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How'd you girls get outside?
Go on.

In ya get!

Oi!

Someone there?

Take the shot, bro!

Come on!

- Damn.
- All right.

And for the game.

- Let's go.
- Let's go!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Ouch, Sarge!

I'd be pulling a hamstring
as a matter of priority.

Limp off with whatever dignity
you have left.

Yeah, yeah.

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.

- Hm.
- What can I help you with?

Actually, it's how
I can help you.

Hmm!

Some partner you are.

Why didn't you remind me
this was happening?

How is that my job?

And why would you need
reminding anyway?

So I could time
my life-threatening illness

to land today.

Ohh! Scared of a little
mandatory HR seminar?

Literally my worst nightmare.

Reap what you sow, girl.

So, why are we all here?

Why are you here?

Because I didn't know
you were coming.

Humor.

Essential in the workplace.

And who knows
what "IWC" stands for?

Yes?

Improving Workplace Culture?

Gold star for you, young lady.

Oh!

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.
- You...

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?
- Mmm.

You seem to be way older
than everyone else here.

Perhaps you can start.

Yeah, uh, my name's
Jim Dempsey.

And, um... Ooh!

I've got a very important
work call to make.

JD?

- 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 organized it,
you gotta show.

I'm in the chair already.
Offer my apologies.

Offer them yourself.
You're the boss.

I'll do it online.

Macka, 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 dinner
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'd prefer not to make
a big deal 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 pull my own son's phone logs,

I risk turning this
into something that it's not.

Not that big a deal.

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

You know, low profile.

"Low profile." Right.

I'm staying at
the Grand Horizon Hotel.

Call me when you have anything.

And remember,
it... it is really...

Not a big deal.

Yeah, I got it.

- How was the dentist?
- Crushed it!

How's culture change training?

I'm a changed man.
Can't you tell?

Obviously not,
if you tracked me here.

Carter 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.

And... action!

Me and the guys are gonna

grab a drink after work
if you wanna join.

- Nuh.
- 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.

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

Oh! Office romance IRL?

So hot!

So, what do you say?

Me, you.

Bottle of rosé, dozen oysters.

What could go wrong?

How long have you got?

Excellent!

Now we have unwanted intimacy.

This is amazing.

Is it just me or is Janelle

into unwanted intimacy
a little too much?

Shh!

Big question. What happens next?

You mean after I punch him?

Remind me again
why we're not

bringing the others in on this?

'Cause 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. Okay.

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 wanna 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?
- Mmm.

Getting much from their socials?

Just 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, uh, what do we know
about the girlfriend?

Sophie Palmer. 20 years old.

She likes beanies
in all weather conditions

and socks with her Birkenstocks.

She and Miles
been together long?

Yeah, about six months or so.

Looks like they hooked up
in Bali late last year.

You got a location
on their last post?

Mmm.

Funny you should ask.

Hey, everyone! Just a quick
hello from paradise.

What do you reckon?

You've gotta 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?

Uh, I checked the car park.
No sign of it.

Anywhere to camp around here?

- Hey.
- What do you know?

I know
who I'm not gonna try

and score weed from.

Any waves?

Not really. Been blowing
like this all week.

We're looking for
a couple of kids.

Might have come through here.

That's 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
and when I got back,

their van had gone.

- When was that?
- Yesterday morning.

Did they mention where
they were headed to next?

Not to me.

Maybe ask Toby.
He manages the campsite.

All right.

Hey. Toby, is it?

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

About bloody time.

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 flannie off the line.

My best flannie, mind you.

- Flannie?
- It's a shirt.

Look, I'm sorry
for your loss, but...

I think you've mistaken us
for someone who gives a...

We're not here for your flannie.

What, you're not cops?

- We are, but...
- Then what's the problem?

I mean, just take the evidence

and find out
whoever stole my stuff.

And by "evidence", you mean...

Ah.

Where'd you find these?

Over there,
where the trail starts.

Footprints.

Wanna see where they go?

I'm more interested in
where they came from.

And three, 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.

Mm-mm.

Seen the movie.
Know how it ends.

Do you really think
I'm gonna drop you?

Girl, I know you're
gonna drop me!

I detect trust issues.

Your partner needs
some reassurance.

You're gonna 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.

Mmm.
Yeah, Janelle's right.

That's what I like to hear!

- Let's get started.
- Okay.

And three, two, one.

Think you oversold
the trust rush, Blue.

Sorry!

Gotta bounce.
Save some change for me, yeah?

It's been real, y'all.

And then there were three!

Paint me a picture, Doc.

Oh, it's not a pretty one.

Uh, multiple punctures,

most likely

caused by this.

Defensive wounds?

Yeah, hands and forearms.

She fought back hard, but...

..it was frenzied, passionate.

- Personal.
- Yeah.

Got a TOD?

Well, discoloration
and rigor mortis suggests

she's been dead 24 hours,
give or take.

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

Mmm.

Found this in the glove box.

150 bucks.
Credit cards still inside.

So between that
and the crystal meth,

it rules out robbery.

So option A,

two kids getting cozy,
having a smoke.

They get lost in the moment
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 gotta 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 gotta let Carter know.

Sophie's.

Be 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 Sophie's texts.

And it's not Miles.

Who the hell is Aaron?

Looks like he's Sophie's ex,

before Miles came
onto the scene.

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

Wow. 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... can it wait?

I'm busy changing
my workplace culture.

Now!

BRB. Soz.

Boop!

So! Just us.

Oh. That looks nasty.

You don't know the half of it.

How long for prints?

An hour if I wriggle.

You've got 10 minutes.

Oh...

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.

Feed's called
vanlifesophiestylz.

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
en route.

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. We moved
him to a different school.

Things got better.

We thought he'd outgrown it.

But then he got busted
dealing pot

by campus security
at Georgetown.

I couldn't just move him to

a different college this time,
so I...

So you suggested take a beat,
go surfing,

get things back on track.

He was doing great.

He met Sophie,
he was surfing every day.

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'd relapsed.

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

No matter what state
Miles is in,

he is incapable of
hurting someone,

let alone 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 to be
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.

And 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.

You do what you have to do.

Talk to me, Blue.

So 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
Ms. Palmer's social feed for

anyone lurking around 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 rec 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 he's with you?

- He literally just got here!
- Oh, come on.

Look, 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.

Due 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... I couldn't find my phone.

Well, how about going to
the manager at the campsite?

Call for help from there.

I don't know, man.

I was scared.

I ran. I...

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 use drugs, Miles?

I used to.

Yeah, back in the day.

Says here you, uh...
you dealt them too.

You make me sound like
Tony Montana.

It 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 did.

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...

I'm not lying, sir. I promise.

Okay.

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

Soph and me were...

..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...

Soph was dead.

Well, sunrise was 7am.

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-boyfriend, Aaron.

What?

No.

No, man, that...
that didn't happen.

Yeah, we read the text messages
between Sophie and Aaron.

And I think you did too.

What messages?

We know that you were
on her feed

right around the time
that she died,

checking out pics between Sophie
and Aaron from back in the day.

No, I never did that. I...

I wanna speak with my dad.

You're speaking with me now.

And there's five hours
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?

Late last year.

They've been inseparable
ever since.

Do you know if they had
any money troubles?

Any reason someone might wanna
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 we're 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 laws.

Oh, I was so scared.

Um...

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 US Government.

Sergeant Dempsey,
you got a minute?

Barely.

State police are on their way
to take Miles into custody.

Jim, please. Cop to cop.

Let me just sit with him
till they arrive.

I can't do that, sir.

Your boy's a murder suspect.
You gotta 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.
- Miles.

- 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... 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.

We found drugs at the scene!

Local law enforcement
are inbound, son.

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?
- Same.

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
before our sample was collected,

which is why I tested
traces of urine

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 tested positive
to midazolam.

Which is...

That's a class-A
restricted drug.

It's a benzodiazepine.

So, what, like Valium?

It's much stronger. It's used
to support anesthesia.

But if it's taken
in 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.

Hey, everyone! Just
a quick hello from paradise.

What do you reckon?

You gotta be kidding me,
Australia!

Take a look!

- This place is sick!
- Yeah. Thank you.

Looks like we got ourselves
a convert.

Stay tuned, my peeps!

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

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 texts between them are fake?

Right down to someone
changing Aaron's contact

in Sophie's phone.

- So it's a dummy number.
- Mm-hm.

A dummy number that
we can maybe trace.

Hey, Blue!

Need you to trace a number.

So the last thing
Miles remembers

is watching the sun come up
from the back of 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 and 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.

Seen the big guy?

I... I thought he 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?

'Cause he wants
to find them first.

Blue, how long would it take
midazolam 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
midazolam.

So either he brought
the tea bag 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.

It's what we thought too.

"We"?

Me and Mr. Carter.

You spoke with Carter?

He called me, like,
10 minutes ago.

It's crazy - he's asking
the same questions you guys are.

Great minds, right?

What did he want?

Uh, names and IDs of
all the people that were

staying at the campsite
on the day of the murder.

Wait.

Give me everything
you've got on this guy.

The surfer dude?

Now, why the hell
would he wanna frame 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 was 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 on his phone.

Hey, partner.

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

How's your screw-up of a 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 it.

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.

He'll never be the boy
you once knew.

You...

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.

We can't hold both of you!

On the ground!

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

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

Get up!

Bit sore there, muscles?

Well, we just basically
deadlifted

600 pounds of
All-American man meat.

You're not feeling it?

No, 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
3kg of China white heroin

stashed in board bags.

Wow!

Indonesian drug law
being what it was, I...

..I did what any dad would do.

I stepped in, I got my boy home.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Amen to that.

What happens now?

Not entirely sure.

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

Thank your 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.

- Yes.
- What? I'm not problematic.

Evie is problematic!

She stole my name!

Uh-uh. Only you define you.

The power of the self
is the power of one.

So what happens now?

Firing squad?

Uh, we have
two options.

Submit to weekly
cultural change sessions

one on one with Janelle.

- I'mma take firing 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."

Ahh.

Huh? We didn't go
bowling last year.

Oh!

It's all a cunning 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 "organize it."

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

What's up with you?

You look rattled.

Compulsory bowling field trip.

Think I'm meant
to be organizing.

Oh! More unwanted
workplace intimacy?

When?

I don't know.

When's good for you?