03x12 - Lone Wolf: Part One

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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.

Let's have some fun.

Maybe I'll move my
mother-in-law in here.

With or without the IED?

Either way.

All right, get it done, guys.
In and out.

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.

What's happening?

Just a fried circuit.

- Damn, almost soiled the suit.
- Again?

- We're good.
- 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.

Missed out on all the fun.

As usual.

Someone k*ll that thing, would ya?

- What the hell's that?
- Just an old fire alarm, skip.

We're good.

What the...

Nice one, Paula. Made it worse.

Hey, knock it off, you lot!

You guys okay?

All right.

Ta-da!

How about we, uh, up the stakes?

Seriously, mate? Three-card monte?

You know he's hustling you, right?

Please! Do y'all know
who you're dealing with?

- A sap?
- A schmuck?

A sucker?

A man that sees what others don't.

It's what makes me a good cop.

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.

- It's the ace.
- Mmm.

Now, light 'em up, T-Dog.

Show Papa D...

..that ace.

Mm-hm.

- Oh!
- Oh, look, D!

It's your spirit animal.

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.

Oh, snap!

- 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.

- What the hell happened?
- Mate, they said it was clear.

They're all gone.

What do you mean?

Send me the address.

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...

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?

Earlier this morning,

local cops received an anonymous tip

about a b*mb 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?

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?

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?

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 b*mber didn't want
to destroy property,

he wanted to take lives.

So why target an abandoned building?

Hmm? Who you gonna k*ll,
vagrants and vandals?

Sure, until someone
makes an anonymous call.

And then you get a room
full of b*mb techs.

So first device lures them in,

second takes them out.

Yeah, with five-inch bolts

traveling 3,000 feet per second.

The b*mber 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 b*mber
rigged it as a shaped charge.

Enhance the expl*si*n.

Concentrate the blast
towards his victims.

b*mber knew what he was doing.

Is that a QR code?

This is just the start.

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 b*mber
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 b*stard 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 b*mb
in an abandoned house.

You don't leave a countdown.

What is he after, then?

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.

They're a stand-alone unit.

They'll be fine on their own.

He's a b*mb tech.

One of the best.

Your words, not mine.

Yeah, that's why I need him here.

Sift through b*mb componentry.
Find this guy's signature.

Get me an ID.

Got it.

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 b*mb
squad. So what's the issue?

There was an incident.

The kind that gets you
sent to the sixth floor

for a psych eval.

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.

Yes, Commissioner.

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.

Analysis of the expl*sive 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 b*mber
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?



Trigger reckons the amount used
in the house expl*si*n

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.

Hey.

What you looking for?

Det cords, componentry.

Some b*mb makers leave a signature.

Can we help?

Sure.

Go study b*mb 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 b*mber 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 b*mber.

Guess you found something to do, then.

♪ When I hear the rain a-comin' down ♪

♪ It makes me... ♪

♪ Sad and blue ♪

♪ Was on a rainy night like this... ♪

Do you mind not doing that?

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?

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... ♪

Oh, come on, really?

Marty is a solo act.

Fine.

Fine.

♪ They'll bury Flo tomorrow, but ♪

♪ They're hanging me tonight ♪

♪ They're hanging me tonight... ♪

Tonight cannot come soon enough.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Good taste finally prevailed, did it?

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.

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.

Same mode of detonation.

Are you saying the bombings are linked?

I'm saying it's the same b*mber.

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.

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.

Or I am gonna order takeaway.

Uh, I gotta go, babe. Yes.

Yes. Okay, I love you.

We'll go over our vows tonight.

Okay. Okay, I love you.
I love you. 'Bye.

Hey, little guy.

What's got you all riled up?

Two years ago next month.

Um, four wounded and three dead.

Uh, b*mber 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 expl*sives.

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 b*mb techs?

It doesn't.

Trigger.

Got a minute?

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?

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 b*mber?

Fleetingly.

Uh, his recollection
was scrambled by the b*mb.

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 b*mber,
which makes him our best lead.

Take Evie with you.

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.

Not looking too dangerous.

We good?

Is... Is that where...

We're good.

Oh, it's good to see you, bro.

Yeah, you're looking
good, mate. How's rehab?

Oh, you know.

Took some steps the other day
without using a rail.

There you go. k*lling it.

Still, I guess you're
not here to discuss rehab.

Who's this?

- This is Evie. She's a friend...
- 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.

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 b*mber.

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?

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.

How about his build?

Short, medium, stocky?

Kinda normal.

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.

I get it.

Well, I'm gonna head out,

but Evie's gonna stay and
ask a few more questions.

My nan reckons you should never have

a hard conversation
without a cup of tea.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Grey Commodore, license plate JYS92X8.

Registered to an Alana Connell.

- Address?
- Registration links it to

a public housing block in Waterloo.

- You good?
- Yeah, yeah.

Just a little déjà vu.

Bring the big key.

Clear!

Clear!

Oh!

Take a photo, it lasts longer.

Perve!

Do you own a Grey Commodore?

Oh! I wish.



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.

Something tells me she's not our guy.

You think?

But the b*mber 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.

_

A negative for metal
and chemical traces.

No way this little guy's gonna blow.

As we expected, car rego was faked.

The b*mber must have hacked
his way into the transport authority.

To send us here. Big Ears
must be some kind of message.

- So, what's the message?
- Your guess is as good as mine.

This apartment must
mean something to the b*mber

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?

What are they ever about?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, yeah, it appears
the b*mber is messing with us.

It's... He's sending messages...

Wanna talk about
the elephant in the room?

Which one?

The one Rory's riding
while he holds out on us.

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 b*mber, yeah?

I just want to talk about
the day itself.

Like, what was the weather that day?

I don't know. I can't remember.

Okay.

Is there anything you do remember?

Seagulls. Huh!

Remember they were fighting
over a piece of soggy bread.

Just going crazy.

Forgotten that till this moment!

Mmm, it's funny what comes back
when you don't push it.

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?

Oh, that car b*mb 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 b*mber?

I can see his face.

- 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.

Okay, Kyle.

- sh**t me.
- Oh.

Yeah, that's right.



Sure, I'll hold.

What are you doing?

b*mber 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

sh**ting and k*lling a cop
during a bank job.

Intel said he was armed.

That's the same
apartment the b*mber sent us to.

Wright was on the couch.
Um, he reached for a g*n.

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 b*mber left a toy elephant
at the site of the sh**ting.

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 b*mber.

His face was kind of less round.

Sort of more narrow.

More narrow.

Okey-dokey.

Hairline was further back.

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.

Blue, how long?

Two shakes of a ram's quail.

Okay, here we go.

That is our b*mber.

It's uncanny, isn't it?

Evie?

Evie!

Evie can't come to the phone right now.

Evie?

- Evie!
- Evie?

- Clear!
- Clear.

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 b*mb.

I saw his wounds.

So he was injured by his own b*mb?

Yeah, because he likes to watch.

You know, maybe he got too close.

He hid his recovery from me.

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!

Go for Trigger.

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.

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.

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.

This has all been about

revenge on the person
that k*lled his dad.

Where is Trigger?

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?

Trigger!

Evie!

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.

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 b*mber 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.

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 k*lled 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 sh**t us.
- With what?

That .38 they found on him?

My dad only ever carried a p*stol.

That revolver wasn't his.

So I'm gonna try this one more time.

What was my dad reaching for?

His g*n. You know that.

Ba-bow!

Again.

What was my dad reaching for?

His g*n.

What was he reaching for, Travis?!

His g*n, you psycho son of a b*tch.

Macka.

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 g*n.

Did you see it?

The g*n he was reaching for.

Did you see it, Travis?

Police! Search warrant! Police!

- No.
- Oh, yeah. That's right.

You shot an unarmed man that day.

Hands in the air! g*n!

No.

Yes, you did.

You created an orphan that day too.

Now that orphan's gonna
return the favor.

Trigger! No.

You better get to work, Travis.

Otherwise...

..you'll be pulling that pretty
little head out of the ceiling.