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Will this do, Mrs. Holst?

Unzip me.

What happened here?

Nothing.

Chief Holst did this,
didn't he?

Let's not talk
about my husband.

Where are you going?

For a swim, silly.

Come on.
Or are you all talk?

Come on! The water's warm!

Come on!

What's taking you so long?

I want to play!

Rob?

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

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

Diagnosed with
night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends and
prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer,
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a Top Gun in the air.

Enter.

You wanted to see me, Judge?

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

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

Well, you have
a couple of extra days.

Her husband has just discharged
his designated counsel.

Again?

I've allowed it under the condition
that this is the last time.

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

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

all women.

That's not surprising.

Wife-batterers like to hide behind
the skirts of female attorneys.

Sir, you know how heavy
my caseload is here.

If I have to commute
to Norfolk...

What can I say, Major?
You're on top of a short list.

With all due respect, sir,
should we be indulging this man?

Chief Holst is accused
of capital murder.

I'd rather err
on the side of indulgence.

Sorry, Major, he's yours.

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

105, 106?

W- Where's 105A?

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

Harriet?

Ensign Sims!

I was gonna come see you as
soon as I got my office together.

Good news! We'll be
seeing each other a lot.

Legal Services requested help
from the Public Affairs Office.

I guess a capital murder
case requires a lot of work.

Let me help you with this.
Oh, I got it. Uh, thanks.

Don't be silly.

Anyway, it'll give me some
insight into what you do.

Really?
Yeah.

I saw Commander Rabb was
assigned to prosecute the case,

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

Yeah.

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

Well, I-I'm not.

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

and we're defending the case
against Commander Rabb.

Oh.

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

Yeah, I guess.

We-We just can't
talk about the case.

I don't need to
talk about the case.

Would you like
to go to lunch?

I got to meet Major
MacKenzie at the brig.

Hmm.
Oh!

You did not hear that.

Oh, my goodness. The
Admiral sent Sarah MacKenzie.

Why,
are you nervous already?

Now why would I be nervous?

Well, you know,
I have beaten you before.

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

Yeah, you keep dreaming,
flyboy.

So what's going on, anyway?

You don't check in with me. You sent
Bud to collect disclosure documents.

Everything's there, I hope.

Clearly indexed, although I'm still
working on a statement from Mrs. Holst.

Oh, she gave a statement.

Not about her
husband's whereabouts.

Spousal privilege.

Silence speaks volumes, Mac.
She's scared.

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

They're not gonna
work this time.

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

Uh-huh.

What are you looking
for, anyway? The brig.

Three buildings
down to your left.

But it's quicker if you cut
through Operations!

Thank you, Sergeant.

CPO Holst,
I'm Major MacKenzie.

Your new and final attorney.

Nice to meet you, Major.

Looks like I chose well.

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

Either way,
I got what I wanted.

And what's that?

A good-looking female lawyer.

To help with this
abuse nonsense, ma'am.

Are you saying
you never hit your wife?

Oh, I hit her.

I just didn't
abuse her, Major.

Those other stiffs
couldn't even get it excluded.

Well, neither can I.
It goes to motive.

So they say.

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

I'm not a girl, Chief.

And if you're better off
at all, CPO Holst,

it's because
I'm a good attorney.

Please sit down.

I'd rather stand, ma'am.

Very well.

Now, I have a short time to prepare, so
forgive me if you've been over this before.

As long as we get one thing
straight from the beginning, Major.

See, it's my ass on the line,

so, uh, when it comes
to my defense,

I have the final say.

Capisce?

You know, I really prefer
that you sit.

Is that an order, ma'am?

Do I have to make it one?

Thank you.

Now, I'm not gonna ask you
if you killed Ensign Felker.

I didn't.

Let me finish.

However, it's important
that you don't lie to me.

If I get caught
off-guard in court,

it may mean some
embarrassment for me,

but as you so eloquently put it,
it's your ass that's on the line.

You're talking like you've
already decided I'm guilty!

It doesn't
matter what I think.

Sure it does!

How're you gonna convince those court
members if you don't believe it yourself?

Let's just
go over your statement.

After you answer me, Major.

You were home sleeping,
is that right?

I didn't kill the man!

Fine.
Say it!

What?

I didn't kill Ensign Felker!

I want you to say it, Major!

Don't try to bully me, Chief.

That approach may have
worked with your wife,

but right now I'm the only thing
between you and a firing squad.

Capisce?

Now,

can anyone
corroborate your alibi?

Yes. Liz.

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

Confessed to being
on the beach with Felker.

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

And that's
when you hit her?

Huh?

She had bruises
the next day.

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

but I didn't kill
her boyfriend.

And she knows it. Ask her.

She's not talking.

She will.

She's just
pissed off right now.

Moody.

Oh, you know
how women get, ma'am.

Of course, the house
is just the first step.

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

If he gets off,
then he'll find me.

I know it.
He'll find me.

We deal with situations like
yours all too often, Liz.

Your safety is
our first priority.

We'll take care of your
phones, your mailing address.

Everything he can use
to locate you.

It's a big step, I know.

Just think about it.

And know
that we're here.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

I don't know, Commander.

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

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

Like he killed Ensign Felker?

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

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, um, we waited
until NCIS arrived.

Anything worth noting about the location
in which you found Ensign Felker's body?

Only that people go there at night
to watch the submarine races, sir.

Submarine races?

You know,
right by the beach.

We'll often see condom
wrappers and things in the sand.

Objection. Relevance?

Overruled.

And, in your opinion, the location
of this "Lover's Lane" of sorts,

was common knowledge
throughout the base?

Yes, sir.

Chief Petty Officer Holst
would naturally be upset

to find his wife there
with Ensign Felker.

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

Sustained.

Can you describe
the mood of the affair?

Uh, relaxed, sir.

You know, it was a picnic.

Some of us even had
our beers out on the field.

Relaxed until
Chief Holst lost his temper?

Yes, sir.

Will you describe
the incident for the court?

Well, Ensign Felker
was playing first.

Liz got on.

By Liz, you're referring to the
defendant's wife, Mrs. Holst. Correct?

Yes, sir.

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

When all of a sudden,
Chief Holst ran out yelling,

"Touch my wife again, I'll put
you in the ground, Ensign. "

Think he meant it?

Objection. Speculation.

How many times
would you say he hit her?

Twice that I saw, sir.

But there were
a lot of unexplained bruises.

Did you report
your suspicions of abuse?

No, sir.
Why not?

Chief Holst is my friend.

Petty Officer Carlos,
you saw your friend's wife,

Mrs. Holst,

in a bar with Ensign Felker the
night he was killed. Correct?

Yes, sir.

How were they acting?

They were drinking
pretty good.

They were loud and playful,
you know, having fun.

They were flirting.

I'd call it that, sir.

And at some point,

Mrs. Holst and Ensign Felker left
together in Mrs. Holst's car. Correct?

Yes, sir.
What time?

0115, 0130, uh,
right after last call.

Where did you assume
they were going?

I didn't have to assume.
His intentions were clear.

Well, why didn't you call
your friend, Chief Holst,

and tell him
what was happening?

I was afraid
of what he might do.

He has a temper.

Objection. Not relevant.

Overruled.

Did you have an opportunity to examine
the contents of Chief Holst's car?

I did.

Will you describe your
findings for the court?

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

Anything of
particular interest?

Yes. Traces of
stainless steel wire,

commonly used for lifelines
on a variety of Naval ships.

The same type of wire used
to garrote the victim?

Yes.

Anything else linking the defendant
to the wire used to kill Ensign Felker?

Yes.

Wire cutters, like most cutting
devices, leave a specific signature,

not unlike, uh, the marks a gun
barrel will leave on a bullet.

We matched the cut on one end
of the garrote wire,

with a pair of wire cutters

that we found in Chief Holst's
locked tool box in the machinist shop.

Chief Holst's finger prints
on the cutters?

Yes.

Anyone else's?
No.

What in the hell
is wrong with you, Major?

Are you trying
to hang me in there?

Remember whom
you're addressing, Chief!

That toolbox is unlocked
during the day.

Anybody in the shop could
have used those wire cutters!

It's not a question for that
witness! He's a forensics specialist!

He can't testify as to access! Yeah.

You could have
asked him anyway.

Would have been
objected to and sustained.

But it would have
raised the issue,

planted a seed
in the panel's mind.

Don't tell me
how to do my job!

Then do it, Major! 'Cause I could do
better than what I saw in there today.

Maybe he's right.

I should be fighting harder.

Then fight harder.

Sir, perhaps I should
remove myself from the case.

Sorry, Major.

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

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

Not an option, Major.

Admiral, the man is a
monster and probably guilty,

but military law entitles him
to the best defense available.

I thought
I was giving it to him.

Sir, he...

It just hits
a little too close to home.

I'm aware of
your family history, Major.

You are?

Then you gave me this case
on purpose, didn't you, sir?

That's irrelevant.

I disagree, Admiral.

Major,

if you can't check
your emotions at the door,

then you should find
another line of work.

Aren't you gonna
take your socks off?

Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah.

Well, I can see
why this place is so popular.

Yeah. It's great.

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

Yeah.
It's just not as bright.

Yeah.

You know, on a moonless night,
you can see the whole Milky Way?

I know.

You know, I used to sneak off for hours
and just spend time staring at the stars.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

Me, too.
Yeah?

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

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

Wow! That is so neat!
Yeah.

Quick! Make a wish!

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

Where?
There! Right there!

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

Yeah, you can tell
by the arc.

Oh.

But I-I could make a wish.

That's okay.

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

What?

A kiss?

That is a good one.

What-What's the matter?

This isn't
the murder site, is it?

Hey, what's up?

Just wanted to see
how you were doing.

Huh. I bet.

No, I'm serious. I heard you drove
back to talk to the Admiral yesterday.

Who told you that?

Harriet. Bud told her.

Remind me to
castigate him after lunch.

So, is something wrong?

Oh, nothing you can fix,
unfortunately.

Try me.

You really waited
out here to check on me?

Well, is that
so hard to believe?

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

Ding. Ding.

Mrs. Holst, did you intend to
sleep with Ensign Felker that night

when you left the bar?

I don't know.

You let him drive you
to a section of the base

along the beach where sexual
interludes presumably take place.

Yes.

Why?

To get back at my husband.

The defendant?

Yes.

For beating you?

Objection. Leading.

Sustained.

Mrs. Holst,

why did you want
to get back at your husband?

For beating me,

among other things.

Like what?

At the picnic,
he called me a whore

in front of everybody.

I guess I decided if he was gonna
call me a whore, then I'd act like one.

What happened after
you arrived at the beach?

We started kissing and 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 murder.

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

No.

When did Chief Holst
arrive home?

Not till the next morning.

There was blood on his shirt.

Here, let me get that.

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

Um,

could you wait in the car
a moment, Ensign?

Yes, sir.

You did the right thing,
Mrs. Holst.

It'll be better this way.

I know.

Well, call me
if you need anything.

Thanks.
Okay.

You should see this, sir.
What is it?

Love letters to Mrs. Holst.

From her husband?

No.

From Petty Officer Carlos.

Looking good, Major.
Someone taught you well.

Yeah, my father.

He said it'd come in handy since
I was being raised around sailors.

Oh.
Well, I'll remember that.

Something else
might come in handy.

When Ensign Sims and I
were helping Liz Holst move,

we came across some letters addressed
to Mrs. Holst from Petty Officer Carlos.

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

Yeah, rather explicitly. They were
some pretty steamy love letters.

Say again?

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

And Petty Officer Carlos

declared his love in these letters
that you and Sims just happened to find?

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

Well, maybe not you.

Right.

You know,
you really are something.

Hey, I was just teasing.
You know.

Humor?

Yeah, you just
want me to believe

that Petty Officer Carlos was
involved in Ensign Felker's murder.

Read the letters.
Or don't read them.

I'm obligated to disclose
what I discover.

Do I look like I just
fell off the turnip truck?

Excuse me?
Huh? Do I?

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

You setting me up.
That's the problem.

Setting you up?

Yeah, by leading me down this
garden path with this letter stuff.

I didn't set you up. And
then sandbagging me in court.

The same way that you did the last
time we were on opposing teams.

I didn't sandbag
you in court, Mac.

Oh, really?

What do you call it?

I pointed you in a certain direction.
Your emotions took care of the rest.

Just like now.

What do you know
about my emotions?

Look, all I'm trying... Back
off, Harm! Just back off!

Calmed down?

Good.
Because I'm not through.

I think your feelings
about Holst

are interfering with
your ability to defend him.

Do you want to know
why I think that?

From what little you've
told me about yourself,

I think Holst reminds you
of your father.

I got it!

Yep, I think Holst pushes
all the old daddy buttons

and it's getting in your way.

Put it to bed, Mac.

Not because of Holst. I
couldn't give a damn about Holst.

But I do give
a damn about you.

Can I come in?

Sure.

Uh,

I owe you an apology.

I said some things that, uh,

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

to make the assumptions
that I made. I'm sorry.

Payday was the worst.

He'd go to the NCO club
with his buddies

and most of the time they'd
have to drive him home

because he was too drunk
to drive himself.

Mac, you don't have to.

Yes, I do.

My mother would
help him in

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

He reeked of cigarettes
and stale beer.

And sometimes something worse.

I, uh...

And then
the yelling would start,

and then the slapping,
then the sobbing.

His.

I don't know
which was worse,

his hitting or his sobbing
that he was sorry.

She left him,

and me with him.

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

Mac, through it all,
as bad as it got,

as despicable as your
father might have been,

he didn't murder your mother.

Yeah, I know what you're
saying, Harm. And you're right.

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

Yes, you can.

There's an old saying.

"Once you identify the enemy,
you can defeat him. "

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

Read them.

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

Yes, ma'am.

And in fact,
you are Chief Holst's

leading Petty Officer,
aren't you?

Yes, ma'am. I am.

So you would have access to his
toolbox during the day, right?

Well, he-he would secure it
when he wasn't around.

Oh. Even when he just went off to the
bathroom or grabbed something to drink?

No, I guess not.

And your bench is right next
to Chief Holst's, correct?

Yes, ma'am.
But I wouldn't...

So you could have used
Chief Holst's wire cutters

to cut the wire that was used
to strangle Ensign Felker.

Objection, Your Honor. This
is an unfounded inference.

I will rephrase.

Have you ever borrowed tools
from Chief Holst?

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

Is that a yes,
Petty Officer Carlos?

Yes, ma'am.

Yes.

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

You recognize this document,

Petty Officer Carlos?

You must verbalize your
responses, Petty Officer Carlos.

Yes, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

Would you please tell the
court what the document is?

It's a letter that I wrote.

Would you tell the court to whom
the letter is addressed, please?

To Liz Holst.

What in the hell are you
doing writing to my wife?

Major MacKenzie,
control your client!

Sit down!

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

I hope not, Counsel.

Continue.

Petty Officer Carlos, would you
please read this letter to the court?

"Dearest Liz... "
Louder, please.

"Dearest Liz,

"I know how he treats you.
I've seen it.

"He doesn't love you.
How could he?

"But I do, Liz.

"I'm burning up with you.

"I can't stop it.

"I watch you,
the way you move.

"Your smile.

"The way you toss your hair.

"Leave him, Liz. "

You son-of-a-bitch, Rafe!
Chief Holst!

You were
supposed to be my friend!

Wow! So what did the Judge say
about Chief Holst's conduct?

Well, he let it go.

You're kidding. How come?

Well, the Major says that if
someone learns that their best friend

is in love with their wife,
they deserve a break.

She's right.

I guess Petty Officer Carlos really
has a thing for Liz Holst, huh?

Defending Western Civilization
makes people horny.

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

But it's all your fault.

Mine?

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

Because you made me laugh.

'Cause you're so damn funny.

This is what I like about you.

A lot.

Is it true what you said
about Western Civilization?

I wouldn't
make a case against it.

Bud, what's the matter?

We've got to get out of here.

Why?

The satellite! Come on!

Major MacKenzie, thank
you so much for coming.

I
- I know it's late. It's just that I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I shouldn't
have called you so late.

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

Oh, good.

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

Can I get you some coffee?

Of course you don't want coffee.
It's the middle of the night.

Although, coffee actually puts some
people to sleep. Did you know that?

You didn't ask me to come over to
talk about coffee, did you, Mrs. Holst?

I guess not.

Do you think they're going
to convict my husband?

I mean, that stuff about the
letter that helps him, doesn't it?

Not much.

Especially since
Petty Officer Carlos

was probably still at
the bar during the murder.

So if they convict Freddy,

they could
sentence him to death.

They could.

My husband is a pig,
Major MacKenzie,

but he doesn't
deserve to die.

Not even if he killed someone?

Mrs. Holst, what really
happened that night?

I was crying so badly,

I couldn't see straight.

I was afraid I was
gonna be sick.

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

Where've you been?

So your husband was home,
Mrs. Holst?

Yes.

And you lied
in your previous testimony?

Yes. He was home
when I got there.

Why did you lie?

Because I wanted him dead.

I hate you, Freddy.

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

But I can't do this.

I can't kill you.

He was there.

He was home when I got there.

He couldn't have done it.

She did good today.

Uh, oh, Major MacKenzie?

Yes, sir. She was great.

Sensational. Terrific.
She really did a good job.

I said good, Bud.
Not The Second Coming.

Ah, yes, sir.

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

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

That's you, Bud.

Are you okay, Bud?

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

Doing real good.
Hmm.

Nice work, Counselor.

Well, I still think Holst is
a manipulative pig,

but thank you, Harm.
For everything.

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

Ho, ho! Prove it!

Ah, Major!

Are you all right, Bud?

Commander Rabb
just asked me the same thing.

Well, you should
see your expression.

Ma'am?

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

Actually,
it was a dinner picnic.

Oh, I see. A picnic at night.

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

That's all right, Bud.

There are just certain things
I am just as happy not knowing.

Well, we saw a satellite.

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

Just about the time the coroner
said that Ensign Felker was killed.

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

Taking photos of the base.
Right.

So I called Mr. Webb at State. And?

And it was a Russian spy satellite.
And it was shooting the base.

Mister Webb called in a favor and he
got me copies of the satellite photo

and an enlargement
of the beach area.

Bud, you're a genius.

It's corroboration that Holst
wasn't there. I love you!

Uh, you may feel differently after
you take a look at these, ma'am.

Oh, no.

He was there. Chief Holst
was there. That's his car.

I guess this is
another one of those things

you'd be just as happy
not knowing anything about.

We've been working our sixes off for
that miserable lying son-of-a-bitch!

What do you think we
should do about this, Major?

Well, I know what I want
to do with them.

Give it to Commander Rabb?

Damn it!

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

No, you didn't. You did
exactly the right thing, Bud.

What are we gonna do?

Nothing.

I don't understand.

We're under no obligation to
give that photo to the government.

Yes, ma'am. But suppose
Chief Holst is the murderer?

We don't know that.

Yes, ma'am.
But what if he is?

Proving that Holst is the
murderer is not our job.

Defending him is.

I want you to shred
the satellite photo.

Ma'am.

That's an order, Lieutenant.

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

Hi.

Hi, Bud.

You know what?

If this is what being a lawyer's
all about, you can have it.

Because being a lawyer sucks.

I'm fine, thanks.
Thank you for asking.

Jeez, Bud.

Excuse me, Commander?

You know, I've been over
this timeline so many times,

I can see it in my sleep.

We're missing something.

I can feel it.

Well, here are the files
you asked for.

Thanks.

Could I ask you
a question, sir?

Sure. Fire away.

Lieutenant Roberts,

Bud, um...

Why are men such jerks?

I am so sorry, sir.

That just popped
right out of my...

I am so... That is
not like me, sir.

That will not happen again.
I am so sorry.

It's okay, Harriet.

You want to talk about it?

No, uh, thank you.

I'd rather not.

Okay.

All Bud talks about is being a
lawyer, and then suddenly he hates it!

He does? Why?

I don't know.
He says it sucks.

I don't get it. I mean,
he starts going one way

and then he, you know, bam, he changes
and goes in a different direction!

The other night
we were at the beach

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

I- I think we were
having a good time.

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

then, you know, bam,
he just runs off to the car.

Why?

He said he saw a satellite.

Well, you know, Bud.
He's easily excitable.

You just have to
keep him focused.

How do I do that?

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

Thank you, sir.

I hope you're right.

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 Holst.

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

You may begin, Commander.

Mrs. Holst,

whose idea was it
for you to originally act

like you wanted your husband to be
found guilty and then change your mind?

Excuse me?

It was a smart move.

You used Chief Holst's reputation as
a jealous batterer to your advantage.

Whose idea was it?
Yours or your husband's?

Objection. Conjecture.

Sustained.

Commander Rabb, stick
to the facts in evidence.

Yes, Your Honor.

Commander Rabb.

Mrs. Holst,

are you in love
with Petty Officer Carlos?

No.

You kept his letters.

Yes.
Why?

I don't know.

Maybe to hurt Freddy someday.

To leave them somewhere where
your husband might find them?

Yes.

Like you left them on the
sidewalk for me to find?

No. That was an accident.

It was a convenient accident.

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.
Move along, Commander.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holst,
you originally testified

that when you discovered
Ensign Felker's body,

there was no one else in sight. Correct?

Yes.
No one at all?

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

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

Make it quick.

What in the hell is going on?

Your Honor,
let the record reflect

that I am handing a facsimile
of a Russian satellite photo

to defense counsel for their
review and possible objection.

Has this photo previously been
made available to the defense?

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

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

Sidebar.
Both counsel approach.

Did Bud give you this?

You underestimate him.
And you.

You've seen
this before, Major?

Yes, sir.

And you have no objection?

No, sir.

Very well.

Continue, Commander.

Let me refresh your memory,
Mrs. Holst.

This photo was taken at
0134, the night of the murder.

It contains a section of beach
that you're quite familiar with.

Will you please tell the court what
you see in the photo, Mrs. Holst?

I see my car

and Rob's body,

and another car.

Do you recognize
the other car?

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

Help me, Freddy.
Please, help me.

Mrs. Holst, would you like
to change your testimony

regarding the murder
of Ensign Felker?

Rob?

Rob!

Liz!

Liz?

Lizzy!

Come back here!
Get a hold of yourself!

You killed him!
You killed him!

No! That's not true!

You did it, Liz!
You did it!

What?

I did it because of you!

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

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

Oh, baby.

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

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

I'm so sorry.

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

You know I wouldn't
have done it with him.

Lizzy.

Lizzy, they're going
to kill me for this, you know.

No! No! No! No!

They're going to
take me away from you!

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

I'm going to think
of something. No!

I'm sorry, Freddy.

I tried.

Don't blame me.

Please, don't blame me.

Do something!

What?

Object!

On what grounds?

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

Nice work, Counselor.

Hey, well, I should be
congratulating you.

Why? You won the case.

You won the war.

Strange, isn't it?

You say something's in the
past, but it never really is.

I carry my dad with me
wherever I go.

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

Well! He doesn't.
Not anymore.

It's about time.

Jerk!

Hey!

Where are Harriet and Bud?

Well, they're staying
an extra night.

They have a picnic to finish.

Oh.

I- I can't, Harriet.

What?

We're being watched.

Who cares!