All language subtitles for Sea Patrol 4x03 The Right Stuff-eng

SITREP, X.

XO: One unidentified male
on a white cruiser.

He's observing two other males
on a stationary Zodiac, sir.

They could be fishing.

But they could be throwing
lobster pots over the side.

DUTCHY: Give us a look.

Bird, how did you
wangle your way aboard?

Well, I have been asking
for ages

and Dutchy finally weakened.

But he did lecture me
all the way over the side.

Yeah, rightly so. Stay in
the RHIB, keep your head down.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't sweat it, Bird. This is
about as routine as it gets.

But if anything hairy
goes down,

I'll take a bullet for you.

(GROANS)

Robert wouldn't.

RO: Grow up, 2Dads.

(2DADS CHUCKLES)

Yeah, they're doing
something dodgy.

XO: Thunder to
'Hammersley'. Over.

'Hammersley' receiving.
Over.

Sir, we have reason to believe
that they're fishing.

MlKE: Roger that, X.

Never mind that this is
a designated marine sanctuary.

Move ahead with the boarding.
We'll approach from the north.

We'll have visual contact
in 1 0 minutes.

Roger that.

Bring us up to 2-0-0-0.
Right, sir.

Revolutions 2-0-0-0.
Very good.

XO: Approaching
suspect vessel now, sir.

MlKE: Roger.

Australian Navy.
Stand easy, gentlemen.

What is this?

XO: Sir, we're
a boarding party

from Australian warship
'Hammersley'

and we have reason to believe
that you're fishing

within the area designated
as a marine sanctuary.

Is this a marine sanctuary?

It's a CSlRO marine ecology
study zone.

It's clearly marked
on the current charts, sir.

Oh, well, er...

We'll move on.

XO: Unfortunately,
it's not that simple.

We observed you dumping
lobster pots over the side.

Lobster pots?

Can I see some identification,
please, sir?

XO: Thank you.

If you're looking for poachers,
we're really not the type.

Sir, would you mind standing
over there with the others...

Weapon!

It's a smoke grenade!
(COUGHlNG)

See to the X!

DUTCHY: Bring the RHIB over!

After them!

X?

I'm right.

DUTCHY: Full ahead!

Keep that smoke coming!

(FIRES) Ugh!

(RAPID GUNSHOTS)

(GUNFIRE) Stop the pursuit.

Stop it. Cut the engines!

(COUGHS)

You alright?

Bird?

Bird! What's wrong?

I think you got one.

It's OK.

Just don't look.

Thunder to 'Hammersley'.

Sir, we have a possible
deceased suspect in the water.

I wanna talk to you.

You just pushed me out of
the way on that boarding,

and I wanna know why.

I pushed you out of his line
of fire. I didn't mean to...

It was a huge overreaction
and completely unprofessional.

He had a gun.
I saw that.

And I was responding to it,
but your actions got in the way

of me doing my job properly.

And you nearly broke my neck.

I'm sorry that happened.

No, it didn't 'happen'.
You caused it.

Do you have some problem
with women in authority?

Is that what's going on here?
No. Of course not.

It was a natural
protective thing.

Well, here's a tip.
Next time, don't protect me.

MAN ON P.A: Swimmer of the watch
closed up.

Recovery party
to the boat deck.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the second body today.

Heave in on the recovery line.
Bring it up.

SWAIN: This what they dumped
over the side, Dutchy?

DUTCHY: Easy.
Looks like it, Swaino.

Bring it up. Easy. Easy.

DUTCHY: Mast. Walk back
on the recovery line.

XO:
Swain, go take a look.

MlKE: What have you got, 2Dads?

Boss, wasn't lobster pots.
It was weighted down.

Get it inside, unwrap it there.

Swain, photograph everything
for evidence.

And NAVCOM want photographs
for identification purposes.

Roger that, boss.

SWAIN: Right,
nice and easy, 2Dads.

We still need him in one piece.

Did you get anything
from Dutchy's man?

No. No wallet, no paper, no ID.

RO's trying to get something
from his phone,

but don't like his chances.

SWAIN: Sounds like these guys
were professional, though.

They had the chance to kill
several navy personnel

but didn't.

Just did what they needed
to do to get away.

They probably killed
this bloke, though.

But why?

X.

You OK?

Yeah.

And no, about a few things.

(DOOR SLAMS)

We can talk later.
Yeah.

Sir.

Do you think that Dutchy
has got what it takes

to be Buffer of 'Hammersley'?

Of course.

He came highly recommended.
Yeah, well, I have my doubts.

He overreacted
in the heat of the moment

and I need to be able
to trust him.

Sir. I've got something
for you.

Sorry.

Talk about this later?
Yeah.

I've managed to retrieve about
90% of the phone's contents.

That's good.
Yeah.

Er, it's the photos
that are of concern.

There's lots of
photos of this ship.

It's still in port. I checked.

It's used to transport uranium
out of Australia.

Well, that's interesting.
Mmm.

This is all at the same port.

Photos here of these documents.
They all relate to the ship.

Shipping schedules,

cargo manifests.

There's also quite a few photos
of this man here.

I don't know who he is,

but they don't look
like family snaps.

Great resolution, by the way.

The...new screens.

Sharp.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Charge, if you photograph
that second body,

I'll forward NAVCOM copies of...

WHITE: Mike, this is
your new assignment.

Mr Tavory represents
Elite Logistics.

Yes, we are the company
handling security arrangements

for the uranium shipment

on behalf of
the Israeli Government.

Er, very nice people
to work for.

They're the buyers
for the uranium?

Yes, so it is
a particularly stressful time

for me personally
at the moment.

Is the air conditioning on?

Sir, it might be prudent
to delay the shipment

until the federal police
have fully investigated...

Oh, no, not possible.

I suggest we bring
the departure time forward,

change the route, etc,

but the uranium
must leave the port

as per pre-existing
contractual agreements,

otherwise, well,
I'm not doing my job.

M-may I have some water?
Help yourself.

Thank you.

So, Commander White,
I must thank you

for your generous offer

to escort the ship
in Australian waters.

You're welcome. Now, that has
been assigned to 'Hammersley'.

Ah, your ship.
I feel safer already.

WHITE: Now, I do have
some other information.

The body they were dumping
was a Ramon Mutakis.

Now, he worked at
the shipping office.

He's been missing for two days.
And the boat was stolen.

Oh, this is disturbing.
Their inside man, I presume.

Perhaps the deal went sour.

Nothing on the other body?

No, his prints aren't in
any agency files,

so we're checking that
with Interpol.

So, Mike, we'll need to discuss
how we're gonna handle this.

Oh, OK, OK.
This is where I leave.

The less I know about
naval operations, the better.

So, Commander,
I thank you once again.

I will be in touch
concerning the security.

And I look forward
to working with you.

Thank you.
I'll walk you out.

Interesting guy.
Mmm, it takes all kinds.

So we're shadowing
a uranium shipment?

Yeah, but while we have a
moment, let's talk about Ryan.

Your Ryan?
I need a favour.

Oh, if it's for Ryan,
consider it done.

That's what godfathers are for.

I'm just saying
think about it, Ryan.

You want me to do a gap year
on 'Hammersley'?

Well, you've finished
high school now.

I've got a good job
down the docks.

And I was just thinking,
"Ryan's the perfect candidate."

Did my mum put you up to this?
No!

Well...not really.

She might have had
a word in my ear.

I knew it.
It's this docks thing.

She thinks I'll be influenced
by undesirables

down this end of town.

I'll tell you what.

We've got a gap year recruit
aboard now, Bird.

I'll hook you up.

You can get the perspective from
someone who's actually doing it.

All the fun and adventure
of the high seas.

Mike, I think you've gotta have
the vibe for navy,

and I don't think that's me,

and no guy named Bird's
gonna change that.

Fair enough.

Sir, you wanted to see me.
Yes, Bird.

This is my godson, Ryan.

Hi.
Hi.

Thanks for
bringing her down, Dutchy.

So you're Bird?
Er, yeah. Bird, Jessica Bird.

And you're doing the gap thing?
Uh-huh.

Tell me about that.
Er, well, everything?

'Cause that'll take a while.
Go for it. From the start.

OK. Well, um, I started
a few months ago.

Dutchy. Can't get
a word in edgeways.

Well, that's not uncommon
when Bird's around.

Can we order food here?

Dutchy...

Hey!

Hey!

Move! Move!

Move! Out of the way!
(SCREAMS)

Hey!

Move! Move it!

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SCREECH) Hey!

DUTCHY: It was definitely
the bloke from the boat,

the leader.

And he got away?

Yes, he got away.

MlKE: So he was
watching the docks.

They obviously haven't been
scared off by us.

I don't get the impression
these guys scare at all.

Oh. Sorry, sir. I'm just
showing Mr Tavory around.

Welcome aboard, Mr Tavory.
TAVORY: Thank you.

I've got to warn you,
I'm not very good on boats.

This is Petty Officer Bosun
Dylan Mulholland.

Pleased to meet you.
Sir.

I have to say, I'm much more
comfortable behind a desk,

but, hey, you've got to do
what you've got to do.

(LAUGHS) Bird, perhaps
you could take Mr Tavory

and show him the bridge?

The bridge.
This is a navy thing.

(LAUGHS) This is very exciting.
Thank you.

You're a big one.

Thank you. So pleased
to meet you. Thank you.

I'll explain later.

OK, the master of the vessel's
given permission

for navy personnel
to be stationed aboard.

Doesn't Mr Tavory's company

provide security detail
for this type of thing?

No, Australian maritime law

prevents private armed guards
on merchant ships.

Your detail
will remain on board

until we leave
Australian territorial waters,

then transfer
back to 'Hammersley'.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Roger that.

Sir, with your permission, can
I include 2Dads in this party?

I'm getting the impression he's
the type to keep under my wing.

You're a brave man.

Of course they'll be armed.

Listen, if that's an issue,

just get your union reps
to call me.

Everything's in order?

Our detail will get on board
just before the ship sails.

MlKE: It's more of a visual
deterrent than anything.

RYAN: Mum.

Hey, sweetie.

Mwah.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Mike tells me
he's almost got you

doing a gap year
on board 'Hammersley'.

Well, I need
some more information.

From Bird?
Yeah.

RYAN: Catching up for coffee.
I need more details.

That's positive.

What are you guys
doing down here?

Oh, we just like boats.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

All good, Bomber?
Yes, ma'am.

Did you know Dutchy served
on HMAS 'Canberra'?

And?

The CO...is a woman.
I know.

I read her recommendation
for Dutchy.

She can't speak
highly enough of him.

Yeah, so I keep hearing.

Everybody likes him.

But he's got a problem with me.

He's different, that's all.

You need time
to get used to him.

So why do I get
such a bad feeling?

Well, maybe it's misplaced.

Maybe it's really about
Eran Tavory.

Yeah, why is he aboard?
(LAUGHS)

Apparently it was
a direct request

from the Israeli Government -
NAVCOM agreed.

What can I do?

What does he really expect
to achieve here anyway?

His company's
handling security,

so I guess he has to be seen
to be getting his hands dirty.

I don't think Mr Tavory's
gotten his hands dirty

in his entire life.

Hey!

Tremendous view from up here.

Tell me, the Israeli warship
I am going to transfer to

when we leave
Australian water...

Yes, Mr Tavory?

Do you think it will bounce
around as much as this one?

(LAUGHTER)

(HORN BLOWS)

DUTCHY: This is the area where
they want us to be guarding...

from here to there
and all the way across.

I'll show you
your patrol route.

Dutch, is it OK to be
walking around near this stuff?

You were at
the briefings, mate.

So, is it OK to be
walking around near this stuff?

2Dads, it's just
background radiation here, mate.

It's nothing to worry about.

So this is you in a big loop.

Right.

Oh, hey, Dutch.

For the record, man,
I know the X is all cranky

about you pushing her
out of the way,

but you made a judgment call.

You were in the moment.
Probably saved her life.

We're all on your side.

There are no sides, 2Dads.
Sorted it out.

Right.

Oh, hey, Dutch.
I've been wanting to ask.

In Iraq, how'd you get
your medal?

I caught Saddam.

That was the Yanks, wasn't it?

No, it was me, single-handed,
unarmed. Brought him in.

Hi.

You OK?

You?

Oh...frustrated.

Yeah, that's the word.

So how long
is this going on for?

You getting posted
back onto 'Hammersley',

that wasn't supposed to happen.

That's the navy for you.

I'm trying to make this
a short posting.

I don't know how long
I can stand this...

..professional relationship
stuff.

Yeah, well, my deadline
has already passed.

Sir, that storm front
we're expecting's

moving faster than we thought.

Thanks, RO.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

You hear that?
Yeah, couldn't miss it.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLANKING)

No, that.

What?

(CLANKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)

I think one of the drums
is bouncing around inside.

(CLANKING)

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

There are drums held in place
by Kevlar webbing.

I think one of them's
broken free.

Need to sort it out.

When you say sort it out,
w-what...?

I mean we open it. I think
one of the drums has come loose.

We need to get this open.
You got bolt-cutters?

Dutchy, er...

After you.
Sorry?

Ladies first.

You're not serious, are you?
Yeah.

Robert, we don't normally do
chivalry in the passageway.

Let's just both carry on,
alright?

After you.
Robert!

General feeling, this is not
a good idea. Right, guys?

(CLANKING) Listen to that.

You want uranium dust floating
around everywhere out here?

Not a good idea.
But it's radioactive, mate!

I mean, I've been irradiated
before. It's nasty.

You have to get decontaminated
and hosed down!

2Dads, you've gotta pay
more attention at the briefings.

You're not gonna get irradiated.
A dust mask is all you need.

Now come on.

Dutch...do we need to...?

Ohhh.
(CRASH!)

I thought uranium
would be more...yellow.

DUTCHY: We subsequently opened
random drums

from each one
of the containers,

and every single one of them
contained common house bricks.

Well, i-i-it's a crime scene.
It must be...

We sealed the containers again

and told the crew
not to touch anything.

The ship's on its way
back to port now,

where the federal police
will take charge.

Thank you, Dutchy.

Well, I think the word
'disaster'

pretty much
describes the situation.

We need to establish
exactly what's happened here.

What's happened here is
my company has been guarding

house bricks
for God knows how long.

It is possible, Mr Tavory, that

the uranium never
made it to the docks.

I am aware of that...now.

(SIGHS) Look, I will need
radio access.

I need to contact my people

so they can follow
the paper trail...

shipping agents, dock workers,
road transport,

whatever it takes.

X, ensure Mr Tavory has
all the cooperation he needs.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, Captain.

What's worse is, you think

the Israeli Government will
ever hire my company again?

I don't think so.

This way, sir.
Oof.

Uh, sir, Commander White
wants to talk to you.

WHITE: Mike. It's all
hit the fan down here.

MlKE: I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, the port's been sealed -
no-one in or out.

And the federal police
are interviewing everyone

from the cleaners up.

And I'm getting heat,
of course.

They can't blame us, surely.

Finding a scapegoat
is a national pastime.

I keep reminding them
we wouldn't even know

the uranium was missing

if it wasn't for navy,

but ASIO still want updates
every 1 0 minutes

and the brass
is breathing down my neck.

That can't be comfortable.

It's all I can do to keep
the press away from this,

and so far, that's
the only positive thing.

Found anything?

Well, the
transport company insists

the uranium definitely
reached the port.

The federal police
have now determined

that it's not here now.

What, they think it's at sea?
Yes.

So I've just compiled a list

of all ships that have
left the port recently.

We'll track them,
check each one.

You stay out there.
I'll keep you informed.

Thanks, Maxine.

Six vessels left port
within the time frame

when the uranium
could have been switched.

Would they really be
silly enough

to be trying to smuggle it now?

Possibly - when there's
money to be made,

it's amazing
how desperate people are.

XO: And they wouldn't
have expected

their substitution plan
to be uncovered this quickly.

Thanks to Dutchy.

Chances are the shipment
is at sea somewhere.

These guys move fast.
They're not easily intimidated.

So we're going to intercept
all of these vessels?

How long will that take?
Not all, Mr Tavory.

They've assigned a patrol boat
to each of these vessels.

Excuse me, sir,
just in from NAVCOM.

We've been assigned a dredge,
the 'Brisbane'.

It's the closest one to us.
MlKE: Thanks, RO.

Steer 1 -9-0.
SWAIN: Steer 1 -9-0.

TSHD 'Brisbane', this is
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

We request that you stop
or heave to

and prepare to receive
a boarding party.

(RADIO CRACKLES)

TSHD 'Brisbane', this is
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

Stop or heave to.
We intend to board you.

(RADIO CRACKLES)
You see anything?

If anything,
she's increased her speed.

Don't see anyone on the deck.

MlKE: Promising.

XO, take us alongside.

200 metres apart.
XO: Yes, sir.

Full ahead both engines,
port 1 0.

CHARGE: Sir.
SWAIN: Both engines, port 10.

Turn to port, ma'am.

CHARGE: She's got a top speed
of around 18 knots,

so that means that right now,
they're going flat chat.

Could it be holding our uranium?
Yeah.

There's room for at least three
containers' worth down there.

It's the size of this thing
that'll make it difficult.

Yeah, not gonna get a boarding
party on that thing easily.

XO: This is Australian
warship 'Hammersley'.

Comply with our instructions
to stop or heave to,

or we will open fire on you.

You think that vessel
is suspicious?

It's ignored our orders to stop

and it left port within
the target period.

It's so much bigger than this.

That's true. But we've got
something it doesn't.

Dutchy.
DUTCHY: Sir.

Three rounds across its bow.
Yes, sir.

DUTCHY: Aim at target.

Target aimed.
MlKE: Roger.

MlKE: Engage.

Didn't faze it, sir.
She's not slowing.

Charge.

If we drop behind, do you think

we could disable the engines
without sinking the thing?

Oh, yeah, we can stop them
in their tracks.

Isn't that a bit extreme?
It's expedient.

We can't put a boarding party

on a vessel that size
at these speeds.

I thought seasickness was
going to be the worst thing,

but this is one of those days

when my desk is becoming
more and more inviting.

Slow to trail it, X.
Sir. Revolutions 1 -2-0-0.

Tell me about
its propulsion system.

It's a twin-screw,
1,850-kilowatt diesel engine.

MAN ON RADIO:
Australian warship 'Hammersley',

this is TSHD 'Brisbane'.

Acknowledge.

This is the captain of
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

Who am I speaking to?
That's really not important.

Very well. We request
that you heave to.

I'm going to have to
deny that request, Captain.

And, in turn, I want you
to grant us free passage.

MlKE: That's a negative,
'Brisbane'.

We have reason to believe
you're carrying stolen goods.

We're here to enforce
Australian law in that regard.

(RADIO CRACKLES)

Mike, it's Ryan.
They've got me hostage.

They really want you
to do what they say.

Ryan?

I don't know
who these guys are, Mike,

but they're not messing around.

I'm gonna say this again, once.

You will back off and give us
free passage. Acknowledge.

Help me, Mike.

Please.

MlKE: We're currently
trailing the ship

at a distance
of two nautical miles.

We can't board her from
the RHIBs while she's underway.

She's too high.

I'm awaiting your orders.

It was definitely Ryan?
I mean, you heard his voice?

It was definitely Ryan,
Maxine. I'm sorry.

How could they have known?

They've obviously had
the docks under surveillance

for a long time.

They know exactly who he is.

They know he was
the perfect insurance.

This is a very sophisticated,
very well organised...

God.

This is a nightmare.

Listen, Maxine, as you said,
they're very well organised,

so Ryan's in no danger
at present.

They value him too much.
OK.

OK, I suppose the SAS.

I mean, whatever we do, we're
gonna need to get on board...

Mike, it's Ryan.

I know. I love him too, Maxine.
(SOBS)

Speak to the SAS
and get back to me.

In the meantime,
we'll keep shadowing them.

Over the horizon?

Yes, over the horizon
so they think we've complied.

But we'll shadow them
until help arrives.

Hang in there, Maxine.

Sir, Commander White's
communicated with the SAS,

but we are already

out of chopper range
from the mainland.

There's a
hydrographic survey ship

with a Sea King helicopter
aboard.

How far away?
350 nautical miles.

That'll take too long.
There's nothing else?

Sir.

There's a private helo

working out of an oil-drilling
platform, 'Australex II'.

DUTCHY: Closer.
80 nautical miles.

Private one? I don't know.

The pilot's an old mate
of mine, ex-army. He's good.

It's an option.

Alright, put the call through.
We need a favour.

Sir.

Bird, we'll get Ryan back,
whatever it takes. Don't worry.

Excuse me, I don't mean to pry.

But are you intending to
insert a team onto that vessel?

That's the plan, Mr Tavory.

Is it possible?
We have no option.

An Australian national
is being held hostage.

Look, uh...
we need to have a talk.

Charge, you have the ship.

My job is to ensure the uranium
arrives in Israel.

Now, I have a suggestion.
Please bear with me.

These criminals
have stolen uranium

either to sell
to the highest bidder

or for a specific client.

Now, I have been instructed
by the Israeli Government

to match whatever
their asking price is.

We could be
dealing with terrorists here.

We can't negotiate.
I have been instructed to.

And in order to do that
effectively,

I have to be put on the vessel.

And I can't allow that either.

Mike, I'm not trying
to be a martyr here.

My job is down the toilet
if they get away with this.

I'm an Israeli national.

They take me,
you get back the Aussie.

I'm more value to them
as a hostage,

especially when we leave
Australian waters.

Sir, Mr Tavory, with respect,

we aren't permitted
to do anything like this.

Sir?

Mike.

Please.

My priority and the priority
of the Israeli Government

is to ensure the uranium
doesn't end up

in North Korea or Iran.

MAN ON RADIO: I'm listening.

We are prepared to match
whatever price you expect.

But I must negotiate
the details

with you personally,
face-to-face.

I'm not in a position
to come visiting, Mr Tavory.

But I can come to you.

In exchange for the hostage,
of course.

So...what do you say?

(RADIO CRACKLES)

You're not gonna
let him do this, are you?

You know what they say
about extreme situations.

MAN ON RADIO:
That is acceptable.

Good.

Dutchy, kit Mr Tavory up.

Sorry, sir?

You'll be transferring him
to the target vessel via helo.

I'm a classic medium build,
if that is of any help.

This way.

Sir, l...
I know, I know.

But I have something else
in mind. Don't worry.

Oh, sir...
Robert.

I need to speak to NAVCOM now.
Yes, sir.

And then I'll need to
speak to 'Brisbane' again.

I just got word the helicopter
will be here in 1 5 minutes.

I'll get onto that for you.
Good.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HELICOPTER APPROACHES)
So, you OK?

There's just a couple of
details I'm a little hazy on.

Go ahead, ask.

The helicopter,
where's it going to land?

It doesn't.
We're getting winched up.

You're kidding.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Excuse me, sir.

Thought I'd feed you.

Don't know how long
you're gonna be stuck here for.

Margarine or butter?

Straight cheese,
no margarine, no butter.

Thank you.

Hey, er, Bomber.

Er...

..are you OK?

Yeah, me, I'm fine.
I've already eaten.

No.

I don't mean about the...
I'm just...

Look, I know that this
is a bit weird,

but I just need you
to act normal.

What...what do you mean?
What's...this?

OK, we'll talk about it later.

Robert, you're
officially a weirdo.

You ready?
I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Mr Tavory.

Change of plan.
You're not going.

(STAMMERS) Sorry,
what's happening?

I went along with this
because it gives us

a window of opportunity.

They're expecting you now.
That's good.

But we're not sending you
over there.

That's not how we operate.
I'm going with my original plan.

Oh, no, no. You...
you don't understand.

I am in the middle
of a negotiated settlement

over this issue.

You can't just suddenly...
Hey!

OK, go easy, go easy.

Whoa! He's one of them.

Drop him.

Drop him!

XO: You right?
(DUTCHY GRUNTS) Damn it!

2Dads, back door.

DUTCHY: Tavory, give it up!
You're not going...

That sounded like gunshots.

Get back!

Down! Get down, stay down!
RO: What are you doing?

Tavory to 'Brisbane'.
Acknowledge.

Tavory to 'Brisbane'.
Acknowledge!

Acknowledge!

'Brisbane', can you hear?
I'm not on the helicopter.

If it approaches, fire on it.
Do you hear me?

Why, you...
Drop the gun!

Drop the gun, Tavory, now!

Facedown. Facedown!
XO: Sir, bridge is secured.

You OK?
Yeah.

MlKE: I had
my suspicions, Tavory.

You were in on this
from the start, weren't you?

Dutchy, take him to austere
and lock him up.

MlKE: 'Brisbane', this is
'Hammersley'. Acknowledge.

MAN ON RADIO:
'Brisbane'. Go ahead.

Mr Tavory is boarding
the helicopter now.

Very well.

Let's just hope you don't
try to pull one over us,

for the kid's sake.

MlKE: You need to have
the hostage ready

for an immediate swap.

The helo has limited fuel.
It can't hover for long.

MAN: Understood.

Mr Tavory will be dressed
in full navy boarding gear.

Don't be alarmed by this.

Trust me, Captain,
it takes a lot to alarm me.

MlKE: Well, be ready and we'll
get this over with quickly.

We're ready when you are.

Sir, everything is set
and ready to go.

The pilot?
Dead keen, sir.

My godson means a lot to me.
Sir.

You do as I order,
no more, no less.

It's your command.
I mean it.

And I'm OK with that.

Sir, Commander White.

MlKE: Maxine,
the insertion team

will be in the air
in three minutes.

I'm trusting you, Mike.

And I'm trusting my people,
Maxine. That's all we can do.

(WHISPERS) Good luck.

MlKE: 'Brisbane',
this is 'Hammersley'.

'Brisbane' here.
ETA in five minutes.

Copy that, Captain.

MAN: Keep the landing area
cleared.

Personnel prepping for descent.

Repeat, keep the landing area
cleared.

Tavory, is that you?

Is that you, Tavory?
Lift your visor!

Tavory!
Lift your visor!

Oh!

DUTCHY: Move! Move, move, move!

Over there! Get down!
(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Stay there,
keep your head down.

X, I need backup now!
XO: On our way in, Dutchy.

Roger that, X.

XO: 2Dads,
take the starboard side.

(GUN CLICKS)

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

XO: Dutchy, you've got one
coming your way!

DUTCHY: Smoke grenade!

DUTCHY: 2Dads,
he's headed up top.

Is that the last one?
Can't confirm that.

Swain, are you OK?
Yeah.

Ryan, where's Ryan?

Ryan! Ryan?

Over here.

X!

Drop your weapon!
Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon!
Drop your weapon!

Well, you've lost
the initiative.

Back away.
Drop your weapon.

Or what? You'll fire?

There's only one simple option.

Back off, and I'll
let this boy live.

How do you propose to walk away
from this? Think about it.

I am thinking.

I'm thinking
of this boy's welfare.

You should be too.
Now, move back.

XO: We are not
going anywhere.

I will not warn you again.

Drop your weapon!
Back off!

Ryan!

(BOTH YELL) Dutchy!

Dutchy!

SWAIN: Dutchy!

MlKE: Maxine, Ryan's safe.

The three prisoners have been
taken into custody

by the federal police.

We're returning to port
as we speak.

WHITE: Thank you, Mike.

SWAIN: Alright, Dutchy, you're
clear of any contamination.

I just need to make a final
check of your injuries, mate.

Won't be much longer.
(GROANS)

Sorry.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MlKE: How is he, Swain?

I think all the Kevlar
helped cushion his fall.

He's got a few bruised ribs,
slight concussion.

Apart from that, he's
pretty much still in one piece.

He'll be alright.

We should be back in port
by the morning.

Keep me posted.

MlKE: So later,
you might be feeling anxious.

You might get flashbacks.
You worry too much. I'm fine.

You think you're fine now,
but later...

I'm young.
We're resilient.

You're cocky.
Ryan!

I'm OK.

Thank you, Mike.

I was telling Ryan we could
arrange a counsellor for him.

That's a good idea.
I don't need one of those.

OK. (LAUGHS)

Why don't you tell us
what you do need?

Well, I was thinking I might

explore this gap year thing
in the navy.

It's a hell of a lot
more exciting than the docks.

Can you believe this?
I'd like to talk about it more.

Well, we can talk through
the pros and cons...

Yeah, well, with all respect,
Mum, Mike,

kind of prefer to get
a young person's opinion.

You mean...?

Yeah. Couldn't hurt, could it?

I'll see what we can do.

Do you think Ryan's cute?
(LAUGHS)

See ya, girls.
See ya.

Take care of yourself.
Come on.

R&R?

Yes, sir. Beer o'clock.

You deserve it. Have a good time.
Try and behave yourselves.

So it seems you don't have to
worry about Dutchy after all.

You think?
The votes are all in.

He's definitely got
what it takes

to be 'Hammersley's new Buffer.

You don't think so?
I'm reserving my judgment.

His actions were...

Very appropriate
under the circumstances.

But he did show initiative
beyond my orders.

I'm just not sold on him.

Or maybe you're just
a little bit too hard to please.

And maybe I'm not prepared
to settle for second best.

Transcript by Karin
Re-sync by honeybunny
for www.addic7ed.com