NCIS: Sydney

Let's go!

You Yanks have no hope.

How hard can it be?

Cricket's baseball's slow cousin, right?

USA!

Okay, babe, like we practiced.

Nice firm grip. Don't strangle it.

Didn't I say that on our first date?

You wish. And don't chase the wide balls.

You'll look desperate.

- Yeah, too late. I married you. - Please.

We both know you're batting above your average.

Well, I can't argue with the truth.

Make me proud, Bradman.

Mwah!

No idea who that is.

Take him down, Aussies!

Get in there, come on!

Ohhhh!

- Focus, babe. Eyes on the ball. - Oh.

All right, you got this.

Oooh!

Oh!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Congrats, mate.

Six and out. Go fetch.

Go and get the ball, mate!

Sorry, babe.

Ooh, what's...

Matt?

Matt!

Matt!

Would someone call an ambulance?

Matt hated hospitals.

He said he didn't trust a place

that served jelly with meatloaf.

Smart man.

They said his heart's strong.

It's a match for someone who needs a transplant urgently.

I'm not sure I'm ready.

What would Matt want?

He lived to serve.

He wouldn't hesitate.

Uh, just this... this way.

How about a cup of, um, hospital coffee for the road?

Never fails to disappoint.

Do you want a... a cappuccino, flat white?

Full disclosure, I can't tell the difference.

I'm American, so it all tastes the same to me.

It's okay, Agent Mackey. I saw it.

What you're doing here, it...

..it takes a lot of courage.

I don't know about courage.

It feels good knowing that Matt's saving a life.

Even dead, he's still showing me up.

I'm here for the organ transfer.

I just did that with Dr. Wilcox.

Transport for donor ID NSW2615?

Hey, uh, NCIS.

Donor organ as in...

A heart, but...

..I've no idea who Dr. Wilcox is.

Hey!

Ah!

Stealing a heart. It doesn't make any sense.

We're gonna make this right, I promise.

Hey, boss.

Our heart thief.

Dr. Lyle Wilcox.

Cardiothoracic surgeon, president of the Medical Board,

ex-president of the Society of Surgeons.

He runs a booming clinic.

So a stand-up citizen steals a heart. Why?

Pfft!

Wilcox is an elite surgeon.

There's no way he's doing this for money.

Anything?

I'm afraid so.

Hi, munchkins. Daddy's getting a new engine today.

That's the heart recipient, Jonah?

Yeah.

Be good for Nan and Pop.

I love you to the moon and back.

He's already on the operating table.

Pre or post?

Mid. He's on a bypass machine.

- So he's okay for now, right? - I'm afraid not.

His heart is failing beyond the point of no return.

- So how long's he got? - Without the new heart? Pfft!

Four hours tops.

And according to the transplant team,

the longer he's on bypass,

the less likely it is he will survive.

Blue.

Still working on traffic cams

and Dr. Wilcox's phone is off, so I can't trace it.

But I've got something on the heart's transport unit.

- Talk to me. - So the hospital gave me access.

Kinda.

Because the heart's still alive,

the tech streams a ton of data to doctors

in real time, including GPS.

Send the tracker feed to our phones.

- On it. - Okay, D, E, follow the heart.

JD, we'll take Wilcox's house.

See if we can find out why the hell this is happening.

Straight up ahead, two blocks.

Wilcox is running parallel to us.

Come on, people.

Wilcox has pulled into an alleyway.

- Can we cut him off? - Go straight ahead.

Then take a left.

NCIS! Stop!

I only had a few.

You two related?

Mrs. Wilcox, Jim Dempsey again.

When you get this, please call me back.

Wilcox has a wife, kids.

Big home in Coogee.

Why throw all that away?

Maybe he snapped. Pressure got to him.

You're under pressure, you take up golf.

You don't steal a major bodily organ.

Hey, did you find the heart?

No, just the tracker from inside the heart's transport unit.

According to Blue, it's a telemetry unit.

It's what sends the data.

Wilcox must have removed it.

- Used it as a decoy. - Where'd you find it?

With a food delivery guy.

He made a toilet stop

and left his bag unattended.

- Anything else? - Yeah.

Never order with Food Dood.

I don't understand. It was a school sports carnival.

Didn't anybody do a head count?

Well, has anybody gone back and checked?

Uh, sorry. I'm... I'm gonna have to call you back.

Have you found them?

Mrs. Wilcox, Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

Where are my children?

Um, we're not here about your children, ma'am.

How long have they been missing?

Since 11:00.

I tried the babysitter, but I can't get on to her.

- What about your husband? - Lyle's not returning my calls.

He's probably in surgery.

Hello?

I know this must be

really upsetting, Mrs. Wilcox.

- Who is this? - I have Ruby and Ollie.

What have you done with them?

Your kids will be safe,

as long as your husband plays a good game.

You just keep your phone on.

The phone used to call Mrs. Wilcox

was attached to an unknown number.

Can you trace it?

I am performing a malicious call trace now.

- But it will take time. - We don't have time, Blue.

Jonah's only got three hours left.

Why all the questions about my husband?

He stole a donor transplant heart en route today.

He what?

We believe whoever has your kids

forced your husband to do this.

Does your husband owe anyone any money?

Does he gamble?

Has anything happened recently? Anything unusual?

A few months ago,

Lyle came home.

He was really shaken up. Someone...

Someone had accosted him at work. It was about a heart.

Do you have a name?

Meet Gary Simms, aka Simmo.

He attacked Wilcox three months ago in his clinic

after his daughter, Violet,

was taken off the heart transplant list.

Violet was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer two years ago.

She's a patient at St. Christopher's Hospital.

Doctors went in hard with the chemo.

Stopped it in its tracks.

Things were looking good

until she developed side effects from the meds.

What are we talking?

Drug-induced cardiomyopathy.

Her heart was too weak to do its job.

Wouldn't that make her a prime candidate for a new one?

Why was she taken off the list?

We don't know yet. Files are inbound.

Sounds like Simmo's taken matters into his own hands.

Which means somewhere in Sydney,

an off-the-books heart transplant is happening.

Gary Simms, open up!

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Clear!

Clear.

JD?