NCIS: Sydney

We're thinking he's American.

Call sign Ghost. The guy was hunting me.

It's a kill list.

I need a name.

I hope you know what you're doing.

[Upbeat calypso music continues over speakers]

Let me guess - Maui?

It's Malibu, isn't it?

God, you Yanks are so predictable.

I'm not thinking of Malibu, okay?

Okay, Dr. Grumpy, you don't want to play Polar Night Fantasy.

I get it. Forget I asked.

I'm sorry, Jenn. I just...

I don't feel great.

Think that vitamin D shot's repeating on me.

Right, and I'm sure it's got nothing to do with the prospect

of six months of unending darkness?

As a polar night virgin,

can we stop with the whole "unending darkness" thing?

Oh, you'll be fine, Pavel.

You just need a good sense of humor

and something to transport you out of this frozen hellhole.

You can borrow them when I'm done.

The Sonneville Chronicles.

Love that series. How's the twist?

You think he's the hero,

turns out he's the killer all along.

He's cloned himself,

but you don't work it out till the final book.

Are you serious?

These were supposed to last six whole months!

Oh, bugger!

My bad.

-Such a dick. -

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I guess you can only fly down there

for a limited window each year.

How often do you resupply the base?

Uh, three, maybe four times over summer.

Food and meds mainly.

There's always something broke.

Especially mining equipment.

Really?

I thought there was a moratorium on mining in Antarctica.

Commercial mining, yeah.

These guys are international climate scientists.

Same tools, different rules.

Gotta say, I'm surprised we're heading down

so late in the season.

Don't usually risk it this close to polar night,

not unless someone's dead or dying.

A US Navy climatologist

attacked and killed one of her colleagues.

They subdued her, sent out a mayday.

There's no one closer to respond?

No one whose job it is

to prosecute US Navy crimes.

Dr. Cohen's one of us, I'm afraid.

Fair enough.

Wouldn't leave 'em in there too long, pal.

The antibacterial bath will strip paint, believe me.

Oh, yeah, I'm just waiting for an important message.

Uh, no, he'll probably sleep the whole time.

Sure thing, Rosie.

Some breeds are trickier

than others, but...

Well, he's pretty low maintenance

as far as Jack Russells are concerned.

- - Uh-huh.

Uh...uh, listen, he takes his

breakfast at 8:00 during the week,

a little bit later on the weekends.

- Uh-huh, sure, sure. -And, uh...

He loves to have a tummy rub, obviously.

Obviously.

No, no!

Yeah, but not too long because, uh,

he gets a bit gassy.

And, uh, he's house-trained, so...

..he'll hold on for as long as he needs to.

Little help?

More of a cat person, to be honest.

Say again, Polepoint.

This is Whiskey-November-Niner.

Radio check, Polepoint. Do you copy?

- -Still nothing?

Par for the course down here

if the satellite isn't directly overhead.

That ain't helping.

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Girl, seriously?

I didn't pick you as a horror movie buff.

I'm not. Hate them.

Right.

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

Did I mention I'd... [Clears throat] ..met someone online?

No, you did not, as it turns out.

Yeah, um, it's not a big deal.

It's, you know, super caszh,

on again and off again, you know how it is.

Yeah.

Anyway, it's our, uh, anniversary.

One month since I poked her.

On the dating app.

Oh! Right.

Yeah, I wasn't...aware that was still a thing.

Mm.

So I booked a table at Mimi's tonight

for our anniversary,

but obviously had to cancel last minute.

Oh, I'm sure she'll understand.

No, it's not that. It's just...

I texted from the airport

to see how I could make it up to her and...

..this is what she wrote back.

What do you make of that?

If you need me to explain that,

you probably shouldn't be dating.

That's what I thought.

This is your captain speaking.

We're about to make our descent into Polepoint Base.

Return your seat to the upright position

and stow anything you don't want hitting you in the kisser

at speed.

On the clock, okay?

Collect the body, take Dr. Cohen into custody, in and out.

No arguments from me.

- Take the two-way. -You're not coming in?

Oh, no, I'm gonna get some shut-eye.

Besides, who's gonna stay here

and keep the engines running otherwise?

-You don't power down? -It's already 20 below.

I power down, by the time you get back,

all my fluid lines will be frozen solid,

which means y'all ain't back here in 40,

y'all ain't going back.

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Whew.

Oh!

- Oh! - Oh!

Oh, that is colder than a witch's proverbial out there.

Did I mention I hate the cold?

Take this over Darwin any day.

NCIS. Anyone here?

Didn't expect ticker tape,

but is a simple g'day too much to ask?

Hello? Anyone here?

Hello? NCIS.

D.

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What the hell?

She ain't Mr. Spiegelman.

No, nor is she.

Base manifest puts the total number of residents at 10.

Yeah, I've got seven of them here

and none appear to be our Navy doctor.

They can't have gone far.

Split up. Let's go find them.

Me and JD will stay here, help Rosie log the scene.

D, Evie, get a play-by-play of what went down.

Copy that.

And see if you can find Dr. Cohen.

So let's step this through.

Doc Cohen kicks things off

when she caves Spiegelman's skull in from behind.

The rest of the team overpower her,

take her somewhere, lock her up.

Threat's nullified.

So how do you explain all this?

Go for Scooter.

What's maximum take-off weight?

Uh, I have to do the math based on the fuel load. How come?

'Cause we're bringing back more bodies than we planned for.

-As in, all of them. -Damn.

Not sure we got enough seats.

I don't need seats, just floor space.

I'm also gonna need more time.

Okay, how much you talking?

I got a mass-casualty crime scene to process,

so two, maybe three hours, if we hurry.

Oh, in which case, take your time.

By then all the plane's lubricants will be frozen solid.