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Let's take a look at the crime 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 flyboys.

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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 flyboys,

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 flyboys.

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!