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I apologise for the hour, Miss Lane,

but I feel there has been
a grave misunderstanding.

Perhaps it is a cultural thing.

It is often difficult to know what is
and what is not appropriate behaviour

in a foreign country.

I do not think your dog likes
my uniform.

I confess, I was raised in a culture

that has a tendency to underestimate
the capabilities of women.

I have not made
that mistake with you.

Let us have a glass of wine.

Call it unofficial d�tente.

You're intelligent,
creative and delightful company.

So tell me, Miss Lane,

why would a beautiful woman
with such talent

waste it working
for the United States Navy?

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

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

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

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

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

Colonel Behrouz Hasan
was the Turkish military attach�

assigned to NATO.

Highly decorated in his country,
well-respected in ours.

Last night, he was shot and killed
by an Ensign Elizabeth Lane.

She's a data systems officer

assigned to the Turkish embassy
about two months ago

to bring their computer systems
up to the NATO standards.

- She admitted to the shooting?
- She did more than that.

Neighbour heard the gunshot.
D.C. Police were there within minutes.

Ensign Lane cooperated.

She turned over her weapon,
even gave them a statement.

Without a lawyer?

She was read her rights and waived
her right to have counsel present.

Why'd she shoot?

She claimed self-defence.

Commander, we need this resolved
quickly and quietly.

Turkey is one of our most
important allies.

An incident like this
could jeopardise

our strategic position
in the Middle East.

Where is Ensign Lane now, sir?

Pretrial confinement.

Bud, what are you up to?

- I'm typing a deposition...
- Give it to Ensign Sims to finish.

We're going to the brig.
We have a murder.

Really?

Why wasn't I brought in?

I hate it when you do that.

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

Mac, I don't know.
You'd have to ask him.

Let's go, Bud.

I guess we could use a third opinion.
Why don't you tag along?

Well, what about the admiral?

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

Thanks.

The police report says
you were wearing only a towel

when you invited Colonel Hasan
into your apartment.

- Is it correct?
- No.

I mean, yes.

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

I'd just gotten out of the shower
and the door buzzed twice.

I thought it was Mrs. Heideger.

Mrs. Heideger?

My neighbour next door.

She's 80.

Sometimes she pushes my number
by mistake.

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

My usual routine.

I opened my apartment door a crack
to make sure that she'd gotten inside.

But it wasn't Mrs. Heideger.
It was Colonel Hasan.

Why did he wanna see you?

He said he wanted to talk to me.

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

- So you closed the front door?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Did you lock it?
- No, sir.

Why?

I didn't want to offend him.
I was halfway down the hall,

I heard the door open
and Colonel Hasan just came inside.

Uninvited?

He said it would be inappropriate
for someone to see him

hanging around
outside my apartment.

Diplomats worry a lot
about appearance.

What about your appearance,
ensign? You didn't get dressed.

Things happened so fast
after that, sir.

So fast you forgot you were naked?

I was so scared, sir. I just froze.

How did you get your weapon?

I don't remember.

Did you try calling for help?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

If you thought your life
was in danger, ensign,

why didn't you try
leaving the apartment?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I'm trying.

But it's like the details,
they're all blurry.

Where do you keep your pistol?

In my nightstand,
but I don't remember taking it out.

It was just in my hand.

Major, I know
this is not making any sense.

Why were you so scared?

Did Colonel Hasan engage you
in a verbal or physical confrontation?

No, ma'am.

Did the colonel have a weapon?

No.

Did he have any reason
to be angry with you?

Not that I can think of.

Did he ever touch you at all?

No, ma'am.

But I knew he was going to hurt me.

I just knew.

- Derrick, don't run.
- Don't run.

Excuse me, son. Just stop it!

- Derrick, get back here!
- Mary, Mary. Go into the room.

Sit down on the couch.

You know what?
I don't want this screaming.

If you wanna watch TV,
you're going to have to listen to me.

We're going back
to our room right now.

- Here we are. Home sweet motel.
- Sit down, please.

Are you sure it's gonna take them

three whole days
to fumigate your apartment?

Well, it's the whole building, Harriet.

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

You know what I mean.

Well, better get going.

Gotta get that motion finished
by the close of business.

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

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

and Free Willy on the pay-per-view.

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

- All right. For you.
- Thank you.

- I'll be back.
- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- See you.
- Bye.

Colonel Hasan had
a sterilized record.

Promoted to embassy detail
after the Gulf War.

Lane's record was clean too.

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

It still counts. Neither of them
had a history of violent behaviour

and neither had been reprimanded.

I'm gonna have
a psychological evaluation done.

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

You don't believe her?

Believe what?
She hasn't told us anything yet.

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

It's called post-traumatic
stress disorder.

I know what it's called, Freud.

Then, you should know
what she's going through. I do.

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

She deserves
the benefit of the doubt.

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

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

Right now she's given us nothing
we can build a case on.

Well, what about instinct?

Why not?

You rely on your gut instincts
every day.

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

That's different, Mac.

Why? Because you're a man?

Women rely
on their instincts to survive.

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

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

They have to be.

If Ensign Lane felt
her life was in danger,

chances are it was.

So I was figuring out
what wine to get with pizza.

You know, is it gonna be white
because of the anchovies?

Or red because
of the Canadian bacon?

So I decided to go with champagne.

- Harriet! Harriet, are you all right?
- Yeah.

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

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

- I'll get some ice.
- Okay.

I'll get you some ice.
It brings the swelling down.

Here you go. Okay now?

Can I get you some aspirin
or something? No?

- No.
- Okay.

But I'll settle for a kiss.

Okay.

- Stop it! Derrick!
- What are you doing?

No, you can't have three separate
shows on at the same time.

I'm sorry. I feel sick.

- I just need to sit up for a second.
- Sure.

- That's okay.
- Hey, the movie's just about to start.

Okay.

That's not Free Willy.

Yeah. It's 10:00.

Free Willy.

No, Bud, that's Free the Willy.

You didn't tell me you had a dog.

Sorry, sir.

Mrs. Heideger's supposed to be
taking care of him.

Blaze is a DEA reject,
so he doesn't like men in uniform.

I found that out. Very protective.

- Better than a boyfriend.
- Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Loyal, forgiving.
Doesn't leave the toilet seat up.

Why didn't he protect you
from Colonel Hasan?

I do not think your dog likes
my uniform.

Don't touch me.

He fed Blaze.

- Hasan?
- I remember now.

I heard him open the fridge.

He put a plate of food on the floor
to distract Blaze

so that he wouldn't protect me.
And that's when I got the gun.

He was coming to hurt me.

So I had to shoot him. I had to.

I wanted to apologise for last night.

I shouldn't have left.

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

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

It's not your fault.
I've given this a lot of thought.

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

You and me in your apartment?
Are you okay about this?

Yeah. Dinner's at 7. Be there.

Hey!

Ma'am, got the crime-scene photos.

There it is. A plate.

- Not a dog dish or a bowl. A plate.
- So?

She said Hasan fed her dog

to keep it occupied,
so it wouldn't protect her.

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

Well, I wouldn't go that far, Mac.

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

Excuse me, ma'am.

The admiral would like to see you
in his office, commander.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

You know, this sucks.

Ma'am?

I feel like I'm 15 years old again,

getting grounded
for stealing cars and drinking.

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

You know, how long is the admiral
gonna treat me like this?

I don't know, ma'am.

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

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I should march right in there
and put it on the table.

- I don't know about that, ma'am.
- Who does he think he is anyway?

- The admiral.
- I don't deserve this.

He is lucky to have me back.

I should get right in his face
and give him a piece of my mind.

Mayday, major. Mayday.

I'm a Marine, a Devil Dog.
We don't back down from anything.

Thanks, Bud.

Don't mention it. Please.

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

Well, Ensign Lane seems
to be suffering

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

She's having difficulty
remembering details.

Turkish government is putting on
the pressure, commander.

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

but it's not easy.

Right now her whole defence
comes down to intuition.

I hope, for your sake, you're kidding.

He's not, sir.

Major, we're in the middle
of something here.

Yes, sir, and with all due respect,
I think I should be a part of it.

I know you believe I should be
punished for leaving JAG,

and maybe you're right.

But right now, Ensign Lane's
future is more important

than teaching me a lesson, sir.

Major, do you know the difference
between initiative

and insubordination?

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

that I'm demonstrating the former.

This case demands the benefit
of a woman's perspective,

and I, for one, believe
that Ensign Lane's intuition

is a valid motive.

And how is it that you're even privy
to the particulars of this case?

Well, sir, I...

I thought the major would,
you know...

Well, it's that female perspective
thing she mentioned earlier.

Sir, when we leave
this building tonight,

we'll do it in very different ways.

You'll get in your car and drive off.

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

My keys will be in my hand
for quick access to my car

and in case I need them
as a weapon.

I don't give it a second thought,

because it's standard
operating procedure

every time I leave every building.

Women's intuition isn't a joke.

It's a matter of survival.

And if it weren't for her instincts,

Ensign Lane would be the one
who's dead.

Sir, with the time frame
being what it is,

I could really use all the help
I could get.

Fine. Dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Major.

My instincts tell me

I wouldn't recommend
this approach in the future.

Yes, sir.

Something sure smells good.

Well, I hope you like veggie lasagna.

My favourite.

Hey, what are these
little kid things?

That's a Hummel.

That one is called "On Our Way,"
and it's worth over $1000.

Yeah.

Is there something wrong?

Wrong? No.

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

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

- They still are. I mean, I still am.
- Well, so am I.

- Good.
- Oh, my gosh, I forgot to tell you.

I'm so sorry,
I should have told you.

I think I smell your lasagna burning.

I think you're right.

Hi.

- Ready?
- Where's Major MacKenzie?

She's digging up
everything she can on Hasan.

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

Okay.

Where's the dog?

He's staying with Mrs. Heideger.

Well, I see you like dolls.

My dad was an engineer.
I travelled around a lot as a kid.

You know, I never stayed
in one country

long enough to make any friends.

So my father always bought me
a doll

every time we moved
to a new country.

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

Looks like you have a lot of friends.

But they're not real.

I'll be your friend.

I don't need a friend, commander.
I need someone who believes me.

Tell me the truth.

Let's walk through
what happened that night.

It was 10:15.
You just got out of the shower.

I heard the door buzzer.

What?

It rang twice.

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

So I buzzed open the lobby door,

and then I opened my own door
to look out.

Colonel Hasan.

Miss Lane, we need to talk.

Blaze, go lie down.

Forgive me, sir.
I need to get dressed.

- I assumed it was about work.
- Did you feel threatened?

Awkward mostly.

I mean, he's a very important man,
and he seemed irritated with me.

What happened then?

He said, "Excuse me, Miss Lane,

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

You must be freezing.

First time you mentioned
the window.

I just remembered it.
It's always open.

Blaze likes to look outside.

Did the colonel ask for a drink?

No, sir. He said he needed a drink,
and then I went into the bedroom.

- He went directly into the kitchen?
- I didn't see.

There was a noise.

What kind of noise?

A metallic click.

Why didn't you leave?

- Sir...
- Hasan was in the kitchen.

Why didn't you go out
the front door?

I don't remember.

I just remember being so scared.

I knew that I couldn't escape

and that he would never
let me get away.

He had no right
to come into my bedroom.

If he had just stayed out there.

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

He was gonna hurt me.

- Let go of me!
- Beth! Beth!

- Let go of me!
- Beth.

Beth, no one is gonna hurt you.
I won't let them.

I was defending myself, sir.

He was going to kill me.

Why won't anyone believe me?

I do. I do. I believe you, Beth.

- Mac, where's Bud?
- Haven't seen him.

Maybe Ensign Sims
knows where he is.

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

- Ensign Sims.
- Yes, sir?

Have you seen Lieutenant Roberts?

What do you mean, sir?

There he is.

- Bud!
- Yes, sir?

Do you have that
psychological report I asked for?

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

Oh, excuse me,
Ensign Harriet... Sims.

What's going on with these two?

Isn't it obvious?
They're sleeping together.

No, no way.

Twenty bucks says
they're hot bunking.

- I'll take that bet.
- Watch and learn.

- Oh, lieutenant?
- Yes, ma'am.

Women's perfume.

Long blond hair.
Lipstick on the cheek.

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

And remember, officers never lie.

Isn't that Admiral Drake?

- You're good.
- I know. Pay up, flyboy.

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

What's on your mind, commander?

Admiral, I just saw Commander lmes

and the SECNAV
leaving your office, sir.

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

I've told you all I can.

Well, you haven't told me
all you know.

Attorney-client privilege
is not the only thing

preventing me from helping you,
commander.

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

But we both have to deal with it.

Is this your way of telling me
that Ensign Lane

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

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

and your own lawyer skills.

Oh, I do, sir.

That's why I refuse

to allow her to be sold out
by the Navy or anyone else, sir.

You neglected to tell me
you quit your job at the embassy.

I thought you knew, sir.

I assumed that my transfer request
was part of my personnel file.

Why did you quit?

We had several problems
with the systems

- and I felt I was in over my head.
- Really?

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

Yes, but the Turkish system
is older

and it just kept crashing
no matter what I tried.

Did Hasan blame you for that?

Maybe. I don't know.

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

He seemed to be on edge.

- Is that why you felt threatened?
- Perhaps.

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

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

Why didn't you call for help?

I did, sir. I tried to call 911.

- You never told me that.
- I just remembered.

There is no record of it.

The phone wasn't working.

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

after the incident according
to the police report.

That's not true, sir.

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

All I could hear
was Hasan in the kitchen.

I heard him through the phone.

He had the phone off the hook.

This was supposed to be
cut-and-dried.

What's Rabb trying to prove?

He's a defence lawyer, sir.
He's doing his job.

You know how this
is supposed to work, admiral.

Well, then somebody
should have told him.

The Turkish government
expects a conviction.

Well, what do you want me
to tell him?

Throw the case?

Lose this one for the good
of the service, commander...?

Look, I don't care how big this is.

I don't like deceiving my people, sir.

What you tell him is your problem.

But if this doesn't go down
as planned,

then you become my problem.

I don't like having problems,
admiral.

They're onto us.

- Bud?
- I'm over here in Maritime Law.

What are you doing?

- They know.
- Who?

Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie.

They know that we're... you know.

- Did you tell them?
- No. They figured it out.

It was Major MacKenzie.

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

- The woman is ruthless.
- What are we gonna do?

I don't know about you,
but I'm pleading the Fifth.

Admit to nothing. Burden of proof
is on the prosecution.

Just relax, Bud. You're getting
yourself worked up for nothing.

Take a deep breath.

Everything's gonna be okay.
If it makes you feel any better,

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

- You're the best, Harriet.
- Only with you.

Lieutenant!

- Sir.
- What are you doing?

I was looking for a book, sir.

Here it is.

We have no prints.

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

No prints at all.
Not even Ensign Lane's.

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

Hasan was assigned
to the embassy

after his predecessor
was booted out of the country.

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

Got caught stealing satellite photos
of American military bases.

A spy.

Well, now, what are the chances
that Colonel Hasan is continuing

where his predecessor left off?

- Well, we have no proof of that.
- No.

But maybe Beth does.

Well, then, why wouldn't she
say something?

I don't know.

Maybe she doesn't know
that she knows.

Okay, back up. You lost me.

Well, if Hasan was spying

and Beth found out about it,

gives him a motive
to kill her, correct?

Yeah, assuming she found
something incriminating,

which she didn't.

Maybe she found something
without realising it.

Maybe something in the computers.

So assuming he was a spy and
assuming he thought she'd found out,

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

You're not buying it?

No, and nobody else will either.

I'm getting Beth out of the brig.

She has the key to all this,
whether she knows it or not.

Commander Rabb.

Upon review of Ensign Lane's charge
report and confinement order,

I agree there's no evidence
to suggest

that Ensign Lane
will not appear at trial.

Nor do I believe
she is likely to engage

in serious criminal misconduct.

Therefore, I am releasing
Ensign Lane

back to restricted custody,

confined to quarters
until such time as a trial is convened

or the charges are dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Your Honour, the seriousness
of this crime

and the political repercussions...

Do not outweigh Ensign Lane's
rights as an individual.

My decision stands.

It's good to be home.

Growling I hear the dog,
or is that your stomach?

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

Do you like Chinese food?

There is a great takeout
down the street.

Delivers to prisoners for free.

Please tell me that was
a disgruntled girlfriend, sir.

Sorry, I don't know why I said that.
It wasn't even funny.

Hey, this is my fault.

I insisted on taking you
out of confinement

and now I've put you in danger.

Who do you think it was?

Probably Hasan's people.

They want me dead.

Yeah. The big question is why.

Is it for something you saw?

Maybe it's for something
they thought you saw.

It could simply be revenge
for Hasan's death.

Beth, do you remember anything

about your time
at the Turkish embassy

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

A spy? You're kidding, right?

You're not, are you, sir?

Call me Harm.
In my apartment, it's Harm.

Let's start at the beginning.
First day on the job.

Tell me everything.

Even the things you think
are insignificant.

You took Ensign Lane
to your apartment?

Admiral, it's my duty to protect her.
She's safe there.

Sir, the man Colonel Hasan
replaced at the embassy was a spy.

So?

We believe the flow of classified
information still continues.

Conjecture or fact?

Theory, sir.

What if Hasan thought
Beth found him out?

- Will you have proof she did?
- Not yet, sir.

But even if he thought
she'd found out,

it would give him reason
to kill her.

So your defence is what?

Accusing a dead Turkish diplomat
of maybe being a spy?

Somebody tried to kill
Ensign Lane last night, sir.

Perhaps it was to keep her quiet.

Now, if Hasan were a spy,
I'd doubt he was working alone.

You were assigned this case,
commander,

because it was thought you could
resolve it quickly and quietly.

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

Accusing members
of the Turkish government

of espionage in this case
is unacceptable.

Even if it's the truth?

Admiral, are you telling me
that politics

are more important
than the truth?

More important
than Ensign Lane's life?

Find another way, commander.

She has expensive tastes.

Maybe it was a gift.

The wine rack.
There's only one empty space.

Looks like Colonel Hasan
took her best bottle.

He never opened it.

Maybe he couldn't find
a corkscrew.

Corkscrew's right there
on the countertop.

Look at this. What do you see?

A dish towel and a wine bottle.

A wine bottle wrapped
in a dish towel in his hand.

You think Colonel Hasan
was gonna kill her with Bordeaux?

- Ensign Lane, is this your gun?
- Yes, ma'am.

Did you use this gun
to kill Colonel Behrouz Hasan?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Why?

He was going to hurt me, ma'am.

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

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan ever touch you?

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan
ever threaten you in any way?

Yes, ma'am.

How did he threaten you,
Ensign Lane?

He came into my apartment
uninvited, ma'am.

Did you ask him to leave?

No, ma'am.

So where's the threat,
Ensign Lane?

He fed my dog, ma'am.

You killed a man
because he fed your dog?

It was not just that.

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

you never bothered to get dressed,

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

you shot him in the chest.

Correct?

Yes, ma'am.

Admiral, we have more than
sufficient evidence

to take this case to trial.

And we recommend that Ensign
Elizabeth Lane be moved back

into confinement and tried
for the premeditated murder

of Colonel Behrouz Hasan.

Commander?

Ensign Lane, you're aware that
this is an investigative hearing,

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

as you know it?

Yes, sir.

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

I don't know, sir.

Where are the exits located?

There's the front door
and a back door,

which leads down a fire escape.

What about the windows?

I live on the third floor, sir.

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

and down the fire escape?

It's a locked deadbolt, sir.

Where was the key?

In my purse in the kitchen.

With Colonel Hasan.

Two exit options gone.

What about the front door?
Was it unlocked?

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

Where was that key?

It was in the deadbolt, sir.

I keep it there
in case of an emergency.

This was an emergency, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Was the door unlocked when you
opened it to let the police inside?

No, sir.

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

Yes, sir.

The key was not in the deadbolt
and I had to use the one in my purse

to let the police inside.

Who locked the front door?

Colonel Hasan on his way
to the kitchen, sir.

Objection, Your Honour,
unless Commander Rabb can prove

that Colonel Hasan
locked the front door...

Your Honour, this is a list
of Colonel Hasan's personal effects.

Included in that list is a key
to the deadbolt lock

of the defendant's front door.

A late night, an uninvited guest,

a dog kept busy with leftovers.

A powerful man

who entered your apartment
after being told to wait outside.

A kitchen phone taken off the hook
so you couldn't call out.

The man who'd virtually
ignored you until that day.

Who came into your bedroom

with an unopened bottle of wine
covered in a dish towel

to be used as a blunt instrument.

Then replaced in a wine rack
with no danger of fingerprints.

Two locked doors
with inaccessible keys.

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

This evidence proves
she was right, Your Honour.

I can't believe it's all over.

You were great, sir.

A little bit lucky.

- Nice work in there, Rabb.
- Thanks, lmes.

But I tend to agree with the major.
You did get lucky.

I don't know how to thank you,

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

Only the ones we get acquitted.

You're still in danger, Beth.

I'm gonna take some leave,
get out of town for a few days.

How about a going-away dinner?

I don't think that's a good idea...

Tonight, my place, 7:30.

I won't take no for an answer.

No uniforms.

We're sorry.

You have reached a number
that has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached
this recording in error,

please check the number and...

What are you doing here
so late, sir?

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

The admiral's got me digging
through the archives...

I'm looking for Ensign Lane's file.
I can't find it anywhere.

Well, let me try, sir.

That's weird. She's not
in the personal or the police files.

- No.
- Wait a minute. Let me try this.

That's impossible.

She's not listed
on the court docket for today.

- I don't get it.
- Commander?

My office.

Admiral, I was just looking for
Ensign Lane's file on the computers.

It's like she never existed.

The woman you knew
as Ensign Lane

was a Naval Intelligence agent

working undercover to infiltrate
a Washington spy ring.

You should have told me, sir.

I couldn't.

What if I had lost the case, admiral?

You were supposed to.

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

- At least on paper.
- What about the sniper?

The Turkish government
has denied involvement,

but recalled several
of their embassy staff.

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

I should have been told.

I know.

But this is bigger than you
or me, commander.

Many lives were at stake.

Damn, Harm.

Only you could have gotten
her acquitted.

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

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

What was her real name, sir?

I don't know.

Sorry.

Why?

It's my job, commander,

to support and defend
the Constitution of the United...

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

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

What's different this time?
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