[drumming]
[fireworks exploding]
[whistles blowing]
[laughter and cheering]
[horn beeps]
[techno music playing]
[music becomes slow and muffled]
[gasping]
Hey!
Come back here! [panting]
When I fucking find you…
[whirring]
♪ I don't tell you what to say ♪
-♪ Say ♪ -♪ I don't tell you what to do ♪
-♪ Do ♪ -♪ So just let me be myself ♪
♪ That's all I ask of you ♪
-♪ 'Cause ♪ -♪ No ♪
♪ You don't own me ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ You don't own me ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ You don't own me ♪
[screaming and cheering]
[seabirds calling]
[birdsong]
Kayleigh?
Laura? Jordan?
Anyone?
[boy] Hi, Mum.
-Hi, gorgeous. Bags, car. Can you help me? -What, now?
-No, tomorrow afternoon. Where's your dad? -Garden.
[man] 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68…
-[laughs] -[man] 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74…
-What are you doing? -…75, 76, 77, 78, 79.
I have an independent witness now.
He won't start dinner until he's beaten you.
You'd better get a snack.
-Thought you were doing your hen night. -I am!
I should be blowing up an inflatable man, strapping on my L-plates…
Dave, watch the ball!
Aww.
-Meg! -Bad luck. [chuckles]
-Sure you can manage that? -What?
-Did you go? -[girl] Yeah.
-Kayleigh. Shopping! -Was Lila there?
-[girl] Lila was there. We had such… -I'll text you.
-[Dave] Ohh… -How do I look?
Hah! Too good to be going out with a bunch of women.
-[laughs] -Mmm!
Mmm.
Just think, when we're married, we can finally have sex.
[both laughing]
No, I've never had sex with a married woman before.
-Oh. -I kissed a widow once. And an Australian.
[laughs]
Just imagine, you are now hanging up all these wild sexual adventures
for a life of monogamy with me.
-Aw! -[phone chimes]
-[sighs] -Taxi.
-Aah! -Gotta go.
All right. Love you.
Oh, babe, caps are by the front door.
Thanks.
["Good Girls" by CHVRCHES playing]
[woman 1] They're finally getting married after 16 years together.
-To Megan and Dave. -[all] Megan and Dave!
Oh, thank you! I'm so sorry about your stupid caps!
We love them!
[Megan] We have to take a picture for Dave, so everyone get in.
-Mmm! -We'll do a selfie.
-Yeah, come on. -Everybody get in!
-That's a good pose. -Say pinot grigio!
-[all] Pinot grigio! -[laughing]
Okay, sending! [laughs]
Now, I know it's not your traditional hen night.
-We're way too classy for strippers-- -[woman 2] Speak for yourself!
-[all laughing] -However, we do have…
Marcus!
-[woman 2] Oh. Okay! -[screaming and cheering]
Oh! So fill up your glasses, grab an apron.
-Let's get painting! -[cheering]
♪ When you don't have to pretend? ♪
♪ I want to know the feeling ♪
-[screaming] -♪ Is it easier when you have ♪
♪ To start again? ♪
♪ When you don't wanna make amends? ♪
♪ I want to know that feeling ♪
[laughing]
No, I'm pacing myself.
[sighs] I think it's amazing, you and Dave, after all this time.
-We should've done it years ago. -Everyone else is splitting up.
-You two just keep getting stronger. -Aww.
-More shots! -[laughing] No!
-Megan, more shots! It's your hen night! -I know!
That's an order.
Hello?
-Two more? -No problem.
-Two more. -Two more.
[laughs]
[driver] All right, love.
[Megan] Thanks. Bye.
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[Dave] Megan, what are you doin'? [sighs]
Uh… nothing.
-I'm really drunk! -[chuckles] So why are you down here?
I just was trying to sober up. Thought I'd look at stuff online.
What, porn? Aah!
-You were gonna look at porn, weren't you? -No!
-Oh-ho! You are so busted! -[laughs]
[gruffly] Come to bed, bride-to-be.
Oh. Actually, I need to pee.
Two minutes. [chuckling] Two minutes!
[Dave sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[laughing]
Uh, I said urgent.
[man] And here I am.
-What's the urgency? -A missing person.
A 20-year-old called Carlton Flynn.
Carlton… Flynn.
And we've had an ANPR hit on his car.
He's 20, and he's driving that? A bit young for a midlife crisis.
-How long has he been missing? -Ooh, a couple of days.
A couple of days? Give it to uniform.
We've sent uniform. I need you to go speak with his father, Del Flynn.
Let him know we're taking it seriously.
Del… Flynn.
And why would we do that?
Because I'm asking you to.
Look, Del's well-connected, and he's adamant something's happened to his son,
so take your coffee and get yourself over there.
[birds chirping]
Erin, it's weird.
It's not weird. I'm not asking for details!
Good, 'cause you're not gettin' any!
Just tell me, was she nice? Come on. That's not details.
-You deserve a nice woman, that's all. -Yes, she was nice.
Good. Good. I'm glad.
-A bit eager, maybe. -Eager?
Keen to please.
-Like a Labrador. -[laughs]
Did you kiss?
-Or throw her a ball? -[door opens]
Mr. Flynn. DS Michael Broome.
This is DC Erin Cartwright. Can we come in, please?
We told your uniform lot Carlton never stays away like this.
-Something bad's happened. -Del.
No, look. I'm sorry, my love, but I'm his dad,
and I can feel it in my piss.
He's in his final year at university. He's got exams.
And that phone, he never turns it off. Never. It's welded to his hand.
And the day he disappeared, there were no arguments?
No reason why he might need some space?
-Nothing! -No.
[Del sighs] Marlene's his stepmum.
They don't always see eye-to-eye, but nothing to make him leave.
[Marlene] We've racked our brains.
He was in his car. We're worried he had an accident.
I know something bad's happened. I know it!
I'm going out of my mind. I can feel it in--
Mr. Flynn, um, he's a 20-year-old young man.
We're not unduly worried. This is just what we do. It's procedure.
Yeah. We're gonna want to release a photograph of Carlton,
if you've got one, just in case anyone's seen him.
Yeah. I'll find one.
Recent!
[Del sighs]
It's every parent's nightmare.
-You got kids? -A two-year-old.
No. My ex-wife didn't want them.
He hasn't been on social media. Nothing. It just stopped, April 16th.
-April 16th? -Yeah.
I thought Carlton went missing on the 17th.
No. The 17th is the day we realized something was wrong.
Right. Uh…
Does the name Stewart Green mean anything to you?
Huh? No. Who the hell's Stewart Green? Why are you asking me that?
Is this okay? It was a few months ago. You can cut him out.
Oh, nice.
Yeah. That's a lovely one of him.
Uh, and this necklace, it never leaves his neck. Never.
Yeah.
Stewart Green?
-Seventeen years to the day. -Let it go.
Erin, it's a feeling I've got.
-In my piss. -You see connections everywhere.
I see connections where there are connections.
-It's called being a good cop. -Oh, I don't know!
The only case to ever beat you?
-I'd call that being an egomaniac. -Ego? I let them down.
His family, his wife. I told her I'd find him. She was destroyed.
-Did sleeping with her soften the blow? -Hey.
That was years later, as you well know.
When I was brokenhearted.
And for the record, I did want kids.
-Just-- -Not with me.
[seabirds calling]
[girl] Mazel tov on your bar mitzvah, Micha!
Which lucky girl's gonna get the first dance? [grunts]
-I'm entitled to my privacy! -[bouncer] Stay back, scum!
Out the way!
[crowd cheering]
[girl] I don't believe it!
He looked me… I know!
-He looked me right in the eye! -[bouncer laughing]
-"Scum"? -I'm sorry, man.
-Little shit. -What?
-Not you. Him! -Oh.
"Entitled to my privacy." Dressed like an ice cream.
[laughs]
If people wanna pretend to be famous, I'm happy to take their green.
Green? Someone's been watching too many movies.
-I need the pictures by tomorrow. Yeah? -Yeah, yeah.
Mazel tov, Raymond!
[siren wailing]
[yells]
No! No!
No! [groans]
[seagulls calling]
[Kayleigh laughing] What the hell is this? Why's he got three eyes?
[Jordan] I think it's good.
Thank you. I'll teach you how to paint one if you like.
[Dave] You gonna make him drink ten proseccos?
-[Kayleigh] Good luck! -[Dave] Come on.
-You're not coming? -Busy.
Thanks. I only came
to every single netball tournament you played.
That's what happens when you're the second kid.
-[phone ringing] -Ugh.
-It's your mum. -[Dave] Ugh. Why does she always call you?
-Because she thinks you're Uncle Frank. -Dementia. Hilarious.
Hello, Frances.
-[Frances] Somebody's stolen them! -Stolen what?
Me slippers! They were here, and now they've gone.
And believe me, I've got my suspicions who took them!
-Is she all right? -She thinks someone's stolen her slippers.
-[Dave] Huh. Crisis. -Um…
We're off to Laura's tennis tournament. Can I call you back later?
Someone's taken them!
[Megan] Okay, why don't you look in the fridge?
That's where they turned up last time. Remember?
And I'll call you back later. I promise.
[ominous music playing]
[car engine starts]
They're all out. Come over.
[indistinct chattering and laughing]
Hiya.
-[man 1] Shh! -[man 2] …quite the opposite problem…
-[Dave sighs] Oh, yes! -[man 2] Yeah… He's really…
Oh, zip it up, Dave.
-You love it. -Oh, I…
-[chuckling] -I really don't.
-[laughs] -[umpire] And play.
[applauding, cheering]
[umpire] Fifteen-love.
[ominous music playing]
[umpire] Fifteen all.
-Let me out. -Where are you going?
Just move. I need the toilet.
Good girl.
[panting]
-[sighs] -[door opens]
-[exhales] -[footsteps approach]
[door closes]
[footsteps approach]
[woman] Cassie?
Not here.
Not now.
[woman] Then where?
[banging on door]
-[urgent banging] -[bouncer] Ray!
[urgent banging]
[banging continues]
Open up, Ray!
-Ray! -[frantic banging]
[groans]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[seagulls calling]
Wow.
You look like an orangutan made you its love slave.
[Ray sighs]
Here.
To replace the one that got nicked till you can buy a new one.
Aww, thanks. I'm touched.
Least I could do. Plus, I need you working again this evening.
No, no. Fester, no! Absolutely not!
-Time and a half? -[Ray] No!
-[Fester] Uh, double time? -[sighs]
Okay, maybe.
Good. Now, in the meantime, I need those shots from the bar mitzvah.
They're backed up, right? On the cloud?
What do you think I am? Some kind of amateur?
[laughs] No, you're a model professional.
[Ray] Look at this little jerk.
There's a cut where he kicked me. I'm gonna sue the parents.
Oh, yeah. It's just like being back in the war zones, innit?
[chuckles] Go on, send me the photos.
Mmm! What are they?
Oh! Look at that! The artist is still with us.
[laughs] Seriously, man, these are great. Eh?
I keep forgetting you've got talent.
-Wait, is there someone in that one? -[Ray] Where?
-[Fester] Yeah, there. -[Ray] Some drunk in the ruins. So what?
[Fester] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Go back! -What? What is it?
Go back! Back, back! There!
Zoom… zoom in.
-This guy's been on the news. -[Ray] Really?
Yeah. Here, move.
Yeah, he's, uh… he's missing.
I… I swear to God it's him.
[Ray] Carlton Flynn.
Shit. It is.
What's up with him? He doesn't look right.
When they mugged you, did they steal anything else? Your wallet, your phone?
Just the camera.
You're looking well.
You too.
Nice lie.
You were always a good liar.
I got you a milky coffee. Your old fave.
Thanks.
Or is it skinny oat milk frappés these days?
-How did you find me? -Everybody's findable, darling.
I've gotta tell you, kid, I'm impressed. House, kids.
Charity job.
-Ooh. Ooh. [giggles] -What do you want, Lorraine?
To talk.
And you thought the best way to do that was to leave a creepy card,
stalk me to my kid's tennis?
Well, I haven't lost my sense of the theatrical. [chuckles]
So talk.
Do they know? The family?
Know what?
Who you were in your previous life.
I mean, I assume not, with the new name and the new look and everything.
First time I saw you, I barely recognized you.
-You've been following me. -No!
Yeah. [laughs]
Yeah, I had a peek.
So you'll know then that I'm not Cassie anymore.
You will always be Cassie to me, darling.
No. Cassie's dead.
That life is over.
People say that, yeah.
The past is the past.
It's never really gone, though, has it?
I've missed you, Cassie.
I've missed you too.
Do you ever think about us girls…
in your new life?
Of course.
You were everything to me.
You were my family.
But I left, and I never wanted to see you again.
Not you, not anyone from that world.
I've seen girls leave before, Cassie, but you…
[laughs] Thin air.
No goodbyes, stuff still in your room. Why did you leave so fast?
[eerie music playing]
It was just time.
Yeah, right.
And I'm a size zero, baby girl.
Cops came looking.
I, uh… I held onto something for you.
Not that it's, uh, much use now you've got another one, but, uh…
[squealing, laughing]
[Lorraine] If you were just leaving the life, why leave behind your ring
and the man who put it on your finger? Hmm? You broke his heart.
-Have you seen him? -Nah. Nah, not for years.
Just stop it.
I have three children that I love. I have a man that I love. I have a life.
And maybe to you, that life may seem safe and boring,
but it's my life.
So I'm gonna ask you again, Lorraine, what do you want?
He's back. Stewart Green.
[ominous music playing]
He came to the club. One of the girls said he was asking for Cassie.
-That's crap. He's dead. -Apparently not.
He's dead, Lorraine!
-It can't have been him. -Are you sure?
Yes.
I mean, what did this girl say?
Huh? Was he… was he looking for me? How does she know it was him?
-How do you know it was him? -It was him.
Look, I'm just telling you to warn you. Okay? In case you wanna disappear again.
You don't want someone like him around your nice, new family.
So, what we got?
Oh, um… DS Broome.
-Leanne Morgan. -You new?
I was when the office first opened six months ago.
Welcome. What we got?
Carlton's car. 21:08, passes through this camera here, which logs a hit.
Same camera, two hours, two minutes later, returns in the opposite direction.
And in the meantime?
No other hits, which is telling 'cause there's ANPRs all over this area.
Show him.
The beach is here, so it's safe to assume that Carlton didn't drive into the sea.
The other two main routes out of town, here and here,
a camera would've picked him up.
What? So he stayed in town?
Best guess, he parked up here and stayed in this area here.
[Erin] So what's here?
Fast food shops, petrol station, bars.
Wa… wait.
Uh, go back, go back.
Yeah, further, further. Zoom in, zoom in.
Vipers. Stewart Green's old haunt.
-Connections everywhere. Let's go. -[snaps fingers]
[snorts] Thank you.
[crows cawing]
[car door closes]
Another old flame, eh?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
-This looks different to how I remember. -Well, times change.
There used to be an irritating bald fucker on the door. Let's hope they changed him.
-[electronic music playing] -[Broome] Oh, shite.
Police!
There's no discount for cops.
We're investigating the disappearance of a young man, Carlton Flynn.
Think he might have visited your club Friday evening.
Nah. Never seen him.
Can we ask around? Maybe someone else saw him.
You look familiar.
Good memory. I used to come in here a lot some years ago.
-You've gone very gray. -Says the bald man.
This is choice bald. I shave it.
Oh.
-We'd like to talk to the girls. -They're working.
Talk to them on their own time.
What about that? Must record everyone that comes in.
-It does. -So can we view it?
Friday night, you say?
-It'll be deleted. -Why would you do that?
No trouble on the night, we delete it. It's policy.
That's a strange policy.
You run a bar, you have a different policy.
-I will. -Good.
It's a sign of virility.
[Dave] Hey. You okay?
You don't seem yourself tonight.
-It's just… just booze blues. -[both sigh]
What's up?
[sighs heavily]
Is this about getting married?
-No! -[chuckles]
I've asked you every year since we've been together. [chuckles]
Probably since Jordan was born.
It's not about that.
[sighs] Come here.
-[grunts] -[sighs]
[Dave sighs gently]
[ominous music playing]
[pensive music playing]
[eerie music playing]
[door opens]
Hey.
-Where have you been till now? -Out.
-Oh. Brilliant. Where? -With Bea.
-Drinking? -No!
-[scoffs] -Don't be weird. It's not even late.
It's late.
-I'm putting a tracker on your phone. -You're not.
You wanna bet, Kay? It's that, or you don't go out.
Okay, fine.
I'll put one on your phone. See where you go.
-This isn't about me. -Isn't it?
You're not the first kid to rebel, you know. You think I wasn't like this?
-I don't know. Were you? -Yeah. Worse.
-You never really talk about that stuff. -You never really ask.
-Can't imagine you as a rebel. -No?
-'Cause, like, I was. -[laughs]
[sighs] I really was.
You know, you might not want to be, but you're more like me than you think.
I just don't want you making the same mistakes.
What mistakes?
[sighs]
When you were born, you changed my life.
I looked into that little face,
and it was like everything that had gone before didn't matter anymore.
Meaning what?
Meaning… you're my precious girl.
And I worry about you.
Still not getting a tracker.
-I'm going to bed. -[chuckles]
Night.
[ominous music playing]
[birds chirping]
[crows cawing]
[shutter clicks]
[birds chirping]
[ominous music crescendos]
-[door opens] -Hi, hi. Sorry, who are you?
I… I'd seen the house was for sale. I was just passing.
Um, I was being nosy. I… I didn't know you were in. Sorry.
-Uh, um… It's appointment only. -Yeah. I… I know.
-Sorry. Of course. -No, um…
Y… you're here now. You might as well come in, have a look.
-It's a lovely house. Very spacious. -Yeah.
Do you mind me asking why are you moving?
Uh, it's just time, really.
Yeah, uh, the kids are leaving. One's at uni, and one's about to go.
So yeah, yeah, it's time.
Do you wanna look around? I'll bring these through.
Yeah. Thank you.
[liquid pouring]
[thumping in distance]
[ominous music playing]
[grunts]
-There you go. -Thank you.
[woman] So is your house already on the market?
Yes, yeah. Yeah, offer in.
-And you're local? -Fairly. Ridgewood.
-Oh, yeah, nice. -[thump in distance]
[clears throat]
Um, that your other half, is it?
Well, actually, he's away.
"Away." Sounds like he's in prison.
No, he's, uh…
he's missing.
Missing?
-[woman] Mmm. -I'm so sorry.
[woman] Yeah, it's hard.
But it happened a long time ago.
The kids were so small, they don't remember him.
He's just a… face in a photo.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, so I kept the house. I just kept everything the same really,
because one day, Daddy will walk through the door, but, uh,
I've finally accepted that… he's not going to, so, yeah.
Time to move on.
-Would you like to see upstairs? -Seventeen years.
That's a long time to keep hoping and waiting.
Well, he's the father of my kids.
-You must have really loved him. -Yeah, I did. I… still do.
I never said 17 years.
-Who are you? How do you know that? -Sorry. I sh… I should go.
-It's not the house for me. -Wait.
[ominous music intensifies]
[seagulls calling]
[birds chirping]
[eerie music playing]
[panting]
[car door opens, closes]
Hey, Broome!
Ready for uni?
As I'll ever be.
Stay off the exotic plants. I won't be there to get you off.
[laughs]
How is she?
Yeah. You know how she gets near the anniversary. She's okay.
[door opens]
[Broome] Who was she?
I don't know. Uh, she said she wanted to buy the house.
But she was a liar. I… I don't know who she was.
But I think she knew Stewart.
I've been meaning to call you, with it being the anniversary,
but something came up.
-It's okay. -No, no, it's relevant.
I, uh…
Potentially, it's relevant. Um…
There's this lad, Carlton Flynn. You might've seen it.
Um, he went missing a few days ago
on the same date that Stewart went missing.
Right.
-I don't understand. -Neither do I.
But, um, your Stewart disappeared on the 16th of April 17 years ago,
and now on that exact same date, another man goes missing.
Same area, same date.
Yeah, it's peculiar, but… are there any other connections?
Uh, I'm looking into it, mm.
[seagulls calling]
[woman humming]
[continues humming]
[splutters, laughing] Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!
How can I help?
Um, it's a bit of a strange one, actually.
I used to live around here a few years ago,
and I could've sworn that this was Harry Sutton's law firm.
Oh, that is a while. No, he's long gone.
I shouldn't really be saying this, but I know he hit hard times.
I think his wife left. There was drink involved or worse.
-Right. -[woman] The premises were too expensive.
They would be, wouldn't they?
All he was doing was pro bono work for strippers and hookers.
Not that I'm judging. Everyone needs the law.
Sure.
You… you wouldn't happen to have an address for him, would you?
[children chattering indistinctly]
[bell rings]
[door unlocking]
Yes?
-Hello. I'm looking for Harry. -Who are you?
I used to know him.
It's Cassie.
Wait.
[door unlocking]
Come in.
-He's upstairs. [sighs] -Okay.
[ominous music playing]
[Megan] Oh, Harry.
Harry, it's Cassie.
Harry, have you heard from Stewart Green?
Has he contacted you? Is he still alive?
Harry.
[man 1] All right. Time to go.
Leave your ring and watch.
-Guys-- -Just fucking leave them, and you can go.
This is my engagement ring. Harry knows me.
-No-- [grunts] -Fucking ring!
-Just give us the ring! -[yells]
-[sobbing] -[grunts] No, you don't!
[gasps and screams]
-[man 2] You got it? -[man 1] I've got it!
[grunts, laughs]
[man 2] Now fuck off.
Not too bad.
Yeah.
[ominous music intensifies]
[shouts]
[grunts]
[all grunting]
[yells]
[man 2 groaning]
[intense music playing]
[laughing]
[dance music playing]
Ta-da! [laughs]
-Boo! -[laughs]