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[dog barks]

[man with accent] I apologize for the hour, Miss Lane,

but I fear there has been a grave misunderstanding.

Perhaps it is a cultural thing.

It is often difficult to know

what is and what is not appropriate behavior

in a foreign country.

[barking, growling]

I do not think your dog likes my uniform.

I confess I was raised in a culture that has a tendency

to underestimate the capabilities of women.

I have not made that mistake

with you.

Let us have a glass of wine.

Call it unofficial detente.

You are intelligent,

creative... and delightful company.

So...

Tell me, Miss Lane,

Why would a beautiful woman, with such talent,

waste it working for the United States Navy?

[gunshot]

[narrator] 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.

[theme music playing]

[Chegwidden] Colonel Behrouz Hasan

was the Turkish military attaché

assigned to NATO.

Highly decorated in his country,

well-respected in ours.

Last night, he was shot and killed

by an Ensign Elizabeth Lane.

She's a data systems officer

assigned to the Turkish Embassy about two months ago

to bring their computer systems up to the NATO standards.

Did she admit to the shooting?

She did more than that.

A neighbor heard the gunshot.

DC Police were there within minutes.

Ensign Lane cooperated.

She turned over her weapon,

even gave them a statement.

Without a lawyer?

She was read her rights,

and waived her right to have counsel present.

Why'd she shoot him?

She claimed self-defense.

Commander, we need this resolved quickly and quietly.

Turkey is one of our most important allies.

An incident like this

could jeopardize our strategic position in the Middle East.

Where is Ensign Lane now, sir?

Pre-trial confinement.

Bud, what are you up to?

[Roberts] I'm typing that deposition--

Give it to Ensign Sims to finish.

We're going to the brig.

We have a murder.

Really?

Why wasn't I brought in?

I hate it when you do that.

Well, why didn't the Admiral put me on this case, too?

Mac, I don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

[Rabb] Let's go, Bud!

I guess we could use a third opinion.

Why don't you tag along?

Well, what about the Admiral?

Well, he didn't tell me I couldn't use you.

Thanks.

The police report says you were wearing only a towel

when you invited Colonel Hasan into your apartment.

Is it correct?

No.

I mean, yes.

I was wearing just a towel, but I did not invite him in.

I had just gotten out of the shower

and the door buzzed twice.

I thought it was Mrs. Heideger.

Mrs. Heideger?

My neighbor next door.

She's 80.

Sometimes she pushes my number by mistake.

What did you do after you buzzed the front door open?

Uh, my usual routine.

I, um, opened my apartment door a crack

to make sure that she'd gotten inside.

But it wasn't Mrs. Heideger.

It was Colonel Hasan.

[MacKenzie] Why did he want to see you?

[Lane] He said he wanted to talk to me.

So, I asked him to wait outside so that I could get dressed.

[MacKenzie] So you closed the front door.

-Yes, ma'am. -[Rabb] Did you lock it?

No, sir.

Why?

I didn't want to offend him.

I was halfway down the hall.

I heard the door open...

and Colonel Hasan just came inside.

Uninvited.

[Lane] He said it would be inappropriate

for someone to see him hanging around

outside my apartment.

Diplomats worry a lot about appearance.

[Rabb] What about your appearance, Ensign?

You didn't get dressed.

Things happened so fast after that, sir.

Happened so fast, you forgot you were naked?

I was so scared, sir.

I just froze.

How did you get your weapon?

I don't remember.

Did you try calling for help?

I don't think so.

You don't think so.

[sighs] If you felt your life was in danger, Ensign,

why didn't you try leaving the apartment?

[Lane] I don't know.

I'm sorry, I'm trying,

but it's like, the details...

they're all blurry.

Where do you keep your pistol?

In my nightstand.

But I don't remember taking it out.

It was just...

in my hand.

Major, I know this is not making any sense.

Why were you so scared?

Did Colonel Hasan engage you in any verbal

or physical confrontation?

No, ma'am.

Did the Colonel have a weapon?

No.

Did he have any reason to be angry with you?

Not that I can think of.

Did he ever touch you at all?

No, ma'am.

But I knew he was going to hurt me.

I just knew.

[kids yelling]

Derrick! Don't run! Excuse me.

Son! Derrick! Derrick, stop it! Derrick, get back here!

-[Derrick yelling] -[woman] Jane? Larry? Go into the room!

-Sit down on the couch! -[man] Enough! Too much sugar.

[woman] I don't want this screaming!

You want to watch TV,

you are going to have to listen to me now!

Here we are.

-Home, sweet motel. -Mm-hmm.

Are you sure it's going to take them three whole days

to fumigate your apartment?

Well, it's the whole building, Harriet.

I mean, I'm not the only one with bugs.

[family yelling continues in distance]

You know what I mean.

Well, better get going.

Got to get that motion finished by the close of business.

-Well, you'll be back later, right? -Right.

I mean, 'cause I have a two-for-one coupon on pizza,

and Free Willy on the pay-per-view.

Oh, you do know how to sweet-talk a lady.

Mm-hmm.

All right. For you.

-Thank you. -I'll be back.

-Okay, bye. -Bye.

-Bye. Bye. -See you.

Yahh!

Colonel Hasan had a sterilized record.

Promoted to embassy detail after the Gulf War.

Lane's record was clean, too.

Lane's record's only half a page long, Mac.

But it still counts. Neither of them had a history of violent behavior

and neither had been reprimanded.

I'm going to have a psychological evaluation done.

Since when does a woman have to be crazy to shoot a man?

You don't believe her.

Believe what?

She hasn't told us anything yet.

She just killed someone, Harm. She's in shock.

It's called post-traumatic stress disorder.

I know what it's called, Freud.

Well, then you should know what she's going through.

I do. I've been there. It's not easy to deal with.

She deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Mac, what difference does it make if I believe her or not?

It's not what we think, it's what we can prove.

And right now, she's given us nothing

we can build a case on.

And what about instinct?

Ah, why not?

You rely on your gut instincts every day.

In the courtroom, during an investigation, when you're flying.

That's different, Mac.

Why? Because you're a man?

Women rely on their instincts to survive.

That's why I don't go to the movies alone at night.

A woman's instincts are on overdrive 24 hours a day.

They have to be.

If Ensign Lane felt her life was in danger,

chances are it was.

Just figuring out what wine to get with pizza, you know?

Is it going to be white, because of the anchovies

or red, because of the Canadian bacon?

So, I decided to go with champagne!

Ha-ha!

Wow!

[cork pops]

-Ow! -Harriet! Harriet, are you all right?

Be careful where you're pointing that thing, Bud.

-Oh, I am so sorry. -It's okay, it's okay.

-Oh! -Ow!

-I'll get some ice. -Okay. Okay.

I'll get you some ice.

It brings the swelling down.

-Here... got it? -Mm-hmm.

Can I get you some aspirin or something?

-No? Okay. -No.

But I'll settle for a kiss.

Oh, okay.

-[man] Stop that!! -[woman] What are you doing?

-[man] Derrick!! -[Derrick wailing]

[woman] You can't have three separate shows on

at the same time!

[Derrick wailing]

I'm sorry, I feel sick.

I just need to sit up for a second.

-Okay, sure. -That's okay.

Hey! The movie's just about to start.

Okay.

[woman on TV moaning]

That's not Free Willy.

Yeah. It's ten o'clock.

Free Willy.

No, Bud, that's Free The Willy.

Huh?

[woman on TV moans louder]

[dog barks ferociously]

[Rabb] You didn't tell me you had a dog.

[Lane] Sorry, sir.

Mrs. Heideger is supposed to be taking care of him.

Blaze is a DEA reject,

so he doesn't like men in uniform.

I found that out.

Very protective.

Better than a boyfriend.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Loyal, forgiving...

doesn't leave the toilet seat up.

[chuckles]

Why didn't he protect you from Colonel Hasan?

[Blaze snarling, barking]

I do not think your dog likes my uniform.

Don't touch me!

He fed Blaze.

-Hasan? -I remember now.

I heard him open the fridge.

He put a plate of food on the floor

to distract Blaze,

so that he wouldn't protect me.

That's when I got the gun.

He was coming to hurt me.

So I had to shoot him.

I had to.

I wanted to apologize for last night.

-I shouldn't have left. -Oh, Harriet,

I can't believe that you stayed as long as you did.

We could've had a better time at the Bates Motel.

-I'm sorry. -It's not your fault.

I've given this a lot of thought, and, um...

maybe you'd like to come and stay with me.

You and me?

At your apartment? Are you,

are you okay about this?

Yeah. Dinner's at 7:00.

Be there.

-[man] First floor. -Hey!

Ma'am, I got the crime scene photos.

[Rabb] There it is.

A plate.

Not a dog dish or a bowl. A plate.

So?

She said Hasan fed her dog,

keep it occupied so it wouldn't protect her.

Don't tell me you're starting to believe her.

I wouldn't go that far, Mac.

Let's just say I'm seeing defense possibilities.

[Tiner] Excuse me, ma'am.

The Admiral would like to see you in his office,

Commander.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

[scoffs] You know, this sucks.

Ma'am?

I feel like I'm 15 years old again

getting grounded for, for stealing cars and drinking.

If that's the sort of thing one might get grounded for as a teenager.

You know, how long is the Admiral going to treat me like this?

I don't know, ma'am.

Maybe you ought to let him know how you feel about it.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I should march right in there

and put it on the table.

I don't know about that, ma'am.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

-The Admiral? -I don't deserve this.

He is lucky to have me back.

I should get right in his face

and give him a piece of my mind.

Mayday, Major. Mayday.

I'm a Marine, a devil dog.

We don't back down from anything.

Thanks, Bud.

Don't mention it. Please.

SECNAV wants to know what progress you're making on the case.

Well, Ensign Lane seems to be suffering

from some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder, sir.

She's having difficulty remembering details.

Turkish government is putting on the pressure, Commander.

Well, I'm moving as quickly as I can, Admiral,

but it's not easy.

Right now, her whole defense comes down to intuition.

-I hope, for your sake, you're kidding. -He's not, sir.

[Chegwidden] Major, we're right in the middle of something here.

Yes, sir, and with all due respect,

I think I should be a part of it.

I know you believe I should be punished

for leaving JAG, and maybe you're right,

but right now, Ensign Lane's future

is more important than teaching me a lesson, sir.

Major, do you know the difference

between initiative and insubordination?

Yes, I do, sir, and I would like to believe

that I'm demonstrating the former.

This case demands the benefit of a woman's perspective

and I, for one, believe

that Ensign Lane's intuition is a valid motive.

And how is it that you're even privy

to the particulars of this case?

Uh, well, sir, I, uh...

I thought the Major would,

uh, you know.

Well, it's that, uh, female perspective thing

she mentioned earlier.

Sir, when we leave this building tonight

we'll do it in very different ways.

You'll get in your car and drive off.

I'll walk out and pay attention to shadows and dark corners.

My keys will be in my hand

for quick access to my car

and in case I need them as a weapon.

I don't give it a second thought because it's standard operating procedure

every time I leave every building.

Women's intuition isn't a joke.

It's a matter of survival.

And if it weren't for her instincts,

Ensign Lane would be the one who's dead.

Sir, with the time frame being what it is,

I could really use all the help I could get.

Fine. Dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Major...

my instincts tell me

I wouldn't recommend this approach in the future.

Yes, sir.

[Roberts] Something sure smells good.

[Sims] Well,

I hope you like veggie lasagna.

My favorite.

[Sims humming]

Hey, what are these little, uh

little kid things?

Uh, uh, that's a Hummel.

Um, that one is called "On Our Way,"

and it's worth over a thousand dollars.

-Huh? -Yeah.

[switch clicks, sultry jazz begins playing]

[humming along with music]

-Is there something wrong? -Wrong? No.

It's just that when we first started dating, we both got tested.

Right, and you showed me your test results and they were negative.

Well, they still are. I mean, I still am.

And so am I.

Good.

Oh, my gosh, I forgot to tell you.

I'm so sorry.

I should've told you.

I think I smell your, your lasagna burning.

I think you're right.

[Rabb] Hi.

Ready?

Where's Major MacKenzie?

She's digging up everything she can on Hasan.

It's okay, Ensign. You're safe with me.

Okay.

[Rabb whistling]

[quietly] Where's the dog?

[Lane] He's staying with Mrs. Heideger.

Oh.

Well, I see you like dolls.

My dad was an engineer.

I traveled around a lot as a kid.

You know, I never stayed in one country long enough

to make any friends, so, my father always bought me a doll

every time we moved to a new country.

So, that way, I always had at least one new friend

wherever I went.

Well, it looks like you have a lot of friends.

But they're not real.

I'll be your friend.

I don't need a friend, Commander.

I need someone who believes me.

Tell me the truth.

Let's walk through what happened that night.

It was 10:15.

-You just got out of the shower. -[doorbell rings]

[Lane] I heard the door buzzer.

What?

-[doorbell rings] -It rang twice.

That's why I thought it was Mrs. Heideger.

So I buzzed open the lobby door

and then I opened my own door to look out.

Colonel Hasan.

Miss Lane,

we need to talk.

[barking, growling]

[Lane] Blaze, go on in.

Forgive me, sir.

I need to get dressed.

-I assumed it was about work. -You feel threatened?

Awkward mostly.

I mean, he's a very important man

and he seemed irritated with me.

What happened then?

He said, "Excuse me, Miss Lane,

but I shouldn't be seen outside of your apartment.

You must be freezing.

The first time you mentioned the window.

I just remembered it.

It's always open.

Blaze likes to look outside.

Did Colonel ask for a drink?

No, sir. He said he needed a drink.

And then I went into the bedroom.

He went directly into the kitchen?

I didn't see it.

There was a noise.

[Rabb] What kind of noise?

[Lane] A metallic click.

Why didn't you leave?

Sir?

Hasan was in the kitchen.

Why didn't you go out the front door?

I don't remember.

I just remember being so scared.

I knew that I couldn't escape

and that he would never let me get away.

He had no right to come into my bedroom.

If he'd just stayed out there.

He should not have come in. It was his fault.

He was going to hurt me.

-Let go of me! -Beth. Beth.

Let go of me!

Beth, Beth, no one is going to hurt you.

I won't let them.

I was defending myself, sir.

He was going to kill me.

Why won't anyone believe me?

I do.

I do. I believe you, Beth.

[crying quietly]

Mac. Where's Bud?

Haven't seen him.

Oh. Maybe Ensign Sims knows where he is.

No, I haven't seen her this morning either.

-[Rabb] Ensign Sims. -Yes, sir.

You seen Lieutenant Roberts?

Uh, what do you mean, sir?

There he is.

-[Rabb] Bud! -Yes, sir.

Do you have that psychological report I asked for?

-I was just on my way to get that, sir. -Good.

-Oh! Excuse me, Ensign Harriet, Sims. -Hi.

What's going on with these two?

Isn't it obvious?

They're sleeping together.

-Nah, no way. -[chuckles]

Twenty bucks say they're hot bunkin'.

I'll take that bet.

Watch and learn.

Oh, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

[sniffing]

[MacKenzie] Hmm.

Women's perfume.

Long, blonde hair.

Lipstick on the cheek.

Tell me, Lieutenant, where did you sleep last night?

And remember, officers never lie.

I-Isn't that Admiral Drake?

You're good.

I know. Pay up, flyboy.

Well, I...

Uh, I'm good for it. I'll get you later.

[snickers]

What's on your mind, Commander?

Admiral, I just saw Commander Imes

and the SECNAV leaving your office, sir.

I get the feeling I'm not being told everything.

Told you all I can.

But you haven't told me all you know.

Attorney-client privilege is not the only thing

preventing me from helping you, Commander.

Look, I don't like this any more than you do.

But we both have to deal with it.

Is this your way of telling me that Ensign Lane is going

to be fed to the dogs no matter what I do, sir?

Well, I would like to think that you have more confidence

in our UCMJ and your own lawyer skills.

Oh, I do, sir.

That's why I refuse to allow her to be sold out by the Navy

or anyone else, sir.

[door closes]

[Rabb] You neglected to tell me

you quit your job at the embassy.

I thought you knew, sir.

I assumed that my transfer request

was part of my personnel file.

Why did you quit?

We'd had several problems with the systems

and I felt I was in over my head.

Really? You made the same upgrades for the French and the Germans.

Yes, but the Turkish system is older

and it just kept crashing, no matter what I tried.

Did Hasan blame you for that?

Maybe. I don't know.

Well, did he seem angry when he came to see you?

He seemed to be on edge.

Is that why you felt threatened?

Perhaps.

"Maybe," "perhaps," "I don't know".

Beth, you have got to give me something solid to go on.

Why didn't you call for help?

I did, sir.

I tried to call 911.

You never told me that.

I just remembered.

[flips page]

There is no record of it.

The phone wasn't working.

Beth, both phones in the apartment were in perfect working order

after the incident, according to the police report.

That's not true, sir.

I tried to call for help, but I couldn't get a dial tone.

All I could hear was...

Hasan in the kitchen.

I heard him through the phone.

He had the phone off the hook.

[SECNAV] This was supposed to be cut and dried.

What's Rabb trying to prove?

He's a defense lawyer, sir.

He's doing his job.

You know how this is supposed to work, Admiral.

Well, then somebody should've told him.

The Turkish government expects a conviction.

Well, what do you want me to tell him?

"Throw the case, lose this one

for the good of the service, Commander"?

Look, I don't care how big this is

I don't like deceiving my people, sir.

What you tell him is your problem

but if this doesn't go down as planned,

then you've become my problem.

I don't like having problems, Admiral.

[sighs]

[Roberts whispering] They're onto us.

Bud?

I'm over here, in maritime law.

[Sims] What are you doing?

They know.

-Who? -Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie.

They know that we're, you know.

Did you tell them?

No! They figured it out.

It was Major MacKenzie.

You don't know what it's like being interrogated by a Marine.

-The woman is ruthless. -What are we going to do?

I don't know about you, but I'm pleading the Fifth. Admit to nothing.

Burden of proof is on the prosecution.

Just relax, Bud.

You're getting yourself worked up for nothing.

Take a deep breath.

Everything's going to be okay. If it makes you feel any better

I'll have a woman-to-woman talk with Major MacKenzie.

You're the best, Harriet.

Only with you.

-[Chegwidden] Lieutenant! -Ow!

-Sir. -What are you doing?

I was looking for a book, sir.

Ah. Here it is.

[MacKenzie] We have no prints.

Hasan's prints weren't on the phone in the kitchen?

No prints at all, not even Ensign Lane's.

-Somebody wiped it down. -I did find this, however.

Hasan was assigned to the embassy

after his predecessor was booted out of the country.

Oh, yeah? What'd they send him home for?

Got caught stealing satellite photos

of American military bases.

A spy.

Well, now, what are the chances

that Colonel Hasan is continuing

where his predecessor left off?

Well, we have no proof of that.

No, but maybe Beth does.

Well, then why wouldn't she say something?

I don't know.

Maybe she doesn't know that she knows.

Okay, back up. You lost me.

Well, if Hasan were spying,

and Beth found out about it,

gives him a motive to kill her, correct?

Yeah, assuming she found something incriminating, which she didn't.

Maybe she found something without realizing it.

Maybe something in the computers.

So, assuming he was a spy

and assuming he thought she'd found out

Colonel Hasan was going to kill her, just to be safe?

You're not buying it.

No, and nobody else will either.

I'm getting Beth out of the brig.

She is the key to all this,

whether she knows it or not.

[Judge] Commander Rabb,

upon review of Ensign Lane's charge report

and confinement order

I agree there's no evidence to suggest

that Ensign Lane will not appear at trial,

nor do I believe she is likely to engage in serious criminal misconduct.

Therefore, I am releasing Ensign Lane

back to restricted custody,

confined to quarters until such time

as a trial is convened

or charges are dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Your Honor,

the seriousness of this crime

and the political repercussions--

Do not outweigh Ensign Lane's rights

as an individual.

My decision stands.

[gavel bangs twice]

[Lane sighs] It's good to be home.

Is that growling I hear the dog

or is that your stomach?

Well, the brig isn't known for its gourmet cuisine.

You like Chinese food?

There is a great takeout down the street.

Delivers to prisoners for free.

[gunshot]

Please tell me that was a disgruntled girlfriend, sir.

Sorry. I don't know why I said that.

-It wasn't even funny. -Hey, this is my fault.

I insisted on taking you out of confinement.

Now I've put you in danger.

Who do you think it was?

Probably Hasan's people.

They want me dead.

Yeah. Big question is, why?

Is it for something you saw?

Maybe it's for something they thought you saw.

Could simply be revenge for Hasan's death.

Beth, do you remember anything

about your time at the Turkish embassy

that would suggest Hasan was spying on the U.S. Government?

A spy?

You're kidding, right?

You're not, are you, sir?

Call me Harm.

In my apartment, it's Harm.

Let's start at the beginning.

First day on the job.

Tell me everything...

Even the things you think are insignificant.

You took Ensign Lane to your apartment?

Admiral, it's my duty to protect her.

She, she's safe there.

Sir, the man Colonel Hasan replaced at the embassy

was a spy.

-So? -[MacKenzie] Well, we believe

the flow of classified information

still continues.

Conjecture or fact?

Theory, sir.

What if Hasan thought Beth found him out?

Will you have proof she did?

[MacKenzie] Uh, not yet, sir,

but even if he thought she'd found out,

it would give him reason to kill her.

[Chegwidden] So, your defense is what?

Accusing a dead Turkish diplomat of "maybe" being a spy?

Somebody tried to kill Ensign Lane last night, sir.

Perhaps it was to keep her quiet.

Now, if Hasan were a spy,

I doubt he was working alone.

You were assigned this case, Commander,

because it was thought you can resolve it quickly

and quietly.

-I'm trying, sir. -Try harder.

Accusing members of the Turkish government

of espionage in this case is unacceptable.

Even if it's the truth?

Admiral, are you telling me that politics are more important than the truth?

More important than Ensign Lane's life?

Find another way, Commander.

She has expensive tastes.

Hmm, maybe it was a gift.

[MacKenzie] Look at the wine rack.

There's only one empty space.

Looks like Colonel Hasan took her best bottle.

He never opened it.

Maybe he couldn't find a corkscrew.

Corkscrew's right there on the countertop.

Look at this. What do you see?

A dish towel and a wine bottle.

[Rabb] A wine bottle wrapped in a dish towel in his hand.

You think Colonel Hasan was going to kill her with Bordeaux?

[Imes] Ensign Lane, is this your gun?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you use this gun to kill Colonel Behrouz Hasan?

Yes, ma'am.

Why?

He was going to hurt me, ma'am.

[Imes] Did Colonel Hasan say he was going to do you bodily harm?

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan ever touch you?

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan

ever threaten you in any way?

Yes, ma'am.

How did he threaten you, Ensign Lane?

He came into my apartment uninvited, ma'am.

Did you ask him to leave?

No, ma'am.

So, where's the threat, Ensign Lane?

He fed my dog, ma'am.

You killed a man because he fed your dog?

It was not just that.

Ensign Lane, you opened the door wearing no more than a towel,

you never bothered to get dressed,

and when Colonel Hasan suggested you have a drink with him,

you shot him in the chest.

Correct?

[sighs]

Yes, ma'am.

Admiral, we have more

than sufficient evidence to take this case to trial

and we recommend that Ensign Elizabeth Lane

be moved back into confinement and tried

for the premeditated murder of Colonel Behrouz Hasan.

Commander?

Ensign Lane,

you're aware that this is an investigative hearing,

that you are under oath, and are required to tell the truth

as you know it?

Yes, sir.

Tell us, Ensign Lane, why didn't you leave your apartment?

I-I don't know, sir.

Where are the exits located?

[Lane] There's the front door and a back door,

which leads down a fire escape.

What about the windows?

I live on the third floor, sir.

Well, why didn't you go out the back door

and down the fire escape?

It's a locked deadbolt, sir.

Where was the key?

In my purse, in the kitchen.

With Colonel Hasan.

Two exit options are gone.

What about the front door? Was it unlocked?

Yes, sir, I unlocked it when Colonel Hasan arrived.

Where was that key?

It was in the deadbolt, sir.

I keep it there in case of an emergency.

This was an emergency, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Was the door unlocked when you opened it

to let the police inside?

No, sir.

Ensign Lane, you're certain that the front door was locked?

Yes, sir. The key was not in the deadbolt

and I had to use the one in my purse

to let the police inside.

Who locked the front door?

Colonel Hasan, on his way to the kitchen, sir.

Objection, Your Honor. Unless Commander Rabb can prove

that Colonel Hasan locked the front door...

Your Honor, this is a list

of Colonel Hasan's personal effects.

Included in that list is a key to the deadbolt lock

of the defendant's front door.

A late night.

An uninvited guest.

A dog kept busy with leftovers.

A powerful man

who entered your apartment after being told to wait outside.

Kitchen phone taken off the hook,

so you couldn't call out.

The man who had virtually ignored you until that day,

who came into your bedroom

with an unopened bottle of wine,

covered in a dish towel,

to be used as a blunt instrument,

then replaced in the wine rack with no danger of fingerprints.

Two locked doors with inaccessible keys.

Ensign Lane's instincts told her she was in danger for her life.

This evidence proved she was right, Your Honor.

I can't believe it's all over.

You were great, sir.

[MacKenzie] And a little bit lucky.

[Imes] Nice work in there, Rabb.

-Thanks, Imes. -But I tend to agree with the Major.

You did get lucky.

-Huh. -I don't know how to thank you

but I'm sure you get that from all your clients.

Only the ones we get acquitted.

You're still in danger, Beth.

I'm going to take some leave,

get out of town for a few days.

How about a going-away dinner?

I don't think that's such a good idea, sir.

Tonight, my place, 7:30.

I won't take no for an answer.

No uniforms.

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[turns off music]

[dial tone]

[keypad beeping]

[recorded voice] We're sorry, you have reached a number

that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached this recording in error,

please check the number and--

[button beeps, dial tone]

What are you doing here so late, sir?

Well, I could ask you the same question, Bud.

Well, the Admiral's got me digging through the archives.

I'm looking for Ensign Lane's file.

I, I can't find it anywhere.

Well, let me try, sir.

[keys clacking]

Well, that's weird. She's not in the personal or the police files.

No.

Wait a minute. Let me try this.

[keys clacking]

That's impossible.

She's not listed on the court docket for today. I don't get it.

-[footsteps approaching] -[Chegwidden] Commander...

My office.

[Rabb] Admiral, I, uh...

I was just looking for Ensign Lane's file in the computers.

It's like she never existed.

The woman you knew as Ensign Lane

was a Naval Intelligence Agent working undercover

to infiltrate a Washington spy ring.

You should've told me, sir.

I couldn't.

What if I had lost the case, Admiral?

You were supposed to.

Ensign Lane was to be tried, convicted and imprisoned for life,

at least on paper.

What about the sniper?

Turkish government has denied involvement

but recalled several of their embassy staff.

You know, sir, I like to know when I'm risking my life.

I should have been told.

I know.

But this is bigger than you or me, Commander.

Many lives were at stake.

Damn, Harm,

only you could've gotten her acquitted.

Do you know how close you came to exposing the whole operation?

As it is, the fallout from this will take weeks to repair.

What was her real name, sir?

I don't know.

Sorry.

Why?

It's my job, Commander, to support

and defend the Constitution of the United--

No, no, no. Why'd you come back?

I don't know. Normally, I can just walk away.

What's different this time?

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