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Whoo!

Whoo!

Sucks to be you, bruh. Hit it!

What are you waiting for?

Kick her in the guts!

Dude, I am!

Why'd you steal
such a piece of crap, anyways?

'Cause it was the one car
that wasn't locked.

Duh!

Poor people suck, bro.

Dude, we're 13.

We are poor.

But we're rich in other ways.

Yeah, like what?

Underage driving skills.

Yeah, I'm pretty good.

Bruh!

- Dude!
- Bruh!

That was sick!

Police, stop!

Mercedes sure loves
an emoji, huh?

Yeah, honestly,
it's a little exhausting.

What do you think that means?

Scissors?
Uh, a haircut?

Or, you know...

Not really.

Well, she's been pretty open
about not wanting kids,

but she's still young.

You know, what... what
if I get the snip, okay,

and then she just
changes her mind?

Yeah, well, I guess that's...

...something that can happen.

You know, 'cause the reversal
surgery is super painful,

and there's no guarantee
of success.

What if she still wants me
to father her kids,

and then, you know,
I don't know,

maybe I'm just shooting blanks?

Did we not fix this door?

Do you know what?
It doesn't matter.

You know, it's something that
I need to think about, though.

- Ha-ha!
- Yes! Evie.

- Scissors emoji.
- Who from?

- Mercedes.
- Oh, vasectomy.

It's not a vasectomy emoji.

That's not even a thing,
I don't think.

Maybe she's breaking up
with you.

You know, scissors,
snip, snip, cutting ties.

No, Mercedes and I are solid,
Blue. We're golden, but thanks.

I mean, who breaks up with
someone via emoji, anyway?

Uh, everyone.

Well, it's efficient.

What's your break-up emoji?

A heart split in two.
You can't beat the classics.

I'm sure it's nothing.
Just ask for clarification.

Yeah, you're right.
I'll just call her.

Better yet, send her a telegram.

Yeah, Evie's right, Sarge.

Ease up on the old school comms.

You don't wanna come off
as desperate.

Yeah. Right.

What exactly am I saying
to my girlfriend?

In relationships,
transparency is key.

So I'm just sending her

a "Sorry, don't really
understand that emoji" emoji,

followed by a bemused emoji,

followed by a smiley emoji.

That way she knows that
while you're being bemused,

you're also being smiley
about it.

When did you become
a relationship expert, Bluebird?

Thank you so much for noticing.

I did an online course
yesterday.

I got a certificate
and everything.

Hmm.

There.

Okay, everyone just relax.

Mercedes isn't going to
break up with the big dog.

Ohh!

"Heart split in two" emoji.

Ooh.

Followed by, "Sorry, I forgot to
send the rest of the message.

"It was fun while it lasted.

"Will arrange courier to
drop off your surfboard."

Hey, look, it's hard
to read tone over text.

Not this one.

"It was fun while it lasted.

"Will arrange a courier
to drop off your surfboard."

I feel like...

Blue?

Her loss, mate.

Special Agent Mackey.

- Plenty of fish in the sea.
- Yeah.

But you're gonna get
your surfboard back. Cowabunga.

And we've got a dead Marine.

Grab DeShawn. Let's roll.

The victim in the trunk is

former Staff Sergeant
Brad Slater,

US Marine Corps,
medically retired.

Non-combat three years

after a peacekeeping mission
in South Sudan.

Might have had something
to do with that.

His left eye? It's a prosthetic.

You can see the trauma
around the socket.

Well, he didn't die of a glass
eye, so what are we thinking?

Someone snatches Slater,
throws him in the trunk,

then he dies in the crash?

Not unless that trunk
is made of clay.

Here.

There you go.
Blunt-force house brick.

Before or after
he was put in the car?

Oh, before.

I mean, there would've been
a lot more blood

if it happened inside.

So Slater was killed
somewhere else?

- Where?
- Hmm.

State Police reckon
the car was stolen

by two teens on a joyride.

Know where they stole it from?

Cops picked 'em up mid-ride.

Teens are long gone,
but we can run the plates.

Okay.

Wherever this car
was stolen from,

good guess
that's our crime scene.

What's that?

Some kind of lock?

Actually, the opposite.

It's a digital safe-cracker.

So Blue did a quick snoop
on Slater.

Since leaving the Marines,
he's worked private security.

Anyone we know?

Most recently,
'Aussie' Bob Prince.

No!

- Aussie Bob?
- Mm-hm.

Well, Australia's second-richest
Aussie, after Bluey.

He was the richest bloke
in the country in 1982

and again in '97.

And then in the early noughties.

Very successful entrepreneur,
when he's not bankrupt.

He is one of
the great Australians.

That's not the most
interesting part.

You don't say.

There's an APB out on Slater.

What for?

Murder.

So our murder victim
is also a murder suspect.

Great.

Meet Slater's alleged victim,
Murray Holt, 63.

Killed in the home of Bob Prince
two nights ago.

His employment contract
lists him as

Bob Prince's footman.

Who the hell has a footman?

Australia's wealthiest man,
1982.

State Police allege

our dead guy in the trunk,
Brad Slater,

was the shooter.

Evidence of a scuffle.

Why weren't we informed?

They didn't realize
he was a retired Marine.

How solid is the case
against Slater?

CCTV puts him at Prince's home
around the TOD.

His prints were found
on the shell casing.

Ballistics match with
the 9mm slug found in Holt,

with a Smith & Wesson, the same
gun Slater was licensed for.

Do we know
what he was trying to steal?

Nah, not yet.

But whatever it was,

looks like Holt caught him
in the act.

There's no world in which these
two deaths aren't connected.

I want to know
what Slater was doing

post the death of Holt
and pre his own.

All right, I'm gonna get Evie to
hit up phone and bank records.

But on that,
Slater only made one phone call

during that window.

Ben Doyle,

former clearance diver
for the Royal Australian Navy.

Okay, speak to Doyle.

- Find me that crime scene.
- Got you.

Let's go check out
the crime scene we do have,

at Bob Prince's house.

Looks like business is good.

What is his business again?

His finger's in a lot of pies.

Organic vape company,

string of diamond mines

and a very lucrative
hand-sanitizer business.

You know what they call that,
Special Agent Mackey?

Diversification.

Copy that.

Anything more from Mercedes?

Surprisingly no. She hasn't
replied to any of my texts.

- Texts?
- Hmm.

How many did you send?

I don't know. One, a few.

Definitely no more than a dozen.

Are you serious?

Well, I figured it was best

to leave it all
out on the field.

Look, Jim, it sucks, okay,
but...

What the hell?

You think he's seen the...

...piano?

- Yeah, he saw it.
- Uh-huh.

Should we be worried or...

Um, nah, I got this.

Oh, cool, I feel so much better.

- Nice.
- Nice.

G'day, folks.

Bob Prince.

Australia's wealthiest man,
1982.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

How's it going, Shelly?

- Jim Dempsey, AFP.
- Jim.

NCIS, AFP. That's what they call
a package deal, don't they?

You made short work
of that piano.

It was Murray Holt's.

He was always tinkling away, he
just loved his 'Batch' he did.

Do you mean 'Bach'?

Oh, with Murray gone,
guess we'll never know.

I just couldn't stand
the thought of his piano

sitting there going unplayed.

So you ran over it in a tank.

It's what Murray
would have wanted.

Mm.

How did you come by the tank,
Mr. Prince?

I picked it up in Uzbekistan
in the '90s.

The Soviets were practically
giving them away by then.

Can't believe it.

I've known Murray Holt
since forever.

He taught me how to fish, how
to drive, how to drive a tank.

Sorry for your loss.

Brad Slater work for you too?

Yeah, he seemed like
a decent bloke,

until he killed Murray.

There's always one snake
in the grass.

Any idea who might
have killed Slater?

No, but let me know
if you find him.

I'll pin a medal on him.

Unless you think I did it.

That would be too easy,
wouldn't it?

If I'd killed Slater,
you'd know about it.

How's that?

I'd have left him in pieces.

Not enough baking soda in the
world to scrub away the grief.

Do you have any sense of
what Slater was doing

in this specific room?

Well, he didn't strike me
as a reader,

if that's what you're asking.

Got any cameras in here?

Not many book thieves
on staff, Jim.

Oh, who's the stickybeak, then?

Anything missing?

There's a reason
they call it a safe.

Found this on Slater's body.

It's a digital safe-cracker.

What have you got
in the safe, Bob?

My footy cards.

Footy cards?
Kept mine in a shoebox.

I doubt you had
a Wally Lewis rookie card.

You're right.

Worth more than most of
the artwork in this place.

And this Wally Lewis
is a reason to rob you?

Well, he robbed New South Wales
enough times.

If he was after
your footy cards,

why are they still in the safe?

You'd have to ask him.

Oh, look, I first met
Brad Slater a few years back.

He, uh, retired from the Marines

and moved over here
from the States.

How was he back then?

Oh, I don't know,
bent out of shape.

He got injured on duty,
lost an eye, lost the mission.

He was angry.

Know much about
his personal life?

Did he gamble, drink,
money issues?

No.
Nothing I'm aware of.

Brad was a good bloke.

That's why
what you're suggesting,

that Brad killed someone,

doesn't make any sense to me.

When did you last speak to him?

Yesterday.

We were gonna go for a sail

and, um, he called to say
he couldn't make it.

He mention why?

He sounded off.

Off? How?

I don't know. Anxious.

He said he had to...
square something up.

Just do it exactly
as we did when we rehearsed.

And remember...

- ...just keep it simple.
- Shh.

- Don't go off-script...
- Okay.

Rosie, we're here as requested.

Impress us.

Starting with a reenactment
of sorts.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Old red.

Common Sydney house brick
found in heritage buildings,

and now in Brad Slater's skull.

- What am I looking for?
- Mortar.

So starting
in the mid-20th century,

bricklayers would add
more cement into the mix.

But prior to that,
it was all lime mortar,

which you'll see with your
eyeball if you look closely.

What?

And you'll also see
scrape marks from a cold chisel

when the mortar was removed.

Okay, as riveting as this is,
can someone get to the point?

Eye-eye, Sarge.

It's an old brick
that's been cleaned.

Likely part of a renovation
of a Federation house.

And that is your crime scene.

So an old house being renovated

in a city obsessed
with renovating old houses.

Wow. You guys have really
cracked it wide open.

We found diamonds
in Slater's eye!

Oh, well, that'll do me,
Bluebird.

Honestly, what is
the point of rehearsing

if you're just gonna
blurt it out like that?

I'm sorry. I'm too excited.

Hang on, hang on.
You were saying?

Oh, yeah. Uh, take a look.

Keep your eye on this.

- Oh, gosh.
- Kill me.

Now, behind this,
we found these.

Hmm?

Yeah. Hence all the eye jokes.

Whoa.

We got a crime scene yet?

Ran the plates from
the stolen vehicle.

Registered to a woman
that's been dead three months.

So she's unlikely to remember
where she parked it?

We called the city to see if it
had been recorded as abandoned,

and if so, where.

How'd it go?

Woman in charge is Denise.

She's on maternity leave.

Her 2IC, Trevor, is on a
team-building exercise all week.

His replacement, Maxine,

said she'd get back to me
after lunch.

Didn't specify which day.

So that's a hard no
on the crime scene.

So what do we have?

A diamond miner
who's been robbed,

and a thief who's been found
with diamonds on him.

So the diamond miner hunts down
the guy who stole the rocks,

but that guy, Slater,
won't give them back.

So it's good night, Slater.

Which explains why Prince

wouldn't want to claim
his missing diamonds.

So Australia's second-wealthiest
man on the hook for murder.

That's not a good look.

Funny you should mention that.

Seems Bob Prince took his PR
real seriously.

Last year, he sued journalist
Bonnie Wilder for defamation.

How did she defame him?

She claimed Prince was running
a counterfeit diamond racket.

You're kidding me.

She reckons the diamonds
Prince was putting on the market

weren't from his mines at all,
they were all fake.

Prince took exception.
Called in the lawyers.

When the judge asked her
to verify her claims,

Bonnie wouldn't reveal
her source.

Gotta respect that.

Trouble is
she defied the judge's orders.

Kept repeating her claims,
only louder this time.

Bonnie was found in contempt
and imprisoned for six months.

Six months? That's
a big stretch for contempt.

- That's top of the range.
- Uh-huh.

And now our hard-nosed journo
is writing articles like this.

Oh.

Six months in the slammer
will do that to you.

Sarge. Courier dropped
these off for ya.

A surfboard
and a box of mouth tape.

JD, can I see you in my office?

Trigger, get these
into the evidence safe.

You lose them, I lose you.

Take a seat, Jim.

Okay.

Oh, not there! Over there.

All right.

Ohh.

Perhaps we should start with...
asking why we're here.

- You think?
- Yeah.

No, actually,
why did you ask me here?

To talk about
all your failed relationships,

and what that says about you.

Great.

So part of my online course was

an online survey

and I did a personality test.

Filled it out as you.

Okay. That's a scary concept.

As were the take-outs.

Huh.

"Social engagement - low.

"Attachment avoidance."

Okay.

"Solitude."

Yeah.

It's gonna be hard,

but your life will be
so much happier

with no one else in it.

No one?

- As in just... no one?
- No one.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Just Jim. Jim.

Uh...

Are we done in here?

Yeah. I think so.

- Let's go talk to the media.
- Okay.

- Be brave. Keep me posted.
- Yeah.

Since getting out,

our journo Bonnie Wilder
now works from home.

You okay?

Yeah, I just keep thinking
about what Blue said.

Not sure that's a good idea.

She analyzed
my relationship defaults

and reckons
I'm better off on my own.

Look, I have done precisely zero
online relationship courses.

But I don't know, It sounds like

you and Mercedes were
just seeing each other.

And maybe you were seeing
a little more than she was.

Okay, back to Bonnie Wilder.

Good cop or bad cop?

Mm.

Nothing would make me happier

than to put the boot into
Bob Prince, I can assure you.

But once bitten, twice shy.

You talking about
the court case?

I'm talking about six months

in Silverwater
Women's Correctional.

I read your file. You could
have named names and walked.

In my game, you reveal a source
and that's it.

Integrity is currency.

Fair enough.

You recognize this guy?

Should I?

Brad Slater.
Worked for Bob Prince.

Died last night with a pouch
of diamonds on him.

Figured it might be of interest,

given the allegations you made
against Prince

about counterfeit diamonds.

You okay?

Uh, it's just...

It's another one.

Another what?

We can help you, Bonnie,

but you've got to trust us.

Another what?

While I was locked up, a woman
named Patricia Haynes died.

Supposedly threw herself
off the roof of a factory,

where she worked for Bob Prince.

But you don't think
it was suicide?

Was Patricia Haynes your source?

I'm sorry, I...
I've already said too much.

Patricia Haynes.

Chemical engineer
employed by Bob Prince,

until she threw herself
off a rooftop.

Allegedly.

Well, assuming it wasn't
suicide, what was it?

An attempt to silence her?

Well, why?
What does she know?

Where's the factory?

It's where they make
Hand Prince,

Bob's very own brand
of hand sanitizer.

What does hand sanitizer
and counterfeit diamonds

have in common?

Only one way to find out.

Okay, coming through.

Be careful of that.

Catch.

Blue, you receiving that?

Yep. Clear as glass.

Well,
for a hand-sanitizer factory,

it kind of looks like
a hand-sanitizer factory.

Stop.

What's that?

Hmm.

They're HPHT cubic presses.

High-pressure,
high-temperature machines.

They're designed to replicate
the immense pressure and heat

found deep in the earth.

To do what?

To grow diamonds.

Wait.

Aussie Bob is growing diamonds?

And here I was thinking
you mine them.

Firstly,

they're not fake.

Lab-grown diamonds

are just like
any other diamonds,

except the process
has been shortened

from billions of years
to just a few weeks.

So, the seed is put inside
an HPHT cubic press,

eventually giving birth
to a rough diamond,

which is then cut into
its desired shape.

Making them
virtually indistinguishable

from natural diamonds.

Does it change their value?

Big lots.

I mean, that number of carats
straight from the ground,

you're looking at $10 million.

Lab-grown,
about a tenth of that.

Let's call it an even million.

So why does a guy with
a string of mines

need to fabricate diamonds?

I don't know, pass them off
as natural diamonds

and then you on-sell them
for 10 times their normal price.

About that.

Evie and I dug into Prince's
so-called mining business.

Turns out there is none.

Business, that is, or diamonds,
for that matter.

The mines have been dormant ever
since he bought them a year ago.

Great cover
for a counterfeit diamond scam.

Mm-hm.

The discovery of which

might have gotten
two people killed.

Good work, team.

Boss.

Got anything for us, Trigger?

Just a possible crime scene.

What you got?

The car that Slater was found in

got me thinking.

Parking tickets.

Thought about that.

There were no parking tickets
on the vehicle.

That's because parking cops
don't always use

physical tickets,
they're digital.

So I checked with
the Debt Recovery Office.

Seven parking fines,
one location.

D, grab E, check it out.

JD, with me.

Did I mention

that I did a fantastic course
over the weekend?

So this is where
our stolen car was parked.

Ground zero.

We got drag marks.

One old house
under renovation, check.

D.

One murder weapon, check.

I don't get it.

You know, Slater's
likely murdered someone.

He's on the run
and he ends up here.

- Why?
- Let's take a look around.

He said he wanted to
put something right.

Maybe he wasn't running
from the cops,

he was running to the cops.

To confess to murder,

or to expose
a counterfeit diamond scam?

No way Prince killed Slater

to stop him confessing
to murder.

Yeah, but he might to conceal

a lucrative
counterfeit diamond racket.

For real?

We really think
Australia's wealthiest man

could beat someone to death
with a brick?

New clubs.

A good golfer
never blames his kit.

Well, I'm not a good golfer.

Yeah, I can see that.

Any luck finding the hero
that killed Slater?

Afraid not,

but we did find something.

Yeah.

We found these on Slater.

Yeah, we figured
they must have been yours,

given that it looks like
he robbed your place

and, you know, you being
a diamond miner and all.

- Mm. But then we remembered...
- Mm.

...you weren't missing anything.

Wally Lewis was safe and sound.

So we'll hand them over to
the folks at Proceeds of Crime.

Mm-hm.

'Cause $10 million worth
of diamonds

will fix a lot of potholes, yeah?

- Yeah. Oh, unless, unless...
- Yeah?

I mean, they're not yours,
are they?

Funny you should say that.

After you showed me that, um,
safe-cracking thingy,

I checked all my other safes.

And as it turns out, I am short
a few loose rocks, huh!

Oh. Wow, okay.

So, they are yours, then?

Stellar police work.

I'll have someone come by
and pick them up.

Small snag.

They're evidence
in an ongoing murder case.

Which means for the first time
we have motive for murder.

Right. Yes.

Yeah, but motive only matters
if I did it.

Mm.

I'm admitting ownership
because I own them.

I'm the victim here, remember?

Along with Murray Holt.

And Brad Slater.

Seems I'm gonna have to
take things into my own hands.

Do what you gotta do,
Mr. Prince.

I don't trust Prince.

Understatement of the century.

I don't trust Bonnie, either.

Can you blame her?

She thinks Prince threw
a whistleblower off a building.

I'd be coy too.

Well, we need to open her up,
so what's the play?

Offer her an opportunity
to overcome her fears.

- And that's where you come in?
- Mm-mm.

Good cop,

bad cop.

Bad cop stays in the car.

You sure I can't get you
something harder?

It's been some day.

I'm on the clock, unfortunately.

- How are you holding up?
- I'll be honest.

I thought it was behind me,

but all the stuff with
Prince's diamonds, just...

Yeah, about that.

So it turns out

the diamonds we found on Slater

weren't natural.

They were lab-grown.

We also discovered
that Prince's diamond mines

were non-operational,

but you knew that already,
didn't you?

It was part of the gag order
after the contempt ruling.

See, Prince assumes

that we think
they're regular old diamonds,

which is why
he admitted ownership.

Wait, he admitted they're his?

That's what your source was
trying to prove when she died.

That he deals
in lab-grown diamonds?

For 40 years,

this guy's been untouchable.

Until now.

Until that.

You could bring Prince down.

Not without your help, we can't.

Admitting ownership gives Prince
motive for Slater's murder.

That's a huge risk.

Why would he do that?

Maybe it's the lesser
of two evils.

He manufactured diamonds
to sell them.

Maybe whoever's buying the
diamonds poses a greater threat

to Prince than you do.

You give me a name...

...we'll put Prince away
for the rest of his life.

I'll need the exclusive.

Deal.

You're welcome.

Ooh!

That was...

...very productive.

Relationship advice.

- She's done a course.
- Oh.

And?

And, uh,

I think she was suggesting
that we should just...

...you know, um...

...get it out of our system.

Mr. Prince.
Our first royal visit.

And hopefully your last.

I'm impressed.

You got a court order
in a few hours?

I would love the name
of your lawyer here.

And your judge.

I guess that's what you meant

by taking matters
into your own hands?

I did warn you.

For a minute, I was worried

you were gonna throw me
off a building.

I'm going to pretend
I didn't hear you say that.

Especially in front
of my lawyer.

Besides, you've got nothing
to worry about, Shelly,

so long as your conscience
is clear.

Come again?

Bonnie went to prison

because of what Patricia Haynes
thought she knew.

Guilt's a terrible thing

and it was all too much
for Patricia.

Ended up topping herself.

If I was less astute,

I'd say you're threatening me,
Mr. Prince.

And if I was less astute,
I probably would.

I just want what's mine,
Agent Mackey.

And the court says
I can have it.

I'm happy to say this
in front of your lawyer.

I hope you choke on them.

I hope they're all there.

I'd hate to have to come back.

Hope you know
what you're doing, Macka.

Giving the bad guy
back his merch.

Not exactly Policing 101.

Speak for yourself.

Room 1215, Grand Horizon Hotel?

What's that about?

Room 1215
at the Grand Horizon Hotel

is currently occupied by Uzbek
maths teacher Umar Denisov.

Not just any math teacher.

This one flies first class and
books the presidential suite.

So what's the takeaway?

I should have been
an Uzbek maths teacher.

Or if Prince is dealing
in counterfeit diamonds

like Bonnie said,

maybe Denisov's a buyer.

Or maybe Denisov's buying them

for another purpose entirely.

Denisov's biometrics also match
that of a Timur Nabiyev,

wheeler dealer.

Rose to prominence
selling ex-Soviet weaponry

in the early '90s.

Aussie Bob bought a Soviet tank

from Uzbekistan
around the same time.

Blue?

Yes?

What are the primary
military applications

of lab-grown diamonds?

Um, next-gen semiconductors,

precision manufacturing tools,

uh, weapons guidance systems.

Come again?

The technology that guides bombs

to its final fiery destination.

Post-Soviet collapse,

thousands of
guided missile platforms

were decommissioned.

They were rendered inoperative

by removing
the guidance systems.

And left unguarded all over
the former Soviet Union.

Waiting for someone
like Nabiyev.

And the lab-grown diamonds

that would render them
operational again.

So what are we saying?

That maybe Bob Prince
isn't just a diamond dealer?

Maybe he's a weapons dealer too?

In which case, we just gave
his weapons back to him,

and we have no idea
where they are.

Yeah, we do.

Boss said if I lose 'em,
she'd lose me,

and I quite like it here.

Trigger put a tracker
in the pouch.

Are you sure it's down here?

Yeah, according to the tracker.

10 feet in that direction.

We've been played.
What now?

Prince has got two choices.

He can either call off the deal
or double down.

Which way does he jump?

Prince is the kind of guy
that cuts deals

worth hundreds of millions.

Those diamonds are worth
a million tops.

He calls it off.

You're missing the point.

Why was Aussie Bob
making a million-dollar deal

in the first place?

Because it's not a one-off.

You said it yourself,
there are thousands of missiles

waiting to be reactivated, right?

Minimum.

So what if that pouch
of lab-grown diamonds

was proof of a supply chain

that can meet whatever demand
comes his way?

Okay, so where do you go
to prove that?

Where are we heading, guys?

Stand by.

There.

Second right.

Prince with Denisov.

Heads-up.

Two bogeys near the door. Armed.

Hey, guys. You guys know where
the arms deal's happening?

Whoa. We're running
a little late.

Stop right there.

On the ground.

Trespassing.

Malicious prosecution.

Enough to land a girl in prison.

Yeah.

The thing is

we're actually responding
to an APB

on your friend here.

Yeah.

Fun fact -

in addition to teaching
high school math

and being quite fleet of foot,

Mr. Denisov has a sideline

in the buying and selling
of prohibited weapons.

We're actually here for him.

- Finding you is a bonus.
- Yeah.

I think they call that a
package deal, don't they, Jim?

I think so.

Yeah.

To Australia's
greatest entrepreneur.

- And worst arms dealer.
- Mmm.

Just a shame we couldn't nail
him for the murder of Slater.

- Like I said, he's untouchable.
- Yeah.

Getting him on anything
is a win.

Yeah. Yeah, you're not wrong.

What am I looking at?

It's, uh, DNA from the
house brick that killed Slater.

What does that give you?

Not much. Unless we have
secondary to match it with.

But it can tell you gender.

- Of the killer?
- Mm.

Tracks female.

Which exonerates Bob from
having killed Brad Slater.

I promised you
an exclusive, Bonnie.

You see, the rules
around collecting DNA

are pretty strict.

Cops can only collect it

from items
that have been thrown away.

So what's the chances that
the DNA on the house brick

matches the DNA on one of these?

You know,
when I realized it wasn't Bob...

...I was trying to work out who
had motive to kill Brad Slater.

You wanted revenge.
You needed evidence.

You needed diamonds.
Someone inside.

Brad Slater.

Went pear-shaped, right?

Murray Holt was
never meant to die.

Slater got startled
and shot him.

So that's why Slater wanted to
square up with the police?

We argued.

I couldn't let him confess
to what had happened.

I only meant to knock
Slater out.

'Cause your involvement would
mean you'd go back to prison?

Patricia Haynes
wrote me in jail.

She'd figured it out.

The diamonds, the arms dealing,
the lot.

But by the time I got out,
she'd been murdered.

So you went after Prince again?
Just... quietly this time?

You know the only thing
I can't work out?

How'd you convince Slater
to do it?

Slater's last posting
was South Sudan.

While out on patrol,

his team was hit
by heavy missile fire.

Let me guess - formerly
decommissioned missiles.

I guess he wanted revenge too.

Yeah.

'Aussie' Bob Prince.
End of an era.

Hey, who do you reckon
gets his tank?

And his footy cards?

I'm just thinking about
all those unclean hands.

All right, look.

- Next round's on me.
- Great.

- Yes!
- Nice.

Uh, six appletinis, please.
Thank you.

They out of Shirley Temples?

Hey, don't knock it
till you try it.

Make that seven, please.

Let me guess. West Coast, right?

Going with L.A.

City of 20 million people.

That's a pretty safe bet.

I'm thinking somewhere downtown.
Inglewood?

Am I getting close?

Somewhere on Crenshaw.

South of Century.

Top floor of a two-up, two-down.

Special Agent Ally Park.

Indo-Pacific
Counter-Narcotics team.

- DeShawn Jackson.
- NCIS.

Down here as part of
the Lee Meyers extradition.

Relax.

My boss is talking to your boss,

making sure it's all kosher.

Great. Well, until then...

Your boss is not unconflicted
when it comes to Meyers, is she?

- Not sure I know what you mean.
- Mm.

I read the file.

Meyers was all over her
court-martial back in the day.

Then he shows up in Sydney.

Mackey tries to choke him out.

Meyers tried to kill her son.
What would you do?

It's irrelevant.

We have no margin for error
with this guy.

Look, we both want
the same thing, right?

And what is that exactly?

To make sure Lee Meyers
goes down and stays down.

To do that,
I need a clean feed out of NCIS.

Someone I can trust.