(P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES)
Do you hear there? This is the captain speaking.
We'll be in port within the hour.
Once alongside, those not on watch
will be free to enjoy some R&R.
(LAUGHS) Yes!
What do you say, Roey? Gonna cut loose tonight or what?
Sadly, I'm on watch, 2Dads.
Oh, bummer. What about you, Bird?
Uh, I've got food to prep for tomorrow.
Oh, how boring are you guys?!
Looks like I'll have to have enough fun for the three of us!
Remember, 2Dads, this is a goodwill visit.
Let's not wear out our welcome on the first night.
I'll keep an eye on him, sir.
Who'll keep an eye on you? (2DADS LAUGHS)
That'd be my job, ma'am.
That doesn't fill me with confidence either.
(MEN LAUGH) Captain has the ship!
What rubbish!
I might just have to come along and keep an eye on all of you.
(MEN LAUGH) It's on!
Alright! We've still got a ship to get alongside.
Swain, give the order.
Yes, sir.
Special sea duty men and capable party close up.
Check damage control state 3, condition Voyage.
Best place in town, mate. Get us there now.
Cheap rum, cheap rum! Come on, $2!
Yeah! (LAUGHS)
It's good! Yeah!
Hey, 2Dads! (CHARGE WHISTLES)
My drinks, my drinks.
Coming through, coming through! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Raymondo, you are the bomb! I love this town.
I love it! I love the ambience, I love the energy.
Oh, my God, I love the... the beautiful scenery. Look at this!
You can look, but don't touch.
Oh, Chargie! My heart belongs to somebody else.
But certain other organs...
(ALL GROAN) What'll we drink to?
How about your impending promotion?
Oh, that could jinx it.
Oh, it's practically a done deal, X.
To the ALMOST Lieutenant Commander.
ALL: Cheers. 2DADS: Don't forget to blow!
2DADS: Tourist. Tourist. Tourist.
Tourist. Tourist.
American tourist. Tourists on their honeymoon.
Oh! Sex tourist if I ever saw one.
It's a skill. Talking rubbish?
No, reading people. It comes in handy on the poker table.
Whoa, whoa. Check it out.
Table over there. See those two guys? Definitely gay.
(LAUGHS)
OK, Sherlock. What's her story?
Boys, we're gonna head down to Bar 66. You coming?
Bit more of a local crowd, apparently.
Bar 66 it is. Yeah!
A few too many tourists here for my liking.
Ah, jokin'!
Hi.
I'm 2Dads.
Uh, Leo.
You have a name?
You speak English?
Do you like magic?
That was almost a smile! (CHUCKLES)
No?
Why so sad?
Have you been stood up?
Ah, he's a schmuck. Forget about him. He's not worth it.
Would you like a drink?
Yes. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, OK?
Ah...
Scuse me, sorry. Raymondo, Raymondo.
Give me two flaming flamingos, please.
No...
Noooooooo!
(CAR ALARMS SQUEAL)
(THEME MUSIC)
(GRUNTS) Is everyone alright?
You alright? Oh, God!
Swain, get... Quickly!
XO: Get him out of the way. Take him!
CHARGE: 2Dads!
Just keep moving down! Keep moving down.
Everybody out. Keep going.
(SCREAMS) 2Dads!
2Dads!
Swain? Yep!
Alright, anyone who can walk, get 'em clear.
Any bleeding, use pressure bandages, clothing,
whatever you can.
Dutch! Yep.
(GROANS) Ma'am, I'll sit you up.
Up you get! It's OK. I'm here to help you.
Come on, mate. OK. Just tie that down.
Hey, Swain, I need your help. Swain!
Keep the pressure on, yeah? Yeah, I'll handle this.
Go see the X. XO: Swain!
I can't see 2Dads anywhere.
Coming!
I was just helping her out and she collapsed,
and I can't feel a pulse.
I only know basic first aid. I can't...
First aid is all we can do now, ma'am.
How much? All of it.
As much as we can carry.
Where's all the Hartmann's?
That's it. Swain was waiting on a shipment of IV fluid.
Come on, Kate. Pick up!
Did I hear right -
there's been an explosion in the nightclub district?
Yeah, Luga Bar's been hit. Suspected suicide bombing.
Isn't that where the guys were going?
The X isn't answering. Oh, God.
OK, Bird, help with the blankets and water.
Boat deck at the rush.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
SWAIN: Alright, alright! Hey! Coming, coming.
Alright, OK.
Alright. DUTCHY: Easy, easy.
You go and grab something more substantial
to wrap around this, OK?
OK, thank you. Hang with us, alright?
We're gonna get you out of here.
Ambos are here. Hey, Charge! Yeah?
Medikits. The ambos should have spares, yeah?
WOMAN: Help me! (WAILS) Hang on, Swain!
XO: I'll go. Alright, alright.
I think my legs are broken. Ahh!
OK. Can you put your arm around me?
Yep. That's it.
(SCREAMS) Sorry!
(WAILS)
I need you to find my husband.
We were just dancing on the dance floor.
It's our honeymoon! (SOBS)
Have you seen him? Is he alright?
Let's just get you some help, eh?
Just keep sucking on that whistle, ma'am.
It'll help with the pain.
Was that the X? MIKE: Still not answering.
Goes straight through to message bank.
BIRD: I called 2Dads's phone. It says it was out of reach.
Boss! SWAIN: Set her down.
Her pulse is thready and her respiratory rate's low.
She's got a rigid abdo too,
so she might have some internal bleeding.
OK.
Thank God. I thought... No, no, no. I'm alright.
2Dads was at the bar when the bomb went off
and now we can't find him anywhere.
Swain! We brought everything we had.
Good work. They're running low on morphine.
OK, I want everyone working in pairs to help clear debris.
Grab a torch from Robert. 2Dads is still missing.
Keep an eye out for him but help everyone you can.
Bird? Yeah.
Triage area's out here on the street,
but don't move anyone
until they've been medically assessed, OK?
OK, OK. We're coming.
Concentrate on the living, Bird. Who's next? You? Alright.
We'll be back! Stay... stay calm!
XO: 2Dads! 2Dads!
X! There are some more down here.
X, we've got some more over here.
SWAIN: Who's next? You?
RO: We should keep our eyes open, sir.
There's often a second attack during the clean-up.
They do it for maximum carnage.
XO: 2Dads! CHARGE: 2Dads!
XO: Just keep walking out the front.
X, I think I see someone under the bar.
X!
He's here! He's under the bar!
Dutchy! DUTCHY: Coming, coming!
XO: Dutchy, over here! Yep!
XO: Dutchy, we need to get this off.
Swain! Help us with this! Just go slow, go slow!
Wait, wait, wait!
Grab it? Yeah!
OK, go slow. Go.
(CHARGE GRUNTS)
Buddy! 2Dads! It's Charge, eh?
XO: 2Dads? You're alive!
You alright? You OK?
Oh, thank God you're... that you're still alive!
Are you hurt, 2Dads?
I don't think so! What...
I was ordering a drink.
The bar... the bar, it must have saved him from the blast.
What blast?
Get you out of here.
2Dads?
SWAIN: Is he alright?
2Dads!
You're OK! 2Dads, I thought that...
I mean, we all thought that... XO: Whoa, Bird, Bird.
Swaino. Yeah, yeah. Hey.
You right? Fine.
Some ringing in my ears. (TINNITUS RINGS)
Think this is superficial. He's gonna be alright, boss.
Good. Still more work to be done.
(ECHOES) Should have known, mate.
Take more than a bomb blast to keep you down.
Hey, hey! Can you tell me what day it is?
Luckiest day of my life? (LAUGHS) You got that right.
I need you to hold this to your ear. Keep pressure on it.
I've gotta go back inside.
If you feel nauseous or any pain, let someone know...
(RINGING GROWS LOUDER)
(RINGING STOPS)
Miss?
Hey!
It's me.
Are you OK?
Are you OK? Are you hurt?
Miss?
No, I... I just wanna know if you're hurt!
No, wait. I just... wanna help you!
Miss, wait!
Stop!
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run. I just...
She's not breathing, she's not breathing!
Go get help, go get help! (SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)
(CROWD SCREAMS)
(WOMAN WAILS NEARBY)
SWAIN: The woman's been taken to the hospital under guard.
Apparently she's in a critical condition.
Thanks.
Well done.
I'm proud of you.
You OK, Bird?
Good work, Dutchy, Charge.
How you doing, 2Dads?
You alright?
I, uh... I couldn't get you on the phone.
For those 20 minutes...
So the most critical cases have been airlifted to Darwin.
The rest are in the local hospital.
So, you were trying to chat her up?
I was trying to CHEER her up.
You were trying to cheer up a suicide bomber.
She looked sad.
I'm not surprised. She was about to blow herself up.
I just don't get what would motivate someone to do that.
RO: Fanaticism. Death at all costs.
That's why they use a dead man's switch
to trigger the device.
What's a dead man's switch?
It's activated when released rather than pressed.
That way, even if the good guys shoot him, boom!
Thing still blows up.
Yeah. Hey, shouldn't you be resting up?
No, no, I'm fine. I'm a'get back on the bike' kinda guy.
Listen, I've spoken to fleet medical
and teed up some counselling sessions
for when we get back, OK?
Not just for you. They're for everyone, alright?
Make way. Coming through.
Pardon me.
(WHISPERS) Who's that?
Madelaine Cruise, Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade.
Mike Flynn. What can I do for you?
Can we talk privately, Commander?
You've already met my XO.
This is Petty Officer Bosun Dylan Mulholland.
You can trust them as much as you can trust me.
I've been liaising with
the Prime Minister and Cabinet's office
in regards to last night's bombing.
I have special orders for 'Hammersley'
to proceed immediately to those coordinates.
For what purpose? Been tasked with an operation.
Once we reach this position,
there'll be further instructions.
I'm sorry, Miss Cruise... Call me Madelaine.
Miss Cruise, I can't take this ship anywhere.
My orders are to help with
the evacuation of Australian casualties.
I have special orders signed by the defence minister.
My operation takes precedence. Just what is your operation?
I can't tell you that, Commander.
MIKE: I don't appreciate having someone
commandeer my ship, Maxine.
YOUR ship? I wouldn't get too attached.
It won't be long until you're back to driving a desk.
The Department of Foreign Affairs
is supposed to assist Australians overseas.
Best way for them to do that
is to let us transport them home.
Our orders are clear.
Madelaine Cruise has ministerial approval.
Why is the defence minister involved with DFAT?
The way I hear it,
Ms Cruise just happened to be on the ground.
Now, you mightn't like it, Mike,
but you have got to bend over backwards to help her.
Hey, buddy. You OK?
She dumped me.
What?
Bomber dumped me. By email.
No!
Says she's met somebody else.
Oh, man.
Kosov-Meyer, is this the man
you saw detonate the bomb at the Luga Bar?
What, is that the gay guy?
"Gay guy"? What do you mean?
Well, he was with another man. What other man?
He left before the bomb went off.
What did this other man look like?
Sorry, I didn't get a good look at him.
You?
I'm a bit hazy. I can't really remember.
Think. It's important.
He had dark hair. Caucasian, not local.
Maybe late 30s. Maybe.
Hey!
The woman - the other suicide bomber.
Have you heard anything?
She died.
Hi. How are your sea legs?
Excuse me?
Oh, it's just the motion
can sometimes play havoc with your equilibrium.
I know a few pressure points if you feel queasy.
I'm sure I'll manage.
What was that all about?
Beats me. You reckon it'd kill her to crack a smile some time?
Not a lot to smile about at the moment.
Hey, um... how's the promotions list? Has it come out yet?
Some time next week.
CO can't wait to get off this tub for good.
He was pretty cut up last night.
(P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES)
MIKE: XO and PO Mulholland to the bridge.
XO and PO Mulholland to the bridge.
Coming up on the coordinates now.
I want you to give Ms Cruise your full attention
while she briefs us.
We'll be sitting tight for a bit.
There's a parachute drop scheduled for 1700 hours.
A parachute drop? What are we picking up?
Not what, who. Four S AS personnel.
You'll then be escorting them to this point on the mainland
where you'll provide back-up support
for a covert mission they're to undertake.
What sort of covert mission?
Covert.
OK. Swain, maintain position on the edge of the drop zone.
X, plot a course to this point on the mainland.
Yes, sir.
So now we just... sit tight.
You OK?
I heard you got dumped.
Who told you that? Bird.
She heard it from Dutchy, who heard it from Swain.
It's ironic, isn't it, that you get dumped via email.
Communication being the cornerstone
of any successful relationship.
Since when are you an expert on relationships, RO?
Oh, no, I don't claim to be. I'm an expert on communication.
Now, that's ironic.
Sir!
MAN ON RADIO: This is Echo Bravo 3-5. Over.
Echo Bravo 3-5,
this is Australian warship 'Hammersley'.
What is your position? Over.
Right above you now, 'Hammersley'.
2,000 feet on a heading 230 at 80 knots.
Nearing the drop zone now.
RHIB party standing by.
And Elvis has left the building.
CHARGE ON RADIO: X, our contact Red Five.
XO ON RADIO: Our contact Red Five.
He's caught in his chute. I think he's injured.
Roger.
XO: Bring us in closer, Harvey.
You right? Hang on, mate.
Give us your hand. That's it. In you get.
Where you hurt, mate? (GROANS) Shoulder.
You got it?
Give us your arm, mate.
(GROANS)
XO: Swain, how is he?
Uh, busted shoulder, ma'am.
CHARGE: X, we have two S AS rescued.
By my count, there should be one more.
XO ON RADIO: Copy that.
X, last guy's over there!
Are you OK?
All the better for seeing you, Katie.
Captain James Roth at your service.
(CHUCKLES)
Swain, what's the verdict?
SWAIN: Uh, he's definitely got a dislocated shoulder
and maybe a fractured clavicle.
MIKE: So the rumours are true. Jim Roth returns.
G'day, Mike.
Wish this whole thing was a little less melodramatic.
Already one man down.
You handled yourself well out there.
Kept your cool.
Don't even think it, Captain Roth.
This is a four-man job. Willow's out.
I need to replace him.
I'll do it. I'll take his spot.
No offence, pal, it looks like the breeze would blow you over.
You seen any real action? A bit. In the Gulf.
I don't want him.
Why not?
You don't have security clearance.
I'm the tactical commander of this operation,
so it's my call.
I have a duty of care here, Dutchy.
Can you tell me exactly what this operation is?
Sorry, Mike, it's not my call.
You'll have to ask her that.
(WHISPERS) Scuse me.
I've been fairly accommodating,
but this need-to-know rubbish is starting to piss me off.
Have you spoken to NAVCOM?
Have they told you to offer me every assistance?
Then we're clear, Commander.
I'm pretty clear that you don't want Dutchy on this mission.
That's right.
Then if Dutchy wants to do it,
once he's been fully briefed, he has my approval.
Come with me.
Hey, why have we stopped? What's going on?
We'll take the RHIB in from here.
Hey, 2Dads, you go ahead. I'll catch up.
Yes, ma'am.
It's good to see you, Kate.
Been wanting to drop you a line for a while now.
So you thought that you'd just drop out of the sky instead.
Yeah, something like that.
So, why were you gonna drop me a line?
I didn't say I was going to. I said I WANTED to.
There's a big difference.
Everything ready?
Yeah, Dutchy's been fully briefed.
Sworn to secrecy on pain of death.
Lieutenant.
You and Captain Roth. Is this gonna be a problem?
What do you mean? Your past relationship.
We can't afford for it to be a distraction.
That was a long time ago, and no, it won't be a distraction.
XO ON RADIO: 'Hammersley', this is 'Thunder'.
We're on the beach. Over.
Copy that, 'Thunder'.
20 minutes. Not a minute longer.
If we're not back by 2200, you go.
If you're not back by then... It means our mission's failed.
And we'll find an alternative evac point,
get helo'd out at first light.
Dutchy, be careful.
Uh, sir...
(WHISPERS) I've been receiving
encrypted signals all day for Ms Cruise.
I don't think that she's with
the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade.
If you ask me, I'd say she's an ASIO spook.
Tell me something I don't know, Robert.
X, can I ask you a question?
Yeah.
Why Dutchy on this mission and not me?
Well, let me think.
S AS mission. There's Dutchy, you.
(SIGHS)
I'm joking.
It's 2201, ma'am.
'Hammersley', this is 'Thunder'.
20 minutes is up, sir. What are your instructions? Over.
Return to the ship.
Sir, you wanna give them a few more minutes? Over.
Negative. Return to the ship. Out.
(LEAVES CRUNCH) (WHISPERS) Hey.
ROTH: McGregor.
Roth!
Go, go, go, go!
What the hell's going on?
You have your new orders, Commander.
Just get us back to port as fast as you can.
Charge, bring up Austere. Aye, sir.
It's up, sir.
Do we have any idea who this guy is or what this is about?
MIKE: Swain. Yes, sir.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
Pearson, stand aside.
MAN SHOUTS: Give me a name!
Who is it, huh?
CRUISE: What do you think you're doing?
I wanna talk to you. Now.
I'm in the middle of something. I said now!
I'm the captain of this ship, and everyone on this ship
is under my authority, including that man in there.
And I will not sanction his torture.
Listen, Commander, we have intel
that the man behind the Luga Bar bombing
is planning another attack on an Australian target,
possibly the consulate.
What's that got to do with him?
I believe he has information on that man's identity
and the location of the safe house.
Then you question him for information without torture.
This has got nothing to do with you.
My orders come from way over your head.
I don't care where they come from.
This is my ship, and what I say goes.
Fine. You have my word we'll be gentle.
I want one of my crew members in there.
We'll take Dutchy. No. I want Swain.
Either you take Swain, or I put a stop to this right now.
I'm making a full report on your failure to cooperate.
If my mission fails, you'll have a lot to answer for.
Swain.
I'm not asking for your support,
merely informing you of my actions.
Duly noted, Mike. I am giving you my support anyway.
If there are any repercussions from this,
we will BOTH face the music.
In the meantime, your original orders stand.
You'll be transporting
the less seriously injured bomb victims to Darwin.
OK, we'll liaise with the local authorities
as soon as we reach port.
Talk to you later.
Sir, we're coming into port. You're needed on the bridge.
Thanks, Bird.
How'd they go? Yeah, they got a name.
Lennox Rahman. And the name of a place in town.
Yes, what's going on?
Is the car on its way? Good.
No, I don't need a special driver. I'll handle that.
OK.
Since the interrogation took so long,
we'll be hitting the house in daylight.
Increases the risk, but at least you can sleep tonight.
You think this was about my conscience?
Don't tell me it was about doing the right thing.
Let's go!
RO: Sir!
Excuse me, sir. Local hospital just called through.
Patients will be ready to transfer within the hour.
OK. Let's go and make some room for our guests, RO.
2Dads, what are you doing? Uh, nothing, sir.
Then you can oversee the arrival of our passengers.
Settle them comfortably into Austere.
Yes, sir.
Great. Nurse Kosov-Meyer at your service.
We received intel a week ago there were three in the cell.
Two of them are dead -
it should just leave Rahman in the house.
What, you knew about the threat a week ago?
Why didn't you issue travel warnings?
That would have compromised the identity of the informants.
You could have prevented the bombing. People were killed.
I had no way of anticipating that.
But I'm not about to let the consulate
or any other Australian target get hit.
XO: Ma'am, I'm Kate.
If you'd like to come with me, I'll get you settled on board.
2DADS: Have your passports ready for me, please.
Thank you. Just watch your step.
The house with the blue gutter.
Don't panic and get trigger happy.
I want Lennox Rahman alive.
Can you have your passports ready for me, thanks?
Oh, RO, RO, RO! Can you take over for me for a second?
I need to exercise my right for a toilet break.
Uh, is that one yours? Can you put it in the box for me?
She's a warm and friendly person.
She doesn't seem to think too highly of you either.
You got a visual on the back?
MAN OVER RADIO: Negative. Blinds are drawn.
Let's hope it's not rigged to blow.
On three.
One, two, three.
Clear!
MAN: Clear!
Alright. We're clear.
There's no sign of Rahman,
but there's stuff here to suggest
he's been making a bomb.
Jim.
Stand by.
Looks like he's been making other stuff too.
It's a medical ID.
What, you think he was tipped off?
If he was, he wouldn't have left all this stuff for us to find.
What does this tell us? He wants access to a hospital.
Doesn't match our intel.
He's supposed to be hitting an Australian target.
Your ID, please, sir?
Dr Malik? OK.
There's nothing here.
I say we sit off the house and wait for him to return.
It's not a safehouse anymore.
He won't be coming back.
Hey!
(COCKS GUN)
Feel alright?
How's everyone, Swaino?
Do you need me for anything else?
No, mate. That should be fine. Thanks.
Thought Bird was supposed to be at MarineLink.
She's fixing up some scran for our guests,
God help 'em.
So you thought you'd come up here and skive off, did you?
Yep. Might as well live up to my reputation as being useless.
Self-indulgent.
RO! Mmm?
Austere. Get the boss to Austere.
Not on the pipe - find him, tell him in person.
Tell him what?
It's the third man from the Luga Bar. He's in Austere.
DUTCHY: Boss, 'Hammersley's the target.
Slow down, Dutchy. What makes you think...
Sir...
They've got photos of Cairns base, 'Hammersley'...
Sir! ...and made fake medical IDs.
Medical IDs? Sir!
What is it, RO?
2Dads thinks the man from the Luga Bar is in Austere.
Stand by, Dutchy.
Where is he? Who?
The guy in the white coat - the doctor.
He was here a second ago. Why?
X! Austere, now.
There's a bomber on board.
Where's 2Dads?
He was just looking for the doctor. He's just gone.
What's going on?
Charge, with me. Sir!
MIKE: We don't know where he is. He was last seen in Austere.
Maybe he's decided to abort?
I sent Swain up top. There's no sign of him on the dock.
If they're gonna detonate,
they'll do it in Austere to maximise casualties.
He's NOT in Austere. CHARGE: Clear.
Wait.
He's not just after casualties, sir.
He wants to sink the ship. He's in the fuel tanks.
Charge!
(METAL OBJECT CLANKS)
(SCREAMS)
You OK?
(PANTS)
Yeah. Yeah.
What do I do with this?
Hey. Heard you boys were having a bit of a problem.
Yeah. Yeah, you took your time!
Yeah, I stopped for a beer on the way through.
CHARGE: Very funny.
Don't you look like a goose!
Well, it's just for cosmetics, really, to keep the boss happy.
'Cause if that thing blows...
Yeah, but it's not gonna blow, right?
'Cause you know how to deactivate it.
Well, I've seen a similar thing in the Gulf.
But we'll see how we go, eh?
We... didn't wanna touch the vest
just in case we triggered it.
Well, that was the right thing to do.
(WHISPERS) Nasty.
(SIGHS) OK.
This is what we're gonna have to do.
We need to tape his hands together on the detonator.
OK?
We need to keep pressure on it at ALL times.
I'm gonna do this now, alright?
I need you to help me with this, Charge.
On his... on his thumbs? Yeah. Yeah.
Alright. Alright.
Let's do this slowly.
Easy. Just... easy, easy, easy, easy.
OK, I just need to get in there.
Just really...
Yep. Just... keep your finger there. You got it.
Other hand. Other hand.
Put your finger on it.
OK, yeah. Take your hands away.
Right.
OK.
Up you guys go. Dutchy, we're not going...
There's nothing you guys can do now.
You've just gotta let me fix this, alright? OK?
MIKE: Let's go, fellas. Now.
Blast corridor's been set up.
Crew and passengers have been evacuated.
Copy that.
Dutchy?
Good luck.
Thanks, boss.
If it does blow, Charge,
is there any chance of saving the ship?
Not a chance, sir. We've got two full tanks.
The initial blast will set those off and she'll just drop.
Are we far enough back? No, sir.
I don't think she gives a stuff about Dutchy.
Course not, mate.
She's only worried he'll blow up her source of information.
Hey. Underestimated you, junior.
You weren't the only one, Charge.
There he is.
(ALL CHEER)
Dutchy! Whoo!
(ALL CHEER)
You the man!
Ah! I'm a free man.
You know what that means, yeah?
Yeah - you can make a fool of yourself
getting rejected by a whole bevy of beautiful women.
(ALL LAUGH)
Not when you guys tell them how I single-handedly
saved a WARSHIP.
(ALL GROAN) Warship!
Get used to it, Bird. He'll be dining out on this for years.
CHARGE: By the way, your shout, 2Dads.
Ms Cruise?
Just tell me one thing.
What have you got against me? What do you mean?
You were pretty keen to veto me from that mission of yours.
Seemed a bit personal.
I just didn't think you were the right fit.
Oh? You know nothing about me.
I know everything about you.
She's a spook. She knows everything about everyone.
You heading out with the others?
No such luck, I'm afraid.
I've got a report that I need to finish.
Forget about paperwork.
Come have a drink with me.
Oh, I, uh...
Sorry.
I just assumed that nothing was going on
since you're still serving on the same ship.
There is nothing going on.
But Mike is resuming shore posting in a few weeks, so...
Right.
I'm happy for you, Kate.
Good to see you.
Yeah.