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

Mindy, we just have to visualize the wind.

Be positive, or the flowers will absorb in it.

Negativity.

What is there to be positive about?

Those moles 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.

It's time.

We've been over this.

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 better be.

Nice kicks.

I don't think you can bowl in those.

I'm just here for moral support.

You know, blowing some balls with 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 did you guys choose it for team bonding two years in a row?

What are you talking about?

Ever been bowling before?

Yeah, you have, last year.

Say so.

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 involvement 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 teams have bombed us.

Oh good.

That's your mark.

Okay, good movie, thanks.

Ensign Curtis Lee, 26, here on the USS Solomon.

Got into town two weeks ago.

Local cops thinking he jumped.

What do you think?

If he was going to kill himself, why come all the way out here to do it?

How'd he get out of here?

Stadies find any abandoned cars?

Not yet.

It's a new take on pushing up daisies.

More like squashing down posies.

Garden steak impaled straight through his abdomen.

Shouldn't there be more blood?

It's hard to tell.

Steak might be plugging up the wound.

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

D, hit on the overpass, see what we can find.

You got it.

And get Evie to pull CC TV from nearby tollways around the time Cruis went over the side.

We'll do.

What if she ever shows?

You ever reach Evie?

Just text me like a normal person.

Yo, pick up 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 trouble picking up.

Just hit me back.

That's me, I've been saying that.

Oh, no phone.

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

How very dare you Let me guess.

Goodbye, Crew World.

More like hello, sleepless nights.

Wait, is this a paternity test?

Looks like Curtis was gonna be a dad.

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

I was on the job.

Bowling anyone?

Wait, you went to that?

No, thanks for the heads up, partner.

Just feeling really bonded right now.

Oh, man.

See, I love bowling.

Greatest participation sport in America.

Should have called up with a cup.

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.

I can't.

Oh, you are hungover.

Bite me, Jay.

Hi.

Don't horror secret safe for me.

I got you back.

The hell happened to you?

If you went bowling.

Sucker!

Our guy with the steak throwing was Ensom Curtis Lee.

Enlisted at 18, completed his OCS training, got his commission last year.

Blue flamer.

Anything from the tokens?

Still checking.

Right?

Right, Evie?

Uh, yeah, goodbye, Jay.

Hello!

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.

Oh, so I spoke to Curtis's family back in Seattle.

They didn't know anything about the pregnancy.

As 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.

So, why all the secrecy?

Curtis had been at sea for months.

Maybe mom was a shipmate.

So?

Self-fraternization is a serious offense under U.

S.

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's bank statements put him at a bar in King's Cross at 1800 last night.

Staff said he's with two women, both U.

S.

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 a dead guy?

My bad.

Watch and learn.

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.

Triggered too, by the looks of it.

Evie.

Trico and Curtis.

Blood alcohol reading 0.

12.

He's practically pickled.

You know what?

I actually have some paperwork I need to do.

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

Just text me, no pics necessary.

Text me, it's dead.

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.

There's hardly any bleeding around the impalement and fracture size.

You're 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 fibres too, my guess.

Is he was dragged post-mortem.

So, what killed him?

It's an arachnoid hemorrhage caused by blunt force trauma to the head.

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

Pick it up for me, please.

That is a mold of the depression fracture in Curtis's 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.

U.

Navy logistics, based out of Sydney, going on two years.

And you were all out together last night?

How'd Curtis seem?

I had been drinking before he showed up.

Didn't slow down once he got there.

You seemed drunk?

More loose, really.

It got a little weird when Chloe suggested he slow down, then he just failed.

You guys had words?

Not really.

I just told him to chill.

Not annoyed him left.

You say where he's going?

No.

Where best 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 Crutis seeing anyone romantically?

Absolutely not.

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?

To become a dad?

Not even one of them?

What if they 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, franchisation 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 faced being discharged.

Is in legally handover custody.

Can't bring a kid on a destroyer chip.

Being a single parent with a career in the military.

Huge decision, huh?

Not 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?

It's a hand you've been dealt.

You work it out.

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

How do you figure that?

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

Right, so it's a heavy cotton canvas and it was covered in Curtis' DNA.

Could be what the body was dragged in.

What's with all the soap?

So, Doc found soap under Curtis's fingernails, coffee scrub and honeycomb.

Doesn't sound Neavy issue.

That's what I thought.

But then I figured if I could identify the brands and where they stock it, we might be able to work out where else Curtis went last night.

Uh hello.

Hello?

Hey, drill sergeant.

Fix the doors yet?

Well, 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.

Now we'll understand the fancy ass soap.

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

Been on the ship for months, sleeping with his boys, jammed in like sardines.

My guess is making up for lost time.

Pass me, Doc Smold.

Tetris Day Black Lot

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, it 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?

Slay your old constable.

Could still be an accident.

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

Question is who?

You've called Alicia Williams.

Please leave a message.

Alicia and David Williams.

She's a midwife.

He's Australian Navy.

Coincidence.

You know how I feel about them.

Speaking of.

Orange sausage roll down.

Excuse me.

You must be David, right?

That's right.

You guys, friends of Alicia's?

No, Jim Dempsey, AFP.

He's my partner, Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Smells good, mate.

Is there a problem?

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

Is everything okay?

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?

Blue?

Guys, did you get any sleep last night?

You want me to put you to sleep forever?

Come on, Bloody.

Come on.

Hey, whoa, careful.

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

Just in case.

Just in case what?

The AI take over.

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 want to check my emails.

Oh, that should be fine then.

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

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.

And David's the father, obviously.

Something you want to tell me, Dave?

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?

Overs Fertility in Chatswood.

I'm sorry, what's this about?

Do you know who this man is?

Uh yeah, we know Curtis.

He's good mates with a 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'd be 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?

He rang me at work.

I'm a midwife.

He was anxious.

He wanted advice.

Advice about what?

Please, it's essential to help us understand his headspace.

He just found out that he was going to 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?

At the back, by the pool.

How are you holding up?

Mind if I sit?

I do, actually, ma'am.

I 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 Alicia's holiday house.

Was David there?

No, he had to work.

This was eight months ago.

Something like that.

Oh my god.

Sweet house.

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 going to need some time to process.

I understand.

Mind if we hold on to this?

Let's just double-check the chips.

Yep.

Yep, that's it.

All vehicles through the toll point between those hours would obscure the missing plates.

Yeah, go out.

Okay, how about this?

Curtis visits Sydney eight months ago, aka 35 weeks.

And while he's in town, he has an affair with Alicia.

Alicia 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, black towel, 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.

Do you know I can go for a little road trip?

Check it out.

I also need you to go to Ovra's Fertility.

Find out if Alicia's baby really is a result of IVF.

If it's okay with you, Cap.

How about we divide and conquer?

Divide and conquer?

Yeah, I take Triggers in my liaison.

He is AFP after all.

You can take the gas station.

I'm sure you can use some electrolytes and a slim jam.

Sure, but the door's still broken, so someone's going to need to stick around.

Well, 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.

Cute.

You guys gotta make great parents?

Sounds like I missed a good night.

Been a minute since I had a blowout.

Where'd y'all end up?

I can't remember much.

Details are a little lazy.

Yeah, I get it.

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

Evie loves a party.

Am I right?

I guess.

Damn straight.

That girl can parte.

Mm-hmm.

Is there something you want to ask me, Mike?

Nah, we cool.

We good.

She look, sh team dynamics can change when people start to.

Fraternizing 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.

Deshaun Jackson and Trevis 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, back out of bad, too.

Survived on a diet of Vegemite toast for the entire last trimester.

Couldn't keep anything down.

Sucks, huh?

Kids aren't even born yet.

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.

It 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.

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.

How?

Service is sacrificed, Jim.

It's also an honor.

Just like Parenthood.

Yeah.

Hey Cockos, we've got Alicia's medical records from the Sean Addit.

Looks like a successful round of IVF using Alicia's egg and David Sperm.

There goes that theory.

Looks like.

Elysia's estrogen levels at a 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.

Follow the blue Subaru Forrester.

Guess where it led me?

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

Why are you so sure?

It's the same material found on the overpass.

It looks like a drop sheet covered in paint.

Wouldn't be yellow paint, would it?

Mm-hmm.

Same colour David painted the nursery.

Yeah, I hope he's finished because he's about to be in a world of pain.

Got matching paint on a drop sheet used to move Curtis's body, David's car leaving the crime scene and motive.

You have me a drop sheet.

Good job.

David Williams, it's Special Agent Mackey.

Now, Chloe.

Where are Chloe and Alicia?

Alicia's got nothing to do with it.

We've seen her medical records.

We know the truth.

But she's been doing up.

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 Alicia had an affair?

Huh?

It was carrying Curtis's 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 finds out you kill her too?

Whoa.

Are you insane?

None of that happened.

We didn't murder anyone.

You just confessed.

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

Look, you've got it all wrong.

Okay, look, yeah, I'll show you.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hands are I can see them!

First trimester.

Second trimester.

Third.

I didn't calculate.

I had no reason to.

Because Alicia isn't pregnant.

We tried everything: supplements, diets, acupuncture, IVF.

Before you know it's 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 is 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 Alicia 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 know the dad.

Curtis.

What?

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

No, I drove Chloe to the clinic myself.

I was there.

It's our embryo.

It's stuck.

Curtis was last in town 35 weeks ago.

Is it gonna kill her?

What would she kill to hide it?

Alicia was on shift last night, right?

Yeah.

Whose car did she take?

Hers is in for a service, so she t- she took mine.

You owe me ten bucks?

Phone belongs to Curtis.

Check out the wallpaper.

Mate, it is all about the timing.

Chloe, Hadalisha 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 is a successful round of IVF.

Still no sign of Alicia and state police are at the IVF clinic.

The doctor confessed to filing all of Chloe's prenatal records under Alicia's name.

They were hiding the illegal surrogacy.

Right, so is it just me or 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.

Okay, so Codis tells Alicia the truth, that the baby she's waiting for isn't hers.

Alicia'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.

Ventilation 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 Alicia works at.

No sign of her or Chloe.

Forget this.

The unit manager thought I was calling about the theft of a portable humidi crib and a stash of oxytocin.

There's the plan Alicia's gonna induce Chloe That's it hun breathe down.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, you're doing great

Ah, honey.

Sorry we missed you.

Where are you?

I'm in the car.

Couldn't wait any longer.

We're in Labour!

I can't believe we're finally going to 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?

Alicia?

Honey.

I'll call you later.

Got it.

They're heading south near Bundina, about an hour or so away.

Where's your holiday house?

What's gonna happen to her?

An innocent man is already dead.

You wanna 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 her under control.

Baby healthy?

She's perfect.

How's mom doing?

I'm fine.

How are 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.

Felicia, it's time to hand baby to mom.

What are you talking about?

I.

.

I am mom.

But you're not.

Because the IVF didn't work and that baby is Chloe and Curtis's, 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, but you already knew.

Then 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 him your baby.

You guys argued, you pushed him.

Is that how he felt?

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, Alicia.

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 frets, 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 Kurdish 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.

You must leave magic what you need to think will last.

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

Understand your opponent with his gun.

Crying like a fire in the sun.

Look out!

The saints are coming through.

And it's all over now, baby boo.

Hope you're hungry.

Double pepperoni for Bluebird.

Ah, new bluebird.

Cool costume.

You're going to have fancy dress party.

Come on, man!

Get him under control!

Get back!

Don't move!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Are 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.

Tree, you good?

Did you catch the faces?

Any idea what they were looking for?

I think it has something to do with the doors.

The doors?

Out.

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 at capacity.

Plain English, boo.

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.