All language subtitles for tm2345

Oh! Dang!

Something the matter?

Oh my gardener hasn't been
here for a month, now he
can't come for another week.

Aren't they all the same.
Useless!

Oh look! I'm sorry about all
the dust all over your bushes.

But the builder has just
finished my new driveway today.

But the builder has just
finished my new driveway today.
Thank heavens.
I never saw such a mess.

Thank heavens.
I never saw such a mess.

Oh, we're off now Mrs Parker.
Hope you're happy with the job.

Let young Tim to tidy
up. So if you want
anything, just tell him.

Bye now.

Same thing everyday. The
poor little bugger always
gets all the dirty work.

Hi Tim!

Throw the hose over Ms
Horton's bushes before
you go, will you dear?

- That's a good boy. Right?
- Right on Mrs Parker.

Good looking isn't he?

Not over bright, mind you.
But a nice kid.

You must have seen
him working around here.

No, I haven't.

Ah, of course.

You'd always left for the
office before the builders
got here in the morning.

Oh anyway, sorry about the
dust on your bushes. But
Tim will take care of it.

Well, things to do.
See you.

Hello.

Thanks so much for doing that.
I appreciate it.

Oh, that's alright.

Would you like to do some
work around the place for me?

What kind of work?

Well, the garden's a mess.

The man who usually does it for
me hurt his back or something.

If you could just, tidy
up and cut the grass. I
have a mower in the back.

- Have you? - Would you
like to do the work or not?

Pay me to do or what?
When you want me to start?

- Tomorrow morning.
- Alright. Bye.

- What's your name?
- Tim.

- Ooh! Tim Melville. Bye!
- Goodbye.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Your box too.

- Hi.
- Hi kid.

Another mini for Tim, love.
Oh, make it all around.

You like where you've been?

Oh, finished that job today and
Harry left us behind to tidy up.

It was the overtime.

- Got another job too.
- Yeah.

- Can I have another one, dad?
- Well, take it easy.

You drink fast like
that, you'll get pissed.

Well, sorry.
I was thirsty. Can I?

Oh, in a minute.
Where's the other job?

Lady next door wants
me to cut the grass.

- Next door to where? - Next
door to where we were today.

Now where does she
want the grass cut, Tim?

Front, back or otherwise, heh?

Shut your big trap, Billy.
Tim don't understand
that kind of talk.

- Sorry, well I was only
kidding. - Well, done!

Did you say you'll do the job?
Shut up, or I'll flatten you!

- Did you?
- Tomorrow morning.

Good.
Extra money would come in handy.

- What sort of a lady
is she? - Aw, you know,
sort of an older lady.

- Lives in a big place.
- I know that is.

- Rich old biddy? - I don't
know. Drives a big car back.

She's a real nice lady.

Well, they're all nice
as long as I'll be in it.

Well, they're all nice
as long as I'll be in it.
Can't you get your
mind on something else?

Can't you get your
mind on something else?

Want another beer?
Good a choice you have.

- Gather around, please boys.
- Okay.

Sit here.

Hi mom!

- Hello, mother.
- Don't mother me.

- You dinner is ruined.
- Oh, you're saving him.

- What's to eat? - As if you'd
learn when you pull a beer.

- Yum, you have the usual. -
And that's usually one too many.

It's Friday. What do you
always get on a Friday?

Fish and chips.
As usual.

Now get that in here.

I like fish and chips.

Didn't matter what I
gave you, Tim, would it?

You'd always say
it was your favourite.

Catch up with you later.

There's a good movie on the
telly. Don't want to miss it.

Yes love.

Get your father a glass.
I'm having a drink.

Good boy.

- Who is it?
- Me.

Who? Who is it?
Who is that?

Me. Tim.
Tim Melville.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You know what time it is?
- Hmm. 7 o'clock.

- You always start work
this early? - Every
time. Monday to Friday.

- This is Saturday.
- Hmm.

Oh well. I'll show you
where the mower is.

- You think you can manage
that? - No worries. I'm
good with machineries.

Well, is there anything
else you need, Mr Melville?

You keep on calling me Mr
Melville. I'm not Mr Melville.

I'm Tim Melville.
My dad is Mr Melville.

- Well, I'll leave it to
you, Tim. - Right on, Mrs...

Please. I'm not Mrs,
I'm Miss Horton.

Right on, Miss Horton.
Anything you say.

Tim.
Cup of tea.

Sit down.

- How do you like your tea?
- No milk. Lots of sugar.

Do help yourself.

I just put it in
till it's sweet enough.

- Cake.
- I like chocolate cake.

Especially when it's got
a lot of cream inside.

- Good book?
- Yes. It's very interesting.

- I don't like books much.
- What do you read?

- Don't.
- You don't read anything?

- Can't.
- You can't read?

Or write.

- You went to school?
- Mmm.

But I couldn't learn,
so mom and dad didn't
make me keep on going.

I'm not a full quid,
anyone will tell you that.

- How old were you when you left
school? - Well, about fifteen.

- How old are you now?
- Twenty four.

Had a birthday last month.

- This is good, Miss Horton.
- Please call me Mary.

I don't know.
You sure?

Well, dad says I should never
call older people anything
but Mr or Mrs or Miss.

- I'm not that old.
- Huh.

Well!

Got to get back to work.

If you don't finish up
you can come back another
day. Maybe next Saturday.

Oh, yes, I'd like that.
As long as dad says I can.

Oh, I like you.

That was my special
imitation of a kangaroo.

Oh, that was very good, Tim.
I could tell right away.

Oh, I've finished out
here, if you want to
come and take a look.

And then I'll start on the back.

Oh, please don't worry
about finishing today.

Oh, please don't worry
about finishing today.
You can come back next
Saturday. If your father
says it's alright.

You can come back next
Saturday. If your father
says it's alright.

Alright, alright.
Whatever you say.

Well, come inside and wash up.
Bathroom's right over there.

Gee, nice house.

Come take a look
at the rest of it.

Lots of books.

This is a nice house.

Isn't it beautiful.

It's my favourite colour, blue.

It's very old. It belonged
to my mother. That was
her favourite colour too.

The bathroom's right
through there. I left out
the towel and soap for you.

Well then, thanks.

My name and address are written
on a piece of paper inside.

Would you give this to
your father so that he and
mother will know who I am?

Got that. Thanks.
Goodbye.

- Don't forget to give it
to him. - I never forget
anything when I'm told.

- I didn't think you would.
- Goodbye Miss Horton.

- Mary.
- Goodbye Mary.

- Oh hi!
- Oh hi, son.

- Want a beer?
- Wouldn't mind.

Get another bottle.

- So how did it go today?
- Real good.

- Mary's nice.
- Mary?

Miss Horton.
She told me to call her that.

Miss Horton.
She told me to call her that.
I did not at first, you know,

I did not at first, you know,

after all you said about
what did she call all
the people and all that.

She said it was all right.
All right isn't it?

She said it was all right.
All right isn't it?
Well, it's about
how she said, son.

Well, it's about
how she said, son.

Did she pay you
like she promised?

Twenty dollars.

- I'll look after it
for you, right? - Right.

She wants me to come
again next Saturday, too.

- Didn't you finish?
- No.

Well son, if she's
willing to pay, you can
front up next Saturday.

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.

No we've never met
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.

Heh heh.

I've never been for a
ride on the beach before.

This is 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.

Well, go and take
a look, please.
Please go and take a look.

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.

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.

- 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 family's
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.

- Seems a bit of a pope
to me. - Alright. You
don't even know him.
I saw him when he
came to the door.

I saw him when he
came to the door.

I saw him when he
came to the door.
Bet you never see him drinking
down at the pub with me and Tim.

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've been so quiet today.

Anything that I've done?

No.

- You've been doing any
reading, lately? - Mmm.

Would you read for me now?

Alright.

It was a warm day... and

out of the hills ran

ripply creeks... of water

ran on the rocks

in pools where fish

leapt on by

and a little boy
was sitting on a rock

by the road

which in... in his hand...

What is it?
What's the matter?

Oh!

Oh Tim.

What's making you so unhappy?
Hmm.

- She's going away.
- Who's going away?

Dawnie, she's getting married.

I don't want her to get
married and go away and
live somewhere else.

But that's part of
getting married.

That doesn't mean that
she's not going to love you
as much as she always has.

You wouldn't have to go
away and leave me, will you?

No!

Not unless I die or something.

What's die, Mary?
No one will ever tell me.

Not mom or dad or even Dawnie.
What's die? What's dead?

- Do they mean the same thing?
- In a way.

You see, every moment
of the day and night,

your heart is beating
inside your chest,

like it is now.

- You can almost feel
it, can't you? - Hmm.

Well, when that
does that, you're alive.

Now you've seen things
grow old and wear out,
things that you've used.

Well, people wear out
and their heart stops.

Like a clock that you
can't wind up anymore.

It happens to everybody.

It just happens one day,
and then you're dead.

It's nothing to be afraid of.
Can't hurt you.

- Is it going to happen to us?
- Yes.

I don't want you
to die before I do.

Tim, dying is like saying
goodbye and going away.

It happens to
every single one of us.

- Dawnie's going away.
- That's different.

She's getting married and
you'll be able to see her.

Don't be unhappy
about it, please. Promise.

- I promise.
- Good.

- Anyway.
- What?

Just, I don't want
you to hug me.

Well, when I was a
little kid, when I cried,
mommy used to hug me.

Then when I got bigger,
she didn't hug me
again. But you did.

Well, I just mad at
how people are, that's it.

I like you.

I like you the same as
I like my mom and dad.

- I don't like Dawnie as much
as I like you. - Oh now, Tim.

No, I like you
better than I like Dawnie.

I like you too, Tim.
Very much.

As much you like
your own mom and dad?

I don't have a mom and dad.
They died a long time ago.

Well, here we are.

Here you are.

Emily, Ron.

I'd like you to meet my
mother and my father.

Dick and Vivian.

- How do you do?
- How are you?

- This, of course, is Dawnie.
- Ah, yes.

- This, of course, is Dawnie.
- Ah, yes.
Well, let's drink a toast to
the bride and groom, heh?

Well, let's drink a toast to
the bride and groom, heh?

Long life and happy days.

- Cheers.
- Make a doney.

- Thanks.
- To us.

- Well, shall we sit down?
- Yes.

Naturally your daughter
will be married in white.
With at least one attendant?

- One. Well, she's
gonna have four. - Ooh.

- And the man in morning
suit, Mr Melville? - Ron.

- What do you think, Mr Ron?
- Well, whatever you say.

I'll give you a full list
of all those the groom would
want invited Mrs Melville.

- Oh, call me Em, Emily.
- Oh yes, well. Emily.

Sure, whatever you think.

- I believe that Dawn
has a brother. - Yeah.

That's Tim. But he won't
be coming to the wedding.

Dad, I want Tim to
see me get married.

But Dawnie, you know
Tim don't like crowds.

Dawnie, your dad's right.

You know what Tim is with a lot
of people. He gets over excited.

I didn't realise that Tim
was a mere youngster.

Oh, he's not. He's only
a year younger than
me, but he's simple.

Simple.

Simple.
Yeah, well you see.
Tim is not the full quid.

Yeah, well you see.
Tim is not the full quid.

Well, you know that, Mick?

Yeah, well I didn't really
give it much thought.

Well, we've never
tried to hide it, have we?

Well, no.

Anyway, Tim's my
brother and I love him

and he's coming to my
wedding, and that's that.

More champagne?

3094208.

Hey, hello Ms Morton,
it's me Ron Melville.

Oh, how are you, Mr Melville?

I'm fine thank you.

Sorry to be ringing you
at home. But Em and I need
your advise on something.

Yes.

Our daughter
Dawnie is getting married.

Oh, yes I know.
Congratulations.

Yes, oh thank you.
It's about the wedding.

I'm giving her a big one.
Four bridesmaid sort, you know.

And, well, Em and I would
like Tim at the wedding.

But then there's a
reception afterwards you
see, with all those people,

and Em and I, well, we
don't think he should go.

We don't think he
could handle it.

Listen, why don't you
let him go to the church,

and then I'll pick him up
outside right afterwards

and he can go to my beach place
and stay for the weekend.

Well, thanks Ms Horton.
Thanks very much.

- Goodnight.
- Goodbye.

They kneel before Thee now
with the love pure and whole

They kneel before Thee now
with the love pure and whole
to ask Thy blessing
on their lives together.

to ask Thy blessing
on their lives together.

May the light of Thy
wisdom be above them

and Thy love be
their strength and stay

and the spirit of
Christ be their spirit.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Now may God may hold
grace to abandon you

that ye may abound
onto every good work

and that through
the proving of your faith

men may glorify God.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Dawnie looks like a fairy
princess, doesn't she?

You be sure and wait outside for
Ms Horton, like I told you, huh?

Mmm.

Mmm.
- See you back home tomorrow,
my son. - Right on, dad.

- See you back home tomorrow,
my son. - Right on, dad.

But how was the wedding?

- Were you happy for Dawnie?
- Yeah.

Mom cried a bit, so did dad.

I don't know. I don't see why
you should cry if you're happy.

Someday, I hope you're
so happy that you'll cry.

How is it going?

It's good.

Goodnight, Tim.

Thanks.

- You have a copy of this telex?
- Yes.

Problem not this
far from solved.

I haven't seen you today.
You had a good weekend?

- Went down to the beach.
- You and Tim?

- Yes. - Yeah. Had
been quite a twosome.

- Yes. - They need a
decision right away.

I went out the last time.

I think both of us are
gonna have to go this time.

Tomorrow morning. I'll pick you
up in a cab. Plane leaves at 7.

Hi mom!

Hah! Have some
fresh cards for you.

- Ms Horton?
- Mmm.

- What she say?
- I... I'm...

Be back Saturday.

You miss her, don't you?

- I got it, ma'am.
- Oh, thanks son.

- I have to make a phone call.
- I'll get the bags.

Tim, I'm back.

Fental cantinorirum tepatolin
anticulate degeneration were
just so many words to me.

I was a primary school teacher.

I decided to go to England on
a sabbatical about 8 years ago.

And while there, quite
accidentally, somehow

I got drafted into a school for
mentally retarded youngsters.

It fascinated me from
the very beginning.

When I returned, I
decided that, that was
the work I wanted to do.

So I went back to school
myself to learn how
to teach the children.

Youngsters are taught
many things of course,

more than just
how to read and write.

What's happening out there
is a part of the work of the
creative leisure movement.

They have been rehearsing
a play for a week now.

A very special kind of play.

They've written it themselves.
They've directed it.

They're playing all the parts.
They've made everything for it.

All the costumes
and the bits and pieces.

But the main thing,
is that it's their play.

They're the ones
who've made it happen.

You say you taught Tim to read?

Yes, a little.

And he was pleased about that?

Oh yes. He felt that he
had achieved something
very important.

He's aware of his limits.
Incredible.

But you see, I'm not
sure of what his limits are.

I want to so know
what he's really thinking,

what he's feeling,
how he dreams.

The children will be going
back into school now.

Would you like to see
the rest of the school?

Oh, I'd like very much to.

- What does Tim do for a
living? - He's a labourer.
A builder's labourer.

What are his
mother and father like?

I've never actually met
them. I've only spoken
to them on the phone.

I'm sure they're not well
educated. They love him a lot.

They didn't know what to do
with him when he was a child.

When he couldn't
manage at school, they
sent him off to work.

I'd really like to
meet Tim some time.

I'd think he'd like to meet you.

What's he like? Any
speech abnormality,
any physical deformity?

No.
He's quite handsome, actually.

- Well, where mommy?
- Em, we're home. Em?

She must have go lie down.

Mom?

Dad! In here dad!
Dad!

Oh Jesus!
Oh Jesus Christ.

She's as cold as ice.
Get a cardigan, a
blanket or something.

Hello, Dr Perkins,
it's Ron Melville here.

Hello, Dr Perkins,
it's Ron Melville here.
Doctor Tim, I think
it's her heart. But
she's just lying here.

Doctor Tim, I think
it's her heart. But
she's just lying here.

Alright, we'll wait for him.

Em, it's me, Ron.
Can you hear me?

Em! Em it's Ron.
Can you hear me?

Oh Ron, I'm so
pleased to see you.

Thanks to yer.

- Where's Tim?
- He's here, love.

Mom, I'm here, mom.

Don't worry. The
ambulance is coming to
take you to the hospital.

How do you feel?

Like something that can't...

Oh Ron, I wet the...
chair or something.

Back of a purpose chair.

Oh Em, don't let anything
happen to you love.

Hold on till we get
you to the hospital.

- Ron.
- Yes, love.

Take good care of Tim.

Best thing for Tim.

Dad... dad!

- Is she alright?
- We got her here in time.

She's gonna be alright.

Come on Dawnie, sit down.

Take it easy.
You, okay?

Sorry, pop.

Why did I go to the pub?

Could have come straight
home. I could have come
straight home for once.

- Don't blame yourself, dad.
- But I do.

Tim, don't worry about mom.
She's going to be alright.

But what if mom dies, Dawnie?

Mary told me about dying.
What if mom dies?

Talk to you a moment, Ron.

She's gone, mate.
We did all we could.

Gone?

How am I going
to tell Dawnie and Tim?

Do you want me to?

Could I see her?

- She's gone.
- Oh, Mick!

- Mick, you let Dawnie help me.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, son.

- We go for a walk, huh?
- Uh mm.

Well, she's gone Tim. We got to
learn to get along without her.

But it's gonna be awful hard.

Is she really and truly dead?

Yes, son.
Really and truly.

Mary told me about dying.
I know what dead is.

It's just like saying goodbye
and going away, isn't it?

That's about the size
of it, son... except we
never got to say goodbye.

- Mary Horton. - Ms Horton.
It's Ron Melville here.

Sorry to ring you here
at your office. But my
wife Em died last night.

Well, the early hours
of this morning. Really
it was very sudden.

- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you.

Ms Horton, I know
you're real fond of Tim.

But I was wondering,

Emma's being buried
tomorrow but I don't think
he ought to be there.

I'll come over as soon as I can.
I'll take him down to the beach.

Thanks, Ms Horton,
I appreciate that.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

I'll get it.

- Yes.
- I'm Mary Horton.

Could you please tell
Mr Melville that I'm here?

Oh, yes, sure.

- Someone for you, Ron.
- Oh.

- Oh, Ms Horton?
- Yes, how's Tim?

Oh, he's taking it
all right, I suppose.

Sorry, I rang you at
your office but I didn't
know what else to do.

I'll take him down to the beach.

Perhaps on Sunday you could
come down, stay for a while.

I just might take you up
on that. Come on inside.

- And this is Ms Horton,
Tim's friend. - Hello, Mary.

We're going down
to my beach place.

- Hello Dawnie.
- Hell are you doing here?

- I've come for Tim.
- I can see that.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you've been having
rough with him too.

- For Christ's sake Dawnie...
- Dad, would you shut up.

It's between me and her.

Why couldn't you find yourself
a man instead of my brother?

What in God's name
has got into you?

You keep out of it, Dad.

Like him doing your garden,
you'd be doing his...

Well, you must have realised
what people are thinking,

I mean, a middle aged woman
with a young man, well.

You bloody creep, you
miserable puffed up bastard.

- I ought to knock your
teeth in. - Just hang on Ron.

You just watch it, Mick.
You take it easy, dad.

You don't let him get to you.

I don't know what's
going on here. Can I
go and pack my bag now?

You do that, son.

- Hey, you're a beaut boy.
- You're alright too dad.

You're very, very
wrong, my dear.

I'll show you out.

Don't you take no
notice of them, Ms Horton.

The only one who
matters now is Tim.

The last thing Em said was
do the best thing for Tim,

and I've got to do that because
she ain't here anymore.

Em and me had some
bloody good years together

and I'm going to
remember every one of them.

Maybe Dawnie and Mick
wouldn't understand but uh...

mom would be real disappointed

if I didn't raise a glass or
two every night at the pub.

You know what I mean?

Thanks.

I'm ready.

Yes, Tim.

Well, off you go.

- Bye, dad.
- Bye.

What's the matter with
you, Mary? Are you
laughing or crying?

Well, I don't know.

Eternal God

It has come to think and keeping
there is shelter from the storm.

And in whose mercy and
pity there is shadow
from the heat of life.

Hear now our prayer we
pray Thee for those who
are mourning their dead.

Send Thy pity to
lighten their darkness.

In the sense of Thy
presence and sympathy to
fill their loneliness.

Touch their wounds
with Thy hands of healing,

and help them to be still.
Amen.

Oh, hello, Mary.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You're up mighty early?

Oh, I'm a working lady.
I have to get back to town.

- Tim knows where everything is.
- We'll be fine.

- Good morning.
- Where are you going, Mary?

- The office. - When will
you be back? Tonight?

- No. The weekend.
- Oh.

- I'll see you both, Friday.
- Goodbye.

- Take good care of your dad.
- Oh, I will.

- I'll call you tonight.
- Promise.

Thank God, it's
the end of this week.

Would you like another drink?

I wouldn't mind.

You didn't really tell me
what happened after you
picked Tim up last week.

Oh, nothing really.

- Oh, come on. Something
went on. - No, really.

Alright.

You haven't been
your usual self for a week.

- Sorry about that.
- Thank you.

We have known each other, 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.

I'm back!

- 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,

It's all the stuff I
was telling you about,
the will, bank books,
insurance policies.

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.

- Amen.
- Amen.
Lord, bless us and keep us.

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.