All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E07

EPIRB distress signal,
bearing 275,

range 28 nautical miles.

Depth of EPIRB position is 22m.
Clear water all around.

Wind light and variable,
Sea State One.

About as perfect out there
as it gets.

Who'd need rescuing
on a day like today?

It's obviously not
an illegal fisherman,

given the distress signal.

Just in from the RCC.

The EPIRB's registered
to a Mr C. Watts

and his sloop, 'Clair de Lune'.

Says there he's attempting
to solo-navigate Australia.

I should have guessed.
It's a yachtie.

Yachtie or not, he obviously
needs a bit of help, ET.

'Clair de Lune', this is
Australian Warship calling you

on VHF channel 16 - over.

Range to datum, eight miles.

I'm picking up
a signal on 121 megahertz

bearing 280.

Sailing vessel 'Clair de Lune',

this is Australian Warship
calling you

on VHF Channel 16 - over.

Anything, Buff?
Nothing, sir.

Horizon's clear.

No sign of... Wait.

I have a visual
at red five far.

Still no response
on the VHF, boss.

That's because
he's not in his boat.

Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Hands to FAIDEX stations.
Hands to FAIDEX stations.

Officer of the watch,
come left 270.

Aye, sir. Come left 270.

Amateur sailors.
Scourge of the sea, Chefo.

Most of these guys couldn't
navigate their way

around a bathtub.

Steady on, ET.

I reckon it takes guts
to sail around on your tod.

Now, don't confuse bravery
with stupidity.

Most of these jokers
are too rich or too old

to know any better.

I'd like to hear you say that
to this guy's face, ET.

I intend to, Buff,
don't you worry.

Ahoy there, Mr Watts!

This is the Australian Navy!

The old fart's probably
fast asleep.

Hoy, Mr Watts!

The cavalry's arrived!

Mr Watts!

Wakey, wakey! Hands off...

Am I glad to see you guys!

Right! Lift her up!
Get her up there!

Good stuff. Stow her away.

Let me get that
life jacket for you, ma'am.

You must've been out there
a while. Sorry, ma'am.

No, no, I'm not...
I'm not really that cold.

Charge! Does everyone
need to be mustered?

Isn't there a temperature
anomaly with one of your diesels

that your sailors
are yet to sort out?

Blokes just wanna have
a bit of a gander.

It was really bizarre -

you kind of look like a cousin
of mine.

They were in a speedboat, four
of them - all in balaclavas.

I took off in the life raft.

I hoped they'd let me go
if I abandoned the boat.

Why didn't you mayday?

Barely had time
to get the EPIRB.

The pirates
were about to board me.

Pirates?

There's no pirates
in these waters.

Guys in masks,
armed with automatic weapons,

brandishing machetes.

I would call them pirates.

Mmm.
Yeah, absolutely.

Sir, it could've been the same
guys that killed Sam Murray.

They ransacked his boat.

Yeah, Buff said it was a work
of piracy, X.

OK. Miss Watts, I reckon
today's been your lucky day.

Though I don't like your chances
of recovering your boat.

Yeah, but the navy's gonna do
everything it can, so...

Sorry.

What happened to your
forearm there, ma'am?

Oh, I did that
getting off the yacht.

Ow!

Sir, request permission that
all non-essential personnel

leave the wardroom immediately.

Miss Watts is in need
of medical attention.

I'll assist Swain, sir,
as second medic.

I'm the second medic.
Do you need the bag?

That'd be great.
Thanks, mate. Yeah.

The young woman reported
four heavily armed hostiles.

Did she give a description
of their speedboat?

She was too distressed
to remember details, sir.

Coastwatch responded to
a hijack two days ago

in the Arafura Sea

that also involved four
assailants in a speedboat.

Miss Watts used the term
'pirates', though my guess is...

You doubt her story?

Why would you get out of
a manoeuvrable yacht

into a rudderless life raft
to escape from pirates?

Sounds like the poor thing
was in fear of her life.

Sir, I've got
a stationary contact

approximately 12 miles
to the south-east.

Set course for it, Nav.
Yes, sir.

Let's hope we can give Miss
Watts some good news after all.

It's different for a girl.

A guy wants to do it alone,
it's no big deal.

A girl wants to sail solo
and she's out of her depth.

Well, some might say

that recent events
have just proved that.

I can take care of myself!

I'm an excellent sailor.

Yeah, ease off, Swain.

I reckon you'd be
a great sailor.

Hmm. So, why are you
sailing around Oz?

Just for the hell of it or...?

Raising money for charity.
Oh, great.

Yeah! You guys should check out
my website -

clairsjourney.com.

I do a webcam diary every day.

You guys are gonna get
a mention for sure.

Ah.

If I've got a boat
to go back to.

No, you'll have a boat.
We'll find it.

Find it myself
if I have to.

Hello.
Hey.

You must be Clair.
Yeah.

Got some good news.
Coming up on your yacht now.

Is she damaged?

Doesn't appear so
from a distance,

but as soon as Swain is done...

Ah, yes, ma'am.

We'll get you back on the RHIB,

assess her stem to stern,
make sure she's safe.

Right, well, I'll, um,
escort her back.

I'll... escort you back.

Nice yacht.

Very nice, ma'am.

48-foot Halvorsen Freya.

She's got beautiful lines.

Yeah.

All clear, X.

Pretty neat pirates.

Or maybe just a messy sailor.

Mind your step.

Have a look around
and see if anything's missing.

Pirates tend to grab anything
and everything

they can get their mitts on.

And what they don't steal,
they sabotage.

It looks like
everything's here.

Have a really good look.

ET.

Electronics - do you
wanna check them?

Hey, Buffer.

Oh, it's my dad's gun.

Can I just check that, ma'am?

It's his boat -
or it WAS his boat.

Weapon's clear.
He's dead now.

He used to keep it on board
to protect himself.

He was the one who taught me
how to sail.

X-ray 2,
this is Charlie 2.

Everything in order over there?

The equipment's good, ma'am.
I'll restow the raft.

Uh, roger that, sir.
Nil damage to report.

It appears
nothing's been stolen.

This is Charlie 2. Roger.

I want you to note
Clair's chart

and see if it indicates
a plotted course

prior to the attack,
as a precaution - over.

This is X-ray 2.
Roger that. Out.

Clair... given your ordeal,

are you sure that you want to
continue on your own?

I've been planning this trip
for six years.

I'm not gonna let a hiccup
like this get in my way.

Bridge, Comcen.
I've just picked up a mayday.

Nature of mayday, RO.

I'm unable to
ascertain that, ma'am.

Transmission was cut short.

I've got two stationary
contacts, bearing 105.

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Both boats appear
to be deserted. Over.

Approach with caution, X.

Make sure Chefo's
covering them.

Roger that, sir.

Remember, X, we still have
hostiles in this area.

According to Miss Watts, sir.

Let's get out of here.
Go, go, go!

Charlie 2, three
leaving the launch. Over.

GUNFIRE

Alarm Bandits.

Take cover behind the launch!

Check, check, check!

Do you want to
pursue them, sir?

As much as I'd like to, Nav,

our priority's
with the motor launch.

This is Charlie 2. Everyone OK?

Affirmative, sir.

Thanks for the cover fire!

We're going to proceed
to board. Over.

OK, let's go.

They said over the radio
they were almost out of fuel.

Wanted to buy some from us.

ET?

They took a bit of cash, Mr
Phillips's Rolex and the GPS.

They took my Boker fishing
knives too.

They're worth a fortune.
The mongrels.

You're still alive, sir.
That's the main thing.

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

This is Charlie 2. Roger.

There are three POB, sir.

They're shaken by the
experience, but unharmed.

Can they get home
without their GPS?

Affirmative. The boat owner
is a skilled navigator. Over.

Roger - instruct them
to report to police

the minute they berth, X.

This is Charlie 2 out.
OK.

This is X-ray 2 out.

A hijack in the Arafura Sea,

then the attack on Clair Watts
and now this.

It's a fair bet
they're all connected.

With all due respect, sir,
I don't agree.

Four bandits in a speedboat, X.

The hostiles today, they used
a ruse about needing more fuel.

That's inconsistent with
the Clair Watts attack,

as is the fact that nothing
was stolen from her boat.

Leave the theorising to police.
Sure.

Oh, brekkie.
Better late than never.

Blame Captain Hook, Charge,
not me.

Hey, no pirates in
these waters, Chefo -

according to the X, that is.

You change those
undies yet, Spide?

Yeah, funny.

You know those guys
could be the ones

that killed Sam Murray.

And maybe even his mate Carl.

Mate, Carl's definitely fish
food. Put your house on it.

I just don't think we should
joke about it, that's all.

I agree with Spider,

and in memory
of his two fishing mates...

..why don't I cook up
their crabs for lunch?

Nice.
Oh, nice.

RCC report
another distress signal.

Recommend come right 180.

Roger. Officer of the watch,
come right 180. Increase 24.

Aye, sir. Check
clear starboard.

Clear starboard.
Roger. Starboard 20.

Starboard 20.
Altering 180.

Altering 180.
Revolutions 880.

Revolutions 880, ma'am.

I have a visual!
Lone swimmer in the water!

Stand by to recover by swimmer.

Have just spotted a person
in the water.

Stand by to recover by swimmer.

Sir, it's Clair Watts.

Any other injuries
that you're aware of?

No, no. Just... I'm cold.

Wrap this around you.

Sir.
Clair.

What happened?
It was the same guys as before.

They... they just radioed.

They wanted to, um,
borrow petrol and...

And then just before
I realised it was a trick, I...

I mean, what do
they want from me?

Maybe they got scared off
the first time

and came back
to ransack the boat.

How are you doing?
Thank you.

Thank you.

It's OK.

Hey, uh... what's this, Clair?

It's a shark-deterrent device.

It's a shield for sharks.

OK. Good work, ET.

Take Clair below,

both of you get out of those
wet clothes and shower off.

Just not together.

Mind yourself there.

ET? Thank you.

That's alright.

No - thanks.

Hey, Clair, that's what we do.
It's fine, OK?

You don't have to thank me.
You're still cold.

I think, um... we'll have to
get you some overalls.

Spider, can you please...

..uh, take Clair and get her
some overalls, please?

Uh, why can't you
get her overalls?

Because I gotta take a shower.

Alright, Seaman?

Uh, yes, Leader.

Um, ma'am, would you like to
come with me, please?

Uh, Clair, I've got some, um,
clean overalls here for you.

I'll just leave them
outside the...

Um, they're
Lieutenant Castano's.

They're probably the right fit.

Oh, thank you... Seaman Webb.

Spider... what are you
grinning about?

Nothing, ma'am.

Have you seen Miss Watts?
No.

Is she in there?

Well...

Uh, um, maybe, ma'am.

Clair?
Just a sec.

Oh.

Oh, Seaman Webb was kind enough
to deliver them by hand.

You're dismissed, Seaman Webb.

We've managed to locate
your boat again.

You're kidding me.

It would seem these pirates
don't really have a use for it.

After you.

It appears the boat's
been ransacked this time

and Clair's made a list of
the items that are missing.

And the electronic gear?

ET's checking it out now,
but it appears that the boat

is seaworthy and
fit to sail - over.

This is Charlie 2. Roger.

Nothing's been stolen
that my insurance can't cover.

Oh, that's the main thing,
ma'am. Consider yourself lucky.

I can't believe it.

I take it you're determined
to press on?

Oh, wind's up, so I'll be
out of here in no time.

Well, that's if the wind
doesn't drop out altogether.

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news...

What is it?
Autopilot.

Looks like someone's taken
a disliking to it.

"Whatever they don't steal,
they sabotage."

That's the only thing that
lets me get some sleep.

ET, can you fix it?

Yeah, sure.

Gonna take a while,
but, uh...

..I'll stay here
until it's done.

Yeah, OK - well, the three of us

will head back on board
and grab some lunch.

I'll leave you with the radio.
Yep.

Well, I'll get changed.

Oh. Let us know
when you're finished.

I was easing along
with my genoa pole down,

and my main paid well out.

And apart from the occasional
slatting of the main,

my life was good.

And then I went down below
to catch 40 winks

and it was bang!

My autopilot belt snapped.

I've got no autopilot.

What'd you do? Alternator belt?

Yes.

No, actually,
I freed a whisker pole

that had gotten tangled
in a preventer line,

and then I used
a spare alternator belt

to fashion a jury-rig.

Nice.
Thank you.

Do you know what she's
talking about, Buff?

I have no idea, but I sure do
like the cut of her jib.

What have we got, Chefo?
The usual, boss.

Plus Spider's famous Bright
Island crabs in hoisin sauce

and calamari marinated
in garlic and ginger.

Yeah, try the crabs, sir.

The calamari's
not half-bad either.

Where'd you get it, Chefo?

You remember the one
we caught up our mast.

I think I'll have a snag.

My dad was in the RAN,

so I know how hard it is

for a guy to be away from
female companionship

for such a long time.

Well, especially
for poor old Swain.

His wife's about to
push one out, isn't she, Swain?

Yeah. And poor old Chefo here's
about to tie the knot.

Aren't ya, buddy?

Sausage?

No, I'm vego.

Oh.

You said your dad
was in the navy?

Yeah, served Launceston, uh,
Hobart and Dubbo

before he died
quite some years ago.

Patrol boats.
Yeah!

He loved them.

Clair, I was wondering
if I could have a word.

Yeah, sure.

Clair, I'd like you to set sail
for the nearest port

and stay there a while.

Excuse me?

It would appear these 'pirates'

have taken a particular liking
to your boat.

I just think it would be safer
if you stay off the water

until they're apprehended.

Is this because I'm a woman?

Well, being a lone
female sailor

does make you a prime target.

Something tells me
if you go back out there...

..this is going
to happen again.

Yep, maybe.

Yeah, maybe I could... I could
do some time in a port.

I've been meaning to replace
the wire rigging on my mast.

Excuse me, sir.
Sorry to interrupt.

I was thinking while we're
waiting for ET to finish,

I might be able to take Clair
on a tour of the boat,

seeing as her father served?

Very good, Buff.

After you, ma'am.
Thanks.

Yeah, almost done here, boss.
Just give me five. Over.

Roger, ET. Charlie 2 out.

And this is the bridge,
control centre of the ship.

Oh, everything looks so old.

Oh, well, present company
excluded, of course.

Charming, Nav.

Sir, Lieutenant Smith
on HF.

Roger, RO.

Lieutenant Smith,
what can I do for you?

Coastwatch have picked up that
fleet of FFVs in your vicinity.

How are you placed?

I can be away in 15 minutes.
What's their position?

Already given them to the RO.

Roger.

Uh, stay on line, will you?

I wanna have a word with you
from the Comcen.

Do you get lonely
out there, ma'am?

Nah.

I love being alone.

My joy of sailing decreases
just a little bit

with every person
that's on board.

And there's 24 people
on board this ship.

Yeah.

Well, we should, um...
let's move on.

Yeah.

Thank you! Thank you
for everything!

Crash into a reef.
Get eaten by a shark.

Thank you, Buffer!

Range to FFV
reported position five miles.

Still nothing on radar.

Nothing visual.

Sir, maybe NAVCOM gave us
a time-stale position.

Did you plot the position
correctly, Nav?

Are you sure you're right?

If the FFV's are wooden hulled

the radar mightn't be
picking them up.

Wooden boats or not,

they'd paint up on radar
at this distance.

Double-check your plot.

Spider, you OK?

Yeah, yeah. I think I just
ate too much of that squid.

I... um...

I appear to have made
a slight error.

My longitude's out
by one degree.

One degree? 60 miles!

I don't know how, s...

We need to come about,
new course - 270.

Roger. Bring her round.

Starboard 20.

Helm.

Spider, pay attention!

Spider?!

Swain?

Spider too?

How many others?

We've got two in the mess,
including Buffer.

Chefo!
Chefo!

Grab him.

What's going on, Swain?

No idea, boss.

Could be food poisoning, but
there's been no vomiting,

just dizziness, tightness of
chest, pins and needles...

How serious is this?
Oh, Swain, Swain, get in here!

He's having some kind of fit!

Officer of the watch, set course
for home. Top of the green.

Someone get me some pillows!

Is Spider OK, sir?

Just get us heading for base
at best speed - now!

We're running
a toxicology test,

so I'm gonna need a list
of everything you've eaten.

Are you saying it's my fault?
Chefo, give it to him.

It was a barbie,
so the normal thing.

Meat, salad, squid, crab.

How fresh was the seafood?
I'm gonna ignore that question.

Able!
Alright.

The squid was fresh,
the crabs were frozen.

The Bright Island crabs?
Yeah.

OK. If you can come with me,
we'll make that list.

Sir, I'd, uh...
better go with Chefo.

Hello.
Agent Murphy.

What are you doing here?

We're picking up
Sam Murray's pathology.

The murdered fisherman?

It's, uh,
Federal Police business.

Will you excuse us?

I don't know what the hurry is.

I could tell them what cause of
death was - bullet to the head.

There's a connection here, X.
Mmm.

Think about it.

A dead marine biologist,
a murdered fisherman,

and now a bag of crabs that have
put my team into hospital.

You know, I don't get it.

Bright Island's
the common denominator.

But how could a murdered
fisherman be related

to food poisoning?

I'm gonna hang around here
for a while and suss it out.

Yeah, well, what's there
to suss out?

You know, you're starting
to sound like Chefo

with all these conspiracy
theories, sir.

It's a professional-looking
website.

Wait until you see
the video diary.

Hello. Well, I'm still alive.

Uh, today I was attacked
by pirates

and then I swam with the sharks
for a bit,

and then I was rescued
by the navy twice.

And, um, those boys are... yeah,

they are... they're
something pretty special.

So, conditions are calm

and I'm planning on being
in Townsville

by later this evening.

And please, please
keep up your donations

for the MH Foundation.

It really needs your support.

That's me for today.

Over and out.

She's raising money for the
Mental Health Foundation -

it's a legitimate cause.

She claims she's attacked
by pirates.

She abandons ship
in fear of her life,

yet she still has time
to strap on a shark shield?

The crew seemed to buy it.

Yeah, but the crew aren't
thinking with their heads.

What are you girls up to?

Nothing.
Weather check.

Nothing.
Weather check.

How you doing, Spide?

Dodgy... squid.

They're gonna be fine. Bit of
rest is all they need now.

Were they poisoned?

I'll have to...
I'm just an intern.

I've got a chef over there

who's convinced
he's almost killed his mates.

I'd like to put his mind at ease
if I can.

It wasn't his cooking.

The poison found was consistent
with a couple of recent deaths.

Your men are very lucky.

Was Sam Murray
one of those deaths?

I understand
your anger, Mike...

My people have been
put in danger

by a command decision
to cover up Bright Island.

There is no cover-up. I've just
been given the details myself.

This is politically sensitive.

OK.

OK.

Lisa Holmes and Sam Murray were
both killed by the same toxin

that poisoned my men.

Sam Murray also
had a bullet in his head.

And, sir, Dr Morrell is missing.

Now, they're all pieces
of the same puzzle -

I'm convinced of that.

But what I don't know
is how they fit together.

Mike, the official line on this

is that it's
an environmental issue, right?

Is that clear?
Environmental.

Yeah.

Can we move on?

Yes, sir.

Now, thanks to your sitrep,

the speedboat was apprehended
this morning in the Arafura

by the 'Kingston'.

Lieutenant Commander Curry
caught the bandits?

Yeah, fairly unscrupulous bunch
by the sound of it,

and I'd say the female sailor
is very lucky.

Yeah, well, she's agreed to head
to the nearest port,

so we won't be seeing her again.

Sir, I... Is everything OK?

Do I look like a fool to you, X?

Is that a rhetorical question,
sir?

I'm being fed
a lot of garbage here.

I don't know whether to
swallow it or spit it back up.

Whatever's best for the navy,
I'd suggest.

The navy would have us believe

that Bright Island is
an environmental disaster -

attack of the toxic crabs.

Sounds plausible.

It still doesn't explain why

Ursula Morrell disappeared,
does it?

What's the connection
with Ursula?

Bright Island.

Perhaps Ursula just wanted
a change of scenery.

It's been known to happen
in relationships.

You know, Kate, people do
break off relationships

for more complicated reasons

than just wanting
a change of scenery.

Well, Dr Morrell is
a big marine biologist

who I'm sure
can look after herself.

Fleet of FFVs stationary,
bearing 320, range six miles.

Roger that, Nav.

Captain has the con.
Darken ship.

Isolate upper deck speakers.

Would you like to
increase speed, sir?

Negative. Nice and slow.

We're just another illegal
fishing vessel

looking for a place
to drop our long lines.

It's good to be
back in the hunt, sir.

As opposed to being shot at
by bandits

or rescuing damsels in distress?

Roger that, X.

Buff, I've got a series of
floats painting on the radar.

Looks like their long lines
are in the water.

Hands in the cookie jar.

Prepare hands for boarding, X.
Aye, sir.

Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.

I wish Buff was here.

He loves all this
night-time insertion stuff.

Sir? Range to contact
1,200 yards.

Roger. Carry on the sea boat.

Keep alongside me
in the lead, X.

Don't want anyone getting
any wetter than they have to.

Wait for my signal
to insert. Over.

Range to contact 1,000 yards.

With any luck, we'll be
right on top of them

before they even know
we're there.

Bridge, Comcen. Sir,
I'm picking up a mayday call.

Call sign Charlie Lima
Sierra X-ray.

Caller's identifying herself

as Clair Watts
on 'Clair de Lune'.

What's the nature
of the mayday, RO?

She claims she's under attack
by pirates, sir.

Roger.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is 'Clair de Lune'.

In position 10 degrees
15 minutes south,

1 degree 6 minutes east.

'Clair de Lune', this
is Australian Warship.

What is the nature of
your emergency? Over.

Under attack.
Repeat - under attack.

Four men in a speedboat

aggressively circling
my vessel.

RO, NAVCOM on the satphone now.

This is 'Hammersley'. Stand by.

Is there another boat better
positioned to render assistance?

We're on top of the FFVs,
about to board.

I'll have to check on that,
sir. I'll get back to you ASAP.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
I'm being attacked by pirates.

Require immediate assistance.

Repeat, require
immediate assistance.

Sir, she's 123 miles
south-west of us.

We won't reach her
before daylight.

Charlie 2,
this is X-ray 2.

We have the first FFV
right ahead of us.

Awaiting insertion signal.
Over.

X-ray 2, this is Charlie 2.

Abort the boarding
and return to me immediately.

I say again -
abort, abort, abort.

- Return to me. Over.
- What? We're right on...

This is X-ray 2.
Roger that. Out.

What?! We're on top of them!
OK. Let's head home.

Why did we abort?

Three guesses. They all start
with Clair and end in mayday.

You're not serious.
Mm-hm.

Where's the CO?
In his cabin.

Clair Watts? She's crying wolf.

She has never been
attacked by pirates,

and even if she had been,

those bandits
have been taken off the water.

She is making false reports,
she's seeking attention.

Or maybe publicity to help
raise money for her cause -

I don't know.

But her maydays are bogus -
I would stake my career on it.

Finished?

You know we can't ignore
a mayday.

We have a duty of care

to render assistance
without prejudice.

I understand that, but to have
the fleet right there

with their long lines
in the water,

and to give that up for the girl
who is playing with people's l...

What?!

Captain, sir,
officer of the watch.

Request you come to the bridge.

On my way.

Yes, Nav?

This is the chart
showing the position

that Clair Watts radioed in.

Unsurveyed waters.

Outside the survey zones
of confidence.

This was last surveyed by
Cook and Flinders, boss.

We might as well go in blind
for all the good this does.

There's a fair amount
of shallow water there.

We'll need the right tide, sun
to be in the right position,

so there's no glare
on the water...

In just about any
circumstances, sir,

I would not recommend
going in there.

There is a very strong risk
we'd run the ship aground.

Bridge, Comcen. Sir,
I just got a call from the RCC.

They just picked up
Clair Watts's EPIRB.

I can't raise her on VHF.

Cable party closed up and anchor
is ready for letting go.

The ship is in
DC State 3 Condition Yankee.

Very good, Nav.

Echo sounder operator,
report depth every half metre.

Roger that. Depth
nine metres steady.

All lookouts report

the slightest discolouration
in the water.

Depth 8.5 metres. Shoaling.

Contact! 'Clair de Lune'.

Range 6 nautical miles,
bearing 180.

Starboard 10, steer 180.

Depth 8 metres,
shoaling slowly.

'Clair de Lune',
this is Australian Warship,

calling you on
VHF channel 16 - over.

Coral bommie! Straight ahead.
About 100 yards!

Port 30!
Port 30!

30 of port wheel on, ma'am.

Very good.

Midships.
Midships.

Starboard 20, steer 180.

Well done, Nav.

Coral bommie wasn't
on the chart, sir.

Mark it. It will be now.

'Clair de Lune',
this is Australian Warship

calling you on VHF
channel 16 - over.

Depth, 6.5 metres,
shoaling slowly.

Do you wanna take
the con, sir?

You're doing fine, Nav.
Take us in.

Sir, email just in from
Lieutenant Smith at NAVCOM.

Call depth!
Depth 6 metres.

Shoaling.

Depth 5.5 metres.

Depth 5 metres,
shoaling rapidly, ma'am.

Depth 5 metres.

I have Clair's yacht visual!

Stop both engines.
Full astern both engines.

Stand by to anchor!

Stop both engines. Let go.

Stop both engines.

Both engines stopped, ma'am.

Where the hell have you been?!

Where were you?!

I was beginning to think
that no-one was coming!

You're very lucky we did.

You'd drifted into
unsurveyed waters.

I didn't drift!

I was forced into the area
by the pirates' speedboat.

These would be the same pirates
who attacked you earlier?

Yes!

Why didn't you respond to
our radio transmissions?

I would have if I had
a radio that worked!

The pirates smashed
all my communications

and just about everything else
on the boat!

There was a bit of a mess.

Engine's been disabled.

Is this how the navy treats
its civilian sailors now, is it?

With suspicion and accusation.

Oh, I haven't accused you
of anything yet, Clair.

You think that I destroyed
my own boat?!

I was attacked!

I had Command run a search
of your father.

He was RNIN'd - dishonourably
discharged - six years ago.

We tracked him down to a
psychiatric hospital in Perth.

He's still very much alive.

I thought we had an agreement.

I warned you to
stay off the water,

quit these false maydays,

and yet you've deliberately
tied up navy resources...

Leading Seaman Holiday,
remain with Miss Watts.

Make sure she's comfortable.

Aye, sir.

The VHF is ruined, GPS,
radar detector all disabled.

Even the barometer's
been smashed. Over.

And the engine?
Charge is looking at it now.

We found a scanner
amongst her stuff

with emergency frequencies
programmed in,

which explains how she acquired

the information
on the real bandits - over.

Engine's shot.

We'll have to wait till
high tide to tow her off.

Thanks - uh, Charge says
the engine is a no-go

and recommends a tow
at high tide - over.

Roger, X. I'll send
the RHIB for you. Out.

You believe me, don't you?

Do you want any water or food?

I can go and get some
from the galley.

I missed you.

Clair... I should probably
stand outside...

What? What? What?!

What is wrong with me?
Whoa!

What - do you just think that
because you're in the navy

you've got some kind of
moral superiority?!

You don't! You don't!
Calm down, Clair!

My dad, he didn't
do anything wrong.

He didn't do anything wrong.

Clair, no-one's saying anything
about your father, OK?

ET, is there a problem...

Clair.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down,
please, Clair.

Clair, look at me.

Look at me, Clair.

You're safe here.

My dad, he didn't
do anything wrong.

No, he didn't.

He was a good man.

Yep.
He was a good man, Clair.

And a fine sailor.

Yeah.

And you're helping him.
You're helping him, Clair.

Sailing round Australia,

raising funds
for people like him.

Lots of people. You're helping
lots of people.

You're doing a great job.

Great job.

OK?

You OK?
I'm tired.

You're tired?

Yeah, OK. Come here.

You're safe here.

You OK, ET?
Yep.

That's it, Clair.

Revenge on the navy
for her old man's discharge.

I reckon she must have loved
all the attention.

Definitely a loon.

I reckon they call it
the rescue complex.

So, what - you're saying
she needed to be rescued?

The rescue complex refers to
the one doing the rescuing.

You seemed pretty keen
to want to rescue her.

I'm glad she didn't
shoot you, though.

Well, you know, maybe 'glad's
too strong a word.

The navy are saying
it's environmental.

Something about
toxic ground water.

World War II army base -

fuel and sewerage
contaminating the island.

The CO thinks
there's more to it.

Is he right?

Kate, what is it they say
about loose lips?

Nothing a good dose
of collagen wouldn't fix?

Ladies.

It's starting to look like
the tide was running out.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Darryl Smith,
Federal Agent Alicia Turnball.

Hello there.
How are you?

Excuse me for a sec.
Wait a sec.

Hello, sailors. How are you
both feeling?

Oh, much better,
thank you, ma'am.

X, I am so hungry, I could eat
the sleep out of a cow's eye.

Well, that's good, mate,

'cause I think Chefo
just ordered for you.

That's right. I've got crabs
if you boys want 'em.

That's not what I meant.
That is... I'm out of here.

You gonna join us?

I'm having a drink with, uh...

Who would
have thought?

Sure. Why not?

Great.