Saccharine (2026)

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(Disturbing music)

(disturbing music continues)

(distant thumping)

(woman moans

and breathes deeply)

(chewing)

(oppressive music)

(rhythmic beats)

(oppressive music builds)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(woman gasps)

-(oppressive music)

-(exhales)

(music stops)

(siren wails in the distance)

(sighs)

-(pants)

-(horns honk in the distance)

(sighs)

(hip-hop music plays)

I caught you.

Um... What...

I saw you looking.

Do you want to sign up?

Oh.

No. Uh... (Laughs)

I'm not qualified.

Or I'm just not really

12-week challenge material.

That could change.

Are you a student or staff?

I'm a...ms-1, yeah.

Hana.

-I'm alanya.

-Oh.

This is all for my psych ma.

Oh, so you're looking for

guinea pigs.

What are you saying? You...you

don't want to be my guinea pig?

No.

Um, well, may...

-Alanya: maybe?

-..maybe.

Maybe leaning towards a yes?

Maybe depending on the

scientific rigour of the study.

Hmm.

Well, why don't you come by

and find out?

(Oppressive music builds)

(intense music)

(music fades)

mortui vivos docent.

-(Plastic sheets crinkle)

-the dead teach the living.

Professor:

for the next 12 weeks,

these generous donors

will be your teachers

and your first patients.

You'll have the opportunity

to honour their lives

at semester's end.

But until then,

let's remember to proceed

with dignity and care.

(Coughs)

ryan: oh, we got a hefty one.

(Whispers) stop.

Professor: let's start with

our first incision

down the sternum.

My eyes are burning

from the fumes already.

Professor: now, remember the

scalpels are extremely sharp.

When you handle them, you'll

please do so handles first.

Remember, hold the scalpel

as you would a pencil.

-(Flesh squelches)

-loose but firm.

(Flesh squelches)

(dark music)

(loud squelch)

sh*t.

Let's hope for the sake

of your future patients

that the rest of you

have a more delicate touch

than miss hitching here.

I got it. It's ok.

Yeah.

(Flesh squelches)

(traffic hubbub)

(car horn beeps)

(siren wails in the distance)

(car horns honk in the distance)

(oppressive music)

(piano plays 'fr elise'

in the distance)

(chute opens)

(hinges squeak)

(plastic rustles)

(breath hitches)

(gasps)

(hinges squeak)

(chute lid thuds)

-(muffled music pumps)

-(people chatter)

happy birthday, baby!

Thanks, nikki! (Chuckles)

this is for you, birthday girl.

Hana: oh.

Josie: strictly speaking,

it is a re-gift.

What is it?

Do you lack all self-control

with your phone?

Then let this phone jail cell

help you out.

Oh. I don't know.

How does it work?

-Josie: push it up.

-Hana: oh, like this.

-No, no, no, no, no!

-(Bell rings)

-(nikita chuckles)

-(timer ticks)

josie: this re-gift

has backfired.

Nikita: ok, um, don't panic,

but I think that girl's

checking you out.

The hot one at the bar.

She keeps looking at you.

(Music pumps)

(josie sighs)

you should go for it.

Go for what?

Don't get all pissy.

Come on,

you're always talking about

how you're all theory,

no practice.

It's like you're waiting

for an invitation

to some kind of

initiation party.

Come on, jose.

I'm not. I'm not waiting.

Josie: well, then

here's your chance.

To put your theories

into practice.

Fine.

I need the bathroom.

-Oh!

-Oh, you are such a tease!

I really thought

this was initiation day.

(Josie laughs)

hana.

How have you been?

Good.

I've been good.

How about you?

How many years has it been?

Oh, my god, melissa!

-Yeah.

-Hi!

(Melissa laughs) hi.

Hana: ohhh.

I...i know.

There's something

different about me.

(Chuckles softly)

melissa: you were really nice

to me in high school.

A lot of people weren't.

Hana: a lot of people

were assholes.

You can ask, you know.

What?

How I lost the weight.

It's not that impressive.

There's these new pills

called gray.

A supplement.

It's kinda pricey, but it makes

you drop the weight like crazy.

Gray?

It's not tga-approved.

Strictly speaking.

I was dubious too, but then

I started taking the pills

and no matter what I ate,

the weight just melted off.

Do you want to try one?

(Dance music pounds)

(people chatter and cheer

nearby)

I don't really take, uh...

Do you remember this girl?

The girl that had bloody pads

shoved in her bag?

She doesn't exist anymore.

I'm a completely new person

and it's thanks to those pills.

I'll take it back.

(Glass thuds)

take this one tomorrow.

My treat.

And tell me if you notice

a difference.

It works that fast?

You'd be surprised.

-(Footsteps approach)

-(josie and nikita giggle)

(josie singsongs) here we are!

Oh, no.

-Nikita: there you go.

-Josie: oh, yes.

Cheers, q*eers!

-All: cheers!

-(Glasses clink)

(slow, intense music)

(heavy, rhythmic breathing)

(intense music continues)

(silence)

(traffic hubbub in the distance)

(faint tuneful whistling)

(tuneful whistling grows louder)

(faint thud)

(whistling stops)

(faint thudding)

(faint thudding and clanging)

(disturbing music)

(softly) sh*t.

(Sighs)

(scales clunk)

(breathy vocalisations)

(blows)

do you know what baffles me?

How many people

stereotype fat people.

Your girl is fat, yes.

But your girl is

gainfully employed.

(Phone keys click)

I am capable. I am switched on.

(Phone message bleeps)

hey, it's mackenzie here,

and it is challenge time.

Potato masher challenge.

Take one. Here we go.

It hurts.

Oh, sh*t!

Creator: this might be

my favourite ab routine

I've ever done.

Creator 2:

and just a reminder that

this is what a real woman

looks like.

Creator 3: the reason why

you can't lose the weight,

why it just stays on,

is because you can't stop--

I just tried

the potato masher challenge

and you would not believe...

I can't help but notice

some people

are not using

the potato masher correctly.

So I thought I would just jump

on and show you how it's done.

Hope this helps.

Alanya: I'm about to launch

my 12-week challenge.

If you've been wanting to build

some solid habits...

(Phone beeps twice)

..this is for you.

You're gonna meet

some amazing people

who will keep you motivated

and accountable the whole time.

(Birds tweet)

(sober music)

(voices argue in the distance)

travis: you are out of control.

Kimie:

no, you are out of control!

(Kimie continues arguing

indistinctly)

(dull thud)

(keys clink)

-(thudding)

-(kimie whimpers)

-hana: dad?

-(Dull thudding)

(drilling nearby)

(drilling)

(kimie sobs)

(drilling)

(drilling)

hana: mom?

Hana-chan! Happy birthday!

(Moody music)

(music stops abruptly)

kimie: no flour, no sugar.

I used beetroot instead.

No butter.

Can you tell?

Hana: it's yummy.

You don't like it?

No, no, no. It's good.

(Solemn music)

(claps twice)

(travis and kimie argue

indistinctly)

(suspenseful music)

(travis and kimie continue

arguing indistinctly)

(intriguing music)

(mechanical whirring)

josie: you are too smart

to be this stupid.

10 Bucks says it's just speed.

No, I'm hoping it's something

a little more run-of-the-mill.

Seriously, though, I mean, this

is all just, like, a bit gross.

You're bangin'.

Uh-huh.

I'm thinking of signing up

to do this thing.

What thing?

Oh, just a gym program thing.

So that's what all this, uh,

diet pill bullshit is about?

That bouncy-haired trainer,

alana?

Alanya.

Huh.

Josie: have you

figured it out yet?

Getting there.

Not that.

Have you figured out

whether you want to be with her

or just be her?

Come on!

Let's go.

My stomach is eating itself.

Huh. High sodium,

high potassium.

It's mostly calcium phosphate.

Josie: what?

I think it's ash.

What?

Human ash.

(Laughs)

melissa's probably eating

someone's grandpa. (Laughs)

oh. Eww! Wait.

Are you gonna report her?

It's just the sodium content

alone should make you hungrier.

If anything, a lack of phosphate

would be more likely

to cause weight loss.

Ok, but, I mean,

if you can't make it, who cares?

Huh.

(Flesh squelches)

(ribs snap repeatedly)

(hana grimaces)

not too deep. Make sure

not to puncture her lungs.

It's too weird to think of her

as a real person.

We could name her,

like the other groups did.

Professor: that's it. Well done.

Hey, guys, big bertha.

-Josie: ugh!

-(Bones snap)

georgie: maybe her family

will show up

when we do that

memorial service.

Ryan: nah. Big bertha's

definitely unclaimed.

They'll be rolling her out

for years.

Josie: and why would you

assume that?

Well, look at her.

Josie: you're a d*ck.

(Intriguing music)

(students chatter)

(drops bag)

(plastic bag crinkles)

(zipper buzzes)

(machine powers up)

(suspenseful music)

(siren wails in the distance)

(suspenseful music continues)

(object clinks)

(dark music)

(dark music builds)

(dark music crescendos)

(music stops)

(gulps noisily)

(exhales)

(stomach gurgles)

(stomach gurgles)

(suspenseful music)

(light switch clicks)

(switch clicks)

(dial clicks)

(crockery and cutlery clink)

alanya: great.

Alright. Ready?

Three, two, one.

Smile!

(Camera clicks)

(hana pants)

(helen exhales deeply)

alanya: last thing for today.

Come on. Finish strong.

(Hana pants and groans)

(groans and pants)

(alanya claps) good job,

everyone. Great work.

Have a sip of water.

Stretch it out.

(Traffic hubbub)

(determined music)

(whispers)

(stomach gurgles)

(stomach gurgles)

(compartment lid clanks)

-(bottles clink)

-(fridge door thuds)

(kettle drones)

(kettle drones)

(water bubbles)

(disturbing music)

(music stops)

(stomach gurgles)

(suspenseful music)

-(loud creak)

-(gasps)

(dark music)

(exhales)

-(breathy vocalisations)

-(rowing machine whirrs)

nice one, hana.

(Hinges squeak)

(chute door thuds)

come on. One more.

For me.

(Chuckles)

alanya: there we go.

(Intense breathy music)

alanya: ok,

drive those knees out.

Flatten the back.

Sink deeper.

(Intense breathy music

continues)

(music fades)

-(exhales)

-hana, your progress is...

I'm impressed with you. (Laughs)

you should be really proud

of yourself.

Would you mind

if I made a post about this?

-Ok.

-Yeah? (Laughs)

-let's take a photo. (Laughs)

-(softly) ok.

Smile!

(App clicks)

-(app clicks)

-(hana chuckles)

(loud creak)

(stomach gurgles)

(faint thudding)

(loud creak)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(creaking)

(floorboard creaks)

(creaking)

(disturbing music)

bertha?

(Discordant synth music)

(flesh squelches)

(discordant music continues)

(doorbell chimes)

(lock clicks, door opens)

hana: mom!

Kimie: this place

is a mess, hana.

-(Door closes)

-you'll get roaches.

I wish you would tell me

if you were coming to visit.

How can I tell you if you're

not answering my calls?

Um, you don't have to do that.

(Mug thuds)

(kimie mutters)

(kimie moves objects)

are you going somewhere?

(Paper rustles)

I booked it.

(Paper rustles)

you're going.

(Paper rustles)

tonight?

What? Hana-chan, you were

the one who told me I should go.

No, no. I'm...i'm happy for you.

I just thought you...

You said

dad couldn't be left alone.

(Tearfully)

I can't help him, hana.

You don't know

how hard it is for me.

I've been waiting to see

igua falls for 25 years.

Ok, ok. But then...

You'll check on him, won't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

(Speaks japanese)

once a week?

You know your father won't.

We don't want to attract

any hungry ghosts.

Uhh.

(Kimie speaks japanese)

-ah, hana-chan.

-Hmm?

You are looking...

(Scoffs)

hey, dad. It's me.

Mom just came by

on the way to the airport.

Um, do you think it might be

a good idea to maybe just...

(Beep!)

Recording: your voicemail

has been sent.

(Hana whispers) ok.

(Oppressive soundscape)

(potato chips crunch)

(dark music)

(breathes heavily)

(soft thudding)

(chilling music)

(hana hyperventilates)

(disturbing music)

(squelching)

(gasps)

(alarm trills)

(alarm trills)

(alarm trills)

(alarm trills)

(sighs)

(speaks inaudibly)

(exhales)

acetylcholine synthesised by

choline and acetyl-coenzyme...

Acetylcholine

synthesised by choline

and acetyl-coenzyme...

Acetylcholine

synthesised by choline

and acetyl-coenzyme...

Acetylcholine

synthesised by choline...

(Intense music)

serotonin needs tryptophan

hydroxylase and decarboxylase.

Serotonin needs...

(Speaks indistinctly)

(josie and nikita

chatter inaudibly)

gaba, y-aminobutyric acid...

..acid synthesised

from glutamate

and pyridoxal phosphate.

Acetylcholine

synthesised by choline

and acetyl-coenzyme...

(Flesh squelches)

acetylcholine

synthesised by choline

and acetyl-coenzyme...

Synthesised by choline...

Twist your hips.

Ok. Left, right, hook.

(Bones crunch)

(grunts)

(disturbing music)

(bones snap)

sorry.

(Hana continues reciting

indistinctly)

(hana inhales)

(chair scrapes)

(chair scrapes)

(chair creaks)

dopamine synthesised...

(Hana continues reciting

indistinctly)

-that's it. Push. Push!

-(Hana screams)

(hana continues reciting

indistinctly)

ohh.

(Heavy breathing)

ok, show me that hook again.

(Heavy panting)

again.

-(Hana grunts)

-(hana moans)

-(chair creaks)

-alanya: again.

(Hana grunts)

alanya: again.

(Hana grunts)

-(hana moans)

-(chair cracks)

alanya: ok, last one, hana.

Hana: argh!

-(Chair creaks)

-alanya: come on, hana.

-Up! Up!

-Hana: ahh!

-(Laughs) nice.

-(Barbell clanks)

-ohh.

-Alanya: amazing.

Ohhh.

(Intriguing music)

(sighs)

alanya: alright.

Really nice, everyone.

Uh, let's warm up

with 1k on the rowers.

-Can I chat to you for a sec?

-Yeah.

Alanya: hm.

(Door closes)

(exhales)

hana, I'll be honest, i, uh...

..i'm a little concerned.

The rate that you're losing...

Have you been following

the diet guidelines?

I'm following the guidelines.

H-how closely?

You haven't been

skipping meals or anything?

Uh, do you want

an adherence percentage?

I have a duty of care

to everyone in the group.

You know that, right?

Yeah. I'm...i'm sorry. I...

Whatever you're doing, whatever

shortcut you think you found,

I promise you it is a bad path.

-I'm not doing anything.

-Hana...

-I'm not doing anything. I...

-That's bullshit.

Do you even realise the damage

you could be doing to yourself?

All that I've done is exactly

what you've asked me to do.

That is it.

I...i've been k*lling myself

for weeks

because I thought

that you would be...

(Hana sighs)

hana, I'm not trying

to make you feel bad.

Yeah.

Talk to me. You...

(Sighs)

you thought I'd be what?

Impressed.

Or something.

Uh...

Ok, should we, um...

Should we join the others?

(Alanya sniffs)

coming?

I need to...tie my shoes.

(Moody music)

alanya: alright, uh, once you're

done with your warm-up...

(Alanya continues indistinctly)

(moody music intensifies)

(scanner beeps repeatedly)

(zipper buzzes)

(intense music)

(scoffs) f*ck it!

(Bar slides)

(dark music)

(high-pitched ringing)

mmmm.

(Stomach grumbles)

(dark music)

(bag slides)

(high-pitched ringing)

(creaking)

(stomach grumbles)

-(wrappers crinkle)

-(hana chews)

(dark music crescendos)

(disturbing music)

(door slams in the distance)

(footsteps pass)

(flesh squelches)

fat camp going well?

I quit.

Why?

Georgie: whoa!

Liver cancer?

Must be.

Looks f*cking cool.

Professor,

can you come look at this?

Josie: wow.

Pretty advanced.

See here?

It metastasised to

the abdominal wall as well.

Terrible way to go.

(Traffic hubbub)

(door opens)

(car horn honks)

(siren wails in the distance)

(stomach gurgles)

(faint clunking and thudding)

(stomach gurgles)

-(fridge door squeaks)

-(bottles clink)

-(plastic packet crinkles)

-(fridge door slams)

-(bird tweets)

-(keys jangle)

(door squeaks open)

(dog barks in the distance)

hana: tadaima!

(Door closes)

hana: hello?

-(Eerie music)

-(tv plays silently)

(faint snoring)

(snoring continues)

(snoring continues)

(solemn music)

(doorbell rings)

(door squeaks open)

delivery driver: hi.

-Thanks.

-No worries.

(Lock clicks)

(knock at door)

(door squeaks)

travis: uh... (Clears throat)

grab yourself a plate.

Actually, I can't stay.

Alanya: after bench press,

into barbell squats.

Then one minute on the rower.

Then we'll be doing everybody's

favourite - treadmill sprints.

Moving into boxing pad workout

and, uh, then we'll be finishing

up with some shadow boxing.

Any questions?

Let's get into it.

-Participant: hey, alanya.

-Alanya: yes?

(Conversation continues

indistinctly)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(metal clangs)

(footsteps approach)

alanya: hey.

Heading home?

Hey.

Yep.

Uh...sorry.

It's ok.

No, really.

(Alanya sighs)

about the other day, i...

..i wasn't trying to be harsh,

but I know I came on too strong.

Well, at least

you weren't the only one.

(Laughs)

anyway, i, uh...

..i have this bad habit

of telling other people

how to live their lives.

But it's meant with love.

-You have bad habits?

-Mmm.

Hmm. You know,

I feel a little betrayed.

Wild, right?

(Laughs)

yeah.

(Alanya whispers)

I'll just get this.

(Alanya whispers)

(discordant music)

(moans)

(locker clangs)

(breathy vocalisations)

see you tomorrow?

(Electronic ambienkorean music)

(sighs)

(electronic ambienkorean music continues)

-(bottles clang)

-(fridge door closes)

alanya on reel: these guys

absolutely smashed it today.

Give yourselves a round

of applause. Whoo!

(Applause on reel)

see you tomorrow.

(Fridge door alarm beeps)

hm.

(Stomach gurgles)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(suspenseful music)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(disturbing music)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(stomach gurgles)

(stomach continues gurgling)

(disturbing music)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(cling wrap crinkles)

(sighs)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(stomach gurgles)

(hana sighs)

(bowl thuds, spoon clangs)

(ghostly heavy breathing)

(intense music)

(loud gurgling)

(lid clangs)

(pants)

(door creaks)

(dark music)

(door creaks)

(ghostly heavy breathing)

(loud thud)

(loud thud)

(ghostly heavy breathing)

(loud thud)

(loud thud)

(ghostly heavy breathing)

(bed creaks)

ow! Stop!

(Creaking stops)

(hana screams)

(door bangs)

(creaking and thudding)

(door closes)

(furniture slides)

-(faint thudding)

-(pants)

(grunts softly)

(pants)

(dark music builds)

(silence)

(whooshing)

(intense music)

(wet chewing)

(intense music builds)

(chews noisily)

(eerie music)

ugh.

(Spits)

(sink strainer basket clatters)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

ugh.

(Student coughs nearby)

(professor speaks indistinctly)

(alert beeps)

melissa: I'm so happy

for you, hana.

Does this mean

you got your hands on some gray?

Hana: ash.

You know that's what it is,

right?

Human ash.

(Sniggers)

what?

Mel, who were you buying

the pills from?

What do you mean 'human ash'?

(Whispers) I tested it.

Did you notice

any other side effects

like, um, nightmares,

weird visuals?

I guess...technically,

blackouts.

Blackouts?

Nup.

Uh, nightmares.

Uh...well, sometimes I'd wake up

in the middle of the night

feeling really anxious.

Like...

(Laughs)

like someone was watching me.

I've had a similar feeling.

(Eerie music)

one time, I was in bed and...

..i heard someone

whistling in the hallway.

Like, this old-timey tune

and I thought

it was my housemate,

but I got up to check

and she wasn't home.

(Faint, tuneful whistling)

spooky.

But I haven't had it

since I stopped taking the gray.

Not at all?

Maybe you should go

get yourself checked.

Huh.

But, honestly, you look amazing.

It's kind of worth it, right?

(Laughs weakly)

(disturbing music)

(flesh squelches)

(dark music)

oncologist:

I wouldn't recommend it.

Why is that?

Well, you see these

smooth ridges here?

The tumour in your pancreas

is benign and small.

It's an unnecessary risk.

What about the other symptoms?

The...the sleepwalking?

Oncologist: well, I can see here

that the results of your

sleep test were inconclusive.

I think we need to factor in

other causes.

Diet, fatigue.

Drugs and alcohol?

I remember how much pressure

I was under in med school.

On the oncology side,

my recommended course

of action is...

Watchful waiting.

(Alanya speaks faintly)

ok, ready?

Three, two, one. Smile!

(Camera clicks faintly)

(pants heavily)

alanya: and rest.

(Intense music)

(alanya speaks faintly)

and sprint!

(Hana pants)

(traffic hubbub)

(disturbing music builds)

(disturbing music crescendos)

(music fades)

(eerie music)

(pen scratches)

(soft creaking)

(drops pen)

(grabs drink container)

(removes lid)

(exhales)

(sighs)

(dark music)

(creaking)

(stomach grumbles)

(gasps)

(gasps)

-(chair creaks)

-(screams)

(grumbling)

(dramatic music)

(flesh squelches)

(flesh squelches)

(wondrous music)

ryan: what are you doing?

(Flesh squelches)

can someone take over?

(Door closes)

josie: whoa. Whoa. Are you ok?

Hey.

Oh, yeah. No, I'm fine.

I just... I just need a minute.

-(Breathes deeply)

-jesus.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Have you eaten anything today?

Hana: I am fine.

Just I'm...i'm having

a bad reaction.

To what?

Hana, please tell me

you aren't actually

taking those diet pills.

(Scoffs) you really,

really can't

lecture me on pills.

You look sick, hana.

This is just like those

scam-tastic cleanses

that we used to make fun of,

but worse, way worse.

It's not a bad thing for me

to want to change myself

for the better.

-It's my body.

-It is.

It is your body, yeah.

But do you really think

that you're gonna

magically feel better

when you reach a certain number

on the scale?

Because if so,

you're f*cking deluded, hana.

(Scoffs) I know you wish I

were fat and miserable forever.

Oh my god, you use the word

'fat' like it is a dirty word,

ok, that is the whole problem.

Hana, if you don't stop

punishing yourself,

you're gonna destroy

everything good in your life.

(Dark music)

alanya: hi.

-Hey.

-(Sports commentary on tv)

come in. (Chuckles)

you ok?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

You just seem a bit off.

I think 'off' might be

my equilibrium state.

(Alanya laughs)

um, have a seat.

And, uh, oh, you don't have to

indulge me, by the way.

We can go out.

Oh, no.

This is great.

-(Fridge door opens)

-(bottles clink)

(fridge door closes)

hana: hmm.

Thanks.

Yeah.

(Alanya sighs)

I promise to keep my hands

to myself this time.

I mean...

..are we committed to that plan

or...

..is there some latitude?

(Laughs)

(sparse, rhythmic music)

mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Do you mind

if we turn off the lights?

Yeah. Of course.

Ok.

(Switch clicks)

(inhales sharply)

(hana moans)

(moans)

(moans)

(alanya moans loudly)

(moans)

(silence)

(dark music builds)

(stomach gurgles)

(loud chewing)

(dark music)

(door slides)

(alanya speaks indistinctly

nearby)

(dramatic music)

(door slides)

alanya: yeah,

I had a friend stay over.

I'm just trying to find her.

(Hana breathes deeply)

-alanya: hana?

-(Switch clicks)

I am so sorry.

Uh...it's fine, it's fine.

Um, are you ok?

Um...

Uh, leave it, leave it.

I can do that.

-(Container clunks)

-(housemate gasps, then laughs)

what the f*ck? (Laughs)

(hana's breath hitches)

alanya: really?

Wait, hana!

(Intense music)

(hana sobs)

(eerie music)

(dark music)

(stomach gurgles)

(exhales)

(lock clicks)

(breathes raggedly)

(faint thud)

(loud thud)

(thudding and creaking)

(suspenseful music builds)

(door rattles)

(doorknob rattles)

(doorknob rattles vigorously)

travis: kimie?

Dad?

Travis: hana?

Hana: uh-huh.

Travis: everything ok?

Everything's fine.

I just felt like a little trip.

(Rustling)

(dark music)

(rustling)

travis: hana?

Can you open the door, please?

(Rustling)

(knock at door)

travis: answer me, hana.

-(Glass breaks)

-travis: what was that?

-(Doorknob rattles)

-(stomach gurgles)

travis: what the hell's going on

in there?

-(Glass smashes)

-(hana gasps)

-(suspenseful music)

-travis: what's going on?

(Bangs on door) open this door!

Hana!

(Bed creaks)

travis: hana!

(Bed creaks)

travis: hana!

(Banging on door)

travis: I said

open this door, hana!

-(Bed creaks)

-travis: open it right now.

(Bed creaks)

travis: hana, what's going on?!

Open this door.

(Intense music)

dad, would you just f*ck off?!

I'm not a child.

I know how to clean up

some glass, for f*ck's sake!

(Bed creaks)

is this what you wanted?

(Stomach gurgles)

(stomach gurgles)

(pants)

(stomach gurgles)

no.

(Stomach gurgles)

no, no, no, no, no. Not again.

Not again!

(Bed creaks)

(bottles clank)

(suspenseful music)

-(button clicks)

-(device beeps)

(sniffs)

(chews noisily on video)

(retches)

(retches)

(sighs)

(sniffs)

(dark music)

(scales beep)

(eerie music)

(thud outside)

(footsteps recede)

(tv plays faintly)

(chair creaks)

travis: ohh.

(Travis groans)

hana: are you ok?

Travis: oh, I'm fine.

I just, um...

My...pen.

Thank you.

(Pen clicks)

ohh.

Dare I ask you about the glass?

(Breathes heavily)

what is this?

It's pancakes.

What for?

I made you breakfast.

Aren't you feeding yourself?

I didn't even know

you could cook.

Travis: huh!

(Insulin injector pen clicks)

what, you think I can

synthesise complex compounds

and I can't... (Clears throat)

..can't follow a simple recipe?

(Softly) that just

makes it worse.

(Injector pen cap clicks)

are we fighting?

Hey, you've got to tell me

if we're fighting,

otherwise I just look foolish.

(Scoffs)

it's only a meal, hana,

and it's getting cold.

It's never just a meal.

Not with either of you.

Not ever.

Well, don't eat it, then.

What does it matter?

Hana: it matters!

You always pretend

like it's nothing.

But it has always mattered!

I understand if you don't care

about yourself that much, fine.

But why did you have to care

so little about us?

Your mother is the one

who's left.

You left us a long time ago!

-I'm still here.

-Until when?

(Gently) until when?

You can't sit by yourself

like this in the dark forever.

(Sniffles)

(hana stands)

(sniffles)

I'm not gonna sit with you here

until the end.

(Sniffles)

(zipper buzzes)

(lancet clicks)

(glucometer beeps)

(intriguing music)

hey.

You can say it.

Just...just say it.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I am sorry.

And you were right.

I need help.

I am losing weight way too fast.

Jesus, hana.

I told you not to take

melissa's pills.

They're not melissa's pills.

Uh...i actually made them

myself.

What do you mean...

..you made them?

Like, you stole an urn

or something?

Oh, hana.

Please tell me

you have not been...

(Whispers)

..eating all the cadavers.

(Mouths silently)

-one...

-Josie: oh...

-..cadaver.

-..my god.

Ours.

Bertha.

What the f*ck?

How?

I know.

Do you, though?

Because you ate a person! I...

(Josie sighs)

that is beyond f*cked up.

I know.

What you said about me

the other day, it...it is true.

I am f*cked up.

Sometimes i-i feel like

there is this, like,

bottomless pit inside of me

and everything just keeps

getting sucked into it.

And then...then I thought that

if i-i changed myself,

then it'll go away.

But it just got worse.

And now I think

I'm really in trouble.

You did f*ck up.

Yeah.

-Like, catastrophically.

-Yeah.

But you're not f*cked-up.

-Uh...

-There's a difference.

But you stopped taking them,

right?

-The pills?

-Yeah.

Um...there is one more thing.

(Whispers) bertha...

..has latched on to me...

..spiritually.

Spiritually?

I can prove this to you. Ok?

-(Zipper buzzes)

-yeah.

(Sniffles) uh, look into this.

(Plastic bag crinkles)

-(zipper buzzes)

-i just have to do this.

(Zipper buzzes)

(lancet clicks)

just take a look

into the reflection

and tell me what you see.

Hmm.

(Lancet clicks)

I see myself.

Try looking around the room.

-Ok, hana.

-(Glucometer beeps)

seriously, what are you doing?

I'm measuring my blood sugar.

I have this theory

that she comes

whenever my glucose levels

drop below 6 millimoles.

I've been microdosing on these

to keep my blood sugar up.

Just keep looking.

W--

at what?!

'Cause all I can see is my face

looking a bit freaked out,

frankly.

(Pants)

(whispers)

look...at...the spoons!

There is nothing.

There is nothing, hana.

There.

What...?

There!

You can't see that?

Hana...

She is right there!

Ok, ok, but...but listen.

Because you are seeing something

that I can't see.

(Hana exhales)

-hana...

-(Breathes deeply)

(hana sighs)

(sighs)

josie: I think that we should

speak to the school psych.

(Muffled) I mean, they...they're

used to seeing students...

(Gummy bear squishes)

(josie continues speaking

indistinctly)

-(whoosh!)

-(Loud crash)

oh! Thank god!

Thank god? The f*ck was that?!

-(Loud clunk)

-josie: oh!

-(Monitor smashes, clatter)

-eat the bears!

Eat the gummy bears!

(Hana sighs)

(hana sighs) she's gone for now.

-(Hana sighs)

-ok.

Hana: so I've been keeping track

and there is

a direct correlation.

The more calories I consume,

the more weight I lose

and the larger she gets.

(Whispers) it's like she's

devouring me from the inside.

I talked to mel.

She said that she felt

a presence at times,

but it was nothing like this.

And everything stopped when

she quit taking the pills.

Well, then what makes

bertha different?

What does she want?

Josie: uh, professor?

(Inhales) i, um...

..had a question...for you...

..um, ab...about, uh, the...

Lucy: we were inseparable

as teens.

(Tattoo g*n buzzes)

and she was the kind of sister

who'd buy you booze,

you know, show you how to

shove a tampon up your vag.

Yeah.

She worked in disability.

That was good for a bit.

And then, um, the diagnosis.

Yeah, we saw.

In her liver.

Yeah.

It started small.

Just a tiny speck

on her pancreas.

Grace spent her whole life

taking care of other people,

but she wasn't really up for

taking care of herself,

you know?

I think she carried

a lot of pain.

And eating had always been

her way of coping.

But it got really bad.

Then she stopped

seeing everyone.

(Tattoo g*n buzzes nearby)

I don't think grace ever

made peace with herself.

She was...so good.

And she never saw it.

And I couldn't help her.

You can't...love someone

into getting better.

(Josie sighs) are you ok?

I think I understand

why she latched on to me.

And I need to return

everything I took from her.

What...

I have to head home for her ash,

uh, but could you pick up

a few things for me?

I'll text you a list?

Josie: hana, wait.

(Intense music)

(lollies clink)

(lock turns)

(keys clink)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(scrubbing)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(scrubbing)

-(sighing)

-(scrubbing)

(fridge door alarm beeps)

(scrubs vigorously)

mom?

(Gasps) hana!

-You scared me.

-(Bag drops)

what's happened?

Oh.

You're here.

Of course I'm here.

I sent you my flight details.

I just... I didn't...i didn't

think you were coming back.

You are being silly.

What about dad?

He called just before.

We'll see.

Hana...

You're so skinny.

Are you ok?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Kimie: you're not fine.

Is it the stress?

I told you not to study

too hard, hana.

You always overdo it.

What are you looking for?

Did you...

Did you go through my stuff?

(Sighs) hana, maybe we need to

put school on hold for a bit.

Hana: I asked you not to clean

when I am not here.

You need to come home and rest.

I've never seen you so thin!

Oh my god, mom!

But that's what

you always wanted!

Of course not, hana.

You look like

a different person.

(Hana sighs)

no.

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no!

-What did you do with it?

-What?

The...the powder

that was in the tupperware.

-The dust?

-Yeah.

I threw it out.

-It was filthy.

-Hana: oh!

I needed that!

Kimie: I was just trying to

help you, hana.

Where are you going?

(Hana pants)

(stomach gurgles)

(fluorescent light crackles)

(button beeps)

(lift whirrs)

-(object moves)

-(gasps)

(presses button repeatedly)

-(loud clattering)

-(gasps)

(lock clicks)

(pants)

kimie: hana?

Hana: ohh.

Kimie: what are you doing, hana?

Oh, goddammit.

-(Bottle clatters)

-stop. What's going on?

Hmm!

Mmm.

Hana, stop! (Sobs)

why didn't you tell me

about this?

Is this bad?

Is this why you've lost

so much weight?

-Are you dying?

-No! No, no, no, no.

Just look at

the smooth borders, mom.

It's benign

soft tissue, see?

-(Thudding)

-ah! Someone's at the door.

Mom! Wait. Don't!

(Kimie screams)

(dramatic music)

ohh.

(Groans)

oh!

(Pants)

(grunts)

ok.

(Pants)

ohh!

-(Objects clang)

-oh!

(Pants)

hey!

(Coffee pot clangs)

you're pathetic!

No-one loves you!

(Table squeaks, chair crashes)

-(blade rings)

-oh!

(Pants)

-(creaking)

-ow!

(Grunts)

(creaking)

-argh!

-(Objects crash)

(gasps)

(grunts softly)

(legs creak)

(groans)

-(creaking)

-hana: oh!

(Pants)

-(legs creak)

-(hana groans)

ahhh!

(Gasps)

(groans)

(creaking and crunching)

(chokes)

(creaking and crunching)

(chokes)

(whimpers)

(chilling music)

(gasps)

(creaking and crunching)

(dark music)

(hana gasps)

(intense, pulsating music)

-(gasps)

-(bottle clatters)

(gasps and chokes)

-(gags)

-kimie: hana!

Not on the floor!

No. Stay in there. I have to go.

And don't clean!

(Traffic hubbub)

(intense music)

(car horn honks)

(bell chimes)

(intense music continues)

(gulps noisily)

ohh.

Uh, just charge me whatever

for...that.

Josie, hi.

Have you got any more

of that ketamine?

(Locker door bangs)

(phone buzzes)

josie: alright,

you want to fill me in?

Because I figured the ket

wasn't for celebrating.

Hana: I think I figured it out.

(Door beeps)

where the hell

did you get that, hana?

-(Locker door opens)

-hana!

I just need you to

trust me, jose.

Can I see your phone?

(Sighs) fine.

-(Jail cell locks, bell rings)

-here.

Josie: uh, what?

-(Door closes)

-(door beeps)

what the f*ck are you doing?

I'm so sorry. Just trust me.

Ok?

(Door rattles)

let me in!

Josie: oh my gosh. Wait.

Are you already high?

-(Door rattles)

-hana? Wait... Hana?

(Door rattles)

hana, that is way too much.

Hana: I only need 20 minutes,

tops.

For what?

-(Button clicks)

-hana, 20 minutes for what?

(Trolley rumbles)

I have a theory.

I told you it was a dead end.

But when I got the test done,

they found a growth

on my pancreas

in the exact same spot

as bertha's.

What if the ash

is what caused the tumour

and I need to remove the growth

to break the connection?

Well, that is not a theory.

-Uh, that is...

-(Lighter flicks)

..like far-fetched speculation

at best, hana.

Please think

about this clearly, ok?

-You can't just...

-(Claps twice)

..cut yourself open.

Elective surgery

would be months away.

There's no way

that I can last that long.

(Sighs) hana...

Hana, no!

No! This is...

This is not cool!

Ok? You cannot put this on me.

I swear I will make you pay

for, like,

20 years' worth of therapy!

f*cking decades of it, hana!

Look, I'll...i'll do

all the work.

All you have to do is make sure

that I don't bleed out after.

What? Hana...

Hana!

-(Door rattles)

-hana...

-(Injector pen clicks)

-(thudding)

hana? What are you doing?

(Injector pen clicks)

lowering my blood sugar.

What?

(Dark music)

(bangs on door)

(music fades)

(dark music)

(gasps)

(plastic sheet crinkles)

(ethereal music)

(breathes shakily)

(oppressive music)

(plastic sheet crinkles)

(breathes shakily)

(disturbing music)

(plastic sheet crinkles)

(hana screams)

argh!

(Gasps)

(plastic sheet crinkles)

(hana gasps)

(dark music)

(breathes heavily)

(hana groans)

(breathes heavily)

(groans)

(plastic sheet crinkles)

(groans and pants)

(pants)

(exhales)

(exhales)

oh!

(Heavy breathing)

(silence)

(suspenseful music)

(breathes heavily)

(pants)

(dark music)

(flesh squelches)

(groans)

(flesh squelches)

(groans)

(flesh squelches)

(grunts)

(plastic crinkles nearby)

(plastic crinkles)

(dark music)

(flesh squelches)

(grunts)

(flesh squelches)

(groans)

(plastic crinkles nearby)

(soft growling)

(loud grumbling)

(pants)

(grunts)

(hana pants)

(deep growling)

(footsteps stomp)

(growls)

(footsteps stomp)

(growling continues)

(flesh squelches)

(growls)

(growls)

(intense music)

-oh!

-(Growls)

(hana gasps)

(growls)

-(flesh squelches)

-(growls)

(growls)

-(flesh squelches)

-(gasps)

(intense music)

-argh!

-(Crunch!)

(Silence)

(pants)

(gasps)

ohh.

(Pants)

(distant metallic clunk)

-(bag thuds)

-(hana gasps)

(gasps)

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(music becomes hopeful)

(groans)

(josie speaks faintly) hey!

(Muffled voice)

god, you stupid, f*cking idiot.

What the hell were you thinking?

Hey! Hey. Hey. Hey.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

(Dark music)

(music fades)

(grim music builds)

-(furnace whooshes)

-(mechanical whirring)

(grim music)

(grim music fades)

kimie: I told you to wear

the other shirt.

This one gets wrinkled

so easily.

Travis: you said this one

brings out my eyes, though.

Kimie: I never said that.

Travis: you didn't?

Must've been my other wife.

Kimie: you are ridiculous.

(Travis laughs)

kimie: hana!

You are going to be late!

Professor: today, we gather

to honour the silent teachers

who have profoundly shaped our

understanding of the human body

and the art of medicine.

Each donor was a person

with dreams, fears

and stories of their own.

We do not know all the details

of their lives,

but we do know this.

In their final act,

they chose to

become our teachers.

They chose to leave a legacy

of learning,

compassion and healing.

To the families of our donors

here with us today...

(Professor continues

indistinctly)

(emotional music)

(doorbell chimes)

(footsteps approach)

hey.

Alanya: hi.

Come on in.

What's all this?

Oh, these are for you

to replace what i...

..last time.

-You really didn't have to.

-Right. Sorry.

Um...i couldn't remember

everything you had,

so I just went off of

the program list.

But, um, if there's anything

missing, I can just...

-Hana, I don't need groceries.

-Sorry.

You said.

I'm sorry for disappearing.

I was a little screwy,

evidently.

But I really am trying.

Alanya: what were you doing

at the gym before exams?

I wasn't at the gym.

I saw you go into

the locker room.

I called you, like, right after.

(Alanya sits)

I should probably

leave you to it.

Alanya: hana...come on.

I want to understand.

(Breathes deeply)

you're wonderful.

(Sighs)

adorable.

Clever.

Completely amazing.

What's wrong?

(Tender music)

(both breathe heavily)

(alanya gasps)

(music intensifies)

(gasps)

(grumbling)

(chewing and heavy breathing)

(chews)

(moans)

(chews)

(sober music)

(music darkens)

(dark music intensifies)

(dark music continues)

(chilling music)

(disturbing music)

(disturbing music crescendos)

(disturbing music fades)

(dark music)

(silence)