[Birds chirp]
[Men chatter indistinctly]
[Man 1] Well, you wanna go first?
You need all the help you can get, mate.
[Man 2] You're such a tool.
Whoo!
[Man 1] Ooh-hoo-hoo! Good cast, buddy.
You getting lessons?
[Reel spins]
-Ooh! -Oh, you're kidding.
[Man 2] Whoo-hoo! You snooze, you lose. [Laughs]
Oh-ho! Good luck cooking that, you goose!
-[Laughs] -Shut up.
Come on. Get out of it, Artie.
[Both grunt]
Oh! Ugh!
-[Gasps] -Oh, shit!
[Theme music]
[Scoffs] God! Yikes.
I think they call that 'drinking the Kool-Aid'.
Oh, I'm pretty sure they call it a cap.
Ooh, sucking up to the new boss. Smart.
You get more with honey than with vinegar, Evie.
You'll learn that when you grow up.
Oh, thanks, Pop.
-[Chuckles] -Morning, Cap'n. DeShawn.
-Hey, I brought coffees. -So did we.
Great minds, huh?
Double jumbos, biggest they had.
I can see that. Save you going back for seconds, yeah?
Or thirds.
[DeShawn] God, I love you guys.
Dropping coffee by the shot.
Thank you, man.
-Do you... -Oh, I'm good.
-You? -Same.
I'll be bouncing off the walls otherwise.
Who wants boba?
[Phone buzzes]
Mackey, NCIS.
-[DeShawn] What is that? -[Blue] Oh, it's tea.
Okay, send me the details.
-Hey, we're on. -Okay.
Oh, hey, Doc. Um, grab a double jumbo on the go.
-What's a double jumbo? -Unclear at this point.
[Zipper buzzes]
-[Device trills] -[Door opens]
[DeShawn] You got your cap? I've got a spare in the trunk.
Yeah, I don't really do caps.
Like, ever?
Do you know who does caps?
People who have given up on their hair.
Do I look like I've given up on my hair?
No, hair game's strong. [Chuckles]
What you got going on there?
Headquarters asked if I wanted anything special,
so just on spec, I asked for this new gait tech
I've been reading about.
You can identify people just through their walk.
If I knew they were serious, I would've asked who shot JFK.
What?
I'm joking, obviously.
I know it was you guys.
[JD] You sure?
The captain has the conn, Sergeant.
-Aye-aye, ma'am. -[Keys jangle]
[Clears throat]
[JD sighs]
Where to, Captain?
[Exhales sharply]
[Chuckles]
[Camera clicks]
[Mackey] Staff Sergeant Lee Mitchell,
worked out of the US Naval Supply Depot in Sydney.
Long way from home either way.
-[Mackey] Mm-hm. -What have you got, Rosie?
I have got arthritis
and a coffee headache, thanks for asking.
And how about him?
[Doc Roy] Uh, old mate,
he's got some vascular marbling, bit of bloat -
not surprising given he was in the drink.
-How long? -Oh, no more than a day or two.
He's still got all his bits.
Mmm.
-You okay? -Mm.
People can get into trouble out here,
especially if they're not familiar with the country.
But?
Well, they usually plan on being out here.
He look like the outdoors type to you?
No. So how do you wind up dead in the middle of the bush, then?
[Doc Roy] Oh, that's simple - he was doing his tax,
he worked out how much he owed and he had a heart attack.
[JD chuckles]
[Evie] Wow! That's some strut you've got going on.
-Are you sure you never modeled? -Can you not?
I'm trying to listen to the bird calls.
Ooh, and the sashay!
Gone all RuPaul on me.
Can you walk normal, for godsake?
This is my normal walk!
Really? You should probably see someone about that.
-[Bird squawks] -[Evie chuckles]
What?
I didn't say anything.
-I'm just glad I got it on film. -Yeah, laugh it up.
At least in L.A. you can see what's coming at you.
Here, everything can kill you
and I'm not even allowed to carry a piece.
Oh, please!
Just fill out the paperwork, do the retraining.
Six months later, you might get the Minister's tick of approval.
-[Kookaburra laughs] -Or not.
-Welcome to Australia. -And in the meantime?
In the meantime, you got me.
-[Chuckles] -I'm filled with confidence.
-[Camera clicks] -[Indistinct chatter over radio]
[Rustling]
[DeShawn] There's a car registered to Lee Mitchell
parked at the trail head, boss - spotless.
No prints on the door handle or steering wheel. Nada.
-Phone? -Yeah, not that we could see.
-And none here either. -[Sighs]
[Doc Roy] Liver probe puts time of death
around 2am Saturday morning.
What's he doing taking a dip at that time of night?
Well, he wasn't drowning. I can tell you that much for nothing.
No water in his lungs.
This bloke was dead before he got wet.
That's why he's in such good nick.
If he didn't drown, how'd he die, then?
And how'd he wind up in the waterhole?
At first, I thought this was the result of a fall,
but I couldn't find any contusions or bones broken.
But then I found this.
Come here, Mackey. Have a gander, hm?
[Mackey] What's that? A snakebite?
[Doc Roy] Bites, plural - likely cause of death.
And for what it's worth,
it's been my experience with the dead that, uh...
..they don't fall into waterholes.
They get pushed.
Got my first tox screen back.
[Cart clatters loudly]
-Sorry! -Congrats. And?
Oxyuranus microlepidotus.
Hey, 'oxy' your own 'anus'.
It's an inland taipan.
It's amazing, right?
I gather that's a deadly Australian snake.
Yeah, and then some.
It's like...it's like the GOAT of deadly snakes.
A single drop of their toxin can kill over a hundred adults.
So a deadly snake killed Staff Sergeant Mitchell?
-Yeah. -And that's amazing how exactly?
They're usually desert-dwellers,
so you wouldn't find one within 1,000 kilometers from here.
Apart from the one that killed the staff sergeant?
Yep.
And I'm guessing it's illegal
to possess a snake this venomous?
They're heavily regulated, a bit like firearms.
Only I'm assuming they don't have
serial numbers for easy tracing?
[Evie] Unfortunately not, but I just googled 'inland taipan' -
outside of Taronga Zoo, the only place registered
to hold them in Sydney was broken into on Friday.
Have a guess what was stolen.
[Light cheerful music]
[Woman on video] Welcome to Natureland,
where you don't just get to talk to the animals,
but go for a walk with them too.
We have galahs, kookaburras...
-[Video continues indistinctly] -[Evie whistles]
-Didn't muck around, did they? -Why'd they leave some?
[Woman] Well, they obviously knew what they were looking for.
Carpet pythons are the Swatches of the snake world.
These bastards went straight for the Rolexes -
red-bellied black snakes
and a pair of lowland copperheads.
-[Evie] And in inland taipan. -[Woman] Yeah, only one we had.
That's her there.
I hope she bites them.
[DeShawn] Uh, any other angle
where the van's license plate is visible?
That's it, I'm afraid.
Well, it looks like they knew what they were doing.
[DeShawn] Mm.
[Woman] Cleaned out most of the pricey birds too -
yellow-tails, galahs, kookaburras.
What are they worth all up?
To me, priceless.
But on the black market in Asia,
they'd fetch north of half a mill.
Wait. Dollars?
Well, assuming they make it there in one piece.
More than half won't, unfortunately.
But they just factor that into the price.
Man, that's messed up.
Well, that's what happens when rich people
run out of things to brag about.
[Hisses]
[Officer] It's a massive enterprise -
the US Navy's biggest supply depot
in the Southern Hemisphere.
And what was Staff Sergeant Mitchell's role here?
Logistics and Embarkation Marine.
My compliance officer, basically.
-[JD] Sounds like a big gig. -Huge.
Track shipments in and out,
making sure we don't lose too much stuff along the way.
And do you?
Volume business like this,
there's always gonna be some bleed.
That's why we track it all by weight.
What you got on board today, Tommy?
-Buggered if I know, Chief. -[Equipment buzzes]
3,600 kilos of something, hey?
[Officer] A ship arrives at port,
driver weighs the load,
then transports it to the supply depot
where it's weighed again
and if it weighs the same, it is the same.
It takes human error out of it -
just how Mitchell liked it.
[Mackey] How was he outside of work?
We didn't socialize much.
He preferred numbers to people.
So you'd describe him as private, then?
Secretive maybe?
Was he involved in something I should know about here?
Just trying to get a picture of the man.
He have any enemies to speak of?
He was a good guy. He did his job and he did it well.
More than I can say for some.
[Workers chatter and laugh]
You know what, Chief? We have taken up enough of your time.
[Whistles sharply]
[Workers fall silent]
Which of you fellas can show us
to Lee Mitchell's office?
So the Chief reckons Mitchell was a tricky dude.
Was? Is he going somewhere?
Would you like him to?
Oh, no way. Lee's my main man.
Great guy. Makes my job easy.
Yeah, which is what exactly?
I run the floor.
A load comes in, I weigh it, stack it
and onto the next one.
Lee ever bust your balls over any compliance stuff?
Nah, we work great together. Never had an issue.
Besides...
[Chuckles] ..they're unbreakable.
I'll be sure to put that in the report.
Okay, so here's my pitch -
Mitchell's got a thing for exotic Australian animals
that go for big money on the black market, right?
So he and his mates knock off Natureland,
but it all goes pear-shaped
when he gets bitten by the taipan he's stealing,
forcing his mates to dump his body in the bush,
hoping it looks like death by snakebite,
but they didn't realize that the snake wasn't from the area.
How am I doing?
Well, it was just a pitch.
When I was 16, I worked a summer
at Redman's Granary just outside of Muscatine.
Sounds like the start of a country song.
Good people.
The only one I didn't click with was the compliance officer.
-Know why? -No.
'Cause if they're any good at what they do,
no one likes the compliance officer.
Neither of those guys we just met
could speak more highly of our staff sergeant.
-Right? -Glowing references.
Which says to me that either he was terrible at his job...
Or someone's telling porky pies.
Exactly.
Hm.
[Keyboard clacks]
[Computer blips]
[Doc Roy sighs and grumbles]
[Loudly] Doc, what time did he die again?!
-What? -Huh?
What?
-Who? -Mr Mitchell.
What was his time of death?
Oh, about 2am, thereabouts. Why?
Nothing. I just think I worked out where he died. That's all.
-Oh, yeah? Good onya. -No, I checked the sat nav.
And there were no trips logged that night,
but GPS ghost-tracks the car the whole time.
So I had a poke around the cache and there it was -
the community hall in Terrey Hills at 1:55am,
more than an hour from where we found the body.
[Computer blips]
-You tell the team, yeah? -No.
Was I supposed to?
This is a big deal. Tell the team.
-Oh, okay... [Sighs] -What are you doing?
Mackey's gonna go ape. She already hates me.
I'm just texting to see if it's okay to call her.
Oh, they're coppers!
[Clears throat] They're police officers, all right?
[Dials] They're used to taking unsolicited calls.
-Hm? -Mm.
[Sighs]
Listen, um...
..Bluebird.
Mackey doesn't hate you.
-She terrifies you. -Yes.
-She's a direct person. -Yes.
You be direct. You look her in the eye.
All right? Got that?
Yes.
She'll appreciate it, promise you.
[Slaps back firmly]
[Birds chirp]
Oh, come on!
Hey.
No?
-Nup. -What?!
According to Blue, this could be a potential murder scene.
Yeah, two days ago.
But right now it's a community hall.
[Groans]
[Evie laughs] God!
-Far out. -Would you quit it?
This thing is unreal.
I mean, it doesn't matter how scared you're walking, nothing.
-It still recognizes your gait. -Look. A, I'm not scared.
And, B, that's 'cause you already have me on your dataset.
But if you don't then you've got nothing to match to. What then?
Well, then there's always RuPaul.
Wait, wait, wait. That kinda looks like tracks.
-It looks fresh, though. -Yeah.
Somebody's been. Wait. Hold on.
[Door creaks]
[Eerie music]
-Guess we better check it out. -After you.
-You know, it's your country. -Fine.
Scissors, paper, rock. You know the rules?
Well, assuming it's the same thing
as rock, paper, scissors, I know the rules.
I wouldn't brag about being backwards, D.
-But whatever. -All right.
[Laughs] Paper beats rock.
Let me know what you find down there...
-[Chuckles] Oh-ho-ho! -What the hell is that?
-It's a taser. -A taser?
I thought you knew the rules. Taser beats paper.
-Then what beats taser? -Nothing.
So why not always do taser?
I do.
She's all yours, mate.
I'm gonna go pick that lock.
Hey! You really gonna make me go under there unarmed?
-[Sighs] Of course not. -That's what I'm talking about.
You gotta hook me up with something.
You...
Really?
Goddamn taser.
[Snickers]
Oh, dammit.
[Grunts and mutters]
Oh, God...
[Mutters indistinctly]
What?
[Sneezes]
Ooh! Oh, come on. No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, please. Don't die now. Don't...
Come on! Oh!
[Gasps]
[Hisses]
You gotta be kidding me.
You gotta be kidding me... [Murmurs]
[Hisses]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, bro.
Yo, I'm not gonna hurt you.
-Just... -[Hisses]
Okay, look. I'm one of the good guys, okay?
Look, just chill, all right?
Evie! Evie!
EVIE!
[Gasps and pants]
I found the taipan and Mitchell's phone.
Evie?
We need to find these guys.
[Weak squawk]
[Chirps]
[Squawks] Hello?
[Indistinct chatter]
[DeShawn] As far as I'm concerned,
Mitchell got what he had coming to him.
Karma's a bitch, bro.
Easy! Staff Sergeant Mitchell was a United States Marine.
Yeah, with a side hustle in exploiting native animals.
Zero sympathy from me.
Yeah, what is it, Doc?
Mate, are you anywhere near the access door?
Uh, yeah, I'm right there. What's up?
Well, I've just pulled a dozen splinters of wood
from underneath Mitchell's fingernails.
You check the inside of the door, will you, please?
Oh, let me call you back, Doc.
[Evie] Looks like Mitchell's buddies
just upgraded from smugglers to murderers.
-Sonofabitch. -[Mackey] Yeah.
They trapped him down there with the world's most venomous snake.
If you want to get angry, get angry at them.
Well, at least we're getting closer.
We now know the where, when and how it went down.
Just working on the why.
Anyone?
-Hello? -[Bird squawks]
Okay.
What if Staff Sergeant Mitchell was a door
who used his access to navy logistics to traffic wildlife,
one of his buddies got greedy, decided to cut him out?
Or he got cold feet, wanted out
and they needed to make sure he didn't spill?
Either way, we need to find his crew.
See if Blue can find out who Mitchell's been chatting with.
[Evie] On it.
Let me guess - Mitchell's joint?
I'm driving.
[Starter clicks]
You haven't broken it already, have you?
I'm just taking the piss.
Engine won't start without your foot on the brake. Safety tip.
I got a safety tip for you, Sergeant.
I don't do well with backseat drivers.
Of course not, 'cause you flew Hueys for a living.
-Yeah. -Hey, you got this.
[Wipers squeak]
It is bad enough that you drive on the wrong side of the road,
but you gotta put the wipers
where the turn signals are meant to be?
-'Indicators'. -Now you're giving the piss.
-'Taking' it. -No.
In this instance, I believe you're definitely giving it.
Let's go.
[Evie] Blue?
Boss lady wants it turned inside-out
for any sign of Mitchell's conspirators.
Okey-dokey.
[Bird chirps]
-[Bird chirps] -Oh, my goodness!
-Hello! -[Squawks] G'day.
Who's a pretty boy?
[Squawks] Who's a pretty boy?
I'm actually a girl, and I'm not that pretty.
[Squawks] Who's a pretty boy?
[Chuckles] All right, well, I'll take it.
-Hey? -Uh, paging Blue?
Mitchell's phone, yeah?
Yep, so...
Yep, do you...
On it. Yep, got it! On it!
Um, hey, Doc?
What? What do you want?
Wasn't too sure what to do with them.
I didn't want to leave them in the trash 'cause, you know...
Because they're not trash.
They, uh, might be used as evidence at some point.
I figured you'd have somewhere to keep them till them.
Yeah, good onya, mate.
We'll, uh...
..we'll keep them for as long as it takes.
Come on, Attenborough. I've got an idea.
[DeShawn] This is your plan?
Where better to base your animal export racket
than in one of the largest logistics hubs in the country?
And if I'm right, whoever robbed Natureland killed Mitchell
and we already have him on tape.
Yeah, except we don't know who they are
thanks to the balaclavas.
That's where the gait tech comes in.
You said it yourself - we don't have a database.
So let's build one.
Okay, fellas, I need everyone to form a line.
First gentleman up, let's go.
[Program trills]
-Next. -Okay.
[Evie] Next.
Next.
Come on, matey.
That it, bro?
I'm good. You good?
Yeah, I will be once you stop wasting my time.
[Program trills]
[Keyboard clacks]
256-bit encryption.
That's a little bit over the top, isn't it?
Come on, come on. Okay.
Boss lady already thinks you're not up to this.
Gotta impress Mackey, dumb-ass.
[Squawks] Mackey dumb-ass.
No! No, no, no, no, no.
Don't say that. Don't say that, okay?
-No, no. -Mackey dumb-ass.
[Blue] I'm the dumb-ass.
Mackey's my boss and she... she's terrifying!
But she's very nice, okay?
Mackey...Mackey nice! Mackey nice!
[Squawks] Mackey dumb-ass.
[Mackey] I like what Mitchell's done to the place.
Ugh, I'm getting flashbacks
to every furnished apartment I've ever lived in.
[JD] Right?
[Mackey] Who does this?
Labels for, what,
sheets, pillow slips, duvets?
'Doonas', in case you need to buy one.
-Sounds made up. -[Chuckles]
Still, I'm gonna have to buy all this stuff
once the fleet pulls out and I have to find some proper digs.
Where am I supposed to get all this housey stuff?
A housey-stuff store, I guess.
Sounds challenging.
As far as degree of difficulty goes,
I'd say it's a, you know, 7.5.
How long you say you've been living out of a suitcase for?
Trying to remember the last time I didn't.
Oh, right. Well, make that a 9, then.
Long time to be away from family, huh?
Okay.
[Edgy music]
[Mackey] Sarge?
Yeah.
Wow. Okay.
-You read table? -No, afraid not.
What do you think this means?
I'm not sure,
but it was written by a compliance officer
who was involved in trafficking exotic animals,
one of which ended up killing him.
-Hm. -Be good to know, wouldn't it?
Yeah.
[Blue] Oh, my goodness.
It's beautiful.
Yeah, if you get off on pure math.
I know, right?
How'd do you with Mitchell's phone?
Uh...big-time encrypted.
But I did manage to hack his playlist.
And?
And, um, turns out that Mr Mitchell
was into some pretty trippy '90s German trance.
Uh, Niels Van Gogh, Laut Sprecher, HiQ...
But the rest is scrambled eggy.
But you're working on un-egging it, right?
Yep, totally un...un-egging, fully un-egged.
[Sighs]
I won't let you down, Agent Mackey.
[Squawks] Mackey dumb-ass.
-No, no, he... -[Chuckles]
He's taken that totally out of context.
-Just crack the phone, Blue. -[Sighs]
[Program pings]
No!
I...I don't think we have to.
[Clicks] I'm the dumb-ass!
-I don't know how I missed this. -Missed what?
Ever since I fired up Mr Mitchell's phone,
he's been receiving incoming notifications and...
-I'm such a nuffy! -Come again?
-[Blue] Every 30 seconds. -[Program pings]
See, social media and newsfeeds,
they're randomized based on what people post.
But this is regular.
This feels like a geolocator of some sort.
[Program pings]
So someone was tracking Mitchell's phone.
No, I think he was tracking someone else's
and whoever it is, they just left the Naval Supply Depot,
heading towards Mascot.
-Patch it through to my phone. -Already have.
Mackey says, "Good job, Blue."
[Squawks] Mackey dumb-ass.
[Snickers and laughs]
Let's go. Solve that...and that.
Well done.
What are you doing to me, buddy?
I'm already an endangered species around here, okay?
I don't need your help.
[Train rattles]
-Hey, big fella. -[Car door shuts]
[Knock at door]
Hello, Tommy. Remember us?
Got some questions about Lee Mitchell.
Huh, nah, I don't really know the guy.
Hey, so how come his phone
had a GPS tracker linked to yours, huh?
Nah, I don't know anything about that.
No?
We found it in a crawl space underneath the community hall...
..where he died.
Know nothing about that too?
Mitchell wasn't in on it. He was onto it.
He put a tracker in your phone
and followed you to your stash house.
Where you caught him and killed him.
Yeah, I wanna speak to my lawyer.
Yeah, no worries.
Hey, while we wait, um,
you should hear the message he recorded while he was dying.
Hey, play him the part
where he was begging for them to let him out of the crawl space.
Or maybe his dying words to his mum?
[JD] Help us out here
and it won't all come down on you, Tommy.
Walk away and all bets are off.
Look, Mitchell...
..was a nosy bastard.
But he didn't deserve that.
The snake was way too much and I told him that.
Told who? Whose idea was it, Tommy?
Come on, mate. Hey.
Tell us the truth.
Who else was with you?
[Dramatic music]
[Siren wails in distance]
[Program trills]
[Blips]
Ooh-hoo!
-It's a bit late now. -Come on, partner!
Take the win!
Look, we have confirmation
Tommy was part of the Natureland heist.
Except he's on Doc's autopsy table with a hole in his head,
so not a lot of use in finding out who the others are.
Uh-uh. Disagree. Look.
Whoever shot Tommy knew your fancy gait tech
was gonna ping him as one of the thieves.
They knew we'd bring Tommy in.
-So they got him first. -So?
So that means someone else from the depot was in on it.
[Claps] We just need to find out who.
[Woman speaks German]
[Heavy trance music plays on headphones]
[Mackey] Is this really necessary?
Yeah, she's using Lee's music to get into his vibe.
-Just let her do her thing. -Oh, I am, believe me.
They're permanent markers.
Right. [Chuckles]
-[Trance music continues] -Blue?
-Oh! Sorry. Hi. Um... -Got anything?
No, not really. Um...
[Sighs] I'm thinking these are dates
written in American format with the month first.
-They could be shipping dates. -That's a lot of shipments.
I mean, there's no way they're exporting that many animals.
Maybe it's not just animals.
Maybe it's not just exports.
What if this is bigger than we're imagining?
Chief Rennie said they lost a lot of stuff.
What if they're skimming on the imports too?
[Doc Roy] Here you go - 6.8mm round
fired from a military-style assault rifle.
You didn't hear it. Most likely, it was suppressed.
-6.8mm? That one of yours? -[Mackey] Maybe.
Marine Special Ops have been trialing them
for the last few months.
And in any case, if this bullet
didn't get him first,
the heart attack would've come a close second.
Old Tommy's arteries were absolutely shot.
Clogged up like the Harbour Tunnel on a long weekend.
Can you please stop talking? Just...
How much did he weigh again?
135 kilograms. Big lump of a lad.
He would've made a great prop, you know?
-It's weights. -[Doc Roy] Huh?
It's weights. It's...
134.1. 135.5. 135.7. 134.9.
You average out all these numbers and what do you get?
You get a fail in high school maths.
You get 135-kilo Tommy Latu driving a truck.
It's simple. It's all...
Oh, gross, tare - it's all here.
It's plus or minus either side of 135.
-Here. -Oop! Ooh!
[Blue] Okay, the goods come off the ship at the port
into the truck where it's weighed and logged.
Instead of going to the depot,
Tommy makes a detour via the community hall
where he offloads 135 kilos of navy gear.
But now the truck is underweight so when he gets to the depot,
he just sits in the truck while it's being weighed,
bringing the total back up to square.
It's the simplest scam of all.
They are stealing gear based on Tommy's body weight.
We need to figure out who the other two bottom-feeders are,
'cause if we solve Natureland, we solve the lot.
Feel like asking a man about a gun?
Well, that depends - are you driving?
[Engine revs, tires squeal]
[Breathes heavily]
Might catch a bus next time.
[Car locks beep]
[Rennie] Back already, Agency Mackey?
How can I miss you if you never go away?
Last time, I promise.
What you're suggesting just isn't possible.
Too many checks and balances.
You'd hope so given the type of material they store here.
[JD] Like guns, for instance.
Got any of them in stock?
We're a trans-shipment hub
for the entire US Asia-Pacific fleet.
Of course we have guns.
Oh, anything that fires a 6.8mm round?
If it's US Marine issue, we'd have it.
I think my colleague, in his roundabout Aussie way,
is asking to see them, Chief.
[DeShawn] All right, robber number one.
Bit slow on the uptake, D.
We've already found him, remember?
I know, but it got me thinking, what's the first thing
a thief does before he robs somewhere?
Flunks school and has a string of unfulfilling relationships?
Mn-mn. He cases the joint.
You think someone saw him at Natureland?
Maybe, and if so, maybe he can ID his buddies too.
See? Not just a pretty face, huh?
Not even.
[Evie] Come on, princess.
So you had a little run-in with a snake.
Pfft, little?
Top 10 most venomous animal on the entire planet.
And you lived to tell the tale. Good for you.
Yeah, I could've been a statistic.
Oh, please!
What is it with you foreigners
and your obsession about Australian wildlife?
I don't know a single person
who's ever been bitten by a snake.
-Really? -Yeah.
It's all hype. Never even seen one.
Okay, makes me feel a little better, I guess.
Oh, there you go.
Now, your white-tail, on the other hand...
-White-tail? -Hm?
Common house spider, all over Sydney.
They'll crawl into your washing, your bed, clothing...
Especially your undies.
Huh! Please tell me you're kidding.
Wish I was.
Ex-boyfriend got bitten down there.
Downstairs?
Became necrotic.
Doctors had to... [Makes guttural noise]
I mean, that was it as far as our relationship was concerned.
Ask yourself why most Aussie guys go commando.
[Woman on video] Welcome to Natureland...
Oh, and now you're gonna tell me
I have to worry about kangaroos too, right?
Look, I'm telling you, I draw the line there.
You know, kangaroos are cute. They got little babies.
No! You guys got birds the size of dinosaurs.
[JD] How many assault rifles you have in stock currently?
[Lock blips, gate opens]
-I'll have to check. -[JD] Oh, we can wait.
And while you're at it, let me know
how much one weighs with a suppressor.
[Gate slams]
We currently have 50 rifles on site according to this.
And each weighs 4.9kg suppressed, give or take.
So 135 divided by 4.9?
27.5. Hm, 28.
What's 28?
That's how many guns you're missing.
[Scoffs]
[Tense music]
I don't understand.
We're gonna need to see footage from your most recent delivery.
[Clears throat]
Now show me last Tuesday, 10:32am.
Any idea why the driver's
still in the truck if you're weighing the load?
Be a sport, punch in on the driver, would you?
That's, um... I'll have to follow that up.
Or you could assume, like we have,
that Tommy's been ripping off the navy
by skimming his body weight in goods.
[Mackey] Whose job is it
to assess the weighing of the trucks?
-Floor manager Frank Lupo. -And who's his direct report?
-Let me check. -[JD] Thanks.
[Dramatic music]
[Grunts]
Oh!
[JD] Where's Lupo?
And where are the 28 assault rifles he's stolen?
Okay, okay! Natureland.
The deal's going down. It's happening as we speak.
[JD] Evie and D are walking right into it.
[Tense music]
[DeShawn] Wait a minute. What?
Look like the van from the CCTV footage of the robbery?
[DeShawn] Mm.
The tread's a match to the tire tracks
at the community hall too.
Someone's packing up to leave.
What the hell?
-[Device trills] -What...
-What the... -[Phone buzzes]
-[Click] -[Woman] Don't answer that.
[Man] Yeah, we'll take the lot.
[Man 2] And more if you've got 'em.
[Woman] Go!
Found these two snooping around outside.
What, just the two of them?
-I didn't see anyone else. -Come here.
[Grunts]
Oh, hello, sunshine.
[Gun clatters]
What? No gun? Really?
And you call yourself a cop, hey?
Don't even start.
Play it smart.
You're only making things worse.
[Grunts]
I never done smart. Just ask my sixth-grade teacher.
Oh, you made it that far? Go, you.
Ugh!
[Sighs]
[Siren wails]
We need urgent backup at 36 Black Mountain Road...
[Tires screech, engine revs]
Car, not chopper, yeah?
[Tires screech]
We need to get out of here.
We can be on a plane before anybody knows what happened.
And then what? They're NCIS. They know who we are.
They may know who you are, but they got no idea about us.
And how long do you reckon that's gonna last for, genius?
Depends what happens next.
[Siren wails]
[Engine revs]
[Honks horn]
[Tires squeal]
-Left, left! -[Horn blares]
[Hisses]
What do you think they're saying?
I don't think they're swapping falafel recipes.
It's gonna work, it's gonna work.
Trust me, it will. Do you want me to do it?
[Woman speaks indistinctly]
Bring the van around the front. Go. Now.
You guys, go. I got this.
-Let's go. On your feet. -[DeShawn] We're good here.
Come again?
Oh! Oh, you think I'm gonna make it easy for you?
You know, head outside so you can shoot us in the back?
You wanna shoot me, you look me in the eyes while you do it.
[Chuckles] Tough guy, are ya?
No, not at all, but I've been to war so I know what it takes.
See, I don't think you do.
Lee Mitchell would have a thing or two to say about that.
Really? So you locked him in a crawl space with a snake?
Couldn't look him in the eye either, could you?
Nah, I had no problem killing him.
I just hate snakes, is all.
[Woman] Frank?
What you waiting for?
-Load it up! -It's gonna be tricky.
Hey, Frank. Us again.
Get back!
It's over, Frank! We got the place surrounded!
Hands on your head! Face down on the floor now!
[Rapid gunfire]
Hate to point out the obvious,
but it looks like you guys are outgunned here, mate.
Come on. Give me the gun. Give me the goddamn gun.
It doesn't seem fair, does it?
[Gasps]
[Hisses]
-Oh! -Don't even think about it!
Put it down! Now!
Down!
[Gun clatters]
-[Exhales] -[DeShawn] You good?
-Yeah. -All right.
[Footsteps approach]
[JD] Still at it?
Yeah, I, uh...I need to call Sergeant Mitchell's mom.
I'm just waiting for the timezone
to kick in more favorably on her end.
Never a good time to be getting the news
you're about to give her, huh?
That's the gig.
Are you moving in?
Oh, no. Just, um, housey stuff.
Um, excuse the wrapping.
Come join us when you're done, Macka.
Why don't we just stick with 'Mackey'?
Oh, bugger. No one told you, did they?
Told me what?
See, when Aussies like someone,
we become incapable of using their real names.
-Why is that? -I don't know.
It's part of our natural charm, I guess.
Uh-huh.
[JD] Hm.
So, uh, what do I do with 'JD', then?
You'll figure something out.
[Sighs]
[Bats screech]
[DeShawn] Check it out. Sydney's turning it on.
Damn! This country is something else.
Well, sounds like we've got a fan there.
He's like a little American Paddington Bear.
You know he's personally making sure
every one of those animals gets rehomed
at a sanctuary up north?
Now who's drinking the Kool-Aid, huh?
-Oh, whatever! -Yeah.
I'm still not wearing a cap, though.
-[Scoffs] Yeah. -Oh, do me a favor.
Find out if he's wearing undies.
You told him the white-tail story.
-Didn't you? -[Chuckles]
[Doc Roy] Okay, fella, what do you reckon?
Scissors, paper, rock for the next round? Up for it?
[DeShawn] Ooh-hoo! Come on. I'll take some of that action.
-Come on. Here we go. -Right.
Ha-ha! Taser beats scissors.
Yeah? Nah, mate.
The old double taser beats everything, son.
-Double taser? -The old double taser.
I think these Aussies got your number, D.
There she is. Mackey on deck.
[Doc Roy] Here you go.
[Galah squawks] Mackey dumb-ass.
[All laugh]
[Laughs]
[Laughter continues]