Tim Page #2

Whatever you say, quite a bargain.

That looks nice.

Not bad, eh?

- Come up to the patio and have some tea.

- Sure.

- Get the phone, will you Tim?

- Mm.

Hello. Who?

Oh, Mary. Hello.

What?

Oh, yeah, he's here.

Dad, it's for you.

Mary.

- Who?

- Miss Horton.

Hello.

Yes, Miss Horton.

That would be...

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

A favour?

Well, I don't see why not.

You'd like Tim to help you down

at the beach. That will be alright.

I'm sure Tim won't mind.

He enjoys working for you.

Good. Do you want to talk to him?

Just a minute.

Miss Horton wants

to talk to you again.

Hello.

Yeah, that will be nice, Mary.

I'd like that.

Next weekend.

Goodbye Mary.

Did you hear that?

I'm going to the beach with Mary.

- You ever been up here before?

- No. Don't get out much. None of us do.

All, except Dawnie,

that's my sister.

She even went

overseas once for a holiday.

Have you ever been on the seas?

- I was born in America.

- Oh.

Take your bag. We're

gonna leave the car here.

Okay.

- I got it.

- Good.

I have to pick up some things.

- Mr Thompson, hello.

- Hello, Ms Horton. Got your order ready.

That will be S12.10.

Make it $12 even.

This is Tim, Mr Thompson.

- Hello son.

- Hi.

We're gonna take the jeep.

Heh heh.

I've never been for a

ride on the beach before.

Listen.

It's fun.

Sit down or you'll fall off.

Heh heh heh.

Oh, this is nice.

- Let me help you.

- I got it.

Well, I think that's

enough work for today.

- Would you like to go surfing?

- Oh yes!

Look, I brought my

swimming trunks like you said.

Oh good. You go change

and I'll get you some towels.

All right.

What's the matter?

You said we were going swimming.

Oh! Not me, you.

I haven't been near the water in years.

Well, you have to come

swimming with me, Mary.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I burn so easily.

But it won't be the same.

Look, I can't go swimming all by myself.

Please come swimming with me, Mary.

I don't even know if I have

a bathing suit down here.

Well, go and take a look, please.

Please go and take a look.

Alright, I'll take a look.

- You found one?

- Yes.

- Now we can go swimming.

- Yes.

How come if you live down here,

you never go to the beach?

Well.

If I live here, I'll go to

the beach everyday.

- It is beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Where do you want me to put the chair?

- This is fine.

Are you coming?

- Ah, I'll check the water.

- Come on. Let's go in.

Let me give it a try. Wait a

minute, I forgot the shoes.

Come on.

Go on.

Nice.

Come on!

- Where are you going?

- Oh, it's too cold.

- Come on back!

- Oh!

Oh! It's so cold.

- Are you coming in?

- No, I'll stay right here.

Alright, I'll go for a dip.

- Are you sure you won't come in?

- Oh, I can't. It's too cold.

Alright, let's go for

a run on the beach.

Alright!

Hey, turn your lights out.

Goodbye Mary.

Thanks for taking me to the beach.

- Goodnight Tim.

- Goodbye.

So that's Mary Horton.

Who?

- Tim works for her weekends.

- Aah.

I think, that's about

enough of it for one night.

- Are you happy?

- What do you think?

Have a cup of tea, son?

No, thanks, mom. I'm sleepy.

I think I'll go to bed.

- Alright then, son.

- Goodnight mom, goodnight dad.

Goodnight son.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Hello Dawnie.

- Oh, good day Tim.

- Been out tonight, eh?

- Yeah, with Mick.

- How did the weekend go?

- Oh, great.

I want you to see

what Mary gave me.

- How about that?

- Oh yeah.

The Wind in the Willows.

I read it at school.

It's all about animals

that talk like people.

Mary's been teaching me to read.

She says I'm doing real good.

- You want to hear me read out.

- Oh, not now, Tim. I'm a bit tired.

- Tomorrow maybe, heh?

- Alright.

- Alright Dawnie.

- Goodnight Tim. Sleep tight.

- Hello mom, hello dad.

- Oh, so late, Dawnie.

- Just saw the elusive Ms Horton.

- Ohh.

- Dropping Tim off.

- What's she like?

I didn't get much

of a look at her really.

Tim seems pretty

wrapped up with her.

Why he's so amazed as to Mary this,

Mary that, drive me up the wall.

- Do you know she's teaching him to read.

- Mm hmm.

One of my book. Should have

been a school teacher.

The Wind in the Willows.

Told us about it when he came home.

You want a cup of tea?

- Yeah, I wont mind.

- Well?

Sounds as though you're

a bit jealous of Ms Horton.

Hmm. Jealous? Me?

Well, the way you're talking.

You think she was stealing your little

brother away from you or something.

Well, who is she anyway?

We haven't met her.

Sounds nice enough on the phone.

What does she see in Tim, any how?

What do you mean,

what does she see in him?

Well, you know.

She's good to him,

that's all I know.

- Here you are.

- Oh, thanks mom.

Any way, do what

you have with tonight.

Well, the chairman of the board.

He's 92, but really sexy.

Hmm. Very funny.

What I want to know is, what

do all these blokes see in you.

Things you never do.

None of that talk in this

house, thanks very much.

Smart ass.

Come on. Who's this bloke you've

been knocking about with lately?

- Which one?

- You know the one.

The tall one.

He called you tonight.

At least he didn't stood outside.

He came to the front door.

Ah him.

Mick. Mick Harrington.

Well, as a matter of fact.

We're engaged to be married.

- Engaged.

- Christ sake!

- When did this happen?

- Tonight.

- Oh, Dawnie, I'm so happy for you.

- Jesus Christ!

He is the one, whose familys

got nothing else but money.

I don't know how we're

going to pay for the wedding.

Oh come on. That's what

I saved my money for.

Is it?

Yeah, I'm going to have a beautiful

wedding, lots of bridesmaid, the works.

- Oh, we don't want you to be ashamed of us.

- No.

No way. You've brought me up in the

best and nicest and happiest of homes.

That's why I love you both so much.

And Micks okay.

He's a bit of a sloth but I'll

soon knock that out of him.

- Oh, goodnight Dawnie.

- Goodnight Dawnie.

- Well, what do you think of that?

- I figure it's marvelous.

Well, time to clear up this all.

Oh, hard to believe.

I never thought of her husband.

She was always too

much for me, that girl.

- Mick... Mick Harrington.

- Mrs Harrington.

It came as a bit of a

shock to me. I can tell you.

- I'll give you a hand.

- Halt. No.

Don't you strain yourself.

You get off to bed.

I hope Dawnie isn't

making a mistake.

Oh, she'll be alright.

- This Mick... what's his name?

- Harrington.

- Seems a bit of a pope to me.

- Alright. You don't even know him.

I saw him when he came to the door.

Bet you never see him drinking

down at the pub with me and Tim.

Oh Jesus.

I forgot all about Tim.

He's always doted on Dawnie.

He's the one that's gonna

miss her around the place.

You're very quiet today.

Where do you want these planted?

Ah, what do you say we put

the Marigolds right over there?

Whatever you say.

- Well, what do you think?

- I don't know. What ever you say.

- Tim, is anything the matter?

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