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If I beat us again, I will literally bury myself alive.

Mindy, we just have to visualise the win.

Be positive or the flowers will absorb your negativity.

What is there to be positive about?

Those moles have beat us three times in a row.

For a more positive take, we came second three times in a row. Because they're

cheating. You're wicking out.

It's a floral competition.

Just relax.

When they go low, we go high.

Or we go lower. Don't. I'm going to say it. It's time. We've been over this,

Mindy. Pesticide.

What? Everyone else was doing it.

If everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?

What the actual... Did you hit something?

No, I think something hit us. Could you not kill us before we even get to the

competition?

Seriously, nothing.

Not even a scratch.

Are the flowers okay?

They better be.

Nice kicks.

I don't think you can bowl in those.

I'm just here for moral support.

You know, blow on some balls for good luck.

I think that only works for dice.

I mean, besides, who goes bowling anyway?

70 million Americans.

The only thing worse than sticking your fingers in a bunch of filthy holes is

doing it wearing clown shoes.

Yeah, so why'd you guys choose it for team bonding two years in a row?

What are you talking about? You've never been bowling before?

Yeah, I have, last year.

Says who?

Says Blue.

Mackey's orders, apparently, straight from the top.

She was obviously... joking.

Which everyone would have known, except for you.

So that's why JD responded to my invite with a laughing emoji.

Hook, line and sinker.

Later, sucker.

Yeah, no worries.

I might stick around and try and get through all this.

All the beers and snacks I bought for the team to have bombed up.

All good.

Catch you tomorrow.

Ensign Curtis Lee, 26, here on the USS Solomon.

Got into town two weeks ago.

Local cops think he jumped.

What do you think?

If he was going to kill himself, why come all the way out here to do it?

How'd he get out here?

State he find any abandoned cars?

Not yet.

It's a new take on pushing up daisies.

More like squashing down posies.

Garden snake impaled straight through his abdomen.

Shouldn't there be more blood?

It's hard to tell.

They might be plugging out the wound. I won't know more until I get him back to

autopsy.

D, get on the overpass. See what you can find.

Got it.

And get Evie to pull CCTV from nearby tollways. Around the time Curtis went

the side.

Will do.

If she ever shows.

You've reached Evie.

Text me like a normal person.

Yo, pick up.

Trying to save your ass from getting in trouble.

Unless your ass is already in trouble, which is why you're not picking up.

Or you're asleep, which means your ass ain't gonna be trouble picking up.

Just get me back.

No phone.

No way are dead guys more of a Luddite than Doc.

How very dare you.

Let me guess. Goodbye, crew world? More like hello, sleepless nights.

Wait, is this a paternity test?

Looks like Curtis was going to be a dad.

There's one night on the job and they've already locked you out. I was on the

job.

Bowling anyone?

Wait, you went to that?

Yeah, thanks for the heads up, partner.

Just feeling really bonded right now. Oh, man.

See, I love bowling.

Greatest participation sport in America. Should have called up with a cup. My

phone died.

Ooh, you're looking a little near death yourself.

You hungover?

Please, it takes more than half a dozen beers and an unspecified amount of

tequila shots to leave me dusty.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, you are hungover. Pardon me, sir.

Hi.

Don't worry, secret's safe with me. I got you, Matt.

What the hell happened to you?

Evie went bowling.

Sucker.

Our guy with the steak through him was Ensign Curtis Lee.

Enlisted at 18, completed his OCS training, got his commission last year.

Flamin'. Anything from the toll camps? Still checking.

Right?

Right, Evie?

Yeah, good work, Dave.

Hello?

I think the doors are playing up.

Oh, you've got your first job for the day.

You can stomach it.

Yeah, I'll get right to it, Skip.

D.

Oh, so, I spoke to Curtis' family back in Seattle. They didn't know anything

about the pregnancy.

As far as they knew, he was single.

The clinic that did the paternity test has no record of Mom either.

She didn't give her name, and they destroy all DNA after testing. But she

be in Sydney to test.

So why all the secrecy?

Curtis had been at sea for months.

Maybe Mom was a shipmate. So?

Self -fragmentation is a serious offense under U .S. naval law.

As an officer, if Curtis was caught hooking up with an NCO... It could

his career, which might give motive to suicide.

So Curtis's bank statements put him at a bar in King's Cross at 1800 last night.

Staff said he's with two women, both U .S. Navy.

Okay. We'll go talk to his lady friend, Evie D.

Huddle with Doc, see if you can find out cause of death. Hangover.

Oh, you mean the dead guy.

My bad.

Yeah, okay.

Laugh it up, D.

I'm a professional.

Watch and learn.

Hey, you chuck up, you clean up. I'm fine.

Just get on with it. Go easy, Doc.

Evie had a big night.

Trigger, too, by the looks of it.

Evie, Trigger, and Curtis.

Blood alcohol reading, 0 .12.

He's practically pickled.

You know what? I actually have the paperwork I need to do. Well, don't you

to hear the cause of death?

Text me no pics necessary.

Text me it's death.

Her phone's dead.

Multiple fractures and internal trauma caused by impalements on the garden

stake. All consistent with a fall from a significant height.

Yep, that'll do it. Well, except it didn't.

There's hardly any bleeding around the impalement and fracture size.

You thinking his heart stopped pumping before he fell?

I'd stake my life on it, so to speak.

Great, so the dead guy was dead before he went off the overpass. Then there's

the abrasions on his elbows, knees and hips, and I found carpet fibres too, my

guess, if he was dragged post -mortem. So what killed him?

Some arachnoid hemorrhage caused by blunt force trauma to the head. Now, do

see that blue thing in the tray there? Pick it up for me, please.

That is a mould of the depression fracture in Curtis's skull. Match that

will find out.

I don't understand. Did he jump?

We don't think so. So what happened?

Oh, we're looking into it.

How well do you both know Curtis?

Three of us have been tight since basic training. Curtis and I catch up with

Chloe whenever we're in the same time zone.

You're based here, Chloe?

Yes, sir. U .S. Navy Logistics, based out of Sydney, going on two years.

And you were all out together last night?

How'd Curtis seem?

He'd been drinking before he showed up. Didn't slow down once he got there.

He seemed drunk?

More loose, really.

It got a little weird when Chloe suggested he slow down. Then he just

You guys had words?

Not really. I just told him to chill. He got annoyed and left.

You say where he's going?

No. Where best did you go afterwards?

I called it a night.

I put Chloe in a cab, then went bar hopping, had a meal.

With your other shipmates?

No, sir. Just me.

Was Curtis seeing anyone romantically? No. Absolutely not.

I'm pretty sure about that.

I'd have known.

We've been at sea for months.

Then how is it possible he was about to be a father?

Curtis never mentioned that?

Not to me.

No, ma 'am.

He did not.

Thanks for your time.

Are you really buying that Curtis wouldn't have told his best mates that

about to become a dad?

Not even one of them?

What if he didn't have to?

What if one of them already knew?

Really? Both Pia and Chloe are NCOs. I thought you couldn't mess around with an

officer. Trust me, fragmentation rules are the least of their worries.

Well, Curtis is dead, which means Mom's now a single parent.

A good chance you'll need to find someone to take custody while deployed

being discharged.

As in legally hand over custody?

You can't bring a kid on a destroyer, Jen.

Being a single parent with a career in the military, huge decision, huh?

A big call when you're barely out of the gate yourself.

What a chance of getting that one right.

What choice you got?

The hands have been dealt. You work it out.

Besides, I don't think Mom's on the ship.

How do you figure that?

Because we're looking for someone who's at least 35 weeks pregnant.

No, I don't want to buy any.

Sorry. No, I already have some.

I found it under a dead man's fingernails, and I need to know if it's

Yes.

Coffee scrub, honeycomb, rosemary.

Yes, of course. I'm happy to hold.

Thank you, rosemary.

Hey, how'd you go with the white cloth from the overpass? Great. So it's a

cotton canvas, and it was covered in Curtis's DNA.

Could be what the body was dragged in.

What's with all the soap?

So Doc found soap under Curtis' fingernails. Coffee scrub and honeycomb.

Doesn't sound like the issue.

That's what I thought. But then I figured if I could identify the brand

where they stock it, we might be able to work out where else Curtis went last

night. Hello?

Hello?

Hey, drill sergeant.

Fix the doors yet?

Not exactly. Thank you so much.

I'm thinking it might be the software.

And I'm thinking I found out where Curtis lost wash his hands.

AP, we have a warrant. We're coming in.

Whoa. Hell of a venue for a dirty weekend.

Not so dirty now.

You smell bleach?

Yeah. Now I understand a fancy -ass soap.

What kind of 25 -year -old bloke books a place like this?

Been on the ship for months, sleeping with his boys, jammed in like sardines.

My guess is making up for lost time.

Pass me Doc's malt.

Tetris.

D, black light.

Bingo.

I think we just found where Curtis died.

And I reckon our guy was after more than just a dirty weekend.

I guess the answer was no.

Okay, so impact was at the back of the skull.

Yeah, so Curtis fell backward and hit his head there. So was he pushed or

tripped, maybe? I mean, it was pretty sloshed. There's no sign of forced

Most likely the dead guy knew his killer.

Neighbors said they heard a man and a woman arguing around 1930.

Do you reckon she killed him before or after he proposed?

Slow your roll, Constable. Could still be an accident.

Accident or not, someone still threw his body off an overpass.

The question is who.

Alicia and David Williams.

She's a midwife. He's Australian, maybe.

Coincidence? You know how I feel about them.

Speaking of.

Excuse me.

You must be David, right?

That's right.

You guys friends of Alicia's? No, Jim Dempsey, AFP. He's my partner, Special

Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Smells good, mate.

Is there a problem?

We're here to speak to your wife, Alicia.

Everything okay?

Is there somewhere we can chat in private?

Uh, yeah.

And the apartment was only booked in the name of Curtis Lee.

Okay, that makes sense.

Thanks for your time.

Still on the circle of death?

Uh -huh.

What about your computer?

You mean the one I'm about to throw at your head?

Blue?

Yes? Did you get any sleep last night? You want me to put you to sleep forever?

Come on, please.

Hey, whoa, careful.

We have to be nice to machines, you know.

Just in case.

Just in case what? The AI takeover.

Blue's been telling me all about it. Look, I shouldn't even be talking about

this in front of the computer mics, but it's the singularity that we really need

to worry about. You know, the point in time when development in AI will surpass

society's ability to be able to control it, leading to irreversible and

potentially destructive consequences for civilization as we know it. I just want

to check my email.

Oh, that should be fine then.

Your computer's just indexing. It'll take, like, a minute.

But it's been indexing for the last hour. What? Really?

That's weird.

Is yours doing it too? Yeah, mine's the exact same.

Hmm.

That shouldn't be happening.

Sorry about the paint smell. All the other rooms are being napped in by

toddlers. Wow.

It's very yellow.

You sure are prepared.

Well, when you've been waiting as long as we have, you don't mess around.

How far along are you?

35 weeks.

The end's in sight.

And David's the father, obviously.

Something you want to tell me, Dan?

I'm pretty sure Dave's the dad.

We did IVF. It cuts down the margin for error when it comes to who's who, right?

Which clinic was that?

Over fertility in Chatford.

I'm sorry, what's this about?

Do you know who this man is?

Yeah, we know Curtis. He's good mates with the girl that rents out our studio.

What's her name?

Chloe Simpson.

She's US Navy too. Curtis visits whenever he's in town.

Sorry, is this about Chloe or Curtis?

Are they okay?

Chloe's fine.

Okay, thank God.

You'd be worried for a second there. And Curtis?

I'm afraid Curtis is dead.

Oh my God.

Does Chloe know? What happened?

We're still working that out.

We have a few leads though.

I just spoke with him last night.

What about?

He rang me at work.

I'm a midwife.

He was anxious. He wanted advice.

Advice about what?

Police. It's essential to help us understand his headspace.

He just found out that he was going to be a father.

He was freaking out. Did he say who the mother was?

He wouldn't say.

Can you point me to Chloe's room?

Out the back, by the pool.

How you holding up?

Mind if I sit?

I do, actually, ma 'am.

I've told you everything I know.

Yeah, I'm not sure you have, Chloe.

You and Curtis were tight, and I'm having a hard time believing you didn't

who he was seeing.

He wasn't seeing anyone.

I told you already.

I understand the instinct to protect your friend, but it's about more than

now. It's about protecting a baby.

We need to know who Mom is.

I wish I could tell you.

This from the last time Curtis was in town?

When was it taken?

I don't know.

Seven or eight months ago.

We were staying the weekend at Alicia's holiday house.

Was David there?

No, he had to work.

This was eight months ago.

Something like that.

Oh, my God.

Sweetheart.

Are you okay?

Oh, you poor thing.

I'm sorry about Curtis.

Look, I'm sorry, but unless you have any further questions, we're gonna need

some time to process.

I understand Mind if we hold on to this?

Just double -check the chips.

Yep. Yep, that's it. All vehicles through the toll point between those

would obscure the missing plates.

Yeah, go ahead. Okay, how about this?

Curtis visits Sydney eight months ago.

Okay, eh? 35 weeks.

And while he's in town, he has an affair with Alicia.

Alicia gets pregnant by Curtis, but covers by telling David it was a

round of IVF. Then somehow, David finds out, kills Curtis in retribution.

Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

Toll company got what looks like a late model Subaru Forester. No e -tag plates

blacked out, but plenty of room for a body in the back.

David Williams drives a Forester. And I just got CCTV footage of one at a

service station near the overpass, minutes after Curtis fell.

There's still no visual on the driver, though.

Dean, I can go for a little road trip. Check it out. I also need you to go to

Ober's Fertility. Find out if Alicia's baby really is a result of IVF. If it's

okay with you, Cap, how about we divide and conquer?

Divide and conquer?

Yeah. I take Trigger as my liaison.

He is AFP after all. You can take the gas station. I'm sure you can use some

electrolytes and a Slim Jim.

Sure, but the door's still broken, so someone's going to need to stick around.

Well, I thought it was a software issue.

Blue, you can handle that, right?

On it.

Okay. The people have spoken.

Eva gets the car. Trigger and D get IVF.

Trigger. Okay.

Cute.

You guys got to make great parents.

Sounds like I missed a good night.

Been a minute since I had a blowout.

Where'd y 'all end up?

I can't remember much.

Details are a little lazy.

Yeah, I get it. You know, not that it's any of my business.

Evie loves a party. Am I right?

I guess. Damn straight.

That girl can party.

Mm -hmm.

Is this something you and Oscar make?

No, we cool.

We good.

Team dynamics can change when people start to fraternize in new ways.

Not that it's any of my business.

We said that already.

Look, he was a real good friend of mine.

Despite appearances, she's got my back.

And I've got hers.

Deshawn Jackson and Travis Riggs.

Hi. Welcome. Come this way.

It ain't like that.

You owe me, Dee.

Take you back?

I don't miss the reflux, if that's what you're asking.

Yeah, back out of bed too.

Survived on a diet of Vegemite toast for the entire last trimester.

Couldn't keep anything down.

Sucks, huh?

Kids aren't even born yet. She's going to be a solo mum.

How'd you do it?

Listen, Jim, I know you think a lot of me, but it wasn't exactly the Immaculate

Conception.

Trey has a dad.

He just didn't raise him.

Yeah, but you did.

They can't have been easy.

Honestly, I just made it up as I went along.

I wanted to teach him that nowhere worth going is easy, right? And there's never

just one way through something.

I just wanted him to be proud of his mom.

Is that why you joined the Marines?

Besides being able to fly choppers, yeah.

Regular paycheck, free college.

chance to make a difference.

Plus, this way, Trey got to grow up with his grandma's cooking.

Well, having tasted yours, that's one hell of a selling point.

Ow.

Service is sacrifice, Jim.

It's also an honor.

Just like parenthood.

Yeah.

Hey, Cockos.

I've got Alicia's medical records from the short edit. Looks like a successful

round of IVF using Alicia's...

Egg and David's sperm.

There goes that theory.

Looks like.

Alicia's estrogen levels at her last failed round of IVF are completely

inconsistent with the most recent successful one.

So? Hormones fluctuate all the time.

Not so much.

I'd say these records are either a massive clinical error or... They're

fabricated.

Followed the blue Subaru Farsa.

Guess where it led me.

Battery dead. But ten bucks, that's Curtis' find. Why are you so sure?

The same material found on the overpass. It looks like a drop sheet covered in

paint. Wouldn't be yellow paint, would it?

Mm -hmm.

Same colour David painted the nursery.

Yeah, well, I hope he's finished because he's about to be in a world of paint.

We've got matching paint on a drop sheet used to move Curtis's body, David's

car, leaving the crime scene and motive.

You have me a drop sheet.

Good job.

David Williams, it's Special Agent Mackey.

Oh, Chloe.

Where are Chloe and Alicia?

Alicia's got nothing to do with it. We've seen her medical records. We know

truth. She's been through enough. That's not for you to say.

Where is she?

It's on me.

Okay.

There was no other choice.

So you found out Alicia had an affair?

It was carrying Curtis' baby.

Come again?

And then what?

You killed him in a fit of rage, is that it?

What the hell are you talking about?

Where's Chloe?

She find out? You kill her too? Whoa.

Are you insane?

None of that happened. We didn't murder anyone. You just confessed.

No, no, no, no, no. Look, you've got it all wrong. Okay, look, yeah, I'll show

you. Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hands where I can see them!

First trimester.

Second trimester.

Third.

I didn't kill Curtis.

I had no reason to.

Because Alicia isn't pregnant.

We tried everything.

Supplements, diets, acupuncture, IVF.

Before you know it, seven years and nine miscarriages later.

You know, you stop telling people that you're trying, but it doesn't matter

because they've stopped asking.

And your friends are having kids like there's nothing to it.

We've given up all hope.

What was the plan?

Wait for the due date, go down the coast for a few weeks, come back with our

baby.

What baby?

The baby that Chloe's carrying.

Chloe is pregnant.

She's our surrogate.

That's what you were worried about us finding out?

Look, the minimum age here is 25, but in the US it's 21.

She would be a legal surrogate there. Yeah, except we're here, mate.

So you convinced her to have a baby for you? No, she offered.

And we said no multiple times, but she insisted.

And after all the failure, the heartache, everything that Alicia had

through... Chloe's a young woman in a foreign country, and you're her

She was our last chance.

Look, I won't do the time.

But you can't take our baby away from us. Please.

She's our daughter.

Actually, she's not your daughter.

You're not the dad.

Go to this.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I drove Chloe to the clinic myself. I was there. It's our embryo. It's

stuck. Curtis was last in town 35 weeks ago.

What's going to kill her?

What would she kill to hide it?

Alicia was on shift last night, right?

Yeah. Whose car did she take?

Hers is in for a service. She took mine.

You owe me ten bucks.

Phone belongs to Curtis.

Check out the wallpaper.

Mate, it is all about the timing. Chloe had Alicia and David's embryo implanted.

Then Chloe and Curtis have sex within a few days of the implantation. She gets

pregnant to Curtis. Everyone just assumes it's a successful round of IVF.

Still no sign of Alicia and state police are at the IVF clinic.

The doctor confessed to filing all of Chloe's prenatal records under Alicia's

name. They were hiding the illegal services.

Right, so is it just me or is she missing the whole... Well, as per the

Chloe's uterus is retroverted, meaning baby tips backwards, not out. And

with her tall stature, the pregnancy becomes easier to conceal.

That, and you can do a lot with a baggy sweater.

Okay, so Curtis tells Alicia the truth, that the baby she's waiting for isn't

hers. Alicia's rocked, gets upset.

Then angry.

It gets physical.

She pushes him. Curtis is tipsy. He stumbles, hits his head on the table and

dies. Then Alicia freaks out and tries to cover it up. Then hosts a baby shower

the next day. She barely broke a sweat when I interviewed her. Who keeps that

cool? Someone with a plan.

I called the hospital Alicia works at.

No sign of her or Chloe.

Forget this.

The unit manager thought I was calling about the theft of a portable humidity

crib and a stash of oxytocin.

There's the plan.

Alicia's going to induce Chloe.

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, you're doing great.

Honey,

sorry we missed you.

Where are you?

I'm in the car.

Couldn't wait any longer.

We're in labour.

I can't believe we're finally going to meet our baby.

That's great, babe.

I wish I was there with you.

Just let me know what hospital to meet you at.

Hospital? You know we can't do that.

Well, maybe we should.

Just to be safe.

Alicia?

Honey?

I'll call you later.

You get a treat?

Got it. They're heading south near Bundina, about an hour or so away.

Where's your holiday house?

What's going to happen to her?

An innocent man is already dead.

You want to add a mother and baby to that?

No weapons.

It's fine.

Don't say anything.

I'll do the talking. It's fine.

Looks like we missed all the action.

You can't be here. You need to get out.

We're just here to make sure everyone's okay.

I've got her under control.

Baby healthy?

She's perfect.

How's Mom doing?

I'm fine.

How you doing, Chloe? You okay?

Chloe's fine, aren't you, Chloe?

Can I hold her?

We talked about this. It'll only make it harder.

Alicia, it's time to hand baby to mom.

What are you talking about? I am mom.

But you're not.

Because the IVF didn't work and that baby is Chloe and Curtis's, not yours.

We can work it out.

You can adopt her.

You'll be such a good mom.

I'm so sorry.

I was going to tell you.

She already knew.

Didn't you?

Because Curtis told you.

What? Was it when he called you?

Or did he wait until you got to the penthouse?

What is she talking about?

Or maybe you went there to convince him to give him your baby.

You guys argued. You pushed him. Is that how he felt?

I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

He was trying to take her away from me. And I suppose throwing him off an

overpass was an accident too.

I was just trying to protect her.

You were trying to protect yourself.

Hand over the baby, Alicia.

I can't.

She's an innocent child.

She needs to be with someone who can take care of her.

And you won't be able to do that now.

What are you still doing here? Mum and bub are safe, beyond tools.

Nope, not yet.

Those pesky doors aren't opening themselves.

Literally.

It isn't a software issue. When Evie's computer went on the frets, I wondered

maybe the problem is more systemic, so then I went to the server logs and they

are jammed with search requests.

Yeah, cool.

I'm starving.

Sounds like you're on to it. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yep. Bye.

Make sure you eat something.

Both good?

They're gonna keep us in the hospital overnight just to be safe.

She looks just like Curtis.

You've got my number, okay?

Anything you need?

I'm not ready for this.

No one ever is.

But Curtis sure thought you were.

How do I do this on my own?

You're not on your own.

Besides, you've already started.

You've been putting your daughter first this whole time.

Hope you're hungry.

Double pepperoni for Bluebird.

Ah, you Bluebird. Cool costume. You're going to a fancy dress party.

Come on, man. Get him under control.

Hey! Get back!

Don't move!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

You all good?

I'm okay. I'm fine.

I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop them. Hey, you're okay. That's all that matters.

Trig, you good?

Did you catch the pieces?

Any idea what they were looking for?

I think it has something to do with the doors.

The doors? How? Yes.

So, our security system, okay? The logs have been filled with repeated failed

login attempts, object access requests, file directory queries, which means our

servers are just a capacity... In plain English, Blue.

It looks like someone hacked in and was trawling through our internal server

looking for something.

Any idea what?

They were running searches for a ton of different video formats.

So my guess is when they couldn't find what they were looking for remotely,

decided to search the old -fashioned way.