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Let's take a look at the scene.

-Good to see you again.
-Ça va?

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?

Chaos is good for business.

Mackey!

Mackey!

Are you hit? Are you hit?

Mackey, look at me.

Hey.

See you Monday?

Yeah, see you then.

Been looking for you.

Looks like a fishing boat.

Port bow, 800 meters.

Is there still nothing on comms?

No tracking beacon either, sir.

She's riding low in the water.

Thinking fish or fentanyl, sir?

Make ready to execute hostile
boarding protocol Tango Delta.

Let's go find out.

Royal Australian
Navy! Kill the engine.

Kill the engine.

Royal Australian Navy!

-Move to the front.
-Royal Australian Navy!

Everybody move to the front now!

Sarge, we've got
some people in here.

Including some US Navy fly boys.

So you're still
sleeping through the night.

No recurring dreams? Nightmares?

My first tour of Afghanistan,

we were shelled the
night we got there.

Slept right through it.

I'm not trying to catch
you out, Agent Mackey.

My job is to make sure that

you're fit to be back
at work, that's all.

Which is why we can cut
to the chase, Doctor.

I'm good to go. Semper fi.

That's right, you were a
Marine back in the day.

Once a Marine, always a Marine.

You never really shed
the fundamentals.

Sure. Like the instinct to get
back up on your feet, right?

To get back in the fight?

-Something wrong with that?
-Well, in battle, no.

It's the sort of thing
that keeps you alive.

But Darwin

was not the battlefield, was it?

Nothing could prepare you for
what you went through up there.

You trusted this
guy. He betrayed you.

That kind of thing can
rock your belief system.

My belief system

says he got what he deserved.

I have done this a lot
of years, Agent Mackey,

and one thing that
has become clear to me

is the human tendency
to think that

if we just look the other
way for long enough,

then whatever is
lurking in our past

will just crawl back under
the rock and stay there.

It won't.

No matter how fast you run.

You just increase the
velocity of collision

when it comes back
to haunt you...

...which it will.

Time's up, Doc.

Good chat.

"Phase One of a
full security audit of HQ."

Who asked for that?

-He's just trying to be useful.
-Useful!

By telling us day one
how lax our security is?

Our security is lax.

We're Australian. Duh!

And this bloke thinks
he can come in here

and somehow change
who we are as people.

Evie, he's fixing
the front door,

not rewriting the constitution.

You said it yourself.

Day one. Give him a chance.

Who the hell's he think he is?

-Exactly.
-Yeah.

This is stupid. We're all
missing her, all right?

No one's got the
mortgage on that.

Yes, but she had no right

to leave me alone
with you reprobates.

-Oh, speak for yourself.
-Sorry.

But Blue chose to resign

and as a result, the last
month has totally sucked.

But none of that's on
my boy Trigger here.

Woop-woop!

We've got to put whatever we
feeling about Blue to one side

and show him some
NCIS Sydney love.

You feel me?

-Wanker.
-You don't even know the guy!

Oh, he wasn't talking
about Trigger.

Sorry. Assumed it was unlocked.

Yeah, it was.

So I fixed it.

I can see that.

Good stuff.

Straight into it, day
one. How good's Trigger?

Certainly triggering me.

Oh, uh, hi.

Uh, leave me a
note. It's Bluebird.

Bluebird, call me back.

You've been replaced by the
love child of Q and MacGyver

and I am not having it.

No way you retire before me.

Relax, Rosie. He's a bomb tech.

-He's not gonna replace Blue.
-Oh, my God.

-Oh, he'll be fine, Evie.
-No, not that.

This.

Sarge, that's your
dating profile.

Yeah.

Yeah, figured it was time

to get back on the old horse.

On my dating app?

Oh, sorry, didn't
realize you had dibs.

Okay. Oh, sweet Lord.

What were you thinking?

I just figured living
in my mate's garage

wasn't a long-term
pathway to happiness.

And you somehow think this is?

Damn, Sarge.

You been out of
the game that long?

Yeah, we gotta get you
some professional help.

Hit me up.

Where you at, Macka?

I'm out front. Some
genius locked the door.

-All right, gimme a sec.
-Don't bother.

There's a chopper inbound
with our name on it.

What have we got, sir?

It's a popular sea route. We
get all sorts through here.

Not a lot of Americans,
I've gotta say.

Evie, Deshawn, go make friends.

Find out why the crew
included two Navy pilots.

Copy that.

Confirmed IDs yet?

According to their
patches, US Navy fly boys,

Price and Daniels.

-Okay, dog tags?
-No, ma'am.

My medical team's nearly done.

After that, they're all yours.

-Thank you, sir.
-No worries.

Take a
deep breath for me.

How'd your psych eval go?

Crushed it.

Hmm! No major revelations?

Childhood traumas, daddy issues?

Historical hatred of stupid
questions, but we knew that.

Mmm.

Evie mentioned you've, um,
signed up to a dating site.

Course she did.

Well done. Shows good intent.

Yeah. You know, it's early days.

Just kicking a few tires,
testing the waters.

That's great. Healthy.
Keep me posted.

Yeah.

We took off from
the carrier just after dawn.

What were you flying?

EA-18 Growler, ma'am.

I have the stick.
Lieutenant Price is my WSO.

And when did you first
become aware you had issues?

It was maybe an
hour into the flight

when the whole board lit up.

A few seconds later,
we lost comms and nav.

Lieutenant Price ran a hard
reboot, but at that point

we'd suffered total
avionics failure.

Must have been
character building.

Yes, ma'am.

3 million square clicks of ocean

and no idea where
the hell you are.

We were on vapors
when I spotted jungle.

I initiated ejection
protocol and we hit the silk.

Last thing I remember was the
tree canopy coming at me hard.

When I came to, a group
of armed men appeared.

Filipinos with a handful
of Indos and Malays,

and they blindfolded us

and drove us to a
camp in the jungle.

How long did they
hold you there for?

Five, six weeks maybe.

Whole thing's a bit of a blur.

Mackey.

So how did you guys end up

in the middle of the Coral Sea?

Not too sure.

One minute, I was at the camp.

I remember feeling a little off.

Next thing, I woke up in
the hull of a freighter.

Freighter got a name?

They tell you where
they were going?

Nah.

We were below deck for
the first few days,

but the fumes were so strong
it was making us sick,

so they let us hang
up on deck at night.

Which is how we saw the lights.

Of the fishing boat?

Couldn't believe it.

Just like that, 100
feet off the bow.

We made sure the
guards weren't watching

and we slipped over the
side and started swimming.

In the dark?

Must have been terrifying.

Anyone spoken to
our families yet?

Something we need
to be aware of?

Paul's wife's pregnant.

Must be any day now.

Got it. Thank you.

JD!

Yeah?

ONI just confirmed the
USS Calvin Coolidge

lost an EA-18 Growler
over the South China Sea.

Dropped clean off
radar. Total mystery.

-Boom. Mystery solved.
-I wouldn't go that far.

These guys are talking
five or six weeks.

The plane vanished
six years ago.

I've been fielding
calls from Sec Nav

all the way up to the White
House Press Secretary.

Is there an official
line yet on the fact that

our guys have been missing
six years and not six weeks?

Not our problem. The Navy
just wants their guys back.

We handed Lieutenant
Daniels over to ONI

as soon as we touched
back down in Sydney.

Well, they want to
debrief his WSO too,

sooner rather than later.

Uh, Lieutenant Price
isn't 100% yet.

Can't keep anything down. He's
running a pretty high fever.

Fever's not gonna
cut it, Sergeant.

This is an American hero who
escaped terrorist captivity.

And who's currently
squirting at both ends.

The Embassy's got
wind of their arrival

and Ambassador
Harding's keen for

some face time with both of
them as soon as possible.

Here we go.

Those boys are
about to be famous,

and the Ambassador wants
to welcome them home.

Am I being clear?

We'll hand over Lieutenant
Price as soon as we can.

Take the win, Macka.

Not a lot of feel-good
stories around right now.

Assuming this is one.

Well, you heard Carter.

They're gonna make
movies about these guys.

With or without the part
about total memory loss?

Well, that's what
screenwriters are for.

Well, those IV antibiotics

should knock the
fever on the head.

Hope so.

I've gotta tell you, mate,
it's quite the novelty

doing a patient physical.

Most of my clients
are usually dead.

It's a little bit tender, eh?

Can you remember when you
started feeling crook?

Was it a few days, a week?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Don't look at me, mate.
I lost mine years ago.

Yeah. Yeah, the
ultrasound looks okay.

All your bits and pieces seem
to be in the right place.

Listen to me, son.

Someone tried very
hard to break you.

But the fact that you're
here means they failed.

You won.

Don't you ever forget that.

Any word on
Blue's replacement?

Ah, yeah. Forms are
filled out on my desk.

Just need to get them off to HQ.

And remind me how long we
have work experience guy for?

Just till AFP sort
out his next gig.

What? It's a favor. He'll
be gone before you know it.

Let me guess. You collected
stray dogs back on the farm.

Relax, will you?
He's a good bloke.

With a skill set I cannot use
and a sealed personnel file.

Well, should fit right in.

How's it going?

Yeah, good. Halfway through.

Halfway through what, exactly?

Phase Two of the security audit.

Phase Two? Is that
really necessary?

Well, I won't know until I get
the results from Phase One.

How'd you go with the textile
analysis of the G suits?

Good as I could considering
I flunked forensics.

But, um, yeah, they
look pretty authentic.

Gonna look great in the movie.

You're
telling me these guys

spent the last six years
in a jungle prison,

but their kit's parade-worthy?

Maybe they took them off and
wore something else day-to-day.

Why put them back on again
just to get on the boat?

And what about the
fresh buzz cuts?

I don't know - terrorists
ransom Westerners

all the time, don't they?

Maybe they just dolled our
sailors up for sale day.

-Assuming that's what they are.
-Seriously?

You're doubting these guys
are our missing Navy pilots?

Where are the dog tags? And
why wait six years to cash in?

Macka, you're gonna
ruin the movie.

And why the hell can't
they remember any of it?

She's gonna ruin the movie, Doc.

How's your guy? Memory
coming back yet?

Well, with
trauma-induced amnesia,

you just have to be
patient, I'm afraid.

Yeah, good luck with that.

That's
assuming you've even

got the diagnosis right.

You know,

it's much more common
than you might think.

You see, the mind locks
away all the horrors

so the whole system
doesn't crash.

What, to this extent?

Six years just wiped clean.
Are we really buying that?

I have seen the physical scars
of what happened to that boy.

I can't imagine the mental ones.

Well, someone's gonna
have to break it to him

or he'll see Tom Brady
commentating, not playing,

and the whole house of
cards will come down.

How do we help jog
his memory, Doc?

Make him feel safe.

Basically, we create an
environment which feels normal,

as if he's amongst friends.

You do that

and slowly he'll realize
he can stop hiding.

You know, I saw a
doco a while back

about a CIA program in the '60s

whose aim was to cripple
a patient's memory

and then reprogram
it as they saw fit.

So they'd place a patient
in a drug-induced sleep

and then wake them up with
either indulgences or horrors.

There'd be Marx Brothers movies,

a barking Alsatian,
German death metal, porn.

We're not on your dating
profile again, are we, Sarge?

Where we at?

Oh, I blocked you, out of
an abundance of caution.

I think he's talking
about the case.

-Yeah.
-Right.

So we debriefed the people
from the fishing boat.

They left Denpasar and
were at sea for three days

when they came
across the freighter

that Price and Daniels were on.

Which puts the rendezvous
vector somewhere here.

Wow. Lucky boys.

Thousands of miles of open
ocean and two ships cross paths.

-What are the chances?
-Yeah, funny that.

One of the women on the boat
mentioned seeing the freighter

hours before they
came into contact.

One reckons she
watched it all day,

hoping it'd come
to their rescue.

Are you telling me

the freighter was somehow
tracking the fishing boat?

Why the hell would they do that?

I have no idea.

Why didn't you mention

you'd seen the fishing
boat earlier that day?

Because I didn't.

I told you we were
below deck all day.

They only brought
us up at night.

We have multiple accounts
that the vessel you were on

was ghosting the fishing boat
on the day of your escape.

That makes no sense.

It does if the boats were there

to rendezvous with one another.

What?

How about these?

Pretty clean, huh?

You take them off when
you're being held captive?

Is that it?

I can't recall.

Really?

It's not a hard question.

No, it's just...

I'm not sure.

You're not sure?

Or not sure you wanna tell me?

No, I...

I want to remember, I just...

My partner's not
trying to confuse you.

We're just trying to
make sense of it all.

Tell us how we can help.

I wanna talk to my wife.

Of course.

-But before that we need to...
-Now.

Please, I... I need
to know she's...

I want to know if I'm a dad.

Yeah, about that.

There's just some things
you need to know first.

It's fine, JD.

Here.

Paul?

Oh!

How are you?

Hey, babe! I'm fine.

How are you doing?

Um...

Wait.

Have you already...

Um...

Raffy. Come. Come, my love.

Say hello to your dad.

She's...

-She's so...
-It's a lot, I know.

I told Agent Mackey I wanted
to be the one to tell you.

You've been away longer
than you thought, okay?

We're gonna
get through this together,

I promise.

Thank you, ma'am.
It's a real honor.

Oh, okay.

Thank you, ma'am.
It's a real honor.

Thank you, ma'am. It's...

-Price. Hey!
-Lieutenant.

What do
you want me to do?

She wanted to be
the one to tell him.

-That's not her call to make.
-Whose is it? Yours?

Some guy from
Naval Intelligence?

How about a doctor?

Some kind of responsible
professional.

'Cause what you did
in there was reckless.

These men have been tortured,
okay? I'm trying to help them.

That's helping them?

The Navy wants
headlines, not headaches.

You don't know that.

I served, remember?

God, country, corps.

Price and Daniels
don't rate a mention.

What the hell was that in there?
Did you see what he did to me?

Did you see what you did to him?

He's withholding,
JD, I'm telling you.

-Whether he knows it or not.
-Based on what?

Start with the six-year
memory gap and go from there.

Okay, so what are you saying?

Are you saying Price hid
in the jungle for six years

so he didn't have to see his
wife and newborn daughter?

Is that your theory?

I don't have a
theory, all right?

-I've just gotta go with my gut.
-Oh, really?

'Cause you saw where that
got you in Darwin, right?

I gave him 100 mils of
pentobarbital to calm him down.

Got any spare for JD?

What are you thinking, Doc?

Uh, it's most likely
some kind of fugue state.

There's six years worth of
horror stuck in his head.

We should not be surprised if
it's bubbling to the surface.

In any case, I'm more concerned
about his fever right now.

Why is that?

Because it's getting worse

despite a big-boy's
course of antibiotics,

which indicates to me

that this is something
much more than

a run-of-the-mill infection.

-Like what?
-God knows.

I've requested his
file from Bethesda,

but whatever it is,

this is not the place for him.

I'm not a fixer.

I'm the bloke who
has to deal with

how dead people
get dead, remember?

Um, yep, so I'm resigning.

I'm gonna miss you,

all of you, so much.

Except Doc,
obviously.

But, yeah, I just feel
like it's time for me to...

...expand my wings.

And, you know, while
the cat's away...

...the mice will dance.

Is that your kid?

More or less.

How are you feeling?

You tell me.

Well, you're doing...

...fine.

But you'll do much better
when we get you to a hospital.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna
leave you in the care of

my esteemed colleague,
Dr. Jim Dempsey,

renowned nutritionist.

Back in a tick.

-Thanks, Rosie.
-Good luck, mate.

Figured after six
years on rice rations,

you might have a hankering for

America's greatest
cultural export.

Hmm?

Wow.

I just got confirmation

that your family are
inbound from Honolulu.

Should be touching
down later tonight.

-How's that?
-Mmm.

You see how big she is?

Can't wait to meet
her dad, I bet.

How, uh... how are
you feeling about

seeing your wife
after all that time?

Six years is a long time.

She probably thought I
was dead for most of that.

Listen, I, um...

I know what you're thinking,

and you're right.

She's probably slept with
tons of guys in that time.

What?

Well, she thought you were dead.

Are you serious, bro?

Fine, maybe not tons,
but some, though, right?

-Like, a solid handful.
-A handful?

Maybe just one.

That's totally possible.

Just one dude, but a
lot of times, right?

Jerk.

That's the worst pep
talk I've ever gotten.

Oh!

And I was tortured by
terrorists for six years.

Well, I'm here all
week. Try the veal.

That's probably the first time
I've laughed in six years.

That you can remember.

Yeah.

Listen, I know you're worried

about what your family are gonna
think after what just happened,

but I promise you the only thing
that's gonna be on their mind

is seeing their dad again.

The whole robot freak-out
thing, they'll forget.

What freak-out?

Okay. Got it.

That was the
embassy reminding me

it's the Ambassador's first
outing as Head of Mission,

hence the photo op later
today with Daniels.

And?

And two heroes is
better than one.

No, Price will be en
route to St. Christopher's

within the hour, so any time
frames will be up to them.

-Hey, Doc.
-Mm?

Trauma-induced amnesia.
It's retrospective, right?

Come again?

To protect the mind
from past horrors.

There's no way it's prospective?

Yeah, I wouldn't think so. Why?

Whatever happened in
that interview room,

Price has zero recollection.

Sorry to
interrupt, y'all.

What have you got?

So, been
hunting the ship

Price and Daniels
escaped off of.

Tricky since it was at night

and no one on the fishing boat

had much of a description.

But once we figured out where

the two ships came into contact,

we did a deep dive into
all maritime traffic

in the area during our window.

Mmm. Filtered the
data set for any ship

that had recently made
port in the Philippines.

12 hits.

Then we filtered
for anywhere outside

the main port of Manila.

Brought it down to three.

Carter was able to mobilize
a few discreet assets

and chase down two of them.

No dice.

And the third?

Figure we might wanna check
that one out ourselves.

Pacific Star, freighter
flagged out of Tuvalu.

We know who owns it yet?

Still chasing title deeds.

Below a certain tonnage,

it's like the Wild
West out there.

How and when did it get here?

According to the Port Authority,

the ship entered
Sydney late last night.

So far, no cargo on or off.

Hey.

What the hell?

Is that...

No, no, no! No,
no, please! Please!

NCIS,
drop your weapons!

NCIS! I said drop your weapons!

AFP! Hands on
head. Come out now!

Okay, okay. We come out.

No problem. No problem.

It's okay. Don't shoot.

Boss, no! They've got a...

What's the count?

Five DOA, another two
critical. Suicide bombers.

Someone wanna explain to me

what a group of
Filipino extremists

is doing in Sydney Harbour?

Bad guys gotta
pay the bills too.

How do you figure that?

Your ambassador's keen to show
the boys off to the media.

Gotta think they're worth a
lot to America's enemies too.

Maybe they're here to
retrieve lost property.

Well, with all that
scrutiny, how do they think

they're gonna snatch Price
and Daniels a second time?

No idea, but there's no way

they're in Sydney at the
same time as the escapees

without it being connected.

You called your
work experience guy?

What?

It's his happy place, right?

Figured he could
have a snoop around.

Well, as long
as it means skipping

Security Audit Phase
Three, have at it.

Yo. Check it out.

From the ship.

Toothbrushes?

Eight
toothbrushes, to be exact.

Okay, I'll bite.

Only seven bodies,

meaning either one
of our bad guys

took their oral hygiene
real seriously...

Or we've got a terrorist
on the loose in Sydney.

What do
you mean, tone?

This is how I always sound.

Look, I'm happy to help,
mate. I'm ecstatic your...

Some gormless attaché
at your embassy.

He's trying to organize
ground transport for Price.

-Why, where's he going?
-Where do you think he's going?

You're sending him
to the hospital?

His fever is going nowhere

and I don't have the
equipment or the expertise

to do much for him,
so he'd be better off

at a fully equipped
medical facility.

Except the hospital
has no interest

in uncovering how
Price got sick.

They'll just focus on getting
his fever under control,

at which point the Navy will

trot him out for
the world's media

as an example of
American resilience.

The rest of his story becomes
classified for the rest of time.

You would seriously prefer
for me to keep him here

and risk things going south?

These boys served their country.

And all they got in
return is a black hole

where the last six
years used to be.

Finding out why

seems like the least we could
do for them, doesn't it?

You can call an ambulance

the minute things
start looking shaky.

And meanwhile, I'll just
pretend we're not there already.

How you going?
You find anything?

Industrial-grade MDX,

manual trigger, all
pretty standard.

It's the, uh, circuitry
that's unusual.

With these things, it's
a bit like a signature.

So I got a mate at the AFP to
go through the bomb library.

Turns out it's got all
the hallmarks of, uh...

...Bayari Salazar.

Uh, Bayari Salazar. 35.

Filipino national.

Bomb maker

and spiritual leader of

the Mindanao
Revolutionary Front.

You know these guys?

Made a name for themselves
over the past decade

for violently kidnapping
Western tourists

across the archipelago.

Says here the embassy in Manila

went after Salazar
a few years back.

Joint US-Filipino operation
to cut him off at the knees.

Looks like they missed.

-What do you got?
-Dating app.

Don't know how to turn
off notifications yet.

Uh, good news or bad news?

-I am too old for this.
-Fine.

Salazar's photo is a match

for the Port Authority
immigration checks.

He entered the country
late last night.

Into a city of 5 million people.

Good news?

He stepped out of
Customs and hailed a cab.

Get me the taxi logs.

AFP. AFP, move.

Inside, inside.

Inside, inside.

Get down.

AFP.

Okay.

Mr Salazar's gonna be hungry.

D.

Boss?

Looks like some kind of
homemade accreditation kit.

Accreditation for what?

Don't mean to get between
a man and his coffee,

um, but a courier just
dropped this off for you.

I'm Travis Riggs, by the way.

I can see you're flat out.
I don't wanna bother you.

Yeah, but somehow
you're still here.

I just thought I
should let you know

that I think I
might've worked out

why the lieutenant
freaked out like he did.

All right. Fine,
I'm Prince Charles.

Okay, so as part of
the security audit,

I synced the CCTV cams from
all over HQ to make sure

we didn't have any blind spots.

The exact moment Price
was having his episode,

I was next door, screening
for bugs at 18 hertz.

What, and you think somehow
your machine set Price off?

Sub-auditory frequencies, uh...

...they can trigger
all sorts of reactions.

I just thought I
should let you know.

Oh, bloody hell.

Call the paramedics.

Oh, mate.

Gimme a sec.

What should I tell them?

Well, you can
tell them I've got a patient

who had his appendix
removed in flight school

and somehow it's grown back.

That is what's making
him sick, I guarantee it.

In which case, we might
have a much bigger problem.

We're doing everything
we can, sir.

Apart from making
Price available for

a grip and grin with
Ambassador Harding.

Sir, he's not up to it.

I understand it's important
to the Ambassador, but...

It's more than important given
her history in the region.

Sir?

Her last posting was

US Consul General
in the Philippines.

It's personal.

I assumed you knew.

I'm gonna have to
call you back, sir.

Ambassador Harding
was CG in Manila.

Ran the op targeting the
Mindanao Revolutionary Front.

Making Harding the mark.

That's why Salazar's here.

It's payback.

-What's up, Doc?
-Couple of things.

DNA from Price's
file confirms he is

exactly who he says he is.

Okay, that's great, right?

Uh, we also might
have worked out

what caused Price's
manic episode.

Trigger was sweeping for
listening devices at 18 hertz

the exact moment things
started going sideways.

Looks like it set him off.

And you think it's connected
to the torture and memory loss?

To what end?

Why train him to react like that

when he hears a
particular frequency?

Uh, well that brings
us to the showstopper.

I've traced the cause
of Price's fever.

Most likely septic
shock caused by his body

rejecting a foreign
object in his gut.

And by "foreign
object" you mean...

A high-grade

moldable chunk of C-4.

Cavity bomb with a
close-range RF trigger.

Price has got a
bomb inside of him?

Yeah, and if Price has got one,

there's a good chance
Daniels has too.

Thanks, mate.

-Wait, we're not evacing him?
-No, we can't.

With a bomb inside, it's
too risky to put him

in the back of a meat
wagon, let alone a hospital.

-So we're staying here, then?
-No.

I'm staying here.

You're gonna help set
up a safety perimeter.

While you do what?

Yeah, good on ya.

Listen, he's in the
throes of septic shock.

If someone doesn't remove
what's causing it, he will die.

Sure. But you do it wrong
and you'll both die.

-And?
-And that'd suck.

Absolutely not, mate.
You just got here.

Exactly, so I won't be missed.

We got comms for

the Ambassador's
security detail yet?

-I'm working on it.
-Work harder.

She'll be taking the stage
with Daniels any minute.

I'm afraid

we've got very limited options

in terms of knocking you out.

You gonna talk about it
or are you gonna do it?

Oh, you're a man
after my own heart.

..we got a situation.

AFP.

..spoke
with your boss.

That was the Ambassador's team.

They get the heightened
threat posture,

but they get threats
all the time.

Yeah, let me guess.
The show must go on.

It's such an honor to be...

-Bomb Squad's 15 minutes out.
-15?

This thing'll be over in three.

And I can tell I'm not

the only one who's just a
little bit excited, am I, kids?

The near-field RF trigger means

Salazar is gonna need to
be close to the stage.

20, 30 feet max.

He's not phoning this one in.

Well, it's last chance
to bug out, son, hey?

And miss all the fun? Forget it.

Now, I
could go on about

the brave men and
women in uniform.

Find the mixing
desk. Shut it down.

Boss?

That's where the sound
trigger will come from.

..come together
like this in peace and safety.

Daniels will lock onto the
Ambassador, get himself

as close as possible for
when the bomb goes off.

Go!

Pull that back a little.

Uh, the small or
large intestine?

Whichever one's stopping
me from accessing

the appendix-shaped bomb.

That's a fair call.

But you
haven't come here

to hear me speak, I know.

So without further
ado, I would like...

I got eyes on Salazar.

Black vest, black
cap, bad dye job.

Heading for the stage.

Lieutenant Oscar Daniels.

Come on up.

♪ "Star-Spangled Banner" ♪
♪ O say, can you see... ♪

Get Daniels away from
the Ambassador now.

Thank you, ma'am.
It's a real honor.

Believe me, the
honor is all mine.

Thank you, ma'am.
It's a real honor.

You bet, Lieutenant.

Thank you, ma'am.
It's a real honor.

Thank you, ma'am,
it's a real honor.

AFP, let me through.
AFP. AFP, let me through.

-Thank you, ma'am. It's...
-It's JD. Look at me.

Cut the feed.

♪ "The Star-Spangled Banner" ♪

-Look at me.
-It's a real honor.

-Get him back, JD.
-Cut the feed!

You're kidding! I'm in
the middle of the anthem.

It's okay. Hey. You're
okay. You're okay. Hey.

Macka, tell me you've got him.

He's too close.

Inside the wire.

Gun! Active shooter! Get down!

Hands where I can see them.

It's okay, let's go.

Mackey, take the shot!

Well done, you, son.

Babe, look at you!

My God, you had me so worried!

Hi, Daddy.

Look at you, Rosie,
keeping people alive.

You're like a proper doctor now.

Hope you're not gonna
ask for a pay bump.

Well, I didn't have
to lift a finger.

It helps when you got a
real pro in the ranks.

Something for the mantelpiece.

Okay.

I removed the det
cord. Safe as houses.

Oh, hi!

-He's a keeper.
-Mmm.

Uh, leave me a
note. It's Bluebird.

Uh, Ms. Bluebird Gleeson,
this is Dr. Royce Penrose, MD.

Can you call me back, please?

We need to discuss
your test results

as a matter of some urgency.

Hooroo.

Listen, you know when
I, um...

...questioned your gut instinct?

-You were right.
-I was wrong.

No, you were right.

They, uh, gave them buzz cuts
and cleaned their uniform

to make sure we knew they
were American fly boys.

Make sure they got
next to the Ambassador.

It was a lucky guess.

Well, you were right about
them withholding too,

whether they knew it or not.

And if you'd let Price go
to the hospital, then...

...we might be dealing
with a whole other tragedy

right about now.

So that little family
reunion right there,

proudly brought to
you by gut instinct.

Thanks, partner.

Got one.
Ooh, I've got one.

Come 'ere!

What are you
delinquents up to now?

Oh, we're just trying to
fix your profile, Sarge.

You know, bring it
into the 21st century.

What's wrong with my profile?

Might be easier to start with
what's right about it, actually.

Hmm!

-Is it that bad?
-Gimme a look.

Yikes.

You good
if I tweak your bio?

What?

You're a catch, Sergeant.

Deal with it.

Macka,

you, uh, forgot about
the fact that I'm funny.

No. I didn't.

Mm-mm. She didn't forget that.

Hello!

Wait. No, can I just
see that for a second?

-You gotta show us.
-Come on, just show me...

Just show me what she did!