Three gin and tonics.
Don't mind me.
Come on.
Can I undress you?
What are you doing?
Well... it's not very pretty.
But there's no permanent damage.
It's healed very well.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
To inject someone with a needle, do you have to know what you're doing?
Yes, of course.
What if you're administering a sedative?
Well then you'd need to know how much you have to give.
Administering straight to the blood stream could be lethal. Why do you ask?
Curious... that's all.
Are you looking for someone?
Just visiting.
Visiting hours don't start for another hour.
I'll wait.
Dear Isabel.
I have taken a new apartment. I'm sitting on the balcony...
... which is flooded with light.
I feel rested and replenished.
I am sorry, Isabel but l am happy.
I don't believe a word of it.
Perhaps you should let him go.
How can I?
This was posted from the port.
Would you look?
Can I tell him you're ill?
No.
A beer thanks.
Two ninety.
Quiet day.
Mark Olsen.
David.
You're a dancer.
It's the way you move. Your posture.
Yeah I danced when I was a child. Some habits are to break.
I was married to a dancer once.
What happened?
Marriage didn't suit her.
Or me for that matter. We drifted apart. If it wasn't dance it was my work.
Silly isn't it? When you love somebody...
... but you let them slip through your fingers.
Do you still see her?
We couldn't bear to see each other for many years.
And what do you do?
I'm a cop.
I should go.
Thanks.
Do I know you?
I don't know.
I know a lot of men.
Come on!
Beautiful day to be out.
Depends on what sort of mood you're in.
Thought I might go in and have a beer.
Your dancer... does she still work?
Yes, here in Melbourne. She's a choreographer.
Dance is still her great love
but not for much longer.
Why?
She's dying.
Isabel?
Daniel.
Yes. Isabel.
Tuber roses. How beautiful. My favorite.
Last time I brought you iris you said the same thing.
That's because they're all my favorite.
What do the doctors say?
It's in my bones.
Just come back to work.
I don't know if I can do that.
Forgive me if this sounds harsh but whatever happened to you,
it's behind you now. I can understand if you feel you can no longer dance,
but what about your choreography?
I chose you.
I didn't ask to be chosen.
Then leave.
Isabel.
We want you to dance for us.
It's what we want most of all.
Do you want to kill me, Daniel?
Or perhaps you want to fuck me?
You will never forget me.
Are you alright?
How did it happen?
My older sister did it.
An accident?
No.
She did it on purpose.
She put my hand in a pot of boiling water.
When I see photos of myself as a little girl always got my hand in my pocket.
I'm sorry if I disturbed you.
Would it be strange if I asked you for your name?
No. Not strange. It's Julie.
Daniel.
Julie!
Do you mind if I ask you for your number?
Hi. No one's here to take your call but leave us a message. Thanks. Bye.
Julie. It's Daniel. The guy on the train.
I don't know if you can make it but there's a cafe
The Plain Tree ^near Bourke Street.
Tomorrow say 5.30.
You still reading?
Whenever I can.
Are you still talking to yourseIf?
Wouldn't know, would I ? Not unless you were there to tell me.
Actually I'm studying.
So you're a student.
Night school. Economics. I've got a lecture at six thirty.
What are you having?
Tea.
A pot... for two.
I'm glad you came.
I'm glad you phoned.
So why did you give me your number?
It was an impulse.
It can be dangerous listening to your impulses.
Yeah. Sometimes.
Why were you upset on the train?
A friend of mine is dying.
I've neglected her.
Is she a close friend?
In some ways she's the closest.
This is it.
Can I see you again?
What are you doing Sunday?
Feel like a game of footy?
I can't play.
Course you can.
Call me.
Take it up. Kick it. Kick it.
Daniel.
Kick it.
Nice kick.
Yes.
I'm ready to work.
Come to lunch on Sunday.
Can I bring someone?
Yes.
You look great.
Do I? I wasn't sure what to wear.
No, it's fine. lt's not like you're meeting my mother or anything.
No.
Isabel's much worse than my mother.
Come in.
Isabel, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Julie.
^Welcome. ^Thank you.
Wow, look at the table. It looks great.
You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.
I didn't. Mark did it all.
Daniel.
You know, you don't look like a policeman.
No?
Does Julie like artichoke?
I'm not sure.
I'm glad you're not a dancer.
It's a very insular world.
Where did you meet?
On a train.
Wine?
I've started to make some notes for our new work.
I mean just a few initial thoughts really.
It's so unfair. It was so damn expensive. You're not meant to be able to tell.
Perhaps you were in a hurry.
Isabel.
I think I owe you my thanks.
Why?
For bringing Daniel back.
So Daniel, you never told me... if I don't look like a cop...
... what do I look like?
I don't know.
Headmaster.
So what kind of cop are you?
I work for a special unit.
We deal with certain kinds of crimes. Child abuse. Violence against women.
Are they difficult... to solve?
Well most of the crimes I deal with,
you have to go back in time to construct the evidence.
So many things change... memory fades.
Then there are the crimes that are never officially reported.
We call them dark number cases.
Why?
If nobody speaks out then the cases don't exist. They can never be solved.
What happens to them?
In the end... a dusty file note somewhere.
No...
... to the victims?
That's unpredictable. Some recover. For some it never ends.
Do you like it?
How did you find it?
A friend. You can use it as long as you need.
My legs feel like stone.
I feel such strength in you.
Are you tired?
See you in the morning.
Drink?
Red wine.
I won't be long.
A beer and a red wine. Thank you.
Julie.
Julie!
Hi. No one's here to take your call but leave us a message. Thanks. Bye.
It's Daniel.
Help me.
I saw... I saw a woman.
I thought I knew her.
I touched her hair.
Daniel.
You've started at the end.
Please, go back to the beginning.