All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S05E03

One little drink.
Where's the harm? It'll be fun.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

Bombing out big-time, boys!

I'd be doing a lot better
without Mini-Me here.

Oh, vicious.

Mate, you clearly
don't know what women want.

And you do?
OK, Romeo, show me how it's done.

Her!

Go on.

Done! But stop
following me around like a poodle.

"Mini-Me" - that was funny. (LAUGHS)

Bird, in 25 words or less,
what do women want?

To be left alone.

RO!

Oh, sorry! Sorry.

Hi.
Nice try, sailor - not interested.

How did you know I was a sailor?

You might as well
have it tattooed on your forehead.

Ciao.

(LAUGHS)

(CHARGE LAUGHS)

Ah, the master at work!

(SOFTLY) Shut up.
That was so instructive.

Tell me how you...
What's your secret, Dutchy?

I'm going for a jog.

(LAUGHS)

I'll come with you.

(MOCKINGLY) I'll come with you.

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe... maybe a little bit more
charm, I could give you some of mine.

Oi!

You know, if I'm Mini-Me,
that makes you Dr Evil, yeah?

How do you feel about that?

Last one to the top buys the beers.

What?! Oh, hey!

(PANTS)

Over here, excuse me! Hi!

I twisted my ankle!

I thought no-one would come.
Let's have a look.

I don't think it's broken, but...

(CRIES OUT)

It doesn't feel like it.

I'm sorry I was rude to you before.
Oh, it's OK.

Why don't you try
putting some weight on it?

Aarggh! OW!

OK, alright. Um...

Why don't I carry you?
All the way?

Well, where are you staying -
the resort?

No, my boat's at the marina.

Oh, OK. No problem.

I'll buy the beers.

Ooh. What's with the...
I'm a filmmaker. I'm into sharks.

THAT stops them from being into me.

Thanks for rescuing me.

(EXHALES) As far as rescue attempts
go, that wasn't one of my greatest.

It was pretty good from my end.

I can manage from... Aarggh!

Oh, oh, careful, careful.

I'm fine...

You know about RICE?

Basmati or jasmine?

(LAUGHS) Rest, Ice,
Compression, Elevation.

Stay there. Rest.

Ice?

Perfect.

Keep this on it as long as you can,
it will help with the swelling.

What's next?

Compression.

How's that?

Good.

Thanks, you can go now.

OK. See ya.

See ya.

Ow! Ow! Ooh! (LAUGHS)

(COMPRESSOR CHUGS)

This isn't where you film
the killer sharks, is it?

No.

But there's a coral garden
down there to die for.

(COMPRESSED AIR HISSES)

How's that?
The winch is OK.

The gears are a bit worn, but
I can't see anything wrong with it.

Must just be temperamental.

Well, if it's mucking up, you should
get an engineer to have a look.

Bit dangerous.
Yeah, I will.

(COMPRESSED AIR HISSES)

Hey, can you give us a hand?

Need a wipe?

I don't want this weekend to end.
Me neither.

(SIGHS) We sail on the tide.

Oh!

No.

I have to see you again.

Can you come to Cairns?

You serious?
Yeah.

I don't want you to think
I'm stalking you.

Oh, I can handle
that kind of stalking.

I don't see why I couldn't
spend some time in Cairns.

Yeah!

Now you're talking.

Mm.

Just promise me
you won't get sick of me.

Somehow, I don't think
that's going to happen.

Wait, I've got an idea.

What?

Are you game?

I'm game - what?

Let's make a movie.

(GIGGLES)

CHARGE: Alrighty, there you go.
There you are, sir.

Dead horse is over there.

CO: You know, when we get home

we're alongside
for maintenance for two days.

I've already got my wish-list
together, sir.

XO: Hey, how was your R and R?

It was great. How was yours?

It was OK.

What?
Huh?

You're smiling.
Am I?

Mm.
Oh, I didn't realise.

I was... thinking
a bit about my future.

Oh?
Yeah.

Good to have a bit of a plan.

Take control of your own destiny.

Well, I'm going to get another snag.
Want one?

Ah, no, thanks.
I'm waiting for the steak.

Um, just so you know -
I'm not going to be your new CO.

What?! You're kidding, ma'am.
No, but that's OK.

I'm really looking forward to
serving under whoever Navy appoints.

(SIGHS)

COMMANDER WHITE:
What can I do for you, Kate?

Can I speak frankly, ma'am?
Of course.

I want to know why I was
passed over for promotion.

Kate, you know the Navy
doesn't go in for explanations.

I know. And that's why I'm here.

OK.

I believe there was a feeling
on the Promotions Board

that you weren't quite experienced
enough for your own command.

With respect, ma'am,
I have been Commanding Officer,

Acting Commanding Officer
on more than one occasion and...

And conducted yourself
creditably each time, I know.

This wasn't my decision, Kate.

Maybe in another 12 months
things will be different.

I do encourage you to apply again.

Ma'am.

Please know you can talk to me
about these things freely.

You're a valuable
addition to any crew.

Ma'am, who is getting command
of 'Hammersley'?

Who's gonna be our new CO?

You're not getting one.

Mike Flynn will continue
as CO of Hammersley for 12 months.

As much as I would like
his talents here,

the Fleet Command had other ideas.

So, when were you going to tell me
about being reassigned to CO?

I haven't.
You have.

Commander White just told me.

Why were you talking to Maxine?
Oh, Mike...

There must be some mistake!
No mistake.

There must be,
because last I heard...

You know, another year.
Another WHOLE year!

OK, I'll fix it.

Oh, how?
I don't know, but I will.

I'll go to the Fleet Commander,
if I have to.

You're gonna walk in there
and tell HIM...

Whatever it takes.

Kate, I'm not going
to let anything ruin our future.

I'll fix this.

On the 'Freo', I would've stripped it
down and sorted it out myself.

It would have taken
five, six hours - tops.

Now...
2 DADS: You can't go back, Charge.

Yeah, I know, I'm just saying...

Yeah, yeah, you're an old dinosaur,
modern technology sucks.

Got places to be, people to... see?

What?
Third time you looked at your watch.

Maybe, I'm just a little sick of
Charge's stories about the old days.

Hey! Whoa!

Who turned it into Pick-On-Charge
Day? And it's your shout!

Same again?
Yes, thanks.

Yes, please, Dutchy.

Hey!

I've been trying to reach you.

MAN: What's up, darl?

Sweetie, this is the sailor who
helped me when I twisted my ankle.

It's Dylan, isn't it?
(FLATLY) Yeah.

This is my husband, Don Andrews.

Pleased to meet you, Dylan.

Seems I owe you a debt of gratitude.

DON: The Great White's the largest
predatory fish in the world.

Imagine being in the water,
watching this thing coming at you!

Fast?

Like a rocket - 25 knots.
Weighing almost 2,000 kilos.

You can have that to yourself, Don.
Then, it opens its jaws.

Over 3,000 razor-sharp teeth.

The perfect killing machine.

Hey, are those cages strong?

It's taken a few hits, but I'm still
here to tell the tale. (LAUGHS)

The truth is,
I feel incredibly privileged.

Excuse, darl. Little girl's room.

Oh, it's alright to look, boys.

I haven't met a straight man yet
who wouldn't want a piece of that.

But I'd kill any bugger
that laid a hand on her.

Except Dutchy here, of course!
(ALL LAUGH)

Thank God he was there
to carry her down that mountain.

That's the only exception -
medical necessity.

You and her gyno.

(ALL CACKLE)

Just kiddin'.

I'm the luckiest bloke in the world.

(TEXT-MESSAGE ALERT BLEEPS)

Not mine.

It's mine.

Gee, that was quick.

Long queue, I gave up.

Same again?
Yeah.

Oh, you have that meeting.
Oh, I do too.

Pity, I was enjoying myself.

(ALL CHUCKLE)
See you later, Dylan.

Goodbye.
Cheers, mate.

Ask about the boat.
Oh, yeah.

Do you guys reckon we can
get a tour of the 'Hammersley'?

(TENSE MUSIC SWELLS)

(TYRES SCREECH, HORN HONKS)

Get in. Get in!

Where's your husband?
Gone to his meeting.

Please, Dutchy, I can explain
everything, just not here.

Please get in.

You haven't said a word.

You lied to me.
I-I didn't.

Oh, for God's sake, Laurel!

You never told me you were married,
and you never wore that ring!

I only wear it
when Don's around - I hate it.

Look, it just...

It happened so fast,
I didn't mean to...

Oh!

What?!
Dutchy, I'm sorry.

THAT'S your excuse?

"It all happened so fast."

(SCOFFS) OK.

So, it was fun while
it lasted, but now it's over.

No!
Laurel, I'm not gonna...

You have every right to be angry.

Neither of us asked
for this to happen.

It just has.
No. No.

Yes.
This is gonna end badly.

It won't...

..I promise.

I need you!

Yes, boss?

Dutchy, you know Mr and Mrs Andrews?

Yes, sir.

Well, they've
requested a tour of the boat

and specifically asked
for you and 2 Dads to conduct it.

Boss, I'm flat-chat at the moment...

Nothing that can't wait for a minute,
I'm sure.

Mr Andrews is old mates
with Commander Marshall.

Laurel and I would love to see
what makes this baby tick.

Yeah.

Of course, you realise
there are some areas of the boat

which are off-limits
to non-Navy personnel.

Of course, Captain.
There are always no-go areas.

We wouldn't think
of abusing your hospitality.

Lead on, lads.

Sir. Ma'am.

So this is the ship's office
where we have got internet access

and we do
a lot of our paperwork here.

Sweetheart, why don't you get 2 Dads

to show you those inflatable boat
thingies you were raving about.

Oh, the RHIBs.

Yeah. Yeah, that's back this way.

You know what, Darling,

I might get Dutchy
to show me the living quarters.

I know you're not interested
in that kind of thing.

Yeah, righto.

Oh, hon, why don't you get him
to show you through the galley?

Proof that some people
really DO cook on boats.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, could I have a squiz at
your big gun? What do you call it?

Laurel, what are...
Can I have a squiz at your big gun?

(GRUNTS) No!

(LAUGHS) No, Laurel.
What the hell is this?

Don's a boat nut.

I want you so bad. Come on.
Laurel, no, no.

You're the one that said
we had to be more discreet.

(SIGHS)

You're right. I'm sorry.

So which one's yours?

The top one.

Mmm.

You sure you can't lock the door?

Positive.

It's gonna be harder
for us to find time now, you know.

Well, we're just gonna
have to make do, aren't we?

I've fallen in love with you,
Dutchy.

You know that, don't you?

Meet me later if I can get away?
Yeah, I will.

Promise.
Yes, I promise.

Now, let's just get out of here.

OK.
Come on.

(SIGHS)

Dylan?

Stay away from my wife.

You alright, mate?

Thank God you came.
I was terrified you wouldn't.

Oh, my God, are you OK?
I'm fine.

Two minutes and I'm out of here.

How did he find out?

He found the video.
You are kidding me.

(MOUTHS SILENTLY)

I'm lucky he didn't kill me.
I thought he might try.

Normally, he only hits women.

Oh, Laurel! You gotta leave him!

I can't.
Are you kidding me?

Dutchy, I can't!

He's told me time and time again

if I left him, he'd kill me -
he'd do it.

Then go to the cops and get an AVO!
A piece of paper won't stop him!

He's Don Andrews.
He swims with killer sharks!

(LAUGHS) In a cage.

I wish he was dead, I really do.
Don't say that.

Why not?
Because it's nuts.

If he was...

..we could be together.

I love you so...
No, no, stop it.

Look, we sail in a couple of hours.
I'm gonna be gone for a week.

Let's just cool it off and then we'll
talk about things when I get back.

You're not dumping me.

No, I'm not dumping you.
OK.

You are dumping me, aren't you?

(WHIMPERS)

Thank you.

Morning.

Mate, how exactly
did that happen again?

I told you. Tip footy.

Tip?
Yeah.

Tip like that,
must be a penalty involved.

What do you reckon, Charge?
Yeah, I'd say so.

Wasn't someone you owed a couple
of shouts to, by any chance?

Come on, guys. I'll make it up to you
when I go back to port.

We know you will.
You're good for it, right?

Yes, I am.

Lemon chicken or the prawn curry?
Go the prawn!

I'll just have salad, thanks.

Uh, chips?
No chips.

I'll have his chips.

What they got your name on them?

(CHUCKLES)

I've been thinking about
what you said the other day.

About taking control of your future.

(SIGHS)

I wouldn't pay attention
to anything I said, X.

I know squat.

X.

Sir.

Anything to report?

No, sir. Everything's in order.

Very good.

Captain has the ship.

Captain has the ship.

Sir, we're receiving a mayday
on VHF Channel 16.

Put it on speaker.
Sir.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Mayday! Mayday!
This is the 'Calypso'.

I have an emergency. I need help.

That's Don and Laurel Andrews' boat.
Is anyone there?

'Calypso', this is
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

What is the nature
of your emergency? Over.

The winch is jammed.

Don's down in the diving cage.
Please! He's running out of air.

Help us!
Roger that, Mrs Andrews

What is your position? Over.

Hurry! Please!

He must almost be out of air!

Charge and 2 Dads,
you get the winch.

Is this extra diving gear?
Yes.

OK, Swain.
No, wait.

You can't send anyone down.
Why not?

If the winch is jammed...
There's sharks.

We put berley in the water to
attract them. It's a feeding frenzy.

It's too dangerous.

I would've gone down myself
if it wasn't...

Charge?

Wires are overlapped, ma'am.
Should be able to fix it.

We'll send another tank
down on the line.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Grab one.

Mrs Andrews, how deep is he?

Uh... about 15 metres.

Couldn't he let himself
out of the cage?

It's better to risk the sharks
than drown down there.

Sometimes sharks ram on it.
It could be jammed.

X, got it.

(WINCH WHIRRS)

LAUREL: It can go faster.

Can't risk the chance
of it jamming up again.

Don!

DON! (WAILS)

Let it down a bit.
(HOWLS)

Don!

(SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY)

Swain sealed up
Mr Andrews' diving gear

and his personal effects
for the police.

Mrs Andrews?
No. She's not good.

Swain's given her a mild sedative

and I'll organise for a cabin

and then task a steaming party
to sail 'Calypso' to Cairns.

Very good. I've already
alerted the authorities.

They'll be waiting for us
when we get home.

If you need anything during the
night, I'm in the cabin next door.

Thank you.

Kate.

Have you ever lost
someone that you loved?

The love of your life.

A soul mate.

No.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Well, right now
you need to get some sleep.

OK.

DUTCHY: X.

How's she doing?
She's... she's resting.

X.

Permission to speak frankly.

Yeah, of course. What is it?

Uh...

I can't believe you were passed up
for a promotion. That's not right.

Right, well...

..the Promotions Board,
in their wisdom,

didn't think that
I had enough experience.

That's rubbish, ma'am.

You're more qualified than anyone
to command this ship.

Apparently not.

Commander Flynn will be
staying on for another year.

Instead of taking up the post
at NAVCOM?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We all do what we have to do.

Yes, ma'am.

There should be
three of them up there.

If you say so, X.

I don't know.

X.
Sir.

Just heard from NAVCOM.

It's lucky you didn't send
divers down to rescue Mr Andrews.

Why's that?

Preliminary autopsy

found toxic levels of
carbon monoxide in his blood.

Most likely from
contaminated scuba tanks.

It's possible that all the tanks
on 'Calypso' were contaminated.

Question is,
how could anybody be so stupid?

Well, like most accidents,
carelessness.

If you fill the tanks too close
to the compressor's exhaust,

you risk contamination.

Yes, Mr Andrews was dead
long before we got to him.

Ma'am.

Dutchy, I loved Don once, and he
was lying dead in front of me.

That was no act.

If you think that I...
OK, calm down. I'm just saying...

For your information,
I stand to lose everything.

What about insurance?
What he did was high-risk.

Insurance companies
wouldn't touch him.

Not against accidental death
whilst diving.

How...

How dare you even suggest...
Think of how it looks, Laurel.

No. You dumped me,
now it's my turn to dump you.

Get away from me!
Calm down.

Get away from me, I swear!

Get away from me
or I'll call the police! Go!

And don't come back!

Here he is now.

Dutchy, these gentlemen are police.

Detectives Shadlow and Rutger. We'd
like to ask you a few questions.

What about?

We're investigating
the death of Don Andrews.

Mrs Andrews has made certain
allegations we need to investigate.

What sort of allegations?

Maybe we should discuss this
somewhere a little more private.

The ship's office.

Gentlemen. Pipe Swain to the office.

Yes, sir.

This is Chris Blake,
our Petty Officer Coxswain.

Swain is our
police officer on board.

You used to be in the job -
Brisbane CIB, right?

That's right, have we met?
Don't think so.

Mrs Andrews has made
some allegations involving Dutchy.

What sort of allegations?

She says Dylan here
has been stalking her

ever since they met
at a resort a week ago.

(SCOFFS) That's nuts.

Detective, Mr and Mrs Andrews were
on this boat just a few days ago.

They even requested
Dutchy show them around.

That's when Mrs Andrews says
she became aware of his obsession.

She says he made
an improper suggestion to her.

What?!

One she was too shocked
and embarrassed to report.

That's an absolute load of...
Dutchy!

Sir... Laurel Andrews and I
have been having an affair.

An affair?
Yeah, that's right.

For how long?
Since we met.

Can anyone confirm this?

Well, no. We were very discreet.

I see.

I've been with her
in her boat, in her car...

Whenever and wherever we could.

We've been like rabbits,
to be honest.

SHE'S the one that made
the improper suggestion in my cabin.

Mind if we look at your cabin?
Have you got a warrant?

Well, if Dylan here
has nothing to hide.

No! Go ahead.

Dylan's bunk?

It's the top one.

Can you tell me what's on this, son?
No.

I've never seen
that before in my life.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

I didn't take those -
she's planted them.

After you knocked back
her indecent proposition?

Yeah.

Her husband was seen vigorously
warning you off at a local pub -

we have a bar full of witnesses.

Because he found out
about the affair.

She was heard
ordering you off her boat.

Look... she's called my phone.
(PHONE THUDS)

She's sent me texts -
you can trace them.

"Car park in five. Call me."

"Not now. See you at two."

Hardly enough to make a nun blush,
but we'll check this number.

One more question.

When you board a boat,
you normally wear gloves, right?

Yes.

That was the case
when you boarded 'Calypso'?

Yes, why?

We found a fingerprint
on Mr Andrews' scuba tank

that we haven't
been able to identify.

SWAIN: That would be mine.

I took my gloves off to find
a pulse, then impounded his gear.

It's not yours, we checked. As
an ex-cop, your prints are on file.

It was a greasy print,

so it's possible
it was done before he went diving.

It could've even been done

by the person who filled the tank
with contaminated air.

Would you be willing to have
your fingerprints taken, Dylan?

Yeah, look, it probably is mine.

As I said before, I was on their
boat and I used their dive gear.

That's right, so you did.

Shall we go?

Detective, I'd like to get a fleet
legal officer on board on this.

He is entitled to representation.
Is that what you want, son?

Yes, sir.

Alright, as a courtesy to Navy
and with your assurance, Captain,

1:00 this afternoon.

Please don't be late.
I'll make sure he's there.

(PHONE RINGS)

'Hammersley',
Lieutenant McGregor speaking.

Kate, it's Maxine White.

Ah, ma'am, I will just get
Commander Flynn for you.

No, it's you I need to see.
Could you come to NAVCOM now?

May I ask why, ma'am?

I'll tell you when you get here.

Did you know Mike went to
the Fleet Commander this morning?

No, ma'am.

You didn't? Are you sure?

I knew that he was planning to go,
but I didn't know that he went.

OK. Thanks for coming in.

That's all?
Yes.

Oh, one more thing, Kate.

I know what's
going on between you and Mike.

Excuse me?!

Ma'am, whatever you think,

Commander Flynn and I
have done nothing wrong.

Knowing you both, I believe you.

If that rumour ever got out,
it would destroy Mike's career.

And yours.

Mike's threatened to resign

if Navy doesn't review
its decision re his posting.

Did you know that?

No.

We both know that Navy
IS Mike's life, don't we, Kate?

Probably better than he does.

Think about that, Lieutenant.

That's all.

LAUREL: Promise me something?
What?

You won't boast about this
to your shipmates.

I won't say anything.

I promise.

(SIGHS)

2 Dads!

Mate, word is, you've been taking
some naughty piccies.

I've been set up.

When the Andrews asked for the boat
tour, Laurel arranged it, right?

No, hubby did - you were there!

No, I wasn't.

Must have been one of those
rare moments you were buying drinks.

No, they were leaving and he said,
"I'd love to see the boat".

You sure it wasn't her?
Positive.

She might have given him a nudge,
I suppose.

No, she set it up! Must have.

She needed to plant the USB stick

just like she needed me
to leave a fingerprint on his tank.

Dutchy, you're starting to sound
a little bit stressed out, man.

The twisted ankle
was probably faked as well,

and her mobile's bound to be

one of those pre-paid jobs
that's untraceable.

She's planned this entire thing,
down to every last detail.

OK, I'm starting to get a little bit
worried. You're sounding like Charge.

I'm screwed, 2 Dads!

Let the legal guys handle it, OK?

I mean, you didn't kill the guy.

Did you?

I'm gonna take that as a no.

Hey, how did the old guy
get the drop on you?

That's a bit embarrassing.

It was one punch,
it was from behind.

Hang on, that's it.
What?

If Don Andrews found
a video of Laurel and I having sex

do you reckon he would
have let me off with one punch?

No. Old Don,
he would have killed you.

He never found the video!

She's just spinning him
the same stalker story

that she's spinning to the cops.

Dutchy, where are you going?

It might still be on the boat.
What?

The sex video! It proves that
I'm not making all this stuff up.

Dutchy, you can't go!

You've got an interview
with the cops, mate.

Tell THEM!
They've already made up their mind.

And if you value your balls, you
do not tell anyone where I've gone.

I mean it!
I believe you.

Sir, there's a Lieutenant
Commander Kwan from Fleet Legal

waiting for you
and Dutchy at Security.

Thanks, RO.
Get Dutchy for me, will you?

He took off on his motorbike
about half an hour ago.

Sorry, why is a fleet
legal officer interested in Dutchy?

The police think
he killed Don Andrews.

What?!

Yeah, I know. Crime of passion -
it's incomprehensible.

If he doesn't turn up, then...

It makes him look guilty,
and I've also given my word.

So where the hell is he?

(BOTTLES CLINK)

(LAUREL GRUNTS)
(HEAVY THUD)

XO: Dutchy, you need to
get yourself back here now.

Whatever has happened, I'm sure that
there is a reasonable explanation.

See ya.

He's not at his flat
or any of his usual haunts, sir.

Alright, looks like
he's done a runner, then.

Sir! I think I know
where he might be.

Where?

Ah, Laurel Andrews' boat,
the 'Calypso'.

RO, get onto the Harbourmaster, find
out if 'Calypso's still in port.

Keep talking.

He said there might be the evidence
there that proves his story.

And you waited until now
to come forward with this?

What sort of evidence?
A video, ma'am.

Of them, you know,
getting up close and personal.

Oh, I see.

RO: 'Calypso' left
roughly 20 minutes ago.

The last radar contact
has her heading north.

Sir, what do you want to do?

We go after them.
X, prepare to crash sail.

We can't sail without Buffer.
I'm giving permission.

RO, get me NAVCOM and the police.
Sir.

XO: On a day like today,

there's going to be plenty of
pleasure craft out on the Reef.

CO: RO, contact each vessel,

make sure you get
a positive ID that checks out.

This is going to be
a process of elimination.

Yes, sir.

You went to the Fleet Commander
this morning?

I have my sources.

How did it go?

I stated my case,
got a reasonable hearing.

I think it's all
going to work out just fine.

That's great news, then.

Yeah.

Mm.

(RATTLES CAGE)

You're awake.

Just when it's getting
to the good bit.

I'm presuming it was THIS
you were looking for.

(SADLY) Oh!
(SPLASH)

Oh, well! Have to get my jollies
someplace else.

(CALLS) Carol!

You haven't met my friend.
WOMAN: Hi, Dutchy.

Carol took the photos
they found in your cabin.

Nice work, by the way.
Thank you.

It was all a lie.
Except for one thing.

No insurance company would
cover Don for a diving accident.

But when the police announce
it was murder by a crazy stalker,

who has disappeared from the face of
the earth, they'll have to pay out.

You're such a fool -
you'll never get away with it.

I already have.

(MONITOR BLEEPS)

There are three possible contacts.

Which one?

It's time.

Laurel! Laurel! Don't do this.

Laurel.

LAUREL!

Laurel! LAUREL!

(CLANG!)

(WINCH GROANS)

(WINCH-CHAIN GRINDS)

It's jammed again.

Grab the cable cutters,
we'll have to cut the cable.

OK.

(CLANG!)

But what about the cage?

We'll figure it out later.

Come on.

(CLANG!)

Come on.

(ENGINE REVS)

XO: (ON MEGAPHONE)
This is the Australian Navy.

Step away from the winch!
Help!

HELP!

(CLANG!)

Get back!
XO: Get that cage up, Charge.

Swain, restrain these two.

(SHOUTS) Let go of me!
We saw what you did!

(WINCH GROANS)

X, this is cactus.

The winch won't hold
the cage for much longer.

The cable's gonna go!

Look out!
(SPLASH!)

SWAIN: X, I don't see him.

2 Dads, get down there.

(BUBBLES POP)

CHARGE: 2 Dads, wait a minute!

(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

Get him up!

2 DADS: Dutchy,
give us your hand, mate.

CHARGE: Dutchy, come on,
give us your hands.

Captain, X. We got him up, sir.

CO: Well done, X.

2 DADS: Welcome back, big guy.

Thanks, mate.
I've got you.

So he just popped the hinges?
Yeah.

Lucky. Otherwise...

2 DADS: Hey.

Hey.

Hey, listen, thanks for, um...

Telling the CO where to find you?
Yeah.

(CAR STARTS)

Yeah.

I get to keep my balls, right?

If it's any consolation,
I wouldn't have picked her either.

Hey, you know what, still happy
to learn at the feet of the master.

Yeah?

You're wasting your time, mate.

What I know about women
you could fit on the head of a pin.

I still owe you a beer, don't I?

Now that you mention it, a couple.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Now you're talkin'! (LAUGHS)

I've... I've cancelled
the tickets for Tahiti.

You what?!

Don't worry, we're not gonna
lose any money on them, I've...

I'm just having second thoughts.

About what? About the holiday?
(SIGHS)

About us!

It's just... I just need
some time to think about... things.

And just, finally,
when it could happen...

Kate, it WILL happen.
I don't want it to.

I don't want it, I'm sorry.

Kate!