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Let's go!

You Yanks have no hope.

How hard can it be?

Cricket's baseball's slow cousin, right?

USA!

Okay, babe, like we practiced.

Nice firm grip. Don't strangle it.

Didn't I say that on our first date?

You wish. And don't chase the wide balls.

You'll look desperate.

-Yeah, too late. I married you. -Please.

We both know you're batting above your average.

Well, I can't argue with the truth.

Make me proud, Bradman.

Mwah!

No idea who that is.

Take him down, Aussies!

Get in there, come on!

-Focus, babe. Eyes on the ball. -Oh.

All right, you got this.

Yeah! Yeah!

-Yeah! Yeah!

Congrats, mate.

Six and out. Go fetch.

Go and get the ball, mate!

Sorry, babe.

-Ooh, what's...

Matt?

Matt!

Matt!

Would someone call an ambulance?

Matt hated hospitals.

He said he didn't trust a place

that served jelly with meatloaf.

Smart man.

They said his heart's strong.

It's a match for someone who needs a transplant urgently.

I'm not sure I'm ready.

What would Matt want?

He lived to serve.

He wouldn't hesitate.

Uh, just this...this way.

How about a cup of, um, hospital coffee for the road?

Never fails to disappoint.

Do you want a...a cappuccino, flat white?

Full disclosure, I can't tell the difference.

I'm American, so it all tastes the same to me.

It's okay, Agent Mackey. I saw it.

What you're doing here, it...

..it takes a lot of courage.

I don't know about courage.

It feels good knowing that Matt's saving a life.

Even dead, he's still showing me up.

I'm here for the organ transfer.

I just did that with Dr. Wilcox.

Transport for donor ID NSW2615?

Hey, uh, NCIS.

Donor organ as in...

A heart, but...

..I've no idea who Dr. Wilcox is.

-Hey!

Ah!

Stealing a heart. It doesn't make any sense.

We're gonna make this right, I promise.

-Hey, boss.

Our heart thief.

Dr. Lyle Wilcox.

Cardiothoracic surgeon, president of the Medical Board,

ex-president of the Society of Surgeons.

He runs a booming clinic.

So a stand-up citizen steals a heart. Why?

Pfft!

Wilcox is an elite surgeon.

There's no way he's doing this for money.

-Anything?

I'm afraid so.

Hi, munchkins. Daddy's getting a new engine today.

That's the heart recipient, Jonah?

Yeah.

Be good for Nan and Pop.

I love you to the moon and back.

He's already on the operating table.

Pre or post?

Mid. He's on a bypass machine.

-So he's okay for now, right? -I'm afraid not.

His heart is failing beyond the point of no return.

-So how long's he got? -Without the new heart? Pfft!

Four hours tops.

And according to the transplant team,

the longer he's on bypass,

the less likely it is he will survive.

Blue.

Still working on traffic cams

and Dr. Wilcox's phone is off, so I can't trace it.

But I've got something on the heart's transport unit.

-Talk to me. -So the hospital gave me access.

Kinda.

Because the heart's still alive,

the tech streams a ton of data to doctors

in real time, including GPS.

Send the tracker feed to our phones.

-On it. -Okay, D, E, follow the heart.

JD, we'll take Wilcox's house.

See if we can find out why the hell this is happening.

Straight up ahead, two blocks.

Wilcox is running parallel to us.

Come on, people.

Wilcox has pulled into an alleyway.

-Can we cut him off? -Go straight ahead.

Then take a left.

NCIS! Stop!

I only had a few.

You two related?

Mrs. Wilcox, Jim Dempsey again.

When you get this, please call me back.

Wilcox has a wife, kids.

Big home in Coogee.

Why throw all that away?

Maybe he snapped. Pressure got to him.

You're under pressure, you take up golf.

You don't steal a major bodily organ.

Hey, did you find the heart?

No, just the tracker from inside the heart's transport unit.

According to Blue, it's a telemetry unit.

It's what sends the data.

Wilcox must have removed it.

-Used it as a decoy. -Where'd you find it?

With a food delivery guy.

He made a toilet stop

and left his bag unattended.

-Anything else? -Yeah.

Never order with Food Dood.

I don't understand. It was a school sports carnival.

Didn't anybody do a head count?

Well, has anybody gone back and checked?

Uh, sorry. I'm...I'm gonna have to call you back.

Have you found them?

Mrs. Wilcox, Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Where are my children?

Um, we're not here about your children, ma'am.

How long have they been missing?

Since 11:00.

I tried the babysitter, but I can't get on to her.

-What about your husband? -Lyle's not returning my calls.

-He's probably in surgery.

Hello?

I know this must be

really upsetting, Mrs. Wilcox.

-Who is this? -I have Ruby and Ollie.

What have you done with them?

Your kids will be safe,

as long as your husband plays a good game.

You just keep your phone on.

The phone used to call Mrs. Wilcox

was attached to an unknown number.

Can you trace it?

I am performing a malicious call trace now.

-But it will take time. -We don't have time, Blue.

Jonah's only got three hours left.

Why all the questions about my husband?

He stole a donor transplant heart en route today.

He what?

We believe whoever has your kids

forced your husband to do this.

Does your husband owe anyone any money?

Does he gamble?

Has anything happened recently? Anything unusual?

A few months ago,

Lyle came home.

He was really shaken up. Someone...

Someone had accosted him at work. It was about a heart.

Do you have a name?

Meet Gary Simms, aka Simmo.

He attacked Wilcox three months ago in his clinic

after his daughter, Violet,

was taken off the heart transplant list.

Violet was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer two years ago.

She's a patient at St. Christopher's Hospital.

Doctors went in hard with the chemo.

Stopped it in its tracks.

Things were looking good

until she developed side effects from the meds.

What are we talking?

Drug-induced cardiomyopathy.

Her heart was too weak to do its job.

Wouldn't that make her a prime candidate for a new one?

Why was she taken off the list?

We don't know yet. Files are inbound.

Sounds like Simmo's taken matters into his own hands.

Which means somewhere in Sydney,

an off-the-books heart transplant is happening.

Gary Simms, open up!

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Clear!

Clear.

JD?

Whoa.

He's been planning this for months.

He's been stalking the whole family.

Here. Look.

It's a recipient list.

This is how Simmo knew

a compatible heart became available.

He had access to the database?

Letter from Wilcox

telling Simmo his daughter's been taken off

the transplant waiting list.

And the fuse is lit.

Ahh.

Well, that was a textbook incision on that steak.

No sign of post-cut bleeding.

Cause of death?

Blunt force flavor.

Oh! Manner?

Homicide. It was definitely premeditated.

Yeah, well, I was an accessory. I'd do it again, you know.

Mate, the verdict's in.

This was a... This was a lovely date.

Uh, I...I thought...I thought

we weren't calling it a date.

Fine.

A lovely, mutually agreed social autopsy.

I'll toast that.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Very good.

Mm.

You know, uh, I've got a pavlova back at mine

that's begging to be examined.

Oh, fresh cream, passion fruit.

Meringue that'll melt in your mouth.

And I'll even let you take the first bite.

Sorry.

Jim.

Rosie, if you're gonna perform a backyard heart transplant,

where would you do it?

You've been on the turps, mate? It's a bit early, isn't it?

One of Sydney's top heart surgeons

just walked out of a hospital with a donor heart.

Oh, bloody hell.

Uh, well, bare minimum, you'd need

an operating theater, transplant team and...pavlova.

Um, look, it sounds like I'd...I'd better come in, mate.

Bye.

Uh...

Sorry, uh, duty calls.

Yeah.

Well, her stuff's still here.

According to this,

Violet was admitted overnight with abdominal pains.

Excuse me. We're looking for a Violet Simms.

-Uh...room six. -We just came from there.

She might be in the garden. A lot of patients go there.

-Where's that? -Down the corridor, on the left.

-Thank you.

I'mma catch you up.

I'm calling the police.

Do exactly what I tell you and you won't get hurt.

Do what he says.

Let's get prepped. Come on.

Quick. Let's go!

There's always one straggler.

Let's go. Out.

Are you deaf?

No, I hear you. I'm not...

Just, I'm scared.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Keep going.

Wilcox.

Put this on that door. Lock it.

Hey! Hey!

AFP! Stop!

Police! Open the door!

Spray this on the windows.

-Open the door!

Bring me that spray can.

Okay. You're the anesthetist? Dr. Harvey?

-Yep. -Okay.

Don't be nervous, right?

This is just like any other day.

You just take good care of my daughter,

and there'll be no dramas, yeah?

Surgeon, anesthetist. You must be the theater nurse?

Yeah. Deshawn Jackson.

A Yank?

I'm on transfer from

Johns Hopkins Cardiac Transplant Unit, sir.

But you do have operating experience?

Two years in theater.

He's one of our best theater nurses.

I promise to take good care of your daughter, sir.

You have my word.

Okay. Welcome to the team.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Oi! Come on, let's go.

Hey, thanks.

Hope you know what you're doing.

I've been asking myself the same question, D.

Making it up as I go along.

What's it look like?

Hey, D, we're all here on comms.

Two years at Johns Hopkins, eh? You kept that quiet.

Rosie will be your eyes and ears.

You just keep your cover until we know where Wilcox's kids are.

You're armed, right?

No. I had to leave it.

Gotta go.

Uh, just one small problem.

I didn't wanna worry Deshawn,

but I cannot play Nurse Cyrano De Bergerac.

I was a field doctor.

There's no choice, Rosie. You'll have to wing it.

Mate, if it was triage, battle patching, sure,

I could talk him through the bare minimum, but...

..I could wheel in someone

who actually knows what they're talking about,

with real operating expertise.

Okay, we got things a-beepin'.

Okay, the lights are on. That's good. Okay.

Oh, charts.

So, hey, Violet, how are you feeling?

Great. Never better.

You know what's gonna happen today?

Uh...yeah.

You're gonna crack my chest open,

rip out my heart, and then put in someone else's.

Am I missing anything?

No. Sounds about right.

Did you, um... Did you sign a consent form?

My dad has a gun to that surgeon's head

and you're worried about paperwork?

Look, my job is to look after the patient. That's you.

I get what your dad wants. That's pretty clear.

I'm asking what you want.

You're asking me if I want to live?

Good.

Okay. Let's take a beat, Macka.

This is a hospital, not a war zone.

We've got Deshawn in theater scrubs with the jump on Simmo.

Push comes to shove, I vote Deshawn takes him out.

Yeah, after we negotiate, right?

Our job is to talk him down. That is literally my gig.

This is a desperate man

who's kidnapped kids and has hostages at gunpoint.

He's the bad guy. My gig is to make sure we get the bad guy.

Same. But it's about how many bodies we leave in our wake.

You better make some calls, then.

Okay.

Nurse, do you have my cannulas ready?

You right?

Nurse.

Yes, uh, Doc.

My aortic and venous cannulas, where are they?

Coming right up. Man can't have his aortic without his venous.

I know they're around here somewhere.

Uh...uh...

I've got them here, Doctor.

Do I need to remind you both

there is absolutely no room for error here.

No more than I need to remind you, Doctor,

that we're working with half a team.

Well, then you'll need to work twice as hard, won't you?

You heard him. Take the wig off. Put the cap on.

Now.

Well, do we know why Violet

was taken off the recipient list yet?

The cancer returned, and since then,

she's gone 10 rounds of Muhammad Ali nonstop chemo.

What? While getting a transplant?

Yeah.

-Sorry, I just gotta...

You know, not everyone can pull off the bald look.

Believe me, you don't want to see this without hair.

I look like a thumb with eyes.

Serious, I look like a whale's nipple.

But you, on the other hand...

We'll just get you here.

Got it?

Totally pulling it off.

You look great, kid.

What was their name?

Who?

The person who was supposed to, you know, get the heart.

A guy called Jonah.

Does he have kids?

Two.

Well, I'm sure he'll stay at the top of the list

for the next one, then.

It's a little too late for that now.

He's already on a bypass. There's no going back for him.

Your dad didn't tell you, huh?

He...he said no one would get hurt.

Look, kid.

There's always a cost.

The heart that goes into you

means it doesn't go into someone else.

Let's get you ready.

There you go. Now...

..this is linked directly through to Deshawn's earwig.

Okay, Deshawn, it's Nia here.

I need you to read me violet's stats,

starting with blood pressure.

Just call it BP.

Okay.

We've got BP at 120 over 80.

Oxygen sats?

Oxygen sats.

It'll be on a monitor next to the bed.

Oxygen sats...

98.

-What are you doing?

Well, just doing my job.

What, stating the obvious?

In my game, you don't get what you expect.

You get what you inspect.

This is me inspecting the patient's stats and sats.

And?

Just say she's stable.

She's stable, considering her condition.

-Keep her that way. -That's the plan.

What do you reckon, V?

Pretty solid, this bloke? Maybe play forward pocket?

Pretty small forward pocket.

Okay, Deshawn, I need more details on Violet's bloods.

Hemoglobin and white cell count.

Um...bloods, bloods, checking the bloods.

Hemoglobin count is 73. White blood cell count of 4.

Say again?

Just double-checking you heard that, Doc.

We've got a hemoglobin count of 73.

White blood cell count of 4.

Yes, I've read the chart.

Then we're all good.

We're so not good.

What can I do?

Double ristretto stat.

I need to make a call.

Doctor, I need to talk to you

about Violet's white blood cell count.

I'm a cop.

Look.

My team's out looking for your kids as we speak.

Well, I don't need a cop.

I need someone who knows their way around an operating theater.

Or I'll never see my kids again.

I'm just on hold with the Staties.

Someone saw Wilcox's kids get taken away in a white hatchback.

-You get the plates? -No.

But I've contacted the school.

We're running through their pick-up registry,

cross-referencing with white hatchbacks.

JD. I sent you a number for Mr. Simms' burner phone.

-Get it? -Got it.

If he's not picking up, he's not leaving us any choice.

Trigger, find Wilcox's kids.

We do that, we remove Simmo's leverage.

D, we're heading your way.

Can I confirm you've been fasting?

You've had nothing to eat or drink in the last six hours?

I ate... I ate some rice custard.

You what?!

How long ago?

A...few hours.

We spoke about this. You knew you had to fast.

Anything else?

Some toast.

OJ.

We have one shot at this.

The nurse brought in the tray. I was hungry, I wasn't thinking.

You asked me to look after your daughter.

I don't think we should go ahead with this.

Absolutely. Anything in the stomach presents a major risk.

It's fine.

Couple of mouthfuls of toast

won't make a difference.

Doctor...

We do rapid-sequence inductions

in emergency surgeries all the time.

It could cause pulmonary aspiration.

It could cause pulmonary aspiration.

In which case,

we will apply pressure to the cricoid cartilage

to occlude the esophagus!

There's no reason to stop now.

What do you want to do, Violet?

I just want this to be over.

All right, let's go.

Vital signs stable. BP - 138 over 90.

Oxygen sats - 98%.

Instruments ready and sterile.

Um...chart's verified.

-Testing saw.

Hey, it's all right.

It's gonna be over soon.

Love you.

Blood type confirmed. Uh, four packed cells in the fridge.

Patient stable. All checks complete.

-Preparing for induction now.

What?

Simmo, my name is Jim Dempsey.

I'm a negotiator with the AFP.

How are you going in there?

I'm not here to negotiate.

Okay? I'm tired of people telling me how things are run.

Hey, I've had it for years.

I'm running things now.

Oh, you know it's not that simple, mate.

Why not?

Because you've got innocent people

at gunpoint, for starters.

Yeah, and they're all gonna be fine

if you just let me get on with it, okay?

I don't wanna talk deals.

I don't... I don't want any pizzas.

I don't want a chopper. I just want to get this over with.

Hey, I hear you, mate, okay?

Let me do my job.

I just need to know that everyone's okay in there.

Mate, everyone is fighting fit, okay, except my daughter.

That's why I'm here!

You know what? I have a kid myself.

Spare me the rapport-building, will you?

You know, if I was gonna do that,

I'd tell you that I backed the Swannies

to win the final this year,

but I'd be lying to you.

I'm a Giants fan through and through.

Then you're deluded.

Mate, you sound like a decent bloke.

But there are two children locked up somewhere,

scared for their lives right now.

Now, you tell me where they are, I'll try to buy you some time.

I need your help here, mate.

They're gonna kill you otherwise.

Kill me, and you'll never find the doctor's kids.

Listen to me.

They start launching gas in there,

this is gonna go pear-shaped.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS. I need to speak with your boss.

-That's me, ma'am. -Okay, great.

Just wanna check you're good with breaching the UN protocols

on gassing friendlies?

Come again?

My guy's in there. US Federal Agent.

Just wanna be sure you've run that up the flagpole.

I don't want anyone's ass hanging out on this one.

Article 13B, subsection 9.

Article 13B, subsection 9?

Keep us informed. Thanks.

Evie, you got a sec?

For you? No.

This guy's a legend.

Tactical Response begs to differ.

Well, he raised over three million bucks

for his own charity.

Yeah, for before or after

he locked two kids in a basement?

See, I don't think he did.

I mean, why call their mum?

What if he was just trying to put her at ease?

Why would he do that?

Because he's not the bad guy we think he is.

I'm telling you, he's not gonna hurt those kids.

He's just trying to save his own.

And he needs someone to babysit while he does.

Does the babysitter drive a white hatchback?

-That's right. -With me.

What are you doing now?

We're preparing the sedatives.

In a moment, you'll go to sleep,

and you'll get your new heart.

It's not my heart, though, is it?

No, no.

That's your heart right there. That's yours.

What about the guy whose heart you stole?

You tell her that?

She asked. I wasn't gonna lie.

It's his heart, Dad.

Not mine. He should get it.

No, you were in line before him, okay?

So why should he get it and not you?

Because he'll get to use it longer than me.

-No. -You know that.

-No, no, no. -This whole thing, Dad.

It's just a gamble, and I'm not a good bet.

You are.

He took me off the transplant list for a reason.

Why? Why did you take me off the list?

He took me off because there's no guarantee

I'm gonna beat the cancer, good heart or not.

Sweetheart, I know this is scary, okay?

I get it. I get it.

But you've beat it before and you'll beat it again.

But you just can't do that with a dodgy heart, okay?

And...and the best thing is once that new heart's in you,

no one can take it away from you.

Dad!

Enough!

We're gonna to do this, okay?

We...we...stick to the game plan, all right?

-What do you always say? -No.

When we're losing a game. Come on.

-No. -Don't be a sore loser.

Just take it on the chin.

And...and what do I say

when you're down in the...

..in the third quarter?

What do I say?

It's not over until the final siren.

There, that's my girl.

Okay, good, good.

I love you. We're...we're doing this.

Put it on.

Put it on!

Do it!

Hear all that?

What's the play?

Jonah has one hour left.

His chances of successfully receiving that heart

are dropping by the minute.

It's not like there's another option.

There is, actually.

D, you're not seriously suggesting

we let the operation go ahead?

That is insane.

Is it?

We're looking at a situation where no one gets the heart.

Not Jonah. Not Violet.

Time to call the ball, Macka.

Call it off!

I've just heard back from the path lab.

All of Violet's transfusions

have resulted in a massive spike in antibodies.

They'll attack the donor heart before it even starts beating.

Say again?

The heart won't save her.

It'll kill her.

Babysitter, two o'clock.

D, we've got the kids.

Let him go! Let him go!

We're doing this. I'm getting my kids back.

It's okay. They're safe. We got 'em.

No, no, no. Don't listen to him. He's lying.

Names are Ruby and Ollie.

He's lying.

I may have lied on my CV.

Hi, Daddy!

Ruby, Ollie, you okay?

We're okay.

Dr. Wilcox?

It's Constable Cooper here.

Simmo paid the babysitter $5,000

to turn off her phone and take care of the kids.

Oh, thank God you're safe. I love you.

I love you so much.

-Oh! -You, get there.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Get down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pick up the scalpel and...and we're doing this.

-No. -Pick it up! Now!

-It's over, man. -No!

-It's not. It's not over. -It's...it's...

All the transfusions. All the chemo.

Her body's gonna reject the heart.

No. You're lying.

No.

If you go through with this,

Violet doesn't wake up.

She doesn't wake up.

He's right, Simmo.

No. No.

The heart isn't gonna save her.

It's gonna kill her.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Friendly! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot. Friendly!

Opening the door! Friendly.

Police! Police! Hands in the air!

Well, I reckon you make a very good Cyrano.

With a better nose, mind you.

Yeah, well, you make a semi-decent ristretto.

Go well with a little pavlova.

Mmm. Mm.

Just on the, um, pavlova...thing.

What pavlova thing?

What...we were talking about earlier.

Pavlova.

The meringue-based dessert?

-Pavlova? -Yeah.

Mm.

I would love...

..to have some of your pavlova.

Righto.

Mm.

Got you dinner.

Yeah!

What's left of it.

Come on. I only had a few.

Hey, D.

Got a visitor.

Violet.

Hey.

You okay? Sit right here. Come on.

Thanks.

I got it. Don't worry.

You come from the court hearing?

Yeah.

It's been a big day.

The judge is gonna sentence Dad tomorrow.

The lawyers reckon he's got a pretty good chance

of being granted supervised compassionate leave.

So have to wear an ankle bracelet, but...

But he gets to hang out with you.

Those letters of support you wrote really helped.

The guy who... who got the heart...

He's doing well.

What?

Signed by the Swannies.

Wow. All women?

It's a women's team.

What are you trying to say?

I gotta join a girls' club

'cause I'm not tall enough for the guys?

What does a small forward pocket do, anyway?

Apart from being a short-ass?

Well, you gotta be fast.

And mobile, and...

..I guess you kind of look for opportunities

to put other people into space.

I'm starving. You fancy a burger?

Is it all right if we just stay here for a bit?

Look at the lights?

Yeah. All good with me, kiddo.