NCIS: Sydney

Nova! Nova! Nova!

G'day, Sydney!

Y'all have no idea how excited I am to be here.

Let's go!

This is a song from my first album.

-It's called Five Walls. -

Give it up for the fabulous

Servicemen and Women of the US Navy A Capella Choir!

Sydney, I love you.

You've been amazing.

Good night.

-Whoo! One more song! - One more song!

One more song!

One more song! One more song!

One more song!

Hey, you think they want more?

Got anything up your sleeve?

Well, lucky I had time on the long-ass flight over here

to come up with something brand-new.

The trip over gave me plenty of time

to think over some things.

Like the fact that we've only got one life

and we've got to live it on our terms.

Choose our own flight path.

Amen to that.

I'm dedicating this to someone very special

in my life,

and I'm calling it Breathless

because that's how they leave me.

Sal. Sally, what's wrong?

I-I can't breathe.

Can I get some help over here, please?

- -She has allergies.

We need her opti-pen.

-Poole, where's your bag? -Chair.

-Somebody call an ambulance! -Someone find the damn bag!

-Houselights on. -Where's the ambulance?

We need it now, people!

Dad!

My injector, quick!

She's not breathing. Dad, it's not working.

Okay, it's gonna be fine.

You're gonna be okay.

-You're gonna be okay. -

Deceased is Petty Officer First Class Sally Poole.

Paramedics rushed her to hospital. DOA.

Cause?

Anaphylaxis.

Hospital's standing by to release the body.

It was after Five Walls .

It...it happened during the encore.

Did you see Sally have a reaction?

Yeah. She, um...

She was fine one minute and then she was...

I don't understand, though, because...

..Nova used her opti-pen, but it didn't seem to do anything.

Sally developed a peanut allergy a few years back.

Since then we've taken every precaution.

-Including all this? -Here's the rider.

"No nut products of any kind." Underlined.

And you double-checked?

Did I personally taste each morsel? No.

I'm their lieutenant, not their mom.

Witnesses said no one could find Sally's emergency kit.

Why was that?

It was in her bag, which was back here.

Someone left their jacket over it.

By the time we found it, it...

Any idea what triggered Sally's reaction?

No. I have the same allergy. It comes on pretty quick.

Wait, you have the same allergy?

Peanuts.

Like Sally.

But you're okay?

Nova's been undergoing exposure therapy.

She's not bulletproof, but she is better.

I'm not feeling so good, though.

Is it okay if we go now?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Better take the fire exit,

dodge the paparazzi.

You right?

Just having one of those sliding doors moments, is all.

Really?

I'm talking fork in the road, Evie.

Join the Marines or pursue my real passion.

Your real passion?

Show business, baby! All this.

The fame, the fortune. Adoring fans.

-Could have been me. -Really?

Says who?

Says Ms. Andrews.

Is that Ms. Andrews from the London Philharmonic Choir?

Ms. Andrews at the Inglewood High School music department.

Said I was one of a rare breed.

Perfect pitch.

You sure she said 'pitch'?

Oi, Macka.

Excuse me.

What's that smell like to you?

These things run on satay chicken now?

These usually run off glycol and ethanol,

but when mixed with peanut oil, it'll atomize the same way,

giving you this.

This is from my phone.

Every breath she takes, Sally cops a lungful of that.

Anaphylaxis via the smoke machine.

What the hell did Sally do to deserve that?

Maybe less than you think.

This is Nova's opti-pen,

the one that she used to try and save Sally's life.

Someone drained the adrenaline and replaced it with water.

So you're telling us whoever tampered with the smoke machine

also tampered with Nova's injector.

Yeah.

Sally was collateral damage.

Nova was the target.

Nova Sykes.

24, Nashville native, and voice of a generation.

Is best understood as a continuum.

There have been several phases of her Nova-lution.

Firstly, there was lo-fi indie.

Then ethereal songstress.

And lastly, and my personal favorite,

maximalist hyperpop.

It's a classic pop star reinvention cycle.

They all have "eras" now.

Oh, like how Johnny Cougar becomes John Cougar

and then John Cougar Mellencamp,

becomes Mellencamp, and then back to John Mellencamp, yeah?

-Yeah, just like that. - Okay.

-Great, yep, that. -Got you.

Moving on, CCTV from the venue's up.

This was right before the encore.

Good night!

Blue, punch in on that.

Whoa, who's that guy?

Hard to tell.

The killer's not wearing gloves.

Did they leave any prints?

Already ran them.

-There's no matches yet. - Great.

So we're looking for someone

wearing Nova merch at a Nova gig.

-That narrows it down. -It's like Where's Wally?

-Wally? You mean Where's Waldo? -Oh!

-Found him. -Okay, Evie, DeShawn...

..scan the footage, ID whoever is on that CCTV, okay?

Yeah, yeah, and we'll go talk to Nova

and see if she knows who's trying to kill her.

Uh...

Actually, we, the field agents,

will speak to Nova

while you, the scientist, will stay here

and do the science stuff.

Of course, yes, right, yeah.

-Call me if you need backup. - Okay.