All language subtitles for Sea Patrol - S04E16

2Dads, might need
to step it up, mate.

We've gotta get these provisions
off the dock ASAP.

Fair go, Dutch.

I reckon I've got swine flu.
Worm flu, more like it.

Told you not to eat that worm
in the bottom of the bottle.

Alright, thanks
for that, Charge.

Sir, our orders to sail have
come through at 1130 hours.

OK, X. How was breakfast?

It was fine. Dutchy found
a great little place in town.

X, I've got a present for you.

What is it?

It's a surprise.

Bit heavy for you, RO?

Alright. 20 minutes,
we'll be out of here.

I don't know!
You pack everything.

You told me not to touch.
You have no idea!

What do you mean,
I have no idea?

I try to help and you
tell me I have no idea?

Oh, my God!

Hey!

Somebody, please!
Please, somebody, help me!

Hold him, please.
Please! Bring it here!

Oh, my baby!

Please, I can't swim!

He's OK.

He's OK, ma'am. He's OK.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you so much.

It's alright. Here.

Boss, here!

Boss, grab the ring!

It's alright! Come on.

Grab it!

Get him up.

How's the baby?

Fine, boss. He's fine. Come on.

You OK?
Yeah.

Thank you, thank you.

I'm Anton Gorski. I owe you my life
and the life of my son.

Captain has the ship.

Alright, you've had your fun.
Knock it off.

Lap it up, boss.
You deserve it.

Everyone on this ship
would've done the same thing.

Huh!

Sir, I'm picking up
a pan-pan call

from vessel 'Jeanette J'.

What's a pan-pan call?
One level below a mayday call.

Not grave or imminent danger,
but it's still serious.

Sir, I've just
picked it up on ALS.

'Jeanette J' - she's an
oceanographic vessel

approximately 9 nautical miles
north-north-east of us.

Did you get details, RO?

Oh, the gentleman on the line,

he's saying he's discovered
something, it's unclear what.

Frankly, he sounds inebriated.

Boss, Commander White.

Put it through to my cabin.

X, take the ship.
Set course for the 'Jeanette J'.

Sir.

RO, let the vessel know
we're responding.

Sir.

Maxine.

You had a chance to look
at the new list I sent?

Uh, yeah.

As a matter of fact,

I spent half the night
researching your candidates.

And?
I gotta be honest here.

None of them are capable
of taking command.

I give you a hand in finding
your replacement as a courtesy

and if I didn't
know you better,

I might think that you were
using candidate unsuitability

not to return
to your position here.

That's just not
the case, Maxine.

You just haven't
recommended anyone yet

who I think
is capable of the job.

OK, I tell you what.

Why don't YOU
add names to the list

who YOU think are suitable
and send it to ME?

Given that silence, I take it
you think that's a great idea.

Looking forward
to getting your list, Mike.

Oh, sir, we're coming up on
the oceanographic vessel now.

What did Knocker want?
She hear about your heroic exploits?

Oh, no.

She was just hassling me about
'Hammersley's replacement CO.

You found anyone suitable yet?

All her candidates
were hopeless.

I wouldn't let them command
a tugboat, let alone a warship.

Pipe boarding stations, X.
Y es, sir.

Mr Mason.
Yeah. Stuart.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor.
You put out a pan-pan call, sir?

There's something
I want to show you.

You mapping out here
on the reef, sir?

Yeah, doing research
on coral decline.

Growth rates are at their
slowest in 400 years.

There's just too much acidity
and carbon dioxide in the water.

Who put that there?

What did you want
to show us, Mr Mason?

There was a fishing boat here
a couple of hours ago.

I saw him through my binos
drop something overboard.

When I finally got to map
the area, this is what I found.

It looks like a body.

Steady!

Steady.

It was tied to an old boat
engine block with nylon rope.

Heave in on the recovery line.

Mr Mason, how long ago
did you see this fishing boat?

Four and a bit hours ago now.
She headed off to the north.

You didn't get the name
of the vessel?

My eyesight's not
that good, Captain,

even through binoculars.

None of the crew saw it, so...

Could you at least give my XO
a description of it?

Oh, I don't know.

I mean...

I reckon it was a beam trawler.
Could've been an outrigger.

Boss.
Yep.

Go ahead, Swaino.

Contact bearing 3-5-5.
Range - 9 nautical miles, sir.

Unlikely,
but let's get it on EOD.

It's an outrigger.

Wheelhouse forward,
working deck aft.

What's the speed?

Barely moving, sir.
Three to four knots.

A boat involved in a murder

wouldn't just be hanging
around the general vicinity.

It matches Mason's
description, though.

Not that he's totally reliable.

Fishing trawler in position
1 degrees, 35 south,

143 degrees, 15 east,

this is Australian warship
calling you on channel 16.

We're conducting routine
boardings in the area.

We request permission to board
you as a training exercise.

Your captain said a couple
of minutes. Been more like 20.

We appreciate the cooperation,
Mr Cavanaugh.

We don't get a chance to do
a lot of these boardings

so the training for us
is invaluable.

Swain?

Have you got a TVH
and a manifest I could look at?

Yeah.

I'll need to assemble
all of your crew on deck.

You're looking at them.

Right, here's the manifest
and TVH for Spanish mackerel.

Captain, X.

The boat is licensed,
manifests in order

and all the crew
accounted for - over.

What does your
gut instinct tell you, X?

X, the hold's empty.
No fish below.

Only been out for a couple
of days. Must be El Nino.

Reckon these Spanish mackerel
speak the lingo.

Here's your paperwork.

Go on, boys. On to it.

Sir, my instinct tells me
that this boat is dodgy.

But apart from having
no fish on board,

there is no evidence
to confirm that, sir.

OK, X, head back to the ship.

We'll continue to shadow them

until we decide on
a course of action - over.

Copy that.

X, NAVCOM have ID'd
the dead man...

Rowan Wells,
convicted drug trafficker.

The Feds lost sight of him
four days ago in Cairns.

They were surveilling him?

They suspect he was importing
large amounts of cocaine...

bringing it in from PNG...

but they didn't know
how he was doing it.

Well, he won't
be doing it any longer.

Sir, the Feds sent through
another photo.

That's Derek Cavanaugh
with him.

Master of the trawler?
It was taken a week ago.

Right, RO, get on to NAVCOM.
Sir.

We'll retreat below the horizon,
monitor the boat on EOD.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you get some sleep?

The Feds won't be here
till the morning.

Until then, it's just
a case of keeping tabs.

No, I'm OK.

Sir, a radar contact
I've been monitoring

has just changed course.

It looks like it's en route
to the fishing trawler.

Dutchy, can you pick it up?
Sir.

Contacts are converging.

Get in closer.

It looks like
they're transferring

a very large pallet across.

You said the Feds didn't know

how Wells was bringing drugs
into the country.

Are we gonna wait
till morning to find out?

Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

Australia navy.
Hands in the air.

Back against the wall.
Get down on the ground.

What the hell are you
doing on my boat? Off!

Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Captain, X. Deck is secure.
Minimal resistance. Over.

Copy that, X.

We're monitoring that
other vessel on radar.

Check out that pallet. Over.

OK, what is this?
Another training exercise?

We have reason to believe
that you have just received

a shipment of drugs,
Mr Cavanaugh.

Are you kidding me?
Open the pallet.

It's cable, ma'am.

The Feds don't look too happy.

Understatement, X.

Not only did we not
catch Cavanaugh with drugs,

but we've alerted him to the fact
he's a person of interest.

Sir.
Commander.

X, can you grab
the EOD surveillance tapes?

They're on my desk in my cabin.

Cavanaugh's boat arrived
in port early this morning.

We've got eyes on it, but
there's no sign of Cavanaugh.

He must have transferred
to another vessel en route.

All the
candidates were hopeless.

They couldn't command a tugboat,
let alone a warship.

What are you typing?

A transfer request.

I am sick of it. I have had enough.
I want off the ship.

XO, bridge.

Another Fourex, thanks, mate.

Ugh.

You've called
Kate McGregor. Leave a message.

Hey.
Hey.

What are you doing?
Come join the others.

I don't think I'll be
much company tonight.

Why's that?

I've decided to
transfer off the ship.

What? Why?

Bigger and better opportunities
on a big ship.

What sort of opportunities
are you looking for?

Professional or personal ones?

Come on, one drink.

Come on!
One.

Oh, Captain, my Captain.

Mr...

Mason. Stuart Mason.

I take it you're in port
to give a statement to the Feds.

That, and I've got
a job interview.

Job interview? I thought
you'd be busy mapping the reef.

More money to be made
finding fish.

Fishermen pay top dollar

for the use of my boat
and equipment.

Right.

And whoever's funding your
research, do they know that?

Nup.

Cheers, Captain.

You didn't have
to help me home.

I'm afraid I did.

Taxi driver wasn't going
to deal with you himself.

This one? Oh, very nice.

There you go. You OK?

Thanks, Captain.

You're a lovely man, Captain.
You're a lovely man.

Come on. There's room
for two. Come on.

That'll be a negative,
Mr Mason. Goodnight.

Alright, Captain. Thank you.

Mr Mason. I did call out.
There was no-one up top.

Yeah.

Who are you?
Derek Cavanaugh.

We spoke on the radio
about hiring your boat.

Yeah. Uh, you were
looking for fish.

Actually, it's not about fish.
It's a little more delicate.

So what are we looking for?

A mini sub. I lost contact
with it a couple of days ago.

I know the general area,

but I need your equipment
and expertise to locate it.

A mini sub?

I use it to do a bit of
salvage work on the side.

Yeah, sounds, uh, feasible.

If you'll excuse me, though,

I was just about
to go to the bathroom.

Of course.

It's not me.

It's not mine.

You've called
Kate McGregor. Leave a message.

Yeah, Kate, listen. It's Mike.

I'm on Stuart Mason's boat
and Cavanaugh is here.

He wants to hire Mason
to find a mini sub he's lost.

It's gotta be a drug sub.

It explains why they needed
the salvaging cable

and how they're
bringing the drugs in.

Mr Mason.

Can you come out, please?

Uh, yeah. Hang on.

Mr Cavanaugh,
I've thought about your offer.

Unfortunately, my research work
does take precedence.

I don't need your help
to stand up.

This man tells me he's Stuart Mason,
the oceanographer,

which begs the question,
who the hell are you?

Oh, ma'am, we're ready
to set sail.

We've just got one
tiny, little problem.

What is it?
No CO.

No-one's seen him all morning.

According to the peg board,
he's off the boat,

and he's not answering
his mobile.

Oh, no. That'll just
go through to Message Bank.

Just...

I've already left 3 messages.
RO!

Yeah, Kate, listen. It's Mike.

I'm on Stuart Mason's boat
and Cavanaugh is here.

He wants to hire Mason
to find a mini sub he's lost.

It's gotta be a drug sub.

It explains why they needed
the salvaging...

Come with me.

OK, what time was that?

OK, thank you.

The harbour master says

Mason's boat sailed out
just before midnight.

More than eight hours ago.
Yeah.

We know their general
heading, though.

Where we boarded them.

It must be where they lost
contact with the drug sub.

RO, get NAVCOM on the line.
Yes, ma'am.

Dutchy, prepare
to take the ship.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I know you're navy

and I definitely recognise
your voice, Commander Flynn.

So why don't you just tell me
what I want to know?

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

Ohh!

I want to know everything
the Feds and the navy

know about my business.

All I want from you

is Coastwatch's
security frequency, alright?

I don't know
anything about that.

No? Alright.

Arggh!

Here is the deal.

You give me the frequency
and the pain will stop.

I can listen in, find out what
they know about my business

and you can get
a well-earned rest.

Come on, Flynnie.
What do you say?

Oh, that was a silly
thing to do, wasn't it? Huh?

Arggh!

Ohh!

Pick him up.

This is where
we picked up the body

and this is where we caught up
with Cavanaugh's trawler.

That's pretty much a straight line
from Daru to Cape York.

So the width of the search area
is small, but the length...

RO, have you got anything
from Coastwatch yet?

Not yet, ma'am.
X, the sonar buoy's deployed.

Already onto it, ma'am.
OK, good.

If they are using Mason's boat
to find their sub,

they'll be emitting a signal.

I want as many ears listening
for it as we can afford.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, we'll find him.

You know, this is my fault.
It's no-one's fault, X.

I deliberately
dropped his call last night.

Why would you do that?

Ma'am.

I think I've got... something.
It's a fair way off.

Yeah, I've got it too.
It's a high-frequency output.

It's similar to a minehunter
or hydrographic survey ship.

It could be their sonar.

OK, RO, see if you can home in
on it and give us a course to steer.

Hey, come on. Just give me
the frequency, OK?

Just give me the frequency
and we can all get some sleep.

You give me the frequency now!

NOW!

I'll give you the frequency.

You will?

I'll give it to you.

Go on. Give it
to me now. Come on.

Ohh!

This is getting really tedious.

Ohh!

You are a naughty boy.

Mason's found the sub.
All clear.

Really?
And the boss just called.

Said he'll be here within
the hour to get the drugs.

He wants Mason and the navy man
put in the sub.

He'll tow it to deeper water,
get rid of it.

Party time.

Grab him.

The signal's gone, ma'am.

What?
It's gone. Nothing.

They must have found the sub.

Hold our course to the signal's
last known position.

Alright, hurry up.
Let's go. Now!

Ugh!

Don't worry about the smell.
They're dead.

Just get the stuff out.

I'm sorry. I had to help them.

There was nothing else
I could do.

Come on, come on. Hurry it up.

Alright, that's the last of it.

They didn't deserve
to die like that.

They knew the risks.

Alright, there's the boss.

Get them into the sub now.

Please. Come on.
You don't have to do this.

Please, come on!

Get him! Go!

We've got the signal back.

Don't lose it, RO.

Get him in there.
God, it stinks!

Nighty-night!

We salvaged all the gear, boss.

We're just tying up
a few loose ends.

I'm Anton Gorski. I owe you my life
and the life of my son.

I've got a contact - 0-3-0.
Range - 14 miles.

Contact's on
a heading of 1-7-0...

That's Mason's boat.
Chart a course for intercept.

Swain, pipe boarding stations.
Ma'am.

X, where are you going?
To lead the boarding.

Ma'am, you're acting CO.
You can't leave the ship.

I, um...

I'll go, X.

Secondaries off.

2Dads, Bomber, you take
the starboard side.

Oh, not again!
You gotta be kidding me.

Australian navy!
Back of the boat!

Back of the boat now.
To the back of the boat.

Come on, fellas.
What's this about?

Where's Mike Flynn?
I don't know a Mike Flynn.

2Dads, Bomber, with me.

It's not your boat.
Where's the owner of the vessel?

Wouldn't have a clue.

I hired it off a Stuart Mason
to find some fish.

Right, so where's Mr Mason?

I've got no idea, big fella.
He was a bit under the weather.

Boss?

Anything?
Nothing.

No sign of him, Dutchy. Boss?

Boss?!

'Thunder', this is
'Hammersley'. SITREP?

No sign of anyone
below decks, X.

Where is he?

2Dads, give us a hand here.

On the count of three.
Ready? One, two, three.

We found him, X.
Dutchy, is he OK?

Boss?

It's OK. Stop struggling.

Negative, X. It's not the CO.

It's the mother of
the baby he saved.

What the hell
is going on over there?

Stand by, X.

Ma'am, ma'am,
I need you to calm down

and tell me what's going on.

What are you doing here?

My husband, Anton Gorski.
What about him?

He had Rowan killed.
Rowan Wells?

Rowan was my lover.

He told Cavanaugh to take care
of me in the same way.

Dutchy, X. Over.
Go ahead.

Can she tell us where the boss is?
Does she know anything?

Ma'am, do you know
where Mike Flynn is?

He's in submarine.

Anton's taken it
to deep water to sink it.

He's in the sub.

Anton's towing it into
deep water to sink it.

RO, they can't be to the south
of our current position.

We would've picked
them up on radar.

But most of this area
is uncharted.

They'd be working off
the same information as us.

He wouldn't want
to tow the sub too far.

Uh, here, ma'am.

There's a deep trench here
just south of Bramble Cay.

It's the deepest part
of the strait.

They could be using that.
OK.

Dutchy, X. Over.
Yeah, go ahead.

I'm sending a second RHIB

to collect everybody
and bring them back here.

I want your team in the RHIB
heading north-east.

Once you're in the water,
I'll vector you into position.

RO, you redirect that Coastwatch
flight to south of Bramble Cay.

Coastwatch, this is Australian
warship 'Hammersley'.

Dutchy, Coastwatch have
spotted something semi-submerged.

It could be the sub.

Come port 35 degrees.

Copy that.

Come to port 35 degrees.

I've got a visual!

Right ahead!

'Thunder' to 'Hammersley'.
We have a visual.

Repeat, we have
a visual of the sub.

Coastwatch, we have a visual.

Dutchy, have you got anything?

Nothing so far, X.

Swain.

Half in.

X, we've found, uh...

Go ahead, Dutchy.

We've found evidence
of human remains. Over.

Copy that.

Sorry, ma'am.

NAVCOM are sending out
search vessel 'Paluma'.

They will sweep and, uh...

.. and they'll collect.

Cavanaugh?

He's in Austere with his crew.

Sylvanna's in
the wardroom, Swain.

You wanna have a look at her?

Sure.

Gorski's out there somewhere.

We've still got
unfinished business.

Cavanaugh's not saying anything.
What about Sylvanna?

Here. This will help
with your headache.

I don't know what
Anton's planning.

He has an exit strategy in case
he needs to leave quickly,

but he never shared
his plans with me.

He's gotta offload the drugs
before he skips the country.

Do you know where
he's taking them?

All I know is his contact
is in Cairns.

What sort of boat
was he driving?

X, Commander White's
on the phone.

She's been fully briefed
on the situation.

I'll take the call in...
in the CO's cabin.

Dutchy, go up and take the ship.

Head for Cairns, maximum speed.

And you get a description
of Gorski's boat.

XO, Commander White.

Commander White,
Lieutenant McGregor speaking.

Kate, how are you holding up?

I'm...

I'm sorry for your loss,

but now is the time
for strength, Kate.

You're acting commanding
officer of 'Hammersley'.

I understand, ma'am.

We are currently
steaming for Cairns.

We believe Gorski is heading
there with a shipment of drugs.

Alright, I'll put
the port on alert.

Now, the Federal Police
have been notified.

We will do everything we can
to catch this man.

Lieutenant McGregor,

you have a patrol to finish
and a ship to bring in.

You can do this.
I don't know that I can.

Well, Mike Flynn obviously
thought you were capable.

He added your name to my list
of candidate COs.

I'm sorry. He added my name?

He rejected my list

and he put your name
right at the top.

So if Mike Flynn
thinks you are CO material...

.. who are you or I
to doubt that?

Charge, can you
give us any more revs?

I wish I could, Dutchy,
but we're right at the limit.

I have the ship.
Dutchy has the conn. SITREP?

X, we're currently
travelling at full speed

at approximately
285 miles north of Cairns.

Nothing to report.

We are not giving up.

The man who killed
our commanding officer

is out there somewhere.

If Gorski is heading for Cairns,
we WILL catch up with him.

I have a contact,
bearing 1-9-5. Range - 6 miles.

Got nothing on ALS.
2Dads, bring it up on the EOD.

That's him.
Swain, pipe boarding stations.

Full Kevlar, extra plates.

Hands
to boarding stations,

hands to boarding stations,
hands to boarding stations...

I'll take it, X.
Not this time, Charge.

Ma'am, you can't.
Stuff protocol, Charge.

You have the ship.

Secondaries off.

Just get us in there.

Prepare to fire at my command.

Three-round burst of
the Typhoon across her bow.

Three-round burst,
100 yards ahead of the bow.

Make it 50.
Copy that - 50.

Engage!

Starboard. Take us in starboard.

Engage!

Target on the upper deck.

Starboard! Starboard!

On the ground now!
Get down!

You, on the ground!

Get down, get down!
Get down!

Both of you, now!
Get down right now!

Hands behind your back.

Ohh!

Ohh!

X, just put the gun down.

X, lower your gun.

Kate. Put your gun down.

Give me the gun.
Give me the gun.

OK, 2Dads.

Get up. Get up, I said.

You OK?

I just need a minute.

Sure.

OK, OK.

OK.

Are you alright?

Are you alright? You alright?

I thought that you were...

.. I thought that you were dead.

I thought you were dead.

Not a pretty picture, hey?

You look a lot better
than poor Mr Mason.

Two other dead crew
on that sub.

Cavanaugh mentioned
my name to Anton.

If it wasn't for his
so-called debt of honour...

What was he gonna do with you?

Said he was gonna
have me released

after he was
out of the country.

Handover's complete, boss.

I should check you out.

As soon as I've
had a shower, Swain.

The mighty Mike Flynn, hey?

You OK?

Yeah.

Well, at least you don't
have to beat yourself up now

for dropping his call.

Oh, sorry, can you just...?

Dutchy.

The reason that I dropped
the boss's call was...

Because you were out having
a good time with friends

and you didn't want to be
bothered with ship's business.

Yeah, that's right.

Dutchy.

Dutchy, I...
It's OK, X.

It is. Really.

Thank you.

The one up the back. Yep.

Sir, it's good
to have you back.

Good to be back, RO.

You're starting to look like
your old self again, sir.

I don't know if I'll be winning
any beauty pageants, Charge.

Don't know why
I'd be entering any.

Bomber and Swain did a pretty
good job patching me up.

One of the more enjoyable jobs
I've had to do as second medic.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Not as much as we'll miss you.

What do you think, Bird?

This navy life,
is it all worth it?

Yeah, I reckon it's OK, sir.
Great.

Yeah, so your
coordinate is wrong.

So who has the ship?

I do, sir.
Very good.

Take us home, X.

Transcript by Karin
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