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Come on.

Right over here.

Ugh! It stinks.

Don't worry, this'll
smell a lot better.

What if we get caught?

By who? There's got
to be a security guard

around here somewhere.

Where do you
think I got this from?

All aboard.

Hey, you don't even
know whose that is.

So? We're not going
to take it anywhere,

we're just going to
hang out and relax.

What?! I saw a huge rat.

So, get on the boat; they
can't cross over water.

Ah! There's another one.

Ew, I'm so out of here.

Come on, Mia, you
got to be kidding me.

Buh-bye!

You're not even
going the right way!

Ah! Tim!

Geez, like you never
seen a rat before.

Whoa. She alive?

I don't think so.

Well, get your cell
phone; we have to call 911.

Mia, I...

What?

I don't think it's
going to do any good.

You're both aware
of the brutal murder

of a naval officer in
Norfolk last week?

Well, this is the victim.

Ensign Monica De La Torre.

Recent graduate of
the Academy last spring.

Eyewitness accounts and DNA
results, um, led the Norfolk PD

directly to a Petty
Officer Luis Cumpiano.

Well, sir, if the
Commonwealth Attorney's Office

brought the charges then...

Since this involves

the murder of a naval officer
allegedly by an enlisted seaman,

Navy's been granted
primary jurisdiction.

Petty Officer Cumpiano give
a statement to the police, sir?

Well, if you want
to call it that.

Apparently, he was involved
in some sort of initiation

the night of the murder.

Shipmates called
it the Tequila Bowl.

Claims a fuzzy memory, sir?

He insists he has

no recollection of anything

from the time he
took his first shot

till his shipmates
found him passed out

on the ship the next morning.

Any clue as to motive, sir?

He's been charged
with attempted rape,

as well as murder.

Commander, you'll
handle the prosecution.

Colonel, you'll defend.

Uh, Admiral, given
the circumstances,

wouldn't the defendant feel more
comfortable with a male attorney

handling his case?

MacKENZIE: Well, if I was a man

accused of attempted
rape and murder,

not only would I be fine
with a female attorney,

I'd insist on it.

All right, then.

Enter.

Excuse me, sir.
Dr. Cavanaugh called

and asked if you'd call her back

as soon as possible.
It sounds important.

Thank you. Would you

like me to get her
on the line, sir?

No.

The, uh...

Norfolk police chief

is well acquainted with
Article 32 proceedings,

and he's assured
me that his detectives

will cooperate in
any way they can.

That'll be all.

Aye, aye, sir. Aye, aye, sir.

Luis,

it's going to be all right.

Morning, ma'am.

Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

Chaplain Oliver Stephens.
Nice to meet you, Colonel.

You, too.

Colonel, I've worked closely
with Petty Officer Cumpiano

for three years, so if
there's anything I can do...

Well, thank you. I may need
character witnesses later,

but right now,
it's probably best

if I speak to the
petty officer alone.

Oh, of course.

Don't worry, Luis.

The Lord is watching over you.

Chaplain. Thank you, sir.

Must be nice to have
people who believe in you.

Yes, ma'am.

It is.

Are they right to?

Absolutely, ma'am.

I know I would never rape

or murder anyone.

Well, according to your
shipmates, drinking alcohol

was also something
you never did.

I'm an alcoholic, ma'am.

I had two-and-a-half
years sober...

before the other night.

So what happened?

I told the guys I
didn't want to have

anything to do with
the Tequila Bowl,

but they wouldn't
take no for an answer.

I thought I could
have one drink, ma'am.

One drink's too many
and 400 ain't enough.

I should've known that, ma'am.

But I do know this:
I didn't kill anyone.

How can you be sure

when you don't remember
anything from that night?

Because I know who I am, ma'am.

And no amount of
alcohol can change that.

Were you attracted
to Ensign De La Torre?

I'm married, Colonel.

My wife is pregnant.

Doesn't answer my question.

Ensign De La Torre was
a good officer, ma'am,

and a good person.

I would never have
done anything to hurt her.

MacKENZIE: Sergeant?

Colonel, do you have a moment?

Of course, Chaplain.

Colonel, I know how this looks,

but I can assure you

that Petty Officer
Cumpiano is not capable

of what he's been accused.

You'd be surprised
what alcohol can make

a person do, Chaplain.

Oh, I doubt that, Colonel.

I've been in
recovery for 17 years.

In fact, that's how I
know the petty officer.

He's one of the leaders
in the recovery group

I've organized here on the base.

And you still don't
think he's capable?

Colonel, he's an alcoholic.

He's not a murderer.

And they may not
be mutually exclusive,

but they're certainly
not the same thing.

I'm in recovery
myself, Chaplain.

Five years and ten months.

Oh.

Well, then I assume I've
been preaching to the choir.

I'll keep an open mind,
if that's what you mean.

Thank you. That's
all one can ask.

Few months ago,

the Navy received a tip

on the fraud hotline,
accusing a commander

of a SEAL team training
unit in counterterrorism

with misappropriation of funds.

I would think that's
the type of misconduct

best handled under NJP
at the command level, sir.

Commander Michael Rainer...

Accused of fraud against
the United States and larceny.

Man's a Gulf War hero, sir.

Doesn't sound like the
embezzling type, Admiral.

Don't prejudge your
client, Lieutenant.

My client, sir?

Commander, you'll prosecute.
- Yes, sir.

Any chance this is just
another bookkeeping error?

Yeah, sure the hell hope so.

I mean, personal feelings aside,

uh, given what's
going on in the world,

the SEALs are the last unit I
want to see with a black eye.

Why do you think it
was attempted rape?

Victim's shirt was torn.

Cabby that dropped him off

said Cumpiano winked at
him when he got out of the cab.

It was pretty clear
what was on his mind.

Those are kind of flimsy facts

to base an attempted
rape charge,

especially since the victim was
found fully clothed, Detective.

My guess, the
whole thing started

with him trying to cop a feel.

The ensign got angry,

which, in turn, got
your petty officer angry,

next thing you know,
he's forcing himself on her.

Well, this isn't exactly
the safest place to be,

especially at 1:00
in the morning.

How can you be sure
it was the petty officer

and not someone else?

Well, the victim was found
with cash and credit cards

on her person.

Cumpiano's jacket
was found nearby.

Next morning, when base
security brought him in,

he had scratches on his arm.

His DNA matched the skin

from underneath the
victim's fingernails.

I wish all my cases
were this easy.

How'd they end up down
here in the first place,

do you know?

Well, the cabby said

Cumpiano was trying to
get him back on the base,

but he insisted on coming here.

Said he wanted to swim back.

Swim?

Guy was wasted;
what do you expect?

How did he get back to the base?

I don't really know.

Well, maybe he did swim.

I wish he had.

Would've saved us a
great deal of trouble.

You buying this lapse in memory?

I don't really give a damn
one way or the other.

He did the crime,

and now he's going
to have to pay for it.

I don't operate my command

to please the damn paper pushers

and bean counters
in the Pentagon.

Well, with all due respect,
sir, it's not paper or beans

that you've been
accused of stealing.

Lieutenant, I have a
degree from the Academy,

I speak three languages,

and I have five years
command experience.

If I wanted money, I
wouldn't steal it from the Navy,

I'd retire from it.

But the missing funds

were traced to transactions
under your control, sir.

If you didn't steal the
money, then who did?

No one, Lieutenant.

It was used to buy smoke
and flash-bang grenades.

We go through them like toilet
paper here in CQB training.

Well... sir...

if you used the money for a
legitimate training purpose...

Mix up with supply, Lieutenant.

The extra ordinance got
put to use before I had

a chance to enter
it into inventory.

Lieutenant, I have canceled
checks, purchase orders,

shipping receipts for
everything I bought.

Yeah, but they don't
match the records produced

by the company you claimed
to have done business with.

Well, so it's their paperwork
that's in error, not mine.

Commander, we can't go
into an Article 32 with it being...

I'm not a forger.
I'm not a thief.

Here, you better put those on.

Clear one!

Clear two!

Exercise complete.

Two hostages secured, sir.

Carry on, Chief.

Aye, aye, sir.

Were you using
real bullets, sir?

We train like we
fight, Lieutenant.

Which is why we spend
more on live ammo in one day

than most units do in a year.

But, sir...

Lieutenant, I've
sacrificed my health,

two marriages, and three kids
I hardly ever see for the Navy.

This job is my life.

Certainly wouldn't
jeopardize that for $22,000.

I understand, sir.

Do you, Lieutenant?

So then, do something.

Mrs. Cumpiano, this
might take some time.

He could be released to his CO.

Your husband was charged

with the murder
of a naval officer.

He won't be released
until he's exonerated.

Luis did not kill that woman.

Elisa, come on.

Why don't you let
me take you home?

Luis's shipmates forced
him to go to that bar.

They forced him to get drunk.

She was probably
going to report them.

They beat her up so that
they wouldn't get in trouble.

His shipmates remained
at the bar until closing,

Mrs. Cumpiano.

Whoever did this was...

I just told you who did it.

Elisa.

What?

How can she defend him
if she thinks he's guilty?

I didn't say he was guilty.

Luis won't even talk
bad about someone,

much less try to hurt them.

Or try to rape them.

He didn't do this, Colonel.

Please... you have to know that.

Give me a break, Mac.

Of course a wife is going
to defend her husband.

No, this isn't about a wife
defending her husband, Harm.

This is about me telling you
that alcohol impairs judgment.

It lowers inhibitions.

It does not transform
a person's personality.

Maybe she doesn't
know him as well

as she thinks she does.

She certainly
wouldn't be the first.

It's not just his wife, Harm.

The chaplain, his shipmates,

even his commanding
officer can't believe he did it.

They will when they
see all the evidence.

You don't think it's possible

that the police
jumped the gun...

They went for the easy mark

instead of looking at all
the possible suspects?

Like who?

The Colombian drug lords,
the-the man on the grassy knoll?

Drugs are sold on that
pier. You never know.

The only drug that contributed

to Ensign De La
Torre's death is alcohol.

Now, I would advise
your client to plead

to unpremeditated murder.

We'll drop the
attempted rape charge.

You can argue
diminished capacity

at the sentencing phase.

Otherwise, I'm asking for
capital aggravating factors,

and I'll get them.

He may not get the needle, Mac,

but he'll definitely
die in Leavenworth.

I agree with the rest
of the guys, ma'am.

He was definitely a little
out of control, but murder?

I just don't see it. You
see anyone else that night

that looked suspicious
or might have followed

the petty officer or
Ensign De La Torre

when they left the bar?

No more than normal, ma'am.

What do you mean?

Ensign De La Torre could
attract a lot of attention, ma'am,

especially when she
was out of uniform.

You mean from men? Yes, ma'am.

She didn't exactly look like
your normal naval officer,

and she really wasn't
stuck up or anything, either.

Is it naval officers
you normally assume

to be stuck up or
attractive women?

To be honest, ma'am, both.

No offense.

None taken.

If you don't mind
my asking, ma'am,

how's Petty Officer Cumpiano's
wife handling all this?

Why do you ask?

You know, it's
just, he didn't even

want her to know he
was going to a bar.

Now, well...

Does the petty officer often
hide things from his wife?

No, ma'am. In fact,
I'd say she had him

pretty well wrapped
around her finger.

How did he feel about that?

Well, I guess he was
fine with it, ma'am,

or he wouldn't have married her.

Some guys like that, you know?

Like what?

Well, having their old lady

order them around,
ma'am, act like their mother.

That's why they
were still living

in her mom's place...
She made him do it,

so they could save up some money
for a down payment on a house.

She made him?

You ever met her, Colonel?

Yes, I have. Well, then you know

what she's like, ma'am.

I can see her busting
someone upside the head

a whole lot easier
than I can see

Petty Officer Cumpiano doing it.

Coop wouldn't hurt a fly.

I've been a supply officer
for eight years, Commander.

I've seen all sorts of scams.

How would you rate this one?

If that's what it is.

Well, for efficiency,
I'd give it an A-plus.

I'd also give Commander
Rainer high marks

for subtlety and
transparency, too.

Not so transparent

that the matter
didn't come to light.

Well, true enough, Commander.

The audit revealed
inconsistencies

between purchase
orders for munitions

and the actual
firecrackers on the shelf.

If Commander
Rainer was responsible

for the fraud,
how'd he pull it off?

He submitted false
purchase orders to accounting

for grenades and munitions.

They cut him checks
for the specified amounts,

but instead of forwarding
those checks to the vendors,

Commander Rainer simply
forged an endorsement

and cashed them himself.

And no one noticed?

The banks never
raised a red flag?

The-the vendor
didn't ask questions?

The checks never
bounced, Commander.

We're talking Uncle Sam,

and if the vendors never
received the paperwork,

who's to know?

Only Commander Rainer.

And whoever made the call

to the fraud hotline.

You wouldn't have
had anything to do

with that, would you
have, Commander?

Calls to the hotline
are anonymous.

You know that, Lieutenant.

Anyone in my office
could've stumbled onto this.

It just took a diligent review
of the inventory records.

Or somebody with an ax to
grind with Commander Rainer.

I think we're straying from
the subject, Lieutenant.

A SEAL team's supply budget
is considerable, Commander.

How can you be certain

that this wasn't just another
bookkeeping mistake?

We cross-checked
the transactions

with the vendors and the banks.

This wasn't just
sloppy bookkeeping, sir.

It was fraud.

Thank you, Commander.

Commander, do you have

any direct evidence
linking Commander Rainer

to these questionable
transactions?

The transactions aren't
questionable, Lieutenant.

They're illegal.

Thank you for pointing
out my mistake, sir.

Now, if you don't mind, could
you answer my question?

We don't have any eyewitnesses,
if that's what you mean.

Were you able to match any
of the transactions to deposits

in Commander Rainer's
personal account, sir?

No.

Any unusual purchases, sir?

No, but... Were any experts

able to match his handwriting
to any of the allegedly

forged endorsements?

No.

So isn't it possible, sir,

that Commander Rainer
actually sent the checks

to the vendor and somebody
there stole the money?

Davenport Industries
has no record of receiving

the checks, nor of
shipping the munitions,

which Commander
Rainer claims he received.

Still, it seems like a
process of elimination

that led you to
Commander Rainer,

not direct evidence.

If you mean, do
we have a videotape

of him cashing the checks,

the answer is no.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant, you have a dog,

and you come home and find
a yellow stain on your carpet,

just because you
didn't see him do it...

Thank you, sir.

Nothing further.

Make sure this gets
to the SECNAV's office

before end of business today.

Yes, sir. And, sir,
the stationery store

called about the invitations.

Mm. I'll handle them.

They need to know
exactly how many...

Said I'll handle it.

Is something wrong, sir?

No.

It's just that, um,

well, I shouldn't have put
all this on you to begin with.

I-It's no problem,
sir. In any event,

from now on, I'll be handling
all my personal business,

well, uh, personally.

But, sir, I...

I have a meeting on the Hill.

If you need me, I have my cell.

Yes, sir.

Detective, if I'm gonna

put you on the stand,

I need to know
there'll be no surprises.

Commander, I've
testified before.

I believe I know the drill.

Well, so does Colonel
MacKenzie, believe me.

If there are any
holes, she'll find them.

She can look anywhere she wants.

There were no other suspects.
What about boyfriends,

ex-boyfriends,
wanna-be boyfriends?

By all accounts,

the victim was totally
focused on her job

and had neither the time

nor the inclination to date.

And none of those
regular lowlifes

hanging out at that shack
saw anything out of the ordinary,

or left their clothes and
DNA at the crime scene.

Have there been other attacks

near the pier?

What do you mean?

Have other women been
murdered in the area?

There was one, but
that was over a year ago,

and it was totally
different circumstances.

Was an arrest made?

No.

Well, how was she murdered?

She was strangled.

How is that different?

She was a local,

with a drug history.

We figure she...
tried to make a buy

and got into a beef
with somebody.

Same thing could've happened

with Ensign De
La Torre, Detective.

She doesn't have
any history of drug use.

Well, she might've
seen something.

Look, I understand
what you're trying to do,

but you're gonna
have to be reasonable.

There's no way
you're gonna rule out

everybody on the planet.

I realize that, but it would
be nice to at least rule out

the ones who have actually
strangled women on the pier.

Easy around the corner here.

Commander, I got to go to work.

Tell you what, you do your job,

and let me worry about mine.

Sir, I believe that either
you are a forger and a thief,

or you know the person who is.

How do you expect me to
respond to that, Lieutenant?

With the truth, sir.

I already told you the truth.

I don't believe you have, sir.

Now, that's
certainly your choice,

but I got to tell you, legally,

we're pretty much
dead in the water.

Now, if you plead guilty
and accept restitution,

I can probably get them
to agree to dismissal

with loss of benefits
but no confinement.

If not...

you're looking at, minimum,

three to five years hard labor.

I didn't steal that money.

Commander, this
is not the time...

I'm not finished, Lieutenant.

I admit to forging the paperwork

and cashing the checks,

but I didn't steal the money.

It was used to procure
an experimental ordinance

which, for national
security reasons,

I'm not at liberty to discuss.

That sounds kind of like "the
dog ate my homework," sir.

It's the truth. I thought the
first story was the truth, sir.

I'm sorry, sir, I... I
guess I should move

to have the hearing closed

so the classified
records can be admitted.

There are no records.

Sir, I'm not as gullible
as it may seem,

and I can guarantee you,
neither is Commander Turner.

Lieutenant... Commander,

please... do you think
anyone's gonna believe

that you stole this money
for some sort of top secret...

That's exactly what
I did, Lieutenant...

and I can prove it.

You uncover anything you
feel the police overlooked yet?

Why do you ask?

A woman was murdered
on that pier about a year ago.

Did they have a suspect?

Nope.

They're not gonna try
to connect Cumpiano

to this killing, too, are they?

They can't... Cumpiano
was aboard the USS Randall

in the Arabian Sea at the time.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, it's the prosecutor's
duty to disclose

exculpatory evidence.

You think it could
be the same guy

who killed Ensign De La Torre?

I don't know.

Sir, I have a message for
both you and the colonel.

What is it, Jennifer?
The Norfolk brig

just called and
asked that I convey

the message as soon as possible.

Please tell me Cumpiano
didn't try to escape.

He didn't attempt an escape,
ma'am... he confessed.

MacKENZIE: Marine guard
was standing outside the hatch.

Claims he heard you admit
you killed Ensign De La Torre.

Is that true, petty officer?

I feel sick all the time, ma'am.

I can't eat.

All I think about is her body

on that pier.

So you were lying when you said

you couldn't remember anything.

No.

But you remember now.

No, I don't.

They why would you confess?

I don't understand.

Chaplain Stephens
came to visit me.

We prayed together.

He kept saying, all I
had to do to be forgiven

was beg for the Lord's mercy.

I was there.

I have scratches on my arms.

If it wasn't me,

then who could it be?

Any number of people.

You weren't the only
person on the pier that night.

They found my skin
under her fingernails.

You were drunk, Petty
Officer, not possessed.

Look at me.

Do you have any
memory whatsoever

of hurting or attempting to
hurt Ensign De La Torre?

No.

Over there.

M-83s? White Smoke?

No, behind that.

Watch out.

Russian? Sir, I
don't understand.

Remember the terrorist attack

at the Moscow theater?

The one where all the
hostages were killed

by the knockout gas
during the rescue attempt?

That's only 'cause
they did it on the cheap.

They didn't bring
enough antidote on site.

That's the antidote.

No, this is the gas, in
standard tear gas canisters.

Those are pressurized tanks

designed to disperse
the compound

via a building's
ventilation system.

And that's 1,000
vials of the antidote.

I got it all from a contact
in Spetsgruppa Alfa.

Uh, who, sir? That's the Russian

special forces
counter-terror unit.

But how...

He stole it.

So you're telling me, sir,
that you embezzled the money

to buy stolen weapons

on the Russian black market.

I didn't buy them, Lieutenant.

The U.S. Navy did.

Sir, you do realize that these

can technically be
considered chemical weapons.

Why do you think I paid in cash?

Night, Coates.

Sir, the stationary
store called again,

as well as Dr. Cavanaugh.

Mm, well, I'll take care of it.

Would you like me

to get her on the line, sir?

Uh, that won't be necessary.

Sir, she seems very
interested in speaking with you.

Petty Officer, I...

I guess I didn't make
myself clear before.

Your business is navy business,

and my business is my business.

But, sir... Stay
out of it, Coates!

That's an order!

And a, um... personal request.

Aye, aye, sir.

He was depressed.

He was practically inconsolable.

I thought prayer would
bring him some comfort.

Not much comfort
in a life sentence

without the
possibility of parole.

Confidential communications

between a chaplain and a
service member are privileged.

That privilege is
unclear when the suspect

professes his guilt
loud enough to be heard

by a Marine guard standing
outside a fully-secured hatch.

Luis was understandably

emotional, there was
nothing... Which is exactly why

you shouldn't have initiated
the conversation to begin with.

It wasn't a conversation,
Colonel, it was a prayer,

for forgiveness.

Now I respect what
you're trying to do for Luis,

but this isn't just about
winning or losing to me.

It's about a man's salvation.

What makes you so sure
it isn't his wife's salvation

you should be worried about?

What? Have you discussed

her need for forgiveness?

What are you saying?

You think Elisa had
something to do with this?

I checked the petty
officer's cell phone records.

His wife called him
the night of the murder.

So the woman tried

to call her husband.

What is wrong with that?

Would you describe
Elisa Cumpiano

as a jealous woman?

Unusually controlling?

Colonel, I'm not going

to dignify that question
with a response.

Is that because the
answer would be yes?

You know, I've heard about
men who blame women

for the violence
committed against them,

but I never thought I'd
hear another woman do it.

Elisa wasn't the one
who was attacked.

Yes, she was, Colonel, by you.

Just now.

What's going on, Lieutenant?

I thought you might want

to see this for
yourself in person, sir.

These documents prove
that Commander Rainer

did exactly what he said
he did with the money, sir.

They're in Russian.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Lieutenant.

Your client's already
accused of fraud.

You really think he's
going to help himself

with another stack
of forged documents?

They're not forgeries,
Commander.

And I can prove that, as well.

What is all this?

Russian-made tear gas canisters,

filled with a derivative
of fentanyl, an odorless,

colorless general
anesthesia inhalant.

These steel tanks contain
the same narcotic gas,

and that is 1,000 doses

of fast-acting antidote, sir.

Uh, don't worry...
They're still in

the original packing
material and perfectly safe.

This is the stuff the Russians
used at the Moscow theater?

Yes, sir.

He said he bought smoke
and flashbang grenades

from Davenport Industries
in Hartford, Connecticut.

Well, the documents
list that the purchases

were for non-lethal munitions

designed for close
quarters combat

and hostage rescue operations.

Now, due to national
security reasons,

my client felt that it was
necessary to disguise

the true origin
of the munitions.

I take it you want the
larceny charge dropped

in exchange for a
guilty plea on the fraud.

Commander Rainer isn't
interested in a plea, sir.

Can I assume that
he's also not interested

in the charge of illegal
weapons trafficking?

You can.

Then what does he want?

He wants to testify, sir.

Lieutenant, if your client
wants to come forward

in a bid for leniency, he
can do it at sentencing.

He's not looking
for leniency, sir.

Why not?

He doesn't believe that
he's done anything wrong, sir.

We need to talk.

Can't wait till tomorrow?

No, it can't.

Okay. Hold on.

Preparing subpoenas
for more phone records?

Should I be?

Mac, take the deal.
Your client confessed.

He was confused, Harm.

He didn't know what
he was talking about.

Not to mention the fact that
it's completely inadmissible.

Oh, and a totally
unsubstantiated

allegation against his wife

will be admitted?

A woman goes for a midnight
stroll with a married man

and you think his wife
shouldn't be a suspect?

Aside from the phone call,

do you have any actual
evidence she was involved,

let alone left the
house that night,

or made it all the
way to the docks?

Then you shouldn't be worried
about anything, should you?

It's not the case

I'm worried about, Mac.

I am worried about you.

Please.

Look, Cumpiano

clearly would never
have committed murder

without being under
the influence of alcohol,

and that scares you.

The only thing that
scares me is the possibility

that an innocent man might spend

the rest of his life in prison.

Mac, just because his wife
is overbearing and controlling

doesn't make her a murderer.

That's true.

But the fact that
she's immature,

insecure and
impulsive just might.

You're not helping anybody, Mac,

by allowing your past
to cloud your judgment,

especially your client.

Harm, what I've
learned from my past

is that alcohol doesn't
change your true nature,

it only makes it harder for you

to control the one
that you already have.

Yeah, well sometimes
a person's true nature

is buried so deep that
they never understand it.

MacKENZIE: Excuse
me, Marcie Jones?

Yes?

Hi, I'm Lieutenant
Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.

I called earlier about
the De La Torre case.

Oh, right, um, I have
the reports right here.

This is it?

Yeah.

We did the DNA
typing on the victim's

fingernail scrapings
and the blood found

on her clothes.

Yeah, which was all her own.

Correct.

Was there anything else
that seemed unusual?

I didn't say anything
was unusual, Colonel.

Wouldn't you expect to
find more physical evidence

from the accused in
an attack this severe?

Not necessarily.

Are you sure there wasn't

anything else... A
partial fingerprint,

a loose thread, a hair...

The only hair
found on the victim

matched her roommate's
in length and color,

and there wasn't a follicle.

Unlikely it came
out during a struggle.

Is there any way to tell

if that was from a
pregnant woman?

Not really.

If you had a specific
person in mind,

you might be able to do a hair

or mitochondrial DNA
match, but we'd need a sample

to match it to.

What about a tox screen?

If the woman were
taking prenatal vitamins,

wouldn't that show up?

Maybe, but you'd need a lot more

than a single strand
to do a tox screen.

Sorry.

You wouldn't happen to have

a discarded tox
screen lying around,

one that I could take with me?

Humor me.

If the hatch was
closed, how is it

you were able to hear
the confession so clearly?

They were talking loudly, sir.

They were both pretty emotional.

So, what exactly did
the petty officer say?

He said, "I did
it. I killed her."

And then he kept saying
he was sorry, over and over.

Were you able to
hear the chaplain's side

of this conversation?

Yes, sir.

He kept telling the
petty officer that the Lord

would have mercy on him,
no matter what happened,

and that Ensign De La Torre
was in a better place now.

He said that God had been
behind that shack that night,

that God saw everything.

What... say that again.

That God had taken her soul,

and she wouldn't be suffering...

No, no, no, no, about the shack.

He said that God had
been behind the shack.

He kept saying,
"God saw everything."

Commander, have you
ever stolen from or defrauded

the United States in any way?

Absolutely not.

I entered into a classified
procurement agreement

without proper authorization
from my chain of command,

but I got exactly
what I paid for.

The material was
stored in a navy armory,

so, no, I don't see how I
defrauded the government.

Are you familiar with the
Chemical Weapons Convention,

entered into and signed by
the United States government

on April 29, 1997?

Yes, of course.

Well, wouldn't the purchase
of tear gas canisters

filled with a toxic nerve
agent violate that agreement?

Lieutenant, all members of
the armed services are obligated

to disobey an order which
they know to be unlawful.

I believe I had a similar duty

to disregard a law that
I knew to be counter

to the safety and security
of the United States.

If my men could rescue hostages

without firing
a single bullet...

Which is absolutely possible

if this knockout gas
is used properly...

Then it would not
only be unlawful

but immoral for
them not to do so

and for me not to
do everything I could

to make that possible.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing further.

Commander, did you ever make

an official request to
acquire the knockout gas?

Well, I knew what
the answer would be.

I'll take that as a "no."

Do you believe that
the chain of command

cared less about
human life than you?

They don't have to deal with
the same realities, Commander.

It's my men who will be
the first through that door.

Commander, even
if the use of this gas

saved a few lives
during a hostage crisis,

doesn't undermining
the Geneva Protocol

open the door to a chemical
weapons proliferation

that would endanger
the lives of thousands...

Maybe millions more...
Innocent civilians?

People's lives are endangered

by other people, not
stockpiled weapons.

I'm not sure the
thousands of Iraqi Kurds

gassed by Saddam
Hussein would agree.

I found myself faced

with a choice, Commander.
I could carry out

the mission assigned
to me by killing people

or by rendering
them unconscious.

I chose the latter.

If that makes me unfit
for military service,

then so be it.

I'm afraid it does, Commander.

Objection. Sustained.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Elisa...

You couldn't get my husband
out of jail, so you figured

you'd put me in?

You really want
your husband out?

Then tell me what happened.

I already told you.

You should be
talking to the guys

who forced him to
go to that bar, not me.

I know you called
Luis at that bar.

I checked the cell phone
log against the police timeline.

So? I'm his wife. I
was worried about him.

When you found out

he was there drinking,
what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

Did you two argue?

Luis was drunk.

There was nothing
much to say at that point.

I told him to call me
if he needed a ride,

and we hung up.

What'd you do then?

I went back to sleep. Elisa?

Get your hands off me.

Your hair was found

on Ensign De La Torre's clothes.

That's impossible.

This is the toxicology
test done on your hair.

Not only shows
high levels of iron

consistent with the
intake of prenatal vitamins,

but prochlorperazine,
an antiemetic

prescribed exclusively
to pregnant women.

I'm leaving now...

to find my husband
a new attorney.

You went to that bar
to get Luis, didn't you?

But when you got there,

you saw him leaving
with Ensign De La Torre.

Elisa, are you really
going to let your husband

go to prison for something
you know he didn't...?

Luis isn't going to prison
because he didn't do anything.

Elisa, I know how
you must have felt.

You don't know... anything.

I didn't kill that woman.

But you attacked her, not Luis.

Yes.

I followed the cab
from the bar to the pier.

Cumpiano?!

I'm gonna swim.

Cumpiano? Whoo...

No, come on.

I can do it.

Come on, no. Let go of the...

I was in my high
school swim team.

Cumpiano, let go

of the railing.

No!

Come on! Don't pass out.

Cumpiano!

Come on, don't pass out.

Damn it.

You bitch!

What the...?

Bastard! Bastard!

Hey!

Oh, my God! Mrs. Cumpiano,
it's not what you think!

I was only trying to get
him back to the base.

The base is in the
opposite direction.

I saw you leave
the bar. Ma'am...

What? You're gonna
order me to do something?

Is that how you
get what you want?

No, ma'am...

Don't lie to me.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was only trying to help.

You walked away, just like that?

If I would have had a gun,

I would have
killed both of them.

But thank God I didn't.

If this is all true,

why didn't you come
forward immediately?

Because I knew what
people would think.

Crazy pregnant
woman gone berserk.

Isn't that what you thought?

What you still think?

And after Luis confessed,

well, what good
would it have done?

I'm his wife. Who's
going to believe me?

Mac?

Harm, what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

This is ridiculous.
You can't interfere...

She didn't kill
De La Torre, Mac.

Ensign De La Torre's body

was found about 20 yards

from an abandoned
shack on the pier.

You read me my Article 31
rights so you could tell me that?

Chaplain, the only
people who knew that

were personnel with access
to the confidential case files.

They're the only ones who knew

that she had been
murdered behind the shack,

and that her body
was later moved.

The only people

except you, that is.

So, now you're saying I did it?

First it was Luis, then
Elisa, and now it's me.

Who's next?

The taxi driver who
dropped them off?

No, the driver
didn't have a reason

to be behind that shack at 0100.

You did.

Ensign De La Torre had to walk

by that shack on her
way back to the street.

She saw you there, didn't she?

Saw what you were doing.

No.

I wasn't there.

Really? Your car was.

Hmm, talk about bad luck.

First you just happen to
run into a fellow naval officer

while you're smoking
crack on the pier.

And then you get
a parking ticket.

No.

No, it wasn't me.

We have a signed
statement from your dealer

stating that he sold
you cocaine that night,

and that you've been a
pretty regular customer

for the past two months.

Which is also how long it's been

since your last
random drug test.

I guess you figured you'd
get back in the program

before your number
came up again.

No.

No, you're wrong.

Um...

no, that's not me.

That's not who I am.

Beware of false prophets

who come to you
wearing sheep's clothing,

for inwardly... they
are ravening wolves.

Let the wicked forsake his way

and return unto the Lord, for
he will have mercy upon him.

Oh, that's not true.

I've tried, I...

You don't know how hard.

You don't know how
many times I've...

Did you assault Ensign
De La Torre, Chaplain?

Did you kill her?

I can't sleep, I can't...

think... I can't...

I can't feel anything.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

While I share some of
Commander Rainer's misgivings

about the notion of good and
bad methods for human destruction,

what I don't share is the
belief that illegal arms deals

funded by larceny
is a sensible solution.

It's clear there is
sufficient evidence

to show the accused
committed the offenses.

Therefore, I am recommending
they be disposed of

at a general court-martial.

This hearing is adjourned.

He's right.

But so was I.

Maybe, sir.

If you'd like, I could...

Plead it out, Lieutenant.
I made my point.

No sense taking
this any further.

Yes, sir.

Restitution, dismissal
with loss of benefits,

and a year confinement.

Suspended.

I don't know what to say.

Except thank you, ma'am, sir.

You're welcome.

Take care of
yourself, Petty Officer.

Yes, sir.

He owes you more
than a thank you.

Why? I almost pinned
the murder on his wife.

You didn't give up, Mac.

You sensed something was wrong,

and you forced me to reconsider.

You know, it's amazing.
They've known each other

since the eighth grade,
and they still have secrets.

Don't we all?

Good night, sir.

Sir?

Night, Coates.

Sir, whatever happened
between you and Dr. Cavanaugh,

I'm sure it can be worked out.

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

'Cause you won't tell me, sir.

Why would I?

Might make you feel better.

Coates, that's the
stupidest damn thing

I have ever heard you say.

Now, get the hell out of my
office and leave me alone.