Don't Look Now Page #6

- Yes, they arrived this morning.

Is something the matter?

Our son had an accident,

and Laura flew to London at four

this morning.

- I will pray for you.

It'll be okay.

Laura's had some complications since

Christine...

You should have gone with her.

Can I see the mosaics?

- Of course.

Marvelous!

The firm has worked

for my family for over 200 years.

Will they be able to match those?

- Sure.

May I compare them?

Lower me down!

Slowly!

Yes, good.

Take that rope!

It'll hold!

Take that rope!

Hold it tight!

Get him!

You had me worried! Mama mia!

I've never seen anything like it!

I need a cigarette.

- Yes, yes.

Would you like

to sit for a few moments?

No, I'm going to walk for a bit.

May I walk with you?

- Please.

My father was killed in a fall.

- Yes?

Yes.

Unbelievable.

What?

My wife was warned

that I was in danger.

Warned?

It was...

like a...

kind of prophecy.

I wish I didn't have to

believe in prophecy.

I do, but I wish I didn't have to.

What happened?

We found a body.

I hope it's not another murder.

We should go.

Yes.

- Hold her. A little closer.

Don't turn her!

Careful!

Excuse me. We waited

until this afternoon...

Pronto!

The bishop's driver

will come by and pick up my things.

Thank you.

Laura!

Laura!

Hey, watch out!

Where is the manager?

- It is closed, Signore.

Signor Alexander...

- Signor Baxter...

I thought... the end of the season,

you understand. It's my holiday.

Has Mrs. Baxter come back here?

- La Signora?

My wife, yes. Has she come back here?

- But she left this morning.

I just saw her on the Grand Canal.

Has she come back here?

- She missed the plane?

No, I'm just asking

if my wife's come back here!

No, Signore.

We are closed.

Momi!

Haven't you hung up the sign yet?

We hang up the sign,

and they come anyway!

My luggage get away all right? - Yes.

- You didn't see my wife? - No.

Yes.

Here.

Yes.

He's ready.

The inspector is in room 87.

Room 87.

- Yes. I hope that helps.

Thank you.

- Goodbye.

Hello!

Sit down, Mr. Baxter.

This is your wife,

and these are the sketches.

How are they?

- I guess you'd recognize them.

Age makes women grow to look more

like each other. Don't you find that?

Old men decay

and each becomes quite distinct.

Women seem to converge, eh?

I hadn't thought about it.

- The skill of the police artist

is to make the living appear dead.

You no longer stay at the "Europa"?

No, it closed for the winter.

Tell me

what happened from the beginning.

My wife met these two women...

a couple of days ago.

The blind one claimed to have seen

Christine, our dead daughter.

She said Christine was happy.

My wife collapsed.

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