Tideland Page #3

Now... there isn't a bee alive

that doesn't want me murdered.

And this...

this is revenge!

A dead peeper.

Dreadful, isn't it?

Who's this?

- This for me too?

- It's Mustique.

She's my friend.

Well, you should consider the company

you keep, I think. You take it.

You be going now.

You're not a real ghost, anyhow.

Not yet.

Maybe we'll meet again.

I'll most probably come by here

tomorrow... around noon.

Well, you can leave your friend behind,

she's trouble.

Okay.

Children!

She doesn't hate me. She doesn't!

Daddy! She doesn't hate me!

She's not a ghost at all.

Daddy, I think

she could be my new friend.

She invited me to a picnic.

The only thing is...

she just wants me to go.

She doesn't like Mustique...

and I don't think she'd like the others.

I'm going on my own.

Sleep... dear little ones, sleep.

You dream...

of trains... of Eskimo pies...

and old men dancing with bears.

Lift me up sweet Jesus

Lay me on His crooked cross

Oh what a glorious day

Have me down on my knees and pray

Lift me up sweet Jesus

Lay me on His crooked cross

Kill a rabbit yourself, Dickens.

I'm too busy today.

Now, do you think you're the only person

with things to do?

No, Dell, I can't!

Lord, I don't know why

I is getting such cross.

I can't kill rabbits, Dell.

Because they've got big eyes.

And they're watching me.

- Why can't you kill them?

- Because I can't.

You know I can't. You hear me?

If you do that to rabbits I feel bad.

I don't do that.

Well, I put food in my tummy already.

Am I a maid? Am I a wife?

Do I make the sky turn blue?

Dickens, feed yourself, you're no child.

But my tummy is empty, Dell!

You didn't even leave me a crumb.

You tummy will get his food, Dickens,

but not for lunch. No lunch.

I'll fill him at dinner,

he'll get his rabbit then.

Mama needs reading to

before I kill for you.

Boy!

She's gonna kill you, rabbit.

Better hide. Gonna eat you for dinner.

Better hide. Gonna eat you for dinner.

It was such a wonderful time.

They invited me into

their little stone house. They really did.

And we danced and played games

and sang songs.

Her name is Dell.

And she had the radio fixed.

And I danced with Dickens.

It was wonderful, Mustique.

Well, I wouldn't know, would I?

I wasn't there.

I know, Mustique.

I'm sorry you couldn't come too.

I wanted you to.

- I really did.

- You hypnotized us!

I had to.

So you wouldn't stop me going.

There...

What is that stink?

What died in here?

You quit cutting muffins!

Poo in the yard,

because that's where you do it!

What are you eating?

You're fat.

Your belly is poking.

You're a real stinker.

And don't say it's me, because it's you.

And you know it!

You don't have to eat

if you don't want to, daddy.

Maybe I'll bring back some food

from Dell.

A butter tart...

or maybe a little piece of her chicken.

Go away, bog man. Leave me alone!

Go away, bog man!

No, no, don't be mad.

I'm wrong again. I'm sorry.

The old lady isn't here any more.

I know that. I'm going now.

She isn't here any more.

Wait! Dickens!

Dickens! Don't be scared.

Dell is my friend. We ate a picnic too!

Come back! I'm Dell's best friend!

Dickens?

Come out.

I can see you.

If I run too fast... I faint like a girl.

I'm a girl. I don't faint like a girl.

I'm Jeliza-Rose.

My daddy wrote a song about me

because I'm special.

How come you know my name?

Dell told me. She's my best friend.

She's my sister.

Who was that in the chair?

Was that your mama?

My daddy.

He's pretty too... with pretty hair.

I made him pretty.

The old lady lived there.

See, the door was open,

so, she could have been there too.

But she wasn't, but maybe she was.

Yeah,

I'm always getting into trouble that way...

when I'm wrong.

Wait.

What happened to your head?

They cut inside my head, they did.

They cut my brain...

so I'm not epileptic no more

only sometimes.

Like this.

Do you have a pool?

No. I can't swim. Because I'll get

a seizure and sink like a stone.

I don't swim except in the tub.

- And I don't drive cars.

- Yeah, me either.

See, I can't drive to save my life.

Not even if I'm bloody...

or my arm's chopped off.

If you drive you'll go...

Yeah, yeah, that's what'll happen,

all right.

Uh-oh. Careful, you'll drown

if you don't keep swimming?

Oh, I'm drowning!

I am. Save me! Save me!

I need to go get Lisa.

- Lisa?

- Yeah, Lisa!

And see, then I don't have to swim

anyway. Lisa's my submarine.

If you wanna see it, I don't know...

Maybe tomorrow you can.

I want to see it. I like submarines.

Thing is...

thing is, you gotta hold my hand, okay?

Real tight, okay?

Okay.

Because that way we don't get lost

from each other.

- All right.

- Okay.

That way...

it's the ocean!

This it!

She's Lisa!

She's Lisa.

Vessels underwater have girl names.

Boats on top do too. Well, some do.

What's this supposed to be?

A periscope?

Yeah.

Dive! Dive!

What's this junk?

It ain't junk, it's bait!

You see this?

Shark attack!

- A shark did this?

- A monster shark.

Because I hunt them all over

the South Pacific in my submarine.

And I set bait.

They're mostly pennies,

but I got a million.

I set the bait like this.

And then the monster shark,

he comes down the tracks...

his jaws are gnashing...

he mashes everything in his way,

that shark.

When I find bigger bait,

I hide in the submarine and wait.

The only way to stop that monster

is to blow him up.

Rocks and spears don't work,

believe me.

I'm lucky I'm alive.

I need to be home. I need to be home.

- Dickens.

- You too.

- Don't get in my submarine without me.

- I won't.

Bye.

Bye, friend.

Don't drown.

Come visit me tomorrow.

We'll sail away... under the seas.

Dive. Dive.

Dive. Dive.

You love, Dickens?

No I don't.

You want to kiss the cut on his head

and hold hands.

But, he's a sissy.

He's a shark hunter.

He has a submarine too.

Except it's a fake.

He's gonna be rich and buy a real one.

He has more pennies than you.

Hey, wait for me.

That monster shark might be about.

Don't worry.

Dickens the sea captain will save us.

He's sailing under the seas now.

He's diving deep to the place

where dreams are made.

"He walks a lonely shore all littered

with dreams and hopes..."

Dickens, my brave sea captain.

Avast ye, you scurvy...

I'll have you keelhauled.

I'll have you strung to the yard arm

and sent to Davey Jones's locker!

- Have mercy on my soul!

- Mutiny.

Looks like the pirate took

the captain prisoner.

- Mercy.

- Those who die will be the lucky ones!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Wait a minute,

he looks more like a farmer.

He's not really a captain...

- or a prisoner or anything.

- Go on in, Dickens.

- Stay in your room till I call you out.

- Okay, Dell, okay.

Afternoon, Miss Munro.

Hello, Patrick.

Is it afternoon?

My, how the day flies, you know.

"My, how the day flies you know."

I do appreciate all you do for me,

Patrick.

You are such a kind young man.

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