Original subtitles

Oh, yeah!

Here we go!

Are you on?

[laughs]

Ugh,

Oh, eww!

Oh, relax.

It's just a bit of squid.

Yeah, but it's so slimy.

Hey!

I thought the rule is bait your own hook?

I don't do slimy.

Guess that kills 2Dads' chances.

He's a monster, get the net!

Don't get the net.

Get the camera, Bomber.

Oh!

[laughing]

That's your monster?

- It's huge! - Ah!

Mate, I don't think this thing's got a macro setting.

Mate, it's bigger than it looks.

Ugh, bet you say that to all the girls.

[laughs]

Er, how do I cast it?

OK.

So, well, you could take this off.

Yep.

Then you put your thumb on there.

[laughs loudly]

[laughter]

What's with the get-up, Charge?

A man is only as good as his tools, 2Dads.

Welcome, Captain Ahab.

Are they, uh, trout flies on your head?

It's for decoration, Dutchy.

It's all about the lure.

Mate, I reckon that cost you a bomb.

CHARGE: Oh, bloke at the Tackle Warehouse

did a deal and the whole shebang.

It was a smidge shy of a grand.

Oh.

[laughs]

Must have seen him coming!

All right.

Well, why don't you guys just stay

back when I land my first fish?

KATE MCGREGOR: I just don't think it's my position

to have to deal with that.

MIKE FLYNN: It's your job.

KATE MCGREGOR: I think of it--

Sir, aircraft closing from astern.

Line of sight 1-0.

Seaplane?

No.

MIKE FLYNN: Let's see what they've

got to say for themselves.

KATE MCGREGOR: It's a small Cessna, by the look of it.

RO: Cessna aircraft off my stern,

this is Australian warship calling you on UHF 16.

Come in.

[radio crackles]

What's he doing?

Buzzing the navy for a lark.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Cessna aircraft off my stern, this is Australian warship--

Hey, Charge, seeing as how you're not doing too much,

do you mind getting me the net?

- I've-- I've got one. - You say?

You on? - Yeah.

- Holy hell. - Whoa.

If not a mackerel, it could be a dogtooth.

It could be a marlin.

You have reel in a big game fish before, haven't you?

Yeah.

I got a-- I've got a big flathead in the Maroochy River

once. Oh!

Right.

No, no, no, no.

Let him fight.

Let him fight.

SWAIN: Reel, reel, reel, reel.

Oh, you've got a fight on your hands, Charge.

Say the word and I'll jump in.

CHARGE: [grunts] I'm OK.

No, no-- - Hey--

No fear. I'm gonna bring this--

BOMBER: --he's

CHARGE: --if it's the last thing--

BOMBER: --rather close. - --I do.

[grunts]

2DADS: What's this guy up to?

[engine splutters]

What the hell?

Nut case.

CHARGE: [growls]

[theme music]

Victor, Hotel, India, Quebec, Sierra.

Yes!

Victor, Hotel, India, Quebec, Szzzzt-t-t-t, Sierra.

I gotcha.

Victor, Hotel, India, Quebec, Sierra.

Punched the tail number into the CASA website.

Registered to some cow cocky called

Mathieson in the Territory.

I say, we give the feds a bell.

I don't think we'll go that far, Charge.

It was just some hotshot pilot trying to razz us up.

CHARGE: That hotshot cost me an $800 rod, sir.

And a fair bit of pride.

MIKE FLYNN: Charge, publicity only

encourages idiots like that.

There's plenty of fish in the sea, Charge.

Fish like that come along once in a lifetime, X.

MIKE FLYNN: Charge,are you aware that Bird

is on marine tech rotation?

What?

Might be nice of you to teach her a thing or two.

[scoffs]

Of course, sir.

There's something in the water right ahead.

Range, near.

MIKE FLYNN: Stop both engines. Port, 30.

SWAIN: Stop both engines.

Port, 30.

MIKE FLYNN: Midships.

SWAIN: Midships.

Full astern both engines.

Full astern both engines.

KATE MCGREGOR: We didn't see anything on the radar.

If it's a boat, we haven't had any EPIRBs.

Or any maydays.

And no recent storm activity to speak of.

It's not just jettisoned debris.

There's actually some structure there.

X, it's not a boat.

It's part of a wing off a plane.

Let's get Charge up here.

Any sign one of the main cabin, X?

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: Negative.

Looks like most of the central section has gone down.

Sir, the RCC's detected the aircraft's emergency

transmitter at our current coordinates.

So, that's it.

What's the water depth here?

Approximately 600 meters?

Mark the position, RO.

CHARGE: It explains the erratic flight pattern.

Must have been low on fuel or mechanical problems,

or something.

Strange.

No maydays.

CHARGE: Yeah.

MIKE FLYNN: And they didn't respond to our transmissions.

Puts the loss of some fishing tackle into perspective.

Sir?

There's something in the water.

200 meters.

Right 4-5!

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: Sir, we've got someone in the water.

KATE MCGREGOR: Sir!

Just come up this way a bit more.

Stop!

DUTCHY: 2, 3.

[grunts]

SWAIN: Oh, he's got a pulse!

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: He's alive.

We need a stretcher on the quarterdeck.

BOMBER: What's with the overalls?

SWAIN: Pupils are 3 to 4, bit sluggish.

These burns to his face and hands

appear pretty superficial.

Ah, 2 Dads, I need you to get me a bowl

of water with lots of ice in it and plenty of face washers.

Roger.

SWAIN: Luckily, he doesn't look like he's

got any inhalational burns.

BP's 160 and 95.

OK.

Swaino?

SWAIN: Er, head injury, sir.

His blood pressure's a bit high and his pulse is tacky.

But we really don't know where we stand until we

check his Glasgow Coma Scale.

English, Swain?

Need a medivac.

RO's already put in a request.

Sir, what he's wearing is--

Prison overalls.

WOMAN [ON INTERCOM]: Commander White, Lieutenant Commander

Flynn on the sat phone.

Now, the Cessna's confirmed as belonging to a cattle

property in the Top End, Mike.

I mean, details are still sketchy,

but there was an incident involving

an overturned prison bus about 200 k's out of Darwin.

So we're talking escaped prisoners?

KNOCKER WHITE [ON SAT PHONE]: Three prisoners

are unaccounted for, and it seems

they hijacked the property owner, a Jim Mathieson,

and forced him to fly them out in his Cessna.

They were heading for PNG, given

the direction they were flying.

KNOCKER WHITE: And the prisoner number on those overalls

identifies your injured man as Karl Butherworth.

He's a convicted rapist and murderer.

Now, I am waiting on information on this Butherworth

from Northern Territory prison services,

and I will email it to you as soon as it arrives.

Thank you.

And the medivac?

I'm afraid I've got some more bad news for you.

MIKE FLYNN: Our patient's name is Karl Butherworth.

But we have a problem, Swain.

Medivac's a no-go.

Assets are tied up in the Timor Sea.

Best we can do is steam home at top speed.

All right.

So when are we getting underway, then?

The X is doing another sweep of the debris field.

Two other prisoners and the pilot on that Cessna.

We have to be absolutely certain.

Sir, what's this man in prison for?

He was convicted of rape and murder.

But given his condition, I don't think he's a danger.

Can you manage him until we reach port?

Yes, sir,

MIKE FLYNN: I'll check on X's progress.

[breathes raggedly]

SWAIN: Bomber.

He's stopped breathing.

Grab the Ambu bag.

Bomber!

Bomber!

You all right?

KATE MCGREGOR [ON RADIO]: That's three comprehensive sweeps.

I'd say anyone else on that plane hasn't made it.

OK, X. Head back to the ship and we'll get underway.

SWAIN: Problem, boss.

I'm running out of saline.

Now, without an IV infusion, I don't

think I can keep this man alive long

enough to get back to port.

Well, unfortunately, we don't have any other options, Swain.

We might.

Tapoa Island is four miles to the south of us.

Now, there's a small Red Cross clinic in the village.

It should have saline solution and other medical equipment

that'll help me manage him better.

OK.

Contact the clinic, see if they can help out.

CHARGE: This looks suspiciously like Tuesday

night's fish casserole.

Bomber's busy.

If it wasn't that, it'd be last Sunday's lasagna.

Eww!

Smells a bit pongy.

2 Dads, if you don't like it, don't eat it.

Have you got any muffins?

Oh!

BOTH: Yeah!

That's it?

Hey, Charge, can you pass me the dead horse, please?

Yeah, sure.

Give me the muffin.

Hmm?

Give me the muffin.

Do I look like a sap to you? Give me the muffin.

Charge, you do look like a bit of a sap.

You!

2DADS: Aah!

Charge!

I'm sorry to interrupt the fun and games.

I've got a little job for you.

Can't do anything on an empty stomach, ma'am.

You won't be using your stomach.

It's a simple pick-up.

Whom am I picking up?

Apart from 2 Dad's and dropping him on his head?

Dr. Nadal.

Swain spoke with him.

He's over on Tapoa Island.

I need you to take a shore party,

pick him up, and bring him back to Hammersley.

Sure. Just one thing.

What?

I'm taking him.

Absolutely.

You can take Dutchy, too.

The village is just a short hike into the jungle.

Good job, Robert.

[MOCKINGLY] Good job, Robert.

You've, er, got your lunch on your chin, mate.

Oh!

That's a bit of overkill there, Dutchy.

It's just a pick-up, mate.

I've always said, it's better to have a gun than need a gun,

Charge. - [laughs]

Charge!

I hear you guys are going to the island.

Yeah.

Well, I'm on marine tech rotation, sir.

It's my job to shadow you, right?

Go where you go?

It's not a marine tech job, Bird.

BIRD: Please, please, please, Charge.

I won't be a problem.

I promise.

Please.

[chuckles]

Hey, you're the boss.

One condition.

You stay with the RHIB.

BIRD: Anything to feel real sand beneath my feet.

CHARGE: All right.

Go get special helmet, go.

Yep.

CHARGE: Go.

Sucker and a soft touch.

[laughs]

Hey.

Bird, keep one eye on this RHIB,

and one ear on that radio.

And all these lovely sand between my toes.

You just keep your boots on.

Come on, let's go.

[fire crackles]

CHARGE: Jeez.

"Simple pick-up", she said.

"Short hike into the jungle", she said.

Well, there better be an all-day breakfast here, I

can tell you that for nothing.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Looks like it's well past lunchtime.

Char-grilled, whatever the hell that is, anyone?

Didn't know Bomber was cooking for the locals now.

2DADS: [laughing]

DUTCHY: Hello?

[water trickles]

You hear that?

Nothing to hear.

Exactly.

Hello?

Hello?

Dr. Nadal!

Hello!

Looks like somebody left in a hurry.

Somebody?

The whole village.

Australian Navy.

Anyone here?

[whistles]

CHARGE: Dr. Nadal!

Hello?

[gun cocks]

2 DADS, watch our backs for any movement.

[creaking]

[WHISPERS] Charge.

His throat's been cut, sir.

The whole village, it's--

it's deserted.

It's like they've left in a real hurry.

Over.

Tapoa Island's had its fair share

of conflict in the past, sir.

Rascals and the like.

Charge, are you armed and in Kevlar vests?

Negative, sir.

Dutchy's got a pistol.

But I-- I didn't think it was necessary.

Over.

Sir, I told him that it was a straightforward pick-up.

OK.

You can lead a second shore party.

RO, go with the X, fully armed with the extra plates.

Charge, I'm sending over a second shore party.

I want you three to head to the beach.

They'll replace you and conduct a search.

Over.

Copy that, sir.

Out.

Excuse me, X.

Yep.

RO, you wanna go ahead and get the RHIB in the water?

Yes, ma'am.

BOMBER: Swain needs you to search the Red Cross clinic,

see if you can get what he needs.

He's made a list.

Uh, saline solution, morphine, Solugel.

Oh, Melolin, that's a non-stick dressing.

Bomber, why don't you join us and then you can

just get this stuff yourself?

I would, but Swain needs me here, ma'am.

Well, can't Bird assist him?

Bird?

Yeah.

Sir?

X, what's the hold-up?

We got a problem.

Bird is on the island.

What?

According to Bomber, Charge let Bird join the shore party.

OK.

Get over there as quick as you can.

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Charge, CO.

Go ahead, sir.

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Charge, do you have Bird with you?

Negative, sir.

What do you mean "negative"?

I've just been told you let her join the shore party.

I left her minding the RHIB.

CHARGE [ON RADIO]: Bird, this is Charge.

Over Bird, this is Charge.

Over.

CHARGE: Bird!

Charge!

Come in!

Bird!

Where are you?

[yells]

DUTCHY: 2Dads?

2DADS: Ugh!

You right?

You OK?

Yeah.

What's this?

A life raft.

2DADS: I got a really bad feeling about this, Charge.

That's the tail number from the crashed Cessna.

And there's the pilot and two escapees unaccounted for,

right?

Both convicted murderers.

Oh, great.

[gun cocks] 2DADS: Australian Navy!

Stop!

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[panting]

Where did they get guns?

OK, I'm gonna circle round to the west, try to flank him.

You, two, keep his focus here.

2DADS: What?

You want us to be sitting ducks?

No.

I want you to be decoys.

He's got an automatic weapon.

You've only got a 9-millimeter.

And we've got sweet F-A.

You hesitate, you die.

You might as well drop that gun of yours now!

The place is gonna be crawling with navy in a minute.

Yeah, and I won't be here.

DUTCHY: There is no way off this island, mate.

You're not gonna get far in that pretty

little life raft of yours.

I've got Mathieson.

Guys, he's holding the pilot hostage.

I need one of you to create a distraction on his east plank.

Righto, I'll go.

Charge!

I hope you've got plenty of ammo.

Is that little pop gun all you got?

[gun shots]

Dutchy, Charge has gone over.

[gun shots]

Back off!

Back off, or I shoot him in the head.

Please, God, do what he says.

I mean it.

I got nothing to lose.

I'll kill him!

All right.

All right, I'm backing off.

Australian Navy, drop your weapon.

[gun shots]

[panting]

Charge.

You OK, Mr. Mathieson?

Yeah.

He's dead.

Pretty good shooting, Dutchy.

It was a ballsy maneuver, Charge.

Where's the other guy?

I don't know.

He's took off a while back.

Bird.

Where are you?

- [screams] - Hey!

No, no! Don't!

BIRD: Let me go!

- Urg! - Help!

Hey!

Help!

RO: You put hands where I can see them!

KATE MCGREGOR: Bird, move back from him!

Come back here to me.

RO: You stay where you are!

Got him? KATE MCGREGOR: You OK?

RO: Yeah, I got him.

Bird!

Did he hurt her? - No!

Face down!

[groans]

We made it in time, Charge.

[groans]

Just.

You're OK.

[sighs]

You showed some seriously poor judgment.

You took a GX on a shore party without

following proper procedure.

Yes, sir.

I just thought that, because she was on my rotation--

Byrd is a gap recruit.

She joins evolution's only with my express approval.

Now, I'm not saying you could have anticipated what happened,

but you should never have left her alone and in charge

of minding that RHIB.

That is a seaman's responsibility.

It won't happen again, sir.

No, it won't.

You can go.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: Dutchy, I want a full report on that shooting,

and your divisional officer will organize counselling.

I guess that's not optional, sir?

Yes, sir.

So I managed to get, uh, Solugel, non-stick dressing,

saline solution.

There's a few vials of morphine in there.

Although, they guy that Dutchy shot

had already pumped most of that into his leg.

Thanks, RO.

You did well, mate.

So, is the rapist/murderer gonna live?

BOMBER: Uh, just in here, Mr. Mathieson.

Uh, Swain? - Yeah.

This is Mr. Mathieson.

He's got a few cuts and abrasions that need cleaning.

Yeah.

Um, Bomber, can you, um--

We can take him into the seniors' mess

and treat him in there. - Sure.

Sorry.

Um, Mr. Mathieson, just follow me.

I don't think you need stitches.

Butterfly clips should do the job.

[knock on door]

Mr. Mathieson, I'm Mike Flynn, Commanding Officer.

You've been through quite an ordeal.

Yes.

Your Cessna, did it run out of fuel, or--

Oh, I had to ditch it.

It was a last resort, believe me.

You're a hero, Mr. Mathieson.

It's Jim.

I'm no hero.

I thought was gonna die today, more than once.

Well, you're safe now.

Karl Butherworth is no danger.

And the other fella is under armed guard.

Third escapee was killed, as you know.

That makes me a bit happier.

I know someone else who'll be a lot happier.

Your wife.

NAVCOM will be contacting her soon.

I'll leave you to it.

Very good.

[breathes noisily]

My watch.

Is he OK?

He reckons he's got chronic asthma.

Can't breathe.

There's no air in here.

I-- maybe I busted a rib.

Has Swain seen him?

No, I just bought him straight down here.

Don't you think that Swain should see him?

At least give him a puff on some ventolin or something?

It's pretty stuffy in here.

All right.

I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Some of the blisters have already burst.

We're just applying Solugel and Melolin dressing.

[groaning]

Yeah I've already got an IV--

Swain.

Just a sec, sir.

[groans]

Mr. Butherworth. [knocking on door]

Mr. Butherworth, can you hear me?

Swaino, you're needed in Austere, mate.

Just a minute.

Uh, sir, the patient's semi-conscious

and in obvious point.

I'm gonna need to give him some morphine.

I just need your OK for that.

Yep.

Yeah, OK.

OK.

All right.

Well, uh, I'll call if there are any further developments.

Yeah?

The other con in Austere reckons he's got asthma.

Charge wants you check him out.

Ah!

Bird-- can you grab Bird, please.

Oi.

[whistles] Chicken legs.

Swain wants you.

[groaning]

Swain?

SWAIN: Yeah, Bird. uh, can you give Bomber a hand in here

while I go down to Austere? - Sure.

OK.

OK, Bomb, Fleet Medical's instruction,

it's two milligrams of morphine every 10 minutes.

I'm gonna him one dose here.

Wait another 10 minutes.

If he's still in any pain, give him another two milligrams, OK?

[WHISPERS] OK.

RICHARD LOGAN: I wasn't gonna hurt her.

She just turned around and fell.

I just wanted the--

[breathes deeply]

What?

RICHARD LOGAN: [breathes deeply] The keys to the inflatable.

So you could continue your escape?

RICHARD LOGAN: So I could go home, back to the mainland,

turn myself in.

Then why escape in the first place?

RICHARD LOGAN: I didn't want to get on that plane.

I just-- I don't know.

Got caught up in it all, I guess.

The way I hear it, you fled from an overturned prison van.

I figured if I could get free, I could prove my innocence.

I didn't murder my wife.

I was framed by the police.

Right.

Don't tell me, it's a one-armed I man.

It was my best mate.

He was having an affair with her.

Prisons full of innocent men, eh?

If you're so innocent, why did you kill a doctor?

I wasn't a part of that, I swear.

As soon as we got to the island, I took off.

I'd never hurt anyone.

I'm a pacifist.

Thanks, Swain.

All right.

Do you know how to use one of these?

That the escapee in Austere?

- Yeah. - What your reading that for?

I was actually looking up Butherworth,

but this just came up.

Thought I'd check it out.

Says he's an innocent man.

Yeah.

And he was framed by police.

Right.

And I thought I was the conspiracy nut.

RO: You are.

Fake moon landings, alien abductions,

those photographs of the four-breasted Estonian woman.

That woman is documented fact.

[scoffs]

[sighs] All right.

Who does he say murdered his wife?

Best mate.

[scoffs] Motive?

According to Mr. Logan, his best mate and his wife

were having an affair.

She was gonna out them both if the best

mate didn't get a divorce.

Sounds vaguely plausible.

But, why would the police go to all

the trouble of framing Logan?

I don't get that.

Why didn't they just go after the real killer?

I don't know.

Why don't you go ask him?

Mrs. Mathieson?

I've got your husband right here.

I'll just be in the passage.

Thanks, Captain.

[HOARSELY] Hello?

Mm, yeah.

The throat.

Yeah, burnt.

[clears throat] No, I'm OK.

Really.

[clears throat] I can't really talk.

[clears throat]

[computer beeps]

Yeah, it's horrible.

Yeah, I miss you, too, darling.

Love you, sweetheart.

See you soon.

BIRD: Bomber, I think he needs another shot of morphine.

[groaning]

It's been over 10 minutes, Bomber.

Look, it's nearly 15 minutes.

Bomber, look at him.

The man needs another shot of morphine.

Swain said that--

I know what Swain said.

Then, why aren't you giving him the shot?

Do you honestly think a man like this deserves pain relief?

Are you serious?

He raped and murdered three women, Bird.

One of them was 16, a year younger than you.

How do you know that?

I made it my business to find out.

OK.

But he's still suffering.

Not nearly as much as those women suffered.

Look, if you don't give him the shot of morphine, I will.

[coughs]

[groans]

Satisfied?

Move.

Jeez, it's stuffy in here.

Tell someone who cares.

Hey.

I thought you'd done your watch.

Yeah.

I just figured I'd let you off the hook.

Well, shouldn't we stick to the X's roster?

2Dads, I'm offering you the opportunity to skive off.

This doesn't mean I owe you, yeah?

You can't turn around tomorrow and call in a favor--

Just go and watch a DVD.

[laughs]

CHARGE: Saw some interesting news clippings about you

on the net, Logan.

The prosecution had a pretty solid case against you.

Oh, yeah?

What motive did I have?

CHARGE: They said you found out about the affair.

It's a crime of passion.

Never had a clue.

I thought we were happy.

Makes me a gullible fool, not a murderer.

A similar thing happened to my dad.

My mom cheated on him with his best mate.

But, he said he always felt like killing his mate--

RICHARD LOGAN: Yeah.

--and not my mom.

Exactly.

If I had known, I would have gone after Barry, not Rhonda.

We'd been mates 20 years.

Why would the police frame you?

Why wouldn't they just try and prove the case

against the real killer.

Barry was a cop.

[wheezes]

They were--

[wheezes]

--looking after their own.

[wheezes]

I can't breathe.

Logan?

There's no air in here.

This isn't working.

[wheezes]

You all right?

Here.

Easy.

Come on.

Come with me.

Up the hatch.

Go.

Get up the hatch.

[wheezes]

CHARGE: That's it.

Just go straight out.

[continues wheezing]

Suck it in.

Good, fresh sea air.

Stay there.

Mr. Mathieson.

OK, um, I need you to go to the wardroom

and get the Swain for me?

Sorry.

Do you know where the wardroom is?

Oh, is that where they're treating that, uh,

Butherworth guy? - Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

I need you to ask the Swain to come out to the boat deck.

Um, tell him Logan's having another asthma attack.

OK.

Thanks, mate.

SWAIN: I can't give any more morphine

for another five minutes, OK?

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

I'm looking for the Swain.

Yeah, it's me.

Need you up on deck.

Uh, Logan's having an asthma attack.

OK, thank you.

No more morphine for five minutes, OK?

BOMBER: OK, cool.

- [gasps] - Let go of me!

That man! That--

Let go of me, you freak!

No, he's not--

[coughs]

Just breathe in and out, slowly as you can.

CHARGE: How's the guy in the wardroom.

Yeah, I think he's gonna be OK.

Suffering from a bit of concussion,

but he's starting to come around a bit more.

CHARGE: That's good.

SWAIN: That's it, mate.

Just breathe in and out.

Oh, his lungs sound clear.

He's breathing back to normal.

But just in case, hang on to that.

Give me a call if he has another attack.

Thanks, Swain.

Answer me something.

What?

If I could give you information

that would save lives on this boat, what would it be worth?

Would you let me escape?

What sort of question is that?

RICHARD LOGAN: If I told you something that would save lives

here, maybe even the lives of your shipmates,

would you look the other way, let me go?

[alarm blares]

RO: Smoke alarm.

Laundry.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Alarm, alarm, alarm.

Smoke alarm activated in the laundry.

Standing sea fire party, muster and investigate.

Charge, to the bridge at the rush.

What's going on?

Sir, can you make your way up top deck, please?

- Charge, Marine Link console. - Yes, sir.

What have we got, fire or smoke?

It's just smoke at the moment, but where there's smoke--

Yeah.

Bridge.

Charge, this is Dutchy.

CHARGE [ON RADIO]: Go ahead, Dutchy.

DUTCHY: Yeah, it's a bogey, mate.

There's no smoke in here at all.

Righto.

Well, do a thorough check of any adjacent compartments.

Get 2Dads to double-check the smoke detector,

see if it's faulty.

Yep, copy that.

Hey, do you wanna go and check on the patient,

make sure the alarm hasn't unsettled him?

Yes, Sir.

You need to check that, make sure it's not faulty.

And we need to check the adjacent compartments.

There's no fire or smoke in the laundry, sir.

OK. Everyone can relax.

Looks like a false alarm.

Oh!

[grunts]

What?

Ah!

[coughs]

Ugh!

[coughing]

Bomber, you all right?

You all right?

[coughs]

MIKE FLYNN: SITREP, Dutchy.

DUTCHY [ON RADIO]: We're still clearing the upper decks, sir.

No sign of him as yet.

After we secure this area, we'll head to the lower decks.

MIKE FLYNN: Roger.

Are you OK?

Yes, sir.

RO: Sir, this just in from NAVCOM,

though they claim they sent it over an hour ago.

It confirms what our patient seems to be saying.

Well, he must have change clothes with Jim

Mathieson at some point.

Mm.

Dutchy, CO.

DUTCHY [ON RADIO]: Go ahead, sir.

I have confirmation.

The man we're searching for is Karl Butherworth.

What's going on?

I heard the alarms and I--

Butherworth went for the pilot?

Yeah.

Did he kill him?

Not really.

He almost killed young Bomber, but I got to her in time.

I told you.

[laughs] What happens now?

We're still looking for Butherworth.

He got away--

I'm not talking about Butherworth.

What about me?

We had a deal, right?

I gave you information that saved lives on this boat.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON PA]: Stand by the dock home port.

Special sea duty men and cable party, close up.

[WHISPERS] Yeah.

Hey! Hey!

Oi!

[door shuts]

[siren wails]

KATE MCGREGOR: Pass over lines!

MAN: Stand by, one.

Aheave in one.

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Dutchy, SITREP.

DUTCHY [ON RADIO]: Still no sign of him, boss.

I'm checking upper decks.

2Dads is heading aft.

MIKE FLYNN: Nothing's coming up on the CCTV, either.

I want Butherworth under lock and key, Dutchy.

Keep me informed.

[siren wails]

MAN: One secure.

Two secure.

Oi!

Dutchy, he's going for the wharf!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

DUTCHY: Radio security!

KATE MCGREGOR: We need security on the wharf.

This is XO Hammersley.

Security on the wharf.

DUTCHY: 2Dads, head him off, head him off.

Head him away.

KATE MCGREGOR: He's on Benalla.

He's heading for Benalla.

Stop!

Where are you going, mate?

You got nothing.

Hey!

Stop!

Ugh!

2DADS: Good on you, Dutchy.

We got him, boss.

CHARGE: Thank you.

Hey.

Follow me.

All right.

Up there.

That's it.

You'll have to swim for it.

You're a man of your word, Charge.

But there's an awful lot of federal coffers on that wharf.

Yeah.

And they've all got their eyes on the wharf, not the water.

Look, if you're innocent like you say,

then, I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself.

Just let me check if the rope's secure.

I thought you were a pacifist.

And an innocent man.

I reckon I'm gonna need one of these

to get me out of this pickle.

Played you like a fiddle, Charge.

[wheezes]

[laughs]

Gun's empty, you idiot.

[grunts]

I gave you a chance to prove yourself.

You failed.

[grunts]

You think I'm a soft touch?

Well, you think again.

Well, Charge, a 12-hour turnaround.

Maybe a time for a spot of fishing.

Nah.

I think I'm through with fishing, X.

Really?

What about the one that got away?

"Plenty of fish in the sea"?

"The one that got away"?

Is this about fish, X, or is it a comment on my single status?

I would not presume to advise anyone

on their romantic life, Charge.

Believe me.

I was talking about fish.

[siren wailing]

Nah, I think I've just got my last one.

Ma'am.

What have you got there?

Rope.

It was tied off the starboard waist.

It was dangling in the water.

Well, I have no idea.

Stumped.

[knock on door]

2DADS: Swaino, ambos on their way down.

OK.

Just gonna go and see how they wanna move you, OK?

Won't be long.

[sighs]

Hi.

I feel ashamed of what I said, how I treated you.

I judged you without knowing all the facts.

Not that that's an excuse.

It wasn't my place to judge you, anyway.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

MIKE FLYNN: X, before you go.

Kate, I know this situation is frustrating for both of us.

NAVCOM is searching for a replacement CO.

Their wheels are just turning a bit slower than I'd expected.

All right.

Let's hope they speed things up, because patience isn't

one of my strongest virtues.

No, it isn't.

Hey, hey, hey.

CHARGE: Ah, this is more like it.

It's nice to have you back in the galley, Bomber.

You have no idea how good it is to be back there, Charge.

It's not to denigrate your culinary skills, RO.

Even though they did suck to high heaven.

- Do I look like I care? - Hey!

Oh!

Oh, be my guest, Charge.

No, you have it.

No, no, no, I insist. You're a growing man.

No, no. I insist, mate.

You have--

Hey!

Listen, you hesitate and you die!

[snorts]

[laughs]

Is that a dolphin?

2DADS: Ah, Charge-o.

You might be the prince of pushovers,

but I, for one, didn't come down in the last shower.

Ah, I think it is.

I think that's a dolphin.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

BOMBER: You know what, 2Dads, I think

you should be ashamed of yourself

for giving Charge such a hard time.

The guy's easy pickings.

Why's that my fault for?

Too bad, so sad.

Oh!

[laughter]

Who took the muffin?

Wasn't me.

Don't look at me.

2DADS: There was a muffin.

You took it, didn't you?

Now, give it back.

Come on.

Hey.

Mm.

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