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30 meters to run.

Clear, clear, on my six.

-Breach right.
-Golf-1, coming around.

At the breach.

After it blows,
we've got one minute.

Three, two, one.

Get against the wall!

Take him!

Give me your hands.
Give me your hands!

Sierra 4, Golf Alpha.
We are jackpot.

Get on your knees.

American.

-Check it out.
-American.

-Stay there. Stay there.
-Under. Under.

American.

Heroin!

What's he doing, bribing us?

Get the 'terp.

Status on the interpreter?

Where's Rashid?

I don't know,
I turned my back, bailed.

We've lost him,
he's fled.

Contact!

Enemy, south road!

Incoming!

Um, hello?

I come in peace.

-Whoa!
-Whoa! Almost set you on fire!

Believe me, I do not wanna
go through that again.

We haven't officially met.

I'm Travis.
People call me Trigger.

People call me Blue.

So what do you think?

I think it looks like
C-3PO exploded in here.

Yeah.

Sick. Wait till you see
the rest of the improvements.

Improvements?

Well, think about it as,
uh, self-improvement.

I didn't ask for
self-help advice.

Well, I was just being
constructive.

You were being irritating.

What are you guys talking about?

Sergeant Jim Dempsey thinks
that I can be combative.

Me!

I mean, if anything,
I have a light touch, right?

Right, Evie?

Je... wa... Uh! Argh!

There she is.

Ready to get back in the saddle?

Yep, and get my lab back.

Job. Get my job back.
That was weird.

I don't know why
I just said 'lab'. I'm fine.

Why wouldn't I be fine with
what Trigger's done with my lab?

The lab. It's not my lab.

Yeah, 'cause you seem fine.

Relax, Blue.
No one's gonna take your lab.

Okay? But AFP have made
a P-35 request.

Not a P-35 request.

What's a P-35 request?

Hard copy application.

With an actual pen?

On actual paper.

Yeah, the first time
you applied,

you weren't as forthcoming
as they'd have liked.

Yeah, it's no biggie.

Just between your background
as a hacker and...

Techno-libertarian.

Yeah, and your ability to
digitally alter almost anything,

they'd just prefer it
if you reapplied 'el' naturel.

Also, we're out of toner.

So, until you're officially
back on deck,

you're not to be involved
in any investigations, okay?

Yep.

No more lies, okay?
You got this.

Heads up.

Urgent tasking
coming through from Carter.

Girl, I know those
ain't my Lucky Charms.

Rashid Rahmati.

CAT-3 interpreter

for the Allied Forces

in Afghanistan.

Privy to classified operations,

protected identities
and source meetings.

High-level access.

Which is problematic,
given he was also a Taliban spy.

Well, it says here
that he's missing.

He was, until last night.

Entered Australia
on a fake Iranian passport.

We believe he's operational.

What makes you say that?

The fact that a few hours ago,

he was seen fleeing the home of
a dead Australian soldier.

Given the US's interest
in Rashid,

the Australian Defence Force has
approved a joint investigation.

Okay, just so I'm clear.

Are we solving the death of
an Aussie soldier

or capturing an American target?

Preferably both, Sergeant.

But if push comes to shove,
the priority is Rashid.

Especially
the neighbors.

I don't want anybody
coming or going.

Just me, or does she
kind of look like...

No, she definitely
looks like...

Special Agent
Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

Sergeant Dayna Jasek, ADFIS.

Jim Dempsey. Seeing double.

Could have
saved you a trip.

Last I checked, victim is
an Australian soldier.

Well, last I checked, the
suspect is an American target,

which is why it's now
our investigation.

Joint investigation.

Led by NCIS.

Who are currently
at my crime scene.

D, perimeter and check.

E, bag and tag.

You were saying something
about your crime scene?

You can see it, right?

Warrant Officer
Second Class Lachlan Yates, 45.

Part of Special Air Service
Regiment's 2 Squadron.

Tip of the spear.

Neighbor's security camera

caught Rashid
leaving out the back

shortly after
estimated time of death.

How did Rashid gain access?

Glass panel on the front door
was smashed.

Yates was beaten to death
and the house was ransacked.

Shame you couldn't
get here earlier.

Might have been some actual
police work left for you.

Oh, the day's still young.

What do we know, Rosie?

Well, you'd conclude from
the abrasions and contusions

that this was
a blunt-force death.

And if we weren't so,
uh, short-sighted?

Then you find
a much more complicated story.

You see the traces of vomit
around the mouth?

Cutaneous petechiae,
the bloodshot eyes?

None of that's related
to trauma.

Fight might not have killed him.

Hmm!

Got something.

Window's smashed.

Looks like a break-in.

But check this.

Lubricant spray,
used for lock picking.

So why smash a window
if you can pick a lock?

Receipt from a money transfer.

It's made through
a foreign exchange company.

Popular way to pay people
in sanctioned countries.

Yeah, like Iran.

This is from Yates to Rashid,
three and a half grand.

That's the cost of
Rashid's flight.

So Yates flew in his own killer?

Nice of you to leave so much
actual police work for us.

I don't like it, Evie.

I don't like it at all.

I know, Deshawn.

But if it's still itchy,
you need to see a doctor.

I'm not talking about that.

And neither should you.
I'm talking about...

I'm talking about them.

Doppelgängers. Clones.

When they meet,
bad things happen.

Yeah, don't forget twins.

Blue and her brother almost
kicked off Jonestown 2.0.

We're splitting the atom, Evie.

And we all know how that ends.

-With an update?
-Yes, coming right up, boss.

Yes, yes, yes.

Courtesy of ADFIS.

Warrant Officer Class II Yates.

A total of seven rotations
in Afghanistan.

Last one in 2020.

He was prosecuting
a kill-capture target

designated Objective Arrowhead.

We were there in 2020?

We're there now.
We just don't advertise it.

During the raid,
his team was caught

in a Taliban rocket strike.

Rashid was the interpreter.

He abandoned them
just before the attack.

Taliban strike, Taliban spy.

Okay, so why spend
a lot of cash on

flying in the guy
who killed your buddies?

ADFIS cracked Yates's laptop.

According to emails
between Rashid and Yates,

Rashid claimed to know what
really happened in that village.

Said the evidence is here in
Sydney. Doesn't say what it is.

Any other survivors?

Yeah, one.
Sergeant Henry Ascott.

Yeah, multiple tours
in Afghanistan.

Gulf of Aden, Africa.

Awarded the Bronze Star in 2018.

American medal.

That can be awarded to partners
who fought alongside them.

Cooperation. It's
a beautiful thing.

Wouldn't want to be caught
in that crossfire.

Attack rendered Henry
temporarily blind.

He was medically discharged.
No current address or cell.

Henry can give us a firsthand
account of the attack, so...

So let's find him and ask.

Reach out to Veteran Affairs.
Family, friends, financials.

Take Rashid.
I want a location. Next moves.

And I want to know what
this supposed evidence was.

Oi, Blue Eyes. Where's autopsy?

Oh, yeah. Just here.

Okay. She's gonna fit right in.

Blue Eyes.

As I suspected,
none of these blows killed him.

It's as if his heart
just stopped.

Yates was a Tier-1 operator.

You want me to believe

he suffered a coronary
during a fistfight?

There was no fistfight.

You see how his scalp
lacerations are... are dry,

that absence of deep
hemorrhaging and bruising?

His heart stopped pumping

well before
these were inflicted.

So he was beaten after he died.

The death was staged.

So what caused
his heart to stop?

Well,
I can't say for sure,

but it might have
something to do with this.

What was he injected with?

Tox found no traces of
foreign substances of any kind.

Whatever this bloke
was pumped full of,

it's undetectable.

Okay, no more lies.

-Oh!
-Oh!

My pen!

It's no longer needed
in evidence.

And I thought you could
use something

a little more heavy-duty.

Yeah.

I know what it's like.

What, to fill in a... 452-page
application by hand?

No, to pretend to be
someone you're not.

When I was undercover,
it was my world.

You... you lie to survive.

But you'd only do it
when you have no other choice.

Right?

Yeah.

All right, come on -
sooner you finish,

sooner you can get back
to making me look smart.

Evie?

Rashid snuck into the country,

so he's not gonna be
using his own phone.

No, he'd be using a burner.

That's right.

So... hypothetically,

if I were on the case,
which I'm not, obviously,

I'd map all routes from
the airport to Yates's house.

And then, hyper-hypothetically,

I'd run that against all phones

that were activated
in that time frame.

And then, hyper-hyper-
mega-thetically,

I could trace that to get his...

Current location.

Blue...
..you are a genius. Thank you.

Hypothetically.

Potassium levels are
naturally elevated when you die,

and they continue to rise up

for up to 125 hours post-mortem,

which is why it didn't show up
in the tox screen.

So Yates was injected
with potassium chloride?

One of a three-drug combo
used in lethal injections,

and a fan favorite of assassins.

There was one case
where the killer inserted it

as a suppository into
his victim's rectum.

Wanna know how?

-No.
-Yes.

I mean, no.

Sorry, what is this?

That's my take on the Neuralyzer
from Men in Black.

Also known as a zero-synapse
repositioner.

It'll erase your memory
when the light goes...

-Sorry. Sorry.
-Whoa!

What about the skin
under Yates's fingernails?

Was it Rashid's?

Fingers were doused in bleach,
making the DNA unusable.

Ah, I'll try for
an uncorrupted sample,

but I wouldn't hold my breath.

So Rashid jumps Yates
from behind,

needles his neck,
covers his tracks

and then stages a scene.

It's the work of
a trained operative.

Mm-hm.

Who I think just
came back online.

Phew!

Thanks for the potassium tip.

Happy to help, Trigger.
Under and out.

Phone was registered
under a fake name,

but time and place of activation

tracks with Rashid's likely
movements from the airport.

So we don't know for sure
it's Rashid.

It'd be a hell of a coincidence
if it's not.

Okay. Thanks, Evie.

Uh, my daughter's
at a piano recital

and her ride just fell through.

Do what you need.

Okay. Hey.

Okay, we traced
his location to here.

Hey.

Run the plates.

Car was reported stolen
earlier today,

a kilometer from Yates's house.

Help!

Help!

Security to the desk, now!

Tell me, where is he?
Tell me where he is!

Mate, I don't know.
Please.

Federal agents!

Do not shoot! Do not shoot.

My name is Rashid Rahmati

and I have evidence of
an American war crime.

Henry Ascott.

Outpatient at the Mowbray Clinic

being treated for
blast brain trauma.

So, what,
you went there to take out Henry

like you did Yates?

Some plan.

Trick Yates into
flying you out here

with the story of a war crime

only to finish what you started
in Afghanistan.

Look, Yates was dead
when I got there.

I did not trick anyone.
The war crime is real.

The evidence of which you've
been sitting on for five years.

Where was I supposed to go?

The Americans labeled me
a terrorist. They hunted me.

And now we found you.
Enjoy Gitmo.

You think
I called in the attack?

I was friends with those guys.

So why did you
abandon them?

I was scared.

After the attack, I went back.

Henry and Yates
were unconscious.

I dragged them to safety.

And then a vehicle arrived.

Taliban?

Americans.

They took orders from a man
they called Ghost.

Walked through the rubble,
executing the survivors.

Women. Children.

I used one of the Australians'
body cams to record it.

You have the footage?

Why are we listening
to this guy?

We found him with scissors
to a man's neck.

I was never going to harm him.

I just need to find Henry.
He has the footage.

I took the Australians
back to my village.

Hid the SD card inside
the lining of Henry's jacket.

But he was still unconscious.

So he has no idea?

Convenient.

Why didn't you keep
the SD yourself?

The Ghost was after me.

I needed to keep it safe,
so I ran.

But The Ghost never found you.

No, he did.

He shot me.

Left me for dead.

Doc X-rayed Rashid's
gunshot wound.

Part of the jacketing is
still lodged in his rib.

Right, so it might give us
caliber and rifling.

Mm-hm. If it links back to
a US military issued rifle,

it could prove Rashid's story.

Part of his story.

He could have been shot by
any number of people

for any number of reasons.

Still, if he's
telling the truth,

I mean, we could be
looking at a war crime.

You wanna prosecute
a war crime? Call the ICC.

The priority is Yates's death.

You really think Rashid traveled

halfway across the globe
just to kill Aussie soldiers?

-He's an interpreter, JD.
-So?

So I'm not gonna
take him at his word.

Can you check which US units

were operating in the
Herat province at that time?

I'll reach out to the Pentagon.

Great. Sounds like
we've got a plan.

Sounds like we're
chasing a ghost.

Ah, I, uh...

I just... I just have to
take this. It's my boss.

Now, the fragment is lodged
on the top of your rib.

Now, given its position,
there is a risk

any surgery will
collapse the lung.

Are you sure you want
to go through with this?

In my country,
we have a saying.

"The wound of the sword
will heal,"

"but not that of the tongue."

Well, I'll take that as
Confucius for 'yes'.

All right, let's numb you up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Pashto?

I would sing it if anyone
in my family was sick.

It's force of habit.

Can you feel anything?

Big family back home?

I have a son and a daughter.

Nasib and Zala.

Wife?

Aashna.

I have not seen them
in five years.

You've never been back?

I was
an Allied interpreter.

A traitor in the eyes
of the Taliban.

If I return, they will kill me.

So you've accepted you'll
never see your family again?

Of course not.

There is no life without family.

That's why I have come.

To clear my name.

America needs to honor
its promise.

Visas for my family
so they can finally be safe.

That's all I've ever wanted.

Gotcha, you little bastard.

So Rashid's really
rubbing you the wrong way.

You want to talk about it?

What's there
to talk about?

I'm trying to deliver
a terrorist to the US Navy,

as per our tasking.

"As per our tasking"?

Paging Special Agent Mackey.

Since when do you blindly
follow orders?

What?

When I was on deployment
to Afghanistan flying Hueys,

we had intel of insurgents
bedding down

in a compound outside Sangin.

Orders were
to light the place up.

Ground assault would follow.

But I caught rotor issues
and had to abort.

I was the only air on station.

First Marine recon
raided anyway.

You know what they found?

Mothers.

Kids.

There was a six-week-old baby
in there.

But no insurgents.

-So the intel was bad?
-No.

Not just bad.

Deliberately mistranslated.

The interpreter was using
the most lethal

war machine in human history

to settle a blood feud.

With me on the trigger.

I really don't
care. It's entirely up to you.

But I won't ask again!

-There's no way.
-Ouch.

You okay?

That's my boss.

He has an aversion to Uncle Sam
running Aussie murder cases.

So where we at?

Rashid's DNA and prints
have been found

all over Yates's house.

So why go to the trouble
of destroying

the small amount underneath
Yates's fingernails?

Well, maybe Rashid wasn't
the pro you thought he was.

If there's a shred
of truth to Rashid's story,

whatever happened
in that village

is central to
the murder of Yates.

We need to work
the war crime angle

and we have to find the SD.

Well, what happened
to calling the ICC?

The extradition's
already in motion,

so unless you've got
a play for time...

Maybe I do.

Murder's not the only charge
that Rashid's looking at.

Come again?

ADFIS arrested Rashid
for a car theft

that happened earlier today,
before NCIS got the case.

And that crime supersedes ours.

That's a hell of a technicality.

Sergeant Jasek
cooked that one up

all on her own, did she?

What can I say, sir?
She's a bit of a maverick.

I'll let Washington know that

we've had some jurisdiction
issues to sort out.

Might buy ourselves a minute.

Appreciate it, sir.

Rashid's being taken to
an ADF safe house.

We'll have full access.

Boom.

Henry's number
we got from the clinic.

This is where it was used
30 minutes ago.

Right. What do you
think he was doing?

Meeting someone?

Why don't we ask?
Two o'clock.

Room with a view.

Maybe had a view of
our missing sergeant.

Mmm. Ah, this isn't too bad.

Clean, tidy.

The bed even has
hospital corners.

Sergeant Henry Ascott?

Who the hell are you?

20 years in and out of war zones

and Yates dies in his kitchen.

Who killed him?

We're looking into that.

You and Yates did
a lot of rotations.

Must have been close.

We were. Once.

You still got your jacket
from your last tour?

Why?

We believe an SD card is

inside the lining
of your rank slide.

What? Who would do
something like that?

Rashid Rahmati.

He says it contains evidence
America attacked that village.

Rashid Rahmati's
in Australia? Where?

He says he saved your life.

He saved me?

We were rescued by farmers.

Rashid left us
in that village to die.

Where is he?

We can't tell you that, Henry.

You want to know about Rashid?

After the attack,
Yates and I did some digging.

Bloke was a heroin smuggler.

And that village
was run by a rival cartel.

That's why it got hit.

My mates died over a drug war.

Why'd you run from
the village, Rashid?

I told you, I was scared.

Of what? A raid?

Or the rival drug cartel
that were running the town?

Do you run drugs, Rashid?

I did. Before.

Before what?

Before I was an interpreter.

Before I had a chance
of a way out.

That night, I was working
for the Australian Army,

but the village knew me
as a drug smuggler.

So what?

So you do not mix those worlds!

No. No, you're right.
You just lie about them, right?

What was I supposed to do?

Say, "Hey, I saw a war crime."

"Please believe me,
I'm a drug smuggler."

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I think you have
a credibility problem.

Because of what?

The Western ideas of
right and wrong.

Because they do not exist
in Afghanistan.

There is only survival.

Oh.

I did what I did for my family.

Everything has been
for my family.

Whoa.

Huh.
The XM7 assault rifle.

Set to replace the M4
in the US Army.

But it says the XM7 wasn't
issued to its first army unit

until 2023.

But Rashid said that
he got shot in 2020.

So how does a man get
shot by a bullet...

From a weapon that didn't exist?

Objective Arrowhead.

What happened after
the rocket strike?

-It's all in my after-action.
-We've heard different.

From who? Rashid?

What happened after the strike?

I was KO'd during the attack.

Blast shot out my optic nerves
and I woke up temporarily blind.

Best I can tell,

Yates and I were taken in
by nearby villagers.

Not Rashid?

Hell, no.

He sold us out.

How can you be so sure?

I was blind, not deaf.

What did you hear?

A family.

Only spoke Pashto.
I didn't understand them.

Describe them.

There was a... woman.

She would bring me food.

Change my dressings.

She was...

...kind.

Anyone else?

A little boy.

Loved to sing.

Each night,
I would dream about the attack,

just rolling nightmares.

But come morning...

...I'd hear that song...

...and I'd feel safe.

That's all I had.

Rashid?

What's he doing here?
Why is he here?

Henry, just hear him out.

-What are you doing here?
-Hear him out.

His name is Nasib.

He's my son.

I told him to sing to you.

No, it's impossible.

You tried to kill me.

No.

-You murdered Yates.
-Henry.

Henry. Rashid wasn't
trying to kill you.

What?

He saved your life.
He's telling the truth.

Where's your service jacket?

I sold it.

I needed the money.

To who?

'Sup, bitches?

Today I'm gonna be showing you
how to slay

in this chic-ass army jacket
straight from the front line.

Introducing Kayleigh Rain,

aka eBay user RainyKayKay.

Proud owner of
our elusive jacket.

Mm. And potential footage
of our war crime.

Bring her in.

I want that jacket.

Copy that, boss.

Hey, Dayna's running late.

She got caught up
with her daughter.

But our Pentagon request
came through.

There was an advanced release
of the XM7 rifle

to select elite
US units in 2020.

We know which units?

Classified.

So a US military rifle
shot Rashid.

Does that make the drugs in
the village American drugs?

And if so,
why bomb your own supply?

Hello? Kayleigh?

♪ Donny Baker's "Pulse" ♪

♪ Down for the count

♪ It's like one, two,
three, four five... ♪

Kayleigh.

We're federal agents.

You okay?

Why? Do I not look okay?

-Did you see who attacked you?
-No!

Check it out.

Incision is where Rashid said,
behind the rank slide.

What about the SD?

We're too late. It's gone.

Blue managed to find...
um, uh...

I managed to find
pieces of skin tissue

from Yates's fingernails
unaffected by bleach.

So whose is it?

It's more
whose it isn't.

No hits on DNA.

It's not Rashid's.

Still won't be enough to clear
Rashid of Yates's murder.

If we don't have
anything more concrete,

our options are the same.

We deport him back
to Afghanistan

where he's on
a Taliban kill list...

Or extradite him to Gitmo.

In further bad news,
Rashid's photo fit of The Ghost.

Ran it through every facial rec
database I could,

but unfortunately no dice.

He's not her boss.

Dayna's been lying to us
since the beginning.

She sold us out.

Everything we know, she's
funneled back to The Ghost.

And he's here
in Sydney.

State Police saw Dayna's car
enter from the south.

I don't get it.

What does Dayna gain
by working with The Ghost?

Let's find out.

I've got her. By the café.

Hold positions.

She's meeting someone.

Might be handing off
with The Ghost.

Wait,
I've lost visual.

Anybody got eyes on?

I'm on her.

D, with Evie.

No! No, stop!

I had no choice.
I had no choice.

No choice?

You covered up a war crime.

You don't understand.

He took her.

-Who?
-Rebecca, my daughter.

Stop.

Look.

He's gonna kill her.

Say hi to Mommy.

When was this sent?

An... an hour ago.

He said he would
send the address

once he got the SD card
and was clear.

Hey, what's she standing on?

It's a bomb.

She steps off, it explodes.

Trains. She's under the station.

Trigger, I need the schematics
for the tunnels under Central.

Please, I need to help.
I need to...

I need to help!

We'll bring her back.

Where's our guy?

Baseball cap,
leather jacket.

The Ghost who walks.

Rebecca?

-I'm in here!
-Evie.

Slowly. Don't spook him.

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Here! Hurry!

Hey! Hey! How's it going?
How's it going?

I'm Special Agent
Deshawn Jackson.

You can call me D.

Everything's gonna be good,
I promise.

Look, this is Evie.

-She's a total pro.
-Hi, baby.

She's gonna be taking care
of you, okay? Okay.

All right, what am I looking at?

Pressure plate bomb.

There's a screw at the top of
the dial running a wire.

She steps off, dial hits
the screw, triggers the bomb.

Well, can't we just
replace the weight?

You know, get her off
and then figure it out later?

No. It could be a come-on.

Show me the back.

Okay, I really need you to hold
your breath. Be still, okay?

Old panel, new screws.

Okay, I need you to remove it.

D? Knife.

Don't look down.
Don't look down. Look at me.

I don't know how much
longer I can stand here!

All good. You're doing
everything all right.

Easy, easy.

The panel could be rigged.

You like ice cream?

-Yeah.
-What's your favorite ice cream?

You like chocolate? Okay.
Promise we'll go get chocolate.

Oh, yeah.

Game on, baby.

He's made us.

Trigger, EMT to my beacon now.

Hey, look at me. My name's JD.

I'm a cop, okay? I'm gonna
take a look at you, all right?

I'm gonna have a look
at your leg.

Yes, please.
No, no, no, no.

He's nicked the femoral artery.

If I take my hand off,
she's gonna bleed out.

Okay.
It's okay. Look at me, okay?

Deep breaths for me.
Deep breaths, okay? You're okay.

We have the ambulance
on the way.

I can't see the explosives,
but, um,

there's a wire that, um...

It runs down the back.

You're okay.
You're good.

-It's all good.
-Trigger!

Give me a sec.

Oh, come on. Aren't you
supposed to be a bomb tech?

Well, I'm an ex-bomb tech.

Oh, yeah?
Talk me through the ex part?

I failed the psych.

You failed the psych?

It's nothing.

They were concerned that
I might have a death wish.

Oh, great.

I'm getting bomb disposal advice

from some Hurt Locker reject
with a death wish.

Might. Might have a death wish.

Okay, you see that red wire?

Yeah.

Pull it.

No!

Seriously, just rip it out.

Or don't.

You do you.

But, uh... I'm confident
that's not a bomb.

And my confidence in you
isn't very high right now.

-Look, Evie...
-Breathe.

..part of my gig
is understanding

the psychology of
the bomb maker.

This bad boy's already achieved
its purpose - to turn Dayna.

The Ghost gains nothing
from blowing up some kid.

Trust me.

Okay, on the count of three,

I want you to close
your eyes, okay?

-Mm-hm.
-One.

Two.

Three.

Yeah, we're okay. Okay.

We're good, okay?

Okay, so now I'm gonna
need you to climb off, okay?

Nice and slowly.

Gonna have to get you
that ice cream now, okay?

You good, E?

Stop! NCIS!

Mackey!

It was a very simple task.
Bring me an HVT.

Instead, I get a war crime.

Just playing it as it lays, sir.

And you played it very well.

The SD card leaves no doubt

Ghost and his team were behind
the massacre in Afghanistan.

I'm guessing the Pentagon
and the intelligence community

are denying The Ghost?

They haven't been informed yet.

Why is that?

Because when I started
asking questions,

I got iced out of meetings.

Whatever this is,
my sense is it runs deep.

Are you saying we drop it?

I'm saying we keep
our powder dry

till we know
who we're shooting at.

Are we understood?

What about Rashid
and the visas for his family?

Being fast-tracked as we speak.

But don't take my word for it.

All right, thanks. Bye.

State Police
have processed Dayna.

She will be charged with
the assault on Kayleigh,

but they'll show some leniency.

Of course...

A recommendation from NCIS
might help.

Way ahead of you.

Light touch.

Oh, who knows?

With that little
vote of confidence,

you two might be working
together again after all.

Maybe she could replace you,
Blue Eyes.

There's no replacing
old Blue Eyes.

The truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

Okay! Go, Blue.

Where are you at with
The Ghost's phone?

Good. So I was able to...

Trigger was able to
get into the phone.

Um, I'm actually about
to start the download now,

if you wanna come check it out.

I'll catch you up.

There actually
wasn't much on it.

Huh. What is it?

It's a kill list.

They're targets.

Whoever The Ghost is working for
was covering their tracks,

killing anyone who knew
something about that village.

If you want, I can comb
through all this overnight.

Go home, Blue.

It's good to have you back.

Hypothetically.