JAG s05e16 Episode Script

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 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.