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[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]