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[chime]

FLYNN [ON COMM]: Do you hear there?

This is the captain speaking.

The American Ambassador has just arrived on HMAS Newcastle.

The medal ceremony is scheduled to last one hour.

We have to remain on alert status

until Ambassador Davis departs.

That is all.

Why would the Navy get some big Yank

to dish out medals, eh?

Joint task force in the Gulf, mate.

These guys distinguished themselves.

The Americans are very grateful.

The Americans hand out medals like Chupa Chups, Swaino.

Sounds to me like someone's jealous.

I don't need some tin badge to tell me how good I am.

Ugh.

You do a pretty good job of that yourself.

[laughter]

Oh!

So they're the hero dudes, eh?

Bird, fourth from the left.

Talk about cute!

MAN [ON PA]: Petty Officer Dylan Mulholland, second class.

He can be my hero any day.

Congratulations, Petty Officer.

Thank you, sir.

Well done.

He's still got all his arms and legs.

How hero could he have been?

[laughter]

HMAS Hammersley, go ahead.

It's decent of the Ambassador to chopper

all the way out here.

Oh, Newcastle's on deployment, but that's just an excuse.

- Hmm. - Sorry, ma'am.

Can you repeat that, please?

Good PR.

They look good on the telly.

Yeah, OK.

Can you calm down, please, ma'am?

Sir, I've got a mayday.

I'm having trouble hearing it.

Put it on speaker, RO.

Sir.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: They're here now up on deck.

I can't-- Oh, my gosh!

Ma'am, this is Lieutenant Commander Mike Flynn on

Australian warship Hammersley.

Can you tell me your name?

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: My name's Carolyn.

Please help me.

What's the name of your vessel, Carolyn?

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: Uh, I'm on a fishing boat.

It's the White Knight.

[gunfire over comm]

Oh, my gosh!

They're shooting! - Who's shooting?

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: I don't know.

They just boarded the boat.

Sir, there's nothing on radar or AIS.

Do you think it's legit?

Can you give me your coordinates?

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: I don't know anything about boats.

Just look for the GPS.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: I don't know.

I can't--

It looks just like a SATNAV in your car.

It should be right near the radio.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: What? This thing with the numbers?

That's it.

Read me the numbers.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: 1-7-0-5--

0-5.

0-5.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: 4-6-2-4.

[gunfire]

[radio static]

Carolyn?

Carolyn, are you still there?

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: [WHISPERING] Oh, he's gone.

I don't want to die!

Head 23 miles, bearing 2-3-0, sir.

We'll have X take a RHIB.

We'll stay with the fleet.

Listen, Carolyn, we're coming to get you.

CAROLINE [ON COMM]: Do you promise?

I give you my word.

Clear!

Clear, X!

Captain, X. Boat appears to be deserted, over.

FLYNN [ON COMM]: I told the woman to hide,

X. Search everywhere.

Yes, sir.

Swain?

RO?

Caroline?

Caroline!

Australian Navy, if you're down there--

There's a bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb!

There's a bomb!

- Bomb, bomb, bomb! - Get out!

What's going on?

OK, go!

[bomb explodes]

[theme music]

On three.

ALL: One, two, three!

Lift! That's it.

We got you.

RO and Swain OK, boss.

It's just 2Dads, and the X is still missing.

2Dads, grab my hands.

About time you guys showed up.

Have you seen the X?

No?

No.

X!

X!

X!

ALL: X!

Sir?

Charge, come around 50 yards east of your position.

Good spot, Bird.

X!

X, you all right?

Come here.

That's it.

OK.

Bring her back.

Have you got any pain?

Headache?

I have a slight headache.

What day of the week is it?

It's a trick question.

It's Tuesday.

Pupils are a little bit sluggish.

A little bit sluggish?

Possible concussion.

We'll need a CT scan when we get to the shore.

I don't need a CT scan.

I'm not having one.

I'm afraid the CT scan is mandatory, ma'am.

CAROLINE [ON RECORDING]: [WHISPERING] Oh, he's gone.

I don't want to die!

FLYNN [ON RECORDING]: Listen, Caroline,

we're coming to get you.

CAROLINE [ON RECORDING]: Do you promise?

FLYNN [ON RECORDING]: I give you my word.

The White Knight was a fishing charter out of Cairns.

With its manifest destroyed, we're unsure of how many were

onboard or their identities.

And you think this was an act of piracy

Lieutenant Commander Flynn?

My crew members found no evidence of looting, ma'am,

but it could be a ransom scenario.

Then why blow up the vessel?

To cover their tracks, let us know they're serious.

That would be my best guess.

But we need to coordinate assets as soon as possible.

All right.

You heard the Lieutenant Commander.

We need to brief Canberra, and our COs.

Let's get onto it.

How are you, Mike?

I'm keen to get back out there, Maxine.

Yourself?

Well, better for this change of scenery.

I was getting itchy feet at Canberra.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Even at ADFA you couldn't sit still through a lecture.

Well, lucky for me, you took excellent notes.

[laughs] Yeah, and look where they got you.

Hmm.

I'll walk you out.

Actually, that's what I wanted to speak to you about.

According to your file, you've been up for promotion

twice in the last 12 months and knocked them both back.

Well, promotion means shore posting.

Well, judging from that mayday recording,

you could do with some time off the water.

You gave that woman your word you'd get to her.

Now, since when does a CEO make those sorts of promises?

Thank you.

I need an ally in here, Mike, someone I can trust.

I'd consider it a personal favor.

Look, Maxine, we just docked to refuel.

And you're keen to get back out there.

OK, I won't press it.

For now.

I understand you're still waiting on some crew members?

- We had a few post off. - Oh, right.

I just assigned you a new Buffer.

He'll arrive today before you sail.

Oh, here?

Yeah, mate.

Cheers.

For a gap girl, you're pretty lucky.

I was a full-blown able seaman before I

saw my first explosion.

Yeah, well, technically I didn't

see it, just the aftermath.

Stick close to me.

Trouble tends to follow me around.

Ugh.

How'd it go at the hospital?

Well, The CT scan came back clear.

Looks like it's just a few bruised ribs.

You know what that means.

My own personal masseuse.

You offering?

Light duties.

[indistinct rock music]

Have a good trip.

See you soon.

I'll call you.

Who's that?

The luckiest guy on the planet.

You must be our new Buffer.

Petty Officer Dylan Mulholland, sir.

Mike Flynn.

The other intros will have to wait.

Bird, show our new shipmate to his quarters.

Jessica Bird.

I'm new here too.

I'm doing a gap year.

I've always wanted to meet a real life hero.

Well, that makes two of us.

Charge?

NAVCOM's assigned two patrol boats.

Kingston is looking in this northeast quadrant,

Childers and Glenelg are searching here and here.

What makes you think whoever's taken these people are

long gone over the line?

Easier to set up a ransom exchange if they stay local.

Sir, the latest vessel checks out.

Nagayo 3, it's a container ship out of Nagasaki.

It's heading for Brisbane.

Thanks, RO.

Keep checking every vessel we come across.

RO: Sir. - Mark the contact X.

Yes, sir.

Dylan, come on up.

Sorry about my abruptness earlier.

We're in the middle of a coordinated search.

I've been fully briefed on the situation, sir.

This is our RO, Robert Dixon.

Andy Thorpe, Chief Engineer.

Charge.

Ah!

I will bet my last dollar that you're a Dutchy.

Surname like Mulholland, who else could I be?

And our Executive Officer, Kate McGregor.

Hi, good to meet you.

Ma'am.

The guy's been in the Gulf on a big ship, even scored

himself some fancy metal.

Why would he want to serve on a little tub like this?

I don't know 2Dads, maybe he's heard

about the excellent scran.

Well, I'm guessing the two girls in his convertible

were not his sisters.

If they were, I wouldn't mind being part of that family.

Oh!

Oh.

2DADS: Now, he's not that flash, all right?

And he'd want to think twice about pushing

his weight around.

I might just push back.

[laughter]

Don't worry, mate.

I won't hold it against you.

Dutchy.

Leo. 2Dads.

Yeah.

He's always putting his foot in it.

How are you, mate. Chris Swaino.

Nice to meet you.

Bomber.

Word on the street is you're a pretty mean chefo.

Well, I don't get too many complaints.

Well, load me up.

Put your tongue back in your head, Bomber.

[comm ping]

X [COMM]: Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Next time.

XO: Repeat MV Trader Star, this is Australian warship

calling you on VHF channel 1-6.

Over.

Sir, the coastal trader is refusing

to acknowledge radio contact.

I'll lead this evolution.

Command state Oscar's in force.

Mark the time, X.

Yes, sir.

Drop your vessel!

Drop your vessel!

Move to the back.

Move back, sir. [interposing voices]

Back of the boat please

Back against the wall.

Sir, come here.

Stand there.

You, come here.

Stay there, please, sirs.

Are you the master of this vessel?

Do you speak English?

What's your name, sir? - Ahmed.

Ahmed.

Why didn't you respond to our communication?

No radio.

It does not work.

Check it out, 2 Dads.

Roger.

What's in these containers?

Palm oil.

We trade between the islands.

Swain, Bomber, have a look inside the containers.

Looking for palm oil.

Copy that, sir.

Dutchy, check out the ship's manifest.

Make sure everything's in order.

Roger.

Sir?

Radio is out of action, but only because the batteries

have been removed.

No battery, no battery.

SWAIN [ON RADIO]: Looks like palm oil to me, sir.

Search below?

Right.

X, Captain, get RO to run a check on this boat.

MV Trader Star out of Dili, registration

India 4 Delta Foxtrot.

3 0.

Get that?

Ma'am, call just in from rescue coordination.

They've picked up an EPIRB signal.

It's local.

You can check that out.

Manifest appears to be in order, sir.

XO [ON RADIO]: Sir, we've just been

alerted to an EPIRB signal 33 miles

southwest of our current position.

We're in the middle of the search, X.

Sir, the EPIRB is registered to a fishing

boat out of Cairns.

The White Knight.

The White Knight?

Caroline's boat?

XO [ON RADIO]: Yes, sir.

Should I request another asset respond?

Negative, X, that's our priority.

Dutchy, everyone in the RHIB.

DUTCHY: Roger.

Swain, 2 Dads, Bomber, back in the RHIB.

RO [ON PA]: Data from the EPIRB, bearing 3 2 5 range 3 miles.

I'm picking up the signal 406 megahertz.

Sir, green 1 0, 1,000 yards.

You hear the captain speaking, looks like we

have somebody in the water.

Swimmer of the watch, close up.

Heave in on the recovery line, hand over hand.

It's a male, sir.

It's not Caroline.

Wearing a White Knight vest.

What about the EPIRB?

No, nothing here boss.

FLYNN: OK, Swain.

We'll need to continue our search.

Sir, I ran that check that you requested

in the MV Trader Star.

The vessel you just boarded.

Not now, RO.

Really think you should look at that piece of paper

I just handed you, sir.

This isn't the Trader Star.

That's right, the boat we just boarded stole its identity.

We had them and we let them go.

We've recovered two more bodies,

so we have three male victims, all wearing

White Knight life jackets.

Maybe this Caroline woman is still alive.

I've alerted NAVCOM.

Sent photos of the deceased to Commander White,

see if we can ID them.

Knocker.

How is she?

I never let her hear you call her that.

Well, in the navy, if your surname is White,

you're going to get called Knocker.

Last sailor to called her that found

himself mopping at the head in a military lockup.

Knocker is pressuring me to take promotion.

How many times can you turn down a promotion without it

reflecting poorly on you?

You'd have me off this boat, would you, X?

Your posting does have its advantages.

[phone ringing]

CO.

RO [ON PHONE]: Sir, Coastwatch has spotted that contact

only 15 miles to out south.

Thanks, Ro.

Pipe senior sailors to ship's office.

RO: Yes, sir.

[chime]

Senior sailors report to the ship's office.

Are we going to snatch aboard them, sir?

Not immediately, Dutchy.

I believe they have the woman on board.

And they may kill her if we attempt a daylight takedown.

So what do you have in mind?

As soon as it's dark we set up both the RHIBs

in the path of the Trader Star with a rope

cable strung between them.

Engines off, blacked out.

Completely invisible.

When our target vessel drives into the rope--

It silently pulls the RHIBs in towards the hull.

The RHIBs move alongside it and we board her.

It's a stealth tactic, it's been used

by pirates with lethal effect.

OK, it'll be dark soon.

Prepare both RHIB teams and kit up.

Full Kevlar, extra plates.

Sir.

Sir, I want to lead it.

Well, you're still on light duties.

Well, we have a new buffer, and this

is the kind of operation where my experience

would be invaluable.

In this instance, my experience

might have to suffice.

You know, you don't have to protect me.

I'm ready to go.

It's got nothing to do with that.

Was it about the promotion?

Are you being pressured to take a desk job, and all of a sudden

you want to put yourself in the line of fire.

I don't have a death wish, if that's what you're saying.

No.

But maybe you're overcompensating.

I gave this woman my word I'd keep her safe.

I didn't deliver on that.

XO [ON RADIO]: Thunder and Lightning, this is Hammersley

vectoring you into position.

Come left 5 degrees.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Roger that, X.

What's Thunder and Lightning?

Oh, they're code call signs for the RHIBs,

because our mascot is Thor.

Where's the boat we're chasing?

Here on our surveillance system.

So the RHIBs are heading for an inception point, right?

Mm-hm, which is here in preparation

for a stealth takedown.

That's awesome.

Yeah.

It beats year 12, I bet.

Thunder and Lightning, that should do it.

The MV Trader Star is now three nautical miles

north on a direct heading for you, over.

We catch them.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: OK, Dutchy, take a position to the west,

80 yards of line should do it.

Keep it as taut as we can.

Copy that.

[beeping]

X, there's something going on here.

XO: Captain X, over.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Go ahead, X.

Sir, we have some action on the Trader Star.

I'm looking at some men climbing into a speed boat.

They're on the move, sir.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Are they heading for us?

That is a negative.

They are on an easterly heading, traveling at a good clip.

What do you advise?

Are you sure they were all men?

The hostage wasn't amongst them?

XO [ON RADIO]: No, but I think so, sir.

Then she's still on the Trader,

so we stick to our plan.

Out.

Rope's pretty taut, boss.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: OK, Dutchy, hold there.

Let's cut our engines.

Copy that.

XO: Thunder and Lightning, you're in a good position.

The MV Trader Star is going to intercept you almost

right through the middle.

Over.

Get ready.

Secondaries off.

Secondaries off.

XO: The Trader has hooked the line.

In a moment she'll draw the RHIBs to her sides

as she moves forward, and then we board her.

[yelling]

[gunshots]

FLYNN: Charge?

2 Dads, Bomber, with me.

Stay where you are!

Over here.

Over here!

Get down.

Down.

2 Dads! 2 DADS: Charge, I've got it.

Take him.

2 DADS: Get down on the ground, flat on the ground,

hands behind your back.

Engines cut.

Upper decks secure.

Roger, Swain, Dutchy, with me.

You OK, Ro?

Yeah.

[latch catches]

Clear.

[door opens]

Put the knife down!

Drop the knife!

Put it down, sir, put the knife--

[gunshot]

It's a woman, sir.

Get in there, Swain.

Ma'am?

Caroline?

Caroline.

Are you OK?

Tell Phil please.

What's that? What did you say?

I'm sorry.

I had to tell them.

Tell them what, Caroline?

What did you have to tell them?

How's she doing, Swain?

Blood pressure is 90 over 50, pupils are reacting briskly.

She's quite dehydrated, and she's taken

a fairly fierce beating, Boss.

I don't how much blood she's lost.

[knocking]

Sir, there's hydro-graphic vessel to our south with

a doctor on board, and they're heading

up to rendezvous with us now.

What about the two captured crew?

They're down in our steer under guard.

They're not saying a word.

Sir, commander White's on the sat phone.

We've identified the three deceased males

from your photos, the White Knights owner, and two tourists

from Sydney on a fishing holiday.

My RO is sending through a photo of Caroline now.

Do you have any idea what this is about, Mike?

I mean that woman was tortured for something.

Who's Phil, and what did she tell them?

We're trying to work that out now.

I've got my crew on board the boat,

tearing it apart for information.

Terrorist materials?

We've got maps of the local coastline,

satellite surveillance photos of nearby islands, a couple

of al-Qaeda training manuals.

You've seen this kind of thing before?

Yes, sir.

Any change, Swain?

No, sir.

Sir, their ship will be here within the hour.

OK.

You look exhausted, Swain.

Grab some sleep.

We're all short on sleep, sir.

Well, Bomber can watch over Caroline for a spell.

Just let me know if her condition changes.

OK.

We need to question the prisoners, sir.

That's a job for the feds.

With all due respect, sir, I think these men are

planning something very big.

And some of them are still at large.

Let me question them, sir.

OK.

X, you go with Dutchy.

I don't know the X.

Well, you'll work together on this.

Sir.

How's the arm?

No hard feelings, eh?

You speak English?

Yeah, you speak it all right.

I'm gonna ask you some questions.

It's in your best interest to answer them.

OK?

What are you doing here?

What did you want from the woman you tortured?

What did she tell you that was so important?

Where did your buddies in the speedboat go?

[spit] [yelling]

Dutchy!

Let him go, let him go.

[yelling]

Outside.

Let him go.

You should know better than that.

Just trying to get some answers.

By torturing the man?

Well, asking him nicely wasn't working, was it?

So why not go straight to waterboarding?

We just saved a woman from that sort of inhumane treatment.

Hey, if you're going to give me

the we're no different to them speech, don't bother.

Ma'am.

This is how you got your medal in the Gulf?

X?

Caroline's coming around.

Just a few sips.

OK, that's enough.

That's it.

Caroline, I'm Mike Flynn.

I spoke with you over the radio.

You said you were coming.

I'm so sorry we didn't get to you in time.

You did.

These men who hurt you, who are they?

You said tell Phil I'm sorry, I had to tell them?

Phil.

Sir, her memory might be affected from the injuries

she sustained.

Oh, my God.

Phil!

Caroline?

Who's Phil?

Phil Davis.

Ambassador Davis.

What, the American ambassador?

CAROLINE: I work for him at the embassy.

He's holidaying here with his family on an island somewhere.

Supposed to be a secret.

Is that what you told these men?

Where he is?

They're gonna kill him.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

MAN: Commander White, I've got Lieutenant

Commander Flynn on the line, he says it's urgent.

Put him through.

Mike, this better to be a national security crisis.

The woman's identified herself as Caroline

Taylor, an assistant to the American ambassador

in Canberra.

The ambassador?

What?

FLYNN [ON PHONE]: He's spending the week on Angel

Island with his family.

It's a remote privately owned resort just off the Lihou Cays.

According to Caroline, he's only got a very

small security detail with him.

Why are you telling me this?

FLYNN [ON PHONE]: The group who abducted Miss Taylor tortured

her for this information.

We think they're launching an assassination attempt.

Where's Miss Taylor now?

We've transferred her to the survey

vessel which has a doctor.

OK, look, I'll make a quick phone call,

I'll get right back to you.

Sir, can I take you through this?

This is Angel Island.

The resort is on the west coast here.

This is where we intercepted the Trade Star.

Their speed boat was heading off on that bearing.

They'd have to travel 20 plus miles to make

sure they're off our radar.

And then come around in the big circle

and hit Angel Island on the east flank.

Which would add hours to their travel time.

If we take a direct route, we'll be there in one.

[phone ringing] - Four hours?

Tops.

Sir, Commander White.

Plot a course, X.

Sir.

Maxine?

According to the Americans, the ambassador

flew straight home to Canberra after the ceremony

on Newcastle.

Well, that's the official line.

His holiday is classified.

What was this Taylor woman doing on a fishing

boat on the barrier reef?

Sight seeing.

Obviously there was a security link at the embassy.

I'm not even sure she works at the embassy, Mike.

The Americans aren't confirming anything.

And you're obviously not talking to the right people.

It's 02:30.

The right people are sleeping.

We're heading to Angel Island now, ETA 06:00.

OK. I'll work on at my end.

Keep me informed.

CHARGE: Sir, coming up an Angel Island.

Anything on radar?

No, nothing, though they could be on the other side

of the island.

I've got an American voice on VHF, 16,

wanting to know what the navy's doing.

This is Lieutenant Commander Mike Flynn on HMAS Hammersley,

over.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Lieutenant Commander, I need you

to turn your ship around, sir.

Look, we have credible information

of a possible attempt on Ambassador Davis's life.

We're here to provide assistance, over.

MAN [ON RADIO]: This is a restricted area.

We do not need your assistance.

We have a radar contact bearing 1 6 0,

just appeared to be on the southern tip

of the island, sir.

Pipe boarding stations.

Sir.

Let me take this one?

My ribs are fine.

I'm fresher.

OK.

X, the target boat is three miles from the beach

resort and closing.

Your rang to intercept is 1,000 yards.

XO: Roger that, sir.

Target vessel sighted ahead, over.

Speedboat approaching Angel Island, heave to

or you will be fired upon.

X, target vessels changing course.

Turning around.

What are they doing?

They've altered course and they're

heading straight for us.

Weapons ready!

Secondaries off.

[gunfire]

Engage!

[gunshots]

Take cover!

[gunshots]

Aim for the engines.

Disable them!

[gunshots]

X, RPG.

Sir, they've got an RPG.

They're making a run at Hammersley.

Charge typhoon.

Sir.

[alarm]

That can't hurt us, right?

An RPG can breach the hull and sink us.

X, cease your pursuit, I repeat, cease your pursuit

and get clear.

We'll take them out with the typhoon,

but I need you out of there.

Over.

Let's go!

RO: RPG off our starboard bow.

BIRD: Are they going to fire on us?

They'll need to be much closer with that RPG.

Tracking him, sir.

Speedboat 500 yards, sir.

We'll be in their range within 200 yards.

400 yards.

I want a three to five round burst, Charge.

Sir.

300 yards, sir.

Aim and target.

[rpg shot] RO: They've fired.

Brace, brace, brace.

We got it.

[explosion]

CHARGE: That boat must have been loaded with explosives.

I'll be here next week.

Pleasure to meet you Mr. Ambassador.

On behalf of my crew, thanks for the invitation.

My people tell me I owe you the big thank you.

So cleanup is finished out there?

No survivors?

No, sir.

I've spoken to Miss Taylor.

She's on her way to Cairns.

She's going to be OK, thanks to you.

Just doing our job, sir.

This is my wife, Monique.

- Hello. - Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

How you doing?

I don't know about you boys, but I

feel like Cinderella at luau.

A few more of these and we might start looking like her.

Salmon vol au vents.

Number five on my list of all time favorite hors d'oeuvres.

Fascinating.

What's your number one?

Pig in a blanket.

Reminds me of a favorite game the mine.

Hide the sausage.

Here we go.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Looks like Dutchy's fitting in pretty well.

He seems really easygoing.

And he's pretty hot, too.

Bird, I take it that you your gap seamanship course

filled you in thoroughly on navy regs.

X, I know all about the no snogging your shipmates rule.

But there is no rule that says you can't check them out.

No, no, there's no law against that.

I had a lengthy conversation with your Commander White.

She speaks very highly of you.

She's biased.

We go back quite a way.

And I'm also godfather to her teenage son.

She told me you're reluctant to take promotion.

Well, I just don't think I'm built for a job behind a desk.

I still got my sea legs.

Higher office does have its advantages,

Mike, that more than compensate for any boredom.

So people tell me.

Tempura, prawn, cucumber sandwiches, pig in a blanket.

Is anybody-- oh sorry.

Can anybody tell me where the gents is?

Bathroom.

How many of those have you had?

Two, three.

Oh just, um, they're very nice.

No, I haven't spotted the head, yet.

Might want to try downstairs, though.

Thank you.

Robert?

Stay away from golf buggies.

And the transsexuals.

Actually, Dutchy.

You going to tell us how you got the medal in the Gulf or what?

Ah.

You know how it is.

I've got no idea.

What'd you do?

Catch the biggest fish?

Surf the biggest wave?

Eat the biggest falafel.

Hey guys, can you give Dutchy and I a minute.

- Sure. - Sure, ma'am.

Cheers.

I just, I think we've got off on the wrong foot,

and given that we have to work together so closely

I was hoping that we could start from scratch.

Of course, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, can tell me where the toilet is?

I mean, you know a bit of signage would be nice-- whoa!

What's your name, sir?

Ahmed.

Is anybody there?

[knocking]

I'm behind the door.

Little boys room?

Somewhere that way.

[knocking]

Open up the door!

[knocking]

Where's the boss?

Commander White tells me you and her

would make an excellent team.

It sounds to me like she's a woman

used to getting her own way.

Take it from me, Mike, if a woman like that

puts her mind to something, there's no use denying her.

Sooner or later, they always get what they want.

Why don't you just think about it, Mike.

A change of pace may be what you really need.

[fighting]

[knocking]

How's the hand?

Was just a flesh wound.

Swaino patched me up.

Don't hover, Mike, sit.

Thought I might just hang by the door.

Quick getaway.

Ma'am.

Sit.

Unfortunately there's been a blanket on the press,

so the public are never going to know about your heroics.

I can live with that.

The people that matter, however,

have been fully briefed.

I've just been reading an email from the admiral.

He wants to know why Mike Flynn is being so stubborn

about this blasted promotion.

Don't tell me, he's been speaking with his old mate

the ambassador.

I have had Ambassador Davies on the phone too,

chewing my ear off.

It seems you've been doing your job just a bit too well.

Hey?

My godson.

How old is Ryan now? 16?

Nearly 18.

Don't change the subject, Mike.

Please, Maxine.

The office next to mine is free.

You can't sit in the COs chair forever.

I wasn't thinking forever, I just

thought the next year or three.

[phone ringing]

Wait!

Commander White.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, just a second, sir.

Chief of Navy.

If you're determined to stall on this,

you're going to have to explain to the boss yourself.

Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

Mike Flynn.

Any day now?

I fluff.

You mean you fold.

[interposing voices]

What would you prefer to play, Bird?

Catfish?

BIRD: Hey, don't knock it, I'm actually

pretty good at that one.

All right.

What are we going to-- two pair.

Threesome.

Commander Flynn.

Congratulations on your promotion.

What do you think?

I think it could do with some curtains.

We should, you know, grab a drink.

Celebrate the promotion.

Congratulations.

You settling in?

Maxine, this is my--

was my executive officer, Kate McGregor.

Commander, it's good to meet you.

Lieutenant McGregor. Good timing.

Hammersley has just received an order to sail in 30 minutes.

30 minutes?

Come into my office and I'll brief you on the operation

and tell you all about your new CO.

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