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Nearly three hours past the designated rendezvous.

They'll be here, Commander.

It might help, Miss Cruise, if I knew what your team was doing here.

Help in what way?

For a start, I could tell my team

why they've been sitting in a RHIB for 3.5 hours.

It relates to our ongoing investigations

into a terrorist network, but that's all I can tell you at this stage.

X, Captain. How you holding up?

XO: Bored, cold, tired and lacking in humour,

not necessarily in that order, sir.

Still no word from the agents. Just continue to sit tight. Out.

Sir, got something.

That'd be Smith.

Robert, anything on the secure frequency?

Not yet, sir.

Just one heat shape. Isn't there four in your team?

They could have lost use of their radios.

Only if something's gone wrong.

X, we've picked up a lone figure in the trees behind the beach

signalling towards the ship.

I want you to approach the beach with stealth, secondaries off. Over.

XO: Copy that, sir.

Captain, X. Sir, we are at the beach.

There's no sign of anyone. Over.

X, the heat signature was at one o'clock from your position.

Over.

Right, Dutchy, Swain - check it out.

Roger.

(COCKS GUN)

RO: Sir, incoming signal.

(RADIO STATIC)

MAN: This is Smith! I'm the only one left!

(TRANSMISSION ENDS)

MAN: (YELLS DISTANTLY) Get down! Down!

GET DOWN! DOWN!

Get down!

(GUNFIRE)

Down!

Get out of there, X. Get out of there now.

XO: (YELLS) Dutchy, Swain, get out of there!

Sir, we need cover fire. Repeat, we need cover fire. Over.

Charge, Typhoon. Aye, sir.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(GUNFIRE) Pull back!

CHARGE: Locked on the tree line. Aim on target.

CO: On my signal, Charge.

Wait. Wait! (GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

CO: What the hell?

(GUNFIRE)

Aarggh!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Ma'am, what about him? XO: No, Swain.

DUTCHY: Forget him. He's dead. Grenade has taken him out.

Leave him. No!

He's dead! Swain!

Swain!

XO: Sir, Swain is on the beach.

CO: Copy, X. Hold your fire, Charge.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) Swain!

XO: Sir, Swain is clear.

Fire at will. Engage. (BEEP!)

You took a big risk for a dead man.

Get in the boat! SWAIN: Go!

Hey, hey, hey! You're right. You're right. You're right.

OK, let's go!

SWAIN: And look to the right.

What the hell happened over there? Not now, ma'am.

I'm alright.

It just knocked me off my feet. What about the others?

(FIRMLY) Smith. They're all dead.

How? (GROANS) I don't know.

We were ambushed on our way to the beach. We just...

I think they were waiting for us. And they took us out. Jesus!

Listen, are you hurt anywhere...? Oh, look, I said I'm fine!

Just give me some room to breathe.

What about Jim Roth?

We made contact yesterday.

He gave it to us and took off. Have you got it?

I want the RO to send the contents of this thumb drive

to my office immediately.

OK.

Can I help you, sir?

I'm with the local government.

What's going on?

MAN: No, this is totally unacceptable!

It's Madelaine and the CO. And some local government dude.

He doesn't sound too happy.

I hope we understand each other, Captain.

The sooner you leave port, the better.

2 Dads, would you escort Mr Salah off the ship?

Yes, boss. Sir?

And seeing as you're both so interested,

you might as well come in for a briefing.

MAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Special sea dutymen and cable party, close up.

Stand by to depart berth. (BOTH WOMEN CHUCKLE)

Oh, get a wriggle on, you slackers. We haven't got all day.

Chop chop! Hey, Gibbsy, what are you doing?

MAN: Hey, 2 Dads, try these on.

Looks alright.

We've just been politely asked to leave by the local authorities.

Uh... why?

Officially, we overstepped our authorisation

by engaging in direct military action on their soil.

MADELAINE: Unofficially, the corrupt local government

is protecting the man we're trying to apprehend - Mirhad Moshir.

He's a businessman in the district

who we believe runs the entire terrorist network

we've been trying to shut down.

So why not just take him out? Moshir's wealthy and connected.

He has local authorities, like Salah, in his pocket.

So are we leaving, sir? We've got no choice, X.

As soon as our stores are loaded, we steam for home.

So, this operation - the dead agents, they were expendable?

The sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

The data stick that Jim Roth got for them

should help us decode Moshir's encrypted signals.

What's with the girlie beads?

Handcrafted by a local tribe of Pygmies.

This is genuine indigenous jewellery.

There's no Pygmies around these parts, you muppet...

..apart from you.

Face it, Dutchy, you're not man enough to wear jewellery.

SMITH: (YELLS IN DISTANCE) Three good men are dead!

You sent us in there without ANY support!

MADELAINE: Keep your voice down. We were collateral damage!

All you cared about was your own damn agenda!

I'll eat in the junior mess.

We need to talk.

About what?

Please, Dutchy, it's important.

This misunderstanding between us... 'Misunderstanding'.

Is that what you call it? I didn't use you.

Just like you didn't use Agent Smith and his team.

What was that term he just used? 'Collateral damage'.

Sounds familiar.

Agent Smith is under a lot of stress at the moment.

He's hurting over the death of his colleagues.

Looks like you're hurting too. In my own way.

Come on, Dutchy.

Don't you think it's time we cooled this little feud of ours?

All done?

Yeah. Just got to ditch the gash.

I'll do that.

You're a midshipman. Officers do not ditch the gash.

This one does,

especially when the chef has been slogging her guts out all day.

(SIGHS) And what do you want?

I... I thought you might need something to help you sleep.

Did Madelaine send you down with those?

Listen, you've been through something pretty traumatic

so if you need...

So you wanna pump me full of drugs?

If you don't wanna take anything, that's fine.

Just stop being such a do-gooder and get out of my face.

You have got no idea what's going on here.

Excuse me!

Agent Smith, I just...

Whoa!

What's his problem?

Hey. Can I help you?

Just looking for something to drink.

Uh... I've got milk.

Or juice - orange, apple, pineapple.

I'm looking for a beer. Well, there's no beer in there.

I... I said there's no beer in there. Hey!

Oh, Je...

Hey. What are you doing?

Where is the beer?

Where is it?! Please just let him go.

Alcohol is only dispensed at the CO's discretion.

Please just let him go.

Are you OK? Yeah.

I'm gonna report this. No. Don't.

Ryan, he just attacked you.

I don't need you... or anyone else fighting my battles for me, OK?

I can deal with him. Ryan...

Bird!

I said I'll deal with it.

OK? He'll keep.

(COMPUTER BEEPS REPEATEDLY)

What is it, Robert? Just the forward hatch rattling.

Right. All this bumping around.

Where did all this rain come from, anyway?

From the sky, Swain. It's called precipitation.

It's quite a well-known atmospheric phenomenon.

Yes. Thank you, Robert.

No-one likes a smart-arse. Oh, I dunno.

2 Dads seems fairly popular.

(LAUGHS)

Hey.

Did you manage to sedate Agent Smith?

Uh, no.

No, and I think he's showing some signs of post-traumatic stress.

Must be from hanging out with Madelaine Cruise too long.

The sooner we get him back to port and get him some help, the better.

Uh, Swain, can you come down to the beverage store?

Yes, ma'am.

I was just heading down to my cabin when I noticed this.

Got any ideas?

Uh... it's definitely been jemmied.

But it looks like...

..someone has actually tried to put this back together.

CHARGE: (OVER PA) Swain to the boarding party room.

Swain to the boarding party room at the rush.

Charge? Here. Here.

What is it, mate?

He's dead.

I haven't touched him.

So what do you think, Swain?

Body's still warm, so he's certainly been dead less than an hour.

And all this glass is from a couple of broken stubbies.

Solves the question of the missing beer.

Looks like he's cracked his skull on the corner here

and then maybe broken his neck as well.

I think it'd be safe to say that he died pretty quick.

Sir.

2 Dads, clear everyone from the passage.

OK, guys, nothing to see here. Back to your racks, everyone.

Come on, move. Move.

Are you OK? Are you?

Why wouldn't I be?

So he was drunk, lost his balance in rough seas, fell down the hatch.

Maybe. Bit early to make that call, though, sir.

Swain, got what you asked. Here's the camera.

Alright. I'll just document the scene.

Then we'll wrap him up, get him to the cool room.

Three... (GRUNTS)

You right? Yeah.

Hey, Charge.

The chain guard around the ladder,

was that latched or unlatched when you found him?

Unlatched.

Well, why would have he been heading to the engine room?

I don't know. If he was pissed, maybe he lost his bearings.

Done that before.

Hey, Bird. What is it?

He... he was in the galley a few hours ago...

..looking for beer.

Agent Smith?

He, um... he seemed a bit aggro, a bit on edge.

Did you report it to anyone? No.

I mean, I was going to... but...

But what?

But what, Bird? But Ryan asked me not to.

Smith came into the galley and he gave him a bit of a hard time.

He shoved him up against a wall.

I just think Ryan was a bit embarrassed.

Alright.

OK. Well, thanks for telling me. You go and get some sleep.

Oh. Oh, um, any more hash browns?

Uh, yeah. Just coming out of the deep-fryer now.

Ah.

It's amazing - I never tire of hearing those words.

OK.

How are you feeling this morning? Fine.

Listen, I heard you had a bit of a run-in with Agent Smith last night

so... everything alright?

Yeah.

It was nothing.

RO: (OVER PA) CO to the COMCEN. CO to the COMCEN.

Just do as I ask and send it.

Again, we are currently under a communications embargo

and I cannot send any signals without the CO's permission.

I have higher authority than the CO.

Well, not on this boat you don't.

RO, what's going on?

Why have you shut down outgoing comms?

Agent Cruise wants to send a message.

Standard procedure.

I don't want sailors emailing news of a death at sea

before the Navy's media unit has issued its statement.

Well, this is encrypted.

No-one outside my office will be able to read it.

Now, I know that you've contacted NAVCOM,

but I need to report Smith's death officially to my superiors.

RO?

Yes? Send the signal.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. Just doing my job.

Swain?

Swain?

Contact, Red 5. Yes, ma'am.

It's a container ship, ma'am, and it's heading due north.

Right. Nevertheless, come starboard 10 degrees.

Yes, ma'am. Starboard 10.

Sorry. I was, um... just thinking about Agent Smith.

Well, you're not the only one.

But we still need you to keep your eyes forward.

Yes, ma'am.

I should have confined him to quarters, though.

I had a fair idea he was suffering from some post-traumatic stress.

You don't know that. Well, I knew he was doing it tough.

Swain, don't blame yourself.

It was an accident.

Hey. Hey.

I thought we were in a communications lockdown, no emails in or out?

Yeah. These are yesterday's.

I was just getting around to reading them now. What are you doing?

Just putting together the report on Agent Smith's death.

(SIGHS)

What is it?

Swain?

See that? What am I looking at?

Fingernails.

There's dried blood underneath them and bits of skin.

Oh, yeah. You're right.

Does that mean what I think it means?

It means he would have had to have clawed someone pretty deeply, yeah.

Check this out.

Is that bruising?

Yep. And it's come up post-mortem.

And that pattern is fingermarks.

CO: So that's what we're going to do.

One by one down in the wardroom, Swain will examine the men,

the XO will assist with the female crew.

Who's going to examine Swain, sir?

What? I go to the movies too, Swaino.

Bent coppers are always manipulating evidence to frame some stooge.

Listen, I'm not a cop, alright? And I'm not a stooge.

Alright, 2 Dads, that'll do. Swain isn't enjoying this either.

It's fine.

Satisfied?

Or do you need a closer look?

What if he scratched you on the arse, Swain?

I'm just saying. You should drop them.

Upper body only. See you later, Charge.

OK, who's going to go first? I'll go first.

I'm the only non-crew member on board,

probably makes me the most likely suspect.

OK.

Clear.

Ryan.

OK. He's clear.

Good. Is that everyone?

Uh, just 2 Dads to go.

Ryan, get 2 Dads here. Sir.

Looks like your theory has got a few holes.

2 Dads.

What were you waiting for? What's up?

What's up, sir,

is that I'm philosophically opposed to this sort of illegal search.

Get your top off.

Sir, I grew up being victimised by coppers like Swain.

I told you, I'm not a cop. But you used to be.

Old habits die hard, I reckon, Swaino.

This is a violation of my civil liberties, sir.

You left your civil liberties onshore. Now get it off.

OK? Satisfied?

Turn around.

Turn around, 2 Dads.

2 DADS: I don't know how the scratches got there.

Must have happened on the beach when we were extracting him.

SWAIN: From memory, you didn't have any contact with Agent Smith

when we did the evac.

Look, I didn't do anything.

So just tell us how you got the scratches.

Listen, 2 Dads, as soon as we get back to port,

the blood under Smith's fingernails will be DNA tested,

so if you have something to say, now is the time to say it.

I don't think any of us believe you killed Agent Smith.

Could have fooled me, X.

OK.

I just finished my watch, it was 2200 hours.

I was heading down to my cabin to put my head down and then...

..that's when I came across him breaking into the beverage store.

Oi! What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting something to drink.

Mate, you can't do that. Hey.

He had a go at me first, sir, out of the blue.

I was just defending myself.

Relax. Mate. (CRIES OUT)

And that's when he scratched me.

So you're saying you just gave him a bit of a shove.

Yeah. Not even a hard one either. I didn't even hurt the guy.

Next thing I know, he's on the ground, bawling his eyes out.

(SOBS)

Are you OK?

I just figured it was all the stress that he was under, you know...

..losing his mates in the ambush.

And that was it? You just... you walked away and you left him there.

Yeah. Yeah. I just walk...

No. Actually, I, um...

What?

I felt sorry for the guy, boss, after what he'd been through so...

..I gave him a couple of stubbies.

Here.

Just take these, mate. Here. (SOBS)

Just take them.

Just make sure no-one sees you, OK?

Thanks.

2 Dads, why didn't you say anything to us?

I was gonna report it in the morning but then the guy was dead.

How did that look?

All the more reason you should have come forward.

I know, sir.

I... I guess I just...

What?

I felt responsible for what happened to him, ma'am.

What have you got there, Swain?

Looks like a bead, sir.

That's from my bracelet. You have a bracelet?

Give us a look.

A man's bracelet, sir. Very masculine.

That broke off during the fight last night.

Yeah, I recognise that, sir.

It's definitely from 2 Dads's string of girlie beads.

X: OK, well, that proves

that what 2 Dads is saying is true, doesn't it?

Certainly doesn't hurt. He planted it.

(SCOFFS) What?

You planted it to corroborate your story.

Whoa. Well, now, hang on a sec.

I don't think 2 Dads is that clever. Yeah. Hey!

You're not seriously taken in by this?

I want him arrested. Sir, I didn't plant anything.

He's obviously responsible.

The only person responsible here is you.

Excuse me? Alright, let's just break this up.

There will be no arrests just yet.

Sorry to interrupt, sir. Commander White wants you to give her a call.

And, ma'am, this just came for you.

Come on, 2 Dads. We'll get this cleaned up.

Swaino, I did not...

I believe you, mate.

Mike, ASIO have used the code provided by Captain Roth

to decrypt a signal they intercepted this morning.

It provides a possible location for Mirhad Moshir's training camp.

And where's that?

A part of the coastline not far from your current position.

I've sent the coordinates through to your RO.

Well, you know we've been given our marching orders.

Defence Department has gone straight to the top on this one.

Look, I know you're still dealing with a death on board,

but you've been authorised to land, gather intel

and report back to ASIO.

Don't tell me - Madelaine Cruise is to lead the shore party.

You must be psychic, Mike.

Wish I was, Max. It would come in handy right about now.

Talk later.

I take it you've been informed? As have you.

Sir, coordinates.

Set a new course, X. Yes, sir.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in, Swain.

(SIGHS)

Sir, I, um... I just wanted to talk to you

about the Agent Smith situation.

I don't know - something just doesn't add up.

Seems to me, your initial theory was correct - a drunken accident.

On two beers?

Well, maybe not drunk,

but judgement impaired because of his emotional state.

Yeah, possibly. It's just, um...

What?

I... I don't know. Call it gut instinct.

(PHONE RINGS)

CO.

MAN: Sir, coming up on the coordinates now.

Pipe the RHIB party to prepare.

We can talk about this later.

Right. Sir.

Two teams scouting inland to the west and to the east.

Lieutenant, you take Swain and 2 Dads.

I'll lead Charge and Dutchy.

This is the man we're looking for.

If we find his camp, we mark his location.

We take photos and video evidence, that's it. We don't engage.

Everyone clear? Mmm. Ma'am.

No hard feelings, Swaino, yeah,

about all that dirty cop stuff I said.

No, 2 Dads.

We're just gonna forget it ever happened, yeah?

Yeah.

After you pull an extra cleaning detail...

..for a week.

Or a month if you don't shut up, Leader.

X. Charge. Yeah. Go ahead.

Anything? No. Just a lot of jungle.

(INSECT BUZZES) And mozzies the size of small dogs.

Copy that.

AUSTRALIAN MAN: Fellas, to the rifle range.

The guns are semi-automatic.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

MAN: Put it down!

Get up! Get up!

Get out here!

Get down!

What do we have here?

We found this navy pig hiding in the bushes.

MAN: He was taking a video.

(VIDEO CAMERA SMASHES)

I'm going to ask questions and you are going to answer them.

If you don't, I'm going to put a bullet in the middle of your eyes.

Charge, this is X. What's happening?

Moshir is still interrogating him, ma'am.

His men are searching the jungle.

It won't be long before our position is compromised.

Yeah. Copy that. Let's go.

MOSHIR: I know that when there is one navy dog,

there are always more hiding somewhere.

Where's the rest of you people?

(LAUGHS) Pretty boy is a clown.

OK. Let's have fun, then.

Charge, we're heading to your position now.

Copy that.

Get up! Up!

Kill him. Yeah.

Charge, we're in position.

Fall back! Now!

Cover!

(GUNSHOT)

And there goes Moshir.

Are you OK?

We need to get back to the ship.

You identified Moshir's camp?

He won't be going back there now so that intel's worthless.

So much for my orders to surveil and not engage.

I was trying to get you some goddamn video footage.

CHARGE: Dutchy.

Hey. What?

She did save your life, you know.

She put her own life in danger

to take out the guys that were going to execute you, single-handed.

MADELAINE: I need to contact Captain Roth immediately.

Hopefully, he can pick up on Moshir's trail.

OK.

Charge, it's time to weigh anchor and head for home.

Swain.

Tell you what, she may be a spook but she's a good shot.

(GRINDING) (ALARM BEEPS)

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

What is it?

That was the anchor winch, ma'am, or rather its capstan motor.

It sounds like she's burned out.

Oh, great. That's all we need.

No. No. No drama.

DUTCHY: That's it. Keep it going.

Hey.

Hey. Walk it back.

Avast.

On brake. CHARGE: Dutchy.

Right royally stuffed.

I just checked the gearbox. She's shot.

Won't be able to fix it until we get back to port,

which means I can kiss my R and R goodbye.

Hey, what's this? Charge?! What?

Sir, Charge reckons the gearbox is shot.

Charge, found the culprit. It's an old rag.

That would have done it, right?

Marine techies?

You're...

Useless bilge rats must have left it there when it was last serviced.

Alright, keep hauling.

The sooner we get this mother up, the sooner we can get to the pub.

Off brake. Brake off.

Pull her in. (ALL GRUNT)

Hey.

Charge tells me you took a pretty big risk for me at Moshir's camp.

For you?

Taking out the guy about to put a bullet through my head.

I was more concerned with Moshir getting away.

Would it kill you to accept an apology?

That was an apology?

You know what you're problem is, Dutchy?

You keep mixing up the professional with the personal.

It's not about you and me. I'm just doing my job.

Oh, no, I get it. The job's everything to you.

Here you go.

This patrol has been one balls-up after another, huh?

Oi! Planet Earth to Planet Swain.

Sorry, mate. Thank you.

I'm just thinking about Agent Smith.

You know, something just doesn't add up.

Still think one of your shipmates is a murderer?

(ALARM BEEPS)

RO?

It's the emergency generator locker.

We've got another hatch rattling around.

What? The sea is as smooth as butter, mate.

The capstan motor, was it burnt out?

A bit of material caught in it, yeah.

You have the ship.

Where are you going? Forecastle.

Why?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Sir. Swain.

Sir, there's someone on board the ship, someone who shouldn't be here.

What are you talking about?

They've been hiding out in the emergency generator locker.

But they're not there anymore. So where are they now?

The hatch alarm went off a few minutes ago. They could be anywhere.

Doing what? They must have killed Agent Smith.

Madelaine.

Ma'am, sorry to interrupt. What's going on, Swain?

We think someone's hiding away on board the ship.

We think he killed Agent Smith

and there's a good possibility he's gonna come after you.

I need to escort you to the bridge, ma'am.

OK. I'm just gonna change my clothes.

OK. Well, I'll... I'll just wait in the corridor for you.

Alright, I'll just give you a few minutes, yeah?

OK.

(GUNSHOT)

OK. OK, give me some room.

What's going on?

Swain discovered he'd been hiding on the ship in the forward void space.

He tried to kill Madelaine. He's the government guy, yes?

Sir, I definitely escorted him off the ship.

He must have snuck back on board before we sailed. Go and get Bird.

Is he dead? No. Not yet.

Who sent you? Was it Moshir? Madelaine!

Where's Moshir? Where's his safe house?

This is not helping, OK? I need him alive. I need answers.

You should have thought of that before you shot him in the neck.

He had a gun. He was gonna shoot you. I saved your life.

Well, he's gone now.

You did all you could, Swain. (SIGHS)

I'll let NAVCOM know. Yes, sir.

Swain?

Uh, no, afraid I can't mate. I've got to debrief with the CO - ASIO.

Yeah, yeah. RYAN: See you, mate.

DUTCHY: Seen Madelaine? Uh, yeah, mate. Just down here.

Stick it in your ASIO. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Dutchy, coming out for a drink? Uh, no. I'll catch you later, guys.

Hey.

Don't tell me.

You're going to have another crack at apologising?

No. I'm not gonna apologise. What have I got to apologise for?

Let's see.

Um... accusing me of trying to kill you,

accusing me of getting my own agents killed,

stuffing up my surveillance with Moshir.

OK. I'm sorry.

And...

And?

And thank you. For?

For saving my arse.

It's a nice arse. You're lucky it's worth saving.

Well, I reckon this makes us even.

So I was thinking, let's catch up for dinner tonight.

Clean slate, none of this professional crap,

strictly personal.

I've got a better idea.

(MADELAINE TUTS SOFTLY)

At this rate, we'll starve to death.

Singapore chilli crab.

Sure know the way to a man's heart.

Who said I was after your heart?

I'm trained in counterintuitive techniques.

It takes a lot to distract me.

Do me a favour and turn down the stove.

I'm not quite ready for it yet.

You've barely touched your plate. Fourth glass of wine, though.

You need some Dutch courage?

An hour ago, you couldn't keep your hands off me.

Now you can barely look at me.

Is my chilli crab that bad?

Did you kill Smith?

I thought we dealt with that.

Why are there scratch marks on your neck?

It was in self-defence. He tried to kill me.

Because he was angry about the ambush?

Because I discovered he was a double agent.

He was on Moshir's payroll, playing both sides.

He tried to kill me, Dutchy. It was him or me.

So why all the lies? You even tried to pin it on 2 Dads.

I would never have let 2 Dads take the rap.

I just had to conceal my involvement.

So you could get away with it?

So Smith's status as a double agent was kept secret.

It's too sensitive for common navy personnel to get wind of.

Common navy personnel? Like me?

Why would Moshir send Salah to come and kill you

if Agent Smith was gonna do it?

That's something we're gonna have to ask Moshir when we catch him.

I'm telling you the truth, Dutchy.

If you don't believe me, well...

..you can leave.

Dutchy?

Hey, I thought you'd headed out with the others.

Got a better offer... or so I thought.

Sir, there's something I've got to tell you.

Something I have to tell you too.

Madelaine Cruise killed Agent Smith.

We know. You know?

I've just been informed by ASIO.

Swain has been ordered to bury his report on Smith's death.

And ask no questions.

She told them.

She sent an encrypted message from the ship the next morning,

detailing exactly what happened.

ASIO subsequently found a whole heap of dirt on Smith,

confirming his link to Moshir.

And this information is for senior sailors only.

I'll brief Charge, but as for the rest of the crew...

Need to know, sir. And they don't need to know.

OK? Sure.

So... I take it your evening with Madelaine didn't end well, then.

You could say that.

Don't worry, mate. There'll be other chances.

Not this time, Swaino.

Chilli crab and hot sex - and I blew it.

The chilli crab looked the goods too.

Ahh, those were the days.