The Gone

Hey. It's gonna be OK.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Smile.

Oh.

OK.

Hello. (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - Sinead? We brought dessert.

Hello?

We're late. Oh! (COUGHS) - Is that smoke? Mm.

- Sinead? - (GRUNTS)

Ronan?

Sinead?

Joe...

something's wrong.

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(FONTAINES D.C.'S 'BOYS IN THE BETTER LAND' PLAYS)

Hey, lads. See you.

Hey, Fitzy, I'm off. - Ah, no, just one more. Ah, it's Christmas!

- Oh, you're not leavin' already, are ya? - Oh, I'm done.

Don't drink too many of them. All right? - Oh. See ya.

How long you off them now?

Six months. It's goin' great (!)

So, that's it? You hand in your notice, no explanation, then you just walk away?

A man doesn't throw away a 20-year career on a fuckin' Friday.

All due respect, Super, you're not gonna change my mind.

- You're the man that sees everythin'. - (CHUCKLES WRYLY)

You don't miss a trick.

What am I missing?

You know you can talk to me.

Thank you.

Love you too.

Watch where you're goin', you wobbly prick.

What you call me?

I called ya a wobbly prick.

You're a tough guy, are ya?

Do you wanna find out?

Get in there!

Come on!

- What you doin'?! - He fuckin' started it!

Hannah. (PANTS) Richter?

My daughter...

she's gone.

She's gone.

- You OK? - (PANTS)

- Hey, congrats, DetectiveSergeant. - (CHUCKLES) Yeah, thanks.

Police are requesting information

about an Irish couple who've been missing 72 hours.

Irish woman Sinead Martin, a management consultant working locally,

and her boyfriend, Instagram fitness influencer Ronan Garvey,

had been renting a farmhouse in Mt Affinity.

Sinead Martin's parents, Joseph Martin and Hannah Martin,

a special criminal court judge in Ireland,

raised the alarm when they found it deserted but undisturbed. Anyone...

- Are you the Irish guy? - Yeah.

...contact the nearest police station.

- Detective Theo Richter. - DS Diana Huia.

Long way from home. You got here fast. - Didn't feel fast.

I read your file. 20 years experience.

This is my first investigation sole charge, so happy to use what you bring.

Well, happy to be used.

We're just out here.

So, the potential connections with this Irish gang.

Judge Martin, Sinead's mother ― she put away the head of the Fallon cartel for life back in August 2019.

- Almost paid with her own. You were there, right? - Right.

You've done your homework. - I like to know what I'm working with.

Hannah survived the attack, but she remains under threat.

- So you think the Fallons did this? - They're definitely capable of it.

Hey, little one. It's good to have you back.

Oh, you haven't got any younger.

Call me 'little one' again, Bruce, I'll kick you in the nuts.

- Sergeant Bruce Harris. - Detective Theo Richter. - Gidday.

- So, you're from around here? - No knowledge like local knowledge.

Do you fellas wanna see the parents or the house first?

- House. - Parents.

Yeah, I'll met you at Sinead's house.

Yeah.

OK. I'm on the way, Hannah.

Bye.

We've had a lot of changes since you were away.

New cycle trail.

Big opening next Saturday. - I barely recognise the place.

Someone hit the jackpot. - Oh yeah. And that jackpot's called Houkura.

- Sinead worked there. - Last five months.

His wallet's here; hers is missing.

Neither bank account has been touched.

There's cash in the bedroom, but if they were taking off... - They wouldn't leave their phones.

I've emailed the scene photos and some statements to you.

Can you copy Richter? Might spot something relevant to the Irish gang.

Let's see if there's anything from the night in question.

Hannah.

We were told you weren't coming.

How could I say no?

- Is this the Fallons, Richter? - We're rattling every cage in Dublin. We'll hear something.

Joseph.

OK. So, what can you tell me?

What were Sinead and Ronan doin' here the last few months?

Travelling. First Australia, then New Zealand.

We expected them home, and then Sinead got her dream job at Houkura.

- You just came to check in on 'em? - Booked for a month.

- And Ronan? - He got a job in the hostel.

His main passion is fitness, but, uh... he's got into influencing since he's been here.

They've been together four years.

He's a nice kid, but he hasn't had it easy.

He's been through a lot. His mother died when he was a teenager, and his stepfather tookoff.

If we were at home, I'd have resources, but here... - You have me.

- Actually, you have both of us. - This is DS Diana Huia. She's lead investigator on the case.

I know this must be a really difficult time, but I have to ask ―

was there any indication anything was wrong with either of them?

Anything out of the usual? - No.

I don't know if Ronan was as happy as he let on to be, but I can't say why.

We're happy to answer any questions you have, but...

if this is Bounce Fallon's retaliation for me giving him a life sentence,

then that has to be your main line of investigation. - You have my word.

- We thought these might help. - Great. Thank you.

And we've been talkin' to their friends at home to see if they said anything.

I have more for posters. - Great. Thanks, Joseph.

One more thing ― did they have a car while they were here?

Yeah. Sinead bought a Zephyr Mark III.

We think it's been givin' 'em trouble for the last week or so.

Yeah, they brought it to a garage for a service.

OK. Thank you. It was good to meet both of you.

OK.

It's date-stamped the night they went missing.

- Where did he get those bruises? - Mm.

The Martins arrived at 8.15pm, so that leaves a window of two hours.

- CCTV of the night? - Yeah. There's one camera in town. The petrol station.

I had to wrestle the footage off Matt. You know what he's like.

The Fallons ― can they disappear two people in a couple of hours?

- If it's a reprisal, a bullet in the head takes seconds. - Mm.

I don't know what this is.

You? - No, I don't either.

Not yet.

Oh, this place.

Fuck. (GRUNTS)

DS Huia. Meet me at the house as fast as you can.

- Hey, mate! Excuse me. That's my bike! - Sorry, mate.

- Hey! - I'll bring it back to ya.

Richter! What the hell are you doing?

Deck's been scrubbed clean.

Bleach. (SNIFFS)

There's a hatch.

'Course there is.

After you.

- Your investigation. - Your hunch.

Thanks, Bruce.

Here.

What is it?

It's an earring.

There's blood.

158 ― 1-5-8 ― Bartholomew Rd...

Sgt Bruce Harris.

I'm sorry. Say again? Your accent.

Oh. OK.

Hang on a tick.

Diana.

A 3-5-3 number. Ireland. She says she's Ronan's mum.

Ronan's dead mum.

Who the hell is this?

Log it. - On it.

Really (?)

Ronan's social media ― it's fitness, food and lifestyle tips.

Hi, team. I just finished the workout.

It's good craic. If you're not sweating, you're not workin' hard enough, in my opinion.

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