Nearly three hours past the designated rendezvous.
They'll be here, Commander.
It might help, Ms Cruise, if I knew
what your team was doing here.
Help in what way?
I could tell my team why they've been
sitting in a RHIB for 3.5 hours.
Relates to our ongoing investigations
into a terrorist network,
but that's all I can tell you at this stage.
X, Captain. How are you holding up?
XO ON RADIO: Bored, cold, tired and lacking in humour.
Not necessarily in that order, sir.
Still no word from the agents.
Just continue to sit tight. Out.
Sir, got something. CRUISE: That'd be Smith.
Robert, anything on the secure frequency?
Not yet, sir. Just one heat shape.
Isn't there four in your team?
They could've lost use of their radios.
Only if something's gone wrong.
X, we've picked up a Ione figure in the trees behind the beach
signalling towards the ship.
I want you to approach the beach with stealth.
Secondaries off. Over. XO ON RADIO: Copy that, sir.
XO: Captain, X. Sir, we are at the beach.
There is no sign of anyone. Over.
X, the heat signature was at one o'clock from your position.
Over.
Right, Dutchy, Swain, check it out.
Roger.
RO: Sir, incoming signal.
(RADIO STATIC)
MAN ON RADIO: This is Smith! I'm the only one left!
SMITH: Get down! Down!
Get down! Down!
XO: Get down! (GUNFIRE)
Down!
Get out of there, X! Get out of there now!
XO: Dutchy, Swain, get out of there!
Sir, we need cover fire.
Repeat, we need cover fire. Over.
Charge, Typhoon. Aye, sir.
Fall back!
CHARGE: Locked on the tree line. Aim at target.
MIKE: On my signal, Charge.
SMITH: Wait! Wait!
MIKE: What the hell?
Arggh!
Ma'am, what about him? XO: No time.
DUTCHY: Forget him. He's dead! Grenade has taken him out!
Leave him! Keep down! Swain, no! Swain!
Swain!
XO: Sir, Swain is on the beach.
MIKE: Copy, X.
Hold your fire, Charge.
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) Swain!
XO: Sir, Swain is clear.
Fire at will. Engage.
Took a big risk for a dead man!
XO: Get on the boat!
Go!
Hey, hey, hey! You're right, you're right, you're right.
(BULLETS RICOCHET)
OK, let's go!
SWAIN: And look to the right.
What the happened over there? Not now, ma'am.
I'm alright. It just knocked me off my feet.
What about the others?
Smith! They're all dead.
How? I don't know.
We were ambushed on our way to the beach.
They were waiting for us and they took us out. Jesus!
Are you hurt anywhere... Oh, look, I said I'm fine!
Just give me some room to breathe.
What about Jim Roth?
We made contact yesterday.
He gave it to us and took off. Have you got it?
(SIGHS)
I want the RO to send the contents of this thumb drive
to my office immediately.
OK.
Can I help you, sir?
I'm with the local government.
What's going on?
MAN: No, no! This is totally unacceptable!
It's Madelaine and the CO.
And some local government dude. Doesn't sound too happy.
I hope we understand each other, Captain.
The sooner you leave port, the better.
2Dads, would you escort Mr Salah off the ship?
Yes, boss. Sir?
And seeing as you're both so interested,
you might as well come in for a briefing.
(P.A. CHIMES)
MAN ON P.A: Special sea duty manager. Cable party close up.
Stand by to depart berth.
Get a wriggle on, you slackers. Haven't got all day.
Chop chop. Hey, Gibbsy, what are you doing?
MAN: Hey, 2Dads, try these on.
That's alright.
We've just been POLITELY asked to leave
by the local authorities.
Uh, why? Officially?
We overstepped our authorisation
by engaging in direct military action on their soil.
Unofficially, the corrupt local government is protecting
the man we're trying to apprehend - Mirhad Moshir.
He's a businessman in the district, who we believe runs
the entire terrorist network we've been trying to shut down.
Why not just take him out? Moshir's wealthy and connected.
He has local authorities, like Salah, in his pocket.
So are we leaving, sir? We've got no choice, X.
As soon as our stores are loaded, we steam for home.
So this operation,
the dead agents, they were expendable?
Their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
The data stick that Jim Roth got for them
should help us decode Moshir's encrypted signals.
What's with the girlie beads?
Handcrafted by a local tribe of pygmies.
This is genuine indigenous jewellery.
There's no pygmies around these parts, you muppet.
Apart from you. Face it, Dutchy.
You're not man enough to wear jewellery.
SMITH: Three good men are dead!
You sent us in there without any support!
CRUISE: Keep your voice down. We were collateral damage!
All you cared about is your own damn agenda!
DUTCHY: I'll eat in the junior mess.
We need to talk.
About what?
Please, Dutchy. It's important.
This misunderstanding between us...
'Misunderstanding'?
Is that what you're calling it? I didn't use you.
Just like you didn't use Agent Smith and his team?
What was that term he just used? "Collateral damage."
Sounds familiar.
Agent Smith is under a lot of stress at the moment
and he's hurting over the death of his colleagues.
Looks like you're hurting too. In my own way.
Come on, Dutchy.
Don't you think it's time we cooled
this little feud of ours?
All done?
Yeah, just gotta ditch the gash.
I'll do that. BIRD: You're a midshipman.
Officers do not ditch the gash. This one does.
Especially when the chef has been
slogging her guts out all day.
(SIGHS) And what do you want?
I... I thought you might need something to help you sleep.
Did Madelaine send you down with those?
Listen, you've been through something pretty traumatic.
So if you need any...
You wanna pump me full of drugs?
You don't wanna take anything, that's fine.
Just stop being such a do-gooder
and get out of my face!
You have got NO IDEA what's going on here!
Excuse me? Agent Smith!
I just... Whoa!
What's his problem?
Hey. Can I help you?
Just looking for something to drink.
Uh... I've got milk.
Or juice.
Orange, apple, pineapple... I'm looking for a beer.
Well, there's no beer in there.
I...
I said there's no beer in there. Hey!
Oh, jeez! Hey!
What are you doing? Where is the beer?!
WHERE IS IT?! Please just let him go.
Alcohol is only dispensed at the CO's discretion.
Please just let him go.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I'm gonna report this. No, don't.
Ryan, he just attacked you.
I don't need you or anyone else fighting my battles for me, OK?
I can deal with him. Ryan...
BIRD!
I said I'll deal with it.
OK? He'll keep.
(LIGHTNING CRACKS, WIND HOWLS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS REGULARLY)
What is it, Robert?
RO: It's just the forward hatch rattling.
Oh. All this bumping around.
Where'd this rain come from, anyway?
RO: From the sky, Swain. It's called 'precipitation'.
It's quite a well-known atmospheric phenomenon.
Yes, thank you, Robert. No-one likes a smart-arse.
Oh, I don't know. 2Dads seems fairly popular.
(LAUGHS) Hey.
Did you manage to sedate Agent Smith?
Uh, no. No.
And I think he's showing some signs of post-traumatic stress.
Must be from hanging out with Madelaine Cruise too long.
The sooner we get him to port and get him help, the better.
Swain?
Can you come down to the beverage store?
Yes, ma'am.
I was just heading down to my cabin when I noticed this.
Have you got any ideas?
Uh, it's definitely been jimmied.
But it looks like someone's actually tried
to put this back together.
CHARGE ON P.A: Swain to the boarding party room.
Swain to the boarding party room at the rush!
Charge?
CHARGE: Yeah, here. What is it, mate?
He's dead.
I haven't touched him.
So, what do you think, Swain?
Body's still warm,
so he's certainly been dead less than an hour.
And all this glass is from a couple of broken stubbies.
Solves the question of the missing beer.
Looks like he's cracked his skull on the corner here
and then maybe broken his neck as well.
I think it'd be safe to say that he died pretty quick.
Sir.
2Dads, clear everyone from the passage.
OK, guys, nothing to see here. Back to your racks, everyone!
Come on, move! Move!
You OK? Are you?
Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
MIKE: So he was drunk, lost his balance in rough seas.
Fell down the hatch. SWAIN: Maybe.
Bit early to make that call, though, sir.
CHARGE: Swain?
Got what you asked. Here's the camera.
Alright, I'll just document the scene,
then we'll wrap him up, get him to the coolroom.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS REPEATEDLY)
CHARGE: Three!
(BOTH GRUNT WITH EXERTION)
You right? Yeah.
Hey, Charge?
The chain guard around the ladder,
was that latched or unlatched when you found him?
Unlatched.
Well, why would he have been heading to the engine room?
I don't know. If he was pissed, maybe he lost his bearings.
Done that before.
Hey, Bird. What is it?
He was in the galley a few hours ago,
looking for beer.
Agent Smith?
He, um...
He seemed a bit aggro, a bit on edge.
Did you report it to anyone? No.
I mean, I was going to, but...
But what?
But what, Bird? But Ryan asked me not to.
Smith came into the galley and gave him a bit of a hard time
and shoved him up against a wall.
I just think Ryan was a bit embarrassed.
Alright. OK.
Well, thanks for telling me.
You go and get some sleep.
Oh. Oh, um... any more hash browns?
Yeah, just coming out of the deep-fryer now.
Oh.
It's amazing.
I never tire of hearing those words.
(ALL CHUCKLE) OK.
How are you feeling this morning?
Fine.
Listen, I heard you had
a bit of a run-in with Agent Smith last night.
So... everything alright?
Y-yeah.
It was nothing.
RO ON P.A: CO to the COMCEN. CO to the COMCEN.
Just do as I ask and send it.
Again, we are currently under a communications embargo
and I cannot send any signals without the CO's permission.
I have higher authority than the CO.
Not on this boat you don't.
RO, what's going on?
Why have you shut down outgoing comms?
Agent Cruise wants to send a message.
Standard procedure.
I don't want sailors emailing news of a death at sea
before the navy's media unit has issued its statement.
Well, this is encrypted.
No-one outside my office will be able to read it.
Now, I know that you've contacted NAVCOM,
but I need to report Smith's death
officially to my superiors.
RO?
Yes? Send the signal.
Thank you.
Don't thank me. Just doing my job.
Swain?
Swain?!
Contact red 5.
Yes, ma'am.
It's a container ship, ma'am, and it's heading due north.
Right. Nevertheless, come starboard 10 degrees.
Yes, ma'am. Starboard 10.
Sorry, I was, um...
...just thinking about Agent Smith.
Well, you're not the only one.
But we still need you to keep your eyes forward.
Yes, ma'am.
Should've confined him to quarters, though.
I mean, I had a fair idea
he was suffering from some post-traumatic stress.
But you don't know that. I knew he was doing it tough.
Swain, don't blame yourself.
It was an accident.
Hey.
I thought we were in a communications lockdown.
No emails in or out. Yeah, these are yesterday's.
I'm just getting around to reading them now.
What are you doing?
Oh, just putting together the report on Agent Smith's death.
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
What is it?
Swain?
See that? What am I looking at?
Fingernails.
That's dried blood underneath them and bits of skin.
Oh, yeah, you're right.
Does that mean what I think it means?
Means he would've had to have clawed someone pretty deeply.
Check this out.
DUTCHY: Is that bruising? Yep.
And it's come up post-mortem.
And that pattern is finger marks.
MIKE: So that's what we're going to do.
One by one, down in the wardroom,
Swain will examine the men,
the XO will assist with the female crew.
Who's gonna examine Swain, sir?
What?
I go to the movies, too, Swaino.
Bent coppers are always manipulating evidence to frame some stooge...
Listen, I'm not a cop, alright? And I'm not a stooge.
MIKE: Alright, 2Dads, that'll do.
Swain isn't enjoying this either.
That's fine.
Satisfied?
Or do you need a closer look?
What if he scratched you on the arse, Swain?
(GIGGLES)
I'm just saying. You should drop'em.
MIKE: Upper body only. SWAIN: See you later, Charge.
OK, who's gonna go first?
CRUISE: I'll go first.
I'm the only non-crew member on board.
Probably makes me the most likely suspect.
OK.
BIRD: Clear.
SWAIN: Ryan?
OK, he's clear.
Good. Is that everyone?
Just 2Dads to go.
Ryan, get 2Dads here. Sir.
Looks like your theory's got a few holes.
2Dads.
What were you waiting for? What's up?
What's up, sir, is that I'm philosophically opposed
to this sort of illegal search.
Get your top off.
I grew up being victimised by coppers like Swain.
I already told you, mate, I'm not a cop.
Yeah, but you used to be.
Old habits die hard, I reckon, Swaino.
This is a violation of my civil liberties, sir.
You left your civil liberties on shore. Now get it off!
OK? Satisfied?
Turn around.
Turn around, 2Dads.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
2DADS: I don't know how the scratches got there.
Must've happened on the beach when we were extracting him.
SWAIN: From memory, you didn't have
any contact with Agent Smith when we did the evac.
Look, I didn't do anything.
So just tell us how you got the scratches.
Listen, 2Dads, as soon as we get back to port,
the blood under Smith's fingernails is gonna be DNA tested.
If you have something to say, now is the time to say it!
I don't think any of us believe you killed Agent Smith.
Could've fooled me, X.
OK.
I just finished my watch. It was 2200 hours.
I was heading down to my cabin to put my head down
and then that's when I came across him,
breaking into the beverage store.
Oi, what are you doing? What's it look like I'm doing?
I'm getting something to drink. Mate, you can't do that.
Hey.
He had a go at me first, sir, out of the blue.
I was just defending myself. That's when he scratched me.
Arggh!
So you're saying you just gave him a bit of a shove?
Yeah.
Not even a hard one, either. I didn't even hurt the guy.
Next thing I know, he's on the ground bawling his eyes out.
(SMITH SOBS)
You OK?
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
I just figured it was all the stress he was under, you know.
Losing his mates in the ambush.
And that was it? You walked away and you left him there?
Yeah. Yeah, I just wa...
No, actually, I, uh... What?
I felt sorry for the guy, boss, after what he'd been through,
so I gave him a couple of stubbies.
Here.
Just take these, mate.
Here. Just take'em.
Just make sure no-one sees you, OK?
Thanks.
Why didn't you say anything to us?
I was gonna report it in the morning, Swaino.
But then the guy was dead. How did that look?
That's all the more reason why you should've come forward.
I know, sir.
I...
I guess I just...
What?
...felt responsible for what happened to him, ma'am.
What have you got there, Swain?
Looks like a bead, sir.
That's from my bracelet.
You have a bracelet? Give us a look.
A man's bracelet, sir. Very masculine.
That broke off during the fight last night.
DUTCHY: Yeah, I recognise that, sir.
It's definitely from 2Dads's string of girlie beads.
XO: OK, that proves that what 2Dads is saying is true, doesn't it?
Certainly doesn't hurt. He planted it.
(SIGHS) What?
You planted it to corroborate your story.
Whoa. Now, hang on a sec... With all due respect, ma'am.
I doubt 2Dads is that clever. Yeah. Hey!
You're not seriously taken in by this?
I want him arrested. Sir, I didn't plant anything!
He's obviously responsible.
The only person responsible here is you.
Excuse me? MIKE: Let's just break this up.
There will be no arrests yet. RO: Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Commander White wants you to give her a call.
And, ma'am?
This just came for you.
SWAIN: Come on, 2Dads, we'll get this cleaned up.
2DADS: Swaino, I did not... SWAIN: I believe you, mate.
Mike, ASIO have used the code provided by Captain Roth
to decrypt a signal they intercepted this morning.
It provides a possible location
for Mirhad Moshir's training camp.
And where's that?
A part of the coastline not far from your current position.
I've sent the coordinates through to your RO.
Well, you know we've been given our marching orders?
Defence Department's gone straight to the top on this one.
Look, I know you're still dealing with a death on board,
but you've been authorised to land, gather intel,
and report back to ASIO.
Don't tell me. Madelaine Cruise is to lead the shore party.
You must be psychic, Mike.
Wish I was, Max.
It'd come in handy right about now.
Talk later.
I take it you've been informed.
As have you.
Sir, coordinates. Set a new course, X.
Yes, sir.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
MIKE: Come in, Swain.
(SIGHS) Sir, I um...
...just wanted to talk to you
about the Agent Smith situation.
I don't know. Something just doesn't add up.
Seems to me your initial theory was correct. A drunken accident.
On two beers?
Well, maybe not drunk,
but judgment impaired because of his emotional state.
Yeah, possibly. It's just, um...
What?
I don't know.
Call it gut instinct.
(PHONE RINGS)
CO.
RO ON PHONE: Sir, coming up on the coordinates now.
Pipe the RHIB party to prepare.
(HANGS UP)
Can we talk about this later?
Aye, sir.
Two teams scouting inland to the west and to the east.
Lieutenant, you take Swain and 2Dads.
I'll lead Charge and Dutchy.
This is the man we're looking for.
If we find his camp, we mark his location.
We take photos and video evidence.
That's it. We don't engage.
Everyone clear?
(ALL MURMUR AGREEMENT)
(TENSE MUSIC)
2DADS: No hard feelings, Swaino, yeah,
about all that "dirty cop" stuff I said?
SWAIN: No, 2Dads.
We just gonna forget it ever happened, yeah?
Yeah.
After you pull an extra cleaning detail...
...for a week.
Or a month if you don't shut up, Leader.
X, Charge.
Yeah, go ahead.
Anything? No, just a lot of jungle.
And mozzies the size of small dogs.
Copy that.
(TENSE MUSIC)
MAN: Fellas, do the right range.
Guns on semiautomatic.
(MOUTHS)
(TARGETS FLIP, GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(TENSE MUSIC INCREASES)
(TARGETS FLIP, GUNFIRE RES UMES)
(MOUTHS)
(TARGETS FLIP, GUNFIRE RES UMES)
MAN: Hands down!
Get up! Get up!
Get out here!
Get down!
MAN 2: Who do we have here?
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT) We found this navy pig
hiding in the bushes.
He was taking a video.
I'm going to ask questions and you are going to answer it.
If you don't, I'm going to put a bullet
in the middle of your eyes.
Charge, this is X. What's happening?
Moshir's still interrogating him, ma'am.
And his men are searching the jungle.
It won't be long before our position's compromised.
OK, copy that. Let's go.
MOSHIR: I know that when there is one navy dog,
there are always more hiding somewhere.
Where's the rest of your people?
(MEN LAUGH)
Pretty boy is a clown!
OK.
Let's have fun, then. Ooh!
XO: Charge, we're heading to your position now.
Copy that.
Get up! Up!
Kill him.
Yeah!
Arggh!
Charge, we're in position. CHARGE: Fall back! Now!
(EX CLAIMS)
And there goes Moshir.
Are you OK?
We need to get back to the ship.
You identified Moshir's camp?
He won't be going back there now, so that intel's worthless.
So much for my orders to surveil and not engage.
I was trying to get you some goddamn video footage.
MIKE: Dutchy!
Hey! What?!
She did save your life, you know.
She put her own life in danger to take out the guys
that were gonna execute you... single-handed.
CRUISE: I need to contact Captain Roth immediately.
Hopefully, he can pick up on Moshir's trail.
OK, Charge, it's time to weigh anchor and head for home.
Swain?
Tell you what. She may be a spook, but she's a good shot.
(ELECTRICAL MOTOR WHINES AND GRINDS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS REPEATEDLY)
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no! Well, what is it?
That was the anchor winch, ma'am.
Or, rather, its capstan motor.
It sounds like she's burned out.
Oh, great, that's all we need.
No! No.
No drama.
DUTCHY: That's it, keep it going.
Heave! Heave!
(ALL GRUNT WITH EXERTION)
Walk it back!
Avast!
On brake. CHARGE: Dutchy!
Right-royally stuffed.
Just checked the gearbox. She's shot.
Won't be able to fix it until we get back to port,
which means I can kiss my R&R goodbye.
2DADS: Hey, what's this?! Charge?!
What?
DUTCHY: Sir, Charge reckons the gearbox is shot.
Charge, found the culprit. It's an old rag.
That would've done it, right?
Marine techies? You're... (SIGHS ANGRILY)
Useless bilge rats must've
left it there when it was last serviced.
Alright, keep hauling.
Sooner we get this mother up, the sooner we get to the pub.
Off brake. Brake off.
Pull her in. (ALL GRUNT WITH EXERTION)
Hey!
Charge tells me you took
a pretty big risk for me at Moshir's camp.
For you?
Taking out the guy about to put a bullet through my head.
I was more concerned with Moshir getting away.
(SCOFFS)
Would it kill you to accept an apology?
That was an apology? You know what your problem is, Dutchy?
You keep mixing up the professional with the personal.
It's not about you and me. I'm just doing my job.
Oh, no, I get it. The job's everything to you.
Here you go.
This patrol's been one balls-up after another, huh?
Oi!
Planet Earth to planet Swain.
Sorry, mate. Thank you.
I'm just thinking about Agent Smith.
Dunno, something just doesn't add up.
Still think one of your shipmates is a murderer?
(COMPUTER BEEPS REPEATEDLY)
RO?
RO: It's the emergency generator locker.
We've got ANOTHER hatch rattling around.
What? The sea's as smooth as butter, mate.
Capstan motor, was it burnt out?
Bit of material caught in it, yeah.
You have the ship.
Where are you going? Focsle.
Why?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Sir? Swain?
Sir, there's someone on board the ship.
Someone who shouldn't be here. What are you talking about?
They've been hiding out in the emergency generator locker.
But they're not there anymore. So where are they now?
Well, the hatch alarm went off a few minutes ago.
They could be anywhere. Doing what?
They must've killed Agent Smith.
Madelaine.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ma'am, sorry to interrupt. What's going on, Swain?
We think there's someone hiding away on board the ship.
We think he killed Agent Smith.
And there's a good possibility he's gonna come after you.
I need to escort you to the bridge, ma'am.
OK.
I'm just gonna... change my clothes.
Uh, OK.
Well, I'II... I'll just wait in the corridor for you.
Alright, I'll just give you a few minutes, yeah?
OK.
(GUNSHOT) Arggh!
Yearggh!
(GUNSHOT)
SWAIN: OK, give me some room. What's going on?
MIKE: Swain discovered he'd been hiding
on the ship in the forward void space.
He tried to kill Madelaine.
He's the government guy, yes?
Sir, I definitely escorted him off the ship.
He must've snuck back on board before we sailed.
Go and get Bird. CRUISE: Is he dead?
2DADS: Bird! Bird! No, not yet.
Who sent you? Was it Moshir? Madelaine!
Where's Moshir? Where's his safe house?
Ms Cruise, this is not helping! I need you to keep him alive.
You should've thought of that before you shot him!
He had a gun. He was gonna shoot you.
I saved your life.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
Well, he's gone now.
Did all you could, Swain.
(SIGHS) I'll let NAVCOM know.
Yes, sir.
CHARGE: Swain?
Uh, no, afraid I can't, mate.
Gotta debrief with the CO, ASIO.
Yeah, yeah. See ya, mate.
DUTCHY: Seen Madelaine?
Uh, yeah, mate. Just down here. Stick it in your 'basio'.
(CHUCKLES)
Dutchy, coming out for a drink?
Uh, no, I'll catch you later, guys.
Hey.
Don't tell me.
You gonna have another crack at apologising?
No, I'm not gonna apologise.
What have I got to apologise for?
Let's see, um... accusing me of trying to kill you,
accusing me of getting my own agents killed,
stuffing up my surveillance with Moshir...
OK, I'm sorry.
And? And?
And thank you. For?
For saving my arse.
It's a nice arse.
You're lucky it's worth saving.
Well, I reckon this makes us even.
So I was thinking, let's catch up for dinner tonight.
Clean slate.
None of this professional crap.
Strictly personal.
I've got a better idea.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
At this rate, we'll starve to death.
Singapore chilli crab.
Sure know the way to a man's heart.
Who said I was after your heart?
I'm trained in counter-torture techniques.
Takes a lot to distract me.
Do me a favour and turn down the stove.
Not quite ready for it yet.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You've barely touched your plate.
Fourth glass of wine, though.
You need some Dutch courage?
An hour ago, you couldn't keep your hands off me.
Now you can barely look at me.
Is my chilli crab that bad?
Did you kill Smith?
I thought we dealt with that.
Why are there scratch marks on your neck?
It was in self-defence. He tried to kill me.
'Cause he was angry about the ambush?
Because I discovered he was a double agent.
He was on Moshir's payroll, playing both sides.
He tried to kill me, Dutchy. It was him or me.
So why all the lies?
You even tried to pin it on 2Dads.
I would never have let 2Dads take the rap.
I just had to conceal my involvement.
So you could get away with it?
So that Smith's status as a double agent was kept secret.
It's too sensitive for common navy personnel
to get wind of something like that.
"Common navy personnel"? Like me?
Why would Moshir send Salah to come and kill you
if Agent Smith was gonna do it?
That's something we'll have to ask Moshir when we catch him.
I'm telling you the truth, Dutchy.
If you don't believe me, well, you can leave.
Dutchy?
Hey, I thought you'd headed out with the others.
No, I got a better offer. Or so I thought.
Sir, there's something I've got to tell you.
Something I have to tell you too.
Madelaine Cruise killed Agent Smith. We know.
You know?
I've just been informed by ASIO.
Swain's been ordered to bury his report on Smith's death.
And ask no questions.
SHE told THEM?
She sent an encrypted message from the ship the next morning
detailing exactly what happened.
ASIO subsequently found a whole heap of dirt on Smith,
confirming his link to Moshir.
Now, this information is for senior sailors only.
I'll brief Charge, but as for the rest of the crew...
Need-to-know, sir. And they don't need to know.
OK?
Yes, sir. Sure.
So... I take it your evening with Madelaine
didn't end well, then.
You could say that.
Don't worry, mate. There'll be other chances.
Not this time, Swaino.
Chilli crab and hot sex, and I blew it.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
The chilli crab looked the goods too.
Oh, those were the days.