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[thunder crashes]

Can't see a thing out there.

Can't see much in here either.

I can't work out if I've got a contact,

or if I'm just tracking cloud, or--

hang on, she's going pitch again.

[thunder crashes]

We've been hit!

The telegraphs are mismatched.

She's not answering the helm, ma'am.

We're in danger of broaching!

We're going to tip over!

Starboard 30!

Starboard 30!

Come on!

Come on!

The rudder's locked at 10 degrees to starboard, ma'am.

Select system two, start both steering motors.

There's no response and our power's going.

Steering gear failure!

Steering gear failure!

Aft steering party, close up!

Aft steering party, close up!

After steering party, closed up!

Roger.

Starboard 30!

Starboard 30!

Still no response, ma'am!

[engine sputters to a stop]

FLYNN: We've lost all power.

Nav, sitrep.

Sir, rudder's locked on 10 degrees to starboard.

If we can't hold course, I'm afraid we could broach.

Priority is to restore power, engines, then steering.

ET, get down to the engine room.

Tell Charge we need power, now!

ET: Sir!

Forget that.

Get the starboard genny up.

Aft steering, sitrep?

What's happening?

Where's the power?

Port genny's blown.

We've got a control air failure.

Everything's down.

Again!

Come on, boys, we need this one.

[engine turns over]

You little beauty!

We've got power!

Let's get the old girl steady!

Starboard 30!

Starboard 30, sir!

30 starboard wheel on, sir!

Midships, port 30!

Midships, port 30!

Steer 3-4-0.

Steer 3-4-0.

Course 3-4-0, sir!

Very good.

Looking a bit green around the gills there, Spider.

Scared witless more like.

Yeah, this storm is crazy.

I've never seen so much lightning.

Lucky for us Charge got the genny up,

otherwise we'd be as doomed as the Flying Dutchman.

The what?

It's a ghost ship mate.

When a ship gets taken by a storm like this,

its captain and its crew are doomed

to sail the seas forever.

You've heard of the Flying Dutchman, haven't you, Spider?

Yeah, of course.

It's like ancient history, right?

Well, there are others.

You're going to have to look them up on the net.

The Mary Celeste, the Ourang Medan.

Even more recently, the Fantome.

Did they go down in a storm like this?

Well, that's what everyone thought

until the sightings started.

Seamen coming through similar storms

have actually seen some of these ghost ships.

You can tell because where the sails should have been

there's just this really thin mist.

It's an omen of disaster, most often

seen during stormy weather.

Yeah, well, I don't believe in ghosts, so you know.

[theme music]

Bridge look out!

Buff-- Buff, get up here quickly!

What is it?

Uh, red 1-0, far.

I think it's a ghost ship.

It's a catamaran, idiot.

Oh.

Sails are untrimmed.

Looks deserted.

You been talking to Chefo again?

No.

Just kind of spooky, that's all.

I'll report it to the captain.

If they've come through that storm,

they may need assistance.

Keep a good eye on her.

Yes, Buff.

Sir?

I attempted to contact the vessel.

There's no response.

Right-o.

X prepare a boarding party.

You want us to board now, sir?

It's a shipping hazard.

Can't leave it careering around to hit someone else.

Sir.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Go and get those sails.

Hello?

[knocks]

Is anybody there?

Is anyone on board?

[music playing]

Is anyone there?

No notes.

No logs.

Nothing to indicate where the crew disappeared to, or how.

Well, maybe they were swept over during the storm.

The whole crew?

And what about thieves?

There doesn't appear to be anything missing,

and there's a lot of expensive equipment down there.

Ma'am, look at this.

Is that blood?

It could easily be an injury sustained

during that storm, what with all this stuff lying about.

Where have they gone?

The catamaran is registered to a Rory Kinsella, aged 40.

Left Broome on Friday, and wife reported him missing.

Was he sailing alone?

NAVCOM OFFICER: Yeah.

Any contact with his wife since he left port?

NAVCOM OFFICER: Not a word, and sounds like she

won't be hearing from him now.

I'm sure NAVCOM will come up with a more diplomatic way

to tell her that.

Yeah, I'm sure we will.

Is that all?

No, it isn't.

There are some anomalies we need to look into.

Let me know what the wife has to say.

Yes-- sir.

Anomalies, sir?

Kinsella's been gone three days.

Why didn't he radio in?

The radio went in the storm.

Well, the XO said it's still working.

Besides the storm came up last night.

What did he do the first two days?

A man goes yachting to get away from his wife.

Well, he's going to call her every day,

he might as well stay at home.

The future Mrs. Robert Dixon is going to be one lucky girl.

[laughs]

It appears your husband must have fallen

overboard during the storm.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Kinsella.

Fallen?

We believe so.

My patrol boat captain informs me that the storm

came up very suddenly.

It may well be that your husband was taken by surprise.

And fallen overboard?

Accidentally?

Well, we can't know for certain

exactly what happened, but--

But he didn't jump?

He didn't do it on purpose?

I'm sorry?

Yesterday was the anniversary of our son's--

his death.

Car accident two years ago.

He was six.

Rory's never been able to get past it.

And yesterday was the anniversary?

I know what you're thinking, but Rory wouldn't.

Losing our son, being left behind,

he wouldn't make me go through that again.

Explains why his wife hasn't heard from him in two days.

NAVCOM OFFICER: At least with her son,

she had a body to bury.

We'll start back.

See you in a couple of hours.

Ration packs compliments of Chefo.

Enjoy.

Not a chance.

See you back on land.

Ma'am.

All right, Spide, let's get this baby cranking!

Come on, mate.

It's no luxury cruise.

I want to go home.

Spider?

ET, there's a life jacket missing.

If he was trying to drown himself,

why would he put on a life jacket?

If Kinsella went over by accident,

it must have been when storm hit.

Sails were up.

The storm clearly took him by surprise.

He had time to grab a life jacket?

That's right.

You grab your jacket first, then go for your sails.

So the wave hits and he goes over.

The storm would have hit the cat at midnight, half an hour

before us.

That puts Kinsella approximately here when he goes overboard.

That would be midtide, full moon spring tides,

with a max stream of two knots.

That puts him somewhere in this region.

Great Nav.

Call ET and Spider.

Let them know what's happening.

Tell them to continue back to port.

Are we really doing this, sir?

We really are.

Aye, sir!

RO, contact NAVCOM.

Request support to conduct a full-scale search

for a single man overboard, based on a datum 45 miles

east of our present position.

Yes, sir.

Nav, take it away.

Top of the green.

Half ahead starboard, revolutions 5-4-0, steer 0-8-5.

Half ahead starboard, revolutions 5-4-0.

Sir, I'm worried about the damaged engine.

Can we get to the search area and back

on the starboard engine alone?

Yes, but we don't have a lot of fuel.

We've been out 10 days, and that storm sucked up a lot of juice.

How much?

Full power, one engine, two days.

That's one full day for the search,

and another to get back to base.

I prefer we headed straight back now for repairs.

I'm sure Mr. Rory Kinsella from Broome

would prefer he hadn't gone overboard.

We aren't going to leave him out there for the sake

of some fuel, are we Charge?

These yachties should wear safety harnesses, sir.

A point you can make to him when we find him.

[whispers] If we find him.

X?

After you, sir?

You have a point to make about your independence, X?

I have a point to make about wasting

time searching for a man who has most likely killed himself.

You said he'd been out of contact for two whole days

before the storm hit.

Suicides don't use life jackets.

There's no evidence that he put one on.

The jacket could've been washed over the side

and a lot of boats aren't properly

fitted out with jackets.

His wife said he'd leave a note.

Which also could have gone over.

Sir, four elephants and a giraffe

could have gone over in that storm.

We'd never know.

I think we can safely not bother

looking for any elephants.

The giraffe, on the other hand--

My point is, sir, suicide candidates

I'm not necessarily thinking rationally,

and neither are you.

My last XO is not on this ship for quite a few reasons, one

of which was his increasing habit of leaving

a large space between any sentence

he happened to utter and the word "sir."

I have no question of your expertise and skill, X,

but I'd suggest you pay a little more attention to your syntax.

Yes, sir.

Now, I agree it's a long shot, but I'm not sailing back

while there's a chance that man is out there praying

to God that someone has bothered to make an effort to find him.

Yes, sir.

Problem is, we don't know exactly when he went overboard.

The storm hit around midnight, raged for about three hours,

that makes our search area huge.

I tend to agree.

I mean, even if this guy didn't intend to drown himself,

the chances of surviving in the ocean in a storm

that are next to nothing.

So it's official, huh?

The boss is loco, ese.

Uh, ma'am, just discussing the pros and cons

of our current situation.

So I gather, thank you, Swain.

However, may I suggest that since none of you are,

in fact, the boss, your time would be better spent preparing

to assist with search. - Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. XO: Buffer?

Ma'am.

When we reach the designated area,

I want all hands on deck in lookout positions, binoculars

up scanning the water.

Aye, ma'am.

I'll prepare a watch rotation.

Swain, I want you standing by with first aid.

If we find this man, he's going to be

needing medical assistance.

I'll set up the wardroom, ma'am.

Very good. Chefo?

Yes, ma'am?

You can help him.

Unless there's anything else you wanted to discuss?

No, ma'am.

Chefo.

All right, let's take a squiz inside.

Should we?

You want to spend the next three days on deck?

I'm hungry.

Yeah, but Chefo has given us his ration packs.

Oh, I reckon we can do better than that.

Coastwatch.

You reckon they'll find him, ET?

Do fish breathe air?

Do they?

Or does it count as air if you breathe it through your gills?

ET: Come on, Spide!

Oh, gross.

We're only two miles inside the search radius, sir.

Thanks, Nav.

Curdled.

Whoa, isn't curdled milk on a ship supposed to mean bad luck?

Chefo, right?

Well, you can pretty much ignore everything

Chefo says, with the exception of "grubs out," of course.

Besides it's probably more bad luck sailing a dead man's cat.

Coolest dad, ever.

This boat is probably what?

Five, six years old?

I reckon he bought it when his son was born.

Kinsella's killed himself, hasn't he?

We should have seen him by now.

Unless if the sharks haven't gotten to him.

Sir, would you like me to have Nav recheck her calculations?

No, X. There was nothing wrong with the calculations.

Contact, red 2-5, distance far.

Nav, come left 2-4-5.

Roger.

Port 20, steer 2-4-5.

You hear that?

We've sighted the man.

Standby to recover by swimmer.

BUFFER: Aye, sir!

Swimmer standing by.

Ahoy, there!

X: Is he alive?

BUFFER: Yes, ma'am.

He's alive.

Away, swimmer!

Great work on that search plan, Nav.

NAV: Credit's yours, if I may say so, sir.

You may not.

It's a team effort.

Yes, sir.

BUFFER: Heaving on the recovery line!

Avast!

Check away on the recovery line!

Sir, can you hear me?

How are you feeling?

He's sunburned and dehydrated.

Cuts and scrapes.

He got tossed around a bit before he over the side.

But he'll be OK?

Yes, sir.

It's as you said.

Storm caught him by surprise.

He got his life jacket on.

He was trying to get to the sail when a wave took him.

RO, contact NAVCOM.

Inform them we're bringing in Kinsella.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I was wrong, thankfully.

Yeah, you were.

Good news, Charge, we're heading back.

Yeah, we might not make it, sir.

Port engine's still down, and now I've

got an abnormal vibration in the starboard shaft.

Must have run over something in the storm.

So I need to send a swimmer down and see what the damage is.

Here?

No.

Too much rock and roll out there.

Nearest shelter, Nav?

Uh, Bright Island is two hours north of here at 10 knots.

Bright Island?

Can we get her there, Charge?

Do my best, sir.

Uh, sir, Bright Island is still a crime scene.

Well, we don't need to land her, do we Charge?

No, no.

Just need some calmer water.

OK.

Set course for Bright Island, Nav.

Aye, sir.

Thank you, so, so much!

Now, we should have your husband

back here by this evening.

Would you mind if I wait here?

I just-- I couldn't bear the hotel room.

No, of course. Abel?

Thank you.

Lieutenant Commander Flynn got lucky, sir.

Drifting man eight hours in the water,

well-established datum based on a good

appraisal of wind and stream.

That's not luck.

ET: Roger that.

Over and out.

So he's alive then?

I would have lost that bet.

Fish do breathe air, ET.

Yeah, sometimes pigs fly.

Well, young Spider, you no longer

need to worry about exploring a dead man's possessions.

Now, we can explore a live man's possessions.

Well, are we allowed?

Spider, until 10 minutes ago, Rory Kinsella was never

going to see this beer again, or anything else for that matter.

So I think it's only appropriate that we

celebrate his good health with a bottle of--

imported, nice one.

We're going topside.

But are you sure it's OK?

What if I call a beer issue?

Can you do that?

As senior member present, I just have,

for offices sailing a no-longer-dead

man's vessel back to port.

Yeah, but I'm not an officer.

I'll have yours then.

[grunting in pain]

Looks like you might have a couple of broken ribs,

but there's really not much we can do about here.

Get the doctor to check you out when we get back to base.

You were bouncing around the cabin or something?

Lucky man, surviving that storm.

There you go.

Drink that.

Your wife will be very happy to see you, Mr. Kinsella.

She's waiting at the Naval base.

We'll patch through a call for you.

My voice is not good.

OK, drink up.

Let's do something about those lips, eh, mate?

Sir, Bright Island ahead.

Recommend we close up specials and cable party.

Very good, Nav.

You might want to take a look at this, sir.

Special CGD men and cable party close up.

Feds?

NAV: Assume control state 3, condition Yankee.

Looks like it, sir.

I dropped off two agents, but I can see another six.

What the hell are they doing?

Breeding, sir.

Maybe they've found something suspicious.

FLYNN: Maybe they did, but why do

they need that many agents to figure it out?

Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

Agent Murphy.

I gave orders that no one was to come on the island.

It's a crime scene.

So you have found something then?

Not at all.

Then why the reinforcements?

A lot of people investigating nothing.

That's Federal Police business.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Sorry, can't.

And why not?

Engine repairs.

Propeller needs looking at.

Well, no need to actually land then.

I'm testing my nav light arcs.

There might have been some misalignment in the storm.

Need a line of sight ashore.

Don't you need to be alongside a wharf to do that?

Got to work with what we've got.

What's your ETD?

Should be gone in two hours.

POLICEWOMAN: Murphy!

Bad light arc, sir?

What did you think?

If I didn't know better, I would have believed you.

Rory?

Mr. Kinsella?

How are you feeling?

Alive.

You said that you were out at sea for two days

before the storm hit.

You didn't radio your wife?

Would you like to talk to her now?

No.

That's OK.

You get your strength back.

The cat-- what happens to that?

Two of our sailors are sailing it back.

Well, can't you just put me back on it?

I'm sorry, it doesn't work like that.

And they're already two hours ahead of us.

Don't worry, they're very capable.

Your boat's in good hands.

Rest up.

[music playing]

Come on, Spider!

How long does it take to find some more biscuits?

He's not going to keep them in there, is he?

What?

That's a lot of rice crackers.

$15,000, plus.

Plus

$12,950.

That equals?

That's a lot.

So what do we do now?

What do you mean?

Well, the X hasn't mentioned anything

about this money, which means Kinsella

hasn't mentioned the money, which

means this is dodgy money.

Right?

Which means it doesn't exist, which means no one's going

to know if it just disappears.

Now, a young sailor like yourself,

you could do a lot with $10,000.

What $10,000?

Well, you're the junior.

What's the matter?

I just don't remember reading anything about this

before, in the Navy Values.

Shouldn't we just give it back?

Well done, Spider! Well done!

That's exactly what we're going to do.

We're going to give it back. - Yeah.

So get on the video, and get onto Hammersley.

You tell them what we've found.

Uh, Charlie two, this is Alacrity, over.

KATE [ON RADIO]: Alacrity, this is X-ray two.

Go ahead.

We don't really need to be here, do we, sir?

You got a problem with islands, Buffer?

Just this island, sir.

Anything in particular?

No, not really, just the whole dead marine

biologist crime scene thing.

Come a long way from home to pick up rubbish,

sir, haven't they.

All these Feds here for a week.

That's an expensive operation.

I don't get it.

What could be going on here that requires

this level of interest.

KATE [ON RADIO]: Charlie two, this is X-ray two.

Charge is happy to assume 15 minutes notice for sea.

Reports engine is up and ready to go, over.

This is Charlie two, roger.

Saw your diver come up.

Propeller all fixed, then?

Just got the word.

And you solved that whole line of sight navigation issue?

Lights are working perfectly.

What about you?

Find what you were looking for?

Oh, just cleaning up.

We'll be off the island by tonight.

Looks like there's nothing to worry about after all.

Have a good trip.

What do you do when a federal agent tells you not to worry,

Buff?

Worry like hell, sir.

KATE: Oh, sir?

ET and Spider found a briefcase full of money on the boat.

$28,000.

A lot of money for a weekend away.

Well, shouldn't we at least ask Kinsella about it?

It's none of our business.

Sir, no one takes that sort of money

out on a boat unless they're up to something dodgy.

Perhaps he was planning to leave his wife.

Well, doesn't she have a right to know that?

People break up, Kate.

I know that, sir.

X?

Some things go the way they go.

Just leave it.

Cloves?

No, it's cardamon.

That'll be Chefo's Madras curry.

He's going all out.

Well, I think you'll find he wants to make up

for the scratch breakfast, sir.

Is that for me?

Yeah, it's the missing persons report

you wanted from the police. - Thank you.

I told you to drop it.

Sir, I--

If the money is dodgy, it's evidence

in a police investigation, not a Navy matter.

Is that clear?

Sent through a photo of Rory Kinsella.

I know what he looks like.

I don't think you do, sir.

It's not a very good likeness, is it?

Where's Rory Kinsella?

He's dead.

So who are you?

Steve.

Steve Jackson.

Rory's my mate.

My best mate.

Or he was.

Well, what happened.

Well, we were drinking when the storm hit.

Tried getting our act together.

I got a jacket, he didn't.

The wave took him.

So he was washed overboard?

Look, I swear, I tried to save him,

but the waves we're just enormous.

He disappeared.

So why did you tell us you were Rory Kinsella.

I didn't.

You assumed.

You didn't try to correct me.

I didn't know what to say to his wife, to Marie.

Why didn't you tell us to look for him when we picked you up?

You survived. He might have too.

Not without a jacket.

And the money?

What money?

The $28,000 we found in a briefcase on the boat?

That's why you wanted to be put back on, isn't it?

So you could take the money and sail off.

What?

Mr. Jackson--

X!

The police are going to want to talk to you

when we get back to port.

Sure.

So you haven't got Kinsella.

Aye, sir.

So now I'm going to have to tell his wife that he's dead--

again.

I'm afraid so, sir.

I'll get the cops to meet you alongside,

and they can work out this Jackson's up to, all right?

He's killed his mate, hasn't he?

For the money?

Maybe.

Why didn't he tell us the money was his?

Kinsella's not around to dispute it.

Well, then he'd have to explain what he's

doing with $28,000 in cash.

This way, he gets away with it.

So what was Kinsella doing with $28,000 in cash?

Well--

It's academic.

We're not police.

So we just let him go?

What else can we do?

There's no body, nothing to prove his story isn't true.

Then he gets away with it.

The blood.

There was a stain on mat outside the cabin.

Steve Jackson, he didn't have that sort of injury.

It must be Rory Kinsella's.

I'll contact ET and Spider.

I'm sure the police want to analyze that blood.

Alacrity, this is Hammersley, over.

ET [ON RADIO]: Uh, roger that X, out.

ET: Spider?

Here!

Spider!

Spider, we--

Look at that!

Clean as a whistle.

See ya.

Hey!

Hey guys, guess what Spider's just done.

Chefo, as you can see, we're playing a game here,

and every time you interrupt, I lose concentration

and Swaino wins.

I'm sorry about it, but you're going to want to hear this.

You remember the blood you found on the catamaran?

Spider found it, yeah.

Yeah, well, it was evidence, and Spider, the tool,

just cleaned it up.

- He what? - Yeah.

X is fuming.

Apparently, it was the only thing to prove Jackson's lying.

Good one, Spider.

Well, glad he's in your division.

It's going to be messy.

I better go.

Don't want to miss the fun.

I win by the way.

I'm going to kill, Chefo.

[foghorn]

Hear that, Spider?

Yeah, it's the landing approach signal.

No, that's the sound of our careers going down the toilet.

Come on, we didn't even know.

Go get the fenders out.

Give me a hand?

It's not that difficult, Spider.

What's this?

Looks like of the sheets from the jib.

Must have come loose during the storm.

It's stuck on something.

I think it's wrapped around the anchor line.

It's Kinsella, isn't it?

We found your friend.

Where you put him.

Caught in the ropes off the side of the boat, with a knife

wound in his chest.

FLYNN: Jackson!

Steve Jackson was on the boat?

Your husband didn't tell you he was taking his mate out?

My husband didn't tell me a lot of things,

not in the last two years.

Is there any reason to believe that Mr. Jackson would

want to hurt your husband?

No, no.

Steve would walk over broken glass for Rory.

They've been friends since high school.

He was acting really strange.

Came to tell me he's taking the boat out,

but he wouldn't say where or-- or for how long.

He didn't want me on board, but I couldn't let him go it alone

because I knew it was his son's anniversary,

and I thought he might be going out there to jump.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

We'd been out two nights, we were kicking

back, having a few beers, and he tells me that he's leaving her.

He'd cleaned out their bank account

and was heading for Singapore.

I couldn't believe that he would do

that to Marie, after everything that she's been through.

So I-- I grabbed the wheel.

He tried to stop me.

We're throwing punches and the next thing

he's lying there with a knife in him.

I-- I don't even know where it came from.

So what were you going to do?

Take the money, take his boat?

There was no plan.

I didn't have any time to think.

The storm was right on us.

I-- I was washed overboard.

I thought Rory was too.

I'm sorry, I still don't understand why.

I mean, you said he was your best friend--

Because he didn't deserve her!

He didn't deserve her.

[knocks]

Sir, signal just in from NAVCOM.

The police will meet us there to collect Jackson when we dock.

OK, when will that be?

30 minutes.

X, can I ask your advice?

I, uh, didn't think that you would appreciate

my independent view, sir.

Oh, this isn't about a command decision or syntax.

It's more personal.

OK.

When we dock, I suspect Marie Kinsella

will want to speak with me.

If I were her, I would.

What do you think I should tell her?

The truth.

All of it?

Finding out later won't make it any easier.

There's no gentler option?

Not from my personal point of view, sir, no.

OK.

Thanks X.

Have you told Marie he was going to leave her?

Well don't, please?

She doesn't deserve to know.

It might help her to understand why you did it.

And find out what a rat her husband was?

She loved him.

Have you ever been in love, captain?

There's no happy ending here, captain.

Her husband is still dead, like her son.

Sir?

I've got a message from NAVCOM.

Wife insists on talking to you.

FLYNN: Thank you for your time, Mrs. Kinsella.

Once again, our deepest condolences.

Best mates, eh?

What a mess.

Good call out tonight, Mike, finding Jackson.

How's Hammersley?

Charge will have the boys working all night.

We'll be right to sail.

I saw Greg Murphy on Bright Isle.

Had a lot of Feds with him.

What's going on?

Listen, Mike, I'm not privy to the comings

and goings of every branch of law enforcement.

Well, They must think there's something

on the island that explains the death of that marine biologist

a few weeks ago.

I don't know what they think, and I don't think you need to.

Sailors and conspiracy theories?

The just love them!

Well, it's only a conspiracy theory when

there isn't something going on.

Mike, surely that's one thing we've learned from this mess

with Rory Kinsella.

Things aren't always what they seem.

[phone ringing]

Sir?

X?

Oh, have you spoken with Marie Kinsella?

I certainly have.

You did the right thing telling her.

She deserved to know.

Well, even if the truth hurt her?

I think sometimes not knowing hurts more.

You catching up with the team, later on?

Uh, no.

Just dinner.

Alone?

Well, I have some reading to catch up on while I eat.

You?

Work to do.

Right.

Sir.

It can be first names while we're ashore.

Yes, sir.

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