Don’t. Please don’t.

JESSICA: What?

Beat.

Hold me baby, hold me tightly.

[Teasing] Mr Simon Font-aine. Font-aine. Fontaine.

SIMON: Don’t. Don’t. And stop the name stuff.

JESSICA:—?

SIMON: I don’t hold people down.

I don’t do ‘restraint’.

JESSICA laughs, thinking this is part of the game.

She goes to grab him and pull him down.

He pushes her away.

This is not negotiable.

She is shocked and confused.

Awkwardness.

She tries to cover herself up.

You think I want to hurt you?

JESSICA: [hotly and defensively] No.

It was just play.

God.

SIMON:—

They both start to put on their clothes.

JESSICA starts to clean up the kitchen.

Starts to cry.

SIMON: Jess.

Please—

She won’t look at him.

I’m sorry.

Don’t cry.

Please don’t cry.

JESSICA: It’s humiliating.

He tries to embrace her but she resists.

By this stage they are both fully dressed.

An awkward silence.

SIMON: Tell me why.

Restraining you.

You think I’d want—?

To you?

JESSICA: Because I asked you to.

Because we can.

Because I feel safe.

Because it’s you.

Silence.

In the silence there is a connectedness between them.

A short time passes before the voice over interrupts this silence.

CAMILLE: [voiceover] Hello.

It’s us!

Beat.

JESSICA: Door’s open.

JESSICA wipes her eyes.

SIMON and JESSICA are forced to change the mood as CAMILLE enters, carrying a bottle of champagne.

CAMILLE: Lachlan’s carrying the sleeping child to your bedroom.

JESSICA: Yes.

Good idea.

Beat.

CAMILLE: Champagne!

SIMON takes it from her.

CAMILLE: For the celebration.

SIMON: Wow champagne. Thanks Camille.

Beat.

LACHLAN enters. SIMON is pouring drinks and handing them out.

LACHLAN: He’s out like a light!

SIMON: [nodding] Lachlan.

LACHLAN: Hi Simon!

LACHLAN is struck by the huge collage on the wall. He whistles.

So here it is?

JESSICA: Here it is!

LACHLAN studies the wall.

LACHLAN: So which bits are you,

And which bits are Simon?

CAMILLE: Jesus Lachlan it doesn’t matter.

JESSICA: It’s random.

That’s the point—a merging of us!

[To SIMON] Happy First Anniversary babe.

SIMON looks over at her.

LACHLAN: Um. Jess you know I think you’re amazing—

But I just. Don’t.

I don’t get it.

CAMILLE: There’s nothing to get.

It’s a [She makes air inverted commas] ‘collage’.

LACHLAN: I know that!

CAMILLE: Jess is a radi-og-rapher! /

LACHLAN: Yeah. Duh!

CAMILLE: [laughing] ‘Duh’! I haven’t heard that word in ages!

JESSICA: It’s—

Kind of our story, isn’t it, Simon?

SIMON: We met over / my broken arm.

CAMILLE: Your broken arm.

And the way he looked at her /

JESSICA: Broke my heart open!

LACHLAN: How’d you break it?

JESSICA: My heart!? /

LACHLAN: His arm.

CAMILLE: Lachlan loves detail.

JESSICA: Sign of a competent journalist.

LACHLAN: [to CAMILLE] Yes.

Thanks Jess.

JESSICA: I X-rayed both his arms.

The broken one and the healthy one. /