All language subtitles for Sea Patrol 4x01 Night of the Long Knives-eng

(BEEPS)

MIKE: D'you hear there?
This is the Captain speaking.

The American ambassador
has just arrived

on HMAS 'Newcastle'.

The medal ceremony is
scheduled to last one hour.

We are to remain on alert status
until Ambassador Davis departs.

That is all.

Why would the navy get some big
Yank to dish out medals eh?

Joint task force
in the Gulf, mate.

These guys
distinguished themselves.

The Americans are very grateful.

Americans hand out medals
like Chupa Chups, Swaino.

Sounds to me like
someone's jealous.

I don't need some tin badge
to tell me how good l am.

You do a pretty good job
of that yourself.

(ALL LAUGH)

Oh, so they're
the hero dudes, eh?

Bird, fourth from left.

Talk about cute!

MAN ON P.A.: Petty Officer
Dylan Mulholland, second class.

Hmm! He can be my hero any day!

Congratulations, Petty Officer.

Thank you, sir.
Well done.

Still got all
his arms and legs.

How heroic could he have been?

(LAUGHS)

HMAS 'Hammersley', go ahead.

Decent of the Ambassador to
chopper all the way out here.

Oh, 'Newcastle's on deployment,
but that's just an excuse.

Sorry, ma'am, can you
repeat that, please?

Good PR.
It'll look good on the telly.

OK, can you calm down,
please, ma'am?

Sir, I've got a mayday.
I'm having trouble hearing it.

Put it on speaker, RO.
Sir.

AMERICAN WOMAN: They're here
now, up on deck. I can't...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Ma'am, this is
lieutenant Commander Mike Flynn

on Australian warship
'Hammersley'.

Can you tell me your name?

My name is Caroline.
Please help me.

What's the name of
your vessel, Caroline?

Uh... I'm on a fishing boat.
It's, um...the 'White Knight'.

(GUNSHOTS ON RADIO)

Oh, my God, they're shooting!
Who's shooting?

I don't know.
They just boarded the boat.

Oh, God, I'm so scared.

Sir, there's nothing on radar
or ALS. You think it's legit?

Can you give me
your coordinates?

I don't know anything
about boats.

Just look for the GPS.

I don't know. I...I cant...

It looks just like
a sat-nav in your car.

It should be right near
the radio.

This thing with the numbers?
That's it. Read me the numbers.

1-7-0-5.

0-5?
0-5, yep.

4-6-2-4.
(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(RADIO CRACKLES)

Caroline?

Caroline, are you still there?

Please, God! I don't wanna die.

23 miles bearing 230, sir.

Alright, X. Take a RHIB.
We'll stay with the fleet.

Listen, Caroline,
we're coming to get you.

Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.

Do you promise?
I give you my word.

MAN: Swain!

Clear!
Clear, X.

Captain, X. Boat appears
to be deserted. Over.

MIKE: I told the woman to hide,
X. Search everywhere.

Yes, sir.

Swain?

RO?

Caroline? Caroline?
(ENGINE HUMS)

Australian Navy, are you down...
There's a bomb!

Bomb on board, bomb on board!
There's a bomb!

What's going on?
OK, go!

BOMBER: Come to a full stop,
Stainesy!

CHARGE: On three.
BOTH: One, two, three.

Lift! That's it. We got you.

Robert and Swain are OK, boss.

It's just 2Dads and the X
are still missing.

2Dads, grab my hand.

(All GRUNT)

About time you guys showed up!
Have you seen the X?

No?
No.

X!
X!

X!

Sir?

Charge, come around.
50 yards east of your position.

Good spot, Bird.

(GROANS)
X... X, you alright?

Come here. That's it. OK.

Bring her back.

Have you got any pain,
headache?

I have a slight headache.

What day of the week is it?

That's a trick question.
It's Tuesday.

Mmm.

Pupils are a bit sluggish.
They're sluggish?

Possible concussion.

We'll need a CT scan
when we get back to shore.

I don't need a CT scan.
I'm not having one.

I'm afraid the CT scan
is mandatory, ma'am.

CAROLINE: Please, God!
I don't wanna die.

MIKE: listen, Caroline,
we're coming to get you.

Do you promise?
I give you my word.

The 'White Knight' was
a fishing charter out of Cairns.

With its manifest destroyed,

we're unsure of how many were
on board or their identities.

And you think this was an act
of piracy, Lt Commander Flynn?

My crew members found
no evidence of looting, ma'am,

but it could be
a ransom scenario.

Then why blow up the vessel?
To cover their tracks?

Let us know they're serious.
That'd be my best guess.

We need to coordinate assets
as soon as possible.

Alright, you heard
the lieutenant Commander.

We need to brief Canberra
and our COs. let's get onto it.

How are you, Mike?

I'm keen to get back
out there, Maxine. Yourself?

Well, better for this
change of scenery.

I was getting itchy feet
in Canberra.

That doesn't surprise me.

Even at ADFA, you couldn't
sit still through a lecture.

Well, lucky for me,
you took excellent notes.

(lAUGHS) Yeah.
And look where they got you.

(lAUGHS) I'll walk you out.

Actually, that's what I wanted
to speak to you about.

According to your file,

you've been up for promotion
twice in the last 1 2 months

and knocked them both back.

A promotion means
a shore posting.

Judging from that mayday
recording,

you could do with some
time off the water.

You gave that woman your word
you'd get to her.

Now, since when does a CO
make those sorts of promises?

Thank you.

Look, I need an ally in here,
Mike. Someone l can trust.

I'd consider it
a personal favour.

Look, Maxine,
we just docked to refuel.

And you're keen to
get back out there. OK.

I wont press it or now.

I understand you're still
waiting on some crew members?

We had a few post off.

Alright. I just assigned you
a new Buffer.

He'll arrive today
before you sail.

And here?
Yep, cheers.

For a gap girl,
you're pretty lucky.

I was a full-blown able seaman

before I saw
my first explosion.

Well, technically, I didn't
see it, just the aftermath.

Stick close to me. Trouble
tends to follow me around.

How'd you go at the hospital?
The CT scan came back clear.

Looks like it's just
a few bruised ribs.

You know what that means.
My own personal masseuse?

Are you offering?
Light duties.

(MUSlC BLARES)

WOMAN: Have a good trip!

See ya soon. I'll call you.

Who's that?
Luckiest guy on the planet!

You must be our new Buffer.

Petty Officer
Dylan Mulholland, sir.

Mike Flynn. The other intros
will have to wait.

Bird, show our new shipmate
to his quarters.

Right.

Hi.

Jessica Bird. I'm new here too.
I'm doing a gap year.

I've always wanted to meet
a real-life hero.

Well, that makes two of us.

Charge.
NAVCOM assigned 4 patrol boats.

'Kingston's looking in
this north-east quadrant.

'Childers' and 'Glenelg'
are searching here and here.

What makes you think
whoever's taken these people

aren't long gone over the line?

Easier to set up a ransom
exchange if they stay local.

Sir, latest vessel checks out.

'Nagayo 3' - it's a container
ship out of Nagasaki.

It's heading for Brisbane.

Thanks, RO. Keep checking
every vessel we come across.

Mark the contact, X.
Yes, sir.

(EQUIPMENT BEEPS)
Dylan! Come on up.

Sorry about my abruptness.
We're in the middle of a search.

I've been fully briefed
on the situation, sir.

This is our RO, Robert Dixon.

Andy Thorpe, chief engineer.
Charge.

Ah! l will bet my last dollar
that you're a 'Dutchy'.

Surname like 'Mulholland',
who else could I be?

And our executive officer,
Kate McGregor.

Hi. Good to meet you.

Ma'am.

The guy's been in the Gulf
on a big ship,

even scored himself
some fancy medal.

Why serve
on a little tub like this?

I don't know, 2Dads.

Yes, well, I'm guessing the
two girls in his convertible

were not his sisters.

If they were, l wouldn't mind
being part of that family.

Eugh!
Oh!

No, he's not that flash.

And he'd wanna think twice
about pushing his weight around.

I might just push back.

Don't worry, mate.
I won't hold it against you.

Dutchy.
Uh, Leo.

2Dads.

He's always putting
his foot in it.

How are you, mate?
Chris Swaino.

Nice to meet you.

Bomber.

Word on the street is
you're a pretty mean chefo.

Well, l don't get
too many complaints.

Well, load me up.

Put your tongue back
in your head, Bomber!

(INTERCOM CHIMES)

X: Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.
Next time.

Repeat M 'Trader Star',

this is Australian warship
calling you

on VHF channel 1-6. Over.

(SILENCE)

The coastal trader's refusing
to acknowledge radio contact.

I'll lead this evolution.
Command state Oscar's in force.

Mark the time, X.
Yes, sir.

Drop your vessel!
Drop your vessel!

MIKE: Move to the back.

Move back.
Back of the boat, please.

Back against the wall.
Over here.

Sir, come here. Stand there.

You, come here. Come here.
Stay there, please, sirs.

Stand there.

Are you the master
of this vessel?

Do you speak English?

What's your name, sir?
Ahmed.

Ahmed, why didn't you respond
to our communication?

No radio. It does not work.

Check it out, 2Dads.
Roger.

What's in these containers?

Palm oil. We trade
between the islands.

Swain, Bomber, have a look
inside the containers.

Looking for palm oil.

Copy that, sir.

Dutchy, check out
the ship's manifest.

Make sure everything's in order.
Roger.

Sir, the radio
is out of action,

but only because
the battery's been removed.

No battery, no battery.

SWAIN ON RADIO:
Looks like palm oil to me, sir.

Search below.
Right.

X, Captain. Get RO to run
a check on this boat.

MV 'Trader Star' out of Dili,

registration lndia 4
Delta Foxtrot 3-0.

You get that?

Ma'am, call just in
from rescue coordination.

They picked up an EPIRB signal.
It's local.

Mm-hm. Can you check that out?

Manifest appears to be
in order, sir.

XO: Sir, we've just been
alerted to an EPIRB signal

33 miles south-west of
our current position.

We're in the middle
of a search, X.

Sir, the EPIRB is registered to
a fishing boat out of Cairns,

the 'White Knight'.

The 'White Knight'?
Caroline's boat?

Yes, sir. Should I request
another asset respond?

Negative, X.
That's our priority.

Dutchy, everyone in the RHIB.
Roger.

Swain, 2Dads, Bomber,
back in the RHIB.

RO: Data from EPIRB
bearing 325, range 2 miles.

I'm picking up a signal
on 406 megahertz.

Sir, Green 1-0, 1,000 yards.

D'you hear there?
Captain speaking.

Looks like we have
somebody in the water.

Swimmer of the watch, close up.

Heave in on the recovery line!
Hand over hand.

MAN: It's a male, sir.
It's not Caroline.

Wearing a 'White Knight' vest.

What about the EPIRB?

Nuh, nothing here, boss.

OK, Swain. We'll need to
continue our search.

I ran that check you requested
on the MV 'Trader Star',

the vessel you just boarded.

Not now, RO.

Really think you should look at

that piece of paper
l just handed you, sir.

This isn't the 'Trader Star'.

That's right. The boat we just
boarded stole its identity.

We had them.

And we let them go!

XO: We've recovered
two more bodies.

So we have three male victims,

all wearing 'White Knight'
life jackets.

Maybe this Caroline woman
is still alive.

I've alerted NAVCOM,

sent photos of the deceased
to Commander White,

see if we can ID them.

Knocker! How is she?

Don't ever let her
hear you call her that.

In the navy, if your surname is White,
you're gonna get called Knocker.

Last sailor to call her that

found himself mopping out the
heads in a military lock-up.

Knocker...is pressuring me
to take promotion.

Mm-hm. How many times
can you turn down promotion

without it reflecting
poorly on you?

You'd have me off this boat,
would you, X?

A shore posting does
have its advantages.

(PHONE RlNGS)

CO.

RO: Sir, Coastwatch
have spotted that contact

only 1 5 miles to our south.

Thanks, RO. Pipe senior sailors
to ship's office.

Yes, sir.

RO OVER P.A.: Senior sailors
report to ship's office.

Are we gonna snatch
board them, sir?

Not immediately, Dutchy.

I believe they have
the woman on board

and they may kill her if we
attempt a daylight take-down.

So, what do you have in mind?

As soon as it's dark,

we set up both the RHIBs in
the path of the 'Trader Star'

with a rope cable
strung between them.

Engines off, blacked out.

Completely invisible.

When our target vessel
drives into the rope...

It silently pulls the RHlBs
in towards the hull.

The RHlBs move alongside
and we board her.

It's a stealth tactic.

It's been used by pirates
with lethal effect.

OK, it'll be dark soon.

Prepare both RHlB teams
and kit up.

Full Kevlar, extra plates.
DUTCHY: Sir.

Sir, l wanna lead it.

Well, you're still
on light duties.

We have a new Buffer, and this
is the kind of operation

where my experience
would be invaluable.

In this instance, my experience
might have to suffice.

You know, you don't have to
protect me. I'm ready to go.

It's nothing to do with that.
Is it about the promotion?

You're being pressured
to take a desk job,

suddenly you wanna put
yourself in the line of fire?

I don't have a death wish,
if that's what you're saying.

No! But maybe you're
overcompensating.

I gave this woman my word
I'd keep her safe.

I didn't deliver on that.

XO: 'Thunder' and 'lightning',

this is 'Hammersley'
vectoring you into position.

Come left five degrees.

MlKE: Roger that, X.

What's 'Thunder'
and 'lightning'?

Oh, they're code call signs
for the RHlBs,

because our mascot is Thor.

Where's the boat we're chasing?

They're on our
surveillance system.

There.

So the RHIBs are heading for
an interception point, right?

Mm-hm, which is here,

in preparation for
a stealth take-down.

That's awesome.

Yeah, it beats Year 12, I bet.

'Thunder' and 'lightning',
that should do it.

The MV 'Trader Star' is now
three nautical miles north

on a direct heading
for you, over.

Oi, catch!

OK, Dutchy. Take up
position to the west.

80 yards of line should do it.
Keep it as taut as we can.

Copy that.

(EQUIPMENT BEEPS)

X, there's something
going on here.

Captain, X. Over.

Go ahead, X.

Sir, we have some action

They're on the move, sir.

Are they heading for us?

That is a negative. They are
on an easterly heading.

Travelling at a good clip.
What do you advise?

Are you sure they were all men?
The hostage wasn't amongst them?

No, I don't think so, sir.

Then she's still on the 'Trader'
so we stick to our plan. Out.

Rope's pretty taut, boss.

OK, Dutchy, hold there.
Let's cut our engines.

Copy that.

'Thunder' and 'lightning',
you are in a good position.

The MV 'Trader Star'
is going to intercept you

almost right through
the middle.

Over.

Get ready.

Secondaries off.

Secondaries off.

The 'Trader' has
hooked the line.

In a moment, she'll draw
the RHIBs to her sides

as she moves forward

and then we board her.

(COCKS GUN)

Dutchy!

Charge!
2Dads, Bomber, with me!

Stay where you are!

Over here. Over here!

Get down! Down!

2Dads!
Charge, I've got it.

Take him.
Down on the ground!

Flat on the ground.
Hands behind your back!

Engines cut. Upper deck secure.

Roger. Swain, Dutchy, with me.

You OK, RO?
Yep.

Clear.

Clear.

Put the knife down!
Drop the knife!

Put it down, sir!
Put the knife...

DUTCHY: It's the woman, sir.
Get in there, Swain.

Ma'am?
Caroline?

Caroline!

Are you OK?

Tell Phil...please.

What's that? What did you say?

I'm sorry. I had to tell them.

Tell them what, Caroline?
What did you have to tell them?

How's she doing, Swain?

Blood pressure is 90 over 50.

Pupils are reacting briskly.

She's quite dehydrated.

And she's taken a fairly
fierce beating, boss.

I don't know how much
blood she's lost.

Sir, there's
a hydrographic vessel

to our south with
a doctor on board.

They're heading up to
rendezvous with us now.

What about the two
captured crew?

They're down in austere under
guard. Not saying a word.

Sir, Commander White's
on the sat phone.

We've identified
the three deceased males

from your photos.

The 'White Knight's owner

and two tourists from Sydney
on a fishing holiday.

My RO's sending through
a photo of Caroline now.

Do you have any idea
what this is about, Mike?

I mean, that woman was
tortured for something.

Who's Phil, and what
did she tell them?

We're trying to work
that out now.

I've got my crew
on board the boat,

tearing it apart
for information.

Terrorist materials?

We got maps of
the local coastline,

satellite surveillance photos
of nearby islands,

a couple of Al-Qaeda
training manuals.

You've seen this
kind of thing before?

Yes, sir.

Any change, Swain?
No, sir.

Survey ship will be here
within the hour.

OK.

You look exhausted, Swain.
Grab some sleep.

We're all short on sleep, sir.

Bomber can watch over Caroline
for a spell.

Just let me know if
her condition changes.

OK.

We need to question
the prisoners, sir.

That's a job for the Feds.

With all due respect, sir,
I think these men

are planning something
very big.

And some of them
are still at large.

Let me question them, sir.

OK. X, you go with Dutchy.

I don't need the X.

Well, you'll work
together on this.

Sir.

How's the arm?

No hard feelings, eh?

Do you speak English?

Yeah, you speak it alright.

I'm gonna ask you
some questions.

It's in your best interest
to answer them.

OK?

What are you doing here?

What did you want from
the woman you tortured?

What did she tell you
that was so important?

Where did your buddies
in the speedboat go?

Ahhh!
Dutchy!

Let him go. let him go!

Ahhh!
Outside!

Let him go!

Arrghhh!

You should know better
than that.

Just trying to get some answers.

By torturing the man?

Well, asking him nicely
wasn't working, was it?

So, why not go straight
to waterboarding?

We just saved a woman

from that sort of
inhumane treatment.

If you're gonna give me

the "We're no different to them"
speech, don't bother.

Ma'am.

Is this how you got
your medal in the Gulf?

X, Caroline's coming around.

SWAIN: OK, just a few sips.

OK, that's enough. That's it.

Caroline, I'm Mike Flynn.
I spoke with you over the radio.

You said you were coming.

I'm so sorry we didn't
get to you in time.

You did.

These men who hurt you,
who are they?

You said, "Tell Phil I'm sorry.
I had to tell them."

Phil?

Um, sir, her memory
might be affected

from the injuries
she sustained.

Oh, my God!

Phil!

Caroline, who's Phil?

Phil Davis.

Ambassador Davis.

What, the American ambassador?

I work for him at the embassy.

He's holidaying here with his
family on an island somewhere.

Supposed to be a secret.

Is that what
you told these men...

where he is?

(TEARFULLY)
They're gonna kill him!

(PHONE RlNGS)

Hello.

MAN: Commander White,

I've got lieutenant Commander
Flynn on the line.

He says it's urgent.
Put him through.

Mike, this better be
a national security crisis.

The woman's identified herself
as Caroline Taylor,

an assistant to the American
ambassador in Canberra.

The Ambassador?

What?

He's spending the week on
Angel lsland with his family.

It's a remote, privately owned
resort just off the Lihou Cays.

According to Caroline,
he's only got

a very small security detail
with him.

Why are you telling me this?

The group
who abducted Miss Taylor

tortured her
for this information.

We think they're launching
an assassination attempt.

Where is Miss Taylor now?

We transferred her to the survey
vessel, which has a doctor.

(SlGHS) OK, look,
I'll make a quick phone call.

I'll get right back to you.

Uh, sir, can I
take you through this?

This is Angel Island.

The resort is on
the west coast, here.

This is where we intercepted
the 'Trader Star'.

Their speedboat was heading off
on that bearing.

They'd have to travel 20-plus
miles to be off our radar.

And then come around
in a big circle

and hit Angel Island
on the east flank.

Which would add hours
to their travel time.

If we take a direct route,
we'll be there in what...

Four hours.
Tops.

Sir, Commander White.

Plot a course, X.
Sir.

Maxine?

According to the Americans,

the Ambassador flew
straight home to Canberra

after the ceremony
on 'Newcastle'.

Well, that's the official line.
His holiday is classified.

(SIGHS) What was this
Taylor woman doing

on a fishing boat
on the Barrier Reef?

Sightseeing. Obviously there was
a security leak at the embassy.

I'm not even sure she works
at the embassy, Mike.

The Americans aren't
confirming anything.

Then you're obviously not
talking to the right people.

It's 0230. The right people
are sleeping.

We're heading to Angel lsland
now. ETA 0600.

OK. I'll work it at my end.
Keep me informed.

RO: Sir, coming up
on Angel Island.

Anything on radar?

No, though they could be on
the other side of the island.

(EQUlPMENT BEEPS)

I've got an American voice
on VHF 1 6

wanting to know
what the navy's doing.

This is lieutenant Commander
Mike Flynn on HMAS 'Hammersley'.

AMERICAN MAN:
Lieutenant Commander,

I need you to turn
your ship around, sir.

We have credible information of

a possible attempt
on Ambassador Davis's life.

We're here to provide
assistance. Over.

This is a restricted area.
We do not need your assistance.

Got a radar contact,
bearing 1 60.

It just appeared from behind
the southern tip of the island.

Pipe boarding stations.
SWAIN: Sir.

You'll let me take this one?
My ribs are fine, I'm fresher.

OK.

X, the target boat
is three miles

from the beach resort
and closing.

Your range to intercept
is 1,000 yards.

XO: Roger that, sir. Target
vessel sighted ahead of us.

Speedboat approaching
Angel Island,

heave to
or you will be fired upon.

X, target vessel's
changing course!

Turning around.

What are they doing?

They've altered course. They're
heading straight for us.

Weapons ready! Secondaries off.

(GUNFlRE)

Engage!

Take cover!

Aim for the engines -
disable them!

(GUNFlRE CONTlNUES)

X, RPG!

Sir, they've got an RPG.

They're making a run
at 'Hammersley'.

Charge, typhoon.
Yes, sir.

(SIREN BLARES)
That can't hurt us, right?

An RPG could breach the hull
and sink us.

X, cease the pursuit.

I repeat, cease your pursuit
and get clear.

We'll take them out
with the Typhoon,

but I need you
out of there. Over.

Let's go.

RO: RPG off our starboard bow.

Are they gonna fire on us, sir?

They'll need to be much closer
with that RPG.

Tracking them, sir.
Speedboat 500 yards, sir.

We'll be in their range
within 200 yards.

400 yards.

I want a 3- to 5-round burst.
Sir.

300 yards, sir.

Aim at target.

RO ON P.A.: Brace, brace.
Engage.

That boat must have been
loaded with explosives.

I'll be right back, sweetie.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr Ambassador.

On behalf of my crew,
thanks for the invitation.

My people tell me I owe you
the big thankyou.

So clean-up's finished
out there?

No survivors?
No, sir.

I've spoken to Miss Taylor.
She's on her way to Cairns.

She's gonna be OK
thanks to you.

Just doing our job, sir.

This is my wife, Monique.

Hello.
Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Hey! How you doin'?

SWAIN: I don't know
about you boys,

but l feel like
Cinderella at a luau.

Few more and you might
start looking like her.

Ah, salmon vol-au-vents.

Number 5 on my list of all-time
favourite horse d'oeuvres.

Fascinating.
What's your number one?

Pig in a blanket.

Reminds me of a favourite game.
What's that?

Hide the sausage.

Ohh!

There you go.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Looks like Dutchy's
fitting in pretty well.

Yeah, he seems
really easy-going.

And he's pretty hot too.

Bird, I take it that your
gap seamanship course

filled you in thoroughly
on navy regs?

X, I know all about the
"No snogging your shipmates" rule.

But there is no rule that says
you can't check them out.

No, no. There's no
law against that.

I had a lengthy conversation
with your Commander White.

She speaks very highly of you.

She's biased.
We go back quite a way.

And I'm also godfather
to her teenage son.

She told me you're reluctant
to take promotion.

I just don't think I'm built
for a job behind a desk.

Still got my sea legs.

Higher office does have
its advantages, Mike,

that more than compensate
for any boredom.

So people tell me.

Tempura prawn, cucumber
sandwiches, pig in a blanket.

(SLURS) Does anybody...?
Oh, sorry.

Can anybody tell me
where the gents is?

Bathroom.
How many of those have you had?

(LAUGHS)
Two or three.

I just, um...

They're very nice.

Ah, no, mate, haven't spotted
the head yet.

Might wanna try downstairs.
Thank you.

Robert?

Stay away from golf buggies.

And the transsexuals.

Hey, so, Dutchy,
are you gonna tell us

how you scored the medal
in the Gulf or what?

Oh...you know how it is.

Uh...I've got no idea.

What'd you do?
Catch the biggest fish?

Surf the biggest wave?
Eat the biggest falafel?

(All LAUGH)

Hey, guys, will you give
Dutchy and I a minute?

Sure, ma'am.
Sure, ma'am.

Cheers.

I just... I think we've got off
on the wrong foot.

And given we have to work
together so closely,

I was hoping that we could...
you know, start from scratch.

Of course, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Ah! Excuse me, can you tell me
where the toilet is?

You know, a bit of signage
would be nice.

(YELPS)

What's your name, sir?
Ahmed.

(GROANS) Ohh!

Is anybody there?

Open up the door!

Little boys room?
Somewhere that way.

Open up the door!

(BANGlNG ON DOOR)

RO! RO!
Where's the boss?

Commander White says

you and her would make
an excellent team.

Sounds to me like she's a woman
used to getting her own way.

Take it from me, Mike

if a woman like that
puts her mind to something,

there's no use denying her.

Sooner or later, they
always get what they want.

Why don't you just
think about it, Mike?

A change of pace may be
what you really need.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

How's the hand?

It's just a flesh wound.

Swaino patched me up.

Don't hover, Mike. Sit.

I thought I might just
hang by the door...

quick getaway, ma'am.

Sit.

Unfortunately, there's been
a blanket on the press,

so the public are never gonna
know about your heroics.

I can live with that.

The people that matter however
have been fully briefed.

I've just been reading an email
from the admiral.

He wants to know why Mike Flynn
is being so stubborn

about this blasted promotion.

Don't tell me

he's been speaking with
his old mate the Ambassador.

I have had Ambassador Davis
on the phone too,

chewing my ear off.

It seems you've been doing
your job just a bit too well.

Hey! My godson.

How old is Ryan now? 16?
Nearly 18.

Don't change the subject, Mike.
Please, Maxine.

The office next to mine
is free.

You can't sit in a CO's chair
forever.

Well, l wasn't thinking forever.

I just thought
the next...year or three.

(PHONE RlNGS)

Wait!

Commander White.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Just a second, sir.

Chief of Navy.

If you're determined
to stall on this,

you're gonna explain it
to the boss yourself.

Lieutenant Commander Flynn!

Mike Flynn.

Any day now.
BlRD: Uh...I flop.

You mean you fold.

Uh, RO!
(lAUGHS) l just spat on you!

Whatever. I don't get this game.

What would you prefer
to play, Bird? Go Fish?

Don't knock it! I'm actually
pretty good at that one.

(LAUGHS)

Alright, what have I got there?
Two pair.

Threesome!

Commander Flynn!

Congratulations
on your promotion.

What do you think?

I think...it could do
with some curtains.

We should, uh...

..you know, grab a drink,
celebrate the promotion.

Congratulations.

You settling in?

Maxine!

This is my...was my executive
officer, Kate McGregor.

It's good to meet you.
Lt McGregor, good timing.

'Hammersley's just received
an order to sail in 30 minutes.

30 minutes?

Come into my office and I'll
brief you on the operation

and tell you
all about your new CO.

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