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[Mackey]

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

The whole thing's upside down.

Incoming! Striker 1 is going down!

[DeShawn] Corporal Hanley was one of the Marines

Mackey rescued in Pakistan.

[Mackey] Everyone involved in

the rescue mission is dead.

-Everyone except you. -[Explosion booms]

My name is Rashid Rahmati and I have evidence

of an American war crime.

-[Gunshot] -He walked through the rubble.

-[Gunshot] -Executing the survivors.

[DeShawn] So we're looking for an extremely well-resourced

drug syndicate that spans Afghanistan.

[Rashid] I know of only one. The Collective.

Meyers is part of The Collective?

-He is The Collective, JD. -[Knife swishes]

[Ally] Your boss is not unconflicted

when it comes to Meyers.

I need a clean feed out of NCIS.

You should have killed me.

[Motor chugs]

[Suspenseful music]

[Soldier] We're in position.

[Byrne] You're clear to proceed.

[Zipper buzzes]

[Metallic clunk]

[Air hisses]

-[Door thuds] -[Nadolo] Get down!

-On the ground now! -[Nadolo] Let me see your hands!

-Now! Down on your knees! -[Nadolo] Drop it!

-[Gunshot] -[Engine revs]

[Dramatic music]

[Soldier] Down! Down!

[Soldier 2] Down here. Down, down, down, down.

Bula vinaka, gentlemen.

Talk to me, Nandolo.

[Byrne] You boys okay?

All good, my brother.

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

Nice work, fellas.

[Footsteps approach]

Can I help you?

[Byrne] FBI! Hands in the air!

Byrne's in trouble.

[Byrne] Get down!

-[Men grunt nearby] -Byrne, are we good, brother?

[Dramatic music]

[Nadolo] What the hell's going on?

You okay, bro?

[Dramatic music]

[Theme music]

[Mackey] 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...

-[Evie sighs] -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... -[Evie] 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?

-[JD] Mm-hm. -Guys, I've got this.

Boss. [Chuckles]

I say this with all sincerity,

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

And he's off.

[DeShawn] 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.

[Types]

[Computer notification beeps]

[Sober music]

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.

[Computer bleeps]

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

[Types] This make it easier?

[Computer bleeps]

[DeShawn] Afghanistan.

[JD] Other ideas for Trey.

Trout waders.

-[Office phone rings] -[Workers chatter]

No.

Ooh!

Jousting lessons.

Special Agent Mackey.

Special Agent Park.

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

Right back at you.

[Ally] 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.

[All] Madam Ambassador.

[Dramatic music]

We know that's Lee Meyers,

and this is one of his team.

[Computer bleeps]

[Mackey] 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.

[Computer bleeps]

Now put both knives side by side.

[Computer bleeps]

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.

[Tense music]

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.

[Dramatic music]

Looks like he just broke into the country.

With extreme prejudice.

But why?

Maybe to break Meyers out of it.

[Dramatic music]

[Car engine stops]

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.

[Sighs]

[Tense music]

[JD] 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?

[Mackey] Special Agent Park is quarterbacking

the Lee Meyers case for the FBI.

[Evie] 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?

[Ally] 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.

[Computer bleeps]

[JD] 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.

[Tense music]

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.

[Dramatic music]

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?

[DeShawn] 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.

[Folders thud]

[Tense music]

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.

[Suspenseful music]

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.

[Mackey] 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.

-[Mackey] It's still a court. -[JD] Hmm.

You just won't enjoy the constitutional protections

of US law

or an American attorney.

And when you lose, which... [Chuckles] ..you will,

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

[Dramatic music]

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.

[Chuckles]

[Whispers] Just ask Trey.

-What did you say? -You heard me.

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

-[Door opens] -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!

[Suspenseful music]

[Door thuds]

[Mackey] 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.

[Mackey] 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.

[Evie] 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.

[Chuckles]

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?

[Keyboard clicks]

[Suspenseful music]

[Trigger] Check it out.

[Intriguing music]

[Keyboard clicks]

[Blue] 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.

-[Lighthearted music] -[Trigger] Uh...

[Computer bleeps]

-[Blue] Now... -[Computer bleeps]

..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...

[Lighthearted music]

Which would mean he'd have to...

Yep.

And when we find it,

we are gonna bring it straight to you.

No.

No!

[Ryan] NCIS Sydney.

Ryan Brady. It's great to meet you.

-[Car door closes] -Jim Dempsey, AFP.

[Tense music]

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. [Chuckles]

Who's the big fella?

[Ryan] 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. -[JD] Mm.

You guys know each other?

[Mackey] You could say that.

Ryan is Trey's dad.

[Dramatic music]

[US accent] And tonight on Teen Mom: Where Are They Now?

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

[JD] Pretty sure he wasn't passing legislation at 17.

[Regular accent] Well, whatever he was passing at 17,

I would have caught it.

[US accent] Dayum.

Damn indeed!

Mackey was a goth in high school.

Interspecies romance. It is possible!

[DeShawn] Y'all need to back up.

The boss hasn't mentioned Ryan.

She must have her reasons.

Y'all got to respect that.

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

Been trying to solve this for years.

You find something, you tell me first.

[Mackey] A long way from D.C.

[Ryan] 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.

[DeShawn] 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...

[Keyboard clicks, computer bleeps]

..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. -[Computer bleeps]

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.

[Ally] 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.

[Dramatic music]

[Types]

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...

[Computer bleeps]

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

Who'd he call?

-[Types] -[Computer bleeps]

[Blue] 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.

[Evie] So, after the airport, Delta guy stole a car.

[Trigger] 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.

[Computer bleeps]

That is the sort of heavy ventilation system

we'd find on high-output drug labs.

[Ally] Kuai Tsun and Delta guy in the same place.

Let's go say hello.

[Doorbell buzzes]

[Buzzer beeps]

Look who it is. Trey Mackey.

Très bien.

-Happy birthday, bro. -[Chuckles] Thank you.

-[Door closes] -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? -[JD] Macka.

Bad guys to catch, remember?

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

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

I'll be back soon.

[Footsteps recede]

[Tense music]

[Suspenseful music]

[Door thuds]

[Suspenseful music continues]

[Frantic grunting]

[Tsun grunts frantically]

[Trigger] Wait.

Stand back.

[Whimpers]

If you pull the tape, it pulls the pin.

[Tsun whimpers]

[Suspenseful music]

[Tsun exhales]

Meyers wasn't leading us to The Collective labs.

He led us into a trap.

[Dramatic music]

[Camera clicks repeatedly]

[Doc Roy] 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.

[JD] 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. -[Ally] Good?

Meyers' people just tried to kill us.

It means we're getting somewhere.

[Dramatic music]

[Callaghan] 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.

[JD] Yeah, no worries. You've got my number.

[Callaghan] 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! [Laughs]

-[Trey] Oh! -[Ryan] Oh, happy birthday. Hey.

I got you a little something.

-[Car door closes] -It's for college.

It's nothing, really.

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

[Laughs] 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?

[JD] 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?

-[Trey] You're a kook. Own it. -[Ryan] 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.

[Tense music]

[Blue] So...this

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

-[Computer bleeps] -[Ally] Funny.

Thought it'd be more circuits and wires.

Uh, this is inside the circuits and wires.

-[Awkward music] -[Whispers] 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.

[Taps key] Just beer.

[Computer bleeps]

This is Mr. Keilman's phone.

Every year on his birthday,

he received a photo from the same account.

-And... -[Computer bleeps]

..check out the date stamps.

[DeShawn] 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.

[Computer bleeps]

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.

[Clicks tongue] You're welcome.

[Suspenseful music]

[Keyboards clack]

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.

[Dramatic music]

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

So unless we shake a leg,

Meyers gets a home-grown advantage after all.

[Crumples paper]

I could maybe help with that.

I was thinking about our missing Marine gone all Chris McCandless

somewhere in the great American wilderness.

[Computer bleeps]

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... -[Computer bleeps]

..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.

[Computer bleeps]

Grand Teton National Park.

And those mountains on the left

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

Good work, D.

[Birdsong]

-[Branch snaps] -[Bird wings flutter]

[Suspenseful music]

[NCIS leader] NCIS. Don't move!

[Urgent music]

Drop your weapon! On your knees!

Lace your fingers behind your head!

[Urgent music continues]

-[NCIS leader] ID. -[Zipper buzzes]

-[Monitor bleeps] -[Mackey] Is it him?

Is it Hanley?

-[Monitor bleeps] -[NCIS leader] Yes, ma'am.

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

Looks like we've got our witness.

[Dramatic music]

You don't remember me, do you?

Try picturing me in a flight suit.

[Suspenseful music]

[Mackey] 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.

[Tense music]

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?

[Suspenseful music]

[Trigger] 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?

[Evie] No, not really.

In fact, over the last decade,

major syndicates have coexisted

with relatively little spillover.

[Trigger] 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.

[Phone buzzes]

Uh, you want to get that?

-[Phone buzzes] -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.

[Panel bleeps]

[Door closes]

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.

[Dramatic music]

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.

[Dramatic music]

[Panel bleeps]

[JD] 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.

[Voicemail] Message received at 6:05pm.

[Trey] 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.

[Solemn music]

[Door closes]

[Solemn music continues]

[Solemn music continues]

[Doorbell rings]

[Panel beeps]

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.

[Laughs]

The next year, Bec called off Christmas.

Wow. You really do suck, huh?

Yeah, I know. I killed Christmas.

[Mackey laughs]

[JD sighs]

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.

[Sighs]

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. -[JD chuckles]

You know that, right?

I'll take that.

[Bottles clink]

[Phone chimes]

[Dramatic music]

Everything okay?

[Dark music]

JD?

Wait, what's going on?

[TV remote clicks]

..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.

[Dark music]