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Would you?
Did you love it?
It was okay.
Okay? I almost wet my pants.
From the ride or from the way my hands... You're horrible, Kevin.
Am I, Jenny? Yes, but I love it.
Boy, that might bird you're kissing it, Yanks.
I'm in trouble, Ann.
Looks like you did the starting, Jen.
What are you?
An old boyfriend?
Nah, nah. I'm a bloody fiancé, mate. You gotta have a ring to be engaged, Ann.
Well, 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 step of his ass.
Is that how you Aussies do it?
Three on the one. Nah, mate, I don't need my mate Cindy to scare the dick out
me.
Bring it on.
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. Hmm, that turns you on.
You turn me on.
Let it go, mate.
A flag 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 SPs busy.
I'm shocked!
Well, it's the third week of record -breaking lows and a new front today
bringing six more inches of snow.
Meteorologists are warning that it may be another 24 hours before this system
loses steam.
Even with the change, I couldn't get out of the way.
And I saw the 18 -wheeler in 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
roadkill, all I could think about is little A .J. growing up without me. I
see him going off to kindergarten, playing high school football, graduating
Annapolis. But sometimes you're very... Gesundheit.
Strange. Thank you.
You know,
I'm just not going to get through this winter without pneumonia.
It's the convertible.
I caught colds every winter when I had my vac.
Now I four -wheel through the snow, sip my morning coffee, listening to Jimmy
LePay. Very... Good insight.
Funny.
Thank you.
Sirs, ma 'am, the Admiral would like to see you in his office ASAP, if I may.
What's up, Gunny? I don't know, sir, but Commander Brumby called him from
Australia this morning.
Brumby? Yes, ma 'am.
Man's like a boomerang.
Oh, thanks. Colonel.
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 apprehended the suspect, a seaman who's been UA 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.
Forensic, 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 Qantas.
Wow. Probably an upgrade with mileage.
He emails me Sydney's air and water temps daily.
That's right. It's summer down under. He even sends me postcards of the beaches.
I recall they're topless.
Wow.
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 command around Lieutenant Roberts.
Oh, uh... Bud, when you're making flight arrangements with Commander Brumby,
make sure that he knows we're expecting favorite nations.
Is this class on Qantas, sir?
Uh -huh. Oh, Mac, what hotel was Mick going to put you up at? Not another
Come on, Mac. You left yourself wide open in there. Yeah, I know. And now
all had your laugh, so drop it.
Zoom tight.
You have set, sir.
Of course, it was pretty embarrassing.
Oh, I don't think that's it, bud. I think that Mac is upset that Mick didn't
for her.
Why didn't he ask for her, sir?
Because he's one smart dingo.
15281 has arrived at gate 37.
131 has arrived at gate 37.
Some people never change.
My thought exactly, Commander.
Welcome to Oz.
Hello, sir.
Can I 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 a six -month birthday.
Do those biannually, do you? Oh, yeah, yeah.
His first flood ride, his first haircut, and look at this, look at this, his
first step.
Quite a collection of firsts. You know, I'm a little overenthusiastic, but
little baby AJ is my first.
Hope you're working on not making him your last.
Yes, sir.
I guess you could say that.
Sorry about the dirt, mate. I was in the outback. I'll give her a washout at 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.
Norfolk for crossing streams.
I've got a radio to call for help when you get lost.
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.
Wheels on the other side, mate.
I know that. I'm opening the door for you.
Better fasten your seatbelt, bud.
Driving on the left side takes a bit of getting used to.
So after Petty Officer Kevin Lee was murdered, Seaman Dunsmore went UA and
out with Jenny Brooker and Will Gulga.
Will what?
Will Gulga. 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 Kingsley.
How did he get caught after 28 years, anyway?
He got unlucky.
About 10 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. Sir!
See, the detective investigating the robbery was a constable on the Lee
investigation 28 years ago, and among the items recovered was a watch with a
Chicago engraved on the back and Seaman Dunsmore's dog tags.
Kingsley's alias didn't hold up under scrutiny, and when the detective found
Jenny's maiden name was Brugger, he arrested Tom Kingsley, or rather Ian
Dunsmore, and remanded him to our custody.
Take a right of the circle.
Down here, we go around the circle to the left, mate.
You said take a right.
After going around the circle to the left.
Begging your pardon, sir, but in Australia we drive on the left -hand
the road.
Why didn't you tell me?
ID, please.
Thank you, sir.
Thanks, leader.
Left, Tom, 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 stepfather had a cottage in the Bahamas. That's where I learned to
Sir, don't they drive on the left -hand side of the road in the Bahamas?
Seaman Dunsmore. This is Commander Rav 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.
It is, sir.
Thanks for coming, Commander.
You're welcome. Now, why am I here?
Well, 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're not in the American Navy, Seaman Dunsmore.
Yes, I am, sir.
I'm not Seaman, Ian Dunsmore.
I'm Petty Officer Kevin Lee.
You were claiming the body found floating in the harbor that morning was
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's 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
avoid more trouble.
We ran for the ferry.
I pulled out just as we got to the dock.
I'm lying awake many a night.
Wishing we got there just a minute sooner.
Ian, don't be such an orca.
Yeah, I will.
What do you expect when you take over the sepo, eh? 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.
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 a 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.
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 your U .S. Navy, there's nothing we can do.
I'd like to see my wife.
Which one, Mutt?
I'm sure Commander Brumby will arrange to visit.
Commander Rapp.
Whatever happens.
Years with Jen were worth it.
Manners will never appreciate how good you were at playing good cop, bad cop.
Who's playing?
Why is it so damn cold in here? I can barely find my name.
The furnace conked out again, sir. Get the damn thing fixed.
Maintenance is on it, Admiral, but it's older than I am and needs to be
replaced. Hang on on this year's budget, Gunny.
Well, Tiny and I better start chopping some firewood then, ma 'am. What is it,
Gunny? The FBI reports on those fingerprints. Commander Rabb, email from
Australia, sir.
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 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 the intern, Gunny?
Nashville, Tennessee, ma 'am.
I assume you 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.
Well, I'd like to get out of this damn cold.
Take a week.
Can't spare you and Commander Reb longer than that.
Dismissed. Thank you,
sir.
God, I'd like to be in Australia to watch this one unfold.
That sounds like a slam -dunk conviction, sir.
Oh, hell, I'm not talking about the trial.
It's like an R -rated B -watch out there.
Remember, you're a married man, Lieutenant.
Some men don't need reminding me.
Right -o. The dead ones.
You boys ready?
Yeah.
Wow,
are you going to make a killing?
Pardon me?
A yank, dress white, gold wing.
You're going to have the girls buzzing.
Well, what about me, love?
Sorry, no gold wing.
Yeah, but I've got a room in my pocket.
A round of beers and a plate of prawns, please.
I'll have an iced tea.
You're in Australia, Hummer. A beer at lunch is okay in our Navy.
I'm not in your Navy, Mick.
I'll have an iced tea, please.
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 is confirmed.
I don't think he's lying about who he is, sir.
What would be the point?
I don't know.
But the bug is as wily as a dingo.
I bet my bars he murdered Seaman Dunsmore. I'm calling you here as part
plan to wiggle his way out of it. Did you feel that way when you thought he
Dunsmore?
Commander Rabb.
Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, sir.
Gunny. Hey, how's Washington?
Doing a terrific imitation of Antarctica, sir. How's the weather down
You really want to know?
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,
huh? It's already done, sir. Colonel McKenzie's leaving with the remains in
morning. Mack is?
Yes, sir. She volunteered.
Ask him if Bud's there with him.
Yes, sir. If Lieutenant Roberts is there, his wife would like a word with
Mack is what, huh?
Oh, good.
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.
Sorry. She's escorting Dunsmore's body back, isn't she?
Sure was the Admiral's idea.
Must have been.
looking for a divorce attorney.
I'll be silly.
I was right, bud. You'd never do that.
Lieutenant Singer would jump at the chance to take the case, so... 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 town's
Chicago dock in 72. That gives us jurisdiction.
This isn't some drunken sailor busting up a pub.
He's one of ours, Mick.
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.
You scared her off, Commander.
I think she realised 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.
Now, Kevin Lee is an American Navy petty officer, and as such, I feel he should
be returned to the U .S. to stand court -martialed. For what? Desertion?
No, sir. Well, yes, sir, eventually. Obviously, the murder charges need to be
investigated and prosecuted and substantiated.
Commander, the murder happened in Australia.
Any witnesses, even if they could be found, are probably in Australia.
Police investigators, case reports are in Australia.
Now, with these givens...
Why would we want to initiate a jurisdiction dispute to bring all those
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?
Not at all, sir.
Admiral, I'm only thinking of precedent.
We have always tried to maintain jurisdiction over Navy personnel accused
crimes and poor cause.
Commander, the man deserted 28 years ago. I don't think the case will impact
jurisdiction in the future.
Yes, sir.
This is because of your dislike for Commander Brumby, isn't it?
If this case would be tried in Australian civil courts, Sir, Commander
wouldn't be involved.
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?
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 dainty.
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 he 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, huh?
You know, Bromby, one of these days, you and I are gonna trip loud.
Always assumed we would, mate.
Question's only been when.
It's just a guy thing, ma 'am. It doesn't mean anything.
It means my husband's a lech.
Well, it doesn't. It's just... 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.
That's not funny, Gunny.
Well, I haven't finished telling it, Lieutenant.
That's funny. This guy, this average Joe, is stuck on this island with Julia
Roberts. And, you know, eventually one thing leads to another, if you know what
I mean, ma 'am. They sleep together.
Exactly. And you think it makes him happy, but it doesn't. He gets so
frustrated, they have 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.
Gunny? Yes, sir?
Don't ever get into family counseling.
Aye, aye, sir.
Does Bud love you?
I'm not sure, sir.
Lieutenant Sim, does your husband love you?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Dismissed. Aye, sir.
You're not really going to fight Commander Brumby, are you?
Why, you don't think I can take him?
Oh, no, I'm sure you'll put up a good fight, sir.
But you're not betting on me, huh?
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 the crocodile Dundee accent or the way
he... Chases after Colonel McKenzie, 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, you
know? Why are you certain that Commander Brumby's a bad choice, sir?
What, you don't think so?
Sir?
Is that Cleeton Webb?
Mr. Webb!
Yes, it isn't him.
Either that or he's on a mission and he couldn't acknowledge it.
What kind of mission would he be on in Australia, sir?
Well, by the looks of that woman, a mission impossible.
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,
from the Vietnam conflict are just given an administrative separation.
Is that true, sir?
Usually. But I think that desertion is the least you worries.
We saw your wife today.
How was she?
She seemed in good spirits.
Of course she's in good spirits.
She knew that I didn't murder Ian.
She told you that, didn't she?
I didn't talk to her.
Why not?
I didn't know that I was in your restaurant. I didn't know she was your
until she overheard us discussing the case and then she ran off.
Jen ran off?
As fast as she could.
No, 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 it, 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
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 a dispensation or something?
Look, even if I could, why would you want me to represent you?
No matter how many years I've lived here.
In that courtroom, I'll still be a yank who murdered an orthie to get his girl.
You saw how Commander Brumby went after me. You think a local defense lawyer is
going to put up much of 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
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 bosons 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? Enough to
know that you disagree with the decision to allow us to prosecute him.
Sir, my disagreement ended the moment Admiral Chugwood 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 Chugwood in relinquished jurisdiction, he requested
you be permitted to act as defending counsel.
Our 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, Mr... Oh, uh, Chief Barry Toohey retired.
I got a pub down in Balmain.
Ian and I were shipmates on the, uh, 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?
Not necessary.
Thank you.
Welcome to Australia, Colonel.
Thanks.
I ran out of tissues.
No worries. We'll bake that cold out of you.
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 expected Harm and Bug to meet me here. Oh, they met him with
defendant.
Harm is defending Petty Officer Lee?
One German is good, though.
I'm prosecuting.
Your wife should have been here half an hour ago. Saturday.
With Jacques feeding friends here at the restaurant.
And with me here, Jen 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.
Dunsmore's body could be writhing about now.
You know, in a funny way, I owe him.
Well, if he'd spent that weekend with Jen instead of his mates,
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? What do you want me to say? My father died doing his duty. You
lived running from your... 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.
I got a whole hula -roo. 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?
Beautiful, isn't it? It is gorgeous.
I mean, the air is so clean and the water is so blue.
A few sharks down there, though.
What, in the harbor?
Yeah.
No, the man -eaters.
Doc, you've got to worry about where to speed up.
You're pretty quiet, bud.
You all right?
Yes, sir. The colonel left a message for me at the DQ. She invited me to dinner
tonight.
Early.
Harriet asked, sir.
so that I wouldn't be lonely.
That means Harriet's forgiven you.
I don't think so, sir.
I left Washington before I made that stupid phone call.
The Mac doesn't know?
No, sir.
Then 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.
Well, it's 16 hours behind us, sir.
It's almost midnight there. I could wake a baby AJ.
Chicken.
Yes, sir.
It's been so long since I've had time off, I'm afraid I've forgotten how to
fun. Oh, no worries. I'll fix that.
Well, would you like to join us tonight, Commander?
No, thanks, bud. I got a 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.
Oh, Sam, it feels great. It's so warm between my toes.
Nicest beaches in the world.
Beats the hell out of being stuck in D .C., doesn't it?
Oh, God, beautiful.
I knew you'd love it.
What not to love?
Very nice.
The 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 worries. It's a two -piece.
A hat in the bottom.
This is Lieutenant Roberts. We're your husband's attorneys.
I know who you are.
Two dozen rock oysters, one barren Monday, and a blue swimmer crab salad.
You didn't show up at the conference.
Like I could leap here, hey?
Where's the prawns for table eight?
Coming up.
Don't you care if your husband's convicted of murder?
Why don't you just put it on the telly?
That's what it takes to get you to talk to us. Prawns are for table eight. Let's
walk.
Mick, I'm a marine colonel. I have to maintain a certain level of decorum.
You're not a marine colonel out here, Mick.
You're the most beautiful woman on the beach.
Why don't you just tie it behind my back so I don't get strap work?
Oh, come on, Mick.
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.
Well, 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?
Do you think I'd have married Kevin if I'd known?
No, ma 'am, I can see that you wouldn't.
28 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
Lee. Ran for the ferry, but it pulled out before we could get on board.
While we were working on the dock, Ian found it.
And they had words, and then Ian pulled out a knife.
Was there anybody else on the dock?
No, the ferry had just pulled out, and there wasn't another one for half an
hour.
So they fought.
Like a couple of dingoes.
Kevin grabbed Ian round the neck and spun him round and held off the other
with the knife and they struggled like this for a bit and then Ian tripped over
a cleat and fell on his knife.
What did you do?
I screamed is what I did.
I guess no one heard because the noise from the park was so loud.
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.
No, I want to hear your recollection of what happened that night, not Kevin.
Don't want to know what I remember, Commander.
What I remember will hang him.
Sir?
Is that Colonel McKenzie topless?
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