Bad Girl (2016) - full transcript

- ♪ One night to be confused ♪

♪ One night
to speak the truth ♪

♪ We had a promise made ♪

♪ Four hands and then away ♪

♪ Both under influence ♪

♪ We had divine sense ♪

♪ To know what to say ♪

♪ Mind is a razor-blade ♪

♪ To call for hands of above
to lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be
good enough for me ♪

♪ One night of magic rush ♪



♪ The start a simple touch ♪

♪ One night to push
and scream ♪

- Just admiring the house.

Liz and Tom Buchanan.

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

- Hi, I'm Michelle Anderson.

This is my husband Peter
and our daughter, Amy.

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

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

- Sounds great.

- Nice to meet you.
- Bye.

♪ To call for hands of above
to lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be
good enough for me ♪

♪ To... ♪



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

- Your mother chose
the fittings.

- It's like a display home.

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

- And we're what,
the display family?

- Something like that.

- Oi! Get out of it!

Hey, this is
private property!

Neighbors.

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

- Nuh, I'll find it.

- She's in.

- Phew.

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

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

- How's the family?

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

Is Rosie driving?
- Mm-hmm.

You sure about this?

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

- Okay, okay.

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

- Yeah, sure.

See you soon.
- All right.

Love you.
- Back at ya.

- Whoa!

What the fuck!

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

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

- Oh, hi.

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

- Oh, people normally eat
dinner around this time

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

I mean not that you're...

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

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

- Right. Yeah. I should
apologise for them.

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

- Amy!

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

Oh, excuse us.

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

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How can we help you, Chloe?

- Right, um, sorry.

- I figured you guys could use
a cleaner.

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

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

- We've got it covered.

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

- Thanks.
- We'll let you know.

- Okay. Thank you.

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

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

with booze and pills
and dirty shoes

tracking over the floors.

You really want a repeat of
the last house party?

Fuck's sake!

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

fly them first class.

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

you can say "sayonara"
to the whole deal!

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

Just make it happen.

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

Need to make a
good impression, yeah?

- You can get your hair cut
if you want.

Maybe hit the stores
for a new outfit?

- Great.

- Great.

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

- Hmm? Zoe?

- Chloe.

- Chloe. Right.

- What is that?

- It's just the house.

She's making an effort.

- Don't we know it.

- Hey.

You're a great Mum.

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

Call me back.

Em?

Fuckheads!

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

- Em, were are you?

Em, pick up.

I know you're there.

Em?
- No, it's Rosie.

- Oh, um, hey. Hey.

Hey Rosie.
Um, where are you guys?

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

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

- Now's not a good time.

- Well, can I talk to--

- She can't talk
to you right now.

- Why?

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

- I never forced her
into anything!

- Are you fucking high?
- What--

- You know what a
bad influence you are?

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

- Oh, fuck you.
Enjoy your night.

- No no no--
Fuck!

- Amy?

- Amy!

- Help!

Help!
- Okay, okay.

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

Use your feet. Come on.

Okay, okay, hey,
hey look at me.

Look at me.
Look at me.

It's Chloe.

I'll take care of you.

- You look like shit.

- Since when do you work here?

- Since I saved your arse.

I said you were drunk.

That's all.

- We're not here to judge you.

We just want
to understand why.

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

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

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

- Yeah, I got the memo, thanks.

- They'll send you
straight back to jail.

- There's all kinds of jails.

- Oh, Amy, come on.

- Don't touch me.

- Hey!

- You're to stay
on the property!

- I'll get her.

- Chloe, wait!

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

- Amy, stop.

Amy!

Where are you going?
- Away.

- You've got no shoes on.

Amy look, if you uh...

If you want to talk about
anything,

you know, seriously,
if you need a friend.

- I've got friends.

They were going
to pick me up last night

until you stuck your nose in.

- Amy!

Amy, stop!

- Fuck!

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

- Well, that was dumb.

And they're not my folks.

- You're adopted?

- Not just a pretty face, huh?

- What are you doing?

- Getting the fuck
out of here.

- Hey!

Come here!

Mojo!

Mojo!
Come here.

Come on!

Fuck sake. Come on, boy.

- Don't you fuckin' dare.

- Pull over! Amy!

- Fuck!

Who leaves their car on empty?

What, are you sulking?

Come on, that was fun.

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

- Where are you going?

- To tell your folks.

- Kiss-arse.

So what, you're just
gonna abandon me?

Hey!

Hey!

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

into your cushy cleaning job.

Car thief.

- Fuck, if you wanna leave,
just leave.

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

Get on it.

Or are you all talk?

- I just stole a fucking car.

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

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

- Fuck.

- Here, let me.

There's glass in it.

- No, I just can't do it.

The whole happy families
routine.

They're number five.

Been with them
since I was twelve.

Part of Michelle's
Catholic guilt trip.

- Sounds fair.

- Well it's true.

They, um...

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

and Michelle couldn't
have kids after that.

I'm her penance.

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

- Yeah.

I had this party at
the old house

and it all got pretty loose.

Like we trashed the place.

- Hey, it's all here.

- Michelle called the cops and

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

Ex-girlfriend.

Hey, um, come with me.

- I can't leave my folks.

Good luck.

- Where am I gonna go?

- Did you ever try
to find your real folks?

- Fuck, who says folks?

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

- Friend at school did.

- And?

- Yeah, he said it helped.

- I don't need help.

- Right.

- When was the last time
you heard that?

- Can Chloe stay for dinner?

Her Mum said it's okay.

- Sure.

- What?

- You're wearing my clothes.

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

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

- It's cool.

I just wish
I looked like that.

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

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

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

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

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

- No, no. Um...

I really like fashion
and design,

so I'd like to study
interior design.

- Mmm.
- Yeah.

- What's with the
twenty questions?

Just let her eat.

Amy Samantha Anderson.

17 years old.

That's disgusting.

- Eating meat's disgusting.

- Okay, so you're a vegetarian.

- I eat pussy.

- What do you want
to say about yourself?

"I'm a high achieving
straight A student.

My hobbies are horseriding
and swimming."

- I'm looking for my parents,

not a date with
somebody called Chad.

- You gotta grab
their attention.

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

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

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

- There's two Ps in support.

And why'd you capitalise
"Adoptive Parents"?

Move.

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

Okay.

- Send it.

- Amy?
- No!

- It's late.

- No, it's not.

- I should go.

Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

- You sure you don't
need a lift?

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

Actually, you can
see the river.

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

- Okay, bye.
- Bye.

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

You could ask.

- Shit.

- Hey.
- CHLOE: Hey. Hi.

- I got an email.

- CHLOE: From who?
- My parents.

- CHLOE: Bullshit. No way.

- Fuck, Chloe, they...

They want to meet.

- Hello!

What have you done with Amy?

- Ah, Chloe invited me over.

Just for a few hours.

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

- Hey!

Yeah you, princess!

- I told you,
this was private property!

- Yeah? And so is our
fuckin' car!

- Where is it?
- Where's what?

- The car.

- Hey.

- Hey, leave her alone!

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

- One...

- Do something.
I dare ya. Come on.

- Two.
- Amy! Amy!

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

- Fuck off!

- Go on!

- I'll see you soon.

- Fuck off!

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

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

- I don't know.

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

- Like I'd steal their
shitbox anyway.

- It wasn't Amy.

She was with me all day.

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

- Yeah.

Michelle just went all
tiger Mum on those dickheads.

Sorry, dickwads.

- You ready?

- Uh, yeah.

- Say hi to your parents.
- Okay.

- Since when you and
Michelle friends?

- Why do you care?

- I don't.

- Andrea and Bob Kovack.

Jesus, they could be anyone.

- Yeah, like your real parents.

- Yeah, but how will I know?

- You just do.

There's this connection.

- How do I look?

- Better.

Here.
You're nervous, come on.

To Andrea and Bob, bless em.

- What if they don't like me?

- They can take a ticket
and get in line.

- What do you think?

- Yeah, could be.

- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Ah, you're the Kovacks?

- Sorry?

- Um...

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

Okay?
- Yeah.

- What am I doing?

- No, come on.

- Fuck this. Let's go.

- Come on, let's have
another drink.

- Nuh.

- Shit.

Walk.

- Oi!

- Fuck!

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

Well, what if
it was your daughter?

Right.

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

We'll see.

- Hey there. How was Chloe's?

- Good.
- Amy?

We're meeting the investors
in the city tomorrow.

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

- Fine.

- Everything okay?

Family tradition says
I should wait

till you get married,
but, um...

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

Can I?

- Um...

- It's beautiful.

You can tell me anything.

You know that.

- Thanks. For the thing.

- What?

- CHLOE: I saw them.
Your folks.

They're checking into a
room at the hotel.

- Bullshit.

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

- AMY: How can I trust you?

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

- What room?

- Room six. You're sure?

- You ready?

- No.

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

That's pretty.

- Family heirloom.

- Oh.

- They're not here.
- Come on.

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

I thought you were
a good girl.

- Not always.

- Chloe.

- Fuck em! They are.

Send 'em a message.

Go on!

Feel good?

Hey.

To, uh, bad girls.

- Whatever.

- Oh shit.

- Why do you have that?

- Show me how to use it.

- No way.
What if someone comes?

- Come on, show me.

FYI, this is a penis.

What?

- It's dumb.

I just...

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

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

I exist."

- Hey.

Hey, look at me.

You exist.

- Ah, fuck you,
you motherless bitch!

- What?

- Shit!

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

- Fuck, Chloe.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

Home.

- Shit.

- You ready?
We're leaving soon.

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

- Really?

Oh, you don't have
a temperature.

- Well...

It's just everything
catching up with me.

- Okay.

Just keep the doors locked
and if those idiots

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

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

but please leave a message.

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

My prints are all over it.

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

Call me back.

Fuck.

Get the fuck off our property!

- Christ!

Didn't you hear me knock?

Amy Anderson?
- Why, are you a cop?

- Is that a yes?

- Look, I don't have
to answer anything

without a guardian
or a lawyer present.

- So you're alone?

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

- Detective Daniels.
I'm looking for her.

- Jessica?

- Or Jessie?

- No, I don't know a Jessica.

- Right.

What about your Mum and Dad?

- Nuh. We just moved in.

- Right.

- What'd she do?

- Hurt someone.

- She turns up...

Call.

She's trouble.
Think quick.

- Mr. Buchanan?

- You're here to see Chloe.

Hey, Chloe!
You got a visitor!

- Ah, sorry.

Hey, uh, you need to call me.

- Oh God!
- Fuck!

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

I thought you were
in the city.

- Me? What are
you doing here?

- I'm cleaning.
Michelle rostered me on.

- Cleaning?

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

What's wrong?
My phone was dead.

- There was someone here
asking about you.

Who?

- A detective.

Some tough old bitch.

- What'd you tell her?

- Well, what's to tell?

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

third house on
the left, yeah?

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

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

I mean it wasn't me but,

you know, try telling
the owners that.

- Fuck, you're good.

Who's Jessie Cooper?

- Uh...

Well, um...

She's...

I...

This is it.

- How long have you been here?

- A couple of weeks.

- Fuck.

Why didn't you say?

- I didn't want you to hate me.

Why would I hate you?

What's this?

You're pregnant?

- Check the name.

- Fuck off.

This isn't you.

- Isn't it?

- No way.

You're serious.

But you haven't told them.

- I didn't have to.

I mean, they know.
- How?

- There's this connection.
I mean,

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

- That's bullshit.

So, what, you're adopted too?

Well, that's convenient.

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

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

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

and you kind of are--

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

Fuck, is...

Is anything about you real?

- Amy.

- How do I know
these aren't fake?

- Michelle had them stashed
at your house.

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

So you're a thief
and a con artist.

- Amy!

Amy!

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

- Who is, Chloe or Jessie?

Maybe I'll just
ask the detective.

- Amy?

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry.

- Ow--
- Shh, shh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm going to take you
to the hospital.

- Just rest.

- Mum?

- Perfect time of day
to show it off.

Designed that way, of course.

- The door's open.

- This is very nice.

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

Well, for cost at least.

Should we take the tour?

- What?

- The Beamer.

- Peter!

Jesus.

Amy!

- Holy shit!

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

- Amy!
- You said she was clean.

- She is. Just go, please.

We'll talk about it tonight.

That's it.
- This is Amy.

Go fuck yourself at the beep.

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

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

Fuck!

Hey, come on.
We have to be strong.

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

- Michelle!

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

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

We have bent over
backwards for that girl.

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

- Fuck it. Yes.

Why should we all suffer
because you feel guilty?

We could have adopted a baby

but no you had to choose
the most fucked up kid

you could find.

- You're talking about
our daughter.

- She wants out, Michelle.
Let her go.

Where're you going?

- To find her.

- Michelle!

Hey, Michelle!

For fuck's sake!

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

- PETER: Amy, it's Dad.

I'm sorry about
what I said before.

Please come home.

We love you.

Anything?

- I checked with all
her old friends.

The ones she told us
about, anyway.

- We have to report her missing.

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

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

She turned up to see Amy.

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

- Did she ever say anything
about leaving?

- Not, uh, not leaving.

- What?

Chloe, if you
know something...

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

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

you know, gotten there.

It's not your fault.

- Amy?

- Shit.

- Peter.

Oh my God.

- Stay back.
- Hey. Amy!

Darling!

Amy!

- Amy!

- Hello!

- Amy?

Amy!

Amy!

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

We're so worried.

- Amy!

Amy!

- Hey!

- What is it?

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

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

In town, trying to
get a lift."

- We can still catch her.

- What?

- "Mum and Dad"?

- Hey!

Wait!

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

You don't mind
giving a statement?

- What... What do I say?

- Just anything that
can help us find her.

- But I told you
everything I know.

- Oh, come on.

Come on come on come on.

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

- Ah, can I help you?

- Yeah, I need
to use your phone.

- I know you.

You're famous, right?

You're the girl off the TV.

- Come here you little vandal!

- Fuck!

Hey! Hey, hey are you
going down there?

Hey!

Hey! Pete!

Hey! Peter!

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

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

- What about your statement?

- I really don't feel well.

We can do it
another time, right?

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

- The police station's
just here.

- She's gonna be alright.

- Yeah.

- What was that?

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

- Amy!

Hello?

- Hello?

- Hon, is that you?

- I'm sorry, Mum.

- Where are you?

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

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

Amy--

- Call her again.

- Fuck me.

Hello? Detective Daniels,
this is Amy Anderson.

We spoke yesterday
about Jessie.

Um...

You said to call if she--

- Amy, I know you're here!

Are you all right?

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

Amy?

My God, we're all
freaking out.

Amy?

Amy?

Amy?

Amy, I'm sorry.

Amy, please just tell me--

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

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

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

- Amy, you're not
thinking straight.

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

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

- No, you're not
listening to me.

I want you out of my house.

- It was an accident, Amy.
- Bullshit!

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

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

Where did you get that photo?

- Why would I do that?
- Stop lying!

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

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

- By trying to kill me,
you psycho cunt?

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

- Gimme back my necklace.

- No.
- Why?

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

- Mum?

- I'm sorry, Michelle.

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

- Help!

Help!

Help!

- We don't want her charged,
just found

before she hurts herself.

- We've checked with
all her friends.

- And what about anyone local?

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

helping us clean up.

- Chloe Buchanan?

Okay.

I thought I saw her working
at the supermarket.

- Amy!

Amy!
Amy, stop!

Amy!

You'd better run, you bitch!

They don't want you!
Nobody does!

- I'm sorry about your house.

- Oh, fuck the house.
Come here.

- Chloe!

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

- Jesus, this is going
to need stitches.

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

- Come here, come here.

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

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

- She did this? Why?

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

- Where did you get this?

- Amy. She gave it to me.

She said she felt
like the family pet.

That it was your
leash around her neck.

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

- Hey! Hey!

Stop!

- Come on, Chloe.

Chloe, open up.

Chloe!

- This is bullshit!
She's playing us.

- Why would she?

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

- Come on.
- Chloe, come on.

Open the door.
What if it's her?

Hey.

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

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

- Are you all right?

- I need to get home, please.

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

- That's for the fuckin' car.

- I thought
she would want a sister.

But when I showed her, she...

She freaked out.
She said I was trying

to steal her family.

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

but I needed some proof.

- You said the Buchanans
were your parents.

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

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

- How did you find us?

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

I could just tell.

- From a photo?

- Why keep all
of this a secret?

- I didn't think
you would want me.

- So you don't live here.

And your real name's?

- You tell me.

You must have given me a name.

- I know it's hard
to understand,

but we were young and broke

and I got really sick
when you...

When she was born.

- Michelle!

- It's okay.

I'm here now.

- Oh.

- I told you she was trouble.

- Are they really her parents?

- Open the glovebox.

See if you recognise
anything there.

She fixates.

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

- Detective Daniels, huh?

- Uh-huh.

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

Big house.

Big yard.

- What about parents
or guardians?

Surely there's
someone we can call.

- It's just me.

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

- Please don't
make me go, Mum.

- Jess. That's enough.

- Amy!

- Time to go home, love.

- No.
- Yes.

- I don't know this woman.

- You're a lying bitch!

Please, I'm your sister!

- Give me it!

- Get off her.
- Give me it!

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

Please don't make me go!

- Hand her over.
She's not well.

- Yeah, no shit!

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

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

- Okay. Her name is
Jessie Cooper, okay?

She is seventeen years old.

She was born in
Castlemaine Hospital

on the 15th of February.

Here's where they
dragged her out of me.

Is that real enough for you?

Let's go.

- No.
- Come on.

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

You're my folks, right Mum?

- Fuck this! Call the cops!

- What, and tell them
how you stole the car

and how you trashed the hotel?

And how you tried
to fucking kill me?

You're next. She hates you.

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

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

- Enough!

I said enough!

- It's them, isn't it?

- There is no them, love.

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

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

- Please stop, Jess.

- My name...

my name is Chloe.

- What's she doing?

Oh my God.

- Get inside.

- Peter! Wait!

- Chloe!

Chloe!

Chloe--

- Peter!

- Get the fuck out!

Leave him!

- Dad!
- Leave him!

- Chloe!

Stop! Chloe!

Chloe, just get out of here.

Just go.

Go!

Get him inside.

- Michelle!

Mum, move it!

Hurry!

- We need something to
put the pressure on.

Ambulance!

My husband.
He's been stabbed.

In the stomach.

213 Leonard Street
in Serpentine.

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

She's still here!

- Fuck off!

- Where is she?
Where is she?

- Get him to the bathroom.

- Okay.

Don't go to sleep.

- CHLOE: Mum, how is he?

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

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

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

Please just go!

- Go where?

I'm gonna slit my throat.

One.

Two.

- Three!
- Chloe, no!

- Fuck!

- CHLOE: Mum?

Mum, do you love me?

- Yes.

- More than her?

- Yes!

- Then let me in.

- I can't, Chloe!

- Fuck!

- Stop, please! Just go!

We can't stay here.

We've got to get him
to a hospital.

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

- You're not going out there.

- He'll die.

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

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

- Mum, it's okay.

I love you both.

- Stop it! Please!

- Hey!

- Don't go to sleep.

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

We've gotta get
you out of here.

- Don't go to sleep.

- Chloe?

Chloe, don't bullshit me.

- Why you...

but not me?

It's not fair.

- Hey.

Hey, Chloe.

Chloe.

Hey.

You exist.

- Amy!

You alright?

Where is she?

- It's just us.