[Engine purrs]
If they beat us again, I will literally bury myself alive.
Mindy, we just have to visualize the win.
Be positive or the flowers will absorb your negativity.
What is there to be positive about?
Those molls have beat us three times in a row.
Or a more positive take, we came second three times in a row.
Because they're cheating.
You're wigging out!
It's a floral competition. Just relax.
-When they go low, we go high. -Or we go lower.
-Don't. -I'm gonna say it.
-No... -It's time.
-We've been over this, Mindy. -Pesticides.
What? Everyone else is doing it.
If everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you?
-[Thud] -[Brakes screech]
What the actual...
Did you hit something?
No, I think something hit us.
[Mindy] Could you not kill us
before we even get to the competition?
Seriously, nothing. Not even a scratch.
Are the flowers okay?
They'd better be.
[Both scream]
Oh, my...
[Dramatic music]
[Theme music]
[Upbeat music]
Yes!
[People cheer]
[Evie] Nice kicks.
I don't think you can bowl in those.
I'm just here for moral support.
You know, blow on some balls for good luck.
I think that only works for dice.
[Evie chuckles]
I mean, besides, who goes bowling anyway?
70 million Americans.
The only thing worse than sticking your fingers
in a bunch of filthy holes is doing it wearing clown shoes.
Yeah, so why'd you guys choose it for team bonding
two years in a row?
What are you talking about? We've never been bowling before.
Yeah, you have, last year.
-Says who? -Says Blue.
Mackey's orders, apparently,
straight from the top.
She was obviously...joking.
Which everyone would have known, except for you.
So that's why JD responded to my invite with a laughing emoji.
Hook, line and sinker.
Later, sucker.
[Trigger] Yeah, no worries.
I might stick around, try and get through all this.
All the beers and snacks I bought for the team to bond us.
All good. Catch you tomorrow.
[Officer] Okay, keep moving, thanks.
Ensign Curtis Lee, 26.
Here on the USS Solomon.
Got into town two weeks ago.
Local cops are thinking he jumped.
What do you think?
If he was gonna kill himself,
why come all the way out here to do it?
And how'd he get out here? Staties find any abandoned cars?
-[Mackey] Not yet. -[Camera clicks]
It's a new take on pushing up daisies.
More like squashing down posies.
Garden stake impaled straight through his abdomen.
Shouldn't there be more blood?
[Doc Roy] It's hard to tell.
Stake might be plugging up the wound.
I won't know more till I get him back to autopsy.
D, get on the overpass, see what you can find.
[DeShawn] You got it.
And get Evie to pull CCTV from nearby tollways
around the time Curtis went over the side.
[DeShawn] Will do.
[Mutters] If she ever shows.
-[Beep!] -[Evie] You've reached Evie.
Just text me like a normal person.
-[Beep!] -Yo, pick up.
I'm trying to save your ass from getting in trouble.
Unless your ass is already in trouble,
which is why you're not picking up.
Or you're asleep, which means
your ass ain't gonna be troubled picking up.
Just hit me back.
[Chilling music]
[Train horn toots]
Well, no phone.
No way our dead guy's more of a Luddite than Doc.
How very dare you!
Let me guess. "Goodbye, cruel world"?
More like "Hello, sleepless nights."
Wait, is this a paternity test?
Looks like Curtis was gonna be a dad.
[Groans]
Miss one night on the job and they've already locked you out.
I was on the job.
Bowling, anyone?
Wait, you went to that?
Yeah, thanks for the heads-up, partner.
Just feeling really bonded right now.
Oh, man! See, I love bowling.
Greatest participation sport in America.
Should've called. I would have come.
My phone died.
Ooh, you're looking a little near death yourself.
You hungover?
Please, it takes more than half a dozen beers
and an unspecified amount of tequila shots
to leave me dusty.
Oh. Thank you.
[Evie groans]
Ooh, you are hungover.
Bite me, D.
[Knocks on glass] Hey!
-[Kicks door] -[Laughs]
Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I got your back.
The hell happened to you?
Evie went bowling.
[Both laugh]
Sucker!
[DeShawn] Our guy with the stake through him was
Ensign Curtis Lee.
Enlisted at 18, completed his OCS training,
got his commission last year.
Blue flamer.
-Anything from the toll cams? -Still checking.
Right?
Right, Evie?
Uh, yeah. Good work, D.
-[Door rattles] -[Trigger] Hello?
Oh, I think the doors are playing up.
Oh, you've got your first job for the day.
If you can stomach it.
Yeah, I'll get right to it, Skip.
[Mackey] D?
D?
Oh. So I spoke to Curtis' family back in Seattle.
They didn't know anything about the pregnancy.
Far as they knew, he was single.
[JD] The clinic that did the paternity test
has no record of mum either.
She didn't give her name
and they destroy all DNA after testing,
but she had to be in Sydney to test.
-Mm. -So, why all the secrecy?
Curtis had been at sea for months.
-Maybe mom was a shipmate. -So?
So fraternization is a serious offense under US naval law.
As an officer, if Curtis was caught hooking up with an NCO...
It could destroy his career.
Which might give motive to suicide.
So Curtis' bank statements put him
at a bar in Kings Cross at 1800 last night.
Staff said he was with two women, both US Navy.
[Mackey] Okay.
We'll go talk to his lady friends.
Evie, D, huddle with Doc.
See if you can find out cause of death.
Hangover.
Oh, you mean the dead guy.
My bad.
[Mackey laughs]
Okay. Yeah, okay. Laugh it up, D.
I'm a professional.
Watch and learn.
[Squelching noises]
-[Gags] -[Doc Roy] Hey!
-You chuck up, you clean up. -I'm fine.
[Clears throat] Just get on with it.
Go easy, Doc. Evie had a big night.
Trigger too, by the looks of it.
Ah. Evie, Trigger...
..and Curtis.
Blood alcohol reading .12.
He's practically pickled.
You know what? I actually have some paperwork I need to do.
Well, don't you wanna hear the cause of death?
Just text me. No pics necessary.
Text me instead. Her phone's dead.
Multiple fractures and internal trauma
caused by impalement on the garden stake,
all consistent with a fall from a significant...height.
Yep, that'll do it.
Well, except it didn't, you see?
There's hardly any bleeding
around the impalement and fracture sites.
You thinking his heart stopped pumping before he fell?
I'd stake my life on it, so to speak.
Great, so the dead guy was dead before he went off the overpass.
Then there's the abrasions on his elbows, knees, and hips,
and I found carpet fibers too.
My guess is he was dragged post-mortem.
So what killed him?
Ah.
Sub-arachnoid hemorrhage
caused by blunt-force trauma to the head.
Now, do you see that blue thing on the tray there?
Pick it up for me, please.
That is a mold
of the depression fracture in Curtis' skull.
Match that and you will find out.
[Serious music]
[Pia] I don't understand. Did he jump?
-[Mackey] We don't think so. -So what happened?
[JD] Oh, we're looking into it.
How well do you both know Curtis?
Three of us have been tight since basic training.
Curtis and I catch up with Chloe
whenever we're in the same time zone.
You're based here, Chloe?
Yes, sir. US Navy Logistics.
Based out of Sydney going on two years.
[Mackey] And you were all out together last night?
How'd Curtis seem?
Ah, he'd been drinking before he showed up.
Didn't slow down once he got there.
He seem drunk?
More loose, really.
It got a little weird when Chloe suggested he slow down.
Then he just bailed.
You guys had words?
Not really. I just told him to chill.
He got annoyed and left.
-He say where he was going? -No.
Whereabouts did you go afterwards?
I called it a night.
I put Chloe in a cab,
then went bar hopping, had a meal.
With your other shipmates?
No, sir, just me.
Was Curtis seeing anyone romantically?
-No. -Absolutely not.
You seem pretty sure about that.
I'd have known. We've been at sea for months.
Then how is it possible he was about to be a father?
Curtis never mentioned that?
Not to me.
No, ma'am, he did not.
Thanks for your time.
[Intriguing music]
[JD] Are you really buying that
Curtis wouldn't have told his best mates
that he was about to become a dad?
Not even one of them?
What if he didn't have to?
What if one of them already knew?
Really? Both Pia and Chloe are NCOs.
I thought you couldn't mess around with an officer.
Trust me, fraternization rules are the least of their worries.
Well, Curtis is dead,
which means mom's now a single parent.
A good chance she'll need to find someone to take custody
while deployed or face being discharged.
As in legally hand over custody?
You can't bring a kid on a destroyer, Jim.
[JD] Being a single parent with a career in the military.
-Huge decision, huh? -Hmm?
[JD] Well, a big call when
you're barely out of the gates yourself.
What are the chances of getting that one right?
What choice you got?
If it's the hand you've been dealt, you work it out.
Besides, I don't think mom's on the ship.
How do you figure that?
'Cause we're looking for someone
who's at least 35 weeks pregnant.
[Blue] No.
So I don't want to buy any, sorry.
No, I already have some.
I found it under a dead man's fingernails,
and I need to know if it's yours.
Yes.
Coffee scrub, honeycomb. Rosemary...
Yes, of course, I'm happy to hold.
Thank you, Rosemary.
-Hey. -Hi.
Hey, how'd you go with the white cloth from the overpass?
Great. So it's a heavy cotton canvas,
and it was covered in Curtis' DNA.
Could be what the body was dragged in.
[DeShawn] Mm.
What's with all the soap?
So Doc found soap under Curtis' fingernails.
Coffee scrub and honeycomb.
-Doesn't sound Navy issue. -That's what I thought.
But then I figured if I could identify the brand
and where they stock it, we might be able to work out
where else Curtis went last night.
[Woman on phone] Ah, hello?
Hello!
-[Drill whirs] -[Mackey] Hey, drill sergeant.
-Fix the doors yet? -Ah, not exactly.
Thank you so much.
I'm thinking it might be the software.
And I'm thinking I found out
where Curtis last washed his hands.
[Knock on door]
[JD] AFP, we have a warrant. We're coming in!
[Grim music]
Whoa! Hell of a venue for a dirty weekend.
Not so dirty now. You smell bleach?
-Yeah. -Whoo!
Now I understand the fancy-ass soap.
What kind of 25-year-old bloke books a place like this?
Been on a ship for months, sleeping with his boys,
jammed in like sardines.
My guess is, making up for lost time.
Pass me Doc's mold.
Tetris.
D, black light.
Bingo.
I think we just found where Curtis died.
And I reckon our guy was after more than just a dirty weekend.
Guess the answer was no.
Okay, so impact was at the back of the skull.
Yeah, so Curtis fell backward and hit his head there.
So was he pushed or tripped, maybe?
-[Door opens and closes] -I mean, he was pretty sloshed.
[Evie] There's no sign of forced entry.
Most likely the dead guy knew his killer.
Neighbors said they heard a man and a woman arguing around 1930.
Do you reckon she killed him before or after he proposed?
Slow your roll, Constable. Could still be an accident.
Accident or not, someone still threw his body off an overpass.
The question is who.
[Phone ringing tone]
[Woman] You've called Alycia Williams.
Please leave a message.
[Beep!]
Alycia and David Williams.
She's a midwife, he's Australian Navy.
Coincidence.
-You know how I feel about them. -Yeah.
Speaking of.
[Man whistles casually]
[JD] Excuse me.
You must be David, right?
That's right. You guys friends of Alycia's?
Ah, no. Jim Dempsey, AFP.
This is my partner, Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.
Smells good, mate.
Is there a problem?
We're here to speak to your wife, Alycia.
[Alycia] Is everything okay?
Uh...
Is there somewhere we can chat in private?
Uh, yeah.
And the apartment was only booked
in the name of Curtis Lee?
-[Mouse clicks] -Okay.
That makes sense. Thanks for your time.
[Clicks repeatedly]
-[Sighs] -Still on the circle of death?
-Uh-huh. -What about your computer?
You mean the one I'm about to throw at your head?
Ooh.
[Clicks repeatedly]
Blue? Can you just...
Did you get any sleep last night?
You want me to put you to sleep forever?
Come on. Come on!
Hey, whoa, careful!
We have to be nice to the machines, you know?
Just in case.
-[DeShawn] Mm. -Just in case what?
The AI takeover.
Blue's been telling me all about it.
Look, I shouldn't even be, like, talking about this
in front of the computer mics, but it's the singularity
that we really need to worry about.
You know, the point in time when developments in AI
will surpass society's ability to be able to control it,
leading to irreversible and potentially
destructive consequences for civilization as we know it.
I just wanna check my emails.
Oh, that should be fine then. [Chuckles]
Your computer's just indexing. It'll take, like, a minute.
Oh, but it's been indexing for the last hour.
What? Really? That's weird.
Is yours doing it too?
Yeah, mine's the exact same.
Hmm!
That shouldn't be happening.
Sorry about the paint smell.
All the other rooms are being napped in by toddlers.
[Mackey] Wow. It's very yellow.
You sure are prepared.
Well, when you've been waiting as long as we have,
you don't mess around.
How far along are you?
-35 weeks. The end's in sight. -Yeah.
And David's the father, obviously.
Uh...
Something you wanna tell me, babe?
I'm pretty sure Dave's the dad.
We did IVF.
It cuts down the margin for error
when it comes to who's who, right?
-Which clinic was that? -Ovus Fertility in Chatswood.
Mm-hm.
I'm sorry, what's this about?
Do you know who this man is?
Uh, yeah, we know Curtis.
He's good mates with the girl that rents out our studio.
-What's her name? -Chloe Simpson.
She's US Navy too. Curtis visits whenever he's in town.
Sorry, is this about Chloe or Curtis? Are they okay?
Chloe's fine.
Okay, thank God.
You had me worried for a second there.
And Curtis?
I'm afraid Curtis is dead.
Oh, my God.
Does Chloe know? What happened?
We're still working that out.
We have a few leads, though.
I just spoke with him last night.
What about?
Ah, he rang me at work. I...
I'm a midwife. He was anxious. He wanted advice.
Advice about what?
Please. It's essential to help us understand his headspace.
He'd just found out that he was gonna be a father.
He was freaking out.
Did he say who the mother was?
He wouldn't say.
Can you point me to Chloe's room?
Out the back. By the pool.
[Knocks at door]
How you holding up?
Mind if I sit?
I do, actually, ma'am. [Sniffles]
I've told you everything I know.
Yeah, I'm not sure you have, Chloe.
You and Curtis were tight, and I'm having a hard time
believing you didn't know who he was seeing.
He wasn't seeing anyone. I told you already.
I understand the instinct to protect your friend,
but it's about more than that now.
It's about protecting a baby.
We need to know who mom is.
I wish I could tell you.
[Mackey] This from the last time Curtis was in town?
When was it taken?
I don't know. Seven or eight months ago.
We were staying the weekend at Alycia's holiday house.
-Was David there? -No, he had to work.
This was eight months ago?
-[Chloe] Something like that. -[Door opens]
Oh, my God, sweetheart.
Are you okay? Oh, you poor thing.
I'm sorry about Curtis.
Look, I'm sorry, but unless you have any further questions,
we're gonna need some time to process.
I understand.
Mind if we hold onto this?
[Dark music]
Let's just double-check the chips.
[DeShawn] Yep. Yep, that's it.
All vehicles through the toll point between those hours
with obscured or missing plates.
Yeah, go ahead.
Okay, how about this?
Curtis visits Sydney eight months ago, a.k.a. 35 weeks,
and while he's in town, he has an affair with Alycia.
Alycia gets pregnant by Curtis,
but covers by telling David
it was a successful round of IVF.
Then somehow, David finds out,
kills Curtis in retribution.
Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.
[Phone receiver clicks]
Toll company got what looks like a late-model Subaru Forester.
No e-tag, plates blacked out,
but plenty of room for a body in the back.
David Williams drives a Forester.
And I just got CCTV footage of one at a service station
near the overpass,
minutes after Curtis fell.
[Evie sighs]
There's still no visual on the driver, though.
D and I can go for a little road trip. Check it out.
I also need you to go to Ovus Fertility.
Find out if Alycia's baby really is the result of IVF.
If it's okay with you, Cap, how about we divide and conquer?
Divide and conquer?
Yeah. I take Trigger as my liaison.
He is AFP, after all.
And you could take the gas station.
I'm sure you could use
some electrolytes and a Slim Jim.
-[Laughs humorlessly] -Sure.
But, um, the door's still broken,
so someone's gonna need to stick around.
I thought it was a software issue.
Blue, you can handle that, right?
On it.
[Mackey] Okay, the people have spoken.
Evie gets the car, Trigger and D get IVF.
-Trigger, on me. -Oh, cute.
You guys are gonna make great parents.
[Phone rings nearby]
[DeShawn clears throat]
Sounds like I missed a good night.
Been a minute since I had a blowout.
Where'd y'all end up?
Ah, can't remember much.
-Details are a little hazy. -Yeah, I get it.
You know, not that it's any of my business.
[Chuckles]
Yeah, Evie loves a party, am I right?
I guess.
Damn straight! That girl can partay! Mm-hm!
Is there something you wanna ask me, mate?
Nah, we...we cool. We good.
Look, team dynamics can change
when people start to... fraternize in new ways.
Not that it's any of my business.
You said that already.
Look, Evie's a real good friend of mine.
Despite appearances, she's got my back.
And I've got hers.
DeShawn Jackson and Travis Riggs.
Hi. Welcome. Come this way.
It ain't like that.
[Tense music]
[Car door shuts]
You owe me, D.
[Object thuds]
[JD] Take you back?
I don't miss the reflux, if that's what you're asking.
[JD chuckles]
Yeah, Bec had it bad too.
Survived on a diet of Vegemite toast
for the entire last trimester.
Couldn't keep anything down.
Sucks, huh?
Kid's not even born yet
and she's gonna be a solo mum.
How'd you do it?
Listen, Jim, I know you think a lot of me,
but it wasn't exactly the immaculate conception.
Trey has a dad.
He just didn't raise him.
Yeah, but you did.
That can't have been easy.
Honestly, I just made it up as I went along.
I wanted to teach him that
nowhere worth going is easy, right,
and there's never just one way through something.
Mmm.
I just wanted him to be proud of his mom.
Is that why you joined the Marines?
Besides being able to fly choppers, yeah.
Regular paycheck, free college,
the chance to make a difference.
Plus this way,
Trey got to grow up with his grandma's cooking.
Well, having tasted yours,
that's one hell of a selling point.
Ow!
[Both laugh]
Service is sacrifice, Jim.
It's also an honor.
Just like parenthood.
Yeah.
[Doc Roy] Hey, cockos!
I've got Alycia's medical records from DeShawn,
and it looks like a successful round of IVF
using Alycia's egg and David's sperm.
There goes that theory.
Looks like.
Alycia's estrogen levels at her last failed round of IVF
are completely inconsistent with the most recent successful one.
So? Hormones fluctuate all the time.
Not so much.
I'd say these records are either
a massive clinical error or...
They're fabricated.
Followed the blue Subaru Forester.
Guess where it led me.
[Door closes]
Battery's dead, but 10 bucks says that's Curtis' phone.
Why are you so sure?
[Evie] It's the same material found on the overpass.
Looks like a drop sheet, covered in paint.
Wouldn't be yellow paint, would it?
Mm-hm.
Same color David painted the nursery.
Yeah, well, I hope he's finished,
'cause he's about to be in a world of pain.
We've got matching paint on a drop sheet
used to move Curtis' body,
David's car leaving the crime scene and motive.
You had me at drop sheet.
Good job.
[Dramatic music]
[Knocks]
David Williams? It's Special Agent Mackey.
No Chloe.
-Wait! Hey, come here! -[Dramatic music]
[Grunts and groans]
Where are Chloe and Alycia?
Alycia's got nothing to do with it.
We've seen her medical records. We know the truth.
-She's been through enough. -[JD] That's not for you to say.
Where is she?
It's on me, okay?
There was no other choice.
What, so you found out Alycia had an affair, huh,
and was carrying Curtis' baby?
-Come again? -And then what?
You killed him in a fit of rage, is that it?
What the hell are you talking about?
Where's Chloe? She find out, you kill her too?
Whoa! Are you insane? No...
None of that happened. We didn't murder anyone.
-You just confessed. -No, no, no, no.
Look, you've got it all wrong, okay?
-Look, here, I'll show you. -Hey!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -Hands where I can see them!
First trimester.
Second trimester.
Third.
I didn't kill Curtis. I had no reason to.
Because Alycia isn't pregnant.
[David] We tried everything.
Supplements, diets, acupuncture, IVF.
Before you know it, seven years and nine miscarriages later.
You know, you stop telling people that you're trying,
but it doesn't matter because they've stopped asking.
And your friends are having kids like there's nothing to it.
We'd given up all hope.
What was the plan?
Wait for the due date,
go down the coast for a few weeks,
come back with our baby.
What baby?
The baby that Chloe's carrying.
Chloe's pregnant?
She's our surrogate.
That's what you were worried about us finding out?
Look, the minimum age here is 25,
but in the US, it's 21.
She would be a legal surrogate there.
Yeah. Except we're here, mate.
So you convinced her to have a baby for you?
No, she offered.
And we said no multiple times, but she insisted.
And after all the failure, the heartache,
everything that Alycia had been through...
Chloe's a young woman in a foreign country
and you're her landlord.
She was our last chance.
[Sighs] Look, I will do the time.
But you can't take our baby away from us, please.
She's our daughter.
Actually, she's not your daughter. You're not the dad.
Curtis is.
What?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
No, I...I drove Chloe to the clinic myself.
I...I was there. It's our embryo. It stuck.
Curtis was last in town 35 weeks ago.
It's gonna kill her.
Or would she kill to hide it?
Alycia was on shift last night, right?
Yeah.
Whose car did she take?
Hers is in for a service, so she...
She took mine.
[Door opens]
You owe me 10 bucks. Phone belongs to Curtis.
Check out the wallpaper.
[Door closes]
[Sighs]
Mate, it is all about the timing.
Chloe had Alycia and David's embryo implanted.
Then Chloe and Curtis have sex
within a few days of the implantation.
She gets pregnant to Curtis.
Everyone just assumes this is a successful round of IVF.
[Mackey] Still no sign of Alycia,
and state police are at the IVF clinic.
The doctor confessed to filing
all of Chloe's prenatal records under Alycia's name.
They were hiding the illegal surrogacy.
Right, so is it just me or is she missing the whole...
-[Whistles] -[Doc Roy chuckles]
Well, as per the file,
Chloe's uterus is retroverted,
meaning baby tips backwards, not out.
And coupled with her tall stature,
the pregnancy becomes easier to conceal.
That, and you can do a lot with a baggy sweater.
[Chuckles] Yeah.
Okay, so Curtis tells Alycia the truth,
that the baby she's waiting for isn't hers.
Alycia's rocked, gets upset. Then angry.
It gets physical. She pushes him.
Curtis is tipsy, he stumbles,
hits his head on the table and dies.
And Alycia freaks out, tries to cover it up.
Then hosts a baby shower the next day?
She barely broke a sweat when I interviewed her.
Who keeps that cool?
Someone with a plan.
I called the hospital Alycia works at.
No sign of her or Chloe.
But get this.
The unit manager thought I was calling about
the theft of a portable humidicrib
and a stash of oxytocin.
There's the plan.
Alycia's going to induce Chloe.
[Dark music]
-[Chloe moans] -[Alycia] That's it, hon.
Breathe down. Yeah, that's it.
Oh, you're doing great.
-[Phone rings] -Ohh!
[Alycia] Honey!
-Sorry we missed you. -[David] Where are you?
I'm in the car.
Couldn't wait any longer. We're in labor!
Can't believe we're finally gonna meet our baby!
That's great, babe.
I wish I was there with you.
Just let me know what hospital to meet you at.
Hospital? You know we can't do that.
Well, maybe we should. Just to be safe?
Alycia? Honey?
-I'll call you later. -[Moans]
[Sighs]
We get a trace?
[Keyboard keys click]
[Bleeping]
Got it. They're heading south, near Bundeena.
About an hour or so away.
[Suspenseful music]
Where's your holiday house?
What's gonna happen to her?
An innocent man is already dead.
You want to add a mother and baby to that?
[Sirens wail]
No weapons.
It's fine. Just don't say anything, okay?
I'll do the talking. It's fine.
[Door closes]
Looks like we missed all the action.
You can't be here. You need to get out.
We're just here to make sure everyone's okay.
I've got it under control.
Baby healthy?
She's perfect.
And how's mom doing?
[Alycia] I'm fine.
How you doing, Chloe? You okay?
Chloe's fine, aren't you, Chloe?
Can I hold her?
We talked about this. It'll only make it harder.
Alycia?
It's time to hand baby to mom.
[Laughs] What are you talking about? I...I am mum.
[Mackey] But you're not.
Because the IVF didn't work
and that baby is Chloe and Curtis', not yours.
We can work it out.
You can adopt her.
You'll be such a good mom.
I'm so sorry.
I was going to tell you.
She already knew.
Didn't you?
Because Curtis told you.
-What? -Was it when he called you?
Or did he wait until you got to the penthouse?
What is she talking about?
Or maybe you went there to
convince him to give you your baby.
You guys argued. You pushed him.
Is that how he fell?
I didn't mean to. It was an accident.
He was trying to take her away from me.
And I suppose throwing him off an overpass was an accident too.
I was just trying to protect her.
You were trying to protect yourself.
Hand over the baby, Alycia.
I can't.
She's an innocent child.
She needs to be with someone who can take care of her,
and you won't be able to do that now.
[Warm music]
[Handcuffs clink]
-What are you still doing here? -[Keyboard keys click]
Mum and bub are safe. Down tools.
Nope, not yet. Those pesky doors aren't opening themselves.
Literally.
It isn't a software issue.
When Evie's computer went on the fritz, I wondered
maybe the problem is more systemic.
So then I went to the server logs
and they are jammed with search requests.
Yeah, cool. I'm starving.
Sounds like you're onto it. I'll see you tomorrow.
Yep. Bye.
[Trigger] Make sure you eat something.
Hey.
Both good?
They're gonna keep us in the hospital overnight
just to be safe.
She looks just like Curtis.
You've got my number, okay?
Anything you need.
I'm not ready for this.
No one ever is.
But Curtis sure thought you were.
How do I do this on my own?
You're not on your own.
Besides, you've already started.
You've been putting your daughter first this whole time.
♪ Graham Bonnet's "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" ♪
♪ You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last ♪
♪ Whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast ♪
♪ Yonder stands your orphan with his gun ♪
♪ Crying like a fire in the sun ♪
♪ Look out ♪
♪ The saints are comin' through ♪
♪ And it's all over now, baby blue... ♪
[Dark music]
[Trigger] Hope you're hungry!
Double pepperoni for Bluebird?
Oh! Are you Bluebird?
Cool costume. You going to a fancy dress party?
[Man roars]
[American accent] Come on, man! Get him under control!
Come on, man!
Hey!
[Alarm wails]
Get back!
Don't move!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
-You all good? -I'm okay. I'm fine.
I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop them.
[JD] Hey, you're okay. That's all that matters.
Trig, you good?
Did you catch their faces?
Any idea what they were looking for?
I think it has something to do with the doors.
-The doors? How? -Yes.
So our security system, okay?
The logs, they've been filled with
repeated failed login attempts,
object access requests, file directory queries,
which means our servers are just...
Whoa, whoa. Plain English, Blue.
It looks like someone hacked in
and was trawling through our internal server
looking for something.
Any idea what?
They were running searches for
a ton of different video formats.
So my guess is when they couldn't find
what they were looking for remotely,
they decided to search the old-fashioned way.
[Dark music]