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This guy works for Meyers.

Looks like he just
broke into the country.

Maybe to break Meyers out of it.

You're plumping up
the cattle for sale.

Let the deal go through.

I get paid,

you get to shut down

the largest narco supply chain
the world has ever known.

It's called
a diffraction pattern.

It most likely contains
vast amounts of data.

That requires trust.

What do I have to do
to earn yours?

Trust takes time.

I need a list of
Delta Force operators

who cycled out
in the last 10 years.

Ryan Brady.

You guys know each other?

Ryan is Trey's dad.

So either way,
we never let it happen again?

Not if we want to continue
working together.

Oh, that is
Director John Callaghan,

Office of National
Control Drug Policy.

I may have let it slip
to the Director

that it's Trey's birthday.

He has offered to take us out
to dinner tonight.

Thank the Director, but
Trey and I already have plans.

Hey, Mom.
Sounds like you got held up.

I'm gonna grab dinner with Dad
and Director Callaghan.

..where
it appears the vehicle

slammed into
the safety barricade,

plunging into the river below.

The only known survivor

is visiting US drug czar,
John Callaghan.

I know, baby, but there's
nothing to worry about.

I'm back on base.
I'm inside the wire. I'm fine.

Just come home, Mom.
I miss you!

I miss you too, Trey.

But Mommy can't come home
just yet.

Why not?

'Cause I still got work to do.

Argh!

Striker 1 is going down!

Brace! Brace! Brace!

It's part of keeping
people safe, baby.

That's what Mommy does.

Hey, what have you got?

Look, as far as we can tell,

there were four people
in the car -

the driver, Callaghan,
Ryan and Trey.

Looks like it veered and crashed
through the barricade at speed.

Rescue divers are in the water.

Hey...

..they found anyone
besides Callaghan?

Oh, God, I...

I'm so sorry.

Talk us through
what you remember.

We... we were driving,

and Trey was telling me
about Yale

and ROTC, all of that.

Then a loud bang and...

I mean, I don't know,

next thing I wake up
on the riverbank.

So how did you get here?
You swim here?

You float? Did someone help you?

I can't remember anything

between going off the bridge
and coming to.

Then think, for Godsake!

We found a body!

What about the other passengers?

Have you found them yet?

There was no one else in
the wreck, ma'am. This is it.

Macka.

Gunshot wound to the head.

Mom?

Oh! Baby!

Ohh!

- Are you okay? Are you hurt?
- Mom...

You're gonna be fine,
sweetheart.

Mom!

They took Dad.

The car was underwater.

It was, like, super dark.

I... I tried to help the driver,

but... he...

We know about the driver, Trey.

It's okay.

We somehow
got to the bank. It...

That's when I heard them.

Heard who?

There was three of them.

They had guns.

What happened, baby?

I tried to stay.

I... I wanted to,
but Dad yelled at me.

He screamed at me,
told me to run and hide.

Trey.

Was this one of the men?

Yes.

Traffic cams.

Princes Highway,
both directions.

Red light, speed cams,
dash cams.

If it's got pixels, I want it.

Do I sound like
I wanna be on hold?

You want me to boss your boss?

I will happily boss your boss.
Put her on.

This is an FBI-NCIS manhunt,
so, respectfully,

you can either help
or get the hell outta our way.

Our tasking is to run down
Delta Guy. Nothing's changed.

Everything's changed.

The drug czar's chief of staff
was just abducted.

Sir, Tate Hanley means
we've got a witness

who can land Meyers
in The Hague.

Our remit remains the same.

No, that's no longer up to you.

This is now
an international incident.

This is DSS.
This is the State Department.

This is the White House,
for Godsake!

And us.

You're not hearing me.

This is bigger than all of you.

You're a heartbeat away
from being shut out.

But until then,
we're still here.

Ryan is my son's dad.

Okay?

I'll keep the door open
as long as I can,

but... we're NCIS, not NSA.

Only so much I can do.

Boss, Ryan dropped this off

when he picked up Trey
this arvo.

Thanks.

Last 10 years of Delta operators
who have cycled out.

Bingo.

Cross-check these with
the passport photo of Delta Guy.

And we can put a name
to this son of a bitch.

And big breath in, mate.

Hmm.

Dad's got type 1 diabetes.

Oh. And... out.

He needs insulin twice a day.

He misses even one round
and he could get really sick.

Like, he could...

People with
long-term health issues

are usually pretty good
at managing them.

Besides,
he won't be missing that long.

Not if your mum's got
anything to do with it.

What do you mean?

She walked in here day one

and she started
throwing her weight around

like she was Stormin' Norman
himself.

End of that day, she had
broken into a nuclear submarine,

stolen a dead sailor

and hijacked
an Australian Navy helicopter.

So whoever took your dad...

..has got your mum to answer to.

Assuming she wants him back.

Hey, you're selling her short.

She doesn't walk away
from a fight.

Macka.

State cops are convinced

the primary target
was Callaghan.

So why not take him?

Maybe they couldn't find him.

It was dark. Limited time frame.
They panicked.

These guys just took out
the driver of a moving vehicle

with a single shot.

They're not the panicking kind.

I think Ryan was the target.

So what's Meyers' game
by snatching Ryan?

Meyers is selling
The Collective.

And what good is that
if he's doing life in prison?

And Hanley's testimony

suddenly makes that
a distinct possibility.

It's a prisoner swap.

Ryan for Meyers.

Well, that's a non-starter.

The government will do
everything in its power

to get Ryan back,
but that cannot extend

to negotiating with
narco-terrorists.

Meyers doesn't see himself
that way.

We're not even certain
it is Meyers.

Are you kidding me?

This guy took Ryan

and he works for Meyers.

Have you been paying attention,
Ambassador?

Let's just, uh, take a beat,
shall we?

Someone like Meyers

knows the longstanding
government position,

yet he still takes Ryan?

How's that make any sense?

I have no idea, which is why
we should hear him out.

What the hell have we got
to lose at this point?

Is that a serious question?

The optics would be
catastrophic.

Due respect, we just lost
the drug czar's chief of staff

to a narco-syndicate.

We don't get him back,

we set the war on drugs back
a decade.

You don't win wars by
surrendering to the enemy.

I've spoken to the President.

Our position is clear.

Ryan's a friend.

You know that.

But we need to hold our ground.

I promise you,

Lee Meyers will see
his day in court.

We just need to be patient.

We will get Ryan back.

Yeah?

I just hope he's still breathing
when you do.

God, I wish I could still smoke.

Remember those days?
Fella could smoke on a plane.

Hell, I was smoking
in the delivery room

during the birth
of my eldest boy.

You ever smoke, Agent Mackey?

Filthy habit.

Now all I'm left with
is this crap.

Hmm?

Go easy on the Ambassador.

She's a lounge act,
but everyone's got a boss.

Besides, we start
negotiating with terrorists,

we'll have every whack-job from
here to Sanaa with his hand out.

So what do I tell my boy?

- Just sit tight, be patient?
- God, no.

Patience is the last vestige
of the coward.

Meyers is not gonna see
the inside of any courtroom.

You know that, right?

What the hell you talking about?

He trashed the CIA's reputation.

So?

So you think the agency's
gonna be patient?

No.

They're gonna put a bag
over his head

and toss him in the hold
of a C-130.

Then they're gonna fly him to
some dark spot on the map

and pick the flesh
from his bones

until there's nothing left.

So what do you suggest?

If you wanna make a deal...

..you gotta get in
before the vultures.

And how am I supposed
to do that?

He's in prison.
I put him there, remember?

Everyone's got a boss.

Mine's a mercantile man.

Bring me something to sell.

I just relayed the message
from the Consulate.

Let me guess - do nothing
and trust the process?

That is the official line,
anyway.

Callaghan pulled me aside after.

He's what you'd call a realist.

Is that good or bad?

Figures Meyers won't see
the inside of a courtroom.

His former employers
will make sure of that.

So if we're planning on doing
something stupid...

..now is the time.

So are we planning on doing
something stupid?

'Cause for a minute there
I thought

you were suggesting
we go full gangster.

Macka, do I need to remind you
that I'm 40 and white?

No, Jim,
that much is very clear.

In which case,

maybe we focus our energy
on nailing Reid Cannon.

Who's Reid Cannon?

Delta Guy!
Mr. Reid Cannon.

Joined the Army
straight out of high school,

bounced through Rangers

and eventually made selection
for US Delta Force.

When did he cycle out?

Oh, pretty sure he would have
caught a plane, right?

Anyhoos, shortly after that,

Mr. Cannon was shown the window
for conduct very unbecoming.

For the next few years,

Cannon was cashing checks -

PMCs, agencies, including CIA.

Went dark after that.

Likely when he joined Meyers.

So now we know who we're
looking for, how do we find him?

How about we follow the money?

- JD Dempsey, AFP.
- Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

- Evie Cooper, AFP.
- Ally Park, FBI.

I'm sorry, where did you say
you were from again?

AFP, NCIS, FBI. Take your pick.

Pam Slocombe, office manager.
Can I be of assistance?

I'm sure you can, Pam.

You've got a client
by the name of Reid Cannon.

We need access to
all of his accounts.

Yeah, this is bank.

We don't just open our books
to anyone.

There are regulations,
as I'm sure you understand.

I'm afraid you don't have
the right paperwork.

Oh! You want paperwork?
No problem.

D, get me the IRS. I get it.

Sometimes it's just easier to
cut to the chase, right?

Yes, sir. Special Agent
Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

I'd like to speak to
the Inspector General, please.

International money laundering.

Special Agent Mackey, is it?

Look, our clients
rely on our discretion.

I mean, end-to-end encryption,
numbered accounts.

I honestly don't have access
to that sort of information.

That's why we brought
our friend.

Okay, I've managed to isolate a
couple of Mr. Cannon's accounts.

You say the word and I freeze
them back to the Ice Age.

No. Keep them active.

We don't wanna spook him.

Okay, well, most of his money is
hidden in LLCs, shell companies.

Wow!

He has a heap of shares

in instant ramen noodles.

Do you reckon he
knows something that we don't?

Let's get busy.

Everything we can on this guy.
Full pattern of life.

So did you really call the IRS?

You wanna check?

Be my guest.

You know, there's a difference
between trust and blind trust.

Right?

Sure.

Trust is what happens
when the rubber hits the road.

Why don't we talk about it
when we get there?

Are you okay?

What is this?

A job offer?

Apparently.

But you already have a job.

I know you don't do much,
but still you get paid.

It's technically a job.

AFP have asked me
to rejoin the team.

Right.

What about your, um...

..you know, your death wish?

Yeah, well,

I took another psych eval
last week.

I didn't think it'd work out.

But it did?

Not as crazy as they thought.

It's... it's huge.

Congratulations.

First tour's international.

Minesweeping in Cambodia.

Oof!

You sure that's a promotion?

Yo.

Might have something.

One of Cannon's accounts
was recently active.

Paid for a food delivery service
just last night.

What was the delivery service?

And where was it delivered?

Macka, we need to
bring in Tactical.

If Cannon's up there,

only a matter of time
before he knows we're here.

Macka, we go in without backup,

we end up
like Border Force agents.

I thought we agreed
not to go full gangster.

I didn't agree to anything.

- She always like this?
- Not always.

Sometimes she's asleep.

Anyone afraid of heights?

Have at it, Trigger.

Just like hot-wiring a car.

And, of course,

the thing to remember
with azaleas

is that they need to be
well drained,

slightly acidic soil.

On the pH scale, probably
5 to 6 is the golden zone.

Trig.

..it's important to remember

azaleas are typically
smaller shrubs,

not to be confused
with rhododendrons,

which grow to become
larger shrubs or trees.

As is well documented
on this program,

my ex-husband
often muddled the two.

Oh.

Ooh!

DeShawn!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Ohh. Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Drop your weapon.

Drop it!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Argh!

DeShawn!

I know what I'd do.

Oh. Keep going.

Oh! Oh!

Ahh! DeShawn!

- Argh!
- D!

It's not gonna hold!

Argh!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Come on.

Okay, D.

You did not think
this one through!

You good?

Yeah.

Oh!

I'll get onto the Staties.
Kick out a 5K perimeter.

No. Let him run.

Hey, Blue, how'd we do?

So I spoofed
the Food Dood delivery service

that Cannon used

and slipped in
a zero-click exploit.

Wait, we own Cannon's phone?

I can't track its locations,

but I can monitor
its communications.

- Meaning?
- Meaning we're now in the game.

Got a minute, sir?

For you, I've got 30 seconds.

You heard
we got close to Cannon?

I did. You typically don't get a
second swing at guys like this.

Typically, no.

If you've got something to sell,
now's the time.

Meyers has been moved to
Garrick Air Base.

He'll be on a flight
this time tomorrow.

In which case,
it's time to call your boss.

No, I don't want to
take a survey.

Hello, Lee.

Michelle, my belle.

I'm glad you called.

Didn't want to miss the
opportunity to say au revoir.

I heard you got your own plane.

You must feel very special.

Well, it is a long trip home.

Assuming that's where
you're going.

Why?

- You know something I don't?
- I mean, yeah.

It's a government plane.

Just not sure
which branch of government.

What if it's one
that's not happy

with you trashing
its reputation?

What if your future is not hot
dogs and constitutional rights.

What if it's

sleep deprivation

and death metal 24/7?

Well, gee, I guess you won't see
baby daddy ever again.

Unless you're offering
something.

You for Ryan. One time only.

- Goodbye, Agent Mackey.
- Oh, come on.

You didn't even hear the terms.

There is no world

where the government
signs off on that.

I'll take my chances
in Federal Court.

Sure.

Or we could look at something

a little more... unconventional.

An off-the-books resolution
with the approval

of a high-ranking
government official.

Go on.

I need

proof of life for Ryan,

a swap location,

and the identity
of your mystery buyer.

There is the rub.

Non-negotiable.

When?

How's tomorrow sound?

I think tomorrow is wide open.

Someone will be in touch.

Damn, boss.
That was baller.

Maybe.

But if this blows up on us...

..none of us walk away
unscathed.

So...

..anyone wants out,

say the word.

What about you, Agent Park?

You had me at 'baller'.

Go home.
Get some shut-eye.

We're gonna need it.

Rise and shine, corn nuts.

Come on.

Corn nuts?

Respect.

Really? You're gonna leave me
hanging? Today of all days?

Okay.

Evie.

What's up?

I, um...

I thought we agreed we couldn't
do this and still work together.

I start next week.

Huh!

We're good to go?

Uh...

Yep. Roger.

- Yeah.
- Package is ready to go.

Is that Meyers' people?

Yep. Proof of life.

You seeing this, Blue?

Hold the phone.

Mr. Ryan's swap site is
an abandoned quarry in Hornsby.

Got it!

On the move, y'all.

I'm not loving this.

Oh, son of a bitch.

We do not have proof of life.
Repeat.

We are no go for Ryan.

We knew this could
happen. Stick to the plan.

Come on.

Get out of the car!

Out now!

Hands in the air.

Move!

Mr. Meyers.

How are we looking, Pam?

Total comms blackout,
as requested.

Mr. Cannon?

On the plane with Ryan.
I'm afraid he's in a bad way.

Hmm. Sorry to hear that.

Well, you know, it's game day
when Mr. Shinto's here.

And there he is,
the drug czar himself.

The Riot Squad really necessary?

Give us a minute.

Lose the masks.
We're not robbing banks.

So, know anyone who wants to buy
the world's biggest drug cartel?

Where the hell are they?

There's been a slight delay.

Weapons.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Is that you, girl?

You not dead?

Alive and kicking, D.

We've got the real snatch team.

Now go rescue the fake one.

Copy that.

Uh-uh. Wait for
the cavalry, Macka.

- Cannon's on that plane.
- So is Ryan.

40 and white, remember?

Oh, who would have thought

an enterprise this large would
fit on a device that small?

I hope you won't be offended

if Mr. Shinto makes sure
it's all there.

By all means.

You'll find supply routes,
bank accounts,

networks, friends of the family.

The Collective's
entire operation.

Very good. Let's pay the man.

Hard-wired portable satellite

means we can sit outside
the monitored networks.

Nice and discreet.

Congratulations, Mr. Meyers.

Welcome to retirement.

Pamela, go fire up my new plane.

Macka... Macka?

Move!

Swear to God,

if you've screwed me, Meyers,
I will find you.

If I've screwed you, Director,
you won't have to. Now, go!

Get on the plane.

Argh!

Where's Meyers?

Still in the hangar.
Ryan's on the plane.

You take Meyers.

He's all yours.

We'll cover you.

Three, two, one. Go!

Argh!

Argh!

JD, I'm out.

DeShawn!

Remember me?

Petty Officer.

Glad you could make it.

You're a hard man to find.

Mish?

Argh!

What do you say, bro?

- We sort this out, mano a mano?
- Really?

You don't wanna just chill
for a second? Catch our breath?

Get up.

Get up!

I thought you were
Special Forces.

Nothing special
about that, mate.

Come on.

- You shouldn't be here.
- Yes.

- That's what I was thinking.
- Ugh!

But your son insisted.

He's kinda stubborn like that.

I wonder where
he gets that from.

This is for my boss.

Oh! Ohh.

You were saying?

No.

No, no, no. No, absolutely not.

You got a better idea, soldier?

Step in.

Special Agent Mackey.

One parachute short of
a happy ending.

You win some, you lose some.

Don't worry.

I'll be back.

Argh!

There it is. Full gangster.

Macka, you good?

I will be.

I hope you're not here to gloat,
Agent Mackey.

It's unbecoming.

Enjoy Romania.

Jackass.

Now I'm good.

Just watching that
makes me dizzy.

♪ Stormy weather

When are you gonna tell them?

♪ Well, it's the same room...
I don't know. Maybe tomorrow.

You know, um,
yeah, just for the record...

..it really sucked
watching you die.

Appletinis in a can?

Huh? What? Was I supposed
to make them myself?

What, they don't teach you that
at Quantico?

No, no, clashed with
explosives training.

Here's to you,
Special Agent Park.

Back at you,
Special Agent Jackson.

- Ooh!
- Hey!

Okay, Doc, I didn't know
you could cut shapes like this.

What you don't know about me
would fill a book,

and a very sordid one at that.

Now, that I have
never doubted, Rosie.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry to interrupt.

Do you mind
if I cut you off, boss?

He's all yours, Blue.

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪ Everywhere you go...

Cheers.

It's all you, Macka.

♪ Everywhere you go...

Did I ever tell you...

♪ Always take the weather...

..you're a catch, Sergeant?

Now you mention it...

Mom, come on.
Let's get a photo.

Yes. Ah!

I'll take it. Let's go.

Okay, tighter, everyone.

Suck it in.

Love you, Mom.

I love you too.

You know, that's not too bad
for three super-ugly people.

- Oh!
- That's nice.

Give me your phone.
I'll AirDrop it to you.

Um, you know what,
I actually lost it.

♪ Always take the weather...

- Right. Uh...
- ♪ Take the weather

♪ The weather with you...

You know there's such a thing
as a Find My phone app, right?

Mm-hm.