All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S05E06

(BLEEPING)

I've got a radar contact.

Good. Range?

Uh... approximately 15 nautical miles
to our north.

Anything on AIS, Charge?
No, negative, sir.

It's not transmitting
an identification signal.

Possible FFV, then.

These are well-known
fishing grounds, right?

Dutchy, see if you can
pick her up on EOD.
On it, boss.

I've got it.

She's a fishing vessel travelling
south-east about nine knots.

X, prepare a boarding party.
Sir.

Hands to boarding stations,
hands to boarding stations.
Good work, Ryan.

This is the Australian Navy.
Either stop or heave to.

We intend to board you. Over.

She's cut her engines
and is complying, ma'am.

Sir, we're the Australian Navy.
Move to the back, please.

Down here.
XO: Who is the master of the vessel?

Move through. Take a seat.
Who is the master of the vessel?

I am. What's the problem?
Sir, you are not transmitting
an identification signal.

What is the nature of your business?
Recreational. We're fishing.

Sir. Come up, please, sir.

The transponder has probably
malfunctioned.

Alright, check it out, 2 Dads.

I'll need to see some paperwork,
please, sir.

Sure. No problems.

Just... Hey!

What are you...?

Dutchy, go with the master.
Roger.

Ma'am, the transponder
was switched off.

I reckon they're suss.
Yeah, yeah, just cool it. Cool it.

Jim Roth?

Yeah, he must be on
some sort of a mission

as per our briefing with ASIO
a few weeks back.

Do you think his cover was blown?

Captain Roth's cover
was maintained, sir.

He would have told us
if he thought it was blown.

Well, maybe. I can't be certain.

OK. RO, get onto
Madelaine Cruise at ASIO.

Get on the satphone.
Use a secure line.

Put it through to my cabin.
Yes, sir.

Dutchy, I don't like this
any more than you do.

But if Captain Roth's cover's
at risk,

we can't just leave him there
twisting in the breeze.

Madelaine confirmed
Jim Roth is on a mission.

Right. Did she say what?

No, but I reckon it involves

infiltration of a potential
terrorist cell.

Well, can we do anything?

She requests that we shadow
the vessel as backup

in case he needs
our urgent assistance.

He'll be alright.

X... I'm so sorry. It was
a split second, and I didn't...

You thought that he was
out there fishing. Yeah.

In trouble with the X?

Yeah.

I stuffed up, Bird.

It's all my fault.

I'm sure that's not the case.

And even if it is,
I'm sure you'll sort it out.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks, chicken legs.
Your confidence is reassuring.

They're only doing about
six knots now, Swaino.

Slow ahead, both engines.
Slow ahead, both engines.

Just keep us under the horizon
so they don't spot us.

RO: Sun'll be up in a few minutes.

Yeah, we're just
making headway, mate.

Scanning frequencies, but haven't
picked up a signal from them.

What do we think they're doing
out there, anyway?

I don't know. Making a rendezvous?
Who knows?

Got movement on the deck.

I see two men.
Come check this out, RO.

They're fighting.
I bet one of them's Captain Roth.

Just keep your eyes
glued to the screen.

Sir? (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Yeah.

Sir?
Yeah.

I'm sorry to wake you, but I think
Captain Roth may be in trouble.

Wake the X. Meet me on the bridge.

Right away, sir.

I lost sight of them,
but this is what I recorded.

Where's the X?
X: I'm here.

We have to board that vessel.

No, I should consult
Madelaine Cruise.

No, but there is no time for that.

Yes, it's going to blow
the operation,

but we can't risk Jim's life.

OK. Pipe 'boarding stations'.
Hands to boarding stations, hands...

Swain, full ahead, both engines.
Let's close the gap.

(ISSUES ORDERS)

X, it's already daylight. You'll be
visible to anyone on watch.

I want Kevlar vests, extra plates.
Yes, sir.

Once aboard, watch your backs.
Sir.

(WHISPERS) Ma'am?

(XO GASPS)

OK, X. Vessel is secure.

All three hostiles are subdued.

Swain, on the deck - at the rush.
RO, get down here.

Jim!

Jim...

Swain!

He's breathing.
He's lost a lot of blood.

We need to transfer him
back to 'Hammersley' ASAP.

Get that RHIB in here - now!

Dutchy, below decks with me.

Clear left.

X!

Check this out.

It's a Stinger missile.

Serious stuff.

The wound's quite deep, sir,

and I don't know how much blood
he's lost.

Alright. Do what you can for him.

Let me know when he wakes up.
OK.

Bird, can you grab me another one
of these dressing kits, please?

Swain? Is he going to be OK?

I won't know until he comes round,
ma'am. Sorry.

X?

Let's let them do their job.

I'm going to brief NAVCOM.

Could you set a course for home?
Aye, sir.

Ma'am?

I think it was a good outcome.

I'd say we stopped them smuggling
those weapons into the country.

Dutchy, you don't know that,
and the only person that can tell us

is lying in there
with his head bashed in.

Uh, ma'am?
Yeah?

Captain Roth has regained
consciousness.

Thank God.

Dutchy, get the CO.
Roger that.

(COUGHS, RETCHES)

Jim? How are you feeling?

Oh, I've got a jackhammer
in my head.

Jim...
I'll get Jim some water.

Good to see you're still with us.
I'm so sorry...

You could have killed me!
SWAIN: Take it easy. Take it easy.

(JIM GROANS)

Meers was onto me.
CO: Meers? Who's Meers?

Have you got them in custody?

The three men from the fishing vessel
are down in Austere.

Three? No. There were four,
including Meers.

We had a fight.

And I knocked him overboard.

When you boarded the first time,
Meers was down below...

..with a machine gun,

waiting to take you all out.

What were you doing there?
Posing as an arms dealer.

I had samples.
Meers was the go-between.

He was setting up a deal
with the terrorists.

It's OK. We got all the weapons.
No, it's not OK!

'Cause I don't know
what he's told them.

A lot of people could die
because you stuffed up my operation.

Jim...
If they don't buy from me,
they'll buy from someone else.

(GROANS)

So, this Meers - he's still
in the water somewhere?

We've got to locate him, Mike.

See if my cover's still intact.

Alright, mate. You've got a serious
concussion. You need to rest, OK?

X, identify a search area on NDS.

Right away, sir.

We witnessed the fight
at about 0500.

He would have been in the water
approximately three hours.
OK, copy.

Sir, NAVCOM sent through that photo
of Meers that you requested.

Charge and Dutchy,
stand by to deploy both RHIBs

as soon as we reach
the search coordinates.

CHARGE: On it, sir.
This is who we're after.

He could still be alive.

2 DADS: Mate, you're just lucky

Captain Roth's not firing
on all cylinders, eh?

DUTCHY: Oh?

And how do you figure that, 2 Dads?

Well, if he was, he would have kicked
your arse for blowing his cover.

What would you know about it?

Are you kidding me?

The whole ship's
talking about it, Dutchy.

Yeah, well, you wanna stop listening
to Scuttlebutt and Noodles

and get on with your job.

Something in the water!

Yeah. Body in the water!

Boss, we've got a body in the water.

CO: (ON RADIO) Roger that, Dutchy.

Ready? Let's bring him in.
Let's bring him in.

Sir, it's not Meers.

It's an Asian man
with his throat cut.

(SIGHS) Looks like a fisherman
from an FFV.

Maybe he picked up Meers
and got killed for his trouble.

2 DADS: There's gratitude for you.

With your permission, Mike, I need
to contact Madelaine about this.

OK.

Scary dude.

Oh, sir, I've got a radar contact
right on the edge of our screen.

It might be the FFV.

If it is, it's had several hours
head start on us.

Time to intercept?
They're doing 8 to 10 knots.

So I'd estimate
just under three hours.

Which means we might not
be able to catch it

before it enters
foreign territorial waters.

But we could still record it on EOD.

Meers will be heading
into a foreign port.

Surely we can catch him before then.

We can get you close enough to it,
but we can't board it.

Not without appropriate
diplomatic clearance.

If you don't get me into that port,
lives will be lost.

We're not part of your covert ops.
I'll see what we can do.

I've managed to wangle dip clear
for you, Mike,

but just to visit the port
and nothing else.

Are we clear on that?
Perfectly, Maxine.

I'm not loving
this situation either,

but, given the circumstances,
if we can drop Captain Roth ashore,

it may keep Madelaine Cruise
off our backs.

I wouldn't count on it.

How so?

Mike, your orders are
to sit tight there

and await the arrival of Ms Cruise.

And you're cool with that?

It comes as a direct request
from Fleet Command.

She claims your bosun's indiscretion

cost their operation
valuable advantage.

So I keep being reminded.

OK, Maxine.

I'll do as directed.

Thanks.

Mike, when you get back,
we need to talk.

We're talking now.

About personal matters.

Hang on.

You mean about whether we do
a paternity test for Ryan?

Well, it's something
we need to consider,

but can we do that face to face?

Taking a breather?

Yeah. Head's spinning a bit.

There's a lot to learn.

But you seem to be taking it
in your stride.

Thanks.

Did you ever think you'd
find yourself here,

training as an officer?

You know, when you were a kid.

The navy was always Mum's thing.
You know?

I never wanted a part of it.

But now?

Must be in the genes after all.

(XO ISSUES INSTRUCTIONS)

I'm going to wander around, have
a look for that FFV, find Meers.

No, not on your own. Jim!

You're not well enough.

Come with me.

You do know that it is highly illegal
to board an FFV in a foreign port?

As navy, yeah.

I can help. We've got the EOD photo
of the vessel.

Should be easy to find.

Oh, well...

That's just after it crossed over
the 12 nautical mile line.

That'd be our boat in question.

Oi, give us a hand, will you?

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

You alright?
Yeah.

If Meers was aboard,
he's long gone now.

He was here.

Huh?

That's where the fisherman
got his throat cut.

There's no radio on board.

Which means he hasn't had
the opportunity to contact anyone.

He can only contact them

through a password-protected
message board on a fake website.

So Meers will be looking for
internet access on shore, then?

Good luck in this one-horse town.

(COUGHS)

Hey, Jim, are you OK?

(GASPS)

We need to get him back to the ship.
(RETCHES)

Why don't you take him,
drop me back on shore,

and I'll keep looking for Meers?

How's your head?
Spinning.

Right.

Be fine after a cuppa.

Yeah.

Uh, I've forgotten.

Uh, one or two sugars?

Kate McGregor.

I am hurt and appalled.

Well, I remember that you take milk.

Actually...

..you never took me up
on that dinner.

Dinner?

I thought that was
an open invitation.

Well, to a point.

A point?

See, I've got this big veranda.

Ocean views, sea breezes, barbecues.

But it's no good
in the rainy season.

It's nearly the rainy season.

Oh, that's terrible. It leaks?

It's a mozzie magnet in the wet.

Oh.

So you're saying that we
should have dinner... soon?

Yeah.

If you want to avoid
getting eaten by the mozzies.

I also do a mean chocolate mousse.
Ah, now it's all coming back to me.

You're the big, tough SAS guy
with the weakness for soft centres.

Don't you dare break my cover.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you seen this man today?

Sorry, no.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

Does this hotel have internet access?
No, sorry.

The government promised a rollout,
but so far... Very sorry, sir.

I have a satphone.

If you're that desperate
to speak with your girlfriend.

No, it's not that urgent.

Good. Then maybe this time
you'll join me for a drink.

Vodka, straight up, thanks.

I'll have a beer, thanks, mate.

So...

..I guess I passed
your little test.

What do you think you're doing,
flashing that photo around?

Are you completely schizo?
You're way out of your depth.

I made a mistake.

If you'd included me
in the briefings,

then it never would have happened.

You're a proven liability.

I'm trying to salvage the operation.

The only way to do that
is to find Meers and make him talk.

That's exactly...
Just stay out of it.

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

(TURNS WATER OFF)

(CHOKES)

(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)

(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(YELLS)

It's Meers.

Was.

We'll never get him talking now.

CO: What happened to the body?

The local police who attended
the scene took the body away.

Now we have no idea if Meers has
been in contact with the terrorists.

You've blown the entire mission.

Did you have to kill him?

I'm terribly sorry. I was thinking
of her safety first and foremost.

If only you hadn't been
so heavy-handed.

I saved your life
and you're complaining!

Dutchy...
Far out!

Clearly, it was
an assassination attempt.

We have to assume that Meers
was aware of my ASIO identity.

So, what now?

I'm inclined to call
the whole thing off.

Wait, wait.

Given the lack of internet access,

there's a chance that
my cover's still intact,

and I'm willing to take that risk.

Can you contact
the terrorists directly?

The website they use
is password-protected.

We don't have access.
What we need is a new go-between.

If we don't act fast, they'll
start looking for a new supplier.

I'll think about it overnight.

Where are you going?
To my hotel.

Well, do you think that's wise,
given the circumstances?

I can make a cabin available to you
aboard the ship.

Thank you, but I have my things
at the hotel.

Then you'll have an escort. Dutchy.

Please, Commander.
Don't patronise me.

I'm more than capable of taking
care of myself. I am armed.

And dangerous.

Dutchy, keep an eye on her.

Discreetly, if possible.

CHARGE: Tick, tock, tick, tock...

2 DADS: Everyone's thirsty.
Robert.

Hey! Howdy, cowboy.

Come and join us.
SWAIN: Riding the range alone, mate?

Oh, let's call it escort duty.

I thought spooks could
take care of themselves.

Wasn't my idea.

Robert.

It's your round.

Really?
OTHERS: Yes.

What do you want, Dutchy?
Oh, I'll have a beer, thanks, mate.

So, what are you boys doing here?

Mate, it's the only decent pub
in town.

Dutchy... you OK?

Yeah, I'm alright.

I don't suppose Her Spookness was
impressed with you killing Meers.

Correct.
You can't put a foot right with her.

Even after you save her life,
still in the bad books.

A match made in heaven.

Beg yours?

Well, there's a study that's found
relationships built on antipathy

are far more sustaining
than those built on affection.

What?
You are so weird, RO.

Well, it's true.

Contempt could really be signalling
deep passion.

Or it could just be signalling...
contempt.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(COCKS GUN)
(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

Apology accepted.

You are the most aggravating person
I've ever known.

Preferable to indifference, I guess.

You constantly provoke me.

I want to know what it is I've done
to earn your contempt.

Whoa.

I was right about you
from the start.

You're a security risk
and a womaniser.

(LAUGHS) Hey, I've reformed.

I doubt that.

I suspect the reason you knew
Meers was in my room

is that you were stalking me
yourself.

I wasn't stalking you, honey.

Lighten up, Dutchy.

We're off duty in a foreign port.
I don't want to argue.

How's that for a ceasefire?

Never had a chick
pull a gun on me before.

Does it turn you on?

(LAUGHS)

Convince me.

(BLEEPING)

Ignore that. I am.

I know why Meers was after you.

He wanted to use your satphone.

He was trying to contact
the terrorists.

And they're online now.

RO: Meers used a password
to access the message board,

but he's been interrupted by
Madelaine coming into the room

before he could leave a message.

Tarak's left a message.
"Where are you?"

CO: Who's Tarak?

He's the leader of a small
terrorist cell we were targeting,

desperate to buy arms.

Are you absolutely sure
that Meers hasn't responded?

Well, the conversation's still open.

So we should be able to see
any posts that he's made,

probably in a different colour.

Well, there's your opportunity.

You send a message to Tarak as Meers,

explaining how you were
boarded by navy,

but things are now back on track
with the arms deal.

Could work.

Go for it, RO.

Madelaine, do you have photos
of this Tarak?

Yes.

Hmm. That was quick.

OK, "A representative will meet
the dealer at these coordinates."

Alright, that's within
Australian waters, sir.

Do you think he's taken the bait?
Yeah.

I think we're back on track.

I'm going to need a vessel, though.

I have a steaming party
heading for Darwin

with the boat we impounded yesterday.

I can recall it.
That would be perfect.

I'd also suggest using
our boarding party as the crew.

Obviously have a talent
for undercover ops.

If you ever think about
leaving the navy...

Well... (CHUCKLES)

..I'm not at the moment,
but thanks for the offer.

XO: Jim, I don't want
to interfere but...

JIM: What is it?

You can't continue
with this operation.

You have a serious concussion.
I had.

It's all fine.
The headaches are all gone.

Mmm, but what about the nausea,
the vomiting, the...

Oh, Kate, I'm fine.

No.

I know you.

You know, you are addicted
to the rush of all this, aren't you?

And that's what you like about me.

You're putting yourself in danger.
You could be walking into a trap.

You have no idea what is going on
and you're just going to be...

Kate, Kate, Kate. You have to stop.
You're not listening to anybody.

Stop.

Otherwise I'm gonna have to assume
you still have feelings for me.

Hey.

Hey. Um, can I fix you a brew?

No. Thanks.

I'll just, uh...

Is everything OK?

Kate, I can't help feeling the
reason you ended our relationship

is because Jim Roth
is back in your life.

Right. So you ambush me
in the galley to ask me that.

Look, I've seen how concerned
you are with his wellbeing.

Yeah, well, I don't want
to discuss it.

I don't think it's something that
we should be talking about here.

Look, I just want to know.

It has nothing to do with Jim Roth.

Then what?

I can't talk about it.

Kate!

XO.

Yes, sir.

You're absolutely right.

It won't happen again.

JIM: Ooh.
SWAIN: Whoa.

Whoa, there, Captain.
That's no way to board a RHIB.

Charge, stand down.
I'm postponing this evolution.

Aye, ma'am.

Come on. Come with me.

I got you.

Look, it's obvious
that he still has concussion.

He says he's fine to be operational.

Yeah, that may be,
but my point is if...

..if something untoward
were to happen to him,

he may not be physically capable
of defending himself.

I think the XO's right, Madelaine.

Why not just reschedule the meeting

when Captain Roth
is fully recovered?

Uh, excuse me, sir. Sorry.

I just got a message from Tarak

that indicates that he'll personally
be at the rendezvous.

That only gives us three hours.
We must make this meeting.

It may be our only opportunity
to capture Tarak.

I'll do it, sir.
I can go in place of Captain Roth.

Well, Tarak doesn't know
what Jim looks like. Could work.

Despite your experience in the Gulf,
you're hardly trained in covert ops.

Just hear me out, sir.

I've got Charge, Swain and 2 Dads
posing as my crew.

As soon as we raft up
and transfer the weapons,

'Hammersley' can steam in.

Alright.

Weighing the risks against
the reward,

I think it's worth a crack.

However, my ship, my responsibility.

I'll be calling the shots
on this one. Agreed?

I just want Tarak in custody.

And one more condition. 2 Dads?

Uh, sir?

Dutchy needs to be able
to communicate with 'Hammersley'

without the obvious hand-held radio.

Um...

Well, I could trick up Ms Cruise's
satphone as a listening device.

And wire it so the transmitter
is always on...

..not just during a phone call.

Yeah, that'll give us
the range we require

in a fairly innocuous package.

'Hammersley', this is Charge.

CO: Go ahead, Charge.

We'll be at our rendezvous point
in just under two hours.

We'll maintain radio silence
from here on.

Very good. We'll sit below the
horizon until we receive your signal.

'Hammersley' out.

Alright, this is it.
You're right on the coordinates now.

I've got a cruiser about a mile off
our starboard quarter.

Oh, that's got to be them.

Vessel off my starboard quarter.

This is the fishing vessel 'Linda B'.

We have the samples.

Request permission to raft up
and effect transfer. Over.

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
That's a negative, 'Linda B'.

You may approach
to within 200 metres.

Then you alone will come across
to my vessel to discuss the deal.

That's something
I didn't anticipate.

I don't want Dutchy going in alone.

We have no tender. Over.

I will send a Zodiac for you. Out.

Dutchy, Dutchy, you can't
go over there alone.

I can convince him to raft up.

I know what the CO would say,
Dutchy. Forget it.

He's right.

Boss, I committed
to making this right,

but if we let Tarak get away now,

he can source the arms from elsewhere
and hundreds of people will die.

He's right, Commander.

This may be our one chance
of taking Tarak out of circulation.

OK.

Sir, I've managed to hack my way
further into the terrorist website

and I've found
a photographic database

of known counter-terrorism agents.

Is Madelaine on it?

Uh, no. No, she's not.

I think you should
have a look at this, sir.

It's Dutchy.
What?!

Why would he be of interest?

He's come up on their radar
because of the nightclub bombing.

(PHONE RINGS)

This is Charge.

Charge, do not let Dutchy board
that vessel.

Do you hear me?
Do not let him board.

It's too late.

It's a phone.

We may talk in here.
Please. Take a seat.

Where's Meers?

We were boarded by navy yesterday.

They were satisfied with his
paperwork, so there wasn't a problem.

But he thought it was safer

that we transfer the weapons to
another vessel until they're done.

He's doing well.

OK.

What have you managed
to source for us?

I can get you as many AK-47s
as you need.

RPGs shouldn't be a problem, either.

I brought a few samples.

I also, uh... I also have a big-ticket
item that might interest you.

Yeah?

A Stinger missile.

Excellent. You have all this
on your boat?

Sure do.

Will you take immediate delivery?

Signal his men to approach
with the merchandise.

You're doing well, mate.
Just play it cool.

Stand-by both RHIBs
to move in on my command.

Good?

You recording this?

What is your price?

$1.3 million for all.

When you see the quality
of the merchandise,

you'll see that's fair
and reasonable.

That's a nice touch.
Fair and reasonable with terrorists.

RO!

You have a deal.

Please, excuse me for a moment.

X!
Alright, sir, they're shooting.

Away sea boats, away sea boats.

Full ahead both engines.
Full ahead both engines.

We're moving in.

Put your weapon down!
Put your weapon down.

Drop your weapon!
Put it on the ground!

CHARGE: Drop your weapon!
Weapon on the ground!

Drop your weapon!
Put it down!

Drop it!

Clear.

Lock them up in Austere, Swain,
and post a guard detail.

Well done, guys.

Hey.

Nice work, Bosun.

Couldn't have done better myself.

I think it's fair to say

you've proven your suitability
for undercover ops.

RO, you coming down?

The boss has announced a barbecue...

I think that you
should have a look at this.

It's Madelaine's computer.
What is it?

There's an ASIO alert identifying
personnel as counter-terrorists.

What does that mean?

Well, ASIO clearly has access
to the terrorist hit list.

ASIO knew you were compromised.

So that's how my cover was blown.

I was on their radar.

The interesting thing
about this is...

..ASIO issued this alert yesterday.

Madelaine must have seen it.

So Madelaine knew.

And she let me
walk into a possible trap.

I've arranged for a car
to take you up to base hospital.

Swain will accompany you.

Thanks, Swain.
Good. Ta.

Commander, thanks again
for saving our operation.

Always happy to work collaboratively.
It was a good outcome.

Uh, Swain, you need
to get home to your family.

I'll take Jim to the hospital.

Alright, ma'am. Appreciate that.
Good luck.

You know, Kate, why don't
we just bypass the hospital?

Head straight for dinner.

Oh! You are incorrigible.

I'll take that as a yes.

(LAUGHS) No. We are going
to the hospital.

If that's your best offer...

Then we'll see about dinner.

We stand to extract some valuable
intel from Tarak, thanks to you.

I also appreciate the fact
that at the end of the operation,

I get to enjoy some down time.

What are you doing? Let me go!

Am I just your idea
of collateral damage?

What?

You knew.

You knew I was
on that terrorist hit list

and yet you send me out there
to risk being killed.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Aren't you the woman
that knows everything?

The ASIO update on your computer.

I didn't read it.
I was consumed by matters at hand.

Oh, so that was just
recklessness, negligence,

or were you just trying
to get me killed?

I opened it last night
and was about to scan through it

when you knocked at my door.

As you know, I haven't
touched the thing since.

I hear Madelaine had nothing
but praise for your team.

Deservedly so.

So, I've been thinking...

You don't want me
to get a paternity test.

Not because of Stuart.

I'm thinking about Ryan.

He's only just started talking
to his father again.

He's happy, Mike.

I think we should let the past
stay in the past at this stage.

That's fine by me.