[Noble music]
[Woman] 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.
[Footsteps thud]
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...
[Zipper buzzes]
...to ensure this vast swathe of ocean
remains peaceful and democratic for generations to come.
[Metal clicks]
It doesn't matter where you're from or what flag you fly,
that is a peace worth fighting for.
[Band plays rousing martial tune]
[Clock ticks]
[Man] Oi!
[Tense music rises]
[People murmur]
No nukes!
Go home, Yanks!
- [Crowd chants] No nuke subs! - [Sailor coughs]
No nuke subs! No nuke subs! No nuke subs!
[Coughs]
[Enigmatic music]
[People exclaim]
[Cameras click]
[Theme music]
[Helicopter whirs in distance]
[Indistinct chatter over radio]
- [Horn toots] - [Crowd shouts]
[People chant] No nuke subs! No nuke subs! No nuke subs!
Oh, wow. Watch your toes, big fella.
[Protesters continue chanting]
- [Sniffs and grunts] - 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... [Clears throat]
- 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.
[Woman] 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.
[Dempsey] 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.
[Phone buzzes]
One sec.
JD.
Yes, ma'am.
[Clears throat] Yep. Okay, I'll be right there.
Do I have a choice?
[Pensive music]
Foreign minister's the equivalent
of your secretary of state.
Yeah, I know.
Except she's Australian, so...
Oh. [Clears throat]
[Woman] I'm not sure if you've noticed,
but there's a US nuclear submarine
tied up a few hundred meters from here.
[JD] 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?
[Sighs] Agent Mackey will lead the team
and you'll provide the AFP's full resources
to help her get it done.
[Scoffs] 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.
[Tense music]
[Printer whirs]
- 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.
[Scoffs]
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.
[Mackey] 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.
[Evie] 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.
[Mackey] Is there a significant other we need to inform?
[Evie] Apparently not.
Flynn was single and ready to mingle
according to the shipmates we spoke to.
[Blue] 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.
[Mackey] 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.
[Evie] So your boss,
not exactly the warm and cuddly type, huh?
[DeShawn chuckles]
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'.
- [Woman] Ooh, hello! - [Women laugh]
I can see what all the fuss is about.
Trust me, it'd be twice as good with half the wankers.
[DeShawn] Wait. What?
[Knock at door]
Hey there. Special Agent Jackson, NCIS.
You certainly are.
- Uh... - Constable Evie Cooper, AFP.
We're looking for Xena.
Xena Phobia at your service.
[Dance music plays softly]
Why would somebody do this?
Easier to hack a real profile
than to build one from scratch, I guess.
[Evie] It's a real violation, I know.
[Xena] 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. [Chuckles] Yeah, obviously.
[Blue] White blood count looks low. Huh.
- Could be hepatitis. - [Doc Roy clears throat]
[Blue] 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.
[Sighs]
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.
[Man] 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.
[Man] Once they worked out he was off that American sub,
they're really got stuck in.
True to form, huh?
[Blue] 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.
[Doc Roy groans]
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.
[Program blips]
Whoops!
[Doc Roy sighs]
- [Jackhammer clatters] - [Driver shouts indistinctly]
[Mackey sighs]
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.
[Man] 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.
[Dynamic music]
Come here! Hey, come here!
Come on! I can do this all day!
Huh!
- Hey, come on! - [Furniture crashes]
Ugh! [Groans]
[Mackey] Huh!
Thought I told you to stay put.
Got bored. Sue me.
[JD sighs]
[JD] You don't look too flustered.
I'm an activist. Cops harass me all the time.
[JD chuckles] 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?
[Brooding music]
- 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.
[Mackey] 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.
- [Doc Roy] He's not our guy. - [Mackey] What?
Flynn was dead no matter what happened in that fight.
How can you be so sure?
Because he's radioactive.
[Man] 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.
[JD] 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? - [Phone trills]
Most closely guarded secret in the navy.
This is JD.
They what?
They just rocked up and grabbed him
halfway through the autopsy.
[JD] 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.
[DeShawn] We can, um, totally do this later.
[Evie] 100%.
Or we can do it now.
- [Evie] 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.
- [Sighs] - 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.
[Man] 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!
- [Purrs] - 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. - [Sighs]
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.
[Sighs]
[Pensive music]
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.
[Minister] 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.
[Chuckles]
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.
[Minister] 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.
[Siren wails in distance]
[Somber music]
How'd you go with Rankin?
- Oh, that good, huh? - [Sighs]
Told me to play nice or I can kiss my career goodbye. You?
- Same. Like they compared notes. - [Scoffs]
Don't know if that makes me feel better
or a whole lot worse.
Mmm.
[Phone trills]
[Phone clicks]
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 sonofabitch
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...
[Gunshot]
[Tense music]
Here.
[Pounds on door]
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?
[Camera clicks]
[Indistinct radio chatter]
[Dark music]
- What are you thinking, Rosie? - I'm thinking it's 3am.
I shouldn't have answered the bloody phone, but that helps.
[JD] Still, seeing as you're here?
Well... [Clears throat] ...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.
[JD] Self-inflicted?
[Doc Roy] 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.
[Mackey] What have you got?
[Evie] 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.
[Mackey] 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.
[DeShawn] 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? - [JD] 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?
[DeShawn] Ooh-hoo!
[Whispers] 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. [Chuckles]
Best seats in the house.
[Blue whispers] Eternal rest grant unto him, my Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace. Amen.
- [Doc Roy] You right? - [Gasps]
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. - [Laughs] Good on you.
[Somber music]
[Chuckles] 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.
[Mackey] 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.
[Doc Roy] 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...
[JD] 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.
[Rankin] 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.
[Doc Roy clears throat] Go on. You're on.
- You tell them what you found. - [Blue] 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.
[Evie] 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.
[Uneasy music]
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.
[Sighs]
Yes, sir.
[Clears throat] Petty Officer Tan, sir.
[American accent] 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. - [Doc Roy] You like that?
- Join the damned Air Force! - I understand, Admiral.
- [Doc Roy] 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'.
[Brandis] Seems they have some confusion over chain of command.
[Woman] It happens. I understand.
I have our orders right here.
[Gunfire]
[Mackey] Everybody, move!
Split up! Go, go, go! Move!
[Tense music]
[Pants]
[Softly] Oh!
- [Evie] 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!
[Mackey] Hey, asshole.
[Grunts]
[Gunshot]
Mackey! You okay? You okay?
Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me.
Damn... Oh, you good?
[Gasps and coughs]
[Chuckles]
- Oh! That was some shot, cowboy. - [Chuckles]
You really are from the country.
There's easier ways to get me to prove it.
[Motor starts and revs]
You good?
[Motor roars]
[Mackey] Oh!
[Both pant]
[Rotors whir]
No! Hey!
I'm guessing we need some kind of clearance to do this.
I'd have thought so.
[Dramatic music]
[Man] Hey, what the hell?!
[Music intensifies]
[JD on radio] Okay, I've got eyes on. They're up ahead.
They're heading for open sea.
[Mackey] Yeah, don't worry. I know. I got this.
[JD] Pull up beside them.
This is NCIS Special Agent Mackey.
Step away from the controls
and raise your hands so I can see them.
[JD] They're not stopping, Mackey.
They're gonna get away.
- What now? - Time to kick it up a notch.
Gonna herd them back around.
[JD] I see them down there.
[People exclaim]
[Mackey] Come on!
How do you like that?
[Engines roar]
[JD] 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.
- [Grunts] - [Alarms blare]
[Rotors whir]
[Dark music]
[Reporter] Investigators are pointing to a ruptured fuel line
as the cause of the fire that claimed the lives
of all three fishermen on board.
[Scoffs] That's the best they could come up with?
[Hits key] A fishing accident?
Oh, yeah, what did they use as bait? Semtex?
[Doc Roy] Come on. Take the win, hey?
[Chuckles] 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.
- [DeShawn] Alright. - [Evie chuckles]
[DeShawn] 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.
[Minister] 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?
[American man] 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.
[Carter] 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?
[JD sighs]
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.
[Both chuckle]
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.
[Momentous music]