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In its 10th
year, Talisman Sabre

is the largest bilateral
training exercise

between our two nations

and the first since signing
the AUKUS agreement.

It's a public reminder
of a friendship

that's spanned every major
conflict since World War I.

What was once the
far side of the world

is now the most contested
patch of water on the planet,

prompting our two nations to
stand side by side once again...

..to ensure this
vast swathe of ocean

remains peaceful and democratic
for generations to come.

It doesn't matter where you're
from or what flag you fly,

that is a peace
worth fighting for.

Oi!

No nukes!

Go home, Yanks!

No nuke subs!

No nuke subs! No nuke
subs! No nuke subs!

No nuke subs!
No nuke subs! No nuke subs!

Oh, wow. Watch your
toes, big fella.

Good morning, 'Rosie'.

Oh, I'll be the
judge of that, mate.

What's this? I thought all
protesters were kept off base.

- Where's McNamara?
- Did his ACL playing touch.

Blue here's with the AFP
Forensic Outreach Program,

so she's gonna tag along

for the next few weeks
till he's back on deck.

So what are we thinking?

Well, it's unclear
at the moment,

but there's swelling to
the liver and the kidneys

and there's a broken rib or two.

What do you think's caused it?

First off, I thought it might
have been a car accident,

but look at this, huh?

- Defensive wounds?
- Uh, yeah.

But have a gander up here.

I thought...

- Are you right?
- Uh...

I thought that might have
been caused by a fight.

There's a subdural
hematoma or something.

I'll know more
when I open him up.

No need. We'll
take it from here.

Special Agent
Michelle Mackey, NCIS,

stationed aboard the
USS 'Ronald Reagan'

as part of the Agent
Afloat Program.

Uh... Well, I'm Dr Roy Penrose.
I'm a forensic pathologist.

I am indentured to the AFP

while I wait for
my retirement...

..or death, whichever
comes first.

Is there something I can do for
you, Agent 'Mackay' the CSI?

NCIS, and it's 'Mackey'.

- I'm good.
- Mmm.

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

That is, Australian
Federal Police.

This is my partner Evie Cooper.

He's actually my partner.
I let him pretend.

- Yeah.
- Helps his confidence.

Special Agent DeShawn
Jackson. Great to be here.

So how can
I help you folks?

We're here to bring
Petty Officer Flynn

back to the carrier before
he's repatriated stateside.

Alright, no worries. We'll
let you know when we're done.

That won't be necessary.

Petty Officer Flynn was a
submariner on the USS 'Navajo'...

- I'm aware of that.
- ..which, like all American warships,

is sovereign US territory.

Maybe, but your boy here
died in Sydney Harbour

in waters surrounding an
Australian naval base,

so it's all us, I'm afraid.

- Sergeant...
- Just call me JD.

Sergeant, my job is
to investigate crimes

against US naval personnel.

And my job is to
enforce Australian law,

which is why I don't
want to get into

this whole pissing contest here.

- Couldn't agree more.
- Great.

So let's just accept

that I can piss further
than you can, shall we?

Hmm.

One sec.

JD.

Yes, ma'am.

Yep.
Okay, I'll be right there.

Do I have a choice?

Foreign minister's
the equivalent

of your secretary of state.

Yeah, I know.

Except she's Australian, so...

Oh.

I'm not sure
if you've noticed,

but there's a US
nuclear submarine

tied up a few hundred
meters from here.

I did notice that, yes.

First nuclear-powered warship

in Sydney Harbour
in over 40 years.

What would you call that?

- Controversial.
- Overdue.

Perhaps we could agree
on 'momentous', hm?

Trouble is all anyone's
talking about is this.

We've spent years
negotiating this,

so to read 'AUKUS'

and 'Dead in the Water'
in the same sentence...

That's why a public display
of unity is essential.

I've spoken with
the US ambassador

and we've agreed on an
extraordinary NCIS investigation

into Petty Officer
Flynn's death.

I'm sorry. NCIS investigation?

Agent Mackey
will lead the team

and you'll provide the
AFP's full resources

to help her get it done.

With all
due respect, ma'am...

..this is our turf.

We should be the
ones running the...

The decision's already
been made, Sergeant,

well north of your pay grade.

Are we clear?

- Crystal, ma'am.
- Yeah.

Sorry you had to
go through that.

I'm not so sure you are.

Are we gonna have
a problem here?

God, no.

See, I partner with visiting
American law enforcement

for a living, Agent Mackey.

So if the bigwigs reckon
it'll make better headlines

if NCIS run the
show on this one,

then who am I to argue, right?

Funny, I thought that's
exactly what you were arguing.

No, no, I get the optics.

You know, there's me

and then there's you with your
matching NCIS cap and T-shirt.

See, I came here in a Kia,

you came here in that.

So what do you say
we wrap this thing up

and get you back to your little
boat as soon as possible, huh?

A submarine's a
'boat', Sergeant.

An aircraft carrier is a 'ship'.

Whatever you say, Captain.

Oh, and, um, just
so we're clear too,

seeing as though you
can't wear a badge

or carry a gun in this country,

when it comes to doing
any actual police work,

you just let me know, yeah?

I'm all yours.

- You do that every time?
- That's how we roll.

Cruise into a port, get it
done, boom, on to the next one.

- Sounds like my last boyfriend.
- What?

Actually, come to think of
it, sounds more like me.

Hey, how'd you go, boss?
Straighten things out?

Sure did.

The NCIS is gonna run the show

and we're gonna do whatever we
can to wrap it up quick sticks.

One team, one dream,
y'all. Love that.

Alright,
let's get to it.

What do we know about
Petty Officer Flynn?

Right, so Petty Officer
2nd Class Eric Flynn -

27, born and raised in
Corpus Christi, Texas.

Six years in the
navy, last four on subs.

Recruitment profile
said he joined up

in lieu of doing a stretch.

Seemed he liked a drink and the
bar fight that came with it.

Is there a significant
other we need to inform?

Apparently not.

Flynn was single
and ready to mingle

according to the
shipmates we spoke to.

He sure was.

Sorry. I had a sneak peek
at Mr Flynn's profile.

- Sorry. Was I supposed to wait?
- No.

Never say sorry. Better to ask
forgiveness than permission.

Okay, right, sorry.

Sorry, that was...

So apparently he had a hot
date in the Rocks last night.

Can you get me an
ID and address for this Xena?

Just... I'm gonna have to
hack her profile to get that.

So just wondering
if there's, like,

a privacy angle that
I need to consider.

Absolutely. Hack it,
then keep it private.

So your boss,

not exactly the warm
and cuddly type, huh?

She can come in a
little hot, can't she?

But she's good people, you know?

It just takes a little
getting used to, is all.

- How long did it take you?
- Ooft!

We met when I was
with the JAG Corps.

- Mackey was JAG?
- Oh, God, no!

We were court martialing her.

What did she do?

See, that's a Mackey question.

Oh, come on! I won't tell.

Mn-mn! It's not for me to say.

But what I can say is
she was found not guilty.

Look, I won't lie.

Mackey doesn't always
play well with others.

What? You're only
working that out now?

But she cares, you know?

And when she likes you,
hoo-whee, look out, baby.

That's it. You're all hers.

I can't tell if that's
a promise or a threat.

There you go. You're
starting to get her already.

Damn! And there she
is, 'Bondy' Beach.

'Bondi'.

Ooh, hello!

I can see what all
the fuss is about.

Trust me, it'd be twice as
good with half the wankers.

Wait. What?

Hey there. Special
Agent Jackson, NCIS.

You certainly are.

- Uh...
- Constable Evie Cooper, AFP.

We're looking for Xena.

Xena Phobia at your service.

Why would somebody do this?

Easier to hack a real profile

than to build one
from scratch, I guess.

It's a real
violation, I know.

I don't care about
that. It's just so tacky.

Honestly, if you're gonna
hack a girl's dating profile,

at least improve it.

To be clear, then,
you weren't on a date

with an American sailor
at the Rocks last night?

Afraid not, honey.
Back-to-back shows.

But I am wide open tonight.

I'm afraid I gotta, you
know, take a rain check.

You know where to find me.

Of course.

In here.
Yeah, obviously.

White blood
count looks low. Huh.

Could be hepatitis.

So what you thinking?

What do you know
about blood count?

JD said your PhD was
in quantum computing.

It is. Well, it
was my first one.

I've got three
different supervisors

in three different departments
across three unis, so shh!

You're doing a second PhD?

- You are?
- Yes.

You're barely old enough to
vote. How's that possible?

I don't know. I just... I got
my nerd on early, I guess.

Look, I know it's only
temporary, me being here,

but thank you for
letting me hang.

No, no, no. None of that. I
wasn't aware I had a choice.

Yeah, I remember him.

He was playing pool
with some blonde

in the downstairs bar
when the trouble happened.

What kind of trouble?

Couple of blokes
got stuck into him

as soon as they heard
he was a septic.

- Wait. He was septic?
- 'Septic'.

'Septic tank'. 'Yank'.

You get used to it.

Once they worked out
he was off that American sub,

they're really got stuck in.

True to form, huh?

So I got the CCTV
footage from the bar.

With facial rec,

they make sure the
over-the-counter version sucks

so no one gets too freaked out,

but the military's
version is bananas.

Um... I didn't think
we had this stuff.

We don't. It's not our military.

What?

Boss lady told me to
swing for the fences.

Yeah, boss lady's outward bound

on a ship for Tokyo next week.

You're not. Be careful.

Whoops!

Is it always like this?

Oh, what? You don't have
traffic where you're from?

I'm from Winthrop, Iowa.

They've been threatening
to put a traffic light in

since I was a baby.

So there you go - I
knew we were gonna find

some common ground
sooner or later.

I'm from the bush too,

the little town of Gumly
Gumly outside of Wagga.

- Wagga?
- Well, Wagga Wagga, actually.

"Gumly Gumly just
outside Wagga Wagga"?

- That's the one.
- You expect me to believe that?

Hey, at least we got
traffic lights, mate.

Really? Come
on, mate. Let's go.

So... folks on the land too?

Crop-dusting business.

Ah. Okay, hence
the love of flying.

Except my brothers
got dibs on the plane.

So... joined the marines,

learned to fly combat
choppers instead.

Hm, okay.

Never liked being told how
low I could fly anyway.

Funny that.

Oh, heads up.

Oh, that's him, right? Let's go.

Hey, steady on. Police
work's on me, remember?

You just sit back, enjoy the
show, maybe take some notes.

Hey, AFP. Stop right there.

Oh, okay.

Come here! Hey, come here!

Come on! I can do this all day!

Huh!

Hey, come on!

Ugh!

Huh!

Thought I told you to stay put.

Got bored. Sue me.

You don't
look too flustered.

I'm an activist. Cops
harass me all the time.

My partner did
more than harass you, mate.

She folded you like a deckchair.

Whatever, figured you'd be

banging on my door
after what happened.

- So you admit you did it, then?
- Bloody oath!

I'm proud of it too.

People need to know the dangers

of those nuclear
subs in the harbor.

Hm, and you wanted
to do that by what?

Kill a US submariner?
Is that it?

What? What are
you talking about?

What are you talking about?

The anti-nuke banner
at the AUKUS ceremony.

- I didn't kill anyone.
- Really? Oh.

This is you, isn't it?

- No?
- No, no.

We got into a little
push-and-shove.

It's not my fault some loudmouth
Yank can't take a punch.

I barely hit the bloke.

And yet there he is,
lying on a slab in the next room.

And once we prove you
hacked Xena's dating profile

to lure him out, we got you
on premeditation as well.

This is insane! It was
nothing. He walked away!

I've got the footage to
prove it. Give me my phone.

Give me my phone!

My mate filmed it in
case security got heavy.

See? He walks away. He's fine.

Whoa, whoa. Pause it there.

Is that Xena?

This your little
blonde honey trap?

She was with the Americans,
nothing to do with me.

You can let this bloke go.

Yeah, I don't think so.

- He's not our guy.
- What?

Flynn was dead no matter
what happened in that fight.

How can you be so sure?

Because he's radioactive.

All US personnel...

And you're sure we can't
just tow it back out to sea?

That is a $5 billion

state-of-the-art
warship, Sergeant.

Yeah, that's leaking
its state-of-the-art

radioactive waste
into Sydney Harbour.

How long till we can
get eyes on board?

There's a specialist NAVSEA team

en route from San
Diego as we speak.

That's it? There's
no one closer?

Nuclear propulsion is
the most closely guarded

secret in the US Navy.

Not everyone gets to pop the
hood on one of those bad boys.

I hope there's still a hood to
pop by the time they get here.

Relax.

We have used nuclear warships

for the last 70 years
without incident.

They don't break. Trust me.

Oh, how do you know?

Most closely guarded
secret in the navy.

This is JD.

They what?

They just rocked
up and grabbed him

halfway through the autopsy.

Colonel Richard
Rankin, DOD Attaché.

Friend of yours?

Never met him before.

And this bloke, he's
got the authority

to come in here and grab
Flynn's body like that?

In theory. Rankin's
DOD, Flynn was Navy.

Still, I would've expected
a little heads-up.

Yeah, you know how
this looks, right?

An irradiated sailor from
a nuclear sub disappears.

- Sergeant...
- Rankin's trying to bury the evidence

to make sure nothing
disrupts the AUKUS deal.

- I get it. I'll talk to him.
- Great. Let me know when.

Due respect, I don't think
that's such a good idea.

With all due respect, I don't
care! This is my harbor.

And this is my investigation.

We can, um,
totally do this later.

- 100%.
- Or we can do it now.

- Yep.
- Sure thing. No problemo.

So, uh, we just came back

from where the 'Navajo'
crew are quarantining

until they test
negative for radiation.

- Well, most of them anyway.
- Most of them are testing?

Most of them were there.

One failed to
muster this morning.

Lieutenant O'Leary. Left
base same time as Flynn.

- Never returned.
- You're kidding me.

Two submariners
from the same ship?

- 'Boat'.
- 'Boat'.

And what are the chances O'Leary
is radioactive as well, huh?

Well, if he is, the next 24
hours is gonna be critical.

After that, we can't
do much for him.

Unless he's already dead in a
ditch somewhere as we speak.

If that's the case, then
the least we can do is...

..spell his name correctly.

- Pull his file.
- We did.

You're not gonna like it.

Right.

- I want his phone.
- It's off.

- Credit card?
- Got it, boss.

Put out a city-wide BOLO -

hotels, hospitals,
halfway houses.

The clock is ticking, people.

Hey, who's the old dude?

Bob Hawke - the
last of Australia's

larrikin prime
ministers, apparently.

He held the world record for the
fastest yard of beer ever drunk.

Wait. Hold on. You guys
measure your beer by the yard?

- Do I look like I drink beer?
- Man!

You know, we do
presidential libraries.

You guys do prime
ministerial bars.

That's dope.

Sorry about the mess.

Big function last night.

Who knew craft brewers
were so into dress-ups?

I love craft brewing.

And dress-ups, come
to think of it. Rawr!

Are you done?

- Constable Evie Cooper.
- Special Agent DeShawn Jackson.

- NCIS...
- AFP...

AFP. We're Looking for this guy.

Last known use of
his credit card

was in here around
9pm last night.

Oh, yeah, yeah, he was here.
You couldn't miss him. Huh!

Schlubby-looking dude walks in.

A minute later, the fittest
woman in the joint's

all over him like a rash.

- Look like they knew each other?
- Not at all.

She just beelined for him
as soon as he arrived.

Can you describe her?

Um, yeah, she was hot,
but in a kind of...

..a Eurotrash kind of way.

Blonde and, um, stacked.

We're gonna need to see
your security footage

of the function.

No can do, comrade.

Trust me, comrade, you
don't wanna do that.

I'll just come back
with a warrant,

a health inspector if I have to.

No, it's not that. It's just
that we don't do surveillance.

Bob Hawke wasn't big on spies.

Special Agent Mackey,
Colonel Richard Rankin.

Good to meet you.
Heard great things.

And you're already lying to
me. Not a good start, Colonel.

Oh, just trying to be polite.

I don't need polite. I need
Petty Officer Flynn back.

I'm afraid
that's out of my hands.

What do you mean?

The Prime Minister's
been briefed.

He's keen to keep
it under wraps.

And how do we do that?

The sub's docked in the
middle of Sydney Harbour.

Rest assured, the
PM's acutely aware

of the sensitivities
around that.

You mean he's playing nice
for our American overlords?

Sergeant, you're out of line.

Out of line? Like snatching
a body mid-autopsy?

This is an ongoing
investigation.

You already solved
it, Agent Mackey.

The man died of
radiation exposure.

From what? Those
reactors don't fail.

You know as well as I do.

You're an
investigator. I get it.

But in this instance,
you're seeing things

that just aren't there.

Like Flynn's body?

Or Lieutenant
O'Leary's service file?

You want answers. I get it.

But our relationship
with the Americans

has dimensions I can't
expect you to understand.

Still, how am I
supposed to do my job

if I'm being kept in the dark?

Experienced campaigner,
I'm sure you'll find a way.

Like I said, I did
a little digging

into you, Special Agent Mackey.

And?

And it's clear you barely
survived that court martial.

You don't know the
first thing about me.

Well, I know the Marine
Corps tried to end you

and there's folks out there

looking for any excuse to
finish what they started.

I spoke to
your boss, by the way.

He's a fan. Earmarked you for
big things down the track.

You just have to get there.

Just find O'Leary and call me.

The rest will take
care of itself.

How'd you go with Rankin?

Oh, that good, huh?

Told me to play nice or I can
kiss my career goodbye. You?

Same. Like they compared notes.

Don't know if that
makes me feel better

or a whole lot worse.

Mmm.

Does finding O'Leary
count as playing nice?

Room 28, second floor.

The owner confirmed O'Leary
checked in with a lady friend,

but without an apostrophe
in his last name.

Go, Rosie. I knew that
sour son of a bitch

would come in handy
at some point.

- I'll tell him you said that.
- What?

We could open that door and
find him glowing in a bathtub.

Or he's just making
up for months

trapped in a tin can
with a bunch of blokes.

Either way, I'm not taking...

Here.

Lieutenant O'Leary, I'm
Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

This is Sergeant
Jim Dempsey, AFP.

We are coming in. I want to
see your hands. You understand?

- What are you thinking, Rosie?
- I'm thinking it's 3am.

I shouldn't have answered the
bloody phone, but that helps.

Still, seeing
as you're here?

Well...
..he's not radioactive.

- So that's something.
- Yeah.

Cause of death's a 9mm round,

entered just below his mandible,

exit north of his
occipital lobe.

Self-inflicted?

Ah, hard to say

till I check for
ballistics residue,

but I do have a dead
bloke with a gun

and a 'farewell,
cruel world' note.

- Paints a picture.
- That's what I'm worried about.

Undisturbed 24 hours
after check-in.

That's a lot of foreplay.

Bathroom window's open.
Screen's pushed out.

And there's that.

"We are what we do, but
I didn't do enough."

It's a bit poetic for a
suicide note, isn't it?

Yeah, the whole
thing feels staged.

Didn't need that on
an empty stomach.

What have you got?

So we tracked O'Leary

to a cowboy-themed
craft brew meet-up.

Where he hooked up with a
very attractive lady friend.

Take a swing at her hair color.

Why don't you
show me the footage

and save me the suspense?

I would, but the
ironic mustaches

at the Bob Hawke Beer
and Leisure Centre

don't believe in CCTV.

They do, however,
believe in photo booths.

And as luck would have it...

First the dating app, now this.

Is she sloppy or is
she messing with us?

- Think she was here too?
- Sure like to ask her.

And I'd sure like
to get Mr O'Leary

back to my rooms
for the autopsy,

if that's not too much to ask.

We bring O'Leary back to base,

they come snatch him
too, just like Flynn.

No body, no fallout.

Someone tell me I'm wrong.

So, what if we
don't take him back?

Ooh-hoo!

How good is that?

This place is crazy,
Doc. How'd you find it?

You been around as
long as I have, son,

- you know where all the secrets are.
- Damn straight.

I used to come here every
New Year's Eve with my wife

and we'd get a nice bottle of
plonk, treat ourselves to that

and then we'd take
in the old fireworks.

Yeah.

Best seats in the house.

Eternal rest
grant unto him, my Lord,

and let perpetual
light shine upon him.

May he rest in peace. Amen.

You right?

Sorry, sorry.

It... The blood
panels are cooking.

I'm just waiting
for the read-out.

You know, I'm impressed.

Not many people know the
Prayer of Eternal Rest.

How'd you know?

- How do I know?
- Yeah.

I have been bloody
doing this for 40 years.

You could say my entire
life is death. Hmph!

More to the point...

..how do you know?

- TikTok.
- Good on you.

How's that
for confidence-building?

Gotta trust them
to stop a bullet,

but whatever you
do, don't drop 'em.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you know, fun fact -

Aussies survived
Japanese POW camps

at higher rates than
any other nationalities.

You need to sleep.

- You know why?
- 'Cause you're delirious?

'Cause we shared everything.

Right down to the
last bowl of rice.

Officers, grunts, didn't matter.

We'll be fine.

Hey, Jim, come here!

- Check it again.
- What is it?

Um, what's-it-called's
got something to show ya.

Um, O'Leary's blood panel -

confirmation he's
not radioactive,

all totally normal, except that.

Uh, what am I looking at?

That spike is sodium pentothal.

So he died from being shot
up by sodium pentothal?

No, the small amount
in O'Leary's blood

would actually have some
kind of euphoric effect.

So he was getting high?

If by 'high', you
mean a decrease

in cortical brain function

designed to encourage
a loss of inhibition...

For the cheap seats, Blue?

Heh! Um, so before
he died from

a gunshot wound to the head,

it's likely that he was
shot up with a truth serum.

Hm.

O'Leary was a nuclear submariner

with a sealed personnel file.

Sounds to me like he might have
been keeping a secret or two.

Just so I'm clear,
are we talking about

a leaking nuclear sub or
leaking nuclear secrets?

I don't know, but I
know someone who might.

You're to report to
the carrier by 0900 hours.

The Admiral takes a dim view

of concealing dead sailors
from the chain of command.

I've also spoken with AFP.

Fair to say they're not thrilled

with your part in this
whole fiasco either.

Come again? One of your subs
has leaked into my harbor.

But you seem a little
more interested

in saving your own ass than
looking after your people.

So you want to talk
about fiascos, Colonel?

Expect a call from your boss.

I'll deal with my boss when I'm
done with the investigation.

There is no more investigation.

The NAVSEA team are onboard
the 'Navajo' as we speak.

They're reporting elevated
levels of radiation

in the cooling system.

So the reactor is leaking.

Was. It was minor.

Enough to kill Flynn.

And O'Leary's guilt at
not discovering it sooner

led him to take his own life.

Why would O'Leary feel guilty?

Because he worked
in the reactor room

as part of the propulsion team,

hence his classified access.

That's why his
file's sealed, right?

I need to speak with NAVSEA.

You're not speaking with anyone.

You're both so keen
to one-up each other,

you invented a crime
that never existed.

It's over...

..much like your careers.

You need to see this.

Go on. You're on.

- You tell them what you found.
- Okay.

So I was cleaning up after
they took Mr Flynn's body

and I found clumps of
hair on the ground.

- Flynn's hair.
- Flynn's hair on the ground.

I don't understand. I thought
he lost it in the fight.

So did I, but turns out it was
because of radiation exposure,

but it kept on falling
out postmortem.

Okay, either way,
how is this news?

We already knew
he was irradiated.

Well, I...

..I analyzed the
hair follicle sample

and the results just came in.

Let me guess - Flynn didn't
die from radiation poisoning

and we've all got
egg on our faces?

No, he... he did,
just not from radium

like you would expect
from a leaky reactor.

So according to his hair sample,

he died from exposure
to polonium-210.

Polonium's that
radioactive isotope

the FSB used to kill
that guy in London.

We need to let JOC know.

Know what?

That we suspect the
Russians poisoned Flynn

and emptied the
'Navajo' of her crew,

then tortured O'Leary to
steal nuclear secrets?

- That's insane!
- Yeah, is it, though?

I mean, we found polonium,
NAVSEA found radium.

Someone's got it wrong.

And just for the
record, it wasn't me.

Which means either
NAVSEA is lying...

Or Rankin's not
playing straight.

- Mm.
- One way to find out.

What? No, no, no.
Hey, hey. Listen.

We'd have to break in.

We've got zero
authority anymore.

Then we got nothing to lose.

Come on, Sarge. Live a little.

Special Agent
Michelle Mackey, NCIS.

- Where's the rest of your team?
- I'm it, ma'am.

We're on skeleton crew on
account of, you know...

Sure, this won't take long.

Ma'am, I'm under orders

not to let anyone
inside the wire

until the NAVSEA team's
cleared the vessel.

That's why we're here.

They found traces of radiation
in the coolant system.

We have orders from JOC
to verify the readings.

Uh, I haven't received any
operational update, ma'am.

Till I do, I can't let you pass.

Your funeral, son.

Admiral Phillips, please.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Agent Mackey, sir.

I'm here with Petty
Officer... Tan.

No, sir, we're still shipside.

Seems to be an
issue with access.

Yes, sir.

Petty
Officer Tan, sir.

Now, son, you
are going to let them through

or that strange sensation
you're gonna be feeling

in the seat of your pants

will be my boot up your ass!

You'll be cleaning latrines
in Gitmo within a week!

- Yes, sir.
- You like that?

- Join the damned Air Force!
- I understand, Admiral.

- Understand?!
- Yes, sir.

How's Doc's American accent?

Pretty convincing, apparently.

I guess you can add
ordering a subordinate

to impersonate an admiral
to your charge sheet.

As my dad used to say,

"If two wrongs don't make
a right, try a third."

Y'all can't be in here.

The whole place is
a restricted zone.

Yeah, I heard.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Lieutenant Commander
Brandis, NAVSEA San Diego.

I'm afraid it's not safe
for you guys to be here.

Why? Have you found something?

'Cause, uh...

..I'm getting nothing here.

Mind if we take a look around?

I do, ma'am.

I have fleet-level
orders that give me

operational control
of the situation.

I can't let you
aboard that ship.

Ship?

I thought you navy guys
called it a 'boat'.

Seems they have some
confusion over chain of command.

It happens.
I understand.

I have our orders right here.

Everybody, move!

Split up! Go, go, go! Move!

Oh!

- Put the gun down.
- I don't think so!

Put your guns on the ground
or you leave me no choice.

Evie, don't you dare!
I'm counting to three.

One, two... three!

Hey, asshole.

Mackey! You okay? You okay?

Hey, look at me, look
at me, look at me.

Damn... Oh, you good?

Oh! That was some shot, cowboy.

You really are from the country.

There's easier ways
to get me to prove it.

You good?

Oh!

No! Hey!

I'm guessing we need some
kind of clearance to do this.

I'd have thought so.

Hey, what the hell?!

Okay, I've got
eyes on. They're up ahead.

They're heading for open sea.

Yeah, don't
worry. I know. I got this.

Pull up beside them.

This is NCIS Special
Agent Mackey.

Step away from the controls

and raise your hands
so I can see them.

They're not
stopping, Mackey.

They're gonna get away.

- What now?
- Time to kick it up a notch.

Gonna herd them back around.

I see them down there.

Come on!

How do you like that?

Back left, back left. Going
back left! Going back left!

Alright, they're going
straight out. Let's go.

Let's chase them,
let's chase them.

Stay on them, stay on them.

Investigators are
pointing to a ruptured fuel line

as the cause of the fire
that claimed the lives

of all three fishermen on board.

That's the best
they could come up with?

A fishing accident?

Oh, yeah, what did they
use as bait? Semtex?

Come on.
Take the win, hey?

It's much better
than the alternative.

It's been real, yo.

Good man.

Tell you one thing
- as an office,

this is gonna be
bloody hard to top.

- Oh!
- Last one out, kill the lights.

Alright.

I get it.

What are you gonna do
after they fire you?

Go back to teaching,
probably. You?

Haven't worked it out yet.

Can you cropdust from a chopper?

Come.

All evidence points to a
sleeper cell going back years.

They'd infiltrated NAVSEA

with the sole aim of penetrating
America's nuclear secrets.

Few will ever
know how close they got.

Congratulations to you both.

For what?

This isn't over. That boat
was rigged to explode.

Somebody didn't want their guys

anywhere near an
interrogation room.

- And what about the woman?
- No sign of her yet.

- But still looking.
- Huh.

Well, what if she
wasn't on the boat?

Then I
expect that won't be

the last time that
we hear from her.

Special Agent Mackey, you
look a little shocked.

Sir, uh, I just didn't expect
to be fired by the boss, is all.

I figured you had
people for that.

Oh, I do. I'm not
here to fire you.

Not today at least.

Ken Carter, Special
Agent in Charge,

NCIS Field Office
Southeast Asia, Singapore.

I want to thank you for
hosting us, Sergeant.

I've worked with Mackey before.

It can't have been easy.

I'm right here, sir.

Happy to help. Any time.

Well, I'm
glad to hear it.

That's the kind of attitude
we need moving forward.

Moving forward? To where?

You know what? Truth is
we didn't really gel.

Like, at all. She's a
massive pain in the ass.

We can't carry weapons and
they don't even speak English.

We got lucky, to be honest.

- He means we lucked out.
- Exactly.

I understand what he
means and I don't think

luck has anything to
do with it at all,

nor does Director
Vance for that matter.

What do you think, Minister?

The beer was a nice touch.

Hmm. In and out, they said.

A week, maybe two.

Come on. It's not so bad.

Tell me you're not a little
excited to be working together.

I barely know you. I
don't even like you.

Sure you do.

Anyway, I've been more
worried about how you're gonna

break it to the Doc that he has
to stick around for a while.

You gotta admit it has
got a certain ring to it.

NCIS Sydney.

It'll be fun. Just ditch
the suit, relax a little.

Play your cards right, I
might even slip you a T-shirt.

- Oh, you wouldn't.
- Try and stop me.

Come on, partner. Beer's on me.