Original subtitles

[THUNDER RUMBLING, LIGHTNING CRACKLING]

[electronic beeping]

Can you give us any more revs, Charge?

CHARGE [OVER COMMS]: Revs are on the high side

and the props are coming clear in the roughest.

But I reckon she'll cope with a few more.

OK, roger.

[door opens, closes]

MIKE FLYNN [OVER LOUDSPEAKER]: Do you hear there?

Captain speaking.

You'll be pleased to know we're nearly through the worst of it

and we'll have clear skies by morning.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

[HIGH PITCHED, ACCENTED VOICE] Ah, Buffer, you kiss me.

Kiss me.

Unlike some of us, ET, I've got standards.

I reckon our Buffer's a one-fish kind of guy.

Woo-hoo!

[grunts]

Woo-hoo!

[laughter]

Right-o, you lot, I want these uppers cleared

for a fresh water wash down.

Spider, you're in charge.

Yes, Buff.

The storm overnight sure made a mess.

You ever seen it blow as big, ET?

No, I slept like a baby.

Didn't feel a thing.

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

You're pulling my chain, right?

The waves were massive.

They were at least 20 meters.

[laughs]

20 meters, eh, Spider?

You sure you weren't asleep, too?

- [laughs] - Squid for breakfast.

[plop]

[laughs] Looks like we did some illegal fishing in that storm.

[laughs] You were saying?

I believe you, Spider.

How else did we get all this seafood up here?

[dramatic music]

Hey!

There's something big floating in the water, right ahead,

200 yards!

ET [OVER COMMS]: Attention, bridge.

Attention, bridge.

RO reports something in the water, dead ahead.

I have a visual.

Captain has the ship. Port 30.

Stop both engines.

Port 30.

Stop both engines.

100 yards and closing, right ahead.

30 port along, sir.

Both engines stopped.

Very good.

Full astern, both engines.

Full astern, both engines.

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

Let's go take a look.

Stop both engines.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Stop both engines.

NAV: It's standard dry van by the looks of it.

Swept off the deck of a container ship in the storm?

Or a smaller coastal trader?

That was a fortunate miss, boss.

Understatement, Nav.

Probably would have breached our hull.

Take the com back, X. Put us bow into the wind,

downwind of the container.

I don't want us floating into it.

Good eyes, RO, or should that be "ship's look out"?

Just a lucky spot, sir.

We'll need to record the container's

serial number before we decide what to do with it.

Who's up for a recce?

It will mean one of you in the drink.

Suit up, RO.

He always goes paper.

[theme music]

[music fades]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

Well, can't get any closer.

If we catch this thing on any sharp edges,

we'll be swimming home.

So I'll, uh, keep an eye out for sharks.

It's a 20-foot ISO container.

And you can't say a BIC code.

Ah, all right.

I'll go have a look.

Charlie 2, this is Romeo 2.

There doesn't appear to be any numbers on the container.

Over.

Roger, Romeo 2.

We might have to sink it.

Over.

Whoa, what about maritime salvaging rights?

There could be a Ferrari inside this thing.

And who's going to drive it back to base from here, you?

According to Customs, there's been no report

of a ship losing cargo.

But who knows?

Sir, it's been in the water a while.

Do you want me to prep a gunnery shoot, sir?

I'd prefer to know what's inside it first.

Buff.

We don't want to create an environmental hazard.

As opposed to a shipping hazard.

You've got to point, X. Prep the 50 cal.

Aye, aye, sir.

There's an open hatch on the underside.

And what's in it?

Nothing.

It's just full of water.

So what's keeping it afloat?

An air pocket.

[laughs]

Romeo 2, this is Charlie 2.

Any luck with the serial number?

Over.

Uh, negative, sir.

But RO reports the container is empty.

Over.

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: Well, that's good news.

Head back to Hammersley, ET.

We're going to sink the container with the machine gun.

Roger.

Hey, ET, you see that?

Some sort of vent.

So?

Well, these things are normally sealed air-tight.

Keep the moisture out.

Well, there's going to be plenty

of moisture inside this thing when the 50 cal's had it's way.

Now come on.

No, I'm going to swim underneath,

inside it, see what's keeping it above the waterline.

You said it's an air pocket.

But with the vent up the top over here,

it would have escaped out.

No, no, RO, RO, RO--

I-- ah.

50 cal gun screw, close up, clear away.

Provide ammunition to the mount.

Providing ammunition to the mount.

[grunts] All right, I'm taking bets to see

how many rounds it'll take.

My money's on a single shot.

One shot for me.

Trust the spider.

I'll vote for three.

I think you boys might miss the first couple.

Woo, Nav doesn't think much of our gunnery skills.

Let's focus on the job at hand.

Sorry, boss.

If the Navy permitted a wager, I'd bet

on two rounds of the 50 cal.

I'm with you, sir.

There's a false bulkhead about halfway in.

There must be a recess of air above that,

keeping it floating.

Oh, right.

You mean an air pocket!

Come on.

It's got a false wall, ET.

It suggests smugglers.

Or a partition to separate the goods.

Come on.

Let's get in the boat.

We're going.

What are they doing out there?

Having a fish?

[dramatic music]

Give them the hurry up, X.

KATE MCGREGOR [OVER COMMS]: Romeo 2, we've got

a waypoint to make by lunchtime.

Hurry it up. - Roger.

You heard the lady.

Come on.

[coughing]

RO?

Ah, god, what's this clown doing now?

[thud]

Hello?

[laughter]

Do you have a problem there, ET?

Negative, sir.

No problem.

What are you doing?

RO, get back in the boat!

I heard something!

It sounded like someone coughing.

Probably water swishing around, but--

[thudding]

What the hell is he doing?

What the hell are you doing?

ET, I'm starting to lose my patience.

I want you to order RO into the rib.

Over.

Hello!

This is the Australian Navy.

Is there anybody in there?

RO, if you don't get back inside this boat,

I swear I'm going to--

[thudding]

Charlie 2, this is Romeo 2.

We're going to need some bolt cutters here immediately.

There seems to be someone trapped inside the container.

Over.

[dramatic music]

There's more than one.

Not certain of their language.

Could be Vietnamese, could be Mandarin.

RO reports there's more than one inside.

Unsure of nationality.

Roger that.

Prepare the quarterdeck.

[dramatic music]

[creaking, thud]

Ow!

Ah!

[creaking]

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

Hey, hey, take it easy, guys.

Take it easy.

Just a little at a time, OK?

Stay warm.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Passport here, North Korean.

You're Korean?

North Korean?

Pyongyang.

Hey, RO, how's your Korean?

About as good as my Swedish.

Imagine getting stuck in a tin can like that.

No wonder they're freaked out.

Well, at least they can have a wash now,

get rid of some of that stink.

Why can't they just have a shower in the junior's?

Spider, it's against quarantine regulations.

They have to remain on the quarterdeck.

It just doesn't seem right, that's all.

Do you really want to share your rack

with some smelly illegal?

Right.

Hey, RO, why don't you go below and get

out of your stinger suit?

I'm all right.

It wasn't a request.

[dramatic music]

Five North Korean nationals, all

in need of varying degrees of medical treatment,

none serious.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: What's your ETA to base, sir?

1600.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Roger.

We'll have ambulances standing by.

Sir, we've just received radio communication

from a registered vessel Envy Moonshine

requesting a rendezvous.

What's their trouble?

I couldn't quite make out the nature of it.

Their radio must be playing up.

It was a very garbled transmission.

Position?

Approximately 10 miles southwest of us.

Roger.

We'll rendezvous with them on our way back to base.

Aye, sir.

[dramatic music]

Yeah, about, uh, 10 miles northeast of here.

We nearly ran into it in the storm last night.

Sir, uh, the gentleman aboard fishing vessel Moonshine

are reporting a derelict shipping container.

You'll be happy to know we've already dealt with it, fellas.

Oh, right.

Yeah, well, we would have blown it out of the water

if we had the firepower.

Looks like you've got just about everything

else on that boat.

Yeah, yeah, she's a beauty, isn't she?

Named her after my very famous home brew.

[laughter]

Hey, Spider, is that you, mate?

How you going?

How are those crabs we gave you?

[laughter]

They're talking about seafood.

They gave me some crabs on Bright Island.

[laughter]

Chefo, tell them about the crabs in the freezer.

Well, I don't know what you're talking about, mate.

[laughs]

Well, then, hooroo, Spider.

Keep up the good work, mate.

See you later, fellas. - See ya.

See you.

Spider.

Sir?

You met those fishermen on Bright Island?

Yes, sir.

When we were rescuing the marine biologist,

they gave me a bag of crabs they'd been collecting.

Pretty flash boat for a couple of crab harvesters.

Well, they're nice crabs, Charge.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

Sir, the Buffer said you were down here.

Just decoding a deltext.

None of the North Koreans speak any English.

So getting any useful information out of them

is almost impossible.

That's a job for immigration.

Mhm.

The fishermen just now, and Spider's crabs,

I noticed you eyeballing their boat.

You can't get away from Bright Island, can you?

Do you still think there's more to that place

than the official word?

I'm still unclear as to why the feds are involved.

Well, I'm sure if something serious was going on there,

they would never have let Ursula Morrell back on the island.

You'd think so.

Although Ursula seems to have disappeared,

and I can't locate her.

If you're really concerned, you should definitely

notify the feds about it.

This is from Marshall informing me

that Robert's father has died.

What?

[clears throat] Taking over my duties, sir?

Take a seat, RO.

RO, one of the most difficult aspects

of my job as commanding officer of this ship

is having to give people bad news.

How can I help you, sir?

It's my unfortunate duty to inform you that your father has

just passed away.

Please accept my deepest condolences,

on behalf of myself and of the entire ship's company.

[poignant music]

I'm sorry.

I thought for a second then you were going to sack me.

[poignant music]

Hey.

Hey.

How are they?

Well, Swain says it's only minor cuts and abrasions.

But, um, he's doing the best he can.

But he hasn't got much to work with.

Well, that's all anyone can ask.

Yeah, well, if you ask me, I think their problems

go a lot further than the physical.

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

You can't be up here.

If you just come with me back to the quarterdeck.

It's all right. It-- you just-- it's OK.

It's going to be OK.

Oh, that's all right.

I got it.

I-- OK, that's yours.

That's yours.

Back to the quarterdeck, thank you.

[sighs]

Is there anyone you want to call, RO?

No.

You can organize leave when we get back to port.

I'll pierhead-jump a replacement.

Well, if it's all the same with you, sir,

I'd rather keep working.

Well, you'll need some time off, at least for the funeral.

I won't be going to any funeral, sir.

Ah, [sighs] I better get back to work.

OK, RO.

By the way, well done this morning.

Thank you, sir.

Do you have any insight into what just happened there?

Oh, you mean the absolute lack of reaction?

Yeah.

Unfortunately not.

I don't have any idea of RO's family circumstances,

but that was disturbing.

And he doesn't make you feel like you can ask.

It's like there's this brick wall.

For a communicator, he is strangely uncommunicative.

Well, people react to loss in different ways, I guess.

His father couldn't be that old.

Maybe he's in shock.

In which case, there may be a delayed reaction.

Well, that's true.

We should be alert for it.

It could become a duty of care issue.

Keep an eye on him, X.

Yeah.

[poignant music]

[sighs]

[music turns somber]

[non-english speech]

Get your stinking sack out of my face.

[suspenseful music]

Hey, you all right, mate?

Swain!

He's bleeding!

Where from?

Hey, what's going on?

He's down.

We've got to get him down below.

Can you grab the kit, mate?

[grunts] You've got him.

[dramatic music]

All right, just set him up here.

OK, Robert, Robert?

You still with us?

Robert?

He must have cut his arm opening up that container.

He was fine when he got back to the boat.

Yeah, the salt water, the compression of the stinger suit

could have stemmed the blood flow for a bit.

Hey, Robert. - What?

- Wake up. - What?

What? - Wake up.

I'm all right.

You did a shocking job of wrapping this, man.

Yeah, well, I only had one arm.

Ooh.

I don't have the equipment or the expertise

to deal with this.

This needs proper cleaning and suturing.

No, stuff it.

Just-- just wrap it tight and I'll hold on till we get home.

[indistinct shouting]

Oh, no, no. You can't come in here.

I'm afraid [inaudible].

[non-english speech]

Sir-- sir--

[interposing voices]

Come with me, please.

I doctor, I--

I-- I help.

Doctor.

I help.

[dramatic music]

Looks pretty good to me.

I don't think I'm going to touch it.

You're not going to restitch it?

What for?

The stitches are neat and clean.

They're excellent, in fact.

I couldn't improve on that.

I'm just going to give you a little jab.

The file says you're due for a tetanus.

So who's fine needlework is this anyway,

the ship's medical officer?

[beeping]

Sir.

Glad you had that bag.

Do you speak English?

Yes, some.

You should've told us.

It would have helped us communicate

a little better with you.

[sighs]

Afraid, sent back, Pyongyang.

Arrest by government.

Shot.

Yeah, yeah, I understand.

Still-- anyway, I just wanted to say thank you.

Oh, boat, ah, ship, you find?

The ship that you were on?

No, we haven't.

But we're looking, the Navy Coastwatch.

You must find.

Others on ship.

What?

There are-- sorry, other-- other people?

Other-- other people being smuggled?

Other box.

My-- my wife, son.

You must find.

You must find!

Please!

Please!

MIKE FLYNN: So how good is this man's English?

Rudimentary, sir.

But I've gathered there are four of them

in the second container, including

his wife and his teenage son.

All wanting a better life.

Sir, we find that container.

We have to rescue these people.

Coastwatch is the lookout--

No, sir.

I mean that Hammersley should join in the search

now that we know that there are others on board.

Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm, RO.

And I'll certainly contact NAVCOM.

Thank you, sir.

In the meantime, RO, you should take some time ashore,

attend your father's funeral.

I prefer to stay aboard Hammersley,

sir, and help in the search for the missing illegals.

I've got to admit, RO, I'm having trouble

understanding your rationale.

You know you're entitled to compassionate

leave at this time.

With respect, sir, it's quite simple.

My father's dead.

Going to his funeral isn't going to change that,

but these people are still alive.

I can make a difference here.

According to the statement this Dr. Sung gave Immigration,

they boarded the boat in Denpasar.

And you plucked them out of the ocean, what, there?

Correct, sir.

Which gives us a likely route and an area

to focus our search on.

Yeah, now it's my guess the smugglers will let them

off somewhere east of Darwin.

If they haven't done so already.

Well, that's a reasonable assumption, sir.

What?

You don't agree with it?

The news of the Koreans is already over the wire.

Now they'll know that we've surmised their likely route.

The coast east of here is going to be heavily monitored.

So where are they headed?

Well, as master of the ship, I'd turn southwest and look

for somewhere off this coast.

It's an awfully long coastline, sir.

No, look, Hammersley can have a look in the southwest.

Get onto Coastwatch.

Get them to get a plane up at first light.

Thank you, sir.

Agent Murphy. - Commander.

You seem to be living here.

Oh, I'm just tidying up some paperwork.

Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you.

Have you heard anything recently from Ursula

Morrell, the marine biologist?

Well, it seems you know her a hell of a lot better than I do.

Why would I have heard from her.

I have reason to believe that she may have disappeared.

From her home or from the city?

All I know for certain is that she's

moved out of her apartment.

Well, it's a free country.

People move out of apartments all the time.

What if it wasn't voluntary?

Then it's a matter for local cops, mate.

If you're concerned, file a missing persons report.

I just thought you might be interested, that's all,

given that she's connected with your investigation.

What investigation?

The mysterious poisoning of a colleague, Bright Island?

Not so mysterious, tragic accident.

Well, that was your conclusion, was it?

Ah, Greg.

Good timing.

I'm sorry.

Have you finished?

Yeah, we're finished.

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Coastwatch have ID'd three vessels within our search area

that have containers on their decks.

Here, here, and here.

This one is the Kamakura Express out of Nagasaki.

She did berth at Denpasar, but she's around 7,000 TEU.

Too big to have lost a container.

These other two are smaller coastal traders,

The Prince Alexander and the Pacific Mariner.

We're unsure of their ports of call.

OK, plot us a course to the nearest vessel now.

If one of those ships has lost a container,

it shouldn't be too hard to tell.

Once we're close.

What?

Could you give me a little bit of space here, RO?

Sorry, mate.

[sighs]

[electronic beeping]

[dramatic music]

NAV [OVER COMMS]: Coming up on our first contact, sir.

Roger that, Nav.

RO, commence contact procedure.

I have a visual, green 5 far.

I took your advice, by the way.

Spoke to Agent Murphy about Ursula Morrell.

I didn't get much joy there.

But at least I tried.

He didn't think her disappearance was suspicious?

He didn't seem to react when I told him

she'd vacated her apartment.

Are you saying--

what are you saying?

I find it strange when someone ups and leaves

without even a goodbye.

Is that right?

You really do see things in terms of black and white,

don't you, X?

The Pacific Mariner's slowing, sir.

I can see that, RO.

And she's missing a container off her deck.

Request to be part of the boarding party, sir.

Go for it.

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

Australian Navy, sir.

Anyone else on board?

Uh, the crew.

Let me give you a hand there.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor from Australian warship Hammersley.

And your name is?

Richard Gallagher.

Call me Rick.

Are you master of this vessel, Mr. Gallagher?

And it's owner.

We've been tasked under the Customs Act

to search vessels in this area.

Would you be able to tell me what's in these containers?

I'll show you, if you like.

Thank you.

Captain looks a bit of a rogue, in a good way.

[dramatic music]

I can see to the back.

No false wall.

Are you missing any containers?

We unloaded these two yesterday.

Law and order here, eh?

And what about this one?

Are you the commander on the ship?

Executive officer.

So I see.

[clatter]

Island Spring Water.

Yeah, it's not a bad drop.

I'd offer you all a bottle.

But the container is not refrigerated.

These crates are stacked to see in.

We're going to have to pull them all out.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

I can't see all the way to the back, ma'am.

[thudding]

I'm satisfied they're not here.

I'm not, ma'am.

I recommend that we empty the container.

And your recommendation is noted.

Let's wrap things up here.

Ma'am, I really insist that we at least take some of these

out-- - Leader, return to the RHIB.

- They might still be in there. - Leader--

They could still be alive.

--return to the RHIB now.

[dramatic music]

I apologize for that.

No need.

You handled it really well.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

It's not every day I'm boarded by the Navy.

You've given me a great story to tell at the pub tonight.

[laughs]

Reporting from Coastwatch, sir.

They've spotted a derelict vessel adrift a few miles south

of our position.

They can't raise anyone on VHF.

Thanks.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

Anything to report there?

Over.

Negative, sir.

Everything seems to be in order here.

Over.

Then it's time to head home, X. Charlie 2, out.

ET, let's go.

[suspenseful music]

I hope you find what you're looking for.

[engine revving]

[electronic beeping]

[dramatic music]

[knocking] - You wanted to see me, ma'am?

Come in.

I don't appreciate my authority being tested

as you did on that boarding.

I will not tolerate it.

Yes, ma'am.

I realize I overstepped the mark.

It was out of concern for the missing Koreans.

Yes, your sensitivity has been obvious to everyone.

Now, I am going to overlook it this time only

in view of your circumstances.

What circumstances?

Your recent bereavement.

I can only assume it caused you to behave irrationally.

Well, you're wrong about that, ma'am.

Zip it, RO and take advantage of my compassion

on this occasion.

X?

Ma'am!

I am warning you.

I'm not feeling grief.

I'm relieved.

My father was a mongrel.

He was emotionally and psychologically abusive.

He was a drunk.

And I'm relieved he's dead because it gives me closure.

Now, I-- I understand that that must seem strange to you.

I know that family relationships aren't

supposed to be like that.

But my-- my--

RO, I'm very sorry.

Ma'am, I'm not looking for your sympathy.

I'm only telling you this because I feel I owe you

an explanation for my behavior.

Your explanation is accepted.

You haven't heard it yet.

Dr. Sung's a decent man.

And I wanted to help reunite him with his family.

He's a man that does deserve to have a child.

[poignant music]

Derelict vessel is stationary, range 1,000 yards.

Fishing vessel on my port bow, this is Australian warship,

channel 1-6.

Over.

Captain Rick, eh?

Looked cute at long distance.

Very average up close though.

Very average.

FAIDEX, X.

Do you hear there?

XO speaking.

We haven't been able to raise the adrift vessel.

We're going to investigate whether assistance is required.

Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Derelict fishing, but it looks kind of familiar, sir.

It certainly does.

It belongs to your fishing mates.

[dramatic music]

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

What have we got? Over.

There's no sign of the two fishermen.

And the boat, it's been ransacked.

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: Ransacked?

Yeah, totally cleaned out.

Fairly suspicious, wouldn't you say?

X?

Console's a mess.

GPS, radar, fish finer, SAT phone,

all ripped out of their housings.

What do you reckon, pirates?

What, in these waters?

Anything's possible.

X, you need to see this.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

I can't believe that I was only speaking to the guy

yesterday.

I wonder what happened to his mate, Carl.

If armed bandits ransacked the boat and murdered Sam,

you'd think we would've found Carl's body as well.

Unless this Carl bloke had something to do with it.

It's crap, ET.

You saw them.

They were mates.

Man, I was down below when they rocked up.

I didn't see anything.

How well did you know this guy, Spider?

Apart from yesterday, I'd only met

them the once on Bright Island.

They seemed like pretty cool dudes.

Well, look, you know, we don't know

what happened on that boat.

And they could have taken Carl with them

as a hostage or something.

Well, why can't we keep searching instead of going off

on this container ship, Buff?

Mm, fed's jurisdiction now, mate.

We've got our own job to do.

I conducted a handover of the boat to the federal police.

But waiting for them's cost us precious time.

I understand that, Mike.

But we have to bow to proper procedure.

What's your current status?

We're on a southwesterly course

to intercept the second vessel of interest.

OK, we've had no luck in the Arafura Sea.

Getting a lot of stick from Canberra.

Just keep me informed.

Will do, sir.

And if there's any news from the feds on Carl Davies,

I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on.

STEVE MARSHALL [OVER COMMS]: Roger, Mike.

Contact is still bearing 2-1-5.

Speed steady at 12 knots.

Range 10 nautical miles.

Would you like me to try on raise them, sir?

Negative, X. I don't want them picking up steam.

Us, on the other hand, increase 24.

Revolutions 8-8-0.

Revolutions 8-8-0.

[dramatic music]

KATE MCGREGOR: I have the visual right ahead.

Target's picked up speed.

She's now on a course of 2-0-5, speed 15 knots.

That'll be her top speed.

Port 10, steer 2-0-0.

Port 10, steer 2-0-0.

MIKE FLYNN: Let's make our introductions, Nav.

Prince Alexander, this is Australian warship.

Stop, heave to.

I intend to board you.

Close to 0-0, sir.

Very good.

Prince Alexander, this is Australian warship.

Stop, heave to.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Prince Alexander, you have

no permission to come aboard.

No permission to come aboard.

That's what he thinks.

Make sure the gun is visible.

Aye, sir.

Gunner of the watch, stand to.

NAV [OVER LOUDSPEAKER]: Trading vessel on my port bow,

you should stop, heave to.

We intend to board you.

Prince Alexander, stop.

Heave to, or I will fire upon you.

No response, sir.

Recommend burst of fire ahead of the bow.

Roger.

One short burst, ahead of the bow.

Gunner action.

[weapon clicking]

Instant.

One burst of three to five rounds,

50 yards ahead of the bow.

Engage!

[weapon firing]

Check, check, check.

Take a search party, X.

Aye, sir.

Request to be part of that search party, sir.

Not this time, RO.

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

What is this?

What do you want?

Get off my ship!

You've no right at all to--

Sir, stop right there.

Calm down, please, sir.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor from Australian warship Hammersley.

You are in Australia's contiguous zone.

I have every right to board you.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

We have the vessel under control.

Low threat.

We're commencing our search now.

Over.

Roger, X. Charlie 2, out.

Buffer.

Sir, we would like to inspect your ship's manifest.

Would you send one of your crew to retrieve it, please?

Sir?

[clanging]

[door opens]

Your last port of call was Denpasar,

three days ago, correct?

We pick up furniture.

All the paperwork is all there.

It's no problem.

All the containers are accounted for.

Serial numbers match up.

Doesn't seem to be any discrepancies there, ma'am.

[door opens]

Hey, Buffer, could have been doctored?

Maybe, yes.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

Sit rep, over.

This is X-ray 2.

The containers would appear to be legitimate

and all accounted for.

Over.

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: What's your instinct tell you, X?

[dramatic music]

I know they're here.

Over.

Roger.

Out.

Buffer.

I want everything out of this one.

Ah, sir!

Spider!

Sir, step back.

Step back.

There's a false bulkhead here.

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

X?

[dramatic music]

Chefo!

[cheering, glasses clanking]

Well, I want food.

No, strippers.

No strippers!

Come on, strippers!

[all shouting encouragement]

It's not a buck's turn, guys.

If there are going to be strippers,

I'm staying right here.

Jen would have my goolies, and you know i.

Well, she's not going to know.

[interposing voices]

[laughter]

No strippers, all right?

Just a quiet night out on the town in celebration

of Chefo's engagement.

Thank you, Charge.

And a couple of lap dances later.

[cheering]

[laughter]

Thanks.

Same again, thanks.

Let me guess, rum, straight up.

That's what sailors drink, right?

Only at sea, a hundred years ago.

Now we drink--

House shiraz, love.

Here, let me.

Thank you.

Is this your local?

No, not usually.

I'm just looking for an audience to brag

to about my big naval adventure.

Adventure?

Ta, hey, that was the highlight of my month.

Might just be another standard day for you.

Well, sure, yeah, in amongst communist refugees,

people smugglers, murder on the high seas.

[laughs]

Murder?

Yeah, a couple of fishermen.

Their boat was ransacked, one dead, one missing.

You can never be too careful out there.

I'll have to keep that in mind.

Mm.

[indistinct conversation]

Here he is.

Sir!

Hey, hey!

We're going to hit the tiles for Chefo's engagement.

Charge is in charge. Let's go.

It's going to be a good night, sir.

Not tonight, Buffer.

I think I'll have one quiet bevy, then hit the sack early.

Sir!

Oh, all right.

You know where we'll be.

Have a good one.

All right, see you, sir.

Where's X?

At the bar, sir.

Look after her, sir.

Get you a drink, gorgeous?

Um, uh, no.

I'm all right.

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[knocking]

[gasps] Oh, Sung!

Sung.

Ah.

[non-english speech]

[laughter and crying with joy]

Oh, [laughs] Thank you.

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