All language subtitles for Sea Patrol E11

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is yacht 'Far Horizon'.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Sir.

(ON SPEAKER) We're in position 12
degrees, two, zero, decimal, five, south

and 125 degrees, 33 east.

We've hit a reef, we've broken our keel,
and we're close to capsizing.

Tell her we're on our way, RO.
Sir.

ETA, Nav?
30 minutes.

Very good. Let's go.

Yacht 'Far Horizon' this is
Australia warship 'Hammersley'.

We are travelling to you presently.
Do you copy? Over.

(RHIBS ROAR AWAY)

Yeah, we're at the wreck now, boss.
No sign of anyone yet.

Righto, careful not to get caught
on that rigging. Good to go.

Yeah, swimmers in the water, boss.

Is there anybody in there?
Can you hear me?

Bang on the hull if you can hear me.
(MUFFLED BANGING)

Help! Help!
Get us out of here!

Righto, there's people
in the hull, boss.

Can you swim out?
(MUFFLED) No.

Alright, I want you to stay calm.
We're gonna come and get you.

Buff, it's a mess down there, mate.
Rigging everywhere.

Can you get in?

No chance, mate.

Uh, what if we
cut a hole in the top?

No, that'll be the end of their air pocket.
They'll sink like a stone.

Bomb?

There's a boom wedged across
the hatch, but I think I can get in.

What? Don't be stupid.
It's too dangerous.

Buff, I can do it.
I've done the training.

Righto.
2 DADS: What?

Tie this around your waist.

You good?
Yep.

You be careful.
Oh, yeah, be careful.

You got something to say?!
There's a time and a place!

Help!
Please!

Somebody.

MAN: We're down here!

Over here.
Help!

Is it just the two of you?
Yeah, just us.

Get us outta here.

OK, take off your life jackets.
No.

You have to.
(WATER RUMBLES)

No.

Oh! Oh!

(YACHT CREAKS)
Jesus, this thing's going down.

Spider, attach that to the hull.

Swain, attach a rope to the hull!

Yeah, mate, I've got it.

OK, Swain, Spider. Keep the tension.
Keep your feet clear.

If that goes down, you let go.
I don't want you going with it.

Righto.
(YACHT CREAKS)

Bomber!

Bomb!

Take off your life jackets, otherwise
you won't be able to swim out.

She's right. Take it off.

What's your name?
Jila.

Jila, my name's Rebecca,
and I'm gonna get you out of here.

Take off your life jacket.
Come on.

See this line -- it leads out of here.

It's not far. You just need to pull
yourself along it until you're out.

Can you do that for me? Yeah?

OK. Hold onto this.

Right, I need you
to take a deep breath

and pull like hell until you're out.

Oh! Oh!

Come on, you can do this.
Go, go.

Deep breath.

Feel something.

Hang on. Someone's coming up.

Are you OK?
Ma'am, how many are down there?

2 Dads, 2 Dads.

Buff, I'm taking her
to the other RHIB.

2 DADS: Got her, RO?

SWAIN: You right?
Just give her a check, mate.

You right, Swaino?
Yeah, mate. Yeah.

BOMBER: You're next.
OK.

Hold onto this. Take a deep breath
and just keep pulling.

Go.

(YACHT CREAKS)

Bomber!
Someone coming up.

Here, here, here.
2 Dads, to the other RHIB.

It's OK. I've got you.

SPIDER: Bomb!
SWAIN: Bomber!

Right, you got him? Three and up.

Buff, it's slipping.
I can't hold it, Buff.

(YACHT CREAKS)

Bomber!
Whoa!

Bomber!

Buff, I'm losing it.
Can't hold it!

I'm slipping.
Let it go, mate.

BUFFER: Lost her!

I've lost her.
The line's gone. I've lost her.

The line's gone?
The line's gone!

Bomber!
2 DADS: It's going down, Buff.

2 DADS: Bomber!
BUFFER: Bomber!

2 DADS: Bomber!

So you, uh...you're on a sailing trip
with your brother, huh? That's nice.

He's my boyfriend.
Ah, what a pity.

Thank you.

So, uh, it was a bit touch-and-go,
but we got you out.

You'd be on the bottom of the ocean
if we hadn't gone in to get you.

Good thing we did, eh?
Are you joking?

It was really brave of you, 2 Dads,
swimming into a sinking yacht --

above and beyond the call.

Sir, if you'd like to come with me,
we'll get you into some dry clothes.

XO: We've organised a cabin for you.

I don't suppose that you got
your passports off the boat?

No. Everything we had's
at the bottom of the ocean.

When we get to port,
customs will want to process you,

and to do that, they'll need
to establish your identities.

So copies of bank statements,
driver's licences, that sort of thing.

I don't know if you want to
contact some family members

and see if they can
make copies for you

and get the paperwork
together for you.

Is there any chance
of getting a drink on this boat?

Um, best we can offer
is light beer, I'm afraid,

and even then,
it's only with dinner.

Right, so it's a real party boat.

Hi.
Hi.

What is she doing
with that goober?

Maybe you should
have a crack, 2 Dads.

Maybe I will.

Oh, yeah? Show her
what a real man's like, hey?

Better take Buffer with you.
Funny.

Spider, is that one
of my kitchen knives?

Yeah. Sorry. Mine went blunt.

Come on, it's my dad's 60th birthday.

Oww!
Boofhead.

No double beds, I'm afraid,
but comfy bunks...

(GASPS) Brad! Oh, my God.

Ahh!
Jeez.

You alright?
Are you alright?

Argh! My ankle.
Show me, mate.

Mate, can you just...

..can you move it from side to side,
see how that feels?

What about up and down?
Argh!

Sorry. There's only one way
to find out if it's broken.

(GROANS)

It's not broken.

I'm a nurse.
Right.

You've sprained it.
Oh, you barbaric bitch.

What is it with you? Haven't had
enough excitement for one day?

Poor Bradley. You're always
having little accidents.

We might get you
some painkillers there, mate.

Please.

Bomber.
Oh.

The coolest place we went to
was Angkor Wat.

It was full of beggars, like rats.
Oh, and garbage everywhere.

You'd think they'd keep it
better maintained than that.

Well, I liked it, grumble-bum.

I wonder why I'd be in a bad mood.

Aren't you going to have any pud?
Oh, no, not me. Full as a goog.

The worst of it is,
we were gonna sell the boat

and then use the proceeds
to buy into this juice franchise, right?

I told you we should have got...
(GROANS) ..insurance.

Are you OK?
(YELLS)

What is it? Brad?

Here, lay down, lay down.

(YELLS)
JILA: Brad? Brad?

I need a pipe made.
"Swain, wardroom at the rush."

(SCREAMS)
Brad.

RO: Swain, wardroom at the rush.
Brad?

Swain!

Brad?
(GROANS)

I think he's having a fit. I...
Alright.

Just try and hold him down.

Ah!

Brad! Brad!
(GROANS)

Brad.

Brad?

Brad?

Brad?!

SWAIN: He's dead.

Jila, I'm Mike Flynn,
the captain. I'm sorry.

What happened?

We...we were talking,
everything was fine,

and then he just started screaming.

Massive heart attack?
An allergic reaction? I don't know.

What did he eat?
Practically nothing.

What, you think it could be
from my food?

No I'm not saying that.
Of course not.

You've done nothing wrong, Bomber.

How does someone just die like that?

Jila, I'm very sorry.

We can make you comfortable
in the senior sailors' mess

for the time being.

Or, of course,
there's always a cabin for you.

Where are you taking him?

We have a...a cool room
to keep him in.

The garbage room?

What, you're putting him
out with the garbage?

No.

It's the only refrigerated room on board
that's big enough, I'm afraid.

Er, Jila, do you have any idea why?

Why what?

Why your partner would
suddenly die like this?

No, I don't know. (SOBS)

He was fine.

(SOBS)

You need some rest.

Jila, you can use my cabin
if you like.

Thanks, Bomber.

Jila.
Leave me alone.

You can't stay in there all night.
There's a rack, a bunk here.

Look, just come out
and try and get some sleep.

(LOCK CLICKS)

If you need help sleeping,
I can give you a sedative.

No, I just need to be alone. Thanks.

OK. Well, if you need anything,
I'll be upstairs.

Thank you.

Bomber.

I really mean it. Thank you.

It's OK.

Have you been feeding Lancelot?
No.

Are you sure?

I think I'd remember.

Well, he's not eating.

I don't know anything
about it, Nikki.

Something's wrong with him.

You do know something about
ET's accident, don't you?

Tell me the truth.
The truth's overrated.

(METAL SCRAPES)

(SIGHS) Bloody Spider.

(BOMBER SHARPENS KNIVES)

Hang on a tick.
So this is the dead bloke?

Let me get a photo for my files.

So you're the customs bloke?
Yeah.

MIKE: Yes, Mike Flynn.

(BAG UNZIPS)

Come aboard.

Jila, this is Agent Weaver
of the Federal Police.

This is Jila Carey.
I'm sorry for your loss.

Agent Weaver will be looking
into Brad's death.

Don't worry, we're not thinking
anything suspicious.

It's just one of those boxes
we have to tick

when someone
dies suddenly like this.

Unfortunately, an autopsy
will need to be done.

No getting around that.

I pretty much go on
whatever the coroner says.

You've been cleared by
the passport office and by customs,

so you're good to go.

But...

..here's my card.

We'll get together again
for a cup of tea and a chat.

JILA: OK.

Thanks.
I'll get you to a cab.

I'll take you on board,
show you the scene.

Captain, I'm escorting
Miss Carey to a taxi.

Very good.

Uh, Jila.
Good luck with everything.

This way.

I don't need to go and report to customs,
so do you wanna go for a drink?

I mean, you'd have to buy it for me
because I'm skint.

Look, whatever you need.
I mean it.

And if you need somewhere to stay,

you can crash at my place,
until you get yourself sorted.

Really?

XO: Hey, Bomber.
I need to cancel your leave.

Spider's cut his hand and I need you
to cover his watch. Sorry.

What?

I'm sorry.
Oh.

Look, here are my keys.

I'll just...

This is where I live.

Just make yourself at home,
and I'll see you in the morning.

Are you sure?
I saved your life.

I'm responsible for you.
Or something like that.

Look, did you want me
to take your bag?

Oh, no, that's alright.
I'll need my toiletries.

My number's there, so just give me
a call if you need anything. OK?

'Bye, then.
See you.

Keep it up there, Spider.
Yep.

XO: What's he done?

I think he might have
cut his tendon.

You right to drive him in to hospital?
Yep.

Were you using my knives again?
No.

Serves you right.
SPIDER: Shut up.

XO: Sorry.

So we're losing
our little mascot, hey?

Yeah, I'm worried it might be
for good. He's sick.

Yeah, he is looking
a little bit off-colour.

Do you think?
(LAUGHS) I'm joking.

Oh, yes.

There you go, mate.

Buff?
Yeah.

In all the time that you knew ET,
did he ever give you cause to doubt...

Doubt what?
With his crewmates.

He always had your back?
Safety was a priority?

He was 200% reliable, Nav,
if that's what you're asking me.

There's no doubt about that.
Yeah.

That's what I would have said.

What is going on
in that head of yours?

Thank you, Buff. Thank you.

See you.

Nikki Caetano. How you going?
Hi, Campbell.

When you rang, I thought
it was gonna be about us.

Ah, no, it's about him.
Yeah, something's up with him.

What's his name?
Lancelot.

When did he start going off his food?
About three days ago.

What changed three days ago?
I don't know.

You know
you didn't have to come here.

There's a number of other aquariums
in town that could have helped you.

You are the best, aren't you?

I'm glad you thought
you could come to me.

We're cool with everything now,
aren't we?

We must be. You wouldn't be here
otherwise, would you?

I cleaned the filter. I used bleach.

I mustn't have
rinsed it out properly.

Well, that'll bring the pH down.

Oh, hello.
Hi. Hi.

Uh, this is my friend Nikki.
She's got a sick fish.

Of course, Josh's partner.

How have you been going
with everything?

You've got an amazing set-up.

I can see why Josh
was so excited to work for you.

Yeah, he was a good man.
We miss him.

Do you mind if we
borrow Campbell for a second?

Sure.

I'll be right back.

Matt and Simone
are so touched by your visit,

they want you to have this
free of charge.

And they'd like me to give you
the royal tour.

Great.

So, currently, we're exporting
all this all over the world.

It's an enormous operation.
I can see why they work you hard.

They do work you hard, don't they?
So what?

It's big money.
You've got targets to reach.

It's why they have you
cut corners on safety.

That's why when we found you,
there was no-one up top to keep watch.

Yeah, you see, that was a one-off.

Really?
Yep.

You said ET
would have been the one

left on the surface
to monitor the air pump.

Yet when we found him,
he was in his wetsuit.

He was diving
with the rest of them.

And when the pump failed,
there was no-one up top to fix it,

and that's why they all died.

There is a culture of risk-taking
in this company

because you are forced
to meet unrealistic targets.

No-one's ever said
to forgo safety. Ever. Right?

We were investigated by Occupational
Health and Safety. We were cleared.

So eight of your divers die

because there's no-one on the surface
to monitor the compressor.

And then not two months --
two months -- later,

we pull you and your mate out of the
ocean for doing the exact same thing.

That looks like
a pattern of behaviour to me.

If you know something...

..and you've changed,
like you said you have,

then you must come forward.

The Robsenns must be
put out of business.

You would be dead
if we hadn't come along.

Come and have a look at this.

We'll take over, mate.

(LOCK RATTLES)

There's been a spike in demand
on the world market for bull sharks.

Seems some aquarists like the idea
of a killing machine in their collection.

They're not the biggest or the
most beautiful, but they're the deadliest.

Now, Matt and Simone are good people.
They've done nothing wrong.

You mess with them,
you mess with me.

And I won't be so forgiving
next time round.

What?
Well, you going to check in?

Are you serious?
Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Hello. Able Seaman Brown. Duty watch,
'Hammersley'. 1700 check-in.

Damage control -- condition harbour.

Gangway secured.
No incidents to report.

MAN ON RADIO:
Copy that, 'Hammersley'.

Cool. 'Bye.

Cool?

What?

(CHUCKLES)

RO, it's not fair.
I was gonna play netball tonight.

I used to date a girl who was
the captain of the netball team.

She used to spit on the ground
every time she scored a goal.

It was disgusting.
And after I saw that, it was over.

You ended the relationship

because she cleared her throat
during a sporting competition?

She was a high-scoring
goal attacker.

So every time the ball went through
the hoop, she would... (HAWKS)

You know?.
It was disgusting.

You don't have a problem
with that?

Better out than in, I reckon.

Hey, Jila, it's me.
If you're there, pick up the phone.

Hello?

I'll try you again later.

Is she staying at your house?
Yeah.

Just until she gets herself together.

You gave a complete stranger
the keys to your apartment?

What? It's not like
she's gonna steal from me.

How do you know that?
I don't know, but I saved her life.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.
Well, it would to me.

All I'm saying is
you're very strange.

I would say you're strange.

(LIFT DINGS)

How's the hand?
Still waiting.

Practically got to be dead
before you see a doctor around here.

What are you doing here?
The federal cop asked us.

Something to do with Brad Harcourt.
Sir.

G'day.

Thanks for coming down.

What's the problem?

We've had a bit of a look
at the young fellow.

Seems he died of a drug overdose.

I've seen plenty of ODs,
but nothing like that.

Well, this was a massive overdose,
emphasis on the massive.

We found these
in his large intestine.

One of them must have ruptured.

He was a drug mule.
Most certainly.

But, you see, the thing is this --

those were the only two
we could find in his body.

There must have been more.

Oh, what do you mean?
Who had access to the body?

Well, he wasn't in a locked
compartment, so conceivably anybody.

Did Jila Carey?

Well, it was my understanding

that she confined herself
to her cabin until we docked.

Now, you said he must have
had more drugs inside him.

What exactly are you saying?

When we opened up the body bag,

we found he'd been cut open
from here to here.

He'd been gutted.

I was hoping to have that cuppa
with Jila Carey,

but she's nowhere to be found.

All decks checked and secure.

I don't know how you get
any enjoyment out of that.

Did you fill out a box
in my Sudoku?

Able Seaman Brown. Duty watch,
'Hammersley'. 1900 check-in.

Damage control -- condition harbour.

Gangway secured.
No incidents to report.

Thanks. 'Bye.

You got this right. It's amazing.

What, because
I'm some sort of dummy?

I have a gift for numbers.
Didn't know that about me, did you?

Didn't know that
you played netball either.

(THUD, SPLASH)
Well...

What?

What'd it look like?

RO: I thought I heard something
splashing in the water.

Oh, it's probably just a crocodile.
Yeah.

Yeah, Nav, we're just
in the back bar.

Yeah, OK.
How many times?

So, what, she cut him open?
She gutted him like a fish.

I knew it.

You knew they were smuggling drugs?
No. That they weren't on together.

How could you possibly know that?

OK, uh, picture Sally, your wife,

up to her elbow in your stomach
pulling out packets of drugs.

That doesn't sound like
two people in love.

They did seem like
a funny-looking pair.

Hey, Nav.
Hey.

Hey, Nav.
Hey.

Can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah, sure.

What's up?

Can you have one of your
police friends do a check on someone?

I can ask.

Who do you want a check on?
Campbell Fulton.

Everything about him
turning over a new leaf, it was an act.

He had something to do
with ET's death, I'm sure of it.

Well, if that's the case, it means
he killed seven people doing it.

Yeah, he's unhinged enough.
Nav, I...I just don't know.

Swain, look into it for me.
See if he's got a record.

One of your police friends
can do that, can't they?

You don't believe me.

I do. It's just...

You said you'd be there for me.
You said you'd help me.

Yeah, and I am, OK?
You've gotta let this go.

I know he and ET had a history, but
you're starting to get irrational about this.

You weren't there. You didn't see
what he was like. I did.

Nav.
I can't believe...

I'll have a serve of
prawn and pork rice paper rolls,

one red duck curry
and a serving of rice.

No, home delivery.

I'm at...

BOMBER: I don't want any more.

Well, I can't come pick it up.
I'm on a boat.

No, at port, at the naval base.

Do you really think
I would order home delivery

if I was in the middle of the ocean?

I understand you have
a minimum orders in home deliveries.

(CLINKING AND RUSTLING)

OK, I'll ask my friend if he wants to
order something. I'll call you back.

Scumbags.

RO!

RO, are you sure you don't want
to order any Thai?

They've got a minimum order
on home delivery

and they practically want me
to buy up the whole menu.

RO?

RO?

RO!

It's spooky enough on this boat
with only the two of us.

Don't play games with me.

RO!

RO?

OK, love.

You.

This her?
Yep.

You got our stuff.

What?
Half a million bucks worth.

Bomber, I put something
in your bag for safekeeping.

Give it back to us
and we'll get out of your hair.

I don't know
what she's talking about.

Oh! Argh!
Why are you doing this?

Where are the drugs?!
What drugs?

I don't know anything
about any drugs.

I put them in your bag!
What?

I couldn't very well carry them
through customs myself.

You're a bitch, you know that?

Bomber, these guys
don't muck around.

I need the drugs.
Where have you put them?

This...this isn't my bag.
This isn't my stuff.

None of this is mine.
(YELLS)

Look! It's not my name.
It's not my stuff.

There'd be a netball uniform
in there if it was hers.

So this guy Webb's got your bag?
He must have my bag.

Then we need to call him,
organise a swap.

Bomber.
(RO GROANS)

They're gonna kill him.
Make a call.

(GROANS)

OK. OK.

Come on, let's get you home.
(PHONE RINGS)

Oh. Here, I'll get that.

Are you alright?
Mmm.

Just come and sit down.

Hello. Seaman Webb's phone.

X, is that you?
Oh, yeah. G'day, Bomber.

Just sit down.
Bomber.

BOMBER: Hi. Is Spider there?
Uh, yeah. Look, he is.

He's just not in a great place
to talk right now.

You might wanna
give him a call tomorrow.

Look, um, actually, it's urgent, X.
I need to speak to him now.

Our bags got mixed up
when we were leaving the boat.

I think he's got mine.
I've got his.

OK, I'll just have a look.
No, don't do that.

Can you just tell him
to bring it down to the boat?

He won't be coming back
to the ship tonight, Bomber.

He's going straight home.

So you'll bring it down for him?
Oh, great. Thanks so much, X.

Um, I'll see you soon. 'Bye.

Bomber, I'm...
(PHONE BEEPS)

Oh!

Spider's cut his hand, he's in hospital,
but the XO said she'd bring it down.

How long?

As soon as she can, she said.

Bomber thinks
that you've got her bag.

Really?

Oh, they're not mine.

Spider!

God.

And they are definitely not mine.
No.

Better not take long.

You're going to kill us, aren't you?

Not if you do what we say.

And then you kill us.

Ohh! (GROANS)

Keep talking and we keep hitting you
till you stop.

You got it?
Yeah, I got it.

(GROANS)
Tie him up.

Yeah. I'm OK. I'm OK.

MAN: How long till she gets here?

I don't know. She didn't say.
As soon as possible.

Are they making you do this?

I'm trying to understand.

(PHONE RINGS)

Don't answer that.

If I don't answer that, port security
will be ordered down here

to make sure everything's OK.

It's protocol.

Your gig.

You're in charge?

Shut up and answer it.
Oh, my God.

Do anything stupid,
your friend's dead. You got it?

RO: Just do it, Bomber.

'Hammersley'.
Able Seaman Brown speaking.

Bomber, it's the captain here.

I want you to remain calm

and try and make this sound
as casual as possible.

Yes or no -- are you
being held under duress?

Oh, yeah.

How many are there?
Uh, 0300, that'd be.

Are they armed?
Oh, yeah, definitely.

Is one of them Jila Carey?
Yeah.

Are you both OK?
Have you been hurt?

Oh, a little bit. But, hey,
what do you expect on duty watch?

Alright, Bomber, you and Robert
do exactly what they tell you to do.

Help is on the way.

I'll get onto
the Tactical Response Group.

Who was it?

Port security,
wanting to chew the fat.

Guess they're having
a boring night too.

MAN: Whoo-hoo!

BUFFER: Breakfast!

2 DADS: I'm drunk.
I'm way too drunk.

You got a drinking problem,
that's why.

I love you. (LAUGHS)
Uncomfortable, mate.

If you were a woman,
you'd be really ugly.

If you were a woman, you'd look like
a bulldog eating porridge.

I hate porridge.

(LAUGHS) I'm gonna have a slash.

Yeah. I'll go and announce our arrival.

Honey, I'm home.

Hey, Buff, have a good night?
Oh... Oh, yeah.

A few too many. (LAUGHS)

How's your night?
Uh, yeah, oh...

Yeah, so-so.

Sounds like you're gonna have
a sore head in the morning.

Hey, did you hear what that
Jila chick did to her boyfriend?

She opened him up...
Yeah, I did actually, Buff, and...

If you wouldn't mind
leaving me alone,

I'm feeling a little bit
upset about it, alright?

Oh. Sorry, mate. Yeah.

Well, if you...if you need
someone to talk to,

you know where to find me, eh?

Buff.

Go get some rest.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Alright.

(RO GASPS)
Hey.

Well, they know.
MAN: This is a bloody mess.

It's alright. We can still do it.

Incoming, you ugly cow!
Ohhh!

(2 DADS LAUGHS)

Ow!
(LAUGHS)

How long's that gonna go on for?

Why don't you go and ask them?

(CAR HORN BEEPS)

Car.

Why doesn't she just bring it up?

(PHONE RINGS)
(SIGHS)

Should I answer that?

You put it on speaker.

'Hammersley'.
Able Seaman Brown speaking.

Hey, Bomber, it's me.
I'm down in the car. I've got the bag.

Can you bring it up, X?

Oh, look, you're gonna have to
come down and get it.

I'm in a hurry --
I'm already late for dinner.

XO: Bomber?

OK, I'll be right down, X.

Oi!

You go down, you swap the bag
and you come straight back up.

No games. No hidden messages.
Otherwise we will kill him.

You got it?
I've got it.

Have you got it?
I've got it, OK!

(2 DADS AND BUFFER LAUGH)

BUFFER: Whoops.
(2 DADS LAUGHS)

2 DADS: Ohh!

Hey.
Hey.

Are you alright?
Yeah.

Been a bit of a change of plans.
We're not gonna swap the bags.

What?
I just want you to get in the car.

No, X. They've got RO.
They said they would kill him.

Buffer and 2 Dads are on board.
Just give me the bag.

We're never gonna get out of here
with those idiots downstairs.

(2 DADS YELLS)
Deal with them.

We can't keep taking hostages.
Do what you have to.

Just get in the car. Now.
X, give me the bag.

That is an order, Able.
Get in the car. Let's go.

(LAUGHS)
(PHONE BEEPS)

Buff! Hold on, hold on, hold on.
The game's off.

(PHONE RINGS)

Have you seen this message?

What was that?

"'Hammersley'
is strictly off-limits."

BUFFER: Come on, come on.

Right, the cops are here.

(YELLS)
Ohh!

Argh!

Ahh!

In there. In there.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(ALARM WAILS)

X, there's Jila.

She's getting away.
Let's go.

Got her?

Can you get her up?
(GROANS)

Can you grab her?

(POLICE YELL INDISTINCTLY)

Navy. Navy. Australian Navy.

You right?
Yeah, I'm OK.

Are you OK?
(ALARM STOPS)

RO? Are you alright?
Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

I'm so sorry.
It's alright.

You did well. You did really well.

Letting off some steam?

I checked up on
Campbell Fulton for you.

Against your better judgment?

He's a cleanskin, Nikki.
No criminal record.

(UNLOADS GUN)
Doesn't mean he didn't do it.

Actually, in my experience,
it makes it highly unlikely.

Just upping one day and
killing eight people out of nowhere.

There'd be a history of violence.

He doesn't have one.

He threatened me.
And he tried to kill ET once.

That was in the heat of an argument
and hardly premeditated.

You're defending him.
No, of course I'm not.

I'm just trying to put things
in perspective.

If he is responsible
of committing mass murder,

it stands to reason there'd be
something on his record.

The only reason there's nothing on him
is because he hasn't been caught yet.

RO: That's the thing with people --

if you have low expectations,
you never get disappointed.

I don't think I could
ever get them that low.

Ahh!

The X is calling an ambulance.

Looks like you'll be
spending the night in hospital.

No. Sir, I...

I don't...I don't
want to go to hospital.

People die in hospital.
No arguments. It's an order.

I'll get MRSA.
(LAUGHS)

What?
Well, it's a superbug.

They'll be chopping bits of me off
until I'm nothing but a torso.

Why...why are you laughing?
It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

Well, I'm glad you're OK, RO.
Both of you.

Superbug?

You two alright?
Yeah.

Yeah, boss.
Never better, boss.

We just wanted to thank RO
for saving my life and...

..oh, and Buffer's.

You drunk, 2 Dads?

Yes, sir. As a newt, sir.

(LAUGHS) Me too, boss.

Still handle myself, though.

Get below, sleep it off.
Righto.

The ship's safe! Buffer's here!