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[clock chiming]

[♪ muffled distorted music]

- [soft gasps] - [phone ringtone]

[soft panting]

[phone rings]

- [exhales] - [muffled ringing]

[♪ dramatic music notes]

[both screaming]

[glass shattering]

Jesus!

Mom! What the fuck are you doing here?

Language, Mia. Honestly!

- You scared the shit out of me. - Evidently.

Waste of a good lasagna.

Mom, why are you here? You should have called.

I'll just get a start on breakfast.

Sally!

I'm here because your idiot husband just died,

And I thought you might want some help.

[sighs]

Thanks, Mom.

But you're right. I should have called.

I just didn't expect the wanker to up and die like that.

Mom, you can't call him that in front of the kids.

- Hi Nana. - Oh. Hello, children.

Who wants eggs?

Goodo.

[♪ theme music playing]

[photocopier whirring]

[yells] Wanker!

No, no, no, no. She can't have the house.

Because since when did she pay for anything?

The woman's out of her god damned mind.

I don't know.

No, you're the lawyer. I'm paying you enough.

Do your fucking job, dildo.

[dog whines]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Daddy shouldn't swear.

Just sit. [exhales] So...

[groans] Did you find Jerry?

Where's my package?

Oh, still can't find him, boss.

It's like he just vanished or something eh?

People don't just vanish, Spider.

Not without me saying so.

And not when they owe me a passport.

I reckon maybe he's just

ditched his phone or done a runner or something.

Oh, you reckon that, do you? How would he have done that?

Maybe he forged himself a passport.

Gatekeepers has to be on a plane by the end of the week.

- That's what I told our bosses. - [Spider] I know DMac.

We don't have time for a plan B.

I have to get them a clean passport

or the entire operation is royally fucked.

Do you know what that means, Spider?

Yeah. It means we can't clear the shipment.

No we can't, and that's not good.

We'll lose a couple of hundred mil just like that.

Now, do you think that the cartel sitting at home

in their haciendas in fucking Santa del Taco or wherever

will just let that one slide, give us another bite at it?

No. No. We'll be, we'll be dead.

- What? We'll be dead? - We'll be dead.

We'll be dead. We'll be dead.

It's fucking dead!

We will be dead, you flightless Kiwi sap.

I'm trying to bring New Zealand into the big time.

I'm just trying to bring a little bit of cocaine

and proper money into this shithole of a country,

and this sort of shit never happened back home.

Because in Australia, we have organized crime!

[♪ tense music playing]

Tee up another ball for me, mate.

Tee up another ball. Tee up another ball.

- Tee up another ball. - Yeah, okay.

Find Jerry.

He doesn't have the balls to do a runner.

Call him. Now. I want to hear it.

Okay. Okay.

[Sally] Now these folks

have a 4.8 rating on Google reviews.

Best in the biz.

Can we please not do this now Mom?

Honestly, Mia, you can't sleep all day.

A bit of routine is what gets us through these tough times.

Do you know what I did the day my father died?

I went to school and won the cross country.

Routine.

Now the lawyer called

and was quite insistent you go see her.

The police need you to drop by.

And I'll book us in with Sheena at Promises Funerals at 3 p.m...

Oh, that's right. Off you go. Get dressed, I'll clean up.

And then it's all hands on deck. [chuckles]

[softly] Oh, Sweetheart.

Plenty of time for that later.

Now, Mia, where do you keep the Jif?

- [Oscar] Good morning. - [both scream]

[Mia panting] What are you doing?

I slept in the car. Jesus, you scared me.

Why? Why are you in my car?

Because I wanted to make sure you're okay.

And we need to make a plan about Ryan.

- Huh? - The guy in the lock-up.

What guy in the lock-up?

The, you know, this guy, Ryan?

[panting]

Please tell me you didn't put the guy that we hit

inside my storage lock-up.

Well, let's just taihoa on the "we hid".

- But, yeah, he's in there. - What?

Well you told me to take care of him.

I meant take him to the hospital.

Yeah, well, Ryan was pretty clear

that he didn't want to go to the hospital,

and he's not wrong, okay?

'Cause there's CCTVs there.

There's security, and people tend to ask questions

when a gang member's just dropped off on the front door

- and then left there. - Whoa, he's from a gang?

Well, yeah. Pretty sure. But listen, good news.

He's alive, so that's good for us.

And I got his big-ass knife off him.

- So he's not armed anymore. - Oh my God.

Yeah. Oh, less bright side though.

Um, his leg is pretty badly broken,

so we are gonna have to do something about that soonish.

[Sally] All okay in there, darling?

Yes, Mom. I'm just getting the Jif.

[laughs] Look what I found in the freezer.

Grief will make you do silly things.

[cell phone ringing]

Go on, dear.

You have to face the music sometime.

Good.

[♪ tense music playing]

[DMac taunting] Jerry.

Is this a little game of hide and seek, mate?

- 'Cause I am gonna find you. - [phone beeps]

And fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

We need to go to the storage lock-up.

Yeah just a second.

Oh, before we go, can I get some breakfast?

I am starving over here.

[♪ tense upbeat music]

That's my girl. Bit of lippy and you're right as rain.

See you at 3 p.m., Mom.

[Mia] I don't understand.

Like, what does a gang member want with Jerry?

I don't know. I don't know.

But listen, my general philosophy on these things

is the less questions, the better, okay?

We just get in, we get out. Bada bing, bada boom.

- Can you not? - Yeah. Fine.

Also, we need to make sure that he doesn't die, okay?

Because then we're really screwed.

Let's do this, Kettle. Let's do this.

[tensely exhales]

- You put him in a crate? - Yeah, yeah. I tied him up.

I YouTubed the knot so he won't get out.

Unless he's a sailor, and then he'll know how.

Ryan?

Hey, buddy. It's me.

I brought a friend. She's a doctor.

[angry whisper] What? I was a paramedic!

Hey, buddy.

She's gonna get that leg of yours all fixed up.

Tickety boo, buddy?

That's weird. Maybe he is a sailor.

Oh my God. Did you lock the door?

- Where is he? - He was tied up.

I mean, I was pretty confident with those knots.

Plus, he has a broken leg. How far could he have gone?

[Ryan screams]

- Ow! - Oh!

[both men grunting]

- [Ryan] Ow! - Oscar?!

Wait, wait. Ryan. Let's talk. Talk.

- Ow. - Ow!

Ooh!

[grunting]

Ow!

- Oh! - Ow...

- Fuck! - Ow, ow!

[grunting]

- Ow! - Ow!

[Oscar] Whoa, whoa!

[Oscar moans]

Oh my God!

[yelling and grunting]

Argh...

- [leg cracks] - [scream of pain]

Uh, uh.

[panting]

Oh my God!

[Mia] Get him off me!

Yes, yes! Come on, uh.

[Mia and Oscar grunting]

[both panting]

- Fuck! - Yeah. Fuck!

[gasping]

[Max] You going to school?

Yeah. Well, I'm not sitting around here all day

with "all hands on deck," cleaning away our feelings.

I just hope she doesn't iron my undies again.

[both laugh]

Yeah, I remember that. [chuckles]

[phone beeps]

Do you think he was depressed?

Who?

Dad.

So lame that he just, like, tapped out like that.

Yeah, well, it's not like Mom's easy to live with.

That's a real shitty thing to say, Liv.

What? It's true.

And he clearly didn't care about us either.

Is that Wayne? Why is he texting you?

Eh. Well, it's a class group chat, and,

and he's being supportive about Dad.

On a class group chat?

Get out of my room!

Well, I just wouldn't get pregnant if I was you.

You know, Head Girl, newborn...

Ugh! Max, just piss off. Piss off.

- I don't want to hear about it. - It's not really a vibe is it?

- [groans] - Okay.

I'm gonna need to stabilize his leg before I get the knife out.

- You got this, Kettle. - Okay. Get the chopping board.

- Let's have a look. - Ooh! Yeah!

You're fucking dead! You're fucking dead!

Mia, no, don't...

Hi, Ryan. I'm Mia Bennett.

Jeremy Bennett was my husband.

This has just been a massive misunderstanding.

Fuck you bitch!

Okay, well, that's not gonna get us anywhere, is it?

You know, I'd appreciate knowing why you're following my husband.

No?

[panting]

Okay. I need a belt. Give me your belt.

- What? - Come on, hurry up!

- [leg cracks] - [Ryan screams]

Stop! Stop. Ow! Please! I'm sorry.

Listen. This is not vodka, okay, 'cause it gives me migraines.

All right, but drink. That was a two.

It's gonna get to a ten.

- Drink the wine. - Drink it up, buddy. Hit it.

That's the good stuff right there.

[softly] There you go. There you go. There you go.

- [Ryan groans] - [Oscar] Bit more.

[Ryan panting]

Okay, just so everyone is aware.

I have never done this before.

- What? - [Ryan groans]

On the count of three.

- One, two. - Please, no... Stop!

I'll talk, I'll talk. I'll fucking talk! Okay?

[Ryan] I'll talk.

[coughing]

[Mia] Talk.

Jerry tried to go back on a deal.

[exhales]

He deserved to get whacked, okay?

What? What do you mean, whacked?

Jerry was murdered? By who?

[whimpering] We're fucked.

- [Ryanblubbering] - Shh.

[yells] Help!

- Ah... Oh my God. - Argh...

[gags] Oh my God.

[Oscar] Oh. I'm sorry.

Okay, we gotta get him to the hospital.

No we're not, the vote's two against one on that one.

He will die, Oscar.

Okay. And he cannot die. All right. I'm not a murderer.

- This is not my life, okay? - Yeah. No. Okay...

- Put some pressure on it. - Yes, yes!

- Put your hands on there. - Yes. I'm sorry.

[♪ tense music playing]

Ooh!

What's he like at full crank?

Do you have the document?

Ah, there's just been a slight delay.

A tiny speed bump.

What a shame.

How long?

A couple of days. No biggie.

The cartel are starting to think

we overpromise and under-deliver.

Yeah, well, the passport will be with the courier in no time.

It's just a little printing um, hiccup.

If the gatekeeper doesn't make his flight,

my instructions are

to get creative with the consequences.

Yeah, well, I'm, I'm all over it.

You tell the cartel esta todo bien.

[horse neighs]

Yeah, yeah. And I've managed to delay the spics.

But we are every kind of dead if I don't deliver.

Have you found him?

[Spider] Well, apparently Jerry booked into a hotel

a few days ago, I'm gonna go there now.

Okay. That's good.

[Oscar groaning in disgust]

Just sing out if you need me. Okay. I'm right here.

Oh, I can't stop thinking about it.

Oh, it just keeps coming out. [gags]

[Oscar] You're doing good.

Let me know when it's all done, okay?

[Mia exhales] Okay.

I did it!

- [Oscar] Yes. - I did it.

Yes! Wooh. That's right, we did it!

Yes! Teamwork!

- [Mia] Okay. - Ow!

You still have to take him, though.

By myself? No. Why can't, why can't we go together?

Because, Oscar, I have to go to the lawyer's

to read my husband's will, okay?

Then to the police station to identify his dead body.

And then I have to go to the funeral parlor

to pick him a nice casket.

Oh, and then I have to explain to my kids

why their father just up and killed himself.

Only now it turns out that he was murdered.

Which I can't tell anybody,

because I stabbed a fucking gang member in my lock-up

after I drove over him in my stupid little red car.

And I have drug money in my fucking closet!

And I have a fucking burner phone

that won't shut the fuck up!

[♪ tense music]

So, you know, I just have a lot\ on my plate right now.

Okay?

Yes. Yep.

So do you think you could just do this one thing by yourself?

I can do that. Leave it with me.

- I'll get the van. - Okay. Thank you.

All good.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[Oscar] So then they're going to say something like,

"Oh, hey. Well, how did that happen, Ryan?"

And you just say,

"I was just at home alone, cooking dinner, you know?

And I slipped because my cat Rachel pissed on the floor,

and I landed on the open dishwasher

where I'd previously left a sharp knife, blade up."

It's in the details, buddy. It's in the details.

Because they'll be thinking,

"Who the heck has a cat named Rachel?"

Instead of, "I wonder if this gentleman is gang affiliated."

Right?

Yeah. Anyway, I reckon you'll be sweet.

[woman] I appreciate you coming into the office.

I know this must be a very difficult time.

Thank you, Angela. Um,

I just wanted to talk about life insurance.

Oh, yes. I was just trying to find the exact figures.

Uh...

looks like he stopped paying the premiums in 2019.

Sorry?

Yeah, for the both of you. Do you remember signing this?

Uh...

Maybe. I don't know. Jerry did all the finances.

Hmm, yeah. Murphy's Law.

I remember when I cancelled Disney+

right before The Bear came out.

I'm sorry, but, so you're saying there's no life insurance?

Yeah. As in no.

What? What am I gonna do for money?

Our accounts are in overdraft.

Yes, well, the business wasn't looking too good.

So Jerry was topping up

from your personal accounts to keep it afloat.

I suppose you don't remember signing this either?

No.

So this form transferred the business into your name.

We were hoping to keep the IRD at bay

because they've been chasing unpaid business taxes.

It was only meant to be temporary.

- But... - He died.

Yeah.

[sighs] How much does he owe?

Technically, it's how much do you owe?

Okay. Um, it's, um,

$342,827.50

Uh, we could ask the ITO to clear the debt

on compassionate terms,

but, uh, you'd have to be suicidal.

[exhales]

You're not suicidal too, are you?

- No. - You should come up

with a payment plan so you don't lose the house.

The house? Oh there's no loan secured to the house.

Oh, it was when you remortgaged two years ago,

and interest rates have risen since then.

So...

How the fuck is that my signature?

I definitely did not sign that.

Ah, um.

Yeah, it does look a bit shit eh?

Okay, so, so, so, there's nothing I can do?

Look, I was sorry to hear about Jerry.

He was always such a...

[screams] Cunt!

[♪ soft jazz playing]

[engine idling]

No. Absolutely not. Sorry, buddy. Too many eyes.

Now, due to the nature of the impact,

there wasn't much we could actually use for identification.

[♪ solemn music playing]

Yes. That's him.

Thanks.

That part is never easy.

But it's done now.

Uh, listen, I'll tell you everything we can.

At this stage we are ruling Jerry's death a suicide.

There's no evidence of anyone else in the room with him.

We did find drugs in his system.

Were you aware he was taking drugs?

Looks like his business was in pretty bad shape.

[whispers] So I hear.

I have seen this before.

One spouse trying to protect the other from financial issues.

Maybe in doing what he did,

he was trying to help wipe the debt.

The business was in my name.

Ah.

How old are your children?

14 and 16.

- Busy time. - [scoffs] Yeah.

I had a daughter. She passed from an overdose.

I'm so sorry.

My point is, talking helps.

So if you need to, we have professional services.

[cell phone ringing]

Mia, are you okay?

Yeah. It's just been a just a really big few days.

Um, I should go.

Jerry wasn't in any kind of trouble, was he?

[♪ tense music playing]

[♪ musical ringtone]

♪ How bizarre, how bizarre ♪

Oh my God. Oh my God.

It's just my mom. She keeps calling.

I've gotta go.

Of course. You've got my number.

[♪ soft jazz playing]

[Oscar] Okay, buddy, this is the spot.

Okay. [grunts]

Come on. [grunting]

Oh, shit. Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh my God how much do you weigh?

[panting] Right. You all good?

Someone's gonna find you. Okay?

Right.

[van engine revving]

Of course, the oak and the pine, they always polish up nicely,

but I have to admit the cherrywood is my favorite.

It just has that warmth that the others can't quite achieve.

Of course. Beautiful.

Have you had a chance to look at any of our packages?

Um, just the basic package is fine.

Sure. Yeah, the bronze package is fine.

Yeah. However,

we always encourage all of our clients

to explore their options.

You know, you only die once.

[Sally] Couldn't agree more.

I see that the diamond package comes with a vocalist?

It does, yes. My husband Noel.

Oh, he has a voice sent from God himself.

He does a wonderful cover

of Kiri Te Kanawa's Pōkarekare Ana.

[gasps] Oh beautiful.

Hmm. How much is this gonna cost?

Should we discuss transport quickly?

- Yes. - Just this way.

- So we've got a lot of options. - [Sally] Oh, yes do you?

And the diamond package also includes

a funeral notice of 100 words.

So that's really important to remember.

- Um, you can add poetry to that. - [Mia] Sheena?

- You could add... - Sheena, is that?

Sheena, Sheena, Sheena, Sheena.

- Sheena? [Sheena] Yeah.

- Uh, no funeral notice. - Sorry?

No. Nothing in the paper. Nothing public.

Oh, no. It's just because

you want people to be able to find you.

No, no, really, we don't.

Anyway, thank you for fitting us in.

Mom says that you're very busy, so.

Oh, yes. Well, that's what a 4.8 user rating on Google gets you.

- [Sheena laughs] - That's amazing. But, you know,

I'm not really interested in the cherrywood casket

or the wall full of flowers, okay?

I just need something very small for my family, okay?

And if it's in the paper, everyone's gonna come.

For goodness sake Mia,

that's how I find out all my friends have died.

I mean, it's not as if Jerry was James Corden.

Hmm.

I mean, how many people do you think will be coming?

Just the bronze package is perfect.

Mom, I'm not doing this, okay? We don't need anything big.

[Sally] What?

[Mia] I don't wanna make a fuss. Come on.

I just wanted to give him a good send off.

I'm surprised you don't.

Mom?

I'm in trouble.

I'm pretty deep,

and I don't know how to get out.

[Sally] I know, darling.

You do?

Of course you're in trouble.

Your husband just died,

and Jerry was the captain of the ship.

And now it's left to you.

And let's face it, you've never been a strong person. Mia.

What do you mean?

Well, you've never been someone that takes charge.

And that's okay.

No, no, look,

now's not the time for self-pity, Mia.

Your job is to look after those kids at any cost.

- It's what mothers do. - Mm-hm.

It's not fair he left you in this mess.

But we will get you out of it. Mark my words.

[Mia] Hi, Love.

Nana's picking up fish and chips, have you eaten?

[whimpering]

[inhales]

That was his long hair phase.

[Mia] Oh, wow.

Wow. That's Jules.

We were in high school together. We did our OE.

[Olivia] Did she know Dad?

She was there the night that we met.

In a dirty London pub. We were joined at the hip.

What happened?

She died.

She was 24.

Life is not fair sometimes, Liv.

You went to school today?

Yeah, there was a student body meeting.

Well, I'm sure the student body

would understand if you took a day off.

Yeah, well, I'm not taking any risks with Head Girl, Mom.

Do the police know why Dad killed himself?

Did he leave a note?

Do you know?

I know this is hard.

[sighs] It's not like you guys were happy.

I mean, I heard you fighting the day that he left.

Is that why?

Because of you?

I loved him very much.

We were happy.

Not all the time, but...

We loved each other very much.

- And I know he loved you both. - Bullshit.

Bullshit. Why else would he have done it?

Liv?

[burner phone ringing]

Oh my God.

I am the captain of this fucking ship!

[♪ tense upbeat music]

[♪ music continues]

[♪ music darkens]

[exhales]

No worries. You have a great night.

Uh. All set.

And, uh, just a reminder about the security cam footage.

Ah, yes. 13th floor?

IT will send it over right away.

Great. Thank you.

[Dylan] You reckon you guys are going to lose the house?

When my Mom left,

Dad was obsessed with keeping the house.

I think that's why he got into real estate.

I don't know. I might

leave school, get a job, help out, you know?

Oh, oi. I got a way we can make some quick cash.

So I was chatting to this dude Jin on TikTok.

I think he's an artist or some shit,

but he's got these replica sneakers that look pretty legit.

Ships them down here from China. Collabs you can't get anymore.

- So... - Huh?

We could sell them.

Especially if they're limited edition.

They'll pay triple the price.

I reckon you can make three, 4K in a few weeks.

Sick ROI, bro.

- You serious? Can we do that? - Yeah. Of course.

We just need ahh... 500 bucks to buy inventory.

Bro, where are we going to get 500 bucks?

I got some ideas.

[knocking]

- [Mia grunts] - Hi Miss Bennett.

Sorry about Mr. Bennett.

Thanks, Dylan. It's time to go home.

Yeah. Sweet. Um, I'll hit you up tonight.

Yeah.

You should really open a window in here.

[groans]

Are we gonna lose the house?

What? No.

No way. Did Nana say that?

- Dylan told me... - Yeah, well Dylan doesn't know

what the fuck he's talking about, Max.

We're not losing the house.

You shouldn't be worried about that stuff.

- I could get a job, Mom. - I'll sort it. Okay.

You don't have to worry about it.

[buttons clicking]

Keep feeling like I should have spent more time with Dad.

But he was away so much.

Maybe I should have...

tried harder to connect or something, I don't know.

Hey.

He knew you loved him, and he loved you so much.

It's not your fault.

Just, other things going on.

[sighs]

Look at me.

You can talk to me about anything, okay?

Me and Liv had a fight about Mr. Ambrose.

She's real hyped on him.

That's why she went to school.

Her English teacher?

Is this about the Head Girl thing?

Where is that coming from?

I don't know, but they text heaps,

and it's real effed up.

He's, like, such a dad vibe.

[Mia's ringtone]

♪ How bizarre, how bizarre ♪

- Oscar? - Hey, Mia. It's me. Oscar.

Yeah, I know.

Why are you calling? What time is it?

I don't know. Midnight, maybe. Why?

Well is everything okay?

Yeah. I just want to let you know that I dropped our buddy

at the back of the urgent care in Papakura.

What do you mean, out the back? Did he go in?

I mean, he didn't explicitly say he was going to go in,

but I'm sure he did, I mean, why wouldn't he?

Okay, Oscar, you need to go back and make sure he goes in.

He needs medical attention, or else he'll die.

And if he dies it's a huge problem for us.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I got it. I'll just go back.

I'll make sure he's still alive.

[sigh] Okay, Okay. Bye.

Um, also, I might not make it later on.

Make it where?

To the funeral.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. No, no, that's.

- That's fine. Okay. - Yeah.

I'm still a bit weird about funerals, you know, after Jules.

Yeah. Of course. Yeah.

Hello?

[♪ solemn dramatic music]

Mom!

Now, Mia,

you'd regret it if you didn't let people know.

Undo it! You have to undo it.

No. You're being ridiculous.

Jerry's death notice has to come out of the paper.

Well, that's not quite how print works.

You are overreacting.

Oh my... People are gonna find me.

Yes, dear. That's the point.

Fuck!

Now might be a good time to tell you

I went with the diamond package.

[Mia] $24,000.00?

[Sally] And that's including GST.

And Sheena did the funeral notice free of charge.

Well, thank fuck for Sheena!

Fuck!

[♪ tense music playing]

Hi. Um...

I'd just like a status update, please,

for my brother who checked in yesterday.

- Name? - Uh, Douglas Ryan.

Sorry. Ryan Douglas.

Yeah. So, just to clarify,

first name Ryan, last name Douglas.

[keys clacking]

- Nothing's coming up. - Oh, okay.

Well, sometimes he doesn't like using his name,

He's about like that high.

Irritable. Cat named Rachel?

Um. Sorry.

Looks like your brother didn't make it.

Oh, my God, he died?

No. No, he didn't make it in here.

He's probably at another center.

Oh, yeah. I should have let you finish.

Peace

[grunting angrily]

[Sheena] Straight ahead. Noel.

Straight ahead. Noel.

Let's keep going forward. Steady. How's Lucas?

[Noel] Good.

All worth it. Am I right?

Slow and steady. That's it. Okay.

And walk back from there. Thank you.

Walk back from there. Thank you.

Coming around. Okay.

- Right there. - [Sheena] Steady, Noel.

Oh, fuck, you guys.

Fuck! I don't know what to say. I'm just...

...so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine.

I can't imagine what you're...

I can't imagine what you're going through.

- Jerry was the best. - Jerry was the best.

- The best. - I mean, you know that.

This really is just the worst possible thing that

could happen to anyone ever in their life and.

And if you need anything. Max, if you need a lift to training.

Anything I can do, anything at all.

Just call Sean.

Just fucking ring me. You've all got my number.

You've got it. You've got. You've all got it.

- I lost Ryan. - What?

It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry.

I don't think he is dead, though.

Don't worry. We're fucked.

I'm really sorry. For you know, your loss.

I'm so sorry, love.

[♪ ominous music playing]

♪ Pōkarekare ana ♪

♪ Ngā wai o Waiapu ♪

♪ Whiti atu koe hine... ♪

[inhales and exhales]

Jerry was...

[♪ dark dramatic music]

[clears throat]

Uh, Jerry was...

Um...

[coughs]

Jerry was a lot of things.

[inhales and exhales]

He was a great father.

A great friend.

Jerry was my soulmate.

My rock.

[sniffs]

[guests chattering]

Babe. Babe.

Come here. Oh my gosh.

You did so well. Honestly, you did so well.

Listen, next week, you guys come for dinner at ours, okay?

Jerry was just...

He was such a wonderful man, wasn't he?

So sorry...

- Sorry, Bridget. Excuse me. - Yeah.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, no. It's okay.

Seemed like your husband was a really nice guy.

Listen, I just wanted to let you know I've

been looking into some of the circumstances

around Jerry's death,

and something is telling me it might not have been a suicide.

What?

If there are things to find out, I'll find them.

I want you to have closure.

Awesome. Mm.

I'll be in touch to talk properly soon, but

sorry for your loss, Mia.

Hey, I just can't stop thinking that I should

have seen it in the cards because it was right there.

We could have stopped it, I just didn't know he was depressed.

If I'd known that he was depressed.

[yells] He wasn't fucking depressed, Trace!

[stunned silence]

[whispers] I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

[door closes]

Oh!

[inhales]

[exhales]

[moans]

[Oscar whispers] Mia? Mia?

Hey, Mia?

I'm here!

No! No, no! Up here, up here. Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

- I need to talk to you. - In the woman's bathroom?

Well, I'm not gonna catch you in the men's, am I?

Oh.

Hey. Also, listen.

I actually think that went really well.

That guy sings like an angel.

- The detective showed up. - Oh?

They think Jerry's death wasn't suicide.

They're investigating. What if they find Ryan?

Oh, no one can find Ryan, so I think we're okay on that one.

You're not helping, Oscar.

I'm just saying, I think. I think it's okay.

'Cause even if he is dead,

then at least he's not dead in your lock-up.

Could you please stop saying dead?

Okay. Sorry. I'm just,

I'm saying I don't even think he is dead.

Deceased.

[sighs]

Oh, my God, this is such a mess.

No, no, no. It's okay. We can get through this.

- Look, I got your back. - No!

Please don't have my back, I don't want it.

Okay?

We're a fucking disaster when we're together.

Disaster!

We should just go our separate ways, okay?

And just deal with whatever comes.

Yeah, I...

I think I'm. Excuse me. Yeah, I think that's...

I think I was actually going to suggest the same thing anyway.

- Oh good. - Yeah.

I think separate ways is the way.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

All right. Okay.

[heavy breathing]

- Bye, goodbye, Oscar. - Yeah. Take care.

Good to see you. Good to see you again.

Yeah.

[exhales]

[bathroom door shuts]

[♪ tense upbeat music]

[groans]

[♪ ominous music playing]

[Mia screams] Ouch! Oh!

[van revs]

[Mia] Please don't kill me. Okay, I can explain.

You see, my mother went for the diamond package,

and the cost has really escalated,

so I had to pay cash.

But look, you seem like reasonable people,

so why don't we just discuss this

in the daytime?

Maybe not in a van. I could problem solve, you know?

I could go to the bank first thing.

I just had my husband's funeral,

and I didn't know who the phone belonged to,

so I couldn't return it, but it was just driving me crazy.

And then my mother found it when I was looking for the Jif.

Can you shut up, please?

[Mia panting]

Fuck, man.

G'day, cupcake.

I saw you at the funeral.

Yeah, and we spoke on the phone.

So where is it?

I have the money. Okay? I have it.

I was just telling your...

The money was payment for a product

that I ordered from your husband.

I don't want a fucking refund. I want what I ordered.

Okay, well, I don't have any drugs.

Was it drugs? I'm happy to find some for you.

Shut up.

Jerry owed me a Kiwi passport.

I paid the dead cunt 50K,

and then he up and topped himself.

So I figure he gave the phone and the money

and the passport to you.

You either know where it is

or you're in on it.

Either way, I'm not looking very good to my boss at the moment.

I don't have a passport, I swear.

I'm just a mom. [crying]

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

No. No, sweetheart. Cupcake,

I'm on a really tight fucking timeline right here.

Do we have to do the crying?

I don't have anything. I don't have anything.

I swear, Ryan. Did he find you? Ryan?

- [whispers] Ryan? - Who the fuck is Ryan?

Ryan. You know, with the big knife, he's part of your gang.

Hey, boss.

Well, who the fuck is this muppet?

So, live streaming to the cloud, okay?

My cousin, he has all my passwords.

So anything happens to Mia,

this video goes straight to the authorities.

No, don't shoot. Don't shoot! He's my friend.

Yeah, yeah, I'm your friend.

But I'm also a trained fighting machine.

- Yeah. - So back up, Mr. Potato Head.

Back up.

[sarcastic] Oh!

- Ow, ow! - Jesus.

Ow, f---

Are you a cop? Huh?

- Ow. What? What? No, no, no, no! - Are you a fucking cop?

I'm not a cop. I'm not anything.

I just, I own a DVD store. I rent DVD's.

Who the fuck still rents DVDs?

Oh, man. No one. No one fucking does.

- All right piggy. Time to fly. - Whoa, whoa...

[screams] I'll find it! I'll find it. Find it.

I will find it. And I will bring it to you.

How do I know you'll find it?

[panting]

Jerry was, was, was, very messy.

You know, he used to leave his clothes everywhere.

What?

Well, what I'm trying to say is that

it has to be somewhere, right?

[panting]

I just need to know what I'm looking for.

All right.

Oh my God.

You've got 24 hours.

[Mia] Okay.

You better not fuck up, cupcake,

cause if I don't get my passport,

I'm as good as dead.

But before I die, I will make sure

that he dies, and that you die.

And that your kids die, too.

Comprende?

Keep this one charged.

I will text you the deets.

[pants]

[whistles]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[elevator chimes]

[elevator chimes]

[elevator chimes]

Where the hell have you been?

Oh my God, the drama.

Did you find anything?

Yeah.

Speak up!

Mia!

Bennett!

[♪ ending theme music]