All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E09

The King rules!
Mmh! Ooh! Aah!

Aah!

You alright, Spide?

Don't know which one of these
is yours.

What happened?

They took him.
I couldn't stop them.

"They took him"? Took who?

Thor.

As you know,
earlier this morning

persons unknown
boarded this boat

and removed our mascot,
the mighty Thor.

It's got to be
the 'Kingston', boss.

They're still steamed up about
us showing 'em up in Kakadu.

'Kingston' left port
at first light.

Their commanding officer...
Dick Curry.

Spicy Donger.

Lieutenant Commander
Richard Curry, Chefo...

I'm sorry, sir.
..who I've spoken
to by sat phone

denies any knowledge
of the events.

The fact remains
'Hammersley' was boarded,

which is unacceptable
under any circumstances.

Well... we're going after them,
right, boss?

I mean, we've gotta get
the Hammer God back.

We'll be casting off
as scheduled.

Make ready.

Good one, Spider.

Hey, it could've happened
to any of us.

Sorry, guys.

If we don't get that little guy
back, we're toast.

It's supposed to be bad luck
to lose a mascot.

It IS bad luck.
You mark my words.

Let's go, Spide.

It feels wrong without
the little guy out there.

Well, naval security didn't
report any incidents last night

so it has to have been
an inside job.

Steer 295.
Steer 295.

The 'Kingston's got a good two
hours head start on us, sir.

Course 295, ma'am.
Very good.

Who said we're going after
the 'Kingston', Nav?

Right, sir. Course we're not.

Come on, 'Hammersley'!
Who's got the Hammer now?

How are we gonna
get him back?

Sir will just ask
nice and polite

and they'll send him over
on a line.

And if Spicy Donger says no,

we storm the boat
and tear their heads off.

Buff, look.

They've got him in hotpants.

They'll pay.

Oh, they'll pay big-time.

Lieutenant Commander Curry,
what an unexpected pleasure.

As always,
Lieutenant Commander Flynn.

I've got that info
you're after.

Hang on...

We're not pulling alongside.

Come on. What the hell?!

Righto, get back to work.
Oh, come on, Buff!

Look, just let it go, Chefo.

Don't give them
the satisfaction.

She was making
about 10 knots,

tracking for Sawu Island.

Master sounded like
a friendly chap.

They always do.

Thanks for the heads-up,
Richard.

Fair winds.
You too, Mike.

Sir, they were waving Thor
right under our nose.

I saw, Nav. They'll keep.

Replot a course
based on 'Kingston's intel.

We're going after
the 'Pacific Mariner'.

Nav.

Yes, sir.

How did you know
the 'Pacific Mariner'

would be in the area?

Everything has to be
somewhere, X.

Please.

OK, I didn't.

But I knew our course
would cross with 'Kingston's

when I rang Spicy Donger
this morning.

I didn't want to give him
the satisfaction

of thinking I was calling
explicitly about Thor,

especially if he wasn't party
to the abduction.

Which he obviously is.

Up to his eyeballs.

Anyway, I asked him
to keep an eye out

for the 'Pacific Mariner',
and bingo!

Seems we can knock Chefo's
bad-luck theory on the head.

Maybe. Maybe not.

X, Carl Davies is a person
of interest to the AFP.

So with respect, sir, why aren't
we leaving this to them?

Because in a few hours,
the 'Pacific Mariner'

will be out of
our territorial waters.

Once they berth in Sawu,
Davies can slip away and disappear.

Again, sir, surely that's
a matter for the AFP

to liaise with
the local authorities.

We already know
they're onto this guy.

Someone put a bullet
through Sam Murray's head.

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

Named her after
my very famous home brew.

That someone is
most likely Carl Davies.

If not him, then surely
he was a witness to the murder.

It's all connected.

Sam Murray, Carl Davies,
Lisa Holmes, Bright Island.

Ursula Morrell.

The 'Pacific Mariner'.

All roads lead to that boat.

But, sir, boarding
an Australian-flagged vessel,

I feel obliged to mention...

It might be irregular
but it's perfectly legal.

And if they invite us on board,
even better.

I would just feel
a lot more comfortable

if we notified NAVCOM
of our intentions.

The fact that Carl Davies
might get away with murder

is what makes me
feel uncomfortable.

I take full responsibility
for this action.

End of conversation, X.

Captain, sir,
request you come to the bridge.

What have we got?

Contact right ahead,
to the north-east.

Range 10 miles.

'Hammersley'.
Lieutenant Caetano.

Lieutenant,
Commander Marshall here.

Put me through to
your Charlie Oscar, please.

Yes, sir.
Sir, Commander Marshall.

On speaker, Nav.

Morning, sir.
Oh, Mike.

Listen, uh, Coastwatch have
picked up a possible type III

to your north-west.

It's an unconfirmed report
at this stage,

but we'd like you to
bias yourself to that area.

Yes, sir.

They've scheduled
another flyover ASAP.

That's about six hours from now.
Just treat this as a heads-up.

Yes, sir.

Mike, I, um...

..I believe your mascot's
gone AWOL.

Temporarily.

Bad luck to lose your mascot.

Only if you're superstitious.

Yeah, true. True.

Good hunting, Mike.
Thanks, sir.

Sir?

Hold your course, Nav.

But, sir, you've just had...
Hold your course!

I think it's over here.

Oh, I reckon
it's over... there.

Spider?

Dunno.

I can't tell.

Both?

Is your eye alright?

It's a stye.

Have you checked for loose gear?

Yep, and it's all tighter
than a fish's butt.

Maybe it's Thor
banging out a message in morse.

Shh, shh, shh!

"Help! Get me out
of these pink pants!"

Keep taking the tablets, Chefo.

Could be air in the hydraulics.

Air would make that noise?
Sounds like metal.

Causes a water hammer.

Well... could be Thor's hammer.

I still reckon it's him.

Ah...
Be hard to isolate.

Might have to shut down
a few systems.

We'll start with the sewerage.
Anybody who needs to go, go now.

'Pacific Mariner',
this is Australian warship

on your starboard quarter.

Good morning, sir. Over.

G'day, this is Rick Gallagher,

master of
the 'Pacific Mariner'.

How can I help you guys?

'Pacific Mariner', to provide
some continuation training

for my boarding party,

request permission
to come aboard.

Over.

I'd love to oblige, guys, but
we're on a tight schedule here.

Have to be a negative
on that request. Over.

'Pacific Mariner', totally
understand your situation,

but we could board you under way
to prevent you losing any time.

Over.

'Pacific Mariner?'

Yeah, fair enough.
All in a good cause.

You're welcome aboard. Over.

Thanks for your cooperation,
'Pacific Mariner'.

A boarding party will be
alongside shortly. Over.

I'll stick
the kettle on.

I want you to lead this one,
Buff.

Ostensibly for
training purposes,

but we're looking
for Carl Davies,

one of the fishermen
from Bright Island.

The one with his brains
still intact, I assume, sir.

Yeah.

Video as much as you can.

Don't go into any details
with the master or crew.

I don't know any details, sir.

Shouldn't be a problem, then.

Make sure you're fully armed.

Take along Spider.
He can help identify Davies.

Aye, sir. And if we should find
this Carl Davies?

Make sure you get him on tape
and return to 'Hammersley'.

If he should try anything?

Then take all necessary steps to
protect yourself and your party.

That's all.

Sir.

By rights I should be leading
that boarding party, sir.

I want you here for this one, X.
I can identify Davies.

I'd be an asset.

You've made your position clear
on this operation.

I don't want you to feel
in any way compromised.

Oh, thank you, sir!

But having expressed my opinion
I will without hesitation

implement your orders
to the full.

X...
That boarding party
is mine, sir.

So, Nav,
what's the story?

'Kingston's got our little guy.

- Oh, it's not my call, Chefo.
- Oh, this is off.

No, it can't be.
It's got chunks in it.

The fridge is dead.

I've got more
in the cold room below.

I'll have it black. It's fine.

See, the fridge was working
perfectly until they took Thor.

First the weird noises,
now this.

Our bad luck's just
getting started. Mark my words.

It's probably just
something simple.

Yeah, it is.
We've gotta get Thor back.

I'll have a look.

Alright. I'll catch you later.

Alright.

What?

You and the Nav, eh?

What?
Come on, you know.

You know what I mean.
Give me a break, alright?

No, look, some of this wiring's
so old it's rusting through.

It's starting to short.

So what's she like?
Chefo!

What?
You're engaged.

So? Jen doesn't mind
where I get my appetite,

just as long as I eat at home.

Now, that is really off.

Oh, says Mr Casanova.

Mate, from the moment
Nav came on board,

you were bragging about how you
were gonna get into her pants.

Right? Is that true?

Yeah, that's true,
but it's a bit different now.

Bickie with that cuppa, Nav?

Nav. Nav!

Nav, please, just...
just let me explain.

Nav...
ET, grab the camera.

You're on the boarding party.
Can you get someone else?

I need to stay here.
You're coming.

MOVE!

Hey, Buffer, there's been
a change of plans.

I'll be leading
the boarding party.

Dan, return to your duties.

Ma'am.

X...

..it's always a pleasure
to serve under you, ma'am.

- Let's go.
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you alright, Nav?

Oh, yeah.

Kate! Good to see you.

Practice makes perfect, eh?

Captain. Your cooperation
is appreciated.

I'd like to address your crew
face-to-face

on the main deck, please.

OK. Not a problem.

Is this everyone?
It's our full complement.

When I was on this boat
I saw a man.

He was Caucasian, about 5'10",
stocky build.

So that's what this is
all about.

ET, ID'd our man?

Hey, you could've just
come out and asked...

Uh, negative, sir.
..saved yourself this trouble.

ET, there's someone else on
the bridge. Tell the X now.

Excuse me, X, boss says there's
someone up on the bridge.

OK, let's go.

Locked door, X.

What's behind that door?

My private quarters.

You're making a mistake.
You lied to me.

You're exceeding my generosity.

Buffer, open the door.

Sir, step aside.

Doctor, would you like to
come and join us?

Australia's finest would like
to have a chat.

I believe you know Dr Morrell.

Good to see you again,
Lieutenant.

You might wanna give a wave to
our navy boys over there.

You seem to have
caught their eye.

You asked to see
the crew, Kate.

Dr Morrell is
a paying passenger.

She's using us as a taxi.

Island-hopping,
counting turtles.

It's breeding season.

Where's Carl Davies?
Who?

The sailor who I saw
on this boat the other day.

Oh, yes. He... shot through.

Merchant sailor, Kate,
you know what they're like -

always coming and going.

I want a look below.

Find him.

What's going on here?

ET.

Spider.

Hurt Nav, I'll hurt you.

What?

You've been warned.

Kate, I give you my word -

the man you are looking for
is not on this ship.

And if I knew
he was a fugitive,

of course I would've handed him
over to the authorities.

No offence, Rick,
but I hope you don't mind

if we make doubly sure.

It's your time you're wasting.

And, ma'am, Lieutenant Commander
Flynn is offering you

the logistical support
of the 'Hammersley'

to continue your journey.

What exactly does that mean,
Kate - "logistical support"?

Dr Morrell has paid
her passage,

it's not a problem for us

and she is perfectly happy
with the arrangement.

Aren't you, Doctor?

What do you mean,
"she politely declined"?

Thanks, but no, thanks.

Were you alone? Were you able
to talk to her alone?

Gallagher wouldn't
leave us together.

Then her refusal
might still be motivated

by intimidation and fear.

I guess so. I just didn't
get that impression.

I'm coming over.

Say again, sir.
I'm coming over.

If that's what it takes
to get to the bottom of this.

I'll be there as soon as
Charge can get

the tinnie in the water.

What the hell?

MCR, bridge.

MCR, bridge. Charge!

I'm gonna speak to Charge.

Take the ship, Nav.
Call if you need me.

Roger, sir. I have the ship.

Ugh!

Charge?

Fire, fire, fire.
Generator room.

Charge!

Charge!

Charge! Charge, are you OK?
Yeah.

Yeah?

Can't wait for
the attack party.

We've gotta get
this fire out now.

Fuel fire. CO2. No powder.

Why does that container
have air vents in it?

Well spotted, Spide.

X, that top port-side container
has ventilation installed.

The last thing you want in the
tropics is humidity getting in,

unless, of course, someone
inside needs to breathe.

Open the container.
Yes, ma'am.

You have no right to do this.
I want you off my ship.

X! Fire!

OK, let's go.
Move it, Spider.

- It's fuel-based.
- Yes, sir.

Argh!

Man on fire! Man on fire!

Get us out of here!
Get him out of here!

Get him in the wardroom.

Charge, we need to get
to the seat of the fire.

Fuel from the leaking hoses
is feeding it.

I've got to cut the fuel
from the generators.

What the... What the hell?

Charge, cut the fuel!

I can't see...
The smoke!

S-sorry.

What happened?

Fire in the generator room.
It's out.

Are you hurt?

You shouldn't have come back
here without Dr Morrell.

The ship was on fire.

Are we still operational?
I don't know.

Regroup on the bridge
in 15 minutes.

Sir, I need a word in private.

Give me five minutes.

Come on. Give us a look.

Buff, you got the wrong
end of the pineapple.

Have I?

Mate, there is no way
I'd ever hurt the Nav.

Come on, mate, you know me.

All charm.

See, the problem
with charmers, ET,

is you don't know whether
they're being straight

or whether they're doing
a number on you.

Well, I'm being straight.
Then you won't hurt her.

Because if you do,
you know what'll happen.

Buff,
you're not her dad.

I'm not old enough
to be her dad!

What?
That's a stupid thing to say.

You like her, don't you?
Of course I like her.

She's very good at her job.

No, Buff.

You like her, don't you?

No, I don't.

Who's not being
straight now, Buff?

Get back to work, ET.

Alright, Buff.

Sir.

You're going to express
your disapproval

on the way I've handled
this situation?

Not the fire, but as for
the other, yes, sir.

Very well. That's your right.

Your determination
to find Carl Davies

seemed to wane the moment
you saw Dr Morrell.

I honestly believe Dr Morrell
to be in serious trouble.

I'll be putting a full and frank
report in to NAVCOM.

You're welcome to read it.

If you still feel compelled
to lodge a separate report,

I understand.

I'm sure one report
will be plenty.

And as for Dr Morrell, she
didn't appear to be ill-treated

or in any sort of jeopardy.

I'm sorry if that's not
what you wanted to hear.

Of course it's what I want
to hear. It's just...

What about Carl Davies?
Any sign of him?

There was a container
on the deck

that appeared to
have been altered.

How?
Ventilation added.

He could've been inside.

Gallagher was very
reluctant to open it.

Then we saw the fire
and returned to the ship.

So, for all we know, he might
still be on the 'Pacific Mariner'?

Yes, sir.

Sir?

The crew are putting it
down to more bad luck.

Along with the debacle on the
'Mariner', the galley fridge

and everything else
that's gone wrong

since we sailed
without Thor, sir.

I don't think much else
could do wrong, Charge.

Yeah. Let's hope not.

But... there is an old navy way
of dealing with the, uh...

..situation, sir.

Does it involve anything

that I should be at all
concerned about?

No, sir.

Then make it so, Charge.

What's going on?

Step right up, Spide.
Step right up.

Alright, you scurvy lot,
settle down.

It's time to remove the cloud

of misery, malevolence
and malignancy

hanging over this ship.

In other words, time to give
the bad luck the sword -

or the club.

How? Well may you ask,
young Spider.

Well may you ask.

We need to appease the god
of the seven seas himself.

And who better to sweet-talk
old crab features

than his trouble and strife?

Here she is,
the beautiful Mrs Neptune!

So where's the offering?
Offering?

Neptune
demands an offering!

Fair enough.

Seaman Webb.

Whoo-hoo...
Charge?

Are you prepared to appease
the god of the seven seas

with sacrifice?

Well... I guess so, Charge.

Grab that tray off Chefo.

Hold on tight, Spide.

Accept this offering,
oh, three-pronged hubby.

Please, don't.
Release the 'Hammersley'
from this grip of bad luck.

Bon appetit.
No, guys...

What was it?

Off milk, curried sausages.

Spicy dongers.

OK, I now proclaim
this ship free

from all mozz, mockers,
misadventures, malfunctions,

bad luck.

And anyone who
thinks otherwise,

all the more fool them.

Yeah?

How did the cleansing go?

True to form.

Neptune said OK.
Good.

How's the ankle?

It's cold.

It's... it's not too bad.

You know, Buff, you didn't
need to threaten ET.

I told him not to hurt you.
Buff...

Now, I want you to know
that I respect you

both as an officer
and as a woman.

I really mean that.

I know you do, Pete.

What?

You've never
called me Pete before.

Yeah, I have.
No, you haven't.

You're a good friend, Pete.

I know that I can
always count on you.

Yes, ma'am, you can.

And I would hate for anything

to get in the way
of our friendship.

Me too.

You'd better get some rest.

I'll pop in later on.

If you need anything...
I'll yell.

Thank you.

Maybe he didn't mean what
he said about, you know...

Just boys being boys,
big-noting themselves.

Yeah?

I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot.

I never, ever wanted
to hurt you, Nikki.

I'm... Forgive me.

I forgive you.

Great. Thank you.

But I can never trust you, Josh.

Tr... Of cour... of course
you can trust me, Nikki...

Please leave.

We've got six months
on this boat, right?

I'm on the wagon,
women-wise, till then.

What?

Neither of us wants to get
booted off the 'Hammersley'.

And you don't think
I'm serious.

But what if I go cold turkey

to prove to you how much I...

..um... I care for you?

Look, in six months time,

we'll probably be
in different postings,

then we can go public -
we can... we can do this.

You'll have
no sex for six months?

Yeah, that's right, that's
right. No sex, six months.

Just cold showers. Six months.

I'll think about it.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah, come on in, Charge.

So, we got our mojo back.

For those who thought
we'd ever lost it, yes, sir.

Good.

And the knocking on Two Deck,
it stopped.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I guess it has.

Yeah.

They found this rolling
in the false bulkhead

next to your cabin.

It wouldn't be yours, would it?

I haven't had much of a chance
to get out on the greens

on account of my eye,

so I stowed my golf gear there
to keep it out of the way.

I guess this one
escaped from the bag.

I don't imagine you'll be
stowing it there again.

No, sir.

I think we've all had
enough sleepless nights.

That eye still
causing you grief?

I think the smoke from the fire
must've aggravated it a bit.

OK. Get it checked out
when we get back to base.

No delay this time.
No, sir.

I'm in no hurry to go
through that again.

Any ideas yet on what
caused this fire?

We're investigating, but it's
still a bit of a mystery.

You know, she's an old ship.
Old wiring. Who knows?

I love her as much
as you do, Charge.

But sadly, the old girl's
showing her age.

I'd still like her to go out
with a bit of oomph, sir.

We can arrange that.
Don't worry.

Show time.

Alright, come on.

Seriously, you should've
seen him.

It was a treat.
Thank you, buddy.

Six months.

Ladies and gentlemen...

..the King is dead.

Long live the King!

Hey!
Ah, Spide.

Redeemed yourself.
Well done, mate.

Yeah. About time, eh?

Got him back. Got him back.

It was tough
but, uh, we did it.

Uh... I'm gonna...
catch you guys later.

I've gotta... I've gotta...
head off, so I'll see you...

ET, your shout?
Yeah, I'll get one too, ET.

Josh, hi.

Hey, Suzie, how are you?

Good. How are you?

I'm g... I'm good, I'm good.

Good.

Remember that night that we
caught up at that wine bar?

Yeah, yeah.
That was a big night.

I'm pregnant.

It's yours.

Sir.

Gallagher, what
are you doing here?

Aren't you the one
following me, Captain?

Where's Ursula Morrell?

Last seen, she was bobbing
about in the Arafura Sea -

counting turtles.

If anything happens to her...
You'll what?

Turn your warship on me?

You know what they say -
big gun, little...

I'm sorry to interrupt. Sir,
the commander's waiting for us.

You'll keep.

No doubt I will.

Ciao, Kate.

What the hell was he doing here?

Lodging a formal complaint

that you boarded an
Australian-flagged vessel

under false pretences,

then, having failed to find
any evidence of wrongdoing,

exceeded his generosity
when he asked you to leave,

therefore you were trespassing.

Trespassing?!

Sir, the 'Pacific Mariner'
is involved in something,

be it people-smuggling or
some other illegal activity.

It's dirty.
What?

Based on some very
circumstantial evidence

and your gut feeling.

You had no need to board
the 'Pacific Mariner'.

Yes.

You disobeyed earlier guidance
to check out a type-III FFV.

Sir.

The 'Pacific Mariner' is off
limits, Lieutenant Commander,

do you understand?

Yes, sir.