Intermezzo: A Love Story Page #3

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not to continue with him.

I know, Mrs. Brandt. I'm not happy about it.

We were all very impressed

the night you played for us here...

with my husband.

I'm afraid I have no choice.

I see.

I'm sorry. Little Ann Marie

has come to mean so much to me.

Yes, and you mean a great deal to her.

I'm afraid she'll be very upset.

- Will you tell her for me, please?

- Of course. I'll try to explain.

Goodbye, Mrs. Brandt.

Goodbye, Miss Hoffman.

I'm sure you're doing what's right.

I hope all goes well with you.

You are very kind.

I thought you were never coming.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Never mind.

May I have a glass of wine?

There is something wrong. Tell me.

All along I've been hating

this kind of thing.

Always meeting you like this, in

out-of-the-way places. Little dark corners.

Sneaking about in fear of being seen.

It's not the way I'd like it to be, either.

I'm ashamed. And I hate being ashamed.

Ashamed?

Look in the mirror.

How do we look to you?

Don't be so dramatic.

You don't like it any more than I do.

We look what we feel: Two guilty people.

Why? Because we're in love?

I haven't any right to be happy

the way I am happy with you.

- Anita, please, listen to me.

- No, I can't.

- I'm fighting to be sensible.

- Sensible?

That's a strange word from those lips.

Love isn't sensible.

There are some things

I can't bring myself to say.

I know. I have a home. I have children.

I'm a respected, responsible man.

When I sit here and look at you...

I only know one thing.

We must end it.

We've got to stop seeing each other.

I see. We just say goodbye,

never see each other again.

- It's very simple, isn't it?

- We must.

We can't go on lying to ourselves,

and to people who trust us.

It's impossible, unbearable.

You're right.

Goodbye, Anita.

Not sitting here like this.

Let's go.

Let's walk.

No, someone may see us.

Does it matter now?

They won't see us together ever again.

There are so many people in the world.

The days are long now.

There used to be a shop near here.

I always stopped to look in.

All kinds of funny

lost things in the window.

Here it is.

What a strange collection of things.

Look at that curious clock.

Holger, I'm going.

I'm going now.

Quickly, as if it didn't matter.

Don't touch me...

or say anything.

Don't turn around.

- Why, that's 750. You've beaten me.

- Did I?

Don't feel bad about it, Mommy.

Isn't it time for Daddy to come home?

- Mommy.

- What?

Isn't it time for Daddy to come home?

- Yes. Come on, let's play another game.

- Yes.

Let's keep on playing

till Daddy comes home.

Isn't it somebody's bedtime?

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, my funny little monkey.

- Good evening, Margit.

- Good evening.

- Daddy.

- What is it?

Why are we looking like a thunderstorm?

- Daddy, Miss Hoffman...

- Yes?

She's never going to give me

piano lessons again.

What does she mean?

She came this morning and went right away.

I'll tell Daddy, darling...

about how we have to find

a new music teacher.

But why is Miss Hoffman going away?

Come along, darling. It's bedtime.

Just what did Miss Hoffman say?

Miss Hoffman has to go

and visit relatives in Denmark.

She came to tell me that.

We've had difficulty all day.

- Say good night to Daddy, darling.

- Yes, that's right.

Good night.

Come along.

Run along, darling. Emma's waiting for you.

Is there anything you'd like, Holger?

Coffee, brandy?

No, thank you.

Are things going along well?

With the tour, I mean.

- Is everything settled?

- No, not yet.

You haven't found an accompanist?

No, it's all...

It's not definite yet.

Will you be away long this time?

I don't know. I can't say.

It depends on how Charles

has arranged the bookings.

I hope it won't be a long tour.

But I've been home

longer than I usually stay.

For that very reason...

the days are going to seem

so much emptier.

You know, you have your own busy life.

You've mentioned it so often.

Yes, I know I have.

You think I'm getting old?

Old? What an idea. What a thing to say.

Of course I suppose we're...

We're all of us a few months...

days, weeks older than we have been.

I want to go with you this time.

We will go back.

We'll have some of those lovely,

gay, irresponsible days.

We'll be together in strange places

as we used to be.

I still want something of life.

I don't want to be left behind.

Does that sound very vain and frivolous

coming from me?

I see.

You're answering me.

You might just as well be saying it.

I know what it is.

Margit, I must talk to you.

No, it's nothing. Forget what I said.

No, Margit, we must talk.

Hello, Dad.

- Did you ask him for me, Mother?

- No, I forgot.

Eric wants to know

whether he can see a picture this evening.

What? Yes, go ahead.

Thanks, Dad.

Margit, I must talk to you.

Excuse me, Eric.

- Anita, you can't, you mustn't go.

- How could you do this?

I couldn't face it.

- I couldn't face being without you.

- But we promised each other.

Yes, I know we did. Is it as easy as that?

- Can you just ride away from life?

- Please, Holger.

What you'd leave behind would haunt you,

haunt us both forever.

You're not being fair.

It's no easier for me.

- All aboard.

- Goodbye, Holger.

At this very moment

my fate's being decided:

A life with you, or a life alone.

- You are not alone. It is I who am alone.

- Yes, now we're both alone.

Anita, I've broken with my past,

with everything.

- I have no home any longer.

- All aboard.

Holger, you couldn't have.

What did you say to her?

She couldn't have borne the lies

any more than we could. I know her.

Besides, she knew the truth already.

She told me first.

- How could you hurt her like that?

- The train's leaving, miss.

What will happen now?

The concert is over.

Will you be good and go to sleep now?

No, leave it on. Just a minute.

Perhaps he'll play another encore.

He's played three.

He hasn't played Intermezzo yet.

Encore!

Intermezzo! You see?

Ann Marie, you're still awake.

You ought to have been asleep

a long time ago.

It's Daddy, playing all the way from Cannes.

Please, darling.

Emma, make her go to sleep.

You were superb!

Thank you.

- Well, what did you think?

- It's true.

You played better than

I've ever heard you play.

- And you played wonderfully yourself.

- Do you really think so?

I hope it's true

that I've helped you a little.

- I hope it's not only that.

- Only what?

What am I? Your shadow.

I don't exist without you.

You're not a shadow.

How can you talk such nonsense?

But it's enough.

Let me be with you like this...

- always.

- And will that be enough always?

The tour is over. Now we can rest awhile.

It has been the greatest happiness

I've ever known...

and the greatest I'll ever know.

Such happiness couldn't come

more than once in one's life.

I know it couldn't.

Could it?

Let's not speculate about happiness.

We're here, and work's over for a while.

How lovely it is. So peaceful and unreal.

Like a place in a dream.

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