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Sarah? Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Honey!

Should've…

Jen?

What're you doing down here?

What's going on?

She's gone.

Who's gone? What're you talking about?

- Henry? - Don, Sarah's gone missing.

I need you to come and help me right now.

She's missing? What…

I need you to come and sit with Jenna while I search the property.

She can't be left on her own.

What's wrong with Jenna? What's going--

Just please… come.

Yeah, okay.

I'm on my way.

Thank you.

My name's Sarah, but maybe it's Mags. I don't know.

I can't remember.

- Maggie? - Sarah?

Did you say Maggie? Maggie, is it you?

Hey. Oh, darling, it's all right.

It's all right. I'm here.

I'm here. Okay.

We're here, little one.

I'll get it. You go down.

- Sarah? Sarah. - She's okay. She's okay.

She's just drunk. She's passed out.

- Jenna, she's okay. Jenna. - She's fine.

- I'll get her out. - She's okay.

Okay.

How was she in town?

I don't know.

We'll lose her.

The dead girl they found.

On the flyer. It's her, isn't it?

When you returned from the co-op,

I wasn't sure whether you understood.

Soon as I saw the flyer, I…

I…

I…

I don't know what I thought.

Maybe I didn't want to remember.

When I woke up and Sarah wasn't there…

I thought maybe they'd come and taken her back.

They're bad people.

He's a drunk, and she's a sinner.

She's better off with us.

We saved her from them.

So we just continue on. Everything will be fine.

"Come, little leaves" Said the wind one day

"Come over meadows with me And play

Put on your dresses of red and gold

For summer is gone And the days grow cold"

Dancing and whirling The little leaves went

Winter had called them And they were content

Soon, fast asleep In their earthy beds

The snow laid a coverlid

Over their heads

- Can you say again, please? - I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe it's Mags.

Maggie?

Did you say Maggie?

Maggie, is it you?

Yeah, I can't remember anything.

- Maggie, talk to me, please. - Okay.

- Turn it off. - Stay right there, okay?

Okay. That's her.

That's her voice.

How do you know? She was three years old

- the last time you heard her speak. - She says it. She says it.

She also says she's been at a party, and she sounds drunk.

- So? - So, last night was a free-for-all.

I mean, it was crazy around here.

You know, most of the parents were at the vigil.

The kids went crazy.

There was cars hooning, drunk kids tagging fences.

I mean, what do you think's more likely, huh?

Mags suddenly popping up out of nowhere after 11 years,

or, you know, a prank call from some shit-faced teen wanting attention.

What about CCTV?

Okay, there must be something in the area, something nearby

- in a shop, traffic camera. - Ian… Yes, not covering the phone booth.

Okay, let's talk about the phone booth. What about fingerprints?

Constable Lewis had the booth dusted

- at your insistence… - Yes.

…and he found nothing.

He found nothing?

Don't you find that strange?

What I find strange is that my officers are taking orders from you.

Well, if I waited for you to give the order, it would never fucking happen.

What do you think this is, Ian? Huh? You think you're King Shit.

You can just come in here, get away with anything

'cause you're part of some country-cop boys club

because you used to be the boss here.

But you're not the boss anymore.

That's my job, Da. I can do it.

- Da? - Yeah?

Da, do you still love me?

I always will.

I am so, so sorry.

I feel awful.

What can I do to make it up?

You know those tulip bulbs we've been keeping?

Maybe we can plant them, eh?

Finish the rest.

How did you know where to go?

How did you know the way to town?

The family next door have a son.

Tommy.

I've met up with him a couple times and…

he took me to a party.

A party?

I know you must be angry.

That friend of yours, Tommy…

he put you in incredible danger.

I would prefer it if you did not see him again, please.

Why is it wrong for me to have a friend?

You know why.

People don't understand the way we live.

They'll try to break us up.

But why?

Because those people are threatened by we who live right by the Lord.

- Who says? - I do.

Da.

Who's Mags?

Where did you hear that name?

I read it on a piece of paper.

It felt like I knew it.

Yeah, well you would do.

Why? Who is she?

A while ago in the town, a little girl went missing.

Everyone was looking for her.

And your mother and I, we were very upset by the story too.

Yeah, we must have said her name in the house and it stuck in your head.

What happened to her?

That little girl was murdered.

I'm sorry, but it's true.

The world is a wicked place out there.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, not a great night.

Not a great night.

Here. Let me do it. I'll bring it in.

- Yeah, all right. I… - It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

- Just… - Thank you, Polly.

Thank you, Pol.

Polly. None of the call logs are where they're supposed to be.

Can… It's all completely gone.

Yeah, we had a software update.

- I don't… - Do…

- I can help. - Thank you.

"Loud music, cars parked across the driveway."

This is from one of the neighbors, so it's probably one of the houses

- next door. - That's the one.

Thank you.

Any time.

Here, Jimmy. Jimmy.

Excuse me, fellas. I hear there was a party here last night.

- Good day. - Any idea whose it was?

Yeah, it was Charlie's.

I think there was a few dudes that went from the party over there, so…

- Could ask them. - Okay.

- Yeah. Go and ask them if you want. - Thanks for your help.

Charlie, stop fucking looking at me.

Piss off, you dickhead.

Excuse me, are you Charlie?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I don't know you.

No, but I know your name. Can I talk to you for a minute, please?

- The fuck? - It's all right, mate, just stand up.

You're not in trouble. I wanna talk to you about the party last night.

Looking for a girl who is 14 years old,

with blue eyes, fair complexion.

She was going by the name

- maybe Sarah or Mags. - Fuck. I gotta get the fuck out of here.

How could I know?

Well, you might know because it was your party, that's why I'm asking.

I saw a lot of girls at my party.

- It was a party. - I'm asking you. She was 14 years old.

She was drunk, she left at about 10…

Mate, have you seen this girl named Sarah or Mags?

Why are you walking away?

- You're not in trouble. - No, I want to get out of here.

- I don't know who you're talking about. - Come back here, mate.

- I'm looking for a 14-year-old girl. - I don't know you, bro.

- Hey, listen to me, mate. - Fuck off.

You can stay the fuck away from me, bro.

The fuck you walking away for, hey?

Did you see her?

- Who? Who? - Who? You fucking deaf?

Sarah or Mags?

- Yeah, she was a weirdo. - All right, Damo?

- Want me to call the cops? - Nah, it's all right.

Did she do this to you?

- Did you hurt her? Did you hurt her? - I didn't fucking hurt her, all right?

I didn't hurt her.

- She was at the party? - Yes.

- Okay. - I didn't hurt her.

- Who was she with? Okay. - I don't know.

- You don't know who she was with? - No.

- Did she tell you where she lives? - Why would she?

Did you see her leave?

- Yeah, I saw her leave. - What did you see?

She was walking down the main drag.

She went to the pay phone, she got picked up by a van.

Who picked her up?

I don't know.

I don't know who picked… I don't know. It was dark, I was drunk…

Was she calling out for help? Was she struggling? What happened?

No, man. No. She got in the van on her own.

No one was forcing anyone.

Okay. What was this van? Was it… What… Describe the van.

The color, the make, the model.

I don't know, man. I was smashed. I didn't see. It was too dark.

Anything else? Any fucking detail?

This is very, very important.

I don't know.

What's your name?

- Damian. Damo. - Damian who?

- Tully. - Damian Tully?

Yeah. Damo.

Okay.

Didn't rise properly. It's rubbish.

I'll still have some.

Yum. It's delicious.

Have I been a good mother?

Yes.

The best.

Really?

Directory assistance. What name, please?

Hi. I'm looking for a Deborah Ridley in Port McKenna.

Deborah Ridley.

There's no listing for a Deborah Ridley.

But we do have a Ridley's Flowers, Homewares and Gifts.

Hi. Do you like that one?

Just looking.

You know, this was my mother's favorite?

Though she did used to always say…

Just let me know if you need anything, okay?

Thank you.

- See ya. - Bye.

Thanks for coming.

Of course, mate.

You all right?

Not really, mate.

Okay.

I was just really, really close to going to a pub back there and…

and having a drink.

Right, well, it's great that you didn't.

Ian, it's really great that you didn't.

Do you wanna get to a meeting?

Maggie's alive.

What do you mean, mate?

She put in a Triple Zero call last night…

that I took.

It was just before 11:00. She was in that phone booth on Piper Street.

She was upset. She was… I think she was drunk.

She was confused…

She didn't…

She said to me…

"I think my name is Mags."

And I've got a witness who saw her getting bundled into a van.

- Are you… Are you sure, mate? - It's her, Don. It is her.

Okay.

She's been here the whole time. The whole fucking time.

You understand? And so is the sick fucking…

The guy that took her has been here. For 11 years.

And that's why I can't drink.

Because I missed them.

I missed them by, like, I don't know, minutes,

and I can't do that again.

- Hello. - Can we… Can we meet?

Meet you, why?

It's just that…

Ian Ridley just said something very strange about his daughter, Mags.

Oh, yeah? What did he say?

He said that she called him last night,

from the phone booth where I picked up Sarah.

Hello?

Are you at your boat?

I can be.

All right.

Will I meet you there?

Sarah.

I'm gonna have to go out too.

Okay. I've got schoolwork to do.

- You can do that up in your room. - Why?

'Cause I can't trust that you won't leave the house, that's why.

- No, you can. I'll stay inside. - Come on, let's move.

You brought this on yourself. Let's go. Inside, please.

Up to your room till your mother's home.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it goes.

Thank you.

Da, please.

So Ian started asking questions…

- Uh-huh. - …as you do,

and at the end of the conversation, she says her name is Mags.

And you believe him?

Well, I mean Ian's messed up, but he's not a liar.

So what do you want me to do about it?

I don't… I'm…

I'm just trying to understand what happened.

- If it was Sarah who called Triple Zero-- - Right.

Why would she do that?

And why would she say her name was Mags?

She was drunk.

She was drunk.

- Yeah. Okay. - Simple as that.

I mean, you of all people should know what that's like.

Okay, sure.

You know, some people, they might make some crazy conclusions here.

Like what?

Well, and I've never thought about this before.

But…

Sarah and the missing girl,

they'd be about the same age.

And the photo of Mags,

the ones of her as a toddler,

the ones in the paper, there are similarities between the two--

You know Sarah's mine.

I called you the day she was born to tell you that you're an uncle,

- or were you too drunk to remember that? - No, I remember. I remember.

But I was up north.

I was up north when she was born.

And I didn't meet her until, what? She was nine?

So what are you saying? That I'm a kidnapper?

That I abducted my own child? Is that what you think of me?

No. All I'm saying is we need to clear this up.

We should go to the police.

We could just explain to them what happened last night. We could…

We could just tell them it was all a mix-up.

No. We're not doing that. We're not going to the police.

That's not gonna happen.

Well, can we just tell Ian?

He is…

beside himself. He is distraught. We could just let him…

We could let him talk to Sarah and put his mind at ease.

That's not gonna happen either.

Henry, I respect you.

I respect the way you wanna live all the way out there on your own.

But this is too much. This is too much.

You don't wanna talk to Ian? Okay. But I have to.

This is what's gonna happen, Donald.

You're gonna drop this.

Okay? You're gonna drop it.

You don't know anything about Sarah or the phone booth at all.

And you're not gonna tell anyone about Sarah or the phone booth. No one!

Not the police, and not your best mate Ian Ridley.

Why not?

Why wouldn't I do that, Henry?

If we lose Sarah,

it'll kill us.

It'll destroy us.

It'll destroy Jenna.

Jesus Christ.

You know, if you care about Jenna in the way that you say you do…

If you care about us,

then you go back to not knowing anything about this at all.

Please?

Sarah.

- Sarah. - What do you want?

I'm up here.

You weren't at the tree house.

Go away. You can't be here.

Well, I saw both the cars are gone, so I figured it was okay for me to come over.

Can you please just leave?

I…

I brought you some mouse bones.

Now who's the weirdo?

Okay. I guess I'll just… throw them out then, hey?

I'm locked in my room.

For real?

'Cause of last night?

Why else?

Kitchen window's open.

There's a key with a ribbon by the back door.

When we accept Jesus into our lives, we enter a relationship.

And like any relationship, the obligations go both ways.

Sarah?

Are you up the stairs?

Yeah.

Turn left. Look along the wall.

There's a lot of wall.

Look for the bit with a ribbon on it.

On the left side, hip height, there's a keyhole.

Hi.

It's a nice room.

Thanks.

Why did you leave me at the party?

I didn't.

You're the one that went off with Damo.

I looked for you.

Well, I looked for you too.

You gonna come in?

What are these?

Bugs. I get them from the garden.

Do your parents lock you up a lot?

This is the first time.

I think.

You think?

What?

Have you ever been drunk?

Yes.

Did you remember stuff that never really happened?

What? Like hallucinating?

No.

But, I mean,

if you're pissed enough, then maybe?

Last night,

I thought I remembered things about the girl on the flyer that I showed you.

Mags.

The old guy that was looking for you, he said the name Mags too.

What old dude?

He was at the skate park. He was hassling Charlie and Damo.

He was asking questions about the party.

He said he was looking for Sarah. And then Mags.

Why would anyone be looking for me?

Why would anyone be looking for Mags? She's dead.

I don't know.

I need to see that flyer again.

I can get one for you.

But what is it gonna prove?

I just need to see her face.

But what do we offer up to our Creator?

It used to be sacrifices, mortification of the flesh.

Those things are out of fashion now.

Da's home. Go. Lock me in. Hurry. Meet me at the tree house tomorrow, okay?

Okay, okay.

Jen?

Jenna?

Jen?

You at home?

Hey.

Hi, Da.

Is your mother back?

Not yet.

What have you been doing since I left?

You know, just doing my English lesson.

Good girl.

I'll just be downstairs.

Okay.

I don't know. Maybe my name's Mags. I can't remember.

- Sarah. - Sarah.

I don't know. Maybe my name's Mags. I can't remem--

Dad, you have to run around--

Yeah.

My name is Mags, and my favorite song is… I like to sing. I like--

My name is Mags, and my favorite song is… I like to sing.

- Sarah. - Sarah.

I don't know. Maybe my name's Mags? I can't remember.

My favorite song is… I like to sing.

- My name is Mag-- My name is Mags… - I don't know… I don't know.

- Maybe it's Mags. - …my favorite song is… I like to sing.

- Maggie? - I like to sing.

Did you say Maggie? Maggie, is it you?

Yeah, I can't remember anything.

Maggie?

Yeah, I can't remember anything.

Maggie?

It's Dad. Maggie?

Maggie, talk to me, please.

Maggie?

Maggie, stay there, please.

Stay right there, okay? I'm coming for you. It's Dad, I'm coming.

It's all right. It's all right.

Oh, darling, it's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right. Oh, darling…

I just wanted to be…

I'm so sorry. I feel I let you down, sweetheart.

The little homemade prints that your dad made.

Do you remember?

You were too little.

Jenna?

Jen?

- Jenna. - And it all went wrong.

I want what's mine.

Well, you…

you've got everything that you need up at the house. It's all yours.

No, I want my grief. And I want my guilt.

Yeah.

Okay.

I love you, Jenna. I love you.

Can we talk about it

up at the house?

Have a… Have a nice cup of tea and talk about it?

Sarah.

- Yeah? - Where are you going?

Why?

You got your boots on. Where are you going?

To my tree house.

Your mother's unwell, and I have to look after her.

I'm gonna need you to clean the kitchen instead, please.

No, that's not fair.

What are you going to your tree house for?

Going to see your friend?

Are you going to see your friend?

Get inside, please.

Inside.

No, Da. You can't--

Sarah! Sarah, I got it.

Hey, hey, hey. Let me go!

- You were at my house yesterday. - What? I wasn't.

- Don't lie to me. - I'm not lying.

Don't lie to me!

Sarah's got a message for you.

She doesn't want you to come to this tree house anymore.

She's sick of your lies, and so am I, to be honest.

So you're not gonna come here again, okay?

Okay?

If you do,

you're gonna be in very deep water.

I don't know. Maybe it's Mags.

I don't know.

How am I supposed to know if it's her?

You just need to concentrate on the sound that you can hear, okay?

And what she says after that.

It's Dad. Maggie.

…Dad, I'm coming.

There's a lot of background noise,

she's not exactly speaking into the receiver.

Here's the best I can do.

Oh, darling, it's all right.

It's all right.

I still can't make out what she's saying.

There's nothing else I can do, man. It's just…

Stop, stop, stop.

Take it back ten seconds and turn it up.

All the way up. All the way up.

Again. Again.

Play it again.

Fuck…

Hello, mate.

Hey, Donnie. How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

Yeah, I'm not doing too well actually, mate.

I was just making sure you're going to this meeting this morning.

Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? - I was supposed to be chairing that.

I know, that's why I'm calling.

I'm not feeling great. So… I might give it a miss.

- Really? - Yeah.

Well, that's okay, mate. I can come to you, if that's all right?

Come to me?

Yeah.

Donnie, I'm not doing well, man.

I'm literally sitting across right from a bottle shop, okay?

Okay.

I'll meet you at the chur… the church hall.

Okay.

- Okay? - Thanks, mate. I appreciate it.

Of course.

- See you there. - Yeah.

Mags?

All right, thank you.

All right, guys, great work. Keep on coming.

Keep on coming. Keep on working it. Okay?

Thanks, guys.

- Hey. - Ian, hey.

We're just… We're just wrapping up.

Am I too late for a share?

Can it wait till next time?

No, I don't mind hanging around. Man wants to share, he ought to share.

That all right? Do you guys mind?

No one minds?

- It'll be quick. - All right. Ian's gonna have a share.

- Sorry, mate. I gotta go. - No, that's okay. That's all right.

Hey. You're all right.

Good day. Ian, alcoholic.

Hi, Ian.

So, yeah. The fellowship saved my life.

And I think that's because…

I can't lie to myself in front of all of you…

because you've all heard every lie that an alcoholic tells himself.

Yeah?

Absolutely. Yeah.

So, that's really why this works, isn't it?

It's…

the honesty.

Yeah, man.

I trust you all.

Mate, we got your back.

Yeah.

Thanks. Well, yeah. That's what I thought too. Until…

Until today…

when I found out that…

somebody that I depend on,

someone that I look up to…

has been lying to me.

And…

And I keep asking myself…

"Why would he do that?"

Why would someone that I love…

lie to me about something so important?

That's what I wanna know.

And that's what I'm gonna find out.