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Three hours past the designated rendezvous.

They'll be here commander.

It might help, Ms. Cruise, if I knew

what your team was doing here?

Help in what way?

For a start I could tell my team why they've been sitting

in a rib for 3 and 1/2 hours.

Relates to our ongoing investigation

into a terrorist network.

But that's all I can tell you at this stage.

X, captain.

How are you holding up.

XO [OVER RADIO]: Bored.

Cold, tired, and lacking in humor, not

necessarily in that order, sir.

Still no word from the agents.

Just continue to sit tight, out.

Sir, got something.

MADELAINE: That'll be Smith.

Robert, anything on the secure frequency?

Not yet, sir.

Just one heat shape.

Isn't there four in your team?

They could have lost use of their radios.

Maybe something's gone wrong.

X, we've picked up a lone figure in the trees

behind the beach, signaling towards the ship.

I want you to approach the beach with stealth, secondaries off.

Over.

XO: Copy that, sir.

Captain, X. Sir, we are at the beach.

There's no sign of anyone, over.

X, the heat signature was at 1 o'clock from your position.

Over.

Right, Dutchy, Swain, check it out.

Roger.

RO: Sir, incoming signal.

SMITH [OVER RADIO]: This is Smith!

I'm the only one left!

SMITH: Get down!

Down!

Get down!

Down!

Get down!

[gunfire]

Down!

Get out of there, X. Get out of there now.

[gunfire]

XO: [inaudible] Sir, we need cover fire!

Repeat, we need cover fire! Over.

Charge, typhoon.

Aye, sir.

Pull back!

[gunfire]

Lock on the tree line, aim and target.

On my signal, Charge.

[gunfire]

SMITH: Wait, wait!

What the hell?

[explosion]

Ma'am, what about him?

XO: No, Swain.

Forget him, he's dead.

XO: They've taken him out.

Leave him!

No!

Swain!

[gunfire]

XO: Sir, Swain is on the beach.

FLYNN: Copy, X. Hold your fire, Charge.

Swain!

[gunfire]

XO: Sir, Swain is clear.

Fire at will, engage.

[typhoon fire]

Took a big risk for a dead man.

Go, go, go!

Come on!

[gunfire]

Hey, hey.

All right, you're all right, you're all right.

OK, let's go!

[music - theme, "sea patrol"]

[gunshot]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

And on to the right.

What the hell happened over there?

Not now, ma'am.

I'm all right, I just knocked about four feet.

What about the others?

Smith?

They're all dead.

How?

I don't know.

We were ambushed on our way to the beach.

I think that they were waiting for us they took us out.

Jesus.

Are you hurt anywhere--

Oh, look, I said I'm fine, just

give me some room to breathe.

What about Jim Roth?

We made contact yesterday.

He gave it to us and took off.

Have you got it?

I want the RO to send the contents of this thumb

drive to my office immediately.

OK.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm with the local government.

What's going on?

SALAH: No, no, this is totally unacceptable.

It's Madelaine and the CO.

And some local government dude.

He doesn't seem too happy.

I hope we understand each other, captain.

The sooner you leave port, the better.

2 Dads, would you escort Mr. Salah off the ship.

Yes, boss.

Sir?

And seeing as you're both so interested,

you might as well come in for a briefing.

OFFICER [OVER PA]: Special [inaudible] close up.

Stand by to depart berth.

Oh get a wriggle on, you slackers.

Haven't got all day.

Chop, chop.

Hey, [inaudible] What are you doing?

OFFICER: Hey, 2 Dads, try these on.

That's all right.

We've just been politely asked to leave

by the local authorities.

Why?

Officially, we overstepped our authorization

by engaging in direct military action on their soil.

Unofficially, the corrupt local government

is protecting the man we're trying to apprehend.

Mirhad Moshir.

He's a businessman in the district who we believe

runs the entire terrorist network

we've been trying to shut down.

So why not just take him out?

Moshir's wealthy and connected.

He has local authorities like Salah in his pocket.

So are we leaving, sir?

We've got no choice, X. As soon as our stores are loaded,

we steam for home.

Sir, this operation.

The dead agents, they were expendable?

The sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

The data stick that Jim Roth got for them should help us decode

Moshir's encrypted signals.

What's with the girly beads?

Handcrafted by a local tribe of pygmies.

This is genuine indigenous jewelry.

There's no pygmies around these parts, you muppet.

Apart from you.

Face it, Dutchy, you're not man enough to wear jewelry.

SMITH: Three good men are dead.

You sent us in there without any support!

MADELAINE: Keep your voice down.

SMITH: We were collateral damage!

All you cared about is your own damn agenda.

I'll eat in the junior mess.

We need to talk.

About what?

Please, Dutchy, it's important.

This misunderstanding between us.

Misunderstanding?

Is that what you call it?

I didn't use you.

Just like you didn't use Agent Smith and his team?

What was that term he just used?

Collateral damage.

Sounds familiar.

Agent Smith is under a lot of stress at the moment.

And he's hurting over the death of his colleagues.

Looks like you are hurting, too.

In my own way.

Come on, Dutchy.

Don't you think it's time we called

this little feud of ours.

All done?

Yeah, just going to ditch the gash.

I'll do that.

You're midshipman.

Officers do not ditch the gash.

This one does, especially when a chef has been

slogging her guts outs all day.

[knocking]

What do you want?

All right, I thought you might need

something to help you sleep.

Did Madelaine send you down with those?

Listen, you've been through something pretty traumatic,

so if you need anything--

So want to pump me full of drugs.

If you don't want to anything, then that's fine.

Just stop being such a do-gooder

and get out of my face.

You have got no idea what's going on here.

Excuse me.

Agent Smith, I just--

Whoa.

What's his problem?

Hey, can I help you?

Just looking for something to drink.

I've got milk.

Juice, orange, apple.

I'm looking for a beer.

There is no beer in there.

I said there's no beer in there.

Hey!

Hey.

What are you doing?

Where is the beer?

Where is it!

Please, just let him go.

Alcohol is only dispensed at the CO's discretion.

Please just let him go.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

- I'm going to report this. - No, don't.

Ryan he just attacked you.

I don't need you or anyone else

to fight my battles for me, OK?

I can deal with him.

Ryan.

Bird!

I said I'll deal with it.

OK?

It'll keep.

[thunder]

[beeping]

What is it, Robert?

It's just the forward hatch rattling.

All this bumping around.

Where'd this rain come from, anyway?

RO: From the sky, Swain.

It's called precipitation.

Is quite a well-known atmospheric phenomenon.

Yes, thank you Robert, no one likes a smart ass.

Oh, I don't know.

2 Dads seems fairly popular.

Hey.

Did you manage to sedate Agent Smith?

No.

No, I think he's showing some signs of post-traumatic stress.

Must be from hanging out with Madelaine Cruise too long.

I know.

The sooner we get him back to port

and get him some help, the better.

Ah, Swain, can you come down to the beverage store.

Yes, ma'am.

I was just heading down to my cabin when I noticed this.

Got any ideas?

It's definitely been jimmied.

Looks like someone's actually trying

to put this back together.

Swain to the boarding party room.

Swain to the boarding party room at the rush.

- Charge? - Yeah.

Here.

What is it, mate?

He's dead.

I haven't touched him.

So what do you think, Swain?

Body's still warm, so he's only

been dead less than an hour.

And all this glass is from a couple of broken stubbies.

Solves the question of the missing beer.

Looks like he's cracked his skull on the corner

here, and then maybe broken his neck as well.

I think it would be safe to say that he died pretty quick.

Sir.

2 Dads, clear everyone from the passage.

OK, guys, nothing to see here.

Back to your racks, everyone.

Come on, move.

Move.

You OK?

Are you?

Why wouldn't I be?

So he was drunk, lost his balance in rough seas,

fell down the hatch.

Maybe.

A bit early to make that call, though, sir.

Swain.

Got what you asked.

Here's the camera.

All right, I'll just document the scene,

then we'll rack him up, get him to the cooler.

[camera clicks]

Three.

You all right?

Yeah.

Hey, Charge.

The chain guard around the ladder.

Was it-- was that latched or unlatched when you found him?

Unlatched.

Why would he have been heading to the engine room?

I don't know.

If he was pissed, maybe he lost his bearing.

I've done that before.

Hey, Bird.

What is it?

He was in the galley a few hours ago looking for beer.

Agent Smith?

He-- he seemed a bit aggro.

A bit on edge.

Did you report it to anyone.

No.

I mean I was going to, but--

But what?

But what, Bird?

But Ryan asked me not to.

Smith came into the galley and gave him a bit of a hard time.

He shoved him up against a wall.

I just think Ryan was a bit embarrassed.

Right.

OK, well, thanks for telling me.

You better get some sleep.

Oh, oh, any more hash browns.

Yes, coming out of the deep fryer now.

It's amazing, I never tire of hearing those words.

How are you feeling this morning?

Fine.

Listen, I heard you had a bit of a run in with Agent Smith

last night.

So everything all right?

Yeah.

It was nothing.

RO [OVER PA]: CO to the comms [inaudible]

CO to the comms [inaudible]

Just do as I ask and send it.

Again, we are currently under a communications

embargo and I cannot send any signals

without the CO's permission.

I have higher authority than the CO.

Not on this boat you don't.

Ro, what's going on?

Why have you shut down outgoing comms?

Agent Cruise wants to send a message.

Standard procedure.

I don't want sailors emailing news of a death at sea

before the Navy's media unit has issued a statement.

Well, this is encrypted.

No one outside my office will be able to read it.

Now I know that you've contacted NAVCOM,

but I need to report Smith's death

officially to my superiors.

[knocking]

RO?

Yes.

Send the signal.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Just doing my job.

Swain.

Swain, contact grid 5.

Yes, ma'am.

It's a container ship, ma'am, and it's heading due north.

Right, nevertheless, come starboard 10 degrees.

Yes, ma'am, starboard 10.

Sorry, I was, um, just thinking about Agent Smith.

You're not the only one.

But we still need you to keep your eyes forward.

Yes, ma'am.

I should have confined him to quarters.

I mean, I had a fair idea he was suffering

from post-traumatic stress.

You don't know that.

Well, I knew he was doing a tough.

Swain, don't blame yourself.

It was an accident.

Hey.

Hey.

Thought we were in a communications lock down.

No emails in or out.

Yeah, these are yesterday's.

I was just getting around to reading them now.

What are you doing?

Just putting together the report on Agent Smith's death.

What is it?

Swain?

See that?

What am I looking at?

Fingernails.

There's dried blood underneath them, and bits of skin.

Yeah, you're right.

Does that mean what I think it means?

Means he would have had to close someone pretty deeply.

Check this out.

Is that bruising?

Yep.

Then this come up post-mortem.

And that pattern is finger marks.

So, that's what we're going to do.

One by one down in the wardroom, Swain will examine the men,

the XO will assist with the female crew.

Who's going to examine Swain, sir?

What?

I go to the movies too, Swaino.

[inaudible] coppers are always manipulating

evidence to frame some stooge.

Listen, I'm not a cop, all right?

And I'm not a stooge.

All right, 2 Dads, that'll do.

Swain isn't enjoying this, either.

That's fine.

Satisfied?

Or you need a closer look?

What if he scratched you on the arse?

[giggles]

I'm just saying.

You should drop them.

FLYNN: Upper body only.

See you later, Charge.

OK, who's going to go first?

I'll go first.

I'm the only non crew member on board.

Probably makes me the most likely suspect.

OK.

Clear.

Ryan.

OK, he's clear.

Good.

Is that everyone?

Just 2 Dads to go.

Ryan, get 2 Dads here.

Sir.

Looks like your theory has got a few holes.

2 Dads.

What were you waiting for?

What's up?

What's up, sir, is that I'm philosophically opposed

to this sort of illegal search.

Get your top off.

Sir, I grew up being victimized

by coppers like Swain.

I already told you, man, I'm not a cop.

Yeah, but you used to be.

Old habits die hard, I reckon Swaino.

This is a violation of my civil liberties, sir.

You left you civil liberties onshore.

Now get it off.

OK, satisfied?

Turn around.

Turn around, 2 Dads.

I don't know how the scratches got there.

Must have happened on the beach when we were extracting him.

From memory, you didn't have any contact with Agent Smith

when we did the evac.

Look, I didn't do anything.

So just tell us how you got the scratches.

Listen, 2 Dads, as soon as we get back to port,

the blood under Smith's fingernails are going to be DNA

tested.

So believe me if you have something to say,

now is the time to say it.

I don't think any of us believe you killed Agent Smith.

Could have fooled me, X. OK.

I just finished my watch.

Was 22:00 hours.

I was heading down to my cabin to put my head down and then

that's when I came across him breaking

into the beverage store.

Oi, what are you doing?

SMITH: What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm getting something to drink.

Mate, you can't do that.

Hey.

2 DADS: He had a go at me first, sir.

Out of the blue, I was just defending myself.

Relax, relax!

That's when he scratched me.

So you're saying you just gave him a bit of a shove.

Yeah.

Not even a hard one, either.

I didn't even hurt the guy.

The next thing I know he's on the ground

bawling his eyes out.

[sobbing]

You OK?

I just figured it's all the stress that he's under,

you know?

Losing his mates in the ambush.

And that was it?

You just, you walked away and you left him there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I just walked--

no, actually I, um--

What?

I felt sorry for the guy, boss.

After what he'd been through, so I

gave him a couple of stubbies.

Here.

Just take these, mate.

Here.

Just take them.

Just make sure no one sees you, OK?

Thanks.

2 Dads, why didn't you say anything to us?

Was going to report it in the morning, Swaino,

but then, you know, the guy was dead.

How did that look?

That's all the more reason why you should have come forward.

I know, sir.

I-- I guess I just--

What?

Felt responsible for what happened to him, ma'am.

When have you got there, Swain?

It looks like a bead, sir.

That's from my bracelet.

You have a bracelet?

Give us a look.

A man's bracelet, sir, very masculine.

That broke off during the fight last night.

Yeah, I recognize that, sir.

It's definitely from 2 Dad's string of girly beads.

OK, well that proves that what 2 Dads is saying is true,

doesn't it?

Certainly doesn't hurt.

He planted it.

What?

You planted it to corroborate your story.

Whoa, whoa, now, hang on.

I don't think 2 Dads is that clever.

Yeah. Hey!

You're not seriously taken in by this?

I want him arrested.

Sir, I didn't plant anything.

He's obviously responsible.

The only person responsible here is you.

Excuse me?

FLYNN: All right, let's just break this up.

There will be no arrests just yet.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Commander White wants you to give her a call.

And ma'am, this just came for you.

Come on, 2 Dads, we'll get this cleaned up.

I swear. - I did not.

I believe you, mate.

Mike, ASIO have used the code provided by Captain Roth

to decrypt a signal they intercepted this morning.

It provides a possible location for Mirhad

Moshir's training camp.

And where's that?

A part of the coastline not far from your current position.

I've sent the coordinates through to your RO.

Well, you know we've been given our marching orders.

WHITE [OVER RADIO]: Defense department has gone straight

to the top on this one.

Look, I know you're still dealing with a death on board,

but you've been authorized to land,

to gather intel, and report back to ASIO.

Don't tell me.

Madelaine Cruise is to lead the shore party.

WHITE [OVER RADIO]: You must be psychic, Mike.

Wish I was, Max.

It would come in handy right about now.

Talk later.

Take it you've been informed?

As have you.

Sir, coordinates.

Set a new course, X.

Yes, sir.

[knocking]

Come in, Swain.

Sir, I am--

I wanted to talk to you about the Agent Smith situation.

I don't know, something just doesn't add up.

Seems to me your initial theory was correct.

Drunken accident.

On two beers?

Maybe not drunk, but judgment impaired

because of his emotional state.

Yeah, possibly.

It's just, um--

What?

I don't know.

Call it gut instinct.

[phone ringing]

CO?

RO [OVER RADIO]: Sir, coming up on the coordinates now.

Pipe the rib party to prepare.

We talk about this later?

Aye, sir.

Two teams, scouting inland to the west and to the east.

Lieutenant, you take Swain and 2 Dads,

I'll lead Charge and Dutchy.

This is the man we're looking for.

If we find his camp, we mark his location.

We take photos and video evidence.

That's it.

We don't engage.

Everyone clear?

2 DADS: No hard feelings, Swaino, yeah?

About all that dirty cop stuff I said?

No, 2 Dads.

Just going to forget it ever happened?

Yeah?

Yeah.

After you pull an extra cleaning detail.

For a week.

Or a month, if you don't shut up, leader.

X, Charge.

Yeah, go ahead.

Anything?

No, just a lot of jungle.

[buzzing]

And mozzies the size of small dogs.

Copy that.

MOSHIR: [inaudible] Guns are semi automatic.

[gunfire]

[inaudible] Get down.

Get up!

Get out of here.

Get out!

MOSHIR: What do we have here?

MAN: We found this navy pig hiding in the bushes.

MAN: He was taking a video.

[crunch]

I'm going to ask questions, and you're

going to answer them.

If you don't, I'm going to put a bullet

in the middle of your eyes.

Charge, this is X. What's happening?

Moshir is still interrogating him, ma'am.

His men are searching the jungle.

Won't be long before our position is compromised.

Copy that.

Let's go.

I know that when there is one navy dog,

there are always more hiding somewhere.

Where's the rest of your people?

Pretty boy is a clown.

OK.

Let's have fun then.

XO: Charge, heading to your position now.

Copy that.

MOSHIR: Get up!

Up!

Kill him.

[gunshots]

[gunfire]

Charge, we're in position.

Fall back!

[gunfire]

[car engine running]

[gunfire]

And there goes Moshir.

You OK?

We need to get back to the ship.

You identified Moshir's camp?

He won't be going back there now, so intel's worthless.

So much for my orders to surveil and not engage.

I was trying to get you some goddamn video footage.

Dutchy.

Hey. - What?

CHARGE: She did save your life, you know.

She put her own life in danger take out the guys

that were going to execute you.

Single handed.

MADELAINE: I need to contact Captain Roth immediately.

Hopefully he can pick up on Moshir's trail.

OK.

Charge, it's time to weigh anchor and head for home.

Swain?

Tell you what, she may be a spook, but she's a good shot.

[metallic groaning]

[beeping]

No, no, no.

Well, what is it?

That it was the anchor winch, ma'am,

or rather its capstain motor.

It sounds like she's burned out.

Great.

That's all we need.

No.

No, no drama.

OFFICER: That's it, keep it going.

Heave.

Heave.

Walk it back.

Rest.

On break.

Dutchy.

Right royally stuffed.

Just checked the gearbox.

She's shot.

Won't be able to fix it until we get back to port.

Which means I can kiss my R&R goodbye.

Hey, what's this?

Charge?

What?

OFFICER: Sir, Charge reckons the gearbox's shot.

Charge, just found the culprit.

It's an old rag.

That would have done it, right?

Marine techies?

Your useless bilge rats must've left it

there when I was last serviced.

All right, keep pulling.

The sooner we get this mother up the sooner

we can get to the pub.

Of break.

Pull her in.

Hey.

Charge tells me that you took a pretty big risk for me

at Moshir's camp. - For you?

Taking out the guy that was about to put

a bullet through my head.

I was more concerned with Moshir getting away.

Would it kill you to accept an apology?

That was an apology?

You know what your problem is, Dutchy?

You keep mixing up the professional with the personal.

It's not about you and me.

I'm just doing my job.

I know, I get it.

Job is everything to you.

This patrol's been one balls up after another, eh?

Oi, earth to planet Swain?

Sorry, mate.

Thank you.

I was just thinking about Agent Smith.

I don't know, something just doesn't add up.

Still think one of your shipmates is a murderer?

[beeping]

Ro?

It's the emergency generator locker.

We got another hatch rattling around.

What?

The seas are smooth as butter, mate.

Capstain motor.

Was a burn out.

Bit of material caught in the gear.

You have the ship.

Where are you going.

Fo'c'sle.

Why?

[knocking]

Sir.

Swain.

Sir, there's someone onboard the ship.

Someone who shouldn't be here.

What are you talking about?

They've been hiding out in the emergency generator locker.

But they're not there anymore.

So where are they now?

Well, the hatch alarm went off a few minutes ago.

They could be anywhere.

Doing what?

They must have killed Agent Smith.

Madeline.

[knocking]

Ma'am, sorry to interrupt.

What's going on, Swain?

We think there's someone hiding away on board the ship.

We think he killed Agent Smith, and there's a good possibility

he's going to come after you.

I need to escort you to the bridge, ma'am.

OK.

I'm just going to change my clothes.

OK.

I'll just wait in the corridor for you.

I'll just give you a few minutes here.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

OK, OK, give me some room.

What's going on?

Swain discovered he'd been hiding on the ship

in the forward void space.

He tried to kill Madelaine.

He's the government guy, yes?

Sir, I definitely escorted him off the ship.

He must've snuck back on board before we sailed.

Go and get Bird for me? - Is he dead?

2 DADS: Bird. Bird!

- No, not yet. - Who sent you?

Was it Moshir? SWAIN: Madelaine.

Where's Moshir?

Where is his safe house?

Ms. Cruise, this is not helping.

OK?

I need to keep him alive, Swain.

I need answers.

Maybe you should've thought of that before you

shot him in the neck.

He had a gun.

He was going to shoot you.

I saved your life.

Well, he's gone now.

You did all you could, Swain.

I'll let NAVCOM know.

Yes, sir.

Swain?

No, afraid I can't, mate.

Got to debrief for the CO.

ASIO.

Yeah, yeah.

Swaino.

Say, Madelaine?

Yeah, mate, just down here.

Stick it in your [inaudible]

Dutchy, coming out for a drink?

No, I'll catch you later.

Hey.

Don't tell me.

You're going to have another crack at apologizing?

No, I'm not going to apologize.

What have I got to apologize for?

Let's see.

Um, accusing me of trying to kill you,

accusing me of getting my own agents

killed, stuffing out my surveillance with Moshir.

OK.

I'm sorry.

And?

And?

And thank you.

For?

For saving my arse.

It's a nice arse.

You're lucky it's worth saving.

Well, I reckon this makes us even.

So I was thinking, let's catch up for dinner tonight.

Clean slate.

None of this professional crap.

Strictly personal.

I've got a better idea.

Mmm.

At this rate we'll starve to death.

Singapore chili crab.

Sure know a way to a man's heart.

Who said I was after your heart?

I'm trained in counter torture techniques.

It takes a lot to distract me.

Do me a favor and turn down the stove?

Not quite ready for it yet.

You've barely touched your plate.

Fourth glass of wine, though.

You need some Dutch courage?

An hour ago you couldn't keep your hands off me,

now you can barely look at me.

Is my chili crab that bad?

Did you kill Smith?

I thought we dealt with that.

Why are there scratch marks on your neck?

It was in self-defense.

He tried to kill me.

Because he was angry about the ambush.

Because I discovered he was a double agent.

He was on Moshir's payroll, playing both sides.

He tried to kill me, Dutchy.

It was him or me.

So why all the lies?

You even tried to pin it on 2 Dads.

I would never have let 2 Dads take the rap.

I just had to conceal my involvement.

So you could get away with it.

So that's Smith's status as a double agent was kept secret.

It's too sensitive for common navy personnel

to get wind of something like that.

Common navy personnel like me?

Why would Moshir send Salah to come and kill you if Agent

Smith was going to do it?

That's something we're going to have to ask

Moshir when we catch him.

I'm telling you the truth, Dutchy.

If you don't believe me, well, you can leave.

Dutchy.

I thought you were headed out with the others.

I got a better offer, or so I thought.

Sir, there's something I've got to tell you.

Yeah, something I have to tell you, too.

Madelaine Cruise killed Agent Smith.

We know.

You know?

I've just been informed by ASIO.

Swain has been ordered to bury his report on Smith's death.

And ask no questions.

She told them.

She sent an encrypted message from the ship

the next morning detailing exactly what happened.

ASIO subsequently found a whole heap of dirt on Smith

confirming is linked to Moshir.

And this information is for senior sailors only.

I'll brief Charge, but as for the rest of the crew.

Need to know, sir.

And they don't need to know.

OK?

Sure.

So, I take it your evening with Madelaine didn't end well,

then.

You could say that.

Sorry, mate.

There'll be other chances.

Not this time, Swaino.

Chili crab and hot sex.

I blew it.

The chilli crab looked good, too.

Ah, those were the days.

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