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IED in a living room.

Stuff everywhere. It'd be a punish for a bot.

State cops.

It's not there.

Before they worked out at Commonwealth Land and called us.

Looked self -contained.

Go in, you keep.

Let's have some fun.

Maybe I'll move my mother -in -law in here.

With or without the IED?

Either way. All right.

Get it done, guys. In and out.

That's hot.

Got the debt.

Boss, we right to clear this?

You sure that's it?

Yeah, there's nothing else that can hurt us.

All right, clear it.

What's happening?

Just a fried circuit.

Damn, almost soiled the suit.

Again?

We're good.

Copy that. Standing in the closes.

Get a debrief done and that's lunch on me.

Get a wriggle on?

Might as well make the Macca's breakfast menu.

Missed out on all the fun, as usual.

Someone kill that thing, would ya?

What the hell was that?

Just an old fire alarm, Skip.

We're good.

What the... Lost one bull?

Might have was.

Hey!

Knock it off, you lot!

He does it, Kai.

Ta -da.

How about we, uh, up the stakes?

Seriously, mate? Free card, won't you?

You know he's hustling you, right?

Please. Do y 'all know who you're dealing with? A sap? A schmuck? A

man that sees what others don't. That's what makes me a good cop. It makes you

delusional. Oh, yeah?

Well, how about you open your eyes, easy wonder?

Check out the card on the right.

Notice anything unique about it?

Corner's bent. It's the eighth.

Now light him up, T -Dog. Show Papa D that eighth.

Mm -hmm.

Oh!

Look, D. It's a spirit animal.

But the corner is deliberately bent.

Tricks you into thinking you've out -hustled the hustler.

Specifically designed for people who think they're the smartest in the room.

Oh, snap.

Ouch. Shovel or nothing?

Oh, I meant to ask, how'd the post -breaking audit go?

The flyaway team from Singapore concluded that nothing had been stolen

systems don't seem to be compromised.

Although, blue is being blue.

Alright, do you want me to put out a bolo for two sad -looking blokes in

clubs?

I mean, after all that, they're left empty -handed, right?

About that.

What the hell happened? I said it was clear.

They're all gone.

What do you mean?

Send me the address.

What's going on?

It's your old teammate.

I mean, he did.

I'll get my kit.

Where we at?

Structure's clear. The DVI team's located all the bodies.

Rory, sorry to meet you under these circumstances.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

Here to help any way we can. What do we know?

Earlier this morning, local cops received an anonymous tip about a bomb

property. We rolled in, disarmed it, and the team went in for debrief.

You sent the team in before it was clear?

What was the second device?

We don't know yet, but moments before it blew, the dogs reacted to something.

Reacted to what? It was a high -pitched sound, seconds before detonation.

Mind if I take a look?

We're at your disposal, mate.

Anything you need?

How about a one -way trip to Uluwatu?

About time.

I asked for an assistant an hour ago.

I think you've got me mixed up with someone else.

Why? Who are you?

I am NCIS forensic pathologist Dr Royce Benrose.

Oh, and I'm sure your mother's very proud.

You search for limbs, I'll deal with the intact bodies.

Just try not to stomp all over them, yeah?

Marco was my number two before I was benched.

I just had a second kid.

Need a moment?

I'll bring him back.

I'll leave you to it.

How is any of this still standing?

The blast was mostly shrapnel.

Take a look at the bolts and screws in the wall.

The bomber didn't want to destroy property. He wanted to take lives.

So why target an abandoned building?

Are you going to kill vagrants and vandals?

Sure, until someone makes an anonymous call. And then you get a room full of

bomb techs.

So first device lures them in, second takes them out.

Yeah, with five -inch bolts, travelling 3 ,000 feet per second.

The bomber glued them to the back of the ply and then sealed the fireplace with

it. That was the second device?

Blast seat, yeah. The bomber rigged it as a shape charge.

Enhanced explosion.

Concentrate the blast towards his victim.

Farmer knew what he was doing.

He's got a QR code.

This is just the start.

Strikeforce name is Lone Wolf.

You'll be operating with full counter -terrorism powers.

Now, won't you take a look at something?

That is the bomber trying to get inside our heads. With every tick of that

clock, he's trying to rattle us and make us slip up.

But that is not going to happen. And do you know why?

Because we are going to put all our focus here.

We're going to think about them, about their families, their loved ones, their

kids. And what kind of hell they're going through right now.

And then we are going to go out and nail this bastard to the wall.

Now go.

Sign -off came through from Canberra.

NCIS will augment the AFP strike force.

What do you need?

Start with a list of potential targets.

Focus on public events within our four -hour window.

That's not what he's after.

You want mass casualties, you don't leave a bomb in an abandoned house.

You don't leave a countdown.

What is he after, then?

Take a look.

It's all a big game to him. We're playing right into his hands.

I'll be sure to pass that on to the replacement team en route from

Let me brief them.

Trigger. I've been there, I've done it before.

I can work with them. They're a stand -alone unit. They'll be fine on their

He's a bomb tech.

One of the best.

Your word's not mine.

Yeah, that's why I need him here.

Sift through bomb componentry, find this guy's signature, get me an ID.

Got it.

You sent Trigger my way, mate.

Said he needed help.

That was enough for me. I didn't ask any questions, but I'm asking now.

You know I brought Trigger with me from the state cops.

Yeah, pulled him into the bomb squad. So what's the issue?

There was an incident.

The kind that gets you sent to the sixth floor for a psych eval.

What happened?

They were concerned that he may have a suboptimal self -preservation reflex.

The hell does that mean?

It's shrink -speak for death wish.

You don't put people like that around things, they go boom.

Yes, Commissioner.

Grants us access to all AFP leads in real time, including this.

Analysis of the explosive residue.

Ammonium nitrate and diesel.

And fire.

Correct. Trouble is, diesel isn't traceable, and the ammonium nitrate

match to any commercially available product.

Which means... It's homemade.

Our bomber has a chemistry degree.

But you've still got to get your hands on it.

It's easier to get tickets to the MCG on grand final day than a pallet of

ammonium nitrate. So where to get it?

There was a theft from a Sydney chemical company two weeks ago.

How much was taken?

150 kilograms.

Trigger reckons the amount used in the house explosion was about 5 to 10 kilos

max. So there's 140 kilos still out there? Enough to crater the Sydney Opera

House.

It says here the burglar used two small charges to break into the warehouse. The

first knocked out power, including CCTV.

And the second was used to gain access to the storage area.

No, that can't be right.

the security panel would only disable the system. It wouldn't open the door.

Blue, liaise with AFP. See if you can get access to the warehouse security

server. And find out how they really got in on it.

Hey.

What you looking for?

Dead codes, componentry.

Some bomb makers leave a signature.

Can we help?

Sure. Go study bomb making for a couple of years and then report back.

Trigger.

Give us another job.

Only way of getting rid of us.

Yeah, I'm starting to see that.

Forensics pulled this from the wall.

A camera.

You think our bomber was watching?

Probably how he knew when to detonate.

That, and he gets to see his handiwork in action, which means it was running a

feed. Well, maybe we can find out where it was transmitting to.

Track the feed, find the bomber.

Guess you've got something to do then.

Do you mind not doing that?

Why?

You think you're the only Marty Robbins fan around here? It's not your fandom

I'm objecting to.

It's the backing vocals.

What? You don't like my singing?

Is that what it was?

Oh, God.

A real charmer you are. I thought a cat was being tortured.

Funny because you seem more the animal harming type.

Oh, great.

With animals.

Evidently better than people.

Filled with fear.

The only sound within the room is the falling

of each tear. Oh, come on, really?

Marty is a solo actor.

Fine.

No berry flow tomorrow, but they're hanging me tonight.

They're hanging me tonight.

Tonight cannot come soon enough.

Oh, good taste finally prevailed, did it?

Hello, mate.

I'm collecting any foreign bodies removed from the victims.

Here we go.

Nuts and bolts, mostly, but have found some circuitry and wiring.

I remember this.

Car bombing on Mitchell Street, right?

Yeah.

Two years ago, the detonator relied on a sub -auditory frequency triggered by

that. And now, Doc found this.

Same mode of detonation.

Are you saying the bombings are linked?

I'm saying it's the same bomber.

We need to tell the others.

What?

you already had this file?

I was a part of the original investigation.

In what capacity?

One of the victims was my fiancé.

I just got to the bus stop now.

I slept through my alarm.

Not really.

I haven't thought that far ahead.

Okay, sure.

I didn't know that you could cook that.

Actually, I didn't know that you could cook at all.

I'm joking. I am joking, of course. Coffee counts.

If you've made it, Trav, then I'm going to love it.

Or I'm going to order takeaway.

I've got to go, babe.

Yes. Yes. Okay. I love you. We'll go over our vows tonight.

Okay. Okay. I love you. I love you. Bye.

Hey, little guy.

What's got you all riled up?

Two years ago next month.

Four wounded and three dead.

The bomber used the same ANFO mix as today.

The devices used in both bombings were detonated via a sub -audible frequency.

It's picked up by a receiver which then detonates the explosives.

Why the extra degree of difficulty?

This was Colin, Corrin. He wants us to know it's him.

Who was the original target?

There was an Islamic school nearby.

It was damaged, but no one claimed it.

How did that connect to an attack on five bomb techs? It doesn't.

Trigger.

Got a minute?

Is this where you tell me that I'm too close to the case?

It's not really how I roll.

But I am asking if you're okay.

No, I'm not.

Good.

Good.

I'd be worried if you were.

So, now the welfare check's out of the way, what's our next move, soldier?

Well, there's a guy, Carl Haddon.

They lived across the street from the bus stop.

shrapnel from the blast severed his spinal cord. He spent months in a coma.

So he saw the bomb?

Fleetingly. His recollection was scrambled by the bomb.

He gets images, but they're fuzzy.

Are you still in contact?

Yeah, I swing by from time to time, make sure he's okay.

Swing by today.

Far as we know, he's the only person who's ever seen the bomber, which makes

them our best lead.

Take Evie with you.

Got you something?

It's warm.

I read somewhere you're supposed to offer food when someone needs consoling.

So you got me a danger bath.

It's for Sean's.

He won't miss it.

Not looking too dangerous.

We good?

Is that where?

100.

Well, it's good to see you, bro.

Hey, you're looking good, mate. How's the rehab?

Oh, you know.

Took some steps the other day without using the rail.

There you go.

Killing it.

Still, I guess you're not here to discuss rehab.

Is this?

This is Evie. She's a friend. Colleague.

I'm a constable with the AFP.

Evie Cooper.

Um, there was another bombing, Kyle.

I saw it on the news.

Do you think it's the same guy?

No, it could be.

Last time I dropped by, you said you were getting bits of memory back.

Just flashes.

Like what?

I don't know.

Like... the bodies.

And the smell.

Look, I know it's tough, mate, but I'm gonna need you to dig deep here, okay?

Say anything else you can remember.

Even the smallest detail.

Travis mentioned that you saw the bomber.

Not really.

I was riding home on my bike, about to head inside, and I see the dude parked

the bus zone.

Parking the car that blew up.

I remember thinking he was going to get a ticket.

The parking cops were out and he was going to get done.

You saw his face?

Barely. A few seconds later, everything went white.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

Take us back to those few seconds beforehand.

Maybe close your eyes.

How tall is he?

Is he similar to you?

Yeah, I guess.

How about his build?

Short, medium, stocky?

Kind of normal.

What about his hair?

Cold thing.

I'm trying.

You said that you could see him. It changes. I don't know if it's my mind

playing tricks or...

I'm

sorry, Trev.

Honestly, man, I'm so sorry.

He wants to help.

He can't think clearly with you here.

So, in the nicest possible way, take a hike, bud.

Ouch.

Uh, look, mate, I'm sorry. It's just, uh... Charlotte?

I get it.

Well, I'm gonna head out, but Amy's gonna stay and ask a few more questions.

My nan reckons you should never have a hard conversation without a cup of tea.

Then we can work through this together.

I don't know if I'm going to be much help.

No, that's okay.

But we do this in your own time.

No rush.

Told you it was too gloomy in here for a wedding.

What, barefoot on the beach would have been better?

No, you're right. Why fill the sun and sand when you can have bad lighting and

religious guilt?

You said yes, remember?

It's because you lost.

Yeah, it didn't help when I wanted that Harley.

Because I prefer you with all of your limbs intact?

It meant so much to you to get married where all of your cop buddies did.

I would have been married by almost in a casino if it meant I could spend the

rest of my life with you.

I hate to break it to you, Trav, but Alyssa's left the building.

What's with the one -way trip to Uluwatu?

Is there some kind of bro code?

It started maybe 20 years ago on a surf trip to Indo.

I just finished my first year of teaching and Rory was a wet -behind -the

probationary constable.

The tour boat dropped us at a reef break off Uluwatu.

It was just me and Rory and the most incredible right -handy you've ever seen

your life.

And we just surfed that all morning.

By the early Arvo, we were cooked.

So we just waited for the boat to return.

Except it never did.

So what did you do?

We just hang on our boards and hope the boat returns, or... Or try and paddle

back.

Yeah, we were just dumb kids, you know.

Yo, take a look.

So, I had Blue run a trace on the keyhole can that we found at the blast

Linked to an IP address and a phone from a car parked a block away from the

crime scene.

Can we trace the phone? No. It's only on for a total of 15 minutes. But, we can

trace this.

Gray Commodore.

License plate J -Y -S -9 -2 -X -8.

Registered to an Ilana Connell. Address? Our registration links it to a public

housing block in Waterloo.

Yeah, yeah a little deja vu

Bring

the

big kid

Take a photo. It lasts longer.

Do you own a grey Commodore?

I wish.

Five litre V8, mind you. Not your gutless six.

What type of car do you own?

I don't. I lost my licence years ago. No one told me.

Codeine and whiskey done mix.

Something tells me she's not our guy.

You think?

But the bomber sent us here.

Why? Anyway, I was wondering when you blokes would turn up.

What are you talking about?

Package delivered early today. No return address.

Oh, there was a note.

What note?

Yeah.

We're negative for metal and chemical traces.

No way this little guy's going to blow.

As we expected, car rego was fake. The bomber must have hacked his way into the

transport authority.

To send us here.

Big ears must be some kind of message.

So what's the message?

Your guess is as good as mine.

This apartment must mean something to the bomber or it wouldn't have gone to

this trouble.

Must have meant something to you too, mate.

What was that deja vu all about?

What are they ever about?

Yes, ma 'am.

Uh, yeah, it is. The bomber is messing with it. It's, uh... Wanna talk about

elephant in the room?

Which one?

The one Rory's riding while he holds out on us.

Hey, Sarge.

Dee, I need a deep dive in all past tenants at our current address.

You got it.

Look, I don't want you to worry about the bomber, yeah?

I just want to talk about the day itself.

Like...

What was the weather that day?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Okay.

Is there anything you do remember?

Seagulls.

Remember they were fighting over a piece of silky bread? It was going crazy.

I've forgotten that till this moment.

It's funny what comes back when you don't push it.

I can see why Travis likes it.

What makes you say that?

Noah Hardy took the loss of his fiancee, Charlotte.

Glad he's finally moving on.

What, with me?

Well, that car bomb really messed you up, didn't it?

Sorry I do that. I didn't mean to offend you. No.

I just had one of my flashes.

Of the bomber?

I could see his face.

Evie? Blue.

I'm with Kyle. I need you to run an e -fit.

Okay.

I can stream it to your tablet.

I'm going to give you this.

Hello?

Hello. It's Kyle, isn't it?

My name's Blue. I'm going to try and help you by getting a sketch of the guy

that you saw.

Okay, Kyle.

Shoot me.

Yeah, that's right.

12 -24.

Hill Street, Waterloo.

Sure, I'll hold.

What are you doing?

Farmer sent the team to a random apartment.

J .D. wants me to chase up the past tenants.

The man you want is Jason Wright.

How do you know?

Because that's the apartment where I shot him.

Before AFP, I was with the state cops as part of tactical response.

My first warrant drop was ten years ago. An armed robber named Jason Wright.

Wright was wanted for shooting and killing a cop during a bank job. Intel

he was armed.

That's the same apartment the bomber sent us to.

Wright was on the couch.

He reached for a gun. I fired two shots and he died instantly.

Rory was your team leader, right?

Yeah. Why keep that to himself?

I don't know. Ask him. We did everything by the book.

The bomber left a toy elephant at the site of the shooting with a note, said

were getting warmer.

Does that mean anything to you?

Wright had a son.

He was there in the apartment when his dad got shot.

The poor kid had to walk past a dead body on his way out.

Timothy James Wright.

Mother Lucy Wright died when he was eight years old. Drug overdose.

After his dad's death, it said Tim became a warden of the state.

Where is he now?

Nothing on file.

Looks like he slipped off the radar.

That's because he's a bummer.

His face was kind of less round, sort of more narrow.

More narrow.

Okie dokie.

Hairline was further back.

I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm being much help.

No, you're doing great.

So what happens now?

So I'll run generative AI and that will take what you've given me and give us a

more lifelike composite.

I need a minute.

Yeah, of course.

Blue, how long?

Two shakes of a ram's quail.

Okay, here we go.

That is our bomber.

I'm panning, isn't it?

Evie? Evie can't come to the phone right now.

Evie?

Evie? Evie?

Claire? Claire?

Claire?

It's Evie's. Where would Carl be taking her? Why take her at all? I don't get

it.

Was Carl faking it this whole time?

No, I was there at the aftermath of the car bomb. I saw his wounds.

So he was injured by his own bomb?

Yeah, because he likes to watch.

Though maybe he got too close.

He hid his recovery from me.

They don't know you've seen me. What are you talking about? The apartment.

Jason Wright, his son.

Huh?

Look, I thought it was a coincidence. Oh, coincidence, my ass, mate. You've

withholding this whole time. We could have had Kyle hours ago. Now he has

and that's on you.

Go for trigger.

Hello, Travis.

Evie says hi.

I swear to God, you lay a hand on her. I know.

I know.

You won't rest until you've run me down.

Right now, Evie's welfare depends entirely on what you do next. So, listen

carefully.

First comes on the grid with a driver's license four years ago. Before that,

nothing. Okay, so we change his name. Tim Wright becomes Carl Haddon. So what?

Yeah, we still don't know what his game is. If he's got a plan or if it's all

just random.

I don't think it is.

I ran title deeds on the abandoned house that blew.

It's Connell's first foster home. So it's all personal.

Trigger's old crew. The bus stopped bombing.

Charlotte wasn't just a random victim. She was the target.

This has all been about revenge on the person that killed his dad.

Where is Trigger?

I see you've made a full recovery.

What can I say?

It's a miracle.

Came alone like you asked.

Where is she?

Trigger.

Evie.

That collar was meant for you, Travis.

Looks just as good on her.

Don't you think?

Trigger's phone's off.

Car's gone too.

Senior Councilman Travis Riggs, by native location.

Every camera in the city.

Kyle takes Evie to flush out Trigger. It makes sense.

Okay, so we find Trigger, rescue Evie. As long as we do it in 12 minutes or

less.

Talk to me, Blue.

Kyle is telling us a story.

An innocent boy, Tim Wright, loses his dad and enters the system where he's

transformed into Kyle Haddon. Our bomber with a grudge.

He fled his past and now he's literally blowing it up.

Okay, so Kyle led us to the apartment where his dad died. And his first foster

home before that.

Which are both Tim Wright locations.

So if this is a story of reinvention, when did Tim Wright become Kyle Haddon?

the boys' home that he ran away from.

I'm sending the address to your phones.

They moved me back here right after the foster homes didn't work out.

That was my bed right over there.

You know what they gave us when we arrived?

A toothbrush and a stuffed toy.

And they turned out the lights.

You okay?

It's not the worst fashion choice I've ever made.

But it's up there.

It takes a special woman to laugh in the face of death, Travis.

I'm impressed.

I mean, she's no Charlotte, but Vegas can't be choosers, can it?

You got me here.

Now let her go. But I don't want just you, Travis.

I want to take from you what you took from me.

I want to destroy...

Everything that you care about.

Your dad killed a cop.

I was just doing my job.

I didn't think anything could be worse than that day.

But I was wrong.

Every day, it got worse. And all of that is on you.

Your dad was going to shoot us. With what?

That .38 they found on him.

My dad only ever carried a pistol. That revolver wasn't his.

So I'm going to try this one more time.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun. You know that.

Again.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun.

What was he reaching for, Travis?

His gun, you psycho son of a bitch.

He's stealing time.

One last try.

What do you say?

What do you want me to say? Your dad was reaching for a gun. Did you see it?

The gun he was reaching for.

Did you see it, Travis?

Oh,

yeah, that's right.

You shot an unarmed man that day.

Yes, you did.

You created an orphan that day too.

Now that orphan's going to return the favor.

You better

get to work, Travis.

Otherwise, you'll be pulling a pretty little head out of the ceiling.