Original subtitles

("Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare)" by Kid Cudi)

(man) Alright, who else?

(woman) Uh, we need to have the Wilsons.

(man) Oh, shit!

- We can't forget the Wilsons. - The Wilsons.

Anyone else?

Uh... Thank you.

Um, nope.

I think that is it.

Alrighty, then.

Shall we?

Clear?

All clear.

Uh-oh.

- No. - Close call.

(chuckles)

Let's roll.

(beep)

(man on voicemail) Hey,this is Mitch.

Please leave a message and I'll get right back to you.

(woman panting)

(woman on recording) Please, tell me you're okay.

I've been trying the resort, but no-one's answering.

They're saying on the news that...

I'm so scared.

I need you.

I love you.

I'll keep trying.

I'll keep trying.

(dark sombre music)

(dark sombre music continues)

(Australian reporter) Tragic images continue to emerge

following the US Military's accidental deployment

of an experimental weapon

off the coast of Tasmania last week,

which resulted in the decimation of Hobart

and a total loss of life across the island.

Protests in Washington, D.C., have escalated

as pressure from the UN and the Australian Prime Minister

to hold the US President to account

has reached fever pitch.

Just why news reporters can't go into disaster zones...

(woman snores)

(intercom trills)

(pilot speaks indistinctly over intercom)

(reporter continues indistinctly)

I wasn't snoring, was I?

Not a peep.

(tinkling)

You know, apparently they didn't feel a thing,

just kind of drifted off to sleep.

Hopefully, he's one of the lucky ones that wakes up.

(dark music)

(reporter continues) ...has started to take shape.

Stretching beyond the fireball at the centre of the blast,

an electromagnetic pulse

resulted in the catastrophic neural failure

of all living things on the island,

causing their death.

We urgently need volunteers to come to Tasmania

and assist in the aftermath of this disaster.

This is a task of unprecedented scale.

The nation calls upon you to stand up

and to show the resilient spirit...

- (man continues indistinctly) - (woman breathes deeply)

(cadet) Our nation thanks you for volunteering your services

during this dark time.

Please, place your phone in the tub

and make your way over to the hangar for registration.

Your phones will be returned to you

upon departing the island.

Thank you!

- (truck engine churns) - (cadet) Welcome to Devonport!

Our nation thanks you... (continues indistinctly)

(helicopters whirr)

(people jostle and shout)

(tense music)

(people chatter busily)

(man) Next! Nice and quick.

Over there, please.

Is this information correct? Is that you?

- (woman) Go grab your kit... - (man shouting indistinctly)

- (woman) Next! - I wanna see my fuckin' wife!

- We get it! - (woman) Next!

(shouting continues)

Miss? ID. Hat off.

I'm here on a compassionate grounds exemption.

I'd like to join the body retrieval unit

down in the south of the island.

I need to get to a small town down there called Woodbridge.

No-one's going south of Hobart yet.

Sorry?

The whole city's still burning.

You're gonna have to sit tight till the fires are out.

Look, stick with your unit.

You'll make it south eventually.

(stammers)

Who was down there?

(tearfully) My husband.

I'm sorry.

It's just how it is.

Go grab your kit.

You'll be moving out soon with Unit 209 just over there.

- Next, please! - Listen.

I'm a physical therapist.

Maybe I could help out with things while I wait.

Your exemption was for

disaster victim identification,

body retrieval.

That's what you're doing while you're

on the island or you're heading home.

Is it true what they're saying?

(captain) I'm sure you've all heard the rumours

and I can confirm... they're true.

In rare circumstances, we're observing

unusual behaviour from some of the deceased.

Now, we have no way of knowing

when a victim may come back online.

But take it from me -

the lights are on, no-one's home.

- (people muttering) - Listen! Listen!

(all quieten)

If you happen to come across a victim

who's showing signs of activity,

the military will be there to take care of them,

efficiently, with the dignity they deserve.

The odd ones that do come back online,

I can assure you they are docile, slow moving.

You have nothing to fear.

So just stay calm and let us do our job.

(solemn dreamy music)

(speaks indistinctly)

- (dreamy music continues) - (chatter over radio)

Hey, mate? Hey, mate? Can I just...

How many of them have actually come back?

Look.

If you come across one, pop your flare,

me and the boys will come in, sort it out.

Hey, you'll be alright.

Why only some of them?

It's gonna be okay.

(breathes shakily)

(grim music)

(indistinct chatter over radio)

(grim music intensifies)

(engine rumbles)

(bus brakes hiss)

(woman) Two to a house! Partner up. Let's move!

Thank you. I want to see a sense of urgency, people!

Move!

(people chattering busily)

(uneasy music)

(wind chimes tinkling)

(woman) Over here!

(footsteps thud softly)

(woman) You know, it was hard saying goodbye to them, but...

I felt like I had to pitch in down here.

What about you? Got kids?

(soft music)

No.

(children's voices echo faintly)

(sombre music)

(woman) I'll check upstairs!

(footsteps thud)

(breathes shallowly)

(music builds)

(water running)

(breathes shakily)

(breathing slows and echoes)

(dark music)

(tractor rumbles)

(exhales heavily)

(wind blusters)

Hey, are you okay?

Uh, I need to, um...

I need to go.

I need to hug my girls.

- Okay. - (camera clicks)

(helicopter whirrs)

(door thuds)

(man retches)

Sorry, mate.

I'm fuckin' done.

(man spits and retches)

You're gonna need to find someone else.

(man coughs and gags)

(door slams open)

(whistles) Anyone home? Are you there? Oi!

I don't get it.

Why do only some of them come back, not all of them?

(man) Fucked if I know. Poor bastards.

Imagine having to die twice.

(grunts) Fuck that.

Are you just gonna fuckin' stand there or what?

Fuck.

(woman) Oh, doesn't the smell bother you?

- Of course it does. - Where's your mask?

(man scoffs)

How's that thing working out for ya?

Is it fuckin' cherry-flavoured or something? Up!

(angelic Italian opera music)

(grunts)

(angelic music continues)

(water running)

(grunts)

(angelic music continues)

(sighs)

(both strain and grunt)

(fabric ripping)

Great. Fucking great!

- Where are you going? - To shit.

- Is that okay with you? - Now?

I don't know. Find some fucking rope or something.

Horsepower's the only way we're getting

her fat fucking arse out of here.

(grunts)

(door thuds)

(soft melancholy music)

With this ring, I...

If I can get it on.

Uh, I bind my life to yours... forever.

(toilet flushes)

(woman) Do you know there was a chicken called Miracle Mike

who went on living for 18 months

after they chopped its head off?

- (man) Oh, get fucked. - (woman) Nah, it's true.

The farmer who tried killing it aimed too high

and left, like, a little bit of its brain intact

'cause, you know, birds have these, like, big eye sockets

so the brain can't fit in the skull

so part of it gets squished into its neck.

Headless chooks... What are you talkin' about?

Well, don't you reckon they could learn so much

about, like, neural pathways and all that

if they studied one of the ones coming back,

instead of just blowing their heads off?

I'll give you the hot tip, alright?

You can think about this, that and a third, all you want -

but while we're here, we stick together.

- (woman 2) He's gonna wake up! - You get me?

He is! I know he is! He's gonna wake up!

- He's gonna wake up... No! - (soldier speaks indistinctly)

Wake up! Wake up!

(soldier) Come on.

(woman weeps) No!

Wake up. Oh, my boy!

My boy...

(woman sobs)

(sorrowful pensive music)

(man) What? So like a masseuse?

No, not like a masseuse. Like a physical therapist.

So you don't do massage?

Uh, there's massage involved.

My shoulder's been killing me

since we started lifting all these dead fucks.

You reckon you can take a look?

- Uh, maybe. - Awesome!

- Thanks, Ava. - I said maybe.

(gentle music)

(heartbeat echoes)

(knock at door)

(door opens)

(trembles)

(Mitch) It'll happen.

I promise.

We have all the time in the world.

(whistle trilling)

- (woman outside) Hey! Here! - (man outside) Oi, hurry up!

- Hurry up! - He's in there! He's in there!

(soldier) Go, go, go!

(man) Fuck this!

Oh, don't fucking help!

- (gunshots) - Oh!

(indistinct shouting)

(door creaks)

(man whistles softly)

Hey, GTS Monaro. Fuck me!

Someone looked after you.

(keys jangle)

(car door opens)

(splattering)

Clay.

(car door shuts)

(unearthly music)

Righto.

(garage door rattles)

(unearthly music continues)

(Clay) Oi!

They're coming.

(unearthly music continues)

(muted gunshots)

Go forth on your journey from this world,

in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen. - (bell rings)

(trucks rumbling and beeping in distance)

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(Mitch's voice echoes) Come on!

Let's go!

(helicopters whirr)

(pensive music intensifies)

Fuck.

(muffled chatter in distance)

(man shouts joyfully)

(people whoop and cheer)

(rock music plays loudly in distance)

(people chant and cheer)

(man) Keep it down, you lot!

Some of us are trying to sleep!

(man 2) Fuck you!

(music and chatter in distance)

(helicopter whirrs outside)

(woman) Going somewhere?

I was just getting some air.

That's what the courtyard's for.

(indistinct chatter on radio)

Surprised we let any Yanks chip in at all.

Ask me, should've been a blanket ban.

(rock music continues in distance)

Go blow off some steam with that lot.

(rock music continues)

(cheering and shouting)

(people shout) Four, three, two, one!

(cheering and laughter)

(Clay) Well, Ava,

here's to all the Lady Mc-fucking-lard-arses

and their narrow fucking hallways.

Who knows what beautiful sights and smells

awaits us tomorrow?

(people cheer)

So what's so special in Hobart, then?

My husband.

Ugh.

He was at a work retreat just south of there

at a town on the coast called Woodbridge.

(stammers)

The man in the garage today,

he seemed like he wasn't fully gone,

like a part of him was still there,

like he was lost, scared.

I saw a guy covered in fuckin' motor oil

who just came back from the dead.

Didn't spend too long gazing into his eyes.

He looked at me, right at me.

He seemed more than just nerve endings,

more than just a chicken without its head.

- If Mitch is like that... - Then what?

Goodnight, Clay.

(American accent) Till tomorrow, partner!

(banging)

(creaking and scraping)

(scraping and thudding)

(roars)

(helicopter whirrs outside)

(dark music)

(door rattles)

(Clay) Holy fucking shit!

What a fucking beauty!

I gotta figure out how to get this bad boy

past the higher-ups.

Give my fuckin' left nut to take her for a spin, hey?

What do you reckon they'd throw at me?

Talking months or years?

Anyway...

...good chat.

Jesus Christ.

(Clay) Fuck me dead! (scoffs)

Some way to end a fuckin' buck's.

Check out the groom-to-be.

(Clay scoffs)

(Ava) Best day ever.

(Clay) What goes on tour, right? Yoink!

(clears throat)

(sniffs) Oh.

Do you fancy a bump?

A little early for me.

Hmph.

So you ride, huh?

Been dicking around on dirt bikes since I was a kid.

Never got the chance on something like that, though.

(Ava) On something like that,

there might be a way around the worst of it.

(Clay) The worst of what?

The roads, the smoke, the army.

The main arteries will be a mess,

but once we get to Mount Wellington,

it looks like there are some narrow roads we could take.

If we stick to the suburbs that are already cleared

there should be a way to get to the highway

without them spotting us.

We're... we're 200 miles from the Enso Resort.

Leave now, get a good enough run, who knows?

Could be there later today.

You'd get to take her for one hell of a spin

and wouldn't even have to give up your left nut.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just wait up, Ava.

You might've signed up to this to find your hubby,

but I want to make a difference.

My country needs me.

The dead need me.

(laughs) I'm just fucking with you.

- Mmm, I'll find some helmets. - Really?

Yeah, we'll need a full tank too.

Whoo! Alright, let's fucking roll.

(bottle clinks and rattles)

(Ava breathes shallowly)

(crackling and gurgling)

(helicopter whirrs loudly outside)

(grating and crackling)

(gnashing)

(crackling)

(softly) Can you hear?

(crack)

Ava! What are you doing?

Get the fuck away from it!

(gnashing)

(low tense music)

(helicopter whirrs in distance)

(indistinct chatter on radio)

(people chattering)

("Hertz" by Amyl and the Sniffers)

♪ I wanna go see the country

♪ I want to get out of here... ♪

(Clay) Whoo!

♪ I'm sick of lookin' at graffiti

♪ On the walls of the grey walls, the city... ♪

- You good? - Yeah.

♪ I want the breeze in my hair

♪ I am touching your leg and

♪ I have my hand in your hand

♪ Take me to the beach, take me to the country

♪ Climb in the back seat if you love me

♪ Hire me a car, I wanna go driving

♪ Climb in the back seat... ♪

(Clay) Tuck it in!

(engine revs)

♪ That's where you'll find me

♪ I want you to love me... ♪

(brakes squeal)

♪ Do you love me? ♪

- (Ava) Oh! - Shit.

- (engines rumble) - (Clay) Quick. Over there!

Come on, come on, come on!

(engines rev)

(tyres squeal)

(uneasy music)

(gunshot)

(soldiers shout)

(engines rumble)

(engines fade)

(pensive music)

(foreboding music rises)

(motorcycle engine roars)

(Clay coughs)

Fuckin' masks! (coughs) Where the fuck are they?

(coughs)

- (Ava wheezes) - Got 'em!

- (crackling and gnashing) - Fucking hell.

(squelching and cracking)

(coughs)

(engine revs)

(cracking)

(eerie music)

(music intensifies)

(music fades)

(motorcycle engine whirrs in distance)

(engine stops)

(water dripping)

(tap squeaks, water runs)

(Clay grunts)

Fuck.

(groans)

Fuck me.

(Ava) Hm, okay, you win.

(Clay) Really?

(winces) Oh, fuck!

- Want me to stop? - No, no, keep going.

Whatever you're doing hurts like fucking fuck,

but please keep going.

- (crack) - Mmm!

There, there, there, there, there. Fuck me.

So how long you been doing this, then?

Almost six years.

Just recently opened my own clinic.

What about your hubby? What did he do?

He's in renewable energy.

Every year, delegates from the company he works for

have a big meet-up.

This time around, it was someone's

bright idea to pick Tasmania.

Huh. Shit, hey?

What about you?

I'm a builder. I got my own little business in Melbourne.

I was putting the frames up on this old duck's reno

when she brought me over to the TV to watch the news.

Did you lose anyone close?

You hit the spot, Ava. I think I'm all good.

(thud)

(cracking)

(heavy footsteps)

(Clay) Where the hell did he wander in from?

(unsettling music)

Buddy, we're closed! Go be a dead cunt somewhere else.

(gnashing)

(terrifying music)

(gunshot)

(Clay mutters) Fuckin' hell.

(low gnashing)

I noticed a pattern with ones like him.

The longer they go on, the more agitated they become.

(grinding)

They start to lash out.

(grinding)

(squelch)

(squishing)

What are you two doing down here?

Taroona's restricted.

The whole south is.

We're from body retrieval.

I'm looking for someone.

Who?

My husband.

And you? What's your story?

- He's... - I'm helping her get there.

Chauffeur.

And where's that?

Woodbridge.

How'd you make it through Hobart?

Wasn't easy, mate.

We had to find our way around the smoke.

It nearly cost us our lungs, didn't it?

Hmm.

That's some bike you got there.

Yeah, she was a little dusty,

but she'll be better for the run.

Take it for a spin.

Come with me.

He needs to make an official statement.

So do you, so wait in there.

Chow down on whatever you want and we'll be right back.

It's alright, Ava.

It was fun while it lasted.

(soldier) Sit tight.

(door shuts and locks)

Let's go.

(Clay) So it's just you all alone out here, is it, mate?

- No unit? - Into the kitchen.

(Clay) Hey, listen, I know you've got to follow protocol,

but can't we just keep this in-house?

No harm, no foul, right?

(pensive music)

(doorknob rattles)

(breathes shakily)

I'm sorry, Mitch.

(metal clinks)

(metal clinks)

(pensive music continues)

(footsteps approach)

(Mitch) Why didn't you pick up when I called?

(keys jangle)

(sighs)

You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk.

(footsteps approach)

(lock clicks)

(door opens)

Some mate you got there.

Bloke did a bloody runner.

Said he needed to take a piss.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt

and he left me in the dust.

Spent the last couple of hours trying to find him.

They'll throw the book at him now.

Look, Ava.

I know what you're going through.

Closure is important.

So I'm gonna give you safe passage through to Woodbridge.

But...

if you find your husband...

I hope you understand what that could mean.

And I also need to know that you're not gonna do a runner.

I... I'm not. I promise.

We just need to pick up a few things first, alright?

(low tense music)

(Ava sighs)

(engine rumbles)

(tense music continues)

How much further?

Almost there.

(tense music continues)

(engine revs)

The place was run by an old farmer and his wife.

The whole place was stocked with canned food

before I stationed here.

I found some meat in the freezer.

Another day or two before it turns.

(engine rumbles)

(brakes squeak)

(engine shuts off)

(soldier) Well, come on.

I'm a half-decent cook when I want to be.

I thought you were just picking up some things.

I'm running on fumes.

So, let's grab something while we're here.

(door shuts)

(footsteps recede)

(cutlery clinks)

Don't let it get cold.

Try some of the corn.

"If you're hungry, you'll eat anything."

That's what my dad drilled into me since day dot.

He was an army man too.

He actually met a colonel once

who was right there when you Yanks

first started toying around with that pulse technology.

Hmph.

Of all the patches of ocean

they could've tried it out on, hey?

It still doesn't seem real.

Katie.

My wife.

We were expecting our first.

A little boy,

only a couple of weeks away.

She was down here visiting her folks in Queenstown.

You don't mind if I...

I was part of a training exercise

up in a place called Townsville on the mainland.

You know it?

(lighter clicks)

As soon as I heard the island wasn't radioactive,

I talked my way onto one of the first choppers down here.

Found them in the house.

(sighs) Katie's childhood home.

(breathes shakily)

They were all, uh...

sitting around the kitchen table,

middle of breakfast.

Toast rack was still full.

I picked out a nice-looking tree in the backyard.

This dinky little swing Katie used to have as a girl

still hanging from it.

Started digging.

Made it all as nice as I could for 'em.

I'm sorry.

People, when they get sick, you know, terminal...

their loved ones, they get that... that moment,

the long goodbye.

The way this went down,

the rug getting pulled like it did...

I don't know.

It was a special kind of cruel.

It meant everything, getting to see her for myself.

Don't know what I would've done without that.

She didn't come back?

(exhales shakily) When are we leaving?

Soon.

Before we get going, there's, um...

something I need to ask you.

(tense music)

(inhales sharply)

(exhales)

(music builds)

(music intensifies)

(knock at door)

(soldier) Uh, how's it going in there?

(music crescendos)

I'm ready.

My hair's a little wet. Sorry.

Your hair's fine.

You saw she was a redhead anyway.

Just one dance. That's all.

If you don't mind.

(music plays faintly on headphones)

(soldier exhales)

Here.

This will help.

("You Said Something" by PJ Harvey)

♪ The Empire State Building

♪ And you said something

♪ That I've never forgotten

♪ We lean against railings

♪ Describing the colours

♪ And the smells of our homelands

♪ Acting like lovers... ♪

(whispers) You're beautiful.

♪ How did we get here... ♪

I'm sorry, Katie.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

Both of you.

I can feel him in there.

(chuckles)

Oh, what a trip.

That's not it.

You're not wearing it.

You...

You're not wearing it.

The song's ending.

I told you to put everything on, the ring as well.

The song's over.

Do you mind swapping it out?

You said one dance. We danced.

Now, please take me to my husband.

But, uh...

But...

You ruined it. I...

You ruined everything.

Uh, I'm sorry. It's... it's my fault.

I should have double-checked.

Uh... Can you please put it on?

No. I'm not taking my ring off.

(uneasy music)

We need to start again.

I'm not taking off my ring. I'm not starting again.

Please. I played my part.

Put it on...

or our deal's over.

Stay back.

Ava...

I said stay back!

- (Ava pants) - Arggh!

No...

- Hey, hey! Wait! No! - (thudding on door)

- Ava! - Stay the fuck away from me!

I'm not your fucking wife!

Leave me alone, please!

- (thudding continues) - Leave me alone!

(soldier) Ava, open the door.

(thud)

Please, just come out of there, okay? Let me explain.

Ava!

Oh, my God.

(grunts)

You want to know why only some of them come back?

It's 'cause they're the ones with unfinished business.

Like Katie.

She wasn't ready to go. It wasn't her time yet.

All she wanted was to be a mum.

And she will. She'll be a great mum.

Ava, open the door.

Please, Ava. You don't understand.

He's alive. I felt him kick.

He's waiting for his mum.

He's waiting for me.

Open the fuckin' door! (grunts)

Ava! Open it!

Ava, come out of there! Come out of there!

(thudding)

Just listen to me! Please!

(continues shouting and banging)

(Ava grunts)

- (thudding inside) - Ava!

(pants)

(lock rattles and squeaks)

(soft thud)

(sinister music)

Ava!

Ava!

(door opens)

Ava?

Ava?

Come on.

(crackling)

(gasps)

Ava?

(chains rattle)

(gnashing)

(soldier) Ava, come out of there.

- (crackling and grinding) - (soldier) It's not safe.

They're getting more hostile by the day.

(chains rattle)

(soldier) Look.

I'm sorry, alright?

(teeth grinding)

(chains clink)

(gnashing)

Ava?

Ava, come on. Just come out and we can make things right.

I said I'd take you to your husband.

(grinding)

We can still do that.

(teeth crackling)

Just come out of there.

(gnashing)

Ava, come on.

You can't stay in here all night.

Sweetie, I can't find my ring.

Did you see it?

(grinding and gurgling)

Shall we go get it?

Then we can finish our dance.

(crackling)

Come out of there.

(faint jangling)

Oh, you poor thing.

Let me patch you up.

Would you?

Of course.

(soldier trembles)

(teeth crackling)

It's too late, Ava.

You ruined it.

You shouldn't have ruined...

Ugh!

(splattering)

(soldier groans)

(body thuds)

(gurgling)

(gasps)

(sputters)

(keys jangle)

(pants)

(haunting music)

(engine churns)

(engine starts)

(haunting music continues)

(heartbeat echoes)

(engine rumbles)

Please, Mitch. Please stay.

(huffs)

I don't think that's a good idea right now.

Well, at least let me drive you to the airport.

No...

The car's almost here.

(zipper buzzes)

I'll be back in a week. Let's talk then.

(footsteps recede)

(door shuts in distance)

(Ava murmurs)

(groans softly)

(wind whistles in distance)

(footsteps thud softly)

(exhales slowly)

(waves crashing)

(glass crunches)

(waves crashing in distance)

(crackling)

(footsteps crunch)

(glass crunches)

- (snarling) - (gasps)

(gnashing)

Oh! (grunts)

(axe clatters)

(grunts)

(snarling and gnashing)

(Ava exclaims and grunts)

(terrifying music)

(Ava) Oh, please!

Arggh!

(grunts)

(pants heavily)

(cracking and snarling)

(grunts)

(screams)

(scream echoes and fades)

(door creaks)

(door thuds and rattles)

(metal groans)

(exhales)

(sighs)

(exhales)

(winces)

(moans)

(gasps)

(creaking outside)

(rattling)

(metal clangs)

(rattling continues)

(sharp scraping)

(wheezes)

(soft music)

(digging continues)

(low sorrowful music)

(grunts)

(sorrowful music continues)

(Mitch's voice) Just a little further.

(Ava's voice) Just a little further.

(music builds)

(Ava grunts)

(muted whack)

(body thuds)

(pensive music)

(door creaks)

(soft music)

(snarling)

(crackling)

(thudding)

(door shuts)

(dark momentous music builds)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(dark music continues)

(music fades)

Hi, babe.

(softly) I'm here.

(waves crashing faintly in distance)

(door rattles)

(wind howls outside)

She's pretty.

Was pretty.

(Ava sighs)

Well...

...nothing to report?

No unfinished business?

Here I am.

I'm right here, Mitch.

We're just gonna leave this giant fucking mess

the way it is?

Wake up.

Please, wake up.

Mitch?

Mitch, please.

Please, wake up.

Please.

(Ava weeps)

(dark music rises)

(muffled male voice) Ava?

Ava?

- Mitch? - (door opens)

(waves crashing in distance)

(Ava) I wanted to start IVF.

He said we just had to give it time.

We started fighting.

A lot.

I didn't know what we were to each other anymore.

I hooked up with someone.

I told Mitch about it before he flew down here.

I thought if I could find him...

...any version of him...

...that I could somehow fix things.

But I can't.

(Ava sniffles)

(sniffs)

(chuckles)

(inhales deeply)

Hannah, my daughter,

and her mum Bridgette.

They don't want anything to do with me.

I thought I'd come down here.

Show them how selfless I am.

Thought maybe they'd see me in a new light or something.

I called Bridgette and told her I was pitching in.

A big fuckin' hero.

She told me to get fucked.

(liquid sloshes)

I came down anyway.

I thought I'd... still show her.

(sighs) Believe it or not,

sometimes I just can't get out of my own way.

Stupid.

Anyway...

how'd you get away from that fuckin' psycho?

(Ava) You first.

("Vitamin C" by Can)

♪ Her daddy got a big aeroplane

♪ Her mummy holds all the family's cash

♪ A beautiful rose

♪ Standing at the corner

♪ She is living in and out of tune... ♪

(both chatter indistinctly)

♪ Hey, you! ♪

(splash!)

(Ava laughs)

(song continues)

(both laugh and chatter)

(gnashing)

(snarling)

(bottle thuds)

♪ Hey, you! ♪

(grunts)

- (Clay) Ava... - (grunting and yelling)

Ava!

(song fades)

(low snoring)

(waves crashing faintly in distance)

(continues snoring)

(angelic Italian opera music)

(angelic music continues)

(both grunt and puff)

Phew! Just like old times, hey, partner?

Are you gonna hurl?

(angelic music continues)

Oh, shit.

Sorry, Ava.

Are you fucking serious?

Sorry.

Fuck!

(angelic music continues)

(engine rumbles)

(angelic music continues)

(music ends)

(brakes squeak)

(crackling)

(Clay sighs) Your move, ginger.

I'll just go around her...

What the fuck are you doing?

(door opens)

Fuck.

Ava?

(low crackling)

(Clay) What's she waiting for?

(solemn music)

(crackling)

(woman breathing raggedly)

(gasping and panting)

(music rises)

(music fades)

(crying in distance)

(Clay) Ava!

(crying continues)

(tense music builds)

(pants)

(baby wailing)

(baby cries)

(music intensifies)

(baby fusses)

(gently) Hey.

Here.

Hey, hey.

Hey, you're okay.

- (baby fusses) - Hey. (chuckles softly)

Hey.

(momentous music rises)

Hey, shh.

You're okay. You're okay.

Hey.

You're okay.

("Help I'm Alive" by Metric)

♪ Can you hear my heart

♪ Beating like a hammer?

♪ Beating like a hammer?

♪ Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer

♪ Hard to be soft

♪ Tough to be tender

♪ Come take my pulse

♪ The pace is on a runaway train

♪ Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Beating like a hammer

♪ Help, I'm alive

♪ My heart keeps beating like a hammer. ♪

(gentle music)