Nice beard.
Help!
I am help!
I'm Maeve's friend.
He is her complicated love interest.
I love you.
Oatcake, you alright?
I'm A-OK, Eric.
I'm fine. I'm chillaxed!
To the max!
OK then, Mr Moustache.
So you guys didn't speak much over summer?
No.
And I haven't heard from him since last term.
I always thought you two would make up.
We're not fighting.
We're just not friends anymore.
An on-campus sex clinic for teenagers is
rather entrepreneurial, in my opinion.
It shows a lot of business savvy.
We don't run the clinic anymore.
We've realised, it wasn't very ethical.
-And we-- -We stopped being friends.
We grew apart.
Oh. That's a shame.
So why aren't we friends anymore?
Nice beard.
What's your point?
Nothing.
We're just in very different places.
It's called a moustache.
Yeah, no shit.
We need to tell Hope she can't teach this stuff.
It's backwards.
She's not gonna listen.
We need to do something.
Like what?
I don't know.
Maybe we could help people, like before.
You mean take their money?
That wasn't the only thing the clinic was about, Otis.
What else was it about?
I'm not getting involved anymore.
It's not my problem.
It's not your problem?
Why?
Because you're too cool now? You don't need to care?
You didn't want to do the clinic either, Maeve.
Yeah, you're right.
And now I remember why.
I'm going to the library.
This trip is the worst.
Can't get much worse than a rogue poo.
Where's the coach?
It's getting dark.
It's gonna be cold once it's dark.
I'm panicking. Are you panicking?
No, we're not gonna starve to death, Otis.
I don't think you're taking this seriously, Maeve.
-We could die. -We're not gonna die!
Someone will drive past and we can use their phone.
-It's gonna be fine. -We should hitchhike.
OK.
How do you say "help" in French?
How do I say "help"?
Help!
I am help!
Why are you laughing?
Sorry. You're just really funny when you're stressed.
Well, you're not helping, Maeve.
What did it say…
the voicemail?
Doesn't matter.
It was ages ago.
Matters to me.
It was something like…
"Hi, Maeve."
"I'm watching you on TV right now."
"And I wanted to let you know how proud I am of you."
"And about how you saying you had feelings for me
was all I ever wanted to hear…
because it's always been you."
"I love you."
I mean, anyway, it was stupid.
Did you mean it?
Of course I meant it.
I can't-- I can't do this.
OK.
I understand.
I don't--
I don't wanna lose you again.
I know. I'm confused.
This is confusing me.
Oh, Milburn,
you're here, too.
We had no idea you were missing.
So sorry.
Come on, guys, on the coach.
On the coach!
Maeve.
Yeah?
We should talk about what happened.
Is it OK if we don't tonight?
I need to sort my head out.
That's OK.
I'm sorry.
I just wasn't expecting
what happened between us to happen.
-Yeah. -And, um…
I like Isaac.
You know, I think we have something good.
OK, I'll meet them there.
You OK?
No. I need to go to Anna's. There's an emergency.
OK.
-Do you want my bike? -No.
-It's quicker. -I can't ride a bike, Otis.
-What do you mean? -I can't.
No one ever fucking taught me, OK?
The police are here.
-Hi. -Hi.
I wanted to make sure you were OK.
Thank you.
-What are you doing here? -She needed a lift.
That's convenient.
-And what about buses? -We thought about buses too.
And you can tap her phone.
Sorry. How are you both connected to the case again?
I'm Maeve's friend.
He is her complicated love interest.
You used to be her friend
until you were an arsehole at that party.
I think the only arsehole here
is the man who deleted my voicemail
without telling her--
Right. Outside, both of you.
Outside.
-Yep. -OK.
You're always popping up where people don't want you.
-Just go home. -You don't know me.
You're always making things worse.
What are you even doing here--
Shut up, the pair of you! My sister is missing.
This is not an opportunity for you
to swing your dicks around.
I don't know how you could think of choosing this guy.
Choosing? What are you talking about "choosing"?
You're so deluded.
Oh, right.
Something happened between you guys on the trip then?
Ye-- Yeah.
Look, it doesn't mean anything.
I mean, I… I don't know what it means.
It's just, Elsie's missing.
That's all I care about right now.
Well, good luck finding her, Maeve.
Isaac, don't go.
Fuck.
Thanks, Otis.
I think I should stay and help.
No, I don't think so. You make things worse.
What do you mean?
Since stopping the clinic,
you stopped caring about anyone but yourself.
No, that's not true.
It's just not my responsibility.
I think you should go.
I don't wanna see you anymore.
Maeve.
It was never about the clinic.
I did the clinic to be close to you.
And then you made me realise I'm good at something.
And I like helping people.
And I thought you ignored my message
and it crushed my heart.
I stopped the clinic because it reminded me of you
and it sucked.
So I wanna help people.
And I know this is only about money for you,
but let's just be a team again, please.
If I can't be with you romantically,
I still wanna see you every day.
Nothing feels right when you're not around.
It wasn't just about the money for me.
I wanted to be close to you too.
-Maeve! -Good morning.
Good-- Oh, my--
Good morning. Oh, my God.
What are we gonna do today?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
OK.
I've changed my mind.
About what?
America.
I found the money, so I'm going.
Right.
When?
Now.
Wow.
-Yeah. -Oh.
You know you don't need my help with the clinic?
It's your gift.
Yeah, and what about us?
We'll have to see where we're at when I'm back.
I'm proud of you.
I mean it.
-America. -Yeah.
So this is goodbye.
No.
It's "see you soon."
OK, cool. Wish me luck.
OK.
Bye, Eric.
Bye, Maeve.