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[Felker]
Will this do, Mrs. Holst?

[chuckling]

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?

[laughing]

[waves crashing]

Come on! The water's warm!

Come on!

What's taking you so long?

I want to play!

Rob?

Rob?

[screams]

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Junior,

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.

[knocking on door]

[judge] Enter.

You wanted to see me, Judge?

You still working on
securing Liz Holst's
testimony, Commander?

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

Well, 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 105A?

[Harriet] 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.

Oh, I got it. Uh, 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... I'm not.

I mean, I am. But I'm
working with Major MacKenzie

and we're defending the case
against Commander Rabb.

Oh.

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

Yeah, I guess.

We... 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 got to meet
Major MacKenzie at the brig.

-Hmm.
-Oh!

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.

Well, that doesn't count.
I dropped that case.

Yeah, you keep dreaming, flyboy.

So 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.

8Yeah, don't try your
headgames on me, Harm.

They're not gonna
work this time.

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

Uh-huh.

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?

Oh, 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.

See, it's my ass on the line,

so, uh, when it
comes to my defense,

I have the final say.

Capisce?

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're 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.

Capisce?

[exhales]

Now,

can anyone
corroborate your alibi?

Yes. Liz.

Um, she came home after
the murder and woke me.

Confessed to being on
the beach with Felker.

And, uh, said someone killed
him while she was swimming.

And that's when you hit her?

Huh?

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.

[woman] Of course, the
house is just the first step.

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

[Liz] 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.

[birds chirping]

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?

-[Mac] 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 bloodstains on your shirt.

Bitch!

[trumpet blowing]

[officer] My platoon found
the body on our morning run.

I sent Private
Evans to call it in

and, um, 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
"Lover's 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?

Uh, 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, uh, 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."

[Harm] 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, uh,
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.

The 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, uh, 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 finger
prints on the cutters?

Yes.

-Anyone else's?
-No.

[people chattering]

What in the hell is
wrong with you, Major?

Are you trying to
hang me in there?

Remember whom
you're addressing, Chief!

That toolbox is
unlocked during the day.

Anybody in the shop could
have used those wire cutters!

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!
'Cause I could do better than
what I saw in there today.

[Mac] 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 defense 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.

[waves crashing]

Aren't you gonna
take your socks off?

Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah.

[sniffs]

[sighs]

Well, 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. It's 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?
-Mmm-hmm.

-Me, too.
-Yeah?

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

No, that's my spot!
That's my private spot!

-Wow! That is so neat!
-Yeah.

Quick! Make a wish!

-What?
-Look! That's
a... It's a shooting star!

-Where?
-There! Right there!

Uh, that's a...
That's a satellite.

Yeah, you can tell by the arc.

Oh.

But I... I could make a wish.

That's okay.

A-- Are you sure?
I had a good one.

What?

A kiss?

That is a good one.

What... What's the matter?

This isn't the
murder site, is it?

[people chattering]

Hey, what's up?

Just wanted to see
how you were doing.

Huh. 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?

Well, is that so
hard to believe?

You'd better get inside.
Round two starts in three
and a half minutes.

Ding. Ding.

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 want to 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?

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

[Harm]
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.

[dog barking]

[birds chirping]

Here, let me get that.

Oh, no. That's okay. It's light.
Just some personal belongings.

Um,

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.

Oh. 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.

[grunting]

Hey, I was just
teasing. You know.

Humor?

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?
-Huh? Do I?

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

You setting me up.
That's the problem.

Setting you up?

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!

[grunting]

Calmed down?

Good. Because I'm not through.

I think your
feelings about Holst

are interfering with
your ability to defend him.

Do you want to
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.

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

Can I come in?

Sure.

Uh,

I owe you an apology.

I said some things that, uh,

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

to make the assumptions
that I made. 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, uh, 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, uh...

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.

[door closing]

[Mac] 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
toolbox during the day, right?

Well, he... 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 Honor.
This is an unfounded inference.

I will rephrase.

Have you ever borrowed
tools from Chief Holst?

Well, yes, uh, probably.
But, I... I...

Is that a yes,
Petty Officer Carlos?

Yes, ma'am.

Yes.

Let the record reflect that
I am handing defense exhibit 14
to the witness.

You recognize 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 Honor.
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!
-[judge] 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
Civilization makes people horny.

[sputtering]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
How embarrassing.

But it's all your fault.

Mine?

You spit wine all over me!
How is it my fault?

Because you made me laugh.

'Cause you're so damn funny.

This is what I like about you.

A lot.

Is it true what you said
about Western Civilization?

I wouldn't make
a case against it.

Bud, what's the matter?

We've got to get out of here.

Why?

The satellite! Come on!

[Liz] Major MacKenzie,
thank you so much for coming.

I... 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.

Oh, no, no. It's all
right. I wasn't being sarcastic.
I was up, too.

Oh, good.

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

Can I get you some coffee?

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 going
to 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.

[sobbing]

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

he doesn't deserve to die.

Not even if he killed someone?

[sniffling]

Mrs. Holst, what really
happened that night?

[Liz] I was crying so badly,

I couldn't see straight.

I was afraid I was
gonna be sick.

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

[glass shatters]

Where've you been?

[groans]

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.

[crying]

[Bud humming]

She did good today.

Uh, oh, Major MacKenzie?

Yes, sir. She was great.

Sensational. Terrific.
She really did a good job.

I said good, Bud.
Not The Second Coming.

Ah, yes, sir.

Uh, I think that
might be for me, sir.

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

That's you, Bud.

Are you okay, Bud?

Me, sir? Oh, I'm...
I'm fine. I'm great.

Doing real good. Hmm.

[fax machine beeping]

Nice work, Counselor.

Well, I still think Holst
is a manipulative pig,

but thank you, Harm.
For everything.

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

Ho, ho! Prove it!

Ah, Major!

Are you all right, Bud?

Commander Rabb just
asked me the same thing.

Well, you should
see your expression.

Ma'am?

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

Actually, it was
a dinner picnic.

Oh, I see. A picnic at night.

Uh, we didn't do
anything, ma'am.

That'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.

Mister Webb called in a favor
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!

Uh, 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
want to 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, ma'am. 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.

Well, here are the
files you asked for.

Thanks.

Could I ask you a question, sir?

Sure. Fire away.

Lieutenant Roberts,

Bud, um...

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.

You want to talk about it?

No, uh, 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, bam,
he changes and goes in
a different direction!

The other night we
were at the beach

and, I mean, we were
having a good time.

I... I think we were
having a good time.

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

then, you know, bam,
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.

[man chattering]

[birds chirping]

Why so glum,
Major? We're winning.

[usher] All rise!

As you were.

Are you ready to begin with
your cross, Commander?

Yes, Your Honor, I am.

The government
recalls Liz Holst.

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

You may begin, Commander.

[Harm] 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 Honor.

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

[door opens]

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

Make it quick.

What in the hell is going on?

Your Honor, let
the record reflect

that I am handing a facsimile
of a Russian satellite photo

to defense counsel for their
review and possible objection.

[judge] Has this photo
previously been made available
to the defense?

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

But I have reason to
believe the defense counsel
has seen the photo.

Sidebar. 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 recognize 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?

[Liz] Rob?

Rob!

Liz!

Liz?

[gasping]

[screaming] Lizzy!

Come back here!
Get a hold of yourself!

[stuttering] You killed him!
You killed him!

No! That's not true!

You did it, Liz! You did it!

What?

I did it because of you!

I'm sorry to God. I'm sorry!

When I saw him
in your arms, I...

Oh, baby.

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

-Why do you do that to me?
-Oh, baby. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Honey, you know, 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, you know.

No! No! No! No!

They're going to take
me away from you!

No, they're not! They're not!
They're not going to take you!

I'm going to think
of something. No!

I'm sorry, Freddy.

I tried.

Don't blame me.

Please, don't blame me.

[Liz crying]

Do something!

What?

Object!

On what grounds?

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

[Mac] Nice work, Counselor.

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.

Well! He doesn't. Not anymore.

It's about time.

Jerk!

[chuckling] Hey!

Where are Harriet and Bud?

Well, they're staying
an extra night.

They have a picnic to finish.

Oh.

[both laughing]

I... I can't, Harriet.

What?

We're being watched.

Who cares!

[both chuckling]