SIMON: I couldn’t understand why!

JESSICA: I wanted to keep you there longer!

CAMILLE: [sarcastically] Romantic.

LACHLAN: Come on. It is!

You love it Camille, admit it.

She looks at him as he moves towards the collage.

Is this Simon’s leg?

JESSICA: No, that’s my femur, and his tibia, and look—

That’s the rib area around my heart.

Spine.

And that’s my bottom!

LACHLAN: And a beautiful X-rayed bottom it is too.

SIMON: Just scans herself at work,

when she’s bored.

CAMILLE: Jesus!

JESSICA: All the technicians do!

LACHLAN: Is it safe?

I mean if you’re trying for a baby.

SIMON: We’re not.

LACHLAN: But I thought—

JESSICA stops him with a look.

Silence. LACHLAN changes the subject.

Uh… I’ve been assigned that missing toddler story.

JESSICA: Shit.

CAMILLE: How old is he?

LACHLAN: Just two. Denis Pritchard.

JESSICA: They still haven’t found him?

SIMON: A missing child?

LACHLAN: You haven’t heard?

SIMON shakes his head.

JESSICA: There’s a huge search.

LACHLAN: Cops are all over it.

JESSICA: How does a kid go missing here?

LACHLAN: They think he might have wandered off into the bush,

Or that someone might have snatched him.

JESSICA: It’s so awful.

CAMILLE: [to SIMON] If the police don’t find him by Friday Matt will have us both working on the weekend

LACHLAN: This weekend?

CAMILLE:—

LACHLAN: Matt’s pushing his luck

CAMILLE: If I’m needed I’m needed, Lachlan.

LACHLAN: [sarcastically] Hmm.

JESSICA: Camille you sound like my husband.

LACHLAN: The job is everything! /

CAMILLE: Come on it’s a missing child. /

JESSICA: God it’s so hot out there!

He’ll be so dehydrated.

LACHLAN: They have to find him within 96 hours or I don’t know—

CAMILLE: Which is why if we’re called in to work /

JESSICA: Oh God… ?

CAMILLE: It’s so secluded in the bush.

No-one would even hear him out there.

SIMON: [loudly] Please.

Beat.

Can we talk about something else?

JESSICA: Why would the mother leave him alone in the garden?

Even for five minutes.

CAMILLE: Any parent could. /

LACHLAN: I wouldn’t.

A slightly awkward moment.

[Gently] And neither would you, darling.

CAMILLE: I might have!

JESSICA: It must be awful for you

Reporting on it, thinking about it

With Angus nearly the same age and /

LACHLAN: He was playing in the studio

While I read the police reports on air!

JESSICA: [shuddering] How do you cope?

LACHLAN: Well it would be quite nice to have my wife home on the weekends.

Uncomfortable silence.

LACHLAN looks at a bruise on SIMON’s arm.

Nasty bruise there Simon.

SIMON pulls away his arm.

SIMON: I did it playing squash

JESSICA: [to SIMON] You should take Lachie to squash with you and Andy.

SIMON: Lachlan doesn’t play squash.

LACHLAN: Well not yet.

CAMILLE: Lachie can pretty much do anything he puts his mind to.

LACHLAN: Thanks honey.