All language subtitles for Sea Patrol 3x06 Oh Danny Boy-eng

Vessel on my port bow,
I am Australian warship

operating under
the United Nations Coalition.

You should stop or heave to.
I have authority to board you.

I've issued the order
in Indo, Thai and Mandarin.

It's not stopping.

Order a snatch party, X.
Sir.

XO: OK, Australian Navy.
Come forward.

Come forward.
Come forward, please.

You, sit over there. Over there.
Sit down. You too. Sit down.

Right, who is the master
of this vessel?

You, sir? Step forward, please.

We have been given jurisdiction

to board and search vessels
in these waters.

By who?
By your government, sir.

BUFFER: Hey!
Oh!

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Get down. Get down!

Do not move. You are now in
the custody of the Australian Navy.

2 DADS: You right there, Buff?
SWAIN: Stay right where you are.

Excuse me, ma'am.
2 DADS: Stay there.

Sorry.
It's alright.

Search the boat.

Yes, ma'am.

Search the boat.

BUFFER: Spider!
Drop the weapon! Drop it!

Spider, are you alive down there?
Yeah, but it really stinks.

XO: Sir, we have four members
of the FFV to be taken into custody.

MIKE: Roger, X. I'll have
austere prepped. Out.

Uh, X. Think you'd better
take a look at this.

What have you found?

I'm not totally sure, but...

...looks like a whole lot
of plastic explosives.

OK.
Thank you.

Terima kasih.
Terima kasih.

These guys were claiming

that they used the Semtex
for blast fishing.

Five kilos of it?

Do more than blast a few fish
out of the water.

Sir, do you know
what our operation is?

Orders will come through
later tonight.

Oww! Ha-ha.

RO, that is the most ugliest shirt
I've ever seen you wear.

Looked in the mirror recently?
MIKE: Someone set for a big one?

BUFFER: Joys of an unexpected
night of R and R, boss.

Oh, you deserve a night out
after today's success,

but our job officially begins
tomorrow arvo,

so hangovers aren't recommended.

CHARGE: Oh, we'll take it easy, sir.
Yes, best behaviour, boss.

(LAUGHTER)
Coming, X?

Uh, I... l've got paperwork
that I need to catch up on, so...

Have a good night.

"Oh, oh, are you coming, X?"
XO: Sir.

"Please, X."
"Oh, X! X!"

Ohh!

Lick, sip, suck, go!

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

Mmm!
Oh!

Whoo!
Oh!

Whoo!
(COUGHING)

Have you guys
ever done a body shot?

It's where you lick the salt
off someone's neck,

you shoot the tequila and then
you slam the lemon from their gob.

Sounds good.
Don't look at me.

Do you want to? (LAUGHS)
I wasn't suggesting we do one.

This place is a dive. Why don't we
go next door to the resort?

Because it's full of tourists.

Yeah, what are we?
We're practically locals, mate.

I'm... l'm definitely not a local.

You need to relax, RO. Take in
the ambience, taste the local delicacies.

Yeah, and wake up with
paralytic shellfish poisoning.

No, thank you very much.

I'd bet you'd do a body shot
if the X were here, eh, Buff?

2 DADS: Ohhh!
What?

Well, after the way you caught her
on that boarding.

Held her, more like it.
SWAIN: Held her?

Embraced. It was definitely
an embrace.

You jokers better pull your heads in
before you get 'em lobbed off.

Oooh!
Oooh! (LAUGHS)

CHARGE: Hey.
You know what you need?

Little guava mojo!
ALL: Guava mojo!

Fix me one.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
(LAUGHTER AND CHEERING)

Sensual goddess. Exotic angel.

Woman of my dreams.
(RO LAUGHS)

Score out of 10.

Five and a half.
Five and a half.

Five and a half
with the woman of your dreams?

If your expectations are low,
you're always pleasantly surprised.

(LAUGHTER)

RO.
Mmm?

How about you ask Charge's dream girl
out for a dance, huh?

Nope. Not my type.

Not your type?
What is your type, RO?

Well, I would imagine
the complete opposite of yours.

And this bad girl - three years ago,
just around the corner from here.

Old mate Paulie -
best ink boy in South-East Asia.

Looks like the X, Buff.
Hey?

Tonight is your night, bro.
For what?

We're gonna pop that cherry.

Buff, alright, newsflash.
I'm not a virgin anymore.

No, your tattoo cherry, you idiot.
Look, Buff, I don't know.

My mum will freak out, alright,
if I come home with a tattoo.

Are you a mummy's boy, Spider?
Is that what you are?

OK, OK, you're on, you're on.

Hey. You want some company?
Sure.

Are they our operational orders?
Yeah.

We're to escort a nuclear waste ship
called the 'Malu Intruder'

on its way to the South Pacific.

Oh, babysitting
a lot of radioactive garbage.

It's not the most
highly principled of navy jobs.

Well, don't you know that
I'm a greenie from way back?

I just never pictured you
hugging a tree, that's all.

Well, you can thank Mr Spalding
for that.

Mr Spalding?
Yeah.

He was my enviro science teacher
in high school.

Big beard, very broad shoulders.
Passionate in what he believed.

But very sexy.

I thought you went for
the more clean-cut,

intellectual,
going-slightly-grey type?

Hmm. Hmm.

2 DADS: RO! RO!

Now, RO, this is Danielle.

Danielle, this is Robert.
Hello.

Now, Danielle is a local.

We just got to talking.
And guess what.

She works in communications,
just like you.

So I thought you guys might have
something in common. Hmm? Hmm?

Look, I would love to stay
and chew the fat,

but I can smell me
a poker game brewing, so...

No, no, no.

Alright, fellas, deal me in!

So, um, what... what field
of communications are you in?

(DEEP VOICE) I'm a dancer.

Where have you two been?

Been waiting all night

for you guys to come and
cut some shapes on the d-floor.

Oh, no, no, no!
I am not a shape-cutter. I'm a dancer.

And not a very good one at that.

It's time to go now.
Time to go now.

It would be our pleasure to
escort you fine young ladies home.

Absolutely.
I'll be with you in a sec.

Where's Buffer and Spider?
Uh, gone to get matching tattoos.

Really?
NAV: Oh!

SWAIN: And 2 Dads looks like
he's settled in for the night, so...

And RO?

Ah, yes. He's decided to taste
some of the local delicacies.

NAV: Go, RO.

BUFFER: Freehanded, mate.
I trust you.

You got one? Spider?
Yeah, yeah.

I was thinking maybe, uh,
one of those dolphins, Buff.

No mate of mine
is getting a tattoo of Flipper.

BUFFER: Alright?

No love hearts, no flowers,
no fairies, no cuddly creatures,

no butterflies
and definitely no dolphins.

Alright, Paulie. Wake me up
when you're done, mate.

(LAUGHS)

But I, um... I think
I have to go home.

I think my... my boat is
up this way. I've got to...

My flat is this way.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I am a... l'm a gentleman,
so I, um...

...I would never take advantage
of somebody so beautiful.

Maybe I like you to take advantage.
(LAUGHS)

I've heard about
women like you, Danielle.

My friends call me Danny.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

What's that?

Wh-what is that?

Oh!

That... You...

Is that a problem for you?
No, no, no, no.

Um, uh... No. I'm sorry.
I've got to go. Um...

This never happened.
This never happened!

MAN: So the rest is gone?

Navy boats stopped Dian.
Ramelon got through with this lot.

Are we still to go?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

We hit the 'Malu Intruder'
day after tomorrow.

What about them navy?
(LAUGHS)

Navy won't be a problem. Trust me.

This government needs to learn
the value of renewable energy.

I understand your fear, Santoso,
but this is a righteous war.

SANTOSO: S�.
(CLANG!)

Oye!
Hey!

Oye!

Oh! Oh!

Keys!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh! (WHIMPERS)

Oh!

Ha-ha!

Oh!

MAN: Hey, now!
Whoa!

(SCREAMING)

Oh!

It's OK.

(PANTS)

Robert Dixon. Radio operator,
Royal Australian Navy.

Itchy.

Yeah, it's best
not to scratch it, Buff.

New bandage might do the trick.

So rumour is that you and Spider
got matching tatts.

(LAUGHS) What?

No!

I was pretty blind.

Right. So this was Spider's idea?
No, no, it was my idea.

Yeah, I remember.

I asked for a...

...a big angry snake,

just asked Paulie to freehand it.

Why?

What? It's not a dolphin, is it?
No, it's not a dolphin.

Well, give us a squiz.

Well... Buff, it looks like

it's gonna get infected, alright?

Just keep that patch on it
no matter what.

Yeah, alright.

What's with Buffer's tatt?

What do you mean?

Well, you were with him, right?
Yeah.

Did you get one too?

No.

Buffer passed out. When he came to,
I told him I already got mine done.

And when he was out of it,

did you happen to say anything
about his tatt's design?

Oh, no! Oh, no!
Oh, yes.

Oh, I was only joking.
I was pretty wasted at the time.

That's some joke, Spider.
Please don't tell him, OK?

Look, you're only safe
for as long as Buffer doesn't know.

But I'd be wearing a helmet
if I was you.

Spide.

Buff.

What happened last night?

Nothing.

Nothing?
No.

The cops just contacted the ship.

RO's been arrested
for the destruction of property

and spent the night in the slammer.

No way!
Yeah.

That does not sound like RO.
I know.

Amazing what you do
with a gut full of guava mojo.

MIKE OVER SPEAKER:
Do you hear there? Captain speaking.

All crew muster boat deck.
All crew muster boat deck.

Righto.

'Hammersley's been tasked
with escorting a nuclear waste ship

from the Java Sea
to Cape York Peninsula.

Now, the name of this vessel
is the 'Malu Intruder'.

Before we can commence
this operation,

we have another serious matter
to deal with.

Well, no doubt by now you're all aware
that last night Robert was arrested.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're all just as responsible as he is
for what's happened.

Number one rule in a foreign port -
we watch each other's backs.

Now, we need $3,000 to pay
the local resort's damage bill

before the police will let him go.

And since 'Hammersley' doesn't have
that sort of petty cash laying around,

X is gonna pass around the hat.

Sir.

MIKE: Dig deep.

SWAIN: Wow - 15 bucks.

X.

Uh, there's just over
1,000 bucks here.

Oh, come on, guys.
You know he's a ship stopper.

I'll give you 20 minutes
to sort this out.

Swaino tells me you had
a win at poker last night, 2 Dads.

How much did you win?
Few hundred.

You told me a couple of grand
this morning.

Oh, you know me -
tend to exaggerate.

Oh, this is... this isn't fair.

I'm up to my nuts in debts.
I need that money.

RO needs it more!
Tight-arse.

Three-dozen cans
of baked beans.

Three baked beans.

One-dozen boxes washing powder, Buff.
One washing powder.

Give us a smile, 2 Dads.
There'll be more poker games.

BUFFER: Right, let's hurry this up.

We've gotta have all this
on board by 1500.

OK?
Yep.

How you doing?

SPIDER: One box of paper towels.
BUFFER: One paper towel.

One drunk sailor.

(LAUGHTER)

Sir! Uh, sir.

I... Oh. Sorry.

I overheard a conversation last night,

and I think that someone is planning
an attack on the 'Malu Intruder'.

Where did you hear it?
In a back alley.

What were you doing
in a back alley, RO?

Um, there... there were two men

and they were unloading what looked
like orange Semtex out of a van.

It looked exactly like
what we found on that boat.

Alright. Anything else?

I couldn't actually hear that much,

but... but they mentioned
'Malu Intruder' several times.

Well, we rendezvous with
the 'Malu Intruder' around 0600,

and we shadow it all the way
to the Pacific coast.

Sir, a radioactive waste spill
in that area

would be
an environmental disaster.

Exactly. Now, you're
absolutely sure about this?

I'd had a few drinks, uh, but
something sobered me up pretty quick.

Yeah, alright.

We're gonna have to contact NAVCOM,
AFP and foreign authorities.

OK, I'll get onto that.

Um, uh, sir, about the buggy
that I wrecked, I...

Later, RO.

Oh, and, RO when you've
made those calls, have a shower.

You're a bit on the nose.

MIKE OVER SPEAKER:
Do you hear there? Captain speaking.

We're heading to rendezvous
with the 'Malu Intruder'

as it transits the Torres Strait.

We've been charged with maintaining
a 2-mile exclusion zone around the ship.

Any vessel that breaches this zone
is to be dealt with swiftly and severely.

NAVCOM are mobilising
other navy assets,

but until they arrive,
we'll be on our own.

So I want everyone on high alert.
That's all.

You hungry or something, 2 Dads?

Figure I'd better fatten up,
like a hibernating bear.

When I get home,
I won't be able to afford to eat.

You should feel good about what
you've done. I bet RO's grateful.

Yeah, hopefully he's grateful enough
to pay me back. That'd be great.

Buffer. What are you doing?

My tattoo's driving me mental.

Haven't seen you itching, Webb.
No, that's because mine's OK.

You didn't get one, did you?

Yeah.

Did you?

And I was wondering
why you were avoiding me.

You mummy's boy.

Bomb, I need you to change
the dressing for me, please.

That's probably
not a good idea, Buff.

Um, best to keep the air off it.

No, no, no. You'll... you'll want to
let it breathe, let it dry out a bit.

2 Dads, put that down.
I want a word.

No, not... I thought he said...
Not a word out of you!

Yeah, you owe me 1,973 bucks.

You knew about Danielle.
What about her?

Everybody's sniggering behind
their hands at me. That's your fault.

Mate, I don't know what
you're banging on about.

Danielle is a man.

I believe the popular term is
'ladyboy', 'she-man', 'shim', 'bini'.

RO...

You deliberately set me up.

Don't. Just leave 'em.

I had no idea about that, OK?

I... I just...
She's seriously a bloke?

I just thought that you guys
would've had something in common.

Yeah, a certain part of our anatomy.

Well, RO, you did say that your type
is the complete opposite of mine.

I want an apology.

And I want my money back.

I'm not giving you any money.

Well, then, we've got
nothing to talk about.

Hey! Hey!

Enough! Alright! Enough.

That will do.

Alright, back it up.

I'm fine.
Yeah?

Hey, get off me.

I'm... fine.

Away you go.

What was all that about?

Ask him.

(2 DADS SINGS OVER SPEAKER)
# Oh, Danny boy

# The pipes, the pipes are calling

# From glen to glen

# And down the mountainside

# The summer's gone

# And all the flowers dying

# 'Tis you, 'tis you

# Must go

# And I must bide... #

Strange choice for a wakey song,
2 Dads.

Wouldn't have thought
it was quite your taste.

It must be the Irish in me, sir.

Kosov-Meyer sounds
Eastern European to me.

(IRISH ACCENT) Ooh, Charge,
there's a little bit of Irish in all of us.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(LAUGHS)

# But come ye back... #

How we doing, Nav?

Radar is clear and I've got
lookouts posted on the flag deck.

Very good.

Maintain this distance. Alert me
at the first sign of any contact.

NAV: Yes, sir.

RO, didn't think you were
on duty till 11:00.

Uh... Yeah. That's right, sir.

(CHARGE AND 2 DADS SING)
# 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine... #

Just thought I'd check on
progress of the operation.

Uh, your intel's been passed on to
Canberra and the Indonesian authorities.

# Oh, Danny boy... #

Everyone's taking the threat
very seriously. We're still on high alert.

# Oh, Danny boy... #
Anything else?

# I love you so... #
No.

Thank you, sir.
CHARGE: Great. Get out.

Oh, sorry, Buff.
No, no, my apologies.

I just want to check my emails.
Yeah, yeah. Go for it. Go for it.

I just finished my watch
and this thing is driving me nuts.

Yeah, I heard you and Spider
got matching tattoos.

Spider disgraced himself -
wimped out.

I don't blame him.

You know, I personally don't see
the attraction in the tattoo.

It's a form of self-expression.
It is an infliction of pain.

It's a fine line between
pleasure and pain, XO.

Especially for something special.
(LAUGHS)

There.

So, what do ya reckon?

What do you think?

Special?

And...

I, um... I... I can't... I can't
get this email to work.

I-I'll check that later, I think.

I'll just, um...

What?

Oh, no.

You've got three seconds to explain.

Explain what?

Two. One.

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

Buffer, what are you doing? Buff!

Buffer! Buffer, no!
Shoving your head in the dryer.

Ow! Ow! Buffer,
alright, alright. Ah!

I'll explain. I'll explain.
I'll explain.

Um...

I, um...

I don't know how it happened.

That's your explanation?
Yeah.

No, no! Buff! Buff! Buff!
Please, please, please. Alright. Ow!

So Paulie just plucked those initials
out of thin air, did he? XO?

Oh, that's pretty
bloody amazing, Spider.

I... l... I might have said something,
alright, but I can't remember.

So you suggested changing my tattoo
to my old mate Paulie

and he agreed to it?

Yeah, I might have, um,
offered him 100 bucks. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

No, no! Buff! Buff, I'm sorry!
Please don't hurt me.

(WHIMPERS) I'm sorry. Sorry.

Spider.

I'm gonna make you pay for this...

...for the rest of your life.

No matter where you go,
no matter which ship you serve in...

...l'll be there...

...breathing down your neck...

...making your life a misery.

And you can start
by cleaning this place up.

Make this place sparkle.

X? Can I have a word?

Sure.

Um, the tattoo. It's an unfortunate
misunderstanding with the artist.

You really don't need to explain.

No, look, I... I feel like
I do need to explain.

I don't want anything
to affect our relationship.

I think we work really well together,
and we always have.

You... you watch my back, I watch
your back, in a professional... way.

Sense. Of course. We do.

Am I making myself clear, or?
Yeah, absolutely.

Look, Buff, don't stress.
It's really... it's a non-issue.

(SNEEZES)

Great.

Oh, it looks like you survived
Buffer's wrath.

Spider, what's up?

I think I just found a bomb.

SPIDER: I didn't touch it, boss.

I just opened the box, got out
the paper towels and there it was.

Is it real?

I'm not a bomb expert, sir.
It looks pretty real.

There's a fair bit of plastic in there.
It'll make a real mess of us if it...

It's not ticking.
I haven't heard it ticking, boss.

Look, Spider, clear away. And make
sure no-one else comes down here.

Yes, sir.

So, boss, can't see
any timer in there.

It could be wired
for remote detonation.

Um, it's a bit hard to tell
from this angle.

It must have come aboard
with the stores.

Do you think this has anything to do
with what RO overheard?

Well, if the terrorists disable us,

they'll have a clear run
at the 'Malu Intruder'.

What do we do, boss?

Well, we don't touch it, for a start.

Let's get a bomb expert on the line,
talking to 2 Dads.

Meanwhile, clear the lower decks.
Muster everyone on the boat deck.

Yes, sir.

Yes, Commander, that's right.
Very good, sir.

NAVCOM are looking
for a combat engineer.

Boss, all crew are mustered
on the boat deck.

I've set up a blast corridor
leading from the laundry,

but I'm not sure how effective
that's gonna be

because that bomb is sitting
right next to our ammo.

OK.

X, I want everyone deployed
in the RHIBs, fully armed,

maintaining the exclusion zone
around the 'Malu Intruder'.

What about other navy assets?
No, still two hours away.

I'll remain on board 'Hammersley'
with two other crew.

Sir, I...

We'll sail into open water, far enough
away from the nuclear waste ship

so if the bomb does go off,
it won't have any impact.

Sir, I'll stay on board.

No, Buff. I need you in the RHIBs.
The threat out there is just as real.

There's no way...
The threat out there is just as real.

Primary Coms, VHF Channel 6-7.
Off you go.

Sir, I highly recommend that
we don't use the ship's radio.

If this device is wired for remote
detonation, VHF signal could set it off.

OK, shut it down.
But I want the satline open.

I need to communicate with NAVCOM
at all times.

Uh, I'll stay on board.

I can monitor the radar
for threats on the 'Malu Intruder'.

Good lad.

And, 2 Dads. I need you as well.

Yeah. Uh, yeah. Of course.

If we pick up a threat,
we'll alert you with a flare.

All going well, we'll dispose
of this uninvited guest,

we'll meet up with you asap.

Away sea boats.

Away sea boats! Let's go!

XO: Buffer, set off to the east.
We'll take the west.

I want you to stay 500 metres
from the 'Malu Intruder'. Over.

BUFFER: Yeah, roger that, X.

Heading 3-2-5.
Two miles to the waypoint.

Thanks, RO. Radar?

Still only three contacts -
the 'Malu Intruder' and the two RHIBs.

(PHONE RINGS)

HMAS 'Hammersley'.
Leading Seaman Dickson.

Yes, sir.

Uh, sir, they've got
a bomb expert at NAVCOM.

He's on line.

Uh, this is Electronics Technician
Leo Kosov-Meyer... 2 Dads.

Yeah, 2 Dads, Warrant Officer Ed Gray.
I'm a combat engineer with the army.

Are you with the device now?
Yes, sir.

I'm... Unfortunately,
I'm looking at it.

OK, as clearly as you can,
describe what you see.

Um, it's in a cardboard box.
There's rolls of paper towel around it.

I'm seeing a lot of wires,

a lot of wires leading from
what looks like to be a battery

going into
rectangular orange packets.

Can we just carry it up onto
the deck and pitch it over?

No! Not until we identify its trigger.

It could be motion-sensitive.
Right.

So just cut the right wire, yeah?

ED: No, don't cut any wires.

That creates a dead short
that could set off the bomb.

Can you see a timing mechanism?
A digital watch, maybe?

Um...

Yeah, I'll just have a look.
I can't see any kind of timer.

But a lot of the bomb
is concealed within the box, so...

OK. Listen, 2 Dads, you're gonna need
a complete view of the device.

We need to find
its detonating mechanism.

OK, so, just gonna lift it out.

No, look, carefully remove
the paper towels, then cut the box away.

Make sure you don't touch
any of the wires.

Box cutters, RO.

OK, you're gonna need
alligator blood for this, 2 Dads -

quick, calm, relaxed and focused.

That describes you, right?
Yeah, yeah.

Balls of steel. Balls of steel.

(RAPID BEEPING)

SPIDER: X! Flare smoke
from 'Hammersley'! One o'clock.

Bravo 8-2, this is X-ray 8-2.
BUFFER: We've seen it, X.

XO: Do you have a visual contact
of the incoming vessel? Over.

BUFFER: Yes, ma'am.

We have a visual two nautical miles
south of our current position. Over.

XO: Roger that.
Buffer, you take the lead.

These men are armed and dangerous.
I repeat, they are armed and dangerous.

BUFFER: Roger that.
Secondaries off.

You don't have to be here, RO.

If you're gonna blow yourself up,
I wanna see it.

Be the last thing you ever see.
(LAUGHS)

Yes, well, it would be worth it.

You'd love that, wouldn't you, RO?
Get out of paying me back.

I'm not paying you a cent.
And I still want an apology.

Yeah, that'll happen, mate,
when hell freezes over.

Might be sooner than you think.

OK.

OK. Sir, it's done. I've got
a clear view of the bomb. Hold on.

ED: OK, tell me what you see.

I can't see a timer.

2 DADS: I can see an LCD panel,
an antenna, some circuits,

guts of a satphone.

OK, it's wired for remote detonation.

Right, get me Canberra on the line.
ED: Listen to me, 2 Dads.

You've got to get that thing
off the ship, mate.

That's what I said
in the first place, mate.

Listen, carry it up on deck,
lower it gently over the side.

No sudden movements, mate.
Quick but calm.

And make sure the ship
is stationary.

We've got to stop the ship, yeah?

What's he saying?
Got to stop the ship.

Sir, we need to bring the ship
to a complete stop.

The bomb's wired
for remote detonation.

Roger. Stop both engines.

Get that thing off the ship
as quick as you can, RO.

The RHIBs need backup.
Yes, sir.

XO: Fishing vessel 'Padang',
this is the Australian Navy,

calling you on VHF channel 1-6.

I am ordering you to stop!

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

OK, I'm gonna lose the headset
now, Eddie.

ED: OK, listen.
Good luck, 2 Dads.

Remember, balls of steel, mate.
Yeah, balls of steel.

We're not gonna need
to talk to 'em again?

No. Gonna need a little bit
of teamwork on this, yeah?

Now, remember, RO,
could be motion-sensitive.

What are you doing?
I don't want anything to get caught on it.

RO, hurry up. Just chuck it
down on the floor. Let's go.

Let's go. Pick it up.
On three. Ready?

One...
Hang on.

On... on three or after three?
What's it matter?

What do you mean?
On three. Yeah?

One, two, three.

Easy. Easy.

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

SPIDER:
Top deck looks clear, X.

SPIDER: Got a visual
on two hostiles!

BUFFER: Roger!

Ahh!

Ahh!
SPIDER: Clear, Swaino!

SWAIN: Man down.

Put the weapon down!
Put the weapon down!

Put the weapon down.

Bomber! Looks like
a gut wound, Bomber.

SPIDER: X, I saw a hostile
disappear below deck. Over.

XO: Spider, Swain, secure this area.
SWAIN: Roger, X.

OK, Charge, I want you
to stay with Bomber.

XO: Nikki, you keep watch.
CHARGE: Aye, ma'am.

Buffer, with me.

Take it, Nav.

OK. Easy.

(PANTS) Onto the boat deck,
down the passageway, yeah?

Yeah.

My hands are sweaty.

Mine too.

Do you want to stop? Put it down?
No.

Well, do you?
I don't know.

Make a decision, quick.
Why's it my decision?

You're the bomb expert.
You're the brainiac.

OK, keep going, keep going.

That's it.
Don't you dare drop it on me, RO.

You're not the only ones
with balls of steel, 2 Dads.

That's right.
There's you, me and Danielle.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Clear.
He's got to be here somewhere.

Hey, stop!

He's got a satphone.
Copy that.

Easy - one step at a time.

(BEEPING)
What's that?

(BEEPING)
The reception bars.

What?
Quick, quick. Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Stop... stop there.
What does it mean?

(BEEPING)
We're OK. We're OK.

We can't let him
use that phone, Buff.

Hey, Nav. He's got a satphone.

He could be using it to set off
the bomb on 'Hammersley'.

Come on, sir.

MIKE: 'N'.

'Turn'. 'R'. 'A'.

"Turn radio on."

(RADIO BEEPS)

Charlie 8-2, come in. Over.
Go ahead, Nav.

Sir, we've got a man on the loose
here with a satphone.

X thinks he's trying to use it
to trigger the bomb on 'Hammersley'.

Buffer says the laundry
is a reception black spot,

so as long as you keep it there,
it should be safe.

Roger, out.

OK, um... (PANTS)
...we could go back to the laundry.

Yeah, we... we'd pass a live spot,
maybe even more.

Shhh!

Just gentle.

You've got to keep
out of satphone range.

(LAUGHS)
Just figured that out, boss.

Uh, we're in a dead spot here.

Right, don't move.
Spoke too soon!

Left, left, left, left!
My left, my left, my left, my left!

There, there. Stop.

(BEEPING)

We're... we're dead.
It's atmospheric up here.

I mean, the black spot's intermittent.
There's no way of judging it.

BUFFER: Clear.

What do we do, boss?

You've got two options.

Return to the laundry
or finish what you started.

What do you reckon?
Let's finish it.

Up onto the waist, pitch it over the side.
Nothing... nothing fancy.

When we get outside,

we throw it as far as we can
on the count of three.

You ready?

Step. Step, step, step, step,
step, step, step, step, step.

(PHONE BEEPS THEN DIALS)

(PHONE DIALS)

So we throw it flat on three.

On three.

(PHONE RINGS)

(LONG BEEP)

One...
(CONNECTION BEEP)

Two...
(BEEPING)

Three!
(BOTH YELL)

(CONNECTION BEEP)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
Oh, my God.

BUFFER: Now, there's
a beautiful sight, ma'am.

XO: You've certainly got the luck of
the Irish, Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

(LAUGHS)

It's good to see you.
Yeah, we might say the same.

How did you get the bomb
off the boat?

Not me. These two lads here.
And not a second too soon.

We'll never hear the end of this!

XO: Let's put this baby away.

MIKE: Reckon Mr Spalding
would be proud of you, X.

If only the operation
wasn't classified,

I could've used it to score myself
some brownie points.

CHARGE: Buff, show us the tatt.

Yeah, Buffer, go on.
Show us your tatt, mate.

I keep hearing about this tatt.
I still haven't seen it.

2 DADS: Come on, Buff, show us.
Somebody better warn the locals.

No, no, no, boss.
We're just out for a quiet one.

Quick bite to eat, that's all.
Just a couple of lemonades, sir.

And definitely no tattoos,
right, Buff?

I have no idea what
they're talking about, boss.

X, sir, you guys coming out?

Lick, sip, suck, go!

2 DADS: Mmm! Ohh!
The boss knows what a body shot is.

Buff. Buff, how'd you go?
2 DADS: Whoo!

(SPIDER LAUGHS)

Listen, X...
No, you don't need to say a word.

Spider has explained everything.

Oh, I guess it's my shout, then.
What'll it be?

The most expensive drink
in the house.

Two.
Guava mojo?

Did someone say guava mojo?

ALL: Guava mojo!

I'll have what he's having.

You know, we could go to the resort,
if you feel more comfortable there.

Banned for life.
(LAUGHS)

DANIELLE: Robert!

Hi.
Uh, Danielle. Hello.

2 Dads, you are very naughty boy.

You said you told Robert
everything about me.

You... cheeky.

I'm sorry, Danielle.

I'm sorry, OK?

Oh, come on, RO. I mean it.

After all we've been through,
it's, um...

We're friends, right?
Hm.

So, uh, now that I've apologised,

there is a small matter
of an outstanding debt.

2 Dads, if you think my heart
has melted to a point

where I will ever pay you back,

you're gonna be
sorely disappointed.

Life's not like that.

Yep. (CLEARS THROAT)

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