Rip Tide Page #3

- Let's get your luggage.

- Margs.

Margot.

I'm just trying to help you.

Really?

Yeah. Really.

Because I do need help.

I'm overwhelmed.

I got all these surfboards,

and some of them

have a leg rope.

And I know it's called

a leg rope,

but do I put it on my leg

or my ankle?

And wet suits...

I know they get wet,

but sometimes they're dry.

What does it all mean, Owen?

Right.

Okay. I'm done.

Everyone, I tried.

I'm done.

You have a nice visit, Cora.

- Hi.

- You're taller.

See you later, Bee.

I'm sorry, hon.

Just ignore him.

Ignore them both.

A heads up would have been nice.

You don't have a mobile phone.

What was I supposed to do?

Send a pigeon?

I was gonna clean up today.

Oh.

Your place is very Boho-Chic.

It's not bad for

a couple of surfers, I guess.

Your aunt took out

the world championship

the year you were born.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And twice after that.

Margot is a world record holder.

I'm sure her mom has

bored her with that already.

Um, no, actually.

She has not.

I better get going.

This surf festival

is doing my nut.

All those geriatrics

organizing events.

Someone is gonna

pop their clogs.

I'll leave you to it.

Have fun.

- Okay.

Bye.

Uh, what's the festival?

Oh, well, surfing is

a way of life around here,

and this year is 100 years

since Bee's grandmother

paddled out

and surfed with the boys.

Violet was a bit

of a trailblazer.

So they're throwing her a party.

That's pretty cool.

Yeah. It is.

Now, come on.

Let's get you to your room.

Uh, okay.

Nothing much has changed.

Your drawings are

still on the wall.

And I found some of

your kids' books.

I better get that.

Uh, the bathroom

is down the hall.

The blue towels are yours.

Make yourself at home.

Hello?

How are you?

Why are you knocking?

You usually just walk in.

You have a guest.

Well, should I ask what that is?

It's a welcome gift.

You know, the ocean, sunshine,

"Welcome to Australia."

You're gonna give a girl

from New York a dead fish?

Well, now it seems weird.

Oh! You're purdy.

Owen dropped by

this morning.

- Again?

- Uh-huh.

Margot, you have a girl creeping

outside of your bathroom.

Oh, that's Chicka. She popped

in for lunch post-surf.

- 'Sup?

- Cora, this is Chicka,

who thinks my house is a hotel.

I ate your sandwich.

Sorry.

- And this is Tom...

Blue Soul's surf instructor.

- How you going?

- H-How am I going where?

Did you want a coffee?

Yes, please.

Oh. Okay.

Belinda, no, no, no, no, no.

No chickens in the kitchen.

Oh!

Honey, honey.

- Can you...? Thank you.

- N... uh.

- Yeah.

- Okay, it's...

- So, what did Owen want?

- Oh, the usual.

He wants to buy Blue Soul Surf,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes