Leviticus

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Attention, customers.

The pool is now closed.

Please make your way to the exit.

What are you doing here?

Okay.

Wait! Fuck! Don't!

Stop!

Fuckin' hell.

Calm the fuck down.

Oh.

Reckon I could get up there?

What?

Snakes and heights.

Right.

Fuck me.

What makes you think you can pick that up?

I can do it.

Oh, fuck.

Funnel-web.

On your shoulder.

Just don't move, alright?

Fuck you, you cunt!

What?

What the fuck was that?

Do it one more time.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck you doing?!

There anything you're not afraid of? Huh?

We should go.

Yeah.

Okay.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, is it a good thing or a bad thing? Is it...

It's not even a thing.

Yeah, but, like...

come on.

Come on, what?

You ignore me at school and then you just ask me to hang out?

Like, it doesn't make any sense.

I don't ignore you.

Yes, you do.

We're at school, you're so different.

And then you're with just me.

Give me a fucking example of how I'm different.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

- By the way you act, talk... - Can't think of one.

...speak, walk. Everything about you.

I'm the exact same cunt I've always been, mate.

You're not.

Get down. Get down! Get off me!

Okay.

Been there before?

The... the mill?

Nah.

First time.

You?

Yeah, yeah.

First time.

Don't tell anyone about it.

The mill.

Yeah, nah, I... I won't.

See you later.

Yeah.

Will she accept love into her life?

And by accepting God's love,

she will be prepared to make free choices.

The free choices that will bring her here.

To confess her sins.

Because we recognise both the physical

and the spiritual responsibility of parenthood.

Now I'm sure you're all sick of the sound of my voice.

I know I am.

So I'd love it if we could all come together now

and pray for this little one.

How old do you reckon that mum was?

Naim!

Probably 12.

But, you know,

there are older kids here too.

Mum.

Sally Frankston's into that psych trance stuff you listen to.

It's actually, um, psytrance and I haven't listened to it since we moved here.

- You haven't made any friends either. - Mum, don't.

Psytrance?

How long have I been calling it psych?

About three years.

I bet you thought that was funny.

Still do.

Arlene.

You, uh, you must be Naim.

I'm Rod.

Uh, you... you know my son, Hunter, from school.

Hey, bro.

Arlene, have you, um, have you thought about it some more?

Your story?

I mean, it really, really doesn't have to be much.

And it was, um...

it was late and the...

sky had this, like...

orange stripe in it.

And, um...

There was these bells, like, these fake tinny bells.

And she was just like, "God's ringing for you, Naim. Listen."

And I just said,

"Mum, I'm sick of your fucking bullshit.

It's just a fucking ice-cream truck."

And then she just said, "One day...

one day, Naim, you'll...

you'll believe in things that you...

can not see."

And then she laughed some more.

She used to laugh a lot.

I shouldn't have told you that. I'm... I'm sorry.

You shouldn't be.

Do you like it here?

What?

What do you like about this place?

Nah, my...

my mum wanted to move here.

Said she...

belonged.

To what?

People who believed.

I don't know. Some... some bullshit.

Now...

stuck in this shithole.

So...

nothing then?

What?

There's nothing you like about this place?

Nah.

Nothing.

I knew what he was doing.

He was just walking.

Because if he was out there walking,

we wouldn't have to talk about it.

I knew this awful thing was coming for Tom.

For both of us, really.

And I'd just sit at home in this terrifying silence.

But I found someone else in that silence.

Someone who'd listen.

Who'd talk...

about death, but...

above all...

about life.

Jesus is in that silence.

And I love that silence now.

It makes me feel...

safe.

"Die not, poor Death

Nor yet canst thou kill me

From rest and sleep

Which but thy pictures be

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow.

And soonest our best..."

Really?

No.

Naim, you sure we can't get you anything?

Tea, water, juice?

How about a beer?

- He thinks he's funny. - I am funny.

We don't drink.

Izzie?

Thank you.

So...

You, um...

You wanna tell us what's going on?

Is your mum okay?

- I know you've both been through a lot. - You won't tell Hunter I came by?

Please,

don't tell either of them.

You, uh,

been to one of these before?

Yeah.

It's just another one of these shows my parents put on for these gullible arseholes.

Yeah, right.

My dad's one of them fucking gullible arseholes.

Reckon that guy can make it stop?

Make what stop?

You feel it?

No, thanks.

Tell us what you're feeling.

Um...

It's kind of cold in here, I guess.

That's good.

Cold is good.

There's glory in all temperatures.

All the suffering...

There you go.

That's your healing.

Do you feel it?

Uh, not... not really, no.

I just feel colder than before.

That's the power of God closing in on you.

All your lust...

all your indecency...

all your desire...