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The Second Page #4
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- 2018
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that terror can be so erotic.
But it can...
..when you're being f***ed
by shadows.
You don't think she could have
come up with that, do you?
I mean, she's good.
But she's not as good as me.
I'm ruined.
Welcome to the club.
Hey!
Now who's the pathetic one?
Go on.
Take it out on me.
Be a man! Huh?
It's hard to imagine...
..terror can be so erotic.
But it can be, when you're being
f***ed by shadows.
Now you have the real thing.
Don't you see that one lie
leads to another?
- You know...
- The fake memoir, the dead boy?
..I didn't know
he couldn't swim.
I don't think you know
what's true anymore.
That would be fine,
except for the fact that
you have destroyed my life,
stolen someone else's
and quite possibly killed a boy.
So...
So you come here,
you assault her,
and then you try to leave.
You're kidding me.
Can I do that? Can I do that?
F*** it. Yes, I can.
OK. Go to the police, then.
Nah.
I don't think you will.
Maybe I will.
Come on, Sunny. Sing!
You were there.
You tell me what happened.
# When shadows wax strong
# And the thunderbolts hurtle
# They hide with their fear
# In the leaves of the myrtle. #
Sunny!
What the f*** is that?
The last words he ever heard.
Get f***in' off me!
Get off me!
I can call her back. I called
her here the first time!
No, I asked her to come.
The muse - I asked.
Then he gets her and he THROWS
her up against the wall
and he says,
"You f***in' b*tch!"
Forgot my phone. Just a sec.
Hey.
Oh...
Hi! Sorry, he's decided to stay.
Suit yourself.
Long way to come
to change your mind.
That's what I said.
She knows
what she's going to do.
She's just waiting now.
The study window.
It's boarded up.
Shafts of light
through the boards.
And he's yelling,
"You f***ing b*tch!
- "Let me out."
- Let me out!
He's trapped.
Little bellbird.
Come inside.
Where's the other one?
She's down at the lake... No.
She's with Butch Cassidy.
And she is covered in blood.
She's got a very...
..faint smile.
I want to refer to
a term you used earlier -
"dieback".
When the bell miner takes
everything good from the tree,
leaving it to rot
from the top down.
How do you stop it?
Well, you have to start again.
Burn everything to the ground.
Something new
has to go in its place,
something living
to replace the dead.
It occurs to me that you've done
the same thing with your book -
erased the past and
replaced it with something new,
a new story about
the murdered boy.
No, you can't change the past.
But you can rewrite it.
He's got a gun.
Yep.
And so have we.
Like to beat up women, do you?
I'm talking to you!
I just don't want
any more trouble.
This is what happens
when you make up stories.
"I just don't want
"..any...more...trouble."
Can you
read this out loud for me?
Take your time.
"First it was just us.
"It was a driving lesson.
"Then we decided to go swimming,
turned onto the track,
"the one that leads to the lake,
and that's when we saw him."
Could you hold it there
for just one second?
Do you mind
if we take a short break?
No.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
- How's it going?
- Good.
What's she like?
Classic narcissistic personality
disorder,
plus daddy issues.
- Sounds like fun.
Where were we?
That's right - you were reading.
"At first it was just us.
"A driving lesson, but then
we decided to go swimming."
I don't get it. Maybe you can
clear this up for me.
One is a sworn statement
of truth
and one is a complete fiction.
But which one is which?
Please, isn't it obvious?
At this point in our interview,
I would like to read you
your rights.
- You don't need to do that.
- I do need to do that.
Because what happens
with someone like you
is you get a high-priced lawyer
to come in and say that
I didn't follow procedure,
tossed out on a technicality.
Do you understand?
Yes.
OK, I'll talk to him and
get a sense of how mad he is.
- Pretty mad, I'd say.
- I can't shoot...
- Take it!
Hey, it's me.
Um...
I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier.
But what do you say -
could we...
Could we work towards
an amicable resolution?
- What the...
- F***?!
Go.
Be careful!
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.
Oh!
Don't shoot!
He's running!
of the same events?
Which one is true?
Which one is the lie?
One of them couldn't exist
without the other.
not a...a literary device!
The coroner
ruled it inconclusive.
But he didn't know
that the boy couldn't swim.
He was terrified of water.
You had it removed
from the record.
My father did.
He was protecting me.
And your friend?
Did he protect her?
Go right!
Get up!
Get up!
# I will have you
Yes, I will have you
# I will find a way
and I will have you
# Like a butterfly
A wild butterfly... #
Get out.
I-I won't go to the police.
Whatever you're thinking,
please...don't.
Just shut up and walk.
Walk!
Did she do that to you?
You did that.
You assaulted her, remember?
- Just tell him.
- Tell me what?!
He was here too.
# The silver-voiced bellbirds
# The darlings of daytime
# They sing in September
# The songs of the May-time
# When shadows wax strong
and the thunderbolts hurtle
# They hide with their fear
in the leaves of the myrtle... #
- Go on, tell him.
- Why?
- Because it matters.
- Not to me! It doesn't matter.
He got out of hand,
just like you have.
Help!
Sunny, get off.
Sunny, get off!
Help! Help!
Sunny!
Get off! Help!
Get off, Sunny! Help!
So you killed him
in self-defence.
No.
Not exactly.
Is he dead?
Tell him everything.
You don't have to lie for me
anymore.
Grab his arms. Do it!
- I covered it up.
But not anymore.
He's alive.
He's alive!
He's alive!
He's gone.
I found a way to step out of
the shadows and into the light.
We went back to the house and I
explained everything to Father.
I told him that
Sunny attacked me.
And I made him
believe it was true
And did he protect you?
Yes.
And after she told her father,
they made up a whole new story
and said it was an accident.
And I had to go along with
the whole f***ing thing.
What the f***'s this got to do
with me?!
I told you,
she needs an audience.
Oh, not now. The show's over.
- And you know too much.
- You could stop her.
I don't want to stop her.
Your DNA.
- Her bruises.
- F***in' liars!
It's just enough for the police
to buy you as
How do you f***in'
live with yourself?!
Now you know the end.
I hope you're not disappointed.
It's not exactly an 'up' ending.
Best friend.
"At first, it was
just us - a driving lesson.
"But then we decided
to go swimming.
"We turned at the track,
"the one that leads to the lake,
"and that's where we saw him.
"I'll never forget
what happened.
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