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Will this do, Mrs. Holst?

Unzip me.

What happened here?

Nothing.

Chief Holst did this, didn't he?

Let's not talk about my husband.

Where are you going?

For a swim, silly.

Come on. Or are you all talk?

Come on! The water's warm!

Come on!

What's taking you so long?

I wanna play!

Rob?

Rob!

Following in his father's footsteps
as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

- Enter.
- You wanted to see me, judge?

Are you still working on securing
Liz Holst's testimony, commander?

Well, actually, I'm still working
on getting her to talk to me, judge.

You have a couple
of extra days.

Her husband has just discharged
his designated counsel.

- Again?
- I've allowed it under the condition

that this is the last time.

Forgive me, sir,
but don't you consider this a ploy

by Chief Holst to delay the trial?

Whatever his reasons, he has a list
of three military lawyers, all women.

That's not surprising.

Wife batterers like to hide
behind the skirts of female attorneys.

Sir, you know how heavy
my caseload is here.

If I have to commute to Norfolk...

What can I say, major?
You're on top of a short list.

With all due respect, sir,
should we be indulging this man?

Chief Holst is accused
of capital murder.

I'd rather err on the side
of indulgence.

Sorry, major, he's yours.

Take Mr. Roberts.
You're gonna have to play catch up.

105, 106?

Where's 105-A?

It's the gear locker
around the corner, sir.

Harriet? Ensign Sims.

I was gonna come see you as soon
as I got my office together.

Good news.
We'll be seeing each other a lot.

Legal Services requested help
from the Public Affairs Office.

I guess a capital murder case
requires a lot of work.

- Let me help you with this.
- I got it, thanks.

Don't be silly.

Anyway, it'll give me some insight
into what you do.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I saw Commander Rabb was assigned
to prosecute the case,

so I volunteered to help.

- Isn't that great?
- Yeah.

Well, at first,
I thought you weren't coming.

Well, I'm not. I mean, I am.

But I'm working with Major MacKenzie
and we're defending the case

against Commander Rabb.

Well, I'll still get to see you, won't I?

Yeah, I guess.

We just can't talk about the case.

I don't need to talk about the case.

Would you like to go to lunch?

I gotta meet Major MacKenzie
at the brig.

You did not hear that.

Oh, my goodness.
The admiral sent Sarah MacKenzie.

Why, are you nervous already?

Now, why would I be nervous?

Well, you know,
I have beaten you before.

- Doesn't count. I dropped that case.
- Yeah, you keep dreaming, fly boy.

What's going on, anyway?
You don't check in with me.

You sent Bud
to collect disclosure documents.

- Everything's there, I hope.
- Clearly indexed,

although I'm still working
on a statement from Mrs. Holst.

Oh, she gave a statement.

- Not about her husband's whereabouts.
- Spousal privilege.

Silence speaks volumes, Mac.
She's scared.

Yeah, don't try your head games
on me, Harm.

They're not gonna work this time.

Hey, I'm on the level.
I'll give you whatever I get.

- What are you looking for, anyway?
- The brig.

Three buildings down to your left.

But it's quicker
if you cut through Operations.

Thank you, sergeant.

CPO Holst, I'm Major MacKenzie,
your new and final attorney.

Nice to meet you, major.

Looks like I chose well.

You didn't choose, chief.
The judge advocate general did.

Either way, I got what I wanted.

And what's that?

A good-looking female lawyer.

To help with this abuse nonsense,
ma'am.

Are you saying
you never hit your wife?

I hit her.
I just didn't abuse her, major.

Those other stiffs
couldn't even get it excluded.

Well, neither can I.
It goes to motive.

So they say.

Well, I'm better off with a girl
on my side.

I'm not a girl, chief.

And if you're better off at all,
CPO Holst,

it's because I'm a good attorney.

Please sit down.

I'd rather stand, ma'am.

Very well.

Now, I have a short time to prepare,

so forgive me
if you've been over this before.

As long as we get one thing straight
from the beginning, major.

You see, it's my ass on the line,
so when it comes to my defence,

I have the final say, capiche?

You know, I really prefer that you sit.

Is that an order, ma'am?

Do I have to make it one?

Thank you.

Now, I'm not gonna ask you
if you killed Ensign Felker.

- I didn't.
- Let me finish.

However, it's important
that you don't lie to me.

If I get caught off guard in court,

it may mean some embarrassment
for me,

but as you so eloquently put it,
it's your ass that's on the line.

You're talking
like you've already decided I'm guilty.

It doesn't matter what I think.

Sure it does.

How are you gonna convince
those court members

if you don't believe it yourself?

Let's just go over your statement.

After you answer me, major.

You were home sleeping,
is that right?

I didn't kill the man.

- Fine.
- Say it.

- What?
- I didn't kill Ensign Felker.

I want you to say it, major.

Don't try to bully me, chief.

That approach may have worked
with your wife,

but right now, I'm the only thing
between you and a firing squad,

capiche?

Now, can anyone corroborate
your alibi?

Yes. Liz.

She came home after the murder
and woke me.

Confessed to being on the beach
with Felker.

And said someone killed him
while she was swimming.

And that's when you hit her?

She had bruises the next day.

Major, my wife is a nag,
a flirt and a cheat.

But I didn't kill her boyfriend.

And she knows it. Ask her.

She's not talking.

She will.

She's just pissed off right now.

Moody.

Oh, you know how women get,
ma'am.

Of course,
the house is just a first step.

The goal is to get you into
an apartment as soon as possible.

If he gets off, then he'll find me.

I know it. He'll find me.

We deal with situations like yours
all too often, Liz.

Your safety is our first priority.

We'll take care of your phones,
your mailing address.

Everything he can use to locate you.

It's a big step, I know.

Just think about it,
and know that we're here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I don't know, commander.

If you help me, Mrs. Holst,
I can put him away.

I say anything against him,
and he'll kill me if he gets off.

Like he killed Ensign Felker?

Your husband wasn't home that night
when you got back,

was he, Mrs. Holst?

- Thank you, Top.
- Ma'am.

Well, you were right,
your wife is willing to talk.

I told you.

She said that you weren't there
when she raced home that night.

That, in fact, you didn't come back
until the next morning,

with blood stains on your shirt.

Bitch!

My platoon found the body
on our morning run.

I sent Private Evans to call it in,
and we waited until NCIS arrived.

Anything worth noting
about the location

in which you found
Ensign Felker's body?

Only that people go there at night
to watch the submarine races, sir.

Submarine races?

You know, right by the beach.

We'll often see condom wrappers
and things in the sand.

Objection. Relevance.

Overruled.

And, in your opinion, the location
of this lovers lane of sorts,

was common knowledge
throughout the base?

Yes, sir.

Chief Petty Officer Holst
would naturally be upset

to find his wife there
with Ensign Felker?

Objection. This witness cannot testify
to Chief Holst's emotions.

Sustained.

Can you describe the mood
of the affair?

Relaxed, sir.
You know, it was a picnic.

Some of us even had our beers
out on the field.

Relaxed until Chief Holst
lost his temper?

Yes, sir.

Will you describe the incident
for the court?

Well, Ensign Felker was playing first.
Liz got on.

By Liz you're referring to the
defendant's wife, Mrs. Holst, correct?

Yes, sir.

The ensign tagged her a few times,
kind of flirting, I guess,

when all of a sudden,
Chief Holst ran out yelling,

"Touch my wife again,
I'll put you in the ground, ensign."

Think he meant it?

Objection. Speculation.

How many times would you say
he hit her?

Twice that I saw, sir.

But there were a lot
of unexplained bruises.

Did you report your suspicions
of abuse?

- No, sir.
- Why not?

Chief Holst is my friend.

Petty Officer Carlos, you saw
your friend's wife, Mrs. Holst,

in a bar with Ensign Felker
the night he was killed, correct?

Yes, sir.

How were they acting?

They were drinking pretty good.

They were loud and playful,
you know, having fun.

They were flirting?

I'd call it that, sir.

And at some point, Mrs. Holst
and Ensign Felker left together

in Mrs. Holst's car, correct?

- Yes, sir.
- What time?

0115, 0130.
Right after last call.

Where did you assume
they were going?

I didn't have to assume.
His intentions were clear.

Well, why didn't you call your friend
Chief Holst,

and tell him what was happening?

I was afraid of what he might do.

He has a temper.

Objection. Not relevant.

Overruled.

Did you have an opportunity
to examine the contents

of Chief Holst's car?

I did.

Will you describe your findings
for the court?

A mixture of old tools and supplies,
some paint thinner.

Anything of particular interest?

Yes. Traces of stainless steel wire.

Commonly used for lifelines
on a variety of naval ships.

Same type of wire used
to garrote the victim?

Yes.

Anything else linking the defendant
to the wire used to kill Ensign Felker?

Yes. Wire cutters,
like most cutting devices,

leave a specific signature,

not unlike the marks a gun barrel
will leave on a bullet.

We matched the cut on one end
of the garrote wire,

with a pair of wire cutters
that we found

in Chief Holst's locked tool box
in the machinist shop.

Chief Holst's fingerprints
on the cutters?

Yes.

- Anyone else's?
- No.

You know, the family's on their
way out now.

What in the hell is wrong with you,
major?

Are you trying to hang me in there?

Remember whom you're addressing,
chief.

That tool box is unlocked
during the day.

Anybody in the shop
could have used those.

It's not a question for that witness.
He's a forensics specialist.

He can't testify as to access.

Yeah.

You could have asked him anyway.

Would have been objected to
and sustained.

But it would have raised the issue,
planted a seed in the panel's mind.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

Then do it, major, because I could do
better than what I saw in there today.

Maybe he's right.
I should be fighting harder.

Then fight harder.

Sir, perhaps I should remove myself
from the case.

Sorry, major.

I won't allow a mistrial
because my officer

doesn't like the man
she's defending.

Respectfully, sir, we're not far along.
They could start over.

Not an option, major.

Admiral, the man is a monster
and probably guilty,

but military law entitles him
to the best defence available.

I thought I was giving it to him.

Sir, he...

It just hits a little too close to home.

I'm aware of your family history,
major.

You are?

Then you gave me this case
on purpose, didn't you, sir?

- That's irrelevant.
- I disagree, admiral.

Major, if you can't check
your emotions at the door,

then you should find
another line of work.

Aren't you gonna take
your socks off?

Yeah. Yeah.

I can see why this place
is so popular.

Yeah, it's great.

The sky reminds me of a clear night
off the Seahawk.

- Yeah, just not as bright.
- Yeah.

You know, on a moonless night,
you can see the whole Milky Way?

I know.

You know, I used to sneak off
for hours

and just spend time staring
at the stars.

Really?

- Me too.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I used to sneak up
to the Signals Bridge catwalk.

That's my spot.
That's my private spot.

- Yeah.
- Wow, that is so neat.

Quick, make a wish.

- What?
- Look, it's a shooting star.

- Where?
- There, right there.

That's a satellite.
Yeah, you can tell by the arc.

But I could make a wish.

That's okay.

Are you sure? I had a good one.

What?

A kiss?

That is a good one.

What's the matter?

This isn't the murder site, is it?

Hey, what's up?

Just wanted to see
how you were doing.

- I bet.
- No, I'm serious.

I heard you drove back
to talk to the admiral yesterday.

Who told you that?

Harriet. Bud told her.

Remind me to castigate him
after lunch.

So is something wrong?

Oh, nothing you can fix,
unfortunately.

Try me.

You really waited out here
to check on me?

Is that so hard to believe?

I better get inside.

Round two starts
in three and a half minutes.

Mrs. Holst, did you intend to sleep
with Ensign Felker that night

when you left the bar?

I don't know.

You let him drive you to a section
of the base along the beach

where sexual interludes
presumably take place.

Yes.

Why?

To get back at my husband.

- The defendant?
- Yes.

For beating you?

Objection. Leading.

Sustained.

Mrs. Holst, why did you
wanna get back at your husband?

For beating me, among other things.

Like what?

At the picnic, he called me a whore
in front of everybody.

I guess I decided
if he was gonna call me a whore,

then I'd act like one.

What happened after you arrived
at the beach?

We started kissing and I knew
I couldn't go through with it.

What did you do then?

I thought maybe we could go
for a swim. That might show Freddy.

Did you?

Yes.

But Rob never came out.

When I came back,
I found him dead.

- What did you do then?
- Panicked.

I thought maybe the killer
might still be there.

So I jumped in my car
and I drove home.

The defendant told police
he was sleeping at home

at the time of the murder.

When you got back to your house,
was he there?

No.

When did Chief Holst arrive home?

Not till the next morning.

There was blood on his shirt.

Here, let me get that.

Oh, no, that's okay. It's light,
just some personal belongings.

Could you wait
in the car a moment, ensign?

Yes, sir.

You did the right thing, Mrs. Holst.
It'll be better this way.

I know.

Well, call me if you need anything.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

- You should see this, sir.
- What is it?

Love letters to Mrs. Holst.

From her husband?

No. From Petty Officer Carlos.

Looking good, major.
Someone taught you well.

Yeah, my father.

He said it'd come in handy since
I was being raised around sailors.

Well, I'll remember that.

Something else
might come in handy.

When Ensign Sims and I
were helping Liz Holst move,

we came across some letters
addressed to Mrs. Holst

from Petty Officer Carlos.

Yeah, well, it's comforting to know
that Holst's friends can write.

Yeah, rather explicitly.

They were some pretty steamy
love letters.

Say again?

Chief Holst's best friend is in love
with his wife.

And Petty Officer Carlos
declared his love in these letters

that you and Sims
just happened to find?

In ways that will make you blush
when you read them.

Well, maybe not you.

Right.

You know, you really are something.

Hey, I was just teasing, you know.

Humour?

Yeah, you just want me to believe
that Petty Officer Carlos

was involved
in Ensign Felker's murder.

Read the letters, or don't read them.

I'm obligated to disclose
what I discover.

Do I look like I just fell off
the turnip truck?

- Excuse me?
- Do I?

Mac, what's going on?
What's the problem?

You setting me up.
That's the problem.

- Setting you up?
- Yeah.

Yeah, by leading me down
this garden path with this letter stuff.

- I didn't set you up.
- And then sandbagging me in court.

The same way that you did

the last time
we were on opposing teams.

I didn't sandbag you in court, Mac.

Oh, really?

What do you call it?

I pointed you in a certain direction.

Your emotions took care of the rest,
just like now.

What do you know
about my emotions?

- Look, all I'm trying...
- Back off, Harm, just back off.

Calmed down?

Good, because I'm not through.

I think your feelings about Holst
are interfering with your ability

to defend him.

Do you wanna know
why I think that?

From what little
you've told me about yourself,

I think Holst reminds you
of your father.

I got it. I got it!

Yep, I think Holst pushes
all the old Daddy buttons,

and it's getting in your way.

Put it to bed, Mac.
Not because of Holst.

I couldn't give a damn about Holst,
but I do give a damn about you.

Can I come in?

Sure.

I owe you an apology.

I said some things that...

Well, I don't know enough about you
and your father

to make the assumptions I made,
and I'm sorry.

Payday was the worst.

He'd go to the NCO club
with his buddies and...

Most of the time, they'd have
to drive him home

because he was too drunk
to drive himself.

Mac, you don't have to.

Yes, I do.

My mother would help him in.

And he'd flop on the couch
and yell for me to take off his shoes.

He reeked of cigarettes
and stale beer.

And sometimes something worse.

I...

And then the yelling would start.

And then the slapping,
then the sobbing.

His.

I don't know which was worse,

his hitting or his sobbing
that he was sorry.

She left him, and me with him.

And it wasn't much after that

that I started drinking just to get away.

Mac, through it all, as bad as it got,

as despicable as your father
might have been,

he didn't murder your mother.

Yeah, I know what you're saying,
Harm, and you're right.

But I just don't know
if I can change the way I feel.

Yes, you can.

There's an old saying:

"Once you identify the enemy,
you can defeat him."

These are the letters from
Petty Officer Carlos to Mrs. Holst.

Read them.

Petty Officer Carlos, you work
in the machine shop

with Chief Holst, don't you?

Yes, ma'am.

And in fact, you are Chief Holst's
leading petty officer, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am, I am.

So you would have access
to his tool box during the day, right?

Well, he would secure it
when he wasn't around.

Oh, even when he just went off
to the bathroom

or grabbed something to drink?

No, I guess not.

And your bench is right next
to Chief Holst's, correct?

Yes, ma'am. But I wouldn't...

So you could have used
Chief Holst's wire cutters

to cut the wire that was used
to strangle Ensign Felker?

Objection, Your Honour.

- This is an unfounded inference.
- I will rephrase.

Have you ever borrowed tools
from Chief Holst?

Well, yes, probably, but l...

Is that a yes, Petty Officer Carlos?

Yes, ma'am.

Yes.

Let the record reflect
that I am handing

Defence Exhibit 14 to the witness.

You recognise this document,
Petty Officer Carlos?

You must verbalize your responses,
Petty Officer Carlos.

Yes, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

Would you please tell the court
what the document is?

It's a letter that I wrote.

Would you tell the court

to whom the letter
is addressed, please?

To Liz Holst.

What in the hell are you doing
writing to my wife?

Major MacKenzie,
control your client.

Sit down.

My apologies, Your Honour.
It won't happen again.

I hope not, counsel.

Continue.

Petty Officer Carlos, would you please
read this letter to the court?

"Dearest Liz..."

Louder, please.

"Dearest Liz, I know how he treats you.

I've seen it.

He doesn't love you. How could he?

But I do, Liz.
I'm burning up with you.

I can't stop it.

I watch you, the way you move,
your smile, the way you toss your hair.

Leave him, Liz."

You son of a bitch, Rafe!

Chief Holst!

You were supposed to be my friend!

Wow, so, what did the judge say
about Chief Holst's conduct?

Well, he let it go.

You're kidding. How come?

Well, the major says
that if someone learns

that their best friend is in love
with their wife, they deserve a break.

She's right.

I guess Petty Officer Carlos
really has a thing for Liz Holst, huh?

Defending Western civilisation
makes people horny.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. How embarrassing.

But it's all your fault.

- Mine?
- Yeah.

You spit wine all over me,
and how is it my fault?

Because you made me laugh.
Because you're so damn funny.

That is what I like about you.

A lot.

Is it true what you said
about Western civilisation?

I wouldn't make a case against it.

Bud, what's the matter?

We've gotta get out of here.

Why?

The satellite! Come on!

Major MacKenzie,
thank you so much for coming.

I know it's late.
It's just that I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.
I shouldn't have called you so late.

No, no, it's all right,
I wasn't being sarcastic. I was up too.

Oh, good.

I mean, not good that you were
awake. I mean, good that...

Can I get you some coffee?

Oh, of course you don't want coffee.
It's the middle of the night.

Although, coffee actually
puts some people to sleep.

Did you know that?

You didn't ask me to come over
to talk about coffee,

did you, Mrs. Holst?

I guess not.

Do you think they're gonna convict
my husband?

I mean, that stuff about the letter,
that helps him, doesn't it?

Not much.

Especially since Petty Officer Carlos
was probably still at the bar

during the murder.

So if they convict Freddy,
they could sentence him to death.

They could.

My husband is a pig,
Major MacKenzie, but...

He doesn't deserve to die.

Not even if he killed someone?

Mrs. Holst, what really happened
that night?

I was crying so badly,
I couldn't see straight.

I was afraid I was gonna be sick.

I didn't want to because Freddy
doesn't like it when I make a mess.

Where have you been?

So your husband was home,
Mrs. Holst?

Yes.

And you lied
in your previous testimony?

Yes. He was home when I got there.

Why did you lie?

Because I wanted him dead.

I hate you, Freddy.

I hate you so much
I can't even stand to look at you.

But I can't do this.

I can't kill you.

He was there.

He was home when I got there.

He couldn't have done it.

She did good today.

Oh, Major MacKenzie.

Yes, sir. She was great.

Sensational, terrific.
She really did a good job.

I said good, Bud,
not the Second Coming.

Oh, yes, sir.

I think that might be for me, sir.

Yes, "Lieutenant J. G. Bud Roberts."
That's my name.

That's you, Bud.

Are you okay, Bud?

Me, sir? Oh, I'm fine, I'm great.
Doing real good.

Yes, sir.

Nice work, counsellor.

Oh, I still think Holst
is a manipulative pig,

but thank you, Harm, for everything.

Don't thank me.
I still think he's guilty.

Prove it.

Major.

Are you all right, Bud?

Commander Rabb
just asked me the same thing.

Well, you should see
your expression.

Ma'am?

Harriet, Ensign Sims and I were
having a picnic at the beach.

Well, actually, it's a dinner picnic.

Oh, I see, a picnic at night.

- We didn't do anything, ma'am.
- It's all right, Bud.

There are just certain things
I am just as happy not knowing.

Well, we saw a satellite.

The thing is, I'd seen it before
at the same time,

just about the time the coroner said
that Ensign Felker was killed.

So I thought,
"What if it's a spy satellite?"

Taking photos of the base.

Right. So I called Mr. Webb
at State.

- And?
- And it was a Russian spy satellite.

And it was shooting the base.

Mr. Webb called in a favour,

and he got me copies
of the satellite photo

and an enlargement
of the beach area.

Bud, you're a genius.

It's corroboration
that Holst wasn't there.

I love you.

You may feel differently
after you take a look at these, ma'am.

Oh, no. He was there.

Chief Holst was there.
That's his car.

I guess this is another one
of those things

you'd be just as happy
not knowing anything about.

We've been working our sixes off
for that miserable lying son of a bitch.

What do you think
we should do about this, major?

Well, I know what I wanna do
with them.

Give it to Commander Rabb?

Damn it.

I'm sorry, Major MacKenzie.
I really screwed up.

No, you didn't.

You did exactly the right thing, Bud.

What are we gonna do?

Nothing.

I don't understand.

We're under no obligation to give
that photo to the government.

Yes, but suppose Chief Holst
is the murderer?

We don't know that.

Yes, ma'am, but what if he is?

Proving that Holst is the murderer
is not our job.

Defending him is.

I want you to shred
the satellite photo.

Ma'am.

That's an order, lieutenant.

Do you really want a murderer
walking around, ma'am?

Hi.

Hi, Bud.

You know what?

If this is what being a lawyer's
all about, you can have it,

because being a lawyer sucks.

I'm fine, thanks.
Thank you for asking.

Jeez, Bud.

Excuse me, commander?

You know, I've been over this timeline
so many times,

I can see it in my sleep.

We're missing something.
I can feel it.

Here are the files you asked for.

Thanks.

Could I ask you a question, sir?

Sure, fire away.

Lieutenant Roberts, Bud...

Why are men such jerks?

I am so sorry, sir.

That just popped right out of my...

I am so... That is not like me, sir.

That will not happen again.
I am so sorry.

It's okay, Harriet.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No.

Thank you. I'd rather not.

Okay.

All Bud talks about is being a lawyer
and then suddenly he hates it.

He does? Why?

I don't know. He says it sucks.

I don't get it.
I mean, he starts going one way.

And then he, you know... he changes
and goes to a different direction.

The other night, we were at the beach

and we were having a good time.

I think we were having a good time.

And then suddenly when, you know,
things started to get interesting,

then, you know... he just runs off
to the car.

Why?

He said he saw a satellite.

Well, you know Bud.

He's easily excitable.
You just have to keep him focused.

How do I do that?

Just stick with him, ensign,
he's worth it. Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you're right.

Why so glum, major?
We're winning.

All rise.

As you were.

Are you ready to begin
with your cross, commander?

Yes, Your Honour, I am.

The government recalls Liz Holst.

I remind you again, Mrs. Holst,
you are still under oath.

You may begin, commander.

Mrs. Holst.

Whose idea was it
for you to originally act

like you wanted your husband
to be found guilty

and then change your mind?

Excuse me?

It was a smart move.

You used Chief Holst's reputation as
a jealous batterer to your advantage.

Whose idea was it?
Yours or your husband's?

Objection. Conjecture.

Sustained. Commander Rabb,
stick to the facts in evidence.

Yes, Your Honour.

Commander Rabb?

Mrs. Holst, are you in love
with Petty Officer Carlos?

No.

You kept his letters.

- Yes.
- Why?

I don't know.
Maybe to hurt Freddy someday.

To leave them somewhere where
your husband might find them?

- Yes.
- Like you left them on the sidewalk

for me to find?

No, that was an accident.

It's a convenient accident.

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.
Move along, commander.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holst, you originally testified

that when you discovered
Ensign Felker's body,

there was no one else
in sight, correct?

- Yes.
- No one at all?

No, there was no one else around.
I was the only one.

Excuse me, Your Honour.
May I have a moment?

Make it quick.

What in the hell is going on?

Your Honour, let the record reflect
that I am handing a facsimile

of a Russian satellite photo
to defence counsel

for their review
and possible objection.

Has this photo previously
been made available to the defence?

Not by me, Your Honour.
I've just received it.

But I have reason to believe
the defence counsel

has seen the photo.

Side bar. Both counsel approach.

Did Bud give you this?

You underestimate him.

And you.

You've seen this before, major?

Yes, sir.

And you have no objection?

No, sir.

Very well.

Continue, commander.

Let me refresh your memory,
Mrs. Holst.

This photo was taken at 0134,
the night of the murder.

It contains a section of beach
that you're quite familiar with.

Will you please tell the court
what you see in the photo, Mrs. Holst?

I see my car

and Rob's body.

And another car.

Do you recognise the other car?

Please tell the court whose car it is,
Mrs. Holst.

Help me, Freddy.

Please, help me.

Mrs. Holst, would you like to change
your testimony

regarding the murder
of Ensign Felker?

Rob? Rob!

Liz.

Liz?

Lizzy!

Come back here!
Get ahold of yourself!

- You killed him. You killed him.
- No, that's not true.

- You killed him. What?
- You did it, Liz, you did it.

I did it because of you.

I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry.

But when I saw him
in your arms, I...

- Oh, baby. Oh, baby.
- Why do you do that, Lizzy?

- I don't know. I'm so sorry.
- Why do you do that to me?

I'm so sorry.

Honey, you know I wouldn't have
done it with him, don't you?

You know I wouldn't have done it
with him.

Lizzy? Lizzy, they're going
to kill me for this.

- No, no, no.
- They're going to kill me.

They're going to take me away
from you.

- No, they're not!
- They're gonna kill me!

They're not gonna take you.

I'm gonna think of something. No.

I'm sorry, Freddy. I tried.

Don't blame me.

Please, don't blame me.

Do something.

- What?
- Object.

On what grounds?

I'm not a magician, chief.
I can't make a murder go away.

Nice work, counsellor.

Hey, well,
I should be congratulating you.

Why? You won the case.

You won the war.

Strange, isn't it?

You say something's in the past,
but it never really is.

I carry my dad with me
wherever I go.

Well, that's okay so long
as he doesn't weigh too much.

He doesn't. Not anymore.

It's about time.

- Jerk.
- Hey.

Where are Harriet and Bud?

Well, they're staying an extra night.

They have a picnic to finish.

I can't, Harriet.

What?

We're being watched.

Who cares?