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- [Somber music]
- [Train rattles]

[Woman] Housekeeping.

[Lock beeps and clicks]

[Water runs]

[Water runs]

[Intriguing music]

Excuse me. Housekeeping.

I'm coming in.

[Unsettling music]

[Knocks on door]

Excuse me. Anyone in there?

[Screams]

[Theme music]

[DeShawn] So, I looked up the
NCIS manual. Double-checked it.

It is right there
in black-and-white.

Clause 17, subsection D -

an allegation of theft
will trigger

an internal investigation.

Just so I'm following,

this is because
someone ate your pizza?

- Mm-mm, not 'someone'. Evie.
- Oh.

And she's a repeat offender.

She treats the office fridge

like a vagrant's buffet.

Was it labeled?

It was my personalized topping.

Just like a serial number
right there in mozza...

[Stirring music]

Someone stole your food again,
DeShawn?

What? My... pizza. Yeah. Mm.

I think we broke him.

- Is the dress all right?
- Yeah, you look serviceable.

Jeez, what charm school
did you flunk out of?

Invites for
the launch party tonight,

courtesy of the DoD.

- Uh! Nuh-uh!
- Mm!

SECNAV was clear.

They want eyes on the ground.
Field agents.

But, boss, it's GaiaMetric!

Satellite-free geolocation.
That is... That's my jam.

- [Phone rings]
- Orders are orders, Blue.

I'm sorry.

Mackey.

[Evie] Sorry, babe.

Hey, it's a bunch of tech bros

patting each other on the back.

Just pretentious
navel-gazing, so...

Well, we are
naval investigators.

Touché.

On the bright side,
free champagne.

'Free'? Interesting concept.

You know, not to be mistaken
with 'stolen'.

Are you accusing me
of something?

- My pizza's missing.
- You want me to put out a BOLO?

I'll need a description.

Okay. All right.

Italian pepperoni,
Mexican chorizo,

deep-dish stuffed crust,
extra peppers,

extra jalapeños, extra hot sauce

with a cheeky little drizzle
of honey to coat.

- Sound familiar?
- Sounds disgusting.

Scientist found dead
in a hotel room.

We investigate
dead scientists now?

We do when they work for
the Office of Naval Research.

We'll have to split up. I'll
take the hotel with one other.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not so fast.

These invites came from the
American side, so that's on you.

- Fine. DeShawn?
- Yes.

- You and JD do the hotel.
- Yes!

- Wait a...
- [JD] Mm.

I'm American. Why am I not
going to the banquet?

Blue, enjoy the navel-gazing.

[Gasps]

[JD] We'll call you
if we need you.

[Quirky music]

- Have fun.
- [DeShawn] Yeah, have fun.

[Mackey]
Okay, we have about an hour

until we have to be at
the pick-up location,

so you'd better get dressed, stat.

What do you mean? I am dressed.

Leave it to me.

This way, my darling.

All right. So...

[Camera clicks repeatedly]

Howie Sutcliffe, 34 years old,

scientist with ONR,

based out of the US Consulate
in Melbourne.

- Room in his name?
- Yep.

Booking for one.
Checked in 1300.

[Device beeps]

And he checked out...
a few hours ago.

Um, time of death
anywhere between 1400 and 1600.

Suffocation?

He's got a plastic bag

over his head, 007.

You tell me.

Well, local cops believe
it was an accident.

Quote, "Guy wanted
to get freaky.

"Took a solo flight.
Failed to eject."

Ah, well, they may not
be too far wrong.

You think he's pulling
a 'Lone Ranger'?

Well, put it this way.

I don't think he was using
the toilet, Tonto.

[Sneezes]

- You right?
- Sorry, Sarge.

Hay fever.

It's the westerlies. It blows
pollen all over the shop.

[Sneezes]

Lord Sneezeby,

mate, this is
an active crime scene, yeah?

- This guy!
- [DeShawn sneezes]

- [Doc Roy clears throat]
- [Plastic rustles]

[Doc Roy] There's an abrasion
near his temple

and it looks fresh.

This vanity's taken a hit.

So, maybe he gets the bag on,
starts to feel woozy,

he slips, hits his head,

passes out before
he can take it off again.

Yeah, yeah,
but how does he fall here?

And there is blood
under his fingernails

and possibly skin tissue.

[JD] Signs of a struggle.

So, maybe he gets surprised
from behind

while he's running a bath.

He gets grabbed, bagged,
fights back, hits the vanity.

Yeah, and I'm seeing bruises
on his feet and lower legs.

If he's being suffocated,

you know, he's thrashing,
he's kicking.

Yeah, till he kicks no more.

And then the killer
drags him back,

lays him to rest by the toilet.

It's good enough for Elvis.

Uh, Sarge, found something.

Please tell me
it's an antihistamine.

Not quite.

[Unsettling music]

[Computer pings]

[Computer bleeps]

[DeShawn]
GPS is giving us nothing.

Figure all their phones
must've been jammed en route.

Last known location
I had for them

is Goulburn Street in the city.

Yeah, it's a pick-up location.

Do we know the hire car company?

We know jack.

These GaiaMetric guys

wanted the whole thing
kept on the ultra q.t.

But I pulled the hotel CCTV.

This is from 2pm,
which is inside our TOD window.

[JD] Mm-hm.

[DeShawn] Watch her head.

It's always angled away
from the camera

no matter which way
she's walking.

- It's too good to be a fluke.
- You think the maid's a killer?

I don't think that's a maid.

[JD] Well, how many rooms
does she hit?

Only one. Sutcliffe's.
In and out in four minutes.

Now, unless she's Usain Bolt
with a feather duster,

that's not enough time to clean.

Get onto DoD.
The invite came from them.

Maybe they know
where the event is.

[Sighs]

[Elevator thuds]

This is ridiculous. Eugh.

No phone reception.
This'll be fun.

Guys, come on, okay?

It's all part of the mystique.

Just wait, all right.
It's gonna be amazing.

- Okay.
- Oh.

[Elevator thuds]

- [Funk music plays]
- [Guests chatter]

Welcome.
Your medallions, please.

[Unsettling music]

[Hinges creak]

[Alarm blares, bell rings]

It's meant to do that, right?

Well, youare the last guests
to arrive.

The bunker will be sealed
for the remainder of the event.

[Uneasy music]

- [Funk music plays]
- [Guests chatter]

[Evie sighs]

How's the cherry-to-lemonade
ratio?

We are technically working,
so let's keep it neat, okay?

[Both] Sure thing, boss.

That was the Deng Xiu. He...

What he's doing with AI
would melt your brain

and then replicate it
and then melt that.

[Evie] Cool.

That's the founder of Cognifax

She is, like, the Neil deGrasse
Tyson of transhumanism.

Oh, my gosh,
that's Rohit Rashik.

He's, like,
GaiaMetric's main competitor.

The two companies
have been in a race

to hack the science for years.

He and the CEO of GaiaMetric,
Ada Pack,

like, they hate each other.

I wonder why he's here.

Keep your enemies close, Blue.

No, thanks. I'm on the clock.
Keeping it tidy.

- Recognize anyone?
- A few faces.

Arms brokers, ex-spooks,

trade reps from
our more hostile neighbors.

Rival contractors,
rival nations...

And a piece of tech
that could change modern warfare

as we know it.

Bit of a powder keg.

[Woman] Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm Ada Pack, CEO of GaiaMetric.

Now, I don't want to
alarm anyone,

but I've got some bad news.

I'm afraid we're stuck
in this bunker

and no one knows where we are.

[Guests murmur]

Can anyone call Triple-0?

Can anyone find this place
on Maps?

But it gets worse.

This bunker hasn't been
functional for decades.

No air in or out,

which means we've only got
two hours of oxygen left.

We're screwed because your tech
relies on satellites.

But imagine a device
that doesn't,

that uses
the Earth's magnetic field

to determine your location

and communicate.

Yesterday, this device
was just a fantasy.

Today, it's GaiaMetric.

As long as the Earth has a core,

GaiaMetric is your North Star.

Now, I can see
a few skeptics out there,

so to prove it, I've rigged
a receiver on the surface,

well beyond the range
of traditional GPS,

but as soon as
I activate GaiaMetric,

it will unseal the bunker

and we can head up
to the banquet safe and sound.

[Guests murmur]

Life before GaiaMetric -

we all die down here
of oxygen deprivation.

[Guests chuckle]

Life after GaiaMetric...

[App bleeps]

[App bleeps]

[Guests murmur]

[Unsettling music]

[App bleeps]

Well, the invitations to
the launch came through you,

so who was the contact?

This is part of
a murder investigation.

Yeah, I'm trying to confirm
whether any of your drivers

had a pick-up booked,
departing from Goulburn Street.

Actually,
I do mind being put on...

[Grunts]

...hold again.

No luck with DoD?

Rental car companies?

Same.

I mean, why have a website
if it has no information?

Keep it exclusive,
sell the hype.

[JD] Hmm...

Hold on.

- [Phone clicks]
- [DeShawn murmurs]

No one's posted about the event
on socials yet,

so either it's a PR disaster...

Or no one has phone service.

[Phone clicks]

Wait. Check it.

[Chair wheels rattle]

Lauren Fox.
She's an event planner.

And here she is posting
about GaiaMetric.

[Funk music plays]

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.
How are we doing here?

Temporary setback.

Really? 'Cause people
are getting antsy down there.

[Ada chuckles]

[Mackey] You, what's your name?

Sophie Atkins, technician.

All right, Sophie Atkins, technician,

what's that look
of sheer panic about?

The whole point of this event

was to prove our tech
wasn't some cheap trick.

Uh-huh.
How's that working for you?

Look, currently,
GaiaMetric evidently isn't...

Any good?

...complying.

If you would just
let me focus...

Feels like we're past that.

What's your back-up?

We didn't need one.
Our plan was perfect.

Okay.

If we're trapped in here
for real,

you'd better tell me
where 'here' is.

We don't know. None of us do.

It was imperative that
no one knew where we were,

not even me.

[Mackey] What about the people

who brought us here,
the drivers up top?

Their orders are
to sit and wait.

- For how long?
- The longer, the better.

They're being paid by the hour.

My event planner, Lauren Fox,

she's the only one
who knows where we are.

She's at the function center
setting up the banquet.

And how long until she figures
out something's wrong?

Please tell me
that timer's a prop.

[Ada] The event is pointless

if the bunker's
not actually sealed.

You have gotta be kidding me.

You think I would have done this

if I didn't believe 100%
in my product?

It passed every test.
GaiaMetric does not fail.

And yet... here we are.

[Clock ticks]

- [Mackey grunts]
- [Lock creaks]

[Mackey exhales]

I don't suppose you've got
a kilo of Semtex in your clutch.

Okay, so I did the maths
and the timer is bang-on.

Well, at least
they got that right.

What are you talking about?
Bang-on what?

We have two hours
of oxygen left.

Oh, come on!

Actually, it's worse than that

because we will get very sick
before then.

Hypoxia will set in,

so it's confusion, delirium,

loss of consciousness.

[Whispers] Sorry.

Yeah, nah, forget that.
I don't do delirium.

Did that party in my teens.
Hard pass.

- [Mackey] Where are you going?
- Finding another way out.

There's gotta be a back door
around here somewhere.

Well, on the bright side,

you know, there's actually
a minute or two

where all 50 of us
could feel quite euphoric, so...

- [Blue laughs awkwardly]
- [Guests murmur]

51.

[Breathes heavily]

Hey. What's your name?

Monica. Monica Rowe.

Monica, I'm Michelle Mackey.
I'm with NCIS.

[Exhales shakily]

Let's get that breathing
under control, okay?

With me. In through
your nose for three.

[Monica inhales deeply]

Out through your mouth.

[Monica exhales]

[Mackey] Good.

[Monica inhales deeply]

[Monica exhales deeply]

First time trapped in a bunker?

Yeah, you could say that.

- Is that a first too?
- Yeah.

38 weeks.

What do you do, Monica?

I'm a journalist.

Tech and science.

I've been following GaiaMetric
since day dot.

Wasn't gonna miss this
for the world.

Bet you're reconsidering that
right about now.

[Exhales shakily] Yeah.

Okay, your heart rate's good.

- Keep it there.
- [Exhales deeply]

Just breathe slow,
conserve your energy.

We'll get you outta here,
I promise. Both of you.

Right place, wrong time?

Where the hell is everyone?

Wagyu slider, gentlemen?

Jim Dempsey, AFP.

- Where are your guests?
- You're the first to arrive.

Where can I find Lauren Fox?

Um, she was
around here somewhere.

Has anyone seen Lauren Fox?

Her phone's still somewhere
in the building.

Okay, so, I didn't find an exit,
but I found the next best thing.

Just having trouble
getting it open.

Door's missing a spindle
or it's corroded or something.

[Mackey] Here. Let me.

[Blade rings]

[Evie] See, when I go to
a party, I pack lip gloss.

Mackey brings a switchblade.

Switchblades are spring-loaded.
That's a pocket knife.

Girl Scouts have pocket knives, Blue.

That thing could
castrate Godzilla.

You got a nail file?

You wanna shape or buff?

You carrying a bar blade
in there too?

Unfortunately not.
Wait staff will have one.

Here. Work this in.

Smooth it out as best you can.

Here.

[Guests chatter indistinctly]

Hey. I need
your bar blade, buddy.

Cheers.

Maybe one of those.

[Ada] Enough!
You've made your point.

[Rohit] What are you
talking about?

- How are you doing it?
- Doing what?

- [Scoffs]
- Oh, you're blaming me?

Oh, that's rich. Nice deflect.

Nothing to do with
your own incompetence,

putting something out
before it's ready?

It was absolutely ready
and somehow you've killed it.

Just turn it back on.

How can I turn something on
that doesn't work, Ada?

[Suspenseful music]

[Suspenseful music continues]

[DeShawn] Sarge!

[File grinds]

- Here.
- Oh, thanks.

[Grunts]
Okay, it doesn't quite fit.

Smooth it out some more.

I don't know if
it's just professional rivalry,

but I'm getting the impression

Ada thinks Rohit somehow managed

to sabotage the launch.

How would you even do that?

[Blue] The tech is secret,

but the science is open source.

So?

So you throw
enough resources at it

and you can reap all kinds
of magnetic mischief.

[Grunts]

Oh, beans!

Babe, you're allowed
to take that off.

I'm okay.

- You'd need some kind of jammer.
- And an escape plan.

[Mackey] Here.

[Grunts] Oh. Hand me that bar.

- [Bar scrapes concrete]
- [Blue grunts]

[Mackey] Okay,
I think we're good.

Let's see what's behind
door number one.

[Lock squeaks]

[Hinges creak]

[Mysterious music]

[Evie coughs]

Eugh.

Some kind of war room.

[Blue] But no exit.

- [Evie] Smells like my nanna.
- Breathe it in.

Nanna just bought us
more time... and flour.

[Evie] Yeah, dead weevils
from 1950-something.

Just what we need.

That's not all she bought us.

- [Bell dings]
- [Dial tone trills]

I got into Lauren's phone,
but the files are all encrypted.

Well, un-encrypt them.

The term is 'decrypt'
and I can't.

That's why we have Blue.

[Rock music blares]

What is... What the hell?

[Stammers]

[Clears throat]
Yeah, it does that.

- [JD] How did you go, Rosie?
- [Rock music stops]

There was some sticky residue
on Lauren Fox's hands.

I'll be able to tell you
exactly what it is

when I get
this bloody thing working.

- [Phone rings]
- JD.

[Mackey over phone]
We're running out of time,

so shut up and listen.

[JD] Listen up, guys.

We're in some kind of
military bunker,

World War II era,
location unknown.

- How'd you get there?
- We were blindfolded.

Taken from the meet point
to the harbor.

Trip was about eight minutes.

Then we were on a boat

for 12 minutes tops.

What type?
How fast were you traveling?

Mid-sized, twin onboards.
At least 20 knots.

[Stammers] And I know
how this sounds,

but before we docked, I could
have sworn that I heard lions.

Lions?

We only have an hour and a half
of oxygen left.

I have got 50 people down here

including
a heavily pregnant woman

who I'd like to see go to term.

JD, I need you to find
Lauren Fox, okay?

- She's the only one who knows.
- Lauren Fox is dead.

Same MO as the naval researcher
at the hotel.

Both were asphyxiated.

Someone likes a motif.

[Lights snap off]

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

Hey, hey, Blue, it's okay.
You're okay.

- Mackey, Mackey, what's...
- We just lost power.

- Evie, go check it out.
- [Evie] On it.

[Blue whispers indistinctly]

Tell me more about
this naval researcher.

JD?

Are you still there?

- JD? JD!
- [Blue whispers]

[Phone cradle rings]

- [Blue whispers]
- [Mackey sighs]

- What? What just happened?
- Line went dead.

[Grunts]

[Footsteps approach]

Something tripped
the circuit breaker.

- The phone's out.
- It should be working now.

It's a copper line.

It doesn't run off
mains electricity.

[Evie] Then how...

Someone cut the line.

And ripped it out.

[Evie] Can we reattach it?

Not unless we break through
meters of concrete

and find the other end.

So, someone murdered two people
to be at this party

and now they're down here
walking amongst us.

I don't think
they're done killing.

[Clock ticks]

[Guests chatter]

One of them killed
for an invitation

and then murdered the one person
who knew where we were.

Why?

They want us trapped down here.

Is that part of the plan?

What plan? What are they after?

- The device.
- The device doesn't work.

Or it does and Ada was right
about the sabotage.

What if it's more than that?

If you wipe everybody out,

you not only get your hands
on GaiaMetric,

but the one person
who can rebuild it is dead.

- You get a...
- [Evie and Blue] Monopoly.

But who's gonna want a product

that just put 50 bodies
in the morgue?

People who wouldn't care.

For them, 50 bodies is
a cut rate for a tactical edge.

But how? How?

That means that the person
that's behind all of this

is trapped down here with us.

What kind of killer
traps themselves in

with their victims?

The kind with an escape plan.

And a device to jam the tech.

Oi! Everybody, get up.

On your feet.
Up along this wall.

You heard Constable Cooper!
Move it, people! Now!

[Doc Roy]
There's 12 World War II bunkers

in the Sydney area.

So, they could be trapped
in any one of them?

Not any. They were picked up
from Goulburn Street.

Now, eight minutes
gets you to the harbor.

Now, the likely pick-up point
was either Circular Quay

or the Man O'War Steps.

So, if they traveled from
either of these locations

at 20 knots for 12 minutes...

That's eight clicks
as the crow flies,

given the conditions
and the speed of the boat.

[JD murmurs] Eight clicks.

That leaves us
one bunker at Balmain,

one at Greenwich and one each
at North and South Head.

So, there's four. How are
we gonna cover all four?

We don't have to.
Blue said she heard lions.

- Which is kinda crazy.
- No, not in Sydney.

Taronga Zoo is
right on the water.

Residents living on the water
often hear the roars.

- They're carried by the wind.
- No kidding. All right.

If we work out which way
the wind's blowing,

we can work out...

Which way they were headed.

You tell us, Lord Sneezeby.

- West.
- Give the man a tissue.

Blowing over Taronga,

carrying the sound of the roars
in this direction to...

South Head.
HMAS Watson, to be precise.

Okay, you're clear.
Sit down. Don't talk.

Next. Hands on the wall.
Legs spread.

I said turn and face the wall
with your hands up.

Okay, we'll do it your way.

[Rohit grunts]

Do you have any idea who I am?

You're GaiaMetric's
main competitor.

You're also a lame tech bro,

which means you have
motive, means...

And empty pockets.

- I will sue you.
- I hope to see the day.

[Blue] Boss.

[Mackey] What is it?

Ash.

Where we at, Doc?

[Doc Roy over phone]
Well, the sticky residue

on Lauren Fox's hand,
it's not from the duct tape.

Then what is it?

It's an adhesive with
an unusual texture

that I have not seen before.

Yeah? And?

Oh, mate, that's as far
as I've got.

I need more time.

We don't have time.

I'm not a lab tech.
Without Blue here...

You don't have Blue, and in
30 minutes, she's gone, mate.

So, figure it out.

[Suspenseful music]

[Clock ticks]

[Both grunt]

[Mackey] Okay,
a little more. Come on.

- [Blue] Sorry!
- [Both groan]

[Mackey] Okay.

[Gasps] I can see stars.

There's air outside.

[Laughs] Air is good.

[Blue] Well done.

- What is it?
- This is a chimney, right?

Right now, I'd prefer to think
of it as one giant snorkel.

No, no, no,
except that it's not.

Snorkels bring air in.

This flue is designed
to pull hot air up and out.

Usually, that would
be smoke, but...

But right now, it's sucking out
whatever oxygen we have left.

[Blue whimpers]

Quick, quick, quick!
Get the panel back on!

[Both grunt]

[Both pant]

[Clock ticks]

[Evie breathes heavily]

Oi.

Sophie!

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Phones don't work down here.
Who are you texting?

You got reception? Communicating
with someone on the outside?

No, of course not.

- It's a letter, okay?
- To who?

My mum.

[Breathes shakily]

Sorry.

[Weeps]

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

[Weeps]

[Door opens and closes]

- Monica?
- [Monica groans]

Monica, can you open the door, please?

[Monica groans]

Is everything okay in there?

[Monica groans]

[Monica] My waters.

[Monica groans]

- [Tense music]
- [Siren wails]

There it is.

[Lock creaks]

- You know how to pick a lock?
- Damn straight.

That'll do.

Maybe Mackey made a mistake.

[DeShawn] Mackey
doesn't make mistakes.

[JD] Then what?
All our intel came from her.

Come on, come on.
Where did we go wrong?

Just take a breath, mate.
We're gonna find them.

What are you talking about?!

There were three other bunkers

they could possibly be in
and no time to find 'em.

[Doc Roy over phone]
Did you stop sneezing?

What are you saying?

It means the wind's not blowing

from the west anymore, kid.

- It swung to the south-west.
- [Doc Roy]When?

About the time the girls
were on the boat,

which means
if they heard the lions,

the boat wasn't
bringing them here.

It was taking them there.

They only have 20 minutes
of oxygen left.

- All right, let's move.
- How?

North Head's at least
an hour's drive from here.

They'll be dead
by the time we get there.

Who said anything about driving?

[Mackey] There.

Just follow
your instincts, okay?

I mean, as to what position.

[Breathes heavily] Thanks.

[Monica exhales]

Still feeling baby's movements?

That's good.

I want you to listen
to your body, okay?

Work with it, not against it.
You're doing great.

Were you a midwife
in another life?

Hell, no.

[Monica groans]

We need to check your dilation.
Is that okay?

[Monica] Stop it.

I know we're not gonna make it.

Don't say that.
There's still time.

I've gone through
this whole pregnancy on my own.

It's been so nice to have
someone with us at the end.

Nothing's ending down here.

[Clock ticks]

[Evie] For the record, I think
your taste in topping sucks.

I mean, who has honey on pizza?

But just so I don't die down
here with you still wondering...

...I only took the damn thing to...

...you know...

...get us back to
where we were before you...

Before things got messed up
between us.

Which was mostly your fault,
by the way.

But I guess I just missed...

Will miss...

While we're taking pizza orders,
DeShawn, mine's a margherita.

Both the pizza and the tequila
kind. You got that?

- Good.
- [Phone chimes]

Come with me.

I've got an idea.

Let me guess.

You're gonna
make us all pancakes

for our last meal on Earth.

Not quite. I'm making a bomb.

A thermobaric bomb.

Using flour,
the main ingredient in bread?

And dust explosions.

It's why flour mills explode.

[Mackey] Same principle.

If we can direct a blast up that
chimney with a shaped charge,

we might be able to collapse
a column of air.

[Blue] Well, that's one way
that it could go.

Let me guess. The other way is
we all get incinerated.

No, thermobaric bombs
typically don't burn people,

but it could swallow up
all our remaining oxygen.

Oh, perfect.

And the shock waves could

displace all our organs

and crush our bones and lungs.

Less is more, Blue.

Is that gunpowder?

Yep. I'm short a detonator.

[Phone bell dings]

One to disperse, one to ignite.

Great.

Okay, how are we gonna
trigger this thing?

We can jerry-rig it
from the fuse box.

Yes. Okay, we need a shaped
charge to direct the blast.

Here. Help me bend this thing.

[Suspenseful music]

[Tense music]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Suspenseful music]

[Blue] Okay.

Are we actually doing this?

Any last words?

Yeah.

Fire in the hole.

[Loud explosion]

[Car alarms blare]

[Solemn music]

Thoughts?

If you've got someone to pray
to, now's probably the time.

Uh-uh. No way.

Blue.

I think you might have something
you can lead us in.

Me?

No. N... I just hate the dark.

That's all.

[Evie exhales] I guess
it's our time, then.

Kiss Marry Kill NCIS: Sydney.

[Blue and Evie laugh]

Really?

You wanna spend
the final moments

riffing on whose bones you'd
like to hypothetically jump?

Yeah, I do.

I'll take it to my grave,
I'll promise.

[Evie and Blue laugh]

That is inappropriate
on so many levels, Constable.

[Evie clears throat] Mm.

So, as your superior...

...I'll start.

[All laugh]

[Dramatic music]

There! The lights!
Something set 'em off!

Let's land there.

[Clock ticks]

Just slow breathing from here
on out. You got me?

You okay?

[Evie murmurs]

Pulse has been dropping
for an hour now.

Everyone's has.

Not everyone's.

The saboteur needs us dead
before they make their move.

It's happening now.
Evie, on your feet.

- Oh, Mackey...
- On your feet!

They found what?

[Doc Roy]That sticky substance

I found on Lauren Fox.

It's an adhesive composed of

denatured alcohol,
fumaric acid, rosin and copal.

But what the hell is it?

Theatrical gum.

It's for gluing on wigs.

Wigs?

- [Power clangs on]
- [JD] Good?

Let's go.

[Suspenseful music]

[Clock ticks]

[DeShawn] We need to go. Go.

- [Alarm blares]
- [Air hisses]

[Guests exclaim]

- Evie!
- Mackey!

Hey, this way. This way.

[JD] Evie! Mackey!

- Hey! Are you okay?
- Ah!

- Are you okay?
- We will be.

With me.

Listen, take
the most affected up top.

- Paramedics are on their way.
- You got it.

[Evie pants]

D, it was me. I owe you a pizza.

[Monica groans]

[Monica groans painfully]

[Groans]

Oh, thank God you're here.

I need to get to the hospital.

- My baby...
- We need to get her help quick.

- I need a doctor.
- You need a lawyer.

- JD, check the stall.
- Come again?

The one thing
I couldn't work out,

no matter how low
on oxygen we were

or how severe your contractions,

your heart rate never changed.

[Irish accent]
Cool under pressure.

So, what now?

Time to find out
if it's a boy or a girl.

[Device whines]

Jamming device.

Hold on.

[Grunts]

Monica Rowe.

Mon-roe.

Bit cute, isn't it?

[Grunts]

- 50 people, two of them mine.
- [Handcuffs click]

Never mess with my team.

[Doc Roy] Now,
I can take you to hospital.

Oxygen deprivation does have
some nasty side effects.

I am seeing
and thinking clearly.

But thank you, Rosie.

[Doc Roy]
Well, you just take it easy

and no more parties
for a while, hmm?

[Sighs]

You know, the funny thing is

it's not even the craziest party
I've been to.

Hmm!

I didn't know you were so inked,
by the way.

- They're cool.
- Really?

Yeah, totally. They're you.

Thanks.

[DeShawn flaps lips]

Oh, yeah. I'm starving.

These are my toppings.

- You order this?
- Why would I do that?

- Because you stole my last one.
- Says who?

You! You admitted it
down in the bunker.

- Did I?
- [Stammers]

Must have been
the hypoxia talking.

[Evie sighs]

Oh, it just really is
disgusting, by the way.

Then don't eat it.

Now, what the hell's
on this thing, then?

So...

...while Blue was tripping out
down there,

she mentioned a certain game
you guys played.

- What game?
- Admit it.

We were busting our butts
up here while y'all...

...y'all were down there playing
Kiss Marry Kill.

We thought we were gonna die.

We had to distract ourselves somehow.

Okay, okay, all right.
Give it up.

- Who chose what?
- [Snorts]

We're not dead yet.

[Giggles]

[Ominous music]

[Theme music]