MIKE: The FFV could have her longlines in the water, X.
'Hammersley' will hug the coastline out of visual. Out.
XO: Copy that, sir.
We're approaching from the east,
using the morning sun for cover.
'Thunder' out.
Australian Navy. (LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Stay seated, thank you, gentlemen.
Sit down, please, sir. RO: Stay seated, please, sir.
Australian Navy. Are you the master of the vessel, sir?
(MUSIC STOPS) Oi, what the hell's going on?
Are you the master of the vessel, sir?
What are you doing on my boat?
X, I don't think they're foreign fishermen.
Sir, what are you doing in these waters?
Just fishing. Since when is that a crime?
Hey, stay back, please, sir. Stand over there, please.
Yeah, alright.
Forward deck clear, ma'am.
Captain, X. Over. MIKE: Go ahead, X.
It looks like Coastwatch's intel is incorrect, sir.
The craft of interest is not an FFV.
So, what is she? Australian-flagged vessel.
The 'Breakaway III' with four POB.
They claim to be fishing. Over.
OK. I'll inform Coastwatch.
Apologise for any inconvenience and head back to the ship.
'Hammersley' out. Copy that.
They're not fishing. Why do you say that?
There's no nets, no bait, no blood and guts on the deck.
No fish.
Sir, you won't mind if we look over your vessel?
I do as a matter of fact. Swain.
Excuse me, sir. Look, what are you doing?
you've got no right... It's just routine, mate.
Calm down.
X!
OK, 2Dads, RO, you stay up on deck.
Dutchy with me.
Excuse me.
Stay right there.
Warning, smells pretty rank down here.
(COUGHS)
They're grog running. By the looks of it.
What do you think it is? Whiskey. Cheap Asian stuff.
Do you wanna head up top,
see if they've got some paperwork for this stuff?
Sure.
Oh, Swain, get RO to come down with the video.
Yes, ma'am.
Once we've got some footage of this stuff,
we'll lock the hold down and question the men separately.
(SCRAPING) What is that noise?
Rats. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
RO, do you wanna get some footage?
Aye, ma'am.
Here, let me get this tarp out of the way.
Don't!
Drop it. Drop the gun or I'll cut her throat.
Drop it.
(FLAMES CRACKLE)
Dutchy! (GASPS)
Don't! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Drop 'em, boys.
Drop 'em. Drop the machete.
Drop your guns or I'll slit her throat, I swear I will!
(GAGS)
Drop 'em! (GASPS)
Put down your gun, RO. Dutchy, what are you doing?
I said put it down!
OK. OK, mate. Dropping the guns.
Hey, hey, hey, just take it easy.
Up! Just relax.
Oi, get us out of here.
Grab the keys to the inflatable.
MIKE ON RADIO: 'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'. Over.
Listen to me, Quinn, we can't take her with us.
Dump her in the RHIB with the rest of them.
Look, we're holding on to her - insurance.
She's baggage we don't need! We're dead in the water anyway.
Just let her go. We can't follow you.
Shut up! Get us out of here now!
'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'.
Radio check.
What now, sir?
We've gotta get around that headland, Bomber, flat strap.
Port 15, revolutions 2-0-0-0.
(ENGINE REVS)
See ya, boys.
(KATE YELLS)
(MEN SPEAK INAUDIBLY)
(GASPS)
'Hammersley', this is 'Thunder'. Hey!
Rendezvous at these coordinates.
Damn!
Five Browning pistols, five Motorola radios.
All I can say is there'd better be a damn good reason
for such an almighty stuff-up.
Um, sir, 2Dads and I were up on deck.
They just took us by surprise. Not that it's an excuse.
You got that right.
What happened in the hold?
Sir, I... It was my fault.
I let my guard down and he had a machete at my throat
before anyone could react.
Video's ready, sir. (SIGHS)
This is their cargo, sir.
Whiskey. We suspect they're grog-running.
Where's the rest of it?
Er, there may be a fault with the equipment.
I may have knocked a wire when I went from...
Oh, this just gets better and better.
One stuff-up after another.
He had a machete, you both had pistols,
why did you give up your advantage?
That was my call, sir.
He was threatening to cut the X's throat.
In my judgment, he was prepared to carry it out.
I still don't understand how one man with a machete
overpowered the three of you.
Alright.
What a bloody mess.
I'll contact NAVCOM, give them the great news.
And you'd better hope we get this boat
and get our pistols back for all our sakes.
Dutchy! Why didn't you say anything in there?
I did. I told the CO what happened.
The guy with the machete didn't see you in that hold.
You had the perfect opportunity to take him out.
What are you trying to say, Robert?
I'm saying that you froze! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, guys, who froze? What? What is going on?
Nothing. It's a misunderstanding.
For once it's got nothing to do with me, X.
Whoa, RO, RO, RO. No way Dutchy froze.
The guy is a war hero.
He's got a medal for gallantry, remember?
2Dads, you weren't in the hold.
It could just be a campaign medal.
Is there a problem, X? I don't know, Dutchy.
You tell me.
The RO's full of it.
He's just trying to take the heat off himself
because he stuffed up the video.
We all stuffed up.
And what do you think of my call in that stand-off?
You think it was right, us laying down our weapons?
MIKE ON PA: Hear this. Captain speaking.
Based on the grog runners' bearing
while under our surveillance,
we've plotted their prospective course to nearby Port Johnson.
Therefore, special sea duty men and cable party, close up.
Well, that's me. Check damage control.
Stage 3, condition voyage.
Been a while since navy's paid us a visit.
Good to see you sailors are finally getting better-Iooking.
We're looking for a vessel called 'Breakaway III'.
Yeah, she would have docked sometime in the last two hours.
'Breakaway III'. Nuh, haven't seen her.
Why the interest?
We suspect she's involved in grog running.
Port Johnson is a dry community, Captain.
There's no alcohol here.
As harbourmaster, I know everything
that comes in and out of this port.
Excuse me.
Oi! You can't berth there! MAN: Yeah, righto!
Take Swain and check out the marina.
I'll contact local police.
And I'll send a group into town on some R&R
to suss the place out.
For now let's keep the issue of the stolen weapons to ourselves.
BOMBER: At least the coffee's good.
In a town with no beer, it'd wanna be spectacular.
That's a... nice top, Bomber.
Thank you, 2Dads.
We are meant to be eyeing off the locals, not each other.
Charge. Hey, Dutch.
Thought you'd like to know
I took care of that thing with RO.
What thing? Your misunderstanding.
On the boarding.
Look, we all feel lousy about what happened.
RO's way of dealing with it
is by shifting the blame to others,
so if it was me, I'd take that medal for gallantry of yours
and shove it in his face.
Like to see him win one. Tell me that's ever gonna happen.
I'll fix up the bill.
Hey, what's the damage? It's $27.80.
There's $30. Thanks.
Nah, it's alright. Keep the change.
I reckon we split up.
We'll cover more of the town that way, yeah?
Yeah, sounds like a plan. And if you see a familiar face...
Yeah. I'll take the south. I'll head north.
Water's to the east, that leaves the west.
We can team up if you like. Yeah. Sure.
What? Four eyes are better than two, aren't they?
Right. (LAUGHS)
Er, yeah.
Checking in, Charge. Excellent.
Did you find any evidence of those grog runners?
Nothing. Nuh.
Where's Dutchy? Didn't he come back with you guys?
No.
Probably still searching the town.
At night?
Alone.
(SIGHS)
(ENGINE REVS) (GIRLS SQUEAL AND LAUGH)
WOMAN: No, Freddy, stop it! Open the door!
No, Freddy, no! Who is he?!
No-one! Open the door!
No, Freddy, stop it!
Stop it! No!
Hey! Freddy!
Who is he?! Who is he?! Mate, that'll do.
Hey, get down off the car!
What do you think you're doing?
Put it down. Is this your new boyfriend?
Drop the bat. Hey! No, Freddy, baby!
Freddy!
Alright, Freddy, that's enough. Come on.
Pissed as a newt. Yeah.
Come on, mate.
She's on with a new bloke. Yeah, yeah.
You right there, Sharnie? I know she is!
Lock him up for good, Stan!
you're a drunken idiot!
Yeah, I'll take care of him until he sobers up.
He'll be crawling back to you in the morning, though,
begging you to forgive him.
Won't you, sunbeam? Thought this was a dry town.
Yeah? Who are you? I'm with the navy.
Right.
The reality is there's always one or two around here
that like a bit of home brew, you know what I mean.
Hey.
Need a drink. Latte, cappuccino, macchiato?
Whiskey.
Mate, this is a dry community. There's no whiskey here.
I'll see what I can do.
I'll just be a minute. I'm going to the shops.
Quinn. What?
Idiot, he's navy! (COUGHS)
Should have stayed on your boat, navy boy.
Get rid of him, Taylor. I got him. He's good as dead.
Sorry, fellas. (COUGHS)
Should be home in bed, navy boy.
Be quick about it, Taylor! We haven't got all night.
Sweet dreams.
(SIGHS)
Problem, ma'am?
I'm just trying to finish this report on today's boarding.
Well, I've already given you my account.
It was pretty dark in that hold, RO.
I'm surprised that your account is so vivid.
(CLANK!) What was that?
It's Dutchy.
Looks like someone found the home brew
the CO was talking about.
OK, go grab Charge, get him back on board AS AP.
Ma'am.
CHARGE: Alright, nice and easy, nice and easy.
Turn around. That's it.
Come on. (GRUNTS)
Don't think home brew had anything to do with this.
SWAIN: I don't think that cut's gonna require stitches
but these bruises are concerning.
How are the ribs?
(DOOR OPENS) They're fine.
What was your plan, take these guys on single-handed?
(GROANS) I didn't expect to hit paydirt, boss.
I just thought I could follow the cafe owner
and he'd lead me to a middle man
that I could press for information.
According to Charge, you were meant to phone it in
if you discovered anything related to these grog runners.
Yeah.
I'll call the local cop, Sergeant Booker.
(GROANS)
We searched the alley - no sign of a grog shop
and no-one in the area has seen or heard anything.
What about this cafe owner?
He reckons the young man here was after a prostitute
and he told him to get lost.
That's a load of rubbish.
I'm not saying I believe him, but your word against his.
We need to find the men responsible, Sergeant.
Yeah, I wanna find them too, Captain.
Sly grog's a big problem around here.
It's not just about the sly grog.
These men have also stolen weapons.
What do you mean? What kind of weapons?
Where did they get them from? From us.
Five 9mm Brownings.
Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?
I was hoping we could take care of it ourselves.
It's not really something I want made public.
Five loaded handguns not really something I want in my town.
I understand and I apologise.
I should have been up-front with you.
But now you realise how important it is
that we find these grog runners.
Well, I'll do what I can.
You say you've got a video that can identify them?
Dutchy will bring it back for you.
(SIGHS)
Dutchy, last night, were you trying to redeem yourself
or were you genuinely looking for a drink?
Huh?
I watched the tape of the boarding again.
Something was going on with you. What was it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
RO was right.
You had a chance to take the guy with the machete out
and that's an opportunity you would normally not pass up.
What are you saying, X, that I let him attack you?
No.
I know that your boarding officer was killed in the Gulf.
What does that have to do with anything?
If you have any residual issues from that incident...
I was counselled on that. ...you need to get some help.
No! I have been passed fully fit for duty.
Now, if you've got a problem with that,
write it up in a report.
Excuse me.
I need to speak with the owner. Is he around?
Terry? No, he went to Darwin this morning.
Darwin? Yeah. For a holiday.
(CLANKING)
Ooh! No, wait, wait.
Wait. I'm a federal agent. I'm a federal agent.
Think you cricked my neck. you're lucky I didn't break it.
So how do I really know you're an undercover fed?
Well, if I wasn't, you'd be dead.
Mate, you got off lightly last night. I pulled all my punches.
Really? Didn't feel like it.
Well, how come you got away so easily?
I distracted them, not you.
Just like I made sure that officer chick of yours
didn't get dragged into it on the boat.
So where's all this stuff headed?
Round these islands or what?
No, the island trade's chickenfeed.
This operation is worth millions.
It's got links to organised crime
here and in South-East Asia.
Most of this stuff is headed south - Sydney, Melbourne.
You got the grog, you got the players, why not pounce?
(LAUGHS) We don't have all the players.
Quinn and the boys are working for someone this end
but I don't know who
and we don't have all the Asian connections yet.
So what's the next move? (LAUGHS)
For you to stay the hell out of the way.
No. I'm sorry, mate, I can't do that.
I've gotta get our guns back. Forget your guns.
I am this close to smashing
an international racket in black market booze.
The last thing I need is navy sticking their big ships in...
(ROLLER DOOR OPENS)
Quinn, hey. What are you doing here?
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Dutchy? Swaino?
Clean linen.
Campaign medal, my arse.
(EXHALES)
You could dream, Leo.
Shit. (METAL CLINKS)
(WHISPERS) Oh, no.
What are you doing?
Oh, I was just delivering your linen, Swaino,
and I was busting to go, so...
You finished? Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
OK. Are you going to flush? No.
Nah, there's water restrictions, Swaino.
If it's yellow, let it mellow.
We make our own water, you goose.
N... (FLUSHES TOILET)
Hey, by the way, Charge wants you
to check those fuses up on 1 deck if you can.
Oh!
Yes! Thank you!
Thank you.
Still no luck, boss. Been round every one of these boats.
They're all happy for us to come on board for a look.
There's no cache of illegal alcohol on these vessels.
Or our guns and radios.
What do we do now? Not much we can do.
We return to base, face the music.
Sir, I need to speak with you. What is it?
Excuse me, Captain, got some news
on that 'Breakaway III' you're all looking for.
You found her? Nah.
But old Gus who runs the port up in Nurambie
reckons he's just spotted her heading out to sea.
MIKE: OK, Maxine, thank you.
NAVCOM will speak to the federal police,
see if they can confirm an agent on this case.
He said he was close to making arrests, boss.
And what about our guns?
He said forget about the guns.
He doesn't want the navy getting involved.
No way.
Until we confirm this fed, we stay on the 'Breakaway III'.
Retrieving our weapons is just as important
as stopping an illegal grog trade.
And this gung-ho act's not gonna wash,
Petty Officer Mulholland.
Going off without telling me or the X
or anybody else on board this ship?
Two breaches of procedure in two days.
Is this going to become a recurring problem?
No, sir.
It happens a third time
you'll be up before a captain's table on charges, understood?
Yes, sir.
That's all.
Excuse me, sir, Coastwatch has spotted a vessel
matching the description of the grog runners' boat.
Thank you.
Set course for it, X. Yes, sir.
XO: Australian Navy. We're boarding your vessel.
SWAIN: If there's anyone on board, show yourself!
BOMBER: Australian Navy. Show yourself.
(2DADS BREATHES HEAVILY)
Wheelhouse clear, ma'am.
BOMBER: Top deck clear, X! Captain, this is X.
There is nobody above decks. We're going below.
MIKE: Copy that, X. Use caution. Out.
OK, Bomber and 2Dads, you stay up here. We'll head below.
OK, you be alert.
Let's go.
It smells even worse down here.
(WOOD CREAKS)
(DUTCHY COUGHS)
It's been abandoned.
(RUSTLING)
(WHISPERS) Swain. (RUSTLING CONTINUES)
(RATS SQUEAK) (GROANS)
It's Taylor.
He's the fed.
So when did you speak to him? This morning.
Any witnesses to this? No.
But the main guy, Quinn, showed up
but I'm sure he didn't see me.
The warehouse is empty.
Looks like they used the 'Breakaway III'
to draw you out of port while they cleared it.
Why weren't the feds watching it?
Dunno, wasn't informed about this operation myself
until last night.
Seems this fed was trying to ID the boss of the grog syndicate
before he called his buddies in.
I did get a quick look at the body, though.
Shot once to the chest, small-calibre weapon.
You carry 9 millimetres on board?
Why?
You say you wrestled this guy?
Before I knew he was a fed, yeah.
Are you saying I shot him?
I'm saying you're pretty angry about copping a beating.
(DUTCHY SCOFFS) OK.
I just can't discount the possibility
that he was shot with one of your stolen weapons.
Not planning on steaming home anytime soon, are you, Captain?
We'll be here as long as we need to be, Sergeant.
Well, this is all we need.
If that fed was shot with one of our guns,
we can kiss all our careers goodbye.
Thank you.
How did you get it? Dutchy lent it to me.
Yeah, well, it doesn't prove anything.
Oh! This is a medal for gallantry.
It's not some campaign medal. Yeah, I know.
I looked up his citation on the internet yesterday.
Medal or not, it doesn't change the fact
that he hung the XOut to dry.
Oh, whateve...
I didn't steal it, I swear, I...
Good luck.
I was just trying to prove to RO that you're not a coward.
What was that all about?
Thank you.
Waste of a medal, just throwing it away.
I hear they're worth a fair whack on eBay.
Dutchy, I don't know what's going on with you,
but you just left the boat again without asking permission.
What's it to you? I'm your divisional officer.
It's my job to know what's going on with my sailors.
Look, I'm just trying to understand you.
That big a mystery, am I?
You are overprotective of me, and you have been on boardings
ever since you set foot on 'Hammersley'.
But in day-to-day running of the ship,
you avoid me like the plague.
I don't get that. There's nothing to get.
Do you really hate me that much? No.
Look, you've just... you've got it all wrong, OK?
Oh, have I?
You want me to say I'm sorry? I don't want your apology.
Well, what do you want? I want you to trust me.
It's not you I don't trust, OK?
Well, why don't you trust yourself?
(HORN BEEPS)
That's the truck. That's the truck!
That's the grog runners' truck.
Dammit!
What are you doing?
It's gonna be gone in 10 seconds.
Well, call the police. There's no time for that.
Dutchy, you heard the CO - if you go off again,
he's gonna have you up on charges.
What are we gonna do, just let them get away?
Go! MAN: Hey!
That's my bike!
Is the grog in the truck?
No, not the truck - the boat.
We need to get into the hold. I'm just gonna call the ship.
(SIGHS) Dammit, there's no signal.
Look, we know the boat's here.
Let's just ride back to the harbour and get some backup.
No, she's gonna sail. Dutchy!
Do you wanna see the CO kicked out of the navy?
No. That's what's gonna happen if we don't get our guns back.
It's all my fault but he's the one
that's gonna pay the ultimate price.
What are you gonna do? Just disable the engine.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
Hey, kids. Hey, do you think you might be able to do me a favour?
Here. I'll double it.
You know the big navy ship in the marina?
Yeah. I need you to go there and find the captain.
Tell him that Kate has found the boat that we're looking for
on this side of the inlet.
The boat's name is 'Mercure'. It's really important.
Do you think you can remember all of that?
Yes. OK, go. Go!
Hello again.
Boss, the kids say they saw the boat leave
about 20 minutes ago, heading north,
and one of them saw "the blonde lady" being taken on board.
Swain, pursue them and keep me posted. Over.
Copy that, boss.
Bird, maintain radar watch.
The 'Mercure's out there, just waiting for us to grab her.
Port 15, revolutions 2-0-0-0.
(GRUNTS LOUDLY)
It's no good. I'm sorry.
This is my fault. I dragged you into this.
It's not your fault. I made my own choice.
Yeah, to trust me.
I tried to keep you safe.
I just didn't do a very good job of it.
If I was quicker, if I was smarter,
if I anticipated the danger...
You couldn't have anticipated this.
Instead, the boardo gets his throat cut
and bleeds out in the stinking, rat-infested hull.
you're talking about the Gulf.
And I score a medal for it.
How bloody ironic is that?
I've read the report. You were saving the lives of six sailors.
The boarding officer's death, it wasn't your fault.
I was his buffer, second-in-command.
I should have been by his side, protecting him.
Is that why you're always protecting me?
And why you can hardly talk to me?
Have you been that petrified of it happening again?
It did happen again.
I froze! I almost cost you your life.
Dutchy, it was a split second, that is all.
Sir, contact on the radar.
MIKE: What are its coordinates?
On a bearing of 3-5-5, range 13 miles.
Try and raise them on VHF, RO. Sir.
MIKE: Swain, we have an unidentified vessel,
bearing 3-5-5, range 13 miles.
Intercept and report back. Over. SWAIN: Copy that, boss.
Let's close the distance.
Port 15, steer 3-5-5, revolutions 2-0-0-0.
Vessel in position 11 degrees south, 134 degrees east,
this is Australian warship
calling you on on VHF channel 16.
Request you identify yourself. Over.
(RADIO CRACKLES) Keep trying, RO.
SWAIN: Boss, we've just arrived
at an estuary called Edwards Cove.
Suspect vessel still not sighted. Over.
Copy that, Swain.
Vessel in position 11 degrees south, 134 degrees east,
this is Australian warship calling you on VHF 16.
Stop or heave to. We intend to board you. Over.
'Thunder', this is 'Hammersley'. How close are you? Over.
500 yards, sir. I can make out the ship's name.
Confirm it's the 'Mercure'. Snatch-board her, Swain.
Go, go, go, go.
Australian Navy, put your weapon down!
Get down! Australian Navy! Drop your weapons!
Get down! Put it down! Drop your weapon!
Down on the ground!
Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!
Put it down!
Move to the back of the boat. Bomber, check the hold.
Yep. Hands on your head.
2DADS: Get down now. Hands to head.
Alright, mate, you go in.
Hey! Oi!
Wrong sport, mate. Try rugby.
Drop it. Drop it NOW!
No-one below decks and the hold's full of whiskey.
No sign of the XOr Dutchy.
Found something that belongs to us.
Swain, this is 'Hammersley'. Any sign of the XOr Dutchy?
SWAIN: No, boss, they're not on board.
We have found our Brownings and radios.
The grog runners say they don't know anything
about where Dutchy and Kate are,
but they also claim not to have been involved in the fed's murder.
And the only weapons we've found
are three shotguns and our Brownings.
Ammo's accounted for.
And they're not missing any ammo.
Well, at least they weren't used in killing the fed.
So where are they?
(WATER SLOSHES AGAINST HULL)
Hey.
I think I can feel something. What?
It's like a kink in the rope.
Can you just bend your wrist back a little bit further?
(GASPS) Sorry, I know it hurts.
Just... If you could... Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it.
That's it, just a bit more. (GROANS)
(GROANS) Oh! I got it!
Are you OK? Are you OK?
Yeah.
Let's get you out of here.
Where the hell are we?
How far is that land?
It's gotta be at least a couple of miles.
It might as well be 100. There's no way that I can swim that.
We can't just sit here and wait for them to pick us off.
Dutchy, I won't make it.
Alright, as soon as I reach land, I'll raise the alarm.
Am I glad to see you.
Must have been tough out here on your own.
My crew mate is swimming for land.
How long ago? Not long.
We can pick him up on the way back in.
I don't need him. Just one of you will do.
What are you doing? Get in the boat.
I said get in the boat.
It all makes sense now. you're part of this.
you're the head of the syndicate.
Just get in the boat. No.
You know, you're making a mistake, Sergeant,
because the 'Hammersley' know about the 'Mercure'.
Yeah, I know. My boys radioed me before they got boarded.
Now you're gonna radio your captain
and we're gonna negotiate a little trade.
He won't go for it. I think he will.
If he wants you alive.
Now, for the last time, get in the boat.
You murdered the federal police officer, didn't you?
Yeah, you said that you heard about the operation
the night before he was murdered.
Just shut up.
Is it really worth killing people over some grog?
Grog's just the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart.
Let's get in the boat. I'm not getting in the boat.
And I will not make the call. No?
Well, maybe I'll just shoot you now
and then go and fish your mate out, eh?
Booker!
(GUNSHOT)
Dutchy!
MIKE: SITREP, Swain. Nothing yet, boss.
We'll be running out of coastline soon.
Hang on. Yeah, boss, we've sighted them.
Well done, Swain.
Hey, Dutchy.
Here's your ride, Sergeant.
You OK? Yep, all good here.
How's he? Oh, he'll live.
You need to sign down here, down here.
Feeling better, X?
Quite possibly the best hot shower I've ever had,
thanks, Bird.
I hear we had a win all round.
We caught up with the grog runners,
but more importantly, we got our guns and radios back.
And Swain said that all of the ammo's been accounted for.
Yeah.
Where's Dutchy? Writing his report, I think.
X.
We're gonna have to organise a captain's table.
I meant what I said.
The fact that he drew you into this situation
only made it worse.
Pursuing the truck was my call, not his.
Will you let me handle Dutchy?
I honestly don't believe
that charges are warranted in this instance,
or in anyone's best interests.
OK. you're his divisional officer.
Thank you.
Got something to say, Robert? No, ma'am.
Good!
Ma'am.
Dutchy, you weren't responsible for what happened in the Gulf.
You saved the lives of six sailors on that boarding.
I know that.
And yesterday you saved my life.
I made 2Dads go for a swim.
You earned that.
Never forget it.
So now maybe you'll talk to me
a bit more every now and then, eh?
X.
Thanks.