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[suspenseful music]

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: The FFV they could have

long lines in the water, X.

Hammersley will hug the coastline out of visual.

Out.

XO [OVER RADIO]: Copy that, sir.

We're approaching from the east using

the morning sun for cover.

Thunder out.

Australian navy.

[music playing]

Stay seated, thank you gentlemen.

Sit down please, sir.

Stay seated please, sir.

Australian navy.

Are you the master of the vessel, sir?

[music stops]

Oi, what the hell's going on?

Are you the master of the vessel, sir?

What are you doing on my boat?

X, I don't think they're foreign fishermen.

Sir, what are you doing in these waters?

We're just fishing.

Since when is that a crime?

Stay back, please, sir.

Stand over there, please.

Yeah, right.

Fore deck clear, ma'am.

XO: Captain, X. Over.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Go ahead, X.

It looks like coastwatch's intel is incorrect, sir.

The craft of interest is not an FFV.

FLYNN: So what is she?

Australian flagged vessel.

The Breakaway 3 with four POB.

They claim to be fishing.

Over.

OK, I'll inform coastwatch.

Apologize for any inconvenience and head back to the ship,

Hammersley out.

Copy that.

They're not fishing.

XO: Why do you say that?

No nets, no bait, no blood and guts on the deck.

No fish.

Sir, you won't mind if we have a look over your vessel?

Well, yeah, I do as a matter of fact.

Swain.

Excuse me, sir.

What are you doing?

You've got no right--

Just routine, mate.

Calm down.

[clinking]

X.

OK, 2 Dads, Ro, you stay up on deck.

Dutchy, with me.

Excuse me.

Stay right there.

Warning, it smells pretty rank down here.

They're grog running.

By the looks of it.

What do you think it is?

Whisky.

Cheap Asian stuff.

Do you want to head up top and see if they've got

some paperwork for this stuff?

Sure.

Oh, Swain?

Get Ro to come down with a video.

Yes, ma'am.

Once we've got some footage of this stuff,

we'll lock the hold down and question the men separately.

[rustling]

What is that noise?

Rats?

Ro, you want to get some footage.

Aye, ma'am.

Here, let me get this tarp out of the way.

[grunting]

Don't.

Don't!

Drop it.

Drop the gun or I'll cut her throat.

Drop it.

Drop it.

[gasping]

Dutchy!

Don't!

Whoa, whoa, drop them, boys.

Drop them.

Drop the machete.

Drop your guns, or I'll slit her throat.

I swear I will.

[gasping]

Drop them!

Put down you gun, Ro.

Dutchy, what are you doing?

I said put it down.

OK, OK, man.

Here are the guns.

[gasping]

Hey, hey, hey, just take it easy.

Up!

Just relax.

[music - theme, "sea patrol"]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

Oi, get us out of here.

Grab the keys to the inflatable.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Thunder, this is Hammersley, over.

Listen to me, Quinn.

We can't take her with us.

Dump her in the rib with the rest of them.

Look, we're holding on to her.

Insurance.

She's baggage we don't need.

We're dead in the water, anyway.

Just let her go. We can't follow you.

Shut up.

Get us out of here now.

Thunder, this is Hammersley.

Radio check.

What now, sir?

We've got to get around that headland, Bomber.

Flat strap.

Port 15, revolutions 2 0 0 0.

See you, boys.

[yelling]

OFFICER [OVER RADIO]: Hammersley, this is Thunder.

Rendezvous at these coordinates.

Five Browning pistols, five Motorola radios.

All I can say is there better be a damn good reason

for such an almighty stuff up.

Um, sir, 2 Dads and I were up on deck.

They just took us by surprise.

Not that it's an excuse.

FLYNN: You got that right.

What happened in the hold?

Sir--

It was my fault. I let my guard down

and he had a machete at my throat

before anyone could react.

Video's ready, sir.

This is their cargo, sir.

Whiskey.

We suspect they're grog running.

[static]

Where's the rest of it?

There may be a fault with the equipment,

or may have knocked the wire when I went from--

This just gets better and better.

One stuff up after another.

He had a machete, you both had pistols.

Why did you give up your advantage?

That was my call, sir.

He was threatening to cut the X's throat.

In my judgment he was prepared to carry it out.

I still don't understand how one man with a machete

overpowered the three of you.

All right.

What a bloody mess.

I'll contact NAVCOM, give him the great news.

You better hope we get this boat and get our pistols back

for all our sakes.

Dutchy, why didn't you say anything in there?

I did.

I told the CO what happened.

The guy with the machete didn't see you in that hold.

You had the perfect opportunity to take him out.

What are you trying to say, Robert?

Well, I'm saying that you froze.

Whoa, whoa, hey, guys.

Who froze?

What?

What is going on?

Nothing.

It's a misunderstanding.

For once it's got nothing to do with me, X. Ro, Ro, Ro, Ro.

No way Dutchy froze.

The guy is a war hero.

He's got a medal for gallantry, remember?

2 Dads, you weren't in the hold.

Could just be a campaign medal.

Is there a problem, X?

I don't know, Dutchy.

You tell me.

RO's full of it.

Just trying to take the heat off himself because he

stuffed up the video.

Yeah, we all stuffed up.

What do you think of my call in that stand off?

You think it was right, us laying down our weapons?

FLYNN [OVER PA]: Hear this, captain speaking.

Based on the grog runner's bearing while

under our surveillance, we plotted a perspective

course to nearby Port Johnson.

Therefore special sea duty men and cable party close up.

That's me.

Been a while since the navy's paid us a visit.

Good to see you sailors are finally getting better looking.

We're looking for a vessel called Breakaway 3.

Yes, she would have docked sometime in the last two hours.

Breakaway 3.

No, haven't seen her.

Why the interest?

We suspect she's involved in grog running.

Port Johnson is a dry community, captain.

There's no alcohol here.

As harbor master I know everything that

comes in and out of this port.

Excuse me.

Oi!

You can't berth there!

MAN: Right oh.

Keep your shirt on.

Take Swain and check out the marina.

I'll contact local police.

And I'll send a group into town on some R&R

to suss the place out.

For now, let's keep the issue of the stolen

weapons to ourselves.

At least the coffee's good.

A town with no beer, it'd want to be spectacular.

That's a nice top, Bomber.

Thank you, 2 Dads.

We are meant to be eyeing up the locals, not each other.

Charge.

- Hey Dutchy. - What?

I thought you'd like to know I took care of that thing

with Ro.

What thing?

Your misunderstanding.

On the boarding.

Look, we all feel lousy about what happened.

Ro's way of dealing with it is by shifting the blame

to others, so if it was me, I'd take

that medal for gallantry of yours,

and shove it in his face.

Like to see him with one of those, hey?

Tell me that's ever going to happen.

Fix up the bill.

Hey.

What's the damage?

It's $27.80.

There's $30.

No, that's all right, keep the change.

I reckon we split up.

We cover more of the town that way.

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

If we see a familiar face.

Yeah.

I'll take the south.

I'll head north.

Waters to the east, that leaves the west.

We'll can team up if you like.

Yeah, sure.

What?

Four eyes are better than two, aren't they?

Right.

Oh, yeah.

Checking in, Charge.

Excellent.

You find any evidence of those grog runners?

Nothing.

No.

Where's Dutchy?

He come back with you guys?

No.

Probably still searching the town.

At night?

Alone?

[yelling]

Open the door.

[inaudible]

Who is he?

Open the door.

Help me, help me!

Stop it! No!

- Hey! - Hey!

MAN: Who is he? - Right.

[interposing voices]

Get off the car.

What do you think you're doing? Don't be an idiot?

Put it down.

[inaudible] boyfriend.

Freddie!

All right, Freddie, that's enough.

Come on.

Pissed as a newt.

Yeah, come on, mate.

[inaudible] new blokes, then.

Yeah, yeah. You all right there, Shani?

I know she is!

Lock him up for good, Stan.

You drunken idiot!

Yeah, I'll take care of him until he sobers up.

He'll be crawling back to you in the morning,

begging you to forgive him.

Won't you sunbeam?

Thought this was a dry town.

Who are you?

I'm with the navy.

Right.

Well, the reality is, there's always one or two around here

that like a bit of home brew, you know what I mean?

Hey.

I need a drink.

Latte, cappuchino, macchiato.

Whiskey.

Mate, this is a dry community.

There's no whiskey here.

I'll see what I can do.

I'll just be a minute, I'm going to the shops.

[clinking]

Quinn.

What?

Idiot.

He's navy.

Should have stayed on your boat, navy boy.

Get rid of him, Tyler.

Got it.

He's good as dead.

Sorry, fellas.

TYLER: Should be home in bed, navy boy.

QUINN: Be quick about it, Tyler.

We haven't got all night.

TYLER: Sweet dreams.

Ugh.

Problem, then?

I'm just trying to finish this report on today's boarding.

Well, I've already given you my account.

It was pretty dark in that hold, Ro.

I'm surprised that your account is so vivid.

[clatter]

What was that?

It's Dutchy.

Looks like someone found the homebrew

the CO was talking about.

OK, go grab Charge, get him back on board ASAP.

Ma'am.

CHARGE: Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

Turn around.

That's it.

Don't think homebrew had anything to do with this.

I don't think that cut's going to require stitches,

but these bruises are concerning.

And the ribs.

I'm fine.

What was your plan?

Take these guys on single handed?

I didn't expect to hit pay dirt, boss, I thought I could

follow the cafe owner and lead me to a middle man

that I could press for information.

According to Charge you were meant

to phone it in if you discovered anything

related to these grog runners.

I'll call the local cop.

Sergeant Booker.

BOOKER: I've searched the alley.

No sign of a grog shop.

No one in the area has seen or heard anything.

What about this cafe owner?

He reckons the young man here was after a prostitute,

and he told him to get lost.

It's a load of rubbish.

I'm not saying I believe him, but your word against his.

We need to find the men responsible, Sergeant.

I want to find them too, captain.

Sly grog's a big problem around here.

It's not just about the sly grog.

These men have also stolen weapons.

What do you mean? What kind of weapons?

Where'd they get them from?

From us.

Five 9 millimeter Browning's.

Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?

I was hoping we could take care of it ourselves.

It's not really something I want made public.

Five loaded handguns, not really

something I want in my town.

I understand, and I apologize.

I should have been upfront with you.

Now you realize how important it is that we

find these grog runners.

I'll do what I can.

You say you've got a video that can identify them?

Dutchy will bring it back for you.

Dutchy, last night, were you trying to redeem yourself,

or were you genuinely looking for a drink?

Huh?

I watched the tape of the boarding again.

Something was going on with you.

What was it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

RO was right.

You had a chance to take the guy with the machete out,

and that is an opportunity you would normally not pass up.

What are you trying to say, X, that I let him attack you?

No.

I know that your boarding officer was killed in the Gulf.

What does that have to do with anything?

If you have any residual issues from that incident--

I was counseled.

You need to get some help.

No.

I have been passed fully fit for duty.

Now if you've got a problem with that, write it up in a report.

Excuse me.

I need to speak with the owner.

He around?

Terry?

No, he went to Darwin this morning.

- Darwin? - Yeah.

For holiday.

Wait, wait, no, no!

Ugh!

Wait, I'm a federal agent!

I'm a federal agent!

Think you cricked my neck.

You're lucky I didn't break it.

So how do I really know you're an undercover fed?

Well, if I wasn't, you'd be dead.

Mate, you got off lightly last night.

I pulled all my punches.

Really?

Didn't feel like it.

How come you got away so easily?

I distracted him, not you.

Just like I made sure that officer chick of yours

didn't get dragged into it on the boat.

So where is all this stuff headed?

Around these islands or what?

No, the island trade is chicken feed.

This operation is worth millions.

It's got links to organized crime

here, and in Southeast Asia.

Most of this stuff is headed south.

Sydney, Melbourne.

What, you got the grog, you got the players.

Why not pounce?

We don't have all the players.

Quinn and the boys are working for someone this end,

but I don't know who, and we don't have

all the Asian connections yet.

So what's the next move?

For you to stay the hell out of the way.

No.

Sorry mate, I can't do that.

I've got to get our guns back.

Forget your guns.

I am this close to smashing an international racket

in black market booze.

The last thing I need is navy sticking their big ships in--

[garage door opening]

Quinn.

Mate, what are you doing here?

[knocking]

Dutchy, Swaino?

Clean linen.

Campaign medal my ass.

You could dream, Leo.

[WHISPERING] Shoot.

Oh, no!

What are you doing?

Oh, I was just delivering your linen, Swaino,

and I was busting to go so.

You finished?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Are you going to flush?

No.

No, there's water restrictions, Swaino.

If it's yellow, let it mellow.

Make our own water, you goose.

No!

SWAIN: Hey, by the way, Charge wants you to check those fuses

up on one deck, if you can.

[squeaking]

[squishing]

[retching]

Ah!

Yes!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ugh.

Still no luck, boss.

Been around every one of these boats,

they're all happy for us to come on board for a look.

And it's not a case of illegal alcohol

on any of these vessels.

Or our guns and radios.

What do we do now?

FLYNN: Not much we can do.

We return to base face, the music.

Sir?

I need to speak with you.

What is it.

Excuse me, captain.

Got some news on that Breakaway 3 you were looking for.

You found it her?

Nah, but old Gussy runs a port up

in [inaudible] reckons he's just spotted her heading out to sea.

FLYNN: OK, Maxine.

Thank you.

[click]

NAVCOM will speak to the federal police,

see if they can confirm an agent on this case.

He said he was close to making arrests, boss.

FLYNN: And what about our guns said to forget about the guns.

Doesn't want the navy getting involved.

No way.

Until we confirm this fed, we stay on the Breakaway 3.

Retrieving our weapons is just as important as stopping

an illegal grog trade.

And this gung ho act's not going to wash,

Petty Officer Mulholland.

Going off without telling me or the X or anyone else on board

the ship?

Two breaches of procedure in two days.

Is this going to become a recurring problem?

No, sir.

Happens a third time, you'll be up before a captain's table

on charges.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

That's all.

RO: Excuse me, sir.

Coastwatch has spotted the vessel matching the description

of the grog runners' boat.

Thank you.

Set course for it, X.

Aye, sir.

Australian navy.

We're boarding your vessel.

If there's anyone on board, show yourself.

XO: Australian navy!

Show yourself!

[inaudible] clear, ma'am.

BOMBER: Top deck clear, X.

Captain this is X. There's nobody above decks.

We're going below.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Copy that, X. Use caution now.

XO: OK, Bomber, 2 Dads, you stay up here.

Head below.

OK, you be alert.

Let's go.

Smells even worse down here.

[coughing]

It's been abandoned.

Swain.

[rustling]

[squeaking]

Ugh.

It's Taylor.

He's a fed.

So when did you speak to him?

This morning.

BOOKER: Any witnesses to this?

No, but the main guy Quinn showed up.

But I'm sure he didn't see me.

The warehouse is empty.

Looks like they used the Breakaway 3 to draw you out

of port while they cleared it.

FLYNN: Why weren't the feds watching it?

BOOKER: Don't know.

I wasn't informed about this operation myself

until last night.

Seems this fed was trying to ID the boss of the grog syndicate

before he called his buddies in.

I did get a quick look at the body, though.

Shot once to the chest, small caliber weapon.

You carry 9 millimeters on board?

Why?

You say you wrestled this guy?

Before I knew he was a fed, yeah.

Are you saying I shot him?

I'm saying you're pretty angry about copping a beating.

Oh.

OK.

Just can't discount the possibility

that he was shot with one of your stolen weapons.

Not planning on steaming home any time soon,

are you, Captain?

We'll be here as long as we need to be, Sergeant.

Well, this is all we need.

If that fed was shot with one of our guns,

we can kiss all our careers goodbye.

Thank you.

How'd you get it?

Dutchy lent it to me.

Yeah, well, it doesn't prove anything.

This is a medal for gallantry.

It's not some campaign medal.

Yeah, I know.

I looked up his citation on the internet yesterday.

Medal or not, it doesn't change the fact

that he hung the X out to dry.

Whatever.

I didn't steal it, I swear.

RO: Good luck.

I was just trying prove to Ro that you're not a coward.

What was that all about?

Thank you.

Waste of a medal, just throwing it away.

I hear they're worth a fair wack on eBay.

Dutchy, I don't know what's going on with you,

but you just left the boat again without asking permission.

What's it to you?

I'm your divisional officer, it's my job to know what's

going on with my sailors.

Look, I'm just trying to understand you.

A big mystery, am I?

XO: You are overprotective of me,

and you have been on boardings ever since you stepped foot

on Hammersley, but in day to day running of the ship

you avoid me like the plague.

I don't get that.

There's nothing to get.

Do you really hate me that much?

No.

Look, you've just-- you've got it all wrong.

OK? - Oh, have I?

What do you want me to say to you, X?

That I'm sorry? - No, I don't want your apology.

What do you want?

I want you to trust me.

It's not you I don't trust.

OK?

Why don't you trust yourself?

[honking]

Truck.

It's the truck.

That's the grog runner's truck.

Dammit.

What are you doing?

It's going to be going in 10 seconds.

Well, call the police.

There's no time for that.

Dutchy, you heard the CO.

If you go off again, he's going to have you up on charges.

What are we going to do? Just let him get away?

Go.

MAN: That's my bike!

Is the grog in the truck?

Not the truck, the boat.

We need to get into the hold.

I'm just going to call the ship.

Dammit, there's no signal.

Look, we know the boat's here.

Let's just ride back to the harbor and get some backup.

She's going to sail.

Dutchy!

Do you want to see the CO kicked out of the navy?

No.

Because that's what's going to happen

if we don't get our guns back.

It's all my fault, but he's the one that's going

to pay the ultimate price.

What are you going to do?

Just disable the engine.

[children's laughter]

XO: Hey, kids.

Hey, do you think that you might be able to do me a favor?

I'll double it.

You know the big navy ship in the marina?

Yeah.

I need you to go there and find the captain.

You tell him that Kate has found the boat that we're looking

for on this side of the inlet.

Yeah, the boat's name is Mecure, it's really important.

Do you think you can remember all of that?

- Yes. - OK, go, go.

[grunt]

[gun cocking]

Hello again.

Boss, the kids say they saw the boat leave about

20 minutes ago, heading north.

One of them saw the blond lady being taken on board.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Swain, pursue them and keep me posted.

Over.

SWAIN [OVER RADIO]: Copy that, boss.

FLYNN: Bird, maintain radar watch.

The Mecure is out there just waiting for us to grab her.

Port 15, revolutions 2 0 0 0.

[grunting]

[straining]

It's no good.

I'm sorry.

This is my fault. I dragged you into this.

It's not your fault, I made my own choice.

DUTCHY: Yeah, to trust me.

Tried to keep you safe.

I just didn't do a very good job of it.

If I was quicker, I was smarter, if I anticipated the danger.

You couldn't have anticipated this.

DUTCHY: Instead the [inaudible] gets his throat cut.

Bleeds out a stinking, rat infested hull.

You're talking about the Gulf.

And I score a medal for it.

How bloody ironic is that?

XO: I've read the report.

You were saving the lives of six sailors.

The boarding officers death, it wasn't your fault.

I was his buffer.

Second in command.

I should have been by his side, protecting him.

Is that why you were always protecting me?

And why you can hardly talk to me?

Have you been that petrified of it happening again?

It did happen again.

I froze.

Almost cost you your life.

Dutchy.

It was a split second, that is all.

Sir, contact on the radar.

What are its coordinates?

On a bearing of 3 5 5, range 13 miles.

Try and raise them on VHF, Ro.

Sir.

FLYNN: Swain, we have an unidentified vessel bearing 3 5

5 range 13 miles.

Intercept and report back, over.

SWAIN [OVER RADIO]: Copy that, boss.

Let's close the distance.

Port 15, steer 3 5 5, revolutions 2 0 0 0.

RO: Vessel in position, 11 degrees south,

134 degrees east, this is Australian warship

calling on VHF channel 16.

Request you identify yourself, over.

Keep trying, Ro.

SWAIN [OVER RADIO]: Boss, we've just

arrived at and estuary called Edwards Cove,

suspect vessel still not sighted.

Over.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Copy that, Swain.

RO: Vessel in position 11 degrees south,

134 degrees east, this is Australian warship

calling on VHF 16.

Stop or heave to, we intend to board you, over.

Thunder, this is Hammersley.

How close are you, over?

SWAIN [OVER RADIO]: 500 yards, sir.

I can I make out the ship's name.

Confirm it's the Mecure.

Snatch board her, Swain.

SWAIN: Go, go, go, go.

BOMBER: Australian navy. Put your weapon down.

SWAIN: Get down. BOMBER: Get down.

SWAIN: Drop your weapons. BOMBER: Put it down!

SWAIN: Drop your weapon!

Down on the ground!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon!

Put it down.

Move to the back of the boat.

Bomber, take hold. - Move to the back of the boat.

2 DADS: Hands on your head.

Get down now, hands on the head.

SWAIN: Right, mate, you go in.

2 DADS: Oi, wrong sport, mate.

Try rugby. Drop it.

Drop it now!

No one below decks.

And the hold's full of whisky.

No sign of the X or Dutchy.

Found something that belongs to us.

Swain, this is Hammersley.

Any sign of the X or Dutchy?

SWAIN: No, boss, they're not on board.

We have found our Browning's and radios.

The grog runners say they don't know anything about where

Dutchy and Kate are, but they also claim not to have been

involved in the fed's murder.

The only weapons we found are three

shotguns and our Browning's.

Ammo's accounted for.

They're not missing any ammo.

Well, at least they weren't used in killing the fed.

So where are they?

Hey.

I think I can feel something.

What?

It's like a kink in the rope.

Can you just bend your wrist back a bit further?

Sorry, I know it hurts.

Just if you can--

yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it, just a bit more.

Ow.

Oh!

Got it!

You OK?

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Let's get you out of here.

[pounding]

[grunting]

XO: Where the hell are we?

How far is that land?

That's going to be at least a couple of miles.

Might as well be 100.

There's no way that I can swim that.

Well, we can't just sit here and wait

for them to pick us off.

Dutchy, I won't make it.

All right.

Soon as I reach land, I'll raise the alarm.

XO: Am I glad to see you.

Must have been tough out here on your own.

Yeah, no, my crew mate is swimming for land.

How long ago?

Not long.

We can pick him up on the way back in.

I don't need him.

Just one of you will do.

What are you doing?

Getting in the boat.

I said get in the boat.

It all makes sense now.

You're part of this.

You're the head of the syndicate.

- Just get in the boat. - No.

You know, you're making a mistake,

Sergeant, because the Hammersley know about the Mecure.

Yeah, I know.

My boys radioed me before they got boarded.

Now you're going to radio your captain,

and we're going to negotiate a little trade.

Oh, he won't go for it.

I think he will.

If he wants you alive.

Now the last time, get in the boat.

You murdered the federal police officer, didn't you?

You said that you heard about the operation

the night before he was murdered.

Just shut up.

XO: Is it really worth killing people over some grog?

Grog's just the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart.

Let's get in the boat.

I'm not getting in the boat, and I will not be [inaudible]

Well, maybe I'll just shoot you now

and then go and fish your mate out, hey?

Booker!

[gunshot]

Dutchy!

Dutchy!

SWAIN [OVER RADIO]: [inaudible] Coming in, boss.

We'll be running out of coast line soon.

Hang on.

Yeah, boss, we've sighted them.

FLYNN [OVER RADIO]: Well done, Swain.

XO: Hey, Dutchy.

Here's your ride, Sergeant.

SWAIN: You OK? DUTCHY: Yep.

All good here.

SWAIN: How's he?

Oh, he'll live.

You need to sign down here.

Down here.

Feeling better, X?

Quite possibly the best hot shower I've ever had,

thanks, Bird.

I hear we had a win all around.

We caught up with the grog runners,

but more importantly, we got our guns and radios back.

Swain said that all of the ammo has been accounted for.

Yeah.

Where's Dutchy?

Writing his report, I think.

X. We're going to have to organize a captain's table.

I meant what I said.

The fact that he drew you into this situation

only made it worse.

Pursuing the truck was my call, not his.

Will you let me handle Dutchy?

I honestly don't believe the charges

are warranted in this instance, or in anyone's best interests.

OK.

You're his divisional officer.

Thank you.

Got something to say, Robert?

No, ma'am.

XO: Good.

DUTCHY: Ma'am.

Dutchy, you weren't responsible for what happened in the Gulf.

You saved the lives of six sailors on that boarding.

I know that.

And yesterday you saved my life.

I made 2 Dads go for a swim.

You earned that.

Never forget it.

So now maybe you'll talk to me a bit more every now

and then, eh?

X. Thanks.

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