Caught Inside

? Listen?

- Hi. You must be the skipper.

- Joe. - Rob.

- How's it going? - Good, mate.

- Archie Cox. - Welcome to heaven.

Give this bloke some money, mate, for carrying your stuff.

Here you go, mate.

- Hey, don't give him that much. He'll ruin the economy.

Family.

- You know Toobs, right? - Oh, yeah.

- Toobs and the other two are coming in from Singapore.

They'll be a while yet.

- Oh, what about bull? Is he in?

- Oh, his flight landed about two hours ago from Lombok.

He hasn't surfaced yet.

- Bull... god, it doesn't get much better than this.

Speak of the devil.

Hey. Fellas.

- How you doing? Archie. Archie Cox.

Man, it's gonna be off the hook.

- Good to meet you, Grummy. How are you, mate?

- Hey. Rob. - Glad to meet you.

Yeah, likewise, eh.

Joey, how are you, mate?

What took you so long?

- A little bit of mix-up in customs.

I must have ticked the wrong box.

Let's hit the streets.

Bull, you can give us a tour, yeah?

Yeah, let's go do it.

- Man, you were solid in Cote Arroyo.

I swear I must have watched that video a million times.

Cheers, Grummy.

I thought you ditched him.

- Well, you know what, you got to make them do it,

and then they'll leave you alone.

That's obviously not working.

I'm gonna dump him for you.

- No, no, no, don't. I want... no, don't!

We'll send him a postcard or something.

- That's us. Where's everybody else?

They're in the boat.

What kind of fish is that?

- Tuna. - No, it's banana.

There is debate on that, mate.

You're gonna try it, okay?

Three rup for this? Two?

And not swallow.

- Mmm. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's hot.

Ooh.

I don't want to.

Well, hello there, sexy.

Hello there.

Maybe you should make a film about me.

Maybe I am.

Oh, Grummy.

You can't take that on the boat, all right?

She's our mascot.

- What, is she gonna keep you warm at night?

Oh, I'm not that desperate.

- No animals, no bananas on board, mate.

It's bad luck.

Thud!

- Whoa! - What was that?

- Toobs? A kid...

I think we hit a kid. - Go!

- There she is, boys. Your home for 12 days.

Yeah!

Toobsy!

What happened?

Yeah, they've had an accident.

They hit a goat.

He's saying it's the skipper's fault,

and he wants Joe to go with him, but he's not biting.

Tried to give him money, eh?

- Not about the money, mate. Superstition, you know.

An eye for an eye. Bye-bye, bananas.

Oh, gee.

- Thank you. - Sorry.

Thank god you're here, bull.

Good boy, Grummy.

Toobsy!

- How you doing, mate? - Cheers, mate.

- Toobsy. I'm Archie.

- You're the fella I've been emailing, yeah?

- Yeah. Cheers.

- Toobsy. - Bull.

Good to see you, mate.

- Stoked you made it. - Thanks for having me.

- This is my beautiful girlfriend, Alex,

and my good friend Sam.

- Hi. - Nice to meet you.

- Rob. - Rob.

- Archie. - Hi.

And the one and only, bull.

Bull, it's nice to meet you.

Yeah, nice to meet ya.

- Have I, uh, met you somewhere before or...

- Um, no, I don't... I don't think so.

- That must happen to you all the time, eh?

- Hey. Bull. - Nice to meet you.

Hey, thanks for whatever you said back there.

I mean, no one would tell us what was happening.

- Yeah. That's all right.

Different area, you know. Local knowledge and ways.

Good start to the trip, though, eh?

Drink?

Yeah.

Toobsy.

What's going on, mate? You know the rules.

- Man, it was either cancel the trip

or bring the girls, you know?

Rules were made to be broken.

- Actually, Alex wants to shoot a doco

about lost legends.

She thought she might get some footage of you

if you're up for it.

Lost legend?

What about her?

Yeah.

You'll like her.

She's gone through a hard time.

Be good for her to be out here.

- What the fuck? It's your charter.

- Let's pull up anchor! Push on!

This is our chief engineer, Asoka.

Barry Crocker.

Hey.

Now, here's the charge.

We're 12 days out here.

It's a long time if you're not used to boats.

A couple of simple pieces of advice:

We're all gonna have a great time,

but there's one thing that can blow it,

and that's where one dickhead ruins it for the whole team.

My advice is, don't be that dickhead.

- What? - Secondly...

Out on the open sea,

there are certain protocols that we must follow.

I am the captain,

and although I'm very willing

to listen to your suggestions and comments,

at the end of the day, this is a ship,

not a democracy.

The final decision is mine, no ifs or buts.

Off you go, Asoka. Go to work.

Let me show you the kitchen and the wheelhouse down here.

Sam, after you.

Oh, no, it's fine.

No, no, no, I insist.

No need to be a gentleman.

- All right. No perving.

Perving at what?

These.

This is Ibbie at the wheel.

How do you like these shirts? I just got 'em.

Classy, eh?

The wheel, right.

Yeah, we turn that way, it goes that way.

Turn that way, it goes that way too, eh?

Throttle makes you go faster or slower.

G.p.s. Tells us where to go.

I thought that was my job.

Ha-ha. Right.

Feel free to show me those secret breaks, mate.

Oh, if you're lucky.

- Mate, don't we have to say good-bye

to the coast guard or some shit?

If we break down out here,

we have to get ourselves out of trouble.

There it is.

12 hours offshore,

right in the middle of nothing.

Settling the first night here.

Tomorrow night, we'll cross the line

and sail into paradise.

What?

Sorry, Archie.

There's room for all of us.

Four's a crowd, kid.

Three's a crowd.

Four's a foursome.

Nice try, Grum.

- Tough being the odd man out, eh, Grum?

Yeah.