The Disappeared

Synopsis: Matthew Ryan's life is devastated after the disappearance of his younger brother, Tom. Matthew's father had left him to look after Tom and now Matthew feels responsible. His father is trying to hold back the anger and the blame but the cracks are beginning to show. One day Matthew is looking through a box of press clippings and video tapes about Tom's disappearance. Suddenly he hears a ghostly voice on one of the video tapes telling him "you never came for me!". It's the voice of his missing brother. He shows the tape to his father, Jake. This time there's no voice and Jake flies into a rage as the wound is reopened. Matthew tells his best friend Simon about the voices on the tape. Is he losing his mind, is Tom alive or dead? At home, Matthew plays the tape and hears Tom's voice again, desperately pleading for help. Then Matthew sees Tom at the window, gaunt and haggard. He rushes out to Tom but no one is there. Matthew strikes up a friendship with next-door neighbor Amy, who is beauti
Director(s): Johnny Kevorkian
Production: Jinga Films
Rotten Tomatoes:
96 min

(slow, ominous music)

(door slams)

[Jake] Are you sure it's

time for him to leave?


Like I said, I understand your concern.

He has been through a lot.

We've done what we can for him here.

He now needs to get home

and get on with the rest of his life,

but make sure he keeps up

his outpatient appointments

and there'll be regular visits

from the social worker.

Just keep an eye on him.

He'll be fine.


Let's hope you're right.

(door clicking open)

So what do you fancy

for your tea tonight?

I'll pick it up on the way home.

Don't know.

Well, I'll make it special then.

Fish chips and mushy peas it is.


Here are your keys, son.

(heavy beat rap)

(party chatter)

Yeah, I've got a... I've got a light.

I've got a birthday light.

(party chatter)

I'm bored.

Yes, Tommy, come here brother.

Tommy, yes, yes, yes.

Look, look, you've got to stay

here in Dad's bedroom, yeah?


You've got your chocolate

and your crisps, eh?

You've got your stuff.

Don't mention that to Ricky

about the munchies.

But you can't stay in your bedroom,

because then daddy will never

let us have a party again.

Fine. I'm going to the playground.

I'll pick you up later.

You know what I mean?

I'll pick you up later.

(slow music)

The missing boy.

This is the playground

from which young Tom Ryan

went missing nearly two weeks ago.

So if anybody remembers

anything at all from that night,

no matter how small,

please call the number on your screen.

Police are...

Whoever you are, just please...

I just want Tom back.

Please don't hurt him.

We just want him back home.

Safe... and...

We really need him.

Please don't hurt him,

and let us know that he's safe.




The disappearances of children in...

(ominous music)

The police still haven't

found a single clue,

so the nightmare continues

for his father, Jake,

and his brother, Matthew.






For his father, Jake,

and his brother, Matthew.




(silverware jingles)

Thanks, son.

Dad, I was...

I was listening

to those tapes of Tom's...

I heard something.

Let me show you.


Please don't hurt him.

We just want him back home.


And we really need him.

Please don't hurt him,

and let us know that he's safe.

The police still haven't

found a single clue.

(report continues under

louder ominous music)

(glass shattering)

Police are refusing

to comment on similarities

between this case

and other disappearances


of children in the area.

Hi, I was just passing by.

I had a home visit in the block.

How is everything?

What happened to your hand?

Uh, no, just an accident.

Everything all right with you, Matthew?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Well, welcome back.

If you need to talk, just drop by.

Good night, Mr. Ballan.

(heavy breathing)

Of course, I understand it, doctor.

He's my son.

I just don't think I can handle it

if he tips over again.

Remember what happened the last time.

All right, okay,

we'll just wait and see then.

It's always the easiest bloody thing.

(phone slams)

(trash rustling)

(slow music)

(crow squawks)

For f***'s sake.

Please don't hurt him.

We just want him back home.


And we really need him.

Please don't hurt him.

(thuds and distant cries)


You must've moved in when I was away.


I'm Matt, by the way.

Hi, I'm Amy.

Hi, Amy.


are you all right?

These... the walls, man, they're thin.

I wasn't listening in, but...

I know. I can hear TV.

Listen, I'm really sorry

about you brother.


(slow, sad music)

(ominous music building)



(lighter clicks)

Still got it, then?

Yeah, man.

I met this girl.

Jesus Christ, that was quick.

She fit.

It's not like that.

You f***ing loser.

What about you anyway?

What's going on?

I ain't got no time for a hoe, bro.

Cousin got me a job down in a car yard.

Money's crap, but I love it.

I've even started to fix up me

a Merly down there.

Have you passed your test then?

Not exactly. Yeah, not like that.

Put in a good word for you

if you want, man.

That's cool, man.

I'm a bit undecided, you know.

They're trying to push me

into some college course

or something, or if it's not that,

it's get a job, and I'm like...

I just... I need some time, you know.

Yeah, give it a fortnight.

Bloody mad, bein' in that flat all day.

I know, man.

I'll give it some thought.

You're right, though, yeah.

How's it going with your old man?

F***ed, mate.

He thinks I've lost my mind again.

Why's that?

I was looking at some of the old

news reports of Tom's disappearance.

That from the night?

And I thought that I heard

his voice on one of the tapes.

And I told him, and that was a mistake.

Some spooky sh*t, man.

What was he saying?

Just calling. Just calling to me.

I've seen sort of this.

You know, used to brag

about it the other day.

Some sort of phenomenon where you get

dead people's voices on tapes.

People go around

recording them and that.

I see it, I see it on TV, man.

We don't know that's Tom dead, do we?


Look, Matt, while you were away, man,

there was some sh*t

wrote about your family,

about that poor Saks.


Nothing, man, just dragging up

the past and all that.

What that?

Some sh*t about your dad

breaking your brother's arm

in a fit of rage,

or something like that.

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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