NCIS: Sydney

Answer the damn phone.

Mean anything to you?

Rankin wanted to tell us something before he collapsed.

The pacemaker's failure

may have caused the heart attack.

They made him do things, didn't they?

We found a listening device inside the pacemaker.

Bingo.

I just cracked Rankin's encryption.

Mango madness,

where the heat gets under your skin.

Ordnance was inert.

Except for the grenade that killed Garcia.

Maria Soares? Special Agent Jackson, NCIS.

- Did Garcia have any enemies? - No. Everyone loved David.

I haven't seen you for six years

and you stand me up at the Darwin Trailer Boat Club?

Can you forgive me? I'll make it up to you.

- Show him your scar. - Oh!

I stitched her up while we waited for the exfil team.

With mint-flavored dental floss.

I put in a call to a fixer I work with in Sumatra.

And the word is that US military hardware

has been found in the hands

of a local Mujahideen group.

Looks like we just found where Garcia picked up his extra cash.

Stealing ordnance he was in charge of destroying.

Someone must have swapped out the contents.

- What's supposed to be in it? - A Stinger.

As in a Stinger missile.

Where's the Stinger?

Bad news for any VIPs arriving by plane

for the Feb 19 commemoration.

Which is all of them.

Colonel Rankin, ja?

Howzit?

What?

Who are you?

I think you know who I am.

How you feeling?

It hurts, huh?

Shame.

The anesthetic's wearing off.

Go to the mirror if you can.

Left chest.

You see, Colonel, the problem with hunting bad guys

is that if you don't find them,

sometimes they find you.

Arggh!

Now, this is either a very bad case of buyer's remorse

or whoever it was on the other end of the transaction

never intended to pay up.

Jensen comes to collect a missile,

catches three bullets instead.

Two bullets to the heart and a head shot.

Now, if I were a betting man, which of course I am,

I'd say this isn't the shooter's first rodeo.

And I'd say the shooter and Jensen knew each other.

- Mm? - Powder burn. Point blank.

There is no way I'm letting an arms dealer

anywhere near me unless we're friends or associates.

Oi.

These look like boat drag marks to you?

Or a very big salty.

Well, the tide's coming in. It's got to be fresh.

Let's pull whatever sat footage we can,

see if we can track that son of a bitch once he left here.

It's a vast coastline

with very few people to defend it.

So in the event of an invasion through the Top End...

Your northern security strategy

for a possible foreign incursion

is... a cordless drill?

One per household.

See, we tell everyone to go out

and take down the "no swimming" signs.

So between the crocs and the Irukandji

and the box jellyfish,

whoever's inbound won't stand a chance.

I'll be sure to mention it to my colleagues.

Happy to help.

Mackey, Sergeant Dempsey.

SECNAV's been briefed on the missing SAM.

Suffice to say, we have everyone's full attention.

- So how's it being done? - How's what being done?

Postponing an event the size of February 19th

is gonna be a logistical nightmare.

No one's postponing anything.

Feb 19 commemorates the bombing of Darwin,

one of the first moments in the Pacific War

where the US and Australian forces

fought together.

The symbolism is potent.

Yeah, you know what else is potent?

A missile wiping out a plane full of dignitaries.

You want the world to wake up to that?

I do not, Sergeant,

but our shared history is clear.

We do not shirk a fight.

No one's suggesting we do, sir.

But there will be veterans, schoolkids.

This could be the largest terror attack on Australian soil,

streamed real-time across the world.

No, it won't, because NCIS will recover the missile before then.

You know what?

Get your boy in line, Agent Mackey.

Rear Admiral Olsen arrives at 1700.

And with the current threat level,

you're his protection detail for the commemoration.

- You all right? - Not really.

Look, this is happening, okay?

We are on PSD as of this evening,

so any ideas, time to spit 'em out.

Etienne's fixer in Sumatra.

He knows who was selling the missile, right?

- Maybe he knows the buyer too. - How are we gonna find that out?

The hell is everyone?

A few hours ago, we found stolen weapons

in a Humanicore shipping container.

Now we're strolling in unchallenged.

You heard Etienne.

Smaller NGOs spend the bulk of their resources on aid.

There's not much left for security.

It makes for a vicious circle, huh?

Spend all your resources helping people,

but in turn you open the door for scum like Jensen

to smuggle weapons,

weapons which create the chaos that you're trying to fix.

Round and round it goes.

So arms trafficking is the fault of aid organizations now?

- Good to know. - I'm just saying.

It's ironic that something that's trying so hard

to be the solution might be part of the problem too.

Just so I'm clear, are you anti-NGOs or just anti-Etienne?

I'm gonna assume that's not a serious question.

Yeah, I can't feel any fractures.

A few loose teeth, maybe, but you, my friend,

will be back on the baguettes before you know it.

Merci, Doctor.

Good man.

How is he?

Well, whoever attacked that bloke knew what they were doing.

- Maximum pain, minimal damage. - Hm.

And it could have gone all day if you two hadn't rocked up.

Hey.

How you holding up?

Nothing another bottle of champagne wouldn't fix.

- I'll see what I can do. - Hm.

Did you get a look at whoever did it?

Uh-uh.

I was checking the manifest

when I got jumped from behind.

I came to with a bag over my head

and a man pouring water all over my face.

What did he want?

He was delivering a message.

What message was that?

To stop helping the Australian law enforcement

in the Indo-Pacific.

I gave you a name, huh?

I gave you a name on the proviso that my own would be kept out.

That was your promise, no?

The situation has escalated, okay?

We may be staring down the barrel

of a major terrorism event.

We need your help in tracking down the fixer.

Look, I risked my mission.

I went against all my instincts when I decided to help you.

I'm not going to make that mistake again, huh?

- Please... - No, Michelle! J'suis désolé.

I was confirming a lead.

You were compromising a source behind my back.

Did you mention Etienne by name?

I get intel from an unvetted source, I'm gonna chase it up.

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?

You may not like the guy,

but he helped us and got tortured for his trouble.

Yeah, see, I disagree.

Pros don't waste time hurting people who can't hurt them.

They tortured him

because someone's worried about what he knows.

Knows about what?

The Stinger?

You tell me.

Mackey. What is it?

What's NDIS snooping round for anyway?

NCIS.

We're looking for an orange speedboat

that left East Arm earlier this morning.

No orange speedboats here.

Can't help youse.

What about that one?

- How'd you... - Ah, see?

We got all the toys.

That's not cool, mate.

Lot of people prefer my joint

on account of it being a little less...

Legal?