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Come on, Nav!

Nav.

Go on, Nav!

[yelling]

Two steps to victory!

Woo-hoo!

What's with you guys?

I thought we were playing touch.

Yeah, we are.

You're touched.

[whistle]

Halftime, come on.

Hey, Chefo, you dropped this.

It's a ring.

Hey, nice rock.

Thank you.

Are you getting married, Chefo?

Yeah, maybe.

What?

Congratulations, Chefo.

She hasn't exactly said yes yet.

I, uh-- I'm planning on asking her when I get back tonight.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Mayday, Mayday, this is the Black Magic.

Can anybody hear me?

We are under attack.

Mayday, mayday.

Mayday, mayday.

This is the Black Magic.

Can anybody hear me?

Charlie two, this is Hammersley.

Over.

[playing didgeridoo]

OK, team, listen up.

Just a couple of words.

Chefo, there's no turning back now.

May your courage never desert you and may

the object of your desire give you an affirmative.

To Chefo!

ALL: Chefo!

Sir!

Sir, it's RO for you.

He says it's urgent.

Oh, thanks.

RO, you're missing a great game of touch.

Chefo, you've got to get down on one knee and do it properly.

And who's this coming from?

Last of the red-hot lovers?

Game's over, team.

Just received a mayday call.

Let's move.

Black Magic, this is Australian warship.

Over.

Anything, Nav?

Nothing yet, sir.

They reported one boat of heavily armed hostiles.

How many on the motor launch?

RO couldn't get much sense out of them before we lost them.

Come left five degrees.

Yes, sir.

Steer 2-7-5.

Steer 2-7-5.

Sir, I have two contacts, the first bearing 2-9-5,

range 10 nautical miles, the second bearing 2-9-0,

range 12 nautical miles.

What's their speed?

The first vessel is stationary.

That'll be our motor launch.

The second one's going like a bat out of hell, right?

No, they're barely making five knots.

Engine trouble?

Who cares?

Do not let them out of your sight.

No, sir.

Set course for the motor launch.

Aye, sir.

Steer 2-9-5.

Steer 2-9-5.

Emergency flare right ahead.

There's someone alive over there, Nav.

Get us there as quick as we can.

Yes, sir.

Revolutions 8-8-0.

Revolutions 8-8-0.

[action theme music]

Sir, they look alive and well.

Gentlemen, what's the nature of your mayday?

Do you have any injured on board?

Mate, Rusty here's a hero.

Do you have any injured?

Not us.

We kicked butt.

Rusty lobbed a couple of flares at them

and the gutless wonders turned tail and ran.

Why didn't you respond to our radio calls?

Radio's cactus.

Do you require any assistance?

Haven't got any cold ones to spare, have you, captain?

They're drunk.

High on life, X. Sorry, gentlemen, no can do.

How many on the other vessel.

About six or seven, armed to their ugly back teeth.

Go blow 'em out of water for us, will you, skipper?

We'll investigate.

I suggest you get your radio fixed as soon as possible

and go easy on the sauce, eh?

Fish aren't biting anyway.

Happy hunting.

Let's go check out these pirates.

So pirates, eh?

Cool huh?

If they are pirates, they're thieves, rapists, and murders.

Not cool.

I just meant, you know--

Don't get your hopes up, Jaff.

We've got Buckley's.

What do you mean?

They could be using speedboats,

GPS, radar, all high-tech gear.

When they see us coming, they'll

be gone like a Saturday night.

So why do we bother then?

'Cause that's our job, so how about you go do yours?

Sir.

I have a visual contact fine on the starboard bow.

Looks like an old fishing boat.

You sure these are our pirates, Nav?

Yes, sir.

Range one nautical mile.

She's barely moving.

And she's low in the water.

What's going on?

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Slew outboard.

Down on one.

Chefo.

Yo.

- Give us. - Huh?

What?

Come again?

If you want to be an idiot and get married,

that's your funeral, but you're not taking the engagement ring

on the boarding party.

Charge--

You've already lost it once today.

What if it goes in the drink?

Besides, it's bad luck.

- Come on, that's a crock. - Trust me.

Don't be a tool.

I will keep it safe for you.

Chefo!

Not very high-tech, Buff.

Can't see any GPS or anti-tank rockets.

Just keep your eyes open, Jaffah.

Old-fashioned machete kill you just as dead.

Boarding party, watch your step.

Deck is unstable.

OK, give them a hello, Buffer.

Selamat siang.

Ni hao.

Sawat-dii khrap.

This deck is pretty rotten.

That's an understatement.

This whole boat's a bunch of termites holding hands.

Charlie two, this is X-ray two.

There's no response to our greeting.

I'm going below now.

And sir, this vessel is barely seaworthy.

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Roger.

Charlie two out.

X, they're in the forward hold.

Hello.

[non-english speaking]

We're the Australian navy.

We mean you no harm.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Buffer, did you get any of that?

Sorry, X, not a word.

This woman's got an injury on her arm.

Chefo, can you see if you can help her?

I'm on it, X. I'm here to help.

I'm here to help, sir.

Oh.

Chefo, are you all right?

Chefo, get up on deck.

Let's move them.

You must come now.

You must come.

Now, come.

I need to see.

I can't help you if you don't let me look at it.

Ma'am, doctor.

Medicine.

Help.

[non-english speaking]

Ah, Jaff, disconnect.

Ma'am, thank you.

Thank you.

You OK, Chefo?

Yep.

Ah!

[screams]

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

- What happened? - Chefo.

I don't know.

He just collapsed.

Toby, what's wrong, mate?

His heart's gone into overdrive.

We got to get him down below now.

What happened to his arm?

Um, um, I--

I don't know, sir.

He got hit in the face with waste water.

- What? - On the boat.

Take him to the wardroom.

Spider, my medical kit, bring it inside, mate.

Sir, I'm gonna need the morphine from the safe.

Ah!

My hand!

Jaff!

What the hell's going

Jaff!

Here, Jaff.

[panting]

All right, Chefo, this is gonna be some morphine.

It's gonna help with the pain.

Hold his arm still. OK, mate.

You ready?

One, two, three.

CHEFO: [gasping]

SWAIN: Relax.

You'll start to feel better, mate.

Spide, go down to cold storage and get

me a couple of ice bags.

Yes, Swain.

How's Jaff?

X is with him.

Morphine pretty much knocked him out, like you said.

That's the only thing we've got

that can manage pain like this.

He said it was like sticking his hand into boiling oil.

Mate, I've never seen anything like this.

But it's-- It's gotta be some sort of contact reaction.

From the bucket of waste?

Maybe, I don't know.

Swain?

Thanks, Spider.

All right.

CHEFO: [moans]

SWAIN: It'll relax it a minute, OK?

You'll be right.

See how I've packed those around his arm?

SPIDER: Yeah.

Get down to cold storage, get another couple,

take them to Jaffah, get X to do the same thing.

SPIDER: Yes, Swain.

Wait up, Spider.

Does anyone know if Jaffah came into contact

with the waste water that was thrown over Chefo?

No, sir, he didn't.

No, sir.

Are you sure?

He didn't get any on his hand?

Yes, sir, I'm sure.

It hit Chefo, then we got the rest

of the family out of there.

Then they must have got wet during the boarding.

No, sir.

Think again, Buff.

At any point, did they come into contact with sea water?

Yes, sir.

I'm sure.

No one went in the water during the boarding.

Yeah, but sir, they did get a bit damp

when they're stowing the RHIB.

Then, that's when they must've got stung.

Stung?

What are you thinking?

Irukandji jellyfish.

Sir, those tiny little things have killed people.

Was anyone else involved in stowing the RHIB

Charge was.

He's fine.

[pants]

Are you sure that's what he said?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, "Irukandji", whatever that is.

That's caused by jellyfish sting, but I don't know how--

Boss reckons they got it when they were stowing the RHIB.

I didn't see any jellyfish.

Oh, they're tiny, the size of a pinhead.

[moans]

It's OK, Jaffah.

It's just a cold pack.

It's OK.

JAFFAH: [moans]

They're gonna be OK, right?

JAFFAH: [moans]

X?

I-- I don't know spider.

I'm not a doctor.

Yeah, but it's just a jellyfish sting.

Well, severe Irukandji syndrome can be fatal.

I gotta get back up to the bridge.

If there's any change in his condition,

I want you to get Swain right away.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Uh, ma'am.

Sorry.

JAFFAH: [whimpers]

Tell NAVCOM we have two crew members with suspected

Irukandji poisoning.

We need a helicopter with full medivac facilities here now.

Yes, sir.

Nav, at best speed, how long to base?

Just on seven hours, sir.

Charge?

[knocks]

Are you in there?

Just a sec.

NIKKI: Are you OK?

[sighs] Fit as a trout.

Holy--

Looks worse than it is.

Oh, well, it looks terrible.

[scoffs] I'm fine.

Must've just wiped my glove with it.

Anyway, how's Chefo and the kid?

Uh, we're medivacing them back to base.

Are you sure you're OK?

Nav, it takes more than a pin-sized

jellyfish to bring me down.

Just got me on the eyelid, nothing major.

I, uh, borrowed some drops from Swaino's kit.

So, Swain's had a look at it?

Nav, he's got his hands full.

I'm as right as rain.

Honestly.

OK.

Um, Captain wants to see you on the bridge.

[sighs]

NIKKI: Charge!

Coming.

[sniffs, clears throat] You wanted to see me, sir?

We have a serious situation here, Charge.

I'm gonna need your help.

Name it, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: RO's on the phone to NAVCOM

as we speak, organizing a medivac chopper

to rendezvous with us.

We need to get our guys back to base hospital

as soon as possible.

Sir.

Every minute counts, Charge.

We need engine speed.

The more we can close the distance between ourselves

and that chopper, the better chance of survival

we give Chefo and Jaffah.

Understood, sir.

Is there something wrong, Charge?

No, sir.

Then I'd appreciate you looking

at me when I talk to you.

[sighs] Sir.

Did you get that injury while stowing the RHIB?

Nah.

Must've just brush my eye with the back of my glove.

Just stings a bit.

It's nothing serious.

Can you work?

Yes, sir.

I'll give you all she's got.

Good man.

If that eye gets any worse, I want

you to see Swain immediately.

Yes, sir.

[non-english speech]

OK.

Excuse me.

Um, those men, will they be OK?

You speak English?

Yeah, a little.

Um, but will they be OK?

I don't know, ma'am.

I hope so.

Why didn't you speak up before?

You are soldiers with guns.

[laughs] It's uh--

No, no.

Navy.

We're not going to hurt you.

We wanted help.

Our boat, there was the water was coming in, you know, um--

- It was sinking. - Yes.

Mm.

And those men on the other boat, my father

tried to make them understand, but they were--

They shot a flare at you?

Yes!

My mother was hurt.

So, uh, my father must turn boat away.

Uh--

They're bigots, ma'am.

Sorry?

Not nice people.

Um, my name is Samira.

Good to meet you, Samira.

And, uh--

Pete.

Peter.

They call me Buffer.

Buffer?

It's because of my job on this boat.

Petty Officer Bosun.

Call me whatever you like.

OK.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, move back from the side.

Move back from the side.

Um, can you tell her move back for her own safety?

[non-english speech]

[shallow breathing]

Toby, Toby, Toby, come on, man.

- I've gotta go. - Mate, you're on the boat.

I gotta go. I'm gonna be late.

Toby, you're on the boat, mate.

It's-- it's Swaino.

[sobs]

Toby--

My arm.

Oh, my God, it hurts so much.

Mate, I'm really sorry, but I can't give you any more

morphine for a little while.

Oh, my God.

Relax, eh, mate? It's gonna get better.

CHEFO: Aah, Jen--

I promise.

Jen.

Where's Jen?

Jenny's not here, buddy.

It's-- it's Chris.

Jen.

Please.

You're on the boat, buddy.

[breathes heavily] Jen.

[sobs]

Jenny.

It's gonna be fine, mate.

J-- Jen--

JAFFAH: [moans]

It's OK.

Hang in there, mate.

What do you mean, there's no helicopter?

MAN [ON PHONE]: I'm sorry, sir.

We got nothing in your vicinity.

Then get something.

MAN [ON PHONE]: Sir, the nearest helicopter

with medivac facilities is three hours out of Townsville.

All right, with-- with travel and refuelling,

you'll be back at base before it reaches you.

What about civilian rescue?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Committed to pick up a hiker trapped down

Jim Jim Falls.

Won't be back before dark.

Lieutenant, I've got two sailors who

need urgent medical attention!

MAN [ON PHONE]: I understand that, sir.

I-- I can patch through a doctor to advise Swain.

I'm sorry, but it's the best I can do.

MIKE FLYNN: Roger.

I'll let Swain know.

MAN [ON PHONE]: Good luck, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: X, cast off the tow on the foreign vessel.

We need to get back to base as soon as possible.

Aye, sir.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Buffer, bridge.

SPIDER: Ah, it says here this local bloke from Jabiru

found a 10-foot croc in his tool shed.

Reckon he told him to go take his pick, eh?

Yeah, I'll leave the jokes up to you.

[moans]

Jaff!

Jaff, mate, it's me, Spider.

[sighs]

Are you all right?

Are you in pain, mate?

Can you hear me?

How come I got the ugly nurse?

[laughs]

Sir, sir, he's-- he's awake.

Um, should I go tell Swain?

I'm on my way there.

I'll tell him.

How you feeling, Jaffah?

[sighs] Got a blinder of a headache, sir.

How's the hand?

[grunts in pain]

Now, don't try to move it.

[sighs] How did I burn it?

We're pretty sure it's an Irukandji sting.

Chefo?

Got him on the arm.

[sighs]

[non-english speech]

All lines in board.

Free to maneuver.

[engine roars]

I don't understand why they're so upset.

It's not like they had anything valuable.

Razor wire and a one-way ticket home.

BUFFER: What?

Well, that's what they got to look forward to.

Folks, cruise is on us.

Buffer here will take your room service orders.

Get out of my sight.

How is he, Swain?

He's still stable, sir.

Oh.

He was asking for Jen and it seems to help.

Swaino, we got a negative on the medivac.

We're gonna have to sprint to base.

Sir, did anyone tell NAVCOM how serious this is?

These men need to be in a hospital!

We're gonna arrange a radio link with a doctor.

He'll help you through.

Sir, with due respect, a radio link isn't gonna help.

I don't have the drugs or the equipment.

These men need to be in a professional care!

There is no helicopter, Swain.

Do your best.

Sir.

[gagging]

Toby. Toby.

Toby!

Toby!

Chefo?

Chefo! Chefo!

Come on, mate! He's crashing, sir.

Chefo!

We need to do CPR.

You take airways, I'll do compressions.

Here we go.

OK, hang on there.

You ready?

Nav?

Adrenaline, please!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10--

NIKKI: Swain?

Adrenaline.

SWAIN: Check his pulse.

No.

What about now?

[sighs] Oh, come on, Chefo.

Come on, Chefo!

Down 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7-- come on, Chefo!

8, 9, 10-- - I got a pulse.

I got a pulse!

[gasps]

[sputters]

That's it, mate.

Relax.

Hey, kid, get away from the edge.

You have been told before

BUFFER: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

RO, RO, RO.

She's just a kid.

[non-english speech]

She's unhappy because there was

something of hers on the boat.

Samira, I'm sorry, we had to let your boat go.

Oh, I don't care about the boat, you know.

You don't?

No.

We are going to Australia.

This is our dream.

To go to Australia?

Yes.

You want to live in Australia?

Life is better in Australia.

I wouldn't know.

I've never lived anywhere else.

I think so.

Life is better.

Do you have a wife and, er, children?

Me?

No.

Because you are a soldier?

A sailor.

I'm a sailor.

A buffer?

No, a lot of men in the navy get married, have kids.

Chefo was gonna pop the question tonight.

That was his plan before--

I guess I just haven't met the right woman.

Put in a call to NAVCOM regarding

the crew of Black Magic.

Tell them I'm recommending an investigation

by the relevant authority into an assault

against one of our passengers.

How's Chefo?

Stable for the moment.

No telling how long.

KATE MCGREGOR: Sir, I know it's hardly

the time, but with Chefo and Jaffah

both down, and Swain and Spider both--

We're four team members down and

coming up to the dog's watch.

The afternoon watch will have to back up where required.

Oh, and galley duty.

MIKE FLYNN: Find a volunteer to prepare dinner.

Tell them to keep it simple and not to forget our guests.

Yes, sir.

XO, Hammersley.

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

You got a moment, sir?

Yeah, come on in, Buff.

How are they coping?

I explained we had no choice.

Do you think they understood?

Yes, sir.

The young woman speaks some English.

What didn't she say something earlier?

She was scared.

And they were taking water, they needed help

and they came across the motor launch,

and those clowns just shot a flare

at them, injuring her mother.

Public sympathy, unfortunately,

is with the clowns.

Yeah.

Well, they should be charged with assault, sir.

Thanks, Buff.

The little one, Sara, is seven.

And Samira has just turned 21.

I'll take a note of that.

I can't see what good would be served

in placing them in detention.

They're hardly a risk to national security, sir.

Anything else?

My grandparents.

Sir, they risked their lives to come here after the war.

They didn't have any papers, so they bribed

their way if they had to.

They contributed a lot of this country, sir.

But nowadays, we call people like them "illegals".

We don't wanna know about them.

Lock them up, send them back.

It's not our decision to make.

You know that, Pete.

Sir.

Please, let go! Ma'am,

- I can't let you past. - [non-english speech]

Calm down.

Calm down. Ma'am, OK.

We'll find her.

Sara!

OK.

Let me just-- just-- - Hey, Samira.

Let me go.

Buffer, Sara miss.

Her sister. Her sister.

Where is she?

She's gone. Miss.

She's not on quarterdeck.

- Sara! - Please, ma'am.

Just-- - Samira.

Samira, I will find her. I will--

Please.

- --find her - It's OK, ma'am.

BUFFER: Sara!

If you just follow me down to the quarterdeck.

Please. BUFFER: Sara!

- Please. - No.

Buffer will find her, OK?

BUFFER: Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

"You slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler.

You got a lot of guts turning up here after what you pulled."

Give in.

Ah, Spider, mate, come on!

"Star Wars", episode five, Lando Calrissian?

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

Yeah.

"Would someone get this big hollering

carpet out of my way?"

That's more like it.

[breathes sharply]

Are you all right, mate?

Yeah, I'm OK.

[pants]

Hey, um, any chance of some more morphine?

Oh, Swaino said not for another hour.

[scoffs] Wasn't that an hour ago?

Nah, sorry, mate.

Ah, stuff it.

I'll just cross to the dark side.

BUFFER: Spider?

Have you seen the refugee girl, Sara?

Ah, why would be down here, Buff?

Well, she's gotta be somewhere.

JAFFAH: Hey, Buff, what's your favorite "Star Wars" quote?

BUFFER: What?

Jaffah's specialty subject.

Where the hell!

Chewbacca!

Am I right?

[both laughing]

BUFFER: Sara!

Sara!

[ominous music playing]

Her sister noticed her missing?

Yes, sir.

OK.

Search the entire ship again.

Use all available crew. Move.

Aye, sir.

[door shuts]

Nav, plot a search area, allowing for current and wind

conditions.

Yes, sir.

Any other vessels within striking distance?

No, sir.

A search will take hours and the chances of success are--

Slim.

At best, I know.

And Chefo's condition.

MIKE FLYNN: I'm aware of the choices

here, X. Let's hope like hell we find the kid.

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

KATE MCGREGOR: Sir, all search teams

report no trace of the girl.

Then we've got to assume she went overboard.

We're turning around.

Nav, reverse our course.

Sir, Chefo needs proper medical attention.

He needs to get to a hospital now.

I know that, Swain.

But we have a duty to this girl.

SWAIN: With all due respect, sir,

what about our duty to Chef Toby Jones?

What do we tell his family if he doesn't make it?

Let me know if there's any change in his condition.

Dismissed.

I gave you an order, Nav.

Sir.

Starboard 20.

Starboard 20.

Let's find this girl.

I can't believe we're heading back for that kid.

I keep telling her, keep away from the side.

RO.

RO, RO.

You seem like a discerning kind of guy.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

I like to think so.

Hmm.

I'm curious, have you ever had any restaurant experience?

I did happen to work for a couple of months

in a Darlinghurst cafe.

Oh, it's perfect.

Why?

You've just volunteered for galley duty.

I want you to prepare dinner for the crew.

Nothing too elaborate.

Oh, is disgusting in there.

And don't forget our guests.

CHARGE: Ow!

Still causing you grief?

Ah, compared to Chefo and the kid,

I got nothing to complain about.

Oh, Jaffah's feeling better.

He reckons I can do more good up here, ma'am.

[gasps]

Three months working in a cafe in Darlinghurst

doesn't qualify me to feed these morons.

Yeah, don't blame me.

I didn't volunteer.

They get what they get, and if I hear one complaint--

[soft clattering]

MIKE FLYNN: Well done, RO.

Go easy on her now.

What should be done with the little brat, sir?

Take her back to her family.

Sir?

It's OK, Sara.

No one's gonna hurt you.

RO: Well, surely, some sort of punishment, sir?

MIKE FLYNN: She's just a frightened child.

Didn't you ever hide in the cupboard when you were scared,

Robert?

No.

Take her back to her family.

Yes, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: Oh, and RO?

How's dinner coming along?

It's all on track, sir.

[door shuts]

Hey, Jaff, you'll never guess what happened.

RO found that kid hiding in one of the cupboards in the galley.

Jaff?

Jaff, mate, are you awake?

Swain!

Swain!

I don't know why he's dead, sir.

He shouldn't be.

He was-- he was getting better.

I-- I must--

I must have missed something.

He said he had a bad headache.

And sometimes, Irukandji sting can

cause elevated blood pressure.

Perhaps that brought on a cerebral hemorrhage.

I don't-- I don't know.

You did everything you could, Chris.

Well, I spent more time with Chefo, sir.

I thought he was at the greatest risk.

I-- I should have kept a closer watch on Jaff.

You were operating under difficult circumstances.

You didn't have drugs, equipment.

And you're not a doctor.

Yeah, but I was all he had, sir.

[FIRMLY] Swain.

You need to focus on looking after Chefo.

Understood?

I let him down, sir.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: Good.

Carry on.

How old was he?

I don't know, sir.

[sniffs]

Bill?

Sir.

Relax.

I'm just here to see if you're OK.

You and Jaff were mates.

Signed up on the same day, sir.

He's the clown of the class.

I shouldn't have left him alone, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: It's OK, Bill.

I want you to tell me about him.

Sir?

MIKE FLYNN: He slipped under my radar.

My fault. But I have to write to his family.

And I'd appreciate your help, if that's all right by you.

Yes, sir.

I'd be honored.

[sniffs]

Everyone OK?

Sara?

OK?

Yes, OK.

Thank you.

Samira?

Yeah?

Um, when we get back to the port--

I go to school?

Sorry?

Learn better English, I go to school.

Samira--

I say something wrong?

No.

Are you angry?

No, it's just--

SAMIRA: What?

There may not be any school.

Huh?

At least, not until your claim for refugee status is assessed.

Now, until then, you and your family

will be placed in detention.

No, no, me no understand.

Buffer, what mean "detention"?

It's a kind of camp.

It's nothing to do with us.

Prison?

Buffer?

Samira, I am sorry.

That's how it is.

I just wanted you to hear it from me.

[food sizzles]

All right.

Oh!

Fantastic.

Dammit!

Smells good there, RO.

Yes.

Very funny.

[ro coughs in the distance]

Is your eye all right?

Oh, I nicked some, uh, some drops from your kit.

They helped.

He's gonna want it when he wakes up.

[WHISPERS] Yeah, right.

I'll leave you to it.

[sniffs]

Tobes.

Toby?

Toby, what's wrong, mate?

[sniffs]

SWAIN: Tobes?

[sniffs] Who's in my galley?

[both laugh]

[ship horn sounds softly]

[chefo speaks inaudibly]

Yes, I'm fine.

Will you marry me?

Oh.

[sighs]

Another one bites the dust.

[blows whistle]

MIKE FLYNN [VOICEOVER]: "Dear Mr. And Mrs. Jaffah.

It is with great sadness that I write to you as Seaman John

Jaffah's commanding officer.

Words cannot lessen your grief.

I hope it comes as some small comfort to know,

your son was a fine young man and a fine sailor.

His sense of humor, his devotion to duty

and his loyalty to his friends, made him an asset to the navy,

and in particular, to the HMAS Hammersley.

He will be greatly missed by all who had the honor

and privilege to serve with him, and he will never be forgotten.

Again, I offer you my most heartfelt condolences.

May the force be with Jaffah.

Yours sincerely, Mike Flynn."

[theme music]