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Ed?

Ed?

Chloe?

It's happening again.

That's about twenty feet.

Are you still getting this?

It's, uh, It's open.

Okay.

What have we got to do now?

Start with your name.

My name's Ed Dickens.

Currently staying at 7.

And what is it you're about to do?

I'm about to break into number 9.

We've got to do this, we've got no choice.

We've got to find out what the fuck is going on.

- You gonna be okay? - Yeah, I'll be fine.

- You uploaded the other videos yet? - Shit, no. I'll do that now. - Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

- So am I the topic of the documentary then? - No.

- What happened to the camera anyway? - It got stolen.

Alright, okay.

- Shall I? - Shall I, uh, we'll go film yeah? - Do it, yeah, yeah.

It's not. You've got it on.

How's it look?

Yeah, no, no, just keep blowing the smoke into the lens and fucking up the focus.

- Better for you? - That looks so much better.

You should quit, you know that, right?

- I want this film to be about Amelia.

Who Amelia was. What she meant to her family. To my family.

And what her disappearing left behind.

I think it's weird that no-one has spoken about it for so long.

No one knows what happened to her and no one seems to care.

Maybe there's a reason for that?

Well, maybe there is and I want to find out. That's what this film will be about.

Kind of the not-knowing.

- What do you want to do now? - Shit!

What are doing?

Oh! Oh my fucking God.

Oh God, okay, okay.

- Hi Mrs. Webber - Ed!

- How long's it been? - Oh you know, just a couple of months. Three months I think.

Three months? That long?

- You two want something to eat? - Yeah.

- Mom, we're filming. Alright. What are you filming?

- Something for our final project. - Okay.

- You want something? - I would love something, Mrs Webber. - Alright, alright.

- Have you done something to your hair? It looks great. - Stop it.

Phoah!

Don't start.

You are so disgusting.

Me and her tonight it's on.

- No, she's my mom. - Get some R. Kelly. I won't piss on her though.

The way you threw that cigarette.

- It was like a professional javelin thrower. It was ridiculous.

Oh come on.

- Why don't you tell her? I don't understand. - Because it's none of your business, that's why.

- None of my business? - Yeah.

- Did you get that all on camera? - Of course I got it all on camera.

- But seriously, did you get it all on camera? - Oh yeah.

I mean you've got to be careful Webber.

You never know whose watching when you're up to no good.

Dun dun duh!

I've got pictures of her here... playing in this room.

And I've got pictures of her as well opening her christmas presents under the tree in the corner.

This is the last picture taken of her.

It was used in the press.

Shall we got outside and do the intro?

July 14th 1984.

A small street in the village of Cold Christmas...

Oh ff-

I don't think this is working.

Right.

I'm just going to walk up here. I want you to follow me.

July 14th 1984.

A small street in the village of Cold Christmas.

Amelia Wells says "Good evening" to her parents, steps out onto the street

and is never seen again.

Her little sister, grew up to be my mother.

My name is Chloe Webber and Amelia Wells was my aunt.

- Right, be careful of the bed. - Of what?

- Of the bed! - Oh alright.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Wow.

Mate, you were right, this is like a time capsule. This is so weird.

Oh wait really? You literally left that open. Are you still doing the WEBcasting?

Yeah of course I am. I've got 300 followers now.

- 300? Wow! That's great! - Shut up!

- Don't you watch them? - What? No.

I mean, maybe one.

It's pretty cool huh?

It's pretty creepy as well.

When I was little, this room was off limits.

I'd sneak in here and my mom would scream at me if I got caught.

And how does she feel about it now? Now that you're sleeping in here?

Anytime I'm not around she comes in here and tidies up.

It's like she wants sit to be as unlived in as possible.

She drew, she wrote, she's all these things and then one day, she just isn't here anymore.

How does anyone move on with a room like this in their house?

I think they just expected her to come back.

I think they still do.

Granddad, this is my friend Ed.

We go to college together. Isn't that right Ed?

Do we?

- Talk to him! - What do you, um--

Hey Joe, oh, what you looking at outside, mate?

It's his favorite spot.

If we move him anywhere else he gets really really grumpy.

Is that so?

It's fine he does it all the time.

- Are you having a giggle! Look at that mattress! It's so fruity it hurts. - It's fine, Look!

It's absolutely fine, I've slept on it hundreds of times.

Used to have a TV in here somewhere, but I don't know where Granddad put it.

Oh what is that?

Ah!

- That's a pretty cool box. - Yeah my granddad made it. It's really old.

Your granddad made the box?

Yeah he did.

I'm just impressed that Joe made that.

Why are you not more impressed by this?

What? Did he make that as well?

Go on..

Oh!

That's Amelia with my mom. They look really happy.

That's my Granddad.

That's Joe?

That's my Gran, Sophia. She died a couple of years after Amelia disappeared.

Half the family gone in just two years.

That's awful. Poor Joe.

Are you sure this party for him is a good idea?

No, not really. But try telling that to my mom.

What are you doing?

Birthday messages.

You going round to everybody?

Happy Birthday Dad! That's me done yeah?

Two lovely ladies.

I was just wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions about Amelia.

Oh that's a long time ago. Yes, I do remember Amelia, yes she was really really sweet.

Yes, I knew her, Yes.

What was she like?

She was a bit shy. Yes.

So Peter, tell me about your love of gnomes?

My love of gnomes? They're glorious little chaps. I've got a collection of them in the garden.

One sits there all day with his little fishing pole. I've never seen him catch anything though.

Always very helpful with neighbors and stuff like that.

We just used to be party animals, y'know.

There used to be lots of guys around her, cause she really was quite a stunning looking girl.

What did she look like?

Little bit plumpish, freckles.

Short, vivacious.

I seem to remember she had very beautiful blonde hair.

Tall, long dark hair. Bit wavy.

And I tried to be friends with her, but she wouldn't have it.

Maybe I've got that effect on people.

I just wanted to ask you a few questions about Amelia.

Sure.

Um, what was she like?

She was a bit strange because she always had a mac on.

And she had to hold the mac. She would be lovely underneath, but she would never take her mac off.

She had this kind of weird "French" persona about her.

French?

Yeah. I actually heard heard talking French on the phone once. It was a pay phone where we were.

I don't speak a word of French so actually I couldn't tell you if it really was French?

But she said it was French.

What happened to her?

She went missing from the street thirty years ago.

The street? Which street?

And I think she went to America, because I know somebody told me that.

Has she been reported missing?

Yes. Thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago and they've done nothing about it?

Well, I think they tried to find her.

Hello Dr Colby, how are you?

Just wanted to ask you a couple of questions about Amelia if that's okay?

My father took me to one side one day and said "You do know, she's a prostitute--"

- Did you think she was a prostitute or was that just something that your dad said? - Well--

I don't want you to be doing things like this now, of all times.

We're not here for you to try and be the spotlight because you want--

No! That wasn't that at all.

Is this thing on? Switch it off now.

- What you doing? - Who's this?

News of the world.

News of the who?

Lorraine.

No, no, no, no. Ed, don't.

Lorraine?

Kimberley's sister?

Jessica Holloway, told me. She lives at number 16.

She told me she was wearing a red dress the night she went missing.

I heard she was odd.

I get the feeling it's a story a lot of people round here would rather not talk about much.

Oh, here comes Mother Teresa.

Hi!

Who's that?

That's our neighbour, Holda.

Darling, how lovely to see you.

Is that your boyfriend?

Um, no. Um--

He's very cute.