Glitch

Paddy!

- What is going on? - Darling, everything's OK.

You just need to tell me what floor Professor Heysen's on.

3B. She's downstairs.

Phil!

You raped and murdered me.

I sent an innocent man to prison. I'm gonna reopen your case.

Oh, fuck.

- You've been in the wars. - Nah, just the one.

You've been returned to us,

which means that we have a chance to save you.

There's some people around here might want to hurt you.

If you come with me, you'll be safe.

I'm here to take you back to your friends.

Owen's been shot!

Go to the lake house and I'm gonna meet you there.

OK.

Everyone who came back has to die. Come on.

This is wrong.

Who are you to tell me what I can or can't do?

- Got the tickets? - Right here.

Right, listen, this has my number programmed into it.

When you find somewhere to stay, give me a call, OK?

Yes, Mum. Yeah.

Just because the boundary's disappeared

doesn't mean you'll be safe in Melbourne.

Never been safe for me here, has it?

There might be others around, like Phil and Sarah.

Why do they keep coming for us?

Oh, will you two nannas stop worrying? It's done and dusted.

Hey, Charlie, can you pop the bags on the bus, please?

- Sure. - Don't you hog the window seat.

Listen, I... I've written up my statement,

about how Pete got me to plant that T-shirt.

I'm going to send it to Homicide, ask them to reopen the case,

try and get Kevin Brunner exonerated.

What's the point?

- I wanna make it right. - It's too late. Damage has been done.

- Ready? - Yeah.

OK, last thing,

this should be enough for a place to stay and some food, all right?

Promise me you'll call me when you get there.

- Yeah. - Dress warm.

- Always carry an umbrella, all right? - Bye.

See you.

- What's it like in the city? - Don't know.

Got myself murdered before I could find out.

- There's 1,000 bucks here. - That's enough for a year.

Don't be stupid. It's, like, two months, tops.

I thought you told Chris we'd be two days.

No matter what, I am never coming back to this shithole.

I'm not gonna miss the freaks of Yoorana,

I can tell you that much for free.

How do they build them so high?

Trust me, it is going to look even better

from our five-star penthouse.

- Look, I don't have any ID. - Sorry, can't help you.

- _ - Maybe we should go.

Where? We've tried everywhere else.

- Can't you just take the cash? - All right, $150.

You've got to be kidding. That's double.

Two nights. Thank you very much.

Enjoy your stay.

For 150 bucks, it better have its own fucking spa.

I told you, I didn't fucking take it!

- Fuck you! - I didn't take it!

This isn't the penthouse, is it?

I had it so planned out back then, you know?

Move to the city, get a job as a waitress or in some bar,

go out every night and have a fucking life, finally.

So, is that what you're gonna do now?

Yeah. What's stopping me?

- I'll be in the, um, en suite. - Yeah.

- Kev. - I love you, Kirstie.

You don't have to say that, you know.

I'm still going to sleep with you.

All right, virgin to virgin, do you want to do it?

Did you really mean it?

About never going back to Yoorana?

Course I did.

What will I do in the city?

You could be a cop or a bus driver.

You wait.

We're gonna take this place by storm.

- Hello? - Where's Heysen?

I can pass on anything you have to report.

William Blackburn put up a fight. He's not just some civilian.

Someone else is helping him, so who else might that be?

The local cop, Sergeant James Hayes, he might know something.

- Doctor. - Hello?

We found something.

We're going in here.

Ready, Charlie?

Nah, nothing here I like. Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on!

Run! Come on!

Wait! Why are we running?

Ta-da! Five-finger discount.

- You stole it? - It was overpriced anyway.

You've got to take it back.

No way! I'm wearing it to Blade tonight.

- I don't think I want to go. - Oh, shut up.

You're going, and you're gonna love it.

- Fuck! What the fuck?! - What are you doing here?

- Phil! It's my house. - You're meant to be at work.

Are you fucking paranoid?!

I took an early mark, all right?

Someone's coming for me, hmm? Could be you.

You're not making any sense, Phil. You know that?

You owe people money.

- Is that why you're laying low? - I did the wrong thing.

You're only human, mate.

- I broke the rules. - What rules?

What are you talking about?

Listen, mate, I think you better go home.

I can't.

Well, Kath'll take you back. She always does.

- They could be at Kath's right now. - Who?

- Is this Blade? - I cannot believe I am actually here.

Bit of a dump.

I fucking love this song!

Stop it. Hey.

- Stop. - What's the problem?

People are watching. It could be... dangerous.

All right, my lovelies!

Tonight, we're going all the way back to the '80s...

Some of us never left!

... the time of big hair, big shoulder pads and great drugs.

Are you ready?

Yes!

All right, question one,

which song earned Madonna a number-one single in 1989

in both the USA and the UK?

Crazy For You!

Second question.

Charlie, wait!

It's not far now.

Hello, fellas.

Good one, Charlie.

It's him. He lured me here.

Fucking nancy.

Charlie!

- Bonus question. Are you ready? - As I'll ever be.

I'd say cast your mind back to the '80s,

but looking at you, sweetheart,

you've done less miles than my G-string.

- You'd be surprised. - All right.

Finish the words to this famous '80s song.

"You in that dress"

"My thoughts, I confess, verge on dirty."

All right! Kirstie, trivia superstar! You've won the bonus prize.

Don't put it all in your mouth at the one time, OK, sweetheart?

- Did you see that? - Hey, can we go?

- I have never won anything in my life. - I wanna leave. Now.

No way! Go find a boy to pash.

You don't know what you're talking about.

OK. Shit! Wait up.

I could have my own bar! '80s night every night of the week.

They'll be lining up!

New car, big house.

I'm starving. Are you fucking starving?

Maybe we could sell this.

What is this place?

Family Planning?

- What does that do? - Solves a problem, that's what.

- Hello. - G'day.

G'day.

Oh, God! It's so hot.

It stinks.

What do you, um, want me to do with your meat?

Oh, shit.

Kirstie?

Um, excuse me...

Oh. It's not my birthday, is it?

I'm sorry?

- You're in my room, handsome. - No, this is my room.

I've paid. Are you OK?

I might need some help finding my abode.

I'll help you.

All right, let me show you. This one.

- My home studio. What do you think? - It's lovely.

You're a man.

Yeah. Well, not most people's idea of one.

Can you do me a favour?

I'm clearly drunk as a skunk.

Can you, um, take these off for me?

Careful!

Don't rip them. They're my last pair.

- You just, um, undo the snap there. - I know.

I'm Raf, by the way.

Charles Thompson...

... but everyone calls me Charlie.

Charlie Thompson.

Where have you come from?

Yoorana.

Course you have.

I... I should...

I should go.

Bloody hell. You look like an angel. Did you know that?

That's the last thing I am.