Come Home The Missing

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

WHISTLE BLOWS

I still can't believe Dad didn't kill you for doing that.

Bloody hell, midget, you shouldn't creep up on people.

-Did it hurt?

-Not really.

Can I have one?

Just go away.

Mum and Dad are going to go mental if you keep bunking off.

SHE GROANS

SHE PANTS

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

SIREN BLARES

Please, help me.

English?

Can you tell me your name, please, miss?

Is there someone we can call for you?

RAGGED BREATHING

Sophie...Giroux.

Sophie Giroux? Who is that?

Your mother?

Your sister?

Who is Sophie Giroux?

We will try and find her.

Can you please tell me your name?

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

# 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. #

-WOMAN:

-Niemand ist hoffnungsloser versklavt als der,

der falschlich glaubt frei zu sein.

Would anybody like to hazard a translation?

None are more hopelessly enslaved

than those who falsely believe they are free.

Von Goethe's most famous work is Faust,

which is about a man who sells his soul to the devil

in search of power.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Turn your books to chapter three, please, and start reading.

What's the matter?

I'll finish your lesson, Gemma. Don't worry.

Mrs Webster, my name's Sergeant Eve Stone,

I'm with the military police, 5th Investigating Company.

My name is Jorn Lenhart, I'm with the German police.

I'm sorry, I'm not really sure how to say this.

Well, is it Sam? Is he OK?

A young woman walked into Eckhausen yesterday

and collapsed on Lindenstrasse.

She was taken to Hanover Hospital, where she was operated on overnight.

-She's stable now.

-I don't...

-She says her name

is Alice Webster.

What did you say?

INAUDIBLE

INAUDIBLE

INAUDIBLE

MAN BREATHES DEEPLY

MAN SPEAKS IN FRENCH ON TV:

If I can't give us honey, I can at least bring firewood.

Well, you tried, my love.

And failed.

So fail again, fail better...

Ay!

..or simply adapt.

IN FRENCH:

I will get the rest of the wood.

Well, it's been almost a year since Chalons du Bois, you know?

Sitting around here.

HE SIGHS

They performed surgery last night.

Another few hours without treatment, she would have died.

She had a ruptured appendix.

The surgery has left her tired.

She's still recovering from the anaesthetic.

SHE EXHALES

Dad...?

Look at you.

My little girl.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

-ALICE:

-It's so bright in here.

ALICE GASPS

Alice, love.

Mum?

11 years, we've waited.

I can't believe it.

You haven't changed, Mum.

Neither of you.

I remember when you did that.

In your bedroom.

We were so angry, weren't we?

And then the next week, you weren't there any more.

And I kept thinking,

"What an awful waste of time,

"to argue over something so meaningless."

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

You're here now and that's all that matters, OK?

SIRENS BLARE IN DISTANCE

Hey, Alice.

Is that you, midget?

Not any more.

I'd like to be on my own now.

This is...

it's too much.

OK.

You don't have to talk if you don't want to.

We'll be right outside, OK?

We'll be just outside that door if you need anything.

What's happened to her, Sam?

Where the hell has she been?

PHONE RINGS

'Alors, oui?'

Hi, is that Julien Baptiste?

-Yes, it is.

-'My name's Sergeant Eve Stone,

'I'm with the military police,'

stationed at the garrison at Eckhausen in Germany.

'Do you know the name Alice Webster?'

Er, the British girl?

She was abducted...2003, no?

Yesterday...she came back.

She walked right into the middle of the town square.

There's a name she mentioned

when the paramedics asked who they could call.

She said the name Sophie Giroux.

Excuse me?

Sophie Giroux?

I know this all happened 11, 12 years ago,

but you were the lead detective on her abduction.

We don't know how long it's going to be until she's well enough to talk,

so I was hoping, in the meantime,

maybe you might like to review original case files

and see if there was a link between the two girls.

Do you think the same person who took her also took Alice?

We think it's likely, yes.

Which would mean there is a chance we could find Sophie.

Look, I'm retired now, but I will help you.

Let me look at my files and see what I can learn.

'Thanks for your time, Monsieur Baptiste.'

And how is she, the girl?

Alive.

RAPID, RAGGED BREATHING

I think this is for me.

Mr Paptees?

No, it's Baptiste, but it's not important. You are?

-Bagir.

-Bagir.

The car is this way, Mr Baptiste.

-How far to Kirkuk?

-About one or two hours, maybe.

You must know, Kirkuk is no place for tourists.

I'm no tourist.

MEN CHATTER ON CAR RADIO

Sam?

Sam, it's nearly nine.

Yeah.

You can't be late.

I know.

Matthew's going to go and visit Alice this afternoon.

I thought maybe we could all go.

I'll try.

Oh, don't strain yourself(!)

CAR HORN

DISTANT, LOUD MUSIC

You should talk to him.

For all the good it will do.

LOUD MUSIC

And how are you sleeping?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't know what I'm expected to do.

You're not expected to do anything, Sam.

I am, though, aren't I?

Why else would you be with the head doctor?

You want me to talk about Alice and all that.

-Not unless you want to.

-I shouldn't have done what I did, all right?

It was a mistake. But all this

modified assessment crap is just a waste of time.

Three days a week stuck behind a desk.

No. I need to be back with the regiment.

That's not going to happen, Sam, until I've cleared you.

You know that.

I don't want to talk about her.

Why not?

Monsieur Baptiste.

Mr Anderssen?

-Stefan's fine.

-Well, then, call me, Julien, please.

Thank you for meeting me.

I'm not the one who travelled over 1,000 miles to be here.

-Monsieur Baptiste...

-Julien.

Julien, I'm not quite sure why you wanted to meet me.

You didn't give much away in your e-mail.

Can we go inside? I am not used to the heat.

-JULIEN:

-I'm looking for someone.

-What's this about?

-Two girls kept prisoner in a basement

for more than ten years.

Sophie Giroux and Alice Webster.

I must find this man. I need to track him down.

So what's this got to do with me here?

I need to find someone to drive me from here to Azwai.

Crossing the border into Iraq

is a pretty good way to get yourself killed.

Says the man who's done it many times.

You have done your research.

Of course. I read your articles.

I admire your writing, and, uh...your courage.

Julien, please understand...

-I must find this man.

-Look, I choose what risks I take.

I do not take them lightly but, when I do, they're mine alone.

You're married, right? You have a family?

Yes.

What do I tell them if you don't come back?

How do I explain that I risked taking someone

with no experience of the region, with no real planning,

into the Iraqi desert right between two groups of people

whose sole ambition in this life is to kill one another?

You could tell them you had two choices,

to do nothing, or to do something.

I could go home. You could go home.

The people involved in the conflict,

they could all decide to go home and forget their troubles,

but they don't.

They continue to walk towards the storm,

to plant apple trees, whilst the world burns down around them.

So...to do nothing, to do something?

What choice is that?

It's no choice at all.

I'm sorry. Contrary to what you might think about me,

risks are the last thing I want to take.

I really am sorry.

I'm going to Azwai.

With your help, or without it.

Thank you for your time.

Aram Askari.

I won't take you, but Askari is a fixer the Reuters guys swear by.

He runs a place called Sunshine Travel.

They have an office right by the citadel.

You can't miss it. I've never worked with him.

My guys are out of the country, so I can't vouch if he's any good myself.

-Aram Askari.

-Mm-hm.

Thank you.

-Hello.

-'Celia, mon amour.

'Celia?'

Are you calling to say that you've

made a mistake and you're getting back on that plane?

Je t'en pris, mon coeur, s'il te plait.

Are you?

I must see this through. I must find the man who took those girls.

'Tu sais combien c'est important pour moi.'

Then we don't have anything to talk about.

'Celia, please...'

HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

-Aram Askari?

-Aram is out on a tour.

I'm Yardil.

I was told to ask for Mr Askari.

He's my brother. We own this place together.

Perhaps I can help.

I wish to travel to Azwai.

It is not safe.

But it can be done.

5,000.

-5,000?

-This is non-negotiable.

I have only dinars.

The border guards will only look the other way for dollars.

There's a bank not far from here.

If you turn right, it's a few hundred metres down.

-When do we leave?

-It is just you and I?

We can leave this afternoon.

GERMAN RAP MUSIC PLAYS

IN GERMAN:

Are you going to share that?

Sorry.

When's he coming? He's 15 minutes late.

Drug dealers do not keep to a schedule, Matty.

Jesus...

-FROM AFAR

-Oi!

What do you think you're doing?!

Where you going?

Come on! Where you going?

Where the hell are you going?

Come on! Open the door!

Bitch!

PHONE RINGS

Hey, Matthew, it's just mum.

We were going to go and see your sister this afternoon.

And, uh...I know you usually go on your own, but...

..well, I thought it might be nice to all go together, if you...

Well, let me know what you think.

All right, bye. Bye.

After the van stopped,

he opened the door

and he put a bag over my head.

It was a...

..a dark plastic bag.

I couldn't see.

I couldn't breathe.

Every time I screamed, I sucked the...

..plastic into my throat.

He put me...

..over his shoulder and he carried me.

I felt him tie my hands behind my back.

He told me...

.."If you do what I say, I'll take you back to your mum and dad."

And this was the man who kept you?

And he spoke in English?

Did he have an accent?

Yes, he's German.

Did you ever see his face?

Can you describe him?

I said...

.."Please, take me home."

He told me to stop crying, but I couldn't.

So he hit me.

Love, you can stop this whenever you want.

He hit me twice.

And then he pulled down my skirt

and that was the first time that he raped me.

He hugged me after.

Just put both of his arms around me.

And he stroked my hair.

He told me he'd always be my first.

HE BANGS ON THE WALL

HE SOBS

Alice...

when the paramedics picked you up, you mentioned Sophie Giroux.

You were asking for her.

I don't remember.

Do you have any idea

where she might be right now?

She was so weak.

He hadn't fed her...

..in ages.

I promised that I'd come back for her.

Sophie...

-Guten morgen. Sprechen sie Englisch?

-Mm-hm.

I'm looking for Alice Webster.

I have no patient in that name.

Please spell for me.

Um...I think I've made a mistake.

Forgive me. Thank you.

Sorry to intrude. This is Karla Becker.

She's a clinical psychologist here in Hanover.

The doctors contacted me when they heard the nature of this case.

I'll be providing the counselling your daughter will need.

I'll speak with her every day.

It will take time, we cannot rush such a thing.

But...there is something you should know.

The doctors performing the appendectomy,

they found stretch marks.

And there are other clear indications

that your daughter has given birth.

No!

No! No!

No!

HE PANTS

HE EXHALES HEAVILY

We'll head back to camp and brief the Brigadier.

We need to organise a thorough debrief later today.

Excuse me. Bonjour.

Are you Sergeant Stone?

Who's asking?

Julien Baptiste.

How far along are you?

Seven months, I would guess.

-Eight.

-I think it's a girl.

No?

What are you doing here? I thought you were retired?

The receptionist had no record of Alice Webster.

And since I see no journalists,

I must presume the girl's return has been kept secret.

The last thing that girl needs is any more stress.

Of course. But there's only so long the flow of police

into this hospital can go unremarked upon.

Look, I wish nothing but peace for the girl.

I asked you to look into the Giroux case file,

not come out to Germany.

I'm only asking to speak with her.

She's too unwell to have more people questioning her.

But she has spoken, no?

She did confirm she was held captive with Sophie Giroux.

Sophie?

-Where were they kept?

-They were moved around.

All Alice remembers is being in the forest.

She walked hours until she found the road.

Where, exactly, she's not sure.

Was there a yellow van mentioned in Alice's abduction?

That was the only clue we had in Sophie's case.

Baptiste, I've said enough already.

Look, I don't want to interfere with your investigation,

but I made the parents of Sophie Giroux a promise.

There is no-one who knows that case better than I.

You looked me up, Sergeant.

You know who I am and what I've done. Let me help.

I appreciate you making the trip, but it's not necessary.

Go home, Mr Baptiste.

4,700,

4,800,

4,900,

5,000.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Pardon.

DOOR CLOSES

Are we going, then?

Oh, well, great, you're coming.

-Dad isn't back yet.

-So?

Well, I just thought we could all go together.

Do you want to go see Alice? I'm here. Let's go.

Well...

MOANING

I can't keep coming around.

Then, don't.

Maybe we should get a hotel next time.

-Sure.

-You know, it'd just be easier, that's all.

PHONE VIBRATES

-You should go.

-Yeah, I'm going to go shower first.

HE SPEAKS HIS OWN LANGUAGE

-So, you have the money?

-I do.

But first, I want you to do something for me.

Pick up the phone and call your brother.

From what I can tell, he runs an honest business here.

You should apologise for muddying his good name by trying to rob me.

What are you talking about?

You send me to the bank to withdraw a large amount of money

and moments later I'm being followed?

You think all of us are thieves?

I'm simply saying things as I see them.

Take your money, take your damn money and get out of my office.

If you were followed, it wasn't by me or anybody I know.

So whatever you're mixed up in, I want no part of it.

Get out! Go!

Go!

Why aren't you coming down?

No. Sorry.

Do you see the way he looks at me?

He's still not forgiven me.

Well...

he hasn't forgiven himself.

Come on, Sam.

I'm sorry.

PHONE RINGS

-'Hey.'

-Mrs Webster, I said I'd call when I arrived.

Do you really think you're going to find something out there?

Well, I wouldn't have come if I didn't.

'No, I know.'

Look, I want to believe you, it's just hard.

Are you still doing what I asked, with the photographs?

'Yeah, when I can.'

'If my family knew what I was doing, they'd think I'd lost my mind.'

-But, yeah, I am.

-'You have not lost your mind, Mrs Webster.'

Do you ever feel like your family are just...slipping away from you?

All the time.

We feel that way only because we want to hold them so close.

I haven't forgotten, Alice.

I haven't forgotten what I promised you.

Monsieur Baptiste.

How did it go?

I was followed when I went to the bank.

Ah...!

Someone hoping to steal from me.

I thought, perhaps, I was set up, but now...

I'm not so sure.

I usually like to try and think the best of people.

The trouble is...

..people continue to disappoint me.

HE CHUCKLES

I'll do it.

I'll take you to Azwai.

What changed your mind?

I thought about what you said, and you were right.

I'm here to file stories, and you, Monsieur Baptiste, you have a...

..well, you have a habit of finding them.

If I didn't follow you, I wouldn't be doing my job.

Well, then, that's why I like to put my faith in people.

Good. Give me a couple of weeks to put it together.

It has to be sooner.

-How soon?

-Tomorrow morning.

No, no, no, I need to...

I need to ask for the best route, find out where the troops are,

-get a good fixer...

-I may not have weeks.

I have a brain tumour.

You're looking at a...dying man.

I'm sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

You didn't put it there.

Can you take me tomorrow?

OK. Erm...

let me make some calls.

First, though, who exactly is this man we're looking for?

The former soldier, Daniel Reed.

Henry Reed was a soldier, yes...

..but a father first.

He leaves behind his son, Daniel, who followed him into the service.

We'll never know why Henry took his own life,

but we can remember the good he did.

We need to get her some clothes. She's coming home with us tonight.

Tonight?

Well, that's...

There's no rush, love. I mean...

we can stay here as long as you need.

What I need is to come home.

I've spoken to the doctors, it's fine.

It's just an appendix operation, routine, one night is easily enough.

Sam, she needs help.

Other help that we can't give her.

Shrinks will come to us every day.

You know, she's made up her mind.

She's given the police everything they need.

She needs to be somewhere safe.

She's been through enough. It's time she came home.

Where she belongs.

The Photofit is being sent to every single police station in Germany,

it will be with every newspaper by the evening edition.

And we're not issuing

Alice Webster's name along with it, are we?

What do you take us for, Major Gettrick?

If we're going to keep Alice Webster's identity withheld

as long as possible, we need a consistent strategy.

Your department deals with local politics,

community relations, not abductions.

Alice Webster's identity will break at some point, that's inevitable.

We can spare her and her family the intrusion for as long as possible

if we work together.

Now, this Photofit,

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

Thank you, Brigadier. I have support from Hanover, the matter is in hand.

You were here, weren't you?

-When the girl was taken, you were a detective on the case?

-Yes.

Then you saw how it shook this whole damn place.

And I watched as Army and Polizei butted heads time and again

over who was bloody in charge.

Let us not forget that, while we argue,

Sophie Giroux is still out there somewhere.

And you and I, now,

we are in a position to do something about this.

You're right, Brigadier. You're right.

With your help, we can begin the search immediately.

OK, then.

You think he means it? About working together?

He can be a stubborn bastard, Engel,

but he's got his head screwed on.

He knows how important a case like this is.

You should really be on leave by now,

-not stuck in the middle of something like this.

-I'm fine, Dad.

-I know.

But your sister would have killed me for not at least saying it.

Have you told her?

-I will.

-Dad...!

I will.

It's my job to worry about you, remember, not the other way around.

-Sophie!

-Sophie!

Sophie!

I'll...I'll put the kettle on.

I understand...you don't want...

The doctor said...

Well, they said that there were signs that you'd had a baby.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do you want something to eat, or...?

No, I'm tired.

Yeah, of course.

We kept all your things.

Every Christmas, we wrote you a letter,

to...well, wherever you were...

..letting you know what we were doing that year.

Well, they're here, if you want them.

Is it OK if I...

..if I give you a hug?

Of course you can.

Night, love.

Mum...

Yeah?

Night.

Night-night.

-JULIEN:

-When Alice Webster returned,

I remember, people, they said,

"Finally, she is free."

"Free s a bird," you know?

I never understood that saying.

People think birds are these free creatures flying around

without a care in the world, and yet,

they build their nests high up in the trees

to protect themselves from predators.

Nobody is free in this world.

That girl who came back...

..after all those years kept in a basement...

..she wasn't free when she left that place.

She was still a prisoner.

But...

most importantly, I believe...

..that girl...

..was not Alice Webster.