On the Beach Page #4
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A RELATIVE QUESTION
AT BEST, ISN'T IT ?
I FEEL LEFT OUT.
DON'T YOU GO AWAY.
[ Beeping Morse Code ]
[ Typing ]
STARTED THE DAY:
BEFORE YESTERDAY.
CAME ON AGAIN:
TEN MINUTES AGO, SIR.
STARTS AND STOPS.
WE'VE MONITORED
IT'S WEIRD.
YOU'RE SURE IT'S
WITHIN A 100-MILE RADIUS.
WITHOUT TRIANGULATION.
COULD IT BE A KID, SOMEBODY
WE'VE MADE TWO WORDS, SIR:
"WATER" AND "CONNECT."
OF MONKEYS...
OF TYPEWRITERS.
WRITING "KING LEAR."
UNDER THE STRAIN,
LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE,
IT'S MORE THAN
JORGENSON'S THEORY.
IT'S A FACT.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE,
BUT IT'S A FACT.
AND THEY SHOULDN'T BE.
THERE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE
HYDROELECTRIC ?
YES, POSSIBLY.
AN EXPLANATION, AND I'D
NOT THAT I'LL LIVE
I'D LIKE IT, SIR.
VERY WELL, THEN.
I'VE BEEN ON
TO OUR ELECTRONIC WIZARDS.
YES.
IT HASN'T BEEN USED MUCH.
YOURSELF AROUND HERE
A LITTLE LONGER...
UNTIL YOU'RE READY
TO LEAVE.
[ Laughs ]
HEY !
THEY'VE HAD IT.
THEY'RE ALL RIGHT,
IT'S LIKE LOOKING
AT A FRENCH MOVIE.
[ Laughing ]
DR. FLETCHER ?
THEY'VE GOT,
THEY'LL BE AVAILABLE
FROM THE CHEMISTS' SHOPS
I UNDERSTAND THAT THEY
HAVE GOT THEM ALREADY...
APPARENTLY.
LETHARGY, THEN SOME
EUPHORIA, COMA,
THEN NOTHING.
YOU, UH--
AND... WH-WHATEVER
NOT A CHANCE...
UNTIL:
THE TIME COMES.
SORRY, PETER.
I'M JUST TALKING--
IF THERE'S ONE THING
YOU COULD DO--
NO.
WHEN THE DENTIS IS DRILLING YOUR TOOTH,
[ Laughs ]
FISHING.
TROUT FISHING:
YOU WOULD.
THE SEASON DOESN'T OPEN
UNTIL SEPTEMBER. I'VE ASKED.
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW
IMPORTANT PEOPLE,
WITH THIS MOLDY SUBURBAN SET ?
YOU CAN'T MEAN ME.
SHE NEVER BOTTLED LIKE THA BEFORE. WHAT HAPPENED ?
[ Laughs ]
SHE BOTTLED US.
TAKING THE RACE:
TOO SERIOUSLY, NOT PAYING
TRUTH IS,
IN SELF-DEFENSE.
WELL, IF THAT--
[ Squeals,
Laughing ]
[ Towers Laughing ]
[ All Chuckling ]
ENJOYING THEMSELVES.
[ Laughing ]
WHAT ?
YOU NEVER WRESTLE
WITH ME ANYMORE.
YOU NEVER WRESTLE
WITH ME ANYMORE.
ALL RIGHT.
PETER, REALLY.
NEVER MIND...
FOR NOW.
[ Sighing ]
BUT I TOLD THEM:
THE TRUTH.
SHARON IS THE MOS TERRIBLE LIAR THAT--
I THINK IT'S ABSOLUTELY
PREPOSTEROUS.
HOW MUCH OF THIS GOULD CAMPBELL
BETTER THAN:
400 BOTTLES, SIR.
AND IN ITS PRIME.
SHOCKING. SHOCKING !
FOUR-HUNDRED BOTTLES
OF VINTAGE POR IN THE CELLARS...
AND BARELY:
SAY IS RIGHT.
ANOTHER YEAR, ACTUALLY.
VERY MUCH.
VERY MUCH, INDEED.
SHOULD HAVE HAD:
MORE FORESIGHT.
HOW CAN THE MEMBERS
BAD PLANNING, I SAY.
RIDICULOUS.
WITH ME TODAY, STEVENS.
YES, SIR.
SIR DOUGLAS FROUDE
IS EXPECTING ME.
I BELIEVE HE'S
IN THE BAR, SIR.
THANK YOU.
YES, I'VE HEARD
ABOUT THOSE PILLS.
INTO SOMETHING BIGGER
THAN I THOUGHT.
WHEN IT HAPPENS.
I UNDERSTAND,
BUT IF DR. FLETCHER
I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE.
YOU'RE MY LAST HOPE.
YOU'RE CONVINCED YOU WANT MARY
I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT I A GREAT DEAL. YES, SIR.
YES, I DO.
HMM. I'M NOT CERTAIN
YOU'RE RIGHT...
BUT CONSIDERING MARY--
I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH WEIGH I CARRY WITH THE GOVERNMEN IN MY OLD AGE.
EVEN IN DEATH.
THANK YOU.
ABSOLUTELY MAD.
FOUR HUNDRED BOTTLES
OF VINTAGE PORT.
TOO LATE.
TOO LATE.
SORRY, DYKERS.
GOOD SHOW. CARRY ON.
[ Laughs ]
TO THE WINE COMMITTEE...
THEIR SUPPLIES PROPERLY.
IF THEY'D ONLY REGULATED
THEIR--
OH, HOW NICE.
NO, I HADN'T NOTICED.
PETER ?
MM-HMM ?
COULD WE AFFORD:
AN ELECTRIC MOWER
FOR THE LAWN ?
WHILE YOU'RE AWAY ?
SHE DOES ?
ELECTROCUTED HERSELF.
BESIDES, DARLING,
WHAT'S THAT ?
SIT DOWN.
SIT DOWN.
THIS IS SOMETHING
I WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOU BEFORE I GO.
I WISH:
I DIDN'T HAVE TO BE.
NOW, DARLING, THIS IS
PETER, I KNEW WHEN I MARRIED YOU
YOU KNOW THAT.
DISCUSS IT, DO WE ?
MARY, BECAUSE THERE ISN' ANY TRADITION FOR THIS.
PETER--
NOW, THIS IS
SLEEPING PILL.
GETTING THEM,
BUT I WANTED YOU
HOW TO USE THEM.
WHAT HAPPENS:
WITH THE RADIATION
BEING SICK.
FOR A WHILE, BUT I ALWAYS COMES BACK.
YOU GET WEAKER.
DARLING, YOU KNOW
NOTHING CURES IT.
THIS ENDS IT.
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