Be warned; while I love this series, it sometimes drives me to profanity.
Or else I just imagine the characters swearing because it’s funny.
A new day has dawned in the Australian bush. The sun is shining. Birds are tweeting. What I presume to be a kookaburra is sitting in what I presume is the old gumtree.
And James Freeman is fleeing for his life, with Timmins and some marines in –
-actually not so hot pursuit. Because Timmins, who I am pretty sure has gotten a stitch judging by the way he’s clasping his side (I feel your pain, buddy) halts his men once they come to a clearing. “We go any deeper, we die.” Instead he fires a rifle into the air, then gets two other marines to do the same, giving the illusion they were firing at James.
On the beach, as Marston’s body is brought on shore, Tommy and Elizabeth hear the shots and expect the worst.
Ross marches to his tent, and he is seething.