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[electronic beeping]

[instrumental music]

[car locks tweet]

Swain, Sally.

Hello, Mike.

How's things going?

Oh, not at all at the moment.

But you must be getting close.

Because I'm the size of a house, you mean.

[laughs] No, I didn't mean that.

No, I do.

[laughs] Time this one left home, I think.

We had another ultrasound and everything's fine.

It's just going to be a-- it's going to be another couple

of weeks, that's all.

If you can have him ashore when it happens,

you've got a fan for life.

[laughs] I'll do everything I can.

Nice to see you again, Sally.

See you on board, Swain.

Yes, sir.

[instrumental music]

Dr. Lee, can I have a word?

Oh, I have to be somewhere else in a minute.

It's about Carl Davies, the fisherman we brought in?

The crocodile attack.

That's the one.

[dramatic music]

The federal police are all over that one.

They're practically living here.

Dr. Lee, room 7, looking for you.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Can I help you?

Mike Flynn, Captain of Hammersley.

Dr. George Poulos, I'm head of the emergency services here.

I think we met on the radio from time to time.

I was asking about Carl Davies.

He's the third person we've brought in connected

with Bright Island.

And?

I was wondering whether he had the same toxin

as the other two.

And Dr. Lee said?

Uh, nothing.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

You're not a relative, are you?

No, but my crew members had to go ashore there

and may have to do so again.

I'm after a risk assessment.

Understandable, but there are ethical questions

involved here.

You'll have to go through appropriate channels.

Good to have met you.

Goodbye.

Here as a patient, Lieutenant?

Nothing trivial, I hope.

NAVCOM got you stalking me now?

No sir, but I am here to see you.

What is it?

You're, uh, here make inquiries

about the Bright Island deaths?

How would you know that?

Educated guess.

People are starting to say you're obsessed.

I'd be very careful, if I were you, Lieutenant.

Don't get me wrong.

I think you should be.

[dramatic music]

I think we all should be.

You're suspicious?

[inaudible] from intelligence.

I trade in suspicion.

Listen, the Navy's being locked out on this one.

And, like you, I want to know why.

But that's not all you want to say?

I just--

I thought you might like to know that there

is some kind of operation on or near Bright Island tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

Morning, sir.

[theme music]

[music fades]

[electronic beeping]

[dramatic music]

[sighs] Very nice, Swain.

Can you make out what it is?

You said it was an ultrasound of your baby.

I mean a boy or a girl.

They haven't told you?

No, I said I wanted a surprise.

But I think I want to know.

Mm, what variety do you want?

I don't know really.

Set course for Bright Island now.

That wasn't in the original operations plans, sir.

It's the plan now though.

Yes, sir.

[dramatic music]

I brought you a brew.

Ta.

What time is it?

Ah, 7:20.

Oh, thanks for waking me.

Guess where we're going?

Bright Island?

[scoffs]

[dramatic music]

MIKE FLYNN: How close are we now?

At our current speed, two hours, sir.

[door opens, closes]

Good morning, X. Another great Navy day.

I guess it is, sir.

Call me when we're half an hour out.

Sir, a radar contact with another fast moving

vessel heading towards it.

A rendezvous at sea.

Could be a fishing boat making a rendezvous

with the mother ship.

Let's take a look. Make it so now.

Aye, sir.

Starboard 10, steer 3-1-0.

Starboard 10, ma'am.

Steer 3-1-0.

[dramatic music]

It doesn't look like they're doing much fishing.

No, sir.

That Zodiac, Nav, anyone knew where it came from?

It came from the direction of yet another vessel, sir.

Whatever it is, it isn't moving.

Even more sus.

Let's take a look.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

NAV [OVER LOUDSPEAKER]: [inaudible]

control take reposition yankee.

Down on one.

[dramatic music]

Make the call by voice, Nav.

Cast off line.

Civilian crews on my port bow, this is Australian warship.

Stop here too.

I intend to board you.

What the hell are the federal police doing here?

[engine revs]

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: [GARBLED] Charlie 2.

Over.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Sorry, but you're breaking up.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

That cruiser has federal agents, Murphy and [GARBLED] aboard--

Sorry, boss, I'm not getting that.

I'll try again once we've boarded.

[dramatic music]

[engine revs]

Stay cool, fellas.

Greg, Alicia, I take it we interrupted something.

This operation's been planned for months,

and you just trampled all over it.

One word, one simple piece of communication to NAVCOM

and we would have steered--

We couldn't afford any leaks.

Oh, you don't trust the Navy?

These people are running conflict

diamonds from West Africa to fund

terror groups in our region.

I don't trust anyone.

The fewer people that knew about the operation, the better.

I just thought we were on the same side.

We are, which is why I checked with NAVCOM where

you were headed on this patrol.

Why?

Our targets nominated their rendezvous

point, close to Bright Island.

And knowing your obsession with the place,

I wanted to make sure that you weren't nearby.

NAVCOM told me you--

"Obsession with Bright Island,"

that's the second time I've heard

that accusation in two days.

Well, it seems you changed your plans.

Can I ask why?

[dramatic music]

[scoffs] The silent service, huh?

And you preached to me about communication.

Come on, Alicia.

Let's get out of here.

X, see our guests back to their vessel.

I heard you're a cowboy, Flynn.

This isn't the end of it.

I'll be lodging an official complaint.

Expect a rock.

I'm sure the Navy will be overwhelmed with your version

of events, Murphy.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

The feds are a bunch of girls.

They wouldn't get half their job done without us.

They'd be pleased to hear that.

Hey, what do you reckon?

Definitely looks like a peanut, Swain.

A lifetime financial commitment, scary.

What is wrong with you lot?

I'm going to get my lunch.

So who was the other person who accused you of being

obsessed with Bright Island?

Your friend and mine, Lieutenant Darryl Smith.

Want to make it three in a row?

Thank you, X. It's nice to know where you stand.

You should be thinking about your career.

If anyone questions the use of Navy time--

And who's going to do that?

Not me.

Something is going on there.

And I'm sure the feds have it well in hand.

In the meantime, we have other work

we need to be getting on with. - Gallagher is a crook.

I can't let him get away with this.

Do you think it's entirely wise, taking him on?

No, not wise, necessary.

NAV [OVER COMMS]: Captain, sir, navigator.

We've just received a VHF distress

call from a cargo vessel indicating

that she's taking on water.

Roger, Nav.

I'll be right up.

It seems you have your way, X.

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: Station calling,

this is Australian warship.

Over.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Australian warship, this

is the Pacific Investigator.

We are taking in water and need assistance.

This is Horst Wenders, the ship's master.

Over.

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Getting wet for a change, eh, Charge?

Taking me away from the engines.

Someone's going to pay for this.

Drop the line now.

Slip.

[engine revs]

I've got to say, I never expected the Navy.

Good to see you. Buffer.

- All right. - Good day.

Good day.

Welcome aboard, Horst Wenders, captain of the ship.

This is my first mate, Jake Andrews.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor.

This is our engineer, Chief Petty Officer Thorpe.

Maybe someone can take him below to assess damage?

Jake, you want to take the engineer

below, show him the situation, and explain what's going on?

- This way. - Buffer--

- Ma'am? - --Spider--

- Yes, ma'am. - --you go with them.

Aye, ma'am.

Aye, ma'am.

Sorry about this.

We had some repairs done in Demba,

so I thought the problem was fixed.

But it seems I was wrong.

What's the problem now?

Shipping water, dodgy pump, you name it.

There's no way of getting another ship

out here to transfer the cargo?

That all depends a bit on what your engineer's got to say.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Charge has gone below deck to take a look.

There's a problem with one of the pumps

and she's not looking too good.

Over.

If they have to abandon ship, X,

how many crew are we talking about?

Over.

Did you hear that?

Five, including me.

This is a nightmare.

It's five, including the master.

Over.

MIKE FLYNN [OVER COMMS]: OK, we can cope with that.

Over and out.

My first command and this happens.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I can only imagine how.

JAKE ANDREWS: Can you you doing anything?

Nah, you got water coming in from everywhere.

The pump's gone, so repairs are out of the question.

I'll tell you, Jack, it's not looking good.

What about your pump?

Ah, the spare won't cope with a job this size.

We're out of here.

[dramatic music]

I recommend abandoning ship.

I don't see how I can do that.

Sir, in 24 hours, she'll capsize and sink.

And there is nothing we can do to save her.

But if we abandon and leave her,

then someone can come aboard and claim salvage rights.

But not from the bottom of the sea they won't.

Well, I'm staying until she goes under then.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2, over.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

Charge believes she'll capsize and sink within 24 hours

and recommends abandoning ship.

But Captain Wenders wishes to remain on board.

He has concerns about someone claiming salvage rights.

Over.

Put him on, X. Captain Wenders,

I understand only too well your concern for your ship.

But we're talking about preserving life here.

So please, leave your ship with my team.

Over.

Dying is not part of the plan.

But if she stays afloat and someone claims rights to her,

I'll never get another command.

Over.

Captain Wenders, if my engineer says your ship

is sinking, then she's sinking.

She's in shallow waters.

And you need to get to port and organize

a commercial salvage operation, and you'll be back in business.

I really don't think you have a choice.

Over.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Oh, yeah, she's going down.

Jake, round up the crew, transfer them to the Navy ship.

I'll have to get my ship's papers from the cabin.

[dramatic music]

Good man.

Just right along there, buddy.

Just follow him through.

[engine revs]

[dramatic music]

Let's load up.

And your captain is taking a while.

Jake, could you give him a hurry up, please.

I wouldn't worry, ma'am.

She won't be sinking for hours.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I had to download the hard drive on DVDs.

It's not as easy as just grabbing a log book anymore,

is it?

No.

After you.

I guess the captain should be the last to leave

his sinking ship.

You're handling this very well.

[dramatic music]

The master of the Pacific Investigator

doesn't want the position of his vessel disclosed.

He's concerned about potential salvage rights

should it be found by another party.

STEVE MARSHALL [OVER COMMS]: Makes sense to me, Mike.

See you when you get here.

Thanks, sir.

Thanks, Mike.

I'd want the same thing done for me.

Now, how much time in hand have we got before a first light

arrival at base?

At this speed, two hours, sir.

Great.

We'll stop the screen after sunset.

And X, since we have guests aboard this evening,

ask Chefo to put on a steel beach barbecue.

Yes, sir.

[door opens, closes]

[laughter and music]

Aren't you on watch?

Just grabbing some food, ma'am.

Oh, hurry it up.

So have you always been merchant marine?

Yeah, since I was a kid.

Seagoing family, runs in the blood, my father, my uncles.

You?

I joined at 17, came up through the ranks.

[laughter]

Try to gather a couple of plates,

will you, Chefo, for the boys?

[laughs]

They're on watch and can't come down.

Oh, some service, hey, man?

And I got three of mine at home.

Really?

How do you balance that, a life at sea and a family?

You need a very understanding wife.

Yes, [laughs] you can say that again.

Boy or a girl?

Boy.

Hey, you hear that, everyone?

Jake here reckons I'm having a boy, little Swain.

[laughter and cheering]

[glasses tinkling]

Congratulations.

No, no, no, no, no.

Now, look, look, their skipper's right.

The vultures get aboard his ship, they'll take the lot.

Yeah, but even if she sinks, then they could probably

dive down and get the stuff.

I've done a bit of that.

There's a great wreck out near Olney.

It's got everything-- gun turrets, control panels--

Doubloons, pieces of eight, mermaids.

Mermaids.

I saw a mermaid once.

In your dreams.

I did.

It was a dugong, kind of a seal sort of thing.

But the old timers always used to call them mermaids.

Yeah, well, they must've been at sea a very long time.

Any port in a storm, Buff.

Yeah, I've heard that about you, ET.

[laughs] And they're weird-looking things.

They've got funny-looking faces, but kind of--

um, kind of like a--

Fins.

No, hooters.

Hooters.

Big hooters.

Ooh.

[blubbery lip sound]

Woo!

Hey.

[laughs] Well, dinner is served.

Oh, wow, you're spoiling us, ma'am.

Thanks.

So, um, anything on radar?

No, looks like we're in for a very quiet night.

[door opens, closes]

Whoops.

[laughter]

[dramatic music]

You're still up, Swainer?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

Just starting to get a bit nervous, I think.

Mm.

Fatherhood.

[laughs] I just feel like I'm going to be flying blind,

you know?

What do I know about being a dad?

You're not flying blind.

It's you and Sal.

You two can handle anything.

Yeah, but let's face it, man, I mean,

I'm not going to be home as much as other dads.

Swainer, you're not the first bloke in the Navy

to have a kid.

[laughs] Yeah, fair enough.

Why don't you go and give her a call?

No, man, it's getting too late.

She needs her rest.

I'll give a buzz in the morning.

Yeah, well, I need my rest too.

Let me get my head down.

You're going to be a good dad.

And I'll be an even better godfather.

[laughs] Yes, Buff.

Night, mate.

Can't sleep either?

Ah, mate, too much going on at home.

Understand.

With me, it's my ship.

Married to your ship, eh?

You could say that.

I don't see your watch about.

Oh, no, they're there.

Flying bridge, bridge, engine room.

They're always there, mate.

The thing is, we need to borrow your inflatable.

[suspenseful music]

Horst, that's not funny, mate.

No, it isn't.

OK, well, let's--

let's talk then.

What is-- what is it you want?

The inflatable.

We're in the middle of the ocean.

Where are you going to go on it?

Well, you're going to find out.

We need insurance, and you're it.

Jake!

[weapon clicking]

Good day, fellas.

Kicking it, are we?

No one be a hero.

Ricko, get the boat.

[suspenseful music]

Swain, what's going on there?

We're taking your rib.

Your coxswain's coming with us.

Follow us, and you'll be fishing his body out of the water.

You don't want to do that.

Really?

You don't want to use that gun.

[gunshot]

Ah!

Harry!

Let's go.

[screaming]

Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Boss, just-- just tell Sally I said I love her, OK?

Let's go! Now!

All right.

[engine revs]

Got a white light internal.

Ah.

Put him down here.

Internal pressure right here.

[groaning]

We're going to wrap that tight.

Chefo, is he gonna live?

What sort of question is that, boss?

- He'll be fine, sir. - Good.

I'll be on the bridge.

Keep me posted.

Harry, Harry hang in there.

You're in good hands.

I'll do my best, Boss.

OK, godspeed.

Into the ward room.

3, 2, 1.

[groaning]

Nav, range to the rib?

Three miles right ahead, sir, tracking 0.025 speed 20 knots.

Good.

Keep a close watch on him, maintain this distance.

Yes, sir.

Can we outrun them, sir?

We're not going to try.

Horst said he'd kill Swain if we follow.

I don't think he was bluffing.

What would you like to do, sir?

We maintain radar contact.

Shadow them at a distance until we can get some idea

of where they're heading to.

Nav, extinguish navigation lights, X, darken ship.

Ro, contact navcom, tell them to wake up Commander Marshall.

Get him on the line. - Darken ship.

He's not going to like that.

Just do it.

Yes sir.

Sir, I was on watch, but I never expected

anything like this to happen.

None of us expected anything like this, Spider.

I'm really sorry, everyone.

There's nothing to be gained by blaming yourself.

Let's focus on the situation at hand.

Yes, sir.

X, Harry's going to need some morphine.

It's in my safe.

Sir.

[beep]

MIKE FLYNN: Hang in there, Swaino.

We're with you.

Buy a lottery ticket if I were you, man.

Missed the femoral artery.

You sure that of that?

Sure.

If you were you'd be running a gush up my arm.

Probably.

Aren't you a bloke?

[groans]

Any allergies?

No.

Shoot him, he walks and talks.

Show him a needle, he faints.

We holding them on right on radar now?

Intermittent contact, but yes, we're holding them, sir.

What's the nearest land?

Ah, that'll be Bride Island, but they're

heading away from it.

Then to where?

They can't be thinking they'll make Timor.

How's Harry?

The morphine helped.

And Swain?

This is seriously weird.

They're heading back to their ship.

MIKE FLYNN: The ship? But it's sinking.

[phone ringing]

That's the bearing.

Keep on their tail.

Hammersley, captain.

STEVE MARSHALL: It's three o'clock in the morning, mate.

This better be good.

MIKE FLYNN: Sir, three crewmen from the Pacific Investigator

have shot one of our men, kidnapped the coxswain,

and stolen our rib.

These three blokes were allowed to come

aboard Hammersley armed?

MIKE FLYNN: They seemed grateful to be rescued, sir.

They presented as normal merchant marine types.

We checked the armory, wasn't our guns.

This doesn't sound right, Mike.

MIKE FLYNN: No, sir.

Our wounded man's out of danger.

The remaining crewmen from the Pacific Investigator

are under confinement.

We are darkened maintaining radar contact,

shadowing the rib.

OK, Mike, listen.

Just find out what these blokes are up, right?

I'll call Canberra, no doubt they'll

have to call the minister.

Just keep the sit reps coming, right?

Yes, sir.

[click]

I'll check on Harry.

Sir.

I should have searched them before coming aboard,

shouldn't I?

In hindsight, yes.

But I wouldn't have.

Thank you.

He's a lucky boy, sir.

Yeah.

Until Swain is back with us, I want you to take

over his policing duties.

Aye, sir.

Particularly with regard to the two remaining crew members

of the Pacific Investigator.

They're not saying much at the moment, sir.

Find out their destination.

We can at least pass that information

on to the federal police.

That'd be my pleasure, sir.

Buffer?

When you question these men, remember the rules.

No black eyes, no one falls down a ladder.

Aye, sir.

So you're going to tell me what we're doing here?

Collecting some valuable cargo.

Really?

Could have loaded that on the Hammersely.

I don't think so.

Since you're here, you can help us load.

What could be so valuable and yet still fit on that rib?

Take him below, Jake.

Jake, you're a father.

You know what it means for me to get home alive.

Keep moving.

You've got three kids yourself.

Shut up.

They're saying they weren't involved at all, sir.

Well, that's what they would say, isn't it?

Trust me, they're telling the truth.

Sir?

They said that Horst is extremely dangerous.

Roger.

The rib's closed with the Pacific Investigator,

both contacts stationary.

So whatever this is about, it's still on that ship.

Should we move in?

Not yet.

We can't risk spooking them while they've

still got Swain as hostage.

Hopefully they'll get what they want and move on.

Until then we stay below the horizon and wait it out.

Aye, sir.

You shouldn't be so clumsy, because now you know too much.

Load them.

I'll be in the radio room setting up

a rendezvous with our clients.

Take him below and tie him up.

That's all of it?

[water trickling]

You're actually going to leave me down here?

Tradition says someone has to go down with the ship.

I'm no longer available.

Mate, what are you doing?

This boat is going down fast.

I'll drown here.

You heard the boss.

Mate, my baby.

You saw the ultrasound.

Do you really want my kid to be an orphan,

grow up without a father?

Do you really want that on your conscience?

What do you expect me to do?

Well at least tie the knot loosely

so I can get out of here once you guys are gone.

Mate, it's no skin off your nose.

Horst will never know.

Come on, let's go.

Jake.

Jake!

Jake!

[door closes]

The contacts have separated again.

The rib's moving due west.

So they've got whatever it is they wanted from the ship

and moved on.

With Swain or without him?

If I was Horst, I got something from the ship,

I'd want the rib as light as possible.

So Swain--

He served his purpose as a hostage,

and now his excess cargo.

We have to take a look at that ship.

Nave, point the Pacific Investigator, increase 24.

Aye, sir.

Oh, come on, come on, come on!

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

Come on!

MAN 1: No sign of life.

Boarding stations, Nav.

MAN 2: Clear, A springs.

WOMAN: Hands to boarding stations.

MAN 2: Primary and secondary.

WOMAN: Recondition yankee.

- Carry on the sea boat. - Aye, sir.

Carry on the sea boat.

Come on.

No.

WOMAN: Come on, come on in.

Oh, the water's lovely.

Don't be scared.

It's fine.

Come on.

Swain?

Swain?

Ma'am, that door was open before.

He's got to be in there.

Swain?

Swain?

Swain?

You look far and wide.

That's you and Sal.

You two can handle anything.

[gasping]

Just take a breath.

Take a breath.

Got him!

XO: Swain.

Stay there, get your breath.

Are you all right?

You're all right?

You're all right?

SWAIN: I tripped over and spilled one of the boxes.

And?

Full of plastic bags with little stones.

Little glassy stones.

Conflict diamonds, they're the ones the feds were chasing.

That's the sting we interrupted.

The two on that zodiac had to have been

Horst and one of his mates.

And now they're going to get away.

Maybe not.

I did happen to release the air valve on the rib.

Their portside will be pretty flat by now.

Well done there, man.

Anything, Buff?

- Nothing yet, sir. - X?

No, sir.

Technically speaking, you should be in your rack.

Yes, sir.

So why aren't you?

End of the chase, sir.

Sir, Horst, two off siders.

He's ditched them.

Excess cargo.

Stand by to recover them, X.

Aye, sir.

And secure them soundly.

Aye, sir.

And there's the rib, sir, dead ahead.

He's still armed, sir.

I need to see the weapons, sir.

Now.

Slowly.

Place the weapon on the deck, sir.

Clear.

Move forward, sir.

Thanks, mate.

STEVE MARSHALL: There appears to be a satisfactory outcome

to this incident.

There is still the matter of the navy disrupting

a federal police operation.

Now, when you left port, changed course to Bride Island.

Why?

Gut instinct, sir.

And your gut instinct led you to intercept

and board a civilian vessel.

It made rendezvous with a civilian zodiac

on the high seas, in what I took to be a suspicious manner.

And your gut instinct told you this as well?

Yes, sir.

Sir, I informed Lieutenant Commander

Flynn there might be some activity

on or near Bride Island.

Why?

Just scuttlebutt I picked up.

I'm-- I was the source of Lieutenant Smith's information.

I asked, sir.

No, I volunteered it.

Alisha?

Sorry.

Look, whatever the source of the information, sir,

it was my decision to change course

for Bride Island, my decision to intercept, end of story.

I agree.

But if we continue to be kept in the dark,

we'll continue to have these bungles.

, Well now that there's nothing left in the dark,

commander, this operation is closed.

Mike?

I understand that the diamond smuggling

operation is complete.

The diamond smuggling operation may be over,

but I know that whatever's going on on Bride Island isn't.

Darryl Smith admitted it himself.

Said the navy was being locked out.

Locked out?

Yeah, his words.

Twice now Hammersley has been put in a position of not being

able to save a life that's connected with whatever

it is that's going on there.

It's not going to happen for a third time.

I can promise you.

How do you ensure that?

Because we're going to go back to Bride Island

and search the place ourselves.

Nav!

Yes, sir?

Pipe specials.

We'll sail in 20 minutes.

Aye, sir.

I need to see where Spider saw the fishermen,

Sam Murray and Carl Davis.

Spider and I were up on the ridge on the radio, sir,

while Swain and Chefo were treating Dr. Holmes.

Right, you need to make a central horizontal incision

about one centimeter deep.

Charlie 2, this is Bravo 2, over.

So comm was getting instructions from Dr. Poulos

on the mainland, sir, and I was relaying them down to our boys

at the camp site.

And you, Spider?

I was throwing up, sir.

First days at sea.

Buffer told me to take it somewhere else.

Sir, it's gone.

There was a shed and some freezers.

What do you think they're getting rid of?

Evidence?

Whatever it is going on here, we missed them.

Back to the ship.

[MUSIC - END THEME, "SEA PATROL"]