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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 mid-watch.
Well, I didn't figure Mr. Holbarth would stick you with that, ma'am.
I mean, he usually reserves midnight to 4 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.
- Request permission to leave the ship. - Very well, ma'am.
How much are they paying you, chief?
A hundred bucks a watch.
Sorry, chief.
Must have been all that fresh fruit that we got onboard.
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 were you, Mr. Roberts? - I was in the head, sir.
Nobody leaves without the officer of the watch giving permission.
- 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 wanna pay for them in a 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.
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.
Dear Harm,
two weeks out in heavy seas and I'm not the least bit seasick,
but my bunkmate, Lieutenant Sarah Williams,
is begging me to put her out of her misery.
I guess all those sailors in my gene pool is the difference.
And don't you dare make a pun out of that.
I'm writing this by moonlight.
In the trattoria below, a violin is playing Vivaldi.
It's so romantic I could die.
Why am I on liberty in Capri with Sarah,
instead of a tall, dark, handsome Italian?
Hey.
You forgot?
The Lieutenant Murphy court-martial.
Yeah, you were gonna fix dinner and we'd lay out the case.
Sorry, Mac. Look, can I have a rain check?
Oh, very funny.
No, seriously. Something's come up, I was just leaving.
Look, I'll grab my jacket, I'll walk you to your car.
An old shipmate of mine's in town just for the evening.
Haven't seen him in years.
We're gonna get together...
...and have a drink.
No wonder you looked like you'd seen a ghost when we first met.
This could be me.
Not really.
- Come on, Mac, I gotta get going. - To meet a friend?
A shipmate.
With a weapon?
Talk to me, Harm.
You only look like Diane, Mac.
Your personalities are as different as night and day.
We met at the Academy.
After graduation I went to flight school, she went to crypto.
Pursuing separate careers, we missed more than we connected.
It happens.
Two years ago,
she was coming back after six months of sea duty.
We were gonna get together,
for a week up in her parents' cabin in Maine.
Talk about the future.
- Our future. - What happened?
She was murdered.
All right, you know the drill. Usual search for a murder weapon.
I want everything checked.
Check the bushes, the dumpsters, the trash cans.
Check everything.
Get a couple of divers off of that pier.
Have them check around the carrier. That's where I'd have dumped it.
Lookie, lookie, lookie. 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.
You think? Brian Turkey. NCIS agent aboard the Seahawk.
Well, we're looking forward to working with you, Agent Turkey.
It's Turkey. But 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 Turkey?
White female. Shot twice in the chest at close range.
She was the crypto officer onboard. Lieutenant Diane Schonke.
Any witnesses?
The victim was a girlfriend of Commander Rabb's?
An Academy classmate.
NCIS is demanding to have him removed from the investigation.
- Demanding? - Yes, sir.
Specifically, the investigator onboard the Seahawk.
An Agent Turkey.
Turkey? 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 Turkey...
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.
Everybody knew Commander Krennick had her sights
set on the admiral's chair.
And you.
Bud said you threw her more red lights than the Beltway at rush hour.
Bud has loose lips.
I understand Krennick was quite a temptress.
Well, Mac,
I wouldn't get involved with a superior officer any more than you would.
More coffee?
No, thanks.
So Commander Krennick took over the investigation?
Flew in that afternoon.
Made it very clear she was running the investigation,
by having me follow a polite two steps to the rear.
Even excluded me from interrogating a prime suspect.
Lieutenant Lamm.
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.
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?
Oh, 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 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 mid-watch, yes.
And Lieutenant Lamm?
He was communications officer during the mid-watch.
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. - 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 chitchat.
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.
Was Lamm lying about Diane being stalked?
He'd lied about having a date with her that Saturday.
She was on her way to spend the week with me.
Did you confront him with that?
No. Krennick didn't want me to tip him off.
She wanted to gather more evidence first.
And to build her case. It's what you'd normally do.
But you didn't want to take him to trial, did you?
You wanted to kill him.
Did you love her that much?
I didn't realise how much until she was gone.
That's always the way, isn't it?
Not always.
I don't know which is worse.
Killing for someone you love or dying for them.
Mac, I didn't mean to open that wound.
Do you hold it against me for looking like Diane?
Of course not.
Then don't apologise for saying something that reminded me of Dalton.
Did Agent Turkey think Lieutenant Lamm did it?
I don't know what he was thinking.
He seemed more interested in getting rid of me than solving the murder.
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.
Did she have any other friends?
You mean was she involved in a romantic relationship?
Yes.
- If only for a night. - None that I knew of.
- Was she gay? - No, Diane was not gay.
But if she were, wouldn't that constitute a romantic relationship?
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.
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.
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 privately.
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 he 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.
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.
- 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.
I 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 duties.
- He started stalking her instead. - What?
Lieutenant Lamm and Williams claim the victim
said someone was stalking her.
No, 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.
So then I explained it to him and he still didn't get it.
- Oh, yeah? - Do you want some?
- 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.
I know. 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.
Walk away.
Why did you run after Diane at 4 in the morning?
It's in my statement.
I didn't think she'd leave the ship so soon
after going off mid-watch.
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? - Hey, I didn't kill her.
- You stalked her. - That wasn't me.
I told the enquiry she was being stalked.
You were the one who told the enquiry 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...
- When she reported you to the XO... - What?
...you started stalking her. - No.
You lying son of a bitch.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Commander, no. No! - You killed Diane!
If he did, this isn't gonna prove it, sir.
This is just gonna get you court-martialed.
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.
You went into that diner thinking Lieutenant Lamm killed Diane.
But after you confronted him, you weren't so sure, were you?
But I still suspected him.
But you were beginning to have doubts. Reasonable doubts.
Maybe.
Good thing you didn't go into that diner with a weapon.
You could have killed an innocent man.
I didn't say Lieutenant Lamm was innocent. I said I had doubts.
Give me the weapon, Mac.
It's probably not your only weapon anyway.
What happened next?
I gotta go.
Oh, come on, Harm. You owe me the rest of the story.
- Why? - Because.
Because has never been a valid reason for anything, Mac.
You don't tell a joke and not deliver the punch line.
Well, I'm not telling a joke.
Now, do you want me to lock you in or out?
Then tell me because I'm your partner.
That's why I'm not going to tell you, Mac.
Harm, I don't want to see you take a life and throw away yours.
You don't know what I'm gonna do.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
What happened after you slugged Lieutenant Lamm?
Krennick's coming on to me wasn't about sex.
It was about power.
I was the hothead in JAG and represented a potential rival.
So she tried to use sex to control you.
A very masculine approach.
Well, that's a very feminine assumption.
Touch�.
And when Krennick heard I slugged Lamm,
it was the perfect excuse she needed to get rid of me.
- 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 Turkey 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.
Lt. Williams said the victim didn't know who was stalking...
- Stop calling her the victim. - Watch it, commander.
If I were you, I'd toughen my hide.
Otherwise, you're gonna look like a fool.
- No smoking. - Stuff it.
You'll have to stand captain's mast.
And he said he wasn't going to file a complaint.
He isn't. I am.
Damage control. I need to disassociate myself from you.
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.
Alison, don't do this.
If I don't report you, Agent Turkey will make sure
that the Seahawk's skipper does when he returns on Monday.
That will give me 36 hours to find who killed Diane.
- You'll need a confession. - I'll get it.
Just don't beat it out of him.
I can't believe you've been hunting a killer for two years
and I knew nothing about it.
You never kept a secret from me?
Did Commander Krennick put you on report?
- I was the least of Krennick's worries. - What happened?
She was being stalked by Diane's killer.
Hello?
Hello, is somebody there?
- 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.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
Not your fault, sir. I'm a little edgy.
- Well, it's understandable. - Gangway.
Sorry, sir. Ma'am.
What's going on, gunnery sergeant?
Someone was stalking Commander Krennick.
She believes it was Lt. Lamm,
and he hasn't been seen since reporting back to the ship.
- Did you check his quarters? - On my way there now, sir.
Lieutenant Lamm committed suicide?
That's what Commander Krennick
and Agent Turkey concluded in their report.
The investigating board concurred.
Hard not to when you have a suicide note
admitting to sexual harassment, stalking and murder.
But you didn't buy it?
Lamm didn't commit suicide, Mac.
He was murdered by Diane's killer.
Whom you intend to kill.
Harm, wait.
- Make your case. - Mac.
Come on, hotshot, make your case.
If you are so damn sure that Commander Krennick
and Agent Turkey were wrong, then prove it.
I can't prove it in a court of law.
Do you see a judge or jury in here? Prove it to me.
If I tell you, you'll be an accessory.
I'm already an accessory.
I'm obligated to report that you intend to kill someone.
Speculation, counsellor.
Do you think the admiral will buy that if you pull the trigger tonight?
How do you know that Lieutenant Lamm didn't commit suicide?
The suicide note was written on a computer.
The keys were smudged. There were no fingerprints.
The killer wrote the note.
He could have written it, smudged the keys as he typed.
He was killed with a Navy-issue 9 mm Beretta.
Diane was killed with a.38, which was never found.
Lamm could have owned a.38 and tossed it after the murder.
Lamm was left-handed, Mac.
You don't shoot yourself with your right hand if you're left-handed.
Did Krennick and Turkey know that?
- It wasn't in their report. - When did you find out?
Last week, when I checked the case file.
- It was in Lamm's service record. - How could all three of you miss that?
I guess we were too preoccupied with each other.
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.
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.
Why the sudden change of attitude?
The case was closed. He had his murderer.
No point continuing the spitting contest.
Was Agent Turkey the NCIS officer onboard the Seahawk?
Harm?
It took me two years what just took you an hour to figure out.
Turkey acted as though he'd been assigned the case
out of the Norfolk office, but he was on the ship the entire cruise.
- So he knew Diane? - He did better than that, Mac.
He murdered her.
I have a letter I found.
It's inadmissible in court.
It's inside. I'll show it to you.
Harm.
I got here as fast as I could, major.
Were you able to find the NCIS personnel file?
Not without a code.
I can get in.
Major, you're dripping on my computer.
You should change into some dry clothes.
Harriet's got an extra uniform up in her locker.
I don't think they'll fit, Bud.
Well, I mean, maybe not this way, but this way.
- I'm so sorry, major. - That's okay.
This is about the Lieutenant Schonke murder, isn't it?
You served on the Seahawk with her.
Yes, ma'am. As public affairs officer, I handled all her interviews.
She got a lot of media attention, you know,
pretty as she was and being one of the first women on a warship.
- What was she like? - Just look in the mirror, major.
You never even mentioned it.
Well, you know, he never said anything,
but I think the commander just never wanted me to bring it up.
You just look like her. Your voice is different.
She was a lot more fun.
I mean, she wasn't as squared away as you are.
I guess it's just one of those sailor-Marine things.
Got him.
He can't be in Seattle.
Well, apparently, he is, ma'am. Unless he's on an investigation.
I'll get the night number of his superior.
- What was Turkey like? - He kind of reminded me of a walrus.
Did you ever see he and Lieutenant Schonke together?
Pardon?
Onboard, during the deployment.
Agent Turkey wasn't on the cruise.
He wasn't the NCIS agent onboard?
No, what gave you that idea?
Damn you, Harm.
Besides Lieutenant Lamm, who were the other possible suspects?
Ma'am, I wasn't even in JAG.
I just merely escorted the investigators around the ship.
Eavesdropping on everything they said.
- Me, major? - Bud, I don't have time for this.
Harm is on his way to meet someone he believes
murdered Lieutenant Schonke.
Who did they suspect?
I'm glad it ended this way. I couldn't have taken a trial.
I don't even know if I'm gonna go to the funeral.
I hadn't even thought about the funeral.
- Will you go, sir? - Of course.
Well, maybe I'll see you there.
But if I don't,
I'm glad to have met someone so close to Diane as you.
Nice to have met you, lieutenant.
You too, lieutenant. Thank you.
She's taking this very hard.
Any reason why she shouldn't?
Well...
Lieutenant Austin suspected Williams?
Well, it seemed that way to me. And she wasn't the only one too.
There was lots of scuttlebutt on the ship
that Lieutenant Williams was a homosexual.
And she killed Diane in a jealous lesbian rage?
That is the homophobic clich�, isn't it?
Major, you asked me to tell you what I overheard.
I'm just trying to answer you.
You're right, Bud. I stand corrected.
Who else was a suspect?
Well, Commander Holbarth's career would be over if it got out
that he ignored Lieutenant Schonke's sexual harassment complaints.
In fact, I heard he and Commander Krennick
talking about it right after Lieutenant Lamm's suicide.
Well, I guess you can relax now, Commander Krennick.
Hardly.
I thought Lt. Lamm's confession would wrap up the investigations.
It shortens the murder enquiry,
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 was out on the weather deck, but I could tell he was sweating.
- Anyone else? - Not that I recall.
Can you locate Williams and Holbarth?
Sure, if they're still in the Navy.
Go ahead, sir.
The destroyer Sheppard
docked at Pier 6 this morning at Norfolk.
What are you gonna do, major?
- I don't know, something. - Shouldn't we call security at Norfolk?
If we did that, Harm's career would be ruined, Bud.
Yeah, trying to get to New York...
Commander.
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
Still standing the mid-watch first night in port, huh?
So Captain Spencer isn't expecting me at the port authority, is he?
There is no Captain Spencer.
Well, what can I do for you?
I found this letter written by Lieutenant Schonke.
It was a terrible incident.
The fallout from that cost me a command.
It cost Diane her life.
Yeah, of course.
Stupid thing for me to say.
I've been waiting for you to get back into port
so I could deliver this to you.
- This isn't addressed to me. - It's a draft.
She gave the original to you.
She put this in her lockbox with letters I'd written her.
Agent Turkey returned them to me two years ago. I...
Well, I didn't find this one until just recently.
Read it, commander.
Your failure to address my sexual harassment complaints
leaves me no choice but to seek redress through official channels.
I deeply regret having to take such action,
but unless you can convince me otherwise,
I will be filing a complaint when we dock at Norfolk.
I do this not for myself, for this cruise is nearly over,
but for those female officers who will serve under your command
in the future.
This was obviously written to Lieutenant Lamm.
She didn't serve under Lieutenant Lamm.
- She served under you. - It's also unsigned.
It's inadmissible in a court-martial.
That night on the mid-watch,
you tried to talk her out of filing the complaint.
When that failed, you told Lieutenant Lamm to try.
That's why he ran after her.
It also set him up as the fall guy for her murder.
Then you killed him and you made it look like suicide.
That's preposterous.
You'd be laughed out of court with a set of assumptions like those.
I know that.
I'm not planning on going to court.
Harm, don't!
Oh, my God. Schonke.
No. I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
- I'll get help. - It won't do any good.
He was crushed between the hull and the dock.
How'd you know I was here?
Bud told me Turkey never served on the Seahawk.
The killer had to be Commander Holbarth or Lt. Williams.
I guessed Holbarth since his ship docked today.
He thought you were Diane's ghost.
I didn't even think about that.
I was soaked and Bud gave me one of Harriet's uniforms.
Would you have killed him?
We'll never know.
I know.
You were kissing her.
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