Morsel #125a.

INT. STOCK PATIO - DAY

DORIS RITCHIE, 63, and HELEN RITCHIE, 38, sit at a ratty outdoor table. Helen knits. They answer questions from an off-screen interviewer. Behind them, through the latticework, we see kids playing on the street.

DORIS

I’m so proud of him. For him, I mean. And
I’ll tell you right now: Harold Holt won’t just
be another, y’know, humdrum Australian
Prime Minister. He'll make history. Just watch.

HELEN
She says that about everyone.

DORIS
Pfft. Not you.

HELEN
(hurt but trying to hide it)
Ha. Yeah. Whatever.
(to interviewer)
I might have been young, but I remember him
as a snob. Certainly not history-making material.

DORIS
Helen, you wouldn’t know a history-
maker... from a goddamned pacemaker!

Doris feels a pang, reaches reflexively for her heart. The kids are making a racket. Gingerly, Doris gets to her feet and leaves. Helen watches her go.

HELEN
I guess it all depends on how you look at it.

Lately it's been images, moving and not moving.

U. Who did these? Pointy little gothic things. Goblins, maybe. I don't get it.

I. Some Polish maestro. Reminds me of Derby. Torch-lit reading beneath the covers, waiting for the drunkards over the street to finally keel over.

U. Yeah, those hoodlums. There was that one time they broke in through your window. You had nightmares for years... oh, wait, now I get it.





ADD: Curtin graduate film screenings, 6.00pm @ Astor, Mt Lawley, this Monday. Gold coin donation. There is one in particular -- Welcome to Pipe Mountain -- which... well, oui, you have NO inkling of just how good.