All language subtitles for NCIS.Sydney.S02E05

Once you tell me
why your number's

on a Russian assassin's phone.

He had a heart attack

and then his pacemaker
failed and made it worse?

Its failure may have
caused the heart attack.

They can't guarantee he
comes back at this point.

Rankin had a listening device
inside of his pacemaker.

There you are!

Hey!

Up here! Up here!

Oh, my God!

Hey.

Did you see where
those girls went?

Whoa! Sick shirt, bro.

Check out this guy's fit.

Sorry, what's your name, bro?

Our tests indicate
signs of brain function,

but what that means is
anyone's guess at this point.

I read somewhere about Ritalin

being used to rouse
coma patients.

Let me stop you right there.

There is no safe way
to speed this up.

For now, Colonel Rankin's
fate is entirely his own.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

How you holding up?

We, uh, wanted to
give you an update.

We traced the origin
of the pacemaker.

It was stolen from a
shipment of humanitarian aid

bound for Dili.

What?

We found a listening device
inside the pacemaker.

So...

...whoever put that
thing inside him

was listening the whole time?

Excuse me.

This is Mackey.

Why would anyone...

Why would they do that?

They made him do
things, didn't they?

Did people get hurt?

Well, your husband
had a gun to his head.

So, whatever he did, he
wasn't the man in there.

Oh, God. I feel so stupid.

Why do you say that?

The last few months,
he'd become so distant.

Was traveling all
over the Indo-Pacific.

He hardly answered my calls.

I actually wondered whether
he was having an affair.

Then he started writing letters.

We hadn't done
that since college.

It all makes sense now.

He knew someone was
monitoring whatever he said.

Well, do you still
have the letters?

I'm not sure.
They're, uh, private.

Well, that's why we
need them, Natalie.

Sorry. We're
needed harborside.

Hang in there, okay?

We'll find out what happened.

You don't think I can
dance? I can dance.

You know, I'm like
Usher meets Timberlake.

- Meets Gollum?
- What's the update?

DeShawn thinks he can dance.

Oh, come on.
Everyone can dance.

You'd have some sick
moves, wouldn't you, Macka?

Cut the rug when you can.

- Boss don't dance.
- Really? How come?

'Cause boss don't dance.

Copy that.

So, um,

deceased is Petty Officer
First Class Rueben Daniels, 26.

In town on the USS Pascal.

- Made port two days ago.
- Still had his phone and wallet.

Location services
were turned off.

Someone didn't want anybody
knowing what he'd been up to.

But his recent pics might
help clear things up.

Find out who she is.

What have we got, Rosie?

Uh, well, judging by his wounds,

I'd say he's been
shot multiple times.

There's no exit wounds, so I'm
thinking maybe low caliber.

We got a time of death?

It's gonna be tricky
as he's been frozen.

- Frozen?
- Yeah.

As if by Queen Elsa herself.

What?

So I'm clear,

someone shot him, put him on ice

and then carted him
here to a public place.

- Why risk it?
- Hmm.

And why does he smell like
the fish markets on a Sunday?

Speak for yourself.

What is it?

Our killer leaves him here

with the best view in the house.

ID still on him.

Who does that?

Rueben Daniels. Naval
reservist in college.

Went into active
duty straight after.

Just off a maritime security
tour in the Red Sea.

Blue flamer. Was
he staying on base?

Negative. He's been on liberty
ever since he made port.

Crashing with an Aussie
friend, Craig Beachley.

- 'Creg'?
- Sure.

Like Daniel Craig.

You mean Daniel 'Crayg'.

No, he means Daniel 'Creg' 007.

Hmm. I think you'll find
it's Daniel 'Crayg' 007.

So this 'Creg' didn't
report his friend missing?

No. Neither did 'Crayg'.

Look, we did catch a break
with our mystery woman, though.

Mmm. Kim Dang.
Vietnamese national.

Arrived here nine months ago

to study English at the
ASN Language College.

Okay. Find out what she knows.

I think I solved why his
clothes stank of fish.

Turns out his
clothing was covered

in dried plasma
from a gastropod.

Plasma, as in...

As in plasma.

Um, a fluid made up of proteins.

Why was he covered in plasma?

Because when two abalone feel
very strongly for one another...

The dead seaman is covered in
dead semen. From an abalone.

Okay. Didn't see that coming.

So how do you suggest
we broach the idea

that our dead guy was into
the Aussie abalone scene?

Let me get this straight, there
is no Aussie abalone scene.

So you've looked into it?

No, I haven't 'cause
no such thing exists.

- At least not the way you mean.
- And which way is that?

Craig Beachley.

- Sergeant Jim Dempsey. AFP.
- Hi.

Special Agent Mackey. NCIS.

- Can we have a word?
- Yeah, sure. Wh-what's up?

Rueben Daniels. His CO said
that he's been bunking with you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
That... that's right.

When did you last see him?

Oh... night before last.

And he didn't come
home last night?

No, I... I just assumed
that he hooked up.

With, um...

...her, maybe?

Listen, there's, uh, no
easy way to say this, mate,

but Rueben's dead.

Yeah. We found his
body this morning.

Do you know of anyone
who might wanna hurt him?

What?

Oh, no. I, um... No.

Let's take this
inside, yeah? Come on.

Yeah.

So, uh, talk me
through the timeline.

Rueben made port two nights ago?

Yeah, that's right. Um...

He came here. He dumped his
kit and then we went out.

You go anywhere
they serve seafood?

The fish markets maybe?

They found, uh, abalone...
residue all over him.

We didn't go anywhere
near the fish markets.

We grabbed a feed at the local

and then we... we came
back here and just crashed.

Then you woke up
the next morning...

Yeah, 6am, as per.
I went to work.

And...

Yeah, that's the
last time I saw him.

Here's the thing.

Rueben's phone and wallet were
on him when we found the body,

which means we can
rule out robbery.

Okay.

And when that happens,

we usually find that
whoever committed the murder

is known to the deceased.

Wait, and you... you think that
I had something to do with it?

Are you kidding?

- Did you?
- Well, he's my best mate.

Kim Dang.

Ah, there she is.

Looks like she's
been a student at ASN

for almost nine months now.

Okay, great. Um, is she in?

Uh, classes are
finished for today.

By 10:30 in the morning?

Where were you guys
when I was in school?

We like to give
our students time

to practice their language
skills in the real world.

I get it. Is Kim in tomorrow?

Classes are online tomorrow.

What about the day after?

Also online.

Can I take a look at Kim's file?

Um...

I'm just gonna... Here.

Wow.

Model student, huh?

She's been marked present for
the whole of this week already.

College is dodgy as. The whole
thing's an immigration scam.

- You got a line on Kim?
- Not yet.

Mobile they had for
her was bogus too.

But they did have
her visa on file,

which shows she's due
to ship out in a week.

All right, so let's find
her before then, yeah?

Hey.

What's up, Doc?

I ran an X-ray

and what I assumed
were bullet holes...

...were actually
puncture wounds.

So I'm suspecting old
mate was beaten to death.

Any idea with what?

Something wooden, for sure.

Uh, bit of furniture maybe?

Okay, so are we thinking

restaurant,
old-school bar brawl?

Oh, no, unlikely.

There's no defensive wounds.

Whoever did this to him
took him by surprise.

Yeah, or he couldn't fight back.

He did go to a bar, though.

We're looking for this guy,

Petty Officer Rueben Daniels.

Came through Wednesday
night. American sailor.

We're trying to
establish his movements.

We get a lot of armed service
types through the club.

Well, we're only
looking for one.

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe we could ask Kim.
Don't suppose she's in today?

Kim? Over here, please, darling.

You were here Wednesday, yeah?

Do you remember this guy?

It's okay.

You're not in any trouble.

We had a drink.

He came back for a
dance, then he left.

As in a private dance?

Was he in the club with anyone?

- Not that I saw.
- What time was this?

Uh... 10:30.

We're gonna need to, uh, take
a look at your CCTV, Razzie.

That'll be tricky.

We delete the footage
after 24 hours

if there's been no incidents.

There has been an incident.
This man has been murdered.

Any idea why a dead guy had
your picture on his phone, Kim?

Don't know.

Sometimes people
give recommendations.

Now, if you don't mind, I need
to get ready for the lunch rush.

- Lunch rush?
- People got to eat.

We serve lunch.

So you only hire

young Southeast Asian
women to serve lunch, okay.

We don't hire anyone.

They're all self-employed
contractors,

free to come and
go as they choose.

Hmm. Many of them
take English classes?

Samba classes, beauty
classes, I don't ask.

Their time's their own.

And all of them are
on student visas.

Listen, Sergeant,
if you can tell me

where I'm breaking
the law, I'm all ears.

Otherwise, you got a
problem with people

taking their clothes
off, that's on you.

I'll keep this.

There's a discount
for law enforcement.

Have you seen my almond milk?

The word 'milk' would imply
that an almond has a teat

from which to extract
the said milk,

and unless an almond
has suddenly become

a member of the mammalian genus,

I can't imagine what
you're missing out on

is in any way milk.

You okay?

Bluebird?

Blue, have you cracked
Rueben's phone yet?

How did you do on
the location data?

Yeah, location
data. Interesting.

So, um, Mr. Rueben was keen
to hide his travel movements.

He, uh, turned off his
location services at 7:43pm

while he was still
at Craig's place.

What he failed to realize

is that it doesn't actually
disable your phone's GPS.

And according to his,

Mr. Rueben left his
friend's flat at 8:22pm,

drove all the way
across town to here.

A warehouse in Pyrmont,

leased to a...

...Marvo Armando.

Wait, you know him?

Oh, yeah.

The Great Wall of China.

Notorious Sydney
fencer of stolen goods.

I've tried to bust him twice
before. It's never stuck.

Hmm. Wanna try a third?

Yeah, see, in L.A., this is
where the raves would be at.

You can drop the act, D. I know
you've never been to a rave.

Girl, for real. I
crushed the ravin' scene.

Like you 'crushed' babysitting?

Yo, check it out.

Hey, no, no, no, no.
All right. Don't shoot.

Just a Phillips head.

Yeah? All right.
Putting it down.

There we go.

Evie Cooper as I
live and breathe.

I thought you told the judge

you'd find a more meaningful
way to waste your life?

Oh, Coops. Water. Bridge.

You know, 'cause of you, now
I'm on the straight and narrow.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

G'day, mate.

So you got the
paperwork for all that?

Oh, that... That's me mate's.

So does your 'mate'
have the paperwork?

Yeah. Of course.

Bloody hell, Coops. It's
always business with you, eh?

How do you like them moves?

DeShawn, meet the
Great Wall of China.

Marvo, DeShawn.

We go way back.

Yo.

You fencing abalone now, Marvo?

Are you kidding?

Albert's a pet.

Your pet abalone's
name is Albert?

Albo was already taken.

What was in the
rest of the tanks?

I don't know. It was stolen.

If you don't know
what was in the tanks,

how do you know it was stolen?

It was stolen, I swear. I
got it all on camera, okay?

- Show us.
- All right, all right.

All right, all right. All right.

Pause there.

Is that...?

That's our dead Petty
Officer Rueben Daniels.

Our murder victim
was an abalone thief?

People actually
eat these things?

Are you kidding?
They're a delicacy.

Sensational eating.

Especially with a little
ginger shallot sauce, you know?

- Au naturel's best.
- Oh, yeah?

Ooh, yeah. That salty tang.

There's nothing like
a fresh gastropod.

Whoa. Okay.

Either way, I am
not eating anything

that starts with the
word 'gastro', thank you.

Besides, I'm more
interested in knowing

what Rueben was doing
stealing the little suckers.

Oh, worth a lot on
the black market.

Organized crime gangs have
been known to use them

as a form of currency.

Well, it's better than cash.

No need to launder
it. No paper trail.

- Self-deleting.
- Hm.

Smart.

Unlike old mate here.

You guys keep
calling me a fence.

I'm no fence.

- Define what it is you do again?
- I'm a delivery guy.

- Hmm.
- You know, like Tom Hanks.

- In that movie Cast Away.
- You're Tom Hanks?

Before the plane crash.

Okay. So who were you
delivering stolen abalone for?

See? Now you're
on the right path.

I'm the victim here.

You guys should be out
looking for the thieves.

Funnily enough, we
found one of them.

Murdered.

Oh, I don't know
anything about that.

Mm-hm.

- I've got an alibi.
- For when?

Well, for whenever it is you
guys say he was murdered.

We believe whoever you're doing
your abalone FedEx thing for

found out his gear had been
stolen and sought revenge.

Give us a name, yeah?

I don't have a name.

- I've seen Cast Away.
- So have I.

So have I.

That package Tom
Hanks trucked with him

all through the movie

had a receiver's and
a sender's address.

You're saying you have neither?

You know, Tom Hanks has
got two Oscars over me too,

but do you hear me complaining?

We ran the plates on the
abalone thief's trailer.

- It's a hire job.
- Did you manage to track it?

You'll never guess who to.

- 'Creg'.
- 'Crayg'.

Bring him in.

There you go, mate.

I'll let you rest in peace now.

Bluebird!

You care to explain this?

Um, yeah. The, um...

The main fridge was
overflowing and...

And you are a terrible liar.

I'm actually a very good liar.

- Oh?
- See, that?

- That's one big lie.
- Your cake?

My birthday.

- What, you weren't born?
- I was born.

I just lied about when

and it ended up on my
AFP application form.

And now everyone here thinks
that today is my birthday

and they've got me a cake and
they're gonna sing me a song

and I don't deserve any of it.

So you hid the cake in here,

hoping that everything
would just go away?

I mean, a garbage bin

would have been more effective
than my autopsy fridge.

No, because then I
wouldn't be just a liar,

I'd be an ungrateful liar
with no thought to composting.

You know what I think?

I think you put
the cake in there

because you knew
I would find it,

which means that part of you

wants to have this conversation.

I don't...

I don't actually know
my date of birth.

Mm.

Well...

...I'm sure there's a
perfectly good reason for that.

Right?

I have to go. Sorry.

So we wanted to find where they
trucked the abalone to, right?

The trouble is he deleted the
trip logs on his nav system.

Oh, that's not sus at all.

But I did find this.

Huh.

We meet again.

Whose idea was it to
steal the abalone?

Come on, mate. We've got CCTV of
you and Rueben at the warehouse.

Whose idea was it?

- It was mine.
- Why?

I needed money.
What do you think?

What happened that night?

You get in a fight?

Did Rueben give you that?

Kim Dang. Who's she to you?

We showed you a photo and
you denied knowing her.

Why did you lie to us?

Look, she's just a friend, okay?

Rueben was a friend and he's
not on your car screen saver.

She works at Razzie's,

the club Rueben went to
the night he was murdered.

You been there?

That was rhetorical, by the way.

We had a look at
your bank statements.

There is a lot of cash
withdrawals at Razzie's.

You're there three, four
nights a week, dropping...

- Mm.
- ...big money.

- All on her, right?
- Well, so?

Well, so, it's a
little obsessive.

Okay, yeah, make it sound like
I'm some kind of stalker, eh?

And then you stopped
going recently. How come?

- I was banned.
- Really?

Why's that?

Ooh. Oh, you got a
little handsy, did ya?

Start taking some liberties?

- You hit her?
- What? No.

No. She...

The owner realized that
Kim and I were dating.

Didn't like it, I guess.

So she's your girlfriend

who you pay big money
to see every night.

It's a little
unconventional, no?

- Well, no, it's not like that.
- So what's it like?

Well, I love her, okay? I want
to see her, so I gotta pay.

Okay.

Two nights ago,

Rueben goes to Razzie's
and books a lap dance.

12 girls are working that night.

He could have picked any one
of them but he picks your girl.

Mm-hm.

Someone cuts my grass like that,

I'm not gonna lie, mate, I
don't know how I'd react.

I didn't kill Rueben.

So why did you clear
your car's nav history?

'Cause it looks a
hell of lot like

you're covering
your tracks, Craig.

- I wanna speak to a lawyer.
- You better make it a good one.

Luminol.

Check it out.

Yeah, I reckon that's good.

That's it. You just, you
know, back it up. Right back.

Quit moving, you big baby.

There's gotta be better ways
of doing this, you know?

You would think
so, wouldn't you?

I'm serious. Last time,
you got me square in the...

...face.

What does the blood
spatter tell us?

- Uh, not what you'd expect, no.
- Why, it's not Rueben's blood?

No, no, no, it is - uh, in
his ute and on his shirt.

But Craig did not kill Rueben.

Have a squiz at this.
There you go, uh, Bluebird.

Yes. Um... Thanks.

Uh, so this linear
band of blood,

it suggests that it's been
cast off from the weapon.

If it had come from
Mr. Rueben directly,

it'd be more of a spray.

Craig was definitely in the room

when the beating took place,

only he was standing
meters away.

- Hmm. Watching on.
- Mm.

Oh, my...

So if you knew that, what
was all this for, then?

You got a little... You...

JD, don't.

So you and Rueben
made the finals

three years in a row.

How is this relevant
to anything?

Basketball's very relevant to
your client, Mr. Todarello.

Actually, you'd know that
if you'd done some homework

before you started
your billing hours.

Craig and Rueben played
together in college.

What position you play?

Point guard.

And Rueben?

Well, he was a guard, I guess,

but... Ruebs was
everywhere all at once.

He's the type of player

to be feeding you in
the paint at one end

and then swatting it
down at the other.

Coast to coast.

- Gotta love that.
- Mmm.

Two points down,
five seconds left,

you get the ball to Rueben,

'cause you can count on him
to do something special.

There's not many people you
could trust to do that, huh?

That's what he was doing
two nights ago, yeah?

I mean, you were in a jam. You
needed some money or whatever.

You knew that he'd
do anything for you.

Ultimate team player.

I can't imagine what
it must have been like

to watch your best
friend die like that.

We don't have to listen to this.

Your six hours are up.

Either charge my
client or let him go.

Was someone holding your neck

while he was getting
beaten to death?

Is that how you got that bruise?

- You don't have to answer that.
- Why wouldn't he, though?

Unless the killer's
holding something over you.

What are you scared of, Craig?

- I can't help you, I'm sorry.
- Okay. We're done here.

Six hours?

See, that's what happens when
you ask a bunch of convicts

to write the penal code.

- Mm-hm.
- Um, guys.

Mrs. Rankin dropped
these off for you both.

Actual mail. So vintage.

Well, not that vintage.

So I managed to pull
the deleted data

from Craig's nav system.

Latitude and longitude.

It's gonna take me a while

to piece everything
together, though.

Okay, can you call us
when you got something?

I wanna know where
they took the abalone.

That's what got Rueben killed.

Robert that.

It's 'Roger that'.

- Since when?
- Since always.

Yeah.

Huh! Note to self.

Boss. We might have something.

We went right back through
Craig's financials.

And?

And guy's no stranger to
strip joints and brothels.

Visited damn near every
one we could find.

Didn't pick him
for a sex addict.

How much is he
spending each time?

15, 20 bucks a visit.

Didn't pick him for
a tight-arse either.

Don't get much for
20 bucks these days.

- Apparently.
- Hm.

Maybe he wasn't looking for sex.

Maybe he was
looking for someone.

The question is, who?

Reckon we have
another crack at Kim?

Razzie won't let us
anywhere near her.

Have to be on the down-low.

Yeah, that's what
I was thinking.

Uh-uh.

Yeah, see, whatever
y'all are thinking,

I'm not down with it.

No way.

Nervous?

Nope. Why would I be?

You might see your
first naked person.

I'm good. No, just concentrate
on your American accent.

'Cause whatever you're doing
right there, that ain't it.

Hey, my man.

Hey. 20 bucks
cover charge. Each.

Girls don't get in for free?

Not unless you're dancing.

Y'all couldn't
handle what I got.

Here.

Thank you.

- Drink?
- Oh, I'm good, thanks, hon.

40 bucks, thanks, darling.

For two sodas?!

And a slice of lemon,
ice, and a clean glass.

Well, what about no lemon
and I clean my own glass?

What about you find
somewhere else to party?

A'ight.

Look, I was, uh, you know,

thinking about my own
little private party.

Take your pick.

Hmm.

Her. Kim.

Let Kim know she's got company.

Thanks, Bobby.

Well, cameras in the
rooms. Monitors at the bar.

- Eyes on the whole time.
- I'll handle it.

Hey, guys. Are we all together?

Oh, just lover boy here.

Promised to get him
through the door.

It's his first time.
He's kinda nervous.

I'll try not to give
him a heart attack.

You...

♪ You wait until I've
got you on your own ♪

♪ On your own

♪ On your own...

You ever play for the NFL?

You look like that wide receiver

who plays for the Giants.

Mixing me up with someone.

You certainly look
jacked enough to be him.

- Navy, are ya?
- Six months at sea.

It's unnatural.

You know what I mean?

- Sounds terrible.
- Hmm.

You, um, mind if we just talk?

Aww, you are nervous.

What do you want to talk about?

Your boyfriend, Craig.

You with those officers
who came before?

- Special Agent. NCIS.
- You shouldn't have come here.

You rather we take you in?

We can't just
talk. They'll know.

You know, I didn't
see you on the menu.

Maybe you should take
it up with management.

Maybe I will.

Two nights ago,
Craig's buddy Rueben

booked a session with you.

- What happened?
- Had a dance and left.

I know what you told my buddies,
but what I need is the truth.

Hmm.

Just made port, did ya?

What ship you come in on?

USS Pascal.

Destroyer, huh?

Arleigh Burke or Zumwalt class?

You're not one of those
Navy trainspotters, are you?

No. We get a lot of US
sailors through here.

Chatty bunch.

Get to know my ships.

And my accents.

Thing is I can't place yours.
Where you from exactly?

Providence.

Which one?

Bobby, go check on Kim.

Make sure everyone's
behaving themselves.

Craig and Rueben stole
a shipment of abalone

the night he died.

So you know about that?

I told them to steal it.

- Why?
- Wrong question.

You should be asking who
we were stealing it from.

What's going on?

Did he touch you?

Did you touch her?

It's fine, Bobby. We're good.
He just doesn't like my dancing.

Pay her, then get the hell out.

We cool. Um, she just isn't what
I'm looking for. That's all.

Um, I'll just get something
so I can pay for you.

Here.

Plenty of other girls
you may like more.

You should check them out.

You're not gonna believe this.

So this is the menu you
got from Razzie's, right?

We checked the girls' deets.

All here on student visas,
all legally in the country.

That's the menu
Kim just gave me.

- Different girls, right?
- Last year's menu.

- So why'd she give it to you?
- See, that's what we wondered.

So we ran 'em
through facial rec.

Turns out they
have more in common

than just working at Razzie's.

Every one of them came
over on student visas.

All from Vietnam, all at the
same bogus language school.

So Razzie's trafficking women?

Oh, it gets worse.

Once their visas ran out,

there's no record of
them returning to Vietnam

or even leaving Australia.

They all just vanish
into thin air.

Including her.

Kim's sister, Anh Dang.

We think Kim came to
Australia to find her sister.

So that's who Craig's
been searching

brothels and strip clubs for.

If we wanna find
Rueben's killer,

we gotta find Kim's sister.

And fast. Kim's visa
runs out in a week.

If we don't hurry, she's
in danger of vanishing too.

You've been sending
peas from your warehouse

to an address in Vietnam.

Is that a crime?

It is when what you're
labeling as peas

are actually abalone.

Why would I label
abalone as peas?

I don't know, because

maybe shipping illegally
poached abalone...

Is illegal.

Well, lucky I'm not
doing that, then.

Feb 1st, pea
shipment to Vietnam.

Two weeks later,
six girls arrive.

Oh. September 16th,
another shipment leaves.

Two weeks later, guess
where Kim arrives from.

You know, from
where I'm sitting,

I think you send out
abalone marked as peas

in exchange for women.

You lost me at 'peas', mate.

Which makes you party

to some pretty serious
sex trafficking offenses.

Hey! I don't know anything about
sex trafficking, all right?

So tell us who does.

All the women working for me
were working here legally.

Their visas run out,
I send 'em home.

You lie, Razzie!

Where have you got Anh?

- Who?
- You don't even know her name?

My sister.

One of the women
you have enslaved.

I don't know where
your sister is.

12 out of 12 of your girls
overstayed their visa.

None of them have been seen
since, so you do the math.

I put every girl on a plane,

even got one of my guys to
drop 'em at the airport.

Then explain how none of them
cleared Australian customs?

None of them made it to Vietnam?

If they decide not to get on
a plane, that's not on me.

- Who drives them to the airport?
- What?

You said one of your
guys drives them out.

Bobby.

Which makes Bobby
the last person

to see these women alive.

What have you got?

Found a freezer trailer from
the address Blue gave us.

Get this.

The generator's still on.

Abalone on ice.

That's what it looks like.

We got company.

You better get here. Bouncer
from the club just rocked up.

Bobby's there?

And his offsider too.

Both look to be packing.

- What do you want us to do?
- Keep your heads down.

Wait for us. You, with me, now.

So you knew Razzie was
trading women for abalone?

There were whispers
amongst the girls.

One night, I heard her
talking on the phone

about a deal for the
next group of girls.

I told Craig we should steal it.

To use as leverage
to get Anh back.

Only you couldn't know that
Razzie didn't have your sister.

Only Bobby knew that.

Is that right?

All right, well, the
abalone's all here, man.

Are you gonna tell
Razzie we're good?

Whoa! Hey, whoa, bro, bro!

Mate, there's no need for
that. I'm here, aren't I?

I've kept my end of the deal.

What deal?

Look, I screwed up, all right?

Just... just take the abalone
and you'll never see me again.

That means I'm gonna
have to take your word

you won't go to the cops.

I'm not gonna go
to the cops, man.

Open the freezer door, hm?

Come on.

You killed my best friend,
you son of a bitch!

Federal agent. Drop the weapon.

You heard the man.
Put the gun down.

Hands behind your head.

Look at me!

Don't do this, man.

Come on, Craig.
Put the gun down.

What are you doing, Craig?

He killed Rueben.

The other one held me back

while this bastard beat him
to death in front of me.

Yeah, I know.

And he's gonna go down
for it, I promise.

You gotta let us
do our job, yeah?

You know, Ruebs had nothing
to do with any of this.

Yeah, and it's not gonna
bring him back, mate.

Hey.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Would Rueben want you to
spend the rest of your life

rotting in a prison
cell for this dog?

- Rueben's gone.
- Craig, please.

It's not Razzie who
has Anh. It's Bobby.

If you kill him,

you're killing the only
person who knows where she is.

She's right, mate.

Give me the gun, yeah?

Come on. Hey.

Give me the gun.
Give me the gun.

Get on the ground!

Police!

Don't move! Get on the ground!

All clear.

Anh Dang?

It's okay.

We got you.

Hey, you okay?

I can't... I can't go
out there, okay? It's...

- Oh, come on. Yes, you can.
- No, it's not my birthday.

Well, it could be.
Today could be the day.

I mean, you've got
a 1-in-365 chance.

You're not factoring
in leap years.

Now you're just stalling.

Okay, how about you smuggle
me out of here in a body bag?

Well, I could do that, but
what would I tell everyone?

That I've been
abducted by aliens.

Do you have any intention of
coming back and working here?

Briefly abducted.

Listen, Bluebird,
these people here,

they care about you.

And they want to celebrate you.

But it's not...

And if you... don't
let them do that...

...you are going
to let them down.

I don't wanna do that.

Then go out there and
blow out the damn candles.

Hmm?

- Surprise!
- Oh, wow!

You guys got me.

- I did not see this coming.
- Happy birthday, Blue.

Oh, and a cake that I've
never seen in my life.

This is such a
spontaneous delight.

Oh, why?

Well, because I
broke your other one

when I was saving
Colonel Rankin.

Guys!

- A cake and a present.
- Yep.

Why did... You shouldn't have.

Oh, well.

♪ A white sport coat... ♪

Did I look surprised enough?

Oh! Like a young Audrey Hepburn.

♪ I'm all dressed up...

Listen.

If you do ever
want to talk about

why you don't know
your birth date...

...I'm all ears.

♪ Sport coat ♪

♪ And a pink carnation...

♪ Bom, bom, bom...

All right, I think it's time

we settled this dancing
thing once and for all.

Please. I beg of you, this
is Blue's special day.

- Let's not spoil it.
- Oh, yeah.

I see what's going on.

You know, maybe it's you
who ain't got the moves.

Oh!

- Oh, it's on.
- Uh-uh. Yeah, it's on.

Learn anything new?

Uh, only that Rankin's
an unexpected softy.

Took his kids' teddy bear
with him wherever he went.

- Look.
- ♪ Sports coat

- ♪ And a pink...
- Wow.

- Quite the traveler.
- Yeah.

Then one day, unexpectedly,

the teddy bear comes
home, but Rankin doesn't.

You ever interrogated
a teddy bear?

There's always a first.

♪ Uh! All right...

Oooh!

Yeah, you not ready, baby
girl. Ooh, damn, ooh.

♪ You move to the left

♪ And you go for yourself...

Quick, give me
something to read.

Uh...

The dance floor
beckons, me bosses.

Uh, don't look at me. I
got, uh, two left feet.

Yeah, I'm not much of
a dancer, kiddo, so...

But it's my birthday.

♪ All night...

Hey, you're not getting
out of this. Come on.

- Come on. Come on.
- JD, no, no. JD!

♪ Oh, yes, you do, real nice

♪ And you slide into the limbo

♪ How low can you go?

Know what I said about you
not being able to dance?

Hold the phone, people.

Ha-ha! Evie Cooper's on
the cusp of a compliment.

Oh! Ooh!

It's all relative.

- ♪ Do the Harlem shuffle...
- Ooh!

♪ Hey!

Come on, JD. Get low.

♪ Move to the left Do
the Harlem shuffle... ♪

- Come on, Rosie. Come on.
- Come on, Doc.

♪ Harlem shuffle, baby...

♪ Do it, baby!