- No, mate, it's pouring out there. Too wild. - Nah, it's fine. I'll run fast. Bye, Mrs Reed. - Alfie. - A year ago today, tragedy struck with... no warning. - Five family members taken from us. - With early-onset Alzheimer's, the decline is much more rapid. Her adult memories are the first to go. - And then who's that? Max? Not bitter old Max? Jeez, the years haven't been kind to him. - You can't run down the road naked, mate! - (TYRES SCREECH) - Hey! - (TILL DINGS) - I can taste your heart. (GRUNTS) - Who are you? - I'm Sam. - (CAR HORN BEEPS) - Sh... - (LAUGHS) - You really are the town spy, huh? Come on, Zacky. Chop-chop, let's go. But you know what I learned? There are no consequences. - That's not true. My mother was a nurse. She was always helping people. Now she's missing. - Life sometimes gives us unexplained tragedies but also miracles. - I've got something for you. It's a medicine. - (COUGHS) - I don't feel too good, eh. - Well, you'll have the night to perk up, then, won't you, mate? - (GRUNTS) - (OMINOUS MUSIC) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, DOOR OPENS) - Gwen? Good morning. Gwen? - (OMINOUS MUSIC) - (GUN CLICKS) - (GASPS) - (SURREAL MUSIC) - (WHIMPERS) (BARKS) - (SIGHS) Hey. Gwen. - Hi. - (CHUCKLES) Hello. (SIGHS) - (PANTS) - (SURREAL MUSIC) Captions by Able. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able - (RADIO PLAYS INDISTINCTY, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) - Morning, Sarge. - This bloke you locked up last night, male Caucasian, 27 years of age, surname Meoff, first name Jack. - Yeah. - Didn't occur to you it could be a fake name... Jack Meoff? - Well, yeah, when you say it like that. - Where am I? What am I doing here? - (SURREAL MUSIC) - How do you feel? - I feel awake. I feel alive. It's wonderful. What happened here? Something happened here. - That's where Alfie drowned. - Alfie? When? I don't remember that. Why don't I remember that? - Gwen` - Ray! Ray! - Let's get you inside. Come on. - Ray! - Gidday, mate. What's going on? - Um... - Something I can help you with? - Is Gwen here? - Gwen? No. - Ever since the flood, mate` - I know... she's in the home, but... Oh. Never mind. - I'll tell her you were asking after her. She'll appreciate it. See you, Max. - (DOOR CLOSES) - Do you think he saw you? - I don't think so. - You all right? - I'm all right. I'm better than all right. I want you inside me. - Here's some clothes, sir. - Who are you and what's your name, mate? - Mick, Mick Waterman, and if you don't mind, I'm bursting for a piss here, but (CHUCKLES) I get a bit embarrassed in front of an audience. - Just put your clothes on, sir. - How did you get in here? - Well, you tell me. I was passing through, walking through the park, having a few cold ones ` nothing wrong with that. Next thing I know, I wake up here. No wallet, in my birthday suit, like... like I've been molested or something. - Sarge, last night I locked a kid up in this cell, right? No ID, I photographed him, I printed him. I have no idea what happened to him. - Is that like the time you had no idea what happened to Jim McCaskill's marijuana` - (CLEARS THROAT) Excuse me, I really am brewing here. - No, no, nothing like that. - Isn't there some rule about four hours, you know, being holed up? - This is fucking nuts, OK? - (URINE TRICKLES) - Oh. - Oh. Oh, God. Sir... - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - No, no, we're very sorry, Mr Waterman. Senior Constable Griffiths will have you out of here right away, and then he'll clean this mess up. - Just put your clothes on, mate. - That was very good of her to apologise like that. Didn't hear a peep out of you, though. (CHUCKLES) (LAUGHS) - RECORDING: The national anthem of Japan. - Well, this is just lovely, isn't it (?) - (MUSIC PLAYS ON HEADPHONES) Something to really lift the spirits of the whole town (!) Why would somebody do something like this? Why would they do it? - (ORCHESTRAL ANTHEM PLAYS LOUDLY) - (SPEAKS INAUDIBLY) - (ANTHEM PLAYS) - Thanks very much, mate. - Yeah, no problem. - Much appreciated. - (OMINOUS MUSIC) (EERIE WOODWIND MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE) (SURREAL MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE) (SURREAL MUSIC BUILDS) (OMINOUS MUSIC) (TENSE MUSIC) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE) - Hmm. - (CELL PHONE RINGS) - I'd better get that. - (SIGHS) - (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Hello? Oh, Margot. I should've called. She's here, and she's OK. No, no, no, she's... She's really, um... She's really well, actually. Oh, boy. Margot, um, I've gotta... go. Are you sure this is OK? - (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Come on, get out. - (WHINES) - (OMINOUS MUSIC) - Ah, no you don't. There's a process here, Max. You know that. You sign in, ask if our resident would like a visitor. - Is Gwen here? - She's being cared for. Come on. - (SIGHS) OK. - (TENSE MUSIC) - Holy shit. That's him. Holy shit! - His name's Tommy Brydon. 68. Wanted for the murder of Melbourne crime boss Antonio Russo, who this guy left in a recycle bin, minus seven of his fingers. Although one was later found inserted in his anal passage, so guess that makes six. Yep, that's a puzzler. And we had him right here in our cell. - Then... I mean, I've got no idea how... - Oh, it gets better, mate. You know the prints you took of your kid? They came back. They're Brydon's. So you did arrest him. You've done it again, haven't you? But this takes the cake. - What? - This is a whole new level. - Sarge, I didn't arrest this guy. - You need to find him right now. - (TENSE MUSIC) - Shit! - (TENSE MUSIC) - (DOG BARKS DISTANTLY) - (BOTH PANT) (BOTH CHUCKLE) - You. Us. (PANTS) All-time greatest. - (EXHALES) - All right. I'll see you later. - Hey, um... Are you hungry? I made some new pies. - OK. - (BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY) - Let's just, you know, wait. Wait a second or a few seconds. Maybe... Yeah. - Yeah. Of course. We've got all the time in the world. - Yeah. - We can do anything we want now. - Yeah. - All the things we never did. - Yeah, but let's, you know, take it day by day, hey? That'd be good. - Hmm. I'm hungry. Are you hungry? - Um. - I'm starving. - Yeah. OK. (GROANS) - This is it? This is what you've been living on? - Yeah, well, there's plenty of` - Don't say tins. - ...tins. (SIGHS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Hello? - Oh, shit. - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Coming! - Who's that? - Get back in. Loris. - Oh, Ray, how is she? - What? - I heard. I was at the home dropping off some magazines and Margot told me. She's very worried. - Oh, she doesn't need to be worried. I mean, Gwen's fine. She's here. She's resting. Thanks for checking in. - I know what you're going through. Herb and I... Well, he's my right hand in spite of his obstacles and the mere thought of losing him. The thought of you losing her to this awful disease... - Yeah, well, I appreciate that, Loris. - Well, you've got to do the best for her now. I mean, she's not the same woman any longer. - No. - As awful as that sounds. - (FLOORBOARD CREAKS) - Ah, that's Natalie, my niece. You know how kids are. They sleep all day, eat everything. Bye, Loris. - (GASPS) - And how are we gonna explain this to everyone? Both of us just disappearing? - We don't have to. We can just... leave,... go anywhere we want. Start over. - Our families? - I mean, who's left? We could make a new one. For the record, I'm gonna miss this face. - (SURREAL MUSIC) - Gidday, captain. How's it going? Bit of porn time, eh? - It's reconnaissance. - Is that what all this stuff is? - Mm-hm. - What's this one? - It's where I've searched already. - And this? - It's where the others died. The sites. - Oh, mate, this is the most depressing cubby I've ever been to. (SIGHS) (GRUNTS) You really reckon she's still alive, eh? - It defies logic that her car, which was only driving to the shops, has never been found. These are the places I'd still need to search. But they're more than a day's bike ride. - Well, then, we should drive. Meet me here first thing tomorrow. Come on. It's getting late. You've got to go. - I've left you some bedding and provisions. - OK. Thanks. - (CLATTERING) - Fuck. (SIGHS) - (DOOR OPENS) - Hey. - Hey. How was your day? - Twilight Zone. That was my day. - What happened? - I can't tell you, can I? It's official police business. I did have this cocky little punk that I locked up last night. He was talking shit about you, and... Well, he said that the two of you were... you know? - Me? - Yeah. Short hair, try-hard beard. - What did he say? - Let's just say he loved your custard tarts. - Did he? - Tina, he was talking bullshit. - You don't even think it's possible that another younger man might... find me desirable? - What are you on about? What` No, that's not what I'm` I was defending you. - Wow, how very big of you (!) - (SIGHS) - (DOOR CLOSES) - I don't feel anything. - You need another one. - I've already had two. - It's been half a day! What... Why isn't it working? - I don't know. Maybe you needed it more. - I mean, it is what it is. - (SIGHS) Goddammit. - Gwen. If you can... I mean, if you can bear to live with me as I am, like this... - Of course I can, but it's not about that. When I was younger, I didn't want to feel trapped. And I really thought that what I was doing was far more meaningful and that some day... some day, like, time was this infinite thing, that I'd have years and years to throw away, but that it would happen and that I'd have a second chance. - Second chance at what? - Don't you see that this is why this is happening to us? - You want a baby. - (CHUCKLES) Don't you? - Maybe back then. But not now. - (SCREAMS) Oh, get a grip. Get a grip. - (TENSE MUSIC) - (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Gwen? - (SIGHS) (EXHALES) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what came over me. - I know. - I love you. - I love you. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No, Gwen, no, no. - Why? - I'm not going to get you pregnant. We don't know how this works. We don't even know if... you are you. - Of course I'm still me. I'm your wife of 47 years. - Gwen, no. - What the fuck's wrong with you? - (TENSE MUSIC) - Oh, who'd have believed it? This child prancing into his bedroom, while poor Gwen sleeps` - (WINCES) - Oh, oh, Herb, I'm sorry. Oh, it's still a bit raw, isn't it? May be infected. But really, Ray... Ray of all people. An academic, a scientist! (SCOFFS) An educator of children. (TUTS) Doesn't anyone have any control any more? Any bloody morality? I don't know how a man can justify such actions. - (CONVERSATION FADES OUT) - # Loving you # for you # alone. # For the kindness # you have shown. # You possess... - Blast. - # the... greatest wealth. - It's my fault. - # Love you for # your own true self. - (SNORES) - # Loving you # for you alone. - Good girl. - # For the kindness # you have shown. # You possess # the greatest wealth. # Love you # for your # own true self. # - Yeah, that's him, all right ` those ferret eyes. Real piece of work. Came out of nowhere. - I'm very sorry, sir. At least there doesn't appear to be any damage to the vehicle. - Oh, thank Christ. - (BELL RINGS) - Pardon me, sir. Isaac. - Sergeant Stokes, may I please have a glass of water for my medication? It needs to be taken at 9am precisely. - Yeah, yeah. OK, just hang on a minute. - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) - He was in my car when I walked in the shed` - So he was already in the garage? - Yeah he was already in there. He came out of nowhere? - No, he came out of the car. - So you got out of the car? - (DOOR OPENS) - You little legend! Any problems? - Nah. They were talking to a guy with a bandage on his head. - It was probably Uncle Charlie. He shouldn't drive in his condition. - RECORDING: The national anthem of Uruguay. - (ORCHESTRAL ANTHEM PLAYS) - (CAR ENGINE STARTS, REVS) - Is that my car? - (TYRES SCREECH) - Right, forward and up. Now, get a bit of go and drop them down! Hear that? You hear the engine. - Hear the engine. - Forward and up. - Forward and up. - Let me hear it! - Forward and up. - All right, now... You feel that? - Yeah, I feel it. - Now where do I go? - Forward and down. - Forward and down! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Come on, Zacky, let's hear it! - Yeah! - (BOTH EXCLAIM) - Here we go. She's getting up to speed. Do you feel that? - I can feel it! Whoo! - (EXCLAIMS) Yahoo! - Whoo. - What? I can't hear you, mate! - Yeah, whoo-hoo! - There it is! Let me hear it again. - (BOTH EXCLAIM) - (SIGHS) You're up. - I'm up? - You're driving. - But I'm only 12. - (ENGINE REVS) - All right, whatever you do, keep your hands on the wheel and keep it straight. You got it? All right, I'm gonna let go of the clutch. We're gonna do a burnout. All right? Give it some gas. And three... two... one! - (ORCHESTRAL ANTHEM PLAYS) - That's what we call a bunny hop. Oh, we're drifting a little to the right, mate. We don't want to go off the bridge. Go left. Go left! Go left! - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - So uggers. (LAUGHS) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - (NOSTALGIC MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - Dammit. - Hi, Max. - Hey. There you are. Come on, we're going now. - Please stop. Come meet me. - Come on. - I'm fine. - What do you think you were doing? - (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) I'm fine! Hey, get off me. - Let's have a chat. - (TENSE MUSIC) - (SIGHS) - (DOG WHINES) - (OMINOUS MUSIC) - (GEESE HONK) - (GRUNTS) (EXHALES) Oh, shit. Oh, shit! - (GEESE HONK) - Well, hello. (CHUCKLES) - (SPLASH!) - Gidday! Wow! Know who you look like? - Who do I look like? - (SOBS DRAMATICALLY) And I would follow you to the ends of the Earth! (CHUCKLES) River Swan, right? It was an absolute... classic. - I don't know what you're talking about. - That was, what... decades ago, right, so... well, either you've had some serious work done, or... or not. I bet you're feeling... pretty good, huh? Full of beans. Sexual. It's OK. It's OK. I had one too. I found it in the weirdest place. (CHUCKLES) - Fuck off. - Yeah, no worries. I'll be seeing you soon, Gwendolyn Reed. - (SOMBRE MUSIC) (DETERMINED MUSIC) - Ray! - It doesn't last. - (BREATHES HEAVILY) - (RUSTLING) - Hey! - Oh, hello, Gwendolyn Reed. - Give that back! - I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth. - Give it back! Give that! - (LAUGHS) Come on, then! Come on! - Hey, hey! - Take the wool off, eh? - Get off her! - Stay back, old man! You're too old for this shit. - Look at it! Look at it! - (SOMBRE MUSIC) (TENSE, MELANCHOLIC MUSIC) Captions by Able. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.