"What have we got, Charge?" "There's the air hose, attached to the compressor." "There's definitely a diver down there collecting trochus." "Roger." "Where are the RHIBs, Nav?" "Uh...hiding just behind the spit, sir." "MIKE:" "Very good." "By the time they get their man back on board, we'll be on them." "Full ahead, both engines." "X-ray 8-2, this is Charlie 8-2." "You are good to go." "You are good to go." "Over." "XO:" "Roger that, Charlie 8-2." "Let's go." "(ENGINE ROARS)" "(COMPRESSOR SPUTTERS)" "What the hell are they doing?" "They're making a run for it." "What, with a diver down?" "Whoa!" "You have got to be kidding!" "CHARGE:" "They'll drown him!" "That's crazy!" "XO:" "Australian Navy!" "Spider, watch out!" "(GRUNTS)" "But not as crazy as that." "XO:" "Australian Navy." "Stop right where you are." "2 DADS:" "Australian Navy." "Get down!" "XO:" "Australian Navy." "Stop where you are." "Stop..." "Spider, where did you learn that little trick?" "On the Hills hoist, ma'am, when I was a kid." "Australian Navy!" "Stop the vessel, sir." "Stop the vessel now!" "2 DADS:" "Get back!" "This rubber's not much chop." "RO:" "Yeah, he would've had a hell of a ride down there." "(COMPRESSOR STOPS)" "There goes his oxygen." "OK, get them up." "Get 'em up." "Deal with him, 2 Dads." "2 DADS:" "Yep." "Get back." "Sir, get back." "Alright, against the wall, please." "Against the wall now!" "XO:" "Quick." "It's just a kid." "Yeah, and he's in trouble." "Take it easy, Spider." "SWAIN:" "Give me a hand!" "You right?" "We're coming." "SWAIN:" "Bring him round, Spide!" "Are you right, Swaino?" "OK, can you get him up?" "XO:" "Alright." "SWAIN:" "I got him." "SPIDER:" "You got him?" "SPIDER:" "You got him?" "Got his belt?" "SWAIN:" "OK." "SWAIN:" "Just lay him down." "(COUGHS) Yep." "Yep." "XO:" "He's wearing a homemade weight belt." "They're designed to keep him down on the trochus beds." "(COUGHS) It's OK, mate." "You'll be alright." "Hey, it's OK." "XO:" "Alright, let's cut that rock belt off him." "(CONTINUES COUGHING) You're gonna be OK, buddy." "He took on a hell of a lot of water and he sure took a hell of a beating down there, but fortunately, nothing's broken." "Is he gonna be OK?" "Physically, yeah." "But he hasn't said a word." "G'day, mate." "What's your name?" "Your name?" "How do you say, "your name"?" "Nama?" "Uh...what's your nama?" "Nama?" "It's OK." "How can anyone do this to a kid, Swain?" "I don't know, mate." "2 Dads, bring me the master." "2 DADS:" "Roger." "RO ON RADIO:" "X, the hold's chock-a-block with trochus." "They've been busy boys." "Copy that." "You endangered that boy's life." "There is no way he could have released this." "(THUD!" ") He is my boy." "Well, as far as I'm concerned, that just makes it worse." "Sir, this vessel will be taken to an Australian port, where you and your crew will be handed over to the relevant authorities." "Do you understand?" "You are pirates." "No, sir, you are illegally fishing in Australian waters, using a child weighted down with rocks to decimate trochus beds." "My grandfather fish here." "My father fish here." "A line on your map means nothing to us." "Well, I'm not having an argument with you about it, sir." "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "Go ahead, X." "Sir, the captain of the vessel claims that the boy is his son." "Does he require further medical assistance on board 'Hammersley'?" "Oh, don't think that'll be necessary, ma'am." "Potentially, taking him away from his family might cause him more distress." "Yes, sir, Swain thinks, and I agree, that the boy's better off staying here with his family -- over." "Is their vessel seaworthy?" "It seems reasonably sound." "OK." "Then let's set up to escort her home." "MIKE:" "Out." "Copy that." "You OK, mate?" "I'm not gonna hurt you." "Not gonna hurt you." "I just want to know your name." "Uh, your...your nama...?" "Uh..." "I'm Spider." "Uh, like a spider." "And, uh, you are...?" "Uh..." "Alright." "Want a lolly?" "Uh, it's to...to eat." "It's good." "Here." "It's a bit damp, but it's still OK." "You want it?" "You want to try it?" "I imagine that his mother told him never to accept lollies from strange men." "It's, um..." "It's peppermint." "It's good." "Like this." "Yeah, it's good." "Helps cover that god-awful trochus smell." "I guess you don't smell it anymore, eh?" "I guess you're lucky for that at least." "Want to try one?" "Try it?" "It's not gonna hurt you." "I don't know." "Maybe I'm freaking you out." "And I don't want to do that, so, um..." "I'm just gonna go over here and..." "You know, you're safe now, and that's the main thing, alright?" "That you're safe." "You want one?" "Yeah!" "Now we're talking." "Here you go." "Mouth." "It's good." "Good?" "Oh." "Oh, mate, I'm sorry." "Maybe it's a bit weird if you haven't tasted peppermint before." "That went well." "I think he just thinks I tried to poison him." "Hey, can you lend me your notepad?" "Mine got drowned." "No." "RO, come on." "A picture's worth a thousand words, you know." "I might be able to communicate that way." "You know, communicate, communications -- kind of like what you're supposed to do." "I'm not giving you my pad." "RO, please help me out, alright?" "I'll give you one when we're back on the 'Hammersley'." "(VELCRO RIPS) Come on." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Hang on." "Thanks." "OK." "So, uh..." "My name is Spider." "Sir, I'm picking up some strange chatter from Robsenn Marine." "It seems that they've lost contact with one of their dive vessels." "Alright, put it on the speaker." "MATT ON RADIO:" "Robsenn base to 'Robsenn 5'." "Do you read me?" "Come in, 'Robsenn 5'." "(STATIC ON RADIO)" "That's a dive tender." "ET went out on her once, said that she was a well-equipped boat." "State-of-the-art." "Robsenn base to 'Robsenn 5'." "Do you read me?" "Come in." "These turkeys should give up collecting tropical fish and stick to dry land." "Try and raise Mr Robsenn for me, Nav." "Robsenn base, this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Come in." "Over." "Robsenn base, this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Come in." "Over." "Robsenn base here, 'Hammersley'." "How can we help you?" "Over." "Mr Robsenn, Mike Flynn here." "You're having trouble contacting one of your dive tenders?" "Over." "Everything's under control, thanks, 'Hammersley'." "Over." "Well, Mr Robsenn, could you please give me the location of 'Robsenn 5' so I can confirm the wellbeing of those on board?" "Over." "Appreciate your concern, Skipper, but it's really not necessary." "Probably just a radio problem their end." "It's not an issue." "We'll send out another vessel from here." "Over." "We're talking people's lives here, Mr Robsenn." "I'd like to know where they are exactly." "Over." "Exactly?" "I can't tell you that." "They've been off air for six hours." "Six hours?" "The vicinity, then?" "Over." "Mr Robsenn, confirm you copy." "In the vicinity of Red Reef." "Over." "Everyone, change of plans, courtesy of the Robsenns." "They've lost contact with another one of their dive boats." "Like you do." "Idiots." "How's the boy?" "He seems to be making a full recovery, ma'am." "Well, that's good news." "Swain, I'll get you and Bomber to come with me in case we need medical." "RO, I want you to stay on board with Spider and maintain these coordinates." "Yes, ma'am." "Where is Spider?" "He's down the back trying to break the language barrier with the boy." "Oh, OK." "How's he going?" "Well, I wouldn't want him on my team for Pictionary." "Alright." "Let's go." "All being well, we'll rendezvous with you on the way home." "Yes, ma'am." "Smile, Robert." "It's not that bad." "Sir?" "Matt and Simone Robsenn haven't been able to contact their dive vessel for six hours and don't think it's anything to be alarmed about." "How many crew?" "." "Only two." "Two?" "Unreal, isn't it?" "Apparently, they're having trouble finding qualified divers." "Gee, I wonder why." "I'm informing NAVCOM." "Someone has to give the Robsenns a big boot up the bum." "And all we know is that they're in the vicinity of Red Reef?" "Afraid so." "Sir, last time we were in that area..." "We recovered ET's body." "It's going to be difficult on Nav and the crew." "Yeah." "Hey." "Are you OK?" "Yep." "Really?" "Maybe not." "I just spend most days... (SNIFFS)" "..blocking it out." "But, uh, sometimes you just get tackled from behind." "Look, Nikki..." "I'm fine." "I just need a bit of time on my own." "SPIDER:" "At least we can't smell the trochus anymore." "RO:" "Yeah, it's amazing what you get used to, isn't it?" "RO:" "I didn't bring any sanitising wipes, but I'm sure I'll get by." "Oh, this is just great, isn't it?" "Might even do some fishing later." "Yeah." "Shame it's illegal on an FFV, RO." "I was being facetious." "You OK?" "Think I'm getting through to him." "Do you have a name yet?" "No." "Well, has he actually said anything?" "No." "So how do you think you're getting through?" "Well, he doesn't seem as scared of me anymore." "(LAUGHS)" "Reckon his old man beats the crap out of him." "Yeah, well, you've got to have the serenity to accept the things you can't change, courage to change the things you can and the wisdom to know the difference." "That's cool." "Where'd you learn that?" "Spider, our job is to guard this boat." "You know how it works." "When they get back to land, they'll get arrested, get deported, then they'll probably do it again." "Two worlds collide." "You're on one side." "He's on the other." "Thanks, RO." "(CUPS CLATTER) Arggh!" "Hey!" "(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)" "Hey!" "Hey, leave him alone!" "RO:" "Get back." "Get back over there." "Get back." "SPIDER:" "Leave him alone." "RO:" "Get back now." "Sit back." "Webb, let him go." "Get up!" "Stay where you are." "Apologise to him." "Apologise to him!" "Webb, let him go!" "OK, OK." "I sorry." "Sorry who?" "What's his name?" "Webb, let him go!" "That's an order." "What's his name?" "Gesang." "That's an order." "Let him go." "Arggh!" "Sir, you sit down." "Sit down now!" "Sit down!" "Oh, great." "This is really relaxing." "He's your son, for God's sake!" "He is not my son." "You said he was." "I said he is mine." "I bought him." "Did you hear that?" "So you're saying you bought the boy, are you, sir?" "He can't speak." "His parents have no use for him." "He's lucky I take him." "Lucky?" "!" "You've got to be kidding!" "Spider, shut up!" "Shut up!" "So he can't speak at all?" "He's mute, is he?" "He can't speak." "You waste your time, Aussie." "You want him, huh?" "You can have him." "What?" "$100." "He's yours." "This isn't about cultural differences, leader, alright?" "He's a slave." "The captain's willing to sell him." "That makes him a trafficker." "Calm down." "Look, I agree, slavery is not great." "Oh, yeah." "Gee, I'm glad." "Webb!" "Because we're on a stink boat in the middle of nowhere, you don't give a rat's." "No, I said calm down." "He's under our duty of care." "We'll make sure that he isn't abused." "So where's my money, huh?" "You're not getting any money." "And keep your hands off the boy." "Aussie pirates!" "Sir, back up top." "Now." "You calm down." "It's OK, Gesang." "(ELECTRONIC BLEEPING)" "Contact bearing 0-1-5." "Range five nautical miles." "Can we get a visual on EOD?" "Got it." "CHARGE:" "Zooming in." "No sign of life, sir." "Hands to boarding stations, Nav." "(BELL RINGS) Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "(ENGINE ROARS)" "(WATER BUBBLES)" "XO:" "Oh, God." "They've been cut." "Upper deck clear, X." "Charlie 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2." "No-one below deck, X." "Go ahead, X." "Sir, there is no one on board, and the two breathing lines have been cut." "Say again." "The air lines have been cut, sir." "Swain, what are you doing?" "The gear's all here, ma'am." "We're only in 15 metres of water." "They might still be down there." "You are not going down there alone." "Ma'am, I'm the only certified diver we have." "I'm aware of that." "Let's leave it to a recovery team." "And by the time they get here, there won't be anything there for them to find." "OK." "Alright, Swain." "This is not a recovery mission." "You don't take any risks." "No, ma'am." "Someone give me some flippers." "Swain, if you find them below, you release their belts and let us do body recovery at this end." "Yes, ma'am." "Check your reg." "(AIR HISSES)" "Here he comes." "Weight belts, ma'am." "They must have done an emergency release when they were down there." "They might have drifted off." "They might still be alive." "Then why didn't they get back on the boat?" "Maybe they couldn't." "Maybe they drifted too far." "Maybe whoever cut the lines was still on board." "Alright, let's not start with the conspiracy theories." "Uh, Captain, X." "Sir, we've recovered the divers' weight belts, but that's all." "Over." "They must be dead too." "Nav." "ET released his weight belt." "So did seven others." "It's the same pattern." "Nav, we don't know that for sure." "That was an accident." "These men might still be alive." "No." "They're dead." "X, secure the vessel and return to 'Hammersley'." "Over." "OK, roger that." "COMCEN, Captain." "MAN ON RADIO:" "Yes, sir." "Inform NAVCOM we'll be escorting the Robsenn dive tender." "They can tell the Robsenns to come and get it." "Over." "(SNIFFS)" "(SOBS)" "Nav." "Oh, I'm sorry, sir." "No need to apologise." "We all knew it would be difficult coming back here." "Why don't you get yourself a brew?" "." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Take as long as you need." "(SIGHS)" "Oh, please don't let this happen again." "(EXHALES, CLEARS THROAT)" "Man in the water!" "45 degrees off the starboard bow." "There's two of them." "X, we've found them." "MIKE: 300 yards." "Green 4-5 from me." "XO:" "Whoa, whoa." "Slow down." "Slow down." "Slow down." "What the hell is that?" "It's a ghost net." "It's huge." "CHARGE:" "They're old fishing nets that drift around the ocean." "Some of them are up to three miles long." "It must have come off the back of a trawler." "XO:" "Go in real slow." "Really slowly." "Stop!" "Stop!" "Just take us in real slow." "XO:" "Australian Navy." "Can you hear me?" "Sir, they're caught in a ghost net." "There is no response to my hail." "We're proceeding with extreme caution." "Over." "They must have cut their own lines trying to free themselves." "2 DADS:" "Yeah, well, that didn't work." "Those wetsuits are the only things keeping them afloat." "They could still be alive." "They have to be." "(GRUNTS)" "That's it." "Sit him up." "Come here." "Sir, one of our divers is unconscious but alive." "Repeat, he's alive." "(GRUNTS LOUDLY)" "Yuck, Charge." "Dead fish." "(COUGHS)" "Rotten fish, stinks." "There's a pulse." "(COUGHS)" "Sir, our second diver is alive." "XO ON RADIO:" "Repeat, the second diver is alive." "Sir, there's something else." "They're both badly dehydrated." "Alright." "I'll have an IV standing by." "Good." "MAN:" "Right." "Welman, go with Bomber and help set up the IV." "Great work." "Hey, Nikki." "(GASPS)" "Fulton, leave, now." "Ooh." "Campbell Fulton!" "So, um, what's with the guy Nav wanted to toss back?" "Oh..." "Campbell Fulton." "Used to work for the fisheries." "So?" "He sexually harassed Lieutenant Caetano, and then he and ET got into a boating incident where ET nearly lost his leg and Fulton lost his job." "(SIGHS)" "ET must have been a forgiving kind of guy." "What makes you say that?" "Well, Fulton works for the Robsenns." "They probably worked together." "Sir, HMAS 'Teracan' is on her way out to collect the ghost net, and commercial shipping's been notified to be on the lookout." "Alright, thanks." "The RHIBs are almost done." "They're just detaching the last of the buoys and transponders now." "How's the Nav?" "It was an unpleasant shock." "I'm sure she'll be OK." "Fulton?" "Well, he's still unconscious." "Swain's spoken with the medical officer on board HMAS 'Darwin'." "All we can do is try to rehydrate them and keep them stable until we get back to base." "They must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel with him." "Gonna need some more Hartmann's." "BOMBER:" "I'll go." "No, no." "You keep doing that." "I'll go." "OK." "This must be heaven." "No, you're awake." "Any chance of a cold beer, angel?" "(LAUGHS) Not a hope in hell." "Oh, let a guy down gently, why don't you?" "Water?" "Hey!" "Slowly." "Just a few sips." "Yeah." "Oh!" "What is that stink?" "You." "I was afraid you're gonna say that." "You were caught in a ghost net along with a couple of hundred dead fish." "My buddy, Eddie?" "He's OK." "He's still unconscious, but stable." "Good." "He's awake." "Try not to move." "I know you." "Where am I?" "On board HMAS 'Hammersley'." "Oh, jeez." "Put me back in the ghost net." "It's been suggested." "I bet." "How is he?" "Oh, yeah." "Bit of dehydration, some exposure." "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." "I need a shower." "Hey, hey." "You're not going anywhere, especially with that drip in your arm." "Well, take it out." "I don't need it." "Mr Fulton, don't be ridiculous." "No, take it out, Swain." "Boss?" "He's lucid, seems stable." "Take it out." "Why were there no support crew on your vessel?" "Red Reef?" "It's a cakewalk." "Not for you, obviously." "Well, who would've anticipated a ghost net?" "That's why there are safety protocols in place." "You guys haven't learnt anything from last time." "Well, when you're right, you're right, Skipper." "Eddie and I are obviously idiots." "Arggh!" "Sorry." "We're grateful to you and your crew for saving our miserable lives." "You satisfied?" "Not by a long shot." "And my guess is the civil authorities won't be either." "We're just trying to earn a buck." "Sure." "We'll bring over some personal effects from your boat and you'll be assigned a cabin." "You're welcome to use the junior sailors' mess and the boat deck, but if I were you, I'd confine myself to that cabin." "You worried about me getting lost?" "It's for your own good, Fulton." "You have no friends on this boat." "That's a bit harsh." "If the shoe fits." "Imagine what his life must be like." "I mean, to be sold by your parents is bad enough, but not even be able to communicate, not being able to talk." "Imagine if that were you or me." "I'm trying to imagine it being you. (LAUGHS)" "Gesang." "Gesang, do you want this?" "Want it?" "Look, it's a fact." "Life's brutal." "What are you gonna do, cry?" "Can't change the world, Webb." "Yeah, well, my mother would disagree with you." "Have you heard of the butterfly effect?" "I'm not gonna talk philosophy with you while we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere on a stinking trochus boat with a crew who want to slit our throats for freeing their slave." "I want to get some sleep." "You take first watch." "I just think we need to get him off the boat." "Shh." "Gesang?" "Mate, are you OK?" "RO?" "What?" "I think he might be sick." "Well, has he got a temperature?" "Um, I don't think so." "Feels normal." "Maybe he copped a punch to the gut." "Yeah, and maybe it's gastroenteritis." "I haven't seen him throw up." "Well, should we call for Swain or...?" "No." "Look, we rendezvous with 'Hammersley' in the morning." "If he's still feeling sick, we'll get Swain to take a look at him then." "It's OK, mate." "Just try and make him feel comfortable." "(SIGHS)" "Most ghost nets float until they get so full of dead fish that they just sink to the bottom..." "How you going?" "Hi." "Till they get...just sink to the bottom of the ocean, right?" "How good's this?" "And then the nets, um, lie dormant until, you know..." "How you going, boys?" "Until..." "Then they float back up to the top and start killing all over again." "Awesome." "Enough to put a man off his food." "Come on." "At least one of us should eat something." "Damn Fulton." "Damn Fulton." "Sorry." "Didn't mean to startle you." "You're not allowed in this part of the ship." "I know." "I wanted to see you." "Well, leave." "Nikki, I came to apologise." "Leave!" "Leave!" "What I did to you was inexcusable." "I deserve everything I got." "That's all I have to say." "Fulton." "(BOWL CLATTERS)" "What do you mean, deserve everything you got?" "Your boss's report got me booted out of fisheries." "I was pissed off at first, but I woke up to myself." "And in a way, it was the best thing that ever happened to me." "Well, I can't say the same." "I know." "I don't expect you to forgive me." "I wouldn't if I was you." "But..." "I'm not the same dickhead I was back then." "I hope not anyway." "Were you..." "Were you working with, um, Robsenn Marine the same time as ET?" "Yep, I was." "But not the same crew." "Our paths never crossed." "I'm really sorry for your loss." "Everyone says it was an accident, but I just..." "I just can't imagine..." "They were all so experienced." "Hey, experienced people stuff up 'cause they get over-confident." "I mean, God, look what happened to me." "Yeah, but you're alive and he's not." "Oh, Nikki." "Please don't touch me." "I..." "I just..." "I just really wish I could help you." "Then tell me the truth." "The truth's overrated." "Then leave me alone." "Nikki, if I could..." "Leave me alone!" "Nikki, Nikki." "Leave me alone!" "SWAIN:" "Hey!" "(GROANS)" "SWAIN:" "You right?" "Nothing appears to be broken." "Uh, my nose?" "Oh, apart from your nose." "Great." "I thought he was heavying you or something." "No." "How is your hand?" "Yeah, sore." "Swain, he..." "He wasn't supposed to be in that part of the ship." "He came to my cabin, yes." "He was leaving." "He says he's changed." "What, and you believe him?" "What happened?" "Sir..." "More proof I'm an idiot." "I thought I was all OK." "Obviously, I overdid it." "Next thing I know, bang, must have passed out." "Lucky Doc was there." "And your nose?" "Hit the deck face-first." "It's a hard boat you've got here, Skipper." "Right." "You finished here?" "Yep, think so." "Yeah." "Bomber?" "Yes, Captain." "Escort Mr Fulton back to his cabin, please." "And stay in it this time." "Goodnight, all." "Swain, you know I can't tolerate violence on this ship." "Yes, sir." "Get some ice for that hand." "SWAIN:" "So, what were you and Fulton talking about?" "He said he was working for Robsenn Marine the same time as ET." "Working with ET?" "No, no." "He said that they never worked together, and I'm sure I would've heard about it if they met." "You would have thought so." "Do you think people really change?" "I don't know." "I mean, he could have reported me to the CO, had me up on assault." "Can't help wondering." "About what?" "Nothing." "Nav, coronial inquest found that ET and the other divers died by misadventure." "It was a terrible accident." "I know, I know." "Inquests don't always get it right." "Nikki..." "No, it's OK." "(DOOR CLOSES) NAV:" "Don't worry." "I'm not gonna do anything stupid." "Ahh!" "Idiot!" "SPIDER:" "Hey!" "Sit back down." "Sit." "MAN:" "Stop it!" "What did I tell you?" "Sit back down!" "Don't touch me!" "Sit!" "Sit back down." "Don't touch me!" "Sit!" "(SCREAMS)" "Sir, you put that down!" "Put the knife down now!" "Idiot!" "I'm going to kill you!" "Nobody's gonna kill anyone." "Sit down!" "What the hell happened?" "He...he stabbed him." "Who?" "Gesang." "He stabbed him." "Keep pressure on that wound." "Get on the radio, tell them we need Swain now." "Charlie 8-2, this is Sierra 8-2." "We need urgent assistance." "Over." "Stay where you are." "They're below decks with RO." "Rightio, mate." "Thank you." "You OK?" "Spider, what happened?" "Gesang grabbed a knife and stabbed the captain, ma'am." "In defence, right." "It's not the boy's fault." "Spider, why would he stab his father?" "Because he's a slave, X. He's not his son at all." "What?" "According to the captain, he owns the boy." "He owns him?" "Yes." "We have to help him, ma'am." "You right, matey?" "Ah!" "Sorry, mate." "Bleeding's pretty much stopped." "I'll give it a clean and put a new field dressing on it." "SWAIN:" "Yeah." "How is he?" "(SIGHS) Well, it's nasty, but not as bad as it looks." "You should have been here earlier." "It'll need stitches when we get back." "But we can strap it up till then." "See?" "It's just like magic." "Sun comes out, sun goes..." "Gesang!" "Gesang!" "Swain!" "Swain, I need you up here right now." "You right down here?" "Yeah, yeah." "Sure." "SPIDER:" "Gesang, mate, are you alright?" "Gesang?" "Swain!" "Yeah, copy, mate." "I'm on my way." "SPIDER:" "Come on, mate." "He just collapsed." "I don't know what's going on." "Mate?" "Can you hear me?" "Can you squeeze my hand?" "What's wrong with him?" "I don't know, mate." "I don't know." "SPIDER:" "Gesang!" "X, I need to get the boy back on 'Hammersley' immediately if we can." "SWAIN:" "Gesang?" "Well, did he hit his head or have a fall, do anything like that?" "Yeah, he copped a backhander, sent him flying." "Hit the deck pretty hard." "Right, could have suffered a contusion." "A what?" "It's like a bleeding in the brain." "Was he showing any other symptoms?" "Slurred speech, anything like that?" "No, Swain, um...he's a mute." "Oh, right." "Look, he's been a bit clumsy, he's dropped a few things." "I'd say he gets beaten by his captain a lot." "And last night, he was holding his stomach like he was sick." "I thought it might have been gastro or something." "The kid hasn't been diving, by any chance, has he?" "Yeah, he was down getting trochus when we found them." "Free diving or using an air supply?" "Air supply." "How deep was he?" "I don't know." "More than 15 metres?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Did he come up quickly?" "Yeah, well, they dragged him along when they tried to escape." "And then we hauled him up, so, yeah, I'd say pretty quickly." "Well, he could have the bends." "Decompression sickness." "Yep." "Symptoms would have shown up by now, wouldn't they?" "They can take up to 24 hours." "Yeah, well, it's been just under that." "BOMBER:" "He's coming to." "Gesang." "Gesang, mate, it's alright." "Spider's here." "(GROANS)" "Guess that's why they call it the bends." "OK, mate." "Swain, can you do something?" "I've got to work out what's wrong with him first." "It's alright, mate." "It's alright." "The closest recompression chamber is 10 hours away on HMAS 'Norman'." "He doesn't have 10 hours." "Er, if I could stick my broken nose in, there is another option -- we take the kid back down." "But isn't he barely conscious?" "We'll need two divers with him, full face masks, two stage regulators, take him down 9 metres for hour and a half, full oxygen, then stage his ascent the rate of 12 minutes per metre" "and it should be enough to recompress." "We don't have that sort of equipment." "You don't." "I do on my boat." "What are our alternatives?" "Death or brain damage." "Right." "So none." "Can you dive with that nose?" "Well, I can't dive without it." "Look, equalising's gonna hurt like a mother, but I'll cope." "Right." "Let's do it." "You ever done anything like this before?" "No." "FULTON:" "There's nothing to it." "The main problem's the boredom." "We're gonna be down there for a while." "Now, the kid gets pure O2." "Set the regger for 550kpa, and you'll need 12 metres of hose." "I take it you've done this before, then?" "Never with a kid." "I reckon kids are a whole different ball game." "Hopefully, he's gonna start to feel better fairly quickly." "Yeah, hopefully." "Well, you've got to be optimistic." "Yeah." "Anyway, he might try to resurface, and it's important we don't let him, even if we have to get a bit rough." "That's one of the reasons there are two of us." "Right." "What are the other reasons?" "Extra set of eyes to watch out for sharks." "Mate, these waters are notorious." "How you going with the kid?" "SPIDER:" "Alright, we're ready." "(ENGINE CHUGS STEADILY)" "Good thing about these masks is, he can throw up in it without obstructing his O2 supply." "Just putting you down, mate." "Alright." "Let's get the mask on him." "Gesang." "Gesang, listen to me, mate." "You're gonna put this on, alright?" "Like this, yeah?" "Good." "OK, mate, here we go." "Good." "You right?" "You just equalise like you normally would, yeah?" "You understand?" "Good man." "OK." "We'll get in the water and you pass him to us." "You'll be alright, mate." "nikki:" "Here we go." "SPIDER:" "It's gonna be good, mate." "Alright, Gesang." "Right?" "Go, mate." "You're OK." "You right?" "You right?" "Good luck, mate." "He'll be alright, Spider." "He will." "He smiled, I think." "I don't know." "He's probably as scared of us as he is of them." "Jaya, where's Gesang's things?" "He'll be completing the voyage on 'Hammersley'." "What, is that it?" "That's all." "You think I am a bad man." "Yeah, I do." "If not for me, he would be begging on the streets." "Or dead long time ago." "Now he is no good to me." "Not after this." "You don't save him." "You kill him." "Do you think he's right?" "I don't know." "But you got through to him." "I'm gonna go wait for him to come back up." "It's coming up to three hours." "Well, the fact that they're still down can only be a good sign." "Hope so." "Excuse me, sir." "We've just received a radio call from the Robsenns." "They're requesting a rendezvous." "They should have been up by now." "No, right...now, to be precise." "I'll get it." "Mission accomplished." "He was a model patient." "(LAUGHS AND CHEERS)" "Go, Gesang." "That's great." "How are you, mate?" "Come on, matey." "Up you come." "Ready?" "One, two, three!" "Hey." "You alright?" "You good?" "(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)" "Uh, excuse me, boss." "What is it, Spider?" "About Gesang, sir." "I was, um... ..just wondering if there's anything else we could do." "What do you mean?" "Well, to guarantee he stays in Australia, boss." "Yeah, I was thinking something medically could be done to help him to speak." "Maybe." "I've detailed his circumstances in my report and recommended he be given special consideration." "Yeah, cool, 'cause I was thinking, you know, maybe there's a family out there who would like to adopt him." "Come in and sit down." "I know what it's like when you see a little kid who needs your help." "Your heart goes out to them." "But we can only do as much as we can do." "Yeah, I know that, sir." "Look, I just want him to have a chance at life." "You know, he's only young, and if he gets sent back to his country, then..." "You've given him the best chance he's got." "Whether or not he stays in Australia now is not up to us." "It's up to the compassion of others." "Yeah, I know that, boss, but, um..." "But what?" "Well, it's not fair, boss." "Look, just so you understand where I'm coming from," "I haven't told many people this, but I was adopted into my family when I was four years old." "Now, the life I had before that probably wasn't so great." "So if there's anything you can do, sir, anything to help him, it would be greatly appreciated." "Well, I've done everything I can, and so have you." "And by doing your job, Spider, you saved his life." "Don't forget that." "Yes, sir." "Carry on." "Thank you, boss." "Thanks for looking after my people and my boat." "I really appreciate that." "Next time, they might not be so lucky." "Yeah, well, there won't be a next time." "We definitely know we need to lift our game." "Well, it's too late for that." "Civilian maritime will be handling this." "Oh, come on, Mike." "We're all just trying to scrape out a living." "Hey, accidents happen." "In your case, too many." "I'll be doing everything in my power to have your licence revoked." "Do your worst, sailor boy." "Come on, hurry it up!" "Fulton." "I'll get out of your life." "You do know something about ET's accident, don't you?" "What do you want, Nikki?" "I want the truth." "No, you don't." "Fulton." "Don't make me beg." "ET was the junior man on the dive team." "All the others had been with Robsenn Marine longer." "So?" "The junior guy always stays topside and monitors the gear." "ET should have been doing that." "None of those men should have died." "Well, there wasn't a man topside on your boat." "You ask the tough questions, Nikki, you got to be prepared for tough answers." "Fulton!" "We're leaving." "I'm really sorry." "Take care of yourself." "Hey, he wasn't there, Nikki." "He wouldn't know." "ET -- he always put safety first." "Exactly." "Don't pay any attention to him." "He's piss and wind, mate." "Hey." "You OK?" "Yeah, I'm OK." "Campbell Fulton wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up and bit him in the bum." "(LAUGHS)" "Amen to that."