All language subtitles for 16JAG S05E16 Boomerang (2)-eng

Previously on JAG:

Do you want to slug it out?

I'm all for it. Stow the knife.

Oh, I'll stow it.

In your gut, you seppo bastard.

Stop it. Stop. Lan, stop.

One of our sailors was murdered.

Apparently, the Aussies
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?

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
is convicted of murder?

Why don't you put it on the telly?

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 and a bottom.

Sir, is that Clayton Webb?

Hey, Mr. Webb.

What kind of mission
would he be on in Australia, sir?

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?

Oh, hi. Isn't this wonderful?

Wonderful.

Oh, hey, Bud, did you get my message
about dinner tonight?

Yes, ma'am. Dinner sounds great.

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

Don't assume, Mic.

Hey, Bud, let me give you
these pictures Harriet sent.

Thank you, ma'am.

He's gotten so big.

It's only been two days, mate.

Well, he changes every day, sir.

What?

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 time that we go?

Sir?

Yeah. As they say, four is a crowd.

Hey, how about dinner tomorrow?

I'll call.

Hey, mate.

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

Wigs?

Unbelievable, sir.
She ate three dozen oysters.

She sucked them
right out of their shell.

Mac has always eaten everything
to excess, Bud.

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

Her main dish was a bug.

Well, actually,
it was some sort of shellfish.

But still,
to eat anything called a bug.

Well, she's gonna be disappointed
at dinner tonight.

She's gonna have to settle for...

There he is again.

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.

Well, 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, that one.

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.

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, though.

Are you saying that a man
doesn't need to understand a woman

as long as she's beautiful?

Look, even speaking
the same language,

what man understands a woman?

You're referring to me.

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 wanna go topless.

You do if it's in front of Mic.

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 gonna wait?
- Mac.

We're not in Washington.
We're not even on the same continent.

The 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 gonna take me
to dinner?

Luna Park.

An amusement park?

- Well, you like hot dogs.
- Yeah?

And what is Mr.
Practically-A-Vegetarian gonna eat?

A corn dog?

Harm, what are you doing?

This is where Seaman Dunsmore died
28 years ago.

Petty Officer Lee's wife
said she screamed.

She couldn't be heard,
because of the noise from the park.

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.

Your defendant killed the Aussie
with a knife?

He didn't kill him.
Dunsmore fell on his own knife.

It was an accident.

And how did he do that?

Dunsmore came at Lee with a knife.

They struggled.

Lee got behind him, like this.

If this wasn't a re-enactment,

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.

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 harbour.

Harm, your client is lying.

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 lan tripped over a cleat too.

So we were both mistaken.

Or she's just 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 wanna hear it,
that it would hang you.

You're lying.

Jen would never say that.

We have no reason to lie.

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 lan 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 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.

All rise.

Any person having any business
before the court,

give your attendance,
and you shall be heard.

God save the Queen.

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 lan Dunsmore

of the Royal Australian Navy.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honour,
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 realises
is unaccustomed to you.

It is our pleasure
to honour the tradition, Your Honour.

The court
also welcomes Commander Brumby

and his associate
from the prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Are you ready
to make your opening statement?

- I am, Your Honour.
- Proceed.

I wish to make a motion,
Your Honour.

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,

I've got nothing to adjudicate.

I understand, Your Honour,
but the charges read states

that Seaman Dunsmore was murdered
the night of May 1 st, 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?

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 Honour, the body was mistakenly
identified 28 years ago,

because the accused
switched uniforms and ID tags

to mislead the authorities.

That is pure speculation,
Your Honour.

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 Honour.

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 Honour,

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 Honour, the body
in question is Seaman Dunsmore.

Well, that might be so in your mind,

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 Honour.
My apologies, sir.

Your Honour, I request the accused
remain in police custody

pending positive identification
of the victim.

I object, Your Honour.

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 Honour, 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 Honour.

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

he can be returned
to the United States for prosecution.

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 defence.

This court is in recess
until further notice.

Oh, God, the media. Keep it brief.

No worries, sir.

Monique Wright, Seven Network.

May I ask if you're surprised
the supreme court released you today?

Betcha. Of course,
I was surprised to be charged at all.

- So you deny committing the murder?
- Bloody right, I do.

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?

- No comment. That will be all.
- Well, it is a legitimate question.

You bloody seppo murderer!

- Let him go, Brumby.
- You let him go.

Oh, no.

I don't know whether to keelhaul
or take the cat to you.

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

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?

- None, sir.
- None, sir.

Sirs, Lieutenant Roberts
has mitigating testimony to offer.

They broke his jaw
and he wants to defend them?

Yes, sir, he does.

Sirs, it was an accident.

What the hell did he say?

He said it was an accident, sir.

How the hell
could it have been an accident?

They were defending themselves,
sir.

- What?
- They were defending themselves.

It was a fight that they didn't start.

It was a fight they didn't start.

And I got caught
in the middle of it, sir.

Lieutenant Roberts
got caught in the middle.

- You understand him, colonel?
- Every word.

Amazing.

I'll testify to that
at their judicial hearing, sir.

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

He's letting them off the hook.

Well, he might, but by God, I won't.

Captain?

Commanders, will you accept

a non-judicial punishment
for your actions?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Good, because you'd have
gotten it, anyway. Follow me.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I always did like Yank SEALs.

At ease. Strip 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.

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 Honour,
but I am quite ready to proceed.

Same accident, Your Honour.

But I too am ready.

Proceed.

The Queen
v. Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

Your Honour, 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 Honour.

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 lan Dunsmore
of the Royal Australian Navy.

The defence, 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.

Eight-five.
That "our young sailor" line was good.

The defence
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 lan Dunsmore,
and that is what 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.

Chief Toohey,
if lan had split with Jenny,

why would he start a fight?

He wouldn't.

I have here Crown Exhibit 3,
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?

Lan and I were shipmates
on the Swan for three years.

Never knew him to own a knife.

Thank you, chief.

Your witness, counsellor.

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,
lan would be alive today.

Your Honour.

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 lan. I can tell you that.

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

I have no further questions
for this witness.

Witness is excused.

The Crown may call its next witness.

The Crown calls Ms. Jenny Brooker.

Objection, Your Honour.

The witness is the defendant's wife

and cannot be called
by the prosecution.

Your Honour, I have here a copy
of a notarized marriage certificate

from Nashville, Tennessee,
stating on August 4th, 1967,

Kevin Lee was married
to a Ms. 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 Honour.

First is a notarized copy

of Petty Officer Kevin Lee's
death certificate.

Your Honour, this is ludicrous.

Kevin Lee
is presently 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 Honour.
- Very creative, counsellor.

This is New South Wales.
It's not Tennessee.

Objection overruled.

The court
will take a 30-minute recess,

after which,
the Crown may call Ms. Brooker.

All rise.

He said he feels helpless.

Keep covering my back, Bud.

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.

I'd rather be speaking French.

He said
he'd rather be speaking French.

Broken rib?

Ribs. Two.

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

What did he say?

That you deserved what you got.

That's not what I said, sir.

Relax, Bud.
I know you didn't say that.

Whatever it was, you struck a chord.

Did you enjoy
watching two men fight over you?

Objection, Your Honour.
Argumentative and irrelevant.

- Where is this going?
- Sustained.

Sir,
would you admonish the prosecutor

to stand a respectful distance
from the witness?

My apologies, Your Honour.

Ms. Brooker, you claimed lan
came looking for you and the accused.

Yes.

Couldn't he simply have been going
to the dock to catch a ferry, like you?

I suppose.

Were you and the accused alone
on the dock when lan arrived?

Yes.

- Angry words were exchanged?
- Yes.

- Who spoke first?
- I don't remember.

But you remember
who pulled the knife?

Yes. Lan.

Your Honour,
I request that the witness step down

so she can demonstrate precisely
the events as they occurred that night.

Granted.

Permission to approach the witness,
Your Honour.

Granted.

Assuming that you're lan,

will you demonstrate
how he opened the knife?

Do you know how to open the knife,
Ms. Brooker?

What happened then?

Why, you...

- Then he grabs him?
- Yes.

- Then lan fell?
- Yes.

Like this?

Objection, Your Honour.

The Crown is staging this fight
according to his own script.

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

- No. God, no.
- Your Honour--

Kevin pulled the knife,
and Kevin stabbed him, didn't he?

- Your Honour, I object.
- Yes!

Why are you saying this, Jen?

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

Order. Order in the court.

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.

That's a lie.

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.

Has she been away from home lately?
Weekends? Nights?

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.

Are they still in there?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

The publican tells me the townhouse
is owned by a Harold Storum.

He runs the art gallery here.
Specializes in Aboriginal art.

You know, they have a lot
of Aboriginal art on the walls at Uluru.

Is that what you just said?

Yes, sir.

- Sorry.
- Stop it.

Bud, give me the camera.
You can't run with that trick knee.

You're just gonna have to learn
how to drive a boat.

Are you all right?

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 lan Dunsmore, did he?

No.

Lan fell on his knife
while they were fighting.

Would you speak up, please?

Lan fell on his knife.
It was an accident.

Why did you lie?

Because I wanted Harold.

And Harold wanted the money.

Jen.

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

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.

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.

- So when do we leave?
- Tomorrow afternoon.

You'll be in Lieutenant Roberts'
custody until we reach Washington.

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.

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

It's all my fault.
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...

Fifteen hundred hours,
Qantas departure lounge.

I'll be there, sir. Thank you again.

Congratulations, Harm.

I 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 gonna run, Mac.

Not when all he has to do
is pick up a few papers to be free.

Congratulations, commander.

Thank you, sir.

Me too.

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

Well, you always expect more
than you deserve.

Mic, I'm leaving tomorrow.
Would you like to have dinner tonight?

- I'd love that, Sarah.
- Great. I'll see you at the airport, Harm.

Admiral.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

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.

Of course I like you, Mic.

I'm in love with you, Sarah.

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 nor 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 ocker like me would take a miracle.

Look.

I've been praying one would fall
from the Southern Cross tonight.

Oh, God.

- It's impossible, Mic.
- No.

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'll just be my wife.

Hey, I need time to think.

Yeah.

- Absolutely.
- Yeah.

- Well?
- More...

More time.

- Wear my ring.
- I can't.

On your right hand.

Until you decide.

Then all you have to do
is swap it over to the other.

Or not.

You're so beautiful.

Mic, wait.

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

- Freedom.
- You're free, Kevin, you're free.

That bastard.
Jenny's affair was a setup.

A jury wouldn't believe a loving wife,

but they would a cheating wife
who's 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.

Well, 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.

Have you talked to Harriet yet?

Not yet, sir.

Well, the wired jaw
should get you some slack.

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.

Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles is now
boarding all first-class passengers.

That's me. I'll see you on board.

Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles
is boarding all first-class passengers.

First class?

- Did he show up yet?
- Not yet.

I can't wait to see the look
on that bastard's face when--

Sir, here he comes.

Told you I'd be here, commander.

So you did.

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?

Is that...?

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.

Hey, are you taking the boat?

Ma'am?

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

You should have waited till after
the court-martial to celebrate, Kevin.

Though we can't try you
for murder one again,

I am gonna nail you
for desertion in a time of war.

I hope you go
for the death penalty, mate.

Absolutely, mate.

You'll never get it,
but life without parole is a slam-dunk.

Mr. Roberts,
take this deserter onboard.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm beginning to understand him.

Colonel,
are congratulations in order?

It's on the right hand, sir.

So it is.

Friendship ring?

For now.

Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles
is now boarding

- all business-class passengers.
- Let's go, people.

Qantas Flight 7 to Los Angeles
is now boarding

all business-class passengers.

I love you, Sarah MacKenzie.

Oh, Mic.

Commander, never look back.

No, sir.