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[Mackey]

[Bones crack]

[JD] 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.

[Presses key]

[Blue] 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.

[Ryan] 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.

[Trey] Hey, Mom. Sounds like you got held up.

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

[Reporter] ..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.

[Dramatic music]

[Theme music]

[Dark music]

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

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

[Trey] 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.

[Helicopter rotors whir]

-[Explosion booms] -Argh!

Striker 1 is going down!

Brace! Brace! Brace!

It's part of keeping people safe, baby.

That's what Mommy does.

[Disturbing music]

-[Grim music] -[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Frogs and insects chirp]

[JD] 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?

[Dark music]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

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?

[Callaghan] I can't remember anything

between going off the bridge and coming to.

Then think, for Godsake!

[Rescue diver] We found a body!

-[Water splashes] -[Dramatic music]

What about the other passengers?

Have you found them yet?

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

[Water splashes]

[Dark music]

Macka.

Gunshot wound to the head.

[Trey] Mom?

Oh! Baby!

Ohh!

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

[Mackey] You're gonna be fine, sweetheart.

Mom!

They took Dad.

[Grim music]

[Siren wails]

[Siren stops]

The car was underwater.

-It was, like, super dark. -[Car doors thud]

I...I tried to help the driver,

but...he...

[Mackey] We know about the driver, Trey.

It's okay.

[Trey] We somehow got to the bank. It...

That's when I heard them.

Heard who?

There was three of them.

They had guns.

[Mackey] What happened, baby?

[Trey] I tried to stay.

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

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

[Sobs quietly]

Trey.

Was this one of the men?

[Dark music]

Yes.

[Evie] 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.

[Tense music]

-[Sighs heavily] -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.

[Evie] 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.

[Intense music]

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.

[JD] 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?

[Mackey] 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.

[Dramatic music]

It's a prisoner swap.

Ryan for Meyers.

[Intense music]

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.

[Harding] 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.

[Grim music]

[Phone notification chimes]

[Tires squeal in distance]

[Callaghan] 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.

[Dramatic music]

[Footsteps approach]

I just relayed the message from the Consulate.

[JD] Let me guess - do nothing and trust the process?

That is the official line, anyway.

[JD sighs]

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.

[Suspenseful music]

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.

[Both chuckle]

In which case,

maybe we focus our energy on nailing Reid Cannon.

Who's Reid Cannon?

[Blue] 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.

[DeShawn] 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?

[Dramatic music]

-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.

[Pam] 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.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Elevator doors slide]

[Toolbox clatters]

[Keyboard clacks]

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.

[Whispers] 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?

[Scoffs]

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?

[Papers flick]

[Evie] Are you okay?

[Trigger inhales sharply]

What is this?

A job offer?

[Trigger] 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.

[Evie chuckles]

It's...it's huge.

Congratulations.

First tour's international.

Minesweeping in Cambodia.

[Evie] Oof!

You sure that's a promotion?

[Pensive music]

[DeShawn] 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?

[Tense music]

[JD] Macka, we need to bring in Tactical.

[Mackey] 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.

[Dark music]

Anyone afraid of heights?

Have at it, Trigger.

[Trigger sighs]

[Plastic crinkles]

Just like hot-wiring a car.

[Wires fizz]

[Light clicks]

[Elevator powers up]

[Button beeps]

[Tense music]

[Elevator whirs]

[Elevator bell dings]

[Indistinct voice in distance]

[Suspenseful music]

[Indistinct voice grows louder]

[Woman on radio] 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.

[Wind whistles]

[Suspenseful music]

[Wind whistles]

[Suspenseful music]

Oh.

Ooh!

[Both grunt]

-[DeShawn screams] -[Gunshot]

[Ally] DeShawn!

[Groans]

[DeShawn] Oh! Oh!

[Plastic sheet whooshes]

Oh! Ohh. Oh! Oh!

-[Objects clink] -Oh!

[Mackey] Drop your weapon.

Drop it!

-[Dramatic music] -[DeShawn grunts]

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Argh!

DeShawn!

[Ally groans]

I know what I'd do.

[Ally groans]

-[Dramatic music] -[DeShawn] Oh. Keep going.

Oh! Oh!

Ahh! DeShawn!

[Mackey grunts]

[Both groan]

-Argh! -[Mackey] D!

[Mackey] It's not gonna hold!

[Dramatic music]

[Plastic rips]

-[Ally groans] -[DeShawn] Argh!

Oh!

Hey!

[Dramatic music]

Oh!

[Intense music]

Come on.

[Suspenseful music]

[Elevator whirs]

[Suspenseful music]

Okay, D.

You did not think this one through!

[Breathes heavily]

-[Muffled grunting] -[Elevator bell dings]

You good?

Yeah.

Oh!

[Suspenseful music]

[Suspenseful music continues]

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.

[Mackey] 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.

[Dramatic music]

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.

[Jet roars]

[Panel beeps]

[Door clicks]

[Phone buzzes]

[Door closes]

[Phone continues buzzing]

[Phone clicks]

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

[Mackey] 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.

[Meyers] 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.

[Scoffs] There is the rub.

Non-negotiable.

[Suspenseful music]

When?

How's tomorrow sound?

I think tomorrow is wide open.

Someone will be in touch.

[Suspenseful music]

[DeShawn] Damn, boss. That was baller.

Maybe.

But if this blows up on us...

..none of us walk away unscathed.

[Mackey] So...

..anyone wants out,

say the word.

[Intense music]

What about you, Agent Park?

You had me at 'baller'.

[Mackey] Go home. Get some shut-eye.

We're gonna need it.

[Engines whir]

[Dramatic music]

[Panel beeps]

[Door buzzes]

[Door opens]

[Tense music]

Rise and shine, corn nuts.

[Intense music]

[Trigger] Come on.

-[Door clunks] -[Latch clinks]

Corn nuts?

Respect.

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

Okay.

Evie.

[Emotional music]

What's up?

I, um...

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

I start next week.

Huh!

[Mackey on radio] We're good to go?

Uh... [Clears throat]

Yep. Roger.

-Yeah. -Package is ready to go.

[Tense music]

[Engine revs]

[Engine roars]

[Tires screech]

[Message whooshes]

[Message whooshes]

Is that Meyers' people?

[Suspenseful music]

[JD] Yep. Proof of life.

You seeing this, Blue?

[Blue] Hold the phone.

[Keyboard clacks]

[Computer bleeps]

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

Got it!

On the move, y'all.

-[Engine revs] -[Tires squeal]

[Intense music]

-[Tires screech] -[Horn honks]

[Intense music]

[Tires screech]

[Intense music]

[Tires screech]

I'm not loving this.

-[Gravel crunches] -[Tires screech]

[Grim music]

[Ally] Oh, son of a bitch.

We do not have proof of life. Repeat.

We are no go for Ryan.

[Mackey] We knew this could happen. Stick to the plan.

[Tense music]

[Ally] Come on.

[Car door opens]

[Engine revs]

[Tires screech]

[Tense music]

Get out of the car!

Out now!

-Hands in the air. -[Gun clatters]

[Gun clatters]

Move!

[Angle grinder whirs]

[Tense music]

-[Gunshot] -[Body thuds]

[Gunshot]

[Groans]

[Dark music]

[Engine idles]

[Door closes]

[Rear door thuds]

-[Engine revs] -[Tires screech]

[Emotional music]

[Tense music]

[Pam] 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.

[Dramatic music]

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.

-[Evie] You good? -[Trigger] Yeah.

Is that you, girl?

You not dead?

[Evie] Alive and kicking, D.

We've got the real snatch team.

Now go rescue the fake one.

Copy that.

[Engine roars]

[Dramatic music]

Uh-uh. Wait for the cavalry, Macka.

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

40 and white, remember?

[Locks click]

[Meyers] 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.

[Meyers chuckles] By all means.

[Computer bleeps]

You'll find supply routes, bank accounts,

networks, friends of the family.

The Collective's entire operation.

[Dramatic music]

Very good. Let's pay the man.

Hard-wired portable satellite

means we can sit outside the monitored networks.

-Nice and discreet. -[Computer bleeps]

[Electronic bleeping]

[Computer clicks]

[Computer bleeps]

[Keyboard clacks]

-[Computer bleeps] -[Suspenseful music]

Congratulations, Mr. Meyers.

Welcome to retirement.

Pamela, go fire up my new plane.

[Intense music]

[Engine whines]

[Gun clicks]

[Whispers] Macka... Macka?

[Intense music]

[Footsteps echo]

Move!

[Gunfire]

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.

-[Tense music] -[Gunfire outside]

[Bullet ricochets]

[Gunfire]

[Groans]

-[Car tires screech] -[Car engine revs]

[Gunfire continues]

-[Gunshot] -Argh!

[Gunfire continues]

[Gunfire stops]

[Ally] Where's Meyers?

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

[Mackey pants]

You take Meyers.

He's all yours.

[JD] We'll cover you.

Three, two, one. Go!

-[Gunshot] -Argh!

-[Gunfire] -[Electricity fizzes]

[Tense music]

[Dramatic music]

[Plane engines whir]

[Tense music]

[Plane engines whir]

[Tense music]

[Ally] Argh!

[Ally groans]

-[Meyers grunts] -[Lockers clunk]

[Gun clicks]

JD, I'm out.

-[Ally kicks] -[Meyers groans]

[Ally groans]

[Meyers grunts]

[Ally] DeShawn!

[Suspenseful music builds]

[Magazine clicks]

[Suspenseful music]

[Groans]

[Pants]

Remember me?

Petty Officer.

Glad you could make it.

[Plane engines whir]

-[Tape rips] -[Grunts]

You're a hard man to find.

-Mish? -[Chuckles]

-Argh! -[Casing clinks]

[Breathes heavily]

[Gun clicks]

[Cannon] What do you say, bro?

-We sort this out, mano a mano? -[JD] Really?

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

[DeShawn pants]

[DeShawn grunts]

[Meyers grunts]

[DeShawn] Get up.

[Shouts] Get up!

[Both grunt]

[Groans]

[Plane engines whir]

[Breathes heavily]

I thought you were Special Forces.

[Electricity fizzes]

Nothing special about that, mate.

-Come on. -[Metallic clunk]

[Ramp rumbles]

[Pants]

-You shouldn't be here. -Yes.

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

But your son insisted.

He's kinda stubborn like that.

[Mackey pants]

I wonder where he gets that from.

[Plane engines whir]

[Plane engines whir]

[Tense music builds]

This is for my boss.

[Gun clicks]

-[DeShawn grunts] -[Meyers groans]

-Oh! Ohh. [DeShawn coughs]

[Intense music]

[JD groans]

-[Electricity fizzes] -You were saying?

[Groans]

[Flames crackle]

[Suspenseful music]

[Zipper buzzes]

[Groans]

[Mackey grunts]

[Ryan] No.

No, no, no. No, absolutely not.

[Breathes heavily]

You got a better idea, soldier?

[Door whirs]

[Wind whistles]

[Yells] Step in.

[Suspenseful music]

[Wind whistles]

[Buckles clink]

[Callaghan] Special Agent Mackey.

One parachute short of a happy ending.

[Wind whistles]

You win some, you lose some.

Don't worry.

I'll be back.

[Epic music]

Argh!

[Epic music continues]

[JD] There it is. Full gangster.

[Epic music continues]

[Parachute flaps]

[Vehicle engines growl]

Macka, you good?

[Van door closes]

I will be.

[Sighs]

[Dramatic music]

[Door handle thuds]

[Dramatic music]

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

It's unbecoming.

Enjoy Romania.

Jackass.

[Doors clunk]

[Sighs]

Now I'm good.

* "Weather With You" by Crowded House *

* Walking 'round the room singing... *

Just watching that makes me dizzy.

* Stormy weather

* At 57 Mount Pleasant Street... *

-When are you gonna tell them? -[Trigger sighs]

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

* But everything's different... *

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

..it really sucked watching you die.

* Things ain't cooking in my kitchen... *

[DeShawn laughs] 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.

-[Drink fizzes] -[DeShawn chuckles]

Here's to you, Special Agent Park.

Back at you, Special Agent Jackson.

[Song continues]

-[Mackey] Ooh! -[Doc Roy] 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. [Chuckles]

Sorry to interrupt.

Do you mind if I cut you off, boss?

He's all yours, Blue.

-Hi. -Hi.

* Do I lie like a lounge room lizard *

* Or do I sing like a bird released? *

* Everywhere you go...

-[Bottles clink] -Cheers.

-[Ryan speaks indistinctly] -[JD] It's all you, Macka.

* Everywhere you go...

Did I ever tell you...

* Always take the weather...

..you're a catch, Sergeant?

* Always take the weather with you *

Now you mention it...

* Always take the weather The weather... *

[Trey] Mom, come on. Let's get a photo.

[Mackey] Yes. Ah! [Laughs]

I'll take it. Let's go.

[Song continues]

Okay, tighter, everyone.

-Suck it in. -[Mackey laughs]

Love you, Mom.

I love you too.

[Camera clicks]

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

-Oh! -[JD] That's nice.

[Trey laughs]

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... -[Message whooshes]

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

Mm-hm.

-[Song fades] -[Intriguing music]

[Notification chimes]

[Dark music]