Rip Tide Page #4
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the kit, you, our contracts.
- And what did you say?
- She said yes.
Owen's your father now.
I said no.
Cora, did you want to, you know,
check out the rock pools?
You used to love them
when you were a kid.
Oh, uh, thank you,
but I should actually
really check in back home.
Um, what's your Wi-Fi?
What?
Margot doesn't
have the Internet.
Doesn't have the Internet?
Like, i-is that 'cause you
call it something else...
Kangaroo line or something?
No, I'm just not great
with things like that.
Things like the 21st century?
It's nice not having
to be connected
to the rest of the world
when I'm at home.
It helps my Zen.
Zen?
But Tom set up Wi-Fi
at Blue Soul,
so you can, you know, pop down
there whenever you like.
Great. Yeah.
Uh, I'll just... I'll go change.
Are you gonna get changed, too?
'Cause I'm just gonna wear this.
Popping candy?
Every time I eat them, I just...
in suits in a boardroom
surrounded by takeaway boxes.
They're tired,
but then this one guy
slams his hand on the desk,
and he says, "I got it!
A candy that when you eat it
makes the sound
of frying onions!"
Then the other guys
are like, "Wow!
Yes! Good idea, Steve!"
Oh, I just... just
love popping candy.
So, who are you talking to?
I'm not talking to anyone.
Margot says you're
a bit of a fashionista.
Yeah, yeah,
I'm a model, actually.
Sweet.
I know a guy in New York.
His name's Patrick.
You know him?
There are over 8 million
people in New York.
Mm-hmm.
No.
I'll let you get back
to your mates.
Hey, Mom.
on the plane here.
So, um...
I've just been...
I've been feeling...
I just...
Why don't you give me
a call when you get this?
You've reached
New York's premiere
modeling agent.
Please leave a message.
Everything all right?
Yeah. Fine. Just tired.
Max... e-mail...
Is okay with your short list
for Wednesday's job.
- No response.
- Jennifer...
Cellphone voicemail... wants...
- Anything from Cora?
No. Nothing from Cora.
What else?
Dobrovski...
Cellphone text...
"Moved meeting
to Tuesday morning."
You're free.
- Book it in.
What's wrong?
Something's bothering Cora.
I think a code coconut
is in order.
Well...
We'll need helmets.
Chicka was definitely
concussed last time.
Batter up!
- They can't be serious.
- Come on!
- Whoo!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You can't be serious!
Whoa!
What am I supposed to do?
You've got a bat, woman.
Hit it.
It's all right.
We've got helmets on.
Eye on the coconut.
It'll make you feel better.
I promise.
Aim to hit it from underneath.
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