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Answer the damn phone.

Mean anything to you?

Rankin wanted to tell us
something before he collapsed.

The pacemaker's failure

may have caused
the heart attack.

They made him do
things, didn't they?

We found a listening device
inside the pacemaker.

Bingo.

I just cracked
Rankin's encryption.

Mango madness,

where the heat gets
under your skin.

Ordnance was inert.

Except for the grenade
that killed Garcia.

Maria Soares? Special
Agent Jackson, NCIS.

- Did Garcia have any enemies?
- No. Everyone loved David.

I haven't seen you for six years

and you stand me up at the
Darwin Trailer Boat Club?

Can you forgive me?
I'll make it up to you.

- Show him your scar.
- Oh!

I stitched her up while we
waited for the exfil team.

With mint-flavored dental floss.

I put in a call to a fixer
I work with in Sumatra.

And the word is that
US military hardware

has been found in the hands

of a local Mujahideen group.

Looks like we just found where
Garcia picked up his extra cash.

Stealing ordnance he was
in charge of destroying.

Someone must have
swapped out the contents.

- What's supposed to be in it?
- A Stinger.

As in a Stinger missile.

Where's the Stinger?

Bad news for any VIPs
arriving by plane

for the Feb 19 commemoration.

Which is all of them.

Colonel Rankin, ja?

Howzit?

What?

Who are you?

I think you know who I am.

How you feeling?

It hurts, huh?

Shame.

The anesthetic's wearing off.

Go to the mirror if you can.

Left chest.

You see, Colonel, the
problem with hunting bad guys

is that if you don't find them,

sometimes they find you.

Arggh!

Now, this is either a very
bad case of buyer's remorse

or whoever it was on the
other end of the transaction

never intended to pay up.

Jensen comes to
collect a missile,

catches three bullets instead.

Two bullets
to the heart and a head shot.

Now, if I were a betting
man, which of course I am,

I'd say this isn't the
shooter's first rodeo.

And I'd say the shooter
and Jensen knew each other.

- Mm?
- Powder burn. Point blank.

There is no way I'm
letting an arms dealer

anywhere near me unless
we're friends or associates.

Oi.

These look like boat
drag marks to you?

Or a very big salty.

Well, the tide's coming
in. It's got to be fresh.

Let's pull whatever
sat footage we can,

see if we can track that son
of a bitch once he left here.

It's a vast coastline

with very few
people to defend it.

So in the event of an invasion
through the Top End...

Your northern security strategy

for a possible foreign incursion

is... a cordless drill?

One per household.

See, we tell everyone to go out

and take down the
"no swimming" signs.

So between the crocs
and the Irukandji

and the box jellyfish,

whoever's inbound
won't stand a chance.

I'll be sure to mention
it to my colleagues.

Happy to help.

Mackey, Sergeant Dempsey.

SECNAV's been briefed
on the missing SAM.

Suffice to say, we have
everyone's full attention.

- So how's it being done?
- How's what being done?

Postponing an event the
size of February 19th

is gonna be a
logistical nightmare.

No one's postponing anything.

Feb 19 commemorates
the bombing of Darwin,

one of the first moments
in the Pacific War

where the US and
Australian forces

fought together.

The symbolism is potent.

Yeah, you know what
else is potent?

A missile wiping out a
plane full of dignitaries.

You want the world
to wake up to that?

I do not, Sergeant,

but our shared history is clear.

We do not shirk a fight.

No one's suggesting we do, sir.

But there will be
veterans, schoolkids.

This could be the largest terror
attack on Australian soil,

streamed real-time
across the world.

No, it won't, because NCIS will
recover the missile before then.

You know what?

Get your boy in
line, Agent Mackey.

Rear Admiral Olsen
arrives at 1700.

And with the current
threat level,

you're his protection detail
for the commemoration.

- You all right?
- Not really.

Look, this is happening, okay?

We are on PSD as
of this evening,

so any ideas, time
to spit 'em out.

Etienne's fixer in Sumatra.

He knows who was selling
the missile, right?

- Maybe he knows the buyer too.
- How are we gonna find that out?

The hell is everyone?

A few hours ago, we
found stolen weapons

in a Humanicore
shipping container.

Now we're strolling
in unchallenged.

You heard Etienne.

Smaller NGOs spend the bulk
of their resources on aid.

There's not much
left for security.

It makes for a
vicious circle, huh?

Spend all your resources
helping people,

but in turn you open the
door for scum like Jensen

to smuggle weapons,

weapons which create the chaos
that you're trying to fix.

Round and round it goes.

So arms trafficking is the
fault of aid organizations now?

- Good to know.
- I'm just saying.

It's ironic that something
that's trying so hard

to be the solution might
be part of the problem too.

Just so I'm clear, are you
anti-NGOs or just anti-Etienne?

I'm gonna assume that's
not a serious question.

Yeah, I can't feel
any fractures.

A few loose teeth, maybe,
but you, my friend,

will be back on the
baguettes before you know it.

Merci, Doctor.

Good man.

How is he?

Well, whoever attacked that
bloke knew what they were doing.

- Maximum pain, minimal damage.
- Hm.

And it could have gone all day
if you two hadn't rocked up.

Hey.

How you holding up?

Nothing another bottle of
champagne wouldn't fix.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Hm.

Did you get a look
at whoever did it?

Uh-uh.

I was checking the manifest

when I got jumped from behind.

I came to with a
bag over my head

and a man pouring
water all over my face.

What did he want?

He was delivering a message.

What message was that?

To stop helping the
Australian law enforcement

in the Indo-Pacific.

I gave you a name, huh?

I gave you a name on the proviso
that my own would be kept out.

That was your promise, no?

The situation has
escalated, okay?

We may be staring
down the barrel

of a major terrorism event.

We need your help in
tracking down the fixer.

Look, I risked my mission.

I went against all my instincts
when I decided to help you.

I'm not going to make
that mistake again, huh?

- Please...
- No, Michelle! J'suis désolé.

I was confirming a lead.

You were compromising a
source behind my back.

Did you mention Etienne by name?

I get intel from an unvetted
source, I'm gonna chase it up.

Your "unvetted source"
happens to be a friend, okay?

- You can trust him.
- No, no, no. No.

You can trust him. I don't
have that luxury, okay?

You may not like the guy,

but he helped us and got
tortured for his trouble.

Yeah, see, I disagree.

Pros don't waste time hurting
people who can't hurt them.

They tortured him

because someone's worried
about what he knows.

Knows about what?

The Stinger?

You tell me.

Mackey. What is it?

What's NDIS
snooping round for anyway?

NCIS.

We're looking for
an orange speedboat

that left East Arm
earlier this morning.

No orange speedboats here.

Can't help youse.

What about that one?

- How'd you...
- Ah, see?

We got all the toys.

That's not cool, mate.

Lot of people prefer my joint

on account of it
being a little less...

Legal?

Popular! I'm known
for being discreet.

If you know what I'm saying.

And I'm known for impounding
anything without proper papers.

If you know what I'm saying.

There you go, one
orange speedboat.

Don't suppose there's
a finder's fee.

Shut up and pause it there.

Should be
coming through now, boss.

Are you sure that's our shooter?

Look, I'd
put money on it.

We tracked the speedboat
leaving Angus's house

until the clouds rolled
in and then we lost eyes.

Two hours
later, sky clears

and he's pulling
up at the marina.

Any idea what he
did in the missing two hours?

Stashed the missile, I guess.

It wasn't on the boat
when he pulled up.

Good work.

They've got a lead on
Angus and Jensen's killer.

- They find the Stinger?
- Mm-mm.

You think maybe
that says 'Petre'?

I think we showed it to
the best graphologists

the FBI has to offer

and they were all inconclusive.

So it could say 'Petre'.

Sure.

Or it could say 'pizza'
or 'Putin' or 'Panda'.

Why are we suddenly
back on the Rankin case?

'Cause maybe it's the same case.

Petre was the name

of the Humanicore freighter
we just came from.

Come on, you're reaching.

The Petre was used to try and
smuggle M16s to Timor-Leste,

the same place Rankin's
pacemaker was stolen.

We're hunting this guy

while trying to recapture
a stolen missile

and solve a double homicide.

Rankin can't help
with any of that.

- Maybe he can ID the shooter.
- How? He's in a coma.

- Then we wake him.
- We've been there.

That is not our call.

You're right.

It's not.

I wouldn't ask if
there were another way.

I need time to think.

We don't have that luxury. I'm
afraid we need to move now.

Richard's neurologist was clear.

Flooding his nervous system
with a stimulant could kill him.

You're absolutely right.

But doing nothing could
kill hundreds more.

Natalie, your husband
spent his entire career

risking his life for others.

Just ask yourself
what Richard would do

and do that.

100 mils of
pseudoephedrine, Doctor.

So far, so good.

The heart's overstimulated.

- Pulse?
- Irregular, Doctor.

Get 300
mils of amiodarone

into the heart to stabilize.

He's becoming tachycardic.

Starting him on
300mg of amiodarone

to increase vasodilation.

ST segment is erratic
and falling fast.

We need to
stabilize him stat.

How much on the lidocaine?

78mg.

Going into VF. I've
lost his pulse.

He's crashing. Defib now.

Going into arrest. Code blue!

Pushing lidocaine.

Evie, check it out.

Think we should tell 'em?

After you, partner.

What do you think's going on?

Looks like they might
have killed Rankin.

Bummer.

Should we...

Do we have to?

Sorry to interrupt.

- We can come back later.
- No. It's fine.

What is it?

So, we dug deeper into
the satellite imagery.

There's a moment where
the cloud cover thins.

It's not super clear, but
it could be something.

- Anything nearby?
- Only this.

Riverside Industrial Park.

It's riddled with asbestos,
condemned for years.

What do you all think -

sort of place someone
might stash a Stinger?

Mm.

You just couldn't let a man
rest in peace, could you?

Welcome back, Colonel.
How are you feeling?

Like Lazarus.

He insisted, but the
Colonel's in no state to talk.

The hell he's not!

What is it?

Okay, we found your thumb
drive, cracked the encryption.

They're shell companies, right?

I was tracking an arms smuggler,

followed the money trail.

Got... a tip-off

to meet an... NGO fixer guy.

What guy? Where?

Dili Harbor.

Last thing I remember

there was a...

..a cargo ship.

The, um...

The Petre, right?

Yeah.

Woke up in a hotel room with
a pacemaker I did not need.

Phone call. South African.

- Tracked for months.
- This guy.

What's his name?

Never figured that out.

What's his deal, then?

Shipping weapons to poor
people who can't afford them.

What kind of business
deal is that?

It's like he's more
into chaos than profit.

Wherever those weapons
went, things fell apart.

I'm sorry, you'll have
to pick this up later.

What's his name,
what's his game?

Let's find out.

We've got protection detail
on the Admiral in an hour.

So we split up.

Okay, DeShawn with JD,

Evie, you and me
got the Admiral.

Frock up. It's black-tie.

Coming, Sarge?

You know I wouldn't ask
if there was another way.

I need everything you have
on your Sumatran fixer.

Do you know the
biggest killer of poor people

in the world?

Hunger? Malaria?

Red tape.

Humans, they have this,
uh... this uncanny ability

to make helping others more
difficult than it need be.

Men like my fixer,
for better or worse,

he cuts through the red tape.

An American was
tracking an arms dealer

until nine months ago,

when he met some fixer in Dili.

The next morning,
the American awoke

with a pacemaker inside him.

There's a good chance
the fixer's your guy.

No, it's impossible.

What is it?

Nine months ago,

our aid was being denied
in a gang-controlled area.

And my people, they
were stuck in Dili.

They were unable to
offload supplies.

So one of your ships
was there at the time?

Mm, the Petre, I believe. Hm.

I sent my fixer to cut a deal.

Is this him?

He insisted we never meet and
we only ever spoke on the phone.

Was there anything
distinctive about his voice?

He had an accent.

South African.

This guy is about to unleash
three shades of hell.

If there's anything you can tell
me about him, anything at all,

you could be saving
thousands of innocent lives.

His name, it's Hansie Dekker.

All right, move in.

Summer
camp for terrorists.

Seems our South African lone
wolf is hunting with a pack.

Get ready to be happy, Sarge.

The missing missile.

That look like a Stinger to you?

Admiral, welcome back.

Minister.

I must say I preferred
our last meeting.

Talisman Sabre, if
I'm not mistaken.

The good old days,

when we knew where
all our missiles were.

Excuse me.

John.

We really need to stop meeting
like this. Any updates?

You'll be the first
to know, ma'am.

Evie.

Close in on the Admiral.

Copy.

What have you got?

- Found the SAM.
- You're kidding.

That's amazing!

- That is amazing, right?
- It feels too easy.

Someone goes to all that trouble

just to leave it with
some East Timorese kid?

Wait, Hansie's not acting alone?

That doesn't make sense.

There's a dozen bed rolls here.

Looks like the kid's
part of a cell.

- What's he saying?
- Not much at the moment.

- Call me back when he is.
- All right.

Doc, you doing anything?

Uh, mate, I am, as
a matter of fact.

I need your help.

Does it involve a dead body?

- A receipt, actually.
- Why, what?

Did the receipt die in
suspicious circumstances?

Look, I'm serious.

I need you to go to the address
and find out what it was for.

Oh, come on, mate,
can't you call them?

They're not picking up

and I got my hands full here.

- So have I, for God's sake.
- Doc.

Please.

Oh, all right.

Here, Bluebird.

- What? No, no!
- Take it!

- Give him hell, kid!
- What? No, no!

No, please!

Oh. Ooh! Help! Here!

Here.

Hit came back on Hansie Dekker.

Former South African
Special Forces,

now subject of an
Interpol Red Notice.

Wanted for war crimes in
Somalia, Mozambique and Angola.

Not for long.

JD's found the Stinger.

Rosie, how'd you go?

Well, you may
be surprised to find

that paisley lining is
still a thing in Darwin.

Or maybe not.

Anything that might
actually help the case?

Uh, well, the receipt was
for suit hire, 10 tuxedos.

- Tuxedos?
- What is it?

Got it. Thanks, JD.

- Evie, phase two. Stand by.
- Copy.

Admiral, a call from your
wife. It's about the drapes.

Excuse me.

- Threat level?
- Red.

We're looking for
military-age males,

tuxes, East Timorese descent.

The waiters.

We're gonna head to the
car. On my mark. Now.

Go, go, go. Go, go, go.

This way.

In here.

- Are you okay, sir?
- Who are these people?

- I'm working on that.
- Evie, status.

Evie.

The restaurant's been secured.

No casualty count yet.

What? What about the attackers?

They escaped.

Once they had Quinn and
Evie, they retreated.

Well, Quinn must
have been the target.

What do they want with the
Australian foreign minster?

Cops just found Quinn's car,

dumped 200 meters
from Dudley Point.

Means they're traveling by boat.

- Back to East Timor?!
- No.

Security perimeters out of
Darwin, they're too tight.

Whatever they're planning,
it's going down here.

I don't know where
they're taking them.

My job was to watch the base.

Doesn't make you any
less of a terrorist.

- We are not terrorists.
- No? What are you, then?

- We are freedom fighters.
- Freedom from what?

Timor-Leste gained
their independence

two decades ago.

Yeah, from Indonesia.

We used to be
oppressed by our enemy.

Now it's by our
so-called friends.

So all this is about
revenge on Australia, is it?

It's about self-determination.

It's about my
brothers, my sisters.

What you stole from us!

Okay.

And that justifies
killing people?

- We don't kill.
- Oh, really?

'Cause that
anti-aircraft missile

that we found in your clubhouse

might tell a different story.

Missile?

What missile?

Keep moving. Move!

My team will be
scanning for mobile signals.

Any one of these heroes
so much as swipes right,

they'll know.

No talking.

Maria.

They just located
the real waiters

and Quinn's security detail.

- Body count?
- Zero.

Across the board,
barely a scratch.

How is that possible? They were
firing M16s into the crowd.

Because they were firing blanks.

- You're kidding.
- Nope.

Hansie kills two
people in cold blood

and these guys run blanks?

We sure they're
working together?

No, not together.

They're being played.

They just don't know it yet.

You think because
your mates used blanks

it changes anything, Carlos?

I told you, we don't
want to hurt anyone.

We just want to be heard.

Well, you can't
have it both ways.

When Hansie Dekker does your
PR, that's what you get.

See that? Your
partner's a murderer.

Which makes you one too.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, he believes in
us. He helps us.

No, he used you to
deliver him three things -

the Foreign Minister,
a global audience

and a patsy.

- What's a patsy?
- You are, mate.

Nobody walks away from this,
Carlos, you understand me?

My people die, your people die.

And right now, the only
person that can help save them

is you.

So you tell me where they are.

Is this what Garcia died for?

All wars have casualties.

What about Angus?

He hid the missile
for you, didn't he?

And this is how you repay him.

- That's enough.
- Angus died for you.

- Not this.
- I said enough!

We've prepared a statement

on behalf of the
Australian Government

to the people of Timor-Leste.

It's time Australia
admits to the world

what they've done,

how they stole our gas, our oil,

our sovereign wealth!

- This is not the answer.
- That's not for you to say.

What good is this gonna do?

I have no voice,

but when the Australian
Foreign Minister speaks,

people listen.

Maria, please,

you don't have to do this.

Actually, she does.

What are you doing here?

Little thing called quality
control.

Huh.

I must have missed the memo.

I don't do blanks.

Now, who's ready to
betray their country?

- I won't betray my country.
- Why not?

You already betrayed theirs.

These people
have no money.

What's in this for you?

Let's just say I like the chaos.

Where's the profit in that?

You'd be surprised.

I tell you what,

you read this live on air...

..and I'll let you both
walk right out that door.

Why would I do anything you say?

Because if you don't...

..I will personally
remove your head

from your neck.

Do what he says.

- What?
- The statement.

Just read it.

No.

What other
choice is there?

I mean, it's the
truth, isn't it?

These are allegations against
a previous administration.

Enough with the politics.
Do you want to die?

No? Then read it.

Slowly.

So that everyone can understand.

..then in... 2004,

illegally bugged the offices

of the Prime Minister
of Timor-Leste

to gain an unfair...

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Well...

You leave me no
choice, Minister.

Federal agents! Drop the knife!

He's on the move!

- You good?
- Yeah.

You need to work on
your stealth, though.

I saw you coming
from a mile away.

We're mid-rescue and
you're giving me notes?

Oh, come on!

You okay, Minister?

I'm fine, thanks
to Ms. Cooper here.

- Okay, you two clean up. JD?
- No way, boss.

I'm with you.

I want this guy.

Let's roll.

I'll take care
of the Minister.

Plan B?

Yeah.

Come on!

He's faster than us!

Take the shot!

Hold on!

Take the shot!

There she is.

NCIS's very own Annie Oakley.

Heard you made quite
a shot, cowgirl.

- You good?
- Yeah.

24 hours ago, most people
hadn't even heard of East Timor,

now they're headline news.

Maria got her message
out there after all.

- What's this?
- Croc burger.

You do realize I just saw a
man get eaten by a croc, right?

Yeah, see, now man bites back.

Circle of life.

Oh, thank you.

Unh...

Ooh.

Eugh.

What the hell is this?

Bluebird!

You care to explain this?

Ha!

That's the fish that you
were trying to catch.

I can see that. With my new rod.

Well, your new lucky
rod, am I right?

Oh!

Fair dinkum.

Okay, great.

That was the armory.

You wouldn't believe it.

The Stinger was inert.

You're kidding.

So, what, it's already
been decommissioned?

They're checking, but either way
there are no explosives in it,

so it was about as dangerous

as the blanks they
were shooting.

Darwin, am I right?

- Where's the fire?
- We're wheels up at 2200.

Want to make the most of
my last night in town.

All right. Fair enough.

Don't forget to
clean up the board.

I was wondering if
it was my turn to be stood up.

We're
packing up the office.

We fly out tonight.

Ah, well, that answers
my next question, then.

Not for a little while yet.

What are we drinking?

No way.

You're kidding me.

I was wondering
if you'd remember.

Trust me, someone sterilizes
an open field wound

with expensive French
cognac, you remember.

Perhaps it's a sign.

Mm.

Everything okay?

Yes, uh, my
partner. Dog with a bone.

It's a good
quality for a policeman, no?

Yeah, if
you can turn it off.

What the hell is that?

This is what 28 shell companies

in 14 different tax
havens looks like.

It's everything from
Rankin's thumb drive.

Looks like a lot of work to me.

It's a small price to pay

to conceal $1.7 billion.

What's he stand to gain?

I don't understand.

How does Hansie turn this...

..into that?

He doesn't. Not on
his own, anyway.

Sorry, do you mind?
It's the office.

Yes, of course. Please.

Hey.

Okay.

Thanks, partner.

Another?

Might as well pour it out.

You're a long time dead.

Here's to you, Etienne.

And your $1.7 billion.

Excuse me?

Uncanny, huh?

Like a signature.

What now?

I suppose I show you mine.

You must know by now that
the missiles you found

had the explosives removed, yes?

I wonder where they could be.

A lot of VIP planes
flying out tonight.

- Why?
- Because...

..chaos is good for business.

So you and Hansie staged your
torture to give you cover.

Hansie provided the chaos,
you provided the order.

Cause and effect,
problem and solution.

Disease and cure.

He ravaged communities

and you took the
international aid contracts

and built them back
up again for a price.

The price of chaos.

So, what now?

Move, move,
move! Out of the way!

Out of the way!
Move, move, move!

Mackey!

Mackey!

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, hey.

Are you hit? Are you hit? Hey!

Look at me. Mackey, are you hit?

Hey, Mackey, look
at me, look at me.

Hey.

I just don't understand, okay?

We found the Stinger
and the explosives.

It's a good news day.

Blue, nobody wants to hear about

how we pulled two pounds of
high explosives off a plane

while they're on a plane.

I just thought people
would be interested.

Sure, if those people
aren't also on a plane.

Is it just me or does everyone
need to lighten up a little bit?

I think it's just
you, baby girl.

No, I'm with Bluebird.
Snowflakes, the lot of them.

- Attention all passengers...
- See ya.

Bye.

So where are you headed?

Uh, back to mine

for the world's longest bath.

See if I can't
wash Darwin off me.

I hear you on that.

See you Monday?

Yeah, see you then.

Oof! Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

- You...
- Later, skater!

Coogee, please, driver.

Been looking for you.