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We need to clear all this stuff.
Whoa!
You right, mate?
Don't move!
Come on!
Come on, let's go!
Someone call an ambulance!
Ambulance!
Nice work, Cooper.
Piece of cake. Go get 'em, tiger.
Easy for you to say. At least your person was human!
I'm going toe to toe with the missing link!
Repeat after me.
"My name is DeShawn
insert middle name here Jackson".
My name is DeShawn Anthony Jackson.
And I may be able to go toe to toe with the missing link...
... for a moment.
Really? A whole moment?
Friends don't lie.
Surprise him.
All right.
Let's dance, big man.
Hey, yo! Hey, what's that over there?
- Whoo! - Oh!
Best of three?
With the exception of
what we've just seen,
skill sets between agencies
are equivalent and exceptionally high.
He's big!
And you two really are
setting a top-tier benchmark for your team.
We got the same score?
What? Which section?
All of it.
That's not good.
Mackey don't do ties.
Yeah, neither does JD. This is gonna eat him up.
I thought you'd both be pleased.
Stoked.
Yeah. What he said.
This is Mackey.
- He was big, man. - Yeah.
Copy that.
Go get cleaned up.
We've got a bus to catch.
What's up, girl?
You done already?
Just getting some air.
It's like an oven in here.
You good? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Yeah.
Oh, mate!
Jeez, I tell ya, I spent some time in Fallujah some years ago,
but it's got nothing on this... this is a sauna.
- Let me scoot past you, Doc. - Thanks, man.
Careful there.
What are we looking at, Rosie?
Well, he's got two jackets on when a T-shirt would suffice.
Less sartorial, more cause of death.
Well, um, he's got burst blood vessels behind his eyes.
Bruised, likely broken ribs from the CPR.
But we will not know the cause of death
until we get off the good old 333 express to Bondi.
We sure our friend's Navy?
I didn't think male sailors wore earrings.
Hair's not regulation either.
So all we've got's the jacket.
Could have picked that up anywhere, no?
Looks like brand-new merch from the USS 'Pascal',
which can only be purchased from ship stores
and only Navy personnel can board Navy ships.
I'm guessing the USS 'Pascal's in town?
Made port from San Diego three days ago.
DeShawn? Got an ID yet?
Phone but no wallet.
Who rolls without a wallet?
Hey, get me the CCTV footage, okay?
Got it, EGOATs.
EGOATs?
Oh! Equal greatest of all time.
You know, not to be confused with EGOT...
Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony winner.
Yeah, no confusion here, mate.
Equal!
Talk about a GOAT!
Now, this bloke has had
two simultaneous cardiovascular events...
he had an aortic dissection and a cardiac tamponade!
- Congenital? - Nah, no one's that unlucky.
Got an ID yet?
Ran his prints through the US Naval database.
Nothing.
He died wearing brand-new merch from a US Navy ship
that just made port.
That is not nothing, D.
Neither is this.
The blood panels just came in.
- Oh! - That marker is cocaine.
Yeah, of Pablo Escobar proportions.
That explain the heart failure?
Maybe, but...
... there was no drugs in his nasal mucosa.
- That's because... - Maybe he was injected?
- Hot shot? - Actually, no...
Check for balloons. He might be a mule.
- One might have burst. - It's not in his tummy either!
He overdosed through his skin from what's in here.
And that is...
What you get
when you soak his jacket in warm, salty water
to extract the liquid cocaine
that the jacket was impregnated with.
Let me get this straight.
John Doe goes for a trot wearing two jackets,
sweating his arse off...
Causing uncut cocaine to leach out of the jacket
and into his skin.
It's classic dermal absorption.
So some criminal mastermind
came up with the idea to soak the jacket in sweat
to remove the drugs?
No. No, it's not about, um...
... extracting the drugs from the fabric.
You're right, though. John Doe's sweat did that.
It's about extracting the drugs from the resulting liquid
without loss and contamination.
Turn that liquid into powder, you get...
Cocaine.
Yes, almost.
The chemistry is tricky.
You need the exact compound to unlock the drugs,
otherwise all you have is John Doe in a jacket
that will get you super high and super dead.
I don't do super dead. And I don't do John Does.
Find out who he is
and why he's wearing that jacket.
Yo, take a look at this.
What do you make of these two guys?
Think they're trying to help or hurt the guy?
Check him.
You sure you're all right?
You've been a little off all day.
Uh, actually, I'm not... I'm not feeling great.
I'm gonna work from home.
Wait, what?
What are you doing?
Hello, Jess.
You wanna ask Cue Ball here to point that thing somewhere else?
Oi.
You're in my house, uninvited.
What do you want?
I'm here to change your life.
- Hard pass. - I'm serious.
Got something big going on you're gonna wanna be a part of.
You still cooking?
It's like riding a bike.
With less protective headgear.
And more guns in my face.
Please, Jess.
We lost ours.
You're the best I know.
How do you lose a cook?
Whoa, hey, hey! Relax.
Jess is cool. We go way back.
Come on.
At least meet the boss.
Come through here.
Petty Officer Leeson will be with you in a moment.
Bingo. Here's the jacket.
Same tag, minus the price sticker.
Could have been a gift.
You know, Mum always said,
"Make sure you take the price tag off
before you wrap it, Jim".
Does Mom have any other pearls of wisdom that will help with the case?
I'm not sure if it's relevant, but she used to say,
"Only floss the teeth you wanna keep".
Aww. Mama's boy. Figures.
Oh, Evie's gone home sick.
She hasn't taken a sick day since I've known her.
Ma'am. Sir.
Petty Officer Leeson. You wanted to see me?
Special Agent Mackey, NCIS. You run the ship store?
- Correct, ma'am. - You seen this guy?
He was found dead this morning
wearing some of your ship store merch.
Never seen him, sir. Any idea what he might have bought?
A USS 'Pascal' bomber jacket.
You sell any recently?
Yes, ma'am. Let's see.
We got three bomber jackets sold this trip. What size?
XXL.
Two large, one medium.
Doesn't mean one couldn't have been bought on a previous tour
and packed in luggage, though.
- Any thefts, any missing? - No, sir.
We run a tight ship here.
Still, just for fun, let's print out
a sales log and check your stock.
Yes, ma'am.
All right.
Anything from CCTV yet?
Still on it, boss.
Sending you the 'Pascal' store inventory.
Contact San Diego.
Cross-reference their outbound manifest.
I'll get on it as soon as I'm back on my desk.
Where are you?
You haven't caught what Evie's got, have you?
Negative, boss.
- Fit as a fiddle. - Good.
I need all hands on deck.
Well, well...
Good news!
I cracked John Doe's phone.
Okay, anything interesting on it?
What's most interesting is what's not on it.
No phone numbers, texts, nothing.
Like the phone's been scrubbed.
All that's left is this.
One photo taken six minutes before he died.
Can you ID those blokes in the background?
I'm trying, but you zoom in too much
and they're basically just 'Minecraft'.
Try harder.
Smart money says John Doe took their photo
six minutes before he died for a reason.
Hey, how are you getting on
extracting the cocaine from the liquid?
Ugh. Um...
In less good news,
I'm officially today's WOAT.
- WOAT. The worst of all time. - Okay.
It needs chemistry chops that I just don't have.
That scares me. Who does?
Get me everything you can on known cartel chemists.
DEA, Crime Commission, Interpol... all of it.
Yeah, she's here. We got her now.
Don't tell me I'm here to cook protein powder.
You dragged me down here to meet your boss.
Where is he?
Ooh, this is nice!
- You lost, mate? - Nah, bro.
Just, uh, tryin' to make some gains.
Tryin' to get big like you. You feel me?
- No, I don't feel you. - Come on.
Just, you know, hook a brother up with a free trial.
Yeah, we don't do those here.
Okay. Yeah, that's cool.
Well, um, how much is a membership?
There's a wait list, bruv.
For this place? For real?
There's another gym down the road a couple of blocks.
Probably be more your speed.
Kane...
My speed? You know... what... what's that mean?
What do you think?
Oh! I get it.
You know, wait list for my people.
Got a problem with my people, bruv?
That it?
I do now.
What the hell's going on?
- Get out of here! - Whatever trouble you're in...
Oi! Get him out of here.
Park it up, T.
This is Jess.
She's the new cook.
Hey.
Are you sure you don't know him?
The guy whose arse I just kicked?
Nah, never met him before.
So you just overreacted, then?
Look, this genius was about to pull a piece in a crowded gym.
I don't need that in my life right now.
I didn't chase this.
Your guys came to me, okay?
I'm out.
Hey, hey. Jess, Jess.
You wanted a cook.
I brought you a cook.
I can't do what she does. None of us can.
So either we do this or you tell El Maestro not to come
and explain to the boss why we're 25 mill short.
- Kane said you've been away? - Thailand.
- Last few years. - Who'd you cook for up there?
Somebody who doesn't like their employees talking out of school.
All right, then.
I'm good.
Little early for me.
I wasn't asking. See, one's coke.
The other's hydrochloric acid.
If you're as good as Kane says,
you'll be able to tell them apart.
Well, don't worry. The acid probably won't kill you.
It will strip the lining from your nose
and burn clean through your septum.
They're both hydrochloric acid.
Shopping list.
Oh, come on.
Okay, I can get you a spare key if you just give me a second.
Or a carpenter.
Uh, Evie's sick and working from home.
She can't find her keys.
And she thinks she's locked them
inside her drawer that is locked.
You know, classic Evie.
Hear back from San Diego yet?
Um...
Naval Supply Depot embarked six boxes of jackets in San Diego.
How many were at the ship store?
One.
One? We're missing five boxes.
Five boxes, 10 jackets per box. That's a lot of gear.
All coming in from a US Navy vessel.
I think it's time we had a second chat
with Petty Officer Leeson about those missing boxes.
Hey, what happened there?
Missing link. You know, few more seconds, I would have had him.
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, what do we know about
replenishment protocols for visiting ships?
Pretty basic logistics.
Food and supplies come on. Trash comes off.
- Blue? - On it.
I'll track all the vehicles
that serviced the 'Pascal' while making port in Sydney.
Oh. Uh-huh.
Thank you. Appreciate it.
So Leeson disembarked after we met and hasn't been seen since.
So we've lost our lead
and still no closer to ID'ing our dead guy.
We're not really kicking too many goals, are we, team?
No, not true.
John is a Doe no more.
I found a titanium rod in his femur
and I traced the serial number.
And worked out whose leg it was inside of.
- Old school. - Go, Rosie.
His name's Robert Goddard.
Okay, let's see where
our friend Robert Goddard leads us.
Try Interpol, DEA and AFP now that we have a name.
It's not his only name.
Something you wanna share, D?
- Acetone? - Check.
Dichloromethane?
Nuh.
What the hell are you doing here?
- You followed me? - From the gym. Yeah.
Who's Robert Goddard
and why does his license say Dylan Brooks?
Look, I found it in your drawer.
Inside my locked drawer.
Nice one, partner. Classy.
Classy? Like holding back evidence from your team?
We watched the bus CCTV.
Who are your friends out there?
Most of them are local hires for the Ramos cartel.
What do we know about 'em?
Next to nothing,
but the locals are sweating the arrival of the cartel's chemist.
Arriving from where?
- This chemist got a name? - El Maestro.
That's all I got.
How's Goddard fit in?
He was undercover drug squad.
I'm his replacement.
- Yeah, because he's dead! - Exactly!
And every single moment I'm here with you
puts a target on my back when I walk out.
- So don't walk out. - It doesn't work like that.
I didn't ask for any of this.
Kane forced my hand.
If I blow my cover, he dies.
I walk out with you, he dies.
He is not my responsibility.
You are.
- I'm sorry. - Evie!
So that's it? We're not even gonna run surveillance?
Not yet. It's too risky for Evie.
Not until we find out more first.
So we're just gonna let her swing?
We wouldn't have to if you told us about this earlier.
Hey.
Detective Dan Skelton. State drug squad.
Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.
Jim Dempsey. What can we do for you, Detective?
Our systems pinged someone from your office
running a search on one of my guys.
Robert Goddard is one of yours?
I'm not gonna comment on specifics.
Someone used a US Navy ship to smuggle drugs into the country.
Care to comment on that?
Obviously that's news to you,
otherwise you would have brought us up to speed on the operation.
You know, as a professional courtesy.
Mmm, well, undercover's tight hold.
I'm sure you can appreciate that.
So if you let me grab Goddard,
we'll get out of your hair.
When I got the alert, I assumed you had him in custody.
What the hell happened?
Was he targeted?
Well, all we know right now is
he... he suffered a major coronary event.
Sorry you had to hear it like this.
I'll get a team down here and retrieve the body.
Sorry, mate. Afraid we can't do that.
Excuse me?
He's part of an ongoing investigation.
Yeah. My investigation.
Into the Ramos cartel?
We hear El Maestro is on his way.
What do you know about him?
Bugger all.
No one's ever seen him.
Guy's an enigma.
Can I throw another name at you, then?
Off the record.
Constable Evie Cooper.
She's one of yours, isn't she?
I believe prior to that she was one of yours.
Cooper's back inside.
I beg your pardon?
Authorized by whom?
- We're working on it. - No, you're not.
You're tanking a two-year operation is what you're doing.
What's going on?
That's what we're trying to figure out.
Help us understand the connective tissue here.
Look, Cooper predates me.
- Word is she was moved on. - Why?
Apparently she got involved with another operative
and compromised an operation.
With Kane?
That's who you're talking about, right?
I need to report this to Command
and I need to call his wife.
You find out who did this, you call me. Thank you.
Hey!
So, um, I was able to trace down the trucks
that removed gear from the 'Pascal'.
And these three beauties caught my eye.
So each were idle en route for around five minutes.
Two of them were at petrol stations,
but truck's gotta drink.
Which leaves... this place.
The building is owned by a company called Smart Haulage.
What do they haul?
Not much, considering
they went belly-down three years ago.
I think it's 'belly-up', Blue.
Bad for them, but maybe...
... good for us.
Clear!
Mackey!
Jackets?
Nope.
Here!
Is that Leeson?
Yeah. It was.
Guess he's not AWOL anymore.
Jeez, they were not mucking around.
There's 17 puncture wounds and counting.
It's cartel SOP.
Someone wanted Leeson to talk.
Or not to talk.
That's the logistics chief, port operations
who loaded the jackets onto the 'Pascal' in San Diego.
What's left of him, anyway.
Dead guy there, dead guy here.
Both ends of the supply chain.
- That's cold. - And smart.
Dead men tell no tales.
- Blue? - I just sent something through.
What am I looking at?
Okay, so
cocaine has a specific isotope ratio.
Even though I can't extract the powder itself,
I was still able to trace the cocaine's signature
to here...
Ucayali.
A tiny province of Peru,
not the tiny guitar of Hawaii.
This entire valley is controlled by the Ramos cartel,
where their coca leaf is grown.
Okay, Evie told us it was the Ramos cartel already.
- That's not news, Blue. - I know. No, but this is.
So based on that specific narcotic signature,
we can see that their drugs end up all over the world.
And here pretty soon.
Another hour and we'd have caught them red-handed.
Yeah.
You missed them by a hair.
The coke is embedded in the lining.
You know, this whole thing would be a lot easier
if you just showed me the lab set-up.
- Get a jump on things. - You'll see it when you need to.
Well, I need to see it now.
How am I supposed to get my head around
the extraction process otherwise?
You won't.
You brought me in to assist.
Check your ego on this one, Jess.
- El Maestro's next level. - Yeah, who cares?
I don't like working with people I don't know.
- Neither do I. - What's his process?
Does he speak English?
Have you even worked with the guy before?
No one's ever seen him.
He shows up, does his magic,
then disappears again in a puff of smoke,
like he's gonna do tomorrow.
He's not the type to tolerate mistakes, so early night.
- You're staying with Kane. - Like hell I am!
Or you're staying with me.
You hungry?
Order some takeaway. I got some beers in the fridge.
You put a gun to my head.
In my own house!
It's the only way I could play it.
That guy at the gym was my partner.
And I coldcocked him.
I hurt him, my friend.
Because of you.
- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.
You lost that ability a long time ago.
You wanna know why I got out?
That's why.
You haven't even mentioned Robbie once!
Oh, come on, man! He was your best mate!
He dies and all you can think about is you're down a cook.
I can't think about Robbie right now.
I just gotta get through tomorrow.
Why didn't you help him?
What?
I saw the tapes.
You could have given him CPR, taken him to hospital.
- Instead, you ran. - There was nothing I could do.
He was gone, Evie.
We pull out now, his death is for nothing.
Why did he run with that jacket?
I don't know, Robbie was paranoid towards the end.
Got the feeling like he felt someone was off.
- Maybe he was off. - No way.
Not Robbie. You knew him.
Then why didn't he come to you?
You think I'm bent?
Say the words.
Feels like yesterday.
That was a lifetime ago.
We're here now.
You know how it goes.
Once you commit, there's no backing out.
Hey.
I know you're scared.
Me too.
But I won't let anything happen to you.
I promise.
You just gotta trust me.
Like I have a choice.
Hey! Got this from a buddy at the DEA.
The Ramos cartel rolls into a town,
build a local crew,
bring in El Maestro to extract the drugs,
then incinerate the lab and crew.
Boom... nothing left.
Hey. Ain't gonna happen this time.
Yeah.
Wait. Zoom out.
You're not gonna see them any better that way.
Zoom out, Blue.
Enhance the label on the drum.
I don't think Goddard was photographing them.
He was photographing that.
Triptahydro. You've gotta be kidding me!
- Boss! - What have you got?
It's not about the two dudes in the background.
It's the barrel in the foreground.
- What is it? - Triptahydro.
It's a volatile liquid accelerant.
Sort of thing you'd want on hand
if you planned on burning the joint down at some point.
The hair strand from the warehouse crime scene
just got a match.
It's Kane Mason.
- We gotta pull her out. - Out from where?
We don't know where she is. Or the lab.
- So we go find her! - Listen, just take a breath.
- This guy killed Leeson! - We don't know that.
He's an undercover cop, D.
Who chased Goddard onto a bus and watched him die.
Evie's running with a killer.
Okay, so we know where the Ramos cartel labs
have been torched all over the world, right?
So I scanned the flight manifests
into and out of those cities on the dates of the fires...
no match.
But when I ran it through facial rec,
I came up with seven different passports but only one face.
Say g'day to Señor El Maestro.
Has he used one of them recently?
"Domingo Quesada" boarded a flight out of Zurich yesterday
with a 6-hour layover in Sydney.
Way to go, Blue. Now, we at least know who we're looking for.
- And he's coming straight to us. - Uh, came.
His plane landed 20 minutes ago.
Hey, I need a full-court press on Kingsford Smith Airport.
Name of Domingo Quesada. Now.
Let's move! He'll be here soon.
Well, where's the calculator?
What? What for?
Have you ever done this before?
It's not like cooking pasta.
I need exact ratios.
I get this right, we all get rich.
I get this wrong...
We got a location for the lab.
- Behind the gym. - Okay.
Hey, I'm no expert on drug labs,
but I'm pretty sure the guns-blazing approach
- has limited success. - You got a better idea?
Throw a perimeter around the place and wait 'em out?
They're not coming out. That's the point.
Evie's never gonna make it out if we don't go in.
Time to get creative.
He's landed.
We need to be ready to rock once he walks through that door.
He won't have long.
Welcome to Sydney, Maestro.
Hola.
This is Jess. She's gonna be cooking for you today.
Need anything before we get going?
Okay.
Should we start?
Sí.
Okay.
Copy that.
They missed him at the airport, so heads up.
The last thing we need
is the real El Maestro crashing the party.
What do you got, Blue?
Okay, so I found a microdot
on the barrel in Goddard's photo.
What?
The accelerant was taken into
police evidence six months ago.
Okay. Find out who signed it out.
All right, bro? Remember me?
- We're closed. - Ah, see, that's it.
I'm not here to push steel, man.
Do these bad boys look like they need it?
I'm not here for the sesh, mate.
I'm here to straighten you out, bro.
I've come lawyered up.
Piss off.
- Wouldn't do that if I were you. - Hey?
Clause 7.5 makes it illegal
to discriminate against a person based on their appearance.
Oi. Grab me some tubs from the corridor real quick.
See now, uh,
it's right there, man, in black and white.
The defense rests, Your Honor.
- We got eyes on. - Got it.
All good, Maestro.
Nothing to worry about.
Hey, check on Teo. He's not answering.
Let's get it done and get out.
We were meant to have the first batch out already.
How are we tracking?
You taking the piss?
Who the hell are you?
The hell's going on here?
Hey.
- Drop your weapon! - You drop the weapon! AFP!
Drop your weapon! He's dirty.
He killed Leeson,
the sailor who was smuggling the jackets.
Yeah, we have forensics.
The hell you talking about? I didn't kill anyone.
Jesus. What the hell are you doing here?
My team's all over the place. You wanna get yourself shot?
I got people on the inside too.
Well, it's not safe in here. You seen that?
- Liquid accelerant. I know. - Yeah.
Which means someone's planning to torch the joint.
Yeah, that's your guy. Kane.
Look, I'm all over it, okay?
You need to get out.
A little busy here, Blue.
Six drums of accelerant
were signed out of police evidence.
Enough to take down Nakatomi Plaza.
Any idea who?
Detective Sergeant Daniel Skelton.
Everything all right?
You tell me.
Your hair was at the crime scene.
Then someone's setting me up.
- Don't believe him, Evie. - Evie.
Who'd set you up?
Well, there's not much use in that.
Either of us pull the trigger
and we all go and meet our maker.
Fine.
Okay.
Ahh!
Put your guns down. This place is gonna blow.
We gotta get outta here.
It was Skelton.
- What? - He sold you out.
Doused the place in accelerant.
One single spark will set the whole thing off.
We've gotta hustle. Move!
Oi!
No! Wait!
You okay?
Yeah.
I will be.
El Maestro.
Out ya get, big fella.
Welcome to Sydney.
You're lucky. Usually I follow through with the elbow.
Oh, um... good as new.
Almost.
And Skelton was in the perfect position to run the cell.
Controlled the flow of information in and out.
Protect them from raids. He's a clever bugger.
Yeah, supply them with whatever they needed from police seizures
and then use Kane and Goddard
to unknowingly manipulate things from the inside.
Something you wanna say, Constable?
Look, I know you're gonna do what you're gonna do.
I just need you to know I understand.
That's big of you, considering
you concealed evidence, went off grid
and put yourself in harm's way,
causing the rest of the team to do the same.
Gotta say...
... your instincts were bang on.
But by keeping us in the dark,
you almost died with the person you were trying to save.
Which would have been a shame...
... because I like having you around.
You're not firing me?
You almost single-handedly
brought down an international drug cartel.
So... no.
Not this time.
Do it again...
... and I'll kill you.
And if she doesn't, I will.
How'd you go with El Maestro?
He squealed like el puerco...
which is 'pig' in Spanish
for those uneducated around here.
And what's 'goat' in Spanish?
El Dempsey, obviously.
- Really? - Yeah.
With your two words?
You're not still going on with this GOAT nonsense, are you?
Oh, no, no. No, no. There's no argument here.
Actually, I think it's pretty clear, isn't it?
- Yeah, bloody oath it is. - Ooh, I like this.
Here we go. There's only one way to sort this out.
Three one-minute rounds. No holds barred.
Play dirty. Have some fun. Come on, kids. Get into it!
All right, let's go!
- Sure you wanna do this? - Bring it on, chica.
Ooh, tres palabras! Muy bien!
Look at that over there!
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