- Trawler, this is yacht The Blue.
- Hey, what did you find?
- There's also something else in the bag.
I reckon they're worth maybe 1, 1 1/2 mil.
- Aaron, this is a serious business.
- If Aaron's right, we've stolen this
from a drug trafficking operation.
- With that money, with those diamonds,
we could disappear.
We'd be safe. - Shh.
- I don't think they can hear us in here.
- What are you after? - I don't know.
- Hey! He robbed me.
He pushed me down, and I... - What?
Where? Where'd he go? - Oh!
He took our passports.
- You think we can trust them?
- It's not them I'm worried about.
- Are you still wearing that?
[tense music]
- Where were you? What about the money?
It doesn't matter.
Nothing matters. We're finished.
♪ ♪
- He's got this idea that there was something dodgy
about that money we found. It was a setup.
- Was it? - I don't know.
- You think any of the crew had a grudge
against Aaron Winbourne?
- Aaron's dead.
- His throat was slashed.
He was murdered.
♪ ♪
[police radio chatter]
[helicopter whirring]
- We're done here for now. It's all yours.
- Thanks, mate.
♪ ♪
- Those holes?
- Bullets.
At least a dozen of them.
Seems like someone shot the place up.
Traces of blood, too, on the deck.
We'll start below, if that's OK with you.
Oh, and we'll be recording the whole walkaround.
Sorry. I should have warned you.
♪ ♪
[seagulls chirping]
- [singing in Korean]
♪ ♪
- It's gonna be OK.
- How?
- Well, our plan still works.
We know where the money is,
so I'm sure we'll get another chance to grab it soon.
- Where are we gonna go without passports?
- I don't know. I don't know.
I haven't thought of that yet, but I will.
- Where were you?
You said we'd meet at midnight, and you weren't there.
- I know. I know. - And I waited for you!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Denny showed up.
And I was gonna try and leave. - [chuckles]
But then I thought if I waited,
I would be able to slip the bag past him.
And then, it didn't happen.
- Fucking Aaron is gonna kill us.
He's gonna kill us when he realizes
we don't have any passports.
So that's great. - Yeah.
- And we can't get off the boat without them anyway.
Where are you going? - Oh, this is my fault.
So I'm gonna sort it.
[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 ♪
- Where's Denny?
- Went down the beach for a swim.
Kitty all right?
- Yeah, just fine.
Sleeping. Hungover.
- [singing in Korean]
♪ ♪
[knocks at door]
- Can you talk?
- Yeah.
- Is there anything you want to tell me?
- About what?
- Maybe the fact that you've been bullshitting us
since the first day we met.
- I didn't bullshit anyone.
No, wait.
- Go on.
[machinery whirring]
- Here, your part.
- How much, mecano?
Mecano? - Oh, let me.
This, 22,600.
- OK. OK, kuya. - [chuckles]
You know, it's bad luck to spend money on New Year's Day.
- [speaking Filipino]
- [laughing]
- What did he say?
- He says there's...
plenty of bad luck around already.
- No, no, no.
He said something else about police.
- They've been searching boats all around,
especially foreign boats.
- Why? Why are they searching boats?
- Who knows, man?
But if they didn't get to you yet, they'll be coming soon.
Like he said, bad luck.
[sirens wailing]
OK.
Uh-huh.
Oi, your change!
- No, it's OK! OK! OK! Keep! Keep!
[horns honking]
[indistinct chatter]
- You know, before this,
me and Lana hadn't really been anywhere.
We grew up in foster care. That's how we met.
And we always had this big dream
that we'd travel together.
- And?
- And we used some...
stolen credit cards.
- [scoffs]
You mean you stole credit cards?
What about my wallet?
Did you steal that too?
[phone ringing]
- Shit.
[sirens wailing]
Fuck.
[sirens wailing]
- Shell? - In here.
[door opens]
- You've got to come and see this.
[phone ringing]
[sirens wailing]
- Aaron? - Hey.
Hey, the cops are searching boats.
You need to dump the money and the diamonds right now.
- But I don't even fucking know where you hid it.
- Just go down in...
[phone breaking up]
- Aaron? Aaron?
- Just do it, OK?
- The signal. - Shell.
Shell?
- [speaking Filipino]
- Stop. - Where are you going?
- Aaron?
Fucking phones. - Hey, you.
You own this boat?
[police radio chatter]
- My boat, The Blue.
Macau. Macau.
Salamat. Salamat.
Thank you, Chief. Thank you.
- [chuckles]
- Salt water.
It's good for injuries.
- Says who?
- My dad.
But then, most of what he said
turned out to be bullshit, so...
- I've got a bit of a problem.
Mine and Kitty's passports have been stolen.
- It shouldn't be hard to replace them.
Just go to the consular office.
- Can't do that.
- So what's your plan?
- Well, I know that you said you had friends in Balakot.
I thought that they might be able to help.
- Help, like you want me to get you dodgy passports?
Do I look like Tony Soprano?
- Look, it's fine. You don't have to help.
I just thought I would ask. - No.
There is someone I can ask.
- This boat is private property.
You don't have permission to board.
- Apologies. Are you the captain?
- No, I'm a...
Passenger, but...
- So where's the captain?
- That you, my friend?
Because I have a very serious matter to discuss with him.
- Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.
What's going on? This is my yacht.
[indistinct chatter]
- Name?
- Uh, Aaron Winbourne.
- Captain Dizon, Philippine Police Service.
Your passenger has already made it clear
that we are not wanted here,
but I'm afraid I have a warrant...
Empowering us to search all boats in Balakot.
- Fine. Search.
- [speaking Filipino]
I also need to look at your logbook,
crew rosters, and passports...
for all passengers.
♪ ♪
- Show passport.
- You've been to many places, huh?
- Yeah. What's the point of having your own boat
if you don't use it?
- Three days ago, all the way out to Sagisag
and then straight back?
- Yeah, we just did a bit of snorkeling.
- I'm interested, because three days ago,
something happened not so far from Sagisag.
- Captain.
No passport.
[speaking Filipino]
- No papers?
- Well, my passport got stolen at a party last night.
- Did you file a police report?
- I was meaning to, but no, not yet.
- Crew without documentation is a very serious thing.
- [speaking Filipino]
♪ ♪
- So we're assuming that this is Aaron Winbourne's cabin.
- Yep.
- Actually, quite a lot of blood in here.
Any idea what he keeps in there?
- Uh-uh.
- So what do we think might be inside?
- [scoffs] I mean, come on.
We have tried to cooperate here, and I think...
- Well, please continue to cooperate.
♪ ♪
- [speaking Filipino]
♪ ♪
- Well, I can explain the cash.
- I'm glad
'cause this is a lot of money.
- Yeah, I was planning on purchasing another boat
while I was out here,
and the seller requested cash.
- So where'd it come from?
You bring it from Australia?
- Yeah, that's right.
- In pesos?
- That is what the vendor requested.
- I'm sorry, but this boat is to be impounded.
Your passports will be held. - No, wait...
- And all of you come back,
answer more questions from my boss.
- [speaking Filipino]
- No, wait.
This is a mistake.
This is a misunderstanding.
I mean, we're leaving the Philippines anyway, so...
what do you say we make good on our mistakes?
- "Make good"?
[speaking Filipino]
- You can take the cash,
call it a fine for my friend being undocumented,
and we'd go on our way.
Never say anything.
Can't to anyone.
- Put the money in the bag.
♪ ♪
- We're thinking this is Michelle Wilson's cabin.
And Dennis Winbourne's.
Stop me if do you see anything suspicious here.
- This was my cabin when I was here.
- You OK? You want a minute?
Well, it looks like someone else has moved in.
The place is a bit of a mess.
Seems like they were looking for something.
Perhaps our mystery guest.
Then there's this.
[heart pounding]
♪ ♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- What's he doing?
[both speaking Filipino]
- He wouldn't snitch, would he?
[footsteps approaching]
- I want you out of Balakot today.
Otherwise, my boss will come visit you,
and I don't think you'll like him as much as me.
Move. [speaking Filipino]
- Sir, yes, sir.
- [speaking Filipino]
- We all good? We in the clear?
- For now, I think maybe so.
But where are the diamonds?
- What I want to know is, where the fuck is my brother?
[phone ringing]
- So last night you found Kitty all right?
- Eventually.
- Sorry if I made you late.
- No, it's fine.
I just knew she'd be waiting.
I didn't want her to be on her own.
[indistinct chatter]
What about you? You speak to Aaron?
- No. No, he didn't come back to the boat last night.
To tell you the truth, I was pretty fucking relieved.
- The guy that we're gonna see, who is he?
- Do you remember my old weed dealer?
Same guy.
So at least if we strike out on the passports,
we can smoke some pot.
- Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Who's to say the police were even looking for the diamonds?
- They were looking.
- Mentioned an incident near Sagisag three days ago.
I fudged the logs to put us further away,
but it's the same general area we found the fucking bag.
- And the same day we found it. - OK.
If it was drugs, or a dead drop, or whatever,
then how would the police even know about that?
- The police here,
they're probably the ones selling the drugs.
- We don't know what that bag was.
That's been the problem from the beginning.
- Hey, Shell. Please, come on.
Stop. We're not rehashing this.
- We just need find to Lana and Denny.
- They're gone, man.
With the diamonds.
- No.
She wouldn't leave without me.
- Oh, I don't care either way, OK?
If they're not back soon, we're out of here.
- What? No.
- Mate, can I have a word with you, please?
- Aaron? No, you got...
Aaron! Fuck's sake!
- [sigh]
The last few days, I've been in a pretty bad place,
and I wasn't fair on you.
I'm sorry, OK?
I'll do better next time.
Forgive me?
- I believe you, yeah.
Sure.
- How long until we get this engine fixed, hmm?
If I worked with you?
- Three hours.
Maybe four.
Not sure.
- OK. [grunts]
- Aaron, I know the other two just joined us,
but Denny, man, we can't just leave him here.
- Shell, I saw the search warrant, OK?
It was issued under Filipino anti-terrorist law.
- Anti-terrorist? - Yeah, anti-terrorist.
No right to trial, no defense.
We'd basically just disappear, OK?
So when I say that we need to get out of here,
it's because I actually mean it.
- I'm gonna go find Lana.
- Kitty.
Kitty, you'll never find her.
You don't even know your way around this town.
- I will take her.
- All right, fine.
Once that engine's fixed, we are out of here,
whether you are back or not.
♪ ♪
- You good?
- Uh, yeah.
- You want to come up?
- You don't want me to wait down here by myself?
- All right.
[train horn blaring]
[horn honking]
- How far is it?
- Come on. This way.
- Is that some sort of New Year's Day thing?
- No. New Year's Day is usually quiet in the Philippines.
- Where are all these people going then?
And why all the photos and flowers?
- Wait.
- Weren't we meant to be heading towards the market?
- Just follow me.
- But that's where you said they...
- Come on.
♪ ♪
- No. No, no, no.
There's police here.
- They're not interested in us.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[knocks at door]
Hello?
Navarro?
[TV chatter]
[chuckles] There he is.
Mate?
Oh, fuck!
- What?
- Hey. No, Lana, don't. Don't.
- Jesus Christ.
[door handle rattling]
- [speaking Filipino]
- Denny. Denny, they're still here.
We need to leave before they find us.
[phone ringing]
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
[ringing continues]
- Hey, bedroom.
♪ ♪
- Hey!
Hey!
- Go! - Hey!
[men speaking Filipino]
- Oh, shit.
- Hey, stop! Where are you going?
- God, run!
Shit, mate!
[both screaming]
[dog barking]
- [grunts]
Hey!
♪ ♪
[bell tolling]
[indistinct chatter]
- Is this a funeral?
- Come on. This way.
- Who's that boy in the picture?
Did that policeman tell you anything?
Joseph? Joseph, what's happening?
- It's a funeral. That's all I know.
♪ ♪
[train rumbling]
[train horn blaring]
- Shit.
Come on. In here.
[baby crying]
- [shushing]
- [speaking Filipino]
[shouting]
- Excuse me.
- We need to get out of here. We need to find Lana now.
- Yeah, yeah.
Excuse me, my guy.
The boy, what happened to him?
[both speaking Filipino]
- God. - What did he say?
What did he say? - We need to go now.
It's not safe here.
Fucking hell.
♪ ♪
- [speaking Filipino]
[baby crying]
- He's still there.
- Oh, fuck. - [speaking Filipino]
- What the fuck's happening?
- No witnesses.
They killed him. We saw him.
- But why would they do that to anyone who sells weed?
- [sobbing]
[speaking Filipino]
[shouting]
- Kitty?
Kitty? Kitty?
Fucking hell!
Kitty, stay with me! - Joseph!
[men speaking Filipino] [train horn blaring]
- Oh, fuck. There's a train.
There's a train. We should use it as cover.
- Yeah.
- [speaking Filipino]
- Go, go! - Go, go, go!
- [speaking Filipino]
[crowd chanting]
- Joseph!
- [speaking Filipino]
- Joseph!
- Where? - There! There!
Go! Go! Catch up! - Hey!
[both panting]
- Hey, down here! Go!
- [speaking Filipino]
- You guys, make enough room!
- Joseph!
Joseph! Joseph!
- Kitty! - Come on!
Please, take my hand!
This is not a place for tourists.
Go.
[shouting continues]
- [speaking Filipino]
- How the fuck are we gonna get to Kapalon now?
- Forget it. We're not.
- No. No, you promised you'd take me.
- We're going back to The Blue.
It's way too dangerous here.
- What did that guy say to you?
Huh?
- Stop looking back.
- We're almost at the pier.
OK.
[horns honking]
Oh, shit. Go, go, go!
Go, go!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! The fuck?
Shit!
All right, just keep going! Go, go!
- Hey, hey, hey!
- I need to get back to my boat.
Australian.
- Hey!
Where are you going to?
I see your face!
- OK, go. - OK.
- Thanks. Thanks.
- I find you!
- [speaking Filipino]
[sirens wailing]
- Hey, Lana, I got to show you something.
Yeah. - Jesus fucking Christ, Denny.
- Yeah, I took them from Aaron's cabin last night.
- Why?
- I was just so fucking angry at him.
I was stupid.
I shouldn't have.
- Wait, were you gonna leave?
- And then this morning, you said you needed passports,
and I thought maybe I could trade one of those for them,
help you out.
- Aaron is gonna go fucking nuts.
- [chuckles]
I mean, you just needed to go home.
I don't know. I don't know what he's gonna do.
- Well...
maybe he doesn't need to find out.
[engine revving]
- Sounds good, yeah?
- Sweet, man.
- Shell!
[knocking] Shell, turn it off!
[engine powers down]
Nice work.
- Denny's back.
♪ ♪
- Where are they, Den?
What the fuck are you up to?
[grunting] - Hey, no!
- Hey! Hey, stop!
- You ran out on me again! - No!
- You don't fucking run out on your brother!
- You know, after last night, I thought about it!
I really fucking did it!
I fucking should have, but I didn't.
I stayed to help.
- Help, huh? Help what? Help yourself?
- To help you, you dick! - You fuck!
- You, you fuck.
To help Lana, to help everyone.
The diamonds were hot, you fucking idiot.
And you would have sat on them until it was too late.
Look, I thought if I could sell them fast,
get a really good price, then we'd all be happy.
- Where are they now? The gems?
The police were just here looking for them.
- They're gone.
- What?
- Denny's friend was fucking murdered by a gang, I think.
- Wait, wait. - Ah.
- You're saying someone's just been killed?
- Yeah. They tried to kill us too.
I lost Denny's bag in the chase. I'm sorry.
- So it's all gone, hmm?
Everything we got is gone, right?
Shit.
- This is bullshit, Den. Where are they?
- Check for yourself.
- Fuck!
- If Denny hadn't taken them,
the police would have found them,
and we would all be fucked.
- We're shipping out right now.
Heinrich, gets the bowline.
- Where's Kitty? - She went looking for you.
Her and Joseph... - Get the fucking bowline!
- We're not leaving without her.
You can't do that.
- I told them not to go after you, OK?
So that's on them.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
- Aaron.
Aaron, hey could be back any minute.
- Those gangster mates of yours, yeah?
They see your face? See where you went? Which boat?
You know, in this part of the world, darling,
you don't mess with people like that.
Hey!
Get off. - [grunts]
- Get off! - Aaron!
- [grunts] - Get your hands off her.
[engine revving]
I don't want to fight again.
- Then don't.
[horn honking]
Release!
- Yeah, it is.
- Don't make eye contact.
[police radio chatter]
- Is that The Blue? - Shit.
Shit. Shit.
Hey!
Guys!
Stop!
Guys! What the fuck?
[shouting] - Wait, they're there!
Aaron, stop the boat!
- [yelling]
- Fucking stop!
- Stop! Aaron!
- Aaron, stop! - Wait for us!
Guys!
Please!
- Come on, man. Fucking stop the boat!
- Stop!
- Aaron!
- Hey!
- Shell! Kitty, come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Kitty!
Kitty!
- Stop! - Kitty!
- Stop the engine!
Release the fucking tender!
- Jump! - Kitty, jump!
- Jump!
- Come on, jump! Jump!
- Jump!
- Keep going! Keep going!
- Aaron, slow down.
Aaron. Come on, man.
You're better than this.
Slow down.
Yeah, OK. [engine slows]
Swim towards the tender!
Come on! - Come on, Kitty!
- Swim towards the tender! - You can do it!
Hurry, Kitty!
Keep swimming!
- You're good.
[engine revving]
- Fuck!
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
- [speaking Filipino]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicking]
[phone ringing]
- [speaking Filipino]
- I saw what you did with the tender.
Thank you.
- Hein, you go take the wheel.
All right, well, maybe we should clear the air.
- Yeah, I think we should.
- As captain,
I will always put the safety of this boat first.
- [snorts]
- I may not always get it right,
but I will try.
So I've made a decision.
We're getting out of the Philippines.
I'm setting a course for Palau, and then down to the Solomons,
and then eventually back home to Australia.
- But don't we get a vote on this?
- No. The police almost dragged us in.
We could have all ended up in a Filipino jail.
- I think we'd be lucky if the police locked us up,
because the alternative is much worse.
- What alternative?
- Well, what we took wasn't stolen.
It wasn't fucking drug money.
It was a ransom paid by a powerful Filipino family
to get back their kidnapped son from a BLF.
- What's the BLF?
- Fucking terrorists.
- Yeah, terrorists, criminals, separatists.
You call them what you fucking like.
We just took the money before they picked it up.
So they did what people like that do:
killed the boy.
14 years old.
- Fuck.
- A boy died because of us.
A fucking human being.
- Those men that were chasing Lana and Denny,
you're saying that they were... - Yeah, BLF. BLF.
They were BLF. What do you think?
- And you led them straight to our boat, Denny?
- It's late.
Do you need a lift home or sort of ride for you?
- Those bullet holes.
When I left The Blue, I went to a bar that we used to drink at.
And the owner said that the crew had
had some trouble down in Mindanao,
in a town called Balakot.
- What kind of trouble?
- I think it was with a local gang or something.
I don't know.
- Why didn't you mention this before?
- I didn't think of it.
I think at the time,
I thought it was maybe just a joke
or stupid tourist gossip.
But those bullet holes... - All right.
So can you remember any specifics on who this gang was?
- No, I don't,
but I think that you need to start looking
for boats heading back to the Philippines.
People get taken hostage.
It happens down there all the time, and...
- All right, calm down.
Look, it's probably like you said, probably just gossip.
But I tell you what.
There's a gentleman in there from the PPS, right?
He is based in Balakot, so he's got...
- PPS? - Yeah.
Philippine Police Service.
Flew in this evening.
- So does he know something?
- Well, I'm just about to sit down with him
and find out what he knows.
But either way, I'll run your rumor past him,
see what he says, OK?
And thanks again, Emma.
Chief Inspector Craven.
- Ready with the tickets?
- Got everything now? - Yeah, thank you.
- Keep safe. Best of luck.
- Passengers with heavy baggage,
contact the driver for stowing prior to the departure.
Final call for train 18 with one carry.
[PA announcement continues]
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪