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If they beat us again, I will
literally bury myself alive.

Mindy, we just have to
visualize the win.

Be positive or the flowers
will absorb your negativity.

What is there to be
positive about?

Those molls have beat us
three times in a row.

Or a more positive take, we came
second three times in a row.

Because they're cheating.

You're wigging out!

It's a floral competition.
Just relax.

- When they go low, we go high.
- Or we go lower.

- Don't.
- I'm gonna say it.

- No...
- It's time.

- We've been over this, Mindy.
- Pesticides.

What? Everyone else is doing it.

If everyone else jumped
off a bridge, would you?

What the actual...

Did you hit something?

No, I think something hit us.

Could you not kill us

before we even get
to the competition?

Seriously, nothing.
Not even a scratch.

Are the flowers okay?

They'd better be.

Oh, my...

Yes!

Nice kicks.

I don't think
you can bowl in those.

I'm just here for moral support.

You know, blow on some balls
for good luck.

I think that only
works for dice.

I mean, besides,
who goes bowling anyway?

70 million Americans.

The only thing worse than
sticking your fingers

in a bunch of filthy holes is
doing it wearing clown shoes.

Yeah, so why'd you guys
choose it for team bonding

two years in a row?

What are you talking about?
We've never been bowling before.

Yeah, you have, last year.

- Says who?
- Says Blue.

Mackey's orders, apparently,

straight from the top.

She was obviously... joking.

Which everyone would have known,
except for you.

So that's why JD responded to
my invite with a laughing emoji.

Hook, line and sinker.

Later, sucker.

Yeah, no worries.

I might stick around,
try and get through all this.

All the beers and snacks I
bought for the team to bond us.

All good. Catch you tomorrow.

Okay,
keep moving, thanks.

Ensign Curtis Lee, 26.

Here on the USS Solomon.

Got into town two weeks ago.

Local cops are thinking
he jumped.

What do you think?

If he was gonna kill himself,

why come all the way
out here to do it?

And how'd he get out here?
Staties find any abandoned cars?

Not yet.

It's a new take on
pushing up daisies.

More like
squashing down posies.

Garden stake impaled
straight through his abdomen.

Shouldn't there be more blood?

It's hard to tell.

Stake might be
plugging up the wound.

I won't know more till
I get him back to autopsy.

D, get on the overpass,
see what you can find.

You got it.

And get Evie to pull CCTV
from nearby tollways

around the time
Curtis went over the side.

Will do.

If she ever shows.

You've reached Evie.

Just text me like
a normal person.

Yo, pick up.

I'm trying to save your ass
from getting in trouble.

Unless your ass is
already in trouble,

which is why you're not
picking up.

Or you're asleep, which means

your ass ain't gonna be
troubled picking up.

Just hit me back.

Well, no phone.

No way our dead guy's
more of a Luddite than Doc.

How very dare you!

Let me guess.
"Goodbye, cruel world"?

More like
"Hello, sleepless nights."

Wait, is this a paternity test?

Looks like Curtis was
gonna be a dad.

Miss one night on the job and
they've already locked you out.

I was on the job.

Bowling, anyone?

Wait, you went to that?

Yeah, thanks for the heads-up, partner.

Just feeling really
bonded right now.

Oh, man! See, I love bowling.

Greatest participation sport
in America.

Should've called.
I would have come.

My phone died.

Ooh, you're looking
a little near death yourself.

You hungover?

Please, it takes more than
half a dozen beers

and an unspecified amount
of tequila shots

to leave me dusty.

Oh. Thank you.

Ooh, you are hungover.

Bite me, D.

Hey!

Don't worry, your secret's safe
with me. I got your back.

The hell happened to you?

Evie went bowling.

Sucker!

Our guy with
the stake through him was

Ensign Curtis Lee.

Enlisted at 18,
completed his OCS training,

got his commission last year.

Blue flamer.

- Anything from the toll cams?
- Still checking.

Right?

Right, Evie?

Uh, yeah. Good work, D.

Hello?

Oh, I think the doors
are playing up.

Oh, you've got your first job
for the day.

If you can stomach it.

Yeah, I'll get right to it,
Skip.

D?

Oh. So I spoke to Curtis' family
back in Seattle.

They didn't know anything
about the pregnancy.

Far as they knew, he was single.

The clinic that did
the paternity test

has no record of mum either.

She didn't give her name

and they destroy
all DNA after testing,

but she had to be
in Sydney to test.

- Mm.
- So, why all the secrecy?

Curtis had been at sea
for months.

- Maybe mom was a shipmate.
- So?

So fraternization is a serious
offense under US naval law.

As an officer, if Curtis was
caught hooking up with an NCO...

It could destroy his career.

Which might give motive
to suicide.

So Curtis' bank statements
put him

at a bar in Kings Cross
at 1800 last night.

Staff said he was with
two women, both US Navy.

Okay.

We'll go talk to
his lady friends.

Evie, D, huddle with Doc.

See if you can find out
cause of death.

Hangover.

Oh, you mean the dead guy.

My bad.

Okay. Yeah, okay.
Laugh it up, D.

I'm a professional.

Watch and learn.

Hey!

- You chuck up, you clean up.
- I'm fine.

Just get on with it.

Go easy, Doc.
Evie had a big night.

Trigger too, by the looks of it.

Ah. Evie, Trigger...

...and Curtis.

Blood alcohol reading .12.

He's practically pickled.

You know what? I actually have
some paperwork I need to do.

Well, don't you wanna hear
the cause of death?

Just text me. No pics necessary.

Text me instead.
Her phone's dead.

Multiple fractures
and internal trauma

caused by impalement
on the garden stake,

all consistent with a fall
from a significant... height.

Yep, that'll do it.

Well, except it didn't, you see?

There's hardly any bleeding

around the impalement
and fracture sites.

You thinking his heart
stopped pumping before he fell?

I'd stake my life on it,
so to speak.

Great, so the dead guy was dead
before he went off the overpass.

Then there's the abrasions on
his elbows, knees, and hips,

and I found carpet fibers too.

My guess is he was dragged
post-mortem.

So what killed him?

Ah.

Sub-arachnoid hemorrhage

caused by blunt-force trauma
to the head.

Now, do you see that blue thing
on the tray there?

Pick it up for me, please.

That is a mold

of the depression fracture
in Curtis' skull.

Match that
and you will find out.

I don't understand.
Did he jump?

- We don't think so.
- So what happened?

Oh, we're looking into it.

How well do you both
know Curtis?

Three of us have been tight
since basic training.

Curtis and I catch up with Chloe

whenever we're in
the same time zone.

You're based here, Chloe?

Yes, sir. US Navy Logistics.

Based out of Sydney
going on two years.

And you were all
out together last night?

How'd Curtis seem?

Ah, he'd been drinking
before he showed up.

Didn't slow down
once he got there.

He seem drunk?

More loose, really.

It got a little weird when
Chloe suggested he slow down.

Then he just bailed.

You guys had words?

Not really. I just
told him to chill.

He got annoyed and left.

- He say where he was going?
- No.

Whereabouts did you go
afterwards?

I called it a night.

I put Chloe in a cab,

then went bar hopping,
had a meal.

With your other shipmates?

No, sir, just me.

Was Curtis seeing anyone
romantically?

- No.
- Absolutely not.

You seem pretty sure about that.

I'd have known.
We've been at sea for months.

Then how is it possible
he was about to be a father?

Curtis never mentioned that?

Not to me.

No, ma'am, he did not.

Thanks for your time.

Are you really buying that

Curtis wouldn't have told
his best mates

that he was about
to become a dad?

Not even one of them?

What if he didn't have to?

What if one of them
already knew?

Really? Both Pia and Chloe
are NCOs.

I thought you couldn't
mess around with an officer.

Trust me, fraternization rules
are the least of their worries.

Well, Curtis is dead,

which means mom's
now a single parent.

A good chance she'll need to
find someone to take custody

while deployed
or face being discharged.

As in legally hand over custody?

You can't bring a kid
on a destroyer, Jim.

Being a single parent with
a career in the military.

- Huge decision, huh?
- Hmm?

Well, a big call when

you're barely out of
the gates yourself.

What are the chances of
getting that one right?

What choice you got?

If it's the hand you've been
dealt, you work it out.

Besides, I don't think
mom's on the ship.

How do you figure that?

'Cause we're looking
for someone

who's at least
35 weeks pregnant.

No.

So I don't want
to buy any, sorry.

No, I already have some.

I found it under
a dead man's fingernails,

and I need to know
if it's yours.

Yes.

Coffee scrub, honeycomb.
Rosemary...

Yes, of course,
I'm happy to hold.

Thank you, Rosemary.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hey, how'd you go with the
white cloth from the overpass?

Great. So it's
a heavy cotton canvas,

and it was covered
in Curtis' DNA.

Could be what the body
was dragged in.

Mm.

What's with all the soap?

So Doc found soap
under Curtis' fingernails.

Coffee scrub and honeycomb.

- Doesn't sound Navy issue.
- That's what I thought.

But then I figured
if I could identify the brand

and where they stock it,
we might be able to work out

where else Curtis went
last night.

Ah, hello?

Hello!

Hey, drill sergeant.

- Fix the doors yet?
- Ah, not exactly.

Thank you so much.

I'm thinking
it might be the software.

And I'm thinking I found out

where Curtis
last washed his hands.

AFP, we have a warrant.
We're coming in!

Whoa! Hell of a venue
for a dirty weekend.

Not so dirty now.
You smell bleach?

- Yeah.
- Whoo!

Now I understand
the fancy-ass soap.

What kind of 25-year-old bloke
books a place like this?

Been on a ship for months,
sleeping with his boys,

jammed in like sardines.

My guess is,
making up for lost time.

Pass me Doc's mold.

Tetris.

D, black light.

Bingo.

I think we just found
where Curtis died.

And I reckon our guy was after
more than just a dirty weekend.

Guess the answer was no.

Okay, so impact was at
the back of the skull.

Yeah, so Curtis fell backward
and hit his head there.

So was he pushed or tripped, maybe?

I mean, he was pretty sloshed.

There's no sign of
forced entry.

Most likely the dead guy
knew his killer.

Neighbors said they heard a man
and a woman arguing around 1930.

Do you reckon she killed him
before or after he proposed?

Slow your roll, Constable.
Could still be an accident.

Accident or not, someone still
threw his body off an overpass.

The question is who.

You've called
Alycia Williams.

Please leave a message.

Alycia and David Williams.

She's a midwife,
he's Australian Navy.

Coincidence.

- You know how I feel about them.
- Yeah.

Speaking of.

Excuse me.

You must be David, right?

That's right. You guys
friends of Alycia's?

Ah, no. Jim Dempsey, AFP.

This is my partner,
Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Smells good, mate.

Is there a problem?

We're here to speak to
your wife, Alycia.

Is everything okay?

Uh...

Is there somewhere
we can chat in private?

Uh, yeah.

And the apartment
was only booked

in the name of Curtis Lee?

Okay.

That makes sense.
Thanks for your time.

Still on the circle of death?

- Uh-huh.
- What about your computer?

You mean the one I'm about
to throw at your head?

Ooh.

Blue? Can you just...

Did you get any sleep
last night?

You want me to put you
to sleep forever?

Come on. Come on!

Hey, whoa, careful!

We have to be nice to
the machines, you know?

Just in case.

- Mm.
- Just in case what?

The AI takeover.

Blue's been telling me
all about it.

Look, I shouldn't even be,
like, talking about this

in front of the computer mics,
but it's the singularity

that we really need
to worry about.

You know, the point in time
when developments in AI

will surpass society's ability
to be able to control it,

leading to irreversible
and potentially

destructive consequences
for civilization as we know it.

I just wanna check my emails.

Oh, that should be fine then.

Your computer's just indexing.
It'll take, like, a minute.

Oh, but it's been indexing
for the last hour.

What? Really? That's weird.

Is yours doing it too?

Yeah, mine's the exact same.

Hmm!

That shouldn't be happening.

Sorry about the paint smell.

All the other rooms are being
napped in by toddlers.

Wow. It's very yellow.

You sure are prepared.

Well, when you've been waiting
as long as we have,

you don't mess around.

How far along are you?

- 35 weeks. The end's in sight.
- Yeah.

And David's the father, obviously.

Uh...

Something you wanna
tell me, babe?

I'm pretty sure Dave's the dad.

We did IVF.

It cuts down
the margin for error

when it comes to
who's who, right?

- Which clinic was that?
- Ovus Fertility in Chatswood.

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry, what's this about?

Do you know who this man is?

Uh, yeah, we know Curtis.

He's good mates with the girl
that rents out our studio.

- What's her name?
- Chloe Simpson.

She's US Navy too. Curtis visits
whenever he's in town.

Sorry, is this about Chloe
or Curtis? Are they okay?

Chloe's fine.

Okay, thank God.

You had me worried
for a second there.

And Curtis?

I'm afraid Curtis is dead.

Oh, my God.

Does Chloe know? What happened?

We're still working that out.

We have a few leads, though.

I just spoke with him
last night.

What about?

Ah, he rang me at work. I...

I'm a midwife. He was anxious.
He wanted advice.

Advice about what?

Please. It's essential to help
us understand his headspace.

He'd just found out that
he was gonna be a father.

He was freaking out.

Did he say who the mother was?

He wouldn't say.

Can you point me
to Chloe's room?

Out the back. By the pool.

How you holding up?

Mind if I sit?

I do, actually, ma'am.

I've told you everything I know.

Yeah, I'm not sure you have,
Chloe.

You and Curtis were tight,
and I'm having a hard time

believing you didn't know
who he was seeing.

He wasn't seeing anyone.
I told you already.

I understand the instinct
to protect your friend,

but it's about
more than that now.

It's about protecting a baby.

We need to know who mom is.

I wish I could tell you.

This from the last time
Curtis was in town?

When was it taken?

I don't know.
Seven or eight months ago.

We were staying the weekend
at Alycia's holiday house.

- Was David there?
- No, he had to work.

This was eight months ago?

Something like that.

Oh, my God, sweetheart.

Are you okay?
Oh, you poor thing.

I'm sorry about Curtis.

Look, I'm sorry, but unless
you have any further questions,

we're gonna need some time
to process.

I understand.

Mind if we hold onto this?

Let's just double-check
the chips.

Yep. Yep, that's it.

All vehicles through the
toll point between those hours

with obscured or missing plates.

Yeah, go ahead.

Okay, how about this?

Curtis visits Sydney eight
months ago, a.k.a. 35 weeks,

and while he's in town,
he has an affair with Alycia.

Alycia gets pregnant by Curtis,

but covers by telling David

it was a successful
round of IVF.

Then somehow, David finds out,

kills Curtis in retribution.

Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

Toll company got what looks like
a late-model Subaru Forester.

No e-tag, plates blacked out,

but plenty of room for
a body in the back.

David Williams
drives a Forester.

And I just got CCTV footage
of one at a service station

near the overpass,

minutes after Curtis fell.

There's still no visual
on the driver, though.

D and I can go for a little
road trip. Check it out.

I also need you to go
to Ovus Fertility.

Find out if Alycia's baby
really is the result of IVF.

If it's okay with you, Cap, how
about we divide and conquer?

Divide and conquer?

Yeah. I take Trigger
as my liaison.

He is AFP, after all.

And you could take
the gas station.

I'm sure you could use

some electrolytes
and a Slim Jim.

Sure.

But, um,
the door's still broken,

so someone's gonna need
to stick around.

I thought it was
a software issue.

Blue, you can handle that, right?

On it.

Okay,
the people have spoken.

Evie gets the car,
Trigger and D get IVF.

- Trigger, on me.
- Oh, cute.

You guys are gonna
make great parents.

Sounds like I missed
a good night.

Been a minute since
I had a blowout.

Where'd y'all end up?

Ah, can't remember much.

- Details are a little hazy.
- Yeah, I get it.

You know, not that
it's any of my business.

Yeah, Evie loves a party,
am I right?

I guess.

Damn straight!
That girl can partay! Mm-hm!

Is there something
you wanna ask me, mate?

Nah, we... we cool. We good.

Look, team dynamics can change

when people start to...
fraternize in new ways.

Not that it's any of
my business.

You said that already.

Look, Evie's a real good
friend of mine.

Despite appearances,
she's got my back.

And I've got hers.

DeShawn Jackson
and Travis Riggs.

Hi. Welcome. Come this way.

It ain't like that.

You owe me, D.

Take you back?

I don't miss the reflux,
if that's what you're asking.

Yeah, Bec had it bad too.

Survived on a diet of
Vegemite toast

for the entire last trimester.

Couldn't keep anything down.

Sucks, huh?

Kid's not even born yet

and she's gonna be a solo mum.

How'd you do it?

Listen, Jim, I know
you think a lot of me,

but it wasn't exactly
the immaculate conception.

Trey has a dad.

He just didn't raise him.

Yeah, but you did.

That can't have been easy.

Honestly, I just made it up
as I went along.

I wanted to teach him that

nowhere worth going
is easy, right,

and there's never just one way
through something.

Mmm.

I just wanted him to be
proud of his mom.

Is that why you joined
the Marines?

Besides being able
to fly choppers, yeah.

Regular paycheck, free college,

the chance to make a difference.

Plus this way,

Trey got to grow up with
his grandma's cooking.

Well, having tasted yours,

that's one hell of
a selling point.

Ow!

Service is sacrifice, Jim.

It's also an honor.

Just like parenthood.

Yeah.

Hey, cockos!

I've got Alycia's
medical records from DeShawn,

and it looks like
a successful round of IVF

using Alycia's egg
and David's sperm.

There goes that theory.

Looks like.

Alycia's estrogen levels at
her last failed round of IVF

are completely inconsistent with
the most recent successful one.

So? Hormones fluctuate
all the time.

Not so much.

I'd say these records are either

a massive clinical error or...

They're fabricated.

Followed the blue
Subaru Forester.

Guess where it led me.

Battery's dead, but 10 bucks
says that's Curtis' phone.

Why are you so sure?

It's the same material
found on the overpass.

Looks like a drop sheet,
covered in paint.

Wouldn't be yellow paint,
would it?

Mm-hm.

Same color
David painted the nursery.

Yeah, well, I hope
he's finished,

'cause he's about to be
in a world of pain.

We've got matching paint
on a drop sheet

used to move Curtis' body,

David's car leaving
the crime scene and motive.

You had me at drop sheet.

Good job.

David Williams?
It's Special Agent Mackey.

No Chloe.

Wait! Hey, come here!

Where are Chloe and Alycia?

Alycia's got nothing
to do with it.

We've seen her medical records.
We know the truth.

- She's been through enough.
- That's not for you to say.

Where is she?

It's on me, okay?

There was no other choice.

What, so you found out
Alycia had an affair, huh,

and was carrying Curtis' baby?

- Come again?
- And then what?

You killed him in a fit
of rage, is that it?

What the hell are you
talking about?

Where's Chloe?
She find out, you kill her too?

Whoa! Are you insane? No...

None of that happened.
We didn't murder anyone.

- You just confessed.
- No, no, no, no.

Look, you've got it
all wrong, okay?

- Look, here, I'll show you.
- Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hands where I can see them!

First trimester.

Second trimester.

Third.

I didn't kill Curtis.
I had no reason to.

Because Alycia isn't pregnant.

We tried everything.

Supplements, diets,
acupuncture, IVF.

Before you know it, seven years
and nine miscarriages later.

You know, you stop telling
people that you're trying,

but it doesn't matter
because they've stopped asking.

And your friends are having kids
like there's nothing to it.

We'd given up all hope.

What was the plan?

Wait for the due date,

go down the coast
for a few weeks,

come back with our baby.

What baby?

The baby that Chloe's carrying.

Chloe's pregnant?

She's our surrogate.

That's what you were worried
about us finding out?

Look, the minimum age here
is 25,

but in the US, it's 21.

She would be
a legal surrogate there.

Yeah. Except we're here, mate.

So you convinced her
to have a baby for you?

No, she offered.

And we said no multiple times,
but she insisted.

And after all the failure,
the heartache,

everything that
Alycia had been through...

Chloe's a young woman
in a foreign country

and you're her landlord.

She was our last chance.

Look,
I will do the time.

But you can't take our baby
away from us, please.

She's our daughter.

Actually, she's not your
daughter. You're not the dad.

Curtis is.

What?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, I...I drove Chloe
to the clinic myself.

I...I was there.
It's our embryo. It stuck.

Curtis was last in town
35 weeks ago.

It's gonna kill her.

Or would she kill to hide it?

Alycia was on shift
last night, right?

Yeah.

Whose car did she take?

Hers is in for a service,
so she...

She took mine.

You owe me 10 bucks.
Phone belongs to Curtis.

Check out the wallpaper.

Mate, it is all
about the timing.

Chloe had Alycia and David's
embryo implanted.

Then Chloe and Curtis have sex

within a few days of
the implantation.

She gets pregnant to Curtis.

Everyone just assumes this is
a successful round of IVF.

Still no sign
of Alycia,

and state police
are at the IVF clinic.

The doctor confessed to filing

all of Chloe's prenatal records
under Alycia's name.

They were hiding
the illegal surrogacy.

Right, so is it just me
or is she missing the whole...

Well, as per the file,

Chloe's uterus is retroverted,

meaning baby tips backwards,
not out.

And coupled with
her tall stature,

the pregnancy becomes
easier to conceal.

That, and you can do a lot
with a baggy sweater.

Yeah.

Okay, so Curtis tells
Alycia the truth,

that the baby she's waiting for
isn't hers.

Alycia's rocked, gets upset.
Then angry.

It gets physical.
She pushes him.

Curtis is tipsy, he stumbles,

hits his head on the table
and dies.

And Alycia freaks out,
tries to cover it up.

Then hosts a baby shower
the next day?

She barely broke a sweat
when I interviewed her.

Who keeps that cool?

Someone with a plan.

I called the hospital
Alycia works at.

No sign of her or Chloe.

But get this.

The unit manager thought
I was calling about

the theft of
a portable humidicrib

and a stash of oxytocin.

There's the plan.

Alycia's going to induce Chloe.

That's it, hon.

Breathe down. Yeah, that's it.

Oh, you're doing great.

Ohh!

Honey!

- Sorry we missed you.
- Where are you?

I'm in the car.

Couldn't wait any longer.
We're in labor!

Can't believe we're finally
gonna meet our baby!

That's great, babe.

I wish I was there with you.

Just let me know what hospital
to meet you at.

Hospital? You know
we can't do that.

Well, maybe we should.
Just to be safe?

Alycia? Honey?

I'll call you later.

We get a trace?

Got it. They're heading south,
near Bundeena.

About an hour or so away.

Where's your holiday house?

What's gonna happen to her?

An innocent man is already dead.

You want to add a mother
and baby to that?

No weapons.

It's fine. Just don't
say anything, okay?

I'll do the talking. It's fine.

Looks like we missed
all the action.

You can't be here.
You need to get out.

We're just here to make
sure everyone's okay.

I've got it under control.

Baby healthy?

She's perfect.

And how's mom doing?

I'm fine.

How you doing, Chloe? You okay?

Chloe's fine, aren't you, Chloe?

Can I hold her?

We talked about this.
It'll only make it harder.

Alycia?

It's time to hand baby to mom.

What are you talking
about? I...I am mum.

But you're not.

Because the IVF didn't work

and that baby is Chloe
and Curtis', not yours.

We can work it out.

You can adopt her.

You'll be such a good mom.

I'm so sorry.

I was going to tell you.

She already knew.

Didn't you?

Because Curtis told you.

- What?
- Was it when he called you?

Or did he wait until
you got to the penthouse?

What is she talking about?

Or maybe you went there to

convince him
to give you your baby.

You guys argued. You pushed him.

Is that how he fell?

I didn't mean to.
It was an accident.

He was trying to
take her away from me.

And I suppose throwing him off
an overpass was an accident too.

I was just trying
to protect her.

You were trying to
protect yourself.

Hand over the baby, Alycia.

I can't.

She's an innocent child.

She needs to be with someone
who can take care of her,

and you won't be able
to do that now.

What are you still doing here?

Mum and bub are safe.
Down tools.

Nope, not yet. Those pesky doors
aren't opening themselves.

Literally.

It isn't a software issue.

When Evie's computer went
on the fritz, I wondered

maybe the problem
is more systemic.

So then I went to
the server logs

and they are jammed with
search requests.

Yeah, cool. I'm starving.

Sounds like you're onto it.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yep. Bye.

Make sure
you eat something.

Hey.

Both good?

They're gonna keep us
in the hospital overnight

just to be safe.

She looks just like Curtis.

You've got my number, okay?

Anything you need.

I'm not ready for this.

No one ever is.

But Curtis
sure thought you were.

How do I do this on my own?

You're not on your own.

Besides, you've already started.

You've been putting your
daughter first this whole time.

♪ Graham Bonnet's "It's
All Over Now, Baby Blue" ♪

♪ You must leave now, take what
you need, you think will last ♪

♪ Whatever you wish to keep,
you better grab it fast ♪

♪ Yonder stands your orphan
with his gun ♪

♪ Crying like a fire
in the sun ♪

♪ Look out ♪

♪ The saints are
comin' through ♪

♪ And it's all over now,
baby blue... ♪

Hope you're hungry!

Double pepperoni for Bluebird?

Oh! Are you Bluebird?

Cool costume. You going
to a fancy dress party?

Come on, man!
Get him under control!

Come on, man!

Hey!

Get back!

Don't move!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- You all good?
- I'm okay. I'm fine.

I'm so sorry.
I couldn't stop them.

Hey, you're okay.
That's all that matters.

Trig, you good?

Did you catch their faces?

Any idea what they
were looking for?

I think it has something
to do with the doors.

- The doors? How?
- Yes.

So our security system, okay?

The logs, they've been
filled with

repeated failed login attempts,

object access requests,
file directory queries,

which means our servers
are just...

Whoa, whoa. Plain English, Blue.

It looks like someone hacked in

and was trawling through
our internal server

looking for something.

Any idea what?

They were running searches for

a ton of different
video formats.

So my guess is
when they couldn't find

what they were
looking for remotely,

they decided to search
the old-fashioned way.