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Once you tell me why your number's

on a Russian assassin's phone.

He had a heart attack

and then his pacemaker failed and made it worse?

Its failure may have caused the heart attack.

They can't guarantee he comes back at this point.

Rankin had a listening device inside of his pacemaker.

There you are!

Hey!

Up here! Up here!

Oh, my God!

Hey.

Did you see where those girls went?

Whoa! Sick shirt, bro.

Check out this guy's fit.

Sorry, what's your name, bro?

Our tests indicate signs of brain function,

but what that means is anyone's guess at this point.

I read somewhere about Ritalin

being used to rouse coma patients.

Let me stop you right there.

There is no safe way to speed this up.

For now, Colonel Rankin's fate is entirely his own.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

How you holding up?

We, uh, wanted to give you an update.

We traced the origin of the pacemaker.

It was stolen from a shipment of humanitarian aid

bound for Dili.

What?

We found a listening device inside the pacemaker.

So...

...whoever put that thing inside him

was listening the whole time?

Excuse me.

This is Mackey.

Why would anyone...

Why would they do that?

They made him do things, didn't they?

Did people get hurt?

Well, your husband had a gun to his head.

So, whatever he did, he wasn't the man in there.

Oh, God. I feel so stupid.

Why do you say that?

The last few months, he'd become so distant.

Was traveling all over the Indo-Pacific.

He hardly answered my calls.

I actually wondered whether he was having an affair.

Then he started writing letters.

We hadn't done that since college.

It all makes sense now.

He knew someone was monitoring whatever he said.

Well, do you still have the letters?

I'm not sure. They're, uh, private.

Well, that's why we need them, Natalie.

Sorry. We're needed harborside.

Hang in there, okay?

We'll find out what happened.

You don't think I can dance? I can dance.

You know, I'm like Usher meets Timberlake.

- Meets Gollum? - What's the update?

DeShawn thinks he can dance.

Oh, come on. Everyone can dance.

You'd have some sick moves, wouldn't you, Macka?

Cut the rug when you can.

- Boss don't dance. - Really? How come?

'Cause boss don't dance.

Copy that.

So, um,

deceased is Petty Officer First Class Rueben Daniels, 26.

In town on the USS Pascal.

- Made port two days ago. - Still had his phone and wallet.

Location services were turned off.

Someone didn't want anybody knowing what he'd been up to.

But his recent pics might help clear things up.

Find out who she is.

What have we got, Rosie?

Uh, well, judging by his wounds,

I'd say he's been shot multiple times.

There's no exit wounds, so I'm thinking maybe low caliber.

We got a time of death?

It's gonna be tricky as he's been frozen.

- Frozen? - Yeah.

As if by Queen Elsa herself.

What?

So I'm clear,

someone shot him, put him on ice

and then carted him here to a public place.

- Why risk it? - Hmm.

And why does he smell like the fish markets on a Sunday?

Speak for yourself.

What is it?

Our killer leaves him here

with the best view in the house.

ID still on him.

Who does that?

Rueben Daniels. Naval reservist in college.

Went into active duty straight after.

Just off a maritime security tour in the Red Sea.

Blue flamer. Was he staying on base?

Negative. He's been on liberty ever since he made port.

Crashing with an Aussie friend, Craig Beachley.

- 'Creg'? - Sure.

Like Daniel Craig.

You mean Daniel 'Crayg'.

No, he means Daniel 'Creg' 007.

Hmm. I think you'll find it's Daniel 'Crayg' 007.

So this 'Creg' didn't report his friend missing?

No. Neither did 'Crayg'.

Look, we did catch a break with our mystery woman, though.

Mmm. Kim Dang. Vietnamese national.

Arrived here nine months ago

to study English at the ASN Language College.

Okay. Find out what she knows.

I think I solved why his clothes stank of fish.

Turns out his clothing was covered

in dried plasma from a gastropod.

Plasma, as in...

As in plasma.

Um, a fluid made up of proteins.

Why was he covered in plasma?

Because when two abalone feel very strongly for one another...

The dead seaman is covered in dead semen. From an abalone.

Okay. Didn't see that coming.

So how do you suggest we broach the idea

that our dead guy was into the Aussie abalone scene?

Let me get this straight, there is no Aussie abalone scene.

So you've looked into it?

No, I haven't 'cause no such thing exists.

- At least not the way you mean. - And which way is that?

Craig Beachley.

- Sergeant Jim Dempsey. AFP. - Hi.

Special Agent Mackey. NCIS.

- Can we have a word? - Yeah, sure. Wh-what's up?

Rueben Daniels. His CO said that he's been bunking with you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. That... that's right.

When did you last see him?

Oh... night before last.

And he didn't come home last night?

No, I...I just assumed that he hooked up.

With, um...

...her, maybe?

Listen, there's, uh, no easy way to say this, mate,

but Rueben's dead.

Yeah. We found his body this morning.

Do you know of anyone who might wanna hurt him?

What?

Oh, no. I, um... No.

Let's take this inside, yeah? Come on.

Yeah.

So, uh, talk me through the timeline.

Rueben made port two nights ago?

Yeah, that's right. Um...

He came here. He dumped his kit and then we went out.

You go anywhere they serve seafood?

The fish markets maybe?

They found, uh, abalone... residue all over him.

We didn't go anywhere near the fish markets.

We grabbed a feed at the local

and then we... we came back here and just crashed.

Then you woke up the next morning...

Yeah, 6am, as per. I went to work.

And...

Yeah, that's the last time I saw him.

Here's the thing.

Rueben's phone and wallet were on him when we found the body,

which means we can rule out robbery.

Okay.

And when that happens,

we usually find that whoever committed the murder

is known to the deceased.

Wait, and you... you think that I had something to do with it?

Are you kidding?

- Did you? - Well, he's my best mate.

Kim Dang.

Ah, there she is.

Looks like she's been a student at ASN

for almost nine months now.

Okay, great. Um, is she in?

Uh, classes are finished for today.

By 10:30 in the morning?

Where were you guys when I was in school?

We like to give our students time

to practice their language skills in the real world.

I get it. Is Kim in tomorrow?

Classes are online tomorrow.

What about the day after?

Also online.

Can I take a look at Kim's file?

Um...

I'm just gonna... Here.

Wow.

Model student, huh?

She's been marked present for the whole of this week already.

College is dodgy as. The whole thing's an immigration scam.

- You got a line on Kim? - Not yet.

Mobile they had for her was bogus too.

But they did have her visa on file,

which shows she's due to ship out in a week.

All right, so let's find her before then, yeah?

Hey.

What's up, Doc?

I ran an X-ray

and what I assumed were bullet holes...

...were actually puncture wounds.

So I'm suspecting old mate was beaten to death.

Any idea with what?

Something wooden, for sure.

Uh, bit of furniture maybe?

Okay, so are we thinking

restaurant, old-school bar brawl?

Oh, no, unlikely.

There's no defensive wounds.

Whoever did this to him took him by surprise.

Yeah, or he couldn't fight back.

He did go to a bar, though.

We're looking for this guy,

Petty Officer Rueben Daniels.

Came through Wednesday night. American sailor.

We're trying to establish his movements.

We get a lot of armed service types through the club.

Well, we're only looking for one.

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe we could ask Kim. Don't suppose she's in today?

Kim? Over here, please, darling.

You were here Wednesday, yeah?

Do you remember this guy?

It's okay.

You're not in any trouble.

We had a drink.

He came back for a dance, then he left.

As in a private dance?

Was he in the club with anyone?

- Not that I saw. - What time was this?

Uh...10:30.

We're gonna need to, uh, take a look at your CCTV, Razzie.

That'll be tricky.

We delete the footage after 24 hours

if there's been no incidents.

There has been an incident. This man has been murdered.

Any idea why a dead guy had your picture on his phone, Kim?

Don't know.

Sometimes people give recommendations.

Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready for the lunch rush.

- Lunch rush? - People got to eat.

We serve lunch.

So you only hire

young Southeast Asian women to serve lunch, okay.

We don't hire anyone.

They're all self-employed contractors,

free to come and go as they choose.

Hmm. Many of them take English classes?

Samba classes, beauty classes, I don't ask.

Their time's their own.

And all of them are on student visas.

Listen, Sergeant, if you can tell me

where I'm breaking the law, I'm all ears.

Otherwise, you got a problem with people

taking their clothes off, that's on you.

I'll keep this.

There's a discount for law enforcement.

Have you seen my almond milk?

The word 'milk' would imply that an almond has a teat

from which to extract the said milk,

and unless an almond has suddenly become

a member of the mammalian genus,

I can't imagine what you're missing out on

is in any way milk.

You okay?

Bluebird?

Blue, have you cracked Rueben's phone yet?

How did you do on the location data?

Yeah, location data. Interesting.

So, um, Mr. Rueben was keen to hide his travel movements.

He, uh, turned off his location services at 7:43pm

while he was still at Craig's place.

What he failed to realize

is that it doesn't actually disable your phone's GPS.

And according to his,

Mr. Rueben left his friend's flat at 8:22pm,

drove all the way across town to here.

A warehouse in Pyrmont,

leased to a...

...Marvo Armando.

Wait, you know him?

Oh, yeah.

The Great Wall of China.

Notorious Sydney fencer of stolen goods.

I've tried to bust him twice before. It's never stuck.

Hmm. Wanna try a third?

Yeah, see, in L.A., this is where the raves would be at.

You can drop the act, D. I know you've never been to a rave.

Girl, for real. I crushed the ravin' scene.

Like you 'crushed' babysitting?

Yo, check it out.

Hey, no, no, no, no. All right. Don't shoot.

Just a Phillips head.

Yeah? All right. Putting it down.

There we go.

Evie Cooper as I live and breathe.

I thought you told the judge

you'd find a more meaningful way to waste your life?

Oh, Coops. Water. Bridge.

You know, 'cause of you, now I'm on the straight and narrow.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

G'day, mate.

So you got the paperwork for all that?

Oh, that... That's me mate's.

So does your 'mate' have the paperwork?

Yeah. Of course.

Bloody hell, Coops. It's always business with you, eh?

How do you like them moves?

DeShawn, meet the Great Wall of China.

Marvo, DeShawn.

We go way back.

Yo.

You fencing abalone now, Marvo?

Are you kidding?

Albert's a pet.

Your pet abalone's name is Albert?

Albo was already taken.

What was in the rest of the tanks?

I don't know. It was stolen.

If you don't know what was in the tanks,

how do you know it was stolen?

It was stolen, I swear. I got it all on camera, okay?

- Show us. - All right, all right.

All right, all right. All right.

Pause there.

Is that...?

That's our dead Petty Officer Rueben Daniels.

Our murder victim was an abalone thief?

People actually eat these things?

Are you kidding? They're a delicacy.

Sensational eating.

Especially with a little ginger shallot sauce, you know?

- Au naturel's best. - Oh, yeah?

Ooh, yeah. That salty tang.

There's nothing like a fresh gastropod.

Whoa. Okay.

Either way, I am not eating anything

that starts with the word 'gastro', thank you.

Besides, I'm more interested in knowing

what Rueben was doing stealing the little suckers.

Oh, worth a lot on the black market.

Organized crime gangs have been known to use them

as a form of currency.

Well, it's better than cash.

No need to launder it. No paper trail.

- Self-deleting. - Hm.

Smart.

Unlike old mate here.

You guys keep calling me a fence.

I'm no fence.

- Define what it is you do again? - I'm a delivery guy.

- Hmm. - You know, like Tom Hanks.

- In that movie Cast Away. - You're Tom Hanks?

Before the plane crash.

Okay. So who were you delivering stolen abalone for?

See? Now you're on the right path.

I'm the victim here.

You guys should be out looking for the thieves.

Funnily enough, we found one of them.

Murdered.

Oh, I don't know anything about that.

Mm-hm.

- I've got an alibi. - For when?

Well, for whenever it is you guys say he was murdered.

We believe whoever you're doing your abalone FedEx thing for

found out his gear had been stolen and sought revenge.

Give us a name, yeah?

I don't have a name.

- I've seen Cast Away. - So have I.

So have I.

That package Tom Hanks trucked with him

all through the movie

had a receiver's and a sender's address.

You're saying you have neither?

You know, Tom Hanks has got two Oscars over me too,

but do you hear me complaining?

We ran the plates on the abalone thief's trailer.

- It's a hire job. - Did you manage to track it?

You'll never guess who to.

- 'Creg'. - 'Crayg'.

Bring him in.

There you go, mate.

I'll let you rest in peace now.

Bluebird!

You care to explain this?

Um, yeah. The, um...

The main fridge was overflowing and...

And you are a terrible liar.

I'm actually a very good liar.

- Oh? - See, that?

- That's one big lie. - Your cake?

My birthday.

- What, you weren't born? - I was born.

I just lied about when

and it ended up on my AFP application form.

And now everyone here thinks that today is my birthday

and they've got me a cake and they're gonna sing me a song

and I don't deserve any of it.

So you hid the cake in here,

hoping that everything would just go away?

I mean, a garbage bin

would have been more effective than my autopsy fridge.

No, because then I wouldn't be just a liar,

I'd be an ungrateful liar with no thought to composting.

You know what I think?

I think you put the cake in there

because you knew I would find it,

which means that part of you

wants to have this conversation.

I don't...

I don't actually know my date of birth.

Mm.

Well...

...I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for that.

Right?

I have to go. Sorry.

So we wanted to find where they trucked the abalone to, right?

The trouble is he deleted the trip logs on his nav system.

Oh, that's not sus at all.

But I did find this.

Huh.

We meet again.

Whose idea was it to steal the abalone?

Come on, mate. We've got CCTV of you and Rueben at the warehouse.

Whose idea was it?

- It was mine. - Why?

I needed money. What do you think?

What happened that night?

You get in a fight?

Did Rueben give you that?

Kim Dang. Who's she to you?

We showed you a photo and you denied knowing her.

Why did you lie to us?

Look, she's just a friend, okay?

Rueben was a friend and he's not on your car screen saver.

She works at Razzie's,

the club Rueben went to the night he was murdered.

You been there?

That was rhetorical, by the way.

We had a look at your bank statements.

There is a lot of cash withdrawals at Razzie's.

You're there three, four nights a week, dropping...

- Mm. - ...big money.

- All on her, right? - Well, so?

Well, so, it's a little obsessive.

Okay, yeah, make it sound like I'm some kind of stalker, eh?

And then you stopped going recently. How come?

- I was banned. - Really?

Why's that?

Ooh. Oh, you got a little handsy, did ya?

Start taking some liberties?

- You hit her? - What? No.

No. She...

The owner realized that Kim and I were dating.

Didn't like it, I guess.

So she's your girlfriend

who you pay big money to see every night.

It's a little unconventional, no?

- Well, no, it's not like that. - So what's it like?

Well, I love her, okay? I want to see her, so I gotta pay.

Okay.

Two nights ago,

Rueben goes to Razzie's and books a lap dance.

12 girls are working that night.

He could have picked any one of them but he picks your girl.

Mm-hm.

Someone cuts my grass like that,

I'm not gonna lie, mate, I don't know how I'd react.

I didn't kill Rueben.

So why did you clear your car's nav history?

'Cause it looks a hell of lot like

you're covering your tracks, Craig.

- I wanna speak to a lawyer. - You better make it a good one.

Luminol.

Check it out.

Yeah, I reckon that's good.

That's it. You just, you know, back it up. Right back.

Quit moving, you big baby.

There's gotta be better ways of doing this, you know?

You would think so, wouldn't you?

I'm serious. Last time, you got me square in the...

...face.

What does the blood spatter tell us?

- Uh, not what you'd expect, no. - Why, it's not Rueben's blood?

No, no, no, it is - uh, in his ute and on his shirt.

But Craig did not kill Rueben.

Have a squiz at this. There you go, uh, Bluebird.

Yes. Um... Thanks.

Uh, so this linear band of blood,

it suggests that it's been cast off from the weapon.

If it had come from Mr. Rueben directly,

it'd be more of a spray.

Craig was definitely in the room

when the beating took place,

only he was standing meters away.

- Hmm. Watching on. - Mm.

Oh, my...

So if you knew that, what was all this for, then?

You got a little... You...

JD, don't.

So you and Rueben made the finals

three years in a row.

How is this relevant to anything?

Basketball's very relevant to your client, Mr. Todarello.

Actually, you'd know that if you'd done some homework

before you started your billing hours.

Craig and Rueben played together in college.

What position you play?

Point guard.

And Rueben?

Well, he was a guard, I guess,

but... Ruebs was everywhere all at once.

He's the type of player

to be feeding you in the paint at one end

and then swatting it down at the other.

Coast to coast.

- Gotta love that. - Mmm.

Two points down, five seconds left,

you get the ball to Rueben,

'cause you can count on him to do something special.

There's not many people you could trust to do that, huh?

That's what he was doing two nights ago, yeah?

I mean, you were in a jam. You needed some money or whatever.

You knew that he'd do anything for you.

Ultimate team player.

I can't imagine what it must have been like

to watch your best friend die like that.

We don't have to listen to this.

Your six hours are up.

Either charge my client or let him go.

Was someone holding your neck

while he was getting beaten to death?

Is that how you got that bruise?

- You don't have to answer that. - Why wouldn't he, though?

Unless the killer's holding something over you.

What are you scared of, Craig?

- I can't help you, I'm sorry. - Okay. We're done here.

Six hours?

See, that's what happens when you ask a bunch of convicts

to write the penal code.

- Mm-hm. - Um, guys.

Mrs. Rankin dropped these off for you both.

Actual mail. So vintage.

Well, not that vintage.

So I managed to pull the deleted data

from Craig's nav system.

Latitude and longitude.

It's gonna take me a while

to piece everything together, though.

Okay, can you call us when you got something?

I wanna know where they took the abalone.

That's what got Rueben killed.

Robert that.

It's 'Roger that'.

- Since when? - Since always.

Yeah.

Huh! Note to self.

Boss. We might have something.

We went right back through Craig's financials.

And?

And guy's no stranger to strip joints and brothels.

Visited damn near every one we could find.

Didn't pick him for a sex addict.

How much is he spending each time?

15, 20 bucks a visit.

Didn't pick him for a tight-arse either.

Don't get much for 20 bucks these days.

- Apparently. - Hm.

Maybe he wasn't looking for sex.

Maybe he was looking for someone.

The question is, who?

Reckon we have another crack at Kim?

Razzie won't let us anywhere near her.

Have to be on the down-low.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Uh-uh.

Yeah, see, whatever y'all are thinking,

I'm not down with it.

No way.

Nervous?

Nope. Why would I be?

You might see your first naked person.

I'm good. No, just concentrate on your American accent.

'Cause whatever you're doing right there, that ain't it.

Hey, my man.

Hey. 20 bucks cover charge. Each.

Girls don't get in for free?

Not unless you're dancing.

Y'all couldn't handle what I got.

Here.

Thank you.

- Drink? - Oh, I'm good, thanks, hon.

40 bucks, thanks, darling.

For two sodas?!

And a slice of lemon, ice, and a clean glass.

Well, what about no lemon and I clean my own glass?

What about you find somewhere else to party?

A'ight.

Look, I was, uh, you know,

thinking about my own little private party.

Take your pick.

Hmm.

Her. Kim.

Let Kim know she's got company.

Thanks, Bobby.

Well, cameras in the rooms. Monitors at the bar.

- Eyes on the whole time. - I'll handle it.

Hey, guys. Are we all together?

Oh, just lover boy here.

Promised to get him through the door.

It's his first time. He's kinda nervous.

I'll try not to give him a heart attack.

You...

♪ You wait until I've got you on your own ♪

♪ On your own

♪ On your own...

You ever play for the NFL?

You look like that wide receiver

who plays for the Giants.

Mixing me up with someone.

You certainly look jacked enough to be him.

- Navy, are ya? - Six months at sea.

It's unnatural.

You know what I mean?

- Sounds terrible. - Hmm.

You, um, mind if we just talk?

Aww, you are nervous.

What do you want to talk about?

Your boyfriend, Craig.

You with those officers who came before?

- Special Agent. NCIS. - You shouldn't have come here.

You rather we take you in?

We can't just talk. They'll know.

You know, I didn't see you on the menu.

Maybe you should take it up with management.

Maybe I will.

Two nights ago, Craig's buddy Rueben

booked a session with you.

- What happened? - Had a dance and left.

I know what you told my buddies, but what I need is the truth.

Hmm.

Just made port, did ya?

What ship you come in on?

USS Pascal.

Destroyer, huh?

Arleigh Burke or Zumwalt class?

You're not one of those Navy trainspotters, are you?

No. We get a lot of US sailors through here.

Chatty bunch.

Get to know my ships.

And my accents.

Thing is I can't place yours. Where you from exactly?

Providence.

Which one?

Bobby, go check on Kim.

Make sure everyone's behaving themselves.

Craig and Rueben stole a shipment of abalone

the night he died.

So you know about that?

I told them to steal it.

- Why? - Wrong question.

You should be asking who we were stealing it from.

What's going on?

Did he touch you?

Did you touch her?

It's fine, Bobby. We're good. He just doesn't like my dancing.

Pay her, then get the hell out.

We cool. Um, she just isn't what I'm looking for. That's all.

Um, I'll just get something so I can pay for you.

Here.

Plenty of other girls you may like more.

You should check them out.

You're not gonna believe this.

So this is the menu you got from Razzie's, right?

We checked the girls' deets.

All here on student visas, all legally in the country.

That's the menu Kim just gave me.

- Different girls, right? - Last year's menu.

- So why'd she give it to you? - See, that's what we wondered.

So we ran 'em through facial rec.

Turns out they have more in common

than just working at Razzie's.

Every one of them came over on student visas.

All from Vietnam, all at the same bogus language school.

So Razzie's trafficking women?

Oh, it gets worse.

Once their visas ran out,

there's no record of them returning to Vietnam

or even leaving Australia.

They all just vanish into thin air.

Including her.

Kim's sister, Anh Dang.

We think Kim came to Australia to find her sister.

So that's who Craig's been searching

brothels and strip clubs for.

If we wanna find Rueben's killer,

we gotta find Kim's sister.

And fast. Kim's visa runs out in a week.

If we don't hurry, she's in danger of vanishing too.

You've been sending peas from your warehouse

to an address in Vietnam.

Is that a crime?

It is when what you're labeling as peas

are actually abalone.

Why would I label abalone as peas?

I don't know, because

maybe shipping illegally poached abalone...

Is illegal.

Well, lucky I'm not doing that, then.

Feb 1st, pea shipment to Vietnam.

Two weeks later, six girls arrive.

Oh. September 16th, another shipment leaves.

Two weeks later, guess where Kim arrives from.

You know, from where I'm sitting,

I think you send out abalone marked as peas

in exchange for women.

You lost me at 'peas', mate.

Which makes you party

to some pretty serious sex trafficking offenses.

Hey! I don't know anything about sex trafficking, all right?

So tell us who does.

All the women working for me were working here legally.

Their visas run out, I send 'em home.

You lie, Razzie!

Where have you got Anh?

- Who? - You don't even know her name?

My sister.

One of the women you have enslaved.

I don't know where your sister is.

12 out of 12 of your girls overstayed their visa.

None of them have been seen since, so you do the math.

I put every girl on a plane,

even got one of my guys to drop 'em at the airport.

Then explain how none of them cleared Australian customs?

None of them made it to Vietnam?

If they decide not to get on a plane, that's not on me.

- Who drives them to the airport? - What?

You said one of your guys drives them out.

Bobby.

Which makes Bobby the last person

to see these women alive.

What have you got?

Found a freezer trailer from the address Blue gave us.

Get this.

The generator's still on.

Abalone on ice.

That's what it looks like.

We got company.

You better get here. Bouncer from the club just rocked up.

Bobby's there?

And his offsider too.

Both look to be packing.

- What do you want us to do? - Keep your heads down.

Wait for us. You, with me, now.

So you knew Razzie was trading women for abalone?

There were whispers amongst the girls.

One night, I heard her talking on the phone

about a deal for the next group of girls.

I told Craig we should steal it.

To use as leverage to get Anh back.

Only you couldn't know that Razzie didn't have your sister.

Only Bobby knew that.

Is that right?

All right, well, the abalone's all here, man.

Are you gonna tell Razzie we're good?

Whoa! Hey, whoa, bro, bro!

Mate, there's no need for that. I'm here, aren't I?

I've kept my end of the deal.

What deal?

Look, I screwed up, all right?

Just... just take the abalone and you'll never see me again.

That means I'm gonna have to take your word

you won't go to the cops.

I'm not gonna go to the cops, man.

Open the freezer door, hm?

Come on.

You killed my best friend, you son of a bitch!

Federal agent. Drop the weapon.

You heard the man. Put the gun down.

Hands behind your head.

Look at me!

Don't do this, man.

Come on, Craig. Put the gun down.

What are you doing, Craig?

He killed Rueben.

The other one held me back

while this bastard beat him to death in front of me.

Yeah, I know.

And he's gonna go down for it, I promise.

You gotta let us do our job, yeah?

You know, Ruebs had nothing to do with any of this.

Yeah, and it's not gonna bring him back, mate.

Hey.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Would Rueben want you to spend the rest of your life

rotting in a prison cell for this dog?

- Rueben's gone. - Craig, please.

It's not Razzie who has Anh. It's Bobby.

If you kill him,

you're killing the only person who knows where she is.

She's right, mate.

Give me the gun, yeah?

Come on. Hey.

Give me the gun. Give me the gun.

Get on the ground!

Police!

Don't move! Get on the ground!

All clear.

Anh Dang?

It's okay.

We got you.

Hey, you okay?

I can't... I can't go out there, okay? It's...

- Oh, come on. Yes, you can. - No, it's not my birthday.

Well, it could be. Today could be the day.

I mean, you've got a 1-in-365 chance.

You're not factoring in leap years.

Now you're just stalling.

Okay, how about you smuggle me out of here in a body bag?

Well, I could do that, but what would I tell everyone?

That I've been abducted by aliens.

Do you have any intention of coming back and working here?

Briefly abducted.

Listen, Bluebird, these people here,

they care about you.

And they want to celebrate you.

But it's not...

And if you... don't let them do that...

...you are going to let them down.

I don't wanna do that.

Then go out there and blow out the damn candles.

Hmm?

- Surprise! - Oh, wow!

You guys got me.

- I did not see this coming. - Happy birthday, Blue.

Oh, and a cake that I've never seen in my life.

This is such a spontaneous delight.

Oh, why?

Well, because I broke your other one

when I was saving Colonel Rankin.

Guys!

- A cake and a present. - Yep.

Why did... You shouldn't have.

Oh, well.

♪ A white sport coat... ♪

Did I look surprised enough?

Oh! Like a young Audrey Hepburn.

♪ I'm all dressed up...

Listen.

If you do ever want to talk about

why you don't know your birth date...

...I'm all ears.

♪ Sport coat ♪

♪ And a pink carnation...

♪ Bom, bom, bom...

All right, I think it's time

we settled this dancing thing once and for all.

Please. I beg of you, this is Blue's special day.

- Let's not spoil it. - Oh, yeah.

I see what's going on.

You know, maybe it's you who ain't got the moves.

Oh!

- Oh, it's on. - Uh-uh. Yeah, it's on.

Learn anything new?

Uh, only that Rankin's an unexpected softy.

Took his kids' teddy bear with him wherever he went.

- Look. - ♪ Sports coat

- ♪ And a pink... - Wow.

- Quite the traveler. - Yeah.

Then one day, unexpectedly,

the teddy bear comes home, but Rankin doesn't.

You ever interrogated a teddy bear?

There's always a first.

♪ Uh! All right...

Oooh!

Yeah, you not ready, baby girl. Ooh, damn, ooh.

♪ You move to the left

♪ And you go for yourself...

Quick, give me something to read.

Uh...

The dance floor beckons, me bosses.

Uh, don't look at me. I got, uh, two left feet.

Yeah, I'm not much of a dancer, kiddo, so...

But it's my birthday.

♪ All night...

Hey, you're not getting out of this. Come on.

- Come on. Come on. - JD, no, no. JD!

♪ Oh, yes, you do, real nice

♪ And you slide into the limbo

♪ How low can you go?

Know what I said about you not being able to dance?

Hold the phone, people.

Ha-ha! Evie Cooper's on the cusp of a compliment.

Oh! Ooh!

It's all relative.

- ♪ Do the Harlem shuffle... - Ooh!

♪ Hey!

Come on, JD. Get low.

♪ Move to the left Do the Harlem shuffle... ♪

- Come on, Rosie. Come on. - Come on, Doc.

♪ Harlem shuffle, baby...

♪ Do it, baby!