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Where's the officer of the watch, Chief?

Nature called, ma'am.
If you want, I'll get him.

Not necessary.

Kind of late
to be going on liberty, Lieutenant.

I just got off midwatch.

I didn't figure Mr Holbarth'd
stick you with that, ma'am.

I mean,
he usually reserves midnight to 4:00

for sailors needing motivating.

- You're on watch, Chief.
- Well, I'm single, Lieutenant.

Wouldn't be fair
having a married chief stand watch

her first weekend in port.

- Did you call a cab, ma'am?
- No, I had my car delivered to the lot.

- Request permission to leave the ship?
- Very well, ma'am.

- How much are they paying you, Chief?
- 100 bucks a watch.

Sorry, Chief.

Must have been all that fresh fruit
that we got onboard when we docked.

Yeah, it usually happens to me
after a long deployment.

- Too much fresh fruit?
- No, too much booze on liberty.

Mr Roberts.

Has Lieutenant Schonke gone ashore?

- No, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Well, which is it?
- She just signed out, Lieutenant.

- Where the hell were you, Mr Roberts?
- I was in the head, sir.

Nobody's supposed to leave this ship

without the officer of the watch
giving permission, mister.

I know, sir. But...

Ensign Roberts was indisposed,
Lieutenant,

and I was acting
officer of the watch, sir.

- Permission to leave the ship?
- Very well, sir.

Mr Roberts,

I have observed
in my 17 years in the Navy

that some of her officers
are full of horse puckey.

We get eggs and pancakes
on the ship, Chief.

I don't know why you want to
pay for them at the diner.

Mr Roberts, if you have to ask that
after six months at sea,

I can't explain it to you.

Isn't that Lieutenant Schonke?

Oh, my God.

Mr Roberts, don't touch anything.

All right, you know the drill.
The usual search for a murder weapon.

I want everything checked.

Check the bushes, the dumpsters,
the trash cans.

Check everything.

Let's get a couple of divers
off of that pier.

Have them check around the carrier.

- That's where I'd have dumped it.
- Sure thing.

- Well, lookey, lookey, lookey. JAG.
- Yes, sir. Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

- This is Lieutenant JG Austin.
- I can read rank, Mr Rabb.

Well, I didn't mean to imply
that you couldn't, sir.

Brian Turque.

NCIS agent aboard the Seahawk.

Well, we're looking forward
to working with you, Agent Turkey.

It's Turque. That's okay.

I heard about you, Commander.

JAG's hotshot investigator.

Just remember,
this murder happened on my turf.

Anything you come up with, I get.

- And anything you come up with?
- I get that, too.

What have you got so far,
Agent Turque?

White female.
Shot twice in the chest at close range.

She was the crypto officer onboard.

Lieutenant Diane Schonke.

- Any witnesses?
- No.

Nobody saw or heard anything.

Harm?

Harm?

We were supposed
to have dinner last night.

She called about 6:00,
said she got stuck with the midwatch

and she'd drive up early this morning.

When we got this call,

it never occurred to me
it could be Diane.

I left a note on the door for her.

I'm so sorry, Harm.

- Put it back, JAG!
- What?

You can't investigate
the murder of your girlfriend.

How about my sister?

She was your sister?

No, but that's a better way
to describe our relationship,

and I'm not leaving
her murder investigation

to someone who jumps to conclusions
as fast as you.

The victim was a girlfriend
of Commander Rabb's?

An academy classmate.

He claims their relationship
was strictly platonic, Admiral.

Then I'm sure it was.

NCIS is demanding to have him
removed from the investigation.

- Demanding?
- Yes, sir.

Specifically, the investigator
onboard the Seahawk.

An Agent Turque.

- Turque? You're kidding me.
- No, sir.

And I thought Chegwidden was bad.

He's demanding that
Lieutenant Commander Rabb

be removed from the investigation, sir.

Nobody pulls a JAG officer
off an investigation except me or God

and he hasn't asked.

Well, technically, this Turque...

His life in high school
must have been hell.

Oh, I'm sure it was, sir.

Anyway, as I was saying,
technically, this

NCIS agent has jurisdiction.

- You have a solution?
- Yes, sir.

I take point in the JAG investigation.

Alison, you're a hell of a prosecutor,
but you're not a murder investigator.

I would be
with Commander Rabb as my assistant.

I admit, it's walking the ethical tightrope,

but it would combine his skills
with my judgement

which is free
of his emotional entanglement.

Do it.

- You have a devious mind, Alison.
- Thank you, sir.

And you're sitting in my chair.

Why'd you run after her?

We were supposed to meet
for dinner tonight.

Hard to believe
it happened less than 24 hours ago.

- You had a dinner date?
- Yes.

You're here to observe, Lieutenant,
not question.

You were saying?

I ran after Diane because I didn't have
her shore phone number

and we hadn't decided
where to meet for dinner.

- Did you catch up to her?
- No. Never saw her.

Were you and Lieutenant Schonke

lovers?

Just good friends.

Really?

Interesting.

You're the second officer
who was just good friends.

It's not that unusual
among younger people, Agent Turque.

How long did you know
Lieutenant Schonke?

A little over two months.
She joined us late in the deployment.

Replaced a crypto officer
whose wife was killed in a car crash.

And you were officer of the deck
last night, Commander?

That's correct.

That's unusual, isn't it, sir?

- The exec standing watch?
- I suppose so.

But we'd just docked
after six months at sea.

Most of the ship's crew was on leave.

With the skipper called away
to Washington,

I had to stay onboard anyway,
so I decided to stand a watch.

And Lieutenant Schonke
was junior officer of the deck?

During the midwatch, yes.

And Lieutenant Lamm?

He was communications officer
during the midwatch.

Commander Holbarth,

where did those officers
stand their watches?

Lieutenant Lamm in the comm room.

Lieutenant Schonke
was right here on the bridge.

In port, watches are usually stood
on the quarterdeck,

but since it was our first night in dock,

- I decided to stand it here.
- Yes, sir.

So Lieutenant Schonke
was here with you, sir?

Yes, the junior officer of the deck
is the officer of the deck's assistant.

- Gave you four hours to chat.
- About the ship, Commander.

We may be tied to a dock,

but there were dozens of situations
which required my attention.

There was little time for chit-chat.

Did you notice anything odd
in her behaviour, sir?

She seemed anxious
to get the watch over and get ashore

but everyone did.

Was anybody
unusually interested in her?

Yes.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

Diane told me she felt
someone was always watching her.

Stalking her?

Well, of course
someone was always watching her.

There were 5,000 men on this ship
and she was a beautiful woman.

- You think she was being paranoid?
- No.

- And why is that, Lieutenant?
- Because she was murdered.

It can get a little confusing
below deck, ma'am.

That's why every compartment
is numbered.

Now, the first number
is the deck number.

We're on 02. We're going down to 03.

03 indicates
that we are on the third deck

below the flight deck.

Then comes the frame number.

341 indicates
that we are moving from this frame...

- Ensign? You're giving me a headache.
- Sorry, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

- Just walk this way, please.
- Nice to see you again, Mr Roberts!

Thank you, sir. You, too.

- You know each other?
- Yes, ma'am.

Commander Rabb came onboard
early in our deployment.

I sure hope you get the guy that raped
and murdered Lieutenant Schonke, sir.

- Raped?
- Yes, sir.

I just delivered the preliminary
coroner's report to Agent Turque.

Which you read?

Well, there wasn't a cover sheet
on the fax, ma'am.

And here are your quarters,
Commander.

Ensign, show Lieutenant Austin
to the victim's quarters

so she can get started,
and get me a copy of that report asap.

Yes, ma'am.

Which would you like me
to do first, ma'am?

- Let's go, Roberts.
- Yes, ma'am.

Stay a moment, Commander.

I could never handle sea duty.

You probably won't have to.

- So it was just platonic?
- Don't start, Commander.

I've always maintained that there's
no such thing as a platonic relationship

between a healthy man and woman,

unless one of them is gay
and the other is neutered.

Diane and I never slept together.

What were you going to do
all weekend, play gin?

Red light, Commander.

- My God, I think you really mean it.
- I do.

Agent Turque wants you off this case

because he didn't buy
your "good friends" story

any more than I did.

Perhaps if I could understand,
I could convince him.

Diane and I both played by the rules

and the rules at the academy
were clear.

Maybe we played by them so long,
we didn't know how to do anything else.

Whatever the reason,

Diane and I never had
a sexual relationship.

And frankly, I don't give a damn

if you or Turque
or anybody believes me.

All I care about
is nailing whoever did this to her.

And if you have any decency,
Commander,

you won't ask me
anything personal about us again.

Commander?

Sorry I'm late.

I was going over the leave
and liberty rosters.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Harm?

Sorry, sir.

I'm Sarah Williams, Diane's bunkmate.

I wasn't informed they'd found you.

If you're done consoling the Lieutenant,
I have some questions.

Sorry, sir.

I just know how close they were.

It's nothing to apologise for, Sarah.

How close were they, Lieutenant?

She spoke of Harm...

Commander Rabb often.

They'd been friends since the academy.

- Just friends?
- Yes, sir.

Diane spoke of the Commander
like a brother.

Did she have any other friends
who weren't like brothers?

You mean, was she involved
in a romantic relationship?

Yes.

If only for a night.

I need to speak to you
outside, Commander.

This will only take a minute.

- Don't you see what he's doing?
- Baiting me.

He wants you to assault him.

It'll get us both
kicked off the investigation.

Don't worry, Commander.
I won't let him get to me. I promise.

Are we ready?

Just ask the questions, Turque.

You were about to tell us
if Lieutenant Schonke

was involved in a romantic relationship.

None that I knew of.

How do you explain
a sexually attractive young female

at sea with thousands of men

having no romantic contacts?

It's against Navy regs.

Although she did get hit on a lot.

By who?

Lieutenant Lamm.

He's one of those officers
who doesn't get the word

no matter how many times
the Navy puts it out.

Diane gave him a couple of yellow lights
and finally had to speak to the XO.

- Commander Holbarth?
- Yes, ma'am.

He couldn't harass her
without going on report,

so he stalked her.

Commander Rabb,
one more interruption

and you're out of here.

Did she say Lieutenant Lamm
was stalking her?

She didn't know who it was.

Why didn't you tell us
Lieutenant Schonke complained

of being harassed by Lieutenant Lamm?

It wasn't a formal complaint.

You didn't report it?

No.

Commander, it's a violation
of Navy regs

for a superior officer
to ignore reports of sexual harassment

- formal or informal.
- I know. I know!

But Lieutenant Schonke emphasised

that Lieutenant Lamm
hadn't overtly harassed her.

She said that it was borderline
and she wanted me to talk to him

before she had to make it official.

What did Lieutenant Lamm say?

He said that the problem
was not with him, but with the Navy,

which was so paranoid
about sexual harassment

that normal social intercourse
between the sexes

was no longer possible.

- He actually said "intercourse"?
- Social intercourse, yes.

Perhaps not the best choice of words,
but semantically correct.

- This could end my career, couldn't it?
- It isn't gonna help it.

You should have protected yourself,
Commander.

Lieutenant Lamm was a good officer.

He didn't want anything official
marring his record.

Did you follow up
with Lieutenant Schonke?

Yeah. Several days later.

She said he'd stopped speaking to her

except as necessary
in the performance of their duties.

He started stalking her instead.

- What?
- Lieutenant Lamm and Williams claim

the victim said someone
was stalking her.

No. No. She never reported that to me.

I'd have acted on it if she did.

And why would she tell
Lieutenant Lamm?

Probably didn't want
to ruin his career, either.

It was her way of warning him
to stop stalking her.

Being nice may have cost her her life.

You have no idea how difficult it is

escorting a civilian on a tour
of the flight deck during flight ops.

- That's flight operations.
- Got it.

Yeah, everyone's wearing
helmets and earplugs.

The only way that you can communicate
is by using hand signals.

So I came up with, like,
this little system, right?

Where it's sort of like
the symbols on the road signs

where the first time you see them,
you understand them.

- Like...
- Follow me?

Or...

- Watch your step?
- Right.

- Or...
- Look right? Look left?

- Stop?
- Try this one.

Mark your territory?

No, sir. No...

- Shake a leg? Hurry up?
- Yes, ma'am.

Would you excuse us, Mr Roberts?

Did I do something wrong, sir?

No. I'd just like to speak
to the Lieutenant in private.

Oh, sorry. Yes, sir.

I'll... I'm on my way.

- What's up?
- Lamm was harassing Diane.

She complained
to Commander Holbarth.

Why didn't the Commander
say anything when you questioned him?

That's what Krennick's going to find out.

I knew something wasn't right

when Lamm said Schonke told him
that she was being stalked.

- Because he was the stalker.
- He left the ship, you know.

- What?
- He went ashore to grab some lunch.

He'll be back at 1400
to stand his watch.

- Harm, don't do it!
- He may be fleeing!

If he is, we'll get a warrant.

Harm!

So then I explained it to him
and he still didn't get it.

- What can I get for you, Commander?
- Just coffee.

May I help you, sir?

You're one of the JAG officers
investigating the murder, aren't you?

She didn't deserve to die like that.

- She didn't deserve to die at all.
- No.

Of course not.
That was a stupid thing for me to say.

Damn stupid.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir,
I have a watch to...

Sit down, Lieutenant.

Why did you run after Diane
at 4:00 in the morning?

It's in my statement.

I didn't think she'd leave the ship
so soon after going off midwatch.

We'd had a date for Saturday night

and I didn't have
her shore phone number.

What a coincidence. Diane and I
had a date on Saturday night.

You knew her?

So how could you have a date with her
when I did, Mr Lamm?

I...

I didn't. I was hoping to get one.

- So you lied in your statement?
- I didn't kill her.

- You stalked her.
- That wasn't me!

I was the one who told the inquiry
she was being stalked.

Yeah, you were the one
who told the inquiry

you had a date with her, too.

It was somebody else, I swear.

You sexually harassed her, didn't you?

I may have told
a few off-colour jokes, but I...

And when she reported you to the XO...

- What?
...you started stalking her.

- No!
- You lying son of a bitch!

Lamm, no, no!

- He killed Diane!
- Lf he did, this isn't gonna prove it, sir!

This is just gonna
get you court-martialled!

Consider yourself
restricted to the ship, Lieutenant.

- Escort him back onboard, Chief.
- Aye, sir.

And then report my assault to the XO.

What assault, sir?

I didn't kill Diane

but I can understand
how someone in love with her feels.

Let's go, Chief.

- Okay, then.
- Okay, Commander.

Ma'am.

- Ma'am.
- Sailor.

I guess the word's out?

Did you think slugging a junior officer
in a crowded hash house

would go unnoticed?

Lt'll headline the next issue
of the Navy Times.

"JAG officer assaults suspect
in carrier murder."

Is Turque charging Lamm?

He didn't have the evidence
to warrant it.

He harassed her, he stalked her,

and he chased after her
the night she was murdered.

The victim told Commander Holbarth

that she thought
Lieutenant Lamm might harass her.

Lieutenant Williams said the victim
didn't know who was stalking...

Stop calling her "the victim."

And Lieutenant Lamm
had a reasonable explanation

for running after her on the pier.

He lied about that.

- Like you lied about sleeping with her?
- Damn it, Krennick!

Watch it, Commander!

If I were you, I'd toughen my hide.

Otherwise, you're going to look
like a fool on the witness stand.

What witness stand?

The one Lamm's defence attorneys
are going to stick you on

if we charge him with murder.

You're his Mark Fuhrman.

- No smoking!
- Stuff it.

You'll have to stand captain's mast.

And he said
he wasn't gonna file a complaint.

He isn't. I am.

Damage control.
I need to disassociate myself from you.

- A captain's mast could end my career.
- Better yours than mine.

You meant that.

I'm not gonna throw away my career

because you're pining over
your academy sweetheart.

- You're jealous!
- Of a dead woman? I don't think so.

Besides, you've made it perfectly clear
that we have no personal future.

Hey, Alison, don't do this.

If I don't report you,
Agent Turque will make sure

that the Seahawk's skipper does
when he returns on Monday.

That'll give me 36 hours
to prove Lamm killed Diane.

- You'll need a confession.
- I'll get it.

Just don't beat it out of him.

So tell me, what was she like, Sarah?

Diane always listened when you talked.

That's unusual for someone beautiful.

- You don't think beautiful women listen?
- Not most. They don't have to.

- But Diane did.
- Intensely.

I mean,
if you were talking to Diane in a crowd,

it was as if the two of you were alone.

We had liberty in Naples
before sailing home.

Toured Pompeii
and overnighted in Capri.

One of those weekends
you have to be rich or in the Navy to get.

Was she writing a novel?

- You found it.
- In the computer.

What little of it I read, I liked.

Her hero's Harm.

She uses a different name, but it's him.

Is it? I didn't read enough of it to tell.

Diane was in love with him.

- Did she say that?
- No, but it was obvious.

She kept all his letters.
Her lockbox was full of them.

It's empty now.

I guess they took them
when they searched her things.

Hello?

Hello? Is somebody there?

Hello?

Hello?

- Hello?
- Security. Gunnery Sergeant Cahill.

Thank God! Gunnery Sergeant,
this is Commander Krennick.

I'm disoriented.

I'm on the 03 level at bulkhead 341.

I need to get to female officers' country.

You have to go down to go up, ma'am.

I have to go down to go up?
That doesn't make sense.

Your passageway doesn't go through
on the 03 level, ma'am.

You need to go aft to bulkhead 348-S

down to the 04 level,

then back forward to the ladder
at bulkhead 340-S.

Which way is aft?

The bulkhead numbers go up
as you go aft.

Thank you, Gunnery Sergeant.

Okay. 348-S.

Where the hell am I?

Okay. 347. 344.

Damn! 345.

Okay.

Okay, 342.

Yes!

- Are you okay, ma'am?
- No! Somebody's after me!

- I didn't find anyone, ma'am.
- Well, he was there just a second ago!

I can have the area swept, ma'am,

but if someone was down there,
he's gone by now.

What do you mean, "if"?
Somebody was after me.

Yes, ma'am. If you say so, ma'am.

Lieutenant Lamm, your presence
is requested on the bridge.

Lieutenant Lamm to the bridge, asap.

Why didn't you tell the Commander
the hatch was closed?

No excuse, sir.

I only realised it was secured
after the Commander hung up,

so I ran down to open it.

- Did you see the stalker?
- No, sir.

I only searched the 04 level
for a few minutes and it was dark.

- He killed the lights.
- No, I'm afraid we did that, Commander.

With only a skeleton crew onboard,

engineering is shutting down
all non-essential power.

- That'll be all, Gunny.
- Aye, sir.

What were you doing
in engineering, Commander?

Trying to find my quarters.

- In engineering?
- I got lost.

This isn't a ship. It's a maze.

If it's any consolation, Commander,
we all get lost sooner or later.

You sure you didn't imagine
Lieutenant Lamm stalking you?

I am not afraid of the dark,
nor do I have an overactive imagination.

Why do you doubt me?

Lieutenant Lamm
doesn't strike me as being stupid.

He knows he's my number one suspect.

Especially after Commander Rabb's
little t�te-�-t�te.

Why would he be stalking you?

Maybe he can't help himself.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

Not your fault, sir. I'm a little edgy.

Well, it's understandable.

It's kind of spooky on a carrier
with a skeleton crew.

- Diane said you were a chronic punster.
- Guilty.

- Just didn't think I'd be doing it so soon.
- Gangway!

Sorry, sir. Ma'am.

What's going on, Gunnery Sergeant?

Someone was stalking
Commander Krennick, sir.

She believes it was Lieutenant Lamm

and he hasn't been seen
since reporting back to the ship, sir.

- Did you check his quarters?
- On my way there now, sir.

Lieutenant Lamm, sir!

Lieutenant Lamm!

All right, lower away.

Lamm wasn't as smart as you thought.

We had nothing
but circumstantial evidence.

A good lawyer could have got him off.

Yeah, well,
I wish he hadn't used a computer.

It's always nice to have the suicide note
in the shooter's handwriting.

- You don't think he wrote it?
- I didn't say that.

But I'm not gonna let forensics
take this one for granted.

I had you all wrong.

How's that?

I thought you were
just another Navy rent-a-cop,

more concerned with control
than with solving the murder.

Yeah?

And I thought you were
just another hotshot female lawyer

who thought her sweat didn't stink.

It doesn't.

Sir. Ma'am.

- Have you seen Agent Turque?
- He's on the pier.

Well, the medical examiner faxed over
more autopsy details for Agent Turque.

- Can I see them?
- Sorry, sir.

Agent Turque instructed me
that these were for his eyes only.

In fact, his exact words were,

"Don't hand any faxes
over to Commander Rabb."

I see.

Fax for you, sir.

- You recall my order, Ensign?
- Yes, sir. Verbatim.

Commander, the XO asked
if you could join him on the bridge.

Admiral Chegwidden wants you
to report to his office tomorrow at 0800.

0800. Aye, ma'am.

Lieutenant, you are to remain here
to assist me.

Aye, ma'am.

Anything interesting?

More forensic data
from the medical examiner.

But you knew that.

You know, Meg,

Mr Roberts has the makings
of a fine Naval officer.

Or a criminal lawyer.

Well, I guess you can relax now,
Commander Krennick.

Hardly.

I thought Lieutenant Lamm's confession
would wrap up the investigations.

It shortens the murder inquiry,

but I still have to conduct
a suicide investigation.

Isn't that just pro forma?

Nothing in the Navy
is pro forma, Commander.

You know that.

I guess so.

If you want to know

if Lamm's confession and suicide
gets you off the hook

for not reporting
a possible sexual harassment

- among your junior officers...
- Well, that wasn't what I was asking.

...the answer is no.

I don't intend to put it in my report

but it's already
in Lieutenant Williams' statement.

I can't swear that someone won't read it
and charge you.

I can only say it won't be me.

Thank you, Commander.

You must think I'm rather callous.

Two of my officers are dead,

and I'm worried about
how it'll affect my career.

On the contrary, Commander,

I find it refreshingly honest.

I wrote her a poem
for our commissioning.

Silly thing about the sea and the sun.

She kept it in her copy
of The Navy Officer's Guide.

I have a pressed flower in mine.

You don't have to read that, Harm.

Not now. It's just the forensics
of what we already know.

Don't taint your memories
with an autopsy report.

What if he didn't do it?

Kill her? Or commit suicide?

Both.

And his suicide is so convenient.

Not for him.

And why was he stalking Krennick?

He was a rapist, Harm.
Everything they do defies logic.

It doesn't feel right.

I'll read it.

As if I were Oliver Stone.

I'll be in my quarters.

I'm gonna grab a shower
before heading to Washington.

Is it captain's mast?

Probably.

I didn't think she'd charge you.

Oh, the Admiral's a fair man.

What the hell
are you doing in my quarters?

I wanted to return those letters to you,

privately.

- I hope you don't mind I used your head.
- I mind.

- Where'd you get these?
- Schonke's lockbox.

You know,

either you're a very prolific writer,

or she saved every single letter
you ever sent to her.

You read them.

- Part of the job, Rabb.
- Oh, yeah. The good part.

Hey, look.

I shouldn't even be
turning those over to you.

Technically, they belong
to her next of kin.

Then why are you?

Because we met like
a couple of junkyard dogs in a pound.

I'd like to think we could part like men.

By the way, for what it's worth,

if it was me,

I'd have slugged him, too.

Commander?

Harm?

Yeah?

Come in!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I...

- I must have fallen asleep. What is it?
- The autopsy report.

- Her body was moved.
- Moved?

The lividity in her body indicates

that she lay curled in a foetal position
on her right side

for an hour or two after her death.

She was then moved
behind the wheel of her car.

The liberty log says that Lamm
was off the ship for only half an hour.

- He couldn't have done it.
- Yes, he could.

Lamm left the Seahawk again at 0630.

He could have murdered Diane,

put her in his trunk,
gone back to the ship,

and returned two hours later
to put her behind the wheel.

The only question is,
why would he do that?

- Are you sure about this?
- It's in the report.

Turque was waiting for me back here
after I left you.

He must have read the autopsy report.

Why isn't he raising
the same questions we are?

He was searching my quarters.

- For what?
- Evidence linking me to Lamm's murder.

Murder? He committed suicide.

I don't think so, Meg.
And neither does Agent Turque.

He believes I killed Lamm
to put an end to the investigation.

Harm, why would he suspect you?

If Lamm murdering Diane
and moving her later

doesn't make sense, what does?

Diane meeting someone outside of port

who murdered her
and brought her back here.

Turque knows Diane
was driving to Washington

to meet you that morning.

He thinks I killed Diane and Lamm.

I better get going if I'm gonna report
to the Admiral by 0800.

I need you to check with the Marines

that worked the gate
the night of the murder.

It's a long shot,

but if Diane left
with someone at that hour,

one of them might recall it.

You'd better get going,

unless you want to join me
in the shower.

- What if you don't come back?
- I'll come back.

Hey, Chief,
you think we can get the cook

to make us some of that mocha mint?

What did you two do
to catch the midwatch?

- Low man on the totem pole, sir.
- Just unlucky, sir.

I don't believe that for a minute.

- Permission to leave the ship?
- Very well, sir.

Where are you going, Commander?

I'm going to Washington.
I've been ordered to report to my CO.

I'm gonna have to
countermand that order.

Well, I don't think Admiral Chegwidden
would appreciate that, sir.

I'm afraid he has no choice.

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Lieutenant Diane Schonke.

I didn't murder Diane.

Then why were your fingerprints
all over the murder weapon

the divers found this afternoon?

You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.

Oh, hell, you're a lawyer.
You know your rights.