Winter of Our Dreams

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[dramatic music]

[phone rings]

- Who could it be

at this time of night?

- Hello.

Hello?

Missed em'.

[traffic clamors]

[man shouting]

[guitar strums]

[robotic voice] From B8 to C6.

- Yeah, alright, shut up.

[robotic voice] B4, B5.

From B5 to C4.

Pawn takes bishop.

- Do you think I could buy this?

- Yeah.

[customer] Sorry to disturb you.

- That's alright, how much is it?

- $20.

Jeez, it's a ripoff.

- Yeah, I know.

But, I'm saving for Space Invaders.

- You winning?

- No.

Machine's got me by the balls.

- Must be painful for you.

- It's murder.

[announcer] This is

the ABC, it's 5 o'clock.

[beeping]

- So.

- Bye.

- See ya.

[news announcer] The body of the woman

found floating in Sydney Harbour

three days ago,

has been identified as that of

Lisa Blaine, 30 from Potts Point.

Police forensic experts say

the body had been in the

water for about a week.

There are no suspicious circumstances.

A Pentagon spokesman has refused...

- Hey, Robby, do you want a kid?

- No thanks, fellas. Not today.

- See you later, bye.

- See you, then.

[news announcer] The report claimed

that over 200 men, women,

and children were killed

when army units descended on...

- In the blessing of God Almighty.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, be with you.

Amen.

- Amen.

- You're a friend of Lisa's?

- No, not really.

I hardly knew her.

But, I wanted to come today.

- How did you know her?

- We've all been down at the

docks for the last few weeks

at a demonstration.

- Anti-uranium?

- Yes.

She used to come down

and just sit with us.

She was very quiet, didn't talk much.

None of us really knew her.

Didn't take much notice, I suppose.

So many people coming and going.

I recognized her picture in the paper.

- Did she seem depressed?

- Yeah, I think she was. Who isn't?

I remember she tried to play

a song on her guitar once.

She kept forgetting the words.

I've got to go anyway.

- See you then.

- Bye.

- I dropped in at the shop this afternoon.

How come you were closed?

- I didn't get any visits.

- God, you're getting slack.

Got anything on tomorrow night?

- Probably, why?

- Mind if I go out with Tim?

- No.

- You sure?

- Sure.

- You have to get something

going again yourself.

- Right.

- Or, I'll start feeling guilty.

- There's no need to feel guilty.

- Do you feel jealous?

- Sometimes.

- I do, thinking about you with someone.

- Jealous, but turned on.

- This isn't gonna be how we

maintain our interest in each other?

- I'm still interested.

[knocks on the door]

Hi.

I was a friend of Lisa's.

- Oh yeah.

- Just thought I'd have a look around.

- Not much here.

They're cleanin' the place out.

Not that there was anything much.

Some relation of hers come down,

says it wasn't worth keepin'.

- You with them?

- I'm not St Vincent de Paul.

- Sorry.

- I live next door.

- So, you knew Lisa pretty well then.

- I used to lend her things.

That's why I came in.

Still a few things of mine around.

Where do you know her from?

- Years ago.

- Oh, thought so.

You don't look like her usual cronies.

- Who were they?

- Oh, no one much.

Cross people, they were.

Into drugs and that.

Well, there was a man, of course.

I never talked to him much.

She liked him, so I suppose

he couldn't have been too bad.

Apart from walkin' out on her.

They weren't too pleased about that,

the agents, I'll tell ya.

Ah, ah, don't touch that. That's mine.

- Did she have any other close friends?

- Oh, the was Lou, she was often here.

- Who was she?

- She works at the Cross,

you can see her up there.

- Could you point her out to me?

- Why?

- I'd like to find out

what happened to Lisa.

[sighs] I suppose so.

Come around one night,

you can buy me a coffee.

- What about tomorrow?

- Oh, you are keen, aren't you?

Alright.

- Ta.

[clamor of the city, man shouting]

- Eleven minutes.

I wonder if he reckoned

he got his money's worth.

- I'd say.

- I think I will have another coffee.

- Another coffee, I'm in.

- There she is.

- Hi.

- Were you a friend of Lisa Blaine's?

- Why?

- Well, I'm doin' a story on her.

I just wondered if we could talk.

I'll buy you a drink, pay for your time.

- What do you wanna know?

- Just how you remember her.

- How'd you know who I was?

- Woman who lived next

to Lisa pointed you out.

- Alright.

But you're paying.

- How long had you known Lisa?

- About a year, since

she got back from Holland.

- With her boyfriend?

- How long you wanna talk?

- Probably about five minutes.

- 15 minutes, you pay for?

- Okay.

- $30.

Her boyfriend shot through.

- Yeah.

- It was a fair while ago.

- Was she upset about that?

- For a bit.

- But she got over it?

- She was down about herself.

She never carried on about it,

but she was.

- She used to shoot up?

- Yeah.

- You think it was suicide?

- Yeah.

- Why do you think that?

- 'Cause she was so down,

I didn't know what she was.

- Apparently that afternoon

she had been at a

demonstration at the docks.

- She'd been talkin' about that.

- The anti-nuclear thing?

- Yeah, various other things.

Issues.

- Yeah, I used to know her at university.

She was interested in politics, yeah?

- Just lately, she'd been goin'

on about that sort of stuff.

- What started that?

- I don't know.

I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

- Sure.

That's yours.

- Take it.

She was a friend, okay?

[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.

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