'Kunta Kinte' on my port bow.
This is Australian warship 'Hammersley'.
You are to stop or heave to. We intend to board you.
They're ignoring us, sir.
No sign of anyone, sir.
If it is an illegal entry vessel, they're keeping their heads down.
Sir. Intel just in from NAVCOM.
The 'Kunta Kinte' is associated
with a known people-smuggling outfit.
MIKE: Pipe boarding stations, RO.
Alright, 2Dads, Dutchy, you take the wheelhouse.
Swain, you come with me. Roger.
Australian Navy - if there is anyone on board,
come up on deck with your hands in the air.
Hello?
DUTCHY ON RADIO: X, the helm was just tied on.
Aye, copy that.
Looks like they've just abandoned the ship.
Yeah. Take a look around - drugs, weapons, whatever.
Yes, ma'am.
Take a look at this.
Why would you have a Geiger counter on a SIEV?
(GEIGER COUNTER BEEPS)
Guess that answers that question.
Can I have a look, ma'am?
It's more than normal background radiation,
but not enough to be dangerous.
It's getting stronger over here.
(CRACKLING AND RAPID BEEPING)
Swain...
Yep?
(GROANS)
(GEIGER COUNTER SWITCHES OFF)
Ma'am, these men have been fried.
SWAIN: You poor bastards.
(THEME MUSIC)
Got him? Yep.
Once we get these IVs in properly,
we'll give him Maxolon for the nausea and morphine for pain.
Swain, are they gonna make it?
No.
No, we're just keeping them comfortable.
Swain.
We need to talk to them.
Alright. You'd better make it quick, though.
Sir, you are on an Australian Navy ship.
You are being looked after by our medic.
You've been exposed to some radioactive material.
We need to find out where it is.
Do you understand?
Well, they admitted to being people smugglers
on a run to Australian waters.
Who were their passengers?
Couple of men they picked up from a foreign port
who had with them two extremely heavy suitcases.
Lead-lined? We assume so.
Containing what?
They assumed the cases were containing money.
That's why the passengers were being so protective of it.
So at night, when they were asleep, they opened 'em.
XO: They were disappointed when they found nothing of value,
just a lot of metal rods.
Hot rods.
Where are these passengers and their luggage now?
Taken to a specific coordinate, transferred to another vessel.
Did you get a description?
Nothing conclusive. It was night.
DUTCHY: Our people smugglers headed for home,
several hours later, began to feel... unwell.
And we've got no idea where this other vessel went?
Just the woman I wanted to see. Rubbish.
I'll bet you're here for some terrorist-related reason.
I need to talk to you.
Well, now I am curious.
What is it?
Kate...
When I was younger, my grandmother said to me once,
"One day, you'll find a woman...
"...that you're willing to change your life for."
She gave me this... before she died.
It's her engagement ring.
I want to give it to you.
But I know this may seem a little bit...
...bit out of the blue, but...
I love you with all my heart.
And I want to marry you.
I...
I wasn't expecting this.
I know what I want, Kate.
And that's you.
You think about it.
I will.
Think about it.
Jim.
I will think about it.
What a horrible way to die.
Radiation sickness, man.
No, there was nothing you could do.
The results of the preliminary autopsy revealed
your people smugglers died of caesium poisoning.
Caesium? ROTH: Caesium-137.
It's a radioactive isotope, it's a principal source of radiation
around the Chernobyl nuclear power plant.
ASIO believes the terrorists that we've been pursuing
has been smuggling the caesium into the country,
obviously, with some dangerous scenario in mind.
We have orders to sail in search of the vessel it was transferred to.
If you find that vessel, it should appear like a routine boarding.
Hopefully we can persuade whoever's on board to give up their mates
before they have a chance to use the stuff.
When we find this caesium, we need to protect our crew.
Therefore, for the duration of the operation,
I think we should issue every member of the crew
with one of these PRD - personal radiation device.
You just clip it to your belt, put it in your pocket,
and that automatically detects hazardous levels of radiation.
What's this "stay time"?
The amount of time you can remain in a contaminated area
before you cop a dangerous dose.
OK. Let's get on with it.
There you go. Oh, thanks.
We're friends, right?
Yeah. So...
What's the story with you and Captain Roth?
We are... in a relationship.
Really? Mmm.
How serious? Well, he's proposed.
What? Well, what'd you?
I said that I would think about it.
There's a history there... MIKE ON PA: XO to the bridge.
XO to the bridge. Yeah.
I'm still working.
X, we've spotted a possible FFV. I want to board it.
Yes, sir. I think we should ignore it.
These boardings can become prolonged.
Means valuable time away for the hunt for the caesium.
With all due respect, Ms Cruise,
I was the commander of this ship last time I looked.
And in my view, every vessel is a potential suspect.
XO: Hands to boarding stations. Hands to boarding stations.
Check damage control state three, condition voyage.
XO: Australian Navy. We order you to stop or heave to.
We intend to board you.
It's going full clip, X.
(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)
XO: Return fire!
OK, get us out of here.
Sir, we are encountering heavy resistance.
Request disabling fire. Over.
Roger that, X. Stand by.
Charge, Typhoon. Aye, sir.
RO, make the call. RO: Yes, sir.
MIKE ON RADIO: X, hold your position.
XO: Copy that, sir.
This is Australian warship 'Hammersley'.
You are to stop or heave to or we will fire upon you.
Uh, they're not gonna stop.
Three rounds across the bow.
Aim at target. Engage.
Told you they weren't gonna stop.
Can you take out their engine? Aye, sir.
Do it.
Aim at target. Engage.
Whoa! Nice shooting, big buddy.
MIKE: Well done, Charge.
XO: Swain and Dutchy, you forward, portside.
We'll cover your back. BOTH: Roger!
2Dads, we're gonna board starboard. Cover us!
XO: Go, go, go, go, go!
Stand by to cover.
Cover! Covering!
What's going on, X?
XO: They're putting up a hell of a fight, sir.
Swain? Yeah?
Cover me! Go! (FIRES)
Dutchy, you OK? I'm good, I'm good.
Upper deck clear, X.
Lower deck clear.
They certainly weren't fishermen, X.
Yeah.
Well, these people put up an almighty fight for something.
Let's search below. Roger.
Semtex explosive.
XO: Uh, sir, I think we've just found
what they've been protecting.
It's a sizeable cache of Semtex.
OK, but I'd rather you found the caesium.
Don't you get it? It's connected.
Caesium and Semtex are the ingredients for a dirty bomb.
Caesium and Semtex.
What exactly is a dirty bomb, Charge?
Basically, it's a bomb made out of radioactive material
and conventional explosives, Bird.
It is too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence.
I think this is worth checking out.
Well, we can't interrogate anyone.
Boss, I've got an idea. 2Dads.
Um, that FFV had a GPS on it, right?
I could remove it, and, if it's not all shot up,
RO might be able to pull some data off it.
A long shot, but check it out.
Well, we're changing directions.
Yes.
CRUISE: OK. Well, they're heading east now.
OK. I've got to go. (DISCONNECTS)
The boss sent me to fetch you.
Looks like his hunch was correct.
Oh?
RO retrieved a deleted coordinate off the GPS.
Well, we'd better go in, then.
Madelaine...
I apologise.
For being a prick? For misjudging you.
Alright.
For being a prick. It's a big admission.
I blew it. Yes.
Yes, you did.
Just when things were starting to get interesting.
Uh, the coordinate indicates a position
just up this mangrove estuary here.
And this whole section of coastline
is only accessible by a small boat.
Alright. Mark it on the MDS, X.
Swain? Let's steam for this position.
Sir.
The XO and Dutchy will lead the two RHIB parties.
Jim, Charge and Robert are with the X.
Swain, 2Dads and Bird with Dutchy.
At this stage, you are just to recce the area.
But we might get lucky, so stay alert. That's all.
Sir?
What is it, Dutchy?
You've assigned Captain Roth to the X's party, sir.
Yes?
I'm not sure if I should mention this, but, uh...
...I think it may affect operational decisions.
Well, if it does, you've got a responsibility to spit it out.
He's asked her to marry him, sir.
Thank you for bringing that to my attention.
However, he is a highly capable field operative.
In this instance, I think it's the appropriate course of action.
Carry on.
Very good, sir.
Let's go.
Red 2-5.
Oh, yeah. Looks like a derelict fishing hut.
Hey, Dutchy. My red 2-5's a derelict fishing hut.
Copy that, ma'am. Yeah, I see it.
We'll take both RHIB parties in. DUTCHY: Red 2-5...
Search the house.
OK, everybody. Tool up.
XO: Sir, we are in position. We're surrounding the hut. Over.
MIKE: Any sign of activity, X? Uh, yes, sir.
There has been recent movement.
There are multiple footprints in the mud. Over.
MIKE: Dutchy, what have you got?
DUTCHY: It's a negative on the visuals, sir,
but I can't see the inside from my position.
If they're in there,
we stop this whole thing with one decisive move.
Sir, request permission to move on the hut. Over.
MIKE: Proceed with caution, X. Dutchy. We're gonna move in.
Cover us from the rear. Over. Roger, X.
XO: Sir, put the gun down. You are surrounded with no...
(GASPS) (GUNSHOT)
X!
ROTH: Information on Sydney Harbour's tidal times
and prevailing wind conditions over the coming week,
and a map of navy headquarters.
And no caesium? ROTH AND XO: No.
But it had definitely been there.
According to our PRDs, there was radiation present.
Swain confirmed that the man we found had radiation burns.
You obviously just missed them. Yeah.
Maybe they took off because the Semtex never arrived.
A dirty bomb attack on an Australian military target.
MIKE: Well, it's not going to happen.
We're resuming the search for the caesium.
Can NAVCOM deploy more assets? Everything available.
Sir, I'm picking up a communication from a RAAF unit
on a secure frequency.
They've spotted a cruiser heading north-west.
Get the coordinates, RO. Sir.
Can we switch over? Yes, ma'am.
Papa 1-7, this is HMAS 'Hammersley'.
What's its position? Over. MAN: 18 degrees, 18.89 south.
147 degrees, 41.21 east.
On a heading of 3-2-7.
Uh, sir, that position is right near the coordinate
where we intercepted the FFV with the Semtex.
They're looking for a rendezvous.
Swain, take us there with all dispatch.
She's on a bearing of red 1-0, travelling at 15 knots, sir.
Sir, I've got a visual.
MIKE: X, prepare for a snatch boarding.
Yes, sir. Hey.
Huh? You be careful, huh?
I think she can handle it, Captain.
XO: Let's go.
Australian Navy! Hands where we can see them!
What is going on?! You the master of the vessel?
Yes. How many persons on board?
There's four, including myself.
2Dads, cut the engine.
Dutchy, muster the crew. Roger.
What are you doing out here? DUTCHY: Outside.
We're on a fishing expedition out of Cairns.
Sir, the crew claim to be out here fishing.
MIKE: Copy that. Search the boat, X.
Alright, Dutchy with me.
What are you doing?! Get your hand off her!
This is a legitimate charter!
We are entitled to search this vessel in accordance
with Australian Customs regulations, sir.
You can accompany us if you wish.
Dutchy. Watch yourself.
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING BECOMES RAPID) (CRACKLING)
(STEAD Y BEEP) Lift it up.
Lift it up! Do it.
(RAPID BEEPING AND CRACKLING)
50 millisieverts.
XO: Sir, we found the caesium.
Hey! Drop the gun.
Send the prisoners back to 'Hammersley' with Swain and 2Dads.
MIKE: I want you and Dutchy to steam the cruiser back to base.
XO: Roger that, sir.
What's the radiation level there?
Oh, the caesium's well insulated.
Swain says they're safe as long as they remain on deck.
Congratulations, Mike.
That put an end to the dirty bomb threat.
Madelaine is satisfied. The operation is a success.
There's just one loose end we need to tie up.
Loose end?
The serial number on the Semtex you seized earlier
marked it as stolen from a West Australian mining company.
So, what's the problem?
The concerning issue is, only half of it's
been accounted for.
MIKE: Could they have dumped the remainder of the Semtex before you boarded?
Uh, I doubt that, sir, but...
What is it, X?
The man in the fishing shack, sir,
he had severe radiation burns.
Do you think it's possible
that we've only found half the caesium
and they've already made a bomb?
CRUISE: I insist on interrogating the suspects
about the missing Semtex.
I'll only agree to that if Swain's present.
This is top-secret information.
A leak could jeopardise the capture
of the rest of the terrorist cell.
As I've explained to you before,
I will have no torture aboard this ship.
I'll make a concession.
Captain Roth won't be there either.
But I insist on talking to the suspects alone.
Do you think that's wise? Prisoners will be well secured.
Commander?
Alright.
Thank you.
Swain, guard the door. Yes, sir.
Charge, pull up Austere. Aye, sir.
Bird. I want you to watch that like a hawk.
BIRD: Yes, sir. Um... Uh... Why Bird?
Women are naturally more observant,
particularly of body language.
And since we can't hear what's going on...
RO: Speaking of which, sir, the X radioed through to say
that she noted from its paperwork
that the cruiser's owned by a Cairns-based boat-hire company.
Which one? Vagabond Boat Hire.
Uh, sir?
BIRD: Ms Cruise seems to be all done.
That was quick.
Well?
I'm satisfied there's no other bomb.
Did you hear any yelling and screaming go on in there?
Nothing.
I guess she's the silent, lethal type.
MIKE: Madelaine believes that we've recovered all the caesium.
Copy that, sir.
I'd love to know exactly how she got that information.
It's a trade secret, I guess. Yeah.
You know, I get the impression the boss gave us this steaming party
to keep me off the ship.
Yeah. I may have let the cat out of the bag about...
Why on earth would you do that?
He's our commanding officer, Kate. He deserved a heads-up.
And also because I knew you had feelings for each other.
His career is really important to him.
I pulled the pin because I didn't want to get in the way of that.
I don't think it's fair to force him to make a choice.
So you chose for him.
How'd you go?
We handed the cruiser over to Feds and Customs, sir.
Scanned us for contamination and given us the all clear.
That's good.
X. Can I have a word, please? Sure.
You got time for a drink this evening?
I have something on tonight. I'm sorry.
OK, a quick coffee, then?
Is it true?
Yes.
But Dutchy shouldn't have said anything before I did.
Don't you think I have a right to know?
As CO of the ship.
As CO of the ship, of course,
and I would have told you, once I'd had time to consider it.
Are you considering it?
Yes, I'm seriously thinking about it.
I see.
That looks great. Thanks.
And when is the wedding?
Didn't think you'd come. Oh, you were quite insistent.
Glass of sparkling, please.
We deserve to celebrate, don't we?
Yeah - so you gonna let me in
on your incredible interrogation technique?
Let's save that for later.
You should at least buy me dinner first.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(KE YS BEEP)
So, what'd ASIO have to say about the Vagabond Boat Hire?
Hope you're not gonna be boringly obsessed about work all evening.
But you passed on the info? Questioning my integrity again?
(PHONE BEEPS)
What's with all the text messages?
I can't do this.
I can't be with someone who's constantly second-guessing
my every move.
It's my job, OK?
Now who's boringly obsessed with work?
Boss!
Hey.
Want some company?
Nothing of interest, she said.
Just felt like she was brushing me off.
I mean, did she even pass on the info?
Don't worry about it, Dutchy. It's out of our hands now.
Like many things.
Yeah. Women, eh?
They have these expectations.
But you never really know what's going on in their heads.
Kate broke it off with you
'cause she was trying to protect your career.
Eh?
I'm speaking to you man to man, boss.
My career?
Yeah.
She seems to think
that's the most important thing in your life.
There were two boats hired by the same person,
the one we impounded yesterday, the second one
was called the 'Other Plans'.
So the terrorists have another boat still out there.
Yeah, and the owner said
he was never contacted by anyone from ASIO.
Madelaine never passed the intel on?
Yeah, so if she stuffed that up,
maybe she's also wrong about the existence of a second bomb.
Hang on. That's a big leap. Well, think about it, boss.
Those guys put up almost no resistance
when we found that caesium - why?
They already knew they had a second bomb on the other boat,
waiting to go.
Then why haven't they struck?
Because they're waiting for us to relax.
We think we've got 'em and then...
They could be on their way to Sydney as we speak.
We are taking this very seriously, Mike.
I've issued a general alert for the MV 'Other Plans',
and I'm mobilising a joint task force
to scour coastal waters south, all the way to Sydney.
This is the single biggest threat to our national security
since the bombing of Darwin.
I want you out there too.
Madelaine Cruise and Jim Roth will be joining you.
(PHONE BEEPS) (TOILET FLUSHES)
What are you doing here? I've come to apologise, again.
Dutchy.
Look, if you can't handle my job, then...
No, I can. Let me convince you.
Sir. We have to turn the ship around now.
Target's not Sydney. They're headed for Cairns naval base.
And I think Madelaine's in on it.
I think Madelaine's playing one side against the other for the highest bidder.
There must have been questions about her activities.
All of which she's had answers to.
Besides, we don't have any proof.
What about the text messages on her phone?
I'm sure she'll have an explanation for that too.
We'll deal with her later.
Let's concentrate on finding this boat.
CRUISE: Captain.
Why have we turned around?
We've been ordered to return to Cairns.
We're supposed to be looking for the terrorist boat.
Uh, sir, we have an approaching vessel on our direct bearing.
It's heading towards Cairns port.
It's a small pleasure cruiser. Sir, it's a target vessel.
XO: Hands to boarding stations. I'll take the helm.
I want to go with the boarding party.
Fine.
What's it doing here?
Well, that's what we're about to find out.
RO: She's entering Cairns harbour.
XO: Everyone, secondaries off.
(MACHINE-GUN FIRE) XO: Open fire!
XO: Charge, can you see anyone else on board?
CHARGE: Looks like one person on board, X.
Alright, Dutchy, looks like there is only one POV.
We're gonna provide cover fire. You snatch board.
XO: Stay down, everyone!
Riggsy, get me in where you can.
Keep down! Let's go!
There is no point to all of us being exposed.
You stay on board. Aye, ma'am.
Swain, take control of the boat.
X, two suitcases inside.
Coming around, Riggsy. Coming to port.
Whoa.
Alright, what's the situation? It's a dirty bomb.
On a timer.
Can you defuse it? Possibly.
There's only minutes before it explodes.
If this blows, we'll be cooked from the fallout.
Ma'am, the only option we've got is to drive
as far away from land as possible
in the time we've got left.
Yeah, OK, do it. Go. I'll stay on board.
See if I can disarm it.
Halfy, bring the RHIB over asap.
SWAIN: Charge, we're heading back to 'Hammersley'.
CHARGE: Copy that. Yep, coming in portside.
If you can't defuse it,
you give yourself time to get clear.
Use the boat's tender.
Jim. You promise me.
I promise.
Now get out of here.
Ma'am. We have to go.
SWAIN: Course holding steady, X.
XO: Copy that, Swain.
Alright. Any progress?
Not much. This timing mechanism's sophisticated.
And very tricky.
One wrong move...
How about you? Oh, no, mate.
We're not far enough away from land yet.
(ENGINE STOPS)
CRUISE: Somehow managed to locate it. Yes.
Let me call you back.
Tipping them off again, were you?
(SIGHS) That's ridiculous. You're a double agent.
And you've been involved with 'em from the start.
If that were true, why would I risk getting involved with you?
Because I must have stumbled across a clue way back.
So you've decided to keep me distracted.
I was focused on you, rather than what you were doing.
That's all very flattering, but...
...I need to be going now.
Launch the RHIB.
That's not gonna happen.
I'm not going to ask you again. What, are you gonna shoot me?
In here? CHARGE: Dutchy!
(GUNSHOT) (GROANS)
You right? Yep. Take her.
(GROANS)
OK, we got a problem. What's wrong with it?
I don't know, mate. I'm not an engineer.
Mate, she's dead in the water.
(SIGHS) Alright. Come on.
I can't stop the timer, but I can prevent the fallout.
I'll try and separate the Semtex from the caesium,
dump the caesium overboard.
You go, mate.
Don't be stupid. I'm not gonna leave you here on your own.
What can I do?
Start cutting the white wires. Only the white wires.
They've cut their engine.
RO: Yeah, they've still got their tender.
I don't see them moving.
They've got less than a minute.
Swain, Jim, time to get out of there.
Get out now. That is an order.
ROTH: Come on! Come on!
Oh, nice one. How's it going, Swain?
SWAIN: Got it.
Pull the circuits out.
Now get rid of it!
2DADS: They've got one overboard.
That's two for two.
(BEEPING)
Thanks, mate.
Are you OK?
I feel so guilty.
But your decision to... let them go ahead was right.
It's not your fault that they disobeyed orders to leave.
No.
That's not what I mean. Then what is it?
After I met you for coffee,
I went and tried on a wedding dress.
And that's when I knew that I would never marry Jim.
Did you tell him?
There is only one person who I could ever imagine marrying.
Hey.
Me too.
MAN: We posthumously award the Cross of Valour
to Petty Officer Coxswain Chris Blake
and Special Air Service Captain Jim Roth.
Their pre-eminent act of valour
involved the ultimate self-sacrifice
and displayed an extreme devotion to duty.
For this, we honour them.
I know I speak for everyone
when I express my gratitude and appreciation
for the sacrifice that Swain and Jim have made.
Jim Roth was a consummate professional
and a man of great integrity.
Swain...
Swain was a fine sailor...
...an inspired medic...
...and a person of...
...great humanity...
...and compassion.
We'll miss you, mate.
Parade, ho!
Parade...
...dis... miss!
(HEROIC MUSIC)