All language subtitles for NCIS Sydney 3x06inga

- Ooh!
- Bloody hell!

You heard of looking both ways?

- You right, mate?
- No, don't touch me!

- Keep away!
- Easy!

I just wanna make sure you're okay.

What's your name?

No, get back!

Okay. We're cool.

I'm Constable Perri.

Can I call someone? Get you a cab?

Hey, don't touch me!

Mate! Mate, can you hear me?

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Ugh!

We've been over this, D.

- Not in the workplace.
- What?

Oh, grow up, Evie.

Oh, says the man playing with a toy.

Says the man about to crack
the puzzle box,

thereby taking title of office genius.

Office genius?

- According to who?
- Trigger.

It's my custom design.

Rewards unconventional thinking
and reduces stress.

Oh, I'm about to shoot this thing! Ugh!

The hell is this? NCIS playgroup?

I was asked to earn my keep.

Ah.

Fine. So, what does it do?

It reduces stress.

Mm-hm.

I gave my nephew one of these

for his sixth birthday.

See, they look hard,
but there's nothing to it.

I'll show you.

All you do...

Double cogs.

Wind them and then... Ah!

If that doesn't work,
it's the old triple cog, right?

I've got police things to do anyway.

In order to open the box,
one must think outside the box.

Oh.

A Zen approach.

Evie Cooper specialty.

Usually works on TVs.

And snarky partners.

Gear up.

Dead US Navy scientist.

Box stays here.

She'll be waiting for you
when you get back.

Oh!

Dr. Alan Bridges was a scientist

with the US Navy Medical Service Corps.

Hm, latest smartwatch.

Health first.

Wimbledon second.

Come on, move, will ya?

Someone woke up on the wrong
side of the autopsy table.

Flight of steps worth of
blunt force trauma.

You thinking likely cause of death, Doc?

Uh, you should stick with
the cop stuff, Sherlock.

He's got a subcutaneous
hemorrhagic rash.

If you look closely, you can see
he was bleeding from his gums.

His blood wasn't clotting properly.

It means something else was going on.

First fatality?

No amount of training prepares you.

You did everything right,
mate, you understand?

Did he seem drunk? Or high, maybe?

Maybe.

He was disorientated, paranoid.

Extremely agitated.

- Was he scared?
- No.

He was terrified.

Dr. Alan Bridges.

Officer with the Medical Service Corps.

Part of the US Navy Force's
Health Protection Team,

specializing in entomology.

The Navy does bug health now?

What was he doing here?

Special-duty assignment.
Came out six months ago.

Other than that, no details.

Then get on to his CO and find me some.

What about his phone?

Access denied.

High-level 256-bit encryption.

Whatever is on that phone,
he didn't want anyone to see.

We find out whether Alan
was on anything at the time?

Toxicology shows no traces
of alcohol or drugs.

Alan was sober as a seal.

So why was Dr. Bug bugging out?

Behold! The Doc's tox.

You could have sent them by email.

Yes, but you hate email.

Remember when we tried
to clear your spam folder?

All those lonely Russian women.

Do you have the results or not?

Yes. Sorry. Alan was sober.

Thank you. That's all.

Oh, bloody hell.

Bluebird, what are you doing there?

Just stand back.

What? What? What's wrong, Doc?

Wash your hands. Do not touch your face.

What? What?

- Blue, sink, now!
- Okay, sorry!

- That would be the...
- Biohazard alarm.

I was hoping you weren't gonna say that.

- Call Hazmat and the NCDC now.
- Doc?

If the fall hadn't have killed
this guy, he'd be dead already.

He's showing signs of
advanced hemorrhagic fever.

What are we talking, Rosie?

It could be anything.
Typhoid, dengue, yellow fever.

And we've both been exposed.

Special Agent Mackey?

Dr. Ben Kaplan, head of

the National Centre of Disease
Control's Rapid Response Team.

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

So preliminary diagnostics
on the deceased

returned a positive for Ebola.

Sorry, I thought you just said Ebola.

First recorded case in this country.

Contact tracing and containment
protocols are in effect.

Prime Minister's being briefed.

Uh, two of my team were in
with the body during autopsy.

Are they...

Ebola is transmitted via bodily fluids.

It appears both your team
came in close contact.

Well, when will we know?

Symptoms typically develop
as soon as 48 hours.

We'll keep testing.

What about treatment?

We're doing everything we can.

Okay, um, well,

we'll get on to Immigration

and try and find out where
Alan might have gotten it.

We already did.

Dr. Bridges hasn't left the country

since he arrived here six months ago.

You're saying he contracted
the virus in Australia?

So he might not be patient zero.

We need access to his workplace.

Yeah, join the club.

The details of his assignment
are under wraps.

Our national health trumps
your national security.

Trust me, we're working on it.

Look, my priority right now
is containment.

I need everything there is
to know about Dr. Alan Bridges

and fast.

Thanks, Tom.

The cop who gave Alan CPR.

The monoclonal antibodies
will stop the virus progressing.

Unless we've got Ebola.

In which case it is as useless
as the letter 'G' in lasagna.

Um, how long do we need to be here?

48 hours, to be on the safe side.

But we'll need to monitor your
symptoms for the next 21 days.

Doc, you should let
the nursing home know

that you won't be in for a while.

Rosie.

Alice will be worried
if you don't show up.

Why don't you focus your efforts

on hacking that fitness gadget,
Bluebird?

You can hack those things?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're, um...

They're a lot less secure
than people think.

The encryption
on this device is pretty good,

but if I piggyback a file
from this little guy,

then a back door opens on reboot

and, presto!
I get full access to Alan's vitals.

I need you to keep track
of your temperatures

and to alert my team
if they start to spike.

- Yep.
- You just need to use...

I'm a doctor.
I'm sure I can work it out.

Sorry.

You right, mate?

No, don't touch me! Keep away!

Good. All right.

That was Medical Service Corps.

That special assignment Alan was
selected for? It's classified.

Well, have his CO read us in.

He can't. He doesn't have the authority.

The hell he doesn't. I'll call
SecNav right now if I have to.

Boss, it's not a US Navy project.

Alan was loaned out.

Okay, so we speak to the CO.

Already tried that.

CO has no idea what Alan was tasked with

and no direct contact for the project.

Alan's bank statement might help.

- What is Racquetinos?
- It's a tennis club.

Mr. Ebola played three sets
the day before he died.

How is that possible? He would
have been too sick to move.

Loop Disease Control in.

We need to update their contact tracing.

And find out who Alan
was playing tennis with.

Alan has to know he has Ebola.

Why else is he acting like that?

Why is he there? I think I have
Ebola, I'm calling an ambulance.

I'm calling the Department of Health.

Hell, I'm calling
Nurse Jackie and House,

just to be on the safe side.

You know what I'm not doing

is hanging about
the top of the Hickson Steps

while my organs liquefy.

♪ Don't worry

♪ About a thing ♪

♪ 'Cause every little thing ♪

♪ Is gonna be all right ♪
♪

♪ Don't worry... ♪

Bluebird, you sound like
a broken record.

It's positive manifestations.

Would you prefer Marty Robbins?

I'd prefer silence.

Winner, winner, chicken parmigiana!

I'm into Alan's watch.

Wow!

This is what I call a super smartwatch.

Blood pressure. Oxygen sat levels.

Temperature. It even traces
heart rate abnormalities, Doc.

Doc, look at th...

So I did as you asked.

I opened my little black book

and floated the existence
of the SD footage past

some people with deep roots in
the military contractor world.

I'm monitoring for any fallout,

but given the type of people
we're talking about,

we may not see it
till it's too late.

Make no mistake, Agent Mackey.

You're kicking the hornet's nest.

Perri's been moved to
the biocontainment center.

- Is his family with him?
- Wife's on the way.

Blue?

Hey, so I accessed
Alan's smartwatch.

This gives us a timeline
of Alan's health.

He has an average resting
heart rate of 59 bpm,

which is in
the extremely healthy range.

- How long ago is this?
- Earlier this morning.

How's that even possible?

Alan had advanced-stage Ebola.

He should have been showing
flu-like symptoms for weeks.

Blue, fast-track to
when his temp started to spike.

Blue.

Huh? Yes. Sorry. Um...

Okay, here. 9:08am.

Alan's body temperature
goes from 37.3 to... 40

within 30 minutes.

His heart rate skyrockets
and his oxygen levels plummet.

Evie, where was Alan at 0900?

Uh, according to bank statements,

he made a purchase
at a cafe shortly before.

At the convention center in Barangaroo.

What kind of convention?

Oceania Defence Summit.

Okay, find out what
he was doing there and...

Let NCDC know.

Yeah, I'm catching on.

Heads up. Kaplan coming online.

PCR tests are back
on the Ebola samples.

Is it a strain we have antibodies for?

No, I'm afraid not.

We've never seen
anything like it.

We ran a genome sequencing test

and the virus seems to have

jumped several
evolutionary steps.

Meaning what?

Meaning it's been
genetically engineered.

Man-made.

Most strains have an incubation
period between two and 21 days.

But between our
initial AI modeling

and Alan's contact tracing,

we estimate this strain
incubates within hours.

And the fatality rate?

What we're dealing with
is a virus that could kill

within six to eight hours,
for which we have no treatment.

I gotta go.

Guys?

- What is it, Blue?
- It's Doc.

I think he has Ebola.

All non-essential staff...

Coming through! Open up, please!

Repeat,
containment protocols active.

How's the patient?

I was with him
barely two hours ago

and now he's like that.

How do we contain something
this aggressive?

We'll need to just
keep monitoring him.

That's the best
we can do for now.

Is he gonna be okay?

Best chance he has
is in here with my team.

Follow me.

This is you.

Doc's stable.

He's, uh, surrounded by
the best team in the country.

Macka, it kills in six hours
with no effective treatments.

That we know of.

But if it's been created in a lab,

then maybe whoever created it...

...developed a treatment to go with it.

Yeah.

A lot of people have trouble
wrapping their heads around

the use of entomology
in the military -

my father included.

The aeronautical industry
has been taking inspiration

from the natural world
since it began.

And the natural world
doesn't cease to exist

just because there's a war.

What do you got?

Footage of Alan's talk at the
defense summit this morning.

Here's where it gets interesting.

And I go, "Dad, how are you
gonna defeat the Taliban

"when you're being medevaced
out with Lyme disease

"'cause you've been
bitten by a tick?"

I'm sorry, I...

Wait, roll it back.

...bitten by a tick?

Dr. Bug got bit by a bug?

I'm sorry, I...

The bug could still be there.

He looks scared.

Where'd he go after this?

Nowhere fast.

Parking lot CCTV picked up

Alan sitting in his car
for an hour and 20 minutes.

Doing what?

He just sits there for

the most part, makes a few calls,

then drives to the steps
where we found him.

- Who'd he call?
- No way to tell.

He was using an encrypted app.

Blue's trying to crack it.

I've got the name of
Alan's tennis partner.

Farah Knight.

Disease Control tested and cleared her.

- Send her address to my phone.
- Mm-hm.

JD, with me. Evie, Deshawn,
bring me that bug.

Remind me, how exactly is this
gonna stop a pandemic?

Insects do not carry Ebola.

You seem a little
closed-minded, D.

Why don't you try opening up,
you know?

Think outside the box.

Stick to your day job.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

It's certainly outside the box.

Farah Knight?

I can't believe it.

I was only playing tennis
with him yesterday.

What is it you do, Ms. Knight?

Farah, please.

And right now, my job is to walk
him around the park twice a day.

I'm a scientist.

Currently looking for work,
if you guys hear of anything.

What's your area of specialty?

Robotics.

Is that how you know Alan?

So an entomologist and
a roboticist walk into a bar.

What happens next?

I can't discuss that.

Why not?

Because my former employer
wouldn't approve,

and I have better places
to pass my next 35 years

than in a six-by-eight jail cell.

Who's your former employer?

You'd have our complete discretion.

Between your complete discretion
and the National Security Act,

I know which way I'm going.

My hands are tied.

Alan's death might be the first of many.

You understand me?

We have two other people

fighting for their lives as we speak.

You can help.

Do you mind?

You didn't get this from me.

Promise me you won't
take no for an answer.

For Alan's sake.

You know who you've called,

and if you don't, you shouldn't
be allowed to use a phone.

Rosie, please pick up the phone.

I really need to hear
your voice right now.

A thumbs-down emoji would
do it for me right now, Doc.

Please, can you just
please call me back?

Doc?

Uh, no, Trigger.

Hansel and Gretel
are standing by too.

How you doing, Blue?

Do you guys need me
to help with something?

I'm just sending the feed
to your laptop now.

Remember when you
gave me the lesson

on your stereomicroscope?

Check this out.

Is that a mosquito?

An Aedes aegypti, to be exact.
All 18mm of him.

One big-ass tropical mosquito
that didn't exist in Sydney...

...until now.

We think that's how
Alan got Ebola.

By a mosquito bite?
Mosquitoes don't carry Ebola.

It appears this guy
didn't get the memo.

I don't know how.

Trigger managed to do a PCR test.

Test confirmed it.

It's the same
genetically engineered strain

that killed Alan.

Clock's ticking, Blue.

Disease Control are en route
to take possession of the bug.

Okay, well, then

we've gotta make sense of it
before they get there.

Trigger, put on a thermal filter lens.

Now punch in.

It's a nanochip.

In a bug?

Yeah, it's called
biohybrid technology,

but this seems super advanced.

They implant a microchip at pupae stage

so when the insect develops
into an adult,

you can control where it flies.

And if you can
control where it flies,

you can control where it lands.

- Right?
- And who it lands on.

Right.

Wait, for real?

Alan was killed by
an Ebola-carrying mosquito

that could be flown like a drone?

Copy that.

Yeah. I know how that sounds.

Sounds like murder.

Hmm.

Can I help you?

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

This is Sergeant Dempsey, AFP.

We're here about Dr. Alan Bridges.

I'm sorry, there's no one
by that name working here.

Try again or I'll call the media

and let them know who's responsible for

Australia's very first Ebola outbreak.

Dr. Harry Freeland.

I'm the project manager.
Pleased to meet you.

Wish it was under better circumstances.

- Can I ask how you found us?
- Sure.

Once you tell us who exactly we found.

Follow me, please.

You're in a satellite lab for

the Defense Advanced Research
Projects Agency.

You're from DARPA?

It's the top-secret R&D arm
of the US military.

Gave us everything from the
internet to the hydrogen bomb.

I wasn't aware you guys
were in Australia.

Officially, we're not.

I knew something was wrong.

I heard Alan bombed at the conference.

When I couldn't get a hold of him, I...

We need to know what
Alan was working on here.

You don't have the clearances.

Your friend died

with an infectious disease
we believe came from this lab.

Our friend is about to die
of the same thing.

'Clearance' is not a word
I care about right now.

The infection
couldn't have come from here.

Our biosecurity is at the highest level.

Alan was patient zero

and we don't believe
he got it by accident.

Someone intentionally gave it to
him using a dronified mosquito.

Sound familiar?

Alan was working on Project 212.

It was a team of three.

A roboticist, a virologist
and an entomologist, Alan.

So who's the virologist?

I am.

This way.

Let me show you something.

Welcome to the vault.

This is Morris Zucker, our roboticist.

He implanted the nanochips.

Take a look.

Just to be clear, that doesn't have

Ebola in it, does it?

Of course not.

Project 212 is about delivering help

to people impacted by
natural disaster and war.

Our biohybrids
are loaded with medicines,

vaccines, antibodies.

They're not bioweapons.

Except for the one that bit Alan.

Speaking of which...

...the antibodies are in here.

So you have the treatment, then.

They should be here.

No, it's not possible.
I... I don't understand.

Who has access to this room?

Only Alan, Morris and me.

I'll need your access logs and CCTV.

Neither of you are to leave.

We need those antibodies.

37.2.

You're not out of the woods yet,
but it's a good sign.

Okay, and how's Doc?

Your friend is
refusing treatment.

He's what?

IV, pain meds, everything.

He won't sign the consent form.

We can't help him until he does.

- No, you...
- I'm really sorry.

Glades View Nursing
Home. How can I help you?

Hi. Can I please speak to Alice Penrose?

So why was Alan targeted by

an Ebola-loaded mosquito created by you?

Wait, you think I killed Alan?

- Did you?
- God, no.

I only just joined the team.

I barely knew the guy!

How's this work?

How do you control the mosquito?

You need a controller,

eyes on, that's... that's it.

You were at the conference, weren't you?

So what? So were plenty of people.

Explain this, then, hmm?

Huh?

Oh, sorry, found it
on your social media.

Keen bike rider, huh?

It was taken from
the building's security cameras.

Same helmet, same swipe card.

Early this morning,
before the conference.

You wanna tell us why you stole
the bug, Morris, hmm?

You steal those antibodies too?

Look, last night, I lost my pass.

I was at the Royal Hotel,

it was in my jacket pocket.

So you think someone stole it?

By that guy. That's who
you should be talking to.

...Lyme disease 'cause
you've been bitten by a tick?

Boom.

Point of impact.

Wait, is he controlling the bug?

Doesn't look like it.

Evie.

Morris's alibi checks out.

He was turfed from
the Royal Hotel

at 3am, after he abused the bar staff.

We've also trawled the CCTV
from the conference.

- Did Morris have eyes on Alan?
- Yeah.

But he didn't have the device
in his hands.

So who was controlling the bug?

Far as we can tell,

nobody else in that room
could have had access.

What about Farah and Harry?

Farah wasn't at the conference.

Contact tracing puts her
at a cafe at the time.

And Harry was in the lab.

Could either of them have been
operating it off-site?

Disease Control examined
the nanochip in the mosquito.

To control it, you need
to be within a 10K radius.

Neither Harry or Farah
were close enough.

Out of sight, out of range.

Out of suspects.

Containment protocol active.

Repeat,
containment protocols active.

Authorized personnel only.

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ About a thing ♪
♪

♪ Every little thing ♪

♪ Is gonna be all right ♪
♪

Ohh, Bluebird. You...

You can't be here.

Promise not to lick
your eyeballs.

Go. Now. It's not safe.

No, no, no. What are you doing? No.

Sign this and I'll put it back on.

Come on.

There's no treatment.

For what? For the virus?

Or for losing Alice?

I rang the nursing home.

When did she pass?

You have to leave.

Not until you sign this.

Doc, please.

Doc, please. Please don't leave me.

Please.

- Please...
- What are you doing in here?

- Don't leave me, Doc.
- Put that mask back on!

Don't die on me, you old bastard!

Hello?

Farah, this is Special Agent Mackey.

I need to know why you left Project 212.

I told you, I can't answer that.

I'll make it simple.
I'm gonna say a word.

If that's the reason you left,

hang up and I'll have my answer.

Bioweapon.

Project 212 wasn't creating medicines.

It was developing a biological weapon.

The US Government's contravening

the Biological Weapons Convention?

You think that's why Alan was killed?

Yeah.

Maybe he was gonna talk.
Maybe he was silenced.

Whistleblower or not,
he still helped make it.

Maybe that's why he was at the stairs.

He wasn't going for help.

Help was coming to him.

That's who he was on
the phone to at the car park.

Hey, DeShawn, pull up Perri's body cam.

There.

Can you fast-forward?

Okay, there.

Look at Alan's eyes.

He sees something

over Perri's shoulder.

You think someone was delivering
Alan the antibodies?

Yeah. I think Perri might have seen who.

You didn't have to...
dress up... on my behalf.

Mate, there was
a moment on your body cam

where Alan saw something
over your shoulder.

Do you know what
he was looking at?

A car.

Did you see the driver?

Doctor, nurse, I need some help!

Please, I need help!

Coming through! Make way!

Help's coming. Doctor's coming.

Sir, I need you to leave.

Audi. Black SUV.

J... S... C...

Sir, stand back.

Thank you.

Oxygen sats dropping.

BP through the roof.
We're losing him!

Blood.

Go, go, go.

On my count.

I'm losing him! We're losing him!

Evie, I need you to run
a search on a partial plate.

J-S-C. Black Audi SUV.

He's flatlining.

Here they are.

We got a hit on
the black SUV. It's Harry's.

So was Harry bringing Alan
the antibodies?

He must still have them.
Why lie about that?

Evie, run a trace
on Harry's phone and car.

Find him.

I might have something.

DARPA finally released
their files on Project 212.

They never approved the engineering

of any new viral strains of Ebola.

They were only supposed
to be using existing ones.

- Let me grab that.
- Yeah.

So either DARPA is lying or Harry is.

Play it out.
Harry is the project manager.

He controls his team,
he issues instructions.

And he's the only one who could engineer

the new strain of virus.

DARPA wasn't building a bioweapon.

Harry was.

Okay.

So is he planning to use it or sell it?

I'm not waiting around to find out.

We need to get back in that lab.

You're kidding me.
Disease Control is on site.

The mosquitoes and vials
containing the virus,

they're gone.

So is Harry.

Phone's off. BOLO's out on his car.

The mosquitoes are chipped.

To be driven,
they'd need some sort of GPS.

Find the bugs, find Harry.

But you need Morris for that,
and he's lawyered up.

Morris isn't the only one
who knows how they work.

With me.

Morris said the
technology's already at beta.

- Well, then ask Morris.
- I'm asking you.

Is there any way we can trace them?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Please, Farah, okay?

A young cop is dead from Ebola

and our colleague isn't far behind.

What about the antibodies?

They've been stolen,

along with the mosquitoes and the Ebola.

By who?

Harry.

He and Alan were working
together off-book.

What?

It's not a DARPA project?

Never was.

Okay. Um...

When I programmed the nanochips
in the mosquitoes,

I left a back door in the software.

So you can remotely track them?

I need that back door, Farah.

Many thousands of lives
could be in the balance here.

Tell us how to track those mosquitoes.

Give me your phone.

Not exactly my first pick
for an arms deal.

Maybe he's planning on using it.

On who? It's 6pm.
Half the shops are shut.

Why here, Trigger?

What makes this building special?

It boasts the world's first
vegan-only food court.

Trigger, focus.

It also has a helipad on the roof.

Harry!

Harry!

There's nowhere to run, Harry.

Put down the container.

Put it down!

Get back. All of you!

- Hey.
- Get back!

- Harry! Harry!
- Hey, hey! Listen to me.

You don't wanna do that, mate.

You get that chopper back here now.

Or I dump it all.

There's no backups.

You stay back.

- It's over, Harry.
- Stay back!

And I won't lie to you - there
will be repercussions, okay?

Big ones.

But the one thing you have
going for you right now

is in your hand.

You can save lives.

I know you didn't kill Alan.

The hospital. Go!

Hands behind your back.

Dr. Penrose.

This is your best chance
for surviving.

But first, I need your consent.

X marks the spot.

That'll do.

Come on. Up.

Up, up.

Oh! Is your colleague gonna be okay?

I think so. Doc's too stubborn
to die just yet.

Ah.

Thank God for back doors, huh?

I mean, how else would you have
landed that mosquito on Alan

at the summit, right?

I took that job at DARPA because
I wanted to make a difference.

When I realized it wasn't about
that, I had to do something.

You could have blown the whistle.

I tried, believe me!

You ever feel the full weight of

the National Security Act, Agent Mackey?

I can imagine.

Yeah, it scared the hell out of me.

I honestly thought about

just crawling back under my rock

and forgetting all about it.

But science is the search for truth.

And I couldn't run from that.

I had to raise the alarm somehow.

So you made Alan patient zero,

hoping he'd start an investigation

big enough to expose the project.

The calculus was simple.

Infect one person in a country

with the resources
to contain an outbreak,

or do nothing and let it run rampant

in a country where they don't.

That's a hell of a call.

Two people died
because of that calculus.

But what if those two lives
could have saved millions?

What would you have done?

Sometimes there's no
good choice, Agent Mackey.

Hands.

Catch.

Whole garage and this is
the first thing you make?

And I see no one managed to open it.

Open it? No.

Crack it?

Yes.

It's not supposed to open, is it?

A box that's impossible to open.

Says a lot about the maker.

Hmm.

And the person who figures it out.

Real knows real.

What?

You're feeling better, then!

You're a damn fool.

Exposing yourself like that.

The virus is transmitted
through bodily fluids.

It's not airborne.

So I took a chance.

Hmm.

Bloody idiot.

Much better!