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[music playing]

[fog horn in distance]

The King rules!

All right, Spide?

I wonder which one of these is yours?

What happened?

They took him.

I couldn't stop them.

They took him?

Took who?

Thor.

FLYNN: As you know, early this morning, persons unknown

boarded this boat and removed our mascot, the Mighty Thor.

It's got to be the Kingston, boss.

They're still steamed up about us showing them up in Kakadu.

Kingston left port at first light.

Their commanding officer, Dick Curry--

BOTH: Spicy Donger!

Lieutenant Commander, Richard Curry, Chefo--

I'm sorry, sir.

-- who I've spoken to by sat phone, denies

any knowledge of the event.

The fact remains, Hemmersley was boarded,

which is unacceptable under any circumstances.

Well, we're going after them right, boss?

I mean, we've got to get our hammer god back.

We'll be casting off as scheduled.

Make ready.

Good one, Spider.

Hey, it could have happened to any of us.

Sorry, guys.

If we don't get that little guy back, we're toast.

ET: It's supposed to be bad luck to lose a mascot.

It is bad luck, you mark my words.

Lets go, Spide.

[theme music]

It feels wrong without the little guy out there.

Well, Naval Security didn't report

any incidents last night, so it has to have been an inside job.

Steer 295.

Steer 295.

The Kingston's got a good two hours head start on us, sir.

Course 295 ma'am.

Very good.

Who said we're going after the Kingston, Nav?

Right, sir.

Course we're not.

Come on, Hammersley!

Come on!

Who's got the hammer now?

SPIDER: How are we going to get him back?

Sir will just ask nice and polite,

and they'll send him over on a line.

And if Spicy Donger says no?

Storm the boat and tear their heads off.

Buff, look!

[men jeering]

They've got him in hot pants.

They'll pay.

Oh, they'll pay big time.

Lieutenant Commander Curry, what an unexpected pleasure.

LT. CMR.

CURRY [ON COMM]: As always, Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

I've got that info you're after.

[men cheering]

BUFFER: Hang on.

We're not pulling alongside.

Come on!

What the hell?

Right-o.

Get back to work.

Uh!

Look, just let it go, Chefo.

Don't give them the satisfaction.

LT. CMR.

CURRY [ON COMM]: She was making about 10 knots,

tracking for Sawu Island.

Master sounded like a friendly chap.

They always do.

Thanks for the heads up, Richard.

Fair winds.

LT. CMR.

CURRY [ON COMM]: You too, Mike.

Sir, they were waving Thor right under our nose.

I saw enough.

They'll keep.

Replot a course based on Kingston's intel.

We're going after the Pacific Mariner.

Nav?

Yes, sir.

How did you know the Pacific Mariner had been the area?

Everything has to be somewhere, X?

Please.

OK, I didn't.

But I knew our course would cross with Kingston's when I

rang Spicy Donger this morning.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking

I was calling explicitly about Thor, especially if he

wasn't party to the abduction.

Which he obviously is.

Up to his eyeballs.

Anyway, I asked him to keep an eye out for the Pacific

Mariner, and bingo.

Looks like we can knock Chefo's bad luck theory on the head.

Maybe, maybe not.

X, Carl Davies is a person of interest to the AFP.

Sir, with respect, sir, why aren't we leaving this to them?

Because in a few hours, the Pacific Mariner will be

out of our territorial waters.

Once they berth in Sawu, Davies can

easily slip away and disappear.

Again, sir, surely that's a matter for the AFP to liaise

with the local authorities.

We already know they're onto this guy.

Someone put a bullet through Sam Murray's head.

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

Named her after my very finest home brew!

[laughs]

That someone's most likely Carl Davies.

If not him, then surely he was a witness to the murder.

It's all connected--

Sam Murray, Carl Davies, Lisa Holmes, Bright Island.

Ursula Morrell.

The Pacific Mariner, all roads lead to that boat.

But, sir, boarding an Australian flagged vessel,

I feel obliged to--

Look, it might be irregular, but it's perfectly legal,

and if they invite us on board, even better.

I would just feel a lot more comfortable if we notified

NAVCOM of our intentions.

The fact that Carl Davies might get away with murder

is what makes me feel uncomfortable.

I take full responsibility for this action.

End of conversation, X.

NAV: Captain, sir, request you come to bridge.

What have we got?

Contact right ahead to the northeast, range 10 miles.

[phone ringing]

NAV: Hammersley, Lieutenant Caetano.

Lieutenant, Commander Marshal here,

put me through to your Charlie Oscar, please.

Yes, sir.

Sir, Commander Marshal.

On speaker, Nav.

Good morning, sir.

Oh, Mike.

Listen, the coast watch up picked up a possible type three

to your northwest.

It's an unconfirmed report at this stage,

but we'd like you to bias yourself to that area.

Yes, sir.

They've scheduled another flyer ASAP.

That's about six hours from now.

Just treat this as a heads up.

Yes, sir.

Mike, I-- uh, I believe your mascot's gone AWOL.

Temporarily.

Bad luck to lose your mascot.

Only if you're superstitious.

Eh, true.

Good hunting, Mike.

Thanks, sir.

Sir?

Hold your course, Nav.

But sir, you've just had that--

Hold your course.

I think it's over here.

I reckon it's over there.

Spider?

Dunno.

Can't tell.

Both?

Is your eye all right?

It's a stye.

Have you checked for loose gear?

Yeah, and it's all tighter than a fish's butt.

Maybe it's Thor laying out a message in Morse.

"Help!

Get me out of these pink pants!"

You've taken a tablet tablet, Chefo.

Could be air in the hydraulics.

Air would make that noise?

Sounds like metal.

Causes a water hammer.

Well, it could be Thor's hammer.

I still reckon it's him.

I'll have to isolate.

I'll have to shut down a few systems.

We'll start with the sewage.

Anybody who needs to go, go now.

Pacific Mariner, this is Australian warship

on your starboard quarter.

Good morning, sir, over.

REED [OVER COMM]: Good day.

This is Reed Gallagher, master of the Pacific Mariner.

How can I help you guys?

Pacific Mariner, to provide some continuation training

for my boarding party, request permission

to come aboard, over.

REED [OVER COMM]: I'd love to oblige, guys,

but we're on a tight schedule here.

That going to be negative on that request, over.

Pacific Mariner, I totally understand your situation,

but we could board you underway to prevent you losing any time,

over.

Pacific Mariner?

REED [OVER COMM]: Yeah, fair enough.

All in a good cause.

You're welcome aboard, over.

Thanks for your cooperation, Pacific Mariner.

A boarding party will be alongside shortly.

REED [OVER COMM]: I'll stick the kettle on, over.

I want you to lead this one, Buff.

Ostensibly, for training purposes,

but we're looking for Carl Davies, one of the fishermen

from Bright Island.

The one with his brain's still intact, I assume, sir.

Yeah.

Video as much as you can.

Don't go into any details with the master or crew.

I don't know any details, sir.

Shouldn't be a problem then.

Make sure you're fully armed.

Take along Spider.

He can help identify Davies.

Aye, sir.

And if we should find this Carl Davies?

Make sure you get him on tape and return to Hammersley.

If he should try anything?

Then take all necessary steps to protect

yourself and your party.

That's all.

Sir.

By rights, I should be leading that boarding party, sir.

I want you here for this one, X.

I can identify Davies.

I'd be an asset.

You've made your position clear on this operation.

I don't want you to feel in any way compromised.

Oh, thank you, sir.

But having expressed my opinion, I

will without hesitation implement

your orders to the full.

X!

That boarding party's mine, sir.

So Nav, what's the story?

Kingston's got our little guy.

Oh, it's not my call, Chefo.

Oh, this is off!

No, can't be.

It's got chunks in it.

Fridge is dead.

I've got one in the cold room below.

I'll have a black.

It's fine.

The fridge was working perfectly until they took,

Thor.

First the weird noises, now this.

Our bad luck's just getting started.

You mark my words.

It's probably just something simple.

Yeah, it is.

We got to get Thor back.

I'll have a look.

All right.

I'll catch you later.

Right.

What?

You and the Nav, eh?

Well, come on, you know?

[whistles] You know what I mean?

Give me a break, all right.

Now, look, some of this wiring's so old it's rusting through.

It's starting to short.

So what's she like?

Chefo!

- What? - You're engaged.

So?

She doesn't mind where I get my appetite,

just as long as I eat at home.

Now, that is really off.

Says Mr. Casanova.

From the moment Nav came on board

you were bragging about how you were

going to get into her pants. Right?

Is that true?

Yeah, that's true, but it's a bit different now.

Bickie with that cuppa, Nav.

Nav!

Nav, please, just-- just let me explain.

ET grab the camera.

You're in the boarding party. - Hey, can you get someone else?

I need to stay.

You're coming.

Move.

Buffer?

A little change of plans.

I'll be leading the boarding party.

Hey, Dan, return to your duties.

Ma'am.

X?

It's always a pleasure to serve under you ma'am.

Let's go.

Aye, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

Kate, good to see you!

Practice makes perfect, eh?

Captain, your cooperation is appreciated.

I'd like to address your crew face-to-face

on the main deck, place.

OK.

Not a problem.

When I was on this boat I saw a man.

He was Caucasian, about 5 foot 10, stocky build.

So that's what this is all about?

ET, ID'd our man.

Kate, you could have just come out and asked.

Uh, negative, sir.

You could have saved yourself all this trouble.

ET, there's someone else on the bridge.

Tell the X now.

Excuse me X, boss says there's someone up on the bridge.

OK, let's go.

Locked door, X.

What's behind that door?

My private quarters.

You're making a mistake.

You lied to me.

You're exceeding my generosity.

Buffer, open the door.

Sir, step aside.

Doctor, would you like to come and join us?

Australia's finest would like to have a chat.

I believe you know Dr. Morrell?

Good to see you again, lieutenant.

You might want to give away to our Navy boys over there.

You seem to have caught their eye.

You asked to see the crew, Kate.

Dr. Morrell is a paying passenger.

She's using us as a taxi.

Island-hopping, counting turtles.

It's breeding season.

Where's Carl Davies?

Who?

The sailor who I saw in this boat the other day.

Oh, yes.

He shot through.

Merchant sailor, Kate.

You know what they're like.

Always coming and going.

I want to look below.

Find him.

FLYNN: What did he say she was doing?

Counting turtles, apparently.

She's there under duress, X. I know she is.

If she is, she had a chance to alert

us with four armed sailors and a warship for protection.

Find her and make a direct offer of protection.

Sir, aren't we here to look for a possible killer?

Buffer and the boys can look for Davies.

Your job, X, is to get Morrell off that boat.

Yeah, but what if she doesn't want to come?

Then Gallagher has something he's holding over here.

You know, sir, there is a possibility

she's here doing exactly what she says she's doing.

And there's also the possibility

that she's too afraid to ask for help in front of Gallagher.

I'll try and talk to her.

Make sure you get on her own and tell

her you're acting on my behalf.

Yes, sir.

Keep me informed.

Charlie 2, standing by.

Well, you heard the boss.

Keep searching for Davies.

I'll try and talk to Dr. Morrell.

[clanging]

Hurt Nav, I'll hurt you.

What?

You've been warned.

Kate, I give you my word.

The man you're looking for is not on the ship,

and if I knew he was a fugitive, of course I would have handed

him over to the authorities.

No offense, Reed, but I hope you don't

mind if we make doubly sure.

It's your time you're wasting.

And ma'am, Lieutenant Commander Flynn

is offering you the logistical support of the Hammersley

to continue your journey.

What exactly does that mean, Kate?

"Logistical support?"

Dr. Morrell has paid her passage,

it's not a problem for us, and she

is perfectly happy with the arrangement,

aren't you, doctor?

What do you mean she politely declined?

Thanks, but no thanks.

Were you alone?

Were you able to talk to her alone?

Gallagher wouldn't leave us together.

Then her refusal might still be motivated

by intimidation and fear.

I guess so.

I just didn't get that impression.

I'm coming over.

Say again, sir?

I'm coming over of that's what it takes

to get to the bottom of this.

I'll be there as soon as Charge can

get the dinghy in the water.

[rushing water]

What the hell?

MCR bridge, Charge.

I'm going to speak to Charge.

Take the ship, Nav.

Call me if you need me. - Roger, sir.

I have the ship?

[explosion]

Fire, fire, fire!

Generator room!

Charge!

[alarm sounds]

Charge!

Charge!

Charge, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Can't wait for the attack team.

Got to get this fire out now!

Fuel fire, CO2.

No powder!

[coughs]

What does that container have air vents in it?

Well, spied, Spide.

X, that top port-side container

has ventilation installed.

Last thing you want in the tropics is humidity getting in,

unless, of course, someone inside needs to breathe.

Open the container.

Yes, ma'am.

You have no right to do this.

I want you off my ship!

X!

Fire!

OK, let's go!

Move it, Spider!

It's fuel-based.

Yes, sir!

[grunting]

[screaming]

Get us out of here!

Get him out of here!

Get in the ward room!

Charge!

We need to get to the seat of the fire!

Fuel from leaking hoses is feeding it!

I've got to cut the fuel from the generators!

What the hell?

Sir-- [coughs]

What happened?

Fire in the generator room.

It's out.

Are you hurt?

You shouldn't have come back here without Dr. Morrell.

The ship was on fire!

Are we still operational?

I don't know.

Regroup on the bridge in 15 minutes.

Sir, I need a word in private.

Give me five minutes.

Buff you got the wrong end of the pole.

Have I?

Hey, there is no way I'd ever hurt the Nav.

Come on, mate, you know me.

All charm.

See, the problem with charm is, ET,

you don't know whether they're being straight

or whether they're doing a number on you.

Well, I'm being straight.

Then you won't hurt her, because if you do,

you'll know what'll happen.

Buff, you're not her dad.

I'm not old enough to be her dad!

What?

It's a stupid thing to say.

You like her, don't you?

Of course, I like her.

She's very good at her job.

No Buff, you like her, don't you?

No, I don't.

Who's not being straight now, Buff?

Right, Buff.

Sir.

You're going to express your disapproval in the way

I've handled this situation.

Not the fire, but as for the other, yes, sir.

Very well, that's your right.

Your determination to find Carl Davies

seemed to wane the moment you saw Dr. Morrell.

I honestly believe Dr. Morrell to be in serious trouble.

I'll be putting a full and frank report into NAVCOM,

you're welcome to read it.

If you still feel compelled to lodge a separate report,

I understand.

I'm sure one report will be plenty.

And as for Dr. Morell, she didn't appear to be ill-treated

or in any sort of jeopardy.

I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear.

Of course, it's what I want to hear.

It's just-- what about Carl Davies?

Any sign of him?

There was a container on the deck that had

appeared to have been altered.

How?

Ventilation added.

He could have been inside.

Gallagher was very reluctant to open it.

Then we saw the fire and returned to the ship.

So for all we know, he might still

be on the Pacific Mariner.

Yes, sir.

Nav.

Go away!

Oh, come on, Nikki.

Please, can we just--

What part of rack off don't you understand, Josh?

Oh!

Are you OK?

Please-- please.

I don't want your help.

Let me get you to your cabin ma'am.

She slipped on some wet stairs.

Swain thinks that it's a sprain not a break.

She's got ice on it now.

Damage report, sir.

I thought you were told to rest.

Plenty of time to rest when I'm dead, sir.

How are your eyes, sailor?

Oh, it was just the smoke.

They're all right.

Good news, sir, is that the damage is pretty much limited

to the generator room, a couple of fuel hoses

need to be replaced, and one of the electrical systems

needs to be rewired.

Looks like it might have caused the spark

that set the whole thing off.

Anyway, boys are cleaning up the mess.

All things considered, we got out of it pretty lightly.

Roger.

X, let NAVCOM know we'll be returning to base for repairs.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

The crew are putting it down to more bad luck,

along with the debacle on the Mariner,

Nav's ankle, the galley fringe, and everything

else that's gone wrong since we sailed without Thor, sir.

I don't think much else could go wrong, Charge.

Let's hope not, but there is an old Navy way of dealing

with the situation, sir.

Does it involve anything that I should

be at all concerned about?

No, sir.

Then make it so, Charge.

- Hey - What's going on?

Come on, squads.

Hit the runner.

[laughs]

All right, you scurvy louts, settle down!

It's time to remove the cloud of misery,

malevolence, and malignancy hanging over this ship.

In other words, time to give the bad luck

the sword, or the club.

How?

Well may you ask, young Spider.

Well may you ask.

We need to appease the god of the seven seas himself,

and who better to sweet-talk old crab features

than his trouble and strife?

[cheering]

Here she is!

The beautiful Mrs. Neptune!

[men hooting and wolf-whistling]

So where's the offering?

Offering?

Neptune demands an offering!

Fair enough.

Seaman Webb, are you prepared to appease the god of the seven

seas with sacrifice?

I guess so, Charge.

Grab that tray off Chefo.

Hold on tight, Spide.

Accept this offering--

Guys, please!

Please don't!

Release the Hammersley from this grip of bad luck!

Bon appetit!

No, guys!

[laughter]

What was it?

Off milk and curried sausages.

Spicy dongers?

[laughter]

OK, I now proclaim this ship free from all mozz,

mockers, misadventures, malfunctions, bad luck.

And anyone who thinks otherwise, all the more fool them.

Hear, hear!

[cheering and applause]

[knocking]

Yeah?

NAV: [laughs] How'd the cleansing go?

True to form.

Neptune said, OK.

Good.

How's the ankle?

Oh, it's cold.

It's-- it's not too bad.

You know, Buff, you didn't need to threaten ET.

I told him not to hurt you.

Now, I want you to know that I respect you both as an officer

and as a woman.

I really mean that.

I know you do, Pete.

What?

You've never called me Pete before.

Yeah, I have.

No, you haven't.

You're a good friend, Pete.

I know that I can always count on you.

Yes, ma'am.

You can.

And I would hate for anything to get

in the way of our friendship.

Me too.

You'd better get some rest.

I'll pop in later on.

If you need anything--

I'll yell.

Thank you.

Maybe he didn't mean what he said about, you know.

Just boys being boys, beknighting themselves.

[knocking]

Yeah?

Oh.

I'm an idiot.

I'm an idiot.

I never, ever wanted to hurt you, Nikki.

I-- forgive me.

I forgive you.

Great!

Thank you.

But I can never trust you, Josh.

Of-- of course you can trust me, Nikki.

What are you-- - Please leave.

We got six months on this boat, right?

I'm on the wagon, women-wise, till then.

What?

Neither of us wants to get booted off the Hammersley,

and you don't think I'm serious.

But what if I go cold turkey to prove to you how much I--

that-- that I care for you.

In six months' time, we--

we'll probably be in different postings.

We can then, we can go public.

We can-- we can do this.

You'll have no sex for six months?

Yeah, that's right. That's right.

No sex. Six months.

Just cold showers.

Six months.

I'll think about it.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah, come on in, Charge.

So we got our mojo back.

For those who thought we'd ever lost it, yes, sir.

Good.

And the knocking on two deck stopped?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I guess it has.

Yeah.

I found this rolling in the false bulkhead next

to your cabin.

It wouldn't be yours, would it?

I haven't had much of a chance to get out on the greens,

on account of my eye.

So I stowed my golf gear there to keep it out of the way.

I guess this one escaped from the bag.

I don't imagine you'll be stowing it there again.

No, sir.

I think we've all had enough sleepless nights.

That eye still causing you grief?

Oh, I think the smoke from fire

must have aggravated it a bit.

OK, get it checked out when we get back to base.

No delay this time.

No, sir.

I'm in no hurry to go through that again.

Any ideas yet on what caused this fire?

We're investigating, but it's still a bit of a mystery.

She's an old ship, old wiring.

Who knows.

I love her as much as you do, Charge,

but sadly the old girl's showing her age.

Still likely to go out with a bit of oomph, sir.

We can arrange that, don't worry.

[snoring]

[whispering] Show time!

[sighs]

All right.

Come on.

Seriously, you should have seen it.

It was a treat.

Thank you, buddy.

Ladies and gentlemen, The king is dead.

Long live the king!

[cheering and applause]

Hey!

Our Spide!

Redeemed yourself.

Well done, mate.

About time, he?

Got him back.

Got him back.

It was tough, but, uh, we did it.

Uh, I'm going to catch you guys later.

I've got to-- I've got to head off.

So I'll see you two.

Yeah, I'll get one too, ET.

Josh, hi.

Hey, Suzy, how are you?

I'm-- I'm good.

Good.

Remember that night that we caught up at that wine bar?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That was a big night.

I'm pregnant.

It's yours.

[music playing]

LYRICS: -- how I feel again.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Sir?

Gallagher, what are you doing here?

Aren't you the one following me, captain?

Where's Ursula Morrell?

Last seen, she was bobbing about in the Arafura sea,

counting turtles.

If anything happens to her--

You'll what?

Turn your warship on me.

You know what they say, big gun, little--

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Sir, the commander's waiting for us.

You'll keep.

No doubt I will.

Ciao, Kate.

What the hell was he doing here?

Lodging a formal complaint that you

boarded an Australian flagged vessel under false pretenses.

Then having failed to find any evidence of wrongdoing,

exceeded his generosity when he asked you to leave.

Therefore, you were trespassing.

Trespassing!

Sir, the Pacific Mariner is involved in something,

be it people smuggling or some other illegal activity,

it's dirty.

What?

Based on some very circumstantial

evidence and your gut feeling?

You had no need to board the Pacific Mariner.

Yes.

You disobeyed earlier guidance to check out a type three FFV.

Sir?

The Pacific Mariner is off limits, Lieutenant Commander.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

[phones ringing]

[theme music]