All language subtitles for Sea Patrol S05E07

CHARGE: Can you see anyone
on board, Dutchy?

She hasn't responded
to our hail, sir.

She's just drifting.
Could be abandoned.

OK. X, take a look.
Yes, sir.

Hang on a minute, Ryan.

Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.

XO: Alright, Dutchy, White.
Check port side.

You two, wheelhouse.
Aye, ma'am.

Oi!

Hey, what the hell?
Australian Navy!

Am I glad to see you guys.

Lightning strike yesterday
fried all my electrics.

Been adrift ever since
trying to get her going.

X, the circuit-breakers
on the switch panel are melted.

Engine needs rewiring. She's not
going anywhere under her own steam.

OK. Where's home port for you?

Winston. It's a little fishing town
that way.

Alright. Well, we'll see
what we can do, hey?

Thanks.

Must have been one hell
of a lightning strike.

Blew me off my feet.
What's your name?

Leigh.
I'm Ryan, mate.

There's a serious sandbank
at the entrance to Winston Harbour.

We should be able to just get
in there at high tide.

Means we'll have to overnight.

XO: I'm sure the crew won't mind
a bit of unscheduled R and R, sir.

I'm sure they won't.

So, there's a poker game
happening out of town.

I'm gonna give them
a little bit of a lesson.

Do you really think
that's a good idea?

Mate, it's a top idea.
Don't wait up. Ha ha!

He'll never learn, will he?
Nope.

Do you want another?
Yeah, yeah. Cheers.

LEIGH: Beer for you,

Bundy and Coke for you,
and a squash for me.

Are you, uh, staying sober
to hustle us?

Not legal yet. Only 17.

Oh, you don't look it.

So, are you guys...

..you know... on together?

Oh! No. No, no, no. No.
(LAUGHS) No, no, no.

That could, um, never happen,
could it, Bird?

No. Could never happen.

Not in this man's navy, my friend.

Bird and I are just good mates.

(GROANS)

Oh, guys, don... Don't be like that.
It's only money!

(PHONE BEEPS)
Oh, f...

Where the hell...

(MOSQUITO BUZZES)
Oh!

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Huh?

What? What the...?

Ah! Aargh!

Aargh!

Uh, heart attack on a plate
as usual, Charge?

Ha ha. Just beans on toast,
thanks, Bird.

Hmm.

We'll get under way
as soon as the tide allows.

Right.
Sir? Just in.

Or maybe not.

Fleet met officer
has just issued a cyclone warning

for waters to our north.

Looks like we'll be staying put
for another 24 hours.

That'll give us an opportunity
to catch up

on some non-essential
maintenance work.

You mean fishing and footy, yeah?

Mmm.

Hey, has anyone seen 2 Dads?
(PHONE RINGS)

Um...

Hello?

I told you, buddy. If you can't
do the time, don't do the crime.

(SIGHS)

Stand-by to recover the sea boat.

2 Dads.

What happened to you?

Um... I'm not really sure, ma'am.

Oh. You're not sure?
Well, you smell like a brewery.

Yes, ma'am. Some locals...

Some locals didn't take
too well to losing

and I had to walk some of the way.

The last thing I remember
was a bright light in the sky.

Mmm. A bright light?
Yes, ma'am.

What sort of a bright light?

It was like... something
out of this world, ma'am.

Are you having a lend of me, Leader?
No, ma'am.

Because if we hadn't changed
our plans to sail this morning,

you would be in very serious trouble.

Yes, ma'am. I'm really sorry, ma'am.
It won't happen again, ma'am.

Yeah, until next time.
Yes, ma'am.

I mean, no, ma'am. I mean...

Just go and get yourself cleaned up
before the CO sees you.

Yes, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am, very much.

Alright. So take two of these
and try and get some rest.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

Is there anything else
you need to ask me?

Not that I can think of.

No unusual marks or anything
like that on your body?

I got mozzie bites on my leg,
but that's about it.

Well, we better take a look.

See? There.

Oh, my God.

Bird?

What?
These aren't mozzie bites, mate.

They're not? What are they?
They're probe marks.

What?!
Does it hurt to sit down?

Did they go in the rectal route?
(BOTH LAUGH)

You know if my head
wasn't about to explode,

I'd tell you where to stick yours.

Uh, 2 Dads, there's a call for you.
From who?

ET. He wants you to phone home.

(SWAIN LAUGHS)

Boom!

They'll keep. There will be payback
and I will have the last laugh.

Word is you saw a UFO.
A bright light in the sky.

I didn't see anything, Charge.

I got drunk and passed out.

No, you didn't.
Yeah, I did.

Take a seat and tell me
what happened.

Charge...
Hey, I believe you.

RYAN: Hanging out,
doing whatever you like -

doesn't seem like
such a bad life to me.

BIRD: Yeah, me either.

Hey, my boat's being fixed.
What's your excuse?

Tropical Cyclone Hugo.

Yeah, normally we'd be hard at work.
Me too.

Fishing?
Yeah.

What does your mum do?
She died when I was a kid.

Sorry.
That's OK.

Dad's the one who's had it hard.
I mean, Dad and Mum.

I had it the other way around.
Grown up just with Mum.

You understand, then?

Tap's for girls. Tackle.

Yeah, if you guys think
I'm playing tackle, you're nuts.

Oh, ho, ho!

(LAUGHS)
Gotcha.

CHARGE: An open mind, man.
That's the key.

I mean, northern Australia's
notorious for sightings.

2 DADS: It's also notorious
for big drinkers.

OK. We can do a U-turn if you want.

I reckon the guys'll be sick
of telling jokes in...

..a couple of weeks.

Then it'll all kick back in again
once we get back to base.

But if we could just find something
to make them eat their words, hey?

OK, OK. Keep going.

Good choice.

Yeah, that fallen log.

Yeah?
Yeah. That's where I hit the beach.

OK. Well, let's head inland
from there, hey?

CHARGE: Will you stop doing that?
2 DADS: I can't switch it off.

Well, you're the electrics
specialist. Fix it.

Oh, I'm gonna do that with all
the tools that I brought, yeah?

You're a tool.
There. It's off.

I reckon over the next rise
and we'll be there.

And then what?

Well, then we look for... I don't
know, recent signs of landings or...

Why would guys with big-arse brains
make their way all the way to here?

Middle of nowhere.
The fishing?

(LAUGHS)

I don't know.

I'm just here to investigate.

Charge...
Come on!

(FAINT DRONING NEARBY)

Oh, God. Is that a...
Shh, shh, shh. Come on.

We've got to get closer. Keep down.

MAN: Let's get a move on.
We haven't got all night.

What do you think are in the boxes?

Whatever it is, it's not legal.

MAN: Make sure everything's secure.
What are you doing? Turn it off.

I can't.
Turn it off! Turn it off.

Turn it off!
I'm trying!

There's someone over there.
Go get 'em! I want them dead!

Go! Go, go, go, go!
Go get 'em!

Hurry up! Move! Move, move!

Run, run! Run!
Turn it off, for Godsake!

I can't! I can't!

Just keep running! Run!

Duck into the bushes!
(GUNFIRE)

That was close.
Yeah.

Aargh!

(GROANS)
Charge!

(GRUNTS)
What's wrong?

Nothing.
You sure?

Yeah. (EXHALES)

You got me scared, man.
What's going on?

It's just a stitch.
Just a stitch?!

Yes!
(ENGINE DRONES)

Any sign of the ute?
Nah. They've gone.

You gotta get Swain to take
a look at that, mate.

Fine.
Charge.

Just stop it!

(GRUNTS) We gotta get out of here.

I lost my bearings. Which way?

Not sure.

But I got out of here once before,
I can do it again.

Right.
Come on. This way.

No, this way.

You sure this is the way
to the beach?

Yeah. Positive.

(GRAVEL CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT)

Then what are we doing on a road?

(GUN COCKS)
MAN: You boys stand real still, now.

CHARGE: We're Australian Navy.

If you kill us,
you'll have them to answer to.

MAN: Well, who said anything
about killing anybody?

And what the hell
are two navy boys doing

out here in the middle of nowhere?

So, an orienteering exercise?

Yeah.
Bit of a ways from the ocean.

That's our problem. We're not much
good on dry land. We got lost.

What about you, Sarge?

What are you doing out here
in the middle of nowhere?

Well, I was having a comfort stop

and I saw you two
coming out of the bush.

You made me splash my boots.

Sorry about that.

No, I'm just doing my rounds.

I've got a precinct out here
the size of Victoria.

Right. So, you're... pretty familiar
with these parts?

Oh, no. No, I just
took up the posting.

But I am looking forward to
some fresh barra and a cold beer.

(CHUCKLES)

So, what's this about a black flight?

Well, they were definitely
smuggling something, sir.

What were you doing out there
in the first place?

The truth, Charge.

We were looking for 2 Dads' UFO.

Well, not actually really MY UFO,
sir. It was Charge's idea.

You two swear
you haven't been drinking?

Sir!

Alright. Did you tell the
police officer who drove you back?

About the UFO or the flight?
The flight.

No, sir.
Why not?

We didn't trust him.
So he's part of the conspiracy too?

I don't know, sir.
He says he's new around here, but...

Did he say where he was from?
No.

Why? Do you know him?
No, he just looks familiar.

Did you get the registration number
of the aircraft?

Er... uh..

Uh...

Did you see what the cargo was?

Well... we just saw styrofoam boxes.

Styrofoam boxes, sir.
That could have been anything.

But that's when they started
shooting at us.

Righto. Write up a report.

But without more information, I don't
think there's much NAVCOM can do.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Charge. Charge!
You gonna tell Swaino?

About what?
About your stitch?

No.
Charge. I'm worried about you.

Well, your concern's touching,
but I'm fine.

So... write up the report.
I'm going to bed.

Hey! What?
Why am I writing the report?

'Cause you started it.
I star...?! How did...?!

YOU started it!
Oh, right! God!

Oh! Look at that.

The thing, with the thing
and the thing!

Goodnight.

Oh! That's just...

Hey!
(LAUGHS) Sorry.

So, do you reckon
there's stingers out there?

Trust me - totally safe.

Local knowledge.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Uh... Ryan, we've got notice to sail.

The cyclone must have been
downgraded.

How long?
30 minutes. We should go.

Guys?
Sorry.

We said this might just be a quickie.
Didn't think it'd be this quick.

Ryan, we really should move it.
Yeah, I'm coming.

You'll keep in touch, right?
Yeah, of course.

Sometimes I get up to Cairns
and maybe we can hook up.

Absolutely. That'd be great.

You mean that?
Yeah, of course.

Oh!
Hey. Hey, do you want a hand?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry. I-I thought you were...
No.

I'm sorry...
Nuh. Just back off.

Whatever you're thinking is wrong.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry!

Ma'am, we have a radar contact
bearing 108. Possible FFV.

Alright. Steer 108.

Steering 108.

Sir, I've got a visual up.

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRAFFIC)

CO: That's young Leigh's boat.

RO, hail him on VHF 16.

RO: 'El Toro', this is...

What is it this time, do you think?

..calling on VHF 16.
Are you receiving? Over.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

Actually, that's a fallacy, Charge,

because it does strike twice
quite often.

An acquaintance of mine, Russell -
twice.

Thank you, Robert.

2 Dads and Charge,
grab whatever tools you need.

Aye, ma'am.
Ryan, you can go too.

What?
He's your mate. You can lend a hand.

Oh, I've got stuff to do here, sir.
Whatever it is can wait. Move it.

Yes, sir.

XO: Leigh!

Hey, Leigh!

2 DADS: Swain, at the rush! Swain!

Looks like he's OD'd.

Alright. Let's get him
back on 'Hammersley', quick.

Captain, X. We're coming back.
Watch out for that needle.

How's he doing, Swain?

Uh... he keeps dropping
in and out of consciousness.

We really need to get him
to a proper medical facility.

Well, the closest one would be
the bush hospital back in Winston.

We'll just make it in on the tide.
It'll mean laying over another night.

I don't think we've got much choice.

OK.

Has he said anything at all?

Only one thing -
begged us not to tell his dad.

(CHUCKLES) Right. Well, let me know
if there's any change.

OK.

Sir.

I reckon there's a good chance

it was heroin in those boxes
the other night.

Possibly.
Well, let's question him about it.

He's in no fit state...
But, sir...

Charge, this is a police matter now.
We leave it to them.

Yes, sir.

Sir...
Bird.

You OK?
It just doesn't make sense.

I mean, he didn't even drink.
Why would he do something like this?

I don't know.

SWAIN: He recovered better
than I thought he would have.

They're just gonna
continue to hydrate him

and keep him under observation
for the next few days.

That's good news. Where's his father?

Hospital's trying to contact him.
Apparently he's been out fishing.

Yeah, I, uh... I worked out where
I remembered Sergeant Wild from.

He was a copper in Brisbane.
Did you work with him?

No. No, but I heard on the grapevine
he got himself into a bit of strife.

He was allegedly involved with some
organised crime figures down there.

Allegedly?

Well, he got hauled in front of
the Integrity Commission,

but nothing could be proved,
so he couldn't be sacked.

The feeling was he was in it
up to his eyeballs.

So this posting out to the boonies...
Punishment post.

I imagine the powers that be
would be hoping

he'd get jack of the isolation
and just quit.

Unless, of course,
you saw the chance

to feather your nest
with a chunk of drug money.

BIRD: I didn't get a chance
to talk to him.

After I finish up here
I might go see him in hospital.

Do you want to come?
No.

Got work to do.

So, are you guys... on together?

Oh, no. No, no, no.
(LAUGHS) No, no, no.

That could, um... never happen.
Bird and I are just good mates.

What the hell are you doing?!
I'm sorry. I... I thought...

No. Just... back off. Whatever
you thought was... no, wrong.

I'm so sorry.

Ryan.

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming.

Yeah, I got my stuff done.

Have you seen him?

No. The police sergeant's
still in there.

He's all yours.

Leigh?

Are you OK?

You know, you don't have to
face this on your own.

There are people you can talk to.
Not in Winston, there aren't.

Yeah, you don't have to stay here.

Who says he doesn't?

Dad.

It's awfully quiet in there.

Stay away from my son.

You hear me?!

Ryan. Ryan!

Get out!
Mate, let us help.

I don't want your help. Get out!
Leigh...

Why'd you have to find me?

I'd be dead.

I'd be out of here.
Hey, you don't mean that...

I do!

It's the only way
I'm going to get away.

From your dad?
Don't pretend you care!

Just piss off!

Get on your boat and piss off,
all of you!

Come on.

(SOBS)

CHARGE: Maybe we can just ask
a couple of questions.

You reckon?

Charge.

Is that the truck that chased us?

Could be.

Nah, I think it is.

Just don't have another stitch
on me, OK?

Very funny.

There. That's him.

It's one of the blokes from
the airstrip, loading the plane.

Are you sure?
Positive.

Oh, oh. That proves it.

It means Wild's bent.
Swain told us about this guy's past.

So, we follow the copper, yeah?
Yeah.

I reckon I can ID a couple of those
blokes from the other night too.

Looks like half the town
could be involved, Charge.

Yeah. What chance does Leigh have
in a place like this?

(ENGINE STARTS)

No...

Not much we can do now.
I don't know about that, Charge.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?
(STARTS ENGINE)

(SIGHS)

Stealing a car!

Wrong. Continuing the pursuit of
a suspected drug dealer, Charge.

Stop here.
What?

But he went that way.

I saw.
Yeah, so we go and check it out.

Nuh. We don't know
what we're walking into.

He's armed, we're not.
What if he's not alone?

Yeah, I don't like
those odds either.

So, what do we do?

You followed him?
Yes, sir.

On whose authority?
Ah.

In a...
It was a judgement call, sir.

For which you are notorious, 2 Dads.

You sure these men were the ones
involved in the black flight?

Without a doubt, sir.

Sir, we have no real authority
or jurisdiction here.

Ordinary citizens can act when
they know a crime's being committed.

Can't they, Swain?
Theoretically...

But right now, we don't even know
if a crime IS being committed.

We know that a substantial number
of the people in this town

are involved in
a drug distribution network,

including the police officer.

Charge, this is YOUR theory.
We have no hard and fast proof.

X, with respect, we all saw
what drugs did to that kid.

That wasn't a theory.
That was pretty hard and fast.

Alright. Charge, calm down.

I'm sorry, sir,
but as a parent, I can't.

Every minute we waste
gives them time to get away.

If they haven't already.

I agree something suspicious
is going on.

How do we get to this
processing plant?

It isn't exactly a hive of activity
for a thriving fishing town.

Mmm.

CHARGE: He's the ringleader
for sure.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Let's take a closer look.

(GROANING)

Swain!

(GROANS)

SWAIN: Hey...
Hey!

Hey, hey, take it easy. Hey, hey.

Someone jumped me.
It was probably your druggie mate.

What? Mal Scarpia?

He's no mate of mine.

You want to tell us
what you're doing here?

(SIGHS) Sorry.

Police business.
Cods it is!

What, Scarpia decked you?

What happened?
You have a little falling out?

(CHUCKLES) Is that what you think?
Oh, I reckon that's what happened.

I just told you
Scarpia isn't my mate.

Yeah. You can say
what you like, mate.

I saw you talking to him in town.
Charge.

I was investigating his son's OD
and questioning the locals!

I told you, I'm new in town.

Did you hear anything
to contradict that, Charge?

(SCOFFS)

2 Dads?

Uh... no, sir. We weren't
close enough to hear anything.

(SCOFFS, SIGHS)

Hey, look, it doesn't matter anyway.

And for what it's worth, I reckon
you're right about the drugs.

Where's Scarpia now?
He left.

(SIGHS)
What's your plan?

Get in my car
and piss off out of here.

What? You can't just let him
get away with it.

Hey, I've put in a report.
But I wouldn't hold my breath.

And so you're gonna just
get in your car and drive away?

I've learnt not to pick fights
I can't win.

Give us my gun, Lurch.

I'm out of here.

Well, what do we do now?

We sail with the tide.

What? But, sir, he's...
Charge, it's a police matter now.

End of story.

Uh, sir, we have a radar contact.

Bearing 029, range 8 miles.
Crossing our waters. RO?

RO: According to
the transponder signal,

she's an Australian trawler,
the 'Millie Rose'.

Wish them fair seas, RO.

Sir? 'Millie Rose' is registered
to one Malcolm Scarpia.

Out of Winston.

(OVER P.A.) Hands
to boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations.

(OVER SPEAKER) Stop your engines.
Australian Navy.

We intend to board you in accordance
with the Australian Customs Act.

Repeat, stop your engines.

We intend to board you.

What's the problem?
We're just fishermen.

Are you the master
of this vessel, sir?

Yes, I am. Mal Scarpia...
Hey. Stay back.

Take a look around.
2 Dads.

Like I said, we're just fishermen.

Pig's arse!

All you'll find is fish on ice!

Dutchy.

I know you.

Yeah, I'm a friend of your son's.

X!

We've found something.

X.
Hey, hey, hey!

You've got no right to do this!

Take a look.

Ohhhh!

You're busted.

X.

NAVCOM have instructed us to steam
'Millie Rose' back to Winston ASAP

and lock it down.

With the drugs on board?
Yes.

The Feds should be here
in a few hours.

This low tide
prevents us from following,

so we'll keep the crew in Austere,
hand them over when we get back home.

Charge, you can lead
the steaming party.

Sir.
Select someone to go with you.

Once you've made the handover,
radio us.

We'll send the RHIB to pick you up.
Aye, sir.

RYAN: Charge.

Can we come with you
on the steaming party?

Why?
Does there have to be a reason?

Yes.
Leigh's in a pretty fragile
emotional state right now.

When he finds out his dad's been
busted, he might need some friends.

OK.

Mal Scarpia says
he wants a word, boss.

You have no idea
the people you're dealing with.

Is that right?

Not us.

We're just fishermen
trying to make a living.

You're drug runners, Mr Scarpia.
Out of necessity.

Fish stock collapsed.

We needed to find
an alternative source of income

to keep the town alive.

Well, you ever heard of tourism?
Well, they came to us.

All we had to do was to rendezvous
with a boat in international waters

and bring the shipment ashore.

I never realised that...

The junkies in Sydney and Melbourne?
Who gives a rat's?

But now it's...
You think differently.

After Leigh's overdose.

Yeah.

I told Buckland that...
Who?

Carl Buckland. He's the boss.

I told him this would be
the last shipment.

How'd he take that?

Let's just say he didn't accept
my resignations.

If we don't make this delivery,

they're going to think
we stiffed them.

They'll come looking for us.
There'll be blood on the streets.

The Federal Police will meet them.

Then they'd better hurry.

Buckland thinks we've left,
so he's making a daylight pick-up.

They're on their way.

There's been a complication.
The Feds' plane's been weathered in.

Looks unlikely they'll be here
in time to intercept Buckland.

Do we know anything about this guy?

Career crim.
Done time for drugs and assault.

He's suspected of a lot more than
they've been able to pin on him.

Model citizen, huh?

The Feds have officially asked for
defence aid to the civil community.

Which means...
We get to kick arse.

We'll be waiting
to intercept the plane.

When it lands, we'll take custody
of the occupants,

hopefully without firing a shot.

So, where'd this plane last land?
Right here, Dutchy. The prawn farm.

They've got a strip right there.

The plane landed that way, sir.

Sir?

CHARGE: Oi. We've got company.

Hey.
Hey.

What are you guys doing
on my dad's boat?

We caught him with the drugs, Leigh.

Is he here?

No, he's under arrest
on 'Hammersley' with his crew.

The Federal Police are gonna be here
in a few hours. I'm sorry, mate.

Leigh, you're a victim in this.
You've done nothing wrong.

Could I come aboard and talk?

Sure.

You go.

They're late.

I hate an unpunctual crook.

(BIRD AND CHARGE CHATTER)

How is he?
A mess.

Well, you gave it your best shot.

Who are those guys?

I don't think we're gonna
hang around and find out.

Prepare to cast off.

'Hammersley',
this is the 'Millie Rose'.

Look, we've got some visitors
that don't seem too friendly,

so we're gonna go for
a little harbour cruise,

stay out of their way.

Request backup. Over.

Put that down
and step away from the wheel!

RO: (ON RADIO) Roger that, 'Millie
Rose'. We'll inform the CO. Over.

Son, what the...?
I said step away!

Leigh, don't be stupid.

Keep back, or I'll shoot! I mean it!

Buckland!

It's over.

Now, you boys put your guns
on the ground, hands in the air.

Whatever you say, Officer.

(GUNFIRE)

Leave him. He's dead.

Forget about Smithy.

Don't! Keep back or I will shoot!
I mean it!

Mr Buckland. I'm Leigh Scarpia.

I'm the one who called you.

Why don't you give me that, son?

Where's my merchandise?

Below.

What the hell are you doing?
Getting out of here.

Don't be an idiot.

(GROANS, COUGHS)

You're the idiot, not me.

(WHEEZES, COUGHS)

We don't have much time.
Navy are at the airstrip.

I know. That's why we landed
around the headland.

Nice idea, kid.

All there?

Well, let's go. You drive.

Roger that, X.
They're at the wharf. Let's move.

DUTCHY: Righto. At the double.
Sir? Charge and Ryan?

We've lost contact. We have to assume
that Buckland has the boat.

BUCKLAND: If he moves, shoot him!

Can't this thing go
any bloody faster?

It's a fishing trawler.
It's not built for speed.

Dammit! They'll be on top of us
in a minute!

DUTCHY: Sir. They've got Charge
at gunpoint. Port side, upper deck.

What are we gonna do?

We need hostages. And we need
a diversion to slow them down.

Put a bullet in him
and throw him overboard.

2 DADS: Do you see him, Dutchy?!

No. Nothing.

(SPLUTTERS)

Sir, Charge is in the water!

'Thunder', you pick up Charge.
We'll maintain pursuit. Over.

MAN: Roger that.

Sir!
What the hell?!

Tear gas! Now!
Roger!

Tear gas firing!

BUCKLAND: Move! Get out!
(LEIGH COUGHS)

Get out! Move!

Well done. Let's go. Take us in.

(BOTH GRUNT)

DUTCHY: Sir, armed hostile,
starboard side.

2 Dads, return fire.

(FIRES)

(BULLETS RICOCHET)

Armed hostile port side.

(GROANS)

(GROANS IN AGONY)

Dutchy, upper deck.
Swain, take the lower.

(COUGHS)

Clear!

BUCKLAND: (COUGHS) Come on!
(BIRD YELPS)

Keep moving!
DUTCHY: Sir? Port side wheelhouse.

CO: Copy that.

Help!
(COUGHS)

Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon! Drop it!
I'll shoot her! I swear I will!

Knees! Now!

Hands behind your back.

(COUGHS)

Swain!

It's OK. Charge, it's...

Swain, I need your help!
He's having a heart attack!

CO: Ryan. You OK?

Sir.

You never really know anyone,
do you?

Not really.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

You only met him a few days ago.

Still, I thought we were friends.

Then he ends up...

..spitting in my face.

Oh, well, what do they say?

"Apple never falls far
from the tree"?

Yeah.

And with a dad like that,
it's no wonder he's screwed.

I'd better get back to work.

Sir.

Sir? The prisoners are in custody
with the Feds.

Thanks, Dutchy.
Any news?

Well, Swain's talking with his doctor
now, but I haven't heard anything.

He's on his way up.

Good.

He's dead, isn't he?

(SIGHS) No. No, no, he's not dead.

In fact, I don't think
he had a heart attack.

What? You mean he was faking?

2 Dads, shut up.

Carry on, Swain.

They did an ECG
and ran some cardiac enzymes.

There's no evidence
of a heart attack.

But an X-ray has shown
some inflammation around the heart

which is consistent with
a viral infection.

Now, did anyone notice any symptoms?

No.

2 Dads?

Um...

..he did have some chest pain
for a few days.

(SIGHS) Oh, 2 Dads!

I told him to see Swain, sir,
but he wouldn't.

He... he was scared
he'd have to leave the boat.

They're gonna run some more tests,

but if it is an infection,
which it looks like it is,

it's treatable,
so he should make a full recovery.

Excellent.
Don't worry, 2 Dads. He'll be fine.