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Hey!

Come back here!

When I fucking find you...

Kayleigh?

Laura? Jordan?

Anyone?

Hi, Mum.

- Hi, gorgeous. Bags, car. Can you help me? - What, now?

- No, tomorrow afternoon. Where's your dad? - Garden.

63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68...

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.

- Sure you can manage that? - What?

- Did you go? - Yeah.

- Kayleigh. Shopping! - Was Lila there?

- Lila was there. We had such... - I'll text you.

- Ohh... - How do I look?

Hah! Too good to be going out with a bunch of women.

Mmm!

Mmm.

Just think, when we're married, we can finally have sex.

No, I've never had sex with a married woman before.

- Oh. - I kissed a widow once. And an Australian.

Just imagine, you are now hanging up all these wild sexual adventures

for a life of monogamy with me.

Aw!

Taxi.

- Aah! - Gotta go.

All right. Love you.

Oh, babe, caps are by the front door.

Thanks.

They're finally getting married after 16 years together.

- To Megan and Dave. - Megan and Dave!

Oh, thank you! I'm so sorry about your stupid caps!

We love them!

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!

Pinot grigio!

Okay, sending!

Now, I know it's not your traditional hen night.

- We're way too classy for strippers... - Speak for yourself!

However, we do have...

Marcus!

Oh. Okay!

Oh! So fill up your glasses, grab an apron.

Let's get painting!

No, I'm pacing myself.

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! - No!

- Megan, more shots! It's your hen night! - I know!

That's an order.

Hello?

- Two more? - No problem.

- Two more. - Two more.

All right, love.

Thanks. Bye.

Megan, what are you doin'?

Uh... nothing.

- I'm really drunk! - 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!

Come to bed, bride-to-be.

Oh. Actually, I need to pee.

Two minutes. Two minutes!

Uh, I said urgent.

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.

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.

Did you kiss?

Or throw her a ball?

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.

Marlene's his stepmum.

They don't always see eye-to-eye, but nothing to make him leave.

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!

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.

Mazel tov on your bar mitzvah, Micha!

Which lucky girl's gonna get the first dance?

- I'm entitled to my privacy! - Stay back, scum!

Out the way!

I don't believe it!

He looked me... I know!

He looked me right in the eye!

- "Scum"? - I'm sorry, man.

- Little shit. - What?

- Not you. Him! - Oh.

"Entitled to my privacy." Dressed like an ice cream.

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!

No! No!

No!

What the hell is this? Why's he got three eyes?

I think it's good.

Thank you. I'll teach you how to paint one if you like.

You gonna make him drink ten proseccos?

- Good luck! - 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.

Ugh.

- It's your mum. - Ugh. Why does she always call you?

- Because she thinks you're Uncle Frank. - Dementia. Hilarious.

Hello, 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.

- Huh. Crisis. - Um...

We're off to Laura's tennis tournament. Can I call you back later?

Someone's taken them!

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.

They're all out. Come over.

Hiya.