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I'll tell you what you want to know.

Everything will change.

You ready for that?

Try me.

Maybe it's changed already.

Why the hell would anyone bug my phone?

You work for me. I have enemies.

I know things.

I have secrets.

Once you know those secrets, you won't be able to confide them in anybody.

Not the other pilots, not your friends, not Grace Mitchell. Yeah, I know. She's

been part of your attempt to find out about me. No more, Chris.

I can trust Grace. I can't afford that. It's too risky. It's too dangerous.

What kind of life is this? Why do you do it?

To make a difference.

To do something for the future of my country.

That's something I believe in.

That's my reward.

I've got other people to consider.

My family, friends, my pilots. The less they know, the less likely they are to

become casualties.

They already are.

They've been shot at, they've been chased, sent bombs.

You won't be putting them into any greater danger than they are already,

yourself. And you can guarantee that.

Much as I can guarantee anything.

If you're not up to it, I understand.

Most people aren't.

I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you were capable.

What are you going to say next?

My country needs me?

Is patriotism important to you?

As long as it affects me and nobody else.

Your silence is their protection.

Okay, I'm in.

Do I have to sign the Official Secrets Act?

No, this will do.

And blood?

Well, lucky for you, I've got a pen.

You're right.

I put your code name, an alias, so it wouldn't appear on any government

I do work for the Commonwealth, a top -level organisation dedicated to the

national interest.

I work behind the scenes, in the shadows, if you like, because it's

You work for me.

You've become part of the shadows too.

You knew?

That young Scotty?

Yeah, ages ago.

I think it's great you're moving in together.

I'm dreading telling Dad.

So, I'll let it right out.

I'm sorry, babe. I'm going to have to let you go.

I am a lone wolf, honey.

And live so low.

I've got too much love for just one woman.

No regret?

Not at all.

I don't know why you're worried. You and Rosie will be fine.

I can't help it.

You're telling her dad tomorrow?

Yeah, so?

It's the 20th century. What do you think he's going to do? Get his servants to

give you a damn fine thrashing?

So, how long have you been a big guy?

A couple of years now?

Any idea where you might go from here?

I don't know. I might try out for one of the major airlines, Qantas, or learn to

fly the big jets.

I would have thought you'd have done that by now.

Surely there's not much you can learn in a small charter company.

Yeah, I guess.

Look, I don't mean to be nosy.

I'm just interested in what type of person you are.

What you want from life.

I don't know, just the usual stuff, I suppose.

Happiness, satisfying career.

And that's what I want for Rosie.

Yeah, me too.

I'm sure you do.

But the thing is, Jocelyn and I brought Rosie up with the expectation that she

could be anything she wanted.

And... I don't want her held back by someone with lower expectations than

If you see what I mean.

What? I've got plans.

Cancel them.

Just a few hours each way. You'll have to falsify their logbooks.

No one's to know.

Grace Mitchell.

Hi, it's me.

I've got a cancelled dinner tonight.

Oh.

Oh, all right.

One of the kids is running a fever. I said to Robbie I'd lend a hand. I'm

downstairs.

Yeah. Yeah. Oh, no, of course you should. Well, maybe you could come over

afterwards.

Well, yeah, that'd be great.

Can I give you a call?

OK. All right.

Hope everything's all right. Yeah, thanks. Bye. Bye.

He did what?

Right, that's it. I'm going over there after work. He just wants the best for

you. That's all.

He wasn't too subtle about it. Maybe he's got a point.

What? That you're not like him? That you have different values?

I already know that and I love you.

I love you too.

He's right.

Look at how much potential you've got. I'm not living up to my...

Yeah, but everyone moves at their own pace.

That's what my dad doesn't understand. He thinks the whole world should move

according to his schedule. They're a hell of a lot better than my father,

too damn lazy to make anything before himself.

He just cons other people. He never made me make anything in my life either.

Maybe it's time I did move.

I don't want to end up like my old man. You won't.

Look, you don't have to prove yourself to me, and especially not to my dad.

I wanted that to myself.

Pendley Air Force Base.

I'm meeting a contact, Major General Ellison.

What for?

I don't know.

He arranged the meeting.

Makes a change.

He's even sending a car to meet us.

Bert,

you may proceed.

Straight through to the right.

Light wood.

Good to see you again, sir.

Who's this?

Chris Manning. He works for me.

This is classified.

Okay.

He's one of us.

Sixty crates of M16 automatic rifles were loaded to Kirkland Air Force Base

Darwin eight hours ago.

Now, according to the new gun laws, we're supposed to scrap any new weapons

no longer need.

They were destined for a smelting plant near Hamilton Air Force Base, where 40

crates arrived this afternoon.

Where did the other 20 crates go? That's what we'd like to know.

Well, didn't the pilots check the manifest?

Of course.

And they said there should be 40 crates.

Someone's changed it.

It was unaltered.

What about the pilots?

We're questioning them, but so far there's no proof that they were

Laurie, are you sure the number of crates that went missing?

Absolutely. Someone out there has got their hands on 80 automatic weapons.

That's why I called you.

Why does the Army want us to find these guns?

I would have thought they'd be better set up to handle this sort of thing.

There's a fundamental flaw of internal inquiries, Chris.

People investigating their peers are loath to find them in the wrong.

Where do you think the guns might be hidden?

Any number of civil wars overseas or here.

There are plenty of local crazies who feel castrated by the new gun lord.

Well, if we do find them, I hope there's not some not appointing one of me.

The kids are okay.

Yeah, they're right as rain. It was just a false alarm.

This looks great.

Oh, thank you.

No trouble, really.

I took a course in defrosting.

No luck finding out about this top -level secret task force our friend

supposedly belongs to, I'm afraid.

I've asked all sorts of people and no one's ever heard of it.

Yeah, well, maybe your friend in Canberra got it wrong.

Rex?

No, I don't think so. I trust Rex.

If he's heard a rumour, there'll be some basis to it.

You haven't told Lightfoot about our investigations into him, have you?

No. Why would you think that?

Because ever since we got back from Canberra, I've had officials crawling

over my department.

Auditors, internal affairs, anyone with a reason to poke their nose in.

I just presumed it was Lightfoot's way of paying us back for asking questions

about him.

You know, I think we've got much more interesting things to talk about than

life.

I thought you were worried.

You're not going to keep working for him, are you? You know you can't trust

Chris. Can you just relax and enjoy it?

You know, I'm not as hungry as I thought I was.

Today's rounds.

Chris left them for you.

Why come he's not here?

He and Mrs Spooky left first thing this morning with Blake.

Where's who?

Might not tell me anything anymore.

Well, Roger Ramjet's gone on a mission.

When did he get so popular?

The guns were unloaded at Hamilton Air Force Base, you said. They were there

a while, didn't they?

Yes, sir.

I thought we might be able to use some insider information.

Of course.

Is there a problem?

No, sir.

Are you sure?

You need my assistance? I'm more than glad to give it.

I understand you can't talk to the others about anything we did today.

Understood.

The flight logs will be a good place.

The Air Force requires you to keep very accurate logs of your flights. You might

find some useful information there.

I should be able to identify normal Air Force procedures from unauthorised

actions.

Excellent.

Curley? Burbank?

In my office.

Lieutenant Briggs, I'm going to sign this issue today.

Lightfoot Manning Wallace.

Wallace. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon.

I've laid out the flight logs and the other information you requested. What

about the pilots of the transports? They're waiting at my office.

Good.

We'll prepare notes later.

What did Billy do in the flying?

You know them?

Yeah, I know.

What did you say?

I thought it was a normal flying.

Burbank? Sir.

Pilot Officer Burbank.

Spud.

I understand you were on a Hercules flight transporting crates of rifles

Kirkland Airport Base near Darwin to here.

I want you...

to give me a precise account of the entire operation, from the collection of

rifles to their delivery.

There's not much to tell.

It was just a normal flight, nothing out of the ordinary.

We took off from Kirkland Base at 0900 on Wednesday the 14th as scheduled.

We should have had enough to get back without stopping them. Yeah, that's what

thought. Could be a good reason, though, if they hit a headwind, say.

We'll have to compare the fuel consumption figures with the weather.

Well, they should have the hourly updates on file. I'll go ask Captain

Well, well, Blake Wallace, what are you doing here?

Well, let me guess.

Making trouble?

Got to fly someone up here, that's all.

Yeah?

Who?

Not a liberty to say.

That'd be right.

You always go by the rules, don't you, Wallace?

I thought I got rid of you a long time ago.

I thought I sent you screaming with your tail between your legs like the mongrel

coward you are.

You just stay out of my life, Wallace, or you know what'll happen.

Better get those weather up then.

What is it with you and Spud, anyway?

I found out he was using his rank to bully some trainees.

Working them double duty, taking their possessions.

Tried talking to him, but in the end, I thought I obliged to report it.

He blames me for his lack of promotion and the black mark against his name.

He made sure life was hell for me.

In the end, I had no choice. I had to quit.

I doubt his miles have changed either.

I bet he's dealing with a commander's wife.

Let me know the minute you find anything in those flight details that might be

important. Yes, sir.

Oh, the mystery man.

Phantom, the ghost who flies.

Sorry?

Why are you and Lightfoot and Chris out all day? What gives?

Sorry, Jim, I can't say.

Come on, Chris, it's me you're talking to.

I'm sorry, it's classified.

I thought we were sharing all this stuff with Lightfoot. You know, I mean, we

don't have a problem anymore. We sorted it out. He likes me.

That's not the problem.

What is it? Don't you trust me?

Of course I trust you.

It's just that from now on, I can't tell you everything about what goes on.

That's just the way it's going to be.

You don't have to check up on me. I don't renege on deals.

Remember the less they know, the safer they'll be.

Sir. I'll try to keep that in mind.

What gives?

Sorry, I can't say.

Oh, come on, not you too.

You know, you're not the boss you want to have asked, remember?

I'm under orders, Jimbo.

So, it's us and them, is it?

I see.

Go back to sleep.

Jimbo, if this is another one of those stupid dreams of yours... No, sir, it's

me, Blake.

I think I've found something in those fuel consumption figures.

Yeah?

Well, given the prevailing winds as well as the atmospheric conditions and the

amount of fuel that they took on with the other stops...

You are going to get to the point sometime before dawn.

Sorry, sir. The point is, as far as I can tell, that Red Hill refuelling stop

was completely unnecessary.

There's no reason to go there at all.

What? No mechanical failures? No emergency repairs?

No record of any valid reason to land, sir.

Okay. We'll check out Red Hill tomorrow.

So I started thinking, why'd they go there when they didn't need to refuel?

Well, Bud's always had an eye for women.

I mean, not just the commanders, what?

He's like a pilot, you know, a girl at every port.

They reckon he stopped for a quickie. A quickie? I'd say it's a good bet.

And mate, while he was away, that's when they unloaded the rifles.

So the aircraft refuelled here.

Do you know how much fuel they took on?

No, no.

Do you have records we could check, Gavin?

Yeah, yeah, we've got to keep records.

Well, do you reckon we could see the log for that day?

Yeah, I was talking to Nev about that.

Who's Nev?

Nev Branson.

He's working that day.

He had his logbook with him, probably.

Where does Nev live?

At home with his wife.

Thanks, Gavin.

No, Nev.

Just take it easy, mate. More bloody goons coming to get me, is there?

Give them the same as I give you.

Who's in charge here?

What's going on?

One of the locals, Nev Branson, got his wife posted in there.

Apparently some Air Force pilot's been screwing her. Survey.

He's not here in the next five minutes. He's going to get it, I swear. And what

if he's got an M15?

Shut up! Come on, Nev. We don't want you doing anything stupid.

You've got it coming.

Don't kill him. Whatever you do, I must talk to him.

You're not going to bring him, are you?

He's coming, Nev. Don't screw with me. Go on.

No one screws with Nev Branson.

He's coming, Nev.

Just be patient.

Hear me?

I'm sick of that!

Sorry, Sarge. It is in the interest of national security

that I interrogate that man as soon as possible. Now, I want you to help me to

do that. Is that clear?

Don't screw with me!

The suspect is not to be eliminated. I repeat, the suspect is not to be

eliminated. Just disable him.

Why?

Tango Whiskey Sierra, this is Big Sky Base.

Big Sky, this is Tango Whiskey, ETA and a mascot, 15 minutes. That's a full 43

minutes faster than normal for the Melbourne run.

and make sure Chris knows that, would you?

How'd you manage that?

Oh, I just left out one of those pesky refuelling stuff. What?

Chris was leaving me out of the heavy stuff at his peril.

I think this will show him who's still top gun around here.

The numero uno.

Oh, the king is not dead.

Well, thank you very much.

Jimbo, the tower has just notified us and that's why I'm calling you.

A jet has stalled on the runway.

They're stacking planes. You're going to have to wait 20 minutes before you

land. Have you got enough fuel?

Um, yeah, no problem, Big Sky.

Tell me what happened.

I promise you he'll suffer for it.

What happened to the guns, then?

I loaded them into another plane this morning.

Which plane?

I don't know.

Some charter plane.

Which company?

Skylane, I think.

But when I found out what he was doing, I kept one of the guns to deal with him.

Bastard.

Did Spud say where the guns were meant to be going?

No, I don't know.

I'm going to have to go back to the Air Force base.

I'll need to use your radio.

I've finished with him.

You get that bastard.

Remember, you promised.

Don't worry.

I'll get him.

You and your stupid ego.

Maybe call the tower and get an emergency clearance.

I don't need to. Yes, you do. You must be under fumes by now. Look, I can

last another... I need a little light.

TOWER, this is Tango Whiskey Sierra requesting emergency landing clearance.

Tango Whiskey Sierra, you are cleared to land off runway 16.

Tango Whiskey Sierra, this is Big Sky Base. Jimbo, are you okay?

Tango Whiskey Sierra, this is Big Sky Base. Jimbo, are you alright?

Tango Whiskey, yeah, it's okay.

Thank God.

You idiot.

I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't got a deal with anyone.

I've just seen a woman shot and killed by one of those guns you were smuggling.

Right now, son, you are in serious trouble.

But tell me where the rest of the guns are.

Or I will make sure you are charged for every death or injury caused by those

weapons.

It's not my gig.

I'm not the one running the whole thing.

Tell me who is.

Rick!

Let's go, stop.

Next.

The guns are waiting at the walls.

The container should contain us tonight.

Yeah, Golan, Lightfoot, I'll need ten feds down with the new dogs.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I can't change anything, Alan. I'd still like to be in the Air Force.

Oh, thanks.

Take your victories where you can.

Jimbo, I have had a gutful of this. How difficult is it to fly an aircraft?

Yeah, don't think I can't see it.

You get rid of me while you're grooming Jet Boy for the job.

Yeah, but when it comes to landing a plane with no engine, who's it going to

So you think you have to prove it?

Secret missions, covert operations.

Don't think I can't see it, Chris. I'm not waiting for a bullet to the back of

the head. If you want to let me go, just tell me to my face.

Jimbo, I've explained to you, there are certain aspects of this contract with

Lightfoot that I cannot divulge to you right now. Why?

What's so different? What's changed?

I don't like it, Chris.

I don't like what's happening to this place.

Well, it's a decision I've made and we're all going to have to live with it.

What?

Can't believe it.

Yeah, look, if you think you're getting the boot, you're not, alright?

Well, um... It's kind of what I want to talk to you about.

Ten crates of M16s were found aboard the Magellan 8 a short while ago, bound for

PNG. I thought you said 20 crates were missing.

There were.

Unfortunately, I've been unable to locate the rest, but I'm satisfied that

at the docks have no idea what's going on. And what about the Air Force

officers? Well, they've no reason to conceal information from me. I think we

should go back to the original owners of the goods.

You mean the Army?

This has meant some day.

So what do you reckon?

Ten weeks.

It's just so I can do the bridging course in maths and physics so I can get

the Bachelor of Aviation Studies next year.

So you want ten weeks to study so you can qualify for a three -year full -time

course at uni and you want me to hold a job for you that you mightn't even come

back to.

It's a big ask, Scotty.

Now, obviously, I don't want to lose you, but I also understand that you want

make a go of it at uni.

The trouble is, I don't see how you can do both.

Chris, Mr Spooky just called.

He wants you to fly him somewhere, but he...

Pilots trying to walk out left, right and centre, and I'm trying to remember

keeping them in the dark is such a good idea.

We found some of the guns aboard the Magellan A's down for Papua New Guinea.

Some guns?

What about the rest?

No idea.

I've got to talk to Alison again.

So it's back to Pendleton.

They have arrived, sir.

We found ten crates in a container ship at the Sydney Dome.

That is good news.

There still is ten crates missing.

Perhaps the Magellanator wasn't the only ship transporting the weapons.

Every ship was searched, I can assure you.

Well, thanks for all your hard work. I'll continue the investigations from

Are you sure that those Air Force blokes told you everything?

Absolutely.

Briggs can't have planned this by himself. I think there's someone higher

pulling the strings.

They could be in the Air Force, too.

I think you've got a rat in your ranks, Laurie.

Better watch your back.

Yes, yes, thanks for the warning.

I am going to continue my investigation and see what I can find out.

You leave the matter to me. You've done enough already, sir.

Well, you know me. I don't like to leave a job unfinished.

Yes, well, this time I'm afraid you'll have to.

I thought there was little hope of finding any other weapons, to be honest.

Please don't underestimate my abilities, sir.

I certainly won't do that again.

You can count on it.

Somebody who's still got 40 weapons unaccounted for, he doesn't seem too

for you to continue with this.

He knew the name of the ship the weapons were on.

Thanks, fellas.

Somebody told him?

I'm the only source of information back to Ellison. I never mentioned the

Magellan, eh?

He might be involved, but he can't be.

He was one of the last you to investigate in the first place.

Are you sure?

I mean, as long as you're doing this for yourself and not for me or my dad...

No. It's time to move on.

I can feel it.

But?

This is this place.

It's been the most important thing in my life for years.

It's not too late to change your mind.

I don't need to.

Better go make the big announcement then.

There's one thing I want to do first.

Is the whole flight going to be this rough?

Could be.

Hard to predict periods, evidently.

You're not the only one suffering.

Lane's falling a bit.

I hope that thing's not supposed to be attached to anything important.

The altimeter.

We've reached a certain height.

How do we land?

We've got three choices.

We risk a landing, we fly around until we run out of fuel, or we ditch the

and jump.

Connor, there's a timer as well as an altitude trigger.

No, jumping's the only way. You've got parachutes.

Do you know how much it costs to replace one of these?

Not yet.

You'll be compensated.

I thought you wanted to fly the big plane.

Well, you said yourself it could take years.

Maybe not even happen at all.

It could take years to do this.

Yeah, but by the end of it, I have something definite to show for it.

And how are you going to live up until then?

You're giving up your only source of income.

I can do other jobs.

Part -time, I've done it before. Digging ditches, pulling beer.

Look, I can see you're serious about this.

And I admire your initiative.

But Bachelor of Aviation Studies, it's a tough subject. Look, I'm no idiot.

I did bloody well in my HSC. The only reason I didn't pass math is because my

mum died two days before the exam.

Look, I'm not doing this to impress you, OK?

And I don't need your permission to be with Rosie. I just don't want you

spending all your time looking down your nose at me and making her unhappy.

I love her. I'm just trying to make something of myself.

You've still got a problem with me. I'm sorry, mate.

Copy that, November Kilo Foxtrot. What's your location?

We're about 50 kilometres south of Pinderley Air Force Base.

Set your autopilot due east. Head the aircraft out to sea away from any

population centres.

We'll notify all the planes and rescue services in the area.

Head it due east.

Good luck.

November Kilo Foxtrot.

OK. Yeah,

Chris, it's all right. I've done this before.

Once or twice.

About 20 years ago.

All right.

Ready to go? Yeah.

Your drinks are on me.

Oh, we have to go to Scotty. Why? What's going on? I'm leaving.

What, do you have champagne every time you leave the pub? Why are you leaving?

What are you talking about leaving?

I'm leaving, leaving.

I decided I want to go to uni.

I thought it was a good time to make some changes and move on, do some other

things with my life, and I thought that since Rosie and I were moving in

together... Oh, you're moving in together. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Scott, um, Scott, I guess it's really sad.

You're gonna miss it.

And it's Scotty.

Scotty!

Where's, um... Where's Chris?

You okay?

I think I'm bugging my leg.

Where are we?

I don't know.

This looks the best way out.

Must have been those guys hanging around the plane at Penderley.

Otherwise I would have found the bomb earlier.

Allison. Laurie Allison planted it. He knew we'd be flying over remote country.

Meteor explosion, wreckage everywhere. Very difficult to prove.

Foul play.

When the theft of the guns were discovered, he just felt he had to act

appropriately, hoping like hell that none of the guns would be found, then we

would have found the guns.

What happens when he finds out we aren't dead?

I'll deal with the bastard.

Still doesn't explain what he wanted the guns for.

Yeah, well, we'll probably never know that.

This is what it's like living in the shadows.

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

Good luck for that.

You're going to have to wait.

The whole department's under inspection.

Don't call me.

I'll call you.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up.

It was just one of my staff.

Night shift.

I just wanted to make sure everything was okay at work.

Why?

I'm jealous.