Lantana Page #3

Take it easy.|I believe you.

Sorry. It was just|really weird and--

now you're a cop,|so that's really weird. Sorry.

You want another drink?

Yeah. Thanks.

Same again.

Paula:
Sharon said|there's a booze bus on the freeway.

Nik:
I'll take|the backroad home.

- Hannah!|- Yeah?

Grab Dad's wallet|from the kitchen.

Hannah:
Yeah.

Hey.

- She asked me for coffee this morning.|- Who?

- Jane.|- What for?

- I don't know.|- Hannah: I can't find it!

It's near the fridge.

I don't know.

She's trying|to come on to me.

What?

She's lonely, Nik.

And you're bored.|That's a lethal combination.

Stay away from her.

What's the matter?

You're a bit jealous, huh?

Huh?

You ever f*** with our marriage,|and I cut your balls off.

I'll hang them on the lawn,|between your socks and your jocks.

Got it?

Sure, babe.

Wake me up|when you get home. Huh?

I'm running down|this hill,

and I go|around this corner.

And suddenly,|there's this guy, and bam!

Right into him. Right away,|I'm going after him...

''You f***ing prick!|Look where you're going.''

- But it was your fault.|- Well, yeah.

I don't know|why I went at him.

It was just-- my buttons|got pushed or something.

Anyway,|so I look down,

and there he is,|on the ground, cowering.

- Huh?|- He's got blood on his face...

- and he broke his f***ing nose.|- Oh no.

And he gets up and|he starts to role-play.

- And that's when it happens.|- What?

- He starts to cry.|- What for?

I don't know.|What makes a man cry like that?

Yeah, a lot of things.

So what did you do?

I just held him.

I just stood there|and I held him.

But the whole time|I was thinking,

''You f***ing weak prick,|pull yourself together.''

- Don't you want to cry sometimes?|- Yeah, but--

- you don't, do you?|- Mmm.

Hey.

We ordered your food,|but we ate it.

What's that smell?

- Where's your mom?|- Dancing.

- Where's your brother?|- Upstairs.

Sh*t.

Sam!

Sam?

Sam! Sam!

What the f***|is going on?

For Christ's sake,|I'm a cop!

- All right, you get the good stuff.|- Don't you smart-mouth me.

- What's going on?|- Your brother is being an idiot.

- So what's new?|- Did you know about this?

Have you tried it?

If you ever give|your brother that sh*t--

- As if I'd give--|- Shut up!

- No--|- Shut up!

Give your brother this stuff, I'll|give you a thumping you won't forget.

I don't care how big you get!|Give me the rest.

Sam:
That's it.

Get downstairs.

- You're grounded, mate.|- What?

( engine stalling )

Oh sh*t.

Oh God.

( Latin music playing )

You're a very|beautiful woman, Sonja.

I'd like|to f*** with you.

Can I have a whiskey,|dry please?

Excuse me.

Hello.

You look like|you're enjoying yourself.

Yeah, I am.

It's good you're having fun,|while our son's at home smoking pot.

I know.

I told him if he's gonna do it,|he should do it at home

- so we can control it.|- Why didn't you tell me?

Because you haven't been|around much lately.

I'm not having drugs|in the house.

What are you gonna do?|Banning it won't solve the problem.

- What are you doing here?|- What?

What are you doing here?

Most of the guys here|aren't much older than our son.

- I thought we'd go back to your place.|- We can't. My mother.

Wait. Slow down.

Stop. Get off.

Man:
Jesus!

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

This was a bad idea.|Sorry.

F***ing uptight b*tch!

Hello?

Recording:
You found John and Valerie.|Leave a message after the tone.

( beep )

Valerie:
Hi, it's me.|Are you there?

Okay,|I've had an accident.

I'm okay.|I can't get the car started.

I'm on the backroad and--

I just wanted to get home.

I'll try your mobile. Bye.

I called road services.|There'll be a 90-minute wait.

Where are you?|You didn't say you'd be late.

I can't stand this!

Please...

Please, I need you.

- ( beep )|- John?

There is a man.

Patrick.

He's a client and he's--

he's gay.

I don't understand this.|I don't understand...

us...

anymore.

I don't want this|to be happening to us.

Oh...

There are lights.

There's a car coming.|I'll wave it down.

Wait for me.|We'll talk when I get home, okay?

Bye.

I love you.

- You need sleep.|- You wish.

- What have we got?|- Locals got a call, about 1 2:30 AM

from the husband. He gets home late,|his wife's not there.

She's left messages on the answering|machine, saying she ran off the road,

she's making a call from a phone box,|about 2kms down the road.

Last call says she saw a car coming,|she's gonna wave it down.

But she never makes it.

$50 says|it's the husband.

You're on.

Mr. Somers?

Knox. My wife's|name's Somers.

I'm Detective Zat.

This is my colleague,|Detective Weis.

We've located|your wife's car, Mr. Knox.

Do you mind if we come in?

Mr. Knox, it appears that|your wife ran off the road.

There's a telephone box|several kilometers further along.

- Should I go there?|- We're conducting a search, but...

if she accepted a lift from somebody,|it's unlikely she'll be there.

Would you mind answering|a few questions?

I've been through all this|with the police.

I know, but would you mind telling me|what happened last night?

I got home around midnight.

Her car wasn't here.

I came in,|I checked the machine.

There were|a couple of calls.

The last message said|there was a car coming

and she was going|to wave it down.

- That's when you called the police?|- No, I waited about 20 minutes.

- That's how long it would have--|- So you called at about 1 2:20?

Yes, more or less.

Do you have a photo of your wife|we could have, please?

Thank you.

How was your wife|yesterday?

- Fine.|- Nothing troubling her?

No.

I am trying to find out|about your wife's emotional state.

Right now, I'd say|it's pretty bad, wouldn't you?

None of this|is particularly pleasant.

- I can imagine.|- Imagine what? You're married?

Yeah.

If your wife got|into a stranger's car--

a man, let's assume--|and didn't come home,

what would you imagine?

Right now,|I'd be going mad.

Yeah.

Mr. Knox,|we need the tape.

She--|this is private.

- In what sense?|- She's upset.

She wasn't expecting anyone|to listen to it.

I'll make sure|this is returned to you.

- You didn't wake me up last night.|- I got in late.

What's with the face?

- I fell over.|- You were pissed?

A little.

Come on, kids.

You packed your bag, Hannah?

- Quickly. Come on.|- Hi!

- Hi.|- Hi.

Seatbelts on, quickly.

- Nik got in late last night.|- Got nothing better to do than spying?

Jane:
What?

- What?|- You know,

don't invite Nik in for coffee|when I'm not here.

All right?

Paula?! Hey.

That's|the appointment book.

All her notes and session tapes|are kept in a filing cabinet.

- Do you mind?|- No.

- How was she yesterday?|- All right.

Is she the kind of person|that would get into a stranger's car?

No.

Not after what happened|to her daughter.

Sarah, I'd like you to print me|a list of her current clients,

- addresses and phone numbers too.|- Is that ethical?

Probably not.

( baby crying )

Sonja, on tape:
|It's not that he might have...

slept with|another woman...

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