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Game over, Garcia.

Come on, it's a flesh wound. It's an F1 grenade. Your insides are now on the

outside. Way to go, Garcia!

Give me a break, I'm

already... Hang

in there.

You're gonna be okay.

Medic!

Nothing sets the top end like the warm embrace of the tropics. Warm?

J.D., the air is sweating.

Well, Darwin's 12 degrees south of the equator.

Three seasons. Wet, dry, and get me the hell out of here.

I think I'll go back to Sydney now.

Hell no!

This is where it's at.

Oh, fancy that.

Sean is pumped.

Why not?

An all-expenses-paid trip to Australia's tropical north.

Unspoiled beaches, cute critters, you know? We should get jet skis. We should

get air con.

Is this your first time on the top end?

You are going to love it, kiddo. What's top of your list?

Honey, you should ask that.

Gunnery Sergeant Jensen, ma'am.

Welcome to Donnelly. Special Agent Mackey, NCAS.

Jim Dempsey, AFP. Good to meet you. Wish it was under better circumstances, sir.

Base is at capacity on account of the ceremony.

Hope you don't mind. We've had to house your team in field tents.

I lived out of a shipping container of bog room for three months.

A tent will be just fine.

Doc, Blue, get a temp HQ stood up. Right.

Gunny, let's take a look at the crime scene.

Oorah.

What's this ceremony?

It sounds very exciting.

Ah, Feb 19, commemoration of the Japanese bombing of Darwin in World War

II. It's a very big deal up here.

Adding that to the list.

I'll get the back.

What's up?

Can't handle the hate?

I was deployed in Afghanistan in the height of summer. I'm talking 120

Fahrenheit, sandstorms, snakes.

Darwin ain't got nothing on me. I can adapt to any environment.

There's your crime scene.

Some of the biggest tides on the planet up here. Up to 10 meters.

RIP forensics. Unless you brought your goggles.

Wouldn't recommend it, ma'am.

Box jellyfish will kill you in minutes.

Box jellyfish? Yeah, then there's the Irukandji. They're worse.

Don't even get me started on the salties.

The what?

Crocs.

Being attacked by one's like being hit by a car going 60 miles an hour, except

the car has teeth.

Hey, so, a tropical paradise where you can't swim?

Yeah. The hell is this place?

Survival of the fittest.

It is Darwin, after all.

Talk me through the exercise, Gunny.

My marines were launching an amphibious assault.

The Australians were dug in on the beach.

Why the live fire?

It wasn't, ma'am.

Rounds were blanks.

Ordinance was inert.

Except for the grenade that killed Garcia.

Yeah, I did a live grenade and make it onto the battlefield.

But clearly, somewhere along the line, it must have got mixed up with the

training one.

That's one hell of a mix-up.

Combat training exercises are designed to replicate the real thing.

Accidents are a tragic reality.

But this... You were in the field during the exercise?

As a white cell man, an observer.

I didn't see the explosion, only heard it.

Where's the Sean and Evie?

At least we can take my bath off the hill list. I got into orifices I didn't

even know I had.

Watch it.

You want a gun? You want some?

As you were, Marines.

Sort of thing happen a lot up here.

Marine rotational force means two and a half thousand Americans on an Australian

army base.

Throw in a little mango madness, whole place is a tinderbox. Come again?

Mango madness.

It's where the heat gets under your skin.

You know, people become snappy, tempers flare, but the secret is stay hydrated,

breathable fabrics, and, you know, keep them cool.

Good to know.

Either way, Garcia's death hasn't helped.

Everyone's on edge.

Based on the fragments, it looks like Mr. Garcia was killed using a US M69

training grenade.

How? Trainers blow smoke.

No way they could do that sort of damage. Maybe someone screwed up,

thought it were real explosives.

Someone's getting fired?

Well, if that was the case, we'd expect to find residue from military-grade

explosives like TNT RDX.

Instead, Mr. Garcia's covered in potassium perchlorate, aluminium and

dextrin. Homemade explosives.

Which means whoever packed the grenade and took it onto that beach, they

weren't there to train.

They were there to kill.

It's impossible.

There's no way I let a live grenade onto a training course, ma'am. Everyone makes

mistakes.

Not me, ma'am.

Not when it comes to the lives of these Marines.

These are the training grenades used in last night's exercise.

All signed out by you? Yes, sir. And obviously you're one short.

That's correct.

And we're assuming that's the grenade that killed Garcia, right?

No, ma'am. I personally verified that only M69 training grenades were in this

box. Whatever killed Corporal Garcia didn't come from my stock.

Well, I guess we'll see.

We're currently reassembling the grenade fragments.

Gonna be awkward if it links back here, won't it?

If it does, you can have my stripes, sir.

The exercise was filmed via drone.

The forces wore GPS trackers, pinpoints where everyone was at the time of the

explosion. Fused length of an American M69 grenade is between four and five

seconds.

Giving us this thorough radius.

Anyone inside it could have thrown that grenade that killed Garcia.

How many suspects?

Five in total. Three Americans, two Aussies. Well, hang about. You said it

was a U.S. grenade.

What, are you somehow suggesting now that an Aussie soldier got hold of an

American grenade?

Well, after-action reports claims no one saw who threw that grenade.

Just keeping an open mind, Sarge.

Roll it again.

No one inside the blast radius is running.

What does that tell us?

None of those men threw the grenade.

They didn't know it was coming.

Find out who was just outside the blast radius.

Ah, see, that's why you earned the big bucks, boss.

On it.

Hey, Evie, can we get the background on the dead Marine?

Yeah, sure thing.

Corporal David Moneybags Garcia.

Fancy restaurants, expensive toys, a little outside the pay grade of an E4

corporal. Who's the woman?

Maria Suarez, Darwin local.

Works for a regional aid organisation, Humanicor.

Huh. Maria's also an active member of the East Timorese expat community and

almost certainly doing the top-end tango with Garcia.

Okay. Go make friends.

Your man of call means something to you?

Just knew a guy who worked for them a few years back, is all.

Come and have a Captain Cook at this, will you?

Now, one side of Garcia's head is peppered with shrapnel, as you'd expect,

but over here is a large contusion.

Brown, yellow and coloration. That's indicating the blunt trauma he suffered

a few days earlier. A punch, maybe.

So Garcia was attacked before the training exercise?

And by the looks of things, he got a few in himself.

I'd be asking any of your suspects if they've got bruises of their own.

Hey, hungry?

Shout you a crockburger.

Wait, first time you've ever offered to buy me food, and it's that?

I just want you to have the full Darwin experience.

I'm good.

Maria Suarez, Special Agent Jackson, NCIS.

Got a minute?

David and I met at the markets.

How long ago was that?

Eight months.

give or take seemed like y'all were tight we were planning a trip to the

states to meet his parents you're east team marie's right yeah we moved

here when i was six that pre or post independence that defense you speak to a

lot of my people think real independence is still a long way off that's why i

volunteer at the stall maria we took a look at corporal garcia socials seems y

'all like to party huh

Not much else to do up here. Still, really splashed the cash, didn't he? A

little rock star, the Marine Corporal.

Do you know where he got it?

If he was involved in anything illegal, it's important we know. It could really

help our investigation.

Investigation?

He died in a training accident.

We're just looking at all angles.

Did Garcia have any enemies?

No.

Everyone loved David.

Except whoever got into a fight with him a few days ago. I don't know anything

about a fight.

Look, I really can't help you.

Fair enough.

If you think of anything, though, give us a call, yeah?

You know she was lying, right?

You know, don't listen to the others.

You are gonna make a great cop one day.

Who's she talking to?

Angus Tipolora, a corporal in the Australian Army.

And one of the Aussies on the battlefield with Garcia, just outside

the blast radius.

Well, I think Angus just became our prime suspect.

Ooh, skimmer boats.

Yeah, hard pass.

Oh, right, yeah.

You were swimming.

You know, honestly, up here, you got nothing to worry about. You fall in,

Croc will eat you way before you drown.

Actually, they death roll you. Break every bone in your body, then you drown.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Death roll?

Bloody midges.

Are you getting it? Girl, midges no better than that. Yeah, okay.

What are midges?

Helps him settle down.

What do you reckon, sis? You hungry?

Chilly mud crab. Make you cry.

Good boy.

Only if you're interested.

What specialty of yours?

One of many.

You mind if I take a look around?

Go for it, boss.

Just be careful of snakes, bud.

How do you know Maria Suarez?

Grew up together.

You two romantic?

No, nothing. We're just friends.

So which way, sis? Chili mud, crab and rice, blood chung on the side.

I'm not just sis, bros.

I'm a cop investigating a murder. Okay, officer.

Just being friendly.

I don't need friendly.

Someone was murdered on a beach not three miles from here. Hang on, I don't

know anything about that murder.

Thought there was an accident.

So did we.

At first.

Your Garcia seemed pretty flush with cash.

You know how he was making it?

No idea. Hardly near the bloke.

Enough to fight him, though.

That's how you got the bruises, right?

If you haven't noticed, a little bit of heat up here sometimes makes a bloke

lash out. Not a good look.

Seeing as you were close enough to throw the grenade... There was a lot of

soldiers there. You talking to them?

They didn't have a grudge. No grudge here?

More mud crabs?

Not exactly.

Potassium, chlorate, aluminum, and dextrin. Exact same ingredients that's

in the grenade that killed Garcia.

So Maria learns that Garcia's been murdered and you're her first call.

Why's that?

She was freaked out. I was consoling her. She's family.

You do anything to protect your family, right?

Who did Maria need protecting from? Was it Garcia?

Or something he was involved in?

Well, maybe Maria put you up to it. I didn't kill him, all right? Really?

Okay. Because this is what your explosives did, mate.

I'm being set up.

By who?

How do I know? Isn't that your job?

Look, I'm an Aussie grunt.

You pin a Marine's murder on me, I go back to that base, I'm a dead man.

So help us not charge you with murder then, mate.

Is it hot enough for you, Bluebird?

Put it away.

I'm just running a brute force attack on Rankin's thumb drive to try and crack

the encryption.

He's in a coma and you're on holidays. It can wait, Bluebird.

I like that tattoo.

Oh, thanks.

It's just something that my brother drew.

Didn't know you had a brother.

What's his story?

I don't know, to be honest. We haven't spoken for a while.

Yeah, fair enough.

Rosie, can I ask a favour?

Mm-hmm.

When we get back to Sydney, there's something I need you to have a look at

for me.

In a professional capacity.

Of course.

Whatever you need.

So, what do we do now?

We're going to try and find out where that million-dollar barra is.

Million-dollar what-a?

Barramundi. Every year, they tag a healthy young barra, and then they

release it out there somewhere off the waters of Darwin.

And whoever catches it wins... Wins a million dollars? No, no, no, it's more

than that. That's a moment in time that can define a person's legacy. A place...

The place in the history books.

And a million dollars.

And a million dollars, yes.

Wow.

You know Bluebird?

No. It's only one cast away. I can't. I will mess it up. Come on, that's the

beauty of fishing.

You can't mess it up.

Okay.

Or maybe you can.

Take him inside till things settle down.

He's public enemy number one right now. You got it, boss.

I don't know about this, Mecca.

Come on, it holds.

Overprotective former boyfriend doesn't like the flashy new guy and all of his

American dollars.

Toss in some mango madness, got yourself death by love triangle.

Crime's a passion, a spur of the moment.

This took planning.

You know, my gut says Angus is telling the truth.

Or he's using a US grenade as the perfect misdirect.

Get us looking at the Marines, keep the Aussies out of the frame. Okay, how does

an Aussie grunt get hold of a US grenade?

That's what we're here to find out, isn't it?

I'm gonna head back.

See if I can find a shirt that isn't wet through before dinner.

You coming?

You go.

I'm having dinner off base.

Alright, no worries.

Catch you later then.

Yeah.

He's through here, man.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about before. I wasn't trying to style up with you. Nothing like that.

Yeah, you were.

Maybe a little bit.

Can you blame me?

Tell me I was something?

A.T.

Angus Tipolori, yeah?

NMS is Maria Suarez.

So not just friends then?

Oh, Maria.

It was a teenage crush.

She's mates with my little sister.

She's like my sister.

Either way, that's what the fight with Garcia was about, right?

Not the way you're saying it.

Then what was it?

Garcia got Maria involved in something and... What?

You were just looking out for her? Look, I didn't kill him. I'm telling you.

Yeah, but if you did, you would tell me, wouldn't you?

Well, probably not, I suppose.

But I reckon you could get it out of me, one way or another.

Look, I'll tell you what.

When you find whoever killed Garcia and I get off the hook, you, me, chilly mud

crab.

What do you reckon?

You're going in.

Extra blood chung, eh?

Help you, fellas?

Wanted to have a chat with your Aussie friend in there.

Yeah, he's not really taking visitors right now. Not surprised.

Where on the street is, he killed one of ours.

Come on, bro.

We want to stay alone.

Well, if you ask again, then you can join him aside.

Nice and cozy.

What do you say?

Yo, let's kick it.

We'll be watching.

Look at you.

Throwing a Wyatt Earp on me.

Suits you.

The bar was closing.

Ah, Michelle.

I should have called.

You think?

I haven't seen you for six years and you stand me up at the Darwin Trailer Boat

Club? Look.

Port Morrisby, it's flooding.

We are only halfway loaded and racing the tide. I'm so sorry.

Can you forgive me?

How long before the tide turns?

So I guess they figured I couldn't do too much damage all the way down in

Sydney.

I hope you proved them wrong, huh?

Well, my best behavior... has actually been...

Kind of great.

Sort of... Home away from home, you know?

If you say so.

What's that supposed to mean? Nothing, it's just... When I first met you, you

were flying helicopter and sleeping in a tent in the desert.

Now you're what?

A policeman?

Well, you can talk.

You are the CEO of a big company, and yet here you are, hauling bags of rice

at midnight.

You're really kicking ass, too, huh?

It's a sign.

What does the sign say exactly?

You up early or in late?

Why? You keeping tabs?

Nah, I wouldn't dream of it.

Correct answer.

Well, you want to go, uh, take a look at the crime scene again?

Sure beats whatever this is.

So, the boats landed there, and then Garcia made his way up the beach and was

here when the grenade exploded.

And Angus was positioned there in the scrub.

So what's that, about a 20-meter throw?

Well, distance isn't the problem.

How's he going to throw through all this?

He's a top-end soldier.

Read him tough up here, mate.

Hey, Tom Brady.

Find the end zone.

You missed.

It's fine. Just because he couldn't have thrown the kill shot doesn't clear him

from having the bomb ingredient.

Maybe Angus had a co-conspirator.

Macca! Macca!

What? Behind you!

He could have warned me.

Oh, no, you're right. That's my boat.

Could a croc get up here?

My boat, we don't find out.

Congratulations, Bluebird. You're first.

Holiday jigsaw.

Now, next tip for you is how to drink beer in this climate before it goes hot.

You drink it fast.

Hmm, how about a lemonade?

How about a batch coat?

Yep, coming right up.

You recovered from your croc adventure?

I thought Steve Irwin would know better. I'll blow it out your arse, Doc.

Wow.

Sounds like he's been touched by the mango.

I haven't been touched by... Mate, you do sound a bit snippy. I'm not, OK? I'm

just a little bit hot.

And bothered. And bothersome, if I'm being completely honest.

Oh, sorry.

Bingo. We've got the batch code, and we can trace the grenade.

I don't understand.

So it is one of yours?

Was. It's U.S. Marine issue, but it wasn't part of the batch that was used

in the training exercise.

Its lodge is already having been decommissioned.

How's that possible?

They get earmarked to be shipped back to the States to be demilled. Who signed

off on it from this end?

One sec.

Who was it?

Corporal David Garcia.

This is Garcia from last week.

Looks like we just found where Garcia picked up his extra cash.

Yeah, sweet side hustle too.

Stealing ordnance he was in charge of destroying. Including the grenade that

destroyed him.

Which tells me he's most likely not acting alone.

What are you thinking then?

Business partnership goes bad?

Someone gets scared, tries to cover their tracks?

Someone as in Angus?

No honor among thieves.

I'm pulling records of everything he was tasked with destroying.

If he's taking other stuff, there's a chance we can track it down.

Who assigns decommissioning duties?

Well, Cortner Jensen was done randomly among the Marines. You know, names in a

hat type of thing.

Might have something.

Been going over Garcia's phone records from the night of the theft.

Garcia made a call 30 minutes after he left with whatever was in those boxes.

Who to?

Say hello to the pointy end of our love triangle.

She's a logistics officer at Humana Corps.

A weapons thief and a woman with international shipping access.

Match made in heaven.

Michel! Etienne, good to see you again.

Ça va? Ça va.

I'm good with a handshake.

Ah, you must be JD.

Etienne Cabrel, enchanté.

Michel, she's told me about you.

Ah, bonjour, has she?

Etienne and I are old friends.

First crossed paths in Syria, 2013.

Yeah, I was based in Damascus with Médecins Sans Frontières.

Etienne's team were captured by insurgents, and I was part of the rescue

op. Yeah, she came under fire while trying to save us.

I'm only here because of her. He's exaggerating. Oh, yeah? Show him your

scar. I stitched her up while we waited for the exfil team. With mint-flavored

dental floss, the scar's still a little green-tinged.

Super fascinating.

Let's park the health check, shall we?

I'm sure Michel here has mentioned that we're here under a murder investigation.

Yes, of course. Please, please wait.

Great.

I don't think I recognise his cologne.

I owed it too much.

Everything okay?

Oh, Blue, I... You... That bear has got your name written all over it.

Oh.

Thank you.

It's a graphite compass.

You didn't look around, did you?

Jason Rice.

Huh? What is it? I think I've just cracked Rankin's thumb drive.

Hmm. If only I spoke legalese.

You guys go all the way into the Malacca Straits.

We go wherever we are needed.

There's more pirates up there than anywhere else on the planet.

How do you avoid them?

We don't. We usually come to an arrangement.

You pay them off.

How else are we meant to get aid shipments into their ports?

I can tell you don't approve.

Well, yeah, I'm a cop, so we're generally not big on paying bribes to

criminals. Jim.

No, it's fine, Michel. I understand your partner's point of view.

And in a perfect world, I agree with it. But this is not a perfect world.

Look, we're tracking two boxes of stolen military munitions.

We believe they are transported here, most likely bound for Timor-Leste.

You don't look too surprised.

Where would I be?

We spend all of our budget on aid and logistics.

There is no line item for security.

Okay, if the weapons were transported here, any idea where they might be now?

Wouldn't have a lockpick, would you?

Nice.

Hey, there's one box.

Where's the second?

How about we ask Maria?

You let an armed smuggler into an international port.

I let my boyfriend in so we could watch the sunset.

Oh, and then smuggled arms? What are you talking about?

Those M16s we just found. They were earmarked for East Timor. You have

connections there, right?

I have family.

Including your cousin, with ties to a militant group.

We made some calls.

Where's the second box, Maria?

I don't know anything about any boxes.

Come on. There are stolen US-issued M16s in a shipping container under your

control. What are we supposed to think? I don't know. Well, it's either you or

David, or you and David.

So which one is it?

David, he... He was interested in the struggles of my people.

The freedom fighters.

He just wanted to speak to someone on the ground.

Someone like your cousin?

Did you suggest Garcia get in touch with him?

Or did he ask you?

He asked me.

What? You think that he was planning this all along?

That he used me?

He loved me. I loved him. He wouldn't.

He wouldn't.

I've gone through everything Garcia signed off on to be sent stayside. There

are no more boxes missing.

Okay, that's good news.

But I am looking at a third box here that doesn't contain what it's supposed

to. Meaning? Meaning someone must have swapped out the contents.

What's in it?

M16s. And what's supposed to be in it?

A stinger.

As in a stinger missile?

As in the type that takes down passenger jets.

So Garcia steals two boxes of old weapons to ship to East Timor. Both are

marked M16s, but the contents of one box has been swapped out for a Stinger

missile. Why?

Stinger's worth more?

Maybe, but why swap the boxes?

They're going to be destroyed anyway. No one's going to know. Maybe Garcia didn't

make the swap. Maybe it was someone else.

Why?

To make Garcia an unwitting mule to get the missile off base?

Then Garcia pops the box, finds a Stinger, panics.

Because he's smuggling M16s, not a surface-to-air missile.

You know, he wants nothing to do with that. Doesn't want to get it in the

wrong hands.

So he hides it. But when this other guy comes to collect, no missile.

And Garcia pays the price.

Okay.

So who's the other guy? Well, the only other person Garcia called that night

other than Maria was Angus.

Find out what he knows.

Come on, J.D. You wanted a business partner.

Angus fits the bill. How?

Whoever swapped the stinger had to have access to the decon room and be able to

guarantee that Garcia was on duty that night.

That's not Angus. Well, who then?

Jensen said assignments were random.

Are these the vests from the training exercise?

Yes, ma'am. From the men who caught Frag.

Our records show that only three Marines were hit. Why are there four vests?

Names.

Who is it?

Jensen.

He said he was nowhere near Garcia.

If his vest took frag, that means he had to be inside the blast radius.

But he didn't show up on the drone footage.

Because it was a white cell.

Which means he wasn't wearing a GPS tracker.

And he could have thrown the grenade.

Are you Sergeant Jensen?

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Open the door now.

Get on to Jensen's CO. See if he knows where he's at.

Hey.

Okay, so I made a few calls, as you asked.

Now, this is strictly between us. These are very dangerous people. It cannot

come back to me.

It's in the cone, I promise.

Okay, so I put in a call to a fixer I work with in Sumatra.

The word is that U.S. military hardware has been found in the hands of a local

Mujahideen group.

It's assault rifles, body armor.

How did they acquire them?

A regional arms dealer.

He's known as the Bold Eagle.

Thank you, Etienne.

Yeah, please forget it.

I mean it, huh?

Why in the hole?

The missing training grenade.

Jensen swapped it out, killed Garcia, then planted the bomb ingredients at

Angus's place.

Framing him.

The corporal's been signed out, ma'am. What do you mean he's been signed out? A

senior marine staff NCO came by and said he's using Corporal Tivolo on a working

party. Give me a name, Sergeant. I'm not authorized to disclose anything. It was

Gunnery Sergeant Jensen.

Am I right?

Century of the Gay reported Jensen left 30 minutes ago heading south.

So Angus must have hidden the stinger for Garcia.

Somewhere Angus knew.

When?

The marina. Left or right? Left.

How we doing, Blue? I've isolated a 15-mile radius around Darwin, tracking

all boats, so it's only a matter of time. Which we don't have. Find him!

Pass it in, Blue!

Got it. Okay, boat on the move, approaching... Angus's house.

Oh, my God.

Angus!

Oh, my God. Couldn't resist, eh?

Shh. Still some chilly mud crab there.

Don't talk, don't talk.

You're gonna be okay.

I just need you to apply pressure.

You're right.

I'm just gonna go to the boat.

Get the first aid kit.

I'll be back.

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

Just stay.

Just stay.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

Must have hidden it in the river.

Jensen. Where's the stinger?

Evie? Hey!

He kept saying he had nothing to do with it.

He was in our custody.

They shot him in the back.

This is on us.

Listen to me.

We are just doing our job.

You understand?

Yeah?

You want to blame someone?

You blame the coward who put a round in his back when he was running away, yeah?

Good.

Because our shooter's now got a surface-to-air missile with a five-mile

firing range.

Bad news for any VIPs arriving by plane for the Feb 19th commemoration.

Which is all of them.