"Oh!" "It's beautiful." "It's God's country, X." "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "Congratulations." "You're dead." "Yeah." "You gotta teach me some of that." "This reservists lieutenant is really hot." "If I just zoom in here..." "Nav!" "This guy's got sixpacks all over him." "He's cute, huh?" "Nav, come on." "He's hot." "Lieutenant Bailey's here to get up to speed on the new navigation system." "Cute and hot don't come into it." "Sir, we've got what looks like an island trader coming around the headland." "He's travelling at a fair clip this close to shore." "Radio them we've got swimmers in the water, RO." "RO:" "Yes, sir." "Vessel on my starboard bow, this is Australian warship." "We have swimmers in the water." "Steer hard to starboard." "Over." "(HONKS SHIP'S HORN)" "XO:" "Trying to get us back." "Come on, I wanna show you this." "Spider." "Again, RO." "Vessel on my starboard bow, this is Australian warship." "We have swimmers in the water." "Respond." "Over." "Five short blasts, Charge." "Aye, sir." "(HONKS HORN REPEATEDLY)" "That's old-school." "Hey, guys, it's not stopping." "Get out of the water." "Guys, get out of the water!" "Spider!" "Spider, move!" "Spider, it's not stopping." "Get out!" "Spider!" "Get out of the water!" "Spider!" "(GASPS)" "Spider!" "Spider!" "Spider!" "Oh, my God!" "Get a RHIB." "(SPIDER PANTS)" "(PANTS)" "You alright?" "Yeah, I'm alright." "I'm OK." "It's just my leg." "OK." "Give us a look." "Oh." "OK, she's pretty deep." "Get the RHIBS in here." "Just... just relax, mate." "SWAIN:" "You're right." "Idiots." "The name of the vessel's the 'Flamingo Bay', sir." "NAV: 'Flamingo Bay', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "You should stop or heave to." "We intend to board you." "SWAIN:" "Right, so we've washed it with soapy water." "We can now rinse it with fresh water." "It's fine, Swain." "I probably just scraped it on a rock or something." "You could have some coral in there." "It can be serious." "Better to be safe than sorry." "Oh, that is real good, Bomber." "You could do that for a living." "Is it stinging?" "Yeah, a bit." "Good." "Alright, now some isopropyl alcohol." "Uh, we're out of isopropyl alcohol." "So if we're out of isopropyl alcohol, we would use?" "Vinegar from the galley." "Vinegar." "That's right, yes." "It's stinging so you're gonna put vinegar on it?" "That's right." "They're not getting the message, Nav." "'Flamingo Bay', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "You should stop or heave to." "We intend to board you." "Ow!" "(LAUGHS) Jeez!" "Don't be such a big girl." "There's no-one on deck, boss." "Call boarding stations, Nav." "Buff, take Lieutenant Bailey with you." "Good experience for him." "NAV:" "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "BUFFER:" "Aye, sir." "Hands to boarding stations." "NAV:" "Assume damage control state three." "Condition - voyage." "Now, we'll flush that out with a bit of diluted hydrogen peroxide." "Is there some reason you're making Bomber do all this?" "It's good training." "Or are you just scared to touch my leg, Swaino?" "It's a very nice leg, Spider, but I don't wanna touch it." "(GROANS)" "Besides, it's much more fun watching you go through it." "And, finally, the antiseptic ointment." "That stuff really stings." "Oh, yeah." "With pleasure." "XO:" "Buffer, wheelhouse with me." "2 Dads, Cliff, you do a sweep of the lower decks." "Roger." "Guns at the ready and watch your backs." "No, she's on autopilot." "In these waters?" "Must be insane." "Or maybe they're asleep." "Clear." "According to this, they're supposed to be headed for Timor." "Alright, let's keep searching." "Clear." "Clear." "Clear." "Clear." "Anybody home?" "The stove's warm." "Yeah, X. There's no-one down here." "Sir, there is no-one on board." "No-one?" "I don't know what's going on, boss, but there is no-one here." "We've searched the ship from stem to stern." "We've done an inventory of the life vests and the life rafts." "And there is only one life vest missing." "Over." "OK, X. 2 Dads and Cliff can stay aboard." "You and Buffer come back to 'Hammersley'." "And bring the ship's log book." "Over." "Copy that." "2 Dads." "You get the log book." "Last entry this morning." "Signed off "Nathan Talbot, Captain"." "If they willingly abandoned ship, boss, they would have taken their log book with them." "With only one life jacket missing, the entire crew didn't willingly abandon ship." "Two days ago, they depart Townsville." "The next day, they find a stowaway on board." "They're heading for Timor, so they set him to work until they get back to Australia." "Does the stowaway have a name?" "Not recorded here." "Did they report it to the authorities, boss?" "If they did, again, no record." "With the crew and the stowaway, we have five people missing." "Give these names to NAVCOM." "See if they can check with the families." "Someone might have made contact." "In the meantime, X, you and Buffer join the steaming party." "Head for Cairns." "Yes, sir." "Meanwhile, we'll search for the crew overboard." "XO:" "Thanks." "Aren't you gonna offer me a hand?" "Too big and too ugly." "So, what's an ambitious officer like you doing on a crate like this?" "Who says I'm ambitious?" "Well, you did make a name for yourself." "You were the golden girl at ADFA." "Oh, come on." "No, seriously." "You were the one we all had to live up to." "Oh." "You don't remember me, do you?" "I was two years behind you." "(GRUNTS)" "Oh, you were the bench-press guy." "(LAUGHS) Yeah, that's me alright." "Bench-Press Bailey." "Often challenged, never beaten." "Because, Lieutenant Bailey, I never challenged you." "Call me Cliff." "Kate." "You did OK at ADFA?" "Yeah, not bad." "So why a reservist and not full-time?" "Spoken like a lifer." "Well, if a thing's worth doing, it's worth..." "Exactly." "And my real passion turned out to be the martial arts." "You see, the further I got into it, the more time it needed." "I've got my own dojo now." "'Dojo', as in?" "Training hall." "Uh-huh." "Hey, um, next time you're in port, you should come visit." "First lesson's on the house." "I might take you up on that." "The 'Flamingo Bay's stove was still warm." "They couldn't have been overboard all that long." "We'll keep searching." "How you feeling, Spider?" "Feeling great, boss." "Well, that's pretty good for someone who's just been run over by a ship." "No, it was just a scratch." "I'm OK." "Glad to hear it." "Something on the thermal, sir." "NAV:" "Got a sighting at green 2-0." "Looks like a life jacket." "Away sea boat." "Away sea boat." "Stand by to recover." "OK, he's alive." "Let's get him back to 'Hammersley'." "SWAIN:" "OK." "Pupils are equal and reactive." "We need to get some fluids into him." "Can you organise a drip?" "Sure thing." "Anything, Nav?" "No, nothing, boss." "The ID we found on him says his name's David Corran." "But still unconscious, so still no idea what happened on 'Flamingo Bay'." "Fair enough." "Charge?" "There is nothing here, sir." "Righto, that's it." "Signal NAVCOM." "No sign of the remaining crew members." "We're abandoning the search and following 'Flamingo Bay' back to port." "Get us a bearing, Nav." "Spider?" "Swain?" "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "He's running a high fever, boss." "Alright, get him below." "Come on, mate." "Keep me informed, Swaino." "Yes, sir." "Nav, take the helm." "MAN ON RADIO:" "Mayday, mayday, mayday." "This is the yacht 'Esperance'." "Any vessel in the vicinity of Curlew Island, we have lost sails and power and are drifting towards rocks." "Mayday, mayday, mayday." "Respond, sir?" "No, give it a few seconds." "With any luck, someone closer will pick it up." "MAN ON RADIO:" "Mayday, mayday, mayday." "This is the yacht 'Esperance'." "Any vessel in the vicinity of Curlew Island, we have lost sails and power." "Mayday, mayday, mayday." "Yacht 'Esperance', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "We can be with you in..." "Three hours." "Three hours." "Over." "Set a course for Curlew Island, Nav." "Yes, sir." "'Hammersley' to 'Flamingo Bay'." "We're responding to a mayday call." "Please proceed to Cairns." "We'll catch you up." "Over." "Uh, copy that, 'Hammersley'." "Have a good night." "Out." "Another amateur in trouble?" "Obligation to render assistance." "How are you going with that?" "Yeah, it's, uh, nice to be back to paper charts again." "You don't like the new navigational system on the 'Hammersley'?" "Well, the Nav's been getting me up to speed." "But the day that computer goes down, give me good old-fashioned paper any day." "The, uh... the martial arts thing - how did you get into that?" "I took it up for fitness and got hooked, went to Japan." "Oh, the Shaolin Temple?" "That's China." "I know." "I was just testing." "There you go." "That's good." "Done." "Great." "So, want your first free lesson now?" "Oh..." "Yeah, sure." "Oh." "Now, you're in a dark alley." "Yeah." "And I'm coming for you." "Wait." "Can I use my handgun?" "Uh..." "No." "OK, break." "Sorry." "Right, now, you do it to me, and I'll show you what to do in slow motion." "If this ends up on Facebook, I will never speak to you again." "Alright." "OK, now, the first thing." "You're gonna tuck the chin nice and tight." "You're gonna peel this top hand off." "Yep." "You're gonna drive your heel, drop it down into the instep." "Make space with your hips." "Now, your hand's gonna strike into the groin area." "Vital point for a male." "That, in turn, will give you some space." "Step out, use the forearm, driving them back, knocking them off-balance." "Thanks for the lesson." "Let's go eat." "So we couldn't just eat the rat packs the way they are?" "They're called rat packs for a very good reason." "How much?" "Oh, half a teaspoon." "They need transforming into food at the hands of a master." "If you do say so yourself." "(RADIO CRACKLES)" "Hmm." "Not bad." "So, what do you think?" "Well, there's only so much you can do with spam." "Buff?" "You're the master chef." "OK, once we've eaten, uh," "Cliff, I'll get you to relieve 2 Dads at the helm and take the guts watch." "Mm-hm." "I'll relieve you at 0400 hours." "And then we'll work it out from there." "Yeah?" "(CLANGING AND BUMPING)" "Found the problem." "Must've been badly stowed, got loose and fell through the hatch." "Mystery solved." "Time I was at the helm." "I'll take my scran." "2 DADS ON RADIO:" "What's going on, Buff?" "BUFFER:" "It's just a rubbish tin bouncing around, 2 Dads." "I hadn't finished that." "2 DADS:" "Well, my watch is over and I'm starving to death up here." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Lieutenant Bailey will be up there in a minute." "You want some of that?" "Yeah, I'll have some." "X." "The radio's been ripped out." "Clear." "So, what, the radio was ripped out?" "Yes." "Who would have taken it?" "How the hell would I know?" "What do you think happened to the crew?" "I don't know." "(DOOR CLUNKS THEN CREAKS)" "(REVERBERANT BANGING)" "BUFFER:" "Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "XO:" "Whoa!" "Are you right?" "It's all clear above decks." "Yeah, all clear below decks." "They gone to hell." "Mate, it's OK." "You're right." "You're safe now, mate." "The axe!" "Oh, the axe!" "The axe." "Mate, it's fine." "He killed everybody." "So much blood." "Mate, it's alright." "'Flamingo Bay'." "It's..." "It's gone to hell." "(WEAKLY) Bomber!" "Swain!" "What is it?" "Mate, he's bad." "He's real bad." "He's been trying to tell me something about the, um..." "the 'Flamingo Bay' and..." "OK." "Alright." "Come on." "Just take a seat here, mate." "You right?" "He was saying something, Swaino, about..." "Just relax." "Um..." "Spider, you're... you're delirious from the fever, OK, mate?" "The people..." "I'm just gonna get something to get the temperature down, alright?" "Yeah." "I'll be back in a minute." "Yacht 'Esperance', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Respond." "(RADIO STATIC)" "Yacht 'Esperance', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Respond, please." "I..." "I've got nothing on radar." "Nothing on the EOD." "You've been watching me, haven't you?" "If you think that I'm gonna spend the night with you tonight... (CHUCKLES) Come here." "Hello." "Hey." "(CAT MEWS) Hey, Buffer." "It's OK." "Shhh." "I found our food thief." "Hey, it's OK." "Ask him what he did with the radio." "I'm looking, sir, and... nothing here." "It doesn't make sense." "If he'd run up on the rocks, we'd at least see something, even if it was just debris." "Could be a hoax." "'Flamingo Bay', this is 'Hammersley'." "Over." "(RADIO STATIC)" "X, we're not receiving you, but if you hear this, the mayday looks like a false alarm." "There is no boat in trouble." "We're abandoning the search and heading south to rejoin you." "'Hammersley' out." "Morning." "Change watch." "Hey, Cliff." "Cliff?" "No martial arts." "It's too early." "Why'd you kill the engines?" "Lieutenant Bailey." "He's missing." "The autopilot's on and we are 180 degrees off-course." "What, are you saying he turned the boat around?" "I don't think he'd do that." "The radio, it's smashed." "And there's that." "And, Buffer, I found his tags." "There's gotta be somebody else on the boat." "Lieutenant Bailey, do you copy?" "No, I've tried him." "I've tried him." "He's not responding." "Lieutenant Bailey, do you copy?" "Over." "We've got company?" "I don't know." "'Hammersley', this is the 'Flamingo Bay'." "Do you copy?" "We've searched everywhere." "I know that." "Look, they're not responding." "It's a line of sight." "Sometimes you can fluke a bounce, X." "'Hammersley', this is the 'Flamingo Bay'." "Do you copy?" "Over." "OK." "We are gonna find Lieutenant Bailey." "We will search for him." "We will start up here and then we'll go below decks, together." "(GUN CLICKS)" "Yep, OK." "OK." "BUFFER:" "Engine room, X?" "Yep." "Now, you watch his back." "Yes, ma'am." "(MUTTERS)" "His glands are swelling up." "I hope it wasn't what I did." "No, it only takes a speck of coral, Bomber." "(QUIETLY) Spider." "(SPIDER PANTS)" "Hey." "Mate?" "Mate?" "Bomber, he's gone." "What?" "He's dead." "But he was breathing a moment ago." "Well, he's not breathing anymore." "Well..." "Try resuscitation." "You go on air." "I'll do compressions." "One, two, three..." "Clear." "Space is clear, X." "26, 27, 28, 29, 30." "Oh, come on." "OK." "That'll do." "Why did he die?" "Cardiac arrest." "Can you go and tell the CO what's happened?" "I'll get onto Fleet Medical." "What, about Spider as well?" "Yes, about Spider as well." "OK." "(FEVERISHLY) He's gone to hell." "2 Dads." "OK." "We've gotta get this ship back on course." "(PUSHES BUTTONS)" "Right, I want you guys to keep looking for Lieutenant Bailey." "Go." "X, there's no place we haven't looked." "Well, unless he went overboard, he is still on this ship." "So is the person who..." "So we are just going to keep searching until we find something." "What, am I in a cone of silence or something?" "X, with all due respect," "Lieutenant Bailey was watch-keeping in this wheelhouse, and now the only trace of him is that blood spray." "Will it make you feel better if I lock myself in?" "OK." "Wedge this under this door." "We'll see if that works." "(GUN CLICKS)" "Still no radar contact?" "'Flamingo Bay', this is 'Hammersley'." "Over." "(RADIO STATIC)" "'Flamingo Bay', this is 'Hammersley'." "Please respond." "Over." "'Flamingo Bay' has four well-trained personnel on board." "She can't have just disappeared." "But if she'd maintained her course, she'd be here now." "But it could be an engine failure, compass gone haywire, anything." "Whatever it is, we now have four personnel who are officially missing." "Sir, NAVCOM are puzzled by the reference to a Captain Nathan Talbot." "The skipper's John Larsen." "No Nathan Talbot listed as crew?" "No-one by that name is listed as being on board." "Nav." "The 'Flamingo Bay's last course and speed says she should be here." "Yeah." "So we need a search pattern expanding from this point." "Yes, sir." "Ship's yours." "On the bridge!" "Navigator has the ship." "SWAIN:" "Sir, his pulse is racing." "Spider." "Spider." "No, he's all over the place." "(SPIDER PANTS)" "A vibrio infection?" "BOMBER:" "Hey." "Yes, sir." "Got to start him on some antibiotics." "And a vibrio infection is?" "It's more common in a marine environment than on land." "Come on, Swain." "Out with it." "I need information to base decisions on." "Let me just, um, get the antibiotics started." "I'll speak to you outside." "Just... just make sure he swallows them, OK?" "OK." "Sorry, sir, I just don't know how much he's taking in." "Is it that bad?" "Vibrio infection can be life-threatening, yeah." "Listen, the 'Flamingo Bay' has vanished." "She was steaming to Cairns." "How the hell do you lose..." "We don't know." "We're searching for her, but I need to know if I should break off the search and head straight to Cairns to get him into hospital." "Fleet Medical think it sounds like the infection has developed into full coral poisoning, which is basically like septicaemia." "Which can kill you." "Meanwhile, we're beating around out here looking for the steaming party." "Sir, there's no plane available to overfly the area." "Thanks, RO." "NAVCOM advises that the nearest navy asset available to take over the search is 12 hours steaming away." "Roger." "Nav, set a course for Cairns." "Spider's coral poisoning's gone critical." "He needs to be in a hospital." "RO:" "Sir." "Yes, sir." "You need to take a look at this." "NAVCOM have just confirmed that Nathan Talbot is definitely not the captain." "He's escaped from a maximum security psychiatric institution." "He murdered five people." "Taken at random." "And now he's on the 'Flamingo Bay'." "What?" "That freezer door." "Last time we searched, I bolted it shut." "It's the missing VHF." "I can't see anything." "(CLUNK!" ")" "Oh, shit!" "What?" "X, this is 2 Dads and Buffer." "Come in, please." "X, this is 2 Dads and Buffer." "Come in, please." "Over." "It's no use." "With these doors shut, there's no signal." "(THUMPS DOOR)" "Shoot our way out, Buff?" "Don't be stupid." "It's metal." "Buffer, 2 Dads, please respond." "Buffer, 2 Dads, where are you?" "(BUFFER FORCES DOOR)" "(FORCES DOOR)" "Shh." "Shh, shh, shh, shh." "Someone's cranked up the cold air." "Buffer, 2 Dads, where are you?" "Buffer, 2 Dads, where the hell are you?" "Buffer?" "(CAT MEWS) (XO PANTS)" "(SHIVERS)" "Think." "There's gotta be something here we can use." "It's no use, Buffer." "We're still breathing, aren't we?" "Now get up and help." "That's an order!" "What are we supposed to do, Buff?" "Jimmy the door with a leg of pork?" "If you don't get up and help, then I'll jimmy the door with your head!" "Now, get up and help!" "OK." "OK!" "(THUMPS DOOR)" "OK, we're gonna take these boxes." "We're gonna stack them in front of these fans and this vent, OK, and it's gonna take some of the chill out." "Right?" "Give us a hand." "I'm feeling warmer already, Buff." "(PANTS FEVERISHLY) SWAIN:" "Spider!" "Spider." "Spider." "It's OK, mate." "It's OK." "Spider." "It's OK." "Hey, hey." "OK." "It's working." "His temperature's coming down." "(SIGHS) Spider, you're gonna be fine." "Your temperature's breaking." "(MUMBLES)" "Swain..." "Swain..." "Swain!" "Here." "Sit up, Spider." "Swain." "(FEVERISHLY) He's going to hell." "Where is he?" "He told me, Swain..." "The 'Flamingo Bay', he told me." "That guy, he told me, they killed everybody." "OK, slow down, mate." "Yeah." "The 'Flamingo Bay'." "Peekabooo!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "You stop or I'll shoot!" "Uh!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "(GASPS) C-C-Cliff?" "Cliff." "No!" "Oh, my God!" "No!" "NO!" "(SHUFFLING AND FOOTSTEPS)" "Come on." "Fastened." "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "(GRUNTS)" "(GRUNTS) Arggh!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "(GRUNTS)" "Come on." "Come on." "(PANTS)" "Buffer, 2 Dads, do you copy?" "Buffer, 2 Dads, do you copy?" "Do you copy?" "Can't feel my hands." "Freezing." "Feels like it's getting warmer, though." "Try to touch your little finger with your thumb." "I can't." "That warmth you're feeling - that's the bad news." "Never never felt it before, but the instructor at school said we could be going into hypothermia." "Snow." "I did cross-country skiing." "And they... they warned us." "We're gonna die here, Buff." "No, we're not." "Radar contact." "Got it on EOD." "Zooming in." "That looks like the 'Flamingo Bay'." "Coming in from the north-west." "MIKE ON RADIO:" "'Flamingo Bay', this is 'Hammersley'." "Where the hell have you been?" "Over." "'Hammersley'." "'Hammersley', this is Flamingo Bay, receiving." "Send a boarding party at the rush." "Make sure they're well-armed." "Arggh!" "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "No!" "(GRUNTS)" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Arggh!" "(GROWLS)" "(CHOKES)" "Milo!" "(GRUNTS AND GROWLS)" "Arggh!" "(GRUNTS) Arggh!" "Stay off my boat!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "(GROANS)" "Swain!" "You right?" "Buffer and 2 Dads are missing." "You have to help me find them." "Alright." "Alright." "Buff?" "2 Dads?" "Buffer!" "(WEAKLY) X!" "X!" "Swain!" "X!" "(BANGS ON DOOR)" "Go above decks." "2 Dads!" "(MUFFLED) X!" "(THUMPS)" "Ma'am." "XO:" "This way." "We need help!" "Oh, my God!" "Down here!" "Alright." "OK." "Come on, mate." "Get up." "XO:" "Get him up." "Help me with him." "SWAIN:" "Feet up." "Pick your feet up." "(GRUNTS)" "OK." "OK." "Hey, Buff, you stay with me." "Hear me?" "Look at me." "Look at me." "What do we do?" "Right, let's get them back to the ship." "And we need a body bag for Lieutenant Bailey." "SWAIN:" "Come on." "Let's go." "You OK?" "Let's get you back to the ship, ma'am." "I hate to leave him alone." "I'll send a RHIB back for him." "Mm-hm." "Spider." "Bomb." "Hey, Bomber." "Never do that to me again." "I was, uh..." "I was pretty out of it, yeah?" "Pretty out of it?" "Yeah." "You're almost normal now, so..." "Almost normal?" "Normal, temperature-wise." "As for the rest of you, no comment." "Spider." "I thought you were dead." "You'd care." "I don't know, a bit." "Not much." "How's it going out there, Swain?" "SWAIN:" "No sign of anything yet, sir." "Roger." "Anything on EOD, Nav?" "Nothing, boss." "Yeah, when he went over the side, he just disappeared." "Best thing for him." "Are you OK?" "Thawing out." "They Lieutenant Bailey's?" "Yeah." "You OK, XO?" "You know he saved my life?" "He taught me some things that honestly saved my life." "I found them on the wheelhouse floor." "I'm..." "I'm just gonna put them back with his personal effects." "SWAIN:" "Boss, we got a body in the water." "We're approaching it now." "MIKE:" "Good work, Swain." "Boss, it's Lieutenant Bailey!" "What do you mean it's Lieutenant Bailey?" "Uh!" "(CHOKES)" "(GAGS)" "It's OK." "It's OK." "(PANTS)" "It's OK."