Tim Page #5

well, pretty long time, isn't it.

Do you realise it's been almost 20

years since I came from America?

And I've never tried to

tell you how to run your life.

No, you haven't.

- Do you know what you're about now?

- Haven't I always?

- That's not what I'm asking you.

- I know.

It's late Tom.

Good luck.

It will work out.

Thanks for the drink and the advice.

What's up?

- Oh Mary, I'm glad to see you.

- I thought you'd be in bed by now.

- Oh, I wouldn't go until you got here.

- He's been waiting up for you.

I'll go to bed now.

Will you come and say goodnight?

Of course I will.

In a minute.

Tea's just made.

- How has it been?

- Good and bad.

He cried a lot for his mom.

I'll go say goodnight to him.

Oh Mary. I wish you

had been here all this week.

So do I.

It's sad to remember that

mom isn't here anymore.

It was awful not having you here

to talk to. I'm glad you're back.

So am I.

- Goodnight Mary.

- Goodnight.

It ain't the same

without the old girl.

If anything should happen to

me, would you look after Tim?

Of course, I will.

He's enough to break a man's heart.

I don't know what's

happening with him and me.

I don't seem to be able

to talk to him anymore.

- I don't want to interrupt your reading.

- It's alright.

But I thought you

might look at this.

It's all the stuff I

was telling you about,

the will, bank books,

insurance policies.

All the things Em and me put a few bob

into over the years to make Tim secure.

I thought you might

look after them for me.

You see, Mary, I'm dying.

Or put it this way,

I don't want to live.

I just can't make myself

want to live anymore.

I'm not undead like

a clockwork monkey.

Running down and there's

nothing I can do about it.

And I'm glad.

I'm glad.

If I'd been a young man, I might not

have felt the going as bad as this.

But age makes the difference.

She's left a great big hole

I can't fill with anything,

not even Tim.

All I want now, is to lie

with her under the ground.

That's right. Hug him.

You're always doing that.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Let me talk to him.

Tim!

Tim!

Tim!

- What have I done?

- Nothing. Go away.

Don't touch me!

Don't!

Please tell me. What have

I done, Tim? You must tell me.

Nothing.

Tell me what's the matter, please.

- I can't.

- You can.

You've always been

able to tell me everything.

I can't. I can't.

I don't know.

I only know you don't

like me anymore, that's all.

You like dad better

than you like me now.

Ever since you met him,

you haven't liked me and I knew it.

Oh Tim, how can I

ever stop liking you?

You did when you met dad.

Oh, that's not true Tim.

Oh, please, believe me that's not true.

I like your dad, but I could

never like him as much as I like you.

You don't like me anymore.

It's him you like now.

I've seen you hugging him all the

time and I want you to hug me,

but you don't.

But you do it to him.

Tim, I know that you

miss your mom a lot,

but it's not in the same

way that your dad does.

You know, you're

young and he's old.

I know how dad feels.

He wants to die, so

he can lie next to mom.

He just wants to be with her.

He misses her terribly.

He misses her like

I'll miss you if you died.

Mary.

Dear God!

What's wrong?

Let's go back.

Johnny, help me please.

I don't know what to do.

I feel so guilty.

When we're together,

I see him looking at me...

with such confusion.

He trusts me and I'm hurting him.

- And I promised his father...

- Have you come up with a solution?

Only not seeing him again.

But I can't do that.

- There is another way, you know?

- What?

Why don't you marry him?

- It's crazy.

- Is it? Is it really?

- John, that really is crazy.

- Why not marry him?

It's frightening.

For some reason, out of

all the people he's known,

Tim has fixed his affection on you.

And with you it will stay.

Stopped thinking of myself

as being married for so long.

Mary, what do you really want?

Do you want Tim to live the

rest of his life on his own

while you sit there is your house

wishing you had the guts

to do something about him?

You can't walk away from

him now, Mary. You know that.

Tim loves you. With every

part of his being, he loves you.

- Will you come to my wedding?

- I'll even dance at yours.

I may speak in tongues

of men or of angels.

If I am without love, I have a

sounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

I may have faith, strong

enough to move mountains.

If I have no love, I have nothing.

Love is patient.

Love is kind and envies no one.

Love is never boastful

nor conceited nor rude.

Never selfish,

not quick to take offense.

Love keeps no score of wrongs

but delights in the truth.

There is nothing love cannot face.

There is no limit to its faith,

its hope and its endurance.

Love will never come to an end.

In a word, there are

3 things that last forever.

Faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of them is love.

Do you, Tim Melville, take Mary Horton

as your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Do you, Mary Horton, take Tim Melville

as your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

I now pronounce you,

man and wife.

What is it?

You told me that one day

I'd be so happy that I'd cry.

Oh, I so love you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

This is Fred Kelman speaking.

Is Mr Melville in? I mean is Tim in?

Ah. This is Mrs Melville.

I'm sorry to disturb you

Mrs Melville, to ring you like this.

But my wife and I are

neighbours of Ron Melville.

We hadn't seen him about his

place for the past few days so

this morning I went

across to knock at his door...

Could you come up right away and

make the necessary arrangements?

Yes.

We'll be there.

Oh Lord, support us all the

day long of this troublest life

until the shadows lengthen

and the evening comes.

And the fever of life is

over and Thy work is done.

Then in Thy great mercy

grant us a safe lodging

and a holy rest

and peace at the last.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Lord, bless us and keep us.

The Lord make his face to shine

upon us and be gracious unto us.

The Lord lift up the lives of

his countenance upon us

and give us peace.

- Amen.

- Amen.

My condolences on your loss.

Dawnie, I'm so sorry.

Don't talk to me. You've got

what you wanted. You've got Tim.

Tim, my condolences to you.

Dawnie, look what you've done.

Dawnie, you're done.

I never want to

see that woman again.

Don't say that, Dawnie.

Look, I feel sorry for you.

I really do, Tim, but...

- What is different?

- What's different?

Me.

I'm different.

I'm married. Mary is my wife.

Just like you're Mick's wife.

All I know is mom and dad's in

their graves and you're with her.

I just want things to be

the way they used to.

I want you to love Mary.

I love you Dawnie, please.

Oh, Tim.

Everything's gonna be alright?

Yeah, of course it is.

Come on love.

See you later, Tim, Mary. Bye.

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