All language subtitles for Five.Days.S01E01.Day.1.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-TEPES_track3_[eng]

(orchestral music playing)

Pilot on P.A.:
If you would like to adjust your
watches, ladies and gentlemen,

local time here in London
is 20 past 4:00.

And we've got a fine
summer's day for you.

(sighs)

Come on, dreamboat,
we'll be late.

Chop chop.
Chop chop!

Barbara:
I still think
you're mad.

Oh, Mum, it'll be
so lovely for the kids.

Well, it's time
I was off home.

Listen, about today--
thanks again.

I know it's a lot to ask.

What time is it, actually?

It's 16:30
on Thursday the 27th,

and this is Defne Topcu,
corporate communications.

I've got no media updates
for you at this time today,

but if anything happens
throughout the evening...
Anyone else gagging for one?

...we will update the tape.

So please keep listening.

You'll get muscles
on top of your muscles
if you're not careful, Tops.

(chuckles)
Oh, I wish.

Sarah:
No, they want me to find someone
who can start immediately.

They're paying 37 to 40k
and a fabulous package.

I've got an in-depth spec.
Shall I--

Okay, email you
in a couple of minutes.

Leanne: Tanya!
Rosie: Come on, we're
going to be late for greats.

Leanne:
Tan!

Ethan:
Hurry up!

Leanne:
Tanya!
What?!

We've got to go right now
or they'll be shut.

Do I have to?

I have got homework,
you know.

(plane passing)

Well then talk
to her, babble, you know,
mother to daughter.

Well, as if that
will do any good.

I will then.
I'll talk to her.

Oh, now look,
it's clouding over.

Anyway, I've told her already
just because I'm retired

doesn't mean I've got time
to look after the smelly
blessed thing.

I don't mind.
Neither have you.

(door slams)

Ethan:
Will they be shut, Mummy?

Leanne:
They know we're coming.

Hey, I spy with
my little eye

something
beginning with "F."

"F?"

"F."

Rosie:
Flowers!

Leanne:
Clever girl.

Shall we get some
on the way back?

Because we know
who loves his flowers,
don't we?

(groaning)

Oh, God.

Right.

(water trickling)

He says it's okay
just this once,

as long as it's
housetrained

and they make sure
they keep it on a lead.

(sighs)

That's a result, Vic.

Thank you, Hazel.
You are so kind, Hazel.

(clattering)

I hope you manage
a smile for Leanne
when she gets here.

(dogs barking throughout)
Leanne:
You still like her then?

Look, she's got
all brown fur
and brown eyes.

So who's going
to be taking her
for a walk then?

Both:
Me!

That will be me then.

You know,
if it doesn't work out
for any reason,

then you can
just bring her
straight back.

My life wouldn't
be worth living.

Thanks for staying
open for us.

Ah, it's really
no problem.

(door shuts)

(keys jingle)

(sighs)

(console beeping)

I...

I went on that
treadmill yesterday.

It seemed
a bit creaky to me.

You know, underfoot.

I reported it
and everything,

but they weren't
interested.

Matt:
Okay, sweetie.

As long as she lets me
tickle her tummy too.

(laughs)

Matt, Matt--
this treadmill.

Oh, sorry, mate.
I'll catch you later, okay?

Popular, me today.

(brakes squeal)

(brakes squealing)

(birds chirping)

So, well...

what would you say
is the secret

of your long
and happy marriage?

(dishes clanking)

Hazel:
Don't take it
personally, love.

Okay, big smiles now.

It's all a load
of bollocks.

Hazel:
Oh, simmer down, Vic.

You know she always
gets here in the end.

(birds chirping, dog barking
in the distance)

(chatter)

♪♪

(baby crying)

Because I don't know
what to believe.

Ethan, be careful
with her!

Yeah, well, I still got
that rusty penknife somewhere.

Don't forget.
Fine.

Who were you
talking to, Mum?

Only Daddy.

Come on, guys,
look at the time.

And I'm like,
"hello? I live here."

I know.
My dad, right,
he looks at me

and he goes,
"yeah, but-- no, but--"
he thinks he's so witty.

But at least
he is your dad.

So she says.
(laughs)

Jaime:
Hey, look.

Oh no.

Oh my God,
there he is.

My mum says all her mates
at the gym fancy him.

Oh, but that's so gross.

(laughs)
(groans)

Leanne:
No, Ethan, we're late for your
great granddaddy already.

Ethan:
But Mum.

Leanne:
I said no.

Anyway, there's too much
traffic out there.

Look at all the cars.

It's dangerous.

You stay here
in the car with your sister.
Gem will look after you.

Then we'll go and see
your greats, and then
we'll go home to Daddy.

Two minutes.

(chuckles)
Yeah, right.

One minute,
two minutes...

(together)
...three minutes,
four minutes.

Now you two stay together
and do not move.

Not an inch,
all right?

Gem, you're in charge.

I might have the 10p.

There you go.
Thank you.

(traffic passing)

(air brakes hiss)

♪♪

(handle rattling)

Rosie:
What are you doing?
We're not allowed.

Come back!

(sobbing)

(woman singing)

Where's Mummy?
Where's Mummy?

Still waiting,
are we?

"Don't worry," they said.
"Don't worry."

But I know she would have
telephoned if she was
going to be late.

Yeah, well you tell them.

(sighs)

Yeah, all right.
Right.

(phones ringing)

Operator:
What age did you say she is?

(phones ringing)

(keys clacking)
What was she wearing?

Operator #2:
I'm sorry sir--

Operator:
I don't know.
He did sound very worried.

I think we should
send someone.

Come on,
she's got both
her kids with her

and they're half an hour
late to go visit
great granddad.

She's gone shopping.

Send a neighborhood unit?

(operator #2 sighs)

Yep.

Okay, show me attending.

Anything else comes up,
I'll take it.

Gary:
Your timing always
was bloody terrible.

They're streamlining
across the board,

and there's no way
the army's going to
spend money now

on freelance
fitness trainers.
(groans)

Plus I'm already
signed off.

(sighs)

Less than three
months left to do.
You're kidding me, right?

Had enough of it, mate.

Okay, you join up knowing
there might be a body bag
at the end of it,

but now they're
taking the piss.

You'll miss it.
You know that.

You've done all right.
(chuckles)

Yeah, come in.
The water's lovely

and the streets are
paved with gold.

I see myself as
a personal trainer actually.

All those rich fat women.

(laughs)

Okay, hold on.

So you're asking me
to get you work?

(children shouting)

(chuckles)

(birds chirping)

(doorbell rings)

♪♪

Rosie:
I'm tired.

I want Mummy.

I'll leave you
behind, Rosie.
I will.

I don't care.
Get off me!

(doorbell rings)

You're a bit small
to be out on your own,
aren't you?

Little girl like you.
You want some help?

Hey, leave her alone!

Get off her!
Ow!

Man:
Little bastards.

What do you want?

He's done this before,
you know.

What, rung the police?

No, but he's made
the biggest fuss.

He's really old.
Like, 85 or something.

And Mum's like,
"I've got three kids.

How can I ever
get anywhere on time?"

Give him a rocket,
will she?

Don't worry, okay?

Just ask her to call me
when she gets in.

Okay?

(keys rattling, door opens)

(door shuts, engine starts)

(car approaching)

Man:
Hello, that's
a nice doggy.

What's her name?
We're not allowed to talk
to strange men.

I'm not a strange man.
I know your daddy,

and your mummy.

(brakes squealing)

Are you going to tell me
her name or what?

Her name's gem.

Why don't I take you
to see your mummy?

You'll be late
for your tea.

(dog barking)

(techno music playing)
Ready?
Five, six, seven, eight.

And one, two.
Come on, Gary.

And one, two,
three, four,

five, six,
seven, eight.

And, and punch,
and punch.

And punch,
and punch.

And one, two,
three, four, five.

Dig deep!

What was that?

What am I?
Billy bloody Elliott?

See, what you need
is a natural sense
of rhythm like me.

The only black guy
on the planet with
two left feet.

Shut up.

Danielle, meet Gary,
built for strength,
not speed.

Oh, suits me.
You want to watch
her, Gaz.

She doesn't take
no for an answer.

No? What's that then?

(chuckles)
Oh, I hope you're not
looking for your 8:30,

'cause
she's canceled.
What?

Yeah, got a cold apparently.
"frightfully sorry."

Still think you're
going to like my life?

You need two weeks
on a sunny beach.

Yeah, where is that
lottery ticket again?

Or I could show you my photos
of me in my bikini

in Lanzarote... again.

Sexual harassment.

(music playing on TV)

(Emma giggling)

(on TV)
Tony: Hi, girls.
Woman: Hello, Tony.

Hi.
Oh, hi, Tops.

Left you some takeaway.

Oh, don't take
any notice of her.

Man: Tony, that brings
your bill up to three quid.

(Emma giggling)

(ringing)
Come on, come on.

Pick up, pick up,
pick up.

Oh God, come on.
Answer me.

(sighs)

Operator:
The person you are
calling is not available.

Please leave
a message after the--

(sighs)

(dog barking in the distance)

(cell phone ringing)

Tanya:
Hi, it's me again.
Just wondering.

You'll never guess
what greats has done now.

He's only put
the police on to you.

I know he's old,
but he's so mad, isn't he?
It's embarrassing.

What's for dinner?

Only can you
call me, Mum?

(beeps)

(toaster rattles)

(toast scraping on plate)

(phone rings)

Mum?

She's not here.

(music playing on TV)

Why didn't you call
me earlier?
You don't own her.

She can go where she likes.

But, I thought you were supposed
to be going with her.
I had homework.

Yeah, right.
Model student.

Don't shout at me!
Don't be horrible!
It's not my fault!

Always shouting at me.

(ringing)
(dogs barking)

(beeps)

Francis:
Thank you for calling
the animal shelter.

If you leave your name
and number--

(beeps)

(dialing)

What time did they leave?
Don't know.

Didn't notice.
I was doing my project,
didn't it?

Speak English, Tanya.

Oh, for God's sake.
Why don't they answer?

They never answer at night.
They're always playing
cards or something.

That's what greats
says anyway.

You know he moans
about them.

Hello?
Yes, is Vic Marsham
there, please?

Well, wake him up then.

She said to call
when Mum get
back here, so...

Look, my name
is Matt Wellings.

He's my wife's
grandfather.
Matt?

Okay, look,
I've heard enough.

Look, put
your manager on.

Look, I'm not adopting
a tone... of voice.

Look, please,
Leanne hasn't come home.

She's got
our kids with her.

I need to know,
do you have a way

of checking if she came
to see her grandfather today?

Please,
it's really important.

Thank you.
(sighs)

I don't know
why she came back
last time.

I so would not have.

Tanya, not now, okay?

Let's just do
one thing at a time.
Thank you.

No?

Oh, okay.

(sighs)

I'd have told you before,
if you'd let me get
a word in.

Farnes:
Red car.

Registration number
Juliet 6-5-8 Lima

Charlie Victor.
Yeah.

Okay, if I get any more
I'll call you back.

Right, Mr. Wellings.

I've recorded her details
on what we call an open log,

and a missing persons report
has gone on the police
national computer.

Now, both have been
circulated to all units,

which means that
all officers out
and about tonight

will be keeping
a lookout, okay?

Yeah, okay,
thanks.

Is there any chance
she could have come
back here,

gone out again?

Matt:
Tanya was here
the whole time.

(sarcastic)
She had homework.

I was just at the shops.
Jesus!

Tanya, do you mind
if I have a word with
your dad in private?

He's not my dad.

Farnes:
I was just wondering--

is there a friend
she might be visiting?

Family?
Her mother?

I haven't rung them yet.

It's not fair
to worry them.

Look at you,
pleased with yourself.

Mmm, go on.

Be a devil.

Well, just a smidge then.

Mmm.

Lovely, John.

Maybe a bit runny.

About 65 quid's
worth there,
I reckon.

You're very clever.
I'll do the labels
in the morning.

Oh, go on.
Come to the market
with me.

I could do with a bit
of totty to attract
the customers.

Oh honey, you know
I'm not a market
sort of person.

♪♪

(spoon scraping)

(echoing chatter)

(brakes squealing)

(radio chatter)

(door closes)

It's too close.
Your cordon's too close
to the car.

I don't want any arguments.

Barclay:
If the car had broken down,

she'd have phoned
for help, surely.

Maybe she stopped
to let the kids out
for a wee.

And if someone had flagged
her down, they'd have taken
the car with them in it.

Barclay:
Those cameras.
Beam: Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there should
be some CCTV footage
from the bridge as well.

Barclay:
So why did
she stop here?

Useless bloody planks.

Did we get that
dog shelter bloke
out of bed yet?

Beam:
No.

Right, I'll go
and bollock somebody,
shall I?

Yeah, pass it on.
Why don't you?

Bye.
Mr. Barclay?

There's nothing to see here.
I'm the duty
press officer, sir.

We have met.
Okay.

Defne Topcu.
Tops.

So, how do you want
me to play this?

Need me to buy you some time
or press the button immediately?

(scoffs)
What?

Nothing, Tops.
You carry on.

Well, it seems to me
like the community
impact assessment

Is going to be
a biggie.
If she's attractive, yes.

So do we want publicity
at this stage or not?

Or should I just
prepare an "if asked"
holding statement?

It's just there could
be a lot of interest,

it being a young mother
and two children.

See, the problem with
any kidnapping hypothesis

is whoever took them
would have had to wrestle

with three humans
and a dog.

Tops:
A dog?

What, story just jumped
on the front page, did it?

Come on, let's
go see the family.

Come on, what?

My hair's wet.

I've got
tracky bottoms on.

How high up the list
of their priorities

do you think your wardrobe's
going to be tonight?

Never arrived on time
for anything in her life.

But it's only 'cause,

well, you know,

she gets enthusiastic
about stuff.

She gets waylaid.

She--

Free spirit?

Not that one.

She'll give me hell
if you use that one.

There is one with
just the three of them
in here somewhere.

I know you,
don't I?

Here you go.
You've seen me
at the gym maybe.

Yeah.

I didn't have it framed
'cause, uh...

Rosie didn't like
the way her hair looked.

We had those done
last Christmas for
their grandparents.

My God, how can you
just sit here talking
about Christmas?

Foster:
This is a very worrying
time for you all.

And you, you sat here
in the warm

talking in
a stupid soft voice

as if that's
going to make us
stop panicking.

Do something!
Tanya, Tanya.

There's a whole team
assembling out there.
Now the minute it's light--

You can't wait
until it's light.

It's cold out there.
Rosie had the sniffles
this morning.

Can you not
make a fuss, Tan?

Please.
Just...

just for once
in your life?

Rosie is five years old.

(scoffs)

(siren wails)

Hey hey,
where are you
off to?

Going to look for my mum.
Don't touch me!

Don't touch me.

You want to know
the most useful thing
you can do for your mum?

You're doing it, Tanya.
Sitting in there
with your dad

telling the detective sergeant
everything you can think of.

Like you'd say that
if it was your mum and your
little brother and sister.

And I think you must have
noticed he's not my dad.
Like, he's black.

Okay, but it's nighttime.
What are you gonna
see, girl?

You think this is
fucking funny, do you?
No, no.

Tanya, let's make everyone
some sandwiches, yeah?

Oh, please.

Do you want to leave
the family liaison to us?

(loud clattering)

Do you have any idea
where your wife might
have gone?

Unlikely places
as well as likely ones?

Is there someone
she might have
gone to see?

Anyone she might have
taken the children to see?

Is there any history
of emotional trouble?

Can you tell me
anything at all

that might help me understand
her state of mind?

Mr. Wellings...

I'm sorry
to ask you this,

but is there a chance
she might be seeing
someone else?

Okay.

Okay, I know you've
got a job to do.

I'm gonna try and answer
your questions,

but maybe...

maybe we should get off
on the right foot.

I love Leanne.

She loves me.
We love our kids.

There's no trouble
between us.

There's no secrets.

I just want you
to find my family.

Is there anyone
I can call for Tanya?

Anyone who can
come help out?

You did put the bread
in the bag?

She's never got
anything in that fridge.

Eat when you're hungry,
drink when you're dry.
That's Leanne.

I mean, it's all
very well,

but not once
you're a mother.

And don't--
don't tell me
not to worry.

That's what
mothers do.

Man:
Bonjour vous estes bien
chez marie-helen et daf,

nous ne sommes
pas la pour le moment

mais laisseznous
un message apres
le bip sonore,

nous vous rappelerons
des que possible. Merci.

(beeps)

It's me again.

It's nearly midnight now.
Where are you?

(phone beeps)

(pots clattering)

I don't know if anyone
is going to eat them.

Your last lot
is still on the table.

I'm not making sandwiches.
I'm making toast.

Everyone eats toast.
Not a criticism, love.

Matt:
Tanya?

Any good?

Did you get through
to your dad?

He's still out.

Are you sure you're
leaving messages on
the right number?

Duh.

Hey, Tanya.
What?

Look, I think your mum
will be really pleased

if you and me just
looked after each other
for a bit.

Okay?

Grandpa's strawberry!
Your favorite! Yummy!

You're all just
doing my head in!

Tanya--
(stomping away)

(door opens)

Hello,
is that you, love?

(door closes)

Kyle?

The sausage is
in the fridge.

I've got those fags
for you in the back
of my van.

Oh, thanks, sweetheart.

Oh, look!
What have you done?

Let me have
a look at that.
No, don't fuss.

Go on.

I'll bring you
a cup of tea.

All right.

(whirring)

I think he'd like us
to say yes.

What, spend the night
in their bed?

Well, we're not going
to sleep a wink anyway.
I want to get home, John.

We'll be back
first thing.

I'll bring the breakfast.

Okay, thanks
for everything.

(kisses)

(woman singing)

♪♪

Barclay:
The trouble is, the more
attractive the woman,

the more fuss all these
journalists want to make.

Yes, and the more help
they can be to your
investigation.

Well, possibly.

Sarge.

Yeah?

Tops:
I'm getting the message
pretty loud and clear

that you don't
like the press, sir.

Barclay:
Iain.
What?

Call me Iain.

Obviously, um...
Iain,

we don't yet know
how serious this is.

It has the potential
to be massive.

Two little kids.
Yes, the dog is a plus.

And then...

You know him,
I'm told.

Only by sight.
He's ex-army.

Meaning?

All the girls
love him.

All the girls
except Amy.

Well, maybe he's
telling the truth

and they're
"love's young dream,
and no secrets between us,"

but he's got a theory,
has Matthew Wellings,

and he's not inclined
to share it with me.
(knocking)

Oh, gov, gov,
this is Simone Farnes.

She went out
on the original call.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Foster:
Thanks.

(phone ringing)

Family-liaison trained,
I hear?

I went on the course,

but since then
I've only dealt with
road traffic fatalities.

I'll speak to your
superintendent

and get you seconded
to the room.

Okay.

Defne Topcu.

Luften uc bira getir ve

gorebilirim yemek
listesini?

How come you
speak Turkish?

I can order a beer
on seven continents.

So press conference
in the morning then?

Barclay:
Not until we know
who she is.

She's a stonking great
story, is who she is.

But who is she really?

What is her real
and secret life?

And where has she taken
those children?

Foster:
There.

She hasn't taken
them anywhere.

She left those children
on their own.

(children playing
in the distance)

(knocking)

Tanya?

She ran away from me once.
She was nine years old.

She gave me such
a telling off

because I threw away
her favorite shoes,

even though they didn't
fit her at all.

They were,

oh, awful things.

Silver.
(laughing)

She stayed out all night.
All night.

It was the worst night
of my life.
Tanya: No, no!

Of course,
I'm the sort
of person

you have to be
five minutes late,

and I'm dusting
down my black hat
and choosing the hymns.

She'd never do that!
You're lying!
You're lying!

There's nothing
that could make my mum
leave her children.

(sobbing)

(radio chatter)

Why don't you let me
deal with this,

and I'll see you back
at the van, yeah?

I had to go to
the petrol station
up past the bridge.

It's a very strange color.
I won't inhale.

Beam:
And behold,
a little flock of cuddly

community support officers.

That's what happens when
they send a proper search team

off for yet another
training exercise.

We end up drowning
in dickheads.
It gets worse.

You do know
the SIO is plastic.

What, he's not
a real detective?
He kept that quiet.

Beam:
Iain Barclay was a uniformed
inspector in traffic

until five years ago.

When he took the uniform
off and went to detective
training school

the closest he'd been
to a real murder

was page three
of "The Daily Telegraph."
100% plastic.

Where do you
learn this stuff?

I'm a real detective.
Yeah.

Barclay:
Amy?
All right, gov?

Can you get everyone
to stop what they're doing?

Everybody just
stand still, please.

This means you.

Stop what you're
doing now.

This man works
at the petrol station.

He was parked down there,
just where your cars are now.

Barclay:
The cars at the other
end of the lay-by?

Attendant:
As if it isn't hard
enough for me

to shift flowers
off my forecourt

without competition
from the likes of him.

Leanne stopped
to buy flowers.

Off a wagon
that was parked

outside our cordon.

We extended the scene.
Not far enough.

If we are looking
at an abduction,

and I don't think
we're in much doubt now
that we are,

the only footprints
that we're going to find
here are our own.

(police radio chatter)

Morning.
They haven't had
their breakfast yet.

Yeah I know, I'm sorry.
But I forgot to ask their ages

and my boss will
pull my head off.

What?

(breaks squealing)

(chatter, phone ringing)

Great yarn, listen.

Rawdon.

There's a woman
gone missing with her
two kids and the dog.

This golden
wedding of yours...

She's 81.
He's 87.

In my day,
if the old buggers didn't
say anything interesting,

We made it up.
So why did you put it
on the front page then?

Because I'm about
to go to press.

Because I draw the line
at any more pictures
of that bloody MP.

And because you're
a crap journalist,
but you take a nice snap.

Who'd you take this off?
Her granddad.

He's in the same home
as the old buggers.

Stick it in the scanner.

Name?
Leanne Wellings.
She's 31.

And she was supposed
to be coming with her kids

and this dog
they were picking up
from the shelter,

because the old guy
loves dogs.

And listen,
the thing is--
I forgot to say,

the care assistant
says that the police
were there overnight,

so it stands up.

They found the car
abandoned on the ring road.

Police confirm this tale?
No, I was just about
to ring them.

How long did
you say I've got?

About five minutes.

(moans)

But if anything happens
throughout the morning,

we will update the tapes,
so please keep listening.

(exhales)

(chatter, phone ringing)

(Top's phone ringing)

Tops:
It's 8:30 A.M.
On Friday the 28th,

and this is Defne Topcu
in corporate--

Can't we just
go with quotes
from her granddad?

Who's the press officer?
I don't know.
Funny name.

I didn't catch it properly.
Daphne or something.

Defne Topcu.

I met her
on a fun run.

(chuckling)

All right,
the wife met her
on a fun run.

She's in training
for the marathon.

I mean Ms. Topcu,
not my wife.

Go on.

(cell ringing)

Hello?
Who?

Do we know each other?

How did you get
my private number?

Okay, here's how
it's gonna work:

when there is
anything to tell you,
you will be told.

What?

There's no harm
in asking, is there?

Whatever.
Bitch!

Jumped-up bloody minging
public relations slag!

Hey, we'll make
a proper reporter
of you yet, lad.

Fuck you,
Rawdon.

(phone rings)

Yeah yeah.

Yeah, I'm sending
it through now.

(sighs)
Bastard.

John:
Tanya?

Tanya, someone to see you,
sweetheart.

I don't want
to see anyone.

(sighs)

But it's Jaime, love.
I'm in the way.

No no, don't go.
She needs her friends.

Tanya?

You go on up.

You go and see her.
See if you can cheer
her up a bit.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)
Go away.

It's only me.

Why didn't you phone me?
What's happening?

Has she gone off
with a boyfriend
or something?

What, and left me behind?
Thanks a lot.

She might have, you know.
She's quite good-looking
for her age.

Hello, Earth
to Planet Jaime.

My mum's gone missing
and she might be dead.

Sorry, I was only
trying to cheer you up.

Fuck off!
I hate you!

I never want to
see you again ever.

Stupid fat minger.

(woman singing)

(phone ringing)

Jaime, Jaime?
Hello?

Well what's that
got to do with you?

It's the local radio station--

a reporter from
the local radio station.

My God, this is
really happening,
isn't it?

I've been through
all of it twice.

Okay?
And we were
doing so well.

You know,
I read somewhere

they reckon there's
more than four million
CCTV cameras in the UK.

That's one camera
for every 15 people.

Officer:
Sir.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay, they got
the car parked--
17:50,

this camera here.

I've got Leanne
crossing the lay-by.

I've got the kids
leaving the lay-by.

Four minutes later,
I've got the kids
on the bridge.

But right at that
far end of the lay-by,

where the flower wagon
was parked--

There's a blind spot.
Yeah.

Foster:
So whatever happened
to Leanne in that lay-by,

we've got no pictures.

Terrific.
(laughs)

Sorry, did I miss the bit
where this was funny?

No, I'm sorry.

Okay, well,
if you do see anything,
give us a call.

I will, okay.
Thanks very much.

Okay, thank you.

Thanks a lot.
Woman:
I'm sorry.

A bomb could drop
and they wouldn't notice
a thing around here.

I got this one.

Good morning, sir.

(door bell buzzes)

(gasps)

Go away.
I'm asleep.

Oh sorry,
it's the police.

We're making house-to-house
inquiries about
two missing children.

Sarah:
Sorry, I can't
help you.

Little brother and sister,
age seven and five,

mixed race,
possibly with a dog.

I haven't been out all day.
I've got hideous jet lag.

I know how you feel.
I've been up all night
myself.

What time is it?

It's just gone
quarter past 4:00.

(gasps)
Oh my God!

(beeps)

(sighs)

(vehicle passing)

No, don't worry.
That's fine.

(panting)

25 past 4:00.
I can't believe it.

(panting)

(barking)

Hello?

Excuse me!
Officer!

Did you get lost?

And you hid in here?

That was clever.

I'm supposed to be
looking after Rosie.

Officer!

They're here!
Help, over here!

Help, please!
Quickly!

Come on.

Where is she?

Where's your sister?

(woman singing)

(orchestral music playing)