Jack
Nikki? Oh, Nikki. That's her. She's alive.
"Nikki? Nikki? Jesus! Nikki, Where are you? I'll come and get you"
Surely, it won't be as easy as that, but I don't care. I'll walk through fire if I have too.
'Jack...'
It is her. Her voice. She's so quiet. What are they doing to her? Are they hurting her?
"Nikki, thank God you're safe. Wait. How...how did you...?"
Oh She's crying. Oh God, she's sobbing. If they've hurt her...God I feel sick.
"Nikki, are you ok? Can you talk?"
'No'
What the HELL are they doing to her?
"Nikki, are you hurt?"
Please don't let her be hurt.
'No'
She's not hurt. Thank God, but she sounds terrified. Oh, Nikki. You're not hurt - but then what? I don't understand.
"Just tell me where you are...Nikki, is there...is there someone there with you?"
Please tell me, I need to know.
'No'
Tell me, please just tell me. I need to know you're ok, Nikki.
"Can you tell me where you are? What can you see?"
I'm clutching at straws. and I keep missing.
'Nothing'
What? Come on, baby, please.
"Any detail, the room you're in, anything at all?"
Anything.
'I'm not in a room, Jack.'
What? not in a room? What the HELL have they done?
"Where are you?"
I'll come and get you. I will. WHEREVER you are.
'I'm underground'
"What?"
They put her under the ground? I'm going to throw up. Shit! No, No!
'Buried. In some sort of box. Under the ground. Do you understand?'
Yes, I understand. I wish I didn't. Buried? They buried her. They buried my girl. How could they? Nikki, No!
'Help me, please! I'm panicking. I'm running out of air..'
Calm her down. Calm her down.
"It's ok, Nikki. We're going to find you."
'How will you find me? I'm going to die in here, Jack.'
God, I feel sick. Got to reassure her. Stop her panicking.
"No! No, you're not."
'Don't lie to me. Don't tell me things you can't know. Can't do.'
Shit. It's not working. She doesn't believe me.. She's so afraid. How do I calm her down from here? I can't hug her. She's crying. Oh, Nikki!
"Listen..."
'If I don't make it out of here, Jack...'
No. Don't you dare.
"No, stop it, Nikki. Stop i!"
How can I stop her crying? Please don't cry baby, please.
"Did you text me? You're number?"
'No, the phone they left me, it doesn't call out.'
She tried to call me.
"Then somebody else did, Nikki. Somebody texted me your number. They want me to talk to you. Do you understand?"
Please understand. I'm here and I'm going to find you. Whoever they are, they don't want you to die.
"If they wanted you dead, why let me talk to you?"
She's listening. She's calming down - it's working.
'He called me on this phone.'
It's a he.
"Did you recognise his voice?"
'It sounded like his voice was altered, it sounded electronic.'
Maybe not a 'he' then - could be anyone! At least she's calmer now. She sounds more rational - more like Nikki.
'Why would they take me?'
"We'll know that soon. Whatever it is they ask - we'll do it."
If they tell me to stand on my head or jump off a cliff, I'll do it.
"Is there anything else you can tell me?"
Tell me everything. I need to know. I'm going to find you. I won't leave Mexico without you.
'Oh my God, Eva! Is she ok? Is she buried too somewhere? Oh my God...did they kill her?'
Nikki please stop worrying about everyone else. Be selfish for once. You're the only one that matters.
"Nikki, no. We found her, she has a bump on her head. She's going to be fine. You mustn't worry about anybody else, ok?"
Only you matter.
'I was asleep in the car and then...I don't remember. I woke here. In the dark.'
Oh God, Nikki. She's scared and alone in the dark. How could they do this to her?
"Do you have food?"
Pleas say yes.
'No. Water.'
Shit. Better than nothing though.
'I don't think it's the water that's the problem, Jack.'
Shit. Air. Think.
"This box, this thing that you're in. How big is it?"
'I've got about 9 hours, Jack.'
Shit. 9 hours. She's got 9 hours to live. I've got 9 hours to find her I feel so sick.
'Maybe 10. The box is wood, Slats.'
"Give me everything."
I need to know everything.
'Uh, I've reckoned about 850 by 650 by 2, 300.'
That's my girl! Done all the calculations already!
"Do you know how deep you are?"
'Too deep to push up. I tried...'
Of course she has. Damn them.
'...some dirt fell through, it was cold.'
Oh God. Come on, Nikki.
"Was the earth dry?"
'It's not sand. It's not clay. It's dry earth...'
Dry earth.
'...like the whole of this damn country!'
Alright sweetheart, alright.
"Ok, what's in it? Can you taste it?"
Oh God, I'm actually asking her to eat DIRT.
'What?'
I know. I'm sorry Nikki. I'll buy you pizza when we're back home to compensate.
"Taste it!"
'It tastes metallic.'
Good girl.
"More metal than mineral?"
I need everything Nikki, I'm sorry.
'It's got a lovely bouquet, Jack, but I prefer the '74!'
Was that a hint of sarcasm? Even trapped and buried alive she can still do sarcasm!
'Metal. Maybe iron. And salt.'
"Salt. So maybe near the sea. Some kind of salt flats. Maybe..."
Where the HELL is the sea around here?
Nikki? Nikki? What the hell is that? Nikki? Stop screaming and tell me what's wrong. Please, shit she's so frightened. Someone's hurting her. Nikki? I'm here, I'm going to find you. What's happening? Talk to me, please. What the HELL are they doing to her?
"Are you ok? Nikki? Nikki, are you ok?...Nikki, Nikki, are you ok?"
'I'm ok.'
Oh, thank God.
"What was that?"
'I don't know. It hasn't happened before. It might be an industrial site.'
Shit. My heart bloody stopped.
"If it happens again, record the time. Maybe we can build up a pattern."
Anything I can say to help, I will.
'If we're relying on that...'
Shit, Nikki. No. I didn't mean it like that!
"No We're not. We're not."
I think she's panicking again. Lie to her. Give her hope.
"Everyone is already looking for you. The police..."
Idiots. Cigarette wielding pillocks.
"...The army. The British Embassy..."
Big it up. Because they should be searching for her. Shit, they should drop everything to find her, because only she matters.
"There's helicopters everywhere!"
'Jack...'
Shit I think she's crying again. Oh God, Nikki.
"I've got your number. I'm going to track it."
Why the HELL didn't I think of that before?
'The phone's been tampered with. I don't think it will track.'
Of course it has. Damn! Shit!
"We'll find you. I WILL FIND YOU!"
Because I cannot cope with the thought of not finding you, Nikki. I JUST CAN'T.
"I'll call you every half hour ok?"
I'm going to get you through this.
'No don't. The battery. My air.'
Shit.
'Only call if you've got something to tell me.'
I've always got something to tell you. Something I never say.
"Nikki..."
No, I can't - not now. It'll sound like I'm saying a last goodbye.
"You're not alone."
'I'm in a wood box, under the earth, Jack. I'm quite alone.'
No you're not, baby. I'm always here. right by your side - even when I'm not.
She's gone. I want to call her back, right now.