Winter of Our Dreams Page #3

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ladies you're married.

- Not if I can help it, no.

- Well, she's the hooker.

- Among other things.

- Well, I'm sure she's more interesting

than most of our friends.

Hey, she can come tomorrow night.

- Why, what's happening tomorrow?

- Oh, Tim's going on his

Tasmanian trip on Saturday,

wants me to have dinner.

- Oh, I see.

So, you've been waiting for a

favorable opportunity to mention this.

- Not at all.

- How's it going?

- It's okay.

He's a nice guy.

I could never get serious, though.

We don't have much to talk

about in the mornings.

Also, I can remember when I was 21.

33 would have seemed ancient.

[laughs]

- Wish I'd had understanding tutors.

- Almost failed his last essay.

- That make you feel good?

- Oh yeah, it was most indignant.

- Well, I don't blame him.

[mother] Anyway, the

garden's looking nice.

Where's Rob?

[Gretel] Hurry up, Rob!

[mother] Did you stop being busy?

[Gretel] A bit quiet at the moment.

[mother] I suppose after Christmas,

everyone's spent their money.

[father] When you're gonna

leave this afternoon, do you know?

[Gretel] I should be

back by three, I suspect.

[father] Hopefully we'll miss

the worst of the traffic.

[chatter continues]

[mother] It's got that horrible smell

in the upholstery new cars always have.

- Hello.

Gretel's folks.

They bore me shitless.

- Why don't you hide in here then?

- Alright.

I'll be able to leave for work

in a couple minutes.

- Maybe I should get dressed.

- No, no, you have breakfast.

You don't have to leave

just because we do.

Nice day.

- Did you mind me comin' round here.

- Of course not.

[Gretel's mother laughs]

[Rob mimics Gretel's mother's laugh]

- Suppose I better make an appearance.

- You can come out and meet him too.

Then he'll be really alarmed.

- What do you mean?

- Well, another woman staying here.

Very protective of their

daughter, suspicious of me.

- Wouldn't wanna meet me.

- Maybe you could come out like that.

[laughs]

You want her to be red?

- Why wouldn't she then?

[mother] Bye Rob!

[father] Bye!

- Good Christ, I missed 'em.

Bye.

Anyway, there's, um, food in

the fridge and everything.

And, uh,

I'll see you later.

- Bye.

- Tata.

[Gretel] You could have at

least come in and said hello.

[Rob] I was in the shower.

[Gretel] Oh, bullshit.

You can't be bothered to make

the slightest effort.

[Rob] I'm sure they're heartbroken.

[engine revs]

[cat meows]

[man on tape] Lisa Blaine

demo tape take one.

[guitar music]

There I go, one more time

Tryin' to balance on the line

I've landed on my feet again

This time you're not around

I thought the door was open wide

I only meant to stand outside

The door closed shut behind me

And I'm caught on solid ground

And it's time for burning bridges

I wish there was some other way

A way to take the words back

That I never meant to say

'Cause it hurts to see your tears

I didn't need to make you pay

The cost of burning bridges,

turning night to day

I toss and turn

And watch these burning bridges

turning night to day

Here I go, once again

I guess I had forgotten then

Someone reached out a hand to me

Like this with no demands

Can't you see my crazy pride

Was tearing me apart inside

I didn't want to hurt you

Please try and understand

And it's time for burning bridges

- Rob?

It's me.

- Oh.

[horn honks]

Is there a white Peugeot outside?

- Yeah.

Some guy in it.

[Gretel] Right.

Well, I'm off.

Uh, Rob'll be back in a minute.

So, just, um, give him my love.

- Alright.

- See ya.

- Bye.

[dog barks]

[engine revs]

[guitar strums]

And it's time for burning bridges

I wish there was some other way

[hums]

I didn't mean to make you pay

The cost of burning bridges,

turning night to day

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Still with us?

- Yeah, I didn't wake up until

after a couple of hours ago.

- That's alright.

- Where's Gretel.

Been and gone?

- Yeah.

- You want some coffee?

- Yeah, that'd be good.

So, what have you been doing?

- Oh, lookin' around.

Went down to the harbor.

[Rob] Swim?

- No.

[Rob] Any mail?

- Yeah.

[horn blares]

This for Gretel.

Who was the guy Gretel was goin' out

with?

- That's her young boyfriend.

Did you meet him?

- No, he didn't come in.

- Probably scared I'd be here.

Afraid of a punch-up.

Those things'll kill ya.

[laughs]

[jazzy music]

[Rob] So, why'd ya split with your

husband?

[Lou] Oh, he got bored, I guess.

Then I moved into a place

with this other guy.

He was pretty incredible.

He used to shoot straight

into a vein in his eye.

- Must've impressed his friends.

- What do you mean?

- Good party trick.

- Well, it wasn't an act.

The veins in his arms folded up.

- That his story, was it?

I don't find the dope scene very romantic.

- I don't think you

know anything about it.

- I see.

- You wouldn't have any idea

the kinds of things I've had to do.

This girl and I had to do this party once.

[Rob] I'm not really interested.

[sighs]

- I do wanna get out of it.

- Then why don't you?

- Thought you were sympathetic.

- I am.

- Well, it's not easy.

- You have to make the decision.

[sighs]

- I hadn't been on the

street all that long, anyway.

Only about four months.

Do you like folk music?

- Not much, no.

- Gretel's late.

- She won't be back tonight.

- Where's she staying?

- With her friend.

- Is that why you're upset.

- I'm not upset.

- Don't you care?

[Rob] No.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Do you feel like talking?

- Okay.

- Tell me about you and Lisa.

- What?

- Well, you went out together

for a while, didn't you?

- Not really, no.

I merely knew her through

political groups at university.

- She used to talk about that time.

- Yeah?

Issues were much clearer cut then.

- What about the people

demonstrating on the dock?

Is that important?

- Sure.

- Gretel's rarely around, isn't she?

- Yup.

- I think I should stay with you tonight.

[Rob] I don't think that's probably

a good idea.

Lou.

- Look, I really wanna make you feel good.

Come on.

- Hey.

- Don't you find me attractive?

- Come on.

- Hmm?

- Wow.

- It's okay.

- I know.

Come on, get off.

Of course I find you attractive.

[Rob] There's no point, okay.

- Doesn't matter.

[melancholic music]

- Do you wanna sign my arm.

- No thanks.

[young men] Come on sign it.

Come on.

- Come on, sign my arm.

- Piss off, would ya.

[jeering]

[bluesy sax music]

[jeering]

[whistles]

- Do you wanna sign my arm?

- Get stuffed.

[cheering]

[shouting]

[shouting and whistling]

[dog barks]

[overlapping conversations]

[thunder roars]

[dog barks]

- Louie.

- Hi.

- G'day.

- Oh, it smells in here.

Cats and socks.

Don't you ever wash your socks?

- Of course I do.

Tony's really angry at you.

Where have you been?

- Well, I told him I was sick.

I need somewhere to stay.

- You can stay here if you want.

- Okay.

- Hey.

How's this?

Okay, ready for it?

Dun.

[Pete] Dun.

Dun!

Dun! [laughs]

What do you reckon?

- What's it for?

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