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[♪ 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]