- Look, I'm not that good with words,
but lemme tell you something.
There are some stories that just never go away
like Romeo and Juliet.
Two kids fall in love
but the families can't stand each other.
That's sad but it happens.
Everything happens.
Everything's happened before, dammit.
Everything.
But imagine
if something did happen for the very first time,
something that never happened to anyone else before, ever.
Man, wouldn't that be somethin'.
Wouldn't you wanna get all your friends around
like you used to as a kid on a Saturday afternoon?
You know those Saturday afternoons
that used to last forever?
Except, hey.
Except for that one kid that never got invited
and just watched from a distance.
You know what'd been a first time for that kid?
Someone saying, "Hey, you wanna play?
"You wanna come see?"
I wonder whatever happened to that kid.
- [mumbles] for a glass of water?
Not big on the water, eh?
- Which one is it, Barney?
Are you intimidating or provoking my client?
- Hard to say.
Whichever's the lesser of the two evils I guess.
- Give my regards to the wife and kids.
- Thank you.
- Now, what are we gonna do with you
mister man with no name?
You ride to town and you go and get yourself caught.
It's not quite the way the story goes though, is it?
Not the way I remember it anyway.
Alex and I would say exactly that, actually.
Anyway.
So you're the devil.
That's clever and kinda funny, but it's also stupid.
As a joke, my guess is it's time to wear thin
with about three seconds of the punchline
bein' delivered, my friend.
Cops are a pretty tough audience,
but let me prove it to you.
Because if they ask for your name one more time
and you say the Devil, they gotta make up their mind
that you're a risk to yourself and the community.
Whatever it is you're up to,
you're gonna have to give it up to sharing a cell.
- Christoper Davidson.
- Thank you.
- No! [snarls]
That is not my name.
You have a name for who I am.
Christopher Davidson was innocent.
You should've helped him more than you did.
He was found guilty.
You're a bad lawyer for letting that happen.
- The hell are you talking about?
Alright, do you know what a transitional care facility is?
It's where the cops want to put you for a little while.
A transitional care facility.
They used to be called hospitals and before that, nuthouses.
You follow me?
We've come a long way, but you do not
wanna be doing bed and breakfast
with the self-harm and hearing voices crowd.
Work with me, yes?
[soft, somber music]
- I'm bored.
- Excuse me?
- I'm so bored, you you can't imag--
- I'll find some tissues.
- You don't know what it's like.
There is nothing to do!
- Do you want to keep your voice down?
- I do wanna keep my voice down!
I wanna keep my voice down
as much as you wanna fuck that girl
young enough to be your daughter!
You see what I mean when I get bored?
I get desperate.
- [sighs] You listen to me, you lowlife.
[intriguing cello music]
[intriguing piano music]
- The building has a history that goes back to the reign
of the English Queen Victoria in the 19th century.
It is a magnificent colonial architecture
and one of the oldest inhabited buildings in the country.
It's been a hospital only since after the second World War.
But you know what, though?
It's been many, many amazing things too.
I believe Chris, you [mumbles] once upon a time.
Is everything okay?
You good?
- Good?
No.
That, I'm not but thank you for asking.
- Hey Paul. - Hey Tom.
- Alright,
you good?
- Good.
[intriguing cello music]
[intriguing piano music]
[phone ringing]
- Excuse me, do you think you're invisible?
- No.
- I'm glad because you're definitely not that.
In fact, you're very hard to miss
being as big and ugly as you must know you are.
- [chuckles] That was a joke?
- Who told you that?
- That's mean!
- Goodbye.
- I'm not ugly, I've got a girlfriend.
- You haven't got a girlfriend anymore
and I've got two weeks to live.
[phone ringing]
Come and sit down.
Yeah don't breathe on me.
Now what's your name?
- Take it back.
- I'll think about it, what's your name?
- I used to have a girlfriend.
- Did you?
What was her name?
- Rose.
- Oh that's very original.
Tell me when she was your girlfriend,
what was her boyfriend's name?
That's right, think harder.
It's a trick question just like your head.
- My head?
- Mhm, this business up here.
- I don't like you. - Sit down!
[intriguing cello music]
You didn't do it, did you?
They said you did, but you didn't.
You didn't push him.
He slipped.
No one believed you.
Poor Robbie.
- I messed up.
I'm so glad you believe me.
They made me cry.
I wouldn't have pushed anyone.
They wouldn't listen to me.
- That's because you're boring.
Will you please go away, Robbie?
- But you know! - So I know
where the Sahara Desert is, but I'm not goin' there
in need more of a hurry than I am
to continue this conversation.
Will you please go away?
I'm waiting to see a doctor.
- Please be my friend?
- No, you're ugly!
Besides, you lied to me when you said you had a girlfriend.
You were lying to me, weren't you, Robbie?
- No, now Rose was always my girlfriend.
But then the accident happened
and they said I couldn't ring her anymore.
- Almost your girlfriend.
Well what say you make me almost your friend?
But better still, what say you make me
almost your best friend?
Almost your best friend in the whole wide world.
Now Robbie, if I say I'm goin' to be your friend,
will you go away?
- Oh mister, I'm so happy you're my friend.
I ain't gonna stay with Jesus, I don't care.
'Cause I got my own friend now!
You're my friend now, Mista!
- Robbie, talk to me.
You just said Jesus, as in Jesus?
Why?
- Some other people here sayin' they're Jesus,
but they're not.
I lie.
What do you reckon?
They say they're Jesus and people believe them.
I don't believe them.
That's why I haven't got any friends
'cause they're all friends, but I don't believe them.
That's why I haven't got any friends.
You know how know they're not Jesus?
How come I know?
- I was about do ask you exactly that.
- Because I'm a carpenter, just like the real Jesus.
They don't have a trade.
I did my apprenticeship, I went to trade school.
I'm fully qualified!
- Robbie, did I say you're boring?
You're right, you don't need them.
Let's show them how much we don't need them
by showing off our brand new friendship.
But most of all, let's show it off too for Jesus
that did not go to trade school.
Them first.
[Robbie chuckling]
[birds chirping]
Thank you.
But I was expecting it to turn red.
I thought you said you were turning water into wine.
- It's a metaphor.
I really didn't turn water into wine in the Bible,
I simply replaced the old faith with new.
Transformed the commonplace into eternal.
But just for a minute there
as I was pourin' the water into the glass,
because you expect it to become wine, it was wine.
The metaphor became reality and that's faith.
You take that minute and you multiply it to the nth degree,
you have faith.
- Mmm, what'd you say your name was?
- Jesus.
- What'd you say his name was?
- Lawrence Turner.
- Thank you for your time today, Mr Turner.
It's been a tremendous priv--
[Robbie laughing]
[door knocking]
- [Patient] Repent!
- I think he's talkin' to you.
Knock again.
[door knocking]
- Bud, you're not wearin' your watch.
- It must've fallen off when I was doin' the dishes.
- That's bad! - Repent!
- I told you he was talkin' to you.
- Repent!
- You have quite a theme going on here.
Now I don't mean just your vocabulary,
I'm talking more along the lines of the decor.
Don't even think about it!
- Repent, repent, repent!
[Robbie laughing]
[intriguing cello music]
[Robbie grunting]
- You listen to me.
If the next Jesus so much as mentions water,
let alone demonstrates using water
or even just tries to lead me to water
like the beast of burden you're very quickly
turnin' me into,
I want you to know I am goin' to kill you.
Just on principle and just in case. [snarls]
[intriguing piano music]
Yes I think I could see the problem here already.
- Who are you looking for?
- Oh we're not, but thank you.
- No, wait!
It's because I'm a woman, isn't it?
Why can't I be Jesus?
- Who said you can't?
Don't believe them.
I'm sure it's in the Constitution.
- You came in looking for someone?
- Did we?
Ah yes, my friend here's tryin' to find enlightenment.
We're looking for Buddha.
He's a big fat guy with a bald head.
[woman chuckling]
- That's very offensive, you know?
Some people find truth in Eastern religion.
- Hello. - Hey.
- Excuse me, could I ask you to stand still please?
You're makin' me rather seasick.
- He doesn't like water.
- Why don't you sit down?
- Seasick, seagulls, swim.
Swim, swim, sweat.
Sweet 16.
When you're 16, you think you know everything.
Until everything stops, that is.
Which is exactly what happened early one morning
when a 16 year old girl woke up
to find that a statue in her room was crying.
A statue that her mother put there.
The statue that right now was crying.
But hang on a minute, I just said that already didn't I?
Well it is a bit of a big deal.
Statues don't exactly do that kinda thing, right?
They don't exactly do any kinda thing.
Just stand there and be statues
and look good or bad or holy or whatever.
I don't know, but nor did the teenage girl.
Talk about lost.
But when all else fails--
- Text someone.
- [snaps] So she did
with the statue with tears in its eyes
looking on, of course.
Still looking on and still crying
as that teenage girl got dressed
in something like record time.
But not much to see here people,
just truly terrified teenage girl
skipping breakfast and missin' the bus.
That sucks, but it wasn't far to her boyfriend's house.
They walked the rest of the way to school together.
Hand-in-hand, young love.
[sighs] Clueless.
Clueless too, as I walked through the school guides
and almost directly right into the school priest.
Now he could tell somethin' was wrong, priests always can.
So I explained.
Of course he'd heard it all before, priests always have.
But not this.
They have never seen anything like this before.
Standing there in the girl's bedroom
starin' the statue straight in the eye,
it was staring straight back at 'em
through tears still in both its eyes.
A crying statue staring up at a priest
and a priest staring down at a crying statue
of Marilyn Monroe.
[patients clapping and laughing]
- It's on the table, guys.
[muffled crosstalk]
- Robbie, who's your new friend?
- I could ask the same question,
but I won't.
Robbie save me a seat, I'm starving.
In fact I am so hungry, you can't imagine.
- Yeah, you want me to go now?
- Well how the hell else are you gonna manage
to save me a seat?
- Listen to million dollar haircut, will you?
You gotta love the mouth on this guy.
You're going nowhere, dude.
What a mouth.
Are we going?
- I won't be long, guys.
[intriguing piano music]
- Is she the funny one, is she?
I'd hear [mumbles] or something.
I'm not sure I counted 12 back there,
but she certainly did do very well
to stand out though, didn't she?
Now who are the other ones?
Sneezy, sleepy, bashful,
boring, irritating, gullible?
- You sound like a little bit
of a dab hand at comedy yourself.
Mister-- - No I think we better
clear up the question of your name first.
- I'm Jesus. - You paused.
what are you afraid of?
Are you worried they're going to say
you're crazy and lock you up?
- No.
Did you know I think he's scared?
The fact that the architect who designed this place
laid out the corridors in such a way,
the smell from the kitchen carries right through
and just lingers.
[sniffs] Mmm, chicken.
Do you like chicken?
I like chicken.
[intriguing harpsichord music]
- I'd so like to say a prayer for the same thing that--
- What's wrong with your hands?
- I'd like to say a prayer for the same thing
that I said a prayer for yesterday
because yesterday I left something out.
I forgot to mention that the boys are going
on the road to promote the single
and being boys they're obviously going nowhere.
They're obviously gonna need all the help they can get.
So God, can you please make sure that they don't fuck up
and that they don't turn up stoned to interviews?
Can you please, please, please make sure
they don't make dicks of themselves
by sliding off other bands or getting release dates wrong
or hitting on girl interviewers
or any of the bullshit like that?
One last thing, can you do something
about the radio stations that play our song?
The hardcore stations, not the wanker ones.
They can go keep playing with themselves.
That's me.
- Thanks, Beth.
I hope God has an open mind.
- Actually could I say something?
- Please. - Thank you.
I'd like to say a prayer...
Is that how you start it, I hope?
- Yeah that'll do just fine.
- Gonna be quite short,
not having a religious upbringing and all.
- Just say the prayer.
- I'd like to say a prayer for anyone
who isn't sitting down to a meal right now.
For anyone who doesn't have food on a table
or clean water to drink or warm clothes on their back
or a roof over their head.
Where every day is a struggle, every day.
A prayer for people from countries
that are in every other country's too hard basket.
Countries decimated by war.
Countries decimated by corruption, by famine, by plague.
Countries where either that doesn't rain enough
or it rains too much.
A prayer for the children of those countries.
We're talkin' children that'll never take their first step
because they'll never have the energy
to lift their tiny bodies up off the ground.
Where mothers weak with hunger can no longer produce milk
to breastfeed their children.
It's all and well good for us to sit here and ask
why would you wanna bring a child into a world like that?
All because there just isn't enough food to go around.
Thank you for letting me say my peace.
I'm sorry.
Chicken, I like chicken.
Od you like chicken?
Robbie, where's my coloring?
Robbie, we won't have any coloring.
No no, that's not my color Robbie.
Give that back.
Go get my coat, it's over there.
That's it.
[intriguing piano music]
[dog barking]
[intriguing cello music]
[intriguing piano music]
[owl hooting]
[door squeaking]
- Hey.
Are you hungry?
If you change your mind.
I think...
Actually no, I'm sure I've done
more graveyard shifts than anyone else.
But tonight's the first night I've ever really felt afraid.
I can't work it out.
I feel like someone's just told me the place is haunted
and I didn't know that before.
Maybe it's just the cold.
- So it's ghosts now, is it?
- I didn't say I saw a ghost, thank you very much.
I'm really scared, that's not funny.
I'm overworked and underpaid, feel sorry for me.
Thank you.
I am scared, you know.
Adele?
- I can't.
- Adele.
- Please leave.
- I wasn't trying to get you to go to bed.
- Please, just go.
[soft guitar strumming]
- Goodnight, Beth.
[fingers tapping]
[soft guitar music]
- Shh.
- Beth, that song you were playing there are some people...
There are some people who are good at what they do,
then there are others who tear their heart out
and put it on display and say,
"I dare you to get closer than that."
- That's a good thing, right?
I'm tired.
- Now that wasn't fair though, was it?
I've got it right though, didn't I?
It was exactly was you were about to say.
That always takes so much outta me
and it's always such a hard one to manage,
but the look on your face.
Like I wish I had a cloth or handkerchief or something
because then I could wipe that look off your face
then I'd get to keep it forever, wouldn't I?
Jesus?
- You know what?
You can call me Ben.
♪ I feel you, I feel you
♪ I feel you scream
♪ I see you, I see you
♪ Can I see you scream
♪ I breathe you, I breathe you
♪ Everybody trying to calm me down ♪
♪ They said that shit's only in your head ♪
♪ So take your meds there's nothin' to dread ♪
♪ Shut your mouth and go to bed boy ♪
♪ Everybody knows I'm a paranoid skit ♪
♪ Nobody really cares
[bell dinging softly]
[door creaking]
[door banging]
- How you goin', Tommy boy?
- I'm good, I'm good.
Welcome back.
- Is it Friday yet?
- [laughs] How's your mom?
- She died. - What?
- She's mom, what do you want me to say?
- [chuckles] Funny, you're a funny guy.
Hey, we should wake up Veronica there, yeah?
- Yeah sure, I'll do it
but I think I'm gonna have a coffee first.
- Yeah sure, do you want me to wait?
- Nah, but I do wanna know is
have you broken the [mumbles] in?
How are things goin' with you
and little miss porn's worse than third-world poverty?
- No no no, she's a lady friend of mine.
It's nothin' like that.
- Lady friend. - Yeah.
- Man, where do you come up with this stuff?
- What do you mean? - Lady friend.
This isn't Knights of the Round Table.
M'lady.
[crows cawing] [birds chirping]
- Welcome to the jungle, good people.
As for our dude with a story to tell, well here's the thing.
I was kinda stuck for a story that day,
just didn't wanna happen
until she came along.
When he first saw her, he was sitting by the window
waiting for inspiration to slap him across the face
like he was some drunk on a dance floor.
She changed all that.
She was so beautiful.
She never even knew he was up there.
He watched her pass by, seemed to stop for just a moment
and then disappear.
That's all it took.
He didn't sleep for 24 hours,
making notes and scribbling ideas.
But most of all tryin' to come up with a title.
You see, the title always had to come first.
Then it came to him,
his new screenplay was gonna be called A Rumor of Angels.
You had a man and the name that came to him
almost exactly 24 hours after he'd first seen her.
In fact, he was even sitting right where he was
when he'd first seen her.
Everything was almost exactly the same.
He watched her pass by, seemed to pause for just a moment
and then disappear.
In an instant, he went from just a title to a whole story.
An entire screenplay from start to finish
and by morning, it was finished.
Now that's two days without sleep,
so he crashed and then wake up.
Woke up at, guess what time?
Yup, at the same time the woman walked past each day.
He watched her pass by and then looked down
at A Rumour of Angels.
He knew it was good and he had to get it out there,
so he emailed it out to anyone
who even sounded like they mattered,
who might just care enough to read his screenplay
by a guy that no one even heard of.
So he sent it off and forgot all about it
until a knock at the door only a few days later.
It was some big name movie producer
and he wanted to make A Rumour of Angels.
A few months later, he did exactly that.
Now it had everybody in it and it did not too badly.
Not number one box office ever,
but certainly number two or three.
Ever.
People started quoting lines from it.
People started coming back to see it again and again.
In fact about the only person who hadn't seen it
was the guy who'd written the thing.
You see, he never left the window there
because she never let him down.
Every day at exactly the same time,
there she was and that's all that mattered to him now,
until the Oscars threatened to ruin everything
and that's because A Rumour of Angels
was nominated for everything.
You know what that meant?
Our dude had to go.
Oh boy, not good.
Even the Oscars means not at the window,
but what choice did he have?
His producers already sent him a new suit and a limousine,
but he didn't get far.
The limousine that was carrying him was cut off
by an ambulance before it got to the end of the street.
Two paramedics rushed past, he followed them to a house.
[sirens wailing] [somber violin music]
You could hear a woman crying.
He found the woman standing behind the paramedics
tryin' to revive another woman.
A woman who's facing you.
It was her.
The woman that had passed by his window
every day for so long.
She had taken her own life.
He watched them cover her face.
He needed answers.
He turned to the crying woman,
the dead woman, the woman he knew and loved.
She said, "It was an actress.
"I had been an actress."
A Rumour of Angels, that was so gonna be her big break.
Five times they made her audition and in the end,
they gave the part to some lingerie model.
Broke her spirit.
The reason they gave her for not getting the part,
"You're just not beautiful enough."
- Oh that's so sad.
That's not fair!
No, that's...
No! - Robbie.
- No!
That's so sad.
- Robbie! - It's so sad!
- Chill, dude. - No!
That's not fair.
That's so sad.
[whimpers] It's not fair.
- There is somethin' wrong with him.
He's not right.
The rest of us, we're just doing it tough.
But he's not right, look at him.
That should be locked up alright.
My God, if you could only see yourselves.
Who do you think you are?
He's just a big kid.
He just misses his mother.
You just wanna lock him up and throw away the key.
Actually why don't you do that?
Why don't you fight amongst yourself
to see who gets first go of throwing away the key?
What about you?
You?
Someone must wanna be the first to throw away the key.
Anyone?
Someone?
Someone must want first go of throwing away that key.
Someone must wanna go first, someone.
[somber violin music]
[muffled crosstalk]
- Christopher Davidson.
- Find [mumbles] the infamous [mumbles]?
- No, it wasn't time.
Could be that I've represented him by another name.
I think he is, could be an alias.
I don't know.
Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I've gotta [shoot through every name I've got on file.
There's a lot there.
What's tomorrow, Thursday?
I'll get my secretary to make it happen.
- [chuckles] You doin' her?
- What?
- Man, your secretary.
- Do you actually work at being cliche?
- Oh you mean the grubby Private I routine?
Yeah, fuck yeah.
You don't have to have courses, so practice for hours.
So what are we doin' dredgin' through your client database
lookin' for this guy?
- Christopher Davidson.
- Yeah, I heard you the first time.
- That's where his name came up.
- Yeah, by who?
- Some twit, it doesn't matter.
- Ah, of course it doesn't.
Yeah, lucky for you to pick up the phone and me
knowing that the sound of your voice fucks with me.
Fucks with me hard.
- I've got no answer.
His name came up and I need to know who he is.
- If you gave him your woman's name.
I guess that was helpin' you find the one that got away.
- I think I know where you're goin' with this.
- [chuckles] I'm not, actually but how is she?
Still has a preference for a guy
that can provide her with stability and security?
You still worrying about your love?
- Sorry.
- That's alright.
- Half past six at court six? - That's perfect, thanks.
- Goodnight. - Bye.
I wonder.
You want me to find a Christopher Davidson.
Do you want me to find him
as much as you wanna fuck that girl
young enough to be your daughter?
I wonder.
- Okay, so have you tried retracing your steps?
How 'bout the game store?
- No, I've looked everywhere for my diary
but I still can't figure out where it is.
- Come on, let's give it another go.
I know we'll find it. - Mmkay.
[hard rock music]
Ooh my God.
- [All] Surprise! [claps]
- Happy birthday.
- Ooh thank you.
Oh my God, wow!
Does Doc Lucas know about this?
- In a manner of speaking, I believe she does.
Gotta keep a watchful eye on things.
- [Veronica] Of course.
- She's talkin' about me, right Doc?
Happy birthday, beautiful lady.
- Ooh, thank you.
This is all you, right?
- Try again.
- Beth?
Where is Beth? - Yeah, where is Beth?
- Oh my God!
- Happy birthday, girl!
[everyone clapping and cheering]
- Beth, I love you.
♪ I'd like to say I got a hole in my heart ♪
♪ I want you to know
- Are you happy?
- Oh thank you so much, yes.
[Beth clapping]
- And thank you Doc Lucas, you rock!
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much
for letting me invite the boys.
I had to tear them away from groups of girls
that were throwing underwear at them.
- G-strings, actually.
[guys laughing]
Maybe I better shut up.
[everyone laughing]
- That's Dan Nelson, everybody.
He's on lead vocals, as you can tell.
Mainly because he's got such a big mouth.
- Woo, woo!
[everyone clapping]
- Anyway, on rhythm guitar we got Mr Claudio [mumbles].
Ooh, as his note to his friend plain ol' Claude.
Yay!
[everyone cheering]
And on bass guitar, we've got Mr Jamie King!
Yay!
Shh, shh.
And on drums, you know what we've got?
We've got our very own private little drummer boy.
He's only 17, so you have to be very, very quiet
so that you don't scare him away.
If there are any cradle snatchers out there,
keep your hands to yourself
because I'm waiting for him to grow up.
Mr Jesse Stuart, everybody! [claps]
Yay!
[everyone cheering] [retro rock music]
♪ I'm so sorry
♪ Sorry that you couldn't stay
♪ I see you wash those tears away ♪
♪ Oh darling
♪ Why in Heaven
♪ Did Heaven ever do to you
♪ Hell must be the better of the two ♪
♪ Well I know ho, ho
♪ I don't wanna sleep alone
♪ Never say never
♪ And I want you back at home
♪ No no no
♪ I don't wanna sleep alone
♪ Never say never
♪ And I want you back at home
♪ No no
♪ So I tell you secrets are so hard to [mumbles] ♪
♪ Things that make me lose your mind ♪
- [Veronica] I think I know what this is.
- Well then do you think you'll like it?
♪ Ever do to you
♪ Made your stupid dreams come true ♪
♪ Well I know ho, ho
♪ I don't wanna sleep alone
♪ Never say never
♪ And I want you back at home
♪ No no no
- I've never kissed a married woman before.
I don't get it.
- Seemed like the right thing to do.
Some mistakes you make and some mistakes
you let yourself make said lesson of the day
courtesy of Mrs Veronica [mumbles].
♪ I'm not that good with words
♪ But let me tell ya something
♪ There's just some stories that just don't go away ♪
♪ Like the story of Romeo and Juliet ♪
♪ Two kids in love
♪ But the families can't stand one another ♪
♪ Sad but it happens
♪ Everything happens
♪ Everything happened before dammit ♪
♪ Everything
- That's it?
- [Veronica] Oh look, Lavender.
- Great, fantastic.
Greatest thing in the world.
Is there anything in there that'll get you laid?
Just kidding.
- You sound just like my husband.
♪ Never say never
♪ And I want you back at home
♪ No no
♪ I don't wanna sleep alone
♪ Never say never
- Yo, Beth. - Yo, Claude.
- You see that girl sitting it out?
She single or what?
- I could ask.
I'm pretty sure she is though, actually.
Do you remember that girl who was like gang raped
with four fuckwits on a dance floor
with everybody staring and selling popcorn and stuff?
That's her.
- Shit. - Yeah.
- Baby.
- I'll give you baby. [giggles]
We could've killed ourselves.
Why are we laughing?
Are you okay, baby?
Did you hit your head?
- We'd have died, then this would've gone to waste.
[lips smacking]
- Now, you were saying?
I can't.
- Why?
Baby, I don't know.
I want to.
I just don't want to risk it, 'kay?
You can take that end-of-the-world look off your face.
I like to watch.
You know that I love you so much
because you're going nowhere, right?
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
[bird chirping loudly]
Cute.
- You're hurting me.
Please! [whimpers]
- Now I gets to kiss it better.
But if you think about it is really
all she wanted all along. [snarls]
[intriguing cello music]
[dog barking]
[intriguing piano music]
- Good news is it backs up the defense argument
that we'll be presenting.
So it's consistent with the context
we'll be working to establish.
Our line of arguments will be
that a key contributing factor here
is that Chris has himself been a victim
of bullying in the past.
That's going to help us to explain his behavior.
- Is this your idea of fun?
- Didn't mean it.
- I guess you don't like us.
- No of course he doesn't. - No, I get that.
But he did decide he didn't mean it.
The way my mind works is that maybe it was dark
and he might've been driving home,
the dog ran out in front of it.
What did you use?
What was it?
A branch, a bat?
- It's just some dog.
- Oh that's a good answer, good.
I can see the judge [mumbles] very quickly.
So you be good boy and tell 'em exactly what happened, okay?
It was just some dog, you didn't meet it.
Make sure you got that stupid grin on your face
when you tell your heartwarming story.
- Hey, come on.
- What a weirdo, I'm telling dad.
- Shut up, Chris!
- He's not your son?
- [Secretary] Mr D Stefano is Christopher's stepfather.
- It's Chris!
- Chris what?
Christopher what?
- You need help, buddy. - Christopher what?
- Christopher Herring.
[door knocking]
- Boo. [chuckles]
- [chuckles] Hey, good morning.
Sorry, I thought you'd still be sleeping.
- No, what's up?
- You ever visit him?
- Who?
- I think he said he's from a magazine, I think.
That's for you.
- Oh my God, did he say what he wanted?
- There's one way to find out.
- Do you think I could go like this, you reckon?
- You've always looked the part.
- And you always know the right thing to say, you dork.
[gasps] Oh, maybe I should put some underwear on.
- Now what I wanna do is ask you to let me
put you in touch with a guy who speaks the digital language.
I'm thinkin' of one guy in particular.
This guy's got the smarts and he knows it.
He's created a career for himself
doin' what no one else is doing.
He knows your stuff.
- Okay.
- I introduced him to it and I'll tell you why.
Because it lends itself perfectly
to track-by-track commentary, follow?
- I love it when you talk dirty.
- Right?
Your stuff tells a story and the hooks stay lodged.
It's a pretty good start-off for this guy.
Now right about now you're wondering
what my piece of the pie is in all this, right?
- Yeah, yeah yeah, cool.
Yeah I'm listening.
Come on, tell him! - Beth.
- Tell him what the fuck he's been up to!
Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?
- Calm down! - Tell him!
Tell him! [growls]
Dan's been cheating on me behind my back
for the whole time I've been sick.
The fucker!
These bitches, these bitches are good friends of mine too
and these going nowhere assholes
have known about it the whole fucking time.
What the fuck?
Do I look like I have moron written on my forehead, huh?
No.
Listen, listen!
As far as I'm concerned, you can all go and get fucked okay?
Because I've got someone real big
and real good interested in me now, so get up! [growls]
So you can all go and tell them
that I quit your stupid band
and they can write their own songs!
[door banging] [Beth shouting]
[somber piano music]
This has fucked with my head real bad, you know that?
[Beth weeping]
[Beth coughing]
♪ I can't heal you
♪ I can't see
♪ I can't feel you
♪ I lost your touch
♪ I can't feel you
♪ I can't see
- Bullshit!
[muffled shouting]
Beth, Beth, Beth!
Get the fuck outta my way!
[muffled shouting]
- You fucking idiots.
- Beth! [grunts]
- Don't you know it's your voice I hear when I write songs?
It's all I hear in my head.
Fuck you.
[wind whooshing]
- Did you do that?
- No, it was you.
[birds chirping]
- Can you help me?
- What is it, Beth?
- [Beth] Something awful.
[train wheels clacking]
- Lane? - Yeah?
- You got a sec?
- Talk to me.
- Look, that's him isn't it?
[hard rock music]
- Yeah, what about him?
- Before you ask, it's not broken.
I don't need to check it, I don't need to look at it.
Everything's fine.
I've checked.
[computer beeping]
- That can't be right.
- So far it's come up with 22 different names.
A different one with each scan.
- Yeah, what about the non-matches?
- Well, that's just it.
Every single time it scans his fingerprint,
a different name comes up.
Are you watching?
[computer beeping]
Okay, so that's deceased person number nine.
[Lane mumbling]
- Is this thing Kosher?
- I opened the bag myself.
- Wow, I know who that is.
[computer beeping]
- Easy, come on.
[computer beeping] [keyboard banging]
Hey, hey!
Settle down.
Fuck. - I'm sorry, Tony.
Now listen, can you do me one more favor?
Can you type in the name Christopher Davidson?
- [signs] Yeah, I can do you a favor.
You can take a number.
There's the fuckin' door.
[intriguing cello music]
[birds chirping loudly]
[intriguing piano music]
- Hey.
[intriguing cello music]
- Visitor.
Dude,
visitor.
- What?
- There's someone to see you.
- Someone?
- A visitor.
- Yes, but I don't know anybody.
- Don't you?
- No.
- Humor me.
- Ah, how you doin'?
So, you're the Devil. [chuckles]
Look, I appreciate you taking the time.
Please, I won't take long.
You don't know me.
I'm looking for Christopher Davidson.
He's not in any trouble or shit like that.
I'm not a cop.
Hate the bastards.
But I was told you could help me
and I could really use your help.
- Woof.
[hard rock music]
[door knocking]
- I'm not here!
Hey!
You wanna hear a new riff?
- No. - Why not?
- I want you to start taking your medication again.
- What does that got to do with anything?
Alright fine, I will.
I promise.
I'll start taking them again.
I'll take them from the Dining Hall,
all the way back to this here room
and flush it down that there toilet just like I have been.
What's wrong with you?
Come on, I wanna feel sorry for myself okay?
I'll go back to the pills when I'm ready.
Right now, I just don't feel like stabilizing my moods.
Rock bottom suits me at the moment.
Going nowhere is good sometimes.
Is that alright by you?
- It's just good to see you smiling again.
- Oh my God, are you tryin' to make me vomit?
Hey, don't you wanna hear my new riff?
It's called it's just so good to see you smiling again.
♪ It's just so good to see you smiling again ♪
♪ So good, so good
♪ So damn good
[chuckles] Saying shit like that.
Here.
Nice catch. [chuckles]
that's it.
For that song I was thinking to help them.
I'm too out of it to play you a riff now anyway.
Tell me what you think of it.
They're going nowhere near those songs.
- How many songs do you have on this thing?
- Too many.
Me in the music.
Me,
music.
Me singing too.
I can sing.
We just got Dan 'cause he looks like a god
and people buy what they wouldn't mind fucking.
- Why are you givin' this to me?
- I don't know.
Fuck.
♪ Damnation
♪ It's your friend fixation
- I hope I wasn't thinking of killing myself
or anything like that.
Gotcha!
♪ Oh my God you make me see red ♪
♪ What'd you come back for
♪ I thought you were dead to me ♪
♪ Lookin' back on failure with pride ♪
♪ Doesn't really do it
♪ Maybe you should've died
♪ That sacred [mumbles]
[guitar plucking]
[guitar strumming]
[Beth gagging]
[emotional guitar music]
- [Ben] Veronica.
- Oh my God, what time is it?
Oh my God, it's my dairy.
If I had my diary, it gives me something to do.
You shouldn't be in here.
[buckles clicking]
[somber violin music]
[hard rock music] [muffled chattering]
- Hey hey. - Get out!
[muffled shouting]
♪ And I'll try and I'll try
♪ [Mumbles] to pieces and I'll try to make you ♪
♪ Happy
♪ [Mumbles] to pieces and I'll try to make you ♪
♪ Happy
♪ And I'll try and I'll try
[muffled shouting]
♪ Please
- Hey.
What's goin' on?
- He's got a god-awful headache.
- Is this the stuff I gave you?
It's not cheap, you know?
- Leave her alone.
- Who the hell's talkin' to you
and who the fuck do you-- - Silence Simon!
- Veronica!
Shit.
- How much did you pay for the oil, Simon?
- whaT?
- How much did you pay for the oil?
- Fuck you.
- Isn't it about time you gave her back her diary?
- You're a patient.
Not even supposed to be in here.
- Ben, would you like to go next?
- Oh fuck, someone died in here.
Oh I see, he's like that character in his story.
The Hollywood guy.
You're stuck for a story, aren't you?
This is so uncanny.
Do you know if Beth was still alive,
she'd say, "You got [mumbles], dude."
Come, let me help you.
I think I might've picked up a trick or two from you
along the way about how to tell a really good story.
Come, here's what we're going to do.
I'm goin' to start the story, then you, then me,
then you and so on and so on.
Now,
me first or you?
Mr Adams.
- There is a legend.
- Oh my, not just a story but a legend.
- There is a legend that says the Devil appears
only once every 666 years.
That he appears in the form of a person's greatest fear
and if that fear is conquered,
then evil itself is destroyed for all time.
- I like it.
- Just tell the story. - Alright.
Once every 666 years.
Good.
Well here's what I prepared earlier.
Well not exactly, although someone did once sit down
and work out the ages of all the men and women in the Bible.
Working on a theory of course, that if you work backwards,
that would give you the date of creation.
- 4,004 BC.
- You do know your Bible.
- In the Garden of Eden.
- Is that where our story begins then, is it?
- Look, I'm not gonna ask you again.
- You're right, you're not!
Eden.
So very beautiful.
So very
green as I recall.
- So teaming with animals and insects.
- The wolf lying with the lamb.
The spider playing with the fly.
- Streams and waterfalls everywhere.
- Bubbling and flowing everywhere.
- But only one man-- - The first man.
- Adam, picking berries.
Suddenly behind him, the sound of hissing.
The berries slipped through his fingers.
He can barely bring himself to turn around.
The hissing getting louder and closer.
- You gotta understand, the hissing is the Devil
appearing as Adam's worst fear.
I'm right, aren't I?
All he has to do is turn around
and evil itself is conquered for all time.
I am right, aren't I?
But he doesn't turn around though, does he?
He comes close though, does he?
Close,
but no cigar.
- Eden wasn't in Cuba, dude.
- What?
Oh I see, you're tryin' to change the subject
'cause you know what happened next.
- So, the world had to wait another 666 years.
- It did.
The place was ancient India.
The year
was 3,338 BC
and the Devil appeared to a man named [mumbles]
as his greatest fear.
But [mumbles] did not conquer his fear that he had.
- And in 666 years after that?
- Ancient Greece.
- The present? - The year, Mr Adams.
The year.
The year was 2,672 BC.
The person,
her name was Sophia.
He would appear to Sophia as her greatest fear.
But Sophia did not conquer her fear that year.
Are you beginning to see a pattern, Mr Adams?
- No, but I'm beginning to wonder
what happened 666 years after that.
- Well then think pyramids. - Pyramids?
- Think harder.
- Scribe.
Go nuts.
- Fine, let's make him a middle-aged scribe.
A middle-aged scribe working in the middle of the night.
He blows gently on a page for the ink to dry.
The sound of
hyenas
can be heard in the night.
But then he spots movement in the corner of his eye.
He looks up at the shadow of the candle on the wall
and right there beside the candle is a shadow
of a very large spider. - Ah, his greatest fear.
All he has to do is turn around, but no.
The brush slips through his fingers.
The ink staining the immaculately neat
hieroglyphics on the page.
- The shadow moves again.
The spider is moving.
- With a trembling hand, he picks up the bowl of ink.
He starts to turn around, but never does.
The bowl smashes across the hard floor.
- Oh does it ever.
He runs into the light and the spider,
the spider is no spider at all.
It's the Devil doing this with his hand.
- I like it, that's clever.
Spider with his hands.
- You like it? - Next.
- Ancient China, 1340 BC.
- No good. - You didn't ask who.
- I know who.
- How could you possibly know who?
- It's a story, I can make it up.
- Wwell everybody needs no story.
- [sighs] Fine.
- Good, you're learning.
- [Ben] You're teachin' me how to tell stories?
- Amos.
- 666 years later? - That's right.
- Where?
- The year was 674 BC.
- Yeah, but you didn't say where.
- The year was 674 BC
and Devil came to Amos as his greatest fear,
but Amos did not conquer his fear that year.
- Aah, the Holy Land.
- How could you...
It doesn't matter.
Do you know I am startin' to get sick of this story?
- Look, alright, alright, alright.
Amos did not conquer his fear that year.
No one has conquered 666 years after that
or 666 years after that.
They're wasted opportunities lost forever.
Evil the victor.
[somber violin music]
But then, somebody came close.
- What?
- In the year of our Lord, 1324 AD.
The place was England.
- A man or a woman?
- A woman. - What's her problem?
- It's dark outside.
- That's it?
- She'd been collecting wood for the fire.
She closes the door with her foot.
She wanders over to the table
to lay out the wood for the kindling
when suddenly behind her the door opens again,
but she had definitely closed.
- Yes, I think I can see where this is going.
- Aah, I bet you can't. - Of course I can!
I bet you she goes over and closes the door
and doesn't think anything of it again.
- Close.
She goes over and closes the door
and doesn't think anything of it again.
- Are you trying to be funny?
- Let me finish.
This time, she places a bucket up against it.
- Gee, I never would've thought of that.
- A cup rolls across the table and smashes on the floor.
She quickly makes the sign of a cross.
The sound of an owl makes her jump.
She reaches down to grab a piece of wood
and looks down to see that the bucket,
the bucket has rolled across the room to her feet.
- What about the door?
- Well you tell me.
- It's blown open again, not fully.
Just hitting against the frame in a breeze.
She knows she has to close it.
If only she can close that door,
her greatest fear is conquered for all time.
She's almost there.
- She stumbles and falls to the ground.
- But then the door's blown fully open again.
She jumps to her feet, rushes at the door,
out the door and into the night.
It's no good, Mr Adams.
- The door slams shut behind her.
Correction, the Devil slams the door shut behind her.
- He really gets around this Devil guy, doesn't he?
- Are you starting to lose count?
- I never lose count.
She ran into the night 666 years ago.
That means
666 years later
is now.
I'm serious.
The dates do add up.
Spooky, isn't it?
Do the maths.
It's not my fault if the figures add up.
it all adds up to me, you, and your greatest...
Oh my, that must be me.
Now should I be scared?
What are you waiting for?
[cheerful violin music]
Why didn't you say something?
So it was Adele.
All along it was Adele.
I thought it was Beth or perhaps that Jill girl.
I knew there must be a reason why you were here.
- Please, I'm not sure I understand
what you can or can't do, but I need you to help Adele.
Alright, do something.
I don't know what.
Help me help her.
You've won.
- You romantic, you.
Oh my, she did not even know you existed
or how you felt or that you were playing Jesus
or playing mad.
Much the same. - Are you gonna help me?
- One.
Why not?
Yes.
Because you're due for some luck.
Because you, Ben Adams, are the most unlucky you've been.
You fall in love and she gets raped by how many men?
You decide to play Savior and the Devil decides to turn up.
What are the chances, really?
How unlucky can you get?
Yes I'll help you.
But only because it's my of sayin' thank you.
I'd given up, you see?
I was so bored
and then this.
You, Ben Adams, might very well be the first bit of creation
to ever give me joy.
- Creation.
I believe in evolution.
Help her.
- I am.
Which is to say I am already.
I'm helping right now.
Good book?
I was just making sure it wasn't the Good Book.
- You mean the Bible?
No, I don't have one.
- 'Course you haven't.
You said you believe in evolution but more importantly,
what happened to the men that raped you?
[intriguing music]
- Please.
I don't want to, please?
- Goodnight.
It's the others isn't it, Adele?
The ones you watched and did nothing.
The whole dance floor full of people clapping and cheering.
I could tell you exactly how many there were.
153.
153 people who did nothing.
Most of them are probably sleeping right now, I don't know.
I want to help you, Adele.
Would it help you if every one of those 153 people
died this minute?
- What?
- Would it help you if they died right now?
[Adele gasping]
If they died in their sleep or behind the wheel of a car
or up watching late night television
or on a dance floor somewhere?
Yes, even then.
Clapping and cheering on some dance floor somewhere, Adele.
Would that help you Adele, if they died this minute?
[Adele sobbing] [ominous orchestral music]
Shh.
Adele,
they're all dead.
Every last one.
153 people just died
and I'm smiling.
Now you're smiling.
You have such a beautiful smile.
- Where are you going?
- To bed.
Get some rest.
Get some sleep.
I'll save you a seat at the breakfast table.
How did you get in here?
- Through the door.
- Which you naturally didn't close
after yourself when you came in,
but what you want me to close
when you leave, don't you Robbie?
- Are you in a good mood?
- Happy.
I am happy.
- You know Ben Adams?
- From way back.
- Well you know Ben Adams,
why do I have to hang around Ben Adams and his friends?
- Listen to me.
Don't you try and tell me how to run my business.
You stupid half-wit.
You stupid man.
Don't tell me what to do.
I've waited too long, I've worked too hard.
Go to bed,
now!
I do not wanna see you in the morning.
Forget about me.
Go to bed and make Ben your friend.
Do you understand, Robbie?
- Why?
I love you, please let me still be your friend?
- I said Ben.
- What did I do?
You're my friend!
- Robbie, it's really very easy.
If you want to make me happy, make Ben your friend.
Even you can do that, Robbie.
- No please, it's not fair.
I was gonna give you a present.
- I don't want it.
- It's a good present.
It's a watch.
You know you look at your hand and you haven't got a watch.
It's a new watch.
I haven't used it, I promise.
I got it for my birthday.
My mom gave it to me.
- A watch? - Yes!
- Really?
There you go.
Give it to Ben!
[intriguing cello music]
[door knocking]
Lemme guess,
here to ensure you fill your daily quota of repents?
- No.
- Well you've got my attention.
- My room's just next door.
- And?
- I hear everything.
- And?
- I don't like what people like you do to good people.
You're not a good person.
- I think I liked you better when you were a broken record.
- You're not a good person.
- One more time.
- Stop being so mean to him.
- Your 15 minutes are up.
[intriguing piano music]
[thunder cracking]
[door knocking]
- Robbie,
what is it buddy?
[thunder cracking]
[rain pattering]
- I'll take those off.
- Talk about look what the cat dragged in.
- Be nice.
- Thank you.
Jackets, please?
- Thank you.
- Please see Veronica, [mumbles] okay?
- Hi.
- Good morning, I was hopin' you could help me.
- Yes of course, are you [mumbles]?
- No, I'm not sure I follow.
I think I get the [mumbles], I beg your pardon.
We're not here to admit anybody or me.
We're not patients, we're fine.
- Oh would you like to take a seat?
- Cut that patronizing tone
out of your voice, you stupid bitch.
- Hey, let's just keep it polite.
Voices down.
I'm Simon, this is Veronica.
We're here to help.
- That's great 'cause we need some help.
- Okay, what can we do for you?
- We're looking for Christopher Davidson.
- Are you family?
Does he know you?
- Do you believe it?
- You better--
- It's a standard question, guys.
Are you a relative?
It's the crack of dawn, buddy.
It's a little bit early for visiting hours.
- Oh no, I understand.
Of course not.
I'm not family, we're not family.
Well no, we're not related to him.
Can we see him?
[Ben screaming]
I need to see him.
[somber piano music]
- [gasps] Oh my God!
- The fuck? - Oh my God.
I'll call for an ambulance.
- Go go go. - No, no!
- Christopher, please. - I did nothing.
That's not my name. - Christopher.
- I'm Robbie. - Christopher, please.
- No one wants Mr Davidson anymore.
- Please. - Leave him alone!
- Please. - Will you be my friend,
mister? - I will, please.
[Ben screaming loudly]
- [Robbie] Will you be my friend, mister?
Will you be my friend?
[muffled shouting]
- [Tom] Christopher.
- [Robbie] Will you be my friend, mister?
- [Tom] We're all your friends.
- You did this.
- Tom leave him alone!
[Tom chanting]
- That's twice, two times.
Once was enough?
- Will you be my friend, mister?
- We're all your friends!
- Oh no!
No.
[muffled shouting]
[Robbie growling]
- You mean there is a Christopher Davidson?
I thought I made that up.
- [Tom] Christopher, Christopher.
[Ben screaming loudly] [thunder cracking]
- [Robbie] I'm Robbie.
[Robbie mumbling]
- Christopher. - That's not my name.
- [Tom] Christopher, please!
Calm down, please.
Christopher, listen to me.
- [Robbie] Robbie.
What do you want [mumbles]?
- [Tom] Okay, please.
♪ I can feel you
♪ I know your name
[somber piano music] [muffled crosstalk]
- Someone please tell me he doesn't
get the girl in the end, too.
Oh for the love of God.
[rain pattering]
[gate creaking]
- Good morning, I didn't realize
you're getting discharged today.
- I am.
- Do you have a lift?
- I do.
- Do you believe in God?
- I do.
- I want you to have something.
This is yours.
You can keep that.
♪ Oh my God you make me see red ♪
♪ Why'd you come back
♪ For I thought you were dead to me ♪
♪ Lookin' back on failure with pride ♪
♪ Doesn't really do it
♪ Maybe you should've died
♪ [Mumbles] away
- [Radio Announcer] Okay here's one
straight from the [mumbles].
Father sayin' I ain't leavin' yo head.
I'm stayin' in there and I'm goin' into yo head
and yo head and yo head.
I'm gon' eat yo brain 'cause I'm a zombie song.
That's exactly what these songs do, man.
It's eatin' everybody's frickin' brains up.
It's the number one song on the cut this week
and we're givin' this one lots of airplay
'cause it has a great song and has a great story behind it.
Actually make that an old story.
Yeah, old news.
See the original demo with Beth [mumbles] on vocals
and everything else broke all the rules
for what demos were meant to do
with enough freaking views to fill a continent [mumbles].
So Ben finally got around to re-recording and here it goes.
One polished diamond for you to make a best friend
until further notice, right?
Give it a listen, you gonna love it.
♪ Only leads to realization
[muffled lyrics]
♪ Oh my God you make me see red ♪
♪ What'd you come back for
♪ I thought you were dead to me ♪
♪ Lookin' back on failure with pride ♪
♪ Doesn't really do it maybe you should've died ♪
♪ Oh my God you make me see red ♪
♪ What'd you come back for
♪ I thought you were dead to me ♪
♪ Lookin' back on failure with pride ♪
♪ Doesn't really do it
♪ Maybe you should've died
♪ [Mumbles] away