I don't remember anything.
Here to take a statement.
- Helen. - You remembered my name?
I bet you can't remember mine, though, huh?
I keep wondering if anyone's out there missing me,
parents waiting for me to call, or...?
Helen has gone full Florence Nightingale
for this amnesia bloke.
Next time you're down, think of that.
I'll just send you an emoji of a burrito,
and from that moment on, you'll know that everything will be OK.
I'm a bad guy, Helen.
That's why people want me dead.
You're Lena? Christ, I've been looking for you.
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I'm so sorry.
We don't know why I was working for Kostas.
- We don't know why I met Lena... - You do something like that,
there is no reason on Earth that ever makes that OK.
You're my only friend in the whole wide world, right?
I just don't understand how the same guy
who could do something so awful could also save my life.
You don't know me.
I am not the same person that I was before I met Elliot Stanley.
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- Hello. - Hello.
Who that?
Yeah. That's... That's my girlfriend.
That's Helen. Say hi, Helen.
Hello.
You smoke marijuana, huh?
We don't even know what that is, it's...
God, no. What...? What is it?
- What this, then? - That's...
That's a lighter, that's what that is.
"Vietnamese and gay."
You know how offensive this is?
- We do. - I not Vietnamese. I not gay.
This... really offensive.
Maybe it's like...
It's like owning it. You know, like...
Like the lighter is excited...
that it's Vietnamese and gay.
Thanks.
No smoking. OK?
No, absolutely not.
No, totally.
Why you got such long... beard?
I'm going to go now.
Where were we?
What?
Just, what if he comes back in?
Fine.
Yeah.
He really didn't like my beard. You like it though, right?
OK.
I'll shave it off when we get to Cambodia, how about that?
This is nice.
Just... the here and now.
You know, like...
Like nothing can touch us.
Are you... like really...
really 100% sure about that?
Why are you being weird?
I've been waiting for the right moment
and, I don't know, I think...
this might be it.
The right moment for what?
I've been wanting to give you this.
It was mailed to the police station
while you were in hospital, recovering from...
you know.
That's why I've held onto it for so long.
- You were in a bad place and... - That's me.
Yeah.
And this... This Tommy, he knows me?
Yeah, from Ireland.
Maybe it's time you find out who you really are.
You OK, babe?
Maybe we should just go.
- We can't. - It's been an hour already.
- What? - There's someone coming,
Hello.
- Morning. - Oh, OK.
- Oh, God! - What?
- You thought it was him? - Tommy?
Yeah, well, it could have been him.
Hey.
Whatever happens...
It's probably worth getting rid of the beard
because whoever shows up, you want them to recognise you, right?
- What, now? - Oh, right now.
- OK. I'll get rid of it. - Really?
Oh, at last! Thank you.
Hello.
I like your bat and your ball.
Are you...?
Are your parents around?
Shit.
Who are you? What do you want?
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You! Come here, you little shithole.
You staring at feckin' women again, are you?
Elliot?
OK, I'm coming in.
What the...?
Fuck.
For fuck's sake!
Fuck's sake!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Bollocks!
Shit!
Fuck.
Jesus, fuck.
Detective Slater?
Yeah?
This is he. Him, me.
An Australian lady arrived into the country
talking about a possible abduction, Scláta Café.
OK, sure. I'll be right out.
Okey-doke.
_
What? Come on.
I don't fucking believe this.
Fuck!
Who are you? Did you work for Kosta?
Why would we work for Costa?
He's the only person I knew who'd want me dead.
Why would a coffee shop want you dead?
Tell me what I've done to you.
Never fear, the Garda are here!
Madam.
G'day.
Yes. You've just arrived from down underneath.
We are the Garda.
The guards of the... Guardians of the peace, really,
but police you'd call us in Australian, I suppose.
Detective Sergeant Ruairi Slater at your service.
Helen Chambers.
So, who are we looking for?
I hear somebody's gone missing, is it?
Yeah.
- It's my boyfriend, Elliot. - Boyfriend. Right.
Yeah...
We were supposed to be meeting someone.
Right. Who were you meeting?
We... We don't really know him, is the thing.
My boyfriend, Elliot, he lost his memory.
Then a while back,
we received a message from a fella called Tommy
who said that he was his best friend from back in the day.
- We rolled the dice, you know. - Right.
It seems to me that maybe this Tommy wasn't who he said he was.
A setup, in that it wasn't Tommy that sent you that message.
No, I know. That's...
That's why I'm telling you.
Crackers! Look, back in Australia there were some...
bad people who were after him.
Wherever he is, I just think that he's in trouble.
Listen, I understand...
You should really come and take a look at the scene, OK? It's...
It's right here.
So, he came in here to shave.
Jesus. Must have been some beard.
And his bag is still here and the mirror smashed.
And the people who took him must have come through this back door here.
So, the car would have been parked here.
A van, maybe, if you look at the tyre marks.
And they must have gone this way.
Come on!
The longer we take, the less chance we have of finding them.
Yeah.
_
Let me out!
Whatever it is I've done to you, I...
I probably deserve it.
I've done some...
fucking bad things, so...
Just tell me what you want!
_
'Are you having fun yet?'
Are you fucking...? Who is this?
Who are you?
'I'm the last voice you'll ever hear.'
So, these fellas who were after your boyfriend in Australia.
Why? What'd he do?
Like I said, it's a long story.
We'd been fine travelling around wherever the wind took us,
but no, I had to go and stick my big nose in it.
Your nose is just fine there, Helen. You've a great nose.
It's my fault we came here.
And now he's gone.
- Hey, listen, I'm sure... - Over there.
- Don't touch anything, that... - It's blood.
- Crackers. - Hey, listen to me.
We will find your man, OK?
We'll find him.
Guardians of the peace, right?
Right you are.
Yeah.
Hi, it's Detective Sergeant Slater...
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Hello?
- Hello? - 'Helen.'
- 'It's me. It's...' - Ethan?
It's been a minute. Right, shortbread?
Why are you calling me?
Well, the way we left things, Hel,
it... It left its mark on me.
- 'You know, you told me to...' - No, I remember.
go and fuck myself with something big and plastic.
Honestly, it was a wake-up call.
It was my road to Damascus.
'It was the road that led me here.'
Not Damascus. I realise as I say it that sounds confusing.
I'm at the Coal Harbour Community Centre.
- 'Look, Ethan...' - I'm delivering my Ned Talk
on toxic masculinity.
- 'Your what?' - My Ned talk.
It's like a TED Talk,
but it's a bit more under the radar, but that will change...
No, I mean,
are there other people listening to this conversation?
Absolutely, yeah. It's part of the process, Hel.
I realise now how my behaviour affected you.
The gaslighting.
'The marginalising.
I want to make amends.'
I want to show you that I've ch...
- Yeah, she's hung up. - Fucking women, uh?
OK, that's really not the spirit here, Colin.
OK.
DNA isn't back yet on our bottle.
But there has been like a sort of a development, shall we say.
Well, any chance you could be a bit more specific?
"Development" can mean a lot of things. Is it good, is it bad?
I haven't spoken to her meself, so you'll know when I do, OK?
"Her"?
With respect, Detective Slater,
it's your boss I came to speak with.
Superintendent Hanlon's at a conference,
but this is my case and you're in good hands with my hands.
I know Superintendent Hanlon.
I don't know you, so...
Hi.
- Who are you? - Helen.
The boss is back next week, but I'm here now
and the fellows at front desk said this was urgent, so...
OK, then.
I got sent this, out of the blue.
- Is it really him? - That's him!
Who sent this to you?
Who are you?
I'm his mother.
- 'Ready for round two?' - What is this?
What do you want?
'You can leave this room.
It's up to you.
'You can come right through this hatch.'
'But the only way you'll fit through
'is if you cut off both your legs.'
Fucking what?
'Cut them off.'
You want me to cut off both my legs?
- 'Yes.' - With this?
'Yes.'
Or what?
Like, what if I...?
What if I don't want to hack off my legs because you told me to?
Hello?
For fuck's sake.
Hello? Can you hear me?
'Wrong choice.'
'Boom'
Jesus! Jesus Christ!
You can stop pissing yourself now.
- Here, catch. - Fuck.
- Stop pissing about. - Not allowed a bit of fun?
- Why don't you go fuck a horse? - Fucked your daddy last night.
- We have the same daddy. - Forget I said that.
Who are you?
You really don't remember your old pal, Donal?
I had an accident and my memory's a mess.
Well, isn't that a real fucking stroke of luck for you?
Do you mind just...?
Sorry.
Come on.
Take a seat.
Thanks.
It's fine.
What?
So, the name McDonnell means nothing to you?
No.
Yous are the McDonnells, I take it?
On account of the old sleeping with your daddy there?
You little shit.
It must be weird.
You don't remember anything?
Like your family or where you're from?
I really don't.
Hey, Fergal.
You want a date, get on the apps.
This fella's about to get a different kind of fucked.
So, what is it that you actually want from me?
Apart from the being fucked differently thing,
which I'm excited about.
Like, if I've done something to all of you, I'm sorry.
OK?
I meant what I say, I don't remember anything.
You've done plenty.
Whether you fucking remember it or not.
So...
keep your mouth shut.
Or Donal, he'll shut it for you.
Hang on a sec, he's called Donal?
So his name's Donal McDonnell.
It's like if I was called Elliot McElliot.
This is only the beginning.
Thank you very much, Mrs Cassidy.
Oh, hey, I...
I was just...
Just what?
OK, I... I was waiting for you.
I just thought that you might want to talk about...
your son.
So, you really have no idea where he is?
Or who might have taken him?
I really don't.
He was 27 years old the last time I saw him.
His dad was in hospital.
I haven't seen him in seven years,
since he upped and left without so much as a word.
- Why did he leave? - Hard to say.
It's not like he left a note.
I sound like a tragic old woman.
But I have to ask.
Did he come here to see me?
I wish I didn't have to tell you this, but...
Well, the truth is, Elliot lost his memory.
He was in a car crash a year back.
I'm sorry.
So...
He doesn't even...
remember me?
His head's a ghost town.
Oh, my.
What?
This song.
I remember him dancing to this when he was just nine years old.
Dancing?
Oh, yes.
When he wasn't in the bollocks, he loved his dancing.
Proper ballet stuff.
The other kids would take the mick but he'd just laugh it off.
He so loved to dance, my boy.
He might come home from school
with a black eye and a letter from the headmaster,
but when you watched him do an arabesque,
it was hard to stay angry for long.
Elliot did ballet?
Concert standard.
I take it he hasn't kept up with the dancing and that?
No. No, I... I can't say that he has.
Excuse me.
Helen Chambers.
Knickers.
Yeah, no, thanks for letting me know.
OK.
DNA on the whiskey bottle
matched the clothing they found in Elliot's bag.
It's his, so...
- It's useless. - Whiskey bottle?
Yeah.
Sorry, we found a whole bunch of whiskey bottles at the scene.
- Can I see? - Yeah.
What is it?
Nothing.
Just...
miles away.
It's been an absolute pleasure, Helen, but I have to go.
I will see you again.
Hopefully, in happier circumstances.
Yeah, of course. But maybe I could get your...
number?
I'm home!
Quite the day today, Ma.
I...
Got you some apples.
Didn't have any Golden Delicious,
so I got you some Pink Ladies, huh?
Do you know, Pink Ladies were bred by this lad, John Cripps,
where he crossed a Golden Delicious
with an apple called a Lady Williams.
So...
There's some Golden Delicious in there for you, too.
It's buried in there somewhere, Ma.
Like yourself.
Right...
I...
Got your pork and beans.
Your favourite, right?
Yeah? You never can go wrong with pork and beans.
Might keep you up at night, mind,
what the gas and the reflux and whatnot.
You will eat, won't you?
Don't want you wasting away.
'Love.'
It's the greatest gift we can give
and the greatest gift we can receive.
You've probably never known it. Very few do, but I have.
Helen and I shared a unique bond
and that's why she hung up on me.
If she had just accepted my sincere livestream apology,
then that would be that, but by closing the door,
she has, in fact, left it open.
What she's telling me
when she hangs up on me mid-Ned Talk like that
is, "Ethan, you need to try harder."
And I hear her.
I spent a lot of time working on myself
and I'm open now, more than I've ever been.
She's letting me know that I need to go further.
Not just apologise for the man that I was,
but to show her,
and I'm here, I'm listening.
Ready to strike.
And I happen to know
that she's currently in the fair isle of Ireland.
So, guess who has two thumbs
and has booked the next flight to Ireland that he can?
- This guy. - So... my friends are here.
- I'm just gonna... - No worries.
Thanks for letting me bend your ear, Chad.
It's Mike.
Are you getting out or...?
What's the deal here?
I think maybe I should just go to my hotel.
Thanks.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
- If you need a taxi again. - Thanks.
- And you're checking in? - Yeah.
Chambers. Helen Chambers.
Got you right here. Two of you, four nights?
It's just me, actually, for the moment.
Hey, wake up.
So, you really don't remember anything?
Elliot.
I really, really don't. If I did, I'd say.
Maybe it's a good thing you don't remember anything.
Means you can't remember Tamar.
- Excuse me? - Tamar.
Yeah, is that like a person, place,
fucking boy band we started together?
You know when I said I don't remember anything?
That's literally what I mean.
Good. You get to relive the pain.
Are you starting your own podcast or something?
Would you get to the fucking point and tell me what I did?
You still got the same fucking mouth on you, don't you?
Little knock to the head doesn't wipe the sight clean.
Doesn't change what you did.
Enough of the cryptic shit, OK?
Whatever it is you have to tell me it's not worse than what I've already heard.
So get to the fucking point.
- Calm down. - I don't think I will.
I think I'm just gonna blow this little prick's brain out right now
- and be done with it. - That wasn't the deal.
I don't give a shit about the deal.
You give a shit about Frank, at least?
You've been drinking all night.
Put the gun down.
Go for a walk.
If you still want to shoot him when you've sobered up,
I'll fucking help you now.
Fuck.
Thank you.
Fuck yourself.
Wow. That's nice
I could use a drink.
Please.
I can't.
- No funny business. - There's three of you.
I'm not stupid.
Out in front.
Thanks.
Holy shit.
- Yous make this yourselves? - Family recipe.
Sort of grows on you.
Yeah, that it does.
It's hot in here.
Could be my imagination, but...
you don't seem to hate me as much as the others.
Perhaps maybe
you don't like seeing people killed in front of you.
Doesn't make you weak, Fergal.
Just makes you a normal fucking human being.
You had your drink.
Hello, Briain.
You remember me, don't you?
What the living fuck are you doing here?
Taking the air.
Just me.
You got yourself a big set of balls on you there, I'll give you that.
I want to know where he is.
Who?
Don't play dumb, Briain.
At least, not dumber than you already are.
Your cousins have my son.
You know why and you know where.
Let's say that I did.
Why the fuck would I tell you, of all people?
I'd piss off now if I were you,
before you fall and hurt yourself.
I knew you wouldn't tell me anything.
Even the village idiot isn't so stupid
they'd rat on their own family.
Then why are you here?
Cos I'd like you to send a message
to your cousins.
And what's that?
I left me damn phone down here all night.
Forget me bloody head if it wasn't screwed on.
I should really get one of those...
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
My love, are you OK?
I'm so sorry. I didn't realise. I didn't realise. I didn't.
I didn't realise.
OK, come on.
Want a game?
I'll play.
How about winner gets to walk out of here, no harm done?
- Shut up. - For how long?
How long am I gonna sit here without anyone telling me what or why...
Hey.
- You feeling better? - I am.
Got out, had a lung full of fresh air. You were right.
Clears the mind.
Get my head straight. Need to think it through.
- And I'm still gonna kill him. - Donal, Jesus!
Look out!
- No! - Help me!
Donal!
Put it out! Put it out!
Is he OK?
Fuck.
- Go and find the fucker! - He's not going nowhere.
You, on the other hand, need that looking at.
Take it.
Yeah?
Yeah, yeah, we got him.
Yeah, not at the moment, the bastard got away...
There's nowhere for him to go.
So, here we are, the Comfort Plus seat.
And the key to maximising your miles is on my blog.
I'll keep you updated throughout the flight,
let you know if the meal service is up to scratch.
Fingers crossed for short rib.
OK.
Just listen.
It doesn't fucking matter how it happened, just...
Find him.
You have to find him.
Evening. I'm Ethan.
Hi, Ethan. I don't care.
Shit.
No. No, no, no.
Yeah. It's me.
I did it, yeah.
Elliot Stanley's dead.
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