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Time to carpe diem woman.
Jacs, come on, you were the one that wanted to go
on that glass boat tour, not me.
Come on.
- Wait, what the-- what the fuck? - Just got too drunk...
No, what? Mate, what's happened?
It's nothing, I was just a fucking idiot.
I was just drunk, I shouldn't have gone home with him.
Just, I'm sorry.
- Was this Raffa? - Sorry.
I'm sorry.
Did Raffa do this?
- No, he's a fucking idiot. - Okay, Jacs,
okay, we need to go to the police.
- Kel, fuck off, no, I'm sorry. - Jacs--
- Just-- - I know it's intense,
but we need to take you to the police,
- okay? - No, no, I'm not going.
I'm not fucking going.
- Kel, it's fine. I'm sorry. - Jacs, okay, well, we need
- to call your mum then. - I don't-- I don't--
- At least call your mum. - No fucking way! No.
We can keep talking about this, but before we do anything,
we need to take a photo.
I'm sorry.
- Look, is it bad? - Jacs.
I mean, we need to do this.
Just take the photo.
You okay?
I think we should take this to the police.
Let's get the tape and go to see the police.
What do you think they're going to say?
Stupid girl, why'd you go on with him?
No. The world has come so much further with these things.
They'll treat it like a serious crime.
I should have just fucked him.
Then we wouldn't have to have this conversation.
Jacs.
Please, baby.
Please, sweetheart.
It's not your fault.
This happened last time.
You just lose it on me. I--
Honestly, it's-- it's-- it's exhausting.
Well, bravo. You finally said something honest
and didn't mask it with a veil of grunts.
I know I'm fucking it up but...
...so are you.
I asked you if Kel was seeing someone
and you fucking lied to me.
Kel knew about us.
- The guy told me.
- What-- What-- How? What do you-- - I don't know.
Does it matter?
We hurt her and she just absorbed it.
Maybe we do belong together.
Both equally disgusting.
Yeah, maybe.
Jacs...
you home?
Hi, hun.
Barry and I want to talk with you.
What the fuck would I want to talk to Barry about?
He has a friend who's a policeman.
And he's going to help us navigate
- the next best steps. - Are you fucking kidding me?
Jacs, it's a crime.
We have to do something.
We all just want to support you, Jacs.
And-- and I can assure you that my friend will treat this
with the utmost discretion. It's his job.
We are not going to let that guy get away with it.
Fuck off.
- What are you doing?
Going back to Sydney.
Iโm not even afforded privacy in my own room
Oh, just stop.
Just stop for a second, Jacs.
Please don't go.
- We should be able to talk about this.
You know, when I was 20...
I went to a gig with this guy who I was...
interested in at the time.
We got very drunk.
And for some...
stupid reason, we stayed up all night drinking.
And drinking until I passed out on the living room floor.
When I woke up, he was...
And I...
was...
too paralysed to do anything.
And I didn't tell anyone.
I didn't do anything about it. I didn't tell Mum and Dad.
I didn't tell anyone because...
I was too embarrassed.
I just let it sit inside me.
Hating myself and letting him do that to me.
Feeling so...
weak.
No, Mum.
You weren't weak.
You were anything but weak.
- Mum. Mum. - I know that you think...
that I'm controlling.
I don't think you're controlling.
- I don't.
But you have a chance to do something different.
I think I know where he is.
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Have you got a niece here or something?
- No. - Oh, what brings you here?
How's, um, Kel?
I'm going to do this right here.
- Look, I'm not quite sure, but-- - I have it all on tape.
The tape you manoeuvred to film yourself fuck me.
Stop pretending.
You remember.
Admit it.
Say it.
I do remember.
And I've watched it.
- You're still here? - Yeah, yeah.
- I've got a meeting soon. - Oh, we're just finishing up.
Ten minutes.
- Okay. - Okay.
So...
what do you want?
You know, it's...
it's weird.
Kel died.
And I thought you had something to do with it for a split second.
That is weird.
Listen, I don't know what you remember.
All I remember is us having a good time.
I mean, it's a bit wild.
But you know, that's just us being young and stupid.
It's going to keep you up at night
wondering what the fuck is so fundamentally wrong with you.
And it's right here.
Acceptance is a small, quiet room, remember?
I want you to see what you did.
I want you to live with it.
And I made copies.
It's Angus. Leave a message.
You really are quite extraordinary, aren't you?
Thanks.
You coming home with me tonight?
Yeah, yeah. I'm going to, um, come and pack up my stuff.
You don't have to pack.
You stay a bit longer.
Well, you've got Baz.
- I want you.
Why were you so late?
No, I just had a shocker at work, so I had to stay back a bit.
You mad at me?
- Yeah, yeah. Um, a bit, I guess. - Fair.
You can just say that, you know.
I wasn't sure he'd even want me here, to be honest.
But you came anyway.
- Yeah.
I want us to figure this out.
Yeah.
Relationship built on secrets and lies from the past.
I feel like a...
ugly, humiliating...
gargoyle of anger and neediness.
No, you're not a gargoyle.
- Sweet talker.
- I'll take it.
- Okay.
I only want to do this if you're comfortable.
I always loved watching you girls...
play and make things.
- Yeah. - Language warning.
I wouldn't expect anything less. I'm-- No, I'm-- I'm good. Yeah.
Okay.
Fuck.
Jacs, my eye is still fucked.
Look at it.
- Look at it. I went to the doctor
and he actually said that...
No, this is a lie.
I didn't go to the doctor. I-- I went on Dr. Google.
- And I looked it up
and it said that it might be herpes on the eye.
- Which, knowing me, is probably true. - This is ridiculous.
Oh. The moves are cool, boys.
- Go, go, jump, jump in, jump in.
- Hang on, I'm coming in now.
- I'm coming in now.
No, I'm not okay. I shat the fucking bed.
- Did you shit the bed?
"She bangs, she bangs".
- Ricky Martin.
Ricky Martin.
But it is deepest in now, it's like...
- Do it! Do the dance. Do the dance.
Do the dance.
You know how like we wave fuck off.
It's like, we go like this.
I feel like this is what Aussies normally do.
I personally want to bring back doing this.
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