Original subtitles

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

Do you see anyone on board, Dutchy?

[door opens]

She hasn't responded to our hail, sir.

She's just drifting, could be abandoned.

OK, X, take a look.

Yes, sir.

[dramatic music]

Hang on a minute, Ryan.

[suspenseful music]

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Dutchy, White, take port side.

You two, wheelhouse.

I'm in.

[suspenseful music]

Hey!

Hey, what the hell?

Australian Navy!

Am I glad to see you guys.

[laughs] A lightning strike yesterday

fried all my electrics.

Been adrift ever since, trying to get her going.

X, circuit breakers on the switch panel are melted.

Engine needs rewiring.

She's not going anywhere under her own steam.

OK, where's home port for you?

Winston, it's a little fishing town, that way.

All right, well, we'll see what we can do, eh?

Thanks.

It must have been one hell of a lightning strike.

Blew me off my feet. [laughs]

What's your name?

Leigh.

I'm Ryan, mate.

There's a serious sandbank at the entrance to Winston Harbor.

We should be able to just get in there at high tide.

It means we have to overnight.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON COMMS]: I'm sure the crew won't mind a bit

of unscheduled R and R, sir.

I'm sure they won't.

[rock music]

[SINGING] --so lonely.

God knows I'm not the only--

Sir, there's a poker game happening out of town.

I'm going to give them a little bit of a lesson.

Do you really think that's a good idea?

Hey, it's a top idea.

Throw it up.

[laughs]

He'll never learn, will he?

Nope.

Want another one?

Yeah, cheers.

[SINGING] So lonely--

For you.

Only a Coke for you.

And a squash for me.

Are you, uh, staying sober to hustle us?

Not legal yet.

I'm only 17.

Well, you don't look it.

Uh uh.

So are you guys, you know, on together?

Oh, no.

[laughs] No, no, no.

That could, um, never happen.

Could it, Bird?

No, it could never happen.

Not in this man's Navy, my friend.

Bird and I are just good mates.

[ambient sounds of nature]

[thud]

[tires screeching]

Ah!

[grunts] [inaudible],, don't be like that!

It's only money!

[dramatic music]

[phone beeps, no signal tone]

Ah, where the hell?

Ah!

Ah!

[sighs] Uh!

[breathing heavily] [moans] [grunts]

[suspenseful music]

What the-- ah!

Ah!

[screams]

[theme music]

[weapons firing]

[weapons firing, explosions]

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

A heart attack on a plate, as usual, Charge?

Haha, just beans on toast, thanks, Bird.

We'll get underway as soon as the tide allows.

Sir, just in.

Well, maybe not.

Fleet med officer has just issued a cyclone warning

for waters to our north.

Looks like we'll be staying put for another 24 hours.

That'll give us an opportunity to catch up

on some non-essential maintenance work.

You mean fishing and footie, yeah?

Mm.

[laughs]

Has anyone seen 2 Dads?

Um--

[cellphone rings]

Hello?

Told you, buddy, can't do the time, don't do the crime.

[sighs]

Stand by to recover the sea boat.

2 Dads, what happened to you?

Um, I'm not really sure, ma'am.

Oh, you're not sure?

Well, you smell like a brewery.

Yes, ma'am.

Some locals-- some locals didn't take too well to losing

and I had to walk some of the way.

The last thing I remember was a bright light in the sky.

Hm, a bright light?

Yes, ma'am.

What sort of a bright light?

It was like something out of this world, ma'am.

Are you having a lend of me, [inaudible]??

No, ma'am.

Because if we hadn't changed our plans to sail this morning,

you would be in very serious trouble.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm really sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again, ma'am.

I promise. - Yeah, until next time.

Yes, ma'am.

I mean, no, ma'am. I mean--

Oh, just go and get yourself cleaned up

before the CO sees you.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am, very much.

All right.

So take two of these and try and get some rest.

Thanks.

[sighs]

Is there anything else you need to ask me?

That I can think of.

No unusual marks or anything like that on your body?

I got mozzie bites on my leg, but that's about it.

I better take a look.

[sighs] See?

Oh, my god.

Bird.

What--

These aren't mozzie bites, mate.

They're not? What are they?

They're probe marks.

What?

Does it hurt to sit down?

Did they go in the rectal route?

[laughter]

You know, if my head wasn't about to explode,

I'd tell you where to stick yours.

Oh, 2 Dads, there's a call for you.

From where?

ET, he wants you to phone home.

[laughter]

Zoom!

[slap]

[inaudible] There'll be payback,

and I will have the last laugh.

What, so you saw a UFO?

A bright light in the sky?

I didn't see anything, Charge.

I got drunk and passed out.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, I did.

Take a seat and tell me what happened.

Charge--

Hey, I believe you.

[dramatic music]

Hanging out, doing whatever you like,

doesn't seem like such a bad life to me.

Yeah, me either.

Hey, my boat's being fixed.

What's your excuse?

Tropical Cyclone Hugo.

Yeah, normally, we'd be hard at work.

- Me, too. - Fishing?

Yeah.

What does your mum do?

She died when I was a kid.

Sorry.

That's OK.

Dad's always had it hard, being dad and mum.

I had it the other way around, grown up just with mum.

You understand then.

Tap's for girls.

Tackle.

Uh, if you guys think I'm playing tackle, you're nuts.

Oh, ho ho!

[laughter]

[laughs]

Gotcha.

An open mind, man, that's the key.

I mean, northern Australia is notorious for sightings.

It's also notorious for big drinkers.

OK, we can do a U-turn if you want.

I reckon the guys will be sick of telling

jokes in a couple of weeks.

Then it'll all kick back in again once we get back to base.

But if we could just find something to make

them eat their words, eh?

OK, OK, keep going.

Good choice.

Yeah, that fallen log.

Yeah?

Yeah, that's where I hit the beach.

OK, let's head inland from there, eh?

[dramatic music]

Will you stop doing that?

I can't switch it off.

Well, you're the electric specialist.

Fix it.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to do that with all the tools

that I bought, yeah?

You're a tool.

There, it's off.

I reckon over the next rise and we'll be there.

Then what?

Well, then we look for, I don't know,

recent signs of landings or--

Why would guys with big ass brains

make their way all the way to here, middle of nowhere?

The fishing?

[laughs] I don't know.

[laughs] I'm just here to investigate.

[clears throat] Charge, come on.

[whirring and rumbling]

God, is that a--

Shh, shh, shh.

Come on.

We've got to get closer.

Get down.

Let's get a move on.

Haven't got all night.

What do you think are in the boxes?

Whatever it is, it's not legal.

Make sure everything's secure.

What are you doing? Turn it off.

- Come on, hurry up. - Turn it off.

Turn it off.

Turn it off!

There's someone over there.

Go get them!

I want them dead!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go get them!

Hurry up!

Move!

Move, move!

[inaudible] Run!

Turn it off, for god's sakes!

I can't.

I can't!

Just keep running.

Run!

Back into the bushes.

[weapons firing]

[dramatic music]

[rustling]

That was close.

Yeah.

Ah!

What?

[breathing heavily]

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

You sure?

Yeah.

Charge, you really scared me.

What's going on?

It's just a stitch.

"Just a stitch"?

Yes!

[engine humming]

Any sign of the ute?

Nah, they gone.

You've got to get Swain to take a look at that, mate.

- Fine. - Charge--

[inaudible] stop it!

We got to get out of here.

I lost my bearings.

Which way?

I'm not sure.

But I got out of here once before.

I can do it again.

All right.

All right, this way.

No, this way.

[dramatic music]

You sure this is the way to the beach?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Then what are we doing on a road?

[weapons clack]

MAN: You boys stand real still now.

We're Australian Navy.

If you kill us, you'll have them to answer to.

MAN: Well, who said anything about killing anybody?

And what the hell are two Navy boys doing out

here in the middle of nowhere?

Zone orienteering exercises?

Yeah.

You're a bit of a ways from the ocean.

That's our problem.

We're not much good on dry land.

We got lost.

What about you, Sarge?

What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?

Well, I was having a comfort stop

and I saw you two come out of the bush.

You made me splash my boots.

Sorry about that.

Nah, I'm just doing the rounds.

I got precinct at either side of Victoria.

Ah, so you're pretty familiar with these parts?

Oh, no.

No, I just took out the posting.

But I am looking forward to some fresh berra and a cold beer.

[laughs]

So what's this about a black flight?

Well, they were definitely smuggling something, sir.

What were you doing out there in the first place?

The truth, Charge.

We were looking for 2 Dads' UFO.

Well, not actually really my UFO, sir.

It was Charge's idea.

You two swear you haven't been drinking?

Sir!

[scoffs]

All right.

Did you tell the police officer who drove you back?

About the UFO or the flight?

- The flight. - No, sir.

Why not?

We didn't trust him.

So he's part of the conspiracy, too?

I don't know, sir.

He says he's new around here. But--

- Did he say where he was from? - No.

Why?

Do you know him?

No, he just looks familiar.

Did you get the registration number of the aircraft?

[stammers]

[QUIETLY] Oh.

Did you see what the cargo was?

Well, we just saw Styrofoam boxes--

Styrofoam boxes, sir.

But that could've been anything.

But that's when I started shooting at us.

Yes.

All right, write up a report.

But without more information, I don't think

there's much NAVCOM can do.

[sighs]

Charge.

Charge!

You're going to tell Swain?

About what?

About your stitch.

No.

Charge, I'm worried about you.

Well, your concern's touching.

But I'm fine.

So write up the report.

I'm going to bed.

Hey, what-- why-- why am I writing the report?

CHARGE: Because you started it.

[stammers] I-- how did--

you-- you started it.

Oh, right.

God!

Oh, look at that.

The thing, with the thing, in the thing.

Good night.

Oh!

[inaudible]

[suspenseful music]

[wind whistling]

[electronic beeping]

Hey!

[laughs] Sorry!

So do you reckon there's stingers out there?

Trust me, totally safe.

Local knowledge.

[cell phone beeps]

Uh, Ryan, we've got notice to sail.

The cyclone must have been downgraded.

- How long? - 30 minutes.

We should go.

Guys?

Sorry, we said this might just be a quickie.

Didn't think it'd be this quick.

Ryan, we really should move it.

Yeah, I'm coming.

You'll keep in touch, right?

Yeah, of course.

Because sometimes I get up to [inaudible]

and maybe we can hook up.

Absolutely.

That'd be great.

You mean that?

Yeah, of course.

Oh.

Hey, are you hurt?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry. I thought you--

- No. - I'm sorry.

No.

Just back off.

Whatever you're thinking is wrong.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry!

[pensive music]

[electronic beeping]

Ma'am, we have a radar contact, bearing 1-0-8.

Possible FFE.

All right.

Steer 1-0-8.

Steering 1-0-8.

[dramatic music]

Sir, I've got a visual up.

That's young Leigh's boat.

RO, hail him VHF 1-6.

El Toro, This is Australia--

And what is it this time you think?

--16. Are you receiving?

Over.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

Actually, that's a fallacy, Charge, because it

does strike twice quite often.

An acquaintance of mine, Russell, twice.

Thank you, Robert.

All right, 2 Dads' in charge.

Grab whatever tools you need.

Aye, ma'am.

Ryan, you can go too.

- What? - He's your mate.

You can lend a hand.

Oh, I've stuff to do here, sir.

Whatever it is, it can wait. Move it.

Yes, sir.

[dramatic music]

Leigh!

Hey, Leigh!

Swain, [inaudible].

Swain!

Looks like he's ODed.

All right.

Let's get him back on Hammersley quick.

All right, [inaudible]--

SWAIN: Watch out for that needle.

[dramatic music]

How's he doing, Swain?

He keeps dropping in and out of consciousness.

We really need to get him to a proper medical facility.

Well, the closest one would be the Bush

Hospital back in Winston.

We'd just make it in on the tide.

It would mean laying over another night.

I don't think we've got much choice.

OK, has he said anything at all?

Only one thing, begged us not to tell his dad.

[laughs] All right, let me know if there's any change.

Sir, I reckon there's a good chance that it was heroin

in those boxes the other night.

Possibly.

Well, let's question the kid about it.

He's in no fit state.

But, sir--

Charge, this is a police matter now.

We leave it to them.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

Bird.

You OK?

It just doesn't make sense.

I mean, he didn't even drink.

How would he do something like this?

I don't know.

[pensive music]

He recovered better than I thought he would have.

They're just going to continue to hydrate

him and keep him under observation

for the next few days.

That's good news.

Where's his father?

The hospital is trying to contact him.

Apparently, he's been out fishing.

Yeah, I--

I worked out where I remember Sergeant Wild from.

He was a copper in Brisbane.

Did you work with him?

No.

No, but I heard on the grapevine he got

himself into a bit of strife.

He was allegedly involved with some organized crime figures

down there.

Allegedly?

Got hauled in front of the Integrity Commission.

But nothing could be proved so he couldn't be sacked.

The feeling was he was in it up to his eyeballs.

So this posting out to the boonies--

Punishment post.

Imagine the powers that be would be hoping he'd get jacked

of the isolation and just quit.

Unless, of course, you saw the chance to feather your nest

with a chunk of drug money.

I didn't get a chance to talk to him.

After I finish up here, I might go see him in hospital.

Do you want to come?

No.

I've got work to do.

[pensive music]

So are guys, um, together?

Oh, [laughs] no, no, no.

BIRD: No, no, no.

That could, um, never happen.

Bird and I are just good mates.

[pensive music]

What the hell are you doing? I'm sorry.

I thought you--

No, just back off.

Whatever you thought was--

no, wrong.

I'm so sorry.

[pensive music]

Ryan.

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming.

Yeah, I got my stuff done.

Seen him?

No, the police sergeant's still in there.

[door opens]

He's all yours.

Hey!

Are you OK?

You know, you don't have to face this on your own.

There are people you can talk to.

Not in Winston, there aren't.

Yeah, you don't have to stay here.

Who says he doesn't?

Dad!

It's awfully quiet in there.

[door opens]

Stay away from my son.

[LOUDLY] You hear me?

Ryan.

Ryan!

Get out.

Mate, let us help.

I don't want your help.

Get out!

Leigh--

Why'd you have to find me?

I'd be dead.

I'll be out of here.

Ah, you don't mean that.

I do!

It's the only way I'm going to get away.

From your dad?

Don't pretend you care!

Just piss off!

Get on your boat and piss off!

All of you!

Come on.

[somber music]

[sobs]

[door closes]

Maybe we can just ask a couple of questions.

You reckon?

Charge, is that the truck that chased us?

Could be.

Ah, I think it is.

[dramatic music]

Don't have another stitch on me, OK?

Very funny.

[suspenseful music]

Yeah, that's him.

He's one of the blokes from the [inaudible] the other night

loading [inaudible]. - Are you sure?

Positive.

Uh huh, that proves it.

It means Wild's bent.

Swain told us about this guy's past.

[dramatic music]

So we follow the copper, yeah?

Yeah.

I reckon I can ID a couple of those blokes

from the other night, too.

It's like half the town could be involved, Charge.

CHARGE: Yeah, what chance does Leigh

have in a place like this?

[engine starts]

Not much we can do now.

I don't know about that, Charge.

What do you doing?

[keys clanking]

What does it look like?

[engine starts]

[sighs] Stealing a car?

2 DADS: Wrong, continuing the pursuit of a suspected drug

dealer, Charge.

[dramatic music]

CHARGE: Stop here.

What?

But he went that way.

I saw.

2 DADS: Yeah, so we go and check it out.

No, we don't know what we're walking into.

He's armed.

We're not.

What if he's not alone?

I don't like those odds either.

So what do we do?

You followed?

Yes, sir.

On whose authority?

Ah, in a--

It was a judgment call, sir.

For which you are notorious, 2 Dads.

You sure these men were the ones involved in the black flight?

Without a doubt, sir.

Sir, we have no real authority or jurisdiction here.

Ordinary citizens can act when they know a crime is being

committed, can't they, Swain?

Theoretically.

But right now we don't even know

if a crime is being committed.

We know that a substantial number of the people

in this town are involved in a drug distribution network,

including the police officer!

Charge, this is your theory.

We have no hard and fast proof.

X, with respect, we all saw what drugs did to that kid.

That wasn't a theory.

That was pretty hard and fast.

All right, Charge, calm down.

I'm sorry, sir, but as a parent, I can't.

Every minute we waste gives them time to get

away, if they haven't already.

I agree something suspicious is going on.

How do we get to this processing plant?

[dramatic music]

Isn't exactly a hive of activity

for a thriving fishing town.

Mm.

[creaking]

He's the ringleader for sure.

[engine starts]

Let's take a closer look.

MAN: [moans]

Swain!

MAN: Oh.

Ah.

- Hey. - What the--

- Hey, hey, take it easy. - What the hell?

Take it easy. Hey, hey.

Someone jumped me.

It was probably your druggie mate.

What, Mal Scarpia?

He's no mate of mine.

You want to tell us what you're doing here?

Sorry, police business.

[inaudible] What, Scarpia decked you?

What happened?

You have a little falling out?

Is that what you think?

Oh, I reckon that's what happened.

I just told you, Scarpia isn't my mate.

Yeah, you can say what you like, man.

I saw you talking to him in town.

Charge--

I was investigating his son's OD and questioning the locals.

I told you, I'm new in town.

Did you hear anything to contradict that, Charge?

[scoffs]

2 Dads?

Ah, no, sir.

We weren't close enough to hear anything.

[scoffs] [sighs] Hey, look, it doesn't matter anyway.

And for what it's worth, I reckon

you're right about the drugs.

Where's Scarpia now?

He left.

What's your plan?

I'll get in my car and piss off out of here.

You can't just let him get away with this.

Heh, I've put in a report.

But I wouldn't hold my breath.

So you're going to just get in your car and drive away?

I've learned not to pick fights I can't win.

Give us my gun, [inaudible] I'm out of here.

Well, what do we do now?

We sail with the tide.

But-- but, sir, he's--

Charge, it's a police matter now.

End of story.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]

Uh, sir, we have a radar contact.

Bearing at 0-2-9.

Range, eight miles.

Crossing our waters.

RO?

According to the transponder signal,

she's an Australian trawler, the Millie Rose.

Wish them fair seas, RO.

Sir, Millie Rose is registered to a one

Malcolm Scarpia out of Winston.

KATE MCGREGOR [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Stop your engines.

Australian Navy, we intend to board you

in accordance with the Australian Customs Act.

Repeat, stop your engine.

We intend to board you.

[dramatic music]

What's the problem?

We're just fishermen.

Are you the master of this vessel, sir?

Yes, I am. Mal Scarpia.

Hey, stay back.

Take a look around.

2 Dads.

Like I said, we're just fishermen.

Pig's ass.

All you'll find is fish on ice!

Dutchy.

I know you.

Yeah, I'm a friend of your son's.

X, we found something.

X.

Hey, hey, hey, you got no right to do this.

Take a look.

[clatter]

Ah!

You're busted!

[dramatic music]

X, NAVCOM have instructed us to steam

Millie Rose back to Winston ASAP and lock it down.

All right, with the drugs on board?

Yes. The feds are on their way.

Should be here in a few hours.

The slow tide prevents us from following,

so we'll keep the crew in our steer,

hand them over when we get back home.

Charge?

You can lead the standing party. - Sir.

Select someone to go with you.

Once you've made the hand-over, radio us.

We'll send the rip to pick you up.

Aye, sir.

Charge, can we come with you on the standing party?

Why?

Does there have to be a reason?

Yes.

Leigh's in a pretty fragile emotional state right now.

When he finds out his dad's been busted,

we think he might need some friends.

OK.

Mal Scarpia says he wants a word, boss.

You have no idea, the people you're dealing with.

Is that right?

Not us.

We're just fishermen trying to make a living.

You're drug runners, Mr. Scarpia.

Out of necessity.

Fish stock collapsed.

We needed to find an alternative source of income

to keep the town alive.

Have you ever heard of tourism?

Well, they came to us.

All we had to do was to rendezvous

with a boat in international waters

and bring the shipment to shore.

I never realized that--

the junkies in Sydney and Melbourne, who gives a rats?

Now is--

You think differently after Leigh's overdose.

[QUIETLY] Yeah, I told Buckland that--

MIKE FLYNN: Who?

Carl Buckland, he's the boss.

I told him this would be the last shipment.

How did he take that?

Let's just say he didn't accept my resignations.

If we don't make this delivery, they're

going to think we stiffed them.

They'll come looking for us.

There'll be blood on the streets.

The federal police will meet them.

Then they better hurry.

Buckland thinks you've left.

So he's making a daylight pickup.

They're on their way.

There's been a complication.

The fed's plan's been weathered in.

Looks unlikely they'll be here in time to intercept Buckland.

Do we know anything about this guy?

Career crim, done time for drugs and assault.

Suspected of a lot more than they've

been able to pin on him.

Model citizen, huh?

The feds were officially asked for defense aid

to the civil community, which means--

We get to kick ass.

We'll be waiting to intercept the plane.

When it lands, we'll take custody

of the occupants, hopefully without firing a shot.

So where did this plane last land?

Right here, Dutchy.

The prawn farm, they've got a strip right there.

[dramatic music]

OFFICER: Why are you [inaudible] that way, sir?

Sir?

[electronic beeping]

Oy, we've got company.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you guys doing on my dad's boat?

We caught him with the drugs, Leigh.

Is he here?

No, he's under arrest on Hammersley with his crew.

The federal police are going to be here in a few hours.

I'm sorry, mate.

Leigh, you're a victim in this.

You've done nothing wrong.

Can I come aboard and talk?

Sure.

You can go.

[ambient sounds of nature]

They're late.

I hate an unpunctual crook.

[indistinct conversation]

How is he?

A mess.

Well, you gave it your best shot.

Who are those guys?

Uh, I don't think we're going to hang around to find out.

Prepare to cast off.

Hammersley, this is the Millie Rose.

Look, we've got some, um, visitors

who don't seem too friendly.

So we're going to go for a little harbor cruise

and stay out their way.

Request backup.

Over.

Put that down and step away from the wheel.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Roger that, Millie Rose.

We'll inform the CO. Over.

Son, what the--

I said, step away!

Leigh, don't be stupid.

Keep back or I'll shoot.

I mean it!

[dramatic music]

[weapons clack]

Buckland!

It's over.

Now you boys put your guns on the ground, hands in the air.

Whatever you say, Officer.

[weapons firing]

Leave him.

He's dead.

Forget about Smitty.

Don't!

Keep back or I will shoot.

I mean it!

Mr. Buckland, I'm Leigh Scarpia.

I'm the one who called you.

Why don't you give me that, son?

Where's my merchandise?

Below.

What the hell are you doing?

Getting out of here.

Don't be an idiot.

[thud]

[coughs, wheezes]

You're the idiot, not me.

[wheezing]

We don't have much time.

The Navy are at the airstrip.

I know.

That's why we landed around the headland.

Nice idea, kid.

All there? Well, let's go.

You drive.

Roger that, X. They're at the wharf.

Let's move.

Right-o.

Sir, Charge and Ryan?

We've lost contact.

We have to assume that Buckland has the boat.

If he moves, shoot him.

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Can't this thing go any bloody faster?

It's a fishing trawler.

It's not built for speed.

Dammit!

They'll be on top of us in a minute.

Sir, they've got Charge at gunpoint,

port side, upper deck.

What are we going to do?

We need hostages.

And we need a diversion to slow them down.

Put a bullet in him, and throw him overboard.

[thud]

[weapons firing]

Do you see him, Dutchy?

No, nothing.

[suspenseful music]

[coughing]

Sir, Charge is in the water!

[inaudible],, you pick up Charge.

We'll maintain pursuit.

Over.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Roger that.

Sir!

What the hell?

Tear gas, now!

Roger!

Tear gas [inaudible].

[weapons firing]

Move! Get out!

[coughing]

Get out!

Move!

All right.

Let's go and take us in.

[coughing]

[sound of struggle]

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Sir, armed hostile, starboard side.

[weapons firing]

2 Dads, return fire.

[weapons firing]

[inaudible] port side.

[weapons firing]

[thud]

[grunts] Ah!

Uh!

[moans]

Dutchy, upper deck.

Swain, take the lower.

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[coughing]

[weapons clack]

Cleared!

MAN: [coughing]

Come on! BIRD: Help!

MAN: Keep moving!

OFFICER: Sir, port side wheelhouse.

MAN [OVER COMMS]: Copy that.

Help!

[coughing]

[weapons clack]

Drop the weapon.

Drop the weapon! Drop it!

I'll shoot her.

I swear I will.

Knees, now.

Hands behind your back.

Swain!

It's OK.

Charge-- Swain, I need your help!

He's having a heart attack!

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MIKE FLYNN: Ryan, you OK?

Sir?

You never really know anyone, do you?

Not really.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

You only met him a few days ago.

Still, I thought we were friends.

And he ends up spitting in my face.

Oh, what do they say?

Apple never falls far from the tree?

Yeah.

And with a dad like that, it's no wonder he's screwed.

I better get back to work, sir.

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Sir, prisoners are in custody with the feds.

Thanks, Dutchy.

Any news?

Well, Swain's talking with his doctor now.

But haven't heard anything.

He's on his way up.

Good.

He's dead, isn't he?

[sighs] No.

No, no, he's not dead.

And, in fact, I don't think he had a heart attack.

What? You-- you mean he was faking?

2 Dads, shut up.

Go on, Swain.

They did an ECG and ran some cardiac enzymes.

There's no evidence of a heart attack.

But an X-ray has shown some inflammation

around the heart which is consistent

with a viral infection.

Now did anyone notice any symptoms?

No.

2 Dads?

Um, he did have some chest pain for a few days.

Ah, 2 Dads.

No, sir, I told him to see Swain, sir.

But he wouldn't.

He-- he was scared he would have to leave the boat.

They're going to run some more tests.

But if it is an infection, which it looks like it is,

it's treatable.

So he should make a full recovery.

Excellent.

Don't worry, 2 Dads.

He'll be fine.

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