Ms. X (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

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[clock chiming]
[muffled distorted music]
- [soft gasps]
- [phone ringtone]
[soft panting]
[phone rings]
- [exhales]
- [muffled ringing]
[dramatic music notes]
[both screaming]
[glass shattering]
Jesus!
Mom! What the fuck
are you doing here?
Language, Mia. Honestly!
- You scared the shit out of me.
- Evidently.
Waste of a good lasagna.
Mom, why are you here?
You should have called.
I'll just get
a start on breakfast.
Sally!
I'm here because your
idiot husband just died,
And I thought you
might want some help.
[sighs]
Thanks, Mom.
But you're right.
I should have called.
I just didn't expect the wanker
to up and die like that.
Mom, you can't call him that
in front of the kids.
- Hi Nana.
- Oh. Hello, children.
Who wants eggs?
Goodo.
[theme music playing]
[photocopier whirring]
[yells] Wanker!
No, no, no, no.
She can't have the house.
Because since when
did she pay for anything?
The woman's out
of her god damned mind.
I don't know.
No, you're the lawyer.
I'm paying you enough.
Do your fucking job, dildo.
[dog whines]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Daddy shouldn't swear.
Just sit. [exhales] So
[groans] Did you find Jerry?
Where's my package?
Oh, still can't find him, boss.
It's like he just vanished
or something eh?
People don't just vanish,
Spider.
Not without me saying so.
And not when they
owe me a passport.
I reckon maybe he's just
ditched his phone or done
a runner or something.
Oh, you reckon that, do you?
How would he have done that?
Maybe he forged
himself a passport.
Gatekeepers has to be on a
plane by the end of the week.
- That's what I told our bosses.
- [Spider] I know DMac.
We don't have time for a plan B.
I have to get them
a clean passport
or the entire operation
is royally fucked.
Do you know what that means,
Spider?
Yeah. It means we can't
clear the shipment.
No we can't,
and that's not good.
We'll lose a couple
of hundred mil just like that.
Now, do you think
that the cartel sitting at home
in their haciendas in fucking
Santa del Taco or wherever
will just let that one slide,
give us another bite at it?
No. No. We'll be, we'll be dead.
- What? We'll be dead?
- We'll be dead.
We'll be dead. We'll be dead.
It's fucking dead!
We will be dead,
you flightless Kiwi sap.
I'm trying to bring New Zealand
into the big time.
I'm just trying
to bring a little bit of cocaine
and proper money
into this shithole of a country,
and this sort of shit
never happened back home.
Because in Australia,
we have organized crime!
[tense music playing]
Tee up another ball
for me, mate.
Tee up another ball.
Tee up another ball.
- Tee up another ball.
- Yeah, okay.
Find Jerry.
He doesn't have
the balls to do a runner.
Call him. Now.
I want to hear it.
Okay. Okay.
[Sally] Now these folks
have a 4.8 rating
on Google reviews.
Best in the biz.
Can we please
not do this now Mom?
Honestly, Mia,
you can't sleep all day.
A bit of routine is what gets us
through these tough times.
Do you know what I did
the day my father died?
I went to school
and won the cross country.
Routine.
Now the lawyer called
and was quite
insistent you go see her.
The police need you to drop by.
And I'll book us in with Sheena
at Promises Funerals at 3 p.m
Oh, that's right. Off you go.
Get dressed, I'll clean up.
And then it's all hands on deck.
[chuckles]
[softly] Oh, Sweetheart.
Plenty of time for that later.
Now, Mia,
where do you keep the Jif?
- [Oscar] Good morning.
- [both scream]
[Mia panting]
What are you doing?
I slept in the car.
Jesus, you scared me.
Why? Why are you in my car?
Because I wanted
to make sure you're okay.
And we need
to make a plan about Ryan.
- Huh?
- The guy in the lock-up.
What guy in the lock-up?
The, you know, this guy, Ryan?
[panting]
Please tell me you didn't
put the guy that we hit
inside my storage lock-up.
Well, let's just taihoa
on the "we hid".
- But, yeah, he's in there.
- What?
Well you told me
to take care of him.
I meant take him
to the hospital.
Yeah, well,
Ryan was pretty clear
that he didn't want
to go to the hospital,
and he's not wrong, okay?
'Cause there's CCTVs there.
There's security,
and people tend to ask questions
when a gang member's just
dropped off on the front door
- and then left there.
- Whoa, he's from a gang?
Well, yeah. Pretty sure.
But listen, good news.
He's alive,
so that's good for us.
And I got
his big-ass knife off him.
- So he's not armed anymore.
- Oh my God.
Yeah. Oh,
less bright side though.
Um, his leg
is pretty badly broken,
so we are gonna have to do
something about that soonish.
[Sally] All okay
in there, darling?
Yes, Mom.
I'm just getting the Jif.
[laughs] Look what
I found in the freezer.
Grief will make you
do silly things.
[cell phone ringing]
Go on, dear.
You have to face
the music sometime.
Good.
[tense music playing]
[DMac taunting] Jerry.
Is this a little game
of hide and seek, mate?
- 'Cause I am gonna find you.
- [phone beeps]
And fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck!
We need to go
to the storage lock-up.
Yeah just a second.
Oh, before we go,
can I get some breakfast?
I am starving over here.
[tense upbeat music]
That's my girl. Bit of lippy
and you're right as rain.
See you at 3 p.m., Mom.
[Mia] I don't understand.
Like, what does a gang member
want with Jerry?
I don't know. I don't know.
But listen, my general
philosophy on these things
is the less questions,
the better, okay?
We just get in, we get out.
Bada bing, bada boom.
- Can you not?
- Yeah. Fine.
Also, we need to make
sure that he doesn't die, okay?
Because then
we're really screwed.
Let's do this, Kettle.
Let's do this.
[tensely exhales]
- You put him in a crate?
- Yeah, yeah. I tied him up.
I YouTubed the knot
so he won't get out.
Unless he's a sailor,
and then he'll know how.
Ryan?
Hey, buddy. It's me.
I brought a friend.
She's a doctor.
[angry whisper]
What? I was a paramedic!
Hey, buddy.
She's gonna get that leg
of yours all fixed up.
Tickety boo, buddy?
That's weird.
Maybe he is a sailor.
Oh my God.
Did you lock the door?
- Where is he?
- He was tied up.
I mean, I was pretty confident
with those knots.
Plus, he has a broken leg.
How far could he have gone?
[Ryan screams]
- Ow!
- Oh!
[both men grunting]
- [Ryan] Ow!
- Oscar?!
Wait, wait. Ryan.
Let's talk. Talk.
- Ow.
- Ow!
Ooh!
[grunting]
Ow!
- Oh!
- Ow
- Fuck!
- Ow, ow!
[grunting]
- Ow!
- Ow!
[Oscar] Whoa, whoa!
[Oscar moans]
Oh my God!
[yelling and grunting]
Argh
- [leg cracks]
- [scream of pain]
Uh, uh.
[panting]
Oh my God!
[Mia] Get him off me!
Yes, yes! Come on, uh.
[Mia and Oscar grunting]
[both panting]
- Fuck!
- Yeah. Fuck!
[gasping]
[Max] You going to school?
Yeah. Well, I'm not sitting
around here all day
with "all hands on deck,"
cleaning away our feelings.
I just hope she doesn't
iron my undies again.
[both laugh]
Yeah, I remember that.
[chuckles]
[phone beeps]
Do you think he was depressed?
Who?
Dad.
So lame that he just,
like, tapped out like that.
Yeah, well, it's not
like Mom's easy to live with.
That's a real
shitty thing to say, Liv.
What? It's true.
And he clearly didn't
care about us either.
Is that Wayne?
Why is he texting you?
Eh. Well, it's
a class group chat, and,
and he's being
supportive about Dad.
On a class group chat?
Get out of my room!
Well, I just wouldn't get
pregnant if I was you.
You know, Head Girl, newborn
Ugh! Max, just piss off.
Piss off.
- I don't want to hear about it.
- It's not really a vibe is it?
- [groans]
- Okay.
I'm gonna need to stabilize his
leg before I get the knife out.
- You got this, Kettle.
- Okay. Get the chopping board.
- Let's have a look.
- Ooh! Yeah!
You're fucking dead!
You're fucking dead!
Mia, no, don't
Hi, Ryan. I'm Mia Bennett.
Jeremy Bennett was my husband.
This has just been
a massive misunderstanding.
Fuck you bitch!
Okay, well, that's not
gonna get us anywhere, is it?
You know, I'd appreciate knowing
why you're following my husband.
No?
[panting]
Okay. I need a belt.
Give me your belt.
- What?
- Come on, hurry up!
- [leg cracks]
- [Ryan screams]
Stop! Stop. Ow!
Please! I'm sorry.
Listen. This is not vodka, okay,
'cause it gives me migraines.
All right, but drink.
That was a two.
It's gonna get to a ten.
- Drink the wine.
- Drink it up, buddy. Hit it.
That's the good stuff
right there.
[softly] There you go.
There you go. There you go.
- [Ryan groans]
- [Oscar] Bit more.
[Ryan panting]
Okay, just so everyone is aware.
I have never done this before.
- What?
- [Ryan groans]
On the count of three.
- One, two.
- Please, no Stop!
I'll talk, I'll talk.
I'll fucking talk! Okay?
[Ryan]
I'll talk.
[coughing]
[Mia] Talk.
Jerry tried
to go back on a deal.
[exhales]
He deserved
to get whacked, okay?
What? What do you mean, whacked?
Jerry was murdered? By who?
[whimpering] We're fucked.
- [Ryanblubbering]
- Shh.
[yells] Help!
- Ah Oh my God.
- Argh
[gags] Oh my God.
[Oscar] Oh. I'm sorry.
Okay, we gotta
get him to the hospital.
No we're not, the vote's
two against one on that one.
He will die, Oscar.
Okay. And he cannot die.
All right. I'm not a murderer.
- This is not my life, okay?
- Yeah. No. Okay
- Put some pressure on it.
- Yes, yes!
- Put your hands on there.
- Yes. I'm sorry.
[tense music playing]
Ooh!
What's he like at full crank?
Do you have the document?
Ah, there's just
been a slight delay.
A tiny speed bump.
What a shame.
How long?
A couple of days. No biggie.
The cartel are starting to think
we overpromise
and under-deliver.
Yeah, well, the passport will
be with the courier in no time.
It's just a little printing
um, hiccup.
If the gatekeeper
doesn't make his flight,
my instructions are
to get creative
with the consequences.
Yeah, well, I'm,
I'm all over it.
You tell the cartel
esta todo bien.
[horse neighs]
Yeah, yeah. And I've managed
to delay the spics.
But we are every kind
of dead if I don't deliver.
Have you found him?
[Spider] Well, apparently
Jerry booked into a hotel
a few days ago,
I'm gonna go there now.
Okay. That's good.
[Oscar groaning in disgust]
Just sing out if you need me.
Okay. I'm right here.
Oh, I can't stop
thinking about it.
Oh, it just keeps
coming out. [gags]
[Oscar] You're doing good.
Let me know
when it's all done, okay?
[Mia exhales] Okay.
I did it!
- [Oscar] Yes.
- I did it.
Yes! Wooh.
That's right, we did it!
Yes! Teamwork!
- [Mia] Okay.
- Ow!
You still have
to take him, though.
By myself? No. Why can't,
why can't we go together?
Because, Oscar, I have
to go to the lawyer's
to read my husband's will, okay?
Then to the police station
to identify his dead body.
And then I have to go
to the funeral parlor
to pick him a nice casket.
Oh, and then I have
to explain to my kids
why their father
just up and killed himself.
Only now it turns out
that he was murdered.
Which I can't tell anybody,
because I stabbed a fucking
gang member in my lock-up
after I drove over him
in my stupid little red car.
And I have drug money
in my fucking closet!
And I have
a fucking burner phone
that won't shut the fuck up!
[tense music]
So, you know, I just have
a lot\ on my plate right now.
Okay?
Yes. Yep.
So do you think you could just
do this one thing by yourself?
I can do that. Leave it with me.
- I'll get the van.
- Okay. Thank you.
All good.
[upbeat music playing]
[Oscar] So then they're going
to say something like,
"Oh, hey. Well,
how did that happen, Ryan?"
And you just say,
"I was just at home alone,
cooking dinner, you know?
And I slipped because my cat
Rachel pissed on the floor,
and I landed
on the open dishwasher
where I'd previously
left a sharp knife, blade up."
It's in the details, buddy.
It's in the details.
Because they'll be thinking,
"Who the heck
has a cat named Rachel?"
Instead of, "I wonder if this
gentleman is gang affiliated."
Right?
Yeah. Anyway,
I reckon you'll be sweet.
[woman] I appreciate you
coming into the office.
I know this must be
a very difficult time.
Thank you, Angela. Um,
I just wanted to talk
about life insurance.
Oh, yes. I was just trying
to find the exact figures.
Uh
looks like he stopped paying
the premiums in 2019.
Sorry?
Yeah, for the both of you.
Do you remember signing this?
Uh
Maybe. I don't know.
Jerry did all the finances.
Hmm, yeah. Murphy's Law.
I remember
when I cancelled Disney+
right before The Bear came out.
I'm sorry, but, so you're saying
there's no life insurance?
Yeah. As in no.
What?
What am I gonna do for money?
Our accounts are in overdraft.
Yes, well, the business
wasn't looking too good.
So Jerry was topping up
from your personal accounts
to keep it afloat.
I suppose you don't remember
signing this either?
No.
So this form transferred
the business into your name.
We were hoping
to keep the IRD at bay
because they've been chasing
unpaid business taxes.
It was only meant
to be temporary.
- But
- He died.
Yeah.
[sighs] How much does he owe?
Technically,
it's how much do you owe?
Okay. Um, it's, um,
$342,827.50
Uh, we could ask
the ITO to clear the debt
on compassionate terms,
but, uh,
you'd have to be suicidal.
[exhales]
You're not
suicidal too, are you?
- No.
- You should come up
with a payment plan
so you don't lose the house.
The house? Oh there's
no loan secured to the house.
Oh, it was when you remortgaged
two years ago,
and interest rates
have risen since then.
So
How the fuck
is that my signature?
I definitely did not sign that.
Ah, um.
Yeah, it does
look a bit shit eh?
Okay, so, so, so,
there's nothing I can do?
Look, I was sorry
to hear about Jerry.
He was always such a
[screams] Cunt!
[soft jazz playing]
[engine idling]
No. Absolutely not.
Sorry, buddy. Too many eyes.
Now, due to the nature
of the impact,
there wasn't much we could
actually use for identification.
[solemn music playing]
Yes. That's him.
Thanks.
That part is never easy.
But it's done now.
Uh, listen,
I'll tell you everything we can.
At this stage we are ruling
Jerry's death a suicide.
There's no evidence of anyone
else in the room with him.
We did find drugs in his system.
Were you aware
he was taking drugs?
Looks like his business
was in pretty bad shape.
[whispers] So I hear.
I have seen this before.
One spouse trying to protect
the other from financial issues.
Maybe in doing what he did,
he was trying
to help wipe the debt.
The business was in my name.
Ah.
How old are your children?
14 and 16.
- Busy time.
- [scoffs] Yeah.
I had a daughter.
She passed from an overdose.
I'm so sorry.
My point is, talking helps.
So if you need to,
we have professional services.
[cell phone ringing]
Mia, are you okay?
Yeah. It's just been
a just a really big few days.
Um, I should go.
Jerry wasn't in any kind
of trouble, was he?
[tense music playing]
[musical ringtone]
How bizarre, how bizarre ♪
Oh my God. Oh my God.
It's just my mom.
She keeps calling.
I've gotta go.
Of course. You've got my number.
[soft jazz playing]
[Oscar]
Okay, buddy,
this is the spot.
Okay. [grunts]
Come on. [grunting]
Oh, shit. Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh my God how much do you weigh?
[panting] Right. You all good?
Someone's gonna find you. Okay?
Right.
[van engine revving]
Of course, the oak and the pine,
they always polish up nicely,
but I have to admit
the cherrywood is my favorite.
It just has that warmth that
the others can't quite achieve.
Of course. Beautiful.
Have you had a chance
to look at any of our packages?
Um, just
the basic package is fine.
Sure. Yeah,
the bronze package is fine.
Yeah. However,
we always encourage
all of our clients
to explore their options.
You know, you only die once.
[Sally] Couldn't agree more.
I see that the diamond package
comes with a vocalist?
It does, yes. My husband Noel.
Oh, he has a voice
sent from God himself.
He does a wonderful cover
of Kiri Te Kanawa's
Pōkarekare Ana.
[gasps] Oh beautiful.
Hmm. How much
is this gonna cost?
Should we discuss
transport quickly?
- Yes.
- Just this way.
- So we've got a lot of options.
- [Sally] Oh, yes do you?
And the diamond package
also includes
a funeral notice of 100 words.
So that's really
important to remember.
- Um, you can add poetry to that.
- [Mia] Sheena?
- You could add
- Sheena, is that?
Sheena, Sheena, Sheena, Sheena.
- Sheena?
[Sheena] Yeah.
- Uh, no funeral notice.
- Sorry?
No. Nothing in the paper.
Nothing public.
Oh, no. It's just because
you want people
to be able to find you.
No, no, really, we don't.
Anyway, thank you
for fitting us in.
Mom says that
you're very busy, so.
Oh, yes. Well, that's what a 4.8
user rating on Google gets you.
- [Sheena laughs]
- That's amazing. But, you know,
I'm not really interested
in the cherrywood casket
or the wall
full of flowers, okay?
I just need something
very small for my family, okay?
And if it's in the paper,
everyone's gonna come.
For goodness sake Mia,
that's how I find out
all my friends have died.
I mean, it's not as if
Jerry was James Corden.
Hmm.
I mean, how many people
do you think will be coming?
Just the bronze package
is perfect.
Mom, I'm not doing this, okay?
We don't need anything big.
[Sally] What?
[Mia] I don't wanna
make a fuss. Come on.
I just wanted
to give him a good send off.
I'm surprised you don't.
Mom?
I'm in trouble.
I'm pretty deep,
and I don't know how to get out.
[Sally] I know, darling.
You do?
Of course you're in trouble.
Your husband just died,
and Jerry was
the captain of the ship.
And now it's left to you.
And let's face it, you've
never been a strong person. Mia.
What do you mean?
Well, you've never been
someone that takes charge.
And that's okay.
No, no, look,
now's not the time
for self-pity, Mia.
Your job is to look
after those kids at any cost.
- It's what mothers do.
- Mm-hm.
It's not fair he
left you in this mess.
But we will get you out of it.
Mark my words.
[Mia] Hi, Love.
Nana's picking up fish
and chips, have you eaten?
[whimpering]
[inhales]
That was his long hair phase.
[Mia] Oh, wow.
Wow. That's Jules.
We were in high school
together. We did our OE.
[Olivia] Did she know Dad?
She was there
the night that we met.
In a dirty London pub.
We were joined at the hip.
What happened?
She died.
She was 24.
Life is not fair sometimes, Liv.
You went to school today?
Yeah, there was
a student body meeting.
Well, I'm sure the student body
would understand
if you took a day off.
Yeah, well, I'm not taking
any risks with Head Girl, Mom.
Do the police know
why Dad killed himself?
Did he leave a note?
Do you know?
I know this is hard.
[sighs] It's not like you
guys were happy.
I mean, I heard you
fighting the day that he left.
Is that why?
Because of you?
I loved him very much.
We were happy.
Not all the time, but
We loved each other very much.
- And I know he loved you both.
- Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Why else would he have done it?
Liv?
[burner phone ringing]
Oh my God.
I am the captain
of this fucking ship!
[tense upbeat music]
[music continues]
[music darkens]
[exhales]
No worries.
You have a great night.
Uh. All set.
And, uh, just a reminder
about the security cam footage.
Ah, yes. 13th floor?
IT will send it over right away.
Great. Thank you.
[Dylan] You reckon you guys are
going to lose the house?
When my Mom left,
Dad was obsessed
with keeping the house.
I think that's why he
got into real estate.
I don't know. I might
leave school, get a job,
help out, you know?
Oh, oi. I got a way we
can make some quick cash.
So I was chatting
to this dude Jin on TikTok.
I think he's
an artist or some shit,
but he's got these replica
sneakers that look pretty legit.
Ships them down here from China.
Collabs you can't get anymore.
- So
- Huh?
We could sell them.
Especially
if they're limited edition.
They'll pay triple the price.
I reckon you can make three,
4K in a few weeks.
Sick ROI, bro.
- You serious? Can we do that?
- Yeah. Of course.
We just need ahh
500 bucks to buy inventory.
Bro, where are we
going to get 500 bucks?
I got some ideas.
[knocking]
- [Mia grunts]
- Hi Miss Bennett.
Sorry about Mr. Bennett.
Thanks, Dylan.
It's time to go home.
Yeah. Sweet.
Um, I'll hit you up tonight.
Yeah.
You should really
open a window in here.
[groans]
Are we gonna lose the house?
What? No.
No way. Did Nana say that?
- Dylan told me
- Yeah, well Dylan doesn't know
what the fuck
he's talking about, Max.
We're not losing the house.
You shouldn't be
worried about that stuff.
- I could get a job, Mom.
- I'll sort it. Okay.
You don't have
to worry about it.
[buttons clicking]
Keep feeling like I should
have spent more time with Dad.
But he was away so much.
Maybe I should have
tried harder to connect
or something, I don't know.
Hey.
He knew you loved him,
and he loved you so much.
It's not your fault.
Just, other things going on.
[sighs]
Look at me.
You can talk to me
about anything, okay?
Me and Liv had a fight
about Mr. Ambrose.
She's real hyped on him.
That's why she went to school.
Her English teacher?
Is this
about the Head Girl thing?
Where is that coming from?
I don't know,
but they text heaps,
and it's real effed up.
He's, like, such a dad vibe.
[Mia's ringtone]
How bizarre, how bizarre ♪
- Oscar?
- Hey, Mia. It's me. Oscar.
Yeah, I know.
Why are you calling?
What time is it?
I don't know.
Midnight, maybe. Why?
Well is everything okay?
Yeah. I just want to let you
know that I dropped our buddy
at the back
of the urgent care in Papakura.
What do you mean, out the back?
Did he go in?
I mean, he didn't explicitly
say he was going to go in,
but I'm sure he did,
I mean, why wouldn't he?
Okay, Oscar, you need to go back
and make sure he goes in.
He needs medical attention,
or else he'll die.
And if he dies
it's a huge problem for us.
Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
I'll just go back.
I'll make sure he's still alive.
[sigh] Okay, Okay. Bye.
Um, also,
I might not make it later on.
Make it where?
To the funeral.
Oh.
Oh, yeah. No, no, that's.
- That's fine. Okay.
- Yeah.
I'm still a bit weird about
funerals, you know, after Jules.
Yeah. Of course. Yeah.
Hello?
[solemn dramatic music]
Mom!
Now, Mia,
you'd regret it if you
didn't let people know.
Undo it! You have to undo it.
No. You're being ridiculous.
Jerry's death notice has
to come out of the paper.
Well, that's not quite
how print works.
You are overreacting.
Oh my
People are gonna find me.
Yes, dear. That's the point.
Fuck!
Now might be
a good time to tell you
I went with the diamond package.
[Mia] $24,000.00?
[Sally]
And that's including GST.
And Sheena did the funeral
notice free of charge.
Well, thank fuck for Sheena!
Fuck!
[tense music playing]
Hi. Um
I'd just like
a status update, please,
for my brother
who checked in yesterday.
- Name?
- Uh, Douglas Ryan.
Sorry. Ryan Douglas.
Yeah. So, just to clarify,
first name Ryan,
last name Douglas.
[keys clacking]
- Nothing's coming up.
- Oh, okay.
Well, sometimes he
doesn't like using his name,
He's about like that high.
Irritable. Cat named Rachel?
Um. Sorry.
Looks like your
brother didn't make it.
Oh, my God, he died?
No. No, he didn't
make it in here.
He's probably at another center.
Oh, yeah. I should
have let you finish.
Peace
[grunting angrily]
[Sheena] Straight ahead. Noel.
Straight ahead. Noel.
Let's keep going forward.
Steady. How's Lucas?
[Noel] Good.
All worth it. Am I right?
Slow and steady.
That's it. Okay.
And walk back from there.
Thank you.
Walk back from there. Thank you.
Coming around. Okay.
- Right there.
- [Sheena] Steady, Noel.
Oh, fuck, you guys.
Fuck! I don't know what to say.
I'm just
so sorry for your loss.
I can't imagine.
I can't imagine what you're
I can't imagine
what you're going through.
- Jerry was the best.
- Jerry was the best.
- The best.
- I mean, you know that.
This really is just the
worst possible thing that
could happen to anyone
ever in their life and.
And if you need anything. Max,
if you need a lift to training.
Anything I can do,
anything at all.
Just call Sean.
Just fucking ring me.
You've all got my number.
You've got it. You've got.
You've all got it.
- I lost Ryan.
- What?
It's okay, it's okay.
Don't worry.
I don't think
he is dead, though.
Don't worry. We're fucked.
I'm really sorry.
For you know, your loss.
I'm so sorry, love.
[ominous music playing]
Pōkarekare ana ♪
Ngā wai o Waiapu ♪
Whiti atu koe hine ♪
[inhales and exhales]
Jerry was
[dark dramatic music]
[clears throat]
Uh, Jerry was
Um
[coughs]
Jerry was a lot of things.
[inhales and exhales]
He was a great father.
A great friend.
Jerry was my soulmate.
My rock.
[sniffs]
[guests chattering]
Babe. Babe.
Come here. Oh my gosh.
You did so well.
Honestly, you did so well.
Listen, next week, you guys
come for dinner at ours, okay?
Jerry was just
He was such a wonderful man,
wasn't he?
So sorry
- Sorry, Bridget. Excuse me.
- Yeah.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
No, no. It's okay.
Seemed like your husband
was a really nice guy.
Listen, I just wanted
to let you know I've
been looking into some
of the circumstances
around Jerry's death,
and something is telling me it
might not have been a suicide.
What?
If there are things
to find out, I'll find them.
I want you to have closure.
Awesome. Mm.
I'll be in touch to talk
properly soon, but
sorry for your loss, Mia.
Hey, I just can't stop
thinking that I should
have seen it in the cards
because it was right there.
We could have stopped it, I just
didn't know he was depressed.
If I'd known that
he was depressed.
[yells] He wasn't fucking
depressed, Trace!
[stunned silence]
[whispers] I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
[door closes]
Oh!
[inhales]
[exhales]
[moans]
[Oscar whispers] Mia? Mia?
Hey, Mia?
I'm here!
No! No, no! Up here, up here.
Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
- I need to talk to you.
- In the woman's bathroom?
Well, I'm not gonna catch
you in the men's, am I?
Oh.
Hey. Also, listen.
I actually think
that went really well.
That guy sings like an angel.
- The detective showed up.
- Oh?
They think Jerry's
death wasn't suicide.
They're investigating.
What if they find Ryan?
Oh, no one can find Ryan, so
I think we're okay on that one.
You're not helping, Oscar.
I'm just saying,
I think. I think it's okay.
'Cause even if he is dead,
then at least he's not
dead in your lock-up.
Could you please
stop saying dead?
Okay. Sorry. I'm just,
I'm saying I don't
even think he is dead.
Deceased.
[sighs]
Oh, my God, this is such a mess.
No, no, no. It's okay.
We can get through this.
- Look, I got your back.
- No!
Please don't have
my back, I don't want it.
Okay?
We're a fucking disaster
when we're together.
Disaster!
We should just go
our separate ways, okay?
And just deal
with whatever comes.
Yeah, I
I think I'm. Excuse me.
Yeah, I think that's
I think I was actually going to
suggest the same thing anyway.
- Oh good.
- Yeah.
I think separate ways
is the way.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
All right. Okay.
[heavy breathing]
- Bye, goodbye, Oscar.
- Yeah. Take care.
Good to see you.
Good to see you again.
Yeah.
[exhales]
[bathroom door shuts]
[tense upbeat music]
[groans]
[ominous music playing]
[Mia screams] Ouch! Oh!
[van revs]
[Mia]
Please don't kill me.
Okay, I can explain.
You see, my mother went
for the diamond package,
and the cost has
really escalated,
so I had to pay cash.
But look, you seem
like reasonable people,
so why don't we
just discuss this
in the daytime?
Maybe not in a van.
I could problem solve, you know?
I could go
to the bank first thing.
I just had my husband's funeral,
and I didn't know who
the phone belonged to,
so I couldn't return it, but it
was just driving me crazy.
And then my mother found it
when I was looking for the Jif.
Can you shut up, please?
[Mia panting]
Fuck, man.
G'day, cupcake.
I saw you at the funeral.
Yeah, and we spoke on the phone.
So where is it?
I have the money.
Okay? I have it.
I was just telling your
The money was
payment for a product
that I ordered
from your husband.
I don't want a fucking refund.
I want what I ordered.
Okay, well,
I don't have any drugs.
Was it drugs?
I'm happy to find some for you.
Shut up.
Jerry owed me a Kiwi passport.
I paid the dead cunt 50K,
and then he up
and topped himself.
So I figure he gave
the phone and the money
and the passport to you.
You either know where it is
or you're in on it.
Either way, I'm not looking very
good to my boss at the moment.
I don't have a passport,
I swear.
I'm just a mom. [crying]
Okay, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
No. No, sweetheart. Cupcake,
I'm on a really tight
fucking timeline right here.
Do we have to do the crying?
I don't have anything.
I don't have anything.
I swear, Ryan.
Did he find you? Ryan?
- [whispers] Ryan?
- Who the fuck is Ryan?
Ryan. You know, with the big
knife, he's part of your gang.
Hey, boss.
Well, who the fuck
is this muppet?
So, live streaming
to the cloud, okay?
My cousin,
he has all my passwords.
So anything happens to Mia,
this video goes
straight to the authorities.
No, don't shoot. Don't shoot!
He's my friend.
Yeah, yeah, I'm your friend.
But I'm also
a trained fighting machine.
- Yeah.
- So back up, Mr. Potato Head.
Back up.
[sarcastic] Oh!
- Ow, ow!
- Jesus.
Ow, f---
Are you a cop? Huh?
- Ow. What? What? No, no, no, no!
- Are you a fucking cop?
I'm not a cop. I'm not anything.
I just, I own a DVD store.
I rent DVD's.
Who the fuck still rents DVDs?
Oh, man. No one.
No one fucking does.
- All right piggy. Time to fly.
- Whoa, whoa
[screams] I'll find it!
I'll find it. Find it.
I will find it.
And I will bring it to you.
How do I know you'll find it?
[panting]
Jerry was, was, was, very messy.
You know, he used to leave
his clothes everywhere.
What?
Well, what I'm trying
to say is that
it has to be somewhere, right?
[panting]
I just need to know
what I'm looking for.
All right.
Oh my God.
You've got 24 hours.
[Mia] Okay.
You better not fuck up, cupcake,
cause if I don't get
my passport,
I'm as good as dead.
But before I die,
I will make sure
that he dies, and that you die.
And that your kids die, too.
Comprende?
Keep this one charged.
I will text you the deets.
[pants]
[whistles]
[dramatic music playing]
[elevator chimes]
[elevator chimes]
[elevator chimes]
Where the hell have you been?
Oh my God, the drama.
Did you find anything?
Yeah.
Speak up!
Mia!
Bennett!
[ending theme music]