NCIS: Sydney

That boat was rigged to explode.

And what about the woman?

Well, no sign of her yet, but still looking.

I've got 50 people down here,

including a heavily pregnant woman.

What kind of killer

traps themselves in with their victims?

The kind with an escape plan.

And a device to jam the tech.

What if it's more than that?

All evidence points to a sleeper cell

going back years.

Alright, just let me get a quick photo!

- Say 'cheese'. - Cheese!

Hammer - an incredible tool.

Huh? Always take a hammer to school. This is...

What is this?

Okay, well, this is a bike with one wheel, yes?

- Okay. - Are you gonna ride it?

How? It has only one wheel.

Yes, boy?

I'm not being mean,

but I thought clowns were meant to be funny.

Yes, funny.

Some are. Some are sad clowns also. Boo-hoo-hoo!

Do you know any magic tricks?

Sure.

I will do amazing magic trick, yes.

Come, birthday boy, you can be assistant.

High protection essential.

Where'd you find him? Looks like he slept in his car.

A clown car, you'd hope.

His outfit doesn't even fit.

They're nine-year-olds jacked up on chocolate crackles.

What do they know?

Well, they know that clowns

are meant to wear big shoes

and have red noses and be remotely funny.

- As long as Jack's having fun. - Yeah.

If you want to disappear,

you have to have your hands firmly tied.

I'm sure he's on his way.

Yeah, right.

This is Jack's ninth birthday.

So far, his dad's missed numbers 4 through 8.

- Anyway... - Happy birthday, Jack!

All right, that's our cue.

All right!

Cake time!

Come on! Squish in!

Make room for the birthday boy!

Where's Jack?

Could someone go and get Jack, please? Quick.

The candles are gonna melt all over the stegosaurus.

I think he's gone, Mrs. D.

He's gone?

What do you mean he's gone? He lives here.

The clown made him disappear.

Wait, is that...

Jack!

Call the police!

Oh, my God! Call the police!

Jack!

You should rock that all the time.

You think?

Yeah, for sure.

Makes you look smarter.

Oh!

Well, let me know next time

you plan on getting trapped in a bunker

and need me to rescue you and I'll be sure to throw it on.

Oh! Ouch, D.

Sick burn.

- Learned from the best. - Yeah.

Yeah. Don't be a hater.

You know I look good.

Damn.

Not smelling good, though.

Ugh, what is that?

TestostAroma for Men.

- What? It was on sale. - Yeah, funny, that.

Ugh! Fine. Give it.

Oh, now you want it.

TestostAroma?

Oh! My man!

You see that?

Hey.

Anything from Customs and Immigration?

Zip.

No ID, no record of her coming or going,

no flagged passports or any commercial flight manifests.

So we think she's a local, then?

Not unless she's lived a very sedate life.

I fed her photo into all the databases.

Facial rec doesn't ping to any local government agencies.

Great.

So she's definitely not from here,

but there's no record of her coming into the country either.

And she's not even sweating.

What does she know that we don't?

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Call me old-fashioned.

And what should we call you?

My line of work

involves keeping those sorts of details private.

- I'm sure you understand. - You're Irish, right?

What makes you think that?

You're gonna have to tell us at some point.

Unless you want to wear that table as a permanent handbag.

Something funny?

You're not really seeing the bigger picture here, Sergeant.

I don't imagine you'll be keeping me here very long.

Why's that, exactly?

Because once word gets out that you have me,

Agent Mackey's colleagues from the more... serious agencies

will start to make their presence felt.

Which is why it's in your interest to help us first.

How so?

Because, unlike those more... serious agencies,

here at NCIS, we just ask questions.

Doozies.

When the others get involved,

well, they can be a little more hands-on.

Sounds like fun.

I thought you'd be more into killing US submariners

to try and steal nuclear secrets.

Or murdering naval researchers

so you can watch 50 people asphyxiate in a bunker.

We're gonna be at this for a while, yeah.

So why don't you at least tell us what we call you?

- Call me whatever you like. - Don't tempt me.

Aileen? Alannah? Ally?

Ana.

My name is Ana Neimus.

See, that wasn't so hard now, was it? Hm?

So where are you from, Ana?

Well, it depends who's asking me.

And who's paying my fee.

And, you know, like, in what currency...

So... yeah.

Take it, Sergeant.

I'm not going anywhere just yet.

Hey, sorry, I'm almost done here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, slow down, Bec.

I can't understand what you're saying.

What do you mean, they took Jack?

Jim Dempsey, AFP. AFP.

AFP. AFP.

Bec...

We're gonna bring him back, I promise.

All right? We've mobilized the entire team.

Don't.

I have agents at transport hubs...

- Jim, stop, stop. - ...at airports.

We're gonna find him. It's just a matter of time.

Just stop!

You said that you were gonna be here.

I didn't forget, Bec.

We had a thing. I couldn't get away.

You can rip into me as much as you want when this is over,

but right now it is vital

that you tell me everything that you know about this guy.

5'8, stubble, he sounded Eastern European.

- What else? - I don't know.

I don't know. I barely spoke to him.

He... he was late.

He just rocked up and got straight into it.

Where the hell did you find this guy?

Excuse me?

No, I didn't mean it like that.

- Oh, so... so this is my fault? - That's not what I'm saying.

I hired a clown, Jim,

because I organize everything because you don't!

You're an ex-husband, Jim. You're not an ex-father.

Oh!

- I've got to take this. - Yeah, take it.

Dad! Dad!

Please, I'm so scared!

Come and get me, Dad, please!

Lucky day, Daddy.

Now we each have something the other wants.

So we swap, yes?

The boy for the girl. Keep your phone on.

JD.

JD!

- Where the hell's my son? - What?

It's okay. Get it all out, Sergeant.

I'm only just getting started.

And I'm not stopping till you tell me where he is!

JD!

How would I know? I've been in here the whole time, remember?

Besides, I'm terrible with kids.

You should probably step in

before he does something he regrets.

I'd hate for him to wake up in the morning as a former cop.

- Let's take a walk. - You'll talk.

It's just a matter of time.

Tick-tock.

What the hell are you doing?

My job.