"Fishing vessel should be in sight by now, sir." "X" " Ray 82, this is Charlie 82." "Over." "Go ahead, Charlie 82." "You should be right on top of them." "There it is, X. Directly ahead." "We just made visual contact." "We're moving in slowly." "We're hoping to surprise them." "Over." "X, we'll take the port side." "Copy that, Buffer." "Keep us over to starboard!" "Mate, I need to speak to your boss now." "Now!" "Charlie 82, this is Bravo 82..." "Mike, we've got 'em in our sights." "It's a full fishing rig." "It's a foreign job, alright?" "They haven't seen us yet." "I say we hit 'em - hit 'em hard now." "X?" "Confirm." "We have them in our sights." "Over." "X, it's up to you." "Command approval to insert." "Call it as you see it." "Over." "Uh, yes, sir." "Buffer, stand by to move in." "Over." "Yeah, standing by, X." "We'll take the channel to starboard." "Nav, what's your take on this Campbell Fulton guy?" "He's a Marine Protection guy, sir." "I know that, but is he a bit of a loose cannon?" "He's a Marine Protection guy, sir." "Enough said." "Bravo 82, this is X-Ray 82." "Let's go." "Move in." "We are the Australian Navy." "Stay where you are." "I repeat - put your weapons down!" "We intend to board you." "This is the Australian Navy." "Put your weapons down!" "Put your weapons down!" "Australian Navy." "Stop your engines and heave to now!" "We are the Australian Navy." "Put your weapons down!" "Stay where you are!" "We intend to board you." "Cut your engines!" "We are the Australian Navy." "Stop your vessel!" "Cut your engines now!" "Look out, ET!" "Whoa, whoa!" "Where's ET?" "ET!" "Where the hell is he?" "Stay where you are!" "OK, cease pursuit of the vessel." "Head over to the other RHIB." "Charlie 82, this is X-Ray 82." "We just had a collision." "The fishing vessel has rammed Bravo 82." "We're heading over to give them assistance now." "Over." "What's the damage, X?" "X, we've got a man overboard." "I repeat, ET is overboard." "ET's overboard?" "X, there's crocs in there." "Find him." "Where is he?" "I don't know where he is." "Ma'am, ma'am, there he is!" "Charlie 82, we've located ET." "He seems to be caught up in the fishing vessel." "Over." "X, what do you mean by "caught up"?" "Uh, sir, he's now climbing on board the fishing vessel." "What the hell's he doing?" "Boarding the vessel on his own?" "Australian Navy." "Drop the weapon, drop the weapon!" "Drop it." "Back of the boat." "Drop the weapon." "Back of the boat, back of the boat." "Back of the boat, back of the boat!" "Up in the quarter, in the quarter." "Back it up." "Let's board!" "In the quarter, in the quarter." "Back it up!" "In the quarter." "What?" "A single-handed take-down?" "ET, you alright?" "Yeah, I'm alright." "Sorry to crash the party." "Hope you're having fun." "Heaps of fun." "ET." "Vessel's all yours, ma'am." "A solo boarding of a foreign fishing vessel is not exactly standard procedure." "Are you OK?" "I'm sorry." "They came straight at me." "Yeah, well, you got lucky." "You up to conducting a search?" "Yes, ma'am." "Spider, Bomber, you stay with the crew." "Yes, ma'am." "Buffer, ET, search the vessel and give Agent..." "What's his name again?" "Uh, Fulton." "...give Agent Fulton from Marine Protection whatever assistance he requires." "Much appreciated, Lieutenant." "ET, do any of them speak English?" "No English speakers as far as I can tell." "Like they're gonna let on to you." "What was that?" "They're not gonna own up to you whether or not they speak the language." "My name's Campbell Fulton." "I'm a Marine Protection Officer." "I'm gonna drop that guy in the drink." "Just give me the word." "... fishing in Australian waters." "Do you understand?" "Charlie 82, this is X-Ray 82." "We've boarded the vessel." "There's no resistance from the crew and we're conducting a search now." "Good work, X. Is ET OK?" "Yes, sir." "He's fine." "Let's not have any more heroics today." "Understood, sir." "I'll let him know." "Oh, Agent Fulton." "Call me Campbell, please." "I'm not big on ceremony." "As you can see, it's a fairly primitive set-up." "Yeah, I wouldn't be risking a dive with this sort of gear." "I feel bad for your crew having to search the boat." "It's pretty rank." "We've dealt with worse situations than this." "I'm sure you have, Lieutenant." "I have nothing but respect for you guys and the work you do." "Thank you." "Excuse me." "I don't know how they do it." "I couldn't do it." "Man, this smell's knocking me out." "It smells 'a-trochus'" "Mate, that joke's 'a-trochus'" "How are you guys going?" "Yeah, great, mate." "Just great." "Oh, they know nothing of hygiene." "It blows my mind." "Shh." "What's that noise?" "Australian Navy." "Oh, oh..." "Get it open, mate." "Oh, oh, oh!" "OK." "Alright, matey, let's get you out of there." "He's crook, mate." "You think he's for real?" "That looks pretty for real." "We need a medic, ET." "Come here, sir." "Here." "Let's go." "Inside?" "Yep." "Swaino?" "Yeah." "Phew!" "Where's the patient?" "We left him in the barrel." "You're kidding." "Well, ET said it was acting like some sort of hyperbolic chamber." "A what?" "'Hyperbaric'" "He's been diving for trochus." "He can't walk, he's in a truckload of pain." "I thought it was some makeshift hyperbaric chamber to cure the bends." "I need to examine the guy - I need him out of the barrel." "Alright, you're the boss." "Hey, Buff, can you find out what the X has found out from the crew?" "Yeah, roger." "Any joy with the crew, X?" "Oh!" "What I need is a card that says," ""Why do you have a man in a barrel?"" "Can't help you there." "They look Japanese to me." "I've tried Japanese, I've tried Indonesian and Malay and I suspect they know exactly what I'm saying, but they're not talking." "I can't get them to communicate at all." "Why don't you have a go?" "Language has never been my strong point, X." "Have a go." "Man in barrel." "Man down there in barrel." "Why?" "Shut up." "Sorry, Buff." "Um, bends." "Bends?" "Ow?" "Um, bends." "Yeah?" "Is that why he's sick?" "Guys, I need to clear the area as soon as we can so I can collect evidence." "Well, you'll have to wait, I'm afraid, mate." "ET, grab the X. We got a situation." "We're just not sure what the problem is." "We don't think it's the bends - not judging by the symptoms." "Swain thinks that it could be a poisoning, although it could be a number of other things." "Sir, the nearest medical facility is Red Reef." "Roger." "X, the nearest medical facility is at least..." "Eight hours away." "... eight hours away." "Swain, medical assistance is eight hours away." "This guy's respiratory system is shutting down now." "Sir, we don't have eight hours." "The patient's respiratory system's shutting down." "Can we find out why?" "Someone must know what happened to him." "They're refusing to communicate with us, sir." "Surely they understand how serious this is." "I am trying to make them aware of that." "Alright, get Swain to prep him." "We'll get him to Red Reef as quick as we can." "Over." "Copy that." "Spider, bring one of the crew below deck, please." "Yes, ma'am." "Uh, sir?" "Please stand up." "Sir, come with me, please." "You, then." "Sir, stand up." "Sir, could you please stand up?" "You come with me, you come below deck." "No, no, no." "Sir, you come below..." "No, no, no!" "Sir!" "Spider, what did..." "What's going on?" "They're just refusing to go below decks." "X, it's Swain." "The barrel guy." "Just leave them." "Forget it." "Swain, they're refusing to come below decks." "It's too late anyway, ma'am." "He's dead." "You OK?" "You alright?" "They don't seem too happy with each other." "Yeah." "Do you blame them?" "One of their crew's just died." "Hey, Spider, want you to stay alert, and if there's any signs of trouble, let me know." "Yes, ma'am." "These guys don't look healthy." "Bomber, can you take a look at these two?" "Sure." "Get Fulton and we'll head back to the 'Hammersley'" "OK." "Sir, I have been trying to get some information, but they just won't communicate." "One of their crewmen is dead." "Don't they understand that?" "Yes, but it's like they just don't wanna know about it." "Guy gets sick and they shove him in the barrel." "Got some pretty impressive nav equipment there, Lieutenant." "Oh, yeah, only the very, very latest." "Does this mean there's no chance of getting lost on a deserted island?" "Absolutely none." "Where's the romance in that?" "Well, I don't think we're here for romance." "Speak for yourself." "Haven't you had enough action for one day?" "No, never." "No, I think I pulled a muscle boarding that FFV." "I was just trying to stretch it out." "Oh, no, I know what you're doing." "Trying to drive me crazy." "Is it working?" "No." "It's having absolutely no effect whatsoever." "Oh, right." "I guess I'm safe just to keep doing it, then." "Just don't blame me if I can't think about anything else." "I won't blame you, but others might." "We were just discussing the situation with the fisheries." "Thank you, Leader." "Ma'am." "He seems like a nice fella." "Yeah, he's a good sailor." "Yeah." "It must be weird," "I mean, being surrounded by guys all the time." "You're not allowed to get involved with any of them." "No, it's not a problem." "I'm not saying it's a problem." "I just reckon it'd be tough." "I mean, in my job, I miss all that interaction, you know, being away for months at a time." "And I don't have the rules you guys have." "Well, those rules are there to protect us." "System works perfectly well." "Yeah, yeah." "Luckily, I'm not inside that system." "So I'm thinking maybe you and I could get together sometime." "I..." "I can't do that." "I'm sorry." "I've gotta get back to work." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Holy..." "Hey, Swaino!" "Yeah?" "Come and check this out." "Chickens." "Dead chickens." "All of 'em, by the looks of things." "What a bloody mess." "Buff, close it up." "Take it easy, mate." "You gotta wash your hands." "What?" "Just wash your hands quickly." "We gotta get off this boat." "Why?" "What are you thinking?" "Dead chickens, mate - not frozen, not stored away for food." "Just a bunch of dead chickens." "How do you think they all died?" "How do you think he died?" "Bird flu, mate." "Come on, let's go." "Oh!" "Yeah." "Nikki, hey." "How's it going?" "Hi, Fulton." "Look, like I said before, I'm really busy." "This is where you live?" "Very nice." "Uh, you think so?" "Well, it's a lot nicer than a boat full of trochus shell." "That is not so nice." "Yes, I'm sure it is." "You studying?" "Yea..." "Uh, I have a mountain of paperwork I have to get through." "Isn't that always the way?" "You guys have to keep records of everything?" "Absolutely." "God, you've got a great mouth." "What?" "You're gorgeous." "Let's be honest." "Thank you." "But before you get too carried away, I'm not interested." "Sure you're not." "Thank you, but no, thank you." "Oh, come on, Nikki." "Don't give me that." "Fulton..." "I can see you're up for it." "You got the whole Mediterranean thing going on." "I love it." "Fulton, leave." "Now." "I love Italian women." "Get out of my cabin or else." "Or else what?" "Or else I'll file a report." "I've asked you to leave twice." "Go." "You wanna talk about filing reports?" "I could file a report about you and your colleague." "What's his name?" "ET." "I could tell Mike Flynn all about that little romance." "There is nothing to tell." "Yeah?" "Then why are you blushing?" "Now, why don't we just chill out and, you know get friendly?" "You really are cute." "OHHH!" "Oh!" "Now get the hell away from me." "That's right, bird flu." "Well, we have one dead man on the fishing vessel already and some of my crew may have been exposed to it." "No, we can't be sure." "In any case, we have to treat this as a worst-case scenario." "Understood, sir." "Stand by to head for home port." "Yes, sir." "X, we'll have to figure out some sort of quarantine procedure." "The fishing crew could be placed on the boat deck for the time being." "Do it." "Any of our crew that have been on that boat, they'll be quarantined as well." "That's me included?" "Yeah." "In austere?" "Yeah." "And Fulton can join you." "He's been all over it." "Yes, sir." "Oh, X, make sure everyone understands how serious this is." "And I mean everyone." "Sir." "We've already had one fatality." "Don't want any more." "Lucky we weren't on that boat." "Yeah, just as well." "Have a look at this." "I'm reading about the bird flu." "As a way of dying, it looks really, really bad." "Is that so?" "Your eyes get infected, then your lungs shut down..." "Your whole system shuts down." "It's like pneumonia, except a lot, lot worse." "RO..." "Oh!" "That is disgusting." "The birds carry the virus in their intestines." "I don't want to know about it, OK?" "You'll be alright." "Just don't go near the rest of the crew." "Spreads really, really..." "RO!" "Can you just give it a rest?" "You alright there, Nav?" "Yeah, sorry." "I'm fine." "I just need a..." "X." "I'm heading to quarantine, Nav." "Uh, yeah." "I have to go into quarantine too." "Why?" "I came into contact with Fulton, the marine fisheries guy." "What sort of contact?" "Just physical contact." "It was an accident, so..." "I don't understand." "Uh... he kissed me." "By accident?" "Uh, no." "On purpose." "That must have been some kiss if you're now worried about the virus." "Yeah, it was." "Um..." "I don't know." "It's just freaking me out, with everything that's happened." "So..." "I didn't know that you were friendly with Fulton." "No, I'm not." "It..." "It just, uh..." "It wasn't something that I invited him to do." "In fact I made it pretty clear that I wasn't interested." "Did he touch you inappropriately?" "Oh..." "Did he put his hands on you?" "If a man puts his hands on you, unasked for, that is sexual assault." "Nav, there is no grey area here." "We are female crew on a navy ship." "No, look, Fulton isn't navy, so..." "Well, he's on our ship." "Look, I don't want people thinking that I can't take care of myself." "Nobody, nobody will think that." "No, they will if I start making sexual assault claims." "This bird flu thing, I might have been exposed to the virus, so I have to deal with that first." "You're right." "Quarantine." "Chances - one in a million." "You weren't even in an enclosed area for that long." "Yeah, unlike some." "Mate, I'd be worried if I were you." "It's part of the job." "If stuff like this bothered me, I'd give up." "Got room for a few more in here?" "You sure?" "What are you..." "I didn't think you were exposed to..." "I'm taking precautions as necessary because of an incident that did occur." "I did come into possible contact." "An in..." "An incident?" "What..." "Circumstances are not important right now." "I've briefed the XO and we both thought that it was best I join you in here." "There's a chance she's been exposed." ""Briefed the XO"?" "That's right." "Anything I need to know about, from a fisheries point of view?" "No, not really." "Not really?" "I told the X how I picked up your jacket by mistake and the possible contamination risks." "Yeah, right." "The only way she could have contracted the virus is through that guy." "What makes you say that?" "Well, look at her." "He's the only one that she's had contact with." "Besides yourself." "Oh, mate, you can count me out." "What, the Nav and him?" "Nuh." "So you haven't incriminated anyone?" "No." "Thank you, X." "Sir." "Looks like there's a storm coming in from the east." "Right." "Right, we'll have to secure the fishing vessel before we can head for home." "Anchor her safely in the estuary." "Uh... sir..." "That boat's contaminated." "Yeah." "Which is why it's doubly important to have it anchored safely." "RO, I'm not asking you to do it." "Get someone from quarantine." "Oh." "Yes, sir." "Quarantine, bridge." "Heading in the wrong direction." "We're heading to the estuary." "That's the brief." "We'll moor..." "Well, I think there's a better place back that way." "Luckily you're not my commanding officer." "Yeah, luckily." "I'd have to bust you for fraternising." "What's that?" "Come on." "I know about you and the navigator." "You could tell by the way you look at each other." "Mate, I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, sure you don't." "Listen, look, I just want to know what she's like." "You are dreaming." "No, no, don't give me that." "You've been there, haven't you?" "You've been there." "I know you have." "I bet she goes off like a frog in a sock." "You want to swim back?" "I'm up for a bit myself." "I want you to go up the back of the boat." "Is that it?" "Sit down and shut up." "Is that all you got?" "Now leave it." "Argh!" "Help!" "Get it off!" "Argh!" "What's up, RO?" "I can't raise ET." "He should have called in for a pick-up a long time ago." "Are you sure the com equipment's OK?" "The com equipment is working fine, sir." "Alright." "Send out a RHIB." "Let's see if we can find them." "Sir." "Yeah, we've found them, boss." "Over." "Buff, this is weird." "There's no sign of them." "We've got to board." "Buff, what about the bird flu?" "Gotta find ET and Fulton." "ET!" "ET?" "ET!" "Where's ET?" "It was an accident, I swear." "What?" "Oh, my God." "ET, are you OK?" "We're gonna get you out of there, mate." "It's gonna be OK, mate." "Charlie 82, this is Bravo 82." "We're in need of immediate assistance." "Over." "Oh." "Stop, stop, stop, stop." "It's my... my leg." "It's cutting into it." "How is it cutting into it?" "I don't know." "Every time the boat moves." "Do you think it's broken, ET?" "We're going to get you out of here as soon as possible." "That'd be good." "He caused this, didn't he?" "Have you tried shifting the barrel, Buffer?" "We can't budge it, boss." "It's wedged on top of a rock." "How much water's coming in?" "Oh, some, but ET's body's acting like a cork." "And what condition is he in, exactly?" "Yeah, he's in a bad way, boss." "He's got this barrel on him, so it's hard to tell, but I suspect broken ribs, maybe broken legs." "We need Swain here now." "He'll be there." "We're coming as fast as we can." "Yeah, roger that." "RO, is there any other vessels in the area to assist?" "NAVCOM advised that the nearest vessel is several hours away." "Ah, course it is." "Sir, you can't help ET without exposing the rest of the crew to a potentially lethal virus." "I'm not leaving here without him." "One, two, three." "Oh!" "Come on." "Lift!" "OK." "No." "Stop." "Stop." "Stop." "Have to try and winch it off him." "Charge." "Sir." "Grab the Tirfor winch." "We'll attach it somewhere on the ship." "Take Spider and Bomber with you." "Yes, sir." "Sir." "Give you a hand." "Look at the water level." "It's coming in pretty quickly." "I was hoping the rising tide would lift us off the rock." "It's not gonna do that if it's coming inside the boat as well." "We'll just get the barrel off him." "Boss, just so you know, this winching idea," "ET said that that rock's cutting into his leg." "OK." "We'll take it slowly." "I want to know how this happened." "Nobody's talking, not Fulton, not ET." "ET, he's in a fair amount of pain, sir." "X, what do you know?" "I believe that, uh the Nav, she may have been assaulted." "Assaulted?" "Who by?" "Fulton." "And that's how she was exposed to the virus." "Well, what happened?" "What are you saying?" "She was raped?" "No, no, not from my understanding of the situation." "But apparently he made unwelcome advances and he touched her inappropriately." "Well, why hasn't she said anything?" "Because she is afraid of the process and the possible ramifications of all of this." "Oh, there'll be ramifications alright." "Look, I want a full report about this." "Yes, sir." "We get ET out safely." "We get back to home port, sort this quarantine situation out and then I'll sit down with Nav." "Yes, sir." "I still don't understand how it happened." "Well, like I told you, he didn't see the rock till we hit." "And what were you doing below decks?" "We heard a noise and went to investigate." "Both of you?" "I've had a complaint made against you, by one of my officers." "Sexual assault." "That's rubbish." "Mate, who am I supposed to have assaulted?" "You tell me." "Oh, Flynn, come on." "How stupid do you think I am?" "Mate, I'm surprised that you would buy that." "I'm offended you even say it to me." "Allegations have been made and will be fully investigated." "Look, it's a misunderstanding." "I don't know what she told you, but I'm on good terms with the lieutenant." "Yeah, you get her up here." "We'll ask her." "I'll be asking her myself, don't worry about that." "And if I find out you've hurt her, or hurt any of my crew..." "Yep." "OK." "We're on." "It's the only winch we've got, boss." "It'll do the job." "All connected here, sir." "Have you got feeling in both legs?" "Um..." "Um..." "My left leg is just..." "It's just..." "It's numb." "I can't..." "I'm stuck, Swain." "We're going to winch this barrel off you, OK?" "Alright?" "Yes." "We're going to be as careful as we can, but we need you to tell us to stop if you have to, alright?" "So, you let us know?" "I reckon I'll let you know, ma'am." "Captain, X. We're ready this end and standing by." "Captain." "Copy." "OK, Charge, start cranking." "Slowly." "That's it, mate." "We can do it." "Let's go." "Take it easy, Charge." "That's it, mate." "You right?" "Yep." "Unbelievable." "That thing is wedged on tight." "Charge, stop cranking." "Alright." "Just hold it in position." "I'm coming down." "Buff, with me." "Spider, take the radio." "Yes, boss." "Sir, take over." "ET, you OK?" "Yes." "This thing must have hit with some impact." "Buffer, tell Charge to go as hard as he can." "Spider, tell Charge to go as hard as he can." "Over." "Roger that, Buff." "Right." "Come here." "Give me a..." "OK." "Alright." "ET, we're gonna lift you out of there." "Let's go." "Ready?" "Lift!" "Heave!" "Come on!" "Wait." "His leg is still stuck in there." "Boss." "Alright, Buffer, get back to the ship." "Grab pumps, blankets, whatever you can find." "We've got to stop this water coming in." "Yes, sir." "ET, just hang in there, mate." "Hold on, alright?" "Yeah." "The last of the blankets coming through now." "Thank you." "You're gonna be OK." "I promise." "The level of the water in there, it's rising a lot faster now." "Sir, those blankets, they're not working." "Can we cut him out?" "I wouldn't want to risk it." "Ma'am, if we compromise this structure any further, this tub'll fill up with water faster than we can get him out." "Charge, get across to 'Hammersley' get some breathing apparatus, bring it back here as soon as possible." "Will do, sir." "There you go, mate." "Should help with the pain." "Where is he?" "Where did he go?" "Where did he go?" "Hey, ET?" "This rock here, it's making things a little bit tricky." "So we're consulting with the CO on how we should proceed, OK?" "Who is?" "Buffer." "ET?" "ET?" "Hey." "Hey!" "Do you know where you are?" "Hey?" "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "I'm OK." "Yeah." "Swain?" "I'm OK." "I got you, mate." "I got you." "ET, you stay with us, OK?" "Stay with us." "Nikki?" "Are you OK?" "Oh, yeah." "Um, not really." "I'm aware that you and ET have feelings for each other." "I don't want to know anything about that because I know nothing would ever happen on the ship." "You are too much of a professional for that to happen." "Thank you." "Now, this is difficult for you." "And, believe me, I feel for you." "But right now you have to keep it together for him." "Yep." "He's in a lot of pain." "And..." "I don't know how much more he can take." "We've gotta get him out of there!" "Nikki, you take a break." "You go up on deck." "You get yourself some fresh air." "OK." "I'm gonna look after him." "I'll watch him." "Come on." "Let's go." "Thank you." "Yeah." "OK." "What did you tell your commander?" "Fulton, now is not the time, OK?" "He says you reported me for sexual assault." "What?" "That was my reaction exactly." "There has gotta be some mistake." "Yeah." "I said something like that too." "You better sort it out." "Hey." "Don't you threaten me." "I'm not the one at fault here." "Listen!" "You report me and I'll tell Flynn about you and your boyfriend, right?" "And I have a very vivid imagination." "You'd do that, wouldn't you?" "With everything that's happened here?" "Absolutely, if I have to." "It's up to you, Nikki." "Fulton?" "If you say one word about me and ET," "I'll have you charged with attempted murder." "What?" "ET told me everything." "You shoved him into that hole." "You caused this whole thing." "So you'd better watch out or I'll make sure you take the blame for this." "You wouldn't have the guts, darling." "Just try me." "Now, stay away from me." "He still conscious?" "He is, but he's lot pretty much all feeling in one leg." "And he's getting delirious." "He's lost a lot of blood, sir." "It's impossible to tell how much." "The tide is still coming in in there." "That's what I figured." "Pretty soon the water's gonna be up over his head." "Charge, give me an ETA on the breathing apparatus, please." "Swain, we need to keep him conscious for the OCCABA to work." "Yes, sir." "But in my opinion, it's highly unlikely he'll maintain consciousness for that long, with the pain and the blood loss." "Sir, the..." "There is one other option we haven't considered." "Yeah." "What is it?" "We could operate - cut him free." "You want to amputate his leg?" "Is that what you're saying?" "Yes, ma'am." "Look, it's a last-resort option." "But you're not seriously thinking of doing it..." "We have to consider it." "I'm not gonna let him drown." "But there must be another way." "I'd like to know what it is." "Swain!" "You have to get in there." "He's not breathing properly." "Let's go." "That water isn't getting any lower." "We need those OCCABA units now." "ET's situation is possibly about to get a whole lot worse." "Why?" "What's going on?" "You?" "You want?" "You want?" "You want to what?" "I..." "I don't know what..." "I don't know what to say." "ET, we're running out of options here." "Swain, I don't..." "I don't want to drown." "I don't want to drown." "You're not gonna drown." "We're not gonna let that happen." "You go home with us, yeah?" "You're coming home with us." "Yeah." "Yeah." "OK." "It'll be OK." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "People get by without..." "People..." "Yep." "Well, I'll always get a car space." "Shh." "Shh." "Swain, this procedure - can you do it?" "I'd have to consult with the FMO, sir, as to how best to go about it." "He's in a pretty bad way." "Make the call." "Get prepped." "Sir." "We're going ahead with this, then?" "It's too late, Nikki." "It's too..." "No, no, no." "There's gotta be a way." "There's just gotta be a way." "It's too late." "It's too late for everything." "It's set up." "Sir." "Nav, out of the way." "Nav?" "Nav?" "Let's go." "Move." "Sir?" "I have an idea." "We haven't got time." "Sir, no, I have an idea." "It's the UA life jackets." "We don't have time." "We'll stuff the internal space with the jackets." "Move out of the way." "That's an order." "Listen to me!" "Listen to me!" "We displace the hull with the jackets and we'll float it off the rock." "When it's clear, we'll pull ET out." "Alright." "It's worth a shot." "Let's move quickly, team - get the life jackets from the ship, and the swimmer's recovery strop." "Let's go." "That's a good idea." "Quickly - once this OCCABA goes on, we've only got 30 minutes." "Move." "It'll be alright." "One up." "Recovery line." "Thank you." "OK." "Got it?" "Hold onto me." "I could murder a beer, Swain." "A beer in a banana lounge." "You stay with me, and I promise we're gonna make it happen, OK?" "That's it." "They're coming." "Come on!" "Here you go." "Let's get you prepped, alright?" "This is for your chin." "Hold it there." "Fast as you can, Bomber." "Yep." "Everything alright?" "Clear?" "You hang in there, mate." "We're gonna get you outta here." "Alright?" "Last three coming." "Alright, guys." "This is it." "Last three." "That's it." "That's the lot, guys." "Swain, remember, three tugs on the line when the hull's free." "Will do, sir." "Right." "That'll do." "Hold her there." "We're all set down below, team." "Well done." "Yeah." "All good, Spide?" "Yeah." "Keep the strain." "This is it." "Yeah, come on!" "It's good." "It's coming!" "Keep it coming." "Head up." "Head up!" "That's it." "He's free." "Get on the front of the line!" "You right?" "You right?" "OK!" "Heave in on the recovery line!" "Get me those RHIBs in here." "Hand over hand." "Here you go, mate." "You're alright." "Right." "Here he comes." "Here he comes." "I can see him." "He's coming up!" "Get him up!" "Come on." "Watch his legs." "Watch his legs." "You're OK." "It's OK." "You should've reported to me immediately." "Yes, sir." "Why didn't you do that?" "Fulton's a total piece of work." "And I don't want somebody like that anywhere near my crew." "Or any other crew." "I'll make a complaint through NAVCOM." "And we'll take it from there." "Sir?" "With respect, I have dealt with the situation, and I'd like to think it was in the past now." "Well, I'm sorry, Nikki." "It's not your call anymore." "There's a chance he's done this before." "And he could do it again if it's not dealt with." "Well, how long's it gonna take?" "What?" "Well, we've all been tested, but no-one's told us how long it takes to be given the all-clear." "Spider, you don't have bird flu." "Well, how do you know that?" "Are you a pathologist?" "Well, luckily, we weren't living on that boat or eating those chickens, so..." "But that fishing crew - they could've left behind traces." "They were on the 'Hammersley' for a very long time." "We disinfected." "Charge, those germs can live for a very long time." "What, are you a pathologist?" "Sir?" "Somebody's here to see you." "Hurry up." "Hey." "ET?" "Sir." "Welcome back." "Thank you." "I just couldn't stand being in that bed anymore." "I just, um..." "I just wanted to say, uh, thanks." "How's the leg?" "It's gonna be OK." "It was a bit uncomfortable when they were digging bits of oyster shell out, but..." "Least you didn't contract bird flu." "That's right, RO." "I was..." "I was very lucky." "Hey, uh, it's good to see you." "Thanks, X." "This thing with Campbell Fulton..." "I know." "That was close." "It was way too close." "Would've been his word against ours." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I thought I'd lost you." "You're not gonna lose me."