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We need to
clear all this stuff.

Whoa!

You right, mate?

Don't move!

Come on!

Come on, let's go!

Someone call an ambulance!

Ambulance!

Nice work, Cooper.

Piece of cake. Go
get 'em, tiger.

Easy for you to say. At
least your person was human!

I'm going toe to toe
with the missing link!

Repeat after me.

"My name is DeShawn

"insert middle
name here Jackson."

My name is DeShawn
Anthony Jackson.

And I may be able to go toe to
toe with the missing link...

for a moment.

Really? A whole moment?

Friends don't lie.

Surprise him.

All right.

Let's dance, big man.

Hey, yo! Hey, what's
that over there?

- Whoo!
- Oh!

Best of three?

With the exception of

what we've just seen,

skill sets between agencies

are equivalent and
exceptionally high.

He's big!

And
you two really are

setting a top-tier
benchmark for your team.

We got the same score?

What? Which section?

All of it.

That's not good.

Mackey don't do ties.

Yeah, neither does JD.
This is gonna eat him up.

I thought you'd both be pleased.

Stoked.

Yeah. What he said.

This is Mackey.

- He was big, man.
- Yeah.

Copy that.

Go get cleaned up.

We've got a bus to catch.

What's up, girl?

You done already?

Just getting some air.

It's like an oven in here.

You good? You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Yeah.

Oh, mate!

Jeez, I tell ya, I spent some
time in Fallujah some years ago,

but it's got nothing on
this - this is a sauna.

- Let me scoot past you, Doc.
- Thanks, man.

Careful there.

What are we looking at, Rosie?

Well, he's got two jackets on
when a T-shirt would suffice.

Less sartorial,
more cause of death.

Well, um, he's got burst
blood vessels behind his eyes.

Bruised, likely broken
ribs from the CPR.

But we will not know
the cause of death

until we get off the good
old 333 express to Bondi.

We sure our friend's Navy?

I didn't think male
sailors wore earrings.

Hair's not regulation either.

So all we've
got's the jacket.

Could have picked
that up anywhere, no?

Looks like brand-new merch
from the USS 'Pascal',

which can only be
purchased from ship stores

and only Navy personnel
can board Navy ships.

I'm guessing the USS
'Pascal's in town?

Made port from San
Diego three days ago.

DeShawn? Got an ID yet?

Phone but no wallet.

Who rolls without a wallet?

Hey, get me the
CCTV footage, okay?

Got it, EGOATs.

EGOATs?

Oh! Equal greatest of all time.

You know, not to be
confused with EGOT -

Emmy, Grammy,
Oscar, Tony winner.

Yeah, no confusion here, mate.

Equal!

Talk about a GOAT!

Now, this bloke has had

two simultaneous
cardiovascular events -

he had an aortic dissection
and a cardiac tamponade!

- Congenital?
- Nah, no one's that unlucky.

Got an ID yet?

Ran his prints through
the US Naval database.

Nothing.

He died wearing brand-new
merch from a US Navy ship

that just made port.

That is not nothing, D.

Neither is this.

The blood panels just came in.

- Oh!
- That marker is cocaine.

Yeah, of Pablo
Escobar proportions.

That explain the heart failure?

Maybe, but...

there was no drugs
in his nasal mucosa.

- That's because...
- Maybe he was injected?

- Hot shot?
- Actually, no...

Check for balloons.
He might be a mule.

- One might have burst.
- It's not in his tummy either!

He overdosed through his
skin from what's in here.

And that is...

What you get

when you soak his jacket
in warm, salty water

to extract the liquid cocaine

that the jacket was
impregnated with.

Let me get this straight.

John Doe goes for a trot
wearing two jackets,

sweating his arse off...

Causing uncut cocaine to
leach out of the jacket

and into his skin.

It's classic dermal absorption.

So some
criminal mastermind

came up with the idea to
soak the jacket in sweat

to remove the drugs?

No. No, it's not about, um...

extracting the drugs
from the fabric.

You're right, though -
John Doe's sweat did that.

It's about extracting the
drugs from the resulting liquid

without loss and contamination.

Turn that liquid into
powder, you get...

Cocaine.

Yes, almost.

The chemistry is tricky.

You need the exact compound
to unlock the drugs,

otherwise all you have
is John Doe in a jacket

that will get you super
high and super dead.

I don't do super dead.
And I don't do John Does.

Find out who he is

and why he's
wearing that jacket.

Yo, take a look at this.

What do you make
of these two guys?

Think they're trying to
help or hurt the guy?

Check him.

You sure you're all right?

You've been a
little off all day.

Uh, actually, I'm not...
I'm not feeling great.

I'm gonna work from home.

Wait, what?

What are you doing?

Hello, Jess.

You wanna ask Cue Ball here to
point that thing somewhere else?

Oi.

You're in my house, uninvited.

What do you want?

I'm here to change your life.

- Hard pass.
- I'm serious.

Got something big going on
you're gonna wanna be a part of.

You still cooking?

It's like riding a bike.

With less protective headgear.

And more guns in my face.

Please, Jess.

We lost ours.

You're the best I know.

How do you lose a cook?

Whoa, hey, hey! Relax.

Jess is cool. We go way back.

Come on.

At least meet the boss.

Come through here.

Petty Officer Leeson will
be with you in a moment.

Bingo.
Here's the jacket.

Same tag, minus
the price sticker.

Could have been a gift.

You know, Mum always said,

"Make sure you take
the price tag off

"before you wrap it, Jim."

Mom have any other pearls of
wisdom that will help the case?

I'm not sure if it's
relevant, but she used to say,

"Only floss the teeth
you wanna keep."

Aww. Mama's boy. Figures.

Oh, Evie's gone home sick.

She hasn't taken a sick
day since I've known her.

Ma'am. Sir.

Petty Officer Leeson.
You wanted to see me?

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.
You run the ship store?

- Correct, ma'am.
- You seen this guy?

He was found dead this morning

wearing some of your
ship store merch.

Never seen him, sir. Any idea
what he might have bought?

A USS 'Pascal' bomber jacket.

You sell any recently?

Yes, ma'am. Let's see.

We got three bomber jackets
sold this trip. What size?

XXL.

Two large, one medium.

Doesn't mean one couldn't have
been bought on a previous tour

and packed in luggage, though.

- Any thefts, any missing?
- No, sir.

We run a tight ship here.

Still, just
for fun, let's print out

a sales log and
check your stock.

Yes, ma'am.

All right.

Anything from CCTV yet?

Still on it, boss.

Sending you the 'Pascal'
store inventory.

Contact San Diego.

Cross-reference their
outbound manifest.

I'll get on it as
soon as I'm back.

Where are you?

You haven't caught what
Evie's got, have you?

Negative, boss.

- Fit as a fiddle.
- Good.

I need all hands on deck.

Well, well...

Good news!

I cracked John Doe's phone.

Okay, anything
interesting on it?

What's most interesting
is what's not on it.

No phone numbers,
texts, nothing.

Like the phone's been scrubbed.

All that's left is this.

One photo taken six
minutes before he died.

Can you ID those blokes
in the background?

I'm trying, but you
zoom in too much

and they're basically
just 'Minecraft'.

Try harder.

Smart money says John
Doe took their photo

six minutes before
he died for a reason.

Hey, how are you getting on

extracting the cocaine
from the liquid?

Ugh. Um...

In less good news,

I'm officially today's WOAT.

- WOAT. The worst of all time.
- Okay.

It needs chemistry chops
that I just don't have.

That scares me. Who does?

Get me everything you can
on known cartel chemists.

DEA, Crime Commission,
Interpol - all of it.

Yeah, she's here.
We got her now.

Don't tell me I'm here
to cook protein powder.

You dragged me down
here to meet your boss.

Where is he?

Ooh, this is nice!

- You lost, mate?
- Nah, bro.

Just, uh, tryin'
to make some gains.

Tryin' to get big
like you. You feel me?

- No, I don't feel you.
- Come on.

Just, you know, hook a
brother up with a free trial.

Yeah, we don't do those here.

Okay. Yeah, that's cool.

Well, um, how much
is a membership?

There's a wait list, bruv.

For this place? For real?

There's another gym down
the road a couple of blocks.

Probably be more your speed.

Kane...

My speed? You know...
what... what's that mean?

What do you think?

Oh! I get it.

You know, wait
list for my people.

Got a problem with
my people, bruv?

That it?

I do now.

What the hell's going on?

- Get out of here!
- Whatever trouble you're in...

Oi! Get him out of here.

Park it up, T.

This is Jess.

She's the new cook.

Hey.

Are you sure
you don't know him?

The guy whose arse
I just kicked?

Nah, never met him before.

So you just overreacted, then?

Look, this genius was about to
pull a piece in a crowded gym.

I don't need that in
my life right now.

I didn't chase this.

Your guys came to me, okay?

I'm out.

Hey, hey. Jess, Jess.

You wanted a cook.

I brought you a cook.

I can't do what she
does. None of us can.

So either we do this or you
tell El Maestro not to come

and explain to the boss
why we're 25 mill short.

- Kane said you've been away?
- Thailand.

- Last few years.
- Who'd you cook for up there?

Somebody who doesn't like their
employees talking out of school.

All right, then.

I'm good.

Little early for me.

I wasn't asking.
See, one's coke.

The other's hydrochloric acid.

If you're as good as Kane says,

you'll be able to
tell them apart.

Well, don't worry. The acid
probably won't kill you.

It will strip the
lining from your nose

and burn clean
through your septum.

They're both hydrochloric acid.

Shopping list.

Oh, come on.

Okay, I can get you a spare key
if you just give me a second.

Or a carpenter.

Uh, Evie's sick and
working from home.

She can't find her keys.

And she thinks she's locked them

inside her drawer
that is locked.

You know, classic Evie.

Hear back from San Diego yet?

Um...

Naval Supply Depot embarked six
boxes of jackets in San Diego.

How many were at the ship store?

One.

One? We're missing five boxes.

Five boxes, 10 jackets per
box. That's a lot of gear.

All coming in from
a US Navy vessel.

I think it's time
we had a second chat

with Petty Officer Leeson
about those missing boxes.

Hey, what happened there?

Missing link. You know, few more
seconds, I would have had him.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey, what do we know about

replenishment protocols
for visiting ships?

Pretty basic logistics.

Food and supplies come
on. Trash comes off.

- Blue?
- On it.

I'll track all the vehicles

that serviced the 'Pascal'
while making port in Sydney.

Oh. Uh-huh.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

So Leeson disembarked after we
met and hasn't been seen since.

So we've lost our lead

and still no closer to
ID'ing our dead guy.

We're not really kicking too
many goals, are we, team?

No, not true.

John is a Doe no more.

I found a titanium
rod in his femur

and I traced the serial number.

And worked out whose
leg it was inside of.

- Old school.
- Go, Rosie.

His name's Robert Goddard.

Okay, let's see where

our friend Robert
Goddard leads us.

Try Interpol, DEA and AFP
now that we have a name.

It's not his only name.

Something you wanna share, D?

- Acetone?
- Check.

Dichloromethane?

Nuh.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- You followed me?
- From the gym. Yeah.

Who's Robert Goddard

and why does his license
say Dylan Brooks?

Look, I found it in your drawer.

Inside my locked drawer.

Nice one, partner. Classy.

Classy? Like holding back
evidence from your team?

We watched the bus CCTV.

Who are your friends out there?

Most of them are local
hires for the Ramos cartel.

What do
we know about 'em?

Next to nothing,

but the locals are sweating the
arrival of the cartel's chemist.

Arriving from where?

- This chemist got a name?
- El Maestro.

That's all I got.

How's Goddard fit in?

He was undercover drug squad.

I'm his replacement.

- Yeah, because he's dead!
- Exactly!

And every single moment
I'm here with you

puts a target on my
back when I walk out.

- So don't walk out.
- It doesn't work like that.

I didn't ask for any of this.

Kane forced my hand.

If I blow my cover, he dies.

I walk out with you, he dies.

He is not my responsibility.

You are.

- I'm sorry.
- Evie!

So that's it? We're not
even gonna run surveillance?

Not yet. It's
too risky for Evie.

Not until we find
out more first.

So we're just gonna
let her swing?

We wouldn't have to if you
told us about this earlier.

Hey.

Detective Dan Skelton.
State drug squad.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Jim Dempsey. What can we
do for you, detective?

Our systems pinged
someone from your office

running a search
on one of my guys.

Robert Goddard is one of yours?

I'm not gonna
comment on specifics.

Someone used a US Navy ship to
smuggle drugs into the country.

Care to comment on that?

Obviously
that's news to you,

otherwise you would have brought
us up to speed on the operation.

You know, as a
professional courtesy.

Mmm, well, undercover's
tight hold.

I'm sure you can
appreciate that.

So if you let me grab Goddard,

we'll get out of your hair.

When I got the alert, I
assumed you had him in custody.

What the hell happened?

Was he targeted?

Well, all we know right now is

he... he suffered a
major coronary event.

Sorry you had to
hear it like this.

I'll get a team down here
and retrieve the body.

Sorry, mate. Afraid
we can't do that.

Excuse me?

He's part of an
ongoing investigation.

Yeah. My investigation.

Into the Ramos cartel?

We hear El Maestro
is on his way.

What do you know about him?

Bugger all.

No one's ever seen him.

Guy's an enigma.

Can I throw another
name at you, then?

Off the record.

Constable Evie Cooper.

She's one of yours, isn't she?

I believe prior to that
she was one of yours.

Cooper's back inside.

I beg your pardon?

Authorized by whom?

- We're working on it.
- No, you're not.

You're tanking a two-year
operation is what you're doing.

What's going on?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

Help us understand the
connective tissue here.

Look, Cooper predates me.

- Word is she was moved on.
- Why?

Apparently she got involved
with another operative

and compromised an operation.

With Kane?

That's who you're
talking about, right?

I need to
report this to Command

and I need to call his wife.

You find out who did this,
you call me. Thank you.

Hey!

So, um, I was able to
trace down the trucks

that removed gear
from the 'Pascal'.

And these three
beauties caught my eye.

So each were idle en route
for around five minutes.

Two of them were
at petrol stations,

but truck's gotta drink.

Which leaves... this place.

The building is owned by a
company called Smart Haulage.

What do they haul?

Not much, considering

they went belly-down
three years ago.

I think it's 'belly-up', Blue.

Bad for them, but maybe...

good for us.

Clear!

Clear!

Mackey!

Jackets?

Nope.

Here!

Is that Leeson?

Yeah. It was.

Guess he's not AWOL anymore.

Jeez, they were
not mucking around.

There's 17 puncture
wounds and counting.

It's cartel SOP.

Someone wanted Leeson to talk.

Or not to talk.

That's the logistics
chief, port operations

who loaded the jackets onto
the 'Pascal' in San Diego.

What's left of him, anyway.

Dead guy there, dead guy here.

Both ends of the supply chain.

- That's cold.
- And smart.

Dead men tell no tales.

- Blue?
- I just sent something through.

What am I looking at?

Okay, so

cocaine has a specific
isotope ratio.

Even though I can't
extract the powder itself,

I was still able to trace
the cocaine's signature

to here -

Ucayali.

A tiny province of Peru,

not the tiny guitar of Hawaii.

This entire valley is
controlled by the Ramos cartel,

where their coca leaf is grown.

Okay, Evie told us it was
the Ramos cartel already.

- That's not news, Blue.
- I know. No, but this is.

So based on that specific
narcotic signature,

we can see that their drugs
end up all over the world.

And here pretty soon.

Another hour and we'd have
caught them red-handed.

Yeah.

You missed them by a hair.

The coke is
embedded in the lining.

You know, this whole thing
would be a lot easier

if you just showed
me the lab set-up.

- Get a jump on things.
- You'll see it when you need to.

Well, I need to see it now.

How am I supposed to
get my head around

the extraction
process otherwise?

You won't.

You brought me in to assist.

Check your ego on
this one, Jess.

- El Maestro's next level.
- Yeah, who cares?

I don't like working
with people I don't know.

- Neither do I.
- What's his process?

Does he speak English?

Have you worked
with the guy before?

No one's ever seen him.

He shows up, does his magic,

then disappears again
in a puff of smoke,

like he's gonna do tomorrow.

He's not the type to tolerate
mistakes, so early night.

- You're staying with Kane.
- Like hell I am!

Or you're staying with me.

You hungry?

Order some takeaway. I got
some beers in the fridge.

You put a gun to my head.

In my own house!

It's the only way
I could play it.

That guy at the
gym was my partner.

And I coldcocked him.

I hurt him, my friend.

Because of you.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.

You lost that ability
a long time ago.

You wanna know why I got out?

That's why.

You haven't even
mentioned Robbie once!

Oh, come on, man! He
was your best mate!

He dies and all you can think
about is you're down a cook.

I can't think about
Robbie right now.

I just gotta get
through tomorrow.

Why didn't you help him?

What?

I saw the tapes.

You could have given him
CPR, taken him to hospital.

- Instead, you ran.
- There was nothing I could do.

He was gone, Evie.

We pull out now, his
death is for nothing.

Why did he run with that jacket?

I don't know, Robbie was
paranoid towards the end.

Got the feeling like he
felt someone was off.

- Maybe he was off.
- No way.

Not Robbie. You knew him.

Then why didn't he come to you?

You think I'm bent?

Say the words.

Feels like yesterday.

That was a lifetime ago.

We're here now.

You know how it goes.

Once you commit,
there's no backing out.

Hey.

I know you're scared.

Me too.

But I won't let
anything happen to you.

I promise.

I promise.

You just gotta trust me.

Like I have a choice.

Hey! Got this
from a buddy at the DEA.

The Ramos cartel
rolls into a town,

build a local crew,

bring in El Maestro
to extract the drugs,

then incinerate
the lab and crew.

Boom - nothing left.

Hey. Ain't gonna
happen this time.

Yeah.

Wait. Zoom out.

You're not gonna see
them any better that way.

Zoom out, Blue.

Enhance the label on the drum.

I don't think Goddard
was photographing them.

He was photographing that.

Triptahydro. You've
gotta be kidding me!

- Boss!
- What have you got?

It's not about the
two dudes in the background.

It's the barrel
in the foreground.

- What is it?
- Triptahydro.

It's a volatile
liquid accelerant.

Sort of thing you'd want on hand

if you planned on burning
the joint down at some point.

The hair strand from the
warehouse crime scene

just got a match.

It's Kane Mason.

- We gotta pull her out.
- Out from where?

We don't know where
she is. Or the lab.

- So go we find her!
- Take a breath.

- This guy killed Leeson!
- We don't know that.

He's an undercover cop, D.

Who chased Goddard onto a
bus and watched him die.

Evie's running with a killer.

Okay, so we know
where the Ramos cartel labs

have been torched all
over the world, right?

So I scanned the
flight manifests

into and out of those cities
on the dates of the fires -

no match.

But when I ran it
through facial rec,

I came up with seven different
passports but only one face.

Say g'day to Señor El Maestro.

Has he used one
of them recently?

"Domingo Quesada" boarded a
flight out of Zurich yesterday

with a 6-hour layover in Sydney.

Way to go, Blue. We at least
know who we're looking for.

- And he's coming straight to us.
- Uh, came.

His plane landed 20 minutes ago.

Hey, I need a full-court press
on Kingsford Smith Airport.

Name of Domingo Quesada. Now.

Let's move! He'll be here soon.

Well, where's the calculator?

What? What for?

Have you ever done this before?

It's not like cooking pasta.

I need exact ratios.

I get this right,
we all get rich.

I get this wrong...

We got a location for the lab.

- Behind the gym.
- Okay.

Hey, I'm no
expert on drug labs,

but I'm pretty sure the
guns-blazing approach

has limited success.

You got a better idea?

Throw a perimeter around
the place and wait 'em out?

They're not coming
out. That's the point.

Evie's never gonna make
it out if we don't go in.

Time to get creative.

He's landed.

We need to be ready to rock
once he walks through that door.

He won't have long.

Welcome to Sydney, Maestro.

Hola.

This is Jess. She's gonna
be cooking for you today.

Need anything
before we get going?

Okay.

Should we start?

Sí.

Okay.

Copy that.

They missed him at the
airport, so heads up.

The last thing we need

is the real El Maestro
crashing the party.

What do you got, Blue?

Okay, so I found a microdot

on the barrel in
Goddard's photo.

What?

The accelerant was taken into

police evidence six months ago.

Okay. Find out
who signed it out.

All right, bro? Remember me?

- We're closed.
- Ah, see, that's it.

I'm not here to push steel, man.

Do these bad boys look
like they need it?

I'm not here for the sesh, mate.

I'm here to straighten
you out, bro.

I've come lawyered up.

Piss off.

- Wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Hey?

Clause 7.5 makes it illegal

to discriminate against a person
based on their appearance.

Oi. Grab me some tubs from
the corridor real quick.

See now, uh,

it's right there, man,
in black and white.

The defense rests, Your Honor.

- We got eyes on.
- Got it.

All good, Maestro.

Nothing to worry about.

Hey, check on Teo.
He's not answering.

Let's get it done and get out.

We were meant to have
the first batch out already.

How are we tracking?

You taking the piss?

Who the hell are you?

The hell's going on here?

Hey.

- Drop your weapon!
- You drop the weapon! AFP!

Drop your
weapon! He's dirty.

He killed Leeson,

the sailor who was
smuggling the jackets.

Yeah, we have forensics.

The hell you talking about?
I didn't kill anyone.

Jesus. What the
hell are you doing here?

My team's all over the place.
You wanna get yourself shot?

I got people on the inside too.

Well, it's not safe in
here. You seen that?

- Liquid accelerant. I know.
- Yeah.

Which means someone's
planning to torch the joint.

Yeah, that's your guy. Kane.

Look, I'm all over it, okay?

You need to get out.

A little busy here, Blue.

Six drums of accelerant

were signed out of
police evidence.

Enough to take down
Nakatomi Plaza.

Any idea who?

Detective Sergeant
Daniel Skelton.

Everything all right?

You tell me.

Your hair was at
the crime scene.

Then someone's setting me up.

- Don't believe him, Evie.
- Evie.

Who'd set you up?

Well, there's not
much use in that.

Either of us pull the trigger

and we all go and
meet our maker.

Fine.

Okay.

Ahh!

Put your guns down.
This place is gonna blow.

We gotta get outta here.

It was Skelton.

- What?
- He sold you out.

Doused the place in accelerant.

One single spark will
set the whole thing off.

We've gotta hustle. Move!

Oi!

No! Wait!

You okay?

Yeah.

I will be.

El Maestro.

Out ya get, big fella.

Welcome to Sydney.

You're lucky. Usually I
follow through with the elbow.

Oh, um... good as new.

Almost.

And Skelton was in the perfect
position to run the cell.

Controlled the flow of
information in and out.

Protect them from raids.
He's a clever bugger.

Yeah, supply them with whatever
they needed from police seizures

and then use Kane and Goddard

to unknowingly manipulate
things from the inside.

Something you wanna
say, Constable?

Look, I know you're
gonna do what you're gonna do.

I just need you to
know I understand.

That's big of you, considering

you concealed
evidence, went off grid

and put yourself in harm's way,

causing the rest of the
team to do the same.

Gotta say...

your instincts were bang on.

But by keeping us in the dark,

you almost died with the
person you were trying to save.

Which would have been a shame...

because I like
having you around.

You're not firing me?

You almost single-handedly

brought down an
international drug cartel.

So... no.

Not this time.

Do it again...

and I'll kill you.

And if she doesn't, I will.

How'd you go with El Maestro?

He squealed like el puerco -

which is 'pig' in Spanish

for those uneducated
around here.

And what's 'goat' in Spanish?

El Dempsey, obviously.

- Really?
- Yeah.

With your two words?

You're not still going on with
this GOAT nonsense, are you?

Oh, no, no. No, no.
There's no argument here.

Actually, I think it's
pretty clear, isn't it?

- Yeah, bloody oath it is.
- Ooh, I like this.

Here we go. There's only
one way to sort this out.

Three one-minute
rounds. No holds barred.

Play dirty. Have some fun.
Come on, kids. Get into it!

All right, let's go!

- Sure you wanna do this?
- Bring it on, chica.

Ooh, tres palabras! Muy bien!

Look at that over there!