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IED in a living room.

Stuff everywhere. It'd be a punish for a
bot.

State cops.

It's not there.

Before they worked out at Commonwealth
Land and called us.

Looked self -contained.

Go in, you keep.

Let's have some fun.

Maybe I'll move my mother -in -law in
here.

With or without the IED?

Either way. All right.

Get it done, guys. In and out.

That's hot.

Got the debt.

Boss, we right to clear this?

You sure that's it?

Yeah, there's nothing else that can hurt
us.

All right, clear it.

What's happening?

Just a fried circuit.

Damn, almost soiled the suit.

Again?

We're good.

Copy that. Standing in the closes.

Get a debrief done and that's lunch on
me.

Get a wriggle on?

Might as well make the Macca's breakfast
menu.

Missed out on all the fun, as usual.

Someone kill that thing, would ya?

What the hell was that?

Just an old fire alarm, Skip.

We're good.

What the... Lost one bull?

Might have was.

Hey!

Knock it off, you lot!

He does it, Kai.

Ta -da.

How about we, uh, up the stakes?

Seriously, mate? Free card, won't you?

You know he's hustling you, right?

Please. Do y 'all know who you're
dealing with? A sap? A schmuck? A

man that sees what others don't. That's
what makes me a good cop. It makes you

delusional. Oh, yeah?

Well, how about you open your eyes, easy
wonder?

Check out the card on the right.

Notice anything unique about it?

Corner's bent. It's the eighth.

Now light him up, T -Dog. Show Papa D
that eighth.

Mm -hmm.

Oh!

Look, D. It's a spirit animal.

But the corner is deliberately bent.

Tricks you into thinking you've out
-hustled the hustler.

Specifically designed for people who
think they're the smartest in the room.

Oh, snap.

Ouch. Shovel or nothing?

Oh, I meant to ask, how'd the post
-breaking audit go?

The flyaway team from Singapore
concluded that nothing had been stolen

systems don't seem to be compromised.

Although, blue is being blue.

Alright, do you want me to put out a
bolo for two sad -looking blokes in

clubs?

I mean, after all that, they're left
empty -handed, right?

About that.

What the hell happened? I said it was
clear.

They're all gone.

What do you mean?

Send me the address.

What's going on?

It's your old teammate.

I mean, he did.

I'll get my kit.

Where we at?

Structure's clear. The DVI team's
located all the bodies.

Rory, sorry to meet you under these
circumstances.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

Here to help any way we can. What do we
know?

Earlier this morning, local cops
received an anonymous tip about a bomb

property. We rolled in, disarmed it, and
the team went in for debrief.

You sent the team in before it was
clear?

What was the second device?

We don't know yet, but moments before it
blew, the dogs reacted to something.

Reacted to what? It was a high -pitched
sound, seconds before detonation.

Mind if I take a look?

We're at your disposal, mate.

Anything you need?

How about a one -way trip to Uluwatu?

About time.

I asked for an assistant an hour ago.

I think you've got me mixed up with
someone else.

Why? Who are you?

I am NCIS forensic pathologist Dr Royce
Benrose.

Oh, and I'm sure your mother's very
proud.

You search for limbs, I'll deal with the
intact bodies.

Just try not to stomp all over them,
yeah?

Marco was my number two before I was
benched.

I just had a second kid.

Need a moment?

I'll bring him back.

I'll leave you to it.

How is any of this still standing?

The blast was mostly shrapnel.

Take a look at the bolts and screws in
the wall.

The bomber didn't want to destroy
property. He wanted to take lives.

So why target an abandoned building?

Are you going to kill vagrants and
vandals?

Sure, until someone makes an anonymous
call. And then you get a room full of

bomb techs.

So first device lures them in, second
takes them out.

Yeah, with five -inch bolts, travelling
3 ,000 feet per second.

The bomber glued them to the back of the
ply and then sealed the fireplace with

it. That was the second device?

Blast seat, yeah. The bomber rigged it
as a shape charge.

Enhanced explosion.

Concentrate the blast towards his
victim.

Farmer knew what he was doing.

He's got a QR code.

This is just the start.

Strikeforce name is Lone Wolf.

You'll be operating with full counter
-terrorism powers.

Now, won't you take a look at something?

That is the bomber trying to get inside
our heads. With every tick of that

clock, he's trying to rattle us and make
us slip up.

But that is not going to happen. And do
you know why?

Because we are going to put all our
focus here.

We're going to think about them, about
their families, their loved ones, their

kids. And what kind of hell they're
going through right now.

And then we are going to go out and nail
this bastard to the wall.

Now go.

Sign -off came through from Canberra.

NCIS will augment the AFP strike force.

What do you need?

Start with a list of potential targets.

Focus on public events within our four
-hour window.

That's not what he's after.

You want mass casualties, you don't
leave a bomb in an abandoned house.

You don't leave a countdown.

What is he after, then?

Take a look.

It's all a big game to him. We're
playing right into his hands.

I'll be sure to pass that on to the
replacement team en route from

Let me brief them.

Trigger. I've been there, I've done it
before.

I can work with them. They're a stand
-alone unit. They'll be fine on their

He's a bomb tech.

One of the best.

Your word's not mine.

Yeah, that's why I need him here.

Sift through bomb componentry, find this
guy's signature, get me an ID.

Got it.

You sent Trigger my way, mate.

Said he needed help.

That was enough for me. I didn't ask any
questions, but I'm asking now.

You know I brought Trigger with me from
the state cops.

Yeah, pulled him into the bomb squad. So
what's the issue?

There was an incident.

The kind that gets you sent to the sixth
floor for a psych eval.

What happened?

They were concerned that he may have a
suboptimal self -preservation reflex.

The hell does that mean?

It's shrink -speak for death wish.

You don't put people like that around
things, they go boom.

Yes, Commissioner.

Grants us access to all AFP leads in
real time, including this.

Analysis of the explosive residue.

Ammonium nitrate and diesel.

And fire.

Correct. Trouble is, diesel isn't
traceable, and the ammonium nitrate

match to any commercially available
product.

Which means... It's homemade.

Our bomber has a chemistry degree.

But you've still got to get your hands
on it.

It's easier to get tickets to the MCG on
grand final day than a pallet of

ammonium nitrate. So where to get it?

There was a theft from a Sydney chemical
company two weeks ago.

How much was taken?

150 kilograms.

Trigger reckons the amount used in the
house explosion was about 5 to 10 kilos

max. So there's 140 kilos still out
there? Enough to crater the Sydney Opera

House.

It says here the burglar used two small
charges to break into the warehouse. The

first knocked out power, including CCTV.

And the second was used to gain access
to the storage area.

No, that can't be right.

the security panel would only disable
the system. It wouldn't open the door.

Blue, liaise with AFP. See if you can
get access to the warehouse security

server. And find out how they really got
in on it.

Hey.

What you looking for?

Dead codes, componentry.

Some bomb makers leave a signature.

Can we help?

Sure. Go study bomb making for a couple
of years and then report back.

Trigger.

Give us another job.

Only way of getting rid of us.

Yeah, I'm starting to see that.

Forensics pulled this from the wall.

A camera.

You think our bomber was watching?

Probably how he knew when to detonate.

That, and he gets to see his handiwork
in action, which means it was running a

feed. Well, maybe we can find out where
it was transmitting to.

Track the feed, find the bomber.

Guess you've got something to do then.

Do you mind not doing that?

Why?

You think you're the only Marty Robbins
fan around here? It's not your fandom

I'm objecting to.

It's the backing vocals.

What? You don't like my singing?

Is that what it was?

Oh, God.

A real charmer you are. I thought a cat
was being tortured.

Funny because you seem more the animal
harming type.

Oh, great.

With animals.

Evidently better than people.

Filled with fear.

The only sound within the room is the
falling

of each tear. Oh, come on, really?

Marty is a solo actor.

Fine.

No berry flow tomorrow, but they're
hanging me tonight.

They're hanging me tonight.

Tonight cannot come soon enough.

Oh, good taste finally prevailed, did
it?

Hello, mate.

I'm collecting any foreign bodies
removed from the victims.

Here we go.

Nuts and bolts, mostly, but have found
some circuitry and wiring.

I remember this.

Car bombing on Mitchell Street, right?

Yeah.

Two years ago, the detonator relied on a
sub -auditory frequency triggered by

that. And now, Doc found this.

Same mode of detonation.

Are you saying the bombings are linked?

I'm saying it's the same bomber.

We need to tell the others.

What?

you already had this file?

I was a part of the original
investigation.

In what capacity?

One of the victims was my fiancé.

I just got to the bus stop now.

I slept through my alarm.

Not really.

I haven't thought that far ahead.

Okay, sure.

I didn't know that you could cook that.

Actually, I didn't know that you could
cook at all.

I'm joking. I am joking, of course.
Coffee counts.

If you've made it, Trav, then I'm going
to love it.

Or I'm going to order takeaway.

I've got to go, babe.

Yes. Yes. Okay. I love you. We'll go
over our vows tonight.

Okay. Okay. I love you. I love you. Bye.

Hey, little guy.

What's got you all riled up?

Two years ago next month.

Four wounded and three dead.

The bomber used the same ANFO mix as
today.

The devices used in both bombings were
detonated via a sub -audible frequency.

It's picked up by a receiver which then
detonates the explosives.

Why the extra degree of difficulty?

This was Colin, Corrin. He wants us to
know it's him.

Who was the original target?

There was an Islamic school nearby.

It was damaged, but no one claimed it.

How did that connect to an attack on
five bomb techs? It doesn't.

Trigger.

Got a minute?

Is this where you tell me that I'm too
close to the case?

It's not really how I roll.

But I am asking if you're okay.

No, I'm not.

Good.

Good.

I'd be worried if you were.

So, now the welfare check's out of the
way, what's our next move, soldier?

Well, there's a guy, Carl Haddon.

They lived across the street from the
bus stop.

shrapnel from the blast severed his
spinal cord. He spent months in a coma.

So he saw the bomb?

Fleetingly. His recollection was
scrambled by the bomb.

He gets images, but they're fuzzy.

Are you still in contact?

Yeah, I swing by from time to time, make
sure he's okay.

Swing by today.

Far as we know, he's the only person
who's ever seen the bomber, which makes

them our best lead.

Take Evie with you.

Got you something?

It's warm.

I read somewhere you're supposed to
offer food when someone needs consoling.

So you got me a danger bath.

It's for Sean's.

He won't miss it.

Not looking too dangerous.

We good?

Is that where?

100.

Well, it's good to see you, bro.

Hey, you're looking good, mate. How's
the rehab?

Oh, you know.

Took some steps the other day without
using the rail.

There you go.

Killing it.

Still, I guess you're not here to
discuss rehab.

Is this?

This is Evie. She's a friend. Colleague.

I'm a constable with the AFP.

Evie Cooper.

Um, there was another bombing, Kyle.

I saw it on the news.

Do you think it's the same guy?

No, it could be.

Last time I dropped by, you said you
were getting bits of memory back.

Just flashes.

Like what?

I don't know.

Like... the bodies.

And the smell.

Look, I know it's tough, mate, but I'm
gonna need you to dig deep here, okay?

Say anything else you can remember.

Even the smallest detail.

Travis mentioned that you saw the
bomber.

Not really.

I was riding home on my bike, about to
head inside, and I see the dude parked

the bus zone.

Parking the car that blew up.

I remember thinking he was going to get
a ticket.

The parking cops were out and he was
going to get done.

You saw his face?

Barely. A few seconds later, everything
went white.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

Take us back to those few seconds
beforehand.

Maybe close your eyes.

How tall is he?

Is he similar to you?

Yeah, I guess.

How about his build?

Short, medium, stocky?

Kind of normal.

What about his hair?

Cold thing.

I'm trying.

You said that you could see him. It
changes. I don't know if it's my mind

playing tricks or...

I'm

sorry, Trev.

Honestly, man, I'm so sorry.

He wants to help.

He can't think clearly with you here.

So, in the nicest possible way, take a
hike, bud.

Ouch.

Uh, look, mate, I'm sorry. It's just,
uh... Charlotte?

I get it.

Well, I'm gonna head out, but Amy's
gonna stay and ask a few more questions.

My nan reckons you should never have a
hard conversation without a cup of tea.

Then we can work through this together.

I don't know if I'm going to be much
help.

No, that's okay.

But we do this in your own time.

No rush.

Told you it was too gloomy in here for a
wedding.

What, barefoot on the beach would have
been better?

No, you're right. Why fill the sun and
sand when you can have bad lighting and

religious guilt?

You said yes, remember?

It's because you lost.

Yeah, it didn't help when I wanted that
Harley.

Because I prefer you with all of your
limbs intact?

It meant so much to you to get married
where all of your cop buddies did.

I would have been married by almost in a
casino if it meant I could spend the

rest of my life with you.

I hate to break it to you, Trav, but
Alyssa's left the building.

What's with the one -way trip to
Uluwatu?

Is there some kind of bro code?

It started maybe 20 years ago on a surf
trip to Indo.

I just finished my first year of
teaching and Rory was a wet -behind -the

probationary constable.

The tour boat dropped us at a reef break
off Uluwatu.

It was just me and Rory and the most
incredible right -handy you've ever seen

your life.

And we just surfed that all morning.

By the early Arvo, we were cooked.

So we just waited for the boat to
return.

Except it never did.

So what did you do?

We just hang on our boards and hope the
boat returns, or... Or try and paddle

back.

Yeah, we were just dumb kids, you know.

Yo, take a look.

So, I had Blue run a trace on the
keyhole can that we found at the blast

Linked to an IP address and a phone from
a car parked a block away from the

crime scene.

Can we trace the phone? No. It's only on
for a total of 15 minutes. But, we can

trace this.

Gray Commodore.

License plate J -Y -S -9 -2 -X -8.

Registered to an Ilana Connell. Address?
Our registration links it to a public

housing block in Waterloo.

Yeah, yeah a little deja vu

Bring

the

big kid

Take a photo. It lasts longer.

Do you own a grey Commodore?

I wish.

Five litre V8, mind you. Not your
gutless six.

What type of car do you own?

I don't. I lost my licence years ago. No
one told me.

Codeine and whiskey done mix.

Something tells me she's not our guy.

You think?

But the bomber sent us here.

Why? Anyway, I was wondering when you
blokes would turn up.

What are you talking about?

Package delivered early today. No return
address.

Oh, there was a note.

What note?

Yeah.

We're negative for metal and chemical
traces.

No way this little guy's going to blow.

As we expected, car rego was fake. The
bomber must have hacked his way into the

transport authority.

To send us here.

Big ears must be some kind of message.

So what's the message?

Your guess is as good as mine.

This apartment must mean something to
the bomber or it wouldn't have gone to

this trouble.

Must have meant something to you too,
mate.

What was that deja vu all about?

What are they ever about?

Yes, ma 'am.

Uh, yeah, it is. The bomber is messing
with it. It's, uh... Wanna talk about

elephant in the room?

Which one?

The one Rory's riding while he holds out
on us.

Hey, Sarge.

Dee, I need a deep dive in all past
tenants at our current address.

You got it.

Look, I don't want you to worry about
the bomber, yeah?

I just want to talk about the day
itself.

Like...

What was the weather that day?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Okay.

Is there anything you do remember?

Seagulls.

Remember they were fighting over a piece
of silky bread? It was going crazy.

I've forgotten that till this moment.

It's funny what comes back when you
don't push it.

I can see why Travis likes it.

What makes you say that?

Noah Hardy took the loss of his fiancee,
Charlotte.

Glad he's finally moving on.

What, with me?

Well, that car bomb really messed you
up, didn't it?

Sorry I do that. I didn't mean to offend
you. No.

I just had one of my flashes.

Of the bomber?

I could see his face.

Evie? Blue.

I'm with Kyle. I need you to run an e
-fit.

Okay.

I can stream it to your tablet.

I'm going to give you this.

Hello?

Hello. It's Kyle, isn't it?

My name's Blue. I'm going to try and
help you by getting a sketch of the guy

that you saw.

Okay, Kyle.

Shoot me.

Yeah, that's right.

12 -24.

Hill Street, Waterloo.

Sure, I'll hold.

What are you doing?

Farmer sent the team to a random
apartment.

J .D. wants me to chase up the past
tenants.

The man you want is Jason Wright.

How do you know?

Because that's the apartment where I
shot him.

Before AFP, I was with the state cops as
part of tactical response.

My first warrant drop was ten years ago.
An armed robber named Jason Wright.

Wright was wanted for shooting and
killing a cop during a bank job. Intel

he was armed.

That's the same apartment the bomber
sent us to.

Wright was on the couch.

He reached for a gun. I fired two shots
and he died instantly.

Rory was your team leader, right?

Yeah. Why keep that to himself?

I don't know. Ask him. We did everything
by the book.

The bomber left a toy elephant at the
site of the shooting with a note, said

were getting warmer.

Does that mean anything to you?

Wright had a son.

He was there in the apartment when his
dad got shot.

The poor kid had to walk past a dead
body on his way out.

Timothy James Wright.

Mother Lucy Wright died when he was
eight years old. Drug overdose.

After his dad's death, it said Tim
became a warden of the state.

Where is he now?

Nothing on file.

Looks like he slipped off the radar.

That's because he's a bummer.

His face was kind of less round, sort of
more narrow.

More narrow.

Okie dokie.

Hairline was further back.

I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm being
much help.

No, you're doing great.

So what happens now?

So I'll run generative AI and that will
take what you've given me and give us a

more lifelike composite.

I need a minute.

Yeah, of course.

Blue, how long?

Two shakes of a ram's quail.

Okay, here we go.

That is our bomber.

I'm panning, isn't it?

Evie? Evie can't come to the phone right
now.

Evie?

Evie? Evie?

Claire? Claire?

Claire?

It's Evie's. Where would Carl be taking
her? Why take her at all? I don't get

it.

Was Carl faking it this whole time?

No, I was there at the aftermath of the
car bomb. I saw his wounds.

So he was injured by his own bomb?

Yeah, because he likes to watch.

Though maybe he got too close.

He hid his recovery from me.

They don't know you've seen me. What are
you talking about? The apartment.

Jason Wright, his son.

Huh?

Look, I thought it was a coincidence.
Oh, coincidence, my ass, mate. You've

withholding this whole time. We could
have had Kyle hours ago. Now he has

and that's on you.

Go for trigger.

Hello, Travis.

Evie says hi.

I swear to God, you lay a hand on her. I
know.

I know.

You won't rest until you've run me down.

Right now, Evie's welfare depends
entirely on what you do next. So, listen

carefully.

First comes on the grid with a driver's
license four years ago. Before that,

nothing. Okay, so we change his name.
Tim Wright becomes Carl Haddon. So what?

Yeah, we still don't know what his game
is. If he's got a plan or if it's all

just random.

I don't think it is.

I ran title deeds on the abandoned house
that blew.

It's Connell's first foster home. So
it's all personal.

Trigger's old crew. The bus stopped
bombing.

Charlotte wasn't just a random victim.
She was the target.

This has all been about revenge on the
person that killed his dad.

Where is Trigger?

I see you've made a full recovery.

What can I say?

It's a miracle.

Came alone like you asked.

Where is she?

Trigger.

Evie.

That collar was meant for you, Travis.

Looks just as good on her.

Don't you think?

Trigger's phone's off.

Car's gone too.

Senior Councilman Travis Riggs, by
native location.

Every camera in the city.

Kyle takes Evie to flush out Trigger. It
makes sense.

Okay, so we find Trigger, rescue Evie.
As long as we do it in 12 minutes or

less.

Talk to me, Blue.

Kyle is telling us a story.

An innocent boy, Tim Wright, loses his
dad and enters the system where he's

transformed into Kyle Haddon. Our bomber
with a grudge.

He fled his past and now he's literally
blowing it up.

Okay, so Kyle led us to the apartment
where his dad died. And his first foster

home before that.

Which are both Tim Wright locations.

So if this is a story of reinvention,
when did Tim Wright become Kyle Haddon?

the boys' home that he ran away from.

I'm sending the address to your phones.

They moved me back here right after the
foster homes didn't work out.

That was my bed right over there.

You know what they gave us when we
arrived?

A toothbrush and a stuffed toy.

And they turned out the lights.

You okay?

It's not the worst fashion choice I've
ever made.

But it's up there.

It takes a special woman to laugh in the
face of death, Travis.

I'm impressed.

I mean, she's no Charlotte, but Vegas
can't be choosers, can it?

You got me here.

Now let her go. But I don't want just
you, Travis.

I want to take from you what you took
from me.

I want to destroy...

Everything that you care about.

Your dad killed a cop.

I was just doing my job.

I didn't think anything could be worse
than that day.

But I was wrong.

Every day, it got worse. And all of that
is on you.

Your dad was going to shoot us. With
what?

That .38 they found on him.

My dad only ever carried a pistol. That
revolver wasn't his.

So I'm going to try this one more time.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun. You know that.

Again.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun.

What was he reaching for, Travis?

His gun, you psycho son of a bitch.

He's stealing time.

One last try.

What do you say?

What do you want me to say? Your dad was
reaching for a gun. Did you see it?

The gun he was reaching for.

Did you see it, Travis?

Oh,

yeah, that's right.

You shot an unarmed man that day.

Yes, you did.

You created an orphan that day too.

Now that orphan's going to return the
favor.

You better

get to work, Travis.

Otherwise, you'll be pulling a pretty
little head out of the ceiling.