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♪ Sleepwalk

♪ Instead of dreaming,
I sleepwalk ♪

♪ 'Cause I've lost you

♪ And now what am I to do?

♪ Can't believe
that we're through ♪

♪ Sleep-talk ♪

♪ 'Cause I miss you,
I sleep-talk ♪

♪ While the memory of you
lingers like a song ♪

♪ Darling, I was so wrong ♪

♪ The night
fills my lonely place ♪

♪ I see your face
spin through my brain ♪

♪ I know I want you so ♪

♪ I still... ♪

Go away.

I said fuck off!

Hello?

What?

Look. I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

What for?

I just...
I just really need a lift.

A lift?

A ride in your car,
just into town.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

The weather, it's gone
fucking crazy out there.

Do you know what the time is?

No.

Give me a minute?

And shut the door, please.

Oh, thanks, but I won't stay
or anything.

I just really need a lift
into town.

You're dripping
all over my floor.

Oh, sorry.

What made you come here?

I...don't know.
I just ran.

I'm afraid you've knocked
on the wrong door.

My car's been playing up
the last couple of days.

Oh. Well, um...

are there any buses that run
from here?

Not at 2:00 in the morning.

You've had a big night.

I guess I have.

Sorry for before.

I get kids--

these feral fucking kids in
the park-- knocking on my door

at all hours of the night.

When I finally go to answer it,
there's no one there.

Well, that must be annoying.

They seem to find it funny.

I've never really
gotten the joke.

Why don't you take
that shirt off?

I can throw it on the heater.

Oh, no. That's fine. I wasn't
really planning on staying.

It will only take a minute.

Actually, if you've got
a phone,

then maybe I can just
call the car.

It's no trouble.
Pass it here.

You've been swimming.

Uh, yeah.

Strange time for that,
don't you think?

I was at the beach earlier.
I must have fallen asleep.

I'm always wrong place,
wrong time.

The beach?

You ran here from the beach?

Yeah.

Why don't you sit down
for a minute?

- Oh, no, I really wasn't--
- That's all right. Sit down.

You should give those knuckles a
rest after bashing my door down.

You want tea or something?

No, thanks.

Take a cigarette, though,
if you've got one.

I don't, I'm afraid.

So, it's okay
if I use your phone?

I just need to call the car.

My accommodation
isn't far from here.

I figured you weren't local.

Yeah?

Well, I haven't seen you
around the park.

You're certainly not a resident,
and you're way out of town,

so I assumed you must be lost.

Also,
swimming this time of year?

Don't try to tell me
there's crocodiles.

Crocodiles?

No.

Hypothermia, maybe.

Although I have to admit...

...this thunderstorm is strange.

We normally get them
in the hotter months.

Something about the humidity.

Hmm.

You're old enough, aren't you?

To drink?
Yeah. Of course. Thanks.

I was just really hoping
to make that phone call.

Oh. That's right. Sorry.

For the pay phone.
I don't own a mobile.

Huh.

There's one
at the front of the park.

I can walk you up there
when the weather lets up a bit.

Oh, thanks,
but if you give me directions,

I can just take myself.

I mean, it's a walk.

They actually lock the gates
after 12:00 a.m.,

so no cars
can come through here at night.

The headlights
are at the right height

to cut straight
through the curtains otherwise.

Some of the shadier residents
used to think

they were being raided
by the AFP.

Sounds like you got
some interesting neighbors.

Yeah, that's one way
to describe them.

Paranoid.

Like me, I suppose.

Like everyone who's old enough
to have done things

in their life
to feel paranoid about.

Well...

Thanks heaps for the towel
and the change.

But I should probably
get out of your way.

I don't think you can.

That's what I meant before.
The gate's locked.

I've got a key,
but I would have to go with you.

I'm sure this will all
blow over soon, and then--

I really don't
want to keep you.

I'm sure I'll find a way out.

Sorry.
Of course.

I guess I should wait
for my shirt to dry.

Have you lived here long?

The park?

Long time.

I grew up on the coast,
leaving the city in my 20s.

After I lost my job, I decided
I needed to uproot again,

find somewhere quiet...
and cheap.

We have something in common
then.

What's that?

Unemployment.

Somewhat of a chronic condition
of mine.

Yeah, well, I used to be
an electrician.

I was all right at it, too.

Right up until I stuck
a screwdriver

into a live light socket.

And they fired you for that?

No. No, I quit.

After something like that,

sticking screwdrivers where
they actually belonged felt...

uninspiring.

No one tells you that...

that fear and excitement are
identical emotions.

That's why people
stick forks into toasters.

That's why they jump
out of planes...

snort cocaine... rob banks.

They're convincing themselves
they're about to die...

just to feel awake.

What does that say about humans,
do you think?

How our brains read joy
and danger as the same thing...

...like a population
of fucking moths.

Where are you staying?

My house.
It isn't far from here.

Your house?

Hotel.

Everything's a little far
from here.

You've never been here before?

You're a familiar face.

You're turning blue.
Do you want to take a shower,

go warm up?

Oh, no, really.
That's fine.

Your shirt will be dry
by the time you're out.

I was just really hoping
to call that car.

I'll take you
after this passes over.

You're shaking.

Have a shower.

Phone isn't going anywhere.

Just that first door
on the left.

What?

There's a dry jumper
on the bench here for you.

Your shirt
isn't quite there yet.

You're not cooking for me,
are you?

I wouldn't call
canned soup cooking.

Just something to warm you up
while you wait

for your shirt to dry...

or catch fire,
knowing that heater.

Are you married?

No.

It belonged
to an old girlfriend.

You can keep it if you like.

How about you?

Married? Engaged?

No. Definitely not.

I can barely look after myself

let alone worry
about somebody else.

So, you're a free spirit, then?

Free spirit-- I like that.

It makes all my life fuck-ups
sound pretty.

Hmm.

Is that what
brought you out here?

Out here?

I mean, in general.
Traveling alone seems...

Stupid?

I was going to say lonely.

No, it is stupid.
It's what we all do.

- Who?
- Women like me.

We put ourselves
in dumb situations

and act all shocked
when they don't turn out well.

Sometimes it's like we're drawn
to unhappy endings, you know?

Like a population
of fucking moths.

Do you get lonely,
hiding all the way out here?

Hiding?

What makes you say that?

People move around and say
it's for a quiet neighborhood

or cheaper housing.

But, really, they're always
just outrunning something.

Like mistakes can be dumped
in a donation bin

or buried in a backyard,
and that's that.

But it doesn't matter where you
hide, though, does it?

In the end,

all we get is different-tasting
tap water

and new scenery for our misery.

You know, I have to say,

I'm surprised
by how self-aware you are.

Some women just want to blame
everyone else

for their own bad decisions.

You all right?

Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm... just
a little tired from work.

Work?

Oh, it's my fault.

I shouldn't have
volunteered to look up.

So...
what were you up to tonight?

What do you mean?

I mean, before I got here.

Why weren't you asleep?

I don't sleep much.

Why not?

I don't know.

Doesn't come as easily to me now
as it used to.

When you're younger,
sleep is a good thing.

Your dreams are just
stupid cartoons.

As you get older, that changes.

Your thoughts get stuck, corrupted.

Your mind...

now functions
like a scratch disc

that skips... illogically
jumping backwards and forwards

and only playing back
your least-favorite scenes.

Nights become less
about fantasy, more about fear.

Endlessly light... always uneasy.

Whether before and after
doesn't really matter

because the now is so...
strangely convincing.

So, you then try to avoid
sleep altogether.

That doesn't stop the dreaming.

Everything just becomes
more confused,

more intertwined...

like your thoughts
are leaking into your life.

In the end, you don't want
to be awake or asleep.

Just want to be nothing...

new again...

like a baby.

So you can go back
to the cartoons you watched

when you were young.

Something wrong?

With your food?

Oh, no. It's just...
It's hot.

You said the gates are locked.

If they lock the park up
at night...

how did I get in?

I was going to
ask you the same thing.

Did you tell someone
you were coming here?

Coming here?

You didn't tell anyone
where you were?

No.

Why?

I told you.

Those kids...

...all hours of the night.

How far did you say
the phone is?

Too far in this weather.

Strange, isn't it?

That a sky can be clear
one moment...

so furious the next.

♪ Sleep-ta-a-a-lk ♪

Strange.

A tree branch must have blown
into a power line.

That, or something's flooded.

Either way...

I think we'll be here
for a while.

What do you mean?

If the power's out, it means
the whole park's down,

which means the phone's
probably down, as well.

Not much we can do
if that's the case.

I'd volunteer to go check
the main disconnect outside,

but I'm a bit scared
to put on my boots.

Oh, my God. I'm such an idiot.

I'm-I'm so sorry.
I'll clean it up.

- It's all right.
- I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

I'm just messing with you.

You know, you can leave.

If you want to, you can go.

It really was just soup.

Can we reset
the circuit breaker from inside?

Fuse box.

This is old wiring.

And we can try,
but, like I said...

...I think you'll be here
for a while.

You know, this reminds me
of a time when I was a kid.

The power went off in our shack.

Dad was a vegetable-- stroke.

Mum was... wherever she went.

Dad and I shared a room.

So, all night long
I didn't sleep.

I just laid and listened,

waiting for his
ventilator battery to give out.

Pretty fucking scary as a kid.

Hold this for me.

Can you pass me a screwdriver?

Thanks.

Nothing's blown.

The whole park must be out.

You're bleeding.

What?

Y-your back.

I-I'll go get you something.

I'd like to leave now.

The gate's locked.

I'll find a way out.

Thank you.

I'll take you there
when the weather lets up.

I found a pack of cards.

I thought a game
might help pass the time.

I only know one.
It's called "Bullshit."

You played it?

Did I drop an earring in here?

What?

Did you take my earring?

- None of those are yours.
- Then whose are they?

I think you must be confused.

Why are you looking
through my pills?

I'm just trying to work out
what is actually happening here.

What do you think
is happening here?

I've been with you the whole
time. I haven't taken--

I'd like to leave now.

Let me get my jacket, then.

By myself.

I'll need the key for the door.

Because you locked it,
didn't you?

When you thought
someone else was here?

Do you think
I've locked you in here?

Look.

Thank you so much
for the shower

and the food and whatever,
but...

I wanna go home, yeah?

Home.

What a strange choice of words.

Why?

For a hotel.

So, you're a local,
or you're a tourist.

Which is it?

What have I done
to make you sad?

Nothing.
You haven't done anything.

No, I want to know exactly
where I went wrong.

I couldn't drive you.
Is that it?

- No, that's not it.
- I let you warm up.

I gave you food,

something to drink,
somewhere to stay--

Won't let you guilt me
into staying.

Now let me the fuck out.

Amazing.

You know?

I find it interesting
how you people...

"You people"?

...how you invite yourself
into my life

and then act like
I dragged you here.

Why?
- I just want to--

What makes you so special?

Who the fuck are you, anyway?
Where did you come from?

What are you doing here?
- Just want to get--

What are you
actually doing here tonight?

Can you tell me that?

I just want the fucking key!

It isn't locked.

You can go now.

I'd pour you another drink, but
you haven't touched your first.

I have a nice pair of runners
in the laundry,

if you're looking for somewhere
to dump it.

All right.

Two aces.

One 2.

One 3.

Two 4s.

One 5.

My name's Patrick, by the way.

Two 6s.

You really do look familiar.

You sure
we've never met before?

I don't think so.

I'm sure we all start
to look the same at some point.

- Who does?
- Girls in bars.

I don't follow.

I'm just saying we all start
to blend

into one another at some point.

We're not unique,
like you said before.

We're all just outrunning
something.

I think you said that, actually.

Three 7s.

One 8.

So, what about you?
You outrunning something?

Probably...
in some sense or another.

Nothing illegal,

although I can't
promise the same

for a lot of my neighbors.

Nothing says "I'm in hiding"

more than misspelling
your own fake name.

Really?

"Maria," spelled M-A-R-E-Y-A-H,

lives in the caravan
by the front entrance.

She shares it
with her boyfriend, "Camera,"

which I can only guess
was an attempt

at the name Cameron
or maybe Camaro, like the car.

They also share
the last name "Park,"

which I'm pretty sure
they borrowed from the sign

on the way down here.

One 9.

So, how about you?

What are you hiding from?

Well, I'm not a criminal,
if that's what you're asking.

Uh...

Reality, probably.

Parts of myself I can't stand.

Hence, why I was five tequilas
deep at the pub

before the rain hit.

Drink anymore, I'll probably
misspell my own name, too.

I thought you said
you were at the beach.

Sorry?

You said you fell asleep at
the beach before you ran here.

Well, I did. I-I was.

One 10.
- Bullshit.

Well...
you won't trust me now.

Oh, we're even then.

How do you mean?

I lied.

I don't think you're supposed
to tell me.

That jumper you're wearing?

I told you an old girlfriend
left it, but...

It actually belonged to my wife.

We met inside a petrol station.

Not the most romantic story,
I know, but...

I was walking in
to pay for my petrol.

I just see this mess...

all hair and mascara,
sitting by the door.

She was completely pissed...

all by herself,
crying and shivering.

She asked me
for a packet of chips.

At first I thought
she was homeless, but...

No.

Her clothes were clean,
and her hair was...

...so pretty.

Long, dark hair.

She'd offended the guy
behind the counter somehow.

He wouldn't serve her.

So, I went inside,
paid for my petrol.

Came outside with two packets
of chips and a bottle of Coke.

When she saw me,
it was like I was...

Father Christmas, yeah?

We sat outside the
petrol station and ate together,

until the attendant told us off.

The cheapest and most successful
first date I've ever had.

It's funny the things
that draw you to a person.

For me, it wasn't the looks.
It was...

well, that she was alone.

It's a rare thing to see
beautiful people

by themselves like that.

The world normally suffocates
them with loud friends

and followers,
always swarming and fussing.

But she was alone...

...oblivious to the rarity
that she is.

Was.

Oh, shit. Sorry.
I'll take this off.

No, no.

I like to keep her things
around the home still.

Little reminders, you know?

Sad, fucking, horrible reminders
I can't stand to look at.

I just haven't seen someone
in that jumper since her.

To be honest, I haven't seen
someone in my house since her.

How did she die?

Overdose.

Can I tell you something without
you taking it the wrong way?

I've enjoyed
your company tonight,

and I mean that in no other way,
now I've said it.

If you feel I've kept you here
longer than needed...

well, it's purely
for the conversation.

I don't get much of it
anywhere else.

It's nice to pass the time
with a stranger.

I like the way you see me now.

Brand-new...

...without all those other bits

that make a person
complicated and ugly.

You know what I mean?

Now, I don't know where
you came from tonight

or how you managed
your way here.

But I know you've lied to me.

It's too late at night,

and we are too far
from the beach for bare feet.

But I don't care.

For the first time
in a long time, I feel...

awake.

So, thank you.

Storm or no storm,

I'll take you to the phone
whenever you like.

Three jacks.

You're lying.

I thought we were beginning
to trust each other

for a moment there.

Shit!

Aah!

Aahhh! Aahhh! Aah!

Aahhh!

Aah!

Aahhh!

Help me!
Please help!

Help!

Aah!

Help me!

Help me!

Aah! No!

Aah!

Hey!

Open your mouth.
Open it!

Swallow.

Swallow!

Aahhh!

Help me!

Help me!

Aahhh!

What are you doing...

...when my back's turned?

What are you thinking?

Are we playing these scenarios
over and over?

I want you in my mind
like a movie,

imagining what you girls
must be feeling...

trying to understand you...

to understand this pattern
that we're caught in.

I saw her outside the petrol
station earlier tonight.

She asked me
for a packet of chips.

I didn't say anything
until she spoke to me.

She asked for food.

She wanted a ride.

What am I meant to make of that?

And you, banging on my door
at 2:00 a.m.,

begging to come in.

Strange.

So strange.

But this is not chance.

This is choice...

your choice.

And of all the doors
and all the homes,

you knocked on mine tonight.

What did you give me?

The same thing she had.

It's called GHB.

Get away from me.
I'm gonna be sick.

...5 mils will make
your head dizzy, your mouth dry.

Three mils,
your muscles shut down.

Six mils would kill a man
in 20 minutes.

You've had 8.

The first girl,
I barely remember.

It was storming by the beach.

She knocked on my car door.

A tourist, I think.

She had this tattoo on her ribs.

Like a pulse line, a heartbeat.

I watched it fluttering.

And I watched it go still.

The faces I get confused, but...

the little details
are harder to forget.

I've waited for the sirens,

the flashing lights
in my window.

But they haven't come.

And they never will.

Do you know what happens when
I do exactly what I shouldn't?

I get rewarded.

Years I've kept myself
away from it.

But here you are...

within the hour
of another girl's expiry.

What strange, unnatural timing.

It makes you realize
that we are totally alone.

And if anything's up there,
it's not watching.

I can't breathe.

That bad behavior's a myth.

Please, God.

God isn't real.

The only thing that comes close

is that little voice
in your head.

But if you can ignore it,

if you can put it aside,
you can do anything you want.

If you can ignore it...

...you can ignore the voice
of God.

That's all it is.

No plagues or illness.

No prison or fire.

No consequences.

Just a little voice.

♪ Sleepwalk ♪

♪ Instead of dreaming,
I sleepwalk ♪

♪ 'Cause I've lost you ♪

♪ And now what am I to do? ♪

♪ Can't believe
that we're through ♪

♪ Sleep-talk ♪

♪ 'Cause I miss you,
I sleep-talk ♪

♪ While the memory of you
lingers like a song ♪

♪ Darling, I was so wrong ♪

♪ The night
fills my lonely place ♪

♪ I see your face
every night ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ I want you so ♪

♪ I still love you ♪

♪ And it drives me insane ♪

I'm sorry.

The weather, it's gone
fucking crazy out there.

What did you buy me?

Aahhh!

Aah! Aah!

Aahhh!

You know, this reminds me
of something.

You know, this reminds me
of a time when I was a kid.

Oh, fuck!

The power went off
in our shack.

The power went off
in our shack.

Dad and I shared a room.

I just laid and listened.

Waiting for his ventilator
battery to give out.

Dad?

Aah!

Aahhh!

Aahhh!

I saw her outside the petrol
station earlier tonight.

I don't remember her face.

She asked me
for a packet of chips.

Long, dark hair,
friendly smile.

That's enough.

Don't think I'm a--

I'm paranoid.

Always worried
someone's watching,

someone's followed me home.

I had to stretch on my couch.

I'm trapped again,
but I couldn't sleep.

I'm tired.
It's getting worse,

a spiral of rising, twisting,
worrying. Shh!

Sleepwalk.

Every night I just sleepwalk.

Aah!

Aah-aah!

When will I stop?

When will this feeling go away?

No.

I thought you
wanted to be nothing.

New again. Like a baby.

Drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink.

You can't ignore it forever...

Drink, drink, drink, drink.

...the little voice.

Little voice, little voice,
little voice, the little voice,

the little voice,
the little voice,

the little voice,

the little voice,
the little voice.

Drink up! Drink up!

It's gonna be chilly,
so make sure...

No!
This is it.

Got you, weirdo!

Fuckin' dickhead!

That guy is such a...