Sea Patrol (2007) s05e03 Episode Script

One little drink.
Where's the harm? It'll be fun, hm? Ohh! (LAUGHS) Bombing out big-time, boys.
I'd be doing a lot better without Mini-Me here.
Oh, vicious.
Mate, you clearly don't know what women want.
And you do? OK, Romeo, you show me how it's done.
Her.
Go on.
Done.
But stop following me around like a poodle.
Mini-Me.
That was funny.
(LAUGHS) Bird, in 25 words or less, what do women want? To be left alone.
Ahh.
Ooh! Ohh-ohh! Huh.
RO! Oh, sorry, sorry.
Hi.
Nice try, sailor.
Not interested.
(SCOFFS) How did you know I was a sailor? You might as well have it tattooed on your forehead.
Ciao.
(GUFFAWS) (CHARGE CHUCKLES) Oh, the master at work! Shut up.
That was so instructive.
Tell me how you What's your secret, Dutchy? I'm going for a jog.
Ahh.
I'll come with ya.
(MOCKINGLY) "I'll come with ya.
" (CHUCKLES) Maybe maybe a little bit more charm.
I could give you some of mine.
Hey! Oi! (CHUCKLES) You know, if I'm Mini-Me, that makes you Dr Evil, yeah? How do you feel about that? Last one to the top buys the beers.
What? Oh, hey! (PANTS HEAVILY) Over here! Excuse me! Hi.
I twisted my ankle.
I was beginning to think no-one would come.
Let's have a look.
I don't I don't think it's broken, but Arggh! It doesn't feel like it.
(CHUCKLES) Look, I'm sorry I was rude to you before.
Oh, it's OK.
Well, why don't you try putting some weight on it? Arggh! Ow! Oh, OK.
Alright, um (WHIMPERS) Why don't I carry you? All the way? Well, where are you staying? The resort? No, my boat's at the marina.
Oh, OK, no problem.
(GRUNTS) OK.
I'll buy the beers.
Oh, what's with the I'm a filmmaker.
I'm into sharks.
That stops them from being into me.
(GRUNTS) Thanks for rescuing me.
Phew! As far as rescue attempts go, that wasn't one of my greatest.
It was pretty good from my end.
I can manage from Ohh! Oh, whoa, whoa.
Careful, careful.
I'm I'm fine.
Um You know about RICE? Basmati or jasmine? (SCOFFS) 'Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation'.
Stay there.
Rest.
Ice? Perfect.
So keep this on it as long as you can.
This will help with the swelling.
What's next? Compression.
How's that? Good.
Thanks.
You can go now.
OK.
See ya.
See ya.
Oh! Ow! Ooh.
(LAUGHS) (THEME MUSIC) (BOAT ENGINE CHUGS) This isn't where you film the killer sharks, is it? No.
There's a coral garden down there to die for.
(TANK HISSES) How's that? The winch is OK.
Gears are a bit worn, but can't see anything wrong with it.
It must just be temperamental, then.
If it's mucking up, you should get an engineer to have a look.
Could be dangerous.
Yeah, I will.
Hey, can you give us a hand? It's stuck.
I'll give it a wipe.
(BOTH EXHALE AND SIGH) I don't want this weekend to end.
Me neither.
We sail on the tide.
Ohh, no.
I have to see you again.
Can you come to Cairns? Are you serious? Yeah.
I don't want you to think I'm stalking you.
Oh, I can handle that kind of stalking.
I don't see why I couldn't spend some time in Cairns.
Yeah! Now you're talking.
Mmm.
Just promise me you won't get sick of me.
Somehow I don't think that's gonna happen.
Oh, wait.
I've got an idea.
What? Are you game? I'm game.
What? Let's make a movie.
(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC) (GIGGLES) Alrighty, here you go.
There you are, sir.
Dead horse is over there on the bar.
MIKE: You know when we get home we're alongside for maintenance for two days? I've already got my wish list together, sir.
XO: Hey, how was your R&R? DUTCHY: It was great.
How was yours? It was OK.
What? Huh? You're smiling.
Am I? Mm.
Oh.
I didn't realise.
I was thinking a bit about my future.
Oh? Yeah, good to have a bit of a plan.
Take control of your own destiny.
Well, I'm gonna get another snag.
Want one? Uh, no, thanks.
I'm waiting for the steak.
Um, just so you know, I'm not gonna be your new CO.
What? You're kidding, ma'am.
No.
But that's OK.
I'm really looking forward to serving under whoever Navy appoints.
(SOLEMN MUSIC) (SIGHS) WHITE: What can I do for you, Kate? Can I speak frankly, ma'am? Of course.
I want to know why I was passed over for promotion.
Kate, you know the Navy doesn't go in for explanations.
I know and that's why I'm here.
OK.
I believe there was a feeling on the promotions board that you weren't quite experienced enough for your own command.
With respect, ma'am, I have been commanding officer, acting commanding officer, on more than one occasion and I And conducted yourself creditably each time.
I know.
This wasn't my decision, Kate.
Maybe in another 12 months things will be different.
I do encourage you to apply again.
Ma'am.
Please know you can come talk to me about these things freely.
You're a valuable addition to any crew.
Ma'am, who is getting command of 'Hammersley'? Who's gonna be our new CO? You're not getting one.
Mike Flynn will continue as CO for the next 12 months.
As much as I would like his talents here, the fleet commander had other ideas.
So when were you gonna tell me about being reassigned to CO? I haven't.
Yeah, you have.
Commander White just told me.
What were you doing talking to Maxine? Oh, Mike.
There must be some mistake.
No mistake.
There must be because last I heard You know, another year, another whole year.
OK, I'll fix it.
Oh, how? I don't know, but I will.
I'll go to the fleet commander if I have to.
You're gonna walk in there and tell him Whatever it takes.
Kate, I'm not gonna let anything ruin our future.
I'll fix this.
On the 'Freo', I would've stripped it down and sorted it out myself.
It would've taken five, six hours tops.
Now Can't go back, Charge.
Yeah, I know.
I'm just saying Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're an old dinosaur and modern technology sucks.
Got places to be, people to see? What? Third time you've looked at your watch.
Well, maybe I'm just a little sick of Charge's stories about the old days.
Whoa, hey! Whoa! Who turned it into Pick on Charge Day? And it's your shout! Same again? Yes, thanks.
Yes, please, Dutchy.
(CHARGE AND 2DADS LAUGH) Hey! I've been trying to reach you.
MAN: What's up, darl? Sweetie, this is the sailor who helped me when I twisted my ankle.
It's Dylan, isn't it? Yeah.
This is my husband, Don Andrews.
Pleased to meet you, Dylan.
It seems I owe you a debt of gratitude.
The great white is the largest predatory fish in the world.
Imagine being in the water, watching this thing coming at ya, huh? Fast? Like a rocket.
almost 2,000 kilos.
Yeah, you can have that to yourself, Don.
And then it opens its jaws - over 3,000 razor-sharp teeth.
The perfect killing machine.
Hey, are those cages strong? Well, yeah, it's taken a few hits, but I'm still here to tell the tale.
The truth is I feel incredibly privileged.
Excuse me.
Darl? Little girls' room.
Oh, it's alright to look, boys.
I haven't met a straight man yet who wouldn't want a piece of that.
But I'd kill any bugger that laid a hand on her.
Except Dutchy here, of course.
(ALL LAUGH) Thank God he was there to carry her down that mountain.
That's the only exception - medical necessity.
You and the gyno.
(LAUGHS) Just kidding.
Oh, I'm the luckiest bloke in the world.
(PHONE BEEPS) Not mine.
It's mine.
Gee, that was quick.
Long queue.
I gave up.
Same again? Yeah.
Oh, you have that meeting.
Oh, I do too.
Pity.
I was enjoying myself.
(MEN LAUGH) See you later, Dylan.
Goodbye.
Cheers, mate.
Oh, ask about the boats.
DON: Oh, yeah.
Do you guys reckon we could get a tour of the 'Hammersley'? (SOMBRE MUSIC) (CAR HORN TOOTS) Get in.
Get in.
Where's your husband? Gone to his meeting.
Please, Dutchy, I can explain everything.
Just not here.
Please get in.
(TENSE MUSIC) You haven't said a word.
You lied to me.
I I didn't.
Oh, for God's sake, Laurel! You never told me you were married and you never wore that rock on your finger.
I only wear it when Don's around.
I hate it.
Look, it just You know, it happened so fast.
Ohh! I didn't mean to (SCOFFS) What? Dutchy, I'm sorry.
That's your excuse? "It all happened so fast"? OK, so it was fun while it lasted, but now it's over.
No! Laurel, I'm not gonna You have every right to be angry, but neither of us asked for this to happen.
It just has.
No, no.
Yes.
This is gonna end badly.
It won't.
I promise.
(SENS U AL MUSIC) I need you.
Yes, boss? Dutchy.
You know Mr and Mrs Andrews? Yes, sir.
Well, they've requested a tour of the boat and specifically asked for you and 2Dads to conduct it.
I'm a little flat chat at the moment Nothing that can't wait for a minute, I'm sure.
Mr Andrews is old mates with Commander Marshall.
Laurel and I would love to see what makes this baby tick.
Yeah.
MIKE: Of course, you realise there are some areas of the boat which are off limits to non-Navy personnel.
Oh, of course, Captain.
There are always no-go areas.
We wouldn't think of abusing your hospitality.
Lead on, lads.
Sir, ma'am.
So this is the ship's office where we have got internet access and we do a lot of our paperwork here Why don't you get those inflatable boat thingies you were raving about? Oh, the RHIBs.
Yeah, yeah, that's back this way.
Um You know what, darling? I might get Dutchy to show me the living quarters.
I know you're not interested in that kind of thing.
Yeah, righto.
Oh, hon, why don't you get him to show you the galley, prove that some people really do cook on boats? (LAUGHS WEAKLY) (CHUCKLES) Can I have a squiz at your big gun? What do you call it? (2DADS CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY) Laurel, what the Can I ask, was it your big gun? Oh! No, no! Laurel, what the hell is this? Don's Hey.
I want you so bad.
Can't we Laurel, no.
You're the one that said we had to be more discreet.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
So which one's yours? The top one.
Hmm.
Are you sure we can't lock the door? Positive.
It's gonna be harder for us to find time now, you know? Well, we're just gonna have to make do, aren't we? I've fallen in love with you, Dutchy.
You know that, don't you? Meet me later if I can get away? Yeah, I will.
Promise.
Yes, I promise.
Now let's just get out of here.
OK.
Come on.
(PEOPLE CHATTER QUIETLY) Dylan.
Stay away from my wife.
You alright, mate? Thank God you came.
I was terrified you wouldn't.
Oh, my God.
Are you OK? No, I'm fine.
Two minutes, then I'm out of here.
How did he find out? He found the video.
You are kidding me.
(MOUTHS) I'm lucky he didn't kill me.
I thought he might try.
Normally he only hits women.
Oh, Laurel! You've gotta leave him! I can't.
Are you kidding me? Dutchy, I can't! He's told me time and time again if I ever left, he would find and kill me, and he would do it.
Then you go to the cops and get an AVO! Oh, a piece of paper won't stop him! He's Don Andrews.
He swims with killer sharks.
(SCOFFS) In a cage.
I wish he was dead.
I really do.
Don't say that.
Why not? Because it's nuts.
If he was, then we could be together.
Be lovers.
No, no.
Stop it! Look, we sail in a couple of hours.
I'm gonna be gone for a week.
Let's just cool it off and talk about things when I get back.
You're not dumping me? No, I'm not dumping you.
OK.
You are dumping me, aren't you? (SNIFFLES) Thank you.
Morning.
Mate, how exactly did that happen again? I told you.
Tip footy.
Tip? Yeah.
A tip like that, must be a penalty involved.
What do you reckon, Charge? Yeah, I'd say so.
It wasn't someone you owed a couple of shouts to by any chance, was it? I'll make it up to you when I get back to port.
We know you will.
You're good for it, right? Yes, I am.
Lemon chicken or prawn curry? Go the prawn! I'll just have salad, thanks.
Uh, chips? No chips.
I'll have his chips.
What? They got your name on them? You know, I've been thinking about what you said the other day.
About taking control of your future.
Oh, I wouldn't pay attention to anything I said.
I know squat.
MIKE: X.
Sir.
Anything to report? No, sir, everything's in order.
Very good.
Captain has the ship.
The captain has the ship.
Sir, we're receiving a mayday on VHF channel 16.
Put it on speaker.
Sir.
LAUREL ON RADIO: Mayday, mayday, this is the 'Calypso'.
I have an emergency.
I need help.
That's Don and Laurel Andrews' boat.
LAUREN: Is anyone there?! 'Calypso', this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'.
What is the nature of your emergency? Over.
LAUREL: The winch is jammed.
Don's down in the diving cage.
Please, he's running out of air.
Help us! MIKE: Roger that, Mrs Andrews.
What is your position? Over.
Hurry! Please! He must almost be out of air! XO: Alright, Charge and 2Dads, you get the winch.
Yes, ma'am.
Is this extra diving gear? Yes.
OK, Swain.
No, wait! You can't send anyone down.
Why not? If the winch is jammed There are sharks.
We put berley in the water to attract them.
There's a feeding frenzy.
It's too dangerous.
I would've gone down myself if it wasn't.
Charge? Wires are overlapped, ma'am.
Should be able to fix it.
Send another tank down on a line? Yeah, that's a good idea.
Grab one.
(TESTS TANK) Mrs Andrews, how deep is he? Uh, about 15 metres.
Couldn't he let himself out of the cage? Better to risk the sharks than drown.
Sometimes sharks ram it.
It could be jammed.
CHARGE: X, got it! (WINCH CHURNS) LAUREL: You can go faster! Can't risk the chance of it jamming up again.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) Don! DON! No! (CRIES) (WAILS) No! SWAIN: Down a bit.
Don! Mrs Andrews.
(SOBS) Swain sealed up Mr Andrews' diving gear and his personal effects for the police.
Mrs Andrews? No, she's not good.
Swain's given her a mild sedative.
I'll organise for a cabin and then task a steaming party to sail 'Calypso' to Cairns.
Very good.
I've already alerted the authorities.
They'll be waiting for us when we get home.
XO: Alright, if you need anything during the night I'm in the cabin next door.
Thank you.
Kate? Have you ever lost someone that you loved? The love of your life? Your soul mate? No.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Well, right now you need to get some sleep.
OK.
DUTCHY: X.
How's she doing? She's she's resting.
X, permission to speak frankly? Yeah, of course.
What is it? Uh, I can't believe you were passed up for promotion.
That's that's not right.
Oh, well, the promotions board, in their wisdom, didn't think that I had enough experience.
What? That's rubbish, ma'am.
You're more qualified than anyone to command this ship.
Apparently not.
Commander Flynn will be staying on for another year.
Instead of taking up the post at NAVCOM? I'm sorry, ma'am.
We all do what we have to do.
Yes, ma'am.
XO: There should be three of them up there.
DUTCHY: If you say so, X.
I don't know.
MIKE: X.
Sir.
Just heard from NAVCOM.
Lucky you didn't send divers down to try rescue Mr Andrews.
Uh, why's that? Preliminary autopsy found toxic levels of carbon monoxide in his blood most likely from contaminated scuba tanks.
It's possible all the tanks on 'Calypso' were contaminated.
The question is how could anybody be so stupid? Oh, well, most accidents are carelessness.
If you fill the tanks too close to the compressor's exhaust, you risk contamination.
Yes, Mr Andrews was dead long before we got to him.
Ma'am.
Dutchy, I loved Don once and he was lying dead in front of me.
That was no act! If you think that I OK, calm down.
I'm just saying it looks For your information, I stand to lose everything.
What about insurance? What he did was high-risk.
Insurance companies wouldn't touch him, not against accidental death whilst diving.
How how dare you even suggest that! Well, think of how it looks, Laurel.
No.
You dumped me.
Now it's my turn to dump you.
Get away from me! Get away from me, I swear! Get away from me or I'll call the police! Go! And don't come back! There he is now.
Dutchy, these gentlemen are police.
Detectives Shadlow and Rutger.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
What about? We're investigating the death of Don Andrews.
Mrs Andrews has made certain allegations we need to investigate.
What sort of allegations? Maybe we should discuss this somewhere a little more private.
The ship's office.
Gentlemen.
Pipe Swain in the office.
Yes, sir.
This is Chris Blake, our petty officer coxswain.
Swain is our police officer on board.
You used to be on the job, Brisbane CIB, right? That's right.
Have we met? Don't think so.
Mrs Andrews has made some allegations involving Dutchy.
What sort of allegations? She says Dylan here's been stalking her ever since they met at a resort a week or so ago.
(SCOFFS) That's nuts.
Mr and Mrs Andrews were on this boat just a few days ago.
They even requested Dutchy show them around.
That's when Mrs Andrews says she became aware of his obsession.
She says he made an improper suggestion to her.
What? One she was too shocked and embarrassed to report.
That's an absolute load of Dutchy.
Sir, Laurel Andrews and I have been having an affair.
Affair? Yeah, that's right.
For how long? Since we met.
Can anyone confirm this? Well, no, we were very discreet.
I see.
I've been with her in her boat, in her car, whenever and wherever we could.
We've been like rabbits, to be honest.
SHE made the improper suggestion in my cabin.
Mind if we look at your cabin? Hang on.
Have you got a warrant? Well, if Dylan here has nothing to hide Nup.
Go ahead.
Dylan's bunk? It's the top one.
Can you tell me what's on this, son? No.
I've never seen that before in my life.
I didn't take those.
She's planted them.
After you knocked back her indecent proposition? Yeah.
Her husband was seen vigorously warning you off at a local pub.
We have a whole bar full of witnesses.
Because he'd found out about the affair.
She was heard ordering you off her boat.
Look.
She's called my phone, she's sent me texts.
You can trace them.
"Car park in 5.
" "Call me.
" "Not now.
" "See you at 2:00.
" Hardly enough to make a nun blush.
We'll check this number.
One more question.
When you board a boat, you normally wear gloves.
Right? Yes.
That would've been the case when you boarded the Andrews' boat? Yes, why? We found a fingerprint on Mr Andrews' scuba tank that we haven't been able to identify.
That would be mine - I took my gloves off to check his pulse, then impounded his gear for the coroner.
No, it's not yours.
We checked that.
As an ex-cop, yours are on file.
It was a greasy print so it's possible it was done before he went diving.
It could've even been done by the person who filled the tank with contaminated air.
Would you be willing to have your fingerprints taken, Dylan? Yeah, look, it probably is mine.
As I said before, I was on their boat and I used their dive gear.
That's right.
So you did.
Shall we go? I'd like to get a fleet legal officer on board on this.
He is entitled to legal representation.
Is that what you want, son? Yes, sir.
As a courtesy to Navy and with your assurance, Captain, Please don't be late.
I'll make sure he's there.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) 'Hammersley'.
Lieutenant McGregor speaking.
Kate, it's Maxine White.
Oh, ma'am, I will just get Commander Flynn for you.
No, it's you I need to see.
Could you come to NAVCOM now? May I ask why, ma'am? I'll tell you when you get here.
Did you know Mike went to the fleet commander this morning? No, ma'am.
You didn't? Are you sure? Well, I knew that he was planning to go, but I didn't know that he went.
OK.
Thanks for coming in.
Well, that's all? Yes.
Oh, one more thing, Kate.
I know what's going on between you and Mike.
Excuse me? Ma'am, whatever you think, Commander Flynn and I have done nothing wrong.
Knowing you both, I believe you.
If that rumour ever got out, it would destroy Mike's career.
And yours.
Mike's threatened to resign if Navy doesn't review its decision re his posting.
Did you know that? No.
Look, we both know that Navy is Mike's life.
Don't we, Kate? Probably better than he does.
Think about that, Lieutenant.
That's all.
LAUREL'S VOICE: You promise me something.
What? You won't boast about this to your shipmates? I won't say anything.
I promise.
(MAN SIGHS) Mate, word is you've been taking some naughty pickies! I've been set up.
When the Andrews asked for the tour of this boat it was Laurel that arranged it, right? No, hubby did.
You were there.
No, I wasn't.
Must have been a rare moment when you were buying drinks.
They were leaving, he said, "I'd love to see the boat.
" You sure it wasn't her? Positive.
She might have given him a nudge, I suppose.
No, she set it up.
She must have.
She needed to plant the USB stick just like she needed me to leave a greasy finger print on his tank.
You're starting to sound a little bit stressed out.
Twisted ankle was probably faked as well and her mobile is bound to be one of those pre-paid jobs that's untraceable.
She's planned this entire thing down to every last detail.
I'm starting to get a bit worried now because you're sounding like Charge.
Well, I'm screwed, 2Dads! Let the legal guys handle it, OK? I mean, you didn't kill the guy did you? I'm gonna take that as a no.
Hey, how did he get the drop on you anyway? That's a bit embarrassing.
It was one punch from behind.
Hang on.
That's it.
What? If Don Andrews found a video of Laurel and I having sex, you reckon he would've let me off with one punch? No.
Old Don? He would've killed you.
He never found the video.
She's just spinning him the same stalker story that she's spinning to the cops.
Whoa, Dutchy, where you going? It might still be on the boat.
What? The sex video! It proves that I'm not making all this stuff up.
Dutchy, you can't go! You've got an interview with the cops.
Tell them! They've already made up their mind.
And if you value your balls, you do not tell anyone where I've gone.
I mean it.
I believe you.
(STAMMERS) Sir, there's a Lieutenant Commander Kwan from fleet legal waiting for you and Dutchy at security.
Oh, thanks, RO.
Get Dutchy for me, will you? He took off on his motorbike about half an hour ago.
XO: Sorry.
Why is a fleet legal officer interested in Dutchy? The police think he killed Don Andrews.
What?! Yeah, I know.
Crime of passion - it's incomprehensible.
If he doesn't turn up then It makes him look guilty and I've also given my word.
So where the hell is he? Ohh! If you hear anything, let me know.
Dutchy, get yourself back here now.
Whatever has happened, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.
See you.
He's not at his flat or any of his usual haunts, sir.
Alright, looks like he's done a runner, then.
Sir, I think I know where he might be.
Where? Laurel Andrews' boat, the 'Calypso'.
RO, get on to the harbourmaster.
Find out if 'Calypso's still in port.
Keep talking.
He said there might be evidence there that proves his story.
And you waited until now to come forward with this? Hey, what sort of evidence? A video, ma'am, of them, you know, getting up close and personal.
Oh, I see.
RO: 'Calypso' left roughly 20 minutes ago.
Last radar contact has her heading north up the reef.
Sir, what do you wanna do? We go after them.
X, prepare to crash sail.
We can't sail without a buffer.
I'll get permission.
RO, get NAVCOM and the police.
RO: Sir.
On a day like today there's gonna be plenty of pleasure craft out on the reef.
MIKE: RO, contact each vessel, make sure you get a positive ID that checks out.
This is a process of elimination.
Yes, sir.
You went to the fleet commander this morning? I have my sources.
How'd it go? I stated my case, got a reasonable hearing.
I think it's all going to work out just fine.
Well, that's great news, then.
Yeah.
Hmph.
(ENGINE CHUGS) You're awake.
Just when it's getting to the good bit.
I'm presuming it was this you were looking for? (TUTS) Ohh! Oh, well.
I'll have to get my joy someplace else.
Carol! You haven't met my friend.
Hi, Dutchy.
Carol took the photos they found in your cabin.
Nice work, by the way.
Thank you.
It was all a lie.
LAUREL: Except for one thing.
No insurance company would cover Don for a diving accident, but when the police announce it was murder by a crazy stalker who has disappeared from the face of the earth, they'll have to pay out.
You're such a fool.
You'll never get away with it.
I already have.
There are three possible contacts.
Which one? It's time.
Laurel? Laurel, don't do this.
Laurel.
Laurel! Laurel?! Laurel! (WINCH CHURNS) It's jammed again.
Grab the cable cutters.
We'll have to cut the cable.
OK.
What about the cage? Uh, we'll figure it out later.
Come on.
Come on.
(BOAT ENGINE REVS) XO: This is the Australian Navy.
Step away from the winch.
Help! Help! Get back! XO: Get that cage up, Charge.
Swain, restrain these two.
Let go of me! We saw what you did! No! (WINCH SPUTTERS) (WINCH CHURNS) X, this is cactus.
The winch won't hold the cage for much longer.
(WIRE PINGS) The cable's gonna go! (METAL GROANS AND CREAKS) Look out! SWAIN: X, I don't see him.
XO: 2Dads, get down there.
CHARGE: 2Dads, wait a minute.
(GASPS) (COUGHS) Get him up! give us your hand, mate.
CHARGE: Dutchy, come on.
Give us your hands.
(COUGHS) Captain, X.
We've got him up, sir.
MIKE ON RADIO: Well done, X.
Thanks, mate.
We got ya.
So he just popped the hinges? Yeah.
Lucky.
Otherwise Come on.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, listen, thanks for, um Telling the CO where to find you? Yeah.
Yeah.
I get to keep my balls, right? If it's any consolation, I wouldn't have picked her.
Hey, you know what? Still happy to learn at the feet of the master, though.
You're wasting your time, mate.
What I know about women you could fit on the head of a pin.
I still owe you a beer, don't I? Now that you mention it, a couple.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Now you're talking! (CHUCKLES) I've I've cancelled the tickets for Tahiti.
You what? Don't worry.
We're not gonna lose any money.
I've (MOUTHS) I'm just having second thoughts.
About what? About the holiday? (SIGHS) About us.
It's just I just need some time to think about things.
And just finally when it could happen Kate, it WILL happen.
I don't want it to.
I I don't want it.
I'm sorry.
Kate!