Perth, 1977. Mary Patterson stands at the side of the road with her thumb out and a suitcase at her feet. She's leaving everything behind. A kind stranger offers her a ride across the Nullarbor. Adelaide is two thousand kilometres away. Far enough to start over. Far enough to be free. But freedom is a long, straight road with nowhere to hide. As the empty highway stretches endlessly before them, Mary begins to see things. Or remember things. The line between past and present blurs. And the man driving starts to look like someone else. Someone Mary has been running from her entire life.
Los Angeles, 1926. A disgraced ex–cop turned down‑at‑heel private eye bursts into a rain‑slicked church with the police at his heels and only one thing left to ask for: time. Time to kneel in the confessional and finally tell the story of how a “good” detective became the man every piece of evidence now points to. As sirens close in outside and candles gutter inside, he peels back six years of his life—every debt, every lie, every compromised case, every forbidden desire—trying to understand where survival ended and damnation began. THE FALL is a tense, slow‑burn noir about guilt and grace, obsession and self‑destruction, told in one long midnight confession where the biggest mystery isn’t who did it, but how a man loses himself one choice at a time.