Red Shoe Diaries (1992–1999): Season 4, Episode 6 - The Teacher - full transcript

- Dear Red Shoes,

I don't know quite
where to begin

because the beginning
is actually at the end.

You know how sometimes
even when you love someone,

absolutely love them,

you still can't live with them?

Heartbreaking, right?

Seriously heartbreaking.

They say there
are many stages to a marriage.

With the first blush of
love comes passion, lust.

But how long can that
kind of intensity last?



And when it's gone,

what do you do?

What can you do?

Especially if you miss it.

And I mean really miss it.

- Hi.

I don't know if you remember me,

but I definitely remember you.

I was playing in the court
next to you yesterday.

- I'm sorry, I don't recall.

- Let me get these.

Lot of stuff here.

Here you are.

- Thank you.



- Oh, I love this store.

I really do.

Before my wife passed away,

I used to find all
her gifts here.

Birthdays, Christmas,
everything.

She loved them.

- I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

I don't mean to be
morose, I feel blessed.

I feel blessed for the
time that we had together.

Do you play a lot of tennis?

- Actually, I just started.

- I'm new at the club myself.

I wish I could play more.

- Too much work.

- Nah, I'm just lazy.

Yeah, too much work.

- Thanks.

- Thanks for indulging me.

- You are very unusual.

- Will I see you again?

- Teachers.

Funny, isn't it?

If you want to learn how
to ice skate or swim,

or learn math, or
how to ride a horse,

funny how the
world's full of them.

Teachers.

But the art of
sustaining passion

for most of us is at best
a learn-as-you-go process.

Sink or swim,

luck of the draw.

This is our little secret.

Understand me?

Do you understand? Answer me.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Louder.

- Yeah, I understand.

- Then take me.

Teach me.

Alive again.

Hungry.

For him.

If only I could tell him

what was asleep inside
me is now awake.

Lust.

Passion.

Pure and simple.

- The night belongs to him.

The day belongs to me.

Say it.

- The night belongs to him.

The day belongs to you.

- The day is mine to do what?

- To do with me as you please.

- It gives me...

Such pleasure

to see you standing naked

in a grove of trees

back lit by the sun

with a blindfold
covering your eyes.

Tell me what you feel.

- Hunger.

What else?

What else?

- Thirst.

- Tell me what you want.

- You.

- Do you love your husband?

- Yes.

So few lovers.

Not enough experience.

Either of us.

I look at other couples

and I see what we're missing.

Courage.

A need to know.

One of us had to take a lover

to find out.

To learn.

I decided it would be me.

Do you understand?

- Yes, I understand.

- Do you find me
less attractive now?

- No, more.

- Teach me.

I want you to teach me.

Will you do that for me?

- Soft

and slow.

Concentrate.

All of your senses.

Each touch,

each sensation.

Hope.

Anticipation.

To taste.

To feel.

Never knowing exactly

what your lover will do...

Next.

Trust.

So beautiful.

- I hired Harry

to seduce you into seducing me.

I desperately wanted
to satisfy you.

I didn't know how.

You sensed it.

You sensed that Harry didn't
just appear into your life.

I hired him because I
didn't know what else to do,

and I knew that if I
didn't do something,

you would leave me.

And I couldn't stand that.

I love you more
than life itself.

If you don't mind, I've
asked Harry to stay with us.

You are so beautiful.

Tell me what you want.

- Your lips,

your tongue against
the flat of my stomach.

- Does this excite you?

- Yes.

Tell me what you want.

You.

The teacher, Red Shoes,
has done his job well.

Through him, we found our pulse.

- Well, it worked.

Love grows and love dies,

but sometimes if you're lucky,

it survives and grows
again and becomes stronger.

Amen.

That's a lucky girl.