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- Hi, everyone.

Wait. Sorry.

Uh, God, I don't even know where to start, start.

Um.

It's just...

This is so new to me.

Testing.

This whole talking to the camera thing.

Can anyone hear me?

Don't get me wrong.

I love being on camera,

but talking about myself and shit.

Not so good.

So, um, to tell you a little something about myself.

I'm a Cancer.

That's, that's good enough, right?

I, I sing.

Oh, um, I can do this with my tongue.

Hmm?

- She was amazing.

I can't believe I actually saw her.

You know, it's actually amazing.

- I've done a bit of modelling,

but I'm really trying to move away

from a lot of that stuff now.

Uh, I just really want to do stuff

that's a lot more personal.

What that's gonna be,

well, you'll just have to wait and see.

- Oh, dear.

You're my only

- This is one of the most despicable

obscene, unforgivable things that I have ever seen.

I don't, I don't give a shit who's responsible

because either way, this bitch, she needs to go.

- Do you have any regrets for what you...?

- So, yeah.

I think this is going to be fun.

- Hello.

I'm Max.

Max Wren.

W-R-E-N

like the bird.

I'm a filmmaker, I guess.

And, uh.

This is where the magic happens.

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm not good with words.

Please.

Please, please, please.

I love this one.

- Hi everyone, and welcome back to my channel.

It's so nice to have you here with me on this very fine day.

And I hope that wherever you are in the world right now,

you're having a great one so far.

So, a fair few of you in the forums have been requesting

that I make a video of some of my cameras.

Um, big shout out to the LoneWolf91

for making that request multiple times.

You are the best.

Uh, firstly, I just want to say

that I absolutely adore cameras.

I have been collecting them since I was a child.

My dad is to blame for my obsession.

He was...

He was always taking all these videos and photos of me

when I was little,

but he, actually, he wouldn't want me talking about that.

Um, so yeah.

Uh, you may have noticed me using,

uh, this National VHS camcorder.

Um, I've used this one for quite a few of my videos.

I have ones that are better than this,

but I just really love the way that this one captures life.

Oh, and don't even get me started

on that four by three frame.

It is just delightful.

In fact, let me show you.

Okay, so I'm going to be

uploading this video to the forums.

So, say hi.

Say hi everyone.

Oh, I hope you're all ready to be caught on tape

for all eternity.

Um,

this, this one actually came out

at a really special time in history.

Okay, so it's like,

shit, 4 a.m. on a Thursday.

Dad passed out like an hour ago.

Booze bag.

But I can't sleep.

Oh, I'm fucking wired.

Hey, you want to see something?

Something I found.

Sort of.

Don't be afraid.

It won't hurt you.

Yet.

Oh,

awesome, right?

It's Dad's.

Well, I don't know, I just

find it sexy, you know?

You know what it is?

It's all those action movies I watched growing up.

Lying there on the couch next to Dad.

Mmm.

Watching Rambo, Predator, Die Hard.

Anything, really?

Ten beers later and he'd pass out.

I pulled it out once.

Well, a few times.

But this one time, after we'd been watching Unforgiven.

I pulled it out, and I pointed it right at him,

pretending that I was Clint Eastwood.

Hey there, my little freaks.

And welcome back to another spooky Saturday session.

It's the show where we talk about

all of the creepiest stuff in the world whilst I get ready.

So today we're going to be learning about

this incredible ritual

that the good people of Puerto Rico

and apparently New Orleans get up to.

It's called, extreme embalming.

So, we know that a lot of cultures view death differently.

For some, it's the eternal sleep.

For others, it's all about being this

idealised version of yourself in a perfect heaven.

Well, the idea behind extreme embalming

is to take the body,

and to make it look as lifelike as possible,

so the person just looks like they're sleeping.

Then the family of the deceased will come in, take the body,

and pose it in this sort of otherworldly tableau,

to place them in the context

of the things that they love the most.

Some people find this practice really creepy,

but I legit think it's genuinely beautiful

to honour someone's legacy like that.

Keep their memory alive.

- You know what's amazing?

So we might go in and try...

- All these coincidences

in our worldviews.

I began spotting them years ago, and...

And I keep an ongoing tally.

I have done for years.

Which is to say nothing of all the other coincidences on here.

The first I noticed was our birthdays.

We were both born almost exactly four weeks apart,

which means in turn, we share a star sign, Cancer.

Our personalities line up too.

Both very protective, very loyal.

Kind of stubborn too.

Of course, um,

Of course,

there's also our homes.

Both only children who were raised poor.

We both come from broken homes.

Both hate our parents.

A lot of trauma, a lot of darkness there.

Both pale and fragile.

In need of care.

I guess the only thing that we don't have in common

is our eyes.

You have blue eyes, I have brown eyes.

I hate that.

You have no idea how badly I wish I had blue eyes, Nore.

Nore?

- You think you know me?

You'll dread me.

You know?

I need my chance.

- Fine.

Whatever you say.

- So let's jump right into the news, shall we?

And look, I really don't want to,

but we have to talk about

the internet's most controversial

and perhaps most dangerous artist.

Lenore.

Yes, that's right.

The usually very prolific content creator's

uncharacteristically long online silence

has culminated in the disappearance

of everything related to her.

I'm talking her website's

socials, live streams, donation platforms.

It's all gone.

Now, just in case you've been living under a rock on Mars,

Veronica Brand, aka Lenore,

has been around for quite some time.

Back when she used to do her makeup,

and talk about her boring life.

But she rose to fame a couple of years back

through a series of ridiculous, short-lived music career,

political activism, public stunts,

all came crashing down just a few months ago

in what has since become known as

the notorious Playschool Incident.

The playschool incident was a broadcast signal hijack

that took place on March 21st of this year,

during which one of Lenore's most infamous videos,

in which she has a miscarriage on camera,

was spliced into the hit TV show for Kids, Play School.

It played for seven minutes straight, uninterrupted.

Now, Lenore herself was apparently mortified,

and denied any involvement in or knowledge of the incident.

But given her past history, and you know,

her acts of art terrorism, as she calls it,

even some of her little freak followers,

they're not buying it.

- Hey guys,

I seriously cannot believe that I am making this video.

I mean, I didn't think I'd ever actually

have to talk about this publicly,

but we need to find her.

It has gone too far.

Like, this isn't just some internet tea anymore,

this is real life.

Don't even get me started on the stupid Play School thing.

No.

We all know she had nothing to do with it.

Anyway, she had been really quiet,

but still posting up until about a week ago,

and then completely wild.

Her socials, scrubbed,

her channel hides 100 plus videos,

and her numbers have dropped by millions,

and she wouldn't do that.

That channel was her life.

None of the mods in the community have heard.

So we obviously think

that someone has taken control of her accounts.

I mean, some are just saying it's her dad

who's a very controversial figure in her life for sure,

but...

look, nobody knows what's happened,

but we need to find her ASAP.

So to help the mission, I have set up a GoFundMe,

and all proceeds will help to find our queen,

and kill whoever did this.

No, no, no, a joke, hey.

But we will find her.

- In the aftermath, her followers became irrational,

hysterical, even.

They wanted to grieve, to rage.

They wanted a scapegoat,

an excuse.

They wanted an answer.

Even if that answer was stupid.

But some things are bigger than that.

Like her.

I once saw a thing about these olive trees

in Jerusalem that predate Christ.

They are, for lack of a better word, dead

or dying at least.

And yet, they still bear fruit every year.

I mean, I've never been there.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, cut that.

Jehovah's Witnesses.

Nothing more.

Yeah, that's all, Max, nothing more.

Hello?

This Max?

Max Wren?

It's Sam.

We used to work together at the network, remember?

- Oh, yeah.

How are you going, man?

Yeah, whatever, look, you're on a forum thing, right?

You want some footage for a movie or some shit?

- Yeah.

Yeah, um, so it's for this documentary that I'm making.

Right, sure.

Are you gonna let me in?

- What?

Let me in.

- Uh, all right, one second, please.

Ta.

- One sec, please.

- You live here now?

- Yeah.

- It's nice.

- Thank you.

- You got a girl in here?

- What? - A girl, man,

- You got a girl?

- Well, yeah.

- Well, so where is she?

She's sick of you or something.

- Oh, no, no.

She's asleep.

- Well wake her up, then, man, let's meet her.

- I can't.

Heavy sleeper.

So what have you got for me?

- Do you have any food? - What?

- Food, man, I'm hungry.

- Yeah.

I've got cereal, or I've got bread.

- Uh, do you have any real food?

- I've got cereal or I've got bread.

Uh, what kind of cereal do you have?

- Uh, Rice Bubbles.

- Nah, just bread.

So.

You make movies now, do you?

- Yeah.

I make movies now, I guess.

- What kind of movies do you make?

- Uh, just documentary movies. - Dirty movies?

- What?

- Dirty movies?

There's a lot of fucking money in dirty movies.

Well, that and snuff.

You know how much they pay for snuff in Russia and in Thailand.

No.

- 100 K man, 150 K.

Easy, right?

More if they're hot or young or...

- I had no idea.

- Well you should get on it, you'd be rich.

- I'll look into it.

- Got any butter or jam, mate?

It's like eating an old sponge.

- Uh, no, sorry.

- Tell me again.

What was it that you did at the network, Maxi?

before, you know,

well,

you know what happened?

- Nothing interesting.

- Surely not, mate.

Look at you.

- I was a vision switcher.

- What the fuck is that?

- I switched vision.

- No, man, not that, this.

This your girlfriend?

- My research.

- Sure. - It is.

- A nasty little piece of work.

- Put it back.

- Bet she fucks like a fucking whore.

- Put it back, please.

- You know what happened to her, yeah?

- What do you mean?

- I mean...

you know what happened to her,

don't you?

She's gone, Maxi.

Without a trace too.

No press release, no goodbyes,

no nothing.

Just

nevermore.

Hey,

I can see why you'd make a dirty movie about her.

- It is not a dirty movie!

For God's sake, it is not a dirty movie.

It is a tribute, a collage.

Because unlike you, it's not about that for me.

It's never been.

There's so much more to my Nore than that.

- Nore?

- She's an artist,

a revolutionary, a goddess.

She is perfect.

- Fuck off.

- Fine. Whatever.

I don't care

because I know I'm right.

I know she's bigger than that, and my work's gonna prove it.

- You are so cute.

- You just can't see what I see.

- Business a bit slow these days, Maxi?

- Yes. - Good.

- I work on this.

- What fun that must be.

- Look, did you bring it?

- What? - My footage.

Did you bring my footage?

- Steady on, mate.

Right?

Got it right here.

However,

you're going to need subjects, aren't you?

It's a documentary, after all.

See, I've always wanted to be in the movies myself.

Maxi, I've got the face for it.

Yeah, and I've got some shit I want to say.

So...

- Um,

you want to be in the documentary?

- Yeah, sure.

- Okay.

- Fucking hell.

Hey, is all this shit from work?

- Some.

- And the rest?

- Found it.

- What? All of it?

- More or less.

Bed. Sit.

Run this up your shirt for me, please.

- Just like this?

- It'll do.

- So, what are we going to talk about?

- About her?

- What about her?

- Well, when did you first see her?

- Um, I was watching videos on, online.

- Were you interested in online content before that?

- No, man, shit's for kids.

- And how were you feeling at the time?

- Fine.

- Not lonely at all?

- I don't know, man.

Maybe, like, everyone feels lonely sometimes.

That's a stupid fucking question anyway.

The point is this.

One day she's just there,

right?

And I don't mean like, some fate or destiny bullshit

or whatever.

I mean that.

One day, you've got your life, right?

but then the next it's just all about her.

I don't know, man, maybe I couldn't help it.

Maybe she knew I was coming.

Because you can't be friends with a computer, Max.

You can't fuck a computer, can you?

You can't do nothing.

Right? Because it's bullshit, it's fake.

There's something about her, I don't know.

I don't know.

I couldn't help it.

- Mm-hm.

Yeah.

I know.

- Shit started to change, though.

It was small at first.

It was more of a feeling I had about it.

Tried to brush it off for a while.

Um.

It started to show, she was acting different,

and looking different.

Talking different.

Like, um,

she wasn't talking to me anymore.

I got mighty pissed, Max.

Fuck.

I even caught myself

angry at her for not asking my permission first.

That's fucked, man.

Because I...

Don't worry.

Then one day I'm on her website and I see it,

meet Lenore.

Right? I cried, man.

I was like, she's coming, she's coming here.

I'm sure she's fucking with me, right?

So I'm checking her Facebook and,

you know, Twitter and Instagram and TikTok, whatever,

15 times a piece, right?

It wasn't a lie.

February 16th, 4:30 p.m.

The Exhibition Centre.

Remember it like my own birthday.

- Did you camp out front?

- Yeah, 16 hours.

40 something degree heat.

Far out.

- Me too.

- Yeah?

Cowboy outfit didn't help, either.

- Oh, because her favourite film is

- Unforgiven. - Unforgiven, yeah.

I was gonna save her, right?

be a perfect man.

Make her want me.

What's wrong with me?

It's like she said, man, if you feel it, own it.

Yep.

By the time those doors opened,

I was like, today's the day.

She's gonna love me.

So I'll go out to the front of the line and, uh,

and there she is

smiling at me.

And, um, she said, uh,

uh, she said, "Hello, sweetie."

That fucking voice.

And...

I told her, man,

you know?

Standing there dressed up like a fucking cowboy,

and I poured my heart out to this woman.

You know what she said to me?

She said, "Have you got anything for me to sign?"

"Have you got anything for me to sign?"

I said no in a security told me to fuck off.

That's enough about me, Maxi.

Let's talk about you.

- Me? - Yeah.

- I mean, I know you.

You can trust me, Max.

Plus, we both got a bit in common.

Bit of history with this cunt.

The artist, the revolutionary,

the goddess.

You've gotta clean your room, mate.

Max.

What was it that you say you do at the network again?

Sorry, mate.

Did.

- Vision switcher.

- Yeah. Vision switcher.

Right, right.

Those are the cunts that, uh, cut the telly together.

Yeah, like they make sure

everything's where it should be.

When it should be there?

Yeah?

It's a really important job.

I wouldn't want to fuck that up.

Did you know you were gonna do it?

- Shut up!

- I gotta say, Maxi, I've always admired your style.

Play School? Oh, that's bold.

She must be so proud of you.

- Please.

Just give me the footage and go.

- Please. - Oh, he's keen, isn't he?

- He can't wait.

Little Maxi just wants to see his baby Nore,

in her fucking swimsuit,

jacking off her daddy

and munching on her custard fucking creams.

The little fucking perve.

You're gonna have to try harder than that, mate.

Oi,

Oi, look at me.

Is this structured cage

the embodiment of man's control over women?

It was designed to enhance the female form,

make my waist slimmer,

push my bust up to create a more desirable silhouette.

- Look at me.

Look at me!

- Max,

do you like the way this looks?

- I can feel my audience making space,

and my posture becoming rigid.

I can feel my breathing constrict.

Yet, I am the one pulling on these strings.

Some people will say...

- She's not going to save you any more, Maxi.

-...real men prefer meat.

- Please, please, no, no.

...and the bones are for the dogs.

- It's quite the mess you've made for yourself,

isn't it, Max?

- Just tell me what you want. - It had to be real good

- to keep me quiet. - Anything.

- Please, just, just...

- Yeah.

- Wait!

- Come here.

Oh, that's a good photo, Max.

That's rare.

- Yeah.

Are there any more?

- Some of you have sisters,

mothers,

wives.

- Are there any more photos, Max?

- Yes.

- Can you reconcile them

with your treatment of me?

Give me the nudes.

- What?

- You get your tape,

I get your nudes.

No one needs to know this happened.

- As much as you want to reduce me.

- Well?

- As much as you want to own me.

I am not yours.

- Fine.

- Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're good, Max.

We're good.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- My footage!

Brand Christmas breakfast.

Ronnie,

you out here, sweetheart?

Jeez, a weed's needed, though.

Veronica?

Oh, there she is.

What are you up to?

Huh.

Hey, Ron.

- Hey, Dad.

- What are you up to?

Oh, well, we thought that dinosaur bones were buried...

- Dad! - What?

- Are you filming me?

- Well, yeah. - Dad!

I got it fixed.

I don't care.

- Ronnie. Come on.

I got the microphone fixed, and it zooms in and out.

Ronnie. Come on!

Well, hey.

You know what we could do?

You could use it while I'm at work.

- Really?

Yep.

Ah, that's for me?

- For you, yeah.

Try not to rip the paper.

Wow, yeah, okay, okay.

- I gotta film you.

Oop.

Looks like we're surrounded.

Dad, I'm doing my ninja routine.

- Yeah, you go, grasshopper.

Dad!

- I've gotta make a move, hun.

- Dad!

Come on!

I'm a detective, right?

- Oh, thank you.

Aha!

You thought you could hide the...

- Ron.

Hi, Dad.

- Ronnie, please.

Zoom in, zoom out.

- Please turn the camera off, please.

How come?

- Cause I don't want to be filmed right now.

Hey, you got me this morning.

Veronica.

Veronica.

- I just don't feel to flash, okay?

Why?

- I just didn't have a good day at work.

Why?

Somebody die?

- Hey!

Come on, tell me.

- Put the camera away.

Jesus.

Dad!

- I'm going to count to three.

Stop, Dad!

Or not be possible.

Fine.

- That's a good one.

That was your Mum's.

That was her favourite.

Put it on.

I know, you know how.

- I miss Mum, too.

- Ronnie.

Has that been on the whole time?

- I need to keep these memories safe.

Oh, fuck you!

No dad, no, no!

Ah!

- Wait.

- Hey, Ron.

Hey, Ronnie, you ready?

Just, just a minute, mum.

- Wait!

Ah, man!

Fuck!

Dad?

Dad? Dad, get up!

If you feel it.

- Oh!

Stop!

Please.

- Welcome.

Ah.

Imagine it.

You get everything you want.

Flesh and blood and bone.

You get me.

All of me, all of the time.

But what then?

Are you gonna fuck me?

Are you gonna make me cum?

Are we gonna move into a little house somewhere

with a white picket fence and some kids we hate?

Is that not enough for you?

You entitled fucking slime.

- Don't.

- Do you have any idea how many men just like you,

I have to deal with every day?

Men just like you

who fail to see that I perform myself

as my job with a wink, a friendly sign-off,

and a gaze into the camera.

And yet, in your windowed selfish view of me,

you think that I am just for you.

And you think that because you see a pattern,

that there is nothing to see.

That we are meant to be together forever.

Well

guess what?

I am for everyone and no one.

And I am for me, baby.

And if you don't like that, then there's the door.

- Lenore, I know you. This isn't you.

- No, but I know you.

You see what you want to see.

You twist and contort the truth into some gross monster suit.

Your sick little fantasies.

- That is not true.

- You really think you're special, don't you?

To think that you can save me from myself.

Save me from my daddy.

Save me from my promiscuity.

To keep me clean and save me from a life

that I have clearly carved for myself.

- Nore.

- You're not special, Max,

because you're just like the rest of them,

sanctimonious, sycophantic, little man.

Who simultaneously wants to fuck me,

kill me, and keep me pristine?

No!

Please, Nore.

Please don't make me hate myself anymore.

Please don't make me hate you

for making me hate myself so much.

Because there is a limit.

There is a limit

to all the pain,

and the weight and the hatred

you can carry around inside yourself.

So, what you just have to start sharing it around, you know?

I can't do it anymore.

I can't bear it on my own.

I've got this vision.

I used to dream about it all the time.

Since the moment I first saw you.

I know,

I know it always looked like one of those movies

that you say you hate.

But two people see each other across a room.

Or a dance floor, maybe.

I don't know.

I've never...

They lock eyes with each other.

And they see only each other.

And they both feel it.

And the whole world just

falls away.

And there's no more time

or space

for other people.

No, nothing like that.

And they know.

They just know.

They were meant to be together.

I'm trying, Nore.

I'm trying so hard to make that a reality.

You always said it.

If you feel it,

own it.

Hi, it's me, back again.

Sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm just so, so exhausted.

Like,

you, you wouldn't believe the hell that has been my life

these past few months.

Like, between the fucking Play School thing,

and the takedowns,

and the threats, and the fucking move.

And also looking after...

Oh. Oh.

Oh, slow down.

Ooh, wait a minute.

Context.

So, yeah, I've moved.

As you can see.

Um, hang on, come here.

Tadah!

So you'll have to excuse the image.

This is not my usual boy.

Um. Yeah.

This is not my room, obviously.

God, could you imagine?

Uh, we're just kind of storing stuff down here at the minute,

but I was thinking of maybe

turning it into a little studio at some point

because it's pretty big.

The walls are thick.

It gets like no light.

So, you know, I could do some new music down here.

I could even shoot some spooky stuff.

Yeah. What do you guys reckon?

Let me know in the comm...

Okay.

Yada, yada, yada.

Move done.

Play School.

Yeah.

I need to set the record straight on this.

That video was the most personal

and painful thing I have ever made,

and I did it for me.

I did it because,

because I was in pain, and I was trying to

openly and honestly share that pain with my audience,

hoping that they'd...

hoping that they'd cry with me.

And they did.

Honestly, the support I received was just incredible.

It felt like this huge weight had been lifted off my chest.

I bore myself and my soul and the world didn't end.

For a while.

The fact that someone took that pain and did...

Hey, Ron.

...and did that with it,

makes me want to fucking...

Hey, Ronnie, are you around?

- Just, just a minute, Pa.

Fuck!

Um.

I'll be back in a sec.

But...

Here's the thing.

People need to understand that

a smile is never just for you.

That

when people reveal something of themselves publicly,

it is not a sign of trust.

Some kind of

tacit endorsement.

some kind of

invitation to a life.

Because

we all have our masks

that we wear

when we're trying to get by in the big, scary world

for safety,

for power or whatever.

I've used many masks to perform my life for the camera.

All of them named Lenore.

She's been my conduit.

A vessel for my curiosities,

my fantasies.

My heartbreak and pain.

My joy.

But she is not me.

She is of me,

but she is not me.

She's me as seen through a lens.

Because I am Veronica Estelle Brand.

Ronnie to my father, Henry James Brand,

the bravest and kindest man in the world

who raised me all on his own.

When my mother, Estelle Brand, died when I was nine.

I have a past.

I have a history to be taken in its totality.

And nothing can take that away from me.

Or you.

You may have once known me as Lenore.

But she shall be lifted

nevermore.

Dad?

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

- Ronnie, Ronnie.

If you feel it, own it.

Police.

Police, open up.

- One moment, please.

Coming.

- Son.

My name's Sergeant Kerrie Faith.

This is Constable Amos Fatts.

- Hello, officers.

- Mind if we come in, mate?

- Won't be a sec.

- Why?

- Well, we've had several noise complaints from your neighbours.

- All complaints reported excessive yelling, screaming,

lots of violent banging.

- So, we just need to make sure that nothing untoward

is happening in here.

- Are you sure it's this house?

I mean, it could be...

- We're sure.

Can we come in?

- We just need to take a quick look around, mate,

and we'll be out of your hair, okay?

- Easy peasy.

Just moved in, have you?

- Yes.

How long ago?

- Not long.

- You on your own?

- Yes.

- You hardly touched your brekkie.

- Wasn't hungry.

- So you got to be sparing with the Vegemite, mate.

Little goes a long way.

- This way.

Don't really use these other rooms.

- Hmm.

I was gonna say.

Big place for one person.

Wouldn't you say?

- Yeah. No.

- Okay, then.

- More of a family home than a bachelor pad.

Hey?

Uh, it's very dark down here, mate.

This your room?

- Yes.

- Bit cramped, don't you think?

- I'd say cosy.

- Messy too.

That smell. Jesus.

- Should probably shower more often.

You get many visitors, mate?

- Not really.

- Not really?

- No.

No one visits, Officer.

- Must get awful lonely.

Seems like you're running

an awful lot of power down here, son.

Yes, officer.

- And why is that?

- Work.

Work?

- Yes, officer.

- Running a factory down here or something?

- No, officer.

- Well, then what do you do? - So, you'd do well

- to actually get some surge protectors down here, kid.

You can't be running this much power without them, yeah?

- Amos. - What?

- It's like an extra 20 bucks.

- Amos, what are you...? He doesn't care.

- Well, what if there's a thunderstorm?

What if a fuse goes?

- Amos, you're a cop, not an electrician.

- And I can't be both?

- Just give me the all clear on this,

and then we'll get out of here.

Please.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Amos, for the love of God, we've talked about this.

- There's nothing there, really

- No, we'll be the judge of that.

Name?

- What?

- Name?

Here, what's your name?

- Max.

- Max, Max who?

- Max Wren

W-R-E-N.

- Date of birth?

- July 22nd, 1991.

- And your occupation?

- I'm...

I'm a filmmaker.

- A filmmaker?

- Oh, God.

- Yes, officer.

I make films.

- Hmm.

Very interesting

because I've always wanted to make movies myself.

- Oh, Amos.

-What? He doesn't mind.

Movie people love yakking about what they do, Kez.

So where do you get all this stuff from, Mark?

Huh?

Is this old new second-hand, or...?

is that...

Is that a hi-8 machine?

- Uh, yes.

- Oh my lord.

I haven't seen one of these in years.

Sorry, I get, I get really excited by stuff like this.

- You've gotta be kidding me.

- Wow, no wonder you got such a big place.

You must be bloody well killing it out there.

- Not really.

- Oh, you know what?

My missus would absolutely love to see all of this.

She's a bit of a filmmaker as well.

- That's nice. - Yeah.

Is that a VCR?

- I do a lot of digitising work.

- Wow.

That thing is awesome.

That, that thing must be an antique by now, yeah?

Worth a fortune.

- What's with the monitor?

- Forgot to save.

- Forgot to save so you threw a bowl of cereal

at your computer?

- It was annoying at the time.

- So what are you working on at the moment, Mel?

- Max. - Max, sorry.

- What are you working on at the moment, mate?

- It's a kind of a documentary.

- Okay.

Like a what?

A home movies kind of deal, is it?

- You could say that.

- Well, why don't we take a look at how this all works, then?

You'd like that, Amos, wouldn't you?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Hey, uh, you mind if I film this for the missus?

You know what it's like.

- No!

No, you can't film it,

and you can't see it, and you can't touch it.

It's not finished.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Okay, mate. - No worries.

- It's all good, mate.

- It's all right.

Amos, you head out to the car

and grab the DSLR for me, please.

- There's nothing here, Kez - Now, now!

- Please.

Don't hurry back.

- Okay.

Fine.

Hey.

It'll mean I'll get some good photos of your rig, right, son?

Yeah.

Ready if you need me, yeah?

- Sorry about him, mate.

He's new.

Good heart.

But, uh,

new.

Mind if I sit, Max?

- No.

- Cheers.

Been a long night.

It's really, uh, starting to come down out there.

- Do you want anything?

A water? Cereal? Bread?

- No.

I'm fine.

Thank you, Max.

- Okay.

- Aren't you gonna sit, Max?

- No.

- So you're just gonna stand there?

- Yeah.

For now.

- Sit down, Max.

It's all good.

You said you don't get many visitors.

- Yeah.

- Why's that?

- Don't know.

- Parents?

Friends?

Girlfriend?

I'm sorry.

That must be hard.

- It's fine.

I don't care.

- You like being alone?

Me too.

Tell you what.

If I'm home early and the man's not around,

I just love diving into some really bad telly

with a bottle of red till I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

Do you watch much TV, Max?

- No, officer.

- Well, uh, what about movies?

Do you like movies?

- Yes, officer.

- You don't have to call me officer, Max.

I'm Kerrie.

Call me Kerrie.

- Okay.

Sorry.

- What happened to your leg, Max?

Same thing that happened to your hands?

You get on really well with my son, I reckon.

Yeah.

Mine's a terribly shy young man, but he means well.

God, he means so, so well.

He's whip-smart, too.

But I just worry

that he doesn't have anyone.

Well, except me.

He's always got me.

So maybe you're not so similar after all.

At least you got out of your mum's

before she wouldn't let you.

He's missing friends and a girlfriend, basically.

Breaks my heart.

- I'm not like him.

- I'm not saying you are, Max.

- Good.

Because I'm not.

- Okay.

I understand.

You're not like him.

- Why do you care? - Pardon?

- Why do you care about me?

- Because too many people suffer for no reason, Max.

- I've got my reasons.

- Well, what are they, mate?

You can tell me.

Maybe we can help.

I'm sorry, Max.

- No, it's...uh.

- I would do anything for you.

We're going to be famous.

You should be so proud of this.

- So, Max.

Tell me about this documentary of yours.

- It's...

uh.

- It's like she said, if you feel it, own it.

- Today is the day that she's gonna love me.

Max.

- I'm so excited.

Everyone's gonna reveal.

Through.

- It's about Lenore.

- Lenore?

Uh, who?

Veronica Brand?

- Lenore!

- Max?

Isn't that the woman who went missing?

- No.

She's not missing.

- Max?

- She's right here.

- Max!

Max!

- Max! Max! - Let go!

- Max!

- No, Nore, No! - Max! Max!

- Get down!

Settle down! Settle down!

Don't you touch her! She's mine.

- Ah!

Amos.

I need you down here now.

Dad!

Dad!