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[unsettling music playing]

♪

[music fades]

[woman moaning over video]

[woman moaning, panting over video]

[door creaks open]

[door clicks shut]

Red latte.

Aren't you gonna count it?

It's either enough or it isn't.

-It isn't. -[sighs] Shit.

Look, for that I can give you a regular latte.

Look, I've got a check coming in,

I work freelance and it takes for goddamn ever to get paid.

I'll have the money by the end of the week.

Please?

Yeah, but just this once.

If my boss finds out, he'll take it out of my pay.

-Ugh, what a dick. -[bartender scoffs]

-So what kind of freelance? -I'm an editor.

Huh, no way. For, like, movies and stuff?

Yeah, movies and stuff.

Hm, sometimes more stuff than movies.

Sometimes I don't have a job. Sometimes I do.

And sometimes it takes for goddamn ever to get paid.

Cool.

-With interest. -Trusting you.

I'm a man of my word.

[door creaking]

What the fuck?

[scoffs angrily]

No, Joe, we said $7.50.

No, we said $7.50 and an extra $300 for colour correction.

I don't have proof.

It was a phone call, you shithead.

Yeah, well, your actress has a hemorrhoid

the size of a grapefruit, so good luck with that.

Asshole.

[sighs] Fuck.

[phone buzzing]

Well, dinner's on you, then.

Hey.

Mmm, just this part, watch this part.

I'm watching, like with my whole head.

Mmm, W-- watch-- Oh God, that's a good part.

The way he-- See that?

Can't not see it, the TV's like 10 metres wide.

Next time you can pick something from my collection.

Feel free to peruse, it's all organised by director.

I'm definitely gonna do that.

Did you get that job you were talking about?

The commercial? Yeah.

I mean, no, I haven't heard back yet.

They pay, like, a tonne of money,

so I'll be all set for the summer.

That's if you get it.

-Why wouldn't I get it? -No, I'm just saying, like,

um, you're-- you're an amazing editor, alright?

-I'm just saying. -I'm gonna get it.

No, what I meant was, I'm looking for work now too.

So if I hear anything, I'll let you know.

Just in case.

-Oh really? -Hmm.

What happened to that sick casting job you scored?

Hm, well, it wasn't as sick as I thought,

so I just quit.

Life's too short to deal with crazy clients.

Kevin always says casting isn't even a real job.

You just find people who want to be on TV,

which is like everyone on earth.

They could do that from the bathtub.

Kevin's that weird guy from work, right?

He's not weird.

I met him at that Christmas party.

He's weird.

Hmm, I'm gonna pay you back for this,

-by the way. -What?

It's really not that type of thing.

What would you want to pay me back?

[sighs deeply]

[groans]

[groans]

[groaning and panting]

[sighs quietly]

[Kevin grunts and panting]

Wow.

[Katie scoffs quietly]

Fucking blackballed me.

[chair rattling, squeaking]

[exhales sharply]

It's just porn, you prude sack of shit.

[computer blips]

[ominous music building]

[exhales sharply]

[ominous music continues]

♪

[sighs deeply] Cool.

[sighs]

♪

Pav, get out of my shit.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

[man] It's Luke Skywalker.

-[Katie sighs] Fuck. -[man chuckles]

Seriously, must we?

If I had it, you would have it.

We're coming up on three months here, Katie.

I said I'll have it.

I've been very generous.

Are you fucking deaf? I said I'll have it.

Why are you so rude?

Because you haven't fixed the heat.

You haven't fixed the showerhead.

The windows don't lock, and you're ugly.

Well, you're not exactly on the cover

of Sports Illustrated yourself now, eh, sweetheart?

Besides, you do not pay rent.

Therefore, you're not entitled to complain

like a bitch, hm?

So...

if I don't have that money in my hand

by the end of the month, you're fucking out.

Oh, and by the way...

if you think that I can't smell

that pussy from out here...

[tense music playing]

...you're sadly mistaken.

And believe me,

it's gonna come out of your bond.

[door shuts close]

Motherfucker.

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[exhales sharply]

It's like everyone in Melbourne knows I was [indistinct].

It's not like I was [indistinct]

Katie, this will blow over.

It's just, y-your circle of contacts got poisoned.

Look, you just-- you gotta hang in there till it passes.

Could you do me a favour?

Keep my ear to the ground.

Yeah, that's why you invited me out, right?

-Thanks, Kev. You're the best. -[Kevin chuckles softly]

-Could you also, um... -Get the bill, yeah.

[embarrassed chuckle]

-Don't be embarrassed. -Shut up.

I'm not embarrassed.

I just mean that these things, they happen to all of us.

We get through it.

And hey, this mystery job sounds promising, right?

It's, like, 100% a scam. [chuckles]

But that's where I'm at in my life right now.

The money sounds like corporate gig.

God, you're incredibly right.

Some arsehole in a suit doing his version of charming

needs me to make a soul-swallowing,

child-murdering company look hip and fresh.

Morality's a fickle thing when you're broke, Kat.

What's the most shameful job you've had?

Shameful?

Yeah, like, the grossest one.

The one that you couldn't shake off.

The one that stays with you.

So... [inhales sharply]

...I worked on this one show...

about female players.

And we found this woman

who had a bunch of guys on the go.

And they thought that they were the only one.

And this woman, she was gorgeous.

And these guys were kind of average,

but, you know, they were nice enough.

Anyway... [inhales sharply]

...she agrees to blow the whole thing up and on TV.

Because, you know, it's TV.

So I had to trick these guys into thinking that

they were gonna be on a show about

how wonderful their relationship with this woman was.

And then reveal to them on TV that they were being played.

And it was heartbreaking for some of these guys.

And embarrassing.

But, you know, they'd signed the release form.

We had a three-camera shoot

capturing every pathetic close-up.

But in the end, we just publicly humiliated them

in what was probably one of the worst moments of their lives.

And these guys, they just looked at me...

like, "What the fuck, dude?"

I trusted you.

Some of them had a really tough time dealing with it.

Well, that...

stays with you.

That's acceptable?

And a little porn gets you blacklisted?

Welcome to the world, sweetheart.

You've not just called me "sweetheart?"

Sorry.

Uh, I gotta go.

Look.

We all have these weeks, months, even.

You're tougher now.

As for this weird job, I reckon take the money.

If it's real, right?

I mean, fill your pockets till the next thing comes.

And the next thing will come.

Yeah. Thanks, Kev.

[Kate whispering] Thanks.

Hey, Kev.

Thanks.

[quiet background music playing]

[Katie sighs]

What the fuck?

[faint whirring]

[faint rustling over video]

[dog whining]

[door creaking]

[unsettling music building]

[screaming]

Get off me! Get off me!

What are you doing?

[woman sobbing] Get off me!

-[woman sobbing] -I'm sorry!

[woman choking, coughing]

[man over video] I'm so sorry.

[man's voice breaks] I'm so sorry.

[woman coughing]

[Katie exhales sharply]

Man, I hate student films.

Get off me! Get off me! What are you doing?

Get off me!

[woman shrieking] Get off me!

Get off me! What are you doing? [woman screams]

[woman screaming, shrieking]

[woman choking] Get off me!

[Kate sighing deeply]

[ominous music playing]

♪

[cat purring]

[music continues]

[sighs]

♪

[sighs]

Pav?

What?

♪

Pav?

Pavi?

Oh, my God!

Pav!

[vet] His vitals seem fine.

It's like he's in a deep, deep sleep.

How does this happen?

Could be an underlying condition.

-Could be poison. -Poison?

He never leaves my apartment.

Will he be okay?

I'm not comfortable speculating right now.

We can run a blood panel.

Okay, yeah. Let's do that.

I'd also like to keep him overnight for observations.

It's possible he could wake up out of this in a few hours.

It just doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't.

Um, one of these should go through.

Oh, I also understand

that we'll be taking care of Pavarotti for the night?

So, um...

That'll be an additional $1,200 charge.

[scoffs] $1,200?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Well, anything for our furry little friends, right?

Just the tests.

[Guy] He's gonna be okay.

You should have seen him.

[Katie sniffles]

He doesn't look normal.

[Katie sighs heavily]

I don't understand.

He'll be okay.

Thanks, Guy.

I think we should talk.

About?

[quiet music playing over TV]

Nothing. Nothing.

[Guy exhales sharply]

Wow. [sighs deeply]

Wow is right.

The Indian food was heavy as shit.

[Katie exhales sharply]

You okay?

I was just thinking about Pavarotti.

The singer?

My cat, you idiot.

I have to go get him.

You're leaving?

Well, if he's awake, or he's in pain, I just,

I shouldn't have left him.

I'll come with you.

Guy, I have to go alone.

Okay? Thank you.

Thank you for the dinner.

Well, thank you for, I don't know...

being beautiful?

-[car honks in the distance] -[faint street din]

[grunts]

Pav?

Pavi?

Pavi!

Hi. Oh.

-Hi. -[Pavarotti hisses]

What the fuck?

[phone chimes]

Fuck. Pavi?

Holy shit.

[knocking on door]

[door lock clattering]

[door shuts close]

[scattered conversation over video]

[indistinct mumbling]

[indistinct]

[scattered conversation over video]

[eerie droning]

Have you ever actually tried to talk to somebody these days?

Like, have a real conversation?

-Huh? -[man over video] Sure.

Because you know they're not listening to you.

They're just waiting.

It's like everyone,

they're just waiting, till their turn [indistinct].

They're not taking in anything you say.

That's the problem with everyone these days.

No one listens.

I don't want to hear your problems.

Everyone's got problems.

I've got problems, you've got problems.

And that's the problem. Nobody cares anymore.

Nobody genuinely fucking cares anymore.

[man over video] Is that why you want to do this?

[low, droning music playing]

No sleep. No action.

No cut.

[loud clattering over video]

[clattering continues]

♪

[man choking over video]

♪

[chair creaking]

[music continues]

♪

We don't need this, Pav.

[Pavarotti hisses angrily]

What the fuck?

What's wrong with you?

[loud, ominous music]

Hello?

What the fuck!

[panting]

Who's there?

[sobbing]

What the fuck do you want?

♪

[screaming]

Get off me! Get off me! What are you doing?

Get off me!

♪

[whispering] What the fuck?

[screaming]

[gasps]

[panting]

-[sighs] -[chair creaking]

[sighs]

Arsehole.

[phone ringing]

Mum?

Mum?

Katie? Can you hear me?

Hang on, I'm in the fucking basement.

[Katie sighs]

Okay, how about now?

[mum] Much better.

Yeah, what's going on?

Well, I meant to just call you,

but my fat fingers hit the video button instead.

Um, why were you in the basement?

Um, I was just-- I don't know, looking for something.

I don't know.

I don't like to do this.

I'm fairly uncomfortable, but...

-I was just wondering if... -[Katie sighs]

How much do you need?

500.

Jesus, for what?

Um, they're sending those bills to collection.

From those scans that I had last year.

Didn't your insurance cover those?

Well, not all of it, apparently.

[sighs] All right, just 500, you sure?

Not a dime more.

-Okay, fine. -Are you sure?

Because I can ask your brother if you want.

No, he's got enough going on with the kids and stuff.

I'll send you the money.

You know, I feel so embarrassed asking you.

Don't be embarrassed, Mum.

You floated me all through uni and gave birth to me and shit.

Well, do you mind sending it today?

It's just that I-- I really have to pay it.

He's wearing a harness.

-What? -Um, nothing, Mum.

I'll-- I'll send you the money. I've got to go.

-Katie? -Yeah.

I'm so proud of you.

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[mouse clicking]

A lava lamp?

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

[scoffs]

Okay, okay, um...

okay.

[computer beeps]

♪

[mouse clicking]

Okay, let's see where you came from.

Okay, let's do this.

-[door creaks open] -[bell dinging]

[door clicks closed]

[Katie sighs] Coffee.

You have money this time?

This is too much.

For the last one.

Hm.

Never doubted you.

[Katie sighs]

[ominous music playing]

What's his name?

[barista] Who?

The cat.

We don't have a cat.

But you-- you see a cat?

[sighs] Oh, um, guess not.

Oh, hey, you don't want your change?

Oh, keep it.

Hey, I wanted to ask you, actually.

How'd you get into it?

Into what?

You know, the movies and stuff.

I always wanted to get into that kind of thing,

but it's, like, impossible.

I mean, I write sometimes and edit a little.

I like to mess around with the programs,

but I'm not a professional like you.

-[Katie chuckles] -What's funny?

Being called a professional.

Oh. [chuckles softly]

I mean, does it pay well?

Sometimes.

Better than here?

-Probably. -[barista chuckles]

I just-- I don't have the connections, you know?

Do you have any advice for breaking in?

Sorry, dude. I don't need the competition.

[bell dinging]

[door clicks closed]

[computer humming]

[mouse clicking]

[keyboard clacking]

[woman sobbing]

[ominous music playing]

[woman sobbing]

What is this sick shit?

[sighs] Three down.

[sighs]

[lighter clicks]

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

[panting]

[sighs deeply]

[crickets chirping]

[birds chirping]

[leaves rustling]

[gun clicks]

-[woman screaming] -[gunshot popping]

-[man whining] -[gunshot popping]

[breathing heavily]

It's real.

It's fucking real.

-[breathing heavily -[keyboard clacking]

[phone chimes]

[sobbing]

[computer beeps]

[sobbing]

[computer beeps]

Well, I guess it just always felt like

someone was watching me.

-Narcissist. -[laughs] Don't judge me.

Do you want a chopstick to the neck?

It occurs to me that people

who are really into not being judged

usually have something

that they're afraid of being judged for.

I'm not afraid of anything.

I don't care what people think of me.

Do you think that I'll judge you

if you tell me that you're still editing those videos?

What?

You have too much pride to invite me to a nice meal

and let me pay for it.

Okay, you're right. Well, this is on me.

I just wanted to repay you first.

No, you-- you don't have to explain yourself.

Just know that I don't judge you.

Say no more.

[soft music playing]

I didn't think they were real.

Was that on the table?

[chuckles]

Snuff films are real.

They were very convincing.

And very creepy.

But totally fake.

And I stopped doing them.

I'm just gonna get my credentials back.

Keep haunting legit gigs and build my rep again.

I was gonna wait till later to tell you this.

But I got you an interview at [indistinct].

-What? Seriously? -Yeah.

They're looking for a full-time editor.

The pay's, I don't know, it-- it's fine.

It's probably a little less than fine.

But I thought you'd be great for it.

And they'd actually consider me?

Yeah.

My recommendation's gold there.

And so are you.

Man, I-- I don't know what to say.

Just say you'll go to the interview.

I don't see how it's not yours already.

That is, if you want to work at [indistinct].

Are you fucking serious?

-[Kevin laughs] -[Katie clears throat]

Would we be working together?

Yeah. Sometimes.

-That'd be amazing. -[Kevin chuckles]

I try.

What did you mean by later?

Later?

Yeah, you said you were gonna wait until later

to tell me.

Oh, uh,

I guess I-- I just thought that

maybe we'd hang out after dinner.

Is that presumptuous?

Extremely.

I swear I'm not as disgusting as my apartment implies.

You have a cat?

[Katie] No, I'm just obsessed with getting cat food.

[both laughing]

Oh, he's around here somewhere.

Pavarotti, where you at?

Pavarotti?

Yeah, he was fat when he was a kitten.

Oh, right, so he's not a classically trained tenor.

[Katie laughs]

-Cheers. -Cheers.

It's so weird having you here.

[Kevin] Why?

I don't know, I just don't have many people over a lot,

but since we're, like, co-workers,

don't count as friends.

It's just weird.

I thought I was mentoring you.

Aren't we here so I can give you professional advice?

You are the co-worker

who becomes inappropriately friendly.

Did you say inappropriate?

[both chuckling]

[Kevin chuckles]

So, let me see these videos.

What?

On, no, I...

I don't even want to think about them.

Oh, come on, I'm-- I'm curious.

They make me feel weird.

You can't tease me like that,

you've been talking about them all week.

Come on, they're right there.

[sighs] Yeah, they are.

Just point them out to me, I'll watch them for you.

Dude, seriously.

Just one that I--

I want to know what we're talking about here.

[Katie sighs]

Just one.

And I don't want to see it or hear it.

-[keyboard clacking] -[Katie sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[Katie sighs]

♪

[computer buzzing]

Yeah?

Yeah.

That looked real.

Yeah.

So, uh,

what do you know about these people?

Nothing.

Like, nothing nothing.

Hmm.

[Kevin inhales deeply]

Well, I'm glad you're not doing those videos anymore.

I mean, it must be fake, but...

you're right, it's weird.

[sighs] Yeah, I've been having weird fucking nightmares.

I feel like it's even infected Pavarotti.

He's been acting so strange lately.

So, where is this cat?

Am I gonna meet him or what?

He's around here somewhere.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[car horn honking]

-Oh, my God! -What?

The window's open!

[ominous music playing]

-What? -Pav, are you here?

Oh, he got out?

Pav?

-[Kevin] Pavarotti? -[Katie] Pavi?

Pav?

-Pav? -[Kevin] Pavarotti?

Dude, I never leave my window open.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

Katie, someone's at the door.

-Hey. -What?

Someone's knocking at your door.

Oh, maybe they found him.

[Katie sighs]

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

It's Ronald McDonald.

[Katie sighs]

-It's almost noon. -It's 10:30, and who cares?

You know, if you maybe had a job,

and didn't sleep your fucking life away,

-you might have my rent. -[Katie sighs]

-Hey, hey! -[door shuts closed]

Hey, you better be making a run out that back door.

Because I tell you, if you're not, when I get inside,

I'm going to be dragging you out by your greasy, raggy--

Here.

And it's Sunday.

I'll sleep as long as I fucking want.

It-- it's short.

No, it's two months' rent.

Yeah, the two months you owed me.

Today's the first again, remember?

Can you just give me a couple of days to--

[stuttering] You're out, all right?

You're just--

Look,

I'll give you till the end of the week,

and that is pretty fucking generous.

I have nowhere else to fucking go.

-You have tough titties. -Oh, you really are a--

Oh, really? Really? Oh, really? Really?

Is that the way you want to handle it?

-Really? -Mate, I tell you.

The next time the cops are coming with me.

[door shuts closed]

[both sighing]

I'm sorry.

It's Pavarotti, and he was meant to fix the fucking window.

Maybe we should get out of here.

How about we go for breakfast, why don't you eat?

We can keep looking for Pav.

[Katie sighs]

I actually have something I need to do.

But maybe later this week?

Yeah, of course.

-[Kevin chuckles] -Cool, cool.

I'm going to put on some pants.

[vacuum cleaner rumbling]

[doorbell buzzing]

-Hello? -[Katie] It's me.

Hey, Katie.

I'm sorry, but we can't see each other again.

I've been using you,

and I don't want to do that to you anymore.

You're a nice guy, Guy.

And you deserve someone better than me.

Katie, where's this coming from?

I thought things were going well.

Can you just come on up?

No, I don't want to see your face while I tell you this.

I'm leaving a check in your mailbox

for all the dinners and shit you bought me.

No, I-- I-- I don't buy you things for that.

Uh, I like taking care of you.

Exactly. Just take the money.

Just don't deposit it right away.

Wait, Katie.

Is there someone else?

Katie?

Is it Kevin?

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

[eerie music playing]

[woman panting]

[Katie panting]

[thunder rumbling]

[distorted groaning]

[panting]

[distorted groaning continues]

♪

[woman sobbing]

[Katie panting]

♪

[thudding]

[lock clicks open]

[breathing heavily]

Please don't be.

Don't fucking be Pav.

[Katie gasping]

[dramatic music playing]

[Katie sobbing]

You come highly recommended from Kevin,

and as you can guess,

Kevin's recommendation is gold.

I don't know if he told you much about the role,

but you'll be cutting a lot of branded content,

most of our digital videos, the occasional sizzle reel.

Do you do sizzles?

Yeah, I've done those.

Not everyone's favourite work,

I know, but they have to be done.

Yeah.

Could you tell me a little bit about your work experience?

My work experience?

Uh, sure.

[clears throat]

I've cut, uh, some TV shows

for ABC and for Stan...

for, uh--

yeah, uh, some short films.

I've done some other freelance work,

corporate, commercials.

Uh, can I have a glass of water?

Oh, of course.

[cat purring, meowing]

[ominous music playing]

Here you go.

Thanks.

So, ABC and Stan, that's-- that's fun.

I did a few adult films, too.

Oh. [laughs]

That's funny.

You know, a sense of humour is so undervalued in this field.

Adult films.

That's a good one.

Do you have any questions for me?

-You know what? I really-- -[thudding]

-[glass clinking] -[water splashing]

Um, I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't be. I-- I think we're done here.

Anyway, I have your resume.

Your reel is excellent.

Like I said,

recommendation from Kevin.

-Are-- are you sure I can't-- -Thanks for coming in.

I'm a good editor, you know?

Oh, I can see.

No, but I'm-- I'm, like, really good.

You should hire me.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Hey, you don't have a cat in this office, do you?

A cat?

No.

I didn't think so.

[sighs]

[train horn honking in distance]

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

[computer beeps]

[keyboard clacking]

[sighs]

[keyboard clacking]

[road din]

[door creaks open]

[panting]

[door shuts closed]

[ominous music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[plastic rustling]

♪

[man groaning]

[grunts] Okay.

[masked man groaning in pain]

[man groaning in pain]

♪

[man retching]

[indistinct chatter]

[Stanson] [indistinct]?

-[Katie] Yes? -I'm Detective Stanson.

Officer Johnson told me you had evidence of a murder.

Yes. I mean, I think so.

-Is this it? -Yes.

There's blood in the box.

Yeah. I see that.

There's a video of a man being killed on the hard drive.

-You received this in the mail? -Yes.

-From whom? -I don't know.

If you find out who sent it, let me know.

Um,

w-- wait, what are you doing?

It's a fucking murder.

It's a video clip,

not a murder.

They killed my cat.

Well, you have to do something.

[birds chirping]

Hey.

Kev, what are you doing here?

You stopped answering my calls.

Chad told me you were a little all over the place

at the interview.

You look terrible.

Pavarotti's dead.

What?

-I need sleep. -You-- you need to talk to me.

[sighs]

-Go home. -We both know it's these videos.

Videos can't give me insomnia or kill my cat.

You remember how you asked me

what job had stuck with me the most,

and I-- I told you about those guys

that I lied to for the TV show?

[sighs] Yeah.

One of those guys, after it aired...

killed himself.

And I was the person

that was supposed to reassure him

that we wouldn't make him look like an idiot.

We became friends.

He trusted me.

And I used that trust...

to humiliate him on national television.

And then he killed himself.

For about four months, I couldn't get out of bed.

I was seeing him in my nightmares.

I was thinking about him all the time.

I lost nearly ten kilos.

It was like I had the flu.

[sighs] Kev...

Katie, you have a choice.

I made mine.

I told myself that if I ever felt like

I was manipulating someone just to get good footage,

that I would walk away.

And I've walked away from a lot of money,

plenty of times.

Well, I guess I can always go back to cutting porn.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Katie, I think you should just

wash your hands of the whole thing.

Pass it off to someone else.

Like a referral?

Yeah, I guess.

[sighs]

Just go home, Kevin.

[door shuts closed]

[ominous music playing]

[woman screaming]

[sighs]

[mouse clicking]

[chair creaking]

[keyboard clacking]

♪

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeps]

♪

[sighs]

[sighs]

I'm going crazy.

[road din]

Hey, Joe, it's Katie.

Uh, yeah, I was wondering if you had any work for me.

The hemorrhoid thing? [chuckles]

Come on, I was joking. Just messing around.

All right, well, let me know if you need anything edited.

I'm available.

What kind of opportunity?

Are you fucking serious?

Not in a million years, dude. Go fuck yourself.

Fucking asshole.

What?

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

Sorry, honey, I can't help you.

Sorry, we're not hiring.

-[car honks] -[phone chimes]

[ominous music]

[cars honking]

Mom?

What the fuck?

[phone chimes]

[car honks]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[woman over phone] Is this Katie?

Yes.

Katie, this is Dr. Neenan

at Melbourne Animal Hospital.

I wanted to follow up about Pavarotti's test results.

Um, he actually...

Uh, what did they say?

[Dr. Neenan] It appears he was poisoned.

Poisoned?

Cats can often ingest toxins like antifreeze and detergent.

Even some foods can cause a reaction.

But Pavarotti's case is pretty extreme.

We're unable to narrow down exactly what caused it,

but his blood level suggests significant organ damage.

[Katie clears throat]

Can I help you?

Is the other girl here?

Other girl?

I don't know, um, Olivia?

-Olive? -Yeah, Olive.

Yeah, she's in the back.

I'll go grab her for you.

♪

[Olive] Hey.

Is everything all right?

Uh, yeah, um, are you still into editing and stuff?

Uh, yeah, I am. Why?

When do you get off work?

It's a pretty intimidating setup.

Yeah, real pro shit.

Click that video.

It's really nice of you to help me like this.

[mouse clicks]

You have no idea how much it means to me.

Yeah, I'm a great person.

Click that video.

Uh, drag that into the timeline.

You know the keystrokes, right?

Some of them, yeah, I'm a little slow though.

Well, this is perfect practice, then.

[man breathing heavily over video]

[man choking]

-[man screams] -Oh, my God.

Yeah, pretty gnarly special effects, right?

Well, this-- this isn't real, right?

What do I look like, a serial killer?

Of course it's not real.

Now, the job is super easy.

You see, there's a bunch of different angles.

You just have to put them together,

cut around, throw some scary music under it,

and call it a day.

-How's that sound? -This is too much for me.

This is-- I can't do this.

It's like thousands of dollars, Olive.

-You can do it. -Why is it so much?

Um, I negotiated.

In fact, that's my first lesson to you.

Always negotiate.

You can always get more money from these people.

Why don't you just do it, then?

I wanted to pay it forward.

Besides, you told me you wanted to break in, right?

I do.

I did, but this is horrible.

We all have to start somewhere.

[man choking over video]

[man screams over video]

You know what, Olive?

You're getting more money on your first job

than I did in my first two years.

That is good. I do need the money.

Cafe not paying the bills?

Well, it is for now.

I'm starting a family soon.

You're pregnant?

Wasn't exactly on the plan, if that's what you're asking.

Yeah, I'm eating for two at the moment.

Uh, wait.

I can't let you do this.

-Do what? -This shit.

It's not good for you.

But I thought you just said--

Yeah, I know what I just said.

-Here, get up. -Ow!

-What's wrong with you? -I can't explain it.

You just have to leave.

-You're kidding! -I'm not fucking kidding, dude!

You dragged me up here to show me your weird videos

and now you're pushing me out.

I made a mistake, all right?

Jesus, just get the fuck out of my apartment.

You're crazy. You know that?

Yep, I guess so.

Hey, Joe.

Yeah, just-- just listen to me for a second.

Okay. Just-- just stop.

How much money are we talking about here?

Okay.

Your name?

Um... Rose.

Is this your first time?

First time?

On camera?

You know, I'm not going to blow you right now.

[Joe laughs]

Lauren!

Lauren, this is Rose.

Rose, this is Lauren.

You're pretty.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

You want me to...

Lauren, darling, Rose is here for the first time.

Is this nice?

How does this feel, Rose?

Incredible.

Mmm, my thoughts, exactly.

[Lauren moans]

[Katie moans]

[Lauren moaning]

[moans, sucks teeth]

-Wait. -[Lauren sadly] Mmm.

-What is it, baby? -I don't know.

I don't feel too good.

It's okay, I'll take care of you.

-[Katie breathing heavily] -Hmm.

[traffic din]

[indistinct chatter]

[sounds distorting]

♪

[sighs] Fuck.

Fuck.

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[computer chimes]

No.

[computer chimes]

Fuck.

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[computer chimes]

Yes, yes.

"Self-produce."

You're kidding.

No, no, please.

[buzzing]

Hello?

[Guy] Hey, Katie.

Sorry to bother you so late.

Probably shouldn't be calling.

How are you?

What do you want, Guy?

[Guy] I know we broke up and everything, but...

[sighs] Well, I just--

I just can't stop thinking about you, and I--

I just wanted to get closure.

Maybe--

look, maybe if we can have one more chat,

we can find something out.

Maybe we can even be friends.

At least.

I don't want to lose you in my life.

Can I come over?

[Guy] Um, yeah, of course.

Okay.

I'll be there in half an hour.

[Guy] Great, awesome. I'll see you soon.

♪

Come in, Katie.

Hey.

Oh, wow.

Can, um, can I take your...

-Oh, yeah. -...jacket.

-Thanks. -Just...

Wow.

Wow, Katie, you look...

Wow.

You know, it's so great to see you again.

Do you have anything to drink?

Um, of course, yeah.

Uh, red, white...

You decide.

♪

-[shoe soles squealing] -Whoa, almost lost it.

I'm, um, just going to grab some water.

All right, look, I'm going to set these down.

-Let me get it for you. -Oh, no, no, no.

Just, um, just get comfortable in the lounge,

and I'll be right in.

Okay.

[breathing heavily]

The cups are in the top left-hand cupboard.

[Katie] Okay, thanks.

We should talk.

Mm, I think we should watch a movie.

Really?

You know, I've got this great sci-fi flick

on Blu-ray that you'd love.

No, I'll choose.

Well, sure. Okay.

You've never been interested in my collection before.

[sighs] I realize that. It seems like such an oversight.

What is your favourite?

It depends what genre.

Any?

That's an impossible question.

I'm a bit of a cinephile.

You fuck movies.

No.

I guess you haven't noticed

I've alphabetized these by director.

Now, most people do it by studio or title.

Katie?

[both breathing heavily]

Fuck!

Katie, what the fuck? I can't breathe.

Are you going to let me breathe?

Sorry, I just got carried away.

You're strange tonight.

-I'm the same as ever. -No, no, no.

Something's going on. What's going on?

What the fuck, Katie?

What the fuck's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, what-- what-- where are you going?

What are you doing? What's going on?

I'm sorry, Guy.

Hey.

I mean, it was-- it was just a weird email.

I wouldn't have even clicked on it, but then...

Katie, I saw that it was you with that girl and...

I mean, what the fuck? [sighs]

Are you okay?

I'm gonna die, Kev.

They're gonna kill me.

You're not gonna die, Katie.

Look, I told you, you've got to put those videos behind you.

Throw that fucking computer out the window if you have to.

No amount of money is worth this.

They're after my family.

They're trying to destroy my life.

We don't even know who they are.

Why me?

How did they find me?

Katie, what exactly have they done?

They paid you to edit some videos,

and then they asked you to do some more.

That is it.

They poisoned Pav.

How do you know that?

Because there's things in my apartment.

They're in my apartment,

or I'm-- I'm dreaming that they are.

I don't know what's real anymore.

You think I'm crazy.

No, I don't think you're crazy.

But I don't see some grand conspiracy here.

I see a woman who hasn't slept in a week,

who-- who's struggling to find work,

who's grieving her pet, and is desperate for money.

Am I wrong?

Look, why don't you stay here for a bit?

Hey, just at least until you feel safe.

In the meantime, you delete the Job Hub account.

If they try to contact you again,

you block them.

They'll go away eventually.

It's never too late to straighten things out.

Trust me.

Thanks for everything, Kev.

You were always there for me.

Come on.

Let me get you something comfortable

to sleep in, all right?

[tense music]

You found my studio.

High ceilings.

Yeah, it's costing me a fortune, but it's a good space.

Was it just the one?

Just the one what?

What do you mean?

Was he the only one that you filmed in here?

I don't know what you mean.

Do you want to come back upstairs, Katie?

You don't look so--

I just want to know if he's the only one that you filmed.

Or are they all yours?

I think you're confused, Katie.

Did you think I wouldn't put it together?

This wall is etched into my fucking brain!

He was gonna do it anyway.

And I had--

And you had an assignment.

It's not what you think.

I'm fucking living it, Kevin!

It's exactly what I think!

I tried to refuse, Katie, but they threatened me.

[Kevin breathing heavily]

They threatened my family.

And then they wanted me to...

Self-produce.

I never killed anyone.

It was that one guy in here.

I barely knew him.

He told me that he wanted to take his own life,

and I thought that it was a way that I could keep them happy

without...

really having to do it.

So you made him kill himself?

You-- you can't make someone kill themselves, Katie.

Fuck, man.

You're good.

-I... -Oh.

...I was trapped in it as well.

The same as you are.

You know, that night after it happened,

I went out to buy cigarettes.

When I came back, the body was gone.

They got in here somehow.

I was having nightmares. I was seeing things.

I was sick. I was just like you are.

It's-- it's in my head.

It's just-- it's psychological, but, Katie...

I need you to know that I never killed anyone.

Well, why did they choose you?

I don't know.

They told me that--

that they got my information from some casting producer,

but I don't know any fucking casting producers.

I-- I tried for a long time to figure out who it was,

but I-- I-- I don't know.

Someone must have referred me to get out of their own deal.

I know a casting producer.

Who?

How'd you get out?

Kev?

[shouting] How did you get out?

They were never gonna stop harassing me, Katie.

They were threatening my family.

They-- they hacked my account.

Katie, they've got pictures of my niece.

And you-- you needed work.

No. Kevin?

I didn't know it would be like this.

No. No, no.

I figured you'd just-- you'd find a legitimate job.

And you'd pass it off to someone else

-before the whole thing-- -Don't say this to me!

Don't fucking say this to me!

I was trying to get you a job at [indistinct], remember?

I thought you could get in

and get out without getting hurt.

-[indistinct] -I'm sorry, Katie.

I didn't know you were gonna get this deep.

I-- I was trying to help.

You were trying to fucking help me?

You were trying to fucking help me?

Hey, I'm sorry!

Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

[overlapping shouting]

-Get the fuck off me! -[indistinct]

We're gonna get through this! It's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

We'll get through this. I'm sorry.

-[Katie sobs] -I'm sorry.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -[Katie sobs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna work this out. I'm sorry.

-It's gonna be okay. -No.

I'm sorry.

[Kevin choking]

[Katie sobbing]

[Katie screaming, sobbing loudly]

[screams]

[sobbing]

[screams]

♪

[mouse clicks]

[indistinct shouting over video]

[Katie screaming and sobbing over video]

[Kevin choking]

[Katie screams over video]

[sobbing over video]

[computer chimes]

[keyboard clacks]

♪

[mouse clicks]

[exhales sharply]

♪

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♪

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