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Will this do, Mrs. Hawk?

Unzip me.

What happened here?

Nothing.

She posted this, didn't she?

Let's talk about my husband.

Where are you going?

First swims, Billy.

Come on.

Or are you all talk?

in his father's footsteps as a naval aviator, Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rav

Jr. suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat on a storm -tossed carrier at

Diagnosed with night blindness, Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate

General Corps, which investigates, defends, and prosecutes the law of the

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah McKenzie, he now fights in and out

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

air.

Hedder. You wanted to see me, Judge?

You still working on securing Liz Holt'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.

me, sir, but don't you consider this a ploy by Chief Holt to delay the trial?

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

It's not surprising why batterers like to hide behind the skirts of female

attorneys. Sir, you know how heavy my caseload is here. If I have to commute

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 Hulse is accused of capital murder. I'd rather err on the side of

indulgence. Sorry, Major, he's yours.

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

105?

106?

Where's 105A?

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

Harriet? I was going to 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 it.

I got it.

Thanks. Don't be silly.

Anyway, give me some insight into what you do.

Really? Yeah.

I thought Commander Rabb was assigned to prosecute the case.

So I volunteered to help. Isn't that great?

Yeah.

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

Well, I'm not. I mean, I am, but I'm working with Major McKenzie, 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 just can't talk about the case.

I don't need to talk about the case.

Would you like to go to lunch?

I've got to meet Major McKenzie at the brig.

Oh,

you did not hear that.

Oh, my goodness, the Admiral sent Sarah McKenzie.

Well, are you nervous already?

Then why would I be nervous? Well, you know, I have beaten you before.

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 send Bud to

disclosure documents?

Everything's there, I hope. Clearly indexed, although I'm still working on a

statement from Mrs. Hall.

Well, she gave a statement.

Not about her husband's whereabouts.

Spousal privilege.

Silent, big volume. Max, she's scared.

Yeah, don't try your head games on me. Harm, they're not going to 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. It was quicker if you cut through

Thank you, Sergeant.

TPO Holtz, I'm Major McKenzie, your new and final attorney.

Nice to meet you, Major.

Looks like I chose well.

You didn't choose, Chief. The Judge Advocate General did.

Either way, I got what I wanted.

And what's that?

A good -looking female lawyer.

To help with this abuse nonsense, ma 'am.

Are you saying you never hit your wife?

I hit her.

I just didn't abuse her, Major.

Those other stiffs couldn't even get it excluded.

Well, neither can I. It goes to motive.

So they say.

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

I'm not a girl, Chief.

And if you're better off at all, CPO Holst, it's because I'm a good attorney.

Please sit down.

I'd rather stand.

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 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?

Now, I'm not going to 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 already decided I'm guilty.

It doesn't matter what I think.

Sure it does.

How are you going to 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 infant 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.

Can anyone corroborate your alibi?

Yes. Liz.

She came home after the murder, woke me, confessed to being on the beach with

Felker, and said someone killed him while she was swimming.

And that's when you hit her?

She had bruises the next day.

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

But I didn't kill her boyfriend.

And she knows it.

Ask her.

She's not talking.

She will.

She's just pissed off right now.

Moody.

You know how women get, ma 'am.

Of course, the house is just a first step. The goal is to get you into an

apartment as soon as possible.

He gets off and he'll find me.

I know it. He'll find me. We deal with situations like yours all too often,

Your safety is our first priority.

We'll take care of your phone, your mailing address, everything he can use

locate you.

It's a big step, I know. Just think about it and know that we're here.

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

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

Like he killed Ensign Felker?

Your husband wasn't home that night when you got back, was he, Mrs. Holst?

Thank you, Top.

Ma 'am?

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

I told you.

She said that you weren't there when she raced home that night, that in fact you

didn't come back until the next morning with bloodstains on your shirt.

Bitch!

My platoon found the body on our morning run.

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

Anything worth noting about the location which you found Anson 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

sand. Objection relevant?

Overall. And in your opinion, the location of this lover's lane of sorts

common knowledge throughout the base?

Yes, sir.

Chief Petty Officer Holtz would naturally be upset to find his wife

Anson Felker.

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

Sustained. Did you describe the mood of the affair?

Relaxed, sir.

You know, it was a picnic. Some of us even had our beers out on the field.

Relaxed until Chief Hulse 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. Hulse,

correct? Yes, sir.

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

When all of a sudden, Chief Holst ran out yelling, touch my wife again, I'll

you in the ground, Ensign.

Think he meant it?

Objection. Speculation.

How many times would you say he hit her?

Twice than I thought, sir. But there were a lot of unexplained bruises.

Did he 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. Holtz and Ensign Felker left together in Mrs. Holtz's

car, correct?

Yes, sir. What time?

0 -1 -15 -1 -30, 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 Holtz, 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 Holtz's

car? I did.

Will you describe your findings for the court?

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

Anything of particular interest?

Yes, traces of stainless steel wire.

commonly used for lifelines on a variety of naval ships.

Same type of wire used to garrote the victim.

Yes. Anything else linking the defendant to the wire used to kill Anton Felker?

Yes. Wire cutters, like most cutting devices, leave a specific signature, not

unlike the marks a gun barrel will leave on a bullet.

We match the cut on one end of the garrote wire.

with a pair of wire cutters that we found in Chief Holtz's locked toolbox in

machiner's shop. Chief Holtz's fingerprints on the cutters?

Yes. Anyone else's?

No.

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

that witness. He's a forensic specialist.

He can't testify as to access.

You could have asked him anyway.

Would have been objected to and sustained.

But it would have raised the issue.

Planted a seed in the panel's mind.

Don't tell me how to do my job. Then do it, Major, because I could do better

than what I saw in there today.

Maybe he's right.

I should be fighting harder.

Then fight harder.

Sir, perhaps I should remove myself from the case.

Sorry, Major.

I won't allow a mistrial because my officer doesn't like the man she's

defending.

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

Not an option, Major.

Admiral, the man is a monster and probably guilty.

But military law entitles him to the best defense available.

Thought I was giving it to him.

Sorry.

I just hit the 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 you're relevant.

I disagree, Admiral.

Major.

If you can't check your emotions at the door, then you should find them in the

line of work.

Aren't you going to take your socks off?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Yeah.

I can see why this place is so popular.

Yeah, it's great.

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

Yeah, just not as bright.

You know, on a moonless night, you could 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?

Mm -hmm. Me too.

Yeah? Yeah, I used to sneak up to the Signals Bridge catalog.

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

Wow. Yeah. That is so neat.

Quick, make a wish. What? Look.

It's a shooting star.

Where? There, right there.

That's a satellite.

Yeah, you can tell by the arc.

Oh.

But I could make a wish.

That's okay.

Are you sure I had a good one?

What?

That is a good one.

What's the matter?

This isn't the murder site, is it?

Just wanted to see how you were doing.

I bet.

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?

Was that so hard to believe?

I'd better get inside.

Round two starts in three and a half minutes.

Ding, ding.

Mrs. Holtz, did you intend to sleep with Vincent 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. Holden, 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 going to call me a whore, then I'd act like one.

What happened after you arrived at the beach?

We started kissing.

I knew I couldn't go through with it.

What did you do then?

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

Did you?

Yes.

But Rob never came out.

When I came back, I found him dead.

What did you do then?

Panicked. I thought maybe the killer might still be there.

So I jumped in my car and I drove home.

The defendant told police he was sleeping at home at the time of the

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

No.

When did Chief Hulse arrive home?

Not till the next morning.

Oh, no, that's okay. It's light. Just improves her belonging.

Um, could you wait in the car a moment, Vincent? Yes, sir.

You did the right thing, Mrs. Halst. 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. Holt.

From her husband?

No. From petty officer Carlos.

Looking good, Major.

Someone caught you well.

Yeah, my father.

Said to come in handy since I was being raised around sailors.

Oh, well, I'll remember that.

Something else might come in handy.

When Ensign Simpson and I were helping Liz Holtz move, came across some letters

addressed to Mrs. Holtz from Petty Officer Carlos.

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

Yeah, rather explicitly.

They were some pretty steamy love letters.

Say again?

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

And petty officer Carlos declared his love in these letters that you and Sims

just happened to find?

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

Well, maybe not you.

Right. You know, you really are something.

Hey, I was just teasing, you know?

Humor.

Yeah, you just want me to believe.

Petty Officer Carlos was involved in Ensign Falco's murder.

Read the letters.

Or don't read them.

I'm obligated to dispose when I discover. Do I look like I just fell off

turnip truck?

Excuse me? Do I?

Mac, what's going on?

What's the problem?

You're shutting me up. That's the problem. Setting you up?

Yet 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, Meg.

Oh, really?

What do you call it?

I pointed you in a certain direction. Your emotions still carry the rest, just

like now.

What do you know about my emotions?

Look, all I'm trying to... Back off, Harms. Back off.

Calm down?

Good, because I'm not through.

I think your feelings about Holt are interfering with your ability to defend

him.

You want to know why I think that?

From what little you told me about yourself, I think Holt reminds you of

father.

I got it! I got it!

Yep. I think Holtz pushes all the old daddy buttons and it's getting in your

way.

Put it to bed, Mac. Not because of Holtz. I couldn't give a damn about

but I do give a damn about you.

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 I made. I'm sorry.

Payday was the worst.

He'd go to the NCO club with his buddy, and most of the time they'd have to

drive him home because he was too drunk to drive himself.

Mac, you don't have to.

Yes, I do.

My mother would help him in.

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

He reeked of cigarettes and stale beer.

And sometimes something worse.

I, uh... And then the yelling would start.

And then the slapping.

And then the sobbing.

His. I don't know which was worse, his hitting or his sobbing that he was

But she left him and me with him.

And it wasn't much after that that I started drinking just to get away.

Mac threw it all as bad as it got, as despicable as your father might have

He didn't murder your mother.

Yeah, I know what you're saying, Norman. You're right.

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

Yes, you can.

There's an old saying.

Once you identify the enemy, you can defeat him.

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

Read them.

Petty Officer Carlos, you work in the machine shop with Chief Holtz, don't

Yes, ma 'am.

In fact, you are Chief Holtz'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 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 Holtz, correct?

Yes, ma 'am, but I wouldn't... You could have used Chief Holst's wire cutters to

cut the wire that was used to strangle Anson Felker.

Objection, Your Honor. This is an unfounded inference. I will rephrase.

Have you ever borrowed tools from Chief Holst?

Yes, probably, but I... Is that a yes, Petty Officer Carlos?

Yes, ma 'am.

Yes.

Let the record reflect that I'm 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 Halstead.

What the hell are you doing writing to my wife?

Major McKenzie, control your client.

Sit down.

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

I hope not, Counsel.

Continue.

Eddie, after Carla, could 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.

Son of a bitch! Right, Chief Holt! You were supposed to be my friend!

Wow, so what did the judge say about Chief Holt'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 Holtz, huh?

Defending Western civilization makes people horny.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing.

But it's all your fault.

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

Because you made me laugh.

Because you're so damn funny.

This is what I like about you.

A lot.

Is it true what you said about Western civilization?

Make a case against it.

We've got to get out of here.

Why?

Satellite, come on!

Major McKenzie, thank you so much for coming. I know it's late, it's just that

couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have called you so late. No, no, no, it's all

right. I wasn't being sarcastic. I was up, too.

Oh, God.

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 helped him, doesn't it?

Not much.

Especially since Petty Officer Carlos was probably still at the bar during the

murder.

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

They could.

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

He doesn't deserve to die.

Not even if he killed someone?

Mrs. Holt, what really happened that night?

I was crying so badly.

I couldn't see straight.

I was afraid I was going to be sick.

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

Where have you been?

So your husband was home? Yes.

And he 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, Freddie.

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

But I can't do this.

He was there.

He was home when I got there.

He couldn't have done it.

You did good today.

Oh, Major McKenzie. Yes, sir. She was great.

Sensational. Terrific. She really did a good job.

I say good, bud. Not the second coming.

Ah, yes, sir.

I think that might be for me, sir. Yes, Lieutenant J .G. Bud Roberts. That's my

name. That's you, bud.

You okay, bud?

Me, sir? Oh, I'm fine.

I'm great.

Doing real good.

Nice work, Counselor.

Well, I still think Holst is a manipulative pig, but thank you, Harm,

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

Oh, prove it!

Oh, Major.

Are you all right, bud?

Commander Ramsey's asked me the same thing.

Well, you should see your expression.

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

Actually, it's a dinner picnic. Oh, I see, a picnic at night.

Well, we didn't do anything, ma 'am. It's all right, but there are certain

things I'm just as happy not knowing.

Well, we saw a satellite.

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

Just about the time the coroner said an infant felker was killed.

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

Taking photos of the base.

Right. So I called Mr. Webb at State.

And? And it was a Russian spy satellite, and it was shooting the base. Mr. Webb

called in a 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.

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

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 him.

Give it to Commander Rapp?

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

No, you didn't.

You did exactly the right thing, but... What are we going to 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 old one, Lieutenant.

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

Hi.

Hi, bud.

You know what?

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

lawyer sucks.

Fine, thanks.

Thank you for asking.

Jeez, bud.

You with 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.

I heard the file you asked for.

Can 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'm so... That is not like me, sir. That

will not happen again. I'm so sorry.

Okay, Harry.

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.

I mean, we were having a good time.

I think we were having a good time.

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

know, 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

How do I do that?

Just stick with him, Henson. He's worth it. Thank you. Thank you.

I hope you're right.

Why so glum, Major? We're winning.

All rise.

As you were.

Are you ready to begin with your cross, Commander?

Yes, Your Honor, I am.

The government recalls Liz Holtz.

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

You may begin, Commander.

Mrs. Holtz, 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 Holtz's reputation as a jealous batterer

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 Ramp.

Mrs. Holson.

Are you in love with Petty Officer Carlos?

No. He 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.

A convenient accident.

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained. Move along, Commander.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holtz, you originally testified that when you discovered Ensign Felker's

body, there was no one else in sight, correct?

Yes. No one at all?

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

Excuse me, Your 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 the defense counsel for their review and possible objection.

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

defense counsel has seen the photo.

Sidebar. Both counsel approach.

If I give you this.

You underestimate him. And you.

You've seen this before, Major?

Yes, sir.

You have no objection?

No, sir.

Very well.

Continue, Commander.

Let me refresh your memory, Mrs. Hulse. 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. Hulse?

I see my car.

You recognize the other car?

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

Help me, Freddy.

Please help me.

Mrs. Holtz, would you like to change your testimony regarding the murder of

Ensign Felker?

Rob?

Rob?

Liz?

Liz!

Come in here!

Get a hold of yourself!

You killed him!

No, that's not true. You did it, Liz. I did

it because of you.

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

Well, I saw you with your arms.

Why do you do that, Lizzie?

Why do you do that to me?

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

I wouldn't have done it with them.

Lizzie, Lizzie, they're going to kill me for this, you know?

They're going to kill me. They're going to take me away from you. No, they're

not. They're not going to take you.

I'm going to think of something.

I'm sorry, Freddie.

I tried.

Don't blame me.

Please don't blame me.

Do something.

What?

Jacked. On what ground?

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

Nice work, Counselor. Yeah, 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.

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

He doesn't. Not anymore.

It's about time.

Jerk.

Where are Harriet and Bud? Well, they're staying an extra night.

They have a picnic to finish.

Oh.

I can't hear you What?

We're being watched Who cares?