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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 Baywatchout 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]