Original subtitles

[music playing]

[nautical equipment beeping]

MIKE "CO" FLYNN: What do we got, Charge?

Now, there's the airhose. It's attached the compressor.

There's definitely a diver down there collecting trochus.

Roger.

Where are the [inaudible], Nav?

Uh, hiding just behind the spitzer.

Very good.

By the time they get their man back on board,

we'll be on full ahead, both engines.

X-ray A2-- this is Charlie A2.

You are good to go. You good to go.

Over.

KATE "XO" MCGREGOR: Roger that, Charlie A2.

Let's go.

[boat motor whirring]

[music playing]

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: What the hell are they doing?

They're making a run for it!

What, with a diver down?

Whoa!

You have got to be kidding!

They'll drown him!

That's crazy!

Australian Navy!

Spider, watch out!

But not as crazy as that.

[splashing]

Australian Navy!

Stay right where you are! - Australian Navy!

Australian Navy, Get down!

Get back in there, [inaudible]!!

KATE "XO" MCGREGOR: Australian Navy-- stop where you are!

Stop-- Spider, where did you learn that little trick?

On the hills of [inaudible] when I was a kid!

Australian Navy!

Stop the vessel, sir!

Stop the vessel now!

I'm surprised there's not much chalk.

Yeah, he would have had a hell of a ride down there.

There goes his oxygen.

OK, get the mark and get him up.

- Deal with him [inaudible]? - Yep, get back.

Sir, get back.

All right, against the wall, please.

Against the wall now!

Wait-- it's just a kid!

Yeah, he's in trouble!

Take it easy, Spider.

Give me a hand!

Your eyes are covers.

Bring him 'round, Spide!

Is he all right, Spido?

OK.

Can you get him up? MAN: [inaudible]

Got him? BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: I got him!

You got him? You got him?

You got him? You got [inaudible]?

- Did you get him? - OK.

[DIVER COUGHING AND GASPING FOR AIR]

He's [inaudible].

Yep, yep.

Well, he's wearing a homemade weight belt.

They're designed to keep him down on the trochus beds.

It's OK, man.

You'll be all right.

Hey, it's OK!

All right, let's cut that rock belt off him.

[inaudible]

[DIVER CONTINUES TO COUGH AND GASP]

You'll be OK, buddy.

[music playing]

[guns cocking]

[gunfire]

[explosion]

All right, he took on a hell of a lot of water,

and he sure took a hell of a beating down there.

But fortunately nothing's broken.

Is he going to be OK?

Physically, yeah.

But he hasn't said a word.

Hey, mate.

What's your name?

Your name?

How do you say name?

Nama?

Uh, what's your nama?

Nama?

It's OK.

How could anyone do this to a kid, Swain?

2 Dads, bring me to master.

LEO "2 DADS" KOSOV-MEYER: Roger.

The hold is chockablock with trochus.

They've been busy boys.

Copy that.

You endangered that boy's life.

There is no way he could have released this.

He is my boy.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, that just makes it worse.

Sir, this vessel will be taken to an Australian port

where you and your crew will be handed over

to the relevant authorities. Do you understand?

You are pirates!

No, sir.

You are illegally fishing in Australian waters--

using a child weighted down with rocks to decimate trochus beds.

My grandfather fish here.

My father fish here.

A line on your map means nothing to us.

Well, I'm not having an argument with you about it,

sir.

Charlie, A2-- the six or A2.

Go ahead, X.

Sir, the, uh, captain of the vessel

claims that the boy is his son.

Does he require further medical assistance

on board Hammersley?

Um, I don't think that'll be necessary, ma'am.

And potentially taking him away from his family

might cause him more distress.

Yes, Sir, Swain thinks-- and I agree--

that the boy is better off staying here with his family.

Over. - Is their vessel seaworthy?

It seems reasonably sound.

OK.

Then let's set up to escort her home.

Out.

Copy that.

You OK, mate?

Now, I'm not going to hurt you-- not going to hurt.

I- I just want to know your name--

your nama?

I'm Spider-- like a spider.

And, uh, you are?

Uh.

Oh!

You want a lolli?

It's to-- to eat.

It's good.

Yeah.

It's a bit damp, but yeah, still OK.

You want it?

You want to try it?

I imagine that his mother told him never to accept

lollies from strange men.

Uh, it's, uh--

it's peppermint.

It's good.

Yeah, like this.

Yeah, it's good!

It helps cover that God-awful trochus smell.

I guess you don't smell it anymore, eh?

I guess you're lucky for that, at least.

You want to try one?

Try it?

It's not going to hurt you.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm freaking you out.

And I don't want to do that, so, uh,

I'm just going to go over here.

And, you know, you're safe now.

And that's-- that's the main thing, all right?

You're safe.

[sentimental piano music]

You want one?

Yeah!

Now we're talking.

Here you go.

Yep.

Swoop.

Good?

MAN: [laughs]

Aw!

Aw, mate, I'm sorry.

Maybe it's a bit weird if you haven't

tasted peppermint before.

That went well.

I think he just thinks I tried to poison him.

Hey, um, can you lend me your notepad?

Mine got drowned.

No.

Oh, come on.

A picture's worth a thousand words, you know?

I might be able to communicate that way?

You know, communicate-- communication

is kind of like what you're supposed to do.

I'm not giving you my pad.

Bro, please help me out.

All right?

I'll-- I'll give you one we back on the Hammersley.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hang on.

Thanks.

OK.

So, uh, my name is Spider.

Sir, I'm picking up some strange chatter

from Robsen Marine.

It seems that they've lost contact

with one of their dive vessels. - All right.

Put it on speaker.

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Robsen Base to Robsen 5.

Do you read me?

Come in, Robsen 5.

That's a dive tender. [music playing]

ET went out on her once-- said that she

was a well-equipped boat-- state of the art

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Robsen Base to Robsen 5.

Do you read me?

Come in.

These two should give up collecting tropical fish,

and stick to dry land.

Try and [inaudible] Mr. Robsen for me.

Robsen Base-- this Australian warship Hammersely.

Come in.

Over.

Robsen Base, this is Australian warship Hammersley.

Come in. Over.

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Robsen Base here.

Hammersley, how can we help you?

Over.

Mr. ROBSEN.

Mike Flynn here.

You were having trouble contacting

one of your dive tenders?

Over.

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Everything's under control.

Thanks, Hammersley.

Over.

Well, Mr. Robsen, could you please give me the location

of Robsen 5 so I can confirm the well-being of those on board.

Over.

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Appreciate your concern,

skipper. But it's really not necessary.

Probably just the radio problem their end.

If there's an issue, we'll send out another vessel from here.

Over.

We're talking peoples lives here, Mr. Robsen.

I'd like to know where they are exactly.

Over. MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: Exactly?

I can't tell you that.

They've been off-air for six hours.

Six hours?

The vicinity, then.

Over.

Mr. Robsen, confirm you copy.

MATT ROBSEN [ON RADIO]: In the vicinity of Red Reef.

Over.

Everyone, change of plans, courtesy of the Robsens.

They've lost contact with another one

of their dive boats.

Like you do--

idiots.

How's the boy?

Uh, yeah, he seems to be making a full recovery, ma'am.

Well, that's good news.

Swain, I'll get you and Bomber to come with me

just in case we need medical.

RO, I want you to stay on board here with Spider

and maintain these coordinates.

Yes, ma'am.

Where is Spider?

Uh, he's down in the back trying to break the language

barrier with the boy, ma'am. - Oh, OK.

How's he going?

Well, I wouldn't want him on my team for Pictionary.

All right.

Let's go!

[inaudible] we'll rendezvous with you on the way home.

Yes, ma'am.

[boat motor whirring]

Smile, Robert!

It's not that bad.

[knocking]

Sir?

Matt and Simone Robsen haven't been

able to contact their divers for six hours

and don't think it's anything to be alarmed about.

How many crew?

Only two.

Two?

Unreal, isn't it?

Apparently, they're having trouble

finding qualified divers.

[SARCASTICALLY] Gee, I wonder why.

I'm informing NAVCOM.

Someone has to give the Robsens a big boot up the bum.

And all we know is that they're

in the vicinity of Red Reef?

Afraid so.

Sir, last time we were in that area--

We recovered ET's body.

It's going to be difficult on Nav and the crew.

Yeah.

[music playing]

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah.

Really?

Maybe not.

I just spend most days blocking it out.

But, uh, sometimes you just get tackled from behind.

Look, Nikki--

I'm fine!

I just need a bit of time on my own.

ROBERT "RO" DIXON: At least we can't

smell the trochus anymore.

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Yeah, it's amazing what you get used to,

isn't it?

I didn't bring any sanitizing wipes,

but I'm sure I'll get by.

Ah, this is just great, isn't it?

I might even do some fishing later.

Yeah.

Shame it's illegal on an FFV, RO.

I was being facetious.

You OK?

I think I'm getting through to him.

Do you have a name yet?

No.

Well, has he actually said anything?

No.

So how do you think you're getting through?

Well, it doesn't seem scared of me anymore.

[scoffs]

I reckon his old man beats the crap out of him.

Yeah, you've got to have the serenity

to accept the things you can't change,

courage to change the things you can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

[SARCASTICALLY] That's cool.

Where'd you learn that?

Spider, our job is to guard this boat.

You know how it works.

When they get back to land, they'll

get arrested-- get deported-- then

they'll probably do it again.

Two worlds collide-- you're on one side, he's on the other.

Yeah, uh, thanks, RO.

Yah! [tense music playing]

[loud smack] - Hey!

[non-english speech] - Hey, hey!

Leave him alone! [men grunting and fighting]

Get back-- get back over there!

Get back!

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Leave him alone!

Get back now! Sit back!

Webb, let him go!

Get off!

Stay where you are.

Now apologize to him.

Apologize to him!

- Webb, let him go! - OK, OK!

[non-english] - Sorry who?

What's his name? - Webb, let him go!

That's an order! - What's his name!

- [inaudible] - That's an order-- let him go.

[fisherman grunts]

Sir, you sit down.

Sit down now.

Sit down.

Oh, great.

This is really relaxing. Can you just-- just--

He's your son, for God's sake!

ROBERT "RO" DIXON: --stay back?

He is not my son.

You said he was.

I said he is mine.

I bought him.

Did you hear that?

So you're saying you bought the boy, aye, sir?

He can't speak.

His parents have no use for him.

He is lucky I take him. - Lucky?

You got to be kidding! - Spider, up!

[inaudible]

Shut up!

So he can't speak at all.

He's mute, is he?

He can't speak.

You waste your time, Aussie.

You want him?

Huh?

You can have him.

What?

$100-- he's yours.

This isn't about cultural differences, leader.

All right? He's a slave.

The captain's willing to sell him.

That makes him a trafficker.

Calm down.

Look, I agree-- slavery is not great.

Oh, yeah? Gee, I'm glad!

Webb!

No, just because we're on a stink

boat in the middle of nowhere, you don't give a rat's!

No!

I said calm down.

He's under our duty of care.

We will make sure that he isn't abused.

So where is my money?

Huh?

You're not getting any money.

And keep your hands off the boy.

Aussie pirates!

Sir, back up top.

Now.

You calm down.

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: It's OK.

Just--

[music playing]

Contact bearing 015--

range 5 nautical miles.

Can we get a visual on [inaudible]??

Got it.

Zooming in.

No sign of life, sir.

Hands to boarding stations, Nav.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

[dramatic music]

[boat motor whirring]

Oh, God.

They've been cut.

Upper deck clear, X.

Charlie 02-- this is X-ray at 2.

No one below deck, X.

Go ahead, X.

Sir, there is no one on board, and the tube

breathing lines have been cut.

Say again.

The airlines have been cut, sir.

Swain, what are you doing?

The gear's all here, ma'am.

I need 15 minutes of water.

They might still be down here.

You are not going down there alone.

Ma'am, I'm the only certified doctor we have.

I'm aware of that.

So let's leave it to a recovery team.

Yeah, and by the time they get here,

there might not be anything down there for them to find anyway.

OK.

All right, Swain.

This is not a recovery mission.

So you don't take any risks.

No, ma'am.

Can someone get me some flippers?

Swain, if you find them below, you release their belt,

and you let us do the body recovery at this end.

Check your rig?

[splash]

Here he comes.

Weight belts, ma'am.

They must have done an emergency release

when they were down there.

They might've have drifted off--

they might still be alive.

Then why didn't they get back on the boat?

Maybe they couldn't.

Maybe they drifted too far.

Maybe whoever cut the lines are still on board.

All right, let's not start with the conspiracy theories.

Captain X-- now we've recovered the diver's weight belts,

but that's all.

Over.

That must be dead, too.

Nav.

ET released his weight belt-- so did several others.

It's the same pattern.

Nav, we don't know that for sure.

That was an accident.

These men might still be alive.

No!

They're dead.

[somber music]

X, secure the vessel and return to Hammersley.

Over.

OK, roger that.

[inaudible] captain.

CAST MEMBER [ON RADIO]: Yes, sir?

Inform NAVCOM we'll be escorting

the Robsen dive tender.

They can tell the Robsens to come and get it.

Over.

[crying]

Nav.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

No, no need to apologize.

We all knew it would be difficult coming back here.

Why don't you get yourself a brew?

Oh.

Yeah.

Take as long as you need.

Oh, please don't let this happen again.

Man in the water!

45 degrees off the starboard bow.

There's two of them.

X, we've found them.

They're 300 yards [inaudible] from me.

[music playing]

KATE "XO" MCGREGOR: [inaudible] Slow

down, slow down, slow down.

What the hell is that?

It's a ghost net.

It's huge.

They're old fishing nets that drift around the ocean--

Some of them out to three miles long.

It must've come off the back of a trawler.

KATE "XO" MCGREGOR: Let's go in real slow.

Really slowly-- stop, stop!

Just take us in real slow.

Australian Navy!

Can you hear me?

Sir, they're caught in a ghost net.

And there is no response to my hail.

We're proceeding with extreme caution.

Over.

They must've cut their own lines trying to free themselves.

Well, that didn't work.

Those wetsuits are the only things keeping them afloat.

They could still be alive.

They have to be.

[grunting]

That's it.

Sit him up.

[inaudible]

Sir, one of our divers unconscious but alive.

Repeat.

He's alive.

Ugh!

[inaudible] Dead fish.

[coughing] Rotten fish!

[inaudible]

There's a pulse.

Sir, our second diver is alive.

Repeat-- the second diver is alive.

Sir, there's something else.

They're both badly dehydrated.

All right, I have an IV standing by.

Good.

MAN: All right.

[inaudible] go with Bomber and help set up the IV.

Great work,

Hey, Nikki.

I said to leave now.

No.

Campbell Fulton.

[hyperventilates]

So, um, what's with the guy in that one when he comes back?

Ugh!

Campbell Fulton-- he used to work for the fishers.

So?

He sexually harassed Lieutenant Caetano,

and then he and ET got into a boating incident

where ET nearly lost his leg.

And Fulton lost his job.

ET must've been a forgiving kind of guy.

What makes you say that?

Uh, well, Fulton works for the Robsens.

They probably worked together.

Sir?

[inaudible] is on her way out to collect the ghost net,

and commercial shipping's been notified to be on the lookout.

All right, thanks.

The ribs are almost done.

They're just detaching the last of the buoys and transponders

now.

How's the Nav?

It was an unpleasant shock.

I'm sure she'll be OK.

Fulton?

Well, he's still unconscious.

Swain's spoken with the medical officer on board HMAS Darwin.

All we can do is try to rehydrate

them and keep them stable until we get back to base.

They must really be scraping the bottom

of the barrel with him.

We're going to need some more [inaudible]..

WOMAN: OK. - No, no.

You keep doing that. I'll get it.

OK.

This must be heaven.

No, you're awake.

Any chance for a cold beer, angel?

No, no, I've been [inaudible].

Oh!

Let me go then, gently, why don't you?

Water?

[fulton grunting]

Wait!

Slowly-- just a few sips.

Yeah.

Oh!

What is that stink?

You.

I I'm afraid you were going to say that.

You were caught in a ghost net along with a couple

hundred dead fish.

My buddy, Eddie?

He's OK.

He's still unconscious but stable.

Good.

He's awake.

Try not to move.

I know you.

Where am I?

CHRIS "SWAIN" BLAKE: Aboard HMAS Hammersley.

Aw, jeez!

Put me back in the ghost then.

It's been suggested.

I bet.

How is he?

[inaudible] A bit of dehydration-- some exposure.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

[inaudible]

[inaudible] You're not going anywhere-- especially

with that drip in your arm. - Well, take it out.

I don't need it.

Mr. Fulton, don't be ridiculous.

Aw, take it out, Swain.

What?

He's lucid-- he seem stable.

Take it out.

Why were there no support crew on your vessel?

Red Reef-- it's a cakewalk.

Not for you, obviously.

Well who would've anticipated a ghost net?

Look, that's why there are safety protocols in place.

You guys haven't learned anything from last time.

Well, when you're right, you're right.

Skipper, Eddie and I are obviously idiots.

Ahh!

Sorry.

We're grateful for you and your crew

for saving our miserable lives.

You satisfied?

Not by a long shot--

and my guess is the civil authorities won't be either.

Look, just [inaudible].

Sure.

We'll bring over some personal effects from your boat,

and you'll be assigned a cabin.

You're welcome to use the junior sailor's mess in the boat deck.

But if I were you, I'd confine myself to that cabin.

You worried about me getting lost?

It's for your own good, Fulton.

You have no friends on this boat.

That's a bit harsh.

If the shoe fits.

Imagine what his life must be like.

I mean, to be sold by your parents is bad enough--

but not even be able to communicate--

not being able to talk.

Imagine if that were you or me.

I'll try to imagine it being you.

[laughs] Gesang?

Gesang, do you want this?

Want it?

You know, it's a fact--

life's brutal.

What are you going to do?

Cry?

Can't change the world, Webb.

Yeah, well, my mother would disagree with you.

You've heard of the butterfly effect?

[scoffs] Well, I'm not going to talk philosophy

with while we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere

on this stupid truchas boat with a crew who

want to slit their throats for freeing their slave.

I want to get some sleep.

You take first watch.

I just think we need to get him off the b--

Shh!

[piano music]

Gesang?

Mate, are you OK?

RO?

What?

I think he might be sick.

Well, has he got a temperature?

Um, I don't think so.

Feels normal.

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Ugh, Maybe he copped a punch to the gut.

Yeah.

And maybe it's gastroenteritis.

I haven't seen him throw up.

Or should we call for Swain, or--

No.

Look, we rendezvous with the Hammersley in the morning.

If he's still feeling sick, we'll get Swain

to take a look at him then.

[inaudible]

Just try and make him feel comfortable.

Most ghost nets float until they get so full of dead fish

that they just sink to the bottom.

Hey, yo.

Till they just sink to the bottom of the ocean, all right?

How good is this?

And then the nets, uh, lie dormant until, you know--

until--

Here you are, boys.

And then they float back up to the top and start

killing all over again.

Awesome.

Enough to put a man off his food.

[music playing]

Come on.

At least one of us should eat something.

Damn Fulton.

Damn Fulton!

[gasps]

Sorry-- didn't mean to startle you.

You're not allowed in this part of the ship!

I know. I really wanted to see you.

- Well, leave. - Nikki--

- Leave! - I came to apologize.

What I did to you was inexcusable.

I deserve everything I've got.

That's all I have to say.

NICOLE "NAV" CAETANO: Fulton?

What do you mean deserve everything you got?

Your boss' report got me booted out of fisheries.

I was pissed off at first, but I wake up to myself.

And in a way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Well, I can't say the same.

I know.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

I wouldn't if I was you, but I'm not the same dickhead

I was back then.

Um, I hope not, anyway.

Were you-- were you working with, um, Robsen

Marine the same time as ET?

Yeah, I was.

But not the same crew.

Our paths never crossed.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

Everyone said there was an accident.

But I just-- I just can't imagine!

They were all so experienced.

Hey-- experienced people stuff up

because they out overconfident.

I mean, God, look what happened to me.

Yeah, but you're alive, and he's not.

Oh, Nikki.

Please don't touch me.

I-- I just--

I just really wish I could help you.

Then tell me the truth.

The truth's overrated.

- Leave me alone. - [inaudible]

NICOLE "NAV" CAETANO: Leave me alone!

Nikki-- Nikki--

Leave me alone!

CHRIS "SWAIN" BLAKE: Hey!

[fulton grunting and groaning]

You all right?

Nothing appears to be broken.

Uh, my nose?

REBECCA "BOMBER" BROWN: Oh.

[laughs] Apart from your nose.

Great.

I thought [inaudible] wasn't me.

No.

How's your hand?

Yeah.

It's swollen.

Swain, he--

Look, he wasn't even supposed to be on that part of the ship.

He came to my cabin--

yes.

He was leaving.

But he says he's changed.

What, and you believe him?

What happened?

Sir, uh, more proof I'm an idiot.

I thought it was all OK.

Obviously, I overdid it.

Next thing I know--

bang!

Must've passed out.

Lucky dog, was I.

And your nose?

Hit the dick face first.

It's a hard boat you've got here, Skipper.

Right.

You finished here? - Yep.

Think so. - Yeah.

Bomber?

Yes, captain?

Escort Mr. Fulton back to his cabin, please.

And stay in it this time.

[inaudible]

Swain, you know I can't tolerate violence on this ship.

Yes, sir.

Get some ice for that hand.

[music playing]

CHRIS "SWAIN" BLAKE: So what were you

and Fulton talking about?

He said he was working for Robsen

Marine the same time as ET.

- Working with ET? - No, no.

He said that they never worked together,

and I'm sure I would have heard about it If they met.

Let's hope so.

Do you think people really change?

I don't know.

I mean, he could've reported me to the CO--

had me up on assault.

I can't help wondering.

About what?

Nothing.

Nav, [inaudible] inquest found that ET and the other

divers died by misadventure.

It was a terrible accident.

I know, I know.

Inquest don't always get it right.

Nikki.

It's OK.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to do anything stupid.

[music playing]

Ahh!

Hey!

You sit back down! ROBERT "RO" DIXON: Stop it!

Sit! What'd I tell you?

Sit back down!

JAYA: Don't touch me! BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Sit!

Sit back down! JAYA: Don't touch me!

Ahh!

ROBERT "RO" DIXON: You put that down!

Put the knife down now!

JAYA: Idiot! BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Hey!

What'd I say? - I'm going to kill

[interposing voices]

Sit down!

What the hell happened?

He-- he stabbed him.

Who?

Gesang-- he stabbed him!

So keep pressure on that wound.

Get on the radio and tell them that we need Swain now.

Charlie A2-- this is [inaudible] A2.

We need urgent assistance.

Over.

Stay where you are.

They're below decks with RO.

[inaudible], man.

Thank you.

You OK?

Spider, what happened?

Gesang grabbed a knife and stabbed the captain, ma'am.

In defense, all right?

It's not the boy's fault.

Spider, why would he stab his father?

Because he's a slave, X. He's not his son at all.

What?

According to the captain, he owns the boy.

- He owns him. - Yes.

We have to help him, ma'am.

You all right, buddy?

[winces]

Sorry, mate.

The bleeding's pretty much stopped.

Yeah.

Just give it a clean and put a new field dressing on it?

Yeah.

How is he?

[sighs] Well, it's nasty but not as bad as it looks.

You should have been here earlier.

All right, it'll need stitches when we get back,

but we can shove it up till then.

See, it's like magic.

The sun comes out-- the sun goes a--

[dramatic music]

Gesang!

Gesang!

Swain!

Swain, I need you up here right now.

You all right down here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gesang, mate, are you all right?

Gesang?

Swain! CHRIS "SWAIN" BLAKE: Cop, mate.

I'm on my way.

He just collapsed.

I don't know what's going on.

Mate?

Can you hear me?

Can you squeeze my hand?

What's wrong with him?

Don't know, mate.

I don't know.

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: Gesang?

X, I need to get the boy back on Hammersley--

immediately if we can.

Gesang?

All right.

Well, did he hit his head or have

a fall or anything like that?

Yeah, he copped a back hand-- sent him flying.

He hit the deck pretty hard.

All right.

He could have suffered a contusion.

A what?

It's like a bleeding in the brain.

Is he showing any other symptoms?

Uh, slurred speech-- anything like that?

No, Swain.

Um, he's a mute.

All right.

Look-- um, he's been a bit clumsy.

He's dropped a few things.

I would say he gets beaten by his captain a lot.

And-- and last night, um, he was holding

his stomach like he was sick.

I thought gastro or something.

The kid hasn't been diving by any chance, has he?

Yeah, he was down getting truchas when we found him.

Free diving or using an air supply?

Uh, air supply.

How deep was he?

Well, I don't know.

More than 15 meters?

Yeah, I guess so.

- Did he come up quickly? - Yeah.

Well, they dragged him along when

they were trying to escape, and then we hauled him up.

So yeah, I'd say pretty quickly.

Well, he could have the bends.

Decompression sickness.

Yeah.

The symptoms would've shown up by now, wouldn't they?

Well, I can take up to 24 hours.

Yeah.

Well, it's been just under that.

Oh, he's coming to.

[music playing]

Gesang?

[inaudible]

[gesang groaning in pain]

I guess that's why they call it the bends.

OK, mate.

Swain, can you do something?

[inaudible] what's wrong with him first, mate.

[inaudible]

The closest rate compression chamber is 10

hours away on the HMAS Norman.

He doesn't have 10 hours.

Uh, if I can my broken nose in, there is another option--

we take the kid back down.

But isn't he barely conscious?

We'll need two divers with him-- full face masks,

two stage regulators.

We'll take him down 9 meters for an hour and 1/2--

full oxygen. Then stages of centigrade

at 12 minutes per meter.

And it should be enough to recompress.

We don't have that sort of equipment.

You don't?

Well, I do on my boat.

What are our alternatives?

Death or brain damage.

All right.

[inaudible] Can you dive with that nose?

Well, I can't dive without it.

Look-- equalizing's going to hurt like a mother,

but I'll cope.

Right.

Let's do it.

You

Ever done anything like this before?

No.

Aw, there's nothing to it.

The main problem is the boredom.

We're going to be down there for a while.

Now, the kid gets pure O2.

Set the rigger for 550 KPA.

And he'll need, uh, 12 meter or higher.

Well, I take it you've done this before, then?

Never with a kid.

Rigging kids are a whole different ball game.

Hopefully he's going to start to feel better fairly quickly.

Yeah. Hopefully.

Well, you got to be optimistic?

Yeah.

Anyway, he might try to resurface,

so it's important we don't let him--

even if he gets a bit rough.

That's one of the reasons there are two of us.

Right.

What are the other reasons?

Extra set of eyes to watch out for sharks.

These waters are notorious.

How are you going with the kid?

[inaudible] ready.

[music playing]

[engine starting and whirring]

The good thing about these masks

is he can throw up in it without obstructing his O2 supply.

I'm just pulling you down, mate.

All right.

Let's get the mask on him.

Gesang? Gesang?

Listen to me, mate.

You're going to put this on, all right?

Like this-- yeah?

Good? OK, mate.

Here we go.

That's good.

You all right?

[inaudible] You just equalize like you normally would.

Yeah?

You understand?

Good man.

OK.

We'll get in the water, and you pass him to us.

You'll be all right.

[splash]

NICOLE "NAV" CAETANO: And here we go.

BILLY "SPIDER" WEBB: It's going be good, mate.

NICOLE "NAV" CAETANO: Just watch that.

- All right, Gesang. - You all right?

Let's go, mate. You OK?

You all right?

You all right?

[music playing]

Good luck, mate.

He'll be all right, Spider.

He will.

He smiled, I think.

I don't know.

He's probably as scared of us as he is of them.

Jaya, where's Gesang's things?

He'll be completing the voyage on Hammersley.

Oh, is that it?

That's all.

You think I am a bad man?

Yeah, I do.

If not for me, he would be begging on the streets.

Or dead long time ago.

Now he is no good to me--

not after this.

You don't save him.

You kill him.

Do you think he's right?

I don't know.

But you got through to him.

I'm going to go wait for him to come back up.

It's coming up to three hours.

Well, the fact that they're still down

can only be a good sign.

I hope so.

Excuse me, sir.

We've just received a radio call from the Robsens.

They are requesting a rendezvous.

They should have been up by now.

No-- right now, to be precise.

[music playing]

Mission accomplished!

He was a model patient.

[applause]

Yeah!

Go, Gesang!

That's great.

How are you, mate?

Come on.

Up you go.

Ready?

1, 2, 3!

Hey!

You all right?

You good?

Hey!

[voices on radio]

[knocking]

Uh, excuse me.

Boss?

What is it, Spider?

Uh, about Gesang, sir.

I was, um, just wondering if there's

anything else we could do.

What do you mean?

Well, to guarantee he stays in Australia, boss.

You know, I was thinking something,

you know, medically could be done to, uh, help him to speak.

Maybe.

I've detailed the circumstances in my report

and recommended he be given special consideration.

Yeah, cool. 'Cause I was thinking,

you know, maybe there's a family out there

who would like to adopt him.

Come in and sit down.

[dramatic music]

I know what it's like when you see a little kid who

needs your help.

Your heart goes out to them.

s But we can only do as much as we can do.

Yeah, I know.

That's, uh-- look, I just want him to have a chance at life.

You know, he's only young.

And if he gets sent back to his country, then--

Well, you've given him the best chance he's got.

And whether or not he stays in Australia now is not up to us.

It's up to the compassion of others.

Yeah, I know that, boss.

But, um--

But what?

Well, it's not fair, boss.

Look, just so you understand where I'm coming from--

I haven't told many people this--

but I was adopted into my family when I was four years old.

And the life I had before that probably wasn't so great.

So if there's anything you can do, sir--

anything to help him-- it would be greatly appreciated.

Well, I've done everything I can, and so have you.

And by doing your job, Spider, you saved his life.

Don't forget that.

Yes, sir.

Carry on.

Thank you, boss.

[boat motor whirring]

Thanks for looking after my people--

and my boat.

I really appreciate that.

Next time they might not be so lucky.

Yeah, well, there won't be a next time.

We definitely know we need to look at our game.

It's too late for that.

Civilian Maritime will be handling this.

Aw, come on, Mike!

We're all just trying to scrape out a living.

Hey, accidents happen!

In your case too many.

I'll be doing everything in my power

to have your license revoked.

Do your worst, [inaudible].

Come on, hurry it up!

[boat motor whirring]

Fulton.

I'll get out of your life.

You do know something about ET's accident, don't you?

What do you want, Nikki?

I want the truth.

No, you don't.

Fulton.

Don't make me beg.

ET was a junior man on the dive team.

All the others have been with Rob's Marine longer.

So?

The junior guy always stays topside and monitors the gear.

ET should have been doing that.

None of those men should have died!

Well, there wasn't a man topside on your boat.

You ask the tough questions, Nikki-- you got to be

prepared for tough answers.

Fulton.

We're leaving.

I'm really sorry.

Take care of yourself.

Hey, he wasn't there, Nikki.

He wouldn't know.

ET-- he always put safety first.

Exactly!

Don't pay attention to him.

He's pissing wind, mate.

[boat motor whirring]

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Campbell Fulton wouldn't know the truth if it jumped

up and bit him in the bum.

Amen to that.

[music playing]

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