The Green Sea

Torchlight pierces the blackness of the factory

as the three men enter.

They advance through a broken wall

as they draw closer to the kid's hiding place.

Many of the baby turtles

will be born at night.

Alone and vulnerable, they are an easy target for predators.

When the sun rises, they must commence their journey.

Some will not succeed,

but this is the first chapter

in the life of the green sea turtle.

I'm waiting for you.

What?

That's 97.78, please.

Have a nice day.

Fuck yourself.

Fuck!

Your engine is fucked.

Can you fix it?

So what's the point?

Cost you more to fix it that it's worth.

How much?

I don't think you're listening to what I'm-

No, I'm listening.

Can you just tell me how much it costs

to fix the god damn fuckin' Jeep?

Like I said, you're better off gettin' a new one.

I don't want a fucking new one! I want my Jeep.

Look, that's what I was trying to explain to you!

This is an old model. There aren't many of them around.

Anyway, it's gonna take ages. It's not worth your while.

How long?

A week or two for parts and labor.

I can't do a week or two, I live out of town!

Look, I'll take her in and we can call you taxi.

I don't want a fucking taxi! Just fix my fucking Jeep.

Hey, Nick. Everything okay?

Yeah, the lady's just upset about her car.

So, eh, I just explained to her

that she'd be better off buying somethin' new.

I don't want a fucking new...

Do you mind if I take a look?

By all means. I'm on a smoke break, anyway.

Let's have another look.

See if there's anything else we can do, yeah?

Yeah.

Simone.

Follow me.

Yeah, listen.

I'm afraid he's right. This thing could blow at any minute.

I'm just having a really...

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Listen, I'll tell you what I can do.

A mate of mine has one of these in his yard.

I might be able to salvage what I can to get you around

for the next week or so while the parts are on order.

It's gonna take me a few hours to get it all done,

but if you can come back then?

Yeah.

Thank you.

The trees.

Take me there.

Just in time. I just finished with her.

Now listen, she'll go for a while, but she won't last, okay?

So, uh, do you want me to order those parts?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Great, I'm just gonna need your details there.

- There you go. - How much do I owe you?

Ah, we'll call it an even 100.

I won't charge you for these parts.

After all, they're shot themselves.

You been drinkin'?

- What the fuck is it you? - Are you my dad?

Listen, do I know you from somewhere?

- You seem really familiar. - No, I don't think so.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Hey!

Hey.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Simone.

Ow.

You're awake.

Good. Good, I thought you were a goner.

I was gonna bury your carcass in the woods.

You're not, you're not gonna tell anyone, right?

I mean...

I mean, you know what kinda idiot walks down a country road,

in the dark?

You're, you're probably hungry, right?

You want some, uh, some noodles?

Here.

Get some...

Some hot noodles.

Just, uh...

You can sit down.

Ah, you know what? Just give that a minute.

Is there someone I should call, maybe?

To let them know you're okay and where you are?

I mean, you can try it now. It just needs a minute.

Tell you what, I have to go into town

to get some shit, and uh...

And maybe you can come with me and I can drop you off,

at a bus stop or something.

Okay, cool. Yeah, so...

I'm gonna go change,

and then I think your clothes should probably be dry by then

and then we can, uh, head on into town.

Great.

What're you doing? No one touches my shit!

My fucking shit, you little asshole! Jesus fucking Christ!

How's the leg?

You'll fucking live, I guess.

Um...

I'll go get your clothes.

Wait.

Okay, just take my advice,

as someone who lived on the streets for a bit.

Whatever you're running from, it doesn't matter.

Just go the fuck home.

Your parents are probably worried sick about you,

and plus, you're like perfect rape material.

Okay, go on!

Off you go.

What a fuckin' weirdo kid.

This is fuckin' stupid.

Why the fuck are you still at the bus stop and not on a bus?

I, I didn't have any money.

Jesus fucking Christ. Are you actually retarded?

Don't you have any like friends or family

that you can call for help?

Okay, listen.

You kinda did like an okay job of cleaning my kitchen today,

so maybe we can make a little trade?

A trade?

Yeah, a trade. Like a...

Like I'm not very good at housekeeping, clearly,

and I have a lot of work to do, so,

if you come back to my house and like clean shit up,

I'll let you crash there and even give you a couple bucks

so you can eventually take a bus

to wherever the fuck you're going.

Sound good?

I'm not gonna try and diddle you, kid,

if that's what you're thinking, you're not my type.

Fuck.

What do you say?

In or out? What do you want?

But if you fuck with me or any of my shit,

I'll just drop you off right where I found you, okay?

What did I literally just say?

Put your seatbelt on.

There's a lot of shitty drivers around here.

That should do you.

Uh, wait.

Uh, what's your name?

Simone.

Don't, don't you wanna know my name?

No.

No, I don't give a shit.

We're not friends. Okay, kid?

Don't fucking touch anything.

Oh. Look at you.

It's time to earn your keep, so how about you start in here?

And then, uh...

And then you can do in here.

Uh, cleaning stuff is under the stairs.

There's coffee in the maker.

You break anything, I'll break your face.

The men draw closer.

Approaching her hiding place.

The largest knocks a bottle lying on the ground.

What?

I'm finished.

Okay.

Take a break, then.

Can you not do that?

Sorry.

Kid, I'm working here.

- Yeah, I know. - If you know, then...

Why don't you go watch TV in the living room?

And then when I'm done here,

I will come down there.

Okay.

Space cadet.

The sound echoes loudly in the pitch-black,

waking the girl.

As they approach, she spots their lights in the darkness.

They swing open the door.

But she's gone.

Okay, you can do the rest of the house tomorrow.

Where are you going?

For a walk.

Can I come?

What? No.

Why?

Because, you can't! Because I need space, okay?

I need to do, just a thing for my work. It's my process!

- Process? - Yes, my process!

Like, for work. It's how I solve problems.