Don't Look Now

Action Man patrol, open fire!

This is your Commandant speaking.

Mortar attack, dig in!

What are you reading?

I was trying to find the answer to a question Christine was asking.

"If the world's round, why is a frozen pond flat?"

It's a good question.

Ah-ha!

Lake Ontario curves more than 3 degrees

from its easternmost shore to its westernmost shore.

Frozen water isn't flat.

- Nothing is what it seems. - My cigarettes...

Did you put all the slides together?

No, I put the duplicates in my tray.

Action Man patrol, fall in.

Enemy in sight. Range 1,000.

Oh, shit!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Dad! Dad!

- Hi! - Hi.

- What are you doing? - Writing to Johnny.

- What did you say? - Oh, it's just a letter.

- How did it go? - Oh, God!

The deeper we get, the more Byzantine it gets.

I'm restoring a fake.

And you can't change your course?

Not enough bread.

The options are: restore the fake or let it sink into the sea.

What did you say?

I said, Daddy's still hard at work on the windows of St Nicholas,

our beautiful 16th-century church. He's done incredible stuff.

I can't tell the difference between his and the originals.

I'm going to send some slides to you. Maybe you'll know the difference.

Hope Ellis is being reasonable this term.

That's his group captain or something.

I'm enclosing money for your gym shoes.

Buy the ones with the padded soles.

Ask Matron for those. Be kind to yourself.

Just another boring letter.

God, it's cold.

Oh, dear, I've got something in my eye.

It's all right.

Want me to put something on the end of that?

No. Why don't you send him a card yourself?

It's so cold in here the waiters don't come.

I must take some time off.

- What do you want? - I'll have what I had last night.

- Did you see the bishop this morning? - No.

I'm terribly sorry.

Sorry.

- What? - She's got something in her eye.

I don't know what he's talking about.

I think I'd better go and help them.

Excuse me.

- Perhaps I can show you where it is. - That is kind of you.

Thank you so much. How kind.

I hope you don't think us rude.

Rude? Why?

I mean, staring at you out there. We're frightful starers.

Comes from living in the country. Country people stare more.

- I'm frightfully sorry. - I didn't notice it even if you were.

- Which eye is it? - The left one.

- Let me help. - How can you help?

- I can try. - No.

You nearly put Jocelyn's eye out the last time you tried poking about.

Well, perhaps...

Perhaps I can help, do you think?

That's awfully kind of you.

Oh, dear. Oh...

My sister is blind, you see.

- Oh, I see. - Yes.

That's it. It was a tiny black speck.

- I think I've got it. - Well done.

Thank you very much.

Goodness, you do remind me of my daughter.

- Oh, really? - Only her hair is darker.

Oh, really? Well, here, take your handkerchief.

You're sad.

You're so sad, and there's no need to be.

- My sister's psychic. - She wants you to know...

I've seen her and she wants you to know that she's happy.

I've seen your little girl sitting between you and your husband

and she was laughing.

Yes.

Oh, yes, she's with you. She's with you, my dear.

And she's laughing.

I'm sorry if we stared.

She's wearing a shiny little mac.

Christine...

But she's laughing, she's laughing. She's happy as can be.

Oh, you're very like her. The forehead, the eyes...

- Is that better? - Yes.

- Shall I fetch your husband? - No, no, I'm all right, thank you.

Good. Jolly good.

If you just leave me alone, I'll be fine.

All right, my dear.

Did you...?

Did you really see her?

She was there.

She was there.

I felt you were right. I felt we should.

Oh, I sent your food back to get it warmed.

- The mastic that works is number 3. - Oh, God. I've got to stand up.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing but children here.

- It was the nearest hospital. - I've been playing with them.

- I talked to the doctor... - John?

Christine is still with us.

Christine is dead, Laura.

- Christine is dead. - Of course, of course. I know.

But you know the two ladies in the restaurant?

They were watching us eating.

They kept staring. They told me.

They could see Christine sitting between us.

This is two people who we don't even know!

Listen, listen...

There's one who's blind. She's the one with the second sight.

She's blind and she described to me Christine's red plastic mac.

Laura...

John, listen, I'm perfectly all right.

I haven't felt as good as this in months and months.

I feel really fine.

I don't need pills, I'm not going crazy.

I feel really great.

When did the doctor say you could leave?

Any time. I only fainted.

John, I wish you'd believe me. I really feel fine.

- I really feel good at last. - I believe you.

Seeing is believing. I believe you.

Put your shoes on.

- What did he say? Homicide? - Yes.

I thought this was the place... Isn't this where you were...?

No.

I want to stop at this church.

It's closed.

Why that one?

I just wanted to... I want to say a prayer.

Oh, Laura!

- I don't like this church at all. - Well, I do.

- Do you have any change? - Yep.

- I'm going to light a candle for her. - How much are candles?

Fifty.

I don't have any fifties.

Maybe I'll light six.

Thank you, my love.

...the Madonna is by Antonio Rizzo in about 1490.

The grille work is also by Rizzo.

Ah!

- Jesus! - You hypocrite.

The bishop! I'm an hour and a half late.

How are you, John?

Forgive us, it was entirely my fault. Nothing to do with John.

A woman to share your sins with. Laura, you're looking much better.

- I'm really terribly sorry. - Please.

The workmen took me around the church.

You have made some great advances.

I'd like you to look at the mosaics that need to be refired.

I've already been much too long.

Now, when are you both coming to stay with me?

Thursday, if that's all right?

I look forward to it.

I've taken samples from the pilings.

We're in trouble down there, too.

The churches belong to God,

but he doesn't seem to care about them.

Does he have other priorities?

We have stopped listening.

Are you a Christian, Laura?

I don't know. I'm kind to animals and children.

St Nicholas is the patron saint of scholars and children.

An interesting combination, don't you think?

We must talk, John.

- Thursday. I'll have your room ready. - Thank you.

I'll have the mastic samples by then.

The acidity is breaking down all the adhesives.

I look forward to hearing about it. Thursday.

- Ciao. - Bye!

He doesn't give an ecclesiastical fuck about the church.

- Why did he ask if I was Christian? - Because you kissed his ring.

What in God's name made you do that?

No, seriously.

You know?

Your bishop really makes me feel quite uneasy.

He probably makes God feel less than immaculate.

No, no. I don't mean that.

I'm going to get down to some work tomorrow.

Enough of this idling around.

What?

Are you sure we don't have to book at this place tonight?

I don't want that same performance as happened last time.

- What place? - Oh, John!

The place we're going to be eating at.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Where's my Neutrogena? OK.

You'll have to read this.

What are you doing?

- I can't hear what you're saying. - I'm shouting!

- I still can't hear. - What are you doing?

I'm having a bath.