Leviticus

Attention, customers.

The pool is now closed.

Please make your way to the exit.

What are you doing here?

OK.

-(SHOWER STOPS ABRUPTLY) -(LIFEGUARD GASPS)

-(LOUD THUMP) -(LIFEGUARD SCREECHES)

-(RYAN CHUCKLES) -Wait. Fuck. Don't.

-(CHUCKLES) -Stop.

Fuckin' hell. Calm the fuck down.

Oh.

Reckon I could get up there?

What?

Snakes and heights.

Right. (CHUCKLES)

Fuck me.

-(BOULDER SCRAPES) -(DUST DISPERSES)

-(GROANS) -(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)

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 you doing?!

There anything you're not afraid of?

Huh?

We should go.

Yeah. OK.

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. 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.

OK.

Been there before?

The...the mill?

Nah. First time.

You?

Yeah, first time.

Cool.

Don't tell anyone about it.

The mill.

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

(BICYCLE CLICKING SLOWS, THEN STOPS)

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. -(BABY FUSSES QUIETLY)

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.

-(CONGREGATION LAUGHS) -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't 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?