- Are you sure it's time for him to leave?
- As I've said, I understand your concern.
He has been through a lot.
We've done all we can for him here.
He now needs to go home
and get on with the rest of his life.
But make sure he keeps up his outpatient appointments,
and there'll be regular visits from the social worker.
Just keep an eye on him.
He'll be fine.
- Let's hope you're right.
Come away then, son.
So what do you fancy for your tea tonight?
I'll pick it up on the way home.
- Don't mind.
- Well, I'll make it special then,
fish, chips, and mushy peas it is.
- Okay.
- Here are your keys, son.
[hip-hop music plays]
¶ ¶
- Hey, birthday boy, you got a light over there?
I've got--yeah, I've got the-- yeah--I've got the lighter.
I've got the shiny lighter. I've got the birthday lighter.
Who did you nick it off anyway?
- I'm bored.
- Yes, Tommy, come here, brother.
Tommy, yes, yes, yes, look.
You've got to stay in your dad's bedroom, yeah?
- Why?
- You've got your chocolate and your crisps, yeah?
Don't mention that to Ricky. He'll get the munchies.
But you've got to stay in your bedroom, 'cause otherwise
Daddy will never let us have a party again, yeah.
- Fine. I'm going to the playground.
- All right, I'll pick you up later.
You know what I mean? I'll pick you up later.
[sighs]
- The missing boy.
This is the playground from which young Tom Ryan
went missing nearly two weeks ago.
So if anybody remembers anything at all from that night,
no matter how small,
please call the number on your screen.
Police are...
- Whoever you are, just...
please, I just want Tom back.
Please don't hurt him.
We just want him back home...safe.
And...
and we...
we really need him.
Please don't hurt him.
And let us know that he's safe.
- Matthew.
- This case and other disappearances
of children in the--
The police still haven't found a single clue,
so the nightmare continues for his father, Jake,
and his brother, Matthew.
- Matthew.
[metallic rattling]
- Dad?
- For his father, Jake,
and his brother, Matthew.
- Matthew.
- Thanks, son.
- Dad, I was...
I was listening to those tapes of Tom's.
I heard something.
Let me show you.
- Please don't hurt him.
We just want him back home...safe.
And...
and we...
we really need him.
Please don't hurt him.
And let us know that he's safe.
- The police still haven't found a single clue,
so the nightmare continues for his father, Jake--
- Uh! [glass shatters]
- Police are refusing to comment
on similarities between this case...
[knocking on door]
and other disappearances of children in the area.
- Hi. I was just passing by.
I had a home visit in the block.
How is everything?
What happened to your hand?
- Oh, nothing. Just an accident.
- Everything all right with you, Matthew?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
- Well, welcome back.
If you need to talk, just drop by.
- Good night, Mr. Ballan.
[heavy breathing]
[child whimpering]
- Of course I understand, Doctor.
He's my son.
I just don't think I can handle it if he tips over again.
Remember what happened the last time?
Aye, okay.
We'll just... we'll just wait and see then.
It's always the easiest bloody thing.
- Ah!
[bird squawking]
Fuck sake.
- Please don't hurt him.
We just want him back home...safe.
And we...
[distant shouting]
[thudding]
[woman crying]
- Hiya.
You must have moved in when I was away.
- Hi.
- I'm Matt, by the way.
- Hi. I'm...I'm Amy.
- Hi, Amy.
Listen.
Are you all right?
These...the walls, man, they're thin.
I wasn't listening in, but--
- I know.
I can hear your TV.
Listen.
I'm really sorry about your brother.
- Amy!
Amy!
[lighter flicks]
- You still got it then?
- Yeah, man.
I met this girl.
- Jesus Christ. That was quick.
Is she fit?
- It's not like that.
- You fucking loon.
- What about you anyway?
What's...what's going on?
- Ain't got no time for a ho, bro.
Cousin got me a job down the car yard.
Money's crap, but I love it.
I've even started to fix up me own motor down there.
- You passed your test then?
- Not exactly.
He don't know that, though.
Put in a good word for you if you want, man.
- It's cool, man.
I've...I'm a bit undecided, you know?
They're trying to push me
into some college course or something,
or if it's not that, it's get a job and...and like...
just--I need some time, you know?
- Yeah, give it some thought, though.
Drive you mad being in that flat all day.
- I will, man.
I'll give it some thought.
- You all right, though, yeah?
How's it going with your old man?
- Fucked, mate.
He thinks I've lost my mind again.
- Why's that?
- I was looking at some of the old news reports
of Tom's disappearance.
- Nothing wrong with that, man.
- And I thought that I heard his voice on one of the tapes.
And I told him, and that was a mistake.
- Some spooky shit, man.
What was he saying?
- Just calling... just calling to me.
It's...
- I've seen something on this.
Yeah, I watched a program on it the other day,
some sort of phenomenon
where you get dead people's voices on tapes.
People go around recording them and that.
I see it on TV, man.
- Yeah, but we don't know that Tom's dead, do we?
So...
- Look, Matt, while you were away, man,
there was some shit written about your family
by that reporter, Saks.
- What?
- Nothing, man, just dragging up the past and that.
- What like?
- Some shit about your dad breaking your brother's arm
in a fit of rage or something like that.
I had to tell you, man.
- Testing, testing. One, two, three.
I don't know why I'm doing this, mate.
Simon said to do it.
[laughs]
Simon fucking said!
So I'm fucking sat here
in the middle of a fucking playground, yeah,
talking to you on a fucking recorder.
Is this where you went from?
If you're out there...
you know, fucking say, dude.
Let's just know, yeah?
Let's not this in between.
You shouldn't have gone.
That wasn't fair.
We'll see what happens, yeah?
Let's quieten down.
Let's quieten, quieten down, quieten down.
- Freak.
What you doing on our playground talking to yourself, huh?
- Yeah, what you fucking doing in our playground, you prick?
- First sign of madness, you know.
[all laugh]
- Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?
- Hey, hey, how old is this fucking thing, huh?
What you listening to, some fucking girl band?
You're that kid whose brother went missing, yeah?
We saw you on TV the other day.
Your dad was fucking crying and everything.
Everybody says your dad did it.
Your mum went missing as well, didn't she?
I'd be fucking worried if I was you.
- Uh!
- [spits]
[laughs]
- Matt?
- [groans]
- Matt?
Matt, are you all right?
- Hello.
Oh.
[groans]
Just take it down, yeah?
- Look, if there's one thing I know about,
it's covering up cuts and bruises.
Do you miss your mum?
- Not really.
She...she left so long ago,
I don't think about her that much, you know?
Tom was so young.
He never even knew her.
- They're the freaks,
beating you up after everything
that your family has been through.
- Family.
Yeah, it's not much of a family, really.
Dad hates me.
He...blames me for what happened to Tom.
Dad was out.
We were having a party,
and Tom wanted to go to the playground.
And it was my birthday,
so, you know, I'm drinking, and I'm smoking, and...
and by the time I come to collect him,
he was gone.
- He'll be home soon.
- What's with your dad, Amy?
Okay?
Listen, thanks.
Yeah.
I'll chuck it, yeah.
- How did your appointment go today?
- Fine.
- Been taking the pills?
- Yeah.
- Matthew!
What happened to your face?
- I fell over.
Let's just know, yeah?
Let's not this in between.
- You shouldn't have gone.
It wasn't fair.
- Matthew, let me in.
Matthew, it's dark in here.
I'm really scared.
- What's that you're listening to?
- Nothing.
- Are you sure you're all right?
[child crying and shouting]
- [gagging]
I was just on my way out, actually.
- Matthew, you know how important our meetings are.
- No one said you were coming.
- I just have to check that you're settling back all right.
- Fucking hell.
- As your care worker, I just have to tick a few boxes.
Why did you miss your outpatient appointment?
- I was sick.
- Try not to miss the next one.
So how's it been, coming back to the estate,
living with your father?
- All right.
- Really? What happened to your face?
- I had an accident.
- So how have you been?
- Look, I'm all right, I said.
- Look, Matthew, this is gonna sound really boring,
but it is important that you don't miss
your hospital appointments.
You thought any more about the courses I told you about?
I run a few of them down at the church hall,
and it's not too late to come along.
I've brought some of the college forms along with me.
[continues speaking indistinctly]
What's the matter, Matthew?
- Nothing.
- Hear the words of comfort our Savior Christ says
to all who truly turn to Him.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest."
God so loved the world that he gave his only Son
that whoever believes in Him
should not be perish but have eternal life.
And when our mortal flesh is laid aside,
an everlasting dwelling place is made ready for us in heaven.
- It would be good to see Matthew at the next meeting.
How's your hand, by the way?
- It's better.
When is the next meeting?
- Tuesday.
- Simon.
- Yes, Matthew.
- Got a ciggie?
- Yeah, man.
How was the God Squad?
- Great.
Cheers.
- Hey, Matt.
How you doing?
- Sophie.
- I've not seen you for ages.
How was the loony bin?
- Oi!
Clear off.
I said go. I'll see you at home.
I think she fancies you, bro.
- Shut up.
It's your sister, mate.
That's fucking disgusting.
- 12 years old, man.
- Mate, you know what you were talking about,
the tape and recording things?
- Yeah.
- I done it, and...
can I play it to you?
- Yeah, man.
Fancy a spin?
All right.
- Talking to you on a fucking recorder.
Is this where you went from?
If you're out there...
Wait, mate, it's here. It's coming up.
- You're fucking losing it, ain't you?
- Mate, it's fucking on here.
I did it. Wait a sec.
- Well, you're fucking joking.
Nobody's gonna take me seriously, man.
- But it was your idea,
You said it, and I did it, and it worked.
- Matt. - It's on here.
- I mean, listen, bro, you need to spend a bit longer
in the old whack shack, do you know what I mean?
- We'll just see what happens, yeah?
- What the fuck, Matt?
Matt, bruv!
- It's fucking funny, Simon, yeah.
It's Tom!
Tom!
- Mom! Mom!
[knocking on door]
- What's wrong?
What is it?
Seriously, you actually haven't said a word since I got here.
- I think he's still alive.
I heard his voice.
No one else has, but something's going on...
something between me and him.
- I believe you.
You know what?
I might have something for you.
No one seems to know that much about her.
She seems to sort of freak everyone out.
They call her a witch.
I've seen her just, like, wandering around the corridors
a few times.
It seems like she's just misunderstood.
I know where she lives.
It's on the White Hawk Estate, just round the corner.
- Thanks.
- You've got nothing to lose by paying her a visit.
- Thanks, Amy.
- For what?
- For not thinking that I'm some fucking...
- I never said you weren't.
- No, and there's...
there is help that you can get too.
Sorry.
I just--I just wanted to say thanks.
- You--you already did.
I'd better get back.
- Yeah.
Oh!
Tom.
- Matthew.
Matthew.
Take me away, Matthew.
I have a game for you, Matthew.
I'm waiting for you.
Matthew.
Matthew!
[loud clanging]
Matthew!
- Have you come to help me?
- You never came for me, Matthew.
I waited for you.
Where were you?
Where were you, Matthew?
Matthew.
[doorbell ringing]
- Is this your friend?
- Just ignore her, Matthew.
She gets a bit ahead of herself.
- How did you know my name?
- Shall we begin?
- Yeah.
You know, all I need to know is sort of why he won't...
why he won't leave me alone.
Why can't I get rid of him?
- Sounds obvious,
but maybe he's trying to say something to you.
- So you think he's dead then?
- I can't answer that,
but maybe he's trying to warn you about something.
- You all right?
- Remember, he's just a child.
Maybe he's just angry with you
because you weren't there for him when he needed you.
Ghosts are about the unresolved.
They never rest until they find an answer.
- Ghosts?
- Matthew, this place is full of 'em.
It's a cursed area.
Oh, don't worry, sweetie.
Mummy's just telling a story.
Try not to worry too much.
I'm sure you'll find what you need.
- Yeah.
Listen, thanks very much.
How much do I owe you?
- There's no need.
- You sure?
- It's fine.
- Thanks.
- This is for you.
- For me?
Wow.
Thank you very much.
Hello?
Dad?
Dad, where were you?
- What is it, Matthew?
- I was just saying good night.
You all right, Dad?
Right, night then.
Want me to shut the door?
[door closes]
[knocking on door]
Saks. - Hello, Matthew.
I need to ask you some questions.
- Fuck off.
- What do you think about the latest abductions?
Do you believe rumors it may be the work of a serial killer?
- What abduction?
- Sophie Prior.
Believe you may be a friend of her brother's, Simon.
- You've got to go now.
- Matthew!
Do you think it was a local person that killed them?
- Fuck off.
- You're all the same round here.
[door slams]
[doorbell rings]
- Saks was here earlier,
made Mum and Dad cry with his questions.
- This is for you.
Made me think of Sophie.
- Where did you get it?
- It led on from the stuff with the tapes.
- What happened then?
- I met up with this woman, Simon.
She wanted to help.
She's...
she's a medium.
She's not some sort of crystal gazer, man.
She's good, and her daughter drew that for me.
- A medium?
Yeah, she lives on the White Hawk Estate,
Shelley Cartwright.
- Shelley Cartwright?
- Yeah.
- Fucking hell, man.
What's wrong with you?
She died years ago when her flat burnt down.
Her daughter was in it.
It was all over the news.
- No, she--no, you're thinking of someone else, mate.
I spoke with her, and she...
- Matt, sort your head out, bruv.
Do you think we need this shit right now?
- Simon, you've got the wrong person.
I think she can help, you know?
I think--when I heard about Sophie and I saw that drawing...
- I can't believe you, Matt.
Don't just fucking stand there looking at me, you psycho.
Fuck off! Go!
Get out! Get out!
- Simon, but what if Tom is trying to warn us?
[screams]
[door creaks and slams]
Hello?
- Watch out!
- You watch out.
- Matt, what's wrong?
- Fuck off!
- What?
- The fucking medium.
- What happened?
- She doesn't exist, Amy.
She's dead!
You think that this is a joke?
You think that this is funny?
You think that this is fucking funny?
I thought that you were different.
I thought you understood.
But you're just like everybody else.
- I didn't know.
- Wait.
Wait.
But it was so real...
and then not there.
I'm sorry, Amy.
You all right?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
So what do you think she was trying to tell you?
- That someone's trying to tell me something.
But she's not fucking there.
You know, so...
- If you think that your brother is trying to tell you something,
then it doesn't matter if it's real or not.
You just listen to it. It doesn't matter.
You just listen.
Okay?
- Now, your Uncle Martin and the family
are all looking forward to seeing you again,
so just try and enjoy it, okay?
[doorbell rings]
- Your dad's been coming round whilst you've been away.
He keeps blaming himself.
It's no one's fault,
but he really feels guilty.
- Maybe he should.
- It was a works do.
You know he left early to get back to you guys.
- What?
- It doesn't really matter now, does it, Matt?
You both really need to help each other.
Just look after yourself.
[knocking on door]
- Come in.
But that's far too many pills.
No, look, you've only been out for four weeks.
It's four pills a day.
If you want to change anything,
then you have to come and see me.
Yes.
Look, I'm here till 6:00.
- What is this?
- Fine.
Just--look, come in and bring your father.
Will you?
Fine.
Good.
Thanks. Yeah, okay.
Bye.
Right.
How are things with you?
[knocks on door]
- Hello?
Excuse me, mate.
Excuse me. Is it all right?
Could I come in?
Yeah?
I've got this...
I was in Dr. Cole's office, and I saw this,
which I've seen before.
What do you know about this?
- It's evil, bro.
It's evil.
- What is? This is?
What...
- It's happening to you too.
- What are you doing in here?
Do you know Edward?
- Let it go before it pulls you under.
- No, yeah, no.
- Well, I'll show you out.
Come on, please.
You're disturbing the patient.
- Yeah.
No, it was my fault. It was my fault completely.
I went in there and started... started asking him stuff.
It was stupid.
What happened to him?
- He's been in here for years.
He was with a classmate who went missing.
- What, and he killed him?
- A lot of people thought he did,
but they never found a body, so...
- [grunting]
- This is you.
Just follow this corridor right to the exit, okay?
- Mummy's boy, where's your mummy now, boy?
Where's your fucking mummy now, huh?
You fucker.
Come round 'ere, you little fucking pussy ho.
Huh?
Fucking, now get off my fucking swing.
Get the fuck off my swing!
You know who you're fucking with, boy?
Pussy. You little pussy, you!
[glass shatters]
- Take the other bike, man.
- Come with me!
- Move, move, move!
- Oi!
- Go the other way!
- [breathing heavily]
- Oi!
- Oh, he's around here somewhere.
[whistles]
Oh, yeah, look who it is.
- You boys back off now!
Mathew, come here.
Home time, boys.
I'm sorry I couldn't put any brandy in this.
Okay?
Well, I know I told you to drop by, Matthew,
but it's a bit late, isn't it?
- Sorry, Mr. Ballan.
- No, it's all right.
I was here getting ready for tomorrow anyway.
You call me Adrian.
And why are you out so late?
Won't your dad be worried about you?
- They're probably gone by now, so I should probably...
- They're a nasty bunch.
Looks to me like they're out for blood tonight.
You're not in any kind of trouble are you?
- No, nothing like that.
- So how is your father?
And, more importantly, how are you?
- I'm okay.
Thank you for asking.
- Look, Matthew, will you just cut the bullshit?
You might think I'm just here to do a job,
but I do the job because I want to help.
I can't begin to imagine how difficult this must be for you.
It's hard to make sense of it all.
But there are ways of working through it.
- Do you think that they had anything to do with Tom?
- I don't know.
But I do know that anything's possible these days.
When people have lost their beliefs and their faith,
what's left?
I should leave them to the police.
You believe in...
in an afterlife?
Don't you?
- I really am sorry about your brother, Matthew.
- Do you think we'll ever find him,
know what happened to him?
[clock chiming]
Fuck.
Sorry, sorry.
I should be going.
Thank you for the tea.
- Take care of yourself, Matthew, all right?
- [mumbling]
- Matt.
- [shouts]
- Shush now, come on.
Matt, you're just having a bad dream.
[children crying]
Matt!
- [screams]
- Matt.
- Get off me.
Get off me, get off me, get off!
Fuck off!
[loud thud]
[child laughing]
[no audible dialogue]
[quiet rattling]
Why do you have Tom's watch?
- Police give it me when they'd finished with it.
They found it in the playground.
You'd already gone into hospital,
and I didn't think you should know about it.
I still don't think you're able to--
- Lying.
- What?
- You left your party early that night.
So where were you?
- Oh, for Christ sake, Matthew.
I left with a girl from work.
But the real question is, where the fuck were you?
You were meant to be looking after him.
I told you to look after him!
But instead, you were getting pissed
and God knows what else with your friends.
Son, I think you need some more help.
- That would suit you, wouldn't it?
That would suit you, wouldn't it,
locking me up again?
No.
Because you did it.
I know you did it.
- Don't do it!
It's not worth it.
I heard all the shouting.
You're not okay.
Come with me.
I want to show you something.
This is just where I like to come
just when everything gets too much.
I pretend one of them's mine and I can just sail away.
Which one do you like?
- What you doing?
- Well, come on, don't be a girl.
Get in.
- Don't be stupid.
- Come on.
- He had a good job,
and we lived in a--in a nice house
in a nice neighborhood.
I used to play piano.
He got made redundant,
and he started to drink.
And...
everything changed.
We ended up here.
And that's my story,
give or take a few bruises.
Try not to think the worst of your dad.
You have to trust him.
It's hard on both of you.
- So...
where are we going?
- Well, I do rather like the South of France
this time of year.
So why don't you lie back,
and I'll have us back by the morning.
- You're the captain.
Dad.
Dad, I didn't mean what I said.
I'm sorry about everything.
I'm sorry.
- Don't worry, son.
- Sorry. - Don't worry.
- [breathing heavily]
- I'm sorry, son.
It's for your own good.
- Okay, I'll take it from here, thanks.
- Uh!
- Matt!
- Hello?
Okay, there's no one here.
Okay, I'm coming back, yeah, yeah.
[woman singing]
[Rebecca crying]
- Rebecca, what's happened?
What's the matter, darling?
Tell me.
All right, shh, shh, shh.
What's the matter?
Tell me.
Sweetie, what happened?
Oh, my God!
What's happened, darling?
What's happened?
Shh, shh, shh.
Thank God you're here.
Something's happened to Rebecca.
We need some help.
- [crying]
- Get out of my house.
Get out of my house, you evil bastard, get out!
Rebecca, Rebecca, it's all right.
Come here, darling.
It's all right. It's all right.
Leave us alone!
Please! Please!
Shh, shh.
It's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh.
Rebecca, under the bed, quickly, quickly.
Under the bed!
- [crying]
- It's okay.
Shh, shh.
[screams loudly]
- Anything's possible these days.
When people have lost their beliefs and their faith...
- Oi, oi, Matt.
Matt, man, oi!
Wait, Matt!
Matt, what's going on man?
Have your dad looking for you. He's worried about you, bruv.
- I know who did it, Simon. It was Mr. Ballan.
He's using the church. - Ballan, what--
- You won't believe me, Simon.
I don't care. I don't care.
It's Mr. Ballan.
- Matt!
[baby cries distantly]
- Dearly beloved,
we have prayed that our Lord Jesus Christ
will receive her, give her eternal life
and the Kingdom of Heaven.
Would the godparents please step forward?
[baby crying]
[door slams]
[lighter flicks]
[lock clicks]
- Fuck!
[chains jiggling]
[grunting]
[door opens]
[lighter flicks]
[girl whimpering]
[girl crying]
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right.
It's okay.
Sophie.
Sophie, it's me.
It's Matt Ryan.
It's okay.
No, don't be afraid. It's okay.
- Matt.
- Ah!
Get off, get off!
What the fuck have you done?
What have you fucking done to my brother?
What have you done to my little brother?
[gagging]
- Hello?
Is anybody down there?
- Uh!
- Hello?
Can't see anyone.
- I think I see a light.
- Simon. Jake.
What are you doing here?
- Matthew's run off.
For some reason, Simon thought
he might have come to the church.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Jake.
I haven't seen him, but I'll call the office,
let them know what's happened, see if they can help.
- If you do see him,
I'd be grateful if you could give us a call.
And if you see him, don't take any notice of what he says.
- What happened to your door?
- Oh, vandals.
We get a lot of them round here.
I'm sorry, gents. I must get on.
I'll be sure to call you, Jake, if I see Matthew at all, right?
- Matt looked so convinced.
- Look, I told you, that's how he gets when he's ill.
Look, I'd better get back to the flat in case he turns up.
- I'm sure he will.
See you later, yeah?
- Aye. Thanks, Simon.
[distant screaming]
- Let me go!
Get off me, man! Get off me!
Ah!
Huh.
- [crying]
- Uh!
No.
- [crying]
- Go, Sophie!
Go, Sophie, run!
Run, Sophie!
- [grunting]
[muffled thudding]
- Matthew.
Matthew, wake up.
Wake up now, Matthew, please.
Come on.
Wake up now.
Wake up, Matthew.
You need to come out of there.
- [gasps]
[coughing]
[crying]
Simon!
[crying]
Uh!
[eerie laughter]
[grunting]
Uh!
- He called your name at the end.
- Uh!
Uh!
[dull thudding]
Ah!
- Thank you.
- Where's Amy?
- You mean Sophie?
She's--she's fine.
They found her just after she escaped.
She's--she's safe now.
- Simon?
Did you catch him? Did you get him?
- No, he escaped.
- I killed him.
- No, son, the, the police are searching for him now.
They don't even know who he is.
They found the real Ballan in there.
He'd been dead for years.
Son, I have to tell you,
we found Tom in there with the others.
- What about Amy?
Where's...
- I don't know who Amy is, son.
Look, you should...
you should get some rest now.
We'll...
we'll talk some more later, eh?
- [exhales]
- Away then, son.
- I'll be a minute.