All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S01E13

You wanted to see me, sir.

X, you know Greg. This is
his colleague, Martina Royce.

- Hello.
- Hi.

You're obviously curious
about what's going on here.

Off at first light, going
like the clappers. You bet.

We're following
the 'Pacific Mariner'.

It has a transmitter on board.

Nice work.
How did you manage that?

All thanks to the captain here.

Ursula - Dr Morrell -
ended up at my place and...

..admitted she'd made
some big mistakes.

When Lisa and I started
working for Rick Gallagher

we just thought
we were doing research

on some unusually toxic
species of crab.

I encouraged her to see
these guys and set it right.

She informed us that
Rick Gallagher would be loading

the entire stockpile of toxin
onto the 'Pacific Mariner'.

If this stuff gets out, we're
talking deaths in the thousands.

The trouble was she
couldn't tell us the location

or when it was gonna be loaded

so we gave her a transmitter
to activate when it was D-day

and they were under way.

Wait a second, are you...

..are you saying she's on board
the 'Pacific Mariner'?

Gallagher's a killer.
If he finds out...

It was her choice.

Oh, I'm sure you guys
pointed out all the pitfalls.

Come on. Give us a break.
She knew what risk it entailed.

I bet she did.

She asked us not to tell you.
Sorry. It was the only way.

Sir, from NAVCOM.

The transmitter's indicating
the 'Pacific Mariner's

maintaining her course
and speed.

Our orders remain -
close but do not intercept.

I'll have to brief my team.

Uh... I'd prefer you didn't.

We need to keep security
on this tight as a drum.

And I'd prefer you trusted
my team as much as I do.

OK, team. Listen up.

Today we're participating

in a joint operation
with the Federal Police

to track and ultimately
intercept the 'Pacific Mariner'.

Rick Gallagher again?
Yes.

We believe Gallagher
intends to load a cargo

of lethal toxin onto his ship

and attempt to transport it
out of our territorial waters.

Any idea what he plans
on doing with it?

Our intelligence suggests

his aim is to on-sell it
internationally

to the highest
black-market bidder.

So terrorists could
get their hands on it?

Correct.

The implications
of that are obvious.

Our task is to prevent it
from happening.

But we can't intercept him
until he's loaded the toxin.

NAVCOM orders, Charge.

This may be one of the most
important operations

we've been called upon
to perform,

and certainly one of
the most dangerous.

So let's stay sharp,
focus on the task at hand,

and I'm sure we'll achieve
a positive outcome.

- Any questions?
- No, sir.

Alright, that's all.

With all due respect, sir,

the Federal Police don't believe

that aerial surveillance
is a good idea.

You see, if Gallagher gets
an inkling that we're on to him,

he'll cut and run.

We need to let him load
the toxins before we move in.

It... Yes, sir. Yep.

We don't know
who the buyers are.

But if they get their hands
on this toxin...

Yes, sir.
The Seahawks are at Alert 30.

'Kingston's on immediate
notice to sail.

Uh, sir.

I'll call you back.
We lost the signal.

Has the 'Pacific Mariner'
slowed?

No, sir.

When we lost the signal

she'd maintained
a steady course at 8 knots.

OK, I'll call the feds.
Get on to 'Hammersley'.

Yes, sir.

We may not be required to board,

depending on
the support situation.

And this toxin -
will we need protection?

Yep.

But according to Dr Morrell,

the toxin isn't harmful
to marine life.

Only humans.
Yeah.

It's all a bit scary.

Ma'am.

The armed services.

Sooner or later you're gonna
get put on the hotplate.

What helps is the thought
of Rick Gallagher

when they slip
the handcuffs on him.

It's personal.
Oh, you bet it is.

Well, not just for you.
You mean the CO?

One thing I do know about him

is that he will never put
personal issues before duty.

NAVCOM has lost
the tracking beacon signal.

It could be
a malfunction.

Or Gallagher's
found the transmitter

and now Dr Morrell
is in trouble.

We could head for the 'Mariner's
last known lat and long

and hope she's still there.

If he's found it,
he won't stay.

Sir, we gotta try something.
Yes, we do, and fast.

Nav, is this the
'Pacific Mariner' course?

Yes, boss.

If she keeps to it,
it'll take a right here.

Bright Island.

That was searched.

Maybe something was missed.

In lieu of better intel,
I suggest we make for it.

Every second counts.

I could request
air reconnaissance.

Well, just a single plane.

If they are there,
we don't want to scare 'em off.

Roger.

Hammerhead 2,
this is Whisky Foxtrot Echo 51.

No current activity
visible on the island.

The beach on the south
seems a bit torn up,

some vegetation flattened
on the west side of the hill.

No other signs of habitation
from up here. Over.

Copy that. Don't stick around.
We'll take it from here. Over.

Shall I prepare
a shore party?

We can't be certain
there's no hostile element.

If Gallagher gets away,

somewhere a lot of people
are gonna die.

They may have left
something on the island

that will give us some intel.

True.

Take the tinnie.

Three of us,
three of yours.

Remember who we're
dealing with here.

If there's no-one there, the
place could be booby-trapped.

Away seaboat.

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

There's no sign of anybody.

We're heading up a hillside.

Murphy.

We're approaching what looks
like an old World War II bunker.

Proceed with
caution, X-ray 2. Over.

This is X-ray 2. Roger. Out.

It's been really
well camouflaged.

X.

Island Springwater.
Yeah, not a bad drop.

Oh!

Cobwebs.

ET... you and me.

Too late.

X.

What's that?

It's a tracking device.
Damn it!

Charlie 2, this is X-ray 2.

Transmitter's been
deliberately smashed.

He's on to us.

I'm a lot more concerned

about the implications
for Dr Morrell.

There's no evidence of her
having been on the island.

I can only assume
she's still with Gallagher.

And where's Gallagher?

Could be anywhere.

He's a lot slower than us.

If we knew where he was headed,
we could still catch him.

RO, when did the satellite
transmission stop?

Just after midday.

Which should be around here.

OK, get on to NAVCOM,
ask for any intel they have

on vessels in this region
from 1300.

Yes, sir.

They probably
had some aircraft up there

checking on the cyclone.

We might get a lucky sighting
of them on his new course.

That's a long bow, isn't it?

It's about the only chance
we have.

Well, better give
our lot the bad news.

She may still be alive.

She made some wrong choices.

But, then, we all do.

Yeah, we do.

Eat up, Buffer. Might be the
last chance you get for a while.

Misty found my conversation
inspiring.

Misty?

Misty was that blonde
you were talking to

at the bar last night?

Name like 'Misty', she's either
a stripper or a whale-watcher.

Or both.
Possibly both.

Hey, hey, I finally
get a woman interested

and I'm gonna die
inhaling some deadly toxin.

Toxin, perfume - same result.

I'd like to see how these guys
handle this toxin

when I feed it to them.

Oh, gentlemen, company.
Oh.

Hi. I agree with you
completely.

Martina.

Buffer. Peter.

You'll have
to excuse us, Martina.

Peter's watch is about to start

and I need to give my boys
some information.

Understood.

We're relying on you boys
to find this ship.

Well, ma'am, if anyone can
sniff it out, it's the CO.

Oh, I look forward to hearing

some of your
'inspiring' conversation.

Ma'am.

Must be the pheromones,
mate.

What?
Exactly.

RO?
Mm?

Any more on that cyclone alert?

Yeah, the centre's approximately

100 miles east
of our current position.

Oh, well, at least
we're heading away from it.

Keep me updated.
Yes, ma'am.

X? White with one.

Buffer, thank you.

What is it?

The federal agent, Martina...

Mm.

..you wouldn't happen
to know if she's single?

She's not wearing a ring,
but how would you know...

No. I mean, I don't know
if she's single.

Right, OK.

But, um, Buff...

..she's a uni type...

And she wouldn't be interested
in an uneducated Popeye like me.

N-no...

Right, OK, thanks.
No, that's not what I...

Yes, I know, sir.

I know we want to
capture it intact,

but what if the target
doesn't comply?

Flynn's gotta know
if he can sink it.

Yeah. Yes, sir. Yeah.

Yeah, as soon as
would be appreciated.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, that's great.

Get this - if 'Hammersley' has
to sink the 'Pacific Mariner',

needs ministerial approval.

For the Minister
to give it the go-ahead,

he needs the PM's authority.

And the PM can't be contacted.

Isn't that good?

Hi.

You must really enjoy this
stuff, out in the elements.

Yeah, I love it.

What about you?
You like what you do?

Yeah. Yeah, it's been
three years now.

It's gone so fast.

I never seem to be home.

What does your boyfriend
think of that?

Hates it. Won't sleep with me
the first three nights back.

Demands expensive sashimi.

He's a Siamese.

Some wayward gull
must have dropped this.

Maybe it's not wayward anymore.

Maybe it's finally home.

Barometer's
still falling, sir.

Did you get those intel reports
from the last transmission?

There wasn't much,
but I've plotted the positions.

Gallagher's probably going to
head towards territorial waters.

Timor or Indonesia.

Or a rendezvous
with someone else.

Here, look. 1400.
A boat heading nor-east.

Nor-east? I'm lost.
I'm Gallagher.

I'm heading to Bright Island
to pick up the toxin.

Then I find a transmitter
on my boat.

Right.
I destroy the transmitter...

Load the toxin...

And head nor-east, around
the storm to territorial waters

where we can't touch him.

This is the 'Pacific Mariner'.

Can we reach him first?

Yeah, but we're going
through the storm.

Nav, plot our course to here.
Try and make good 18 knots.

Already on it, sir.
I think we might just do it.

Or sink trying.

Sometimes you have
to roll the dice, X.

Do you hear there?
Captain speaking.

We've determined the position
of the target vessel

and will pursue it at our
highest possible speed

through the eye of the storm.

This is it, team.
This is what we train for.

A great many lives are at stake.
People are relying on us.

I do not intend to let
them down. That is all.

You got those
intercept points for me, Nav?

This speed made good, sir.

We should beat
the 'Pacific Mariner' there

by 15 to 20 minutes.

Roger.

You can't be certain
that's where he's headed.

Not without radar
and aerial recon.

I know where he's headed.

We've just gotta
get there in time.

You better get down
to the wardroom.

There's gonna be
a lot more of this.

Hold on.

Hang in there, Paddy.

Ooh! Sorry.

Oh, I don't know
how you keep your feet.

It's OK - I took my
fair share of tumbles

when I first started too.

Right, I...

Oh, sorry.
That's OK.

We're making
good speed, sir.

Probably just as well it is
the old girl's last job.

Sir, I was
on the line to NAVCOM.

They were saying they can't
get any surveillance planes up,

then we lost contact.

I think it was our end.

Everything's down,
even the radar.

Oh.

I'll take a look, sir. Nav?

Swain, bridge!

Do you hear there?
Captain speaking.

It's critical
we intercept our target.

Unfortunately, we've lost all
communications, including radar,

but we're working on it.

In the meantime, here's a little
something to inspire us.

♪ Lightning strike, yeah

♪ Thunder frightening

♪ Storm clouds all around

♪ When the boys roll into town

♪ You bump and grind
till you're out of your mind

♪ Shake and shout
There'll be no doubt

♪ There's a rough ride comin'

♪ There's a rough ride comin'

♪ We hit the high tide
runnin'... ♪

I hope your hunch

about Gallagher's position
is correct.

Nav, estimated time
for intercept?

10 minutes, sir.

We made good time.

Maybe he's dragging the chain.

I've located the communications
problem, sir. It's the antenna.

We need it fixed -

need to know how far we can go
if Gallagher doesn't heave to.

Alright, sir.

Careful, ET.
We can't afford to slow down.

Sir.

Put on a safety harness.
Will do, ma'am.

Thought about
what you're gonna do

after the ship's
decommissioned, Chefo?

Yeah, I'll stick with
the boss if I can.

Think I want to be a commander.

Can't imagine
not doing this now.

Well, I reckon
the bird has flown.

It was always a long shot.

Come on.

Sorry, sir! It's taking
longer than expected.

Soon as, ET.

Sir.

He can't get away again.

We'll notify the Indonesians.
They might pick him up.

Contact red, one-zero.

That's him.

'Pacific Mariner',
this is Australian warship.

Stop. Heave to.
I intend to board you. Over.

Hello, Mike.

Don't think I'll be
stopping for a chat,

much as I'd like to.

Bring the ship
to action stations, X.

- Nowhere to hide this time.
- Hands to action stations.

Action stations!
Action stations!

'Pacific Mariner',
this is Australian warship.

Stop, heave to.
I intend to board you. Over.

Nice of you
to join us, Spider.

Hurry up and get your
antiflash gear on.

Chefo can't operate
that 50-cal on his own.

Sorry, Buff!

You heard the man.
Smurf up!

This is Australian warship.

Stop, heave to.
I intend to board you.

40/60 aim at target.

40/60 aim at target, sir.
Roger.

Comms problem fixed, sir.
Well done!

He's maintaining speed.

Heave to, 'Pacific Mariner',
or I will fire upon you.

You might like
to rethink that.

He's got Ursula.

Say hello to your boyfriend.
Mike!

If you care anything
for Ursula,

if she means anything to you...

40/60, one round only,
across the bow.

Engage!

'Pacific Mariner', heave to
or I will fire to hit.

So that's all you think
of your girlfriend, Mike?

No. I do believe
you're bluffing.

'Pacific Mariner', cut your
engines or I will fire on you.

Fire away.

RO, has NAVCOM
spoken to Canberra?

They've still
been unable to get

definitive rules of engagement
from the prime minister. Over.

- We need an answer - now.
- Yes, sir.

'Pacific Mariner'
is not slowing, sir.

40/60, one round only,
across the bow.

Engage.

Listen and listen good, Flynn.

If I don't send a message

confirming I'm in foreign water
within an hour,

the toxin will be released

into the water supply
of an Australian town.

You sink me,
innocent people die.

Sir, the target will be a no-go
in less than three minutes.

This threat
complicates the issue.

Do not fire unless fired upon.

We are trying to get an order
from the prime minister.

Is that understood?
Yes, sir.

So, what's it gonna be, Flynn?

This is Australian warship, sir.

Heave to now
or I will fire on you.

Two minutes to foreign
territorial waters.

NAVCOM are still
trying for an answer.

We need to get
an order on this.

- He's bluffing.
- I'm not so sure, sir.

Let me through, Flynn.

Any toxin in Australia will be
destroyed. I give you my word.

40/60, shift target.
Engine room compartment.

40/60, shift target.
Engine room compartment.

40/60, shift target.
Engine room compartment.

Aim at target.

Aim at target, sir.
Roger.

One minute.

I knew I could rely
on you, Flynn.

Adios.

Mike, he's lying.
All the toxins are on board.

Sink us. Sink us now!
Get out of it!

- Alarm machine-gunner.
- Alarm machine-gunner.

Cease fire.
G2 gun loaded.

- G2, shift target - bridge.
- G2, shift target - bridge.

G2, aim at target, ma'am.

Three bursts only - bridge.
Three bursts - bridge. Engage.

G2 misfire!

G2, unship weapons.
Change out, G2.

30 seconds to foreign waters.

X, 40/60, two rounds only,
engine room compartment.

40/60, two rounds,
engine room compartment.

Engage!

Check, check, check.
Good shooting, guns crews.

Looks like
they're surrendering.

No sign of Dr Morrell.

They're abandoning ship.
She's sinking.

Slow ahead, both engines.

Sir, I'll prepare
a recovery team.

Hands to boarding stations,
hands to boarding stations,

hands to boarding stations.

NAVCOM just gave
the order to engage.

Better late than never.

Thanks, RO.

On the port side.

That's it. Easy...

- Yep, get under his arms, Chefo.
- Yep.

In!

Nope, there's nothing we can do
for this bloke.

I see something - red 4-0.

It's Ursula.

Good shooting, Spider.

Guess all that training
finally paid off.

Um, sir...
I think I killed him.

You did your job, son.

He was a threat to the ship
and to your shipmates.

Sir? We've got Dr Morrell.

She's dead, captain.

From now on, that's what you
and your crew are going to say.

For her sake, it's better

that everyone believes she's
at the bottom of the ocean.

Understood.

You scared
the life outta me.

I was just playing
hard to get.

Dr Morrell,

are there any more stores
of the toxin anywhere?

Every ounce of the toxin
in existence is on that boat.

The only reason I'm alive

is 'cause I never
revealed the formula.

So you can tell your bosses
the threat's over.

X, perhaps you could find some
dry clothes for Dr Morrell?

Of course.

RO, notify NAVCOM
we've secured the target

and we're turning prisoners
over to the feds.

Yes, sir.

Can't wait to get my hands
on Gallagher.

You're gonna have
to stand in line.

This is Charlie-2.

I want the tinnie out as well,
searching for survivors.

The feds will join you.

Any sign of Gallagher, ET?

Not yet, boss, but
we're still searching. Over.

Notify me the minute
you find him.

Will do, sir.

Sir, suggest we send
a dive team down

to do a thorough search
of the 'Pacific Mariner'.

Gallagher may still
be on board.

Good call, X. Go for it.

Although I don't think
he's the type of guy

that would go down
with his ship.

Charlie-2, this is Romeo-2.

I think we've got Gallagher.
Over.

- Righto, get him in, ET.
- Turn him over.

It's not him.

He's wearing Gallagher's
jacket. It's a trick.

Charlie-2, this is Romeo-2.

We do not have Gallagher.

Repeat, we do not
have Gallagher.

Say again, ET.

I say again,
it's not Gallagher.

Of course it's not.
It wasn't that far to swim.

And NONE of your people were
watching the starboard side.

Don't!

Don't be foolish, Kate.

Let her go.
Put down the gun.

Uh... No.

I'm not asking for much, Mike.

Drive me a few hundred yards
that way, give me a RHIB

and you get Ursula back
without a hole in her head.

What could be fairer than that?

- Lower the weapon.
- Sir...

That's an order, X.

That's the spirit, Kate.

I did that to show you
I'm a reasonable man.

But this ship is going nowhere.

Oh, please, Mike...

I'm not bluffing.

I'll kill her.

Kill her. And we'll kill you.

I'll do it.

Reacquire target.

You'll get one shot away.

Your choice - her or me,
who do you want to kill most?

After all, we both
outsmarted you.

No-one outsmarted me!
You got lucky.

Yeah. That's what
all the losers say.

Sir, the RHIB...

Sir...

Ursula, are you alright?
I'm fine.

Oh.

X!

It's just a graze!

X!

It's fine. I'm absolutely...

Pale. Take care of her, Swain.

I'm... I'm fine.

Sir, keep pressure on there.
I'll go and get my kit.

Those frigates need
all the help they can get.

Make sure that RHIB's
secured properly, boys,

and square away those yards.

Ma'am.

Just wanted to thank you
for looking after me.

Well, you didn't need much
looking after, ma'am.

You handled those seas
like a veteran.

Well, um, thanks, anyway.

No trouble.

Well, take care.
Yeah, you too.

Ma'am?

Would you like to
have lunch sometime?

Yeah, that would be great.

Um... how about Wednesday?

Wednesday's good.
Great.

Oh, I'll give you my card.

Thank you.

May I escort you off the ship?
Sure.

Yep, I did what I said -
no other women.

That's true.
So we can finally date?

Yep.

So, where you thinking of
transferring to - a frigate?

I'll be staying with Mike.

That wasn't the plan -
I'll be with Mike.

Wasn't whose plan?
That was my plan.

I'll come to
the hospital tonight...

Nav!
..soon as I get this sorted.

There's no need.

You heard it -
superficial wound.

I need to get sleep.

You'll be otherwise engaged
anyway.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Milk chocolate.

Not dark.

Hi.

This all feels kind of unreal.

I know.

So, what happens now?

Oh, the Federal Police
will put me somewhere safe.

Probably a long way from here.

Well, I'd like
to see you again.

You can't.

I'm a ghost, remember?

You don't taste like a ghost.

We have to go.

Maybe some day.

If you don't forget me.

You know where to find me.

Do you hear there?
Captain speaking.

I'm proud of you all.

What we have achieved
will ensure

the 'Fremantle'-class
HMAS 'Hammersley'

her rightful place in the
dignified history of our fleet

and the fond memory of all those
who've served aboard her.

As her decommissioning day
arrives,

I can't think of a more fitting
finale to her years of service.

I wanted her to go out
in a blaze of glory,

and thanks to you all,
the old girl has.

And I want each and every one
of you to sail with me again

on the new 'Armidale'-class ship

which I've just been informed
I'll be commanding.

You're the best ship's company
a captain could hope for.

Thank you all.

That's all.

May I?

It's time.

Your recommendation.

For a frigate posting.

A big ship.

Actually,
I was thinking, um...

..that I'd take you up on
your invitation to stay.

Unless, of course,
you want to get rid of me.

No.

Nothing I appreciate more
than loyalty, courage,

and real throat-ripping debate.

So big isn't always best?

Apparently not, sir.

And the arm?

Healing as we speak.

Guard, ho!

Guard, general salute.
Present arms!

Guard, ho!

Sir, 'Hammersley's
job is done.

I commend her white ensign
to your safekeeping

until the naming of
the new 'Hammersley'.

On behalf of the navy,

I will hold this white ensign
in safekeeping.

Parade, left turn!

Guard, left turn!

Left turn!

Parade, quick!