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[panting]

Ah!

No.

There was no way I will do that ever again.

Yeah, you're getting too old, ET.

Oh, and who had to pull off the dance

floor early, sunshine?

Yeah, all right, don't remind me.

Too many lemonades?

Ooh!

RO.

ROey. - ROey!

God bless ROey!

Don't leave us!

What happened?

You missed my monster.

We hit Gove like a couple of legends.

Yeah, in our own lunchtimes.

And we met some ladies.

BUFFER [ON PA]: Do you hear there?

Buffer speaking.

We had just RHIB training drills with the new RHIBs.

All personnel not on watch, muster at the boat deck.

RO, let's go.

About time you got your feet wet.

Oh, I don't drive the RHIBS so there's not

really much point, is there?

The point is the navy pay you to be prepared.

It's not a request, RO!

OK, figure eights!

Now, to starboard.

Starboard, RO.

OK, port side.

OK, now, loop in for a boarding.

Watch out, watch out.

Watch your port side there!

Concentrate, RO!

Hey, watch out!

OK, now.

Now, RO.

RO, starboard side, starboard side!

Pull that throttle back!

RO!

Starboard, starboard!

RO!

Hey!

Get out of the way!

What the hell were you thinking?

You nearly rammed us into the boat!

[theme music]

BUFFER: These new RHIBs can be tricky, sure.

But my grandmother could have handled it in those seas.

What happened out there, RO?

Just following the Buffer's instructions, sir.

BUFFER: That's the one thing you weren't doing.

All right, how many fingers?

I'm not blind.

There are three.

Permission to resume my duties, sir.

No. Sit down.

Sir.

I know this is left field, but I've seen a fair bit

of drug use in my time.

The signs are all there.

No way.

There's-- there's no way.

All right.

Test him.

NIKKI: You know, a little birdie tells me that you boys

painted Gove red last night.

No, no, it's more of a shade of mauve.

It was a quiet one.

MIKE FLYNN: How's that waypoint looking, X?

Distance to waypoint is 32 miles, sir.

Uh, slightly to starboard.

Coming left to regain.

Port 5, steer 180.

Port 5, steer 180.

Course set, 180.

Boss, drug screen came back positive.

It'll have to go to the lab now for confirmation of the result,

but--

MIKE FLYNN: OK.

Thanks, Swain.

Sir.

[knocking]

RO: Sir, there's been a mistake.

Swain must have incorrectly administered the test.

That's unlikely, RO.

Sir, I don't do drugs.

So how do you explain the screening?

Like I said, there's been a mistake with the test.

What'd you do last night?

RO?

I don't--

Well, where'd you go?

I-- I was in Gove, but I just--

Well, who with? Where'd you go?

What'd you do?

I mean, was there anyone there from the ship?

Right, I want you to sleep it off.

Give me your keys.

What about my duties, sir?

Your assistant can take care of your duties.

Give me your keys.

Sleep it off.

That's an order.

KATE MCGREGOR: I am inclined to question

the results of the drug test.

Well, I followed protocol and the test is accurate.

Everything I know about Robert tells

me that he is not a drug user.

With all due respect, ma'am, how much do you know about him?

I mean, my experience with Robert

tells me he's pretty much a closed book.

Oh, is that because he's not one of the boys?

He keeps himself, sure, but he's also

highly-strung and more than a little inflexible.

That potentially makes him a prime candidate

for this sort of thing.

MIKE FLYNN: OK, debating the issue

isn't gonna solve anything.

The facts are the facts.

And so, what's the next step?

We send the sample to the lab.

If it's confirmed as positive--

It'll mean his career.

Nietzsche was Swedish, you know.

RO: Friedrich Nietzsche was German.

Swedish.

German

OK, he was German.

But he wished he was Swedish.

My shout!

My drink was spiked, that's the only explanation.

I was at a bar in Gove.

There were some backpackers there, a Swedish guy.

He must've put something in my drink.

Why would a Swedish backpacker spike your drink?

Perhaps to rob me, sir.

Were you robbed?

Were you hurt in any way?

Look, Robert, you've got highest security clearance.

You're privy to sensitive top secret information.

I don't need to tell you that an RO with a drug problem

is untenable.

Now, before you can resume any duties,

we're gonna have to test you again,

make sure your system's clear.

I thought you, of all people, would've believe me, sir.

Well, this isn't a question of belief, RO.

This is a safety and procedure issue.

Now, as your divisional officer, Nav will organize

another test through Swain.

That's all.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Do you hear there?

XO speaking.

A yacht in our vicinity has located a body in the water.

We are closing to take custody.

Swimmer of the watch, close up.

Stand by to recover by swimmer, starboard side.

BUFFER: Away, swimmer!

Swimmer in the water, indicating well.

What time did you come upon the body?

About 8 o'clock.

I put a rope around the poor bugger,

but he was too heavy for the wife and I to pull on board.

We saw a cabin cruiser off to the east of us.

Tried to radio them for help but they ignored us.

Heave in on the swimmer's line!

Hand over hand.

Nice and steady, boys.

Avast.

Check away on the recovery line.

Heave in on the recovery line.

Hand over hand.

Avast.

It's no drowning, sir.

You didn't happen to hook him with a gaffe

when you got him on board, did you?

No way.

A rope, is all.

All right, Mr. Peterson.

The police launch will be here in a few hours.

Sit tight.

All right.

All right, nothing more to see.

Two, three, up!

Good work, boys!

Nietzsche was Swedish, you know.

Not quiche again.

Charge, this is real man's quiche.

Bacon, sausage, barbecue sauce, splash of Tabasco.

Put whiskers on your whiskers.

Or in Spider's case, it may bring on puberty.

I'll have you know, I shave every day.

Legs and bikini line don't count, mate.

It'll put hair on your chest, then.

I've got hair on my chest, OK?

Just like yours.

BOMBER: Good comeback.

SPIDER: Yeah, good comeback yourself.

You got the munchies, mate?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, that means you're a little bit suss.

Break it up!

Cut it out, ET!

Enough!

[grunts]

Shit.

Freak.

Hey, enough.

Hey, do not even push me.

[ding]

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Do you hear there?

XO speaking.

Police vessel alongside awaiting transfer.

Hand over's complete, boss.

We're right to go.

Thanks, Swain.

We'll head east.

Take a look for this cruiser Mr. Peterson saw.

KATE MCGREGOR: There's no reports

of anyone missing at sea there.

I wouldn't expect there to be.

Do you think this boat the Petersons tried to contact

could be involved?

They didn't respond to their radio call, did they?

Jerk.

What was that?

You heard me.

Getting stuck into RO like that.

He doesn't deserve it. - Oh, come on.

It was a joke.

He overreacted.

He stood up for himself.

You're out of line.

Are you serious?

Look, he put half a dozen sailors

lives at risk yesterday.

Yours included, Bomber.

Wait, you-- you fancy him, don't you?

Aha, yes?

I-- Oh, don't you you start.

- Ha? - No.

All right.

He's claiming his drink was spiked.

How lame is that?

It does happen.

Right?

Oh, right, ET.

You live in a tin can at sea surrounded by all your mates.

You reckon you know anything about real life?

ET: OK, look, I'm sorry. BOMBER: Oh, no.

Don't say sorry to me. Say it to RO.

You know what, I'll apologize to both of you.

It's not a good idea to rub the chef up the wrong way.

I might find a cockroach in a cornflakes.

That's right.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Do you hear there?

XO speaking. Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Uh, I had to go.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Man overboard.

Stand by to recover by RHIB.

BUFFER: He's caught in the net, boss.

Sir, we're ready to go.

Thanks, X. Let's go.

You right, buddy?

You look a bit tangled there.

Is this embarrassing or what?

Did your net get caught in your prop?

Yeah, yeah.

I was trying to rescue my nets and, uh, now I need rescuing,

eh?

KATE MCGREGOR: You can thank your wife

for reporting you missing.

Ah, love ya, darling.

Righto.

Let's cut you loose, sir.

Ah.

Pull over a bit.

Might be a slight case of concussion, sir,

but otherwise, he's OK.

Just hurt me pride, eh?

Hardly life-threatening, Captain.

The sea can be cruel, Mr. Stevens.

Hey, Maurie.

No "Mr".

You know, I've been, uh, prawn-trawling here

for what, ooh, 23 years now.

And that's first time I've fouled

myself up in my nets like that.

And then this big bloke comes along and cuts them to shreds.

I'm sure your insurance will cover it, sir.

Yeah, whatever, son, I'll just patch them up.

KATE MCGREGOR: You're taking a big chance

trawling out here on your own.

Have you ever thought about taking on a deckhand?

Deckhands cost money, love.

And I wish I could afford one.

CHARGE [ON RADIO]: Captain, Charge.

MIKE FLYNN: Yeah, go ahead, Charge.

CHARGE [ON RADIO]: Spider and I have checked boat over.

She's sea-worthy but not in the greatest shape.

No compass, no electronics, apart

from a very old radar system.

And, practically, no safety gear whatsoever.

Yeah.

Captain, copy.

Sir, would you like us to put the trawler under tow.

No, we haven't got time, X. We need to get after that cruiser.

KATE MCGREGOR: You do that.

Hey, look, Captain.

Why don't you just chuck me back on the old girl?

I mean, I lost a lot of time because of all of this.

RO!

Given your possible concussion, I

think it would be remiss of the navy to wave you goodbye.

X, I want you and RO on Maurie's trawler.

See it to the nearest port.

No, no, no, no.

No passengers, mate.

I'm afraid I insist, Maurie.

I wanna see you safely home.

Well, with respect, sir, I wouldn't

be the best person for the job, and I am needed here.

Pull your head in, Leader.

Your assistant can assume your duties.

Get your clobber together.

You're pushing off in 10.

You have sharks, but we have bears.

Much deadlier.

[knocking]

What do you want?

I just came to see if you're all right.

What for?

Hmm?

I get it.

Come to see the freak.

No, maybe you've come to see the soon-to-be ex-sailor

so you can appreciate just how lucky

you are to still have a career.

RO, I heard you had your drink spiked.

- Who told you that? - I'm a chef.

I know everything.

Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear.

Now, if you don't mind--

Look, I had my drinks spiked once, too.

A couple of years ago, I went to the pub with some friends.

Met a cute guy, bought me a drink.

And next thing I knew, I was in the street.

He was kissing me, trying to push me into the car.

And it was like I was in a dream, a nightmare.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't remember how I got there.

My brain was mush.

I had flashbacks for days.

I didn't know what happened to me.

Then my mates were there.

They rescued me.

But if it wasn't for them--

Dead guy that we brought on board, I knew him.

Spent the night drinking with him in a Gove pub.

Well, you really should tell the CO.

Well, I can't do that.

Not till I figure out what I've done.

That's what I was wearing that night.

It's not my blood.

Sir, I still don't believe my skills are being best utilized.

I suggest someone like ET would be much better

equipped for a job like this.

Try and look at this as a learning opportunity, RO.

What?

Playing nursemaid to an incompetent fisherman

who doesn't have a compass, let alone life jackets?

Sir, I believe that lesson is "Be prepared".

Ah, excuse me, sir.

We've just started the process of ferrying

the safety equipment and supplies to the trawler.

Right.

On your way, RO.

Is there any particular reason why you're sending me and RO?

Swain told me about the incident in the galley.

This is a good opportunity to get Robert off the boat.

That makes sense.

But, it would make more sense to send Buffer or Swain with him.

I disagree.

Of all the people on the ship, Robert responds to you best.

I want you to get him talking, find out what's going on inside

that head of his.

His career is on the line, Kate.

I'm not willing to give up on him just yet.

NIKKI [ON RADIO]: Good luck, guys.

Happy prawn-trawling.

We'll have a navy boat meet you in port tomorrow.

Over.

Roger that, Nav.

I hope you catch up with the suspect boat.

Over.

OK, let's get this gear loaded into the wheelhouse.

Hey.

Welcome aboard.

Cheers.

Oh.

Come on, darling.

Let's cough up the gunk.

She sounds like she needs an oil change.

No, there's nothing wrong with her oil.

It's the rest of her that's buggered.

Ha!

Ah, there's no money in this business, love.

Yields are down, cheap imports are

cutting me out of the market.

And the price of diesel is killing me.

So why do you keep doing it?

Love me prawns.

Love me boat.

Don't care much for the missus.

[laughs]

Any sign of that cabin cruiser, Nav?

Uh, no, sir.

With the diversion to the prawn trawler,

they'd be off our radar by now.

All right.

Let's keep searching to the east.

They did have something to do with the body we

pulled on board, and I wanna find them.

Uh, yes, sir.

Port 5, steer 085.

Revolutions 1600.

Steering 085.

Revolutions 1600.

[SINGING] What do you do with a drunken sailor?

What do you do with a drunken sailor?

What do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.

Rat packs.

Not exactly Bomber's gourmet grub, but it beats whatever

Maurie's eating down below.

This boat's just got the bare necessities.

It would be a tough way to make a living.

We should reach port just after forenoon tomorrow.

This is a great way to spend my last day at sea, isn't it?

In this prawn-stinking rust bucket.

RO, what's been going on in your life?

Is that your way of asking me how many drugs I'm doing?

I know you've all made up your mind.

Pretty much the whole ship thinks

that I've gone off the rails.

Don't think I don't know what they're saying, ma'am

RO, it's not that they don't want to believe you.

It's just a--

Why would someone spike your drink?

You weren't robbed.

You weren't taken advantage of.

And you didn't come up with the story--

It's not a story!

OK.

Well you didn't tell anyone about the drink being spiked

until after the drug test.

It doesn't matter.

I'll get back to Gove, and sort the whole thing out.

Gove?

RO, you have to go back to base for the investigation.

The navy's my life, ma'am.

If I get kicked out, what would I do?

[whistling]

[SINGING] What do you do with a drunken sailor?

What do you do with the drunken sailor?

What do you do the drunken sailor earl-eye in the morning?

Hoist him up the topsail yardarm.

Hoist him up the topsail--

Hoist him up the topsail yardarm earl-eye in the morning.

[whistling]

You have sharks, but we have bears.

Hey!

You can't even walk straight.

Chill out!

You, Aussies, you take advantage of us backpackers.

Hey, RO?

The kettle's just boiled if you wanna make yourself a brew.

Yeah, Might go out the back deck.

Have a cuppa.

Help yourself.

Ma'am.

X, can I get you to give me a hand with something in here,

please?

What's up?

Ma'am, we need to get off this boat.

RO, we are gonna be in port in a few hours.

We might not have a few hours.

I was looking for the tea, and found this.

That belongs to a Swedish backpacker

that I was drinking with in Gove three nights ago.

I think Maurie might have murdered him.

What are you talking about?

The Swede that I was drinking with, the guy, he's dead.

That's his necklace.

No no, no.

Ho-- how do you know he's dead?

Pulled him on board Hammersley yesterday.

Oh, God!

RO, why didn't you tell anyone?

I thought I might have been responsible.

I was confused.

Respon-- responsible for killing him?

OK.

RO, this doesn't prove anything.

But it's a cheap necklace and there are millions

of these things, all right?

I know that it's his.

I am positive.

MAURIE: Oi, what's going on?

Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

MAURIE: Sure? - Yeah.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

NIKKI: Copy that, sir.

Captain is now available.

Sir, Commander Marshall for you.

Good day, sir.

MARSHALL [ON PHONE]: Mike, I've just had a call from the feds.

They're requesting navy's help in intercepting

some suspected smugglers.

They're currently, uh, six miles south-east of your position.

I've just given the coordinates to your nav.

Smugglers?

Do you mean drug runners, sir?

MARSHALL [ON PHONE]: Counterfeiters.

The word is, they're shifting bogus US

dollars in from some outfit in Thailand.

Now, the feds are on their way, but you're

currently best placed to hold them

until the feds can assume custody.

MIKE FLYNN: Roger that.

MARSHALL [ON PHONE]: Can't stress enough, Mike.

The feds warn that these guys are armed and dangerous.

Oh, thanks for the heads-up, sir.

It's all tinted out.

Boss, we've got them on the EOD.

They fit the description of the cabin cruiser

that we've been searching for.

MIKE FLYNN: The feds suspect them of smuggling

in counterfeit US currency.

Well, there's your motive for murder.

We gotta take him down, and hold

them until the feds arrived.

Nav, pipe boarding stations.

Buffer, you're in charge in the XO's absence.

You need to be spot-on with your gathering

and preserving of evidence.

I want everyone in the Kevlar vests, extra plates inserted.

Let's go.

Aye, sir.

Sir, X on channel 69 for you.

X, Captain.

Everything OK in you're end?

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: Not really, sir.

I'm worried about the RO.

What's wrong with him?

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: Sir, he's

making some strange claims.

He is thinking that a dead body we pulled out

of the water yesterday is the same guy

he was drinking with in Gove.

A Swedish backpacker.

He also thinks that our skipper, Mr. Stevens,

is somehow involved in his death.

Was he behaving irrationally?

Is it safe to go on, X?

Over.

Sir, it's more what he's saying, not how he's behaving.

NIKKI: Sir, the suspect vessel has altered course

and picked up speed.

Now bearing 275, speed 22 knots--

X, I gotta go.

We're right in the middle of a boarding evolution.

Just settle RO down as best you can until you get to port.

Over.

I'll do my best, sir.

Out.

MAURIE: Hey, thought you might like another cuppa.

It's very thoughtful of you, thanks.

Cheers.

[sighs] Good.

NIKKI [ON PA]: Vessel on my port beam.

This is Australian warship.

You should stop or heave to so I can board you.

NIKKI: Looks like they're not gonna

let us board this time, boss.

OK, let's get the snatch party in there, Nav.

Bravo 82, this is Papa 82.

Insert, insert, insert.

Put your hands in the air!

Put the weapon down!

Put the weapon down!

Weapons down, stay in there!

Weapon down!

Hands in the air!

[grunts]

Hands behind your head.

Hands behind your head!

MAN: Clear.

SWAIN: Clear, Buff!

Move to the far side of the console.

Lion bridge clear, both engines stopped.

Get him down here now, Swaino!

To the far edge of the vessel.

One down, Buff.

Vessel secure, sir.

Faced some resistance.

No shots fired.

Any evidence on board, Buffer?

Stand by, boss.

Buff?

That's a big bag of cash but it's not Yankee dollars.

Samaruan currency.

Oi!

You!

Oi, look at me when I'm talking to you.

What are you doing with a bunch of Samaruan currency?

Is it counterfeit?

Righto, have it your way.

The feds will be here within the hour,

they'll be taking you and your crew into custody

and charging you for this, and for murder.

Murder?

BUFFER: The guy you threw overboard

two days ago, we picked him up.

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

Is that right?

MARSHALL: Samaruan?

What, no greenbacks?

That's correct, sir.

No US currency, only Samaruan money in the millions.

But why would anybody counterfeit Samaruan currency?

MIKE FLYNN: Oh, given the political turmoil there,

sir, perhaps it's designed to undermine the economy.

Yeah.

OK, well done, Mike.

Uh, listen, the feds will be with you shortly.

Sir, the smugglers have denied all knowledge of the body

we recovered.

Maybe the feds can get more info out of them?

MARSHALL: Right, on that matter, the body's just been ID'd.

He was a Swedish backpacker, one Anders Nygaard.

MIKE FLYNN: A Swedish backpacker?

Yeah, he'd been working as a deckhand

on various local fishing boats.

Now, the preliminary autopsy's identified

Rohypnol in his system.

Definitely looks like a murder, Mike.

Right.

Thanks, sir.

X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82.

Over.

X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82.

Over.

X-ray 82. this is Charlie 82, on channel 69.

Over.

X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

Over.

Radio check.

Over.

X?

X. X, can you hear me?

Oi!

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: X-ray 82, this

is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

MIKE FLYNN: X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82.

Radio check.

Over.

Damn it.

Have you got them on radar, Nav?

NIKKI: Yes, sir.

They appear stationary.

BUFFER: The feds have arrived, boss.

How long's this handover gonna take?

[sighs] About an hour.

We don't have an hour.

I can't get a hold of the X. I think there could be

a problem on the prawn trawler.

How far away are they, Nav?

Seven clicks, sir.

At top speed in the RHIB, that's 12 minutes.

Let's get there.

Pipe boarding stations.

X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

Over.

MIKE FLYNN[ON RADIO]: X-ray 82, this

is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

Over.

How you going there, buddy boy?

You all right?

You've had a knock on the noggin, have you?

You'll be all right, mate.

You'll be.

Good how you going there, darl?

Like another cuppa, would ya?

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: X-ray 82, this

is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

You, Aussies.

You take advantage of us backpackers.

Use us as cheap labor.

That is a gross generalization.

No.

My captain, he fish illegally.

He fish without a license.

Not give me one scent.

Did you call the police?

I'm telling the navy.

What are you gonna do about it?

I'm off-duty, mate.

Oh, fine.

Off-duty?

Well, big navy man you are.

Look, all right.

Is this boat even in port?

Yes.

All right I'll sort it out.

Of course, I'm licensed.

It's just a misunderstanding.

[laughs] Young fella, you'll get paid in the morning, soon as I

offload those tiger prawns, eh?

You don't think I'd rip off my own deckie, do you?

Anyway, get these down ya.

Cheers!

Skol!

Hey, skol!

[SINGING] What do you do with the drunken sailor?

What do you do with a drunken sailor.

What do you do with a drunken sailor?

Earl-eye in the morning.

Yeah, once more!

[SINGING] What do you do with a drunken sailor?

Earl-eye in the morning.

[grunts]

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: X-ray 82, this

is Charlie 82 on channel 69.

Radio check.

I've had enough of you, buddy.

Shut up.

We'd have a little talk, eh.

You finally recognize me, didn't you?

Now, did you tell anyone besides her?

Did you tell anyone?

On the two-way?

Don't think you did.

[groans]

What are you gonna to do now, Maurie?

What are you gonna do?

There's gonna be a tragic accident.

A boat like this, once it catches on fire,

nothing's gonna stop her.

You'll be dead.

There'll be no evidence.

And I get to claim my insurance.

Perfect.

NIKKI [ON RADIO]: Bravo 82, this is Papa 82.

Go ahead, Nav.

NIKKI [ON RADIO]: Buffer, vectoring you

on to the trawler.

Come left five degrees.

Copy that.

Five degrees port.

Any word from the XO or RO?

NIKKI [ON RADIO]: Negative, no response.

Roger.

MAURIE: Just lay you down near your navy mate.

There you go.

You know that Swede?

He wanted a bigger cut to keep his mouth

shut about the license, eh?

Righto, kids.

Keep your eyes closed.

It's gonna burn.

Whee!

You like that?

Hey.

Bigger cut of what?

Eh?

I'm hardly meeting my running costs as it is.

And do I look like a friggin' charity to you?

X, can you move?

Shut up!

I have a visual on the prawn-trawler right ahead!

Stand by to board!

Boarding party secondaries off.

MAURIE: It's lucky you got your safety gear here.

Not to mention the flares, eh?

You know, I'm just trying to make a living here.

And where's the crime in that?

[grunts]

[screams]

Now, you stay there, buddy!

Australian Navy.

Stand by, we are preparing to board you!

Don't mess with me!

Turn around or I'll drop this flare!

Sir, I'm ordering you to throw the flare in the water.

I said, turn around, or I'll drop this flare!

Do it now, I will fire.

Buff!

Don't shoot.

The boat's covered in fuel!

Come on!

You shoot me!

Come on, you mongrels!

This is my final warning!

Don't shoot, Buff!

Throw the flare in the water, sir!

Buff, don't shoot!

You gutless maggot!

Shoot me now!

Come on, shoot me!

[grunts]

Aah!

X, RO, you right?

BOTH: Yeah

Righto, fish him out!

RO.

They found a stash of Rohypnol in his galley.

Maurie Stevens has been investigated twice

for sexual assault. You and the X

will need to make formal statements

when we get back to base.

Won't be a problem, sir.

Be my pleasure.

Obviously, I'll be recommending

a full exoneration, Robert.

All charges dropped.

Thank you, sir.

[knock at door]

Mum, what's for tea?

I didn't mean to disturb you, X. Just wanted to if you're OK.

Swain says 24 hours and you should be as good as gold.

Although the Rohypnol may take a couple

more days to be completely gone from your system.

I don't agree with extramarital soy sauce.

Right.

Yeah, well, uh, I'll let you sleep it off.

You're a beautiful man, Mike Flynn.

Just beautiful.

OK.

Thank you.

Why did you leave?

Excuse me.

RO.

Look, I wanna-- I wanna apologize for what I said.

In the galley.

OK.

OK.

Word is you're in the clear.

Yeah.

Everybody's over the moon.

They can't contain their joy.

Well, you know, RO, if you didn't

keep to yourself so much, this might not have happened.

What?

If you had friends looking out for you in Gove.

Yeah.

I don't do friends that well.

Well, maybe if you start with one and then,

work your way up from there.

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