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01x04 - Episode 4

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Ms. X". Aired: 2026.*
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A suburban mom and her high school friend plot to frighten her unfaithful husband straight, but their scheme spirals into m*rder, trapping her between law enforcement, drug lords, and ruthless PTA moms.

01x04 - Episode 4

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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


Stop talking.

Puta.

[♪ music turns tense]

[photocopier whirring]

[♪ tense music playing]

Take the loaded magazine.

And with the b*ll*ts
facing forward


and the numbers facing back,

you would insert it like this.

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


- b*ll*ts 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 a*s 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 r*pe,
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 f*cking 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 k*lled him.

I'm sorry. Just...

[frantically mumbling]

I'm a suspect in a m*rder 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 g*nsh*t 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] f*ck,
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 f*cking 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 m*rder*d 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]

f*ck.

- [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.


- [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 sh*t!

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?

sh*t 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 k*lled 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 a*s idea.

Why? She might be
the key to my innocence.

Oscar, they will k*ll 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 sh**t if we have to.

- [George] Yous fellas need g*ns?
- [Mia and Oscar scream]

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

Safety's on, girl.

And you forgot the clip.

sh*t.

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 f*cking 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] f*ck!

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

A single g*nsh*t 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
g*ng 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 f*cking 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]

f*ck!

f*ck! 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!
- sh*t.

[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. f*ck!

Unlock it.

[cell phone clicks unlock]

[school bell rings]

[♪ tense music playing]

[horn honks]

[car engine revving]

[Jin] Oh, what up b*tches?

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 c*ck.
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]

sh*t.

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 f*cking say?

You told me to stop
DMac's operation,

and that's what I did.

I told you to scare the wife,

not k*ll a member
of the f*cking Cartel.

I ex*cuted the plan
while you sat here,

and ate f*cking stir fry.

[Tavita]
Why do you keep doing this?

- Doing what?
- k*lling f*cking 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 k*ll him.

They'll think he did it.

Will the f*cking Cartel
trace it back to us?

Of course not.

- So what happens to the cocaine?
- f*ck the cocaine.

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

Because you k*lled the only
person that f*cking 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 f*ck your deal.

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

This is a business.

You can't go
around k*lling anyone

that gets in your f*cking 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 f*cking divorce

like normal people?

Oh, I'm gonna burn you.

You dumb m*therf*cker.

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck--
- 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
ill*gal 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 f*cking 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...

sh*t.

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 k*ll 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 f*ck 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
f*ck with the 47's

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

f*ck 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 k*lled.

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]

- f*ck!
- 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 f*cked.

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

k*ll me in my f*cking 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.



- Oh f*ck.
- 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 f*cking 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 f*cking buddy system.

What about the 47's?

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

No f*cking 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
- f*ck.

- f*ck. f*ck...
- across the city, police...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

You must be Tavita.

[exhales]

Do you know who I am?

[♪ ending theme music]