Freelance (2024) Movie Script
1
[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] Shit.
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 goddamn 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 dick.
-[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 goddamn ever to get paid.
Cool.
-With interest.
-Trusting you.
I'm a man of my word.
[door creaking]
What the fuck?
[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.
Asshole.
[sighs] Fuck.
[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]
Fucking blackballed me.
[chair rattling, squeaking]
[exhales sharply]
It's just porn,
you prude sack of shit.
[computer blips]
[ominous music building]
[exhales sharply]
[ominous music continues]
[sighs deeply] Cool.
[sighs]
Pav, get out of my shit.
[knocking on door]
Who is it?
[man] It's Luke Skywalker.
-[Katie sighs] Fuck.
-[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 fucking 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 bitch, hm?
So...
if I don't have
that money in my hand
by the end of the month,
you're fucking out.
Oh, and by the way...
if you think that I can't smell
that pussy from out here...
[tense music playing]
...you're sadly mistaken.
And believe me,
it's gonna
come out of your bond.
[door shuts close]
Motherfucker.
[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 shoot
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 fuck, 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 fuck?
[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 fucking 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 shit.
[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 fuck?
[phone chimes]
Fuck. Pavi?
Holy shit.
[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
fucking 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 fuck?
What's wrong with you?
[loud, ominous music]
Hello?
What the fuck!
[panting]
Who's there?
[sobbing]
What the fuck do you want?
[screaming]
Get off me! Get off me!
What are you doing?
Get off me!
[whispering] What the fuck?
[screaming]
[gasps]
[panting]
-[sighs]
-[chair creaking]
[sighs]
Arsehole.
[phone ringing]
Mum?
Mum?
Katie? Can you hear me?
Hang on,
I'm in the fucking 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 shit.
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 shit?
[sighs] Three down.
[sighs]
[lighter clicks]
[sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
[panting]
[sighs deeply]
[crickets chirping]
[birds chirping]
[leaves rustling]
[gun clicks]
-[woman screaming]
-[gunshot popping]
-[man whining]
-[gunshot popping]
[breathing heavily]
It's real.
It's fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking generous.
I have nowhere else
to fucking go.
-You have tough titties.
-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 fucking 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 shit 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 fucking 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 murder.
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 killed 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 fucking murder.
It's a video clip,
not a murder.
They killed 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 kill 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...
killed 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 killed 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 fucking serious?
Not in a million years, dude.
Go fuck yourself.
Fucking asshole.
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 fuck?
[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 shit.
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 killer?
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 shit.
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 fucking 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 fuck 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] Fuck.
Fuck.
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[computer chimes]
No.
[computer chimes]
Fuck.
[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 fuck 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]
Fuck!
Katie, what the fuck?
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 fuck, Katie?
What the fuck'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 fuck? [sighs]
Are you okay?
I'm gonna die, Kev.
They're gonna kill me.
You're not gonna die, Katie.
Look, I told you, you've got to
put those videos behind you.
Throw that fucking 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 fucking brain!
He was gonna do it anyway.
And I had--
And you had an assignment.
It's not what you think.
I'm fucking 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 killed 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 kill himself?
You-- you can't make someone
kill themselves, Katie.
Fuck, 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 killed 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 fucking 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 fucking 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
fucking help me?
You were trying to
fucking help me?
Hey, I'm sorry!
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me!
[overlapping shouting]
-Get the fuck 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]
[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] Shit.
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 goddamn 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 dick.
-[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 goddamn ever to get paid.
Cool.
-With interest.
-Trusting you.
I'm a man of my word.
[door creaking]
What the fuck?
[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.
Asshole.
[sighs] Fuck.
[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]
Fucking blackballed me.
[chair rattling, squeaking]
[exhales sharply]
It's just porn,
you prude sack of shit.
[computer blips]
[ominous music building]
[exhales sharply]
[ominous music continues]
[sighs deeply] Cool.
[sighs]
Pav, get out of my shit.
[knocking on door]
Who is it?
[man] It's Luke Skywalker.
-[Katie sighs] Fuck.
-[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 fucking 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 bitch, hm?
So...
if I don't have
that money in my hand
by the end of the month,
you're fucking out.
Oh, and by the way...
if you think that I can't smell
that pussy from out here...
[tense music playing]
...you're sadly mistaken.
And believe me,
it's gonna
come out of your bond.
[door shuts close]
Motherfucker.
[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 shoot
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 fuck, 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 fuck?
[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 fucking 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 shit.
[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 fuck?
[phone chimes]
Fuck. Pavi?
Holy shit.
[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
fucking 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 fuck?
What's wrong with you?
[loud, ominous music]
Hello?
What the fuck!
[panting]
Who's there?
[sobbing]
What the fuck do you want?
[screaming]
Get off me! Get off me!
What are you doing?
Get off me!
[whispering] What the fuck?
[screaming]
[gasps]
[panting]
-[sighs]
-[chair creaking]
[sighs]
Arsehole.
[phone ringing]
Mum?
Mum?
Katie? Can you hear me?
Hang on,
I'm in the fucking 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 shit.
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 shit?
[sighs] Three down.
[sighs]
[lighter clicks]
[sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
[panting]
[sighs deeply]
[crickets chirping]
[birds chirping]
[leaves rustling]
[gun clicks]
-[woman screaming]
-[gunshot popping]
-[man whining]
-[gunshot popping]
[breathing heavily]
It's real.
It's fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking generous.
I have nowhere else
to fucking go.
-You have tough titties.
-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 fucking 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 shit 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 fucking 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 murder.
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 killed 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 fucking murder.
It's a video clip,
not a murder.
They killed 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 kill 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...
killed 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 killed 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 fucking serious?
Not in a million years, dude.
Go fuck yourself.
Fucking asshole.
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 fuck?
[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 shit.
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 killer?
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 shit.
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 fucking 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 fuck 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] Fuck.
Fuck.
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[computer chimes]
No.
[computer chimes]
Fuck.
[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 fuck 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]
Fuck!
Katie, what the fuck?
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 fuck, Katie?
What the fuck'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 fuck? [sighs]
Are you okay?
I'm gonna die, Kev.
They're gonna kill me.
You're not gonna die, Katie.
Look, I told you, you've got to
put those videos behind you.
Throw that fucking 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 fucking brain!
He was gonna do it anyway.
And I had--
And you had an assignment.
It's not what you think.
I'm fucking 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 killed 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 kill himself?
You-- you can't make someone
kill themselves, Katie.
Fuck, 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 killed 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 fucking 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 fucking 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
fucking help me?
You were trying to
fucking help me?
Hey, I'm sorry!
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me!
[overlapping shouting]
-Get the fuck 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]