
On the Beach Page #2
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- 1959
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PETER, HOW COULD YOU ?
I DON'T KNOW, REALLY.
LIKE THIS AND--
VERY FUNNY.
YOU'RE STARTING TO GE YOUR FIGURE BACK,
AREN'T YOU, CHARLIE ?
YOU KNOW,
A LITTLE HERE,
A LITTLE THERE.
BY THE WAY,
I INVITED CAPTAIN TOWERS
FOR THE WEEKEND.
OH, PETER,
YOU DIDN'T.
I HAD TO, REALLY.
WE HAD LUNCH TOGETHER,
AND HE STARTED ASKING QUESTIONS
ABOUT HOW WE LIVE AND ALL.
MARY, I WOULD HAVE LOOKED
AN AWFUL CLOD NO TO HAVE ASKED HIM.
HE'LL BE ALL RIGHT,
I THINK.
WAS HE MARRIED,
DO YOU KNOW ?
TWO KIDS.
AND THEY'RE GONE ?
PABLUM EVERYWHERE-- THEY'RE
BOUND TO REMIND HIM.
WE'LL JUST TRY TO GET THEM
OUT OF SIGHT, THAT'S ALL.
HE'LL GET SODDEN
AND WEEP. I CAN' STAND THAT AGAIN.
HE DOESN'T LOOK
THE TYPE TO ME.
YOUR R.A.F. CHUM
DIDN'T EITHER.
NOW, MARY--
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO
FOR ONE THING, I THOUGH A PARTY ON SATURDAY NIGHT.
TEN OR TWELVE PEOPLE.
WE HAVEN' DONE THAT FOR A WHILE.
WELL, AS LONG AS THEY
ALL UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL
ABOUT THOSE MORBID DISCUSSIONS.
WE WOULD HAVE TO GE SOMEONE FOR HIM, THOUGH.
WHAT ABOUT MOIRA ?
WHY NOT ?
JULIAN SAID:
SHE'D GIVEN IT UP.
NO, DARLING, YOU DIDN'T LISTEN.
JULIAN SAID SHE'D GIVEN UP
GIN... FOR BRANDY.
MORE BRANDY.
MOIRA'S NOT A BAD NOTION,
IN POINT OF FACT.
SHE'D KEEP HIM OCCUPIED,
AT LEAST.
BUT SHE'D HAVE TO STOP OVER,
AND WE CAN'T JUST PUT HIM
ON A COT.
PUT MOIRA ON A CO ON THE VERANDA.
SHE CLAIMS SHE'S NOT SLEP IN HER OWN BED THE LAS THREE MONTHS ANYWAY.
THAT'S NOT ENTIRELY FAIR.
IT'S ALL ON THE SURFACE.
I'LL RING HER UP TONIGH AND GIVE HER THE DRILL.
I WONDER WHAT HE'S LIKE
WHEN HE GETS A SKINFUL ?
PETER--
WHAT ?
YOU DO UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL
ABOUT PEOPLE TALKING ?
SURE.
OF COURSE I DO.
THEN WHY DON'T YOU
EVER SAY SO ?
[ Man ]
GIVE HER WHAT FOR, MATE.
[ Horn Blowing ]
AM I ?
MM-HMM.
I'M MOIRA DAVIDSON.
M-O-I-R-A.
IT WAS A VERY FASHIONABLE NAME
WAS YOUNG AND IMPRESSIONABLE.
I'M A THROWBACK.
[ Laughs ]
WHERE'S HOLMES ?
OH, HE'S DECKING
HE SENT ME:
FOR BETTER OR WORSE.
BETTER, I'D SAY.
I'M YOUR DATE
[ Laughs ]
I LOVE AMERICANS.
THEY'RE SO NAIVE.
THIS WAY, COMMANDER.
A NEW MODEL.
ONLY ONE HORSEPOWER,
BUT SHE DOES A GOOD
ON THE FLAT.
QUITE A BUGGY.
OVER 70 YEARS OLD.
IN AMERICA.
I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED.
GIVE ME YOUR TOOTHBRUSH.
TAKE AMELIA'S HEAD WHILE I SEE
SHE'S STILL A WEE BI STICKY IN REVERSE.
ALL RIGHT, BOY.
HERE WE GO.
IS THERE A PLACE
GET A LITTLE BREAKFAST ?
WHAT ?
"A LITTLE BREAKFAST."
DO YOU MEAN:
THAT IN ADDITION
TO EVERYTHING ELSE,
I HAVE TO WATCH YOU
AND ALL THAT MUCK ?
I WAS ON A PARTY LAST NIGHT,
IN THE MORNING TO MEET YOU.
I, UH--
OH, NEVER MIND.
HOP IN.
A COUPLE DRINKS:
TO GET ME STARTED.
[ Laughing ]
OH, INCIDENTALLY,
THEY DIDN'T TELL ME
WHAT TO CALL YOU.
WHAT'S THE PROTOCOL ?
MY NAME IS TOWERS,
DWIGHT LIONEL TOWERS.
REALLY ?
REALLY.
HANG ON,
DWIGHT LIONEL.
[ Cracking Whip ]
???? [ Piano ]
???? [ Continues ]
[ Towers ]
AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE'VE ONLY
BEEN IN PORT FOR THREE DAYS.
IT'S CALLED THESAWFISH.
MY SECOND HUSBAND
WAS AN AMERICAN.
WE TRAVELED:
ALL OVER THE WORLD,
AND EVERYWHERE WE WEN HE WOULD SAY TO PEOPLE,
"I AM AN AMERICAN.
I AM AN AMERICAN."
THEY FINALLY SHOT HIM IN ONE
OF THOSE EASTERN COUNTRIES.
OH.
WELL, I'M SORRY.
I WAS TOO.
HE WAS SUCH A NICE MAN
WHILE HE LASTED.
IS HE YOURS, MOIRA ?
OH, ON LOAN.
OH.
WELL... TOODLE.
[ Snickers ]
TOODLE.
[ Laughs ]
[ Guests Chattering ]
HE JUST DRINKS AND DRINKS
AND NOTHING HAPPENS.
AT LEAST HE HASN' BURST INTO TEARS.
[ Man ] AMEN !
[ Man #2 ]
THAT'S SHEER BALDERDASH !
NONSENSE IN MY LIFE.
YOU MEAN TO TELL ME,
THIS WHOLE WAR WAS AN ACCIDENT ?
NO, IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT.
I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
IT WAS CAREFULLY PLANNED,
DOWN TO THE TINIEST MECHANICAL
AND EMOTIONAL DETAIL.
BUT IT WAS A MISTAKE,
IT WAS A BEAUT.
IN THE END, SOMEHOW GRANTED
THE TIME FOR EXAMINATION,
WE SHALL FIND:
THAT OUR SO-CALLED CIVILIZATION
WAS GLORIOUSLY DESTROYED...
BY A HANDFUL:
OF VACUUM TUBES AND TRANSISTORS.
PROBABLY FAULTY.
[ Man #2 ]
THERE YOU ARE, JULIAN.
NOW WE KNOW:
WHERE THE BLAME LIES.
OH, NO, YOU DON'T.
NO. NO.
MECHANICS OF DISASTER,
BUT YOU DON'T PIN THE GUIL ON THE SCIENTISTS
THAT EASILY.
YOU MIGHT AS WELL
PIN IT ON... MOTHERHOOD.
IT SHOULD BE PINNED
ON SOMEBODY.
YOU SCIENTISTS:
ARE THE LIKELY ONES
YOU BUILT THE BOMB.
YOU EXPERIMENTED WITH IT,
TESTED IT AND EXPLODED IT.
JUST A MOMENT, MORGAN.
THANKS TO YOU CHAPS,
A MOMENT IS ABOUT ALL WE HAVE.
EVERY MAN WHO EVER WORKED
ON THIS THING TOLD YOU
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN.
THE SCIENTISTS SIGNED
PETITION AFTER PETITION,
JULIAN, PLEASE.
BUT NOBODY LISTENED.
THERE WAS A CHOICE.
AND USE THEM...
OR RISK THE UNITED STATES,
THE SOVIET UNION
AND THE REST OF US...
WOULD FIND SOME WAY
TO GO ON LIVING.
[ Scoffs ]
THAT'S WISHFUL THINKING,
IF EVER I HEARD IT.
[ Julian ]
I'M NOT AGAINS WISHFUL THINKING, NOT NOW.
[ Morgan ]
THEY PUSHED US TOO FAR.
THEY DIDN'T THINK WE'D FIGHT,
AND THEY WERE WRONG.
WE FOUGHT. WE EXPUNGED THEM !
ON OURSELVES.
WITH THE INTERESTING RESUL THAT THE BACKGROUND LEVEL
OF RADIATION...
IN THIS ROOM IS NINE TIMES
WHAT IT WAS A YEAR AGO.
[ Holmes ]
JULIAN.
NINE TIMES !
THE WHOLE SILLY, DRUNKEN,
PATHETIC LOT OF US.
DOOMED BY THE AIR
WE HAVEN' GOT A CHANCE !
STOP IT !
I WON'T HAVE IT, JULIAN !
I WON'T.
THERE IS HOPE.
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE.
WE CAN'T.
WE-- WE--
[ Sobs ]
[ Door Closes ]
I SHOULDN'T DRINK,
YOU KNOW.
I INEVITABLY SAY
SOMETHING BRILLIANT.
SORRY.
[ Guests Chattering Softly ]
[ Puts Down Glass ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Continues Sobbing ]
I--
I CAN'T HELP IT, PETER.
I'M SORRY.
I JUST CAN'T.
EVERYBODY'S GONE TO BED.
YOU LIKE THAT ?
SETTLES THE STOMACH.
I HAD A LOT TO DRINK.
JULIAN HAD:
A LOT TO DRINK.
JULIAN AND I:
ARE THE TOWN DRUNKS.
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING
TO FORGET ?
IT'S A DAMN SILLY QUESTION
IF I EVER HEARD ONE.
[ Chuckles ]
YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT'S JUST AN EXPRESSION.
YOU KNOW...
SOMEBODY SHOULD HAVE
GIVEN ME A COPY...
OF THE LOCAL GROUND RULES.
I MIGHT HAVE OPENED
MY BIG MOUTH.
[ Chuckling ]
DANGER STRUCK:
FROM THE WRONG QUARTER.
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