NCIS: Sydney

Oh, here we go.

You worried?

About being abducted by aliens?

Uh-uh.

I'm more worried about where we're gonna sleep tonight.

You'll see.

The accommodation's another 20 klicks that-a-way.

You know that, right?

-Why are we off the highway? -Go with me here.

Well, last time I did that, we almost got

shot out of the sky over the Red Sea, so...

Mm-hm.

The hell's that?

Headlights?

There's nothing there.

-Like, nothing nothing. -There's definitely something.

-Help! -Wes!

Oh!

Are you okay?

-Oh! -Yeah.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

We have to get her help!

How good's this?

Avgas? Love it.

We're not in Kansas anymore.

NCIS? About as far from the water as you can get.

How are yo use?

Special Agent Michelle Mackey.

Good to meet you, Macka. Karl Drysdale.

Welcome to Eerie Plains.

Jim Dempsey, AFP.

-How's it going? -Good, mate, good.

-Yeah. -So how are we tracking?

Any luck finding the missing pilot?

Uh, not yet. Partner's freaking out big-time.

Something was stalking us.

It came up right from behind.

As in a person?

This is gonna sound crazy,

but there were these three bright lights.

Road train, maybe.

No, no, no, this was no truck.

It was flying.

And I swear to God it was checking us out.

Possible it was a plane?

No, not the way it was moving.

It was way too dynamic.

It was hovering and darting around real quick.

No chopper, either.

So what? You thinking some kind of UAP?

Unidentified aerial phenomenon.

UFO?

You're not actually...

You are!

Okay, great.

So what happened next?

Van was FUBAR,

so I tried calling for help,

but had no reception.

So I leave Amy to take care of the girl

and walk off to get help on foot.

Of course, when I got back with the cop,

they'd both vanished.

How long you been working this neck of the woods?

Five years, give or take.

Stationed in Nundle before that.

Little one-horse town outside of Tamworth.

You must like one-horse towns.

No horses out here.

Too dry. Can't afford the feed.

Oh! Bloody hell.

Welcome to my world, mate.

Mate, who are all these people?

Alien hunters.

What?

Eerie Plains is Mecca to every whack-job alien hunter

this side of Roswell.

Oi, you lot!

This is an active crime scene. Move on!

So much for Forensics, mate.

-Evie, do your thing. -Righto.

Random drug tests.

Who wants to go first?

Oh. Oh! Where ya goin'?

Mackey. JD.

I managed to use the cell booster on Karl's truck

to get a call through to Blue.

Look, according to her, Amy managed to get out

an emergency call to RAAF Base Tindal

some time after the accident.

This is US Naval Aviator Amy Hale requesting

emergency assistance for an injured civilian.

-Paramedics and air support. -Ahhh! It's coming back!

-What the hell? Oh, my God! -We have to leave now!

-Help! -Run! Run!

Hey, Sarge.

You're gonna wanna see this.

What's that look like to you?

A crop circle without crops.

Awesome.

All right, you two, take the northern sector

all the way up the highway - once you're there...

Okay. Roadhouse sign-in book.

Look through it. Tell me if you recognize the woman you hit.

Yeah, for sure.

Oi, Bill, what are you doing

bringing that in here?

Well, the cool room's on the blink.

Gotta chill it down before I dress it.

Well, watch you don't drip blood on the bloody carpet.

That's her.

That's the woman I clipped.

Elke Johannson.

Excuse me.

Bridgette, love.

You remember Elke Johannson?

Was she traveling with anyone?

No, she hitched in on a cattle truck.

I need to use your phone.

Yeah, no probs, darl. I'll set up a tab.

Don't look so surprised.

We do, uh, faxes too,

just, um, not at the same time.

Travis Riggs. How can I direct your call?

I need you to pull service records for

US Navy Lieutenants Wes Chilton and Amy Hale.

Really? Ah, it's a bit out of my pay grade, isn't it?

I really hope not.

I can do it. I can do it.

Blue?

Hello, boss!

Former boss. Not that you're the former.

You're still the boss. I'm the former.

What are you doing at HQ?

Trigger called me.

Said he ran out of mates.

You know, until we get your application off to the AFP...

I know, I know. I'm not officially on the text books.

I'm just happy to help out wherever I can.

Kind of like an emotional tech support dog.

Okay, fine. For now.

While you're at it, see what you can turn up

on UAP sightings in the area.

I hope you have, ah, plenty of reading time,

because Eerie Plains is kind of like Australia's Area 51.

I am getting that feeling.

That didn't take long.

Why? Is she not missing?

They all disappeared from here?

They're not here.

Can I help you with anything else?

I do a mean roadkill burger and fries, if you're hungry.

I'm good.

This is us.

The crash site's over here.

Nearest town?

Oh, 50-plus klicks that way.

So Amy's not walking there in a hurry?

Not in this heat.

We've got an ID on our missing woman.

Elke Johannson, 34. Swedish national.

Wow, long way from home.

Get a lot of backpackers through here.

Alien nuts, mostly.

They'll camp out for a few days,

hoping to get a selfie with E.T.,

before pissing off to their next two-bit Insta moment, you know?

Oi! That's my clientele you're dissing, Karl, darl.

Karl's your classic skeptic,

until he sees one with his own eyes,

which is just a matter of time.

Something these women don't have.

Search teams are combing the area to the south and west.

-We'll take east. -Copy that.

Fax just came for you, love.

I'll put it on the tab.

It's Wes and Amy's files.

Wait. It says Amy put in for a transfer.

What, you think she wanted out?

Pilots and their REOs bust up all the time.

Ma'am.

Speak of the devil.

Ma'am.

I'd like to join the search party.

I appreciate that, Lieutenant,

but out here, you are my responsibility,

and I need to know where you are at all times.

With all due respect, ma'am,

I think the more pairs of eyes out there, the better.

For Amy's sake.

You guys flew together for a while?

Yes, sir.

Trained out of Pensacola.

Never flown with another RIO.

Regular Goose and Mav, huh?

Something like that, sure.

Y'all are based out at RAAF Base Tindal, right?

Yes, ma'am.

So, uh, what are you doing all the way out here?

Well, we had some 'use-it-or-lose-it' type leave.