Ms. X (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

1
[tense music]
Do you know why I'm here?
Good.
I've asked
my colleague to join us.
[tense music continues]
Sit.
[clears throat]
We have a container of product
coming into the Auckland ports
this week.
The Cartel guy,
my guy Felipe, was clearing
this with the King Street Mafia,
but he died, so I'm going
to need you to step in.
[softly scoffs]
You want me to work with DMac?
Yes. We have
an existing relationship,
and he needs more people
to clear the product
and to process the gear.
And you know people.
There's no way I'm working
with that cocky fuck.
Fuck off mate!
- Hey stop it. Stop it!
- I'm a humble man.
[DMac growls]
I know this is
an unusual move for you both,
but I'm going to need
all hands on deck this week.
To move this shit.
Look, we're offering you
a piece of the pie
rather than you and everyone
you know getting killed.
Well, it sounds
like I don't have a choice.
[Mia] No, you do have a choice.
I'm just encouraging you
to make a smart one.
- What's the cut?
- 50/50.
- 50/50?
- 50/50.
Yeah, mmm. 50/50 is good.
[Mia]
I need a decision now, Tavita.
[suspenseful music]
What are we moving?
[suspenseful music continues]
I got 600 key of Charlie
coming in on a boat.
[tense dramatic music]
[Mia] We know you have
contacts at the ports.
We need the container
to get past security.
No questions asked.
Okay, so I just let
the truck through.
And marked
the container as cleared.
You get the second half paid
when it's off the ports.
[Tavita sighs]
DMac is in charge
of the transport logistics.
His driver will deliver it
to your boys to cook.
Hey, how big's this truck
need to be tomorrow?
As big as you got.
I'll get you the drop-off
addresses tomorrow.
Three locations. No fuck-ups.
You got that, Eli?
Yeah. Anything for family, eh?
[Tavita] So where do we cook?
- Your place?
- Nah, mate. Cops all over me.
No Airbnb's, no lock-ups,
nothing that can be traced.
We gotta find a warehouse.
What? A warehouse full of ovens?
Yeah, so I can shove
your fat fucking head
Hey, hey, hey! Stop that!
You're in this together.
Now you act like it.
Continue.
Then once it's distributed,
you give me the money.
I take that to the bosses.
[stammers] I mean, I do,
I take that to her.
And, uh, then we get our cut.
Uh, we deliver together?
Fuck off, mate,
I'm not holding your hand.
- Fuck you!
- Hey. Stop it!
That's enough.
DMac will handle the money drop.
I don't want a convoy.
And if he doesn't deliver,
the Cartel will kill his dog.
Jesus!
Yes. They're gonna kill his dog.
That or something else.
There will be
consequences, though.
Okay, so I need you guys
to trust each other
and make this work.
Okay? This job happens
in two days, all right?
So you just
take care of your parts
and don't worry about the cook.
I'll get the fucking ovens.
[tense music]
[music fades]
[photocopier whirring]
[tropical music]
[Ricky] First five
stepped in, smashed him.
Went for the Jackal.
Got the turnover,
that sealed the win.
It was my final game.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
Okay, well, all you need to know
is that I was amazing
and that I'm a bit
of a rugby legend, so
And you moved home after that?
Mm-hm. Dylan's mom
and I split soon after.
Got into real estate.
Flexibility helped me
look after the little guy.
I had no idea you'd been
doing this alone for that long.
Whoa.
Hey, it was a nice surprise
getting a call from you.
Never been to this place before.
Listen, I was just wondering
if you could help me
with something.
Mm. Anything.
Well, it's
for a friend, actually.
He's having storage issues
with his business,
and I was just wondering
if you have any houses
sitting empty.
A chance to make
a little extra money.
Well, that sounds
like you're helping me.
Yeah, well,
he'd really appreciate it.
He needs, like,
I don't know, two,
three units just
for a couple of days.
He has 40 k.
Hmm? Jesus. Uh
What business is he in?
Rugs.
- Rugs?
- Yeah. Persian.
Yeah. He really values
discretion, you know?
The rug business
is a very competitive industry.
That's why he's not doing
the traditional storage unit.
No. Hey, 40 K for two days.
You can do whatever he wants.
- Exactly, exactly [exhales].
- [Ricky laughs]
I keep the keys
all in lock boxes.
so just come grab the codes.
- Easy.
- Cool.
Well, thanks.
He'd really appreciate that.
[background chattering]
What?
[background chattering]
You look really beautiful, Mia.
[sighs]
More beautiful somehow.
[background chatter]
[background chatter]
[lips smacking]
[background chatter]
Are the codes at your place?
[sighs]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
- [sighs]
- [clattering]
[Dylan] Hi, Mrs. Bennett.
[whispering] Hi, Dylan.
[upbeat music]
Owner of a petrol station
in Grey Lynn
reckons he saw that jacket.
- The time and date match?
- Yeah.
- Did he see his face?
- Better.
They got him on video.
He brought it in.
Have you ever listened
to that podcast serial?
- No.
- Oh, mate, you'll love it.
Where were you, three years ago?
April 4th, about 3 p.m.?
Don't know, do you?
See, I've trained myself to log
every detail I see up in here.
That's why when I saw
your little hotline come through
with the jacket,
it's in my brain.
[tense music]
- Do you have any other angles?
- Yeah, you know it.
[tense music continues]
[sighs]
[groans]
[Sean] Well, we'll get,
we'll get an expert opinion
[Sally] Morning, sleepyhead.
Oh, Sean just popped
over for a coffee.
- Mōrena.
- Why didn't you wake me?
Oh, don't worry,
kids are washed, dressed, fed,
delivered to school.
Coffee's on the table.
Thought I'd let you sleep.
Good to see you sleeping.
Who's Richard Harlowe?
[Sean]
Oh, yes. There was a woman
outside the house
a week or so ago.
She was looking to buy,
and she didn't
leave any details.
[Sally] So Sean here looked up
their number plate. Ha!
Fabulous, isn't it?
[Sean]
He's a big construction guy.
Probably wants to bowl
the house and put up units.
And the woman was quite harsh.
So good riddance, I say.
Devils.
I'll take a shower.
Good idea.
Hope you had fun last night.
[Max] Oh, is this genius, bro.
You dad won't check, eh?
[Dylan] Nah. This house has
been on the market for ages.
He never comes here.
Oh sick, we're gonna make bank.
Hey, do you think
your mom likes my dad?
Like, like, likes him? What?
No. I reckon she thinks
your dad's a huge tool.
She calls him a tool
all the time. Why?
Nah, forget about it.
You put word out
about the shoes, right?
Yeah. I texted everyone I know.
And I told them to tell everyone
they know. We're set, bro.
Yeah, good. 'Cause Jin is
wanting his money back
by the end of the week, so
Yeah.
You told him to piss off, right?
Look, he was hassling me
and you said
we're gonna make bank,
so I didn't think it
was gonna be a problem.
Yeah, we will,
but we're not gonna sell
all these shoes
in a couple of days.
Well, we did last time, right?
Don't stress.
If you text them,
they will come.
[Monica] You ready?
[Oscar] Hmm.
Just think of it
as a distraction.
[sighs]
My dad gave me that jacket.
He used to let me wear it
when he was playing.
[chuckles]
You know, Jules and I,
we'd always hang
out at the rugby club.
And, as kids, we were
getting into so much trouble,
and Jules was, she always just,
like, could talk us
out of it. Yeah.
- Who's Jules?
- Oh, my sister.
Her and Mia were
best friends in high school.
Oh, that's so cool that you've
known Mia since high school.
Yeah.
Do her and Jules still hang out?
Nah. Jules died
about 20 years ago or so.
Oh, shit.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, she was crossing the road
one night and got hit by a car.
And the guy did a runner.
- That's awful.
- Yeah, yeah.
And then Mom, she passed
away the year after that,
and Dad just kind of
shut down.
I mean,
it makes sense, I guess, right?
because Jules was the one
with the potential, you know?
I reckon you've got
heaps of potential.
- [door slamming]
- [metallic scraping]
Don't think about it.
[upbeat music]
[soft tense music]
[clattering]
[roaring]
[hissing]
Hmm? My disguise.
Open homes are lined up.
DMac's nephew Eli is the driver.
Here's his address.
How's the jacket?
Burnt, Oscar.
- How are the ports IDs coming?
- [Monica] On it.
Templates all designed.
Just need to print it up.
Okay. I need the addresses
and the ID
given to Eli tomorrow morning.
And can you see
what you can find out
about this guy, Richard Harlowe?
What?
Oh, I'm just
a little bit nervous
about going out into public
with a nationwide manhunt,
and everything.
Doesn't look like anyone
will recognize you
in about 20 minutes, anyway.
Monica reckons I'm going
to look like Eminem.
- Oh, 90's Eminem.
- Real Slim Shady.
- Please stand up!
- Please stand up!
- Can you two stop?
- What's wrong with you?
I just need you to be serious.
Well, I'm not the one who's
organizing a drug shipment
like some kind
of PTA fundraiser.
Okay, look, DMac and the 47's
hate each other,
we can't trust them.
Well, of course
we can't trust them.
Oscar, they're gangsters.
But it's our last move.
I mean, do you want
to just risk it with the Cartel?
Hope they just give us a pass?
So I need you
to stay on task, okay?
And whatever this thing is,
you keep it professional.
You're starting to sound
a little bit like DMac.
[exhales]
[exhales]
Listen Oscar,
I know I'm asking a lot, okay?
This will be the last thing.
- If we get through this, and--
- Yeah, I know, we're out.
Yeah. We get our life
back okay? I promise.
[footsteps receding]
Where is everyone?
I've only sold,
what, six pairs? Fuck.
I think your mom's
sleeping with my dad.
Ew, what are you talking about?
Yeah, I saw her
going out of his room
in the middle of the night.
It was a walk of shame.
Stop fucking around, bro.
No, I saw her.
- Oh is that Jin?
- Yeah.
- He wants the money?
- Yeah.
Fuck!
[tense music]
[music intensifies]
Fucking hell, man.
[Saskia] That's the spot.
What the fuck, man?
The fuck Spider?
- [DMac growls]
- Hi, Spider.
Hi, Saskia.
DMac, can I have a moment
with you in private, please?
Oh God.
I thought you two fucking
hated each other, man.
Yeah, well,
she's come to her senses.
And now we're back
in our honeymoon phase.
She came crawling back
on her hands
and knees last night.
What could I say?
Why am I hearing
we're working with the 47's?
Because we are.
New plan, Spidey.
We're doing the job ourselves.
Eli's running pickup.
Eli's a fucking junkie, DMac.
Hey, hey. Eli is clean.
He's sober, he's focused.
He has a big fucking truck.
And he won't talk.
- It's all sorted, Spides.
- [scoffs]
You should be thanking Cupcake.
Does the Cartel know
you're taking orders
from a fucking housewife?
You're angry.
- I'm not angry.
- Yeah. You're angry.
- I'm not fucking angry.
- Spider, I'm sorry.
Don't fucking touch me!
Spider, you're angry.
Have a seat.
- I'm not fucking angry!
- Spider. Come on. Sit.
Sit down. mate.
Sit down, sit down, sit down.
[both grunting and yelling]
Fucking Get off!
I don't take orders from anyone!
And I certainly won't
let a chunky fuck
like you question
who I work with. Got it?
[grunting]
- Have you got it?
- [grunting]
Have you got it? Say it.
- [grunting] Got it.
- Say it!
- [grunting] Got it. Got it.
- Chunky fuck!
[tense music]
[DMac grunting] Fuck off!
[panting]
[tense music playing]
Shit!
- Max!
- What are you doing?
I was just getting some
of your dad's things to donate.
Maybe, I don't know,
some people could use them.
Are you sleeping
with Dylan's dad?
What? No. [nervous chuckle]
What? Why would you ask that?
Dylan said he saw you
in his house
in the middle of the night.
And you haven't exactly
been around a lot lately.
[soft dramatic music]
- Gross. Mom, he's such a tool.
- It's not what you think.
Yeah. It is.
You're trying to erase Dad.
Max! Of course not.
I know he wasn't perfect.
I loved your dad.
I would never want to erase him.
Don't be ridiculous.
You're getting rid
of his clothes!
- Please stop.
- You're fucking someone else.
That's enough Max!
[whispers] That's enough.
The fuck, there's just
some things I have to deal with
that you wouldn't understand.
I know he left us in debt, Mom.
All right? I'm not a kid.
I can help.
Sweetheart, that's not your job.
It's my job.
And you are a kid.
You're a great,
sweet, intelligent kid,
and I need you
to keep being that.
I will take care of the family.
Yeah. [sighs]
Looks like you're having
a great time doing it.
[soft dramatic music]
And those two old ladies,
they were giddy around you.
[chuckles] They weren't
that old, were they?
[giggles]
They were fangirling so hard.
I mean, you know, I get it.
Your book is so sick, but, like,
be cool about it, you know?
Yeah. Cool. Like you. [chuckles]
Sure.
I'm not all up in your grill.
Up in my grill?
You know,
like, up in your grill.
[lips smacking]
[soft music in background]
[lips smacking]
[Wayne grunts]
[chuckles uncomfortably]
[exhales]
- Uh
- Oh, wow.
- Sorry. It's not you, I've just,
- [sighs]
I've never done this before.
You mean, you mean, never?
[sighs] Jesus Christ, Olivia.
- Doesn't change anything.
- It
It does.
This This was a mistake.
I feel
like an absolute dickhead.
I thought you wanted this.
You came to me, and now you're.
I know, I know,
I did, I'm so sorry.
This isn't a game. Liv.
I've got
my career to think about.
I thought you were special.
But you're not.
You're just a kid.
I know it's not a game.
Just forget it.
Just forget I said anything.
No, I said no. You just go home.
Go home.
[soft dark music playing]
And you can
forget about Head Girl.
What?
No, please.
I've worked so hard.
You know I have.
- I made a mistake, but
- Oh just stop.
You see, girls like you
aren't prefect material.
I've got proof of everything.
Remember all the messages,
photos you've sent me?
You're a damaged girl, Olivia.
Now get out of my house.
[sobs]
[exhales]
[DMac] Where the fuck is she?
[loudly chomping]
[tires screech]
[eerie music]
Oh. Fuck, that's bright.
[DMac] Wait here.
[eerie music continues]
[door slams]
[eerie music continues]
Get in.
[eerie music continues]
[exhales]
It's true what they say
about you Australians.
Big balls.
Well, in general,
I would agree with that.
But tiny tiny brains.
It's only explanation
for getting
the Gatekeeper killed.
No, no, no, no, see,
I'm innocent of that, right?
Someone's fucking with me,
like they're trying
to blow up our operation.
But if you will permit me,
I have a plan
to make it up to them.
All right?
I'll get the whole job done.
The family doesn't lose
a container full of product.
It's the same timeline.
I've got the pickup,
transfer sorted, done.
All I need
is the shipment number.
[grunting]
[rapid tense music]
[gurgling]
[rap music playing on radio]
Fuck, hurry up cuzzy. Come on.
[gasping]
[tense music continues]
[grunts] Okay. I'm sorry.
[wheezing and coughing]
I've got it, all right?
I've got it.
You don't want to have
to start all over again.
I am your best chance.
I'm your best chance.
[grunting] Fuck you.
[gurgling] Know what?
I can do this.
You get the whole thing
at the end of the week.
You'll get the whole thing
at the end of the week.
[grunting]
The container number.
[gurgling and moaning]
You have 48 hours.
[grunting]
Now, get out of my fucking car!
[coughing]
[groaning]
[intense music]
Oh, shit!
DMac?
[grunting]
[intense music]
[ominous music]
- [door opens]
- [keys rattling]
[footsteps stomping rapidly]
[door slams]
[ominous music continues]
[sobs]
[inhales and exhales]
I know it's been
a really, really hard time.
I'm just trying to keep
the family together.
We should do
family dinners again.
I could do a vegan roast.
I was reading about nut roasts.
[sighs] I don't want to be
a vegan anymore.
- I miss chicken.
- [Mia chuckles]
Hey, I get it.
Chicken is delicious.
[sighs]
- Mom?
- Hmm?
I did something really stupid
with Mr. Ambrose.
Okay.
[sighs]
I went over to his place,
and I had some wine, and then
Olivia, look at me.
Did he try something?
I kissed him, and then
I kind of freaked out,
and so he pushed
me away, and he,
he said I'm not special
and that he's not going
to vote for me anymore.
And I've just kind of gone
and messed it all up. [sobs]
You haven't missed anything up.
[sobs] I really liked him,
and I thought he liked me, too.
You need to listen to me.
None of this is your fault.
He is twice your age,
he's a teacher.
He's done something
very, very wrong.
- Do you understand?
- I just want to die.
- [Olivia sobs]
- Oh, please don't say that.
[soft tense music]
Don't worry, baby,
it'll all be okay.
[music builds]
[dramatic music]
The keys
are inside the lockboxes.
Three houses,
all with double ovens.
The driver
will be delivered an ID
that will get him
into the ports.
And I've already sent
the shipment details to DMac.
So you're all set.
I reckon this will set you down
on the ground, you fat prick.
Ahh!
It'll look better jammed
down your fucking throat.
You know what?
You can't look the way you look
going into these areas,
it will stand out too much.
It's the suburbs.
You need to dress for it.
No guns, no bling,
just regular dad style.
We'll get these
to your guys, okay? Let's go.
I need you
to do something for me.
For you Bumbag, anything.
Um, I don't really have
anything alcoholic.
Oh, but these are amazing.
That was crazy,
running into you at the bar.
Oh, you know, I had no idea
that you were
a Man United supporter.
Are you kidding? I love them.
Ha, the Red Devils, eh,
the old Red Devils. [laughs]
Oh, shit. Um
I probably shouldn't
because Uncle Darren's
got me on a big job tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, of course.
The job at the where?
- At the Ports.
- The ports. Yeah.
- Oh, that's a shame.
- Yeah.
I mean you, you used to be
so much fun to party with.
- Yeah!
- [both laugh]
- [Eli laughs]
- I mean
one little baby hit
couldn't hurt, right?
- Yeah?
- [Eli sighs]
Come on. With Aunty?
[chuckles]
[birds chirping]
- [rock music blaring]
- [Oscar] Eli?
Hello?
- Eli?
- [knocking]
[rock music blaring]
[music stops]
Hey, mate, are you awake?
Oi, Eli? Come on, buddy.
- Eli! Wake up. Okay.
- [groans]
[sniffs]
- Who the fuck are you?
- I've got the ID for you.
For the job today,
your uncle sent me.
- Uncle DMac, I guess uncle D.
- Yep. That's today.
- I'm all over it. I'm over it.
- Yep.
- Yep. I'm all over it.
- Yeah.
So. [sniffs]
Yeah, you gotta drive soon.
Maybe just get dressed
and not, not do that.
Or what? You'll tell my uncle?
Hey guy,
I'm not gonna do [sigh]
[inhales]
You little bitch. [exhales]
Okay, look, man, I'm not gonna.
Why don't you just get dressed?
[chuckles]
Okay,
hey, listen, I'm just gonna.
I'm just going to leave the ID
and the addresses here.
Okay. And, just maybe,
freshen up,
have a shower or something.
Always makes me
feel a little bit better.
I'll get some water.
The fuck are you doing?
Eli, this is
for your own good, okay?
Just take the lanyard,
do the job.
You've already had
enough drugs today, man.
Put the fucking pipe down!
Listen, you're already
very, very high.
- Give me my fucking pipe!
- No, no, no,
I can't, I can't.
No! No! No!
[grunts ands yells]
[grunts and yells continue]
[glass cracking]
Eli?
You okay buddy?
Shit.
Oh, shit! Shake that ass
While moving like a gypsy ♪
Stop! Woah. Back it up now
Let me see your hips swing ♪
Oh shit, shake that ass
While moving like a gypsy ♪
Stop! Woah! Back it up
Now let me see your hips swing ♪
Now drop it low
And let me see your hips swing ♪
Down to the floor
Now let me see your hips swing ♪
[squeaking]
G'day.
Detective Woody Morrison,
Auckland City Police.
- Are you George?
- Yeah.
What's it to you?
A van seen leaving a robbery
is registered to your garage.
The robbery is
connected to a homicide.
And the homicide
is connected to
the knee bone?
Funny.
I need to know who was
in possession of that van
two Saturdays ago, on the 17th.
No one. It was here all day.
It was spotted on CCTV
at a petrol station
in Grey Lynn.
- Says who?
- The CCTV.
Maybe it was stolen.
Why didn't you report it?
They must have brought it back.
Anyone live here with you?
- Any employees?
- No.
Do you know this guy?
[paper crinkling]
No. Cool jacket but.
Is that all Detective?
For now. I'll be in touch.
Coolies.
[suspenseful music]
[actor speaking on TV]
[knocking]
[TV] Six. I thought when you
hung up on me last night
[suspenseful music]
[insistent knocking]
[Woody] Hello?
[door knob rattling]
[footsteps
[suspenseful music continues]
[beeps]
Hi!
You need any help?
I didn't know there
were any DVD stores left.
Yeah. This one is the biggest
one in the world, so
Oh. Great film. Kiwi classic.
Yeah. You want
to rent something?
Detective Woody Morrison.
Are you the owner?
Um
Yes. Yes, that's my place.
Do you know who this is?
Nope. It's probably
just some local guy.
I should actually
throw these away.
They're like super old.
I'll hang on to that,
if that's okay.
- Okay. [nervous giggles]
- Well, have a nice day.
M-m-m-Marjorie.
Yeah. It's Marge.
Thanks, Marge.
[tense music]
[exit beep]
[laughs]
[phone vibrating]
[door squeaking]
Bro, Jin won't stop texting me!
He's pissed.
He wants us to pay him.
[tense music continues]
What if he comes to school?
He won't.
There's too many people here.
He's just trying
to freak us out.
Well, it's working, bro.
Just tell him we'll meet him
at the house tomorrow.
Alright? We'll try and move
some more before then.
We have no more customers!
All the kids that said
they wanted more bailed.
Relax, Dylan.
Worst case scenario,
we give the sneakers back
and he sells them somewhere
else, all right? Don't worry.
[school bell rings]
You took your time.
You sounded tense
on the phone, T.
What's the problem?
The shipment number you gave me
is marked for inspection.
[Tavita] They changed the date.
She can't do anything about it.
How long do we got?
We have
to move it up a few hours.
Just tell your driver
he has to leave now.
Yeah, I don't think
he can drive.
Well is he dead? Who killed him?
Well, I didn't kill him.
The coffee table killed him.
I was just trying
to get him dressed.
[phone rings and vibrates]
[whispers] Don't answer it.
- We have to. It might be DMac.
- No Please don't do it.
[phone rings and vibrates]
[phone rings and vibrates]
Dmac, it's Mia.
Where is Eli?
Um
He's unavailable right now.
[DMac] What do you mean?
Listen, I just came by
- to give him his ID and--
- [moaning]
- And he's not dead. Oh!
- Oh, thank God.
What?
Look, just tell him the job's
been moved forward.
- Jesus!
- Tavita's contact at the port
said there's
a random inspection.
It has to be cleared
before 8 p.m.
[DMac]Tell him
he's got to move now.
Okay, well, he can't drive.
He's wasted.
What? Shit!
We are [grunts] Customs are
going to shut the area down.
We are fucked
if that container gets seized.
Okay, I understand.
Look, just give me a second.
Okay, I'll call you back.
[sighs] Shit.
[suspenseful music]
That's it. We're done.
[chuckles] I'm out of moves.
Why did I think I could do this?
[sighs]
[suspenseful music continues]
I'll do it. I'll be the driver.
That's too dangerous.
No, I can do it.
Yeah. No, no. I got you, Kettle.
Do you even know
how to drive a truck?
Yeah. Come on.
I mean, how hard can it be?
[whimsical music]
[trucks rumbling]
[whimsical music continues]
[engine revving]
[engine rattling]
- [car honking]
- Sorry.
[whimsical music continues]
[engine rattling]
[brakes rattling and hissing]
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Eli, the truck driver.
[Talia] Well, you're late.
The customs inspectors
are already here,
and you can't fit
a container on that.
[Talia] Fuck! Fuck!
Wait there.
Oh, I'm so fucked. Okay. 18.
I'm gonna move you to Bay 18.
But you'll have to unload
everything here, okay?
And fast.
The police will shut down
the exits when they get here.
Just take the first right
and then follow the signs
all the way to the back.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Bay 18. Go, go, go, go!
[engine revving]
[brakes rattling]
[beep]
[tense dramatic music]
[plastic crinkling]
[suspenseful music]
[engine revving]
[brakes grinding]
[back-up alarm beeping]
[grunts]
[coughing]
- Hello.
- Hey.
- All right. ID, please.
- Yeah.
[nervous sighs]
[clears throat]
- Yeah. [clears throat]
- Hmm.
Sorry I'm a bit late.
Auckland traffic, you know.
- Yeah. Traffic.
- Yeah. Traffic.
Have I seen you before?
No, no. No, mate. Not me.
No, I've definitely seen
your face somewhere.
TV, maybe?
Are you an actor?
Ah. Video store!
I used to come in all the time.
- Bridges of Madison County!
- Yeah. That's me.
- Yeah!
- Yeah, Gary.
I knew it.
Yeah, Gary.
- Tough times, eh mate?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Who saw the streamers coming?
No, not me, mate. Not me.
[beeps]
- Bloody machines.
- Oh yeah.
- Useless. Yeah. You're alright.
- Yeah
Ahh cheers
[keys jingle]
I'll get this container
unlocked for you.
[door squeaking]
Okay.
[Oscar] Shit, shit, shit, shit.
All right, mate,
you are good to go.
- Great.
- Yep. Good.
- Awesome. Thanks, Gary.
- Yeah.
Keep your paperwork handy.
Inspectors are here.
[door squeaks]
Fuckity fuck.
[tense music]
Walk to the left.
Knife to the right. Elbows in.
[tense music continues]
Wayne!
Mia Bennett. Olivia's mom.
Oh. Hi, Mia. Sorry.
I'm just, heading out.
I won't take long.
Listen, I know what you've
been up to with my daughter.
I'm sorry?
Let's not do that.
Olivia's got a crush on you.
She's been over to your house.
I've been a support for her.
- A support? Yes.
- Yeah.
With wine. Right?
This is private property.
I'm happy to take this up
at school.
I'm not here to play this out
in the court of public opinion.
Because let's face it,
you will lose.
I was just thinking
we could come up
with an arrangement of sorts.
I don't think
that's appropriate.
With all due respect,
you know fuck all
about what's appropriate.
[steps scuffing]
You will make sure
Olivia becomes Head Girl.
You give your vote.
You shake hands.
Lesson learned. Or
I've got nothing to hide.
You didn't let me finish. Or
I talked to some of my friends,
and we figured things
out a different way.
A way that might involve me
removing some
of your fucking teeth.
[nervous chuckle]
You can't be serious.
I'm as serious
as a heart attack, cunt.
[tense music]
I'm calling the police.
[grunts]
- I wouldn't do that, perv.
- [grunting]
[groans]
So, what do you say, Wayne?
[soft grunting]
Do we have a deal?
[grunting] Yes.
Oh. That's great. That's great.
[gagging]
[coughing and grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
[indistinct chattering]
You do want to see?
Yeah.
Especially
when the lights are on.
[chuckles]
Sorry I'm late.
[laughs]
Looks delicious.
Thanks.
[music fades]
- Good to go?
- Yep.
Where are you off to?
Uh, inspection down at the ports
got brought forward 'cause it
clashed with someone's birthday.
Go figure. Hm.
- Have fun.
- Yep.
[mouse clicking]
[mouse clicking]
[lift whirring]
Come on, come on.
Fuck!
Shit, shit, shit!
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
- Hello.
- All right. [sighs]
DSS Jack Young,
Auckland City Police.
We're locking down
the area until further notice.
Cool.
I'll just get the paperwork.
[suspenseful music continues]
[exhales]
[mouse scrolling]
[suspenseful music continues]
[suspenseful music continues]
[sigh] Got you.
[suspenseful music continues]
[door rattles and locks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine rumbling]
[suspenseful music continues]
[relieved sigh]
[engine grinding]
Hurry! Go!
[steady rumble]
Yee-hoo!
[speaker] Attention! The Port
is now in lockdown.
All exits will be closed
until further notice.
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
Thanks, mate. Good.
[tense music continues]
[engine revving]
[steady rumble]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[Spider whispers] Six.
[Saskia sighs]
Deal me in.
Sorry, Saskia, I can't.
It's solitaire.
Oh. Duh. [chuckle]
[glass clinking]
Hmm.
So why are you not with DMac?
He's with Mia.
He's fucking
sorting out her bullshit.
Are you serious?
He's cut me out.
I've been a fucking
loyal soldier for years.
And what's he do?
He chooses a mom over me.
He's changed since he met her.
The DMac that I married,
he never would have
worked with the 47's.
Tavita, he's gonna take over
King Street. And then what?
I mean, everything
that you have worked for,
it's just gone.
It means nothing.
[sighs] I don't know.
Maybe I'm just
overthinking it. [exhales]
What other options
do we have, though?
Well, I mean
he's only the boss
because you say he is.
[engine rumbling]
[tense music]
You can just dump the truck.
Boys will load
the gear into the van.
We'll take it from there.
Oh, so we're all done?
Awesome. Awesome. Yes.
I'll tell Mia.
Yep, she'll be stoked.
Who's Mia?
Mia, Mia Bennett.
You know, like
Sort of yay high.
Short hair, friends with DMac.
[music darkens]
You know,
it doesn't matter, actually.
I'm just gonna get going.
I'll be in there.
I'll see you later, man.
I'm going to be in that thing.
See you later, dude.
[soft upbeat music]
[music intensifies]
How did it go?
Did you wait up for me?
I was worried about you.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I mean
I kind of saved the day.
[chuckles]
[chuckles] That's awesome.
Oh, and guess what?
I was looking up the guy,
Richard Harlowe,
and I think I found something.
That scary client of Jerry's
is his daughter.
Is this your woman
from the hotel?
[soft gasp] Yes.
Her name's Saskia.
I sent it to Mia.
[tense electronic music]
Dangerous, you're dangerous ♪
Like your heart beats
A rhythm, you're scandalous. ♪
You're hot like a devil ♪
You're surely lost in Heaven ♪
When you're underneath
Its spell ♪
You're surely lost in Heaven ♪
When you're underneath
Its spell ♪
You burn inside ♪
You're hot like the devil ♪
- [Dylan] What's up?
- [Max] Morning.
Think you can get away with
trying to rip me off, eh puta?
Cash flow has been
a bit [stammers] short.
Shut the fuck up ese.
I want to get paid
plus interest.
Jin bro, we never
talked about interest.
But you can have the shoes back.
And what we've made.
You gonna pay me home slice.
- Where my shoes at!
- Inside.
All right, we can,
we can figure it out.
[tense music]
Fuck this noise!
Yo, who the fuck are yous?
Who the fuck are you?
We're the kings.
This is our castle fool.
You're trying to steal our shit?
You tell DMac that
this is my shit now, okay?
And if he wants to play dirty,
I'm happy to do it his way.
I ain't leaving
without the gear.
- I want to get my kicks concho!
- [guns click]
You get your kicks
wherever you fucking want.
Just not here.
[tense music continues]
Unless you want a fucking war.
[yelling] Boo!
You mess with the bull ese,
You mess with the bull
you gonna get the hor
[gun shots]
[soft piano music]
- [lips smacking]
- [both groaning]
[grunts]
[panting]
Sorry. Are you not?
- Was I being too
- No.
Oscar, look.
Fuck!
[door creaks]
[piano music continues]
[music fades]
[door slams]
[Max] Mom?
Mom?
I'm sorry.
Max? For what? Sweetheart?
[exhales] I was trying to make
money after Dad died.
And me and Dylan
were selling sneakers.
[sniffles]
These guys got shot,
and I think they're dead.
Shot? Where? Where's Dylan?
He's okay. He told his dad.
He's going down
to the open home.
Ricky's going to which
open home when?
Now. Some bad shit
was happening in there,
- but we didn't know. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
You stay here.
You stay here with Nana.
Okay. I'll be right back.
I love you. Mom!
- [Sally] Yeah?
- You stay with Max.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, darling.
- [sobs]
- Oh, sweetheart.
- [sobs]
[phone ringing]
[Ricky] Kia Ora,
you've reached Ricky Ioane.
Real Estate King.
- If you're in the market
- Shit!
Kia Ora, you've reached
Ricky Ioane
DMac?
DMac?
[suspenseful music]
You're Saskia.
And you're Jerry's wife, Mia.
Hi.
Cupcake,
what are you doing here?
I see you've met
the wife, the ex-wife, the--
Who the fuck knows anymore?
Cook should be about done.
Everything's on track.
What do you need?
Um
There were shots fired
at the open house.
Ricky went down there.
Now he's not
answering his phone.
What are you talking about?
Where the fuck's my gear?
I don't know, I don't think
it'll be there anymore.
Fuck!
Baby, what's happened?
Tavita just fucking robbed us.
[yelling] Fuck!
[tense dramatic music]
[motorcycle rumbling]
Well, we need to move quick.
No fucking around, all right?
Plane is on its way.
We load as soon as it lands.
Move that van
out of sight. Let's go.
- Sorry, boss.
- What?
One problem.
Someone showed up
after you left.
We didn't know what to do. So
[bag rustling]
Who the fuck are you?
[Ricky panting]
[music fades]
[ending theme music]