The Disappeared Page #3

I think... when I heard about

Sophie and saw that drawing.

I can't believe you, man.

Don't just f***ing stand there

looking at me, you psycho.

F*** off! Go! Get out!

Get out!

Tom, he's trying to warn us.

(cries)

(door slams)

Hello?

(driving drum rhythms)

(ominous singing)

Watch out.

You watch out.

Matt, what's wrong?

F*** off.

What?

The f***ing 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 f***ing funny.

I thought you were different.

I thought you understood,

but you're just like everybody else.

I didn't know (cries).

Wait.

Wait.

But it was so real.

But then not there.

I'm sorry, Amy, you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So what do you think

she was trying to tell you?

That Tom was trying

to tell me something.

But she's not f***ing there.

You know, so...

If you think 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?

I know you're a good man, the family,

they're all looking forward

to seeing you again, so...

Just try and enjoy it, okay?

(doorbell rings)

Your dad's been coming around

whilst you been away.

He keeps blaming himself.

It's no one's fault,

but he really feels guilty.

Maybe he should.

He was at work, too.

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.

(ominous music)

(knocking)

Come in.

No, no. 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 til six.

What is this?

Fine.

Just, well, look. Come in,

and bring your father.

Will you?

Fine.

Good, thanks, yeah. Okay.

Bye.

Right.

How are things with you?

(scratching)

(knocking)

Hello.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, is it all right...

Could I come in?

Yeah?

I um... I've got this...

I was in Dr. Cull's office.

I saw this, which I've seen before.

What do you know about this?

(mumbles)

[Matthew] What?

Save them.

What is? This is?

It's happening to you, too.

What are you doing in here?

Do you know Edward?

(mumbles) Before it pulls you under.

No, yeah, no.

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. I started, um...

Started asking him stuff, it was stupid.

What happened to him?

[Nurse] He's been in here for years.

He was with a classmate went missing.

[Matthew] Why'd he kill him?

[Nurse] A lot of people

thought he did, but...

They never found a body, so....

This is you.

Just follow this corridor

right to the exit.

Okay?

(ominous music)

(distant screams)

(groans)

(distant arguing)

[Voiceover]

Where's your mommy now, boy?

Where's your f***ing mommy now, huh?

(cries)

Come on, you little f***ing p*ssy.

F*** with us?

Get out of my f***ing face.

Get the f*** out my face.

You don't know who you're

f***ing with, boy.

Little p*ssy, yo. You little p*ssy, yo.

(glass shattering)

Hey, take that way.

Come with me.

Wait.

(panting)

Hey!

He's around here somewhere.

(whistles)

Really? Look who it is.

You boys, back off, now.

Matthew, come here.

Wrong time, boys.

I'm sorry I couldn't put

any brandy in this.

You okay?

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.

Why you out so late?

Won't your dad be worried about you?

They've 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?

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 I 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.

(distant screams)

You believe 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 chimes)

F***. Sorry, sorry.

I should be going.

Thank you for the tea.

All right.

Take care of yourself,

Matthew, all right?

Always (groans).

You have.

He would have.

Matt.

(muttering and crying out)

Shush now, come on.

Matthew, you're having a bad dream.

Matt.

(child crying)

Matt.

(screams)

Matt.

Get off me.

Get off me, get off me.

Get the f*** off me.

(thud)

(thud)

(distant child laughing)

(dripping)

(wheels rolling)

(ominous music)

(door slams)

(sighs)

Why do you have Tom's watch?

Police gave it to me,

when they'd finished with it.

They found it in the playground.

You'd already gone into the hospital,

and I didn't think

you should know about it.

I still don't think you're able to...

You're lying.

What?

You left your party early that night.

So where were you?

For Christ's sake, Matthew.

I left with a girl from work.

The real question is,

where the f*** 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.

[Amy] 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.

Pretend one of them is mine,

and I can just sail away.

Which one do you like?

What you doing?

Come on, there you go. Get in.

Don't be stupid.

Come on.

(laughing)

He had a good job,

and we lived in a nice house,

in a nice neighborhood.

I used to play piano.

He got redundant.

And he started to drink.

And...

Everything changed.

We ended up here.

(slow, sad music)

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 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.

Dad, I didn't mean what I said,

but I'm sorry about everything.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

I'm sorry, son.

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