Why the fuck are you anonymous?
She should be proud to show her face.
I'll tell her.
I'll tell her myself when I find her.
[Hat] Simone's fucking book.
The night? The pub? The assault?
How could you write about this without asking us?
I'm assuming that Tess doesn't know?
[Tess] Was your book really about that?
-It's about you. -About me or about us?
-How you goin'? -I'm going good.
[Joey] What happened to Tess is she had drunken sex
with some bloke in our loading area and passed out.
OK, well, then why did you never take her side?
[Helen] Trevor Calley getting early parole.
He's going to be released out into the community.
[Hat] I found my police statement.
In law school, they taught us how to discredit a witness.
It turns out that's what I did to Tess.
It's Tess, right?
[Airy, unsettling music]
[Muffled voices]
[Frogs croak]
[Leaves rustle]
[Insects chirp]
[Hazy music]
[Muffled voices continue]
[Muted laughter and chatter]
[Frog croaks]
[Indistinct chatter]
[Frog croaks]
[Young Simone] Fuck! Turn that light out.
-Oh! -[Young Hat] It's the sun.
[Simone] Then close the curtains. I can't see.
[Breathes heavily]
Seriously, I can't open my eyes.
[Hat] Did you leave your contacts in?
Oh, shit, I think so. Fuck!
Oh, my God, it's so painful.
Oh, I gotta wee, I gotta wee.
[Simone laughs] OK, OK.
She's gotta wee and she can't see.
My brain feels like it's been torn outta my head.
-[Hat] You were doing shots... -[Simone] Oh, God.
-Keep it. Buy me a new one. -I'm good. I have one over here.
I don't want your spit on my glass.
Oh, you don't kiss people?
-I kiss people. -Yeah?
[Simone] And you dumped a beer on some guy's head.
No, no, no. She kisses me, not you.
Buy me a new beer.
What are you? In primary school?
Mon, forget it. I'll drink it.
I said I'd drink it, Mon! What the fuck?
[Simone] Yeah, Tess kissed some fucking pink golf shirt guy.
Yeah, fuck this.
[Low ominous music]
OK, can someone please grab my contact case from my bag?
[Hat and Simone chatter indistinctly]
[Simone] Oh, my God.
I'm never getting that smashed ever again.
[Hat] You weren't as drunk as Tess.
Joey had to carry her out.
Why are my knickers in your bag?
[Simone] "But when you see her,
"so small and cracked,
"it all comes flooding back."
[Muted audio]
[Young Tess] What happened to me last night?
[Breathlessly] I'm so sorry.
['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. #
Do I know you?
I'm Eden Murray. I'm a journalist.
-I didn't think you'd be here. -Why are you here?
I, um...
I just wanted to say how brave I think you are.
[Scoffs] Really?
And how much I admire you.
For what exactly?
For telling the truth.
The truth about what?
About your rape.
You shouldn't listen to the gossip around here. It's toxic.
It's not gossip.
-I've done my research. -Good for you.
Hey, I...I get why you'd be anonymous.
But I think your book is beautiful.
My book?
'One Night'.
I know you don't want anyone to know that you wrote it, but...
You have the wrong person.
I guess you have to say that,
but as I said, I've done my research.
As I've said, you're barking up the wrong tree.
Please, can I interview you...
I don't write books.
I don't know anyone who writes...
..books.
Whatever it is you want, don't come here again.
Who was that?
A journalist who says I've written a book about myself.
[Insects chirp]
[Vicki] Tess?
[Insects chirp]
[Dark music]
-[Insects chirp] -[Frog croaks]
[People chatter indistinctly]
[Simone] "What do you remember?"
[Dark music continues]
[Muted chatter]
-[Young Hat] When? -They were holding her there.
-She was unconscious. -Where?!
[Simone] "What do you remember?"
[Young Tess] No, I...I...
Tess, we need to ring the police, OK?
It was...it was Joey and Trevor
and that fucking pink golf shirt guy.
[Hat] But when?
[Simone] "What do you remember?"
[Door opens]
-Hey. -Hey.
-[Door shuts] -Oh, God, it's really roasting.
I've chased up the aircon company again.
You can take your jacket off. We're not that stitched up here.
Honestly, I hadn't even noticed.
You can't get the heating off in London.
-It's like I'm at home. -[Chuckles]
Please don't worry about me. I'm very happy with everything.
-You've been amazing. -Oh, thanks.
Uh, you and William have that strategy meeting at 2:00.
And a woman who says she's a journalist
is leaving messages for you.
-Eden Murray. -What messages?
She'd love to facilitate your coming out...
Oh, Jesus.
..and help you tell your very important story.
I'm out! I mean, I've been out for years.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
I mean, that's what they say.
-Do you want me to... -No, just send me her number.
I'll...yeah, I'll manage it.
[Door opens and shuts]
[Low uneasy music]
[Exhales shakily]
[Phone dings]
[Music darkens]
[Simone] Hey.
Sorry. I know this is a weird place to meet.
I just really needed a drink.
I got you a sparkling water.
You hungry?
No, I really don't have very long.
So how's the job? Fancy Barangaroo office.
I'm meeting the regional team later.
Wow.
I figured you were flat out, 'cause I hadn't heard from you.
And I wanted to ring you,
but, you know, I thought you were settling in.
So how's it been living with Helen, with the kids?
How do you think it's going, living with Helen?
[Chuckles] Yeah, she, um...
When were you gonna tell me about this?
I did tell you.
I...I tried to at the beach.
But that's not what this is.
How is it better to take your name off it and lie to me
than just be truthful about it in the first place,
something so personal and private
and fucking awful for me?
I mean, fine if you don't think you need to ask my permission,
but give me the fucking heads-up!
I want you to read it.
That's your first position?
I've no intention of reading it.
Wow. OK.
I just wish you could, because if you'd read it...
I read the first line.
"What do you remember?"
And I thought, "Fuck you."
I wrote it for both of us.
It's so full of love for you.
Do not fucking commodify my rape...
..and call it love.
It's not commodifying!
Look, you're right. I should have warned you.
But we weren't in contact.
Oh, that shouldn't matter!
Send a text. Leave a voicemail.
I mean, isn't this so much harder?
Hat told you, didn't she?
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Everyone fucking knows.
Say you're fucking sorry.
I have had to live with the memory in my head.
-Oh... -And it has haunted me.
I can't listen to this.
No, you didn't have to live down there.
-You just left me. -Stop talking.
I had to live in that town
after you escaped, with everyone knowing.
Just stop talking!
[Bleak, unsettling music]
[High-pitched ringing]
[Breathes shakily]
[Tess stammers]
Get up! It's OK. Wake up.
Help me. Huh?
Help me! Help me!
Stop looking at her! Stop looking at me!
[Breathes shakily]
[Tess] Hi.
[Man] Everybody, I'd like to introduce you
to Tess Owen, the new financial director from London.
[Waves crash]
[Jason] Pretty fucking hectic out there today, hey?
Did Sean bail?
Nah, I thought he was with you guys.
[Boy] Maybe he went and surfed the left.
You seen a little curly-haired fella
getting out of the water by any chance,
kind of short but ugly?
No, just you and your friend.
So what did you think?
About what?
My surfing.
I'll let you know tomorrow.
[Laughs]
Jason! Isn't that Sean's board?
[Sombre music]
[Vicki] Who writes a book about someone else's rape?
I mean, who does that?
She says it's full of love for me.
Give me a fucking break.
-Why isn't this working? -What are you doing?
-Buying all her books. -Online?
Can you go to the bookshop in Thirroul and buy them all?
Just say it's for a book club. We can barbecue them.
The bookshops are just going to order more.
I'm not saying it's a solution, Vic, but what happened to me
shouldn't be in print in the shop down the road
without my permission.
Do you agree with that? So I need to fight it.
And while I get advice on how to do that,
I need not to be seeing them everywhere.
Alright, let's get rid of these, for a start.
She said someone's gone missing at the beach.
-Who are you talking about? -Lily.
She says it's a surfer and now she has to talk to a policeman.
What? What beach is she at?
Thirroul or McCauley's, I'd say, to watch the surfers.
-Should I come with you? -No, no.
You stay here in case I miss her.
And please get rid of those fucking books.
[Helen] We'll take care of them, darling.
[Tess] Right.
[Tess] Fuck!
[Books thud]
[Door shuts in distance]
[Mouths]
[People chatter]
How many surfers did you see out there?
And you could identify Sean amongst...
-[Tess] Lily! Hey! -They were quite far away...
Hey! You can't speak to her without parental consent!
I'm only speaking to her as a witness.
Did you witness anything?
[Officer] A kid's broken board's washed up.
[Lily] I saw him go out there, but he never came back.
Can we contact you in case we have further questions for her?
She's told you everything she knows. Come on.
-I'm sorry, Tess. -It's not your fault.
I wouldn't have answered if he asked anything dodgy.
It might look like paradise, Lil,
but this can be a fucking dangerous place.
I didn't go in the water, I swear. I just wanted a tan.
Well, use fake tan!
-[Helicopter whirrs overhead] -Here. I'm sorry.
[Joey] Mate, I'm sorry.
-What happened? -Oh, sweetheart.
You alright?
[Breathes shakily]
His board washed up... [Continues indistinctly]
Get in the car.
OK.
[Young Simone] ..holding her there, she was unconscious.
-[Young Hat] Where?! -[Locks clicks]
[Tap runs]
[Hat] Guys, let's just wait till we speak to...
-No, I... -[Simone] Tess...
[Gags]
-Maybe we should ring Helen... -I have to...
We need to ring the police.
-Can I ring your mum? -Stop!
[Retches]
Tess...
[Dark music]
[Tess] What the fuck happened?
Who did this?
[Stammers]
Tess! Please wait.
Tess! Tess! Wait!
[Hat] Tess!
[Sombre music]
[Simone] Tess, come on!
[Weeps]
[All gasp]
[Tess sobs]
If he was caught in a fuckin' rip, he wouldn't fuckin' panic.
Maybe he hit his head, mate.
Oh, his poor fuckin' mother.
Oh, I need a drink.
Give me that fuckin' thing.
Right, we'll get you to the pub, Mama.
-Get you a wee whisky. -Make it a big one.
What's that?
A book? [Chuckles] Joined a book club?
[Sombre music continues]
[Simone] "How she lined her eyes..."
"..and then slept in it...
"..called it 'yesterday's black shit'...
"..silver bracelets clanging
"as she applied eyeliner.
"Her shadowed, beautiful eyes
"laughing as she leaned in...
"..startling you.
"You were always so happy to be startled by her."
[Wind blusters]
[Waves crash, bird caws]
Do we ever talk to Lily about what happened?
No, we do not.
Don't you think you should? Let her know what's out there?
She knows what's out there, Mum.
Lily can recite a treatise on consent.
Anyway, you told me. It didn't make a difference.
It's the men you should be blaming, not me!
I'm not blaming you.
I saw him.
Joey Calley.
I don't know if I can stay here.
[Helen] Don't run away again.
Can you tell Vicki I'm going for a drive?
[Brooding music]
The woman I spoke to at the clinic
said the chance of getting any DNA after bathing is...
[Inhales deeply]
..almost nil.
So what? You're saying there's no point?
I'm saying there would be no evidence.
What about the bruises?
Well, if you'd told me last night,
we could've called them then
before she threw herself into the ocean.
We weren't in any state to make decisions.
How would you know, Hat? You didn't get in till 5:00!
My advice, darling,
is take a morning-after pill, get an STD test
and you clock it up to experience.
And don't get so drunk in the future.
Is that what you wish you did?
Well, I'm not you.
[Pensive, melancholy music]
[Young Simone] Um, we're here to report a crime.
[Officer] What kind of crime?
I was...I was raped last night,
but we know who did it.
It was Joey and Trevor Calley at the back of their pub
and, um, another guy we don't know.
Busy night. [Sighs]
Is that what you were wearing?
[Pensive, melancholy music continues]
[People clap]
[Pensive, melancholy music continues]
[Waves crash and echo]
-[Woman] Hey. -Hey.
[Woman exhales] Mm.
That was a beautiful share.
The things you said about exposure
really resonated with me.
No. I'm really struggling with my food at the moment.
Everything to do with my body's really difficult.
I was raped in the middle of the day.
It was so bright.
I couldn't look at myself in the mirror after
without seeing that face.
The flashbacks, they were pretty uncontrollable,
which is what led me to drinking, eating, drinking...
Just obliterate the memory, yeah?
I don't have flashbacks like that.
Hm, because it was so traumatic?
No, because I have no memory of it, any of it.
Only what I was told.
I was so drunk, I blacked out.
Sometimes I'm hit...
..with this feeling of fear,
like I'm being held underwater,
but no actual memory.
Just...the story that I keep telling myself,
but every time I tell it,
I wonder if I'm telling it right.
But it meant I had to drink...
..to feel anything.
And once I stopped that...
I call that healing by primary intention.
You know, think stitches, bandages.
They...they heal fast.
But healing your scars from within,
that's the beauty.
Yeah.
I have pushed it down,
but now it's all coming back up
and I feel like I am furious
for the first time since it happened.
-That's good. -Is it?
Yes.
[Thunder cracks and rumbles]
[Young Simone] I'll just read you one little bit.
"They were looking at something in the grass.
"They were staring at you like you were dead.
"For a second, I thought you were dead."
Go away.
"They were taking turns with you,
"around and around like a merry-go-round.
"One of them had to prop you up
"for the other one because you were so limp."
Please stop.
"They were all laughing at how limp you were."
[Dark music]
[Breathes shakily]
[Tess breathes heavily]
[Dark music builds]
[Gasps]
Go away!
[Birds caw]
Mon's written a book about me.
Yeah, I know.
What, and if I never found out, you'd just keep it to yourself?
No, I've been trying to make her see...
Look, at least she's told you now.
That's a really good first step.
She didn't tell me. I told her.
A journalist knocked on my door.
Oh, fuck. Seriously?
You're a lawyer, Hat. Tell me what I need to do to fight it.
So you've read it?
No, I don't plan on reading it.
I just want to know what my options are
given she stole my story.
Look, it's a mess,
but legally it's not your story.
Because you didn't write it,
there's no breach of copyright.
She didn't ask my permission!
There's no requirement to get your permission
for a work of fiction or non-fiction
that's inspired by you.
What about defamation?
Any lawyer that you speak to is going to ask you to identify
which words specifically you find defamatory.
Well, you've read it, haven't you?
You tell me which words I should find defaming.
Tess, hey, I love you. I want to help you.
I only worry that, if you go down this path,
then you might find that other people
have a stronger case for defamation than you.
What does that even mean?
[Simone] "You watch Bec behind the bar laughing with Tony.
"Tony, trying so hard
"to be a gangster like his dad and brother,
"too weak to ever stand up for himself.
"How can she work for these people?
"You'd burn the whole pub down if you could.
"Tony... Tony... Tony..."
[Low, disquieting music]
[Exhales]
[Water rushes]
[Gasps]
What did you do with those books?
You told me to throw them out.
I need you to read it and tell me
what, if anything, is defamatory.
Uh, OK.
Um...
Here it is.
So you've read it already?
I didn't finish it.
-She's been really clever. -Clever? How?
It's all written in the second person
so sometimes you seems to be...you
and sometimes it seems to be her,
so it's like she saw it, but also was it.
So I don't know. Is that defamatory?
Well, Hat seems to think that the Calleys
have more claim to defamation that I do.
Maybe Hat's not the best person to talk to.
What do you mean?
It seems like...
In the book, like she thought
you put yourself in harm's way,
being drunk and - quote - "not averse to casual sex".
She fucking said that about me?
Well, not Hat, the character.
I'm just telling you what I read.
Well, don't, Vic! I don't want to fucking hear it!
You shouldn't fight in front of your children.
Oh, no, we're not fighting, darling.
Go find a family who don't fight and get back to me.
-Sorry! -Come here. Hey.
You need to let me in.
Trust me, you don't want to be in here.
Is there anything that you have against these men?
You mean besides that they raped me?
And the third guy?
How could I have a motive against him
when I don't even know him?!
But you knew him well enough
to have sex with him?
-Rape. -OK, OK.
How long do you think that it went on...
I said I was raped.
I am asking about duration.
How am I supposed to know an answer to that question?
Because you don't remember the incident you're reporting? Hm?
I mean, given the amount you say you had to drink
before kissing this unidentified man
you have now accused of a rape
that you can't remember...
Just because I kissed him doesn't mean he has permission
to keep going after I passed out!
Yeah, OK, listen.
I...I understand, OK?
I fully understand you.
But you can see why
it is difficult
from my position to...
..to understand whether any sexual assault
actually occurred...
..unless the men admit it,
which I can't see happening.
So...so you're not
gonna do anything?
[Detective sighs and tuts]
We can bring the Calley brothers in for questioning,
and I don't like them either,
but without any evidence...
..I can't see this going very far.
[Sombre music]
So if you do want
to drop the case,
I can make sure that the Calleys
don't ever know that you came in.
No.
No, you don't want to go ahead with it?
No, I'm not gonna drop it.
OK.
[Line rings]
-Hello. Is that Baris? -Speaking.
[Tess] Uh, Hat Graf gave me your number.
Look, would it be possible to meet?
[Vicki] Where did you go?
[Tess] You know, just... just drove around.
Did you go and see Simone?
Why would I go see Simone?
I just needed to be alone, sorting out my options.
Wow!
You think I've been fucking Simone?
I don't feel like you want to be with me right now.
You keep going off on your own.
And you're purging.
Look, I'm just in a really bad fucking place.
I keep seeing myself on the ground,
imagining what they're doing to me and I can't escape.
You're tormenting yourself.
I hate myself for it, but I can't stop.
It's suddenly in my head all the time.
It's like my brain gets some kind of sadistic pleasure
from inventing flashbacks.
Well, maybe you're remembering something.
Why must people assume, because I don't remember it,
there's something wrong with me?
Like...like if it really happened,
it would just be there?
Tess, we uprooted our lives, the kids' lives,
off the back of your very brave decision to come back here.
And I get that... Oh, God.
This book is such a major spanner in the works
and you want to fight it,
but going down this road, it feels like the opposite.
I mean, you're up most nights ruminating.
It's...it's consuming you.
I'm going to the lawyer in the morning with Hat.
You can come if you want.
Alright.
Oh, I don't want to touched right now, Vic.
Sometimes I wonder, do you really love women
or do you just really hate men?
At this moment, I can't feel anything for anyone.
[Thunder cracks and rumbles]
[Rain patters]
[Waves crash]
[Announcer over P.A.] For your safety,
please take extreme care.
Surfaces may be slippery when wet.
-I need to talk to you. -Joey, no, no. I'm running late.
Well, the train's not here, is it?
Who the fuck's calling me
a loser, fuckin' criminal, drug-pushing rapist?
I do not know what you're talking about.
-This fuckin' book. -I really don't know.
-Hey! Stop it! -It's Tess, isn't it?
No. God, no!
I'm no fuckin' numpty, Hat!
She's back, then this gets left on my car?
It's obviously about me.
No, honestly, Tess would never do that.
One - it's Tess. Two - it's Simone.
She never stops saying shit about me,
be thrilled to fuck with me, fuck with my business,
only she doesn't have it in her to do this.
She's usually too pissed to finish a fuckin' sentence.
Three - it's fuckin' you.
There's things in here only you knew,
so either you're dobbing all over the shop
or you fuckin' wrote it yourself.
Keep your voice down, please.
I've gotta go.
You really wanna go casting a light on that time in our lives?
No, I don't, OK?
Why would I dob on myself? I am a lawyer now!
So you fuckin' do know.
Thing is you don't know the half.
Right, well, I don't want to know.
Fuck you!
[Woman] Are you OK?
[Hat] It's fine. Yeah.
[Man] Want me to call someone for you?
Little misunderstanding. [Hat chuckles weakly]
[Phone trills]
Oh...
[Tess exhales sharply]
[Vicki] So I found one thing
in my very non-legal-savvy internet research -
invasion of privacy
in terms of disclosure of private information?
Apparently it's not private information.
Your life?
Apparently it's not my life.
Well, how can that be, Hat?
Baris is going to ask you to identify
any parts of the novel that might be defamatory
and I'm happy to go through that so you don't have to.
Vicki's already read it.
All of it.
Great.
Thanks for that, Vicki.
[Boy 1] I'm gonna fucking miss Sean, hey?
[Boy 2] Top bloke.
[Boy 2] It's so unfair.
[Boy 1] Cheers to Seany.
-[Lily] Cheers. -Cheers to Seany.
Cheers.
[Baris] Nobody needs to know that it's you.
All you have to prove
is that anybody could work out that it is you,
as Hat here has already done.
And this journalist, Eden.
[Baris] We can argue that the author has constructed
a false narrative which misrepresents you, Tess,
whether that's as drunk, unconscious,
as raped even
since we can't know definitively that you were raped...
Wait.
I have to say I wasn't raped?
[Vicki] I don't think he's saying that.
[Tess] Yes, yes, he is.
He's saying it has to be identifiably me...and untrue.
What he means is because the police
dropped it as unfounded...
I am the one who was raped. It's true.
[Baris] In any case, we lodge a concerns notice
under the Defamations Act to the publisher...
At least I know now why the cops dropped it.
Yes, there was insufficient reliable evidence.
No, we were unreliable witnesses, weren't we?
We said things that didn't help my case.
Maybe add to your list that
Hat said I was "not averse to casual sex".
There are things in that novel which I said
and that is not one of them.
How about that I was too drunk?
You were drunk.
You don't think announcing that to the cops
might've had an impact on the outcome?
Didn't you tell them that too?
I'm just asking, Hat, what you thought when you said that.
I thought that it would help
because you were in no position to give consent.
But we didn't use that word then,
so it just seemed that my friends thought I was a slag.
[Hat] No.
The police didn't give a shit about your rape.
[Baris] I just want to clarify...
[Tess] OK.
..if you pursue the book,
it's a civil matter, not a criminal one.
[Augie March] # But for one crowded hour
# You were the only one in the room
# I sailed around all those bumps in the night
# To your beacon in the gloom
# I thought I had found my golden September
# In the middle of that purple June
# But one crowded hour
# Would lead to my wreck and ruin
# Now, I know you like your boys who take their medicine
# From the bowl to their silver spoon
# But I sailed around all those bumps in the night
# To your beacon in the gloom... #
This is my Uncle Joey.
Hi, Uncle Joey.
-Ciggie? -Yeah.
Lily's from London.
That's why she's got a funny accent.
[Both laugh]
[Song continues on stereo]
Uh, that's alright. I quit. Thanks.
Seriously?
Started when I was eight, didn't I?
[Joey] Well, we're Scottish.
Can't tame us. We're like wild fuckin' horses.
[Mary] Fucking gas-bagging.
There's your brother.
[Laughs] Tricked ya, cunt!
You're in a good mood, Mum.
Considering somebody died. [Scoffs]
Where I come from, we put heads in the road to fix potholes.
-Let's go for a walk. -Yeah, OK.
-Thanks. -[Jason] That's alright.
Ooh!
You're pretty now.
-Piss off, Nan. -Thanks.
Joey.
It's time to get him from the station.
OK.
# While I was versing myself
# In the languages they speak in hell
# That night, the silence gave birth to a baby
# They took it away to her silent dismay
# And they raised it to be a lady
# Now she can't keep her mouth shut
# And for one crowded hour
# You were the only one in the room
# And I sailed around all those bumps in the night
# To your beacon... #
[Tess] Is this the place?
[People whoop and chatter]
[Vicki] Art said she was at a wake.
-[Tess] Hey! -[Horn toots]
[Tess] So dangerous!
[Muffled voices]
[Vicki] I hope she's not with this lot.
[Kids chatter and laugh]
-[Dreamy music] -[Frog croaks]
[Insects chirp]
-[Dreamy music continues] -[Frog croaks]
-You alright? -Yeah?
[The Gooch Palms] # Are we wasted?
# Are we...
-# Are we feeling... # -[Chatter and laughter]
['Are We Wasted?' continues indistinctly]
# Are we wasted?
# Laughing at the sky
# It's feeling... #
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Get off me. Where's Jason?
[Boy] Fucked off to meet his dad, but I'm here.
Get off me!
Get the fuck away from her!
I said get the fuck away from her!
-[Laughs] Whey! -What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
[Lily] It's the memorial for Sean.
That doesn't belong to you.
What's your problem? I found it in the rubbish!
-Let's go. -No!
-I'm waiting for Jason! -Have you been drinking?
Oh, my fucking God. I'm a teenager!
Why are you being like this?
We are trying to protect you.
Yeah, well, I have to make my own fucking mistakes, alright?
Ya-hoo! [Laughs]
[Music continues in distance]
[Kids cheer and chatter]
[Crickets chirp]
[Man speaks indistinctly in distance]
-[Car door opens] -[Trevor] Fucking hell!
How the fuck are you going?
-[Jason] How are ya? -Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
You fuckin' got tall. He got fuckin' tall, didn't he?
-[Crickets chirp] -[Frog croaks]
[Chuckles] Fuckin' come here, hey?
Give your dad a hug.
[Breathes heavily]
[Dark, hazy music]
Wait. Tess?
[Faintly] Trevor...
How the fuck...?
[Gasps]
-[Vicki] Hey... -I need to leave.
-We need to go. -[Car starts]
-[Grim music] -[Crickets chirp]
[Thunder cracks and rumbles]
I don't care how many doors you slam.
-You still can't see him! -[Door slams]
You have no idea how fucked up that family is!
[Lily] Jason's not fucked! You're fucked!
-[Vicki gasps] -You can't stop me seeing him!
[Art] Trouble in paradise?
[Vicki] Oh, darling... Sorry.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Dark, hazy music continues]
[Breathes heavily]
[Rain pours]
[Phone trills]
['Anhedonia' by Chelsea Joy and Emma Ruth Rundle]
# No, I can't sleep, baby...
# And waking up is just a dream
# My sadness has lost its cause
# And I'm suffocating
# So don't come looking for me
# Anhedonia
# Ahh
# Hey. #