The L-Shaped Room Page #5

I'd better say good night now

because otherwise it's gonna be too late.

I won't be able to stop.

I do love you, you see.

That's why I can stop.

Don't love me.

Oh, I don't know.

It has been some months, I guess.

- It must be at least.

- Oh, Toby.

- Is anything the matter, love?

- Er, no.

Toby, this is an old friend of mine,

Terry Miles. Toby Coleman.

- Hello.

- Er, Toby, I wonder.

Could you go on without me?

I won't be long. I promise. Promise.

- Yes, OK.

- I just have to talk to Terry about something.

But I promise I won't be long.

See you back at the house, hm?

Are you sure there's nothing the matter?

Of course. 'Course not.

See you back at the house, hm?

It's OK.

Er, don't forget

we got a date with Johnny later.

Nice meeting you.

- Drink all right?

- Fine.

You been all right?

I was worried about you.

- Were you?

- Yeah, of course.

What were you worried about?

Well, you know, just worried.

The way we left it.

I've, erm, been doing

quite a bit of work recently.

A bit of luck, really.

I got a part in a television serial.

You didn't see the last one, did you?

Had a marvellous part in it.

A lot of people saw it too, you know?

Agents and things like that.

Then I've been doing some filming.

Jane, the, erm...

The reason I looked you up again was...

Well, what I mean is...

...I didn't forget you.

I didn't forget you, either.

Didn't you?

You have every reason to.

That, er... that bloke. He the boyfriend?

No. Just lives in the same house.

He's in love with me

if that's what you're asking.

No, no. I'm not asking that.

No right to ask, anyway.

But, erm... you're not in love with him?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, no.

It's all right. Don't be so worried.

I'm not going to make a scene.

I wasn't thinking that...

You're definitely having it, are you?

What I mean is, erm...

...you hadn't thought about...

...doing anything?

I mean, I could help you. I could...

I could let you have some money.

What?

Nothing. Just that everybody

can't wait to help me get rid of it.

What do you mean everybody?

Just people.

Nobody tells me how to have it.

Still, what were you going to say?

I don't know now.

I lost the thread.

Look, I don't understand what people.

Doesn't matter. Go on.

Well...

One of the reasons, erm...

I looked you up again was because...

Well, I thought...

I thought

perhaps we could give it another go.

What were the others?

- Sorry, darling?

- You said that was one of the reasons.

- Oh. Yes, well, the reason, you know.

- Hm.

I mean, I'm not trying to get out of it

or anything like that.

After all...

we were in love with each other.

And I'm still in love with you.

- And we've got a lot in common.

- I don't see what we have in common.

We didn't even have that in common.

All we had was a week in Cornwall.

Going to bed with me, it wasn't

the greatest experience in your life.

I don't blame you,

I don't blame you at all,

but don't try

and make it something it never was.

Well, if you feel like that about it,

I don't know why you did it in the first place.

Came to Cornwall, I mean.

- Don't you?

- No, I don't.

I liked you. I liked you very much.

You wanted to go to bed with me.

That's all you ever talked about.

In the end I decided my virginity

was becoming rather cumbersome.

I see.

I don't think you do,

but don't let that worry you.

Let's just say

that what you'd like me to do

would be to get rid of the baby

and when I've got rid of it,

everybody would be happy and

we could all start at the beginning again.

Except we'd be starting at the end.

But never mind.

That might make you a better actor.

That's what they say, isn't it?

You can't play a part

until you've lived it.

No, don't come with me.

You stay and finish your beer.

- Jane?

- Hm.

Erm...

You know where to find me.

Same address will find me.

I always knew where to find you.

Take care.

Thank you.

- Are you friends of Johnny's?

- What?

- Johnny?

- Yeah.

- On the house.

- Thanks.

- Delicious!

- Lethal.

Cheers, Johnny.

johnny!

- Like to dance?

- What, that?

Come on. Come on.

'Course, er... you won't see me

at my best, you know?

I need a bit of space. OK?

Can you do it? One, two...

- Come here often?

- Ha, ha.

You think we should have a licence?

Those two are taking the test next week.

- What?

- Oh, forget it!

- All right?

- Thank you for not asking.

Not asking what?

About the person who met me tonight.

Oh, him? I'd forgotten all about him.

OK?

Thank you. How much?

Oh, no, Toby.

No, I can't. I want something iced.

You just think you want something iced.

No, I have an absolute longing

for something iced, something cold.

No, a hot drink's better for you.

It's like, er...

- Well, it's like curry in India.

- Anyway, you can't afford it.

Who says so?

I sold an article last week.

"How to make friends with your dog

and influence people."

You notice... the English

always take their pleasures very sadly.

Do what?

Take their pleasures sadly.

The English.

Look at those two.

Babylon Revisited.

That sort of thing

doesn't bother me somehow.

I mean, it's fairly average revolting,

but then so are a lot of things.

Those two would be revolting

even if they weren't touching each other.

You don't have to look.

Those two over there,

the Babes in the Wood Department,

they're not revolting at all.

Just sad.

You know, I believe you're a prude.

One of these days, that poor half-baked

little b*tch over there is gonna have a baby.

Without ever having understood

what it's all about.

Love on the HP. One down payment

and the rest over a lifetime.

What's the matter, love? You all right?

You all right?

Hey, you all right?

- Just hot.

- What?

It's just hot.

Well, let's go then.

I've had enough anyway.

- What about Johnny?

- We'll tell him on the way out. Come on.

I want to see you

when I kiss you good night.

There's something

I've been wanting to tell you all evening.

I love you so much.

Can I hold you there?

You're so beautiful there.

Mmh.

Mmh.

I'll put the fire on.

What is it? Don't cry, love.

Please don't cry.

What is it?

I love you.

Please don't cry.

What did I say?

Did I say something?

- Tell me.

- No.

No, you didn't say anything.

- Not because I said I love you, is it?

- No.

There's nothing to cry about in that.

You ought to be loved.

Well, not in this bed perhaps.

It's not big enough for two, is it, hm?

Doris has them especially made.

Come on.

Come on, I'll make you laugh.

I'll tell you the story of my life.

Did I ever tell you about the time I took

my shoes and socks off in the Savoy Grill

and asked for a portion of date roll, hm?

No.

Well, that'll keep.

I like to save something for the bad days.

What's really the matter, darling?

- Is it anything to do with me?

- Oh, no. I promise.

Could never be anything to do with you.

You're much too good for me anyway.

- Oh, sure.

- Oh, I mean it.

I know you mean it.

You're much too good for me, too.

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