Look Both Ways Page #2

How was home?

Did you meet any nice men?

It was my dad's funeral!

Ah, yeah.

So,

You're OK?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm OK, I just...

hate my job.

Yes, right.

Try working in the front line welfare

when you're seven months pregnant,

and your supervisor thinks

scorch or plaster...

just don't motivate it.

And then you get this

phone call from hospital...

saying you've got high blood pressure.

And that you're going

to have to be induced.

So you spend the next

six agonizing hours

thinking that you're

going to have a baby...

smaller than your own hand.

until they ring and say "Oops, oh sorry,

wrong person." and

you think "Fantastic!"

Until you realize, of course,

that IS actually someone.

Don't get me started.

I read your stars this morning,

they're very good. Listen to this:

Cancer:
contrary to your usual belief,

you do hold fate in your own hands.

Cancer's always crap,

what's Leo? They're

always having good time.

I saw that guy get run over yesterday.

Which guy?

That girl's guy.

You saw that?

You saw it.

That's awful.

Did you get cantsleep?

- It's not as if I knew him.

- Still.

Thousand people I didn't know

had probably died yesterday.

Yes, but you didn't see them.

I didn't actually see him die.

Jesus Christ.

What a way to go.

I like her hair.

Are you going swimming?

- I should be working.

- You need the exercise.

Thanks.

I meant for you head, not your thighs.

Why choose to mention my thighs?

I guess I'm just too polite

to mention your top shape arms.

Maggie!

Very nice.

Nice photo today, buddy.

Front page.

Then I guess you jet-sitting

fancy free bustards need...

that kind of constancy splashy

reassurance, don't you?

You'll probably win an award.

Well, if you die.

Which you might as well now.

You took your one great photo?

Yes.

Train comes in,

stupid bucks man walks out.

I like the idea of an after-life.

I haven't quite given up

on Catholicism though.

I'm a Buddhist this week.

It starts being popular.

Do you believe in god?

How can anyone believe

in something so bloody ridiculous?

I mean this big guy in the sky

looking down at the little eatty-bitty

crap everyone's life's got,

Now you're being bad! That's a sin!

Can't do that,

I'll throw you to hell!

It's just such a crock!

And most people they

just have an even bet.

You say you believe now,

in case there is a heaven.

And when if you get there,

and there is no haven,

who bloody cares, cause you're

dead anyway, aren't you?

Did you ever get anyone pregnant?

No,

Not that I know of.

That's good.

That you know of.

That's just it, isn't it?

Knowing.

The prayer didn't work

too well for him, did it?

Last time Travers, do you hear me?

The last time!

She likes you.

Do you have children?

No. I don't.

Do you want to bring her right here?

I have been waiting for two hours.

This is an emergency department, sir.

It's no doctor-search room.

We have to see the sickest child first.

My child is sick!

- But now the sickest here.

- How would you know?

- Do you have children?

- No.

Didn't think so.

Damn!

Anna, you don't have

any children do you?

You can work on the school holidays.

Come on.

- How's the game going?

- Good.

How are you doing?

Good.

Did you see the photo?

Yes.

Front page.

It's a good photo.

Good news.

Finish up.

Your job.

For now.

I mean...

I think...

Apparently...

It's good to stay up.

You know, optimistic.

Sh*t.

Cheers buddy!

Thanks mate!

What does this block mean?

What's the matter with you?

Sorry.

For Jannes.

I've already bought a present.

-She wanted one.

- Are you having an affair?

- Yes.

No.

I've given up smoking.

Kathy?

A night of fun for two

people leaves one...

paying the bills for

the rest of his life.

While the other gets the

house, the car, the kids...

and affirmative action

of the work place.

How can you write stuff like that?

Years of training.

How dare you?

I've never stopped you seeing the kids!

It's not even about you, Kathy, or me.

It's good journalism.

Crap.

And it was tabloid crap.

I don't think kids can

come to you tomorrow.

- Maggie's broken her arm.

- What?!

How? When?

She fell this morning at the pool.

She slipped.

Why didn't you call me?

I am.

Why didn't you call me when it happened?

When I could have helped?

You would have been at cricket.

What's the matter with you?

You didn't even want kids, remember?

- And now you're gonna top yourself...

- I don't want to top myself.

Is she alright?

- She's fine.

- Nice.

Then they can come to me tomorrow.

Maggie, what are you watching?

...for survivors in the

Anno Hills train smash,

police have asked anxious

relatives to stay away...

Maggie, what happened

to the settle clock?

Come on, switch it off.

Hi,

Hello.

Is this yours?

I've grabbed it that day.

You're an artist?

Sort of.

It's hot, isn't it?

"We have no light promised us

to show our road 100 miles away"

"But we have the light

for next footstep"

"And If we take that we shall have

a light for the one that is to follow."

Are you a writer as well?

God, no.

But then mom got all these kind of

cards for my dad and she cried.

It's great.

It's not great that

she cried, but it's...

It's great to paint things

to make people feel better.

Good.

Do you like living around here?

Yeah, I do.

It's cheap.

Artist...

Poverty...

You've probably seen your poverty.

Poverty, war, natural disasters,

then back to the minibar.

Still, it's horrible.

Yes, minibars are kinda

exotic besides war.

Do you exhibit things?

No.

Not really.

Just paint for myself.

What about you?

Do you have another work,

apart from the paper?

Yeah, I got thousands of photos.

I don't know what they for.

These...

These are great.

Cheaper than therapy.

I suppose I have to do

some shock painting...

as opposed to shocking.

Do you think you're

getting over the shock?

The dad shock or the accident shock?

Can you have two at once?

Maybe I'm into bargain on one of them,

You know, seven stages of grief.

What's the point of

knowing where you're at,

if you're still going

to go though it anyway?

I've been seeing death

everywhere this weekend.

Really?

Yeah.

I just look at people

and I see then dying.

So do I,

So do I,

I imagine it happening all the time.

Do you see it happening

when you look at me?

Do you see death?

No.

That's good!

I don't even know your name!

Meryl.

Meryl Lee.

As in "gently down the stream".

Right.

I'm Nick.

Nick.

I don't have a song.

Hi.

Do you see death when you look at me?

No.

No I don't.

Death.

What are we talking about death for?

It's not like in the good old days,

when you just ignored

the whole concept of it.

We even flirted with it,

at least I did.

Oh, me too, embraced it

whole-heartedly, smoking, drinking...

Taking unidentifiable substitute.

- Rugby.

- Having unprotected sex.

Skiing.

Out. Brief. Candle.

Life is but a walking shadow.

a poor player that struts

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