Look Both Ways Page #4

you were there too.

I read your article today.

See the look on that girl's face?

And you write that maybe

the boyfriend killed himself

What would you know?

Not everyone's got an agenda.

- They don't?

- No.

Things just happen.

I have to go.

Just pretend you didn't even know.

I'm sorry,

I don't know what I've

been doing this weekend.

Sorry, I...

Sorry?

You're giving me the fling, aren't you?

Well, no.

It's just that I can't...

start anything.

I met you on Friday.

We slept together on Saturday.

You took me to meet

your mother on Sunday,

and you can't start anything.

That's the tightest

relationship I've ever had!

Bugger this!

And if you think I'm upset

because you don't want to see me,

well, how dare you! ?

Maybe I was going to say

"Thanks, but no bloody thanks!"

I don't need to spend my whole weekend,

my whole life being

polite to people like you

As the only thing stopping

me it's a god-damn...

bloody politeness hostage body gene

And then personally I'd found

a way to isolate that gene...

and breed it out so I could

tell people like you...

to piss-off!

Maybe I don't like you, or what you do.

I don't need your stupid

photos to keep reminding me...

all sh*t in the world.

I know it's awful.

Scares me stupid.

Scares everybody too

stupid to do anything.

My dad died two weeks ago.

Why isn't my picture on

the front of a paper?

Why isn't everybody who could lose

somebody on the front bloody page?

So what if I wanted you to like me?

Why is that such a crime?

What if it is shallow and stupid...

to be lonely and want

somebody to like you?

I just...

I'm not in a position...

To start anything right now.

Because I've just

found out I got cancer.

What?

What kind of a line is that?!

Cancer cancer?

You're dumping me because

you've got cancer.

Shouldn't I be dumping you,

if you got cancer?

Did you forget to take

garbage out again mate?

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

What's the matter with you?

Well, I just got a fight with a girl.

The girl you interviewed about this guy.

Meryl...

I slept with her last night.

I just told her I have a cancer.

See got cross.

Why would you say you have a cancer?

I got cancer.

What have you got cancer for?!

Well, I don't know.

Cancer cancer?

What else sort of cancer there is?

What do you mean cancer-cancer?

I got cancer in my lungs,

cancer in my balls,

cancer in my legs, my arms, my brain.

Since when?

I don't know.

I found it on Friday.

Bloody hell, Nick.

You're going to be alright?

I don't know.

I'll find out more tomorrow.

Until tomorrow I don't know.

Sorry.

I'm the train driver.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

It's meant to be!

Thanks Dad!

the survival of a 5 years old girl

pulled from the wreckage of the train

the child laid trapped in the rubble...

beside her dead grandmother

for nearly 3 days

Kathleen, who was treated for

shock and dehydration at the scene

was reunited with her relieved

and exhausted parents...

shortly after being

pulled from the wreckage

- Sorry.

- Sorry.

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