All language subtitles for JAG S05E15 Boomerang (1)

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?