NCIS: Sydney

IED in the living room.

Stuff everywhere. It'd be a punish for a bot.

State cops snapped this

before they worked out it's Commonwealth land and called us.

Looks self-contained.

Go earn your keep.

Let's have some fun.

Maybe I'll move my mother-in-law in here.

With or without the IED?

Either way.

All right, get it done, guys. In and out.

Jackpot.

Got the det.

Boss, we right to clear this?

You sure that's it?

Yeah, there's nothing else that can hurt us.

All right, clear it.

What's happening?

Just a fried circuit.

- Damn, almost soiled the suit. - Again?

- We're good. - Copy that.

Sending in the closers.

Get the debrief done and that's lunch on me.

Get a wriggle on. Might still make the Macca's breakfast menu.

Missed out on all the fun.

As usual.

Someone kill that thing, would ya?

- What the hell's that? - Just an old fire alarm, skip.

We're good.

What the...

Nice one, Paula. Made it worse.

Hey, knock it off, you lot!

You guys okay?

All right.

Ta-da!

How about we, uh, up the stakes?

Seriously, mate? Three-card monte?

You know he's hustling you, right?

Please! Do y'all know who you're dealing with?

- A sap? - A schmuck?

A sucker?

A man that sees what others don't.

It's what makes me a good cop.

It makes you delusional.

Oh, yeah? Well, how about you open your eyes, Evie Wonder?

Check out the card on the right.

Notice anything unique about it?

Corner's bent.

- It's the ace. - Mmm.

Now, light 'em up, T-Dog.

Show Papa D...

..that ace.

Mm-hm.

- Oh! - Oh, look, D!

It's your spirit animal.

But the corner!

Is deliberately bent.

Tricks you into thinking you've out-hustled the hustler.

Specifically designed for people who think

they're the smartest in the room.

Oh, snap!

- Ouch. - Double or nothing?

Oh, I meant to ask, how'd the post-break-in audit go?

Ah, the fly-away team from Singapore

concluded that nothing had been stolen.

Okay.

And our systems don't seem

to be compromised.

Although, Blue is being Blue.

All right, do you want me to put out a BOLO

for two sad-looking blokes in balaclavas?

I mean, after all that, they left empty-handed, right?

About that.

- What the hell happened? - Mate, they said it was clear.

They're all gone.

What do you mean?

Send me the address.

What's going on?

It's your old team, mate.

How many dead?

All of them.

I'll get my kit.

That's as far as we know at this stage.

Um, we'll go through the appropriate channels...

Where we at?

Uh, structure's clear.

The DVI team's located all the bodies.

Uh, Rory, sorry to meet you under these circumstances.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS. Here to help any way we can.

What do we know?

Earlier this morning,

local cops received an anonymous tip

about a bomb on the property.

We rolled in, disarmed it,

then the team went in for debrief.

You sent a team in before it was clear?

What was the second device?

We don't know yet, but moments before it blew,

the dogs reacted to something.

- Reacted to what? - It was a high-pitched sound.

Seconds before detonation.

Mind if I take a look?

We're at your disposal, mate. Anything you need.

How about a one-way trip to Uluwatu?

Oh, about time. I asked for an assistant an hour ago.

Oh, I think you've got me mixed up with someone else.

Why? Who are you?

I am NCIS Forensic Pathologist

Dr Royce Penrose.

Oh, and I'm sure your mother's very proud.

You search for limbs.

I'll deal with the intact bodies.

Just try not to stomp all over them, yeah?

Marco was my number two before I was benched.

He just had a second kid.

Need a moment?

Won't bring him back.

I'll, uh, leave you to it.

How is any of this still standing?

The blast was mostly shrapnel.

Take a look at the bolts and screws in the wall.

The bomber didn't want to destroy property,

he wanted to take lives.

So why target an abandoned building?

Hmm? Who you gonna kill, vagrants and vandals?

Sure, until someone makes an anonymous call.

And then you get a room full of bomb techs.

So first device lures them in,

second takes them out.

Yeah, with five-inch bolts

traveling 3,000 feet per second.

The bomber glued them to the back of the ply

and then sealed the fireplace with it.

That was the second device?

The blast seat, yeah. The bomber rigged it as a shaped charge.

Enhance the explosion.

Concentrate the blast towards his victims.

Bomber knew what he was doing.

Is that a QR code?

This is just the start.

Strike force name is Lone Wolf.

You'll be operating with full counterterrorism powers.

Now, I want you to take a look at something.

That is the bomber trying to get inside our heads.

With every tick of that clock,

he's trying to rattle us and make us slip up.

But that is not gonna happen.

And do you know why?

Because we are gonna put all our focus here.

We're gonna think about them -

about their families,

their loved ones, their kids,

and what kind of hell they're going through right now.

And then we are gonna go out

and nail this bastard to the wall.

Now, go.

Sign-off came through from Canberra.

NCIS will augment the AFP strike force.

What do you need?

Start with a list of potential targets.

Focus on public events within our four-hour window.

That's not what he's after.

You want mass casualties,

you don't leave a bomb in an abandoned house.

You don't leave a countdown.

What is he after, then?

Take a look.

It's all a big game to him.

We're playing right into his hands.

I'll be sure to pass that on

to the replacement team en route from Melbourne.

- Let me brief them. - Trigger.

I've been there. I've done it before.

I can work with them.

They're a stand-alone unit.

They'll be fine on their own.

He's a bomb tech.

One of the best.

Your words, not mine.

Yeah, that's why I need him here.

Sift through bomb componentry. Find this guy's signature.

Get me an ID.

Got it.

You sent Trigger my way, mate.

Said he needed help.

That was enough for me.

I didn't ask any questions, but I'm asking now.

You know I brought Trigger with me from the state cops.

Yeah, pulled him into the bomb squad. So what's the issue?

There was an incident.

The kind that gets you sent to the sixth floor

for a psych eval.

What happened?

There were concerns that he may have

a suboptimal self-preservation reflex.

The hell does that mean?

It's shrink speak for 'death wish'.

You don't put people like that around things that go boom.

Yes, Commissioner.

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