Rip Tide Page #3
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When's the last time
you went swimming?
In the ocean?
As a kid.
The last time
I was here, probably.
Well, then, it's about time.
It's nice as!
The air's different here.
I mean, it's, like, perfume.
It's a bit different
from New York, huh?
Margot said you model.
Yeah, yeah.
Teen fashion, mostly,
but Mom's been
training me for editorial.
Training? How hard can it be?
- Chicka.
- What?
You just lie around in clothes.
I do that all the time.
I'm doing it right now.
Yeah, it's... it's okay.
A lot of people think it's easy.
It actually requires
a surprising amount of work.
Sof must be very proud of you.
Yeah, well...
I might take a break from...
modeling soon, anyway.
Yeah, I don't blame you.
I mean...
It wasn't that bad.
Yeah, look, there are
a lot of people
who work really hard
to get the cover shoot.
If you make one mistake,
even if it's a little one,
it's the end of the world.
You know, it seems like you're
the most important person
in the room.
In actuality, you're nobody.
You can't be perfect
all the time.
I know a thing or two
about making mistakes
in front of a critical audience.
Oh, yeah.
Like that time you wiped out
in the Wahine's Women's Open.
- Chicka.
What? It was in the heats,
not even the final,
and she just, like,
completely ate it.
Thank you.
I forgot about that.
I did wipe out more than once.
Mm-hmm.
But every time I made a mistake,
I learned something...
Something about my technique
or my attitude,
who to trust.
Exactly.
And who cares what
those fancy pantses
in New York think, anyway?
I know it sounds silly,
but where I come from,
the fashion that we wear,
it's... it's just art.
It's pure art.
You should see what
these designers do.
They don't just buy fabrics
and follow a pattern.
I mean, they're architects.
They... They research,
and they're always
hunting down new materials
and seeking out ways to make it
all come together, you know?
You sound very passionate.
Yeah, I mean, it's
just my observations.
Here's an idea... Why don't you
two go for a surf tomorrow?
It's gonna be a beautiful day.
Sweet.
Yeah, let's do it.
I can't surf.
Oh, well, that's all right.
Neither could I before
I went out the first time.
Up.
Upright. Okay.
Move this back foot.
Breathe in.
Feel the movement of the water.
You are a part of the sea.
You are the current.
You are a jellyfish.
You are at one with the ocean.
You're a dolphin.
I don't think this is working.
Oh, well, this is
how Margot taught me.
Yeah, speaking of Margot,
maybe she can come out
with us next time.
Open your eyes!
And go, Cora! Go!
Paddle! Paddle!
Yeah, girl!
Whoo! Go, Cora!
- Hello?
- Margot.
Sof.
Hey, uh, how are you?
Fine.
Well, as fine as you can be
when your daughter skips town.
Oh, I thought as much.
Didn't seem like you to push
for a last-minute holiday.
I haven't heard
from you in a while.
I have tried to call.
Did you get the flowers
I sent for...
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
Thanks.
I meant to call back,
but, well, you know...
So, Cora grew up.
She's great, Sof.
She's... She's gorgeous.
Yeah, she is.
Is she all right?
Not getting in your way?
No, no, no, no. Not at all.
I mean, she was...
She was a bit out of sorts
when she arrived,
but actually,
she's out surfing right now.
- Wow. That sounds dangerous.
- It's strange.
It's kind of like having
my teen sister back again.
How's your, uh...
How's your work?
Uh, busy. How about you?
Yeah, yeah, tied up
with things here.
So, have you sold Blue Soul?
Why would I do that?
I thought
it wasn't going so well.
You don't know how
it's going, actually.
It's just basic
business principle.
It doesn't have to be personal.
Of course it's personal.
Isn't that why you deigned
to visit us last time?
Because you were
struggling with work,
and you needed a break?
Because sometimes it's personal.
I'm sorry to cut this short,
but I'm being hassled
by my next appointment.
I just wanted to see
if Cora was all right.
I'm glad she's okay and that
you're both having fun together.
I'll talk to you later.
Okay. Sof, I...
Sof?
Cora. You're doing well.
I think Chicka's
trying to kill me
and make it look
like an accident.
I've seen worse first attempts.
Well, thanks.
Who are they?
- Wave Masters.
Only other surf school
in Tea Tree.
Come on, guys. Let's go.
Come on.
All right, grab it now.
Now, let's move it, move it.
Come on, guys. Follow me.
We're heading down to the beach.
Let's go, go, go.
Hey, that guy was
at Margot's the other day.
Yeah, Owen.
He's been trying to get Margot
to sell for a while.
She's having none of it.
You want to boost my numbers?
Join my lesson tomorrow?
Tell you what, if Chicka
gets taken by a shark,
you will be my first call.
Before you say anything,
this wasn't my idea.
I didn't want to be the head
of the festival committee.
No, Frank, we are not having
a Guess Your Weight stand.
Why not?
Beryl, how much do you weigh?
- Excuse me.
- That's why.
I thought Dolores was
head of the committee.
Well, she was until she had
the nerve to jump ship.
- Dolores has moved?
- She's on holiday.
She's in Cairns.
The details are not important.
We just have to band together,
and if I'm stuck with them,
you're stuck with them.
What's wrong with your house?
Darling!
Wonderful!
We need your fashion eye.
This is the one
I was talking about.
She works in fashion
in New York.
We are putting together
a vintage swimsuit display
that spans 100 years.
What do you think?
We can't get it to work.
It's not supposed
to hang like a sack.
Yeah, uh, I don't
really do this, so...
I'll... I'll let you guys to it.
- No, no, no, no.
Don't you worry about
hurting our feelings.
What do you think?
I mean, honestly?
Yes, yes, darling.
Hmm.
Ready, Mommy?
To begin, I'm gonna need
a sewing machine.
Now, the idea is to show
different eras
of swim wear fashion,
but all ideas are welcome.
Aha! Here we go.
Ohh! Now...
this was Grandma Violet's,
given to me by my mother,
and now I'm giving it to you.
- Ohh! Ohh!
- Careful.
Have fun with it.
Go wild.
- Yeah.
No one's ever really asked
for my opinion before.
More fool them.
Do you got it?
- Yeah.
- Shall I help?
- No. Arm day.
All right, I'll stand behind
you in case you drop it.
Ah, she's flying.
It's beautiful.
It's like a dance.
It's 'cause
they're working together...
Surfer and the sea.
Can't tell with the wave ends
and she begins.
First thing... We're gonna need
some awesome surfer girls.
Can you help me with that?
Yeah. You're looking
at one, sister.
Second...
Can you keep a secret?
Sealed.
Yes, I'll come back to you
No, I won't ask
where you run
Under the sun
Yes, I'll come back to you
Then I'll ask,
"What have we done?"
Under the sun
To be free, be awake
Big breath
that you can't fake
Once you've begun
On the right side,
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