♪ I got one more in me, I got one more in me ♪
♪ I get your messages and I erase them promptly ♪
♪ Are you not feeling me? ♪
♪ It's pure agony ♪
♪ My baby ♪
♪ My little baby ♪
♪ Oh, what I might have achieved ♪
♪ What I might have achieved ♪
♪ If I wasn't trying to please, if I wasn't trying to please ♪
♪ What I might have achieved... ♪
-(song plays through headphones) -Sophie, for the tenth time,
we are leaving!
All right, I'm coming! I'm coming!
♪ All of it up to me ♪
♪ Now there's nobody left to be ♪
♪ Keeping me clean ♪
♪ I've been behaving ♪
♪ And, love, you took it back... ♪
-Sophie! -We're going to miss the ferry.
TOM: Tell her we're leaving without her.
That's a strategy that could backfire.
(clattering nearby)
What?
TOM: What the hell have you got in there?
Going for a month, aren't we?
To Morocco in a camper van.
It was not my idea not to fly.
It doesn't matter. We'll get it in.
TOM: You always let her win.
So you really-- you need all of this, yeah?
It's just the basics.
RACHEL: Tom, pack it in and let's go.
Unbelievable.
RACHEL: Shit.
We have to stop for petrol.
TOM: I told you we should've left earlier.
RACHEL: If you had packed the van earlier,
like you said you were going to...
♪ Kept after class for answering back ♪
♪ You apologized, any harm in that? ♪
♪ I wanna turn those blue lights ♪
♪ What have you done? ♪
-♪ Into strobe lights ♪ -There's no need to run ♪
-♪ Not blue flashing lights ♪ -If you've done nothing wrong. ♪
-(door clanks open) -(footsteps approaching)
WOMAN: She hasn't moved since we brought her in, sir.
MAN: Has anyone talked to her yet?
WOMAN: Paris wanted you to be first contact.
MAN: Okay, wash her up and bring her in.
Undress, please.
Follow me.
(water dripping)
(gasping softly)
♪ ♪
(door closes, locks)
CARL: Plug the CCTV through to Paris Station.
Extension 247.
You should have visual now.
MARISSA: Yeah, it's up.
You've been in the forest a long time.
Did you ever meet anyone, aside from your father?
Any friends?
Anyone at all?
How about a boy named Arvo?
(over speaker): You remember him, right?
(over speaker): Did he show you something?
Yes.
The stars.
SANCHEZ (over speaker): Okay. That's good.
Is there anything else you can tell me?
I want to speak to Marissa Wiegler.
CARL (over speaker): Did you hear that?
(lively chatter)
("Come" by Jain playing)
No, no, that, that in the water.
♪ Black burn, I feel so alone without you, boy... ♪
Oh, Dad! (laughs)
-(camels grunting) -♪ Now I'm here ♪
♪ I'm hanging out in the street ♪
♪ Thinking about reactions over actions ♪
♪ Walking on the sky of my dreams ♪
♪ Come, come, my baby, come ♪
♪ I will show you the world ♪
♪ Come, come, my baby, come... ♪
I've got to go. Sorry.
Can I at least get you on Facebook?
Oh, I'm not on Facebook. I don't believe in it.
Sorry. It was fun, though.
(Tom sighs)
RACHEL: Sophie, where have you been?
I needed to pee. Where are we going?
-TOM: Jay. -(knocks on window)
Close the fridge door, pal.
-Everything will go off. -But it's too hot.
(fridge door closes)
Have you ever heard of air con, Dad?
(sighs)
Why can't we just stay at the beach?
RACHEL: Because we've had plenty of beach.
This country's more than just seaside.
We're gonna go see the real thing.
(mockingly): "We're gonna go see the real thing."
-(chuckles) -RACHEL: Oh, nice.
Thanks for the support.
Oh, Jesus, come on. (sighs)
Help me out, guys, please.
("Come" playing faintly through ear buds)
(keypad beeping)
(door unlocks, opens)
WOMAN: My name is Marissa Wiegler.
You wanted to speak to me?
Let's talk about your father.
(over speaker): Let's talk about Erik.
Ask her if she knows
(over earpiece): Heller worked for me.
WOMAN: Your father worked for me.
In Berlin. 2001.
Did you know that?
(phone rings)
Meisner.
DOCTOR: Sir, we need to talk to you.
-We've run tests on the girl. -What tests?
CARL: Standard DNA and meds.
I didn't authorize that.
It's Agency procedure for all detainees.
DOCTOR: Results are remarkable, sir.
All right.
Just send the results to me, please.
WOMAN (over speaker): Do you know why he kept you
in the forest all that time?
Do you know what happened to your mother?
Did he tell you where he was going?
We are all worried about him.
You see, Hanna, he killed your mother.
That's why he hid with you in the forest.
MAN (over speaker): Sir, look.
You're safe now.
SANCHEZ: Want me to give her something?
(whispers): That might be a good idea.
She's faking. Richards, get out of there.
Abort.
I repeat, abort.
(sharp slice)
(grunting)
(alarm blaring)
-(gunshot) -(glass shatters)
GUARD: Cover the machine room! That way!
(alarm continues blaring)
GUARD: She's armed and extremely dangerous.
Take precaution.
(scanner beeps)
(alarm continues blaring)
(panting)
-SOPHIE: I'm not meant for the desert. -(Tom sighs)
I'm sweating out of my ass crack.
Or-or I've wet myself. I don't...
-I thought we got new ones. -It's not a problem.
I can fix this in 20 minutes.
RACHEL: In 20 minutes, we're gonna die of dehydration.
-JAY: Or terrorists. -RACHEL: Jay, take that back.
-Take that back now! -JAY: Sorry.
RACHEL: This country has a history of incredible culture.
And for you to reduce that to a stereotype...
TOM: Rach, give him a break.
-RACHEL: He needs to know... -(all shouting at once)
SOPHIE: I don't even know why we came!
It's been the worst trip of my life.
-TOM: Sophie. -RACHEL: Sophie.
-SOPHIE: What?! -RACHEL: Where are you going?
SOPHIE: I'm going home!
SOLDIER (over radio): We're 20 klicks southwest
on two-niner-five-five; still no eyeballs.
(over radio): Heading north at two-niner-R-N-N-3-5-8-4-6-6.
No sign, sir.
(helicopter approaching)
SOPHIE (shouting): Mum! Dad!
Help me!
(groans)
(groaning)
SOPHIE: Shit.
Fuck's sake!
Stupid cunt.
(footsteps approaching)
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hi. Um, uh, do you speak any English? Anything?
¿Inglés?
Hi-- No, no, no.
Don't leave. Please. Um...
I'm lost. (panting)
-Um... -Why are you here?
I was on holiday with my stupid parents,
and, um, I went for a walk.
Now I don't know where I am.
Uh, where are we going?
Oh! (sighs)
(groans)
Thanks.
(Sophie sighs)
Are you thirsty?
Yes.
Thanks.
-Don't take it all. -Uh-uh.
Mm.
So, um, why are you here?
I like your pants.
Nice camo.
Fuck it.
(imitates engine running)
(imitates car brakes squealing, explosion)
(door opens)
(sighs)
OLIVIER: We're in here.
MARISSA: Hello.
Hi.
I'm trying to get him to speak English.
No, no, no. He should learn. Come on.
Benoit, say hello to Marissa.
It doesn't matter. He'll come around.
How was your day?
Nothing special.
Sure.
I'll freshen up.
Do you want me to cook?
MARISSA: That would be great!
Chardonnay is good?
I bought some fish from the market.
Perfect!
(insects trilling)
(panting)
She walks... so fast.
(Sophie sighs)
(Sophie groans)
Wait.
Wh-Why are we running?
Why are we running?!
(Sophie sighs)
Oh. (chuckles)
What are we doing?
-Shh. -Sorry.
Can you hear it?
(insects trilling)
No.
(approaching engine revving)
SOPHIE: Dad?! Daddy?!
(gravel crunches loudly under tires)
Sophie, get in the van!
-RACHEL: Thank God. -(Sophie groans)
-TOM: Who's that? -I don't know.
(panting) But she just saved my life.
(Sophie panting)
♪ I would say I'm sorry ♪
♪ If I thought that it would change your mind ♪
♪ But I know that this time ♪
♪ I have said too much, been too unkind... ♪
So you're on your own here?
My father had to stay in Holland.
There was a problem at work.
♪ Hiding the tears in my eyes... ♪
Do you often travel alone?
I'm encouraged to be independent.
You hear that, Dad?
♪ Boys don't cry... ♪
What does your father do?
He's an accountant in Amsterdam.
TOM: He shouldn't let you come here on your own.
It's not safe.
I can look after myself.
What about your mother?
I mean, does she mind?
My mother is dead.
-Oh. -Mom.
♪ I tried to laugh about it... ♪
I'm so sorry.
♪ 'Cause boys don't cry ♪
♪ Boys don't cry... ♪
(siren blaring)
(instrumental pop intro plays)
(woman sings pop song in French)
JACOBS: Well, that was a call I didn't expect.
Welcome to the last place in Europe you can smoke.
Hmm.
Coffee?
Gave it up.
Well, haven't you become the purest of the pure?
I hear you run a private operation now.
Mm.
Yeah, I run several. Why?
Erik Heller's alive.
♪ Round and round in circle, waiting for a miracle... ♪
And that's not all.
Oh, you...
I was interrogating her in a Moroccan rendition center,
and she escaped.
Ah.
I can't use official channels for this.
So you're using me.
♪ Ring-a-ring o' roses, pocket full of posies ♪
♪ We all fall down... ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(whistling, siren wails)
-(horn honking) -RACHEL: Hanna,
are you sure you're gonna be okay from here?
Yes. Thank you.
Bye, then.
Bye.
(chickens clucking, horns honking)
(indistinct chatter)
(man and woman singing)
(dog barking)
I mean, what were you thinking?
We... You could have died out there.
Sophie, answer me.
I want to go home.
But we're only halfway through.
SOPHIE: I don't care.
No one's getting along.
It's true, isn't it?
It's too hot.
And-and Jay's bored, and you two are fighting all the time.
This trip was meant to be a way for us all to reconnect.
No. You can't solve a marriage by just running away
to some African country, Mum.
Jay?
Do you want to go home?
Fine. Okay. Let's just all go home.
(Sophie exhales)
(birds squawking, horn blows)
TOM: Farewell, Morocco.
(video game chiming)
(indistinct chatter)
RACHEL: So...
I'm sorry, darling.
Listen, next year,
you can go on your own to some fleapit,
spend your time going to discos, trying to kiss boys.
I don't want to do that.
I just wanted us to do something exciting together.
That's all.
Um, I-I'll be back in a second.
Mm.
Hey. Why'd you run off?
-You okay? -Yes, thanks.
Okay, you have to tell me what's going on.
Have you been human trafficked?
Oh?
Did you run away from home?
Was it a boy?
-Maybe. -My God. (laughs)
I knew it. Um, that's really cool.
I won't tell anyone.
It'll be our secret.
Those?
-Do you like these ones? -Yeah.
You look really good.
These are my favorites.
And, uh,
look how many Snickers bars.
It's duty-free.
I don't... you still have to pay for those.
But we can, but we can buy one.
("Date with the Night" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing)
Yes.
♪ Putting out my finger ♪
♪ Gonna catch the kids dry ♪
♪ Gonna walk on water... ♪
(both laugh)
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot.
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots.
Shots, shots, shots.
(laughing): I'm gonna fart.
You're going to fart? Fart.
You're so pretty.
Am I?
And you just need different clothes.
Show off your figure a bit better.
My figure. What is my figure?
You-Your-your body.
-My body? -Mm.
Nothing? Are you sure?
No. Calm down, please.
-Try her again. -I tried her a hundred times.
She never answers. For fuck's sake.
Hey. Look who I found.
Where the hell have you been?
She needs a lift to get home to Amsterdam.
I just said we could give her one.
No, Sophie. I'm sorry, but that's not appropriate.
SOPHIE: Why not?
How old are you, Hanna?
Do you have permission to be traveling alone?
Maybe we should take you to the police.
Maybe they can help you.
Oh, my God, Dad, don't be such a loser.
-Sophie, you do not talk to me like that, all right? -Tom.
-You do not talk to me like that. -Tom.
SOPHIE: Oh, God. Sorry.
-What? -Just...
-I just... -TOM: Listen, listen.
It's obvious she's run away,
so we should just tell the authorities.
RACHEL: What, and-and just, and just leave her
with a bunch of Spanish customs officers?
We do not know what is going on.
-RACHEL: Come on. Give her a break. -Really sorry about that.
She's young.
And didn't you make mistakes like that when you were her age?
We'll give you a lift to France, okay?
Thanks, Dad.
You answer your phone. You keep your phone on.
You answer it.
SOPHIE: Told you it'd be fine.
Come on.
JAY: She's wearing your top.
Yeah, and she looks really good.
I'm showing my figure.
How?
(Sophie chuckles)
The driver's name is Tom Qhatri.
Where's he from?
-United Kingdom. -Mm-hmm.
Three of the other passengers are his family,
but I don't know who the girl is.
Go closer.
Ah, she's on her way to Daddy.
JAY: Hold it like a steering wheel.
Like you're driving a car.
How do I go faster?
Tilt forward. Ah. Back to slow down.
And tap the screen for turbo, that's superdrive.
Mommy.
-Mom. -Hmm?
Can we please stay at a hotel for just one night?
Just one.
-Just-- no. -Why?
-Because. -Why?
So, Hanna, how long you lived in Amsterdam?
All my life.
First all of us. Now just me and my father
and my dog Bruno.
You have a dog. That's nice.
Isn't it? Dogs.
He shits on the carpet.
(Rachel laughs)
It's not that funny, Mom.
I mean, wasn't it?
I go to the Klaus Kohle Gymnasium in Amsterdam.
It's a very good school. It's on the canal.
So what year are you going into?
SOPHIE: School sucks.
Yes, it does.
Do you get on well with your dad?
Can you just stop asking stupid questions and leave her alone?
Oh, Sophie.
-Everybody, chill. -Please.
Did you beat my highest score?
Oh, my... oh.
♪ My ♪
♪ Sittin' all alone ♪
♪ Mouth full of gum ♪
♪ In the driveway ♪
♪ My friends aren't far ♪
♪ In the back of my car ♪
♪ Lay their bodies ♪
♪ Where's my mind? ♪
♪ They'll be here pretty soon ♪
♪ Lookin' through my room... ♪
How much is that?
♪ Bitin' my nails ♪
♪ I'm too young to go to jail ♪
♪ It's kinda funny ♪
TOM: Three.
♪ Where's my mind? ♪
(bell clanging)
♪ ♪
(knock on door)
(speaking German)
Hi, Sara.
I'm here about your son.
I think Erik might be coming to Germany.
Has he been in touch?
No.
I thought he was dead.
You know how dangerous he is.
You know what he did to Johanna.
He hasn't called.
I promise.
Okay.
If he gets in touch with you, you call this number.
Is that clear?
♪ ♪
(water splashes)
(pop music playing)
JAY: We have 861 miles to go to get home.
Don't you think she's so sexy?
Oh, she's so thin.
Why is she bending over?
Why do you think?
(chuckles)
I'm gonna make you look like her.
Come on. Up.
What are you doing?
-Up, up, up. -Aah!
Don't know why I'm doing this.
You're gonna steal all the best guys off me.
What guys?
You will see.
JAY: You're going out, aren't you?
Turn off that TV and go to sleep.
I'll tell Mum.
If you tell Mum, I'll kill you.
Go away.
God, he's so annoying.
Stupid face.
♪ Beat it down, beat it down ♪
♪ Beat it down ♪
♪ Ba-da-da-da beat it down ♪
♪ You lost yourself tonight ♪
♪ Beat it down ♪
♪ Ba-da-da-da beat it down ♪
♪ Beat it down, beat it down, hey... ♪
SOPHIE: Hanna, hey! Over here!
What is it?
It's, um, vodka something.
I shouldn't.
Why not?
Alcohol slows the reactions.
It... who told you that?
My father.
Are you always gonna do what your daddy says?
Come on. Drink.
♪ Watching all the tapes turn and rewind... ♪
Come on, let's dance.
("Glue" by Bicep playing)
♪ ♪
(engine stops)
(thuds)
(man speaking Spanish on TV)
(Spanish conversation continues on TV)
I feel strange. Everything is tingling.
That means it's working.
Why is that boy looking at me?
Uh, why do you think?
All right, they're coming over.
You just play it cool, okay?
-Hi. -Hi.
You dance well. What is your name?
Hanna.
Have you been here before?
Yeah. We come here all the time.
-Don't we? -Yeah, we're always coming here.
♪ ♪
(woman singing in Spanish)
Open your mouth.
(grunting)
Sorry.
H-Hanna, no, n-n-no. Off, off.
We have to go now. Right now.
I want to stay.
(chuckling): Well, you don't know him.
Come on.
FELICIANO: Can I see you again?
SOPHIE: I thought you were gonna eat him alive.
Don't fall in love with him, 'cause we're leaving tomorrow.
I'm gonna add you on Snapchat,
so we can chat when you're back in Amsterdam.
You're on Snapchat, aren't you?
What is Snapchat?
(stammers, laughs)
What planet are you on?
All right, I'll just have to visit you in Holland, won't I?
Uh, unless you don't want me to.
And then...
I don't live in Amsterdam.
What do you mean? Are you-- wh-where do you live?
I don't know.
I'm going to Berlin. I have to meet my father there.
What, why?
My father has been protecting me
from people who were trying to hurt me.
What-- who's trying to hurt you?
He didn't say.
What is it?
It's about me.
What does it mean?
So...
DNA is... what we're made of-- no.
It's actually, it's who we are.
Why does it say "abnormal"?
Where did you get it?
I want you to keep this.
To remember me.
(birds cawing)
Jesus.
You're sure it was him?
He must have swam across from Poland.
♪ Do not sleep, my starling ♪
♪ Sleep, my doe ♪
♪ She is wrapped ♪
♪ In curtains ♪
♪ Laid in snow... ♪
RACHEL: How was last night?
I was young once, too, you know.
Were you like Sophie?
I was actually more like you.
What am I like?
You're more of a loner, I guess.
Not so much of a party girl.
Now look at me.
How long till you drop me off?
Not long now.
We'll take you to the station.
You can get a train to Amsterdam.
Don't you want to go home?
MARISSA: Do you have her?
JACOBS (over phone): I will do.
Any minute now.
I'm waiting for her to leave the family.
Take her now. Bring her to me.
Have a safe trip.
Take care of yourself.
Listen, take this with you.
I'm gonna walk you to the platform, okay?
JAY: Bye, Hanna.
Thank you.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
What is it?
I don't want to leave.
You don't have to. You could stay with us.
I can't.
Okay.
This is my address.
Um, you can come whenever you want.
Okay?
(cries softly)
(sniffling)
What? What's wrong?
Sophie, you need to get away from me.
-Why? -Now.
Just go back to your family now.
Hanna, wait!
Hanna! Hanna.
I don't want you here. Get away from me.
Hanna, we have your father. You should come with us.
-Who is he? -He wants to see you. Everything's okay.
-(thudding) -(Jacob shouts)
(Hanna grunting)
(gun clicks)
(grunting)
(Hanna yells)
No! Hanna, no!
MAN: Ma'am?
(grunting)
(gun cocks)
(people screaming)
No, no! No, Hanna, no! Stop!
(sighs)
(panting)
♪ Before loneliness will break my heart ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ How can I make you understand ♪
♪ I want to be your woman ♪
♪ Here ♪
♪ Here, I'm waiting for a little sign ♪
♪ Waiting till the end of time ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ Send me a postcard now ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ Send me a postcard now ♪
♪ I can't taste a lonely night ♪
♪ I need someone I can turn to ♪
♪ Look out for the day I get a little sign ♪
♪ I want to know your own mind ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ Now please don't let me down ♪
♪ Ain't no lover like me in town ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ Send me a postcard now ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ Send me a postcard now ♪
♪ Send me a postcard, darling ♪
♪ Send me a postcard now. ♪