"Oh, oh..." "No." "There is no way I will do that ever again." "Ah, you're getting too old, ET." "Oh!" "Who had to pull off the dance floor early, sunshine?" "Yeah, alright, don't remind me." "Too many lemonades?" "Ooh!" "RO!" "Roey!" "God bless Roey!" "Roey!" "Where were you last night?" "What happened?" "!" "You missed a monster." "We hit Gove like a couple of legends." "Yeah, in our own lunchtimes." "And we met some ladies!" "Do you hear there?" "Buffer speaking." "We're gonna do some RHIB training drills with the new RHIBs." "All personnel not on watch, muster at the boat deck." "RO, let's go." "About time you got your feet wet." "Uh, I don't drive the RHIBs so there's not really much point, is there?" "The point is the navy pay you to be prepared." "It's not a request, RO!" "OK, figure eights!" "Now to starboard." "Starboard, RO." "OK, port side." "OK, now, loop in for a boarding." "Watch out, watch out." "Watch your port side there!" "Concentrate, RO!" "Hey, watch out!" "OK, now now, RO..." "RO, starboard side, starboard side!" "Pull that throttle back!" "RO?" "!" "Starboard, starboard!" "RO!" "Hey!" "Get out of the way!" "What the hell were you thinking?" "You nearly rammed us into the boat!" "These new RHIBs can be tricky, sure, but my grandmother could've handled it in those seas." "What happened out there, RO?" "Just following the Buffer's instructions, sir." "That's the one thing you weren't doing." "Alright, how many fingers?" "Oh, I'm not blind." "There are three." "Permission to resume my duties?" "No." "Sit down." "Sir." "I know this is left field, but I've seen a fair bit of drug use in my time." "The signs are all there." "No way." "There's no way." "Alright." "Test him." "You know, a little birdie tells me that you boys painted Gove red last night." "No, no, it was more of a shade of mauve." "I just had a quiet one." "How's that waypoint looking, X?" "Distance to waypoint is 32 miles, sir." "Slightly to starboard." "Coming left to regain." "Port 5, steer 180." "Course set - 180." "Boss." "Drug screen came back positive." "It'll have to go to the lab now for confirmation of the result, but..." "OK." "Thanks, Swain." "Sir." "Sir, there's been a mistake." "Swain must've incorrectly administered the test." "That's unlikely, RO." "Sir, I don't do drugs." "So how do you explain the screening?" "Like I said, there's been a mistake with the test." "What'd you do last night, RO?" "I don't..." "Well, where'd you go?" "I was in Gove, but I just..." "Well, who with?" "Where'd you go?" "What'd you do?" "I mean, was there anyone there from the ship?" "Right, I want you to sleep it off." "Give me your keys." "What about my duties, sir?" "Your assistant can take care of your duties." "Give me your keys." "Sleep it off." "That's an order." "I am inclined to question the results of the drug test." "Well, I followed protocol, ma'am." "The test is accurate." "Everything I know about Robert tells me that he is not a drug user." "With all due respect, how much do you know about him?" "My experience with Robert tells me he's a closed book." "Is that because he's not one of the boys?" "He keeps to himself, sure, but he's also highly strung and more than a little inflexible." "That potentially makes him a prime candidate for this." "OK, debating the issue isn't going to solve anything." "The facts are the facts." "So what's the next step?" "We send the sample to the lab." "If it's confirmed as positive..." "It'll mean his career." "Nietzsche was Swedish." "Friedrich Nietzsche was German." "Swedish." "German." "OK, he was German, but he wished he was Swedish." "My shout!" "My drink was spiked." "That's the only explanation." "I was at a bar in Gove." "There were some backpackers there, a Swedish guy." "He must've put something in my drink." "Why would a Swedish backpacker spike your drink?" "Perhaps to rob me, sir." "Were you robbed?" "Were you hurt in any way?" "Look, Robert, you've got highest security clearance." "You're privy to sensitive, top-secret information." "I don't need to tell you that an RO with a drug problem is untenable." "Now, before you can resume any duties, we're gonna have to test you again, make sure your system's clear." "I thought you, of all people, would've believed me, sir." "This isn't a question of belief, RO." "This is a safety and procedure issue." "Now, as your divisional officer," "Nav will organise another test through Swain." "That's all." "Do you hear there?" "XO speaking." "A yacht in our vicinity has located a body in the water." "We are closing to take custody." "Swimmer of the watch, close up." "Stand by to recover by swimmer, starboard side." "Away, swimmer!" "Swimmer in the water." "Indicating well." "What time did you come upon the body?" "About eight o'clock." "I put a rope around the poor bugger, but he was too heavy for the wife and I to pull on board." "We saw a cabin cruiser off to the east of us." "Tried to radio them for help but they ignored us." "Heave in on the swimmer's line!" "Hand over hand." "Nice and steady, boys." "Avast." "Check away on the recovery line." "Heave in on the recovery line!" "Hand over hand." "Avast!" "It's no drowning, sir." "You didn't happen to hook him with a gaff when you got him on board, did you?" "No way." "A rope is all." "Mr Peterson, the police launch will be here in a few hours." "Sit tight." "Righto." "Alright, nothing more to see." "Two, three, up!" "Good work, boys!" "Nietzsche was Swedish, you know?" "Not quiche again." "Charge, this is real man's quiche - bacon, sausage, barbecue sauce, splash of Tabasco." "Put whiskers on your whiskers." "Or in Spider's case, it may bring on puberty." "I'll have you know I shave every day." "Legs and bikini line don't count, mate." "It'll put hair on your chest, then." "I've got hair on my chest, OK?" "Just like yours." "Good comeback." "Yeah, good comeback yourself." "You got the munchies, mate?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, that means you're a little bit suss." "Hey!" "Oi!" "Break it up!" "Cut it out!" "ET!" "Enough!" "Freak." "Hey, enough." "Hey!" "You can't push me." "Do you hear there?" "XO speaking." "Police vessel alongside awaiting transfer." "Handover's complete, boss." "We're right to go." "Thanks, Swain." "We'll head east." "Take a look for this cruiser Mr Peterson saw." "There's no reports of anyone missing at sea there." "I wouldn't expect there to be." "Do you think this boat the Petersons tried to contact could be involved?" "They didn't respond to their radio calls, did they?" "Jerk." "What was that?" "You heard me." "Getting stuck into RO like that." "He doesn't deserve it." "Oh, come on." "It was a joke." "He overreacted." "He stood up for himself." "You were out of line." "Are you serious?" "He put half a dozen sailors' lives at risk yesterday, yours included, Bomber." "Wait, you..." "You fancy him, don't you?" "Yes!" "I..." "Oh, don't you start." "Uh?" "No." "Alright." "He's claiming his drink was spiked." "How lame is that?" "It does happen." "Right." "Oh, right, ET." "You live in a tin can at sea surrounded by all your mates." "You reckon you know anything about real life?" "OK, I'm sorry." "Don't say sorry to me." "Say it to RO." "I'll apologise to both of you." "It's not a good idea to rub the chef up the wrong way." "I might find a cockroach in my cornflakes." "That's right." "Do you hear there?" "XO speaking." "Hands to FAIDEX stations." "I gotta go." "Man overboard." "Stand by to recover by RHIB." "He's caught in the net, boss." "Sir, we're ready to go." "Thanks, X. Let's go." "You right, buddy?" "You look a bit tangled there." "Is this embarrassing or what?" "Did your net get caught in your prop?" "Yeah, I was trying to rescue my nets and now I need rescuing, eh?" "You can thank your wife for reporting you missing." "Ah, love ya, darling." "Righto, let's cut you loose, sir." "Ah." "Pull over a bit." "Might be a slight case of concussion, sir, but otherwise he's OK." "Just hurt me pride, eh?" "Hardly life-threatening, Captain." "The sea can be cruel, Mr Stevens." "Hey, Maurie." "No 'Mr'" "You know, I've been prawn-trawling here for, what, ooh, 23 years now." "And that's the first time" "I've fouled myself up in my nets like that." "And then this big bloke comes along and cuts them to shreds." "I'm sure your insurance will cover it, sir." "Yeah, whatever, son." "I'll just patch them up." "You're taking a big chance trawling out here on your own." "Have you ever thought about taking on a deckhand?" "Deckhands cost money, love, and I wish I could afford one." "Captain, Charge." "Yeah, go ahead, Charge." "Spider and I have checked the boat over." "She's seaworthy but not in the greatest of shape." "No compass, no electronics, apart from a very old radar system, and practically no safety gear whatsoever." "Yeah." "Captain, copy." "Sir, would you like us to put the trawler under tow?" "No, we haven't got time, X." "We need to get after that cruiser." "Hey, look, Captain, why don't you just chuck me back on the old girl?" "I mean, I lost a lot of time 'cause of all of this." "RO!" "Given your possible concussion," "I think it would be remiss of the navy to wave you goodbye." "X, I want you and RO on Maurie's trawler." "See it to the nearest port." "No, no, no, no." "No passengers, mate." "I'm afraid I insist, Maurie." "I want to see you safely home." "With respect, sir, I'm not the best person for the job." "And I am needed here." "Pull your head in, Leader." "Your assistant can assume your duties." "Get your clobber together." "You're pushing off in 10." "You have sharks, but we have bears - much deadlier." "What do you want?" "I just came to see if you're alright." "What for?" "Hmm?" "I get it." "Come to see the freak." "No, maybe you've come to see the soon-to-be-ex-sailor so you can appreciate how lucky you are to still have a career." "RO, I heard you had your drink spiked." "Who told you that?" "I'm a chef." "I know everything." "Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear." "Now, if you don't mind..." "Look, I had my drink spiked once too." "Couple of years ago, I went to the pub with some friends." "Met a cute guy, bought me a drink." "And next thing I knew, I was in the street." "He was kissing me, trying to push me into the car, and it was like I was in a dream... a nightmare." "I couldn't think." "I couldn't remember how I got there." "My brain was mush." "I had flashbacks for days." "I didn't know what happened to me." "Then my mates were there." "They rescued me." "But if it wasn't for them..." "Dead guy that we brought on board," "I knew him." "Spent the night drinking with him in a Gove pub." "Well, you really should tell the CO." "Well, I can't do that, not till I figure out what I've done." "That's what I was wearing that night." "It's not my blood." "Sir, I don't believe my skills are being best utilised." "I suggest someone like ET would be much better equipped for a job like this." "Try and look at this as a learning opportunity, RO." "What, playing nursemaid to an incompetent fisherman who doesn't have a compass, let alone life jackets?" "Sir, I believe that lesson is "Be prepared. "" "Excuse me, sir, we've just started the process of ferrying the safety equipment and supplies to the trawler." "Right." "On your way, RO." "Is there any particular reason why you're sending me and RO?" "Swain told me about the incident in the galley." "This is a good opportunity to get Robert off the boat." "That makes sense." "But it would make more sense to send Buffer or Swain with him." "I disagree." "Of all the people on the ship, Robert responds to you best." "I want you to get him talking, find out what's going on inside that head of his." "His career's on the line, Kate." "I'm not willing to give up on him just yet." "Good luck, guys." "Happy prawn trawling." "We'll have a navy boat meet you in port tomorrow arvo." "Roger that, Nav." "I hope you catch up with the suspect boat." "Over." "OK, let's get this gear loaded into the wheelhouse." "Hey." "Welcome aboard." "Cheers." "Oh." "Come on, darlin' Let's cough up the gunk." "She sounds like she needs an oil change." "No, there's nothing wrong with her oil." "It's the rest of her that's buggered." "There's no money in this business, love." "Yields are down, cheap imports are cutting me out of the market and the price of diesel's killing me." "So why do you keep doing it?" "Love me prawns." "Love me boat." "Don't care much for the missus." "Any sign of that cabin cruiser, Nav?" "Uh, no, sir, with the diversion to the prawn trawler, they'd be off our radar by now." "Alright." "Let's keep searching to the east." "They did have something to do with the body we pulled on board and I want to find them." "Uh, yes, sir." "Port 5, steer 085." "Revolutions 1600." "Steering 085." "Revolutions 1600."