What was it that September night that sent the Beau brigade into such a spin? There had been many nights before Fathers Day… but none before a filming due to take place on Fathers day.
It was concerning. Beau was at his lovers, Timity’s, who had his kids for the weekend, three of them. Beau had made some dinner, barbecued squid, a few games of hangman, chess later, a bit of TV and a good night was had.
Soon after everyone had gone to bed, the phone rang.
The phone call they received was that someone had invited themselves into the house of the ex wife of Timity’s, Macy and violence had occurred.
Beau picked up the other line to hear what was going on. Some acquaintance of the eldest sons… they had seen each other earlier at the local taverna. Macy wasn’t a big drinker, but was sometimes keen to play the card machines and felt like going out.
At this stage not much was making sense and things weren’t clear.
Timity hung up the phone and drove as fast as he could down to see her. He did still love and have respect for Macy and although everything wasn’t completely rosey between them, they had a solid mutual respect for each other that went beyond them needing to continue to love each other in prescribed ways.
The children were all awake and wanting to know more, none of which Beau really knew either. Things were sketchy, which was the way Beau preferred to see things at this time.
About an hour or so later Timity and Macy returned. The police were on their way. Detectives of course, who would provide assistance.
Beau prepared himself on hearing that Senior Constable Gribble would soon arrive. Beau and Gribble had met before - in the offices. He had those yellow tinted glasses, the ones for dyslexia. "At least he has them", Beau would often say. "Some of the typos you get from undiagnosed alpha and numerical dyslexia from even the constabulary is mind boggling".
He stayed around until the detectives arrived and did what he could.
By now it was about 4am, Beau was meant to be picked up to be on set at 11.00. He knew it was entirely unprofessional to pull out on a film that became directionless and seemingly against what was pitched to him - but he would need time. There was absolutely no way he could do it. Beau demanded to be pulled from the film, his attendance at rehearsals had been shoddy to say the least and after the directors pleas, settled for a compromise to film the next day.
These were extraordinary circumstances and he would need time to recharge… a day would have to do.
This in the immediate time scale seemed like it would be enough, "It would eventually become small and insignificant further along the track" Beau confirmed to himself. He did know in the back of his mind and later realised that he would need at least a week…and there lay the problem, again. Timing.
That’s where Timity was good, his name spelt it. Nearly. He always had a digital clock or watch somewhere nearby . Although he didn’t have a telephone until he was 21, was diagnosed with peti-mal epilepsy at about 7 and still had something else un-diagnosed from something that happened to him when he was 14 (his hands shook a lot when he got nervous and his eyes darted).
Beau had been in a similar predicament at one point but decided it was easier to diagnose himself. Some would say, a smart thing to do…others idiotic. This is what the time was for he thought. "Yes and No" barked others. So Beau eventually stopped listening.
A few days earlier, he had been given some wand, "See! Darlings it’s cedar" Beau blurted… "Just what the doctor ordered", of course. Only this time, brass tips.
Beau had astutely figured what he knew all along… "We are again dealing with the sort of idiots that basically bash people up"… "with little appropriate consideration for consciousnes" he would also bleat during certain moments of crank.
So, the film? "Curl your toes stuff" was the review Beau’s father gave of the first twenty minutes of it. They didn’t wait for the end to see Beau, Beau demanded that they leave… this time it worked. Shortly followed by a number of others.
‘Yello’ should’ve done the score was what Beau said.
They all knew it would be as bad, possibly worse than what little they had already sat through.
The offender has been sentenced.