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-Contact front! Move!
-Move in!

Go, go, go!

Reloading!

-Garcia! 10 o'clock! Go!
-Move in!

-
- Game over, Garcia.

-Come on, it's a flesh wound.
-It's an F1 grenade.

Your insides
are now on the outside.

-You're done!
- Way to go, Garcia!

Gimme a break! I'm already...

-
-

-Stop the...
-Hold!

-What in God's name...
-Stop!

Medevac now!

Hang in there.
You're gonna be okay.

-Help! Somebody help!
-Medic!

Medic! Stop the exercise!

-Medic! Medic!
-

Corpsman! I need a corpsman!

Nothing says the Top End like
the warm embrace of the tropics.

Warm? JD, the air is sweating.

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

Three seasons - wet, dry,
and get me the hell outta here.

Think I'll go back
to Sydney now.

Hell, no! This is where it's at.

-Fancy that. DeShawn is pumped.
-Why not?

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

unspoiled beaches,
cute critters.

You know,
we should get jet skis.

We should get air con.

Is this your first time
on the Top End?

You are gonna love it, kiddo.

What's top of your list?

Funny you should ask that.

Gunnery Sergeant Jensen, ma'am.

Welcome to Darwin.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Jim Dempsey, AFP.
Good to meet you.

Wish it was under
better circumstances, sir.

Base is at capacity
on account of the ceremony.

Hope you don't mind,

we've had to house your team
in field tents.

I lived out of
a shipping container at Bagram

for three months.

A tent will be just fine.

Doc, Blue.

-Get a temp HQ set up.
-All right.

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

Oorah.

What's this ceremony?
It sounds very exciting.

Uh, Feb 19.

Commemoration of the Japanese
bombing of Darwin in WWII.

It's a very big deal up here.

Adding that to the list.

I'll get in the back. Yeah.

What's up?
Can't handle the heat?

I was deployed in Afghanistan
in the height of summer.

I'm talking 120 Fahrenheit,

sandstorms, snakes.

Darwin ain't got nothing on me.

I can adapt to any environment.

Ooh!

-Evie!
-

Evie!

Ooh!

Uh...

JD?

JD!

Some of the biggest tides
on the planet up here.

Up to 10 meters.

RIP, forensics.
Unless you brought your goggles.

Wouldn't recommend it, ma'am.

Box jellyfish
will kill you in minutes.

Box jellyfish?

Yeah, then there's
the Irukandji.

They're worse.

And don't even get me started
on the salties.

-The what?
-Crocs.

Being attacked by one

is like being hit by a car going
60mph, except the car has teeth.

Yay. So a tropical paradise
where you can't swim.

-Yeah.
-The hell is this place?

Survival of the fittest.

It is Darwin, after all.

Talk me through the exercise,
gunny.

My Marines were launching
an amphibious assault.

The Australians were dug in
on the beach.

Why the live fire?

It wasn't, ma'am.

Rounds were blanks.

Ordnance was inert.

Except for the grenade
that killed Garcia.

Yeah, how did a live grenade
make it onto the battlefield?

Clearly, somewhere
along the line,

it must have got mixed up
with the training one.

That's one hell of a mix-up.

Combat training exercises

are designed to replicate
the real thing.

Accidents are a tragic reality.

But this...

You were in the field
during the exercise?

As a white cell, ma'am.

An observer.

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

Where's DeShawn and Evie?

-
-

At least we can tick 'mud bath'
off the hit list.

It got into orifices
I didn't even know I had.

- Oi, I'm open!
- Yo!

Ooh!
In your face, Aussies!

-Watch it!
-You wanna go?

You want some?

-
- Hey, knock it off!

As you were, Marines!

Yes, sir.

Sort of thing
happen a lot up here?

Marine Rotational Force

means 2,500 Americans
on an Australian army base.

Throw in a little mango madness,

whole place is a tinderbox.

Come again?

Mango madness.

It's where the heat
gets under your skin.

You know, people become snappy,
tempers flare,

but the secret is stay hydrated,

breathable fabrics
and, you know, keeping cool.

Yeah.

Good to know.

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

Everyone's on edge.

Based on the fragments,

it looks like
Mr. Garcia was killed

using a US M69 training grenade.

How? Trainers blow smoke.

No way they could do
that sort of damage.

Maybe someone screwed up,
filled it with real explosives.

Someone's getting fired.

Well, if that was the case,
we'd expect to find

residue from
military-grade explosives

like TNT, RDX.

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

aluminium and dextrin.

Homemade explosives.

Which means
whoever packed the grenade

and took it onto that beach,

they weren't there to train.

They were there to kill.

It's impossible.

There's no way
I'd let a live grenade

onto a training course, ma'am.

-Everyone makes mistakes.
-Not me, ma'am.

Not when it comes to the lives
of these Marines.

-
-

used in last night's exercise.

-All signed out by you?
-Yes, sir.

-And obviously you're one short.
-That's correct.

And we're assuming

that's the grenade
that killed Garcia, right?

No, ma'am,

I personally verified

that only M69 training grenades
were in this box.

Whatever killed Corporal Garcia

didn't come from my stock.

Well, I guess we'll see.

We're currently reassembling
the grenade fragments.

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

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

The exercise was filmed
via drone.

The forces wore GPS trackers.

Pinpoints where everyone was
at the time of the explosion.

Fuse length
of an American M69 grenade

is between four
and five seconds,

giving us this throw radius.

Anyone inside it
could have thrown that grenade

that killed Garcia.

-How many suspects?
-Five in total.

Three Americans, two Aussies.

Well, hang about,
you said it was a US grenade.

What, are you somehow suggesting
now that an Aussie soldier

got hold of an American grenade?

Well, after-action reports

claims no one saw
who threw that grenade.

Just keeping an open mind,
Sarge.

Yeah.

Roll it again.

No one inside the blast radius
is running.

What does that tell us?

None of those men
threw the grenade?

They didn't know it was coming.

Find out who was just outside
the blast radius.

Ah, see, that's why you
are in the big box, boss.

On it.

Hey, Evie, can we get
the, uh, background

on the dead Marine?

Yeah, sure thing.

Corporal David
'Moneybags' Garcia.

Fancy restaurants,
expensive toys.

A little outside the pay grade
of an E-4 corporal.

Who's the woman?

Maria Soares.

Darwin local.

Works for a regional
aid organization,

Humanicore.

Huh.

Maria's also
an active member

of the East Timorese
expat community,

and almost certainly doing
the Top End tango with Garcia.

-Ah.
-Okay. Go make friends.

Humanicore mean something
to you?

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

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

Now, one side of Garcia's head

is peppered with shrapnel,
as you'd expect.

But over here,
there's a large contusion,

brown-yellow in coloration.

That's indicating
the blunt trauma

he suffered a few days earlier.

A punch, maybe.

So Garcia was attacked
before the training exercise?

And by the looks of things,

he got a few in himself.

I'd be asking
any of your suspects

if they've got bruises
of their own.

-
-

-Thanks!
- Cheers, man.

Are you hungry?
Shout you a croc burger.

Wait, first time you've
ever offered to buy me food

and it's that?

I just want you to have
the full Darwin experience.

I'm good.

Maria Soares, uh,
Special Agent Jackson, NCIS.

Got a minute?

How long ago was that?

Eight months, give or take.

Seem like y'all were tight.

We were planning a trip to
the States to meet his parents.

And you're East Timorese, right?

Yeah. We moved here
when I was six.

That pre- or post-independence?

A lot of my people think
real independence

is still a long way off.

It's why
I volunteer at the stall.

Maria, we took a look
at Corporal Garcia's socials.

Seems y'all like to party, huh?

Not much else to do up here.

Still, he really
splashed the cash, didn't he?

More rock star
than Marine corporal.

-Do you know where he got it?
-

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

It'd really help
our investigation.

Investigation?

He died in a training accident.

We're just looking
at all angles.

Did Garcia have any enemies?

No.

Everyone loved David.

Except whoever got into a fight
with him a few days ago.

I don't know anything
about a fight.

Look, I really can't help you.

That's fair enough.

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

You know,
don't listen to the others.

You are gonna make
a great cop one day.

Who's she talking to?

Angus Tipoloura,

a corporal
in the Australian Army.

And one of the Aussies
on the battlefield with Garcia,

just outside the blast radius.

Well, I think Angus
just became our prime suspect.

Mm.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, skimmer boats.

-Yech! Hard pass.
-Oh, right.

Yeah, you and swimming.

You know, honestly, up here,

you got nothing to worry about.

You fall in,

croc will eat you
way before you drown.

Well, actually,
they death roll you,

break every bone in your body,

then you drown.

But thanks for the pep talk.

Death roll?

Bloody midgies!

Are you getting eaten?

Girl, midgies know better
than that.

-Yeah, okay.
-No.

What are midgies?

Helps them settle down.

What do you reckon, sis,
you hungry?

Chili mud crab. Make you cry.
Good way.

Only if you're interested.

A specialty of yours?

One of many.

-Mind if I take a look around?
-Go for it, bruz.

Just be careful of snakes, but.

How do you know Maria Soares?

Grew up together.

-You two romantic?
-No, nothing.

We're just friends.

So, which way, sis?

Chili mud crab and rice,

blachung on the side?

I'm not your sis, bruz.

I'm a cop investigating
a murder.

Oh, okay, Officer.

Just being friendly.

I don't need friendly.

Someone was murdered on a beach
not three miles from here.

Hang on, I don't know anything
about no murder.

-Thought there was an accident.
-

So did we.

At first.

Garcia seemed pretty flush
with cash.

You know how he was making it?

No idea. Hardly knew the bloke.

Enough to fight him, though.

That's how you got the bruises,
right?

If you haven't noticed,
little bit of heat up here.

Sometimes makes a bloke
lash out.

Not a good look.

Seeing as you were close enough
to throw the grenade.

There was a lot of soldiers
there. You talking to them?

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

More mud crabs?

Not exactly.

Potassium perchlorate,
aluminum and dextrin.

The exact same ingredients as in
the grenade that killed Garcia.

So, Maria learns that
Garcia's been murdered,

and you're her first call.

Why is that?

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

Right. You'd do anything
to protect your family, right?

Who did Maria
need protecting from?

Was it Garcia?

Or something he was involved in?

Well, maybe Maria
put you up to it.

-I didn't kill him, all right?
- Really? Okay.

'Cause this is what
your explosives did, mate.

I'm being set up.

-By whom?
-How do I know?

Isn't that your job?

Look, I'm an Aussie grunt.

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

I'm a dead man.

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

Is it hot enough for
you, Bluebird? Oh, put it away!

I'm just running a brute-force
attack on Rankin's thumb drive

to try and crack the encryption.

He's in a coma
and you're on holidays.

It can wait, Bluebird.

-Ooh!
-I like that tattoo.

Oh, thanks.

It's, um, it's just something
that my...my brother drew.

Oh.

Didn't know you had a brother.

What's his story?

I don't know, to be honest.
We, um...

-We haven't spoken for a while.
-Oh, fair enough.

Hm.

-Rosie, can I ask a favor?
- Mmm?

When we get back to Sydney,
there's something...

..I need you to have a look at
for me...

..in a professional capacity.

Of course. Whatever you need.

All right, so...

..what do we do now?

Gonna try and find out where
that million-dollar barra is.

-Million-dollar whatta?
-Barramundi.

Every year, they tag
a healthy young barra

and then they release it
out there,

somewhere off the waters
of Darwin,

and whoever catches it wins...

-Wins a million dollars?!
-No, no, it's more than that.

It's a moment in time
that can...

..define a person's legacy.

A place...

A place in the history books.

-And a million dollars?
-And a million dollars, yes.

Wow!

You know, Bluebird...

-No.
-It's only one cast away.

I can't. I will mess it up.

Come on.
That's the beauty of fishing.

You can't mess it up.

Okay.

Okay.

Or maybe you can.

Take him inside
till things settle down.

He's public enemy number one
right now.

You got it, boss.

Come on. It holds.

Overprotective former boyfriend

doesn't like the flashy new guy
and all of his American dollars.

Toss in some mango madness,

you got yourself
death by love triangle.

Crimes of passion
are spur of the moment.

This took planning.

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

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

Get us looking at the Marines,

keep the Aussies
out of the frame.

Okay, how does an Aussie grunt
get hold of a US grenade?

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

I'm gonna head back.

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

You coming?

You go.

I'm having dinner off-base.

All right, no worries.

-Catch you later, then.
-Yeah.

Just through here, ma'am.

- Thanks. Won't be long.
- Sorry about before.

I wasn't trying to style up
with you, nothing like that.

Yeah, you were.

Maybe a little bit.
Can you blame me?

Help me out with something?

'AT'.

'Angus Tipoloura', yeah?

And 'MS' is 'Maria Soares'?

So not just friends, then.

Oh, Maria?

-
-Hey, it was a teenage crush.

She's mates with
my little sister.

She's like my sister.

Either way,
that's what the fight

with Garcia was about, right?

-Not the way you're saying it.
-Then what was it?

Garcia got Maria
involved in something

and, what, you were just
looking out for her?

Look, I didn't kill him,
I'm telling you.

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

Well, probably not, I suppose.

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

Look, I tell you what,

when you find
whoever killed Garcia

and I get off the hook,

you, me, chili mud crab.

What do you reckon?

Yeah, go on, then.

Extra blachung, eh?

- Payback time.
- Payback's a bitch.

Can I help you fellas?

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

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

Not surprised.

Word on the street is
he killed one of ours.

Come on, bro,
we won't stay long.

You will if you ask again.
Then you can join him inside.

Nice and cozy.

-What do you say?
- Hmm.

Yo, let's kick it.

We'll be watching.

Look at you,

going all Wyatt Earp on me.

Suits you.

The bar was closing.

Oh, Michelle,
I...I should have called.

You think?

I haven't seen you for six years

and you stand me up
at the Darwin Trailer Boat Club?

Look, Port Moresby,
it's flooding.

We are only halfway loaded
and racing the tide.

I'm...I'm so sorry.

Can you forgive me?

How long before the tide turns?

So I guess they figured
I couldn't do too much damage

all the way down in Sydney.

I hope you proved them wrong,
huh?

On my best behavior.

It's actually been kinda great.

Sorta home away from home,
you know?

If you say so.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Nothing, it's just, uh...

When I first met you,
you were flying helicopter

and sleeping in a tent
in the desert.

Now you are what, a policeman?

Well, you can talk.

You are the CEO of a big company

and yet here you are

hauling bags of rice
at midnight.

-You're really kicking ass too.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, touché.

Ah.

It's a sign.

What does the sign say, exactly?

-
-

-
-

You up early or in late?

Why, you keeping tabs?

Nah. I wouldn't dream of it.

Correct answer.

Well, you want to go, uh,

take a look
at the crime scene again?

Sure beats whatever this is.

So, the boats landed there,

and then Garcia made his way
up the beach

and was here
when the grenade exploded.

And Angus was positioned there
in the scrub.

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

Well, distance
isn't the problem.

How's he gonna throw
through all this?

He's a Top End soldier.

Breed 'em tough up here, mate.

Ooh.

Okay.

Okay, Tom Brady,
find the end zone.

-You missed.
- Yeah.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- It's fine.

Just 'cause he couldn't have
thrown the kill shot

doesn't clear him from having
the bomb ingredients.

Macka...

Maybe Angus had
a co-conspirator.

Macka. Macka!

-What?
-

Behind you!

Oh! Oh!

You could have warned me.

Oh, no, you're right,
that's my bad.

Could a croc
get up here?

I vote we don't find out.

Congratulations, Bluebird.

Your first holiday jigsaw.

Now, next tip for you

is how to drink beer
in this climate

before it goes hot.

-
-You drink it fast.

Hm! How about a lemonade?

How about a batch code?

Yeah, coming right up.

You recovered from
your croc adventure?

I thought Steve Irwin
would know better.

Blow it our your arse, Doc.

Wow.

Sounds like he's been touched
by the mango.

I haven't been touched by...

Mate, you do sound a bit snippy.

I'm not, okay?
I'm just a little bit hot.

And bothered.

And bothersome,

if I'm being completely honest.

Oh, sorry.

Bingo.

I got the batch code
and we can trace the grenade.

I don't understand.

-So it is one of yours?
-Was.

It's US Marine issue,
but it wasn't part of the batch

that was used
in the training exercise.

It's logged as already
having been decommissioned.

How's that possible?

They get earmarked

to be shipped back to the States
to be de-milled.

Who signed off on it
from this end?

One sec.

Who was it?

Uh, Corporal David Garcia.

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

Yeah, sweet side hustle too,

stealing ordnance
he was in charge of destroying.

Hm, including the grenade
that destroyed him.

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

What are you thinking, then?

Business partnership goes bad,

someone gets scared,
tries to cover their tracks?

Someone...as in Angus?

No honor among thieves.

I'm pulling records
of everything

he was tasked with destroying.

If he's taken other stuff,

there's a chance
we can track it down.

Who assigns
decommissioning duties?

According to Jensen,
it was done randomly

among the Marines, you know,
names in a hat type of thing.

-
-Might have something.

I've been going over
Garcia's phone records

from the night of the theft.

Garcia made a call
30 minutes after he left

with whatever was in
those boxes.

Who to?

Say hello
to the pointy end

of our love triangle.

She's a logistics officer
at Humanicore.

A weapons thief

and a woman with international
shipping access.

Match made in heaven.

Michelle!

Etienne.

Good to see you again.

-Ça va?
-Ça va.

-Mm. Mm.
- Mwah.

-I'm good with a handshake.
-Ah, you must be JD.

Etienne Cabrel. Enchanté.

Michelle, she's told me
all about you, huh?

Oh. Bonjour. Has she?

Etienne and I are old friends.

First crossed paths in Syria,
2013.

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

Etienne's team were captured
by insurgents

and I was part of the rescue op.

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

-I'm only here because of her.
-Oh, he's exaggerating.

Ah, ouais?
Show him your scar.

I stitched her up while we
waited for the exfil team.

With mint-flavored dental floss.

The scar's still
a little green tinged.

Let's park the health check,
shall we?

I'm sure Michelle here
has mentioned that we're here

under a murder investigation.

Yes, of course.
Please, this way.

Great.

I think I recognize his cologne.
Eau de too much.

-
-

Everything okay?

Oh, Blue, I... You...

That barra's got your name
written all over it.

Ooh!

-Thank you.
- Hmm!

- Ooh.
-Ah.

It's a graphite composite.

Didn't muck around, did you?

Cheese and rice!

Huh? What is it?

I think I've just cracked
Rankin's thumb drive.

Huh. If only I spoke legalese.

You guys go all the way
into the Malacca Straits?

Yeah, we go
wherever we are needed.

There's more pirates up there

than anywhere else
on the planet.

How do you avoid them?

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

You pay them off?

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

I can tell you don't approve.

Well, yeah, I'm a cop,

so we're generally not big

on paying bribes to criminals.

-Jim...
-Nah, it's fine, Michelle.

I understand your partner's
point of view.

And in a perfect world,
I agree with it.

But this is not a perfect world.

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

We believe
they were transported here,

most likely bound for
Timor-Leste.

- Hmm.
-You don't look too surprised.

Why would I be?

We spend all of our budget
on aid and logistics.

There is no line item
for security.

Okay, if the weapons
were transported here,

any idea where
they might be now?

Wouldn't have
a lock pick, would you?

Nice.

Okay, there's one box.

-Where's the second?
-How about we ask Maria?

You let an arms smuggler
into an international port.

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

Oh, and then smuggled arms?

What are you talking about?

Those M16s we just found.

They were earmarked
for East Timor.

You have connections there,
right?

I have family.

Hm. Including your cousin
with ties to a militant group.

We made some calls.

Where's the second box, Maria?

I don't know anything
about any boxes.

Come on, there are stolen
US-issued M16s

in a shipping container
under your control.

-What are we supposed to think?
-I don't know.

Well, it's either you or David,
or you and David.

So which one is it?

David, he...

He was interested in
the struggles of my people,

the freedom fighters.

He just wanted to speak
to someone on the ground.

Someone like your cousin?

Did you suggest Garcia
get in touch with him

or did he ask you?

He asked me.

What?

You think that he
was planning this all along?

That he used me?

-
-He loved me. I loved him.

He wouldn't.

-He wouldn't.
-D.

Garcia signed off on
to be sent Stateside.

There are no more boxes missing.

Okay, that's good news.

But I am looking at

a third box here that doesn't
contain what it's supposed to.

Meaning?

Meaning someone must have
swapped out the contents.

- What's in it?
-M16s.

What's supposed to be in it?

A Stinger.

As in a Stinger missile?

As in the type that takes down
passenger jets.

So Garcia steals two boxes

of old weapons to ship
to East Timor.

Both are marked 'M16s',
but the contents of one box

has been swapped out
for a Stinger missile.

-Why?
-The Stinger's worth more?

Maybe, but why swap the boxes?

They're gonna be destroyed
anyway. No one's gonna know.

Maybe Garcia didn't make the
swap. Maybe it was someone else.

Why?

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

Yeah, then Garcia pops the box,
finds a Stinger, panics.

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

He wants nothing
to do with that,

doesn't want it getting
in the wrong hands.

So he hides it.

When this other guy
comes to collect,

no missile.

And Garcia pays the price.

Okay.

So who's the other guy?

The only other person
Garcia called that night

other than Maria was Angus.

Find out what he knows.

Come on, JD.

You wanted a business partner.
Angus fits the bill.

How?

Whoever swapped the Stinger

had to have access
to the decom room

and be able to guarantee that
Garcia was on duty that night.

That's not Angus.

Well, who, then?

Jensen said assignments
were random.

-
-

Are these the vests
from the training exercise?

Yes, ma'am,
from the men who caught frag.

Our records show that only
three Marines were hit.

Why are there four vests?

Names.

- Who is it?
-Jensen.

He said he was
nowhere near Garcia.

If his vest took frag,

that means he had to be
inside the blast radius.

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

Because he was a white cell.

Which means he wasn't
wearing a GPS tracker.

And he could have thrown
the grenade.

Son of a bitch.

Gunnery Sergeant Jensen,

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Open the door now!

Get onto Jensen's CO.

See if he knows where he's at.

-
-Hey.

-
-Okay.

So I made a few calls,
as you asked.

Now, this is strictly
between us, huh?

These are very dangerous people.
It cannot come back to me.

It's in the cone, I promise.

Okay, so...

..I put in a call to a fixer
I work with in Sumatra.

Now, the word is
that US military hardware

has been found in the hands

of a local Mujahideen group.

It's assault rifles, body armor.

How did they acquire them?

A regional arms dealer.

He's known as the Bald Eagle.

-Thank you, Etienne.
-Yeah. Please forget it.

I mean it, huh?

-
-

-
-

Fire in the hole.

The missing training grenade.

Jensen swapped it out,
killed Garcia,

then planted the bomb
ingredients at Angus's place.

Framing him.

The corporal's been signed out,
ma'am.

What do you mean,
he's been signed out?

A senior Marine staff NCO
came by

and said he's using Corporal
Tipoloura on a working party.

Give me a name, Sergeant.

I'm not authorized
to disclose...

It was Gunnery Sergeant Jensen,
am I right?

Sentry at the gate reported
Jensen left 30 minutes ago,

heading south.

So Angus must have hidden
the Stinger

for Garcia.

Yeah, somewhere Angus knew.

Where?

-The marina.
- Left or right?

Left.

How we doing, Blue?

I've isolated a 15-mile radius
around Darwin,

tracking all boats,
so it's only a matter of time.

Talk to me, Blue!

Got it.

Okay, boat on the move,
approaching...

..Angus's house.

Oh, my God.

Angus?

Oh, my God.

Couldn't resist, eh?

Shh.

Still some chili mud crab there
if you...

Don't talk, don't talk.

You're gonna be okay.

-
-

I just need you
to apply pressure.

-
-You're right.

I'm just gonna go to the boat.

Get the first aid kit.

-I'll be back.
-No, no, no, no, just...

Just stay.

Just stay.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

Must have hidden it
in the river.

Jensen.

Where's the Stinger?

Evie? Hey!

He kept saying he had nothing
to do with it.

He was in our custody.

They shot him in the back.

This is on us.

Hey. Listen to me.

We are just doing our job.

You understand?

Yeah?

You want to blame someone,

you blame the coward
who put a round in his back

when he was running away, yeah?

-
- You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Good.

'Cause our shooter's now got
a surface-to-air missile

with a five-mile firing range.

Bad news for any VIPs
arriving by plane

for the Feb 19 commemoration.

Which is all of them.