Don't Look Now Page #4

I've listened to you. You said let

the children play where they want to.

You let her go near that pond.

- Thanks for the memories.

You said you'd give your life

in exchange for hers. Well you can't.

Jesus H. Christ.

- John!

She's trying to get in touch with us!

Maybe to forgive!

Go, go on to your crazy women.

They can have their victim.

Here, drink this. Whisky.

Thank you. I don't really need it.

- You may, child.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Here you are.

Where are you?

- Me? Oh, I'm here.

Oh, the children.

Who are you looking at?

There's a boy here

with rolled-up shirtsleeves.

Difficult to tell his age.

- Yes, Anthony.

And then Charles in his uniform.

Then the three girls.

- Yes.

Then there's Angus.

- This little bust?

Yes.

- Oh, it's lovely.

Yes, he was a gentle child.

You haven't touched your drink.

- No.

Was that Angus?

I was just looking at the pictures

of your family. They're wonderful.

It jars you, losing one like that.

But I had two more.

So can you, I daresay.

Nothing can replace

the one that's gone.

Now then...

It's alright.

It's alright!

Are your legs crossed?

Yes.

Switch the light out.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

What are you doing there?

- I'm English.

John! Yes!

English.

- What are you doing here?

Who are you?

- English.

English.

- What's going on here?

Peeping Tom!

What did she say?

What did she say?

What did she say?

I got scared for you.

I told you it was alright.

How much have you been drinking?

- You scared for me?

You're not going to be sick, are you?

- Screw them!

You just got the sniff.

- I am not going to be sick!

Alright, John, the blind one,

Heather, she really has second sight.

You'd understand if you'd...

Today when I was there, she went

into the most incredible trance.

Really...

- Concentrate. - No, John!

Yes?

She said that your life

is in danger while you're in Venice.

She kept on and on saying that.

- I am going to be sick.

I wouldn't go in there

for a couple of minutes if I were you.

I haven't thrown up for ten years.

John?

I really think we must leave Venice.

It was a warning. It was Christine.

She was trying to warn us.

How can I... We must leave!

John!

It was Christine, our daughter!

My daughter is dead.

She does not come peeping with

messages back from the f***ing grave!

Christine

is dead! She is dead, dead, dead!

You must think I'm ill then?

- Yes.

If I'm ill,

I should be seeing Dr. Jameson.

Yep.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I left England too soon.

Maybe...

Maybe

those women were influencing me.

Maybe I shouldn't see them again.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

Maybe I should take my pills again.

On the desk right there. There.

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