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2DADS: One little drink, where's the harm?

It will be fun.

Oho!

[LAUGHS] Bombing out big time, boys.

I'll be doing a lot better without Mini-Me here.

Ah, vicious.

Mate, you clearly don't know what women want.

And you do?

OK, Romeo, you show me how it's done.

Her.

Go on.

Done.

But stop following me around like a poodle.

CHARGE: Mini-Me, that was funny.

[LAUGHS]

2DADS: Bird, in 25 words or less, what do women want?

To be left alone.

Ahh!

Hooh!

Ohh-ohh! Huh.

RO!

Aah!

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Hi.

Nice try, sailor.

Not interested.

[SCOFFS] How did you know I was a sailor?

You might as well have it tattooed on your forehead.

Ciao.

[GUFFAWS]

CHARGE: [CHUCKLES]

Oh!

The master at work!

[SOFTLY] Shut up.

2DADS: That was so instructive.

Tell me how you--

what's your secret, Dutchy?

I'm going for a jog.

[CHUCKLES] Ahh.

I'll come with ya.

[MOCKINGLY] "I'll come with ya."

[CHUCKLES]

2DADS: Maybe-- maybe a little bit more charm.

I can give you some of mine. DUTCHY: Hey!

Oi! 2DADS: [CHUCKLING]

You know, if I'm Mini-Me, that makes you Dr. Evil, yeah?

How do you feel about that?

Last one to the top, buys the beers.

What?

Oh, hey!

[PANTS HEAVILY]

Over here! Excuse me!

Hi.

I twisted my ankle.

I was beginning to think no one would come.

Let's have a look.

I don't-- I don't think it's broken, but--

Aahh!

It doesn't feel like it.

Look, I'm sorry I was rude to you before.

Oh, it's OK.

Why don't you try putting some weight on it?

Aahh! Ow!

OK.

All right, um--

[WHIMPERS]

--why don't I carry you?

- All the way? - Where are you staying?

The resort?

LAUREL: No, my boat's at the Marina.

Ah.

OK.

No problem.

[GRUNTS]

OK.

I'll buy the beers.

Oh.

What's with the--

I'm a filmmaker.

I'm into sharks.

That stops them from being into me.

[GRUNTS]

Thanks for rescuing me.

Phew!

As far as rescue attempts go, that wasn't one of my greatest.

It was pretty good from my end.

I can manage-- aah!

Oh, whoa, whoa.

Careful, careful.

I-- I'm fine, um--

You know about RICE?

Basmati or jasmine?

[SCOFFS] Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.

Stay there.

Rest.

Ice?

Perfect.

So, keep this on it as long as you can.

This will help with the swelling.

What's next?

Compression.

How's that?

Good.

Thanks.

You can go now.

OK.

See yah.

See you.

Ah! Aw!

Ooh.

[LAUGHS]

[THEME MUSIC]

[BOAT ENGINE CHUGS]

This isn't where you film the killer sharks, is it?

No.

There's a coral garden down there to die for.

[TANK HISSES]

How's that?

The winch is OK.

Gears are a bit worn, but I can't

see anything wrong with it.

It must just be temperamental, then.

DUTCHY: Yeah, well, if it's mucking up,

you should get an engineer to have a look.

Could be dangerous.

Yeah.

I will.

Can you give us a hand?

It's stuck.

You need a wipe.

I don't want this weekend to end.

Me, neither.

We sail on the tide.

[SIGHS] No.

I have to say you again.

Can you come to Cairns?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I don't want you to think I'm stalking you.

Oh, I can handle that kind of stalking.

I don't see why I couldn't spend some time at Cairns.

Yeah.

Now, you're talking.

Mm.

Just promise me you won't get sick of me?

Somehow, I don't think that's gonna happen.

Mm.

Oh, wait.

I've got an idea.

What?

Are you game?

I'm game.

What?

Let's make a movie.

DUTCHY: [SNORTS]

[GIGGLING]

CHARGE: All righty.

Here you go.

There you are, sir.

Dead horse is over there on the bar.

MIKE FLYNN: You know when we get home,

we're alongside for maintenance for two days?

I already got my wish list together, sir.

Hey, how was your R&R?

It was great.

How was yours?

It's OK.

What? - Huh?

- You're smiling. - Am I?

Mm.

Oh.

I didn't realize.

I was thinking a bit about my future.

Oh?

Yeah.

Good to have a bit of a plan.

Take control of your own destiny

Well, I'm gonna get another snag.

Want one?

Uh, no, thanks.

I'm waiting for the steak.

KATE MCGREGOR: Um, just so you know,

I'm not gonna be your new CO.

What?

Are you kidding me?

No.

But that's OK.

I'm really looking forward to serving

under whoever Navy appoints.

[SIGHS]

MAXINE WHITE: What can I do for you, Kate?

Can I speak frankly, ma'am?

Of course.

I wanna know why I was passed over for promotion.

Kate, you know the Navy doesn't go in for explanations.

I know.

And that's why I'm here.

OK.

I believe there was a feeling on the promotions board

that you weren't quite experienced enough

for your own command.

With respect, ma'am, I have been commanding officer--

acting commanding officer on more than one occasion.

And I feel that--

And conducted yourself creditably each time.

I know.

This wasn't my decision, Kate.

Maybe in another 12 months, things will be different.

I do encourage you to apply again.

Ma'am.

MAXINE WHITE: Please know you can come and talk to me

about these things freely.

You're a valuable addition to any crew.

Ma'am, who is getting command of Hammersley?

Who's gonna be our new CO?

[SIGHS] You're not getting one.

Mike Flynn will continue as CO of Hammersley

for the next 12 months.

As much as I would like his talents here,

the fleet commander had other ideas.

KATE MCGREGOR: So when were you gonna tell me

about being reassigned to CO?

I haven't.

Yeah, you have.

Commander White just told me.

What were you doing talking to Maxine?

- Oh, Mike. - There must be some mistake.

- No mistake. - There must be.

Because last I heard--

You know, another year.

Another whole year.

OK.

I'll fix it.

- Oh, how? - I don't know.

But I will.

I'll go to the fleet commander if I have to.

What?

You're just gonna walk in there and you're gonna tell him--

Whatever it takes.

Kate, I'm not gonna let anything ruin our future.

I'll fix it.

On the Freo, I would've stripped it down,

I'm gonna sort it out myself.

It would have taken five, six hours tops.

Now-- 2DADS: Can't go back, Charge.

CHARGE: Yeah, I know. I'm just saying--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're an old dinosaur and modern technology sucks.

Got places to be, people to see?

What?

Third time you've looked at your watch.

Well, maybe.

I'm just a little sick of Charge's stories about--

- Whoa, whoa-- - --the old days.

--hey!

Whoa!

Who turned it into Pick on Charge day?

And it's your shout!

Same again?

Yes, thanks.

Yes, please, Dutchy.

Hey!

I'm trying to reach you.

MAN: What's up, darl?

LAUREL: Sweetie, this is the sailor who helped

me when I twisted my ankle.

It's Dylan, isn't it?

Yeah.

This is my husband, Don Andrews.

Pleased to meet you, Dylan.

It seems I owe you a debt of gratitude.

The great white is the largest predatory fish in the world.

Imagine, being in the water, watching

this thing coming at yah, huh?

Fast?

Like a rocket.

25 knots, weighing almost 2,000 kilos.

Yeah, you can have that to yourself, Don.

And then, it opens it's jaws, over 3,000 razor sharp teeth.

The perfect killing machine.

Hey, are those cages strong?

Well, yeah, it's taken a few hits,

but I'm still here to tell the tale.

[LAUGHS] The truth is, I feel incredibly privileged.

Excuse, darl.

Little girls' room.

Oh, it's all right to look, boys.

I haven't met a straight man yet who

wouldn't want a piece of that.

But I'd kill any bugger that laid a hand on her.

Except Dutchy here, of course.

[LAUGHS] Thank God he was there to carry

her down that mountain.

That's the only exemption, medical necessity.

You, and her gyno.

[LAUGHING]

Just kidding.

Oh, God, I'm the luckiest bloke in the world.

[PHONE BEEPING]

Not mine.

It's mine.

DON ANDREWS: Gee, that was quick.

Long queue, I gave up.

Same again?

Yeah.

Oh, you have that meeting.

Oh, I do, too.

Pity, I was enjoying myself.

[LAUGHING]

LAUREL: See you later, Dylan,

Goodbye.

Cheers, mate.

Oh, ask about the boats.

Do you think we could get a tour?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Get in.

Get in.

Where's your husband?

Gone to his meeting.

Please, Dutchy, I can explain everything.

Just not here.

Please get in.

You haven't said a word.

You lied to me.

I-- I didn't.

Oh, for God's sake, Laurel.

You never told me you were married,

and you never wore that rock on your finger.

I only wear it when Don's around.

I hate it.

Look, it just-- it happened so fast, I didn't mean to--

[SCOFFS] What?

Dutchy, I'm sorry.

That's your excuse?

"It all happened so fast"?

[SCOFFS] OK.

So, it was fun while it lasted, but now it's over.

No.

Laurel, I'm not gonna--

You have every right to be angry.

But neither of us asked for this to happen.

It just has.

No.

No.

Yes.

This is gonna end badly.

It won't.

I promise.

I need you.

Yes, boss?

Dutchy, do you know Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?

Yes, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: Well, they've requested a tour of the boat,

and specifically asked for you and 2Dads to conduct it.

Boss, I'm a little flat chat at the moment.

Nothing that can't wait for a minute, I'm sure.

Mr. Andrews is old mates with Commander Marshall.

Laurel and I would love to see what makes this baby tick.

Yeah.

MIKE FLYNN: Uh, of course, you realize

there are some areas of the boat which are off limits

to non-Navy personnel.

Oh, Of course, Captain.

There always no-go areas.

We wouldn't think of abusing your hospitality.

Lead on, lads.

Sir, ma'am.

So, this is the ship's office, uh,

where we have got internet access,

and we do a lot of our paperwork here.

Sweetheart, why don't you get 2Dads

to show you those inflatable boat

thingies you were raving about?

Oh, the RHIBS.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's out back this way.

Uh, you know what, darling?

I might get Dutchy to show me the living quarters.

I know you're not really interested

in that kind of thing.

Yeah, righto.

Oh, and hon, what don't you get him to show you to the galley?

Proof that some people really do cook on boats?

[LAUGHS WEAKLY]

[LAUGHS] Uh, can I have a squiz at your big gun?

What do you call it?

2DADS: Uh, [TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Laurel, what in the--

Can I ask, was it your big gun?

Oh! No.

No!

Laurel, what the hell is this?

- Don't [INAUDIBLE]. - What?

I want you so bad. Come on--

Laurel, no.

No.

You're the one that said we had to be more discreet.

Aah!

You're right.

I'm sorry.

So, which one's yours?

The top one.

Hmm.

Are you sure we can't lock the door?

Positive.

It's gonna be harder for us to find time now, you know.

Well, we're just gonna have to make do, aren't we?

I've fallen in love with you, Dutchy.

You know that, don't you?

Meet me later if I can get away?

Yeah, I will.

Promise.

Yes, I promise.

Now, let's just get out of here

OK.

Come on.

Dylan.

Stay away from my wife.

MAN: You all right, mate?

Thank God you came.

I was terrified you wouldn't.

Oh, my God.

Are you OK?

No, I'm fine.

Two minutes, then I'm out of here.

How did he find out?

He found the video.

You are kidding me.

I'm lucky he didn't kill me.

I thought he might try.

Normally, he only hits women.

Oh, Laurel!

You gotta leave him!

I can't.

Are you kidding me?

Dutchy, I can't!

He's told me time and time again, if I ever left him,

he'd find me and kill me, and he would do it.

Then you go to the cops and you get an IVO!

Oh, a piece of paper won't stop him!

He's Don Andrews!

He swims with killer sharks!

[SCOFFS] In a cage.

I wish he was dead.

I really do.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because it's nuts.

If he was, we could be together.

Be lovers. - No, no.

Stop it!

Look, we sail in a couple of hours.

I'm gonna be gone for a week.

Let's just cool it off, and then we'll talk

about things when I get back.

You're not dumping me?

No, I'm not dumping you.

OK.

You are dumping me, aren't you?

[SNIFFLES]

Thank you.

Morning.

Mate, how exactly did that happen again?

I told you.

Tip footy.

Tip?

Yeah.

A tip like that, must be a penalty involved.

What do you reckon, Charge?

Yeah, I'd say so.

It wasn't someone you owed a couple of shouts

to by any chance, was it?

Come on, guys.

I'll make it up to you when I get back to port.

We know you will.

You're good for it, right?

Yes, I am.

Lemon chicken or the prawn curry?

Go the prawn!

I'll just have salad, thanks.

Uh, chips?

No chips.

I'll have his chips.

What?

They got your name on them?

[CHUCKLES]

You know, I've been thinking about what

you said the other day.

About taking control of your future.

Aah.

I wouldn't pay attention to anything

I said, X. I know squat.

MIKE FLYNN: X.

KATE MCGREGOR: Sir.

Anything to report?

No, sir.

Everything's in order.

Very good.

Captain has the ship.

Captain has the ship.

RO: Sir, we're receiving a mayday on VHF channel 16.

Put it on speaker.

Sir.

LAUREL [ON RADIO]: Mayday, mayday!

This is the Calypso.

I have an emergency.

I need help.

That's Don and Laurel Andrews' boat.

LAUREL [ON RADIO]: Is anyone there?

Calypso, this is Australian warship Hammersley.

What is the nature of your emergency?

Over.

LAUREL [ON RADIO]: The winch is jammed.

Don's down in the diving cage.

Please, he's running out of air.

Help us!

MIKE FLYNN: Roger that, Mrs. Andrews.

What is your position? Over.

Hurry!

Please!

He must almost be out of air!

KATE MCGREGOR: All right.

Charge and 2Dads, you get the winch.

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Andrews, is this extra diving gear?

- Yes. - OK, Swain--

No, wait!

You can't send anyone down. - Why not?

If the winch is jammed--

There are sharks.

We put berley in the water to attract them.

There's a feeding frenzy.

It's too dangerous.

I would've gone down myself if it wasn't.

Charge?

Wires are overlapped, ma'am.

Should be able to fix it.

Send another tank down on a line?

Yeah. That's a good idea.

Grab one.

Mrs. Andrews, how deep is he?

LAUREL: Uh, about 15 meters.

Couldn't he let himself out of the cage?

It's better to risk the sharks than drown down.

Sometimes, sharks ram it.

It could be jammed.

CHARGE: X, got it!

[WINCH CHURNS]

LAUREL: Can you go faster?

CHARGE: Can't risk the chance of it jamming up again.

LAUREL: Don!

Don!

No!

[WAILING]

SWAIN: Down a bit.

[SOBBING] Don!

Swain sealed up Mr. Andrews' diving gear

and his personal effects for the police.

Mrs. Andrews?

No, she's not good.

Swain has given her a mild sedative.

And I'll organized for a cabin and then task

a steaming party to sail Calypso to Cairns.

MIKE FLYNN: Very good.

I've already alerted the authorities.

They'll be waiting for us when we get home.

KATE MCGREGOR: All right, if you need anything during the night,

I'm in the cabin next door.

Thank you.

Kate?

Have you ever lost someone that you loved?

Love of your life?

Your soul mate?

No.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Well, right now, you need to get some sleep.

OK.

DUTCHY: X. How's she doing?

KATE MCGREGOR: She's, uh, she's resting.

X, permission to speak frankly?

Yeah, of course.

What is it?

Uh, I can't believe you were passed up for promotion.

That's-- that's not right.

Oh, well, the promotions board, in their wisdom,

didn't think that I have enough experience.

What? That's rubbish, ma'am.

You're more qualified than anyone to command the ship.

Apparently not.

Commander Flynn will be staying on for another year.

Instead of taking up the post at NAVCOM?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We all do what we have to do.

Yes, ma'am.

KATE MCGREGOR: There should be three of them out there.

DUTCHY: If you say so, X. All right.

MIKE FLYNN: X.

Sir.

Just heard from NAVCOM.

It's lucky you didn't send divers down

to try and rescue Mr. Andrews.

Uh, why is that?

Preliminary autopsy found toxic levels of carbon monoxide

in his blood, most likely from contaminated scuba tanks.

It's possible that all the tanks on Calypso were contaminated.

RO: The question is, how could anybody be so stupid?

Oh, well, most accidents are carelessness.

If you fill the tanks too close to the compressor's exhaust,

you risk contamination.

Yes, Mr. Andrews was dead long before we got to him.

Ma'am.

Dutchy, I loved Don once, and he

was lying dead in front of me.

That was no act! if you-- if you think that I--

OK, calm down.

I'm just saying that it looks--

For your information, I stand to lose everything.

What about insurance?

What he did was high-risk.

Insurance companies wouldn't touch him,

not against accidental death whilst diving.

How-- how dare you even suggest that!

- Think of how it looks, Laurel. - No.

- I just-- - You dumped me.

Now, it's my turn to dump you.

Get away from me!

Get away from me, I swear!

Get away from me or I'll call the police!

Go!

And don't come back!

There he is now.

Dutchy, these gentlemen are police.

Detectives Shadlow and Rutger.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

What about?

We're investigating the death of Don Andrews.

Mrs. Andrews has made certain allegations.

We need to investigate.

What sort of allegations?

Maybe we should discuss to somewhere a little

more private.

The ship's office.

Gentlemen.

Pipe Swain in the office.

Yes, sir.

MIKE FLYNN: This is Chris Blake, our petty officer coxswain.

Swain is our police officer on board.

You used to be on the job.

Brisbane CIB, right?

That's right.

Have we met?

Don't think so.

MIKE FLYNN: Mrs. Andrews has made some allegations

involving Dutchy.

What sort of allegations?

She says Dylan here has been stalking her ever since they

met at a resort a week or so.

[SCOFFS] That's nuts.

MIKE FLYNN: Detective, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews were on this boat

just a few days ago.

They even requested Dutchy show them around.

That's where Mrs. Andrews says she

became aware of his obsession.

She says he made an improper suggestion to her.

What?

SHADLOW: One she was too shocked and embarrassed to report

at the time.

That's an absolute load of--

Dutchy.

Sir, Laurel Andrews and I have been having an affair.

An affair?

Yeah, that's right.

For how long?

Since we met.

SHADLOW: Can anyone confirm this?

DUTCHY: Well, no.

We were very discreet.

I see.

DUTCHY: Oh, I've been with her in her boat,

in her car, whenever and wherever we could.

We've been like rabbits, to be honest.

She's the one that made the improper suggestion

in my cabin.

Mind if we take a look at your cabin, son?

Hang on a minute. Have you got a warrant?

Well, if Dylan here has nothing to hide.

No, go ahead.

Dylan's bunk?

It's the top one.

Can you tell me what's on this, son?

No.

I've never seen that before in my life.

I didn't take those.

She's planted them.

After you knocked back her indecent proposition?

Yeah.

Her husband was seen vigorously

warning you off at a local pub.

We have a whole bar full of witnesses.

Because he'd found out about the affair.

She was heard ordering you off her boat.

Look, she's called my phone.

She's sent me texts.

You can trace them.

"Car park in five."

"Call me."

"Not now."

"See you at 2:00."

Hardly enough to make a nun blush,

but we'll check this number.

Uh, one more question.

When you board a boat, you normally wear gloves, right?

Yes.

So that would've been the case when

you boarded the Andrews' boat. Correct?

Yes, why?

We found a fingerprint on Mr. Andrews' scuba tank

that we haven't been able to identify.

SWAIN: Now, that would be mine.

I took my gloves off to check for a pulse,

and then I impounded his gear for the coroner.

No, it's not yours, Swain. We checked that.

As an ex-cop, your prints are on file.

It was a greasy print, so it's possible it

was done before he went diving.

It could have even been done by the person who filled

the tank with contaminated air.

Would you be willing to have your fingerprints taken, Dylan?

Yeah. Look, it probably is mine.

As I said before, I was on their boat

and I used their dive gear.

That's right.

So you did.

Shall we go?

Detective, I'd like to get a fleet legal officer

on board on this.

He is entitled to legal representation.

Is that what you want, son?

Yes, sir.

SHADLOW: All right, as a courtesy

to Navy and with your assurance, Captain,

1 o'clock this afternoon.

Please don't be late.

I'll make sure he's there.

[MOBILE PHONE RINGS]

Hammersley Lieutenant McGregor speaking.

Kate, it's Maxine White.

Aah.

Ma'am, I will just get Commander Flynn for you.

MAXINE WHITE: No, it's you on I need to see.

Could you come to NAVCOM now?

May I ask why, ma'am?

I'll tell you when you get here.

Did you know Mike went to the fleet commander this morning?

No, ma'am.

You didn't?

Are you sure?

Well, I knew that he was planning to go,

but I didn't know that he went.

OK.

Thanks for coming in.

Well, that's all?

Yes.

Oh, one more thing, Kate.

I know what's going on between you and Mike.

Excuse me?

Ma'am, whatever you think, Commander Flynn and I

have done nothing wrong.

Knowing you both, I believe you.

If that rumor ever got out, it would destroy Mike's career.

And yours.

Mike's threatened to resign if Navy doesn't review

it's decision re his posting.

Did you know that?

No.

Look, we both know that Navy is Mike's life.

Don't we, Kate?

Probably better than he does.

Think about that, Lieutenant.

That's all.

LAUREL [VOICEOVER]: You promise me something.

DUTCHY [VOICEOVER]: What?

LAUREL [VOICEOVER]: You won't boast

about this to your shipmates?

DUTCHY [VOICEOVER]: I won't say anything.

I promise.

2Dads!

Mate.

Word is, you've been taking some naughty pickies!

I've been set up.

When the Andrews asked for the tour of this boat,

it was Laurel that arranged it, right?

No, hubby did.

You were there.

No, I wasn't.

Must have been one of those rare moments

you were buying drinks. No.

They were leaving, and he said, I'd love to see the boat.

You sure it wasn't her?

Positive.

She might have given him a nudge, I suppose.

No, she set it up.

She must have.

She needed to plant the USB stick

just like she needed me to leave a greasy fingerprint

on his scuba tank.

Dutchy, you're starting to sound a little bit

stressed out, mate.

DUTCHY: Twisted ankle was probably faked, as well.

And her mobile is bound to be one of those prepaid jobs

that's untraceable.

She's planned this entire thing down to every last detail.

OK.

I'm starting to get a little bit worried now, because you're

sounding like Charge.

Well, I'm screwed, 2Dads!

Let the legal guys handle it, OK?

I mean, you didn't kill the guy.

Did you?

I'm gonna take that as a no.

Hey, how did he get the drop on you, anyway?

That's a bit embarrassing.

It was one punch from behind.

Hang on.

That's it.

What?

DUTCHY: If Don Andrews found a video of Laurel

and I having sex, do you reckon he would

have let me off with one punch?

No.

And, old Don?

He would've killed you.

He never found the video.

She's just spinning him the same stalker story

that she's spinning to the cops.

Whoa.

Dutchy, where you going?

Mate, it might still be on the boat.

What?

The sex video!

It proves that I'm not making all this stuff up.

Dutchy, you can't go!

You've got an interview with the cops, mate.

Tell them!

They've already made up their mind.

And if you value your balls, you do not

tell anyone where I've gone?

I mean it.

I believe you.

RO: Sir?

There's a Lieutenant Commander Kwan from fleet legal waiting

for you and Dutchy at security.

Oh, thanks, RO.

Get Dutchy for me, will you?

He took off on his motorbike about half an hour ago.

KATE MCGREGOR: Uh, sorry.

Why is a fleet legal officer interested in Dutchy?

Oh, the police think he killed Don Andrews.

- What? - Yeah.

Crime of passion.

It's incomprehensible.

If he doesn't turn up, then--

MIKE FLYNN: It makes him look guilty.

And I've also given my word.

So, where the hell is he?

Aah!

Uh, Dutchy, you need to get yourself back here now.

Whatever has happened, I'm sure that there

is a reasonable explanation.

See you.

He's not at his flat or any of his usual haunts, sir.

All right.

Looks like he's done a runner, then.

Sir I think I know where he might be.

Where?

Uh, Laurel Andrews' boat, the Calypso.

Uh, RO, get onto the harbourmaster.

Find out if Calypso's still in port.

- Sir. - Keep talking.

Uh, he said there might be the evidence

there that proves his story.

And you waited until now to come forward with this?

Hey, what sort of evidence?

A-- a video, ma'am, of-- of them, you know,

getting up close and personal.

Oh, I see.

RO: Uh, Calypso left roughly 20 minutes ago.

Last radar contact has her heading north up the reef.

Sir, what do you wanna do?

We go after them.

X, prepare to crash sail.

Uh, we can't sail without a buffer.

I'll get permission.

RO, get me NAVCOM and the police.

RO: Sir.

KATE MCGREGOR: On a day like today,

there's gonna be plenty of pleasure craft out on the reef.

MIKE FLYNN: RO, contact each vessel.

Make sure you get a positive ID that checks out.

This is gonna be a process of elimination.

Yes, sir.

You went to the fleet commander this morning?

I have my sources.

How'd it go?

I stated my case, got a reasonable hearing.

I think it's all gonna work out just fine.

Well, that's great news, then.

Yeah.

Hmm.

LAUREL: You're awake.

Just when it's getting to the good bit.

I'm presuming it was this you were looking for?

Aah!

Oh, well, I'll have to get my joy someplace else.

Carol!

You haven't met my friend.

CAROL: Hi, Dutchy.

Carol took the photos they found in your cabin.

Nice work, by the way.

Thank you.

It was all a lie.

LAUREL: Except for one thing.

No insurance company would cover Don for a diving accident.

But, when the police announced it was murder

by a crazy stalker, who has disappeared

from the face of the earth, they'll have to pay out.

You're such a fool.

You'll never get away with it.

I already have.

There are three possible contacts.

Which one?

It's time.

Laurel?

Laurel, don't do this.

Laurel.

Laurel!

Laurel?

No!

It's jammed again.

Grab the cable cutters. We'll have to cut the cable.

OK.

But what about the cage?

Um, we'll figure it out later.

Come on.

Come on.

[BOAT ENGINE REVS]

KATE MCGREGOR: This is the Australian Navy.

Step away from the winch.

Help!

Help!

Get back!

KATE MCGREGOR: Get that cage up, Charge.

Swain, restrain these two.

Let go of me!

We saw what you did!

No!

X, this is Cactus.

The winch won't hold the cage for much longer.

The cable's gonna go!

SWAIN: X, I don't see him.

KATE MCGREGOR: 2Dads, get down there.

[BUBBLING SOUND]

CHARGE: 2Dads, wait a minute.

[GASPS]

[COUGHS]

Get him up!

2DADS: Dutchy, give us your hand, mate.

CHARGE: Dutchy, come on.

Give us your hands.

[COUGHS]

Captain, X. We've got him up, sir.

MIKE FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Well done, X.

2DADS: Welcome back, big guy.

Thanks, mate.

We got you.

So he just pop the hinges?

Yeah.

Lucky.

Otherwise--

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, listen.

Thanks for, um,

Telling the CO where to find you?

Yeah.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Yeah.

I get to keep my balls, right?

[CHUCKLES] If it's any consolation,

I wouldn't pick her, either.

Hey, you know what?

I'm still happy to learn at the feet of the master, though.

Yeah?

[SCOFFS] You're wasting your time, mate.

What I know about women, you can fit on the head of a pin.

I still owe you a beer, don't I?

Now that you mention it, a couple.

Come on.

Let's get outta here.

Now you're talking!

[CHUCKLES]

I've, uh, I've cancelled the tickets for Tahiti.

- You what? - But don't worry.

We're not going to lose any money on them.

I've-- I'm just having second thoughts.

MIKE FLYNN: About what?

About the holiday?

[SIGHS]

About us.

It's just-- I just need some time to think about things.

And just, finally, when it could happen--

Kate, it will happen.

I don't want it to.

I don't-- I don't want it.

I'm sorry.

Kate!

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