M.I.A. (2026) s01e07 Episode Script

1
Who is this little fellow?
-Mouser.
-He's so cute.
[Caroline]
I need you to apply pressure.
[Samuel]
Who needs to crack?
[Caroline]
A zoning board idealist
who's blocking
our Little Haiti project.
Scare him.
Don't kill him.
I will not be intimidated.
No, no, no!
I'll do whatever you want.
[Etta] Juan Acuna is here.
I'm taking him out.
I prefer not to be involved.
[Etta] You won't be.
Once you take him
to the alley,
I take it from there.
-[Etta grunts]
-[Lovely yells]
-[Juan yells]
-[Lovely grunts]
-[Etta yells]
-[Juan grunts]
-Hey.
-Do not speak to me!
Hurry up!
[screams]
[Etta] You lost family
in the Holocaust.
-Were your parents in Auschwitz?
-[Lena] They died there.
-Dani.
-Yeah?
I need your
youthful strength
to move a piece
of furniture.
-[Taser crackles]
-[Etta groans]
[body thuds]
[heavy breathing]
[Lena] [voice echoing]
Who sent you here?
Who are you?
What is your name?
Your real name?
Why were you spying on me?
Who sent you here?
[ominous music playing]
[light buzzing]
[door slams]
[Lena] Since you won't
give me answers
I dug for them on my own.
Dani Cruz fell off the grid
two years ago.
I'm not the only Dani Cruz.
You are the Dani Cruz
whose birthday matches
the license you bought
at an addiction clinic.
I needed a new identity.
Why?
I had to get away
from a really bad guy.
Needed to start over,
just some someplace
he couldn't hunt me down.
What is your name?
Anne Cooper.
-Another lie.
-I have no beef with you.
I'm not a threat to you.
I will be the judge of that.
I don't care
if you're Mossad.
I won't tell anyone.
[Lena] Delusions.
Delusions are a symptom
of exhaustion,
dehydration.
Your family was murdered
in a concentration camp
which gave you an axe
to grind. Rightfully so.
That does not make me a spy.
[scoffs]
The papers in your desk
are in Arabic language
and have an
Israeli stamp on them.
Tell me your real name now,
and this ordeal ends.
[knife clicks]
Your body would not be the first
that I have disposed of.
[gasps]
I got rid of one last week.
Twice your size.
[tense music playing]
Huh?
You can talk, or I can cut.
Etta Tiger-Jonze.
Why are you here,
Etta Tiger-Jonze?
-Huh?
-My family was murdered.
[gentle music playing]
[exhales heavily]
Start from the beginning.
[knife clicks]
♪♪
[Etta]
It was messy and scary.
I felt like a tornado
just out of control.
-[yells]
-[gasps]
[Lena] Unbridled rage.
Can be overwhelming
and all-consuming.
[Etta] [softly]
Yeah.
I sucked someone I care about
into my chaos.
I don't want to put people
who matter to me in danger.
Clean kills
come with training.
Patience. Commitment.
Killing is not for you.
Tell the guy I just killed.
-You got lucky.
-[scoffs]
You have 11 men to go.
It is too many for one girl.
I'm not just any girl.
[Lena] Yes, I can see that.
Still, your Aunt Carmen
is right.
-You should walk away.
-Walk away?
What the fuck kind
of advice is that?
Atrocities go unpunished
all the time.
The men who killed my family
are going to hell.
Reliance on
divine intervention.
That is the better path for you.
My intervention.
[Lena]
You think you can kill again?
Yes.
And keep your own life intact?
[tense music playing]
[sighs] Well, my odds improve
with help from
a world-class mentor.
Why would I mentor you?
Monsters killed
your family, too.
Common ground is not enough.
Wait. Where are you going?
Back to work.
[keys jingling]
What about me?
What about you?
Lena, come on. Lena!
[door closes]
[exhales sharply]
[mutters]
[gasps]
[chair scraping]
[grunts, breathes heavily]
[exhaling, grunting]
[exhales] Okay.
♪♪
[grunts]
Okay.
[grunts]
Okay.
Okay.
-[yells]
-[zip-tie snaps]
[exhales sharply]
-[grunts]
-[zip-tie snaps]
[dramatic music building]
Two minutes, 37 seconds.
You were fucking timing me?
To see how you respond
to adversity.
And now?
[exhales, stomps]
I will help you.
♪♪
[exhales sharply]
[breathing heavily]
[sports announcer on radio,
indistinct]
[phone vibrating]
[turns off radio]
Mrs. Carver, how are you?
Mr. Kincaid, come.
I want to show you something.
[Kincaid]
What am I looking at?
Lots I've purchased
in Little Haiti.
-Nearly two blocks worth.
-Nearly.
There are three residents
holding out.
I want a full workup
on each one of them.
Financial overview,
personal affairs.
Ah, you're looking for leverage.
For what motivates them.
Just as I know
what motivates you.
Well, y-you-you've already
paid me for the month.
That's a bonus.
For?
Expediting your reports.
I need them as soon as possible.
[Kincaid]
Ray Toussaint. Lou Baptiste.
Judith Cheri.
♪♪
[bloops]
♪♪
[knock on car]
[nearby construction noise]
How have you been?
Fine. How are you?
Uh, us not talking sucks.
I needed space from you.
I was a mess. I get it.
But I'm working on it.
I found someone
who's gonna help me.
Help you?
Yeah, get better
at what I'm here to do
so I don't put you or
[inhales sharply]
anyone else I care about
in danger again.
I thought you'd think
that was a good thing.
That is all you have to say?
Uh, that
and I'm sorry
for the other night.
I-I lost my shit,
and I put you in harm's way.
-I trusted you.
-I know.
And you betrayed my trust.
I said I was sorry.
-You do not sound sorry.
-Okay.
No! Not okay.
You promised me
I would not get hurt.
And I told you
I'm gonna learn
to get better at it.
What happened at the club
is not gonna happen again.
It should never happen at all!
I'm trying to apologize here!
That is right.
You are trying to apologize.
It is about you!
Being there for you
has gotten me fired,
nearly killed
and having a hand
in taking a life.
He fucking deserved it.
So, did I?
Did I deserve to be
a part of that?
No.
You acted without a thought
for anyone other than yourself.
And now I do not know
if you are the friend
I thought you were.
Wha--
What about your dream?
You said it was a message,
that we were connected.
Perhaps the message
is a warning.
[loud crash]
[backhoe beeping]
[dramatic music playing]
[Aunt Judith gasps]
Oh!
[yells] Oh!
You have destroyed
my fence.
You must fix it!
Fix it? This whole block
is getting razed.
Not my lot.
This is my home.
You must pay for repairs!
Take it up with the new
property owners, RRG.
It's their problem.
Actually, it's your problem.
You are
the subcontractors.
So what?
Property law states
that if damage is caused,
not only is
the landowner liable,
so are the subcontractors.
Ms. Cheri is well
within her right
to take you guys
to small claims court.
Man, give me a fuckin' break.
Fighting a claim
will cost you thousands.
You'll have to hire a lawyer.
That lawyer will charge you
for every motion
that needs to be filed.
You will hemorrhage money.
Ms. Cheri will win,
and you will still end up
paying for her fence.
She's right.
So, what's it gonna be?
Fork over cash
for repairs now,
or take the long,
more expensive road?
[Brawny sighs]
Okay. Six hundred
should cover it.
-You're forgetting about labor.
-Uh-uh, no. I'll have
my nephew
perform the repairs.
Stray has a brain.
[chuckles]
Stanley, I know how
you're spending this weekend.
Thank you, baby.
I will repair the fence.
I can help until I leave
for work.
I do not need your help.
♪♪
♪♪
[Matt] Dani.
Matt. Hey.
Peace offering?
You just don't
got quit in you.
One of my finest qualities.
[sucks teeth]
Girl's gotta eat.
You came all the way out here
to eat cold fries with me?
You're holding down two jobs,
so I figure
if I want to see you,
I gotta go the distance.
And ambush me at work?
You're not exactly
the world's greatest
communicator.
Yeah, well, nobody's perfect.
I'm not looking for perfection.
What are you looking for?
Connection.
With you.
[Etta] Hmm.
-Matt--
-Let me finish
what I came here to say
before you brush me off again.
You're right.
I don't have quit in me.
And I don't get the sense
you want to quit me either.
[soft music playing]
I do like you.
Sorry.
Could you, could you
repeat that, please?
[snickers]
I'm [sighs]
a complicated individual.
You're also smart,
witty, badass.
Thing is
I don't get the sense
you're keeping it real with me.
Is there somebody else
in the picture?
With all the time I have?
[chuckles] No.
What's holding you back?
My parents died recently.
Oh, shit.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, I'm pretty
fucked up over it.
And I don't think I'll ever
get over losing them.
[inhales deeply]
But
I do know this.
You, Matthew
are fucking great.
[chuckles softly]
So, when I say it's not you
it really isn't.
I get it.
I lost my dad when I was ten.
Hmm.
I can't imagine how hard
that must have been.
-My dad was my hero.
-[both chuckle]
Yeah, same.
I wish I could tell you
that the hole goes away.
It doesn't.
Your heart just finds a way
to grow around it.
[inhales sharply, exhales]
[somber music playing]
[shaky breath]
[sniffles]
[exhales]
[door opens]
-Lunch break's over.
-Yeah.
-I gotta get back.
-Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Um, listen [sniffles]
um if you ever
want to talk,
you have my number.
305-188-4634.
Show-off.
[chuckles]
♪♪
[Lena] You like him?
Who?
The kid.
He's a friend.
Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
What did you find?
One of my contacts
pulled data.
We find anything
on the Rojas cartel?
No.
But some of Juan's associates
do have criminal histories.
Do any of these men
look familiar?
♪♪
[folders rustling]
[dramatic music playing]
This one.
Your next target.
[Etta] Xavier Alta.
[Etta]
Arrested for battery,
aggravated assault
with a deadly weapon.
The list goes on and on.
This is where you
make me a promise.
[Etta] To do what?
To put the mission
above all else.
Definitely.
It's why I'm here.
Now we begin.
Alright. How should I do it?
The answer to that question
requires more intelligence.
[drawer closes]
Time for field training.
[suspenseful music playing]
♪♪
[Aunt Judith] Why are you
watching my house?
Oh, hey.
Ms. Cheri, I presume.
Why are you
watching my house?
[clears throat] My employer
is interested in making--
Oh, I know what your
employer is interested in,
and you can go tell them
I'm not selling my home!
-Now you be gone from here.
-[fence rattles]
-Go on, now! Go!
-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'll relay the message.
I'm sorry to trouble you.
[muttering] Piece of shit.
It's okay, Stanley, it's okay.
♪♪
[Boone] Señor Rojas.
Boone.
Payday Tuesday.
Never really cared
for the second-worst day
of the week
till you boys came along.
-Ain't that right, Gary?
-That's right.
See you next Tuesday,
fellas.
Who's left?
Federov's representative.
[Federov] Not today.
[ominous music playing]
Today you get
genuine article.
Ah, yes.
Well, what a man collects
speaks volumes, no?
Pay Mr. Federov his cut
so he can get on with his day.
[Federov] My day can wait.
Gentlemen
I have business opportunity
for you.
Huh?
Come.
Downstairs.
[Federov laughs]
Come!
[tense music playing]
You Rojas boys
have delivered, huh?
No disruption in payment,
no dropped shipment.
And I am in market
for new runners.
What happened
to your old ones?
Well, hm,
disappointing results.
So, I make permanent change.
You're interested in expansion.
That is why you encroach
on my territory with women.
-No?
-Every business needs to grow.
Nothing grows
like arms business.
Billion-dollar industry.
I acquire the weapons.
You run them for me.
Make triple what you earn
on women and drugs
combined.
Yeah, with severely
enhanced risk.
[Federov] Well, that is
what money is for.
Where do you need them to go?
To highest bidder, of course.
This time, West Africa.
What will be my cut?
-[Federov] Thirty-five percent.
-Of?
[Federov] Yuri,
what is value of this load?
Sixty million.
Fifty percent.
Five of that up front.
Before we continue,
I need time
to look at our numbers
and resources.
See if we can accommodate
your opportunity.
We'll get back to you.
Don't take too long,
Rojas boys.
I need shipment
deployed tonight.
♪♪
[Lena]
Alta's car is not here.
We should be good.
I know you're
into cleanliness,
but you could go easy
on the bleach.
Bleach is
the best cleaning agent.
-For a car?
-For blood, shit, vomit.
Oof. You'd be surprised
how many fluids
corpses can secrete.
What do you see?
It's a quiet street.
Single-family homes
with cameras.
This device disables signals.
To disrupt
wireless recordings.
Mm-hmm. It is now yours.
Oh, thanks.
Press the button to engage.
-[device beeps]
-[static crackles]
And put these on.
Well, we just disabled
the cameras.
Your mission does not require
disabling eyewitnesses.
Right.
[suspenseful music playing]
-This is a wafer--
-Wafer tumbler.
You got a raking pick
and tension rod in there?
How does a Key Largo girl
know of such things?
-YouTube.
-Huh.
Show me.
You got tension rod
goes in first.
Yes.
-And then raking pick.
-[Lena] Gently.
Come in under the cylinders.
[metallic clicking]
[suspenseful music continues]
[lock clicks]
Beginner's luck.
Natural aptitude.
Don't ever rely on luck.
[tense music playing]
Hey!
Ghosts don't leave prints.
[gloves snapping]
What do you see?
-[Etta] Cocaine user.
-[Lena] What else?
He's into porn.
And escorts.
How do you know?
Scan the code.
"Mystique Miami Companions.
Any age, any size,
anything you desire."
[car engine roaring,
tires screeching]
We leave. Now.
Uh-- [scoffs]
-[car approaching]
-Dani.
Now is not the time.
-Hurry!
-[car door closes]
[dramatic music playing]
♪♪
[door slams]
[keypad clicking]
[lock clicks]
Come.
♪♪
[laughs]
-Wow.
-[door closes]
Slice the carotid with that,
the target bleeds out
in two minutes.
Wait, you're Jewish.
Why a rosary?
It's not a rosary.
It's a garrote.
Holy shit.
-Can I use it?
-No.
I'm stronger than I look.
Strength has little
to do with it.
Kills should appear
as accidents
or suicides
whenever possible.
It saves you
the messy step of disposal.
This is very useful
when your target has,
uh, certain proclivities.
Autoerotic asphyxiation.
You can make it look as though
they took their kink too far.
-[Etta] Mm.
-Depression.
They couldn't mentally bear
the rigors of life.
Weaponize their habits
and behaviors against them.
Exactly.
What should I use
to kill Xavier?
Planning is the second step.
What's the first?
Conquering yourself.
If you cannot
master your mind,
your mind will master you.
-Got it.
-No, you don't "got it."
You have proven to be impulsive,
with a hot temper.
The absolute worst profile
to go into this line of work,
and yet the most common.
Yeah. Well,
that's a cruel irony.
One must learn
self-regulation.
-Okay.
-Come.
Sit.
♪♪
Close your eyes.
Picture Xavier Alta's face.
[whispering] Close your eyes.
Remember him killing
your brother.
[inhales sharply]
-[gunfire]
-[muffled screams]
[heartbeat thumping]
[shaky breathing]
You are flush with rage.
Why wouldn't I be?!
Take a breath,
a deep breath.
[inhales deeply]
[inhales deeply]
Now exhale. [exhales]
[muffled screaming]
I want you to remember
your last happy memory
with Wyatt.
[shaky breathing]
[gentle music playing]
[sobs softly]
♪♪
[Lena] How do you feel now?
Sad but
[Lena] But what?
Okay.
Lock in this feeling.
Now open your eyes.
This is how you must feel
before you strike.
Calm. Focused.
You let your rage
take over
you will lose.
♪♪
Coco, no.
It's not safe over here.
[Coco meows]
Stay with Mouser
and Pickles.
Mouser?
Mouser?
-[backhoe rumbling]
-[debris clattering]
Stop! Stop! Please!
Stop! Please.
What the hell is wrong
with you, man?
-We've got a job to do here.
-Mouser is missing.
Who the fuck is Mouser?
My cat. It's small and gray.
Now that you mention it,
we did see him
running around back here.
-Where?
-Don't know.
Mouser, where are you?
Come out, Mouser!
Mouser?
[lid creaking]
-What a shame.
-Yeah.
Should have kept him off-site.
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[screams, cries]
Mouser!
[Brawny] Knock it off.
We got work to do.
-My Mouser! You hurt Mouser!
-Enough of this shit.
Get the fuck outta here!
Mouser! [screams]
[thudding]
[both grunt]
[Stanley screaming, wailing]
[Samuel] We agreed
to discuss the offer.
It's 30 mill.
There's nothing to discuss.
But there's risk.
There's exposure.
Nobody knows the waters
off Bimini better than Boone.
There are agencies that do.
ATF, Homeland Security.
We don't have anyone
on our payroll there
that insulates us from them.
[Mateo]
You had the same concerns
when we expanded into women.
Yeah. And it's created
this problem.
-Opportunity.
-The deeper we get in
with Federov, the greater
control he has over us.
You think I'm stupid?
You think I haven't
thought this through?
That's not what I'm saying.
The more business we have
with that Russian prick,
the more money we make.
The plan was to try
and distance ourselves
from him.
Plans change.
We're doing this.
You worry too much.
Tell my little brother
he worries too much.
Samuel makes a good point.
Your father would not--
Opinions are
like assholes, Elias.
Boone will call you
once the freighter handoff
has been made.
After that,
you reach out to Federov,
make arrangements
to collect our cut.
-Thirty mill.
-[exhales]
Dad never made that
from one score.
Dad knew how to mitigate risk.
We're making enough
as it is.
I decide what's enough.
You don't have
a legacy to think of.
[phone chimes]
I promised Gabí I'd be
at Isaac's school play.
He's the Wise Oak Tree.
♪♪
[door opens, closes]
[Lena] Let's recap.
Exploit your
target's weakness.
Use his addictions
against him.
And they are?
Drugs and sex.
And how will you gain access?
I can go in as an escort.
A honey trap.
It's an effective tactic.
You have tools for that?
[scoffs]
You can make it look
as though
he OD'd on his
drug of choice.
Or Alta could expire
mid-coitus from
a heart attack.
I won't sleep with
that piece of shit, Lena.
I could drown him
in his hot tub.
Make that look accidental.
I will get my hands
on a paralytic.
-Can you get it by tonight?
-[Lena] Yes.
You show up as an escort,
pretend your presence is a,
a scheduling oversight
by the agency.
What now?
[Lena]
Go dress like the part.
And come right back.
Hey.
What happened?
I do not know.
He will not say.
Um, what's in the box?
[Lovely] Mouser.
Oh, he's
I do not know how he died.
I have asked.
Stanley will not speak.
I do not know
how to reach him.
Is it okay if I try?
Hey, Stan.
Well, it's not far down
to paradise ♪
At least it's not for me ♪
And if the wind is right ♪
We can sail away ♪
[both] Find tranquility ♪
Oh, the canvas
can do miracles ♪
Just you wait and see ♪
Believe me ♪
What has happened,
Stanley?
I made trouble.
What kind of trouble?
[crickets chirping]
[gasps]
-[Lovely] Did you do this?
-[Stanley] Yes.
-Why?
-They tried to hurt me.
They wouldn't stop,
so I hurt them back.
Did anyone
see what happened?
No.
They crushed Mouser,
dumped him in there.
-We have to get rid of 'em.
-What?
You heard Stanley.
It was self-defense.
Dani, we must
think about this.
Do you want to leave Stanley's
fate in someone else's hands?
-No.
-Okay, neither do I.
Manslaughter is 15 years.
Someone could find them.
Not if we do it right.
[exhales sharply]
Okay, easiest way would be
to dump 'em in the Gulf Stream,
but we don't have access
to a boat.
Sun comes up in 11 hours.
Wh-what stage are you in?
At the construction site?
-Pouring foundation.
-Okay.
We'll take them there.
Bury 'em in concrete.
[cell phone chimes]
[Lovely] Who is that?
It can wait.
[dramatic music playing]
[concrete sloshing]
♪♪
[knocking]
[meows]
How did it go?
No one saw us.
We're good.
Stanley?
Are you okay?
I made trouble for you,
Lovely, Auntie Judith.
But you didn't mean to,
Stanley.
That does not make it right.
Everyone makes mistakes
they wish they could undo.
I did not deserve your help.
Well, I didn't
deserve it either.
And you and Lovely
were there for me
when I needed it most.
That's what friends do.
They show up for each other.
Thank you
for being my friend.
♪♪
Dani.
I am very appreciative
of what you did for Stanley.
There are times
when I can think about
somebody other than myself.
I'm not a total monster.
Not like you were
the other night.
I was selfish
and consumed.
And I am truly sorry,
Lovely.
Can you forgive me?
I've really missed
my best friend. [chuckles]
You are forgiven.
I have missed you, too.
I'll never put you in
a situation like that again.
I understand the need
for avenging angels.
What you are undertaking
must be terrifying.
[inhales sharply]
It's necessary.
♪♪
Go.
Make your list shorter.
The information you requested.
Financials, personal data.
Socials, if they're on 'em.
From the looks of it,
these folks are
barely scraping by.
Good.
How so?
I'm prepared to offer them
larger buyouts.
Well, that'll come in handy
with Toussaint.
He's underwater
on his mortgage.
And Baptiste's wife
is leaving him,
so that'll likely be
incentive enough.
But, uh, Ms. Cheri, uh
What about her?
No outstanding debt.
Never missed
a mortgage payment.
No levers to pull
that I can find.
The sum I'm willing to spend
would change her life.
Not everyone embraces change,
you know?
Wait till she sees my offer.
You don't hear "no" much,
do you?
I do. Just doesn't stop me.
Forces me to find a path
to "yes."
That's all for now.
Mrs. Carver.
[door clangs]
[knocking]
Lena?
Lena!
I know you're in there.
-Open up.
-[latch clicks]
I'm sorry I'm late.
You're sorry you're late.
You promised me
the mission comes first.
You either lied
or are weak.
A friend was in serious trouble.
-I had to help him--
-You chose to help him.
Chose to put a personal affair
ahead of the mission,
which tells me
you are not committed.
You've never made a mistake?
Never helped somebody out
when they needed it most?
I was helping you.
-You broke my trust.
-Okay. For a good reason.
That's not how trust
with me works.
If that's how you are,
then I don't want
to learn from you.
I lost everyone I loved,
and if choosing the mission
means I have to let people
I care about get hurt, then I
don't want to learn from you!
I'll find a way
to do this on my own.
And get yourself killed?
My problem, not yours.
Wrong.
It is my problem.
Jesus.
Take it.
I do not wish to find
another shit,
bottom-of-the-barrel
housekeeper.
♪♪
[sniffs]
[knocking]
[door opening]
Who are you?
Crystal.
What's with the getup?
You ordered a naughty nurse.
Not tonight, I didn't.
Oh, it must have been
a scheduling mistake.
Fucking Fernando.
Yeah. Guy's an idiot.
Yeah.
-Well, I'm here.
-[Xavier] Well, go home.
You gonna make me
party alone?
♪♪
[door slams]
[dramatic music playing]
♪♪
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