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Previously onJAG:

MAN: You want to slug it out?

I'm all for it.

Stow the knife.

Oh, I'll stow it...

in your gut, you sepo bastard.

[grunting]

No! Stop!

Ian, stop!

One of her sailors was murdered.

Apparently the Aussies

have apprehended the suspect.

Commander Brumby has requested our assistance.

Oh, Gunny, it is wild down here.

I haven't seen so many naked breasts since...

Since when, Bud?

Harriet?!

[car horn blaring]

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

I didn't murder him!

I don't believe you.

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

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

Yeah, but you're in Australia, Mac.

Wear an Aussie bikini.

I'm afraid to ask.

Well, no worries.

It's a two-piece: hat and a bottom.

Sir?

Is that Clayton Webb?

Hey, Mr. Webb!

What kind of mission

would he be on in Australia, sir?

RABB: He's one of ours, Mic.

He might be one of yours

but he murdered one of ours

and he did it here

so he'll damn well be tried here.

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?

[theme music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

Oh, hi.

Isn't this wonderful?

Wonderful.

Oh, hey, Bud, did you get

my message about dinner tonight?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, dinner sounds great.

Uh, wait. I assumed we'd be having dinner, Mac.

Don't assume, Mic.

Here, Bud, let me give you

these pictures Harriet sent.

ROBERTS: Thank you, ma'am.

He's gotten so big.

BRUMBY: It's only been two days, mate.

Well, he changes every day, sir.

What?

[laughs]

Brumby, you questioned the witness

without talking to his lawyer--

it's unethical.

I'm not sure if that's true.

Even if she was his wife, which she wasn't.

They've been married for 28 years.

A bigamous marriage-- he already had a wife.

Would you two save it for court?

I'm trying to defrost here.

Well, don't overexpose yourself. You'll burn.

Don't worry, mate.

I rubbed her down with plenty of sun block.

Sir, isn't it, uh, time that we go?

Sir?

Yeah.

As they say, four's a crowd.

Hey, how about dinner tomorrow?

I'll call.

BRUMBY: Hey, mate.

Don't forget your wigs when you come to court.

Wigs?

ROBERTS: Unbelievable, sir.

She ate three dozen oysters.

She sucked them right out of the shells. Ugh.

Mac is always eating everything to excess, Bud.

Yeah, but that wasn't the worst part, sir.

Her main dish was a bug.

Actually, it was some sort of shellfish

but still, to eat anything called a bug.

She's going to be disappointed at dinner tonight.

She's going to have to settle for...

Sir. There he is again.

[speaking German]

What is he up to?

Quite Frankly, sir, Australian perukes

were never up to English standards.

Rather shoddy workmanship,

if you ask me, sir.

But then, of course, this country

was settled with convicts.

So what can one expect?

Are these really made of horsehair?

The finest in England.

This wig required 100 hours of hand-weaving to fabricate.

And then, of course

it had to be bleached and curled.

Oh, of course.

We import them from Ravenscroft.

They've been making wigs since the War of the Insurrection.

Oh, that's a war I haven't heard of.

I believe you Americans call it "The Revolutionary War."

Oh, thatwar.

If I may say so, sir, you were born to it.

Thank you, Mr. Clutterbuck.

Oh, my.

It is fortunate that as a solicitor

you are not required to wear a wig

or we would need to find...

I know. A bigger horse.

MAC: One French and the other German?

Or Dutch, we weren't sure.

The woman he was speaking with

at Circular Quay

was definitely French, though.

Didn't know Webb was multilingual.

Maybe he's not.

Both women were stunning-- oh!

Are you saying that a man

doesn't need to understand a woman

as long as she's beautiful?

Even speaking the same language, what man understands a woman?

You're referring to me.

Oh, let me guess.

You don't understand why I went to the beach

with Mic.

That opera house is really beautiful, isn't it?

Smashing. So what bothered you?

That I went to the beach with him?

Or that you thought I was topless?

You weren't?

Harmon Rabb, you are a prude.

I am not.

Look, I don't care if you want to go topless.

You do if it's in front of Mic.

Well, you work with the guy, Mac.

You wouldn't go topless in front of me, would you?

Is that a request?

You know, they wrote "eternity" on this bridge

in lights on New Year's Eve.

Is that how long we're going to wait?

Mac...

We're not in Washington.

We're not even on the same continent.

Location doesn't change who we are.

Most men would disagree with you.

I know.

I disagree with me sometimes, too.

But you still can't let go.

Not yet.

You're just this way with me, aren't you?

Yeah.

Only with you.

I suppose I should be flattered.

You should, Sarah.

Where are you going to take me to dinner?

RABB: Luna Park.

MAC: An amusement park?

Well, you like hot dogs.

Yeah, and what is

Mr. Practically-a-vegetarian going to eat?

A corn dog?

[clearing throat]

[foghorn blows]

[people laughing]

Harm, what are you doing?

This is where Seaman Dunsmore died 28 years ago.

Petty Officer Lee's wife said she screamed

but she couldn't be heard

because of the noise from the park.

[screams]

I don't know how noisy the park was that night

but I think we can assume that kids

haven't gotten quieter over the years.

You know, Harm, I think it's also safe to assume

that there's no evidence here.

Plenty of room for a knife fight.

What, your defendant killed the Aussie with a knife?

He didn't kill him.

Dunsmore fell on his own knife.

It was an accident.

And howdid he do that?

Dunsmore came at Lee with a knife...

they struggled...

Lee got behind him, like this.

Uh-huh. You know, if this wasn't a reenactment

I'd have you on the deck with my foot on your neck.

They struggled across the dock.

And tripped over a cleat.

There are no cleats.

The ferry ties up to pilings.

Maybe there were cleats in '72.

All right, say there were cleats.

Where would they be?

Well, they'd be

right here where the ferries tie up.

RABB: So how would two men struggling with a knife

trip over a cleat and fall on the dock?

They wouldn't. They'd go right into the harbor.

Harm, your client is lying.

RABB: You said that Seaman Dunsmore

tripped over a cleat on the dock.

That's right.

These photos of the dock were taken 28 years ago.

Show me the cleat.

I don't see it.

Neither do we.

There were no cleats on that dock.

Maybe it wasn't a cleat.

Maybe he... tripped over a loose plank or his own feet.

Jenny said that Ian tripped over a cleat, too.

So we were both mistaken.

Or she's repeating what you told her to say.

I just told her to tell the truth.

She's afraid to tell us the truth.

What?She said we wouldn't want

to hear it, that it would hang you.

You're lying.

Jen... would never say that.

We have no reason to lie.

Oh, you're trying to trick me.

Right-- to prepare me for the trial.

I just don't want any surprises at the trial.

I've told you the truth.

Maybe it wasn't a cleat, but Ian attacked me

we fought, and he fell on his knife.

I can't explain why Jen would say what you said she did.

She knows what happened as well as I do.

Unless...

I... I never told Jen about my first marriage.

She was so angry when I told her yesterday

she took a poke at me.

Maybe that's why she said what she did...

throw a good scare in me.

Which she's done.

I haven't lied to you, sir.

Everything happened the way I said.

You got to believe that.

It doesn't matter what I believe, Petty Officer Lee.

It's what a jury believes.

MAN: All rise.

Any persons having any business before the court

give your attendance and you shall be heard.

God save the Queen.

WOMAN: The Queen v. Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

On the first of May, 1972, in Luna Park, Sydney, Australia

Petty Officer Kevin Lee

of the United States Navy, is accused of stabbing to death

Seaman Ian Dunsmore of the Royal Australian Navy.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, I appear for the defendant

Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

Commander Harmon Rabb, United States Navy

Judge Advocate General Corps.

Welcome to the Supreme Court of New South Wales, Commander.

We appreciate you wearing the proper attire

which the court realizes is unaccustomed to you.

It is our pleasure to honor the tradition, Your Honor.

The court also welcomes Commander Brumby

and his associate from the prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You ready to make your opening statement, Commander?

I am, Your Honor.Proceed.

I wish to make a motion, Your Honor.

I haven't even begun.

The motion is to dismiss the charges

as presented by the prosecution, sir.

Commander, until I hear the prosecution's case, uh...

I've got nothing to adjudicate.

I understand, Your Honor

but the charge as read states that Seaman Dunsmore

was murdered the night of May 1, 1972.

There is no proof that Seaman Dunsmore is dead, let alone murdered.

Does the learned counsel really wish to waste the court's time

calling in witnesses to verify

the veracity of the police reports?

RABB: We do not, sir

but my client is charged with murder.

Nowhere in the police reports

does it say that Seaman Dunsmore is dead.

In fact, sir, those reports indicate

Petty Officer Kevin Lee is the deceased.

Your Honor, the body was mistakenly identified

28 years ago because the accused

switched uniforms and I.D. tags to mislead the authorities.

That is pure speculation, Your Honor.

BRUMBY: Your Honor, the United States government

has even returned the body to Australia to be buried.

It's obvious the person murdered that night was Seaman Dunsmore.

Obvious? Your Honor, for nearly three decades

the body was "obviously" that of the accused.

Commander Brumby, do you have a positive identification

of the body in question?

The remains have only recently been returned, Your Honor

and are undergoing navy dental identification as we speak.

A man is in the dock accused of murdering Seaman Dunsmore

and you cannot legally prove

the so-named victim is even dead?

I assure you, Your Honor

the body in question is Seaman Dunsmore.

Well, that might be so in yourmind

but that is woefully insufficient for this court.

I don't want to see you again

until you've got a proper indictment.

Yes, Your Honor. My apologies, sir.

Your Honor, I request the accused remain in police custody

pending positive identification of the victim.

I object, Your Honor.

Since there is no further indictment

against my client, he should be set free.

There's no indictment because of a technicality.

Address yourself to the court, Commander Brumby.

Your Honor, the police have sufficient evidence

to show that the accused was at the Luna Park dock

the night the soon-to-be- identified victim was murdered.

That night, Petty Officer Lee

deserted the United States Navy

and it has taken 28 years to apprehend him.

He's a flight risk, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I request

that the defendant be released

into the custody of the United States Navy

which has a legally proper indictment

against him for desertion.

Your Honor, if he's released to the United States Navy

he can be returned to the United States for prosecution

and this court may never regain jurisdiction.

And do you intend returning him to the United States, Commander?

Not until he's cleared of all charges here in Australia, sir.

The defendant will be remanded

into the custody of the defense.

This court is in recess

until further notice.

Oh, God, the media.

Keep it brief.No worries.

Mr. Lee, Seven Network.

Can I ask, are you surprised

that the Supreme Court released you today?

You betcha. I was surprised to be charged at all.

So you deny committing the murder?

KEVIN: Bloody right, I do.

BRUMBY: Listen to his accent.

He's a bloody thespian.

Well, they seem to like it.

The press can't save him.

Harm's only delayed the inevitable.

I wouldn't be so sure, Mic.

Who are you rooting for, Mac?

This isn't a soccer match.

Yeah, you're right.

It's more like a bloody pub fight.

Well, if you insist

that you're not guilty, then why did you run

28 years ago? RABB: No comment.

That'll be all.Well, it is a legitimate...

Bloody sepo murderer!

[grunting]

Let him go, Brumby.

You let him go.

Oh, no.

[sighs]

I don't know whether to keelhaul

or take the cat to you.

After 10,000 miles, I want to do both.

HOWELL: A Royal Australian Naval Officer

does not behave like a pub-crawling brawler.

You struck a junior officer?

Broke his bloody jaw.In two places?

What possible excuse could you make

to defend this reprehensible act?

BOTH: None, sir.

MAC: Sirs, Lieutenant Roberts has mitigating testimony to offer.

They broke his jaw and he wants to defend them?

Yes, sir, he does.

[muffled]: Sir, it was a accident.

What the hell did he say?

He said it was an accident, sir.

How the hell could it have been an accident?

[muffled speaking]

He says they were defending themselves, sir.

[muffled speaking]

It was a fight they didn't start.

[muffled speaking]

Lieutenant Roberts got caught in the middle.

You understand him, Colonel?

MAC: Yes, sir, every word.

Amazing.

[muffled speaking]

That will be his testimony at a judicial hearing, sirs.

He's letting them off the hook.

He might, but by god, I won't.

Captain.

CHEGWIDDEN [whispers]: Here's what I propose, sir.

Commanders, will you accept

a non-judicial punishment for your actions?

BOTH: Yes, sir.

Good, 'cause you'd have gotten it anyway.

Follow me.

BOTH: Aye, aye, sir.

I always did like Yank Seals.

At ease.

Strip to your blouses.

Don't come out until you administer

pain equal to what you inflicted on Lieutenant Roberts.

That is an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

MAN: All rise.

Any persons having any business

before the court

give your attendance and you shall be heard.

God save the Queen.

Commander Rabb.

Have you been in an accident?

I have, Your Honor, but I'm quite ready to proceed.

Same accident, Your Honor

but I, too, am ready.

Proceed.

WOMAN: The Queen v. Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

Your Honor, now that the deceased has been identified

by the coroner, we stipulate to the charges previously read

and re-enter our plea of not guilty.

Very well.

Commander Brumby, you may make your opening statement.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury

the Crown will prove beyond a reasonable doubt

that 28 years ago, Petty Officer Kevin Lee

a Yank sailor on liberty at Luna Park

did coldly and with premeditation

stab to death Seaman Ian Dunsmore

of the Royal Australian Navy.

The defense, of course, will deny this.

They will claim that in a fracas with the accused

our young sailor accidentally stabbed himself to death,

but if that's true, why did he run off?

And why did he desert his shipmates in a time of war?

And why did he abandon

a wife and a baby back in the United States?

And why did he hide out in Australia

a country foreign to him, under an alias, for the last 28 years?

He did so

because he knew his story was a lie

and he knew that if the evidence was ever presented to a jury

that he would be found guilty of murder in the first degree.

Thank you.

I'd give it an eight.

8.5. That "our young sailor" line was good.

The defense may present their opening statement.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we do not deny that Petty Officer Lee

deserted the U.S. Navy

but he's not on trial for desertion.

We do not deny that Petty Officer Lee

abandoned a wife and a child in the U.S.

But he's not on trial for abandonment.

We do not deny that Petty Officer Lee

has lived in Australia for the past 28 years

but he's not on trial for illegal immigration.

We do, however, deny

that Petty Officer Lee murdered Seaman Ian Dunsmore

and that iswhat he's on trial for.

We will prove to you that 28 years ago,

Seaman Dunsmore, in a jealous rage,

attacked the defendant with a knife

and in the ensuing struggle

Seaman Dunsmore fell on his own knife

self-inflicting a fatal wound.

The defendant you see in the dock

is not the same confused young boy

who panicked and ran that tragic night.

This man, older and wiser

would have stayed and proven his innocence.

What the boy didn't do that night

this man now will.

Thank you.

I'd say it's a tie.

I agree, sir.

[speaking in foreign language]

[both speaking Danish]

BRUMBY: Chief Toohey, if Ian had split with Jenny

why would he start a fight?

He wouldn't.

I have here Crown exhibit three

the knife found at the dock by police

and forensically matched

to the fatal wound in Seaman Dunsmore's body.

Have you seen it before?

Never.

So it didn't belong to seaman Dunsmore?

No way.

How can you be so positive?

Ian and I were shipmates on the Swanfor three years.

Never knew him to own a knife.

Thank you, Chief.

Your witness, counsel.

Chief Toohey-- what is a folding navy knife?

Is it not issued to every Royal Australian sailor?

Yeah, but it's not a spring blade.

So, contrary to your previous testimony

Seaman Dunsmore did own a knife.

Were you present for the fight between the deceased and the accused?

If I had been, Ian'd be alive today.

Your Honor.

Refrain from the commentary

and respond to the question, Chief Toohey.

No.

I wasn't there.

Then you couldn't possibly know who started the fight

or who pulled this knife, could you?

It wasn't Ian.

I can tell you that.

No, you can't, Chief, because you weren't there.

I have no further questions for this witness, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Witness is excused.

Crown may call its next witness.

The crown calls Miss Jenny Brooker.

Objection, Your Honor.

The witness is the defendant's wife

and cannot be called by the prosecution.

Your Honor, I have here

a copy of a notarized marriage certificate

from Nashville, Tennessee, stating on August 4, 1967

Kevin Lee was married to a Miss Annabel Carter.

Since there is no record of this marriage ever

being dissolved, Kevin Lee's subsequent marriage

to Jenny Brooker was bigamous, rendering it null and void.

I, too, have documents to present to the court Your Honor.

First, is a notarized copy

of Petty Officer Kevin Lee's death certificate.

Your Honor, this is ludicrous.

Kevin Lee is present and sitting in the dock.

He is obviously not dead.

He is in the state of Tennessee.

The second is a ruling by judge

Robert Boyd of Boone County, Tennessee

affirming that the marriage of Annabel Lee

and Peter Hayes six months

after Petty Officer Lee was declared dead

is her only true and legal marriage.

I submit that if the marriage of Peter and Annabel Hayes

is legal, then so is the marriage of Kevin and Jenny Lee.

Your Honor...

Very creative, counselor.

This is New South Wales.

It's not Tennessee.

Objection overruled.

Court will take a 30 minute recess

after which the Crown may call Miss Brooker.

WOMAN: All rise.

[muffled]

MAC: He said he feels helpless.

Keep covering my back, Bud.

[muffled]: Thank you, sir.

He said thank you.

How is it that you're the only one who understands him?

Well, my father's jaw was wired

when I was a kid, for three months.

I guess it's like learning a foreign language.

[muffled]

He said he'd rather be speaking French.

[chuckles]

Ouch.

Ooh. Broken rib?

Ribs. Two.

[muffled]: I don't know why the admiral

forced the two to fight.

I don't think it took much forcing, Bud.

[muffled]: Well, with all due respect, ma'am

it's really your fault.

They were fighting over you.

[chuckles lightly]

What did he say?

That, uh...

you deserved what you got.

[muffled]: That's not what I said.

She...

Relax, Bud.

I know you didn't say that.

Whatever it was, you struck a chord.

BRUMBY: Did you enjoy watching

two men fight over you?

Objection, Your Honor.

Argumentative and irrelevant.

Where is this going?

JUDGE: Sustained.

Sir, would you admonish

the prosecutor to stand a respectful distance

from the witness?

My apologies, Your Honor.

Miss Brooker, you claim Ian came looking for you

and the accused.Yes.

Well, couldn't he simply have been going to the dock

to catch the ferry, like you?

I suppose.

Were you and the accused

alone on the dock when Ian arrived?

Yes.

Angry words were exchanged.

Yes.Who spoke first?

I don't remember.

But you remember who pulled the knife?

Yes. Ian.

Your Honor, I request the witness step down

so she can demonstrate precisely the events

as they occurred that night.

JUDGE: Granted.

Permission to approach the witness, Your Honor?

JUDGE: Granted.

Assuming that you're Ian

will you demonstrate how he opened the knife?

Do you know how to open the knife, Miss Brooker?

What happened then?

They grappled.

Yes!

And Ian fell.

Yes!

Like this.

[sobs]

Objection. Your honor.

The Crown is staging this fight

according to his own script.

He didn't fall on the knife, did he, Jenny?

[screaming] Oh! God, no!

RABB: Your Honor.

Kevin pulled the knife

and Kevin stabbed him, didn't he?

RABB: Your Honor, I object!

Yes!

Why are you saying this, Jen?

I can't lie anymore, Kevin! I can't lie!

JUDGE: Order! Order in the court!

[Jenny sobbing]

KEVIN: Why?

Why would Jen lie?

There are only two possibilities:

Either she's telling the truth...

She's not.

Or she wants to see you incarcerated

for the rest of your life.

No. No, Jen would never do that.

Why would you say such a thing?

Because your wife has just convicted you in there.

Why would she lie?

And don't tell me she's angry you didn't tell her

you got married 30 years ago.

Why?

I put everything in Jen's name after I was arrested.

The boat, the restaurant, the house, everything.

She said we shouldn't have any assets in my name

if I was convicted.

[muffled]: That's some wife.

There's your reason.

I still can't believe it; Jen never cared about money.

She's always wanting us to go back to Woolgoolga.

You don't need much to live there.

Could your wife be having an affair?

No. She loves me.

She been away from home lately? Weekends? Nights?

No. We're always working our bloody arses off

at the restaurant

except two nights a week Jen takes an art class

at some gallery in The Rocks.

She likes to paint.

[indistinct talking]

They still in there?

[muffled]: Yes, sir.

Thank you.

The publican tells me the townhouse

is owned by Harold Storum.

He runs the art gallery here.

Specializes in aboriginal art.

[muffled]: Sir, the art at Uluru.

You know, they had a lot of aboriginal art

on the walls at Uluru.

Is that what you just said?

[muffled]: Yes, sir.

Sorry.

[indistinct conversation]

JEN: Oh, my God.

Jen, come on, sweetheart... honestly.

[indistinct talking continues]

Bud, give me the camera.

You can't run with that trick knee.

Oh, I've had about as much as you've had.

I'm not staggering too much.

[indistinct conversation continues]

You are just going to have to learn how to drive them both.

[foghorn blows]

You all right?

[muffled]: Yes, sir.

[indistinct talking]

How long has this affair

with Harold Storum been going on?

A while.

Did you ask your husband

to transfer all his assets into your name?

Yes.

The defendant didn't pull a knife

on Ian Dunsmore, did he?

No.

Ian fell on his knife while they were fighting.

Would you speak up, please?

Ian fell on his knife; it was an accident.

Why did you lie?

Because I wanted Harold

and Harold wanted the money.

Oh... Jen.

We find the defendant, Petty Officer Kevin Lee, not guilty.

JUDGE: Petty Officer Lee

you are hereby exonerated of all charges

and remanded into the custody of the U.S. Navy.

This court is adjourned.

All rise!

Thank you.

Thank you.

[muffled]: You're welcome.

So, what happens now?

We fly you home to face the desertion charges.

Will there be a court-martial?It's not likely.

If you make financial restitution

you'll probably get an administrative separation.

When do we leave?Tomorrow afternoon.

You'll be in Lieutenant Robert's custody

until we reach Washington.

[muffled]: Aye, sir.

I reckon I'm pushing it, but can I have tonight?

You're right, you're pushing it.

I'll make that flight, Commander.

But I've got to put things right between Jen and me.

It's all my fault. It's all those years of living in fear.

I can't blame Jen and I still love her.

One night to put it right, sir.

All right, but you run...

I won't.

Thank you, Commander.

I'll get my gear together

and meet you tomorrow at...

1500 hours, Qantas departure lounge.

I'll be there, sir.

Thank you, again.

Congratulations, Harm.

Didn't think you could beat me on my home court.

The wig made it an even playing field.

Didn't take him into custody.

No, he's not going to run, Mac.

Not when all he needs to do

is pick up a few papers to be free.

Congratulations, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Me, too.

I'd have expected more than a handshake if I'd won, Mac.

You always expect more

than you deserve.

Mic, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Would you like to have dinner tonight?

I'd love it, Sarah.

Great, I'll see you at the airport, Harm.

Admiral.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

MAC: I can't believe you're wearing a formal dress uniform.

Special occasions call for special attire.

We're just having dinner, Mic.

We're having more than that.

Don't presume, remember?

I'm not.

I'm talking about having a serious discussion.

I know you like me.

[chuckles]

Of course I like you, Mic.

I'm in love with you, Sarah.

Shh. For once in your life, just listen.

I've loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.

I've never acted so foolishly

or ached so hard in my heart in all my life.

No, let me finish, please

while I still have the strength.

I knew that getting you to love an ocher like me

would take a miracle.

Look.

I'm praying one will fall from the southern cross tonight.

[sighs]

[laughs]

Oh, God.

Uh... it's impossible, Mic.

Once you'd have said me holding you in my arms

under the southern cross would be impossible.

You're right.

I mean, I know it won't be easy.

God knows we've got a lot to work out--

your career, mine...

But I'm willing to make any sacrifice...

any...

if you'd just be my wife.

Oh.

Okay, I need time to think.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

[chuckling]

Well?

Well... more time.

Wear my ring?

I can't.

On your right hand?

Um, until you decide.

Then all you have to do

is swap it over to the other.

...or not.

You're so beautiful.

[loud talking and laughter]

We did it!

Mic, wait...

Isn't that the boat we saw in the video in court yesterday?

Freedom!

And three...!

That bastard.

Jenny's affair was a setup.

The jury wouldn't believe a loving wife

but they would a cheating wife

who was trying to convict her husband.

Kevin wanted Harm to catch them at it

and then break her on the stand.

My God, it's brilliant.

But I can't try him again; it'll be double jeopardy.

He just got away with bloody murder.

If you kiss me in front of the admiral, it's over.

It'll just be a comradely peck on the cheek.

Talk to Harriet yet?

[muffled]: Not yet, sir.

Well, the wired jaw should get you some slack.

[muffled]: I certainly hope so.

Gentlemen...

What happened to you two?

Never mind that, Webb.

What the hell have you been doing down here, anyway?

Sorry, can't say.

But thanks for not busting my cover.

[over PA]: Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles

is now boarding all first-class passengers.

That's me.

I'll see you onboard.

First class?

[speaking Japanese]

Did he show up yet?

Not yet.

I can't wait to see

the look on that bastard's face...

Sir, here he comes.

Told you I'd be here, Commander.

So you did.

Uh, no hard feelings.

I know you were just doing your job.

None at all, mate.

Is something wrong?

On the contrary; something is finally right.

Lieutenant Roberts.

[muffled]: You have the right

to remain silent...

Is that really necessary?

What's he saying?

He's reading you your rights.

You get things straightened out with Jenny?

Oh, yes, sir; thanks to you.

Jen never really loved the bugger.

We're moving to Woolgoolga when I get back

and make a fresh start.

You taking the boat?

Ma'am?

The boat that you and Jenny and Harold were on last night.

Should've waited till after the court-martial to celebrate, Kevin.

Though we can't try you for murder one again

I am going to nail you for desertion

in a time of war.

BRUMBY: I hope you go for the death penalty, mate.

RABB: Absolutely, mate.

No, you'll never get it

but life without parole is a slam-dunk.

Mr. Roberts, take this deserteron board.

[muffled]: Aye, aye, sir.

I'm beginning to understand him.

Colonel, are congratulations in order?

Uh, it's on the right hand, sir.

Ah, so it is.

Friendship ring?

For now.

[over PA]: Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles is now boarding

all business-class passengers.

Let's go, people.

[over PA]: Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles is now boarding ...

I love you, Sarah MacKenzie.

Oh, Mic.

Commander, never look back.

No, sir.

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