"DUTCHY:" "2Dads, might need to step it up, mate." "We've gotta get these provisions off the dock asap." "Fair go, Dutch." "I reckon I've got swine flu." "Worm flu, more like it." "Told you not to eat that worm in the bottom of the bottle." "Alright, thanks for that, Charge." "Sir, our orders to sail have come through at 1130 hours." "OK, X. How was breakfast?" "It was fine." "Dutchy found a great little place in town." "X, I've got a present for you." "What is it?" "It's a surprise." "BOMBER:" "Bit heavy for you, RO?" "Alright. 20 minutes, we'll be out of here." "(MAN AND WOMAN BICKER INDISTINCTLY)" "I don't know!" "You pack everything." "You told me not to touch." "You have no idea!" "What do you mean, I have no idea?" "I try to help and you tell me I have no idea?" "(BOTH CONTINUE ARGUING)" "(SCREAMS) Oh, my God!" "(YELLS) Hey!" "Somebody, please!" "Please, somebody, help me!" "(WOMAN CONTINUES YELLING)" "Hold him, please." "Please!" "Bring it here!" "Oh, my baby!" "(GRUNTS)" "Please, I can't swim!" "SWAIN:" "He's OK." "He's OK, ma'am." "He's OK." "Oh, thank you." "Thank you so much." "It's alright." "Here." "DUTCHY:" "Boss, here!" "Boss, grab the ring!" "It's alright!" "Come on." "Grab it!" "Get him up." "How's the baby?" "Fine, boss." "He's fine." "Come on." "You OK?" "Yeah." "Thank you, thank you." "I'm Anton Gorski." "I owe you my life and the life of my son." "Captain has the ship." "(ALL CHEER)" "Alright, you've had your fun." "Knock it off." "Lap it up, boss." "You deserve it." "Everyone on this ship would've done the same thing." "Huh!" "Sir, I'm picking up a pan-pan call from vessel 'Jeanette J'." "What's a pan-pan call?" "One level below a mayday call." "Not grave or imminent danger, but it's still serious." "Sir, I've just picked it up on AIS." "'Jeanette J' - she's an oceanographic vessel approximately 9 nautical miles north-north-east of us." "Did you get details, RO?" "Oh, the gentleman on the line, he's saying he's discovered something, it's unclear what." "Frankly, he sounds inebriated." "Boss, Commander White." "Put it through to my cabin." "X, take the ship." "Set course for the 'Jeanette J'." "Sir." "RO, let the vessel know we're responding." "Sir." "Maxine." "You had a chance to look at the new list I sent?" "Uh, yeah." "As a matter of fact," "I spent half the night researching your candidates." "And?" "I gotta be honest here." "None of them are capable of taking command." "I give you a hand in finding your replacement as a courtesy and if I didn't know you better," "I might think that you were using candidate unsuitability not to return to your position here." "That's just not the case, Maxine." "You just haven't recommended anyone yet who I think is capable of the job." "OK, I tell you what." "Why don't YOU add names to the list who YOU think are suitable and send it to ME?" "Given that silence, I take it you think that's a great idea." "Looking forward to getting your list, Mike." "Oh, sir, we're coming up on the oceanographic vessel now." "What did Knocker want?" "She hear about your heroic exploits?" "Oh, no." "She was just hassling me about 'Hammersley's replacement CO." "You found anyone suitable yet?" "All her candidates were hopeless." "I wouldn't let them command a tugboat, let alone a warship." "Pipe boarding stations, X. Yes, sir." "XO:" "Mr Mason." "Yeah." "Stuart." "I'm Lieutenant McGregor." "You put out a pan-pan call, sir?" "There's something I want to show you." "You mapping out here on the reef, sir?" "Yeah, doing research on coral decline." "Growth rates are at their slowest in 400 years." "There's just too much acidity and carbon dioxide in the water." "(GRUNTS) Who put that there?" "What did you want to show us, Mr Mason?" "There was a fishing boat here a couple of hours ago." "I saw him through my binos drop something overboard." "When I finally got to map the area, this is what I found." "DUTCHY:" "It looks like a body." "DUTCHY:" "Steady!" "Steady." "It was tied to an old boat engine block with nylon rope." "Heave in on the recovery line." "Mr Mason, how long ago did you see this fishing boat?" "Four and a bit hours ago now." "She headed off to the north." "You didn't get the name of the vessel?" "My eyesight's not that good, Captain, even through binoculars." "None of the crew saw it, so..." "Could you at least give my XO a description of it?" "Oh, I don't know." "I mean..." "I reckon it was a beam trawler." "Could've been an outrigger." "Boss." "Yep." "Go ahead, Swaino." "Contact bearing 3-5-5." "Range - 9 nautical miles, sir." "Unlikely, but let's get it on EOD." "It's an outrigger." "Wheelhouse forward, working deck aft." "What's the speed?" "Barely moving, sir." "Three to four knots." "A boat involved in a murder wouldn't just be hanging around the general vicinity." "It matches Mason's description, though." "Not that he's totally reliable." "Fishing trawler in position 11 degrees, 35 south, 143 degrees, 15 east, this is Australian warship calling you on channel 16." "We're conducting routine boardings in the area." "We request permission to board you as a training exercise." "Your captain said a couple of minutes." "Been more like 20." "We appreciate the cooperation, Mr Cavanaugh." "We don't get a chance to do a lot of these boardings so the training for us is invaluable." "Swain?" "Have you got a TVH and a manifest I could look at?" "Yeah." "I'll need to assemble all of your crew on deck." "you're looking at them." "Right, here's the manifest and TVH for Spanish mackerel." "Captain, X." "The boat is licensed, manifests in order and all the crew accounted for - over." "What does your gut instinct tell you, X?" "X, the hold's empty." "No fish below." "Only been out for a couple of days." "Must be El Niño." "Reckon these Spanish mackerel speak the lingo. (CHUCKLES)" "Here's your paperwork." "Go on, boys." "On to it." "Sir, my instinct tells me that this boat is dodgy." "But apart from having no fish on board, there is no evidence to confirm that, sir." "OK, X, head back to the ship." "We'll continue to shadow them until we decide on a course of action - over." "Copy that." "X, NAVCOM have ID'd the dead man " "Rowan Wells, convicted drug trafficker." "The Feds lost sight of him four days ago in Cairns." "They were surveilling him?" "They suspect he was importing large amounts of cocaine - bringing it in from PNG - but they didn't know how he was doing it." "Well, he won't be doing it any longer." "Sir, the Feds sent through another photo." "That's Derek Cavanaugh with him." "Master of the trawler?" "It was taken a week ago." "Right, RO, get on to NAVCOM." "Sir." "We'll retreat below the horizon, monitor the boat on EOD." "Yes, sir." "Why don't you get some sleep?" "The Feds won't be here till the morning." "Until then, it's just a case of keeping tabs." "No, I'm OK." "Sir, a radar contact I've been monitoring has just changed course." "It looks like it's en route to the fishing trawler." "Dutchy, can you pick it up?" "DUTCHY:" "Sir." "Contacts are converging." "Get in closer." "It looks like they're transferring a very large pallet across." "You said the Feds didn't know how Wells was bringing drugs into the country." "Are we gonna wait till morning to find out?" "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Australia navy." "Hands in the air." "Back against the wall." "Get down on the ground." "What the hell are you doing on my boat?" "Off!" "Keep your hands where we can see them." "Captain, X. Deck is secure." "Minimal resistance." "Over." "Copy that, X." "We're monitoring that other vessel on radar." "Check out that pallet." "Over." "OK, what is this?" "Another training exercise?" "We have reason to believe that you have just received a shipment of drugs, Mr Cavanaugh." "Are you kidding me?" "Open the pallet." "DUTCHY:" "It's cable, ma'am." "The Feds don't look too happy." "Understatement, X." "Not only did we not catch Cavanaugh with drugs, but we've alerted him to the fact he's a person of interest." "Sir." "MAN:" "Commander." "X, can you grab the EOD surveillance tapes?" "They're on my desk in my cabin." "Cavanaugh's boat arrived in port early this morning." "We've got eyes on it, but there's no sign of Cavanaugh." "He must have transferred to another vessel en route." "MIKE'S VOICE:" "All the candidates were hopeless." "They couldn't command a tugboat, let alone a warship." "(TAPS DOOR WITH FOOT)" "What are you typing?" "A transfer request." "I am sick of it." "I have had enough." "I want off the ship." "RO ON INTERCOM:" "XO, bridge." "Another Fourex, thanks, mate." "(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)" "Ugh." "(ON RECORDING) you've called Kate McGregor." "Leave a message." "Hey." "Hey." "What are you doing?" "Come join the others." "I don't think I'll be much company tonight." "Why's that?" "I've decided to transfer off the ship." "What?" "Why?" "Bigger and better opportunities on a big ship." "What sort of opportunities are you looking for?" "Professional or personal ones?" "Come on, one drink." "Come on!" "One." "Oh, Captain, my Captain." "(CHUCKLES)" "Mr..." "Mason." "Stuart Mason." "I take it you're in port to give a statement to the Feds." "That, and I've got a job interview." "Job interview?" "I thought you'd be busy mapping the reef." "More money to be made finding fish." "Fishermen pay top dollar for the use of my boat and equipment." "Right." "And whoever's funding your research, do they know that?" "Nup. (LAUGHS)" "Cheers, Captain." "You didn't have to help me home." "I'm afraid I did." "(GRUMBLES AND MUTTERS)" "Taxi driver wasn't going to deal with you himself." "This one?" "Oh, very nice." "(GRUNTS) (CHUCKLES)" "There you go." "You OK?" "Thanks, Captain." "you're a lovely man, Captain." "you're a lovely man." "Come on." "There's room for two." "Come on." "That'll be a negative, Mr Mason." "Goodnight." "Alright, Captain." "Thank you." "(CHUCKLES)" "Mr Mason." "I did call out." "There was no-one up top." "Yeah." "Who are you?" "Derek Cavanaugh." "We spoke on the radio about hiring your boat." "Yeah." "Uh, you were looking for fish." "Actually, it's not about fish." "It's a little more delicate." "So what are we looking for?" "A mini sub." "I lost contact with it a couple of days ago." "I know the general area, but I need your equipment and expertise to locate it." "A mini sub?" "I use it to do a bit of salvage work on the side." "Yeah, sounds, uh, feasible." "If you'll excuse me, though," "I was just about to go to the bathroom." "Of course." "(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) It's not me." "It's not mine." "(ON RECORDING) you've called Kate McGregor." "Leave a message." "Yeah, Kate, listen." "It's Mike." "I'm on Stuart Mason's boat and Cavanaugh is here." "He wants to hire Mason to find a mini sub he's lost." "It's gotta be a drug sub." "It explains why they needed the salvaging cable and how they're bringing the drugs in." "(KNOCK AT DOOR) CAVANAUGH:" "Mr Mason." "Can you come out, please?" "Uh, yeah." "Hang on." "(FLUSHES TOILET)" "Mr Cavanaugh, I've thought about your offer." "Unfortunately, my research work does take precedence." "(BANGS ON DOOR)" "I don't need your help to stand up." "This man tells me he's Stuart Mason, the oceanographer, which begs the question, who the hell are you?" "Oh, ma'am, we're ready to set sail." "We've just got one tiny, little problem." "What is it?" "No CO." "No-one's seen him all morning." "According to the peg board, he's off the boat, and he's not answering his mobile." "Oh, no." "That'll just go through to MessageBank." "Just..." "I've already left 3 messages." "RO!" "MIKE ON RECORDING:" "Yeah, Kate, listen." "It's Mike." "I'm on Stuart Mason's boat and Cavanaugh is here." "He wants to hire Mason to find a mini sub he's lost." "It's gotta be a drug sub." "It explains why they needed the salvaging..." "Come with me." "OK, what time was that?" "OK, thank you." "The harbour master says" "Mason's boat sailed out just before midnight." "More than eight hours ago." "Yeah." "We know their general heading, though." "Where we boarded them." "It must be where they lost contact with the drug sub." "RO, get NAVCOM on the line." "Yes, ma'am." "Dutchy, prepare to take the ship." "Yes, ma'am." "Well, I know you're navy and I definitely recognise your voice, Commander Flynn." "So why don't you just tell me what I want to know?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Ohh!" "I want to know everything the Feds and the navy know about my business." "All I want from you is Coastwatch's security frequency, alright?" "I don't know anything about that." "No?" "Alright." "Arggh!" "Here is the deal." "You give me the frequency and the pain will stop." "I can listen in, find out what they know about my business and you can get a well-earned rest." "Come on, Flynnie." "What do you say?" "Oh, that was a silly thing to do, wasn't it?" "Huh?" "Arggh!" "(GROANS)" "Ohh!" "(GRUNTS)" "Pick him up." "This is where we picked up the body and this is where we caught up with Cavanaugh's trawler." "That's pretty much a straight line from Daru to Cape York." "So the width of the search area is small, but the length..." "RO, have you got anything from Coastwatch yet?" "Not yet, ma'am." "X, the sonar buoy's deployed." "Already onto it, ma'am." "OK, good." "If they are using Mason's boat to find their sub, they'll be emitting a signal." "I want as many ears listening for it as we can afford." "Yes, ma'am." "Hey, we'll find him." "You know, this is my fault." "It's no-one's fault, X." "I deliberately dropped his call last night." "Why would you do that?" "CHARGE:" "Ma'am." "I think I've got... something." "It's a fair way off." "Yeah, I've got it too." "It's a high-frequency output." "It's similar to a minehunter or hydrographic survey ship." "It could be their sonar." "OK, RO, see if you can home in on it and give us a course to steer." "Hey, come on." "Just give me the frequency, OK?" "Just give me the frequency and we can all get some sleep." "You give me the frequency now!" "NOW!" "I'll give you the frequency." "You will?" "I'll give it to you." "Go on." "Give it to me now." "Come on." "Ohh!" "(SIGHS) This is getting really tedious." "Ohh!" "You are a naughty boy." "Mason's found the sub." "All clear." "Really?" "And the boss just called." "Said he'll be here within the hour to get the drugs." "He wants Mason and the navy man put in the sub." "He'll tow it to deeper water, get rid of it." "Party time." "Grab him." "The signal's gone, ma'am." "XO:" "What?" "It's gone." "Nothing." "They must have found the sub." "Hold our course to the signal's last known position." "CAVANAUGH:" "Alright, hurry up." "Let's go." "Now!" "Ugh!" "Don't worry about the smell." "They're dead." "Just get the stuff out." "I'm sorry." "I had to help them." "There was nothing else I could do." "Come on, come on." "Hurry it up." "Alright, that's the last of it." "They didn't deserve to die like that." "They knew the risks." "(HORN BLARES IN DISTANCE)" "Alright, there's the boss." "Get them into the sub now." "Please." "Come on." "You don't have to do this." "Please, come on!" "Get him!" "Go!" "We've got the signal back." "Don't lose it, RO." "Get him in there." "God, it stinks!" "(GRUNTS)" "Nighty-night!" "We salvaged all the gear, boss." "We're just tying up a few loose ends." "I'm Anton Gorski." "I owe you my life and the life of my son." "I've got a contact - 0-3-0." "Range - 14 miles." "Contact's on a heading of 1-7-0..." "That's Mason's boat." "Chart a course for intercept." "Swain, pipe boarding stations." "Ma'am." "X, where are you going?" "To lead the boarding." "Ma'am, you're acting CO." "You can't leave the ship." "I, um..." "I'll go, X." "Secondaries off." "2Dads, Bomber, you take the starboard side." "Oh, not again!" "You gotta be kidding me." "Australian navy!" "Back of the boat!" "Back of the boat now." "To the back of the boat." "Come on, fellas." "What's this about?" "Where's Mike Flynn?" "I don't know a Mike Flynn." "2Dads, Bomber, with me." "It's not your boat." "Where's the owner of the vessel?" "Wouldn't have a clue." "I hired it off a Stuart Mason to find some fish." "Right, so where's Mr Mason?" "I've got no idea, big fella." "He was a bit under the weather." "BOMBER:" "Boss?" "Anything?" "Nothing." "No sign of him, Dutchy." "Boss?" "2DADS:" "Boss?" "!" "'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'." "SITREP?" "No sign of anyone below decks, X." "Where is he?" "2Dads, give us a hand here." "On the count of three." "Ready?" "One, two, three." "We found him, X. Dutchy, is he OK?" "2DADS:" "Boss?" "It's OK." "Stop struggling." "(WOMAN SCREAMS)" "Negative, X. It's not the CO." "It's the mother of the baby he saved." "What the hell is going on over there?" "Stand by, X." "Ma'am, ma'am, I need you to calm down and tell me what's going on." "What are you doing here?" "My husband, Anton Gorski." "What about him?" "He had Rowan killed." "Rowan Wells?" "Rowan was my lover." "He told Cavanaugh to take care of me in the same way." "Dutchy, X. Over." "Go ahead." "Can she tell us where the boss is?" "Does she know anything?" "Ma'am, do you know where Mike Flynn is?" "He's in submarine." "Anton's taken it to deep water to sink it." "DUTCHY ON RADIO:" "He's in the sub." "Anton's towing it into deep water to sink it." "RO, they can't be to the south of our current position." "We would've picked them up on radar." "But most of this area is uncharted." "They'd be working off the same information as us." "He wouldn't want to tow the sub too far." "Uh, here, ma'am." "There's a deep trench here just south of Bramble Cay." "It's the deepest part of the strait." "They could be using that." "OK." "Dutchy, X. Over." "DUTCHY:" "Yeah, go ahead." "I'm sending a second RHIB to collect everybody and bring them back here." "I want your team in the RHIB heading north-east." "Once you're in the water, I'll vector you into position." "RO, you redirect that Coastwatch flight to south of Bramble Cay." "Coastwatch, this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'." "Dutchy, Coastwatch have spotted something semisubmerged." "It could be the sub." "Come port 35 degrees." "Copy that." "Come to port 35 degrees." "I've got a visual!" "Right ahead!" "DUTCHY: 'Thunder' to 'Hammersley'." "We have a visual." "Repeat, we have a visual of the sub." "Coastwatch, we have a visual." "Dutchy, have you got anything?" "Nothing so far, X." "Swain." "SWAIN:" "Half in." "X, we've found, uh... (TEARFULLY) Go ahead, Dutchy." "We've found evidence of human remains." "Over." "Copy that." "Sorry, ma'am." "NAVCOM are sending out search vessel 'Paluma'." "They will sweep and, uh and they'll collect." "Cavanaugh?" "He's in Austere with his crew." "Sylvanna's in the wardroom, Swain." "You wanna have a look at her?" "Sure." "Gorski's out there somewhere." "We've still got unfinished business." "Cavanaugh's not saying anything." "What about Sylvanna?" "Here." "This will help with your headache." "I don't know what Anton's planning." "He has an exit strategy in case he needs to leave quickly, but he never shared his plans with me." "He's gotta offload the drugs before he skips the country." "Do you know where he's taking them?" "All I know is his contact is in Cairns." "What sort of boat was he driving?" "X, Commander White's on the phone." "She's been fully briefed on the situation." "I'll take the call in..." "in the CO's cabin." "Dutchy, go up and take the ship." "Head for Cairns, maximum speed." "And you get a description of Gorski's boat." "RO:" "XO, Commander White." "(SHAKILY) Commander White, Lieutenant McGregor speaking." "Kate, how are you holding up?" "I'm..." "I'm sorry for your loss, but now is the time for strength, Kate." "you're acting commanding officer of 'Hammersley'." "I understand, ma'am." "We are currently steaming for Cairns." "We believe Gorski is heading there with a shipment of drugs." "Alright, I'll put the port on alert." "Now, the Federal Police have been notified." "We will do everything we can to catch this man." "Lieutenant McGregor, you have a patrol to finish and a ship to bring in." "You can do this." "I don't know that I can." "Well, Mike Flynn obviously thought you were capable." "He added your name to my list of candidate cos." "I'm sorry." "He added my name?" "He rejected my list and he put your name right at the top." "So if Mike Flynn thinks you are CO material who are you or I to doubt that?" "DUTCHY:" "Charge, can you give us any more revs?" "I wish I could, Dutchy, but we're right at the limit." "I have the ship." "Dutchy has the conn." "SITREP?" "X, we're currently travelling at full speed at approximately 285 miles north of Cairns." "Nothing to report." "(MOUTHS)" "We are not giving up." "The man who killed our commanding officer is out there somewhere." "If Gorski is heading for Cairns, we WILL catch up with him." "I have a contact, bearing 1-9-5." "Range - 6 miles." "Got nothing on AIS." "2Dads, bring it up on the EOD." "That's him." "Swain, pipe boarding stations." "Full Kevlar, extra plates." "SWAIN:" "Hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations..." "I'll take it, X. Not this time, Charge." "Ma'am, you can't." "Stuff protocol, Charge." "You have the ship." "XO:" "Secondaries off." "Just get us in there." "Prepare to fire at my command." "(GUNFIRE)" "Three-round burst of the Typhoon across her bow." "CHARGE:" "Three-round burst, 100 yards ahead of the bow." "Make it 50." "Copy that - 50." "Engage!" "Starboard." "Take us in starboard." "(GUNFIRE)" "Engage!" "Target on the upper deck." "Starboard!" "Starboard!" "MAN:" "On the ground now!" "Get down!" "You, on the ground!" "Get down, get down!" "Get down!" "Both of you, now!" "Get down right now!" "Hands behind your back." "(YELLING CONTINUES UPSTAIRS)" "(BOTH GRUNT)" "Ohh!" "(GRUNTS) Ohh!" "X, just put the gun down." "X, lower your gun." "Kate." "Put your gun down." "Give me the gun." "Give me the gun." "OK, 2Dads." "2DADS:" "Get up." "Get up, I said." "You OK?" "I just need a minute." "Sure." "(WHIMPERS)" "(THUDDING)" "(THUDDING CONTINUES)" "(MIKE MOANS) OK, OK." "OK." "(GROANS) Are you alright?" "Are you alright?" "You alright?" "I thought that you were I thought that you were dead." "(MURMURS) I thought you were dead." "(MIKE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)" "Not a pretty picture, hey?" "You look a lot better than poor Mr Mason." "Two other dead crew on that sub." "Cavanaugh mentioned my name to Anton." "If it wasn't for his so-called debt of honour..." "What was he gonna do with you?" "Said he was gonna have me released after he was out of the country." "Handover's complete, boss." "I should check you out." "As soon as I've had a shower, Swain." "The mighty Mike Flynn, hey?" "You OK?" "Yeah." "Well, at least you don't have to beat yourself up now for dropping his call." "Oh, sorry, can you just?" "Dutchy." "The reason that I dropped the boss's call was..." "Because you were out having a good time with friends and you didn't want to be bothered with ship's business." "Yeah, that's right." "Dutchy." "Dutchy, I..." "It's OK, X." "It is." "Really." "Thank you." "The one up the back." "Yep." "Sir, it's good to have you back." "Good to be back, RO." "you're starting to look like your old self again, sir." "I don't know if I'll be winning any beauty pageants, Charge." "Don't know why I'd be entering any." "(LAUGHS)" "Bomber and Swain did a pretty good job patching me up." "One of the more enjoyable jobs I've had to do as second medic." "I'm gonna miss you guys." "Not as much as we'll miss you." "What do you think, Bird?" "This navy life, is it all worth it?" "Yeah, I reckon it's OK, sir." "Great." "Yeah, so your coordinate is wrong." "So who has the ship?" "I do, sir." "Very good." "Take us home, X."