Winter of Our Dreams Page #2

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[robotic voice] D4.

C2.

B4.

C3.

From D8 to C4.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

- Hi.

[Rob] Oh, hi, how's it going?

- What do you mean, how's it going?

- Well, you havin' a good time?

- Well, reasonable.

- You sound like a conspiracy.

- Well, it's not a very private place.

[Gretel] Did you do

anything interesting?

- No, not really.

[Rob] You don't have to feel guilty.

- Yeah, I know.

- Actually, I'm meetin'

with a couple of nymphets.

Let go. Go on, get out of it.

Picked them up hitchhiking.

- Hey, look, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

- Okay, bye.

- Bye.

[tapping]

[piano music]

- Mind if I join ya?

- Do you live around here?

- No, Balmain.

Buy you a coffee?

- Okay.

- Two cappuccinos, thanks.

- What do you do?

- Run a bookshop.

Write stories for newspapers sometimes.

- You interested in prostitutes, eh?

- Why?

- Is that why you're hanging around?

Do you wanna hire me?

- No.

[laughs]

I had a guy like you once.

Used to pay to talk, some

kind of religious freak.

Tried to convert me.

I told him I wasn't interested,

then he did want something

for his money after all.

Tell me about you.

Who are you?

- Rob MacGregor.

- Did you ever ask me my name?

- Lou.

- Louise.

- But, you can call me Lou.

What do you do, Rob?

That's right, you run a book shop.

Where is your bookshop, Rob?

- Oxford Street, Lou.

Just down from the junction.

- I got a rotten taste in my mouth.

- Have you really?

Gotta go now.

[Rob] What about your coffee?

- There's no way you're getting

another room, I'm tellin' ya.

- Come on Tony. Get off my back.

- Just don't give me a hard time.

- Hey, what's the problem?

- There's no problem.

- Who's this?

- I'm a friend of hers.

- Oh, piss off, would ya?

[knocks on door]

[Lou] Who is it?

[Pete] Who do you think?

It's me.

- Shut the door, would ya?

- I got a present for you.

Here.

Not until you say, thank you.

- Shut up, Pete

- Shut up Pete.

[groans]

- I wanna go to sleep.

- Hmm?

Yeah, well.

Don't mind me, eh.

- Don't.

Get off me, will ya?

Don't tickle me!

[Lou shouts]

You get on my nerves, you know?

- Wine before sugars, thanks.

What's the matter?

- You.

- What have I done?

Lou.

- Look.

I just wanna sit down,

relax, and have a quiet drink by myself.

Okay?

- Yeah.

Well.

You don't really, really,

wanna have a drink, do ya?

- What are you doin' that for?

- Why shouldn't I?

[scoffs]

- You don't understand

women at all, do ya?

You're so young.

[Pete] I know I'm not as

experienced as you are.

You wouldn't know the difference

who you were with, would ya?

All those faces.

It'd just be one big blur.

I suppose you do need a rest

anyway.

A bit sore, are ya?

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