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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?