Sea Patrol (2007) s04e01 Episode Script

(BEEPS) MIKE: D'you hear there? This is the Captain speaking.
The American ambassador has just arrived on HMAS 'Newcastle'.
The medal ceremony is scheduled to last one hour.
We are to remain on alert status until Ambassador Davis departs.
That is all.
Why would the navy get some big Yank to dish out medals, eh? Joint task force in the Gulf, mate.
These guys distinguished themselves.
The Americans are very grateful.
Americans hand out medals like Chupa Chups, Swaino.
Sounds to me like someone's jealous.
I don't need some tin badge to tell me how good I am.
You do a pretty good job of that yourself.
(ALL LAUGH) Oh, so they're the hero dudes, eh? Bird, fourth from left.
Talk about cute! MAN ON P.
A.
: Petty Officer Dylan Mulholland, second class.
Hmm! He can be my hero any day! Congratulations, Petty Officer.
Thank you, sir.
Well done.
Still got all his arms and legs.
How heroic could he have been? (LAUGHS) HMAS 'Hammersley', go ahead.
Decent of the Ambassador to chopper all the way out here.
Oh, 'Newcastle's on deployment, but that's just an excuse.
Sorry, ma'am, can you repeat that, please? Good PR.
It'll look good on the telly.
OK, can you calm down, please, ma'am? Sir, I've got a mayday.
I'm having trouble hearing it.
Put it on speaker, RO.
Sir.
AMERICAN WOMAN: They're here now, up on deck.
I can't Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Ma'am, this is Lieutenant Commander Mike Flynn on Australian warship 'Hammersley'.
Can you tell me your name? My name is Caroline.
Please help me.
What's the name of your vessel, Caroline? Uh I'm on a fishing boat.
It's, um the 'White Knight'.
(GUNSHOTS ON RADIO) Oh, my God, they're shooting! Who's shooting? I don't know.
They just boarded the boat.
Oh, God, I'm so scared.
Sir, there's nothing on radar or AIS.
You think it's legit? Can you give me your coordinates? I don't know anything about boats.
Just look for the GPS.
I don't know.
I I can't It looks just like a sat-nav in your car.
It should be right near the radio.
This thing with the numbers? That's it.
Read me the numbers.
(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE) (RADIO CRACKLES) Caroline? Caroline, are you still there? Please, God! I don't wanna die.
Alright, X.
Take a RHIB.
We'll stay with the fleet.
Listen, Caroline, we're coming to get you.
Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.
Do you promise? I give you my word.
MAN: Swain! Clear! Clear, X.
Captain, X.
Boat appears to be deserted.
Over.
MIKE: I told the woman to hide, X.
Search everywhere.
Yes, sir.
Swain? RO? Caroline? Caroline? (ENGINE HUMS) Australian Navy, are you down There's a bomb! Bomb on board, bomb on board! There's a bomb! What's going on? OK, go! BOMBER: Come to a full stop, Stainesy! CHARGE: On three.
BOTH: One, two, three.
Lift! That's it.
We got you.
Robert and Swain are OK, boss.
It's just 2Dads and the X are still missing.
(ALL GRUNT) About time you guys showed up! Have you seen the X? No? No.
X! X! X! Sir? Charge, come around.
Good spot, Bird.
(GROANS) X X, you alright? Come here.
That's it.
OK.
Bring her back.
Have you got any pain, headache? I have a slight headache.
What day of the week is it? That's a trick question.
It's Tuesday.
Mmm.
Pupils are a bit sluggish.
They're sluggish? Possible concussion.
We'll need a CT scan when we get back to shore.
I don't need a CT scan.
I'm not having one.
I'm afraid the CT scan is mandatory, ma'am.
CAROLINE: Please, God! I don't wanna die.
MIKE: Listen, Caroline, we're coming to get you.
Do you promise? I give you my word.
The 'White Knight' was a fishing charter out of Cairns.
With its manifest destroyed, we're unsure of how many were on board or their identities.
And you think this was an act of piracy, Lt Commander Flynn? My crew members found no evidence of looting, ma'am, but it could be a ransom scenario.
Then why blow up the vessel? To cover their tracks? Let us know they're serious.
That'd be my best guess.
We need to coordinate assets as soon as possible.
Alright, you heard the Lieutenant Commander.
We need to brief Canberra and our COs.
Let's get onto it.
How are you, Mike? I'm keen to get back out there, Maxine.
Yourself? Well, better for this change of scenery.
I was getting itchy feet in Canberra.
That doesn't surprise me.
Even at ADFA, you couldn't sit still through a lecture.
Well, lucky for me, you took excellent notes.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
And look where they got you.
(LAUGHS) I'll walk you out.
Actually, that's what I wanted to speak to you about.
According to your file, you've been up for promotion twice in the last 12 months and knocked them both back.
A promotion means a shore posting.
Judging from that mayday recording, you could do with some time off the water.
You gave that woman your word you'd get to her.
Now, since when does a CO make those sorts of promises? Thank you.
Look, I need an ally in here, Mike.
Someone I can trust.
I'd consider it a personal favour.
Look, Maxine, we just docked to refuel.
And you're keen to get back out there.
OK.
I won't press it for now.
I understand you're still waiting on some crew members? We had a few post off.
Alright.
I just assigned you a new Buffer.
He'll arrive today before you sail.
And here? Yep, cheers.
For a gap girl, you're pretty lucky.
I was a full-blown able seaman before I saw my first explosion.
Well, technically, I didn't see it, just the aftermath.
Stick close to me.
Trouble tends to follow me around.
How'd you go at the hospital? The CT scan came back clear.
Looks like it's just a few bruised ribs.
You know what that means.
My own personal masseuse? Are you offering? Light duties.
(MUSIC BLARES) WOMAN: Have a good trip! See ya soon.
I'll call you.
Who's that? Luckiest guy on the planet! You must be our new Buffer.
Petty Officer Dylan Mulholland, sir.
Mike Flynn.
The other intros will have to wait.
Bird, show our new shipmate to his quarters.
Right.
Hi.
Jessica Bird.
I'm new here too.
I'm doing a gap year.
I've always wanted to meet a real-life hero.
Well, that makes two of us.
Charge.
NAVCOM assigned 4 patrol boats.
'Kingston's looking in this north-east quadrant.
'Childers' and 'Glenelg' are searching here and here.
What makes you think whoever's taken these people aren't long gone over the line? Easier to set up a ransom exchange if they stay local.
Sir, latest vessel checks out.
'Nagayo 3' - it's a container ship out of Nagasaki.
It's heading for Brisbane.
Thanks, RO.
Keep checking every vessel we come across.
Mark the contact, X.
Yes, sir.
(EQUIPMENT BEEPS) Dylan! Come on up.
Sorry about my abruptness.
We're in the middle of a co-ordinated search.
I've been fully briefed on the situation, sir.
This is our RO, Robert Dixon.
Andy Thorpe, chief engineer.
Charge.
Ah! I will bet my last dollar that you're a 'Dutchy'? Surname like 'Mulholland', who else could I be? And our executive officer, Kate McGregor.
Hi.
Good to meet you.
Ma'am.
The guy's been in the Gulf on a big ship, even scored himself some fancy medal.
Why serve on a little tub like this? I don't know, 2Dads.
Maybe he's heard about the excellent scran.
Yes, well, I'm guessing the two girls in his convertible were not his sisters.
If they were, I wouldn't mind being part of that family.
Eugh! Oh! No, he's not that flash.
And he'd wanna think twice about pushing his weight around.
I might just push back.
Don't worry, mate.
I won't hold it against you.
Dutchy.
Uh, Leo.
He's always putting his foot in it.
How are you, mate? Chris - Swaino.
Nice to meet you.
Bomber.
Word on the street is you're a pretty mean chefo.
Well, I don't get too many complaints.
Well, load me up.
Put your tongue back in your head, Bomber! (INTERCOM CHIMES) X: Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.
Hands to boarding stations.
Next time.
Repeat, MV 'Trader Star', this is Australian warship calling you on VHF channel 1-6.
Over.
(SILENCE) The coastal trader's refusing to acknowledge radio contact.
I'll lead this evolution.
Command state Oscar's in force.
Mark the time, X.
Yes, sir.
Drop your vessel! Drop your vessel! MIKE: Move to the back.
Move back.
Back of the boat, please.
Back against the wall.
Over here.
Sir, come here.
Stand there.
You, come here.
Come here.
Stay there, please, sirs.
Stand there.
Are you the master of this vessel? Do you speak English? What's your name, sir? Ahmed.
Ahmed, why didn't you respond to our communication? No radio.
It does not work.
Check it out, 2Dads.
Roger.
What's in these containers? Palm oil.
We trade between the islands.
Swain, Bomber, have a look inside the containers.
Looking for palm oil.
Copy that, sir.
Dutchy, check out the ship's manifest.
Make sure everything's in order.
Roger.
Sir, the radio is out of action, but only because the battery's been removed.
No battery, no battery.
SWAIN ON RADIO: Looks like palm oil to me, sir.
Search below.
Right.
X, Captain.
Get RO to run a check on this boat.
MV 'Trader Star' out of Dili, registration India 4 Delta Foxtrot 3-0.
You get that? Ma'am, call just in from rescue coordination.
They picked up an EPIRB signal.
It's local.
Mm-hm.
Can you check that out? Manifest appears to be in order, sir.
XO: Sir, we've just been alerted to an EPIRB signal our current position.
We're in the middle of a search, X.
Sir, the EPIRB is registered to a fishing boat out of Cairns, the 'White Knight'.
The 'White Knight'? Caroline's boat? Yes, sir.
Should I request another asset respond? Negative, X.
That's our priority.
Dutchy, everyone in the RHIB.
Roger.
Swain, 2Dads, Bomber, back in the RHIB.
RO: Data from EPIRB bearing 325, range 2 miles.
I'm picking up a signal on 406 megahertz.
Sir, Green 1-0, 1,000 yards.
D'you hear there? Captain speaking.
Looks like we have somebody in the water.
Swimmer of the watch, close up.
Heave in on the recovery line! Hand over hand.
MAN: It's a male, sir.
It's not Caroline.
Wearing a 'White Knight' vest.
What about the EPIRB? Nuh, nothing here, boss.
OK, Swain.
We'll need to continue our search.
I ran that check you requested on the MV 'Trader Star', the vessel you just boarded.
Not now, RO.
Really think you should look at that piece of paper I just handed you, sir.
This isn't the 'Trader Star'.
That's right.
The boat we just boarded stole its identity.
We had them.
And we let them go! XO: We've recovered two more bodies.
So we have three male victims, all wearing 'White Knight' life jackets.
Maybe this Caroline woman is still alive.
I've alerted NAVCOM, sent photos of the deceased to Commander White, see if we can ID them.
Knocker! How is she? Don't ever let her hear you call her that.
In the navy, if your surname is White, you're gonna get called Knocker.
Last sailor to call her that found himself mopping out the heads in a military lock-up.
Knocker is pressuring me to take promotion.
Mm-hm.
How many times can you turn down promotion without it reflecting poorly on you? you'd have me off this boat, would you, X? A shore posting does have its advantages.
(PHONE RINGS) CO.
RO: Sir, Coastwatch have spotted that contact only 15 miles to our south.
Thanks, RO.
Pipe senior sailors to ship's office.
Yes, sir.
RO OVER P.
A.
: Senior sailors report to ship's office.
Are we gonna snatch board them, sir? Not immediately, Dutchy.
I believe they have the woman on board and they may kill her if we attempt a daylight take-down.
So, what do you have in mind? As soon as it's dark, we set up both the RHIBs in the path of the 'Trader Star' with a rope cable strung between them.
Engines off, blacked out.
Completely invisible.
When our target vessel drives into the rope It silently pulls the RHIBs in towards the hull.
The RHIBs move alongside and we board her.
It's a stealth tactic.
It's been used by pirates with lethal effect.
OK, it'll be dark soon.
Prepare both RHIB teams and kit up.
Full Kevlar, extra plates.
DUTCHY: Sir.
Sir, I wanna lead it.
Well, you're still on light duties.
We have a new Buffer, and this is the kind of operation where my experience would be invaluable.
In this instance, my experience might have to suffice.
You know, you don't have to protect me.
I'm ready to go.
It's nothing to do with that.
Is it about the promotion? you're being pressured to take a desk job, suddenly you wanna put yourself in the line of fire? I don't have a death wish, if that's what you're saying.
No! But maybe you're overcompensating.
I gave this woman my word I'd keep her safe.
I didn't deliver on that.
XO: 'Thunder' and 'Lightning', this is 'Hammersley' vectoring you into position.
Come left five degrees.
MIKE: Roger that, X.
What's 'Thunder' and 'Lightning'? Oh, they're code call signs for the RHIBs, because our mascot is Thor.
Where's the boat we're chasing? They're on our surveillance system.
There.
So the RHIBs are heading for an interception point, right? Mm-hm, which is here, in preparation for a stealth take-down.
That's awesome.
Yeah, it beats Year 12, I bet.
'Thunder' and 'Lightning', that should do it.
The MV 'Trader Star' is now three nautical miles north on a direct heading for you, over.
Oi, catch! OK, Dutchy.
Take up position to the west.
Keep it as taut as we can.
Copy that.
(EQUIPMENT BEEPS) X, there's something going on here.
Captain, X.
Over.
Go ahead, X.
Sir, we have some action on the 'Trader Star'.
I'm looking at some men climbing into a speedboat.
They're on the move, sir.
Are they heading for us? That is a negative.
They are on an easterly heading.
Travelling at a good clip.
What do you advise? Are you sure they were all men? The hostage wasn't amongst them? No, I don't think so, sir.
Then she's still on the 'Trader' so we stick to our plan.
Out.
Rope's pretty taut, boss.
OK, Dutchy, hold there.
Let's cut our engines.
Copy that.
'Thunder' and 'Lightning', you are in a good position.
The MV 'Trader Star' is going to intercept you almost right through the middle.
Over.
Get ready.
Secondaries off.
Secondaries off.
The 'Trader' has hooked the line.
In a moment, she'll draw the RHIBs to her sides as she moves forward and then we board her.
(COCKS GUN) Dutchy! Charge! Stay where you are! Over here.
Over here! Get down! Down! Charge, I've got it.
Take him.
Down on the ground! Flat on the ground.
Hands behind your back! Engines cut.
Upper deck secure.
Roger.
Swain, Dutchy, with me.
You OK, RO? Yep.
Clear.
Clear.
Put the knife down! Drop the knife! Put it down, sir! Put the knife DUTCHY: It's the woman, sir.
Get in there, Swain.
Ma'am? Caroline? Caroline! Are you OK? Tell Phil please.
What's that? What did you say? I'm sorry.
I had to tell them.
Tell them what, Caroline? What did you have to tell them? How's she doing, Swain? Blood pressure is 90 over 50.
Pupils are reacting briskly.
She's quite dehydrated.
And she's taken a fairly fierce beating, boss.
I don't know how much blood she's lost.
Sir, there's a hydrographic vessel to our south with a doctor on board.
They're heading up to rendezvous with us now.
What about the two captured crew? They're down in austere under guard.
Not saying a word.
Sir, Commander White's on the sat phone.
We've identified the three deceased males from your photos.
The 'White Knight's owner and two tourists from Sydney on a fishing holiday.
My RO's sending through a photo of Caroline now.
Do you have any idea what this is about, Mike? I mean, that woman was tortured for something.
Who's Phil, and what did she tell them? We're trying to work that out now.
I've got my crew on board the boat, tearing it apart for information.
Terrorist materials? We got maps of the local coastline, satellite surveillance photos of nearby islands, a couple of al-Qaeda training manuals.
You've seen this kind of thing before? Yes, sir.
Any change, Swain? No, sir.
Survey ship will be here within the hour.
OK.
You look exhausted, Swain.
Grab some sleep.
We're all short on sleep, sir.
Bomber can watch over Caroline for a spell.
Just let me know if her condition changes.
OK.
We need to question the prisoners, sir.
That's a job for the Feds.
With all due respect, sir, I think these men are planning something very big.
And some of them are still at large.
Let me question them, sir.
OK.
X, you go with Dutchy.
I don't need the X.
Well, you'll work together on this.
Sir.
How's the arm? No hard feelings, eh? Do you speak English? Yeah, you speak it alright.
I'm gonna ask you some questions.
It's in your best interest to answer them.
OK? What are you doing here? What did you want from the woman you tortured? What did she tell you that was so important? Where did your buddies in the speedboat go? Ahhh! Dutchy! Let him go.
Let him go! Ahhh! Outside! Let him go! Arrghhh! You should know better than that.
Just trying to get some answers.
By torturing the man? Well, asking him nicely wasn't working, was it? So, why not go straight to waterboarding? We just saved a woman from that sort of inhumane treatment.
If you're gonna give me the "We're no different to them" speech, don't bother.
Ma'am.
Is this how you got your medal in the Gulf? X, Caroline's coming around.
SWAIN: OK, just a few sips.
OK, that's enough.
That's it.
Caroline, I'm Mike Flynn.
I spoke with you over the radio.
You said you were coming.
I'm so sorry we didn't get to you in time.
You did.
These men who hurt you, who are they? You said, "Tell Phil I'm sorry.
I had to tell them.
" Phil? Um, sir, her memory might be affected from the injuries she sustained.
Oh, my God! Phil! Caroline, who's Phil? Phil Davis.
Ambassador Davis.
What, the American ambassador? I work for him at the embassy.
He's holidaying here with his family on an island somewhere.
Supposed to be a secret.
Is that what you told these men - where he is? (TEARFULLY) They're gonna kill him! (PHONE RINGS) Hello.
MAN: Commander White, I've got Lieutenant Commander Flynn on the line.
He says it's urgent.
Put him through.
Mike, this better be a national security crisis.
The woman's identified herself as Caroline Taylor, an assistant to the American ambassador in Canberra.
The Ambassador? What? He's spending the week on Angel Island with his family.
It's a remote, privately owned resort just off the Lihou Cays.
According to Caroline, he's only got a very small security detail with him.
Why are you telling me this? The group who abducted Miss Taylor tortured her for this information.
We think they're launching an assassination attempt.
Where is Miss Taylor now? We transferred her to the survey vessel, which has a doctor.
(SIGHS) OK, look, I'll make a quick phone call.
I'll get right back to you.
Uh, sir, can I take you through this? This is Angel Island.
The resort is on the west coast, here.
This is where we intercepted the 'Trader Star'.
Their speedboat was heading off on that bearing.
They'd have to travel 20-plus miles to be off our radar.
And then come around in a big circle and hit Angel Island on the east flank.
Which would add hours to their travel time.
If we take a direct route, we'll be there in what Four hours.
Tops.
Sir, Commander White.
Plot a course, X.
Sir.
Maxine? According to the Americans, the Ambassador flew straight home to Canberra after the ceremony on 'Newcastle'.
Well, that's the official line.
His holiday is classified.
(SIGHS) What was this Taylor woman doing on a fishing boat on the Barrier Reef? Sightseeing.
Obviously there was a security leak at the embassy.
I'm not even sure she works at the embassy, Mike.
The Americans aren't confirming anything.
Then you're obviously not talking to the right people.
It's 0230.
The right people are sleeping.
We're heading to Angel Island now.
ETA 0600.
OK.
I'll work it at my end.
Keep me informed.
RO: Sir, coming up on Angel Island.
Anything on radar? No, though they could be on the other side of the island.
(EQUIPMENT BEEPS) I've got an American voice on VHF 16 wanting to know what the navy's doing.
This is Lieutenant Commander Mike Flynn on HMAS 'Hammersley'.
AMERICAN MAN: Lieutenant Commander, I need you to turn your ship around, sir.
We have credible information of a possible attempt on Ambassador Davis's life.
We're here to provide assistance.
Over.
This is a restricted area.
We do not need your assistance.
Got a radar contact, bearing 160.
It just appeared from behind the southern tip of the island.
Pipe boarding stations.
SWAIN: Sir.
you'll let me take this one? My ribs are fine, I'm fresher.
OK.
X, the target boat is three miles from the beach resort and closing.
Your range to intercept is 1,000 yards.
XO: Roger that, sir.
Target vessel sighted ahead of us.
Speedboat approaching Angel Island, heave to or you will be fired upon.
X, target vessel's changing course! Turning around.
What are they doing? They've altered course.
They're heading straight for us.
Weapons ready! Secondaries off.
(GUNFIRE) Engage! Take cover! Aim for the engines - disable them! (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) X, RPG! Sir, they've got an RPG.
They're making a run at 'Hammersley'.
Charge, typhoon.
Yes, sir.
(SIREN BLARES) That can't hurt us, right? An RPG could breach the hull and sink us.
X, cease the pursuit.
I repeat, cease your pursuit and get clear.
We'll take them out with the Typhoon, but I need you out of there.
Over.
Let's go.
RO: RPG off our starboard bow.
Are they gonna fire on us, sir? They'll need to be much closer with that RPG.
Tracking them, sir.
Speedboat 500 yards, sir.
We'll be in their range within 200 yards.
I want a 3- to 5-round burst.
Sir.
Aim at target.
RO ON P.
A.
: Brace, brace.
Engage.
That boat must have been loaded with explosives.
I'll be right back, sweetie.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr Ambassador.
On behalf of my crew, thanks for the invitation.
My people tell me I owe you the big thank you.
So clean-up's finished out there? No survivors? No, sir.
I've spoken to Miss Taylor.
She's on her way to Cairns.
She's gonna be OK thanks to you.
Just doing our job, sir.
This is my wife, Monique.
Hello.
Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Hey! How you doin'? SWAIN: I don't know about you boys, but I feel like Cinderella at a luau.
Few more and you might start looking like her.
Ah, salmon vol-au -vents.
Number 5 on my list of all-time favourite horses-doovers.
Fascinating.
What's your number one? Pig in a blanket.
Reminds me of a favourite game.
What's that? Hide the sausage.
Ohh! There you go.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Looks like Dutchy's fitting in pretty well.
Yeah, he seems really easy-going.
And he's pretty hot too.
Bird, I take it that your gap seamanship course filled you in thoroughly on navy regs? X, I know all about the "No snogging your shipmates" rule.
But there is no rule that says you can't check them out.
No, no.
There's no law against that.
I had a lengthy conversation with your Commander White.
She speaks very highly of you.
She's biased.
We go back quite a way.
And I'm also godfather to her teenage son.
She told me you're reluctant to take promotion.
I just don't think I'm built for a job behind a desk.
Still got my sea legs.
Higher office does have its advantages, Mike, that more than compensate for any boredom.
So people tell me.
Tempura prawn, cucumber sandwiches, pig in a blanket.
(SLURS) Does anybody? Oh, sorry.
Can anybody tell me where the gents is? Bathroom.
How many of those have you had? (LAUGHS) Two or three.
I just, um They're very nice.
Ah, no, mate, haven't spotted the head yet.
Might wanna try downstairs.
Thank you.
Robert? Stay away from golf buggies.
And the transsexuals.
Hey, so, Dutchy, are you gonna tell us how you scored the medal in the Gulf or what? Oh you know how it is.
Uh I've got no idea.
What'd you do? Catch the biggest fish? Surf the biggest wave? Eat the biggest falafel? (ALL LAUGH) Hey, guys, will you give Dutchy and I a minute? Sure, ma'am.
Sure, ma'am.
Cheers.
I just I think we've got off on the wrong foot.
And given we have to work together so closely, I was hoping that we could you know, start from scratch.
Of course, ma'am.
Excuse me.
Ah! Excuse me, can you tell me where the toilet is? You know, a bit of signage would be nice.
(YELPS) What's your name, sir? Ahmed.
(GROANS) Ohh! Is anybody there? Open up the door! Little boys room? Somewhere that way.
Open up the door! (BANGING ON DOOR) RO! RO! Where's the boss? Commander White says you and her would make an excellent team.
Sounds to me like she's a woman used to getting her own way.
Take it from me, Mike - if a woman like that puts her mind to something, there's no use denying her.
Sooner or later, they always get what they want.
Why don't you just think about it, Mike? A change of pace may be what you really need.
(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) How's the hand? It's just a flesh wound.
Swaino patched me up.
Don't hover, Mike.
Sit.
I thought I might just hang by the door - quick getaway, ma'am.
Sit.
Unfortunately, there's been a blanket on the press, so the public are never gonna know about your heroics.
I can live with that.
The people that matter however have been fully briefed.
I've just been reading an email from the admiral.
He wants to know why Mike Flynn is being so stubborn about this blasted promotion.
Don't tell me - he's been speaking with his old mate the Ambassador.
I have had Ambassador Davis on the phone too, chewing my ear off.
It seems you've been doing your job just a bit too well.
Hey! My godson.
How old is Ryan now? 16? Nearly 18.
Don't change the subject, Mike.
Please, Maxine.
The office next to mine is free.
You can't sit in a CO's chair forever.
Well, I wasn't thinking forever.
I just thought the next year or three.
(PHONE RINGS) Wait! Commander White.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Just a second, sir.
Chief of Navy.
If you're determined to stall on this, you're gonna explain it to the boss yourself.
Lieutenant Commander Flynn! Mike Flynn.
Any day now.
BIRD: Uh I flop.
You mean you fold.
Uh, RO! (LAUGHS) I just spat on you! Whatever.
I don't get this game.
What would you prefer to play, Bird? Go Fish? Don't knock it! I'm actually pretty good at that one.
(LAUGHS) Alright, what have I got there? Two pair.
Threesome! Commander Flynn! Congratulations on your promotion.
What do you think? I think it could do with some curtains.
We should, uh you know, grab a drink, celebrate the promotion.
Congratulations.
You settling in? Maxine! This is my was my executive officer, Kate McGregor.
It's good to meet you.
Lt McGregor, good timing.
'Hammersley's just received an order to sail in 30 minutes.
Come into my office and I'll brief you on the operation and tell you all about your new CO.