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Previously on NCIS: Sydney...

Special Agent Mackey? Colonel Richard Rankin.

- Heard great things. - And you're already lying to me.

Not a good start, Colonel.

We need to get her help quick.

- I need a doctor! - You need a lawyer.

What should we call you?

My name is Ana Niemus.

Your guest is of extreme importance

to the US intelligence community.

If you want to disappear,

you have to have your hands tied.

Jack!

Whoa, whoa, hey. What do you mean, they took Jack?

Where the hell's my son?

She's important enough for someone

to kidnap a 9-year-old boy...

Yeah, my 9-year-old boy!

And this guy? He's not planning on rescuing you.

He's planning on killing you.

His name is Yaroslav.

Each of them discovered dead

with a painted conifer in their hands.

Turns out it's an obscure pagan tradition

within the Russian Orthodox Church.

Dad, that you?

I'm sure your team will arrive soon enough.

And if they don't, phone a friend.

You might be surprised who answers.

You gonna get that, Colonel?

I think it fair to say that given the choice

between fight and flight,

most of us will run from danger.

It's the rare few who run towards it.

But when you volunteer to defend the nation against all enemies,

foreign and domestic,

that's the deal you make.

To place duty above family...

...hardship above comfort.

Tragically, for some,

it means paying the ultimate price.

Don't make me ask again, Colonel.

Answer the damn phone.

JD, we clear?

That's not supposed to happen, is it?

- Get up! - Mackey.

Get up, now.

On your feet.

Now, Colonel!

Oh, shit.

Lidocaine syringe in my kit and call paramedics!

Come on, you're not buying this, are you? He's faking!

It's very hard to make your heart stop beating

if it doesn't want to.

Hey, it's me.

Mackey? What?

I don't under...

You just called Rankin's phone.

Mackey, why did my son's kidnapper

have Rankin's number in his phone?

I don't know, but we're gonna find out.

I got this. Call you later.

There you are, boy.

- Come on. - You back with us, Colonel?

You... you have to help me...

Once you tell me why your number's

on a Russian assassin's phone.

My kids...

W-what's happening?

Well, his heart rate's gone from zero to 200bpm

in a matter of seconds.

Adverse reaction to the lidocaine?

- It's that bloody thing there. - Pacemaker?

- Pacemaker, yes. Gimme a hammer. - A hammer?

Hammer and Blue's portable sound thingy there on the shelf.

That'll do me! It worked.

Pacemaker runs on a battery. Magnet disables the battery.

It's an old battlefield hack.

- So he's gonna be okay, then? - Him? No, no, no.

I've stopped his heart from temporarily exploding,

but by the time the paramedics get here

and we get him to the hospital, then...

...old mate will be as dead as disco.

I need a cardiac team! He's crashing!

All right, out of the way, please. Thank you.

Thank you. With me. Let's go.

Code blue. Room 3.

- Do you wanna take a seat? - No, I'm... I'm fine.

Just take care of him.

He's in good hands, I promise.

I need to ask you a few questions, okay?

Starting with the patient's name.

Ma'am?

His name is David Simons.

"Dippy smiled and closed his eyes",

"curled his tail around the campfire..."

"...and went to sleep."

Dad?

Easy, mate.

I'm right here.

Hey? Just go back to sleep.

Everything's okay.

Promise?

There's two more AFP officers out the front.

Suits this time.

Apparently it couldn't wait until tomorrow.

Special Agent Mackey.

Sir.

I, uh... didn't know we were expecting you.

You weren't.

I just flew in from Singapore

after I got a call from our friends at Quantico.

Deputy Director of the FBI wants to know why his grab team

flew all the way to Sydney

to render an international assassin

who is no longer in your custody.

Right. Yep.

That was unfortunate.

Deputy Director used a different adjective.

Sir, we had Niemus isolated in the interview room

while we worked the abduction of Sergeant Dempsey's boy,

but by the time the grab team got here,

she'd picked her cuffs and fled the scene.

That's what I'm supposed to tell the Deputy Director?

She just strolled on out of here?

It's a new office, sir.

We have no dedicated holding cells on site.

So it's the building's fault?

I don't know what else to tell you.

Fine.

You're relieved of your duties pending a 2B investigation.

Zero communication with your team until I'm done.

Am I clear?

- Are you kidding me? - It's fine, D.

My watch...

...my responsibility.

I'll be interviewing each of you regarding Niemus's escape.

Jackson!

You're Acting Supervisory Special Agent in Charge.

Since you're calling the shots, you get to go first.

Seriously? He made you boss?

Can I be benched too?

I'm not doing it.

Excuse me?

I resigned my JAG commission

over the way Mackey was treated during her court martial.

I'm not about to throw her under the bus now.

I don't think you're grasping

the existential nature of the situation.

Word from DC is if Niemus isn't recaptured, and quickly,

you can all pack your bags.

I'm talking end of days.

So why waste time with me when I could be out looking?

'Cause there's blood in the water,

and in the event she's not recaptured,

I need to know exactly who's taking the fall for it.

Because it sure as hell ain't gonna be me.

Okay, just so I'm clear,

you say you drove her to the swap site

as instructed by the kidnapper.

My son's kidnapper, yeah.

But when you got there, she somehow disarmed you.

That's right.

But then instead of shooting you,

Niemus shot the guy who was there to rescue her

before escaping.

I underestimated her, what can I say?

Not my finest hour.

Seriously?

You think we're idiots, mate?

You really expect us to believe that?

What, that she escaped or that you're an idiot?

So you transported an international tier-1 HVT

to a potential swap site without briefing AFP.

When was I meant to do that, mate?

Huh? We only arrested her last night.

Well, she's been on your radar for months, no?

Along with the rest of the intel community.

You know, NCIS just happened to be

the first ones that caught her.

Momentarily.

Well, momentarily more than you.

Well, it's your funeral.

Administrative leave, effective immediately.

I'll let the 10th floor know.

They'll likely wanna speak with Canberra.

Send me the Zoom link, yeah? You've got my email.

Laugh it up, sport, but you're gonna need a bloody good lawyer.

For your own sake, stay away from NCIS.

I'm gonna need your badge and your gun.

Come on, Jim.

Take a look at the badge. You're one of us.

Time to pick a side, mate.

Yeah.

Gun's at home.

Didn't think I'd need it amongst mates, you know?

Hey.

How's Jack?

He's still asleep.

Poor thing's exhausted.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Um, just call me when he wakes up, okay?

What do I tell him when he asks where you are?

Just tell him Dad's making sure this doesn't happen again.

Howdy, partner.

Yeah, I'd use that term advisedly if I were you.

- I just got benched. - Join the club.

I'm about as close to ex-AFP as you can get.

You tell them about Rankin?

Not in so many words.

You wanna tell me?

Rankin's not in a good way.

Looks like he was heavily compromised.

By who?

He had a heart attack.

He what?! When?

Just after you called him from Yaroslav's phone.

I need to speak with him.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I'm not asking.

Come on, I'm already suspended.

- What's the worst they can do? - You really wanna find out?

I really wanna talk to the person who helped take my son.

Fine.

Meet me in front of St. Christopher's Hospital

in an hour.

Okay.

Go, Swannies! Whoo!

All stations to Central.

Please remain behind the yellow line.

Blanket all airports. Domestic, international, freight.

Overseas passenger terminals,

boat hire companies full pipe.

Do you really think that Ms. Niemus

is gonna try and flee the country?

Surely she'd know there's gonna be an alert out for her.

Which 'her'?

Upload them all for facial rec.

- She's gotta be here somewhere. - On it.

Hard at work, huh, Cooper?

You're up when I get back.

Yes, sir.

Can't wait.

What are you doing in here?

Just... getting my head straight.

Good luck with that.

So you bring Carter up to speed?

More or less.

You know, didn't wanna overwhelm him with details.

Details such as...

Such as dead Yaroslav.

And I didn't get to the part about

JD using Yaroslav's phone to call Rankin either

or that he had a heart attack as a result.

Told him everything else, though.

Okay.

Mackey didn't tell him

and she's gotta have her reasons.

I'm not about to drop a dime on her, Evie.

- Snitches end up in ditches. - With stitches.

Exactly.

I totally suck at this boss, thing, huh?

I mean, you withheld intel from your superior and you flat-out

lied about issues of national security

on your first day in charge.

It's a solid start.

Thought we agreed to meet out front.

Be simple, huh?

Accidentally knock the plug out and just walk away.

Must happen from time to time.

I guess.

Thing is you'd never get the answers

to the questions swirling around that head of yours.

Maybe I'm okay with that.

Others, maybe.

Not you.

Helluva day, huh?

You were only pretending you were gonna kill him

so I'd hug you, right?

That obvious, was it?

Sorry I'm late.

I'm Dr. Jacobs, David's cardiologist.

Yes, of course. We spoke on the phone.

I'm Jenna, David's niece.

This is my husband, Ward.

We came as soon as we heard.

I... we weren't expecting to find Uncle Dave like this.

He's gonna be okay, right?

Your uncle's in an induced coma.

It was the only way to safely remove the pacemaker.

But he'll regain consciousness at some point, right?

I mean, he's not gonna be like that forever?

Your uncle was without oxygen flow to the brain

for several minutes.

In reality, if he does come back,

he may not be the man you knew.

What exactly does this do?

It's an implanted cardioverter defibrillator,

designed to punch the heart back into rhythm

in the event of tachycardia.

And I'm guessing it didn't work?

Not exactly.

It paced your uncle's heart

back to almost 200 beats per minute,

leading to a near-catastrophic cardiac arrest.

So he had a heart attack,

and then his pacemaker failed and made it worse?

It's possible that the pacemaker didn't fail

after your uncle's heart attack.

Its... its failure may have caused the heart attack.

How often does that happen?

Almost unheard of.

Even when we've had issues in the past, it's almost always

a glitch with the third-party monitoring service

that tracks the device 24/7.

Couple things.

Firstly, you might wanna give me a heads-up

next time we get hitched.

First thing that came to mind.

And can we talk about 'Ward'?

I mean, really? Do I look like a Ward to you?

What's wrong with Ward? It's a good, strong name.

Yeah, for a 1950s TV dad!

Fine. Next time we get married, you can pick your own name.

Now, can we get back to the fact

that someone hacked Rankin's pacemaker?

What are you thinking?

There's a company with remote access.

All you gotta do is hack them

and you can turn him off with a click of your fingers.

Okay, why would anyone wanna do that?

Maybe he'd become an unnecessary complication.

Knew stuff they didn't want him sharing. I don't know.

Okay, you'd have to know that he had a pacemaker first.

You'd have to know the exact device.

Who has that kind of information?

He works for the DOD. Why don't we start there... Ward?

Call me old-fashioned, but isn't it normal

for an agenda to have more than one item?

I don't know. First day in the big chair, remember?

But what I do know is that if we don't find her ASAP,

it could also be our last.

So let's go. No such thing as a bad idea.

Hmm.

- I, uh... - Doc. The floor is yours.

I was just wondering whether

now would be a good time to discuss a raise.

- I'm serious. - So am I.

Y'all think I wanted to be boss?

Hell, no! But here we are.

So is it too much for me to ask for a little respect?

I think it probably is, mate.

Sorry I'm late.

My interview with the real boss ran long.

- How'd it go? - Yeah, fine.

He just wanted to know how we could have screwed up so badly.

I told him it was all your fault.

Who wants to start, now? For real.

I have good news.

Um, I was able to track down Doc's van.

Turns out Niemus left the swap site

and drove to Wollongong Central.

Way to go, Blue. Good initiative.

In less good news, um,

they don't have CCTV in the parking station

and we owe $235 in parking fees.

Great. What about Rankin's phone?

Burner, bought with cash,

only had Yaroslav's number on it.

So in terms of tracking down Niemus,

we got nothin' but our...

...dead Russian friend here.

And he ain't telling us squat.

Cool beans!

Sure, if you get off on QR codes.

It's a biowearable, obviously.

Huh?

A tech tatt? You...

Seriously, guys. Where have you been?

See?

It's a, um, digital device

that runs off the body's electrical system.

It's embedded under the skin

with a near field communication chip.

Obviously. What's it for?

Data storage, mainly.

See, you can lose your phone,

but you have to try really hard to lose this.

I've got hard data in me 24/7, baby.

I'm not even going there.

Isn't the problem old mate is out of juice

so the tech died when he did?

Not true. See, the tattoo, it's like a thumb drive.

So you don't need power to store the information,

just to retrieve it.

In which case, we have no other option.

We'll just have to stick a probe up his butt

and Frankenstein him back to life.

- No way. - Why not?

Because it's my first day!

And that is not a first-day boss type of move!

Says who? Come on!

Show everyone what sort of leader you are.

Yeah! The type that goes to prison

for reanimating dead people.

Come on, Doc. Tell her it's impossible.

Controversial. Deeply unethical.

But, uh, impossible?

I don't think so.

Ohh!

How much do you make again?

You're like some bougie serial killer.

It's not a crime scene... yet.

So stop snooping and plant your ass.

Here.

Finish that, then go home, be with your family.

Oh, yeah.

Just sit back and wait for it to happen again?

Yaroslav had a bag over my son's head.

He was gonna shoot him.

And the people who paid for it are still out there.

So, uh, it's not gonna end till I end it.

Besides, I haven't been home in months.

I've been camping out in a mate's garage

until things worked themself out with Bec.

- A mate's garage, huh? - Mm-hm.

Hmm, and you're criticizing my setup?

You're thinking about

my pacemaker hack theory, aren't you?

No, no, no. No.

Yeah, you are.

And you're wishing there was some way to prove it.

- Wait, wait. No, no, no. Mackey. - Why not?

'Cause it's 9:30 and they've probably left for the day.

They're not meant to talk to us.

So it's time for the loyalty test, then.

Hey, boss. Wassup?

JD wanted to see if you'd pick up.

- No, I didn't. - What are y'all doing?

Oh, you know... paperwork.

Any closer to reeling in Niemus?

- Workin' on it. - How 'bout Rankin?

We just paid him a hospital visit.

- And? - And Doc was right.

His pacemaker wasn't doing him any favors.

We think the device was hacked.

And once we figure out what the device is, then we can...

Scratch that. We know what the device is.

How's that?

'Cause Mackey stole it from the hospital.

Ooh! Way to go, real boss.

Blue, I need you to shake out

Rankin's medical file from Walter Reed.

Think you can do that without leaving too many fingerprints?

Is the bear a Catholic?

Hey, turn your video on so we can take see the pacemaker.

No can do.

We're at... the library.

Then why aren't you whispering?

Call us when you have Rankin's file.

They're never gonna find Niemus, you know.

Don't say that.

We catch a lucky break - maybe she makes a mistake...

No. People like that don't make mistakes.

You get one shot at someone like that and we took ours.

Well, in that case...

...it was fun while it lasted, mate.

Good luck crop-dusting from a chopper.

Mmm, right back at ya, teach.

Mm.

Oh, it's the States. I'll... I'll call back.

Nah, you can take it.

Just... pretend I'm not even here.

Hey.

Just wrapping up for the day.

Kinda crappy, I can't lie.

Yeah, I'll explain later.

No, no. I'll be fine.

Okay.

I love you too, baby.

You told me to pretend like you weren't here.

Well, I didn't know you had a partner back home.

I don't.

That was my son.

Okay, your son. Right.

How old is he?

Almost 18 now.

Senior year at high school.

Wow! Um...

I was 17.

Also a senior at high school.

Crazy, huh?

That must've been... a lot.

Yeah.

Making real-life decisions

without any real-life experience?

I would not recommend it.

Figured I'd totally screwed up both our lives.

You know, living cliché.

Broke-ass teenage mom

trying to raise a kid in small-town America.

But that is not how it turned out for us.

- Trey lives with my mom. - Mm-hm.

We talk most nights, he visits during holidays.

He's killing school.

He's varsity point guard.

He's the best thing in my entire universe.

Best mistake I ever made.

A conifer?

Seriously?

What? It's a shield against evil spirits that might be released.

I don't wanna take any chances.

I wonder about you sometimes.

There you go.

What is that thing?

That is a magnetic resonance

electrical impedance tomography machine

and it's used to measure

the electrical conductivity in skin tissue.

And that?

That's a car battery. These are jumper leads.

- Oh! - Hey! Now, uh, Blue.

Please connect those

and soon his hard data will be yours.

Are we sure about doing this? I just...

I feel like we're crossing some kind of spiritual Rubicon.

Bluebird, relax.

I've spent an entire career on the margins of life and death.

Grab your conifer.

There is really nothing to fear here, okay?

Besides, I'm being ordered to do it by our new boss.

Listen, we need to find Niemus

and Yaroslav was one of the last people to see her, all right?

That's a legit avenue of inquiry.

So in the absence of a better lead...

- Light him up, Doc. - I thought you'd never ask.

Stand back. On the count of three.

One, two and three.

- Ooh! Ooh, ooh. - Eugh!

Well, I won't lie to you. I was hoping for more.

Please tell me that's you... Doc?

- Mmm. - Yeah.

There's life in the old fella yet.

- Yes! Here we go. Come on! - Oh!

He's got a charge! Blue, let's go! Come on!

Uh...

What the hell's going on here?

Who in God's name is that?

Uh... That's, um...

...Yaroslav Utkin, sir.

He's a dead Russian assassin.

Then JD called the only number in Yaroslav's contact list.

Who turned out to be Colonel Rankin?

Who then had a heart attack and almost died.

I see.

And you chose not tell me this because...?

Because I didn't want to compromise you, sir.

If you didn't know, you couldn't be held accountable.

You thought that was your call to make?

You told me to find Niemus or risk losing my team.

If those are the stakes, I gotta do what I gotta do.

Sorry to interrupt.

You might wanna see this, boss.

And boss's boss.

What am I looking at?

This is what was stored on Yaroslav's tech tattoo.

- Do we know what it means? - I do!

Okay, so at first I thought it was a haiku,

but then I realized that it has

more than 17 phonetic units, obviously.

So then I thought it might be the answers

to the 'New York Times' Connections word game.

- Does anyone play that? - No.

It's great for neuroplasticity, especially in old age.

Um, and then I worked out it's a seed phrase.

A what?

It's a series of random words

that allowed Mr. Yaroslav to access this.

What is that, his crypto wallet?

Affirmative.

Giving us a window into all payments

into and out of his account.

Jobs that he's done. It's like his professional ledger.

That's what I'm talkin' about! Boom! Come on!

And I'd bet my electric scooter that based on the date,

that is his payment for abducting Jack.

Which means that sequence of numbers,

that represents who ordered the kidnapping.

It's like Yaroslav's boss.

The beauty of the blockchain is that

it's somehow able to embrace

anonymity and transparency at the same time.

So meanwhile, you know,

we're not able to see who is behind that series of numbers

but we are able to see what goes into and out of the account.

And both of these line up with Niemus's known actions.

The attempted theft of the nuclear tech

from the USS 'Navajo'

and the crashing of the GaiaMetric launch.

So this number paid both Yaroslav and Niemus?

It's gotta be Rankin, right?

That is what we thought! And then we noticed this.

That is a payment going into Ms. Niemus's crypto account

an hour ago, while Rankin's in a coma.

So Niemus has another job.

And whoever paid Yaroslav and Niemus,

it's not Richard Rankin.

Then who the hell is it?

How long have I been out?

A... few hours.

Figured you could do with the shut-eye.

I gotta go.

Yeah, hey, um, before you go, I... about...

- Oh, in the cone, compadre. - Thanks.

Would you have told me about him

if it didn't look like we'd hit the end of the road?

I don't know.

Uh... at some point, maybe.

Hmm.

You know what? Prob... probably not.

Then I'm glad we're done.

Morning, Sergeant.

What the hell are you doing here?

Come on, now. You're not a tiny bit excited to see me?

We're done, okay? That was the deal.

After you played me so badly?

Convinced me that Yaroslav wasn't there

to rescue me after all?

I told you, I did what I had to do.

You know the funny thing? You were right, you cheeky bugger.

Yaroslav brought three conifers to the swap that day.

One for you, one for your son... and one for me.

I was never meant to walk out of there alive.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, you see, someone paid him to do it, didn't they?

I don't know where Rankin is.

Come on, now.

I'd think carefully before lying to

a woman with a gun in her hand.

Rankin's either military or intelligence or both.

But the Yanks took him and didn't tell me where.

He was more than happy to sacrifice your son

to protect himself think about that.

I promise to do to him what you want so badly to do yourself.

Think of me like an angel of vengeance.

So who's footing the bill, then?

Hmm?

Someone further up the chain than Rankin.

So how's this? Uh...

You tell me who's pulling the strings,

and maybe I can rustle up Rankin's whereabouts.

You're in no position to propose a deal, Sergeant.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice...

...and I'll be back to pay your son a wee visit.

And if not me, others.

You've got until noon.

Work it out yet?

What the hell are you doing here?

You know you shouldn't be here!

- Carter would flip. - How are we tracking?

We found out who's paying Niemus and it's not Rankin.

Any idea what the payment's for?

If we assume the pacemaker hack is an attempted hit,

I'd say someone's trying to finish what they started.

Find out where it's made, who sold it

and where it was implanted.

Crack that and we crack who's pulling the strings.

It's, um, good to have you back, boss.

Don't speak too soon.

Oh, good work accessing

Rankin's medical file, Bluebird.

- Very good. - Thanks.

Anything out of the ordinary?

Uh, well, reasons I didn't like him.

He's fit as a trout and strong as an ox.

No heart complaint history,

low cholesterol, low blood pressure, um...

Hmm.

There's this.

Boss, down here, please!

Um, as of Rankin's last six-monthly DOD checkup,

no pacemaker.

- So when was it implanted? - No idea.

- And by whom? - And why, if he wasn't sick?

Maybe it's leverage?

- For what? - I don't know.

Get Rankin to play nice and do as he's told?

That doesn't explain why they chose that exact moment

to try and turn him off.

No, but this might.

It's a listening device.

Rankin had a listening device inside of his pacemaker.

Come again?

Rankin had a microphone implanted inside of him.

Explains that, I guess.

Rankin wanted to tell us something before he collapsed,

but didn't want to alert whoever was listening.

Sergeant.

St. Christopher's Hospital. Room 213.

Bit early for a heart starter, isn't it?

All good?

What's so important you couldn't do it over the phone?

The listening device in Rankin's pacemaker.

Someone was monitoring him the entire time.

What's that tell you?

Tells me everything we thought about him is wrong.

The attempted theft of nuclear tech, GaiaMetric...

Jack. All of it.

All someone else.

And that "someone else" just hired Niemus

to kill him once and for all.

- How do you know that? - Because she told me.

You'd do anything for your son, right?

What have you done?

Call the others.

- We don't have a lot of time. - Why?

Because Niemus knows where Rankin is.

How the hell did she find out?

I told her.

I seem to have lost a patient.

Oh, Mr. Simons? He's on his way to the ambulance bay.

He's being moved to a different hospital, apparently.

Out.

Hey!

She's closing fast.

Getting closer.

She's gaining!

Gun!

- You okay? - Define 'okay'.

Where is she?

There!

Go!

- You good? - Yeah.

There, there! Crowd control. I've got Niemus.

Copy that.

Back! Get back!

Move back! This way!

That's far enough.

- Put the gun down, Sergeant. - Not this time.

Come, now. I spared your boy. Don't make me regret it.

So you got cold feet and couldn't see it through.

Rankin got what he had coming, you know that.

It's a good result for both of us.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Of course I do.

Which is why you're going to lower your weapon

and I'm going to walk on out of your life.

Take care, Sergeant.

Give your boy a hug for me.

Rankin's family's been notified.

His wife and kids

are on a flight out of Dulles as we speak.

- How'd they take it? - How do you think?

I hope my being suspended

won't make things difficult for you with the FBI.

I suspect it might have... if I'd told them.

I didn't pick you for such a pragmatist, sir.

The FBI are far more interested

in locking up a national security threat

than they are with a temporary HR issue at NCIS Sydney.

Temporary?

History is written by the victors, Agent Mackey.

Now, I can't imagine how Rankin's whereabouts were leaked

or how that may or may not have flushed out Niemus.

But given the mission was to take her into custody,

that's all anyone's gonna remember.

It was you who let Niemus know

where Rankin was holed up, right?

Why would you say that?

I'mma... I'mma take that as a yes.

All I know is that recovering Niemus

was a condition of getting my job back,

and... I happen to like my job.

Remind me to never play chess with you, Sarge.

You know what I mean?

It reminded me of this fat American Marine

who was just as bad.

It wasn't so much the... the Gulf War.

It was a golf war. A mini-golf war. Didn't last long.

Can I have your attention, please?

I just received an email from Director Vance,

congratulating all of you on an outstanding result.

It's not every day we collar

someone on the Interpol Red List.

Yay! There you go!

- Huzzah! - AFP have also been in touch.

And they're thrilled to have played a pivotal role in

apprehending an internationally sought-after fugitive.

Hey! Well done, you.

But I'm afraid I have some more sobering news.

I've completed my interviews

regarding Niemus's escape from custody.

And the findings are conclusive.

Heads are gonna roll, big-time,

which is why I need to know

who is ultimately responsible for losing her.

I am, sir.

I am.

Yep, that would be me.

You're looking at him, mate.

The doctors removed the sedation

but he's not responding.

He's swapped an induced coma for a natural one.

At least for now, no one knows he's alive.

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

He better.

He's the only one who can put a name

to the son of a bitch behind all this.

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