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Previously on Proven Innocent...

- You played me.
- Baby.

Why'd you have to ruin this?

Heather Dupinski...
she connected all of us.

There was something really special

when we first started hanging.

If you had new evidence of her guilt,

then you would win in a landslide.

You mean, recharge her for murder?

You can tell me. I won't say anything.

The night that-that Rosemary
was killed,

everybody's looking for her,
except for Madeline.

My lawyer actually thinks I'm gonna

have a shot at getting out of here.

Do you really see us together
out there?

Yeah, I do.

No!

Mmm. Morning.

Hey. You okay?

- I'm fine.
- Mm.

Just got a little lonely up there.

I'm sorry.

Did you call your P.O. last night?

Tell her you were gonna spend
the night here?

- Not yet.
- Wren.

Chill. I will, I promise.

I don't want you getting
your parole revoked.

There's no way I'm going back there.

I enjoyed last night way too much.

It was nice finally getting
to take our time, right?

Mmm.

Oh. Crap.

I got to get up.

So do you, right?

Don't you have some job interviews?

I'm not really interested

in the jobs the halfway house
is offering.

Wren, you have to work
as a condition of your parole.

I know, but I just... I don't know.

Why don't you come work with me?

Yeah, we're looking
for a new office clerk.

No. I-I don't want any special favors.

Well, I do.

So come work at IDG.

You'll be great.

You sure you're ready
to mix those worlds?

Introducing your coworkers to your

secret ex-con girlfriend?

Really?

Really.

Yes, really.

- Nope, stop!
- Mmm.

I have to go to work.

We have to go to work.

Get up.

Well there's something
that's gotten a lot easier.

Making coffee.

Yep, it's just a push of a button.

Also, we've got flavored creamer
and Stevia.

There's snacks and pop.

Morning.

Oh, uh, Easy Boudreau. Wren Grant.

So you're the lawyer
who stole her away from me.

You remember me

telling you about Wren?

Uh, yeah. Your prison buddy,

slash protector, slash confidant.

Slash very good friend.

This must be our newest
ex-con law clerk.

You guys have had others?

Oh, we still do.

A lot of our clients
have trouble finding jobs

even though they've been
exonerated, so they work here.

True story.

I'm Bodie Quick.

- You want the "Quick" tour?
- Sure.

You must be Lieutenant Commander Tate.

And you must be Madeline Scott.

That I am.

Oh, and I'd guess you're Easy Boudreau.

You'd guess right.

Let's find a place where we can talk.

Her name is Rachel Clarke.

A seaman in the Naval Special
Warfare Preparatory School.

She looks badass.

She was. Is.

The prep school is the first stop

for any sailor who wants
to become a SEAL.

And Rachel would've been one
of the first females accepted

into BUD/S... uh, Navy SEAL school.

Instead she was convicted of murder.

Four years ago she was court-martialed

for murdering her naval instructor,

Petty Officer Chris Moore.

Two Silver Stars, Purple Heart.

Moore was highly decorated.

Beyond that, he was the base
admiral's son-in-law.

I don't need to tell you
this was a huge case.

But you're here, so I'm guessing
you think the Navy got it wrong?

Well, Clarke was at the top
of her class.

The embodiment of military excellence.

Never disciplined once.

She was the perfect candidate.

- What do you think happened?
- I think Clarke was railroaded.

The Navy isn't too excited
to have a female SEAL.

They had an unsolved murder
and they pinned it on her.

We have a staff meeting, Mr. Bellows.

If you don't mind me asking,
what is all this?

Case files from the original
Scott trial.

And why is it all here?

I have it brought up on occasion.

When the mood strikes.

You see, Isabel,
it always comes down to this:

no matter how we build it,
without the murder weapon

that was used against Rosemary Lynch,

any new case against
Madeline Scott is a nonstarter.

Where are you with Levi?

I've gained his trust,

but I'm not sure he has
anything relevant to say.

He did mention Cathedral Cove.

What about it?

The night of Rosemary's murder,

Levi said that everyone went
looking for her.

Everyone except for Madeline.

- Yes, and...?
- And he said that Cathedral Cove

was Madeline and Rosemary's
favorite place.

That they'd sit out there for hours.

What if, while everyone
was out looking for Rosemary,

Madeline was at the cove?

Potentially disposing
of the murder weapon?

It's a possibility.

You know, I've considered

dredging Quarry Lake in the past.

It's-it's a massive undertaking.

But if I were to limit
the size of the scope

to a small cove...

I've been prepping to be
a Navy SEAL since I was ten.

I saw these heroes on TV,
all of 'em brave men.

And I wanted that, too.

But because I was born a woman,
I've been through more crap

than you could possibly imagine.

Her reviews were stellar

since she first became a candidate.

Future couldn't have been brighter.

They said you lost control.

You snapped and killed Moore.

That's a lie.

But you did have a fight with him,

the night that he was murdered.

And the case file said
you were drinking.

I'd just finished PT

and I was just trying to unwind.

And maybe I did have one too many.

But then Moore got all up in my face

with the whole
"girls can't be SEALs" thing.

And we argued, but that was it.

The murder weapon was found

in your wall locker the next morning.

The day before we had an inspection.

They dug through
every square inch of my locker.

And there was no gun. So, what...

I got into some little pissing match

with Moore at the bar,

drove drunk into town,

found someone to sell me
an unlicensed firearm,

drove back to base, shot him,

and then after all that, what...

threw the weapon into my
wall locker and went to sleep?

So, obviously, you think
the gun was planted.

- Hell yeah, I think it was.
- Why?

Because I stood out.

My dad was in the Army.

I know all about "the club."

But if the Navy wanted you out,

they could've just made up
an excuse to kick you out.

Framing you for murder
is really extreme.

The admiral's son-in-law was dead.

All right?

They, they needed to arrest someone.

So why not have it be me?

There's actually
a more logical explanation.

Which is?

The real murderer framed you.

On this week's

Until Proven Innocent,

we will tell the story
of Rachel Clarke.

One of the few female SEAL candidates

in the history of this country.

To get as far as Rachel did,

she had to be sound
in both body and mind.

But the Navy said she snapped.

That she lost it.

How did it happen?

This is a story about secrets.

Did Rachel have something
terrible stirring inside of her?

Or is the real secret

about why an innocent woman

was cut down before
she was given a chance

to truly fulfill her dream in life?

- Typical.
- What?

I'm just reading Rachel's psych report

from after her arrest.

They called her "confrontational."

I guess if you're an aggressive man,

you're just a good sailor.
But if you're a woman,

you're crazy and prone to snap.

The Navy is making strides.

But, yeah, we still got a ways to go.

This is Moore's house.

It's a nice neighborhood.

That's the Navy. Provides
everything a sailor needs.

Well, not for Moore and Clarke.

So the report said Moore
was killed in his bedroom.

What about that house?

They have a pretty good view
of Moore's place.

Let's knock on a couple doors,
ask some questions.

Let me handle this.

Is there a problem, Petty Officer?

Sir, I'm placing you
under arrest for trespassing.

I'm an officer with JAG.

Sir, ma'am, please turn around.

Like hell. We're not trespassing.

Ma'am, be quiet. Turn around.

I will not ask you again.

Relax. This is not our turf.

Takes me back to my high school days.

Let's go.

Each of you are in violation

of Chapter 18

U.S. Code 1382:

trespass on a military installation.

You were permitted egress,

to speak to Defendant Rachel Clarke

at the prison facility

and access to DSO North.

- That was all.
- It was all my fault, Admiral.

And you will be disciplined, Commander.

Are you kidding me?

We looked at a house.

This is a military facility, Ms. Scott.

You don't look at a damn thing
unless I expressly say so.

So, you're telling me we're not
allowed to reinvestigate?

Because, uh, based on this report,

it looks like this case was
barely investigated at all.

- Excuse me?
- Madeline.

Ms. Scott,
as the commander of this base,

I am the Convening Authority
of Courts-Martial.

It is my duty,

to review all investigations

and to approve or disapprove

of any and all convictions.

I did that in the Clarke case.

Her case was open-and-shut.

Never liked that phrase,
"open-and-shut."

Always makes me feel
like someone's hiding something.

Not that anyone did that
in Rachel Clarke's case,

but based on this arrest

and exchange we're currently having,

it seems no one is interested
in us reinvestigating.

What are you talking about?

The initial crime scene canvass
is incomplete.

No one spoke to the sailor
who lived behind Moore.

That's the first I've heard
of this. Who is this sailor?

Uh, Admiral...

you're the victim's father-in-law.

There's an obvious conflict
of interest here.

I suggest you recuse yourself

and let us do our job.

Ms. Scott, Mr. Boudreau,

if you follow the rules,

you can investigate anything you want.

But understand this:

you are only welcome here
by my good graces.

- Are we clear?
- Yes, sir.

Crystal. Sir.

I've slept with two other guys
since you, Bodie.

What?

Seriously?

Who? No, you know what,
I don't even want to know.

Was it that guy...

the-the guy from homicide?

The guy with muscles on top of muscles?

I don't think I can take that guy.

It was nobody.

Hmm?

But, uh...

I like that you got all spun out
thinking it was.

That is seriously cruel.

You know what? You're a terrible person

who I want to have sex with
immediately.

I've had enough of your jokes, Bodie.

No joking?

I'm dead serious about you.

I want to do this. I-I mean...

I mean you and me.

For real.

Do you even know what that means?

Yeah.

I think.

Real means no games.

No secrets, no manipulation.

You can't ask me for any more info.

I'm either your source, or I'm your...

...girlfriend.

But I can't be both.

All right, man.

You got skills like my son.
What's your name... Ronaldo?

My name is Cole, sir.

- We're looking for your dad.
- Is he in trouble?

No, not at all.
We just want to talk to him.

- Is he home?
- He's inside.

My wife and I had just divorced.

I was pulling double duty a lot
that year.

It's possible that,

investigators came
by the house, but I wasn't home.

But either way, I didn't see
or hear anything that night.

Nothing at all?

Not a thing.

They found the gun in Clarke's locker.

She snapped.

Couldn't take the heat.
It happens sometimes.

We all know she did it.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

that's all I have to say on the matter.

Ensign Bennett
said Rachel snapped, too.

And he barely knew her.

Why does everyone keep giving us
the exact same answer?

You're gonna get a lot of that.
Nobody wants to talk

because the punishment is severe.

Bye, guys.

Unless you're outside
the chain of command.

Hey, Cole?

Do you remember the night one
of your neighbors was killed?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you see anything?

I-It's all right, hon.
You're not in any trouble.

I promise.

You can talk to us.

I woke up 'cause I heard a loud bang,

like a gunshot.

So I looked out the window.

I saw someone come out of the house.

What did this person look like?

He was tall.

"He"?

Are you sure that you saw a man,
not a woman?

I'm sure. I even told my dad,

but he said I must've made a mistake.

What the hell are you doing?

How dare you speak to him
without my permission?

Cole, get inside.

Go get washed up for dinner.

I'm sorry, sir, you need to leave.

Your son just told us that he saw a man

leaving Moore's house that night.

No, he didn't.

Do not come back here.

Looks like we have a witness.

The prosecution argued

that Seaman Clarke snapped,

and killed Chief Petty Officer
Moore in a fit of rage.

But an eyewitness saw a man...

...leaving Moore's house
the night of the murder.

Where was this eyewitness at
Seaman Clarke's original trial?

He was told not
to testify by his father.

He was eight years old at the time.

So, not exactly reliable...

You can't judge his
veracity without meeting him.

We're requesting a subpoena.

Ms. Scott, don't interrupt me again.

That may work for you
in civilian court,

but if you do it here,
you'll find yourself on the curb.

Apologies, Your Honor.

This court does not believe
an eight-year-old boy's

account of the events of that night

would have changed the jury's verdict.

How can you decide that without
even hearing his testimony?

Ms. Scott, the murder weapon was found

in Seaman Clarke's wall locker.

Everyone keeps saying that
as if that settles it.

Apologies for interrupting again.

You are not suggesting
that Seaman Clarke

was framed, are you?

That's exactly what we're
arguing, Your Honor.

Or we'd at least like the opportunity

to explore that in a new trial.

Ms. Scott, Mr. Boudreau,

we are not inclined to set aside

the findings of this court

based on what you've brought us so far.

Bring us something more concrete

beside an eight-year-old witness,

and we'll consider it.

We'll give you three days.

Three days?

- Your Honor...
- In that case, Your Honor,

we'd ask you to order prosecution

to turn over any discovery material

they'd be obligated to give us
in the event of a new trial.

The discovery
will be turned over forthwith.

What is the difference
between a warrant officer

and a petty officer?

Is it-is it, like, personality?

Guys, focus.

We need to find an alternate suspect,

or our client will continue to spend

the rest of her days in the brig.

Okay. Found something.

So, the Navy's theory of the case

was that Rachel had a knockdown
with Moore

- just before she killed him, right?
- Correct.

So, if Moore had
had a brutal fight with someone

just days before he was murdered,

that person should also be ID'd
as a suspect.

Yeah. Were they?

Naval incident report,
25 September at 2200 hours.

"Chief Petty Officer Moore
arrested after an altercation.

"Treated for lacerations.

"Multiple sutures." No charges followed.

And that incident report
was not included in discovery

at Clarke's original trial
even though it was requested.

They buried it.

Ooh, a naval cover-up.

"I guess"

"they just couldn't handle the truth."

I've heard a lot of Jack
Nicholson impressions in my day.

That was the worst one.

This report may not prove
that Rachel's innocent,

but it does prove
she was royally screwed over.

So, we need to find out
who fought Moore,

slap him with a subpoena,

then we'll have reasonable doubt.

- Except...
- This file has been redacted.

There it is.

All mentions of the person

who fought Moore have been blacked out.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Bodie and I will go
talk to Clarke's instructors.

I'll get Tate. We'll go to court

and petition to get
this report unredacted.

The incident report,
illegally withheld from defense,

indicates that
Chief Petty Officer Moore

had a brutal fight with someone

just days before he was murdered.

We demand that the court
grant our motion

for an unredacted copy of this report.

Before you proceed any further,
Ms. Scott,

has Commander Tate advised you
that the burden of proof

lies with the defense?

He has, Your Honor.

Were you also aware
that the trial court

ruled the report be
suppressed and redacted,

and therefore
is not illegally withheld?

Uh...

that's not in defense counsel's file.

That's because the matter
was ex parte and sealed.

Determined to have
no bearing on this case.

May I ask why?

If I told you that, Counselor,
it would defeat the purpose.

You do know what
"classified" means, don't you?

I do.

Let's go! Up the ropes! Move!

Let's go! Up and over! I want ten!

Knees up!

Excuse me.

Ezekiel Boudreau, Bodie Quick.

Chief David Wyatt.

We represent Rachel Clarke.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Clarke? Thought JAG locked her up.

They did. We believe
she was wrongly convicted.

From your cadet evaluation file,

it seems you believe
Rachel didn't do it, either.

Nothing but the truth.

She was a squared away sailor.
Guts, determination.

Solid attitude.

Sounds like Arnold from Commando.

He was Army. And on steroids.

So, why'd you change your mind
at her trial?

Sounds like you wanted her locked up.

I did. Like I said,
nothing but the truth.

She snapped, killed Moore.

Just like that, huh?

Martin Anderson.

These are Rachel Clarke's lawyers.

Chris Moore was my best friend.

What Clarke did to him,

she could have done to any one of us.

Why's that?

As instructors, we push these cadets

to their breaking point.

And then we push harder.

Any specific reason Clarke
would snap and kill Moore?

Maybe 'cause she had a crush on him.

And nothing happened.

He was happily married, had a kid.

I think it all got to her head.

She could've dropped out,
but she went psycho

and she killed Chris instead.

There is some doubt about that.

Not for us.

Keep your voice down.

What, did you think
I wouldn't find out?

I have customers.

What's the matter, Linda?
Can't function without a fix?

Hey, you got a problem, Heather?

Did you follow me?

It's all true, isn't it?

The secret clique.

I mean, why else
would you be mad that...

that Linda's talking?

You know, you were

pretty cute in high school, Levi.

Lots of us girls had crushes on you.

I mean, Linda here had
a huge crush on you.

- Didn't you, Linda?
- Shut up, Heather.

But things got tougher in college, huh?

You just kept coming back
and hanging out

with all of us high schoolers
like a loser.

How come?

Oh, yeah.

Because you were obsessed
with Rosemary.

It was so embarrassing.

Rosemary and I used to laugh about it.

Back off.

You used to laugh at him, too,
Linda. Remember?

He was just a big joke.

You're pathetic.

That's why you killed Rosemary.

Why don't you tell him
about Sparrow Ridge?

Why don't you shut the hell up?

Is that what you called
the clique, Heather?

What's Sparrow Ridge?

Must tie into what happened
to Rosemary.

I mean, why else would you lie
on the stand

and testify that my sister
and I killed her?

What's Sparrow Ridge, Heather?

Hi. Can I help you?

I'm looking for Madeline Scott.

Right this way.

Elaine.

Hello, Madeline. Commander Tate.

We found what you're looking for.

You got us the unredacted report.

The congresswoman has pull
on the Armed Services Committee.

You might need some
of that when you see

who the redacted person is.

I assumed that Moore was duking it out

with another drunken sailor.

He was. Just so happens

that drunken sailor was an admiral.

Well, now we know

why Dunlap was stonewalling us.

So what's next?

Grill the hell out of him.

We read the incident report about

the vicious fight between
you and Chief Moore,

the week before his murder.

- That's classified.
- Not anymore.

You two went at it pretty hard.

Maybe Rachel Clarke
wasn't the one who snapped.

- That's it. I've heard enough.
- Yeah, you must've been

really furious with him.

So, when Rachel and Moore
had that fight at the bar,

you took advantage of the optics
and you framed Rachel.

We need an answer, sir.

Or my next phone call will be to D.C.

What's this?

Copy of the letter I wrote to SecDef,

saying how honored I was
to potentially have

the first female SEAL under my command.

Why would I frame her?

As for my fight with Chief Moore,

it was about his relationship
with my daughter.

He was drinking heavily
and they had just had a baby.

I tried talking to him.

But he got belligerent,
and it got ugly.

I didn't want our private matter
to go public.

It would have brought
shame to this base,

and to my family.

That's why I had it redacted.

Sorry to hear that, Admiral.

Me too.

But it doesn't mean
you didn't kill him.

I was a fan of Seaman Clarke.
She had potential.

But while she was using her
skills to murder my son-in-law,

I was attending a banquet
with the Joint Chiefs.

It's all on the record.

So I-I hate to disappoint you, but...

I'm not your killer.

The Pentagon confirmed
the admiral's alibi.

So he didn't murder Moore.

Rachel, the admiral said Moore's
marriage was in trouble.

Your other instructor suggested

there was a relationship brewing
between the two of you.

I wasn't sleeping with him,
if that's what you're asking.

He was my instructor.

We're just trying to help you.

If there's anything you want
to tell us, now's the time.

I sit in this cell every day

wondering how I got here.

Who betrayed me and why?

And is it because I'm a woman?

And I feel so frustrated,
because I'm a fighter.

And I can't fight back,
and I feel so...

Powerless. I get it.

Being in the Navy,

is so much harder for
a woman than for a man.

The slightest infraction is magnified.

What happened?

Moore and I were friends,
but that's all.

We spoke a few times,

about things he didn't
want to tell his wife,

but I didn't mention it to anybody

because fraternization is frowned upon.

And by fraternization you mean...?

Any personal relationship

between officers and enlisted,

including talking, is prohibited.

It would have destroyed
my chances at becoming a SEAL.

Why didn't you bring this up
at your original trial?

I didn't see the point.

And then, after my trial
was over, it was too late.

But... the truth is,

Moore wasn't exactly
the most stable person.

He told me he was having nightmares.

About what?

He wouldn't say, but...

this one time,
I found him drunk in his office,

and he was really upset.

And he kept ranting
about someone named Fahdi.

Who's that?

I don't know.

But he kept on saying
that it shouldn't have happened

and that he didn't deserve to live.

After that, I just kept my distance.

So Moore and Rachel
did have a relationship.

Platonic, but still more secrets.

You know the question
we have to ask now.

- Huh.
- Who the hell is Fahdi?

Hmm.

Margaret Atwood said,

"The best way to keep a secret"

"is to pretend there isn't one."

Sometimes secrets can have
dire consequences.

The military, for example,

uses secrets to protect
the chain of command.

The fear is if the truth is told,

everything will fall apart.

But what happens...

if you're the weak link in that chain?

Who's there to protect you?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, it's okay.

You looked curious.

Maddie says that what you do
for the firm here

is really important.
Getting the word out.

Telling the stories.

So, what's your story?

Sorry, I'm not one of your sympathetic,

wrongfully accused clients.

I did the crime, I did the time.

Which was...?

Armed robbery of a liquor store.

The clerk got hurt.

I was just some young kid on a joyride,

and it cost me 20 years of my life.

Ten of those years
were with my best friend.

You guys got close.

How much of that story do you know?

Obviously not enough.

Sorry to interrupt your trip.

Oh, my conference finished early.

And it sounded like you wanted to talk.

So, how's the campaign going?

Good.

The numbers are healthy.

You better be careful, Gore.

You may actually win this thing.

So what can I do you for?

I'm finally gonna do it, Clifford.

I'm gonna dredge the quarry lake.

You're still obsessed
with Madeline Scott.

I'm obsessed with justice.

Right.

Well...

this isn't my office anymore,
it's yours,

so I'll just say what I said
to you way back then.

It's a mistake, a boondoggle.

It's different...
this time I know where to look.

- Do you?
- A specific cove.

Madeline's favorite place
at the quarry.

If you do this, it will come out.

The media will be all over you

for going after that Scott girl again.

I realize.

And if you don't find anything,

you'll be crucified.

You can forget about becoming A.G.

It's a gamble. I know that.

But you always told me
to trust my instincts.

When it comes to the law,

there is no one better than you.

But Madeline Scott is another matter.

She's your great white whale,

the one that got away,

and the harder you hunt for her

the more desperate you seem.

She's guilty, Clifford.

To see her living in freedom

and helping other people
escape justice...

It's not right.

Well, what do you want from me, Gore...

my blessing?

I wish you well in everything you do.

I always will.

But I'm no longer your boss,

and I'm not in a position

to save you from your mistakes anymore.

Hey. Can we come in?

Yeah, come on in.

Who's your little friend?

Bodie, meet Nathan.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too, sir.

Eh, have a seat.

Can I get you a dry martini

or an orange juice or chocolate milk?

I'll take the chocolate milk.

Oh, my God.

I'm no doctor, but...

...he seems a little old to be my son.

Yeah, he's mine.

Nathan's my nephew.

Uh, my sister's been hooked on opioids.

So I've been fostering him
for her while she cleans up.

Which will never happen.

It's been, uh, two years,

um, headed towards permanent.

Hmm.

It's why I've been afraid
to give this a real shot.

This is me.

Not hiding anything.

You still want to do this?

Yeah, sure, I mean...

I really want to hide these weapons

before he kills himself, okay?

Can I just...?

Hey, hey.

Here's Moore's deployment record.

There's no mention of anyone
named Fahdi in Moore's jacket.

What if Fahdi's not a person?

Follow me.

I'll cross-reference
all the incident reports

on file for any mention of...

There.

A naval investigation
into a Taliban massacre

at the Fahdi District
in Kabul Province.

Fahdi District.

Search the naval records,

see which units were deployed
to that region.

Chief Moore's SEAL team
was assigned to that A.O.

We're gonna to need to talk to

the other members of Moore's unit.

One step ahead of you.

Here's the unit's deployment records.

CPO Wyatt, you spoke
to my colleagues earlier

and didn't mention that you,
Anderson, and Moore

were in the same SEAL squad.

So?

So, what happened in Fahdi?

I don't have to tell you anything.

You do, CPO Wyatt. That's an order.

It's a matter of public record.

The Taliban murdered a family.

Just another day in paradise.

Rachel said that, before his death,

Moore was suffering from
something that seemed like PTSD.

And it was getting worse.

She said he kept saying,
"It shouldn't have happened."

What was Moore talking about?

What did he do?

Look, there's a reason
you didn't mention

that the three of you
were in the same squad.

Why does it matter?

I can't imagine the pressure
that you guys are under.

- I've never deployed.
- You're damn straight.

But I do know what it feels like

to spend every day living in a place

where even the air feels
like it's trying to kill you.

That's enough to make anyone snap.

Rachel said that Moore
should talk to someone about it.

Something terrible happened at Fahdi,

didn't it?

Talk to us, Wyatt.

I can help, but only
if you tell us what happened.

Moore, Anderson, and I
were about to clear

a known insurgent's house.

Before we breached the door, we...

heard a loud bang.

It sounded like gunfire,
so we returned.

When we finally entered,
there were no guns.

Just a...

dead family.

Women and children. Shot to death.

The loud bang must've been a...

car backfire or something.

Moore and I wanted to
report it to command, but...

Anderson insisted that we
would be court-martialed.

It was a mistake.

There was something else.

An old man was still in the house.

He was alive.

We could've saved him, I think.

But Anderson shot him,

killed him, just to make
sure there were no witnesses.

Made a promise that day to never
speak about what happened.

Moore was gonna talk to somebody
about what happened at Fahdi,

and you and Anderson killed him
to keep him quiet.

No, I...

It was not me.

M... Moore was like my brother.

It had to have been Anderson

who killed Moore, not Rachel.

When everyone told me
she snapped, I believed it.

I didn't know Moore
was gonna talk about Fahdi

or that Anderson was planning
to do something about it.

I would have stopped him.

I didn't know.

Say we believe you.

You still need to make amends.

You need to tell a judge what happened.

You can give Rachel Clarke
her life back.

We heard a gunshot.

We believed we were being fired at.

- And you returned fire?
- Damn right.

Rule number one of combat: people die.

Rule number two: sometimes
those people are civilians.

So, in the heat of battle,
bullets flying,

everyone is fair game?

I didn't say that.

But if you have to ask the question,

you're gonna hate the answer.

Yes. If it brings us one step
closer to ISIS or the Taliban.

And after the shooting stops,

when the situation is secure?

It's never secure, not over there.

But you would agree
that the shooting death

of an unarmed civilian,

after an engagement ends

is unacceptable?

Without knowing the specifics,
I can't answer that question.

How about these specifics:

an old man, wounded...
but not mortally...

lies on the floor in a house

where the rest of his family has died.

But, thanks to you,

that man,
a witness to an unlawful kill,

is now dead.

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

Chief Anderson, the only reason
that this hearing

is even taking place

is that Chief Wyatt,

who was in your squad,

provided this court with a statement.

You shot an elderly man in cold blood.

And this is the gun

that was used to kill
Chief Petty Officer Moore.

Fancy. And untraceable.

CPO Wyatt has confirmed that
you are the owner of this gun.

Looks like you got it on your
last deployment, didn't you?

I ask that this court
direct Chief Anderson

to tell us how his weapon

ended up in Seaman Clarke's
wall locker.

What happened to you

was a true injustice.

On behalf of the U.S. Navy,

it is my honor to reinstate you

as Petty Officer Third Class.

Now, let's see what I can do
about getting you readmitted

to SEAL 101.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you

for your service.

You murdered Rosemary!

You're lying, Madeline.

I don't know what you want me to say.

How about starting with the truth?

No one believes you!

Stop saying that!

It's time to tell

the truth.

It's me.

Do it.

Dredge the lake.

So, Wren...

She's great, right?

Smart.

I know you, Maddie.

I know she means more to you
than just a friend.

Yeah.

Okay.

She's...

Your girlfriend.

I like her.

Why didn't you ever tell me about her?

It's not like that. I...

My best friend didn't tell me

about a relationship
she's been in for over a decade.

You're right. I shouldn't
take that personally.

When it first started, it
just made things a lot easier.

When I got out,

it made things really complicated.

I still like guys.

But I love Wren.

And I don't know what that means.

I don't know if she's my person.

If we split up,

I don't know if I would date men.

Do I date women?

Do I want to get married?

I...

I don't know.

And I'm not ready
to answer questions about it.

I'm just not.

That's okay.

It's Levi.

Hey, Lev.

Can you slow down?

You're going where?

Hold on.

Don't go anywhere.
I-I'll be right there.

How'd you find this place?

Linda said they used
to meet outside of La Grange.

Said something about Sparrow Ridge,

so I looked it up on the Internet.

You're better at this

than I'm comfortable with.

You do know breaking
and entering is a crime, right?

Yeah, not when it's been
condemned for a decade.

Well, even then.

Hey.

- Huh?
- Check this out.

- All right.
- After you.

Careful. There's stairs right there.

Linda Barrett.

Heather Dupinski.

Rosemary Lynch.

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