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JUDGE: Colonel Vickers, has the court determined the verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Will the accused please rise?

VICKERS: Corporal Caleb Farmer, having been found guilty

of the premeditated murders of Captain Darrin Phifer,

Lieutenant Cory Ware,

and Lance Corporal Jesse Gonsalves

this court-martial sentences you to be put to death.

[ opening theme music playing ]

CHEGWIDDEN: Does the name Corporal Caleb Farmer

mean anything to either of you?

-Not to me, sir. -It vaguely rings a bell, sir.

Thirteen years ago, Corporal Farmer opened fire

on his fellow Marines on an exercise field.

Killed three, wounded seven.

Right-- he was sentenced to death, wasn't he, sir?

He was. He's been sitting on death row in Leavenworth

since 1989, filing appeals.

Too bad.

I take it you're in favor

of the death penalty, Colonel?

For certain crimes, like slaughtering Marines.

And you, Commander?

Australia has no death penalty, sir

but I agree with the colonel.

For some crimes, it's the only fit punishment.

CHEGWIDDEN: Corporal Farmer's appeal

has reached its final level--

the Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces.

I don't believe either one of you

have ever argued before that court.

Correct, sir, but I'm prepared to.

As I am, too, sir.

Good, good.

Colonel, I'm assigning you the Farmer appeal

and I am confident that your enthusiasm

for capital punishment will not stop you

from defending your client zealously.

My client? If I may, Admiral,

I would much rather represent the government.

Commander Brumby's representing the government.

MACKENZIE: Sir, Australia doesn't even have the death penalty.

Well, we do and he's here. That'll be all.

-Yes, sir. -Aye, sir.

BRUMBY: Come on, Mac, it's not that bad.

It's just a job.

If I win, a monster gets to keep on living.

Then don't worry, you won't win.

Bud, I need the Whitman pleading.

Uh, yes, sir.

It's right on my desk. I'll go get it for you.

Oh, and by the way, I was right about

U.S. v. Ravner.

Apparently, the case law says that...

I'm not here.

Sir?

-Bud! -Ms. Peterson.

Look, I only have a minute.

They told me I can't double-park outside.

Are we at war or something?

Well, not that I know of.

Listen, tell Chegwidden

that I'm almost done editing

that recruiting commercial

but I need that aerial footage he said he'd get.

And double-time; I'm renting the editing suite by the hour.

Admiral Chegwidden...

aerial footage.

Is Rabb here?

I don't think so.

Well, I need him for looping.

His line readings are a mess.

Commander Rabb... line readings.

No, no, no.

Looping.

It's like talking.

It's something civilians do.

-[ pager beeping] -Oh...

And tell Tiner to stop paging me.

No, I cannot introduce him to an agent.

MACKENZIE: The last President to sign an execution order

-was Eisenhower. -Hi.

Are you in the Navy, too?

-Uh, Marine Corps. -Too bad.

I could have used you for balance.

Well, have your people call my people.

Commander Brumby, Royal Australian Navy.

Wrong market.

Colonel...

What's this?

Thank you, Petty Officer.

The Farmer files, ma'am.

The admiral ask me to gather these for you.

Careful, Gunny.

Yes, ma'am.

Gunny, is there something you'd like to share with me?

I was stationed at Camp Pendleton in '86, ma'am.

Sergeant Kryler was a... isa friend of mine.

-Sergeant Kryler? -One of the men

your client shot, ma'am.

He left him quadriplegic.

I'm sorry, Gunny.

Did you know Corporal Farmer?

I knew of him.

He worked in the armory; a real loser.

With all due respect, Colonel, I hope you lose your appeal.

Well, either way,

you do at least understand the need for Corporal Farmer

to have a strong advocate in court.

No, I don't, ma'am.

I think he should just fry in hell; the sooner the better.

Thank you for you candor, Gunny.

That will be all.

All right, ma'am.

[ sighing]

Looked over the Farmer files yet, Colonel?

No, I just got them.

It'll have to wait till I get back.

Oh, where you going?

Leavenworth. I've decided to go see him.

Oh, you want some company?

How would it look

if the defense counsel showed up to visit her client

with a prosecutor along to hold her hand?

Sounds fine to me, especially the hand-holding part.

Master Sergeant Lochsig reporting with the prisoner.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.

I'll be representing you at the appeal.

Could you unchain him, please?

Sorry, ma'am, all prisoners on death row

remain manacled during visits.

As I'm sure you know, Colonel...

but I appreciate the gesture.

Have a seat.

SOLIDER: I'll be right outside the door, ma'am.

So, Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, why are you here?

It's Colonel, or Colonel MacKenzie or ma'am

and I already told you why I'm here.

I'm representing you at your appeal.

You could've just looked at the transcripts, ma'am.

You wanted to see the Marine killer yourself,

see if I was worth the effort?

Are you?

I took three lives...

that was wrong of me.

No excuses?

Well, I could say they made my life miserable,

I asked for help

and I got none

they drove me to drink, and I lost my mind...

but, no, there's no excuse for what I did.

Then why the appeal?

'Cause I don't want to die.

Neither did your victims.

I like your hostility, Colonel.

It's honest.

Will you help me?

I've been ordered to help you.

And you always follow orders, don't you, ma'am?

HARM: It's an honor and a privilege

to serve.

There, you see the problem?

No.

Well, you need to be stronger,

a little vibrato in your voice.

Give me Patton.

And remember, you go

on the imaginary fourth beat, okay?

Harry, roll it.

HARRY: 131 Apple, take two.

[ beeping]

It's an honor and a privilege to serve.

Good, good.

But, you know, I'm not sure about the line.

Try "It's an honor and a pleasure to serve."

I think we need to emphasize the positive.

But I say "privilege" up there.

Yeah, well, you can match it.

Privilege... pleasure.

Ma'am, it is a privilege to serve.

It's not a pleasure.

It's... it's... it can occasionally be a pleasure,

but "privilege" is correct.

This is a very odd way to make a living.

And being in the Navy isn't?

No, being in the Navy is an honor and a privilege...

and sometimes a pleasure.

I'll try it.

Okay, let's just try one. Harry?

Evening, Bud.

Colonel, how was your trip?

Oh, I don't know.

Did you get to meet Farmer?

Oh, yes.

What was he like, ma'am?

Smaller than I expected.

Did he seem...

like, uh, I don't know...

Worth saving?

Like a murderer?

He reminded me of a broken-down, one-eyed alley cat

that used to live on our street.

Bird killer.

You know, you loathed him

and felt sorry for him at the same time.

You should go home, ma'am.

I know, Bud-- soon.

Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

[ knocking on door]

Hey.

Hey, you busy?

No. Just kicking around, listening to music-- you know.

Come on in.

You want some tea?

Oh, sure.

So, how was Leavenworth?

[ sighing]: Gruesome.

Suppose you discovered the original defense counsel

failed to exploit mitigating factors in a capital case?

What were the mitigating factors?

Intoxication at the time of the crime,

repeated denial of psychiatric care,

harassment by other Marines.

What was counsel's defense?

The defendant's previous good conduct.

You know, a lot of lawyers in the '80s

felt that was the way to go with capital cases.

So, what's the problem, anyway?

I mean, you fry the guy's legal smarts in court,

hope you dent at least one judge's sensibilities

win the appeal-- all in a day's work.

Fry the guy?

Yeah, the original counsel.

We know the other counsel.

Commander A.J. Chegwidden.

[ knocking on door]

CHEGWIDDEN: Enter.

Good afternoon, Admiral.

Colonel, did we have a meeting scheduled?

No, sir.

I thought you might want to take a look at this.

It's my appellate brief, sir.

I thought you'd want to review it before I filed it.

And I would want to do that because...?

Because I'm arguing

inadequacy of defense counsel as the basis for my appeal, sir.

Well, if that's what you think is best for your client.

Admiral, you must have known that this could happen when you assigned me the case.

Colonel, have you reviewed all the case records thoroughly?

-Of course. -Have you examined alternative grounds

-for appeal? -Yes, sir.

Have you found a ground

stronger than the one you've chosen?

No, sir.

Then submit your brief to the court, counselor.

Aye, aye, sir.

MACKENZIE: Corporal Caleb Farmer was effectively

denied his Sixth Amendment right to counsel

because his defense attorney

failed to exploit certain mitigating factors

during the course

of the defendant's trial for murder.

Counsel's errors were so grievous

that the defendant was deprived...

Colonel MacKenzie,

are you implying that Admiral A.J. Chegwidden

the Navy's Judge Advocate General, was incompetent?

Inadequate counsel

in one instance

does not make an attorney incompetent per se, Your Honor,

but the fact remains--

then-Commander Chegwidden failed to emphasize

mitigating factors that might have led to a different verdict

or a less severe sentence.

Like what? "I didn't mean it. I was drunk."

Mitigating circumstances are not excuses

for behavior, Your Honor

but the defense counsel should have argued

that alcohol impairs judgment and impulse control.

Furthermore, Corporal Farmer

sought psychiatric help--

a request that was repeatedly denied.

Wouldn't that have given strong evidence

that the defendant was aware of the wrongfulness of his act?

Possibly.

It might also have shown

that Corporal Farmer sought to prevent his act.

There can be no justification

for Corporal Farmer's actions,

but there is room for understanding and compassion,

if all the facts are known.

Commander Chegwidden failed to present the crime

in its appropriate context.

That is an error so egregious that it warrants a new trial.

Emphasizing the defendant's drinking

and mental health problems

may very well have strengthened the case against the defendant.

Commander Chegwidden was correct in emphasizing, instead,

Corporal Farmer's exemplary military record.

Obviously, that argument didn't sway the members of the court.

That points more to the heinous nature of the crime

than the incompetence of counsel.

Come on, Commander.

There have been plenty of heinous crimes committed

where defense counsel successfully argued

mitigating circumstances.

The Menendez brothers

and alleged parental abuse;

Dan White and the Twinkie defense.

May I remind the court those were all civilian trials.

A military court is less easily swayed.

And may I remind you, Commander, we're all civilian judges here.

BRUMBY: Yes, Your Honor, but no amount of mitigation

can withstand the sheer horror of this crime.

Let justice be done.

Let the verdict and the sentence stand.

This hearing is adjourned.

Uh, hold the door, please.

Uh, thank you, sir.

MACKENZIE: Oh, it was brutal.

I thought you said he didn't say anything.

Exactly.

I don't know.

Maybe I should just go home

and drown my sorrows in a vintage mineral water.

[ typing, computer beeping]

Um... do you have plans for dinner?

Can't.

Okay. No problem.

-Oh, pardon me. -Oh!

Blimey! That was brutal.

I keep replaying the hearing in my head,

wondering if I said the right things.

I felt like a babbling idiot.

-You were great-- I was the idiot. -I don't think so.

Want to see who babbles better over dinner?

Tonight?

In other words, you can't make it.

I can.

Orsatti's? 8:30?

-[ phone ringing] -I'll pick you up.

I'll meet you there.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

How did it go, Colonel?

It's hard to say.

Well, what's your gut feel?

I won some points, the other side won some points.

You won somepoints, ma'am?

I'll call you as soon as I hear something.

When are you coming to see me?

I don't know.

I'll call you as soon as I hear something.

Here you go, sir, and thank you very much.

When did I become his guardian angel?

Who else does he have, Mac?

He's a convicted murderer, Mic, not my brother.

So what are you angry about?

Because, now, I know him.

He has a face

and a voice.

Am I boring you?

No. I'm sorry.

Is that the woman who shot the commercial?

Renee Peterson-- bitch director from hell.

Am I being too catty?

Yeah, but don't stop.

She cleans up well.

Is she alone?

Waiting for someone.

I cannot imagine the kind of guy who would go out with her.

He'd have to be a whipped mama's boy

who loves being dominated.

You think so?

Yeah, or a potbellied

sugar daddy who promised to finance her big movie.

Oh, I don't know.

You're right, you're right.

A mindless, trophy

-boy toy. -Getting warmer.

Let me know when he gets here.

He's here.

Hey.

MACKENZIE: How long have you been seeing her?

How long you been seeing Brumby?

I'm not seeing him.

What did you do after dinner?

What did you do?

Attention on deck!

As you were.

I'm sure you're all aware of the Australian role

in the peacekeeping mission in East Timor.

With that in mind, I just received word

from the Royal Australian Navy

they're recalling Commander Brumby.

All hands on deck.

Colonel,

this will impact you the most.

Sir?

I'm transferring Brumby's caseload to you.

Take some

distribute the rest among the staff.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'll be happy to take some of those cases, Colonel.

She'd be happy to take allthe cases.

I- I mean...

I admire your enthusiasm, Lieutenant.

I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing Commander Brumby well.

[ knocking on door]

CHEGWIDDEN: Enter.

TINER: Excuse me, Admiral.

This just arrived from the Court of Appeals, sir.

Thanks, Tiner.

Don't you want to look at it first, sir?

Go ahead.

The court has upheld the guilty verdict,

but they've granted a new sentencing hearing

on the basis of inadequate counsel.

CHEGWIDDEN: "The Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces concludes

"that the failure of defense counsel

"to submit relevant

"mitigating circumstances

"deprived the defendant

of the effective assistance of counsel."

Congratulations, Colonel.

Seems your, uh... appeal strategy was well chosen.

I take no satisfaction in my victory, sir.

Why not? You did an excellent job.

A man on death row may get off because of it.

At the expense of the admiral's reputation.

[ knocking]

Just a minute.

Lock it up, Marine.

You sure the hell did not join this office

to protect my damn reputation.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

At ease.

Enter.

Sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: Commander Rabb.

The colonel was just accepting my congratulations

on an outstanding job on the Farmer appeal.

Oh, well, may I add my congratulations, sir?

Colonel.

CHEGWIDDEN: In fact, you did so well, you'll continue

representing Corporal Farmer

during his new sentencing hearing.

Sir, I really don't think I'm the best person for the job.

On the contrary. Commander--

since Brumby's leaving, you'll be

representing the government. You've never argued

a capital case before, is that correct?

No, sir.

Do you have a problem with that?

No, sir.

MACKENZIE: What do we gain by executing him?

Well, for one thing, we act in accordance with the law.

The law allows a sentence of life in prison.

You can make that deal.

Mac, he committed the murders prior to '97.

He's eligible for parole

after ten years' imprisonment-- that's now.

You don't think a parole board would ever release him?

Probably not.

Well, then, why kill him?

That's a question you might want to ask

the victims' families.

Harm...

Mac, it is not up to us to decide

if he lives or dies, anyway.

That's what juries are for.

RABB: Agent Matlovich, how long after

Caleb Farmer shot and killed

three fellow Marines did you apprehend him?

Well, we got there about 30 minutes

after the shooting began.

An armed detachment

of Marines had secured the area

and was about to move in when we arrived.

What was he doing at the time, sir?

He was just sitting there--

drinking from a bottle of bourbon and crying.

What kind of weaponry did he have?

He had a sniper rifle with a telescopic sight

and an M-16.

The spent casings indicated he'd fired about 50 rounds.

And what did this suggest to you?

MATLOVICH: Premeditation, and the desire

to inflict as much bodily harm as possible.

Objection, speculation.

The defendant's intent to inflict bodily harm has been

well established. Overruled.

RABB: Nothing further.

Did you find anything else in Caleb Farmer's car?

An empty bottle of bourbon.

And what was the defendant's blood alcohol level

when you took him into custody?

0.14%.

Making him legally intoxicated.

-Yes, ma'am. -To the point where

his judgment was impaired and impulse control inhibited?

RABB: Objection-- the witness

is not an expert on the effects of alcohol.

MACKENZIE: The witness is an experienced

NCIS officer who's investigated

many crimes involving alcohol.

I'll allow it.

Can that much alcohol impair judgment

and inhibit impulse control?

It can.

Thank you.

Redirect?

Agent Matlovich,

seven Marines

were wounded by M-16 fire.

There were three fatalities due to a sniper rifle.

Is it possible to fire a rifle with the expertise

that Caleb Farmer demonstrated

if he were intoxicated to the point where

his faculties were impaired?

Objection. The witness has no basis upon which

to render that judgment.

RABB: The witness is an experienced NCIS officer

having investigated many crimes involving alcohol, Your Honor.

I'll allow the question. Overruled.

MATLOVICH: If he were that drunk, sir, I don't think

he could hit his targets as well, no.

So one explanation for the deadly accuracy

that Mr. Farmer demonstrated

is that he drank after the ambush

while he was waiting

to be apprehended.

That's feasible, yes.

RABB: Thank you.

No further questions, sir.

No recross, Your Honor.

The Government calls Alex Kryler to the stand, sir.

Semper fi.

Do you swear the evidence you give

will be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Thank you for coming today, Mr. Kryler.

I know this must be difficult for you.

I wanted to come.

Will you recount for us, please, Mr. Kryler,

the events which took place

the morning of September 22, 1986,

which led to your being paralyzed?

I was a Staff Sergeant with the 26th Marine

Expeditionary Unit, stationed at Camp Pendleton.

We were on the exercise field when the shooting began.

Sniper fire was coming from a ridge above the PT field.

Captain Phifer ran toward the ridge.

I followed.

Clear!

-[ gunshot] -Right there.

The captain was about 50 feet away from the sniper

when he went down.

I was crawling toward the captain

to pull him out of the line of fire when I saw the shooter.

He knew who I was.

He looked me right in the eye.

And he fired.

Is the man who fired the shots in this courtroom?

Him.

RABB: Let the record reflect the witness has indicated

Caleb Farmer, the defendant.

No further questions.

What nickname did your unit have for the defendant?

Barney Fife.

And why did you call him that?

Because he acted like he was a bad-ass Marine,

talking about how he wanted to go to Lebanon

and kick butt. He was a cartoon.

Everyone thought so.

Were you present when the defendant's boots

were stuffed with dog feces during an overnight mission?

I knew about it.

Well, how about when

his sleeping bag was set on fire?

We wanted him out of the Marine Corps.

He didn't belong.

The guys tormented him, didn't they?

Torment?

You have no idea what torment is, Colonel.

You hear me,

you miserable excuse

for a human being?

They should've injected you years ago!

JUDGE: Mr. Kryler...

Look what you did, you son of a bitch!

Mr. Kryler!

Look at me, you sicko!

Are you satisfied?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Then die.

They're going to kill me, aren't they?

We need a witness

to speak for you.

There's nobody, ma'am.

There's got to be someone--

a parent, a relative, a friend.

Someone that you did a favor for.

Someone to say that you were kind to dogs,

all right?

Help me out here, Caleb.

Nobody.

Would you do something for me, Colonel?

What?

Would you be there when they do it?

If you want me to, I'll be there.

MAN: In 1986, I was a counselor

assigned to the family service center at Pendleton.

Did you counsel Caleb Farmer?

Yes, sir. Five times during the spring and summer of '86.

He was upset about

the treatment he was receiving

from the Marines in his unit.

Did he tell you that he planned

to kill the Marines who were bothering him?

He did.

You didn't take him seriously.

No, he was... angry

but he seemed rational.

I figured he was venting.

So, when he actually carried out his threat,

did he understand the wrongfulness of his act?

Yes, I believe he did.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Your witness.

Mr. Messers, do you have a medical degree?

No, I, uh, have a Master's in Social Work.

So on the basis of this training

you decided that Caleb Farmer was sane and rational.

Well, he was depressed and had anxieties, but...

he wasn't insane.

What did you prescribe for his depression and anxiety?

I suggested anger management techniques.

In fact, didn't you suggest that he pretend he was a duck

and let the teasing roll off his back like water?

It's a proven technique.

Did Caleb Farmer ask you to refer him to a psychiatrist?

He did, but if I had referred him

to a psychiatrist, it would have gone

in his permanent record

and his military career would have been over.

Would you please read this report,

prepared by a Navy psychologist

after Farmer's arrest?

Just the highlighted portion, please.

"Subject possesses a marked personality disorder

with paranoid tendencies."

He asked you for help and you told him

to pretend he was a duck.

It's nice to know that you were concerned

about his military career.

No further questions.

MACKENZIE: To a safe journey.

BRUMBY: Cheers.

MACKENZIE: I'm glad you came tonight.

Well, I'm glad you invited me.

I only had 72 hours left to figure out

how I was going to get you alone.

Do you think you'll come back to the States?

I certainly hope so.

You Yanks are an entertaining lot.

You want me to come back?

Of course.

No, Mac.

I mean, do you want me to come back to you?

Mic...

why do you keep after me?

Because you haven't told me to stop...

have you?

♪ I might've been ♪

♪ Willing to share the truth in my heart ♪

♪ Truth in my heart... ♪

I can't.

I mean, you're going... back to Australia.

It's your dream come true, isn't it?

No danger of commitment.

Isn't that what you were afraid of?

Is that what I said?

It's not what you meant.

Look...

I'm just not in a good place right now.

I mean, this trial... I've got a man's life in my hands.

Two men's lives.

[ phone rings]

Hello?

This is Colonel MacKenzie.

What? When?

Yeah, all right.

Farmer tried to kill himself.

They should have just let me die.

Well, if that's what you want,

there's no need to gouge your wrist

with a sharpened spoon.

The government'll be happy to kill you.

Well, they're taking too long.

Am I wasting my time

fighting to keep you alive?

Stop fighting!

You tell them I want that injection now.

-No. -Why not?

Don't tell me it's because you care what happens to me.

Because you are no longer a threat to anyone.

Because maybe, maybeyou'll find a way

to atone for what you did.

Why are you here?

So you wouldn't be alone.

RABB: What kind of a man was your husband, Mrs. Phifer?

Oh, the kind you dream you'll marry:

Generous, loving, devoted to me and the kids...

dedicated to the Marine Corps.

Did it bring your family any comfort, ma'am, when...

former Corporal Farmer sent you a letter

apologizing for killing your husband?

It may have brought himcomfort, not us.

RABB: Thank you.

[ clears throat]

I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Phifer.

You said your husband was... a compassionate man?

Yes.

If you could reach out and ask him:

"Do you want us to execute the man who killed you?"

What do you think he'd say?

I'd think he'd say, "No, I do not."

Thank you, Mrs. Phifer.

Not for killing Darrin, but for leaving me

without a husband and my children without a father

and for killing the other Marines

and destroying their families?

Yes, I think Darrin would want him executed.

Sir, the government rests.

You may step down, ma'am.

Defense may call its first witness.

[ whispering]

Uh, we have no witnesses, Your Honor,

but the defendant would like

to make an unsworn statement.

JUDGE: The defendant will rise.

Proceed.

If you decide to kill me, I wouldn't blame you,

but if you decide to let me live...

I will make a solemn vow to live the rest of my life

seeking redemption from God and from my fellow man.

Maybe somehow, something good could... still come of all this.

You know...

someone once said...

"A man is more than just the worst thing he's ever done."

I pray it's true.

That's all I have to say.

RABB: You want to order in?

I'm not hungry.

Brumby coming later?

I have to work on my closing argument.

But what about you? Don't you have a date with Cecilia B. Demille?

Oh, if you mean Renee? No.

Hmm. You know, you have to tell me what you see in her sometime.

She's a multilayered personality.

Mmm... how many of those layers have you peeled off?

I'm going to return to work.

Harm?

[ sighing]

Do you think he should die?

As I said before, that's not up to us to decide.

I know. Do youthink he should die?

My job is to convince the members he should

and that's what I intend to do.

Practicing closing arguments on each other?

Something like that, sir.

My advice?

Don't look at the widow; don't look at the defendant.

Good night.

Nothing can excuse what Caleb Farmer did-- nothing.

To mow down, with premeditated precision

his fellow Marines

unarmed and unaware--

that is a crime which cannot be mitigated

by what you've heard at this hearing.

You must sentence him to death.

That is your terrible burden.

It is also your duty.

It is normal to feel sorrow

at the thought of taking another man's life,

but bear in mind

it is that sorrow which sets decent people apart

from murderers like Caleb Farmer.

MACKENZIE: I believe that when a person commits a crime so heinous

that we cannot comprehend its horror

that person ceases to be human and becomes a monster.

It's okay to kill monsters.

Caleb Farmer is not a monster.

He is a human being-- troubled and sick-- but human.

And I'm not saying we shouldn't punish him.

Of course, he must be punished

but make him live out the rest of his days behind bars.

He can't hurt us anymore

and let us be human beings, too.

The defense will rise.

General Perry, announce the sentence, please.

Caleb Farmer, this court-martial sentences you

to be put to death.

JUDGE: The defendant will be held

at the United States Disciplinary Barracks

at Fort Leavenworth,

until such time as execution is carried out.

Remember what you promised me.

Remember what you promised me!

BRUMBY: Well, I appreciate your hospitality, Admiral.

It's been an honor serving under your command.

Well, I appreciate your work, Commander.

Expect an outstanding fitrep from me.

Thank you, sir.

You know, if you're ever in Sydney,

you should look me up; I know a few places

you could go.

King's Cross.

Have you been there, sir?

[ laughing]: Oh, yeah.

Ready for another one?

Yes, sir.

Admiral.

Sir.

I just wanted to say I've enjoyed knowing you, sir.

I've enjoyed knowing you, too, mate.

It won't be the same here without you.

Ah...

two minutes down the road, you won't even remember my face.

I'll remember it.

♪ Girl, the way you do the things you do ♪

♪ The way you do the things you do... ♪

Good luck, sir.

It was nice having you around, Commander.

But nicer to see me go, right?

Not true.

Good, 'cause I got a feeling we'll see each other again.

Cheers, mate.

Have a safe trip home, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Can I buy you a drink, Commander?

[ wry laugh]

Out of uniform, it's "Harm," and, uh, I'm good, thanks.

♪ The way you do the things you do ♪

♪ The way you do the things you do, aw, baby... ♪

Admiral.

Colonel, how are you?

I couldn't save him, sir.

I thought you put up a damn good defense.

And I called you "ineffective counsel."

I feel like such an idiot.

Well, you know, Colonel, all these years, I've thought

maybe there was something else I could have done.

Now I know there wasn't.

Sometimes justice has a way of asserting itself,

in spite of what we do.

Tough loss, Colonel.

I'm sure you were a worthy opponent, as always.

-I was worried you wouldn't show. -Of course I would.

When are you leaving?

Ten minutes ago.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mic.

It seems... cut short.

Yeah.

Maybe you can visit me Down Under.

New location.

No worries, you know?

Maybe I will.

♪ The way you stole my heart... ♪

Righto, then.

♪ The way that you're so smart ♪

♪ You know, you could've been a school book ♪

♪ Yeah, you could've been anything that you wanted to ♪

♪ And I can tell... ♪

Poor sucker never had a chance with her.

So long, everybody.

So long, sir.

Bye.

♪ Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong ♪

[ other joining in]: ♪ Under the shade of a coolabah tree ♪

♪ And he sang as he sat ♪

♪ And he waited till his billy boiled ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ And he sang has he sat ♪

♪ And he waited till his billy boiled ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ And he sang as he sat ♪

♪ And he waited till his billy boiled ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪

♪ And he sang as he sat ♪

♪ And he waited till his billy boiled ♪

♪ You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. ♪

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