"NAV:" "Sea state...sea state five -- four-and-a-half-metre swell." "Pushing into a 53-knot headwind, sir." "Can you give us any more revs, Charge?" "Oh, sir, I'm at the top of the green." "I can't give her any more." "XO:" "Through the worst of it." "Another hour, and we should be out the other side." "Yeah." "That's if it doesn't suck us back in." "RO:" "Sir, we've got a mayday!" "MAN OVER RADIO:" "Mayday, mayday." "This is 'Robsenn 1', in need of assistance." "Over." "That's Matt and Simone Robsenn's boat." "RO: 'Robsenn 1 ', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Can you repeat those coordinates?" "Over." "We're approximately 10 degrees, 40 south, 1-3-1-10 east." "Over." "They're 80 miles to the north, right near the eye of the storm." "Any other assets better placed, RO?" "Sir, it's just us." "'Glenelg' beat the storm back into port." "The 'Childers' is 150 miles south-west." "And, of course, Coastwatch is grounded." "OK, inform 'Robsenn 1 ' we're on our way." "Sir." "Nav, bring us round." "RO: 'Robsenn 1 ', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "We're 80 miles south of your position." "RO, tell them to head to the lee of Barkly Island." "Make your way to the lee of Barkly Island." "Steering 3-5-5." "RO: 'Robsenn 1 ', this is 'Hammersley', calling you on VHF channel 1-6." "Over." "'Robsenn 1 ', this is 'Hammersley', calling you on VHF channel 1-6." "Over." "'Robsenn 1 ', this is 'Hammersley', calling you on VHF channel..." "Why don't you get some sleep, Nav?" "Oh, it's been a long night for everyone, sir." "Longer for you -- you've been on since first watch." "What are the Robsenns doing in the middle of the Arafura?" "Diving for coral, I imagine." "Yeah, but the coroner's due to give his finding into ET's death." "I would've thought they'd be in port for that." "Sir, Coastwatch have found wreckage in the water." "Roger." "Sir, I have a visual, right ahead." "Lone swimmer in the water, 1,000 yards." "Slow ahead, both engines." "Aye, ma'am." "Slow ahead, both engines." "Hear there?" "Captain speaking." "We've spotted a man in the water." "Stand by to recover by swimmer." "Heave in on the recovery line." "Avast!" "Any sign of Simone?" "No." "Walk back on the recovery line." "Spider!" "BUFFER:" "Get him inboard!" "Down." "Got him?" "Lieutenant Geoff Kershaw." "Ex-Royal Australian Navy." "(CHUCKLES) Permission to come aboard, sir?" "Yeah, roger that." "You're very lucky, Mr Kershaw." "Uh, please, call me Geoff." "And you're ex-navy, you said?" "Yeah, navigator, on 'Norman'." "Oh, the old minehunters?" "(CHUCKLES) Yeah." "I swallowed the anchor back in 2001 and running a small export business out of Cairns ever since." "Where were you heading when the storm hit?" "On the way back from Dili." "I hope you're insured." "So do I." "Is there anyone we can contact for you in Cairns?" "Let 'em know you're OK?" "Nah, nah." "I'm solo on that front." "Righto." "Bit like you, Captain Flynn -- married to the RAN." "Like me?" "Yeah." "Mighty Mike Flynn." "I went through ADFA a couple of intakes after this bloke." "You left quite an impression there." "(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)" "Excuse me." "Uh, Coastwatch have spotted the Robsenns' vessel." "They made it to the lee of Barkly Island." "But they're not responding to calls." "Thanks." "Uh, Geoff Kershaw." "Lieutenant Kate McGregor, our XO." "Good to meet you." "Pleasure." "MIKE:" "Looks like you might be riding along with us." "We've got a mayday to respond to." "No worries." "Gimme a chance to see how these Armidales compare to the old Fremantle." "No comparison, mate." "Chalk and cheese." "XO:" "Looks intact." "I still can't raise anyone on VHF." "Take a boarding party, check her out." "Yes, sir." "XO:" "Hello?" "Is anybody there?" "BUFFER:" "Hello?" "BUFFER:" "Hello?" "Hello?" "XO: 2 Dads, you go forward." "Spider, flybridge." "Hello?" "BUFFER:" "Australian Navy!" "Hello?" "Buffer, anything?" "Ghost ship, X." "Buff... 2 Dads?" "Yeah, she looks pretty shipshape, ma'am." "Uh, Captain?" "X. MIKE OVER RADIO:" "Go ahead, X." "Sir, 'Robsenn 1 ' appears to have been abandoned, but she's undamaged." "Over." "What about her anchor?" "Anchor?" "Anchor's been let go, ma'am." "It's been let go, sir." "OK." "Check the log book out, see if anything's been recorded." "Out." "BUFFER:" "XO!" "Copy that." "What is it?" "Uh, sir, we've just found a sizeable cache of weapons on the flybridge." "Over." "Say again, X?" "BUFFER:" "Yeah, boss, we've got two Steyrs, two MP5s and a spike-guided missile." "I repeat, a spike-guided missile." "XO:" "Sir, this is heavy-duty hardware here." "OK, X, I want you to list the weapons and their serial numbers." "Then post a sentry on the boat and coordinate a search of the island." "The Robsenns may have gone ashore." "I'll send over a second RHIB." "Out." "Copy that." "What would the Robsenns want with all of this?" "A large cache of armaments, sir, just sitting on the deck." "Did you get their serial numbers?" "MIKE:" "Well, my RO's emailing them through to you as we speak." "Matt and Simone Robsenn -- they had some huge coral and aquarium business, and there was some incident with the divers, or...?" "Yes, sir." "Eight divers died, including Josh Holiday, our electronic technician." "It's hard to believe that they'd be involved in weapon smuggling." "(DING!" ")" "Listen, Mike, those serial numbers have started to come through." "I'll check 'em out and get back to you." "Permission to come onto the bridge, sir." "Come on up, Geoff." "And no 'sir' -- just 'Mike'." "Geoff Kershaw, ex-navy." "Chief Engineer Andy Thorpe." "Radio Operator Robert Dixon." "It's Charge, and it's good to have an ex-navy man aboard." "(CHUCKLES)" "XO OVER RADIO:" "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "Sir." "Go ahead, X." "XO:" "Sir, we're currently..." "A female XO, eh?" "Yeah." "And a female navigator, no less." "(LAUGHS) That wouldn't happen in my day." "Least you boys got the cook part right." "Righto, X. Keep me informed." "Out." "You, uh, chasing down some missing civilians?" "Yeah." "All part of the job." "Makes for a varied workplace." "Yeah." "That's the problem about being the CO." "Stuck up on the bridge, giving all the orders, while everyone else gets to have the fun." "(MOANS)" "I'm lucky." "I've got an outstanding crew." "No, I think they're lucky to have a CO of your calibre." "I think they're still talking about this bloke at ADFA." "MIKE:" "Must've been that whoopee cushion" "I put under the admiral's seat at graduation parade." "(CHUCKLES) You didn't hear that." "Anything, 2 Dads?" "2 DADS OVER RADIO:" "Negative, X." "We might push west." "The scrub ahead's pretty inaccessible." "X..." "Something's been dragged through here." "OK, let's spread out." "There's a lot of guns around today, so be alert. (COCKS GUN)" "(MUFFLED MOAN) Buff!" "X!" "(MUFFLED) Over here!" "Yeah, they're both fine, boss." "A little bit dehydrated and obviously shaken up, but otherwise OK." "Right." "Thanks." "You found them?" "Did you get some sleep?" "No, not really." "X. Hey." "You must be the Nav." "Yeah." "Geoff Kershaw." "Nikki Caetano." "Used to share your rank, and the same skill set." "Yeah." "Charge has told me all about you." "Mr and Mrs Robsenn, could you tell us what happened to you after your mayday transmission?" "Oh, I managed to get some shelter near the island." "SIMONE:" "And then we lost the radio." "It was my idea to trek to the top this morning, get a sat phone signal." "And that's when you were attacked?" "This guy held us at gunpoint, tied us up." "And you have no idea who this man was or what those weapons were doing on your vessel?" "The bloke took the keys to our boat." "That's all I know." "It seems he wanted the Robsenns' boat, sir." "Well, I'm..." "I'm guessing to transport all the weapons." "Mike, yeah, we've traced those serial numbers to a large cache of weaponry stolen from an army base in Darwin about six months ago." "What, it's army ordnance?" "Well the Feds have been after a former warrant officer -- a Shane Davis -- in connection with the theft." "He was an army ammunition technician till he was dishonourably discharged." "Wow." "At least we got them back." "Well, not all of them, I'm afraid." "I mean, Davis stole enough to outfit a small army or a rebel group or a terrorist cell." "But, Mike," "I want you to lead this search personally, alright?" "What do we do with the Robsenns?" "They can stay put until this situation's resolved." "We'll keep two sentries on their boat, but with our Typhoon on display, I don't think anyone's gonna try and take it." "I'll pipe the order." "Yep." "Mate, the old Fremantles took three sailors minimum to launch a RHIB." "Now it's a two-finger exercise." "Or thumb." "(CHUCKLES)" "(ALL COCK GUNS)" "Alright, guys, listen up." "If Davis is on this island with his stolen hardware, he's not gonna give it up easily." "What about the Feds, boss?" "Earliest they can get here is tomorrow morning." "I want teams of two." "Swain, with me." "We'll head east." "Sir." "Buffer, with Spider -- take the island's west flank." "What about me, boss?" "Stay with the RHIB." "Davis obviously has transport issues." "I don't wanna give him a leg-up in that department." "Watch your oppo's back." "Let's go." "(COCKS GUN)" "CHARGE:" "So we've got two MTU 16-valve, 2,300-kilowatt diesels driving twin screws through a ZF transmission." "(CHUCKLES)" "That is propelling 2,700 tonnes of steel at 25 knots." "That's impressive." "Yeah, I know." "What's her draught?" "About 2.4 metres." "And range?" "3,000 miles at 12 knots." "That is 25% more than a Fremantle." "(BOTH CHUCKLE)" "Does she give you any trouble?" "If only my ex-girlfriend was as undemanding and as easy on the eye." "(LAUGHS) Hey, Charge, what's this on the screen?" "Oh, that's austere." "It's temporary accommodation." "We use it for foreign fishermen, even as a makeshift hospital." "And over here..." "White and one." "Just white." "Ah, cheers." "Sorry...?" "Nikki." "It's just what we need after the couple of days we've had." "I was actually...surprised to hear that you were out on the water." "I thought that you'd be at the coroner's inquest into the deaths of your crew." "Well, that's exactly where we were heading till this storm hit us." "We did give our evidence last week." "What did you say?" "I mean..." "Sorry." "What do you think happened?" "Well, obviously, we don't know for certain." "As far as I can tell, an accident with the oxygen supply." "Eight divers?" "All eight of them?" "Things can happen pretty fast if the supply's contaminated." "They would've had to ignore safety procedures, though?" "Unfortunately, people cut corners." "Look, we're as confused and frustrated as anyone." "We've lost our colleagues, our friends." "MATT:" "We understand you lost a shipmate too." "Yeah." "He was my fiancé." "Josh Holiday." "We called him ET." "Oh, Nikki, I..." "I had no idea." "He just proposed." "We were gonna get married." "MATT:" "Josh was a great guy." "We both really liked him." "We are so, so sorry." "(BELL RINGS) RO OVER P.A.:" "Nav to the bridge." "Excuse me." "So, save your primary system onto your target." "Press fire." "Typhoon will obliterate it in 50 rounds a minute." "Makes a mockery of the old Bofors." "(CHARGE LAUGHS) Yeah." "MIKE:" "Anything, Buff?" "BUFFER OVER RADIO:" "No, nothing, boss." "We're approaching the island's westernmost point." "MIKE:" "OK, hug the coastline north." "We'll rendezvous on the beach there and reassess." "Yeah, roger that." "Out." "X-ray 8-2?" "Captain." "This is X-ray 8-2." "Go ahead." "We might need some more numbers over here, X, to cover more ground." "Prep a second shore party." "Over." "XO:" "OK, copy that." "BUFFER:" "Sir?" "Buffer." "We're in pursuit of a single subject, heading north-east." "Stand by." "Over." "Copy that." "We're on our way." "(GUNFIRE ECHOES)" "Buffer, I'm hearing gunfire." "It's that way, sir." "BUFFER:" "Sir, the subject is firing on us." "We're on our way." "Buff..." "I think I hit him." "MIKE:" "SITREP, Buffer." "Yeah, boss." "I think the subject's down." "Stand by." "Over." "Careful, Buff." "SPIDER:" "He's not bleeding." "I'm pretty sure I hit him." "BUFFER:" "He's got a vest on, Spider." "Impact must've knocked him out." "(GRUNTS) Get 'em up!" "Uhh!" "All under control, Buffer?" "Yeah, false alarm!" "Kevlar." "Mr Davis!" "We've already found some of the stolen ordnance." "Where's the rest of it?" "BUFFER:" "Answer him!" "(SCOFFS)" "Buffer, you and Swain take him back to the ship." "Spider and I'll look for these weapons." "You OK?" "Yeah, fine." "Let's go." "XO:" "Right, take him up to the wardroom and get him patched up." "Hate to see his big brother." "MATT:" "Uh, Lieutenant?" "XO:" "Yes, Mr Robsenn?" "That's not the man who attacked us." "SPIDER:" "It's just been a while since I've actually shot someone, boss." "You did well, Spider." "It was justifiable self-defence, and your report will reflect that." "Boss..." "Looks like we hit the mother lode." "XO OVER RADIO:" "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "Over." "Go ahead, X." "Sir, the man that Buffer and Swain brought back to the ship, he is not the one who attacked the Robsenns." "There has to be more than one of them on the island." "Over." "I wouldn't!" "(GUN COCKS)" "XO:" "Sir, did you copy that?" "Put it down, Spider." "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "Over." "(RADIO STATIC)" "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "Radio check." "Which one of you is Davis?" "That'd be me, Captain." "Well, the navy and Feds will be all over this island in no time." "Might as well hand yourselves in now, save everyone a lot of trouble." "(LAUGHS) I happen to like trouble." "XO:" "Captain, X. Radio check." "And you boys just uncovered several crates of it." "Captain!" "X. Over." "A problem with the radio?" "RO:" "There's nothing wrong with the radios." "2 Dads just serviced them." "X, he's not talking." "You'd think he was mute." "Tried bamboo under the fingernails?" "Excuse me?" "Well, it is national security." "You know what, RO?" "You are not helping the situation." "Swain, I want you to take Buffer and two others back to the island and set up a search." "We're gonna communicate on our coded frequency." "Yes, ma'am." "RO, you stay on that radio." "I'm gonna inform NAVCOM of the situation." "You obviously can't get these crates off the island." "That's why you needed the Robsenns' boat, right?" "RO OVER RADIO:" "Charlie 8-2, this is Romeo 8-2." "Come in." "You know jack, Charlie 8-2." "Little change of plan is all." "Now, keep moving." "(GRUNTS) Go on!" "Where are we going?" "(LAUGHS) You'll find out when we get there." "Now move." "Yes, I understand that, Lieutenant, but it..." "Thank you." "..doesn't change the fact that the Feds can't get there before tomorrow." "Well, do we have any idea how dangerous this Davis guy is?" "Well, let's just assume he's really dangerous, Kate." "Look, right now, it's in your hands." "You call me if you've got a problem." "Yes, sir." "Lieutenant." "It's Kate, right?" "What is it, Mr Kershaw?" "." "Oh, nothing." "Just the ship's abuzz." "Something's going down." "We have a situation on Barkly Island that we're dealing with." "This Davis guy, he's, um, ex-army, yeah?" "Yeah." "How do you know that?" "Well, sailors talk." "You've been in the navy long enough to know that." "Well, we think that he has taken the CO and a seaman bosun's mate hostage." "Has he?" "Why don't you let me over there?" "What?" "I'm ex-navy." "You know, I'm experienced with weapons, close-quarter combat." "Probably more experienced than anyone you might've sent." "Well, then, you'll know that I can't authorise that." "So don't authorise it." "Just let me go of my own accord." "You're a civilian." "I can't arm you." "I can't let you put yourself in danger." "I can take care of myself." "I'm sure you can." "Flynn hasn't cornered the market on heroism, you know." "In fact, if he's let some ex-brown job get the better of him, then maybe everyone's overrated him." "Including you." "Will you excuse me?" "I have some work to do." "Yes, ma'am." "MIKE:" "Where are you expecting to sell all this stuff?" "East Timor?" "New Guinea?" "Fiji?" "You looking to buy, navy?" "Most of these pieces have serial numbers." "They'll be traced back to you and you'll be held responsible for whatever atrocities they cause." "You're the ones who profit from violence and misery, Captain." "It's because of so-called defence forces like yours that this stuff even exists." "You used to be a part of that defence force, Davis." "Not anymore, mate." "My days as a career soldier are long gone." "Yeah, that's right -- you were dishonourably discharged." "Just shut your gob and keep moving." "(PANTS) I can't." "I gotta stop." "I said, keep moving." "I can't." "Ohh!" "Head to the beach." "Get to the beach." "Go on." "You fall down again and I'll shoot you like a dog." "Now pick it up, girls!" "MIKE:" "One, two, three." "Buff, it's one of ours." "Must be where they found the ordnance." "X?" "Buffer." "Yeah, we're at what we believe is the CO and Spider's last known position." "Found a radio, Spider's Steyr." "No sign of the ordnance." "Over." "OK, Buffer, you split up." "You head to the highest point of the island and take a look around." "Yeah, roger that." "Bomb, with me." "2 Dads, we'll take the high road." "BUFFER:" "Keep your eyes open for anything else the boss may have left behind." "What, this is your transport?" "How far do you think you'll get in that?" "Far enough." "Alright, enough slacking off." "Load her up." "Come on, Spider." "One, two, heave." "(BOTH GRUNT)" "Swain." "Swain." "Cyalume stick." "Let's go." "X, we've spotted the CO and Spider." "They're on the north beach." "They're with two other men, and they appear to have a hovercraft." "Over." "They're loading the guns onto it as we speak, X." "OK, Swain, I am gonna send the second RHIB to the northern beaches to intercept." "OK, Buffer, where are you?" "BUFFER:" "Yeah, X, Bomber and I are making for the RHIB on the beach." "Alright." "Make it quick." "Let's go." "Now what?" "Let's move up the beach a bit." "I'll get this thing started." "Boss, please don't let him do this." "You're not thinking this through." "This'll do." "Get on your knees." "How far do you think you'll get in a hovercraft?" "You'll never outrun our RHIBS and patrol boat." "I said, get on your knees!" "(GRUNTS)" "Listen." "Right now, we're the only assets you've got." "Your boat's on the other side of the island." "By the time they find your bodies, we'll be long gone." "Australian Navy!" "(GRUNTS) (MACHINE GUN FIRES)" "BUFFER:" "Drop your weapon!" "Drop it!" "Ooh!" "2 DADS:" "Australian Navy!" "SWAIN  2 DADS:" "Get out of the vehicle!" "Stop or I'll shoot!" "Stop or I'll shoot!" "No, don't shoot!" "2 DADS:" "X, do not fire on the hovercraft." "It's loaded with explosives." "Right?" "Let's go." "Come on!" "Get us alongside, Stainesy." "The Australian Navy!" "Stop your engines." "I repeat, stop your engines!" "MIKE OVER RADIO:" "Buffer, take the starboard side." "We've got the port side." "Harvey, bring us right up to them." "BUFFER:" "Yeah, boss, we've got the starboard side." "Swaino, clear!" "Davis, stop your vessel." "Stop your vessel!" "Stop your vessel!" "Stop your vessel!" "Stop your vessel!" "MAN:" "We've got a man in the water!" "X, the boss is in the water." "Stop the vessel!" "Stop the vessel!" "Arms up!" "Arms up where we can see 'em!" "XO OVER RADIO:" "Spider, what is going on out there?" "SPIDER:" "X, the boss is in the water!" "BUFFER:" "X, we've got him." "We have the captain." "Repeat, we have the captain." "Give us your hand, boss." "XO OVER RADIO:" "Copy that, Buffer." "See you back on 'Hammersley'." "Over." "BUFFER:" "Good work, boss." "Are you OK?" "Bit soggy, but otherwise fine." "Always a hero, hey?" "Mr Robsenn, do you recognise either of these two men?" "Yeah, that's him." "This one?" "Yeah." "Buffer, you and Charge, secure them both in austere, along with their colleague." "Federal Police will be here in the morning to take you into custody." "Captain?" "Don't suppose we could get our boat back now?" "." "Absolutely." "I'll have 2 Dads and Swain drive you over and remove the armaments from your boat." "You will need to talk to the Federal Police when you get back into port." "Make a formal statement." "Sure." "Thanks for your help." "Pleasure." "Swaino, secure the weapons on the beach with the other crates." "We'll post sentries overnight." "Yep." "Rightio, boss." "Nikki..." "I'll be thinking of you." "Oh." "Thank you." "Good luck at the inquest." "Thanks." "Yes, please, X." "I've set up a sentry roster to guard the ordnance." "You haven't put Spider on it?" "No." "Good." "I think he'd be happy never to see those weapons again." "Geoff Kershaw." "Hmm?" "How well do you know him?" "Never met him before." "Why?" "Well, he seems to know you." "Well, apparently, he went through officer training after me at ADFA." "He's a bit of a strange one -- some of the things he said." "Well, he's off the boat tomorrow." "Get the Feds to drop him back at Cairns." "Meanwhile, I thought we should splice the old mainbrace." "(BELL RINGS) Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "We'll be staying at anchor until the Feds arrive in the morning." "And to reward you for a good day's work, the X has suggested a steel-beach barbecue on the boat deck." "Nice one, X. I know nothing about it." "So, Bomber, that means having that hotplate sizzling." "That's all." "So that includes beer rations, sir?" "You're dreaming, Charge." "Hey, Mike." "I, uh, just wanted to apologise for that crack before." "Sir." "It's Commander Marshall on the line." "MIKE:" "Yes, sir." "Uh, yeah, Davis is in austere with his two partners, and I've secured the armaments on the island with sentries." "Easier than transporting them to the ship." "Alright, fellas." "Buffer." "Pick a card, any card." "Swaino, hungry Buffer." "Ma'am, I just aimed, I just fired." "I got him." "I didn't think about it too much." "OK, Spider, all I'm saying is that if you want to talk about it, I'm here." "Ace of spades." "Yeah!" "Why would I want to talk about it, X?" "Because you shot a man, you goose." "Yeah, most people would feel a little bit uncomfortable about that." "Yeah, but he got back up again." "It's not really the point, Spider." "Did you feel anything?" "Nope." "I was pretty stoked I outshot Buff, though." "Typical guy." "Yes, all bluff." "There's too much testosterone flying around this boat for my liking today." "Roger." "You run a tight ship, Captain." "Almost be sad to leave it." "The Feds will ferry you back tomorrow, let you get back to your life." "Not much of a life." "No boat, no business." "Might as well ride along with you for a bit." "2 DADS:" "Sir?" "Time for a refill." "Pick a card." "Any card." "Not that one." "About time you showed up." "Shut up." "I got waylaid by the mother of all storms." "We've got no boat either." "It's on the bottom of the Arafura." "So how the hell are you planning to shift those guns?" "(GRUNTS) You let me worry about that." "Right?" "You three, you just pretend you're still tied up." "And at midnight, I'll switch those off and come and get you." "Stuff that." "We're going now." "Hey!" "Where are you going?" "Stay here!" "Stay!" "Leave it!" "Do you wanna get outta here?" "Huh?" "Do you want your money?" "You do what I say." "At midnight, you be ready." "(BARKS) (CHUCKLES)" "Hey, Buffer." "You seen Geoff?" "No, sir." "You a little lost?" "Uh, no." "I was, um..." "I was just looking for the head." "Next to my cabin, up here on 1 Deck." "(CHUCKLES) Right." "Thanks." "These Armidales -- I don't know what's where." "Even after Charge's grand tour?" "(CHUCKLES)" "You're pretty proud of this boat, aren't ya?" "Everything you've achieved -- fancy career and all." "You've got your own private kingdom." "There's you sitting up in your big chair, all high and mighty." "(LAUGHS) 20 crew hanging on your every word, obeying your every whim." "Mmm." "Yeah." "Life's pretty damn sweet for someone like you, isn't it, Captain Flynn?" "I think you're getting outta line here, Geoff." "(LAUGHS)" "You know who you remind me of?" "There was this lieutenant commander." "What's his name?" "Ran a navigation course, Watsons Bay, a while back." "He had an affair with one of his students." "She was a pretty little blonde thing." "Mmm." "Totally inappropriate." "Very hush-hush." "Does that, uh, sound familiar to you?" "Ring any bells?" "Wouldn't his superiors just love to find out about that little episode?" "That dirty little affair?" "(LAUGHS) Look, Mike." "It's just a joke." "I don't think so." "(CHUCKLES)" "You've really gotta lighten up, Flynnie." "You really are a bit grumpy." "RO, do me a favour -- get onto NAVCOM and find out what you can about a Lieutenant Geoff Kershaw." "Yes, sir." "He was a navigator on 'Norman', I think." "Sir." "We got an email." "It's regarding the inquest into ET's death." "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Yeah, come in, Nav." "Shut the door." "The coroner delivered his finding today into the deaths of ET and the other divers." "Thought you'd wanna know." "Accidental death?" "Given everything that's happened, I think that's the best outcome for all involved." "Except for ET." "Thank you for letting me know." "So you drew the short straw?" "." "You look a bit bored, mate." "Not much to do, ship being at anchor and all." "Mmm." "Could be worse." "Could've pulled sentry duty on the island." "(CHUCKLES)" "Can't sleep?" "No." "I'd forgotten how much these navy boats creak." "Even state-of-the-art ones like this." "Pick a card." "Any card." "Ace of spades." "(CHUCKLES)" "Alright, how'd you do that?" "(LAUGHS) Hey?" "No, no, no." "Come on." "You sly dog!" "Tell me you didn't buy 52 packs just to get them." "(LAUGHS)" "(CHUCKLES) No." "You actually remind me of a couple of blokes I used to sail with, 2 Dads." "Really?" "Yeah." "How's that?" "Oh, well, you're good at your job." "Damned fine sailor, skilled technician." "But you've got a sense of humour." "(CHUCKLES) You got that right." "Mmm." "(BEEP!" ")" "Long night ahead." "Why don't you go and make yourself a brew?" "." "Maybe even get a little midnight snack." "Hmm?" "I'll keep an eye on the bridge for you if you like." "You're not supposed to leave the bridge unattended." "Ah, don't worry about it." "I'm ex-navy, remember?" "Man, I was practically a CO." "You'd do that for me?" "You'd watch the bridge?" "No worries." "Mate, one sailor to another." "You're a good bloke, Geoff." "(CHUCKLES)" "Wish there was more of your kind on this ship." "I'll be back in five." "(KNOCK AT DOOR) Come in." "What is so important that it can't wait till the morning?" "Uh, well, the CO asked for this information earlier." "But I didn't wanna wake him before I check with you." "He works very hard." "I didn't know how important it was." "(KNOCK AT DOOR)" "Come in." "Uh, sir, sorry to disturb you." "What is it?" "You tasked RO with getting some information on Geoff Kershaw." "Kershaw was RNIN." "He was kicked out?" "Uh-huh." "He failed his officer training course at ADFA, so he got his watchkeeper's ticket, and then he was caught stealing from his shipmates, court-martialled, found guilty and dismissed." "Well, this makes him a liar." "I'm not sure what else it means." "I think he's trouble." "I agree with you there." "What's the plan?" "We go to the island and we get my guns." "My guns!" "Until you pay for them." "Fine!" "Our guns." "Pull that pin!" "(DISTANT CLANK) What was that?" "RHIB crane." "Geoff!" "What the hell's going on?" "!" "XO OVER LOUDSPEAKER:" "Buffer, armed security..." "Come on, let's go!" "Wait there!" "Ahh!" "Ohh!" "Ohh!" "Come on, get up." "Come on." "Pull me in." "Come on!" "(COCKS GUN)" "Let me go!" "Forget him!" "Turn off the engines!" "Turn off your engine now!" "Turn off the engine!" "Boss, you right?" "I'm all good, Buffer." "MARSHALL:" "Good work, everybody." "And thanks to your efforts, a lot of very dangerous weapons won't make it onto the international black market." "Now, we don't know where they were headed, but I guarantee they weren't destined for friendly hands." "But more importantly, the navy has saved the army's bacon yet again." "(ALL CHUCKLE) So well done." "Enjoy your shore leave, guys." "You've earned a good break." "Off you go." "'Hammersley', ho!" "Dismissed." "2 Dads." "Where you off to?" "Uh, shore leave, sir." "Not for you." "You're on watch." "Teach you for leaving your post." "Next time, you won't neglect your duties." "Aye, sir." "Listen, it sounds like this, um, Kershaw and Davis were a couple of disaffected servicemen." "We've found out they had a bit in common." "Like attracts like, I suppose." "Kershaw is a bit bitter and twisted, and he had a bit to say about you." "Really?" "Hmm." "Oh." "Jealousy, Mike -- it's a curse." "Well done." "Poor Charge." "I think he's embarrassed about falling for Geoff's wide-eyed navy-boy charm." "Oh, Geoff sucked the lot of us in." "Not just Charge." "And hopefully 2 Dads won't make the same mistake twice." "Mmm." "So, how do you think he knew?" "." "I don't know." "Maybe he had a mate at Watsons Bay on the navigation course." "Right, so he heard some scurrilous rumours about Mike Flynn and his blonde student?" "We've got nothing to be ashamed about, Kate." "No." "We just wouldn't want that particular piece of information to become public knowledge." "Well, I don't think navy command would care, to be honest." "What's past is past." "I just wouldn't want it to..." "Change the way things are." "Something like that."