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[Dad] That's it.

[Laughs]

[Dad] Nice! Nice.

Willow, further back!

Going for goal.

Ooh!

[Grunts softly]

Seriously, Dad! Again?!

Sorry! [Chuckles]

[Gentle music]

Willow, you find it?

Willow!

[Unsettling music]

[Theme music]

[Laid-back music]

[JD] So, the 'Perez' is definitely a destroyer, right?

An Arleigh Burke-class guided missile destroyer.

- We've been over this. - Okay, cool.

My first Force Protection detail should be on something serious.

You know, something with gravitas.

Not like a frigate or a cruiser.

Destroyer? Serious boat.

A, it's a ship,

and B, you are not normal.

Torpedo, torpado.

Let's go climb the ramp.

Actually, let's go up front. We can get a Titanic selfie.

It's called the gangway and the front is called the bow.

You do know the 'N' in NCIS stands for 'Navy', right?

Actually, right now,

I think the 'N' stands for 'no sense of humor'.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

This is my partner, Sergeant Dempsey, AFP.

[JD clears throat]

Requesting permission to come aboard.

Permission granted.

- Welcome aboard, ma'am, sir. - [Phone buzzes]

Sergeant Dempsey, please secure your sidearm.

Yep.

Hey, what is it, Blue?

You're kidding me. That's great.

He, uh, won't be long.

Yes, ma'am.

Been with the ship for long, son?

No, ma'am. My first shipboard assignment this enlistment.

So first time crossing the line.

Yes, ma'am.

Congrats.

It's a big deal.

Okay, that's not so great.

Stay on it, yeah?

[Whistle blows]

[Indistinct announcement over PA]

Blue's been tracking the serial number to Rankin's pacemaker.

And?

She's hunted down the surgeon

who implanted it five months ago.

Go, Blue. Can we speak to him yet?

It's gonna be tough.

He died in 1983.

[Darnell] This way, ma'am, sir.

[Intriguing music]

[Indistinct chatter]

Agent Mackey, Commander Armitage.

- Sir. - Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Welcome to Port Jackson,

greatest natural harbor in the world.

I don't much like being in port, Sergeant.

Ships are meant to be at sea.

Sir, MTAC have sent the threat assessment

and the embassy guest list for tonight.

- Any red flags? - [Phone buzzes]

No, sir. Smooth sailing ahead.

Excuse me, Commander.

What is it?

[DeShawn] Sorry to interrupt, boss.

We got a DOA.

Navy lieutenant washed up on the beach.

Active service?

He's CIP,

member of the Individual Ready Reserve,

took a year off from the Navy...

Get to the point, D.

It's just it's not technically

NCIS turf, is all.

You know, ordinarily we'd kick this up to big Navy.

Is he an American sailor?

Was and would have been again.

Right, okay, there's your answer.

Just remember, ask yourself what I'd do...

And do that. Roger.

[Clears throat]

Let's get this over with.

Not a big fan of shipboard receptions, Captain?

Officially, having local VIPs onboard

is an important PR tool for the US Navy, but unofficially...

You'd rather be keelhauled.

Sounds like we're cut from the same cloth, Agent Mackey.

We'll make this as painless as possible, sir.

Let me take you through the Force Protection protocols,

starting with the water traffic exclusion zone,

which you can see starts there.

All right, say hello

to United States Navy Lieutenant Bradley Shiels.

What part of the Navy dresses up as pirates?

Yeah, the type that's on the Career Intermission Program.

It's where Navy personnel can take a break,

then rejoin the service later.

So he left the Navy to do kids' parties?

Seems like a sideways career move, no?

Evie.

[Intriguing music]

[Reads] "Global War on Terrorism."

It's a challenge coin.

It goes way back to the First World War.

Most units have them these days. Look.

Got mine.

Shows you're part of a special unit or operation.

Like a friendship bracelet.

And it's got its own little man purse. Cute!

Yeah, laugh it up, but I'm telling you,

these things have saved lives.

Didn't save his.

So what are we thinking, Doc? Fancy dress party gone wrong?

One too many rums and went overboard accidentally?

That was my first instinct, but then I found these.

[Grim music]

Rope fibers.

Both wrists.

So, 'accidentally' nothing.

[Uneasy music]

- [Door opens] - ♪ Yo ho, yo ho ♪

- [Mimes to song] - ♪ The seas forever roll

- ♪ Yo ho... - Hit me, Blue.

So, I tracked down the employment, uh...

- [Song stops] - ...details of Mr. Shiels.

Turns out he's the captain of the 'James Craig'.

The what?

The... You know, the tall ship.

Lots of sails. [Affected accent] Scurvy!

Um, they do harbor tours and pirate parties. Check it out.

Fun fact -

most sailors back then didn't know how to swim,

so if they fell overboard,

it took so long for the ships to turn around

that they just didn't bother.

It's better to drown quickly.

Said no one ever.

Can you get me tighter on the faces, crank up the res?

Get me a better camera and I'll get you better images.

Sorry, that was too assertive.

Might give him a cheeky call.

[Phone line rings]

[Man] Captain Brad Shiels.

Oh! Sorry. Wrong number.

I was ringing to book my shih tzu in for a trim.

- [Chuckles] Bye! - [DeShawn] That was weird.

I know. Like I'd have a shih tzu.

Also...

...if we have the real Brad Shiels here,

who the hell is sailing that ship?

[Seabirds chirp]

[Intriguing music]

[Evie] So Captain Shiels

gets bound and thrown overboard,

but Tony and Jen go ahead and tie the knot anyway.

Must really want to get married.

I'm telling you, if this is a hijacking,

it's the weirdest one I've ever seen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who you calling?

Water Police. This is all them.

Wha... Are you kidding?

What if fake captain panics and goes postal?

He's already killed the real captain.

The rest of the crew could be in on it too.

All the more reason

to call in the cavalry.

Slow your roll.

Jen and Tony are celebrating

the first day of the rest of their lives.

We don't want it to be their last.

So, what, we go in guns blazing?

The ship has a 360-degree line of sight.

We'd be sitting ducks.

What's the alternative?

You know, Mackey told us to think like her.

[Running footsteps approach]

Has the wedding party gone yet?

Please tell me we didn't miss the boat.

[Adventurous music]

[Guests chatter and laugh]

[Guns click]

I've crashed some weddings in my time.

I'm just not usually armed.

[Camera whirs, shutter snaps]

Captain Fake Beard, eyes on.

Can you tell if he's armed?

Just a cutlass far as I can see.

Plastic or real?

I vote we don't find out.

Are you sure this is what Mackey would do?

Look, we get onboard, ID the bad guys,

call in the troops.

If you say so.

[Adventurous music continues]

Ahoy there, Captain. Permission to come aboard.

- Sorry, who are you? - I'm the celebrant, Eve.

And this is Shawn.

You know, sorry, we missed you guys by, like, five minutes.

Two words - Rozelle Interchange.

[DeShawn laughs] Better late than never, huh?

There they are, the happy couple!

- [Evie] Tony! - [Camera clicks]

[Evie] Oh, my God, Jen, you look amazing.

- [Jen] Oh, thanks! - [Evie] Love the parrot.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Eve. I'm your celebrant.

Where's Janice?

Oh! You didn't hear?

Eugh, Janice is sick and they asked me to fill in.

They were supposed to let you know.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

This is your day, girl. We are gonna crush this, I promise.

So do you have the vows?

Yeah. All the vows.

Right here.

You lucked in, by the way. I am way better than Janice.

- Get in there. - Oh.

I must just squeeze in here.

Oh, there's that sword, yep.

[DeShawn] Fire, that's what I'm...

- Yeah, just... just great. - So is she okay?

[Clears throat] Who?

Janice. What... what's wrong with her?

Scurvy.

They think she caught it at the last wedding.

- I'm joking, obviously. - [DeShawn chuckles]

They don't know where she caught it.

[Jen laughs]

[Evie] Oh, I'm so happy to be here with you, though.

Why don't you introduce me to your crew?

- [Jen] Yeah, sure. - [Tony] Yeah, yeah.

- [Evie] Cool. - Phones in the bag first.

Uh...

You know, I kinda need mine for work.

You know, I use it as a light meter.

No phones onboard, I'm afraid.

We want you to enjoy the full 18th-century experience.

[Ominous music]

Aye, aye, Captain.

[Camera clicks]

[Chuckles]

[Whispers] Scurvy? Really?

No one's checking on anyone's scurvy.

Besides, we have bigger problems.

Can't tell the good guys from the real pirates.

I've synced the camera with the ship's Wi-Fi.

Maybe we can give it to Blue and she can help ID them,

starting with Captain Fake Beard.

You know, what's his game?

You know, if I'm hijacking a ship,

it's gonna be a bangin' super yacht,

not some old leaky sailboat.

- [Evie snorts] - It's like carjacking a Camry.

Big question is, where's the Camry headed?

[Mackey] They what?

They, uh, they couldn't reach you,

so they wanted to show initiative

and channel you,

so they took the bull by the horns and...

They went undercover as a celebrant and a photographer?

That is correct, and also affirmative.

[Mackey] Call them. Tell them they're fired.

- Put it on speaker! - I-I-I can't do that.

They don't have any comms.

- [Software bleeps] - [Blue] Ha!

[Mackey] I'm gonna hang them from the yardarm.

- She doesn't meant that. - Yeah, she does.

Well, let's find them first. Way easier to kill them, then.

[Software bleeps]

Ahoy!

[Keys click]

[JD] Is that fake Captain Shiels?

[Blue] Yep.

Real name, Alex Hart.

He's a fly-in-fly-out miner.

No criminal history.

Does have a very large debt with the Tax Office.

Got an address?

[Intriguing music]

[Doorbell chimes]

[Mackey knocks]

Oh, AFP, permission to enter the premises.

[Intense music]

[Intense music continues]

[Mackey] What have you got?

[JD] Hard to tell.

Barbie's cocaine stash?

[Flashlight clicks]

[JD] Is that a wine cellar?

How many FIFO miners collect wine?

Yeah, you're right, it's probably a sex dungeon.

It's always a sex dungeon.

[Metal clangs]

[Suspenseful music]

[JD] Wow.

This is the least sexy sex dungeon

I've ever been in.

Been in a few, have you?

Here's our boy, front and center.

Hello. Veterans from two different wars.

[Mackey] "Sons of the Sovereign Soil."

Looks like some kind of men's shed for doomsday preppers.

[JD] Yeah, all waiting for Armageddon.

[Unsettling music]

Hey.

[Lock clicks]

[Lights click and buzz]

- [Whistles] - I have a bad feeling

they might be trying to hurry it along.

[Dramatic percussive music]

[Playful orchestral music]

[DeShawn] Ooh, yeah, straight through here. You look.

All right. Ha-ha-ha!

You got it. Come on.

All right, um, excuse me, guys.

- Do you mind if I get a picture? - [Guest] Yeah.

Sir, you want to get in?

All right, maybe not. We don't need him.

- [Guests laugh] - All right, there we go.

- Looking fabulous, ladies. - [Camera clicks]

Thank you.

[Camera clicks]

Oh, y'all mind if I get a picture?

All right, if you come in there.

All right, you have...

Good, that's what I'm talking about.

- All right, one, two, three. - [Camera clicks]

[Evie] How many have you got?

Two in the BG at least.

- How do you figure? - [Camera clicks]

Party guests want their photo taken.

If they try and dodge me, it's for a reason.

That makes five tangos at least.

[Camera clicks]

We better hustle

while we still have the element of surprise.

What are you thinking?

[Evie sighs] Thinking we cut the head of the snake.

All right, stay here, keep the bride cool.

Let me see if I can find that bag of phones,

call in the cavalry.

- You look good, though. - [Evie chuckles]

[Suspenseful music]

[Evie sighs]

[Man] What are you doing down here?

Hey, bro. Um, just looking for the head.

Well, use the one topside. It's off limits down here.

- All good, brother. Smile. - [Camera clicks]

[Both grunt]

[Suspenseful music]

- [Radio bleeps] - [Hart] Kai.

[Softly] Oh, jeez!

Kai? You there, son?

[Australian accent] Go for Kai.

Get your arse topside.

Lock and load, son. It's showtime.

Copy that.

[Intense music]

[Door beeps and opens]

Hey, Blue, positive IDs yet?

Um, it's been pretty tricky with everyone in a costume,

but, uh, this guy's armed,

so we can safely say that he's not there for the cake.

But then these other two,

they're not chatting or drinking

or socializing with anyone,

so they could be hijackers.

Or forensic scientists.

[Laughs sarcastically]

Hey, cross-reference them with these guys.

My bet is most of these wannabes are onboard.

The same wannabes with the extensive library

on history and politics?

I'm telling you,

we underestimate these guys at our peril.

Ooh. Run this.

And before you start, I've already done the Barbie joke.

- [JD clears throat] - What is she doing?

[JD] Could be wrong,

but I reckon she's about to marry them.

[Guests chatter and cheer]

[Adventurous music]

Insane!

[Jen sighs nervously]

Oh, I can't feel my fingers. [Chuckles]

[Whispers] You'll be great.

Oh.

[Playful orchestral music]

[Whispers] Vows.

- [Louder voice] Vows. - Oh, yeah.

Oh! [Chuckles]

[Guests cough and laugh nervously]

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today

to witness the coming together of Tony and Jen.

[Guests cheer, applaud and whistle]

And, of course, Jen and Tony.

Or Jony, as I like to call them.

[Guests laugh]

And for me to marry them both.

Well, I'm not marrying either of them, obviously.

They are marrying each other.

That is a given. [Chuckles]

[Tense music]

So in that spirit...

...I'd like to ask all you salty sea dogs

to close your eyes.

I'm serious.

Close your eyes, folks.

[Laughs nervously]

- [Evie] That's right. - [Tony sighs]

[Evie] Close your eyes.

[Camera clicks]

[Sings] * Give me your hands, darlings ♪

♪ Do you feel my heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand?

♪ Do you feel the same?

[Others join in] ♪ Or am I only dreaming? ♪

♪ Or is this burning

♪ An eternal flame...

- Everybody on the ground, now! - NCIS, Federal Agent.

Hands on heads!

Oh! Oh.

[Gun clicks]

[Intense music]

- Oh! - Down. Down.

Put it down!

[Jen whimpers]

[Jen gasps]

Oh!

[Tense music]

Quantity has a quality all its own, doesn't it?

I shoot you before they shoot me.

They all know the drill.

You shoot me and one of them will step up.

Now put your weapons down.

I won't ask again.

- On the ground. - [Jen] Oh, my G...

[Evie grunts]

[Tense music continues]

Put it down.

Then we can talk.

[Guests gasp and scream]

[Inhales sharply]

[Grim music]

[Water splashes]

Round 'em up.

[Intense music]

[Grim music]

[Blue gasps quietly]

[Phone buzzes]

[Sighs] It's Evie.

Special Agent Mackey, is it?

I've spoken with Evie here.

She's brought me up to speed on you and your team.

I'm guessing you already know who I am.

Let me cut to the chase.

Three of my guys are in jail on trumped-up charges,

and I've got 30 hostages onboard.

I'll do you a straight swap.

Any delays and I'll kill a hostage every hour,

starting with your girl here.

Any attempts to storm the ship,

I'll see you coming and I'll kill everyone onboard.

Any questions?

Just one. How tall are you?

6'1". Why?

Because you just killed my guy.

I need your measurements so I can get your coffin made up.

[Tense music]

[Software chimes]

[Keys click]

Oh, my gosh! Mackey?

- [Keys click] - He... he's alive.

[Grunts, breathes shakily]

- [Dramatic music] - [DeShawn grunts]

[Hart in distance] Make sure they're tight.

[DeShawn grunts softly]

[Hart in distance] Keep still.

- [Ship creaks] - [Suspenseful music]

[Hart calls out in distance]

[Heavy thudding]

[Grunts]

[Suspenseful music continues]

[Hart] Sit down.

- [Thudding] - [Gasps softly]

[Groans]

[Groans painfully]

[Breathes heavily]

[Exhales]

[Jen sobs quietly]

[Chains clank nearby]

[Whispers] What are they gonna do to us?

[Whispers] They're terrorists.

And they're gonna try and make their point

in the biggest way possible.

But we're not gonna let that happen, yeah?

[Jen breathes shakily]

[Exhales]

Okay.

[Sighs heavily]

[Groans softly]

[Unsettling music]

[Phone line rings]

Hey, boss.

You okay?

I've been better, I won't lie.

We got a problem.

There's gotta be 100 kilos of this stuff.

Any thoughts on how to disable it?

- We'll get back to you. - Might wanna get a move on.

There's enough ANFO here to put this ship on Mars.

- [Blue] Good news or bad news? - Blue.

The good news is that I cracked

the pink powder that you gave me.

- ANFO. We know. - ANFO, yes.

And the bad news is I hacked the ship's nav system.

How's that bad news?

Now we know where they're headed.

[Software bleeps]

[Suspenseful music]

[Intense music]

I hope you're wrong about this, Special Agent Mackey.

You and me both, sir.

We both know what happens

if that ship crosses the exclusion zone.

Not gonna happen.

Our intel has 30-plus hostages onboard

including two of my guys.

You've got people onboard?

That's the source of the intel.

And you're certain the 'Perez' is the target?

That's what their nav system's telling us.

[Tense music]

[Comms beeps]

XO, evacuate all guests

and set modified condition Zebra.

[Suspenseful music]

[Hart yells in distance] Move those ropes!

[Thudding on deck]

[DeShawn grunts]

[Softly] Evie.

Evie?

[Evie grunts]

[Hopeful music]

[Whispers] Where the hell have you been?

I'm fine, thanks.

Also, there's a bomb onboard.

We gotta get everyone off the ship.

Look, I'll cut your ties, then pass them onto the rest.

When they're all free,

we give a signal, everyone goes overboard.

Bad guys lose their leverage, game over.

[Whispers] Great plan.

One problem.

I can't swim.

Come on, girl!

Now's not the time to get precious about your hair!

I can't swim... as in I cannot swim.

And you wait 'til now to tell me?

You never asked. That is on you.

You're Australian.

It's called the Australian crawl.

You work for the Navy and you can't swim?

Never got around to it.

Then I guess you're gonna have to learn on the job. Hands.

Come back here. Give me your hands.

Open 'em up.

- [Scissors snip] - [DeShawn grunts] Okay.

Did you find a phone?

[Grunts] Right here.

[Breathes heavily]

Dial the office number for me.

[Dramatic music]

[Whispers] Cut yourself loose, then pass them on.

Then wait for my signal.

Enough with the chat.

Or what?

You really wanna find out?

Oh, please! I've dated guys like you before.

All bark and no bite.

Tell that to your dead mate.

You shot an unarmed man, tough guy.

You're a real hero.

[Exhales]

They're not gonna give you what you want.

Governments don't negotiate with terrorists.

Especially lame ones.

The government are the terrorists!

[Evie over speaker] Well, I hope you like America

'cause you just killed a Federal Agent.

You're gonna spend the rest of your life in orange PJs.

And for what?

Some sovereign citizen crap

you ripped off from the dark corners of the internet?

Open your eyes, girl.

You live in an American colony,

the 51st State of America.

[Evie] And he's off.

America goes to war, we go too,

no questions asked.

Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan.

We're a vassal state!

- We're allies. - Allies? [Scoffs]

You know, mates who have each other's back

and can disagree when we need to.

Big difference.

Not when it counts.

It's time to take our country back.

[Evie] And how exactly are you gonna do that?

Wait and see.

You got a box seat.

[Unsettling music]

[JD] It's all starting to make sense.

Did some digging on these two.

Hart's father, Sergeant David Hart.

Died 1971, Núi Lé, Vietnam.

Hart's brother, Pete, 4 RAR Commando Unit.

KIA Tarin Kowt in Afghanistan.

Both casualties of American wars.

I mean, this is more than ideological for Hart.

- This is... personal. - Oh, maybe, mate.

But he's getting nowhere near the 'Perez',

not after the Somalian incident.

What happened in Somalia?

1998, uh, in Mogadishu.

The 'Perez' was in port

and they allowed a small fishing boat

inside their exclusion zone.

That small fishing boat blew a hole

in the side of the ship, killing nine American sailors.

That's what the brass stars are for.

The skipper will not let that happen again.

The 'Perez will blow him out of the water

long before then.

- I think that's his plan. - What is?

You heard him, our government has sold out to the Yanks.

We're a vassal state.

They can do whatever they like to us.

He's not planning on sinking the 'Perez'.

He wants the 'Perez' to sink the 'James Craig'!

He wants to show people a US warship

can kill 30 Australian citizens on Sydney Harbour

and get away with it.

[Intense music]

[Whistle blows]

[PA announcement] All hands are commanded to report

to Damage Control Central.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

- [Alarms buzz] - [Software beeps]

Talk to me.

Have we turned that ship around yet?

- We're at battle stations. - [Software bleeps]

[Blue mutters] Oh, cheese and rice!

Uh, moments away. Right, Blue?

Define 'moments'.

[Keys click]

- [Software bleeps] - Oh, my gosh, we're... we're in.

I-I can change the ship's course now. Where to?

[JD] Okay, send it out to sea,

as far away from the 'Perez' as possible.

[Suspenseful music]

[Mackey] There you have it, Commander.

She's going about.

The situation's in hand, sir.

My team has control of the nav system

and they're diverting the ship away from the 'Perez'

as we speak.

Report back when all battle stations are manned and ready.

- [Darnell] Aye, aye, sir. - Sir?

Your team may have control of the nav system,

but do they have control of the ship?

Not yet, sir, but they will.

So until then, we're following protocol.

Target 'James Craig',

port bearing 3-1-5.

Action port, target 'James Craig', bearing 3-1-5.

[Mechanism whirs]

[Dramatic music]

[Suspenseful music]

[Blue] What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no!

- No, no, no. - What's going on, Blue?

I thought we had control of their autopilot.

We did, but the ship doesn't seem to be listening anymore

and it's back to heading straight for the 'Perez'!

[Intense music]

[Hart] We've overridden the autopilot

and we're back on course.

They think we're idiots?

Lock it down now.

[Chains clank]

The beauty of old technology, huh?

[Lock clicks]

Let's see them hack that.

[Ship creaks]

[Door closes]

- Federal Police. - [Man] What?

[JD] Sorry, guys, change of plan.

Throw the ropes. Let's go. Throw the ropes.

[Motor revs]

[Intense music]

[Armitage] I thought your people were in control, Agent Mackey.

[Control panel beeps]

Main gun, lock on target.

Main gun, lock on target.

[Mechanism whirs]

[Dramatic music]

[Phone buzzes]

What's happening?

Hart's overridden the autopilot.

We've lost control of the ship.

Where are you?

I'm gonna try get onboard.

You gotta stall old mate until I do.

[Intense music]

Captain, please.

My team has the situation in hand.

That's not what it looks like.

Sir, there are 30 innocent civilians onboard that ship.

And 300 souls onboard this one.

That's what ROE protocols are for,

so people like you and I

don't have to make impossible decisions.

[Notification buzzes]

It's time.

Get the others ready, then we hit the water, okay?

[Suspenseful music]

- [Grunts] - [Glass smashes]

[Blade rings]

Time's up. Get the zodiac here ASAP.

Don't even have the guts to die for your cause, huh?

Not when I have patriots like yourself to do it for me.

Hurry up!

Now!

[People yell and grunt]

[Dramatic music]

[Gun clicks]

Stand by.

Stand by, mount 5-4.

[Intense music]

Sir, the hijackers no longer have control of the ship.

Irrelevant, Agent Mackey.

It's still a bomb coming straight at my ship.

You are doing exactly what the terrorists want you to do.

I'm doing what the Navy expects me to do.

There will be no more brass stars, Agent Mackey.

Not on my watch.

[Intense music]

[Evie grunts]

Evie!

[Motor decelerates]

[Evie] Ugh!

DeShawn!

[Poignant orchestral music]

[DeShawn gasps]

- DeShawn! - [DeShawn] JD, over here!

Over here!

Evie, I got you. I got you.

[DeShawn groans]

I've got her. Code blue.

She's not breathing. She's not breathing.

[DeShawn mutters and grunts]

- [Evie coughs] - Oh!

[Evie coughs]

[Evie groans]

- What are you doing? - Saving your life.

Again.

Hard pass.

- [Evie coughs] - [DeShawn exhales]

[JD] You right, guys? Hold on.

Time to board that ship.

[Intense music]

Stand by to fire.

Stand by to fire.

[Mechanism clanks]

[Mackey] He's barely out of school

and you're about to make him give the order

to kill 30 innocent people?

- That's his job. - That's right.

And he'll do it without question if you tell him to.

He doesn't have a choice. But you do.

That's why you're calling the shots.

I choose to protect my ship.

That is my ultimate responsibility.

Following protocol

is not choosing.

It's abrogating responsibility.

You are out of line, Agent Mackey.

That may well be, sir.

But we both know there is no protocol in the world

that fits this situation.

[Suspenseful music]

Sir, this is one of those moments

where the Navy expects its leaders

to think outside the box.

To have the guts to ignore history...

[JD grunts]

...and trust your instinct.

[Suspenseful music]

All stations...

[Mechanism clanks]

[Suspenseful music]

...cease tracking.

Stand down.

I say again, stand down.

[Suspenseful music intensifies]

[Ship creaks]

[Uplifting music]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Exhales]

[Mechanism whirs]

Found yourself a shiny new toy.

[JD] Oh, just embracing the 'Navy' part of NCIS.

[Motor shuts off]

Yeah, a lot more fun than I expected.

Except for the, uh, 'being shot at' part.

[Mackey chuckles]

We dodged a bullet today.

A big destroyer-sized bullet.

From now on, that NCIS 'N'

stands for something else.

Yeah, 'need a beer'.

Ha! Not... on our watch.

I like that.

[Laid-back music]

- Not on our watch. - [Bottles clink]

Not on our watch.

[DeShawn] Ooh! Go easy, bro.

[Doc Roy laughs] That is a good bit of needlework, son.

[Evie] Oh, boo! He's alive.

Come on, Doc, you promised me he wouldn't make it.

Don't blame me. Look, the kill shot hit this.

Hm?

Now, an inch to the left, mate,

and it would've been a completely different story.

Three-point kill shot.

30ft. Boom! Drains it. Swoosh!

I've, uh, given him something for the pain.

I, uh, I might have gone a bit hard with it. [Clears throat]

[Evie] Safe and sound, back in your murse.

You're my nurse? A'ight, I'm cool with that.

[Giggles]

The last one out, kill the lights.

I see what y'all are doing.

- [Evie] Hm? - Checking in on me.

DeShawn, you're high.

Mm, you know, thank me for saving your life,

but you're doing that Aussie thing,

you know, where you insult me instead.

Sure. That is exactly what I'm doing.

Ooh, she strong! [Chuckles] She strong.

[Evie] Now gimme your keys.

I'm taking you home.

[DeShawn] Boom! There it is!

Girl, you takin' me home!

Ha! I knew it!

- Mm-hm. - [Evie] No, you didn't.

[DeShawn] Well, don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

[Evie] Oh, yeah, good onya.

[DeShawn] Except maybe Blue.

- [Evie scoffs] - [DeShawn] And Doc.

- And Mackey... - [Evie] Hm.

[DeShawn] And JD.

[DeShawn giggles]