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(DEEP INHALE)

(QUIET SNIFFLING)

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)

('IT'S RAINING' BY IRMA THOMAS PLAYS)

- ♪ Drip, drop, drip, drop... ♪ - (DOOR CREAKING)

- (TAP SQUEAKING) - (WATER RUNNING)

♪ It's raining so hard

♪ Looks like it's gonna rain all night

♪ And this is the time

♪ I'd love to be holding you tight

♪ But I guess I'll have to accept

♪ The fact that you are not here... ♪

(SOBBING)

♪ I wish tonight would hurry up and end, my dear

- ♪ It's raining so hard... ♪ - (CONTINUES SOBBING)

- (STATIC BUZZING) - (GASPING)

WOMAN: In the beginning,

everything feels so alive and...

exciting.

But time makes it predictable.

He doesn't really see me anymore.

It's as if he's replaced me with someone else.

I've lost those parts of who I am...

or who I could be.

And...I'm scared I won't ever get them back.

Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this.

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

NEWS ANCHOR: Another 500,000 people have been displaced

by the vast tornado systems

wreaking havoc on Central and Western Europe.

European leaders have described the storms

as catastrophic in scale and power...

REPORTER: The warning period for severe heat and drought

has been extended again to nearly 60 million Americans

under the Federal Government's Climate Alert System.

(EERIE MUSIC BUILDS)

REPORTER: ..or underlying health conditions

are reminded to take extra precautions

and remain indoors when possible.

(INSECTS CHIRPING AND BUZZING)

(BREATHES GENTLY)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(WIND WHISTLING)

Hen?

Hen!

You expecting anyone?

What? What is it?

Didn't hear you come in.

JUNIOR: Someone's here. - Oh.

Looks official, doesn't it?

HEN: Yeah, could be.

When was the last time we had a visitor?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING SLOWLY)

HEN: He must be lost.

JUNIOR: No, I don't think so.

(SETS BOTTLE DOWN)

He must want something.

- (METAL CLICKING) - W... Oh, my God.

JUNIOR: Hey, whoa...

- Um... - You been messing with this?

- What are you talking about? - It's empty, Hen.

Yeah. We never leave it loaded.

What do you mean, we never leave it loaded?

Just put the gun back! Put it back.

- Or what? - (KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Just put the gun back, OK? We need to go. Come on.

Get the door. It's empty.

OK, well, let's...

I can't do anything with the gun. It's empty.

Go.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hello?

MAN: I'm sorry. I know it's late.

Is that Henrietta?

- Who's that? MAN: Terrance.

Yeah, we don't know any Terrance.

TERRANCE: Junior?

I think you'll want to hear what I have to say.

Both of you.

No.

(DOOR OPENS)

JUNIOR: What's this about?

TERRANCE: I'm here on behalf of OuterMore.

JUNIOR: OuterMore?

TERRANCE: We're working on the climate migration strategy.

Specifically, Off-Earth habitation.

What is he saying?

I think he means living in space.

TERRANCE: You OK if I came in?

Yeah.

(RIFLE CLUNKS SOFTLY)

JUNIOR: Anybody else in the car?

TERRANCE: No, making these visits is my job.

Hi.

- Do you want to sit down? TERRANCE: Sure.

OK.

JUNIOR: Mm-hm.

- It's a great place. HEN: Hm.

Charming.

Rustic.

How old is it?

Ah, it's old. Couple of hundred years.

Wow.

You just...you just don't see this anymore.

Guessing it's always been in the family?

Yeah. Yeah, fifth generation.

Oh, I love that.

The old ways of living.

Yep, still a few of us left, so...

(HEN CHUCKLES)

But you don't farm it, do you?

Right, well, this is... this is very exciting,

but before I say anything,

I'm supposed to show you this.

Now, I'm sure you've seen our previous campaigns,

but this one is special.

- (DEVICE CHIMES) - Can you see OK?

Yep. Can you see?

Uh-huh.

WOMAN 1: We are all so proud of you.

WOMAN 2: It is so inspiring.

MAN 1: You're giving us hope for the planet.

WOMAN 3: I got chosen. I'm going to space.

MAN 2: We're all eternally grateful.

I can't wait to see your smiling face soon.

We've been working on the next phase of transition

for a long time.

Uh, there's always been several possibilities

of human existence in space.

The Moon, Mars.

But with our lands and seas transforming as they are,

we decided to build our own space station, our own planet.

WOMAN 4: Go further.

Be better.

For the planet. For the future.

For all of us.

How will you rise?

Yeah, what...what's that got to do with us?

Right, so I'm here because of the installation.

Ah, the first wave of temporary resettlement.

Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I think I heard about this shit once.

TERRANCE: You did? - Looks pretty ridiculous.

I mean, why would you spend money up there

when you should be fixing things here?

Well, see, our motivation is proactive,

to help our children's children.

(SCOFFS)

Do you have kids?

Could I trouble you for a glass of water?

Yeah.

- I'll have a beer, yeah. - Yeah.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLING) It's hot.

I'm used to air conditioning.

- Right. TERRANCE: Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you remember a time when there were farms around here?

With livestock, and crops. Real farms, no offense.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, only as a kid, though.

Must have been bought up or burned.

- Burned? - Yeah. By the corporations.

They burn all the old farms,

clearing the fields for their hybrid stuff.

They don't give a shit.

I noticed all the canola on the drive on the way in.

I didn't realise it grew this time of year.

All year round. Barely needs water.

TERRANCE: Doesn't seem natural.

It's not.

Man, you could...

you could do whatever you want out here.

(HEN CLEARS THROAT)

HEN: Here you go.

Thank you.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, yeah, you won't get water like that in the city.

- Thanks. - Yeah. I do love it.

JUNIOR: Mmm.

Cheers.

So, I've been assigned to your file.

We have a file?

You didn't sign us up for anything, did you?

No.

OK, so this guy just showed up out of nowhere, right?

Yeah, it's not my fault...

Wouldn't be the first fucking time...

TERRANCE: No, it's true. No, you didn't, you didn't.

Um, but we've had our first lottery.

I'm excited to say that you've made the shortlist.

You're one step closer to living up there.

JUNIOR: (LAUGHING) OK...

OK, well, you're wasting your time

because we...we haven't even been on an airplane,

and she'd...she'd hate it.

Oh, so you wouldn't? You wouldn't hate it?

I...I'm just saying you wouldn't like flying.

You've also never been on an airplane.

OK, we both don't fucking like flying. What's the big deal?

Alright, I should...I should clarify, sorry. Um...

I'm talking about you here, Junior. Only you.

What...?

TERRANCE: These tests require real physical strength,

specific skills, all of which you have, Junior.

Wait, wait, wait, you're not fucking around, right?

No, this is just a warning.

(TENSE SIGH)

Sorry. (LAUGHS)

Sorry, warning's the wrong word.

This is...this is good news.

It's good news?

And the...the government knows about this, right?

We are the government.

Our space station is orbiting Earth as we speak.

And what if...what if I just say no, right?

If I just refuse.

What happens then?

You do know about conscription?

During the old wars,

if-if you were picked, you had to go to war.

And if you didn't, well...

Yeah.

Are you threatening us?

- Junior. - Is that what's happening?

HEN: Junior. - No, no.

Are...are you threatening us?

HEN: We could lose the farm.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's not focus on the rule of law here, OK?

This operation could end up being

the biggest public initiative ever, OK?

You'd be a hero, Junior.

Do you want to live mundane lives

like everyone else,

or do you want to be part of something special and unique?

Because that's what this is really about.

A chance to be a better version of yourself.

Sounds pretty good.

TERRANCE: Listen, it's time to move on.

Soon, most of us won't be able to live here.

Our planet was marvellous - is marvellous -

but it's given us all it can.

No, it didn't give us anything. We stole it.

JUNIOR: How long's the shortlist?

- I can't reveal that. - Wait...

But what I can tell you is that nothing will be decided

for a couple of years.

A couple of years?

TERRANCE: Yeah, sadly, these tests

will run in two-year cycles.

Right, so you expect us to just go on living

like everything's normal?

Yes. Because it is.

Nothing's been decided yet.

Mm-hm.

(SOFT UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(CAR DOOR WHIRRING)

You look after that wee Henrietta for me.

These kinds of things can be upsetting.

Yeah.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Really?

Are you just gonna go to sleep after that, huh?

Sorry.

Can we talk tomorrow? I'm not feeling well.

No, we should talk about this now.

Do you think you could sleep in the guest room tonight?

I just don't want you to catch anything.

(JUNIOR SCOFFS)

Since when has that mattered, huh?

(KISSING)

I'd rather be alone.

You're serious. You want me to sleep in the guest room?

Please.

- How did you know? - (EXHALES WEARILY)

How did I know what?

Before he got... Hen.

Before he got out, you said, "He must want something."

How did you know it was a man?

I don't know, is that what I said?

- Yeah, when the car pulled up. HEN: Oh, I don't know.

It wasn't intentional.

I mean, if I said it, it was probably without thinking.

Listen, I'm exhausted,

and if it's OK, I just want to go to sleep...

When you said it, it was so certain, so...

OK, well, name one woman

that would drive up here at night, alone, hmm?

The way he was looking at you...

Why are you pushing me?

(FRUSTRATED SIGH)

OK.

Could you shut the door?

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

Sure.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS PADDING)

(LOCK CLICKING)

(MUTTERING) Wow.

Wow.

Oh... (LAUGHS)

Just beautiful!

Fuck me.

Fuck.

('AIN'T GOT NO HOME' BY CLARENCE 'FROGMAN' HENRY PLAYS)

CLARENCE 'FROGMAN' HENRY: ♪ I sing like a girl

♪ And I sing like a frog

- ♪ I'm a lonely boy... ♪ - (DOOR CLANGS SHUT)

♪ I ain't got a home

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh... ♪

- (ENGINE STARTING) - ♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh... ♪

(VEHICLE DRIVING)

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ I ain't got a man

♪ I ain't got a son

♪ I ain't got a daughter... ♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

(PLAYS HIGH-PITCHED NOTE)

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING AND SQUAWKING)

Mm-hm.

(BUCKET CLUNKS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

JUNIOR: You know we won't see him again.

They're not actually interested in someone like me.

(SCOFFS) What have I got to offer?

Hm.

You might be surprised.

- Do me a favour? HEN: What?

Stop wearing that shirt.

Why? I like this shirt.

You were wearing it the day we met.

And the more you wear it, the more worn out it'll get.

HEN: Hm.

So, what else do you remember about that day?

JUNIOR: We were happy.

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

HEN: I miss you.

(BOTH GASPING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(BOTH MOANING)

HEN: Do you still like living here?

JUNIOR: Why?

Do you feel happy here?

Of course I'm happy here.

Aren't you?

What am I to you?

Oh, you know, if this is about me leaving,

if you're worried about that...

No it's not, it's not. It's about us.

JUNIOR: Us? - Yeah.

Did you have any questions when we got married?

There shouldn't be questions.

We all have questions.

Well, not when you take your vows.

So in seven years, you've never felt any doubt?

Never.

Getting married straight out of school doesn't worry you,

- when you're still a teenager? - We weren't school friends.

And we're different.

We met at the right time.

Sorry I've been distant.

It's OK.

What do you think about more, the past or the future?

- (GIGGLES) HEN: What?

JUNIOR: Jesus, what is this? - Sorry. (GIGGLES)

JUNIOR: Oh...

I don't mean to pepper you with questions like this

first thing in the morning, but I really want to know.

JUNIOR: OK.

Uh, I think...

(KISSING)

..we need a bigger bed.

(LAUGHS)

I was asking you a serious question.

I know.

You're not taking me seriously.

- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.

No, I'm not.

OK, I'm sorry, babe.

- Mm-hm. - Yeah.

(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)

(WATER RUNNING)

Coo-ee!

Coo-ee!

(BIRDS SQUAWKING IN DISTANCE)

(PLAYS PENSIVE TUNE)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING INTENSIFIES)

- (WIND ROARING) - (HOUSE SHUDDERING)

- (RUMBLING CONTINUES) - (HOUSE CREAKING)

(WIND CONTINUES ROARING)

(QUIET UNEASY MUSIC)

(WIND HOWLING)

(DUST STORM SUBSIDES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(QUIET UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

To get the best understanding of life up there,

the selected group needs to be random.

All walks of life.

OK, so pick someone else, Terrance.

People like us don't belong in space.

But that's the whole point.

At some stage, all of us may need to go. Permanently.

You'll receive handsome compensation.

A thankyou from the government.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, you've been gifted a rare opportunity

that for now seems daunting.

But why does the unknown have to be a burden?

Junior, this is incredibly rare, OK?

And you've been selected.

You're going to the installation.

No, no, listen to me. I don't like how you just show up here,

and you say all this shit and you act

like we should be thanking you.

And if it's such...if it's such a fucking great opportunity,

why is it only you that shows up here?

Where the fuck is everyone else, Terrance?

Would it help if there were more people

scurrying around your house and property?

What's in your bags?

I thought I'd drop some things off.

I'll have to stay, now that it's official.

Here? You're staying here?

If you recall from my last visit, Hen...

I thought we still had longer together, Terrance.

TERRANCE: ..it was all explained in the paperwork.

I assume there's a guest room?

- This is bullshit. - Why?

TERRANCE: There are a series of steps to complete.

Observations, data to collect...

When does he leave?

Couple of weeks.

JUNIOR: Why?

This next stage is going to go fast.

Look, I'll stay nearby for now.

Give you guys a little more alone time.

Come here, come here.

- Shh. Shh, shh. - (CRIES)

It's OK, baby. It's OK. Shh.

Shh, shh.

(SLAPPING GROUND)

(SNIFFLES)

('THE END OF THE WORLD' BY SKEETER DAVIS PLAYS)

(CRIES SOFTLY)

SKEETER DAVIS: ♪ Why does the sun... ♪

Come on.

♪ Go on shining?

♪ Why does the sea rush to shore?

- ♪ Don't they know... ♪ - (OBJECTS CLATTERING)

♪ It's the end of the world?

♪ Cos you don't love me anymore... ♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, these are mine!

Yeah, well, you never wear 'em, and they stink.

Well, I hate breaking in new gloves, so...

This is why we have so much stuff,

because you can't let go. Of anything.

What do... what do you mean by that?

HEN: It means that all of this is just shit.

It's stuff from your past, not ours.

OK, and if you start throwing things out randomly...

Stop it, OK?

I...I need this stuff.

- Your face is flushed. - Well...

I... Hen, I just...

Listen, I just wish that you wouldn't get like this,

especially tonight.

Why? What's so special about tonight?

Because it's our last chance to be alone.

Oh, God, yeah, and I guess you just wanted a quiet night in?

- Just like the old days? Yeah? - OK,

we haven't even talked about me leaving and you're acting

like this is no big deal, like it's not even happening.

- Give me that! - Fucking talk to me!

This is happening faster than I was expecting it to.

And now he's coming to stay.

OK, well...so why are you cleaning the fucking house?

Just give me the...! I don't want you stressing over him.

- I'm not stressing. - OK, then, what is it?

What is it? Look at me. Look at me.

I'm really worried about you, OK?

Hey.

Hen? I'm going away for years, OK? It's not days.

I'm worried about leaving you here alone.

You don't have to worry about that, Junior.

HEN: Fuck! JUNIOR: What?

That. In there.

JUNIOR: Oh. I've never seen one like it.

They're getting bigger. God, I hope it's not an infestation.

They'll get into the walls. Christ, that's all I need.

It's only one.

- Well, one is too many. - Mm.

I'm checking our room for more.

JUNIOR: Hey.

Hey, little guy.

Junior.

HEN: What is it? You're staring.

Don't... Ah... It's OK, I'll take care of it.

JUNIOR: Hmm?

(WHISPERS) Why aren't you moving?

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(STEADY CLACKING)

(MACHINERY HUMMING)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Here you go.

What are you doing here? What's wrong?

I, uh...

I started thinking about leaving.

The things I'll miss, things that aren't obvious.

Maybe we should talk about this outside...

No, no, no, just like stupid little things like...

Like how by the sound of the floor creaking,

I know that it's your steps upstairs.

And nobody could ever recognise that.

It feels like a secret between us.

It's...

I'll miss hearing those steps.

- Hey, Junior. - What?

Can we just talk about this tonight?

- You know we need this job. - No, let's just be together.

Like right now.

- Hmm? - (SIGHS)

None of this matters.

(HAUNTING AMBIENT MUSIC)

(HAUNTING MUSIC CONTINUES)

HEN: Strange, how dying can still be beautiful. Hm.

JUNIOR: Are you afraid of dying?

Maybe of not being ready.

HEN: Have you ever thought, what if we're not actually...

looking up at the sky?

What if we're actually looking down?

The sky below us.

Try. Think about it.

(BOTH GIGGLE)

JUNIOR: Oh. (CHUCKLES)

- See? - Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

(HEN LAUGHS)

JUNIOR: Give me my pants!

HEN: Whoo-oo!

JUNIOR: Hen, I'm serious.

(HEN LAUGHS)

HEN: (SLAPS) Wha-hey!

(HEN LAUGHS)

(WHISPERS) Why don't we just disappear?

Get out of here?

HEN: Oh.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

HEN: Hello. Hi.

Look at you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Come here.

It's OK. Good boy.

What happened to you, hey?

Where did you come from?

It's OK.

There you go. See? Good boy.

(HORSE NEIGHS SOFTLY)

Junior?

Junior!

(UNEASY MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Oh, shit. Junior!

Junior! Fuck.

Junior!

Stop!

(PANTING)

HEN: Where are you going?

(GALLOPING HOOVES)

HEN: Junior!

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(FIRE ROARING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

HEN: No! Fuck off! No!

Junior!

Don't hurt him. It's not his fault!

(MUSIC FADES)

(OBJECT CLUNKING)

(WINCES)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

JUNIOR: Hey... - Are you OK?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

(JUNIOR EXHALES)

Did they hurt you?

- Who? - Are you hurt?

- I'm OK. - There were men and...

- No, no, no, no. - You...you were screaming.

No, they were just burning an old barn.

You're confused. You hurt yourself.

But you're gonna be OK.

- You're lucky. - No, we...

We need to tell someone about what's happening.

Tell them what? Tell them what?

You had an accident, that's all.

No, no, no, we're in danger, baby, OK?

Junior. Junior.

You're the one that ran into the fire.

Why would you do that, hmm?

JUNIOR: What do you mean? - What...what was in the fire?

I hope this wasn't done intentionally.

JUNIOR: You, uh...you think I did this on purpose?

Well, an injury won't change anything. You know that, right?

I can't feel this side of my body.

TERRANCE: That's the anesthetic.

It'll wear off soon. But you won't be able

to use that arm much for a while, though,

and you have to get used to that recliner of yours.

JUNIOR: Why?

TERRANCE: Well, you can't sleep lying down.

You can recline to about 45 degrees but that's it.

JUNIOR: What do you mean, I can't sleep lying down?

The doctor did a minor procedure and...

A procedure? What doctor?

She operated on your injured shoulder, the tendon.

It went very well, but she'd like to leave it covered.

Ah, here. You gotta take these.

('CELLO CONCERTO IN E MINOR' BY JACQUELINE DU PRE PLAYS)

TERRANCE: Jacqueline du Pre.

"A musician of nature with an unerring instinct."

That's how her husband described her.

I know this hasn't been easy on either of you.

But soon, all of this will be behind us.

So I would like to congratulate you on making it this far.

South of France. The real thing.

Why are you following me?

I'm keeping you safe, both of you. It's crucial.

Both of us? What...?

We're taking Junior away.

You've never been all alone out here before.

Yeah, so? (SCOFFS)

Could be a real strain on her. On your marriage.

You're the one that's forcing me to leave her.

Well, so we have to do what's moral.

And what do you consider to be moral?

We're going to replace you.

What, me?

We're going to ensure Hen has company while you're away.

No, fuck off. There's no fucking way that's happening.

(LAUGHS)

What, do you really want to leave her here all alone?

Day after day? Night after night?

She can handle herself, Terrance.

Sorry, why doesn't anybody ask me how I feel about it?

- Cos I'm right fucking here. - Calm down.

No, no, no, you fucking calm down.

Hear me out, OK?

It's not another man.

We're developing a biological replacement.

(SCOFFS) Oh, my God.

JUNIOR: What the fuck is he talking about?

In the old days, you would have left Hen with

a two-dimensional photo of yourself.

This is the next step, OK?

A dynamic copy of you, with living tissue,

- volume and a body. - I don't want a fucking robot

living with my wife.

Ah, it's not a robot, OK?

It's a new kind of self-determining life form.

The first to live in a domestic setting as freely as you do.

You'll see.

It's going to be astonishing.

There's a series of interviews, OK?

No detail is inconsequential.

Only to observe you and record your daily routine.

- That's why you're staying. - This is fucking insane.

For example, what did you have for breakfast, my man?

- OK. TERRANCE: Look.

OuterMore has a duty of care to those left behind.

You know what my dad used to get us to do?

TERRANCE: What's that? - Test of manhood.

- Don't be an idiot. - We'd go outside, stand apart

and we each got one punch at the other.

Oh, you'd punch each other?

- Yeah, you ever punch someone? - (HUFFS)

- Mm, can't say I have. - Mm.

I guess that's what being a man is, though, right?

Hen, I am just having a conversation.

So would you do your test of manhood with me?

Now you're just being dumb.

(LAUGHS)

(WINE SPLASHES)

Fuck.

(WINE GLASS BREAKS)

(LAUGHS)

(TERRANCE LAUGHS)

(CRIES)

REPORTER 1: (ON RADIO) As air quality continues

to decline worldwide,

an estimated 1 billion children

remain at risk of developing respiratory disease.

According to the UN, 820 million children

have experienced prolonged mega-droughts

and have never seen rain in their lifetimes.

We now go live to the Earth Concert stage.

Buzz has been building all day

for this historic performance of music icons.

Sarita, can you hear me?

SARITA: (ON RADIO) Jay, the energy down here is electric!

An unbelievable line-up,

the likes of which hasn't been seen since the Live Aid show

back in the 20th century.

Once again standing up for what they insist

is the greatest emergency of this generation.

There is no more time left for talk and debate

but to offset the centuries of exploitation and neglect.

The crowds here are huge and...

DAVID RUFFIN: ♪ Yeah I have dreamed the dream

(SINGS ALONG) ♪ I have dreamed the dream

- ♪ Of every common man TERRANCE: ♪ Of a common man

DAVID: ♪ Hoping to rise

TERRANCE: ♪ Hoping to rise... ♪

(CAMERA CLICKS)

♪ I have sworn by my blood... ♪

Terrance, I don't care what you're planning, OK?

But whatever you bring here, it won't be me,

you know, cos I can't be replaced.

Nothing wrong with a growing self-confidence.

Just make sure for your own sake it never hurts Hen.

Have you ever hurt her?

TERRANCE: Fuck!

(LAUGHS) No hands!

(LAUGHS)

Whoo! Whoo!

JUNIOR: Whoo!

JUNIOR: Any hook, any chicken, it doesn't matter.

TERRANCE: I'm glad the pills

are working on your shoulder.

JUNIOR: I do feel energised.

TERRANCE: Because in the coming days

you will be under enormous physical

and psychological pressure.

OK. You ready?

Alright.

(DEVICE BLEEPS)

(GROANS)

You have to get used to these tests.

There are more when you arrive, some less pleasant than others.

Oh, fuck.

Deep tendon carpal-tunnel reflex test.

I'm so sorry. It's done.

- Done at work already? - Why is he facing the wall?

TERRANCE: Hen, you can't be here.

I think he's had enough.

- You OK? JUNIOR: Uh-huh.

We agreed.

(SIGHS)

HEN: Be downstairs. - Yep.

JUNIOR: What the fuck was that?

Yeah, we really need to make sure she's OK.

If you notice anything unusual,

or if she's acting odd, it's best you tell me.

- OK. TERRANCE: If we're to help her

while you're away,

your replacement will need to know what you know.

I need to have an intimate understanding of your marriage,

the good and the bad.

And anything you tell me up here,

I promise it's confidential.

It's between you and me.

You can handle that, right?

Mm-hm.

This is more than saving the farm, Junior.

It's about ensuring your marriage survives

while you're gone.

(PIANO PLAYING FAINTLY IN DISTANCE)

TERRANCE: Have you ever cheated on her?

What?

TERRANCE: Hen.

No, definitely not.

You never fantasised about another woman?

Ahh... (LAUGHS)

TERRANCE: Come on. - No, I don't know. I...

No. I, um...

TERRANCE: Has she ever cheated on you?

- Oh, fuck you. TERRANCE: Has she?

No.

TERRANCE: You're not basing that on trust, are you?

I'm basing it on what I know.

TERRANCE: Do you feel you know

how she would react in every situation?

Have you ever asked her the question yourself?

Hen's not like that.

TERRANCE: But you don't actually believe

you know Hen better than she knows herself?

- I'm not saying that. TERRANCE: Look, there are

things about her you don't know and will never know, OK?

Thoughts, feelings, all her years before you.

Listen, mate.

Hey.

Look, she has desires that existed before you

and exist beyond you.

- You can accept that, right? - No, I...

Hey, Junior.

(PLAYS MELANCHOLY TUNE ON PIANO)

I suppose you want me to stop.

No. Why?

You usually don't like it.

You used to tell me not to play.

Sorry?

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

As long as we move from day to day,

living the routine that was established...

that you established...

..you're convinced I'm happy.

Walking the same path as everyone who came before me.

(PLAYS PIANO SLOWLY)

Your mom. (REPEATS SINGLE NOTE)

My mom.

Their moms. Their moms.

(HEN STOPS PLAYING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

I'm starting to worry.

- What if the rain never comes? - Mm.

I never want you to worry.

Yeah, I know.

(EERIE WOODWIND MUSIC)

JUNIOR AND HEN: ♪ And if you leave me

♪ It'll break

♪ It'll break my heart... ♪

(HEN CHUCKLING)

HEN: (ON TAPE) I've never talked about this stuff before.

TERRANCE: (ON TAPE) Really? HEN: Mm-hm. Never.

Hen?

HEN: I just think having other living things around...

does something.

Makes you hopeful, I think.

(TAPE GLITCHING)

HEN: I really miss the trees, though.

(DISTORTED) Trees, though...

TERRANCE: The trees?

HEN: Yeah, more of them were around when I was growing up.

Some were, um... some were shy.

And then others were really bold and ancient.

Wise. (CHUCKLES)

You only have to spend time with them and I just...

I love their personalities so much.

TERRANCE: Personalities?

HEN: Junior thinks I'm crazy,

but, I mean, people do.

Dogs do. Cats do.

Why would you draw a line with trees?

TERRANCE: I don't know.

HEN: It's sad we need proof to believe in something.

TERRANCE: Belief is deceptive.

Mm...

HEN: No, it's not. It's...

(SIGHS) It's a feeling and when you have it,

it is...it's exhilarating.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

TERRANCE: Can we talk about the piano?

HEN: OK.

TERRANCE: Why the basement?

Looks like it hasn't been played in years.

HEN: He doesn't like it when I play.

Maybe it's what's in the music that scares him, I don't know.

TERRANCE: What's in it?

HEN: All that's gone.

TERRANCE: Gone?

HEN: Affection. Possibility.

Um...curiosity. That's...that's a big one.

He used to love that about me.

TERRANCE: Do you think knowing Junior for as long as you have

has taken that away?

- (STATIC BUZZING) - (DISTORTED SPEECH)

HEN: In the beginning,

everything feels so alive and...

exciting.

But time makes it predictable.

He doesn't really see me anymore.

It's as if he's replaced me with someone else.

I've lost those parts of who I am...

or who I could be.

And...I'm scared I won't ever get them back.

Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this.

TERRANCE: Why would you live with that fear?

Don't deny yourself those parts.

HEN: No, I don't want to anymore.

TERRANCE: Good. Good.

I encourage you to use this opportunity

to act on your instincts.

HEN: How real will he look?

TERRANCE: Identical.

HEN: Will he behave like Junior?

TERRANCE: Just like when you first knew him.

A new beginning.

(GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED GROANS)

(JUNIOR CONTINUES GROANING)

(DRAMATIC PIANO TUNE PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

(PIANO TUNE CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)

(PLAYS DRAMATIC TUNE)

(PLAYS SUSTAINED NOTE)

(STOPS PLAYING)

('I'M NEW HERE' BY GIL SCOTT-HERON PLAYS)

GIL AND TERRANCE: (SPOKEN) ♪ I did not

♪ Become someone different

♪ That I did not want to be

♪ But I'm new here

♪ Will you show me around? ♪

Maybe.

(SINGING) ♪ No matter how far wrong you've gone

♪ You can always... ♪

- (HEN LAUGHS) - ♪ Turn around... ♪

(LAUGHS)

(SPOKEN) ♪ Met a woman in a bar

♪ Told her I was hard to get to know

♪ And near 'bout impossible to forget... ♪

TERRANCE: I'm just saying. HEN: Well...

♪ She said I had an ego on me

- ♪ The size of Texas... ♪ - God.

TERRANCE: Ready?

♪ No matter how far

- (HUMS OUT OF TUNE) - ♪ Wrong you've gone... ♪

Yeah. Go on.

One, two, three, four.

BOTH: ♪ You can always turn around! ♪

(BOTH LAUGH)

GIL: ♪ And I'm shedding plates like a snake

- ♪ It may be crazy... ♪ - (HISSES)

- No. - No, no, no...

(HEN CHUCKLES)

That's it, man!

I don't want you two talking alone together anymore.

GIL: ♪ Turn around, turn around, turn around... ♪

(LAUGHS)

GIL: ♪ And you may come full circle... ♪

TERRANCE: Hey, that's it. That's the spirit.

GIL: ♪ And be new here again... ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

What happened?

('LAND OF MY DREAMS' BY ANNA DOMINO PLAYS)

TERRANCE: What happened? JUNIOR: Ah, fuck it.

TERRANCE: She didn't like your dancing?

- (HUMS) - JUNIOR: No.

- (TERRANCE LAUGHS) JUNIOR: No, sir.

ANNA: ♪ You're sweeter than...♪ - (HUMS)

TERRANCE: That's it, man.

That's it, man.

- (HUMMING) - ♪ In the land of my dreams

♪ You love me so much more

♪ I even... ♪

Hold your arm up like this.

- (MUMBLES) - You've been drinking.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY IN DISTANCE)

Is there something bothering you?

Uh-uh.

TERRANCE: I can feel it in you. - No.

It's more like an awakening.

Hm. OK.

And how has this awakening affected Hen?

(WRY CHUCKLE)

I sense a little bit of a strain there, perhaps?

JUNIOR: You're always wondering how things are between us.

- It's fucking sick, Terrance. - (DEVICE BEEPS)

I don't mind being wrong about that.

- I'm just curious. - What is that?

TERRANCE: It monitors your hydration levels.

Does she tell you what she likes?

What's that?

Your wife, Junior.

Is she open and honest with her preferences?

- About what? - Come on. You know.

Fucking.

Is she explicit about what she likes?

JUNIOR: What did you just say? - What she needs.

- What? - Every relationship depends

on open and honest communication.

- Oh, fuck you. TERRANCE: You know that.

(CHUCKLES) Just relax. It's just a conversation.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

TERRANCE: What the fuck?

You like playing with us, don't you?

TERRANCE: No. No, I'm...

People fascinate me, OK?

You two fascinate me.

People fascinate me too.

- Really? - Mm.

I watch people sometimes.

See things.

What do you see?

The guys in the lunch room, right?

They bite hunks of their sandwiches,

meat and bread,

and they...

they grind it together into some disgusting paste.

And whatever wasn't swallowed would just be stuck...

between yellow teeth and infected gums.

And it's not just eating.

No.

I've seen a co-worker fall asleep

with his mouth gaping open.

And I felt sick at the sight of it.

I mean, think about...

earwax and pus and fingernails.

I...I... (EXHALES)

I've seen guys spit on the ground and just walk away.

Just walk away and they don't...

I mean, we're fucking oblivious to it most of the time!

We don't even fucking see it!

(LAUGHS)

But one day...

..I...I started to wonder why that is.

And then one of the guys,

he wipes his fucking nose with his fucking napkin.

Just balls it up, drops it on the plate,

full of fucking snot.

And then very slowly...

it just started to unfurl.

(QUIET MENACING MUSIC)

All on its own.

As if it wanted to be seen.

And then, I mean, that's when I realised

our common seam in each of us

is our own built-in fucking scum.

Our dirt. Our grease.

- Fuck you! - (CHAIR CLATTERS)

(PUNCHES WALL)

HEN: What the hell is going on?!

Hen, everything's fine!

- Let me in! TERRANCE: He's fine!

- Let me in! - He's fine!

- It's OK! HEN: (BANGING ON DOOR) Junior!

TERRANCE: Stop! He's fine. HEN: Let me in, Terrance!

Fucking Terrance, open the fucking door!

TERRANCE: Go downstairs! He's fine!

(SOBS)

HEN: (BANGING ON DOOR) No!

(WATER RUNNING)

Jeez! Hell!

(WINCES)

(GROANS IN AGONY)

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(LAUGHS) No.

(LAUGHS)

This is fucking crazy.

(LAUGHS THEN CRIES)

What's a boat without an anchor?

What's a boat without an anchor?

What's a boat without an anchor?

(SHUDDERING)

Little Hen.

I'm here.

(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

I was just taking a shower.

(CRIES)

It's OK.

(SOBBING)

Shhh.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

When I get back, let's do something.

Go somewhere.

Make a family.

But whatever we decide to do, let's decide together, OK?

Mm-hm.

We'll be together.

Like we used to be.

(SOFT UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC BUILDS SLOWLY)

(METALLIC CLATTERING)

(RIFLE CLICKS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC SWELLS)

(COCKS RIFLE)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

- (GUNSHOT) - (COCKS RIFLE)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(COCKS RIFLE)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Fucking cowards!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(JUNIOR MOANS)

(PANTS AND GASPS)

(SPITS)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

(SPITS)

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

TERRANCE: (INAUDIBLE) Keep a low profile.

OFFICER: Yes.

TERRANCE: (INAUDIBLE) I'm going to go upstairs and get going.

(EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PANTING SOFTLY)

TERRANCE: (ON TAPE) When Hen played the piano,

did you like it?

JUNIOR: (ON TAPE) Oh, I don't really remember.

Why are you asking me that?

TERRANCE: She said you're the reason she doesn't play.

JUNIOR: She told you that?

TERRANCE: When you listened to it, how did it make you feel?

JUNIOR: I...I enjoyed it in the beginning, but...

..it changed her.

TERRANCE: Changed her?

JUNIOR: She seemed different. I...

HEN: Hm.

JUNIOR: I didn't know who she was when she played,

like she was trying to be someone else.

(RECORDER BEEPS)

TERRANCE: That was... - (HEN CLEARS THROAT)

TERRANCE: That was a while ago. - God.

TERRANCE: How does it feel to listen to that now,

having gone through it?

I've always had this fantasy that...

..there's something else out there for me.

What do you think it would take?

- To leave? TERRANCE: Yeah.

HEN: Courage.

The courage to let everything go.

(SNIFFLES)

TERRANCE: Mm.

Follow what I feel.

HEN: Not be scared.

(SOBS QUIETLY)

And where would you go?

There are places. There's...

There's places with life.

TERRANCE: Mmm. - Places with other people.

(CHUCKLES) God, with new people.

With music.

TERRANCE: Mmm.

HEN: Somewhere that just doesn't feel like it's dying.

And instead of...

trying to explain that to him...

- (SOBS QUIETLY) HEN: ..or to justify it,

I would just do the opposite.

I'd leave a letter, but it would be blank.

So...so nothing at all?

It would say nothing and everything at the same time.

Oh...

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

TERRANCE: You know I can help you, if you do decide.

- I know what he needs. - I'll be OK.

TERRANCE: Yeah. - (DOOR OPENS)

You're a lying piece of shit.

We're going to clarify everything.

Oh, it's pretty fucking obvious, though.

TERRANCE: So, tell me. - No, this is over, Terrance.

You're fucking leaving now.

And, baby, we're gonna talk.

Baby, you're gonna talk to me properly. No more bullshit.

What do you think is going on?

No, no, no, no. No more fucking questions, Terrance.

Hen, this has got to stop, OK?

OK.

(CRIES)

Yeah. Yeah, you want my wife, don't you?

Yeah? Yeah, you want to keep her company while I'm gone.

Calm down. Calm down.

JUNIOR: You're fucking sick, Terrance!

- (LAUGHS) TERRANCE: Hey, hey, it's OK.

Junior! Junior. Stop.

HEN: Hey. Hey. It's not what you think.

It's not what you think.

(JUNIOR SOBBING)

Fucking do something.

♪ Although the sun is shining

♪ High above

♪ The one thing on my mind

- ♪ Is you my love... ♪ HEN: It's OK.

No!

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(VEHICLE RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

JUNIOR: Hey. I've missed you.

(HEN CRIES)

JUNIOR: It's so good to be back.

(HEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

It's time.

OK.

(SNIFFLES) You coming?

You go.

JUNIOR: OK.

JUNIOR: (ON TAPE, FAINT) No, you fucking calm down...

(INDISTINCT VOICES ON TAPE)

HEN: (ON TAPE, FAINT) Fucking Terrance,

open the fucking door!

(INDISTINCT VOICES ON TAPE CONTINUE)

- (JUNIOR GROANING) - (DEVICE BLEEPS)

(MOANS)

Holy shit. It's so fucking real.

(PANTS SOFTLY)

Hen?

TERRANCE: I'm sorry.

Hen?

I know you're confused.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, no. Oh, no...

I know how you must be feeling, but I need you to stay calm.

Ohh...

(WHIMPERS)

TERRANCE: I'm sorry we had to deceive you,

but it was the only way

to test your full capacity and function.

It's critical that you were lucid enough

to experience the reversal face-to-face.

This is not the replacement, Junior.

(CRIES)

It's you. You're the replacement.

Oh! No.

- This... - No...

This is Hen's real husband, OK?

No. No, no, no, that's bullshit!

- Terrance, where is she? - She's safe in the house.

Where is she? Hen? Hen!

Please! Hen, don't listen to 'em, OK?

What... I'm not gonna let them do anything to you, OK?

I'm not going anywhere, baby.

TERRANCE: We brought you here

just over a year ago.

The same day Junior left to live on the installation.

When our headlights turned you on...

(SOFT BUZZING)

TERRANCE: ..that was the beginning.

That was the day your mission started.

You were free to experience a real, human relationship.

(JUNIOR CRIES)

TERRANCE: We wanted your focus to be your present-tense,

but we had to design your memory.

You're a fucking liar.

We gave that to you after spending many months

talking with Junior before he left.

Hen!

I need to know you're OK.

(SOBBING) I need you here. I need to hear your voice.

Hen!

Hen?

Your memories are his.

(SOBS)

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(CRIES)

Oh.

HEN: It's OK.

It's OK, it's OK. I'm here. I'm here.

JUNIOR: Baby. Baby. Terrance is wrong, OK?

Whatever this is,

whatever you've done, it doesn't matter, OK?

Why?

(PANTING)

JUNIOR: I'm sorry. HEN: No.

JUNIOR: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Sorry. HEN: (SOBBING) I'm so sorry.

JUNIOR: I am sorry.

I love you.

- I love you. HEN: I love you too.

JUNIOR: You have to go. - It's OK. (CRIES)

JUNIOR: I love you. HEN: (CRYING) No...

- You have to go, baby. - No...

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Don't. Don't do this. Please don't do this.

(UNEASY MUSIC SWELLS)

- No! - No, no, no, no, no!

No! No, get the fuck off of me!

- No, no, baby, please! - No!

Please! Hen!

- Baby! Baby, please! - (HEN CRIES)

Shame on you! Shame on you!

Shame on you! Shame on you!

You're going to hell! Fuck you!

(WAILING) Hen, no!

(SOBS)

HEN: This can never be forgiven!

Get off of me! (GRUNTS)

(SOBS)

HEN: Get off of me! - (WAILS)

No!

(WHIMPERS)

(PANTS AND SOBS)

(CRYING) No. No!

No! Get off of me!

(QUIET WISTFUL MUSIC)

(CRIES)

There were other possibilities for how this part might go.

We set out to create consciousness.

To validate it through real human connection.

But we never dreamed Hen would experience love.

Junior.

Hen had no idea how this would end.

I never told her.

- (EXHALES GENTLY) TERRANCE: You're not real.

But what you have both shown us here tonight...

is a gift to humanity.

This is my life.

This is our life.

They're going to be writing about you for years.

Hen.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Hi.

(WISTFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(SOBS)

We'll go somewhere else.

(JUNIOR SOBS)

I'm sorry.

(SOBS)

(WISTFUL MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(PLASTIC SHEETING RUSTLING)

(HEN CRIES)

TERRANCE: Thank you.

(MUSIC FADES)

JUNIOR: No, I'm fine. - (WATER SLOSHES)

Oh, fuck this gravity shit.

(GASPS)

(PANTS)

(CRIES SOFTLY)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

(GASPS)

(CRIES)

(JUNIOR MUMBLES)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

(WOOD CLUNKING)

(CUTLERY CLINKS)

Why?

I was, oh, hoping for loyalty.

Trust.

How can you say that?

'Cause you're my fucking wife.

There were rules. We agreed.

- It's not like that. - OK.

Then, explain. What is it like?

This wasn't an affair.

I saw you in him.

You saw me in it?

I saw what we've lost.

It's you that I fell in love with again.

It wasn't me, Hen. It wasn't real.

What I'm feeling is real.

I know what's real and what we need.

HEN: And what is that?

Is that to take each other for granted?

No?

No.

Is that to just stay like this?

To just stand still? For what?

We had dreams together, remember?

We can just leave and we can just get out of here.

- We can do something together. - My family is buried

out there in the fucking ground!

I can't throw it all away to go off on some fucking wander

that proves nothing. (BANGS TABLE)

This farm, this house, this life, it's us, Hen.

We made it. We should be fucking proud. (BANGS TABLE)

There is nothing out there for you.

I know that now. There's nothing.

Ah...

(HEN SETS PLATES DOWN)

(HEN SNIFFLES)

(SPORADIC PATTERING)

(PATTERING INTENSIFIES)

(RAIN PATTERING STEADILY)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Junior.

(SOLEMN PIANO MUSIC)

(RAIN CONTINUES)

(HEN LAUGHS)

(HEN LAUGHS)

HEN: Junior!

Junior!

Oh, my God!

Oh, it's so beautiful!

It's so beautiful!

Junior, come on!

- Look! - (THUNDER CRACKING)

Junior.

Come on!

Come on.

- Hey, come on. - Alright.

Come on. Oh! Oh, shit!

- You OK? - (GROANS)

Oh! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)

Come on. I'll help you up. Come on.

No, no, no. I don't need your help!

(JUNIOR PANTS)

Look at you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SOLEMN PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PLAYING SOLEMN TUNE ON PIANO)

(INCREASES VOLUME)

(TUNE GROWS BRIGHTER AND LOUDER)

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

(DECREASES VOLUME)

(SNIFFLES)

(STOPS PLAYING)

(BREATHES SOFTLY)

(DISCORDANT NOTES)

(HEN GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTING CONTINUES) - (DISCORDANT NOTES CONTINUE)

(SOUNDS FADE)

JOYCE HEATH: ♪ He asked me if he could hold my hand... ♪

JUNIOR: Hen?

♪ And I shyly said, "I wouldn't dream of it"

♪ But then I felt his hand touch mine

♪ Now I dream of it

♪ How I dream of it all the time

♪ All the time

♪ All the time

♪ He asked me then could he kiss my lips

♪ And I playfully said, "I wouldn't dream of it"

♪ But then I felt his lips touch mine

♪ Now I dream of it

♪ How I dream of it all the time

♪ All the time

♪ All the time

♪ I felt him ever so warm and near... ♪

Hello?

♪ Whispering promises in my ear

♪ He said he'd always be true to me

♪ To love him and I'd see

♪ I felt my world spinning round and round

♪ Around the wonderful love I'd found

♪ I heard my heart whisper, "Why resist?"

♪ He held me and we kissed

♪ He held me and we kissed

♪ He asked me then would I marry him

♪ And I foolishly said, "l wouldn't dream of it"

♪ And now that our love is cold as stone

♪ I dream of it

♪ But I dream of it all alone

♪ All alone

♪ All alone. ♪

(SIGHS)

(CRIES)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

Little Hen.

(SNIFFLING AND CRYING)

(VEHICLE RUMBLING QUIETLY)

(EERIE MUSIC)

It's so pretty.

It's OK.

(SIGHS)

I'm here.

(KISSES)

(SOMBRE STRINGS MUSIC)

(JUNIOR SIGHS)

(WINE POURING)

HEN: Endings aren't easy.

Not like beginnings.

But endings can feel alive and exciting too.

My whole life people have been telling me what I like.

What I want. What I need.

I had to become someone different.

Someone else.

(HEN LAUGHS)

- Refill? - Sure.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

HEN: But now I know.

There is only one of me.

HEN: Hello.

(GIGGLES)

What are you doing, little one, hmm?

It's not moving at all.

It's just sitting there.

JUNIOR: What is?

I've never seen one before.

('ALTHOUGH THE SUN IS SHINING' BY FLEETWOOD MAC PLAYS)

FLEETWOOD MAC: ♪ Although the sun is shining

(BOTH SING ALONG) ♪ High above... ♪

(CHUCKLES)

♪ There's one thing on my mind... ♪

Mwah.

♪ You, my love... ♪

(HEN CHUCKLES)

♪ I see a weeping willow

♪ In the park

♪ Like there's this sadness growing

♪ In my heart... ♪

(GUITAR OUTRO PLAYS)

(SONG ENDS)

(WAVES CRASHING GENTLY)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(MELANCHOLY STRINGS MUSIC)

(STRINGS MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(SOMBRE PIANO MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLY STRINGS AND PIANO MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS SLOWLY)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

(WIND HOWLING GENTLY)

(BIRDS CALLING)

(EERIE AMBIENT MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

(BIRDS CALLING)