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Colonel Vickers,
has the court determined a verdict?

- We have, Your Honour.
- Will the accused please rise?

Corporal Caleb Farmer,

having been found guilty
of the premeditated murders

of Captain Darrin Pfeiffer,
Lieutenant Cory Ware,

and Lance Corporal
Jesse Gonsalves,

this court-martial sentences you
to be put to death.

Does the name Corporal Caleb Farmer
mean anything to either of you?

- Not to me, sir.
- It vaguely rings a bell, sir.

Thirteen years ago,
Corporal Farmer opened fire

on his fellow Marines
on an exercise field.

Killed three, wounded seven.

Right. He was sentenced to death,
wasn't he, sir?

He was. He's been sitting on death row
in Leavenworth since 1989,

- filing appeals.
- Too bad.

I take it you're in favour
of the death penalty, colonel?

For certain crimes,
like slaughtering Marines.

And you, commander?

Australia has no death penalty, sir.

But I agree with the colonel.

For some crimes,
it's the only fit punishment.

Corporal Farmer's appeal
has reached its final level,

the Court of Appeals
for the Armed Forces.

I don't believe either one of you
have ever argued before that court.

Correct, sir, but I'm prepared to.

As I am too, sir.

Good. Good.

Colonel, I'm assigning you
the Farmer appeal.

And I am confident
that your enthusiasm

for capital punishment will not stop you
from defending your client zealously.

My client?

If I may, admiral, I would much rather
represent the government.

Commander Brumby's
representing the government.

Sir, Australia doesn't even have
the death penalty.

Well, we do. And he's here.
That'll be all.

- Yes, sir.
- Aye, sir.

Come on, Mac, it's not that bad.
It's just a job.

If I win,
a monster gets to keep on living.

Then don't worry. You won't win.

Bud, I need the Witman plea.

Yes, sir, it's right on my desk.
I'll go get it for you.

Oh, and by the way,
I was right about U.S. V. Ravner.

Apparently, the case law says that--

I'm not here.

Sir?

- Bud.
- Ms. Peterson.

Look, I only have a minute.
I can't double-park outside.

Are we at war or something?

Well, not that I know of.

Tell Chegwidden that I'm almost done
editing that recruiting commercial.

I need that aerial footage
he said he'd get.

Double time. I'm renting
the editing suite by the hour.

Admiral Chegwidden, aerial footage.

Is Rabb here?

I don't think so.

Well, I need him for looping.
His line readings are a mess.

Commander Rabb, line readings.

No, no, no. Looping.

It's like talking.

It's something civilians do.

And tell Tiner to stop paging me.

No, I cannot introduce him
to an agent.

The last president to sign
an execution order was Eisenhower.

Hi. Are you in the Navy too?

Marine Corps.

Too bad.
I could have used you for balance.

Well, have your people
call my people.

Commander Brumby,
Royal Australian Navy.

Wrong market.

Colonel.

What's this?

Thank you, petty officer.

The Farmer files. Admiral asked me
to gather these for you.

- Oh, careful, gunny.
- Yes, ma'am.

Gunny, is there something
you'd like to share with me?

I was stationed at Camp Pendleton
in '86, ma'am.

Sergeant Kryler was a--

Is a friend of mine.

- Sergeant Kryler?
- One of the men your client shot.

He left him quadriplegic.

I'm sorry, gunny.

Did you know Corporal Farmer?

I knew of him.
He worked in the armoury.

A real loser.

With all due respect, colonel,
I hope you lose your appeal.

Either way, you do at least understand
the need for Corporal Farmer

to have a strong advocate in court.

No, I don't, ma'am.
I think he should just fry in hell.

The sooner the better.

Thank you for your candour, gunny.
That will be all.

Aye, ma'am.

Looked over the Farmer files yet?

No, I just got them.
They'll have to wait till I get back.

Oh, where are you going?

Leavenworth.
I've decided to go see him.

Oh, you want some company?

How would it look if the defence
counsel showed up to visit

with the prosecutor along
to hold her hand?

Sounds fine to me.

Especially the hand-holding part.

Master Sergeant Lochsig
reporting with the prisoner, ma'am.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

I'll be representing you
with the appeal.

- Could you unchain him?
- Sorry, ma'am.

All prisoners on death row
remain manacled during visits.

As I'm sure you know, colonel.

But I appreciate the gesture.

Have a seat.

I'll be right outside the door, ma'am.

So, Colonel Sarah MacKenzie,
why are you here?

It's colonel,
or Colonel MacKenzie, or ma'am.

And I already told you why I'm here.
I'm representing you at your appeal.

You could have just looked
at the transcripts, ma'am.

You wanted
to see the Marine killer yourself?

See if I was worth the effort?

Are you?

I took three lives.

That was wrong of me.

No excuses?

Well, I could say
they made my life miserable,

I asked for help and I got none,

they drove me to drink
and I lost my mind.

But, no,
there's no excuse for what I did.

Then why the appeal?

- Because I don't want to die.
- Neither did your victims.

I like your hostility, colonel.

It's honest.

Will you help me?

I've been ordered to help you.

And you always follow orders,
don't you, ma'am?

It's an honour
and a privilege to serve.

There. You see the problem?

No.

Well, you need to be stronger.

A little vibrato in your voice.

Give me Patton.

And remember, you go
on the imaginary fourth beep, okay?

Harry, roll it.

One-thirty-one-apple, take two.

It's an honour
and a privilege to serve.

Good. Good.

But, you know,
I'm not sure about the line.

Try, "It's an honour
and a pleasure to serve."

I think we need
to emphasise the positive.

But I say "privilege" up there.

Yeah, well, you can match it.

Privilege. Pleasure.

Ma'am, it is a privilege to serve.
It's not a pleasure.

It's...

It can occasionally be a pleasure,
but "privilege" is correct.

This is a very odd way
to make a living.

And being in the Navy isn't?

No. Being in the Navy
is an honour and a privilege.

And sometimes a pleasure.

- I'll try it.
- Okay.

Let's just try one. Harry?

Evening, Bud.

Colonel, how was your trip?

I don't know.

Did you get to meet Farmer?

Oh, yes.

What was he like, ma'am?

Smaller than I expected.

But did he seem like,
I don't know...?

Worth saving?

Like a murderer?

He reminded me of a broken-down,
one-eyed alley cat

who used to live on our street.

A bird killer.

You know, you loathed him
and felt sorry for him at the same time.

You should go home, ma'am.

I know, Bud. Soon.

Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You busy?
- No.

Was just kicking around,
listening to music, you know.

Come on in.

Do you want some tea?

Oh, sure.

So how was Leavenworth?

Gruesome.

I mean, suppose you discovered
that original defence counsel

failed to exploit mitigating factors
in a capital case?

What were the mitigating factors?

Intoxication at the time of the crime.

Repeated denial of psychiatric care.

Harassment by other Marines.

What was counsel's defence?

The defendant's
previous good conduct.

You know,
a lot of lawyers in the '80s

felt that was the way to go
with capital cases.

So where's the problem, anyway?

I mean, you fry the guy's
legal smarts in court,

hope you dent at least one judge's
sensibilities, win the appeal.

- All in a day's work.
- Fry the guy?

Yeah. The original counsel.

We know the other counsel?

Commander A.J. Chegwidden.

Enter.

Good afternoon, admiral.

Colonel, did we have
a meeting scheduled?

No, sir.

I thought you might
wanna take a look at this.

It's my appellate brief, sir.

Well, I thought you'd wanna review it
before I filed it.

And I would wanna do that
because...?

Because I'm arguing
inadequacy of defence counsel

as the basis for my appeal, sir.

Well, if that's what you think
is best for your client.

Admiral, you must have known
that this could happen

when you assigned me the case.

Colonel, have you reviewed
all the case records thoroughly?

- Of course.
- Have you examined

- alternative grounds for appeal?
- Yes, sir.

Have you found a ground
stronger than the one you've chosen?

No, sir.

Then submit your brief in court,
counsellor.

Aye, aye, sir.

Corporal Caleb Farmer
was effectively denied

his Sixth Amendment
right to counsel,

because his defence attorney failed
to exploit certain mitigating factors

during the course
of the defendant's trial for murder.

Counsel's errors were so grievous
that the defendant was deprived--

Colonel MacKenzie,

are you implying
that Admiral A.J. Chegwidden,

the Navy's judge advocate general,
was incompetent?

Inadequate counsel in one instance

does not make an attorney
incompetent per se, Your Honour.

But the fact remains.

Then-Commander Chegwidden
failed to emphasise mitigating factors

that might have led to a different
verdict or a less severe sentence.

Like what?

"I didn't mean it? I was drunk?"

Mitigating circumstances are not
excuses for behaviour, Your Honour.

But the defence counsel
should have argued

that alcohol impairs judgement
and impulse control.

Furthermore, Corporal Farmer
sought psychiatric help,

a request
that was repeatedly denied.

Wouldn't that
have given strong evidence

that the defendant was aware
of the wrongfulness of his act?

Possibly.

It might also have shown

that Corporal Farmer sought
to prevent his act.

There can be no justification
for Corporal Farmer's actions.

But there is room for understanding
and compassion

if all the facts are known.

Commander Chegwidden
failed to present the crime

in its appropriate context.

That is an error so egregious
that it warrants a new trial.

Emphasising the defendant's drinking
and mental-health problems

may very well have strengthened
the case against the defendant.

Commander Chegwidden
was correct in emphasising instead

Corporal Farmer's
exemplary military record.

Obviously, that argument
didn't sway the members of the court.

That points more
to the heinous nature of the crime

than the incompetence of counsel.

Come on, commander.

There have been plenty
of heinous crimes committed

where defence counsel successfully
argued mitigating circumstances.

The Menendez brothers
and alleged parental abuse.

Dan White and the Twinkie defence.

May I remind the court,
those are all civilian trials.

A military court
is less easily swayed.

And may I remind you, commander,
we're all civilian judges here.

Yes, Your Honour.

But no amount of mitigation

can withstand
the sheer horror of this crime.

Let justice be done.

Let the verdict
and the sentence stand.

This hearing is adjourned.

Hold the door, please?

Thank you, sir.

Oh, it was brutal.

I thought you said
he didn't say anything.

Exactly.

Oh, maybe I should just go home

and drown my sorrows
in a vintage mineral water.

Do you have plans for dinner?

Can't.

Okay. No problem.

Blimey, that was brutal.

Keep replaying the hearing in my head,
wondering if I said the right things.

- I felt like a babbling idiot.
- I was the idiot.

- I don't think so.
- See who babbles better over dinner?

- Tonight?
- No worries if you can't make it.

I can.

Orsatti's, 8:30?

I'll pick you up.

I'll meet you there.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

How did it go, colonel?

It's hard to say.

Well, what's your gut feel?

I won some points,
the other side won some points.

You won some points, ma'am?

I'll call you
as soon as I hear something.

- When are you coming to see me?
- I don't know.

I'll call you as soon
as I hear something.

Here you go, sir.

Thank you very much.

When did I become
his guardian angel?

Who else does he have, Mac?

He's a convicted murderer, Mic.
Not my brother.

- So, what are you angry about?
- Because now I know him.

He has a face, a voice.

- Am I boring you?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that the woman
who shot the commercial?

Thank you.

Renee Peterson.
Bitch director from hell.

- Am I being too catty?
- Yeah, but don't stop.

She cleans up well. Is she alone?

Waiting for someone.

I cannot imagine the kind of guy
who would go out with her.

He'd have to be a whipped mama's boy
who loves being dominated.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

Or a pot-bellied sugar daddy
who promised to finance her big movie.

- No, I don't know.
- You're right. You're right.

A mindless trophy boy toy.

- Getting warmer.
- Let me know when he gets here.

He's here.

- Hi.
- Hey.

How long you been seeing her?

- How long you been seeing Brumby?
- I'm not seeing him.

- What did you do after dinner?
- What did you do?

- Attention on deck.
- As you were.

I'm sure you're all aware
of the Australian role

in the peacekeeping mission
in East Timor.

With that in mind, I just received word
from the Royal Australian Navy.

They are recalling
Commander Brumby.

All hands on deck.

- Colonel, this will impact you most.
- Sir?

I'm transferring
Brumby's caseload to you.

Take some.

Distribute the rest among the staff.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'll be happy
to take some of those cases.

She'd be happy to take all the cases.

I mean,
I admire your enthusiasm, lieutenant.

I'm sure you'll all join me
in wishing Commander Brumby well.

Enter.

Excuse me, admiral.

This just arrived
from the Court of Appeals, sir.

Thanks, Tiner.

- Don't you want to look at it first, sir?
- Go ahead.

The court
has upheld the guilty verdict.

But they've granted
a new sentencing hearing

on the basis of inadequate counsel.

"Court of Appeals
for the Armed Forces

concludes that the failure
of defence counsel

to submit relevant
mitigating circumstances

deprived the defendant
of the effective assistance of counsel."

Congratulations, colonel.

It seems your appeal strategy
was well chosen.

I take no satisfaction
in my victory, sir.

Why not? You did an excellent job.

A man on death row
may get off because of it.

At the expense
of the admiral's reputation.

Just a minute.

Lock it up, Marine.

You sure the hell did not join this office
to protect my damn reputation.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

At ease.

Enter.

- Sir.
- Commander Rabb.

The colonel was just accepting
my congratulations

on an outstanding job
on the Farmer appeal.

Oh, well, may I add
my congratulations, sir? Colonel.

In fact, you did so well, you'll continue
representing Corporal Farmer

during his new sentencing hearing.

Sir, I really don't think
I'm the best person for the job.

On the contrary,
since Brumby's leaving,

you'll be representing
the government.

You've never argued
a capital case before, is that correct?

- No, sir.
- Do you have a problem with that?

No, sir.

What do we gain by executing him?

For one thing,
we act in accordance with the law.

The law allows a sentence
of life in prison.

You can make that deal.

Mac, he committed the murders
prior to '97.

He's eligible for parole after
ten years' imprisonment. That's now.

You don't think a parole board
would ever release him.

- Probably not.
- Well, then, why kill him?

That's a question you might wanna ask
the victims' families.

Harm.

Mac, it is not up to us to decide
if he lives or dies anyway.

That's what juries are for.

Agent Matlovich,
how long after Caleb Farmer

shot and killed three fellow Marines
did you apprehend him?

Well, we got there about 30 minutes
after the shooting began.

An armed detachment of Marines
had secured the area

and was about to move in
when we arrived.

What was he doing at the time, sir?

He was just sitting there,

drinking from a bottle of bourbon
and crying.

What kind of weaponry did he have?

He had a sniper rifle
with a telescopic sight and an M-16.

The spent casings indicated
he'd fired about 50 rounds.

And what did this suggest to you?

Premeditation.

And the desire to inflict
as much bodily harm as possible.

Objection. Speculation.

Defendant's intent to inflict harm
has been well established.

- Overruled.
- Nothing further.

Did you find anything else
in Caleb Farmer's car?

An empty bottle of bourbon.

And what was the defendant's
blood alcohol level

when you took him into custody?

Point-one-four percent.

- Making him legally intoxicated?
- Yes, ma'am.

To the point
where his judgement was impaired

and impulse control inhibited?

Objection. The witness is not an expert
on the effects of alcohol.

The witness
is an experienced NCIS officer

who's investigated many crimes
involving alcohol.

I'll allow it.

Can that much alcohol
impair judgement

and inhibit impulse control?

- It can.
- Thank you.

Redirect?

Agent Matlovich, seven Marines
were wounded by M-16 fire.

There were three fatalities
due to a sniper rifle.

Is it possible to fire a rifle
with the expertise

that Caleb Farmer demonstrated
if he were intoxicated

to the point
where his faculties were impaired?

Objection. The witness has no basis
upon which to render that judgement.

The witness
is an experienced NCIS officer,

having investigated many crimes
involving alcohol, Your Honour.

I'll allow the question. Overruled.

If he were that drunk, sir,

I don't think
he could hit his targets as well.

So one explanation
for the deadly accuracy

that Mr. Farmer demonstrated
is that he drank after the ambush

while he was waiting
to be apprehended.

That's feasible. Yes.

Thank you. No further questions.

No re-cross, Your Honour.

The government calls Alex Kryler
to the stand, sir.

Do you swear the evidence you give
will be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Thank you for coming today,
Mr. Kryler.

I know this must be difficult for you.

I wanted to come.

Will you recount for us, please,
Mr. Kryler,

the events which took place
the morning of September 22nd, 1986,

which led to your being paralysed?

I was a staff sergeant with
the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit

stationed at Camp Pendleton.

We were on the exercise field
when the shooting began.

Sniper fire was coming from a ridge
above the P. T. Field.

Captain Pfeiffer ran toward the ridge.

I followed.

Clear.

Right there.

The captain was about 50 feet away
from the sniper when he went down.

I was crawling toward the captain
to pull him out of the line of fire

when I saw the shooter.

He knew who I was.

He looked me right in the eye.

Then he fired.

Is the man who fired the shots
in this courtroom?

Him.

Let the record reflect the witness
has indicated Caleb Farmer,

the defendant.

No further questions.

What nickname did your unit have
for the defendant?

Barney Fife.

And why did you call him that?

Because he acted
like he was a badass Marine.

Talking about how he wanted to go
to Lebanon and kick butt.

He was a cartoon.
Everyone thought so.

Were you present
when the defendant's boots

were stuffed with dog faeces
during an overnight mission?

I knew about it.

How about when his sleeping bag
was set on fire?

We wanted him out
of the Marine Corps. He didn't belong.

The guys tormented him,
didn't they?

Torment?

You have no idea
what torment is, colonel.

You hear me?

You miserable excuse
for a human being.

They should have ejected you
years ago.

- Mr. Kryler.
- Look what you did, son of a bitch.

Mr. Kryler!

Look at me, you sicko.

Are you satisfied?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Then die.

They're gonna kill me, aren't they?

We need a witness to speak for you.

- There's nobody, ma'am.
- There's gotta be someone.

A parent, a relative, a friend.
Someone that you did a favour for.

Someone to say
that you were kind to dogs, all right?

Help me out here, Caleb.

Nobody.

Would you do something for me,
colonel?

What?

Would you be there
when they do it?

If you want me to, I'll be there.

In 1986, I was a counsellor

assigned to the Family Service Center
at Pendleton.

Did you counsel Caleb Farmer?

Yes, sir. Five times
during the spring and summer of '86.

He was upset
about the treatment he was receiving

from the Marines in his unit.

Did he tell you that he planned to kill
the Marines who were bothering him?

- He did.
- You didn't take him seriously.

No. He was angry.

But he seemed rational.
I figured he was venting.

So when he actually carried out
his threat,

did he understand
the wrongfulness of his act?

Yes, I believe he did.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Your witness.

Mr. Messers,
do you have a medical degree?

No. I have a master's in social work.

So on the basis of this training,

you decided that Caleb Farmer
was sane and rational?

Well, he was depressed
and had anxieties,

but he wasn't insane.

What did you prescribe
for his depression and anxiety?

I suggested
anger-management techniques.

In fact, didn't you suggest
that he pretend he was a duck

and let the teasing
roll off his back like water?

It's a proven technique.

Did Caleb Farmer ask you
to refer him to a psychiatrist?

Well, he did.

But if I had referred him, it would have
gone in his permanent record

and his military career
would have been over.

Would you please read this report

prepared by a Navy psychologist
after Farmer's arrest?

Just the highlighted portion, please.

"Subject possesses
a marked personality disorder

with paranoid tendencies."

He asked you for help,

and you told him
to pretend he was a duck.

It's nice to know that you were
concerned about his military career.

No further questions.

To a safe journey.

Cheers.

I'm glad you came tonight.

Well, I'm glad you invited me.

I only had 72 hours left to figure out
how I was gonna get you alone.

Do you think
you'll come back to the States?

I certainly hope so.

You Yanks are an entertaining lot.

- Do you want me to come back?
- Of course.

No, Mac.

I mean, do you want me
to come back to you?

Mic, why do you keep after me?

Because you haven't
told me to stop.

Have you?

I can't.

I mean, you're going back
to Australia.

It's your dream come true, isn't it?

No danger of commitment.

Isn't that what you were afraid of?

Is that what I said?

It's not what you meant.

Look, I'm just not
in a good place right now.

I mean, this trial,
and I've got a man's life in my hands.

Two men's lives.

Hello?

This is Colonel MacKenzie.

What? When?

Yeah, right.

Farmer tried to kill himself.

They should have just let me die.

Well, if that's what you want,

no need to gouge your wrist
with a sharpened spoon.

- Government will be happy to kill you.
- They're taking too long.

Am I wasting my time
fighting to keep you alive?

Stop fighting.

You tell them
I want that injection now.

- No.
- Why not?

Don't tell me it's because you care
what happens to me.

Because you are no longer
a threat to anyone.

Because maybe you'll find a way
to atone for what you did.

Why are you here?

So you wouldn't be alone.

What kind of a man
was your husband, Mrs. Pfeiffer?

The kind you dream you'll marry.

Generous, loving,
devoted to me and the kids.

Dedicated to the Marine Corps.

Did it bring your family
any comfort, ma'am,

when former Corporal Farmer
sent you a letter

apologising for killing your husband?

It may have brought him comfort,
not us.

Thank you.

I am sorry for your loss, Mrs. Pfeiffer.

You said your husband
was a compassionate man?

Yes.

If you could reach out and ask him,

"Do you want us to execute
the man who killed you?"

What do you think he'd say?

I think he'd say, "No, I do not."

Thank you, Mrs. Pfeiffer.

Not for killing Darrin.

But for leaving me without a husband
and my children without a father,

for killing the other Marines
and destroying their families?

Yes, I think Darrin
would want him executed.

Sir, the government rests.

You may step down, ma'am.

Defence may call its first witness.

We have no witnesses,
Your Honour,

but the defendant would like
to make an unsworn statement.

The defendant will rise.

Proceed.

If you decide to kill me,
I wouldn't blame you.

But if you decide to let me live,

I will make a solemn vow
to live the rest of my life

seeking redemption from God
and from my fellow man.

Maybe somehow, something good
could still come of all this.

You know, someone once said,

"A man is more than just
the worst thing he's ever done."

I pray it's true.

That's all I have to say.

Do you want to order in?

- I'm not hungry.
- Brumby coming later?

I have to work
on my closing argument.

But what about you? Don't you have
a date with Cecilia B. DeMille?

Oh, if you mean, Renee, no.

You know, you have to tell me
what you see in her sometime.

She's a multi-layered personality.

How many of those layers
have you peeled off?

I'm going to return to work.

Harm.

Do you think he should die?

As I said before,
that's not up to us to decide.

I know. Do you think he should die?

My job is to convince the members

that he should,
and that's what I intend to do.

Practising closing arguments
on each other?

Yeah, something like that, sir.

My advice, don't look at the widow.

Don't look at the defendant.

Good night.

Nothing can excuse
what Caleb Farmer did.

Nothing.

To mow down,
with premeditated precision,

his fellow Marines,
unarmed and unaware,

that is a crime
which cannot be mitigated

by what you have heard
at this hearing.

You must sentence him to death.

That is your terrible burden.

It is also your duty.

It is normal to feel sorrow at the
thought of taking another man's life.

But bear in mind,

it is that sorrow

which sets decent people apart
from murderers like Caleb Farmer.

I believe that when a person commits
a crime so heinous

that we cannot comprehend
its horror,

that person ceases to be human
and becomes a monster.

It's okay to kill monsters.

Caleb Farmer is not a monster.

He is a human being.

Troubled and sick, but human.

Now, I'm not saying
we shouldn't punish him.

Of course, he must be punished.

But make him live out
the rest of his days behind bars.

He can't hurt us anymore.

And let us be human beings too.

The defence will rise.

General Perry,
announce the sentence, please.

Caleb Farmer, this court-martial
sentences you to be put to death.

The defendant will be held at
the United States Disciplinary Barracks

at Fort Leavenworth until such time
as execution is carried out.

Remember what you promised me?

Remember what you promised me.

I appreciate your hospitality,
admiral.

It's been an honour serving
under your command.

And I appreciate your work,
commander.

Expect an outstanding FITREP
from me.

Thank you, sir.

You know, if you're ever in Sydney,
you should look me up.

I know a few places you can go.

King's Cross.

- What, you've been there, sir?
- Oh, yeah.

Are you ready for another one?

Yes, sir.

- Admiral.
- Sir.

I just wanted to say
I enjoyed knowing you, sir.

Enjoyed knowing you too, mate.

It won't be the same here
without you.

Two minutes down the road,
you won't even remember my face.

I'll remember it.

Good luck, sir.

It was nice having you around,
commander.

But nicer to see me go, right?

- Not true.
- Good.

Because I got a feeling
we'll see each other again.

Cheers, mate.

- Have a safe trip home, sir.
- Thank you, lieutenant.

Can I buy you a drink, commander?

Out of uniform, it's Harm.

And I'm good. Thanks.

Admiral.

Colonel, how are you?

I couldn't save him, sir.

I thought you put up
a damn good defence.

And I called you ineffective counsel.

I feel like such an idiot.

Well, you know, colonel,
all these years,

I thought maybe there was
something else I could've done.

Now I know there wasn't.

Sometimes justice has a way of
asserting itself in spite of what we do.

Tough loss, colonel.

I'm sure you were a worthy opponent,
as always.

I was worried you wouldn't show.

Of course I would have.

When are you leaving?

Ten minutes ago.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mic.

It seems cut short.

Yeah.

Maybe you can visit me down under.

New location, no worries, you know.

Maybe I will.

Right, then.

Poor sucker
never had a chance with her.

- So long, everybody.
- So long, sir.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, so long.

Once a jolly swagman
Camped beside a billabong

Under the shade of a coolibah tree

And he sang as he sat
And he waited till his billy boiled

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

And he sang as he sat
And he waited till his billy boiled

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

And he sang as he sat
And he waited till his billy boiled

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

And he sang as he sat
And he waited till his billy boiled

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me