Original subtitles

♪ I'm walking

♪ Like a lonely child

♪ Never knowing which way to turn

♪ Feeling lost, I've wandered far

♪ Reach out and touch me

♪ Take my hand

♪ And walk me home

♪ Reach out and touch me

♪ Understand that you will never ever be alone

♪ Lost and lonely Lost and lonely

♪ Till you found me Till you found me

♪ And now you're giving me everything, yeah

♪ Teach me to find love

♪ Take my hand now, walk me home

♪ Reach out for my love

♪ Understand that you'll never be alone. ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

Aw, having a little sleep.

Oh, look what I got.

Wait here and I'll grab the bags and that?

- You gonna be right here? - Yeah.

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'll open the door there.

Thanks.

- You right there? - Yeah.

(Softly) There you are. There you are. There you are.

(Hums tune softly)

- Alright. Belt? - Yeah.

- Just go slow, hey? - Yep.

- You want me to grab him? - Yeah, I'm still a bit sore.

Hello, Mother Duck. How are you?

Congratulations.

- There. - Oh, look at you.

- Look at him. - A boy, eh?

- Yeah, a boy. - Baby!

Oh, he's gorgeous!

Little fair one. Little Casper the Ghost.

He's right. Don't worry. We'll chuck him in the sun.

- That's right, brown him up. - What's his name?

- We haven't got one yet. - Oh, little poor thing.

Little no name. So precious.

You must be precious.

I mean, after losing the first one, you poor thing.

- Sorry. - It's OK. It's OK.

Come on, let's go inside.

You need anything, you just let us know.

- Yeah. - Yeah, anything at all.

No worries. Thank you.

- Come here, you. - What?

- What'd you do that for? - I said sorry.

Look at him all asleep and peaceful.

Hey. Hey.

Look here.

(Chuckles)

(Both chuckle)

(Both giggle)

What's your name, mate? What's your name?

Are you a Michael? Jordan?

- A Gary? - He's just perfect.

Eh?

You'll tell us.

Eh? My little man, you'll tell us.

(Baby cries)

I'll get him.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

(Baby cries)

(Baby continues crying) - Sshh, sshh.

(Kettle whistles)

(Baby cries)

(Sighs)

(Baby continues crying)

(Baby continues crying)

(Baby cries)

(Baby cries)

(Baby continues crying)

- See ya. - See ya.

Sshh, sshh.

(Hums lullaby)

(Baby continues crying)

Here you are. Your own bed. Sshh.

(Baby settles)

(Baby cries again)

Come on. Come on.

Come on, stop.

Come on. Come on.

Sleep.

No, you can't be hungry.

(Baby settles)

I'm so sorry.

Hey?

(Baby cries) - Hey. Hey.

Hey, you're supposed to sleep.

Sshh. sshh. sshh.

Hm?

It's OK.

You OK? Are you hungry?

(Baby settles)

(Baby cries)

(Silence)

(Baby cries)

TV: Lots of warnings, lots of management...

(Baby continues crying)

(TV plays in background, baby continues crying)

(Increases radio volume)

(Baby continues crying)

(Releases steam)

(Whirring)

(Racket in background)

(Crying continues)

(Music, TV in background)

(Crying continues)

(Turns off music) Janine!

Janine. Hey, you're right, you're right. Sshh.

Where's your mum, eh? Where's she gone? Where's she gone?

(Baby continues crying)

Sshh, sshh..

(Phone vibrates) - Ah, shit.

Alright, shoosh now.

(Baby continues crying)

Alright. Good boy.

There you are.

There you are, there you are.

(Whirring continues)

What the hell's going on?

Doing my nails. Is that OK?

- I don't know. Ask your son. - What's that mean?

Jesus Christ, he's bawling his eyes out and you're...

I don't know what you're doing.

Painting your nails or something.

Is that what you think I've done all day?

Hello! I walk in and...

Kid's been driving me mad all day.

All week he hasn't stopped crying. I've tried everything.

Rock him, bathe him, controlled crying. Everything.

He just cries and cries.

He's a baby, Janine. They cry. It's their job.

Is it my job to have spew in my hair?

Not have a shower, not wear clean clothes?

Sleep, no sleep, stitches where they shouldn't be.

Can't piss, can't shit.

- What would you know? - You're his mother.

- You're his father! - I'm doing my bit!

And what bit is that?

Working, providing. For you, for him, for this house.

I think I'm more than doing my bit.

Bragging to your mates about your new baby son,

having a lunch break, fresh air, conversations.

I haven't slept in God knows how long.

(Baby starts crying)

Sshh, sshh, sshh.

I'm going to footy training.

(Slams door) (Baby starts crying)

(Phone rings)

♪ Well, I had a dream I was on a distant road

♪ Where I kissed her lips and said I had to go

♪ While the coffee there went cold on an old stove

♪ Then the man on the TV said it's gonna rain

♪ And the birds flew out across the open plains

♪ All the roads and mountains that lead me back to you

♪ Where I left her running... ♪

(Police siren)

Fuck.

Good evening, mate. Can I see your licence, please?

Uh, yeah.

Just been down watching the water down at Lapa.

Just had to get out of the house for a while.

Look, I had a couple, I'm not over the limit.

I just needed to clear my head. New baby and all.

Can you open the boot, please?

Put me on the bag. I don't reckon I'm over.

I just had a couple.

Can you please come with us?

It's nothing like the commercials.

You know, when the baby's all cooing and cuddly?

Quiet, happy babies.

Happy mothers, happy babies. Wish!

They don't show the out-takes,

baby's screaming, mother's stressing,

spew in the hair, no sex, no nothing.

They say, 'Aren't they cute'? Yeah, when they're asleep.

You know what?

It's no wonder people tip over the edge and hurt their kids.

Don't get me wrong, I love my son.

But if there was some way or some drug

to keep them in the cute and cuddly commercial mood,

we'd be laughing, yeah?

Where's your footy gear?

Footy gear? I haven't got any footy gear.

Your wife said you went footy training.

My wife? You been speaking to my wife?

What the hell?

Oi, what's this?

What's going on?

My name's Detective Harrison...

Somebody tell me what's going on?

- Calm down. - I'm calm, I'm calm!

Alright, I'll take you up to the house.

Take me up to the house? It's my fucking house!

Justin!

- What? - I'm sorry.

What happened? Where's baby?

- Huh? - I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to. - Didn't mean to what?

He was just...

Janine... where's baby?

Huh?

Where's my son?

Justin, I'm sorry, but your son's missing.

How?

That's whatwe're trying to find out.

Where is he, eh?

- Where is he? What happened? - What?

- Where is he, Janine? - I didn't do anything.

- Justin, please don't... - Just tell me, where is he?

- What happened, huh? - He was crying.

- He wouldn't stop crying. - Yeah?

I needed a... I needed a break.

I put him in his cot...

..just to get him out of my head.

And I laid down... for a moment.

Just... I just needed a moment.

I must have gone to sleep 'cause...

..I woke up...

He was gone.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Come here, I'm sorry. - I'm so sorry.

Guys, we need to go over your statement, if that's alright.

What?

I know this is hard but the next few hours are critical.

What happened in the hours before your son went missing?

I don't know. I...

I came home from work and Janine...

Janine was a little bit stressed out.

You know, a new baby, adjusting and that.

And he was crying and I gave her some advice.

One thing led to another, we got into a bit of an argument.

I wouldn't say argument.

It was more of a disagreement. And then I...

I just went out to clear my head, just to have...

Yeah, clear my head.

So, what happened when Justin left?

W ell, I just... I just told you what happened.

Yeah, I know. We need to go over it one more time.

We'll do everything we can to help find your baby.

After Justin had left, I watched some telly.

He was...

And what were you watching?

Well, I don't know. I can't remember.

I was staring at it, not really taking it in.

Do you remember what time that was at all?

- Watching the news, perhaps? - I don't remember.

So, um, Justin, you went out to clear your head.

I just had a couple of beers, to take the edge off.

What'd you do after that?

Nothing. You mob brought me here.

And can you tell me what you meant when you said

to the officers that you could sympathise with people

who hurt their children?

What?

During the drive over, you said that you could

sympathise with people who hurt their children.

Baby, I was... I didn't mean anything by it.

I just meant kids drive you mad sometimes,

push your buttons, push you to the limit.

You'd be a liar if you said

the thought hadn't crossed your mind to shut them up.

It was just words, just blah-blah.

I'd never do that to my kid or any kid.

Just need you to sign this release form too.

Can we have a moment?

I'm sorry.

- Just for the smell? - Sorry, but it's evidence.

- Can I take anything? - At the moment, no.

Not until we're done.

You OK?

You remember anything, even if you think it's insignificant,

please give us a call.

Janine. Come on, my girl. Let's go inside.

- Can I get you anything? - Nah, it's alright, Mum.

There's some chops there. Take me ten minutes.

Ah, you're vegetarian, eh, bub?

How about I get you some toast or maybe some salad?

No, it's OK.

And Janine eats chops.

Come inside, Janine. It's freezing.

- How can you sleep? - It's 3am.

We should be out looking for our son.

Look for him where? He's not a cat, Janine.

It's not like we can go knocking on people's doors.

'Have you seen our baby?

He's cute and cuddly and cries a lot.'

Someone took him.

- I'm not stupid. - What?

- Footy training. - Oh, I just needed a break.

And me, what, I don't need a break?

I try but I can't feed him, Janine.

That's you. You're his mother.

Jesus Christ, Janine, I can't be everything to you.

If you need help, ring your mother. Talk to my mum.

You know I can't ring my mother.

- Sshh. - Don't shoosh me.

And ask your mother for help? Please!

She'd throw it back in my face.

Ask one of the aunties. They all think I'm useless.

Only reason they talk to me is 'cause I'm with you.

- Oh, don't be stupid. - Can't you see it?

Every time they look there's disappointment in their eyes.

You married a white girl.

Your mother probably thinks I did something to him.

- What a load of shit, Janine. - You don't know that.

Do you think I did something to our son?

Where'd the bottle of wine come from?

I got it.

- When? - This afternoon.

- You left the house? -Yeah, I did.

Why didn't you tell the police?

- Jesus, Janine. - I wanted a walk.

To see people and have an adult conversation.

I'm home all day.

All day with the baby and when you come home...

..you're the first adult I get to talk to.

I just wanted to share a glass of wine with my husband.

A peace offering.

What would the cops think

if I said I drank while breastfeeding? I'm a drunk.

An irresponsible parent. Well, you tell me.

Should I have told them I needed a drink?

- Have you heard anything? - Nah.

- No call or nothing? - Nothing.

You gotta call. They don't tell you nothing otherwise.

- Youse gotta eat, you know? - Yeah, I'm just not hungry.

Think you need a shower, my girl.

- Oh, shit. - I think you need to express.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know. - It's OK. You're right.

Just jump in the shower and give 'em a bit of a squeeze.

I'm OK, alright?

Leave her. She's alright.

We've come to get a few things.

I'm sorry, you can't come in.

Oh, it's just a couple of things. Come on.

- I'm sorry, sir. - Morning.

What, now I can't even go into my own house?

- Sorry. - Well, I need a few things.

- What's wrong? - Janine, it's a crime scene.

It's not a crime scene. It's my house.

And I've come to my house so I can get my breast pump

and stop leaking milk all over the place.

- Hey, it's OK. - It's not OK!

Just keep it down.

Don't tell me to keep it down.

What are you looking at, Emily? What?!

- What? - Janine, steady.

Go splash around in someone else's misery.

- Janine. - Don't you 'Janine' me.

Don't you... What are you... What are you doing?

Tell me what you're doing.

Have you found him? Where is he?

I know what's going on.

I know what you're thinking.

I know what you're all thinking.

You think I killed my son.

You all think I...

..I killed my baby.

Murdered my son and he's under the floorboards.

The baby I'm leaking milk for.

This the one?

That the breast pump?

My new best friend.

(Phone rings)

You wanna say hello?

Hello.

They wanna have a yarn.

I was coping.

I've heard the horror stories about babies crying all night,

weeks on end.

Only thing that shuts 'em up is feed 'em, feed 'em.

He had his moments but apart from that,

he was a pretty good baby.

Geez, mate, babies cry. It's their job.

They know how to push your buttons. You got kids?

He loved his son. And...

Loves. You mean loves his son.

Yeah. Loves. Loves him, yeah.

Told her I was going to footy training

'cause it's easier than to say

you're going for a couple of beers.

She'd have skinned me alive.

He really was our miracle baby.

We lost our first.

And he had a name because we didn't know.

We'll never know.

And then he came along and made us complete.

Made me complete.

We had a few names. Amos was our favourite.

But then we looked it up and the name meant 'burdened one'.

We couldn't give that name to a kid.

- No way. - Not with our history.

No. No way did I leave the house without my baby.

Well, who would say that?

Who? Who would say something like that?

Who would do something like that? I'm...

I'm his mother.

- They told you anything? - Nah.

- No call, nothing? - Nothing at all.

- Fucking useless, they are. - Norm!

What? They are.

How you holding up, Janine?

NEWSREADER: It's every parent's worst nightmare -

a missing child.

Redfern police are searching for a baby boy

who disappeared from this house 24 hours ago.

However, few other details are available at this stage.

Residents in the neighbourhood

have rallied around the boy's family,

offering cards of sympathy, candles and toys in support.

They think he's dead.

We hope and pray this has a happy ending.

And to you mums and dads out there,

please, please, hug your children

and tell them that you love them because you never know.

- You just never know. - Parasites.

I cut my finger.

The other morning, remember, I cut my finger.

(Knock on door)

Hi. Can we have a word?

The investigation's hit a bit of a brick wall

so we need to change tack slightly.

What's that supposed to mean?

We need to put a human face to the story.

We need you both to make a public appeal.

- What, go on TV? - Yeah.

Yeah, no worries. We'll do it.

- Who's gonna clean my house? - Sorry?

My house. Look at it.

You going to clean it?

Don't worry, we've gotta do this.

- No. - What?

- No. - What do you mean, no?

I mean no.

- Don't you want to find him? - What a stupid thing to ask.

What's the problem, then?

How can you find him if you're not out looking for him?

- They're looking for him. - No,

they're talking to me and you about going on TV.

Going on TV will help find him.

No.

- I'd like you to leave now. - Janine...

- Thank you. - ..we need to...

Please, just go. Leave us alone.

Alright, but if you change your mind...

- What the hell's that about? - I'll tell you what.

They think I killed our baby. Don't you see, Justin?

They want me on TV in front of the cameras and reporters,

see if I crack.

If I cry, I'm guilty, if I don't cry, I'm guilty.

- That's ridiculous. - You know what?

Just stop talking to me.

All anyone ever does is talk to me. At me.

I just want to be left alone,

not talk to anyone or have anyone talk to me. Is that OK?

(Door slams)

(Sobs)

I'll do it.

What?

The public appeal. I'll do it.

But you have to help me write it.

What do you mean?

You don't have to write it.

Just speak from the heart.

If I speak from the heart, it'll be something like,

'I know you all think I killed my baby...

..but I didn't.

He's out there somewhere.

I know you all want me to be guilty

because it sells papers and makes for a good news day.

Sorry, I'm not guilty.

I'm sorry I didn't name my son...

..because a baby with no name's a hard story to sell.'

Understand the parents are under

an enormous stress,

and I ask you to keep your questions to a minimum

and show some respect.

Our son is out there somewhere.

I ask anyone who knows anything or saw anything

to please come forward and contact the police.

Someone must have seen something.

He needs his mother. I need my son.

When he cries, he's crying for me

and I can't be there for him.

When he's hungry, he's hungry for me

and I can't be there for him.

It breaks my heart that he's waiting for me

and I can't be there for him.

If you have my son, please, please bring him home.

What kind of baby was he?

Well, he was... he was perfect. He made us complete.

Justin, what have the last few days been like?

Oh, I... I can't describe it, to tell you the truth.

It's, um...

It's been, uh, completely unbearable. Yeah.

They're the only words I can find. Completely unbearable.

Janine, we heard a rumour that you hadn't named your son yet.

- Is this true? - Yeah.

It's true. We hadn't given him a name yet.

I'm sorry, but isn't that a little unusual?

Why hadn't you named him?

No, we don't think it's unusual at all.

We were waiting for him to reveal his name to us.

Find his own identity in a way.

You did good.

Yeah, I don't know.

Cup of tea? There's cake.

Janine.

- Janine. - Sorry?

- You OK? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired.

You should go have a lie down.

It's OK.

I want to get some fresh air.

- Sure? - Yeah.

I'm fine.

I'd love a cigarette. Norm?

What? It's only a cigarette.

There's something not right with Janine.

Yeah, that's a bit of an understatement.

I think it's a little bit more to it than that.

Look, first baby and all, I know,

but I know that Janine was having trouble with baby.

Yeah, and...?

The whole bloody neighbourhood could hear the baby crying.

Day in, day out.

They should mind their own fucking business,

- shouldn't they? - Justin,

- just hear us out. - Oh, what?

She was struggling, so what? She's only human.

- They heard you arguing. - What?

Arguing.

Everyone heard you and Janine arguing, about baby.

They're all talking.

You think we did something? Something to hurt our baby?

- No. - Huh?

We don't think you done anything, OK?

What, you think Janine did something?

We don't want to think that, but she lied to the police.

She lied to you.

She said she was home all day but she wasn't.

She went out.

- Up to the bottle shop. - I know.

What was she doing at the bottle shop?

She told me.

Where was the baby?

What do you mean, where was the baby?

Where was he?

He was with Janine.

She didn't have him with her.

I'm sorry, bub.

What sort of mother leaves her baby at home?

Where's Justin gone?

Just went for a walk.

Bub, we'd better be off too, hey?

(Door chime dings)

One.

There you go, mate. Enjoy.

Hey, man. How's, um... how's things?

- Yeah, you know? - Yeah. Any news?

Um, Dean, was, um, Janine up here the other day?

The day that, you know...

Uh, yeah, mate, yeah, she was.

She bought a bottle of wine.

Did she have the baby with her?

No, mate, she didn't.

Look, look, listen.

The coppers have already been up here, OK?

I don't know, but something was going on.

I mean, she was pretty freaked out when she was here.

Janine.

Hey.

You right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. You?

I'm OK.

My mob went, eh?

Yeah.

I, um, I went up to the bottlo.

Yeah?

Went up there and was talking to Dean.

He reckons you was there the other day, eh?

Yeah. Yeah, I was. Why?

I don't know. You tell me.

What are you talking about, Justin?

I told you I went up there, remember?

I wanted to get wine, make up for our fight.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

And you didn't tell the police.

I told you why.

- Not a good look. - Nah, it wasn't.

And Dean reckoned, um, you didn't have baby.

'Course I did.

I just... I didn't take him inside.

That thing's too big.

I left him in the pram outside.

Justin.

Janine said she had the baby, outside in the pram.

No, Justin, she... she didn't.

I watched her walk away. There was no pram.

No baby.

Please, Justin. Please, just wait.

If you did nothing wrong, nothing to hide, why lie?

Why lie to the police? Why lie to me?

I backed you up and you shit on me!

What am I supposed to believe, huh?

You said you left him in the pram outside. A lie! What?

I didn't take baby up to the shop.

I didn't take him. I left him.

I didn't mean to. It was stupid, I know, OK?

But I'd finally got him to sleep. He was asleep.

And I... I just... I needed... I'm sorry.

What sort of person does that, huh?

How can I believe you? I don't believe anything you say.

Tell me, Janine? Where is he, huh?

- What? - What have you done to him?

How did you expect to get away with it, Janine?

This street has eyes.

There's people everywhere. It's never empty.

Know what? No-one saw nothing.

No-one saw jack shit.

Nosy bitch Emily, who sees everything, saw fuck all!

Nothing!

No-one running down the street with our kid.

No car driving off with our kid.

- Who'd take our kid? - I don't know!

I don't know!

- Was the back door locked? - What?

The back door, Janine. Was it locked?

Yeah.

- Was the front door locked? -Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I think so. It was locked.

Did you use your key to get in?

- Um, yeah. Yeah, I did. - Your key, Janine.

Did you use your fucking key to get in the front door?

Yeah, I did.

Well, if the back door and the front door was locked,

how the fuck did anyone get in, huh?

Hey?

Ow! Justin, you're hurting me! (Shrieks)

- Was the window open? - I don't know.

- The window. Was it open? - I don't know.

No.

I didn't need a break.

I didn't need the wine - I needed a break.

- Where's our son? - From you, from him,

from this fucking house.

Where's our son?

Do you know what it's like to have someone hanging off you,

demanding of you 24 hours a day,

day in, day out, night in, night out?

'Course you don't. You're...

Nothing's changed for you. You sleep, eat, work...

..while I'm here with nothing but him screaming at me.

Janine, what'd you do to him? What'd you do?

When you come home, I want a conversation,

a smile, anything.

What have you done?

And after all that, I am... I'm lazy, I'm useless.

I'm nothing... nothing like other women around the world.

Not fucking tribal enough for you?!

Where's my son?

Oh, God. So you... you think I murdered our baby.

Killed our son in broad daylight.

What, and where did I take him, dickhead?

I've got no car.

- So, I must have... (Knock on door)

I must've caught the train, that's it.

Walked up the road with a dead baby and a shovel -

now, I'm gonna need a shovel -

dead baby, shovel, up the street to the train

with no-one in this all-seeing fucking neighbourhood

not seeing a fucking thing.

- Is that what you think? (Banging on door)

I think you murdered our son. That's what I fucking think.

I think you murdered our son. My son!

(Baby gurgling)

He's OK.

He's OK.

We got a tip-off after the media appeal.

Janine...

Janine.