All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E03

THUNDER CRASHES

Can't see a thing out there.

Can't see much in here either.

Can't work out
if I've got a contact

or if I'm just
tracking cloud or...

Hang on,
she's gonna pitch again.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

We've been hit!

The telegraphs are mismatched!

She's not answering
the helm, ma'am.

We're in danger of broaching!
We're gonna tip over!

Starboard 30.
Starboard 30!

Come on! Come on!

Rudder's locked at 10 degrees
to starboard, ma'am.

Select system two. Start both
steering motors.

No response.

And our power's going!

Steering gear failure,
steering gear failure.

Aft steering party, close up.

Aft steering party, close up!

After
steering party, closed up.

Roger. Starboard 30.

Starboard 30!

There's... still
no response, ma'am.

ENGINE DIES

We've lost all power.

Nav, sitrep.

Sir, rudder's locked
on 10 degrees to starboard.

If we can't hold course,
I'm afraid we could broach.

Priority's to restore power,
engines, then steering.

ET, get down
to the engine room.

- Tell Charge we need power now.
- Sir.

Forget that.
Get the starboard genny up.

Aft steering, sitrep!

What's happening?
Where's the power?

Port genny's blown.
We got a control air failure.

Everything's down!

Try now!

ENGINE REVS AND DIES

Again!

ENGINE REVS AND DIES

Come on, boys.
We need this one.

ENGINE REVS

ENGINE SPUTTERS TO LIFE

You little beauty.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

We've got power!
Let's get the old girl steady.

Starboard 30.
Starboard 30, sir!

30 starboard wheel on, sir!

Midships, port 30.

Midships... port 30!

Steer 3-4-0.

Course 3-4-0, sir.

Very good.

Looking a bit green
around the gills there, Spider.

Scared witless, more like.

Yeah, this storm is crazy.

Never seen so much lightning.

Lucky for us
Charge got the genny out,

otherwise we'd be as doomed
as the 'Flying Dutchman'.

The what?

It's a ghost ship, mate.

When a ship gets taken
by a storm like this,

its captain and its crew

are doomed to
sail the seas forever.

You've heard of the 'Flying
Dutchman', haven't you, Spide?

Yeah. Of course.

It's like
ancient history, right?

Well, there are others.

You only have to
look 'em up on the Net -

the 'Mary Celeste',
the 'Ourang Medan'.

Even more recently,
the, uh, 'Fantome'.

Did they...
go down in a storm like this?

Well, that's what
everyone thought

until the sightings started.

Seamen coming through
similar storms

have actually seen
some of these ghost ships.

You can tell because where
the sail should have been,

there's just
this really thin mist.

It's an omen of disaster

most often seen
during stormy weather.

Yeah, well...

..I don't believe in ghosts,
so, you know...

Bridge lookout!

B-B-Buff! Buff!
Get up here quickly!

What is it?

Uh, red 1-0, far.

I think it's a ghost ship.

It's a catamaran, idiot.

Oh.

Sails are untrimmed.
Looks deserted.

You been talking to Chefo again?

Nah.

It just... It's just
kinda spooky, that's all.

I'll report it to the captain.

If they've come through that
storm, they may need assistance.

Keep a good eye on it.

Yes, Buff.

Sir, I attempted
to contact the vessel.

There's no response.
Righto.

X, prepare a boarding party.

You want us to board now, sir?
It's a shipping hazard.

Can't leave it careering around
to hit someone else.

Sir.

Hands to boarding stations,
hands to boarding stations.

Hello?

Get those sails.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

Is anyone on board?

Is anyone there?

No notes, no logs.

Nothing to indicate

where the crew
disappeared to, or how.

Maybe they were swept over
during the storm.

The whole crew?

Well, what about thieves?

There doesn't appear
to be anything missing,

and there's a lot of
expensive equipment down there.

Ma'am, look at this.

Is that blood?

It could easily be an injury
sustained during that storm,

what with all this stuff
flying about.

Where have they gone?

The catamaran is registered
to a... Rory Kinsela, aged 40.

Left Broome on Friday,
and wife reported him missing.

Was he sailing alone?

Yeah.

Any contact with his wife
since he left port?

No, not a word, and, uh,

sounds like she won't be
hearing from him now.

I'm sure NAVCOM will come up

with a more diplomatic way
to tell her that.

Yeah, I'm sure we will.
Is that all?

No, it isn't. There are some
anomalies we need to look into.

Let me know what the wife
has to say.

Yes...

..sir.

Anomalies, sir?

Kinsela's been gone three days.

Why didn't he radio in?

Radio went in the storm.

Well, the XO said
it's still working.

Besides, the storm came up
last night.

What did he do
the first two days?

A man goes yachting
to get away from his wife.

Well, if he's gonna
call her every day,

he might as well stay at home.

Future Mrs Robert Dixon's
gonna be one lucky girl.

It appears your husband
must have fallen overboard

during the storm.

I'm very sorry, Mrs Kinsela.

Fallen?

We believe so.

My patrol boat captain
informs me

that the storm
came up very suddenly.

It may well be that your
husband was taken by surprise.

And fallen overboard?

Accidentally?

Well, we...

..we can't know for certain
exactly what happened, but...

But he didn't jump?

He didn't do it on purpose?

I'm sorry?

Yesterday was the anniversary
of our son's...

..his death.

A car accident two years ago.
He was six.

Rory's never been able
to get past it.

And... and yesterday
was the anniversary?

I know what you're
thinking, but...

..Rory wouldn't.

Losing our son,
being left behind -

he wouldn't make me
go through that again.

Explains why his wife hasn't
heard from him in two days.

At least with her son
she had a body to bury.

We'll start back.
See you in a couple of hours.

Ration packs,
compliments of Chefo.

Enjoy.
Not a chance.

See you back on land.
Ma'am.

Alright, Spide,
let's get this baby cranking.

Come on, mate,
it's not a luxury cruise.

I want to go home.

Spider?

ET, there's
a life jacket missing.

If he was trying
to drown himself,

why would he put on
a life jacket?

If Kinsela
went over by accident,

it must have been
when the storm hit.

Sails were up. The storm
clearly took him by surprise.

He had time to grab
a life jacket?

That's right.

You grab your jacket first,
then go for your sails.

So the wave hits
and he goes over.

The storm would have
hit the cat at midnight,

half an hour before us.

That puts Kinsela approximately
here when he goes overboard.

That would be midtide,
full moon spring tides,

with a max stream of two knots.

That puts him...
somewhere in this region.

Great, Nav.

Call ET and Spider.
Let them know what's happening.

Tell them to continue
back to port.

Are we really doing this, sir?

We really are.
Aye, sir.

RO, contact NAVCOM.

Request support
to conduct a full-scale search

for a single man overboard

based on a datum 45 miles east
of our present position.

Yes, sir.

Nav, take it away.
Top of the green.

Half ahead starboard.
Revolutions 5-4-0.

Steer 0-8-5.

Half ahead starboard.
Revolutions 5-4-0.

Sir, I'm worried
about the damaged engine.

Can we get to the search area
and back

on the starboard engine alone?

Yes, but we don't
have a lot of fuel.

We've been out 10 days,

and that storm
sucked up a lot of juice.

How much?
Full power, one engine,
two days.

That's one full day
for the search

and another to get back to base.

I'd prefer we headed
back now for repairs.

I'm sure Mr Rory Kinsela
from Broome

would prefer
he hadn't gone overboard.

We aren't gonna
leave him out there

for the sake of some fuel,
are we, Charge?

These yachties should
wear safety harnesses, sir.

A point you can make to him
when we find him.

IF we find him.

X.
After you, sir.

You have a point to make
about your independence, X?

I have a point to make
about wasting time

searching for a man who has
most likely killed himself.

You said he'd been out
of contact for two whole days

before the storm hit.

Suiciders don't use
life jackets.

There's no evidence
that he put one on.

The jacket could've been
washed over the side.

A lot of boats aren't properly
fitted out with jackets.

His wife said he'd leave a note.
Which also could've gone over.

Sir, four elephants and
a giraffe could've gone over.

We'd never know.

I think we can safely not bother
looking for any elephants.

The giraffe,
on the other hand...

My point is...

Sir.

Suicide candidates

are not necessarily
thinking rationally,

and neither are you.

My last XO is not on this ship
for quite a few reasons,

one of which
was his increasing habit

of leaving a large space

between any sentence he happened
to utter and the word 'sir'.

I have no question of
your expertise and skill... X.

But I'd suggest you pay a little
more attention to your syntax.

Yes, sir.

Now, I agree, it's a long shot.

But I am not sailing back

while there's a chance
that man is out there,

praying to God
that someone is bothered

to make an effort to find him.

Yes, sir.

The problem is, we don't know
exactly when he went overboard.

The storm hit around midnight,
raged for about three hours.

- That makes our search area huge.
- I tend to agree.

I mean, even if this guy
didn't intend to drown himself,

the chances of surviving
the ocean in a storm like that

are next to nothing.

So it's official, huh?
The boss is loco, ese?

Uh, ma'am.

Just discussing the pros and cons
of our current situation.

So I gather. Thank you, Swain.

However, may I suggest that
since none of you are the boss,

your time would be better spent

preparing to assist
with the search.

Yes, ma'am.

Buffer?
Ma'am?

When we reach
the designated area,

I want all hands on deck
in lookout positions,

binoculars up,
scanning the water.

Aye, ma'am.
I'll prepare a watch rotation.

Swain, I want you standing by
with first aid.

If we find this man, he's going
to need medical assistance.

I'll set up the wardroom.
Very good.

Chefo.
Yes, ma'am?

You can help him.

Unless there's anything else
you wanted to discuss?

No, ma'am.

Chefo.

ROPE CREAKS

Alright.

Let's take a squiz inside.

Should we?

You want to spend
the next two days on deck?

I'm hungry.

Yeah, but Chefo's
given us his ration packs.

Oh, I reckon we can
do better than that.

AEROPLANE ENGINE DRONES

Coastwatch.

Do you reckon
they'll find him, ET?

Do fish breathe air?

Do they?

Or does it count as air if you
breathe it through your gills?

Come on, Spide!

Oh, gross.

We're only two miles
inside the search radius, sir.

Thanks, Nav.

Curdled.

Whoa, isn't
curdled milk on a ship

supposed to mean bad luck?

Chefo, right?

Well, you can pretty much ignore
everything Chefo says,

with the exception of
"Grub's up," of course.

Besides, it's probably more bad
luck sailing a dead man's cat.

"Coolest Dad Ever".

This boat is probably, what,

five, six years old?

I reckon he bought it
when his son was born.

Kinsela's killed himself,
hasn't he?

We should have seen him by now.

Well, that's if the sharks
haven't gotten to him.

Sir, would you like me to have
Nav recheck her calculations?

No, X, there was nothing wrong
with the calculations.

Contact! Red 2-5. Distance far.

- Nav, come left, 2-4-5.
- Roger.

Port 20 steer, 2-4-5.

You hear that?
We've sighted the man.

Stand by to recover by swimmer.

Aye, sir.
Swimmer standing by.

Ahoy there!

Is he alive?

Yes, ma'am, he's alive.

Away, swimmer!

Great work on
that search plan, Nav.

Credit's yours,
if I may say so, sir.

You may not. It's a team effort.

Yes, sir.

Heave in
on the recovery line.

Avast!

Check away on
the recovery line.

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

How are you feeling?

He's sunburnt and dehydrated,
cuts and scrapes.

He got tossed around a bit
before he went over the side.

But he'll be OK?

Yes, sir. It's as you said.

The storm caught him
by surprise.

He got his life jacket on.

He was trying to get to
the sails when a wave took him.

RO, contact NAVCOM, inform them
we're bringing in Kinsela.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I was wrong.

Thankfully.

Yeah, you were.

Good news, Charge.
We're heading back.

Yeah. Might not make it, sir.

Port engine's still down,

and now I've got
an abnormal vibration

in the starboard shaft.

Must've run over
something in the storm.

So I need to
send a swimmer down

and see what the damage is.

Here?
Nah.

Too much rock'n'roll out there.

Nearest shelter, Nav?

Uh...

Bright Island is two hours
north of here at 10 knots.

Bright Island?

Can we get her there, Charge?

Do my best, sir.

Uh, sir, Bright Island
is still a crime scene.

Well, we don't need to land her,
do we, Charge?

No, no. Just need
some calmer water.

OK.

Set course for
Bright Island, Nav.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you so, so much.

We should have your husband back
here by this evening. Right?

Would you mind if I wait here?

I just... I couldn't bear
the hotel room.

No, of course. Able.
Thank you.

Lieutenant Commander Flynn
got lucky, sir.

Drifting man,
eight hours in the water.

Well-established datum,

based on a good appraisal
of wind and stream.

That's not luck.

Roger that. Over and out.

So he's alive, then?

I would've lost that bet.

Fish do breathe air, ET.

Yeah, sometimes pigs fly.

Well, young Spider,

you no longer need to worry

about exploiting
a dead man's possessions.

Now we can exploit
a live man's possessions.

Are we allowed?

Spider, until 10 minutes ago,

Rory Kinsela was never
gonna see this beer again.

Or anything else,
for that matter.

So I think
it's only appropriate

that we celebrate his
good health with a bottle of...

Imported. Nice one.

We're going topside.

Are you sure it's OK?

What if I call a beer issue?
Can you do that?

As senior member present,
I just have.

For officers sailing
a no-longer-dead man's vessel

back to port.

Yeah, but I'm not an officer.

I'll have yours, then.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Looks like you might have
a couple of broken ribs,

but there's really not much
we can do about that here.

Get the doctor to check you out
when we get back to base.

You bouncing around the cabin
or something?

Lucky man, surviving that storm.

There you go. Drink that.

Your wife will be very happy
to see you, Mr Kinsela.

- She's waiting at the naval base.
- We'll patch through a call.

My voice is not good.

OK. Drink up.

Do something about
those lips, eh, mate?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Sir, Bright Island ahead.

Recommend we close up
specials and cable party.

Very good, Nav.

You might want to
take a look at this, sir.

Special sea dutymen

and cable party, close up...

Feds.

Looks like it, sir.

I dropped off two agents,
but I can see another six.

What the hell are they doing?

Breeding, sir?

Maybe they found
something suspicious.

Maybe they did.

Why do they need
that many agents to figure it out?

Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

Agent Murphy.

I gave orders that no-one
was to come on the island.

It's a crime scene.

So you have found
something, then?

Not at all.
Then why the reinforcements?

A lot of people
investigating nothing.

That's Federal Police business.

I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

Sorry, can't.
And why not?

Engine repairs.
Propeller needs looking at.

Well, no need to
actually land, then.

I'm testing my nav light arcs.

May have been some misalignment
in the storm.

Need a line of sight ashore.

Don't you need to be
alongside a wharf to do that?

Got to work with what we've got.

What's your ETD?

- Should be gone in two hours.
- Murphy!

Nav light arc, sir?

What do you think?

If I didn't know better,
I would have believed you.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Rory.

Mr Kinsela.

How are you feeling?

Alive.

You said that you were
out at sea for two days

before the storm hit.

You didn't radio your wife.

Would you like to
talk to her now?

That's OK.

You get your strength back.

The cat - what happens to that?

Two of our sailors
are sailing it back.

Well, can't you just...

..put me back on it?

I'm sorry,
it doesn't work like that.

And they're already
two hours ahead of us.

Don't worry.
They're very capable.

Your boat's in good hands.

Rest up.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Come on, Spider.

How long does it take
to find some more biscuits?

He's not gonna
keep them in there, is he?

What?

That's a lot of rice crackers.

15,000. Plus?

Plus 12,950.

That equals...?
That's a lot. A lot.

So, uh...

..what do we do now?

What do you mean?

Well, the X hasn't mentioned
anything about this money.

Which means Kinsela
hasn't mentioned the money,

which means...

..this is dodgy money.

Right.

Which means it doesn't exist.

Which means no-one's
gonna know if it just...

..disappears.

Now, a young sailor
like yourself,

you could do a lot
with... $10,000.

What, 10?!

Well, you're the junior.

What's the matter?

I just don't remember reading
anything about this before.

Well, in the navy values.

Shouldn't we just give it back?

- Well done, Spider.
- Well done.

That's exactly what we're gonna
do. We're gonna give it back.

So... get on the radio,
get onto 'Hammersley'.

You tell 'em what we've found.

Uh, Charlie 2,
this is 'Alacrity'. Over.

'Alacrity',
this is X-ray 2. Go ahead.

We don't really
need to be here, do we, sir?

You got a problem
with islands, Buffer?

Just this island, sir.

Anything in particular?
Oh, not really.

Just the whole dead marine
biologist crime scene thing.

Come a long way from home
to pick up rubbish, sir.

Haven't they? All these
feds here for a week.

That's an expensive operation.
I don't get it.

What could be going on here

that requires
this level of interest?

Charlie 2,
this is X-ray 2.

Repairs on port engine
complete.

Charge is happy to assume
15 minutes notice for sea.

Reports engine is up
and ready to go. Over.

This is Charlie 2. Roger.

Saw your diver come up.

Propeller all fixed, then?
Just got the word.

And you solved that whole
line-of-sight navigation issue?

Lights are working perfectly.

What about you?
Find what you were looking for?

Oh, just cleaning up.

We'll be off the island
by tonight.

Looks like there's nothing here
to worry about after all.

Have a good trip.

What do you do
when a federal agent

tells you not to worry, Buff?

Worry like hell, sir.

Oh, sir.

ET and Spider found a briefcase
full of money on the boat.

$28,000.

Lot of money
for a weekend away.

Well, sir, shouldn't we
at least ask Kinsela about it?

It's not our business.

Sir, no-one takes that
sort of money out on a boat

unless they're
up to something dodgy.

Perhaps he was
planning to leave his wife.

Well, doesn't she have
a right to know that?

People break up, Kate.
I know that, sir.

X.

Some things go the way they go.

Just leave it.

Cloves?
No, it's cardamon.

That'll be Chefo's
Madras curry.

He's going all out.

Well, I think you'll find

he wants to make up for
the scratch breakfast, sir.

Is that for me?

It's the Missing Persons report
you wanted from the police.

Thank you.
I told you to drop it.

Sir, I...

If the money's dodgy, it's evidence
in a police investigation,
not a navy matter, is that clear?

Perfectly.

Sent through a photo
of Rory Kinsela.

I know what he looks like.

I don't think you do, sir.

Where's Rory Kinsela?

He's dead.

So who are you?

Steve. Steve Jackson.

Rory's my mate, my best mate.

Well, he was.

What happened?

Well, we were drinking
when the storm hit.

Tried getting our act together.

I got a jacket. He didn't.

The wave took him.

So he was washed overboard?
We both were.

I tried to save him, but
the waves were just enormous.

He disappeared.

So why did you tell us
you were Rory Kinsela?

I didn't. You assumed.

You didn't try to correct me.

I didn't know what to say
to his wife.

To Marie.

Why didn't you tell us to look
for him when we picked you up?

You survived. He might have too.

Not without a jacket.

And the money?

What money?

The $28,000 we found
in a briefcase on the boat.

That's why you wanted to be
put back on, isn't it?

So you could take the money
and sail off.

What?

Mr Jackson...
X.

You...

The police are gonna
want to talk to you

when we get back to port.

Sure.

So you haven't got Kinsela?

No, sir.

So now I'm gonna have to tell
his wife that he's dead... again.

I'm afraid so, sir.

I'll get the cops
to meet you alongside,

and they can work out what
this Jackson's up to, alright?

He's killed his mate, hasn't he?
For the money.

Maybe.

Why didn't he tell us
the money was his?

Kinsela's not around
to dispute it.

Well, then he'd have to
explain what he's doing

with $28,000 in cash,

and this way
he gets away with it.

So, what was Kinsela doing
with 28,000 in cash?

Well...
It's academic.

We're not police.

So we just let him go?

What else can we do?

There's no body, nothing to
prove his story isn't true.

And he gets away with it.

The blood.

There was a stain on a mat
outside the cabin.

Steve Jackson, he didn't
have that sort of injury.

It must be Rory Kinsela's.

I'll contact ET and Spider.

I'm sure the police will
want to analyse that blood.

'Alacrity', this is
'Hammersley'. Over.

Uh, roger that, X. Out.

Spider?
Here!

Spider? Spider, we've...

Look at that -
clean as a whistle.

See ya.
Hey...

Hey, guys, guess what
Spider's just done.

Chefo, as you can see,
we're playing a game here,

and every time you interrupt,

I lose concentration
and Swaino wins.

I'm sorry, Buff.
You're gonna want to hear this.

You remember the blood
you found on the catamaran?

Spider found it, yeah.
Yeah.

Well, it was evidence, and Spider,
the tool, just cleaned it up.

He what?
Yeah.

X is fuming.

Apparently it was the only thing
to prove Jackson's lying.

Good one, Spider.

Mate, glad he's in your
division. It's gonna be messy.

I'd better go.
Don't want to miss the fun.

I win, by the way.

I'm gonna kill Chefo.

HORN BLARES

Hear that, Spider?

Yeah, it's
the land approach signal.

No, that's the sound of our
careers going down the toilet.

Oh, come on.
We didn't even know.

Put the fenders out.
Give me a hand?

It's not that difficult, Spider.

What's this?

Looks like one of the sheets
from the jib.

Must have come loose
during the storm.

It's stuck on something.

I think it's wrapped around
the anchor line.

What the...?

Oh, man.

It's Kinsela, isn't it?

We found your friend.

Where?
Where you put him.

Caught in the ropes
off the side of the boat

with a knife wound in his chest.

Jackson.

Steve Jackson was on the boat?

Your husband didn't tell
you he was taking his mate out?

My husband didn't tell me
a lot of things.

Not in the last two years.

Is there any reason to believe

that Mr Jackson would
want to hurt your husband?

No, no. Steve would walk over
broken glass for Rory.

They've been friends
since high school.

He was acting really strange.

Came to tell me he was
taking the boat out,

but he wouldn't say where
or for how long, and...

He didn't want me on board.

But I couldn't let him
go out alone,

'cause I knew it was his son's
anniversary, and I thought...

..he might be going out there
to jump.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

We'd been out two nights,

we were kicking back,
having a few beers...

..and he tells me
that he's leaving her.

He'd cleaned out
their bank account

and was heading for Singapore.

I... I couldn't believe
that he would do that to Marie

after everything
that she's been through.

So I...

I grabbed the wheel.

He tried to stop me.

We're throwing punches,
and the next thing...

..he's lying there
with a knife in him.

I...

I don't even know where
it came from, you know? I...

So, what were you gonna do?

You're gonna take the money,
take his boat...

No, there was no plan.
I didn't have any time to think.

The storm was right on us.

I was washed overboard.
I thought Rory was too.

I'm sorry, I still
don't understand why.

I mean, you said
he was your best mate.
Because he didn't deserve her!

He didn't deserve her.

Sir, signal
just in from NAVCOM.

The police will meet us there
to collect Jackson when we dock.

OK, when will that be?
Uh, 30 minutes.

X, can I ask your advice?

I, uh, didn't think
that you would appreciate my...

..'independent view', sir.

Oh, this isn't about
a command decision or syntax.

It's more personal.

OK.

When we dock,
I suspect Marie Kinsela

will want to speak with me.

If I were her, I would.

What do you think
I should tell her?

The truth.
All of it?

Finding out later
won't make it any easier.

There's no... gentler option?

Not from my personal
point of view, sir, no.

OK. Thanks.

Have you told Marie
he was going to leave her?

Well, don't, please.
She doesn't deserve to know.

Might help her to understand
why you did it.

Oh, yeah, and find out
what a rat her husband was?

She loved him.

Have you ever been
in love, Captain?

There's no happy ending
here, Captain.

Her husband's still dead.

Like her son.

Sir, I got a message
from NAVCOM.

Wife insists
on talking to you.

CAR DOORS SLAM, ENGINE STARTS

Thank you for your time,
Mrs Kinsela,

and once again,
our deepest condolences.

Best mates, hey? What a mess.

Good call out there today,
Mike, finding Jackson.

How's 'Hammersley'?

Charge will have the boys
working all night.

We'll be right to sail.

I saw Greg Murphy on Bright Island.

Had a lot of feds with him.
What's going on?

Listen, Mike, I'm not privy
to the comings and goings

of every branch
of law enforcement.

Well, they must think
there's something on the island

that explains the death
of that marine biologist

a few weeks ago.

I don't know what they think,
and I don't think you need to.

Sailors and
conspiracy theories -

they just love 'em!

Well, it's only a conspiracy theory
when there isn't something going on.

Mike, surely that's one thing

we've learned from this mess
with Rory Kinsela.

Things aren't always
what they seem.

Sir.
X.

Oh, have you spoken
with Marie Kinsela?

I certainly have.

You did the right thing,
telling her.

She deserved to know.
Even if the truth hurt her?

I think sometimes not knowing
hurts more.

You catching up with the team
later on?

Uh, no. Just dinner.

Alone?

Well, I have some reading
to catch up on, while I eat.

You?

Work to do.

Right. Sir.

Kate...

It can be first names
while we're ashore.

Yes...

..sir.