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[
people screaming
]

[
overlapping conversations
]

[
eerie laughter
]

-Did you love it?
-It was okay.

Okay? I almost wet my panties.

From the ride
or from the way
my hand was...?

You're horrible,
Kevin!

Am I, Jenny?

Yes, but I love it.

MAN:
Oy, that's my bird
you're kissing there, yank.

Don't go
starting trouble, Ian.

Looks like you did
the starting, Jen.

What are you?
An old boyfriend?

No, no, I'm her bloody fiancé,
mate.

You got to have a ring
to be engaged, Ian!

So that's all you care about
now? Getting a ring?

One thing I don't
care about is you.

Guess that says it all.

Let's kick
this sepo's ass.

Is that how you Aussies do it?

Three onto one?

I don't need my mates
to send you
to the scab picker.

Bring it on.

SAILOR:
Hey, wait up, mate!

I'll be seeing you,
yank.

Make it soon.

My ship leaves port
in two days.

It's the USS Chicago.

Come on, mate,
let's go.

Come on,
let's go to my place.

Mm, that turned you on.

Mm, you turn me on.

Mmm...

Let it go, mate.

A slag like Jenny's
not worth it.

It ain't her.

It's the sepo
he wants a piece of.

Go get him, mate.

We'll keep the S.P.S busy.

[
overlapping chatter
]

[
boat horn blaring
]

[
panting
]

[
water splashing
]

Hey! A shark!

And a body!

[
opening theme music playing
]

REPORTER:
Well, it's the third week
of record-breaking lows

and a new front today

will be bringing six more
inches of snow.

Meteorologists are warning
that there may be
another 24 hours

before this system loses steam.

ROBERTS:
Even with the change,

I couldn't get
out of the way.

And I saw the 18-wheeler
and little A.J.'s life
flash before my eyes.

You had the baby with you?

No, ma'am, but as soon
as I realized that

I might end up as roadkill,
all I could think about

was little A.J.
growing up without me.

I see him going off
to kindergarten,

playing high
school football,

graduating
from Annapolis...

Bud, sometimes...
you're... very...

[
sneezes
]

-Gesundheit.
-...strange.

Thank you. You know...

I'm just not going to get
through this winter without
pneumonia.

RABB:
It's the convertible.

I caught colds every winter
when I had my 'Vette.

Now I four-wheel

through the snow,
sip my morning coffee,

listen to Jimmy Lafave.

Very...
[
sneezes
]

Gesundheit.

...funny. Thank you.

Sirs, ma'am,
the admiral would like

to see you in his office, ASAP.
If I may?

-What's up, Gunny?
-Don't know, sir.

But Commander Brumby called him
from Australia this morning.

-Brumby?
-Yes, ma'am.

That man's like a boomerang.

-Oh, thanks.
-Colonel.

Oh, thanks, Gunny.

Anytime, ma'am.

During the Vietnam War,
the USS Chicago made a port call
in Sydney.

One of her sailors was murdered.

Apparently, the Aussies
have apprehended the suspect

a seaman who's been U.A.
from the Royal Australian Navy

-for the last 28 years.
-Not long enough.

There's no statute
of limitations on murder.

Commander Brumby
has requested our assistance.

RABB:
Forensics, sir?

No. Evidently,

the suspect refuses to talk
until he's spoken

to a U.S. Navy
JAG officer.

So says Commander Brumby.

You have reason
to doubt him, Colonel?

Sir, he's been trying
to get me to Australia
since the day he left.

He even offered to buy me
a business-class seat
on Quantas.

Wow.

Probably an upgrade
with mileage.

He e-mails me Sydney's air
and water temps daily.

That's right.

It's summer Down Under.

He even sends me postcards
of the beaches.

As I recall, they're topless.

Wow.

Uh, sir.

But I never, never thought that
he would pull a stunt like this.

Um, he didn't.

He should be...

He didn't, sir?

No, Mac. Um...

he requested Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Roberts.

Oh, uh, Bud, when you're
making flight arrangements
with Commander Brumby,

make sure that he knows
we're expecting favored nations.

Business class
on Quantas, sir?

Uh-huh. Oh, Mac,

what hotel was Mic
going to put you up at?

Not another word.

Come on, Mac, you left yourself
wide open in there.

Yeah, I know, and now you've
all had your laugh,

so drop it!

[
sneezes
]

EVERYONE:
Gesundheit.

-[ door slamming ]
-She's pretty upset, sir.

Of course, it was
pretty embarrassing.

Oh, I don't think
that's it, Bud.

I think that Mac is upset
that Mic didn't ask for her.

Why didn't he
ask for her, sir?

Because he's
one smart dingo.

WOMAN OVER PA:
Quantas Flight 281
has arrived at Gate 37.

WOMAN OVER PA:
Quantas Flight 281
has arrived at Gate 37.

RABB:
Some people
never change.

My thought
exactly, Commander.

Welcome to Oz.

Hello, sir.
Good to see you.

You, too, mate.
How's Harriet
and the baby?

Oh, terrific.
I've got pictures.

I thought you might.

Let me see, mate.

Oh, look at that.

There's his
six-month birthday.

Do those biannually, do you?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

His first sled ride.
His first haircut,

and look at this,
look at this: his first step.

Quite a collection
of firsts.

I know. I'm a little
overenthusiastic,

but little baby
A.J. is my first.

I hope you're working on
not making him your last.

Oh, yes, sir.
I guess you could say that.

Sorry about the dirt, mate.

I was in the outback.
I'll give her a washup
on the weekend.

We going on a
safari, Commander?

Down here,
we call it going bush.

I do it on the weekends.

Roo-bar on the front,
snorkel for crossing streams.

I've got a radio...

To call for help
when you get lost?

Hmm, hmm.

Care to give her
a try, Commander?

-Yeah.
-Oh, we drive on the left.

Might be a bit much for you,

especially after
the long flight.

I slept most of the way.

The wheel's on
the other side, mate.

I know that.
I'm opening
the door for you.

[ sighs ]

Better fasten your
seat belt, Bud.

Driving on the left side
takes a bit of getting used to.

BRUMBY:
So, after Petty Officer
Kevin Lee was murdered,

Seaman Dunsmore went U.A.

and hid out with Jenny Brooker
in Woolgoolga.

Wool-what?

Woolgoolga.

It's an aboriginal name

for a banana-bender
town on the coast.

What's a banana bender, sir?

They grow bananas, Bud,

and that's
what he and Jenny did.

He eventually married her,
using the name Tom Kingsly.

How did he get caught
after 28 years, anyway?

BRUMBY:
He got unlucky.

About ten years ago,
he and Jenny
moved back to Sydney,

opened a restaurant in Manly.

He'd still be there
dishing out prawns if his home

hadn't got burgled
and the burglar got caught.

Uh... sir!

[
tires squealing,
horn honking
]

See, the detective investigating
the robbery was a constable

on the Lee murder investigation
28 years ago.

And among
the items recovered was

was a watch
with the USS Chicago
engraved on the back

and Seaman
Dunsmore's
dog tags.

Kingsly's alias didn't
hold up under scrutiny,

and when the detective found
out Jenny's maiden name

was Brooker, he
arrested Tom Kingsly,

or rather Ian Dunsmore,
and remanded into our custody.

Take a right at the circle.

Down here we go around
the circle to the left, mate.

You said take a right.

BRUMBY:
After going around
the circle to the left.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but in Australia, we drive on
the left-hand side of the road.

Why didn't you tell me?

GUARD: I.D., please?

Thank you, sir.

Thanks, leader.

BRUMBY:
Left, Harm, left.

That's my spot
up ahead between
those two cars, mate.

Better let me park it.

I think that would probably be
a good idea, sir.

I'll give it a try.

My step-father
had a cottage in the Bahamas.

That's where I learned to drive.

Sir...

Don't they drive
on the left-hand side
of the road in the Bahamas?

Bloody hell!

Seaman Dunsmore,
this is Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Roberts

of the United States
Navy JAG Corps.

They've flown 10,000 miles
to hear what you have to say.

I hope it's important.

DUNSMORE: It is, sir.

Thanks for coming, Commander.

You're welcome.
Now, uh... why am I here?

I'll need an American Naval JAG
to protect my rights

once I prove that I didn't
murder Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

But you are not in the American
Navy, Seaman Dunsmore.

Yes, I am, sir.

I'm not Seaman Ian Dunsmore.

[
American accent
]:
I'm Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

BRUMBY:
You're claiming the body found
floating in the harbor

that morning
was Seaman Dunsmore?

Yes, sir.
I switched uniforms
and dog tags with him.

After you murdered him.

I didn't murder him!
It was an accident!

Why didn't somebody
from his ship
identify the body?

Harbor sharks had
a feed on him.

There are sharks
in the harbor?!

It's Australia, mate.
There's sharks
in the bathtub.

You said it was an accident.
What happened?

After the run-in
with Ian and his mates,

Jen and I decided to leave
the park to avoid more trouble.

We ran for the ferry.

It pulled out
just as we got to the dock.

I've lain awake many a night,

wishing we'd got there
just a minute sooner.

[
boat horn blaring
]

[
panting
]

Ian, don't be such an ocker!

Yeah, well, what do you expect
when you take up
with a sepo, eh?

You want to slug it out?

I'm all for it,
but stow the knife.

Oh, I'll stow it...

in your gut,
you sepo bastard!

No, Ian! Stop!

[
people screaming
]

No!

[
screaming
]

JENNY: No! Stop!

Ian, stop!

[
eerie laughter
]

No!

It was an accident.

He tripped over a cleat
and fell on his knife.

If it was an accident,
why didn't you wait
for the police?

I did... for a while.

Then I realized that Ian and I
looked a bit alike

and that swapping identities
would be a way to start over.

Why the need
to start over?

When I was 18,
I was forced to marry a girl
because she was pregnant.

You had a wife and baby?

I didn't love her.
I wasn't even sure
the baby was mine.

I joined the Navy
to get away from them.

You abandoned them!

They got my
military insurance.

Your child grew up
without a father!

Bud, take it easy.

Running away makes
you look guilty.

Jen can testify.
She'll tell you
it was an accident.

The corroborating
testimony of a wife
is next to useless.

Especially one who ran off
with a murderer.

I didn't murder him!

I don't believe you.

All that matters is
what a jury believes.

Then you'll help
me, Commander?

Look, until we verify
you're U.S. Navy

there's nothing we can do.

[
knock at door
]

I'd like to see my wife.

Which one, mate?

I'm sure Commander Brumby
will arrange the visit.

Commander Rabb...

whatever happens...

years with Jen were worth it.

Commanders, I never appreciated
how good you were

at playing good cop-bad cop.

-Who's playing?
-Who's playing?

Why is it so
damn cold in here?

I can barely
sign my name.

Furnace conked out
again, sir.

Well, get the
damn thing fixed!

GALINDEZ:
Maintenance is
on it, Admiral.

But it's older than I am
and it needs to be replaced.

Not in this year's
budget, Gunny.

Tiner and I better start

chopping some firewood,
then, ma'am.

What is it, Gunny?

The FBI reports on those
fingerprints

Commander Rabb e-mailed
from Australia, sir.

Hmm, I see
the deceased is alive.

Yes, sir.
I'm trying to locate his wife

to tell her
the good news-bad news.

"Your husband's alive,
but you've got

to repay the money you got
from Uncle Sam."

Sounds like bad news-bad news.

Yes, ma'am, it does.

We'll have to ship the body

buried here back to Australia.

I prepared the necessary papers
for your signature, sir.

Where's he
interred, Gunny?

Nashville,
Tennessee, ma'am.

I assume you'll want
an NCO to escort
the body home, sir?

Absolutely.

You just signed off
on my cases, sir,

and I have some leave coming,

so I could escort the body
to Sydney.

Protocol only requires
an NCO, ma'am.

Yeah, but considering
the circumstances,

having an officer
escort the remains

is the least we could do.

Hell, I'd like to get
out of this damn cold.

Take a week.

I can't spare you
and Commander Rabb
longer than that.

Dismissed.

Aye, sir.
Thank you. sir.

God, I'd like to be in Australia
to watch this one unfold.

It sounds like
a slam-dunk conviction, sir.

Hell, I'm not talking
about the trial.

[
chuckling
]

[
chirping
]

ROBERTS:
Wow!

It's like an R-rated
Baywatch
out there!

Remember, you're
a married man, Lieutenant.

Some men don't need
reminding, Mic.

Righto. The dead ones.

You boys ready?

Yeah. Um...

Oh, wow, you're
going to make a killing.

Pardon me?

A yank, dress whites,
gold wings...

you're going to have
the girls buzzing.

BRUMBY:
What about me, love?

Sorry, no gold wings.

Yeah, but I've got a 'roo
in my pocket.

[
both laughing
]

A round of beers
and a plate of prawns, please.

I'll have an iced tea.

BRUMBY:
You're in Australia, Harm.

A beer at lunch is
okay in our navy.

I'm not in your navy, Mic.

I'll have an iced tea, too,
please.

A beer for skippy,
two iced teas for the yanks

and prawns for three.

Nice pins for an old girl.

Let's talk about
Petty Officer Lee.

Nothing to talk about
until his identity's
confirmed.

I don't think
he's lying about
who he is, sir.

What would be the point?

I don't know,
but the bugger's
as wily as a dingo.

I'd bet my bars
he murdered

Dunsmore and calling
you here is part of his plan

to wiggle his way out of it.

Did you feel that way
when you thought
he was Dunsmore?

[
phone rings
]

Commander Rabb.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, sir.

Gunny. Hey, how's Washington?

Doing a terrific imitation
of Antarctica, sir.

How's the weather Down Under?

RABB:
You really want to know?

GALINDEZ:
Ha! That good, sir?

Better.

Did you get the fingerprints?

Yes, sir. They belong
to Petty Officer
Kevin Lee, U.S. Navy.

Fingerprints confirm
he's Petty Officer Lee.

The admiral's going
to need to authorize

the return of the body
to Australia.

GALINDEZ:
It's already done, sir.

Colonel MacKenzie's escorting
the remains in the morning.

Mac is?

GALINDEZ:
Yes, sir. She volunteered.

Ask him if Bud's
there with him.

Uh, yes, sir.
If Lieutenant Roberts is there,

his wife would like
a word with him, sir.

Mac is what, Harm?

Oh, Gunny,
it is wild down here!

I haven't seen
so many naked breasts

since... since...

Since when, Bud?!

Harriet?

You didn't tell me
Harriet was on the phone!

Well, I didn't know
you were going to talk
about breasts.

I'm sorry.

She's escorting Gunsmore body
back, isn't she?

I'm sure it was
the admiral's idea.

Must have been.

Harriet's gone.

Probably looking
for a divorce attorney.

Don't be silly.

Harm's right, Bud.
She'd never do that.

Lieutenant Singer would
jump at the chance

to take the case, though.

I'm only kidding, Bud.

Sir, when are we flying home?

As soon as Commander Brumby
releases Petty Officer Lee
into our custody.

Not going to happen, mate.

Why not? I'm sure
the usual port of call
agreement was in effect

at the time
Chicago docked in '72.

That gives us jurisdiction.

BRUMBY:
This isn't some drunken sailor
busting up a pub.

He's one of ours, Mic.

He may be
one of yours,

but he murdered
one of ours
and he did it here.

So, he'll damn well
be tried here.

I think you scared her off,
Commander.

I think she realized
who we were.

You said that
Kevin and Jenny had
a restaurant in Manly.

This wouldn't be it,
would it?

Could be, mate.

So, that was Jenny.

Give the man
a meat pie.

RABB:
Admiral, Kevin Lee is
an American Navy Petty Officer

and as such, I feel he should be
returned to the U.S.

to stand court-martial.

For what, desertion?

RABB: No, sir...
Well, yes, sir, eventually.

Obviously, the murder charges
need to be investigated

and prosecuted
if substantiated.

Commander, the murder happened
in Australia.

Any witnesses,
even if they can be found

are probably in Australia.

The police investigators,
case reports are in Australia.

Now with those givens,

why would we want to initiate
a jurisdiction dispute

to bring all those people
and documents back to the States

for an investigation and trial?

In the interest
of fairness, sir.

Are you doubting the integrity
of the Australian legal system?

RABB:
Not at all, sir.

Admiral, I'm only
thinking of precedent.

We have always tried
to maintain jurisdiction

over Naval personnel accused
of crimes on port calls.

Commander, the man deserted
28 years ago.

I don't think
this case will impact

on jurisdiction in the future.

Yes, sir.

This is because of your dislike
for Commander Brumby, isn't it?

This case will be tried in
an Australian civil court, sir.

Commander Brumby
wouldn't be involved.

Harm, let the Australians
handle it.

I'm sure justice will be done.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Admiral...
one more thing, sir.

Not realizing his wife
was on the phone,

Lieutenant Roberts made
an unfortunate comment
to the gunny.

What did he say?

A slightly libertine one, sir,

involving topless females
on a beach here.

He didn't.

I'm afraid he did, sir.

So he wants me to refloat
his sunk dinghy.

Well, anything
you could do, sir,

I'm sure would be
greatly appreciated.

I'll see what I can salvage.

Thank you, sir.

He's going to talk
to Harriet.

Thank you, sir.

Well?

We're accepting
Australian jurisdiction.

The admiral overruled you,
did he?

I want to speak to Petty Officer
Lee one more time.

He's on his way to Long Bay
Correctional Complex

to await trial, but I can
arrange for you to see him.

You transferred him before
we agreed on jurisdiction.

I never had any doubt
who had jurisdiction.
You did.

When are you
flying home?

When I'm satisfied
that Petty Officer Lee

is properly represented.

You afraid of me being alone
down here with Mac, Harm?

You know, Brumby,
one of these days

you and I are going
to strip blouses.

Always assumed
we would, mate.

Question's only been when.

GALINDEZ:
It's just a guy thing, ma'am.

It doesn't mean anything.

It means my
husband's a lech.

No, it doesn't.

It just means that, you know
guys need to share...
information.

Why does Bud feel
the need to share with you

how many bare-breasted
women he's seen?

Lieutenant, did you ever hear
the story about the guy
who was stranded

on a deserted island
with Julia Roberts?

Julia Roberts
was stranded
on an island?

No, she wasn't, ma'am.
It's a joke.

It's not funny, Gunny.

I haven't finished
telling it, Lieutenant.

So anyway this guy...
this average Joe is stuck

on this island
with Julia Roberts, and...

eventually, one thing
leads to another

if you know what
I mean, ma'am.

They sleep together.

Exactly. And you'd think
it makes him happy,
but it doesn't.

He gets so frustrated
that he has to ask
Julia Roberts

to put on his clothes,

draw a mustache
on her upper lip

and pretend she's a guy
named Fred.

So he's a pervert?

No, ma'am. He just needed
another guy to tell

he was sleeping
with Julia Roberts.

Gunny, are you
trying to tell me

that my husband is
sleeping with

bare-breasted
Australian hussies?

No, ma'am. No, ma'am.

Lieutenant Sims.

Yes, sir?

Come with me.

Yes, sir.

-CHEGWIDDEN: Gunny...
-Yes, sir.

Don't ever get
into family counseling.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harriet...

Does Bud love you?

I'm not sure, sir.

Lieutenant Sims,
does your husband love you?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Dismissed.

Aye, sir.

ROBERTS:
You're not really going
to fight

Commander Brumby, are you?

Why, you don't think
I can take him?

I'm sure you'll put up
a good fight, sir.

But you're not
betting on me.

Well, sir, he's
a professional boxer.

Which is why
you can't fight him,

because his fists are
lethal weapons.

I promise not to sue.

You must really
hate him, sir.

I don't hate him.

He just bugs me.
He always has.

I don't know if it's
that smug grin

or that Crocodile
Dundee accent
or the way he...

Chases after
Colonel MacKenzie, sir?

Et tu, brute?

Sir, with all
due respect,

I think there's some validity
to what Commander Brumby said.

Look, Mac has either
been a partner

or a worthy adversary
for the past four years.

I just don't want to see
her make another bad
choice with a man.

Well, are you certain
that Commander Brumby
is a bad choice, sir?

What, you don't
think so?

Sir! Is that
Clayton Webb?

Hey, Mr. Webb!

[
speaking French
]

[
man speaking French
]

I guess it isn't him.

Either that, or he's
on a mission and he couldn't
acknowledge us.

What kind of mission
would he be on in
Australia, sir?

Well, by the looks of that
woman, mission impossible!

MAN:
Cell block six, section B,
your time privileges are now...

RABB:
Sorry, Petty Officer Lee,

but my request for JAG
jurisdiction was denied.

I don't care who tries
to hang me, Commander.

Or maybe I do.

You'd not only court-martial me
for murder

but tag on desertion.

Well, after all these years,

unless they're wanted
for some offense

deserters from
the Vietnam conflict

are just given
an administrative separation.

Is that true, sir?

Usually.

But I think that desertion is
the least of your worries.

We saw your wife today.

[
chuckles
]

How was she?

She seemed in good spirits.

Of course she's in good spirits.

She knows I didn't murder Ian.

She told you that,
didn't she?

I didn't talk to her.

Why not, sir?

I didn't know that I was
in your restaurant.

I didn't know
she was your wife

until she overheard us
discussing the case

and then
she ran off.

Jen ran off?

As fast as she could.

Well, she's sensitive.

Probably upset hearing about it.

Look, if she's that sensitive,

how's she going to handle being
on the witness stand?

Well, you said the jury
wouldn't believe her, sir.

No, they probably won't,
but she's the only person

who can corroborate
your story.

The irony is,
if she was testifying

against you,
they'd probably believe her.

That's why a wife can't testify
against a husband.

You'll calm her down, Commander.

I can't defend you
in an Australian court.

Can't you get me a dispensation
or something?

Look, even if I could,
why would you want me
to represent you?

[
sighs
]

No matter how many years
I've lived here,

in that courtroom,
I'll still be a yank

who murdered an Aussie
to get his girl.

You saw how Commander Brumby
went after me.

You think a local defense lawyer
will put up a fight against him?

Commander Brumby
won't be prosecuting you.

He said he was.

-He's the yank?
-Yes, sir, that's him.

Captain Howell, Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Roberts

of the United States Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps.

Welcome to
Australia,
gentlemen.

Thank you, sir.
It's a pleasure to be here.

You don't look it.

Sir?

You look like the beer
boatswain cut your ration.

If you've got a problem,
Commander, let's hear it.

Captain, are you familiar
with the case
of Petty Officer Kevin Lee?

HOWELL:
Enough to know
that you disagree

with the decision to allow us
to prosecute him.

Sir, my disagreement ended
the moment Admiral Chegwidden
made that decision, though, sir,

I do think the admiral
would be chagrined

to discover Commander Brumby
is prosecuting.

Our Supreme Court decided it was
the only fair thing to do.

Fair, sir?

When Admiral
Chegwidden
relinquished jurisdiction,

he requested you be permitted
to act as defending counsel.

The Supreme Court agreed.

That's fair,
don't you think?

Yes, sir.

So, it's me against you.

That's right, mate.

You and me.

Excuse me,
Commander.

Yes, sir?

Ian's mum tells me
that you're going

to prosecute the sepo
that murdered Ian.

-That's correct, Mister...?
-Oh, uh...

Chief Barry Toohey,
retired.

I got a pub
down in Bellemaine.

Ian and I were
shipmates on the Swan.

He was
a good mate, sir.

I knew
he didn't desert.

Do you know anything
about the night
he was murdered?

I was there.

-At Luna Park?
-Yes, sir.

I know enough to hang
that sepo bastard!

Thank you, Colonel.

Will you be needing
transportation, ma'am?

MacKENZIE:
Not necessary. Thank you.

MAN:
Squad, turn!

Forward
march!

Left wheel!

[
chuckles
]
Welcome to Australia, Colonel.

[
sneezes
]

Oh.

Thanks. I ran
out of tissues.

No worries.
We'll bake
that cold out of you.

Oh, it's so nice
and warm here.

Look, I'm off duty.

What do you say to a day
at the beach?

Oh, that sounds great.

You know, I... I
expected Harm and Bud

to meet me here.

They're meeting
with their defendant.

Harm is defending
Petty Officer Lee?

Won't do him any good, though.

I'm prosecuting.

Oh, Mic.

RABB:
Your wife should have been here
half an hour ago.

Saturday... it's a shark-feeding
frenzy at the restaurant.

And, with me here,
Jen's shorthanded.

She did agree to meet us?

Of course she did.

I calmed her down.

I told her
everything would be fine
as long as she told the truth.

Bud, why don't
you call the uluru

and find out
if she's left yet.

Yes, sir.

-[
door buzzing
]
-Dunsmore's body should
be arriving about now.

You know...

in a funny way, I owe him.

Why, if he'd
spent that weekend with Jen
instead of his mates...

[ chuckles ]
she and I would never have met.

Dunsmore would still be alive,
and you wouldn't have deserted.

Or would you?

Is that important to my defense?

It's important
to your defense
attorney.

You lost someone in Vietnam.

Your father?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You must really despise me.

I don't despise you.

I just don't have
a great deal of respect for you.

But you will
defend me, sir?

On the murder charge,
not on the desertion.

But you said I'd get
an administrative separation
and be set free.

Lieutenant Roberts said that.
I didn't.

But, unfortunately,
he's correct.

-Unfortunately?
-RABB:
What do you want me to say?

My father died doing his duty.

You lived running from yours.

If that's the way you feel,

how can I trust that
you won't let them hang me?

Because, like my father,
I do my duty.

[
door buzzing
]

I got ahold
of uluru.

The guy who answered said
that Jenny was too busy working

to come to the phone.

Did he tell her who was calling?

Yeah. I heard him.

She said, "Hang up,"
and he did.

That's my Jen...

business before anything.

Even your life?

I can't believe
this is February.

It's beautiful,
isn't it?

It is gorgeous!

I mean, the air is so clean,
and the water's so blue.

A few sharks
down there, though.

What? In the harbor?

Yeah. Not
the man-eaters, though.

The sharks you got
to worry about wear Speedos.

RABB:
You're pretty quiet, Bud.

You all right?

Yes, sir.
The colonel left
a message for me at the B.Q.

She invited me
to dinner tonight.

Really?

Harriet asked her

so that I
wouldn't be lonely.

That means
Harriet's forgiven you.

I don't
think so, sir.

The colonel
left Washington

before I made that
stupid phone call.

RABB:
So Mac doesn't know?

No, sir, and
I'd appreciate it

if you didn't
say anything.

You need to call
Harriet, Bud.

I was kind of waiting

until after the admiral
smoothed things over, sir.

Call your wife,
Lieutenant.
That's an order.

They're 16 hours
behind us, sir.

It's, uh... it's
almost midnight there.

I can wake up baby A.J.

You chicken.

[
boat horn blaring
]

Yes, sir.

MAN OVER P.A.:
Circular quay ferry
now arriving at Manly Beach.

Circular quay ferry
now arriving at Manly Beach.

MacKENZIE:
It's been so long
since I've had time off,

I'm afraid I've forgotten
how to have fun.

Well, I'm not worried.
I'll fix that.

[
chuckles
]

ROBERTS:
Well, would you like
to join us tonight, Commander?

No, thanks, Bud.
I got to bone up

on my Australian rules
of criminal procedure.

Shouldn't I go
with you, sir?

No, you go
to dinner with Mac.

Better you than Brumby.

MacKENZIE:
Oh, the sand feels great.

It's so warm
between my toes.

BRUMBY:
Nicest beaches
in the world.

Beats the hell out of
being stuck in D.C.,
doesn't it?

[
gasps
]

Oh, God, it's beautiful.

I knew you'd love it.

What's not to love?

Very nice.

Your bikini, that is.

Yeah, I knew that's
what you meant.

Yeah, but you're
in Australia, Mac.

Wear an Aussie bikini.

I'm afraid to ask.

Oh, no worry,
it's just a two-piece:

a hat and a bottom.

RABB:
Jenny, I'm
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is
Lieutenant Roberts.

We're your
husband's attorneys.

I know who you are.

Two dozen rock oysters,
one barramundi

and a blue swimmer
crab salad.

You didn't show up
at the conference.

Like I could leave here, eh?

Where are the prawns
for table eight?

MAN:
Coming up.

Don't you care
if your husband's
convicted of murder?

Why don't you just
put it on the telly?

If that's what it takes
to get you to talk to us.

Prawns are
for table eight.

Let's walk.

What's going on?

MacKENZIE:
Mic, I'm a Marine colonel.

I have to maintain
a certain level
of decorum.

You're not a Marine colonel
out here, Mac.

You're the most beautiful
woman on the beach.

Uh... why don't you
just tie it behind my back

so I don't
get strap marks?

Aw, come on, Mac.

When in Rome...

Did you talk to the prosecutor,
Jenny?

An Australian Commander
named Brumby?

I did.

What did you tell him?

What I could
remember.

That's all we want to hear,
Mrs. Lee.

I'm not Mrs. Lee.

That's some woman
back in the States.

You didn't know?

You think I'd have
married Kevin
if I'd known?

No, ma'am,
I can see that you wouldn't.

Twenty-eight years...

and he never once told me
that he had a wife and a kid.

Jenny, what happened that night
on the ferry dock?

I knew that Ian
and his mates

weren't going
to give it up,

so I asked Kevin to leave.

We ran for the ferry,

but it pulled out
before we could get on board.

While we were waiting
on the dock, Ian found us.

They had words,
and then Ian pulled out a knife.

Was there anybody
else on the dock?

No. The ferry
had just pulled out.

There wasn't another one
for half an hour.

So they fought.

Like a couple of dingoes.

Kevin grabbed Ian
around the neck
and spun him round

and held off
the other hand with the knife.

They struggled
like this for a bit

and then Ian
tripped over a cleat
and fell on his knife.

What did you do?

Bloody screamed is what I did!

I guess no one heard
because the noise
from the park was so loud.

Did Seaman Dunsmore
die instantly?

What do you think?
He had a knife
through his heart!

Jenny, you've just told us
exactly what Kevin told us.

That's what you wanted
to hear, wasn't it?

No, I want to hear
your recollection

of what happened
that night, not Kevin's.

You don't want to know
what I remember, Commander.

What I remember will hang him.

Sir, is that Colonel
MacKenzie topless?

[
closing theme music playing
]