Nightmares

Mommy...

Mommy...

Mommy...

Mommy...

Now give my love to gran.

I'll be up in a couple of days, as soon as I can get away.

Right.

Mommy.

Mommy.

I thought you'd be asleep.

Off you go now.

Shut your eyes.

Oh, Brian.

Brian!

Brian, stop it!

I'm trying to drive!

Oh Brian, stop it.

Oh!

Brian...

You leave my mommy alone!

Cathy!

Mommy, mommy!

Mommy!

She's dead, her throat's cut.

The man's alive, just.

How about the kid?

Right.

She seems okay.

Gotta be in shock too.

I think she could have lived

if she hadn't slipped back in the car.

That's when her throat got cut,

dragged back over the glass.

What's her father's condition?

He wasn't her father.

He says the girl caused it.

Caused what?

The accident.

There's nothing wrong with her, physically.

You killed your mother.

You killed her.

You should be asleep.

Come on.

Go to bed.

Wake up, wake up.

You did this, you!

Don't you run away.

Run away.

You killed your mother.

You killed your mother.

Give my love to gran.

You killed your mother.

Oh, good morning.

I'm Terry Besanko.

I'm here a little early, I'm afraid.

Shall I wait here?

I uh, I...

Oh, you don't work here?

No.

Are you auditioning too?

Uh huh.

Come on.

We'll find out where we're supposed to be.

Introduced myself.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Helen.

You're not cold, are you?

I'm sure that you are...

Terry Besanko.

And uh, Helen...

Selleck.

This way.

But if you are cold...

Madam.

I am in great danger of catching a chill.

Your performance has frozen me to the marrow.

May I suggest that in the future,

your audition be not filled with...

You nervous?

Yes.

Couldn't help hearing what he said to that last girl.

You done much acting before?

On the stage, I mean.

Oh, a bit.

I haven't.

Never been on stage in my life.

Haven't you?

No.

I got picked up on the street

and shoved into a television soap opera.

That's all I've ever done.

How about some lunch?

Now?

When this is over.

How about it?

Well I, I wouldn't want to be any trouble.

Trouble?

Oh, I'm sorry...

You're next.

Oh.

Won't be long.

Desperation often drives us to extremes.

I've even said nasty things about you.

Hey, what's that?

Did you say something?

Here, boy.

I have seen your work.

And I like it,

otherwise you would not have been invited here today.

Please remember,

theater is not television.

We do not have the advantage of the close-up.

Nor do we have electronic devices with which

to amplify your dulcet tones.

Now the man sitting in the back row, up there,

has paid his money.

And has every bit as much right as your fellow actors

to hear what you have to say.

Please speak up.

Project.

Shall we take our hands out of our pockets and try again?

Desperation often drives us to extremes.

I've even said nasty things about you.

Tension forcing words from my addled brain.

I'm not the kind who's forcing you, you know?

Even at this early stage of my fucking head.

Premature and ineffectual decisions

defeat the purpose of my presence.

That was very promising, Terry.

I think you might be next.

Thank you, come along, come along.

Mr. D'alberg?

Mr. D'alberg, Helen Selleck.

Good morning, Miss Selleck.

Do you have something prepared?

Uh, yes I do.

Shall we begin?

Which scene?

13.

Tempting fate, Miss Selleck.

I don't mind talking.

I'm just in the mood tonight.

God knows what's come over me.

You didn't have to wait for me.

I wanted to.

I wish you didn't see my audition.

Hey, you were good.

Better than me.

The only reason he wants me in the play

is because he thinks the mums will come and see

their favorite soapy star.

Well, do you think they will?

We'll soon find out.

Goodbye, Terry.

Hey, we're having lunch.

Why not?

I can't.

You're meeting someone else?

No.

Your boyfriend?

No, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

See you at rehearsal.

Who is it?

Angela, stage manager.

Helen, open the door.

The door is open.

What do you want?

You got the part.

Well aren't you glad?

No.

But it...

It'll be all right, sweetheart.

Come on, Paul.

Come on.

Oh, come on, not out here, Marilyn.

Hey!

Come on, here.

Come on!

Come on...

How's that do?

- Good. - Fits you like a glove.

Whoops, sorry.

- Oh, that's okay. - Are you looking for me?

What would I want you for?

I could always live in hope.

I'll fix this at home and bring them tomorrow.

You're not allowed to look.

Okay.

You gonna take me out to dinner?

If you'll come.

Of course I will.

Am I pretty?

Yep.

You're strange.

Sometimes, you seem to be miles away.

You're very beautiful.

Please don't rush things.

I've never had a boyfriend before.