JESSICA: I’m just really ready for a baby and—

Simon wants one, it’s just—

I think he’s scared.

LACHLAN: You’ll be a beautiful mother.

JESSICA: You think so?

Simon’s so independent. Like Camille.

But Camille’s glad now isn’t she? With Angus? She’s glad she had him, isn’t she?

LACHLAN: I guess—

She’s adjusting.

JESSICA: You don’t think I’m being terribly dishonest, do you?

LACHLAN: I think

Simon is incredibly lucky.

JESSICA: So is Camille.

LACHLAN: You’re lovely.

JESSICA: Thanks.

LACHLAN: Really lovely.

He touches her hair.

CAMILLE walks in, catching the strangely intimate moment.

LACHLAN and JESSICA jump apart.

An uncomfortable silence.

CAMILLE: I couldn’t catch him. /

JESSICA: Oh, um, Lachlan has offered to be Santa.

CAMILLE: Great.

An uncomfortable silence.

So I guess Lachlan should be getting his kit on then. Shouldn’t he?

They all look down at the discarded Santa gear.

SCENE TWELVE

JESSICA tries to open the trunk, but realises it is locked.

The key can’t be found anywhere.

She madly searches, getting increasingly frustrated.

When she realises she can’t find the key, she wrestles with the case, then thumps it in defeat.

SCENE THIRTEEN

SIMON has just arrived at the squash courts. ANDY is dressed for squash game, SIMON is not.

ANDY: You’re not dressed!

SIMON: No more games.

ANDY: Squash was your idea Simon.

SIMON: That’s not my name.

ANDY: Okay so you’re testing me.

What’s going on Simon?

SIMON: I chose you because you promised.

ANDY: Let’s get something straight. You didn’t choose me Simon. And there are no promises.

SIMON: You promised me you’d never talk.

SIMON takes out the newspaper and waves it around.

You fucking gave me your word you wouldn’t talk /—

ANDY: Okay so I can see you read the newspaper article /—

SIMON: ‘Two years old. A vulnerable age, an age when they will just hold your hand and go. No sense of evil.

Just trusting little souls.’

Straight out of my fucking mouth. You quoted me!

ANDY: You’re angry.

SIMON: Yes I’m angry!

ANDY: They were doing an article about serious crime and rehabilitation.

They approached me.

Simon I’m an expert in rehabilitation.

SIMON: Everything you know is because of me.

ANDY: No Simon, because of me. Because of my hard work in this field.

SIMON: Things I told you.

ANDY: They were asking me about the missing boy, because they are asking everyone, all experts, about what might have happened.

And eventually someone, an investigating officer, will probably want to talk to you.

SIMON: But I was ten.

ANDY: I know that, but you understand /—

SIMON: Ten years old. /

ANDY: It doesn’t ever go away. /

SIMON: You think I don’t know that.

You think I don’t wake up every day knowing—

Hating—

Five minutes when I was ten years old will count forever!