Darklands (2022) - full transcript

(unnerving music)

- Right.

Oy!

- [Son] Don't forget your ammo.

(mysterious string music)

- What's going on?

- They canceled my interview.

Mm.

- At the last minute?

- Yeah, well, this
is what happens

when no one knows
who you are anymore.



- That's bullshit!

- Yeah, they read
my writing, so.

- Why'd they even call you in

if they're not serious?

- Something's
gotta happen, Greg.

- Don't worry.

The right thing will come up.

Shit heads.

- Dad!

No swearing!

- Aw!

- "That's such bullshit!"

- Aye!

- [Son] What's happening?



- Oh, they canceled
my interview, honey.

- Screw them.

- Oh, God!
(Jamie laughs)

- You're gonna miss the bus.

- [Son] Actually, Mom,

I think I'm coming
down with something.

- Uh huh.

- I'm serious.

Look, Mom, I'm being serious.

Okay, this guy sneezed
on me last night

when I made him his coffees.

- Oh. Asshole.

Any danger of picking these up?

- He doesn't tip
anyone in the cafe.

Just gets into his
black convertible,

he's a fuckin' asshole.

- Mm. Luckily I never meet
any of them in my job.

Look, I can probably
drop you off at school

because I've gotta
go there anyway.

- Why? What happened?

- Well, the principal said
a couple of the buildings

have been broken into.

- What? Well, just tell
him I've got barista's ear.

- Barista's ear?

- Yeah.

From slaving at the cafe.

The steam wand has really
messed up my hearing.

What? No school?

I'm sorry, Mom. I
really can't hear-

- You are going to school.

No school, no footy.

- What? But I'm a
public health risk.

The guy sneezed on me.

- [Samantha] Alright.

Text your coach and tell me
you can't come on Saturday.

- Look at this, I can't.

- Ugh, seriously?

- What? Perfect.

It's time for an upgrade?

- $2,000, sure.

- What, really?

You're the best. Thanks.

- No, I mean sure.

I'll fix your old phone.

You can order a new screen.

And I'm still the best.

- You got five minutes, Tim.

- [Tim] Oh, can't, coffee.

- Drink it in the shower.

- I love ya.

(calming music)

Are you working all day or?

- Yeah, I've gotta go...

Well, I've gotta stop in
at school with you first.

- Hey, Sam.

- Hi, Jeff.

- What do you think?

- Oh, they definitely
used bolt cutters

and a screwdriver
in the change rooms.

- Yeah.

That's a step up from
the graffiti, right?

- Well, I can come
back if you like

and install some of those
WiFi pinhead cameras

that you connect through
your phone or your laptop.

- I don't think you
understand school budgets.

- Oh.

- Yeah. Look, thanks.

I've gotta go.
- Okay.

- Cheers.
- See you later.

- Bye.

(eerie music)

(gun fires)

- Diane.

Diane, are you there?

(gun fires)

- Shorts fired at Moondah
Hills Secondary College.

At least one shooter.

Moondah Hills Secondary College.

Active shooter.

(gun fires)
(woman shrieks)

Tim.

Tim, pick up!

Shit!

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(water splashes)
- Actually...

- Oh...

Wrong.
- No, he just can't do it.

- You can't?
- We're that age now.

Ex-boyfriends or
girlfriends have died.

- Yeah, and that's the point.

If they're dead, they're
outta the wank bank.

- Mm, I don't know.

There's one or two
guys from high school

I'd keep in the
bank dead or alive.

- Oh!
- Hey, hey, hey!

You watch out, missy.
(laughing)

And you know what?

Greg here, he's
sidelined right now.

- Kolt.

- Jamie burnt his dick
with the hair dryer.

(laughing)

- Oh, what? Jamie!

- When I got outta the shower.

- It was a cold morning.
I thought I was helping.

- Yeah, not helping,
not helping.

- [John] How far away
were you standing?

- We measured, about
12 and a half feet.

- Oh my god.

- [John] Mate.

- [Jamie] Sheesh.

- [Greg] What?

- Look at this.

- That's your hometown.

- Does it say how many?

- Yeah, over 20 kids.

- Oh!
- [John] Jesus Christ.

- I know her.

That cop.

It appears the officer did
not approach the gunman.

Yeah, Samantha Romans.

That's who it is.

- She would've known
all those kids.

- She didn't even
get her gun out.

- Yeah, well that happens
more often than you think.

- Why?

- Well, they don't
wanna go in alone.

They wanna wait for backup.

Or there's not enough intel.

Or, you know, they've had too
much, but they just freeze.

- I mean maybe in the army,

but this woman's a country cop.

Worst she's seen is a
cracker up a cow's bum.

(John chuckles)

- You know this story's gonna
totally fuckin' explode.

- Don't recruit her.

- No, but hang on.
She's got a box seat.

Like, this could
totally grow the site.

We can revamp the MarTech.

I can like totally optimize
the shit out of it.

- These are kids, Jamie.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

Kolt's right though. You know?

I know what it's
like in that town,

I'm in a pretty unique position.

- Would they even
let you get to her?

- What, the cops?

Yeah, I'd get to her.

(unnerving music)

(knocking)

- Come in.

What's happening
with Tim's body?

- He's still at the school.

He'll be moved to the
morgue in the morning.

- I should probably
get back down there.

Maintain some kind of presence.

- No, no.

The place is crawling
with tech guys.

We're here to talk about
what happens from here.

- Well, Tim will be buried
with his dad and his sister.

- No, with you, Sam.

After you sit down with
professional standards,

you're taking four weeks off.

- No, I'm fine.

- To start with.

- My son's been murdered.

What am I supposed to do?

- Have you eaten yet?

- No, I'm fine.

- Oh, come on. Let me buy.

You need a hot drink,

get some sugar into you.

You brought your gun home.

Sam.

- Um...

- Where's your service weapon?

You said you didn't fire it.

- I don't think so.

- You don't need to worry, Sam.

We're gonna take care of this.

You know I've got your back.

(unnerving music)

(car honks)

(dog faintly barks)

(tires screeching)

(car honks)

(dog barks)

- [Man] You stupid
bitch! You let him die!

(tires screeching)

(computer beeps)

(unnerving music)
(dog faintly barks)

(car honks)
(dog barks)

- Have you slept?

- No.

Just need to get
through Tim's funeral.

- Sam, remember you once told me

you thought about driving fast

down a long, straight road,

and steering off into a tree?

Is that what's happening now?

- No.

- Okay.

I'd like to try a technique
to help you get through this.

When did you feel
safest in your life?

Sam?

- I don't know what
to do without Tim.

- [Therapist] When did
you feel really safe?

Maybe as a kid?

- I don't know.

Bringing in the washing.

- [Therapist] With your mom?

- Yeah, being helpful.

Doing what I was told.

I couldn't get blamed
or hit for doing that.

- Okay.

I want you to imagine that
there's a smallish circle

on the floor in
front of you, okay?

Stand up.

Now...

I want you to step
into the circle.

Now, dive deep into that memory.

Feel that safety.

- I sold it.

$135,000.

- What?

My God.

- They will syndicated
it everywhere.

- With your name all
over it? That's crazy.

- Totes crazy!

- What's happening?
- $135,000!

- That's so good.
- That's great!

- [Greg] How'd you
get her to say yes?

- They are so excited
about this article.

We can go to Paris with this.

♪ We've got lots of money ♪

♪ We can go to Paris ♪

- Yeah, but you are going
to be very sensitive

about how you handle it, right?

- I am back, baby.

(ominous music)

(Samantha breathes heavily)

(door slams)

(message beeps)

(Samantha breathes heavily)

(eerie music)

(nails scratching)

(Samantha gasps)

(cell phone buzzes)

- Bitch.

- Hm?

- She won't talk.

- I thought she already agreed.

- Oh, she was close.

- Jesus, Jamie.

- Well, she's got to talk.

This is my career.

- She does not have to talk.

Not if it's not in her interest.

- Oh, fuck her interest, Greg.

It's her interest that
got those kids killed.

I mean, who's looking
after the kids anyway?

Not the court.

Do you know, just yesterday,

some guy gets three years for
killing his girlfriend's baby?

- Okay, calm down.

- Do you know why I
didn't get that job, Greg?

Because I stopped to do what
my body is supposed to do,

have kids, and I am still
getting punished for it.

I am literally banging my
head against a brick wall,

throwing all of my energy at a
website that hasn't paid off,

just so I can pretend to
still be a journalist.

- We have everything
we need. We-

- I know, I know.

I know others do it tougher
than us, I know that.

But I'm not a journalist
anymore, Greg, am I?

I mean, I'm letting myself down,

and I'm letting you down.

- You are not.

- Oh!

I can write this story, Greg.

I can do this.

I am speaking to this woman.

I'm gonna push this
thing to its limit.

- [Reporter] In Canberra,
speculation continues

that there may be a
leadership challenge.

Despite the opposition's
claims that party unity

is at an all time high,

factional leaders are said
to be taking head counts

and considering their
next moves as the...

More locally, the
Moondah Hills community

continues to mourn after a
shooting that took the lives

of 24 people, with dozen
more being injured.

Growing anger has focused on
the actions of policewoman

Samantha Romans.

She was on school grounds
at the time of the shooting,

and allegedly failed to act.

The motive of this tragic
shooting is still unknown.

Reporter Zoe Grange has
more from Moondah Hills.

(dramatic music)

- [Zoe] Excuse me,
Sergeant Truglio.

Why didn't the police
intervene and stop these people

before they could harm anyone?

- Oh, look, I feel
for everyone here,

I do understand the anger.

- [Zoe] At the police
for being bystanders?

- All right, you've
door stopped me.

The Commissioner's gonna
answer all these questions

at the press conference.

- I'm asking you.
You're the boss there.

People are going through hell.

- Uh huh.

And officer Samantha
Romans is on leave.

- On paid leave?

While there's no inquiry?

- No, there is an inquiry.

And she won't be paid
when she's charged.

She's failed, and
she will be charged.

It's not the department
that's at fault,

it's not me, it's
one individual.

She's let everyone down,
the whole community.

She's broken our trust.

She's not gonna be
with us much longer.

(unnerving music)

(text message dings)

- You've all seen the news
about the shooting by now.

What actually happened in my
hometown at my old school.

So, my first question
is about this woman.

Police officer Samantha
Romans who was right there,

she was on the spot,
and she did not act.

I've researched her,
I got her number,

and she won't talk to me.

Why not?

All the years women
have been fighting

to get into these jobs,

having to be twice
as good as a man,

and it pisses everyone off

that she puts her hand
up for a gun and a badge

and she doesn't use them.

So now every second Tweet

is that women
can't be effective.

And she let her own son die.

I'm a mother.

I would do anything
for my children.

So, what happened,
Samantha Romans?

Why did you stand by and
let your own son die?

So what happened,
Samantha Romans?

Why did you stand by and
let your own son die?

So what happened,
Samantha Romans?

Why did you stand by and
let your own son die?

(unnerving music)

C-O-double N-A-R-D.

Jamie Connard.

Thanks, mate.

- Hey, why didn't you
head off the Newstone?

Take your leave up there?

- No, this is where
my family lived.

- Yeah, but, you know...

Sometimes I reckon you
feel things in a house

where people have died.

- Yeah, I like that.

The feeling that David
and Caitlin are here.

Like David's been watching
over Tim, like a dad should.

- All right.

Look, I'll do a
drive by when I can.

Apply some lights and sirens.

Keep those fuckers away.

- Yeah, just drop in and say hi.

I've still got that
bottle of scotch.

- Yeah.

Once it's died down.

- You could come by tonight.

- Yeah, maybe.

(eerie music)

- Does everyone at the
station feel the same?

- I don't know, mate.

I'm just keeping my head down.

I saw the Sergeant hanging
you out to dry on TV.

- He told me he had my back.

- Sorry. I know you
guys were close once.

- Yeah.

Her name's Jamie Connard.

- Yeah.

Okay, sorry.

Jamie Connard.

(pen clicks)

(melancholic music)

(phone rings)
(unnerving music)

(phone rings)
(baby cries)

(window shatters)
(Samantha yelps)

(man shouts)

(tires screeching)

(Samantha bangs)
- Please, stop.

(phone rings)
Please, stop.

(ominous music)

(objects clanging)

(phone rings)

Please, stop!

(Samantha sobs)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Hello, Samantha Romans?

(baby faintly cries)

- Please, leave me alone.

I'm begging you.

- Sam.

This is the platform you need.

(baby faintly cries)
(unnerving music)

(phone rings)

- Jamie Connard.

- Samantha.

- Thank you.
- Hello, again.

You there, Sam?

- Talking to you
won't change anything.

- Look, I really think it will.

If we open up the other
side of the story,

help people to understand.

- You don't know who I am.

- I'd like to.

I know that cops are
people of action,

you know, less
talking more doing,

but I think that you're
probably different.

We're both women.

I'm a mother, like you.

- You're a blogger.

That's dangerous.

- Journalist.

- You bet your safety against
your sanity every day, right?

- What?

- You're a good mother, huh?

- I try.

My kids know that
I'm there for them.

And we do lots of
community things.

You know, we had an exchange
student from Japan and-

- Sorry, I'm being unfair.

You've probably had
some Barry at work

put his name on one of
your articles, right?

- Are you taking
the piss outta me?

- You think a princess
like you can understand me?

Sitting in your comfortable
little home office,

all pretty and passive.

Afternoon naps when it all gets
a bit too much, blaming men.

You wouldn't even fucking eat

if it wasn't for your husband.

- You have no idea
about my life.

- Every single moment
a cop sees something.

A kid gets shanked for
their mobile phone.

Someone puts their
name on your article?

For fuck's sake.

- All I'm saying, Sam, is that
if you answer my questions,

that will stop
people asking them.

- You've got a family.

A son and a daughter.

- How the fuck
does she know that?

- Was that a question
or a statement?

- I saw that thing you
sent from your shitty blog

calling me gutless.

- What did you expect?

This is what one side
of the story looks like.

- Don't call me again.

- Sam.

- It isn't safe.

- What's not safe?

I don't understand what
you're trying to say, Sam.

You're not very
articulate, are you?

- Hurt people hurt others.

- What the fuck, Jamie?

- What?

- Why'd you have
to go in so hard?

- I didn't.

- She...

She threatened you.

- Oh!

I've been monstered by
much bigger assholes.

She'd joke, anyway.

How about, "Wow, you actually
got the woman talking."

How about a little
bit of support?

I'm trying to bring
some very serious money

into this house, Greg.

- That woman is not right.

What's that thing you sent her?

- [Samantha] It isn't safe.

- Well, you're not
gonna use that.

- Well, of course I am.

I mean, I'm a journalist.
Can we agree to that?

That she puts her hand
up for a gun and a badge

and she doesn't use them.

So now every second tweet is
that women can't be effective.

and she let her own son die.

Did you see the number of views?

1,970.

- This is fucked up.

You are harassing
a woman whose world

is falling down around her.

- And I am your partner,
not your passenger.

I'm not riding on
your coattails.

I don't need you
to be able to eat.

- Have I ever complained?

We are very comfortable.

Just write your novel,
get it published.

You're so much better than this.

- Really?

Where? Where's the proof?

You're the one with
all the awards.

You're the world's best
kids book illustrator.

This is my turn, Greg.

I can write something
of quality here,

or are you somehow
sorry for this woman?

- Jamie!

- You heard the way
that she spoke to me.

- It's a tragic situation.

But people fail all the time.

People who are just trying to
be better than what they were.

I'm not even sure I
wouldn't be one of them.

But Samantha Romans is not
gonna move on from this.

She's lost her son.

She's probably gonna
end up in prison.

- Oh...

Well.

You do the right thing,

because you're a much
better person than me.

- Is that your shitty way of
saying you're not gonna stop?

- She thinks I'm a princess.

Oh.

She has no idea what's
about to hit her.

- I'm asking you to stop. Jamie.

Leave this woman alone.

(unnerving music)

(text message dings)

(dramatic music)

- And closing the sale.

Okay, okay.

Because I understand guilt.

(unnerving music)

(text message dings)

Late is good.

(unnerving music)

(text message dings)

Gotcha.

(Jamie exhales)

(eerie music)

(Samantha exhales)

(cell phone rings)

Samantha?

- [Samantha] I just wanted
to give you some background

before we talk.

Would that help?

- Yes.

Sure.

Thank you.

- My brain's been a bit fried.

I apologize for some of
the things I've said.

It's been a difficult time.

I wanted to show
you a photo of Tim.

One where he's got his face.

His beautiful face.

- Yes.

Look, I am sorry about that.

But we just, you know, we
just needed to start talking.

- I think Tim kind of
kept things real for me.

He was my anchor.

- Mm, yes. My
daughter does that.

My son drives us a bit mad.

I mean, they're both pretty
cheeky, to be honest.

- Did you get the photo?

- Yes.

Yeah, I did.

Nice looking kid.

- You like him straight
off the bat, right?

- [Jamie] Yes, you do.

- He was an
incredible footballer.

Got sick.

Pneumonia last year.

Missed the whole season.

I thought he was gonna die.

- I'm sorry.

- We don't care
as people, do we?

We don't try to imagine what
others have gone through.

- No, no, you're right.

We don't.

- You used to work for
some good newspapers.

- Yes.

Yes, I did.

- [Samantha] And Greg
has kept his nose clean?

- Ah...
(Jamie chuckles)

Oh, you looked us up
on the police database.

- Well, we have to get
to know each other.

- I'm interviewing you.

- Well, I need to know who
I'm letting into my house.

- [Jamie] Ah.

You sound worried about me, Sam.

Nervous.

- Oh, a little.

- I'm not gonna screw you over.

I promise, this will just
be you and me talking,

just heart to heart.

- When Tim was born,

it was like the start
of a bright new day.

- Mm. I know what you mean.

- Yeah, with your
two at your stage...

You're only halfway through.

It's like midday, your stage.

The sun is still
high in the sky.

For me, it's gone.

It's like 10 o'clock at night.

There's nothing but darkness
ahead for someone like me.

Sorry, I keep ending
up in my own head

instead of focusing
on what we have.

- What do we have?

(ominous music)

(door opens)

(bottle sprays)

- Cooper, Kerri!

- I didn't wanna do this.

But Jamie kept calling,
and now I'm 100% in.

I've got your kids.

(melancholic music)

♪ There is a house
in New Orleans ♪

♪ They call it the Rising Sun ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin
of many a poor girl ♪

♪ And me, oh God, I'm one ♪

♪ If I had only listened
to what my mother said ♪

♪ I'd be at home today ♪

♪ But being so young
and foolish, Lord ♪

♪ I let a gambler
lead me astray ♪

♪ Well, my mother is a tailor ♪

♪ She sews those
new blue jeans ♪

♪ And my sweetheart
is a drunkard, Lord ♪

♪ Drinks down in New Orleans ♪

♪ Somebody, somebody
go get my baby sister ♪

♪ Tell her never, never, never ♪

♪ To do what I have done ♪

♪ But shun that house ♪

♪ That house in New Orleans ♪

♪ They call it the Rising Sun ♪

♪ Well, I'm goin'
back to New Orleans ♪

(knocking)

♪ My race is almost run ♪

♪ Yes, I'm ♪

♪ Going back to spend my life ♪

♪ Beneath ♪

♪ The Rising ♪

♪ Sun ♪

- Piece of shit.

(unnerving music)

Greg?

(unnerving music)
(Jamie breathes heavily)

(cell phone rings)

Oh, shit.

Oh my God.

No.

Oh my God.

(text message dings)

What?

(cell phone buzzes)
(eerie music)

What's going on?

- Jamie.

It's late to be calling.

- Where are they?

- Who?

- Where are my
husband and children?

- Are they dead?

- What?

(eerie music)

Okay.

All right.

What are you saying?

Are you saying you
don't wanna talk to me?

That's fine.

I promise, we're done.

I will leave it alone.
I'll leave you alone.

- I don't want your 15 grand.

- Oh, fuck.

- You've hurt them, Jamie,
with what you've done.

- What is this?

- Call the police
if you're worried.

I'll know if you
do or if you don't.

(unnerving music)

(text message dings)

(Jamie pukes)

(Jamie breathes heavily)

(Jamie dry heaves)

(cell phone rings)

You collapsed.

The body does that sometimes.

Come on, you're wasting time.

(Samantha claps)
Get up.

- I can't...

- It's terrifying
what's out there.

There's literally thousands
of them who believe

that it's their right,

to break in and steal
your stuff, rape you.

They really think that your

personal private
things are theirs.

My son was murdered,

and you thought it was your
right to break into our lives.

- No!

- I begged you.

- And I'm sorry.

- And you lied about the scar.

It's surgical.

From what?

- I...

I used to smoke dope, and I
stole from a girl at a party.

She pushed me through a table.

- No, you're a thief.

- [Jamie] No!

- You're wasting time
lying to me, Jamie.

Don't make me drag every
fucking detail out of you.

We don't know how long your
family have got in those boxes.

(Jamie sobs)

- Please.

Please just tell me
where my family is.

- It's gonna be a long night.

In a few hours, we'll start
to wonder what's really real.

- For fuck's sake.

You've made me understand.

I am just a normal person.

Please.

Please do the right
thing, Officer Romans.

- Officer?

Stop looking out
the window, Jamie.

Look at your phone.

(text message dings)

(Jamie sobs)

- Is he...

Is he alive?

- I used to watch
Tim in his cot.

To check that he was okay.

I think I saw Cooper
moving, which is good.

I don't wanna see anyone hurt.

- God.

I am calling the cops!

- Tonight on Jamie Lives Large.

Three family members found
dead in their graves.

(Jamie sobs)

- They're just children.

- I was heading down
a long, straight road,

and you made me steer
my whole life at you.

You make this happen.

You're the brave hero, come on!

You get out there and save them.

- Well, do you want
me to do something?

- Oh, you stupid,
ignorant bitch, yes!

You have to try to save them,
while I try to kill you.

This is your chance.

- I'm just a normal person.

- Oh, I hope you're not.

And I hope you're not
a coward like I am.

- I'll never find them.

- You're gonna let your
whole family just die?

Okay, you can talk to them.

Greg.

This is your wife.

Greg.

The kids are buried too.

(Greg yells)

Greg.

Jamie and I talked a
lot behind your back,

and I told her what would happen

if she didn't leave me alone.

And she didn't stop.

So look what she's
doing to you now.

- You fucking monster!

- Oh, oh!

Policewoman, monster,
child killer, coward.

Who the fuck did you
want when you called me?

Greg!

Jamie is still standing
in your living room

calling me names.

Me, I'd be out there
trying to save you.

But she's still standing around,

with one thumb up her ass,

and the other one in her mouth.

(unnerving music)

(Jamie breathes heavily)

Kerri, Kerri, Kerri.

Where is it?

(unnerving music)

Oh, Jesus.

(Jamie breathes heavily)

Pick up, Carl, please.

Try a house, call, I don't know.

(unnerving music)

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh my god.

I'm coming!

(Jamie yelps)

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

(gun fires)

(Jamie sobs)

(tense music)
(text message dings)

- [Samantha] Greg.

Jamie can see you now.

She's got a gun like mine.

She'll be brave now,

should be able to
tackle anything.

- Please, let me talk to
him. Let me talk to him!

- Are you ready to hear my
side of the story, Jamie?

Get ready to write
all this down,

you don't wanna miss any
of the juicy details.

I saw my son in the morgue.

Shot in the throat,
and in the face,

and you made a joke about it.

And that's when I knew, Jamie.

I knew that you
had to live this.

- How many times do you
want me to say to you

that I'm sorry?

- That's all right.

You're just scared.

- No, no, no.

No, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

- Don't worry,
I'm gonna show you

what's on the other
side of your fear.

I'm gonna hook a
finger in your eye

to drag you through it and
make you fucking stare at it.

- Please.

Just tell me where my family is!

(Jamie breaches heavily)

(tense music)
(text message dings)

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

(Jamie screams)

No!

No!

Wake up, baby, wake up!

No!

(Jamie breathes heavily)

(Jamie speaks incoherently)

(somber music)

No!

No!

Come on, come on.

(Jamie sobs)

(somber music)

No, no!

(text message dings)

(Jamie breathes heavily)

(Jamie sobs)

- [Samantha] Kerri, wake up!

Come on, Kerri, wake up-

- No, Kerri!

- Oh, sorry, Jamie.

I've been trying to
wake her up for an hour.

There was a lot of chloroform.

So, the interview.

Come on, Jamie. The interview.

There's no time for crying.

Let's do the interview.

Come on.

Kerri!
- Where is she? Where is she?

- "Where is she?"

Or maybe she fainted.

Did she faint?

Probably the chloroform.

Get in the car.

(Jamie sobs)

Go.

Go on, baby.

(Jamie sobs)

Aw.

(Jamie sobs)

(cell phone rings)

- Jamie.

I'm imagining how
you're feeling.

The despair, the terror.

The sickness.

It'll come and go.

Hey, did you do any research
about my time in the army?

Afghanistan.

We occupied a house once.

There was a target in there
that we thought we killed,

but then I heard his breathing.

You know that wet sound?

Went on all night, pretty much.

The sergeant wouldn't
let us kill him,

put him out of his misery.

I felt sick about it,
but then that passed.

Most of the guys even
managed to get some sleep.

(Jamie sobs)
(text message dings)

(unnerving music)

- Fuck!

Fuck.

(ominous music)

(siren blares)

(dog barks)

(unnerving music)

- Sam, are you in there?

(knocking)
Sam?

Who's there?

- Wait, just wait.

Who are you?

- Senior Constable Diane Mahood.

Identify yourself.

- Okay.

I'm coming out, but
you gotta see this.

There's dead bodies.

- [Samantha] What?

Name.

- John Kolt.

I'm just here for an interview
with Samantha Romans.

That's all.

- What bodies?

- Skeletons.

I don't know how many.

- Right, out here.

Hands up, on the porch.

(tense music)

Over here.

What interview?

- [John] With a friend of mine,
about the school shooting.

- [Samantha] Right, ID.

- Samantha made threats
against my friend,

and now her husband
and kids are missing.

And there are fucking
dead people in the wall,

so why don't you go
in and take a look?

(both grunting)

(Samantha groans)

(gun fires)

Fuck.

(tense music)

(cell phone buzzes)

- [Samantha] You're dead.

- What the fuck.

(cell phone rings)

- What the fuck have
you gotten me into?

- [Jamie] She wants to kill me!

- Yeah, she's a fucking psycho.

There's fucking dead
bodies in the wall.

- Kolt.

(Jamie sobs)

Cooper...

Cooper's dead.

- What?

- She fucking killed him!

And now I'm trying to
save Kerri and Greg.

- Jesus Christ, Jamie.

Call the cots.

- Kolt, you really
have to help me.

I mean, you've been
in the army, fuck!

- All right, all right.

Where are you?

- I'm driving to
Moondah Hill Cemetery.

I mean, she said
that they're there.

I've got a fuckin' gun, Kolt.

- [John] What? From where?

- From her.

She's screwing with my head.

- She's gonna try
and fucking kill you.

She's going to kill you.

- Oh, Jesus.

- All right, meet
me at the cemetery.

All right, you give
me the gun you've got.

Mine's out of bullets.

- Okay.

- [John] Okay?

- Okay.

- What the fuck?

I'll call you back.

(odd banjo music)

♪ I am a poor
wayfaring stranger ♪

♪ Traveling through
this world alone ♪

♪ There is no sickness,
toll, or danger ♪

♪ In that bright
land to which I go ♪

♪ I'm going home
to see my mother ♪

♪ Going home, no more to roam ♪

♪ I'm only going over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only going over home ♪

♪ I know dark clouds
will gather over me ♪

♪ I know my path is
rough and steep ♪

♪ But golden fields
lay out before me ♪

♪ Where weary eyes
sure will weep ♪

♪ I'm going home
to see my father ♪

♪ Going home, no more to roam ♪

♪ I'm only going over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only going ♪

(John screams)

(gun fires)

(Samantha breathes heavily)

♪ I'm only going over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only ♪

- [Woman] State your emergency.

- Yeah.

There's been shots fired,

and he gave me his phone.

Yeah, he said
something about Jamie.

You need to hurry.

(Samantha grunts)

- [Man] Moondah
Hills Police Station.

- Hi, it's Sam.

- Sam.

You okay?

- Ah, no, not really.

How's the station tonight?

- Quiet as.

- Hey, you know that journo,

Jamie Connard, I asked you
to do a background check on?

Well, I dunno why,

but she's she's
offered me 15 grand

to kill her husband and kids.

- What?

- Yeah, I know, it's...

Look, I told Truglio,

and he said that he'd
follow it up, so-

- Why's she calling you?

- Oh, I dunno, mate.

She had something
about she knows

where I'm from or something.

Look, she's off her head.

He hasn't done
anything about it,

'cause she called me again.

So I told her to meet me
at the northern entrance

of the cemetery.

- Here?

Our cemetery?

- Yeah, yeah.

Look, if I was on the
job, I'd make the arrest,

but do you want it?

- Sure, yeah.

- Okay, okay.

Well, just be careful,

'cause I don't know
how dangerous she is.

(Julie sobs)

(unnerving music)

- Oh, come on, fuck.

(Julie breathes heavily)
(unnerving music)

Come on.

(Julie slams)

(phone rings)

I'm here.

- [Samantha] Where?

- I'm entering the
cemetery like you told me.

Where are they?

- I think maybe you
mean "where am I?"

I told you I would kill you.

- [Jamie] I want my family back.

- [Samantha] I feel
different now, Jamie.

I feel lighter.

- Where!

- [Samantha] Among
the tombstones in
freshly dug graves.

My husband and daughter
are buried here too.

- Where are you?

- I can see your headlights.

You just keep driving, slowly.

Oh, you're texting someone.

Your friend won't answer.

He's dead.

- Bullshit.

Bullshit!

- [Samantha] John
Kolt won't answer.

Greg and Kerri are
in the far corner.

You've still got time to
save them, you'll be a hero.

- My child is dead!

- And so are mine.

I'm not your entertainment.

My life is not
your entertainment.

(Jamie sobs)
- Fuck.

Fuck.

(Jamie grunts)

Is that you?

The lights?

- You just get out
of your vehicle.

Hold out your gun
so I can see it.

- You come and get it!

- Oh, coward.

- I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- [Bianco] Police!

- Oh, yeah?

Well, do it. Don't
talk about it.

- [Bianco] Put down your weapon!

(gun fires)
(Jamie screams)

(Samantha laughs)

(Jamie sobs)

- Oh, fuck.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my god, fuck. Shit.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

(Samantha chuckles)
(Jamie breathes heavily)

(Jamie screams)

- Oh, you ran away, Jamie.

Well, at least you're safe.

Listen, I've got
something to show you.

Just when you think it
couldn't get any worse...

It gets worse.

Look, Jamie, it's you.

- What?

- You're on the
National Crime Database,

and a few other places.

You're famous!

- What have you done?

- You're the story now.

Well, not long to go, Jamie,
and it'll all be over.

(Jamie sobs)

You're crying.

Yeah, I agree with you.

You're not gonna make it.

So, is this interview over?

Are we done?

Are you gonna send
me the $15,000?

Or maybe I should just drive
my van to your lovely house

and fill it up to the
value of 15 grand.

You can come and
help if you'd like.

It's your house, after all.

Not talking?

You feeling the loss?

(Jamie sobs)

- You're just
gonna let them die.

- It's almost that
time of night now.

Sometimes I've had waking
dreams at this time of night.

I love it like this.

Driving alone at night,

watching the white lines
appear in the headlights.

So even.

So regular.

Another one.

Another one.

Do you know what
my dad did, Jamie?

When I was a kid?

I stole a few things.

I was about 14.

Some perfume, makeup, things
that we couldn't afford.

My dad sort of roughed
me around a bit.

Then he parked his
truck on my dog's tail,

and I had to listen to it
crying for me all night long.

My mother was terrified of him.

And she took that out on me.

With my kids and my family,

I wanted it to be different.

You try to break these
things, these patterns,

but the stuff that they've
put in you, it just sticks.

(unnerving music)

It's just you and me now, Jamie.

On the road, in the dark.

Watching the white lines.

Jamie, talk to me.

- Yes.

- I want you to imagine me.

I want you to feel what I'm
feeling as you're driving back.

This is important.

I wanna tell you something
I've never told anyone.

- What is it?

- My husband, David.

David was on his motorcycle.

Caitlin was on the
back, it was raining.

They hit a tram track and slid.

David slammed into a
pole and broke his hip.

Caitlin was thrown off
the bike and hit by a car.

(Jamie sobs)

You're lying in
bed, can't sleep.

It's so late.

Your husband's got his
back turned to you.

You can't sleep
because he's crying.

It's beyond grief.

When Caitlin died,
something unlocked in him.

He fell into a hole
that he couldn't...

He couldn't climb out of.

I thought having Tim
would fix things,

but it just made it
worse for everyone.

He used to tell his
parents all the time

that he wanted to die.

And then one day you realize...

You realize that
he's relying on you.

Your love for him.

So you get up.

You go to the cabinet.

You return with a gun.

It's so late.

You're so exhausted.

You don't know what's happening.

You're handing the gun.

He pushes it back towards you.

He wants you to do it.

He puts his two
hands around yours...

(tense music)

And he stares at you.

And keeps staring at you.

And the last line between us...

Has gone.

(tense music)

(gun fires)

You don't know whether
you're falling apart,

or something deep within
you is coming together.

And I thought it
would be quieter.

But the sounds just got louder.

His grief, her crying, and I
couldn't stand it any longer.

And so I went to rescue them.

And I brought them home

so that they could
watch over my son.

(baby cries)

And every day...

That's how I want
it for you, Jamie.

To live inside this
little circle with me.

(Jamie sobs)

To live everything I've lived.

With a husband, his grief.

He's just stuck in
your mind forever.

The choices you
made can't be undone

And nothing can help.

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(seatbelt unbuckles)

(Jamie breathes heavily)

(ominous music)

(Samantha grunts)
(Jamie sobs)

Turn over.

You're just as I thought.

A face that's gotten
away with far too much.

Stand up.

(Jamie sobs)

Garage.

Jamie, what's this?

Greg's over there.

- Greg!

Greg.

- He might have passed out.

Why don't you knock?

- Greg.

Greg!

- He can't hear us, Jamie.

- Greg!

Greg, I'm here, I'm here!

(Greg yells)

- [Samantha] Jamie, Jamie!

It's almost over,
it's almost over.

- Where's Kerri?

- [Samantha] Oh, oh,
she's over there.

- Kerri, we're home.

Time!

(Jamie sobs)

- But you will need these.

- You horrible fucking bitch!

Kerri, Kerri!

Mommy's here.
(Kerri squeals)

- [Samantha] Jamie over there.

- Kerri, wake up, Mommy's here.

- You see that phone?

If I call that phone, then
the whole place blows up.

(Jamie sobs)

- I just need to
get it over with.

There's nothing I can do.

There's nothing I can say.

You let those kids
die at the school,

you don't give a shit who dies!

- Do you need to know
what it feels like

to be forced to choose?

(Jamie sobs)

Greg.

Jamie's only got time to
open up one of the boxes.

She's got maybe,
what, 45 seconds?

One of you, only
one of you can live.

Greg, Greg!

If you can hear
me, you just nod.

Greg.

(Greg yells)

- Greg!

- Kerri, Mommy's
trying to work out

who she loves the most.

(Kerri squeals)

Mommy, Mommy.

You have 45 seconds to decide.

So, Greg, I think
this whole place

is gonna have to go up.

Think fast, Jamie.

20 seconds.

20, 19...

18, 17...

(Greg sobs)

Fuck it, we'll all go.

(Jamie screams)

(Greg groans)

She ran, Greg.

She's out there, at
the end of the street.

- How could she let
her own son die?

How could she let the
little Cooper die?

- Where is he?

- Well, you'll
have to ask Jamie.

- Ah!

(Greg groans)
(tense music)

Kerri!

Kerri, Kerri.

- I want you to know what
it's like to shoot someone.

- Let her out!

- Greg, put it on.

Or you'll just be
one more dead man

for me to forget.

Jamie's already
shot Officer Bianco,

so she's got residue
on her hands.

Greg!

Put the glove on!

If you wanna make her pay...

You take that off,
and you get rid of it.

Greg, see?

You see?

Oh, look.

Here she comes, here's Jamie.

Jamie!

Oh, there you are.

You never really know the
deepest part of yourself

until you're face to face
with it, do you, Jamie?

How could I let my own son die?

It was such a
beautiful day, Jamie.

You know that school.

You know that school
on a beautiful day.

And I heard shots fired.
(gun fires)

And then when the fear comes,

it's like you're
watching yourself.

It's like you're not
really in your body.

The kids running everywhere.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

And then I saw Tim.

And my body just shut down.

I couldn't stand, I couldn't
think, I couldn't...

And then he saw me.

(dramatic music)

And then a girl
appeared, with a shotgun.

And she was looking at me.

And she saw me see Tim.

And he just stared at me,
hoping that I would save him.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

It's bad enough knowing
who you really are.

But when the people who
you love find out...

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

(Greg groans)

- Greg, Greg!

Kerri!

Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg!

(both sobbing)

Oh, get her out.

Get her out, get her out.

(Jamie sobs)

Oh, Kerri.

- I'll kill you!
(Jamie screams)

- Greg, Greg.

No, Greg!

- Get away!
(Jamie yells)

(Jamie sobs)

(tense music)

(melancholic guitar music)

♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Go tell that
long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Well my goodness gracious,
let me tell you the news ♪

♪ My head's been wet
with the midnight dew ♪

♪ I've been down
on bended knee ♪

♪ Talkin' to the
man from Galilee ♪

♪ He spoke to me in
the voice so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the
shuffle of angel's feet ♪

♪ He called to em and
my heart stood still ♪

♪ When he said,
John, go do my will ♪

♪ Go tell that
long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later.
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Well, you might throw your
rock and hide your hand ♪

♪ Workin' in the dark
against your fellow man ♪

♪ But I'm sure as God
made black and white ♪

♪ What's done in the dark
will be brought to the light ♪

♪ What's done in the dark
will be brought to the light ♪

♪ You can run on
for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later,
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Go tell that
long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that
midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the
gambler, the back biter ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪