All language subtitles for NCIS.Sydney.S02E03.tolic

[Man] All these rocks,

you gotta take them over there.

[Worker] Yeah, bring it back!

[Angle grinder buzzes]

[Man] Nah. Hey, I'm done.

It's your final warning.

Oh, Dean, please. Mate...

All right, show up on time

or don't show up at all.

Come on, Deano, all right?

One of the boys had
their send-off last night

and things got...

[Burps]

Things got real.

But I promise it'll
never happen again.

Jackhammer, now.

Ohh. All right.

Ohh.

[Jackhammer thumps]

[Worker] Good onya!

[Dark music]

Oh!

[Light-hearted music]

[Chuckles]

Oi, lads. Check this out!

Play you a couple of tunes while
you're digging some holes, boys.

[Imitates playing the guitar]

[Worker] Ohh!

[Tense music]

[Grim music]

[Theme music]

[Mackey] I've waited
a long time for this.

Sick.

Hey, yo, look out.
What? Slide that on.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah.

Looking fresh, looking
tight, looking...

Puffy and yellow?

[Zipper buzzes]

How do I look?

Like you're late for
Pilates with the other mums.

Is that a gilet?

It's a high-vis
performance vest, Mackey.

[DeShawn] Ooh! Phoo!

- That is dope.
- Yeah.

And functional,
breathable, lightweight.

- Full range of motion.
- [Mackey] Okay.

Did look a little less yellow
in the brochure, though.

[Evie laughs] Less yellow
than what? A solar flare?

[DeShawn] Yo, are these...

- [Velcro snaps]
- Headphone holder.

- Ha-ha! In the age of Bluetooth?
- Yep.

What's, uh...

What's happening here, bud?

Tactical D-rings.

- [Phone buzzes]
- [Mackey] Mackey.

I mean, at least if it
floods, we can use you

as a flotation device.

- Done?
- [Evie laughs]

Not even a little
bit, SpongeBob.

Is that...

- Oh!
- It's a retractable hood.

Oh, so you're ready for
all weather conditions!

Yep! Rain, hail or shine, baby.

- Let's go.
- [Mackey] Hey, save it.

We've got a dead body.

Or what's left of one.

Where we heading?

- Somewhere you'll fit right in.
- Mmm.

[Workers chatter]

- [Worker wolf-whistles]
- Boys.

- Looking good, sexy.
- How's it going?

[Worker wolf-whistles]

[Worker] Yeah, bro! Nice jacket.

Not stealing your looks, am I?

- [Worker wolf-whistles]
- All yours, partner.

[Camera clicks repeatedly]

[Camera clicks]

[Doc Roy] Uh, the lime in
the concrete's dissolved

all the soft tissue

and the rest of it's just
in a semi-mummified state.

Uh, careful as you go there.

[Corpse squelches]

What have you got?

This is a Naval Academy ring.

Class of '81.

Initials...

...'H.W.'.

[Doc Roy] Have a look
at this. [Laughs]

The sailor had a prosthetic arm?

[Doc Roy] Yeah.

Or a very creepy back scratcher.

[Mackey] Bag it, Evie.

You got a time of
death for me, Doc?

No, but I have an era.

I found these in
one of his pockets.

Okay. Uh...

One and two cent
coins in the mix.

None date past '83, though.

[Doc Roy] And then
there's the jacket.

Oversized bomber.
Dropped shoulders.

I used to rock one of
these back in my heyday.

- When was that? World War I?
- [Laughs]

You're a funny lad, aren't
ya? Try the '80s, corn puff.

- [Mackey laughs]
- [JD] Oop!

What do we have here?

- Ooh!
- [Mackey] Hey!

- [JD] Rewind the tape.
- [Doc Roy] Hey, a Walkman!

This bloke is a time
capsule of the mid-'80s.

- [Camera clicks]
- [DeShawn] '85, to be exact.

Checked with the local council.

The inspector's report
dates the concrete pour

in November 1985.

No wallet here.

So what are our
chances of an ID, Doc?

[Doc Roy] You can forget
about fingerprints,

but I can confirm
with dental records

if you bring me options.

Shouldn't be too hard.

How many one-armed
sailors can there be?

[Grim music]

[Evie] Except this
guy has both arms.

So who owns the spare?

[Dramatic music]

[Mackey] Got an ID for me, Evie?

Naval Academy
listed two graduates

with the initials
H.W. from 1981.

Dental records confirmed one.

- Lieutenant Harvey Wilson.
- [JD] What do we know?

[Evie] Naval Engineering Officer

stationed out of the
US Consulate, Sydney,

'83 to '85.

Service record hasn't
been digitized yet,

so we're waiting on the scans.

And the missing persons
file is... patchy.

- [DeShawn] Yes, please.
- What are the Consulate saying?

DeShawn's dealing with it.

Penelope. Penelope?

So the US Consulate
has no record

of Lieutenant Harvey Wilson?

Well, that's weird,
because we do.

No. Penelope, don't
hang up on me...

DeShawn's dealt with it.

You reach out to the
Engineering Corps?

[DeShawn] All they know was
Wilson was assigned here

on some kind of liaison.

Recommended I speak to
Penelope at the Consulate.

[Mackey] Get onto
State Department.

Anything on past Naval attachés.

I want to know exactly what
Wilson was up to, okay?

And who's missing an arm.

Manufacturer and supply lists.

Hey, Wilson have a family?

Uh, yeah. Widow. Australian.

[Keys click]

[Computer bleeps]

[Evie] Diana Parkinson.

[Dog barks in distance]

[Diana] I haven't
opened this in 40 years.

- [Mackey] You look happy.
- [Diana] I'd just said yes.

We'd only known each
other for a few months,

but I knew how I felt.

When was the last
time you saw Harvey?

Um... he left on a work trip.

Never came home.

A few nights after, I saw him...

...with another woman.

Where?

A restaurant. Bistro Noir.

He said he was in Canberra.

- You think it was an affair?
- [Diana] Wouldn't you?

For 40 years, I believed
that he'd left me for her.

And now you're telling
me that... that he was...

Do you remember what Harvey
was wearing that night?

Uh... bomber jacket, I think.

And, um...

Brown shoes?

Black pants?

That was the night that...

Oh, my God.

Why would anyone
want to kill Harvey?

So maybe Wilson's lured
to the building site.

Then the bad guys get the jump.

Wilson grabs the killer's arm,

falls backwards
into the footing.

Leaving the one-armed killer
to signal the concrete pour.

That sounds like something
out of The Fugitive.

Looking for the
one-armed man! [Chuckles]

The Fugitive!

Harrison Ford and Tommy
Lee Jones... [Chuckles]

Forget it. Kids!

Are you performing
shoe-topsies now, Doc?

Yes, I noticed one was
lighter than the other.

Check the heel on the left.

- [Dramatic music]
- Ah!

[DeShawn] It's a spy shoe safe.

You try saying that
after a few sherbets.

Wait. We're saying
Wilson was a spook?

[Suspenseful music]

[Distorted music plays loudly]

[Blue] Guys, guys, guys!
Are you hearing this?

- [JD] Yes!
- [Mackey] Yeah.

It's hard not to, Blue.

It's the cassette
from Wilson's Walkman.

It's, like, some kind
of proto-dubstep,

which means that Wilson's music
is 20 years ahead of its time.

[Distorted] ♪ You're
alone in here...

Or the tape's warped.

♪ Let me warm your
hands against... ♪

Or the tape is warped.

Which I will un-warp.

♪ A close encounter
with a hard-hearted... ♪

[Stops music]

Oh! I didn't know
today was fancy dress.

It's a gilet.

Performance vest, actually.

Did you know that gilets were
traditionally called jerkins?

- Great.
- Do you hear that, JD?

Now you've got two options.

- Jerkin on or jerkin...
- Oh, Blue, what's that?

This? This is a
magneto optical device.

Otherwise known as
Magneto to his friends.

Is that the key
from Wilson's shoe?

Yes, and it had
an engraving on it

that has been scratched off.

But Magneto here can - WILL -

bring it back to life.

[Magneto whirs]

Magneto will call
when he is done.

Next...

So I sent off Wilson's bone
fragments for analysis.

And get this - they found
trace levels of metabolites

consistent with a nerve agent.

What kind of nerve
agent are we talking?

It's unclear at this
point, but nasty.

I mean, symptoms would include

loss of muscular
control, vomiting,

respiratory failure and death.

See, the new ones are odorless.

- But the old ones...
- Carry a slight fruity smell.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know your way
around chemical weapons.

- That's... comforting.
- CBRN training, Marines.

Okay, so several countries
had stockpiles at the time.

Iraq, Libya, the US
and the Soviet Union.

[JD] Okay, so if we think Wilson

was US intelligence
during the Cold War,

the Soviets have got to be at
the top of the list, right?

- [Magneto buzzes]
- Aha!

Behold the ghost of digits past!

[Software bleeps]

What's a Rookwood?

[JD] Largest cemetery
in Australia.

Even has its own postcode.

[Mackey] Good to know.

Okay. You got that key?

[JD] Uh...

You're kidding.

[Playful music]

I know it's here somewhere.

Um...

- Ah! Got it.
- [Zipper buzzes]

It's a whistle. [Blows whistle]

Got it. Let's go.

[Key clinks]

[Mackey] Hey, Tomb Raider,
what are we looking for?

Anything that seems off.

[Mackey] What, like two
cops trespassing in a crypt?

Or a grown man
wearing canary yellow?

Well, first of all,
it's buttercup.

Second of all, I'm thinking
something like this.

[Sighs]

Benedict Arnold.

Infamous traitor of
the Revolutionary War.

[Mackey] Okay, I know
who Benedict Arnold is,

but I also know he's
buried in London.

So what's his urn doing
in a crypt in Sydney?

Here.

[Dramatic music]

Huh!

So the canister
contained film negatives

consistent with a
subminiature camera.

Now, there's over
a hundred images

and most of them are
pretty badly damaged.

But these are the
readable ones so far.

Wait, Blue. Punch
in on the top there.

[DeShawn] "Top secret"?

[Mackey] Contact DOD.

We need to confirm if
this is still classified.

"Perses Combat System"?

US Navy weapons system.

This was tier-1 offense for
the US Navy into the '90s.

And the schematics have sat
uncollected in a dead drop

for 40 years.

So Wilson wasn't just a spy.

He was a traitor.

[DeShawn] So who was
Wilson spying for?

I might be able
to help with that.

[Dramatic music]

[Mackey] To what do
we owe a visit from

the Australian Security
Intelligence Organisation?

[Doc Roy] 'Intelligence'
is stretching it a bit.

- Mate!
- Hey, champion!

- God, you reek!
- What are you doing here?

[Terry] I heard NCIS has
been digging up dead sailors.

Lieutenant Harvey Wilson.

- You know him?
- [Terry] I investigated him.

Wilson was working on a
weapons system with our Navy.

They flagged him
a security risk.

Kicked the case my way.
We put eyes on him.

[Mackey] Any idea who
he was working for?

[Terry] Well, it
was the Cold War.

These weapons systems
were specifically designed

to target the Soviets.

How'd Wilson die?

With poison in him.

Page 1 of the KGB playbook.

If he was spying for Russia,
why would they wanna kill him?

Assets expire,
got in too deep...

So what's Wilson to you, then?

Ever had one of those
cases that sits with you

long after it's gone?

Well, Wilson's mine.

I was his case officer.

Happened on my watch.

Never got his wife answers.

Let me know if I can help.

ASIO's file on Wilson.
That would help.

[Doc Roy] Turn it up. He's
a spook, not a library.

I'll see what I can do.

[JD] So who is this guy again?

[Mackey] Alex Mirov.
Russian consulate staffer.

We crossed paths
during a stint in DC.

[Russian accent]
Special Agent Mackey?

Uh, yeah.

And you are?

Interested in why NCIS

is back-channeling
a foreign diplomat.

Lina Bukovska,

Consul-General of the
Russian Federation.

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

We weren't expecting someone
of your standing, ma'am.

[Lina] I expect not.

I make a call to your
State Department,

we have a problem.

But you haven't, which
means you want to talk.

In my experience, it's better to
put out spot fire than wildfire.

Alex passed on your inquiry.

I made a few calls.

Russia had nothing to do
with Wilson, dead or alive.

He was photographing
classified US intel.

Our sources believe that
that was for you guys.

[Lina] Does your
source have proof?

Wilson died with traces
of nerve agent in him.

Many countries had such
weapons, including yours.

And didn't you say he
was spying on your Navy?

Are you suggesting the US is
responsible for Wilson's death?

[Lina] I'm suggesting
that Russia

isn't the only country

who eats their own.

Did you play today's Wordle?

[Gulps] How about China, huh?

[Blue chuckles nervously]

[Door beeps and opens]

[Blue] Ah, Minister
Quinn is here to see you.

[Door closes]

Sit.

You went behind my back and
contacted a Russian diplomat.

Ma'am, I was just
meeting an old friend.

You want a line to the Russians,
you come through my office.

Is that clear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, Minister.

Alex Mirov? He's a
low-level weasel.

- What were you hoping to learn?
- It was a fishing expedition.

- What did you catch?
- The Consul-General.

[Suspenseful music]

Lina Bukovska was there?

[JD] Which means two things.

One - Wilson means
something to the Russians.

And two - whatever happened 40
years ago still matters now.

A Russian-sanctioned murder

of a US citizen on
Australian soil.

Is that what we're looking at?

We think so.

Minister, a list
of Soviet diplomats

and suspected spies here in
1985 could help rule that out.

Assuming we still have the case.

Church mice.

Total silence. Got it?

- You know us, ma'am.
- Yep. Mm-hm.

Sergeant Dempsey,
one last thing.

Adore the vest.

I have the exact same in lilac.

[Mouths silently]

[Door beeps and opens]

[JD zips and unzips
gilet obnoxiously]

- [Door closes]
- [Zipper buzzes]

[DeShawn] Appreciate you coming
through on Wilson's file.

[Terry] I'll just go
and get it for you.

- [Cat meows]
- I'd say make yourself at home.

But I don't wanna come back
to Roy in his underwear

and Marty Robbins on the stereo.

Yeah, mate, mate, mate, there'd
be no underwear involved.

[DeShawn sneezes]

Don't tell me you're
allergic to cats too.

- Me and 20% of the population.
- Really?

It's a growing public
health concern.

Aww. He's hypoallergenic,
isn't he, eh?

[Chuckles] Who's a
good boy, then, Lenin?

Lenin? Who calls
their cat Lenin?

[Doc Roy] Yes, you are,
aren't you, you old Communist?

[DeShawn] Oh, right.

The guy who shares an interior
designer with Rasputin.

Who doesn't like a mad monk?

Yeah. [Chuckles]

Whoa! Wow.

Damn. Does Terry read anything
not in the original Russian?

[Doc Roy] What do you expect?

Terry didn't become the foremost
Russia expert in the country

by reading Harry Potter.

[DeShawn chuckles]

How long have you known Terry?

Ooh, more years
than you are old.

Met on the rugby field.

- I can see you as teammates.
- No, no.

Opposite sides. We
hated each other.

One Saturday, we
really got stuck in.

And he started it, gave me a
right hook, but I ended it.

Sat him on his arse
with a Liverpool kiss.

[Laughs] You started it
with a squirrel grip.

I ended it with a left cross.

He's been a little bit
confused ever since.

Um, hope you're
not white, Terry.

Why's that?

[DeShawn] Checkmate in three.

[Sneezes]

- Oh, sorry.
- [Doc Roy] Bless you.

[Doc Roy] Chess isn't my game.
It's all snakes and ladders.

- [DeShawn] Hey, Doc.
- Yep.

This looks like a more
handsome version of you.

Well, that's because it is a
more handsome version of me.

- [DeShawn] Hold up.
- [Doc Roy] Hmm?

[DeShawn] Vintage
Brad Pitt is you?

Yes, that's me. And Alice
and Terry and... and Joyce.

We used to go to
Kiama every year.

- Who's Joyce?
- [Terry] She's my w...

Well, she was my wife.

She passed not long
after this was taken.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. We were
together for eight years.

Found a lot of
happiness in that time.

A lifetime's worth.

Anyway, this wasn't easy to
get. Can I trust you with it?

[DeShawn] Who's this?

[Terry] That's, uh, Kate DuPont.

Entered the country on
a diplomatic passport.

We took her for US intelligence.

So that would make her,
what, Wilson's US handler?

But that doesn't make any sense.

He was stealing
American Navy secrets.

I saw the photos, Terry.

Maybe you should
take a closer look.

[Mackey] Okay,
Cooper. Impress me.

I bent some ears and got a
hold of an OG Perses manual.

Then I did an A/B comparison
with Wilson's intel.

But it wasn't an exact match.

Measurements, dimensions.

Every now and then, something
was just a fractal off.

It's supposed to look like this.

This is a launch using the
American Perses system.

In response, the Soviets were
building the SM-19 system.

It was supposed to
be a carbon copy.

Spot the difference.

[Clicks key]

[Mackey sighs]

[DeShawn] Well, that didn't
go according to plan.

That was being built using
Wilson's bogus intel?

[Evie] Mm-hm.

Wilson wasn't working for
Russia. He was sabotaging them.

He was killed
serving his country.

So I guess we're back to Russia.

About that,

Quinn just came
through on the list.

It's been cross-checked
with all Russian diplomats,

trade delegates, any
foreign nationals here now.

None were here in
Australia in '85.

That rules out any
Russian officials

presently in the country.

- Where we at on the mystery arm?
- Russian manufacturer.

Company went belly-up
years ago. Total dead end.

- No 'arm' in trying, am I right?
- [Chuckles]

[Evie] But we did
find the restaurant.

Bistro Noir shut down in
1985, then relaunched.

Same licensee, new name. Osen.

With a whopping
1.5 stars on Yelp.

- Oh!
- But guess who did the fit-out.

The same company that
poured concrete on Wilson.

Impressive.

[Dynamic music]

[Mackey] Business
isn't exactly booming.

[JD] Maybe it's one of
those eat-in-the-dark joints

where you can't
see your partner.

People pay good money for that.

Huh!

Sounds like money well spent.

Hmm!

[Light switch clicks repeatedly]

[Mackey] NCIS. Anyone here?

[Troubling music]

JD.

[JD] A one-armed man.

[JD breathes deeply]
You smell that?

Move! Move! Move!

[Tense music]

[JD groans]

- Mackey, you're on my...
- That was nerve agent.

[Gasps]

[Siren wails]

[Mackey] We really need
to get back to work.

And I really need you to respect

the mandatory 15-minute
observational period.

But we've had the antidote.

Yes, but we don't know if
you received it in time.

You're not out of the woods yet.

[JD sighs]

[JD] Old mate needs to
work on his bedside manner.

Yeah.

You don't actually think
that... you know...

- We'll be fine.
- Yeah.

'Cause you got pretty
close. I mean...

Well, I'm just glad I wasn't
huffing it in like you were.

- Hmm.
- [Phone buzzes]

Evie. Where are you guys?

Caught some traffic.

But we ID'd the victim
as Sasha Litkin.

Manager at Bistro Noir

before he bought the
place outright in '85

shortly after Wilson was killed.

So are we thinking Sasha
was paid to kill Wilson?

And now someone's
closing old accounts?

Anyone get a look
at the attacker?

Power to the restaurant was cut.

CCTV goes down 30 minutes
before you're on scene.

No witnesses.

Evie?

[Evie] Special Agents,
we're cool with.

Nerve agents, not so much.

- Ah.
- We salute your bravery.

All clear.

[Mackey sighs]

But we are going to
have to hold onto

all of your clothing
items for further decon.

Except for one.

Extremely contaminant resistant.

All cops should
be wearing these.

Mmm. I lead by example.

[Camera clicks repeatedly]

[Doc Roy] All right. Lights.

The nerve agent was
dispersed through an aerosol.

What? No, no!
Sorry! This isn't...

Because you all thought...

And that would be...

Because then it would be...

Oh, my gosh, I'm so
sorry. Are you okay?

It's just... Don't worry,
it's just screen cleaner.

- Oh, good.
- It's harmless.

It's probably
harmless. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- Hey, Blue?
- Yeah?

Yes.

Um, yeah, sorry.

- So I... I found a unique...
- [JD clears throat]

...impurity in the nerve agent

which gives us a
chemical signature.

It's kinda like a fingerprint.

Um, sorry. Um...

Which I was able to trace
all the way to a lab

in Volgograd, Russia.

Now, this isn't your
top-of-the-line Novichok,

which are more effective,
less detectable, odorless...

- Incurable.
- [Blue] Yes.

And Russia are, like,
the MVPs of Novichok.

But Sasha was
killed using soman.

It's an old-school nerve agent.

This isn't Russia's MO.

If this was state-sanctioned,

they'd be using poison
tailor-made for the target.

There would be a team,
months of planning.

This is a rush job.

If Sasha's murder
wasn't sanctioned,

maybe Wilson's wasn't either.

A lone wolf covering
their tracks.

What are you thinking, D?

Give me five.

All right, look. This is Terry's
interview with Diana from '85.

There's no mention
of Bistro Noir.

- Diana lied?
- I don't think so.

You know, seems Terry
never even asked about

the last time she
saw her husband.

Well, that's kinda the
key question, isn't it?

And the answer to which
led us to Wilson's killer.

I feel like... I feel like
Terry's hiding something.

[JD] So why has he
given you information

that incriminates him?

It doesn't make sense.
Terry doesn't make sense.

[Evie] Yeah, why
come to us at all?

Why give us the file? Ooh!

Also, what is the
password to your phone?

What? Why?

Because when Doc finds out
you're suss on his mate...

[Chuckles] ...he's
gonna kill you.

Invite Terry in. JD, you
and I can take a run at him.

Actually... I have
a better idea.

[DeShawn] There were
some inconsistencies

in Diana's statements.

We're hoping you can help us

separate fact from fiction.

[Mackey] We've gone through
your interview with ASIO

after Harvey disappeared.

At no point did you say

you saw your husband
at Bistro Noir.

That's not true.
Of course I did.

Take a look at this
record of interview.

There's no mention of it, Diana.

[Diana] That makes no sense.

It was the last time
I saw my husband.

[DeShawn] It's a good point.

Hard to believe she
would have left that out.

What do you want me to tell
you? It was 40 years ago.

You're right. I get
it. Ancient history.

Still sucks, though, right?

Because if she would
have mentioned it,

you would've learned that Sasha
Litkin was Wilson's killer.

Unless you already knew that.

[Chuckles] Well played.

Bring me in to help, question
me when my guard's down.

[Doc Roy] Terry, what
are you doing here?

Helping separate
fact from fiction.

Sorry?

You're looking in
the wrong place.

Where'd Kate DuPont get you?

A grave in Arlington,
Virginia. Been dead six years.

[Terry] What about
Russian FSOs, diplomats?

Who was here back then and now?

None. See, we checked.

You've been feeding us

half-truths and dead
ends from the get-go.

[Doc Roy] Hey. Hey.

Internal ASIO memo.

Turns out you weren't
given that case after all.

- You asked for it. Why?
- Where'd you get this?

Foreign Minister's
taken an interest.

[Chuckles] Is this really the
best you've got, is it? Me?

How do I access nerve agent?

Why would I have Wilson killed?

Where's my link to Sasha?

The murder weapon? Anything?

[Tense music builds]

[Terry] You're reaching.

[TV beeps]

[JD] We're just trying to
understand the timeline.

Three months after
Harvey disappeared,

you made a claim on
his life insurance.

It was denied.

Then three months
later, you tried again.

How could you be
sure he was dead?

I couldn't,

but I had to do something.

I had just found
out I was pregnant.

I needed to know that

I had a home that I
could raise my child in.

[TV beeps]

That night, a husband
never came home.

A daughter never met her father.

Were you involved?

Oh, Terry, you don't
have to do this.

No, no, no, no. It's all
right. It's all right.

Boden's Mate.

Bishops catch the
king in the crossfire.

Checkmate.

So you won?

[Dark music]

The game's still being played.

But you're only
seeing half the board.

[Door beeps and opens]

[Doc Roy] What the
hell was that about?

Just trying to help
solve this, mate.

Gimme a break. I know you.

Boden's Mate. Checkmate
move. [Puts down marker]

[JD] You think Terry was
trying to tell you something?

I don't know. It's all
this spy gamer stuff.

Double meanings, hidden agendas.

But it got me thinking.

Everything we have
points to two things,

Russia and Terry.

So what if...

Oh, mate, don't mind me.

[Mackey] We're not gonna
keep things from you, Doc.

This is an investigation
and Terry is

a reasonable line
of inquiry, okay?

All I was saying is everything
we have points to two things,

Russia and Terry.

So what if they're
the same thing?

What if Terry's
working for Russia?

Russia? [Scoffs] Terry
is giving us information.

[DeShawn] Select information.

He's manipulating the
whole investigation.

- Why would he be doing that?
- He knows more than he's saying.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Doc, Terry asked to
investigate Wilson.

He discovered he
was US intelligence.

And if he passed this on...

...he signed Wilson's
death warrant.

[Sighs]

You've just accused
a man of treason.

With what evidence?

Cat hair!

The hair recovered from
Sasha's crime scene

isn't from a human, it's from...

...a Neva Masquerade.

Russian. Cream
coat. And so fluffy!

[Evie] Okay, Sasha had
cat hair on him. So what?

[Blue] So Neva
Masquerades are rare.

There's hardly any
in the country.

[Doc Roy] And...

...Terry has one.

[Suspenseful music]

[DeShawn] Call him, Doc.

[Doc Roy] Terry, where
are you? We need to talk.

[Intense music]

[DeShawn] Get out of the way!

- Move!
- Out of the way!

- Get out of the way!
- NCIS coming through!

[PA announcement] The next
train to arrive on platform 1,

goes to Arncliffe, Wolli Creek,

then all stations
to Bondi Junction.

Wait! Got him.
Opposite platform.

[Dramatic music]

Oh!

- Go, go, go!
- [JD shouts indistinctly]

[Train carriages clatter]

[Train horn honks]

[Mackey] Here.

[Dramatic music]

[JD] Evie, DeShawn,
southern entrance!

[Grunts]

- Out of the way! Out of the way!
- Move! Move!

Move!

- [Mackey] NCIS! Federal agents!
- [JD] I wanna see some hands!

Drop it! What are you holding?

My diplomatic card.

Granting me full immunity.

My level of immunity is highest
this country has to offer.

I cannot be prosecuted,
arrested or detained.

Mm-hm. Well, we are
verifying your credentials.

And we like to be thorough,
so it might take a while.

Enjoy it while you can.

Violating the Vienna Convention

tends to be a real
career killer.

[JD] Hmm, well, while we wait...

[Tablet beeps]

[JD] Ooh!

I'mma take a wild guess

at what's inside that bottle.

Soman.

[Lina] You searched me.

Did you find a newspaper?

Nerve agent?

You have me confused
with someone else.

You know, that coat looks,
uh, awfully familiar.

It's a popular
coat. Fashionable.

Although, you may have
to take my word for that.

Why'd you run?

I was being chased by
two lunatics with guns.

Why were you in Banksia?

Best Russian bakery in the city.

What about 1985? Because
I've got a theory.

You were Russian intelligence.
Harvey Wilson was your asset.

Oh, you may have to
check your records.

I was not in the country.

[Dramatic music]

State cops pulled all cameras.

We lose Terry after two
blocks heading south.

He's not at home,
either. BOLO's out.

All right, look.

[Clicks key] See this?

Terry sees me, then turns to
Lina before she makes her move.

You know, like he was
expecting to be attacked.

- [Doc Roy] Oh, mate.
- Hazmat found traces of soman.

They're still looking
for the weapon.

I'm afraid Terry
doesn't have long, Doc.

So where does he go?

To be with Joyce.

[Sparse music]

[Evie] Eyes on.

[DeShawn] Special
Agent Jackson, NCIS.

We've located Terry Barnes.

Need a hazmat team to
Waverley Cemetery ASAP.

[Quietly] Doc,
what are you doing?

Terry's skin and clothes could
still be releasing the stuff.

We gotta lock down
the area first.

[Terry coughs]

He's my mate.

[Terry coughs]

[Evie] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa! What is he doing?

[Terry coughs]

[Terry coughs]

Well, as far as final views go,

you could have done a
lot worse for yourself.

- Yeah, shame about the company.
- Mmm.

Ahh, you visited Sasha.

Lina paid Sasha to kill Wilson.

I wanted him to roll on her.

I guess she beat
me to the punch.

How did she know you were
gonna be at the train station?

[Doc Roy sighs]

You told her to draw her out.

Because...

...you are a cunning bastard.

Did you get her?

Yeah, we got her.

Good.

Back then, Lina was KGB.

She was running
Wilson. Became suss.

Asked me to find out...
whose side he was really on.

[Doc Roy] Why did you agree?

When Joycey got sick,

they gave her six months.

KGB was gonna foot the bill
for an experimental treatment.

Mate, I always wondered
how you paid for that.

Mate, what would you have done?

Hey? What if it was Alice?

Did you know they'd kill Wilson?

I didn't know his wife
was pregnant, mate.

[Terry breathes shakily]

You should go.

[Doc Roy] Hmm.

Yeah. Ohh.

Love you, mate.

[Door opens]

Minister! It's about time.

Your agents have
made quite a mess.

Let's see if we can't tidy
it up, then, hmm? Please.

In 1985, you were operating
here as an officer of the KGB.

I told you. I was
not in country.

[JD] Not as Lina Bukovska.

As Polina Stepanova,

interpreter at the
Soviet Embassy.

At least, according to your
fake diplomatic passport.

We keep meticulous records.

The intel you were
passing on from Wilson

sabotaged the USSR's most
expensive missile system, SM-19.

[JD] You worked out
you'd been played.

- You could've come clean.
- [Mackey] But you didn't.

Instead, you had the one guy
who could expose you killed.

Your own supposed
asset, Harvey Wilson.

[JD] Allowing the USSR
to continue to sink

hundreds of millions of rubles

into a weapons system
that would never work.

That is remarkable story.

[JD] Hmm.

Recovered from
the train station.

Soman.

We pull your DNA, no
longer just a story.

I have diplomatic immunity.

How do you propose
getting my DNA?

Voluntarily.

[Laughs]

Minister, is this a joke?

[Phone bleeps]

[Woman on phone] The
Russian Foreign Minister

is returning your call, ma'am.

[Quinn] No joke.

Unless you waive your immunity,

we can't prosecute you
on the murder charges,

but we can pass the fake Perses
information on to the Kremlin.

They tend to take acts of
treason very seriously.

[JD] Siberian prison.

Fall from a hotel window.

Or that other hometown
favorite - poison.

Or you cooperate.

You are offering
Australian prison?

Or a Russian grave.

Ma'am, the Foreign
Minister is still waiting.

Instructions are on the back.

[Emotional music]

[JD] That's great. Thanks, Evie.

Hey, Evie just called.

Doc's presenting no
symptoms. He's gonna be okay.

[Sighs] Okay, good.

[JD] Ohh.

Oh, hey, apparently,
Lina's already

shopping 40 years of
Russian state secrets.

You're kidding!

But even with a
deal, she'll spend

most of her remaining
years in a 6x8 cell.

No agency has claimed Wilson?

They can't.

Wilson's mission
remains classified.

Hmm. Quinn's asked that we sit
on Terry's involvement too.

She's worried we'll
lose credibility

with our security partners.

- That's typical.
- Yeah.

The higher-ups save face

and Wilson's sacrifice
is forgotten.

[JD] Mm-hm.

I'm a little tired of secrets.

[Mackey] The night
Harvey disappeared,

he believed his
life was in danger.

So he left this.

On one side is music.

And on the other, he
recorded a message.

Our lab tech was
able to restore it.

The message was for you.

Take your time.

[Sighs]

[Harvey on recording] Diana,
if you're hearing this,

something's happened.

[Tearfully] I won't
be coming home.

I'm so sorry... [Sniffles]

...I won't be there
for you, both of you,

to see our daughter grow up.

Grow old together. [Sobs]

Just know this.

I love you, sweetheart,
and always will.