[Unsettling music]
[Rory] IED in the living room.
Stuff everywhere. It'd be a punish for a bot.
State cops snapped this
before they worked out it's Commonwealth land and called us.
Looks self-contained.
Go earn your keep.
[Marco] Let's have some fun.
Maybe I'll move my mother-in-law in here.
[Paula] With or without the IED?
[Marco] Either way.
All right, get it done, guys. In and out.
[Paula] Jackpot.
Got the det.
Boss, we right to clear this?
You sure that's it?
Yeah, there's nothing else that can hurt us.
All right, clear it.
[Wiring crackles]
[Rory] What's happening?
Just a fried circuit.
-Damn, almost soiled the suit. -Again?
[Laughs]
-[Marco] We're good. -[Rory] Copy that.
Sending in the closers.
Get the debrief done and that's lunch on me.
Get a wriggle on. Might still make the Macca's breakfast menu.
[Sighs] Missed out on all the fun.
-As usual. -[Smoke alarm beeps]
[Whines]
Someone kill that thing, would ya?
-What the hell's that? -Just an old fire alarm, skip.
We're good.
[Alarm beeps]
[High-pitched sound]
What the...
Nice one, Paula. Made it worse.
[Barks]
Hey, knock it off, you lot!
You guys okay?
[Explosions]
[Grunts]
[High-pitched ringing]
[Pants]
[Theme music]
[Playful music]
[Trigger] All right.
Ta-da!
[DeShawn sighs]
[Door closes]
How about we, uh, up the stakes?
[JD laughs]
Seriously, mate? Three-card monte?
You know he's hustling you, right?
Please! Do y'all know who you're dealing with?
-A sap? -[JD] A schmuck?
A sucker?
[DeShawn] A man that sees what others don't.
It's what makes me a good cop.
[Evie] It makes you delusional.
Oh, yeah? Well, how about you open your eyes, Evie Wonder?
Check out the card on the right.
Notice anything unique about it?
Corner's bent.
-[DeShawn] It's the ace. -Mmm.
Now, light 'em up, T-Dog.
Show Papa D... [Clicks fingers]
..that ace.
[Evie] Mm-hm.
-[JD] Oh! -Oh, look, D!
-It's your spirit animal. -[Trigger laughs]
But the corner!
Is deliberately bent.
Tricks you into thinking you've out-hustled the hustler.
Specifically designed for people who think
they're the smartest in the room.
[Evie] Oh, snap!
-[JD] Ouch. -Double or nothing?
Oh, I meant to ask, how'd the post-break-in audit go?
Ah, the fly-away team from Singapore
concluded that nothing had been stolen.
Okay.
And our systems don't seem
to be compromised.
Although, Blue is being Blue.
All right, do you want me to put out a BOLO
for two sad-looking blokes in balaclavas?
I mean, after all that, they left empty-handed, right?
About that.
[Phone chimes]
-[Grabs phone] -[Suspenseful music]
[Presses buttons]
[Phone buzzes]
[People call out]
-What the hell happened? -Mate, they said it was clear.
They're all gone.
What do you mean?
Send me the address.
[Phone receiver clacks]
What's going on?
It's your old team, mate.
How many dead?
All of them.
I'll get my kit.
That's as far as we know at this stage.
Um, we'll go through the appropriate channels...
[Car doors shut]
[JD] Where we at?
Uh, structure's clear.
The DVI team's located all the bodies.
Uh, Rory, sorry to meet you under these circumstances.
Michelle Mackey, NCIS. Here to help any way we can.
What do we know?
[Rory] Earlier this morning,
local cops received an anonymous tip
about a bomb on the property.
We rolled in, disarmed it,
then the team went in for debrief.
You sent a team in before it was clear?
What was the second device?
We don't know yet, but moments before it blew,
the dogs reacted to something.
-Reacted to what? -It was a high-pitched sound.
Seconds before detonation.
Mind if I take a look?
We're at your disposal, mate. Anything you need.
How about a one-way trip to Uluwatu?
[Camera clicks]
[Doc Roy grunts]
Oh, about time. I asked for an assistant an hour ago.
Oh, I think you've got me mixed up with someone else.
Why? Who are you?
[Clears throat] I am NCIS Forensic Pathologist
Dr Royce Penrose.
Oh, and I'm sure your mother's very proud.
You search for limbs.
I'll deal with the intact bodies.
Just try not to stomp all over them, yeah?
[Clears throat]
Marco was my number two before I was benched.
He just had a second kid.
Need a moment?
Won't bring him back.
I'll, uh, leave you to it.
How is any of this still standing?
The blast was mostly shrapnel.
Take a look at the bolts and screws in the wall.
The bomber didn't want to destroy property,
he wanted to take lives.
[JD] So why target an abandoned building?
Hmm? Who you gonna kill, vagrants and vandals?
Sure, until someone makes an anonymous call.
And then you get a room full of bomb techs.
[JD] So first device lures them in,
second takes them out.
Yeah, with five-inch bolts
traveling 3,000 feet per second.
The bomber glued them to the back of the ply
and then sealed the fireplace with it.
That was the second device?
The blast seat, yeah. The bomber rigged it as a shaped charge.
Enhance the explosion.
Concentrate the blast towards his victims.
Bomber knew what he was doing.
[Metal plate clangs]
[Metal plate scrapes]
Is that a QR code?
[Trigger] This is just the start.
[Rory] Strike force name is Lone Wolf.
You'll be operating with full counterterrorism powers.
Now, I want you to take a look at something.
That is the bomber trying to get inside our heads.
With every tick of that clock,
he's trying to rattle us and make us slip up.
But that is not gonna happen.
And do you know why?
Because we are gonna put all our focus here.
We're gonna think about them -
about their families,
their loved ones, their kids,
and what kind of hell they're going through right now.
And then we are gonna go out
and nail this bastard to the wall.
Now, go.
Sign-off came through from Canberra.
NCIS will augment the AFP strike force.
What do you need?
Start with a list of potential targets.
Focus on public events within our four-hour window.
That's not what he's after.
You want mass casualties,
you don't leave a bomb in an abandoned house.
You don't leave a countdown.
What is he after, then?
[Trigger] Take a look.
It's all a big game to him.
We're playing right into his hands.
I'll be sure to pass that on
to the replacement team en route from Melbourne.
-Let me brief them. -Trigger.
I've been there. I've done it before.
I can work with them.
[Rory] They're a stand-alone unit.
They'll be fine on their own.
He's a bomb tech.
One of the best.
Your words, not mine.
Yeah, that's why I need him here.
Sift through bomb componentry. Find this guy's signature.
Get me an ID.
Got it.
[JD] You sent Trigger my way, mate.
Said he needed help.
That was enough for me.
I didn't ask any questions, but I'm asking now.
You know I brought Trigger with me from the state cops.
Yeah, pulled him into the bomb squad. So what's the issue?
There was an incident.
The kind that gets you sent to the sixth floor
for a psych eval.
[JD] What happened?
There were concerns that he may have
a suboptimal self-preservation reflex.
The hell does that mean?
It's shrink speak for 'death wish'.
You don't put people like that around things that go boom.
[Phone buzzes]
Yes, Commissioner.
[Blue on phone] So AFP have provided us with
a live feed of the strike force,
which grants us access to all AFP leads in real time,
including this.
[Message whooshes]
Analysis of the explosive residue.
Ammonium nitrate and diesel.
-ANFO. -Correct.
Trouble is diesel isn't traceable,
and the ammonium nitrate doesn't match
to any commercially available product, which means...
It's homemade. Our bomber has a chemistry degree.
But you've still gotta get your hands on it.
It's easier to get tickets to the MCG on grand final day
than a pallet of ammonium nitrate.
So where'd he get it?
There was a theft from
a Sydney chemical company two weeks ago.
How much was taken?
150 kilograms.
Trigger reckons the amount used in the house explosion
was about five to ten kilos, max.
So there's 140 kilos still out there?
Enough to crater the Sydney Opera House.
It says here the burglar used two small charges
to break into the warehouse.
The first knocked out power, including CCTV.
And the second was used to gain access to the storage area.
No, that can't be right.
Bombing the security panel would only disable the system.
It wouldn't open the door.
Blue, liaise with AFP.
See if you can get access to the warehouse security server.
And find out how they really got in. On it.
-[Troubled music] -[Puts phone down]
[Evie] Hey.
What you looking for?
Det cords, componentry.
Some bomb makers leave a signature.
[Evie] Can we help?
Sure.
Go study bomb making for a couple of years
and then report back.
Trigger.
Give us another job.
Only way you're getting rid of us.
-Yeah, I'm starting to see that. -Mmm.
Forensics pulled this from the wall.
A camera?
You think our bomber was watching?
Probably how he knew when to detonate.
That, and he gets to see his handiwork in action.
Which means he was running a feed.
Well, maybe we can find out where it was transmitted to.
Track the feed, find the bomber.
Guess you found something to do, then.
[Tape recorder] ♪ When I hear the rain a-comin' down ♪
[Doc Roy hums along]
♪ It makes me... ♪
[Nia sings along] ♪ Sad and blue ♪
♪ Was on a rainy night like this... ♪
Do you mind not doing that?
[Laughs] Why?
You think you're the only Marty Robbins fan around here?
It's not your fandom I'm objecting to.
It's the backing vocals.
What, you don't like my singing?
Oh, is that what it was?
[Laughs] Oh, God!
A real charmer, you are.
I thought a cat was being tortured.
Funny, because you seem more the animal-harming type.
Oh, I'm great...with animals.
Evidently better than people.
-♪ Filled with fear ♪ -Oh.
♪ The only sound within the room ♪
♪ Is the falling of each tear... ♪
-[Music stops] -Oh, come on, really?
Marty is a solo act.
Fine.
♪ They'll bury Flo tomorrow, but ♪
♪ They're hanging me tonight
♪ They're hanging me tonight... ♪
Tonight cannot come soon enough.
-[Sighs] Oh, God. -[Door opens]
-Oh. -[Door closes]
Good taste finally prevailed, did it?
[Doc Roy] Hello, mate.
I'm collecting any foreign bodies removed from the victims.
Here we go.
Uh, nuts and bolts, mostly,
but, uh, I've found some circuitry and wiring.
[Tense music]
[Evie] I remember this.
Car bombing on Mitchell Street, right?
Yeah.
Two years ago.
Detonator relied on
a sub-auditory frequency triggered by that.
And now Doc found this.
[Evie] Same mode of detonation.
Are you saying the bombings are linked?
I'm saying it's the same bomber.
We need to tell the others.
What?
How come you already had this file?
Uh, I was a part of the original investigation.
In what capacity?
One of the victims was my fiancée.
[Woman] I just got to the bus stop now.
I slept through my alarm.
Uh, not really.
I haven't thought that far ahead.
Okay, sure.
I didn't know that you could cook that.
Actually, I didn't know that you could cook at all.
I'm joking. I am joking, of course.
Coffee counts.
If you've made it, Trav, then I'm gonna love it.
-[Dog barks] -[Strange high-pitched whine]
Or I am gonna order takeaway.
Uh, I gotta go, babe. Yes.
-[Dog continues barking] -Yes. Okay, I love you.
We'll go over our vows tonight.
Okay. Okay, I love you. I love you. 'Bye.
[Dog barks]
Hey, little guy.
What's got you all riled up?
[Barks]
[Dark music]
Two years ago next month.
Um, four wounded and three dead.
Uh, bomber used the same ANFO mix as today.
The devices used in both bombings were detonated
via a sub-audible frequency.
Um, it's picked up by a receiver, which then
detonates the explosives.
Why the extra degree of difficulty?
It's his calling card.
He wants us to know it's him.
Who was the original target?
There was an Islamic school nearby.
Um, it was damaged, but no one claimed it.
How does that connect to an attack on five bomb techs?
It doesn't.
Trigger.
Got a minute?
[Puts tablet down]
Is this where you tell me that I'm too close to the case?
That's not really how I roll.
But I am asking if you're okay.
No, I'm not.
Good.
Good?
I'd be worried if you were.
So now the welfare check's out of the way,
what's our next move, soldier?
[Chuckles]
Well, there's a guy, Kyle Hadden.
He lived across the street from the bus stop.
Shrapnel from the blast severed his spinal cord.
He spent months in a coma.
So he saw the bomber?
Fleetingly.
Uh, his recollection was scrambled by the bomb.
He gets images, but they're fuzzy.
Are you still in contact?
Yeah, I swing by from time to time, make sure he's okay.
Swing by today.
Far as we know, he's the only person
who's ever seen the bomber, which makes him our best lead.
Take Evie with you.
[Evie] Got you something.
It's warm.
I read somewhere
you're supposed to offer food
when someone needs consoling.
So you got me a Danger Bar?
It's DeShawn's.
He won't miss it.
[Handbrake engages]
Not looking too dangerous.
[Evie unclicks seatbelt and clears throat]
We good?
Is... Is that where...
We're good.
[Seatbelt unclicks]
[Door opens]
[Kyle] Oh, it's good to see you, bro.
[Trigger] Yeah, you're looking good, mate. How's rehab?
[Kyle] Oh, you know.
Took some steps the other day without using a rail.
[Trigger chuckles] There you go. Killing it.
[Kyle] Still, I guess you're not here to discuss rehab.
Who's this?
-This is Evie. She's a friend... -[Evie] Colleague.
I'm a constable with the AFP.
Evie Cooper.
Um, there was another bombing, Kyle.
I saw it on the news.
Do you think it's the same guy?
Yeah, it could be.
[Trigger] Last time I dropped by,
you said you were getting bits of memory back.
Just flashes.
Like what?
I don't know.
Like...the bodies.
And the smell.
Look, I know it's tough, mate.
But I'm gonna need you to dig deep here, okay?
Is there anything else you can remember?
Even the smallest detail.
Travis mentioned that you saw the bomber.
Not really.
I was riding home on my bike,
about to head inside,
when I see this dude parked in the bus zone.
Parking the car that blew up?
I remember thinking he was gonna get a ticket.
The parking cops were out and he was gonna get done.
You saw his face?
[Kyle] Barely.
A few seconds later, everything went white.
I woke up in a hospital bed.
Take us back to those few seconds beforehand.
Maybe close your eyes.
How tall is he?
Is he similar to you?
Yeah, I guess.
[Evie] How about his build?
Short, medium, stocky?
Kinda normal.
[Trigger] What about his hair?
Kyle, think.
-I'm trying. -Trigger...
You said that you could see him.
It changes. I don't know if it's my mind playing tricks or...
I'm sorry, Trav.
Honestly, man, I'm so sorry.
Hey, can you just...
Look, he wants to help.
He can't think clearly with you here.
So in the nicest possible way,
take a hike, bud.
Ouch.
Uh, look, mate, I'm sorry.
It's just, uh...
-Charlotte. -[Trigger moves chair]
I get it.
Well, I'm gonna head out,
but Evie's gonna stay and ask a few more questions.
[Evie sighs]
[Door opens]
My nan reckons you should never have
a hard conversation without a cup of tea.
[Door closes]
Then we can work through this together.
I don't know if I'm gonna be much help.
No, that's okay.
But we do this in your own time.
There's no rush.
[Sighs]
[Clock ticks]
[Church bell tolls]
[Sighs]
Told you it was too gloomy in here for a wedding.
What, barefoot on the beach would have been better?
No, you're right - why settle for sun and sand
when you can have bad lighting and religious guilt?
You said yes, remember?
Because you asked.
Yeah, it didn't help when I wanted that Harley.
Because I prefer you with all of your limbs intact.
It meant so much to you to get married
where all of your cop buddies did.
I would have been married by Elvis in a casino
if it meant I could spend the rest of my life with you.
Hate to break it to you, Trav,
but Elvis has left the building.
[Door opens and closes]
Hey, what's with the "one-way trip to Uluwatu"?
Is that some kind of bro code?
No, it started maybe 20 years ago on a surf trip to Indo.
I'd just finished my first year of teaching and Rory was
a wet-behind-the-ears probationary constable.
The tour boat dropped us at a reef break off Uluwatu.
[Sighs]
It was just me and Rory and the most incredible right-hander
you've ever seen in your life.
And we just surfed that all morning.
By the early arvo, we were cooked.
So we just waited for the boat to return.
Except it never did.
So, what did you do?
We just hang on our boards and hope the boat returns or...
Or try and paddle back.
Yeah, we were just dumb kids, you know?
[DeShawn] Yo. Take a look.
So I had Blue run a trace on
the keyhole cam that we found at the blast site.
Linked to an IP address in a phone
from a car parked a block away from the crime scene.
-Can we trace the phone? -No.
It was only on for a total of 15 minutes.
But we can trace this. [Presses key]
Grey Commodore, license plate JYS92X8.
Registered to an Alana Connell.
Address?
Registration links it to
a public housing block in Waterloo.
[Dark music]
[Clock ticks]
[Tires squeal]
[Car door closes]
-[JD] You good? -Yeah, yeah.
Just a little déjà vu.
Bring the big key.
[Officer] Clear!
[Officer 2] Clear!
Oh!
Take a photo, it lasts longer.
Perve!
Do you own a Grey Commodore?
Oh! I wish.
[Laughs] 5-liter.
V8, mind you, not your gutless 6.
-What type of car do you own? -I don't.
No, I lost my license years ago.
No one told me codeine and whiskey don't mix. [Chuckles]
Something tells me she's not our guy.
You think?
But the bomber sent us here. Why?
Anyway, I was wondering when you blokes would turn up.
What are you talking about?
Package delivered earlier today.
No return address.
Oh, there was a note.
-What note? -Yeah. Here.
[Officer] A negative for metal and chemical traces.
No way this little guy's gonna blow.
As we expected, car rego was faked.
The bomber must have hacked
his way into the transport authority.
To send us here. Big Ears must be some kind of message.
-[JD] So, what's the message? -Your guess is as good as mine.
[Mackey] This apartment must mean something to the bomber
or he wouldn't have gone to all this trouble.
Must have meant something to you too, mate.
What was that 'déjà vu' all about?
-[Phone buzzes] -What are they ever about?
[Phone buzzes]
-[Phone clicks] -Yes, ma'am.
Uh, yeah, it appears the bomber is messing with us.
It's... He's sending messages... [Voice fades]
Wanna talk about the elephant in the room?
Which one?
The one Rory's riding while he holds out on us.
[Phone clicks]
[DeShawn] Hey, Sarge.
D, I need a deep dive into
all past tenants at our current address.
You got it.
Look, I don't want you to worry about the bomber, yeah?
I just want to talk about the day itself.
[Cup thuds on table]
Like, what was the weather that day?
I don't know. I can't remember.
Okay.
Is there anything you do remember?
[Cup thuds on table]
Seagulls. Huh!
Remember they were fighting over a piece of soggy bread.
Just going crazy.
[Chuckles] Forgotten that till this moment!
Mmm, it's funny what comes back when you don't push it.
[Chuckles softly]
I can see why Travis likes you.
What makes you say that?
Know how hard he took the loss of his fiancée, Charlotte.
I'm glad he's finally moving on.
What, with me? [Scoffs]
Oh, that car bomb really messed you up, didn't it?
Sorry, I do that. I... I didn't mean to offend you.
No. No, I just had one of my flashes.
Of the bomber?
I can see his face.
[Phone buzzes]
-Evie? -[Evie] Blue.
I'm with Kyle. I need you to run an e-fit.
Okay. Um...
I can, um... I can stream it to your tablet.
I'm gonna give you this.
Hello?
Hello. It's Kyle, isn't it?
Uh, my name's Blue.
I'm gonna try and help you by
getting a sketch of the guy that you saw.
[Tablet chimes]
Okay, Kyle.
-Shoot me. -Oh.
[DeShawn] Yeah, that's right.
12/24 Hill Street, Waterloo.
Sure, I'll hold.
What are you doing?
Bomber sent the team to a random apartment.
JD wants me to chase up the past tenants.
The man you want is Jason Wright.
How do you know?
Because that's the apartment where I shot him.
Before AFP, I was with the state cops
as part of tactical response.
Uh, my first warrant drop was 10 years ago.
An armed robber named Jason Wright.
Wright was wanted for
shooting and killing a cop during a bank job.
Intel said he was armed.
[Mackey] That's the same apartment the bomber sent us to.
Wright was on the couch. Um, he reached for a gun.
I fired two shots and he died instantly.
Rory was your team leader, right?
Yeah.
Why keep that to himself?
I don't know. Ask him. We did everything by the book.
The bomber left a toy elephant at the site of the shooting.
With a note. Said we were "getting warmer".
Does that mean anything to you?
Wright had a son.
Um, he was there in the apartment when his dad got shot.
The poor kid had to walk past a dead body on his way out.
Timothy James Wright.
Mother Lucy Wright died when he was eight years old.
Drug overdose.
After his dad's death, it said Tim became a ward of the state.
-Where is he now? -Nothing on file.
Looks like he slipped off the radar.
That's because he's our bomber.
[Kyle] His face was kind of less round.
Sort of more narrow.
[Blue] More narrow.
Okey-dokey.
Hairline was further back.
[Presses keys]
I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm being much help.
No, you're doing great.
So, what happens now?
So I'll run generative AI
and that will take what you've given me
and give us a more lifelike composite.
-I need a minute. -Yeah, of course.
[Sighs]
Blue, how long?
Two shakes of a ram's quail.
[Dark music]
Okay, here we go.
That is our bomber.
It's uncanny, isn't it?
-[Electricity crackles] -[Evie drops]
[Blue] Evie?
Evie!
[Kyle] Evie can't come to the phone right now.
[JD] Evie?
-Evie! -[Mackey] Evie?
-[JD] Clear! -[Trigger] Clear.
[Mackey] Clear!
It's Evie's.
-Where would Kyle be taking her? -Why take her at all?
I don't get it.
Was Kyle faking it this whole time?
No, I was there at the aftermath of the car bomb.
I saw his wounds.
So he was injured by his own bomb?
Yeah, because he likes to watch.
You know, maybe he got too close.
He hid his recovery from me.
[Phone buzzes]
Déjà vu. Are you kidding me?
What? What are you talking about?
The apartment! Jason Wright. His son, huh?
Look, I... I thought it was a coincidence.
Oh, coincidence, my arse, mate!
You've been withholding this whole time!
We could have had Kyle hours ago.
Now he has Evie and that's on you!
[Phone buzzes]
Go for Trigger.
[Kyle] Hello, Travis.
Evie says hi.
I swear to God, you lay a hand on her...
I know. I know.
You won't rest until you've run me down.
Right now, Evie's welfare depends entirely on
what you do next, so... listen carefully.
[Clock ticks]
[Rory] All right, Kyle Hadden first comes on the grid
with a driver's license four years ago.
Before that, nothing.
Okay, so he changed his name.
Tim Wright becomes Kyle Hadden. So what?
Yeah, we still don't know what his game is,
if he's got a plan or if it's all just random.
[DeShawn] I don't think it is.
I ran title deeds on the abandoned house that blew.
It's Kyle's first foster home.
So it's all personal.
Trigger's old crew.
The bus stop bombing.
Charlotte wasn't just a random victim. She was the target.
[DeShawn] This has all been about
revenge on the person that killed his dad.
Where is Trigger?
[Door closes]
I see you've made a full recovery.
What can I say? It's a miracle.
I came alone like you asked.
Where is she?
[Evie] Trigger!
Evie!
[Kyle] That collar was meant for you, Travis.
Looks just as good on her. Don't you think?
Trigger's phone's off.
Car's gone too.
Senior Constable Travis Riggs.
I need a location. Every camera in this city.
Kyle takes Evie to flush out Trigger. It makes sense.
Okay, so we find Trigger, rescue Evie.
As long as we do it in 12 minutes or less.
-[Phone ringing tone] -[Mackey] Talk to me, Blue.
Kyle is telling us a story.
An innocent boy, Tim Wright,
loses his dad and enters the system,
where he's transformed into Kyle Hadden.
Our bomber with a grudge.
He fled his past and now he's literally blowing it up.
Okay, so Kyle led us to the apartment where his dad died.
And his first foster home before that.
Which are both Tim Wright locations.
So if this is a story of reinvention,
when did Tim Wright become Kyle Hadden?
At the boys' home that he ran away from.
I'm sending the address to your phones.
[Message whooshes]
[Kyle] They moved me back here
right after the foster homes didn't work out.
That was my bed right over there.
You know what they gave us when we arrived?
A toothbrush and a stuffed toy.
And they turned out the lights.
You okay?
It's not the worst fashion choice I've ever made.
But it's up there.
Takes a special woman to laugh in the face of death, Travis.
I'm impressed.
I mean, she's no Charlotte, but...
..beggars can't be choosers, can they?
You got me here, now let her go.
But I don't want just you, Travis.
I want to take from you what you took from me.
I want to destroy
everything that you care about.
Your dad killed a cop. I was just doing my job.
I didn't think anything could be worse than that day.
But I was wrong.
Every day, it got worse
and all of that is on you.
-Your dad was gonna shoot us. -With what?
That .38 they found on him?
My dad only ever carried a pistol.
That revolver wasn't his.
So I'm gonna try this one more time.
What was my dad reaching for?
His gun. You know that.
[Beep!]
[Kyle] Ba-bow!
Again.
What was my dad reaching for?
His gun.
What was he reaching for, Travis?!
[Beep!]
His gun, you psycho son of a bitch.
Macka.
[Clock ticks]
What the hell?
He's stealing time.
One last try.
What do you say?
What do you want me to say?
Your dad was reaching for a gun.
Did you see it?
The gun he was reaching for.
Did you see it, Travis?
[Officer] Police! Search warrant! Police!
-No. -Oh, yeah. That's right.
You shot an unarmed man that day.
[Officer] Hands in the air! Gun!
[Two gunshots]
No.
Yes, you did.
You created an orphan that day too.
Now that orphan's gonna return the favor.
-[Gunshot] -Trigger! No.
You better get to work, Travis.
Otherwise...
..you'll be pulling that pretty little head out of the ceiling.
[Dark music]
[Pants]
[Clock ticks]