In Her Skin Page #7

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She has epilepsy.

And I remember it clearly,

because...

because the bedroom door

was closed,

which is unusual.

Do you think Rachel Barber

was there?

Oh, I don't know.

Detective,

my daughter's very...

Well, she's quite odd

and strange.

She suffers

from depression,

and I have to tell you

that after what you've said,

I'm deeply concerned.

[sirens wailing]

[men shouting]

[knocking on door]

Caroline Robertson?

This is the police.

Open up.

We suspect that Rachel Barber

is on the premises.

Open up.

This is the police.

[knocking at door]

Open the door now.

[officers speaking

indistinctly]

Police.

Open the door now.

Open up!

I'm not here.

Not here.

Ms. Robertson, please,

open the front door.

This is the police.

- Take a look for us?

- No worries.

Organize some boys

at the end of the street

and around the corner.

We don't want her coming back

and getting spooked.

I'll call the boss.

Anything?

Yes, it's dark,

but there is someone in here

lying on the floor,

appears unconscious.

Gain entry

and open the front door for us.

Can you hear me?

Looks like

she was leaving.

Open your eyes.

Caroline?

Caroline,

can you hear me?

Boss,

got a note here

about an 8:
05 train

to Sydney tonight.

We need to check it.

Barber could be on it.

I'm Caroline's father.

Mr. Reid.

We found her like this.

Pills all over the floor.

Can you tell us anything?

This is symptomatic

of an epileptic fit.

I think she's had a fit,

and it will take a while

to recover.

Caroline?

Do we know anything?

Can you tell me

what happened?

I found her like this,

lying on the floor.

Take a look at these.

No cause

for tremendous concern.

- Excuse me.

- I don't know.

Is she an epileptic?

Yes, she is.

She is.

Now, I want you to go

with Robertson to the hospital.

- And you are?

- I'm the girl's father.

I need you to be there

when she comes to.

- All right.

- Her name is Caroline.

Caroline?

Can you hear me?

Are you with us?

Caroline?

You know where you are?

[inhales]

Caroline,

this is very, very serious.

We have to talk.

[breathing shakily]

Look at me.

Look at me.

You listen to me.

I've had enough,

do you understand?

Yeah, I've had enough.

I am sick of cleaning up

your messes.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

Mr. Reid...

[speaking indistinctly]

No, actually, I...

I don't think

she's well enough

to answer questions

at the moment.

I'll wait.

The possibility

was an overdose of Tegretol,

but there is no

irregular heartbeat.

Mr. Reid, you suggested

she may be

in a postictal state.

I can't confirm this yet.

I still have numerous tests

to do.

Thank you.

I appreciate it, Doctor.

I have some other business

to attend to, so...

Well, I'll be doing that.

Excuse me.

Postictal?

It's the transient period

of sleepiness and confusion

after an epileptic seizure.

It will be a while

before you can talk to her.

Yeah, got that already.

Sir, perhaps Barber

will come back here.

I mean,

we have her clothes.

It looks like

she was staying with Reid.

I'm not so certain.

I think this is bad.

[footsteps approaching]

Mr. Reid?

Call me David, please,

Detective.

David.

Neil.

I'd appreciate it

if you would ask Caroline

where Rachel's hiding.

Absolutely.

Could she be

at your farm in Kilmore?

Possibly.

Could they

have gone away together?

Maybe Caroline helped Rachel

run away from home?

No, I don't think so.

Excuse me.

I've finished

all the tests.

The blood work shows

she may have

some sort of infection.

Apart from that,

there appears to be

nothing wrong with her.

[sighs]

Hello, Curly Top.

Caroline, that man over there

is a detective,

and he wants to talk to you

about Rachel...

Where she is.

I don't want to talk to him,

Daddy, please.

I told him that

you would talk to him.

You must tell him

where Rachel is.

You must.

You'll be the daughter

I always wanted you to be, okay?

Make me proud.

Okay, Daddy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry

I'm so much trouble.

My daughter wrote these,

and I think you'll find

they're very disturbing.

They may be of some use.

You may talk to her now.

Hi, Caroline.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

My name's Neil.

I'm a policeman.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

I'm going to ask you

some questions

about Rachel Barber,

okay?

Yes.

Do you know

where Rachel is?

Dead.

She's dead.

How did that happen?

It was an accident.

I killed her.

Are you positive

she's dead,

or can we still help her?

No, she's dead.

Do you know

where her body is?

At the farm.

At Kilmore?

Yes.

Where is she?

[chimes jingling]

Near the trees.

Who helped you?

Can't remember.

How did she die?

Can't remember.

[sighs]

Oh, hi, come in.

I'm sorry.

There's no easy way

to tell you this.

We've found Rachel.

She's been murdered.

Who killed her?

Caroline Reid Robertson.

Caroline?

Are you sure?

Yes, she's been charged

with Rachel's murder.

I wish we didn't know.

I wish

we hadn't tried so hard.

Wish she was still

a missing person.

No, the not knowing,

you wouldn't want that.

And was she stabbed?

I'm sorry.

We can't tell you that.

Was it violent?

All I can tell you

is that the murder weapon

was found on her body.

Can we see her?

There needs to be

an autopsy.

[melancholy acoustic music]

[rain pattering]

[wind chimes jingling]

Oh, Mummy,

I've lost my baby.

I know, darling.

I know.

[sobbing]

Shh...

Daddy, it's my fault.

Don't say that,

sweetheart.

If I wasn't friends

with her sister,

Caroline wouldn't

have met Rachel,

and Rachel

would still be here.

We were all friends

with them.

We lived across the road

from them.

Daddy didn't know.

It's not your fault,

little one.

I hope it didn't hurt

when she died.

[sobbing]

[wind whistling]

[solemn orchestral music]

[melancholy orchestral

rock music]

[deep, echoing breaths]

[bells ringing]

[ringing reverberating]

This is the story

of my death.

They say I died that day.

That wasn't me that died.

That was someone else.

My path is clear.

I've become

who I was meant to be.

[peaceful acoustic music]

# Got your eyes open #

# But you cannot see #

# Got what you want to #

# You've got what you need #

I'm gonna grow my hair

to my feet.

It'll touch the ground

when I walk,

wild and free.

The sky is so beautiful

today.

I feel beautiful,

just like the sky.

[inhales]

# She played it hard #

# And, yeah,

she played it rough #

# Made her feel safe #

# And it made her

feel tough #

# And rock by rock #

# She built those walls

every day #

# Built herself a tower #

# So far away #

# And from up high

in that castle #

# She knew no one

could get too close to touch #

# And if life and death

were such a game #

# Why did they all

make such a fuss? #

# And if birds could fly

high over their troubles #

# She gonna find some

of her own wings and fly #

# And no one could convince

or pay her double #

# Or tell her

she was too young to die #

# Oh...

#

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