...following on...
28 INT. JASPER'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER lies in bed. DANIEL stands by the door, his hand on the light switch. JASPER holds her arms out, beckoning.
JASPER Kiss!
DANIEL moves to Jasper’s bed, leans in to kiss
her on the cheek. JASPER smiles, wraps her arms around DANIEL’S neck, tries to
pull him close. DANIEL resists, tickles JASPER till she releases him in a gale
of laughter. DANIEL pouts his lips, kisses JASPER on the lips.
JASPER Not a
fish kiss.
DANIEL pouts his lips even more – pretends to
be a fish – kisses her again. JASPER laughs.
29 INT.
DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM.NIGHT
HELEN sits on the edge of the double bed. She
is sad. In her hands a leaflet: IN REQUIEM written above a photo of
a woman in her 60s. Underneath, the date
of her birth and death.
DANIEL stands in the doorway looking at her.
HELEN does not notice him. After a long moment he walks forward, puts his had
affectionately on her shoulder. She does not want to be touched. DANIEL
understands.
30 INT. JASPER’S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER holds her hands in prayer under her
chin.
JASPER Please
take good care of grandma in heaven and tell her I miss her heaps and…well, if
it’s not too much to ask, a pony would be…awesome…
31 INT.
DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM.NIGHT
DANIEL lie apart in the dark. HELEN stares at
the ceiling. DANIEL, lying on his side, stares at HELEN. He reaches out,
strokes her hair. She does not respond to his touch but, after a long moment,
turns to look at DANIEL – her eyes glistening with tears.
DANIEL Hey…!
HELEN brushes the tears from her eyes
dismissively, gestures with her hands: “I don’t want to talk about it.” DANIEL
nods, rolls onto his back, stares at the ceiling.
32 INT. JASPER’S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER reads an illustrate bible book – the
double page spread in front of her, SODOM AND GOMORRAGH
33 INT.
DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM.NIGHT
DANIEL stares at the ceiling, caught up in
some inner turmoil. HELEN lies beside him, eyes closed. DANIEL slips out of
bed, careful not to wake HELEN.
HELEN opens her eyes, watches:
DANIEL dressing. When he finishes he turns,
sees HELEN looking at him. She shakes her head, smiles, holds her arms out to
him beckoning him to come back to bed.
DANIEL I won’t
be long.
HELEN nods, withdraws her arms.
34 INT. JASPER'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER, asleep, wakes as she hears a door click closed. She swings her legs out of bed, walks to the window, stands in the dark, watching: DANIEL push his Harley 20 meters down the road before kick starting it.
35 DANIEL AND HELEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
HELEN lies under a shoot, staring at the ceiling; caught up in her own inner turmoil. The sound of Daniel's Harley receding into the distance can be heard.
JASPER (voice off) Mum?
HELEN smiles, nods, flips back the sheet. JASPER walks up, crawls into bed, rests her head on HELEN'S breast.
JASPER I can hear your heart going boom, boom, boom...really fast.
HELEN strokes JASPER'S hair lovingly.
34 INT. JASPER'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER, asleep, wakes as she hears a door click closed. She swings her legs out of bed, walks to the window, stands in the dark, watching: DANIEL push his Harley 20 meters down the road before kick starting it.
35 DANIEL AND HELEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
HELEN lies under a shoot, staring at the ceiling; caught up in her own inner turmoil. The sound of Daniel's Harley receding into the distance can be heard.
JASPER (voice off) Mum?
HELEN smiles, nods, flips back the sheet. JASPER walks up, crawls into bed, rests her head on HELEN'S breast.
JASPER I can hear your heart going boom, boom, boom...really fast.
HELEN strokes JASPER'S hair lovingly.
36 EXT.
KING’S CROSS. NIGHT
DANIEL drives past night clubs, strip joints and hookers in Sydney's 'red light' district.
DANIEL drives past night clubs, strip joints and hookers in Sydney's 'red light' district.
37 EXT.
KING’S CROSS BACK STREET. NIGHT
DANIEL drives past a van (a mobile ‘soup
kitchen’) from which food is being dispensed to HOMELESS MEN and WOMEN. He
waves. Some wave back.
38 DANIEL AND HELEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
38 DANIEL AND HELEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER Mum?
HELEN Mmmmm?
JASPER Did I do something to hurt dad's feelings?
HELEN What makes you think that?
JASPER He doesn't want to cuddle me anymore.
HELEN Because you're a young woman now.
JASPER But I haven't even got boobs yet!
HELEN (laughs) You don't need boobs to beta woman.
JASPER Why's it OK to cuddle you but not dad?
HELEN When you're older you'll understand.
JASPER When I'm a woman?
HELEN laughs, holds JASPER tight.
HELEN When you're a woman.
JASPER smiles.
39 EXT.BACK
STREET. WOOLLOOMOOLOO. NIGHT
DANIEL drives slowly, looking for something or
someone. Up ahead he sees a disheveled street person, GRANT, shuffling along
the footpath pushing a supermarket trolley filled with his worldly possessions.
DANIEL pulls over, get off his motor bike,
takes the camera slung around his neck
in his hands and slinks across the road – stalking GRANT, camera at the ready,
looking for a good angle. As he prepares to take a photo (framing and lighting
good) a police car drives by, siren blaring. GRANT turns to look at the police
car. Click. DANIEL has captured the
moment. GRANT sees DANIEL, recognizes him, waves. DANIEL smiles, raises his
hand in greeting.
40 EXT.
GRANT’S ’HOME’. NIGHT
DANIEL sits with GRANT – his hair matted,
unwashed, his clothes dirty, on a section of pavement that is Grant’s ‘home’.
DANIEL hands GRANT a post card photo of:
Grant,
his eyes blazing in his ragged face, addressing the camera animatedly in a
moment of intense intimacy. Across the photo are the words GRACE OF GOD and, in
smaller print, INVITATION.
GRANT looks at the photo closely for a long
moment, hands it back to DANIEL.
GRANT I don’t
know that man.
GRANT looks intently at DANIEL.
GRANT I prefer
my memories.
GRANT smiles, looks directly into DANIEL’S
eyes. DANIEL nods.
41 ANZAC BRIDGE. LATE AFTERNOON
HONEY looks excitedly through there windscreen as she drives over the Anzac Bridge, approaching downtown Sydney. JOHN is asleep in the passenger seat, snoring. HONEY nudges him.
HONEY Wake up y'old codger!
JOHN wakes, looks out the window.
JOHN (smiles) Well here we be! Good on ya, Katie. You're a good girl.
HONEY And you're a bad man.
JOHN That's the grog talking, not me.
HONEY Yeah, well I wish you'd tell the grog to fucking shut up.
JOHN (laughs) I try, Katie, I try, but I'm only human.
HONEY That's debatable.
JOHN (smiles) You OK?
HONEY (nods) I want to seer the Opera House first.
JOHN I'm up for that.
HONEY smiles, looks at JOHN lovingly.
41 ANZAC BRIDGE. LATE AFTERNOON
HONEY looks excitedly through there windscreen as she drives over the Anzac Bridge, approaching downtown Sydney. JOHN is asleep in the passenger seat, snoring. HONEY nudges him.
HONEY Wake up y'old codger!
JOHN wakes, looks out the window.
JOHN (smiles) Well here we be! Good on ya, Katie. You're a good girl.
HONEY And you're a bad man.
JOHN That's the grog talking, not me.
HONEY Yeah, well I wish you'd tell the grog to fucking shut up.
JOHN (laughs) I try, Katie, I try, but I'm only human.
HONEY That's debatable.
JOHN (smiles) You OK?
HONEY (nods) I want to seer the Opera House first.
JOHN I'm up for that.
HONEY smiles, looks at JOHN lovingly.
42 EXT.
OPERA HOUSE. SUNSET.
HONEY, backpack at her side, sits cross-legged
on the ground, her journal open in front of her. She has stuck a post-card of
the Opera House in it and is making a diary entry alongside it. She looks up at
JOHN, some distance away, talking animatedly and angrily on his mobile. He
hangs up; walks up.
JOHN Been a bit
of a setback…nothing to worry about…
JOHN is not a convincing liar.
JOHN …but it’s
going to be a few days before that job materializes. In the meantime…We’re
going to have to be self-sufficient for a bit.
HONEY shakes her head, holds up her hands: ‘No
way”
JOHN We got no
choice.
HONEY (firm) No.
JOHN’S temper flares.
JOHN You want
to fucken starve!?
HONEY glares at JOHN. He looks away guiltily.
43 EXT. KINGS CROSS. NIGHT
HONEY, her small backpack slung over her shoulder, stands at the side of the road in Kings Cross, close to THREE PROSTITUTES. JOHN stands on the other side of the road keeping an eye on her. HONEYT looks miserable. A car pulls up. SHe walks up to the passenger window, leans in, talks for a moment to the (unseen) driver. HONEY looks across the road at John watching her. Se gets into the car. It drives off.
44 INT. BACK STREET. NIGHT
43 EXT. KINGS CROSS. NIGHT
HONEY, her small backpack slung over her shoulder, stands at the side of the road in Kings Cross, close to THREE PROSTITUTES. JOHN stands on the other side of the road keeping an eye on her. HONEYT looks miserable. A car pulls up. SHe walks up to the passenger window, leans in, talks for a moment to the (unseen) driver. HONEY looks across the road at John watching her. Se gets into the car. It drives off.
44 INT. BACK STREET. NIGHT
HONEY sits in the passenger seat, looking
nervously at a YOUNG MAN in the driver’s seat. He is as nervous as she is.
HONEY What do
you want?
The YOUNG MAN laughs nervously.
YOUNG MAN You’ll
think I’m totally weird.
HONEY I don’t
do…weird stuff…
YOUNG MAN It’s
not that…
Tears well in his eyes.
YOUNG MAN I
just…
HONEY reaches out, takes his hand.
YOUNG MAN I’m
just…so lonely.
The YOUNG MAN starts to cry. So does HONEY.
They look at each other crying and can’t help but laugh.
YOUNG MAN Told
you I was weird.
HONEY Hey, join
the club.
YOUNG MAN You
wanna drink?
HONEY nods. The YOUNG MAN reaches into the
back seat and produces a cask of wine.
45
INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT
DANIEL, an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looks
through a selection of framed photos he has taken out of their packing crate.
We do not see the photos; only DANIEL’S harsh critical appraisal of them.
46
INT. ‘GRANNY FLAT’. DANIEL AND HELEN’S HOUSE. NIGHT
HELEN, her cheeks streaked with tears, sits on
the bed in a room in which the presence of her mother is all too evident.
Nothing in the room has changed since Helen’s mother died.
There are several vases filled with dead and
wilting flowers. HELEN stands, takes a bunch of dead flowers from a vase, holds
them for a moment as tears well. She wills herself not to cry, puts the dead
flowers back in the vase.
47 INT.
CAR. KINGS CROSS. NIGHT
HONEY, quite drunk, the cask of wine resting
in her lap, indicates to the YOUNG MAN, driving, to drop her close to JOHN,
standing on the pavement ahead. The YOUNG MAN slows.
HONEY No, keep
driving…
HONEY slinks low in the seat as they drive
past JOHN. There is a look of panic in her eyes. She sips wine from a plastic
cup. The YOUNG MAN looks at her with a mixture of tenderness and confusion.
48 INT. DANIEL'S STUDIO. NIGHT
DANIEL looks closely at one photo: Seen earlier, it is a portrait of Grant. On an impulse DANIEL walks fast to the desk on which his computer rests, picks up the keys to his motor bike, tossing the unlit cigarette into a waste paper bin as he does so.
49 EXT. DANIEL'S STUDIO. PARKING LOT. NIGHT
48 INT. DANIEL'S STUDIO. NIGHT
DANIEL looks closely at one photo: Seen earlier, it is a portrait of Grant. On an impulse DANIEL walks fast to the desk on which his computer rests, picks up the keys to his motor bike, tossing the unlit cigarette into a waste paper bin as he does so.
49 EXT. DANIEL'S STUDIO. PARKING LOT. NIGHT
DANIEL puts on his helmet, kick started his Harley.
50 EXT.
KINGS CROSS BACK STREET. NIGHT
HONEY sits in the gutter drinking wine from a
plastic cup. The wine cask rests on the pavement beside her. She wipes tears
dismissively from her eyes, opens her backpack, extracts John’s knife, stares
at it, takes another big slug of wine.
In the background DANIEL can be seen driving
through an intersection on his Harley.
51 EXT.
GRANT’S ’HOME’. NIGHT
DANIEL walks from his motor bike parked in the
street to Grant’s ‘home’ – his arms laden with supermarket plastic bags filled
with food.
GRANT lifts his arm in greeting, smiles.
52 EXT.
BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
HONEY carrying the wine cask, scales a wire
mesh fence.
HONEY walks up several flights of cement
stairs of the building under construction, wine cask in hand.
53 EXT.
BUILDING SITE. 10th FLOOR. NIGHT
HONEY arrives at the 10th floor, walks to
within a few feet of the edge. There is no wall. She moves closer to the edge.
54 EXT.
GRANT’S ’HOME’. NIGHT
GRANT takes a packet of cigarettes from a new
carton, opens it. In front of him: the food and other groceries Daniel has
bought him. GRANT smiles, nods his head in thanks, pats DANIEL’S shoulder.
55 EXT.
BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
HONEY stands at the edge of the building,
looking down. A police car pulls up. She upends the cask of wine, opens the
spigot, drinks from it. She picks up the knife, runs the tip of its blade
across her heavily scarred arm. She does not break the skin; there is no blood.
56 EXT.
GRANT’S ’HOME’. NIGHT
Seen through the lens of Daniel’s camera:
GRANT holds a freshly opened packed of
cigarettes out to DANIEL - who who takes a photo. Click. A fire engine drives
by, siren wailing, lights flashing. DANIEL refuses a cigarette with a shake of
his head, lowers the camera.
DANIEL Trying to resist temptation.
57 EXT.
10TH FLOOR. BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
Close to the edge, knife in hand, HONEY looks
down to where two police cars.
58 EXT.
GRANT’S ’HOME’. NIGHT
GRANT reaches for Daniel’s camera.
DANIEL What?
GRANT Want to
get a photo of you trying to resist temptation.
DANIEL laughs hands GRANT his camera.
GRANT I’ve just
got to press this button, right?
DANIEL nods, looks into the lens. He waits and
waits.
DANIEL What are you waiting for?
GRANT For you
to look like you’re resisting temptation.
DANIEL laughs. Click. The fire engine heard
earlier has pulled up out of sight but it’s flashing lights reflect in the
windows of a building at the end of the street. DANIEL grabs the camera from
GRANT, runs down the road.
59 EXT.
10TH FLOOR/STREET. NIGHT
Standing precariously close to the edge HONEY’S
attention is focused on the flashing red light of the fire engine. She does not
register or notice DANIEL running in the frame.
The rest of this sequence is split between
what takes place on 10th floor and what DANIEL sees through his lens
and records in a succession of photos.
HONEY looks from the fire engine lights to an
imaginary something on her shoulder. She tries to brush it away. There is a
‘mad’ look in her eyes. She does not notice young CONSTABLE DAVID (early 20s)who
has joined her on the 10th floor. It is his soft voice that she
hears first.
POLICEMAN
(voice off) Hey…
HONEY swings around, stares at the POLICEMAN.
More than a little drunk, Her balance at the edge is precarious.
POLICEMAN
(kindly) I’m David. And you?
HONEY ignores the question. DANIEL takes
photos as DAVID moves closer to HONEY. He is speaking but we do not hear what
he is saying when with DANIEL in the street. HONEY holds the knife against her
heart.
DAVID Life
sucks and then you die, ey?
HONEY I want
more than that.
DAVID Join the club.
HONEY stares at DAVID.
HONEY Is there
a joining fee?
DAVID smiles, just a couple of feet from HONEY
now. He reaches out, takes the knife from her hand. HONEY falls
into his arms, holds him tight. Very tight.
60 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
60 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
As DAVID leads HONEY out into the street a
SECOND POLICEMAN joins him – a pair of handcuffs in his hands. HONEY’S response
on seeing the handcuffs is immediate and extreme.
HONEY (screams)
No
DAVID gestures to the SECOND POLICEMAN to back
off, put the hand-cuffs away, but it is too late – HONEY bolts down the street,
straight towards where DANIEL stands taking photos. The SECOND POLICEMAN
catches HONEY quickly and roughly. HONEY puts up a fight, screams like a
banchee.
HONEY Let me go...fucking arsehole
HONEY Let me go...fucking arsehole
HONEY holds her arms out towards DANIEL: a
plea for help. DANIEL takes a photo. Click.
HONEY screams as she kicks and scratches the
SECOND POLICEMAN. CONSTABLE DAVID steps between them, pushing the SECOND
POLICEMAN away. DANIEL keeps taking photos.
The SECOND POLICEMAN, furious now (he clearly
has a short fuse) spots DANIEL taking photos, moves towards him.
SECOND POLICEMAN What the fuck!
DANIEL takes another photo as the SECOND
POLICEMAN gets closer. HONEY, with DAVID now, being led to a paddy wagon, looks
back over her shoulder towards DANIEL as he turns and runs – the SECOND
POLICEMAN in hot pursuit.
...to be continued...
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