All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E06

THUNDER RUMBLES

Can you give us
any more revs, Charge?

Temps
are on the high side

and the props are coming clear
in the roughest.

But I reckon she'll cope
with a few more.

OK, roger.

ENGINES RUMBLE

Do you hear there?
Captain speaking.

You'll be pleased to know we're
nearly through the worst of it

and we'll have clear skies
by morning.

"Oh! My baby!
You kiss me! Kiss me!"

Unlike some of us, ET,
I've got standards.

I reckon that Buffer's
a one-fish kind of guy.

Yee-hee!

Righto, you lot!

I want these uppers clear
for a freshwater washdown!

Spider, you're in charge!
Yes, Buff!

That storm overnight
sure made a mess.

You ever seen it
blow as big, ET?

Mate, I slept like a baby.
Didn't feel a thing.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

You're pulling my chain, right?

The waves were massive.
They were at least 20 metres.

20 metres, eh, Spide?

You sure you weren't
asleep too?

Squid for breakfast!

Looks like we did some
illegal fishing in that storm.

You were saying?

I believe you, Spider.

How else did we get
all this seafood up here?

Hey!

There's something big floating
in the water right ahead!

200 yards!

Attention, bridge!
Attention, bridge!

RO reports something
in the water dead ahead.

I have a visual.

Captain has the ship. Port 30.
Stop both engines.

Port 30. Stop both engines.

100 yards and closing
right ahead.

30 port along, sir.
Both engines stopped.

Very good.
Full astern both engines!

Full astern both engines.
ENGINES WHIRR

Let's go take a look.

Stop both engines.

Stop both engines.

A standard dry van,
by the looks of it.

Swept off the deck of
a container ship in the storm?

Or a smaller coastal trader.

That was
a fortunate miss, boss.

An understatement, Nav.

Probably would have
breached our hull.

Take the con back, X.

Put us bow into the wind,
downwind of the container.

Don't want us floating into it.

Good eyes, RO. Or should
that be ship's lookout?

Just a lucky spot, sir.

We'll need to record
the container's serial number

before we decide
what to do with it.

Who's up for a recce? It'll mean
one of you in the drink.

Suit up, RO.

He always goes paper.

Well, can't get any closer.

If we catch this thing
on any sharp edges,

we'll be swimming home.

So... I'll, uh, keep an eye out
for sharks.

It's a 20-foot isotainer.

I mean, I can't see a BIC Code.

Alright!
I'll go have a look!

Right.

Charlie 2, this is Romeo 2.

There doesn't appear to be any
numbers on the container. Over.

Roger, Romeo 2.
We might have to sink it. Over.

Whoa! What about
maritime salvaging rights?

It could be a Ferrari
inside this thing.

And who's going to
drive it back to base, Romeo?

You?

According to Customs,

there's been no report of a ship
losing cargo, but who knows?

So it's been in the water
awhile.

Want me to prep
a gunnery shoot, sir?

I'd prefer to know
what's inside it first, Buff.

We don't want to create
an environmental hazard.

As opposed to
a shipping hazard.

You've got a point, X.
Prep the 50-cal.

Aye-aye, sir.

There's an open hatch
on the underside.

Yeah? What's in it?

Nothing.
It's just full of water.

So, what's keeping it afloat?

Uh... an air pocket?

Romeo 2, this is Charlie 2.

Any luck with the serial number?
Over.

Uh, negative, sir.

But RO reports
the container is empty. Over.

Oh, that's good news.
Head back to 'Hammersley', ET.

We're going to sink the
container with the machine gun.

Roger.

Hey, ET? Do you see that?

Yeah.
Some sort of... vent.

So?

Well, these things are
normally sealed airtight.

Keep the moisture out.

There'll be plenty
of moisture inside

when the 50-cal's had its way -
come on.

No, I'm going to swim
underneath, inside it.

See what's keeping it
above the waterline.

You said it's an air pocket.

With a vent on the top,
all the air would have escaped.

No, no, RO, RO, RO!
Don't... Oh, you...!

50-cal gun's crew -

close up, clear away, provide
ammunition to the mount.

Providing ammunition
to the mount.

Alright. I'm taking bets to see
how many rounds it'll take.

My money's on a single shot.

One shot for me.
Trust the Spider.

I vote for three.

I think you boys might miss
the first couple.

Whoo! Nav doesn't think much
of our gunnery skills.

Let's focus on the job at hand.

Sorry, boss.

If the navy permitted a wager...

..I'd bet on two rounds
of the 50-cal.

I'm with you, sir.

There's a false bulkhead
about halfway in.

There must be a recess of air
above that keeping it buoyant.

Oh, right.
You mean an AIR POCKET!

Come on.

It's got a false wall, ET.
It suggests smugglers.

Or a partition
to separate the goods.

Come on. Let's get in the boat.
We're going.

What are they doing out there,
having a fish?

Give 'em the hurry-up, X.

Romeo 2, we've got a
waypoint to make by lunchtime.

Hurry it up.
Roger.

You heard the lady. Come on.

COUGHING

R...

God!
What's this clown doing now?

Hello?!

Do you have
a problem there, ET?

Negative, sir. No problem.

What are you doing?

RO, get back in the boat!

I heard something. It sounded
like someone coughing.

It might be water
swishing around, but...

What the hell is he doing?

What the hell are you doing?!

ET, I'm starting to lose
my patience.

I want you to order RO
into the RHIB. Over.

Hello!
This is the Australian Navy!

Is there anybody in there?!

RO, if you don't get back
inside this boat, I swear...

THUMPING

THUMPING

Uh... Charlie 2,
this is Romeo 2.

We're going to need some
bolt-cutters here immediately.

There seems to be someone
trapped inside the container.

Over.

There's more than one.
Not certain of the language.

Could be Vietnamese,
could be Mandarin.

RO reports
there's more than one inside.

Unsure of nationality.

Roger that.

Prepare the quarterdeck.

METAL CREAKS

SLAM!
Ow!

Hey. Hey, hey.
T-take it easy, guys.

Take it easy.
Just a little at a time, OK?

Stay warm.

It's OK. It's OK.

Passport here.

North Korean.

You're Korean? North Korean?

Pyongyang.

Hey, RO? How's your Korean?

About as good as my Swedish.

Imagine getting stuck
in a tin can like that.

No wonder they're freaked out.

At least
they can have a wash now,

get rid of some of that stink.

Why can't they just have
a shower in the juniors?

Spider, it's against
quarantine regulations.

They have to remain
on the quarterdeck.

It just doesn't seem right,
that's all.

You really want to share your
rack with some smelly illegal?

Great.

Hey, RO. Why don't you go below,
get out of your stinger suit?

I'm alright.

It wasn't a request.

Five North Korean nationals.

All in need of varying degrees
of medical treatment.

- None serious.
- Your ETA at base, sir?

1600.

Roger. We'll have
ambulances standing by.

Sir, we've just received
radio communication

from a registered vessel,
MV 'Moonshine',

requesting a rendezvous.

What's their trouble?

I couldn't quite make it out.
Their radio must be playing up.

It was a very garbled
transmission.

Position?
10 miles south-west of us.

Roger.

We'll rendezvous with them
on our way back to base.

Aye, sir.

WATER RUNS

Yeah, about, uh,
10 mile north-east of here.

We nearly ran into it
in the storm last night.

Uh, sir, uh, the gentlemen

aboard fishing vessel
'Moonshine'

are reporting
a derelict shipping container.

You'll be happy to know we've
already dealt with it, fellas.

Ah, right, yeah.

We would've blown it out of the
water if we had the firepower.

Looks like you've got just about
everything else on that boat.

Yeah. Yeah, she's a beauty,
isn't she?

Named her after
my very famous home-brew.

Hey, Spider, is that you, mate?

How are you going? How were
those crabs we gave you?

They're talking about seafood.

No, they gave me some crabs
on Bright Island.

Chefo, tell them about
the crabs in the freezer.

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

Well, then, hooroo, Spider.
Keep up the good work, mate.

- See you later, fellas!
- See you, mate!

Spider.

Sir?

You met those fishermen
on Bright Island?

Uh, yes, sir. When we were
rescuing the marine biologist.

They gave me a bag of crabs
they'd been collecting.

It's a pretty flash boat for
a couple of crab-harvesters.

They were
pretty nice crabs, Charge.

Sir, uh, the Buffer said
you were down here.

Just decoding a deltext.

Uh, none of the North Koreans
speak any English,

so getting any useful
information out of them

is almost impossible.

That's a job for Immigration.
Mm-hm.

The fishermen just now,
and Spider's crabs -

I noticed you
eyeballing their boat.

Can't get away from
Bright Island, can you?

Do you still think
there's more to that place

than the official word?

I'm still unclear as to why
the feds are involved.

Well, I'm sure if something
serious was going on there,

they'd never have let Ursula
Morrell back on the island.

You'd think so.

Although...

..Ursula seems
to have disappeared.

And I can't locate her.

If you're really concerned,

you should definitely
notify the feds about it.

This is from Marshall.

Informing me that
Robert's father has died.

What?

Taking over my duties, sir?

Um... take a seat, RO.

RO, one of the most difficult
aspects of my job

as commanding officer
of this ship

is... having to give people
bad news.

How can I help you, sir?

It's my unfortunate duty
to inform you

that your father...
has just passed away.

Please accept
my deepest condolences

on behalf of myself and
of the entire ship's company.

Sorry.

I thought for a second then
you were going to sack me.

Hey.
Hey.

How are they?

Well, Swain says it's only
minor cuts and abrasions.

But, um...
he's doing the best he can,

but he hasn't got much
to work with.

Well, that's all anyone can ask.
Yeah.

Well, if you ask me,

I think their problems go a lot
further than the physical.

Mmm. Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
You can't be up here.

If you just come with me.

It's alright. You...
It's OK. It'll be OK.

Oh! That's alright.
I've got it.

OK. It's yours. That's yours.

Just back to the quarterdeck.

Thank you.

Is there anyone
you want to call, RO?

No.

You can organise leave
when we get back to port.

I'll pierhead-jump
a replacement.

If it's all the same with you,
sir, I'd rather keep working.

Well, you'll need some time off.
At least for the funeral.

I won't be going
to any funeral, sir.

I'd better get back to work.

OK, RO.

Er, by the way...

..well done this morning.

Thank you, sir.

Do you have ANY insight
into what just happened then?

Oh, you mean
the absolute lack of reaction?

Yeah.
Unfortunately not.

I don't have any idea
of RO's family circumstances,

but that was... disturbing.

And he doesn't make you
feel like you can ask.

It's like there's
this brick wall.

For a communicator, he is...
strangely uncommunicative.

Well, people react to loss
in different ways, I guess.

His father couldn't be that old.
Maybe he's in shock.

In which case, there may be
a delayed reaction.

Ah, that's true.
We should be alert for it.

It could become
a duty of care issue.

Keep an eye on him, X.
Yeah.

Get your stinking sack
out of my face.

Hey, you right, mate?

Swain!

He's bleeding!

Where from?

Hey. What's going on?
It's his arm.

We've got to get him down below.
Can you grab the kit, mate?

You've got him.

Alright. Sit him up here.

OK.

Robert? Robert?
You still with us?

Robert?

He must have cut his arm
opening up that container.

He was fine when he got back
to the boat, though.

Yeah, but salt water, the
compression of the stinger suit

could have stemmed
the blood flow for a bit.

- Hey, Robert?
- What?

Wake up.
Oi!

I'm alright.

You did a shocking job
of wrapping this, mate.

Yeah, well, I only had one arm.

Oooh!

I don't have the equipment or
the expertise to deal with this.

This needs proper cleaning
and suturing.

No, stuff it.
Just wrap it tight and...

COMMOTION OUTSIDE

- Oh, no, no, no!
- Come back here!

I help.
Sir, sir...

I... I...
Come this way.

Come with me, please.
I doctor. I... doctor.

I... I help.

Doc... tor.

I... help.

It looks
pretty good to me.

I don't think
I'm going to touch it.

You're not going to restitch it?

What for?

The stitches are neat.
They're clean.

They're excellent, in fact.
I couldn't improve on that.

I'm just going to give you
a little jab.

The file says you're due
for a tetanus.

So... whose fine needlework
is this, anyway?

Your ship's medical officer?
Hmm?

Dixon.

Glad you had that bag.

You speak English?

Yes... er, some.

You should have told us.

It would have... helped us

communicate a little better
with you.

Afraid.

Uh... sent back... Pyongyang.

Uh... arrest by... government.

Uh... shot.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Still...

Anyway, I just wanted
to say thank you.

Uh, uh... boat, er...

SHIP. You find?

The ship that you were on? No,
we haven't, but we're looking.

The navy, Coastwatch.

You must find.

O... others on ship.

What? There are...
sorry, other people?

Other... other people
being smuggled?

Other, uh... box.

My... my wife, son.

You... you must find.

You must find. Please.

Please.

So, how good is
this man's English?

Rudimentary, sir,
but I've gathered

there are four of them
on the second container,

including his wife
and teenage son.

All wanting a better life.

Sir, we have to find that
container, rescue these people.

Coastwatch is on the lookout...

No, sir, I mean... that
'Hammersley' should join in,

now that we know
there are others on board.

I appreciate
your enthusiasm, RO,

and I'll certainly
contact NAVCOM.

Thank you, sir.

In the meantime, RO... you
should take some time ashore,

attend your father's funeral.

I'd prefer to stay
aboard 'Hammersley', sir,

and help in the search
for the missing illegals.

I've got to admit, RO,

I'm having trouble
understanding the rationale.

You know you're entitled
to compassionate leave.

With... respect, sir,
it's quite simple.

My father's dead.

Going to his funeral
isn't going to change that.

But these people
are still alive.

I can make a difference here.

According
to the statement

this Dr Soong gave Immigration,

they boarded the boat
in Denpasar

and you plucked them
out of the ocean, what, there?

Correct, sir.

Which gives a likely route and
an area to focus our search on.

Now, it's my guess
the smugglers will let them off

somewhere east of Darwin.

If they haven't
done so already.

That's a reasonable
assumption, sir.

What? You don't agree with it?

The news of the Koreans
is already over the wire.

Now, they'll know that we've
surmised their likely route

and the coast east of here is
going to be heavily monitored.

So, where are they heading?

Well, if I was
master of the ship...

..I'd turn south-west and look
for somewhere off this coast.

It's an awfully long
coastline, sir.

Oh, look, 'Hammersley' can
have a look in the south-west.

Get onto Coastwatch,

get them to get a plane up
at first light.

Thanks, sir.

Agent Murphy.
Commander.

You seem to be living here.

Oh, just tidying up
some paperwork.

Actually, I've been meaning
to talk to you.

Have you heard anything recently
from Ursula Morrell?

The marine biologist?

Well... it seems you know her a
hell of a lot better than I do.

Why would I
have heard from her?

I have reason to believe
that she may have disappeared.

From her home or from the city?

All I know for certain is she's
moved out of her apartment.

Well, it's a free country.

People move out of apartments
all the time.

What if it wasn't voluntary?

Then... ..it's a matter
for local cops, mate.

If you're concerned,
file a missing persons report.

Oh, I just thought you might be
interested, that's all.

Given that she's connected
with your investigation.

What investigation?

The mysterious poisoning of
her colleague on Bright Island.

Not so mysterious.
Tragic accident.

Oh, that was your conclusion,
was it?

Ah, Greg.
Good timing.

I'm sorry. Have you finished?

Yeah. We're finished.

ENGINES WHIRR

Coastwatch have ID'd three
vessels within our search area

that have containers
on their decks.

Here, here... and here.

This one is the 'Kamakura
Express', out of Nagasaki.

She did berth at Denpasar,
but she's around 7,000 TEU.

Too big to have lost
a container.

These other two are smaller
coastal traders -

the 'Prins Alexander'
and the 'Pacific Mariner'.

We're unsure
of their ports of call.

OK. Plot us a course
to the nearest vessel, Nav.

If one of these ships
has lost a container,

it shouldn't be too hard
to tell.

Once we're close.

Er, could you give me
a little bit of space here, RO?

Sorry, ma'am.

Coming up
on our first contact, sir.

Roger that, Nav.
RO, commence contact procedure.

I have a visual.
Green five... far.

I took your advice, by the way.

Spoke to Agent Murphy
about Ursula Morrell.

I didn't get much joy there,
but at least I tried.

He didn't think her
disappearance was suspicious?

He didn't seem to react

when I told him
she'd vacated her apartment.

Are you saying th...

What ARE you saying?

I find it strange

when someone ups and leaves
without even a goodbye.

Is that right?

You really do see things

in terms of black and white,
don't you, X?

The 'Pacific Mariner'
is slowing, sir.

I can see that, RO.

And she's missing a container
off her deck.

Request to be part
of the boarding party, sir.

Go for it.

OUTBOARD MOTOR REVS

Australian Navy, sir.
Anyone else on board?

Uh, the crew.

Let me give you a hand there.
Uh, that won't be necessary.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor from
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

And your name is?
Richard Gallagher.

Call me Rick.

Are you master of this vessel,
Mr Gallagher?

And its owner.

We've been tasked
under the Customs Act

to search vessels in this area.

Would you be able to tell me
what's in these containers?

I'll show you if you like.
Thank you.

The captain looks a bit
of a rogue. In a good way.

I can see to the back.

No false wall.

Are you missing any containers?

Uh, we unloaded
these two yesterday.

All in order here, X.

And, uh, what about this one?

Are you the commander
of the ship?

Executive officer.

2IC?

Island Spring Water.
Yeah. It's not a bad drop.

I'd offer you all a bottle,

but, uh... the container's
not refrigerated.

These crates are stacked
too tight to see in.

We'll have to
pull them all out.

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

I can't see all the way
to the back, ma'am.

I'm satisfied they're not here.

I'm not, ma'am.

I recommend that we empty
the container.

Your recommendation is noted.
Let's wrap things up here.

Ma'am, I really insist we
at least take some of these...

Leader, return to the RHIB.

They might still be in there.
Leader...

They could still be alive!
Return to the RHIB now.

I apologise for that.

No need.

You handled it really well.

Thank you.

No. Thank YOU.

It's not every day
I'm boarded by the navy.

You've given me a great story
to tell down the pub tonight.

Oh!

Uh, report in
from Coastwatch, sir.

They've spotted
a derelict vessel adrift

a few miles south
of our position.

They can't raise anyone on VHF.

Thanks, Spide.

X-Ray 2, this is Charlie 2.
Anything to report there? Over.

Negative, sir. Everything
seems to be in order here. Over.

Then it's time to head home, X.
Charlie 2 out.

ET. Let's go.

I hope you find
what you're looking for.

You wanted
to see me, ma'am?

Come in.

I don't appreciate
my authority being tested

as you did on that boarding.

I will not tolerate it.

Yes, ma'am.

I realise
I overstepped the mark.

It was out of concern
for the missing Koreans.

Yes. Your sensitivity
has been obvious to everyone.

Now, I am going to overlook it -

this time only,
in view of your circumstances.

What circumstances?

Your recent bereavement.

I can only assume it caused you
to behave irrationally.

You're wrong about that...
Zip it, RO.

Take advantage of my compassion
on THIS occasion.

X?

Ma'am!
I am warning you...

I'm not feeling grief.
I'm relieved.

My father was a mongrel.

He was emotionally
and psychologically abusive.

He was a drunk.

And I'm relieved he's dead,
because it gives me closure.

Now, I...

..I understand that
that must seem strange to you.

I know that
family relationships

aren't supposed to be
like that.

But mine...

..mine w...

RO...

..I'm very sorry.

Ma'am, I'm not looking
for your sympathy.

I'm only telling you this

because I feel I owe you an
explanation for my behaviour.

Your explanation is accepted.

You haven't heard it yet.

Dr Soong's a decent man

and I wanted to help
reunite him with his family.

He's a man that DOES deserve
to have a child.

Derelict vessel is
stationary. Range, 1,000 yards.

Fishing vessel on my port bow,
this is Australian warship.

Channel 1-6. Over.

RADIO STATIC

Captain Rick, eh?

Looked cute at long distance.

Pretty average up close,
though, right?

Very average.

FAIDEX, X.

Do you hear there? XO speaking.

We haven't been able
to raise the adrift vessel.

We're going to investigate
whether assistance is required.

Hands to FAIDEX stations.
Hands to FAIDEX stations.

That derelict fishing boat
looks kind of familiar, sir.

It certainly does.

It belongs to
your fishing mates.

X-Ray 2, this is Charlie 2.
What have we got? Over.

There's no sign
of the two fishermen.

And the boat -
it's been ransacked.

Ransacked?

Yeah. Totally cleaned out.

Fairly suspicious,
wouldn't you say?

X. Console's a mess.

GPS, radar,
fish-finder, sat phone

all ripped out of
their housings.

What do you reckon? Pirates?

What, in these waters?

Anything's possible.

X!

You need to see this.

Can't believe it, eh?

I was only speaking
to the guy yesterday.

What happened
to his mate, Carl?

If armed bandits ransacked
the boat and murdered Sam,

you'd think we'd have found
Carl's body as well.

Unless this Carl bloke
had something to do with it.

It's crap, ET. You saw them.
They were mates.

I was below when they rocked up.
I didn't see anything.

How well do you know
these guys, Spider?

Oh, apart from yesterday,
I'd only met them the once,

on Bright Island.

But they seemed like
pretty cool dudes.

Yeah, well, look, you know,

we don't know what happened
on that boat.

They could have
taken Carl with them,

as a hostage or something.

Well, can't we keep searching,

instead of going after
this container ship, Buff?

No. The feds' jurisdiction
now, mate.

We've got our own job to do.

We conducted a handover of
the boat to the Federal Police.

But waiting for them
has cost us precious time.

I understand that, Mike,

but we have to bow
to proper procedure.

Uh, what's your current status?

We're on a sou'-westerly course

to intercept the second vessel
of interest.

OK. We've had no luck
in the Arafura Sea.

Getting a lot of stick
from Canberra.

Just keep me informed.
Will do, sir.

And if there's any news
from the feds on Carl Davies,

I'd appreciate it
if you pass it on.

Roger, mate.

Contact is still bearing 2-1-5.
Speed, steady at 12 knots.

Range, 10 nautical miles.

Would you like me
to try and raise them, sir?

Negative, X. I don't want them
picking up steam.

Us, on the other hand -
increase 24.

Revolutions, 8-8-0.

I have a visual
right ahead.

Target's picked up speed.

She's now on a course of 2-0-5.

Speed, 15 knots.

That'll be her top speed.

Port 10. Steer 2-0-0.

Let's make
our introductions, Nav.

'Prins Alexander',
this is Australian warship.

Stop. Heave to.
I intend to board you.

CONSOLE BEEPS
Course 2-0-0, sir.

Very good.

'Prins Alexander',
this is Australian warship.

Stop. Heave to...

'Prins Alexander'.

You have NO permission
to come aboard! NO permission!

That's what he thinks.
Make sure the gunner's visible.

Aye, sir.

Gunner of the watch, stand to.

Trading vessel
on my port bow.

You should stop, heave to.
We intend to board you.

'Prins Alexander', stop, heave
to, or I will fire upon you.

Nil response, sir.

Recommend burst of fire
ahead of the bow.

Roger.

One short burst
ahead of the bow.

Gunner, action!

Instant.

One burst of 3-5 rounds,
50 yards ahead of the bow...

..engage!

Check, check, check!

Take a snatch party, X.
Aye, sir.

Request to be part
of that snatch party, sir.

Not this time, RO.

What is this?

What do you want?!

Get off my ship!

You've no right to board me!
Sir! Sir, stop right there!

Calm down, please, sir.

I'm Lieutenant McGregor from
Australian warship 'Hammersley'.

You are in Australia's
Contiguous Zone.

I have EVERY right to board you.

Charlie 2, this is X-Ray 2. We
have the vessel under control.

Low threat. We're commencing
our search now. Over.

Roger, X. Charlie 2 out.

Buffer.

Sir, we would like to inspect
your ship's manifest.

Would you send one of your crew
to retrieve it, please?

Sir?

Your last port of call
was Denpasar.

Three days ago. Correct?

We pick up furniture.

All the paperwork's all there.
It's no problem.

All the containers
are accounted for.

Serial numbers match up.

Doesn't seem to be
any discrepancies there, ma'am.

Hey, Buffer.

Could these have been doctored?

Maybe, X.

X-Ray 2, this is Charlie 2.
SITREP. Over.

This is X-Ray 2.

The containers
would appear to be

legitimate
and all accounted for.

Over.

What's your instinct
tell you, X?

I know they're here. Over.

Roger. Out.

Buffer.

I want everything
out of this one.

No! You can't do this!
Spider!

Sir, step back! Step back.

There's a false bulkhead here!

X?

- Chefo!
- Chefo!

Strippers.
No strippers!

Come on. Strippers!

Chefo, there will be strippers.

It's not a buck's turn, guys,
alright?

If there's gonna be strippers,
I'm staying right here.

Jen would have my goolies,
and you know it.

Well, she's not going to know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

No strippers, alright?

Just a quiet night
out on the town

in celebration
of Chefo's engagement.

Thank you, Charge.

And a couple of
lap dances later, maybe.

Hummana-hummana!

That's my boy!
Oh, yes!

Thanks.

Same again, thanks.

Let me guess -
rum, straight up.

That's what sailors drink,
right?

Only at sea a hundred years ago.

Now we drink...
House shiraz, love.

Yeah. Getting it.

Thank you.

Is, uh, this your local?

No, not usually.

I'm just looking for
an audience to brag to

about my big naval adventure.

Adventure?
Ta.

Hey, that was the highlight
of my month.

Might just be another
standard day for you.

Oh, sure, yeah - in amongst,
uh, communist refugees,

people-smugglers,
murder on the high seas.

Murder?

Yeah. A couple of fishermen.

Their boat was ransacked.
One dead, one missing.

You can never be too careful
out there.

I'll have to keep that in mind.

Mmm.

GLASSES SLAM DOWN
MAN: Come on. Let's do it.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

Here he is!

- Sir.
- Sir!

We're going to hit the tiles
for Chefo's engagement.

Charge is in charge. Let's go.

It'll be a good night, sir.
Not tonight, Buff.

Think I'll have one quiet bevvy,
then hit the sack early.

Sir!

Alright.
You know where we'll be!

Have a good one.
See you, sir.

Where's X?
At the bar, sir.

Look after her, sir.

Get you a drink, gorgeous?

Uh...

Uh... no. I'm right.

Thank you!