The Second (2017) - full transcript

Christine's new persona as the celebrated author of an erotic memoir is threatened when Rachel, her best friend and muse, reveals the truth behind the novel's provenance, igniting an incendiary tale of sex, lies and betrayal.

Thank you for coming.

I don't have much time.
Press tours.

You're in demand.

Yeah, it's nonstop.

You sit there.

I just need a level for sound.

- One, two, three.
- Perfect.

I'm terrible at interviews.

Occupational hazard for
both of us, right?

I have something to confess.

I'm a big fan. Would you
mind signing my copy?

Of course.


What would you like me to write?

You're the writer.

There you go.

"Can't write without a reader."

"It's precisely like a kiss.
- You can't do it alone."

Cute. So, who do you
regard with a mutual kiss?

I don't kiss and tell.


Your first book,

an award-winning,
sexually charged memoir.

Your second, something
entirely different...

The story of a murdered boy.

The la times book
prize - quite a win!

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

So, how does it feel to
be a literary darling?

I'm trying not to think
about it, darling.

The times called it "an
erotic and audacious memoir".

What do you call it?

Uh, well... my life.

What's next, a film adaptation?
Another book?

Well, I've been kidnapped by
my publisher for the week.

He's a total sadist in
tortoiseshell glasses.

And he's not go...

He's not gonna let me go until
I give him the next book.

A week of no distractions, then?

Uh... maybe one or two.

Come on, hop out.
Stretch your legs.

No, I'm waiting.

Last one.

I'm so proud of you.

You'd be amazed how many clients
I have that cannot do PR.

You calling me a whore?

Yeah, a little.

Thank god there's one of you.

You know, the woman who wrote
that book grew up around here.

Her father wrote the
bellbird's warning.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

You're her!

"The silver-voiced bellbirds"

"the darlings of daytime

"they sing in September
the songs of the may-time

"when shadows wax strong
and thunderbolts hurtle

- "they lie..."
- Hide.

They hide.

"They hide with the fear..."

- Their fear.
- With their fear.

- "In the leaves of the myrtle."
- Oh, stop it.

- I love your father's book.
- Yes.

- It's my all-time favourite.
- I don't care.

- Ok, it's my second...
- Yes.

- Favourite.
- I don't care.

Well, I do care.

Being out here, seeing
this landscape...

Gets me hard.

Gets me hard.


- Do you think I should get out?
- No, don't.

- Another one of your fans?
- Just no.

Oi, move!

- Don't be an idiot.
- Me?

Well, because country
people out here...

You know, it's different.
They're polite.

That's real fuckin' polite.

Hey, move!


He wants a rise out of you.
Please don't.

Just don't give it to him.

What's he doing?!

Are you deaf and dumb?

- Just go.
- Hey!

I've got your number.
You're a hazard!

- Just go.
- Idiot!

I've sent the caretaker away
so we won't be disturbed.

I know he sold a lot
of books, but...

Family money. My mother's side.

- What was she like?
- She died when I was five.

That's his study. We...

We don't go in there.

It's locked.

It's always locked.


- Happy now?
- Very happy.

- Who's that?
- Hmm?

You and the hottie lolling
about half-naked.

Yeah, she's no-one.

Bit dusty.

I haven't been home
since he died, so...

And there it is.

I hate that sound.

Is the bellbird's call
actually a warning?

Any time a real estate
agent tries to sell you

a parcel of paradise with those
beautiful bellbird calls,

don't walk - run.

- It's a trap?
- Exactly.

You know, the bell miner -
it looks harmless enough

but they kill everything around
them until there's nothing left.

It's called dieback.

Was your father's fame a trap?


Was it hard to live up to?

Any time someone's so
universally loved,

you don't have a choice.

You walk in a long shadow.


Don't always want to be fucked
and choked at the same time.

Not what it says in your memoir.

You scratched me.

- Fuck!
- Sorry.

Could it begin with a song
from their childhood?

'Cause that's the
fucking problem.

Fuck off!

There she is.

Sometimes I don't
want to be her.

You have nine new
voice messages.

Hey, it's me.

I don't know why I
can't get through.

Anyway, I'm arriving
on the 10 o'clock bus.

I-I can't wait to see you.

Hey, will you pick me
up in the old car?

Ok, bye.

♪ They hide with their fear

♪ in the leaves of the myrtle. ♪

- Did you steal them?
- He gave them to me.

- He loves me.
- Gross!

Which one?

Stars. Yeah.

I don't know why she's
gotta come now.

Of all the weeks, this week.
This "no-one".

Well, because she's not no-one.

And, you know, I haven't
seen her for years.

You'd do the same for
one of your friends.

No, I wouldn't.

Maybe... that's why
you haven't got any.

I'm an island.

Right, you stay here
and be an island.

And I'll be back soon.

Ah, and a word of warning -

she's seductive and
a devious liar.

Thought she was your friend.

She is.

He told me to tell
you something!

You have to teach me a lesson.

They don't have cars
where you come from?

Povvo ones, not like
this sexy beast.

- Don't hurt it.
- I won't.

Turn the key.

Yeah, no, I'm looking
at the pages right now.


I know. I know it's
overdue, yeah.

But she doesn't want anyone to
see it before she's finished.

Uh-huh. And can I just tell you,

I don't want to oversell
it but it's good.

It's good, yeah. Maybe even
better than the old man.


Yeah, worth every
cent of our advance.

Sorry I didn't come see
you at the funeral.

- It's ok.
- I couldn't stay.

I had this thing. I mean,
it's all very complicated.

But anyway, that's done now.

- Totally done.
- It's ok.

Yeah, my fuckin' boss accuses
me of stealing their tips.

And I thought, "I've
busted my arse for years"

"fucking schlepping tables
for that piece of shit."

- So fuck him.
- Did you steal them?

Maybe. Hey, I had to.

Rent, coke... who knew
life was so expensive?

What about that guy
you were seeing?

- Lenny?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, hard to see someone
who's serving 7 to 10.

What did he do?

Fucked me with an
intent to ruin my life.

It's great to see you, it really is.

You can't stay the whole week.

I've got my publisher
here and I'm...

Trying to start the next book.



And don't worry.

You won't even know I'm here.

I doubt that.

- Best friend.
- Publisher.


- She told you.
- She tells me everything.


So which room should I take?

Usual one?

She means my old room. And...

Tongue back in mouth.

Oh, my old bed!

Oh, it's good to be back.

Come on, you're gonna have
to stay in here with me.

- I'm working.
- Oh, come on! It'll be fun.

- Alright, maybe one night.
- Yeah, it'll be good.

- Just don't make a mess.
- What, me?

- How long is she staying?
- Couple of days.

I don't know if that's good.

Well, she's had a
rough trot, you know.

I couldn't just put her back
on a bus and send her away.

You're the one who said
she was a monster.

God, look at you. You're
already under her spell.


Calm down.

Mum and dad...

Cocktail time.

So did she tell you about us?



"She was standing
at the bus stop."

"Her clothes were
far too tight."

"Far too tight"

"for her curves,
to contain her."

"They strained against
her thighs..."

"The parts of her she
was trying to conceal."

What are you, a fuckin'
man or a mouse?


I still don't believe you.


- No.
- How did you two meet?

- Catholic girls' school.
- Really?!

Mmm. It happens, not
just in the movies.

And pornos.

Well, actually we met in
the confessional, so...

Yeah, I had a
burning confession.

And I was pretending
to be a priest

and I wanted to hear a secret.

And what was the secret?

- Well...
- Well...

I'd been felt up by
one of the nuns.

Well, it was the first time I'd
been touched sexually, you know.

And, well, I needed to
tell someone the good news

so I turned to god.

Yes, I have, um... I've
heard that one before.

Yeah, well, you know...

Jesus, it happened to a lot of us.
She's not special.

Dark habits and lots of
canings in rectories.

And instead of 10 hail Marys...

She invited me for the summer
to meet her famous father.

I came every summer
until I stopped coming.

And why did you stop coming?

Well, that - that...

I think we need more
alcohol for that.

You know...

I need to work tomorrow, so...

- I read your memoir.
- It's brilliant, isn't it?

- Don't.
- No, no.

Look, he is right.

I mean, it's not the
bellbird's warning,

but it's brilliantly crafted.

Maybe next time you'll
get what you deserve.

A pulitzer.

She hates praise.

I love praise.

I'm going inside.

- Second novel syndrome.
- Is that what it is?

I can hear you!

Hey, I'm sorry.

She's a bit distracting.

I can't do it.

Go and tell her. I'll
finish off here.

♪ You are an obsession

♪ I cannot sleep I
am your possession

♪ unopened at your feet

♪ there's no balance

♪ no equality

♪ be still I will
not accept defeat

♪ I will have you
yes, I will have you

♪ I will find a way
and I will have you

♪ like a butterfly
a wild butterfly

♪ I will collect you
and capture you

♪ you are an obsession
you're my obsession

♪ who do you want me to be
to make you sleep with me?

♪ You are an obsession
you're my obsession

♪ who do you want me to be
to make you sleep with me?

♪ I feed you I drink you

♪ by day and by night

♪ I need you I need you

♪ by sun or candlelight

♪ you protest you want to leave

♪ stay oh, there's
no alternative

♪ your face appears again

♪ I see the beauty there
but I see danger... ♪


♪ Stranger beware

♪ a circumstance in
your naked dreams... ♪

I thought you were
going to tell her.

I tried.

So she has actually read it.

You were right. I should
never have let her stay.

I'm in a hole with your advance.

I need this book.

And your beautiful liar
is getting in the way.

So unless you tell her...

I will.

I'll do it.

I just need peace and
quiet right now.

You're taking it the wrong way.

The wrong fucking way? Which
way should I take it?

What's that story about the guy
in the attic and the painting?

He gets younger as the
portrait withers and dies?

- Dorian gray.
- Yes, Dorian gray.

'Cause I'm the withering
fucking portrait.

You're just going
through a rough patch.

Oh, how fucking reassuring!
You should write gift cards.

So how's the writing coming on?

- It's fine.
- That's not what he said.

- Yeah? What'd he say?
- He said you're struggling.

Well, maybe I am a little bit.
It's normal after such success.

"That's normal after
such success."

How much you want this time?

- I don't want your money.
- Well, what, then? Say it.

This was a mistake.
You should go.

You don't have to struggle.

Turn it up!

So demanding.


It's alright, I've got it.
I've got this.

Let's talk about the story.

Two girls, a boy.

- The boy dies.
- Mmm. They murder him.

I'd like to read you a
passage for comment.

Of course.

Hey, you've done your research.

Mmm. Yeah, there
was an accident.

A boy died on your property.

Yeah, true.

And you write about
a murdered boy.

- Everything's fair game.
- Everything?

And everyone.


Ground rule number one -

I need to work.

So there is no more
boozy soirees -

I need six hours of
quiet every day.

- No more boozy soirees.
- And no more music.

- Come on, that's not fair.
- Uh-uh-uh!

- Fine. No music.
- Good.

If I hear so much as a peep out
of either of you, you're out.

You got it?

Got it.


I'm just going for a run.

You're keen.

You want to do something?

Six hours a day.

Just so precious.


I'm just gonna lie
here and do nothing.


There's a dead snake.

How can I use that?

There's a snake...

Hey. Hey, listen, mate. Mate.

I'm not sure if I offended
you the other day,

but if I did, I'm
really sorry, ok?

I'm from the city. I'm not...

Got to be careful of snakes.


Not here.

Back there, where you came from.

Those two girls.

Fuckin' snakes.

What? What?

You tell 'em I hate snakes.

Cut their heads off.


Oh, hi.

I won't look over your shoulder.

I will just quietly...

Quietly, quietly
drop that there.

Hey, wait.

Sit with me.

So what's with the publisher?

Don't know.

He seems self-entitled to me.


Pretty nice and smart,
once you get to know him.

- Well, I won't get to know him.
- Thanks.

I've missed this.

Me too.

I'm going to sell the property.

You can't!

I hardly ever come here...

And there's too much history.

So I'm going to give
you some money.

You can go back to school.

You set yourself up.




threw a dead snake at me.

It could have been alive.

It's not finished, you know.

Course it's not.

Hey, you ok?

I'm far from ok.

Hey, sorry for... for laughing.

He threw a dead snake at me!

What the fuck?! Is
that a thing out here?

No, not that I remember.

Oh, he called you a snake too.
Wants to cut your head off, fyi.

- Charming.
- We have history, so...

- Oh, god, no. Really?!
- Not that kind of history!

And anyway, I've got something
that's gonna cheer you up.

Having a snake thrown at you
is a bit of a boner killer.

I don't mean that.

I mean this.

- Pages?
- Yeah.

Well, it's the beginning
of something.

- He hates it.
- Oh, relax, will you?


Well, come on. Don't
hold us in suspense.

It's not landing for me.

- Really?
- What does he mean?

Sorry, what does that mean?

It means I can see potential.

Two women...

A dark secret,
away for the week.

One a writer with a publisher
boyfriend - cheeky.

- The other, a muse.
- But?

It lacks that raw
emotional honesty

that your readers
have come to expect.

Maybe you're right.

- Second novel syndrome.
- So how does it end?

Right now, I'm
thinking of a death.

- The muse?
- The publisher.

My own.

God, can we have some fun now?

- What's taking her so long?
- She's angry at you.

Holy Jesus! Is that real?

Yeah, and it's loaded.

In case we meet any
unwanted locals or snakes.

She's a great shot.

Oh, look at her. She
loves an audience.

- You're very protective of her.
- Somebody has to be.

I can control myself.

That's interesting, 'cause
most men prefer her, you know.

My father, for one.

He called her his
little bellbird.

And that makes you angry?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Next minute, we'll
be mud-wrestling.

It shouldn't, you know. You have
everything and she has nothing.

Ok, so...

You've got to jam it into
your shoulder really tight.

Now, don't focus on the tip
of the barrel - focus here.

- Got it?
- I got it!

Listen, I'm sorry about before.

- I like the pages, ok?
- No, you don't.

Anyway, it's ok. They're shit.

Come on.


- Attaboy!
- Let me.

Told you - it's all
in the shoulder.

What happened to your foot?

I just stepped on a piece of glass.
It's nothing.

You're in the wars, aren't you?

Don't worry, I'll protect you.

Do you know why butch Cassidy
likes to throw snakes?

- There's history.
- Yep, there certainly is.

- We were 14...
- We were here.

Just as we are now.

Sunny, his younger brother, was
standing over there on the shore

and he tried to swim out to us.

But he didn't make it.

- Actually, he...
- He drowned.

He just drowned?

You couldn't jump
in and save him?

Doesn't seem like it's that far.

We tried, but... no, it all
just happened so quickly.

Well, that's the story.

No, it's not just a story.
It's a statement of fact.

You know, I gave a
statement to the police.

Father helped us sort it out.

So you knew him.


The other day on the
road, when we arrived.

You acted like you didn't
know him, but you did.

You know, if I
remember correctly,

I was protecting
you from yourself.

"You know why..."

"He likes to throw snakes?"

"Because there's history."

Fuck you!

What are you doing?

You have such expensive taste.

Let me see. Um...

What about this one?

It's expensive.

You're angry.


It's McQueen. You
should have it.

It's gonna look
better on you anyway.


Nice dress.

Does she know you have it?

Now, what's the one thing that
you want to see most of all?

I don't have time for games.

Think about it, fanboy.

I know where all the
bodies are buried.

Oh, god, that smell.

It's exactly the same.

I can feel him watching us.

I can too.

Why are the windows
all boarded up?

I don't know. It was probably
done after his death.

Keep out the elements, fans.

- Like a shrine?
- More like a tomb.



My youth.

- So it's true.
- What's true?

- You were his favourite.
- Why do you say that?

That's him in the
reflection, right?

He always said I was
destined for greatness.

Stupidly, I believed him.

You're a waitress, aren't you?

I got fired, so
technically I'm nothing.

I'm sure you're
good at something.


Living in the shadow
of greatness.

There is no sun without shadow.

Camus said that.

Fuck camus.

Yeah. Fuck camus.

Although she would
agree with him.

So would the old man.

He used his... sunny
powers of celebrity

to help us with the
dead boy problem.

What are you saying?

- What, he lied for you?
- El scandalo.

She said it was an accident.

You said it was an accident.
She avoided the question.

What are you doing?

I'm shining light on the
shadow of greatness.

So, if it wasn't an accident...

What happened?

Why don't you ask her? And
while you're at it...

Ask her about her memoir.

For someone who trades in
lies, you're pretty dim.

Are you saying she
didn't write the book?

Tap-tap-tap on the keyboard.

Pretty easy to make that sound.

You're un-fucking-believable.

- Don't you laugh at me.
- Look at you.

You're wearing her dress,
claiming her story.

- Fuck you.
- You even tried to hit on me.

- I don't want you.

I want you to get the fuck out

before I smash your
fucking face in.

Get the fuck out.

I don't believe it.

Good, because it's not true.

- She's jealous of you.
- She always has been.

I said to you, don't trust her.

But no, you're like
a cartoon wolf.

It's not my fault her
life's a fucking mess.

The hangovers, the losers!

And then, just when she thinks
something's going to happen...





What do you want?

Hey, I... I don't want a fight.

Seems like you do.

Just trying to figure
out the truth.


Your brother.

I think she's writing about him.

It's a free country.

Did he drown in the lake?

Do you know why we
called him sunny?

He was fuckin' terrified of water.
He couldn't swim.

Like the Sundance kid.
That was his nickname.

I should've been there for him.

How much justice can you afford?

That's how it goes round here.

Didn't you get the memo?
Jogging can kill.

I'm heading back to the city.

What? What's wrong now?

- Just confused.
- About?

Us. You. Everything.

You know, I can't believe
you're still going on about it.

I spoke with butch Cassidy.


He tells me his brother
couldn't swim.

If he couldn't swim, what
was he doing in the water?

He was a horny boy.
I don't know.

What happened to the kid?

You know what?

Maybe I need a
different publisher,

one that believes in me.

Why don't you stay out here?

I hope a snake does bite you.

Ever heard the expression "a
work of art is a confession?"


Guess who said that.

Fortune cookie?

Albert camus. I'm surprised
you didn't know that.

Yeah, well, fuck camus.

Why would I write a confession
and hide it in a story?

I don't know. That's what
I'm trying to get straight.

Well, it wouldn't be much
of a confession, would it?

Not unless there's
another reason.

But then, you don't
kiss and tell.

- Well, that depends.
- On?

The kiss.

"I was in Moscow
after glasnost."

"Such wealth and poverty,"

"all entirely without rules."

"A powder keg of depravity."

"I was staying in a hostel"

"near the train station."

"I'd run out of
money, knew no-one."

"But I thought, a girl
like me can always find"

"the sharp edge of a knife."

So I found an underground club.

It was some abandoned
remnant of a hotel -

it was full of
oligarchs and hookers.

The hotel rossiya.

I danced and I drank
whatever they gave me.

And then I wasn't in the
hotel rossiya anymore...

And I wasn't dancing.

When I woke up,

all I could see was a forest.

Trees and shadows.

There were lots of shadows
moving around me,

with torchlights.

And they were
pushing me forward.

One of them, he took my hand.

The other, he stripped me naked.

He forced me onto the ground
and he spread my legs.

My whole body burned

from the fallen needles
of the fir trees.

They were cutting into my skin.

And then I felt
the first shadow.

And then when he finished,
the next started.

And then the next.

The funny thing was,
I wasn't thinking...

I thought, "this isn't an orgy.
This isn't rape."

"This isn't dirt in my mouth.
This is theatre."

"I need to play my part
and play it well."

So I stared straight into those
flashlights and I didn't flinch.

It's so hard to imagine that
terror can be so erotic.

But it can...

When you're being
fucked by shadows.

You don't think she could have
come up with that, do you?

I mean, she's good.

But she's not as good as me.

I'm ruined.

Welcome to the club.


Now who's the pathetic one?
Go on.

Take it out on me.

Be a man! Huh?

It's hard to imagine...

Terror can be so erotic.

But it can be, when you're
being fucked by shadows.

Now you have the real thing.

Don't you see that one
lie leads to another?

- You know...
- The fake memoir, the dead boy?

I didn't know he couldn't swim.

I don't think you know
what's true anymore.

That would be fine,

except for the fact that you
have destroyed my life,

stolen someone else's and
quite possibly killed a boy.


So you come here,

you assault her,

and then you try to leave.

You're kidding me.

Can I do that? Can I do that?

Fuck it. Yes, I can.

Ok. Go to the police, then.


I don't think you will.

Maybe I will.

Come on, sunny. Sing!

You were there. You
tell me what happened.

♪ When shadows wax strong

♪ and the thunderbolts hurtle

♪ they hide with their fear

♪ in the leaves of the myrtle. ♪


What the fuck is that?

The last words he ever heard.

Get fuckin' off me!

Get off me!

I can call her back. I called
her here the first time!

No, I asked her to come.

The muse - I asked.

Then he gets her and he throws
her up against the wall

and he says, "you
fuckin' bitch!"

Forgot my phone. Just a sec.



Hi! Sorry, he's decided to stay.

Suit yourself.

Long way to come to
change your mind.

That's what I said.

She knows what
she's going to do.

She's just waiting now.

The study window.

It's boarded up.

Shafts of light
through the boards.

And he's yelling,
"you fucking bitch!

- "Let me out."
- Let me out!

He's trapped.

Little bellbird.

Come inside.

Where's the other one?

She's down at the lake... no.

She's with butch Cassidy.

And she is covered in blood.

She's got a very...

Faint smile.

I want to refer to a
term you used earlier -


When the bell miner takes
everything good from the tree,

leaving it to rot
from the top down.

How do you stop it?

Well, you have to start again.
Burn everything to the ground.

Something new has
to go in its place,

something living to
replace the dead.

It occurs to me that you've done
the same thing with your book -

erased the past and replaced
it with something new,

a new story about
the murdered boy.

No, you can't change the past.

But you can rewrite it.

He's got a gun.


And so have we.

Like to beat up women, do you?

I'm talking to you!

I just don't want
any more trouble.

This is what happens when
you make up stories.

"I just don't want"

"any... more... trouble."

Can you read this
out loud for me?

Take your time.

"First it was just us."

"It was a driving lesson."

"Then we decided to go swimming,
turned onto the track,"

"the one that leads to the lake,
and that's when we saw him."

Could you hold it there
for just one second?

Do you mind if we
take a short break?


I'll be right back.


- How's it going?
- Good.

What's she like?

Classic narcissistic
personality disorder,

plus daddy issues.

- Sounds like fun.
- Barrel of monkeys fun.

Where were we?

That's right - you were reading.

"At first it was just us."

"A driving lesson, but then
we decided to go swimming."

I don't get it. Maybe you
can clear this up for me.

One is a sworn
statement of truth

and one is a complete fiction.

But which one is which?

Please, isn't it obvious?

At this point in our interview,

I would like to read
you your rights.

- You don't need to do that.
- I do need to do that.

Because what happens
with someone like you

is you get a high-priced lawyer

to come in and say that I
didn't follow procedure,

and then the whole thing gets
tossed out on a technicality.

Do you understand?


Ok, I'll talk to him and get
a sense of how mad he is.

- Pretty mad, I'd say.
- Tries anything, shoot him.

- I can't shoot...
- Take it!

Hey, it's me.


I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier.

But what do you
say - could we...

Could we work towards
an amicable resolution?

- What the...
- Fuck?!


Be careful!

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.


Don't shoot!

He's running!

Why write a different
version of the same events?

Which one is true?
Which one is the lie?

One of them couldn't
exist without the other.

I'm talking about a murder, not a...
A literary device!

The coroner ruled
it inconclusive.

But he didn't know that
the boy couldn't swim.

He was terrified of water.

You had it removed
from the record.

My father did. He
was protecting me.

And your friend? Did
he protect her?

Go right!

Get up!

Get up!

♪ I will have you
yes, I will have you

♪ I will find a way
and I will have you

♪ like a butterfly a
wild butterfly... ♪

Get out.

I-I won't go to the police.

Whatever you're thinking, please...

Just shut up and walk.


Did she do that to you?

You did that.

You assaulted her, remember?

- Just tell him.
- Tell me what?!

He was here too.

♪ The silver-voiced bellbirds

♪ the darlings of daytime

♪ they sing in September

♪ the songs of the may-time

♪ when shadows wax strong
and the thunderbolts hurtle

♪ they hide with their fear in
the leaves of the myrtle... ♪

- Go on, tell him.
- Why?

- Because it matters.
- Not to me! It doesn't matter.

He got out of hand,
just like you have.


Sunny, get off. Sunny, get off!

Help! Help!


Get off! Help!

Get off, sunny! Help!

So you killed him
in self-defence.


Not exactly.

Is he dead?

Tell him everything.

You don't have to
lie for me anymore.

Grab his arms. Do it!

- I covered it up.
- We covered it up.

But not anymore.

The truth needs to be told.

He's alive.

He's alive!

He's alive!

He's gone.

I found a way to step out of the
shadows and into the light.

We went back to the house and I
explained everything to father.

I told him that
sunny attacked me.

And I made him
believe it was true

so that he would protect me.

And did he protect you?


And after she told her father,

they made up a whole new story
and said it was an accident.

And I had to go along with
the whole fucking thing.

What the fuck's this
got to do with me?!

I told you, she
needs an audience.

Oh, not now. The show's over.

- And you know too much.
- You could stop her.

I don't want to stop her.

Your DNA.

- Her bruises.
- Fuckin' liars!

It's just enough for the police

to buy you as a violent
sexual predator.

How do you fuckin'
live with yourself?!

Now you know the end. I hope
you're not disappointed.

It's not exactly an 'up' ending.

Best friend.

"At first, it was just
us - a driving lesson."

"But then we decided
to go swimming."

"We turned at the track,"

"the one that leads
to the lake,"

"and that's where we saw him."

"I'll never forget
what happened."

"We were floating
around on the pontoon."

"I remember him diving
into the water."

"But he never came up for air."

"He just vanished."

Why isn't there a statement
from your friend?

- Because they believed me.
- I don't believe you.

You're gonna need more
evidence than that.

I know you killed him.

I know it.

But what I can't understand

is why you would write
a book about it.

Mack barton, the real boy.

15 years old. Brother to
Angus, son to Keith and Judy.

You have the power to
give the family closure.

Did you kill mack barton?

You charge me

or you let me go.

It's for her, isn't it?
The book?

Oh, congratulations - you've
read the dedication. Well done.

I'm actually talking
to the wrong person.

I should be talking to her.

If you see your friend, tell her
that I'd like to speak to her.

Yeah, if I see her.

He read your book.

Made a complaint.

"Your DNA, her bruises -
just enough for the police"

"to buy you as a violent
sexual predator."

"Now you know how it ends. I
hope you're not disappointed."

"It's not exactly
an 'up' ending."

But, of course, that's
not how it ends.

You'll have to buy the book.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

She loves an audience.

Do you know her?

Yeah, we know each other.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You were spectacular.
- Aww.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Can you sign this
for me, please?

Of course.

What would you like me to write?

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