All language subtitles for Sea Patrol 4x09 Dutch Courage-eng

MIKE: The FFV could have her
long lines in the water, X.

'Hammersley' will hug the
coastline out of visual. Out.

XO: Copy that, sir.

We're approaching from the east,

using the morning sun for cover.

'Thunder' out.

Australian Navy. (LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

Stay seated, thank you, gentlemen.

Sit down, please, sir. RO:
Stay seated, please, sir.

Australian Navy. Are you the
master of the vessel, sir?

(MUSIC STOPS) Oi, what
the hell's going on?

Are you the master of the vessel, sir?

What are you doing on my boat?

X, I don't think they're
foreign fishermen.

Sir, what are you doing in these waters?

Just fishing. Since when is that a crime?

Hey, stay back, please, sir.
Stand over there, please.

Yeah, alright.

Forward deck clear, ma'am.

Captain, X. Over. MIKE: Go ahead, X.

It looks like Coastwatch's
intel is incorrect, sir.

The craft of interest is not an FFV.

So, what is she?
Australian-flagged vessel.

The 'Breakaway I l l' with four POB.

They claim to be fishing. Over.

OK. I'll inform Coastwatch.

Apologise for any inconvenience
and head back to the ship.

'Hammersley' out. Copy that.

They're not fishing. Why do you say that?

There's no nets, no bait, no
blood and guts on the deck.

No fish.

Sir, you won't mind if
we look over your vessel?

I do as a matter of fact. Swain.

Excuse me, sir. Look, what are you doing?

You've got no right...
It's just routine, mate.

Calm down.

X!

OK, 2Dads, RO, you stay up on deck.

Dutchy with me.

Excuse me.

Stay right there.

They're grog running. By the looks of it.

What do you think it is?
Whiskey. Cheap Asian stuff.

Do you wanna head up top,

see if they've got some
paperwork for this stuff?

Sure.

Oh, Swain, get RO to
come down with the video.

Y es, ma'am.

Once we've got some footage of this stuff,

we'll lock the hold down and
question the men separately.

(SCRAPING) What is that noise?

Rats. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

RO, do you wanna get some footage?

Aye, ma'am.

Here, let me get this tarp out of the way.

Don't!

Don't!

Drop it. Drop the gun
or I'll cut her throat.

Drop it.

Drop it.

(FLAMES CRACKLE)

Dutchy! (GASPS)

Don't! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Drop 'em, boys.

Drop 'em. Drop the machete.

Drop your guns or I'll slit
her throat, I swear I will!

(GAGS)

Drop 'em! (GASPS)

Put down your gun, RO.
Dutchy, what are you doing?

I said put it down!

OK. OK, mate. Dropping the guns.

Hey, hey, hey, just take it easy.

Up! Just relax.

"Sea Patrol: S04E09"
"Dutch Courage"

Sync by MaxiZephyr
www.addic7ed.com

Oi, get us out of here.

Grab the keys to the inflatable.

MIKE ON RADIO: 'Thunder',
this is 'Hammersley'. Over.

Listen to me, Quinn, we
can't take her with us.

Dump her in the RHlB
with the rest of them.

Look, we're holding on to her
- insurance.

She's baggage we don't need!
We're dead in the water anyway.

Just let her go. We can't follow you.

Shut up! Get us out of here now!

'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'.

Radio check.

What now, sir?

We've gotta get around that
headland, Bomber, flat strap.

Port 1 5,
revolutions 2-0-0-0.

(ENGINE REVS)

See ya, boys.

(KATE YELLS)

(MEN SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

(GASPS)

'Hammersley', this is 'Thunder'. Hey!

Rendezvous at these coordinates.

Damn!

Five Browning pistols,
five Motorola radios.

All I can say is there'd
better be a damn good reason

for such an almighty stuff-up.

Um, sir, 2Dads and l were up on deck.

They just took us by surprise.
Not that it's an excuse.

You got that right.

What happened in the hold?

Sir, l... It was my fault.

I let my guard down and he
had a machete at my throat

before anyone could react.

Video's ready, sir. (SIGHS)

This is their cargo, sir.

Whiskey. We suspect they're grog-running.

Where's the rest of it?

Er, there may be a
fault with the equipment.

I may have knocked a
wire when I went from...

Oh, this just gets better and better.

One stuff-up after another.

He had a machete, you both had pistols,

why did you give up your advantage?

That was my call, sir.

He was threatening to cut the X's throat.

In my judgment, he was
prepared to carry it out.

I still don't understand
how one man with a machete

overpowered the three of you.

Alright.

What a bloody mess.

I'll contact NAVCOM,
give them the great news.

And you'd better hope we get this boat

and get our pistols
back for all our sakes.

Dutchy! Why didn't you
say anything in there?

I did. I told the CO what happened.

The guy with the machete
didn't see you in that hold.

You had the perfect
opportunity to take him out.

What are you trying to say, Robert?

I'm saying that you froze!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, guys, who froze?
What? What is going on?

Nothing. It's a misunderstanding.

For once it's got
nothing to do with me, X.

Whoa, RO, RO, RO. No way Dutchy froze.

The guy is a war hero.

He's got a medal for gallantry, remember?

2Dads, you weren't in the hold.

It could just be a campaign medal.

Is there a problem, X?
I don't know, Dutchy.

You tell me.

The RO's full of it.

He's just trying to
take the heat off himself

because he stuffed up the video.

We all stuffed up.

And what do you think of
my call in that stand-off?

You think it was right,
us laying down our weapons?

MIKE ON PA: Hear this. Captain speaking.

Based on the grog runners' bearing

while under our surveillance,

we've plotted their prospective
course to nearby Port Johnson.

Therefore, special sea duty
men and cable party, close up.

Well, that's me. Check damage control.

Stage 3, condition voyage.

Been a while since navy's paid us a visit.

Good to see you sailors are
finally getting better-looking.

We're looking for a vessel
called 'Breakaway III'.

Yeah, she would have docked
sometime in the last two hours.

'Breakaway III'. Nuh, haven't seen her.

Why the interest?

We suspect she's involved in grog running.

Port Johnson is a dry community, Captain.

There's no alcohol here.

As harbourmaster, I know everything

that comes in and out of this port.

Excuse me.

Oi! You can't berth
there! MAN: Yeah, righto!

Take Swain and check out the marina.

I'll contact local police.

And I'll send a group
into town on some R&R

to suss the place out.

For now let's keep the issue of
the stolen weapons to ourselves.

BOMBER: At least the coffee's good.

In a town with no beer,
it'd wanna be spectacular.

That's a...nice top, Bomber.

Thank you, 2Dads.

We are meant to be eyeing off
the locals, not each other.

Charge. Hey, Dutch.

Thought you'd like to know

I took care of that thing with RO.

What thing? Your misunderstanding.

On the boarding.

Look, we all feel lousy
about what happened.

RO's way of dealing with it

is by shifting the blame to others,

so if it was me, I'd take that
medal for gallantry of yours

and shove it in his face.

Like to see him win one. Tell
me that's ever gonna happen.

I'll fix up the bill.

Hey, what's the damage? It's $27.80.

There's $30. Thanks.

Nah, it's alright. Keep the change.

I reckon we split up.

We'll cover more of
the town that way, yeah?

Yeah, sounds like a plan. And
if you see a familiar face...

Yeah. I'll take the
south. I'll head north.

Water's to the east, that leaves the west.

We can team up if you like. Yeah. Sure.

What? Four eyes are better
than two, aren't they?

Right. (LAUGHS)

Er, yeah.

Checking in, Charge. Excellent.

Did you find any evidence
of those grog runners?

Nothing. Nuh.

Where's Dutchy? Didn't he
come back with you guys?

No.

Probably still searching the town.

At night?

Alone.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE REVS) (GIRLS SQUEAL AND LAUGH)

WOMAN: No, Freddy, stop it! Open the door!

No, Freddy, no! Who is he?!

No-one! Open the door!

No, Freddy, stop it!

Stop it! No!

Hey! Freddy!

Who is he?! Who is he?! Mate, that'll do.

Hey, get down off the car!

What do you think you're doing?

Put it down. Is this your new boyfriend?

Drop the bat. Hey! No, Freddy, baby!

Freddy!

Alright, Freddy, that's enough. Come on.

Pissed as a newt. Yeah.

Come on, mate.

She's on with a new bloke. Yeah, yeah.

You right there, Sharnie? I know she is!

Lock him up for good, Stan!

You're a drunken idiot!

Yeah, I'll take care of
him until he sobers up.

He'll be crawling back to
you in the morning, though,

begging you to forgive him.

Won't you, sunbeam?
Thought this was a dry town.

Yeah? Who are you? I'm with the navy.

Right.

The reality is there's
always one or two around here

that like a bit of home
brew, you know what I mean.

Hey.

Need a drink. Latte,
cappuccino, macchiato?

Whiskey.

Mate, this is a dry community.
There's no whiskey here.

I'll see what I can do.

I'll just be a minute.
I'm going to the shops.

Quinn. What?

Idiot, he's navy! (COUGHS)

Should have stayed on your boat, navy boy.

Get rid of him, Taylor. I
got him. He's good as dead.

Sorry, fellas. (COUGHS)

Should be home in bed, navy boy.

Be quick about it, Taylor!
We haven't got all night.

Sweet dreams.

(SIGHS)

Problem, ma'am?

I'm just trying to finish this
report on today's boarding.

Well, I've already given you my account.

It was pretty dark in that hold, RO.

I'm surprised that your
account is so vivid.

(CLANK!) What was that?

It's Dutchy.

Looks like someone found the home brew

the CO was talking about.

OK, go grab Charge, get
him back on board ASAP.

Ma'am.

CHARGE: Alright, nice
and easy, nice and easy.

Turn around. That's it.

Come on. (GRUNTS)

Don't think home brew had
anything to do with this.

SWAlN: I don't think that
cut's gonna require stitches

but these bruises are concerning.

How are the ribs?

(DOOR OPENS) They're fine.

What was your plan, take
these guys on single-handed?

(GROANS) I didn't expect
to hit pay dirt, boss.

I just thought I could
follow the cafe owner

and he'd lead me to a middle man

that I could press for information.

According to Charge, you
were meant to phone it in

if you discovered anything
related to these grog runners.

Yeah.

I'll call the local cop, Sergeant Booker.

(GROANS)

We searched the alley
- no sign of a grog shop

and no-one in the area
has seen or heard anything.

What about this cafe owner?

He reckons the young man
here was after a prostitute

and he told him to get lost.

That's a load of rubbish.

I'm not saying I believe him,
but your word against his.

We need to find the men
responsible, Sergeant.

Yeah, I wanna find them too, Captain.

Sly grog's a big problem around here.

It's not just about the sly grog.

These men have also stolen weapons.

What do you mean? What kind of weapons?

Where did they get them from? From us.

Five 9mm Brownings.

Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?

I was hoping we could
take care of it ourselves.

It's not really something
I want made public.

Five loaded handguns not really
something I want in my town.

I understand and I apologise.

I should have been up-front with you.

But now you realise how important it is

that we find these grog runners.

Well, I'll do what I can.

You say you've got a video
that can identify them?

Dutchy will bring it back for you.

(SIGHS)

Dutchy, last night, were
you trying to redeem yourself

or were you genuinely looking for a drink?

Huh?

I watched the tape of the boarding again.

Something was going on
with you. What was it?

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

RO was right.

You had a chance to take
the guy with the machete out

and that's an opportunity you
would normally not pass up.

What are you saying, X,
that I let him attack you?

No.

I know that your boarding
officer was killed in the Gulf.

What does that have to do with anything?

If you have any residual
issues from that incident...

I was counselled on that.
..you need to get some help.

No! I have been passed fully fit for duty.

Now, if you've got a problem with that,

write it up in a report.

Excuse me.

I need to speak with
the owner. Is he around?

Terry? No, he went to Darwin this morning.

Darwin? Yeah. For a holiday.

(CLANKING)

(CLANKING)

Ooh! No, wait, wait.

Wait. I'm a federal
agent. I'm a federal agent.

Think you cricked my neck.
You're lucky I didn't break it.

So how do I really know
you're an undercover fed?

Well, if I wasn't, you'd be dead.

Mate, you got off lightly last
night. I pulled all my punches.

Really? Didn't feel like it.

Well, how come you got away so easily?

I distracted them, not you.

Just like I made sure
that officer chick of yours

didn't get dragged into it on the boat.

So where's all this stuff headed?

Round these islands or what?

No, the island trade's chickenfeed.

This operation is worth millions.

It's got links to organised crime

here and in South-East Asia.

Most of this stuff is headed south
- Sydney, Melbourne.

You got the grog, you got
the players, why not pounce?

(LAUGHS) We don't have all the players.

Quinn and the boys are
working for someone this end

but I don't know who

and we don't have all
the Asian connections yet.

So what's the next move? (LAUGHS)

For you to stay the hell out of the way.

No. I'm sorry, mate, I can't do that.

I've gotta get our guns
back. Forget your guns.

I am this close to smashing

an international racket
in black market booze.

The last thing I need is navy
sticking their big ships in...

(ROLLER DOOR OPENS)

Quinn, hey. What are you doing here?

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Dutchy? Swaino?

Clean linen.

Campaign medal, my arse.

(EXHALES)

You could dream, Leo.

Shit. (METAL CLINKS)

(WHISPERS) Oh, no.

What are you doing?

Oh, I was just delivering
your linen, Swaino,

and I was busting to go, so...

You finished? Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

OK. Are you going to flush? No.

Nah, there's water restrictions, Swaino.

If it's yellow, let it mellow.

We make our own water, you goose.

N... (FLUSHES TOILET)

Hey, by the way, Charge wants you

to check those fuses
up on 1 deck if you can.

Oh!

Yes! Thank you!

Thank you.

Still no luck, boss. Been
round every one of these boats.

They're all happy for us
to come on board for a look.

There's no cache of illegal
alcohol on these vessels.

Or our guns and radios.

What do we do now? Not much we can do.

We return to base, face the music.

Sir, I need to speak with you. What is it?

Excuse me, Captain, got some news

on that 'Breakaway III'
you're all looking for.

You found her? Nah.

But old Gus who runs
the port up in Nurambie

reckons he's just spotted
her heading out to sea.

MIKE: OK, Maxine, thank you.

NAVCOM will speak to the federal police,

see if they can confirm
an agent on this case.

He said he was close
to making arrests, boss.

And what about our guns?

He said forget about the guns.

He doesn't want the navy getting involved.

No way.

Until we confirm this fed, we
stay on the 'Breakaway III'.

Retrieving our weapons
is just as important

as stopping an illegal grog trade.

And this gung-ho act's not gonna wash,

Petty Officer Mulholland.

Going off without telling me or the X

or anybody else on board this ship?

Two breaches of procedure in two days.

Is this going to become
a recurring problem?

No, sir.

It happens a third time

you'll be up before a captain's
table on charges, understood?

Yes, sir.

That's all.

Excuse me, sir, Coastwatch
has spotted a vessel

matching the description
of the grog runners' boat.

Thank you.

Set course for it, X. Y es, sir.

XO: Australian Navy.
We're boarding your vessel.

SWAlN: If there's anyone
on board, show yourself!

BOMBER: Australian Navy. Show yourself.

(2DADS BREATHES HEAVILY)

Wheelhouse clear, ma'am.

BOMBER: Top deck clear,
X! Captain, this is X.

There is nobody above
decks. We're going below.

MIKE: Copy that, X. Use caution. Out.

OK, Bomber and 2Dads, you
stay up here. We'll head below.

OK, you be alert.

Let's go.

It smells even worse down here.

(WOOD CREAKS)

(DUTCHY COUGHS)

It's been abandoned.

(RUSTLING)

(WHISPERS) Swain. (RUSTLING CONTINUES)

(RATS SQUEAK) (GROANS)

It's Taylor.

He's the fed.

So when did you speak
to him? This morning.

Any witnesses to this? No.

But the main guy, Quinn, showed up

but I'm sure he didn't see me.

The warehouse is empty.

Looks like they used the 'Breakaway III'

to draw you out of port
while they cleared it.

Why weren't the feds watching it?

Dunno, wasn't informed
about this operation myself

until last night.

Seems this fed was trying to ID
the boss of the grog syndicate

before he called his buddies in.

I did get a quick look
at the body, though.

Shot once to the chest,
small-calibre weapon.

You carry 9 millimetres on board?

Why?

You say you wrestled this guy?

Before I knew he was a fed, yeah.

Are you saying I shot him?

I'm saying you're pretty
angry about copping a beating.

(DUTCHY SCOFFS) OK.

I just can't discount the possibility

that he was shot with one
of your stolen weapons.

Not planning on steaming home
anytime soon, are you, Captain?

We'll be here as long as
we need to be, Sergeant.

Well, this is all we need.

If that fed was shot with one of our guns,

we can kiss all our careers goodbye.

Thank you.

How did you get it? Dutchy lent it to me.

Yeah, well, it doesn't prove anything.

Oh! This is a medal for gallantry.

It's not some campaign
medal. Yeah, I know.

I looked up his citation
on the internet yesterday.

Medal or not, it doesn't change the fact

that he hung the X out to dry.

Oh, whateve...

I didn't steal it, I swear, l...

Good luck.

I was just trying to prove to
RO that you're not a coward.

What was that all about?

Thank you.

Waste of a medal, just throwing it away.

I hear they're worth a fair whack on eBay.

Dutchy, I don't know
what's going on with you,

but you just left the boat
again without asking permission.

What's it to you? I'm
your divisional officer.

It's my job to know what's
going on with my sailors.

Look, I'm just trying to understand you.

That big a mystery, am l?

You are overprotective of me,
and you have been on boardings

ever since you set foot on 'Hammersley'.

But in day-to-day
running of the ship,

you avoid me like the plague.

I don't get that. There's nothing to get.

Do you really hate me that much? No.

Look, you've just...
you've got it all wrong, OK?

Oh, have l?

You want me to say I'm sorry?
I don't want your apology.

Well, what do you want?
I want you to trust me.

It's not you I don't trust, OK?

Well, why don't you trust yourself?

(HORN BEEPS)

That's the truck. That's the truck!

That's the grog runners' truck.

Dammit!

What are you doing?

It's gonna be gone in 1 0 seconds.

Well, call the police.
There's no time for that.

Dutchy, you heard the CO
- if you go off again,

he's gonna have you up on charges.

What are we gonna do,
just let them get away?

Go! MAN: Hey!

That's my bike!

Is the grog in the truck?

No, not the truck
- the boat.

We need to get into the hold.
I'm just gonna call the ship.

(SIGHS) Dammit, there's no signal.

Look, we know the boat's here.

Let's just ride back to the
harbour and get some backup.

No, she's gonna sail. Dutchy!

Do you wanna see the CO
kicked out of the navy?

No. That's what's gonna happen
if we don't get our guns back.

It's all my fault but he's the one

that's gonna pay the ultimate price.

What are you gonna do?
Just disable the engine.

(CHILDREN LAUGH)

Hey, kids. Hey, do you think you
might be able to do me a favour?

Here. I'll double it.

You know the big navy ship in the marina?

Yeah. I need you to go
there and find the captain.

Tell him that Kate has found
the boat that we're looking for

on this side of the inlet.

The boat's name is 'Mercure'.
It's really important.

Do you think you can remember all of that?

Yes. OK, go. Go!

Hello again.

Boss, the kids say they saw the boat leave

about 20 minutes ago, heading north,

and one of them saw "the blonde
lady" being taken on board.

Swain, pursue them and
keep me posted. Over.

Copy that, boss.

Bird, maintain radar watch.

The 'Mercure's out there, just
waiting for us to grab her.

Port 1 5,
revolutions 2-0-0-0.

(GRUNTS LOUDLY)

It's no good. I'm sorry.

This is my fault. I dragged you into this.

It's not your fault. I made my own choice.

Yeah, to trust me.

I tried to keep you safe.

I just didn't do a very good job of it.

If I was quicker, if I was smarter,

if I anticipated the danger...

You couldn't have anticipated this.

Instead, the boardo gets his throat cut

and bleeds out in the
stinking, rat-infested hull.

You're talking about the Gulf.

And I score a medal for it.

How bloody ironic is that?

I've read the report. You were
saving the lives of six sailors.

The boarding officer's
death, it wasn't your fault.

I was his buffer,
second-in-command.

I should have been by
his side, protecting him.

Is that why you're always protecting me?

And why you can hardly talk to me?

Have you been that petrified
of it happening again?

It did happen again.

I froze! I almost cost you your life.

Dutchy, it was a split
second, that is all.

Sir, contact on the radar.

MIKE: What are its coordinates?

On a bearing of
3-5-5, range 1 3 miles.

Try and raise them on VHF, RO. Sir.

MIKE: Swain, we have
an unidentified vessel,

bearing 3-5-5,
range 1 3 miles.

Intercept and report back.
Over. SWAlN: Copy that, boss.

Let's close the distance.

Port 1 5, steer 3-5-5,
revolutions 2-0-0-0.

Vessel in position 1 1 degrees
south, 1 34 degrees east,

this is Australian warship

calling you on VHF channel 1 6.

Request you identify yourself. Over.

(RADIO CRACKLES) Keep trying, RO.

SWAlN: Boss, we've just arrived

at an estuary called Edwards Cove.

Suspect vessel still not sighted. Over.

Copy that, Swain.

Vessel in position 1 1 degrees
south, 1 34 degrees east,

this is Australian warship
calling you on VHF 1 6.

Stop or heave to. We
intend to board you. Over.

'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'.
How close are you? Over.

500 yards, sir. I can
make out the ship's name.

Confirm it's the 'Mercure'.
Snatch-board her, Swain.

Go, go, go, go.

Australian Navy, put your weapon down!

Get down! Australian
Navy! Drop your weapons!

Get down! Put it down! Drop your weapon!

Down on the ground!

Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!

Put it down!

Move to the back of the
boat. Bomber, check the hold.

Yep. Hands on your head.

2DADS: Get down now. Hands to head.

Alright, mate, you go in.

Hey! Oi!

Wrong sport, mate. Try rugby.

Drop it. Drop it NOW!

No-one below decks and
the hold's full of whiskey.

No sign of the X or Dutchy.

Found something that belongs to us.

Swain, this is 'Hammersley'.
Any sign of the X or Dutchy?

SWAlN: No, boss, they're not on board.

We have found our Brownings and radios.

The grog runners say
they don't know anything

about where Dutchy and Kate are,

but they also claim not to have
been involved in the fed's murder.

And the only weapons we've found

are three shotguns and our Brownings.

Ammo's accounted for.

And they're not missing any ammo.

Well, at least they weren't
used in killing the fed.

So where are they?

(WATER SLOSHES AGAINST HULL)

Hey.

I think I can feel something. What?

It's like a kink in the rope.

Can you just bend your wrist
back a little bit further?

(GASPS) Sorry, I know it hurts.

Just... If you could...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it.

That's it, just a bit more. (GROANS)

(GROANS) Oh! I got it!

Are you OK? Are you OK?

Yeah.

Let's get you out of here.

Where the hell are we?

How far is that land?

It's gotta be at least a couple of miles.

It might as well be 1 00. There's
no way that I can swim that.

We can't just sit here and
wait for them to pick us off.

Dutchy, I won't make it.

Alright, as soon as I reach
land, I'll raise the alarm.

Am I glad to see you.

Must have been tough out here on your own.

My crew mate is swimming for land.

How long ago? Not long.

We can pick him up on the way back in.

I don't need him. Just one of you will do.

What are you doing? Get in the boat.

I said get in the boat.

It all makes sense now.
You're part of this.

You're the head of the syndicate.

Just get in the boat. No.

You know, you're making
a mistake, Sergeant,

because the 'Hammersley'
know about the 'Mercure'.

Yeah, I know. My boys radioed
me before they got boarded.

Now you're gonna radio your captain

and we're gonna negotiate a little trade.

He won't go for it. I think he will.

If he wants you alive.

Now, for the last time, get in the boat.

You murdered the federal
police officer, didn't you?

Yeah, you said that you
heard about the operation

the night before he was murdered.

Just shut up.

Is it really worth killing
people over some grog?

Grog's just the tip of
the iceberg, sweetheart.

Let's get in the boat. I'm
not getting in the boat.

And I will not make the call. No?

Well, maybe I'll just shoot you now

and then go and fish your mate out, eh?

Booker!

(GUNSHOT)

Dutchy!

Dutchy!

MIKE: SITREP, Swain. Nothing yet, boss.

We'll be running out of coastline soon.

Hang on. Yeah, boss, we've sighted them.

Well done, Swain.

Hey, Dutchy.

Here's your ride, Sergeant.

You OK? Yep, all good here.

How's he? Oh, he'll live.

You need to sign down here, down here.

Feeling better, X?

Quite possibly the best
hot shower I've ever had,

thanks, Bird.

I hear we had a win all round.

We caught up with the grog runners,

but more importantly, we
got our guns and radios back.

And Swain said that all of
the ammo's been accounted for.

Yeah.

Where's Dutchy? Writing
his report, I think.

X.

We're gonna have to
organise a captain's table.

I meant what I said.

The fact that he drew
you into this situation

only made it worse.

Pursuing the truck was my call, not his.

Will you let me handle Dutchy?

I honestly don't believe

that charges are
warranted in this instance,

or in anyone's best interests.

OK. You're his divisional officer.

Thank you.

Got something to say, Robert? No, ma'am.

Good!

Ma'am.

Dutchy, you weren't responsible
for what happened in the Gulf.

You saved the lives of six
sailors on that boarding.

I know that.

And yesterday you saved my life.

I made 2Dads go for a swim.

You earned that.

Never forget it.

So now maybe you'll talk to me

a bit more every now and then, eh?

X.

Thanks.

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