"Swain." "Sally." "Hello, Mike." "How's things going?" "Oh, not at all at the moment." "But you must be getting close." "Because I'm the size of a house, you mean." "I didn't mean that." "Oh, I do." "Time this one left home, I think." "Mmm." "Had another ultrasound and everything's fine." "It's just gonna be another couple of weeks, that's all." "If you can have him ashore when it happens, you've got a fan for life." "I'll do everything I can." "Nice to see you again, Sally." "See you on board, Swain." "Sir." "Dr Lee." "Can I have a word?" "I have to be somewhere else in a minute." "It's about Carl Davies, the fisherman we brought in." "Crocodile attack?" "That's the one." "The Federal Police are all over that one." "They're practically living here." "Dr Lee?" "Room 7 looking for you." "Sorry." "Gotta go." "Can I help you?" "Mike Flynn, captain of 'Hammersley'" "Dr George Poulos." "I'm head of the Emergency Services here." "I think we've met on the radio from time to time." "I was asking about Carl Davies." "He's the third person we've brought in connected with Bright Island." "And?" "I was wondering whether he had the same toxin as the other two." "And Dr Lee said?" "Er, nothing." "I'm very pleased to hear that." "You're not a relative, are you?" "No, but my crew members had to go ashore there and may have to do so again." "I'm after a risk assessment." "Understandable, but there are ethical questions involved here." "You'll have to go through appropriate channels." "Good to have met you." "Goodbye." "Here as a patient, Lieutenant?" "Nothing trivial, I hope?" "NAVCOM got you stalking me now?" "No, sir, but I am here to see you." "What is it?" "You're here making inquiries about the Bright Island deaths?" "How would you know that?" "Educated guess." "People are starting to say you're obsessed." "I'd be very careful if I were you, Lieutenant." "Don't get me wrong." "I think you should be." "I think we all should be." "You're suspicious?" "Seconded to J3 from Intelligence." "I trade in suspicion." "Listen, the navy's been locked out on this one, and, like you, I wanna know why." "But that's not all you wanna say?" "Oh, it's just I thought you might like to know that there is, er, some kind of operation on or near Bright Island tomorrow." "Good morning, sir." "Oh!" "Very nice, Swain." "Can you make out what it is?" "You said it was an ultrasound of your baby." "I meant a boy or a girl?" "They haven't told you?" "No, Sally wants a surprise, but I think I wanna know." "Hmm." "What variety do you want?" "I don't know, really." "Set course for Bright Island, Nav." "That wasn't in the original operations plan, sir." "It's the plan now, Nav." "Yes, sir." "I brought you a brew." "Ta." "What time is it?" "Oh, 7:20." "Oh, thanks for waking me." "Guess where we're going." "Bright Island?" "How close are we, Nav?" "At our current speed, two hours, sir." "Morning, X. Another great navy day." "I guess it is, sir." "Call me when we're half an hour out." "Sir?" "A radar contact with another fast-moving vessel heading towards it." "Rendezvous at sea." "Could be a fishing boat making a rendezvous with the mother ship." "Let's take a look." "Make it so, Nav." "Aye, sir." "Starboard 10." "Steer 3-1-0." "Starboard 10, ma'am." "Steer 3-1-0." "Doesn't look like they're doing much fishing." "No, sir." "That Zodiac, Nav." "Any idea where it came from?" "It came from the direction of yet another vessel, sir." "Whatever it is, it isn't moving." "Even more suss." "Let's take a look." "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Hands to boarding stations." "Assume damage control state three, position Yankee." "Down on one." "Make the call by voice, Nav." "Cast off line." "Civilian cruiser on my port bow, this is Australian warship." "Stop." "Heave to." "I intend to board you." "What the hell are the Federal Police doing there?" "Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2." "Sorry, boss, you're breaking up." "X- ray 2, this is Charlie 2." "That cruiser has Federal Agents Murphy..." "Sorry, boss, I'm not getting that." "I'll try again once we've boarded." "Stay put, fellas." "Greg." "Alicia." "I take it we interrupted something?" "This operation's been planned for months and you trampled all over it." "One word - one simple piece of communication to NAVCOM and we would have steered..." "We couldn't afford any leaks." "You don't trust the navy?" "These people are running conflict diamonds from West Africa to fund terror groups in our region." "They don't trust anyone." "The fewer people who knew about the operation, the better." "I thought we were on the same side." "We are, which is why I checked with NAVCOM where you were headed on this patrol." "Why?" "Our targets nominated a rendezvous point close to Bright Island, and knowing your obsession with the place," "I wanted to make sure that you weren't nearby." "NAVCOM told me you wouldn't..." "Obsession with Bright Island!" "That's the second time I've heard that accusation in two days." "Well, it seems you changed your plans." "Why?" "The silent service, huh?" "And you preach to me about communication." "Come on, Alicia." "Let's get out of here." "X, see our guests back to their vessel." "I heard you're a cowboy, Flynn." "This isn't the end of it." "I'll be lodging an official complaint." "Expect a rocket." "I'm sure the navy will be overwhelmed with your version of events, Murphy." "The Feds are a bunch of girls." "They wouldn't get half their job done without us." "They'd be pleased to hear that." "Hey, what do you reckon?" "Definitely looks like a peanut, Swaino." "Lifetime financial commitment." "Scary." "What is wrong with you blokes?" "I'm gonna get my lunch." "So who was the other person who accused you of being obsessed with Bright Island?" "Your friend and mine, Lieutenant Darryl Smith." "Wanna make it three in a row?" "Thank you, X. Nice to know where you stand." "You should be thinking about your career." "If anyone questions the use of navy time..." "And who's going to do that?" "Not me." "Something is going on there." "I'm sure the Feds have it in hand." "We have other work we need to get on with." "Gallagher's a crook." "I can't let him get away with this." "Do you think it's wise taking him on?" "No, not wise." "Necessary." "Captain, sir." "Navigator." "We've just received a VHF distress call from a cargo vessel indicating that she's taking on water." "Roger, Nav." "I'll be right up." "Seems you have your way, X." "Station calling, this is Australian warship - over." "Australian warship, this is the 'P acific Investigator'," "We're taking in water and need assistance." "This is Horst Wenders, the ship's master." "Over." "Getting wet for a change, eh, Charge?" "Dragging me away from my engines." "Someone's gonna pay for this." "Cast off bow now." "Clip!" "Yep." "Gotta say, I never expected the navy." "G'day, sir." "Buffer." "Alright." "How are you, mate?" "G'day." "Welcome aboard." "Horst Wenders, captain of the ship." "This is my first mate, Jake Andrews." "I'm Lieutenant McGregor and this is our engineer, Chief Petty Officer Thorpe." "Maybe someone can take him below to assess damage." "Jake, you wanna take the engineer below, show them the situation, explain what's going on?" "Yep." "This way." "Buffer?" "Spider?" "Yes, ma'am?" "You go with them." "Alright, ma'am." "Sorry about this." "We had some repairs done in Denpasar, thought the problem was fixed, but it seems I was wrong." "What's the problem now?" "Shipping water, dodgy pump - you name it." "There's no way of getting another ship out here to transfer the cargo?" "It all depends on what your engineer's got to say." "Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2." "Charge has gone below deck to take a look." "There's a problem with one of the pumps." "She's not looking good." "Over." "If they have to abandon ship, how many crew are we talking about?" "Over." "Did you hear that?" "Five including me." "This is a nightmare." "It's five including the master." "Over." "OK." "We can cope with that." "Over and out." "My first command, and this happens." "Yeah, I'm sorry." "I can only imagine how..." "Can you do anything?" "Mate, you've got water coming in from everything." "Pump's still on, so repairs are out of the question." "I tell you, Jake, it's not looking good." "What about your pump?" "A spare won't cope with a job this size." "We're out of here." "I recommend abandoning ship." "I don't see how I can do that." "Sir, in 24 hours, she'll capsize and sink and there is nothing we can do to save her." "But if we abandon and leave her, then someone can come aboard and claim salvage rights." "Not from the bottom of the sea, they won't." "Well, I'm staying till she goes under, then." "Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2, over." "X- ray 2, this is Charlie 2." "Charge believes she'll capsize and sink within 24 hours and recommends abandoning ship, but Captain Wenders wishes to remain on board." "He has concerns about someone claiming salvage rights." "Over." "Put him on, X." "Captain Wenders," "I understand only too well your concern for your ship." "But we're talking about preserving life here." "So please leave your ship with my team." "Over." "Dying's not part of the plan." "But if she stays afloat, and someone claims rights to her" "I'll never get another command - over." "Captain Wenders, if my engineer says your ship is sinking, then she's sinking." "She's in shallow waters, and you need to get to port and organise a commercial salvage operation." "Then you'll be back in business." "I really don't think you have a choice." "Over." "You're absolutely sure of that?" "Oh, yeah." "She's going down." "Jake, round up the crew." "Transfer them to the navy ship." "I'll have to get my ship's papers from the cabin." "You good, mate?" "Just right along there, buddy." "Alright, mate." "Just follow him through." "OK, let's load up." "Your captain's taking a while." "Jake, could you give him a hurry-up, please?" "I wouldn't worry, ma'am." "She won't be sinking for hours." "Oh!" "I'm sorry." "Sorry, I had to, um, download the hard drive on DVDs." "It's not as easy as just grabbing a logbook anymore, is it?" "No." "After you." "I guess the captain should be the last to leave his sinking ship." "You're handling this very well." "The master of the 'Pacific Investigator' doesn't want the position of his vessel disclosed." "He's concerned about potential salvage rights should it be found by another party." "Makes sense to me, Mike." "See you when you get here." "Thank you, sir." "Thanks, Mike." "I'd want the same thing done for me." "Now, how much time in hand have we got before a first-light arrival at base?" "At this speed two hours, sir." "Great." "We'll stop for scran after sunset." "And, X, since we have guests aboard this evening, ask Chefo to put on a steel-beach barbecue." "Yes, sir." "Aren't you on watch?" "Just grabbing some food, ma'am." "Oh, well, hurry it up." "So, you've always been merchant marine?" "Yeah, since I was a kid." "Seagoing family - runs in the blood." "My father, my uncles." "You?" "Joined at 17." "Came up through the ranks." "Throw together some plates, will you, Chefo, for the boys?" "They're on watch, can't come down." "Ah." "Silver service, eh, ma'am?" "I got three of my own at home." "Really?" "And you balance that - a life at sea and a family?" "You need a very understanding wife." "Yes." "Yeah, you can say that again." "Boy or a girl?" "Boy." "Hey, you hear that, everyone?" "Jake here reckons we're having a boy." "A little Swain!" "Congratulations." "No, no, no, no, no, no." "Look..." "Look, their skipper's right." "The vultures get aboard his ship, they'll take the lot." "Yeah, but even if she sinks, then they could probably, you know, dive down and get the stuff." "I've done a bit of that." "There's a great wreck out near Albany." "It's got everything - gun turrets, control panels..." "Doubloons, pieces of eight, mermaids..." "Mermaids!" "I saw a mermaid once." "In your dreams." "I did!" "It was a dugong." "It's a kind of seal sort of thing but the old-time sailors used to call them mermaids." "Yeah, well, they must've been at sea a very long time." "Any port in a storm, Buff." "Yeah, I've heard that about you, ET." "No, no, they're weird-looking things." "They've got funny-looking faces but... kind of um, kind of like a..." "Fins." "Nuh, hooters." "Hooters." "Big hooters." "Hi." "Well, dinner is served." "Oh, wow, you're spoiling us, ma'am." "Thanks." "So, um anything on radar?" "No." "Looks like we're in for a very quiet night." "Whoops." "You still up, Swaino?" "Yeah." "You alright?" "Yeah." "Just starting to get a bit nervous, I think." "Mmm." "Fatherhood." "I just feel like I'm gonna be flying blind, you know?" "What do I know about being a dad?" "You're not flying blind." "It's you and Sal." "You two could handle anything." "Yeah?" "But let's face it, man, I mean I'm not gonna be home as much as other dads." "Swaino, you're not the first bloke in the navy to have a kid." "Yeah, fair enough." "Mate, go and give her a call." "Nah, man, it's getting too late." "She needs her rest." "I'll give her a buzz in the morning." "Yeah, well, I need my rest too." "I'm gonna get my head down." "Look, you're gonna be a good dad." "And I'll be an even better godfather." "Yes, Buff." "'Night, mate." "Can't sleep either?" "Nah, mate." "Too much going on at home." "I understand." "With me, it's my ship." "Married to your ship, eh?" "You could say that." "I don't see your watch about." "Oh, no, they're there." "Flying bridge, bridge, engine room." "They're always there, mate." "The thing is we need to borrow your inflatable." "Horst, that's not funny, mate." "No, it isn't." "OK, well, let's..." "Let's talk then." "Wh-what is it you want?" "The inflatable." "We're in the middle of the ocean." "Where you gonna go?" "Well, you're gonna find out." "We need insurance, and you're it." "Jake!" "G'day, fellas!" "Kickin' on, are we?" "No-one be a hero." "Richo, get the boat." "Swain, what's going on there?" "We're taking your RHIB." "Your coxswain's coming with us." "So follow us and you'll be fishing his body out of the water." "You don't wanna do that." "Really?" "You don't wanna use that gun!" "Arggh!" "Harry!" "Jake, let's go!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "Quick, quick, quick, quick!" "Boss, just... just tell Sally I said I love her, OK?" "Let's GO!" "Now!" "Alright." "Are you getting the kit?" "Go to white light internal." "Right, we'll put him down here." "ET, hand me the pressure dressing." "Arggh!" "Beauty!" "Here we go." "Hey, hold my hand, Harry." "I'm gonna wrap the leg tight to stop the blood loss." "Chefo, is he gonna live?" "What sort of question is that, boss?" "He'll be fine, sir." "Good." "I'll be on the bridge." "Keep me posted." "Harry, Harry, hang in there!" "You're in good hands." "I'll do my best, boss." "OK, guys." "Can we get him to the wardroom?" "Three, two, one." "ARGGH!" "We've got you, mate." "Nav, range to the RHIB?" "Three miles right ahead, sir." "Tracking 0-2-5, speed 20 knots." "Good." "Keep a close watch on him, maintain this distance." "Yes, sir." "Can we outrun them, sir?" "We're not going to try." "Horst said he'd kill Swain if we follow." "I don't think he was bluffing." "What would you like to do, sir?" "We maintain radar contact." "Shadow them at a distance until we can get some idea of where they're heading to." "Nav, extinguish navigation lights." "X, darken ship." "RO, contact NAVCOM, tell them to wake up Commander Marshall, get him on the line." "He's not gonna like that." "Just do it." "Yes, sir." "Sir, I was, um, on watch but I never expected anything like this to happen." "None of us expected anything like this, Spider." "I'm... um, I'm really sorry, everyone." "There's nothing to be gained by blaming yourself." "Let's focus on the situation at hand." "Yes, sir." "Thank you." "X, Harry's gonna need some morphine." "It's in my safe." "Sir." "Hang in there, Swaino." "We're with you." "There you go, mate." "I'd buy a lottery ticket if I were you, Harry." "It missed the femoral artery." "Are you sure of that?" "Pretty sure." "If it hit that, you'd be running a gusher." "Dead, probably." "Cheer a bloke up, why don't ya?" "Thanks, X." "Any allergies?" "Nuh." "Ha!" "You shoot him, he walks and talks." "Show him a needle, he faints." "We holding them on radar, Nav?" "Intermittent contact, but yes, we're holding them, sir." "What's the nearest land?" "Uh that'd be Bright Island, but they're heading away from it." "Then to where?" "They can't be thinking they'll make Timor." "How's Harry?" "The morphine helped." "And Swain?" "This is seriously weird." "They're heading back to their ship." "Ship?" "But it's sinking." "That's the bearing." "Keep on their tail." "'Hammersley' Captain." "It's 3:00 in the morning, Mike." "This better be good." "Sir, three crewmen from the 'Pacific Investigator' have shot one of our men, kidnapped the coxswain and stolen our RHIB." "These three blokes were allowed to come aboard 'Hammersley' armed?" "Well, they seemed grateful to be rescued, sir." "They presented as normal merchant marine types." "We checked the armoury - wasn't our guns." "This doesn't sound great, Mike." "No, sir." "Our wounded man's out of danger." "The remaining crewmen from the 'Pacific Investigator' are under confinement." "We are darkened and maintaining radar contact shadowing the RHIB." "OK, Mike, listen." "Just find out what these blokes are up to, right?" "I'll call Canberra and and, no doubt, they'll have to call the minister, wake him." "Just keep the SITREPs coming, alright?" "Yes, sir." "I'll check on Harry." "Sir." "I should've searched them before coming aboard, shouldn't I?" "In hindsight, yes." "But I wouldn't have." "Thank you." "He's a lucky boy, sir." "Yeah." "Until Swain's back with us," "I want you to take over his policing duties." "Aye, sir." "Particularly with regard to the two remaining crew members of the 'Pacific Investigator'" "They're not saying much at the moment, sir?" "Find out their destination." "We can at least pass that information on to the Federal Police." "That'd be my pleasure, sir." "Buffer!" "When you question these men, remember the rules." "No black eyes." "No-one falls down a ladder." "Aye, sir." "Go on." "So, you gonna tell me what we're doing here?" "Collecting some valuable cargo." "Really?" "We could've loaded that on the 'Hammersley'" "I don't think so." "But since you're here, you can help us load." "And what could be so valuable and yet still fit on that RHIB?" "Take him below, Jake." "Look, Jake, you're a father." "You know what it means to me to get home alive." "Keep moving." "You got three kids yourself!" "Shut up!" "They're saying they weren't involved at all, sir." "Well, that's what you WOULD say." "No, trust me, they're telling the truth." "Sir they said that Horst is extremely dangerous." "Roger." "The RHIB's closed with the 'Pacific Investigator'" "Both contacts stationary." "So whatever this is about, it's still on that ship." "Should we move in?" "Not yet." "We can't risk spooking them while they've still got Swain as hostage." "Hopefully they'll get what they want and move on." "Until then, we stay below the horizon and wait it out." "Aye, sir." "You shouldn't be so clumsy." "'Cause now you know too much." "Load 'em." "I'll be in the radio room setting up a rendezvous with our clients." "Take him below and tie him up." "That's all of it?" "Are you actually going to leave me down here?" "Tradition says someone has to go down with the ship and I'm no longer available." "Mate, what are you doing?" "This boat is going down fast." "I'll drown here." "You heard the boss." "Mate, my baby..." "You saw the ultrasound." "Do you really want my kid to be an orphan, grow up without a father?" "Do you really want that on your conscience?" "What do you expect me to do?" "Well, at least tie the knot loosely so I can get out of here once you guys are gone." "Mate, it's no skin off your nose." "Horst will never know." "Come on, let's go!" "Jake." "Jake!" "Jake!" "The contacts have separated again." "The RHIB's moving due west." "So they've got whatever it is they wanted from the ship and moved on." "With Swain or without him?" "If I was Horst, I'd got something from the ship," "I'd want the RHIB as light as possible." "So Swain..." "He served his purpose as a hostage and now he's excess cargo." "We have to take a look at that ship." "Nav, point to the 'Pacific Investigator' increase 24." "Aye, sir." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" "OK." "Come on." "Come on." "Come off!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "No sign of life." "Boarding stations, Nav." "Clear E-springs." "Hands to boarding stations..." "Check primaries and secondary." "...damage control state three, condition Yankee." "Carry on to sea boat." "Aye, sir." "Carry on to sea boat." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on." "Come on in." "Oh, the water's lovely." "Don't be scared." "It's fine." "Come on." "Swain!" "Ma'am, that door was open before." "He's got to be in there." "Swain?" "Swain!" "You're not flying blind." "It's you and Sal." "You two can handle anything." "Just take a breath, put your head back." "I've got ya." "Got him!" "Swain." "Stay there, get your breath." "Are you alright?" "You're right, you're right." "I tripped over and, um, spilled one of the boxes." "And?" "Full of plastic bags with little stones." "Little glassy stones." "Conflict diamonds." "They're the ones the Feds were chasing." "That's the sting we interrupted." "The two on that Zodiac had to have been Horst and one of his mates." "And now they're going to get away." "Maybe not." "I did happen to release the air valve on the RHIB." "Their port side would be pretty flat by now." "Well done there, man." "Anything, Buff?" "Nothing yet, sir." "X?" "No, sir." "Excuse me, ma'am." "Technically speaking, you should be in your rack." "Yes, sir." "So, why aren't you?" "End of the chase, sir." "Sir, Horst's two offsiders." "He's ditched them - excess cargo." "Stand by to recover them, X. Aye, sir." "And secure them soundly." "Aye, sir." "And there's the RHIB, sir, dead ahead." "He's still armed, sir." "I need to see the weapon, sir." "Now!" "Slowly." "Place the weapon on the deck, sir." "Clear." "Move for'd, sir." "Thanks, mate." "Although there appears to be a satisfactory outcome to this incident, there is still the matter of the navy disrupting a Federal Police operation." "Now, when you left port, you changed course to Bright Island." "Why?" "Gut instinct, sir." "And your gut instinct led you to intercept and board a civilian vessel." "It made rendezvous with a civilian Zodiac on the high seas in what I took to be a suspicious manner." "And your gut instinct told you this as well?" "Yes, sir." "Sir, um I informed Lieutenant Commander Flynn there might be some activity on or near Bright Island." "Why?" "Just some scuttlebutt I picked up." "I'm I was the source of Lieutenant Smith's information." "I asked her, sir." "No, Darryl, I volunteered it." "Alicia?" "Sorry." "Look, whatever the source of the information, sir, it was my decision to change course for Bright Island, my decision to intercept, end of story." "I agree." "But if we continue to be kept in the dark, we'll continue to have these bungles." "Well, now that there's nothing left in the dark, Commander this operation is closed." "Mike?" "I understand that the diamond smuggling operation is complete." "The diamond smuggling operation may be over, but I know that whatever's going on on Bright Island isn't." "Darryl Smith admitted it himself, said the navy was being "locked out"." ""Locked out"?" "Yeah." "His words." "Twice now 'Hammersley's been put in the position of not being able to save a life that's connected with whatever it is that's going on there." "It's not gonna happen for a third time." "I can promise you." "How do you ensure that?" "Because we're going to go back to Bright Island and search the place ourselves." "Nav?" "Yes, sir?" "Pipe specials." "We'll sail in 20 minutes." "Aye, sir." "I need to see where Spider saw the fishermen," "Sam Murray and Carl Davies." "Spider and I were up on the ridge on the radio, sir, while Swain and Chefo were treating Dr Holmes." "Right, you need to make a 1 cm horizontal incision about 1 cm deep." "Charlie 2, this is Bravo 2." "Over." "So CommCen was getting instructions from Dr Poulos on the mainland, sir, and I was relaying them down to our boys at the campsite." "And you, Spider?" "I was throwing up, sir." "First days at sea." "Buffer told me to take it somewhere else." "Sir, it's gone." "There was, uh, a shed and some freezers." "What did they think they were getting rid of?" "Evidence of whatever it is going on here." "Missed them." "Back to the ship."