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Alex!

Alex!

HINGENE CASTLE - KING'S DAY
DEFENCE SUMMIT RECEPTION

Here's the invitation.

Checked. There you are.

Your turn, Symons!

Sierra One, this is Sierra Six.

Sierra One, over.

-Two targets in your sector.
-Roger.

I wouldn't do that.

-Got your invitation with you? Drop it!
-Fuck!

-They've caught two of your paras.
-The night's still young.

-They've an hour.
-Then the Army buys the champagne.

-Sierra Four?
-Sierra Four, over.

This is for you this time,
two men at Delta 9.

Roger.

Sierra One,
can you strip-search those two?

At least then I'll have seen
a nice arse tonight.

Roger. Gladly!

Hope there's no hair on it.

We cut the ears off cheats, referee!

Are you going to pay for a new door,
soldier? It's not a Leopard tank.

Sorry, Minister.

The Minister wasn't coming.

Politicians are always
changing their minds.

Time for that strip-search, Sierra Six.
If I don't find anything,

at least then I'll have seen
a nice arse tonight.

Hope it's not hairy.

So, gentlemen, who's won?

Who's won, Minister?

They think I'm stupid.
I know all about your little bet.

So, General,
what is your paras' mission?

With respect, Minister,
the enemy is listening.

They were very interested
in the little flag on my car.

-How is this duel entered in the budget?
-As a small anti-terrorist exercise.

Someone from Budgets will call you,
he may learn something.

I'll let you keep your ear, Sierra Six.

But I never leave without a souvenir.

I fear you've lost.

There's only 30 seconds
until the end of the exercise.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one…

What was that?

An anti-terrorist exercise?

Who said anything
about blowing up cars?

The Navy's car maybe,
but not the Minister's!

I didn't do anything, Major.

-I didn't even get over the wall.
-Don't talk rubbish!

All my other teams were caught,
but no one saw you. Where's the flag?

Everyone's afraid
the press will get hold of this.

Catch! Your transfer!

Go hassle the Air Force.

Not the Fortieth, Major!

Rick Symons? Get in!

Come on, Bert!
Our standby watch is about to start.

Glad you're here, Symons.

We've had no diver for a month,
which means no scrambles for a month.

There, Grandpa Bob!

-Did he see us?
-Yes.

He's flown the most scrambles this year.
And now he's come to have a laugh at us.

But we're ready for him, eh Bert?

Yes, he's there. Hold it!

Hold it!

Now!

Move it! Come on!

Will C.O. please contact Wing Ops.
C.O. for Wing Ops.

Was Bob scrambled?

Parachutist in a tree.
He phoned with his own mobile.

Couldn't he have hung there a bit
longer? Then we could've flown him.

The world's all wrong, eh?

Rick Symons, extra cargo.
Mark Van Houte, Squadron Leader.

And Serge Helsen, P2.

-Hey, the amateur crew.
-Come on.

-We're flying scrambles again.
-Anyone miss these guys?

That guy is really starting
to get on my nerves.

Sergeant Symons?
Jean-Louis De Jonghe, C.O.

We're glad you were able
to join us so quickly.

C.O., another scramble.

The Superfast ferry has called.
Is that for Bob?

-It is really, yes.
-Can't we go, C.O.?

-Bob's become impossible.
-Then we can see what he's worth.

Go on then, quickly.

Welcome to the Fortieth.

Marleen, give us half a minute.

-Is there a scramble?
-No. Practice flight for the new diver.

Just before the briefing?

Yes, another of the C.O.'s ideas.

I haven't even had a coffee.

Damn… Damn…

You bastards! That's mine!

-Bert!
-Yes?

-The medic?
-She's on her way.

Superfast's last position,
5-1-2-3 north, 0-0-2-5-9 east.

Heading for Zeebrugge.

Understood, Wing Ops.

Who's going to introduce me
to our new swimming pool attendant?

Rick Symons, diver.
Alex Breynaert, medic.

She wears out more divers
than flightsuits.

Don't talk and fly together, Serge,
your brain can't cope.

Ooooh! Yes, nurse!

Do we know each other?

Tell her to go easy on this one
or we'll be grounded for weeks again.

-On the roof deck, Patrick?
-Roof deck is OK.

Alex, get his lead!

OK, he's still got a pulse.

-His name is Gordon.

-Alex.
-What?

-Beta blockers.
-Let's get him out of here now.

Bye.

What's he up to now?

Let go of the dog!
-What!

-Mark, there's a dog on the stretcher!
-He should let go of the dog!

-Dog?
-What on earth is the guy up to?

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Can someone take over?

Hey…

Let me see.

Nelson.

Good job you saved him.

-At least one survived.
-That's enough, Serge.

-The C.O. wants you.
-Marleen…

Where's that diver?

-Who?
-Symons.

With the C.O.

Top marks at diving school.

Three years as mine clearance diver
with the Navy.

Missions abroad. Nothing but praise.

Then 11th, then 4th Engineering Corps.
Special Forces.

All within 18 months and they all
couldn't wait to get rid of you.

Excellent diver,
but rebellious.

I'm never flying with you again, OK?

Sergeant, give her her clothes back.

With all due respect, C.O.,
he's not a diver, he's a cowboy.

We'll make a deal, Sergeant.
I'll forget everything I've just read

but if your behaviour
endangers the crew even this much

I'll kick you out!

Koksijde will be the end of the line
in every sense of the word.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, C.O.

Good.

Listen, I've kept my word.

No one here at the Fortieth knows
about your bare arse on King's Day.

I hope it'll stay that way.

-No idea what you're talking about, C.O.
-Thank you.

And I'm asking you
to give the diver a chance.

I can't keep on finding new ones.

-Is that an order, C.O.?
-Call it blackmail.

Now I suggest you put something dry on,
you're dripping on my office floor.

Zero-one to you, diver!
But the game has only just started.

-Bye!
-See you, Bert.

No, boy! Get out of here!

Go away!

Go away!

How is he?

He often talks about you.

I wanted to come, but…

But the last eighteen months
have probably been really busy.

Can I tell him you're here?

Or hadn't you intended
to come and see us?

Yes, I had.

Take your time.
Koen won't be running away.

-A penny for your thoughts?
-It's nothing.

Nothing?

Fuck it! Crap tools!

Koen…

Just give me a couple of minutes.

It really is…

a fantastic boat.

-Did you rob a bank?
-No. The medical insurance company.

-A dog?
-He's not mine.

He certainly acts as if he is.

Hey, boy. Come here.

-Don't do that.
-What? It's not your dog.

You like that, eh?

You found us OK then, Rick?
Didn't need to ask directions?

Don't tease the guy.

-Oh, you've put the railing on.
-Yes.

All by myself, just like a big boy!

Aren't you clever?

Whose dog is it?

He's Rick's,
he's made some friends already.

-In the Fortieth too.
-Alex, I suppose?

I'm going to get changed.

Is the good-looking guy
staying for dinner?

-Of course he is.
-Rick too?

Where was it? Did Mark find it in bed?

We'll do a precision winching

-then a procedure above sea.
-OK.

I've got a good spot for a precision
winching, at 10 o'clock and 4 miles.

I'll drop you onto the last one.

-Ten euros if you do it, Patrick.
-Are you trying to insult me?

And 20 euros if you don't!

He bounces.

-He stinks, Patrick.
-20 euros is without a pre-wash.

One-one.

There's time
for a second winching exercise.

Why not a double lift?
Diver and medic.

-Very good idea, Captain.
-He's filthy, Mark!

Warrant Officer Breynaert
refuses to carry out an order.

-I'll have to report it!
-What will the C.O. say?

Welcome aboard the Primula.

-Symons!
-Thys.

You've got three seconds
to get off my ship.

-Either by cable or over the side.
-Thys!

Let go of him, Thys. Stop it!

You've got away with it this time
but you won't next time.

Get the fuck out of here!

What was that all about, Symons?

-Well?
-Are you coming or staying here?

I see you're popular wherever you go!

-What's the idea?
-A quick wash first, like you wanted.

Don't you dare!

No, Patrick, don't.

No!

Let me go.

No, don't. Patrick!

Maybe it wasn't on purpose.

Did you know someone called Thys
in the Navy? He's also a diver.

Why?

We'd only just landed and this Thys flew
at Symons and starts screaming at him.

-Have you said anything to Mark yet?
-No.

Things are fine as they are.

You don't mean that, Alex!

He's never going to leave his wife.

Remember what it was like for me
at the beginning? As a female medic?

The machos were just waiting
for me to give up.

The only one who gave me any support
was Mark.

-Weren't we talking about Symons?
-What about Symons?

-He gets on my nerves.
-All divers get on your nerves.

But you're not going to win this time.

I'm off to bed, guys.

-Be in time for the briefing, Sergeant.
-I will.

I will, who?

I will, Captain.

She's worse than the C.O., I swear.

-Has Rick seen the boat's name?
-I wanted to surprise him.

The two of us. Crossing the Atlantic.

Remember?

Miami, the Caribbean.
We'll just see where we end up.

Hadn't we had a bit too much to drink?

-Have you put in for leave?
-Come on, Koen!

-I've only just got here.
-The boat's ready.

I'm ready.

This doesn't change a thing.

What d'you reckon?

Trans Mare?

Trans Mare.

Had a hard day?

-Shall I have a word with Serge again?
-No.

Right, see you later.

Lower. OK.

Another metre. Half a metre.

Slowly!

When are you going to tell him?

That you're not going with him.

-Careful!
-Koen won't survive the trip.

Lower. Another metre.

You've got to tell him,
because he won't listen to me.

Please.

Wonderful, isn't it?
Fantastic. Just look at it.

Wait a minute,
I've forgotten something.

-I can't take it away from him.
-We've already taken everything away.

Except that I stayed with him
and you ran away.

I had a crate that needed drinking
before we left.

Here, take the glasses.

Because once we're on board, there
won't be a drop of alcohol, Symons.

Right, watch out.
And, up.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, Lieutenant.

Today's flight programme,
the RS01 has… Good morning.

Good morning. Car broke down.

…got a training flight at 09,30
and a paradrop at 13,00.

The RS05, Commander Govaerts
and crew on standby.

-The C.O. is still the second pilot.
-I can't make pilots myself, can I?

-Why else do I use retired pilots?
-To teach the little kiddies to fly.

Cool it, old man!

I'll get myself cloned.
-Koksijde keeps its women inside as it is.

Two like you and they'll put up
a stockade round the base.

The Officers' Ball is being held
in Ter Duinen this year.

-Service dress and attendance obligatory.
-Yippee!

And I don't want any problems this year.

Not with the Navy, nor the Air Force
nor the kitchen staff. Got it?

-C.O., Defence for you.
-One moment.

De Jonghe speaking.

Yes.

10 o'clock? That'll be OK. Right.

A change to the programme. Defence
has requested a Sea King in Melsbroek.

The Minister has to go to Florennes
and there's thick snow on the ground.

Why do we always have to do it?

-The Army's got helicopters.
-But they mustn't get dirty!

Shit, my clean one's at home.

-Have I got time to go home?
-No.

-Put your uniform on.
-No.

-Perfection for this flight, Commander!
-As usual, C.O.

-Colonel?
-Yes?

How about if we simulate a defect
with the Minister on board?

Maybe we'll get our new helicopters
a bit quicker then.

Has the link between too much sex and
brain damage ever been looked into?

His test material is a bit limited, C.O.

Warrant Officer…

-I haven't got anything else.
-Just her uniform.

Can't I stay here? There's no work
for a medic on a VIP flight, anyway.

Maybe I shouldn't interfere,
as a newcomer,

but a crew without a Warrant Officer
is only half a crew.

-That's true.
-We don't say that enough.

Put your hands together for Alex, guys.

See how popular you are!

-Go with them.
-Not like this.

No.

Did you hear what the Minister said
when he came aboard?

-No, what?
-The stewardess has got nice legs.

-Turn back, Mark.
-Why?

-There's a kid down there.
-So?

All on its own in a field.

Mark, we've got a passenger.

What's going on?

Rick wants to go down.

-We haven't got time for this.
-Two minutes.

What are you doing here?

Where's your mum?

Where's your mum?

-Over there.
-There?

-My mum's asleep!
-Show me.

Up.

There's been a car crash.

-I'm at 3 o'clock.
-Yes, visual.

Wait here, OK?

-Alex wants to go down too.
-Where?

-How about on the road?
-Will not be easy.

More to the right. To the right.

That's it!

To the left more.

Down, down!

-The medic is detaching.
-Well done, good job.

-Rick!
-The mother is stuck.

-Does she speak French?
-Yes.

Shit! Fucking uniform!

I'm coming.

Hello! Can you hear me?

-Unconscious the whole time?
-Yes.

Hello!

Hello! Answer me.
Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.

-She's still alive.
-Benoît.

-Benoît.
-Benoît, your son? He's fine.

He's unhurt. OK?

-I want to see Benoît.
-Don't worry.

I want to see Benoît.

He's coming.
My colleague'll go and get him.

-Right, what's your name?
-Sophie.

Sophie? Sophie, I'm Alex. OK?

Your son's fantastic.

He's the one who came and got us.

-Can you breathe OK?
-Yes.

Your son is here,
but you mustn't move, OK?

Your mum is there.

-Mum?
-Mum, yes.

-Benoît?
-Yes, Mum.

Are you OK?

Are you cold? Yes? Hold on a minute.

Put your hand here.

He's very brave.

Right, be good for your mum, eh?
Give me a kiss.

Bye.

If you hadn't seen the kid
she would never have survived.

She wouldn't have done
if you'd stayed behind, either.

True, then we've both had a good day.

One point each?

Two-two?

Put the TV on, Yvonne.
We're going to be on TV.

-A beer for everyone?
-Definitely.

Today we're drinking to our two heroes.

You haven't forgotten anyone?

-Hi Yvonne.
-Good evening, Bart.

No… No, it's… Bert.

Here.

We saw little Benoît all on his own
in the field.

I realised straight away
that something was wrong.

I was right. His mother had had
a serious car accident.

I instructed the pilot,
the doctor on board…

Doctor, Alex?
You're going to get a raise.

The winching certainly wasn't easy.
But…

-Hear that?
-We helped the pilot the best we could.

'We'? We helped the pilot?

-Bloody hell!
-I thought it went so well today!

Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose.

Oh, Symons.
I promised you something.

Keep calm. Hey.

That's enough! Stop it!
It's always the bloody same! Get out!

-Get your friends out of here!
-They started it.

Things were quiet
until you arrived, Bart. Get out!

-What's Thys got against you?
-Forget it. See you tomorrow.

-Fancy another one in the Apostrophe?
-Come on. Hey!

Come on, let's go.

-Aren't you coming?
-I'll see you later.

Thys!

-Thys!
-What?

What's going on
between you and Symons?

Do you fly with him?

If I were you
I'd look for another diver.

When things get really dangerous
Symons will let you down.

-I know what I'm talking about.
-Is that what happened?

I asked if that is what happened?

I shouldn't have been diving that night.
Symons should have been, not me.

I wasn't on standby, but the bastard
phoned to say he couldn't come.

He let us down.

He could have saved him, I couldn't.
I was just a beginner.

-I couldn't help him.
-Couldn't help who?

Koen. Ask Symons where he was
the night Koen had his accident!

Why didn't you tell me
you knew Rick?

You never asked.

-It seems Koen and Rick dived together.
-They always dived together.

-Koen's accident… Thys says Rick…
-Thys says a lot of things.

I just want to know
whether I can trust the guy

or is he going to let me down too?

Rick never let Koen down.

So where was he that evening?

Symons is a threat to the safety
of the crew and you don't tell me.

-What's the matter with you?
-What's the matter with you?

Stop imagining things.

Rick's a good diver and you know he is.
Full stop.

You've got a different problem, Alex.
One you've got to solve yourself.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Can't Symons switch to Bob's crew?

Why?

-Things had just started to go well.
-I don't feel safe with him.

I'm afraid you'll have to come up
with a different reason for the C.O.

Right.

Or is there something else
you want to tell me?

It's going down.

-Do something. It's going down.
-Pull.

Hey, man.

Two red wines, please,

and give the stewardess
with the nice legs something too.

-Christ, Alex!
-Watch out, the C.O.!

Hello, Thys. Symons is here.

What are you waiting for?
We've both earned it.

You because you're so good at lying
and me because I believed you.

-I didn't lie.
-Didn't you?

You couldn't help Koen
and that's Rick's fault.

You seem to be the only one
who believes that.

-Here.
-Shit!

-How about saying sorry?
-Leave me alone.

I said, "How about saying sorry?"

Anyone else?
Come on then! You boatload of queens!

It's starting early this year.

-Aren't you going to join in?
-Not today.

Let me go.

-You've got a thing about that medic!
-What makes you think that?

What makes me think that?
I saw you looking at her.

So?

I know that look.

-Don't be ridiculous.
-I know that look!

-Koen, about crossing the Atlantic…
-You're not coming.

-I didn't say that.
-I'll go on my own then.

No, just something a bit less ambitious.

-England maybe.
-I can piss that far!

-All or nothing is what we agreed.
-Come on, Koen! It's total madness!

-Marleen has got to you, hasn't she?
-Marleen's worried.

-And so am I.
-It's a bit late for that, eh?

Why don't you just say it? That it's
my fault that you're sitting in that.

-Just say it!
-I've never said that! Never!

I've never even thought it!

It's not your fault. Nor Marleen's.
Nor Thys's.

As for crossing the Atlantic,
we'll talk about it later, OK?

I need a diver tomorrow
or the day after.

Easy money.

How about it?

OK.

Marleen doesn't know anything about this
and I want it to stay that way.

Well, Nelson, what d'you think?

Your master fancies the medic, eh?
Yes, I agree with you.

Fancies her quite a lot!

Do you really want to know
why Rick wasn't there that night?

He was with me.

Koen and I had been arguing again.

I was really fed up, I wanted to leave.

Rick was our best friend
and Koen sent him to see me

to persuade me to stay.

Rick was on standby that night,
together with Koen.

But he came to see me
and he talked to me.

And he listened to me.

I'd had a lot to drink and then
we had some more to drink and…

Then Rick received a call.

But he stayed with me
and got someone to replace him.

Thys?

And then the accident happened.

A cable flew up.
Koen's air supply was cut off.

Thys hadn't had much experience,
he panicked.

Koen came up far too quickly.

It's not Thys's fault. Or Rick's fault.
It's no one's fault.

It was just bad luck.
Sheer bad luck.

I think about it every day, Alex.

Every day.

You all deserve to be shot!

And I'm going to ask headquarters

for permission
to pull the trigger myself!

I warned you!

"Take things easy.
I don't want any problems."

I hadn't even burnt my tongue
on my first canapé

and my squadron
was already beating up the Navy!

Even the senior citizens joined in,
eh Commander?

I'm sure things like setting an example
and responsibility were on your mind

while you were acting like a savage!

What's that, Warrant Officer?
What is it?

Sprain it while putting in a catheter or
while attacking the enemy from behind?

I never thought
I'd ever be able to say this. Never.

But Sergeant Symons set an example for
all of you who've been here much longer.

His only concern was to get a disabled
person in a wheelchair out of there.

And we won't ask how it all started,
Sergeant Gorissen.

Because I saw it for myself.
It happened before my very eyes.

The way in which you asked
the members of the Navy to dance.

The boatload of queens!

Sorry, C.O.
It won't happen again.

-Sergeant?
-I'm sorry, C.O.

It won't happen again, C.O.

I'm sure it won't, Sergeant.
Very sure!

-Thanks, guys.
-Forget it, Bert.

Keep inside the lines, please.

I can't fly with you anymore.

The feeling's mutual.

-You shouldn't make deals with yourself.
-I don't.

What about Mark?

-Why are they here?
-They want a Sea King for tonight.

-Some drugs operation in the port.
-We have to fly it, I suppose.

No, Bob's flying.

Hello?

Not now?

OK. Alright. Where?

No, I'll find it. It's OK.

I've got to go.

Symons…

See you tomorrow.

Rick!

Aren't you going to ask
what we're going to do?

A boat with no lights, no number,
in the middle of the night.

-It's bound to be legal!
-They're not taking my boat away.

-I'm totally broke.
-Let me help you.

With what you earn as a diver?

-We'll work something out.
-I've been to all the banks.

This is the simplest way. I collect
the stuff, they pay me, that's it.

Just this once and that's it.

Well, what are you going to do?
Coming with me this time?

FEDERAL POLICE

-Is that the one?
-Yes.

There should be a tube
attached to the bottom of the hull.

Rick…

Good luck!

It's taking too long.

Koen? Koen?

Rick.

This side.

Hold on! To the boat.
Hold on!

What now?

Someone will pick up the tube
and pay me and that's it.

D'you really believe that?

I told you, just this once and that's it.
Can we just forget about it, please?

-The cops are waiting for you.
-I don't believe you.

They were at the base.

-You're lying.
-Why d'you think the Sea King was here?

Come on, get out. I've got to go.

-No.
-What d'you mean, no?

If the cops catch us,
we'll pay for it together.

-Don't be ridiculous!
-Together, Koen.

-This time we're doing it together.
-I'm doing this on my own!

You bastard! Fuck you!
I want to do it on my own!

I'm doing it on my own!

Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!
Bloody fuckin' hell!

You've taken everything away from me.

Everything.

Symons!

The night flight has been cancelled.

-Because of the storm?
-No, Mark says we haven't got a diver.

You're not on the board.

Mark!

-Why isn't Rick on the board?
-That's what you asked for.

"I don't feel safe with him." Her words,
I don't have a problem with you.

If that's how things are,
take me off too.

Fine, I'll find you
a new squadron leader.

Shall I fill the papers in or are you
going to earn your place on your back?

Proud of yourself, Mark?
That you're so good at lying?

What's your problem?

Stop! Stop!

Rick, Koen has set out to sea
on the Trans Mare!

In this weather?

North or west, Rick?

Crossing the Atlantic.
West.

-Bert, give me a course.
-With this wind and current

try heading 2-8-0.

It's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

-Hold on!
-Bert?

-No, it's gone.
-What's gone?

I had something at
11 o'clock and 10 miles.

-No one can get so far in this weather.
-Koen can.

It's there again.
It comes and goes, could be anything.

OK, we'll take a look.

Yes! There's something there!

It's stationary on the screen now.
There's something in the water.

Yes! At 3 o'clock!

I can't see Koen. Where is he?

Maybe he's in the cabin.

-There! He's there!
-Shit! He's attached to the boat.

I'm going down.

-Rick wants to go down.
-It's too dangerous with that mast.

The boat's capsizing!

Rick!

He's still attached to the boat.

Koen!

I've asked the C.O. if I can transfer
back into the Navy.

I want to go to sea again, Rick.

And miss Koen somewhere else.

Do you know what was worst for him?

Not being able to walk was hard.

Really hard.

But the thought of never being able
to dive with you again really got to him.

It really did.

It was his choice.

His own choice.

We couldn't have stopped him.
Neither of us could have.

Rescue diving… Yeah, right!

What can I say?

That it won't happen again?
It will.

You can't change the past.
I can't, you can't. No one can.

But… tomorrow, a sick kid on a ferry,
a fisherman who's had a heart attack.

-There's no point.
-We're vitally important to them.

We're the difference
between life and death.

Alex.

There's no point anymore.

Even if I save a thousand lives,
there's no point anymore.

Then there's nothing to keep you here.

What's the flight?

Medevac to Ghent.

Yes, Marleen?

C.O., I've had a report of a burning
cargo ship, near the Oostdijk buoy.

Ostend can't contact the crew,
their radio's down.

What's the status?

The ship's on fire. It's taking water.
It's not looking good.

-Where's Mark?
-Still in Ghent. Organ transport.

-Call Bob and the reserve crew.
-It's too long until they're airborne!

The ship's sinking.

Call them all up.
Inform the Navy and…

-I need a lift.
-Sorry, we've already got a customer.

The Minister will be here any minute.

-What's so urgent?
-The ship that's on fire.

-That's for the Sea King.
-No, the crew on standby is in Ghent.

Come on!

OK, get in.

But that's my helicopter!

What on earth are they doing?

-How are we going to get you on board?
-Improvise.

Sure you want to go down there?

The customer is always right.

-I can't go any lower.
-I'll manage.

OK, Rick. We can't wait. Fuel.

I'll get a lift on the Sea King.
Thanks.

OK.

Mark, who is the Augusta?

Sea King,
it's hell back there, but your guy…

has certainly got balls!

Or is he just crazy?

What guy? We're the first to get here.

No, we've just dropped off a diver.
Rick, I believe.

Is that possible?

-Is he on board?
-Yes.

Go and get him off there quick.

Goddamn.

A cut to the head
and one with a broken arm, I think.

The captain's down below
but is unconscious.

I've got two with slight injuries.

-Let Bob pick them up. I'm going below.
-Understood, Alex.

We've got to get out of here! Now!

Mark,
has Bob picked up a woman and a child?

Negative. Just five crew members.

Have him winched up.

They've got to get out of there.

Alex, Rick's got to get out of there!

Alex!
Rick's got to get out of there now!

Bloody hell! We're running low on fuel!

Rick! Come on, Rick! Rick!

We've got to get out of here, now!

You won't be able to. Come on!

Please! Rick!

Please! Come on.

We've got to leave now
or we won't make it to the coast!

There they are!

-Come on! Come on!
-Rick, we couldn't do anymore.

Mark, we've got to leave now.

He's going inside.
He's going back inside!

Mark!

I've got to go back
or we'll lose the helicopter.

I've got to go back. Sorry, guys!

The other one's slightly hurt.

The 01 has been refuelled.

The 01 has been refuelled. Come on!

Alex! Come on! Come on!

Come on, Alex!

-Come on!
-Start it up!

Come on. Hurry.

-Rescue 9-1.
-Yes, Marleen?

The coastguards have arrived.

They've found a lifeboat
containing a woman and a child.

-Rick got them out.
-Bloody hell, what a brave bastard!

Marleen, tell Rick
we're coming to get him in person.

9-1, Rick wasn't with them.

He helped the casualties
get off the ship and then it sank.

We don't know where Rick is.

All the Navy's and coastguards' boats
are out. They're continuing to search.

Alex! Alex!

They've found him!
Alex! They've got him.

The Navy's found him, Alex.
They're bringing him here.

I think I've found something
that belongs to you.

In the past 30 years, 40th Squadron
has flown more than 2300 scrambles.

For more than 1330 men,
women and children,

the Sea Kings and their crew meant
the difference between life and death.

Here 9-3, yes, Marleen?

-We've got a scramble.
-No, not this evening!

Just out of hospital
and it's started already.

A technician has fallen from
a radar mast and broken his hip.

There goes our Christmas Eve together.

I want to be back on the ground
by 17:00, to pick up the food.

Can't the French go?
They're as close as we are.

-All their helicopters are out.
-And the English?

ARCC Kinloss has grounded everything
because of the mist.

Sorry.

OK, we'll do it.

I don't believe a word of it!
All the helicopters busy!

-C.O.
-Marleen.

Goodbye.

-Good sailing.
-Thanks.

-Diver?
-Mark?

No, Father Christmas.

Enjoy yourselves!
Happy Christmas to you both!

Call me if you need something.

Subtitle translation by: Christine Le Piez