Original subtitles

Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Next.

[machine beeps]

[♪ tense music playing]

Welcome back, Mr. Roberts.

[♪ tense music continues]

[♪ tense music continues]

[speaking Spanish]

[Bumbag] Got it.

[♪ soft music playing]

Your country looks like a farm.

[woman] Well, there are 25 million sheep.

Stop talking.

Puta.

[♪ music turns tense]

[photocopier whirring]

[♪ tense music playing]

Take the loaded magazine.

And with the bullets facing forward

and the numbers facing back,

you would insert it like this.

For demonstration purposes, I'm going to take the empty one,

- bullets facing forward... - [rapid knocking]

Oh, looks great.

You are such a bad liar.

I wish I never did filler.

It's ok to have a midlife crisis

and you could be perimenopausal.

Oh, my God, I don't want to know how you know about that.

I read things.

Security guy said he's done. I'm gonna get a ride with Dylan.

- Is that okay? - Okay, sweetie.

[inhales and exhales]

[Olivia] Mom?

Hey.

Are you wearing makeup?

Catching the bus.

He says everything's controlled by your phone,

but blow me down if I can figure it out.

I'll go and get my other glasses.

All done.

Place is rigged tighter than a camel's ass in a sandstorm.

[Mia chuckles]

Hey, listen.

For an extra five hundy,

I can install an off-market feature

I've created to scare off intruders.

If you yell rape, it triggers this.

[alarm blaring]

[speaker voice] Police! Come out with your hands up!

- Police! Freeze! - That's... great. Graham.

You can add that.

[♪ intense musical buildup]

[tires screeching]

[♪ quiet tense music]

[exhales]

[elevator dings]

[dog yaps]

[dog whining]

Hi, sweetheart.

Don't sweetheart me!

[Saskia] I was talking to the dog.

You're the one who wanted this divorce.

And now we've got lawyers who want to suck--

They're ready for you.

Thank you.

You are not getting half my fucking assets, okay?

Don't be silly, Darren.

I never wanted just half.

[Mia] Hello?

Hey. I didn't expect you.

Hey. Oh. What happened to your?

I... walked into a cupboard.

Oh. Were your eyes open?

It's a long story. Listen, I'm sorry to bust in like this.

No. Oh, my God, that's totally fine.

- You can meet my fish. LeBron. - LeBron?

Yeah, yeah. It's ironic because he's, he's so small.

Yeah. Um listen I... don't want to freak you out.

Why would you freak me out?

It's the police.

They have a photo of you in the jacket

leaving Jerry's hotel room.

It's on CCTV. They think you killed him.

I'm sorry. Just...

[frantically mumbling]

I'm a suspect in a murder case,

and the police have me on camera?

Then yeah, that's,

- that's gonna freak me out. - It's a blurry photo.

- You can't quite tell it's you. - What if I go to prison?

What if I go to prison?

What's going to happen LeBron, for a start?

Listen to me. All you have to do,

you just have to get rid of the jacket, okay?

No. What? No.

- No way. That is my dad's. - Yes.

If the police know that that jacket was

right outside the door right before Jerry, you know...

No. No way.

- I mean, absolutely not. - You were the last one there.

What about sexy blonde face?

Did she have to give up her favorite jacket? No!

Oscar, just get rid of the jacket,

then there's nothing tying you to the photo.

- Oh unless I find her. - Oh my God.

And then I can take her to the police myself.

How are you gonna find her?

- You don't even know her name. - That's true, but I could,

she's probably a criminal or criminal adjacent.

So all I need to do is look

at photos of blonde woman that have been arrested.

Stop. Just burn it.

- I'm not listening to this. - Damn it!

And you are crazy if you think that I'm burning that jacket.

- I have to go to work. - No way, no way, no way.

Wait. What do you mean, work?

We need to talk about this photo.

Mia, wait.

[sighs]

[♪ ominous music playing]

Arna?

- Hey. - What do we have?

Uh, jogger spotted something in the river

earlier this morning.

Called it in at 7:17.

One of our cars in the area came down at 7:26.

Found this.

Jesus.

Single gunshot wound to the head.

Looks like a hit.

Anyone touched him?

Only to pull him out of the water.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Why would he be carrying his passport?

Let's have this run through the system.

Send me an address as soon as you have one,

I'll inform the family.

Yeah.

[Woody] Fuck, it's getting brutal out there.

Oh, there's our new nurse.

Welcome, welcome. How are you going?

You settling in okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I hear you, uh, know your way around a rubber glove.

Sorry. Uh, Bridget told me you were a paramedic.

Oh, yeah. Briefly, in a past life.

Well, I hope it's not too boring for you here.

You know, doling out Panadol and plasters.

It's perfect for me,

you know, after everything. So...

Yeah. Yeah.

I did want to say how sorry I was about Jerry.

You just never know what's going on for a fella, do you?

Mm. Yeah. You really don't.

You wouldn't know it to look at me,

but I also had, you know, that depression.

- Yeah. - Oh. Yeah.

It was my divorce that pushed me over the edge.

- Oh. - My ex-wife took everything.

Now I'm in a single bed in a studio apartment,

back to my 20s.

This place, it's all I've got to live for now.

Genuinely.

Oh, what happened to your eye?

Looks like you got punched in the face.

Sorry. Uh, I will go.

Welcome aboard and haere mai.

Yep, it's the official welcome here.

[school bell ringing]

All right. Thanks, everyone.

Remember Thursday, study group 3:30.

I want some more names on the board, please.

And don't forget to bring your textbooks

back next class, please.

Assignments are due Friday.

Come and see me if you need an extension.

Hey, I just wanted to say thank you

so much for your help with my speech.

And I know you like coffee, so here's just...

Okay. Thank you.

[both chuckling]

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Um, I made some changes based on your notes.

So you, are you busy?

I'd love for you to go through it again.

Bugger. I've got a meeting over lunch.

Listen, I'm.

I'm doing a reading on my book this week.

Why don't you come along?

We'll go through your speech after.

Yeah, I'd love that. That'd be, um. Yes.

- Yeah. - Great.

Thanks again for the voucher.

It was really thoughtful.

[♪ eerie music playing]

[children yelling outside]

[rain pattering]

Hi.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes.

Do you know a Jose Roberts?

Jose.

It's me, I'm Jose Roberts.

Right. Uh, I'm a detective with the Auckland Police.

Oh, cool.

Do you mind if I come in? I just have a few questions.

Uh, yes,

but I better ask my wife.

[DMac] Sorry, I'm sorry I'm late, Spides.

Never get married, mate.

I swear, that woman, she like, she, she grinds my gears.

[exhales] So where's the guy?

I thought he was supposed to meet us here.

- Maybe jet lagged? - Nah.

Nah, it's the middle of the afternoon.

How much rest do you need?

How did he seem when he got off the plane?

Don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

You picked him up.

No I didn't.

Your contact lady fella called reception

said she was going to sus it.

My contact lady fella called reception

and said she'd wait, wait.

Are you saying that the Cartel contact

that only ever calls me on this fucking phone

gave us a tinkle on the old landline to discuss travel plans

for the criminal we just imported into the country?

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

What am I gonna tell her now?

[♪ ominous music playing]

What? Did you...

Did you just call me?

Oh, I got I got it on silent.

- That's stupid of me. - It is. Where is the gatekeeper?

Oh, a boy's just picking him up right now.

Thought we'd give him a little, little sleep in.

- Jet lag. - He's not answering my texts.

No. Well, he said yesterday

he wanted to keep comms to a minimum.

- Right, Spider? - That's right. Minimal comms.

[DMac] We are golden.

You told me to look after him, and I'm looking after him.

I have the instructions from my boss.

If there's any problem,

I'm to stitch your big, ugly face to a football,

after removing all of your limbs.

So you better not be lying to me.

I'll go pick up the old gatekeeper.

There's no need for the creative sewing classes today.

We're on track here.

[thunder rumbles]

[♪ tense music playing]

[school bell ringing]

Are you coming to the meeting?

I've postponed the PTA

because the police are currently at my house.

What, why?

Someone with Jose's passport was found murdered today.

I know, and so the police turned up our house to tell us

that Jose has been shot in the head.

But then Jose answers the door,

and so now they think that he might be involved.

Oh, Mimi.

Oh, look at you. Concerned features.

Oh, you are such a good friend.

It will be totally fine. It's just bloody embarrassing.

And I hope Jose hasn't said anything stupid.

I'll let you know.

Talk later.

Oh, God.

[♪ tense dramatic music playing]

Fuck.

- [car engine revs] - [tires screech]

[car horns honking]

Hard work starts now, boys.

Let's put the work in here and get the reward on Saturday.

Keep going, keep going. 45 seconds now.

- [blows whistle] - Keep going, keep pushing.

Keep working.

Hard work, boys. Let's go, let's go.

Keep working.

Well, lucky last.

Sick.

Hey, I know a bunch of kids from Western who want a pair.

Yeah, yeah, of course. Uh, tell them next week eh?

$2,250.

Holy shit!

We turned 500 into 2K.

I'm gonna help Mom save the house.

We're gonna need more shoes, though.

- Let's do it. - Yeah?

You heard him. Heaps of kids want them.

We just need more stock.

Demand. Supply.

Who says I didn't listen in economics?

[whistle blowing in distance]

Jose? Jose!

[Jose] Yeah, in here.

What have you said?

You shouldn't be speaking to him without me present.

Have you said anything?

'Cause if he has, you can't use it.

We can slow this down if you like.

I'm Detective Morrison, and I assume you're Jose's wife?

And his lawyer.

Look he really only needs his wife at this stage.

I'm not investigating Jose for any crime.

But he could be a victim of identity theft.

Yes, he could.

That's right. Good. Good.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Sure.

Jose's passport was found this morning on a deceased body.

We believe the passport was stolen

and used to get someone through customs.

Our little Kiwi passport is quite valuable overseas,

so it's not uncommon

to see them shopped around criminal circles.

Well, we wouldn't know anything about that.

Yeah, of course not.

Have you, uh, had any break-ins in the last year?

- No. No. - More recently,

any workmen around the house you're not familiar with,

run-ins with unusual figures?

No. Nothing springs to mind.

What about events held at the house? Parties?

- No, no, no. - Yeah. No.

No, no, no.

We're not really party people.

We're more a glass of wine

and a good show, if you know what I mean.

[both chuckle]

Where are your passports kept?

Uh, they are upstairs in a safe.

Do you mind if I have a look?

- Yeah, of course. - Absolutely not.

- No, no... - Maybe not.

Sorry, Detective, but you'll need a warrant

if you want to look through our things.

Well, I'd only apply for a warrant if I had probable cause.

Which I imagine you don't.

Since we have absolutely nothing to do with this.

[soft chuckle]

Give me a call if, uh,

anything out of the ordinary springs to mind.

Uh, and in the meantime, if you could please, uh,

make a list of anybody outside of immediate family

who's been in this house in the last few weeks, that'd be great.

- No, I don't think. Okay. - We... can absolutely do that.

- All of them. - No problem.

Well, thanks for your time. Uh, I'll let myself out.

Okay.

Bye.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Oscar? Oscar. Are you in here?

- Oscar? - Yeah. Oh, Mia.

Great timing. Come check this out.

So, our blonde woman. Okay.

She's up here.

- We have a problem. - Yeah, I know.

There's a lot of faces, but I'm really good with faces.

The passport guy's dead.

- What? Who? - Jose Roberts.

- Oh, no! - No, no, no.

Fake Jose. The Coach.

They found his body this morning.

Oh. Wait, that's a good thing, right?

Isn't he a bad guy?

Shit there's something else I have to tell you.

Okay, can we just. I think we just need to implement

an honesty is the best policy moving forward okay?

Somebody broke into my house.

It was the guy from the lock-up.

- Wait. Ryan's alive? - Yes.

Oh, my God, this is such a roller coaster.

No, listen, I gave him. I gave him Jose's name.

I killed him. I'm responsible.

And now I think I'm being followed.

Is that how you got the black eye?

I'm feeling pretty maximized right now.

Sure. Okay. I just need to focus.

- [Mia whimpering] - Give me a minute. Um...

[Mia] Oh God, what if they find us?

[Oscar] Oh, there's a lot going on.

Okay, Oscar, you can do this. You can do this Oscar.

- Oh... - Ah! Okay,

So everyone who knew about the passport ends up dead.

So the question is,

who else knew what Jerry knew?

Um... Receptionist.

The receptionist. Where is she?

Have you seen her since Jerry died?

- Monica? - Yeah.

The airhead who answered his calls?

Right. So she would, like, keep track of his diaries.

She'd know who he's meeting that day. Right? She's the key.

She's not going to know anything.

No, but she disappeared the day that Jerry's stuff disappeared.

- So... - What?

- I'm gonna go find her. - That's a shitty ass idea.

Why? She might be the key to my innocence.

Oscar, they will kill you. Plus, I am a P.I., okay?

So I can find her.

And I'm not just gonna sit here and do nothing.

No, no, that's exactly what we do.

We don't go looking for anyone. We lay low, okay?

We get protection and we hide out.

- That's my plan. That's... - Woah, jeez. Mia!

Do you even know how to use that?

Yes, I YouTubed it. Okay.

We act dumb and we stay out of it, all right?

And if anyone comes knocking, we, we deny, deny, deny

and then shoot if we have to.

- [George] Yous fellas need guns? - [Mia and Oscar scream]

- [Oscar] Jesus, George! - Oh. Oh my God.

Safety's on, girl.

And you forgot the clip.

Shit.

Fast ones, quiet ones, loud ones.

But if you want real protection...

[Oscar] Jesus Christ, is that a grenade launcher?

Yeah. Russian.

Oh we're good for the minute George, thank you.

It's nice to know that's been here this whole time.

- Cool, let me know. - Yep. Awesome. Thanks, George.

And listen, whatever you heard...

- [Mia] Mmm. - Oh yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Stay.

[George] Come check 'em out, brother.

- Hey, can I borrow this? - Yours cuz.

[door sliding]

Tell me you found him.

Where is he?

Oh. He isn't at his accommodation.

He actually never checked in.

We're getting fucking played.

He's not sightseeing, is he?

Go find him and get me eyes on Tavita.

All right, I want to know his every move.

[Bumbag's ringtone]

Oh.

[Spider] That can't be good.

You got him a gift basket?

Uh, yeah.

I thought it was a nice touch.

I just, I'll leave this here, I guess.

[yells] Fuck!

[Arna] Well, there's not much to this one.

A single gunshot wound, cause of death.

Burn marks around the wrists from the rope,

and traces of temazepam in his system.

- Sleeping pills? - Mmm.

Potentially from the flight.

That's about it.

Any obvious gang tattoos or markings?

He's covered in them, the usual religious imagery,

Spanish words, skulls,

but can't see anything more specific than that.

- Thanks, Arna. - Yeah.

Actually.

Could I get a digital image of this one behind his ear?

- Yeah, yeah. No problem. - Thanks, Arna.

Okay.

[keyboard clicking]

[exhales]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[♪ dramatic music sharpens]

How long have you been looking at that for, Mom?

Oh, since about 2 p.m...

It's like watching a reality TV show.

All the comings and goings.

I think your neighbor Sean

might be sleeping with the courier driver.

A lot of packages at all hours.

He works from home, Mom.

Nobody gets that much mail.

[switch flips]

Ah!

[car door shuts]

Stay here. Stop spying on people.

I can't see a bloody thing with those spotlights.

[♪ tense music playing]

[heavy footsteps approach]

[Max] Mom!

That is so bright. Mom.

Sweetheart. Hey, Ricky. Come on in.

Sorry about the lights.

It's like a tanning bed out there.

Yeah. New system. Just dialing in the settings.

Yeah, well, I think you're almost there.

Yeah. Probably went a bit overboard.

Hey, um, listen,

I just wanted to apologize about the other night.

At the, uh, at the party. I just...

I know it's a crazy time for you,

and I didn't want to make you feel

uncomfortable or anything, so I just...

I thought it was quite flattering.

I just didn't see it coming.

[softly chuckles]

Yeah. Maybe went a bit too hard, too early

- on the old party favors. - You and me both.

- [chuckles] - You know, it's actually been

a bit of a tough time for me, too, lately.

Oh, obviously nothing like

what you've got going on, just...

work, you know?

Houses sitting empty. Lack of buyers.

Supply and demand, blah blah blah.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that

I needed a night like that just to forget about everything.

For a second.

And I meant what I said.

If you need anything,

anything at all, just a phone call away.

Okay. Thanks.

I really appreciate it, Ricky.

[lips smack]

See you later.

Oh!

[Sally] Oh, he looks lovely, Mia.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[dog barking in distance]

[softly grunts]

[grunts]

[dead battery chime plays]

[♪ upbeat music plays]

It's just me, sis.

[♪ music turns tense]

[♪ tense music playing]

[loud crash]

[♪ slow upbeat music playing]

Oh, charger. Yes.

[door creaks open]

[cell phone chimes on]

[Monica] Don't move!

Oh! Uh. Wait.

- [taser zaps] - Ow. Ohhh.

- [moaning] - [Monica wavering]

[Bumbag's ringtone]

Bumbag won't stop fucking calling.

[Spider] Maybe this Cartel fella's

working with someone else.

Lookout reckons Tavita hasn't left the spot.

It's not him.

Well, where is he, then?

[bell chimes]

Fuck!

Fuck! Coming.

Coming.

[clears throat]

You look tired. You sleeping okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I just think about every chat we ever had,

and I'm out like a light.

What do you want?

Thought I'd swing by and run a theory by you.

See what sticks.

I haven't got a lot of time for a cup of tea and a chatter.

- So, um. - Do you know this guy?

[♪ ominous music playing]

He's Cartel.

People call him The Coach

because he likes to stick body parts

to sporting equipment.

These Cartel guys are real twisted.

Is that ringing any bells?

No. I just love a good yarn.

There's big money to be made in the cocaine market here.

It's an untapped resource.

Working directly with cartel, though,

it's risky.

You got to earn their trust. Prove you can handle the supply.

They won't be too happy about this.

It's funny. I read in the newspaper

that those Kiwi gangs are arming up.

I'll keep an eye on them.

Us Aussies respect the law, mate.

We wouldn't mess with the Cartel.

You're not a real Aussie, MacNeil.

You were born here.

Trust me, we don't want you either.

Get some sleep, MacNeil.

[door shuts closed]

Get me Cupcake.

[♪ eerie music playing]

[garage door opening]

- Mom, what are you doing? - [Max] Door's open.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

[all shout]

- Oh my God! - Shit.

[Olivia] Mom!

[Max] Who is that?

Wait here.

Do not get out.

Can we not do this here, please?

Won't take long.

Come on. I have kids in the car, please.

Ian Richards, Internal Taxation Office.

[Mia laughs]

This isn't a laughing matter, Mrs. Bennet.

I've been trying to reach you.

It's been very hard.

You haven't responded to any of my emails or phone calls.

I've been to your house, your office.

Really?

This is the third time you've nearly run me over.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you.

Right.

Anyway, because you've been registered as employed,

the ITO has declined your application

for compassionate consideration.

Penalties and interest have compounded further,

and this needs to be paid in the next 30 days.

The total amount is now

$405,672.

What? Ah...

but $400,000 in 30 days, I can't pay that.

Then a criminal case will have to be opened

against JB Print

and all your assets, including your house,

will be seized in relation to debts owed.

Okay, but listen,

you can see how much I'm being paid.

It's minimum wage. I can't afford this.

The ITO doesn't care how you pay as long as it gets paid.

Tax evasion is a very serious offense.

We look forward to hearing from you, Mrs. Bennett.

Have a nice day.

[grunting] Ow, ow, ow!

Oh, God.

Ah!

Oh! What?

Ow! Did you tie these knots?

How did you find me?

Let me guess. You sail?

What are you doing in my house?

Why am I in my undies?

This is gonna hurt a lot more than in the chest.

- Say goodbye to babies. - Oh my goodness.

Argh. No... It's Mia Bennett.

Mia Bennett sent me here, we're friends.

- Bullshit. - No, no. It's true.

We're friends. She sent me here to look for us.

- Looking for you to help us. - What, is Mia in trouble?

Yes. Can you, can you please

point that somewhere else? Please?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Is that my phone?

Is that my phone? Just open it up.

Open it up! She's in my contacts. Go. Look.

She's in there. Call her and ask her.

- Shut it! - Okay. All right. Fuck!

Unlock it.

[cell phone clicks unlock]

[school bell rings]

[♪ tense music playing]

[horn honks]

[car engine revving]

[Jin] Oh, what up bitches?

You sold them all?

Yeah, and we want more.

Yeah? I just got a shipment. Hundred pairs.

You can have the lot if you want.

- Yeah. - It's 5k. Pay up, gringos.

Oh, we don't um really.

Nah.

Relax. Soft cocks. I'll spot you.

Yeah. You've proven you can sell,

so they're yours if you want them.

Payment next week?

Yeah, sure. Let's do it.

- Yeah? All right. - [principal] Gentlemen.

[car engine revs]

Shit.

Who was that?

Oh, just giving him directions.

You two should be in class.

Yes. Mr. Ferguson, sorry. We were um...

Um headed to the Soul Room. We felt triggered by...

Get to class!

[♪ tense music playing]

Get in here.

What did I fucking say?

You told me to stop DMac's operation,

and that's what I did.

I told you to scare the wife,

not kill a member of the fucking Cartel.

I executed the plan while you sat here,

and ate fucking stir fry.

[Tavita] Why do you keep doing this?

- Doing what? - Killing fucking people.

You have a problem, Saskia.

That guy was really rude.

[Saskia] I got you what you wanted.

Look, DMac is a dead man.

All right? The Cartel will kill him.

They'll think he did it.

Will the fucking Cartel trace it back to us?

Of course not.

- So what happens to the cocaine? - Fuck the cocaine.

We don't even know where it's coming in.

Because you killed the only person that fucking knew.

Look.

We just need to be patient.

And then the Cartel will sit down with us

when the time is right.

Us?

[laughs]

There is no us.

- We had a deal. - You can fuck your deal.

There's a way things are done in this game.

This is a business.

You can't go around killing anyone

that gets in your fucking way.

I don't do crazy, Saskia.

Are you breaking up with me?

Because I don't do well with break-ups.

Yeah. We're done.

You're on your own.

Never should have sat down with you.

Why don't you two just get a fucking divorce

like normal people?

Oh, I'm gonna burn you.

You dumb motherfucker.

Big mistake.

[Saskia] Sorry.

[Mia's cell phone ringing]

[gasps]

I didn't know you worked here.

You need to leave. Please. This is where I work.

Our South American friend is dead.

- No, really? That's sad. - Yeah. It's sad.

It's really fucking sad.

So I need to know who you told about that passport.

Because when I burn your house down with your kids inside,

that's going to be pretty fucking sad, too.

Who else knew?

No one, I swear.

- [knock on door] - [Mia gasps]

[staff] Mia, there's a detective here to see you.

- Why the fuck-- - I'll be right there!

Get out of here, okay? Use the window. Go, please.

I know it's you, Mia. This is not over.

[panting]

- Hi, Detective. - Thank you.

How's the new job?

Oh. You know. Tummy bugs and snotty noses.

Glamorous, I know.

- I said I won't keep you long. - Yeah.

I just have a few questions about Jose Roberts.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. I don't know him that well, um.

They had you on a list of people who were part of a dinner party

at their house last week.

Yeah, yeah, it was, um, PTA duties.

Um. Did something happen?

Jose's passport was used to get a criminal into New Zealand.

Uh, you don't remember anything unusual from that night?

I just. I left early.

I actually, um, something, something.

Yeah. Something unusual did happen.

Uh,

there were a few illegal party favors.

You mean drugs?

[whispers] Cocaine. And I knew that they partied.

But, you know, to see it up close.

[mouths] Wow.

But like I said, it's not my thing, so.

Thanks, Mia. I'll leave you to it.

Um, but, Woody, could you

just maybe not say that this came from me?

I mean, Bridget could be kind of scary

if you get on the wrong side of her, so.

- Copy that. - Yeah.

Thanks. Thanks, Woody. Detective.

[Mia's phone ringing]

♪ How bizarre, how bizarre ♪

Oscar. I'm sorry.

Oh, ah Mia, it's Oscar.

Mia?

Yeah. Who is this?

[Monica] Oh my God.

Hey, Queen, it's Mon.

Monica?

It's been a crazy time since Jerry died,

and I don't even know who I can trust anymore.

And I'm sorry I didn't come to the funeral.

I just felt so guilty.

About what?

Well, before Jerry died,

we spent a lot of time together, and...

I'm so sorry, Mia. I did something awful.

I wanted to come and tell you,

- but I just-- - Wait.

Were you sleeping with him?

What? Oh, no! No.

Sorry, no offense.

He's just like total dad vibes.

I mean, professionally, like, the business wasn't doing well.

Which wasn't exactly a surprise.

- [Mia scoffs] - But he had all these big plans.

And then there was this Aussie guy that came,

and he said to Jerry that he could make a lot of money.

And I had student debt. So...

It started off with just forging a couple of documents

and signatures and stuff here and there,

and then one thing led to another and...

I know about the passports.

What?

And DMac.

Okay. I can't believe he pulled you into this.

I'm so sorry.

He was just trying to save the business.

- He was being a fucking prick. - No he wasn't.

He was just trying to protect you.

- [Mia scoffs] - He knew he was in trouble.

That's why he asked me to clear out his office the day he died.

Excuse me. Sorry. Did, um, like,

he say anything about who he was meeting that day?

- Like a blonde woman. - There was one woman.

Yeah, a client.

She wasn't blonde, though, but she was scary.

Yeah. Jerry was really scared of her.

And she had a weird name. It was like. Shakira.

Shakira, nah. It's obviously a fake name.

You know what?

This is just getting better and better.

And then he puts you in danger.

He's put me in danger. He put my kids in danger.

- And me. - [Monica] Yeah.

No, I know, especially since he didn't even make any of them.

What do you mean?

Jerry didn't make any of the passports.

I did.

He bought the equipment and dealt with the people.

And I made the documents.

- You know how to use all this? - Mhm.

It would have been handy a week ago.

It was really expensive. But it was an investment.

And this one just does holograms.

Okay, you know what? You can't stay here.

Anyone that knew about these passports winds up dead.

Okay. Someone will come for you.

But I don't have anywhere else to go.

What?

[whispers] She needs a place to hide.

Somewhere where no one will ever go.

Yeah.

No. And rude. What about my customers?

She cannot stay with me.

- She tied me to a chair. - [Mia's phone clicks]

She tasered me, Mia.

- [♪ music intensifies] - Oh...

Shit.

No... You know what? Load this up into the van.

Can you take it and Monica to your house?

- Okay. You understand? - Yeah.

Oh my God.

Oh...

[electronic lock beeps]

Detective.

My client is starting to feel a bit like a suspect.

Well, let me tell you what I now know.

And you can tell me whether he should be a suspect.

I know that if we searched your house, we'd find cocaine.

I know that cocaine in this country

comes from cartels in South America.

I know my dead body was from a cartel.

And that he got into the country using your husband's passport.

How does that sound to you?

[whispers] Go on, tell him.

[Jose clears his throat]

So I ordered cocaine off the dark web.

It gets FedExed to my house.

But I don't know any cartel members.

I swear.

Have you seen this man before?

No.

- No. - I think your passport,

was stolen from your house

the night of the party by someone connected to him.

Did anyone deliver anything?

Anyone uninvited show up?

No, nothing like that.

We did some karaoke.

- We got in the hot tub. - The alarm.

- What alarm? - The house alarm went off.

Um, the guy from the alarm company showed up,

but he said it was just routine.

Like nothing out of sorts.

Did you know him?

- No. - What time was this?

Maybe 10:30 or 11 o'clock.

Can you describe him?

Yeah, maybe a bit shorter than me.

Um. Medium build. A standard guy.

Oh, he had a great Turbos jacket on.

Do you know I've been following them since their golden age?

- You know, the rugby team? - Oh, for God's sake.

- Is that the jacket? - Yeah. Manawatu Turbos.

- Used to get up every day... - Okay shut up...

No, no...

[dog barking in distance]

- Mom! - Oh hi.

Oh. Hi, dear. Oh, gosh.

Your hair's never done well in this weather.

Now, I don't remember Darren here from high school days,

but he swears he went to Ranfurly.

Yeah, of course he did. Hi, Darren. How are you?

Yeah.

I've got that old yearbook you were asking about in the garage.

Oh, it has been lovely to meet you, Darren.

[Sally laughs]

Oh Christ alive.

Ugh. That's your mom?

She knows how to kill a mood.

Listen, DMac, this is my home.

You have crossed the line.

- Oh. Are you a narc Mia? - Uh!

- Hmm? - I'm not. I swear.

- Yeah? - I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

You wanna fuck with my business?

Please, please, please. My mom is in there.

What did you tell Tavita about my plans,

- huh? - What?

You think you can fuck with the 47's

- and you cozy up to them? - I don't know who that is.

Fuck this.

[Mia screams]

Shhh...

[whimpering]

- Wait, shh, wait, wait... Shh. - [Mia panting]

All right. Good night.

It's Ryan! Ryan, Ryan, Ryan.

Why do you keep saying Ryan?

- Ryan... Ryan. - Ryan who?

Ryan. It's just Ryan.

You know, he was in the lock-up after Jerry was killed.

Okay, he broke into my house, and he attacked me.

He knew about the passport.

I don't know how he knew that,

but I just gave him the name of Jose.

I didn't tell him anything else,

I swear. I swear,

I swear. I swear, I swear.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

Huh?

[Mia panting]

Well, because I was scared that you would come into the house

and put a pillow and then...

I guess that's fair.

[Bumbag's ringtone]

- Fuck! - Who's that?

That is...

the Grim Reaper.

I only know her as Bumbag.

She's the Cartel contact.

You know, the one I convinced to come over here

and let me have a crack at the gatekeeper gig,

but bit off more than I could chew.

That's it. We are done.

It's all over.

When they find out the Gatekeeper's dead,

I'm a goner.

You're dead too.

We are both fucked.

Who is the Gatekeeper? I mean, what does he do?

I don't really want to draw up a PowerPoint

in how a cartel works for you.

Come on, there must be something that we can do.

You know, like, I'm very, very good in a brainstorm.

I'm not letting a lady called Bumbag

kill me in my fucking garage.

[sighs] Fine.

The Gatekeeper is the Cartel's man on the ground.

He oversees the operation with people

the Cartel have planted around the country.

I don't know who they are. That's the whole point.

And... the Gatekeeper gets the drugs off the plane?

- The ports. - Okay.

And then they get

the bags of cocaine and they give them to you.

Doesn't come in a powder form.

Comes as a liquid. It's harder to detect.

He cooks it down, bags it, stashes it.

Then he rations it out to me,

and I distribute it through my network.

And then I get my cut, which is $20 million

plus their trust that I can handle the next shipment.

20 million dollars!

- Oh fuck. - Well. Not anymore.

Well. Why don't you just clear the shipment yourself?

The Cartel only care about their money, right?

I don't have the infrastructure.

I don't have enough manpower to cook it,

bag it, store it.

Nah, not with the cops all over me

since Antonio fucking Banderas up and died.

Well, who else do you know

who could run a drug shipment that you could work with?

It's not a fucking buddy system.

What about the 47's?

You could cut them a deal and get the job done.

No fucking way.

Tavita's the one that's coming for me.

He wants to run the game.

Okay, but Bumbag lady wouldn't let him do that, would she?

She could make him help you.

I would rather have my face stitched to a soccer ball

than introduce that prick to my Cartel contact.

He's never met her.

Only you have.

So?

So he has no idea what she looks like.

- [Monica] Thanks. - [Oscar] Yeah.

And all good.

Um, do you want a cuppa?

Um, water is fine.

Yeah. Sweet. We've got water.

Yeah. Pretty set up around here.

So you should be comfortable, I think.

Hmm.

Um, do you like memory foam pillows?

I love memory foam.

Cool. Um, great.

Oh, and

the outdoor shower is a little cold,

but that's, like, only if you're a morning shower'er.

[tv news] The Tribune is reporting that a body found

in Auckland earlier today

could have links to a South American cartel.

Auckland Police have released a photo

and want the public to help identify this man.

We understand he's connected

to a string of homicides in Auckland and should

be treated as armed and extremely dangerous.

A nationwide manhunt is underway and anyone

with information is urged to call the number on screen now.

The discovery of the body in a central Auckland park

is part of the escalating

- violence being reported - Fuck.

- Fuck. Fuck... - across the city, police...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

You must be Tavita.

[exhales]

Do you know who I am?

[♪ ending theme music]