"You wanted to see me, sir." "X, you know Greg." "This is his colleague, Martina Royce." "Hello." "Hi." "You're obviously curious about what's going on here." "Off at first light, going like the clappers." "You bet." "We're following the 'Pacific Mariner'" "It has a transmitter on board." "Nice work." "How did you manage that?" "All thanks to the captain here." "Ursula" " Dr Morrell - ended up at my place and admitted she'd made some big mistakes." "When Lisa and I started working for Rick Gallagher we just thought we were doing research on some unusually toxic species of crab." "I encouraged her to see these guys and set it right." "She informed us that Rick Gallagher would be loading the entire stockpile of toxin onto the 'Pacific Mariner'" "If this stuff gets out, we're talking deaths in the thousands." "The trouble was she couldn't tell us the location or when it was gonna be loaded so we gave her a transmitter to activate when it was D-day and they were under way." "Wait a second, are you are you saying she's on board the 'Pacific Mariner'" "Gallagher's a killer." "If he finds out..." "It was her choice." "Oh, I'm sure you guys pointed out all the pitfalls." "Come on." "Give us a break." "She knew what risk it entailed." "I bet she did." "She asked us not to tell you." "Sorry." "It was the only way." "Sir, from NAVCOM." "The transmitter's indicating the 'Pacific Mariner's maintaining her course and speed." "Our orders remain - close but do not intercept." "I'll have to brief my team." "Uh..." "I'd prefer you didn't." "We need to keep security on this as tight as a drum." "And I'd prefer you trusted my team as much as I do." "OK, team." "Listen up." "Today we're participating in a joint operation with the Federal Police to track and ultimately intercept the 'Pacific Mariner'" "Rick Gallagher again?" "Yes." "We believe Gallagher intends to load a cargo of lethal toxin onto his ship and attempt to transport it out of our territorial waters." "Any idea what he plans on doing with it?" "Our intelligence suggests his aim is to on-sell it internationally to the highest black-market bidder." "So terrorists could get their hands on it?" "Correct." "The implications of that are obvious." "Our task is to prevent it from happening." "But we can't intercept him until he's loaded the toxin." "NAVCOM orders, Charge." "This may be one of the most important operations we've been called upon to perform, and certainly one of the most dangerous." "So let's stay sharp, focus on the task at hand, and I'm sure we'll achieve a positive outcome." "Any questions?" "No, sir." "Alright, that's all." "With all due respect, sir, the Federal Police don't believe that aerial surveillance is a good idea." "You see, if Gallagher gets an inkling that we're on to him, he'll cut and run." "We need to let him load the toxins before we move in." "It..." "Yes, sir." "Yep." "We don't know who the buyers are." "But if they get their hands on this toxin..." "Yes, sir." "The Seahawks are at Alert 30." "'Kingston's on immediate notice to sail." "Uh, sir." "I'll call you back." "We lost the signal." "Has the 'Pacific Mariner' slowed?" "No, sir." "When we lost the signal she'd maintained a steady course at 8 knots." "OK, I'll call the Feds." "Get on to 'Hammersley'" "Yes, sir." "We may not be required to board, depending on the support situation." "And this toxin - will we need protection?" "Yep." "But according to Dr Morrell, the toxin isn't harmful to marine life." "Only humans." "Yeah." "It's all a bit scary." "Ma'am." "The armed services." "Sooner or later you're gonna get put on the hotplate." "What helps is the thought of Rick Gallagher when they slip the handcuffs on him." "It's personal." "Oh, you bet it is." "Well, not just for you." "You mean the CO?" "One thing I do know about him is that he will never put personal issues before duty." "NAVCOM has lost the tracking beacon signal." "It could be a malfunction." "Or Gallagher's found the transmitter and now Dr Morrell is in trouble." "We could head for the 'Mariner's last known lat and long and hope she's still there." "If he's found it, he won't stay." "Sir, we gotta try something." "Yes, we do, and fast." "Nav, is this the 'Pacific Mariner' course?" "Yes, boss." "If she keeps to it, it'll take a right here." "Bright Island." "That was searched." "Maybe something was missed." "In lieu of better intel, I suggest we make for it." "Every second counts." "I could request air reconnaissance." "Well, just a single plane." "If they are there, we don't want to scare 'em off." "Roger." "Hammerhead 2, this is Whisky Foxtrot Echo 51." "No current activity visible on the island." "The beach on the south seems a bit torn up, some vegetation flattened on the west side of the hill." "No other signs of habitation from up here." "Over." "Copy that." "Don't stick around." "We'll take it from here." "Over." "Shall I prepare a shore party?" "We can't be certain there's no hostile element." "If Gallagher gets away, somewhere a lot of people are gonna die." "They may have left something on the island that will give us some intel." "True." "Take the tinnie." "Three of us, three of yours." "Remember who we're dealing with here." "If there's no-one there, the place could be booby-trapped." "Away seaboat." "X- ray 2, this is Charlie 2." "SITREP." "Over." "There's no sign of anybody." "We're heading up a hillside." "Murphy." "We're approaching what looks like an old World War II bunker." "Proceed with caution, X-ray 2." "Over." "This is X-ray 2." "Roger." "Out." "It's been really well camouflaged." "X." "Island Spring water." "Yeah, not a bad drop." "Oh!" "Cobwebs." "ET... you and me." "Too late." "X." "What's that?" "It's a tracking device." "Damn it!" "Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2." "Transmitter's been deliberately smashed." "He's on to us." "I'm a lot more concerned about the implications for Dr Morrell." "There's no evidence of her having been on the island." "I can only assume she's still with Gallagher." "And where's Gallagher?" "He could be anywhere." "He's a lot slower than us." "If we knew where he was headed, we could still catch him." "RO, when did the satellite transmission stop?" "Just after midday." "Which should be around here." "OK, get on to NAVCOM, ask for any intel they have on vessels in this region from 1300." "Yes, sir." "They probably had some aircraft up there checking on the cyclone." "We might get a lucky sighting of them on his new course." "That's a long bow, isn't it?" "It's about the only chance we have." "Well, better give our lot the bad news." "She may still be alive." "She made some wrong choices." "But, then, we all do." "Yeah, we do." "Eat up, Buffer." "Might be the last chance you get for a while." "Misty found my conversation inspiring." "Misty?" "Misty was that blonde you were talking to at the bar last night?" "Name like 'Misty' she's either a stripper or a whale-watcher." "Or both." "Possibly both." "Hey, hey, I finally get a woman interested and I'm gonna die inhaling some deadly toxin." "Toxin, perfume - same result." "I'd like to see how these guys handle this toxin when I feed it to them." "Oh, gentlemen, company." "Oh." "Hi." "I agree with you completely." "Martina." "Buffer." "Peter." "You'll have to excuse us, Martina." "Peter's watch is about to start and I need to give my boys some information." "Understood." "We're relying on you boys to find this ship." "Well, ma'am, if anyone can sniff it out, it's the CO." "Oh, I look forward to hearing some of your 'inspiring' conversation." "Ma'am." "Must be the pheromones, mate." "What?" "Exactly." "RO?" "Mm?" "Any more on that cyclone alert?" "Yeah, the centre's approximately 100 miles east of our current position." "Oh, well, at least we're heading away from it." "Keep me updated." "Yes, ma'am." "X?" "White with one." "Buffer, thank you." "What is it?" "The federal agent, Martina..." "Mm." "...you wouldn't happen to know if she's single?" "She's not wearing a ring, but how would you know..." "No." "I mean, I don't know if she's single." "Right, OK." "But, um, Buff she's a uni type..." "And she wouldn't be interested in an uneducated Popeye like me." "N- no..." "Right, OK, thanks." "No, that's not what I..." "Yes, I know, sir." "I know we want to capture it intact, but what if the target doesn't comply?" "Flynn's gotta know if he can sink it." "Yeah." "Yes, sir." "Yeah." "Yeah, as soon as would be appreciated." "Thank you, sir." "Oh, that's great." "Get this - if 'Hammersley' has to sink the 'Pacific Mariner' needs ministerial approval." "For the Minister to give it the go-ahead, he needs the PM's authority." "And the PM can't be contacted." "Isn't that good?" "Hi." "You must really enjoy this stuff, out in the elements." "Yeah, I love it." "What about you?" "You like what you do?" "Yeah." "Yeah, it's been three years now." "It's gone so fast." "I never seem to be home." "What does your boyfriend think of that?" "Hates it." "Won't sleep with me the first three nights back." "Demands expensive sashimi." "He's a Siamese." "Some wayward gull must have dropped this." "Maybe it's not wayward anymore." "Maybe it's finally home." "Barometer's still falling, sir." "Did you get those intel reports from the last transmission?" "There wasn't much, but I've plotted the positions." "Gallagher's probably going to head towards territorial waters." "Timor or Indonesia." "Or a rendezvous with someone else." "Here, look. 1400." "A boat heading nor-east." "Nor-east?" "I'm lost." "I'm Gallagher." "I'm heading to Bright Island to pick up the toxin." "Then I find a transmitter on my boat." "Right." "I destroy the transmitter..." "Load the toxin..." "And head nor-east, around the storm to territorial waters where we can't touch him." "This is the 'Pacific Mariner'" "Can we reach him first?" "Yeah, but we're going through the storm." "Nav, plot our course to here." "Try and make good 18 knots." "Already on it, sir." "I think we might just do it." "Or sink trying." "Sometimes you have to roll the dice, X." "Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "We've determined the position of the target vessel and will pursue it at our highest possible speed through the eye of the storm." "This is it, team." "This is what we train for." "A great many lives are at stake." "People are relying on us." "I do not intend to let them down." "That is all." "You got those intercept points for me, Nav?" "This speed made good, sir." "We should beat the 'Pacific Mariner' there by 15 to 20 minutes." "Roger." "You can't be certain that's where he's headed." "Not without radar and aerial recon." "I know where he's headed." "We've just gotta get there in time." "You better get down to the wardroom." "There's gonna be a lot more of this." "Hold on." "Hang in there, Paddy." "Ooh!" "Sorry." "Oh, I don't know how you keep your feet." "It's OK" " I took my fair share of tumbles when I first started too." "Right, I..." "Oh, sorry." "That's OK." "We're making good speed, sir." "Probably just as well it is the old girl's last job." "Sir, I was on the line to NAVCOM." "They were saying they can't get any surveillance planes up, then we lost contact." "I think it was our end." "Everything's down, even the radar." "Oh." "I'll take a look, sir." "Nav?" "Swain, bridge!" "Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "It's critical we intercept our target." "Unfortunately, we've lost all communications, including radar, but we're working on it." "In the meantime, here's a little something to inspire us." "SONG:"