Previously on JAG:
MAN: 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.
(grunting)
No! Stop!
Ian, stop!
One of her sailors was m*rder*d.
Apparently the Aussies
have 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 m*rder him!
I don't believe you.
Don't you care if your
husband's convicted of m*rder?
Why don't you just
put it on the telly?
Yeah, but you're
in Australia, Mac.
Wear an Aussie bikini.
I'm afraid to ask.
Well, no worries.
It's a two-piece:
hat and a bottom.
Sir?
Is that Clayton Webb?
Hey, Mr. Webb!
What kind of mission
would he be on
in Australia, sir?
RABB: He's one of ours, Mic.
He might be one of yours
but he m*rder*d 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?
Uh, yes, ma'am.
Uh, dinner sounds great.
Uh, wait. I assumed we'd
be having dinner, Mac.
Don't assume, Mic.
Here, Bud, let me give you
these pictures Harriet sent.
ROBERTS: Thank you, ma'am.
He's gotten so big.
BRUMBY: It's only
been two days, mate.
Well, he changes every day, sir.
What?
(laughs)
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, uh,
time that we go?
Sir?
Yeah.
As they say, four's a crowd.
Hey, how about dinner tomorrow?
I'll call.
Hey, mate.
Don't forget your wigs
when you come to court.
Wigs?
ROBERTS: Unbelievable, sir.
She ate three dozen oysters.
She sucked them
right out of the shells. Ugh.
Mac is always eating
everything to excess, Bud.
Yeah, but that wasn't
the worst part, sir.
Her main dish was a bug.
Actually, it was
some sort of shellfish
but still, to eat
anything called a bug.
She's going to be
disappointed at dinner tonight.
She's going to
have to settle for...
Sir. There he is again.
(speaking German)
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.
Oh, of course.
We import them from Ravenscroft.
They've been making wigs
since the w*r of the Insurrection.
Oh, that's a w*r I
haven't heard of.
I believe you Americans call
it "The Revolutionary w*r."
Oh, that w*r.
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... oh!
Are you saying that a man
doesn't need to
understand a woman
as long as she's beautiful?
Even speaking the same language,
what man understands a woman?
You're referring to me.
Oh, 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 want to go topless.
You do if it's in front of Mic.
Well, 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 going to wait?
Mac...
We're not in Washington.
We're not even on
the same continent.
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 going
to take me to dinner?
RABB: Luna Park.
MACKENZIE: An amusement park?
Well, you like hot dogs.
Yeah, and what is
Mr. Practically-a-vegetarian
going to eat?
A corn dog?
(clearing throat)
Harm, what are you doing?
This is where Seaman
Dunsmore died 28 years ago.
Petty Officer Lee's
wife said she screamed
but she couldn't be heard
because of the
noise from the park.
(screams)
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.
What, your defendant
k*lled the Aussie with a knife?
He didn't k*ll 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.
Uh-huh.
You know, if this
wasn't a reenactment
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.
RABB: 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 harbor.
Harm, your client is lying.
RABB: 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 Ian
tripped over a cleat, too.
So we were both mistaken.
Or she's repeating
what you told her to say.
I just told her
to tell the truth.
She's afraid to
tell us the truth.
What? RABB: She
said we wouldn't want
to hear it, that it
would hang you.
You're lying.
Jen... would never say that.
We have no reason to lie.
Oh, 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 Ian att*cked 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... 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.
MAN: All rise.
Any persons having any
business before the court
give your attendance
and you shall be heard.
God save the Queen.
WOMAN: 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 Ian Dunsmore of
the Royal Australian Navy.
How do you plead?
Not guilty.
Your Honor, 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 realizes
is unaccustomed to you.
It is our pleasure to honor
the tradition, Your Honor.
The court also welcomes
Commander Brumby
and his associate
from the prosecution.
Thank you, Your Honor.
You ready to make your
opening statement, Commander?
I am, Your Honor. Proceed.
I wish to make a
motion, Your Honor.
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, uh...
I've got nothing to adjudicate.
I understand, Your Honor
but the charge as read
states that Seaman Dunsmore
was m*rder*d the
night of May 1, 1972.
There is no proof that Seaman
Dunsmore is dead, let alone m*rder*d.
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 m*rder.
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 Honor, the body
was mistakenly identified
28 years ago because the accused
switched uniforms and I.D.
tags to mislead the authorities.
That is pure
speculation, Your Honor.
BRUMBY: Your Honor, the
United States government
has even returned the
body to Australia to be buried.
It's obvious the person m*rder*d
that night was Seaman Dunsmore.
Obvious? Your Honor,
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 Honor
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 Honor
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 Honor.
My apologies, sir.
Your Honor, I request the
accused remain in police custody
pending positive
identification of the victim.
I object, Your Honor.
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 Honor, 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 m*rder*d.
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 Honor.
Your Honor, 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 Honor, if he's released
to the United States Navy
he can be returned to the
United States for prosecution
and 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 defense.
This court is in recess
until further notice.
Oh, God, the media.
Keep it brief. No worries.
Mr. Lee, Seven Network.
Can I ask, are you surprised
that the Supreme Court
released you today?
You betcha. I was
surprised to be charged at all.
You deny committing the
m*rder? Bloody right, I do.
BRUMBY: 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.
REPORTER: Well, if you insist
that you're not guilty,
then why did you run
28 years ago. No comment.
That'll be all.
Well, it is a legitimate...
Bloody sepo m*rder*r!
Let him go, Brumby.
You let him go.
Oh, no.
HOWELL: 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? BOTH: None, sir.
MACKENZIE: Sirs, Lieutenant
Roberts has mitigating testimony to offer.
They broke his jaw and
he wants to defend them?
Yes, sir, he does.
(MUFFLED): Sir,
it was a accident.
What the hell did he say?
He said it was an accident, sir.
How the hell could it
have been an accident?
(muffled speaking)
He says they were
defending themselves, sir.
(muffled speaking)
It was a fight
they didn't start.
(muffled speaking)
Lieutenant Roberts
got caught in the middle.
You understand him, Colonel?
Yes, sir, every word.
Amazing.
(muffled speaking)
That will be his testimony
at a judicial hearing, sirs.
He's letting them off the hook.
He might, but by god, I won't.
Captain.
CHEGWIDDEN (whispers):
Here's what I propose, sir.
Commanders, will you accept
a non-judicial punishment
for your actions?
BOTH: Yes, sir.
Good, 'cause you'd
have gotten it anyway.
Follow me.
BOTH: Aye, aye, sir.
I always did like Yank Seals.
At ease.
Strip to 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 Honor, but
I'm quite ready to proceed.
Same accident, Your Honor
but I, too, am ready.
Proceed.
The Queen v. Petty
Officer Kevin Lee.
Your Honor, 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 Honor.
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
s*ab to death
Seaman Ian Dunsmore
of the Royal Australian Navy.
The defense, 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 w*r?
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 m*rder in the first degree.
Thank you.
I'd give it an eight.
8.5. That "our young
sailor" line was good.
The defense 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
m*rder*d Seaman Ian 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
att*cked 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.
(both speaking Danish)
BRUMBY: Chief Toohey,
if Ian had split with Jenny
why would he start a fight?
He wouldn't.
I have here Crown exhibit three
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?
Ian and I were shipmates
on the Swan for three years.
Never knew him to own a knife.
Thank you, Chief.
Your witness, counsel.
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,
Ian'd be alive today.
Your Honor.
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 Ian.
I can tell you that.
No, you can't, Chief,
because you weren't there.
I have no further questions
for this witness, Your Honor.
Witness is excused.
Crown may call its next witness.
The crown calls
Miss Jenny Brooker.
Objection, Your Honor.
The witness is the
defendant's wife
and cannot be called
by the prosecution.
Your Honor, I have here
a copy of a notarized
marriage certificate
from Nashville, Tennessee,
stating on August 4, 1967
Kevin Lee was married
to a Miss 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 Honor.
First, is a notarized copy
of Petty Officer Kevin
Lee's death certificate.
Your Honor, this is ludicrous.
Kevin Lee is present
and 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 Honor...
Very creative, counselor.
This is New South Wales.
It's not Tennessee.
Objection overruled.
Court will take a
30 minute recess
after which the Crown
may call Miss Brooker.
All rise.
(muffled)
MAC: He said he feels helpless.
Keep covering my back, Bud.
(muffled): 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.
(muffled)
He said he'd rather
be speaking French.
(chuckles)
Ouch.
Ooh. Broken rib?
Ribs. Two.
(muffled): I don't
know why the admiral
forced the two to fight.
I don't think it took
much forcing, Bud.
(muffled): Well, with
all due respect, ma'am
it's really your fault.
They were fighting over you.
(chuckles lightly)
What did he say?
That, uh...
you deserved what you got.
(muffled): That's
not what I said.
She...
Relax, Bud.
I know you didn't say that.
Whatever it was,
you struck a chord.
BRUMBY: Did you enjoy watching
two men fight over you?
Objection, Your Honor.
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 Honor.
Miss Brooker, you claim
Ian came looking for you
and the accused. Yes.
Well, couldn't he simply
have been going to the dock
to catch the ferry, like you?
I suppose.
Were you and the accused
alone on the dock
when Ian arrived?
Yes.
Angry words were exchanged.
Yes.
Who spoke first?
I don't remember.
But you remember
who pulled the knife?
Yes. Ian.
Your Honor, I request
the witness step down
so she can demonstrate
precisely the events
as they occurred that night.
Granted.
Permission to approach
the witness, Your Honor?
Granted.
Assuming that you're Ian
will you demonstrate
how he opened the knife?
Do you know how to open
the knife, Miss Brooker?
What happened then?
They grappled.
Yes!
And Ian fell.
Yes!
Like this.
Objection. Your honor.
The Crown is staging this fight
according to his own script.
He didn't fall on the
knife, did he, Jenny?
(screaming)
Oh! God, no!
Your Honor.
Kevin pulled the knife
and Kevin stabbed
him, didn't he?
Your Honor, I object!
Yes!
Why are you saying this, Jen?
I can't lie anymore,
Kevin! I can't lie!
Order! Order in the court!
(knife drops)
(Jenny sobbing)
KEVIN: 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.
(muffled): That's some wife.
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.
She been away from home
lately? Weekends? Nights?
No. 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.
(indistinct talking)
They still in there?
(muffled): Yes, sir.
Thank you.
The publican tells
me the townhouse
is owned by Harold Storum.
He runs the art gallery here.
Specializes in aboriginal art.
(muffled): Sir,
the art at Uluru.
You know, they had
a lot of aboriginal art
on the walls at Uluru.
Is that what you just said?
(muffled): Yes, sir.
Sorry.
(inaudible talking)
Jen, come on,
sweetheart... honestly.
(indistinct talking continues)
Bud, give me the camera.
You can't run
with that trick knee.
Oh, I've had about as
much as you've had.
I'm not staggering too much.
(indistinct
conversation continues)
You are just going to have to
learn how to drive them both.
You all right?
(muffled): Yes, sir.
(indistinct talking)
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 Ian Dunsmore did he?
No.
Ian fell on his knife
while they were fighting.
Would you speak up, please?
Ian fell on his knife;
it was an accident.
Why did you lie?
Because I wanted Harold
and Harold wanted the money.
Oh... 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.
(muffled): 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.
When do we leave?
Tomorrow afternoon.
You'll be in Lieutenant
Robert's custody
until we reach Washington.
(muffled): 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.
But I've got to put things
right between Jen and me.
It's all my fault.
It's 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...
1500 hours, Qantas
departure lounge.
I'll be there, sir.
Thank you, again.
Congratulations, Harm.
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 going to run, Mac.
Not when all he needs to do
is pick up a few
papers to be free.
Congratulations, Commander.
Thank you, sir.
Me, too.
I'd have expected more than
a handshake if I'd won, Mac.
You always expect more
than you deserve.
Mic, I'm leaving tomorrow.
Would you like to
have dinner tonight?
I'd love it, Sarah.
Great, I'll see you
at the airport, Harm.
Admiral.
Well, you win some,
you lose some.
MAC: 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.
(chuckles)
Of course I like you, Mic.
I'm in love with you, Sarah.
Shh. 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
or 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 ocher like me
would take a miracle.
Look.
I'm praying one will fall from
the southern cross tonight.
(laughs)
Oh, God.
Uh... it's impossible, Mic.
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'd just be my wife.
Oh.
Okay, I need time to think.
Absolutely.
Yeah.
(chuckling)
Well?
Well... more time.
Wear my ring?
I can't.
On your right hand?
Um, until you decide.
Then all you have to do
is swap it over to the other.
Or not.
You're so beautiful.
(loud talking and laughter)
We did it!
Mic, wait...
Isn't that the boat we saw in
the video in court yesterday?
Freedom!
That bastard.
Jenny's affair was a setup.
The jury wouldn't
believe a loving wife
but they would a cheating wife
who was 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.
But I can't try him again;
it'll be double jeopardy.
He just got away
with bloody m*rder.
If you kiss me in front
of the admiral, it's over.
It'll just be a comradely
peck on the cheek.
Talk to Harriet yet?
(muffled): Not yet, sir.
Well, the wired jaw
should get you some slack.
(muffled): I certainly hope so.
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.
(over PA): Qantas
Flight 7 to Los Angeles
is now boarding all
first-class passengers.
That's me.
I'll see you onboard.
First class?
(speaking Japanese)
Did he show up yet?
Not yet.
I can't wait to see
the look on that
bastard's face...
Sir, here he comes.
Told you I'd be here, Commander.
So you did.
Uh, 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.
(muffled): You have the right
to remain silent...
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.
You taking the boat?
Ma'am?
The boat that you and Jenny
and Harold were on last night.
Should've waited till after the
court-martial to celebrate, Kevin.
Though we can't try
you for m*rder one again
I am going to nail
you for desertion
in a time of w*r.
BRUMBY: 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 on board.
(muffled): Aye, aye, sir.
I'm beginning to understand him.
Colonel, are
congratulations in order?
Uh, it's on the right hand, sir.
Ah, so it is.
Friendship ring?
For now.
(over PA): Qantas Flight 7 to
Los Angeles is now boarding
all business-class passengers.
Let's go, people.
I love you, Sarah MacKenzie.
Oh, Mic.
Commander, never look back.
No, sir.
05x16 - Boomerang: Part 2
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Follows the exploits of the "judge advocates" in the Department of the Navy's Office of the Judge Advocate General, based in the Washington metropolitan area.
Follows the exploits of the "judge advocates" in the Department of the Navy's Office of the Judge Advocate General, based in the Washington metropolitan area.