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BIRDSONG

OMINOUS AMBIENT MUSIC

MUSIC INTENSIFIES

SHE PANTS AND WHIMPERS

CAR SCREECHES, HORN BLARES

Ivy Moxam.

I'm Ivy Moxam. I was taken 13 years ago. I've just escaped.

Please help me.

# Kiss your face

# Turn your cheek

# Lay your head down

# Lay your head down

# Lay your head down

# Lay your head down. #

'Go ahead, 5191.'

Er, pick-up of white female, mate.

She's still claiming to be missing person Ivy Moxam.

Hello, Ivy.

I'm Alia.

I work for the Avon and Somerset Constabulary.

I'm going to be your Family Liaison Officer.

Does that sound OK?

I'll take it from here. Thanks.

Let's get you up.

Keep it open, please.

When the detectives arrive, they'll have to shut it, just for privacy.

But we're OK now.

Spot the difference.

People change, grow into their looks.

Yeah...you're a regular swan.

I'm going to ignore your sarcastic tone and label that as a compliment.

The last you'll get from me.

The year after Ivy was snatched,

two girls came forward claiming to be her and neither checked out.

To pretend to be her after this much time...

To be that cruel to her family...

I don't know, humans are shit, granted,

but are they THAT shit?

Thanks for asking for us, sir.

Nobody knows she's here?

- Let's keep it that way. - What is the precedent on this?

If it is Ivy Moxam, well...

There's no precedent to follow.

There's never been a case of an escaped captive in the UK.

Plenty enough bones, just nothing living or breathing.

DOOR OPENS

Don't worry, it's just to record what happens in here.

And these four cameras...

they do the same.

We call this an ABE interview.

My family, I want to see them.

Of course you do.

Of course you do, and we'll sort that.

Let's just get this out of the way first, OK?

I'm Detective Sergeant Lisa Merchant, warrant number 478,

attached to Bristol's Specialist Crime Department.

- I'm here with... - Detective Inspector Elliott Carne, warrant number 312.

We're here to interview a female

who alleges she's been a missing person for the last 13 years.

Can you please state your name?

"Alleges"?

We have to prove you are who you say you are, I'm afraid.

Can you please state your name?

Ivy Moxam.

Date of birth?

3rd February, 1990.

And what date were you abducted?

Ah, I'm rubbish with dates. Don't worry.

What about where you were held?

Where was it?

If you could verbalise it, that would be great.

I don't know. A house.

What kind of a house? How many rooms?

I only saw one.

And which one was that, Ivy?

The cellar.

And how were you kept down there?

Chained up.

Were you ever allowed out?

So, this time... How did you get out this time?

He didn't do the lock up.

"He" being...?

Leonard.

Your kidnapper? And his surname?

What did he look like?

What kind of a build did he have?

Let's take a short break there.

Give you a chance to get your thoughts together.

Does that sound good?

I am Ivy Moxam.

You believe me, don't you?

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Interview paused at 9.24am. - DEVICE BEEPS

The bastard Chronicle know. Tipped off by some...

Do we move her?

Whoever ratted on us only gave the basics - "Ivy Moxam alive".

The press will be headed straight to the Moxam home.

It's better they hear it from us.

There's just two guesthouses left with rooms,

so where are people going to sleep?

- Is just a niggle, darling. - "Come to our wedding.

"Bring your wet weather gear for the inevitable June rain

"and, oh, I hope you don't mind bunking up with another couple!"

- You've got liberal friends, haven't you? - Very funny, Mum(!)

- I may just have a solution. Which is?

I'll get my dad to ask around.

All we need is a couple of big gardens,

pitch a few tents and what do we have?

I guess, in some circles, it would be called a solution.

- Always with the perspective. - PHONE RINGS

I was hoping it was my rugged good looks

that lured you down the aisle but I'll take that.

Hello.

Speaking.

Yes.

KEYPAD TONE

- Mum, what is? - They said that there's a girl.

It could be Ivy.

PHONE VIBRATES

- THEY GROAN - Mood killer!

More than.

It's your wife.

Christina, now is not a good...

Yes.

Yes, yes. I'm coming.

The police have found someone.

Ivy. They think... They... They say...

Maybe.

It won't be her.

Angus, listen to me.

You have to go.

Whatever happens, I'm here. I promise.

SHE SOBS

It's OK. It's OK...

- SOBBING - It's OK.

It's OK.

We'll wait for the DNA, just to be on the safe side.

This is my daughter.

Of course, Mrs Moxam.

All we want is to find her kidnapper as soon as possible.

We have to ask your daughter more questions, I'm afraid.

Right now?

Yeah. I'm afraid so.

Then I'm staying with her.

It's OK.

I can do it.

I can.

Mum...

SHE CRIES AND LAUGHS

- The next stage is then... - Do you know what happened?

The next stage is...? Yes?

When this part of the interview is done with,

Ivy will see a female doctor for tests.

- What kind of tests? - Could you just let the girl speak?!

Sorry.

Details of the force's wider support team,

for you, as a family.

Psychiatrists, psychotherapists.

No need, thank you.

Besides the shock...

This shock you're in right now,

they're there to help with Ivy's readjustment.

Maintain a routine as clockwork.

Any sudden changes could set the vic...

Could set Ivy back. I know.

I've read and reread in case.

So, I know.

Could we have a minute, please?

DOOR CLOSES

You need to come home, Angus.

Everything has to be exactly as it was for Ivy.

Us, we're her parents.

We can't take that away from her.

So, your 999 call.

- How long from escaping the house to making it? - I don't know.

Two minutes fair? Five?

OK, good. Good. We'll say five.

Which is good, because that narrows it down.

And not all this is residential, see?

So, we're much closer. You're doing great.

Now, what was the house like? Was it on its own?

Part of a terrace? Terrace? Good. OK.

Any distinguishing marks?

The door was red.

Was there anything else about the front of the house?

- Was there a gate? - Green.

Is that the one, Ivy?

Just give me a nod if it is.

- Request firearms. Location found. - RADIO STATIC

GLASS SHATTERS

SHOUTING

HE SNIFFS

Bastard's bleached the place.

HE EXHALES

Used his advantage, didn't he?

There's nothing left.

So, he comes back, sees Ivy's gone,

loses his shit then runs.

He's got three hours on us.

- RADIO STATIC - No sighting of kidnapper at address.