The Messenger (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Ed!
You're a dead man, Ed Kennedy.
I'm getting messages from someone,
written on the Ace of Diamonds.
People think I'm the psycho.
You always were a
funny one, Jimmy.
Jimmy?
Has to be one of my
mates, right? Pranking me.
Maybe someone's
decided you're a hero.
What the hell are
you following me for?
Maybe I'm supposed to
help you or something.
You're under no obligation
to listen to these messages,
let alone act on them.
But, then, how would I
ever know what they are?
You free?
You got family in town, Ed?
What? Family. You got one?
Um, yeah. Uh, my
mum's still here.
Good. It's important. Mums are.
Yep, mums... are... good.
Sorry about that. Sorry.
It's illegal, you know?
No, it isn't what you think...
Pets must be restrained or
crated whilst in a vehicle.
I was just taking him home, sorry.
Down. Down. Um, he gets lonely.
Don't we all?
See you in court.
For the dog?
The robbery.
You're the star witness,
remember? Mm-hmm.
Call me if you
have any questions.
Pretty routine.
Stick to the facts and,
uh, you'll be right.
Oh, and, Ed,
about the other thing -
Edgar Street -
don't do anything stupid.
Uh...
Cock it.
Oh!
Sit. Sit. Good boy.
Stay. Good dog.
That's not me.
Let's go, mate.
I just wanna do stuff,
like... like other people do.
Like, you know, normal stuff,
like driving and working.
I don't know what it's
like not to be on them.
Well, Ritchie, I don't think
you can't do these things.
With medication.
Well, well, well, Mr Don King,
parking out on the street.
Well, the drugs are merely
to maintain mood stability,
to help you avoid
manic episodes.
The antidepressants not only help
promote a sense of wellbeing,
but are also there to
help relieve your anxiety.
The anti-psychotics
are a safeguard
against any disinhibited
aggressive behaviour,
or episodes of manic delusion.
What we are aiming for is the
maintenance of a normal balance
of brain chemicals to help you live
a stable, happy and normal life.
But if you'd like to discuss
your drug regime in more detail,
we could schedule a meeting
with your family to talk...
No. No, no, no. Let's not.
I think we should
forget I said that.
Um...
All good.
Teach me how to drive.
Shit!
What are you, a ninja? Damn.
No, I'm not teaching
you how to drive.
Why don't you ask Ed?
Or Audrey?
Alright.
Guess if you're gonna learn, you
gotta learn from the best, right?
You got your Ls?
One condition.
I'm gonna teach you how to drive
if you join the team. Sledge Match.
I'm the, uh, coach
and captain this year.
I hate football.
Ah, but you love sledging
people, right? Huh?
Until they lose
the will to live?
All you gotta do is talk
shit to the opposition.
You actually get more points
the more shit you talk.
And I know your mouth, Ritch.
You can talk a whole lot of shit.
And that's what Sledge Match is
all about. Plus, it's for charity.
So, good cause and
whatnot. Thoughts?
Deal.
Let's go.
Hehehehehe.
OK. Yep, OK. Just... Yep.
Big toe. OK, go, go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's good,
that's good. OK, now just...
Oh, shit!
Hey, easy, man.
What's with all the toys?
Can you just focus on the road,
please? Please, just eyes forward.
Are you a paedophile?
No, I... Can you
just focus, OK? Good.
You ever had sex
in here? What?
Can...
Keep your eyes on
the road. Can...
OK, yes, yes, yes, I had
sex in here with Suzanne.
Damn. Just...
OK, big toe.
Oh. Cock it!
And she'd bring this
fluffy little blanket
and we'd stay out until the
early hours of the morning.
You know, the sky
was all orange.
Just...
The windows were all foggy.
The warmth of her, you know?
I just...
Ed. You shit. What do you
want?
Mm. It's gonna cost you, Ed.
Team Sledge Match. Ritchie's in.
You're second pick. OK.
Yes!
So what did they take?
The guys who broke in.
Oh, yeah. Uh, nothing, really.
Just some spare change.
I told you, Ed. You gotta stop
leaving money lying around.
No joker, man.
They went into Dad's room.
Who? The messages people.
And they left
something. Another card?
A red circle around
one of the addresses.
Which one? Edgar Street.
Edgar Street? It's a shithole.
Why would you want to go there?
What? What's going on?
So let me get this straight.
A lonely old lady who you
kissed better, a rapey bad guy,
and a running girl who
kicked you in the nuts?
I know, OK? It sounds...
Wait, wait, wait.
First of all, why do
you get the messages?
What, because someone
thinks you're a hero?
It was my car that
stopped the robbery.
What does Audrey think? Oh.
Oh. Wait, I know
before Audrey?
I know. I will tell
her. I want to tell her.
I just haven't had
the chance to even...
Hey, maybe I should help
you with the messages.
You know, seeing as I was the
co-hero in the whole thing.
What's the deal
with running girl?
I don't know.
Are you gonna find out?
Pfff. Yes.
But Edgar Street's kind
of more pressing, so...
Ed, you don't know that.
I don't. Jesus!
Your dad, is he...
OK, what's he like? My
dad? He's just a dad.
OK, well, your mum, then?
Oh, who knows?
Parents are annoying.
I agree with you. Amen to that.
Can we just...
Can you just...?
OK, so no-one is
hurting you at home,
and no-one's hurting
you at school then.
Um, are you being cyber-bullied?
What are you, a
school counsellor?
Harsh.
Um, injuries. Do you stretch
enough? Are you stretching?
Have you got juvenile diabetes?
That's a thing, isn't it? Cancer.
Have you got cancer? Like
a weird, rare hair cancer?
You got hair cancer...?
My hair is fine, Ed.
So am I.
So no clear and present danger, then?
No imminent threat to your life?
Sorry to disappoint.
OK. Good.
You're on my list.
Not creepy at all.
I will be getting back
to you, but priorities.
Not that you're not one of
them, there's just one that's...
Go. Get your steps up.
Go, run.
I'll see you around, Saviour.
Any good?
Shit.
I mean, that looks better
though, doesn't it?
No, it doesn't, Ed. Oh, God, Mum is
gonna kill me. She cannot see this.
She's taken a loan
out for a second van.
It's OK. It's OK, we'll
fix it, we'll fix it.
And anyway, you know,
it's not your fault.
Vans have dodgy
blind spots, so...
Yeah, the guy just
came out of nowhere.
Yeah, he was probably drunk.
Probably on his damn phone.
Oh, dickwad. You should sue him.
Do you think I
could have a coffee?
Well, you do look
like shit. Oh.
Thank you.
Um, just been a bit busy.
I know.
You know, I've been
meaning to tell you.
I was gonna tell you the
other day, but we fought.
Ed! Oh!
Shit!
Oh, sorry. I'm
so, so sorry. Ow.
Are you OK? I'm sorry. Shit.
Oh, all good. Yeah, no.
I am so sorry. Stop. Stop. You
got it. It's all good, Auds.
I'm all good. No, it's not.
It's OK, it's OK. I almost
just killed my best friend.
Oh.
Oh, Mum's gonna kill me.
Oh, sorry. I have to go now.
Now?
OK. But hey...
Hey, no, hey, we are
gonna fix this. Ed...
OK, I will call Marv. I
mean, what, he's your man.
Your mum's not even
gonna notice, alright?
Ed, piss off.
How are ya? Coming
in for a beer, mate?
Nah, I better go home tonight.
Shit.
And it was definitely
your fault? Please say no.
Just give me something
to work with here.
Technically, yes,
it was my fault.
But the blind spots in
the van, they don't...
I'm sorry.
How was Dr Nadel?
Talk much about the robbery?
Yep. A bit.
Dr Nadel called, actually.
Said it had been a while since
we'd had a family appointment.
Thought you might want
to talk about your meds.
I've got one word for you both.
Con... fi... den... ti... ality.
At least let me help.
I could pick up some night shifts,
working Ed's cab or something.
Oh. No!
You are not doing that.
It's fine.
I'll put it through
the insurance. Mum.
You are going back to uni.
It was very nice of you to
come back after Ed's dad died,
but you are not making a career out
of working the damn coffee cart,
or driving a bloody taxi.
You deserve better than that.
Do I?
Bye.
See you later,
Dale. Yeah. Yeah.
Wake up, Ed Kennedy.
You're a dead man.
Mm.
Ooh. Ah, shit. Shit.
Come here.
Get your arse off to bed.
Get off it!
I'll throw you
out on the street.
Who are you?
No!
Um, I'm Ed.
No. Stop!
Are you here to save us?
Go on, then.
Hurt me again, and
I'll...
Oh, God!
Go back!
Come on, come on.
No!
It's OK.
There!
Stop. Stop!
Get off me.
Jesus. Bugger! What's going on?
Jesus Christ! What's going on?
God! Jesus. How did you get in?
Marv cut me copies. You
sleep in your dad's room now?
Sometimes.
Yeah, I miss him too.
Mm.
Oh... Only one tick.
Yeah, but there must be some
kind of, like, delay or something
because I actually stopped
Mr Edgar Street last night.
Oh, you should have seen me.
I was like a kind of hero.
Yeah.
So you're gonna stop him
tonight and every other night?
You need a Plan B. You got one?
Oh.
I don't know, but I will.
You could kill the
guy. No, I...
Bet that'd get you a tick.
And why are you so interested?
Got nothing better to do, and I
like a mystery. Kinda into it.
Yeah, me too.
Now, running girl.
Oh. I checked and she
said she was fine.
What? Why are you... What? What?
What else is she going to tell a
gangly stranger following her about?
Oh.
Come on, win this.
Keep that focus.
Keep that one
thing in your mind.
On your marks.
Set.
Go!
Go harder. Go faster.
Destroy them.
Come on, faster.
Come on.
Come on, don't waste my time.
Come on, run faster.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, fast. Come on!
Come on, I want you
to hold from here.
Run harder. Harder!
Run hard.
Come on!
Come on, go now. Push. Push. Go!
Come on.
You are kidding me!
Is that it? Is that all you got?
Good job.
Nice race.
What a waste of time.
You did really well. Well done.
Here, have a drink. Here.
You're too hard on yourself.
Hey. Hi. Good race.
Oh, nah. It was shit.
I'm not really sure
what's stopping me.
Hey, maybe I could run
with you next time. Yeah?
I'll trip over the competition?
Watch 'em fall flat on their face?
Maybe that's how I'm
supposed to help you.
I'm pretty sure that's not it.
Um, I have to get to
work now, I'm sorry.
Sure.
Thanks for coming
down. Any time.
See you later.
You know, Mum, you don't have to
book a cab to come see me every time.
Don't I?
I've just been a bit
busy lately, so sorry...
Mmm, I heard about the
whole hero business.
Oh. Yeah, that was very brave.
Not really. I mean,
anyone would do it.
Oh, you've got court coming
up, too, haven't you?
What? How did you know about
that? Oh, I have my ways.
OK, well, you don't have
to come. Oh, I'm coming.
Not every day your son goes to
court without committing a crime.
What are you going to
wear? Um, I don't know.
I was thinking a
suit. A suit? No.
You're not the one on trial. You
don't want to look up yourself.
Well, I...
I reckon, no, no, no, some
nice jeans would be great.
OK, well, I'm actually
the key witness, Mum,
so I'm pretty important
to like the whole thing.
OK, well, what suit, then?
You can't wear that one from
cousin Bradley's engagement.
You'll have to borrow
one of your brother's.
No, I'm not going to
wear Tommy's suit.
Well, what suit, then? Surely you're
not going to wear one of your dad's.
You'll smell like the
Booze Barn itself.
I'll buy you a new one.
We can go down to that
shop in the plaza...
No, I don't want you to
bloody buy me a new suit, Mum.
Oh. Excuse me for
trying to help.
God forbid a mother would
want to buy her son a suit.
Honestly, no wonder you lived with
your dad. You're just like him.
Soft and hopeless.
Hero or not, Ed, you'll end up just
like him if you don't watch out.
Did you get it?
Is that the stuff?
Oh.
Did you test the amount?
No. I didn't test the amount.
'Lots' is what I'm going with.
OK, you two are clear on
what we're doing, yeah?
Can you just stick to the plan?
Just relax, Mum.
Ooh.
G'day, dickhead. Pint of pale.
Here's a three-quarter latte
for you, and grab a free muffin.
End of day special.
Thank you.
Oh... Jesus!
Oh, sorry about
that, mate. Fuck!
That's my bad.
Marv, you idiot.
Yeah. Uh, hey, how about
I get you a new one, yeah?
Bloody oath you will. OK.
Pale.
Pint of pale, please, mate.
Come on, come on, come on.
You live around here?
What's it to you?
Got any family?
What about a wife
and kids? Hey?
Here we go, brother.
Hey, sorry about that.
No harm done, yeah?
Cheers.
Hello?
Can I get a flat white?
Sure.
Keep the change.
Shame about your van.
Did he say anything?
He just...
He just stared at me.
Sorry.
I really needed you.
Where were you?
I was at the pub,
with Ed and Marv.
That's why you didn't come?
It was Ed's stupid
messages stuff.
His what?
Yeah, yeah.
Here we go, here
we go, here we go.
Oh. Holy
crap. Oh, no, he...
Go, boy. Go, boy.
Go, boy!
Go, boy!
Look at him.
Do you reckon you can
shit yourself to death, G?
Let's go, baby. OK. OK. OK.
Oh, baby!
You've called
Audrey. Leave a message.
Uh, hey, it's me.
Um, sorry about missing
your call... uh, calls.
Uh...
Crazy night.
Um, I hope you're OK.
Yeah, uh, give me a call.
Oh, you should have seen him.
Oh.
Laxatives really are
a wonder, Doorman.
Oh, court.
What am I going to wear?
Good boy. Hey?
Paw.
Good boy. Good boy.
Hurry up!
Come here.
I'm coming.
Mr Kennedy? Are you with us?
Shit.
Would you like to hear the
question again, Mr Kennedy?
Um, yes, please. Can I... Sorry.
Can I have a glass of water as well?
Is that...?
Is the offender of the Booze
Barn armed robbery in this room?
Um... Yes, uh, Ma'am. Uh,
Sergeant. Sergeant Ma'am.
Mr Kennedy, you are under oath. You
need to be sure of your testimony.
Mm-hmm.
Are you sure of what
you saw that day?
Well, I mean, can anyone really
ever be sure about anything?
Oh! Look.
Judge, prosecutor, that's the one
who robbed the Booze Barn, alright?
That guy right there, and he
used my car to get away, alright?
Well, he tried to...
Silence in the court.
Yeah, OK. Sorry.
Another outburst and
you will be removed.
Bodily.
OK. Shall we try
one more time?
The question?
If you'd be so kind.
Mr Kennedy, can you
please identify the person
who attempted to rob the
Booze Barn for the court?
Go on.
You're a dead man, Ed Kennedy.
Hello?
Hello?
The guy looked more like a
Jehovah's Witness than a robber.
Reckon that's his angle?
Weird, though.
No priors, no nothing.
Just one day decided to blow up
his life and rob a liquor store.
All I know is, Ed was
entirely shithouse in court.
What was wrong with you, bro?
And don't think I didn't notice you
disappear after. Where'd you go, uh?
Uh? Uh, I went nowhere.
Nowhere? You're full of shit.
Was it one of your messages?
How's it all going for you, Ed?
Have you saved the running girl yet?
Stopped the abusive
hubby? Wait. You know?
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I've finally been let in
to the whole secret message saga.
Yeah, I was going to tell
you. I was. I tried to.
Not hard enough.
So go on. We're all
ears. Tell us, hero guy.
No, I'm done. I'm
done with that now.
Yeah, I'm out. It's bullshit.
You think?
Ed Kennedy getting special
saviour messages? Jesus.
How could that ever
be a real thing? You?
Audrey...
No, you are the least likely
saviour I've ever met.
You couldn't even save yourself.
You're not a hero, Ed.
You couldn't even speak
at your dad's own funeral.
I'd like you guys to go now.
What? Ed, come on, bro.
It's card night...
Marv, please.
Ed, it's card
night. Just... Go!
Gladly.
Chips.
OK, I need your help but you
cannot ask a single question.
I need sleeping pills.
Good boy. I love you.
Alright, see you later.
Hey, when are you
coming back? Ed?
See you tomorrow,
boys. Yes. You will.
A big one, fellas.
You right? You
need a lift, mate?
I'm not paying. Fuck.
It's alright, I'm knocking
off. I'll give you a free one.
Nightcap? You look
like you need it.
I still can't believe
you gave him sleeping pills.
What the hell were you thinking?
Ed?
Ed?
Ed. Ed, you here?
What if it's not
about the messages?
He was acting really strange.
Gregor's room?
You know he doesn't go
in there. Oh, come on.
Ritch.
OK.
OK.
Me... me phone.
Wake up.
Oh...
Wake up!
You drug me?
Get up. Get up.
Get up. Alright. Alright.
Should we call his mum? No.
No, I'm not calling Bev.
He wouldn't have gone there
anyway. But maybe he called her.
You call her, then. No.
Wait. Maybe we should
call the police.
What the fuck? What?
Don't call the police.
He left Doorman.
"Dear Audrey...
Is this about what I borrowed?
I said I'd have it. OK. OK.
Stop. Turn around.
I know what you
do. To your wife.
While your little girl
cries out the front.
That's my home. It's
none of your business...
I have been sent to stop you!
I'll stop. I won't
do it anymore.
That's not enough.
You fuck!
"You think you're second best,
not loved, somehow unlovable?
"You are the first in my life and
in my heart. Always have been."
Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck!
Oh. Can't even do one thing!
Fucking gutless. Soft and hopeless.
Dumb shit! God, fuck.
Hey. You don't have
to do this, OK?
I'll stop. I promise I
will never do it again...
Oh, shut up! Shut up!
OK, you're gonna
answer my questions.
Hey, that's my phone.
Say your name.
Where you live and
where you work.
Dale. Dale Banks.
I work at the Council Chambers.
I live at 45 Edgar Street.
And what do you do? To your
wife in the middle of the night?
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You say it.
I have sex with my wife when...
I have sex with my wife when she
doesn't want to. I... I hurt her.
Say it!
I... I rape her.
I rape my wife. I make her
feel like she's nothing.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Get up.
Oh, get up. Get up.
Gregor Kennedy.
What?
You. You're Gregor's son.
How do you know my dad?
Who didn't? Gregor
fuckin' Kennedy.
No, don't say that.
What a pisshead.
Hopeless loser. Drank
himself to fuckin' death.
Say it!
I... I rape her.
I rape my wife. I make her
feel like she's nothing.
Why did you shoot?! You
could have killed me.
Shut up. Here's
what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna give your little movie
to the cops, and to your wife.
And you're going to leave
and never come back. Promise.
I won't come back.
And never say my
dad's name again.
You don't get to
say his name ever.
About bloody time.
Come here.
I'm so glad you're OK. You
scared the hell out of us.
Oh, man, you had us so scared.
And where the hell
have you been?
Dad, if this is you, any of this,
can you just give me a sign?
I've got it.
I know what I have to do.
Thank you, Dad.
Ha.
Thank you.
What the hell, Ed?
I don't need you messing with
my head right before a race.
I got another one. That
was the frickin' emergency?
We should have sex.
What's up with you?
Hello.
Why did you bring her here?
You broke the rules, Jimmy.
Sorry, do we know each other?
Do we?
Give me my fucking keys!
Can you let me explain? In!
Ed Kennedy, what the
hell do you want?
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You're a dead man, Ed Kennedy.
I'm getting messages from someone,
written on the Ace of Diamonds.
People think I'm the psycho.
You always were a
funny one, Jimmy.
Jimmy?
Has to be one of my
mates, right? Pranking me.
Maybe someone's
decided you're a hero.
What the hell are
you following me for?
Maybe I'm supposed to
help you or something.
You're under no obligation
to listen to these messages,
let alone act on them.
But, then, how would I
ever know what they are?
You free?
You got family in town, Ed?
What? Family. You got one?
Um, yeah. Uh, my
mum's still here.
Good. It's important. Mums are.
Yep, mums... are... good.
Sorry about that. Sorry.
It's illegal, you know?
No, it isn't what you think...
Pets must be restrained or
crated whilst in a vehicle.
I was just taking him home, sorry.
Down. Down. Um, he gets lonely.
Don't we all?
See you in court.
For the dog?
The robbery.
You're the star witness,
remember? Mm-hmm.
Call me if you
have any questions.
Pretty routine.
Stick to the facts and,
uh, you'll be right.
Oh, and, Ed,
about the other thing -
Edgar Street -
don't do anything stupid.
Uh...
Cock it.
Oh!
Sit. Sit. Good boy.
Stay. Good dog.
That's not me.
Let's go, mate.
I just wanna do stuff,
like... like other people do.
Like, you know, normal stuff,
like driving and working.
I don't know what it's
like not to be on them.
Well, Ritchie, I don't think
you can't do these things.
With medication.
Well, well, well, Mr Don King,
parking out on the street.
Well, the drugs are merely
to maintain mood stability,
to help you avoid
manic episodes.
The antidepressants not only help
promote a sense of wellbeing,
but are also there to
help relieve your anxiety.
The anti-psychotics
are a safeguard
against any disinhibited
aggressive behaviour,
or episodes of manic delusion.
What we are aiming for is the
maintenance of a normal balance
of brain chemicals to help you live
a stable, happy and normal life.
But if you'd like to discuss
your drug regime in more detail,
we could schedule a meeting
with your family to talk...
No. No, no, no. Let's not.
I think we should
forget I said that.
Um...
All good.
Teach me how to drive.
Shit!
What are you, a ninja? Damn.
No, I'm not teaching
you how to drive.
Why don't you ask Ed?
Or Audrey?
Alright.
Guess if you're gonna learn, you
gotta learn from the best, right?
You got your Ls?
One condition.
I'm gonna teach you how to drive
if you join the team. Sledge Match.
I'm the, uh, coach
and captain this year.
I hate football.
Ah, but you love sledging
people, right? Huh?
Until they lose
the will to live?
All you gotta do is talk
shit to the opposition.
You actually get more points
the more shit you talk.
And I know your mouth, Ritch.
You can talk a whole lot of shit.
And that's what Sledge Match is
all about. Plus, it's for charity.
So, good cause and
whatnot. Thoughts?
Deal.
Let's go.
Hehehehehe.
OK. Yep, OK. Just... Yep.
Big toe. OK, go, go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's good,
that's good. OK, now just...
Oh, shit!
Hey, easy, man.
What's with all the toys?
Can you just focus on the road,
please? Please, just eyes forward.
Are you a paedophile?
No, I... Can you
just focus, OK? Good.
You ever had sex
in here? What?
Can...
Keep your eyes on
the road. Can...
OK, yes, yes, yes, I had
sex in here with Suzanne.
Damn. Just...
OK, big toe.
Oh. Cock it!
And she'd bring this
fluffy little blanket
and we'd stay out until the
early hours of the morning.
You know, the sky
was all orange.
Just...
The windows were all foggy.
The warmth of her, you know?
I just...
Ed. You shit. What do you
want?
Mm. It's gonna cost you, Ed.
Team Sledge Match. Ritchie's in.
You're second pick. OK.
Yes!
So what did they take?
The guys who broke in.
Oh, yeah. Uh, nothing, really.
Just some spare change.
I told you, Ed. You gotta stop
leaving money lying around.
No joker, man.
They went into Dad's room.
Who? The messages people.
And they left
something. Another card?
A red circle around
one of the addresses.
Which one? Edgar Street.
Edgar Street? It's a shithole.
Why would you want to go there?
What? What's going on?
So let me get this straight.
A lonely old lady who you
kissed better, a rapey bad guy,
and a running girl who
kicked you in the nuts?
I know, OK? It sounds...
Wait, wait, wait.
First of all, why do
you get the messages?
What, because someone
thinks you're a hero?
It was my car that
stopped the robbery.
What does Audrey think? Oh.
Oh. Wait, I know
before Audrey?
I know. I will tell
her. I want to tell her.
I just haven't had
the chance to even...
Hey, maybe I should help
you with the messages.
You know, seeing as I was the
co-hero in the whole thing.
What's the deal
with running girl?
I don't know.
Are you gonna find out?
Pfff. Yes.
But Edgar Street's kind
of more pressing, so...
Ed, you don't know that.
I don't. Jesus!
Your dad, is he...
OK, what's he like? My
dad? He's just a dad.
OK, well, your mum, then?
Oh, who knows?
Parents are annoying.
I agree with you. Amen to that.
Can we just...
Can you just...?
OK, so no-one is
hurting you at home,
and no-one's hurting
you at school then.
Um, are you being cyber-bullied?
What are you, a
school counsellor?
Harsh.
Um, injuries. Do you stretch
enough? Are you stretching?
Have you got juvenile diabetes?
That's a thing, isn't it? Cancer.
Have you got cancer? Like
a weird, rare hair cancer?
You got hair cancer...?
My hair is fine, Ed.
So am I.
So no clear and present danger, then?
No imminent threat to your life?
Sorry to disappoint.
OK. Good.
You're on my list.
Not creepy at all.
I will be getting back
to you, but priorities.
Not that you're not one of
them, there's just one that's...
Go. Get your steps up.
Go, run.
I'll see you around, Saviour.
Any good?
Shit.
I mean, that looks better
though, doesn't it?
No, it doesn't, Ed. Oh, God, Mum is
gonna kill me. She cannot see this.
She's taken a loan
out for a second van.
It's OK. It's OK, we'll
fix it, we'll fix it.
And anyway, you know,
it's not your fault.
Vans have dodgy
blind spots, so...
Yeah, the guy just
came out of nowhere.
Yeah, he was probably drunk.
Probably on his damn phone.
Oh, dickwad. You should sue him.
Do you think I
could have a coffee?
Well, you do look
like shit. Oh.
Thank you.
Um, just been a bit busy.
I know.
You know, I've been
meaning to tell you.
I was gonna tell you the
other day, but we fought.
Ed! Oh!
Shit!
Oh, sorry. I'm
so, so sorry. Ow.
Are you OK? I'm sorry. Shit.
Oh, all good. Yeah, no.
I am so sorry. Stop. Stop. You
got it. It's all good, Auds.
I'm all good. No, it's not.
It's OK, it's OK. I almost
just killed my best friend.
Oh.
Oh, Mum's gonna kill me.
Oh, sorry. I have to go now.
Now?
OK. But hey...
Hey, no, hey, we are
gonna fix this. Ed...
OK, I will call Marv. I
mean, what, he's your man.
Your mum's not even
gonna notice, alright?
Ed, piss off.
How are ya? Coming
in for a beer, mate?
Nah, I better go home tonight.
Shit.
And it was definitely
your fault? Please say no.
Just give me something
to work with here.
Technically, yes,
it was my fault.
But the blind spots in
the van, they don't...
I'm sorry.
How was Dr Nadel?
Talk much about the robbery?
Yep. A bit.
Dr Nadel called, actually.
Said it had been a while since
we'd had a family appointment.
Thought you might want
to talk about your meds.
I've got one word for you both.
Con... fi... den... ti... ality.
At least let me help.
I could pick up some night shifts,
working Ed's cab or something.
Oh. No!
You are not doing that.
It's fine.
I'll put it through
the insurance. Mum.
You are going back to uni.
It was very nice of you to
come back after Ed's dad died,
but you are not making a career out
of working the damn coffee cart,
or driving a bloody taxi.
You deserve better than that.
Do I?
Bye.
See you later,
Dale. Yeah. Yeah.
Wake up, Ed Kennedy.
You're a dead man.
Mm.
Ooh. Ah, shit. Shit.
Come here.
Get your arse off to bed.
Get off it!
I'll throw you
out on the street.
Who are you?
No!
Um, I'm Ed.
No. Stop!
Are you here to save us?
Go on, then.
Hurt me again, and
I'll...
Oh, God!
Go back!
Come on, come on.
No!
It's OK.
There!
Stop. Stop!
Get off me.
Jesus. Bugger! What's going on?
Jesus Christ! What's going on?
God! Jesus. How did you get in?
Marv cut me copies. You
sleep in your dad's room now?
Sometimes.
Yeah, I miss him too.
Mm.
Oh... Only one tick.
Yeah, but there must be some
kind of, like, delay or something
because I actually stopped
Mr Edgar Street last night.
Oh, you should have seen me.
I was like a kind of hero.
Yeah.
So you're gonna stop him
tonight and every other night?
You need a Plan B. You got one?
Oh.
I don't know, but I will.
You could kill the
guy. No, I...
Bet that'd get you a tick.
And why are you so interested?
Got nothing better to do, and I
like a mystery. Kinda into it.
Yeah, me too.
Now, running girl.
Oh. I checked and she
said she was fine.
What? Why are you... What? What?
What else is she going to tell a
gangly stranger following her about?
Oh.
Come on, win this.
Keep that focus.
Keep that one
thing in your mind.
On your marks.
Set.
Go!
Go harder. Go faster.
Destroy them.
Come on, faster.
Come on.
Come on, don't waste my time.
Come on, run faster.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, fast. Come on!
Come on, I want you
to hold from here.
Run harder. Harder!
Run hard.
Come on!
Come on, go now. Push. Push. Go!
Come on.
You are kidding me!
Is that it? Is that all you got?
Good job.
Nice race.
What a waste of time.
You did really well. Well done.
Here, have a drink. Here.
You're too hard on yourself.
Hey. Hi. Good race.
Oh, nah. It was shit.
I'm not really sure
what's stopping me.
Hey, maybe I could run
with you next time. Yeah?
I'll trip over the competition?
Watch 'em fall flat on their face?
Maybe that's how I'm
supposed to help you.
I'm pretty sure that's not it.
Um, I have to get to
work now, I'm sorry.
Sure.
Thanks for coming
down. Any time.
See you later.
You know, Mum, you don't have to
book a cab to come see me every time.
Don't I?
I've just been a bit
busy lately, so sorry...
Mmm, I heard about the
whole hero business.
Oh. Yeah, that was very brave.
Not really. I mean,
anyone would do it.
Oh, you've got court coming
up, too, haven't you?
What? How did you know about
that? Oh, I have my ways.
OK, well, you don't have
to come. Oh, I'm coming.
Not every day your son goes to
court without committing a crime.
What are you going to
wear? Um, I don't know.
I was thinking a
suit. A suit? No.
You're not the one on trial. You
don't want to look up yourself.
Well, I...
I reckon, no, no, no, some
nice jeans would be great.
OK, well, I'm actually
the key witness, Mum,
so I'm pretty important
to like the whole thing.
OK, well, what suit, then?
You can't wear that one from
cousin Bradley's engagement.
You'll have to borrow
one of your brother's.
No, I'm not going to
wear Tommy's suit.
Well, what suit, then? Surely you're
not going to wear one of your dad's.
You'll smell like the
Booze Barn itself.
I'll buy you a new one.
We can go down to that
shop in the plaza...
No, I don't want you to
bloody buy me a new suit, Mum.
Oh. Excuse me for
trying to help.
God forbid a mother would
want to buy her son a suit.
Honestly, no wonder you lived with
your dad. You're just like him.
Soft and hopeless.
Hero or not, Ed, you'll end up just
like him if you don't watch out.
Did you get it?
Is that the stuff?
Oh.
Did you test the amount?
No. I didn't test the amount.
'Lots' is what I'm going with.
OK, you two are clear on
what we're doing, yeah?
Can you just stick to the plan?
Just relax, Mum.
Ooh.
G'day, dickhead. Pint of pale.
Here's a three-quarter latte
for you, and grab a free muffin.
End of day special.
Thank you.
Oh... Jesus!
Oh, sorry about
that, mate. Fuck!
That's my bad.
Marv, you idiot.
Yeah. Uh, hey, how about
I get you a new one, yeah?
Bloody oath you will. OK.
Pale.
Pint of pale, please, mate.
Come on, come on, come on.
You live around here?
What's it to you?
Got any family?
What about a wife
and kids? Hey?
Here we go, brother.
Hey, sorry about that.
No harm done, yeah?
Cheers.
Hello?
Can I get a flat white?
Sure.
Keep the change.
Shame about your van.
Did he say anything?
He just...
He just stared at me.
Sorry.
I really needed you.
Where were you?
I was at the pub,
with Ed and Marv.
That's why you didn't come?
It was Ed's stupid
messages stuff.
His what?
Yeah, yeah.
Here we go, here
we go, here we go.
Oh. Holy
crap. Oh, no, he...
Go, boy. Go, boy.
Go, boy!
Go, boy!
Look at him.
Do you reckon you can
shit yourself to death, G?
Let's go, baby. OK. OK. OK.
Oh, baby!
You've called
Audrey. Leave a message.
Uh, hey, it's me.
Um, sorry about missing
your call... uh, calls.
Uh...
Crazy night.
Um, I hope you're OK.
Yeah, uh, give me a call.
Oh, you should have seen him.
Oh.
Laxatives really are
a wonder, Doorman.
Oh, court.
What am I going to wear?
Good boy. Hey?
Paw.
Good boy. Good boy.
Hurry up!
Come here.
I'm coming.
Mr Kennedy? Are you with us?
Shit.
Would you like to hear the
question again, Mr Kennedy?
Um, yes, please. Can I... Sorry.
Can I have a glass of water as well?
Is that...?
Is the offender of the Booze
Barn armed robbery in this room?
Um... Yes, uh, Ma'am. Uh,
Sergeant. Sergeant Ma'am.
Mr Kennedy, you are under oath. You
need to be sure of your testimony.
Mm-hmm.
Are you sure of what
you saw that day?
Well, I mean, can anyone really
ever be sure about anything?
Oh! Look.
Judge, prosecutor, that's the one
who robbed the Booze Barn, alright?
That guy right there, and he
used my car to get away, alright?
Well, he tried to...
Silence in the court.
Yeah, OK. Sorry.
Another outburst and
you will be removed.
Bodily.
OK. Shall we try
one more time?
The question?
If you'd be so kind.
Mr Kennedy, can you
please identify the person
who attempted to rob the
Booze Barn for the court?
Go on.
You're a dead man, Ed Kennedy.
Hello?
Hello?
The guy looked more like a
Jehovah's Witness than a robber.
Reckon that's his angle?
Weird, though.
No priors, no nothing.
Just one day decided to blow up
his life and rob a liquor store.
All I know is, Ed was
entirely shithouse in court.
What was wrong with you, bro?
And don't think I didn't notice you
disappear after. Where'd you go, uh?
Uh? Uh, I went nowhere.
Nowhere? You're full of shit.
Was it one of your messages?
How's it all going for you, Ed?
Have you saved the running girl yet?
Stopped the abusive
hubby? Wait. You know?
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I've finally been let in
to the whole secret message saga.
Yeah, I was going to tell
you. I was. I tried to.
Not hard enough.
So go on. We're all
ears. Tell us, hero guy.
No, I'm done. I'm
done with that now.
Yeah, I'm out. It's bullshit.
You think?
Ed Kennedy getting special
saviour messages? Jesus.
How could that ever
be a real thing? You?
Audrey...
No, you are the least likely
saviour I've ever met.
You couldn't even save yourself.
You're not a hero, Ed.
You couldn't even speak
at your dad's own funeral.
I'd like you guys to go now.
What? Ed, come on, bro.
It's card night...
Marv, please.
Ed, it's card
night. Just... Go!
Gladly.
Chips.
OK, I need your help but you
cannot ask a single question.
I need sleeping pills.
Good boy. I love you.
Alright, see you later.
Hey, when are you
coming back? Ed?
See you tomorrow,
boys. Yes. You will.
A big one, fellas.
You right? You
need a lift, mate?
I'm not paying. Fuck.
It's alright, I'm knocking
off. I'll give you a free one.
Nightcap? You look
like you need it.
I still can't believe
you gave him sleeping pills.
What the hell were you thinking?
Ed?
Ed?
Ed. Ed, you here?
What if it's not
about the messages?
He was acting really strange.
Gregor's room?
You know he doesn't go
in there. Oh, come on.
Ritch.
OK.
OK.
Me... me phone.
Wake up.
Oh...
Wake up!
You drug me?
Get up. Get up.
Get up. Alright. Alright.
Should we call his mum? No.
No, I'm not calling Bev.
He wouldn't have gone there
anyway. But maybe he called her.
You call her, then. No.
Wait. Maybe we should
call the police.
What the fuck? What?
Don't call the police.
He left Doorman.
"Dear Audrey...
Is this about what I borrowed?
I said I'd have it. OK. OK.
Stop. Turn around.
I know what you
do. To your wife.
While your little girl
cries out the front.
That's my home. It's
none of your business...
I have been sent to stop you!
I'll stop. I won't
do it anymore.
That's not enough.
You fuck!
"You think you're second best,
not loved, somehow unlovable?
"You are the first in my life and
in my heart. Always have been."
Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck!
Oh. Can't even do one thing!
Fucking gutless. Soft and hopeless.
Dumb shit! God, fuck.
Hey. You don't have
to do this, OK?
I'll stop. I promise I
will never do it again...
Oh, shut up! Shut up!
OK, you're gonna
answer my questions.
Hey, that's my phone.
Say your name.
Where you live and
where you work.
Dale. Dale Banks.
I work at the Council Chambers.
I live at 45 Edgar Street.
And what do you do? To your
wife in the middle of the night?
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You say it.
I have sex with my wife when...
I have sex with my wife when she
doesn't want to. I... I hurt her.
Say it!
I... I rape her.
I rape my wife. I make her
feel like she's nothing.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Get up.
Oh, get up. Get up.
Gregor Kennedy.
What?
You. You're Gregor's son.
How do you know my dad?
Who didn't? Gregor
fuckin' Kennedy.
No, don't say that.
What a pisshead.
Hopeless loser. Drank
himself to fuckin' death.
Say it!
I... I rape her.
I rape my wife. I make her
feel like she's nothing.
Why did you shoot?! You
could have killed me.
Shut up. Here's
what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna give your little movie
to the cops, and to your wife.
And you're going to leave
and never come back. Promise.
I won't come back.
And never say my
dad's name again.
You don't get to
say his name ever.
About bloody time.
Come here.
I'm so glad you're OK. You
scared the hell out of us.
Oh, man, you had us so scared.
And where the hell
have you been?
Dad, if this is you, any of this,
can you just give me a sign?
I've got it.
I know what I have to do.
Thank you, Dad.
Ha.
Thank you.
What the hell, Ed?
I don't need you messing with
my head right before a race.
I got another one. That
was the frickin' emergency?
We should have sex.
What's up with you?
Hello.
Why did you bring her here?
You broke the rules, Jimmy.
Sorry, do we know each other?
Do we?
Give me my fucking keys!
Can you let me explain? In!
Ed Kennedy, what the
hell do you want?
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