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?
Oh sh*t.
Oh God.
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.
$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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