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(alarm blaring)

(ship horn blows)

(alarm continues)

(automated female voice) Please
cross the bridge and turn left,

and continue to follow
the road for 42 miles.

Please turn right and
continue for six miles.

Please turn right. You have
reached your destination.

All right. How you doing?
I’m Edmond Murray.

Hi. Can I see your ID, please?

Of course.

(police radio chatter)

Here you go.

Mr. Murray’s just arrived.

(officer) Copy that.

Good morning. My name’s
Officer Birch. How you doing?

I’m the initial investigating
officer. Uh-huh.

Ms. Richmond is waiting
for you over by the water.

I’m Ethan’s dad. I
know that, Mr. Murray.

I’m afraid that I cannot
comment any further on the case.

Inspector Roy will
be down here later on.

He’ll be able to fill you
in on any questions.

Okay. Ms. Richmond is
just down by the water,

if you follow the path over
to the right. Okay. Thank you.

(exhales)

Joan!

Fuck. Joan!

(Joan sobbing)

What are they doing out there?

They’re looking for him.

They think he’s in the water?

I don’t know.

(sobbing)

I don’t know.

What the fuck happened?

I don’t know.

(police radio chatter)

That’s where he was sleeping.

You all right? I
can’t go back there.

Can I go in there? No, sorry.

Fuck.

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I’ve rented this place.
I’m going to stay here.

Okay, I’ll stay somewhere near.

Good.

Would you be able to
do something for me?

Mm-hmm.

I need you to go
back to the house.

Ethan drew me a picture

the day before he left and...

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Thanks.

Do we know anything about
the people that run that camp?

No, they said they’ve
questioned everyone.

Did you meet them?
Before you sent him?

Yeah, I mean... They
seemed really lovely.

The woman was really
lovely. I don’t... Uh-huh.

I... I’m sure they were
fine. I’m sure they were fine.

I never would have
sent him there if I

thought that there was
anything wrong. Ever!

I know, I know.
You’re a good mum.

I know.

(phone ringing)

Hi.

Are you okay?

-(man) Yeah.
-Yeah?

-It was fine.
-What did they want to know?

Well, they just had
some questions.

What sort of stuff?

My relationship with Ethan.

Why?

No. Are you on your way
back? Can you come back?

Okay, all right.

-Bye. I love you.
-Love you. Bye.

Is that your man? Yeah.

Was it his idea to
send him to the camp?

Oh, fucking hell.

Yeah, sure, it was his idea.

He’s my son. Okay?

It was my choice. I
wish he hadn’t gone.

So do I. I didn’t want him
to go in the first place, but...

kids his age, they’re
doing stuff like that.

And Ethan’s not... He’s...

He’s different, and he...

he didn’t want to go.

And I knew he didn’t want to go.

He seemed okay, before he went?

I just... I just needed a...

I’m sorry.

(sniffles)

Was it...

He’s been having a hard time.

Okay?

(dog barking)

(man) All right?

Get them ready to go.

Inspector, this is
Eddy, Ethan’s dad.

All right, Mr. Murray.

I’m Inspector Roy. Inspector.

I’m running the investigation
with my team here.

Mr. Murray, I’d like you to come into
my office this afternoon at 3:00, please.

Of course, 3:00.

The details are on the card.

And my personal mobile number
is on the back, should you need it.

Miss, are you sure you
want to take part in this?

Yeah.

Yesterday, you seemed-- No.

You sure? I’m here. I can
take over. No, I want to do it.

Very good.

If you’ll just listen
to the instructions

and then I’ll tell
you where to stand.

Okay. Thank you.

Roy: Attention,
please, everyone!

This morning, we’re going
to search this entire slope.

I want you to move
through the bracken together.

You keep two meters apart.

If you find anything,

you raise your hand
and you shout, "Here!"

It’s very important
that you touch nothing.

Understood?

All right.

Thank you all for coming.
Take your positions, please.

Where do you want us? You can
stand here, at the end of this line.

Edmond: Thank you.

Two meters, two meters.

(dogs barking)

Kennis! Let’s go!

(all) Ethan! Ethan!

-Ethan!
-(dogs barking)

Ethan! Ethan!

Ethan! Ethan!

Ethan!

Ethan!

Ethan!

Joan: Ethan!

(door opens)

(police radio chatter)

Who’s she? (officer)
Inspector Roy can tell you.

Please, come with me.

Edmond: How you
doing? Mr. Murray. Please.

Is there any news?
Nothing, as yet.

How are you coping?

I’ve-- I’ve known
better days, you know?

Allow me to tell
you where we are.

The alert plan
has been triggered

since yesterday morning. Good.

We continue to interview everybody
who has come into contact with your son.

Now, the supervising
staff at the camp,

they tell me that they would do
regular checks of the tents and the pods,

to make sure that the children
were asleep and all was well.

The last check took place
at 1:00 in the morning.

And he was in there?

He was in there. At that
point, everything was fine.

When I looked at his cabin,

I could see his clothes were still
in there, his bag was still in there.

His little snacks
were still in there.

Now, Mr. Murray,

I have to tell you that we’re
investigating every hypothesis,

including kidnapping.

Now, allow me to ask
you a number of questions.

You may find some of these
questions unsettling, intimate. May I?

No, don’t worry. You can
ask me whatever you want.

First of all, I understand that
you’ve been traveling a great deal.

You’ve been in Libya, Saudi
Arabia, Iraq. Why is that?

My work’s international.

I’ve been working abroad
for the last ten years,

um, give or take.

I work in the oil fields, and I
go wherever they send me.

Would you say your business,
your work was dangerous?

The work, in itself,
is not dangerous.

You can sometimes be in
places where you are in danger.

And I am constantly aware,
when I’m in certain places,

that I need to watch my back.

Have any of these things
affected you, Mr. Murray?

Ah... (exhales)

A subordinate of mine
was taken hostage.

We went through a whole
fiasco trying to get him back.

It was a fucking mess. And we
ended up paying the hostage ransom.

(officer) Sir...

(speaking Gaelic)

Oh, come on. If you’ve got something
to say, you can say it in English.

I’d like to ask you
for your mobile phone.

We need it for the purposes of the
investigation, to retrieve the contacts.

It’s procedure. I’m not
supposed to give my phone out.

I’m sure you can appreciate the
importance of this, at this point in time.

I completely can.

The nature of my work means
there’s sensitive material on here.

You just need my contacts? Yes.

Thank you.

It would be fair to say that most
of the countries where you work

would be unsuitable to take a
child to, yes? Most of them, yes.

The hours that I work, and
the far-flung places I end up in,

even if they aren’t insecure,
aren’t suitable for taking a child.

I can’t take him all over the
world. He’s got to be in school.

He’s got to have his friends,
got to have some stability.

He’s got to have a house, a
family. And I can’t offer him that.

When did you last see your son?

I saw him at Christmas
time. I saw him...

I saw him on Skype
at Christmas time.

He seemed fine.

Roy: Do you have a good
relationship with your ex-wife?

Edmond: It’s
not-- It’s not bad.

It’s not her fault we split up.

Roy: Is there any antagonism?

Edmond: From me, none.

Roy: Do you have any
contact with her new partner?

Edmond: I’ve seen him on
Skype a few times. He seems fine.

Have you security checked him?

Because isn’t it well known
that nine times out of ten,

it’s someone you know,
someone in your family?

Roy: This is the case, which is why
it’s part of our primary investigation.

And you? Is there
someone new in your life?

Edmond: Yes.
Yes, I have a partner.

I’ve been seeing
her for five years.

Roy: Two years ago, your wife
told you that your son was unwell.

Edmond: I came back and we
went away together for a month.

We had a cracking time.

We went all over North America.

And...

(sighs)

And then I went back to work.

Do you have reason to believe

that it’s because of what I
do that Ethan has been taken?

I have reason to believe that
somebody made a decision

to choose your son
and not the other child.

That’s why I’m asking you these
questions, Mr. Murray. Why Ethan?

Why him? Why not the other boy?

Unfortunately, all you can
do at this point in time is wait.

Wait for us to contact you.

(knocks)

(door unlocking)

How you doing? (man) Edmond.

Nice to see you. Come in.

All right. Thank you.

(chattering on TV)

Joan? Where’s Joan? Ah...

She... She’s resting. Sit
down. You want a whiskey?

Aye. Sure, thank you.

Brutal weather outside,
eh? (TV turns off)

Uh-huh. Apparently,
it’s going to be...

It’s going to be an
early winter, apparently.

I mean, that’s what, you
know, the locals are saying.

All the old people.

But no one fucking believes
them anymore, do they?

They just believe the...
the fucking Internet.

Slainte.

Joan’s just...

She really broke down tonight.

You know, I just
think it really fucking...

really hit her. I
know. Fair enough.

So I’ve just given her a little
something to help her sleep.

So hopefully she’ll
get a full night,

so I’m not gonna--
What did you give her?

Fuck. I don’t know
the name of it. Um...

(clears throat)

I... I struggle with
sleep occasionally

and I got a prescription
fucking ages ago but...

How long has she been
asleep for, with that?

Um...

About an hour and a half
ago, something like that.

But I don’t think-- I don’t think
I should wake her up, really.

She needs the rest.

Nothing to worry about. Okay.

Yeah. It’s not a regular thing.

In the circumstances--
All right, man. All right. Yep.

So what are you...

What’s going to happen with your
work? What are you going to do?

Ah, work can wait.

It’s easy for me, really, ’cause I
work for myself. I set up a business.

I’ve got this construction
company and...

I mean, it’s, you know, small
but I’ve had it for about 15 years.

I started in my early 20s.

Based here? International?

No. No, I’m not like you. No.

No, I... I want to stay here.

Local, really. It’s
small, you know.

I started it myself. It
was a grind, believe me.

But now I’ve recruited
enough people

that it just kind of runs
itself, which is great.

So I can now essentially just
be here, be there for Joan and...

Nothing more
important than that, eh?

She’s fucking amazing, man.

Have you heard anything?
Has anybody called or...

Today? Uh-huh.

What about? The
searches? No, no.

To be honest with you, my
focus is really on her, you know.

I’m just focusing on her.

No. I’m actually just going to
switch my phone off for a bit.

Is that a good idea?

Well, you’re here. You’ve
got your phone on, no?

I just wanted to
have a conversation--

Yeah. No, no.

I just don’t want
to be disturbed.

So where are you going
to stay? Joan said you

don’t really have anywhere
around here anymore.

Don’t worry about me, Frank.
I’ll be fine. I’ll find something.

Why don’t you stay at Joan’s? I mean, it’s
technically your-- your place, as well.

Aye. Well, if you’re
not going to be there...

Listen, I understand that you
and Joan might need some space.

No, look, it’s-- Time
together. I can-- I can escape.

My parents-- I inherited this little
shack in the middle of fucking nowhere.

I can go and, you
know, get out of the way.

I’m selling it, actually.

Because, following in your footsteps,
I found this unbelievable bit of land,

and now we’re going
to build a house,

and it’s just so beautiful.

Joan loves it. The
light is amazing.

Actually, can I-- can I
show you something?

Here, come into the
kitchen. Come on.

So these got delivered today,
actually. I was just looking over them.

So, I’ve been working with this
architect. He works in my company.

So he’s designing it
with me, and Joan also.

So this is the outside of
the house. The sea is here.

And we’ve got all the light
here. It’s beautiful. Glass here.

Actually, I think
I want a bit more.

But then this is the top floor.
We’ve got our bedroom here.

Lots of light for Joan. It’s
going to be unbelievable.

And then down here is the basement.
Just don’t really know what to do with it.

Maybe... Maybe
a games room or...

Be careful. What do you think?

Are you actually
fucking kidding me?

Um...

Where’s Ethan’s room?

Okay...

Are you putting him
in the basement?

No, we’re not putting
him in the basement.

I can see that you’re
angry and upset-- Joan!

Hey, hey, hey! She’s asleep. No.

She’s asleep. I
need to talk to her.

Hey. I need to talk to her.

Why? She’s asleep.

’Cause my fucking son’s missing.

Yeah, I’m aware of that. I’m
aware that your son’s missing.

He’s also my son. I
love him very much.

Don’t. Fucking
don’t. Don’t what?

Don’t tell me he’s your son,
as well. Well, let’s be honest.

He’s been... He’s been more my son
than he has yours the last year, hasn’t he?

You’re a very fucking weird man!
What have you done with my son?

I’ve done nothing with your son. What
the fuck have you done with my son?

I love your son! What
the fuck have you done?

Edmond: Inspector Roy,
you need to come over here.

I’m at Joan’s rented
accommodation.

I’m here with her partner,
Frank. He’s unconscious.

He’s been high as a
kite. He’s given her drugs.

And he knows something.
He fucking knows something.

Please call me back at this
number as soon as you can.

-Get the fuck off!
-Get in the van! Get in the van!

Please, you’re making a mistake!
You’re making a big mistake!

Hey, there’s a picture in
the bag. Just give it to Joan!

Just get in the van!
You’re making a mistake!

What? Section 1 of the
Criminal Justice Act...

You don’t understand.
The man has taken my son.

Or he’s done something to my son, or
he fucking knows something about my son.

You’ve gotta go back there!

You take me to fucking jail,

and you’re taking
him to the hospital?

Do you understand?

You’re having a fucking laugh!

...informed of your arrest and
you’ll have access to a solicitor.

These rights... Fuck!

...will be explained to you further
once we arrive at the police station.

I suggest you make yourself
comfortable, Mr. Murray.

I don’t care how
fucking badly he is hurt.

The minute he wakes up, you need
to ask him what he’s done with my son.

You’re not going
to say anything?

Nothing?

My son’s missing!

My son’s missing!

Fuck.

That’s my wallet.

That’s... They’re
actually Joan’s keys.

That’s Frank’s phone.
That’s my phone.

You want to put that
somewhere else?

Put it in there, please.

That could be evidence.

Make yourself at home.

(rain pattering)

All right.

Obviously, you’ll be held
in custody until the morning.

I’ll come back then and we’ll
see what’s to happen to you.

I’m really sorry about
everything that happened.

But have you spoken to him yet?

I have to impress
upon you, Mr. Murray,

you’re wasting our time now.

Every hour is critical, and
you’re wasting our time.

There’s something
not right about that guy.

The day after my wee
boy’s gone missing,

he’s showing me
blueprints of some house

that he wants to move into
with my wife-- my-- my ex-wife.

And he doesn’t have a
room in that house for my son.

Either he knows something or
he’s criminally a fucking prick.

Please, Joan’s taking
Valium and going to sleep.

I have known that woman.

She’s a good mother and
she would not take anything

that would stop her
answering that phone.

She would be up checking
that phone every 15 minutes.

So I am really sorry. I apologize.
I’m not going to talk anymore.

But please, just
treat him seriously.

You’re not stable right
now. I’m telling you straight.

You’re in no position to tell me
how to conduct this investigation.

I’ll see you.

(pounds on door)

(door opens)

It’s my wee boy...

(door closes)

Roy: Mr. Gilchrist
is still in hospital.

He has two fractured ribs.
He has a dislocated hip.

Nonetheless, he’s decided
not to press charges against you.

(scoffs) Were you
able to talk to him?

I’ve communicated with him.
I have taken a similar position.

I’m not going to take this
any further, Mr. Murray.

One of my colleagues
has retrieved your car.

It’s at the station here.

You’re letting me go?
You’re no longer in custody.

You don’t think it’s weird that
he’s not going to press charges?

Mr. Murray, I’ll explain
something very significant to you,

to help you clear
your mind of all of this.

One month ago, your
wife suffered a miscarriage.

What? Yes.

I’m telling you this, so that you
can understand the situation,

the predicament of both Ms.
Richmond and Frank Gilchrist.

Now, this was a very difficult
thing for her to deal with.

In fact, this is the reason that she
decided to send your son to the camp.

So that she could get some
calm, some peace, to deal with this.

It was nothing to
do with Mr. Gilchrist.

Is she all right?

In these circumstances, no.

And I understand that this is
a very difficult period for you.

I’d like to offer you
psychological support.

You need to go home.

You need to clear
your head of this,

to allow us to go on
with the investigation.

No, I’m fine.

I won’t be any more
problem to you, I promise.

Thank you. Thank
you for your patience.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(line ringing)

(woman) Hi, this is Leah.
Leave me a message. Thank you.

Edmond: Leah,
it’s Edmond. Um...

I’m here. I’m sorry I’ve
not checked in earlier.

I got in a bit of trouble
with the police last night.

I’m fine. I’m absolutely fine.

And we haven’t
heard anything about...

what’s happened to Ethan yet.

Could you tell the company I’m
really sorry I haven’t checked in?

Can you do that for me? Tell them
I’m okay and I’ll be in touch soon.

Um...

I love you.

If you get this call, just
please call me back, okay?

Joan! Joan?

Joan.

(gasps)

You okay?

Have they found him?

No. Not yet.

Joan.

I’m really sorry for
what happened to you.

What do you mean?

About your wee baby.

I’m very sorry.
Who told you that?

Inspector Roy.
He was trying to--

Well, he’s got no fucking
right to tell you that.

I know you guys were going through
a very difficult time, even before this.

Fuck off.

Was it hard for Ethan?

’Cause he said that you...

I...

You needed peace and...

I mean, this is bad
enough, as it is.

I don’t know what
you’re trying to do to me.

I’m not trying to do anything.

He didn’t...

He didn’t want
me to have a baby.

Ethan? No, of course he didn’t.

Does that make you
happy? That he hated it?

No.

’Cause he fucking
hated the idea.

He hated that
Frank had moved in.

And he hated the fact that
you weren’t here anymore.

And the only person he could talk to
about it was me, because you weren’t here.

So I had to deal with our son
being upset about something

that I was really happy about.

I’m really sorry about that.

Where were you last night?

I was in the police station.
They just let me out.

They said Frank’s not
going to press any charges.

He fucking should.

Did he give you
Valium last night?

Yeah.

I’ve never known you
to take a pill in your life.

Well, you don’t know me anymore.

Okay.

I thought you were going
to say you were sorry.

That’s what I thought
you were going to say.

I thought you were going to
say sorry for beating the shit

out of my boyfriend.

You know, he never
even mentioned Ethan.

He’s all excited about his blueprints
for his new house that’s he’s building.

Yeah, we were really
excited about that!

We were really excited about
that. Ethan was excited about that.

And we all talked about it together,
as a family. Me, him and Frank.

We all sat down and we discussed
it. That’s what we do. That’s my family.

And you’d know that
if you asked about him,

if you asked your son about him.

But you don’t, do you?

Because you never fucking call

and you never
fucking do anything.

You sent a present
on his seventh birthday.

He doesn’t even get the
chance to talk to his dad.

Have you even thought
about what this all means?

That your son’s missing?

All I’ve been thinking
about this whole time

is that I’m a bad mother, that
I’ve done something wrong.

Have you even thought for a fucking
second what sort of father you are?

What sort of father
you’ve been to your son?

I know, I know. I
know I’m a bad dad.

I know I’m never here. I
know he can’t rely on me.

But it’s not my fault he’s
gone missing, darling.

(sobbing)

I just... Hey, hey!

Stop and think for a minute.

Just think of what
we need you to do.

Frank is not...

He’s a beautiful, strong,
amazing man who loves your son.

I don’t believe that.

Right.

(knocking on door)

Why do you think that
my phone is being tapped?

Listen. At 2:00 this afternoon,
I got a call from Glasgow.

They asked me to
come off this case.

I said, "Why? Why should
I drop this file? Why?

You must send me a written
explanation why I should drop this file."

And they yell at me,
shout at me. And I hung up.

At 2:17, I get a call,
this time from London.

From Sir Patrick Nelson.

This man, he’s higher up than
anybody in the police force in Scotland.

And he tells me this case
will be handled from London.

This time, I get a
chance to say nothing.

He tells me that this is in
everyone’s best interests.

And that’s it.

At 3:00, I tell my team we’re
no longer involved. And I leave.

I didn’t have much faith in a kidnapping
related to your work in the oil industry.

I could be wrong.

London must have some
information that I don’t have.

But I’ll tell you this.

You’re on your own. Basically,
you’re on your own, Mr. Murray.

I can’t stay. Don’t
use your phone.

Thank you.

(exhales)

Come on, darling. Pick up.

-Leah: Hello?
-Leah?

-Can you hear me?
-What’s this number?

What’s this number
you’re phoning on?

It’s not my phone.

Listen to me, listen
to me, listen to me.

No, you listen to me. Do you have
any idea what’s been going on here?

Do you know the cops came into the office?
They turned the whole place upside down.

They’ve got the
computers. They’ve got the

hard drives. They’ve
got everything, Edmond.

-Do you understand what this means?
-What?

They’ve got all the files. I
mean, they’ve got the Iraq files.

I mean, Jesus!

Has anybody mentioned my name?
Has anybody been looking for me?

Listen to me. Listen
to me, Edmond, okay?

I’ve gotta tell you this. Don’t call
me again. Do you understand?

-Leah...
-Do you understand? I’m sorry.

(call disconnects)

-(Joan on video) Can I take it off?
-Frank: Yeah, sure.

-Joan: Oh, my God!
-Joan.

That is not what I
was expecting at all.

Frank: What do you
think? It’s amazing, eh?

Joan: It’s amazing.

Frank: I know! We can
build a house along here.

I was thinking this is where,
you know, if you wanted to...

we could, you
know, start a family.

Yeah.

Yeah! I want to, yeah.

-Frank: Well, I love you very much.
-Joan: I love you.

You clever, clever man.

(people cheer)

Ready? Make a wish!

Three, two, one! Come on!

(children giggling, chattering)

(boy) One more, one more, one
more. Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, come on!
Don’t leave me hanging!

-(Ethan blows)
-(Joan and Frank) Yay!

(clapping, cheering)

Joan: Do you like it?

(Edmond laughs)

Joan: Okay, okay. Let’s
open the big one now.

This is the one.

This is from Daddy,

who wishes he could be
here, but he can’t be here today.

This is from Dad.

(wrapping paper tearing)

-Joan: Oh, my God.
-Frank: Oh, my goodness.

Joan: What’s that?
It’s a helicopter.

Isn’t that amazing? Yeah?

Frank: Ethan, how do you
like your present from your dad?

Yeah? Good present? All right!

You’re doing really good.

You’re a good mum.

You are a good mother.

(sobbing)

Joan: A rocket!

Frank: Whoa!

(children playing)

Oh, my God!

-(Edmond laughs)
-(Joan squeals)

You got that?

Frank: Ethan! You
having fun? Are you happy?

You having a good birthday?

Look, Ethan! Look! What do
you think? It’s pretty cool, eh?

You’re going to be
hanging out with that guy.

Hey? Look at that!

Hi, guys! How you doing?

Yeah, sure.

You want to say
goodbye to your pal?

See ya!

(woman) Are you all ready
for this, junior astronauts?

- Yeah!
-(woman) That’s what I like to hear!

Okay, so, just to let you
know, Mums and Dads,

before you head off, we’ve
got loads of busy days--

Joan: Love you.
You’ll be all right, okay?

Just try and enjoy it.
You’ll have a great time.

(woman) Say bye-bye
to them, Mums and Dads.

Joan: I love you, darling.

Frank: Bye, Ethan
buddy! Have fun!

(Joan laughs)

Frank: Bye, Ethan!

There we go.

Joan: The first-- The first
time he’s slept away from home.

-Bye, darling! Love you!
-Frank: Bye, Ethan!

Frank: Come on, give
us a wave. Bye, bud!

Frank: Go on, Ethan!

Joan: Go, go, go!
Come over here.

Go, go, go!

-Who wants a balloon?
-(boy) Me!

Joan: They’re all tangled up.

(woman) They’re going
to be well-fed. They’re--

Frank: Astronomy camp--

Have fun!

(muttering)

(line ringing)

Joan: Hi, are you okay?

Frank?

Hey, Joan. It’s
not Frank. It’s me.

-Why are you calling me on Frank’s phone?
-I took it off him last night.

The police thought it was
mine, so they gave it back to me.

Please, before you get angry
with me, can you listen to me?

Can I come over? I’ll give you--

Why?

I think I’ve found something.

Frank: You’re going to be
hanging out with that guy, eh?

Joan: Isn’t that amazing?

Frank: Want to say
goodbye to your pal?

I can’t watch this. Why
are we watching this?

Frank: See ya!

Just have a look at this.

The same car?

Two different places,
two different times,

and the common
factor being our son.

Well, the common
factor’s not our son.

The common factor is that he was
at a birthday party with all his friends,

and then he went to adventure
camp with all his friends.

So that’s... It’s probably
just one of the parents’ cars.

That’s fine, that’s fine. Worst-case
scenario, I’ll turn up at his mate’s house

and I’ll get a sympathetic cup
of tea with some innocent dad.

I think you need
to call your brother.

Oh, fuck...

Call your brother. He
still works in insurance.

He’ll be able to get the license plate.
He’ll be able to get the home address.

Yeah, illegally.

I still think... I still think we
should call the police. I can’t--

I told you before--
I know! I can’t...

We are on our own. Darling,
we are all that Ethan’s got.

Those were Inspector
Roy’s last words to me.

Call your brother. Now.

They might have already
moved him. Fine, fine!

Go, go, go.

Rob, Hi. No, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry it’s so early.

Yeah, I know. No.
Nothing yet, no. Um...

Look, I need you to do
something for me, if you can.

I don’t know, it looks like a
house or a building or something.

It’s in the middle of
nowhere. It’s not that far away.

If I take the long road, I can
come around on it from behind.

All right, look, William O’Connor.
Have you ever heard that name?

No. I don’t know.

All right, fuck it.

Fuck it. All right,
I’ll come with you.

No, no, no, no. No!
You have to let me go.

No, I can’t just stay here.

If something happens to me,

he’s going to need
one of us. Okay?

Just think before you do anything,
okay? Don’t do anything stupid.

Uh-huh. All right?

And if you’re not back by
midday, then I’m calling the police.

That’s it! Okay?
That’s it, Eddy!

Call Inspector Roy.

All right. I’ve got
Frank’s phone.

Maybe, maybe, maybe, you might see
a shooting star or a comet or something.

Frank: Wow! Your mum has done
amazing research into this camp.

I think I just
saw a little smile.

(automated female voice) You will
reach your destination in 300 yards.

You will reach your
destination in 200 yards.

You will reach your
destination in 100 yards.

You have reached
your destination.

Turn around.

Turn around.

(breathing heavily)

(door creaks)

(vehicle approaches)

(vehicle stops)

(door closes)

(thudding)

(metal clanking)

William: It’s too dangerous now. I
need to wait. I’ll leave in 20, I think.

Okay.

(hammering)

(shouts)

(body thuds)

Edmond: Look at me. Look up.

What the... Look
at me. Look at me.

Do you know who I am? No.

Do you know why I’m here? No.

I know who you are.

What are you talking about?
I’ve got pictures of you.

I got pictures of
your car. My car?

Outside the Lockey Camp. What?

Outside the climbing
center in Crianlarich

for two weeks following my son.

Do you know who I am?

You’re fucking mental, man.

Do you know why I’m here?

You’re making a
mistake here, man!

This is fucking nothing--

Tell me what I want to know!

I don’t know what you’re
fucking talking about, man.

Tell me what I want
to know! What about?

Where’s my fucking son?

You’ve made a mistake, man!

Just fucking untie
me and let me--

Tell me where my fucking son is!

Or I will drive this up through
your mouth, up through your brain,

and outta the top of your
fucking head. Do you understand?

I don’t fucking know! You fuck!

What are you fucking doing, man?

Don’t fucking do that, man!
You’ve made a mistake.

Untie me, let me go, and I’ll say
fuck all about this, mate, all right?

Man, what are you fucking doing?

Man, don’t fucking do that,
man! I don’t fucking know!

Tell me where my wee
boy is. I don’t fucking know!

Fucking tell me where my
wee boy is. I don’t fucking know.

(whimpering)

You going to tell me
where my wee boy is?

I don’t fucking know...

What the fuck!
Where’s my fucking son?

I don’t fucking know, man!
I don’t fucking-- No, man!

You take my fucking
son? Don’t fucking do that!

I’m going to burn your fucking
feet off. No, don’t do that!

Tell me right now! I
don’t fucking know.

Where the fuck is
my son? I don’t know.

Where’s my fucking son?

(screaming)

You going to tell
me? Okay, okay, okay!

Tell me where he is.

He... He...

(stammering)

What? Fucking speak!

Dunmore Lodge. Where?

Dunmore Lodge.
We take ’em there.

We drop them there and they
come and pick them up later.

Who? I don’t fucking know.

Who? I fucking swear! I swear!

I don’t fucking know
that, man! I swear...

I don’t fucking touch them, man.

I’m not like them! I’m
not fucking like them.

I’m not like that. I just deliver them.
I drop them off and that’s fucking it.

You don’t touch them?
Never, man. Never.

Who touches them?

Who touches them?

I don’t know, man. I
just... I take photos.

Fucking...

I take photos
outside the schools.

And then... And
then they pick them.

I’m sorry, man.

Don’t fucking hell, man! No!

(panting)

(sobbing)

(panting)

(grunting)

(tire hissing)

(toilet flushes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

-(foosball table
rattling) -(men grunting)

(man 1) He should be here.

(man 2) Huh?

(man 1) He should’ve been
here at least 15 minutes ago!

(man 2) Call him again, then.

(grunting continues)

(man 1) William, where the
fuck are you? You’re late!

(foosball table rattling)

(man 2) Come on. Spit it out.

Get in. Get in.

He’s still not picking up.

-(man 2) Shit!
-(man 1) I don’t like this.

(man 3) There’s cops everywhere.
They put roadblocks everywhere.

The whole area’s swarming
with cops. Maybe he got nicked.

Forget the girl. Let’s take what
we have and get outta here.

(man 2) They really
wanted the girl, though.

Okay.

We’re not staying
here. Let’s go.

-Let’s go!
-(man 2) Hurry up!

(door opens)

(door slams)

Fuck.

(man 2) Fuck it!

(man 1) Steven! It’s fucking
flat. When did that happen?

Steven: It must have been done
on the road, when we drove here.

Probably a nail or a screw.
Those can make it deflate slowly.

It takes me five minutes
to put the spare on.

Take the kid back inside.
I’ll call you when I’m finished.

(exhaling)

(gas hissing)

Steven?

Steven!

Where the fuck is he?

-(wind gusting)
-(house rattling)

Steven!

Where are the fucking keys?
Give me your fucking keys.

Here we go!

(man 1) Steven!

Steven!

(phone chimes)

Inspector Roy, it’s Joan Richmond.
Can you call me as soon as you get this?

Steven! Are you there?

Are you there?

Steven!

What the fuck
are you playing at?

-(door slams)
-Steven!

(door opens)

-Where the fuck is he?
-(door slams)

(footsteps departing)

Have you seen Steven?
He’s not downstairs?

Have you got the car keys?

No, Steven has them.
Where the fuck is he?

Call him!

(phone rings)

Shh, shh, shh...

(man 2) Steven,
where the hell are you?

We’re looking all over for you.

Edmond: Listen to me. That
wee boy that you’ve got is my son.

The police are on their way.

You have to leave the little boy
where he is and just run away.

It’s your only shot, pal.

(man 1) You listen to me, prick.

I’m coming for you.

(breathing heavily)

Stay with the boy.

What if the cops come?
Bullshit! Do what I told you.

Fuck!

(loud clattering)

(banging)

(creaking)

(laughing)

Hey, man! Hey, man!

Hey, Ethan!

Ethan, can you wake up, pal?

Can you wake-- Can you wake up?

(laughing) You stay asleep.

Eddy! Joan!

Eddy!

Shh, shh! Come this
way. Come on, quickly.

(car engine starts)

(car departs)

(shouts)

(Joan screams)

You okay? Yeah.

(bullets ricocheting)

(window shatters) (groans)

Fuck!

(groans) Fuck!

(groaning)

Is he still following us?

I can’t see.

Edmond: Joan...

Joan!

Eddy?

Eddy! (screams) Eddy!

(alarm chiming)

Eddy?

Eddy?

Eddy!

Eddy!

(footsteps approaching)

It’s all right! It’s all right! It’s
me. You’re safe, you’re safe.

Oh, geez! The boy...

The boy is all
right. It’s all right.

(sobbing)

(drone buzzing)

There you go. Just be
real gentle and take it over

to the left, like that. Oh,
you see it bob like that?

-Joan: You want a go?
-Edmond: Yeah, you want a go?

-Ethan: Yeah, sure.
-Edmond: You want to try it? Okay.

Here we go.

Right. Here we go, the vital
moment, the transference of power.

Get your fingers on it. Ready?

Get your fingers on it!
There, you’ve got it, wee man.

It’s all yours.

Well done, Ethan.

Well done, pal.

Is it good? (laughs)

Don’t bring it too close towards
you. I want to keep my hair.

You cheeky thing...

Whoa!

(all laughing)

So good, wee man. So good.

I’m going to leave this to you, ’cause
you seem to know what you’re doing.

You do! Kinda. (laughs)

It’s making me scared.

Don’t drop it on our heads!

Whoa! (laughing)

Wow! Wow!

You’ll be a pilot for the
MOD before you know it.

Roy: Mr. Murray!

Edmond: Hey, pal...

I’m going to need to get going.

Should we land it and
say a proper bye-bye?

Okay, all right.

I love you, pal.

When are you coming back?

Um...

I might be a wee while. Okay.

But I am going to come back.

I’ll come back
and be here, okay?

Ethan: Okay.

(drone buzzing)

Okay.

See ya, Joan. See ya.

(drone buzzing)

(laughing)

You okay? Yeah.

Whoa! (laughs)

The dismantling of the network
is accelerating, you know.

I believe that there
will be more arrests.

It’ll be a big list.
What a shame.

But it could be good
for you. You think?

Yes. The judge will probably
take this into account.

Aye, hopefully.

(breathes deeply)