All language subtitles for jag.s05e15-mac-eng

- Look at that, boys.
- I won, didn't I?

Hey.

- Did you love it?
- It was okay.

Okay? I almost wet my pants.

Oh, from the ride
or from the way my hand was--?

- You're horrible, Kevin.
- Am I, Jenny?

Yes, but I love it.

That's my bird you're kissing there,
Yank.

Don't go starting trouble, lan.

Looks like you did the starting, Jen.

What are you? An old boyfriend?

No, no, I'm her bloody fianc�, mate.

You gotta have a ring
to be engaged, lan.

That's all you care about, a ring?

One thing I don't care about is you.

I guess that says it all.

Let's kick this seppo's ass.

Is that how you Aussies do it?
Three on the one?

No, I don't need my mates
to send you to the scab picker.

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.

That turned you on.

You turn me on.

Let it go, mate.

A slag like Jenny's not worth it.

It ain't her.
It's the seppo he wants a piece of.

Go get him, mate.
We'll keep the SPs busy.

- Can I help you fellows?
- A couple blokes were here.

Right, five minutes ago.

Hey, a shark.

And a body.

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 it may be another 24 hours
before this system loses steam.

Even with the chains,
I couldn't get out of the way.

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 realised
that I might end up as road kill,

all I could think about
is little A.J. Growing up without me.

Seeing him go off to kindergarten,

playing high school football,
graduating from Annapolis.

Bud, sometimes you're very--

- Gesundheit.
- Strange.

Thank you.

You know, I'm just not gonna get
through this winter without pneumonia.

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,
listening to Jimmy LaFave.

Very--

- 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?

I don't know, Commander Brumby
called him from Australia this morning.

- Brumby?
- Yes, ma'am.

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 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.

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?

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.

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, sir.

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

- He didn't.
- He should be--

He didn't, sir?

No, Mac.

He requested Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Roberts.

Oh, Bud, when you're making
flight arrangements

with Commander Brumby,
make sure that he knows

we're expecting favoured nations.

Business class on Qantas, sir?

Mac, what hotel
was Mic gonna put you up at?

- The...?
- 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.

- Gesundheit.
- Bless you, ma'am.

She's pretty upset, sir.

Of course,
it was pretty embarrassing.

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.

Qantas Flight 281
has arrived at Gate 37.

Qantas Flight 281
has arrived at Gate 37.

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.

Yes, sir. I guess you could say that.

Sorry about the dirt, mate.
I was in the outback.

I'll give her a wash out
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,
a snorkel 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.

Wheel's 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 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?

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.
- Oh, sir, car.

You see, the detective investigating
the robbery was a constable

on the Lee murder investigation
28 years ago.

And among the items recovered
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, lan Dunsmore,

and remanded him to our custody.

Take a right at 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 side of the road.

Why didn't you tell me?

Some ID, please.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks, leader.

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 stepfather 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.

It is, sir.

Thanks for coming, commander.

You're welcome.
Now 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 lan Dunsmore.

I'm Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

You're claiming the body found in
the harbour 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?

Harbour sharks had a feed on him.

There are sharks in the harbour?

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

You said it was an accident.
What happened?

After the run-in
with lan and his mates,

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

We ran for the ferry.

And 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.

Lan, don't be such an ocker.

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

Do you wanna slug it out?

I'm all for it.

Stow the knife.

Oh, I'll stow it.

In your gut, you seppo bastard.

No, lan!

No.

No, stop.

Lan, stop.

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 realised
that lan 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.

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.

Well, 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.

I'd like to see my wife.

Which one, mate?

I'm sure Commander Brumby
will arrange a visit.

Commander Rabb.

Whatever happens,

the 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.

Maintenance is on it, admiral.

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

Yeah, not in this year's budget,
gunny.

Well, 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.

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 gotta 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've prepared the necessary papers
for your signature.

Where's he interred, gunny?

Nashville, Tennessee, ma'am.

I assume you want a 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, 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.

Oh, hell,
I'm not talking about the trial.

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

Remember you're a married male,
lieutenant.

Some men
don't need reminding, Mic.

Right-o, the dead ones.

- You boys ready?
- Yeah.

Oh, wow,
are you gonna make a killing.

- Pardon me?
- A Yank, dress whites, gold wings.

You're gonna have the girls buzzing.

Well, what about me, love?

Sorry, no gold wings.

Yeah, but I got a roo in my pocket.

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

I'll have an iced tea.

You're in Australia, Harm.

A beer at lunch is okay in our navy.

But I'm not in your navy, Mic.

I'll have an iced tea too, 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'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 Seaman 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?

Commander Rabb.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, sir.

Gunny. Hey, how's Washington?

Doing a terrific imitation
of Antarctica, sir.

How's the weather down under?

Do you really wanna know?

- 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 gonna need
to authorise

the return of the body
to Australia, huh?

It's already done, sir.

Colonel MacKenzie
is leaving with the remains.

- Mac 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 him.

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 gonna talk
about breasts. Sorry.

She's escorting
Dunsmore's 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 on.

I'm only kidding, Bud.

Sir, when are we flying home?

As soon as Commander Brumby
releases Petty Officer Lee

into our custody.

- Not gonna happen, mate.
- Why not?

I'm sure the usual port of call
agreement was in effect

at the time
the Chicago docked in '72.

That gives us jurisdiction.

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

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.

I think 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.

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?

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.

Police investigators,
case reports are in Australia.

Now with these givens,
why would we wanna initiate

a jurisdiction dispute to bring
all those people and documents

back to the States
for an investigation and trial?

Well, 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
of crimes in port calls.

Commander,
the man deserted 28 years ago.

I don't think the case
will impact on 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 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 realising
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.

Oh, anything you could do, sir,
I'm sure would be greatly appreciated.

I'll see what I can salvage.

Thank you, sir.

He's gonna talk to Harriet.

Thank you, sir.

Well?

We're accepting
Australian jurisdiction.

The admiral overruled you,
didn't he?

I wanna speak to Petty Officer Lee
one more time.

Oh, 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 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 gonna strip blouses.

Always assumed we would, mate.

Question has only been when.

It's just a guy thing, ma'am.
It doesn't mean anything.

- It means my husband's a letch.
- No, 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?

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.

So anyway, this guy,
this average joe

was stuck on this island
with Julia Roberts,

and eventually
one thing leads to another,

- if you know what I mean.
- 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 moustache 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 counselling.

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.

You're not really gonna 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 MacKenzie,
sir?

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 wanna see her

make another bad choice
with a man, you know?

Why are you certain that
Commander Brumby is a bad choice?

Well, you don't think so?

Sir, is that Clayton Webb?

Hey, Mr. Webb.

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?

By the looks of that woman,
a mission impossible.

Cell Block 6, yard-time privileges
are in now effect.

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 offence,

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.

- How was she?
- She seemed in good spirits.

Of course she's in good spirits.

She knows I didn't murder lan.

She told you that, didn't she?

I didn't talk to her.

Well, 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 is she gonna handle
being on the witness stand?

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

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 believe her.

It'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 Aussie to get his girl.

You saw how Commander Brumby
went after me.

You think a local defence lawyer
is gonna put up a fight against him?

Commander Brumby
won't be prosecuting you.

He said he was.

- Are these the Yanks?
- Yes, sir, that's them.

Captain Howell, Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Roberts

of the United States
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 a beer boatswain's
cut your ration.

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

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 Chegwidden
made that decision.

No, 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.

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.

Squad, forward march.

- Excuse me, commander.
- Yes, sir?

Lan's mom tells me

that you're gonna prosecute
the seppo that murdered lan.

That's correct, Mister...?

Oh, Chief Barry Toohey, retired.

I got a pub down in Balmain.

Lan 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 seppo bastard.

Thank you, colonel.

Will you be needing transportation,
ma'am?

Not necessary. Thank you.

Squad, turn.

Forward march.

Left wheel.

Welcome to Australia, colonel.

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 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.

Your wife should've been here
a half an hour ago.

It's Saturday.

It's a shark feeding frenzy
at the restaurant.

And with me here,
Jen's short-handed.

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
should be arriving about now.

You know,

in a funny way, I owe him.

Right, 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 defence?

It's important
to your defence attorney.

You lost someone in Vietnam.

Your father?

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 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.

Well, I got a hold 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 is so blue.

Few sharks down there, though.

- What, in the harbour?
- Yeah.

Not the man-eaters though.

Sharks you gotta worry about
wear Speedos.

You're pretty quiet, Bud.

Are you all right?

Yes, sir. Colonel left a message
for me at the BQ.

She invited me to dinner tonight.

Really?

Harriet asked her.

So that I wouldn't be Ionely.

Well, that means
Harriet's forgiven you.

I don't think so, sir.

Colonel left Washington
before I made that stupid phone call.

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.

Well, they're 16 hours behind us, sir.
It's almost midnight there.

I could wake up baby A.J.

You chicken.

Yes, sir.

Circular Quay Ferry
now arriving at Manly Beach.

Circular Quay Ferry
now arriving at Manly Beach.

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

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

Well, no worries. I'll fix that.

Well, would you like to join us tonight,
commander?

No, thanks, Bud, I gotta 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, the sand 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. It's beautiful.

I knew you'd love it.

What's 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.

Well, no worry, it's a two-piece.

A hat and a bottom.

Jenny, I'm 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, hey?

Where are the prawns for Table 8?

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 8.
Well, let's walk.

What's going on?

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.

Why don't you just tie it
behind my back,

so I don't get strap marks.

- Oh, come on, Mac.
- Okay.

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 wanna 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.

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 lan 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 onboard.

While we were waiting on the dock,
lan found us,

and they had words,
and then lan 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 lan around the neck,
spun him around,

held off the other hand with the knife
and they struggled like this for a bit.

And then lan 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.

No, I wanna 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?