All language subtitles for Tim

- Tim (1979)
- IMDB #0080024
- fps = 23.976
- Length = 1:48:21
- First line = 2:58,864 Last line = 1:46:12,575
- Created by DonToribio (Subscence.Com moniker)
- Mine up to 20:28,944 then Subscener Hisami's tacked-on then tweaked.
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- These subs posted FIRST to Subscene June 11, 2014

Oh, damn!

Something the matter?

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

Ah, they're all the same...
useless.

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

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

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

Left young Tim to tidy-up, so if
you want anything, just see him.

Bye now.

Same thing every day, the poor
little bugger always cops all the dirty work.

Hi, Tim.

Throw a hose over Miss Horton's bushes
before you go, will you, dear?

- There's a good boy, right?
- Right-oh, 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'll take care of it.

Well, things to do.
See you.

It's ten minutes to five, eastern standard time.

Now, from the Salzburgen Night Suite,
by Erik Von Ubenhain

It's the Couvert Marie Antoinette.

In this recording the Symphonie Orchestre
of Cinqueux is conducted by the composer.

Hello.

- Thanks so much for doing that, I appreciate it.
- Oh, that's all right.

- Would you like to do some work around the place for me?
- What kind of work?

Well, the garden is 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 back.

Have you?

Well, would you like to do the work or not?

- Favor to do, what, when do you want me to start?
- Tomorrow morning.

All right.
Bye.

- Ah, what's your name?
- Tim.

- Ah, Tim Melville. Bye.
- Goodbye.

- Hi, Boys, everything all right?
- Yes, thanks.

- Yeah?
- Your Fox 2.

He's gonna win.

- Eh, g'day, son.
- You're a shade guilty.

- Get a middy for Tim.
- Another middy for Tim, m'love... make it all around.

- Ya like where you've been?
- Ah, finished that job today, and Harry left us behind to tidy-up.

- You can do with the overtime.
- I got another job, too.

Can I have another one, Dad?

- Well, take it easy, you drink beers like that, you'll get pissed.
- Oh, sorry, I was thirsty... can I?

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

- Lady next door wants me to cut her grass.
- Next door to where?

Next door to where we were today.

And where does she want her grass
cut, Tim? Front, back, or otherwise, eh?

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

- Sorry, Ronald, I was only kiddin'.
- Well, don't.

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

- Did ya?
- Tomorrow morning.

Good, the extra money'll come in handy.

- What sort of lady is she?
- Oh, I duuno, sort of an older lady.

- Lives in a big place.
- One of those.

- Rich, old biddy?
- Oh, I dunno, drives a big car about.

- She's a real nice lady.
- Oh, they're all nice as long as I'll be in it.

Can't you get your mind on something else?

Want another beer?
Good, it's your share.

Another round please, Maud.

Okay.

- Sit here.
- Hi, Mom.

- Hello, Mother.
- Don't "Mother" me!

- Your dinner's ruined.
- Oh, you always say that, Em.

- What's to eat?
- As if you'd know when you're full of beer.

- We only had 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.
- As usual.

Now, get that inta ya.

I like fish and chips.

It wouldn't matter what I gave you, Son, would it?
You'd always say it was your favorite.

Fetch us o' cup 'o tea later,
there's a good movie on the telly,

- I don't want to miss it.
- Yes, Love.

Get your father a glass and an opener.

Good boy.

Who is it?

Me.

Who? Who is it? Who is that?

Me. Tim. Tim Melville.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Do you know what time it is?
- Seven o'clock.

- Do you always start work this early?
- Everyday.

- Monday ta Friday.
- This is Saturday.

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

- Do you think you can manage that?
- No worry, I'm good with machinery.

Well, is there anything else you'll need, Mr. Melville?

You keep on calling me Mr. Melville,

I'm not Mr. Melville, I'm Tim
Melville, my dad's Mr. Melville.

- Well, I'll leave it to you, Tim.
- Right-oh, Missus.

- Please, I'm not Missus, I'm Miss Horton.
- Right-oh, 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 'til it's sweet enough.

Cake?

I like chocolate cake, especially
when it's got lot of cream inside.

- Good book?
- Yes, it's very interesting.

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?

Well, I couldn't learn, so Mom and Dad
didn't make me keep on going.

I'm not a full quid, anyone'll tell ya that.

- How old were you when you left school?
- 'Bout fifteen.

- How old are you now?
- Twenty-four.

Had a birthday last May.

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

I dunno, you sure?

Well, Dad says I should never call older people
anything but Mister or Missus or Miss.

- I'm not that old.
- Ah.

Well...

gotta 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.

I like you.

I really do, well,
better than anyone, except

Mom and Dad and Dawnie,
she's my sister.

Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that.

Think nothing of it.

- That was my special imitation of a kangaroo.
- Oh! That was very good, Tim.

I could tell right away.

I finished out here if you wanna come and
take a look, and then I'll start on the back.

Oh, please don't worry about finishing today,
you can come back next Saturday.

- If your father says it's all right.
- All right, all right, whatever you say.

Well, come inside and wash-up.

- The bathroom's right over there.
- Oh.

Gee, nice house.

Come take a look at the rest of it.

All those books.

This is a nice house.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's my favorite color, blue.

It's very old, it belonged to my mother,
that was her favorite color, too.

Bathroom's right through there,
I left out 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 your mother will know who I am.

Right-oh, thanks, g'bye.

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

- I didn't think you would.
- G'bye, Miss Horton.

Mary!

G'bye, Mary.

G'bye.

Here comes Blockbuster on the outside, it's...

- Hi!
- Hi, Son, wanna beer?

- Wouldn't mind.
- Get another bottle.

...on the outside,
Blockbuster adjusts in front,

Leomodem driving everybody,
splits the line.

Leomodem, Leomodem's in the last
ride, I think, by a nose, by Blockbuster

So...

- how did it go today?
- Real good.

- Mary's nice.
- Mary?

Miss Horton, she told me to call her that.

I didn't know at first, ya know, after all what you said
about what you should call older people and that.

She said it was all right.

It's all right, isn't it?

Well, I suppose so if she said so.

Did she... pay you like she promised?

Twenty dollars.

I'll look after it for you, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

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.

For every cent, make 'em bark.

That looks nice.

Not bad, eh?

- Come out to the patio and we'll 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, thanks.
A favor?

Well, I don't see why not.

You'd like Tim to help you down
at the beach, that'd be all right.

I'm sure Tim won't mind,
he enjoys working for you.

Good, did you want to talk to him?
Just a minute.

Miss Horton wants
to talk to you again.

Hello.

Yeah, that'd 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?
- Naw, 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.
- Aw!

- Take your bag, we're gonna leave the car here.
- Okay.

- Oh, I got it.
- Good.

I have to pick up some things.

- Mr. Thompson, hello.
- Hello, Missus... oh, I've got your order ready.

That'll be 12 dollars 10,
make it 12 dollars even.

This is Tim, Mr. Thompson.

- Hello, son.
- Hi.

We're gonna take the jeep.

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

Well, this is fun.

Sit down or you'll fall out.

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
swim trunks like you said.

- Oh good, you go change and I'll get us 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... 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.

All right, 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 lived here, I'd go to the beach every day.

- It is beautiful, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Where do you want me to put the chair?
- This is fine.

You coming?

Uh...

- I'll check the water.
- Come on, let's go in.

Let me... give it a try.
Wait a minute, I forgot my shoes.

Come on.

Come on.

Go on, it's 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.

All right, I'll go for a dip.

- Are you sure you won't come in?
- Oh, I can't, it's too cold.

- All right, let's go for a run on the beach.
- All right!

Hey, turn your lights out.

Goodbye, Mary, thanks for
taking me to the beach.

- Goodnight, Tim.
- G'bye.

So that's Mary Horton.

Who?

- Tim works for her weekends.
- Ah.

Hey.

Hey.

I think...that's about enough
of that 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.

- All right then, Son.
- Goodnight Mom, goodnight Dad.

Goodnight, Son.

- Goodnight.
- G'night.

- Hello Dawn.
- Oh, g'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?

Ah, yeah, "The Wind in the Willows",
I read it at school.

It's all about animals
who talk like people.

Mary's been teaching me to read,
she says I'm doing real good.

- You want to hear me read something?
- Oh, not now, Tim, I'm a bit tired.

- Tomorrow maybe, heh?
- Alright.

- G'night, Dawnie.
- Goodnight Tim, sleep tight.

Hello, Mom... hello, Dad.

- Oh, showin' it to me.
- Dawnie.

- Just saw the elusive Miss Horton.
- Oh.

Dropping Tim off.

What's she like?

I didn't get much
of a look at her really.

Tim seems pretty wrapped into that.

What he ever amazed at is "Mary this",
"Mary that"... drive ya up the wall.

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

Bought him a book.

Should've been a school teacher.

"The Wind in the Willows"

He told us about it when he came home.
Do ya want a cup o' tea?

- Yeah, I wouldn't mind.
- Want?

Sounds as though you're
a bit jealous of Miss Horton.

Hmm. Jealous? Me?

Well...

the way you're talking, you'd think she was stealing
your little brother away from you or something.

Well, who is she anyway,
we haven't even met her?

Sounds nice enough on the phone.

What does she see in Tim anyhow?

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, Love.
- Oh, thanks, Mom.

Anyway, who were you out 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 for you tonight.

At least he didn't toot 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!?

Oh, Dawnie!

- 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.

You did?

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 Mick�s okay.

He's a bit of a snot, but I'll
soon knock that out of him.

Goodnight, Mom.

- Oh, goodnight Dawnie.
- Goodnight Dawnie.

- Well, what do you think about that?
- I figure it's marvelous.

Well, I'll turn the television off.

Oh, it's hard to believe, she...
I never thought of her... a husband.

She was always too
much for me, that girl.

- Mick, Mick Harrington.
- Mrs. Harrington.

Our Dawnie!

It came as a bit of a
shock to me, I can tell ya.

- I'll give you a hand.
- Ha! No!

Don't you strain yourself,
you get off to bed.

I hope Dawnie isn't
making a mistake.

Oh, she'll be all right.

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

- Seems a bit of a bore to me.
- Oh, Ron! 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?

Oh, what do you say we put
the Marigolds right over there?

Whatever you say.

Well, what do you think?

I dunno... whatever you say.

Tim...

is anything the matter?

No.

You've been so quiet today.

Anything that I've done?

No.

- You been doing any reading lately?
- Mmm.

Would you read for me now?

All right.

It was a warm... day... and...

out... of the hills ran...

ripply... creeks...

of water... ran on the... rocks

in pools where fish

leapt and played

and... a little... boy...

was sitting on...

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

You won't ev... ever 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 there
inside your chest,

like it is now.

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

Well, when it 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 hearts stop.

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,
it 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... you'll be able to see her.

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

- I promise.
- Good.

- Mary.
- What?

Just, that, when 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, it doesn't matter
how big you are, does 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.

Plush looking place isn't it?

We're only gonna have a
drink with the Harringtons.

We're not going to buy the place.

- Well, here we are.
- There you are.

Emily, Ron, I'd like you to meet
my mother and my father, Dick and Vivian.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- How are you?
- How do you do?

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

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

- Long life and happy days.
- Long life and happy days.

- Cheers.
- Mick and Dawnie.

- Thanks.
- To us.

- Well, shall we sit down?
- Yes.

Naturally, Dawn will be married in white,
with at least one attendant?

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

And the men in morning suits, Mr. Melville?

Ron.

What do you think, 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 overexcited.

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

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

Simple?

Yeah, well you see,
Tim's 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?

Damn.

3094208.

Hello, Miss 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 advice 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 bridesmaids's a lot, 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... 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, Miss Horton,
thanks very much.

Goodnight.

Goodbye.

- All right?
- Umm.

They kneel before Thee now,
with the love pure and whole

to ask Thy blessing
on their lives together.

May the light of Thy
wisdom be above them,

Thy love be their strength and stay,

and the spirit of
Christ be their spirit.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Now may God make all grace to abound in 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 Miss Horton, like I told you, a'right?

- See you back home tomorrow night, Son.
- Right-oh, Dad.

Well, how was the wedding?
Were you happy for Dawnie?

Yeah! Mom cried a bit, so did Dad.

I didn't, though, I don't see why
you should cry if you're happy.

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

How is it going?

It's good.

Night-night, Mary.

Goodnight, Tim.

Thanks.

You have a copy of this telex?

Yes.

Problem not this far from solved.

I haven't seen you today,
did you have a good weekend?

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

- Yes.
- Yeah, having 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.

- When?
- Tomorrow morning.

I'll pick you up in a cab, plane leaves at 7.

Hi, Mom!

Ah... postcards for you.

- Miss Horton?
- Mmm.

What she say?

I...

Be back Saturday.

You miss her, don't you?

- I got it, Mom.
- 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, oh, 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.

The 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 laborer, a builder's laborer.

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.

But 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... they sent him off to work.

I'd really like to meet Tim sometime.

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.

- I wonder where Mom is?
- Em, we're home, Love.

Em!

Must be havin' a 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.

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

All right, we'll wait for the ambulance.

Em, 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...

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

I... I'm here, Mom.

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

How do you feel?

Like something the cat dragged in.

Oh Ron, I wet myself,
the chair's soaking.

Back of the purpose chair.

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

Hold on 'til we get
you to the hospital.

- Ron.
- I'm here, Love.

We're at the hospital.
Soon they'll have you fixed up.

- Ron.
- Yes, Love.

Take good care of Tim.

Best thing for Tim.

Dad... Dad!

Is she all right?

We got her here in time.

She's gonna be all right.

Come on Dawnie, sit down.

Take it easy.
You, okay?

Sorry, Ron.

Why did I go to the pub?

I coulda come straight home,
I coulda come straight home for once.

Don't blame yourself, Dad.

But I do.

Tim...

don't worry about Mom,
she's going to be all right.

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, help Dawnie out, Mate.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, son.

- We're going for a walk, huh?
- Uh-mm.

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

But it's gonna be awful hard.

She's really and truly dead?

Yeah, 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.

Miss Horton, it's Ron Melville here.

Sorry for ringing you in 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.

Miss Horton, I know you're real
fond of Tim, well, I was wondering,

Em'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, Miss 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, yeah, sure.

- Someone for you, Ron.
- Oh.

- Oh, Miss Horton?
- Yes, how is 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 and stay for a while.

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

And this is Miss Horton, Tim's friend.

- Hello, Mary.
- Hello.

We're going down to my beach place.

- Hello, Dawnie.
- What the hell are you doing here?

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

I wouldn't be surprised if you've
been having it off 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?

Will you keep out of it, Dad!

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

Well, you must have realized
what people are thinking,

I mean... I mean a middle aged woman
with a young man, it's just, 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 your goat.

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 all right, too, Dad.

You're very, very wrong, my dear.

I'll show you out.

Don't you take no
notice of them, Miss 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 to her 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, in whose comforting 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.

and 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 on the go 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.

All right.

But you haven't been
your usual self all week.

- Sorry about that.
- Thank you.

We've known each other...

well it's... a pretty long time, isn't it.

Do you realize 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'd 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, will 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 all right.

But I thought you
might look at this.

It's all the stuff I
was telling you about,

my 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 runnin' down like a clockwork monkey.

Runnin' 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 mightn't've let it go on as long 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! Hug him!
You're always doing that!

What the hell's 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'd happen, I knew it.

Oh Tim...

- how can I ever stop liking you?
- Well, 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'd miss you if you died.

Oh, 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... 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 so 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.

I stopped thinking of myself
as being married for so long, I...

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,

but 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
three 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 there?

Ah, this is Mrs. Melville.

I'm sorry to disturb you
Mrs. Melville, to ring you like this, but

my wife and I are neighbors of Ron Melville.

We hadn't seen him about his
place over the past few days so,

this morning I went across and knocked on his door...

Could you come up right away and
make the necessary arrangements?

Yes.
We'll be there.

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, what've you done?

Dawnie, you dunno...

I never want to
see that woman again.

Don't say that, Dawnie.

Look, I feel sorry for you,
I really do, Tim, but...

- But... it's different?
- What's different?

Me!
I'm different!

I'm married, Mary's 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, please.

Oh, Tim.

Everything's gonna be all right?

Yeah, of course it is.

Come on, Love.

See you later, Tim, Mary.

Bye.