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.
DANIEL drives past night clubs, strip joints and hookers in Sydney's 'red light' district.
38 DANIEL AND HELEN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT
JASPER lies with her head on HELEN'S breast.
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.
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.
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
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
60 EXT. STREET OUTSIDE BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
HONEY Let me go...fucking arsehole