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Come on!

Hold! Hold!

You heard the man! Hold 'em up!

Nice and dry
up here, ladies!

Got coffees, burgers, fries!

If you want to quit,

all you gotta do
is ring my bell.

Wanna sleep in
a warm bed tonight?

Have Mommy kiss you goodnight?

You know what you gotta do!

You want out, Austin?

You gonna quit?

No, Chief!

Can't hear you!

Hoo-yah!

No, Chief!

Okay, everybody up!

Up, up, up, up, up!

Onto the beach!

Move it, move it,
move it, move it!

Come on, kid! You got this!

Get up! Get up!

Hey, Austin! Open your eyes!

Austin!

Kid's dead, man.

Hey.

You okay?

The usual?

Yeah.

Peppermint?

Yes, please.

Good morning!

Oh, don't forget to use...

Filtered water. Got it.

I've trained you well.

What are your legs?

Steel springs.

And what are they gonna do?

No idea.

Hurl you down the track!

Right.

How fast you gonna run?

You say, "Fast as a leopard."

Fast as a leopard.

How fast you gonna run?

The hell are you goin' on about?

It's Gallipoli.

It's a film.

Never heard of it.

You are unbelievable, D.

Australia makes films too,
you know.

Oh, duh. Crocodile Dundee.

See, now, that's a fine
Australian flick.

Bet you can't name another.

Crocodile Dundee in L.A.?

Seriously?

The one where our national hero
goes to your home town?

That's the one you remember?

You got a lot of
catching up to do, D.

Starting with Gallipoli.

It's a great film.

A young Mel Gibson is hot.

Right. Now you're gonna
tell me he's Aussie?

Well?

What are you waiting for?

Oh, call me old-fashioned,

but I'm having a little trouble
murdering a kid's teddy bear.

Here.

I'll let you explain that one
to Rankin's daughter.

Bingo.

Maybe he's not quite
the softy after all.

Hey! Think quick!

Ah! No!

- Ooh! Good catch!
- Yes! Great catch!

It's encrypted.

How long to unencrypt it?

How long's a lamb's tail?

Uh, 'two shakes
of a lamb's tail'

or 'how long's
a piece of string'?

- This is Mackey.
- Uh, that depends, doesn't it?

Well, 'piece of string'
if you're not sure,

'lamb's tail' if you're onto it.

- Piece of string.
- Got it.

Evie's claiming
Mel Gibson's Aussie.

Yeah, Aussie as solar panels, mate.

- Yeah.
- Solar panels too?

- Yep.
- Come on, now!

Okay, let's roll.

A former SEAL
just hanged himself

at a wellness retreat.

There's something wrong
with that sentence.

- Yeah.
- You drive. Let's go!

Wolverine.

No way is Wolverine Aussie.

Hugh Jackman is Australian.

- Wolverine's American!
- Wolverine is fiction, D.

- Wh...
- You do know that, right?

Fictional American.

Wait till I tell you
about Thor.

Paintball and boot camp
meets yoga and meditation.

My worst nightmare.

According to the website, it's
run by a husband-and-wife team.

She's an Aussie wellness guru,
he is an ex-Navy SEAL.

Guess he brings the 'brute'.

'Former' Navy SEAL.

Never 'ex'.

Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.

Get the gate, D.

Would you...

Damn, girl!

How... You know,
how old are you?

Oh, it's an oldie but a goodie.

It's a classic Aussie gag.

Really?

Aussies came up with the idea of

driving off as they
get into a car?

It's comic genius.

Thank you. Jealousy's a curse.

Let me guess, you guys
also invented gates, right?

And roads. And cars.

And really bad dad jokes.

So he hanged himself
on the massage table?

Situations like this, we like
to leave the scene preserved.

We have 20 execs from a Big Four
accounting firm staying on site.

I didn't want them
to see him like that.

Was Levinson
staying on site too?

Yeah, he and a bunch
of Finn's SEAL buddies

flew out for his birthday.

It's Levinson's birthday?

Yeah.

Yeah, Pete would have
turned 40 today.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Finn McKay.

I thought you were running
obstacle.

I put Axe and Scalpel onto it.

Mind showing my agents
where you found him?

Boys got in yesterday.

Um, we had some beers.

Couple of rounds of paintball.

More beers around the firepit.

I had an early start, so I hit
the hay before the others.

- What time was that?
- About 11:00.

Levinson seem okay
when you left him?

Yeah. He was messy,
but, hell, we all were.

Been drinking since noon.

You mentioned you might have
seen this coming.

How come?

Occupational hazard,
I guess.

We spend our lives
lying in the dirt

in some ass-backwards country.

No one teaches you
how to come home.

Y'all are Navy SEALs, right?

Uh-huh. You serve?

2nd Battalion, 8th Marines.

Afghanistan, two tours.

America's Battalion. Hoo-yah.

Did y'all serve together?

But we all ended up cycling out
as BUD/S instructors.

- BUD/S?
- SEAL qualification.

Toughest ass-kicking in
any branch in the military,

anywhere in the world.

You speaking from
personal experience?

I had a crack. A long time ago.

We're gonna need
to take statements

from everyone staying here.

Sure thing.

And, uh, we'll need to have

a look at Levinson's phone.

- It wasn't on him.
- It'll be in his room.

Let me guess -
you watched

Demi Moore in G.I. Jane
when you were six

and you knew you wanted
to be a Navy SEAL.

She was Army, not Navy.

You shave your head
like Demi too?

Just concentrate on
finding the phone.

So you gave it a crack?
What happened?

A charger. Boarding passes.

Oof. You fail?

I quit.

You quit?

Why? Steel springs
weren't springy enough?

Somatotropin.

Trenbolone.

Steroids.

Out of place
at a health retreat.

Masking agents too.

Way more than he'd need
for personal use.

Think we found
Levinson's side hustle.

Now, petechiae in his face

suggests death by asphyxiation
caused by... neck compression.

Scratch marks around the neck.

Well, that's him trying to
free himself, is my guess.

So he hangs himself
and has second thoughts?

Oh, mate.
More common that you think.

Oh, hello.

What is it, Doc?

Uh, there's a second
ligature mark.

Now, some form
of fine-diameter cable

has been wrapped around
his neck by...

...the killer.

Wait - he was murdered?

Are we sure about that?

Oh, yeah. Sure as eggs.

Now, I know SEALs are bred
tough, but I cannot imagine

this bloke getting
garroted to death,

then jumping up to hang himself,

no matter how bad a day
he was having.

You know Aussies
are claiming Wolverine?

Let 'em have him, D.

They are a tiny population
on the world's largest island.

They've gotta talk themselves up
somehow.

Yeah, that's right.

We've gotta talk ourselves up

because you guys
claim everything that's ours.

'Cause you think you
invented everything.

Yep.

We're gonna head back with Doc,

see what the autopsy uncovers.

DeShawn, you and Evie stay here
and find out...

Who knew what and when.
Copy that.

Oh, and, um, extra points if you
can rustle up the murder weapon.

Oh, but if anyone asks, we're
still talking suicide, okay?

Don't wanna spook the horses
just yet.

Keeping
that breathing going.

What time are we talking?

Approximately 2245, ma'am.

Call of nature led me to
the amenities block.

On the way back to my bungalow,

I witnessed three men
arguing by the firepit.

Which men?

Hard to say, ma'am.

Shortsighted.

Anything else?

Negative, ma'am.
Nothing else to report.

- Hoo-yah!
- That's it.

- Thanks.
- Okay, everybody.

Mats back up
on the shelves, please.

Some of your clients are
really into the boot camp, huh?

Oh, yeah, it's a point
of difference for us.

So what's next?

Zip line, then we're done.

Hey, uh, while I've got you,

did you notice any non-retreaty
nocturnal goings-on last night?

No, I had an early one.

I had a chamomile tea
and slept like a log.

Hey, uh, you got a minute?

We have a situation.

So the problem
with the light ones is...

Not heavy enough
to go all the way.

What's the plan?

We force her to let go,
then we catch her.

DeShawn, right?

- I'm, uh...
- 'Axeman' Beysdorf.

I know who you are.
Got your book and everything.

I like this guy already.

Grab a corner.

Fall back far as you can.

How's it hanging, Amy?
You okay?

- No!
- Come on, Amy.

You got three Navy SEALs
and a Marine down here

with their reputations on the
line if anything happens to you.

- Looking good, Amy!
- Come on, Ames!

I can't! I'm scared!

That's just adrenaline
getting your body ready

to do what it's gotta do
to get outta this jam.

Okay?

Okay.

- You got this.
- Tight as you can, brother.

So listen to me. You're gonna
hook your legs over the cable.

Like a spider monkey.

That's it. One, two, three. Up!

That's it.

Now unclip yourself.

You're doing great.

Now slowly hold on.

Take your weight.

Good job. Good job.

Okay, on the count of three,
you're gonna release.

Ready? Nice and tight, guys.
Yeah.

One, two, three.

Release!

- Yeah!
- Good job!

Well done.

- Yeah, good work.
- Thank you.

Good job, guys.

Yeah, Pete, he didn't
know what to do after the war.

You gotta find something
to get into mentally.

Otherwise you go crazy,

turn out like Scalpel.

I'm blessed.

If I hadn't met Jane and found
something like this place

to throw myself into...

Well...

Come on, y'all.
Preaching to the choir.

DeShawn knows the score, right?

I remember coming back
from my first tour.

I was so happy to be home,
you know?

But after the dust settles,
you realize

no one has any idea
what you've been through.

There's no right words
to explain it to 'em.

Except your brothers.

Amen to that.

How we all going?

Guys, my partner, Evie Cooper.

Evie, Axeman, Scalpel.

Sorry about your friend.

Appreciate that.

You get everyone's statements?

Yeah. All good.

Injection mark, left elbow.

Site tested positive
for trenbolone.

Which is?

It's like a steroid on steroids.

What? Same as the stash we found
in the fridge?

You think he's a regular user?

- No, unlikely.
- Really?

Because there's no sign of it
in his bloodstream whatsoever.

My guess is he was injected
postmortem.

So someone
wants us to think

that he's using
performance-enhancing drugs.

Why would someone do that?

That's above my pay grade,
I'm afraid.

What's with the bald patch?
Looks like it's been shaved.

Uh, well, it could be some kind
of medical procedure.

An angiogram or an ECG, maybe.

Or a wire.

So I can account for
every number bar one.

And Mr. Levinson has called it
every day for the past month,

sometimes even up to
three times a day.

That's a Washington, D.C.
area code.

He had a stopover there
to Sydney from Dallas.

Why fly to D.C.
on your way to Sydney?

It's in the opposite direction.

Mmm. Let's find out.

Hilary Johnson speaking.

Hey, Hilary.

This is Sergeant Jim Dempsey,
Australian Federal Police.

What can I do for you, Sergeant?

I wanted to talk to you
about Peter Levinson.

Let me take your number

and have someone from my office
call you back.

And what office would that be?

I'm an investigative reporter
with the Times.

So if you send me
your details...

Ms. Johnson, it's
Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

I'd prefer to chat right now,
if that's okay.

What's this regarding, exactly?

It's regarding
Lieutenant Pete Levinson

and the fact you had him
wear a wire.

I actually flew
into Sydney yesterday.

Where are you guys based?

Agent Mackey?
Can I get you some coffee?

We'd rather get down
to business, if that's okay.

How well do you know
Pete Levinson?

I'm writing an exposé
on illicit drug use

amongst SEAL candidates
at BUD/S.

Steroids, right?

What spurred
your interest?

The death of a candidate,
Victor Austin.

His grandmother approached me
with concerns -

well-founded concerns
from what I've seen.

Can I be frank, Ms. Johnson?

I served with SEAL teams.

And to me, they were the epitome
of what it means to serve.

And of the dozens of
SEALs I've interviewed

over the course of
the investigation,

I couldn't agree more.

But in any cohort,
there's a bad apple or two.

And that's what
I'm looking at here.

And Levinson.
He was helping you how?

Levinson was medical officer
at the time of Austin's death.

Levinson is dead.

He was murdered.

By whom?

We're hoping
you could help us with that.

What was Levinson doing
in Sydney?

I can't divulge any more about
my investigation, I'm afraid.

I understand.

We'll get our tech team
to decrypt your recorder, then.

Find out what's on it.

You have the recorder?

How do you think
we knew about the wire?

I'm gonna need that back.

Shoot us
Austin's autopsy.

We'll see what we can do.

You heard JD.

Someone shot up Levinson
postmortem.

Why would anybody do that?

They're setting their mate up
to take the fall.

That is not how these guys roll.

The brotherhood is
everything to them.

Take a look
at Axe and Scalpel.

They're both 40-something
and ripped like a 20-year-old.

What does that tell you?

Tells me that they work out!

You could learn a thing or two.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That'd be our murder weapon, right?

Mmm. Keep looking.

The receiver's gotta be
close by.

Wait, are we sure this thing
was on our person?

You know, some of these things
can work remotely.

Or somebody fished it out.

Still going?

Just dotting 'I's
and crossing 'T's.

Same.

Giving Pete a proper send-off,

getting drunk and shooting
the hell outta something.

Got a TAC-338 with your name
on it if you wanna join us.

Ooh, damn, I would like that,
man, but, uh...

...I better keep dotting
those 'T's with my partner,

if that's okay with y'all.

Okay, brother.

Before you go,

do you guys remember
a BUD/S candidate

by the name of Victor Austin?

Sure. I remember him.

Sad story.

He gave it his all,
and I mean his all.

He died five minutes out
from finishing.

Damn.

What happened?

Kid drowned at my feet.

Didn't realize
till it was too late.

That's on me.

I'm learning to live with that.

When people talk about
watering it down,

easing back on
some of the drills,

but you need to push people
to the edge.

You need people who are prepared

to drown themselves
to save their team.

And that kid,

Victor Austin,
he proved he had it.

BUD/S is crazy tough
for a reason.

No one wants a quitter
by their side

in the middle of a firefight.

Finn said you had
a go at BUD/S, man.

How far you get?

Last day of Hell Week.

Last day?

Hell.

You ring the bell?

Ring-a-ding-ding?

Gave it my best shot.

Let's just say my best
wasn't good enough.

No need to explain, man.

Plenty of good men
end up ringing it.

Plenty of wusses too.

We're just breaking your balls,
man. We good?

All good.

You guys are mean.

Bingo.

- Yo, Rosie.
- What?

Need another autopsy.

Well, mate, you've come
to the right place!

- Great!
- Where's the body?

Six feet under, in Maryland.

Uh, that's challenging,
even for me.

Yeah. I need you to go over it,
see if it tracks.

What, you want me to autopsy
an autopsy?

A redacted autopsy, what's more!

Yep.

You're gonna need Blue's help
with that, aren't you?

How very dare you, sir!

Hey, Bluebird! In here, please.

So Austin drowned at
Coronado Beach four years ago.

This guy on your slab
participated in that autopsy.

So, uh, tick-tock, Doc.

- Hi.
- Hello!

Hey, can you, uh, wave your
magic wand over that, please,

and see what you can see?

Rupert that.

And then can you
contact the lad's family

and see if they can send us
his, uh, medical records?

Is there a problem?

No. No problem.

I'll text them right away.

You don't text the family
about their dead son.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Sorry, you're right. 100%.
I'll email them.

Ooh. We're better than that,
Bluebird, hmm?

No! Rosie, please don't
make me 20th-century them.

It's the least we can do.

Don't pick up,
don't pick up, don't pick up...

You've reached
the Austin home.

Please leave a message.

Hi. This is Bluebird Gleeson
from NCIS Sydney.

Could you please send over
Victor's medical records?

I will email you the address
to send them to.

Thank you so much. 'Bye!

Didn't answer.

Left a message.

I mean,

if a phone rings in the forest

and no one's around to hear it,

did it even ring?

My nan used to
keep chooks.

Scared the crap out of me.
Always trying to peck my toes.

Ooh. What happened?

Oh, it's a burn injury.

Ooh, nasty!

It's melted cheese from
a jaffle iron last night.

Midnight cravings.

Midnight?

I thought you slept through.

Oh! Pregnancy brain.
I did get up for a bit.

- For your midnight feast?
- Yeah, that's right.

Why are you lying to us?

Excuse me?

Proprietor of a wellness retreat
mixed up in

the murder of a US Navy SEAL.

It's not a good look, I imagine.

My partner
right there, Jane?

You know, that why you
giving us the runaround?

Protecting your business?

Or is it protecting
your husband?

None of this has anything
to do with Finn.

Where's the receiver, Jane?

We know someone fished it
out of the firepit.

My money's on you.

I was worried it was gonna
implicate Finn.

How?

For that kid dying on the beach
during Hell Week.

Finn's job was to push those
recruits to their limits.

It wasn't his fault
the kid drowned.

Now some journo's been
sniffing around for a story

to crucify him for it.

That's not right.

He was just doing his job.

Take us through what you saw.

Hard to make out
exactly what was happening,

but they were arguing.

Who?

Axeman, Scalpel, Pete.

Not your husband?

No, Finn was in bed,
fast asleep.

- So they argued, then...
- Then there was a struggle.

Then one of them threw
something into the fire.

Then they all got up and left.

I went down to the fire
and... drew it out.

The receiver, please, Jane.

You'll find it under Joycey.

Joycey?

My hero!

The receiver's casing
is damaged,

but the SD card is still intact.

Some kind of data protection
on it.

Call us when you got it.

Am I missing something?

I thought this was
about steroids.

But the wife thinks it's about
a kid drowning at BUD/S.

I mean, which way is up here?

You going somewhere, fellas?

Got a plane to catch.

Managed to change our flights.

That's a shame.

We're gonna need you to stick
around a little longer.

Nah, gotta keep moving.

Go see Pete's folks.

Important we're there for that.

Real nice to meet y'all.

My partner's right.

Afraid you guys can't leave

until we complete
our investigation.

Best book a later flight.

All those other guys left.

Something I'm not getting here?

What's going on, brother?

Just dotting those 'T's, bro.

Damn paperwork, huh?

Sure, man. Whatever.

One more day in paradise.

No hard stretch.

Think maybe we can
get some chow?

Yeah. I'll see
what I can rustle up.

We'll be in our cabins.

Come on, Scalp.

Victor never
touched drugs growing up.

Kids at college
were doing steroids,

he'd call 'em out.

He wanted to make it
through BUD/S so bad

that second time.

I saw how he was changing.

Body all beefed up.

He'd get into rages,
even with me.

Never did that before.

I'm sorry. That must have been
really hard.

It's been real nice talking
with you, Ms. Gleeson,

but I think I need to go now.

It's been an honor, ma'am.

And, um, if I can play
just a small part

in bringing justice for Victor,
then...

I don't doubt you will.

Sending them now.

Goodbye and God bless.

God bless.

The image on the left
shows Mr. Austin

12 months out from BUD/S.

The image on the right
was from the autopsy report.

I will now hand you over
to my esteemed colleague.

Right, good. Thank you, I guess.

Uh, well, prior to BUD/S,
Austin was in rude good health.

Low BMI, a resting heart rate
of 45bpm.

Lung capacity was
120% of predicted...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
For... for the dummies, Rosie.

He was a beast.

90 kilograms, 6% body fat.

He would have made
a very handy back-rower.

In fact, he reminded me of
myself in my younger days.

Although I doubt whether he had
the ability to palm with both...

Anyway, at autopsy,

he had a 32% gain in muscle mass

and biggest change
was in his heart,

which increased in size by 28%.

What's the shadowing
around his lungs?

That's pulmonary edema

caused by a massive
heart attack.

Muscle stopped pumping,
fluid backed up.

So he didn't drown?

Well, he did, but, uh,

in his own fluids.

So he was abusing steroids?

I mean, how... how was that
not picked up?

Because his bloods were
tampered with postmortem.

That's a big call.

Hope you can back it up.

Oh, you know,
I'm an esteemed colleague.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I can.

The bloods taken at his autopsy

indicated the boy
had rare markers

for Ashkenazi blood,

which is common in people
with Polish Jewish heritage,

but incredibly rare for
the rest of the population,

and also inconsistent

with the medical records

we received from
Austin's grandmother.

So some guy swapped out
his bloods?

Not some guy.

This guy.

Levinson has Ashkenazi markers
in his blood?

Correct.

And he was part
of the medical team

present at Austin's autopsy.

Anyone asks, no comment.

It's four years ago, man.
Ancient history.

Come on, man, you
know what journalists are like.

She's gonna keep badgering me
till she gets her story.

Wait, you talked to her?

Nah, bro.

She just keeps leaving messages.
Dog with a bone.

- So ignore them.
- Not that easy.

I'm the one who switched out

my bloods, remember?

Why you even saying that?

There's gonna be
an investigation

and it's my ass on the line.

You're the one who asked me
to switch the bloods.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Do me a favor, man.

Lift your shirt up.

What the hell, Axe?

- Lift up your shirt!
- Get your hands off me!

- What the hell is this?
- Get your hands off me!

- What the hell is this?
- Axe...

I thought we were brothers!

Come on, man! No! No!

- Let go!
- No! Axe!

I've heard enough.

DeShawn?
It's Scalpel and Axeman.

I need you and Evie
to leave now.

We'll get a tactical team
en route.

Copy that, boss.

We'll be back in time
for Evie's swim meet.

Hey, hey.
What the hell's going on?

Scalp and I got a problem.

Which means you got
a problem too, buddy.

Moment of truth, brother.

Are you gonna fall in?

Bro, please.

You don't wanna do this, man.

Everything you got going on
here, you lose it all.

These guys aren't your friends.

They lied to you.

Austin didn't drown.

His heart exploded on account of

all the steroids
he'd been taking -

drugs supplied by
those two guys.

Levinson swapped out his bloods.

That's what this investigation
is all about.

It's not about
some kid drowning.

It's about Axe and Scalpel
pushing roids.

They've been lying to you
this whole time.

They killed Levinson
to cover this all up.

Please, man,
you gotta believe me.

No time like the present, bro.

Get out.

Let's go. Move it.

You heard him!

Hey, I hope
you've got a plan,

'cause this is gonna
seriously suck.

How'd that
Gallipoli movie end up?

The guy with the steel springs
for legs, what happened to him?

He got the call to go over the
top and storm the Turkish lines.

Okay. And what happens
when he makes it back?

He doesn't. He gets mowed down
by the Turkish machine guns.

- What kind of movie is that?!
- I don't know!

- It's about sacrifice.
- And now you tell me?!

Stop.

That's far enough.

On your knees.

Turn around and face 'em.

Turn around

and get on your knees.

Or what, you'll shoot us?

What's the matter, Axeman?

You can't shoot us facing you?

Gotta shoot us in the back?

Yeah, real tough guys.

Says the guy who rang the bell.

Was probably
all hopped up on drugs.

Only way he could
make it through.

Cowards, the lot of them.

Hey, Axeman.

What do you say we, uh,
even the odds, huh?

Give 'em a fighting chance.

Screw that.

Hey, it'll make it
more fun for us.

Hell... why not?

We're gonna play
a game of hide-and-shoot.

I'mma count to 20.

You're gonna let us run and
then you're gonna hunt us down?

What is this, The Hunger Games?

Give 'em your gun.

Now, you got
a couple of .45s.

14 rounds between you.

Should make it more fair.

Game on.

One.

Grab it.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Nineteen.

Twenty.

Coming, ready or not!

That song always got me
up on the dance floor.

- Now they've killed it.
- Evie, shh!

No, you need to hear this.

What are you doing?!

I've fired plenty of guns.

Good shot too.

But I've never fired my gun
at a live person before.

You get a shot, you take it.

Okay.

- Come here.
- Yeah, nah.

This is life or death.

Listen, if I'm gonna die,

it's not gonna be
with mud on my face.

- Okay?
- Suit yourself.

We need to find a way
to circle back to the retreat,

call for help.

What are my legs?

What?

Steel springs, D! Steel springs.

- Where are they?
- Uh, beyond the ridge.

Take the quad.

Let's go.

One, two, three, four.

All right, fastest way
back to the retreat. Okay.

Here.

Oh, hell, no!

Why not? You draw their fire.

I'll come round
and hit their flank.

Why don't you get on the zip
line and I take their flank?

'Cause you've never shot nobody

and don't have
tactical experience.

Come on, Evie.

Give me a head start
so I can get in position.

And, remember,
conserve your ammo.

- Okay.
- All right?

See, this is why
I don't do wellness retreats.

Ain't nothin' to it
but to do it.

Drop it.

Drop the rifle now.

Drop it!

Hey, hey. Get going.

I'll handle Axeman.

Watch out!

Evie! Get him to cover!

No, leave!

That's not
how we roll, bro.

Here!

Take it!

- Evie, take him to cover now!
- Come on.

Get back!

Oh, for real.

D?

Evie.

All right, look.

I've got three rounds left.

- You?
- That's three more than me.

Damn it! What did I tell you
about conserving ammo?

Let's even the odds a bit.

Here. Put this on.

- Here.
- All right. Let's go.

Double tap, center mass.

Go, go!

Evie, shoot.

Hey, Axeman!

Get on the floor!

Oh, my God. D? D?

Oh, my God.

You're okay? You're okay?

Appreciate y'all
coming back for me.

That's all him.

I was more than happy
to leave you there.

I've never seen anyone go
the distance with the Axeman.

You may not have finished BUD/S,

but far as I can see,

you got the heart of a SEAL.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What'd he say?

He said you fight like a seal!

What have you got?

Hydrogen bomb.

What have you got?

Chicken salt.

What the hell is chicken salt?

Hmm, no one really knows,
but it is delicious on chips

and a 100% Australian
invention, so...

- Get the gate, JD.
- Okay.

Cool.

Yeah, like I didn't
see this coming.

Okay, I'm playing, I'm playing.
Come on. Come on.

Come on, get in.