Freelance (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[unsettling music playing]



[music fades]

[woman moaning over video]

[woman moaning,

panting over video]

[door creaks open]

[door clicks shut]

Red latte.

Aren't you gonna count it?

It's either enough or it isn't.

-It isn't.

-[sighs] sh*t.

Look, for that

I can give you a regular latte.

Look, I've got a check

coming in,

I work freelance and it takes

for g*dd*mn ever to get paid.

I'll have the money

by the end of the week.

Please?

Yeah, but just this once.

If my boss finds out,

he'll take it out of my pay.

-Ugh, what a d*ck.

-[bartender scoffs]

-So what kind of freelance?

-I'm an editor.

Huh, no way.

For, like, movies and stuff?

Yeah, movies and stuff.

Hm, sometimes

more stuff than movies.

Sometimes I don't have a job.

Sometimes I do.

And sometimes it takes

for g*dd*mn ever to get paid.

Cool.

-With interest.

-Trusting you.

I'm a man of my word.

[door creaking]

What the f*ck?

[scoffs angrily]

No, Joe, we said $7.50.

No, we said $7.50 and an extra

$300 for colour correction.

I don't have proof.

It was a phone call,

you shithead.

Yeah, well,

your actress has a hemorrhoid

the size of a grapefruit,

so good luck with that.

as*h*le.

[sighs] f*ck.

[phone buzzing]

Well, dinner's on you, then.

Hey.

Mmm, just this part,

watch this part.

I'm watching,

like with my whole head.

Mmm, W-- watch--

Oh God, that's a good part.

The way he-- See that?

Can't not see it,

the TV's like 10 metres wide.

Next time you can pick

something from my collection.

Feel free to peruse,

it's all organised by director.

I'm definitely gonna do that.

Did you get that job

you were talking about?

The commercial? Yeah.

I mean, no,

I haven't heard back yet.

They pay, like,

a tonne of money,

so I'll be all set

for the summer.

That's if you get it.

-Why wouldn't I get it?

-No, I'm just saying, like,

um, you're-- you're

an amazing editor, alright?

-I'm just saying.

-I'm gonna get it.

No, what I meant was,

I'm looking for work now too.

So if I hear anything,

I'll let you know.

Just in case.

-Oh really?

-Hmm.

What happened to that

sick casting job you scored?

Hm, well, it wasn't

as sick as I thought,

so I just quit.

Life's too short

to deal with crazy clients.

Kevin always says

casting isn't even a real job.

You just find people

who want to be on TV,

which is like everyone on earth.

They could do that

from the bathtub.

Kevin's that weird guy

from work, right?

He's not weird.

I met him at

that Christmas party.

He's weird.

Hmm, I'm gonna

pay you back for this,

-by the way.

-What?

It's really

not that type of thing.

What would you

want to pay me back?

[sighs deeply]

[groans]

[groans]

[groaning and panting]

[sighs quietly]

[Kevin grunts and panting]

Wow.

[Katie scoffs quietly]

f*cking blackballed me.

[chair rattling, squeaking]

[exhales sharply]

It's just porn,

you prude sack of sh*t.

[computer blips]

[ominous music building]

[exhales sharply]

[ominous music continues]



[sighs deeply] Cool.

[sighs]



Pav, get out of my sh*t.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

[man] It's Luke Skywalker.

-[Katie sighs] f*ck.

-[man chuckles]

Seriously, must we?

If I had it, you would have it.

We're coming up

on three months here, Katie.

I said I'll have it.

I've been very generous.

Are you f*cking deaf?

I said I'll have it.

Why are you so rude?

Because you haven't

fixed the heat.

You haven't fixed

the showerhead.

The windows don't lock,

and you're ugly.

Well, you're not exactly

on the cover

of Sports Illustrated

yourself now, eh, sweetheart?

Besides, you do not pay rent.

Therefore,

you're not entitled to complain

like a b*tch, hm?

So...

if I don't have

that money in my hand

by the end of the month,

you're f*cking out.

Oh, and by the way...

if you think that I can't smell

that p*ssy from out here...

[tense music playing]

...you're sadly mistaken.

And believe me,

it's gonna

come out of your bond.

[door shuts close]

m*therf*cker.

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[exhales sharply]

It's like everyone in Melbourne

knows I was [indistinct].

It's not like I was [indistinct]

Katie, this will blow over.

It's just, y-your circle

of contacts got poisoned.

Look, you just-- you gotta

hang in there till it passes.

Could you do me a favour?

Keep my ear to the ground.

Yeah, that's why

you invited me out, right?

-Thanks, Kev. You're the best.

-[Kevin chuckles softly]

-Could you also, um...

-Get the bill, yeah.

[embarrassed chuckle]

-Don't be embarrassed.

-Shut up.

I'm not embarrassed.

I just mean that these things,

they happen to all of us.

We get through it.

And hey, this mystery job

sounds promising, right?

It's, like, 100% a scam.

[chuckles]

But that's where I'm at

in my life right now.

The money sounds

like corporate gig.

God, you're incredibly right.

Some arsehole in a suit

doing his version of charming

needs me to make

a soul-swallowing,

child-murdering company

look hip and fresh.

Morality's a fickle thing

when you're broke, Kat.

What's the most

shameful job you've had?

Shameful?

Yeah, like, the grossest one.

The one that

you couldn't shake off.

The one that stays with you.

So... [inhales sharply]

...I worked on this one show...

about female players.

And we found this woman

who had a bunch of guys

on the go.

And they thought that

they were the only one.

And this woman,

she was gorgeous.

And these guys

were kind of average,

but, you know,

they were nice enough.

Anyway... [inhales sharply]

...she agrees to blow

the whole thing up and on TV.

Because, you know, it's TV.

So I had to trick

these guys into thinking that

they were

gonna be on a show about

how wonderful their relationship

with this woman was.

And then reveal to them on TV

that they were being played.

And it was heartbreaking

for some of these guys.

And embarrassing.

But, you know,

they'd signed the release form.

We had a three-camera sh**t

capturing every

pathetic close-up.

But in the end,

we just publicly humiliated them

in what was probably one of the

worst moments of their lives.

And these guys,

they just looked at me...

like, "What the f*ck, dude?"

I trusted you.

Some of them had a really

tough time dealing with it.

Well, that...

stays with you.

That's acceptable?

And a little porn

gets you blacklisted?

Welcome to the world,

sweetheart.

You've not just called me

"sweetheart?"

Sorry.

Uh, I gotta go.

Look.

We all have these weeks,

months, even.

You're tougher now.

As for this weird job,

I reckon take the money.

If it's real, right?

I mean, fill your pockets

till the next thing comes.

And the next thing will come.

Yeah. Thanks, Kev.

[Kate whispering] Thanks.

Hey, Kev.

Thanks.

[quiet background music playing]

[Katie sighs]

What the f*ck?

[faint whirring]

[faint rustling over video]

[dog whining]

[door creaking]

[unsettling music building]

[screaming]

Get off me! Get off me!

What are you doing?

[woman sobbing] Get off me!

-[woman sobbing]

-I'm sorry!

[woman choking, coughing]

[man over video] I'm so sorry.

[man's voice breaks]

I'm so sorry.

[woman coughing]

[Katie exhales sharply]

Man, I hate student films.

Get off me! Get off me!

What are you doing?

Get off me!

[woman shrieking] Get off me!

Get off me! What are you doing?

[woman screams]

[woman screaming, shrieking]

[woman choking] Get off me!

[Kate sighing deeply]

[ominous music playing]



[cat purring]

[music continues]

[sighs]



[sighs]

Pav?

What?



Pav?

Pavi?

Oh, my God!

Pav!

[vet] His vitals seem fine.

It's like

he's in a deep, deep sleep.

How does this happen?

Could be

an underlying condition.

-Could be poison.

-Poison?

He never leaves my apartment.

Will he be okay?

I'm not comfortable

speculating right now.

We can run a blood panel.

Okay, yeah. Let's do that.

I'd also like to keep him

overnight for observations.

It's possible he could wake up

out of this in a few hours.

It just doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't.

Um, one of these

should go through.

Oh, I also understand

that we'll be taking care

of Pavarotti for the night?

So, um...

That'll be an additional

$1,200 charge.

[scoffs] $1,200?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Well, anything for our furry

little friends, right?

Just the tests.

[Guy] He's gonna be okay.

You should have seen him.

[Katie sniffles]

He doesn't look normal.

[Katie sighs heavily]

I don't understand.

He'll be okay.

Thanks, Guy.

I think we should talk.

About?

[quiet music playing over TV]

Nothing. Nothing.

[Guy exhales sharply]

Wow. [sighs deeply]

Wow is right.

The Indian food

was heavy as sh*t.

[Katie exhales sharply]

You okay?

I was just thinking

about Pavarotti.

The singer?

My cat, you idiot.

I have to go get him.

You're leaving?

Well, if he's awake,

or he's in pain, I just,

I shouldn't have left him.

I'll come with you.

Guy, I have to go alone.

Okay? Thank you.

Thank you for the dinner.

Well, thank you for,

I don't know...

being beautiful?

-[car honks in the distance]

-[faint street din]

[grunts]

Pav?

Pavi?

Pavi!

Hi. Oh.

-Hi.

-[Pavarotti hisses]

What the f*ck?

[phone chimes]

f*ck. Pavi?

Holy sh*t.

[knocking on door]

[door lock clattering]

[door shuts close]

[scattered conversation

over video]

[indistinct mumbling]

[indistinct]

[scattered conversation

over video]

[eerie droning]

Have you ever actually tried

to talk to somebody these days?

Like, have a real conversation?

-Huh?

-[man over video] Sure.

Because you know

they're not listening to you.

They're just waiting.

It's like everyone,

they're just waiting,

till their turn [indistinct].

They're not taking in

anything you say.

That's the problem

with everyone these days.

No one listens.

I don't want to hear

your problems.

Everyone's got problems.

I've got problems,

you've got problems.

And that's the problem.

Nobody cares anymore.

Nobody genuinely

f*cking cares anymore.

[man over video]

Is that why you want

to do this?

[low, droning music playing]

No sleep. No action.

No cut.

[loud clattering over video]

[clattering continues]



[man choking over video]



[chair creaking]

[music continues]



We don't need this, Pav.

[Pavarotti hisses angrily]

What the f*ck?

What's wrong with you?

[loud, ominous music]

Hello?

What the f*ck!

[panting]

Who's there?

[sobbing]

What the f*ck do you want?



[screaming]

Get off me! Get off me!

What are you doing?

Get off me!



[whispering] What the f*ck?

[screaming]

[gasps]

[panting]

-[sighs]

-[chair creaking]

[sighs]

Arsehole.

[phone ringing]

Mum?

Mum?

Katie? Can you hear me?

Hang on,

I'm in the f*cking basement.

[Katie sighs]

Okay, how about now?

[mum] Much better.

Yeah, what's going on?

Well, I meant to just call you,

but my fat fingers hit

the video button instead.

Um, why were you

in the basement?

Um, I was just-- I don't know,

looking for something.

I don't know.

I don't like to do this.

I'm fairly uncomfortable,

but...

-I was just wondering if...

-[Katie sighs]

How much do you need?

500.

Jesus, for what?

Um, they're sending

those bills to collection.

From those scans

that I had last year.

Didn't your insurance

cover those?

Well, not all of

it, apparently.

[sighs] All right,

just 500, you sure?

Not a dime more.

-Okay, fine.

-Are you sure?

Because I can ask

your brother if you want.

No, he's got enough going on

with the kids and stuff.

I'll send you the money.

You know, I feel

so embarrassed asking you.

Don't be embarrassed, Mum.

You floated me all through uni

and gave birth to me and sh*t.

Well, do you mind

sending it today?

It's just that I--

I really have to pay it.

He's wearing a harness.

-What?

-Um, nothing, Mum.

I'll-- I'll send you the money.

I've got to go.

-Katie?

-Yeah.

I'm so proud of you.

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[mouse clicking]

A lava lamp?

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

[scoffs]

Okay, okay, um...

okay.

[computer beeps]



[mouse clicking]

Okay, let's see

where you came from.

Okay, let's do this.

-[door creaks open]

-[bell dinging]

[door clicks closed]

[Katie sighs] Coffee.

You have money this time?

This is too much.

For the last one.

Hm.

Never doubted you.

[Katie sighs]

[ominous music playing]

What's his name?

[barista] Who?

The cat.

We don't have a cat.

But you-- you see a cat?

[sighs] Oh, um, guess not.

Oh, hey,

you don't want your change?

Oh, keep it.

Hey, I wanted

to ask you, actually.

How'd you get into it?

Into what?

You know, the movies and stuff.

I always wanted

to get into that kind of thing,

but it's, like, impossible.

I mean, I write sometimes

and edit a little.

I like to mess around

with the programs,

but I'm not

a professional like you.

-[Katie chuckles]

-What's funny?

Being called a professional.

Oh. [chuckles softly]

I mean, does it pay well?

Sometimes.

Better than here?

-Probably.

-[barista chuckles]

I just-- I don't have

the connections, you know?

Do you have any advice

for breaking in?

Sorry, dude.

I don't need the competition.

[bell dinging]

[door clicks closed]

[computer humming]

[mouse clicking]

[keyboard clacking]

[woman sobbing]

[ominous music playing]

[woman sobbing]

What is this sick sh*t?

[sighs] Three down.

[sighs]

[lighter clicks]

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

[panting]

[sighs deeply]

[crickets chirping]

[birds chirping]

[leaves rustling]

[g*n clicks]

-[woman screaming]

-[g*nsh*t popping]

-[man whining]

-[g*nsh*t popping]

[breathing heavily]

It's real.

It's f*cking real.

-[breathing heavily

-[keyboard clacking]

[phone chimes]

[sobbing]

[computer beeps]

[sobbing]

[computer beeps]

Well, I guess

it just always felt like

someone was watching me.

-Narcissist.

-[laughs] Don't judge me.

Do you want

a chopstick to the neck?

It occurs to me that people

who are really

into not being judged

usually have something

that they're afraid of

being judged for.

I'm not afraid of anything.

I don't care

what people think of me.

Do you think that I'll judge you

if you tell me that you're

still editing those videos?

What?

You have too much pride

to invite me to a nice meal

and let me pay for it.

Okay, you're right.

Well, this is on me.

I just wanted

to repay you first.

No, you-- you don't have

to explain yourself.

Just know that

I don't judge you.

Say no more.

[soft music playing]

I didn't think they were real.

Was that on the table?

[chuckles]

Snuff films are real.

They were very convincing.

And very creepy.

But totally fake.

And I stopped doing them.

I'm just gonna get

my credentials back.

Keep haunting legit gigs

and build my rep again.

I was gonna wait till later

to tell you this.

But I got you an interview

at [indistinct].

-What? Seriously?

-Yeah.

They're looking for

a full-time editor.

The pay's,

I don't know, it-- it's fine.

It's probably

a little less than fine.

But I thought

you'd be great for it.

And they'd actually consider me?

Yeah.

My recommendation's

gold there.

And so are you.

Man, I--

I don't know what to say.

Just say

you'll go to the interview.

I don't see how

it's not yours already.

That is, if you want

to work at [indistinct].

Are you f*cking serious?

-[Kevin laughs]

-[Katie clears throat]

Would we be working together?

Yeah. Sometimes.

-That'd be amazing.

-[Kevin chuckles]

I try.

What did you mean by later?

Later?

Yeah, you said

you were gonna wait until later

to tell me.

Oh, uh,

I guess I-- I just thought that

maybe we'd hang out

after dinner.

Is that presumptuous?

Extremely.

I swear I'm not as disgusting

as my apartment implies.

You have a cat?

[Katie] No, I'm just obsessed

with getting cat food.

[both laughing]

Oh, he's around here somewhere.

Pavarotti, where you at?

Pavarotti?

Yeah, he was fat

when he was a kitten.

Oh, right, so he's not

a classically trained tenor.

[Katie laughs]

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

It's so weird having you here.

[Kevin] Why?

I don't know, I just don't have

many people over a lot,

but since we're,

like, co-workers,

don't count as friends.

It's just weird.

I thought I was mentoring you.

Aren't we here so I can give you

professional advice?

You are the co-worker

who becomes

inappropriately friendly.

Did you say inappropriate?

[both chuckling]

[Kevin chuckles]

So, let me see these videos.

What?

On, no, I...

I don't even want

to think about them.

Oh, come on, I'm-- I'm curious.

They make me feel weird.

You can't tease me like that,

you've been talking

about them all week.

Come on, they're right there.

[sighs] Yeah, they are.

Just point them out to me,

I'll watch them for you.

Dude, seriously.

Just one that I--

I want to know

what we're talking about here.

[Katie sighs]

Just one.

And I don't want

to see it or hear it.

-[keyboard clacking]

-[Katie sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[Katie sighs]



[computer buzzing]

Yeah?

Yeah.

That looked real.

Yeah.

So, uh,

what do you know

about these people?

Nothing.

Like, nothing nothing.

Hmm.

[Kevin inhales deeply]

Well, I'm glad you're not doing

those videos anymore.

I mean, it must be fake, but...

you're right, it's weird.

[sighs] Yeah, I've been having

weird f*cking nightmares.

I feel like

it's even infected Pavarotti.

He's been acting

so strange lately.

So, where is this cat?

Am I gonna meet him or what?

He's around here somewhere.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[car horn honking]

-Oh, my God!

-What?

The window's open!

[ominous music playing]

-What?

-Pav, are you here?

Oh, he got out?

Pav?

-[Kevin] Pavarotti?

-[Katie] Pavi?

Pav?

-Pav?

-[Kevin] Pavarotti?

Dude, I never leave

my window open.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

Katie, someone's at the door.

-Hey.

-What?

Someone's knocking at your door.

Oh, maybe they found him.

[Katie sighs]

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

It's Ronald McDonald.

[Katie sighs]

-It's almost noon.

-It's 10:30, and who cares?

You know,

if you maybe had a job,

and didn't sleep

your f*cking life away,

-you might have my rent.

-[Katie sighs]

-Hey, hey!

-[door shuts closed]

Hey, you better be making

a run out that back door.

Because I tell you, if

you're not, when I get inside,

I'm going to be dragging you out

by your greasy, raggy--

Here.

And it's Sunday.

I'll sleep as long

as I f*cking want.

It-- it's short.

No, it's two months' rent.

Yeah, the two months

you owed me.

Today's the first

again, remember?

Can you just give me

a couple of days to--

[stuttering]

You're out, all right?

You're just--

Look,

I'll give you

till the end of the week,

and that is

pretty f*cking generous.

I have nowhere else

to f*cking go.

-You have tough t*tties.

-Oh, you really are a--

Oh, really? Really?

Oh, really? Really?

Is that the way

you want to handle it?

-Really?

-Mate, I tell you.

The next time

the cops are coming with me.

[door shuts closed]

[both sighing]

I'm sorry.

It's Pavarotti, and he was meant

to fix the f*cking window.

Maybe we should get out of here.

How about we go for breakfast,

why don't you eat?

We can keep looking for Pav.

[Katie sighs]

I actually have

something I need to do.

But maybe later this week?

Yeah, of course.

-[Kevin chuckles]

-Cool, cool.

I'm going to put on some pants.

[vacuum cleaner rumbling]

[doorbell buzzing]

-Hello?

-[Katie] It's me.

Hey, Katie.

I'm sorry, but we can't

see each other again.

I've been using you,

and I don't want

to do that to you anymore.

You're a nice guy, Guy.

And you deserve

someone better than me.

Katie, where's this coming from?

I thought

things were going well.

Can you just come on up?

No, I don't want to see

your face while I

tell you this.

I'm leaving a check

in your mailbox

for all the dinners

and sh*t you bought me.

No, I-- I-- I don't

buy you things for that.

Uh, I like taking care of you.

Exactly. Just take the money.

Just don't deposit it

right away.

Wait, Katie.

Is there someone else?

Katie?

Is it Kevin?

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

[eerie music playing]

[woman panting]

[Katie panting]

[thunder rumbling]

[distorted groaning]

[panting]

[distorted groaning continues]



[woman sobbing]

[Katie panting]



[thudding]

[lock clicks open]

[breathing heavily]

Please don't be.

Don't f*cking be Pav.

[Katie gasping]

[dramatic music playing]

[Katie sobbing]

You come highly recommended

from Kevin,

and as you can guess,

Kevin's recommendation is gold.

I don't know if he told you

much about the role,

but you'll be cutting

a lot of branded content,

most of our digital videos,

the occasional sizzle reel.

Do you do sizzles?

Yeah, I've done those.

Not everyone's favourite work,

I know,

but they have to be done.

Yeah.

Could you tell me a little bit

about your work experience?

My work experience?

Uh, sure.

[clears throat]

I've cut, uh, some TV shows

for ABC and for Stan...

for, uh--

yeah, uh, some short films.

I've done

some other freelance work,

corporate, commercials.

Uh, can I have a glass of water?

Oh, of course.

[cat purring, meowing]

[ominous music playing]

Here you go.

Thanks.

So, ABC and Stan,

that's-- that's fun.

I did a few adult films, too.

Oh. [laughs]

That's funny.

You know, a sense of humour

is so undervalued in this field.

Adult films.

That's a good one.

Do you have

any questions for me?

-You know what? I really--

-[thudding]

-[glass clinking]

-[water splashing]

Um, I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't be.

I-- I think we're done here.

Anyway, I have your resume.

Your reel is excellent.

Like I said,

recommendation from Kevin.

-Are-- are you sure I can't--

-Thanks for coming in.

I'm a good editor, you know?

Oh, I can see.

No, but I'm--

I'm, like, really good.

You should hire me.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Hey, you don't have a cat

in this office, do you?

A cat?

No.

I didn't think so.

[sighs]

[train horn honking in distance]

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

[computer beeps]

[keyboard clacking]

[sighs]

[keyboard clacking]

[road din]

[door creaks open]

[panting]

[door shuts closed]

[ominous music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[plastic rustling]



[man groaning]

[grunts] Okay.

[masked man groaning in pain]

[man groaning in pain]



[man retching]

[indistinct chatter]

[Stanson] [indistinct]?

-[Katie] Yes?

-I'm Detective Stanson.

Officer Johnson told me

you had evidence of a m*rder.

Yes. I mean, I think so.

-Is this it?

-Yes.

There's blood in the box.

Yeah. I see that.

There's a video of a man

being k*lled on the hard drive.

-You received this in the mail?

-Yes.

-From whom?

-I don't know.

If you find out who sent it,

let me know.

Um,

w-- wait, what are you doing?

It's a f*cking m*rder.

It's a video clip,

not a m*rder.

They k*lled my cat.

Well, you have to do something.

[birds chirping]

Hey.

Kev, what are you doing here?

You stopped answering my calls.

Chad told me you were

a little all over the place

at the interview.

You look terrible.

Pavarotti's dead.

What?

-I need sleep.

-You-- you need to talk to me.

[sighs]

-Go home.

-We both know it's these videos.

Videos can't give me insomnia

or k*ll my cat.

You remember how you asked me

what job

had stuck with me the most,

and I-- I told you

about those guys

that I lied to for the TV show?

[sighs] Yeah.

One of those guys,

after it aired...

k*lled himself.

And I was the person

that was supposed

to reassure him

that we wouldn't make him

look like an idiot.

We became friends.

He trusted me.

And I used that trust...

to humiliate him

on national television.

And then he k*lled himself.

For about four months,

I couldn't get out of bed.

I was seeing him

in my nightmares.

I was thinking about him

all the time.

I lost nearly ten kilos.

It was like I had the flu.

[sighs] Kev...

Katie, you have a choice.

I made mine.

I told myself

that if I ever felt like

I was manipulating someone

just to get good footage,

that I would walk away.

And I've walked away

from a lot of money,

plenty of times.

Well, I guess I can

always go back to cutting porn.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Katie, I think you should just

wash your hands

of the whole thing.

Pass it off to someone else.

Like a referral?

Yeah, I guess.

[sighs]

Just go home, Kevin.

[door shuts closed]

[ominous music playing]

[woman screaming]

[sighs]

[mouse clicking]

[chair creaking]

[keyboard clacking]



[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]



[sighs]

[sighs]

I'm going crazy.

[road din]

Hey, Joe, it's Katie.

Uh, yeah, I was wondering

if you had any work for me.

The hemorrhoid thing?

[chuckles]

Come on, I was joking.

Just messing around.

All right, well, let me know if

you need anything edited.

I'm available.

What kind of opportunity?

Are you f*cking serious?

Not in a million years, dude.

Go f*ck yourself.

f*cking as*h*le.

What?

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

Sorry, honey, I can't help you.

Sorry, we're not hiring.

-[car honks]

-[phone chimes]

[ominous music]

[cars honking]

Mom?

What the f*ck?

[phone chimes]

[car honks]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[woman over phone]

Is this Katie?

Yes.

Katie, this is Dr. Neenan

at Melbourne Animal Hospital.

I wanted to follow up

about Pavarotti's test results.

Um, he actually...

Uh, what did they say?

[Dr. Neenan]

It appears he was poisoned.

Poisoned?

Cats can often ingest toxins

like antifreeze and detergent.

Even some foods

can cause a reaction.

But Pavarotti's case

is pretty extreme.

We're unable to narrow down

exactly what caused it,

but his blood level suggests

significant organ damage.

[Katie clears throat]

Can I help you?

Is the other girl here?

Other girl?

I don't know, um, Olivia?

-Olive?

-Yeah, Olive.

Yeah, she's in the back.

I'll go grab her for you.



[Olive] Hey.

Is everything all right?

Uh, yeah, um, are you still into

editing and stuff?

Uh, yeah, I am. Why?

When do you get off work?

It's a pretty

intimidating setup.

Yeah, real pro sh*t.

Click that video.

It's really nice of you

to help me like this.

[mouse clicks]

You have no idea

how much it means to me.

Yeah, I'm a great person.

Click that video.

Uh, drag that into the timeline.

You know the keystrokes, right?

Some of them, yeah,

I'm a little slow though.

Well, this is

perfect practice, then.

[man breathing heavily

over video]

[man choking]

-[man screams]

-Oh, my God.

Yeah, pretty gnarly

special effects, right?

Well, this--

this isn't real, right?

What do I look like,

a serial k*ller?

Of course it's not real.

Now, the job is super easy.

You see, there's

a bunch of different angles.

You just have

to put them together,

cut around, throw

some scary music under it,

and call it a day.

-How's that sound?

-This is too much for me.

This is-- I can't do this.

It's like

thousands of dollars, Olive.

-You can do it.

-Why is it so much?

Um, I negotiated.

In fact,

that's my first lesson to you.

Always negotiate.

You can always get more money

from these people.

Why don't you just do it, then?

I wanted to pay it forward.

Besides, you told me

you wanted to break in, right?

I do.

I did, but this is horrible.

We all have to start somewhere.

[man choking over video]

[man screams over video]

You know what, Olive?

You're getting more money

on your first job

than I did

in my first two years.

That is good.

I do need the money.

Cafe not paying the bills?

Well, it is for now.

I'm starting a family soon.

You're pregnant?

Wasn't exactly on the plan,

if that's what you're asking.

Yeah, I'm eating

for two at the moment.

Uh, wait.

I can't let you do this.

-Do what?

-This sh*t.

It's not good for you.

But I thought you just said--

Yeah, I know what I just said.

-Here, get up.

-Ow!

-What's wrong with you?

-I can't explain it.

You just have to leave.

-You're kidding!

-I'm not f*cking kidding, dude!

You dragged me up here

to show me your weird videos

and now you're pushing me out.

I made a mistake, all right?

Jesus, just get

the f*ck out of my apartment.

You're crazy. You know that?

Yep, I guess so.

Hey, Joe.

Yeah, just-- just listen

to me for a second.

Okay. Just-- just stop.

How much money

are we talking about here?

Okay.

Your name?

Um... Rose.

Is this your first time?

First time?

On camera?

You know, I'm not going to

blow you right now.

[Joe laughs]

Lauren!

Lauren, this is Rose.

Rose, this is Lauren.

You're pretty.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

You want me to...

Lauren, darling,

Rose is here for the first time.

Is this nice?

How does this feel, Rose?

Incredible.

Mmm, my thoughts, exactly.

[Lauren moans]

[Katie moans]

[Lauren moaning]

[moans, sucks teeth]

-Wait.

-[Lauren sadly] Mmm.

-What is it, baby?

-I don't know.

I don't feel too good.

It's okay,

I'll take care of you.

-[Katie breathing heavily]

-Hmm.

[traffic din]

[indistinct chatter]

[sounds distorting]



[sighs] f*ck.

f*ck.

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[computer chimes]

No.

[computer chimes]

f*ck.

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[computer chimes]

Yes, yes.

"Self-produce."

You're kidding.

No, no, please.

[buzzing]

Hello?

[Guy] Hey, Katie.

Sorry to bother you so late.

Probably shouldn't be calling.

How are you?

What do you want, Guy?

[Guy] I know we broke up

and everything, but...

[sighs] Well, I just--

I just can't stop

thinking about you, and I--

I just wanted to get closure.

Maybe--

look, maybe

if we can have one more chat,

we can find something out.

Maybe we can even be friends.

At least.

I don't want to lose you

in my life.

Can I come over?

[Guy] Um, yeah, of course.

Okay.

I'll be there in half an hour.

[Guy] Great, awesome.

I'll see you soon.



Come in, Katie.

Hey.

Oh, wow.

Can, um, can I take your...

-Oh, yeah.

-...jacket.

-Thanks.

-Just...

Wow.

Wow, Katie, you look...

Wow.

You know, it's so great

to see you again.

Do you have anything to drink?

Um, of course, yeah.

Uh, red, white...

You decide.



-[shoe soles squealing]

-Whoa, almost lost it.

I'm, um,

just going to grab some water.

All right, look,

I'm going to set these down.

-Let me get it for you.

-Oh, no, no, no.

Just, um, just get

comfortable in the lounge,

and I'll be right in.

Okay.

[breathing heavily]

The cups are in

the top left-hand cupboard.

[Katie] Okay, thanks.

We should talk.

Mm, I think

we should watch a movie.

Really?

You know, I've got

this great sci-fi flick

on Blu-ray that you'd love.

No, I'll choose.

Well, sure. Okay.

You've never been interested

in my collection before.

[sighs] I realize that.

It seems like such an oversight.

What is your favourite?

It depends what genre.

Any?

That's an impossible question.

I'm a bit of a cinephile.

You f*ck movies.

No.

I guess you haven't noticed

I've alphabetized these

by director.

Now, most people do it

by studio or title.

Katie?

[both breathing heavily]

f*ck!

Katie, what the f*ck?

I can't breathe.

Are you going to let me breathe?

Sorry, I just got carried away.

You're strange tonight.

-I'm the same as ever.

-No, no, no.

Something's going on.

What's going on?

What the f*ck, Katie?

What the f*ck's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, what-- what--

where are you going?

What are you doing?

What's going on?

I'm sorry, Guy.

Hey.

I mean, it was--

it was just a weird email.

I wouldn't have even

clicked on it, but then...

Katie, I saw that it was you

with that girl and...

I mean, what the f*ck? [sighs]

Are you okay?

I'm gonna die, Kev.

They're gonna k*ll me.

You're not gonna die, Katie.

Look, I told you, you've got to

put those videos behind you.

Throw that f*cking computer

out the window if you have to.

No amount of money

is worth this.

They're after my family.

They're trying

to destroy my life.

We don't even know who they are.

Why me?

How did they find me?

Katie, what

exactly have they done?

They paid you

to edit some videos,

and then they asked you

to do some more.

That is it.

They poisoned Pav.

How do you know that?

Because there's things

in my apartment.

They're in my apartment,

or I'm-- I'm dreaming

that they are.

I don't know

what's real anymore.

You think I'm crazy.

No, I don't think you're crazy.

But I don't see

some grand conspiracy here.

I see a woman

who hasn't slept in a week,

who-- who's struggling

to find work,

who's grieving her pet,

and is desperate for money.

Am I wrong?

Look, why don't you stay here

for a bit?

Hey, just at least

until you feel safe.

In the meantime,

you delete the Job Hub account.

If they try to contact

you again,

you block them.

They'll go away eventually.

It's never too late

to straighten things out.

Trust me.

Thanks for everything, Kev.

You were always there for me.

Come on.

Let me get you

something comfortable

to sleep in, all right?

[tense music]

You found my studio.

High ceilings.

Yeah, it's costing me a fortune,

but it's a good space.

Was it just the one?

Just the one what?

What do you mean?

Was he the only one that

you filmed in here?

I don't know what you mean.

Do you want to

come back upstairs, Katie?

You don't look so--

I just want to know if he's

the only one that you filmed.

Or are they all yours?

I think you're confused, Katie.

Did you think

I wouldn't put it together?

This wall is etched

into my f*cking brain!

He was gonna do it anyway.

And I had--

And you had an assignment.

It's not what you think.

I'm f*cking living it, Kevin!

It's exactly what I think!

I tried to refuse, Katie,

but they threatened me.

[Kevin breathing heavily]

They threatened my family.

And then they wanted me to...

Self-produce.

I never k*lled anyone.

It was that one guy in here.

I barely knew him.

He told me that

he wanted to take his own life,

and I thought that it was a way

that I could keep them happy

without...

really having to do it.

So you made him k*ll himself?

You-- you can't make someone

k*ll themselves, Katie.

f*ck, man.

You're good.

-I...

-Oh.

...I was trapped in it as well.

The same as you are.

You know,

that night after it happened,

I went out to buy cigarettes.

When I came back,

the body was gone.

They got in here somehow.

I was having nightmares.

I was seeing things.

I was sick.

I was just like you are.

It's-- it's in my head.

It's just-- it's psychological,

but, Katie...

I need you to know

that I never k*lled anyone.

Well, why did they choose you?

I don't know.

They told me that--

that they got my information

from some casting producer,

but I don't know

any f*cking casting producers.

I-- I tried for a long time

to figure out who it was,

but I-- I-- I don't know.

Someone must have referred me

to get out of their own deal.

I know a casting producer.

Who?

How'd you get out?

Kev?

[shouting] How did you get out?

They were never gonna

stop harassing me, Katie.

They were threatening my family.

They-- they hacked my account.

Katie, they've got

pictures of my niece.

And you-- you needed work.

No. Kevin?

I didn't know

it would be like this.

No. No, no.

I figured you'd just--

you'd find a legitimate job.

And you'd pass it off

to someone else

-before the whole thing--

-Don't say this to me!

Don't f*cking say this to me!

I was trying to get you a job

at [indistinct], remember?

I thought you could get in

and get out

without getting hurt.

-[indistinct]

-I'm sorry, Katie.

I didn't know

you were gonna get this deep.

I-- I was trying to help.

You were trying to

f*cking help me?

You were trying to

f*cking help me?

Hey, I'm sorry!

Get the f*ck off me!

Get the f*ck off me!

[overlapping shouting]

-Get the f*ck off me!

-[indistinct]

We're gonna get through this!

It's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

We'll get through this.

I'm sorry.

-[Katie sobs]

-I'm sorry.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-[Katie sobs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna work this out.

I'm sorry.

-It's gonna be okay.

-No.

I'm sorry.

[Kevin choking]

[Katie sobbing]

[Katie screaming,

sobbing loudly]

[screams]

[sobbing]

[screams]



[mouse clicks]

[indistinct shouting over video]

[Katie screaming

and sobbing over video]

[Kevin choking]

[Katie screams over video]

[sobbing over video]

[computer chimes]

[keyboard clacks]

[mouse clicks]

[exhales sharply]