999. What's your emergency?
Hi. There's a body and blood. Like, a lot of blood.
You know, I saw this docuseries, one of those true crime ones.
- It was about a priest. - Okay.
And turns out that he ran this whole cult thing
where he said he was like some alien space angel.
I started that one.
He had everyone touch his dick, right?
Well, duh.
But the whole thing is he gets killed by one of the cult ladies.
Don't spoil it. I've only seen the first part.
It happened in real life. I can't spoil the news.
Point is, maybe that's what this is. Like a cult thing.
No way. Do you really think?
I mean, look at him. It's so cinematic.
Like, super culty.
It's almost beautiful.
Detective.
- Which one of you found him? - Him, Detective.
But I'm the one who called you lot, because he gets nervous on the phone.
- Why? - Just do.
- Does anybody else know about this? - No. Just me and him.
And you, of course.
Nice work, lads.
My boys will take it over from here.
He's dead.
Yes, I'm sure.
Is that a new tracky? Looks good.
Right, lads. See you.
- I know who you are. - Who?
Fuck me. Twat.
- No. Don't you fucking touch me. - I'm not. I won't.
But, like, you broke into my flat.
Why have you got this?
And Will's nail polish.
- He left it here. - Where is he?
- How do you know him? - It's how I know you.
- What? - Let me explain.
My ex had just left me.
- Will? - No, not Will. Just let me tell the story.
My ex, who isn't Will, had just left me,
and I was feeling super depressed about it.
And that's when I saw you.
No, that's not my account. That's not me.
I mean, that is me. That's my uni photo. But...
Can you just, like, let me tell the story, please?
I thought I knew you.
That you were the guy who does the weather in his pants.
Anyway, I decided to be bold.
Also, I was horny. And bored.
But when the door rang, it wasn't you.
- It was him. - What, Will?
Yeah, Will.
Well, what did he say?
He said he was looking for people who knew you.
Said you went to some club down the street a lot.
Maybe some of the local guys had intel about you.
Intel? Well, what the fuck did he want to know about me?
- Why didn't he just ask me? - I don't know.
I just assumed you were his boyfriend
and he thought you were cheating or something...
Okay. Then what did he say?
He and I quickly realised the miscommunication.
You know, that I thought you were the weather pants guy.
And then we just talked.
It was amazing.
And for the first time in weeks, I didn't miss my ex.
Okay. Then what?
He stayed the night. We...
You know, were involved.
He took my number.
He said he'd text me.
But he never did.
Even though he promised.
I'll text you.
And he left his stupid bag behind and everything, so I really thought he might.
Wait. No. Sorry. Can I just summarise to make sense for myself?
Go on.
So, you saw me on Horn'd,
but when you invited me over, Will came instead.
And he asked you questions about me.
- Then you guys fucked. - And he never texted me again. Yeah.
So this must have been last night. He's still local.
No, this was two months ago.
No. No, we only met on Saturday.
At that club.
We danced, and he asked for my number.
And then we went on a date, like, two nights ago.
And now he's missing, so I'm looking for him.
Well, he was looking for you way before all that.
What the shit?
This is the place.
I hope it's him.
Please.
Are you...
- Who else lives here? - Like, why would I tell you that?
I'm trying to find a person whose credit card ends in 5-6-3-4.
- Do you know who that is? - What's this about?
It's about me trying to find a person really important to me
and being led right to your door.
That credit card, it's mine. It was stolen a few weeks ago.
Seriously?
- Where? When? - I've really got no clue.
I only noticed at the shops the other day.
Right.
So it could be anyone. Anywhere.
Are you okay?
No, actually, but it's fine.
Are you crying?
- I am, yeah. Sorry. - Babe, what happened?
- There was a death in the family. - Babe.
Yeah, so I'm just a bit of a mess right now.
Come here.
I've been there. I know.
Do you...
Would you want to come in? Like, for tea or whatever?
Maybe we could both use the company.
So how do you know Jessica?
We just sort of hung out, I guess.
What about you?
I gave her a lift yesterday.
Cool.
Do you smoke?
- There you go. - Thank you.
Who are you looking for?
My twin. My brother. He's missing.
Oh, God. Missing?
Yeah. It's too sad to process, really.
What's the death in your family, if you don't mind me asking?
- My dad, actually. - Fuck.
It's okay. It is.
I mean, it's not.
But with my dad and I, it was really complicated.
Don't downplay it. That's fucking terrible. I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
Really.
I'm sorry you didn't find your brother here tonight.
But I'm really glad we've met.
I'm glad too.
Look. Will's playing you like he did me.
He plays games. He's a fuckboy. And we got fucked with.
And there's nothing more to it than that.
Wait. What about this? Why did he have this?
No idea. It was in his bag with nothing else but some nail varnish.
But I googled him. Peter Ono.
Apparently, he's some missing guy who had his finger chopped off.
I mean, how psycho is that?
He knew. He knew about Peter the whole time.
And he let... No, no, fuck that. Sorry.
He made me tell him what happened, and he acted like he had no idea.
But he knew.
Is he the one that took Peter away?
Did he kill Peter?
- Did I kiss Peter's killer? - Killer?
Look, I mean, the guy's a player, but I didn't get killer vibes.
Well, then what the fuck did he want from me?
I mean, why did he do this to me?
It's just so elaborate and bizarre. Why is he going through all this effort?
I'm breaking into offices and flats to try and find him, to make sure he's okay.
And this whole time he was fucking with me.
No. Fuck that.
Fuck him.
I just don't get how I thought he liked me.
Like, really liked me.
Like, a lot.
How did I not see it?
I am so stupid.
- No, I'm the saddest sack on earth. - Look.
I have literally no idea about anything you just said.
But you're clearly not stupid.
Right? Well, what am I, then?
Because he's the first guy who's liked me in forever,
and he turned out to be some kind of freak.
Hey, you stop that now.
I was you. Right after the breakup.
I thought no one would ever be attracted to me again.
You?
But you're so attractive.
- I don't think so. - You're crazy.
You're crazy.
Do you realise how gorgeous you are?
- Will did teach me one thing, though. - Yeah? What's that?
That it's true.
The best way to get over someone is to...
- This is okay, right? - Sure.
Okay.
- I'll be thinking about you. - You too.
I never got your name.
Mary.
- Yours? - Jess.
I'm not putting my dick in a panini press, that's for sure.
So you're gonna eat your dog?
You said just a chunk. That wouldn't kill him.
Yeah. But you're gonna have to cut the chunk off and cook it yourself.
Fine. Whatever. I'm just not panini-ing the peen.
Oh, my God. Hey. Are you okay? What happened?
Yeah, I'm fine. It's a dead end.
- But you were in there for hours. - I don't really want to talk about it.
- Sure. - Sorry. Can you take me home now?
- Hi, Elly. - Jess, where the fuck have you been?
- I was looking into that DNA match. - You totally abandoned me.
Like, I had to break into Le BarkBark without you.
Elliot, I'm sorry. I'm, like, a shell of a person right now.
Seriously, you can't just disappear like that with me.
- You know how triggering it is. - I know. All right? Elly, I'm sorry.
What happened when you broke into Le BarkBark?
I found LawDaddy, and he knew Will.
- Shit. - And I slept with him.
- Elliot. Power move. - No, that's not what it is at all.
It's me being a loser, because you're right. Will's a psycho.
He was carrying that around weeks before I ever met him.
He knew about Peter the whole time.
- What the shit? - Unhinged behaviour.
Fuck that. I'm so sorry, Elly.
So he probably definitely set up the finger stuff, then.
Duh.
- Maybe he made Peter disappear. - Maybe.
Or maybe he's just some true crime freak obsessed with Peter or something.
All we know for sure
is that there is something seriously fucking wrong with Will.
Yeah. And I'm gonna find out what.
I hate seeing this thing.
Still makes me so mad.
My mum had already given up on him by then, just a couple of months after.
I know.
What's this about cum?
Just some of her fake religious bullshit.
Fucking narcissist.
- Where is she even living now, anyway? - Somewhere stupid probably.
I need sleep.
I can't think straight.
'Cause you're gay and you shagged all night.
Excuse me.
No, no.
- Also, you can't sleep yet. - Why?
- We've got Hannah's boyfriend's thing... - Are you joking? We are not going to that.
Jess, do you realise how insane everything that's going on is?
Yeah, more than enough excuses to miss one party.
But they're gonna stop inviting us to every party.
We don't even know Hannah's boyfriend. And he's practically an infant, right?
He's at university, our uni, as a first-year student.
It's sick. It's deranged.
He's having a party before lunchtime. He's a baby.
Wait. Here's something. Think about it.
- The party's at our uni, yeah? - Yeah.
And this horrible thing that my mum made,
that was for our uni yearbook.
- And the photo Will had of you... - Was also from uni.
So what if Will went to our uni? I bet one of them knows him.
And if not, we can go to the library or something.
They'll have yearbooks and school records and shit like that.
And I think it will be good for us to go back there.
Where else are we gonna look for Will? Uni is all we got.
What am I even gonna wear?
Okay. So how am I supposed to act all happy
if Will's targeting me and I haven't slept for days?
Because being happy makes you smarter. Sleeping doesn't.
- Yeah, it's actually the opposite of that. - Elliot, shush.
These are our only other friends in the world.
I love you, but we both need more than just us.
We are more than just us.
Listen. If Will did go to our uni,
then one of them is bound to recognise him.
It's a win-win-win. We get answers,
they get us, and there's gonna be free drink.
- Jess, I just want to go to the library. - Oh, my God. You actually came.
Hey. Dance party. Dance party.
Dance party.
- No. - No.
- Not ringing any bells. - Extremely unfamiliar.
Have I hooked up with him?
You think you've hooked up with everybody.
- So none of you recognise him? - No.
- Like, not even a little bit? - Why are you asking?
- New boyfriend? - No, no, not exactly.
- It's a long story... - Speaking of...
I'm so happy youse two came. Jimmy is so excited to meet you both.
- He's such a good guy. - We can't wait.
Where's the belle of the ball, anyway?
He'll be here soon. His class ran late. You remember those seminars.
We're gonna end up on a government watchlist for being here.
You two need a little morning pick-me-up. I have something I want you to try.
Oh, my God. You're going to die.
I made it up. It's called Baby Blood.
Only three ingredients.
- Vodka, the gluten-free kind... - Thank you.
...pre-workout powder in fruit punch flavour, and MDMA.
Charlie.
It's, like, really intense and it gets the job done,
like, if you've got to be drinking all day and hold stamina, you know.
Yeah, I'll take a sip.
Oh, my God. It's actually delicious, Charlie. It's really fruity.
So fruity. You are genius, girl.
I thought we were gonna work on tracking down Will.
We are. Doesn't mean we can't have fun while we're doing it.
You don't think we need any more ingredients?
Less is more.
Look, we'll meet Jimmy, stay for a few, and then we'll check out the library.
- Okay? - While fucked off our tits?
This is only ever gonna make us sharper.
- You know I'm right. - Elliot's turn.
- Elliot didn't have any yet. - No. Okay.
Jimmerz. Hi.
Hi, babes.
Hi, Jimmerz. How's it going?
Hey.
Babe, you know Charlie and Karis already,
These are our other uni friends. This is Jess and Elliot.
- Hey, Jimmy. - We're so excited to meet you.
We've seen pictures of you...
- Yeah. - ...on Han's story.
Yeah.
Go play with your friends, babe. We'll be right here.
- He is so fun. - Isn't he just the best?
Okay, who's playing this music? I'm gonna take over.
- God. - I need a drink.
- Two songs. Then we go. - No. I can't. I can't.
- You can. You can. - Jess. No.
- Fuck, we're so hot! - Yeah, baby!
- I fucking love you, okay? - I love you too.
You're the only one who gets it.
You're the only one who gets it, all of it.
- I know I can be annoying sometimes. - Stop. I'm so annoying.
I'd probably die without... Wait. You're not annoying.
Oh, my God. You are both annoying.
Let us heal.
We have missed you two so much.
You guys are our best friends and we need to be seeing you more.
Yeah.
Seriously, we need to do this, like, at least every other week.
- Yeah. - No, every week.
I wish Peter were here.
He was always the most fun to drop with.
- That was miserable. - No, it wasn't.
But is Hannah okay? Jimmy looks 12.
Just because something's legal doesn't mean it should be.
- Yeah, it's fucking weird. - And she knows it's off as well.
Whatever filters she's been using on her thingamabob story
make him look way older.
Should we go to the union bar? That could be fun.
Jess, you said we were gonna look into Will.
- Well, we drank Baby Blood. - Jess, please.
Okay. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. You're right. Don't listen to me.
To the library. Can we skip there?
You're so dumb.
You don't have to pull me. I'm coming.
Okay, 2019 is the year I took that photo of me that Will used for Horn'd.
And the year they had that page for Peter.
Wait. The page is still in this one.
Okay, so Will must have got his from a student.
Or he was a student. Okay, wait. We should look at all the photos.
Oh, my God. That feels exquisite.
Do you want to help me look?
Do you think they'll mind if I play some music?
I really just feel like I need to dance this off.
Okay.
I think it's probably fine.
I'm not trying to start something.
I just want to be totally open with you in this moment.
Okay.
It made me feel kind of sad
that you didn't ask again about the DNA app thing.
Shit. What? Did something happen?
No, Elly, nothing happened.
It was just some girl.
It was nothing to do with Peter.
I'm sorry. I should have asked you earlier.
It's fine.
It's not fine. Yeah?
Just like Charlie's inverse mohawk phase.
- Wait. Look at Hannah. - My God. Before the reduction.
I miss them.
It was a lovely move for her spinal health,
it was a terrible loss for our nation.
It's a gorgeous pic of him.
- We swapped tops that day. - Yeah, I know.
I loved that jumper. So soft when I hugged him.
I can't believe we never found it.
It'll turn up someday.
- You've got to be fucking kidding me. - What?
Elliot, we need to get on a train to the middle of the woods. Right now.
- What? - Right now. Come on.
- What are you talking about? - Right now. Shut up. Come on.
Christina Megargee. She told me her name was Mary.
- Jess. Jess. - She went to uni with us.
She lied about her name.
Her credit card created the account that matched with me.
She has access to Peter's DNA, Elliot.
Jess. Jess, Jess. You know I support you and I'm totally here with you,
but the odds that this is the same person...
No, no, no. No, no. You have to believe me, okay?
It's the same person that I met this morning.
- The exact same girl. - I do. I do believe you.
Oh, my God. What? What?
If she went to uni with us,
she could have been the one that gave Will the yearbook.
Shit. That does make sense.
Because they are both popping up in really fucked-up ways
at the exact same time.
- Have a think about that. - Okay.
Okay. Well, what are we gonna do when we get there?
- We need a plan. - I have a plan.
We are going to go to her creepy little cottage,
we're gonna kick down her door and we're gonna destroy her.
I don't know, Jess. That feels really reckless.
Like, we're both kind of on drugs right now.
Christina Megargee. She is a lying fucking snake.
No. The gate's locked. What are we gonna do?
Be careful. You could have snapped your neck.
Listen in, and if things get sketchy call the police.
- I hate this so much. - I'll be back with answers.
- I'm muting you now. - Jess. No. Jess.
Jess!
- Come in. I'll tell you... - About what?
- About you being... - Why I lied to you.
Jess. Jess. Jess!
- What the fuck is that? - Jesus. It's Chrysanthemum.
- It lives in there? - She's my pet, yeah.
You could have really hurt her. It's okay, girl.
Don't worry. All right. All right. Mummy's here.
- Okay. - Fuck.
Jess, pick up.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Why did you lie to me about who you are? What do you know?
- Let's talk inside. - Yeah, fuck that.
I'm not going back into your creepy little cottage full of antlers and lies.
It's dodgy. You are dodgy.
I'm not dodgy, Jess. Please. Just trust me here.
Yeah. Police, please.
Hi.
My friend, she's trapped in, like, a cottage
with maybe a killer or a kidnapper.
You've just gotta come help her, please. I don't know where we are.
- It's not what you're thinking. - What am I thinking, then?
That I had something to do with your brother going missing.
Exactly. How did I get that DNA match, then?
Why does the account lead back to you?
Because it wasn't Peter you matched with.
Help. My friend, she's trapped in there with a crazy person.
Okay, sir.
And I can't get in because the gate's locked.
Okay. Please calm down.
Okay. Okay.
- She's just through here. - Calm down.
So who did I match with, then?
And why did you breathe all creepy on the phone and not say anything?
- Jess! It's this way, Officers. - Slow down, sir.
Jess. She screamed.
Like, she really screamed, and then the call got cut off.
Like, she might have been stabbed or something.
No, you've got to break down the door. She screamed.
I swear.
Elliot.
Why are the police here?
What do you mean, why are the police here?
Sorry, Officers. I think there's been a misunderstanding. No one's home, so...
Elliot, our car's here. Let's go.
Drop the stick.
Jess. What the fuck?
Jess.
- Jess, there are no cars here. - It's happening.
Jess. Jess. Talk to me.
- Jessica. - Christina?
- Yeah, Christina. That's us. Let's go. - What is going on?
- Why did you scream like that? - Not now.
- Are you kidding? He doesn't even care. - Fucking wait, Elliot.
Right, now can you just tell me what happened? Jess.
Jess, what happened back there that the driver can't know about?
- Jessica. - The DNA match is her. Tina.
Jess. Jess. What does that even mean?
Listen to me. I need you to trust me.
- Why should I? - No, wait.
...break down the door. She screamed.
My dad gave me this. He said it was a photo of my mum.
But that's you and your brother, isn't it?
I think we have the same mum, Jess.
Yeah, it does sound a bit crazy.
A long-lost sister when you're looking for your long-lost brother.
She has a picture of Mum holding me and Peter
and my mum is fully pregnant in it.
She's had some secret kid that we didn't know about
with this priest who is Tina's dad, and he was killed yesterday.
Okay. Then why did we tell the police nothing happened?
- Well, she said not to trust them. - Jess, this is too much right now.
I can't explain it, but I believe her.
I just know she's telling the truth. She is my sister.
- I can feel it in my bones. - So why did you scream?
You know that tiny horse out front?
It scurried towards me, and I threw my phone at it.
It was just a whole thing.
So what now, then?
She said she'd come find me when it's safe.
- Did Peter know about her? - I don't know yet.
And what about Will? Did she know Will?
- Is he your other brother or something? - Please don't be mean right now.
I'm not being mean, Jess.
It's just... What? This sketchy rando tells you
that she's your long-lost sister and that the police can't be trusted.
And you're just, like, what?
You're just like, "Great. That sounds good."
- I'm not an idiot, Elliot. - No, you're not an idiot.
You're too trusting. You're too kind. You're dangerously...
Why does my stupid fucking grandma keep calling me? Jesus. Fuck.
Hi, Granny.
Elliot Robertson Byrd, where the bloody hell are you?
I'm home, Grandma. Sorry.
- I didn't have my phone. - Hamatha's having a fit.
Her poor Piana has been waiting for 20 minutes.
- What's a Piana? - Hello, Elliot. Earth calling.
Elliot, where are you? Hamatha's granddaughter.
You promised to take her out at the cake tasting.
No, but I'm not feeling well. No, no. I can't go right now, Grandma.
Elliot Byrd, if you're willing to embarrass me like this,
then I'm unwilling to pay your rent.
- No, Grandma... - She's a model, Elliot.
What kind of man doesn't want to go on a date with a model?
Okay. Okay. I'll go meet Piana.
- Fuck! - Where are you going?
I have to go on a fucking date with a fucking model.
We have the same mum, Jess.
What the fuck?
You've reached voicemail. Please leave your message after the beep.
Hey. It's Jess, your daughter.
I need to talk to you about the kid you had after me and Peter.
I've met her.
Yeah, so if you could just give me a call, please.
And...
Thank you.
So, what do you do?
Literally nothing, Piana.
I'm a model.
Yeah, I know all about that, Piana.
Don't cry.
It's okay, Mummy.
I've cracked ones like you before, you know.
And what are ones like me?
Ones who think acting like they don't care will make me easier to get.
Spot on, Piana. Shall I get the bill?
Sure, Elliot. We can play the long game here.
- Why have you got Will's bag? - He left it here.
- Something you want to say to me, Elliot? - Where'd you get that bag from?
- Not heard this one before. - No, I'm not fucking around, Piana.
- Where the fuck is that bag from? - Potty mouth, aren't you?
It's from Cross'd. It's a boxing gym.
They give you a free one after your third class.
- Hey. - Jess.
The bag... Will's bag... The tote bag.
The one that was at LawDaddy's flat.
The one with the Peter yearbook photo in it.
It's from a boxing gym called Cross'd.
- Why does that sound familiar? - Well, I looked it up. It's by the docks.
Hang on.
- What? Will goes to Cross'd? - Well, I don't know.
But he's been there at least three times,
or someone he knows has been there at least three times.
Basically, someone there might know him.
Or know where he is. Or know someone who knows where he is.
- Let's go now. - Really?
Yeah. I want to find out what the fuck's going on. I'll meet you there. Bye.
- Oh, my God. - What?
It's where Will took me on our date.
Let me take you somewhere else after this.
You're not serious?
Will took you there?
Yep. Sketchiest fucking place.
Should never have trusted him.
Let's go inside. This shit's ridiculous and I want answers now.
- What the fuck? - Let's go look for Will.
Hello.
Hello. Hello.
He's not here.
We're looking for Will. His name's Will.
Do you know him? His name's Will.
Will.
No, we're not boxing.
Get off!
Jess. Jess. Jess.
Hey, Crossies. Let's do this.
Are y'all ready to get Cross'd?
Are y'all ready to pummel the shit out of those bags
and get fucking drunk after?
Then let's get fucking Cross'd.
My name is Pauly P,
and now it's time
to get Cross'd!