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Extract from police report number 727-A

stricly confidential, unpublished and
unavailable.

Subject: Sandy Fremont.

the last positive sighting of the child

was on her way home from a school
orchestra rehearsal.

this was on Tuesday May 14th at approximately
6:30 in the evening

At about this time, her friend Jeanny Carr
places her positively

as entering the footpath through the area
known as Cromby Woods

and then popular shortcut for several of
the students living at the Millard Heights.

Sandy was a popular girl

and a rising star with the school orchestra.

a music master described her as
the most gifted violinist

with an amazing potential

General opinion was that, apart from her
exceptional musical talent

she was a normal, happy and well liked
12-year-old and

there was nothing to suggest
anything more

than the usual friendly rivalries
of the school life.

But there can be no doubt

that someone thought otherwise.

Sandy...

Sandy...

Ok, girls, from the top.

Ready, Joanne? And...

Not too long on the top note, Joanne.

Good.

Very good rehearsal, girls.
Now, don't forget.

Be in your seats at 2 o'clock
promptly tomorrow.

Police report number 727-A, update.

Shortly after the tragedy

a substantial metal railing was erected
to seal off

and stop the children using the
Cromby Woods shortcut

and since then, speculation about
Sandy Fremont's disappearance

has been endless

but the truth, as elusive as ever.

the conclusion is

that although local stories of kidnapping

even of witchcratt and alien forces
continue

it is felt that there is strong evidence

that Sandy Fremont was murdered
without apparent motive

by an immensely powerful psychopath

who will undoubtedly strike again

for equally unfathomable reasons.

Calling Mr Burgess.
Telephone in reception, please.

Sign there and there, Mr Fowler, please.

Thank you.

Mr Burgess, telephone, please.

Toby's transferring the maps and things out of
the car now, Ian.

Ah, thank you, Mark. If they weren't there,I'm
bound to need them.

Well, I'm sorry about this, really, but...

We always did need the two days,
maybe three.

Oh, that's alright. I quite understand.

I must say, this is a bolt from
the blue for me.

Something I don't relish at all.

You'll be missing the big event, then.

Don't remind me of that, please.

How did she take it?

Joanne? Oh, she doesn't know yet.

I know, I know.

It's a minefield I've got to cross.

- Thanks.
- Ian, um...

Tell you what.

I'll get Claire to lay on
some supper tomorrow.

Then Dianna and Joanne can come back
with us after the concert.

Keep the evening going awhile.

Kills the anti-climax before it starts.

Well, thank you, Mark. That's a great idea.
I appreciate it.

- So will Dianna.
- Don't let on.

Just let it happen. It'll have more
effect that way.

Right.

Well, take it easy.

Tell Dianna I'll drop the car back
like we arranged.

Mark, tell me something.

As a...

A father of three strapping girls

how should I approach...

Destroying a 14-year-old's dream?

Tell her the truth.

And do it with kindness, gently.

She's a sensitive kid.

Artistic.

She always has been.

Quite apart from that, she worships you.

Perhaps a little too much, and that makes
you both vulnerable.

Course she worships me.

She's still only a child.

Sure she is.

Just don't make the mistake of
telling her that.

Hello.

Did you think I'd forgotten you?

That I wasn't coming today?

Of course not.

How could I?

It's just we had to practise.

For tomorrow.

Hello, darling.

- Any problems?
- No, thankfully.

Well, at least you're not stuck
with my mini.

Thank heaven for that.
Mine should be ready tomorrow.

Well, perhaps.

Mark said he'd pop it round.

If you're not in, keys through the
letterbox, alright?

Oh, well, that's good

because with the concert tomorrow night,
I'm sure to be in and out all daylong.

Yes.

And that, of course, is the next drama.

Explaining to Joanne

that I will not be at her concert
tomorrow night after all.

Oh, Ian, darling.

That's the last thing
you should be worrying about.

You can't help what happened.

And why the hell did it have
to be tomorrow, of all days?

Oh, it's quarter to five.

I'd better go and get the tea things ready.

Joanne'll be home in a minute.

Dianna?

Love you.

I should think so.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hello, moppet.

"Joanne", daddy, please.

Sorry. Sorry, darling, sorry.

Mm. Forgot, sorry.

What's happened to the car?

Well, it's still being serviced.

But as I need another one at the crack of
dawn tomorrow, thought I'd hire that.

Where are you going?

I thought you were home tomorrow.

No, I've got to go somewhere.

You will be back for the concert?

Er, darling...

I'm sorry, but I may
have to be away overnight.

You remember I told you about the explosion
in our big installation?

A lot of men were hurt?

Well, I have to be at the inquiry.

It's outside London, you see.

It... it's several hundred miles away.

So, I probably will be away overnight.

Joanne, it wasn't planned that way.

It wasn't gonna be me going there at all,
it was going to be my partner, Tom.

But about an hour ago, we... we got this...

We got this telephone call.

Daddy.

Tomorrow, of all days?

How could you?

Joanne?

You told her, then?

Yes.

With predictable results.

Where... where have you put the towel?

Over there.

Useful place for a towel.

Well, this will be another few minutes.

That should belong enough.

For what?

Your daughter to calm down.

Ah. I see.

She's "my" daughter now, is she?

- She upstairs?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, lord.

I suppose I...

I'll have to pop up there
and try and explain things to her.

You really think that's a good idea?

You've already explained things to her,
haven't you?

Yes, naturally.

Somehow, I think she stopped listening
halfway through.

I don't think this is the right time.

Leave her alone. I mean it.

Hmm.

She's got to learn, darling.

She's only 14 and we...
We've got to balance things out a bit more.

All this special attention
and star treatment

she's getting at the
school is all very well

and I do accept that she's talented
and therefore precocious

but she has to accept that things
cannot be the same here at home.

We're a family.

We each count.

Right.

I'm with you.
I agree, you're absolutely right.

Don't get into another upset about it.

Just calm down.

Oh, it'll work out. You'll see.

I'm not getting into another upset.

But you've got to stop thinking
that things will work out.

They won't. It has to be dealt with.

Only the other day, Claire said
she was beginning to cut herself off

more and more from her school friends.

And I know it's right, because...

Well, it's like living with a stranger
here at home.

Oh, darling, that's nothing.
She's always been like that.

She's never been a
very good mixer, has she?

Ever since the very beginning,
she's always enjoyed her own company

more than anybody else's.

Her own fantasies, more like.

So what does that mean?

She's a dreamer, love.

You don't know her.
You're not around her as much as I am.

Oh, come on, that's not fair.

She lives in a dangerous world of
make-believe.

It's hardly dangerous!

Look, let... let's just leave it alone.

- No, no, no. You said...
- No, let's leave it!

There... there's too much else
to think about.

Daddy, why is it
you who has to go tomorrow?

I told you, darling.

- I'm standing in for somebody.
- Who?

My partner, Tom.

Why can't he go himself?

- Daddy!
- What?

Why can't he go himself?

Because his wife's having a baby
and she's fallen ill

so she had to go to hospital.

Tom's got to stay
and look after the 3-year-old

and be near the hospital, on hand.

- Oh.
- Does it have to be tomorrow?

Joanne, for heaven's sake!

Daddy's got a job to do.

Now leave it alone and get ready for bed.

It's quite late enough with such a full day
ahead of you tomorrow.

I can't help it.

I'm disappointed.

You made me take the course

and now at the end of it all, you're not
coming to my concert.

Daddy had to alter his plans.

Or rather, they were altered for him.

Now, you'll just have to accept it
this time.

Now, go on.

Go to bed.

Joanne, you heard your mother.

Aren't I special to you anymore?

Yes, of course you're special to me.

I only did it all because it made
you proud of me.

Joanne!

Darling, I am proud of you.

I'll always be proud of you.

And this has... upset me

just as much as it has you, believe me.

Please come, daddy.

No more, Joanne, this has got to stop!

I cannot help what happened
and I cannot change it.

And believe me, I have tried.

You'll just have to accept the fact

that this is not some great plot directed
against you personally.

Now, I must say, for somebody
who's so clever

and so accomplished in so many ways

you are behaving rather selfishly
and childishly.

I suppose you're such a clever
girl that, er...

Mummy and I sometimes are inclined to forget that
you're still a child.

I mean, that's why we do try not to shout
at you and not to...

Get cross with you.

And sometimes, darling, it really is
very difficult.

Oh, come on, Joanne.

Look, darling, just try not to push
things so much

and rush everything.

You're still a child.

Relish your childhood, really enjoy it.

Try... try and relax.

You've got so much time.

So much time for everything.

Come on.

Now, why don't you...

Why don't you be a good girl
and go up to bed?

And try to think about what I've said.

Try to understand.

And do try to make a few changes.

The most important thing is that you should
go to bed now and rest

ready for tomorrow.

Will you go to bed, Joanne?

Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, Joanne.

She's getting at you.
Why can't you see that?

Emotional blackmail, that's all it is.

When girls reach Joanne's age,
they're growing up fast.

They're full of petty likes and dislikes,
jealousy...

Sexual uncertainty.

Fiercely possessive.

And suddenly, being a father is
much more difficult.

Mm. Say that again.

How come she's not difficult with you?

Your authority seems to go unchallenged.

Because I'm not a man.

Oh, darling.

Don't be so daft.

Anyway, I'll telephone her from the hotel
tomorrow evening.

See how it went.

I mean, that way, she'll know I've been
thinking about her.

That'll be good.

We should be back by 9 o'clock.

Anyway, I'd rather appreciate
a phone call myself.

Darling, could I have some more bedclothes?

Thank you.

Goodnight, darling.

Oh, my god.

Dianna. You scared the life out of me.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

Be quiet. We'll wake Joanne.

You taken a sleeping pill?

- Yeah.
- Well, come on.

Let's get you back to bed
before you fall asleep on the spot.

Kept waking up.

Strange dream.

Very odd.

Oh, god, I've got to get some sleep.

Hell of a day tomorrow.

You've got too much on your mind.

- Oh...
- Goon.

You'll be alright now.

Goodnight.

Ian...

Ian.

Ian.

Not the seat... seatbelt.

Joanne!

Ready and waiting!

Joanne!

Coming!

Better be off or I'll be late, mum.

Mum? I better be off.

I'm sorry, darling, I was deep in thought.

Now, come home smartly for lunch and don't
hang around daydreaming.

I'll be on time. Don't fuss.

What time is the rehearsal this afternoon?

Two o'clock, so I won't have to leave
here till 1:30.

- Plenty of time.
- Have you got everything?

Yes, mummy.

Mr Johnson? Will you come
to the telephone in reception, please?

Hello, 8733?

Hello, Dianna?

- Darling?
- Ian?

Darling, is that you?

Hang on, sweetheart. Get in, dammit.

Of all the stupid inventions...

Darling?

What a lovely surprise!

- Hello.
- Where are you?

You are making good progress, then.

Leaving early was a very good idea.

No, no. Road's...

Clear, it was marvellous.

Look, darling, I'm sorry...

I'm sorry I disturbed you last night.

Oh, well, I...

Well, within minutes, it seems.

Anyway, look, that's enough of that.
Look, I phoned to say good morning.

Will you tell Joanne I'm sorry?

I... I will be thinking of her tonight.

I'm just sorry I can't be there.

I think she's forgotten all about it.

Well, I'll have some lunch when
I get there.

Drive carefully, won't you, darling?

Well, after last night's dream,
you can be sure of that.

Last night's dreams?

Oh. No, no, darling, nothing...

It was just a dream.

Darling, really.

Well, I dreamt that I crashed the car.

These stupid dogs ran out in the road ..

Look, the funny thing is...

I don't know, I...

I seemed to be drunk.

No coordination at all...

Seatbelt?

What about a seatbelt?

- Ian?
- I couldn't hear a thing.

Alright, I'm with you now.

No, no, all I said was that
it seemed to be like...

To be like typical dream nonsense,
you know, first of all, to make me drunk

and then at the same time to have me
firmly strapped into the seatbelt.

Ian, darling.

Did you get out of the car?

In the dream, I mean.
You weren't trapped or anything?

Well, I must have.

Cos I'm talking to you now, aren't I?

Darling.

This may sound ridiculous,
and don't think me silly...

But after we went back to bed
last night, I...

Oh.

Hang on, I've got some more money, dear.

Er, darling? Darling, it's jammed.

Won't go in. Erm...

I'll phone you tonight as arranged, right?

Love you.

Bye.

Damn telephone box.

If you can hear me

hang on!

I'm going for help!

Just hang on!

I'll be as quick as I can!