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Come on! Come on!

He looks dead.

Sorry I'm late.
I thought it was tomorrow.

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.

Closer to home, top military
and civilian officials

will attend the funeral service

of Deputy Chief of Naval Operations
Vice Admiral Bill Clancy today.

Friends and colleagues
are still struggling to understand

what prompted Bill Clancy,
a three-star admiral,

to take his own life Saturday
while on a hunting trip

on Shenandoah Mountain.

Three men were with Admiral Clancy
on that morning.

WUSA reporter Tony Yoshigawa
is with one of those men now. Tony?

Laura, I'm here
on Huckleberry Ridge,

roughly 4 miles
from the Shenandoah Mountain,

where Vice Admiral Bill Clancy
took his own life with a shotgun.

I'm here with Craig Allenby.

Mr. Allenby, you were with the admiral
moments before his death.

Can you tell us what happened?

I was guiding these fellows
on a quail hunt.

Clancy, he went off
over into the woods.

And that was when I heard
the shotgun go off.

- So you were the first on the scene?
- Yes, sir.

Till them other two fellows,
well, they caught up with us.

This is Tony Yoshigawa, WUSA,
on Huckleberry Ridge.

Back to you, Laura.

Thank you, Tony.

The other two men on the hunting trip
with Admiral Clancy

were Deputy Defense Secretary
Mitchell Schoenfeld

and Rear Admiral Paul Whelan.

Neither man
was available for comment.

It's quite a turnout, sir.

Admiral Clancy had a lot of friends.

And enemies.
Funerals tend to attract both.

Sir, is that the widow?

Billy married her the day
she graduated from high school.

Thank you.

I'd like to read from Psalm 71.

Clancy, of all people. Go figure.

Never seen anything like it.

One minute we're shooting quail,
the next he eats his shotgun.

You got problems, you handle them,
period, end of sentence.

You don't check out and let
someone else clean up your mess.

Gentlemen,
you're interrupting the service.

Would you mind shutting up?

There's gonna be a lot of that, sir.

Not around me, there's not.

"For how may we know
the trials another endures...

...unless we walk a mile
in his shoes?"

Sir, is there any doubt
it was suicide?

Yes, there's doubts.
There's lots of doubts.

Bill Clancy was one of the most
stable human beings I ever knew.

Well, sir, it's either suicide
or an accident.

There's another possibility.

Sir, are you saying
that Admiral Whelan

or Deputy Secretary Schoenfeld
could have murdered Admiral Clancy?

I'm saying I want
a fair and complete investigation.

Can you handle that, commander?

Yes, sir, I think I can.

Good. You'll assist, major.

Sir, I have that wrongful appropriations
hearing on Friday.

Get lmes to cover for you.

- But...
- No.

You have your assignment, major.
Dismissed.

And take your "but" with you.

Aye, aye, sir.

- You said you read my autopsy report.
- Yes, sir.

So, what are you doing here?
Don't you believe it?

Yes, sir, I do, but I wanted
to hear your conclusions firsthand.

Projectiles from a shotgun
perforated the mandible,

the maxilla sinuses
and the frontal lobe,

resulting in brain avulsion.

In other words,
the man blew his brains out.

Would you like some coffee or tea,
sweetheart?

No, thank you. I'm fine.
And it's "ensign."

You ran a blood analysis?

Blood, urine, stomach.
I sent samples to Richmond.

Could take up to a couple of weeks.

Then these findings are
a little premature, don't you think?

Three-star admiral kills himself,
you want to dot your I's, cross your T's.

Yes, sir.

Understandable.
No, my finding was not premature.

In my humble opinion,
based on 25 years as a pathologist,

the wound was self-inflicted.

I stock my property
with pheasant and quail.

City fellas, they come down here,
and they pay me to hunt them.

That's how I make my living.
That and training them dogs.

Did Admiral Clancy
ever go hunting with you before?

Yeah.

Three, maybe four times.

Experienced with a shotgun?

If you're asking me if I think he
might've shot himself by accident,

I seriously doubt it.

Old Cotton, he don't take
to strangers there, lieutenant.

I'd count my fingers if I was you.

Did Admiral Clancy's behaviour
seem strange to you

that morning, Mr. Allenby?

No, but the one thing I did notice
was that he and that other admiral,

they didn't seem like
they got along all that well.

Well, did they have words?

It was more of a attitude.

They was kind of bristly
with one another, you know?

Like two old wolves circling.

Did you see them
go into the woods?

I usually don't let my hunters
just wander off like that.

I thought he was stepping
behind a tree to...

Well, you know.

I'm really sorry...

It's all right, Mr. Allenby.
No one's blaming you.

I blame myself.

- What could you have done?
- Talked to him, gotten him some help.

Did Admiral Clancy
seem like he needed help?

No, that's the thing.
He seemed fine.

But if maybe
I had paid closer attention...

To what?

Well, as the deputy chief
of Naval operations,

Bill felt responsible
for the Navy's problems.

Academy scandals,
aircraft accidents, sexual misconduct.

Well, that'd be a heavy burden
for anyone.

You know that North Korean
spy plane we shot down?

We're familiar with the incident.

Well, when we thought
it was a commercial airliner,

Bill was ready to fly to Pyongyang
and apologise in person.

Well, he sounds like
a man of integrity.

Yes, he was.

But unassuming, you know?
Very self-contained.

One of those people
who are always in control?

Yeah. Right up to the time
he killed himself.

Clancy and I
had ideological differences.

Wendy, let up on the bit.

I understand
the two of you served together.

- Lieutenant Quince.
- Ten years ago, on a destroyer.

- He was the skipper, I was his XO.
- One moment, sir.

He was the best ship handler
in the Navy, well-liked by everybody.

Excuse me, sir. It's Jacobs.

Yeah, Harry.

They're already 18 months behind.

You tell them to deliver
by June the 1 st...

I don't give a damn
what Senator Whitman said.

I will pull the damn plug.
You understand that?

You tell him that!

Where was I?

He was well-liked, sir.

Yeah. Especially by the younger
officers and sailors.

Bill looked out for them.
They knew that.

What about the senior officers, sir?

He wasn't a graduate
of the academy.

A lot of the old ring knockers,

they resented him
being appointed deputy CNO.

He's a beauty, sir.

Wendy, we'll lunge line him
first thing in the morning.

Do you know about
the Sentinel ship?

Warship of the future.

Until Congress scuttled her.

It was Bill Clancy's pet project.

Well, he must've been disappointed.

Bill Clancy was trained
in surface warfare,

not in Washington politics.

Admiral, are you saying
he was in over his head?

Commander,
in light of what happened,

I'd call that an understatement.

Billy? What's going on?

Bill?

Bill!

Enter.

Sir, Forensics
and witness statements concur.

It was suicide.

At ease.

Sir, Admiral Clancy was unhappy
over the loss of the Sentinel project.

He was unpopular
with other flag officers.

And he was very upset over recent
problems the Navy's been having.

Unhappy, unpopular, upset.

Sounds like a typical day in my life.

- Was there a note?
- Apparently not, sir.

Commander, suicide is not
a sudden impulse decision.

Well, that's generally true, sir, yes.

As far as I'm concerned,
this report is incomplete.

Sir, the facts support our findings.

Major, you can have
all the facts in the world.

You didn't know the man.

- We'll continue the enquiry, sir.
- No.

No, that won't be necessary,
commander.

Sir?

I'm gonna conduct
an investigation on my own.

That'll be all.

Wow, pancakes.

Whole-grain.

Yogurt, fruit, wheat germ?

It's good for you.

Is there any pizza left in the fridge?

You are not having pizza
for breakfast.

Perfect breakfast food.

- You're gonna be trouble, aren't you?
- You bet.

Think you can handle it?

How's Josh? You call him?

"Scott's parents let him
stay up until 10:30, Mom."

It's the last time
he gets to sleep over there.

Maybe your staying over
wasn't a good idea.

No.

It's all right.

He approves of you.

Not that I need
a 10-year-old's approval.

I do.

I could get used to this.

Harm, where are you?

Sorry. What?

Work?

Yeah. Chegwidden.

He's not buying the suicide.

- You sure it is?
- You're a sceptic too?

Suppose you wake up
tomorrow morning...

Are you there?

...and I tell you
Chegwidden killed himself.

Well, that would never happen,
but go on.

So you wouldn't believe me
if I told you he did it.

- Harm, the man killed himself.
- I'm not denying that.

I'm just saying we could've
extended our investigation.

For what purpose?

Well, to remove all doubts,
for one thing.

- Do you doubt it was suicide?
- No. But the admiral does.

Well, Clancy was
the admiral's mentor.

Short of an eyewitness claiming
that he saw Clancy pull the trigger,

he'll always have doubts.

Well...

Sir, this just came for you.
It's from a Dr. Roland.

Who's Dr. Roland?

The Augusta County
medical examiner.

- "Carba..."?
- Carbamazepine, sir.

Harriet looked it up.

You couldn't?

You gonna show this to him,
or shall I?

We both will.

Bud, I wanna know
the doctor who prescribed this.

Aye, aye, sir.

They found traces
of a drug called carbamazepine

in Admiral Clancy's blood, sir.

Which is?

It's a mood stabiliser.
It's used to treat bipolar disorders.

So you're inferring suicide
is not uncommon

among people
with this type of disorder?

Is there something we can do, sir?

No, you've done enough.

Thank you.

A.J., I was beginning to think
you were avoiding me.

Never.

I just thought you might need
some time alone.

That's the last thing I need.

How are the boys?

Back at school.
They're having a hard time.

Evelyn...

- Was Bill on medication?
- Why do you ask that?

The lab found a prescription drug
in his blood samples.

Do you know anything about it?

This is not strictly a social call, is it?

I don't believe Bill killed himself.

- Why not?
- Because he couldn't.

I know that you have to believe that,
because you admired him.

You respected him.

Was Bill on medication
for manic depression?

No. A.J., let him rest in peace.

Do you think Bill killed himself?

That is a cruel question
to ask a dead man's wife.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

But I have to ask.

You know, Bill just didn't have
much joy to share.

He constantly pushed himself,
he doubted himself,

he felt so unworthy.

And I couldn't help him.

Not only do I think he killed himself,
I feel responsible for it.

Harm, we're looking for the admiral.
Have you seen him?

No, I don't know where he is.
Why? Is there a problem?

We're trying to negotiate a plea.

And she's being hardheaded
and unreasonable, as usual.

And he's being stubborn
and irresponsible.

Which is why we need
the admiral's opinion.

Run it by me.
I'll give you an unbiased opinion.

I'll give you forfeiture of pay
and three months in the brig.

Forget it, major.
That's the judgement.

Admiral? Admiral?

A.J.

Just for the record, I never had
anything against Bill Clancy, per se.

He was a good CO in his time.

Well, I'm sure he'd be glad
to hear that.

His problem was he got weak.

Yeah, well, whatever you say.

Listen, the Navy's not
a touchy-feely bureaucracy.

Sink ships, shoot down planes,
punish the enemy.

That is our purpose.

Wake up, admiral.

That macho, tough-warrior approach
doesn't work today.

Bill Clancy lacked the moral fibre

to stand up
to the vote whores on the Hill.

He was dangerous to the Navy.

I think you're cut
from the same cloth.

You know,
I never liked your methods, Whelan.

And I never liked you.

You keep pushing me, you're gonna
find out how dangerous I can be.

You lack the support
to take me on, A.J.

With Bill Clancy gone,
you lost your sponsor.

Oh, hell, Paul, I don't need support
to take on your sorry butt.

Any time, any place!

Now who's being
a macho, tough warrior?

The problem is,
I semi-agree with him.

A lot of admirals do.

If the Navy is gonna flourish
in today's world, we have to accept

that the ultimate constituency
is the public.

Clancy realised that.

The public is the one
who scuttled his Sentinel ship.

Bull. Your Old Guard admirals
did that.

They branded him
a cowardly bureaucrat

and laughed the project
out of existence.

Well, they were wrong.

The Navy needs a greybeard, A.J.

Someone the admirals respect.

And the public trusts.

We're looking for a replacement
for Clancy.

The list of candidates is a short one.

Your name's on it.

- Deputy chief of Naval operations?
- It'd mean a third star.

DCNOs come from
the active-duty list on the line.

JAG is staff.

Well, we can always
get you back in the line.

Leave JAG?

Why me?

A.J., we've had our differences,
God knows.

I may not always agree with you,
but I trust you.

You have integrity.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

So do us both a favour:

End this suicide investigation.
Move on.

We don't need the publicity.

I'm not sure I could do that, sir.

Windows of opportunity
tend to slam shut quickly.

Think about it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, A.J., keep in mind...

...Admiral Whelan's also on that list.

Major? Look who I found.

Hi.

I'm just gonna go back
to my desk now, okay?

Nice to see you again, Dalton.

Nice to see you.
Thanks for the escort.

So how are things
at Lowell, Hanson & Lowne?

You don't answer my calls.
You don't return my e-mail.

What's going on, Sarah?

Well, it's been crazy around here,
you know,

coming back to JAG,
getting re-acclimated.

- You're avoiding me.
- I just...

I feel bad leaving your firm
the way I did.

I feel like I let you down.

Is that all? Don't worry about it.

We found a replacement
three days after you left.

I'm not here to talk about the firm.

I wanna talk about us.

We had something going,
something very precious to me.

And I don't wanna lose that.

I don't wanna lose you.

- Should I stop calling?
- No.

No, I want you to call.

I care for you so much, I can almost
fool myself into believing that.

Is there someone else?

No. No, there's no one else.

Then we should talk.
Can we get together?

- Say, this weekend?
- Yeah, sure.

Sure, this weekend is fine.

Okay, then.

We'll talk, or something.

I should... Yeah, I have to go.

There are bees.

- What?
- On the bridge.

I'm being pressured
to drop the investigation.

Well, sir, I can't say I'm surprised.

Do you think
I'm making a fool of myself?

No, sir.

Good answer.

Now tell me the truth.

Admiral, if I woke up one morning

and I heard that you
had committed suicide,

I would investigate.

Well, that's a comforting thought.

What if it was
gonna ruin your career?

I'd investigate, sir.

I'll bet you would.

Sir, I still believe,
based on the evidence,

that our conclusion is correct.

But if you need my help, you have it.

Chegwidden.

What?

When?

Yeah. Yeah.

Admiral Whelan was found
in his driveway, stabbed to death.

Not much chance of suicide there,
admiral.

Larissa Viola, NCIS.
I'm working with the locals.

- What do you got?
- So far, not much.

Looks like he came out
to get his newspaper around 0600,

and someone stabbed him and left him
to die in his driveway there.

Any witnesses?

All the neighbours were inside,
either sleeping or showering or...

It wasn't robbery.

Not unless he kept his wallet
in his jammies.

I heard you had a little run-in
with the deceased yesterday, admiral.

Bad news travels fast.

When a couple of two-stars mix it up
in front of half the Pentagon,

word gets around.

You mind telling me
what it was about?

Yes, I do.

Come on, guys, help me out here.
I'm investigating a homicide.

They had a philosophical discussion.

It got a little heated.

Yeah, those philosophical discussions
can really get out of hand.

I assume he can account
for his whereabouts this morning.

Does he need to?

You never know.

Three men go on a hunting trip.
Two of them die violent deaths.

Say the deaths are related.

Say they're both homicides.

Well, then the third man, Mitchell
Schoenfeld, could be the next victim.

Or the killer.

What do those three men have
in common, besides quail hunting?

Whelan and Clancy
served on the same ship.

The USS Jim Bridger.

Did Schoenfeld serve
on the Bridger?

No.

Schoenfeld was in the Air Force,
not in the Navy.

May be something else
he shared with Bill Clancy.

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy,

and my husband, Bill, had
a prescription filled at your pharmacy.

It's C-L-A-N-C-Y.

You don't? Okay.

I'm sorry, I must have the wrong store.
Thank you.

Up next is number 16,
Hadley Drugs.

Number 16.
Well, that's my lucky number.

Mine too.

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy,

and my husband, Bill, had
a prescription filled at your pharmacy.

Anyway, the thing is,
I can't find the pill bottle,

and I need the name
of the doctor that's on it, please.

Coordinate with NCIS.

I wanna know every scrap
of information they dig up

on the Whelan homicide.

- Done, sir.
- Attention on deck!

- As you were.
- Sir, you do realise you're a suspect?

- Agent Viola said that?
- Yes, sir.

Good.
That means she's doing her job.

Commander,
can we talk to you for a sec?

- Yeah.
- Per your orders, l...

- Well, that is, Harriet and l...
- We.

We tracked down the doctor
that prescribed the carbamazepine

for Admiral Clancy.

His name is Ronald Ravner.
He's a neurologist.

Sir, carbamazepine
is more than a mood stabiliser.

It's also used as an anticonvulsant.

It's for seizures.

You just couldn't leave it alone,
could you, A. J?

Evelyn, I need your help.

Ma'am, we have reason to believe
your husband's death

may be linked
with Admiral Whelan's homicide.

Six years ago,

Bill was on an inspection tour
of the Kitty Hawk.

A tie-down chain
on the flight deck snapped

and a link hit him in the head.

The doctor said he was fine.

Two weeks later...

...he had his first seizure.

Temporal-lobe epilepsy.

You have done your homework,
commander.

The seizures were mild.

You couldn't even tell
he was having them unless you knew.

But his career would've been over
if the Navy found out.

- Who else knew?
- No one.

Not even our children.

What about Mitch Schoenfeld?

Mitch?

They were close friends.
Maybe Bill confided in him.

I suppose that's possible.

Admiral Clancy meant a lot to you.

After Vietnam, he transferred out
of the SEALs to Surface Warfare.

I was a gunnery officer
on the Ferragut.

Clancy was my department head.

I was one fractious,
messed-up son of a gun.

I could not get my head around
shipboard life.

Thought I was still in the jungle.

So one day, Clancy takes me out
to the fantail to straighten me out.

- He beat the crap out of you?
- He tried, till I broke his nose.

But I figured,

if the guy cared enough about me
to get his face bashed in,

the least I could do
is listen to what he had to say.

Smartest decision I ever made.

Who is it, sir?

Schoenfeld.

- What's he doing here?
- I don't know.

Let's stick around and ask him.

- Harm?
- Annie.

Where are you?

I was expecting you hours ago.

I know. I'm sorry.

I got caught up in something.

I'm okay, Annie.

- Should I wait for you?
- No, I wouldn't.

This could take all night.

- I'll talk to you tomorrow.
- Yeah, great.

Good, that's a plan. Bye.

Good night.

- That Annie is one terrific woman.
- Yeah.

- You two getting serious?
- We're taking it one step at a time.

How about you?
Anyone in your life?

Her name's Francesca.

Maybe you'll meet her someday.

You have to move on.

Not without you.

He was innocent.

Who? Who was innocent?

It's too late.

Take your staff. Run.

Admiral.

- What?
- He's coming out, sir.

- Who?
- Schoenfeld.

It's nearly 0500.

Yeah.

Mr. Deputy Secretary.

A.J., what the hell
are you doing here?

Gonna ask you the same thing.

I was visiting a friend.
Is that a crime?

Till 5 in the morning?

- What do you want, A. J?
- Bill Clancy's killer.

Evelyn and I have been
seeing each other for two years.

- Bill know about it?
- No, we were discreet.

I wasn't proud of the deception.
I wanted to tell him.

But Evelyn was afraid
the scandal would ruin his career.

How thoughtful.

Evelyn married Bill
when she was 17.

His career was the centre
of their lives for 30 years.

One day, she decided
she wanted a life of her own.

And there you were to provide it.

What's your problem, A. J?
That I got there before you did?

Careful, Schoenfeld.

You knew she'd never divorce
her husband,

so you took him out of the picture.

- Bill Clancy killed himself.
- Well, you made it look that way.

- Was Whelan in on it?
- That's insane.

Why? You set up the hunting trip.
You knew Whelan hated Bill Clancy.

The two of you put it together,
and then you took Whelan out

so he couldn't incriminate you.

I am going now.

You do whatever you wanna do.

Call the police or the tabloids.
I don't care.

But if you really believe
someone killed Bill,

well, you'd better get some help,
because you two are lousy detectives.

- They tell me you nailed Mattoni.
- Kicked his butt.

Enough to make
a grown man weep.

- Hey, you look tired.
- Yeah. I've been up all night.

Oh, it's not what you think,
unfortunately.

I wanna talk to that guide, Allenby.

I already talked to him.

Yeah, not about suicide.
I wanna talk to him about murder.

Hello?

People really live like this?

Commander, what was
the name of the destroyer

that Clancy and Whelan were on?

- USS Jim Bridger, wasn't it?
- Yeah, that's right.

Be quiet, boy.

Howdy.

I seen your car parked out there.

Sorry to barge in like this, Mr. Allenby.
It got awfully cold outside.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb
from the JAG Corps.

What can I do for you?

We have a couple more questions
about the shooting, if you don't mind.

So it's a shooting now, is it?

Yeah. How long was it between
the time you heard the shot

and when you found the admiral?

A minute, two at the most.

Say, you folks like rabbit?

I like rabbits, not rabbit.

So there was about enough time
to shoot the admiral,

make it look like a suicide,
and then disappear into the woods?

Is that what you think happened?

We're just exploring possibilities.

Well, I guess
it could've happened that way.

Thanks. That'll be it.

Y'all come all the way out here
just to ask me that?

That's all.

Major, lieutenant.

- Thank you.
- Oh, lieutenant.

That's gonna bring you good luck.
You'll see.

Thanks.

USS Jim Bridger.

Eleven, 12 years ago.

USS Jim Bridger.

Clancy was skipper,
Whelan was XO.

Second deployment of the year.
Fire in the boiler room.

Fourteen sailors died.

I remember that.

It was arson, wasn't it?

A seaman named Alan Broat
was accused of starting it.

Well, what was his reason?

Poker game.
Accusations of cheating.

Broat was seriously beat up.

Never named the attackers.
A week later, the fire started.

Broat swore he was innocent.

But the skipper, XO,
JAG prosecutor

were a formidable team.

Broat was court-martialed
and sent to Leavenworth for life.

Sounds like he got
what he deserved.

Two years later,
similar fire onboard the Grissom.

Only this time, an inspector found
a design flaw in the manifold valve.

Broat was exonerated.

So he was freed?

Would've been,
except he died in prison.

Pneumonia.

This is Alan Broat.

And this is Allenby.

Alan Broat. Alan B. Allenby.

During the court-martial,

Broat's father was serving time
in Petersburg

for bootlegging, I think.

My guess is that's him.

How do you know
about all of this, sir?

I was the JAG prosecutor
that put him away.

They're not gonna do you any good.

You're trespassing, mister.

I'm just trying to save you
the time of tracking me down.

Look, I know this may not
mean much to you,

but I'm sorry your son died.

Al.

Al, he wasn't all that bright.

But he was a good boy. A good boy.

- We made a bad mistake.
- He...

He wrote me this letter one time.

I got it right here.

He said that he is happy...

Said he's happy to be a sailor.

And he said that Captain Clancy
was a decent man.

And that he treated everybody else
just like they was as good as he was.

- He didn't deserve to die.
- Neither did my boy.

I meant your boy.

This Clancy fella,

he mean something to you, admiral?

He was a friend.

Good.

Because he killed my boy.

Him and that Whelan,

and you, admiral.

- You killed my boy.
- Nobody killed your boy.

Same as!

Fellow on my cell block,
he told me all about it.

You've been planning this
a long time, haven't you?

I've been tracking you all for years.

I knew that someday,
you had to come to ground.

Sure enough, Clancy,
he come to Washington.

- You could've killed him any time.
- I wanted to dishonour his name.

So I talked to him

and talked him
into hiring me and my dogs.

That's all she wrote.

And you murdered Whelan.

I didn't say that.

And I ain't confessing to nothing.

- Admiral. You all right, sir?
- Yeah. How's he?

His hunting days are over.

Nice work, major.

Yes, sir.

Timing is everything.

I think Admiral Yarbrough
will make a fine DCNO.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

Sir, Commander Rabb
and Agent Viola are here to see you.

Send them in.

- Agent Viola, what brings you here?
- I wish I had better news.

The Commonwealth's attorneys
charged Broat

with two counts of murder,
attempted murder and assault.

Sounds right.

There's just one small problem.

We can tie him to the murders
motive-wise,

but Forensics can't connect him up.

Lack of evidence.

As for the attempted murder,
you were on his property.

He claims you attacked him.

- It's iffy.
- And that leaves assault.

Which he copped to.
A Class 6 felony.

He'll be out in a year and a half, sir.

You don't look surprised, admiral.

I know how the system works.
Anything else?

I guess not.

Damn it!

You figure
he'll come after you again, sir?

I think we can count on that, major.

That'll be all.

Commander, major.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I was just going
to wait for you outside.

- I'll ride down with you.
- Great.

- How was your week?
- Oh, you know, the usual.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I just broke a nail
on a piece of wood yesterday.

Let me take that for you.

Thanks.

You should be more careful.

- Hey.
- I'm not sure I can do this.

Why?

The other night,
when you didn't show up...

...I nearly lost it.

- Annie...
- No, see...

You have no idea what it was like
waiting for Luke night after night.

After a while,
I stopped expecting him

and started expecting a phone call.

Sure enough, the call came.

Annie, that's not gonna happen.

Can you guarantee it?

Annie, I'm a lawyer.

I'm scared.

Come on inside. Come on.

What's the worst
that could happen?

I get a paper cut?

Francesca?

I've been trying to call you.

Papa, what's wrong?

Does something have to be wrong
for me to call my daughter?

Of course not. How are you, Papa?

I'm fine, sweetheart. I'm just fine.

It is great to hear your voice.