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I've told you already. You

can't sail this boat upside down.

And we make decisions by vote from now on.

Majority rules and we stick to the rules.

Used to be a cop, didn't

you? Hey, let it go, Rick.

Man, your emotional body

is starving your neuronet.

Have faith in the God within.

You can shove your dumb-ass

religion up your skinny ass.

Rick, pass me the cabbage.

Where's the knife? This one's sh*t.

Now... we got tuna.

There was a lemon somewhere laying

around in this leaking son of a boat.

All right, there we are. Okay.

When I was a young boy... I

wanted to sail around the world.

That's the life for me. Living on the sea.

Spirit of a sailor

circumnavigates the globe.

The lust of...

I just spent six months in a leaky boat.

Lucky just to be afloat.

What song is that?

[PHIL] That's a kiwi classic, mate.

No. Aotearoa. Yeah.

I've gotta get out of here.

[JOHN] Glisten like a pearl.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I just spent six months on a leaky boat!

JOHN (V.O.):
I think Rick

felt he'd lost Jim to us...

like someone had

stolen his girlfriend.

Or maybe something else was

going on inside his head.

Meanwhile back home, Jim's girlfriend

Martha was becoming concerned.

By now he should have

made contact from Tonga.

After three weeks adrift, no

one had begun searching for us.

[KAREN] I think it still works.

I haven't used it for a while.

Here you go.

Okay.

You're not gonna be able

to get through anyway.

What's that, Darren? What did you say?

You're not gonna be able to get through.

Gordon'll radio for you. He

arranged a time with John.

What do you mean?

Gordon's supposed to call

him and get his position...

but John's not gonna be able to call him or

name the boat, because his radio's illegal.

That's the deal.

The deal?

I heard him talking about it.

Gordon's gonna call him and

give him a weather forecast.

Well, why didn't you tell us this before?

Your dad wouldn't've have gone if he'd

known they didn't have a proper radio.

I don't know.

Hello? How do you drive this thing?

Hello?

Come aboard!

So... I reckon they're out here, somewhere.

Okay, let's give it a go.

6128.6... that's what John and I agreed.

It's almost half-past

8:
00, he might be listening.

Argo calling Rose Noelle. Do you read me?

Your position, please. Over.

(GARBLED TRANSMISSION)

MAN (OVER RADIO): Argo...

...eight degrees south.

Was that 28 degrees south? Please

confirm or deny, Rose Noelle. Over.

MAN (OVER RADIO): ...south.

28 degrees south. I'm

sure that's what he said.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

[JIM] Let me get up to you.

[RICK] What?

JOHN (V.O.):
Something wasn't right.

But I'd filled the tanks to capacity

with fresh water before we left.

Where had it gone?

For the first time, I had

doubts about our survival.

When are you going to

check the water tanks, John?

John?

Checked them already.

And?

Empty.

What do you mean empty? There's no water?

Hang on. So, all the water you've

been talking about, in the tanks.

Thousands of liters... it's all gone?

What happened to it?

Where's all the water gone?

Well, it must've drained

out when we capsized.

[PHIL] Drained out? How come?

There are air vents in the tanks.

Why didn't you bloody well tell us? Well?

We need to stay calm.

Sh*t! You guys have got to

face facts. We're going to die.

There's no point about your stupid

mast or your stupid rationing.

We've all had it! F*** the lot of you!

Phil.

Oh, watch out! Jesus!

Look out, the knife!

Get the knife back, fuckwit!

You dropped it! You get it back!

Hey, sh*t head, I brought a present for ya!

Put these on and piss off!

Eh? If we're all f***ed,

why don't you swim for it?

- Bye-bye, Phil!

- Bugger off!

It's not my fault there's no bloody water!

Rick, stop it! Come on, Rick! Enough.

Fat, useless prick!

Rick! Rick! Stop it!

Rick! Leave him alone!

Okay, I'll go down and

look for the sails now.

I'll do it now, all right?

Is that good enough for you?

Yeah, why have you

suddenly changed your tune?

Because you're a dangerous man, Rick.

Things go wrong, things don't

go your way, you throw a wobbly.

You don't trust. I'll get the sails.

No, no, no, I'll do it!

You? Yeah, sure.

No, no, no. Bad idea, Phil. I should do it.

I know where they are.

Well, so do I. F*** the lot of ya'!

Oh, Jesus...

What if he doesn't make it?

More of everything for the rest of us.

You're out of line, Rick...

seriously out of line.

Jesus.

F***!

(COUGHING)

JOHN (V.O.):
Rick hated to lose control.

Any setback could send him into a rage.

He always needed someone to

blame for his predicament.

Usually it was me, but

it could be anyone.

It was only later I understood

what was really driving him.

He felt he was running out of time.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, so as you all know, the Rose Noelle

has not yet reached it's destination.

Does anyone recall anything that

John Glennie might've said...

about the course he was taking to Tonga?

It's more than a months since they set off.

They should've arrived in Tonga by now.

Hello? Rose Noelle. Come in. Do you read?

Hello? Rose Noelle?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Thank god. I knew it.

We're gonna make it.

JOHN (V.O.):
It was a sign. I

knew we were being looked after.

I have told you, mate.

There's no fish out here.

Nothing lives this far away from land.

We're in a marine desert.

You've gotta try.

Hey, um,... maybe we could

have our water ration now.

Nope... still no sign of rain.

Hey, guys... check this

out. I've been thinking.

When we capsized, we

would've been about here.

Prevailing current is going that way,

taking us maybe 10, 20 miles a day.

So, after 34 days drifting, that

would put us right off the map.

But there's nothing there...

nothing until South America.

That's gonna take us...

At least eight months.

Possibly... or the current could take us

north along the line of the continent...

but well out of the sight of land.

And that would add another 1,000 miles.

1,000 miles.

Yeah.

Just you wait. You blokes

are gonna be famous.

What the f*** are you doing?

You're writing your memoirs?

Haven't made up my mind

up yet. Might be a book.

Might be a love letter to my ex.

Who? Rose Noelle? The poor b*tch

you named this piece of crap after?

Why did she dump you anyway?

She didn't dump me. She died

in a plane crash, Pan Am 816.

She was on her way to join me.

Oh, yeah.

Nah, there's been many women since

my sweet Rose Noelle... too many.

Sure. I mean you're a real catch, hm? Sane.

Handsome, young, normal, sane... sane!

Rick, Rick. Let's

just... let's play a game.

Sure, why not?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll play the winner.

Piss off!

You gotta take it easy on him.

I know he's annoying, but...

But nothing. Count this sh*t up.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, sh*t!

Phil? Are you gonna tell them or shall I?

What?

You should do that outside.

It's too windy.

Phil lost the rod.

That was the only rig we had.

First the only decent

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