"Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "SITREP." "We're evacuating six Australian aid workers." "Intel reports insurgent groups are active in the area and are terrorising the local population and foreigners alike." "All non-essential personnel proceeding on the upper decks are to wear body armour." "I remind all personnel of our rules of engagement." "We are not to fire unless fired upon." "Speed and efficiency is the key here, team." "Let's get in, get our people and get out." "Stand by to go alongside." "Upper deck sentries, take your position." "Starboard 30." "Altering 025." "OK." "Yes, understood." "Stand by for a moment, please." "Sir, locals are blocking their vehicle and some of them are armed." "They'll have to find a way to push through." "We need them on that wharf in five minutes." "Yes, sir." "Bow thruster's showing high temp alarm, sir." "That's not what I need to be hearing as I'm about to put us alongside, Charge." "Is it the thruster or the sensor?" "My money's on the sensor but, you know," "Bill Gates here'd probably have something to say about that." "Alright, get someone down to the bow thruster compartment and check that sensor personally." "Make it fast." "Nav, we're gonna talk about that." "That was supposed to be fixed." "Yes, sir." "Hello..." "Sir, I've lost them." "Do you want to keep trying?" "Bet they wish they'd listened to their travel advisory." "I can see them." "Sir, they've made it." "Sir, thruster's online." "Roger." "That was a mortar." "Clear the upper decks." "All personnel, clear the upper decks at the rush." "Stand fast, cable party." "Nav, get us out of mortar range but maintain visual contact." "Account for all the crew, give me a damage report." "Sir." "Get out of the car." "Move!" "Move!" "Move, get out!" "Get out!" "Get out of the car!" "OK, alright." "It's alright, OK?" "Is it alright if I go and see if those guys are OK?" "SAS are flying out from Townsville for the extraction." "Townsville's at least six hours away, sir." "I know." "How are we going locating that mortar?" "This is roughly where the shells impacted." "They could have been fired from anywhere above the shoreline in this area." "How much of that's guesswork?" "Er, 60/40." "If they fire again, I can be more accurate." "Anything, Spider?" "Just lots of jungle so far, sir." "They're volunteer aid workers." "Leave them alone." "You know what they say about best intentions." "What?" "The road to hell is paved with them." "Shut up." "Contact." "Bearing 330, range 1,200 yards, sir." "Acquire target." "Typhoon aimer target." "Aimer target confirmed, sir." "Take it easy." "Come on, guys, there's no need for this." "We just want to get on the boat and get out of here." "Permission to fire typhoon, sir." "I just wanna give you something, alright?" "I'll just give you my watch." "Just a little something to go along with." "Alright?" "Thanks very much, guys." "Sir!" "Hold fire." "We're within our rules of engagement, sir." "Can't exacerbate this situation any further, X." "Have the RHIBs prepped and ready to go." "You're gonna have to run the gauntlet of that mortar." "If it fires again, it'll be taken out." "Hands to boarding stations." "Assume damage control state three condition voyage." "Stand by to launch both RHIBs." "Away sea boat, away sea boat." "Stand by to launch starboard RHIB." "Away sea boat, away sea boat." "Stand by to launch port RHIB." "Personally, I would have blown that mortar into next week." "Put your weapon down." "Drop your weapon!" "Put your weapon down..." "OK, stop, stop!" "We are the Australian Navy." "These are Australian citizens." "We will make way and you will let us take them aboard our ship." "Lower your weapons." "Lower your weapons!" "Alright, put your weapons down." "Lower them." "Don't let 'em go." "Right, make way." "Keep 'em here." "Make way." "Make way." "Make way." "This island belongs to me, woman." "Go away!" "OK, Buffer, we don't wanna provoke the situation." "Show him you mean him no harm." "Don't let 'em go." "All we want is our people and we will go." "You make way." "OK, let's move." "Let's move." "Ray Walsman." "How do you do?" "I want you to form into a tight group, gentlemen, and start moving forward - we'll take you to the ship." "Start moving forward." "Keep the pace up." "Start moving forward." "Move as fast as you can toward the boat." "You buy us." "We mean you no harm." "We go." "We go." "OK, get them moving, Swain." "We go." "You don't belong here, Aussies." "This is ours." "Follow me, gentlemen." "I'll find you somewhere comfortable to relax." "Mr Walsman, this is our Commanding Officer of the 'Hammersley' Lieutenant Commander Flynn." "Very glad to meet you, sir." "Oh, please, call me Mike." "Welcome aboard." "My friends and I would like to thank you for getting us out of there." "It took some guts what you did up on that wharf." "Stood right up to them, your executive officer did." "So did you, from what I saw." "Oh, well, that's thanks to my years of boardroom brawling." "What kind of aid work are you gentlemen doing here, if you don't mind me asking?" "Businessmen, mostly." "And, when we're not advising the government on economic reform, we're fishing out their stocks of marlin." "It's a shame they don't realise you're here to help." "Yeah, well, most bad things in this country come from somewhere else." "I can't blame them for being uncertain of our intentions." "We all here?" "Swain." "Where's Swain?" "Oh, he's..." "Here, boss." "Sorry." "Anzac bickies, anyone?" "Oh, thanks, Bomber." "They're still warm." "Fresh from the oven." "Smell's been driving me crazy." "You know we have six extra guests for dinner?" "Yes, sir." "Tonight's a choice of a nice red prawn curry served on jasmine rice, or I've got some spag bol for the plebs." "And what's the Chefo's recommendation?" "Uh, that'd be spag bol for you, Buff." "Is she settling in alright?" "Short fuse." "She won't cook chips, boss." "No, well, that's gonna have to change." "I like her chicken she did the other night." "It was good." "Anyway, well done today." "All departments." "It was a tough nut, and excellent outcome." "Make sure you pass that on." "Thanks." "Sir." "Nav, you wanna talk to me about that bow thruster." "Yes, sir..." "You let me down on that." "Techs were supposed to look at it on Tuesday." "I'm sorry, sir." "We lost power to the galley fridges." "Since we stood to lose all our perishables, that took priority." "Keeping the beer cold took priority over being able to accurately manoeuvre the ship?" "Sir, I signed off on it." "We're too far from home to be resupplied, and I concurred that keeping the ship in meals was more important." "We need to bolster electronics." "I've spoken to NAVCOM and persuaded them to give us an op relief." "That would be enormously helpful, sir." "Well, we pick him up tomorrow when we drop our guests off on HMAS 'Melbourne'" "I'm sure you'll put him to good use." "Yes, sir." "One last thing - Canberra is in the process of formalising a peacekeeping arrangement with the Samaru government." "So we can expect to be back here over the coming months!" "Great!" "That'd be the Solomons all over again." "'Hammersley', this is 'Melbourne'," "Boat transfer, my port-side." "Over." "Thanks!" "If you're ever by Truman Island, drop in for a drink!" "Will do." "Excuse me, sir, I've ordered our other RHIB to be launched to pick up our op relief." "Very good." "ET's being posted with us?" "Good to have the old gang back together." "Wouldn't you say?" "Yep." "Let's go!" "It's the creature from the deep!" "Well, I heard you fellas couldn't do without me!" "Yeah, right!" "It's good to see you again." "It's good to be here!" "Welcome back, ET." "Thank you, sir." "So, as you can see, the bridge is much roomier." "It sure is." "We're not all on top of each other." "Oh!" "This... this is the EOD." "The electro, um..." "Optical device." "EOD to you, mate." "Thanks, Spide." "So, what's the deal?" "You lock onto a subject and..." "Slave the Typhoon to it, and then you track with it." "Right." "Can you get your little technical head around that?" "Charge!" "They let you up here too, do they?" "Ooh, yeah." "Condition was I cleaned up my jokes." "And my calendars." "What is she wearing?" "I dunno." "I believe it's called a 'bikini top'" "Now, I thought I told you to confine her to your cabin." "I don't know how she got back up here, ma'am." "ET." "Sir." "The X has given you the cook's tour?" "She has, sir." "This is a great boat." "Let's see if we can't make it greater." "Grab a pen and paper." "I've got a defect list for you as long as your arm." "Sir." "N" " Nav, have you got a pen I could use?" "Thank you." "Alright, let's go." "First up, the sensor unit for the bow thruster." "Problem seems to be the thermostat." "Hey." "Look, Nikki, you can't hide from me forever." "We've got nothing to talk about." "I think we do." "Nikki." "You're gonna get us both kicked off the boat." "I'm sorry." "What are you doing here?" "The Commander Marshall made the request himself." "He knew I wanted a Cairns posting." "If I got picky about which one, he'd get suspicious." "You could've come up with something." "But I guess your priorities aren't with me - they're with the buffer and the swain." "You know that is not true!" "Couldn't stand to be away from your friends?" "Nikki!" "That is not true!" "I thought the idea of posting you off the boat was so that we..." "I've deleted your emails." "O" " OK." "I suppose we're gonna cancel that trip to Fraser Island." "No, no, we are not gonna cancel the trip." "We do everything that we've wanted to do - we just..." "Nikki, we just have to be discreet." "No-one has to know." "No, you are deluded if you think that we can have a relationship on a boat this size." "Even having this conversation could get us both kicked off." "You know what the crazy thing is?" "We waited 10 times longer than it actually lasted." "Commanding officer requested, bridge." "What is it?" "Robert." "Sir, we've got a yacht on the VHF." "requesting assistance in a search and rescue." "What is it, a man overboard?" "Sort of." "My name's Mike Flynn." "I'm the captain of this ship." "Hello, Captain." "Our dog's missing and we need your help." "What sort of dog is it?" "Over." "He's a border collie" " Henry." "The kids put him in the dinghy off the back of the boat." "Thought they'd test his sea legs." "Over." "You guys aren't playing a joke on me, are you?" "Do you know where he was cast adrift?" "Over." "About five nautical miles east of Gardiner Island around 11:30." "The kids are pretty upset." "It would be great if you could help." "Over." "Well, we'll keep an eye out, but can't promise anything, though." "Australian warship out." "No job too big or too small." "Alright, let's make a course for Gardiner Island, then swing south with the current." "Yes, sir." "See if we can't find Henry." "What's up, RO?" "Sir, we've got a $50 million warship, and we're out searching for a dog?" "Yeah." "Perhaps you'd like to inform NAVCOM, X." "Search and rescue exercise, perhaps, sir?" "SAR, X, very good." "Oh, come on, RO." "Imagine those kids' faces when they get their dog back." "What?" "Stiff and sunburnt?" "That's if it's not already shark meat." "Have your half-empty mug, if you've finished with it." "Everyone, you're on notice." "Bring your dirty mugs down to the galley when you're finished with them." "Otherwise, next time, you can be drinking out of cardboard." "Consider yourselves told." "Bomber, the dog's chances are not very healthy." "That's funny, RO." "I don't remember asking your opinion." "Well, I'm just being realistic." "Bomber's cut up about the dog." "Do you like dogs, do you, Bomber?" "Yeah, I like dogs." "I reckon you'd be a cat person." "Hate cats." "Definitely not a dog person." "I don't think much of dogs either." "I don't think you think much of anything, RO." "Yeah, real killjoy, isn't he?" "Spider..." "Get out of my way." "Move." "The dog is..." "What's that supposed to mean?" "The dog... dead?" "What?" "No." "Then what's... supposed to mean?" "Right." "Get out of my galley." "Go." "Move." "Now." "The day you outrank me you can tell me what to do." "What is your emotional attachment to the dog?" "I'm not emotionally attached to the dog, RO." "It doesn't look that way to me." "I had a dog once, that's all." "What happened to it?" "Nothing." "Hands to boarding stations." "Assume damage control state three." "Condition voyage." "Foreign fishing vessel on my port bow, this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'," "Stop or heave to." "I intend to board you." "This is Australian warship." "Stop or heave to." "I intend to board you." "Pass the warning again, Nav." "This is Australian warship." "Stop or heave to." "I intend to board you." "Depth 5m, shoaling." "We're running out of water here." "Depth 4m, shoaling." "Dammit." "Carry on the boarding party." "Australian Navy, sir." "Step back." "Step back, sir." "Sir." "Come up." "Up." "Come on, sir, please." "Follow me, sir." "Forward." "Come in, sir." "Stop there." "You too, sir." "Hurry up." "Forward." "Forward." "Stop there." "Vessel secured, boss." "Where are you from?" "Do any of you speak English?" "A little." "Where are you from?" "We're from Taiwan." "Originally, what nationality are you?" "Oh." "Hungary." "All three of you?" "Yes." "You from Taiwan?" "You failed to comply with our request to stop the boat." "Do you realise that you're in Australian waters?" "Australia." "You know where you are, sir." "You have GPS and maps." "Australia." "Why are you here?" "Fish." "We on holiday." "Travelling, you know, uh... through Asia, in Taiwan." "Uh... 'backpack'" "Backpack adventure holiday." "We take job on boat." "Bigger adventure than we thought." "He not such good fisherman." "ET?" "There's nothing in the hold." "This engine is shot." "There's oil everywhere." "We're gonna need Charge." "Hey, Charge." "Sir." "How'd you like the chance to get your hands dirty?" "Done." "Take the RHIB." "See what you can do about that engine." "Done." "Be a nice change not to have Bill Gates looking over my shoulder telling me what to do." "Hey, Charge." "Charge." "Sir." "Get over it." "Over it." "X, leave Spider on the FFV with Charge while he's fixing the engine." "You and the rest of the boarding party return to me." "Over." "Roger that, boss." "I like your watch." "Bali rip-offs." "Yeah, well, I guess you'd know." "Charge, it's a genuine Fauxlex." "Hey, I ever tell you about that time in Singapore with the spider monkey?" "Pretty clever for a monkey too, 'cause this one could play the accordion." "No, no, no." "Where do you think you're going?" "I need to use the WC." "Yeah, well, you'll have to WC over the side." "No, you can't go back there." "No." "Over the side." "OK." "Have it your way." "I'd cross my legs if I was you." "It's gonna be a long wait." "You right up there?" "You want me to come up?" "Nah, it's all good." "So you're in Singapore, there's a spider monkey, she's cute, you're a long way from home and there's alcohol involved." "Ugh!" "Yes, very funny, Spider." "The next thing I know, I wake up in my rack and we're under way and Singapore's a long way behind us and I've got a hangover like you would not believe." "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Playing a tiny accordion." "Spider?" "Spider?" "Spider?" "Spider!" "What?" "Oh." "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Oh!" "Oh..." "Spider." "Spider!" "Spider, alert the ship." "I'll follow them, keep them in visual contact." "Charlie 82, this is Sierra 82." "We need urgent assistance." "The crew have escaped." "They've got their own RHIB." "Charlie 82, this is X-ray 82." "We're approaching the FFV." "Over." "Where did they go?" "They had another RHIB!" "They just came out of nowhere." "How many?" "Just one in the boat, ma'am." "Were they armed?" "No, no." "Not that I saw." "Where's your weapon?" "I don't know." "Ma'am..." "I don't know what that's about." "OK, Spider, get in the boat." "Head inland." "Any sign of Charge?" "Here they are." "Go, go, go, go, go!" "Stay on them." "Spider, stand below with the Steyr." "Take aim." "Get in as close as you can." "Get along the port side, Halfy, the port side!" "Heave to!" "Heave to!" "Heave to!" "Cut them off, Half." "Cut them off!" "Where's Charge?" "Pull up alongside them, Halfy - as close as you can." "Buffer, forward on my order." "There!" "It's Charge!" "Turn back." "There." "Oh!" "Charge?" "Swain, Bomber - get in there when you can." "Charge, you OK, mate?" "You right?" "Get some pressure on those wounds!" "Mate, are you OK?" "You're gonna be OK, mate." "Get him back to the ship now." "Yes, ma'am." "Charlie 82, this is X-ray 82." "Be advised we've located Charge's RHIB." "He has sustained injuries requiring urgent medical assistance." "Swain is on board and they are en route to 'Hammersley' Over." "Copy that, X." "Let's turn around and get after them." "Let's go." "Got him, Swainy?" "Yep." "Get him up." "And down." "Alright." "Let's get him inside quick." "OK, lift on three - one, two, three." "Lift!" "OK, let's go, let's go, let's go." "OK." "Alright, look, he's lost a lot of blood." "Can you get an IV of Hartmann's solution ready, please?" "Er, Nav, can you help me with this, please?" "Has anyone organised Fleet Medical?" "Yes." "They're standing by to talk with you." "Thanks." "I need you to keep pressure on these wounds." "Can you just hold that down there?" "ARGGGH!" "Hey, hey, hey." "It's alright, mate." "It's alright." "Spider!" "Spider's fine, mate." "Spider's fine." "You probably saved his bacon." "He's passed out." "Wardroom, Fleet Medical on the line." "Patching through now." "Sir, this is the ship's swain, overseeing care of the patient." "I have a 41-year-old male, multiple puncture wounds to the abdominal area, six in total." "His pupils are equal and reactive, sir." "Yeah, we're just waiting on a BP now." "90 over 50." "90 over 50, sir." "OK." "Can we start the Hartmann's solution?" "We need to open it wide up." "Er, we've got to give his heart something to pump." "Scissors?" "Yeah." "Once he's stabilised, we'll transfer him to HMAS 'Melbourne'" "Yes, sir." "Do everything you can." "And we'll find the guys who did this." "Will do, sir." "You in?" "Yep." "OK." "Opening it up." "X, the radar's useless in those mangroves." "It's up to you." "Over." "Don't worry, boss." "We'll find them." "Kill the engine." "You hear that?" "It's over there." "They must be somewhere in here." "Let's move in further." "Just go easy, go easy." "Another?" "Yeah." "His pulse is thready, sir." "What he needs is blood." "Yes, sir, he's AB negative." "Yeah, I know, sir." "I'll get back to you." "Sir, I need someone with AB negative blood." "I don't have a chance to get down the records, so can you please ask?" "Anyone AB negative?" "Me, boss." "Permission to leave the bridge?" "Run." "I'm AB negative." "What?" "Quick." "Here." "We haven't met." "I'm the new chefo, Bomber Brown." "Yeah, nice to meet you, Bomber." "OK, we'll need to know about about any communicable diseases you might have." "Why?" "I need to know you're not gonna leave Charge with AIDS, hep C." "No, I don't have any of that, Swain." "Are you an IV drug user?" "No." "Alright, just go like this." "Do you engage in unsafe sexual practices?" "Mate, I've gotta ask." "I've been living like a monk, Swain." "Alright." "OK." "Here we go." "We don't have time to bag it." "It's going in direct." "That's it." "I wanna know what he's got." "He's lucky you're here, mate." "Warship 'Hammersley', this is warship 'Melbourne'," "Your sea boat is clear to make their approach to my port side to conduct transfer of injured personnel." "Over." "Charge is away, sir." "Very good." "Can I swap?" "Yeah, sure." "SITREP, X. Over." "We're tracking 300." "About 1,000 yards west of the main river." "We believe the Zodiac is north-west of our current position." "Over." "If the Zodiac is north-west of them, that places it here." "Up here, the river mouth forks west and east." "West is inland, east is back out towards the river mouth and open water." "Bring up the roads in this area." "Um, the nearest is 65 clicks away." "There could be dirt tracks, but they're not marked." "Well, if they do have support, it's not inland." "It's too remote." "Contact - here." "Marking contact." "Apparently, there's blood in those veins, ET." "Aye, sir." "Good work." "Bring up that contact on the EOD - bearing 355, range seven miles." "Aye, sir." "Got him." "That's gotta be the support vessel." "X, 500m upriver of your position, the river branches east and west." "Advise you proceed east - I say again, proceed east." "Must be making for open water to RV with the mother ship." "Over." "Roger that, sir." "Increase to full, Nav." "I want us between the cruiser and that river mouth." "Aye, sir." "Revolutions, 2000." "Revolutions, 2000." "X!" "I order you to heave to or we will fire on you!" "Drop your weapons!" "Ease it back." "Captain, X. Weapons sighted." "Repeat, weapons sighted." "Captain copy." "Proceed with caution, X. Over." "ETA to intercept, Nav?" "Eight minutes, sir." "The cruiser is approaching the river mouth." "Bearing 220, estimated speed, 30 knots." "What depth are they operating in?" "Two to three metres." "We can't get in that close." "Get down!" "We're under fire - repeat, under fire." "X" " Ray 82, stand down immediately." "and return to 'Hammersley' now." "Over." "Roger, boss." "We almost had them, X. I know, Buff." "What's the word on Charge?" "He's being transferred off 'Melbourne' in a Seahawk and medivaced to Cairns Hospital - straight to surgery." "You know, just before it happened, he was telling me a story about a spider monkey." "Yeah, when he was in Singapore on the 'Swan'" "You guys heard it?" "That was a good story, that one." "Charge has always got crazy stories like that." "He didn't get to finish this one." "You guys wanna tell me how it finished?" "He'll tell you when he gets back." "Yep." "I hope it's a happy ending." "Come in." "How's Charge?" "Still in surgery." "Air force have been tasked to assist the Feds in searching for the cruiser." "They've been fairly exhaustive, I'm told." "Er..." "That's my report." "OK." "Thanks." "You left two armed personnel to guard a crew of fishermen." "Standard operating procedure, last I looked." "You didn't do anything wrong." "These men, they were different, and I should've realised that." "I'm sorry." "Damn." "Here." "Godammit." "Kate, we were caught short this time." "It won't happen again." "They were military." "They were trained." "I just wanna know who they were, what they were doing here." "An interpreter may be able to get some information out of the FFV skipper when we hand him over." "I doubt it." "Some days are diamonds, eh?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Broadening your skill base, Bomber?" "That's good." "Passing through the search area." "I thought maybe..." "Henry the dog?" "Yeah." "Of course." "There's been no news on Charge yet." "Contact, bearing 015, range 4 miles." "Where?" "There." "It's feint." "Run the EOD on it." "Hmm?" "Oh." "Aww!" "Oh." "Told ya!" "Alright, let's let that family know we've found their dog." "Might give you the honour, RO." "Oh, thanks, boss." "Baby!" "Oh!" "Sir?" "Hospital on the sat phone." "Yeah." "OK." "Thanks for the call." "Do you hear there?" "Captain speaking." "He was operated on last night at Cairns Hospital." "Apparently, there were some complications and he required some more surgery early this morning." "This second surgery was a success." "He's currently in Intensive Care in a serious but stable condition and his doctor expects him to make a full recovery." "That's all." "Can't kill the Charge."