- The cops are searching boats, okay?
You need to dump the money and the diamonds right now.
- I don't even fucking know where she hid it.
- I have a warrant. We got to search all boats in Balaki.
[tense music]
- What I wanna know is where the fuck is my brother?
- Jesus Christ.
♪ ♪
[shouting in language]
♪ ♪
- Go, go, go.
Fuck. All right, just--
♪ ♪
I took it from Aaron's cabin.
I don't know what he's gonna do.
- Maybe he doesn't need to find out.
- Where are they, then?
- Thought if I could sell 'em fast,
get a really good price--
- Where are they now? - They're gone!
- What? - I lost Denny's bag.
- Fuck!
[crowd chanting]
- Miss, hold my hand!
This is not a place for tourist.
- Kitty! - Hey!
- Jump!
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
- It wasn't fucking drug money,
it was a ransom paid by a powerful Filipino family
to get back their kidnapped son from the BLF.
- There's a gentleman from the Filipino police service.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Figure we need to put this in, too.
Here.
[gasps] Shit! - I am so--fuck!
It's heavy. How do people do this?
- See you guys up there, all right?
- Oh, could you--
♪ ♪
Thanks.
♪ ♪
[sighing] Okay, I think we're all set.
- Okay.
- I think you should change. You're a little bit saucy.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Who's ready?
- Raise the sail. - Too low?
- No, that's... [indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
All right. I'm starving.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
- Could you pass, uh--
- I'm very impressed by your cooking, Kitty.
- Oh, splendid. All right.
- Where did you learn?
- Uh, just taught myself.
[upbeat acoustic guitar music]
[indistinct chatter]
[ship creaking]
- I can't stop thinking about that guy.
Avaro?
- Yeah. Me, too.
- Palau's not a very big place, is it?
- No, not so big.
- So what if we can't sell the diamonds there?
- Well, then, we'll keep trying until we do.
- And the others, they'll be okay?
- Yeah, they'll be fine.
Once we're gone, I'll just get back to island-hopping.
Hey, what about Kitty? You tell her?
- No.
I think it's best it's just between us for now.
And then when we sell them, I can--
- We'll disappear. Somewhere safe.
Kitty, too.
And you and me, we can be together properly.
No more sneaking around.
[soft dramatic music]
- Yeah.
But sneaking around's half the fun.
- Yeah.
[both chuckle]
♪ ♪
- Are we gonna stop off somewhere?
Pick up some supplies?
- There's a bit of weather heading our way,
so we might have to wait that out for a bit.
But as soon as it passes, we should be safe to go.
- Ooh, looks good.
- Hey, hey.
Hey.
- [sighs]
- Smells good, Kitty.
[hands slam on table]
Look, I understand you're pissed about yesterday.
That's fair enough.
- The diamonds were all we had, okay?
And now, it's been for nothing.
- Sorry, you're still
talking about the fucking diamonds?
When a innocent boy died?
Because of our greed?
- Well, Joseph, you voted to keep the bag as well.
We all did. - No, no, Joseph's right.
This situation is fucked up.
Everything that went down in Balaki, it is my fault.
Okay?
Taking the diamonds out of Aaron's cabin,
that was wrong, it was dumb, and I'm sorry.
Like, really sorry.
And I know it'll take a while to earn back your trust,
so say the word and I'll do it.
- Fuck, Denny is always sorry, he makes a big fuss about it,
but then Denny keeps doing whatever he likes.
So you name a rule, he's broken it.
If anyone else did half what he's done,
you'd punish them.
So where is Denny's fucking punishment?
Well, wait. I forgot he's Aaron's little bitch.
- Hey, stop! [all shouting]
- Stop, stop! - Hey, stop!
- Hey, hey, hey! No more, no more!
- Look, he's just upset about what happened yesterday.
Okay?
And we were the ones that saw that boy's fucking funeral.
- This will bring [indistinct] on us all!
- Cool down. - Shut the fuck up.
- Gabber's bullshit, Joseph.
- [indistinct] fucking right under your nose?
- Stop, Joe. This is embarrassing, man.
- I'm just saying the truth, but no one wants to hear it.
- So what do you want, Joseph?
- You all know the penalty for breaking the rules.
Expulsion. - [scoffs]
- We're about to make an ocean crossing.
We need Denny. - Why can't we vote?
- A vote? Yeah. [scoffing laugh]
- It's a good idea.
- Right. - You must be joking.
- All those in favor of Denny staying on board...
come on.
- [scoffing laugh]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Denny can vote for himself?
- He's a member of the crew, at least for now.
♪ ♪
All those in favor of Denny leaving?
- [chuckles softly] Fuck you.
♪ ♪
- Ricky--
- No, stop fucking calling me that.
♪ ♪
- So much fucking shit.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- Aaron decides it.
♪ ♪
- It's the last chance, okay? But it is your last one.
- What the fuck?
You said you'd do what's good for the boat.
- Denny has apologized.
He's learned his lesson, so that's enough.
- You like to think you're such a tough leader,
but you're weak.
A weak fucking hypocrite!
[tense music]
- You're right, Joe, you're right.
I am weak.
So I should toughen up.
So how about you get off my boat?
Pack your shit up.
♪ ♪
- I'm not the one to try out here.
- No, someone like you, Joseph, won't stop
until you've turned each one of us against each other
and I'm not gonna let that happen.
♪ ♪
Go pack your shit. - [sighs] Come on, wait.
Just wait. - Hey, Skipper?
- Yeah?
- There's a boat. It's following us.
♪ ♪
- You sure it's following?
♪ ♪
- Maybe it's just fishermen.
- So a fishing boat, then, whatever it is,
is heading straight at us.
♪ ♪
[Florence & the Machine's "Prayer Factory"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ All the things that I ran from ♪
♪ I now bring as close to me as I can ♪
♪ Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth ♪
♪ My montage of lost things ♪
♪ My shiny ♪
♪ Trinkets of grief ♪
- What if it's those guys from Balaki?
- All right, gloves on. Get the jib down.
Shell, on the wheel. Get the motor up.
Lana, over here. - Yeah.
- I want you to keep eyes on them, okay?
Anything changes, you shout out.
Shell, Kitty, help the boys get that down.
They're just making us easier to spot.
Go, come on! Joe, go help them out.
- What do I do? - Denny, gloves.
And weight 'em up.
- Hey, Aaron.
Even at full throttle, we can't outrun them.
- Yeah, I know. - All right, dump the sheet!
Joe! Dump the sheet!
♪ ♪
Joseph! - Yeah, yeah, okay!
- Rick, come on, come on!
- That's holding. [metallic ratcheting]
- Let's go, let's go! Ready?
- Think I can see where we might hide.
- Hide a yacht? Where?
- Around the next island.
- Let's go. - Good.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Speed her up! - On it!
- Let's go! [engine revving]
♪ ♪
- Put those on.
All right, everyone! Listen up!
Gonna sail in chose, okay? Behind that island over there!
Shell, you're gonna use it as a screen,
hope they lose sight of us.
I want everybody ready!
Rick, get the fenders out!
We'll be sailing very close to those cliffs.
♪ ♪
- I think it's those guys from Balaki!
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[shouting in language]
♪ ♪
- Watch the depth here. That tide is on its way out!
- Is this wise, bro?
We run aground, we're sitting ducks.
- Yeah, well, maybe you should've thought of that
before you led criminals right to our front fucking door, bro.
♪ ♪
- Hey, be careful! It's worse over here.
Easy. A touch to port.
♪ ♪
[tropical birds singing]
- Keep us straight, Shell.
- A bit more out from the tide, yeah? It's strong.
♪ ♪
Got any more juice? As fast as we can go. Come on.
- Skipper, over there! I see an opening over there!
- See that, Cap? That's the place!
- Okay, hard port! Let's go! Come on!
- Lana! Watching our rear?
They see us go in there, we'll be trapped!
- Yeah! Got it!
- Heinrich, get ready, okay? The tide is very low!
There's gonna be rocks fucking everywhere!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Aaron, we won't make it through there.
♪ ♪
- Easy, easy.
Okay, there's fuck-all depth here, Shell.
Just take it easy, okay? - I know. Fuck.
- A touch starboard.
That's it, that's it. You got it.
- Shit. I don't think we're gonna fit.
♪ ♪
- A little to starboard. And again.
Watch the bow!
- Oh, shit.
I'm coming in closer. - Okay, okay.
Good, good, good, good.
- Okay, Shell, a little bit careful with the mast.
- Whoa! - Shell, it--
[wood splinters, rocks clattering]
♪ ♪
Careful, Shell. - Okay, starboard, starboard!
- Fuck. - Careful!
[wood splintering] - Fuck!
[ship scraping and groaning]
We hit something up there?
- Shit, shit! Hell, we're scraping the bottom!
[grunts]
- All right. We're gonna go around starboard.
Into the mangroves, okay? - Fuck.
- We're gonna tuck her in over there out of sight.
♪ ♪
All right. Cut the engine. [engine shuts down]
Everybody down, okay? Stay quiet.
Stay still. Let's go.
[hammer clicks]
♪ ♪
[shouting in language]
[engine chugging]
[shouting in language]
- [speaking language]
[metallic rattling] - Shit.
♪ ♪
[metallic rattling]
- [whispers indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[metallic rattling stops]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[shouting in language]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[both exhale deeply]
- We need to get the fuck off this boat.
[whimpers softly]
♪ ♪
[phone line trilling]
You've rung Kitty.
Come on, did you really expect me to pick up?
[laughing] Leave a message and I'll call you back.
[voicemail beeps]
- Kit, I...
I just wanted to hear your voice.
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[knocks on door jamb] - Chief Inspector.
- Colonel Reyes.
Walking all over my crime scene.
- Apologies.
I wanted to see if you'd looked at the De La Cruz file.
- Yeah.
Rich kid murdered in Balakid
with possible organized crime involvement.
And "The Blue" happened to be in port at the same time.
It's not exactly a solid connection.
- Call it a hunch that "The Blue" was involved.
I hear there's a witness here
that knows something about their movements.
If I could--
- Emma Anderson is not a witness.
She's just a kid, all right?
She sailed with them a bit six weeks ago.
Repeating rumors.
- Still, I'd like to speak with her.
- Colonel, you're in Australia now,
and this is my investigation.
And I will decide who talks to who.
I don't think you're telling me everything
about that went on in Balakid, so until you do,
I'm going to ask you to get off my crime scene.
- I need help. Um--[indistinct]
He disappeared.
- If you want to talk to someone who's been arrested,
come back in the morning, okay?
- But it's very serious.
I-I'm worried. I-I'm sorry my English--
can somebody speak French?
Please?
- Ah...
[speaking language]
- You're Filipino?
♪ ♪
[birds singing]
♪ ♪
- This here is by far
the quickest route out of the Philippines.
- Yeah, but we could be heading right into a tropical storm.
- Right now, it's just a life run,
so a bit of luck,
we sit on its shoulder, we avoid the worst.
- And if we don't?
We're the only ones who've ever done an ocean crossing before,
much less in a storm.
- What choice do I have?
Wait here for them to come back and slit our throats?
- There's an alternative.
We could hand ourselves in.
To the police.
- Okay, in case you forgot,
there are two dead bodies connected to this boat
back in Balakid.
- We didn't kill them. - No, we didn't.
But you think the Filipino cops will see it that way?
Shell, that dead kid has family.
They're rich, they're fucking powerful.
- Yeah, well, what if we explain
that we didn't know what we were doing?
- It's a coin toss.
We lose, we do 20 fucking years in a Filipino hellhole.
- So?
- So what?
- We need to get off this boat.
- Where? We're in the middle of nowhere
with no money and no passports.
- We just take our chances like we always do, just us two.
Is this seriously where we are right now?
You're just gonna hang around on a boat
'cause of fucking Denny?
Is that what it is?
[approaching footsteps]
- Crew meeting upstairs. Now.
- We need to stay here.
- Why? - Just trust me.
- [sighs]
- So we lost 'em.
For now.
But they know we disappeared
somewhere in this general area of islands.
- They'll be back. - Yeah.
So we need to set sail
as soon as this tide comes up a little more.
I wanna head direct to Palau. No more stops.
- But we hit rocks. Shouldn't we be--
- Heinrich has located the damage.
He's fixing it. Denny will help.
While they're on that,
I'm gonna re-plot us a new course for Palau
which will take us around the worst of this storm.
- And me?
[suspenseful music]
- You do just what I told you. Get off my boat.
♪ ♪
- Aaron.
- Charts show a village just around this island.
Shell, you take Joseph from the tender.
He can ask for help there.
- That's fucking bullshit.
- Anyone doesn't like it, you're welcome to join him.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[thumping music playing]
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[thumping music playing]
[indistinct cheering]
♪ ♪
- Emma Anderson?
Colonel Reyes, Philippine Police Service.
You're leaving, I see?
- No.
I-I'm-- - I just want to talk.
Is there somewhere quiet?
There's a theory that
your friends on "The Blue" were attacked by Filipino pirates,
gangsters, the Australian police saying
maybe you know something.
- Only what I've heard.
- Any idea why they might've been a target
for something like that?
- Stuff happens over there, right?
Wealthy Westerners sailing in the badlands.
- You don't seem wealthy.
You must have felt out of place.
Mixing with the yacht club crowd?
I mean, it's not easy being far away from home.
- Sorry, I just--
I don't really get why you're here.
I've already told the Australian police
everything I know.
- In your conversations with them,
you never mentioned Joseph Molina.
He also sailed on "The Blue" and he's also missing.
Do you know anything about that?
[Patsy Cline's "Crazy"]
- ♪ Wondering ♪
[birds singing]
♪ What in the world did I do? ♪
♪ ♪
[Joseph exhales deeply]
- It's time to say goodbye.
[soft dramatic music]
You saw that boy's picture at the church.
We might get away from the boat, but [indistinct],
you will never get away from that.
♪ ♪
- I can't go without her.
- Aaron will destroy you all.
♪ ♪
Someone has to tell Lana
that there are certain things that you can't outrun.
♪ ♪
[Joseph sighs]
♪ ♪
- ♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
♪ And crazy for crying ♪
♪ And I'm crazy-- ♪
[engine turns over]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
♪ Crazy for thinking that ♪
♪ My love could hold you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm crazy for trying ♪
♪ And crazy for crying ♪
♪ And I'm crazy for loving ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ ♪
- He planned to meet his sister in Townsville,
but never arrived.
Maybe you sailed on "The Blue" together?
[thumping music playing]
- Uh, I mean maybe we both sailed on "The Blue,"
but not at the same time.
- So you never met him? - No.
- No chance your paths might've crossed?
- No, no, no. I told you no.
♪ ♪
Sorry, I really wish I could help.
♪ ♪
- Sometimes, Joseph sent photos to his sister.
You say you never met him?
But I did.
I met them both at a funeral
of a boy whose death I'm investigating.
And now, you're here with them.
How do you explain that?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[book closes]
[drawer opens and closes]
♪ ♪
- You always say I should trust you.
And I--I always do.
After--
- We're almost out of the Philippines.
We're almost free.
- Are we? 'Cause I don't feel free.
We're fucking trapped. - How is that my fault?
- Oh, my God. Why--
you're just pissed off 'cause I voted against your fuckbuddy.
- Do you know that we would be fucked
if it weren't for him on this boat?
I had to beg them not to leave you in Balakid.
I shouldn't have bothered.
- Do you know what?
You take up so much space all the time.
You never even let me speak.
- Because you never have anything to say!
- Maybe I would if I thought that you would listen to me.
- No! You always run away from your problems.
You go quiet and weird and then you bottle it all up.
- I had to do that to survive her!
- Why can't you say her name?
She was the one that took you in when your mum left you.
Why am I the only one
who keeps having these nightmares about what wedid?
I feel fucking crazy. - No wonder.
She was a fucking nightmare. She was abusive.
- She treated me fine.
It was you who brought that out in her, and now she's gone.
You can't even just talk about it.
What is wrong with you? - What's wrong with me?
- [laughing] Yes! - Kitty, I'm not you!
If she was so great, if she loved you so much,
then why are you so desperate?
You throw yourself at everyone. It's embarrassing.
- Oh, okay, go on,
go and listen to your druggie mum's music.
[knock at door] - Hey, you two.
Aaron wants us on deck.
[suspenseful music]
- All right, that tide is as high as it's gonna get!
Let's make our move now!
♪ ♪
- Fucking hell. [sighs]
♪ ♪
- Tide's up. We're moving out.
♪ ♪
- I want everyone kitted up.
Make sure everything is securely stowed.
It's gonna get very rough.
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[rain pattering on deck]
♪ ♪
- Um, Aaron. Is it safe to sail?
♪ ♪
- Either way, Kitty, we can't stay here.
Stand and fight.
Let's get moving!
We need to make the most of this high tide!
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling] Heinrich, take 'er up!
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
- I'm sure there's a good reason
why you're lying to the search and rescue team.
- I'm not. I'm not lying.
And I mean--
- I don't think it's because you're a bad person.
I think you're scared.
[thumping music playing]
♪ ♪
You don't trust me?
- Why would I?
- It's hard to know who you can trust,
so to prove to you that I'm on your side,
I'm not going to show this photo to the Australian police.
At least not yet.
- Is that a threat?
- Your friends in the photo,
do you think they're still alive?
Because I do.
In fact, I think you're the key to solving this mystery.
And maybe if we do, there's still time to save them.
♪ ♪
I leave this with you.
♪ ♪
For when you're ready to talk.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
- I thought you were trying to avoid the storm!
The starboard isn't cleared!
- [panting]
- Kitty! I've been looking for you.
- We're gonna die. - Are you okay?
- We're gonna die. - No, no, we're not.
- Oh, I shouldn't have come! - Kitty!
- I should've gone with Joseph! - No, no, listen to me.
- Help!
- We're gonna be okay.
But Kitty, I want you to pull through.
- Okay. [waves crashing loudly]
- Help, help! Get up here now!
[waves crashing, shouting]
[shouts] Kitty!
Secure that [indistinct]!
Heinrich, make way for the anchor!
- Yeah!
- Be careful!
- Go ahead! Put that on there!
[indistinct shouting]
- Aaron, are we okay? The boat isn't built for this!
- Hang on!
♪ ♪
[water splashing]
♪ ♪
[water sloshing]
♪ ♪
- Kitty, are you there? - Lana!
- Oh, my God. Are we sinking?
- Just go get help!
Get help now! Quick!
Go!
♪ ♪
- Aaron! - What?
- There's--there's-- there's water in your cabin!
- How come the bilge alarm didn't go off?
- Maybe water got in the wiring!
- Hey, Heinrich! We're taking on water!
- What? - You told me you fixed it!
- Yeah, put it in a storm like that,
how could I know it wouldn't hold?
- I gave you one fucking job! - Stop! Hey!
It was your call to sail into the storm, not his!
- Grab the wheel!
Heinrich!
Grab some of that wooden sheeting
from the seating up front!
I'm gonna lead a line through to you and Denny from below!
Tie the port cord and cut the line when you're ready!
Shit.
- Oh, my God!
- All right, I know exactly where it's coming from.
Get this mattress off.
[all grunt]
Shit.
Aw, shit!
♪ ♪
- [straining]
- Kitty, give me those pillows!
Gonna stem the flow!
I need both of you!
Put all your weight down on here!
- Come on! - All right!
- Come on! - [yelps]
- Take that! Hold it!
[both screaming] - Where are you going?
Where are you going? - I'll be right back!
Keep the pressure on! - Okay!
[both screaming]
♪ ♪
- Fuck!
- You all right? - Yeah!
- Take my hand! - Yeah!
- Oh, shit! [indistinct shouting]
- Oh, fuck it.
- All right Get ready!
- [straining]
♪ ♪
- Fuck!
- Hey!
All right, listen up!
We're gonna work together now, okay?
[both shouting]
Kitty, keep pressure on there. But see this pump, all right?
You're gonna pump the water out, okay?
- Wait, wait, what?
- You need to roll that pipe out,
take it up on deck! - Okay!
[indistinct]
♪ ♪
- Oh, shit. - [strains]
- We want any water that we pump out to stay out!
We need to try and feed the rope through the hole!
That's it, Kitty! Good work, good work!
[both straining] - Come on, Aaron!
♪ ♪
- What the fuck are you doing?
- It'll bind up with the rope.
♪ ♪
- Denny, left!
- Come on!
- Shit.
- Yes, got it!
- Come on, come on!
[both straining]
- Take it!
- What are you waiting for?
♪ ♪
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Okay. Give 'em the signal!
- No, wait! [indistinct]
- Come on!
He's got it! Got it.
[dramatic music]
[shouting and straining]
♪ ♪
- [shouts] - Man overboard!
- Denny!
I've got him!
♪ ♪
Got him! Get Aaron up here!
♪ ♪
- Aaron? Heinrich's gone overboard!
- Shit. - Quick! We need help!
Come on!
♪ ♪
- Shit.
- You okay?
♪ ♪
- Come on!
- Hey! - That side!
Denny's got him! - Hey!
Hold on!
Come on! Hey!
♪ ♪
- [yelps] - My leg!
- You okay, mate?
- This is on you, sailing into a fucking storm!
You nearly killed him! Didn't give you the signal.
- I felt a pull on the rope!
You okay? You'll live?
- Just my old tennis injury.
I thought I was finished, yeah?
- I wasn't gonna let you go out like that, bro.
Not a chance!
♪ ♪
- [straining] [pump hissing]
- Here, let me do it. I can do it.
♪ ♪
- Thanks.
- [straining]
- I shouldn't have said that. About your mum.
♪ ♪
- It's no biggie.
♪ ♪
- [exhales deeply]
[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Denny?
Can we talk?
- No. I've got to raise the head, so...
could you pass me that rope?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
We can talk later. [clears throat]
♪ ♪
- Black, no sugar?
- I'm good.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[knock at door] - Yeah?
- Uh...
can I...
can I sit here for a bit?
- Yeah, sure.
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter] - Raise the sail.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- We really appreciate your cooperation and respect
in a very sensitive case
that is still very much ongoing.
Once a statement has been made...
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music]
- Emma. Good timing.
- What's going on?
- Got a survivor.
They want to see you.
♪ ♪
- Case still ongoing, sir?
Is there anything else you can tell us, please?
♪ ♪
- Through here.
Give you two a moment.
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music]
- Denny.
♪ ♪
Is Kitty and the others, are they...
♪ ♪
- I couldn't stop it.
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
They're all dead.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[ship creaking]
♪ ♪
[metal scrapes]
♪ ♪