Bad Girl

Just admiring the house.

Liz and Tom Buchanan.

We're a K back up the road. Third house on the left.

Hi, I'm Michelle Anderson.

This is my husband Peter and our daughter, Amy.

- Oh, you're about the same age as our girl, Chloe.

Once you've settled in, you should drop by.

Sounds great.

- Nice to meet you. - Bye.

- We're still unpacking, but you get the idea.

- Your mother chose the fittings.

It's like a display home.

- Good, that's exactly what it is, so keep it clean.

- And we're what, the display family?

Something like that.

Oi! Get out of it!

Hey, this is private property!

Neighbors.

- Come on, Amy. I'll show you your room.

Nuh, I'll find it.

She's in.

Phew.

- Hey, Em, you packed? - You at the new place?

- Yeah, fuck, it's like North Korea.

How's the family?

- It's weird. They're all smiles, like nothing happened.

Is Rosie driving? - Mm-hmm.

You sure about this?

- Fuck, Em, they had me locked up. Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, okay.

- By the time they wake up, we'll be in SA.

Yeah, sure.

See you soon. - All right.

Love you. - Back at ya.

Whoa!

What the fuck!

A slowing housing market...

- Just wait. It could be those dickheads next door.

Oh, hi.

- Oh I'm sorry, you're busy. - No, not at all.

- Oh, people normally eat dinner around this time

but I just thought because you guys are city types...

I mean not that you're...

- You're the Andersons, yeah? It's on the billboard.

- You must be Chloe. We just met your parents.

- Right. Yeah. I should apologise for them.

- Hey, I need new sheets. A bird shit on mine.

Amy!

- What? Don't freak out, it flew off.

Oh, excuse us.

- Uh, Chloe, this is our daughter, Amy.

- Hi. - Hey.

How can we help you, Chloe?

Right, um, sorry.

- I figured you guys could use a cleaner.

I do all the houses around here, so...

- Give her the job. She's display worthy.

We've got it covered.

- Okay. Uh, well, if you change your mind...

- Thanks. - We'll let you know.

Okay. Thank you.

- We need a cleaner. - Yeah, not that one.

What? Where there's one teenager there's a hundred

with booze and pills and dirty shoes

tracking over the floors.

You really want a repeat of the last house party?

Fuck's sake!

Well, if they want to fly first class from Shanghai,

fly them first class.

Well, if we don't move those plots soon,

you can say "sayonara" to the whole deal!

Yes, I know that's not a Chinese word.

Just make it happen.

There's some potential buyers flying in in a couple of days.

Need to make a good impression, yeah?

- You can get your hair cut if you want.

Maybe hit the stores for a new outfit?

Great.

Great.

- I liked her. That, uh... that local girl.

Hmm? Zoe?

Chloe.

Chloe. Right.

What is that?

It's just the house.

She's making an effort.

Don't we know it.

Hey.

You're a great Mum.

- Hey, I'm at the bridge, how far are you guys?

Call me back.

Em?

Fuckheads!

- Hey, it's Em. Leave a message.

Em, were are you?

Em, pick up.

I know you're there.

Em? - No, it's Rosie.

Oh, um, hey. Hey.

Hey Rosie. Um, where are you guys?

- We're at Em's. We haven't left yet.

- What do you mean, you're still at Em's? Fuck.

Now's not a good time.

Well, can I talk to...

- She can't talk to you right now.

Why?

- I mean, you can't force her into anything.

- I never forced her into anything!

- Are you fucking high? - What...

- You know what a bad influence you are?

- Yeah, I'm the bad influence? Hey, fuck you, Rosie!

- Oh, fuck you. Enjoy your night.

No no no... Fuck!

Amy?

Amy!

Help!

Help! - Okay, okay.

Grab onto me. I've got you, okay?

Use your feet. Come on.

Okay, okay, hey, hey look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

It's Chloe.

I'll take care of you.

You look like shit.

Since when do you work here?

Since I saved your arse.

I said you were drunk.

That's all.

We're not here to judge you.

We just want to understand why.

- I don't know. Guess I'm just bad.

- What if the police found you? You know the deal.

No drink, no drugs, seven o'clock curfew.

Yeah, I got the memo, thanks.

- They'll send you straight back to jail.

There's all kinds of jails.

Oh, Amy, come on.

Don't touch me.

Hey!

- You're to stay on the property!

I'll get her.

Chloe, wait!

- Oh, leave her. She might listen to her.

Amy, stop.

Amy!

Where are you going? - Away.

You've got no shoes on.

Amy look, if you uh...

If you want to talk about anything,

you know, seriously, if you need a friend.

I've got friends.

They were going to pick me up last night

until you stuck your nose in.

Amy!

Amy, stop!

Fuck!

- I told your folks I'd bring you back.

Well, that was dumb.

And they're not my folks.

You're adopted?

Not just a pretty face, huh?

What are you doing?

Getting the fuck out of here.

Hey!

Come here!

Mojo!

Mojo! Come here.

Come on!

Fuck sake. Come on, boy.

Don't you fuckin' dare.

Pull over! Amy!

Fuck!

Who leaves their car on empty?

What, are you sulking?

Come on, that was fun.

- Yeah, until we get arrested it's great.

Where are you going?

To tell your folks.

Kiss-arse.

So what, you're just gonna abandon me?

Hey!

Hey!

Don't think I'm just gonna let you waltz right back

into your cushy cleaning job.

Car thief.

- Fuck, if you wanna leave, just leave.

There's a bus that goes through town every afternoon.

Get on it.

Or are you all talk?

I just stole a fucking car.

- Yeah, how's that working out for you?

- What time's this bus? - I don't know. 3:00?

Fuck.

Here, let me.

There's glass in it.

No, I just can't do it.

The whole happy families routine.

They're number five.

Been with them since I was twelve.

Part of Michelle's Catholic guilt trip.