NCIS: Sydney

I love you too, baby.

That was my son.

I have evidence of an American war crime.

Heroin.

He took orders from a man they called Ghost.

He walked through the rubble.

Executing the survivors.

He used one of the Australian's body cams to record it.

It's a kill list.

I've made a copy of the SD card.

Anything happens to me, the footage goes viral.

I think I worked out who put you on a kill list.

We did.

The break-in at HQ, they took my photo of Trey.

What are we gonna do about it?

He's going to fly out.

Sounds good. Santa got you Tyler the Tiger?

He roars when you pat him?

I can't wait.

In two more weeks, it's you and me, buddy.

Yeah.

The missing Marines. We found 'em.

Buddy, I gotta go. I love you.

ISR has them on the move. They're alive.

Captured?

Negative.

Recon drones spotted our boys only.

Few clicks inside the Pakistan border. Waziristan.

The Tribal Areas? What the hell are they doing out there?

Let's go ask 'em.

Control, this is Striker-1.

Ready for departure. Over.

Striker-1, hold.

Negative. Clearance has not been received.

So expedite it.

This is a priority mission,

Stand down, Striker-1. Mission is scrubbed.

Yeah, we got three Marines

in one of the most lawless zip codes on the planet.

We don't get 'em out, they're not getting out.

I say again, Striker-1, stand down.

And I say again, we don't move now, they die. Over.

Striker-1, we are no go.

You are ordered to stand d...

Anyone wants out, say the word.

- Oorah. - Oorah.

Pak border, 30 seconds inbound.

Now entering the Tribals. Coming up on the pin.

Got 'em.

Corporal Hanley?

You boys are hard to find.

Hey, hey, friendly.

I'm a US Marine.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like? Rescuing your sorry asses.

- Who gave the order? - What?

- Are you Pagoda? - Am I what?

- Who sent you? - No one!

We're not supposed to be here.

Our orders were to stand down.

But hey, if you want to spend the foreseeable

strapped to a car battery in a cave, be my guest.

Ready for what you're flying into, Corporal?

Gonna be a lot of people with a lot of questions.

Might wanna keep the part

where you pull the gun on me to yourself.

We just...

We weren't sure who you were, ma'am.

Thought the Huey might have been a giveaway.

I don't know.

The whole thing's upside down.

How'd you boys get so lost, anyway?

You did get lost, right?

Incoming! Three o'clock, low!

Blow chaff and flares.

Second RPG, hard left. Brace, brace, brace!

Son of a bitch! I've lost yaw!

Striker-1! We are going down!

Mayday! Striker-1, going down. Brace, brace, brace!

And I'll be there when you land.

And I'll be following you on Flight Visor.

And you better be wearing your compression socks.

No, I'm not gonna wear my compression socks.

- Okay. Love you. - I love you, Mom.

- Okay, love you. Bye. Bye. - All right. Bye.

Love you. Love you. One more I love you.

- Bye. Bye. - Compression socks?

Did Trey turn 80 without me knowing?

Fluid accumulation is a real risk, JD.

Trey is on the final leg of his 24-hour flight,

and I just want him to be comfortable.

All right.

Just allow me a little helicopter parenting, please.

Oh, who would've thought?

Helicopter pilot, helicopter parent.

Oh, um, thanks for getting the team to cover me

while I go pick him up.

Oh, yeah, of course.

We're all just keen to meet mini-Mackey.

Though Doc's not entirely convinced he's real.

Find out soon enough.

Are you trying to hide that from me, partner?

Hide what? This? I didn't even see it there.

What's in the box, Jim?

Ah, well,

you know how I've been seeing someone?

- Eggplant girl. - She has a name.

Which you've never told me.

Mercedes.

She sounds lovely.

She is.

She's amazing, in fact.

There's just been a little problem in the bedroom.

But Mercedes actually has a solution.

Which is in that box.

Which you won't be seeing under any circumstances, okay?

Evie, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, opening someone else's mail is a federal offense.

Oh, as is this.

I think Mercedes misinterpreted 'sex tape'.

It's not sex tape, okay? It's mouth tape.

Consenting adults, none of my business.

Whatever flies your kite, boss.

No, no, no. Listen to me. That's not what it is.

It's not a sex thing. Fine.

- If you must know, it's a... - Gonna have to wait.

Dead Marine. Grab your gear.

See, it's a sleep thing.

Oh, do you snore?

No, I don't snore. Mouth breather.

And sometimes it disturbs Mercedes's sleep.

And Mercedes doesn't have snooze control?

Ah, mouth tape.

"Gently encourages the user to breathe through their nose,

"resulting in a more peaceful sleep for one's partner."

- There you go. - Wow.

It's like the world's most relaxed hostage situation.

Man, if that ain't love, I don't know what is.

Phew.

Live fast, die young.

And leave a good-looking set of wheels?

- What is that, a Maserati? - Uh...

Ah, it is an Aston Martin DB9.

V12, 400 brake horsepower.

A maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour.

I mean, this is a tragedy.

Ah, as is the dead human over here.

Right. Yes.

Private First Class Dan Keilman, logistics specialist.

Honorably discharged three years ago.

Currently part of the Marine Corps Reserve.

Hmm. And also, a merchant banker.

He must have been making bank.

These retail at almost 350K.

Only it's not Keilman's car.

State Police said he stole it from the dealership.

They pursued.

Must have outgunned him.

Lost control.

So what's a banker doing boosting a luxury car?

Well, failing miserably, I'd say.

What do we have here?

Dog tags. Except they're not his.

Well, whose are they?

They belong to a Tate Hanley.

- I'll run his name. - No need.

I know him.

What?

Corporal Hanley was one of the Marines

Mackey rescued in Pakistan.

He was the reason I was court-martialed.

Court-martial of a Marine pilot charged under Article 92.

Failure to obey order or regulation.

Took a Huey on an unauthorized flight,

invaded foreign airspace, and damaged the vehicle,

resulting in the death of two of her crew.

Sounds like a bit of a maverick.

If we're being polite.

How's the degree coming?

I take the bar exam next month, ma'am.

Sounds like it's time we see what you got.

Do well, we can talk about putting you on the fast track.

Thank you, ma'am.

We were flying home,

and that's when an RPG clipped the tail rotor.

I put her down hard.

The three rescued Marines survived,

but my crew -

Caballero, Dallas -

they weren't so lucky.

You were court-martialed over that?

You and your team, you saved their lives.

The Corps didn't see it that way.

Corporal Hanley, one of the three rescued Marines.

Hanley was part of the first Marine logistics group

stationed out at Khost, Afghanistan.

- So was Keilman. - Maybe they were mates.

Evie, check out Keilman. Emails, phone records.

Find out if he was alone or with a crew.

D, get onto Hanley. See what he knows.