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Inspector Pietro Gianinni, Interpol.

Excuse me.
Excuse my English is not so good.

Oh, your English is fine.
Commander Rabb,

U.S. Navy's Judge Advocate
General's office.

Commander, it is a pity
your visit to our beautiful city

is for such an unhappy reason.

- Another woman, inspector?
- Yes, a prostitute.

She was found here,
facing out the window.

Strangled,
exactly as the other three victims.

Here.

And you believe one of
our people is involved?

I am sorry to say we do,
commander.

We have usually
very positive experience of your Navy,

but each of the victims
was last seen

in the company of a U.S. Sailor,
in uniform.

And each of the murders occurred

when one of your warships
was in port.

That ship, commander.

Commander, it says
in your file that you took an FBI course

in profiling serial murderers.

Yes, sir.

Interpol has requested our help

with an investigation of a potential
serial killer aboard the USS Gillcrist.

How many murders
have there been, sir?

Four so far, all prostitutes.

Commander Rabb was on his way
back from the Seahawk.

I diverted him from Bahrain to Naples.
I'm sending you there to meet him.

Air Force C-17 leaves in two hours.
I want you on it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Is there a problem, commander?

No, sir. It's just...

I've never actually... I mean...

I took one course, sir.

And profiling, sir, is an art.

I have no idea whether or not
I'll be able to do this.

Well, commander,
I don't have a choice.

The Gillcrist leaves Naples
in three days.

And frankly,
there is no one else in this office

with any profiling experience.

- I understand, sir.
- Remember, Commander Rabb

has conducted numerous
murder investigations.

Just follow his lead.

- That' will be all. Dismissed.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Congratulations, lieutenant.

- On your safe return, ma'am.
- Is the admiral in?

He's expecting you, lieutenant.
May I take your overcoat, ma'am?

Mazeltov, lieutenant.

- And welcome back.
- Commander.

How are you getting along?
Feeling all right?

If you're concerned about my health,
you needn't be. Excuse me, sir.

Enter.

Lieutenant Singer
reporting for duty, sir.

- At ease, lieutenant.
- Thank you, sir.

Sir, if I may,
I know you're aware of my condition.

I am and congratulations
and welcome home.

Since Colonel MacKenzie
is filling in

as temporary JAG
aboard the Seahawk,

why don't you go ahead
and use her office for now?

Sir, I'd like to make a request.

I have 30 days accumulated leave.

I'd like to take it
then get back to sea duty, ASAP.

Well, there's no reason
to rush the decision.

Truth be told, sir,
my decision is already made.

My condition is only temporary.

I see.

Give Tiner your updated
personnel data card and we'll talk.

- That will be all.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You wouldn't rather visit
your room before we start?

The Gillcrist is scheduled to get
underway in three days.

If the killer is aboard, we wanna
get him before she leaves, right?

No if, commander.

I'm certain the murderer
is on that ship.

Well, according to the movement
report for the Gillcrist,

she came through Gibraltar
last spring.

Her first liberty port was Barcelona,
April 28th.

Twenty-nine, April,

between the ninth hour and midnight,
the first prostitute is killed.

Next port of call was Marseilles,
May 5th.

Sixth, May, again a killing,
sometime before midnight.

And then here in Naples, May 13th.

That very same night, a third killing.

Then nothing for six months.

That's the exact time the Gillcrist
was deployed to the Arabian Sea.

She returns through the Suez Canal,
arriving back here in Naples yesterday.

And last night,
the murderer strikes again.

Can there be any doubt,
commander?

That's really great, sweetheart.

Yeah, it's just a start.
I've got a long way to go.

What do you mean?

Well, I got the letter from
the Physical Evaluation Board today.

They found me unfit for full duty.

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.

We talked about this, Harriet.
It's not like it's a complete surprise.

Hey, don't look so worried.

I'm gonna exercise my right
for a full, formal hearing.

And you're gonna make it.

- What's wrong?
- Lieutenant Singer.

- She returned today.
- Say no more.

Well, it's not her.

It's her situation. Her pregnancy.

Yeah, you know, knowing Singer,
she'II, uh, "have it taken care of."

That's what I'm worried about.

I'm afraid she's made a decision
she's gonna regret.

Well, it's her business, Harriet,
you know.

Nothing you can do.

I know.

I know.

Commander.

- Commander.
- Good morning, sir.

I'm sorry to startle you.

- Am I in the wrong room?
- No, this is your room.

Mine wasn't ready so I talked them
into giving me a hotel key

just so I could shower.

I couldn't wait and I know
we don't have much time. I'm sorry.

No, that's fine, commander.

I'm glad you're here.

I mean, in Naples,
not in the hotel room.

Although, I mean,
you're certainly welcome to...

Do you need anything?

Just a little privacy
and I'll be ready to go, sir.

- Okay.
- Sir?

- Yes?
- Have you ever worked

with a profiler before?

Uh, no, this, uh, is my first time.

Maybe that's good.

No expectations
I won't be able to live up to.

Why, are you nervous?

Extremely.

Until you catch that guy,
lives are at stake, sir.

Until we catch the guy.

We're working as a team
on this one.

I'm gonna wait in the lobby, okay?

- Ten minutes, sir.
- Okay.

Inspector Gianinni,
Lieutenant Commander Tracy Manetti.

Signorina Manetti, ah,
the pleasure is all mine.

I had no idea the U.S. Navy
had such beautiful sailors.

Sorry to interrupt, but the Gillcrist
gets underway in two days, so...

Of course, I'm sorry.

Apologies.

Is this all the physical evidence,

the autopsy reports,
investigation records?

Yes, there is very few
physical evidence.

Any body fluids?
Semen, saliva, any hair?

Nothing.
There was no sex with the victims.

Defensive wounds?

Bruising on the body
or skin under the fingernails?

There is no DNA evidence at all.

So the women didn't see it coming.

And he cleaned them up afterwards
which says he was highly organised.

I agree.

Most serial killers fit a basic profile.

Single white male, young.

Father absent from his life.

Usually distant from his mother.

A lack of a committed relationship
with a woman.

What is it, sir?

I was just thinking
it, uh, could describe me.

You are too old to fit the profile,
commander.

Oh, well, then I don't know whether
to be insulted or relieved.

We need to find the element
that sets this killer off,

his stressor.

You mean the thing
that incites him to kill?

Yes.

- What are these?
Wedding rings.

All identical.
Found on the victims' fingers.

We assume they were placed there
after they were killed.

Are you sure of this?

None of the women were married.

- These do not belong to them.
Interesting.

The suspect is young,
yet all the victims are older women.

To a single male, the wedding rings
are symbolic of what?

Desire to possess. Control.

Or just the opposite.
Rejection of control.

Yes, of course. He would resent
being under the control of a female,

his mother, his wife.

- Or his commanding officer.
Sir?

The skipper of the USS Gillcrist
is a woman.

Commander Amanda Waller.

Sounds like
we might have our stressor, sir.

Let's not beat around
the bush, commander.

Two JAGs ask permission
to come aboard and speak privately.

Either I'm in trouble or someone in my
wardroom is, which is the same thing.

Negative, commander,
at least we don't think so.

Ship's company?

Four prostitutes
have been murdered,

each last seen with a young,
white, enlisted man

in a Naval uniform
while the Gillcrist was in port.

A lot of ships in this battle group,
commander.

I assume you've done the math.

JAG wouldn't have sent you all the way
out here unless you were sure.

- That's correct, ma'am.
We're sure enough to ask you

to cooperate in the investigation,
commander.

You're talking about a serial killer
aboard my ship.

Of course, I'll cooperate.
And I will pray to God you're wrong.

I have 360 personnel on this ship.
Eliminate the officers, women,

and people of colour, you are still
looking at a lot of men, commander.

And we sail in less than 36 hours.

We realise that. We'll start
the breakdown by duty section.

How many duty sections
are you running here, ma'am?

There are four duty sections
on a destroyer, commander.

Sorry, ma'am,
I haven't pulled sea duty yet.

One duty section stays onboard
at all times, in rotation.

Well, we'll need to obviously
find the duty section on liberty

every time the murder took place.

You realise that if you can't do that,
then the killer is not on my ship.

April 29th?

Duty Section 2 was onboard.

- May 6th?
May 6th.

Duty Section 1.

The 13th of May?

Thirteenth,
Duty Section 3 was onboard.

And the last murder took place
the day before yesterday.

Duty Section 2 again.

That makes Duty Section 4 on liberty
every time a murder took place.

Sorry, skipper.

Well, that gets you down to 55,
60 possible suspects.

We'll need to verify whereabouts
of every crewmember on liberty

on those dates.

I'll have my department heads
start interviewing the men

and checking alibis.

And I'll get you all the service records
for Duty Section 4.

It might help to talk to someone
who's familiar with sailors

in the duty section.

That would be the duty-section leader.
I will send him up.

And, uh, please help yourself
to a steady supply of coffee.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Are you still serving?

Actually,
we're between breakfast and lunch.

- I'll see what I can do.
Fine.

I'll have the Boatswain's breakfast.
Two eggs over-well, break the yolks.

I'll have white toast, bacon, ham,

link sausage,
don't bring me patties,

side of pancakes with Nutella,
no syrup.

Bring me hot sauce and ketchup.

Got it. You need some juice?

Do I look like I need juice?

- One water.
- No ice.

I'll bring it out to you.

Looking for sublets?

It's not the personals.

Is there a reason why you're here?

I just thought you might like to talk,
that's all.

About?

It seems that you're in a position where
you're having to make a decision.

There's no decision. It's simple.

I'm not content to stay a lieutenant,
lieutenant.

I know that you are very committed
to your career in the Navy.

But a child won't end all that.

Would it be so bad
if you got to the top

and you had somebody there
to share it with?

I know exactly what I want,
lieutenant,

and I know exactly how to get it.
End of story.

No links. We only have patties.

Sorry for any inconvenience.

- Can I get you anything?
No, I'm good. Thank you.

There's ice in my water.

I'm just saying, Loren,
that a child is a gift.

And you might think really hard
about keeping it.

Petty Officer Marshall,

you are the duty-section leader
for section four.

Have a seat.

We're interested in personnel
who fit a specific profile.

This group in particular.

Unmarried white males,
under the age of 25,

known to go with prostitutes.

Am I allowed to know why, sir?

Not at the moment, petty officer.

We're also interested

in, uh, sailors whose whereabouts
cannot be verified on these dates

between the hours of 2100
and midnight.

I don't know
about the second part, sir.

I mean, these dates, last spring?

It'll be pretty hard to find anybody
who remembers back that far.

Understood,
just do the best you can, all right?

When do you need to know, sir?

Day before yesterday.
That will be all.

Aye, aye, sir.

Let's say we narrow it down
to a dozen or so suspects.

Now, what are we looking for then?

Behaviour patterns.

Anti-social, anti-authoritarian.

Prone to violence
and he drinks heavily at times.

Binge drinking,
but only after the killings.

Definitely not before or during.

He's too meticulous to let himself go

until he's completed every detail
of his fantasy scenario.

Why does he pose them in a chair

where they appear to be looking out
the window at a ship in the harbour?

Maybe he enjoys the idea
that once he's back onboard,

he could see them
or they could see him.

We have to get inside his fantasy.

If we knew why he does it
the way he does,

we'd be a lot closer
to knowing who he is.

Enter.

Good evening. Commander,
we, uh, have narrowed it down

to two suspects
with Petty Officer Marshall's help.

Both are known to
drink heavily on occasion,

have histories of brawling
and come from broken homes.

Petty Officer Lester Petrosky,
he wouldn't be my first choice.

Ugh, I know this one well.
Petty Officer Benjamin Holt,

uncooperative,
not well-suited to the service.

A Ioner. He thinks he's smarter
than everybody else.

He may be right.
Serial killers often exhibit

a higher-than-average intelligence.

We'll need to interview the two of them
when they come off liberty.

You won't have to wait that long
for Petty Officer Holt.

I had him at captain's mast
this morning.

He was drunk onshore,
took a swing at a master-at-arms.

Shore patrol brought him back
to the ship.

He's confined to quarters,
commander.

Yes, sir. I understand my rights.

Look, I, uh, made a mistake, sir.

I admit it.
I had a few too many on liberty.

Well, according to shore patrol

you had a few too many
in your back pocket, petty officer.

You tried to smuggle a flask
aboard ship.

Smuggling liquor is a serious offence,
petty officer.

Why did you need a drink so badly?

I guess maybe I just needed
to blow off steam, ma'am.

Like I said, I made a mistake.

Do you have a girlfriend back home,
petty officer?

Not at the moment, commander.

According to your records,
your father's deceased.

Yes, sir.

Do you stay in touch
with your mother?

I don't see my mother much, sir,
being at sea.

Your father was a sailor,
is that right?

That's correct, ma'am.

Did you see him much growing up?

I think we can pretty much rule out
the Ozzie and Harriet home life

if that's what you're getting at,
ma'am.

Your duty section leader
says you've been known

to favour bars frequented
by prostitutes.

Is that a fair statement?

Personally, I think what happens
between consenting adults

is private, sir.

Where were you the night before last
between the hours of 2100 and 2330?

Club Vesuvio, sir.

It's a watering hole near the port.

I got drunk.

I stayed drunk.

That is why I'm here, right?

Why you two are talking to me,

unless I've misconstrued
our conversation, commander.

That'll be all for now, petty officer.

Oh, one last thing.

Will you consent
to giving a blood sample?

I guess I'd have to know
why you want it, sir,

before I can answer that question.

You gonna court-martial me
over a half a flask of hooch

and a scuffle on the beach, sir?

Well,
I guess I need defence counsel.

You up for the job, ma'am?

So, what do you think?

What do you think, sir?

Well...

I think if we have Interpol
take a picture of Petty Officer Holt

around the Club Vesuvio, and the
hotels where the murders took place,

I think we'll have our man.

He doesn't match up
to one part of the profile, sir.

The way he reacted
to the blood sample.

The man we're looking for
is meticulous.

He didn't leave any DNA
at any crime scene.

There's no reason for him
to be afraid of a blood sample.

Yeah, but would he be sure?

I think he'd be confident.

He'd have anticipated the question
and been prepared for it.

Maybe.

He was hiding something.

I agree with you, commander.

I just don't think we have our man.

Well, if you're right, we're down
to one suspect. Petty Officer Petrosky.

And he's out there right now.

Somewhere.

Tonight we work late, huh?

Unavoidable, inspector.

Commander.

And this is Master Chief Proctor.

Inspector Pietro Gianinni
at your service.

Nice to meet you.

You have not been so lucky, then,
so far, huh?

We have two suspects.
One promising.

I think he may be the killer,
though Commander Manetti disagrees.

A woman's intuition, is it, huh?

Something like that.

The other is on liberty.

The master chief here is the command
master chief aboard the ship.

He's agreed to help us find him. His
name is Petty Officer Lester Petrosky.

I have copies of his service photo.

You can pass those out.

You believe he is perhaps here,
somewhere near the waterfront?

He's around here somewhere.

But I'll tell you one thing.
He's not a murderer.

He's, however, unaccounted for during
the hours the last murder took place.

The master chief agrees that he could
have been with a prostitute at the time.

Which proves nothing, ma'am.

He's a big, tough kid
from West Virginia.

He's not mean
and he wouldn't hurt a woman.

I will have these pictures distributed
in the area.

If he is here, someone will see him.

No doubt we will find him soon.

Oh, we'll find him.

A boy his size can't exactly hide out
in a crowd.

Finish it. Finish it. One last stroke.

Fourteen laps in eight minutes.
You're an aquatic animal, lieutenant.

I've lost a little bit of my kick, ha, ha.

You're gonna pass
your physical-readiness test

with flying colours. Strength training,
flexibility, you got it.

All except one thing, sir.

- What's that?
- Endurance.

I saw plenty of endurance today.

Well, see, that's in the water.

We've already talked about this,
Bud.

You don't have to run
to pass the PRT.

Sir, I'm not interested
in just meeting requirements.

I have to be as good as the next guy.

And the next guy
is gonna be on his feet running.

Your wife will kill me, lieutenant.

I know. She kills me
at least three times a day,

and I'm still standing. Sort of.

All right. All right.
We'll start running around the track.

But we're gonna go slow.

That's a given, sir.

All right, let's go.

You sure we're looking
in the right place, master chief?

He's a country boy.
He doesn't speak a word of Italian.

He won't get far from his buddies
and when I spot one of them...

Is it possible he got
in trouble, ended up in jail?

It's possible.

Do you want me to check that out,
commander?

As soon as you tell me
we've come up dry.

Excuse me, signore,
may I have a word with you?

Who the hell are you?

I am Inspector Gianinni, with Interpol.
I want you to know...

Hey, Lester.

Petrosky!

Petrosky. Halt.

- Petrosky, halt!
- Master chief?

Stand where you are, sailor.

- What's going on, master chief?
You're in trouble, son.

Don't make it any worse.

He's all yours, commander.

Coming.

Hey. Come in.

Mommy, is that the wicked witch?

Sweetie, can you just wait for me
in your room?

- Okay.
Thank you.

We were just watching
The Wizard of Oz.

It's not important.
I'll get you some tea.

Oh, I won't be staying that long.

I just came to ask you a question.

Okay.

Why do you care what I do
or don't do?

We're not friends,
so you don't even like me.

I think that's a bit strong.

Although, not totally off base.

Loren, I know what it's like
to lose a child.

This is different.

You want children.

And maybe you think you don't.

Giving up this child

might be the easiest thing
in the world right now.

But sometimes it's not what you do
that's hard,

it's living with it afterwards.
It's living with it forever.

And things change, Loren.

Not necessarily for the better.

I mean, look at you.
Your husband's crippled.

And I am there for him.

Just like he is there for me.

Uh-huh.

Look, there's another reason I came.
To say goodbye.

Oh.

I'm taking 30-days leave
to sort things out.

Well, I'm really glad you came by.

Take care.

You too.

Did you enjoy your liberty,
petty officer?

Well, what do you mean, sir?

Did you have any fun, petty officer,
with women?

Why are you asking me this,
ma'am?

Just answer the question.

I was with a woman tonight.

Is there something wrong with that,
sir?

I mean, I paid her
just like you're supposed to.

- Tonight?
Yes, ma'am.

What about Tuesday night?

I don't know. I was drunk.

What happened before you got drunk,
petty officer?

Before? Uh...

Nothing, uh, I started drinking
as soon as I got there.

Go on.

Well, I didn't know what kind of place
it was. And my buddies told me...

They said, "Take her. She likes you."
But I didn't know...

If I hadn't been so drunk,

it never would have happened
in the first place.

It wasn't my fault.

What are you saying,
petty officer?

That you didn't mean it
to end up the way it did?

Of course not.

I'm not like that, I swear.
It was disgusting. I didn't...

Is that why you cleaned her up
afterwards?

Her?

It wasn't a her, sir.

I'm sorry I beat him up.

But what he did to me, that wasn't
right, pretending to be a girl and all.

You were with a transvestite
on Tuesday night?

Yes, sir.

You should have seen her, sir.

You could have knocked me back
with a lick of spit.

And then I just went crazy
when I found out.

I took off
before any police showed up.

Your alibi doesn't pan out,
petty officer.

The bartender at the Club Vesuvio
doesn't remember seeing you

until after midnight.

He was busy slinging drinks, sir.

I was at back table.

We tracked down the other sailors
in your section.

They say you all went into town
together,

but you took off, disappeared.

Until you showed up at the club
at 0015.

They remember wrong, ma'am.

Yeah, well, sooner or later
we're gonna find the one witness

who remembers seeing you leave
with the girl.

If I talk, will it make any difference?

You mean could you use it
as mitigation before the court?

Yes. It might help.

It was crazy.

I just...

I just kind of snapped.

I swear I've never done anything
like this before.

What happened?

She was pretty.

She smiled at me.
I thought she liked me.

So I waited till the place closed.

I followed her into the alley.

I tried to talk to her.

She just started slapping at me.

I was angry.
I know that's no excuse.

And then things got out of hand.

What did you do exactly?

You know how it goes, sir.

I thought she wanted it.

You raped her?

Yes, sir.

What I'm trying to say
is that I didn't mean to force the issue.

I just figured she liked it
a little rough.

Who was this girl?

A waitress, at this café.

I'm ashamed of what I've done, sir.

Was she alive when you left?

Yes, sir.

I don't know what you're talking about,
sir.

I didn't kill her. I didn't kill anyone.

Yasmin, this is Commander Rabb

and Commander Manetti
of the United States Navy.

Hello.

Yasmin has confirmed
Benjamin Holt's story.

She was at first afraid
to report the rape.

My parents,
they would not understand, I thought.

She has now made a formal complaint.
Her mother supports her in this.

We are so sorry this has happened.

You've done the right thing,
Yasmin.

Petty Officer Holt's
admitted his guilt

and the Navy will ship him home
and he will be punished.

Yes.

We first need you
to confirm the identification, though.

- Will I have to see him again?
We're afraid so.

Just for a moment.

Yes. That is him.

The profiling didn't work, sir.

Don't beat yourself up about it,
Tracy.

Your profile was correct.
Petty Officer Holt is not the serial killer.

But somebody is
and he's still on that ship.

This is what I've been afraid of, sir.

The Gillcrist gets underway
in seven hours, four women are dead

and we're no closer to the murderer
than we were when we started.

I'm taking Yasmin home now.

Are there any other leads?

Not at this time.

I see.

- And the ship, its next port of call?
- Monaco.

GIANINNI; I will notify our
Interpol office in Monte Carlo.

I fear
I will have to see you there again.

If we have to.

Goodbye.

It has been my pleasure,
commander.

So tell me, commander,

what compelled you
to take a course in profiling?

I took the course because
I owed something to the dead.

I was a public defender
right out of law school.

One of my cases
was John Wesley Kemper.

He killed 29 women but was arrested
for only three of them.

That didn't keep him
from telling me about them all.

He relished my horror.

- Enjoyed my disgust.
- Yeah, I remember him.

He showed the authorities
where the bodies were buried.

Did you convince him to do that?

In return for no death penalty
and certain privileges in prison.

In short, I made a deal for the devil

and made sure that the rest of his life
was as comfortable as possible.

Well, as his attorney,
that was your job.

Then I joined up.

My daddy had served. I wanted to.

And after Kemper, I needed to.
When the Navy started sending people

to the FBI's Behavioural Sciences
course, I applied.

To repay the dead.

Commander Rabb.

- Commander Manetti.
- Petty officer.

- Taking a little liberty yourself, huh?
- Yes, sir.

We appreciate all your hard work,
petty officer.

Certainly. Did you find
what you were looking for?

We're still looking.

If I can be of any more assistance,
sir...

Of course, we are shipping out soon.

It looks like somebody's worried

that you're squandering your liberty
talking to us, petty officer.

We were just married this year.

Ellen tries to meet me
in as many liberty ports as she can.

I guess Naples is a popular spot.

Ellen and the other
guys' wives got together.

They're, uh, touring around the Med
while our ship's on deployment.

I think it's best you deploy
back to your wife, petty officer.

Looks like she wants
a long goodbye.

Yes, ma'am. Commander Rabb.

- Commander Manetti.
- Petty officer.

Bye, honey.
Have fun.

Be good.

Be good.

What is it, sir?

What if the profiling did work,
after all?

But it didn't, sir.

Oh, we made an assumption,
commander.

We assumed the killer was
onboard ship when she made port.

What if he wasn't?

What if he just met the ship
at every port?

It shouldn't be too hard to find
a dependent who came to every city.

Come on, commander. This guy
hasn't gotten away from us yet.

Skipper, we'll need to interview
some other crew members,

specifically those who have had
dependents meet the ship

at the last four ports of call.

We have verified the whereabouts
of every other member

of Duty Section 4.
All are accounted for.

Affirmative, commander.
We eliminated the sailors,

but not their dependents.

The profile indicated that we're looking
for a young white male.

We may be off in the assumption
that he was onboard the ship.

We now believe
it's either a spouse or a boyfriend,

anyone who met the ship on the dates
the murders were committed.

According to your records,
there are 25 female sailors onboard.

That narrows it down.

What is it, captain?

You forgot about me, commander.

There are 26 female sailors
aboard this ship.

But we checked your file,
commander.

Your husband died some years ago
if I'm not mistaken.

- Have you remarried?
- No. No, I'm a widow.

But I have a stepson, Peter,
from my husband's first marriage.

Um...

Peter has had some problems
in the past with anger.

Violent behaviour.
But he's had treatment.

He's gotten his life together.

He's visited you,
met the ship while it was in port?

He's studying in Europe.

He called me in Barcelona
the day we arrived.

He wanted to see me.

I didn't...

I didn't really have
that much time for him right then.

He was angry, but...

Do you think it's possible
he visited the other ports?

It's possible.

I know one way to find out.

He said he'd run out of money

and asked me if I could give him
one of my credit cards.

You think he's capable of this?

He's had the best therapy
and treatment I could afford.

I'm afraid your profile
may not be that off at all.

Peter Waller?
- Yes?

I'm Commander Rabb, Peter.

This is Lieutenant Commander
Manetti.

If you're looking for my stepmother,
she's aboard the Gillcrist.

Actually, we wanted to talk to you,
Peter.

- May we come in?
- Why?

Excuse me. Why not?

Tell me what's this about?

We're with the Judge Advocate
General's office in Washington, Peter.

Am I missing something?

I'm not in the Navy.

Is Amanda in some sort of trouble?

Peter, the Navy believes that a sailor
under your mother's command

has been murdering women
in the ports of call

the Gillcrist has visited.

Really?

She never mentioned that to me.

Isn't that surprising?

Not really. She and I don't usually
pick up the phone to chat.

You spoke to her
in Barcelona, Peter.

But not in Marseilles or Naples,
though you were there.

We checked the credit-card records.

I like to travel. She pays for it.

We've drawn up a profile of the killer.
Would you like to hear it?

Sure.

He's smart,
but not as smart as he thinks he is.

- Most people aren't.
He thinks he's good-Iooking

but women don't find him attractive.
They're not interested in him.

Is that why he kills them?

It's not quite that simple, Peter.

We don't know why, but he's done it
four times and he's gotten good at it.

He knows and takes what he needs
with him everywhere:

Ropes to tie them up with,
gloves, cleaning supplies.

His murder kit.

He's not really a sailor, though,
is he, Peter?

- How would I know?
- But he's got a uniform, doesn't he?

Looks like you're getting ready
to check out.

Mind if I take a look
through your luggage?

You got a search warrant?

Well, Peter, actually, I don't need one.
We're not in the United States.

And the room is registered
in your mother's name.

She's given her consent.

I'll kill her.

You okay?

Better call Inspector Gianinni.

Woman lost her husband.
Now her stepson.

Thank you, commander.

I don't know how you
could get past something like this.

Well, I don't know
if you ever get past it.

The skipper has 360 men and women
looking to her for leadership.

She'll rise to the challenge.
Duty requires it.

All engines ahead one-third.

Right standard rudder.

All engines ahead one-third,
right standard rudder. Aye.

Steady up on new course,
273 degrees.