..a novel's being published.
Oh, my gosh, Mon, you've finished a novel!
I did.
So, what about your news?
It's about Tess.
She's coming back.
Long time, no see.
You haven't changed.
Vicki, the wife.
You have a wife?
This book is my fucking life, Andrew.
I can't publish it.
Are you saying this is true?
I am saying that it's based on my life.
[Young Simone] Joey?
I'll always fuckin' hate you for what you did.
Shut your fuckin' mouth.
[Woman] I just came over to cheer up Mon,
but she's not answering her phone.
She went to a party today up in Sydney.
[Simone] I know you think you're above the law,
but I know what you fucking did.
Just some crazy woman, Trev.
[Knocks]
[Airy, unsettling music]
[Birds tweet]
[Brittle piano music]
[Lindy] Good evening, everybody.
I'm Lindy Fletcher
of Fury Press,
and the very proud publisher
of this provocative and absolutely heartbreaking novel,
'One Night'.
[Guests cheer and applaud]
-[Woman] Whoo! -[Guests cheer]
[Lindy] It's a book whose psychological insights
into the hazards of living in a female body
are so honest and revealing...
[Phone rings]
..that the author has felt compelled to hide her identity.
[Phone continues ringing]
Shh!
[Lindy] "What do you remember?"
[Phone continues ringing]
"The past narrows
"like a road winding through acres of darkness.
[Keys jangle]
"Your mind can only hold a fraction of it, just..."
[Simone] "..random spotlit seconds
"across the years.
"So much disappears,
"swallowed whole.
"But that night..."
I don't ever want tonight to end.
[Simone] "..that one night remains."
We're gonna dance and we're gonna swim
and we're gonna watch the sun come up.
[Song] # Citrusy and lemony
# The lights went out on the border town
# And they rock... #
[Driving rock music]
# And they rock... #
-[Indistinct chatter] -[Keys jangle]
[Hat] Excuse me, is the author here?
I've no idea, love.
Right.
Why the fuck are you anonymous?
[Sombre music]
-[Laughter] -[Glass clinks]
Alright, I'm gonna go grab some more stuff.
[Simone] "What do you remember?"
Let's fuckin' party! Who wants some free shots?
Joey, it's so busy out there.
[Rock music plays]
Are they ever not shitfaced?
Occasionally.
"How your sole was always stuck to the beer-splashed floor.
"The sharp smell of her cigarettes in your hair,
"on your pillow at night."
Can we borrow your camera?
"Laughing as she leaned in..."
OK, but look after it.
OK, it's your fault.
"..yelling too loud in your left ear...
"..startling you."
-[Flashbulb pops] -[Hat exhales]
Um, that proof copy is for literary reviewers only.
-Maybe I stole it. -Oh.
Anyway, who are you to care?
I'm an agent.
The author's agent?
I don't see an author here.
There's no author here.
Come on, you don't hide if it's not true.
Anyway, it's fucking astonishing.
She should be proud to show her face.
Well, thank you. I'll tell her.
I'll tell her myself. When I find her.
[Laughs]
Well, you do that.
Trust me, everyone will want to know who she is.
[Softly] Oh, you've got to be fuckin' kidding me.
[Waves crash]
Sorry, can I get this?
[Sales assistant] Thank you.
['Anhedonia' by Chelsea Joy and Emma Ruth Rundle]
# I know it all comes back times three
# That human
# That demon showed me
# So don't come looking
# For me
# I've got my walls up now
# Anhedonia
# Ahh
# Ahh. #
[Simone] "The night that shattered you
"into little pieces
"that will never be put back together again."
['YOUNG GIRLS' BY THE DISTILLERS PLAYS]
-[Grunts] -[Joey] Jeez, Hat!
-[Coins clink] -Sorry.
[Sings along] # We were young girls
# In a small world
-# I'm on your doorstep... # -We're fine!
Buddy, we've managed
way bigger nights than this, OK?
# We were young girls
# In a small world
# I'm on your doorstep, man
# Ringing your bell again
# Ringing your bell again... #
Joey says you give a good massage.
Have to call one in sometime.
[Joey] Lay off her, Trevor.
# Looking for love that never stabbed your heart
# And probably never will
# It's a lie when you are telling the truth
# It's the truth when you are telling a lie
# Spread your legs then get down on your knees
# And pray it never happens again
# We were young... #
[Trevor] I've got the stuff ready for you.
Bring the van around the side. I'll open up the gate.
[Man] Alright.
# ..doorstep, man
# Ringing your bell again
# We were young girls
# In a small world
Uh, this keg's out. I'd better go change it, eh?
-Mine's fine, if you want. -No, no, you're right.
I'll be back in a sec.
[Song continues indistinctly]
[Airy, unsettling music]
-[Woman] Hey, could I get... -Who's next?
-Hey, I was first. -Excuse me.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Woman] Two glasses of chardonnay.
Patrick, with you, here you go.
-Me. -No, it was me.
[Unsettling music]
Hat...
Hat. Seen Tess anywhere?
Fuck.
[Woman] Excuse me.
[Young Simone] Excuse me.
[Patrons clamour]
[Simone] "You remember how, when you open the back door,
"everything slowed.
"And the scene you found there,
"high above the angry ocean,
"was as still and silent
"as a painting you could not decipher.
"Three motionless figures
"looking down on someone
"lying on the bright green plastic grass.
"It is a story you must conjure backwards
"from a handful of seconds
"because you were the only one
"who would ever be able to tell it."
-Oh, for God's... -[Mark mumbles] Hm? What is it?
Simone's fucking book.
What? I didn't think there was a book.
Well, there is.
It's about the night we met.
[Mark] Who, you and Mon?
No. No, us.
[Mark] Come on, Hat. I'm still basically asleep.
The night at the pub?
The assault?
Oh.
[Hat] Yeah, "Oh."
Published it and lied about it.
She's calling herself 'Anonymous'?
Oh, yes, she is anonymous, but we're all in it.
And she's put all this stuff in that's just completely made up.
Yeah, but...
But isn't that what fiction is?
My God, I can't believe she would do this to Tess.
And there are lies from the mouth of the character
who is clearly meant to be me,
saying all this stuff like,
"Oh, she was so drunk.
"I would never get myself in that kind of a situation."
Which makes it seem like I thought it was Tess's fault
when I never, ever said that.
Yeah, well, you kind of did.
Oh, my God, Mark, I did not.
That is such an offensive opinion.
Well, opinions change, and I'm not gonna lie,
you did used to be a bit harsh.
No, I was just boring and sober
because I was the only one who had to work,
I was the only one that had a job.
Nobody is gonna think
that some character in an anonymous novel is you.
She works behind the bar
at a pub that's totally recognisable
as the Calley's pub.
Anyone with half a brain is gonna work this out.
How many clifftop pubs are there on the South Coast?
Mark, it's really fuckin' bad!
Wait.
So I'm in it too?
I am not done with that. Jesus.
-[Rock music plays] -[Pub patrons cheer]
Hat, one of your friends poured a beer over some guy's head.
ÂYeah, yep, yep, OK. -The floor's lethal.
-Yeah. Hey. -Hey.
-So, I'm Mark. -What the hell are you doing?
Look, you've been on your own for 20 minutes now.
What can I help you with?
OK, uh, three gin and tonics,
two vodka oranges
and a vodka soda.
Don't touch the till and don't over-pour.
-My boss will kill you. -OK.
Like, literally.
[Chuckles] OK.
[Pub rock music fades]
-[Sombre music] -[Waves crash]
[Pensive piano music]
[Pages rustle]
[Bird chirps outside]
[Birds squawk]
-[Car door shuts] -[Dogs bark]
What are you doing here, Hat?
At first I was like, "Why would she deny me the pleasure
"of celebrating this momentous event together?"
Why wouldn't you just tell me, even secretly?
Then, of course, I read it.
I understood why you'd have to hide it.
I'm assuming that Tess doesn't know?
Hm, Mon?
Nobody's meant to know.
How could you write about this
without asking us?
And publish it!
I've had to carry what I saw my whole life.
There is no non-partisan presence here today,
but, fortunately,
this conversation is not legally binding.
Please don't be a lawyer right now.
You snooped through my room.
You put me in an impossible position!
You need to tell her.
I do not want this information.
Not only do I resent the implications
that you have made about me,
but worse than that...
What implications?
Things that I would never have said.
-But worse than that, Mon... -Like what?
You have made some extremely incriminating accusations
about the Calleys.
I mean, really dodgy things.
They are dodgy. And I didn't use anyone's name.
[Hat] Oh!
[Reads] "Tony's father
"came from a long line of Scottish criminals.
"He pretended he ruled their coastal town.
"Tony's father died when he was 12.
"Tony's big brother
"made Tony the black sheep of the family.
"Tony didn't want to run the pub.
"He just wanted his mother's love."
That could be half the men in Australia.
We're a continent of unloved black sheep.
You named my character after Joey's real wife.
Fuck's sake, Mon!
You don't think that Bec's gonna read this?
And then, to top it all off,
You accused Joey and Trevor
of being drug dealers who raped your friend
on a patch of astroturf
out the back of their pub!
[Simone] Yes!
[Hat] Look, if you came across
a seemingly dead person,
you'd have to go and check are they alive.
And if I happened to come in and see you beside them,
I'd be obliged to tell the police that I saw you,
but that wouldn't mean that you'd killed them, right?
I knew you'd never believe me.
[Hat] Never believed you?
Or was I just the shit friend
who secretly blamed Tess for being too drunk?
Because I never said that.
That is not how I remember it.
I have always defended Tess.
So you should, because she never got any justice.
-Trevor was sent to prison. -On drug charges.
He was put away. The world is a safer place.
I mean, that's justice!
You and I have a very different concept of justice.
-Very different. -You know what upsets me, Mon?
There are details in here about the pub
that could only come from me.
And I'm a lawyer.
What do you think that's gonna do to my reputation?
How...how do you think Tess is gonna feel?
Tess is not the only one who's been sexually assaulted.
It happened to her. This is her story.
It is also my story.
And other people's.
It happens every day.
And if we dare say a word about it,
everybody blames the woman, so why can't I write about that?
So, you tricked me.
All this time pretending
you weren't writing anything of significance,
and meanwhile you were writing this.
What else would I write about?
This is how I make sense of things.
This is what a writer does.
I'm gonna review my options and get back to you.
[Scoffs]
And do not think
this is a reason not to come this afternoon.
Raf will be devastated if you don't come to his party.
-[Crystals tinkle] -[Birdsong]
[Hat] I shouldn't be long.
They've had their brekkie.
Pearl will want to go play at the beach,
but I've said that you have to play here,
don't you, OK?
-You go play. -Where you going?
I have to go get some stuff for the party.
I saw Tess, by the way.
-You saw Tess? -Yeah, at the cafe.
I was like,
"Who's this sophisticated woman waving at me?"
-How'd she seem? -A bit remote.
But lovely. I invited her to Raf's party.
You invited her to the party? Mum, why did you do that?
Why don't you want me to invite Tess?
Isn't she only down for the weekend?
Maybe I shouldn't have petitioned her so heavily
to come back.
Not getting on?
[Laughs mirthlessly]
We're not sophisticated, are we? We never left.
We're fine.
I just wanted us all to be in the same place again.
And you are.
It's not all on you to take care of everyone.
Mon can look after Tess too.
Mon is too busy destroying everything.
[Laughs] Again?
'Bye.
Hoo-roo.
[Seagulls chatter]
[Children call out faintly]
-[Indistinct chatter] -[Simone] Good God.
[Joey] Righto, let's go.
[Scoffs]
[Hat groans]
[Joey] Oi! Mind your manners!
[Hat] Oh, leave it. It's OK. Go on.
-[Child] Sorry. -[Hat] That's OK.
-Little cunts. -Hey, Pearly...
..take those chippies over to Daddy.
My apologies, Hattie.
Only my husband calls me Hattie.
Righto, Hat.
[Mark] Hey, bubby.
[Simone] Oh, there she is!
-What's with Simone? -What do you mean?
Well, when's she gonna fuck off back to Sydney?
She's looking after her dad.
He's got dementia.
Seems to run in the family.
He's needed looking after for a long time,
and that didn't bring her back.
Why is she really here?
You don't own this place.
[Joey] You used to be the steady, sensible one.
You used to like me, even.
[Ominous music]
Yeah, well, we were kids.
I've got to go.
[Mark] Here, here.
[Hat sighs]
[Simone] Why are you still friends with him?
Oh, am I?
I'm friends with him. OK.
[Mark] What a dickhead.
Should have punched him back in the day.
I don't reckon that would have gone down well for you, Mark.
But I still would have cheered.
[Unsettling music]
[Tess] Hey.
Aren't you coming with us?
[Lily] We're teenagers in search of teenagers.
Yeah, not seven-year-olds.
To be fair, we just saw your friends.
Right. Well, remember we need to pack up after the party.
-[Vicki] Helly, can you... -Can I? OK.
What?
The kids and I were thinking it'd be nice
for you to stay down here for summer
rather than up in Sydney.
I'm not commuting every day, Mum.
I have a lot of early starts.
Anyway, we've rented a house.
But I'd kind of rather be near the beach.
Plenty of beaches in Sydney.
Yeah, but we've have to catch a bus.
50?
The sun knows you're English.
I think there's more of a community here.
Oh, I'll just live by myself, then.
No, stay here, commute with Hat.
-[Scoffs] -[Helen] Alright?
[Tess] Come on. Let's go.
-[Simone] Hold on! -[Hat] Mark.
Why am I doing everything, Mark?
Hey, hey, I've done a million things.
[Hat] Like surf?
Like, heaps.
I detect a distinct lack of data there, mate.
Oh. Want me to cut that?
-Yes, please. -[Mark] Where's the knife?
Ah, Tess.
-[Tess] Hey! -Are those for me?
They are.
I keep hoping I'll run into you at Moore Street.
We don't go there. It's all too much.
[Laughs] There's a lot of linen. I ignore it.
-Hey. -Hey!
I've got something for you.
-Found it. -[Hat] Aw, your mum.
I miss her.
Oh, you three!
When we're all gone, you'll still have each other.
Yep, turned to stone for eternity.
[Camera clicks]
It's good.
-Drink? -You alright?
-Mm. -[Mark] I couldn't tell.
You gotta go again. There's no way. One more time.
-That's silly! -[Mark] That's so close!
Just snap the wrist, let it... Not enough snap, you see?
Yes!
What's happening with your novel, Mon?
Are you still gonna try and get it published?
[Hat sighs]
[Simone] Um...
My agent is encouraging me to write something new.
So you totally chucked it?
-Yeah. -What was it about, your book?
[Helen] Yeah, give us a synopsis.
[Simone] It's about...
It's about two best friends
who fall in love with each other but can't admit it.
[Phone chimes]
I thought you said it was a thriller.
[Simone] It's, um...
..was about many things.
Come on, Mon, we're doing a race now.
-[Simone] What?! -[Raf] You promised.
[Simone] But we're resting, mate!
That's the English rules!
Well, we break all the rules.
It's our motto. What is it we used to say?
Everyone else has the brakes on!
[Raf laughs]
-[Raf] Get back here! -[Simone] No way!
How Mon doesn't just crumple into the ground is beyond me,
and it's an amazing talent, actually.
It's one I do not have.
Do you reckon she's gonna tell Tess?
I hope not.
[Girls laugh]
Come on, come on!
-Wait! -Come on, Hat!
-You guys! Guys! -[Young Tess and Simone laugh]
[Young Hat] Slow down!
I can't keep up!
[Subdued reflective music]
-[Joey] Yeah! Ha-ha! -Whoo!
[Indistinct chatter]
[Gasps]
It's a shark, Mum.
An actual shark.
Ooh, I'm gonna have a look.
[Lily] Coming back?
[Art] I want nothing to do with this macho youth.
[Vicki] I suppose we shouldn't stare.
Lily needs to make some friends.
[Art] I'm not staring. I'm...monitoring.
-Yeah. -[Male teenager] Shit.
[Laughs]
-How are you going? -I'm going good.
Don't look so sorry. Give you something to be sorry about.
-[Laughs] -Hey!
-You can't fucking... -Hey!
[Teens laugh]
[Ominous music]
[Tess] So, where have you been?
What have you been doing all these years?
[Simone] Well, my shittest job
was pots and pans at a hospital dish room.
Mm-hm, mm-hm!
The pots were so deep
my hair would get caught in the gravy skin.
I thought you'd be a roadie for Smashing Pumpkins.
Well, they did ask. I turned them down, though.
[Tess chuckles]
And...
..any relationships?
Uh...
..I prefer to have sex with people I don't care about
whom I never have to see again.
Is that all you want?
There are 42,000 single women in Sydney, Tess.
At a certain point in life,
a person's got to lower her standards.
How'd you meet Vicki, anyway?
At a private equity forum in Geneva.
Ooh, banker magnets!
Picked up a girl once.
Ah. How was that for you?
I liked kissing her.
It wasn't you, though.
Was your book really about that?
It's about you.
About me or about us?
Both.
Was I nice?
Yeah.
Always.
Was I fucked up?
No.
It wasn't true, then.
[Wistful piano music]
[Indistinct chatter in distance]
-[All chatter indistinctly] -[Lily laughs]
I need to check on my family.
[Boy] 'Bye!
[Wistful piano music continues]
[Birds squawk]
[Helen] It's just a rumour at this point.
Have you mentioned it to Tess?
What?
[Helen] Trevor Calley getting early parole.
He's going to be released out into the community.
Alright, butt nuggets, let's go!
[Child replies indistinctly]
What if the cops come?
[Car door opens]
Maybe you should warn Tess and Simone.
Oh, no, it...it's just a rumour at this point.
[Car doors shut]
[Engine starts]
[Unsettling music]
-[Ominous music] -[Handbrake clicks]
[Muffled thumping]
Free shots! Free shots! Free shots! Free shots!
Free shots! Free shots! Free...
Where the fuck are you, Joey? Fuck.
I'll bring her up.
[Young Simone] Where's my bag?
Are you leaving? Is Tess going too?
-[Indistinct chatter] -[Young Hat] Oh, my God. Tess!
-I can take her out. -Just go back to work, Hat.
[Grunts]
Take these.
[Grunts]
I think you'd better go.
-Thanks heaps for helping me. -Are you sure?
Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
Um, I'll see you later.
Oh, fuck. What the fuck are you doing?
What happened?
Trevor found her having sex with some bloke downstairs.
Why the fuck would she go down there?
He went off.
-He's a fuckin' animal. -What bloke?
I should go see if she's OK.
No, you gotta look after these customers.
And tell your friends they shouldn't come here
if they're gonna drink that much.
[Unsettling music]
[Sighs]
-[Exhales] -[Handbrake clicks]
[Keys jangle]
[Seatbelt unbuckles]
[Sighs]
[Opens, then closes door]
[Softly] What am I doing?
-[Hat] Come on. -[Keys jangle]
-Come on! -[Car door opens]
[Car door shuts]
[Ominous music]
[Door closes]
[Ominous music]
[Hat sighs]
[Scottish accent] Look at you, hon.
Hm! Wrinkles and dimples.
Oh, my goodness, Mary.
I didn't think that you were...
Still breathing? Oh, ye wish.
[Joey] Sorry, we're not hiring, love.
And how are you, Mary?
Eh, fucked.
All these government forms.
It's an insult to people's dignity.
Heard you're a company man now.
What?
Hot-shot lawyer, like.
Play golf with the Crown Prosecutor, do you?
I'm in employment law.
I've had three kids in seven years.
I've barely moved on from being a paralegal.
Most days it's just me and the Fair Work Act. [Laughs]
Still, you might help me filling out these tax forms.
-Can Joey give you a hand? -Nah.
He's a numpty.
Nae head for numbers.
We renovated and doubled the profits
in the last 15 years, Mum.
Hey, I was just wondering,
I heard a bit of a rumour Trevor's getting out of prison?
On good behaviour, isn't he?
My wee boy.
Not that he should have been there in the first place,
should he have?
Yeah.
Maybe the polis will leave him alone now.
[Joey] Yeah, but because he's out early,
every gangster south of Sydney's gonna turn up here
thinking that he dobbed on them.
They'll all show up with an axe to grind.
My Trev does nae dob.
[Unsettling music]
Well, I-I wish I could help you with those forms there, Mary.
Ah, got to run.
Ah, ye run, hen. Ye should run fast.
[Keys jangle]
[Lighter flicks]
[Hat] Hi.
Uh...
Are you OK?
Why wouldn't I be?
You've barely given me the time of day for years.
You wouldn't even look me in the eye a few hours ago,
you were barely civil,
and now you're worried about my mental health.
Come on. I'm trying. [Chuckles]
I just... Just asking, hey?
You've always tarred me with the same brush as your friends did.
No. I defended you. And I still defend you.
If that's what you want to call it.
Not that you needed my defence.
You did a fine job of pulling your own strings
with the cops so they never lifted a finger
to find out what happened to Tess.
What happened to Tess
is she had drunken sex with some bloke
in our loading area and passed out.
OK, then, well, why did you never take her side?
She was in no state to consent.
My God, all you cared about was the pub, the family.
-Your pub... -Yeah, my pub.
Why don't you fuck off home to your house husband?
Maybe have a look in the mirror while you're there.
[Softly] Fuck.
-[Ominous music] -[Frogs croak]
[Cicadas chirp]
[Hat sighs]
[Wind chimes jangle in distance]
[Closes diary]
-[Printer whirrs] -[Detective Clemens sighs]
[Clemens reads] "In the matter of Tess Owen,
"the statement made by me, Henrietta Graf,
"accurately sets out the evidence
"which I would be prepared, if necessary,
"to give in court as a witness,
"and make it knowing that,
"if it is tended in evidence,
"I shall be liable to prosecution
"if I have wilfully stated anything
"which I know to be false.'
[Muffled chatter]
[Sombre music]
Double-check it and then sign it.
-[Frogs croak] -[Cicadas drone]
[Unsettling music]
[Wind howls outside]
[Whispers] Fuck.
[Phone line rings]
[Man on phone] Hat. To what do I owe this pleasure?
[Hat] Baris, I wondered how you'd go
getting a novel pulled from the shelves.
I have a claimant, potentially several,
whose reputations have been harmed
by certain statements in it.
[Baris] These claimants, are they recognisable in this novel?
Yes, definitely.
[Baris] And you can also prove
that the statements about them are untrue?
Well, there was insufficient reliable evidence
to charge, so...
[Baris] Hang on, this relates to a crime?
Yeah. A sexual assault.
It was reported, barely investigated,
and summarily dropped.
-How long ago. -20 years.
[Baris] Well, sometimes the mere threat of legal action,
they'll withdraw it at a considerable expense,
even though in many cases
it's just a matter of a few contentious sentences.
Right.
And what if I wanted to pre-empt the situation
so the claimant never even finds out
their reputation's been harmed?
Without consent? Come on, Hat.
Non-starter.
OK.
Thanks, Baris.
[Softly] Fuck.
[Sighs]
[Door hinge squeaks]
[Hat cries]
Mum.
Oh, sweetheart. [Sniffles]
[Mark] Is Mummy OK?
She's doing something with her eyes.
[Mark] Brush your teeth, please.
[Sighs, then sobs]
Hattie?
I feel so old.
[Exhales]
I don't feel any wiser.
In fact, I just feel less wise.
Come here.
-You're just exhausted. -Yeah.
[Sobs]
I see you've chucked Mon's book in the bin.
I think it's best...
..best for everyone involved,
if it just goes under the radar, if it just disappears.
Better I didn't know about it at all.
Much less dangerous.
What do you mean, dangerous?
Oh, God, you were right.
I found my police statement.
I did say all those things. About Tess.
I said she was drunk.
I mean, she was drunk.
-My God, I'm a terrible person. -You're not a terrible person.
You are not a terrible person.
[Sobs] I am, and I'm a bad friend.
[Softly] Hat, Hattie, Hattie, Hattie.
[Sobs]
-What you said... -[Sniffles deeply]
..that should support the case that it was non-consensual.
In law school, they taught us how to discredit a witness,
make it look like she was complicit.
I thought that that was so fucked up.
It turns out that's what I did to Tess.
-Maybe we should move. -Move house?
I-I-I think it's wrong, it's wrong to live as an adult
in the same place that you were a toddler, isn't it, Mark?
Is this some ploy to get me to stop surfing?
I shouldn't even be in this situation.
Just 'cause I had to work since I was 11, and for what?
I'm still living in the same place
with the criminals I went to kindy with.
Hold on, hold on, is this about the book
or is it about Trevor Calley getting back?
Oh!
Hat, if something affects me and the kids,
you need to tell me.
I need to know what we are dealing with.
I'm not even supposed to know what we're dealing...
What are you not telling me?
-Hat. -Leave me alone.
[Hat] Oh!
[Wind chimes tinkles]
[Unsettling music]
[Gentle acoustic guitar plays]
['Love Hate Tattoo' by Cindy Ryan]
# Sticks to you like shame
# Fills you with
# The righteous sound of blame
# It closes down your heart
# Oh, where did this all start?
# Where did this all start?
# I see your words all black and blue
# They fly across the room and land on me from you
# A twisted kind of new love/hate tattoo
# They land on my skin
# They find their way in
# I know now... #
[Young Hat] What if the cops come?
They won't.
What if they do anyway?
Tell 'em we're fishing.
They're idiots.
They don't pay attention and they don't know shit.
[Clemens] Double-check it and then sign it.
# As you disappear
# On your way out of here
# On your way out of here... #
[Car door slams]
Alright, my number's in it.
If you get scared, just ring me.
It'll be alright.
# I see your words all black and blue... #
Hey, I don't like this any more than you do.
So why do we have to do it?
-[Trevor bangs on bonnet] -# And land on me from you
# A twisted kind of new love/hate tattoo
# They land on my skin
# They find their way in
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la, la...
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la-la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la-la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la-la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la
-# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh -# La, la, la-la
# I'm losing you
# Yeah
# I'm losing you
# Losing you
# Oooh, ooh
# La, la, la, la
-# La, la, la-la... # -[Song fades]
[Seagulls squawk]
-[Knock at door] -Mum?
Pause it for a sec.
You can't do it yourself?
Well, she has it now.
You need to go closer, otherwise it doesn't work, Mum.
Really.
I don't mind. I need the exercise.
Can you get the door while you're at it?
What... Can't we keep watching?
In Australia, we go with the flow, darling.
Yeah, well, notify me when the flow begins.
-It's for you, babe. -Oh, thank you.
[Indistinct dialogue on television]
It's Tess.
Right?
[Unsettling music]
['Anhedonia' by Chelsea Joy and Emma Ruth Rundle]
# So don't come looking for me
# I've got my walls up now
# Protect myself like a fortress
# And I'm on my own now
# Anhedonia
# Anhed... #