phil brooks. phil brooks. phil's good. phil's good. prasad: agent mcgee, commander prasad, x.o. meeting us. prasad: none too soon. your plane just touched down. the flight was headed for southcom in peru. loaded with humanitarian supplies, no passengers. crew thinks they're here for additional cargo. they could be accomplices. if your robber's on this plane, it was not with the help of navy personnel. i guarantee that. torres: line up over here, please. and, uh, no talking. all right, flight deck is clear. aft wells are clear. cargo area is secured, pallets are sealed. what the hell is going on, sir? a grave misunderstanding. prasad: looks like your robber found another way off that air station. well, we still need to talk to the crew. nick. guys, let's chat. prasad: look, agent mcgee, unless you have proof that your robber was on this plane... bishop: mcgee? got something. hey. i got blood. and torn fabric. looks like a piece of our robber. where's the rest of him? with lindor. a milk chocolate shell with a smooth, melting center from the lindt master chocolatiers lindor, only