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(tape recorder clicking)

(play button clicks)

(swirling tape sounds, female voice) Hey can you help me with the glasses,

I can't carry them all!

OK, sure just let me turn this off. (fire works sounds and people chattering)

- What's that? - Oh, it's nothing. Let me help you.

(tape comes to a stop)

(tape recorder swirling)

(tape recorder plays)

(female voice continues) Has everybody got a glass?

- Good, cheers then! - Cheers! (crowed noises)

(DJ voice)

- (female voice) Hey,see that guy? - (male voice) What did you say?

- That guy! He wants to take me to an island.

- Oh yeah, I bet he does.

(techno music)

-Yeah, right. let's all go!

(mixed voices) - What island? - In the lake! There's an island in the lake.

OK, anyway. I've got these.

What is that? Ecstasy? Oh my God!

I'm not sure, I've had them forever.

- Cool! - So, what do you say?

- We take them and we go to watch the sunrise on the island?

- Yeah, but how are we gonna get there? - With his boat.

OK, but let me a chat with this geezer.

(tape rewinding)

- Another round? - Man, this party sucks.

OK, sunrise it is then Let's pop this and then let's go.

- Meg! C'mon, we're going!

- Chop, chop, then. - OK, let me grab my things.

(tape recorder stops)

(engine noise increasing)

(euphoric music building)

(waves crashing)

(female voice) Wooooh!

(laughter)

-It moves a lot here. -Think about something else.

(distinctive chatter)

- Dude, how far is it? - Not sure mate. Close according to this guy.

- I feel sick. - Mate, are you sure we won't get caught?

(giggling)

What's wrong?

You better not look.

You alright?

- What pills did you give us? - I don't know, stop asking me.

(euphoric music fades)

(birds singing)

(intense forest sounds, animals singing)

- Can you see anything? - Mmh.

Yes, I think it's a hotel.

You might be right, Frenchie, the holiday season is over though.

Yeah, I don't think there's anyone here.

See I told you, that dodgy Swiss guy ripped us off.

- Wanker... - Yeah, I think so.

Well, I don't know, should we try to break in?

Maybe if we break in there might be an alarm and maybe somebody will come?

Do you think we should or not?

- Yes. - Oh, break in?

- Yes. - OK.

- Can you do it? - Yeah, yeah... I could break in.

Eh, I mean how hard can it be, just gotta...

...push innit?

(loud crash)

Ladies first.

Hey.

Memphis, right?

- Memphis? - How's your head?

- What happened? - So much for catching the sunrise.

I drank way too much last night.

It wasn't the booze mate, it was those pills. They were mad.

- This is where we got in? - Yes.

Where's the boat?

Shit! My backpack, man. That fucker has ripped us off hasn't he?

- Morning. What are you guys doing? - We can't find the guy.

What's that?

Ah, that scent, it's just like home.

What was that?

It seems Frenchie has a garden like this back in Paris.

- Seriously? - Oh, an Englishman who speaks French.

and yes I do.

Is that another island?

Maybe he's over there.

He probably has some pills for my headache.

I think you should keep away from pills.

Not much of an "organiser la fete", if you get my drift.

Ah, I'm not getting in there.

What the f...

(music builds, animal sounds build in forest)

(water lapping)

(beautiful forest sounds, birds singing, lush music)

(tape recorder rattling, clicking)

(water lapping)

(in French) Beach sounds on a Swiss Island...

Do you guys know the name of this island?

Your guess is as good as mine, Frenchie.

- You guys? - Sorry.

Where were you, Memphis?

What's with this Memphis thing?

Whatever Just looking around

There's a phone inside but I think it's disconnected.

No rush, there are always a plane to Paris.

This place is gorgeous.

Yeah, mate. take is as some kind of extra time at the end of a match.

Extra time?

- You know when there's a tight?

We should stay until they kick us out.

I don't have to be anywhere quick.

Yeah, why not?

Right, can you all be quiet? I really want record this beach

(tape recorder clicking)

Maybe we could burn something and say like SOS on it.

I nominate you.

I could do that.

- Do you have a lighter? - Yes.

- In my pocket. - Where is it?

- Somewhere, I don't know. - In the chimneys.

- Well for... Maybe use those chimneys.

- Smoke sequence? - Yes.

Do you see that light over there? Oh, it's gone now.

- What light? - There was a light there.

- Oh, I saw it, wait what? - It looks like a lighthouse,

in the mountains.

- Wow. - I didn't even see that splash.

(Ben laughs) I don't think you got to the water.

- (in French) Try again. - OK.

- Let's just stay here tonight. - On the roof?

- Mh-mh.

- Is it not your turn?

- That was a good one.

Let's go check out the rooms.

- OK. - I'll take the suite.

(night crickets blaring)

You can't blame me for hoping for a little more than this.

I don't know what your little french ass is used to

but this is the Ritz where I come from.

- Are you sure you just crash in like this? - Do you have a better idea?

We could crash on the couches downstairs.

I'm not going to sleep uncomfortably for two nights in a row.

- Do whatever you want. - Night.

I'm starting to suss out who the party animals are in this group.

Night, Memph'.

Night... Rude!

We are so gonna get caught.

Yeah...

(deep sigh)

We are gonna get nicked!

Night...

(night crickets, owls singing)

(clicking noise and presence)

- What happened? - Is he alright?

What's going on?

(frantic clicking)

(buzzing electrics)

- What the fuck did he do that for? - What did he do?

He stuck a fork in the electrical panel, the muppet.

Why did he do that?

It wasn't an accident, was it?

- That's reassuring. - We need a first aid kit.

- I'm sorry. - Please.

- Why are you so chilled?

Has he done it before?

I'm not being funny, but you two are fucked up, you know that, right?

Found it.

(gasps in pain)

Never mind his hand, have you check if he swallowed his own tongue?

- He's fine... - Just saying innit?

I could eat..

Hungry anyone?

I'm gonna check in the cupboards.

Did you said you've been backpacking for a year?

Yes, ten months think, almost ten months.

- On your own? - Mh-mh.

You know how it is, when you travel alone, you meet people and travel bits and pieces with them.

What about you?

Just over a year, this is our last stop.

- Back to Memphis from here. - That sucks!

Not Memphis, I mean maybe it does. I don't know I never been. I meant going home.

Yeah, we're not looking forward to it.

What about you, Ben?

Eh... I've been out and about for a year and a half.

I went traveling but I didn't really see much.

I went to Australia but I was working.

Just backpacked my way back home.

- So, how did you end up in Switzerland? - Flew, didn't I?

I didn't really wanna rush back to London.

I thought it would be more fun to via land.

- Mmh. - What are you gonna do

in London when you get back?

I'm not really sure, I'm skint, so any job would do I guess.

What about you? Are you done backpacking?

Yes, I think so. I think I've been away long enough.

I miss Paris.

You don't really strike me as a stereotypical traveler.

Why?

Just that, when we met you at the party last night,

you didn't strike me as a backpacker.

- I have a backpack. - But you're not staying at the hostel, are you?

No, I'm not staying at the hostel.

Are you styling it in some posh hotel?

I don't think it's the accommodation defines the backpacker.

- Doesn’t it? - No, no.

Thank you.

This is fun.

(birds singing)

(birds chirping)

(water running)

(knocking)

(door opening, squeaking)

(soft piano music)

- It's all messed up.

- Stop complaining.

I had it in my pocket and it got wet.

I might have I sat on it. Just leave me some.

- OK.

(knocks)

knocking on the door You are alright, Memph'?

- How do you feel? - I feel great, man.

- Really? - Not unusual the next day.

Is this how you recharge the battery? is it, Memph'?

How often has he done this before? Let's face it, he is pretty rubbish at it.

It can't be that hard if he really means it.

Well, let's help him out.

Nothing else to do around here.

(giggling)

(birds singing)

(water lapping, crickets singing)

(tape recorder clicking)

(voice on tape recorder - in French) Day two. Sounds of the main island...

...an odd tropical island surrounded by the Swiss alps.

Just as bizarre as my travel companions...

...weirdos on the run more than castaways

(water lapping)

(tape recorder stops) (yelling) Ben! Run!

(dramatic music ringing, builds)

(dialogue muted with music ringing)

Fuck... Fuck...

He's gone and done it.

What's going on?

What the fuck...

- Who's the dead guy then? - I don't know.

Did anyone actually talk to him?

- Ben did. - Yes, a bit, why?

- How? - What kind of question is that?

In what language?

The only language I know, English of course.

But he wasn't English was he?

I think he was Italian or Swiss Italian.

Probably, I don't know, the music was loud.

and to be hones you all sound the same when you speak English.

French, Italian. It's hard to say.

We don't even know his name.

shit...

Maybe he had documents on him.

There is no need.

Look.

- That's him, right? - Yes.

A bit younger but that's him.

I found it in the office.

- Can I see? - Sure.

(in French) Owners son.

He must have been the hotel owner's son.

We can do it.

No, we can't.

- OK... I can do it.

You just wanna top yourself.

still...

Drowning is got to be better than burning like a monk.

I wasn't trying to...

An electric shock causes arrhythmias around heart,

meaning that the heart doesn't contract in synchrony around the different chambers

causing the elimination of blood flow.

But yes, burns also occur.

Fucking hell, mate. That's intense.

Anyway, it's got to be what four or five miles from here?

I'm a good swimmer.

Anyway it's too far.

Go right ahead, mate, yeah.

When you wash on that the beach, they'll come looking for us.

I can do it.

Oh for fuck sake. Let me break it down for you, shall I?

This isn't a Caribbean island, we are on. we're in the middle of a Swiss lake.

Before you even start swimming

the water will freeze your suicidal balls off.

- Once in a while... I just get down. - Yeah, no shit! You big freak.

(tense music)

We'll fill him up with these. Everyone will think it's a suicide.

- Are you joking? - No, I'm not. Do you have a better idea?

- Not this dumb. - Yeah that's mad... you can't...

- What? - We should call the cops.

- I can't go to jail. - It's not like we did it on purpose, is it?

We gave him the pills, am I wrong?

You're all still alive, right?

Yes, but the Swiss guy ain't gonna eat fondue any time soon, is he?

- Listen, I can't go to jail. - What you implying that we can go to jail?

I'm not saying that. What I'm saying is that we have an easy solution.

- That's just... - Pointless.

It's also a very dumb idea since that guy died

as a result of ingesting those pills.

they'll already find traces in his blood.

That settles it, then. We are all going down holding hands.

- Happy, princess? - I'll just figure it out on my own.

Yeah, go figure it out on your own.

- I think you we a little hard on her. - Good!

- It's a terrible idea. - At least she has an idea.

I never liked her anyway.

I feel bad.

Are you sure?

(tape recorder starts)

- Can I ask you some questions?

- Do you need to tape it? - I do.

- I record places and people that I meet. - Why?

- because I can listen to it at home and it's much better than a photograph.

- I can see that.

Good then. Indulge me!

- Look we all chose to stay and thought he ripped us off.

Now we know he's dead, it's nobody's fault

or if it is, it's everybody's, him included.

So let's forget about it.

Jesus, I just wanted to ask you about your travels.

Oh. OK.

I have an idea, just follow me.

(tape recorder clicks and stops)

rustling leaves

What is it now?

We can stage a suicide.

- I thought we already went over this Memph... - We can fake it. I know how...

- Yeah I know you know how but-

- All we got to do is to write a suicide note and let him go.

- Just Get rid of the body? Is that all we have to do?

- This alpine lakes are very deep and we got plenty of rocks.

- Fucking hey you want to create a bigger crime

to cover up a smaller one are you sure?

- You took the pills too and you're OK.

- Yeah pipe down frenchie. You just want to keep dad out of this, yeah we get it!

I didn't hear you say anything about that guy.

Alright, alright, let's not go all Lord of the Flies here.

Ben, this makes sense.

OK, then?

(water lapping, music ringing increases)

Are you okay?

(magical and mysterious music)

(tape recorder clicking)

(clicking)

(female voice) Do you mind?

No, go ahead.

- How are you? - Really?

That's a loaded question right now.

I found this old typewriter,

we could use it for the note.

- It seems like a lot of work.

- We don't know his handwriting and plus you don't want to leave your calligraphy on it,

do you?

- Look, I'm really sorry. I must have must have come across like a real bitch, but...

- Hey, no worries. None of us behaved our best.

- Did I talk you guys into it. - No, I don't think so.

- What did we do?

- Listen, I don't want to talk about it now, and neither do the others.

my piece of advice, just drop it, OK?

Anyway, it's too late now, might as well move on.

- OK, I leave you to it.

(tape recorder clicks and stops)

(water lapping)

(birds chirping)

I'm almost ready... almost. (clicking)

It works!

You gonna need to translate for us all.

So...

Shall we start with "Dear mom and dad"?

- OK what then? - I don't know. Something simple, innit like...?

Like "No more pain, wake no more, nobody owned..."

OK Ben, we don't need a quote. We need a suicide note.

I know I know... I don't know, actually. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. Would I?

It's one of those things you really only get one shot at. Ain't that right Memph'?

- What? - You are the poster child

for the one-way ticket.

I don't want to be a sycophant but I love your work.

- Can we use one of yours? - I've never wrote one.

- That's inconsiderate... - Ben!

OK, so it just needs to be an apology to his parents

for the pain he's caused.

I mean, what would we write to ours, if we never to see them again?

I really don't I just like to take the piss a bit you know.

Let's face it, they're easy targets right?

No, fuck, I just can't stand how English people

that go spend a year in Provence

and then write crappy books about it.

- I might have to agree with you. - See?

How are you gonna entertain yourself in Paris, Frenchie?

I'm sure they'll already have a plan for me when I get home.

Family pressure?

- Yes. - What makes you think...

- Screw them. - In so many words, yes. Thanks, Meg.

- I didn't want to go down the spiral... - Anytime, anytime!

No, really, thank you.

Anyway my family is not a typical family.

- Do you think ours is? - Not for a second mate.

- No offense, but... - I suppose not.

What awaits you at home?

Not much.

- I don't want to go home just yet. - We run out of money.

- We can make more. - I can't see that happening.

- Oh visas, yeah? It's kinda hard to work without them.

- You should go East. - We just came from Cambodia, Vietnam.

- We got some gigs there. - Meg, have you seen my lighter?

- What gigs? Do you play? - No, not really.

What then?

- Never mind... oh, got it. - What is it?

- Stand up comedy. - Shit...

- Wow! - She is pulling our leg right?

(laughs) Oh fuck off!

- A suicidal comedian? - Ben, don't be rude.

Oh come off it Frenchie, I can imagine what lightning Memphis here

is a comedian as much as I can see you,

a vestal virgin walking down the isle marrying some commoner.

- That's very presumptuous. - What is?

I mean to assuming she wouldn't do it, you hardly know her.

- What marrying someone of a lower status than hers? C'mon.

- No...

What are you talking about by the vestal virgin comment?

I can just about stretch the power of my imagination so far to see him in front of a bunch of Vietnamese,

- But you... - Presumptuous again.

Put the wine down, you're winding me up.

- there's no way- - I never said I was.

Then what are you saying?

I'm just proving that you always make the wrong assumptions about everybody..

OK, then I'll stand corrected.

No, fuck it. No, sorry...

For the sake of learning this invaluable life lesson today

are you trying to say that although you did have carnal knowledge of man...

- Assuming again. - Alright then, or a woman.

In that case, we have to go down this whole technical rabbit hole which I'd rather avoid.

Good call.

- I'm out on a limb here mate, can you not... - On your own dude.

- This wood is a bit green. - Anyway you were saying?

I'm don't know anymore...

- I'm going to make us dinner. - OK.

- Will you help me? - Yes, sure.

Not hungry?

- Yes... - Let's go. - Sure.

What's going on with this bed thing? Who makes them every day?

(loud clang - power off)

What the fuck man!

Memphis, prick!

I'll kill you myself, twat!

chirping

Don't touch it.

- Where are you going? - I'm off for a while.

- Off for a while? Off where? - Sightseeing.

- Sightseeing what? - The island.

That won't take long.

Yeah maybe, but there is plenty of stuff I haven't seen and I'm bored.

I'll send you a postcard when I get there. (laughs)

(water lapping)

Working on your tan?

- What are you up to? - Check this out. Joyce was here.

Apparently, he worked on Ulysses on this island

before sending it to his editor.

What do you know about Ulysses?

Do you get proper literature across the pond, do you?

Aren't you fun. Yes, we do get proper English literature.

Joyce was Irish.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

But let's not hold it against him shall we?

I mean did you actually read it? Most people just claim they did?

I read it. It's my mum's favorite book.

- I didn't understand much but... - Me neither.

- Is she an English teacher? - What?

Your mum, does she teach English?

Yes, how do you know?

- Wild guess... Joyce... - Oh, right.

What do your parents do?

Housewife and a professional piss-head.

- Piss-head? - Full-time drunk.

Right, bu what does he do for a living?

- He's been on the dole since I can remember.

- A doll?

Not a doll. The dole! It's like some kind of unemployment benefit thing.

- You're kidding right? - No, why?

It's just that... You seem kinda...

- I thought you were from a middle-class family. - (laughs) No way!

- I really thought so. - Why?

I don't know.

It's got be the accent, innit?

Dumb Americans, as soon as you hear a British accent,

you think we're smarter than we actually are.

- I'm only pulling you leg, Meg. - Oh, so you do know my name.

I thought it was all "Memphis, Frenchie."

Yes, they are Memphis and Frenchie and you're Meg, innit?

I feel honored.

Yeah you should.

(birds chirping)

(crickets)

No sex please, we're British?

(Ben sighs)

Come sit with me.

Oh dear, look at the state of this pool.

How could you possibly put up with it madam?

You know, when I'm abroad, I lower my standards.

Come sit with me, I need to talk to you.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

- I spoke with the freak last night. - Oh yeah? Which one?

The girl freak.

And apparently the boy freak likes to do these kind of things

every once in a while. - Yeah, so it seems.

So what you telling me, we're stuck on an island with suicidal Crusoe?

Yes, I guess.

I could get used to this.

Don't let me twist your arm.

No need my dear.

Ben, can I ask you some questions?

(clicks buttons, whirling sounds)

OK can I have it back it's my journal.

- Of course you've got a journal.

Yes of course, so can you please tell me something about yourself?

- Something interesting? - Wouldn't you like to know!

Not really, but you're here, so tell me something.

Maybe later, Frenchie.

OK.

The moon's leg.

- This one? - Yes.

You can just say it's my right leg, that would be easier.

You need to be a bit more open to the elements into the...

the point of the exercise otherwise it's not gonna work.

Lift your moon arm up, please,

and just lean into the sun.

But, with an element of openness, or it's not gonna work.

- Got it? - I'm open.

- Thank you. Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

- Feel a bit more relaxed, yeah? - No!

I think you're blocking yourself, Memphis. Now try again the other side.

What are you doing?

- Is this mean to be yoga? - Yes, well how very observant, well done.

Shake it up, now.

Relax a bit.

Cool so eh... gonna do the other side. You know the drill don't you so...

- Don't let her distract you alright, just... - Sorry I'm not even here.

OK, the sun's leg meets the sun's arm.

I thought it was the moon's arm.

We're doing non the other side now, Memphis, come on! So yeah now this is the moon's arm.

Good. The sun's arm, the sun.

- Do you see the sun? - Yes.

Cool, shake it out.

Turn to me, you see.

- How do you feel? - Ah, just like normal.

- But a bit more relaxed? - No.

You look relaxed.

You do, it's your posture, it's saying relaxed.

I think you needed it. It's good isn't.

You guys carry on, I have a much better idea, fun game.

- OK. - See you in a bit.

- Bye! - Have fun!

You look more relaxed. You do, yeah.

Your posture is more... chilled.

Yes, but I don't think yoga is my thing.

Everyone says that but it works for your mate.

You gotta keep it up, Well done!

(laughter)

- Are you guys serious? - Don't be so boring, it's the rule.

- Yeah come on. - I like this.

What?

- Just this innit? - Wait until you guys have to do it.

- Oh yeah? - Couldn't you get cold beers at least?

- What kind of penalty would that be? - OK, stop chit-chatting. On my say so.

- C'mon. - Ready.

- Steady. - OK.

- Squeeze! - Come on!

- Come on, Memphis! - Come on you can do it.

Come on, Frenchie.

Memphis, c'mon mate, she is blitzing pass you.

I've seen you do it before. You can do it.

She's wiping the floor with you, mate.

- You can do it. - And it's good for you as well!

- You're almost there. - Come on.

(laughter, overlapping lines)

- Oh my God, she's winning! - Memphis!

- It's so sour! - No!

- Quit whining! - She's winning. Oh God!

- I like this too. - Right? Oh my God, are you okay, Memph?

Yes, it's cool.

- Chug it, you got to chug it now. - Let me get one of these

- It's warm beer!

You're all sticky, don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Can you help me?

Do you know what time it is, Memph?

- It's beer o'clock, mate. - Chug it.

- You played the game. You have to do it.

- I don't want to. - No.

- That's what you get, if you don't drink it.

- Françoise will push you off the island. - That's very true.

- You have to do it. - Shit. - It's sticky.

- Yeah if you don't- - One, two...

Three!

(voices, laughter, soft music)

(voices fade)

(voices quieten, music takes over)

Alright, are you guys ready?

- Born ready. - Alright.

(atmospheric, slow, romantic piano music)

Oh, come on.

- That's cheating. - Prove it.

- A little gift from the island. - Oh are we having mushroom soup?

Oh God no! I'm not eating that 60s hippie crap.

Well, it's one way to keep traveling.

- Yes - Thank you.

I'll do it

Of course you will, it's your brain to cook, mate.

We can always plug you in to bring you back.

You are not going to die, all my father's friends do it.

- All your father's friends? - Yes, Ben. Anyway it's not dangerous.

Have you tried it?

No, not yet but I am their chosen guide to their journeys.

- Would you do that for us? - Of course I would.

I'm starting to reconsider my own family, hanging out with you lot (giggling)

It's going to be fine.

It's not dangerous, You're not going to die.

Don't tell him that. You spoil all the fun for him.

Do it.

(soft music playing)

(song: "Dawn Chorus" by Thom Yorke)

(tense animal sounds)

♪ Will I be the voice ♪

♪ and react my friend ♪

♪ like a fool once more ♪

♪ and do silly things like cry ♪

♪ Crazy things like die a little bit ♪

♪ Just a little bit will start ♪

♪ Salty tears dear heart ♪

♪ Like it did not take ♪

♪ too much ♪

♪ to start ♪

♪ Our love affair that lives a while ♪

♪ Love affair that breathes ♪

♪ the while we make out there ♪

♪ Our love affair that lives a while ♪

♪ Love affair that breathes ♪

♪ the while you're living there ♪

♪ and it lingers yet with me ♪

♪ Like the constant sea ♪

♪ So I'll walk into ♪

♪ the dark ♪

♪ all night ♪

♪ Crazy things like die a little bit ♪

♪ Just a little bit will start ♪

♪ Salty tears dear heart ♪

♪ Like it did not take ♪

♪ too much ♪

♪ to start ♪

♪ our love affair that lived a while ♪

♪ love affair that breathes the while you make out there ♪

♪ Our love affair that lives a while ♪

♪ Love affair that breathes while you were there ♪

♪ and it lingers yet with me ♪

♪ like the constant sea ♪

♪ So I'll walk into the dark ♪

♪ all night ♪

♪ Doing silly things like crying ♪

♪ Crazy things like die a little bit ♪

♪ because it's time to go ♪

♪ Yes it's time to go ♪

♪ because it's time to go ♪

♪ Yes it's time to go ♪

(music fades) ♪ because it's time to go ♪

(helicopter rattling in distance)

(night birds sing)

That settles it, then. Tomorrow, first thing, we get the fuck off this island.

- We can't leave now. - Yes, we can.

How hard can it be driving a dingy old boat like that anyway?

No we have to finish the note.

- Yeah, right. - She's right.

I appreciate that, but we could be found here.

And so what if we do get found, nobody could blame us for anything.

- Oh yeah, you think so? - I do.

I don't want to stay around here to find out alright?

And I thought you couldn't wait to get out of here.

We owe it to him and his family.

We don't owe anything to anybody. Okay? It just happened.

- It's nobody's fault. Shit happens. - It's just decency, Ben!

- They deserve to know... - Know what?

- Something. - We couldn't even decide anything right.

We stared at that piece of paper for hours right?

We got rid of the body, we need to carry through with it.

You two are talking out of your assholes, I'm off tomorrow, OK?

You dummies can do what hell you want.

You are not going anywhere.

Oh mate, don't be such a head fuck, Memphis...

Your fucking brother man.. I swear to God...

(night birds, distant crickets)

It can't be a suicide note.

It's gotta be a goodbye letter.

What?

Something we would we write to our parents

to tell 'em we are off to a long trip.

- What for? - I don't know, to give them a little hope.

Hope? That's just cruel, man.

Is it, Ben?

(water lapping)

(loud birds and forest sounds)

(tape recorder clicks and starts)

What are you recording now?

This silence.

How are you going remember us being if we are quiet?

Well, you are making sure that doesn't happen.

I feel like bad saying it, but I'm really not looking forward going home.

Yeah, extra time is over.

(in French) - Everything is becoming so hideously easy, even forgetting pain.

- What?

I don't know, I heard it in a movie, a few days ago.

Who knows, maybe we did the right thing.

OK, let's be quiet. I want to remember it like this.

(tape recorder stops)

(Rattling)

(clicking)

(night birds)

I almost envy the bastard.

How's that, Ben?

He gets to go on traveling, innit?

- True. - Think about it.

To think I would drown myself!

Sorry to lower you to such a common level, mate...

... on second thoughts, he's done it.

- It might be quick but... - What?

The body stays underwater

until bacteria in the gut and chest cavity

produce enough gas, methane, hydrogen sulfide, carbon dioxide

to float it to the surface, like a balloon.

Oh for fuck's sake, are you making an aesthetic issue now?

- Who hurt you? - It's just not my style, that's all.

Whatever, thanks to your exceptional forensic expertise,

we can assume this poor sod didn't mean to rip us off.

he probably got too fucked up on pills

and, accidentally and unspectacularly, drowned.

- What if this is it? - What do you mean?

What if this is as good as it gets for us?

Cheers, Memphis.

(song: "Blend" by Aldous Harding) ♪ Hey man ♪

♪ I really need you back again ♪

The years are plenty

♪ Somewhere, I have a watercolor you did ♪

♪ I saw you walking on the sand ♪

♪ And I learned ♪

♪ I used to watch you from the van ♪

♪ It was your band ♪

♪ don't let us bully you, baby ♪

♪ Got problems of the heart ♪

♪ and you're the perfect blend ♪

♪ can't seem to let you off the chain ♪

♪ That is our name ♪

♪ Few of your letters came from linner ♪

♪ she's gonna struggle day to day ♪

♪ but she deserves a place ♪

♪ You went walking in the sand ♪

♪ and you're the perfect blend ♪

♪ You're the perfect blend, you're the perfect blend ♪

- I'm thinking of changing my stage name. - What?

I said, I'm thinking of changing my stage name.

Lightning Memphis yeah?

Lightning Memphis.

Oh mate, you're not all that funny, you know that, right?

(tape recorder clicks)

(sounds of forest and birds, crickets)

(soft music)