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(soft music)

(people chattering)

(people applauding)

(uptempo jazz music)

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to True Face.

Where we take you on a tantalizing journey

of truth, beauty, and lies.

I am your MC, your host.

And I know just how to add the sugar and spice.

Give me your attention.

It's my favorite thing.

And I could teach you a thing or two

about life, love, and the ugly in between.

When you think you know me, I change, but don't ask.

Just when you're about to judge me,

look in the mirror and look beneath your mask.

(alarm beeping)

- Shit.

- Come on, Sydney.

Don't let the rat race run you down.

That's right.

It's Benny from Benny's Weather.

The day's swarming with bliss and I can smell it.

It's gonna sweep you up and take you on a journey

you never anticipated.

Come on, Sydney.

Smell that pollution.

Imagine that it's cotton candy.

I'm Benny from Benny's Weather

and I'm on a natural high, my friend.

- Good morning.

This is Anna Brown reporting.

A young man has been found dead

in his Darlinghurst home this morning.

The case is being treated as suspicious by police.

Craig Smith was last seen by his friends

while out partying in Sydney's King's Cross on Friday night.

Smith's parents are waiting to be interviewed by police.

More on this story later.

I'm Anna Brown.

(uptempo music)

♪ Are you ready for the thrill

♪ Are you ready for the kill

♪ Are you ready for the feel

♪ I'm feeling blue

♪ I'm feeling so much soul for you ♪

♪ Get a kick, get a kick whether or not ♪

♪ I depleted my soul, my soul for you ♪

♪ Get it all together

♪ Map that silicon girl

♪ Vacate the premises

♪ Map that silicon girl

- Fuck.

♪ Vacate the city

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Get a kick, get a kick for a one night through ♪

♪ I depleted my soul, my soul for you ♪

♪ We're gonna get it out together ♪

♪ Map that silicon girl

♪ Vacate the premises

♪ Map that silicon girl

♪ Vacate the city

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Are you ready for the thrill

♪ Are you ready for the kill

♪ Are you ready for the feel

♪ I'm feeling blue

♪ I'm feeling so much soul for you ♪

♪ Get a kick, get a kick for a one night through ♪

♪ I depleted my soul, my soul for you ♪

- What?

♪ Map that silicon girl

♪ Vacate the premises

♪ Map that silicon girl

♪ Vacate the city

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

♪ Wrapped up, give it away

- Thank you so much, young man.

I'm just hopeless with all those wires and bits.

- It's all right, it's all right.

If the channels start acting up,

you just give me a call, okay?

- I will do.

Thank you again.

- No worries.

You have a lovely day, Mrs. Elda.

- Thank you, bye.

- See you later.

Fucking old people.

Two fucking hours teaching that bitch

how to press a fucking button.

Definitely getting fucked up tonight.

(upbeat electronic music)

♪ I'm not crazy

♪ I'm not crazy

♪ I'm not crazy

♪ Lean on me, on my shoulders

(phone ringing)

- [Man On Speaker] Hey, cuz.

- Hey, cuz.

So you and the boys up for hitting the town tonight?

- [Man On Speaker] You know it.

- Yeah, good shit, man.

Good shit.

Fuck, bro.

I'm just hanging for it, man.

I need it quick.

♪ I want to show you that vanity isn't a sin ♪

♪ Petrified at the show

♪ That every kiss from you, I'm gonna burn it to dust ♪

♪ Your love is in my head

♪ But my hand's in my pocket

♪ Your love is in my head

♪ But my hand's in my pocket

♪ Crazy

♪ Maybe I am

♪ Crazy

♪ But I'm crazy for you

♪ Call me crazy

♪ Possibly

♪ Crazy

♪ But I'm crazy for you

♪ But I'm crazy for you

- You weren't gonna start playing that

without a drink, were you?

- No, I completely preempted that a boy would walk over here

and buy me one right before I put my 20 in.

- Boy?

If I was a boy, how do you think I got past the seckies

to get in here in the first place?

- Okay, whatever.

So are you gonna buy me a drink or what?

- Sure.

What are you drinking, cruiser, bruiser?

- What the fuck?

Fuck no.

JD and Coke all the way, mate.

- Oh.

Right-O.

- Am I'm like, you're so dry.

How did you do this last time?

And she's like, the last bloke was a lot smaller than you.

- Hey, cuz.

What took you so long, huh?

Your pubes didn't dry?

- Maybe.

- Cuz, you get some pussy?

Make sure you share it around, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

You smell good.

You planning to pick up or something?

- What, you're not?

- No, man.

With you two and Pepe Le Pew,

I can tell I gotta handle business on my own.

- Cuz, you know I've got your back.

- Yeah?

That's what I'm afraid of.

- Business?

Oi, what business, bruh.

It's the fucking weekend.

Why don't you forget about business

and think of pussy, would you?

- Yeah, cuz.

It's like I always say.

A nice dose of pussy keeps the doctor away.

- Yeah, well the weekend is exactly when I need

to be doing my business, you dickhead.

- What's wrong with Ali, bruh?

Oi, who's this bitch you're fucking now, huh?

- Let me tell you, cuz.

Oh, yeah.

- So, do you come here much?

- Wow.

Shit pickup line, mate.

- I've already picked you up, haven't I?

- Well, you did just get me a drink.

Suppose you're going all right so far.

(chuckles)

♪ Higher, flying higher

- Three, bro.

Thanks.

♪ Higher, flying higher

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

- No, man.

That's Hannan, Fareed's sister.

You wouldn't want a Muslim girl like that.

No.

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

- Sounds like a challenge, man.

- Yeah.

Good luck with that.

Like I keep telling ya.

Stick to them Aussie girls.

One, two drinks for real.

Best money I ever spent.

If you're lucky sometimes, you'll get a two-for-one deal.

- Yeah, cuz.

Do what I do.

Just play it safe.

Pick up the easy girls and then you're guaranteed over.

- I'm sick of easy bitches, man.

♪ But I can't let go, 'cause I want you so ♪

- Hi.

- Hi.

You're that guy that was watching me at the bar,

weren't you?

- [Man] Yeah, sorry about that.

I couldn't help myself.

- That's okay.

- [Man] You here with anyone?

- Oh, just some friends.

- Would your friends mind if I borrowed you for a while?

- For what?

- [Man] Dancing.

I mean, you do dance, don't you?

- Of course I dance.

I don't think they'd mind.

- Awesome.

- Bump it up to $1.50.

- Are you crazy?

- Trust me.

You won't win big if you don't play big.

I like everything big.

- Yo.

♪ Mind to mind, eye to eye

♪ Talking, walking in the sky

♪ Yea, yea what a player

♪ Cloud nine in the air

♪ Elevator, celebrator

♪ This feels good to me

- Oh, I don't drink.

- What?

You come out all this way

and you're not gonna have one drink?

- Yeah, come on.

It's only one drink.

It's not gonna hurt ya.

- Yeah, I'm Muslim.

I really can't.

- What do you think we are?

- I don't know.

I thought you were Christians 'cause you ordered the drinks.

- Yeah, like I said.

One never hurt anyone.

♪ Whoa, whoa

♪ Walking on air

♪ Whoa

- So, is your pussy as hot as your attitude?

- If you're gonna start grabbing me in places,

you'd better be able to back it up.

- Maybe I ought to back you up, baby.

(slow jazz music)

- I love sex,

don't you?

I love the feeling of it inside me.

Sometimes I don't know if it's my heart

or my pussy that loves it more.

Well, maybe that's the fun of it all.

The mystery, the uncertainty,

the vulnerability.

All wrapped in a blanket of sweat, swearing,

and sizzling sensuality.

That's why I like my sex with a stranger.

Because it all remains an ambiguous dream.

(breathing heavily)

(giggling)

- Take your pants off.

- My pants?

- Yes, off.

And when you're done with yours, you can take mine off, too.

(laughing)

- [Man] Make yourself at home, eh?

(laughing)

(breathing heavily)

(both laugh)

- [Man] You're not gonna leave me all cold

and laying here, are you?

- I guess not.

- So, what do you think?

- Oh, um...

It's nice.

Thank you.

Wait.

Can we talk?

- [Girl] Yeah, yeah.

(moaning)

Yeah.

- Look, Ahmed.

I'm sorry, but I can't do this.

- Do what?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- I think you're cute.

I just think you deserve a little attention, that's all.

- Well, um...

What do you mean by attention?

- This.

- Ah, your cock.

Ah, your fucking cock.

Oh, my god!

(moaning)

Oh, your cock.

Oh, yeah.

- Jesus.

Oh, fuck.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Your cock.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

- Fuck.

(laughing)

Oh, fuck.

(girl laughing)

(gasps)

(sobbing)

- You can go home now.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, I've got shit to do.

Sorry.

- Isn't the guy supposed to do the evicting?

- It's a bit of a sexist thing to say, don't you think?

- Yeah, all right.

- That's right.

Good boy.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

- Okay.

Bye.

- Oh, what a dickhead.

(laughs)

(sobbing)

(yells)

One fuck and you want lunch already.

God.

(laughing)

Hey, babe.

- [Girl] Hey.

- What'd you order?

- Oh, nothing yet.

I've been waiting for you.

- Oh, okay.

I don't know what I want to order yet.

Actually, yes I do.

I will have a skim latte with one sugar.

Are the lattes good here, or?

- Oh, I don't know.

I haven't tried them here.

- Well, I want a latte.

Do they have any service around here or what?

- Well, yeah.

You're terrible, Krista.

- [Krista] So what have you been up to?

- Oh, not much. - I'm thirsty.

Where is the service?

- Working.

You?

- Oh, just work and shit.

Did I tell you I fucked that cute guy

I spotted by the pokies the other night?

- Yeah, was he good?

- Ah, he was all right.

He had a big dick on him.

He texted me the next morning and I was like,

no, I'm not talking to you anymore.

- Why, what's wrong with him?

I thought you said he had a big dick.

- Well, yeah.

And he sucks pussy really good.

But fuck.

No, he's too sweet.

I'd probably crush his little spirit, poor thing.

- Oh, yeah.

I suppose.

- Where the fuck are the waiters around here?

- Right.

I still don't know what I want yet.

- [Krista] Oh, but I do.

- Well, all right. (Krista laughs)

Fine.

I'll have a freshly squeezed.

- [Waitress] Can I get you anything?

- Oh, yes, finally.

We would like to order now.

- Krista, don't be rude.

- I'm not being rude.

Them fucking making us wait is being rude.

Yes, I would like a skim latte with one sugar.

Now, do the lattes come in a mug or in a clear glass?

- [Waitress] A mug.

- Oh.

- Can I have a freshly squeezed orange and pineapple juice?

- [Waitress] Oh, we don't do fresh squeeze here.

Sorry.

- Oh.

- Then what's this 100% fruit juice thingy?

- [Waitress] It comes on a bottle.

- That's fucking false advertising then, isn't it?

- I don't want some fizzy drink.

- Is it one of those reconstituted things,

or is it real fruit?

Like is it cloudy?

- [Waitress] Yeah, it's cloudy.

Would you like a frappe instead?

- No, can I get a latte?

Do you have real sugar?

- [Waitress] Sugar's on the table.

Is that all?

- Yes, for the time being.

Thank you.

I like them frappe things.

- I thought it was frappe not frappe.

- Oh, yes.

Bloody frappe.

(laughs)

Whatever.

- You ever fuck a chick with V plates, man?

It's the worst fucking shit, bruh.

You know that Hannan chick the other day?

- I told you, bro.

Don't go there.

- I hate this fucking lighter you got, bro.

- So you fucked that Hannan chick?

I told you.

Fareed's gonna shit, bro.

- Fuck Fareed.

Bro, she fucking wanted me, all right?

Because she wanted me, man, I gave it to her, bruh.

But the girl was sweet, fucking cuz.

Just don't even fuck a chick on her V plates, bro.

It's like the most disgusting fucking thing

I've ever seen in my fucking life.

You think, bro, like...

Your dick comes out like fucking out of that thing.

What's that fucking movie where the thing pops out

of the guy's chest?

I say it looked like that, bruh.

Fucking Predator or some shit like that.

- Fuck, man.

I told ya.

Better get that shit together, man.

- What the fuck do you have in this, bro?

- Hey, babe.

Have you heard about that new theater club thing

that's just come out?

- [Girl] Which one?

- Something about a mask.

- Oh, you mean the burlesque thing?

- Yeah, yeah, that one.

True Face or something.

- Yeah, what about it?

- You want to go?

- Already am.

- Oh, really, bitch.

Where the fuck was my invite?

- Of course I was inviting you, dickhead.

- [Krista] You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Drugs?

- [Krista] Yep.

You call your guy and if you like I'll call mine.

- Who the fuck uses their teeth

when they're sucking someone's dick, bruh?

Who?

- A lot of freaky shit.

- Bruh, fuck experimental.

I'll go for a chick with blow job lips, man.

What the fuck am I using a vampire for?

Ali, bro.

What the fuck is this shit?

(cell phone ringing) Oi.

I'm telling ya.

- Shut up, man.

Yeah, Arab Adonis at your service.

No, yeah.

I'm good, babe.

What you looking for?

- Just a couple of pingers.

Oh, and I need some of your Sunday Special.

Don't worry, it's not for us.

It's for someone else.

- No, yeah.

Cool, cool.

I don't mind taking in money though,

but fuck, girl, you've gotta be careful with that shit.

- Thanks.

Look, we're going to a cabaret show after work.

Can you bring it by then?

- Hey cuz.

Want to hit up this new club with the girls?

- Yeah, whatever.

- I don't know where it's at so I'll text you

the details once I find out.

Thank you.

- Yeah, goodbye, cupcake.

- Muffin, babe.

Later.

(laughs)

- Cuz, you still fucking playing or what?

- Just shut up, bro.

Whip your ass.

- All good?

- Yeah.

It's all hooked up.

- [Krista] Awesomeness.

(both laugh)

- Let's fucking play then.

Fucking show you how it's fucking done.

- Wait till I fucking finish.

- Doon.

In the game already, you dickhead.

- Play by yourself, you dickhead.

- Fucking better than playing with you, you piece of shit.

- Fuck you.

- I love you, too.

- Fucking pick it up, bro.

- Watch your fucking mouth.

- Fucking pack one in, you fucking pussy.

- Shut up.

Want some food?

- Yeah, bro.

Go get some pizza.

- Your mom makes some for you, huh?

- What did you say about my mom?

- Good morning, beautiful people.

You know who it is?

Benny from Benny's Weather.

The sky's certainly bright blue today.

This is the weather for dreaming big things, my friends.

- This guy's too fucking happy.

- You know what I imagine?

Do it the Benny way.

- This fucking red light.

She wanted it.

She fucking wanted it.

She wouldn't have come up if she didn't.

She fucking wanted it.

(uptempo jazz music)

(people chattering)

(slow jazz music)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to a night of exploration

and motivation for sexualization.

No need for masturbation, or defecation.

Enough of this procrastination.

Welcome to a visual feast catered

especially for your imagination.

Welcome to True Face.

We hope you enjoy the show.

- Hey, babe.

How's it hanging?

- Hey, you.

- Laura.

- You want a dollar?

- Very fucking funny.

- We were about to leave, but then we saw the naked chicks.

- You mean burlesque performers.

- Yeah, yeah, whatever.

- Sweet.

Let's go in then, shall we?

I'm pretty fucking thirsty.

- All right.

I'll catch you later.

- You're not coming in?

- Dad sent me a text saying I've got to do something.

- Serious?

That's tough.

- I know.

- Well, text me if you come back.

Okay, babe?

- Will do.

- All right, love you.

- Love you.

- Ladies and gentlemen, Peita Breese.

- So how about that drink then?

- Yeah, I'll have a bourbon and Coke.

- Fine, I'll buy my own then.

- We're gonna get a seat.

- Yeah.

Wait, what are you having?

Yeah, two bourbon and Coke.

Hurry up.

- What are you having?

- You should try the Vanilla Sky.

It's yum.

- [Krista] What's in it?

- Vanilla vodka, blue curacao, vanilla essence, lemonade,

shaken with ice and it comes with a champagne chaser.

- [Krista] Ooh, sounds fancy.

I'll have that then.

- So who are you here with?

- Well, I was here with my best mate,

but she had to go all of a sudden.

- Doesn't that piss you off?

- No, it's all good.

I'll probably catch up with her later or something.

- So you like your own company, too.

- I haven't got a problem with it.

Are you here by yourself?

- Mm-hmm.

- What do you taste like?

What do you taste like?

I bet you're yum.

You are yum.

- You want to taste the rest of me, baby?

(uptempo jazz music)

- Sorry.

I prefer dick, honey.

- Shit, man.

Good thing we got in for free.

The drinks here are fucking stupid.

- Suck it up, high roller.

- What can I say?

Compared to Ibiza.

Sorry I can't bust my hump with you all day

selling set top boxes.

- Stolen set top boxes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Same shit, bruh.

Hey.

I'm gonna make a couple of deliveries later.

If you want in, I'll throw you on some.

- Do I look like a charity case?

- Nah, cuz.

You're family, bruh.

You telling me you can't use the money?

Just take it and go nuts.

Take some chick out on the town or something.

- What chick?

- Did you guys miss me?

- Of course we did, baby.

What took you so long?

(people applauding)

- I got a cocktail.

They take a bit longer.

- Among other things.

- She was hot.

Couldn't help myself.

- I'm not complaining.

I enjoyed the show.

- Thought you'd like it.

(upbeat jazz music)

(people applauding)

- I hope you were as enticed by the delightfully mysterious

Peita Breese as I was.

I'm feeling a little moist downstairs.

Well, this segues perfectly into our next act which features

vagina jokes through the art of mime.

Please welcome Gizmo and Sparkle.

- Yeah, it's fucking gay, man.

- Becca used to date that guy.

- What, that fag?

- His name's Cade.

They were supposed to catch up later tonight.

Guess that's not gonna happen.

- Yeah, Becca's got no fucking taste.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah, you got Ali fever?

Yeah?

Oh yeah, man?

Cool.

I can get it off to you tonight if you want.

Oh, yeah?

Cool.

Okay, bye.

- You've gotta go, too?

- Yeah, business calls.

You remember what we...

Remember what we were talking about before, cuz?

- [Ahmed] Yeah, listen.

We've gotta jet.

So give us your number and we'll call it

and catch up with you later.

- I'm not gonna give you my number.

You give me yours and we'll see if you get mine.

Ahmed, huh?

- That's my name.

Afraid to wear it out?

- Oi, cuz.

We've gotta fucking go.

- All right, all right.

Wait up.

Hey, what's your name?

- Krista.

You better get going.

He sounded cranky.

(people applauding)

(gasping)

(people applauding)

- [MC] Ladies and gentlemen, that was Gizmo and Sparkle.

Now, for our next performance.

- Good morning, I'm Anna Brown.

Cade Daniel, a club performer,

was pronounced dead at Sydney Royal Prince Albert Hospital

yesterday morning.

It is believed the young man died

of an overdose of illicit drugs.

More on this story later.

I'm Anna Brown.

- What are you up to today?

Who's this?

- Who's this?

As if, love.

- Can't believe you forgot me already.

How much you drink last night?

Shitload, plus other things.

Is this Ahmed?

- So you do remember me.

Didn't answer my question.

- Which question?

I told you a shitload.

- Which question?

I told you a shitload.

You're a funny one.

What are you up to today?

- You're a funny one.

What are you up to today?

Oh, that question.

Not sure.

Why?

- It's nice outside.

Let me take you somewhere.

- 'Cause it's nice outside.

Let me take you somewhere.

Where?

- Where?

Leave that to me.

- Be there in an hour.

Enough time for you?

Why the fuck not?

No, I'll see you at three.

- Sweet.

- But you need the address first, idiot.

(cell phone dinging)

Address, please.

(laughs)

(knocking on door)

- Hey.

(laughing)

What, no hello?

- Where is your fucking esky, mate?

Jesus bloody Christ.

Where are we going, the beach?

- [Ahmed] No.

Why, do you want to go?

- So, you just wear that?

- You've gotta be comfortable on your days off.

- [Krista] Do I make you uncomfortable?

- No.

Why would you?

- Whatevs.

Let's go.

- All right, maybe I should've gotten dressed up for you.

- No, I'm just having a go.

It's sweet in a retarded puppy kind of way.

- You know, you haven't asked me to do the windows up.

10 points.

- Why would I?

- Most chicks don't want the wind

fucking up their hair and shit.

- My hair's in a pony tail.

- Oh, yeah.

- I do make you nervous.

- Nah, not me.

I'm not afraid of anything.

- I didn't say afraid.

I said nervous.

Can I smoke here?

- Fuck yeah.

I was about to spark one up.

- Awesome.

(engine starts)

(elegant guitar music)

- One more for the lady.

- How have you been, Matt?

- Well, I just landed myself an executive sales position

with the Ludmer Group by the ripe old age of 25.

So I'm cruising pretty well.

So how have you been?

What have you been up to?

It's been forever.

I haven't seen you since the thing.

How long has it been?

- About eight years since high school.

- Cool.

What have you been up to?

- Same old, same old.

You know, working and shit.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You still see Krista?

- Well, yeah.

We're like fucking best mates.

- Yeah?

Well, did you see much of Cade?

Well, before he (clicks tongue).

- Before what?

- Oh, fuck.

You haven't heard, have you?

On the TV they, uh...

He's dead.

- Fuck.

We were together for a little while,

but I haven't seen him in years.

- I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

- Well, yeah.

I must sound terrible.

I think I should feel worse or something,

but I don't really feel anything.

- I get it.

It's like you said.

You haven't seen him in years.

So, uh.

Do you you have a boyfriend now?

- No.

Why?

- So, Ali, huh?

Becca says he's into some heavy shit.

- He's no big shot.

He's connected, sure, but he's nothing heavy.

- Well, how about you then?

Are you connected?

- Fuck no.

I send bodies down the river.

- Is that what you do on your weekends?

- No, man.

It's during the week.

- Fair enough.

You trust your cousin?

- Like a brother.

There's no secrets between me and him.

- Guess that counts for something, even for a dealer.

- Ali, he's not a bad guy when you get to know him.

He's just a bit rough around the edges.

- Well, who isn't?

He was good enough to keep you up making deliveries

when you could've been in bed with me.

- Hey, those deliveries paid for this.

- Then I'm not complaining.

- [MC] Ladies and gentlemen, would you please give

a warm welcome to Circaholics Anonymous.

(uptempo music)

♪ Big Snoop Dogg walking on air ♪

♪ Like a shot through my heart, such a fool, boy ♪

♪ How you spin me down

♪ Show me all the stars in your world, boy ♪

♪ Circling around

♪ But I can't let go 'cause I want you so ♪

♪ Baby, I'ma hold you tight

♪ If you just say so, I'll be falling in your arms tonight ♪

♪ Higher, flying higher

♪ Higher, flying higher

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Falling lights from the sky like a showdown ♪

♪ Lighting up the night

♪ I'll be your satellite, take my hand now ♪

♪ Till the end of time

♪ But I can't let go 'cause I want you so ♪

♪ Baby, I'ma hold you tight

♪ If you just say so, I'll be falling in your arms tonight ♪

♪ Higher, flying higher

♪ Higher, flying higher

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ Mind to mind, eye to eye

♪ Talking, walking in the sky

♪ Yea, yea what a player

♪ Cloud nine in the air

♪ Elevator, celebrator

♪ This feels good to me

♪ Love is peace, sea to sea

♪ Heart to heart, you and me

♪ What's it gonna be

♪ What you wanna do

♪ I just got to find some time and space to be with you ♪

♪ Taste the aroma all up on ya

♪ G is the word, free is the bird ♪

♪ Smoothing down, Snoop's in town ♪

♪ Blasting off in a cloud

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Feels like I'm walking on air ♪

♪ Feels like I'm flying

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ Big Snoop Dogg walking on air ♪

♪ Yeah

(people applauding)

- So, what do you do, apart from being a criminal?

- Fuck off, criminal.

- Well, they weren't exactly Smarties you were dropping off.

- All right.

Maybe just a little.

I sell set top boxes.

You know, for your TV.

- Sounds fucking boring.

(laughs)

- It fucking is.

Why do you think I go with Ali sometimes?

- Got to have some excitement in your life, I guess.

- What about you?

- Me?

I'm no dirty crim.

- I mean, what do you do?

- I work for a magazine.

- Cool.

Doing what?

- Writing bitchy columns.

- Sounds like something that would suit you.

- Hey, fuck off, buddy.

- Hey, I'm just saying it suits you

because you've got an attitude.

- Are you saying I've got an attitude problem?

- I didn't say problem.

I said attitude.

I like your attitude.

- What do you like about it?

- I think it's sexy.

- Sexy?

- Yeah, sexy.

Makes me want to bend you over.

(chuckles)

- So, how was he?

- Who?

- Ahmed, you dickhead.

- Oh, him.

He's all right.

- [Becca] Did he have a big cock?

- Hmm?

I don't want to talk about that.

- Okay.

Do you like him or something?

- Fuck no.

He's good for a rip, but that's about it.

- All right.

Thought you got all weird on me for a second.

- No, babe.

I'm fine.

- Hey, babe.

Something happened the other night.

- Something happened.

Fuck you, all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I mean all things considered.

- Yeah.

- [Becca] Let me guess.

Ahmed.

- Yeah, he wants to catch up in a little bit.

- Yeah, I fucking bet he does.

- I'll probably have to go soon.

So what happened?

- [Becca] Hmm?

- The other night.

- Doesn't matter.

- You sure, babe?

Okay, well, you'll have to tell me about it soon, all right?

- Sure, babe.

- [Krista] Okay.

Hey, see ya.

- Bye.

- [Ali] So, you fucked that Krista chick, eh?

- Who?

- The fucking blonde chick.

Becca's mate.

- What about her?

- Did you fuck her?

- Why, bruh?

- [Ali] What do you mean why?

I normally hear about where your dick's been

before the poor bitch has even felt it.

- Whatever, man.

Why don't we talk about where your dick's been for once, eh?

That's if you get any fucking action.

- Shut the fuck up, man.

I get fucking action.

Hey, pull over here.

- [Man] What's up, Ali.

- Yeah, what's up?

- Hey, man.

I think we've got a problem here.

- Yeah, what's that?

- You cut me short, bruh.

There's no way there's 300 worth here.

Fuck yeah.

No.

Yeah, you're right.

It's good.

- Cuz, you are one scary motherfucker.

- Yeah, whatever keeps the dickheads in line, huh?

- Yeah, just remind me not to get on your bad side, eh?

- You, cuz?

Not a fucking chance.

If you want to come by my place punch a few cans.

- Nah, cuz.

I've got shit to do tonight.

- Yeah, what, with Krista?

What a fucking dog.

What happened to bros before hoes?

- Bro, you plan to suck my dick instead?

- Yeah, you want to mine, you fucking faggot.

- Put your seat belt on.

- Shut up, faggot.

(muffled shouting and crying)

(gagging)

(sobbing)

♪ Understand that I didn't love a man ♪

- Sunday Special, baby.

♪ I bloodied my hand

- [Becca] Understand that I did love a man.

And on the double-edge sword of love and hate,

I bloodied my hand.

Illuminate what's in my heart to make my fate.

Can't tell you or debate the actions I make.

My alibi inexistent in your eye.

I dig a grave in which many will lie.

An animal aggression is inevitable.

I try to join your hand, but connection is futile.

So from this ledge I continue to fall.

♪ I try to join your hand, but connection is futile ♪

(singing in foreign language)

(heavy electronic music)

- You're next.

- And I'm Anna Brown.

There seems to be a serial killer

that is going around Sydney.

Another man has been found dead in Hyde Park.

- God, this woman is boring.

(cell phone dinging)

God, did I really just do that?

What you up to?

(uptempo salsa music)

Very swish.

- You hungry, babe?

- Yeah, and I have a coffee thirst too, thanks.

- Very well.

Good coffee, somewhere classy for the lady.

How about Macca's?

- Very fucking funny.

(engine starts)

- Love.

♪ Love is a blessing

♪ Love is a curse

♪ Love is an uncertain path

♪ Which I have traversed

♪ Maybe I'm cynical

♪ Maybe I'm dumb

♪ Maybe you just want to play with me ♪

♪ And have a little fun

♪ No, I'm not ordinary

♪ No, I'm not trash

♪ So why when I want you close, you gotta dash ♪

♪ I'm not a ragdoll

♪ I'm not a toy

♪ So why when I want a man, I get a boy ♪

♪ I'm sick of playing games

♪ I'm sick of jerks.

♪ I'm sick of being just your little perk ♪

♪ So when you want to play with me ♪

♪ When you want your fun

♪ At least treat me like a lady ♪

♪ Before I get my gun

(gasps)

- Man, this tastes shit cold.

- Well, whose bloody fault is that?

- Yours?

- Oh, yeah.

I did start it, didn't I?

How long has it been?

- About two hours.

- Kudos to us.

But I meant how long have we been, you know?

- I don't know, about two weeks.

- Sweet.

- Good morning, I'm Anna Brown.

(cell phone dinging)

Police have ruled out several key suspects.

- What up, bitch?

Bitch.

Okay, that's a bit much.

Please, don't call me that.

- They'll be more on this story later.

(cell phone dinging)

- Come on, boo.

You know you love it.

Nope.

Wrong, mate.

(cell phone dinging)

Admit it, bitch.

Admit you love it.

The fuck?

All right, I'll tell you how much I love it.

I was going to invite you over later on,

but now I'm not sure.

(cell phone dinging)

Guess this is your true face.

What a fuckwit.

- [Becca] What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

- I don't know, babe.

I mean, what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?

- You've got to think of something smartass to reply with.

- [Krista] I suppose so.

- You all right, babe?

- I don't get it.

I mean, you give 'me what they want

and they're fuckwits anyway.

He's been getting sex, no string attached,

for over a month now and he still pulls this shit.

I mean, isn't sex with no strings

supposed to be a guy's fucking dream?

- [Becca] Sure there's no strings?

- Fuck no.

You know me.

- Yeah, I do.

But isn't you.

Look, don't worry.

We all fall for dickheads at least once.

Sometimes more than once.

- Fall?

Who said anything about falling?

I like him. - Shut up, babe.

Just listen to yourself.

- It's pathetic, isn't it?

- No.

It makes sense that an asshole

would finally be the one to relieve it.

- Yeah, because the nice guys are so fucking boring.

- You know what would be funny?

- [Krista] What?

- If you send him this.

(laughs)

- Some creepy fucking mummed up mask.

- True face, get it?

- Oh, you're a classic.

(laughing)

(cell phone vibrates)

(phone clatters)

- So, any response?

- Nope.

- Got nothing to say to that.

Good one.

- Oh, well.

He'll reply when he wants to fuck.

- Fucking men, eh?

- Yep.

(sighs)

Nothing.

What the fuck?

Damn it.

He's turning me into a fucking girl.

Asshole.

Fuck this waiting around like a pansy shit.

Make me cry, will you?

Hey, Becca.

Can I have Ali's number?

Thanks.

- [Ali] Oh, it's you.

I told you to come by tomorrow.

- Well, I couldn't wait till then.

- Yeah, look.

Seriously, it's not a good time right now.

I'm pretty flat out.

- You don't look flat out.

- How about I hook you up tomorrow?

- It's actually about Ahmed.

- Ahmed?

Look, I'd love to stay and talk, but believe me,

seriously, it's not a good time right now.

Can you just give me a call tomorrow?

- He hasn't messaged me in almost a week now

and I figured you might be covering for him.

- Cover for him?

Now, why the fuck would I want to do that?

- [Krista] You tell me.

He's been acting different.

Has he said anything to you?

- I don't fucking know.

Maybe he's sick of you.

Seriously, I mean it.

Piss off.

- Look, mate.

You don't scare me.

I just want to know.

- Know what?

If he gives a shit?

He's fucking some other chick?

Yeah, he probably is.

I don't fucking know.

Go deal with it yourself.

Now, I mean it.

Piss off.

- Are you a hooker?

- No, I'm Mother Theresa.

- Oh, you guys are all as fucked up as one another.

Does Ahmed know?

- No.

If you know what's good for you, he won't fucking find out.

Don't think I won't do it.

Beneath all this nice guy bullshit

you know exactly what I am.

- Yeah, well I do now.

- Ali.

(chuckles)

Hey.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

- I love you, Jace.

I'm in love with you.

- You're not in love with me.

- I'm in love with you.

And I'm gay.

- Yeah, no shit.

- I'm gay.

- It's okay.

- I'm gay.

- Hey, it's okay.

Yes.

And it's okay.

Hey.

- I love you so much, Jace.

- I love you, too.

(Ali sobbing)

(bright music)

(singing in foreign language)

- I want you.

(heavy electronic music)

- What the fuck was that about?

(cell phone vibrates)

I had the weirdest fucking dream.

- What about, Sparky?

- Some shit about a mask and that clown Becca used to date.

- Speaking of masks, that shit you sent me the other day

gave me the creeps.

- Good.

You deserved it.

Why'd you ignore me?

- It's complicated.

- Don't think I'll be able to understand?

I'm not that fucking dumb.

- No, no, no.

It's not that.

- Go on.

- I like you.

- I like you, too.

- Scratch that.

I love you.

- Wow.

Well, me too.

- You love you, too?

- No, you shit.

You know what I mean.

Sparky.

You called me Sparky before.

What was that about?

- It's my new nickname for you.

It's 'cause you're like a fire that never goes out.

- And because I can jumpstart your engine?

- More like my heart.

(laughs)

- Oh, fuck off, buddy.

That's way too cheesy.

- You like it.

- Yeah, I kind of did.

What was with that bitch stuff?

- It helps if I treat girls like shit.

- Helps what exactly?

- Helps me get rid of them.

- And why would you want to get rid of me?

- So I don't get attached.

- Why wouldn't you want to get attached?

I mean, trust me, I'm the queen of not getting attached.

So I kind of get it, but if you really want someone.

- It's different if you're Muslim, babe.

- Why?

- I can't be with a girl if she's not a good Muslim girl.

- Well, I hate to break it to you, mate,

but you're not exactly a good Muslim guy yourself.

- Never said I was.

It's not me, it's my family.

They're very traditional.

- I've got traditions.

- Like what?

Putting shrimp on the barbie?

- Never had shrimp before in my life.

- I wish it was different, babe.

I really do.

But they'd never accept you.

- Mate, this is fucking Australia.

Whatever happened to multiculturalism?

- Who gives a shit?

I'm Muslim.

My family's Muslim.

That means if I want to be with them,

I have to be with a Muslim girl

unless I don't want to have anything to do

with my family ever again.

- They'd kick you out of the family.

- Glad you understand.

- Fucking typical.

I finally meet a guy who's bad enough to keep me interested,

he says he loves me, and then he tells me

he has to choose his family over me.

- Sorry.

- Sorry's not fucking good enough.

I have been shit on by men my whole fucking life.

And that's why I used to sleep around, to get even.

I'm done with that 'cause of you.

Yeah, I've fallen for you.

Becca was right.

I've been hurt before,

but I'm not gonna sit here and lose you

over a little fucking trifle like a bloody religion.

- Stop.

Stop, stop.

Please, stop.

Please, stop.

- No.

Ahmed, don't do this.

- Thank you.

Thank you for making me believe that this could work.

- No, Ahmed.

Please, don't do this.

- Shh.

When has it ever worked?

When?

- Please, don't leave.

- It's best if we just end this.

- No.

- Yes.

- I said no.

- Krista, I can't lose my family, okay?

- Fuck your family.

- Where the fuck is your family, anyway?

In another state?

You don't get it like we do.

- Like we do.

So now I'm another species or something.

- It's not like that, babe.

I didn't mean it that way.

- Go.

If you're gonna go, just fuck off.

I hope you choke on some fucking bacon!

- [Ahmed] Don't fucking say that.

- I can say whatever the fuck I want.

I'm not one of your three underage wives

or whoever your family is gonna force you to end up with.

- [Ahmed] Watch your fucking mouth, all right?

- Or what?

You know you're not hard like your cousin.

And you know what?

This is fucking bullshit

because your Muslim cousin fucks guys.

So why can't you be with me?

- [Ahmed] What the fuck did you just say?

- It's nothing.

Go.

- What the fuck did you just say?

- Get the fuck out!

- Police have taken 23 year old Sydney woman

Rebecca McGranger into custody after she confessed

to the murders of Cade Daniel and a string

of other young men found dead in Hyde Park.

Police have released a number of other key suspects,

but are still searching for 28 year old

Middle Eastern man Ali Hamad.

Mr. Hamad is wanted for questioning over his role

as accomplice in the murder of Daniel.

- I didn't know.

- [Anna On TV] I'm Anna Brown.

(sobbing)

- Fucking A.

This dickhead.

- [Ali On Message] Leave a message.

(message beeps)

- Cuz, would you pick up your fucking phone already?

- Ahmed?

Hey, Ahmed.

Look at me.

- I have something to do.

Seriously.

- You think you don't have any time for me?

Well, you're in some deep shit.

- My cousin's in deep shit, okay?

What the fuck are you talking about?

I don't want anything to do with you.

Fuck off.

- You think I want anything to do with you?

You haven't given me a fucking choice

now that I'm having your child.

Yeah, I'm pregnant.

You happy?

Do you see what your bullshit has cost you?

- I.

- Shut up.

I don't want to hear it.

Boo fucking hoo.

You're not the one who has to bear it, raise it,

teach it to be nothing like its womanizing asshole father.

I have no choice.

I'm a Muslim, not a fake like you.

Using your religion like a shield whenever you need it

and then spitting on Allah and The Prophet when you don't.

- I didn't know.

- Of course you didn't.

You've been too busy screwing your blonde whore.

You didn't even call to see if I got home safe.

You just took what you wanted and then you fucked off.

- I hated myself for doing that.

- You know what, Ahmed.

I hate you, too.

You're a man.

Your family will forgive you for what you've done to me.

Mine have disowned me.

You made me a whore in their eyes.

I haven't seen my father since I told him.

What do you say to that?

- I'm sorry.

- A guy like you doesn't change.

You're a pig.

And all pigs know what to do is take, and take, and take.

Leaving a great big trail of shit behind them.

I am a Muslim woman with no family,

a child I don't want,

and no partner to help me pay for diapers.

Do you know what I dream about every night?

I dream about a pig getting its throat slit.

- Fuck.

Oh, shit, Krista.

I fucked up so bad.

(cell phone ringing)

- [Rebecca On Phone] Did you see the news, babe?

Pretty crazy shit, huh?

- Crazy.

- [Rebecca On Phone] They said I could make one phone call.

I didn't really feel like talking to Mom, so I called you.

- Why?

- [Rebecca On Phone] I just wanted to hear a friendly voice.

- No.

Why?

- [Rebecca On Phone] Oh, the killing.

Because they were pigs.

Men, pigs, same thing.

I just got sick of ending up with mud on my face.

- Mud on your face?

- [Rebecca On Phone] Hey, don't you dare get judgemental.

You deal with men by being a vicious skank.

It's just my way of taking back the power.

Know what I mean?

Reckon I'll be famous for this?

There's not that many female serial killers.

- Come on, come on.

Come on.

Yes.

Yes.

Come on.

Yes, come on.

I need you to do this.

Yes.

Oh, you fucking cunt!

You fucking cunt!

(announcer chattering on TV)

- Mommy.

- What?

What is it?

- Steven touched me down here.

- Don't tell lies.

Why would my boyfriend touch you?

I never want to hear lies like that

come out of your mouth again.

Do you understand?

Go to your room!

Fuck.

Fuck.

- [Krista] You don't know anyone.

Some days you think you do.

You try your hardest to get to the core

of the people surrounding you,

but you never really get there.

You never really know them.

(uptempo electronic music)

Not your dealer, not you colleagues.

Not your lover.

Not even your best friend.

Face it, you don't know yourself.

Everyone hides behind a mask.

Sometimes many different masks.

I understand it's a part of life,

but what if the mask you wear takes you so far away

from the person underneath

that eventually you become that masked person

and the real you is lost?

Take me.

Who am I?

Some may see me as a drugged-up skank

trying to look fearless.

Or am I an unlikely lover spurned by her man?

The answer, beautiful girls.

The point is when it comes to the people you think you know,

the people you love,

sometimes you never see behind the mask.

It is always there shielding.

Until you decide to remove it, can be true.

(uptempo music)

♪ Would it be right to fight with a lover's right arm ♪

♪ Down a snake and grow then down blood vessels ♪

♪ I got a cross to suck the poison out ♪

♪ Slipping into scared and soloist survival ♪

♪ Following up through instinct's hardened cradle ♪

♪ Like a cross

♪ Like a cross

♪ To find your center ground

♪ Easy as her rise in the desert ♪

♪ If you dream today and hold tomorrow ♪

♪ Like a cross

♪ Like a cross

♪ Like a cross to find your way back home ♪