All language subtitles for NCIS Sydney S03E10

How'd you get here, sir? Go on.

In you get.

Oi!

Someone there?

Take the shot, bro.

Come on.

Damn. All right.

And for the gas.

Okay.

Out,

Sarge. I'll be pulling the hamstring as
a matter of priority.

Limp off with whatever dignity you have
left.

I'm just warming up. Check this.

Let's get it.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for NCIS Sydney.

Yeah, you found us.

Hard at work as usual.

What can I help you with?

Actually, it's how I can help you.

Some

partner

you are.

Why don't you remind me this was
happening?

How's that my job?

And why would you need reminding anyway?

so I could time my life -threatening
illness to land today.

Oh, scared of a little mandatory HR
seminar?

Literally my worst nightmare.

You reap what you sow, girl.

So, why are we all here?

Why are you here?

Because I didn't know you were coming.

Tumour. Essential in the workplace.

And who knows what IWC stands for?

Yes.

Improving workplace culture.

Gold star for you, young lady.

Now, before we get started, I would like
to go around the room so that everybody

can introduce themselves to the team.

We, uh, already know each other.

Sorry. Wrong building.

I'll start.

My name's Janelle, and I'm a culture
change champion.

Who's next?

Yes. My name is Deshawn Anthony Jackson
and I'm a virgin.

Are you kidding me? Excuse me.

Safe space, remember?

Thank you for sharing, Deshawn.

And who do we have here?

Don't worry about me. I'm not meant to
be here. I should go.

I'm sensing vulnerability.

What's your name, handsome?

Trigger.

Of course.

Completely understand. Take your time.
We can come back to you.

And what about you?

You seem to be way older than everyone
else here. Perhaps you can start.

Yeah, my name's Jim Dempsey, and I've
got a very important work call to make.

J .D.? Where the hell are you?

I'm at the dentist.

And I'm in culture change hell, where
you should be. By the way, you organise

it. You've got a show.

I'm in the chair already.

Offer my apologies.

Offer them yourself. You're the boss.

I'll do it online.

Mecca, what's going on?

Sorry, Jim.

Hold the fort.

I'll make it up to you. Gotta go.

For the record, I don't make a habit of
withholding from my team.

I'm sure they'll understand.

You got a picture?

Wow. Last time I saw Miles, he was all
zits and braces.

He's not your little boy anymore, huh?

Tell me about it.

When was the last time you spoke with
him?

About two days ago.

Angie and I flew in from Singapore to
take him and his girlfriend out for

for his 21st birthday.

And how was he then?

I don't know.

He didn't show up.

To his own 21st?

And now neither of them are answering
their cells.

Got their moms worried.

And you're not?

Oh, come on. He's on a year -long
surfing safari.

Probably doesn't even know what month it
is, right?

Have you reached out to local law
enforcement? I prefer not to make a big

out of this.

But you're okay with me lying to my team
while I sort it out?

I'm okay with asking you for a favor.

Have you at least pulled his phone
records?

I'll pull my own son's phone logs. I
risk turning this into something that

not. Not that big a deal.

Not to say that you couldn't, of course.

You're low profile.

Low profile.

Right. I'm staying at the Grand Horizon
Hotel. Call me when you have anything.

And remember, it's really... Not a big
deal.

Yeah, I got it.

That was a dentist.

Crushed it.

How's poster change training?

I'm a change man, don't you tell?

Obviously not if you track me here.

Tide have got cavities too.

Role play is a useful tool to help us to
walk in other people's shoes.

Has no one heard of tinea?

You're deflecting.

Which is why you can start.

Yeah, she does that.

Ma 'am, I'm not a deflector, you know.
I'm more of a receiver.

Makes you her perfect partner, then.

Is there a different scenario?

This one doesn't seem super realistic.

It's not meant to be.

This is an exercise in how we react to
unexpected circumstances.

Action! Me and the guys are going to
grab a drink after work if you want to

join. No.

Me neither. Bye. Great. Go deeper.

Read the card again, and this time, make
it more believable.

Good luck with that.

We're not moving on until it feels real.

I, um...

I've been meaning to tell you that.

I think you're super hot and cool.

I think your haircut is dope.

I really don't mind you eating my food
at work.

Office romance? IRL?

So what?

So what do you think?

Me, you, a lot of roses, a dozen
oysters.

What could go wrong?

How long have you gone?

Now we have unwanted intimacy.

This is amazing.

Is it just me or is Janelle into
unwanted intimacy a little too much?

Big question. What happens next?

You mean after I punch him?

Remind me again why we're not bringing
the others in on this.

Because they're busy changing their
workplace culture.

So it's got nothing to do with the fact
that it's the boss's son.

Yeah. Look, Carter's boy's missing and
his mom's worried.

I'm okay with helping him out on this
one.

Of course, if you want to go back and
lead the workplace culture change, I am

happy to call you a cab.

Let's go find the kid.

Okay, so Miles' last phone ping came
from a tower just outside the Royal

National Park, which narrows it down to
about 150 square kilometers of bushland.

You pack a tent?

Getting much from the socials?

It's a whole bunch of FOMO.

Two -minute noodles and instant coffee
as we van our way from one perfect break

to the next.

What I wouldn't give to be 20 again,
right?

So, what do we know about the
girlfriend?

Sophie Palmer, 20 years old.

She likes beanies in all weather
conditions and socks with her

She and Miles been together long?

Yeah, about six months or so.

Looks like they hooked up in Bali late
last year.

Got a location on their last post?

Funny you should ask.

You've got to be kidding me, Australia.

Take a look. This place is sick.

Wow.

Why would you take a year off and hang
here?

I know, right?

Disgusting.

Find the van?

Check the car park.

No sign of it.

Anywhere to camp around here?

Hey. What do you know?

I know who I'm not going to try and
score weed from.

Any wife?

Not really.

Been blowing like this all week.

We're looking for a couple of kids.

Might have come through here.

Miles and Sophie, right?

You know them?

Camped alongside for a few nights.

Know where they are now?

No idea.

Heard them arguing, figured I'd give
them a little space. I went for a wave,

when I got back, the van had gone.

When was that?

Yesterday morning.

Did they mention where they were headed
to next?

Not to me.

Maybe ask Toby, who manages the
campsite.

Hey,

Toby,

is it?

I'm Jim Dempsey. This is my partner,
Michelle Mackey.

That bloody's on.

So, it's just like I told the copper on
the phone, right? I was just getting the

chooks back in when I noticed that
someone had flogged my jeans and my

off the line. The best flanny, mind you.

Flanny? It's a shirt.

Look, I'm sorry for your loss, but... I
think you're mistaking us for someone

who gives a... Well, we're not here for
your flanny.

Well, you're not cops.

We are. Well, what's the problem? I
mean, just take the evidence and find

whoever stole my stuff.

And by evidence, you mean...

Where'd you find these?

Over there where the trail starts.

Footprints.

Want to see where they go?

I'm more interested in where they came
from.

Two, one.

Wow, that was amazing.

That's the euphoria that comes with
trust.

I call it trust rush.

Nope, I'm not doing it.

Seen the movie, know how it ends.

Do you really think I'm going to drop
you?

Girl, I know you're going to drop me.

I detect trust issues.

Your partner needs some reassurance.

You're going to catch him, right?

100%. Or my name's not Deshawn Anthony
Jackson.

It's not.

What is it about Deshawn you don't
trust?

Are you serious?

Without trust, we can't move forward.

It's as simple as that.

Yeah, Janelle's right. That's what I
like to hear.

Let's get started.

Okay.

And three, two, one.

Did you oversold the trust verse, Blue?

Gotta bounce.

Save some change for me, yeah?

It's been real, y 'all.

And then there were three.

Give me a picture, Doc.

No, that's not a pretty one.

Multiple punctures, most likely caused
by this.

Defensive wounds?

Yeah, hands and forearms.

She fought back hard, but it's frenzied.

Passionate.

Personal. Yeah.

Got a TOD?

Well, discoloration and rigor mortis
suggest she's been dead 24 hours, give

take. Explains why they didn't make the
birthday dinner with Carter.

Hmm.

Found this in the glove box.

150 bucks, credit card still inside.

So between that and the crystal meth
rules out robbery.

So option A, two kids getting cozy,
having a smoke. They get lost in the

until someone sneaks up and attacks them
unprovoked.

But then doesn't rob them.

Sophie's killed.

Miles escapes.

Or option B, there is no third person.

And Miles off his head kills Sophie,
which is why he's now on the run.

For the record, I prefer option A.

Take a minute, do what you got to do,
then let's find the son of a bitch that

did this. I'm good, boss.

What do you need?

Start with a bolo on Miles Carter.

As in Miles, son of Ken Carter.

Drag the bush.

Find me something, anything that proves
this isn't death by boyfriend.

Where are you going?

I've got to let Carter know.

Sophie? Good to take a peek inside,
wouldn't it?

Bingo.

Whoa. What do you got?

Right around TOD. Someone's getting all
hot and spicy in Circus Tech.

And it's not Miles.

Who the hell is Aaron?

Looks like he's Sophie's ex before Mile
came onto the scene.

So why's he texting Sophie about having
sex just two weeks ago?

Well, quite the way with words.

Check Sophie's response.

Breaking up was the biggest mistake of
my life.

We belong together.

What's that sound like to you?

Sounds like the last thing a boyfriend
wants to read on his girlfriend's phone.

Bluebird! What? No, can I wait? I'm busy
changing my workplace culture.

Now!

BRB, Soz.

No,

just us.

That looks nasty.

You don't know the half of it.

How long for Prince?

An hour, if I wriggle. You've got ten
minutes.

This is Bluebird.

Hey, need you to take a dive into the
engagement on someone's social feed. Can

you do that?

Does the Pope sleep in the woods? Whose
feed?

Sophie Palmer.

A feed called Man Life Sophie Styles.

Anything that I should be looking for in
particular?

Find out who's been stalking posts about
Sophie's ex -boyfriend, Aaron.

That's it.

Not much to go on.

Look specifically at the activity of
Miles Carter.

Wait.

Miles Carter is... Boss's son.

Yeah.

Bummer.

Has her mom been notified?

I'm heading there next.

AFP has a grief counselor on me.

If there's anything I can do, let me
know. Anything at all.

There is something.

Does Miles have a history with drugs?

Didn't think to mention that to me when
Miles went AWOL. It wasn't relevant.

It is now.

We found drugs at the crime scene.

Miles had some issues with drugs in high
school.

What sort of issues?

Just teenage stuff. He moved into a
different school.

Things got better.

He thought he'd outgrown her.

But then he got busted dealing pot by
campus security in Georgetown. I

just move him to a different college
this time. So you suggested take a beat,

surfing, get things back on track.

He was doing great.

He met Sophie. He was surfing every day.

It felt like he turned a corner.

Which is why you were so concerned when
he stood you up for the birthday dinner.

You were worried he relapsed.

And if he had, what he might have done
as a result.

No matter what state Miles is in, he
isn't capable of hurting someone, let

someone he loves.

Either way, this is bigger than us now.

NCIS is along for the ride out of
professional courtesy. We can't be seen

taking a position here.

And I never asked you to.

Before NCIS, I was DEA.

My partner's boy got caught up in a bad
scene.

His dad came to me for help.

It was his boy. He just wanted it to go
away.

Did you help?

I didn't give him special treatment
then, and I'm not asking for it now.

My biggest concern is Miles' welfare.

Do what you have to do.

Talk to me, Blue.

Sorry, the analysis just... came in from
the prints on the murder weapon.

There's only one set.

Matched with the NCIC database from a
DUI back in the States.

A Miles Carter.

Evie also asked me to review Miss
Palmer's social feed for anyone lurking

posts featuring her ex -boyfriend around
the time of death.

Let me guess.

Miles Carter?

In a small piece of good news, we did
just get a hit on the bolo.

We found Miles?

Affirmative. Facial Rex pinged him 10
minutes ago in the lobby of the Grand

Horizon Hotel in Sydney.

What the hell?

I've had my team busting their asses
looking for your kid, and it turns out

with you? He literally just got here.
Oh, come on.

He ran for his life, okay, to me.

I was trying to calm him down when you
called me from the lobby.

Another minute, I'd have been calling
you first, not the other way around. Do

you respect?

You asked me to look for your kid on the
DL. You failed to mention a drug

history. Now I find his girlfriend in
the back of a van with his prints on the

murder weapon, and you don't call me the
minute you lay eyes on him?

You see how this looks, don't you?

I suggest you choose your next words
very carefully.

Why didn't you call the police?

I couldn't find my phone.

Why have I gone to the manager of the
campsite? Call for help from there. I

don't know, man.

I was scared.

I ran. I wasn't even thinking about
where I was going.

Yet you still had the presence of mind
to swap out of your clothes.

You used drugs, Moss?

I used to.

Yeah, back in the day.

It says here you dealt with them too.

You make me sound like Tony Montana who
was a bit of weed between friends.

Well, it says here that you assaulted
someone over a deal gone wrong.

Cost you your place at Georgetown.

You never did anything stupid when you
were young.

No, I didn't.

Not just when I was young either.

You take anything yesterday?

No, I don't do that anymore.

What about Sophie?

She doesn't.

Soph didn't do drugs.

So whose drugs did we find in the van
then?

What? You lie to me, kid, and I'll find
out.

This is what I do. No, no, no. I'm not
lying, sir. I promise.

So what's the last thing that you can
remember?

Soph and me, we're...

watching the sun come up.

I had tea, she had coffee.

We cuddled a bit.

Next thing I know, it's like noon and I
came to and she was...

herself was dead.

My sunrise was 7 a .m.

So that's five hours during which you
can't account for the things you did.

I know what I didn't do. I didn't kill
Sophie. Why would I?

Because you found out that Sophie had
recently hooked up with her ex

Aaron.

What?

No.

No, man, that didn't happen. Yeah, we
read the text messages between Sophie

Aaron.

And I think you did too. What messages?

We know that you're on her feet right
around the time that she died.

Checking out pics between Sophie and
Aaron from back in the day. No, I never

that. I want to speak with my dad.
You're speaking with me now.

And there's five hours that you can't
account for. So how do you know what you

did or didn't do?

That's Miles and Soph up in Bali.

Just after they met.

When was that?

Right last year.

Been inseparable ever since.

Do you know if they had any money
troubles?

Any reason someone might want to hurt
either of them?

They're just kids.

I hate to ask this, Ms. Palmer, but did
Sophie ever

do drugs?

We found narcotics at the crime scene
and were wondering if they belonged to

your daughter.

She told me the drugs weren't hers.

The drugs at the crime scene?

In Bali.

What happened in Bali?

There was an incident.

Drugs were found at the hostel that
Miles and Soph were staying at.

Both swore the drugs weren't theirs.

Local police got involved.

Indonesian drug lord.

Oh, I was so scared.

So we pulled some strings and got them
both out

quietly.

What kind of strings?

I never asked.

I'm so sorry.

Never asked who.

Miles' dad.

Apparently he works for the U .S.
government.

Sergeant Dempsey, you got a minute?

Bailey, state police are on their way to
take Miles into custody.

Jim, please, cop the cop.

Let me just sit with him until they
arrive.

I can't do that, sir.

Your boy's a murder suspect.

You've got to understand that. I do,
which is why you have to let me talk to

him. If he knows more, I have a better
chance of getting him to open up.

What have you got to lose?

I got five hours with no memory.

A lot can happen in five hours. Why
else? Dad, it's possible. No, it's not.

Don't say that.

So what then?

Why did I wake up?

Covered in blood, holding the murder
weapon.

I don't know.

You owe someone money.

You rip someone off on a score.

For real?

I told you, Bali scared me straight.

I'm clean.

Stop lying to me. I'm not lying. We
found drugs at the scene.

Local law enforcement at Inbound Sun. We
have a small window here. But I can't

help you if you won't level with me. You
can't help me.

Nothing you do will help.

Not this time.

Sophie's dead.

You can't fix that.

Got the tox results yet?

Um, nothing in Sophie's blood.

What about Miles' side?

No sign of amphetamine in his blood.

Nothing. So he's clean. No, I didn't say
that.

Any drugs present at the time of the
killing might have been metabolized

our sample was collected, which is why I
tested traces of urine I found on

Miles' bloody board shorts.

While he was passed out, he lost bladder
control.

Okay, cut to the chase, Doc. Was Miles
on any drugs at the time of the attack?

It's the million -dollar question.

Is my son a liar or not?

Well, Miles, there's the positive to
midazolam.

Which is? It's a class A restricted
drug.

It's a benzodiazepine.

So what, like Valium? It's much
stronger. It's used to support

But if it's taken on large enough doses,
it wipes the patient's memory during

sedation.

So what are you saying, Doc?

Miles was drugged by someone else?

He's saying Miles is telling the truth.

You've got to be kidding me, Australia.

Take a look. This place is safe.

Looks like we got ourselves a concert.

Stay tuned, my babe.

No way I'm buying this kid was about to
break up with my own.

She wasn't.

I got in contact with Sophie's ex,
Aaron.

He's been snowboarding in Canada for the
last four months.

Confirmed it with DFAT.

So there's no way they hooked up two
weeks ago?

Said he hasn't heard from Sophie in
months.

The text between them are fake?

Right down to someone changing Aaron's
contact in Sophie's phone.

So it's a dummy number.

A dummy number we can maybe trace.

Hey, Blue.

Need you to trace the number.

So the last thing Miles remembers is
watching the sun come up from the back

the van.

But the midazolam kicks in and he passes
out. At which point, someone attacks

Sophie.

Killer wipes the prints off the knife,
places it in Miles' hands.

Miles comes to a few hours later, freaks
out, runs it all tracks.

Everything except the why.

This is a sophisticated plot to frame
Miles for the murder of his girlfriend.

Who benefits from that?

Might be a question for Carter.

She ain't the big guy.

I thought it was with you.

This is Carter.

Someone's framing Miles, right?

Tell me something I don't know.

Why?

Sir, you gotta help me out here. Why is
someone trying to hurt your kid?

Sir?

Where are you?

Carter knows who framed Miles, but he
won't say who.

Why not?

Because he wants to find them first.

Lou, how long would it take Madazlan to
take effect?

As quickly as 15 minutes.

So Miles must have been drugged while he
was at the lookout.

Yep, with this.

The tea bag was loaded with Madazlan.

So either he brought the teabag with him
or he got it from someone else. Yes.

Who he must have been... Interacting
with prior to the crime, correct.

Or someone who was... Also at the
campsite, totally.

Thought we thought too.

We? Well, me and Mr Carter.

You spoke with Carter?

He called me like ten minutes ago.

Crazy, he's asking the same questions
you guys are.

Great minds, right?

What did he want?

Names and IDs of all the people that
were staying at the campsite on the day

the murder.

Wait. Give me everything you got on this
guy.

The surfer, dude.

No, why the hell would he want a free
miles?

Run facial rec.

Our resident surf bum is former DEA
special agent Lewis Clifford.

Arrested for obstruction of justice.

Says he buried evidence in a case
involving his son.

What? Whoa.

Son went to prison, where he died on
remand.

Who is the arresting officer?

Special Agent Ken Carter.

Lewis Clifford is his old partner.

This was never about killing Sophie and
framing Miles for it.

It's about getting Carter.

Blue, let's get a trace in his phone.

Hey, partner.

I'm a lot of things. Your partner's not
one of them.

How'd you screw up with your son?

Never could fight fair, huh?

Spoken like a man without a gun.

You got a problem with me, so you take
it out on my son.

I mean...

You're pathetic.

One son for another.

Your son committed a crime. You wanted
me to bury him.

I couldn't do that.

I'm not like you.

I begged for help, you sanctimonious

son of a bitch. You failed me.

So you murder an innocent girl?

You kill her and try to ruin my son's
life in return?

I already have.

You'll never be the boy you want to
know.

Pull the trigger, Ken.

Show the world how righteous you really
are.

Put the gun down, Carter.

Prove you're not the coward I think you
are.

I don't have to prove Jack to you.

Place your hands behind your head.

I'm going to help my son through this,
whatever it takes.

And I sure as hell want you around to
witness it.

It

sore there, muscle?

Well, we just basically deadlifted 600
pounds of all -American man meat.

You not feeling it?

I feel fine.

Special Agent Mackey, a word?

Things could have gone very different
today.

For me, for Miles.

Just doing my job, sir.

But it wasn't your job.

I was wrong to call you in on this.

For the record, the drugs in Bali
weren't his.

He was hanging with a crew, took the
party back to their hostel.

Local cops found three kilograms of
China white heroin stashed in board

Wow. Indonesian drug law being what it
was, I did what any dad would do. I

stepped in. I got my boy home.

I do it again in a heartbeat.

Amen to that.

What happens now?

Not entirely sure.

We got some stuff to work through,
bridges to build.

Thank you, team, for me.

For both of us.

Is it beer o 'clock yet?

Not quite.

You up for one more heavy lift?

Okay.

Our improving workplace culture results
are in.

And according to Janelle, we failed.

What? No.

Across the board.

Though Deshawn's been singled out as
particularly problematic.

What? I'm not problematic.

Evie is problematic. She stole my name.

Only you define you. The power of the
self is the power of one.

So what happens now, firing squad?

We have two options.

Submit to weekly cultural change
sessions one -on -one with Janelle. I'm

to take fiery squad. Yep. Or we commit
to regular team -building exercises,

which we, and this is key, self -report.

Seriously? That's an option?

Apparently. So, in that spirit, let's
all go bowling.

Like we did last year.

I didn't go bowling last year.

Oh, it's all a coming ruse.

And now it's beer o 'clock.

Oh. Let the team building begin.

Please, no more team building. You guys
are built. Deal with it.

Uh -uh, not yet, we're not.

We're all going bowling, like we did
last year. Maybe you could organise it.

Whatever. So long as Janelle's nowhere
near the lanes.

What's up with you?

You look rattled.

Compulsory bowling field trip. I think
I'm meant to be organising.

More unwanted workplace intimacy?

When?

I don't know.

When's good for you?