Peeping Tom Page #5

MARK:

Yes, Milly.

He inserts another slide.

MILLY:

Well, what do you do for a living?

MARK:

Take pictures.

He presses the bulb - the shutters click.

MILLY:

This sort?

MARK:

No, Milly.

He inserts another slide.

MILLY:

Don't you like this sort?

MARK:

No, Milly.

He presses the bulb - the shutters click.

MILLY:

Well what sort do you like?

Mark looks at her thoughtfully for a long moment.

MARK:

I may show you - one day.

MILLY:

That'll be a treat, I'm sure.

Mark smiles at her shyly.

MARK:

That's all, Milly.

MILLY:

Oh no, sonny! Now take one I can

show my mother.

Mark inserts another slide.

MARK:

Think of her then.

There is a gentle KNOCK at the door, and Mr. Peters enters.

He carries a tray of coffee. He keeps his eyes modestly

lowered.

MR. PETERS

On the house.

He lays the tray on a table, still keeping his eyes lowered,

and goes out.

MILLY:

Some house! Hope it falls on his

ruddy earhole!

She glances over her shoulder.

MILLY:

It's your turn now, love...

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine staring out of the window. She

stiffens. Milly's voice is overlaid.

MILLY (O.S.)

(in a whisper)

... it's her first time.

Lorraine clutches her shawl tightly.

MILLY:

Come on, love. Don't be shy.

Lorraine turns round.

The left side of her face is classical in its beauty. She

has a hare lip, which twists and distorts the whole of the

right side. Her eyes are large - and beautiful - and

defiant.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark looking at her.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine.

LORRAINE:

He said... you needn't photograph

my face!

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK:

I want to.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine. Beautiful in profile.

LORRAINE:

I suppose you'll fix my bruises

too?

MARK:

I want to...

MILLY:

What about the customers?

CLOSE SHOT of the shawl round Lorraine's shoulders.

CLOSE SHOT of Mark.

MARK:

You needn't be shy... of me...

it's my first time too.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine's eyes - puzzled.

LORRAINE:

Yours?

MARK:

In front of eyes... like...

He tries to go on - but words are a foreign language to

him.

MARK:

...eyes... as full of...

In a sudden rush:

MARK:

Lorraine - let my camera tell you.

CLOSE SHOT of Lorraine standing very still � looking at

him in silence.

Milly shrugs and reaches for the coffee pot.

Overlaid is the gentle purring of a cine-camera.

CAMERA LINGERS on the dark liquid being poured into a cup.

DISSOLVE TO:

Whisky being poured into a glass.

CAMERA PULLS BACK

INT. HELEN'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING - TOWARDS SUNSET

The hand filling the glass is a woman's (MRS. STEPHENS).

She is sitting in a high-backed chair, and we cannot see

her face. Over her shoulder we watch a party in progress.

A group of Young people have surrounded someone to whom

they are singing:

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