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

The whole thing's upside down.

Incoming!
Striker 1 is going down!

Corporal Hanley
was one of the Marines

Mackey rescued in Pakistan.

Everyone involved in

the rescue mission is dead.

Everyone except you.

My name is Rashid Rahmati
and I have evidence

of an American war crime.

He walked through the rubble.

Executing the survivors.

So we're looking for
an extremely well-resourced

drug syndicate
that spans Afghanistan.

I know of only one.
The Collective.

Meyers is part
of The Collective?

He is The Collective, JD.

Your boss is not unconflicted

when it comes to Meyers.

I need a clean feed out of NCIS.

You should have killed me.

We're in position.

You're clear to proceed.

Get down!

- On the ground now!
- Let me see your hands!

- Now! Down on your knees!
- Drop it!

Down! Down!

Down here.
Down, down, down, down.

Bula vinaka, gentlemen.

Talk to me, Nandolo.

You boys okay?

All good, my brother.

Note to self -
don't mess with Fijian tactical.

Nice work, fellas.

Can I help you?

FBI! Hands in the air!

Byrne's in trouble.

Get down!

Byrne, are we good, brother?

What the hell's going on?

You okay, bro?

Investor Magazine.

I thought you loved this kid.

Excuse me?

Macka, that's a terrible gift.

Trey's turning 18.

There's no better gift for a
young man than fiscal literacy.

Ha! I can't tell
if you're being serious or not.

An investor magazine?

You guys thought that...

No, no. It's not just the one.

- Okay, that's better.
- Annual subscription.

So it's one a month
all year long.

Huh! Uh...

Really?

Macka, I'm known
for my bad gifts, okay?

I've been doing it my whole
life, but I can safely say

that is one of the worst gifts
I've ever seen.

- Well...
- And on his 18th.

I mean, what are you gonna
get him on his 21st

A colonic irrigation?

Okay, I know my son, all right?

Six one, size 11 shoe,
just got accepted into Yale.

He needs grown-up things, like
sound financial advice, okay?

- Mm-hm.
- Guys, I've got this.

Boss.

I say this with all sincerity,

you're looking at the greatest
gift giver of all time.

And he's off.

If you've received
a gift from me,

before you've opened it, you've
already received the gift.

My ability to give gifts
is a gift in itself.

Have you ever considered
the gift of silence?

And that is the best idea
I've heard all morning.

All I'm saying is
I got your back.

I'm gonna make some calls
to my peeps,

and we're going to
get through this.

- Now, give me that.
- I appreciate your input, D.

But this isn't the only gift
I've got for him.

Obviously.

You can all stand down.

Hey, D, you got a minute?

Got as long as it takes, boss.
Leave no kid behind, right?

What does that look like to you?

Looks like a modified Winkler.

Someone's added a guard,
but hard to tell at that res.

This make it easier?

Afghanistan.

Other ideas for Trey.

Trout waders.

No.

Ooh!

Jousting lessons.

Special Agent Mackey.

Special Agent Park.

It's good to put a face
to the name.

Right back at you.

How can I help?

I'd like to know more
about the Nadi operation.

I read the overnights.

Joint FBI-Fiji narcotics op.

Eight hundred keys of meth
earmarked for Australia.

Any sense of who was behind it?

A start-up out of China, trying
to flex into the Indo-Pacific.

Where'd the intel come from?

Anonymous tip.

What does any of this
have to do with the US Navy?

Part of an ongoing
investigation.

Into what?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty

to share the details just yet.

Well, when you are,
you know where to find me.

Good to meet you, Sergeant.

There's a chance the knife
used to kill Agent Byrne

may be linked to
my investigation.

Linked how?

Might be the same weapon used in
the commission of a war crime.

You're talking about
the Afghanistan footage, right?

You got a link between Agent
Byrne's murder and Lee Meyers,

and you're not leading with it?

What kind of schoolyard move
is that?

The kind that's kept me alive
since this whole thing began.

You want my help,
I need to know what you know.

And I need to see the high-res
crime scene photos out of Nadi.

Horse trading.
The great American pastime.

Madam Ambassador.

We know that's Lee Meyers,

and this is one of his team.

And our best guess says

that's a Winkler operator knife.

Blade of choice
for US Delta Force.

Special Agent Park?

The kill blow was so strong,

the guard got caught
under Agent Byrne's scapula.

Punch in on the blade.

Now put both knives
side by side.

Meyers and this Delta guy
are partners.

We need to get a team to Nadi.

That won't be necessary.

It appears the knife's owner
has come to us.

This is at 0600.

We matched the prints
off of the knife

to inbound biometrics.

Traveling under a fake passport.

This guy works for Meyers
and he's in the country?

Who has him?

Had him.

He was detained and questioned
by Border Force.

Looks like he just
broke into the country.

With extreme prejudice.

But why?

Maybe to break Meyers out of it.

Hey, baby, it's me again.

I just want to figure out
timings for tonight, okay?

Hit me back.

Hey. Trey's fine, okay?

Really?

Meyers tried to kill him.

This guy works for Meyers,

and now Trey's
not answering his phone.

Protective Services have a car
sitting off your place, okay?

He's fine.

Listen up.

This is Special Agent Park,
FBI counter-narcotics.

Make her welcome.

Call me Ally.

Evie Cooper, AFP.

And that's Special Agent
Deshawn Jackson, NCIS.

- Nice to meet you, DeShawn.
- How you doing?

Special Agent Park
is quarterbacking

the Lee Meyers case for the FBI.

Ah, typical.

We catch him, you snatch him
and get all the glory.

If only. Now, Meyers is ex-CIA.

Once stateside,

he'll wrap himself
in the National Security Act.

Whole thing's taken
behind closed doors.

At which point, that's
the last we ever hear of him.

You serious?

This son of a bitch runs the
world's biggest drug syndicate,

and that's it?

Didn't say that.

Your boss just pitched
the war crimes angle.

While NCIS can't do
much about that...

The FBI sure as hell can.

No National Security Act
at The Hague.

Assuming we can find someone
to testify against him.

Like this guy.

Killed an FBI agent
in Nadi overnight.

Snuck into Sydney
under an alias.

Whereabouts unknown.

We've established
an NCIS-FBI joint task force

to bring him in.

Okay. Look, I know, uh, I know
this is personal for y'all.

Agent Byrne and I
went through Quantico together.

I want to get Meyers
just as bad as you do.

Questions?

More of a statement, really.

What am I looking at?

It's what you asked Deshawn for.

Think you called it
a clean feed?

Sum total of the intel

Deshawn was willing to share
regarding me.

Anything else you want to know?

My job is to make sure Meyers
never sees the light of day.

I'm not gonna apologize
for that.

So now we know where we stand,
what's the play?

Right, Meyers
is incarcerated in Sydney,

and Delta guy works for Meyers.

What are we waiting for?
Let's pay him a visit.

Relax.
I didn't tell her anything.

Yeah, well, she still asked.

Look, with everything going on,

I totally understand if you
want to sit this one out,

after what this guy
tried to do to Trey.

Happy to take the first pitch,

and I'll call you in
to close it out.

Blood on the highway, partner.

We know about the extradition.

National Security calculus.

Some things are
best handled in-house.

Which is why we're focusing on
the war crime angles instead.

Looks like you're gonna
see the SD footage after all,

along with
the rest of the world.

You're on the docket

at the International
Criminal Court in The Hague.

Congrats.

- It's still a court.
- Hmm.

You just won't enjoy
the constitutional protections

of US law

or an American attorney.

And when you lose, which...
..you will,

um, you'll go to a prison
of the ICC's choosing.

You thought you had
the home-ground advantage,

didn't you?

Turns out this is an away game.

Fork-in-the-road time.

You wanna protect
The Collective,

or I don't know,

start thinking
about yourself, Lee?

Perhaps you should ask yourself
the same question, Michelle.

Want to keep playing
the good soldier?

Start looking after number one?

Because at some point,
your country will move on.

I don't.

You threatening me?

Mm, you got some shaky
SD card footage. Ooh!

So what, hmm?

You and I both know if
you could have used it already,

you would have, right?

You see,
doesn't matter where I play.

I always have
the home-ground advantage.

Which means,
whenever you play me...

you're on the away team.

Just ask Trey.

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

I dare you, you son of a bitch,
mention my son again...

We know about Nadi.

We know the knife is
the same one from Afghanistan.

We know it's your guy.

And once we find him,
we will have

an eyewitness
who will bury your ass!

- Let him go! Let him go!
- So help me God.

I will bury you! Do you hear me?
I will bury you!

You think he bought it?

Are you kidding?
Even I bought it.

- Good.
- No, I'm serious.

You might have played that part
a little too well.

Talk to me, Blue.

I've geofenced
the entire prison compound

for mobile phone coverage.

Good. We've poked the bear.
Let's see where he leads us.

Camera 12.

- That's him, right?
- Yeah.

And camera 15.

Looks like he's alone.

Yeah, not for long.

So, uh, have you
given any more thought

to how we should handle it?

'It'? That's hot.

Uh, yeah. You know what I mean.
The other night.

Um, the way I see it,
we have two options.

We tell the team, assure them
that it was a one-off,

and never let it happen again.

Or?

Or... we take it to the grave.

And never let it happen again.

So, either way,
we never let it happen again?

I mean, not if we want to
continue working together.

Right.

You're right.

Right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up.
Did you see that?

Check it out.

The scan on the left
was Mr. Delta's backpack

when he passed
through immigration,

and the scan on the right
is from after he was detained.

Spot the difference.

Uh...

Now...

..what do you think it is?

I don't know. Multivitamins?

Balloon full of drugs?

Close. No, sorry.

Holographic storage device
was the answer.

- Yeah. That was my next guess.
- Oh, yeah.

It's called
a diffraction pattern.

From the hologram?

From the crystal
that contains the hologram.

It's the next generation
in microdata storage.

They use lasers to store data
in three dimensions.

Can you tell us what's on it?

- Or why he swallowed it?
- Negativo.

But it most likely contains
vast amounts of data.

A real mouthful. Ha.

That's currently residing
in Delta guy's colon.

Yep. Never to be seen again.
Unless he...

Which would mean he'd have to...

Yep.

And when we find it,

we are gonna bring it
straight to you.

No.

No!

NCIS Sydney.

Ryan Brady.
It's great to meet you.

Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Town car, expensive suit.

You government guys
are easy to pick.

Well, I put in a request
for shorts and flip-flops,

but it was hosed.

Who's the big fella?

Oh, that is
Director John Callaghan,

Office of National
Drug Control Policy.

Working for the President's
drug czar now?

What does that make you,
Rasputin?

- That, or his chief of staff.
- Mm.

You guys know each other?

You could say that.

Ryan is Trey's dad.

And tonight on
Teen Mom: Where Are They Now?

Mackey with a politician.
I didn't see that coming.

Pretty sure he wasn't
passing legislation at 17.

Well,
whatever he was passing at 17,

I would have caught it.

Dayum.

Damn indeed!

Mackey was a goth
in high school.

Interspecies romance.
It is possible!

Y'all need to back up.

The boss hasn't mentioned Ryan.

She must have her reasons.

Y'all got to respect that.

- You knew about Ryan, yeah?
- She never told me squat!

Been trying to solve this
for years.

You find something,
you tell me first.

A long way from D.C.

My boss is here
for the drug summit.

You know, the Indo-Pacific
is the new front line

for the war on drugs.

And you just swung by
to tell me that?

Actually, I swung by to say hey.

And to ask for a small favor.

And there it is.

Look, we just flew in
from Nadi, okay?

The raid there was meant to be

the first story
out of the summit,

but instead it ended
in the death of an FBI agent.

Leaving your boss

a press release short
of a headline, yeah.

I am told that you have started

running a joint task force.

Any intel that might allow my
boss to reclaim the narrative?

Special Operations
Oversight Committee

a few years back,

I heard you were support staff.

Well, I'm flattered
that you noticed.

I need a list of
Delta Force operators

who cycled out
in the last 10 years.

Uh, uh, uh, Delta have
protected identities.

I mean, that could be...

That could be tough.

It could be.

Alright, yeah. I'll see
what I can shake out.

Hey, look, there is...
there is one more thing.

Uh, I may have let it slip
to the Director

that it's Trey's birthday.

Okay.

Well, he has offered

to take us out
to dinner tonight.

The three of us.

Hey, come on,
when was the last time

that Trey had a meal
with the both of us?

I already spoke to him and
he's cool, but it's up to you.

You spoke to him?

- Mm.
- When?

Uh, 10 minutes ago, maybe.

Yeah, he said
he's on his way here now.

Trey's 18th has been
on the cards for a while now.

Eighteen years, in fact.

So please, thank the Director,

but Trey and I
already have plans.

You wanted to know

where me and Mackey were at.

Now you know.

Well, for the record,
opening that file

and finding nothing in it
was the best possible result.

How'd you figure?

Well, Meyers is next level.

We want to put him in a box,
we got to be next level too.

That requires trust.

So what do I have to do
to earn yours? Hmm?

Trust takes time.

And that's a luxury
we don't have.

You want to get Meyers
to The Hague...

..this guy's our best bet.

Great.

On-the-run
Special Forces operator

who's trained to avoid capture.

What else we got?

That's it, besides these guys.

All US military

who are moonlighting
for The Collective.

All potential witnesses.

Only problem is

they're all dead.

PFC Pax Cortez,

KIA Afghanistan, February 2018.

PFC Griffin Wheeler,
car crash in Maine, April 2018.

They died within months
of each other?

Then a few weeks back,
we found Keilman dead,

right here in Sydney.

Which only leaves Tate Hanley.

Suicide, Lake Erie.

Clothes found nearby.

Footsteps lead into the water,
letter to his mom.

No body.

That's the last
we've heard of him?

Apart from this.

Hanley's dog tags.

Found them on Keilman
when he died.

Oh, sounds like they were close.

So if Hanley were alive
and someone knew about it,

it'd be Keilman, right?

Come on,
The Collective razes villages

to make sure
no one can ask any questions.

And yet here we are,
asking questions.

What have you got, Blue?

Well,

looks like Mackey's
little prison performance

got herself a callback.

- Who'd Meyers call?
- His lawyer.

Which, I needn't remind you, is
protected under legal privilege.

Except, the call never
actually got to his lawyer.

It was redirected
to a third party,

and all Mr. Meyers said was...

.."Would you like to participate
in a survey?"

Who'd he call?

Mr. Kuai Tsun.

Australia's answer to
Mr. Pablo Escobar.

We're thinking Kuai Tsun's
the Australian arm

of The Collective?

If he's not,

he's doing
a pretty good impression.

So, after the airport,
Delta guy stole a car.

Fitted with
vehicle location services.

So you tracked it. Where to?

A warehouse leased to
a company owned by Tsun.

Check it out.

The warehouse is old,

but the HVAC is brand-new.

That is the sort of
heavy ventilation system

we'd find on
high-output drug labs.

Kuai Tsun and Delta guy
in the same place.

Let's go say hello.

Look who it is. Trey Mackey.

Très bien.

- Happy birthday, bro.
- Thank you.

Really?

What, you're 18 now and you're
already ignoring my calls?

Sorry, Mom. The Hawkeyes game
was on. Pub was super noisy.

- Pub?
- Macka.

Bad guys to catch, remember?

Okay. Uh, I need you
to wait here, okay?

- But, Mom...
- Baby, please?

I'll be back soon.

Wait.

Stand back.

If you pull the tape,
it pulls the pin.

Meyers wasn't leading us
to The Collective labs.

He led us into a trap.

Uh, there's no exit wounds,

so most likely frangible
or hollow-point rounds.

They don't... over-penetrate.

So they're less likely
to exit the victim

into a drum of
volatile chemicals.

- Mm.
- Mission-specific ammunition.

Not liking that.

Check out the wound pattern.

Two in the torso,
one in the head.

Pros.

Delta guy's got help.

Tsun's with the paramedics.

Once the grenade was out of his
mouth, he sung like Sinatra.

Opened up about his operation,

but swears he's not
working for Meyers.

So if Tsun's not part
of The Collective,

what's that make him?

It's the competition.
Meyers is shutting him down.

- Good.
- Good?

Meyers' people
just tried to kill us.

It means
we're getting somewhere.

Just went out
on the wire service.

Didn't take long.

My job involves
controlling the narrative,

Agent Mackey.

I start winning
the war on drugs,

Congress gives me more money.

More money, less drugs.
Pretty simple calculus.

Did you drop by to explain the
war on drugs to me, Director?

I just wanted to thank you
for your part in it.

It was a quid pro quo.
Pretty simple calculus too.

Well, it's nice
to finally meet you.

Ryan says you're a great mom.

And Trey thinks
the world of you.

I hope you know that.

If you're, um, trying to
convince me to come to dinner

with you and Ryan, I'm good.

Don't shoot the messenger.
It was Ryan's idea.

He's, uh... he's a good guy.
For a Yale grad.

Yeah, no worries.
You've got my number.

Loves his son.
Loves his country.

Hell, he may be
the only person alive

who still believes in
the shining city on the Hill.

Make him sound like a Boy Scout.

Maybe you two have more
in common than you think.

We share a son.
That's more than enough.

Fair enough.

So you guys, uh, you actually
hang a bit, then, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.
I'm his dad.

Hey, there he is. Birthday boy!

- Oh!
- Oh, happy birthday. Hey.

I got you a little something.

It's for college.

It's nothing, really.

You got me nothing for my 18th?
Dad of the Year.

Hey, uh, JD was just telling me

about all the awesome breaks
you guys have in Sydney.

Hey, what was the one that
you said? It was, uh, Tarama?

Close. Yeah, Tamarama.

I'll give you guys
a couple of boards.

Head down there
and get amongst it.

You got a foamy for Dad?
He tends to fall down a bit.

Okay, and all of a sudden
you're Kelly Slater?

- You're a kook. Own it.
- Oh.

Um, so, did you ask Mom?

Ask Mom what?

Uh...

..Dad's got a few hours off
this afternoon.

I know you're under the pump.

Thought I could show him
around Sydney.

Give him the tour.

Well, I mean,
only if it's okay with you.

I don't want to step
on any toes.

Sure, baby, yeah.
Just be back by 6:00, okay?

Awesome. Let me grab my stuff.

I'll let you in.

Your boss got his headline.
I'm still short mine.

- I've made some calls.
- Make some more.

I'm on the clock.

So... this

is what the inside of
Mr. Keilman's phone looks like.

Funny.

Thought it'd be
more circuits and wires.

Uh, this is inside
the circuits and wires.

Yeah.

Anyhoo, I was looking for people
he started chatting with

after Mr. Hanley's suicide.

I love this part.

It's where she reaches
into the internet

and pulls a rabbit out
of her digital hat.

Yes, but no.

- No rabbit?
- No hat.

Just beer.

This is Mr. Keilman's phone.

Every year on his birthday,

he received a photo
from the same account.

And...

..check out the date stamps.

Well, whoever it was
only started sending pics

after Hanley drowned himself
in the lake.

And based on the relative
position of the sun

and the snow melt,

I was able to narrow it down

to somewhere around here.

Eighteen national parks

across the continental
United States

and three in Canada.

So, basically
thousands of square miles

of North American wilderness.

It's more like millions.

You're welcome.

Whoa, take a look at this.

- Sorry, what?
- Check it out.

This is the fact sheet
the Drug Summit just released.

According to this,
we're winning the war on drugs

for the first time
in almost 50 years.

Really? How's that possible?

A tenfold increase
in drug lab fires

over the last six months.

And it's not just fires either.

Lab busts too,
from all over the world.

Great, sounds like the good guys

are getting better
at their jobs.

Or the bad guys are
getting worse at theirs.

Huh.

Or it's neither of those things.

Just in from DOJ.
Meyers' extradition's greenlit.

So unless we shake a leg,

Meyers gets a home-grown
advantage after all.

I could maybe help with that.

I was thinking about our missing
Marine gone all Chris McCandless

somewhere in the great
American wilderness.

These are the national parks

Blue thinks Hanley
could be hiding out in.

We've been over this, D.

That's half
the continental United States.

True. But I also like beer.

And I like locking up bad guys.
Tell me they're related.

They might be.

I went through boot camp
with a kid

that was from a little town
called Moose, Wyoming.

Every month, his dad
would send him a six-pack

of local Wyoming beer.

Which is why I thought
I recognized that can

poking up out the koozie.

So I called my buddy,

and he figures it's a Mythic
Moose IPA, his local brew.

And if that's a Mythic Moose...

..that's a Colter Bay lager,

that's a Thunderer pilsner.

All micro-breweries
out in north-western Wyoming.

Meaning if Hanley's living
off-grid and still alive,

he's likely here.

Grand Teton National Park.

And those mountains on the left

means he's on the east bank
of Jenny Lake.

Good work, D.

NCIS. Don't move!

Drop your weapon! On your knees!

Lace your fingers
behind your head!

ID.

Is it him?

Is it Hanley?

Yes, ma'am.

Tate Hanley, we're taking you
into protective custody.

Looks like
we've got our witness.

You don't remember me, do you?

Try picturing me
in a flight suit.

The last time we spoke,

I told you there was
gonna be a lot of people

asking a lot of questions.

Well, now it's just me.

I want to speak to a lawyer.

Puts you back on the grid,

which means
you've got two choices.

One, wait for whoever you're
running from to catch you.

That's not an if, that's a when.

Or two,
help me eradicate the threat.

Come clean on Lee Meyers,
and I will protect you.

You can't protect me from him.

Well, right now,
I'm all you've got.

Dallas.

Caballero.

Mean anything to you?

- No, ma'am.
- They're the men who found you.

You're alive because of them.

And your only chance
of staying alive is me.

Tell me what I need to know.

Talking about Kandahar, right?

What the hell happened
in Kandahar?

It's all there.

Everyone from cartels
to up-and-comers

getting creased
all around the world.

Business as usual
in the drug trade, no?

No, not really.

In fact, over the last decade,

major syndicates have coexisted

with relatively
little spillover.

But now it's all-out war.

It seems everyone's dropping
a dime on the competition.

And with a huge surge
in confidential informants...

And anonymous tips, which is
what Delta guy gave us in Nadi.

You're saying Nadi's
The Collective's competition?

Same as Kuai Tsun in Sydney.

Someone's clearing the board and
I got a pretty good idea who.

Uh, you want to get that?

I'll grab it on the way out.

Meyers has been messing with you

for the better part of a decade.

He's all yours.

Come to bid me a fond farewell,

Agent Mackey?

You really shouldn't have.

I wanted to give you this.

Nine US soldiers were massacred

at a checkpoint
just outside of Kandahar.

It was written off at the time
as insurgents,

but... it wasn't, was it?

It was The Collective.

The Ghost, your Delta buddy,

and you mowed down
nine young Americans

rather than lose a shipment.

I hate to burst your bubble,

but friendly fire
isn't a war crime.

Killing two local
goat herders is.

You see,
along with the nine soldiers...

..two civilians went down
that day too.

What happened, Lee?

They see too much?

I don't believe you.

The question is...

..will the judge at The Hague?

I assume you're not here
just to gloat.

You've been using
the US military

to ship drugs
out of Afghanistan.

Fact.

You've been crushing
the competition

to create scarcity
in the market.

Fact.

Once it goes critical,

you'll open the floodgates
and watch the money roll in.

That's a nice story.

How does it end?

You get found guilty
at The Hague.

You go to prison for life.

Currently, that is Romania,

where winters bottom out
at 30 below.

Or what?

Or you give me
your succession plan.

Who takes over after you?

And I see what I can do

about finding you lodgings
a little closer to home.

I can go one better.

I can give you the buyer.

You're plumping up
the cattle for sale.

Let the deal go through. Hmm?

I get paid.

You... well, you get to shut down

the largest narco supply chain
the world's ever known.

Now, where I'm from...

..we call that a win-win.

Where you're from...

..for the foreseeable future...

..is Romania.

Oh, uh, and you're wrong.

I did come here to gloat.

You said that?

Damn.

I'd pay good money
to hear that back.

Well Let's not celebrate
just yet, okay?

We still have
a tier-one operator out there

doing Meyers' bidding.

Message received
at 6:05pm.

Hey, Mom.
Sounds like you got held up.

I'm gonna grab dinner with Dad
and Director Callaghan.

Just jumping in the car now.
Call you when I'm done.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah. Great.

Um, I'm gonna head home.
Uh, I'll get a cab.

No worries.

I'll head back to HQ,
grab the guys,

and swing around to your place.

You know what? That was Trey.

He's, um, he's had a big day.

He just wants it
to be me and him tonight,

so, um, can we
rain check the party?

Yeah. No, of course.

- Great. Catch you tomorrow.
- Mm.

Hey, I'm not staying.
I was just passing by.

Thought I'd drop these in.

So, we're mid-reno, okay?

About to put a new roof on, so
I gave everyone roofing boots,

- You know?
- Oh, no.

Thought it'd bring us
closer together.

The next year,
Bec called off Christmas.

Wow. You really do suck, huh?

Yeah, I know.
I killed Christmas.

Look,
whether Trey's here or not,

and let's be real, he's not.

Seriously? Okay.

You raised a good kid, Macka.

Serious.

I mean, he's kind, he's smart,

he's gentle,
he's tough as nails.

Like a mini-you.

And, hey, it's not
the worst thing in the world

that he has his dad in his life.

I had no idea
they were that close.

He kept that from me.

Yeah, I know that.

You know what?

Ryan's not that 17-year-old boy

who walked out
on his pregnant girl.

And you are not that 17-year-old
girl anymore, either.

You really do suck.

You know that, right?

I'll take that.

Everything okay?

JD?

Wait, what's going on?

..where it appears the vehicle

slammed into
the safety barricade,

plunging into the river below.

Divers are still trying
to access the wreckage,

but at this point,
the only known survivor

is visiting US drug czar,
John Callaghan.