All language subtitles for Ncis.sydney.S03E15 The Collective

I love you too, baby.

That was my son.

I have evidence of
an American war crime.

Heroin.

He took orders from a man
they called Ghost.

He walked through the rubble.

Executing the survivors.

He used one of the Australian's
body cams to record it.

It's a kill list.

I've made a copy of the SD card.

Anything happens to me,
the footage goes viral.

I think I worked out
who put you on a kill list.

We did.

The break-in at HQ,
they took my photo of Trey.

What are we gonna do about it?

He's going to fly out.

Sounds good.
Santa got you Tyler the Tiger?

He roars when you pat him?

I can't wait.

In two more weeks,
it's you and me, buddy.

Yeah.

The missing Marines. We found 'em.

Buddy, I gotta go. I love you.

ISR has them on the move. They're alive.

Captured?

Negative.

Recon drones spotted our boys only.

Few clicks inside the
Pakistan border. Waziristan.

The Tribal Areas? What the hell
are they doing out there?

Let's go ask 'em.

Control, this is Striker-1.

Ready for departure. Over.

Striker-1, hold.

Negative.
Clearance has not been received.

So expedite it.

This is a priority mission,

Stand down, Striker-1.
Mission is scrubbed.

Yeah, we got three Marines

in one of the most lawless
zip codes on the planet.

We don't get 'em out,
they're not getting out.

I say again, Striker-1, stand down.

And I say again, we don't
move now, they die. Over.

Striker-1, we are no go.
You are ordered to stand d...

Anyone wants out, say the word.

- Oorah.
- Oorah.

Pak border, 30 seconds inbound.

Now entering the Tribals.
Coming up on the pin.

Got 'em.

Corporal Hanley?

You boys are hard to find.

Hey, hey, friendly.

I'm a US Marine.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?
Rescuing your sorry asses.

- Who gave the order?
- What?

- Are you Pagoda?
- Am I what?

- Who sent you?
- No one!

We're not supposed to be here.

Our orders were to stand down.

But hey, if you want to
spend the foreseeable

strapped to a car battery
in a cave, be my guest.

Ready for what you're
flying into, Corporal?

Gonna be a lot of people with
a lot of questions.

Might wanna keep the part

where you pull the gun on me
to yourself.

We just...

We weren't sure who you were, ma'am.

Thought the Huey might
have been a giveaway.

I don't know.

The whole thing's upside down.

How'd you boys get so lost, anyway?

You did get lost, right?

Incoming! Three o'clock, low!

Blow chaff and flares.

Second RPG, hard left.
Brace, brace, brace!

Son of a bitch! I've lost yaw!

Striker-1! We are going down!

Mayday! Striker-1, going down.
Brace, brace, brace!

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.MY-SUBS.com

And I'll be there when you land.

And I'll be following you
on Flight Visor.

And you better be wearing
your compression socks.

No, I'm not gonna
wear my compression socks.

- Okay. Love you.
- I love you, Mom.

- Okay, love you. Bye. Bye.
- All right. Bye.

Love you. Love you. One more I love you.

- Bye. Bye.
- Compression socks?

Did Trey turn 80 without me knowing?

Fluid accumulation is a real risk, JD.

Trey is on the final leg
of his 24-hour flight,

and I just want him to be comfortable.

All right.

Just allow me a little
helicopter parenting, please.

Oh, who would've thought?

Helicopter pilot, helicopter parent.

Oh, um, thanks for getting
the team to cover me

while I go pick him up.

Oh, yeah, of course.

We're all just keen to meet mini-Mackey.

Though Doc's not entirely
convinced he's real.

Find out soon enough.

Are you trying to
hide that from me, partner?

Hide what? This?
I didn't even see it there.

What's in the box, Jim?

Ah, well,

you know how I've been seeing someone?

- Eggplant girl.
- She has a name.

Which you've never told me.

Mercedes.

She sounds lovely.

She is. She's amazing, in fact.

There's just been
a little problem in the bedroom.

But Mercedes actually has a solution.

Which is in that box.

Which you won't be seeing
under any circumstances, okay?

Evie, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, opening someone else's mail
is a federal offense.

Oh, as is this.

I think Mercedes
misinterpreted 'sex tape'.

It's not sex tape, okay?
It's mouth tape.

Consenting adults, none of my business.

Whatever flies your kite, boss.

No, no, no. Listen to me.
That's not what it is.

It's not a sex thing. Fine.

- If you must know, it's a...
- Gonna have to wait.

Dead Marine. Grab your gear.

See, it's a sleep thing.

Oh, do you snore?

No, I don't snore. Mouth breather.

And sometimes it disturbs
Mercedes's sleep.

And Mercedes doesn't have
snooze control?

Ah, mouth tape.

"Gently encourages the user to
breathe through their nose,

"resulting in a more peaceful
sleep for one's partner."

- There you go.
- Wow.

It's like the world's
most relaxed hostage situation.

Man, if that ain't love,
I don't know what is.

Phew.

Live fast, die young.

And leave a good-looking set of wheels?

- What is that, a Maserati?
- Uh...

Ah, it is an Aston Martin DB9.

V12, 400 brake horsepower.

A maximum speed of
300 kilometers per hour.

I mean, this is a tragedy.

Ah, as is the dead human over here.

Right. Yes.

Private First Class Dan Keilman,
logistics specialist.

Honorably discharged three years ago.

Currently part of
the Marine Corps Reserve.

Hmm. And also, a merchant banker.

He must have been making bank.

These retail at almost 350K.

Only it's not Keilman's car.

State Police said
he stole it from the dealership.

They pursued.

Must have outgunned him. Lost control.

So what's a banker doing
boosting a luxury car?

Well, failing miserably, I'd say.

What do we have here?

Dog tags. Except they're not his.

Well, whose are they?

They belong to a Tate Hanley.

- I'll run his name.
- No need.

I know him.

What?

Corporal Hanley was one of the Marines

Mackey rescued in Pakistan.

He was the reason I was court-martialed.

Court-martial of a Marine pilot
charged under Article 92.

Failure to obey order or regulation.

Took a Huey on an unauthorized flight,

invaded foreign airspace,
and damaged the vehicle,

resulting in the death
of two of her crew.

Sounds like a bit of a maverick.

If we're being polite.

How's the degree coming?

I take the bar exam next month, ma'am.

Sounds like it's time
we see what you got.

Do well, we can talk about
putting you on the fast track.

Thank you, ma'am.

We were flying home,

and that's when an RPG
clipped the tail rotor.

I put her down hard.

The three rescued Marines survived,

but my crew,

Caballero, Dallas,

they weren't so lucky.

You were court-martialed over that?

You and your team,
you saved their lives.

The Corps didn't see it that way.

Corporal Hanley, one of
the three rescued Marines.

Hanley was part of the first
Marine logistics group

stationed out at Khost, Afghanistan.

- So was Keilman.
- Maybe they were mates.

Evie, check out Keilman.
Emails, phone records.

Find out if he was alone or with a crew.

D, get onto Hanley. See what he knows.

Boss, we can't get on to Hanley.

He's been dead eight years.

Suicide?

Three months after the crash.

I want to speak to the other Marines.

No can do, boss.

D?

Hanley's not the only one
that's dead. They all are.

All three?

Everyone involved
in the rescue mission is dead?

Everyone except you.

You make it sound like
it's a conspiracy.

Car accident in Maine.
KIA in Northern Khost. Suicide.

None were deemed suspicious.

You want to investigate dead Marines,

maybe you chose the wrong profession.

I made that mistake once

and they've been promoting me
ever since.

Petty Officer Jackson, meet Lee Meyers,

one of our bright lights
from the State Department.

Lee will be observing the case.

Observing what exactly?

Well, there's
a national security element

that needs to be considered.

Really?

It's a rogue pilot and some UA Marines.

If there's a national
security risk, I don't see it.

Ooh! And it's my job
to keep it that way.

We all had to sign
NDAs. It was a need-to-know.

You should have told me, D.

What good would that have done, Mackey?

You sacrificed your career.
Your crew died for those men.

I didn't want you to think
it was all for nothing.

There has to be more going on here.

Those Marines didn't just
stumble into the Tribals.

I want to know what
they were really doing there.

There is nothing to explain.

Oh, I beg to differ.

Well, from what DeShawn tells me,

you are about to declare your
undying love for this woman,

and I know bugger-all about her.

It's really not that serious,
Doc. Trust me, okay?

Got a cause of death for me, Doc?

Uh, well, interestingly,

none of the trauma
sustained in the accident

explains how he died,

which actually appears to be
a cardiac arrest.

From what? The shock of the crash?

More likely the toxic level of
methamphetamine in his system.

- He was high?
- Mm.

According to toxicology,

this bloke was juiced up
with enough rocket fuel

to power the entire Seventh Fleet.

So less fender bender,
more actual bender.

Mm.

There's one more thing.

I found charred brown particles
under his fingernails.

I sent the samples to Bluebird.

And Bluebird identified them
as animal hide.

As in leather?

As in Sahara tan leather,

from the interior paneling of
the Aston Martin.

From when Keilman was
scrambling to escape?

Ehh! Close, but no guitar.

Cigar?

No, thanks, I don't smoke.

But you should put these on, anyway.

The fumes can be dangerous.

Vehicle fires can reach temperatures

of up to 800 degrees,

basically turning the car into an oven.

Your entrée, madam.

A melted clump of plastic?

Yes, but prior to
the heat, it was a car key,

and not the one in the ignition
at the time of the crash.

Why would Keilman have a spare?

We're not actually sure it is a spare.

The color and material are
different from the Aston key,

so we're thinking that this is
for a different car entirely.

Can you tell which one?

High-end keys contain transponders.

It's kind of like a unique password.

If I can restore the chip,
I can link it to a vehicle.

And for the next course...

It's a GPS tracker.

We found it attached
to the undercarriage.

Someone was tracking the vehicle?

Yeah. Bringing us to dessert.

The driver's door?

We believe Keilman was

trying to remove this
from inside the door.

- I'm going to go with meth.
- Yep, and a buttload of it.

A lot of which turned to vapor
in the fire.

Leaving Keilman to get
fatally high on his own supply.

Our banker wasn't just a car thief.

He was a drug trafficker.

Vehicle infiltration is only the latest

in the ever-evolving methodology
of transnational crime groups

designed to smuggle drugs
across the globe.

Drugs are secreted in the panels
while offshore.

The vehicles are then placed
on a roll-on, roll-off vessel

and shipped to Australia.

The syndicate track the vehicles
using GPS devices.

All the way to their destinations.

- You did all this by yourself?
- Yes.

Blue might have helped a little bit.

Mm-hm.

As I was saying, a spare key

is then sent to a local contact
who accesses the drugs.

- So in our case, Keilman.
- Mm. But here's the thing.

Another car was imported with the Aston.

A Ferrari

458 Spider.

It's currently still at
the same dealership.

You think this is full of drugs too?

What?

Yes. Uh...

Blue restored the transmitter

in the spare key they discovered.

It's a match.

So if there's a few million
dollars worth of drugs inside,

whoever Keilman
was working with, they'll be watching?

Oh! Someone goes undercover.

Takes the Ferrari for a test drive.

Flush out the bad guys. That's smart.

And given I'm former Drug Squad

and have an extensive
undercover experience,

and know a lot about cars...

You forgot modest.

I mean, there's really
only one person for the job.

You think Evie will ever forgive us?

Huh! Who cares? Look at these beauties.

Ooh-ooh, there she is.

Mmm! Man, I can't wait
to get behind that wheel.

Uh... who said you're driving?

Oof.

Well, thank you. I appreciate it.

I can't believe they pulled rank on me.

After all that work I did.

That Blue did.

That was the L.A. office, by the way.

They tracked down Keilman's CO.

He confirmed Keilman and Hanley
were buddies.

Hanley even took a bullet
for him in Afghanistan.

Saved his life.

Maybe the dog tags are a keepsake.

Either way, whatever
those three Marines were into,

I think Keilman knew about it.

Maybe even involved.

We've been over this.

For the last time,

the defense will control their client.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Those three Marines were confused.

Nothing they said made sense.

Captain, why were they
in the Tribal Areas?

I don't know,
maybe they took a wrong turn

on the way to Arby's.

Why is a Petty Officer
asking me questions?

It is at the Prosecutor's request,

and the court has agreed.

Captain, your call sign
is Hurricane, correct?

You don't pick your call signs.

You'd know that if you weren't
still in high school.

Actually, I learned that
in grade school, ma'am,

playing 'Call of Duty'.

Call signs are given based upon
some characteristics of the pilot.

You were named after
an extreme weather event.

I'm sorry, what exactly is
the prosecution suggesting?

They're suggesting I leave a
wake of destruction in my path.

That the death of my crewmen

is a result of my disrespect
for chain of command.

Does that about sum it up,
Petty Officer?

You tell me, ma'am.

I was trained to uphold the code.

Leave no man behind, no matter the cost.

You want to talk about the cost?

Two of your crewmen are dead, ma'am.

And if it was you out there?

Alone, freezing, surrounded, terrified.

You want us to obey the law,
or our code?

The prosecution reminds the Captain

of the deal on the table.

Reduced sentence for a plea of guilty.

The Captain reminds the prosecutor

she intends to testify.

I've come too far not to say my piece.

Looking a little
off your game, Petty Officer.

It's not my fault, is it?

You know we can't discuss
the case, ma'am.

Of course. Rules exist for a reason.

I thought you would have gone with

"rules are meant to be broken".

No.

But they don't always fit the situation.

So, what, just make it up as you go?

Trust your gut.
Sometimes it's all you got.

Take the plea deal, Captain.

Your defense is thin.
You go to trial, you lose.

I plead guilty, I lose.

The newlyweds, right?

Jenna and Clint.

As in Eastwood. Yeah, that's us.

- How was the wedding?
- Oh!

- Unforgettable.
- Mm-hm.

This is my first, Jenna's fifth.

Yeah, she's a little veteran
of the altar,

a little matador of the aisle.

Oh, sweetie.

But she signed the prenup

and we are here to buy a Ferrari.

I'm sure the 458 won't disappoint.

- So who will be driving today?
- I will.

We discussed this, honey.

Yes, and I agreed I'd be driving.

- Excuse me.
- Hmm.

'Pokémon GO'. My husband is obsessed.

You know, just yesterday,

he totaled the Jag
trying to catch a Pikachu.

Whoa.

5G coming from underneath the car.

It's definitely being tracked.

And, for the record, it wasn't
Pokémon, it was Mercedes.

Oh, is she asking you to move in, Clint?

It's really not that serious.

You've said that several times.

So what is it
you actually like about her?

It's... Where to begin?

Uh, from the top?

Blue Mitsubishi. Six o'clock.

Mitsubishi's registered
to a Dominic Taylor.

Car theft, aggravated assault. Nice guy.

- Ready?
- For what?

Federal Police, get out of the car!

Some dudes would rather die
than do time.

Or rather die
than reveal what they know.

So what did he know?

How to follow the money.

Okay. Thanks, mate.

- Trey getting close?
- Yeah, an hour out.

- Was that Trigger?
- Yeah.

The account's for a business
registered to Taylor.

It's made several deposits
through Keilman.

So was he making clean investments

or washing dirty money?

Michelle Mackey.

Last I saw you, you were
about to become a felon.

Lee Meyers, chief banking officer.

Captain Mackey, good to see you again.

- You guys know each other?
- Not really.

Lee was an interested party
at my court-martial, is all.

Lee's Agency.

Well, former Agency.

I tapped out of that world years ago.

To become a banker in Sydney?

Well, Patterson-Hill
was stood up in the '70s

as an arm of the US Government, so...

Which arm was that? CIA?

It was a different time back then.

Different enemies.

Now it's a cushy private-sector
gig for ex-spooks.

Talk to me about Keilman.

Discharged from the Marines.

Retrained in finance.

You hire a lot of ex-military?

Ex-military, ex-intel.

Finance is competitive.
Those guys play to win, so...

How did he die?

Inside a flaming Aston Martin
full of meth.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

Drugs aren't really my forte.

Right.

We believe he was using your bank

to wash the profits.

He was.

Keilman was under
an internal investigation

for money laundering.

Why not report him?

Money-laundering charges
are bad for business.

Ah.

What can I do to help resolve this?

Your files on Keilman.

Of course. I was disappointed to hear

you'd left the Corps,

but, uh, glad to see you still found
a way to serve, Agent Mackey.

Will the defense call a first witness?

The defense
calls Captain Michelle Mackey.

Is there a problem, Commander?

Permission to approach, Your Honor?

Commander.

Your Honor, national security
concerns have come to light.

Should Captain Mackey offer testimony,

sensitive matters with ongoing
initiatives could be compromised.

The Government makes a motion
to withdraw and dismiss

all charges and specifications
against Captain Mackey,

with prejudice.

Major Duvall, any objections
to the Government's motion?

No, Your Honor.

Motion is granted. Anything further?

- No, Your Honor.
- No, Your Honor.

This court-martial is adjourned.

Hey!

Hey.

Ah, Captain Mackey.

Congratulations are in order, I believe.

Who are you? CIA, or, what, DIA?

Hmm. I represent the State Department.

Okay. So you want
to tell me how my court-martial

is a threat to national security?

I can't disclose that.

There's nothing to disclose.

This is a case of grunts going off-grid

and the US military
leaving them for dead.

You got kids, Captain Mackey?

Yeah. Uh, a boy.

Well, my kid, he graduated
high school a few years back.

Valedictorian. Varsity athlete.

Could have been anything.
But he wanted to serve.

Wanted to be just like his dad.

Who was he with?

82nd Airborne. Deployed to Kandahar.

Hadn't been on the ground a day

when he and his team
got caught in an ambush.

My boy got split off from the rest.

Days passed, and no one...

..no one went back for him.

We're not descended from fearful men.

Our country needs more people
like you, Captain Mackey,

not less.

Ephedra, a genus of small, woody shrubs,

also known by its group name,
gymnosperm.

It's also a more natural way
to produce ephedrine.

That's the precursor to meth.

Correct.

Specifically, the meth found
in the Ferrari and the Aston.

Now, I ran it through my mass spec,

and the hydrogen isotopes are unique

to the climate and environmental
conditions in, wait for it...

..Afghanistan.

I thought Afghanistan's
stock in trade was heroin.

No, when the Taliban took back
control of the country,

they eradicated the heroin trade.

Meth filled the gap.

Same cartel, different product.

You think this is what Keilman
and the Marines were involved in?

Think about it. All four
of them were in logistics.

They had the capability to
move large cargo

in and out of the country.

Could be a drug syndicate.

That Keilman brought to Australia?

He washes the profits through the bank,

probably uses it to
move money offshore too.

So the Marines, the drugs, Meyers,

all roads lead back to one place.

Afghanistan.

Is that the SD card footage?

Boss?

So we're looking for an extremely
well-resourced drug syndicate

that spans Afghanistan.

Think that village is related?

Henry! Henry!

I know who we can ask.

The village had a lot of money
flowing into it,

possibly outside backers.

I never knew who.

Rashid, do you know of
any nationwide syndicates

that control entire
trade and supply chains?

I know of only one.

It was believed to control over
50% of Afghanistan's drug production.

But it was only a rumor, a legend.

Why? Because it's not possible?

Such a group would need access
to drug lords.

Where to find them, how to buy them,

violence to control them.

Did this group have a name?

It translates to 'The Collective'.

In Pashto, 'Pa Ghada'.

- Hey! Hey!
- Who gave the order?

Are you Pagoda?

- Am I what?
- Are you Pagoda?

That's what Hanley said.

Pagoda.

You think the Marines
were working for The Collective?

The whole thing's upside down.

No, I...

I think they were trying to escape it.

Secure location.

No phone.

All this cloak-and-dagger
is making me nostalgic.

Been feeling a little nostalgic myself.

- I looked into you.
- Oh.

I'm flattered.

No wife. No kids.

No son in the 82nd.

You didn't kill
the court-martial for me.

You did it because of The Collective.

I heard that was just a rumor.

How about we skip the foreplay?

Okay. What do you think you know?

I think those Marines
were involved in it.

They got in too deep and tried to run.

You're right, Agent Mackey.

Those Marines were drug smugglers.

And your crew died, saving criminals.

So why would the CIA care about that?

During the war,
Afghanistan was producing

1,000 metric tons of heroin per year.

That's an over
$300-billion-a-year industry.

The Collective controlled half of that.

The access that would require,

no warlord has that sort of clout.

No. They don't.

- But we do.
- Hmm!

The Collective is a group
within the US military.

And I had to make sure
that knowledge never got out.

And you thought I had
information that could expose it.

So, do you?

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

Hands on your head.

You might want to rethink that.

My team is standing by.

You don't walk out of here...

Not only am I gonna walk
out of here, Agent Mackey,

you're gonna let me.

Using that SD card as
an insurance policy was smart,

but you're not the only one
with insurance.

Hey! Hands!

You forget about me,
I might forget about you.

- Trey?
- Mom?

- Baby, are you okay?
- I'm okay. What's wrong?

- Is Trigger there?
- Yes. Are you all right?

No, it's nothing. Uh, just
stay inside, lock the doors.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

- I love you.
- All right. Bye.

Hey, what happened? Where's Meyers?

- He's gone.
- What?

What'd he say? Hey!

We were right.

Those Marines were working for Meyers,

but not as his assets, as his smugglers.

Meyers is part of The Collective?

He is The Collective, JD.
He had the tattoo. The snake.

The... the village is
part of his drug network.

- And you let him go?
- No choice.

What's going on?

There's something I haven't told you.

There was a fourth name
on the Ghost kill list.

Mine.

Why keep that from us?

I was protecting you.

Why did the Ghost want to kill you?

We were in the air almost an hour

after we rescued those Marines.

Meyers was worried what
they told me during that time.

I played my hand.

He played his.

He won.

Boss. Wait a sec.

- Hear me out?
- My mind's made up, D.

That's cool.

But before you go,

I just want to tell you what
I saw during your court-martial.

What I saw in you.

It's why I joined NCIS.

It's why I followed you
halfway around the globe.

Hope you booked a round trip.

You instinctively know
what's right. It's ingrained.

It's in your blood. It's who you are.

Now, I don't have a son.

And if that's where
you need to be, I get it.

I respect that.

But if you want to fight,

I promise you I'll be
right there on your six, boss.

If you've got a play,
Petty Officer, let's hear it.

That cyberattack we had, Blue
found something in the server.

Colonel. Been a minute.

Special Agent Mackey.

Staying out of trouble, I trust.

I'm releasing the SD.

You're what?

The SD is the only thing
holding these people back.

Heard of an ex-spook called Lee Meyers?

He's part of the death squad on the SD.

Take a beat, Agent Mackey.

Can't put the genie back in the bottle.

I don't plan to.

Meyers threatened Trey.

We're en route to arrest him.

Meyers is connected.

Meyers is a cancer.

Then if you're gonna cut it out,

make sure you get the whole thing.

Clear!

Game over, kid. Turn around.

Turn around!

Petty Officer?

Where's your captain?

Right behind you.

Guns down.

Our lab tech found the spyware
you put in our devices.

You shouldn't listen in
on people's calls.

Hand out of your pocket. Slowly.

Flash-bang!

Argh!

Argh!

How many copies of the SD are there?

Where are they?!

Oh!

It's your last chance to save yourself.

Huh!

Yah!

Ahh!

Mackey.

Mackey, look at me.

Mackey.

We need him alive.

- JD?
- I shot the other guy.

JD's staunching his wound.

You should have killed me.

I thought you said
you've played this before.

- I have, I have.
- Yeah, right.

Okay.

- Oh!
- Okay, closer...

- Closer together.
- Yeah, don't do that.

I know what I'm doing. Oh!

Ooh!

- That way, that way.
- Yeah.

That way, that way, that way.

- Have you?
- Yeah, just shoot... Ohh!

Okay, Evie wins.

So who bought the beers?

Mom. I just had one sip, I swear.

I'm messing with you.

Mom, are you okay?

I am now.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

I wanted to say thanks for the advice.

The advice you didn't take?

I appreciate you gave it.

Besides, I wasn't worried about
taking on your boss.

You, on the other hand,

you'll make a great prosecutor.

Seeing the machine try
and run you down in here, um...

..I'm not sure if I want that anymore.

Makes two of us.

I just resigned my commission,

so I've got some figuring out
to do myself.

If you figure it out before me...

..give me a call.