NCIS: Sydney

Let's take a look at the scene.

-Good to see you again. -Ça va?

Your unvetted source happens to be a friend, okay?

-You can trust him. -No, no, no. No.

You can trust him. I don't have that luxury, okay?

Chaos is good for business.

Mackey!

Mackey!

Are you hit? Are you hit?

Mackey, look at me.

Hey.

See you Monday?

Yeah, see you then.

Been looking for you.

Looks like a fishing boat.

Port bow, 800 meters.

Is there still nothing on comms?

No tracking beacon either, sir.

She's riding low in the water.

Thinking fish or fentanyl, sir?

Make ready to execute hostile boarding protocol Tango Delta.

Let's go find out.

Royal Australian Navy! Kill the engine.

Kill the engine.

Royal Australian Navy!

-Move to the front. -Royal Australian Navy!

Everybody move to the front now!

Sarge, we've got some people in here.

Including some US Navy fly boys.

So you're still sleeping through the night.

No recurring dreams? Nightmares?

My first tour of Afghanistan,

we were shelled the night we got there.

Slept right through it.

I'm not trying to catch you out, Agent Mackey.

My job is to make sure that

you're fit to be back at work, that's all.

Which is why we can cut to the chase, Doctor.

I'm good to go. Semper fi.

That's right, you were a Marine back in the day.

Once a Marine, always a Marine.

You never really shed the fundamentals.

Sure. Like the instinct to get back up on your feet, right?

To get back in the fight?

-Something wrong with that? -Well, in battle, no.

It's the sort of thing that keeps you alive.

But Darwin

was not the battlefield, was it?

Nothing could prepare you for what you went through up there.

You trusted this guy. He betrayed you.

That kind of thing can rock your belief system.

My belief system

says he got what he deserved.

I have done this a lot of years, Agent Mackey,

and one thing that has become clear to me

is the human tendency to think that

if we just look the other way for long enough,

then whatever is lurking in our past

will just crawl back under the rock and stay there.

It won't.

No matter how fast you run.

You just increase the velocity of collision

when it comes back to haunt you...

...which it will.

Time's up, Doc.

Good chat.

"Phase One of a full security audit of HQ."

Who asked for that?

-He's just trying to be useful. -Useful!

By telling us day one how lax our security is?

Our security is lax.

We're Australian. Duh!

And this bloke thinks he can come in here

and somehow change who we are as people.

Evie, he's fixing the front door,

not rewriting the constitution.

You said it yourself.

Day one. Give him a chance.

Who the hell's he think he is?

-Exactly. -Yeah.

This is stupid. We're all missing her, all right?

No one's got the mortgage on that.

Yes, but she had no right

to leave me alone with you reprobates.

-Oh, speak for yourself. -Sorry.

But Blue chose to resign

and as a result, the last month has totally sucked.

But none of that's on my boy Trigger here.

Woop-woop!

We've got to put whatever we feeling about Blue to one side

and show him some NCIS Sydney love.

You feel me?

-Wanker. -You don't even know the guy!

Oh, he wasn't talking about Trigger.

Sorry. Assumed it was unlocked.

Yeah, it was.

So I fixed it.

I can see that.

Good stuff.

Straight into it, day one. How good's Trigger?

Certainly triggering me.

Oh, uh, hi.

Uh, leave me a

Bluebird, call me back.

You've been replaced by the love child of Q and MacGyver

and I am not having it.

No way you retire before me.

Relax, Rosie. He's a bomb tech.

-He's not gonna replace Blue. -Oh, my God.

-Oh, he'll be fine, Evie. -No, not that.

This.

Sarge, that's your dating profile.

Yeah.

Yeah, figured it was time

to get back on the old horse.

On my dating app?

Oh, sorry, didn't realize you had dibs.

Okay. Oh, sweet Lord.

What were you thinking?

I just figured living in my mate's garage

wasn't a long-term pathway to happiness.

And you somehow think this is?

Damn, Sarge.

You been out of the game that long?

Yeah, we gotta get you some professional help.

Hit me up.

Where you at, Macka?

I'm out front. Some genius locked the door.

-All right, gimme a sec. -Don't bother.

There's a chopper inbound with our name on it.

What have we got, sir?

It's a popular sea route. We get all sorts through here.

Not a lot of Americans, I've gotta say.

Evie, Deshawn, go make friends.

Find out why the crew included two Navy pilots.

Copy that.

Confirmed IDs yet?

According to their patches, US Navy fly boys,

Price and Daniels.

-Okay, dog tags? -No, ma'am.

My medical team's nearly done.

After that, they're all yours.

-Thank you, sir. -No worries.

Take a deep breath for me.

How'd your psych eval go?

Crushed it.

Hmm! No major revelations?

Childhood traumas, daddy issues?

Historical hatred of stupid questions, but we knew that.

Mmm.

Evie mentioned you've, um, signed up to a dating site.

Course she did.

Well done. Shows good intent.

Yeah. You know, it's early days.

Just kicking a few tires, testing the waters.

That's great. Healthy. Keep me posted.

Yeah.

We took off from the carrier just after dawn.

What were you flying?

EA-18 Growler, ma'am.

I have the stick. Lieutenant Price is my WSO.

And when did you first become aware you had issues?

It was maybe an hour into the flight

when the whole board lit up.

A few seconds later, we lost comms and nav.

Lieutenant Price ran a hard reboot, but at that point

we'd suffered total avionics failure.

Must have been character building.

Yes, ma'am.

3 million square clicks of ocean

and no idea where the hell you are.

We were on vapors when I spotted jungle.

I initiated ejection protocol and we hit the silk.

Last thing I remember was the tree canopy coming at me hard.

When I came to, a group of armed men appeared.

Filipinos with a handful of Indos and Malays,

and they blindfolded us

and drove us to a camp in the jungle.

How long did they hold you there for?

Five, six weeks maybe.

Whole thing's a bit of a blur.

Mackey.

So how did you guys end up

in the middle of the Coral Sea?

Not too sure.

One minute, I was at the camp.

I remember feeling a little off.

Next thing, I woke up in the hull of a freighter.

Freighter got a name?

They tell you where they were going?

Nah.

We were below deck for the first few days,

but the fumes were so strong it was making us sick,

so they let us hang up on deck at night.

Which is how we saw the lights.

Of the fishing boat?

Couldn't believe it.

Just like that, 100 feet off the bow.

We made sure the guards weren't watching

and we slipped over the side and started swimming.