"Sir, signal in from NAVCOM " "Coastwatch have detected a suspected illegal entry vessel." "Come round to a course for this position, Nav." "Increase 1800." "Port 10, steer 315, revolutions 1800." "What's our ETA to this SIEV, Nav?" "Approximately two hours, sir." "Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "We're altering course to intercept a SIEV." "We'll go to boarding stations in approximately two hours time." "That's all." "Boss, got a radar contact." "It's in about the right position for the SIEV." "Bring us to boarding stations, Nav." "Both RHIBs." "Hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations." "Assume damage control state three condition voyage." "Full boarding party required." "Boss, something odd." "Uh, the radar contact's gone." "It just vanished off the screen." "Have you checked your journey?" "Yes, sir." "Last known position?" "Right ahead, seven miles." "Right, listen up, team." "We've lost the contact." "Chances are she may have gone down." "We could be looking for survivors or bodies." "Hands to SOLAS stations, Nav." "Hands to SOLAS stations, hands to SOLAS stations." "Yep." "Boss." "Got the vessel?" "Um, no." "This is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen." "I count 9, 10 civilians." "Men and women." "They must be stuck out on a sand cay." "RO, inform Coastwatch we've located a party of suspected unlawful non-citizens." "We're preparing to recover by sea boat." "Sir, you, move forward, please." "Through there, please." "Thank you." "Turn around, up against the wall." "Stay there, please." "Bomber." "I've got 'em." "Yes, sir?" "Please, this lady, she's not feeling so well." "OK, thank you." "Can you move back?" "Move back." "XO." "ET, I've finished here." "She's not feeling well, ma'am." "OK." "Do you wanna come with me?" "You alright?" "I want you to put your hands up here." "Right?" "And just spread these legs for me." "I've got something." "Swaino." "She's not well." "Asthma puffer?" "You have asthma?" "Asma, si." "Yes?" "Well, if she needs it, she should keep it, X." "What happened to their boat?" "Well, it was leaking before it left the harbour, and then it hit a coral cay and sank." "The crew?" "Only one - the skipper." "He went down with the boat." "What's the story on the survivors?" "One Filipina from Mindanao." "There's a family, group of five, from Afghanistan, and three ethnic Russians from Turkmenistan who competed in the Inter-Asian Games in Jakarta about three months back." "Sir... uh, ma'am, the Indonesian authorities confirmed that three Turkmenistani athletes defected." "They'll be wanting refugee status." "Oh, that's not a navy matter." "They can talk to Immigration once we've handed them over." "In the meantime, get them bedded down in austere." "Yes, sir." "These are your toilet facilities, OK?" "These are your racks." "Oh, beds." "Sorry." "And we'll be providing three meals a day." "Come down." "You can take my hand, if you want." "Make yourselves at home." "Slowly." "It's alright." "It's OK." "No!" "No!" "It's alright, it's alright." "Hey." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Please, I don't understand what you're saying." "Do you speak any English?" "OK." "Bridge, this is X." "The Filipina girl, she's quite distressed and I can't understand what she's saying." "Do we have anyone on board who speaks any Tagalog or Spanish?" "Stand by, X." "RO." "Nein." "Nav?" "Well, I once got through in Spain on a phrase book, Italian and waving my hands around a lot." "OK, go down there and see if you can find out what the problem is and try and help out." "Yes, sir." "Go get 'em, Nav." "X, Nav's on her way down to try and interpret." "Copy that." "Boss, I've had sangria before." "Does that help?" "Not enough Spanish, Buffer." "It's OK." "Can you breathe?" "She's a... she's a little bit edgy, so..." "Hola." "Me llamo Nikki Caetano." "Me llamo Anuncion Cortes." "Hola." "Español, si?" "Si." "You want me to speak español to the young lady?" "Oh, you speak Spanish?" "Boss!" "Charge!" "You tracking this?" "Yeah, I got it." "Hey, hey!" "Put your weapon down!" "I'll kill them!" "Put it down!" "We'll shoot you!" "Kill her!" "OK, wait, wait, wait!" "OK, OK." "Put your gun on the floor!" "NOW!" "OK, OK." "Kick it over." "Now... up the ladder." "Out." "Then close the hatch." "I'm the only medic on this ship, and this girl needs my help." "No, no!" "A dead girl won't need a medic." "You... you don't need her." "At least let me take her with me." "The girl is now a hostage." "Go!" "Go!" "OK, OK." "Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "We have a hostage situation under way in austere." "All personnel are to clear the lower decks." "Plant room, engine room and austere are strictly out of bounds until further notice." "Stop this and end it!" "You're not going to get what you want!" "Shh!" "No talk!" "Hey, hey, hey!" "X, Captain." "Put me on to the man holding you." "OK, my captain wants to speak with you." "Move to the back!" "Your closed-circuit TV is switched on?" "It's standard equipment." "Switch it off!" "Switching it off now." "What's going on?" "I do..." "Three." "How many weapons?" "They've got two." "Mine, Kate's." "Buffer." "Buffer, to me." "Three men, two weapons?" "Two weapons." "My name's Mike Flynn." "I'm the captain of the ship." "And you are?" "You can call me Zan." "OK, Zan." "What seems to be the problem here, and how can we help sort it out?" "We're coming to the bridge to take control of the ship." "I can't allow that." "If I come up the ladder with your girl officer and a gun, you give me the bridge." "You come up the ladder with my officer and a gun, you'll be a dead man." "You make things hard." "We should talk." "On deck." "Now." "And I don't believe you switched off the camera." "You go on deck, sir, you give him another hostage." "Security party, close up lower decks at the rush, and await further orders." "ET, take the ship, bring us to slow ahead." "I'm on radio if you need me." "Sir." "Come down the ladder!" "We can talk below." "There's a sick girl down there." "My ship's medic says she's asthmatic." "We need to get some medication to her." "Nothing buys nothing, Captain." "So, what do you want?" "You will sail north to New Guinea." "I'll tell you where." "When we get close inshore, we'll take a Zodiac." "We'll also take both women officers with us." "You know I can't agree to that." "If we do not have hostages, you'll blow us out of the water - correct?" "Navy protocol would not let us do that." "We have our rules, Zan." "And you can take the Zodiac, but you can't take my officers." "OK, then no medication." "The sick girl will die!" "Then others will die!" "So think again." "And think fast." "Close the hatch." "Now!" "Mike, I've just had a word to Canberra about our possible options." "Now, if these negotiations don't work, then the SAS can perform a ship underway take-down." "Are you talking about SAS personnel coming on board and storming austere?" "If negotiations fail, yes." "They have a unit exercising on oil rigs to your south-west." "It's at Dolphin Three platform." "So you make best speed towards them and if push comes to shove we can insert them by helo." "Well, sir, an SAS take-down will involve casualties." "They're trained to eliminate the hostage takers, not the hostages, and that's the way it's gonna be." "In the meantime, you continue to isolate, contain and negotiate and keep me informed." "Aye-aye, sir." "It's the old 2,000-mile screwdriver." "Commander wants to run this one from his desk." "I'm sorry, sir." "I'll take full responsibility." "You had no options." "Let's just move on." "We've got our orders - we rendezvous with the SAS at the Dolphin Three platform." "Swain, take over from ET at the helm." "Port 20, altering 225." "In the meantime, we isolate and contain these hijackers." "ET, I want you and Spider tooled up, kevlar vests, guarding the door between austere and the engine room." "Let's go." "At the rush!" "The ship changed course." "Why?" "It could be any number of reasons." "Tell me them." "Avoiding a coral reef, perhaps." "These are dangerous waters." "Nikki, you OK?" "I thought he was gonna break my neck." "What are we gonna do?" "We're in the CO's hands." "We just have to trust he has a strategy and be ready to move." "Well, shouldn't we have a plan?" "Something?" "We just wanna keep our heads down and just try to look after them." "How is she?" "Oh, she's bad." "We need to get help to her, right?" "We've gotta persuade them." "They seem pretty callous." "Except... maybe the younger one." "He could be the weak link." "Just keep her breathing calmly." "OK." "Shh, it's OK." "Just breathe." "It's OK." "What's your name?" "I'm Kate." "Come on, you must have a name." "You know the girl has asthma." "If she doesn't get medication, she could die." "If she does, you'll be responsible." "There's nothing I can do." "There is." "You can persuade him to let us get medication to her." "You can help her live." "Just think about it." "So close, and we can't do a damn thing but isolate and contain." "We'll get our chance." "Yeah, maybe, yeah." "Blake should've taken the shot when they made their move." "Yeah, and if he had missed?" "Dead bodies everywhere." "I would've killed them." "Mike, the Feds have just liaised with the Indonesian National Police on those three Turkmenistani defectors." "The bodies of the real ones have just been found in shallow graves." "If the real ones are dead, then who are our hijackers?" "The INP don't know." "But the real ones all had broken necks, so it means the people you're dealing with have all been trained to kill with their bare hands." "The way they took hostages suggests military training." "Permission for the ship underway take-down's just been cleared at the highest level." "Just keep on your rendezvous point with the SAS." "And the rendezvous point has just been confirmed at 27 nautical miles from the rig on a bearing of 020." "Thank you, sir." "Anuncion, just keep breathing in through your nose, out through your mouth - that's good." "You." "You, here." "What's through here?" "There's a store room." "If it's only a store room, why is the door handle missing?" "Because when we have guests, it's removed as a security measure." "Where is the handle?" "It's not here." "It's been locked away." "And through here we have... what?" "You already know what's in there, don't you?" "Uh... the engine room, yes?" "Nikki." "Nikki!" "She's going to die if we don't get medication." "No, she's going to die because your captain refuses to cooperate." "And all we need is a..." "Arggh!" "Nikki!" "Safety off!" "Last warning." "What do you reckon they're doing in there?" "No idea." "Who the hell are these people, ET?" "I don't know." "We've seen a few of them." "Blokes who stabbed Charge." "Dead guy on the snake boat." "The same mob, you reckon?" "Military-trained Eastern Europeans." "It's a hell of a coincidence." "Charlie 82, this is Viper 20." "Over." "Viper 20, this is 'Hammersley'" "Reading you five by five." "Go ahead." "'Hammersley', we are airborne and proceeding to the rendezvous coordinates." "ETA approximately 1510." "Over." "'Hammersley' Copy." "ETA 1510." "What's your maximum time on station?" "Over." "Our point of no return is 1530." "Over." "All understood." "We'll be there." "Out." "Alright, that gives us 1.5 hours." "All under control, sir." "Revolutions 2000." "Revolutions 2000." "Steer 230." "Steer 230." "Nav." "Sir, they're heading into the engine room." "Shut down the engines." "Shutting down." "Take the ship, Charge." "The Charge has the ship." "Swain, Buffer, with me." "Sir." "Drop the weapon, now!" "Drop your weapon." "Drop the weapon!" "Move!" "Drop the weapon!" "Release them!" "Drop the weapon!" "Oh!" "ET!" "Nikki..." "Nikki, no, no, no!" "Boss, we're under fire in the engine room." "Under fire in the engine room." "Buffer and I go in, give covering fire, and get ET and Spider out." "Any questions?" "Let's go." "No-one comes past this hatch." "Keep breathing." "We can get her out of here." "No." "No, back!" "No!" "No!" "I have to get her out of here!" "Please." "No way." "Please, you have the rest of us as hostages." "Please let her go." "Make no mistake." "I will kill you." "Now back!" "Please." "OK!" "Get back!" "Get in there." "ET?" "You OK?" "Doing fine." "I'm gonna move forward." "You cover me." "Alright." "Go!" "Buff, he's down a weapon." "There's two." "Get up the ladder." "Get out of here." "Let's seal the area off." "Well done, sir." "What's that, Charge?" "Sir?" "They're shutting us down." "But auxiliary power should last us a few hours." "RO, communications?" "It's all good, sir." "Then flash a message to NAVCOM." "They've penetrated both plant and engine rooms." "Sir." "'Hammersley' Leading Seaman Dixon." "Uh, well, not great, sir." "They've penetrated the..." "Sir, they're firing up the engines." "Can we override that?" "No, sir." "Now they've restored power to the lower deck." "Sir, only an hour and 15 minutes till the rendezvous with the SAS." "Well, that's not going to work." "Oh, of course." "On this ship, aft steering is just a storeroom, huh?" "If you think I believe that, you think I believe anything, lady." "What she means is it won't work because it's totally crazy." "I know." "I'm the navigator." "The navigator?" "Good." "You can navigate us to New Guinea." "North-east." "Best speed." "Zan." "No, listen to me." "We can steer the ship from here, we can use the compass repeat to set a course, but we won't really know where we're going." "New Guinea is where we're going." "No." "You're not listening to me." "Between here and New Guinea, there are islands, coral reefs, shoals, other ships, you name it." "If you do this blindfolded, you're gonna sink the ship." "Your captain knows all this." "That's why he will cooperate." "No, you don't know him." "He's as stubborn as you are." "Not so stubborn he'll risk his ship." "In the meantime, you steer." "They're altering course." "They've got control of the ship." "Update on our rendezvous, Swain." "Sir, the Black Hawk's absolute point of no return is still 1530, so in order to make that rendezvous, we've gotta turn back now." "ET, the gyrocompass." "I want you to make small manual adjustments to it." "So they head towards the SAS rendezvous." "Exactly." "And they'll still think they're heading towards New Guinea?" "That's right, Buff." "Swain, torch." "Now, not too quickly, ET." "We don't want them to notice the change in direction." "All over it, boss." "Viper 20, this is 'Hammersley'" "We've had some problems, but we're back on track." "Revised rendezvous time is 1520." "Over." "'Hammersley', this is Viper 20." "That's very tight." "Our point of no return is still 1530." "Over." "Roger, Viper 20." "Understand." "Out." "We're gonna do this." "We're gonna make this rendezvous." "Damn." "You." "Go get your boss and tell him I want to see him." "Now!" "Just keep your breathing going for me." "In through your nose and out through your mouth for me, OK?" "OK, we have to do something." "Oh, we do?" "Look, you have control." "You have power." "What is it going to cost you to save her life?" "Just..." "Please!" "Look, the fight is between you and us, not you and her." "She's an innocent civilian that's got caught up in all of this." "At least give her a chance to live." "Or do you have no honour?" "Heh." "Oh." "Just keep breathing for me." "I'm so sorry." "Captain, Zan here." "The girl is getting worse." "Sir, if we could just get her into the wardroom and get a nebuliser on her..." "We need her up here where we can treat her." "Or you can send the medicine down along with a chart and a handheld GPS." "Did you hear that, Captain?" "Chart, handheld GPS and medicine." "On their way." "You can organise that, Swain." "Sir, once he's got the chart and the GPS, he'll know we've reversed our course, and our rendezvous will be screwed." "Look, the only alternative is if we let the girl die." "Give him what he wants." "Aye, sir." "How long till our rendezvous with the SAS?" "32 minutes." "Well, let's hope we get there before he figures out what we've done." "Do you need me to show you how to use those?" "So now you want to help me." "I just don't want to run the ship aground." "A coral reef could tear our hull wide open, and then everyone's in trouble." "You think I don't know about charts and GPS?" "Well, I think you're ex-navy of some kind, so you may know." "But you may not have used this particular piece of equipment before." "So how are you doing over there?" "I'm doing fine." "Look, there have been some recent upgrades." "They may outdate your training, so..." "I could show you." "Mm-mm." "Mmm." "OK." "OK." "There is a reset system that you have to use before you even think about using it." "Do I pass?" "Looks like you've been doing it your whole life." "Close." "Now leave me alone." "I'm just trying to help." "No, you are trying to slow me down." "Stop it." "ET?" "All good, Buff." "All good." "You think I'm stupid?" "You think I'm stupid?" "!" "No, anything but." "Someone is playing games with the compass, yes?" "It's you." "No." "No." "No, it's not you." "I would have seen." "So it's the captain on the bridge." "Zan, I don't know what you're saying here." "The compass is reading north-east, but the GPS shows us heading south-west." "The reset system, did you try the reset..." "Oh, no more lies." "No more lies." "Captain, listen." "One more lie, and the next time you hear that, your navigator is dead." "Tell him." "Tell him!" "Boss... that one was into the bulkhead." "He says the next one's for me, and I believe him." "Now get this ship back on course for New Guinea." "Do it now!" "Viper 20, this is 'Hammersley' Over." "This is Viper 20." "With you in 23 minutes, Charlie 82." "Over." "Viper, we've had to alter course and can no longer make that rendezvous - over." "Charlie 82, we've already used up our safety margin." "If you can't make the rendezvous, we'll have to abort." "Over." "Roger that, Viper." "Abort, abort." "Return to home plate." "Out." "Roger, Charlie 82." "And whatever's happening there, good luck." "Looks like we're on our own." "Boss." "This new course has us heading straight for a coral field." "Looks like a maze of reefs, shoals and atolls, but there is one channel running through it." "Charge?" "Sir." "Zan, Mike Flynn here." "We have a problem." "What problem?" "We seem to be back on course." "Do you have your chart and handheld GPS up and running?" "Yes, I do." "Then you'll see that we're heading for a coral field." "I also see there's a channel running through it." "Look at the date when this area was last surveyed - 1850." "These reefs have been growing since then." "In half an hour it'll be dark and we've got no way of getting through that channel safely while the ship's being steered from below." "So what are you proposing, Captain?" "We stick to the same course, we get you to New Guinea, but to do that safely, we need you to restore power to the bridge." "That way we have radar and echo sounding." "No way." "Can I ask you why not?" "Because you keep lying to me, so I don't trust you." "Well, trust me when I tell you that if we go into that channel under power and strike a reef, it'll rip our hull from stem to stern." "You'll be killed along with everyone else." "I will not give you back control." "Swain, the... current through that channel." "It's running north?" "The set is nor-nor-east, yeah." "So... if we entered not under power..." "Cut the engines and drift?" "Yeah." "Zan, I have a proposition." "We enter the channel, you cut the engines and we drift through with the current." "Could it work?" "Hitting coral at speed would guarantee breaching our hull." "Allowing us to drift through with the current, yeah, we could escape with superficial damage." "You have a deal." "You could restore power to the bridge." "In my shoes, would you?" "I'd never be in your shoes." "Charge?" "Sir." "There go the ups." "Get on that chart, Swain." "Already onto it, sir." "Need a ruler?" "Please, mate." "Zan." "I'm not negotiating." "Seriously, how far's he gonna take this?" "The captain gave you his word he'd get you to New Guinea." "His word?" "Yes, his word." "How are we going, Swain?" "Ask me again at first light, sir." "We'll be safe or swimming by then." "I'd say we're through the channel." "You want to check?" "Without an echo sounder, I can't be sure." "Yeah, I think we're through." "Captain, we have two votes down here that say we're through the channel." "Swain?" "I'd love to have power for the depth sounder, but..." "I think we're through." "What's our ETA to Papua New Guinea?" "Oh... an hour, maybe." "Would he know that?" "With a GPS and a chart, he has to, if he's halfway competent." "Zan, we're agreed." "We're through the channel." "It's safe to restart the engines." "Thank you." "In 30 minutes, I'll require your port Zodiac fully fuelled." "So there will be no pursuit, your lady officers will be coming with us." "Did you hear that, Flynn?" "Yeah, I heard." "And you agree?" "I agree." "Charge, is the firefighting system still online?" "Yes, sir." "OK, here's plan A." "And there is no plan B, so this has gotta work." "First of all, we're doing this to our timetable, not his." "Nearly there." "Then a little trip in the Zodiac..." "And then you kill us." "That will depend on circumstances." "When we hit the beach, you should pray there is no ambush waiting." "Captain, the situation on the Zodiac?" "The port RHIB's being fuelled." "To get the RHIB in the water, you'll need to restore power to the upper deck." "I really admire the way you keep trying, Captain." "No power, the crane can't launch the RHIB." "So I will restore power to the engineer's console only." "Draw your weapons." "Watch my back." "Team Bravo in position, boss." "Captain, copy." "How you going there, Charge?" "Yeah... all set here, sir." "The X and the Nav will have a 40-second warning." "Roger." "It's risky, sir, but it's the only call you could've made." "There are no other options." "I'm counting on the fact that the X will anticipate my plan." "Yeah, well, let's hope she's psychic." "Charge?" "Standing by, sir." "Activate the system." "What now?" "It's a fire alarm." "What fire?" "In the engine room." "If you don't believe me, check it out yourself." "Zhenya." "Nav, get everyone down." "Cover their faces." "Close your eyes." "Get everyone down." "Cover their heads and close their eyes." "Make sure this is covering your head." "It'll be alright." "It'll be OK." "OK, you're OK." "Let's go!" "Zan!" "Zhenya!" "It's tear gas!" "Swain?" "Get the weapons." "Secure them, Swain." "Team Bravo, go, go, go!" "Go, go, go, go!" "You too." "I think I just breathed in a lot." "Just keep flushing." "Sorry about the tear gas." "I had no choice." "No, there's no complaints here, boss." "It's better than the CO2." "It's a take-down the SAS would've been proud of, sir." "Trust you - storming in there like a white knight." "Hey, that's my pleasure." "Oh." "Just remind me to return the favour one day." "You bet." "You bet." "All systems back online, Charge?" "Yes, sir." "And I've recharged the firefighting system with CO2." "Good work." "Well done, everyone." "The team works." "I'll take over, Swain." "Aye, sir." "Up ahead, both engines." "Revolutions 1800." "On the bridge." "Captain has the ship."