Age of Consent Page #4

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Keep your dog under control.

Help! Save my dog, please!

Stop it! Go and fight your own weight!

Don't be ridiculous.

Aren't you a man at all?

Yes, I am!

Do something! Make them stop!

Jasper's being murdered!

Don't get him so excited.

Come on, Godfrey. Come on.

That flaming dog of yours

got me into a very peculiar situation!

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

Hello, Jasper! Come here.

Here. Here.

You know, I think he likes me.

I'm very fond of animals.

Are you staying on the island?

No, I'm just spending a few days

with Bradley Morahan.

- You know, the painter.

- Yes.

I see you've got reservations.

These artistic types.

I do know what you mean.

Lonely, poor chap.

Begged me to come and join him.

Do go on with what you were doing.

I'll just stand and watch, if I may.

I was just going to...

Well, would you care for a cup of tea?

- Now, that's most kind of you.

- Well, please come in.

- Thank you.

- I'll just get my hat.

- Excuse me, not that way.

- Yes.

- The front door.

- My mistake.

That's quite all right. This way.

Just watch the branches.

- Reckon this is what you were waiting for.

- Yes.

- Seen Cora about?

- Yes.

She's all right, you know.

Glad to hear it.

People misjudge her,

because her mother was the town bike.

Just a good ride

for anyone who fancied her.

Cora's different.

Well, luck with your painting.

Ms. Marley, that was a real pleasure.

So refreshing

to talk to such an intelligent woman.

Could I impose upon you

and call again sometime, maybe?

Anytime, Mr. Kelly.

Perhaps tomorrow, maybe?

Would you care to come to dinner?

Now, that's what I call real hospitality.

It would be a pleasure.

- Till then, mademoiselle.

- Yes, till then.

- Mr. Kelly?

- Yes?

- Your hat.

- Oh, well, I never!

Get lost, you nosy bludger!

Blimey. Well, I did, you old bat! Oh, God.

Then we had a cup of tea. And then,

I got myself an invite to dinner tomorrow.

You know, a man could do himself

a bit of good there.

Nice place, decent furniture,

good quality carpets.

You can always tell

what people are worth by their carpets.

Nice piece of jewelry she was wearing, too,

come to think of it.

Then I ran into this old bag.

And after that, I saw this girl.

You never listen to a word I say.

- What girl?

- That woke you up!

A lovely creature, she was, beaut!

Barefoot, regularly kind of dress,

all legs and tits.

What happened?

She clapped eyes on me

and took off like a herd of turtles.

I don't blame her,

except there's no girl who lives around here.

- Well, I saw her.

- Wishful thinking. Mirage.

Move over, soldier.

Now, Brad, you don't think

you could lend me, say, $300?

You talk too much.

That's her! That's the girl!

- Hey, she got a wetting out there. Look...

- Leave her alone! Get in here!

I saw her on the beach yesterday,

and you told me it was a mirage.

Sly old dog! You charmer.

Trying to put me off the scent,

and all the time you had a tart like that.

What do you mean, tart? I'm painting her!

- Yeah? That's your story.

- She's my model!

Look, you bloody fool. Take a look at these.

In the nude, eh? Wow!

- Shut up!

- You artists.

And remember she's my model,

and I don't want anybody messing around.

Okay, okay.

I got a bird of me own.

A little more chicken?

Superb!

Perhaps it could have been left

a little bit longer in the oven.

Absolutely no. Cooked to the minute.

The potatoes may not be crisp enough.

- To perfection, my dear lady.

- And the marrow?

Melts in the mouth.

- The left side.

- Of course.

Yes. Here we are.

- My mistake. Ladies first.

- Thank you.

The other side. Here it is.

You're out late.

Best time for prawning.

Oils and canvases arrived.

Damn it, Cora,

I've got this pest staying with me.

I can't work with him around.

I'll get rid of him.

I've had my bellyful of him wasting my time,

eating my food.

Good night.

Good night.

You dirty old man!

What were you doing down on the beach

with my girl?

- Oh, Christmas.

- Sneaking about, corrupting a young girl!

Take your ugly mongrel and your ugly face

and get out of here!

Keep away from her!

I'm a wake-up to the likes of you,

you horrible old perv!

You know, Isabel, you're the kind of woman

that makes a man feel thoroughly at home.

Perfect dinner, charming hostess.

But, Isabel, you are a bit of a mystery.

You are, you know.

- Am l, Mr. Kelly?

- Nathaniel.

- Nathaniel.

- Yes.

A woman of your taste and discrimination,

and I suspect a private income.

Why do you choose

to live in a place like this?

I was born here.

When Mummy and Daddy died,

I just stayed on.

Oh, thank you.

- But you could have lived elsewhere?

- Oh, yes.

- Oh, dear.

- That's all right.

Sorry.

No, my father left me an annuity.

But money isn't everything, is it?

Oh, no! Indeed, no!

Are you cold?

No.

My word, I was right about you, Isabel.

- Were you, Nat?

- Yes.

The first moment I saw you, I said to myself,

"Now, there's a woman who'd understand.

"There's a woman I'd trust

with my most innermost secrets."

In fact, Isabel, I have a bit of a problem.

You being equipped

to discuss money matters,

I thought I'd ask your advice about it.

See, I regard you not only

as a sympathetic and a cultured woman,

but also the kind of woman a man could,

at a pinch...

Watch it! Take it easy! What are you doing?

Woman, you're crazy!

You're out of your mind!

He's got to go. He's got to go.

He's got to go. We're losing time.

We've got work to do.

She might run away.

She's saved enough money.

Almost.

Kelly, you bastard! You've got to go!

Brad.

Brad.

I've been raped!

Kelly! Kelly!

Kelly!

Kelly!

Kelly!

Where the hell are you going

with my money? Come back here.

No fear! Treat it as a loan, sport!

- I'll pay you 7.5%!

- Come back here, you dirty scut!

I'll get you, you...

Lousy, chiseling, little snake thief.

Cora, how can I find Ted Farrell

and his boat?

- He's out in the bay, fishing.

- Blasts!

You got rid of him?

Yes, I got rid of him, all right.

- Yes. I got rid of him.

- Shall we get to work?

About time.

He's at it now. And he's paying her for it.

It's no good.

Turn a bit.

No, the other way.

Other way.

Head down.

Round again. No.

It's the dress.

Take it off.

That's better.

That's good.

All right, rest.

It's coming.

It's coming.

You want to see it?

Do you want a look?

Is it good?

It's better than good. It's alive.

And it's all you.

You're a great girl, Cora.

It's all on account of you.

The other night, when you were prawning

late, down by the jetty, I was thinking.

I started realizing

how much you'd done for me.

Hey!

- Oh, hell.

- Prostitution!

Get your hands off her, you filthy scum!

Shameless b*tch! Not a stitch on!

His hands all over you! And on a Sunday!

- Oh, go away.

- I'll have you up for this!

- For what?

- Prostitution! The girl's underage!

What the hell are you talking about?

You had her underage.

Had her and paid her for it.

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