She looks at the X-ray then back at SIMON.

JESSICA: You’re lying.

The breaks are at different ages.

Three different occasions.

So if it’s not ‘years of football’ then…

He grabs the X-ray from her and tries to stick it back on the wall.

Three childhood arm breaks. /

SIMON: Okay, maybe it was football but—

I managed to hold you down the other night.

I think my arms are doing fine don’t you? /

JESSICA: You’re lying.

Someone did this to you, didn’t they? /

SIMON: There’s this beautiful woman who wants to take pictures of my arm. My busted arm. And as soon as I lay eyes on her I know /…

JESSICA: What happened to you?

Tell me. /

SIMON: Long sexy legs, and even in her hospital uniform, such style.

He goes to try to kiss her, to touch her.

She resists.

JESSICA: Please Simon.

Talk to me.

I need you to share who you are. /

SIMON: The way she moved.

I wanted to have a broken bone every day of my life. /

JESSICA: Simon! /

SIMON: My first, my only love. My soulmate. /

JESSICA: I want to know. /

SIMON: I wanted to fuck you right then and there.

In the hospital.

He tries to get more sexual with her, but JESSICA is resisting.

JESSICA: Don’t you believe in me enough to tell me?

SIMON:—

He tries to kiss her to stop her talking.

JESSICA: Stop it.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: I need this.

Really need this.

SIMON: Please don’t need it.

JESSICA: Tell me.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: Trust me.

Beat.

Me.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: Who did it?

SIMON: No-one.

JESSICA: I. Can. Tell.

Your stepfather.

It was him wasn’t it?

SIMON:—

JESSICA: He broke your arm?

SIMON:—

SIMON is stonewalling her.

JESSICA: Talk to me. /

SIMON: What do you want?

JESSICA: Tell me about the broken arm.

Your stepfather did it?

SIMON: Yes.

JESSICA: And your mum?

What did she do?

SIMON: Look, I probably provoked him.

JESSICA: Your mum. /

SIMON: Nothing. She did nothing.

JESSICA: She did nothing?

SIMON: Later I got taken away. At ten.

Jess, you can’t tell anyone.

Ever.

JESSICA: Where did they take you?

SIMON: I don’t know.

JESSICA: Foster home?

SIMON: No. No, a place.

JESSICA: What place?

SIMON: A place they take kids like me.

JESSICA: I can’t believe you’ve never told me.

SIMON: I’m telling you now!

JESSICA: How could they—

How can anyone hurt a child?

SIMON: [urgently] Swear to me.

You’ll never tell anyone.

JESSICA: Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.

You shouldn’t have to hide.

SIMON: Jessica, okay listen to me, you can’t tell Lachlan or Camille /

JESSICA: They’d understand.

SIMON: No!

Listen to me. /

JESSICA: That mysterious part of you.

This is the key Simon, something clicked /—

SIMON: Jessica you can’t talk about this.

He urgently pushes her up against the wall.

Tries to get her to look him in the eyes.