In Her Skin Page #2

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and go to football.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Can you just tell me

where my wife went, please?

- Has she gone inside?

- Just hold on.

I just want you to find out

where my wife is, please.

Sir, calm down.

I am calm.

I just want to be

with my wife now, please.

Just want to check

I've got everything.

Ah, Mr. Barber.

Where have you been?

They wouldn't bring me up.

To reiterate,

there is simply no evidence

of foul play.

She wouldn't run away.

Her bag is missing.

Her favorite teddy bear

is gone.

I told you.

She was offered a job.

Someone has taken her.

Or she might be out

on the town having a good time.

This happens every day.

Not to us, it doesn't.

[sighs]

Well, there's not much else

I can do.

This poster you've made up,

you've put your phone number

on it.

You'll get prank calls.

Well, at this stage,

any calls would be welcome.

In fact,

any help would be welcome.

I understand

you've been searching for her

out on the street.

Yeah, we have.

Piece of advice.

People that

don't want to be found

can't be found.

It's an impossible task.

I mean, you could walk around

one corner of the street.

At the same time,

she could walk around another,

and you've missed her

by seconds.

I suggest you get some rest.

Go home.

Come on.

Oh, Mr. Barber?

Have you looked

under the house?

So what if that woman

was right?

What if she was kidnapped

by the brothel?

Liz, enough.

She'll be terrified.

We'll go.

Dom and I will check it out.

She's alone.

She could be hurt.

Liz, you are not

thinking clearly.

You're exhausted.

She could be in a hospital.

She'll be fine.

No one knows who she is.

They don't know

who we are.

They can't contact us.

Please, darling,

a cup of tea?

Mum, enough with

the f***ing cups of tea.

- Oh.

- [silverware clatters]

Dad.

Liz, I think we might take...

[phone rings]

Barber household?

Sure, thanks.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

We'll take Ashleigh-Rose.

We could use...

I'm gonna get a torch.

It's dark under the house.

Liz?

Oh, he's... he's looking

for Rachel under the house.

- She's under the house!

- No!

Sweetheart,

the... the detective asked us

to look under the house

in case she's run away,

and she was hiding there.

- Oh, that's bullshit.

- Rachel?

Now, Drew, the policeman's

only doing his job.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Rachel,

are you down here?

[phone ringing,

tea kettle whistling]

Barber house?

Rachel!

[gasping lightly]

[line ringing]

[gasping]

Mike?

Mike?

[gasping, panting]

Oh, Mike, Mike.

She's dead.

She's not.

She's dead.

She's not.

She's dead.

Oh, God, she's dead.

[wails]

I love my children.

I love my children.

I love my children,

and I love my wife.

Mom!

[sobbing]

[whispers]

It's okay, Daddy.

[faint, echoing voices]

[wind chimes jingling]

Elizabeth?

I could feel her here.

There's a lot of memories.

[distorted breathing noises]

[sudden gasp]

[whispering and rustling]

[woman whispering indistinctly]

It has begun.

Life is torture...

I get this ugly feeling

inside me,

and it forces me

to do things,

to scream, swear,

and throw things.

I am going to explode.

The explosion is just

gonna get bigger and bigger.

[screaming]

I hate myself!

The wind rushes

through my hair.

I'm weightless,

but fear cripples me.

I'm suffocating.

I cannot scream.

Who are you?

Help me.

Oh, Daddy, please,

help me.

[pop music playing on radio]

[computer keys clacking]

Dear Dad.

It's 9:
23.

I haven't done any homework

these entire holidays,

and I feel horrible.

Dad, I don't want

to go back to school.

I hate it there.

I don't fit in.

They call me names:

pizza face, stubby,

big nose.

I don't know why.

I told Mum,

but she hasn't helped.

I have no friends.

I used to think of you

as my only friend,

and sometimes

you hurt me so badly inside,

I wished you were dead.

Here's a thought I had

when I was angry.

Good night, and I hope

you had a nice day at work.

Please,

don't rip this note up.

I want to keep it.

But you can write back

if you want to.

[printer whirring]

Love, Curly Top.

I really, really, really,

really, really need help.

Good night.

[motorcycle engine rumbling]

[engine noise fades]

[whimpers]

[people speaking indistinctly]

I don't care!

I need that one now!

All right,

I will make you another one.

Just go and watch TV.

I'm hungry.

[gasps]

She rang him, you know?

I mean, that's why he came.

She told him

I'd thrown all his stuff

on the nature strip.

I mean, I am trying,

you know?

But it's just so hard.

Caroline makes Kate hate me.

Caroline's so angry.

The problems in this house

are because of her.

It's a difficult age.

I was horrible to my mother.

I just... I don't know

what's gonna happen to me.

And what will people think?

Elizabeth,

you wouldn't understand.

In my social circle,

divorced women

are frowned upon.

And my...

my whole life is ruined.

Look at me.

I'm fat.

I'm ugly.

You'll be fine.

You have the kids,

the house.

I'm sure David

will look after you.

But he doesn't care about us.

She goes on and on

about her father,

wanting to live with him,

and he doesn't...

Hi, Elizabeth.

Hi, Caroline.

Dad was here.

Yes, he was.

Came and took

his stupid motorbike.

Why didn't he come see me?

Because he was...

he was in a hurry.

He couldn't bear to stay,

really.

Couldn't bear you.

God, I hope

I don't turn out like you.

Why don't you just let me go?

Caroline, sweetheart...

You don't care about me!

You must have been

my absolute worst f***ing enemy

in a past life!

I hate you!

Caroline,

I can't take this anymore!

[sobs]

You can't take it?

Well, f*** you.

She's always been horrible.

Shh.

Even as a baby.

Shh.

Dear Mum,

I know I'm not

the perfect child you wanted.

I am the most fat, ugly,

selfish, cursed thing.

You should have

had an abortion.

You just put your arms

around her.

She'll come back to you.

No, she won't.

You don't understand.

She writes these letters.

They're so overwhelming.

There's so much unhappiness.

I just don't know

what to do.

[sobbing]

[wailing]

Gail, why don't you

come over to our house?

I have to finish dinner

for the kids.

It will burn.

Then I'll make you

a fresh cup of tea.

[wailing and screaming]

[panting, sobbing]

[flames crackling]

[children laughing]

[peaceful acoustic music]

# Got your eyes open #

# But you cannot see #

# Got what you want to #

# You've got what you need #

# Till one day

you see something #

# You cannot be #

# Telling you, girl #

# Yes, you better beware #

# Her papa loved her

so much #

# You could see #

# Oh, oh, oh #

# I loved her too much #

Are you watching?

# If you know what I mean #

[plane engine roaring]

[mellow music]

Caroline, just chill.

It'll be fun.

Nothing's better

than a wedding.

Take my advice

and just get pissed.

Trust me,

guys love a bridesmaid.

Janice, you know

I don't wear dresses,

and I can't wear dresses.

I won't look any good.

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