All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E02

ET.
Sir.

Enjoying yourself, X?

Driving a patrol boat
is very different to a frigate.

Yeah, different as!
Like a V8 and a schoolbus.

You're a westie petrolhead, Nav.

It's much more direct.

Direct. Intuitive.

The more you do it,
the more you'll enjoy it.

Sir, do you have any idea

why we're inserting two federal
police onto Bright Island?

Of course,
I've asked the question, X.

And of course, they're choosing
not to answer.

Sir, if we're heading
to Bright Island...

Are you happy
with this course, X?

I am.

X, I think we need
to come left.

Why? I'm steering 3-2-0.

Bright Island bears 3-1-0.

Roger. Port 20. Steer 3-1-0.

Port 20, steer 3-1-0, ma'am.

SHIP GROANS

What the hell was that?

CLANKING AND CREAKING

What's going on?

Captain has the ship.
Full astern, both engines.

Full astern, both engines.

Both engines full astern, sir.
Very good.

Check depth, Nav.

Depth, according to
the echo sounder, is 15 metres.

That ties in with
the charted depth.

Anything on radar?

Nothing.

Nothing. So we've hit
the invisible man.

Stop both engines.
Stop both engines.

Both engines stopped, sir.

Very good.

We'll need to take a look.

Whatever it is,
it shouldn't be there.

ET, suit up.
Aye, sir.

The gunner is there because...?

In case of sharks.

Oh, I wouldn't concern
yourself, ma'am.

No self-respecting shark
would eat him.

But if one just
snacked on him a little,

might do the women of the world
a favour.

BEEPING

Bridge, Coxswain.

We have a high-frequency
tracking signal close by.

A moment ago, it wasn't there.
Now it's booming in.

Take the con, Nav. X, with me.

Comcen reports a sudden
high-frequency signal.

What have we got there?

Looks like some sort of
transponder unit.

Pretty high-quality stuff.

Do you want it on board, sir?

High-quality transponder gear
in the middle of nowhere.

Sounds dodgy to me.
Leave it there, ET.

Come back aboard.

Whatever that thing's
doing there,

it's worth a heap of money
to someone.

Uh, Mike, when you
report this...

Federal Police will be
kept informed.

Sir, we've
come across a buoy

equipped with
a transponder unit.

Very expensive,
very sophisticated.

And this buoy?

It's moored to a heavy object
in 15 metres of water.

Given the sophistication
of the equipment,

we could be looking at
something illegal.

The senior federal agent
on board has requested

his people be informed.

Alright, I'll liaise
with the Federal Police,

see if it rings
any bells with them,

also Customs so Coastwatch
can keep an eye.

Roger. In the meantime?

Your priority is to
continue on to Bright Island

to insert the federal agents
there.

Aye, sir.

I'll keep you posted.

Nav, mark the buoy's position
on radar.

It's already marked, sir.

Just once I'd like to get in
ahead of you.

In your dreams, sir.

Then set course
for Bright Island, at 18 knots.

Aye, sir.

Half ahead both engines.
Revolution 7-2-0.

Steer 2-7-0.

Half ahead both engines.

Revolution 7-2-0.

Why didn't we just haul up
whatever it is and take a look?

Given the gear,
it's gotta be dodgy.

What does that suggest to you?

Oh, rendezvous
for people smugglers,

drugs, other contraband?

Some sort of
intelligence stake-out?

I wouldn't get
too James Bond here.

The smart money's
gotta be on drugs.

So...

So to make a charge
stand up in court,

we have to catch them
in possession.

If we mess with the evidence,

some defence lawyer
will claim we planted it.

If we're on top of it
when they come for it...

We'll scare them off. I'd just
love to know what's down there.

DOOR OPENS

So why are we dropping
the feds off on Bright Island?

It's got to do with the marine
biologist that died, hasn't it?

So you think she was murdered?
Wouldn't surprise me.

Bright Island.

I didn't say that.

You know, it could be anything -
a chemical reaction...

Bollocks.
It's a suspicious death.

Well, maybe the ghosts got her.

You can laugh all you like.

The fact the feds are involved
means foul play for sure.

It's probably some kind of
poison, eh, Charge?

Yeah.
Just like in these muffins.

Nah, they're good.
As good as my mum's, Chefo.

You're lucky to have any, with
a skipper who stops engines

without asking permission
of the chef.

The new X running into something
on the high seas.

Aw.
Might have known. Woman driver!

Don't let the presence of
a woman driver stop you, fellas.

Uh, we were just discussing
my girlfriend, X.

She pranged the car.

I believe every word
you say, Chefo.

Do I smell coffee?

Excuse me.

Let me guess.

Chefo was complaining
about stopping the ship

without warning him.

I appear to have become

a figure of fun
to the ship's company, sir.

23 people on a ship this size.

Fun's one of the things
that smoothes off the edges.

It's humiliating.

Kate...

Please don't call me that, sir.

X, you can't get everything
perfect first time around.

And you think I don't know that?

We have Bright Island visual.

We'd better get down
to the quarterdeck.

Going ashore?

Thought I might
stretch my legs, yeah.

Away seaboat, away seaboat.

CICADAS CHIRRUP

Could I ask you what you're
doing here, Dr Morrell?

Please, it's Ursula.

I'm continuing
my colleague's research.

Lisa Holmes's research?

Yeah, she died.
She couldn't finish her work.

I feel I have an obligation.

And you, Commander Flynn?
What are you doing here?

Giving these guys a lift.

My colleague, Alicia Turnball.
Dr Ursula Morrell.

Hi.

What brings the Federal Police
to Bright Island?

Well, we're looking to discover

what might have killed
your colleague.

So do you have any theories?

Well, the autopsy revealed

that Lisa Holmes died
from poison,

but that's all we know so far.

We're treating it
as a suspicious death.

Are you staying overnight?

I can offer you
some meagre hospitality.

Afraid not. Just the chauffeur.

Pity.

Perhaps some other time.

Sir, NAVCOM would like a word
on a sat phone ASAP.

BOAT MOTOR FIRES UP

Roger, sir. Thank you.

NAVCOM tells us there's been
big shipments of cocaine

coming into Australia
via northern waters

over the past few months.

No-one's been able
to nail the source.

And they think that buoy we
stumbled on could be important?

Part of a tracking system,
perhaps?

Amazing what straying
off course can achieve.

Could mark the exchange point.

Big ship coming in from overseas

drops off a shipment of cocaine
at the buoy,

a smaller ship from Australia
picks it up, ferries it in.

And that way
they bypass Customs.

So now we've dropped
our federal friends off

at Bright Island?

We're the nearest vessel.

Set course for the marked buoy.
16 knots.

On our way.

Sir.

A lot of coincidence
going on back there.

At Bright Island.

Lisa Holmes dies,
the feds get involved,

Dr Morrell
checks the island out...

What she said was she was there

continuing
her colleague's work.

Well, that's what she said.

What are you saying about her?

She strikes me
as the sort of woman

who relates better to men
than to other women.

That's a crime now?

She looks for the alpha male
and she concentrates on him,

and everyone else is invisible.

I'm the alpha male?

Oh, and don't you know it.

Look, I'm sorry
she got up your nose, X.

But I'm not responsible

for the way Ursula treats
the sisterhood.

Sir, I've got
a stationary vessel on radar

within a 10-mile radius
of the buoy.

Could be a fishing boat,
but keep it marked.

RADAR BEEPS

Hang on. Here's another one.

This one's
a fast-moving contact

heading straight for the buoy.

How long before
it gets there?

At her rate of approach,
I'd say 20, 25 minutes.

Then it's gotta get
whatever it is on the seabed.

For the moment,

hold your position
below the horizon.

NAVCOM will put
the Federal Police and Customs

in the picture.

Aye, sir.

SAT PHONE BEEPS

Set and drift us towards
the buoy at 1.5 knots,

but I'll make sure
we don't drift too close.

Very good, Nav.

Don't wanna show them our masts

and scare them off
at this stage.

Where are they?
Still on course.

Still on course.

Still...

Hang on,
they've turned away.

What?

Double-check.

Our position wasn't compromised?
Absolutely not.

RO, have there been any
transmissions from 'Hammersley'

that could have been intercepted
by the target vessel?

Nothing, sir.

Right. They've seen us
on their radars and...

They're more sophisticated
than I thought.

OK, if they don't want it,
we'll take a look.

Nav, set course for the buoy.
Increase 20 knots.

Aye, sir. Half ahead
both engines, revolution 7-2-0.

Steer 1-2-0.

Half ahead both engines,
revolution 7-2-0. Steer 1-2-0.

We did have orders from NAVCOM
to hold back.

It was you who wanted
to take a look.

Yeah, nevertheless...

Situation's changed, X.
We're doing it.

Ready when you are, X.

Look but don't touch.
Find out what you can.

Cast off, forward and aft!

Carry on, the seaboat!

Divers standing by.

Are you all set?
All clear to dive.

What drew you
to patrol boats, Buffer?

I've served aboard
big ships, ma'am.

Patrol boats suit me better.

Less formal. Tighter team.

I love the boats.

Surprised?

No. Horses for courses, I guess.

You're not a horse
for this course?

This being the navy, I go where
I'm sent and I learn to like it.

BEEPING

Buffer, something's wrong.

Booby trap! Could be a bomb!

Get in! Go!

Come on!

You alright?
Yeah, fine.

But ET was still in the water
when the bomb went off.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm OK!
Right as rain. Right as rain.

Hey. Name? How many fingers?

Josh Holiday. There's
three fingers. I'm alright.

Buffer, get ET to his rack.
Yeah, I'm fine.

I thought I was cactus there
for a minute.

You could've been killed.

You couldn't kill this one
with a cluster bomb, ma'am.

Come on, mate.

It just felt like
a booby trap, sir.

Instinct said to
get the hell out of there.

Any idea what set it off?

Did you touch anything?
Did you yank the cable?

No, but there was a wire
running alongside it

all the way to the bottom.

It had to have been set off
by a remote-control device.

Sir, they meant to kill us.

Or they were
destroying evidence.

In any case,
we're going after them.

Who?

The vessel that was on approach
and veered away, that's who.

Nav, plot a course based on
their last known heading.

Yes, sir.
I want these mongrels.

Look like you could
use something hot.

Yes, please.

All good, son?

Yeah. Still counting
my fingers and toes.

Well, get that into you.
Thanks, mate.

It's funny,
you know, down there.

All I could think of was Sal,
if I'd ever get to see our kid.

You'll see us all out.

How is the tin lid?

Mmm. 24 weeks.
Eh?

You wouldn't credit this,
but the other night ashore,

I had my hand on Sal's tummy

and I swear I could
feel something moving.

I know it's only early...

That's great, Swaino.
I've got things to do, mate.

You know, if you actually look
at the ultrasound carefully...

Yeah, I gotta prep the food.

Sounds awesome, though.
Definitely.

Alright, mate.
I'll leave you to it.

They're moving fast
in these conditions, sir.

Are we holding them?

Since they turned
away from the buoy,

we've been gaining slightly.

But it could take some hours.

At this rate, we'll be
on top of them by first light.

Any other warships
in the vicinity?

No, sir.

OK. X, get the team
fed and watered.

When we overhaul this boat,
we'll be boarding.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Romeo.

That chick you were pulling

in the bar last night -
how'd you go?

Gentlemen don't
kiss and tell, Chefo.

I'd take notes on him, Spider,
if I were you. No woman's safe.

Mate, give it a break.
I'm serious. The XO, the Nav.

Can take bets on him.
Who's in?

Anyone gambling on this ship's
gonna be on charge.

Don't listen to him, Spider.

Hey, RO, I need to send
an email to the missus.

Certainly.

Your scheduled email time is...

..0830 hours tomorrow.

Robert, she's pregnant.

The doctors are talking
pre-eclampsia,

so I need to know how she is.

That's very commendable,
but it's 0830 hours tomorrow.

What's good, Chefo?
Don't turn your back.

I was talking to you!

Practising unarmed combat,
fellas?

It's a bad place for it.

What's the problem?
No problem, X.

Just a misunderstanding
about when Swain

can and can't send emails home.

Is what I just saw happen
a one-off

or something I need to manage?

Just a misunderstanding, X.

Your shipmate came very close

to never sending
another email again today.

So how about
letting him send one now?

Certainly, ma'am.

ET?

Oops.
Sorry.

That's alright! It's alright.

As your divisional officer,
I need to know if you're OK.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Bit sore around
the feet and ankles.

Apart from that,
I'm fit for duty, ma'am.

Good.

Because, um...
that was a close call, right?

You know me. I live for
that sort of stuff.

Well, just as long as
you don't die for it.

Well, the, uh... the new X
did well. She reacted fast.

If it wasn't for her and Buffer
I wouldn't be in one piece.

As far as the blokes
are concerned,

that makes up for
hitting the buoy.

Were they giving her heaps?
Yeah, and she heard 'em.

Oh, God. Poor them.
Yeah.

Excuse me, Nav.
Morning watch coming up.

Time I wasn't here.

Well, so, um...

Bottom line, then, you're OK?
Yep.

Looks like he's doing
just fine, ma'am.

ET.

No gambling on the ship.
Leave her alone.

Oh.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Oh, what is in that?

Oh, sorry.
Must have given you mine.

Ta.
Navigator brew.

Four clicks of coffee,
four clicks of sugar.

Guaranteed to keep
the dead awake.

Deltext in from NAVCOM.

Oh, Deltext?
That's gotta be bad news.

I'm sure the CO will be thrilled
when you wake him.

You reckon he's gonna
get in trouble

for checking out
that buoy, Nav?

I'm not a mind-reader, Spider.

But if gambling wasn't
against regulations,

that's what my money
would be on.

MACHINE BEEPS

Ooh. Hang on.

Target vessel is slowing down.

Target's slowing right down.
We're closing.

Have you got a visual yet?
Yes, sir.

Is that them?

Yes, sir. That's the vessel
that turned away from the buoy.

No-one on deck.

Bring us in
nice and slowly, Nav.

And call boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations,
hands to boarding stations.

Assume damage-control state
three condition Yankee.

Softly, softly as we go, Nav.

NAVCOM have requested
the pleasure of my company

when we get back to base.

Are we in trouble?

Thanks for the 'we'. No. I am.

But I've been there before.

OK, team.

There's no-one visible on deck,

so we'll be
taking them by surprise.

They've shown themselves
willing to kill people,

so if anyone has to get hurt
out there,

make sure it isn't us.

I'd like to join
the boarding party, sir.

You and me both, ET. But
this'll be done by the book.

And the book doesn't allow COs

or potentially concussed
sailors to indulge themselves.

Stand down. Stay sharp, team.

Let's go.

Sir. Sir! Step down.

Move forward, sit down.

Sit down. Is there anyone else
on board this vessel?

Nope.

X.

Lieutenant McGregor,
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

Your name, sir? Sir?
Julian Wiseman.

And you?
Glen Hawkes. Hawkie.

We're been tasked
under the Customs Act

to search vessels in this area.

Proceed.

Would you mind telling me
what you're doing here?

Recreational diving. Why?

NAVCOM have passed on further
intel from the Federal Police

regarding these drug smugglers.

Have they nailed a source?

They're hoping we'll be able
to help with that.

Not the first time they've
seen this sort of thing.

Exploding buoys?

They think we've
stumbled upon a drug ring

they've been chasing
for some time.

They're ruthless
and they've killed before.

X.

Friends borrowed this boat.
Whatever that is isn't ours.

The recreational diving trip's
over, gentlemen.

You and Mr Hawkes
will be taken back to base.

You have no right.

You nearly killed
two of my people.

I'd say I have every right.

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

Your drug stash
was booby-trapped

and remotely detonated.

What?!

I don't know anything
about that, I swear.

Somebody does, and they
didn't think twice about it.

And if you'd have done that
pick-up, you'd be dead by now.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.
Over.

This is Charlie 2, X. Over.

We've found a quantity
of drugs on board.

Recommend escorting vessel
back to base.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.
Confirm low threat. Over.

OK, OK, OK!

This is X-ray 2. Negative.
I repeat, negative.

Captain of the vessel
just tried to use his radio.

What was that all about?

I gotta contact
my brother Stuart, OK?

He's on his way to make another
pick-up for the same guys.

X-ray 2, there's another
vessel out there.

I'll clarify then report. Out.

OK, so you and your brother -

you're both couriers
for another boat?

Yeah, look, now,
I've gotta do something.

Surely they're not gonna
kill their own courier.

No? Well, now they know
the navy's sniffing around,

they're gonna want to stop you
getting the evidence.

OK, where? I need a position.

You got to make sure you stop
Stuart making that pick-up.

A position, Mr Wiseman! Now!

Confirm those
coordinates for the second buoy.

Stuart Wiseman
expected to arrive

at that position
within the hour.

ETA to that position, Nav?

1 hour, 40 minutes, sir.

Comcen, Bridge.
Call that frequency again, RO.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship.

Do not make your pick-up.

I say again,
do not make your pick-up.

It is booby-trapped. Over.

Every five minutes, RO.

Sir, we're an hour and 40
away from the second buoy,

unable to make radio contact

with the second
drug courier vessel.

What's the situation
with the first one?

Lieutenant McGregor's
leading a steaming party, sir,

and driving that boat back to
base with both suspects aboard.

OK, well, you keep me
informed this time, Mike.

And I really mean it.
You keep me informed.

Wipe that smile off your face.

RO, call him again.

It's not five minutes yet, sir.

Try him again.
I want him in jail, not dead.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship.

Do not make your pick-up.

I repeat, do not
make your pick-up.

It's booby-trapped. Over.

I never signed up for this -

booby traps,
people getting killed.

You just said,
"Come and do a dive."

Cool it, will you, Hawkie?

Just so you know, none of this
comes down to me. None of it.

Still no response
on that frequency, sir.

I'll take it up here, RO.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship,

trying to reach you
on a matter of life and death,

your life and death.

If you're hearing this
and don't wish to respond,

at least don't make the pick-up.

It'll kill you. Over.

We have a high-speed contact
heading for the second buoy.

It's got to be Stuart Wiseman.
He doesn't believe us?

Or he hasn't got his radio on.

Either way, he's in
a lot of trouble.

RO, he's heading for the buoy.

- Keep trying to contact him.
- Yes, sir.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship.

Do not make your pick-up.

I say again, do not
make your pick-up.

It is booby-trapped.

Please respond. Over.

He probably thinks it's a trap.

Why?

Because he thinks
everything's a trap.

Sometimes he turns
his radio off.

Why would he do that?

Because he's paranoid.

I should never have
got him involved.

It was you who got him into it?

The money was good.

It was out of tourist season.

A gig's a gig, right?

You're in deep, deep trouble.

And your best way out

is for you to start naming the
people who got you into this.

No way.
They're not your friends.

Yeah? Well, I sure as hell
don't want them as enemies.

Our shipmates are out there

busting a gut
to save your brother.

And when they succeed,

my advice is for you to
help the feds put them away.

They would've killed you -
collateral damage.

You owe them nothing.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship.

Do not make your pick-up.

I say again, do not
make your pick-up.

It is booby-trapped.
Please respond. Over.

Target vessel has
now closed on the buoy.

Our ETA?
25 minutes.

COMPUTER BEEPS

Target vessel
is now stationary.

COMPUTER BEEPS

We know the booby trap that
went off was remotely activated.

Had to be, sir.

And if it wasn't Julian
who triggered it,

then there must have
been someone else,

someone who saw us
arrive on their radar

and pressed a button.

That'd be my guess, sir, yeah.

We have a stationary contact

7 nautical miles
south of the buoy.

There was a similar stationary
contact near the last buoy.

I took it to be a fishing boat.

Do you think this
stationary contact...?

Could be the drug bosses
who detonated the booby trap.

Mark their position. Let me
know the second they move.

Aye, sir.
RO, try that frequency again.

Stuart Wiseman,
this is Australian warship.

Do not make your pick-up.

I say again, do not
make your pick-up.

It is booby-trapped.
Please respond. Over.

COMPUTER BEEPS

Boss, the speedboat's
vanished.

It was there one second,

now it's disappeared
off the screen.

Radar malfunction?

No, she's just gone.

Boss.

We're sure this is where
the second buoy was?

This is
the position as given.

And the radar showed
the vessel heaving to here?

Yeah.

That's it, then.
Yeah.

I wouldn't feel
too bad about it.

When it comes down
to them or you,

I'd rather it was them.

Hey, what's that?

Man in the water!

It must be Wiseman.
Let's get there, Nav.

OK. Over.

Roger, X.

Julian...

I'm sorry.

It's not good.
Stuart?

The bomb went off before
'Hammersley' got there.

I'm sorry, Julian.

I'm really, really sorry.

I gave you the buoy's position.
You said you'd save him.

Yeah, and we tried,
we really tried.

You didn't try hard enough,
did you?

Arggh! Arggh!

Get down!

Spider, behind you.

Don't even think about it,
Hawkie. I'm not in the mood.

Get down.

Right, that's you boys
until we get back to base.

Get up!

Move to the back of the boat.

Move!

Roger, sir.

ETA back to base 4.5 hours. Ta.

What now?

You gotta help
put these people in jail.

Because I'm so grateful
for what you've done?

They were prepared to kill both
of you as collateral damage.

Don't you want to
see them punished?

I can't make any promises.

But if you're prepared
to give evidence against them,

you might be able to cut a deal.

No-one was supposed
to get hurt.

Someone always gets hurt.

Oh, yeah? What would you know?

Nice middle-class chicks
like you

are born with
a silver spoon in your mouth.

Really?
Yeah.

What?

I've got a brother.

Well, I had a brother.

He got involved
in the drug scene.

He came to me
asking me for money.

I told him to get lost.

It was tough love, I thought.

Anyway, they found him
in his car,

dead with a needle
still in his arm.

Let's get started.

Gonna give me some names?

Do a deal, mate.

I sure as hell
don't want to rot in prison.

Start writing.

So the result your end

is three small-time
drug smugglers captured.

So far, sir, but we
haven't finished the job.

We're still in pursuit

of the animals
that triggered those bombs.

Right. And what's
the situation there?

We're between them
and international waters.

They're on our radar
and they're history.

Alright, well, keep me posted.

Contact still moving north.

Let's spoil their day.

Hands to boarding stations,

hands to boarding stations.

Assume damage control
state three, condition Yankee.

That'd be the drug bosses.

Hey, Buff.

Give 'em hell, mate.

Get your kit on.
You're entitled to this one.

I'd like to include Swain and
ET in the boarding party, sir.

Did they come to you about this?

No, they didn't, sir.

The men on board that cruiser
tried to kill them.

I'd like to give them
the satisfaction

of being in it at the end.

Unless you think there might be
a breach of discipline, sir.

No, Buffer.
No, I don't think that.

They're shipmates.

Listen up, team.
These people are killers.

We'll go in fast from behind
so they won't know we're coming.

Watch your backs.

Carry on, the seaboat.

MOTOR ROARS

Stay there. Do not move.

Chefo, Swain, ET, stay.

Who is the master
of this vessel?

Step forward.

I thought you'd like to meet
the men you tried to kill.

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

VELCRO RIPS

You can't let 'em touch us.
Can't I?

You tried to kill them.

No...

..they won't touch you.

In the navy,
that's what we call discipline.

Well done, guys.

Federal Police have asked me
to pass on their congratulations

for capturing the heads
of this drug syndicate.

Believe me, sir,
it was a pleasure.

Second that.

They seemed pretty keen
to get them into custody, sir -

airlifting them out by chopper.

Anyone would think
they didn't trust us.

Wouldn't take it
too personally, Buff.

They seem to
prefer to play things

close to their own chests.

Nevertheless, great work today.

Thank you, sir.

Customs
have already found

a trafficable quantity
of drugs, explosives

and radio gear used to
set off the explosive charges.

Enough to put
both the bosses away.

And the AFP are very pleased

with the names that Lieutenant
McGregor radioed through.

Looks like they're gonna
shut down the entire operation.

Good officer.

She'll make a good CO one day.

Still has some things
to learn, of course.

Well, that's why the brass
in Canberra posted her to you.

I thought it might be
to teach me a few things.

Well, maybe somebody thought

you could use
a bit of system management

and Lieutenant McGregor
could use a bit of pirate.

I see.

Look, nothing personal, Mike,

but if you want to
dabble in these grey areas,

don't be surprised
if Canberra sends you

a bit of black and white.

VOICE ON POLICE RADIO

Stuie! Stuie! Hey!

You said he was dead.

No, I said the bomb went off

before the 'Hammersley'
got there.

What, you lied to me?
You drew your own conclusion.

Remember what I said
about the feds.

Give them what they need and
maybe you'll survive that way.

Good luck.

Let's go, Spider.

Thank you.

I mean,
how cool is that?

I fully thought the dude's
brother was dead as well.

You know, she was
very, very convincing.

So that's how she got him
to give up the drug bosses?

Yeah, but it was
cooler than that.

I mean, like,
when he went for her,

she fully did this
combat action stuff

and just got him down,
handcuffed him straightaway.

It was amazing.

Wow, it sounds like the X
has a fan.

No, she just could've
saved our lives, that's all.

It's alright, Spider.
I remember my first crush too.

I don't like her, Chefo.

It's only natural -
she's a woman.

And you'll be a man one day.

Chefo, I don't like her.

It's not what the evidence
points to, Spide.

You suck.

Hey, Spide.
What?

You did well out there.

Thanks. You suck.

That sounds great.
I'll see you then.

X, about today, well done.

It was pretty
straightforward, sir.

That's not how Spider tells it.

He came through.

He was like,
"Don't even think about it."

I don't know
where he got that from.

Playing football?
Oh, so it's a guy thing.

Yeah.

And he's under the impression
that you're Wonder Woman.

Oh, you didn't
already know that?

You know, he'd do well
on big ships,

and I think,
in his own interest,

we should recommend him
for a transfer.

You want to steal my crew now?

What is it about
you and big ships?

They're where the action is.

You want to see more action
than you did today?

I meant career-wise.

So you're just
aching to go back?

The career path I've chosen

requires time as a warfare
officer aboard a frigate.

I thought you understood that.

You were sent here to learn.
You've started well.

Apart from running into things.

That could have
happened to anyone.

You?
Well, no.

But anyone else.

The brass have posted you here
for good reasons.

Don't let them or me down

by having all your focus
on the next step up the ladder.

Sir.

Oh, and, um...

..Spider said something
about your brother.

Brother?
The one who died.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

He's mistaken.
I never had a brother.

Oh. Must've got it wrong.

Mmm.

I take it you won't be
joining us at the pub.

Not tonight.

Goodnight, sir.

'Night, X.

Hi.

Hi.