All language subtitles for 2x05 A Good Eye for Shoes

[ rock music ]

Hello, Glenn. Ready for storytime?

Oh, yeah.

Now, which one do we want today?

I want to hear the one
about the married woman

with the six dogs.

Don't we know that one off by heart?

Read it to me like
it was the first time.

"It was a beautiful day.

"Penelope was making apple pies.

"She gazed out the kitchen window

"and watched her
dogs in the garden..."

[ laughs ]

"...jumping as high, high as could be,

"flying through the air,
then hitting the ground with a thud,

"tumbling together, paws pressing
into each other's bodies,

"a tangle of hairy limbs,

"smelling, sniffing..."

- [ sniffs ]
- "...licking each other.

"Penelope kept an eye
out for big Bessie..."

- [ growls ]
- "...the most dominant female.

"Big Bessie pushed. Charlie lay back.

"Bessie began playing
with Charlie's balls..."

[ moans ]

"...his teeny, tiny chihuahua balls.

"Big Bessie lick, lick, licked.
Charlie barked with..."

- [ groans ]
- Oh!

[ laughs ]

Loosening up, Glenn?

- [ laughs ]
- Oh, it does it every time.

WOMAN: You know
what party politics is like.

You only do factional deals
if you don't have the numbers.

I'm not lobbying for the leadership,
I'm just waiting to be conscripted.

- Sheedy, you old bastard.
- How are you?

- When did you get in?
- Last night.

Ah, this is Lauren. This is Terence.

Hello. Lovely to meet you.

That's Fiona, Ralph,
Colsen, Missy and, uh...

- WOMAN: Bridget.
- Bridget, hi.

- Bridget.
- Hi.

This man writes better political
speeches than anyone I know -

exceeded only by his inability
to find a halfway-decent date,

until now.

You didn't know his reputation?

Obviously not. Is it too late to leave?

[ laughs ] I wouldn't
do that to you, Glenn.

The thing about political types, Lauren,

they'll talk all day if you let them.

Oh, that's great.
I'm only here for the gossip.

Tell me she's not a journalist, Sheedy.

No, no, no. She's not a... journalist.

An aspiring psychologist.

- Aspiring?
- Mmm, like you're an aspiring leader.

We're all striving for something.

I'm going to enjoy you.

Come on, everybody. Let's eat.

Hello. Having fun?

Yes, I am.

Not too much shop talk, I hope.

No. It's fascinating, and exciting,

especially if this leadership
thing comes off.

Well, that's up to the conference.

Do you mind if I ask you something?

Are you an escort?

- What?
- I know it's a strange question.

I don't know why you'd think that.

I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to offend you.

I just... I don't know.

I'm fascinated, that's all.

I'm not offended.

- Didn't Glenn tell you?
- No. I guessed.

I guess it's the concept of
Glenn with someone like you.

Isit that obvious?
Do I scream 'callgirl'?

No, no, no, no. no.

I've known Glenn for years.
He'd never find someone like you.

[ quietly ]
Do you think anyone else knows?

Oh, political types - too busy
thinking about themselves.

No, I just wanted to say...

I don't know.

Good for you. You're amazing.

- Thanks. That's... very nice.
- Thanks.

[ phone rings ]

Hello?

Where the hell is Tippi?
Do you know?

Natalie. How are you this fine day?

Im terrific. Wasn't she
supposed to be back by now?

She didn't turn up for her
shift and her mobile is off.

Well, I'm not Tippi's supervisor,
Nat - at least not that I'm aware of.

Well, I expected her to be back by now.

Maybe she just felt like
being irresponisble for a while.

You should try it sometime.

Maybe she just needs
a few soothing words

from someone like your good self.

You know, get her back on track.

Yeah, sure, I've nothing but
soothing words for all makind.

Look, if you see her...

I'll get her to give you a call, OK?

How are you, Mel?

- What?
- How are you this fine day?

I'm alright. Why?

- I just like to know you're OK.
- Sure.

Good. See ya.

I, ah, fixed the account with reception.

OK, great.

So we just need to conduct a little
health check before we get started.

- What?
- I need to examine you.

Ah, yeah, no,
you don't need to do that.

Yes, I do, 'cause without that
we can't really do much.

Oh, no, no, sorry.
I thought they would have said.

Um, I'm not here to have sex.

Right. No, they didn't.

They didn't tell me
this was a special booking.

Um... what did you have in mind?

Maybe start with some Turkish,

and if things work out we
could move on to, um...

I don't know.
How do you feel about Yemen?

Yemen?

Mmm, Arab country.

Big coffee producer.

[ laughs ] Look, I don't
want to have, um...

Not because you're...
I mean, you're obviously very, um...

Yeah. [ laughs ]

Um, I'm just here with some
clients and they, you know...

You've got some clients.

- Business associates.
- Mm-hm.

They love this place

and, well, I just bring them
here and it keeps them happy.

What about you?

I needed to get away from the bar,

and, well, it's just easier
to come in here

and let them think that, um...

Ah, let them think that
you're having a wild time.

[ laughs ] Yeah, that.

Well, it's up to you. It's your booking.

I'm Bill, by the way.

I know. We were introduced.

- You're Layla. Lily.
- Chloe.

Yeah, Chloe. Sorry. Shit.

- Do you want something to drink?
- Yeah.

Something soft would be nice.

OK. So champagne?

Yeah, that.

There you go.

- And yourself?
- Yeah.

Pour away.

How was dinner, Lauren?

It was good.

Well, you must have made an impression.

There's someone waiting
for you in the bar.

[ sighs ] Is he wearing glasses?

No. She seems more like
the contact lens type.

Fiona. This is a surprise,
to say the least.

Yes, I can imagine.

This is quite a place.

I want to buy you, Lauren,
if that is the right expression.

To do what?

How much to buy you for a while?

I mean, for a lengthy period of time.

That depends on what
you actually want me to do.

I want you to sleep with Terence.

Now, I need someone
I can trust absolutely -

someone who values
discretion above all else.

Is this a usual thing for you guys?

Oh, no. God, no.

Terry's a good man.

But he's not immune to...
temptation, if you know what I mean.

You think he's having an affair.

I think he's tempted.

And in normal circumstances
that might not matter,

but now it could kill his career.

- If he was caught?
- The press would love it.

And so would some of his colleagues.

Then why would you risk...

If he is to pursue... outside interests,

then I want to know about it.

I want to control it.

And you chose me. Why?

Because you're the total
opposite to what I expected.

Look, just because I charmed him

it doesn't mean I can lure him
into some sort of affair.

Of course. I understand that.

But you're his type.

And I'd like you to try.

- NAT: Terence O'Neill?
- Mmm.

Is she nuts?

I don't know. You met her.

She wants you to sleep
with her husband.

It's more than that.

She wants me to seduce him and
become his mistress or something.

- How much is she paying?
- I don't know.

I don't know how to charge
for something like that.

Hmm. How long's the gig?

As long as it takes, I guess.

You know, it could be weeks or more.

I said we'd negotiate on a weekly basis,

but, God, I don't know.

So you're quitting 232?

I think I should be exclusive for a while.

I'd be happy to talk money
on your behalf, if you'd like.

[ sighs ]
I don't know if I want the job.

Oh, for God's sake.

What's the problem?

My own marriage fell apart
because my husband had an affair.

So? What's that got to
do with anything?

Oh, dammit.
I'm having the night from hell.

Why?

Because I'm overbooked
and I'm in a rush.

I just had my dream client.

Tall, skinny, blonde, female?

Uh-uh.
Male, nervous, no sex required.

- Oh!
- Mmm.

"No sex at all" no sex

or "no sex - stick this
parsnip up your arse" no sex?

No sex.
We drank champagne, we chatted.

He made me laugh, like, seven times.

Shame he didn't make you
come seven times.

Anybody can do that.

- Really?
- Mmm.

When was the last time
a client made you laugh?

Um, about 20 minutes ago.

But I was faking.

[ both laugh ]

Oh!

- It's OK.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Terence. Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh, what is this?
- A prawn cocktail.

- I'll go and get a cloth.
- Thank you.

God.

You have a... You've got a...

I was hoping to bump into Glenn.

Tag along to the conference,
hear your speech.

He raves about your delievery.

That's tomorrow.

- Oh.
- You're more than welcome, though.

- Tomorrow.
- Thanks.

Look, in the meantime,
why don't you just take this

and just go and get yourself cleaned up?

I'll get someone to show
you where the room is.

No, no, that's OK. 317. Thank you.

[ phone rings ]

Yeah, Tony, what can I do you for?

Well, if I count your lot,
I've got the numbers.

Mate, I don't want to talk on a mobile.

I'll call you back on a landline, alright?

[ water runs ]

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

[ Terence dials phone ]

Hello?

It's me, Terence.
I just need to use the phone.

My mother always taught
me to make an entrance.

- Well, you did that, alright.
- Yeah.

Yeah, Tony. Terence.

Tell me who you got.

Yep. Uh-huh.

Yep. Not surprising.

Uh-huh. I expected that.

- Feeling better?
- Thank you.

Terence...

Why don't you call me sometime?

Maybe we can go out for a drink.

Love to.

Room one, Chloe.
Standard booking, Bill.

What, Nat? That's his name - Bill?

- What?
- Are you sure that's his name?

No, I'm not sure.
Could be Glady's for all I know.

Yeah, but did he definitely
say that his name was Bill?

Chloe, who gives their right
name in a place like this?

Go, give him a good time,

make him so happy he
forgets what his name is.

It is you.

You did ask for me, didn't you?

Yeah. yeah, I thought I might
have got the name wrong.

- I'm not very good with names.
- Mmm, I noticed.

So are you here with
your clients again?

Uh, no, no, not this time.
I came on my own.

I think I just needeed to
come back here for a minute.

Well, several minutes, obviously.

You enjoyed our chat that much?

Yeah. Free-form conversation
gets me every time.

But I don't actually know
what I'm doing here.

I, uh... I just seem to
have made this booking

probably after a few too many vodkas.

Well, that's not totally true,

'cause I'm here now and I am sober.

Well, sober-ish.

I, um... felt like hiding...

...some place safe.

I just got split up with.

You just split up with your girlfriend?

My wife. Five weeks ago.

The full catastrophe.

Am I a total cliche?

Yep, pretty much.

[ chuckles ]

I'm terrified of sex all of a sudden,

which I never was.

- Come here.
- What are you doing?

I'm going to inspect your penis.

Oh, no, no. I just need to talk.

Shh. You've already talked enough.

[ undoes zipper ]

Whoa.

- What a thing, huh?
- [ laughs ]

Mmm, what a thing.

Mmm.

[ gentle alarm tone ]

- What was that?
- Time's up.

No, that sounded before,
when we were...

- No, it didn't.
- Yes, it did.

- It did not!
- It did!

- It did not!
- You hit the snooze button.

- [ laughs ]
- You did.

- I didn't.
- You hit the snooze button.

[ doorbell rings ]

Hello? Who is it?

Eileen Brankovic.

Tippi's mother.

Oh, right. She's not here right now.

Can I take a message?

Hello?

[ knock on door ]

[ clears throat ]

- Hello.
- Hello.

My name's Eileen. I'm Tippi's mother.

Right. Hi.

The, uh... the front
gate was unlocked.

- Yeah, Tippi's not here right now.
- I just came...

...to get a couple of Tippi's things.

Right. Have you...
have you spoken to Tippi?

Can I come in?

Sure. Come in.

Come in.

[ chuckles nervously ]

This is the apartment.

Yeah, this is it.

Oh, Tippi's room's down there,
third on the left.

You're Melanie.

Yep, that's me.

- Tippi spoke of you.
- Oh. Is that right?

Often.

Well, um...

Can I get you a tea or a coffee?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Tippi's dead.

The police called on Sunday.

The body had no ID.

She... she was found dumped.

She'd been shot.

Right.

They don't even know
why she was there

or who she was with.

My daughter was missing, in trouble,

and I didn't even know.

Did Tippi tell you where she was going?

No. I never ask. I just
assume that she's with friends.

I just...

I just want to know
exactly what happened.

She was shot?

Yeah. Can you make sense of that?

Because I can't.

The police are acting as though
she was some kind of criminal.

Apparently the man she
worked for was murdered.

I heard something about that.

Tippi had a scrapbook -

photos and things from her childhood.

I'd like to have it, if I can.
Perhaps it's here somewhere.

Of course you can.

Uh, it's probably in her bedroom.

I can't.

I can't go in there.

I just can't.

Well, soon you can eat
all the ice-cream you want.

Mm-hm.

- And I will.
- [ laughs ]

I'm gonna have ice-cream
for breakfast and dinner,

maybe even lunch.

Good.

Then you'll get back from
touring and you'll be fat

from all that beer and
all that ice-cream.

Mmm, beer and ice-cream.

Hey. Hello.

Hi.

Are you stalking me or something?

[ laughs ] Yeah, it looks that way.

- I'm Bill.
- Josh.

- So, uh, Karen...
- Chloe.

Nice day for ice-cream.

Yeah. And jogging.

- Mm-hm.
- [ chuckles ]

- I'll leave you to it.
- See ya.

- See ya.
- 'Bye.

Who's that?

Oh, a guy who's moved into the area.

I dropped my purse the other
day in a shop, he picked it up.

It's a friendly neighbourhood.

Yeah, it is.

Hmm. So he's not a client?

No.

He didn't look like a client.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Just doesn't look like a client.

Oi.

I'm not gonna tell the girls.
Not today.

Yeah.

They're gonna fall to pieces, so
I'm gonna have to close up the place.

Nat, they're gonna find out.

I know. I know.

- You should tell them.
- What?

It's better coming from you.

I'm no good at this sort of stuff.

So practise.

It makes more sense coming from you.

No, Nat. Jesus, you're the boss now.

Deal with it.

- Frickin' Josh.
- I know.

You know about Tippi and Josh?

Oh, I practically had a
box seat to the fiasco.

Let's talk about this later.

Let's not talk about it ever again.

It was Serbian and she was
a champion pole-dancer.

Sounds boring.

Guys, it's Tippi.

What about her?

She's...

...she's dead.

She was shot a couple of
days ago, apparently.

HEATHER: Holy fuck.

[ knock on door, door opens ]

Hey, Nat.

I'm just here to pick up my money.

What? Your money?

Yeah - wiring money.

You mean bloody money.

MEL: I met her at the football.

- You were at the footy?
- With a client, thank you.

Tippi was there with some guy
of other who'd dragged her along.

I don't know. We started talking.

As you do.

Yeah, it was that or
watch the stupid game.

And somehow she just moved in.

What, just like that?

Just woke up one morning
and she'd moved in with me.

Yeah, well, some people are like that.

You can't keep the, out
with a drawbridge and a moat.

Mmm, tell me about it.

- [ laughs ] What?
- Nothing.

There's nothing I can do to talk
you out of doing this, is there?

You haven't let me astray, Mel.
Done it all on my own.

Yeah, I know.

Big enough and ugly enough
to take care of yourself.

- You'd better be careful, though.
- Why?

Tippi, Nick - I'm gathering ghosts.

Come here.

[ mobile phone rings ]

- Hello?
- NAT: Zoron?

Tell me what happened to Tippi.

Who is this?

I'm from 232.

I don't understand it.

I just don't understand.

Me neither.

[ sobs ] It's not fair.

Oh, God.

Oh, Melanie.

- This is a surprise.
- I found Tippi's book.

Oh, you didn't have to
bring it all this way.

I was in the area. It was no trouble.

- Would you like to drink?
- No, I really shouldn't.

No, really. Stay a while. Please?

This is Greg, my husband.

Nice to meet you.

Malanie lived with Tippi.

- Oh, you're Mel. That Mel.
- Oh, I guess so.

Please, come through. No, come on.

I don't want to impose. Thanks.

- Did you work with Tippi?
- No.

But you know what she did for a living?

I did.

We knew from quite early
on what Tippi did.

She was always very honest
with us, wasn't she?

Yeah.
She was too honest sometimes.

She'd come home from school,

she'd tell you stuff
you don't want to hear.

That sounds like Tip.

Yeah, it's the sort of person she was.

She was honest, she was open.
She'd give you everything.

She'd bloody give you
everything she had.

And so when's the funeral?

Um, we're not exactly sure.

It'll be a memorial service -
private, mostly family.

I'll send some flowers.

You can bring them.

I mean, I'm inviting you.

You were her best friend.

You know, she had
lots of friends at work.

Perhaps you could tell us about them.

I'd really like you to say
something at the service.

You want me to give a speech?
Oh, I couldn't possibly do that.

Please. You knew her.

I don't judge her for what she did.

It's just that I hate the
thought that other people will.

It makes me so bloody mad.

They haven't got the
brain to understand.

I talked to Tippi about her work,

and I said to her on several occasions,

"So long as you're not in danger.

"So long as you're safe."

"So long as it's what you want to do.

"If it's what you want,
what you really want,

"then you bloody do it."

Sounds really...

"Do you think I'm gonna
stop loving you?"

- Nothing went the way we planned.
- Nothing.

Well...

Mel, uh, what do you do?

- Sorry?
- What do you do for employment?

I'm an escort.

Is that how she got her start?

Is that how she got her start, from you?

Yes, I got her her first job.

What, you're completely
comfortable with that, are you?

That information?

That sequence of events,
whatever you want to call it?

I didn't come here out of guilt.

I just wanted to bring
you her special book.

Well, I've had regular clients before,

but this is pretty regular.

Yeah.

Um, I don't mean to freak
you out or anything,

but, um, the other day...

Um, I mean, is that
how it is all the time?

I just want to... I just want to know

if all the guys who come
here think like that.

Like what?

Like... it was really good.

Really good.

I was married to a woman for 12 years

whose every fibre I loved.

But I've never had
sex like that before -

with a stranger, condom,
paying for it.

And call me old-fashioned,

but I also think it's a
little weird and fucked up.

Listen, Bill, I'm sorry, but I really
have to move things along today.

Yeah. OK. Sorry.

Let's just do the little health check
and we'll take it from there, OK?

You know, we don't have to...

Bill, just please try and relax, OK?

Has something happened?

One of the girls who works
here had a bad accident.

And, uh, she's good
friend of yours, yeah?

Yeah.

- Well, um, look...
- No, listen, it's fine.

- I'm OK, really.
- No, you're not.

- You're not.
- I am.

You're just trying to be professional

and you don't have to be
professional, not with me.

Let's go some place, away from here.

I can't. I've got to finish my shift.

I know about coffee.

- What?
- Coffee.

I've got a lot of it - different kinds,

from all over the world, and, um...

Hey, I'm not very articulate,

but sometimes the smell of coffee,
just the aroma of it,

can make you feel better,
about everything.

[ whispers ] Come on. Let's just go.

Take a break.

OK.

Try this one.

- Mmm.
- Smell that volcano, baby.

- [ chuckles ] Which one's that one?
- That's the Guatemalan.

We're talking high altitude,

talking lush volcanic mountains.

Mmm, I know. I've had my
eye on that area for years.

[ chuckles ]

No, I still think I like
the other one better.

- Which - the Colombian?
- No, that one.

- Oh, the first one?
- Yeah.

The Yemeni. The mocha.

Yeah, that one. [ chuckles ]

Did, uh... did Tulip drink coffee?

- Who?
- Your friend.

[ laughs ] Tippi.

Sorry.

No.

She wasn't one for too many stimulants.

Don't think she really needed them.

That's a gift, that is.

Yeah, it is.

What a thing, huh?

Yeah, what a thing.

I'm glad I called you.

I'm glad I asked you to call me.

You are gorgeous.
Let's get out of here.

Ooh, not so fast.

On what terms?

I don't know.
What terms do you want?

I want more than just sex.

We could have a drink as well.

I'm serious.

I just put my kids through
a very messy divorce.

I'm not about to drag them
through a public scandal.

I wasn't planning on calling the papers.

Don't you have too much to lose?

Yeah, I do.

You're a very public person, Terry.

How discreet can you be?

Completely and utterly. You?

Let's talk about it upstairs.

Tippi was my friend.

[ whispers ] Best.

Tippi was my best friend

and my housemate,
constant source of energy

and fun and...

[ groans ] Crap.

Sounded good. Keep going.

I'd lose the 'crap' part, though.

- I can't do this.
- Yes, you can.

No, I can't. I'm not a speechwriter.
It's not me.

Just pretend it's you and Tippi
and there's no-one else there,

it's just the two of you.

If it was just me and Tippi

we wouldn't be talking about this stuff.

We'd be talking about shoes
and movies and stuff.

Well, write a speech about that.

Oh, yeah, that'd go down
really well with her family.

Why do you care what
they think so much?

- Because...
- Because why?

Because it's the least I can do.

They've got every right
to resent me, to hate me.

Instead they're saying,
"Come on, join in.

"Be a part of this whole thing.
Be included."

Yeah, they're treating you
like a normal person.

You're grateful for it.

Why don't you run along, Sean?

Go and pleasure a businesswoman.

I'm just saying, Mel,
I'm not used to seeing you grateful.

All I'm saying is can you
please let me write my speech?

OK, I'm going.

- Thank you.
- I'm gone.

Good.

Tippi was a good person.

Tippi was...

...Tippi.

[ phone rings ]

[ sighs ]

Terence. Hi.

I'm lying here thinking about you.

You're not cancelling tonight, are you?

You're where?

Shit!

[ sighs ] Shit, shit, shit!

Hello, you.

You're not here to ravage me,
are you?

Fiona and I made a deal.

She stayed on the condition
that I wouldn't wander again.

You broke that deal.

Fiona doesn't know that.

So maybe what she doesn't
know won't hurt her.

So where's my reward?

I did the right thing.
Where's my bloody reward?

I think it's the absence of guilt
tonight when you close your eyes.

Then there's the fact that maybe...

...it isn't the right thing to do.

That maybe the world's so
screwed up because...

...we run around denying
ourselves any sort of pleasure.

Because someone said it
was the wrong thing to do.

[ whispers ] Come on, Terry.

We were great together.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

I'd better go,
before I screw up everything.

- I'm Zoron.
- I know.

Well, at least you came in here.

I just want you to know
I didn't leave her like that.

Who was responsible?

- You don't want to know.
- I want to know, very much.

- Did you go to the police?
- These people will kill you too.

Oh, we'll just have to
deal with it differently.

Won't we?

There you go.

I wasn't expecting to
see you till the weekend.

Yes, I know.

I... I wanted to talk
to you before then.

Good. I've been working
on this - the speech.

I've got to tell you,
I'm a lousy speechwriter.

Mel, Greg and I, we'd like to
clear out Tippi's room for you.

OK. There's no rush.

We'd like to do it now, if we could.

We've got a truck on loan.

Oh, sure, OK.

Um, I can give you a hand, actually.

Oh, no, no, no.

You don't have to do that.

In fact... I was hoping we could
do it while you're not here.

I mean, while you're out.

OK.

You're not disturbing me,
if that's what you're worried about.

It's easier for us if... you're not here.

Right.

And is that because I might
be in the way physically, or...

...or would I be in the way... morally?

Psychosexually?

Mel, look, I'm sorry.

Greg... he's trying to
come to terms with it.

So I'm in Greg's way. I see.

You have to understand
he lost a daughter.

Yeah, I know.

I do, I get it.

I'll go out for a few hours.

What time?

Hmm?

What time can I tell him?

Oh. Uh... any time.

Now. I'll go now, yeah.

It doesn't have to be right this minute.

Yeah, no, it does.

You need to do this.

I really appreciate what
you're doing, I really do.

Um...

Is this liable to impact
on my performance

at the annual prize-giving?

The memorial service.

'Cause I get the feeling

that you might want to do
that one by yourself too.

[ sighs ] It's not you, Mel.

It's not anything you've done.

"It's not you, it's me."

Yeah, I get it.

Oh, look, I'm terrible
at funerals anyway.

I'm hapy not to go.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You've got plenty to worry about.

[ clears throat ] I'll see you.

SONG: # I sit by my window #

# With everything I've done #

# Doors that I've opened #

# And webs that I've spun #

# And the candle beside
me burns to the left #

# And the rain on the clay
sends the lizard to its nest #

# Will there be a time when
I would hold you again? #

# With my arms spread out #

# On my chest you will rest #

# And I'll write you a letter #

# With I everything I know #

# About the weight of the world
and the way things could go #

# So give up, my friend #

# Step back again #

# For some things will be given #

# For some you'll have to bend #

# You have to bend, my friend #

# To hold on to this #

# For some things will come easy #

# And some will be a test #

# You'll have to bend, mmm... #

MEL: Tippi was my friend.

In fact, she was everyone's friend.

If you weren't charmed by Tippi

and totally swept away
by how much she loved life,

well, check your pulse.

But one thing we didn't
agree on was movies.

She had shit taste in movies.

She cried in 'Mystic River'.

She actually sat through 'Holy Smoke' -

all the way through it.

As a film critic, Tippi sucked,

but she had a good eye for shoes.

And her electric-blue,
soft leather boots

were out of this world.

So, shocking for movies,
great for footwear.

And as a friend...

...well, as a friend she was priceless.

Captioned by Grantman Brown