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.
(GROANS)
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?
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
(BABY CRIES)
(GUN CLICKS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(STARTS ENGINE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LAUGHTER) (DOG WHINES)
(BANGING ON CAR)
(GASPS)
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.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
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!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Sit. Sit. Good boy.
Stay. Good dog.
That's not me.
Let's go, mate.
(DOG WHINES)
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.
(FLY BUZZES)
The antidepressants not only help promote a sense of wellbeing,
but are also there to help relieve your anxiety.
(FLY BUZZES)
The anti-psychotics are a safeguard
against any disinhibited aggressive behaviour,
or episodes of manic delusion.
(GRUNTS)
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.
(CAR HORN BLARES)
(SMASH!)
(FLY BUZZES)
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.
(SIGHS)
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.
(ENGINE REVS, BRAKES SCREECH)
OK. Yep, OK. Just... Yep.
Big toe. OK, go, go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's good, that's good. OK, now just...
(BRAKES SCREECH) 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... (PHONE VIBRATES)
Ed. You shit. What do you want? (BRAKES SCREECH)
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?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
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. 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.
(GROANS) 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.
(LAUGHS COMPASSIONATELY)
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.
(LAUGHS) 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.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(GRUNTS)
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.
(PHONE RINGS)
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.
MAN: How are ya? Coming in for a beer, mate?
Nah, I better go home tonight.
(LAUGHTER)
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...
(SIGHS)
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?
WOMAN: Bye.
See you later, Dale. Yeah. Yeah.
(DRAWS UP PHLEGM, SPITS)
Wake up, Ed Kennedy. You're a dead man.
(PHONE ALARM CHIMES)
Mm.
Ooh. Ah, shit. Shit.
MAN: Come here.
WOMAN: Get your arse off to bed.
(GRUNTS) (MOANS)
Get off it!
(SCREAMS)
I'll throw you out on the street.
Who are you?
No!
Um, I'm Ed.
No. Stop!
Are you here to save us?
(WOMAN SCREAMS) (THUDDING)
(LAUGHS)
Go on, then.
Hurt me again, and I'll... (YELPS)
Oh, God!
Go back!
(YELPS, CRIES)
Come on, come on.
(GRUNTING, MOANING AND THUDDING FROM INSIDE)
No!
(WHIMPERS) (MOANS)
It's OK.
There!
Stop. Stop!
Get off me.
(ALARM RINGS)
Jesus. Bugger! What's going on?
Jesus Christ! What's going on?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
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. (LAUGHS) 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.
(LAUGHS)
What? Why are you... What? What?
What else is she going to tell a gangly stranger following her about?
Oh.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Come on, win this. Keep that focus.
Keep that one thing in your mind.
MAN: On your marks.
Set.
(KLAXON SOUNDS)
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!
(APPLAUSE)
Come on.
You are kidding me!
Is that it? Is that all you got?
Good job.
Nice race.
MAN: What a waste of time.
You did really well. Well done.
Here, have a drink. Here.
You're too hard on yourself.
(LAUGHS)
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.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
(PHONE CHIMES)
Um, I have to get to work now, I'm sorry.
Sure.
Thanks for coming down. Any time.
See you later.
(MOANS)
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.
(LAUGHS)
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.
(LAUGHS)
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.
(WHISTLES CASUALLY)
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.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
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?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Can I get a flat white?
(KNOCKS)
Sure.
Keep the change.
Shame about your van.
Did he say anything?
(SOBBING) 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. (LAUGHS) Holy crap. Oh, no, he...
Go, boy. Go, boy. (LAUGHS)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Go, boy! (BOTH LAUGH)
Go, boy!
(LAUGHS) Look at him.
Do you reckon you can shit yourself to death, G?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Let's go, baby. OK. OK. OK.
(BOTH LAUGH) Oh, baby!
(PHONE VIBRATES)
(LINE RINGS)
VOICEMAIL: You've called Audrey. Leave a message.
(BEEP)
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.
(DOG WHINES)
Oh, you should have seen him.
Oh.
Laxatives really are a wonder, Doorman.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
Oh, court.
What am I going to wear?
(DOORMAN WHIMPERS)
(DOORMAN WHINES)
Good boy. Hey?
Paw.
Good boy. Good boy.
(CAR ALARMS BLARE IN THE DISTANCE)
(DOOR OPENS)
MAN: 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?
(GULPS FRANTICALLY)
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?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(TRAIN RUSHES PAST NOISILY)
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.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TRAIN SQUEAKS PAST)
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?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: See you tomorrow, boys. Yes. You will.
A big one, fellas.
(LAUGHS)
(HONKS HORN)
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.
(GROANS)
AUDREY: I still can't believe you gave him sleeping pills.
What the hell were you thinking?
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.
(MAN GROANS)
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.
(WHIMPERS) 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.
(SOBS)
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. (SOBS)
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. (SOBS)
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.
(BANG!)
(ON VIDEO) Say it!
I...I rape her.
I rape my wife. I make her feel like she's nothing.
(BANG!)
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.
(BIRDS TWEETING)
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?
(EERIE WIND RUSHING)
(GENTLE GUITAR MELODY PLAYS)
I've got it. (DOORMAN WHINES)
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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