All language subtitles for Sea Patrol 4x06 Big Fish-eng

Oh, yeah, here we go!

Are you on?
(LAUGHS)

Eugh.
Oh, relax.

It's just a bit of squid.
Yeah, but it's so slimy.

Hey! I thought the rule
was bait your own hook.

I don't do slimy.

Guess that kills
2Dads's chances.

He's a monster! Get the net!

Don't get the net.
Get the camera, Bomber.

Oh!
(LAUGHTER)

That's your monster?
It's huge!

Mate, I don't think this
thing's got a macro setting.

Mate, it's bigger than it looks.

Oh, bet you say that
to all the girls.

(LAUGHS)

Er, how do I cast it?
OK.

So, you take this off.
Yep.

Then put your thumb on there.

(LAUGHS LOUDLY)

(LAUGHTER)

What's with the get-up, Charge?

A man's only as good
as his tools, 2Dads.

Welcome, Captain Ahab.

Are they trout flies
on your hat?

It's for decoration, Dutchy.
It's all about the lure.

Mate, I reckon that
cost you a bomb.

Bloke at the Tackle Warehouse

did a deal
on the whole shebang.

It was a smidge shy of a grand.

Oh! (LAUGHS)
Must have seen him coming!

Alright, well, why don't
you guys just stay back

when I land my first fish?

XO: I just don't think
it's my position

to have to deal with that.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)
MIKE: It's your job.

Sir, aircraft closing
from astern.

Line of sight 1 -0.

Seaplane?
No.

Let's see what they've got
to say for themselves.

XO: It's a small Cessna,
by the look of it.

Cessna aircraft off my stern,

this is Australian warship
calling you on UHF 1 6.

Come in.
(RADIO CRACKLES)

What's he doing?
Buzzing the navy for a lark.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Cessna aircraft off my stern,
this is Australian warship...

Hey, Charge, seeing as
how you're not doing too much,

do you mind getting me the net?

(REEL SPINS)
I've...I've got one.

You on?
Yeah.

Holy hell. If not a mackerel,
it could be a dogtooth.

It could be a marlin.

You have reeled in a big game
fish before, haven't you?

Well, I got a big flathead
in the Maroochy River once.

Oh!
Right.

No, no, no. Let him fight,
let him fight.

SWAlN: OK, reel, reel,
reel, reel.

You've got a fight
on your hands, Charge.

Say the word and I'll jump in.
(GRUNTS) I'm OK.

Oh, no. No fear.
Hey. He's rather close.

I'm gonna bring this in
if it's the last thing I do.

2DADS: What's this guy up to?

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

2DADS: What the hell...?

Nut case.

(GROWLS)

"Sea Patrol: S04E06"
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Victor, Hotel, India,
Quebec, Sierra.

Yes!

Victor, Hotel, India, Quebec,

Szzzzt-t-t-t Sierra.

I gotcha.

Victor, Hotel, India,
Quebec, Sierra.

Punched the tail number
into the CASA website.

Registered to some cow cocky
called Mathieson

in the Territory.

I say we give the feds a bell.

I don't think we'll
go that far, Charge.

It was just some hot-shot pilot
trying to razz us up.

That hot-shot cost me
an $800 rod, sir,

and a fair bit of pride.

Charge, publicity only
encourages idiots like that.

There's plenty of fish
in the sea, Charge.

Fish like that come along
once in a lifetime, X.

Charge, are you aware that Bird
is on marine tech rotation?

What?

Might be nice of you
to teach her a thing or two.

(SCOFFS)

Of course, sir.

There's something in the water
right ahead. Range, near.

MIKE: Stop both engines.
Port, 30.

SWAlN: Stop both engines.
Port, 30.

Midships.
Midships.

Full astern both engines.
Full astern both engines.

XO: We didn't see anything
on the radar.

If it's a boat,
we haven't had any EPIRBs.

Or any maydays. And no recent
storm activity to speak of.

It's not just
jettisoned debris.

There's actually
some structure there.

X, it's not a boat.

It's part of a wing
off a plane.

Let's get Charge up here.

Any sign of the main cabin, X?
XO: Negative.

Looks like most of the
central section has gone down.

Sir, the RCC's detected

the aircraft's
emergency transmitter

at our current coordinates,
so that's it.

What's the water depth here?

Approximately 600 metres.

Mark the position, RO.

CHARGE: It explains
the erratic flight pattern.

Must have been low on fuel,

or mechanical problems
or something.

Strange - no maydays.
Yeah.

And they didn't respond
to our transmissions.

Puts the loss of some fishing
tackle into perspective.

Sir.

There's something in the water.
200 metres.

Right 4-5!

XO: Sir, we've got
someone in the water.

XO: Sir!

Just come up this way
a bit more.

BOMBER: Stop!

DUTCHY: Two, three.

SWAlN: He's got a pulse!
XO: He's alive.

We need a stretcher
on the quarterdeck.

BOMBER: What's with
the overalls?

SWAlN: Pupils are 3mm to 4mm,
bit sluggish.

These burns to
his face and hands

appear pretty superficial.

2Dads, I need you to get me

a bowl of water
with lots of ice in it

and plenty of face washers.

Roger.

Luckily he doesn't look like

he's got any
inhalational burns.

BP's 1 60 on 95.
OK.

Swaino?
Er, head injury, sir.

His blood pressure is a bit
high and his pulse is tachy.

But we really won't know
where we stand

until we check
his Glasgow Coma Scale.

English, Swain.
Need a medevac.

RO's already put in a request.

Sir, what he's wearing is...
Prison overalls.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Commander White,

Lieutenant Commander Flynn
on the sat phone.

Now, the Cessna's confirmed
as belonging to

a cattle property
in the Top End, Mike.

I mean, details
are still sketchy

but there was an incident
involving

an overturned prison bus
about 200 k's out of Darwin.

So we're talking
escaped prisoners?

Three prisoners
are unaccounted-for.

And it seems they hijacked
the property owner,

a Jim Mathieson,

and forced him
to fly them out in his Cessna.

They were heading for PNG, given
the direction they were flying.

And the prisoner number
on those overalls

identifies your injured man
as Karl Butterworth.

He's a convicted rapist
and murderer.

Now, I am waiting on
information on this Butterworth

from Northern Territory
prison services

and I will email it to you
as soon as it arrives.

Thank you.

And the medevac?

I'm afraid I've got
some more bad news for you.

Our patient's name
is Karl Butterworth.

But we have a problem, Swain.
Medevac's a no-go.

Assets are tied up
in the Timor Sea.

Best we can do is steam home
at top speed.

Alright. So when are we
getting underway, then?

The X is doing another sweep
of the debris field.

Two other prisoners and a pilot
were on that Cessna.

We have to absolutely certain.

Sir, what's this man
in prison for?

He was convicted
of rape and murder.

But given his condition,
I don't think he's a danger.

Can you manage him
until we reach port?

I guess so.

I'll check on the X's progress.

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Bomber. He's stopped breathing.
Grab the Ambu bag.

Bomber!

Bomber! You right?

XO OVER RADIO: That's three
comprehensive sweeps.

I'd say anyone else
on that plane hasn't made it.

OK, X. Head back to the ship
and we'll get underway.

Problem, boss.
I'm running out of saline.

Without an IV infusion, I don't
think I can keep this man alive

long enough
to get back to port.

Well, unfortunately we don't
have any other option, Swain.

We might. Tapoa Island
is 4 miles to the south of us.

Now, there's a small Red Cross
clinic in the village.

It should have saline solution
and other medical equipment

that will help me
manage him better.

OK, contact the clinic,
see if they can help out.

This looks suspiciously like
Tuesday night's fish casserole.

Bomber's busy.

If it wasn't that, it'd be
last Sunday's lasagna.

Eugh!
Smells a bit pongy.

2Dads, if you don't like it,
don't eat it.

Have you got any muffins?

Oh! Yeah.
Yeah.

That's it?

Charge, can you pass me
the dead horse, please?

Yeah, sure.

Give me the muffin.
Hmm?

Give me the muffin.
Do I look like a sap to you?

Charge, you do look like
a bit of a sap.

Charge! I'm sorry to interrupt
the fun and games.

I've got a little job for you.

Can't do anything on
an empty stomach, ma'am.

You won't be using your
stomach. It's a simple pick-up.

Who am I picking up,

apart from 2Dads
and dropping him on his head?

Dr Nadal. Swain spoke with him.
He's over on Tapoa Island.

I need you to take
a shore party,

pick him up,
bring him back to 'Hammersley'.

Sure. Just one thing.
What?

I'm taking him.
Absolutely.

You can take Dutchy too.

The village is just
a short hike into the jungle.

Good job, Robert.

(MOCKINGLY) Good job, Robert.

You've, er, got your lunch
on your chin, mate.

Oh, that's a bit of overkill
there, Dutchy.

It's just a pick-up, mate.

I've always said it's better

to have a gun
than need a gun, Charge.

Charge, I hear you guys
are going to the island.

Yeah.

I'm on marine tech rotation,

so it's my job to shadow you,
right, go where you go?

It's not a marine tech job,
Bird.

Please, please, please, Charge.

I won't be a problem,
I promise. Please.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, you're the boss.

One condition.
You stay with the RHlB.

Anything to feel real sand
beneath my feet.

Alright, go...get
special...helmet. Go.

Yep.
Go. Go.

Sucker and a soft touch.
(LAUGHS)

Hey.

Bird, keep one eye on this RHlB
and one ear on that radio.

And all this lovely sand
between my toes.

You just keep your boots on.

Come on, let's go.

(FIRE CRACKLES)

Jeez. "Simple pick-up,"
she said.

"Short hike into the jungle,"
she said.

Well, there'd better be
an all-day breakfast here,

I can tell you that
for nothing.

Hello. Anyone here?

Looks like it's well past
lunchtime.

Char-grilled whatever
the hell that is, anyone?

Didn't know Bomber was cooking
for the locals now.

(LAUGHTER)

DUTCHY: Hello?
(WATER TRICKLES)

You hear that?

Nothing to hear.
Exactly.

Hello?

Hello!

Dr Nadal!

Hello!

Looks like somebody left
in a hurry.

Somebody? The whole village.

Australian Navy. Anyone here?

(WHISTLES)
Dr Nadal!

Hello!

CHARGE: 2Dads, watch our backs
for any movement.

(WHISPERS) Charge.

His throat's been cut, sir.

The whole village,
it's deserted.

It's like they've left
in a real hurry. Over.

Tapoa Island's had its fair
share of conflict in the past,

sir, rascals and the like.

Charge, are you armed
and in Kevlar vests?

Negative, sir.

Dutchy's got a pistol but l...
I didn't think it was necessary.

Over.

Sir, I told him that it was
a straightforward pick-up.

OK. You can lead
a second shore party.

RO, go with the X. Fully armed
with the extra plates.

Charge, I'm sending over
a second shore party.

I want you three
to head to the beach.

They'll replace you
and conduct a search. Over.

Copy that, sir. Out.

Excuse me, X.
Yep.

RO, you wanna go ahead,
get the RHlB in the water?

Swain needs you to search
the Red Cross clinic,

see if you can get
what he needs.

He's made a list. Saline
solution, morphine, Solugel.

Oh, Melolin - that's
a non-stick dressing.

Bomber, why don't you join us,

then you can just get
this stuff yourself?

I would, but Swain
needs me here, ma'am.

Well, can't Bird assist him?

Bird?
Yeah.

Sir.
X, what's the hold-up?

We've got a problem.
Bird is on the island.

What?

According to Bomber, Charge
let Bird join the shore party.

OK, get over there
as quick as you can.

MIKE: Charge. CO.
Go ahead, sir.

Charge, do you have Bird
with you?

Negative, sir.

What do you mean 'negative'?

I've just been told you let her
join the shore party.

Left her minding the RHlB.

Bird, this is Charge. Over.

Bird, this is Charge. Over.

Bird! Charge! Come in! Bird!

Where are you?

(YELLS)
DUTCHY: 2Dads?

(GROANS)

You right?
You OK?

Yeah.
What's this?

A life raft.

2DADS: I got a really bad
feeling about this, Charge.

That's the tail number
from the crashed Cessna.

And there's the pilot and two
escapees unaccounted-for, eight?

Both convicted murderers.

Oh, great.

Australian Navy! Stop!

Where did they get guns?

OK, I'm gonna circle around
to the west, try to flank him.

You two keep his focus here.
What?!

You want us
to be sitting ducks?

No. I want you to be decoys.

He's got an automatic weapon.
You've only got a 9mm.

And we've got sweet F-A.
You hesitate, you die.

You may as well
drop that gun of yours now!

The place is gonna be crawling
with navy in a minute.

Yeah, and I won't be here.

There's no way
off this island, mate.

You're not gonna get far

in that pretty little
life raft of yours.

I've got Mathieson.

Guys, he's holding
the pilot hostage.

I need one of you to create
a distraction on his east flank.

Righto. I'll go.

Charge!

I hope you've got
plenty of ammo.

Is that little pop gun
all you got?

Dutchy, Charge has gone over.

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Back off!

Back off or I shoot him
in the head.

Please, God, do what he says.
I mean it.

I got nothing to lose.
I'll kill him.

Alright.

Alright, I'm backing off.

Australian Navy,
drop your weapon.

Charge.

You OK, Mr Mathieson?
Yeah.

He's dead.

Pretty good shooting, Dutchy.

It was a ballsy manoeuvre,
Charge.

Where's the other guy?

I don't know.

He took off. A while back.

Bird.

Where are you?

(SCREAMS)
Hey! No! No! Don't!

Let me go!
(MAN GROANS)

Help!
Hey!

Help!

You put your hands
where I can see them!

Bird, move back from him!
Come back here to me.

You stay where you are!

Got him?
Yeah, I got him.

Bird! Did he hurt her?
No.

Face down!
(GROANS)

We made it in time, Charge.
(GROANS)

Just.

You're OK.

(SIGHS)

You showed some seriously
poor judgment.

You took a GX on a shore party

without following
proper procedure.

Yes, sir.

I just thought that because
she was on my rotation...

Bird is a gap recruit.

She joins evolutions
only with my express approval.

Now, I'm not saying you could
have anticipated what happened,

but you should never
have left her alone

and in charge of
minding that RHlB.

That is a seaman's
responsibility.

It won't happen again, sir.
No, it won't.

You can go.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Dutchy, I want a full report
on that shooting

and your divisional officer
will organise counselling.

I guess that's
not optional, sir.

Yes, sir.

So I managed to get Solugel,

non-stick dressing,
saline solution.

There's a few vials
of morphine in there.

Although, the guy
that Dutchy shot

had already pumped
most of that into his leg.

Thanks, RO. You did well, mate.

So is the rapist/murderer
gonna live?

BOMBER: Just in here,
Mr Mathieson.

Er, Swain?
Yeah.

This is Mr Mathieson.

He's got a few cuts and
abrasions that need cleaning.

Yeah. Um, Bomber,
can you, um...?

We can take him
into the seniors' mess

and treat him in there.

Sure. Sorry.

Mr Mathieson, just follow me.

I don't think
you need stitches.

Butterfly clips
should do the job.

(KNOCKS)

Mr Mathieson, I'm Mike Flynn,
Commanding Officer.

You've been through
quite an ordeal.

Yes.

Your Cessna,
did it run out of fuel or...

Oh, I had to ditch it.

It was a last resort,
believe me.

You're a hero, Mr Mathieson.
It's Jim.

And I'm no hero.

I thought I was gonna die
today, more than once.

Well, you're safe now.

Karl Butterworth is no danger

and the other fella
is under armed guard.

The third escapee was killed,
as you know.

Well, that makes me
a bit happier.

I know someone else who'll be
a lot happier, tour wife.

NAVCOM will be contacting
her soon.

I'll leave you to it.
Very good.

(BREATHES NOISILY)

My watch.

Is he OK?

He reckons
he's got chronic asthma.

Can't breathe.

There's no air in here.

I...maybe I busted a rib.

Has Swain seen him?

No, I just brought him
straight down here.

Don't you think that
Swain should see him,

at least give him a puff
on some Ventolin or something?

It's pretty stuffy in here.

Alright, I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Sir, some of the blisters
have already burst.

We're just applying Solugel
and Melolin dressing.

Yeah, I've already got an IV...
Swain.

Just a sec, sir.
(GROANS)

Mr Butterworth, Mr Butterworth,
can you hear me?

Swaino, you're needed in
Austere, mate.

Just a minute.

Sir, patient's semiconscious
and in obvious pain.

I'm gonna need to
give him some morphine.

I just need your OK for that.

Yep.

Yeah, OK.

OK, alright. I'll call if there
are any further developments.

Yeah?

The other con in Austere
reckons he's got asthma.

Charge wants you
to check him out.

Ah, Bird.

Can you grab Bird, please?
Oi. (WHISTLES)

Chicken legs. Swain wants ya.

(GROANS)

Swain?
Yeah, Bird.

Can you give Bomber a hand in
here while I go down to Austere?

Sure.
OK.

OK, Bomb, Fleet Medical's
instruction

is 2 milligrams of morphine
every 1 0 minutes.

I'm gonna give him
one dose here.

Wait another 1 0 minutes.

If he's still in any pain, give
him another 1 0 milligrams, OK?

(WHISPERS) OK.

(HOARSELY) I wasn't gonna
hurt her.

She just... She turned around
and fell.

I just wanted the...

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

What?

The keys to the inflatable.

So you could continue
your escape.

So I could go home,
back to the mainland,

turn myself in.

Then why escape
in the first place?

I didn't wanna get on
that plane, I just...

.. I don't know, got caught up
in it all, I guess.

The way I hear it...

..you fled from
an overturned prison van.

I figured if I could get free,
I could prove my innocence.

I didn't murder my wife.
(LAUGHS)

I was framed by the police.
Right.

Don't tell me,
it was a one-armed man.

It was my best mate.

He was having
an affair with her.

Prison's full
of innocent men, eh?

If you're so innocent,
why did you kill a doctor?

I wasn't a part of that,
I swear.

As soon as we got to
the island, I took off.

I'd never hurt anyone.
I'm a pacifist.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thanks, Swain.
Alright.

Do you know how to use
one of these?

That the escapee in Austere?
Yep.

What you reading that for?

I was actually looking up
Butterworth

but this just came up,
thought I'd check it out.

Says he's an innocent man.
Yeah.

And he was framed by police.

Right. And I thought
I was the conspiracy nut.

You are - fake moon landings,
alien abductions,

those photographs of the
four-breasted Estonian woman.

That woman is documented fact.
(SCOFFS)

Alright. Who does he say
murdered his wife?

Best mate.
(SCOFFS) Motive?

According to Mr Logan,

his best mate and his wife
were having an affair.

She was gonna out them both

if the best mate
didn't get a divorce.

Sounds vaguely plausible.

But why would the police

go to all the trouble
of framing Logan?

I don't get that.

Why didn't they just
go after the real killer?

I don't know.
Why don't you go ask him?

Mrs Mathieson?

I've got your husband
right here.

I'll just be in the passage.
Thanks, Captain.

(HOARSELY) Hello.

Mmm, yep.

The throat. Yeah, burnt.

(CLEARS THROAT)
No, I'm OK.

Really.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I can't really talk.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Yeah, it's horrible.

Yeah, I miss you too, darling.

Love you, sweetheart.
See you soon.

BIRD: Bomber, I think he needs
another shot of morphine.

(GROANS)

It's been over 1 0 minutes,
Bomber.

Look, it's nearly 1 5 minutes.

Bomber, look at him.

The man needs another
shot of morphine.

Swain said that...
I know what Swain said.

Then why aren't you
giving him the shot?

Do you honestly think a man
like this deserves pain relief?

Are you serious?

He raped and murdered
three women, Bird.

One of them was 1 6,
a year younger than you.

How do you know that?

I made it my business
to find out.

OK.

But he's still suffering.

Not nearly as much
as those women suffered.

Look, if you don't give him
the shot of morphine, I will.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Satisfied?

Move.

Jeez, it's stuffy in here.

Tell somebody who cares.

Hey.

I thought you'd done
your watch.

Yeah, I just figured
I'd let you off the hook.

Shouldn't we stick to
the X's roster?

2Dads, I'm offering you
the opportunity to skive off.

This doesn't mean
I owe you, yeah?

You can't turn around tomorrow
and call in a favour...

Just go and watch a DVD.

(LAUGHS)

(WHEEZES)

Saw some interesting
news clippings about you

on the Net, Logan.

Prosecution had a pretty
solid case against you.

Oh, yeah?

What motive did I have?

They said you found out
about the affair.

It was a crime of passion.

Never had a clue.

I thought we were happy.

Makes me a gullible fool,
not a murderer.

A similar thing
happened to my dad.

My mum cheated on him
with his best mate.

But he said he always felt like
killing his mate and not my mum.

Exactly. (WHEEZES)

If I'd known, I would have
gone after Barry, not Rhonda.

We'd been mates 20 years.

Why would the police frame you?

Why wouldn't they try and prove

the case against
the real killer?

Barry...was a cop. (WHEEZES)

They were... (WHEEZES)
..looking after their own.

I can't breathe.
Logan?

There's no air in here.
This isn't working.

(WHEEZES)
You alright?

Here. Easy.

Just let me... Easy.
Come on. Come with me.

Up the hatch.
Go. Get up the hatch.

(WHEEZES)

That's it. Just go straight out.

Suck it in -
good, fresh sea air.

Stay there.

Mr Mathieson.

G'day. I need you to go to the
wardroom and get Swain for me.

Sorry. Do you know
where the wardroom is?

Is that where they're treating
that Butterworth guy?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I need you to ask the Swain
to come out to the boat deck.

Tell him Logan's having
another asthma attack.

OK.
Thanks, mate.

I can't give you any more
morphine

for another five minutes, OK?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yeah?

I'm looking for the Swain.
Yeah, that's me.

Need you up on deck. Logan's
having an asthma attack.

OK, thank you.

No more morphine
for five minutes, OK?

BOMBER: OK, cool.

(GASPS)
Let go of me!

That man...that...
Let go of me, you freak!

No, he's not... (COUGHS)

He's not... That man...

Just breathe in and out
as slowly as you can.

CHARGE: How's the guy
in the wardroom?

Yeah, I think he's gonna be OK.

Suffering from
a bit of concussion

but he's starting to come round
a bit more.

That's good.

That's it, mate,
just breathe in and out.

His lungs sound clear,
his breathing's back to normal.

But just in case, hang onto that

and give me a call
if he has another attack.

Thanks, Swain.

Answer me something.
What?

If I could give you information

that would save lives
on this boat,

what would it be worth?

Would you let me escape?

What sort of question's that?

If I told you something
that would save lives here,

maybe even the lives
of your shipmates,

would you look the other way,
let me go?

(ALARM BLARES)

RO: Smoke alarm. Laundry.

Alarm, alarm, alarm. Smoke
alarm activated in the laundry.

Standing sea fire party,
muster and investigate.

Charge, to the bridge
at the rush.

What's going on?

Sir, can you make your way up
to the top deck, please?

Charge, Marine Link console.
Yes, sir.

What have we got,
fire or smoke?

Just smoke at the moment,
but where there's smoke...

Yeah.

Bridge.
Charge, this is Dutchy.

Go ahead, Dutchy.
Yeah, it's a bogey, mate.

There's no smoke
in here at all.

Righto.

Well, do a thorough check
of any adjacent compartments.

Get 2Dads to double-check
the smoke detector,

see if it's faulty.

Yep, copy that.

Do you wanna go and check
on the patient,

make sure the alarm
hasn't unsettled him?

You need to check that,
make sure it's not faulty.

And we need to check
the adjacent compartments.

There's no fire or smoke
in the laundry, sir.

OK. Everyone can relax.
Looks like a false alarm.

(GROANS)

Oh!

(GROANS)

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

Bomber...you alright?

You alright?
(COUGHS)

SITREP, Dutchy.

DUTCHY: We're still clearing
the upper deck, sir.

No sign of him as yet.

After we secure this area,
we'll head to the lower decks.

Roger.

Are you OK?
Yes, sir.

Sir, this just in from NAVCOM,

though they claim they sent it
over an hour ago.

It confirms what our patient
seems to be saying.

Well, he must have
changed clothes

with Jim Mathieson
at some point.

Mmm.

Dutchy. CO.
Go ahead, sir.

I have confirmation

the man we're searching for
is Karl Butterworth.

What's going on?
I heard the alarms and l...

Butterworth went for the pilot?
Yeah.

Did he kill him?
No.

But he...he almost killed
young Bomber

but I got to her in time.

I told you. (LAUGHS)

What happens now?

We're still looking for
Butterworth - he got away...

I'm not talking about
Butterworth. What about me?

We had a deal, eight?

I gave you information
that saved lives on this boat.

XO OVER P.A. : Stand by
to dock home port.

Special sea duty men
and cable party, close up.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

Hey! Oi! Ol!

(SIREN WAILS)

XO: Pass over lines!
MAN: Stand by, one.

Aheave in one.

Dutchy, SITREP.
Still no sign of him, boss.

I'm checking upper decks.
2Dads is heading aft.

MIKE: Nothing's coming up
on the CCTV either.

I want Butterworth
under lock and key, Dutchy.

Keep me informed.

(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: One secure.

Two secure.

Oi!

Dutchy, he's going
for the wharf!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

DUTCHY: Radio security!

XO: We need security
on the wharf.

This is XO 'Hammersley'.
Security on the wharf.

2Dads, head him off,
head him off.

XO: He's on 'Benalla'.
He's heading for 'Benalla'.

Stop!

Where are you going, mate?

You got nothing.

Hey!

Stop!

Good on you, Dutchy.

We got him, boss.

Thank you.

Hey.

Follow me.

Alright.

Up there.

That's it.
You'll have to swim for it.

You're a man of your word,
Charge,

but there's an awful lot of
federal coppers on that wharf.

Yeah, and they've all got
their eyes on the wharf,

not on the water.

Look, if you're innocent
like you say,

then I'm giving you a chance
to prove yourself.

Just let me check
if the rope's secure.

I thought you were a pacifist.

And an innocent man.

I reckon I'm gonna need
one of these

to get me out of this pickle.

Played you like a fiddle,
Charge.

(WHEEZES)

(LAUGHS)

Gun's empty, you idiot.

(GROANS)

I gave you a chance
to prove yourself.

You failed.

(GRUNTS)
You think I'm a soft touch?

Well, you think again.

Well, Charge,
a 1 2-hour turnaround.

Maybe time for
a spot of fishing.

Nah, I think I'm through
with fishing, X.

Really? What about
the one that got away?

"Plenty of fish in the sea"?

"The one that got away"?

Is this about fish, X, or is it
a comment on my single status?

I would not presume
to advise anyone

on their romantic life, Charge,
believe me.

I was talking about fish.

Nah, I think I've just got
my last one.

Ma'am.
What have you got there?

Rope. It was tied off
the starboard waist.

It was dangling in the water.
Well, I have no idea.

Stumped.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Swaino, ambos are
on their way down.

OK.

Just gonna go and see
how they wanna move you, OK?

Won't be long.

(SIGHS)

I...

I feel ashamed

of what I said,
how I treated you.

I judged you without
knowing all the facts.

Not that that's an excuse.

It wasn't my place
to judge you anyway.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

MIKE: X, before you go.

(OPENS DOOR)
(CLOSES DOOR)

Kate, I know the situation
is frustrating

for both of us.

NAVCOM is searching
for a replacement CO.

Their wheels are just turning
a bit slower than I'd expected.

Let's hope
they speed things up,

because patience isn't one
of my strongest virtues.

No, it isn't.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ah, this is more like it.

It's nice to have you
back in the galley, Bomber.

You have no idea how good it is
to be back there, Charge.

That's not to denigrate
your culinary skills, RO.

Even though they did suck
to high heaven.

Do I look like I care?

Hey!
Oh!

Oh, be my guest, Charge.
No, you have it.

No, no, I insist.
You're a growing man.

No, no, I insist, mate,
you have...

Hey!

Listen, you hesitate
and you die!

(LAUGHS)

Is that a dolphin?
Oh, Charge-o.

You might be
the prince of pushovers

but I for one didn't come down
in the last shower.

Oh, I think it is.
I think that's a dolphin.

Keep moving, keep moving.

You know what, 2Dads,
I think you should

be ashamed of yourself for
giving Charge such a hard time.

The guy's easy pickings.
Why's that my fault?

Too bad, so sad.

(LAUGHTER)

Who took the muffin?

Wasn't me.
Don't look at me.

There was a muffin.

You took it, didn't you?
Now give it back. Come on.

Hey.
Mmm.

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