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-[Rock music plays] -[Occupant] Whoo!

[Tires screech]

[Occupant] Whoo!

[Engine roars]

[Rock music continues faintly]

* Went down to Santa Fe

* Where Renoir paints the walls *

-[Engine revs] -* Described you clearly *

* But the sky began to fall

Sucks to be you, bruh. Hit it!

[Tires squeal]

* Am I ever gonna see

* Your face again?

-[Tires screech] -[Engine stalls]

[Starter motor whines]

What are you waiting for?

Kick her in the guts!

Dude, I am!

[Engine starts and revs]

-[Rock song resumes] -[Tires screech]

* Am I ever gonna see your...

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. -[Scoffs]

Bruh!

-[Tires screech] -* Am I ever gonna see... *

[Metal crunches]

[Engine and music cut out]

[Pants]

-Dude! -Bruh!

-[Both] That was sick! -[Siren wails]

[Seat belts unbuckle]

[Tense music]

[Siren wails]

[Tires screech]

[Police officer] Police, stop!

[Dramatic music]

[Theme music]

[Light music]

[Notification chimes]

Mercedes sure loves an emoji, huh?

Yeah, honestly, it's a little exhausting.

What do you think that means?

[Mackey] Scissors? Uh, a haircut?

Or, you know... [Clicks tongue]

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... -[Panel bleeps]

..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?

-[Panel bleeps] -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.

-[Trigger] Ha-ha! -[JD] 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?

[Evie] 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.

[Trigger] Yeah, Evie's right, Sarge.

Ease up on the old school comms.

You don't wanna come off as desperate.

Yeah. Right. [Chuckles awkwardly]

[Message whooshes]

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.

[JD] Hmm.

-[Message whooshes] -[Blue] There.

Okay, everyone just relax.

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

[Notification chimes]

Ohh! [Smacks lips]

-"Heart split in two" emoji. -[Notification chimes]

-Ooh. -[Notification chimes]

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. [Scoffs]

"It was fun while it lasted.

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

-[Phone rings] -I feel like...

Blue?

[Trigger] Her loss, mate.

Special Agent Mackey.

-Plenty of fish in the sea. -[JD] Yeah.

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

And we've got a dead Marine.

Grab DeShawn. Let's roll.

-[Grim music] -[Camera clicks repeatedly]

[Indistinct police radio chatter]

[DeShawn] 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? -[DeShawn] 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? -[JD] 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.

[DeShawn] 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?

[DeShawn] 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.

[Sober music]

[Sprinkler ticks]

[Mackey] Looks like business is good.

What is his business again?

[JD] 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.

[Mackey] Are you serious?

Well, I figured it was best

to leave it all out on the field.

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

[Engine starts nearby]

[Engine hums]

* Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" *

[Mackey] What the hell?

You think he's seen the...

..piano?

[Piano notes play discordantly]

-Yeah, he saw it. -[Mackey] Uh-huh.

-[Engine rumbles] -[Tank tracks squeak]

Should we be worried or...

Um, nah, I got this.

Oh, cool, I feel so much better.

[Engine stops]

-Nice. -Nice.

-[Grunts] -[Playful music]

G'day, folks.

Bob Prince.

Australia's wealthiest man, 1982.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

How's it going, Shelly?

-Jim Dempsey, AFP. -Jim. [Chuckles]

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.

[Intriguing music]

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.

[Sober music]

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?

[JD] Anything missing?

There's a reason they call it a safe.

[JD] 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.

[Safe dial clicks]

[Safe opens]

[Safe closes]

[Bob] 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.

[Tense music]

[Ben] 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. [Chuckles] 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.

[Blue] Just do it exactly as we did when we rehearsed.

-And remember... -[Door opens]

-..just keep it simple. -Shh.

-[Blue] Don't go off-script... -[Mackey] Okay.

Rosie, we're here as requested.

Impress us.

Starting with a reenactment of sorts. [Chuckles]

-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. -[Chuckles]

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.

-[Eye socket squishes] -[JD groans]

Now, behind this, we found these.

-[Diamonds clink] -Hmm?

-Yeah. Hence all the eye jokes. -[Doc Roy chuckles]

Whoa.

[Intriguing music]

[Mackey] 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.

[Clicks tongue] Didn't specify which day.

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

[Mackey] 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.

[Mackey] 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.

[DeShawn] 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. -[Evie] Uh-huh.

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

-[Monitor bleeps] -[Mackey] Oh.

Six months in the slammer will do that to you.

Sarge. Courier dropped these off for ya.

[Playful music]

[JD sighs]

[Trigger] 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. [Clears throat]

Oh, not there! Over there.

All right.

-[JD sighs] -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.

-[Door opens] -Uh...

Are we done in here?

Yeah. I think so.

-Let's go talk to the media. -[JD] Okay.

-Be brave. Keep me posted. -[JD] Yeah.

[Door closes]

[Horn blows]

[Mackey] Since getting out,

our journo Bonnie Wilder now works from home.

[Engine stops]

-[JD sighs heavily] -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.

[Door closes]

Nothing would make me happier

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

But once bitten, twice shy.

[Mackey] 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.

[Dramatic music]

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.

-[Monitor bleeps] -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?

[DeShawn] 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.

[Worker] Okay, coming through.

[Worker 2] Be careful of that.

[Intriguing music]

[Evie grunts]

[Evie] Catch.

[Grunts]

[Device bleeps]

Blue, you receiving that?

[Monitor bleeps]

[Blue] Yep. Clear as glass.

[JD] Well, for a hand-sanitizer factory,

it kind of looks like a hand-sanitizer factory.

[Monitor bleeps]

-[Monitor bleeps] -[Mackey] Stop.

What's that?

[Blue types]

[Monitor bleeps]

[Blue] 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.

[Blue] 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.

[DeShawn] Mm-hm.

The discovery of which

might have gotten two people killed.

Good work, team.

[Trigger] 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?

[Evie] So this is where our stolen car was parked.

Ground zero.

We got drag marks.

[Evie] One old house under renovation, check.

[Suspenseful music builds]

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.

[Tense music]

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?

[Sighs] 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?

[Grunts repeatedly]

[Club splashes]

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?

[Mackey] Afraid not,

but we did find something.

Yeah.

We found these on Slater.

[JD] 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... -[JD] 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.

[Mackey] Mm-hm.

'Cause $10 million worth of diamonds

will fix a lot of potholes, yeah?

-Yeah. Oh, unless, unless... -[JD] Yeah?

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

[Intriguing music]

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.

[Mackey] 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.

[Mackey] 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.

[Dramatic music]

[JD] I don't trust Prince.

[Mackey] 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?

[JD sighs]

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.

[Bonnie sighs]

-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?

[Suspenseful music]

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.

[Softly] Deal.

[Marker squeaks]

-[Intriguing, playful music] -[Blue speaks inaudibly]

You're welcome.

-[Door opens] -[Blue] Ooh!

That was...

..very productive.

-[Footsteps recede] -[Door closes]

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.

[Sinister music]

[Hand brake engages]

[Car door thuds]

Mr. Prince. Our first royal visit.

And hopefully your last.

[Paper flicks]

[Mackey sighs]

I'm impressed.

You got a court order in a few hours?

I would love the name of your lawyer here.

And your judge.

[Mackey] 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. [Laughs]

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.

[Safe keypad beeps]

[Safe opens]

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.

[Sinister music]

[Door opens]

[JD] Hope you know what you're doing, Macka.

Giving the bad guy back his merch.

-[Car engine starts] -Not exactly Policing 101.

[Notification chimes]

[Mackey] Speak for yourself.

Room 1215, Grand Horizon Hotel?

What's that about?

[Evie] 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.

[Evie] 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.

[Trigger] Yeah, we do.

[Monitor bleeps]

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

and I quite like it here.

Trigger put a tracker in the pouch.

-[Siren wails] -[Surf roars]

[Tense music]

-[Siren pulses] -[Tires screech]

[Tense music continues]

[Mackey] Are you sure it's down here?

[DeShawn] Yeah, according to the tracker.

10 feet in that direction.

[Evie] We've been played. What now?

[JD] 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?

-[Intense music] -[Tires screech]

Where are we heading, guys?

Stand by. [Taps key]

[Monitor bleeps]

[Trigger] There.

Second right.

Prince with Denisov.

[Monitor bleeps]

[Trigger] Heads-up.

Two bogeys near the door. Armed.

[Suspenseful music builds]

[Blue taps keys]

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.

-[Dramatic music] -[Mackey] Yeah.

[Denisov grunts]

[Groans and coughs]

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. -[JD] Yeah.

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

I think so.

[Mackey] Yeah.

[Handcuffs clink]

[Notification chimes]

[JD and Bonnie laugh]

[JD] To Australia's greatest entrepreneur.

-And worst arms dealer. -[JD] 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. -[Bottles clink]

[Bonnie] 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.

[Unsettling music]

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.

[Bottles clink]

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

matches the DNA on one of these?

[Exhales]

[Tense music]

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?

[Bottle clinks]

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. -[Grim music]

'Aussie' Bob Prince. End of an era.

[Glasses clink]

Hey, who do you reckon gets his tank?

And his footy cards?

I'm just thinking about all those unclean hands.

-[Team laughs] -[DeShawn] All right, look.

-Next round's on me. -[Mackey] Great.

-Yes! -Nice.

Uh, six appletinis, please. Thank you.

[US accent] They out of Shirley Temples?

[Chuckles] Hey, don't knock it till you try it.

Make that seven, please.

Let me guess. West Coast, right?

-[DeShawn grunts] -Going with L.A.

[Laughs] City of 20 million people.

That's a pretty safe bet.

I'm thinking somewhere downtown. Inglewood?

-[Uneasy music] -Am I getting close?

[DeShawn scoffs]

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.

[Ally] 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.