The Piano Teacher Page #3

"Where other travellers go,

"Seek out hidden paths

"through snowbound rock outcrops?

"Seek out hidden paths

"through snowbound rock outcrops?

"And yet, I've done nothing

"to make me flee my fellow men.

"What is this foolish desire

"Driving me into the wilderness?"

You think me devoid of sensitivity

and indeed I can be superficial.

You see, I admit it.

But telling me to forget Schubert

was atrociously unfair.

It's quite the contrary.

There are days,

like after our first lesson, when...

The sight of blood makes me ill.

Go to her.

Be her brave protector.

- What happened?

- Let me.

Call a doctor.

Don't stare, there's nothing to see.

Go back to the hall.

Come on.

Wait.

Why?

Stop it!

If you don't stop immediately,

I'll leave.

Look at me, not your penis.

Be quiet.

Don't move or I'll leave.

I love you.

No one has...

If you won't be quiet,

you'll end up all alone here.

Why do you hurt me?

I can't hold back.

I said, silence!

Keep going. Come here.

That's it. It's coming.

Keep going. Don't stop!

I'll write down

what you can do to me.

All my desires on paper

for you to peruse at will.

You don't like that?

You can't leave me like this.

Come on.

I've no desire to touch that now.

Keep going, please.

Out of the question!

Hands off.

Or we never see each other again.

It's totally sick

what you're doing here.

And it hurts!

I sympathise.

Stop it.

Don't be stupid.

You're spoiling it.

I won't touch you again.

I want you to stay like that,

that's all.

Facing me!

Don't put it away.

It's not me who's stupid.

It's you.

You should know

what you can and can't do to a man.

- You b*tch!

- Shut up!

The playing field has to be level.

If you think...

Wait.

I won't move, I promise.

I won't say a word.

You will receive my instructions.

By letter.

Or face to face.

Or maybe over the phone.

Now, you can put it away.

Facing me.

How about a little smile?

Go on.

Don't be so serious, pretty lady.

Next time, we'll do much better.

I promise.

Practice will make you perfect.

At least 2 months, with no guarantee

of complete recovery.

That's terrible.

And she really was quite good.

She has the nerve.

She played amazingly yesterday

despite nearly not making it.

Pull yourself together.

You're no use to Anna

if you break down like that.

For the moment, we must wait.

She mustn't neglect her left hand.

That's always her weak point.

Also, she'll be scarred for life.

Just imagine.

A pianist with a disfigured hand.

She's hardly attractive.

Her only attribute

was her talent.

That's why we sacrificed everything.

She sacrificed everything.

Sorry?

You said "we".

It's Anna who sacrificed everything.

Yes, naturally.

Who would do such a thing?

The police say it must have been

another student

acting out of jealousy.

Can you imagine it?

Being so evil?

She's always been a loner.

She hardly has any friends.

They'll find the man who did it.

He deserves his hands chopping off.

My next lesson is waiting.

I'll have to ask you to leave.

Tell Anna she's welcome to drop in

when she's better.

Remind her about her left hand.

I'll tell her.

Thank you very much.

She'll come by.

She admires you so much.

Chin up, Mrs. Schober.

Who will replace Anna

for the concert?

No one.

No student could

at such short notice.

I've been asked to stand in

for the singer's sake.

That's very good.

Anna will be pleased.

Stop.

Back to the beginning.

You gladly ignore the dynamics.

What does it say?

- Piano.

- Exactly. And then?

Forte-piano.

And then?

Pianissimo.

And diminuendo

and mezzo-forte, forte,

fortissimo, sforzatissimo.

Schubert's dynamics range from

scream to whisper not loud to soft.

Anarchy hardly seems your forte.

Why not stick to Clementi?

Schubert was quite ugly.

Did you know?

With your looks,

nothing can ever hurt you.

Why destroy

what could bring us together?

- Mannerism is no...

- Why can't I look at you?

Because if I do, I won't resist the

temptation to kiss you on the neck.

May I kiss you on the neck?

Can I get you a glass of water?

Thanks.

When can I see you?

Let's call each other.

Let's go away this weekend.

Just you and I.

I can't,

I'm going out with my mother.

Cancel.

Forget your mother. Think of us.

We must make up for lost time.

Do you mean me?

I must make up for lost time?

Darling!

Stop always thinking of others,

your mother, your scruples...

You talk of anarchy

but sacrifice love to be with Mama.

Let yourself go.

Allow yourself feelings for once.

Don't be such a leech.

You cough because you're uptight.

I have no feelings.

Get that into your head.

If ever I do,

they won't defeat my intelligence.

I love you.

Don't be so cowardly.

Is what you've written

just as cowardly?

Don't touch it!

Not now.

I want you to read it alone.

Now, get stuck in to Schubert.

That's all you may do in this room.

Piano.

Brahms would say:

"Con intimissimo sentimento."

Are you mad? What are you doing?

I followed you.

I said we'd speak on the phone.

You can't drive me crazy like that

and then run off.

Drive you crazy?

Let's go somewhere

where we can talk in private.

Did you read the letter?

I don't want any letters.

I want us to talk!

I advise you to leave now.

Never hound the woman

you claim to love.

You should know that,

even at your age.

If you value my affection, go.

I'll call you tomorrow

to fix a date. Okay?

- Take your hat off.

- What?

Good evening.

I have matters to discuss

with Mr. Klemmer.

What's that supposed to mean?

We won't bother you.

We'll talk in my room.

Come on.

Excuse me.

If you try to come in,

you'll be sorry.

There's no food in.

I didn't expect visitors.

Don't put yourself out,

I've already eaten.

First, read the letter.

You've still got it?

So, read it now, please.

Do you want to finish me off?

I said

I don't want to read any letters.

I'm here, you're here.

We're made of flesh and blood.

Don't be so scared.

I'm not. I want all you want.

But read it first.

Is that why we barricaded the door?

Perhaps.

Please!

I don't know how much longer

I want to play this game.

Heavy.

Sit down there, please.

"On the contrary, if I beg,

tighten my bonds, please.

"Adjust the belt

by at least 2 or 3 holes.

"The tighter the better.

"Then, gag me with some

stockings I will have ready.

"Stuff them in so hard

that I'm incapable...

"of making any sound.

"Next, take off the blindfold,

please,

"and sit down on my face

"and punch me in the stomach

"to force me

to thrust my tongue in your behind."

Is this supposed to be serious?

You're making fun of me, aren't you?

You want a slap?

"For that is my dearest wish.

"Hands and feet tied behind my back

"and locked up next door

to my mother

"but out of her reach

behind my bedroom door,

"till the next morning.

"Don't worry about my mother,

she's my problem.

"Take all the door keys

with you from the apartment.

"Don't leave a single one here."

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