Pacific Heat (2016) s01e08 Episode Script
The Wrong Hands
We're certainly grateful for you officers taking time out to help with our disadvantaged and underprivileged youth.
Thank you, Sister Kathleen.
Happy to assist in any way we can.
That's it, draw a bead.
Now you've gotta pick out a vital organ.
Or go for a major artery, so they'll bleed out internally.
[glass shatters.]
Oh, never mind, darling.
You've got another five rounds.
You are now subdued.
Any questions? - [muffled.]
I can't breathe.
- That's not a question.
So you've just gotta wait for the wave, and then [mobile ringing.]
Yo? Okay, Chief.
Travelling.
[splash.]
Where are you? Come on, let's concentrate.
[bubbling.]
Ah, he must've gone.
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
You wanted to see me, Chief? Oh, yes, Sophie.
Uh Would you mind shutting the door? - [Sophie.]
Too easy.
- This is a difficult conversation to have, but I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go.
Now, it's not Sophie? Sophie! Oh, sorry, Chief, I couldn't hear you, the door was shut.
Yeah, I know, I actually wanted you to come in and shut the door.
- [Todd.]
Hey, Chief.
- You wanted to see us? - [chief.]
Yes.
- Shall I shut the door again, Chief? [chief.]
What? Ah, yes, yes, yes.
- Actually, and wait outside this time.
- Too easy.
- Have you given her at least one warning? - [stuttering.]
Yeah, I'm trying to.
Anyway, sorry to drag you away from your charity day, - but something's come up.
- What have we got, Chief? [chief.]
Break and enter at a warehouse downtown last night.
Hang on, some dilapidated old shed gets busted open by a couple of tramps looking for loose change? [chuckles.]
- Why call us in? - Two security guards are dead.
Yeah, well, I take most of that back.
- A third fighting for his life.
- [Todd.]
I take it all back.
[gunshots.]
[Maddie.]
So, we're looking at a double homicide.
[Todd.]
Attempted murder.
- [Veronica.]
Aggravated burglary.
- [Zac.]
And vandalism.
Those guards didn't stand a chance.
- Wrong place, wrong time.
- Looks like a professional job.
- Practice makes perfect.
- [chief.]
It was a ruthless attack.
Dead men tell no tales.
Are you going to contribute anything meaningful? Do we have anything on the perpetrator, Chief? - Not as yet.
- [Zac.]
What about the suspect? - The perpetrator is the suspect.
- Oh.
What about the guy that did it? - He's the perpetrator.
- Right, so there's three of them.
Come on.
Let's get to the warehouse.
[music.]
Well, well, well, the work experience kids are back.
If only he knew our real identities and role.
- Zac, I'm on this side.
- Oh.
Sorry, Todd.
Better leave this for the grown-ups.
If only he knew our true identities and role.
- I'm over here.
- Oh.
Oh, my God.
Here are our victims.
[Veronica.]
Tight grouping, low calibre, no exit wound.
These guys didn't stand a chance.
[Maddie sighs.]
- You okay? - Doesn't it ever get to you, Todd? The senseless violence, the brutality? Eh, it's more the early mornings.
Wallet, cash, and card still here.
So our perps were after something else.
- I guess so.
The question is - [Zac and Todd.]
What? Let me finish, I was in the middle of asking a question.
- That was the answer.
- I was going to give the answer.
- To your own question? - Yes.
- Why? What - [both.]
What? - [Veronica.]
Take a look.
- What've you got? Nine mil, Glock 17.
- Our perp was packing some serious heat.
- Yeah.
Last time I saw one of these was in Urozgan Province.
- Todd, you were in Afghanistan? - Yeah.
Yeah, it was pretty tough.
[alarm beeping.]
Okay, let's get these casings to ballistics.
- Hmm.
- [Maddie.]
What, Todd? It's quite an elaborate alarm system.
- What were they storing here? - Looks like military hardware.
- Guns, ammo - [Maddie.]
Hmm [Todd.]
What is it? [device buzzing.]
Picking up radiation levels in excess of 100 CPM.
- [whistles.]
Is that high, Todd? - No idea, I was just whistling.
One hundred CPM is extreme.
[whistles.]
- You know what I'm thinking? - Yeah Could you just think it again? They weren't just storing conventional weapons here.
They were storing nukes.
- Whistle? [whistles.]
- Yeah.
[siren blaring.]
[Kwong.]
Guys, the chief wants to speak to you.
- Sure.
- Pull it up.
Standing by for secure AV link.
Encryption protocols activated.
We are clear for comms.
[beeping.]
- Good morning to you all.
- [all.]
Morning, Chief.
- I need an update.
- Yeah, just got back on the - On the break-in from - [Todd.]
Yeah, sorry - We just got back from the crime Sorry.
- On the break - How did you at the crime scene.
- Mmm-hmm.
- What were you saying? - Maddie was just saying I need a full briefing on Sorry.
- [Todd.]
We've been to the - With the We've been to the warehouse.
- This case is priority one.
- [Zac.]
Good morning, Chief.
What's priority one? This case is priority one, and I need a full update.
- [Todd.]
Why don't you just come - You come - No, you go first.
- I was gonna say you come over.
- You come Okay, we'll come.
- [Zac.]
See you soon, Chief.
How'd it go, Chief? You finished? - What? - The satellite link.
- I think it went well.
- Lunk? What's a lunk? [chief.]
Ah.
How'd you go at the supply depot? Chief, if we were to tell you we detected radiation levels of over 100 CPM, what would you say? - I wouldn't be surprised.
- [Todd.]
Really? - Because I whistled.
- And I asked what CPM meant.
- One hundred CPM.
- [whistles.]
See, I'm still surprised.
And I've forgotten what the "M" stands for.
I've just been informed that that depot was, in fact, a classified facility, and it housed something that will no doubt come as a shock to you all.
[all.]
A nuclear weapon? How did you know - We could see the reflection.
- I thought it was "nopeaw raelcun.
" Chief, why were nuclear weapons being stored in a civilian warehouse? What sort of idiot would've authorised that? Perhaps I can answer those questions.
- [Todd.]
Whoops.
- [Zac.]
Is he the idiot? That warehouse was, in fact, one of our secret military supply bases.
- Say what! - It housed a range of biological and nuclear weapons.
- In a downtown facility? - [Bradley.]
It was a cost-saving exercise.
Well, that cost-saving exercise has just cost us a nuke.
It was a decision of the army.
- Cost saving, the cost - [all.]
Yeah, we got it.
- Well, no one said anything.
- The hope was to maintain a low profile.
But without a perimeter fence, a guardhouse A sign reading "No nukes kept on the premises.
" Well, I'm afraid that was mission not accomplished.
[all agreeing.]
[laughs.]
So we acknowledge hers? I'll admit the arrangement was, from a public safety standpoint, sub-optimal in terms of its efficacy and outcome.
- You can say that again.
- Yeah, probably best he doesn't.
- We're pushed for time.
- You've made a massive error, Director.
Maddie, this is not the time for allocating blame.
- Then what is it time for? - Lunch? Let's cut to the chase.
What exactly was taken? - Chief? - [Maddie.]
Oh, my God.
- [Zac.]
A truck.
- [Bradley.]
You recognise it? - It's a W80 thermonuclear warhead.
- No, I think it's a twin-cab.
Gentlemen, ladies, we need that nuke found.
All right, Kwong, we need a complete sweep of metadata.
- Now? - Is that a problem? - I'm on my lunch break.
- See? It is lunchtime.
Listen, a nuclear weapon has been stolen.
But we're not allowed to use the computer while eating.
- [Todd.]
Fair point.
- Todd! - Don't want to break the rules.
- Come on! We need to check for all fundamentalist chatter.
All right, key words.
Try "nukes.
" - Try "WMD", "arms deal.
" - "Truck.
" Okay, I could have a lead.
Anyone recognise this gentleman? - [Todd.]
Uh, Tarik Abdullah? - [Kwong.]
No.
- Muhammad al-Baradi? Samir Almal? - [Kwong.]
No.
- Are you just making up Arabic names? - No.
- It's Nadal Hamaz.
- A-ha! International arms dealer.
Clients include Hezbollah, ISIL, - Al-Qaeda - [Maddie.]
The Swiss Guard? - [Kwong.]
They felt it was time for a weapons upgrade.
- Right.
According to our intel, Hamaz entered the country three days ago.
[chuckles.]
And I'm tipping he's not here for a holiday.
- [Kwong.]
He's here for a holiday.
- [Todd.]
So he says.
[Kwong.]
Staying at SeaWorld, brought his family, - posted this to Instagram.
- Yeah, seems like a holiday.
- It's a front! He's up to no good.
- Six months ago, Hamaz tried purchasing a nuke from a group of Chechen rebels.
- The Black Dawn.
- [Kwong.]
No.
- Shining Sword? Sons of the Spear? - No.
Are you just making up rebel names? - [stutters.]
No.
- Anyway, the deal fell through, but we know he's on the hunt for another.
Right.
If Hamaz gets his hands on that nuke, he won't have much trouble finding a buyer.
That's what we're worried about.
This surveillance footage - was recorded about 48 hours ago.
- [Veronica.]
Who's the other guy? - Jebzel Mahkrani.
Shamza Afridi.
- No.
- Are you're doing it again? - Mostafa Amam.
- We meet again.
- [Maddie.]
You've never met him.
All right, we meet for the first time.
- It's a meeting.
- [Maddie.]
Who is he, Kwong? Yemeni political operative.
Take a listen.
[Hamaz.]
My friend, may the fires of vengeance rain down upon the infidels.
[Mostafa.]
And swift will be the flames of retribution.
- Do these guys ever make small talk? - [Maddie.]
Hmm Hmm, why is a Yemeni official meeting with a known arms dealer? - Yeah, and why are they speaking in code? - Yeah, and where's their truck? Every terrorist group in the Middle East will want a piece of that nuke.
- Yep, the Crimson Crescent.
Shield of - No.
Stop it! He'd have no trouble finding a buyer.
That's why the buyer will have to be - [Todd and Zac.]
Us.
- Hang on.
- You paused.
- For dramatic effect.
- I thought you'd run out of words.
- No I didn't run It was, it was - You're pausing again.
- Because now I've run out of words.
[stuttering.]
Oh Do you want me to say "us" again? [in mock accent.]
Nadal Hamaz? - [Hamaz.]
Yes? - What sort of an accent is that? - [in normal voice.]
I'm doing Russian.
- It sounds Irish.
- [Hamaz.]
Who is this? - [in mock accent.]
My name is - O'Reilly? - Kechkov.
- How did you get my number? - LinkedIn.
- And what can I do for you, Mr Kechkov? - [in normal voice.]
Who? - You! - Oh! O'Reilly.
- Kechkov.
- Oh, Kechkov.
[in mock accent.]
Yes, I believe you have some unique merchandise.
- Some some what? - Unique merchandise.
- You're starting to sound Indian.
- [Todd in normal voice.]
Jesus.
[in mock accent.]
I believe you have some interesting merchandise.
- Indeed, I do.
- [normal voice.]
Bingo! [in mock accent.]
And this merchandise, does it have a price? Everything, my fine Scandinavian friend, has a price.
- What? How much? - Twenty million dollars.
[in normal voice.]
And is there a discount for cash? Perhaps we could meet to conduct this transaction.
[in mock accent.]
Of course.
I will send you through the location.
Farewell, my Spanish friend.
- Spanish? - You were a bit.
He just sent through some GPS coordinates.
- Where is that? - Here.
[Maddie.]
Man knows his stuff.
Restricted airspace, no visual surveillance - It's a virtual blind spot.
- Perfect place for an arms deal.
- Or a music festival.
- Come on, let's go.
- It's not too casual? - It's fine.
Should I maybe tuck the shirt in? It's an arms deal, Todd.
I don't think there's a dress code.
I just don't want to arouse suspicion.
Okay, then turn off the police lights.
Oh, yeah.
[car beeps.]
- [Veronica.]
Guys, heads up.
We've got company.
- It's the truck - Get down! - You said heads up.
- Is it Hamaz? - [Veronica.]
Fox in the coop.
Just to repeat, no one makes a move until we confirm he has the nuke.
- [Zac.]
Is Todd gonna tuck his shirt in? - I told you.
- Hang on, don't forget these.
- Camera glasses.
[chief.]
We've got pictures.
[in mock accent.]
Mr Hamaz, I presume? We meet at last, my fine Indian friend.
[in normal voice.]
I'm not actually Indian, it was just a bad line.
- You seem troubled.
- Nope.
Why do you have your shirt out? Little casual for an arms deal.
- Told you.
- I thought my instructions were for you to come alone.
And risk being outnumbered? I'm not stupid.
- [Hamaz.]
You were saying? - Oh, that's cheating.
[chief.]
Well, that's Hamaz all right.
What about the woman? - Todd, look over at the girl.
- Can we get an ID on her? [Kwong.]
Hmm, not really So, this merchandise? Is it yours? [scoffs.]
A wise man once said, "If my neighbour's camel is found wandering in the desert, is it not now my camel, too?" - If it's your neighbour's camel - Come.
Let's do this quickly.
You're the one with the lengthy metaphors.
- You have the money? - We can transfer it - into your nominated account.
- Twenty million? - Plus bank fees.
- And there's a 3% charge for credit cards.
- How do they get away with that? - [Maddie.]
I know, it's terrible.
Eh! Very well.
Not so fast.
We need to see the merchandise.
Ha.
As a wise man once said, "You show me yours, I show you mine.
" [Todd.]
Yeah, probably stick to camels.
One fully-operational W23 nuclear warhead.
Class C, 50-kiloton capacity.
Any other questions? - Are you throwing in the box? - We'll take it.
Have we got a match yet on the girl? [Kwong.]
Just then.
She's ex-Spetsnaz.
Russian secret service.
- Highly-trained assassin.
- Yeah.
What's she doing in the country? - 457 Visa.
She's also a nail technician.
- Oh.
Todd, Maddie, get that weapon and get out of there.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
Likewise, but I'm gonna think about that neighbour-camel thing.
[Maddie.]
Ah, there it is, Chief.
One nuclear warhead, back where it belongs.
- In a poorly guarded, suburban warehouse.
- We're getting new padlocks.
"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
" - What? - It's a famous line.
- Who said it? - Metallica? - Oppenheimer.
- Who are they? He invented the atomic bomb.
The most lethal weapon known to mankind.
Well, this one won't be bothering anyone now.
[clanking.]
Hang on, let me try that.
No, no, it's a different beat.
It's more like this.
- It's hollow.
- You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - We've been duped.
- You've been duped? [device chittering.]
[Maddie.]
It's reading zero.
[whistles.]
It doesn't sound high, Todd.
He's removed the plutonium core, and left us with an empty case.
You have been duped! Twenty million dollars and we've been left with nothing? Well, we got the casing, and he threw in the box.
- It's harmless.
- Hang on, it could be lead-based paint.
I can tell you, the director will not be happy.
- [Bradley.]
I'm not.
- How does he get in here? If we don't get the real nuke back within 48 hours, we'll have to notify the United Nations, the IEAE, and NATO.
[Zac.]
What about Crime Stoppers? I don't need to tell you the embarrassment that would cause.
Especially if they found out it was kept in a shed.
Especially if they found out our top agents were duped.
Especially when we were told to negotiate.
Especially when you failed to check inside.
- Todd - [Zac.]
Yeah, Todd.
[mobile ringing.]
It's your turn.
- Especially - Todd, it's not your job to answer back to this nation's highest officials.
- Pass.
Your turn, Mr Director.
- That was Kwong.
Good news, our third guard has just regained consciousness.
- Meaning? - He can get back to work.
- Maybe he can tell us something.
- Oh.
Two tours in the Middle East, and I get shot at home - working as a security guard.
- Joe, you're lucky to be alive.
Not so sure, bullet nicked my spine.
Doctors say I may never walk again.
- Still, look on the bright side.
- What bright side? You get one of those disabled parking stickers.
I know this is traumatic, but we need you to tell us what happened last night.
It's kind of foggy.
I got in around 6:00 as usual, checked the warehouse, made sure the alarm system was functional.
Around 8:00, I patrolled outside Yeah, mate, just get to the bit where you get shot.
Well I walked to the back door.
It was unlocked.
- Now, normally I always make sure it - Sorry, mate, just get to the gun.
He pointed it at me, I'm thinking he's gonna shoot.
He looks at me, I look at him.
He's sounding like a MasterChef contestant.
It all happened so quickly.
Guy came in, bang, I was on the ground! That's how you do it.
Start there! Joe, is there any chance you can help us ID the gunman? We've got some ident-kit photos here.
- This one? - [Joe.]
Mmm.
- This one? This one? - [Joe.]
Mmm - [Joe.]
Uh sorry.
- Is there anything you can tell us? - Did the man say anything? - No.
Did you notice any unusual tattoos or piercings? - A distinctive walk? Cologne? - Star sign? - [Zac.]
Did he drive a truck? - I'm afraid not.
It's just that I don't want to get halfway out that door and then suddenly you remember something.
- Nothing? All done? - No.
Mmm - Actually, there was something.
- Every time! - Not sure it will be of much use - Oh, it will be I managed to snap a photo of him as he was driving off.
- A photo! Of course, it's of use! - Good on you, Joe.
[Kwong.]
It's not a great photo.
Can't get 100% match.
This is just a possible hit on our suspect.
- [Maddie.]
Who is he, Kwong? - [Kwong.]
Eric Sleeman.
[Todd.]
What do we know about him? Local, lives with his wife and two children.
- Manages a small insurance company.
- [Maddie.]
Mmm-hmm.
Regular churchgoer, member of several community groups and charities.
- Mhm.
- Active as a volunteer.
- Any record? - Yeah.
- Once ate 17 hot dogs in a minute.
- Criminal record? - It was for charity.
- So he's clean? Yeah, and certainly not on any terrorist watch list.
- Then what's this guy doing in the system? - [Kwong.]
This is interesting.
[Todd.]
Oh, we couldn't have started there? [Kwong.]
A couple of year back, Sleeman tried enlisting in the army, but he psyched out.
Diagnosed with schizotypal avoidant personality disorder.
So guy's a nutjob.
I don't think that was the official psychological assessment.
Oh, you're right.
It says "borderline nutjob.
" [Kwong.]
After that, he joined several extremist right-wing groups.
[Maddie.]
Warriors of Vengeance? Actually, I think that's his indoor cricket team.
So, a right-wing nutcase running around the city with a nuke.
- That's a marriage made in - Hell.
- Would you let me finish? - But you paused.
- Dramatically! - Hang on! This guy's a family man, suburban 9-to-5er.
What does he possibly want with a WMD? - One way to find out.
- Yeah - How? - Let's pay Mr Sleeman a visit.
- [Todd.]
Right and then? - Ask him.
- Right and then? - [Maddie.]
Wait for his answer.
- Yeah, the pieces are coming together.
- [both.]
Guys! [Todd.]
I was Just trying to get Maddie up to speed! [Sleeman.]
Er, that's me with the scout troop I run.
Here I am receiving the Citizen of the Year award.
Another fair trade coffee? It's shade-grown.
- We're fine.
- Sugarless fruit slice? Palm-oil free.
- That would be great.
- So what's this about a robbery? - We're just covering some leads, sir.
- Can I ask where you were last night between the hours of 8:00 and midnight? Oh, let me think.
Ah, we had prayer group, of course Then we stopped by the refugee support centre - to drop off some hand-knitted socks.
- Yes, quite a night.
But, uh, we were tucked in by 10:00, reading our Bibles with a caffeine-free herbal beverage.
Okay, in that case, sorry to have bothered you both.
No bother at all, Detective.
As a wise man once said, "A camel left to wander in the desert - is a camel of us all.
" - Sorry? - Oh, well, that was a dead end.
- I'm not so sure.
Well, neither am I - Why am I not sure? - Well, don't you think that was strange? - Yeah.
She never got us that fruit slice.
- Mr Sleeman said something unusual.
- Yeah, prayer group.
- Hand-knitted socks.
No! "A camel for all.
" You remember when we heard that phrase? - [Todd.]
Like it was yesterday - It was yesterday! - [Todd.]
Oh.
- He's met with Hamaz.
Wait a second he met with Hamaz! [gun cocks.]
- [Sleeman.]
I want a lawyer.
- [Todd.]
Where is it? - Where's what? - You know what we're after.
- That fruit slice.
The truck? - No.
No.
- That camel? - The nuke.
- Yeah, we want the nuke.
- [Sleeman.]
I know my rights.
You gave up your rights when you took possession of a nuclear weapon.
- So where is it? - I lost it.
Listen carefully, Mr Sleeman.
Tell us where the nuke is, and maybe we can cut you a deal.
I can tell you one thing, we won't be cutting this psycho any sort of deal.
[Maddie.]
Chief, we can hear you in here.
What! Sophie! This is supposed to be shut.
I thought it was a wee bit stuffy.
Where's the nuke? [gun cocking.]
- Okay, three - [Sleeman.]
You won't pull the trigger.
- What's stopping me? - [Sleeman.]
The safety catch is on.
Oh, it is, too.
Two - Todd - One - Todd - A half say Todd again.
Go ahead, shoot.
I'm happy to die a patriot.
For too long, the West has listened to the civil libertarians while terrorists plot our destruction.
We've had our chance to defeat them over the centuries, but we took our boots off their throat.
Well, one blast, and that will all change.
- You're insane! - [Todd.]
He makes some good points.
Destroying an entire city just to force tougher security measures? At last the world will realise it's time to act.
I'm going to ask you one more time.
Where's the nuke? Listen, pal, we can wait as long as it takes.
[Veronica.]
Actually, I've got dinner plans.
Yeah, most of us can wait as long - I've got to go to the gym.
- Two of us can wait - [Maddie.]
Book club.
- I've got all night.
[sirens wailing.]
[music.]
- Hey, how's it going? - [chuckles.]
Thought I'd given you the slip.
- How'd you find me? - You're still Instagramming.
Yeah, I've just never seen pretzels presented like that.
- You okay? - [sighs.]
Sure.
I guess sometimes you just need to go somewhere where no one knows your name.
- Drink, Todd? - Yeah, just a one-off? - The usual? - Two-off.
Uh, make it a double.
- Sometimes a man needs hard liquor.
- So, large shandy, - easy on the ginger beer.
- You got it.
Hey, what's the latest on our friend Sleeman? Oh, he's all lawyered up.
We won't get another thing out of him.
Meanwhile, a nuclear weapon is out there somewhere.
- How are we ever gonna find it? - We could head back to work.
Yeah, apart from doing that.
What if it does go off? - What's the damage projection? - A 50-kiloton blast? [scoffs.]
- It'd wipe out half the city.
- [Todd.]
This is my worst nightmare.
I thought your worst nightmare was spiders.
- Oh, yeah.
Second worst.
- Losing your hair? Yes, third.
Yeah, definitely top ten.
[inhales sharply.]
Knowing there's a nuclear bomb out there, it's it's just hard to worry about anything else, to be honest.
I know.
Actually, could we have the music turned down? - [bartender.]
Sure, Todd.
- And a touch more lemonade.
- Don't beat yourself up.
- This stool's got a squeak Todd, we need to get back to the case.
- Yeah, can I order a club sandwich first? - Todd Just, the kitchen closes at 10:00.
So annoying.
[music.]
[Kwong.]
Managed to access Sleeman's computer history.
He's made a lot of searches lately related to the docks, the marina [Todd.]
You think that's where the bomb could be? [Veronica.]
It doesn't make any sense.
What've you got at the docks? [Maddie.]
Apart from the Pacific Stadium.
Isn't there a World Cup game on there today? - Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Yes.
- Actually, could you think it again? - The World Cup game.
- Of course, he's planning to go! - No.
He wants to make a statement.
- [Todd.]
Planning to streak? - The stadium.
That's his target! - [Todd.]
Yes! - But where's the nuke? [all mumbling.]
- [Maddie.]
Hang on, what's that? - [Todd.]
Some crane.
[Maddie.]
Kwong, zoom in.
[Todd.]
Just a crate of bananas.
But we don't import bananas at this time of year.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - [Todd.]
Yes! Again, just think it - That's our nuke! - [Todd.]
It's our nuke! [stadium announcer.]
As the players take to the field, please welcome the stars of Jersey Boys 2 to perform the national anthem.
[Veronica.]
The Jersey Boys? I love those guys.
Zac, lower the crate [thuds.]
Slowly.
[Maddie.]
Todd, you've got to put the adverbs earlier.
[Maddie.]
Oh? Lower the crate slowly.
It's too late now.
Next time.
- What've we got? - It's the nuke and it's armed.
[Zac.]
Set to go off on the 30th of this month.
- [Todd.]
Oh, so we've got time.
- Set to go off in 30 minutes - So we've got less time.
- Of which month? - We've got to stop it.
- VJ, take a look.
[Veronica.]
Looks like the implosion assembly's direct-wired to a DT gas chamber.
How'd you know so much about nuclear hardware? - [Veronica.]
It's a long story.
- We've got 29-and-a-half minutes.
- Guys - Do it in point form.
- [Veronica.]
Jesus.
- [Maddie.]
What's wrong? This guy's disabled the nuke's permissive action link.
- What does that mean? - Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Okay, so what does it mean? - Er, well VJ? - [Veronica.]
We can't stop it.
- Exactly.
- What about the stop button? Disabled, too.
There's no way to prevent this thing going off.
- Unless - What? Unless someone thinks of a way.
[crowd cheering.]
My God, the World Cup.
[Todd.]
Ugh, we missed the start of the game.
There must be 50,000 people in that stadium.
- There's only one thing we can do.
- [Zac.]
Run? Two things.
We gotta get it out of here! - Come on, come on.
- Can you go any faster? I'm trying! Gotta somehow find more speed.
- Shall I wind in the anchor? - Yes! [Zac.]
Oh.
[anchor clattering.]
[Todd.]
It's still not enough.
- Can you try anything else? - Not that I can think of.
- What about lowering the trim? - The what? - The propeller trim.
This lever.
- [Todd.]
What's it do? [Zac and Todd.]
Whoa! - Jesus, give us warning.
- Kwong? Talk to us.
- Hi, how's it going? - About the bomb.
In order to neutralise the blast, you'll need to drop the bomb seven miles offshore, and at a depth of 500 meters.
- Seven miles, 500 meters.
- Are we using the metric system or not? - Does it matter? - Just for consistency.
I can get a bomb disposal team to you within an hour.
[Maddie.]
No dice, chief.
We've got less than 20 minutes before this thing blows.
- Oh, come on.
- Can you try anything else? - Nothing I can think of.
It's like Zac! - Want me to reel in? Based on the mass of the nuke and the rate that it'll sink, you'll have to drop it overboard with no more than two minutes on the timer.
- You realise what that means? - Of course, I do.
It might not give us enough time to get out of the blast zone.
Oh, is that what it means? See, this is why the metric system helps.
Oh, I don't like this.
I don't like it at all.
12 minutes till detonation.
[Todd.]
Okay, We're approaching the seven mile mark.
- VJ.
- [Veronica.]
Standing by.
- [Veronica.]
Two minutes to go.
- Not quite there.
Todd Okay, guys, and - Now, now, now! - Now? [all.]
Yes! - I didn't hear a splash.
- Me neither.
I think we missed.
- A minute twenty.
- Get it overboard.
Go, go, go! - Go? All right.
- [all.]
Yes! [Todd.]
Come on, let's get out of here.
- [chief.]
How long? - [Kwong.]
Less than a minute.
I don't think they've got time to clear the blast zone.
I don't think so, either.
- Ah, they'll be blown to pieces.
Hmm? - [Maddie.]
Chief? - We can hear you.
- [chief.]
Oh, shit! Come on, come on.
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Three, two, one.
- VJ, talk to me.
- I don't know.
- Maybe it was a dud.
- Oh, that's lucky.
[Chief.]
Congratulations, team.
Thanks to your bravery and quick thinking, 50,000 innocent people were saved.
[Todd whistles.]
Almost making up for the 70,000 killed by the tsunami.
[whistles.]
Yeah, well at least that lunatic Sleeman is finally behind bars.
[chief.]
Actually, his lawyers got him off.
But that terrorist Hamaz has been locked up.
He fled the country on a false passport.
[Veronica.]
At least that injured guard is now better.
He took a turn for the worse.
Died this morning.
- I got my fruit slice.
- At least you got rid of Sophie.
Knock, knock.
Hot drink, anyone? [stutters.]
Yeah, it's complicated [Todd whistling.]
Thank you, Sister Kathleen.
Happy to assist in any way we can.
That's it, draw a bead.
Now you've gotta pick out a vital organ.
Or go for a major artery, so they'll bleed out internally.
[glass shatters.]
Oh, never mind, darling.
You've got another five rounds.
You are now subdued.
Any questions? - [muffled.]
I can't breathe.
- That's not a question.
So you've just gotta wait for the wave, and then [mobile ringing.]
Yo? Okay, Chief.
Travelling.
[splash.]
Where are you? Come on, let's concentrate.
[bubbling.]
Ah, he must've gone.
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
You wanted to see me, Chief? Oh, yes, Sophie.
Uh Would you mind shutting the door? - [Sophie.]
Too easy.
- This is a difficult conversation to have, but I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go.
Now, it's not Sophie? Sophie! Oh, sorry, Chief, I couldn't hear you, the door was shut.
Yeah, I know, I actually wanted you to come in and shut the door.
- [Todd.]
Hey, Chief.
- You wanted to see us? - [chief.]
Yes.
- Shall I shut the door again, Chief? [chief.]
What? Ah, yes, yes, yes.
- Actually, and wait outside this time.
- Too easy.
- Have you given her at least one warning? - [stuttering.]
Yeah, I'm trying to.
Anyway, sorry to drag you away from your charity day, - but something's come up.
- What have we got, Chief? [chief.]
Break and enter at a warehouse downtown last night.
Hang on, some dilapidated old shed gets busted open by a couple of tramps looking for loose change? [chuckles.]
- Why call us in? - Two security guards are dead.
Yeah, well, I take most of that back.
- A third fighting for his life.
- [Todd.]
I take it all back.
[gunshots.]
[Maddie.]
So, we're looking at a double homicide.
[Todd.]
Attempted murder.
- [Veronica.]
Aggravated burglary.
- [Zac.]
And vandalism.
Those guards didn't stand a chance.
- Wrong place, wrong time.
- Looks like a professional job.
- Practice makes perfect.
- [chief.]
It was a ruthless attack.
Dead men tell no tales.
Are you going to contribute anything meaningful? Do we have anything on the perpetrator, Chief? - Not as yet.
- [Zac.]
What about the suspect? - The perpetrator is the suspect.
- Oh.
What about the guy that did it? - He's the perpetrator.
- Right, so there's three of them.
Come on.
Let's get to the warehouse.
[music.]
Well, well, well, the work experience kids are back.
If only he knew our real identities and role.
- Zac, I'm on this side.
- Oh.
Sorry, Todd.
Better leave this for the grown-ups.
If only he knew our true identities and role.
- I'm over here.
- Oh.
Oh, my God.
Here are our victims.
[Veronica.]
Tight grouping, low calibre, no exit wound.
These guys didn't stand a chance.
[Maddie sighs.]
- You okay? - Doesn't it ever get to you, Todd? The senseless violence, the brutality? Eh, it's more the early mornings.
Wallet, cash, and card still here.
So our perps were after something else.
- I guess so.
The question is - [Zac and Todd.]
What? Let me finish, I was in the middle of asking a question.
- That was the answer.
- I was going to give the answer.
- To your own question? - Yes.
- Why? What - [both.]
What? - [Veronica.]
Take a look.
- What've you got? Nine mil, Glock 17.
- Our perp was packing some serious heat.
- Yeah.
Last time I saw one of these was in Urozgan Province.
- Todd, you were in Afghanistan? - Yeah.
Yeah, it was pretty tough.
[alarm beeping.]
Okay, let's get these casings to ballistics.
- Hmm.
- [Maddie.]
What, Todd? It's quite an elaborate alarm system.
- What were they storing here? - Looks like military hardware.
- Guns, ammo - [Maddie.]
Hmm [Todd.]
What is it? [device buzzing.]
Picking up radiation levels in excess of 100 CPM.
- [whistles.]
Is that high, Todd? - No idea, I was just whistling.
One hundred CPM is extreme.
[whistles.]
- You know what I'm thinking? - Yeah Could you just think it again? They weren't just storing conventional weapons here.
They were storing nukes.
- Whistle? [whistles.]
- Yeah.
[siren blaring.]
[Kwong.]
Guys, the chief wants to speak to you.
- Sure.
- Pull it up.
Standing by for secure AV link.
Encryption protocols activated.
We are clear for comms.
[beeping.]
- Good morning to you all.
- [all.]
Morning, Chief.
- I need an update.
- Yeah, just got back on the - On the break-in from - [Todd.]
Yeah, sorry - We just got back from the crime Sorry.
- On the break - How did you at the crime scene.
- Mmm-hmm.
- What were you saying? - Maddie was just saying I need a full briefing on Sorry.
- [Todd.]
We've been to the - With the We've been to the warehouse.
- This case is priority one.
- [Zac.]
Good morning, Chief.
What's priority one? This case is priority one, and I need a full update.
- [Todd.]
Why don't you just come - You come - No, you go first.
- I was gonna say you come over.
- You come Okay, we'll come.
- [Zac.]
See you soon, Chief.
How'd it go, Chief? You finished? - What? - The satellite link.
- I think it went well.
- Lunk? What's a lunk? [chief.]
Ah.
How'd you go at the supply depot? Chief, if we were to tell you we detected radiation levels of over 100 CPM, what would you say? - I wouldn't be surprised.
- [Todd.]
Really? - Because I whistled.
- And I asked what CPM meant.
- One hundred CPM.
- [whistles.]
See, I'm still surprised.
And I've forgotten what the "M" stands for.
I've just been informed that that depot was, in fact, a classified facility, and it housed something that will no doubt come as a shock to you all.
[all.]
A nuclear weapon? How did you know - We could see the reflection.
- I thought it was "nopeaw raelcun.
" Chief, why were nuclear weapons being stored in a civilian warehouse? What sort of idiot would've authorised that? Perhaps I can answer those questions.
- [Todd.]
Whoops.
- [Zac.]
Is he the idiot? That warehouse was, in fact, one of our secret military supply bases.
- Say what! - It housed a range of biological and nuclear weapons.
- In a downtown facility? - [Bradley.]
It was a cost-saving exercise.
Well, that cost-saving exercise has just cost us a nuke.
It was a decision of the army.
- Cost saving, the cost - [all.]
Yeah, we got it.
- Well, no one said anything.
- The hope was to maintain a low profile.
But without a perimeter fence, a guardhouse A sign reading "No nukes kept on the premises.
" Well, I'm afraid that was mission not accomplished.
[all agreeing.]
[laughs.]
So we acknowledge hers? I'll admit the arrangement was, from a public safety standpoint, sub-optimal in terms of its efficacy and outcome.
- You can say that again.
- Yeah, probably best he doesn't.
- We're pushed for time.
- You've made a massive error, Director.
Maddie, this is not the time for allocating blame.
- Then what is it time for? - Lunch? Let's cut to the chase.
What exactly was taken? - Chief? - [Maddie.]
Oh, my God.
- [Zac.]
A truck.
- [Bradley.]
You recognise it? - It's a W80 thermonuclear warhead.
- No, I think it's a twin-cab.
Gentlemen, ladies, we need that nuke found.
All right, Kwong, we need a complete sweep of metadata.
- Now? - Is that a problem? - I'm on my lunch break.
- See? It is lunchtime.
Listen, a nuclear weapon has been stolen.
But we're not allowed to use the computer while eating.
- [Todd.]
Fair point.
- Todd! - Don't want to break the rules.
- Come on! We need to check for all fundamentalist chatter.
All right, key words.
Try "nukes.
" - Try "WMD", "arms deal.
" - "Truck.
" Okay, I could have a lead.
Anyone recognise this gentleman? - [Todd.]
Uh, Tarik Abdullah? - [Kwong.]
No.
- Muhammad al-Baradi? Samir Almal? - [Kwong.]
No.
- Are you just making up Arabic names? - No.
- It's Nadal Hamaz.
- A-ha! International arms dealer.
Clients include Hezbollah, ISIL, - Al-Qaeda - [Maddie.]
The Swiss Guard? - [Kwong.]
They felt it was time for a weapons upgrade.
- Right.
According to our intel, Hamaz entered the country three days ago.
[chuckles.]
And I'm tipping he's not here for a holiday.
- [Kwong.]
He's here for a holiday.
- [Todd.]
So he says.
[Kwong.]
Staying at SeaWorld, brought his family, - posted this to Instagram.
- Yeah, seems like a holiday.
- It's a front! He's up to no good.
- Six months ago, Hamaz tried purchasing a nuke from a group of Chechen rebels.
- The Black Dawn.
- [Kwong.]
No.
- Shining Sword? Sons of the Spear? - No.
Are you just making up rebel names? - [stutters.]
No.
- Anyway, the deal fell through, but we know he's on the hunt for another.
Right.
If Hamaz gets his hands on that nuke, he won't have much trouble finding a buyer.
That's what we're worried about.
This surveillance footage - was recorded about 48 hours ago.
- [Veronica.]
Who's the other guy? - Jebzel Mahkrani.
Shamza Afridi.
- No.
- Are you're doing it again? - Mostafa Amam.
- We meet again.
- [Maddie.]
You've never met him.
All right, we meet for the first time.
- It's a meeting.
- [Maddie.]
Who is he, Kwong? Yemeni political operative.
Take a listen.
[Hamaz.]
My friend, may the fires of vengeance rain down upon the infidels.
[Mostafa.]
And swift will be the flames of retribution.
- Do these guys ever make small talk? - [Maddie.]
Hmm Hmm, why is a Yemeni official meeting with a known arms dealer? - Yeah, and why are they speaking in code? - Yeah, and where's their truck? Every terrorist group in the Middle East will want a piece of that nuke.
- Yep, the Crimson Crescent.
Shield of - No.
Stop it! He'd have no trouble finding a buyer.
That's why the buyer will have to be - [Todd and Zac.]
Us.
- Hang on.
- You paused.
- For dramatic effect.
- I thought you'd run out of words.
- No I didn't run It was, it was - You're pausing again.
- Because now I've run out of words.
[stuttering.]
Oh Do you want me to say "us" again? [in mock accent.]
Nadal Hamaz? - [Hamaz.]
Yes? - What sort of an accent is that? - [in normal voice.]
I'm doing Russian.
- It sounds Irish.
- [Hamaz.]
Who is this? - [in mock accent.]
My name is - O'Reilly? - Kechkov.
- How did you get my number? - LinkedIn.
- And what can I do for you, Mr Kechkov? - [in normal voice.]
Who? - You! - Oh! O'Reilly.
- Kechkov.
- Oh, Kechkov.
[in mock accent.]
Yes, I believe you have some unique merchandise.
- Some some what? - Unique merchandise.
- You're starting to sound Indian.
- [Todd in normal voice.]
Jesus.
[in mock accent.]
I believe you have some interesting merchandise.
- Indeed, I do.
- [normal voice.]
Bingo! [in mock accent.]
And this merchandise, does it have a price? Everything, my fine Scandinavian friend, has a price.
- What? How much? - Twenty million dollars.
[in normal voice.]
And is there a discount for cash? Perhaps we could meet to conduct this transaction.
[in mock accent.]
Of course.
I will send you through the location.
Farewell, my Spanish friend.
- Spanish? - You were a bit.
He just sent through some GPS coordinates.
- Where is that? - Here.
[Maddie.]
Man knows his stuff.
Restricted airspace, no visual surveillance - It's a virtual blind spot.
- Perfect place for an arms deal.
- Or a music festival.
- Come on, let's go.
- It's not too casual? - It's fine.
Should I maybe tuck the shirt in? It's an arms deal, Todd.
I don't think there's a dress code.
I just don't want to arouse suspicion.
Okay, then turn off the police lights.
Oh, yeah.
[car beeps.]
- [Veronica.]
Guys, heads up.
We've got company.
- It's the truck - Get down! - You said heads up.
- Is it Hamaz? - [Veronica.]
Fox in the coop.
Just to repeat, no one makes a move until we confirm he has the nuke.
- [Zac.]
Is Todd gonna tuck his shirt in? - I told you.
- Hang on, don't forget these.
- Camera glasses.
[chief.]
We've got pictures.
[in mock accent.]
Mr Hamaz, I presume? We meet at last, my fine Indian friend.
[in normal voice.]
I'm not actually Indian, it was just a bad line.
- You seem troubled.
- Nope.
Why do you have your shirt out? Little casual for an arms deal.
- Told you.
- I thought my instructions were for you to come alone.
And risk being outnumbered? I'm not stupid.
- [Hamaz.]
You were saying? - Oh, that's cheating.
[chief.]
Well, that's Hamaz all right.
What about the woman? - Todd, look over at the girl.
- Can we get an ID on her? [Kwong.]
Hmm, not really So, this merchandise? Is it yours? [scoffs.]
A wise man once said, "If my neighbour's camel is found wandering in the desert, is it not now my camel, too?" - If it's your neighbour's camel - Come.
Let's do this quickly.
You're the one with the lengthy metaphors.
- You have the money? - We can transfer it - into your nominated account.
- Twenty million? - Plus bank fees.
- And there's a 3% charge for credit cards.
- How do they get away with that? - [Maddie.]
I know, it's terrible.
Eh! Very well.
Not so fast.
We need to see the merchandise.
Ha.
As a wise man once said, "You show me yours, I show you mine.
" [Todd.]
Yeah, probably stick to camels.
One fully-operational W23 nuclear warhead.
Class C, 50-kiloton capacity.
Any other questions? - Are you throwing in the box? - We'll take it.
Have we got a match yet on the girl? [Kwong.]
Just then.
She's ex-Spetsnaz.
Russian secret service.
- Highly-trained assassin.
- Yeah.
What's she doing in the country? - 457 Visa.
She's also a nail technician.
- Oh.
Todd, Maddie, get that weapon and get out of there.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
Likewise, but I'm gonna think about that neighbour-camel thing.
[Maddie.]
Ah, there it is, Chief.
One nuclear warhead, back where it belongs.
- In a poorly guarded, suburban warehouse.
- We're getting new padlocks.
"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
" - What? - It's a famous line.
- Who said it? - Metallica? - Oppenheimer.
- Who are they? He invented the atomic bomb.
The most lethal weapon known to mankind.
Well, this one won't be bothering anyone now.
[clanking.]
Hang on, let me try that.
No, no, it's a different beat.
It's more like this.
- It's hollow.
- You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - We've been duped.
- You've been duped? [device chittering.]
[Maddie.]
It's reading zero.
[whistles.]
It doesn't sound high, Todd.
He's removed the plutonium core, and left us with an empty case.
You have been duped! Twenty million dollars and we've been left with nothing? Well, we got the casing, and he threw in the box.
- It's harmless.
- Hang on, it could be lead-based paint.
I can tell you, the director will not be happy.
- [Bradley.]
I'm not.
- How does he get in here? If we don't get the real nuke back within 48 hours, we'll have to notify the United Nations, the IEAE, and NATO.
[Zac.]
What about Crime Stoppers? I don't need to tell you the embarrassment that would cause.
Especially if they found out it was kept in a shed.
Especially if they found out our top agents were duped.
Especially when we were told to negotiate.
Especially when you failed to check inside.
- Todd - [Zac.]
Yeah, Todd.
[mobile ringing.]
It's your turn.
- Especially - Todd, it's not your job to answer back to this nation's highest officials.
- Pass.
Your turn, Mr Director.
- That was Kwong.
Good news, our third guard has just regained consciousness.
- Meaning? - He can get back to work.
- Maybe he can tell us something.
- Oh.
Two tours in the Middle East, and I get shot at home - working as a security guard.
- Joe, you're lucky to be alive.
Not so sure, bullet nicked my spine.
Doctors say I may never walk again.
- Still, look on the bright side.
- What bright side? You get one of those disabled parking stickers.
I know this is traumatic, but we need you to tell us what happened last night.
It's kind of foggy.
I got in around 6:00 as usual, checked the warehouse, made sure the alarm system was functional.
Around 8:00, I patrolled outside Yeah, mate, just get to the bit where you get shot.
Well I walked to the back door.
It was unlocked.
- Now, normally I always make sure it - Sorry, mate, just get to the gun.
He pointed it at me, I'm thinking he's gonna shoot.
He looks at me, I look at him.
He's sounding like a MasterChef contestant.
It all happened so quickly.
Guy came in, bang, I was on the ground! That's how you do it.
Start there! Joe, is there any chance you can help us ID the gunman? We've got some ident-kit photos here.
- This one? - [Joe.]
Mmm.
- This one? This one? - [Joe.]
Mmm - [Joe.]
Uh sorry.
- Is there anything you can tell us? - Did the man say anything? - No.
Did you notice any unusual tattoos or piercings? - A distinctive walk? Cologne? - Star sign? - [Zac.]
Did he drive a truck? - I'm afraid not.
It's just that I don't want to get halfway out that door and then suddenly you remember something.
- Nothing? All done? - No.
Mmm - Actually, there was something.
- Every time! - Not sure it will be of much use - Oh, it will be I managed to snap a photo of him as he was driving off.
- A photo! Of course, it's of use! - Good on you, Joe.
[Kwong.]
It's not a great photo.
Can't get 100% match.
This is just a possible hit on our suspect.
- [Maddie.]
Who is he, Kwong? - [Kwong.]
Eric Sleeman.
[Todd.]
What do we know about him? Local, lives with his wife and two children.
- Manages a small insurance company.
- [Maddie.]
Mmm-hmm.
Regular churchgoer, member of several community groups and charities.
- Mhm.
- Active as a volunteer.
- Any record? - Yeah.
- Once ate 17 hot dogs in a minute.
- Criminal record? - It was for charity.
- So he's clean? Yeah, and certainly not on any terrorist watch list.
- Then what's this guy doing in the system? - [Kwong.]
This is interesting.
[Todd.]
Oh, we couldn't have started there? [Kwong.]
A couple of year back, Sleeman tried enlisting in the army, but he psyched out.
Diagnosed with schizotypal avoidant personality disorder.
So guy's a nutjob.
I don't think that was the official psychological assessment.
Oh, you're right.
It says "borderline nutjob.
" [Kwong.]
After that, he joined several extremist right-wing groups.
[Maddie.]
Warriors of Vengeance? Actually, I think that's his indoor cricket team.
So, a right-wing nutcase running around the city with a nuke.
- That's a marriage made in - Hell.
- Would you let me finish? - But you paused.
- Dramatically! - Hang on! This guy's a family man, suburban 9-to-5er.
What does he possibly want with a WMD? - One way to find out.
- Yeah - How? - Let's pay Mr Sleeman a visit.
- [Todd.]
Right and then? - Ask him.
- Right and then? - [Maddie.]
Wait for his answer.
- Yeah, the pieces are coming together.
- [both.]
Guys! [Todd.]
I was Just trying to get Maddie up to speed! [Sleeman.]
Er, that's me with the scout troop I run.
Here I am receiving the Citizen of the Year award.
Another fair trade coffee? It's shade-grown.
- We're fine.
- Sugarless fruit slice? Palm-oil free.
- That would be great.
- So what's this about a robbery? - We're just covering some leads, sir.
- Can I ask where you were last night between the hours of 8:00 and midnight? Oh, let me think.
Ah, we had prayer group, of course Then we stopped by the refugee support centre - to drop off some hand-knitted socks.
- Yes, quite a night.
But, uh, we were tucked in by 10:00, reading our Bibles with a caffeine-free herbal beverage.
Okay, in that case, sorry to have bothered you both.
No bother at all, Detective.
As a wise man once said, "A camel left to wander in the desert - is a camel of us all.
" - Sorry? - Oh, well, that was a dead end.
- I'm not so sure.
Well, neither am I - Why am I not sure? - Well, don't you think that was strange? - Yeah.
She never got us that fruit slice.
- Mr Sleeman said something unusual.
- Yeah, prayer group.
- Hand-knitted socks.
No! "A camel for all.
" You remember when we heard that phrase? - [Todd.]
Like it was yesterday - It was yesterday! - [Todd.]
Oh.
- He's met with Hamaz.
Wait a second he met with Hamaz! [gun cocks.]
- [Sleeman.]
I want a lawyer.
- [Todd.]
Where is it? - Where's what? - You know what we're after.
- That fruit slice.
The truck? - No.
No.
- That camel? - The nuke.
- Yeah, we want the nuke.
- [Sleeman.]
I know my rights.
You gave up your rights when you took possession of a nuclear weapon.
- So where is it? - I lost it.
Listen carefully, Mr Sleeman.
Tell us where the nuke is, and maybe we can cut you a deal.
I can tell you one thing, we won't be cutting this psycho any sort of deal.
[Maddie.]
Chief, we can hear you in here.
What! Sophie! This is supposed to be shut.
I thought it was a wee bit stuffy.
Where's the nuke? [gun cocking.]
- Okay, three - [Sleeman.]
You won't pull the trigger.
- What's stopping me? - [Sleeman.]
The safety catch is on.
Oh, it is, too.
Two - Todd - One - Todd - A half say Todd again.
Go ahead, shoot.
I'm happy to die a patriot.
For too long, the West has listened to the civil libertarians while terrorists plot our destruction.
We've had our chance to defeat them over the centuries, but we took our boots off their throat.
Well, one blast, and that will all change.
- You're insane! - [Todd.]
He makes some good points.
Destroying an entire city just to force tougher security measures? At last the world will realise it's time to act.
I'm going to ask you one more time.
Where's the nuke? Listen, pal, we can wait as long as it takes.
[Veronica.]
Actually, I've got dinner plans.
Yeah, most of us can wait as long - I've got to go to the gym.
- Two of us can wait - [Maddie.]
Book club.
- I've got all night.
[sirens wailing.]
[music.]
- Hey, how's it going? - [chuckles.]
Thought I'd given you the slip.
- How'd you find me? - You're still Instagramming.
Yeah, I've just never seen pretzels presented like that.
- You okay? - [sighs.]
Sure.
I guess sometimes you just need to go somewhere where no one knows your name.
- Drink, Todd? - Yeah, just a one-off? - The usual? - Two-off.
Uh, make it a double.
- Sometimes a man needs hard liquor.
- So, large shandy, - easy on the ginger beer.
- You got it.
Hey, what's the latest on our friend Sleeman? Oh, he's all lawyered up.
We won't get another thing out of him.
Meanwhile, a nuclear weapon is out there somewhere.
- How are we ever gonna find it? - We could head back to work.
Yeah, apart from doing that.
What if it does go off? - What's the damage projection? - A 50-kiloton blast? [scoffs.]
- It'd wipe out half the city.
- [Todd.]
This is my worst nightmare.
I thought your worst nightmare was spiders.
- Oh, yeah.
Second worst.
- Losing your hair? Yes, third.
Yeah, definitely top ten.
[inhales sharply.]
Knowing there's a nuclear bomb out there, it's it's just hard to worry about anything else, to be honest.
I know.
Actually, could we have the music turned down? - [bartender.]
Sure, Todd.
- And a touch more lemonade.
- Don't beat yourself up.
- This stool's got a squeak Todd, we need to get back to the case.
- Yeah, can I order a club sandwich first? - Todd Just, the kitchen closes at 10:00.
So annoying.
[music.]
[Kwong.]
Managed to access Sleeman's computer history.
He's made a lot of searches lately related to the docks, the marina [Todd.]
You think that's where the bomb could be? [Veronica.]
It doesn't make any sense.
What've you got at the docks? [Maddie.]
Apart from the Pacific Stadium.
Isn't there a World Cup game on there today? - Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Yes.
- Actually, could you think it again? - The World Cup game.
- Of course, he's planning to go! - No.
He wants to make a statement.
- [Todd.]
Planning to streak? - The stadium.
That's his target! - [Todd.]
Yes! - But where's the nuke? [all mumbling.]
- [Maddie.]
Hang on, what's that? - [Todd.]
Some crane.
[Maddie.]
Kwong, zoom in.
[Todd.]
Just a crate of bananas.
But we don't import bananas at this time of year.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - [Todd.]
Yes! Again, just think it - That's our nuke! - [Todd.]
It's our nuke! [stadium announcer.]
As the players take to the field, please welcome the stars of Jersey Boys 2 to perform the national anthem.
[Veronica.]
The Jersey Boys? I love those guys.
Zac, lower the crate [thuds.]
Slowly.
[Maddie.]
Todd, you've got to put the adverbs earlier.
[Maddie.]
Oh? Lower the crate slowly.
It's too late now.
Next time.
- What've we got? - It's the nuke and it's armed.
[Zac.]
Set to go off on the 30th of this month.
- [Todd.]
Oh, so we've got time.
- Set to go off in 30 minutes - So we've got less time.
- Of which month? - We've got to stop it.
- VJ, take a look.
[Veronica.]
Looks like the implosion assembly's direct-wired to a DT gas chamber.
How'd you know so much about nuclear hardware? - [Veronica.]
It's a long story.
- We've got 29-and-a-half minutes.
- Guys - Do it in point form.
- [Veronica.]
Jesus.
- [Maddie.]
What's wrong? This guy's disabled the nuke's permissive action link.
- What does that mean? - Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Okay, so what does it mean? - Er, well VJ? - [Veronica.]
We can't stop it.
- Exactly.
- What about the stop button? Disabled, too.
There's no way to prevent this thing going off.
- Unless - What? Unless someone thinks of a way.
[crowd cheering.]
My God, the World Cup.
[Todd.]
Ugh, we missed the start of the game.
There must be 50,000 people in that stadium.
- There's only one thing we can do.
- [Zac.]
Run? Two things.
We gotta get it out of here! - Come on, come on.
- Can you go any faster? I'm trying! Gotta somehow find more speed.
- Shall I wind in the anchor? - Yes! [Zac.]
Oh.
[anchor clattering.]
[Todd.]
It's still not enough.
- Can you try anything else? - Not that I can think of.
- What about lowering the trim? - The what? - The propeller trim.
This lever.
- [Todd.]
What's it do? [Zac and Todd.]
Whoa! - Jesus, give us warning.
- Kwong? Talk to us.
- Hi, how's it going? - About the bomb.
In order to neutralise the blast, you'll need to drop the bomb seven miles offshore, and at a depth of 500 meters.
- Seven miles, 500 meters.
- Are we using the metric system or not? - Does it matter? - Just for consistency.
I can get a bomb disposal team to you within an hour.
[Maddie.]
No dice, chief.
We've got less than 20 minutes before this thing blows.
- Oh, come on.
- Can you try anything else? - Nothing I can think of.
It's like Zac! - Want me to reel in? Based on the mass of the nuke and the rate that it'll sink, you'll have to drop it overboard with no more than two minutes on the timer.
- You realise what that means? - Of course, I do.
It might not give us enough time to get out of the blast zone.
Oh, is that what it means? See, this is why the metric system helps.
Oh, I don't like this.
I don't like it at all.
12 minutes till detonation.
[Todd.]
Okay, We're approaching the seven mile mark.
- VJ.
- [Veronica.]
Standing by.
- [Veronica.]
Two minutes to go.
- Not quite there.
Todd Okay, guys, and - Now, now, now! - Now? [all.]
Yes! - I didn't hear a splash.
- Me neither.
I think we missed.
- A minute twenty.
- Get it overboard.
Go, go, go! - Go? All right.
- [all.]
Yes! [Todd.]
Come on, let's get out of here.
- [chief.]
How long? - [Kwong.]
Less than a minute.
I don't think they've got time to clear the blast zone.
I don't think so, either.
- Ah, they'll be blown to pieces.
Hmm? - [Maddie.]
Chief? - We can hear you.
- [chief.]
Oh, shit! Come on, come on.
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Three, two, one.
- VJ, talk to me.
- I don't know.
- Maybe it was a dud.
- Oh, that's lucky.
[Chief.]
Congratulations, team.
Thanks to your bravery and quick thinking, 50,000 innocent people were saved.
[Todd whistles.]
Almost making up for the 70,000 killed by the tsunami.
[whistles.]
Yeah, well at least that lunatic Sleeman is finally behind bars.
[chief.]
Actually, his lawyers got him off.
But that terrorist Hamaz has been locked up.
He fled the country on a false passport.
[Veronica.]
At least that injured guard is now better.
He took a turn for the worse.
Died this morning.
- I got my fruit slice.
- At least you got rid of Sophie.
Knock, knock.
Hot drink, anyone? [stutters.]
Yeah, it's complicated [Todd whistling.]