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[suspenseful music]

JILA KERRY: Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

This is yacht Far Horizon.

Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

Sir.

JILA KERRY: We're in position 12 degrees two zero decimal five

south, and 125 degrees 33 east.

We've hit a reef, we've broken our keels,

and we're close to capsizing.

Tell her we're on our way, right.

Sir.

ETA, Nav?

30 minutes.

Very good.

Let's go.

Yacht Far Horizon, this is Australia warship Hammersley.

We are traveling to you presently.

Do you copy, over?

[suspenseful music]

We are at the wreck now, boss.

No sign of anyone yet.

Righto, careful not to get caught on that rigging.

Good to go.

[inaudible] in the water, boss.

Is there anybody in there?

Can you hear me?

Bang on the hull if you can hear me.

BRAD HARCOURT: Help!

Help!

Get us outta here!

Righto, there's people in the hull, boss.

Can you swim out?

JILA KERRY: Help!

All right, I want you to stay calm.

We're gonna come and get you.

Boss, it's a mess down there, mate.

Rigging everywhere.

Can you get in?

No chance, mate.

Uh, what if we cut a hole in the top?

Nah, that'll be the end of their air pocket.

They'll sink like a stone.

Bomb?

There's a boom winch across the hatch,

but, uh, I think I can get in.

What?

Don't be stupid.

It's too dangerous.

Buff, I can do it.

I've done the training.

Righto.

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: What?

All this training waist.

You good? REBECCA BROWN: Yep.

Now you be careful.

Oh, yeah, be careful.

You got something to say?

There's a time and a place!

[subdued music]

JILA KERRY: Help!

Please!

Somebody!

[subdued music]

BRAD HARCOURT: Down here!

Hello?

BRAD HARCOURT: Over here. - Help!

Is it just the two of you?

Yeah, it's just us.

Get us outta here!

OK, take off your life jackets.

No.

You have to.

JILA KERRY: No!

[boat creaking]

Jesus, this thing's going down.

Spider, attach that to the hull.

Swain, attach a rope it to the hull!

BILLY WEBB: Yeah, mate, I got it.

OK. Swain.

Spider.

Keep the tension.

Keep your feet clear.

If that goes down, you let go.

I don't want you going with it.

Righto.

Let go!

Bomber!

Bomb!

[theme music]

Take off your life jackets, otherwise

you won't be able to swim out.

Go ahead, take it off.

What's your name?

Jila.

Jila, my name's Rebecca.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Take off your life jacket.

Come on.

See this line?

It leads out of here.

It's not far, you just need to pull yourself

along it until you're out.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah?

OK, hold onto this.

All right, I need you to take a deep breath

and pull like hell until you're out.

Come on, you can do this.

Go!

Deep breath.

[suspenseful music]

Feel something.

Leo, someone's coming out.

You OK?

Ma'am, how many are down there?

Stay there! Stay there!

Buff, I'm taking her to the other rim!

PETE TOMASZEWSKI: Righto.

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: Got her?

You all right?

Just give her a check, mate.

You all right, Spider?

Yeah, mate, yeah.

REBECCA BROWN: You're next.

OK.

Hold onto this.

Take a deep breath and just keep pulling.

Go!

[boat creaking]

Bomber!

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: I see him coming up.

He-he-here.

Good as.

Together, [inaudible] Together.

Bomb?

Bomber!

Right, got him?

Buff, it's slipping!

I can't hold it for--

- Bomber! - Bomb!

Bomber!

[suspenseful music]

Buff, I'm losing it!

Can't hold it!

I'm slipping!

Let it go, let it--

PETE TOMASZEWSKI: We've lost her!

What's that? Light's gone.

I've lost her.

The light's gone!

The light's gone!

Bomber!

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: It's going down, Buff!

Bomber!

PETE TOMASZEWSKI: Bomber!

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: Bomber!

[suspenseful music]

So you, uh, you were on a sailing trip with your brother,

huh? I think that's nice.

He's my boyfriend.

Ah, what a pity.

Thank you.

[sobbing breaths]

So, uh, it was a bit touch and go, but we got you out.

Yeah, you'd be on the bottom of the ocean

if we hadn't gone in to get ya. Good thing we did, eh?

Are you joking?

It was really brave of you, 2Dads.

Swimming into a sinking yacht above and beyond the call.

Sir, if you'd like to come with me,

we'll get you into some dry clothes.

KATE MCGREGOR: We've organized a cabin for you.

I don't suppose that you got your passports off the boat?

No, everything we had's at the bottom of the ocean.

When we get to port, customs will want to process you,

and to do that, they'll need to establish your identities.

So copies of bank statements, driver's

licenses, that sort of thing.

I don't know if you want to contact some family members,

and see if they can make copies for you

and get the paperwork to get it for you?

Is there any chance of getting a-a drink on this boat?

Uh, best we can offer is light beer, I'm afraid.

And even then it's only with--

Right, so it's a real party boat.

Hi.

Hi.

What is she doing with that goober?

Maybe you should have a crack, 2Dads.

Maybe I will.

Oh, yeah?

Show her what a real man's like?

Better take Buffer with you.

Funny.

Spider, is that one of my kitchen knives?

Yeah, sorry, mine went bland.

Come on, it's my dad's 60th birthday.

Ow!

You're fed.

No double beds, I'm afraid, but come--

[gasp]

Brad!

Oh my god!

Jeez.

You all right?

Are you all right?

My ankle.

Show me, man.

All right, can you just--

can you move it from side to side?

And see how that feels?

Roll that up and down.

Oh!

Sorry.

Only one way to find out if it's broken.

It's not broken.

I'm a nurse.

But--

You've sprained it.

Ah, you barbaric bitch

What is it with you?

Haven't had enough excitement for one day?

Poor Bradly, always having little accidents.

We might get you some painkillers, huh, mate?

- Please. - All right.

Bomber?

The coolest place we went to was Anchor [inaudible]

It was full of beggars, like rats.

Oh, and garbage everywhere.

You think they'd keep it better maintained than that.

Well, I liked it, grumble butt.

I wonder why I'd be in a bad mood.

Aren't you going to have any pudding?

No. Not me.

Full as a goat.

The worst of it is, we were gonna sell the boat

and then use the proceeds to buy into this juice franchise,

right?

I told you, we should've gotten, uh, insurance.

Are you OK?

What is it?

Brad?

Brad, here, lay down, lay down.

Brad?

Brad?

I need a pilot maid, Swain, ward room at the rush.

Brad? INTERCOM: Swain--

Brad.

INTERCOM: --ward room at the rush.

Swain!

JILA KERRY: Brad?

I think he's having a bit-- I--

All right.

Try and hold him down.

No!

JILA KERRY: Brad!

Brad!

Brad?

Brad?

Brad?

Brad!

CHRIS BLAKE: He's dead.

Jila, I'm Michael Flynn, the captain.

I'm sorry.

[suspenseful music]

What happened?

We-- We were talking, everything was fine.

And then, he just started screaming.

Massive heart attack, an allergic reaction?

I don't know.

What did he eat?

Practically nothing.

What, you think it could be from my food?

No, I'm not saying that, of course not.

You have done nothing wrong, Bomber.

How does someone just die like that?

[suspenseful music]

Jila, I'm very sorry.

We can make you comfortable in the senior sailor's

mess for the time being.

Well, of course, there's always a cabin for you.

Where are you taking him?

We have a--

a cool room to keep him in.

The garbage room?

What, you're putting him out with the garbage?

No.

It's the only refrigerated room on board that's big enough,

I'm afraid.

Jila, do you have any idea why--

Why what?

Why your partner would suddenly die like this?

No, I don't know.

He was fine.

You need some rest.

Jila, you can use my cabin, if you like.

Thanks, Bomber.

[wistful music]

Jila?

JILA KERRY: Leave me alone.

You can't stay in there all night.

There's a rack of bunk, here-- look, just come

out and try and get some sleep.

[door unlocking]

If you need help sleeping, I can give you a sedative.

No, I just need to be alone.

Thanks.

OK.

Well, if you need anything, I'll--

I'll be upstairs.

Thank you.

Bomber, I really mean it.

Thank you.

It's OK.

Have you been feeding Lancelot?

No.

Are you sure?

Well, I think I'd remember.

Well, he's not eating.

I don't know anything about it, Nikki.

Something's wrong with him.

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

Tell me the truth.

Truth's overrated.

[suspenseful music]

[sharpening knives]

Bloody Spider.

[sharpening knives]

[inaudible] So this is the dead bloke?

Let me get a photo for my boss.

So you're the customs bloke?

Yeah.

Come aboard.

[camera shutters]

Jila, this is Agent Weaver, of the federal police.

This is Jila Kerry.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Agent Weaver will be looking into Brad's death.

Don't worry, we're not thinking anything suspicious.

It's, uh, just one of those boxes

we have to tick when someone dies, suddenly, like this.

Unfortunately, an autopsy will need to be done.

No getting around that.

I pretty much go on whatever the coroner says.

You've been cleared by the passport office and by customs,

so you're good to go.

But, uh-- here's my card.

We'll get together again for a cup of tea and a chat.

JILA: OK.

I'll get you to a cab.

AGENT WEAVER: Mind taking me onboard?

Captain?

I'm escorting Ms. Kerry to a taxi.

Very good.

Uh, Jila?

Good luck with everything.

This way.

Look, I don't need to go and report to customs,

so do you wanna go for a drink?

I mean, you'd have to buy it for me, because I'm skint.

Look, whatever you need.

I mean it.

And if you need somewhere to stay, you can crash at my place

until you get yourself sorted.

Really?

Hey, Bomber, I need to cancel your leave.

Spider's cut his hand and I need you to cover his watch.

Sorry.

What?

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Look, here are my keys.

I'll just-- This is where I live.

Just make yourself at home, and I'll see you in the morning.

Are you sure?

I saved your life.

I'm responsible for you, or something like that.

Look, did you want me to take your bag.

Oh, no, that's all right.

I'll need my toiletries.

My number's there, so just give me a call if you need anything.

OK? - Bye, then.

See ya.

What's he done?

He might've cut his tendon.

You all right to drive him to the hospital?

Yep.

Were you using my knives again?

- No. - Serves you right.

Shut up.

Sorry.

So we're losing our little mascot, eh?

Yeah, I'm worried it might be for good.

He's sick.

Yeah, he is looking a little bit off-color.

Do you think?

[LAUGHINGLY] I'm joking.

Here ya go, mate.

Buff?

Yeah?

In all the time that you knew ET,

did he ever give you cause to doubt?

Doubt what?

With his crewmates.

He always had your back.

Safety was a priority.

He was 200% reliable, Nav.

That's what you're asking me.

There's no doubt about that.

Yeah.

That's what I would've said.

What is going on in that head of yours?

Thank you, Buff.

Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

See ya.

Nikki Caetano, how ya going?

When you rang, I thought it was gonna be about us.

Uh, no, it's about him.

Yeah, something's up with him.

What's his name?

Lancelot.

When did he start going off his food?

About three days ago.

What changed three days ago?

I don't know.

You know you didn't have to come here.

There's a number of other aquariums in town

that could've helped you.

You are the best, aren't you?

I'm glad you thought you could come to me.

We're cool with everything, now, aren't we?

We must be.

You wouldn't be here otherwise, would you?

I cleaned the filter.

I used bleach.

I must not have rented it out properly.

Well, that'll bring the PH down.

- Oh, hello. - Hi.

Hi.

This is my friend, Nikki.

She's, uh, got a sick fish.

Of course, uh, Josh's partner.

How have you been going with everything?

You've got an amazing setup.

I can see why Josh was so excited to work for you.

He was a good man.

We miss him.

Do you mind if we borrow Campbell for a second?

Sure.

I'll be right back.

[suspenseful music]

Matt's minused that touch boy of his

when they went to the abyss, free of charge.

And they'd like me to give you the raw tool.

Great.

So, currently, we're exporting all this all over the world.

It's an enormous operation.

Can see why they work ya hard.

They do work you hard don't they?

So what?

It's big money, but targets to reach.

That's why they have you cut corners on safety.

That's why, when we found you, there was

no one up top to keep watch.

Yeah, you see, that was wild.

Yeah.

Yep.

You said ET would have been the one left on the surface

to monitor the air pump.

Yet, when we found him, he was in his wetsuit.

He was diving with the rest of em.

And when the pump failed, there was no one up top to fix it.

And that's why they all died.

There is a culture of risk taking in this company

because you are forced to make unrealistic targets.

No one's ever said to forgo safety.

Ever.

Right?

We were investigated by occupational health and safety.

We were cleared.

So eight of your divers died because there's

no one on the surface to monitor the compressor.

And then, not two months, two months later,

we pull you and your mate out of the ocean

for doing the exact same thing.

That looks like a pattern of behavior to me.

If you know something, and you've

changed, like you said you have, then you must come forward.

The Robsons must be put out of business.

You would be dead if we hadn't come along.

Come and have a look at this.

[suspenseful music]

Will, take over, mate.

[door locks]

There's been a spike in demand on the world

market for bull sharks.

Seeing some aquarists like the idea of a killing

machine in their collection.

Not the biggest or the most beautiful,

but they're the deadliest.

Now, Matt and Samara are good people.

They've done nothing wrong.

You mess with them, you mess with me.

And I won't be so forgiving next time round.

Were you gonna check in?

You serious?

Yeah.

Hello, Able Seaman Brown, duty watch Hammersley.

1,700 check in.

Damage control condition harbor, gangway secured,

no incidents to report.

RADIO OPERATOR: Copy that, Hammersley.

Cool.

Bye.

Cool?

What?

Bro, it's not fair, I was gonna play netball tonight.

I used to date a girl who was captain of the netball team.

She used to spit on the ground every time she scored a goal.

It's disgusting, and after I saw that, it was over.

You ended the relationship because she cleared her throat

during a sporting competition?

She was a high-scoring goal attacker,

so every time the ball went through the hoop she would--

you know?

It was disgusting.

You don't have a problem with that?

Better out than in, I reckon.

Hey, Jila, it's me.

If you're there, pick up the phone.

Hello?

I'll try you again later.

Is she staying at your house?

Yeah, just until she gets herself together.

You gave a complete stranger the keys to your apartment?

What?

It's not like she's gonna steal from me.

How do you know that?

I don't know, but I saved her life.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.

Well, it would to me.

What I'm saying is, you're very strange

I would say you're strange.

[suspenseful music]

How's the hand?

Still waiting.

Practically got to be dead before you

see a doctor around here.

What are you doing here?

The federal cop asked us.

Something to do with Brad Harcourt.

Good day.

Thanks for coming down.

What's the problem?

We've had a bit of a look at the young fella.

Seems he died of a drug overdose.

I've seen plenty of hard days, but nothing like that.

This was a massive overdose, emphasis on the massive.

We found these in his large intestine.

One of them must've ruptured.

He was a drug mule.

Most certainly.

But, you see, the thing is this.

Those were the only two we could find in his body.

There must have been more.

Well, what do you mean?

Who had access to the body?

Well, he wasn't in a locked compartment,

so conceivably anybody.

Did Jila Kerry?

Well, it was my understanding that she confined herself

to a cabin until we docked.

Now, you said he must have had more drugs inside him.

What exactly are you saying?

When we opened up the body bag,

we found he'd been cut open from here to here.

He'd been gutted?

I was hoping to have that cup'a with Jila Kerry.

She's nowhere to be found.

[suspenseful music]

All decks checked and secure.

Don't know how you get any enjoyment out of that.

Did you fill out a box in my Sudoku?

Uh, Able Seaman Brown, duty watch Hammersley, 1900 check

in Damage control condition harbor, gangway secured,

no incidents to report.

Thanks.

Bye.

You got this right.

It's amazing.

What, because I'm some sort of dummy?

I have a gift for numbers.

Didn't know that about me, did you?

Didn't know that you played netball, either.

[water splashing]

What?

What'd it look like?

I thought I heard something splashing in the water.

Oh, it's probably just a crocodile.

Yeah.

Yeah, man, we're just in the back, there.

You know how many times?

So, what, she cut him open?

She gutted him like a fish.

I knew it.

You knew they were smuggling drugs?

No, that they weren't on together.

How could you possibly know that?

OK, uh, picture Sally, your wife, up to her elbow

in your stomach pulling out packets of drugs.

That doesn't sound like two people in love.

They did seem like a funny looking pair.

Hi. Nav.

- Hi. - Hi, Nav.

Hi.

Uh, can I talk to you for a second?

Sure.

Sup?

Can you have one of your police friends

do a check on someone?

I can ask.

Who do you want to check on?

Campbell Fulton.

Everything about him turning over a new leaf?

It was an act.

He had something to do with ET's death, I'm sure of it.

If that's the case, it means he

killed seven people doing it.

Yeah, he's unhinged enough.

I just--

Swain.

Look into it for me.

See if he's got a record.

One of your police friends can do that, can't they?

You don't believe me.

I-I do, it's just--

You said you'd be there for me.

You said you'd help me!

And I am, OK?

You've got to let this go.

I know you and ET had a history, but you're starting

to get irrational about this. - You weren't there.

You didn't see what he was like.

I did. - Nav.

I can't believe--

[stool scrapping]

I'll have a serve of prawn and pork

rice paper rolls, one red duck curry, and a serving of rice.

Uh, no.

Home delivery, I'm at--

I don't want any more.

Uh,

well, uh, I can't come pick it up.

I'm on a boat.

No, at port, at the Naval base.

Do you really think I would order home delivery if I'm

in the middle of the ocean?

[suspenseful music]

I understand, you have a minimum orders in home deliveries.

[suspenseful music]

[clicking noise]

OK, I'll ask my friend if he wants to order something.

I'll call you back.

Scumbags.

RO?

RO, are you sure you don't want to order any Thai?

They've got a minimum order on home delivery,

and they practically want me to buy out the whole menu.

RO?

RO?

[suspenseful music]

RO.

[suspenseful music]

It's spooky enough on this boat with only the two of us.

Don't play games with me.

RO?

[suspenseful music]

RO?

OK, love.

[suspenseful music]

You.

It's her?

Yep.

You got our stuff.

What?

Parted from me in Bucksworth.

Bomber, I put something in your bag for safekeeping.

Give it back to us, and we'll get out of your hair.

I don't know what she's talking about.

Wha-- Why are you doing this?

Where are the drugs?

What drugs?

I don't know anything about any drugs.

- I put them in your bag. - Wha?

I couldn't very well carry them through customs myself.

You're a bitch, you know that?

Bomber, these guys don't muck around.

I need the drugs.

Where have you put them?

This-- this isn't my bag, this isn't my stuff, none of--

Look!

It's not my name, it's not my stuff.

They'd be in their bog uniform in there if it was hers.

So this guy Webb's got your bag?

He must have my bag.

Then we need to call him.

Organize a swap.

Bomber.

They're gonna kill him.

Make a call

[ro grunting]

OK.

OK.

Come on, let's get you home.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, I'll get that.

[phone ringing]

Are you all right?

Can you sit down?

Hello, Seaman Webb's phone.

X, Is that you?

Oh, yeah, good, Bomber.

Just sit down. - Bomber.

REBECCA BROWN [ON PHONE]: Hi, is Spider there?

Uh, yeah, look, he is.

He's just not in a great place to talk right now.

You might want to give him a call tomorrow?

Look, um, actually, it's urgent, X.

I need to speak to him now.

Our bags got mixed up when we were leaving the boat.

I think he's got mine, and I've got his.

Oh, OK. I'll just have a look.

Oh, no, don't do that, just, um,

can you just tell him to bring it down to the boat?

Oh, he doesn't-- he won't be coming back

to the ship tonight, Bomber.

He's going straight home.

So you'll bring it down for him?

Oh, great, thanks so much, X. Um, I'll see you soon.

Bye.

Bomber, I'm--

[phone dial tone]

Spider's cut his hand.

He's in hospital, but the XO said she'd bring it down.

How long?

As soon as she can, she said.

Bomber thinks that you've got her bag.

Oh, really?

Oh.

They're not mine.

Spider!

[jazz music]

And they are definitely not mine.

[suspenseful music]

Better not take long.

You're gonna kill us, aren't you?

Not if you do what we say.

And then you kill us?

Keep talking, and we keep hitting you till you stop.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Tie him up.

Yeah.

I'm OK.

I'm OK.

- How long till she gets here? - I don't know.

She didn't say.

As soon as possible.

Why are you making me do this?

I'm trying to understand.

[phone ringing]

Don't answer that.

If I don't answer that, port security

will be ordered down here to make sure everything's OK.

It's protocol.

Your gig.

You're in charge?

[phone ringing]

Shut up and answer it.

Do anything stupid, you're friend's dead.

You got it? ROBERT DIXON: Just do it, Bomber

[phone ringing]

Hammersley, Able Seaman Brown speaking.

Bomber, it's the captain here.

I want you to remain calm, and try to make this sound

as casual as possible.

Yes or no, are you being held under duress?

Oh, yeah.

How many are there?

Oh, uh, 300 that'd be.

Are they armed?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Is one of them Jila Kerry?

Yeah.

Are you both OK?

Have you been hurt?

A little bit, but hey, what do you expect on duty watch?

All right, Bomber.

You and Robert do exactly what they tell you to do.

Help is on the way.

I'll get onto the tactical response group.

Who was it?

Port security wanting to chew the fat.

Guess they're having a boring night, too.

[drunken shouting]

LEO KOSOV-MEYER: Breakfast!

I'm drunk I'm way too drunk.

You got a drinking problem, that's why.

Love you.

Uncomfortable, mate.

If you were a woman, you'd be really ugly.

If you were a woman, you'd look

like a bulldog eating porridge.

I hate porridge.

Are we gonna have a slash?

I'm gonna announce our arrival.

Honey, I'm home.

Hey, Buff, have a good night?

Oh, oh yeah.

Few too many.

How was your night?

Hey, oh, yeah, so-so.

Sounds like you're going to have a sore head in the morning.

Hey, did you hear what that Jila

chick did to her boyfriend?

She opened him up--

I did, actually, Buff, and--

if you wouldn't mind leaving me alone,

I'm feeling a little bit upset about it, all right?

Oh.

Sorry, mate.

Yeah.

Well, if you-- if you need someone to talk to,

you know where to find me.

Right?

Buff.

Go get some rest.

Right.

Well, they know.

This is a bloody mess.

It's all right, we can still do it.

Hey, ugly, look out!

[buffer grunts]

[2dads laughing]

How long is that gonna go on for?

Why don't you go and ask them?

[car honks]

Car.

[suspenseful music]

Why doesn't she just bring it up?

[phone ringing]

Should I answer that?

Put it on speaker.

Hammersley, Able Seaman Brown speaking.

Hey, Bomber, it's me.

Uh, I'm down in the car.

I've got the bag.

Can you bring it up, X?

Oh, look, you're gonna have to come down and get it.

I'm in a hurry.

I'm already late for dinner.

Bomber?

OK, I'll be right down, X.

Oi!

You go down, you swap the bag, and you come straight back up.

No games.

No hidden messages.

Otherwise, we will kill him.

You got it?

- Got it. - You got it?

I've got it!

OK.

[suspenseful music]

[drunken yelling]

Hey.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, been a bit of a change of plans.

We're not gonna swap the bags. - What?

I just want you to get in the car.

No, X, they've got RO.

They said they will kill him.

Buffer and 2Dads are onboard.

Look, just give me the bag.

[drunken shouting]

Well go on, get out of here with those idiots downstairs.

Deal with them.

We can't keep taking hostages.

Do what you have to.

[suspenseful music]

Just get in the car.

X, give me the bag.

That is an order, Able.

Get in the car.

Let's go.

[phone buzzing]

Buff!

Hello, hold on!

Game's off!

[ringtone playing]

Have you seen this message?

One sec.

Hammersley strictly off-limits.

[crickets chirping]

[suspenseful music]

Come on, come on!

[suspenseful music]

Well, the cops are here.

PETE TOMASZEWSKI: [WHISPERING] In there, in there.

[alarm blaring]

X, there's Jila.

She's getting away.

Let's go.

[alarm blaring]

[suspenseful music]

Got her?

Can you get her up?

Can you grab her?

[alarm blaring]

[inaudible]

You all right?

Yeah, I'm OK.

You OK?

[alarm stops]

Are you all right?

Yeah.

[ro panting]

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

You did well.

You did really well.

Letting off some steam?

I checked up on Campbell Fulton for you.

Against your better judgment?

He's a cleanskin, Nikki.

No criminal record.

[subdued music]

Doesn't mean he didn't do it.

[subdued music]

Actually, in my experience, it makes it highly unlikely.

Just upping one day and killing eight people out of nowhere?

There'd be a history of violence.

He doesn't have one.

He threatened me, and he tried to kill ET once.

That was in the heat of an argument

and hardly premeditated.

You're defending him!

Of course I'm not.

I-- I'm just trying to put things in perspective.

If he is responsible of committing mass murder,

it stands to reason there'd be something on his record.

The only reason there's nothing on him

is because he hasn't been caught yet.

[subdued music]

That's the thing with people.

If you have low expectations, you never get disappointed.

I don't think I could ever get them that low.

The X is calling an ambulance.

Looks like you'll be spending the night in hospital.

Sir, I-- I don't--

I don't want to got to hospital.

People die in hospital.

No arguments, it's an order.

I'll get MRSA.

What?

It's a superbug.

Th- They'll be chopping bits of me

off until I'm nothing but a torso.

Wh-- Why are you laughing?

It's not funny!

Yes, it is.

Well, I'm glad you're OK, RO.

Both of you.

Superbug!

You two all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, boss.

Never better, boss.

We just, uh, wanted to thank RO for saving my life and--

and Buffer's.

You drunk, 2Dads?

Yes, sir.

As a newt.

Sir.

Me too, boss.

Still hitting on myself, though.

Get below.

Sleep it off.

Righto.

Ship's safe!

Buffer's here!

[theme music]