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( sprinklers running )

( electronic music plays )

( police siren blares )

- ♪ One night to be confused ♪

♪ One night to speak the truth ♪

♪ We had a promise made ♪

♪ Four hands and then away ♪

♪ Both under influence ♪

♪ We had divine sense ♪

♪ To know what to say ♪

♪ Mind is a razor-blade ♪

♪ To call for hands of above to lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be good enough for me ♪

♪ One night of magic rush ♪

♪ The start a simple touch ♪

♪ One night to push and scream ♪

- Just admiring the house.

Liz and Tom Buchanan.

We're a K back up the road. Third house on the left.

- Hi, I'm Michelle Anderson.

This is my husband Peter and our daughter, Amy.

- Oh, you're about the same age as our girl, Chloe.

Once you've settled in, you should drop by.

- Sounds great.

- Nice to meet you. - Bye.

♪ To call for hands of above to lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be good enough for me ♪

♪ To... ♪

( door opens )

- We're still unpacking, but you get the idea.

- Your mother chose the fittings.

- It's like a display home.

- Good, that's exactly what it is, so keep it clean.

- And we're what, the display family?

- Something like that.

- Oi! Get out of it!

Hey, this is private property!

Neighbors.

- Come on, Amy. I'll show you your room.

- Nuh, I'll find it.

- She's in.

- Phew.

( phone rings )

- Hey, Em, you packed? - You at the new place?

- Yeah, fuck, it's like North Korea.

- How's the family?

- It's weird. They're all smiles, like nothing happened.

Is Rosie driving? - Mm-hmm.

You sure about this?

- Fuck, Em, they had me locked up. Yeah, I'm sure.

- Okay, okay.

- By the time they wake up, we'll be in SA.

- Yeah, sure.

See you soon. - All right.

Love you. - Back at ya.

- Whoa!

( wings flapping )

What the fuck!

- TV:...a slowing housing market...

( doorbell rings )

- Just wait. It could be those dickheads next door.

- Oh, hi.

- Oh I'm sorry, you're busy. - No, not at all.

- Oh, people normally eat dinner around this time

but I just thought because you guys are city types...

I mean not that you're...

- You're the Andersons, yeah? It's on the billboard.

- You must be Chloe. We just met your parents.

- Right. Yeah. I should apologise for them.

- Hey, I need new sheets. A bird shit on mine.

- Amy!

- What? Don't freak out, it flew off.

Oh, excuse us.

- Uh, Chloe, this is our daughter, Amy.

- Hi. - Hey.

- How can we help you, Chloe?

- Right, um, sorry.

- I figured you guys could use a cleaner.

I do all the houses around here, so...

- Give her the job. She's display worthy.

- We've got it covered.

- Okay. Uh, well, if you change your mind...

- Thanks. - We'll let you know.

- Okay. Thank you.

- We need a cleaner. - Yeah, not that one.

What? Where there's one teenager there's a hundred

with booze and pills and dirty shoes

tracking over the floors.

You really want a repeat of the last house party?

Fuck's sake!

Well, if they want to fly first class from Shanghai,

fly them first class.

Well, if we don't move those plots soon,

you can say "sayonara" to the whole deal!

Yes, I know that's not a Chinese word.

Just make it happen.

There's some potential buyers flying in in a couple of days.

Need to make a good impression, yeah?

- You can get your hair cut if you want.

Maybe hit the stores for a new outfit?

- Great.

- Great.

- I liked her. That, uh... that local girl.

- Hmm? Zoe?

- Chloe.

- Chloe. Right.

( thumping )

- What is that?

- It's just the house.

She's making an effort.

- Don't we know it.

- Hey.

You're a great Mum.

( rustling )

( phone beeps )

- Hey, I'm at the bridge, how far are you guys?

Call me back.

( sighs )

Em?

( car honks )

Fuckheads!

- Hey, it's Em. Leave a message.

- Em, were are you?

Em, pick up.

I know you're there.

Em? - No, it's Rosie.

- Oh, um, hey. Hey.

Hey Rosie. Um, where are you guys?

- We're at Em's. We haven't left yet.

- What do you mean, you're still at Em's? Fuck.

- Now's not a good time.

- Well, can I talk to--

- She can't talk to you right now.

- Why?

- I mean, you can't force her into anything.

- I never forced her into anything!

- Are you fucking high? - What--

- You know what a bad influence you are?

- Yeah, I'm the bad influence? Hey, fuck you, Rosie!

- Oh, fuck you. Enjoy your night.

- No no no-- Fuck!

( crying )

- Amy?

- ( Amy shrieks ) - Amy!

- Help!

Help! - Okay, okay.

Grab onto me. I've got you, okay?

Use your feet. Come on.

Okay, okay, hey, hey look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

It's Chloe.

I'll take care of you.

( new age music plays )

( grumbles )

( new age music stops )

- You look like shit.

- Since when do you work here?

- Since I saved your arse.

( chattering )

I said you were drunk.

That's all.

- We're not here to judge you.

We just want to understand why.

- I don't know. Guess I'm just bad.

- What if the police found you? You know the deal.

No drink, no drugs, seven o'clock curfew.

- Yeah, I got the memo, thanks.

- They'll send you straight back to jail.

- There's all kinds of jails.

- Oh, Amy, come on.

- Don't touch me.

- Hey!

- You're to stay on the property!

- I'll get her.

- Chloe, wait!

- Oh, leave her. She might listen to her.

- Amy, stop.

Amy!

Where are you going? - Away.

- You've got no shoes on.

Amy look, if you uh...

If you want to talk about anything,

you know, seriously, if you need a friend.

- I've got friends.

They were going to pick me up last night

until you stuck your nose in.

- Amy!

Amy, stop!

- Fuck!

- I told your folks I'd bring you back.

- Well, that was dumb.

And they're not my folks.

- You're adopted?

- Not just a pretty face, huh?

- What are you doing?

- Getting the fuck out of here.

( chuckles )

( dog barking )

- Hey!

Come here!

Mojo!

Mojo! Come here.

Come on!

Fuck sake. Come on, boy.

- Don't you fuckin' dare.

( loud music plays )

- Pull over! Amy!

( screaming )

- Fuck!

Who leaves their car on empty?

What, are you sulking?

Come on, that was fun.

- Yeah, until we get arrested it's great.

- Where are you going?

- To tell your folks.

- Kiss-arse.

So what, you're just gonna abandon me?

Hey!

Hey!

Don't think I'm just gonna let you waltz right back

into your cushy cleaning job.

Car thief.

- Fuck, if you wanna leave, just leave.

There's a bus that goes through town every afternoon.

Get on it.

Or are you all talk?

- I just stole a fucking car.

- Yeah, how's that working out for you?

( grunts )

- What time's this bus? - I don't know. 3:00?

- Fuck.

- Here, let me.

There's glass in it.

- No, I just can't do it.

The whole happy families routine.

They're number five.

Been with them since I was twelve.

Part of Michelle's Catholic guilt trip.

- Sounds fair.

- Well it's true.

They, um...

They adopted out a baby girl when they were at Uni,

and Michelle couldn't have kids after that.

I'm her penance.

- You're really working that angle, aren't you?

- Yeah.

I had this party at the old house

and it all got pretty loose.

Like we trashed the place.

- Hey, it's all here.

- Michelle called the cops and

I glassed one of the pricks when he crash tackled my girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

Hey, um, come with me.

- I can't leave my folks.

Good luck.

( bus stops, door opens )

- Where am I gonna go?

- Did you ever try to find your real folks?

- Fuck, who says folks?

Nuh, they didn't want me then. Why would they want me now?

- Friend at school did.

- And?

- Yeah, he said it helped.

- I don't need help.

- Right.

( Amy laughs )

- When was the last time you heard that?

- Can Chloe stay for dinner?

Her Mum said it's okay.

- Sure.

- What?

( water running )

- You're wearing my clothes.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind.

I can... I can change if you want.

- It's cool.

I just wish I looked like that.

- Tell us about yourself, Chloe. What do your parents do?

- Oh, they're um, they're farmers.

- Oh, what kind? I studied vet science, then I got married.

- Oh, just you know, cows and sheep and stuff.

- And what about you? You going to stay on the farm?

- No, no. Um...

I really like fashion and design,

so I'd like to study interior design.

- Mmm. - Yeah.

- What's with the twenty questions?

Just let her eat.

( giggling )

Amy Samantha Anderson.

17 years old.

That's disgusting.

- Eating meat's disgusting.

- Okay, so you're a vegetarian.

- I eat pussy.

- What do you want to say about yourself?

"I'm a high achieving straight A student.

My hobbies are horseriding and swimming."

- I'm looking for my parents,

not a date with somebody called Chad.

- You gotta grab their attention.

- Okay, "My adoptive parents fully support me on this.

"If you're out there, Mum and Dad,

I'd love to get in contact with you."

- There's two Ps in support.

And why'd you capitalise "Adoptive Parents"?

Move.

Oh, or is it better if they think I'm dyslexic?

Okay.

- Send it.

- Amy? - No!

- It's late.

- No, it's not.

- I should go.

Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

- You sure you don't need a lift?

- Oh no, there's a shortcut over the hill.

Actually, you can see the river.

I should show you sometime. - It's a date.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

- You think her parents'd swap? - Don't!

You could ask.

( water running )

( moaning )

( phone chimes )

- Shit.

( phone dialing )

- Hey. - CHLOE: Hey. Hi.

- I got an email.

- CHLOE: From who? - My parents.

- CHLOE: Bullshit. No way.

- Fuck, Chloe, they...

They want to meet.

- Hello!

What have you done with Amy?

- Ah, Chloe invited me over.

Just for a few hours.

- Okay. Just so long as you're back before dark.

- Hey!

Yeah you, princess!

- I told you, this was private property!

- Yeah? And so is our fuckin' car!

- Where is it? - Where's what?

- The car.

- Hey.

- Hey, leave her alone!

- I'm gonna count to three. - Good luck with that.

- One...

- Do something. I dare ya. Come on.

- Two. - Amy! Amy!

- Fuckin' stay there. - Piss off, you dickwads!

- Fuck off!

- Go on!

- I'll see you soon.

- Fuck off!

- You're fuckin' all talk when we're walking away, aren't ya?

- Fuck you, mate. - Amy, what car?

- I don't know.

- So I can report this? - Do whatever you want.

- Like I'd steal their shitbox anyway.

- It wasn't Amy.

She was with me all day.

I'm sorry about them. Are you guys okay?

- Yeah.

Michelle just went all tiger Mum on those dickheads.

Sorry, dickwads.

- You ready?

- Uh, yeah.

- Say hi to your parents. - Okay.

- Since when you and Michelle friends?

- Why do you care?

- I don't.

- Andrea and Bob Kovack.

Jesus, they could be anyone.

- Yeah, like your real parents.

- Yeah, but how will I know?

- You just do.

There's this connection.

- How do I look?

- Better.

Here. You're nervous, come on.

To Andrea and Bob, bless em.

- What if they don't like me?

- They can take a ticket and get in line.

- What do you think?

- Yeah, could be.

( phone chimes )

- Hi.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Ah, you're the Kovacks?

- Sorry?

- Um...

- Look, don't worry. You just got here.

Okay? - Yeah.

( gasps )

- What am I doing?

- No, come on.

- Fuck this. Let's go.

- Come on, let's have another drink.

- Nuh.

- Shit.

Walk.

- Oi!

- Fuck!

- It's more than trespassing, it's harassment.

Well, what if it was your daughter?

Right.

Serpentine's finest are going to give the neighbors a caution.

We'll see.

- Hey there. How was Chloe's?

- Good. - Amy?

We're meeting the investors in the city tomorrow.

I'd like you to come. I don't want you here alone.

- Fine.

( phone rings )

- Everything okay?

Family tradition says I should wait

till you get married, but, um...

I guess we're not a traditional family, are we?

Can I?

- Um...

- It's beautiful.

You can tell me anything.

You know that.

- Thanks. For the thing.

( phone rings )

- What?

- CHLOE: I saw them. Your folks.

They're checking into a room at the hotel.

- Bullshit.

- No, seriously, I'm there right now. I'll show you.

- AMY: How can I trust you?

- I thought we were going to be arrested. I freaked. I'm sorry.

- What room?

( train whistle blows )

- Room six. You're sure?

- You ready?

- No.

Is that Michelle's? - Kiss it out, bitch.

That's pretty.

- Family heirloom.

- Oh.

- They're not here. - Come on.

Help me jiggle this door. - AMY: What are you doing?

I thought you were a good girl.

- Not always.

( Chloe chuckles )

- Chloe.

- Fuck em! They are.

Send 'em a message.

Go on!

Feel good?

Hey.

To, uh, bad girls.

- Whatever.

- Oh shit.

- Why do you have that?

- Show me how to use it.

- No way. What if someone comes?

- Come on, show me.

( Chloe laughs )

FYI, this is a penis.

What?

- It's dumb.

I just...

I just really wanted them to be here, you know?

Just to say, "Hey, I'm here.

I exist."

- Hey.

Hey, look at me.

You exist.

( moaning )

- Ah, fuck you, you motherless bitch!

- What? - ( alarm beeping )

- Shit!

- It's cool, it's cool. It's okay.

- Fuck, Chloe.

- Where are you going? - Home.

Home.

- Shit.

( water running )

( moans )

( knocking on door )

- You ready? We're leaving soon.

- Yeah, I'm kinda feeling a bit crap.

- Really?

Oh, you don't have a temperature.

- Well...

It's just everything catching up with me.

- Okay.

Just keep the doors locked and if those idiots

come on the property, call the police. I mean it.

- Hi, this is Chloe. I'm not here right now,

but please leave a message.

- Hey, please tell me we didn't leave the pipe at the hotel.

My prints are all over it.

I'm going back now before they open up the room.

Call me back.

Fuck.

Get the fuck off our property!

- Christ!

Didn't you hear me knock?

Amy Anderson? - Why, are you a cop?

- Is that a yes?

- Look, I don't have to answer anything

without a guardian or a lawyer present.

- So you're alone?

- This is bullshit. I didn't do anything.

- Detective Daniels. I'm looking for her.

- Jessica?

- Or Jessie?

- No, I don't know a Jessica.

- Right.

What about your Mum and Dad?

- Nuh. We just moved in.

- Right.

- What'd she do?

- Hurt someone.

- She turns up...

Call.

She's trouble. Think quick.

- Mr. Buchanan?

- You're here to see Chloe.

Hey, Chloe! You got a visitor!

- Ah, sorry.

Hey, uh, you need to call me.

( water running )

( rustling )

- Oh God! - Fuck!

- Where...what are-- what are you doing here?

I thought you were in the city.

- Me? What are you doing here?

- I'm cleaning. Michelle rostered me on.

- Cleaning?

- Yeah. Ah, the hot water's out at our house, so...

What's wrong? My phone was dead.

- There was someone here asking about you.

Who?

- A detective.

Some tough old bitch.

- What'd you tell her?

- Well, what's to tell?

All I know is you live a K up the road,

third house on the left, yeah?

- Okay, look, don't tell your folks but

some money went missing at this house I used to clean.

I mean it wasn't me but,

you know, try telling the owners that.

- Fuck, you're good.

Who's Jessie Cooper?

- Uh...

Well, um...

She's...

I...

This is it.

- How long have you been here?

- A couple of weeks.

- Fuck.

Why didn't you say?

- I didn't want you to hate me.

Why would I hate you?

What's this?

You're pregnant?

- Check the name.

- Fuck off.

This isn't you.

- Isn't it?

- No way.

You're serious.

But you haven't told them.

- I didn't have to.

I mean, they know. - How?

- There's this connection. I mean,

I just felt it the first time I saw them--

- That's bullshit.

So, what, you're adopted too?

Well, that's convenient.

- Yeah, see, we find each other, you know. It's weird, right?

- Yeah, it's weird because you kept it secret for so long.

- I didn't want you to freak out, you know

and you kind of are--

- Yeah, it's because you're full of shit.

Fuck, is...

Is anything about you real?

- Amy.

- How do I know these aren't fake?

- Michelle had them stashed at your house.

- Oh, cool. So now you're going through our stuff.

So you're a thief and a con artist.

- Amy!

Amy!

Amy, Amy please, I'm telling the truth.

- Who is, Chloe or Jessie?

Maybe I'll just ask the detective.

( Chloe shouts )

- Amy?

( sobbing )

( panting )

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry.

- Ow-- - Shh, shh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm going to take you to the hospital.

( Amy groans )

- Just rest.

( car engine starts )

( car beeps )

- Mum?

- Perfect time of day to show it off.

Designed that way, of course.

- The door's open.

- This is very nice.

- Buy the other plots, I'll throw it in for free.

Well, for cost at least.

Should we take the tour?

- What?

- The Beamer.

- Peter!

Jesus.

Amy!

- Holy shit!

We'll deal with it. Just get them out of here.

- Amy! - You said she was clean.

- She is. Just go, please.

We'll talk about it tonight.

That's it. - This is Amy.

Go fuck yourself at the beep.

- You win, Amy, okay? You want out, you're out.

You come back here, I will haul your arse to the cops myself.

Fuck!

Hey, come on. We have to be strong.

- If I was strong we wouldn't have moved!

- Michelle!

- Didn't I say she'd hate it here?

- Don't you dare. This is not our fault.

We have bent over backwards for that girl.

- Oh, just move on, right? Get over it.

- Fuck it. Yes.

Why should we all suffer because you feel guilty?

We could have adopted a baby

but no you had to choose the most fucked up kid

you could find.

- You're talking about our daughter.

- She wants out, Michelle. Let her go.

Where're you going?

- To find her.

- Michelle!

Hey, Michelle!

For fuck's sake!

- This is Amy. Go fuck yourself at the beep.

- PETER: Amy, it's Dad.

I'm sorry about what I said before.

Please come home.

We love you.

Anything?

- I checked with all her old friends.

The ones she told us about, anyway.

- We have to report her missing.

She's going to end up in detention one way or another.

Better for breaking parole than on some drug or burglary charge.

She turned up to see Amy.

- I don't know if it's anything, but I found this in her room.

- Did she ever say anything about leaving?

- Not, uh, not leaving.

- What?

Chloe, if you know something...

- The night that I, um, found her on the bridge...

I think she was gonna jump if I hadn't...

you know, gotten there.

It's not your fault.

- Amy?

- Shit.

- Peter.

Oh my God.

- Stay back. - Hey. Amy!

Darling!

Amy!

- Amy!

- Hello!

- Amy?

Amy!

( phone vibrating )

Amy!

- Amy, darling, please let us know you're okay.

We're so worried.

- Amy!

( phone beeps )

Amy!

- Hey!

- What is it?

- It's Amy's. She sent me a message.

- "Tell Mum and Dad not to freak. I'm okay.

In town, trying to get a lift."

- We can still catch her.

- What?

- "Mum and Dad"?

( groaning )

- Hey!

Wait!

( groans )

- If we can't find her, we're going to the police.

You don't mind giving a statement?

- What... What do I say?

- Just anything that can help us find her.

- But I told you everything I know.

- Oh, come on.

( phone vibrates )

Come on come on come on.

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

- Ah, can I help you?

- Yeah, I need to use your phone.

- I know you.

You're famous, right?

You're the girl off the TV.

- Come here you little vandal!

( groans )

- Fuck!

Hey! Hey, hey are you going down there?

Hey!

Hey! Pete!

Hey! Peter!

- I really... I don't... I don't feel good.

I need to... I need to get out. Please, stop.

- What about your statement?

- I really don't feel well.

We can do it another time, right?

- Listen, it's okay, it's okay.

- The police station's just here.

- She's gonna be alright.

- Yeah.

- What was that?

- I don't know. She's upset. Amy's her friend.

( phone rings )

- Amy!

Hello? - ( muffled crying )

- Hello?

- Hon, is that you?

- I'm sorry, Mum.

- Where are you?

- Please, I'm safe. Don't look for me.

- No Amy, hang on. Who are you with?

Amy-- - ( phone beeps )

- Call her again.

( phone rings )

- Fuck me.

Hello? Detective Daniels, this is Amy Anderson.

We spoke yesterday about Jessie.

Um...

You said to call if she-- - ( door opens )

- Amy, I know you're here!

Are you all right?

- She's here. - Amy, I'm sorry.

Amy?

My God, we're all freaking out.

Amy?

Amy?

Amy?

Amy, I'm sorry.

Amy, please just tell me--

- Get the fuck out of my house. Get out!

- But I didn't mean any of this to happen!

- Now! Go! Get out of my house! Go!

- Amy, you're not thinking straight.

- Get out! - You're not thinking straight.

I'll make you some food. I'll get you some coffee.

- No, you're not listening to me.

I want you out of my house.

- It was an accident, Amy. - Bullshit!

You've been trying to get rid of me from the start.

The cops at the pub. Fuck, my biological parents?

Where did you get that photo?

- Why would I do that? - Stop lying!

- Okay fine, I got the photo from a magazine, okay?

You were talking about leaving. I was trying to help you.

- By trying to kill me, you psycho cunt?

- Okay, see, I knew you'd hate me.

- Gimme back my necklace.

- No. - Why?

- I can't. Mum said it should stay in the family.

- Mum?

- I'm sorry, Michelle.

That's what you call her, isn't it?

( grunting )

- Help!

Help!

Help!

( grunts )

- We don't want her charged, just found

before she hurts herself.

- We've checked with all her friends.

- And what about anyone local?

- There's only Chloe, but she was here this morning

helping us clean up.

- Chloe Buchanan?

Okay.

I thought I saw her working at the supermarket.

- Amy!

Amy! Amy, stop!

Amy!

You'd better run, you bitch!

They don't want you! Nobody does!

( screams )

( sobbing )

- I'm sorry about your house.

- Oh, fuck the house. Come here.

( knocking )

- Chloe!

- Amy, she's out there. She tried to kill me.

- Jesus, this is going to need stitches.

- Where is she? - Ah, she's still out there.

- Come here, come here.

- Amy! - No, wait, no you can't...

She said she wanted to kill us. We've gotta call the police.

- She did this? Why?

- I don't know. I think she's high.

- Where did you get this?

- Amy. She gave it to me.

She said she felt like the family pet.

That it was your leash around her neck.

I'm so sorry, Mum. I've wrecked everything.

- Hey! Hey!

Stop!

( sobbing )

( knocking )

- Come on, Chloe.

Chloe, open up.

Chloe!

- This is bullshit! She's playing us.

- Why would she?

- I don't know. Nice house, we've got money. She wants in.

- Come on. - Chloe, come on.

Open the door. What if it's her?

Hey.

Oh God. - I don't feel very good.

- Please, I need... You have to get me home.

- Are you all right?

- I need to get home, please.

- No, no, no, please don't-- - Dog.

- That's for the fuckin' car.

- I thought she would want a sister.

But when I showed her, she...

She freaked out. She said I was trying

to steal her family.

I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have gone through your things

but I needed some proof.

- You said the Buchanans were your parents.

- No. No, I never lied to you. I never. I just...

I didn't know how to tell you the truth.

- How did you find us?

- I saw you in a magazine outside one of your houses.

I could just tell.

- From a photo?

- Why keep all of this a secret?

- I didn't think you would want me.

- So you don't live here.

And your real name's?

- You tell me.

You must have given me a name.

- I know it's hard to understand,

but we were young and broke

and I got really sick when you...

When she was born.

- Michelle!

- It's okay.

I'm here now.

- Oh.

- I told you she was trouble.

- Are they really her parents?

- Open the glovebox.

See if you recognise anything there.

She fixates.

This is not the first family that she's tried this with.

- Detective Daniels, huh?

- Uh-huh.

- I've always wanted to live in a place like this.

Big house.

Big yard.

- What about parents or guardians?

Surely there's someone we can call.

- It's just me.

- Chloe, you can't just move in with us.

- Please don't make me go, Mum.

- Jess. That's enough.

- Amy!

- Time to go home, love.

- No. - Yes.

- I don't know this woman.

- You're a lying bitch!

Please, I'm your sister!

- Give me it!

- Get off her. - Give me it!

- Please, please! I'll do whatever you tell me to.

Please don't make me go!

- Hand her over. She's not well.

- Yeah, no shit!

- She's a con artist. What are you today?

A cop? A lawyer? She lives in fuckin' fantasy land.

- Okay. Her name is Jessie Cooper, okay?

She is seventeen years old.

She was born in Castlemaine Hospital

on the 15th of February.

Here's where they dragged her out of me.

Is that real enough for you?

Let's go.

- No. - Come on.

- No, she's a drunk, old fat loser.

You're my folks, right Mum?

- Fuck this! Call the cops!

- What, and tell them how you stole the car

and how you trashed the hotel?

And how you tried to fucking kill me?

You're next. She hates you.

- Get her out of here. - She hates you!

- Get in the car. In! - No! No!

( screaming )

- Enough!

I said enough!

- It's them, isn't it?

- There is no them, love.

- I'm sorry, it's just you and me, like it always was.

- You're lying to me. It's them, I know it.

- Please stop, Jess.

- My name...

my name is Chloe.

- What's she doing?

Oh my God.

- Get inside.

- Peter! Wait!

- Chloe!

Chloe!

Chloe--

- Peter!

- Get the fuck out!

Leave him!

- Dad! - Leave him!

- Chloe!

Stop! Chloe!

Chloe, just get out of here.

Just go.

Go!

Get him inside.

- Michelle!

Mum, move it!

Hurry!

( thudding )

- We need something to put the pressure on.

Ambulance!

My husband. He's been stabbed.

In the stomach.

213 Leonard Street in Serpentine.

We don't have time to wait 30 minutes. Fucking hurry!

She's still here!

( Chloe screams )

- Fuck off!

- Where is she? Where is she?

- Get him to the bathroom.

- Okay.

Don't go to sleep.

( growling )

- CHLOE: Mum, how is he?

- He's not good, Chloe. He's hurt.

- CHLOE: Let me help. Let me take him to the hospital.

- The ambulance is coming, Chloe, and the police!

Please just go!

- Go where?

I'm gonna slit my throat.

One.

Two.

- Three! - Chloe, no!

( thudding )

( knocking )

- Fuck!

- CHLOE: Mum?

Mum, do you love me?

- Yes.

- More than her?

- Yes!

- Then let me in.

- I can't, Chloe!

- Fuck!

- Stop, please! Just go!

( electronic music plays )

We can't stay here.

We've got to get him to a hospital.

I'll talk to her. - Mum, he needs you here.

- You're not going out there.

- He'll die.

- No, I'm telling you. Don't.

- Just get him to the car. - No, no, no.

- Mum, it's okay.

I love you both.

- Stop it! Please!

- Hey!

( electronic music stops )

- Don't go to sleep.

Peter, we've gotta get you out of here, okay?

We've gotta get you out of here.

( screaming )

- Don't go to sleep.

( screaming )

( groaning )

( shrieks, grunts )

- Chloe?

Chloe, don't bullshit me.

- Why you...

but not me?

It's not fair.

- Hey.

Hey, Chloe.

Chloe.

Hey.

You exist.

- Amy!

You alright?

Where is she?

- It's just us.

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