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Swain. Sally.

Hello, Mike.

How's things going?
Oh, not at all at the moment.

But you must be getting close.

Because I'm the size
of a house, you mean.

I didn't mean that.
Oh, I do.

Time this one left home, I think.

Mmm. Had another ultrasound
and everything's fine.

It's just gonna be another
couple of weeks, that's all.

If you can have him ashore
when it happens,

you've got a fan for life.

I'll do everything I can.

Nice to see you again, Sally.
See you on board, Swain.

Sir.

Dr Lee. Can I have a word?

I have to be somewhere else
in a minute.

It's about Carl Davies,
the fisherman we brought in.

Crocodile attack?
That's the one.

The Federal Police
are all over that one.

They're practically living here.

Dr Lee? Room 7 looking for you.

Sorry. Gotta go.

Can I help you?

Mike Flynn, captain of 'Hammersley'

Dr George Poulos. I'm head of
the Emergency Services here.

I think we've met on the radio
from time to time.

I was asking about Carl Davies.

He's the third person we've brought in
connected with Bright Island.

And?

I was wondering whether he had
the same toxin as the other two.

And Dr Lee said?

Er, nothing.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

You're not a relative, are you?

No, but my crew members
had to go ashore there

and may have to do so again.

I'm after a risk assessment.

Understandable,

but there are ethical questions
involved here.

You'll have to go through
appropriate channels.

Good to have met you. Goodbye.

Here as a patient, Lieutenant?
Nothing trivial, I hope?

NAVCOM got you stalking me now?

No, sir, but I am here to see you.

What is it?

You're here making inquiries
about the Bright Island deaths?

How would you know that?

Educated guess.

People are starting to say
you're obsessed.

I'd be very careful
if I were you, Lieutenant.

Don't get me wrong.
I think you should be.

I think we all should be.

You're suspicious?

Seconded to J3 from Intelligence.
I trade in suspicion.

Listen, the navy's been
locked out on this one,

and, like you, I wanna know why.

But that's not all you wanna say?

Oh, it's just...

...I thought you might like to know

that there is, er,
some kind of operation

on or near Bright Island tomorrow.

Good morning, sir.

Oh! Very nice, Swain.

Can you make out what it is?

You said it was an ultrasound
of your baby.

I meant a boy or a girl?

They haven't told you?

No, Sally wants a surprise,
but I think I wanna know.

Hmm. What variety do you want?

I don't know, really.

Set course for Bright Island, Nav.

That wasn't in the original
operations plan, sir.

It's the plan now, Nav.

Yes, sir.

I brought you a brew.

Ta.

What time is it?

Oh, 7:20.

Oh, thanks for waking me.

Guess where we're going.

Bright Island?

How close are we, Nav?

At our current speed, two hours, sir.

Morning, X.
Another great navy day.

I guess it is, sir.

Call me when
we're half an hour out.

Sir?

A radar contact with
another fast-moving vessel

heading towards it.

Rendezvous at sea.

Could be a fishing boat
making a rendezvous

with the mother ship.

Let's take a look. Make it so, Nav.

Aye, sir.

Starboard 10. Steer 3-1-0.

Starboard 10, ma'am. Steer 3-1-0.

Doesn't look like
they're doing much fishing.

No, sir.

That Zodiac, Nav.
Any idea where it came from?

It came from the direction
of yet another vessel, sir.

Whatever it is, it isn't moving.

Even more suss. Let's take a look.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands
to boarding stations.

Assume damage control
state three, position Yankee.

Down on one.

Make the call by voice, Nav.

Cast off line.

Civilian cruiser on my port bow,

this is Australian warship.

Stop. Heave to.
I intend to board you.

What the hell are
the Federal Police doing there?

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Sorry, boss, you're breaking up.

X- ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

That cruiser has
Federal Agents Murphy...

Sorry, boss, I'm not getting that.

I'll try again once we've boarded.

Stay put, fellas.

Greg. Alicia.

I take it we interrupted something?

This operation's
been planned for months

and you trampled all over it.

One word - one simple piece
of communication to NAVCOM

and we would have steered...

We couldn't afford any leaks.
You don't trust the navy?

These people are running
conflict diamonds

from West Africa to fund
terror groups in our region.

They don't trust anyone.

The fewer people who knew about
the operation, the better.

I thought we were on the same side.

We are, which is why
I checked with NAVCOM

where you were headed
on this patrol.

Why?

Our targets nominated
a rendezvous point

close to Bright Island,

and knowing your obsession
with the place,

I wanted to make sure
that you weren't nearby.

NAVCOM told me you wouldn't...
Obsession with Bright Island!

That's the second time
I've heard that accusation

in two days.

Well, it seems you changed
your plans. Why?

The silent service, huh?

And you preach to me
about communication.

Come on, Alicia.
Let's get out of here.

X, see our guests back to their vessel.

I heard you're a cowboy, Flynn.
This isn't the end of it.

I'll be lodging an official complaint.
Expect a rocket.

I'm sure the navy
will be overwhelmed

with your version of events, Murphy.

The Feds are a bunch of girls.

They wouldn't get half
their job done without us.

They'd be pleased to hear that.

Hey, what do you reckon?

Definitely looks like
a peanut, Swaino.

Lifetime financial commitment.

Scary.

What is wrong with you blokes?

I'm gonna get my lunch.

So who was the other person

who accused you of being
obsessed with Bright Island?

Your friend and mine,
Lieutenant Darryl Smith.

Wanna make it three in a row?

Thank you, X.
Nice to know where you stand.

You should be thinking
about your career.

If anyone questions
the use of navy time...

And who's going to do that?

Not me.

Something is going on there.

I'm sure the Feds have it in hand.

We have other work
we need to get on with.

Gallagher's a crook.
I can't let him get away with this.

Do you think it's wise taking him on?

No, not wise. Necessary.

Captain, sir. Navigator.

We've just received
a VHF distress call

from a cargo vessel

indicating that
she's taking on water.

Roger, Nav. I'll be right up.

Seems you have your way, X.

Station calling,

this is Australian warship - over.

Australian warship,

this is the 'P acific Investigator',

We're taking in water
and need assistance.

This is Horst Wenders,
the ship's master. Over.

Getting wet for a change, eh, Charge?

Dragging me away from my engines.

Someone's gonna pay for this.

Cast off bow now.

Clip!

Yep.

Gotta say, I never expected the navy.

G'day, sir. Buffer.
Alright.

How are you, mate?
G'day.

Welcome aboard.
Horst Wenders, captain of the ship.

This is my first mate, Jake Andrews.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor

and this is our engineer,
Chief Petty Officer Thorpe.

Maybe someone can take him below
to assess damage.

Jake, you wanna take
the engineer below,

show them the situation,
explain what's going on?

Yep. This way.

Buffer? Spider?
Yes, ma'am?

You go with them.
Alright, ma'am.

Sorry about this.

We had some repairs done in Denpasar,

thought the problem was fixed,
but it seems I was wrong.

What's the problem now?

Shipping water, dodgy pump -
you name it.

There's no way of getting
another ship out here

to transfer the cargo?

It all depends on what
your engineer's got to say.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Charge
has gone below deck to take a look.

There's a problem
with one of the pumps.

She's not looking good. Over.

If they have to abandon ship,
how many crew are we talking about?

Over.

Did you hear that?
Five including me.

This is a nightmare.

It's five including the master. Over.

OK. We can cope with that.
Over and out.

My first command, and this happens.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I can only imagine how...

Can you do anything?

Mate, you've got water
coming in from everything.

Pump's still on, so repairs
are out of the question.

I tell you, Jake,
it's not looking good.

What about your pump?

A spare won't cope
with a job this size.

We're out of here.

I recommend abandoning ship.

I don't see how I can do that.

Sir, in 24 hours,
she'll capsize and sink

and there is nothing
we can do to save her.

But if we abandon and leave her,

then someone can come aboard
and claim salvage rights.

Not from the bottom of the sea,
they won't.

Well, I'm staying
till she goes under, then.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2, over.

X- ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

Charge believes she'll capsize
and sink within 24 hours

and recommends abandoning ship,

but Captain Wenders
wishes to remain on board.

He has concerns about someone
claiming salvage rights. Over.

Put him on, X.

Captain Wenders,

I understand only too well
your concern for your ship.

But we're talking about
preserving life here.

So please leave your ship
with my team. Over.

Dying's not part of the plan.

But if she stays afloat,
and someone claims rights to her

I'll never get another command - over.

Captain Wenders, if my engineer
says your ship is sinking,

then she's sinking.

She's in shallow waters,
and you need to get to port

and organise
a commercial salvage operation.

Then you'll be back in business.

I really don't think
you have a choice. Over.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Oh, yeah. She's going down.

Jake, round up the crew.
Transfer them to the navy ship.

I'll have to get my ship's
papers from the cabin.

You good, mate?
Just right along there, buddy.

Alright, mate.
Just follow him through.

OK, let's load up.

Your captain's taking a while.

Jake, could you give him
a hurry-up, please?

I wouldn't worry, ma'am.

She won't be sinking for hours.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Sorry, I had to, um, download
the hard drive on DVDs.

It's not as easy as just
grabbing a logbook anymore, is it?

No.

After you.

I guess the captain
should be the last

to leave his sinking ship.

You're handling this very well.

The master of the 'Pacific
Investigator' doesn't want

the position of his vessel disclosed.

He's concerned about
potential salvage rights

should it be found by another party.

Makes sense to me, Mike.

See you when you get here.
Thank you, sir.

Thanks, Mike.

I'd want the same thing
done for me.

Now, how much time in hand
have we got

before a first-light arrival at base?

At this speed...

...two hours, sir.

Great. We'll stop for scran
after sunset.

And, X, since we have guests
aboard this evening,

ask Chefo to put on
a steel-beach barbecue.

Yes, sir.

Aren't you on watch?
Just grabbing some food, ma'am.

Oh, well, hurry it up.

So, you've always been
merchant marine?

Yeah, since I was a kid.

Seagoing family - runs in the blood.

My father, my uncles.

You?
Joined at 17.

Came up through the ranks.

Throw together some plates,
will you, Chefo, for the boys?

They're on watch, can't come down.

Ah. Silver service, eh, ma'am?

I got three of my own at home.
Really?

And you balance that -
a life at sea and a family?

You need a very understanding wife.

Yes.
Yeah, you can say that again.

Boy or a girl?

Boy.

Hey, you hear that, everyone?

Jake here reckons
we're having a boy.

A little Swain!

Congratulations.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Look...
Look, their skipper's right.

The vultures get aboard his ship,
they'll take the lot.

Yeah, but even if she sinks,
then they could probably,

you know, dive down
and get the stuff.

I've done a bit of that.

There's a great wreck
out near Albany.

It's got everything -
gun turrets, control panels...

Doubloons, pieces of eight,
mermaids...

Mermaids!

I saw a mermaid once.
In your dreams.

I did!

It was a dugong.

It's a kind of seal sort of thing

but the old-time sailors
used to call them mermaids.

Yeah, well, they must've been
at sea a very long time.

Any port in a storm, Buff.

Yeah, I've heard that about you, ET.

No, no,
they're weird-looking things.

They've got funny-looking faces
but... kind of...

...um, kind of like a...

Fins.
Nuh, hooters. Hooters.

Big hooters.

Hi.

Well, dinner is served.

Oh, wow, you're spoiling us, ma'am.

Thanks.

So, um...

...anything on radar?

No. Looks like we're in
for a very quiet night.

Whoops.

You still up, Swaino?
Yeah.

You alright?
Yeah.

Just starting to get
a bit nervous, I think.

Mmm.

Fatherhood.

I just...

...feel like I'm gonna be
flying blind, you know?

What do I know
about being a dad?

You're not flying blind.
It's you and Sal.

You two could handle anything.

Yeah?

But let's face it, man, I mean...

...I'm not gonna be home
as much as other dads.

Swaino, you're not the first bloke
in the navy to have a kid.

Yeah, fair enough.

Mate, go and give her a call.

Nah, man, it's getting too late.

She needs her rest.
I'll give her a buzz in the morning.

Yeah, well, I need my rest too.

I'm gonna get my head down.

Look, you're gonna be a good dad.

And I'll be an even better godfather.

Yes, Buff.

'Night, mate.

Can't sleep either?

Nah, mate.
Too much going on at home.

I understand. With me, it's my ship.

Married to your ship, eh?

You could say that.

I don't see your watch about.

Oh, no, they're there.

Flying bridge, bridge,
engine room.

They're always there, mate.

The thing is we need to borrow
your inflatable.

Horst, that's not funny, mate.
No, it isn't.

OK, well, let's...

Let's talk then.
Wh-what is it you want?

The inflatable.

We're in the middle of the ocean.
Where you gonna go?

Well, you're gonna find out.
We need insurance, and you're it.

Jake!

G'day, fellas! Kickin' on, are we?

No-one be a hero. Richo, get the boat.

Swain, what's going on there?

We're taking your RHIB.
Your coxswain's coming with us.

So follow us and you'll be
fishing his body out of the water.

You don't wanna do that.
Really?

You don't wanna use that gun!

Arggh!

Harry!

Jake, let's go!

Arggh! Arggh!
Quick, quick, quick, quick!

Boss, just... just tell Sally
I said I love her, OK?

Let's GO! Now!
Alright.

Are you getting the kit?

Go to white light internal.

Right, we'll put him down here.

ET, hand me
the pressure dressing.

Arggh!

Beauty! Here we go.
Hey, hold my hand, Harry.

I'm gonna wrap the leg tight
to stop the blood loss.

Chefo, is he gonna live?

What sort of question is that, boss?

He'll be fine, sir.

Good. I'll be on the bridge.
Keep me posted.

Harry, Harry, hang in there!
You're in good hands.

I'll do my best, boss.
OK, guys.

Can we get him to the wardroom?

Three, two, one.

ARGGH!
We've got you, mate.

Nav, range to the RHIB?

Three miles right ahead, sir.
Tracking 0-2-5, speed 20 knots.

Good.

Keep a close watch on him,
maintain this distance.

Yes, sir.
Can we outrun them, sir?

We're not going to try.

Horst said he'd kill Swain if we follow.
I don't think he was bluffing.

What would you like to do, sir?

We maintain radar contact.

Shadow them at a distance

until we can get some idea
of where they're heading to.

Nav, extinguish navigation lights.

X, darken ship.

RO, contact NAVCOM,

tell them to wake up Commander
Marshall, get him on the line.

He's not gonna like that.
Just do it.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I was, um, on watch

but I never expected
anything like this to happen.

None of us expected
anything like this, Spider.

I'm... um, I'm really sorry, everyone.

There's nothing to be gained
by blaming yourself.

Let's focus on the situation at hand.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

X, Harry's gonna need some morphine.
It's in my safe.

Sir.

Hang in there, Swaino.

We're with you.

There you go, mate.

I'd buy a lottery ticket
if I were you, Harry.

It missed the femoral artery.
Are you sure of that?

Pretty sure. If it hit that,
you'd be running a gusher.

Dead, probably.
Cheer a bloke up, why don't ya?

Thanks, X.

Any allergies?
Nuh.

Ha! You shoot him,
he walks and talks.

Show him a needle, he faints.

We holding them on radar, Nav?

Intermittent contact, but yes,
we're holding them, sir.

What's the nearest land?

Uh...

...that'd be Bright Island,
but they're heading away from it.

Then to where? They can't be
thinking they'll make Timor.

How's Harry?
The morphine helped.

And Swain?

This is seriously weird.

They're heading back to their ship.

Ship? But it's sinking.

That's the bearing.

Keep on their tail.

'Hammersley' Captain.

It's 3:00
in the morning, Mike.

This better be good.

Sir, three crewmen
from the 'Pacific Investigator'

have shot one of our men,
kidnapped the coxswain

and stolen our RHIB.

These three blokes were allowed

to come aboard 'Hammersley' armed?

Well, they seemed grateful
to be rescued, sir.

They presented as
normal merchant marine types.

We checked the armoury -
wasn't our guns.

This doesn't sound great, Mike.

No, sir. Our wounded man's
out of danger.

The remaining crewmen
from the 'Pacific Investigator'

are under confinement.

We are darkened
and maintaining radar contact

shadowing the RHIB.

OK, Mike, listen.

Just find out what these blokes
are up to, right?

I'll call Canberra and...

...and, no doubt, they'll have
to call the minister, wake him.

Just keep the SITREPs coming, alright?

Yes, sir.

I'll check on Harry.
Sir.

I should've searched them
before coming aboard, shouldn't I?

In hindsight, yes.

But I wouldn't have.

Thank you.

He's a lucky boy, sir.

Yeah.

Until Swain's back with us,

I want you to take over
his policing duties.

Aye, sir.

Particularly with regard
to the two remaining crew members

of the 'Pacific Investigator'

They're not saying much
at the moment, sir?

Find out their destination.

We can at least pass
that information on

to the Federal Police.

That'd be my pleasure, sir.

Buffer!

When you question these men,
remember the rules.

No black eyes.

No-one falls down a ladder.

Aye, sir.

Go on.

So, you gonna tell me
what we're doing here?

Collecting some valuable cargo.

Really? We could've loaded that
on the 'Hammersley'

I don't think so.

But since you're here,
you can help us load.

And what could be so valuable
and yet still fit on that RHIB?

Take him below, Jake.

Look, Jake, you're a father.

You know what it means to me
to get home alive.

Keep moving.

You got three kids yourself!

Shut up!

They're saying they weren't
involved at all, sir.

Well, that's what you WOULD say.

No, trust me,
they're telling the truth.

Sir...

...they said that Horst
is extremely dangerous.

Roger.

The RHIB's closed with
the 'Pacific Investigator'

Both contacts stationary.

So whatever this is about,
it's still on that ship.

Should we move in?
Not yet.

We can't risk spooking them

while they've still got Swain
as hostage.

Hopefully they'll get
what they want and move on.

Until then, we stay below
the horizon and wait it out.

Aye, sir.

You shouldn't be
so clumsy.

'Cause now you know too much.

Load 'em.

I'll be in the radio room setting up
a rendezvous with our clients.

Take him below and tie him up.

That's all of it?

Are you actually going to
leave me down here?

Tradition says someone
has to go down with the ship

and I'm no longer available.

Mate, what are you doing?

This boat is going down fast.
I'll drown here.

You heard the boss.

Mate, my baby...

You saw the ultrasound.

Do you really want
my kid to be an orphan,

grow up without a father?

Do you really want that
on your conscience?

What do you expect me to do?

Well, at least tie the knot loosely

so I can get out of here
once you guys are gone.

Mate, it's no skin off your nose.
Horst will never know.

Come on, let's go!

Jake. Jake!

Jake!

The contacts
have separated again.

The RHIB's moving due west.

So they've got whatever it is
they wanted from the ship

and moved on.

With Swain or without him?

If I was Horst, I'd got
something from the ship,

I'd want the RHIB as light as possible.

So Swain...

He served his purpose as a hostage

and now he's excess cargo.

We have to take a look at that ship.

Nav, point to the 'Pacific
Investigator' increase 24.

Aye, sir.

Come on. Come on. Come on!

OK.

Come on. Come on.

Come off!

Come on!

Come on!

No sign of life.
Boarding stations, Nav.

Clear E-springs.

Hands to boarding stations...

Check primaries and secondary.

...damage control state three,
condition Yankee.

Carry on to sea boat.
Aye, sir.

Carry on to sea boat.

Come on! Come on!

Come on. Come on in.

Oh, the water's lovely.

Don't be scared.

It's fine.

Come on.

Swain!

Ma'am, that door was open before.

He's got to be in there.

Swain?

Swain!

You're not flying blind.

It's you and Sal.

You two can handle anything.

Just take a breath,
put your head back.

I've got ya.

Got him!

Swain.

Stay there, get your breath.
Are you alright?

You're right,
you're right.

I tripped over
and, um, spilled one of the boxes.

And?

Full of plastic bags
with little stones.

Little glassy stones.

Conflict diamonds.
They're the ones the Feds were chasing.

That's the sting we interrupted.

The two on that Zodiac

had to have been Horst
and one of his mates.

And now they're going to get away.

Maybe not.

I did happen to release
the air valve on the RHIB.

Their port side would be
pretty flat by now.

Well done there, man.

Anything, Buff?

Nothing yet, sir.

X?
No, sir.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Technically speaking,
you should be in your rack.

Yes, sir.
So, why aren't you?

End of the chase, sir.

Sir, Horst's two offsiders.

He's ditched them -
excess cargo.

Stand by to recover them, X.
Aye, sir.

And secure them soundly.
Aye, sir.

And there's the RHIB,
sir, dead ahead.

He's still armed, sir.

I need to see the weapon, sir.

Now!

Slowly.

Place the weapon on the deck, sir.

Clear.

Move for'd, sir.

Thanks, mate.

Although
there appears to be

a satisfactory outcome to this incident,

there is still the matter of the navy

disrupting a Federal Police operation.

Now, when you left port,
you changed course to Bright Island.

Why?
Gut instinct, sir.

And your gut instinct

led you to intercept
and board a civilian vessel.

It made rendezvous with
a civilian Zodiac on the high seas

in what I took to be
a suspicious manner.

And your gut instinct
told you this as well?

Yes, sir.

Sir, um...

...I informed
Lieutenant Commander Flynn

there might be some activity
on or near Bright Island.

Why?

Just some scuttlebutt I picked up.

I'm...

...I was the source of
Lieutenant Smith's information.

I asked her, sir.

No, Darryl, I volunteered it.

Alicia?
Sorry.

Look, whatever the source
of the information, sir,

it was my decision to
change course for Bright Island,

my decision to intercept, end of story.

I agree.

But if we continue to be kept in the dark,
we'll continue to have these bungles.

Well, now that there's nothing
left in the dark, Commander...

...this operation is closed.

Mike?

I understand that the diamond
smuggling operation is complete.

The diamond smuggling
operation may be over,

but I know that whatever's
going on on Bright Island isn't.

Darryl Smith admitted it himself,

said the navy was being "locked out".

"Locked out"?
Yeah. His words.

Twice now 'Hammersley's
been put in the position

of not being able to save a life

that's connected with whatever it is
that's going on there.

It's not gonna happen for a third time.

I can promise you.
How do you ensure that?

Because we're going to
go back to Bright Island

and search the place ourselves.

Nav?

Yes, sir?

Pipe specials.
We'll sail in 20 minutes.

Aye, sir.

I need to see
where Spider saw the fishermen,

Sam Murray and Carl Davies.

Spider and I were up on the ridge
on the radio, sir,

while Swain and Chefo
were treating Dr Holmes.

Right, you need to make
a 1 cm horizontal incision

about 1 cm deep.

Charlie 2, this is Bravo 2. Over.

So CommCen
was getting instructions

from Dr Poulos on the mainland, sir,

and I was relaying them down
to our boys at the campsite.

And you, Spider?

I was throwing up, sir.
First days at sea.

Buffer told me
to take it somewhere else.

Sir, it's gone.

There was, uh, a shed
and some freezers.

What did they think
they were getting rid of?

Evidence...

...of whatever it is going on here.

Missed them. Back to the ship.

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