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SEAMAN [ON RADIO]: OK, Hammersley, I've just

dropped off the army look out.

He's making camp near the oil tank.

There's no sign of anyone else on the island.

The trap's all set.

Good luck.

Over and out.

I just hate waiting to spring a trap, you know?

Rather be proactive.

Don't you worry.

We're going to kick some heads.

As soon as the oil thieves turn up

for the black stuff, Nav.

They're not just oil thieves.

They killed ET.

Well, if that's the case, we got a patrol

boat to the north and the east.

There's no way through our net.

Lookout one, this is Charlie 82.

How are things on the island, Terry?

Lookout one, this is Charlie 82, what's

the situation with the oil?

Over.

Yeah, g'day, Mark.

Just done a recce of the tank.

Sit Rep's unchanged-- it's still full to bursting.

Our radar is clear as a bell.

How's your eyes?

Oh, blue sky, mate.

I'll head back to camp, make myself a cuppa.

Check in with you next hour. - All right, Terry.

Out.

Lookout one, Hammersley, do you copy, over?

Go again.

Lookout one, Hammersley, radio check, over.

Lieutenant, our sentry hasn't reported in this hour.

He's 25 minutes adrift.

Try him again.

Lookout one, this is HMAS Hammersley, do you copy, over?

OK, X, take a shore party, get in there,

find out what's happening, and get out.

If this operation is going to work,

we need to maintain the element of surprise.

OK, come with us, please.

OK, this way.

Stay here, Bomber.

Swain, take the lead.

Buffer, stay back.

Hello?

Hello?

Stove is still warm, ma'am.

KATE [ON RADIO]: Captain, this is X.

Go ahead, X.

We've arrived at the camp.

There is no sign of the lookout.

The stove is still warm, so I'm hoping

that he's not too far away.

Ma'am.

That explains why he missed his check-in.

X. Buff.

What is it?

No.

Oh my God.

Sir, we found him.

He's dead.

[music playing]

His head's been caved in with a rock, sir.

We spoke to him just over an hour ago.

So whoever did this is likely to be still on the island, sir.

And they'll know you're there too, X. OK,

you've got two hours of daylight left.

Set up search teams and we'll also

need to know if that oil's been touched, over.

Copy that, boss.

Out.

OK, Swain, with me, we'll head west to the highest point

of the island and take a look.

Buffer, take Spider and head east.

Check out the underground tank on the way, yeah?

Let's go.

Ma'am?

RO, um, head down to the beach.

Do a recce of the coastline with Bomber.

Just secure him first.

Stay in contact.

Buffer, what's your position?

We're heading towards the northeast corner.

Oil is all there.

It hasn't been touched.

We're sweeping around now to meet up with you.

It looks like someone's made a sharp left break here

through there.

He doesn't have a gun.

How do you know that?

He would have used it on Terry instead of the rock.

This is the Australian navy.

I want you to come out with both your hands

where we can see them.

Swain, south.

Cut him off.

Hey!

Buffer?

Buffer, do you copy?

Go ahead.

We are in pursuit of a man in a red jacket.

Swain is trying to come round and get him.

We are about 200 meters from your position.

Yeah, roger that.

They're herding him this way.

You head north.

- Freeze! - Hey!

Wait a minute. [stammers] Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! It's me.

Did you see him?

No, he didn't come through here.

He must be further north.

Spider, do you copy?

Spider, do you copy?

What happened?

Don't know.

Spider?

Spider!

Hey, can you hear me?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Hey, which way did he go?

I didn't see him, ma'am.

He just came out of nowhere and whacked me with a branch.

X, it'll be dark in an hour.

The only way out of here is by the water.

He must have a boat concealed here somewhere.

So we'll set up a cordon between the Hammersley and the RHIBs.

We'll catch him on the water, yeah?

Come on.

Charlie 82, this is X-ray 82.

How's the noggin, Spider?

MARK [ON RADIO]: It's all right.

ETA to the RHIB, x?

Sir, we're heading towards the beach now.

No way.

The tide calculations are correct.

The problem is the area around Penfold

Island hasn't been surveyed in 20 years, which means--

All the coral's grown.

All the coral's grown.

X, we're not going to be able to get the second RHIB to you.

It's getting dark and the coastline

is inaccessible, over.

Looks like we're stuck here till the tide turns then.

Yeah, afraid so.

Right-o, we're staying the night.

What?

Just the six of us?

Well, seven, if you include him.

Eight of us, RO.

Just remember, there's eight of us on this island.

How's he doing?

Pupils equal and reactive.

My vision keeps on going in and out though, Swaino.

Well, you're in the best of hands, mate.

RO, what are you doing?

Well, at least we're not going to go hungry.

Look, baked beans, bottled water.

Do you not feel a little bit strange about eating Terry's

supplies so soon after--

He's not going to use it, ma'am.

It's not like he's going to get hungry.

He doesn't need it where he's going.

There's a windshield if anyone's cold.

Ah, keys.

No, these are his personal items.

If you're not going to wear it, it is cold.

Can I put it on?

Howzat!

Howzat!

Howzat!

What are you doing?

Mastering my googly.

Half the crew are chasing down a murder

and the other half are busy keeping this ship running,

and you're playing cricket?

Practicing.

To play, you technically need two people.

I need a power socket fixed in my cabin.

I think it has something to do with the wiring.

You're the electronics technician on board this ship,

aren't you?

The one and only.

Well, the dodgy socket is running my fish tank.

And I need it fixed ASAP.

And clean this up.

What is it?

Just a feeling.

You guys try get some rest, Swaino,

and I'll take the first watch.

I don't think anyone's going to get much sleep tonight.

Looks pretty lonely cooped up in his glass ball,

dreaming of all those sexy Nemoettes.

Can you fix the wiring?

No, I know how he feels.

I'm cooped up in this tin can.

At least I get shore leave every now

and then to expand my horizons.

Poor little Nemo.

Lancelot.

You know, that fishbowl is his entire universe.

2 Dads!

Right-o.

Oh, yeah, I found the problem.

A couple of wires look stripped.

Do we need to turn off the mains?

Yeah, we'll do that.

But first I gotta, just let me--

[crackling] - Hey!

Ah!

[screams]

Where is it?

Where is it?

Where is it!

Move.

Water.

I'll get water.

It's gotta be sea water!

He's not moving.

The water is too cold.

Yes, he is.

Come on.

Yes, he is.

Look.

Look, look, look.

Thank god.

A lot of drama over nothing, eh?

Nothing?

You smashed his home.

It was an accident.

He didn't like that bowl anyway.

Well, I can't keep him in an ice cream container.

So let him go.

If you ask me, it's pretty heartless keeping an ocean

fish in a tiny bowl like that.

I can't let him go.

ET gave me this fish.

It's almost midnight.

Yeah, I'm looking forward to the sun coming up.

How's he doing?

Yeah, sleeping like a big baby.

And snoring like an old man.

[explosion]

[explosion]

What the hell was that?

Buffer, you take Swain and check it out.

Well I'm up stay alert

Yeah, it's two Jerry cans that have been set alight.

We're searching the area now, over.

Copy that.

[explosion]

Did you hear that?

We've had a second explosion to the east.

I want you to maintain your position.

I'm gonna send Bomber and RO.

Roger that.

Spider?

Spider?

It's another burning Jerry can, ma'am.

Looks like it's been lit with some kind of fuse

to delay the detonation.

Diversion.

X, we're returning to your position immediately, over.

Buffer, why?

What's going on?

This is a diversion.

I repeat, it's a diversion.

[exertion sounds]

BUFFER [ON RADIO]: X?

X?

XO, do you copy me?

What's going on, Buff?

There's something wrong.

[screaming]

No!

Get off!

Get off me!

[exertion sounds]

Buff!

Buff!

[gunshots]

Fulton!

Spider.

Buffer!

Spider!

What happened?

Ma'am, you all right?

I'm OK.

Are you OK?

It was Fulton.

What?

Campbell Fulton, he is the murderer.

MARK [ON RADIO]: X-ray 82, this is Charlie 82, over.

This is X-ray 82, go ahead.

MARK [ON RADIO]: X, what's your current position, over.

Sir, we're doing a recce along the north coast,

looking for any sign of Fulton, over.

X, looks like it could be a jet ski.

Looks like he hid it under all this.

The backpack that he grabbed, it had a set of keys in it.

I thought it belonged to the lookout.

It must have been Fulton's.

Yeah, boss, it looks like Fulton's left the island--

- Let's go. - --on a jet ski.

Over.

Coming back to you now.

If Campbell Fulton's in on this oil heist and he

was in charge of the Robsenn's dive team.

Oh, they're in it together.

So much for dives with coral and tropical fish.

It's a good cover.

It gives him license to move about the oil field

without detection.

Well, with the feds now on Penfold,

there's no way they'll get their oil.

I'm betting Fulton's on his way to rendezvous them.

I've spoken to Coastwatch, they've got a plane in the air.

As soon as we get the Robsenn's location, we'll be underway.

POLICE OFFICER [ON RADIO]: Hammersley,

this is border police five, we're

approaching Penfold Island to take up surveillance

over the oil tank, over.

Roger that, border police five.

Good luck.

Hammersley out.

Contact bearing 270, range 7 miles.

See if we can get a visual on the EOD.

I'll get it, RO.

That's the Robsenn's boat bus.

RO, inform Robsenn 1 we'll be boarding them.

Yes, sir.

I'll be leading this one, X.

Yes, sir.

Robsenn 1, this is Australian warship Hammersley,

I'm ordering you to stop or heave to.

Hands to boarding stations.

RO [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: We intend to board you.

Sir, ma'am.

RO, Buffer, Spider, start the search, forward cabin.

What's going on here, eh?

Swaino, escort Mr. and Mrs. Robsenn in the saloon,

crew out here.

Yes, sir.

Please make you way inside and take a seat.

Stay there please, folks.

Join the crew down the stairs, please, sir.

Any sign of Fulton?

No, sir.

Spider?

No sign, boss.

No sign, boss.

No.

Where's Campbell Fulton?

We don't have a clue.

Campbell doesn't work for us anymore.

Since when?

Since a few weeks ago.

We caught him pilfering through our stock.

We had to let him go.

Look, captain, are you going to tell

us what this is all about?

Campbell Fulton is suspected of murdering

a lookout on Penfold Island.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I can't imagine Campbell would be capable of murder.

We also believe he's involved in an oil skimming operation.

What do you mean oil skimming?

It's only a matter of time until we find him, crack

the whole thing wide open.

So if you come across him or he tries

to make contact with you--

Yeah, yeah, we'll let you know, absolutely.

Absolutely.

Thanks.

I'd appreciate that.

Let's go.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yeah, not a problem.

The Robsenn's vessel is on a heading of 270,

speed six knots.

They're hardly making a break for it.

RO, tune in to channel 19 on the VHF.

Let me know the instant you hear anything.

Sir.

Nav, let the Robsenns get just over the horizon

and continue to shadow them.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

PAT ROBSENN [ON RADIO]: You've got to get to Fulton.

He's too big a risk.

Where is he?

That's Pat Robsenn.

MAN [ON RADIO]: I think he's below turning the valve on.

PAT ROBSENN [ON RADIO]: I don't want

Fulton coming up from there.

Do you understand?

MAN [ON RADIO]: OK, I'm onto it.

HMAS Hammersley Leading Seaman Dixon.

Uh, yes, sir.

Sir, Commander Marshall.

Mike Flynn, sir.

Mike, I've just been alerted by the AFP

that the oil on Penfold Island is disappearing from the tank

there.

Disappearing?

I don't understand.

Yeah, you and me both.

Where the hell are they doing that?

Well, I thought you could tell me.

I mean, there are no vessels in the vicinity.

But the feds are adamant that the oil level is dropping.

I have no idea, sir.

Wait a minute, the valve.

What do you mean?

What valve?

Sir, just--

I'll get back to you in 10.

Mike?

The oil from Penfold Island is disappearing.

How the hell can they be moving the oil

without us having noticed?

Look.

Here's the main pipe, here's the island.

The smugglers have run a pipe from here to here.

If they're pumping oil out of that tank,

they're running another pipe off the one they've already laid.

Exactly, with a valve on it.

And they run that pipe to something

capable of pumping oil.

But where's the valve?

Well, it has to be somewhere near the Robsenn's

diving activity.

Red Reef.

Nav, set a course for Red Reef.

Yes, sir.

The Robsenns are sending someone to kill Fulton.

We have to get there first.

I'll alert NAVCOM.

Contact bearing 320.

It could be Fulton's dive tender.

That's Fulton, all right.

No sign of any other boats.

X?

Hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations,

four-man boarding party.

That's got to be Fulton's jet ski.

Stay alert.

Clear.

Clear.

Everything's clear, ma'am.

Sir, the boat is empty.

There is no sign of Fulton, over.

Roger.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

We got an air hose in the water.

OK, sir, he must still be on the dive, stand by.

Give it a good jerk.

Make sure he gets the message.

No, no response.

Swain, is this normal?

Man, this guy is in the red someone famous to him

Sir, the gas mixture has been tampered with, over.

All right, get down there.

Let's get him up!

We may be too late.

Let's get him up here.

That's it.

Good.

Good work, Swaino.

Here he comes.

There's no pulse.

Buffer, can you take breaths.

Roger.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.

1, 2, 3.

All right, we're gonna put some oxygen on you.

Just breath in.

They tried to kill me.

Breathe it in, OK?

Just breathe it in.

What's his condition?

He'll live, just.

Hey.

Why were you diving down there, Fulton?

Were you trying to get oil out of the Penfold Island tank?

Can you understand what I'm asking?

Yeah, I reckon he understands you perfectly.

Answer him!

Where's the oil being pumped to?

We just saved your life, mate.

The Robsen's just tried to kill you.

No point trying to protect them.

Make a deal.

No deals.

And it'll go a lot worse for you if you don't cooperate.

Now where the hell's the oil being pumped to?

Where's it being pumped to?

The tanker's been warned off.

The Robsenns are taking it out by road.

By road?

Where from?

Fish farm.

Plasticuff him to the rack.

OK, according to Fulton, this is the harbor.

It's a straight line from the valve

to this part of the coastline.

It's deep enough for a tanker to have pulled in.

RO, get me a satellite image of this area.

Yes, sir.

There's no fish farm marked on the chart, though.

Excuse me.

Push in there.

BUFFER: Pondages.

It's an isolated enough area.

Prawn farm.

There's our fish farm.

Prawns need salt water and lots of it.

Any inland-based farm needs equipment to pump it in.

Pumping station.

How long?

Righto.

What's happening?

Tanker trucks will be here in an hour.

It's gonna be dark in an hour.

The road in is dodgy.

They can't get here any quicker.

We paid them to be on time!

Hey, Matt, Fulton's taken care of.

We've bought ourselves some breathing space.

It's only a matter of time until the Navy

map the pipeline to here.

And by the time they get here, we're gonna be long gone.

Let's pack the gear up.

Now we know who's wearing the pants, boss.

All right, guys, listen up.

We watch, we wait, we do not engage.

Leave that to the police.

Buffer and I will hold here.

X, you and Swain, south flank.

Spider, 2 Dads, find a concealed position near the beach road.

Go.

RO and Bomber, I want you on the east side of the farm

near the pumping station.

Get as much video evidence as you can.

Let's go.

Right-o, Buff.

How's he doing?

He'll get his, Nav.

He'll get his.

Oh, help me!

Help me!

Somebody!

Help me, please!

Help me!

Please!

Oh, I need more of that oxygen.

Gas poisoning will do that to you.

No, no, it's not gas.

I think I got the bends.

I need more of that oxygen. Please.

Tell me ET how died.

You did it, didn't you?

Oxygen, Nikki, please.

Did ET know what he was doing?

No, no, he didn't have a clue.

Then why did he die?

Why did he die!

Because I recognized him.

I told the Robsens he was navy.

They went ballistic and ordered all the divers

killed as a security measure.

So you killed them all, including ET.

I did what I was told.

They would have killed me otherwise.

Please, please, just give me the oxygen.

How did you do it?

How!

I altered the gas mixture when they were on the dive.

[phone ringing]

Hammersley, Charge.

Yes.

Commander Marshal with a shore party are on their way.

I've answered your questions.

Now the oxygen, please.

Please, I am begging you!

Please.

The fed's new ETA to the farm is 0130.

[exertion sounds]

I want a RHIB in the water and I want a set of keys

to drive it.

Got it.

Sir, I will pass that on to the CO ASAP.

Out.

Hey, just say it.

Just say it.

Here we go.

Carry on the sea boat.

Roger.

Good girl.

Good girl.

You're not gonna get to the prawn farm in time

to warn the Robsens.

What makes you think I'm going to the farm?

The Robsens can rot in hell for all I care.

This time next week I'll be on a beach somewhere drinking Mai

Tais and getting $2 massages.

I'd take you with me, Nikki.

But I don't think we'd have much of a future together.

Time to go now.

Here we go.

[groaning]

This is Charlie 82, all positions check in, over.

This is X-ray 82.

Sir, we are in position near the pondages, over.

Tango 82, we just saw a tanker pass us heading

for the pumping station, over.

Stay here.

Romeo 82, do you have eyes on the tankers, over.

[honking]

Bomber, RO, are you filming the tanker trucks, over.

Romeo 82, radio check.

X, spider, do you have a visual on Bomber and RO's position,

over?

That's a negative, boss.

No, boss, they're on the other side of the station to us.

OK, we need to regroup.

Rendezvous in the southwest corner.

Go, go, go.

Just get on with it.

Matt.

Where the hell did you find them?

Down near the pumping station.

How many of you are there?

The place is surrounded.

She's lying.

Why haven't they overrun us?

It could be a scouting party.

Check it out.

What are we gonna do now?

If they're a scouting party, it

means the navy is on the way.

There's only one thing we can do.

What about the shipment of oil?

The deal was if it gets too hot, we cut our losses.

The trucks are here. It's gonna take 20 minutes--

Forget it, Simone. It's all over.

Get out.

Go.

Get him in the truck.

I'm not leaving without the oil.

What?

Oh, for god sakes.

Come on, we've risked too much to give up now.

We have made a lot of money from this so far, OK?

What's another tank of oil?

100 grand per tanker, Matty.

Are you just gonna walk away from that?

No, no, I'm gonna drive away from it now.

Fine.

You leave with them, I'm gonna go with the tanker.

Simone?

Simone!

X. Any sign of them?

No.

And Spider found this on the side of the road.

We got some action over here.

You two, keep your eyes on that road.

I don't want those tankers going anywhere.

And maintain com silence.

They could have one of our radios.

X, you and Swain hold this position.

Our priority is RO and Bomber.

Get pumping!

Go!

Ready?

Navy! Navy!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Go!

Go!

It's over, Matt.

I just want to get out of here.

Put the gun down.

We can negotiate this, right?

It doesn't have to end in bloodshed.

Put the gun down and nobody gets hurt.

Do you really want another one of your crew dead?

Now get back!

I just need to get out of here, all right?

No, where are you going?

Don't go!

No!

Stop!

Please don't go!

Don't make me do anything stupid.

Now get back! - Nowhere to go, Matt.

Put it down.

Just back off and let me out.

Got a shot, sir.

Hold your fire, Swain.

[groaning]

Where's X?

Spider, 2 Dads, stop the truck.

Spider, it's coming!

Stop the truck!

[gunshots]

Stop the truck!

[gunshots]

Get out of the truck!

Get out of the truck!

Simone, it is over.

Shut down the oil.

Shut it down.

[gunshot]

Hands up!

[gunshot]

Drop your weapon!

[gunshots]

Drop the weapon!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

[explosion]

[exertion sounds]

That's Simone!

Get off!

[yelling]

Ah!

Simone!

Someone help us!

Simone!

No!

Simone!

Ah!

Simone!

Simone!

[yelling]

I'll go and get her.

Keep everyone back.

Buff, keep 'em back.

BUFFER: Boss.

Boss!

X?

X. X.

- [whimpers] - It's OK.

She went over--

She went over the side.

She--

It's OK.

You OK?

How did you do it?

I altered the gas mixture when they were on the dive.

This will go to the feds.

Well done.

It's pretty bloody ironic, eh?

How's Fulton?

Yeah, well, he's got a busted nose courtesy of Charge.

And that bruised his ego.

So he's making a hell of a racket.

Yeah, the words stuck pig come to mind.

Excuse me.

Anyway, we'll hand him over to the feds at first light.

Good work.

Nav.

Thank you.

One at a time.

That's Campbell Fulton.

And that's Matt Robsen.

Handover is complete, boss.

You know something, X?

What?

You scrub up all right.

Oh, thanks.

Though the crude oil is not that great for the hairdo.

I have a message here from Commander Marshall at NAVCOM.

To the crew of HMAS Hammersley, congratulations

on your success.

Once again, you've done the navy proud.

Personally, I couldn't be prouder

than I am at this moment.

Three months ago, we lost a shipmate, a brother.

But today, we have a small measure of comfort

in knowing that the people responsible for ET's death

will receive the justice they deserve.

And it may not bring us closure, but it at least gives us

some measure of comfort.

For those of you who are moving on to new postings,

it may be some time before we have the opportunity

to serve together again.

That's the navy.

I'll miss you.

Strike first is Hammersley motto.

And as a team, that's what you've done every day.

You are a superb team.

And as a captain, I can't thank you enough.

Hammersley, make ready for home.

[music playing]