Ms. X (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

1
[metal door clanging]
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[exhales]
[whispers] Oh my God.
[distant banging]
[dog barking]
[closer banging]
[heavy breathing]
[footsteps approaching]
[door rattling]
[loud banging on door]
[metal creaking]
[metal creaking]
[quietly] What the fuck Jerry?
[intro music]
[ominous music]
[police sirens in distance]
[tense music]
[lid unscrewing]
[gate creaking]
[tense music]
[door creaking]
[footsteps]
[suspenseful music]
[ominous suspenseful music]
[woman screams]
- [Man] Ow, Jesus, Mia! Ow!
- Jerry, what the fuck?
- What are you doing?
- Leaving you a note.
Well just send me a text, Jesus!
I didn't want to wake you up.
[Mia] What's going on?
Read it.
[Jerry] I was having dinner
with some clients.
They kept on buying
this Aussie Shiraz.
I was too drunk to drive home,
so I slept in the car.
But I think it might
have paid off.
You got the PwC contract?
Boom! Brand new photocopiers
on every single floor.
All supplied by JB Print.
How many floors is that,
you ask?
Well, that would be
[stage whispers] 41.
[groggily] Wow. That's great.
Jesus, Mia!
I'm working my fucking ass off.
That's all I get?
Can't you just take
the morning off?
God, we've barely seen you.
You think I want to work
with these asshole clients?
I'm doing this to keep
our heads above water, Mia.
I don't need you
piling on as well.
Okay, well don't be so dramatic.
What else do you want from me?
[Mia exhales angrily]
Okay
I've got a million things to do
back at the office, okay?
And then I've got to drive down
for this conference
this afternoon.
- [Mia] Yeah, you said.
- Listen, listen.
[Jerry] I know,
- I haven't been around enough.
- [Mia sniffs]
And I'm sorry, okay?
I just need a couple more days.
Just two more days
and I'm back, I promise,
and I will shut
all this shit down,
and I'll spend
some quality time with the kids.
Actually, no. You know what?
No quality time
for the kids. I
I'm going to get rid
of the kids.
- Permanently.
- Well, I could do it.
I mean, what, do
you want to keep them?
No, no. I'm kind of attached
to the younger one, I guess.
- Okay. Fair enough.
- [Mia chuckles]
Look, I'm sorry,
I've really got to go.
But it's only a couple
of days, okay? You'll be fine
- without me.
- Yeah.
I love you, baby.
[gentle music playing]
[door opening and closing]
[exhales]
[grunts]
[metallic rattling]
[clinking]
[heavy breathing]
[ominous music]
[girl] You can't just go
into my room and use my stuff!
Like what if I went
on your Minecraft world
and deleted half of it?
It's not fair. I'm telling Mom.
Mom!
- [banging]
- Mom!
Tell Max he has
to replace my moisturizer.
He's wasted
like half the bottle.
My knees were dry.
Oh my gosh,
it's Clinique, you knob.
Do you know how much
a bottle of that is worth?
More than your life,
you fucktard.
[Mia] Olivia! Language.
Why'd you get
that moisturizer, Olivia?
- Shut your mouth.
- Was it for Wayne?
[Mia] Who's Wayne?
I'm going
to straight up murder you.
Who's Wayne?
- Her English teacher.
- What?
I hate you.
Do you think
she means you or me?
I don't know.
Hey, guys. I'm writing a list of
everything that needs to be done
in the house after school.
All hands on deck.
[Olivia] You sound like Nana
when you say that.
Dylan's birthday's tomorrow.
Dad said I could stay
at his house tonight.
- Well Dad's not here, is he?
- Yeah. What else is new?
He's at a conference
for the next few days, okay?
He's busy.
Mom, he sells photocopiers.
How busy can he be?
Shut up Max!
[grunts] What are you doing?
I've told you, Mom.
I'm vegan now.
I can't eat
all this processed crap.
Vegan food's the most processed.
[Mia] Okay, you need
to eat something.
Yeah, well,
I'll eat something at school.
Also, if Max is allowed
to go to Dylan's,
I'm gonna go to Taylor's.
I want to talk
to her mom about uni.
She's about to make partner,
and I'm on Head Girl track.
Since when do you want
to be Head Girl?
And the credit card's
for emergencies only!
Don't think I don't
check the statements.
Mom, we know you don't
check the statements.
What's going on with her?
Have I done something?
Nah, she's just freaked.
I told you about Mr. Ambrose.
- Wayne?
- Yep.
He's new.
All the girls think he's hot.
- Well is he?
- Oh, totally.
[upbeat music]
Oh God no.
Kia ora e te whānau
Mōrena Sean!
Max. Hey, uh, Mia.
I'm not going to keep you.
Just a quick reminder
about Wednesday night.
And do you need
any help from me?
- Oh, neighborhood watch.
- [both] Yes.
Your turn to host.
Lots on the agenda.
I'm sure you've noticed all the
excess road cones on the road,
which is not only
a bloody nuisance,
but a total waste of resources.
- [Sean] And the big kids
- Yes, I'm sure.
[Sean] who keep hanging down at
the five year old playground-
So looking forward to it, Sean
Gotta go.
Okay, yeah. All right.
Ka kite. Hey, and don't forget.
Hey, Max.
[upbeat music]
[music continues]
Hey, Mia.
- Todd's dad is such an asshole.
- [Max] Mom!
[Olivia] Mom, you're not allowed
to cut the line.
[car engine running]
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, honey.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, sweetie.
Hi, I thought
that parking on yellow lines
was numero uno on the agenda
at our last PTA meeting.
[laughs] Hi, Bridget.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I didn't realize
you were unwell.
Uh, I'm not.
Oh!
Congratulations
on making partner.
Yeah, thank you. Any day now.
Okay. Well, you rest up.
- See you soon, Mimi.
- Yep, see you soon.
[engine starting]
$68.20, thanks.
[beeping]
[receipt printing]
[beeps]
I'll just take the cheese.
Okay.
[beeping]
$20.
[beeping]
Maybe you should go
to Pak N Save.
[tense music]
[woman on phone] Thank you
for waiting, Mrs. Bennett.
I've found the problem.
Your account was frozen
when your overdraft limit
was reached.
Oh. Oh,
what's the overdraft limit?
Um, sorry. Because your account
is in your husband's name,
you'll need
to pop into a branch--
No, I just need access
to my own bank account.
My name should be on it.
Um, I'm sorry. I just
You know what? Forget it.
I'll just ask him myself.
[tires screeching]
[whispers] Stop it!
Mia!
- Hi, Monica.
- This is so crazy.
I was just thinking about you!
Did you hear
about the PwC contract?
- Yeah.
- Amazing, right?
I hope Jerry gives
you the credit, though,
because behind every great man
is a wonderful woman.
It's really sweet. Listen,
I need to ask Jerry something.
Is he in his office?
Jerry? No. He left already.
For the conference.
He said he wasn't leaving
till this afternoon.
Oh, um, well,
he called me from the road
and said that he got
everything done. Quick Smart.
So, yeah. Made tracks early.
Right.
[Monica] Mia, wait.
[tense music]
Sorry it's such a mess in there.
[suspenseful music]
[papers rustling]
[keys clacking]
[beeps]
[suspenseful music]
- [computer beeps]
- [Mia sighs]
He's at a conference.
Don't be crazy.
[musical ringtone]
Hi, sorry. I'm driving. Shit!
[Sally] Oh, I called
you yesterday.
You didn't call back.
I thought something
had happened.
No, no, I'm still alive.
Just busy, Mom.
[Sally] Well,
you know who isn't alive?
Carol's husband.
Heart attack,
funeral was last week,
but she's right back
into her tennis.
Good for her.
Hey, how are the kids?
Yeah, good.
Uh, Jerry's away again.
[Sally] Again? Oh, gosh.
He's been away an awful lot.
Well, you know, he's busy, Mom.
[Sally] Your cousin Rachel
travelled a lot for her work.
Then she left Richard
for her legal aid.
Poor man. Completely broken.
Jesus, Mom.
[Sally] Are you down a well, you
sound like you're down a well.
I've gotta go. Call you later.
Love you Mom.
Shit! Oh!
[brakes screech]
- [vehicular impact]
- [Mia grunts]
[car reversing]
[heavy breathing]
Oh shit.
[brake cranking]
Oh, shit!
[man] Okay.
Documented crash site,
corner of Newcastle Terrace
and Arthur Street
Oh, and some serious damage
to the victim's right leg.
Pain seems to be centralized
around the lateral tibial area.
- Okay, and also damage
- Um
to the bumper
of the victim's recently
restored vintage van, so that
is going to be expensive.
Um. Excuse me. Hi.
Oh, yeah. Here we go.
There she is.
This is the cause
of the said accident.
Recklessly ignoring
the two-second rule.
What? You hit me.
Calm down, lady, please.
I just need your name. Okay.
I'm going to need it
for the police report.
- Oscar?
- Yep.
I mean, no, I mean what?
That's not my name.
- What's your name?
- Oscar Clarke, it's Mia.
- Mia, oh!
- Mia!
Oh, snap! Mia! The Kettle?
Oh, my God, it's been,
like ten years.
Oh, no, it's been 18 years.
It's been 18 years. Oh, man.
- Holy shit. Oh!
- [Mia chuckles]
Mia Kettle!
Well, Mia Bennett now.
- I'm married. 15 years.
- Oh! Look at you, girl.
Yeah. Putting those London party
days behind you, am I right?
Well, that was actually
more your sister than me.
Yeah. Oh, my God,
Jules used to get on it, eh?
Yeah. [chuckles]
[Oscar] So, like, um, like,
what are you doing? You
Are you still riding ambulances?
Saving lives?
Oh, God.
No, no, no, I stopped that.
I'm a full-time mom.
- Mean.
- Yeah.
That's the hardest job
in the world, am I right?
Oh, yeah. I mean, it's
the best thing for the kids,
- isn't it? Yeah.
- Yeah.
And what about you, huh?
Let me guess. Tech, right?
You were always making
those little things.
Yeah, well, you know, I got a,
I got a few patents
pending things.
Yeah. I'm actually,
you know, I'm actually
talking to Hammer Hardware
about stocking this,
um, this like self-tightening
rope that I'm in.
- Oh, like, like elastic?
- Yeah. Sort of.
Yeah.
But yeah,
but I'm a P.I. anyway now.
- Wow!
- Like a private investigator.
What?
- I mean, that's amazing.
- Yeah.
Like, what things
do you investigate?
Well, I've just sort of.
I'm just sort of
growing the business
at the moment.
But, you know,
I've got this real like,
like a startup energy
kind of Silicon Valley feel.
- Of course.
- Anyway,
this doesn't look so good.
Yeah, we should exchange info.
Oh, yeah.
Actually, um, about that.
So my cousin,
he owns a garage
because he's a mechanic
and it's right
next to my office.
And like this guy, he's like,
he's like the best.
He's fucking Chewbacca.
He'll fix anything.
So you don't want
to go through insurance?
No, no, no,
I do not want to mess with
your no-claims bonus.
That's my number.
Yeah. Now this.
This is nothing, I got you.
Just
There we go. And
Jesus! There we go.
Just pop, pop that in there.
[thumping]
- [plastic crunching]
- There we go. Easy.
Boom! Anything else
wrong with the car?
- Um, a few things.
- Yep. Sweet.
Okay, well, he'll fix that too.
On the house.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Okay. Just like, um,
it's so good to see you.
Like, just like,
call me or something.
- Yeah.
- Oh, and call George.
Because he is, like,
honestly, he's the fucking best.
He'll fix anything.
He's Chewbacca.
[imitating Chewbacca] Urrgh!
[engine revving]
[horn honking]]
[funky music playing]
Girl
You think you got it bad? ♪
Okay.
All right, well,
that looks bad, but it's not.
Oh, that looks really bad.
Is that me?
No. Well,
the tower signifies change,
so it's kind of like
your fear is holding you back
from changing things.
[Mia] Okay, so what? I'm jumping
out of my burning marriage
and falling into a frumpy,
middle aged death like this guy.
Well, at least
that guy looks free.
Oh, Trace. I'm fine. I'm free.
We're also broke.
Oh, and Jerry didn't wear
his wedding ring to work.
- I found it in a thermos.
- What?
I do you really think
he's that much of a cliché?
Come on. He's sleeping
with his stupidly hot secretary.
Fuck, she is really nice.
Yeah, the contemporary
dancer that I caught,
Eve scissoring,
she was really nice as well.
Every marriage
has their bumps, right?
- I mean, I love him.
- You're used to him.
He's comfortable.
It's like socks, you know?
[Mia] I'm so lame.
I used to be so much fun.
Don't you ever want
to go back to your 20s?
- Ooh, no.
- [Mia] No?
- Do things differently?
- No fucking way.
You couldn't pay me
to go back to my 20s.
I loved my 20s.
Mate, you just need Botox.
You pop it here, here, here,
if you want to.
- Boom! Eternal youth.
- [Mia grunts]
Or I can cut you a fringe.
Come into the salon.
Oh, God. No, not with
this huge forehead. No way.
[Tracey laughs]
I just, I don't know,
I just feel like
I'm a supporting character,
you know, in my own life.
I want, I want, I want stories
to tell, you know, good ones.
Yeah, well, you need
to do something for yourself.
Outside of the family.
Do you think I should
leave my husband?
I think you should do whatever
you fucking want to do.
For once.
Starting
with drinking some wine.
- Just drink some more wine.
- Oh, God. I'm gonna get drunk.
[wine sloshing]
[TV] Escalating violence
between rival gangs
- on the influx
- [Mia exhales]
of 501 deportees from Australia.
The deportees, most
of whom have not lived
in New Zealand for decades,
are believed to be responsible
for the rise in violent attacks
on our streets.
[sighs]
[minimalist music]
[minimalist music continues]
[music fades]
You asshole.
[heavy breathing]
[high pitch eerie sound]
[quirky music]
[quirky music continues]
[running water in the distance]
[knocking]
[running water stops]
[dialing]
[ringtone sounds in distance]
[Oscar] Hello!
Oscar?
Yeah. Who's this?
- Hey, Mia!
- Oh!
What are the chances? Hey, let
me just finish up on this call.
Okay? I'll be right with you.
No, no. It's me.
It's me calling.
- Hello? Yeah.
- It's me.
Wait. Mia! What?
How are you doing this?
You're blowing my mind.
Could you, could you
put a towel on, please?
What? Oh! Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Uh, bye.
- [phone clatters]
Okay. All clear.
Just fill me in.
How are you here?
Well, you gave me
your cousin's card,
you know, to get the car fixed.
Oh, snap. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's right.
George is the best.
- Um, I just
- Hey, cuzzie! Open up!
Here he is.
Hey, can you hook my friend up?
Uh, no, no, no, it's, it's okay.
I actually wanted
to ask you something.
Okay. Uh
Well, yeah. Then, um,
step into my office.
[both imitating Chewbacca]
[funky music playing]
[Oscar] Hey.
So I know what you're thinking.
World's biggest,
but no, it's true.
It's actually, like,
technically really accurate.
Yeah. I bought this place
just before Netflix landed here.
I mean, [scoffs]
Who could see
that coming, right?
So now I just, like,
mainly sell DVDs on TradeMe.
Oh, you live here too?
Yeah. Oh, yeah. Hell yeah.
You think I could afford a place
like this and rent a pad?
No! Huh.
So, what do you want?
You want some rentals?
I could probably do, like,
five weeklies for ten bucks.
No, I, um, I actually wanted
to talk to you as a P.I., maybe.
[Mia clears throat]
Okay. So is like,
everything all good?
Well, it's my husband, Jerry.
He's at a conference.
- For photocopiers.
- Cool, cool.
Kind of obsolete, but cool.
It's a long story,
but I found some,
some underwear today,
and he left his wedding rings
in the thermos at home.
Yeah, yeah.
Enough said, enough said.
Just, I can,
I can track him down.
[phone unlocking]
You know what? That sounds
weird. I'm fine. We're fine.
He's at the Hotel Royal.
How the hell did you do that?
Track my phone.
I didn't even know
that was a thing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh. [speechless]
That's great.
That's all I needed you for.
[laughing nervously]
Oh, my God, I feel so stupid.
Just because my husband's
out of town at a hotel.
Oh no, he's not out of town.
Well, yeah,
he left this morning.
No, no he didn't.
He's in the Hotel Royal
in the city.
- It's like ten minutes away.
- What?
Oh, shit.
[whispers] Oh my God.
- Oh, shit. This is it.
- Oh, what?
This is my first case.
Wait. I thought you'd
done this before.
I call shotgun, let's go. Mia!
Oh, shit. Oscar!
[tool buzzing]
What's he doing?
[Oscar] Hooking you up.
Hey, cuz?
Can I borrow a car?
I got a case.
So I can't use mine because
it's got to be low profile.
Oh, no, no, no, it's okay.
We're not going. Okay.
Just-just get him
to put the wheels down.
No, no, you gotta
carpe that diem.
You have got to
"Oh, captain, My captain."
Hey, listen,
the Mia that I know,
would not put up with that
sort of shit from anybody.
[upbeat music]
Let's go sleuth
this motherfucker.
- Okay.
- Oh, I mean
- bags not driving.
- What? Okay.
[car engine running]
I can't believe my husband's
cheating on me!
[Mia] I'm gonna. I'm gonna-
Maybe, just maybe just
pump the brakes a little bit.
He's in the city?
He's having
an affair down the road?
- [aggressive honking]
- Move!
- [tires screeching]
- [Oscar] Ooh!
They were touch and go.
Maybe there's an explanation.
Maybe the conference moved.
No. Come on.
It'd be a logistical nightmare.
God! He's lying. He's a liar.
He's a lying son of a cunt face.
- Mia?
- Yes.
Just relax, okay? I got you.
[heavy breathing] Thanks.
Not to break the moment, though,
but can you keep your eyes
on the road, please?
- [tires screeching]
- [Oscar] Oh!
[heavy breathing] Sorry about that.
[groans]
[tense music]
[brakes screeching]
[brakes screeching]
- Okay. Do we have a plan?
- We? No, no.
I'm gonna have
a little chat to him, okay?
Maybe it's, just like
scare him a little bit.
Okay. Catch him in the act.
Get some video footage so we can
really hit him where it hurts
All right, listen,
we got him on here,
so I need you to look out.
Don't worry.
I've done this heaps.
You just told me
this was your first time.
Do you have any cash?
[rustling of papers]
Please don't fuck this up.
I got you.
[quirky music]
[grunts] Oof!
Jesus.
Thank you. Have a great day.
[tense music]
[receptionist] Excuse me!
- [Receptionist] Uh, oi
- Yeah?
Yes, you can just leave
that here. Thank you.
Sorry, man. I just told the guy
that I'd take it right up
to his room.
Hotel policy. Sorry.
Hey.
Real talk?
This guy said he'd
give me a big tip
if I dropped it off to his room.
Yeah. Nah.
Still no.
Okay, listen. Real, real talk.
I really need that money, man.
See, I'm adopted, right?
And I used Google Earth
find my birth family in India.
And it turns out that my mom,
she's terminally ill, so,
I'm just trying to save up
as much money as I can
so I can go back and, you know,
see her before she,
before she dies.
Isn't that the plot
from the movie Lion?
Yeah.
Oh.
Go nuts, bro.
- I love that movie.
- Yes!
- Fuck yeah, bro.
- [receptionist laughs]
[elevator bell dings]
[tense music]
[music fades]
[pumping himself up]
[knocks]
[door unlocks]
I didn't order anything.
There's no food in there,
is there?
Did she send you?
Why didn't she come herself?
Well,
let's just say
I'm looking out for her.
[door creaking]
[Jerry sighs]
[impressed whistle]
Lookie, lookie. Mr. Fancy Pants.
- [Jerry] Where is she?
- Oh, downstairs.
Waiting.
- Jez.
- Waiting for what?
Waiting for me to report back.
It's up to you what I say.
I can be your best friend.
[sniffs]
Or I can be
your worst nightmare.
It's gotten out of hand.
Okay, I know that.
Hey, you betrayed
a trust, Jerry.
That's not something
to overlook.
Why don't you show the lady
some goddamn respect?
We can still work this out.
Okay?
Listen, just tell her
that I just wanted out.
But I didn't know how to say it,
and I knew she'd get angry.
But, you know,
we can still figure this out.
Say sorry.
What?
[slowly] Say you are sorry.
She needs to hear that.
Yeah, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
I am so fucking sorry.
Just, uh. Okay.
Yeah. Just, uh.
Just one more on camera, please.
[Jerry yells]
[groans] Ow!
Fuck, man. You got me.
[fast knocking on door]
You said she was downstairs!
Oh, what?
She came up here. That's.
Oh, man. Now it is a party.
[whispers] Oh fuck.
[pained grunt]
[intriguing music]
Hey, that's not Mia. That's
Is that who you're banging?
She's, she looks
kind of intense.
What the fuck did you just say?
How do you know Mia?
What? Mia sent me.
What? Mia sent you?
Where is she?
So, have you
been listening at all?
She is downstairs, bro.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck is that?
- [insistent knocking]
- [woman] Jerry, it's me.
- Oh shit. Okay, look.
- [woman] Open the door.
- You need to go.
- No, no. No, wait. No!
You're just
a cheating son of a bitch.
- We've got someth--
- We are done here.
- [Oscar grunts]
- Okay, listen.
Um, you need to go get Mia.
You need to take her home, okay?
Tell her that I will be there
later on tonight.
You need to look after her.
- [insistent knocking]
- Do you understand?
- Ow! Jesus Christ.
- Hey.
Just tell me
you'll look after her.
Yeah I got it. Get Mia,
tell her you'll see her tonight.
Fucking Jesus Christ, okay!
Got it.
[eerie tense music]
[notification tone]
[eerie music intensifies]
[muffled arguing]
[softly] Ow
Hiya. Good. Thanks.
[elevator bell]
[quirky upbeat music]
Did you see him?
What happened?
What happened? Was she there?
Who is she?
What does she look like?
She ugly?
Tell me she's ugly. Oh, fuck.
Well, maybe that's worse.
My God, I've been freaking out.
Listen, on a scale
of 1 to 10, okay,
it was pretty well.
What?
Did you film him?
Oh, shit. I forgot to film him.
She looked so strong.
So there was a woman?
That lying son of a bitch.
I tell you what.
There was a dude.
A really big dude.
Jesus. Like, like,
like a threesome?
Well, he admitted okay,
he admitted to cheating,
but he's all alone.
Oscar, you're
not making any sense.
[groaning] Oh my God.
- Ow!
- Jesus. You're bleeding.
Huh? Yeah.
He hit me with a tiny statue.
Who did? Jerry did that?
Oscar. Oh! Oscar. Oscar.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my God, what is happening?
Shit!
- [loud thud]
- [people screaming]
[brakes screeching]
What are you doing, George?
[upbeat music]
[Oscar groaning in pain]
I need a first aid kit.
[distant sirens]
Make way! Make your way
up the stairs. Mind the stairs.
Where are you?
Stay with him.
Okay. Just put him
on the, on the bench
[clattering]
[Oscar groaning in pain] Oh!
How old is this kit?
No! Oh, why
do people keep doing that to me?
[Oscar groaning] Oh.
Oh, am I gonna make it?
Yes. Just stay still.
And I need my car back, okay?
No more hook ups.
I have school pickup on Monday,
and the paint better be dry.
[Oscar] I'm really sorry.
Oh, listen, it's not that bad.
It'll barely leave a scar.
No, I mean about Jerry.
I mean, that just sucks bad.
It was weird, too. It was
a real iffy vibe in that room.
It was, it was kind of like he
was expecting me, you know?
Then he said for me to
look after you, which is
[scoffs]
I don't need looking after.
Yeah. Hey, what's-what's
happening over here?
It's just
a little old trick, okay?
- No. All good.
- It's gonna sting.
No, I'm usually pretty
good with this kind of,
[yelps] Oh, fuck. Oh!
Fuck it. Oh, shit.
- Jeez!
- [whispers] Sorry, sorry, sorry.
[Oscar groans]
[Oscar groans]
It's under your hair.
You won't even see it.
Thank you for today.
I told you, I got you, Kettle.
You have blood on your shirt.
You should soak it.
Like in the rain?
Oh, my God.
That'll take ages.
[door creaks]
Hello?
[forceful exhale]
[solemn music]
[music fades out]
[dramatic tense music]
[exhales]
[intense dramatic music]
[car honks]
[door unlocks]
What the fuck?
Check it out. Sick, right?
I told you he was good.
I can't take the kids
to school in this.
What? Why not?
Moms will be hella jealous.
I want my old car back.
What? I can't undo a paint job.
Well, could you just
put the regular wheels
back on for God's sake?
Okay, okay.
You don't need to get so,
like, shouty.
Jerry didn't come
home last night.
Oh, no, that's,
that's messed up.
[stammers]
I don't know where he is.
And now he's not
answering his phone.
I think I've got
to go to the police.
Yeah, well, no. No, no.
What? Say what?
That you hired me to break
into some guy's hotel room,
and then I got
into a fight with him,
and now we don't
know where he is?
No. I've seen Making a Murderer.
I know what happens next.
Okay, well,
then where is he, Oscar?
Maybe schtupping
that hot blonde woman.
I know I would be. Am I right?
Go home please.
- Yeah, sorry. Yeah, yeah, cool.
- Go!
I should never have come
to see you in the first place.
I made a huge mistake.
And when Jerry gets home,
we will talk about this
like rational fucking adults.
Because I am
a rational fucking adult.
And rational fucking adults
don't just stalk their husbands,
and they certainly don't
drive red fucking cars
with gold fucking wheels.
Okay. Yeah.
Could we go our separate ways
after you drop me home?
It's just quite,
it's quite a long walk.
Yes. [exhales]
Just need to get changed.
- Yeah, yeah. All good.
- Okay.
I ain't got no muscle
No hustle, no backbone ♪
I stand alone, I'll triple ♪
[music playing on radio]
Passport in my left hand
Thinking that you got next ♪
Heck, hope you ain't
Holding your breath man ♪
Cause I'm out here I'm hungry
I don't play around. Trust me ♪
Ain't had this much drive
Since my Honda Civic got rusty ♪
And my girl said
She loved me ♪
It's funny
Just thinking back ♪
Study hard for that 9 to 5 ♪
Like I thought
I'd actually be good with that ♪
[brakes screeching]
- [Mia] Fuck this.
- Mia?
Get it while I'm living
All I ever hear's the clock ♪
Tick, tick, ticking
So I'm 'bout my business ♪
And I'm running, I'm running
I'm running with it now ♪
They don't wanna give it up ♪
[muffled music]
What the fuck?
Where's the sign?
Monica?
[door squeaks]
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
What is this place?
[music intensifies]
[screams]
What the fuck is happening?
[Mia sobs]
[exhales]
Am I a total loser?
No, you're
a rational fucking adult.
I must be a loser.
My husband left me by text,
and now he's ghosting me
because he's run off
with some woman or man.
I don't even know his type.
Blonde, I think,
like hot blonde.
Fuck sorry, I did that again.
I just keep saying that.
Hey, can I just say that most
men that cheat on their wives,
they don't also make
their entire office disappear.
Can you show me his text?
Actually, can I just?
Sorry, can I just?
"I'm so sorry I've left you.
Sobering"
"Lol in casket. C364."
LOL in casket? Like what?
Laugh when you're dead?
That's cold.
No. He swipes,
so he makes tons of mistakes.
Oh, yes.
It's probably a mistake.
It probably autocorrected
when he was swiped.
Wait. Hold on.
[mumbling]
"Sobering" is "something".
"I left you something."
Oh, yeah. Like an explanation
as to why he's
screwing someone else.
Yeah, and "LOL"
could be "Look", so
"Look in casket." Holy shit.
This isn't CSI.
Do you know anyone
who's dead? Well, not.
I mean, no, maybe someone who's,
like, about to die.
Can you please stop?
Yeah. Okay. You're right, it's,
probably was just LOLing you.
An asshole.
[Mia] "Castle"?
We used to have
a storage unit at Castle.
You store stuff in a castle?
Castle Storage! Westmere Road.
Casket could mean that.
Oh wait, wait, wait.
"I left you something."
"Look in Castle."
No.
You just Beautiful Mind-ed
that shit. Fuck CSI.
- Where are you going?
- We are going to your Castle,
and I'm gonna figure out
those numbers on the way.
Oh shit.
[Mia] How are we
supposed to get in?
I don't have a swipe card.
[Oscar] There's no guard.
Someone's leaving.
Let's carpe the fucking diem.
Okay. Fuck it.
[tense music]
[music continues]
[lock rustling]
[lock clicks open]
That lying piece of shit!
[door clanking]
[mysterious music]
[door squeaks]
[mysterious music]
[Mia] Look, look.
Look!
[Oscar] Oh, snap!
[whispers] C364!
[music intensifies]
[rustling of papers and plastics]
[mysterious music]
[heavy breathing]
[Oscar] Maybe there's a guard.
Where are you going?
You stay here.
[door clatters]
[low mysterious music]
[suspenseful music]
[music imitates heartbeat]
[exhales]
[whispers] Oh my God!
[distant banging]
[banging closer]
[heavy breathing]
[ringtone sounds]
Shit, shit!
How bizarre. How bizarre ♪
[whispers] Hello.
[Max] Mom. People are here.
Where are you?
What people?
Sean. And he brought
half the street.
Cha brought her kids and they
won't stop going in my room.
Okay just put the kettle on
and I'll be right there.
[Max] Can't I just tell them
to leave?
- No it's our turn to host.
- [loud banging]
[footsteps]
[loud banging]
[metal creaking]
[grunts]
What the fuck Jerry!
[Oscar] Oi! Meathead!
[Oscar] Hey!
[running footsteps]
[fast-paced tense music]
[heavy breathing]
[Oscar] Start the car!
- [Mia] Ready?
- [Oscar] Go, go, go!
[Oscar] Jeez!
It's the tall guy
from the hotel.
I pulled a hammy I think!
Holy mother of God!
Just drive.
Drive, drive, drive, drive!
[loud thump]
[quiet tense music]
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- [Oscar] Hey.
- [Mia] Shit.
Okay, okay. Should we just,
should we just go?
We can't just leave him here.
No, no. Okay, okay.
Okay. Um. Okay. Look at me.
I'm gonna sort this, okay?
You go.
- You sure?
- Yeah. You just, I got you.
Okay, you listen to me.
You go back to your place.
I'm going to meet you there.
I'll be right behind you.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Oh God.
- Go.
[dramatic music]
[car engine starting]
[eerie high pitched music]
[inhales and exhales]
[whispers] Oh my God.
[eerie music]
[laughs coming from inside]
Oh shit!
[laughter from inside house]
[laughter]
[Sean] That's right.
So the eggshell, which is.
Hello!
Hi, everyone. Hi.
Sorry I'm late. Sorry, sorry.
- These people are nuts.
- Is Dad home?
Sorry. More important
things going on
than the safety
of our neighborhood, Mia?
- No, no, of course not.
- [Oscar] Sorry mate.
Yeah. My fault, my fault.
Just a little late
finishing a job
a couple streets over.
And you are?
Oh, I'm Oscar Clarke.
I'm a security insulant.
- [under breath] Consultant.
- Consultant, and Mia,
she called me.
She wanted me to have a
little chat to you guys about
upgrading your locks
and security systems,
and maybe some DIY
latch hacks
that she thought might
come in handy later on.
So, yeah.
DIY latch hacks?
I'm all ears, Oscar.
You take it away.
- Great. Great.
- [knocking on the door]
[Sean] Please.
Uh, the latch. Go on.
You were saying?
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, yeah, first of all.
[solemn music playing]
[man] Mia Bennett?
I'm Detective Morrison,
could we,
come in for a word
with you, please?
Oh, sorry.
Um, I have people over.
What is this about?
Is your husband Jeremy Bennett?
Uh, yes.
The owner of JB Print?
Yeah. That's right.
When did you last see him?
He's at a conference.
I'm sorry to have
to tell you this.
Your husband was
found dead yesterday.
[dramatic music]
[whispers] What? Wha--?
Jerry's dead? What do you mean?
His body was recovered
outside the Hotel Royal
in the CBD.
He wasn't
carrying identification,
so apologies
it took us longer to locate you.
I know this is a shock, but
do you know why he might
have been at the Royal, Mrs. Bennett?
[dramatic music]
[breathy] He's dead? How?
Looks like he jumped
from a window.
I'm so sorry.
Mom, what's happening? Mom!
[ringtone sound]
Do you need to get that?
[ringtone sounds again]
Sounds like the 90s are calling.
Oh, wow. It's the police.
Mia, must say
I'm very impressed.
Pick up if you need.
[sniffles]
Hello?
[man] This isn't Jerry.
I don't know
who you are, cupcake,
but I am going to find you,
and I'm gonna rip
your fucking heart--
[eerie somber music]
Telemarketers.
[somber music]
[music imitating heartbeat]
[ominous music]
[gasps]
[outro song]