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EVE: Do you know the name
Alice Webster?

JULIEN: She was abducted
in the spring of 2003?

EVE: Yesterday, she came back.

She walked right into the middle
of the town square.

GEMMA:
What's happened to her, Sam?

Where the hell has she been?

There's a name she mentioned

when paramedics
asked who to call.

She said the name Sophie Giroux.

Sophie Giroux?

This is a photo-fit of the man
who took Alice and Sophie.

It will be in every newspaper
by the evening edition.

I have over 5,000 men and women
in this garrison ready to help.

JULIEN: I need to find someone
to drive me to Azwya.

Across a war zone. That's a
good way to get yourself killed.

I must find this man -
Daniel Reed.

Henry Reed was a soldier,
but a father first.

He leaves behind his son,
Daniel.

GEMMA: Do you
ever feel like your family

are just slipping away from you?

JULIEN: I believe... that girl...

...was not Alice Webster.

(Police siren wails)

(Chatter)

Compris?

Mrs Giroux.

Julien. Leave me alone!

I promise you,
I haven't given up on Sophie.

I won't give up
until I find your daughter.

Do you believe that?

Mrs Giroux,
however bad things seem now...

...it will get better, I...

- No!
- (Screaming)

(Thud)

(Screaming)

(Car alarm blares)

(Shouting)

(Mr Giroux shouts angrily)

(Breathing heavily)

♪ Oh, my love

♪ We pray each day

♪ May you come home

♪ And be OK

♪ For now we'll wait

♪ For you, for you

♪ To come home

- (Door opens)
- You OK?

Yeah. You?

SAM: Did you sleep?

Not really.

It's strange, isn't it?

Having another set of footsteps

in the house
after all this time.

Yeah.

We used to be able to tell,
didn't we,

who was going past the bedroom
just by their footsteps.

She'd always take them
two at a time, wouldn't she?

Always in such a rush.

I've thought about it
so many times.

What it would be like,
if she ever came back.

I suppose
somehow I just expected it...

...it would just be
the same as before.

It's going to take a while
before she's back to herself.

Before any of us are.

But in time...

...we'll recognise
those footsteps again.

I promise you.

You all right, love?

Do you want me to...
Would you like a cup a tea?

No.

No, thank you.

I just need to...

(Running water)

(Water stops)

(Kettle thuds on worktop)

I've just got so many questions
I want to ask

but I keep stopping myself.

You can ask me things, you know.

Well, I was, er...

I was just going to ask you
how you slept. That's all.

I didn't.

OK. I'm sorry.

(Doorbell)

- (Door opens)
JULIEN: Good morning.

- What's going on?
- My name is Julien Baptiste.

In 2002, a girl called Sophie
Giroux was abducted in Paris

and I investigated her case.

I have been informed
your daughter, Alice,

was held captive with her.

If I could speak with Alice...

GEMMA: We've just got
our daughter back.

- She needs some time alone.
- She's got people coming round

that she needs to talk to,
so that's what's important.

But there is a man
just like you,

whose daughter
was taken from him.

Only this man continues
to live with the uncertainty

you must know so well.

That ever-present hope

that today might be the day
the telephone rings.

That somebody has called to say,
"We've found her".

The man's name is Remy Giroux.
He is Sophie's father.

Please, let me talk to Alice.

You must be tired.

I know the last thing
you feel like

is answering more questions.

I'm just here to ask you
about Sophie Giroux.

I don't know what more
I can say about her.

Why didn't she escape with you?

When I got ill,
it happened so fast,

but Sophie...

...she'd been ill for a while.

He kept her away from me,
mostly, in the dark.

Sometimes, he wouldn't feed her
for days on end

because she talked back.

She argued with him
and he hated that.

She could hardly talk, or stand.

And then when I...
found the lock was open...

I tried to help her to her feet
but she couldn't.

I promised
that I would get help.

She didn't even have energy
to move when I left.

And the place
you escaped from...

It was underground, I think.

But the light was so bright
when I got out.

So, I just ran...

Well...

perhaps if you were
to return to the woods,

you might recall,

you might find the place
you ran from.

In her state? She's only
just come out of the hospital.

We have spoken
to the police about this.

Sophie was your friend.
If she is still alive...

I hate to say this,
but whoever did this,

he'd know that Alice is gone,

so he would have
moved the other girl already.

What's important is
for my daughter to get better.

Of course.

But if your abductor
was in a hurry

perhaps he left something.

- I don't know.
- You must realise, Alice,

you are the only one who
can help us find your friend.

I don't know.

How long before
you reached the road?

I've already been through this.

All right, Mr Baptiste,
that's enough now.

- And I don't remember, OK?
- It's time for you to leave.

Oi, do you hear me?

Are you listening?

Yes. Er... Forgive me.

Thank you... Alice.

(Speaks German)

- Ja, ja.
- Also...

(Speaks German)

- Ja, ja. Danke.
- Danke.

- (Door opens and closes)
- Wiedersehn.

- Poor Agata.
- Mm.

There's something going round.
That's all.

She'll be fine.

I mean, having to put up with
that man as a husband.

You have to put up with me.

Size of a bloody Auroch,
that thing.

Ah! Something you don't know!

They were
a large breed of cattle.

Went extinct back
in the 1600s, apparently.

Horns up to a metre long.

Aggressive bastards.

Goering tried to
genetically engineer them

back into existence
during World War Two.

Tried to turn them
into a symbol of the party.

People do the strangest things.

You always surprise me.

Well, I...
I fell in love with a butcher.

I had to do my research,

find some common ground before
I came over and talked to him.

So, you were stalking me, hm?
Trying to seduce me?

(Chuckles) Maybe a little bit.

So what did you find?

I haven't figured it out yet.

Andreas.

(Speaks German)

(Ringing tone)

(Beeping)

- Allo?
- It's me, your loving husband.

(Chuckles) How are you?

Um, do you remember when
Sophie Giroux went missing?

- Yeah. How could I not?
- There was this video.

Every time there was a report on
the news, they'd play this clip.

I had a copy of that video

in with my case files
in the attic.

Would you send it to me?

Well, I could if I could find
it. But I'm sure it's online.

OK.

(Chuckles)

For your next birthday
I'll buy you a computer course.

Oh... right.

There's bound to be some
news reports from the time

knocking around somewhere.

It'll be easier than me trawling
through that mess in the attic.

Ah. Voila.

- Voila quoi?
- Here.

Check your email,
then click on the link.

Allo. (Mutters)

Ah.

So, how's it going out there?

We are just at the beginning.

(News report in French)

I love you.

(Speaks French)

(Fly buzzes)

(Low conversation)

We're all set. For only $500,
you, too, can enter a war zone.

So, the officer says
there was a lot of fighting

around al Mazwaa yesterday.

He says if we stick to the north
and follow this road

then we should be in areas
controlled by the Peshmerga.

But right now the larger
villages to the south -

Hawija, Abbasi -
are all being held by ISIL.

It changes every second.

ISIL are pushing north
for more territory.

Look, I say we head straight
for Azwya, no stopping.

And if there's anything at all -
anything -

that has us second-guessing
ourselves, we turn back.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

And you're sure this guy...

- Daniel Reed?
- Yeah, Daniel Reed.

- Is he worth it?
- If we find Daniel Reed,

we will find
who took those girls.

It's a long story.

We have plenty of time.

But first and foremost...

- (Bhangra music blares)
- What is this?

Bhangra. My wife got me into it.

She's Punjabi.

- It is very loud.
- Sorry. It is non-negotiable.

(Horn beeps)

Do you have to rush off?
I've got the room all day.

And what a room.

I'll let you book it next time.

We could come back
tomorrow morning.

Gemma's at school.

Not that she asks
where I'm going...

I don't wanna talk about
your family, Sam.

Any more than you wanna
hear me talk about the baby.

OK?

(Door opens and closes)

(Sighs)

- Thanks.
- You write.

Please? The guest book.
We insist.

- I haven't got a pen so...
- Here.

Thank you.

Mr Jones.

(Bhangra music continues)

This is Azwya?

Should be.

(Music off)

- It's quiet.
- Yeah.

I saw a few of these last time
I was in these parts.

Ghost villages.
Caught in the crossfire.

Wherever your boy,
Daniel Reed, is,

I don't think he's here,
not any more.

We've come this far,
we must look.

STEFAN: So if this girl wasn't
Alice Webster, who was she?

I studied Sophie Giroux
for years and years.

There is a gesture she makes,
a nervous habit.

This girl, Alice,
made the same gesture.

So you think Alice
was really Sophie?

Because of a gesture?

Such things are unconscious -
habits.

We do not know we do them.

When I saw this I thought
of photographs of the girls

when they were taken.

Even at that age,
they could have been sisters.

The abductor was looking
for a specific physical type.

What about the accent?

Sophie's mother was English.

The girls spent
almost half their lives

with only each other
for company.

Is it impossible they should
become like one another?

And... and what?

Alice's parents,
they... they just accept it?

Have you never fooled yourself
into believing something

just because you wanted it
so much to be true?

Yeah, but I don't understand,
why would anyone...

Why would anyone...

Shit. That's an ISIL flag.

Miss Stone, please.

I am sorry. It is too hard.

He pushed me. I cannot.

I understand.

Can you stay
until I find another nurse?

- Two weeks.
- Thank you.

Dad?

(Explosions and gunfire on TV)

Morning.

Watching this again?

This is the first film
I ever saw.

I was just a boy.
My father took me to the cinema.

He had his arm in a sling
at the time. He'd broken it.

So he took the day off work.

I remember when it started.

These figures,
larger than life, appeared,

doing impossible, heroic things.

I couldn't take my eyes
off that screen.

When we left the cinema
I talked 1,000 miles an hour

about how brave the people were.

He looked at me, at how
entranced I was by it all,

and he said...

"Son, how do you think
I broke my arm?"

He told me
he was there in the movie.

I'd missed him in the background
fighting alongside the others.

I made my daughter, Eve,
watch it when she was a girl.

(Sighs)

Dad...

It's me. It's Eve.

Yes. Yes, of course.

I... I know.

- Engel.
- Brigadier Stone.

- Any luck with the photo-fit?
- It is with every news outlet,

in all the papers, and
with every police department.

The media might be more
interested if we could tell them

what this man was wanted
in connection with.

Miss Webster needs her privacy
right now.

- Where are we with the search?
- The area is significant.

We have covered only a small
part of the woods around town.

Based on the girl's description,
we are estimating at least...

Mrs Webster?

Yes, of course, but...

You're sure?

Right.

Thank you. I'll call right back.

...the forest. We are looking...

That was Gemma Webster.

Alice says she's ready to help
us find where she was kept.

- Right, then, let's go.
- (Speaks German)

Thank you for bringing me,
Sergeant.

You don't have to do this,
you know?

The psychologists are coming,
you just need to get better.

Or take me or your mum
with you.

- You'll need someone...
- I don't want you to be there.

Alice!

Alice, look what I found.

Right. Yeah.

Don't you recognise it?

You made it for me
just before your 10th birthday.

Oh. Yeah.

With your art teacher,
Miss Hammond.

Don't you mean Mrs Barker?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. My mistake.

Alice... are you ready?

We'll take good care of her.

(Bird calls)

(Bird takes flight)

(Dog barks)

It's quite some way
from Eckhausen.

To walk that journey
in the state she was in...

...it is not an easy task.

It's amazing what people can do

when they're trying
to just stay alive.

- You OK?
- It's from an old case.

There are good days and bad,
you know.

And you?

I'm pregnant, not disabled.

(He chuckles)

I hear you went to see Alice
right before she called us.

What is it with you
and the Giroux case?

I wonder - has anybody performed
a DNA test on Alice Webster?

There was no need.
Her own parents identified her.

It's only standard procedure
if you can't get an ID.

Perhaps if you asked her parents
for something - a lock of hair.

- Just to be sure.
- What's going on, Baptiste?

I spoke with Alice Webster.

There was something about her.
The girl is lying.

What would she have
to lie about?

- I can't be sure, but...
- It doesn't make sense.

She's picking up the pace.

(Breathes heavily)

Sam...

Does she seem...
different to you?

Of course. How could she not be
after what she's been through?

- But she'll get better.
- Yeah, it's just...

when I gave her the scarf
she was...

What?

Nothing.

I thought
when we had her back...

Well, it's all
we've ever wanted, isn't it?

But now she's back...

...it's the way she is now...

But she is back.

And that's all that matters,
isn't it?

(Jorn speaks German)

JULIEN: What is this?

Looks like an old...
World War Two bunker.

They're all over Germany. No-one
ever bothered to seal them off.

They must have missed it
in the original search.

(Clatter)

(Water dripping)

(Twig snaps)

This must be hard.

It was brave of you
to come back.

Sophie...

I knew her parents
when she was taken.

It was a tragedy,
what happened to her mother...

EVE: Julien!
Julien, they're coming up.

Excuse me.

(Bell jangles)

(Rattling)

- (Kristian speaking German)
- (Laughter)

Whoo...

NADIA: Oh, there's
somebody here. I'll go.

(Chuckles)

Hello. You're Henry Reed's son.

- I'm sorry about your dad.
- I saw you at the funeral.

That's why I'm here.

I'm speaking to everyone
that knew him.

I didn't know him all that well.

They say he killed himself,
only he didn't have a reason to.

Me, if I was collecting
my armed forces pension,

that... shitty amount
for risking my life

on behalf of some shirt
in Whitehall...

...me, I'd be tempted.

But not my dad.

He was happy.

So I've been
going through his stuff...

...trying to find something.

And, er... he kept a diary...
and you're in it.

Probably not the nicest account
of me, I would imagine.

I had a reputation.

Every day on ops,
he'd write in this diary.

Every day, no exception.

Except when he fought
in Iraq in 1991.

It just stops.

So what happened?

Being in combat changes you.
You'll learn soon enough.

Don't patronise me.

You're all the same...
officers...

- A bunch of idiots.
- You're in pain.

I understand.

But you can't talk to me
like that, Trooper.

You're not in the Army any more.

You don't give me orders.

(Bell jangles)

Who was that?

(Dog barks)

(Barks)

It looks like no-one's been
down here since it was built.

The girl says, er...
they were moved here, yes?

She says they were moved
a few times over the years.

Basements, cellars...

And then, most recently, here,
for er... several months?

As best as she can remember.

It's not like she had
any way of telling the time.

This abductor, he takes Sophie.

The following year,
Alice Webster.

For 11 years he keeps them
hidden from the world

and then...

he takes them to this place
in the middle of a forest?

Why?

We'll find out
when we catch the bastard.

We should turn back.
Julien... Julien!

Julien! Julien,
we gotta turn back.

Julien! Julien!

(Shouting)

We are looking for someone.
We are not seeking trouble.

- (Speaks Arabic)
MAN: English?

The jihadists are gone -
ISIL have fled for now.

The Peshmerga came
and drove them out.

Who is it you are looking for?

His name is Daniel Reed.

The information I have says
he was here a month or so ago.

I do not recognise him,
but perhaps someone else will.

Follow me.
I will show this photo around.

- ISIL didn't scare us all away.
- Thank you.

Because of the surface area
of the burns,

I would suggest
a split thickness skin graft.

It allows us
to cover larger areas.

And because the same site
can be harvested after six weeks

it's possible
to do the surgery in stages.

How much is it?

Because of your situation,
Mr Webster,

I would do the work for free.

The scarring
would be minimal at first

and then, in time, you will
not even be able to see it.

Back to the old me, then, eh?

(Car approaches)

(Car door slams)

(Door opens and closes)

- Hey.
- Hey.

What did
the plastic surgeon say?

- Yeah, he said he can do it.
- Great.

But we can't afford it.
I looked into it.

They're just scars.
I'll live with them.

(Footsteps on stairs)

Matthew!

Matthew, I want to talk to you.

Matthew!

(Sighs)

Well, no change there, then.

- Well, can't you talk to him?
- Me? (Scoffs)

We can't just stop trying, Sam.

I haven't stopped trying.
He doesn't care, does he?

I nearly lost my job because of
him. Now I push papers around.

And for what?
So he can still hate me.

I'm going to go and work
on the car.

You'll never get it going again.
Or is that the point?

Oh! Don't get oil
on your shirt again.

(Door opens and closes)

So what do you think, then?

We should get back,
we'll be late.

Dad, you need to look around,
see if you like the place.

I've seen it. Now let's go home.

Dad, you're not even looking.

I know where I am,
for Christ's sake.

I know what we're doing.

This is a place where
you'll be looked after, Dad.

They'll be able to help you
much better than I can.

These people gave their lives
for their country

and this is how we repay them?

Scrabble with half the pieces
missing and a shared toilet?

This is what passes for the
state taking care of those

who took care of them?

Stopped them talking
bloody Arabic!

- It's not good enough!
- Dad.

This isn't a military hospital.
This is...

Henry knows what I'm talking
about. Good old Henry Reed.

He's got his head screwed on.

He'll tell you.

Dad, come on.

(Boys call out)

Remarkable, is it not?

In front of all this, people
still go about their business.

They adapt.

I guess it's the only way
of taking control of your life,

I suppose.

Feeling like your fate is
in your own hands for a change.

I miss that feeling.

Is there really nothing
they can do?

Well. They say er...

if I don't have it operated on
there is a chance I will die.

But er...
if I have it operated on...

...there is a chance
I will die, so...

You see my problem.

But with all that going on,
why here? Now?

Many years ago, I was
given a case, a missing girl.

Sophie Giroux.

I made a mistake.
The mother died.

The father, Remy Giroux,
he lost his entire family

and er... I carry that guilt

with me... always.

I once heard someone say
that guilt is like a cancer -

you can treat the symptoms
but never the cause.

Perhaps that's all I am doing.

Nah. (Chuckles)

You're doing it for yourself.
Right?

I mean,

detectives are a bunch of nosy
bastards with badges, right?

(Both chuckle)

And journalists
are the same, non?

- Only no badges.
- (Chuckles)

- We must leave.
- Wait, what?

- Right now.
- Wait.

What just happened?
What did you see?

There's something
you're not telling me.

I think somebody
is following me.

Twice I have seen the same man -
once in Kirkuk, at the bank.

Do you remember?

- And now again in the village.
- You're sure?

The same person followed you
from Kirkuk out here?

Maybe this explains why

our hosts
were so keen to keep us there.

Maybe they know
exactly where Daniel Reed is.

You need to be honest with me.
Why are you being followed?

What's it got to do with Alice
Webster and Sophie Giroux?

Look, look!

(Horn toots)

(Shouting)

- What's happening?
- It's fine. They're Peshmerga.

(Speaks Arabic)

(Replies in Arabic)

What is he saying?

He wants to know
how you know that man.

- (Gives order in Arabic)
- OK. OK.

(Speaks Arabic)

- What is going on?
- I have no idea.

But that photo means
something to them.

- (Soldier speaks Arabic)
- What?

STEFAN: Whoa. Whoa.

(Overlapping voices)

(Knocks gently)

Hey.

(Winds up toy)

Do you remember this?

- (Whirring and jingling)
- Yeah.

We had
the biggest fight over that.

Here you go, Midget.

Mine at last.

I want to ask you something.

I want you to...

I want you to do
something for me.

OK.

I can't sleep.

I just feel like...
anyone could get in.

No-one's going to hurt you now,
Alice.

- What's in the shed?
- I don't know. Nothing much.

I want to sleep in the shed.

The floors here,
they're too soft.

It's cold out there.

I want to sleep in the shed...

...and I need you
to lock me in.

Is that what he did to you?

I haven't slept
since I got here.

No. Not like that. I'm not
locking you in like an animal.

I'm asking you to help me.

It's what I want.

Please.

I'll come and get you
in the morning, first thing.

Thanks, Midget.

(Telephone rings)

- Hello.
- Sergeant, it's Jorn.

I'm sorry for calling so early.

We've combed through everything

the search parties
found at the bunker

and I think we have something.

Or rather, Detective Baptiste
found something. A receipt.

Dated from a week ago. There was
no other human debris there.

As far as we know, no persons
were aware of these tunnels.

- Where's it from?
- A clothes store in Eckhausen.

The receipt shows only
the last few digits of the card,

but we have called them,
and we have a name.

(Rattling)

Hello. (Speaks German)

- Herr Herz.
- Ja.

- Kristian Herz?
- Yes.

(Speaks German)

(Replies in German)

(Conversation
continues in German)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- (Shouting in German)
- Kristian!

(Speaks German)

- Aargh!
- OK. Come.

(Officer speaks German)

What the hell's going on,
Sergeant?

We need to question your husband

about the abduction
of little two girls.

(Door unlocked)

I'm sorry.

Please don't blame Matthew.
I begged him to do it.

Hey, hey, hey. It's all right.

I don't like the light coming in
to wake me up. It burns my eyes.

It will get better. I promise
you it will get better.

You should come inside,
it's freezing.

Something's happened.
There's been an arrest.

The army police they
want you to identify him.

You know, the man that took you.

It's just a photograph.

All you have to do is look at a
photograph and say if it's him.

Can you do that, my love?

Good girl.

Alice... I'm going to show you
some pictures

and I need you tell me
if you recognise

any of the men in these photos.

(Gasps)

SAM: That's him.

Must be. The way she looked
at it. This is him, isn't it?

We need
a positive identification.

Let me try talking to her.
It might be less overwhelming.

STONE: Do you mind?

So, the man in the photo.

Yes. That's him.

Must be something, all this.

Like being able to see again.

I can see just fine.

I always have.

Did you ever hear that fable
about the turtle?

He lived in a tiny pond
at the foot of a mountain,

swimming in circles
and playing with frogs.

The thing he loved most

was when his friends,
the birds, came to visit.

They'd tell him
about their adventures,

up snowy mountain peaks,

lush green valleys.

He desperately
wanted to go with them,

but he couldn't, they said.
He didn't have any wings.

He replied,
"You could be my wings."

And the birds
came up with this idea.

They got hold of a long stick.

They clasped either end
of it in their claws.

The turtle would be
in the middle of them

and he'd clench his jaw
around the stick.

Then they'd be able to take him
up into the sky.

Up he went,
higher and higher.

And when he looked down
and saw the tiny place

he used to call his home...

...he said, "Wow!"

...opening his mouth.

And he fell back down to earth,

cracking his shell
into a million pieces.

I've heard that story.

I thought he fell
into the ocean.

That's the fairy-tale version,
the one for children.

And you're not a child any more.

Are you?

You don't want to end up
like that, Alice.

Hold on to that stick.

How can you
live with yourself...

...after what you've done?

Don't stay out here too long.

It's cold.

(Gasps and shivers)

(Exhales heavily)

Ripped/Corrected By mstoll

Ripped/Corrected By mstoll