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Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Next.

Welcome back, Mr. Roberts.

Got it.

The country, it's like a farm.

Well, there are 25 million sheep.

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.

Oh, look at the grade.

You are such a bad liar.

I wish I never did filler.

I can't 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.

The security guy said he's done.

I'm gonna get him wrong with Dylan. Is
that okay? Okay, great.

Mom?

Hey.

Are you wearing makeup?

Catch you in the bath.

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 glass.

All done.

Place is retarded and the camera's lost
in the sand still. 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, trigger this.

Police!

That's a great goal. I think I've done
it.

Hi, sweetheart.

Don't sweetheart me. I was talking to
the dog.

You're the one who wanted this divorce.
And now we've got lawyers who want to

duck them.

Thank you.

You are not getting half my fucking
assets, okay?

Don't be silly, Darren.

I never wanted just half.

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 so small. Yeah, 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.

I'm the suspect in a murder case, and
the police have me on camera, then,

yeah, that's going to freak me out. It's
a blurry photo.

What if I go to prison?

What if I go to prison? What's going to
happen to LeBron for a start? Listen to

me. All you have to do, you just have to
get rid of the jacket.

What? No, no way. That is my dad's
jacket. The police know that that jacket

was right outside the door, right before
Jerry, you know. No, no way. I mean,

absolutely not. What about the blonde
face? Does she have to give up her

favourite jacket? No. Just get rid of
the jacket, and then there's nothing

tying you to the photo. Unless I find
her.

Oh, my God. And then I can take her to
the police myself.

How are you going to find her?

You don't even know her name. That's
true, but she's probably a criminal,

criminal adjacent, so all I need to do
is look at photos of blonde women that

have been arrested.

Just burn it.

I'm not looking to this, and you are
crazy if you think that I'm burning that

jacket. No way, no way, no way.

Wait, what do you mean work?

We need to talk about this photo.

Yeah, wait.

Anna? Oh. What do we have?

A 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 it.

Hmm.

Single gunshot wound to the head.

Looks like a hit.

Anyone touched him?

I need to pull him out of the water.

Why would he be carrying his passport?

Have this run through the system.

Send me an address as soon as you have
one. I'll inform the family.

Yeah.

Fuck, it's getting brutal out there.

Oh, there's our new nurse.

Welcome, welcome. How are you going?

You sitling in okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I hear you know your way around a rubber
glove.

Sorry, Bridget told me you were a
paramedic.

Oh, yeah, briefly, in a past life.

Well, I was 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?

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.

My ex-wife took everything.

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

Back to my 20s.

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

Genuinely.

Oh, what into your eye?

Looks like you're punched in the face.

Sorry, I will go.

Welcome aboard.

Hi, am I?

Yep, that's the official welcome.

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
textbook back next class, please. Fine,

I'll see you Friday. Come and see me if
you need an extension.

I just wanted to say thank you so much
for your help with my speech, and I know

you like coffee, so here's to something.
Okay, thank you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

I made some changes based on your notes.
Are you busy?

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

Bugger off.

I've got a meeting over lunch.

Listen, I'm doing a reading of 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... Yes, yeah.

Great.

Thanks again for the voucher.

It was really thoughtful.

Can I help you?

Uh, yes. Do you know, uh, Jose Roberts?

Joyce.

That's me. I'm Joyce 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.

Sorry. I'm sorry I'm late, Spikes.

Never get married, mate.

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

So where's the guy? I thought he was
supposed to meet us here.

Maybe he did, lad.

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?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? You
picked him up.

No, I don't.

Your contact lady fella called reception
and said she was going to suss it.

My contact lady father called reception
and said she... Wait, wait, wait. You

say 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?

You...

What

am I going to tell her now?

What? Did you just call me?

Oh, I got on silent. That's stupid of
me. It is.

Where's the gatekeeper?

Oh, the boy's just picking him up right
now. Thought we'd give him a little

sleep in, jet lag.

He's not answering my text.

No, well, he said yesterday he wanted to
keep comms to a minimum. Right, Spider?

That's right, minimal comms.

We are golden.

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

I have the instruction 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.

Are you coming to the meeting?

I postponed the PTA because the police
are currently at my house.

What? Why?

Someone who chose the passport was found
murdered today.

I know. And so the police turned up at
our house to tell us that Joss had been

shot in the head. But then Joss answered
the door and so now they think that he

might be involved.

Oh, Mimi.

Oh, look at you.

Concerned features.

You are such a good friend.

It will be totally fine.

bloody embarrassing and I hope Joe
hasn't said anything stupid.

I'll let you know.

Talk later.

Well, lucky luck.

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

Yeah, of course.

Tell them next week, eh?

2,250.

Yes.

We've done 500 into 2K.

I'm going to help Mum save the house.
We're going to 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 they don't listen in economics?

Joe?

Joe! Yeah, I'm here.

What have you said? You shouldn't be
speaking to him without me present.

Have you said anything?

Because if you have, you can't use it.

We can slow this down if you like. I'm
Detective Morris and I assume you're

Joe's wife.

And his lawyer.

He really only needs his wife at this
stage. I'm not investigating Joe 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.

Joseph'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's quite valuable overseas, so
it's not uncommon to see them shopped

around criminal circles.

Well, we wouldn't know anything about
that.

No, 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, 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.

Where are your passports kept?

They are upstairs in a safe.

Do you mind if I have a look? Absolutely
not.

No, no.

Maybe not. Sorry, Detective, but you'll
need a warrant if you want to look

through our thing.

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.

Give me a call if anything out of the
ordinary springs to mind.

And in the meantime, if you could please
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 we... We can
absolutely do that. All of them? No

problem. Well, thanks for your time.

I'll let myself out.

OK.

Bye.

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. What guy's dead?

What? Who?

Joyce Robinson.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Fake Joe. The coach. They
found his body this morning. Oh.

Wait, no, that's a good thing, right?
Isn't he a bad guy?

I have to tell you. Okay, can we look? I
think we just need to implement an

honesty as a best policy. Moving
forward.

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 rule.

I gave him Joseph's name.

I killed him.

I'm responsible.

And now I think I'm being followed.

Isn't that how you got the black eyes?

I'm getting pretty maximized right now.
Sure, okay, I just need to focus.

Give me a minute.

Oh, God, what if they find us?

There's a lot going on.

Okay, Oscar, you can do this, Oscar.

Okay, so everyone who knew about the
passport ends up dead. So the question

is...

Who else knew what Jerry knew?

Um, receptionist. Yeah, the
receptionist.

Where's she? Have you seen her since
Jerry died?

Monica? Yeah. The airhead who answered
his call?

Right, so she would, like, keep track of
his diaries. She'd know who he's meeting

that day. Right, she's the key.

I'm not going to know anything. No, but
she disappeared the day that Jerry

stopped us a bit, so... What?

I'm going to go find her. That's a
shitty idea.

Why? She might be the key to my... Oh,
they will kill you. What?

I am a PI, okay? So I can find her, and
I'm not just going to sit here and do

nothing. No, 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. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Excuse
me. 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 deny, deny, deny, and then shoot if

we have to.

You fellas need guns.

Safety's on, girl.

And you forgot the clip.

Fast one.

Quiet one.

Loud one.

But if you want real protection... Jesus
Christ, is that a grenade launcher?

Yeah. Russian.

Oh, we're good for the minute, George.
Thank you. Nice to know that you've been

here this whole time.

Cool. Let me know. Yep, awesome. Thanks,
George. And listen, whatever you

heard... Bye.

Stay.

It's my brother.

It's my partner, Gustav.

Tell me you found him.

Where is he?

I... 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 Tevita.
Alright, I want to know his every move.

That can't be good.

You got him a gift basket?

Yeah, I thought it was a nice touch.

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

Fuck! Well, there's not much to this
one.

A single gunshot wound caused a death.

Burn marks around the wrist from the
rope and traces of temazepam in the

system. Sleeping pills?

Potentially from the flight.

That's about it.

Any obvious gang tattoos or markings?

I've covered in them. Usual religious
imagery, Spanish words, skulls, but

can't see anything more specific than
that.

Thanks, Anna.

Yeah.

Actually, could I get a digital image of
this one?

Behind his ear.

Here? Yeah, no problem.

Thanks, Anna.

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

Oh, since about 2pm.

It's like watching a reality TV show.
All the comings and goings.

I think your neighbour Sean might be
sleeping with the courier driver.

A lot of packages.

At all hours.

He works from home, Mum.

Nobody gets that much mail.

Go here.

Stop spying on people.

Can't see a bloody thing with those
spotlights.

Mum.

That is so bright, Mum.

Sweetheart. Hey, Ricky, come on in.
Sorry about the light. It's like a

tanning bed out there.

New system, just dialing the settings.

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

Probably went a bit overboard.

Hey, um, listen.

I just wanted to apologize about the
other night at the party.

I know it's a crazy time for you and I
didn't want to make you feel

uncomfortable or anything.

I thought it was quite flattering. I
just didn't see it coming.

Yeah, maybe I went a bit too hard too
early on the order.

You and me both.

You know, it's actually been a bit of a
tough time for me too lately.

Obviously nothing like what you've got
going on, just work.

You know, houses in the 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 phone call away.

OK. Thanks. I really appreciate it,
Ricky.

See you later.

Oh,

he looks lovely,

Mia.

It's just me, sis.

Oh, Charger.

Yes.

Don't move.

Oh, uh, wait.

Bumbag won't stop fucking calling.

Maybe this cartel fella's working with
someone else. Look out, Rick InstaVita

hasn't left the spot.

It's not him.

Well, where is he then?

Coming. 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?

I thought I'd swing by, run a theory by
you, see what... I haven't got a lot of

time for a cup of tea and a chatter,
so... Do you know this guy?

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've 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 a cartel.

You're not a real Aussie, McNeil.

You were born here.

Trust me, we don't want you either.

Get some sleep, McNeil.

Give me a cupcake.

Mom, what are you doing?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Mom. What is it?

Wait here.

Do not get out.

Do this here, please.

Won't take long. Come on, I have kids in
the car, please.

Ian Richards' internal taxation office.

This isn't a laughing matter, Mrs
Bennett.

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.

Gosh.

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?

$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 ITI doesn't care
how you pay as long as it gets paid.

Tax evasion is a very serious offence.

We look forward to hearing from you, Mrs
Bennett.

Have a nice day.

Oh, God.

Ow.

Did you tie this knot?

How did you find me?

Let me guess.

You sail.

What are you doing in my house?

Why not, Monty?

This is going to hurt a lot more than in
the chest.

Hey, goodbye to baby. No, no, no, it's
me, Ben. It's me, Ben that sent me here.

We're friends.

Bullshit. No, no, it's true. We're
friends. She sent me here to look for

us, to look for you, to help us. Was me
in trouble? Yes. Can you just please put

that somewhere else?

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

Just open it up. Open up. She's in my
contacts. Go.

Look, she's in there. Call her and ask
her. Shut up. Okay, all right.

Fuck it.

Unlock it.

Shut up, bitches.

We sold them all.

Yeah, and we want more.

Yeah, I just got a shipment.

100 pairs.

You can have the lot if you want.

5k. Pay up, gringos.

Oh, we don't know.

Relax,

soft cock.

I spot you. Yeah, you've proven you can
sell.

So they're yours if you want them.

Payment next week.

Yeah, let's do it.

Gentlemen.

Who was that?

I was just giving directions.

You two should be in class.

Yes, Mr. Ferguson, sorry, we were...
Headed to the cell room. We felt

triggered by... Get to class!

What did I fucking say?

You told me to stop DMACC'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. Why do you keep doing this?

Doing what? Killing fucking people.

You have a problem, Saskia.

That guy was really rude.

I got you what you wanted. Look, DMACC
is a dead man, all right? The cartel

will kill him. They'll think he did it.

The fucking cartel will try to get back
to us. No.

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 I fucking knew.

Look, we just need to be patient.

And then the cartel will sit down with
us when the time is right.

I... There is no I.

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 stuff, yeah.

Are you breaking up with me?

Because I don't do well with breakups.

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.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I didn't know you worked

here.

You need to leave.

I thought the American French dead.

No, really? It'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?

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.

But now it's you, Mia. This is not over.

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. I just
have a few questions about Joseph

Roberts. Oh.

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

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

house last week. Yeah, yeah. It was PTA
duties.

Something happened.

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

You don't remember anything unusual from
that night?

I left early.

I actually, um, something, something,
yeah, something unusual did happen.

There were a few illegal party favors.

You mean drugs?

Okay.

I mean, I knew that they partied, but,
you know, did they get up close?

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

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 would be kind of scary if you
get on the wrong side of her, so... Copy

that. Yeah.

Thanks. Thanks, Woody.

Take two.

Oh,

God. Sorry, I... Oh, Mia, it's Oscar.

Mia?

Yeah, who is this?

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.

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 DMACC.

I can't believe he brought you into
this. I'm so sorry.

He was just trying to save the day. He
was being a fucking prick.

No, he wasn't. He was just trying to
protect you.

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 he say anything about who he was
meeting that day? Like a blonde woman?

He was one woman. Yeah, a client. He
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. It's obviously a fake
name. You know what?

It's 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.

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 passport.

I did.

He bought the equipment and dealt with
the people and I made the documents.

You know how to use all this?

Mm-hmm. It would have been handy a week
ago.

It was really expensive.

But it was an investment.

And this one's just a hologram.

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?

and rude.

What about my customers?

She cannot stay with me. She got me to a
chair.

She tased me, Mia.

Oh.

You know what?

Load this stuff into the van, okay? And
Monica, I'll see you out.

Okay? You understand?

Yeah.

Victor, 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?

So I order 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.

The guy from the alarm company showed
up, but he said it was a routine, like

nothing out of thoughts.

Did you know?

No. What time was this?

Maybe 10.30 or 11 o'clock.

Can you describe him?

Yeah, a bit shorter than me.

Medium build, just a standard guy.

Oh.

He had a great Turbos jacket on.

You know how I've been following them
since their golden age?

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

Is that the jacket?

Yeah. One of my two Turbos.

Used to get up every day. Okay, Jason,
shut up now.

No.

Mum!

Oh, gosh.

Your hair's never done well in this
weather. Now, I don't remember Darren's

hair from high school days, but he
swears he went to Ranfurly.

Of course he did. Hi, Darren. How are
you?

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

Oh, well, it's been lovely to meet you,
Darren.

That's your mum?

She knows how to kill a mood. Listen,
DMACC.

This is my home. You're across the line.

Be a dark man.

I'm not. I swear.

I'm not. I'm not.

I'm not. I'm trying to fuck with my
business.

Please, please. Please, my mummy's in
there. What do you tell to be about my

plans? Huh?

You think you can fuck with the 47s? You
can cozy up to them?

I don't know who that is. Fuck.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

All right, good night. It's Ryan! Ryan!

It's Ryan!

Why do you keep saying 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 party pop

-up. I don't know how he knew that about
you. I just gave him the name of Joss. I

didn't tell him anything else.

I swear, I swear.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

Huh?

Well, because I was scared that she
would come into the house and... put a

pillow... and then... I guess that's
fair.

Michael!

Who's that?

That is...

Only Nara's bummed out.

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.

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

I don't really want to draw up a
PowerPoint on how a cartel works for

you.

There's something that we can do.

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

I'm not letting a lady called Bumbag
kill me in my fucking garage.

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? It

doesn't come in a powder form. It comes
as a liquid. It's hard 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.

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 47th? You could cut some
a deal and get the job done. No fucking

way.

Tevita's the one that's coming for me.
He wants to run the game. Okay, but bum

bag 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 fat

prick to my cartel contact.

He's never met her.

Only you have.

So?

I have no idea what she looked like.

Thanks. Yeah, well, good.

Do you want a cuppa?

Water is fine. Yeah, sweet, we've got
water.

Yeah, pretty set up around here.

So you should be comfortable, I think.

Do you like memory foam pillows?

I love memory foam.

Cool.

Great. Oh, and the outdoor shower is a
little cold, but that's like only if

you're a morning shower.

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 reported across the city.

Do you

know

who I am?