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[dog barks]

[man with accent] I apologize
for the hour, Miss Lane,

but I fear 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 behavior

in a foreign country.

[barking, growling]

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 detente.

You are 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?

[gunshot]

[narrator] 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.

[theme music playing]

[Chegwidden]
Colonel Behrouz Hasan

was the Turkish
military attaché

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.

Did she admit to the shooting?

She did more than that.

A neighbor heard the gunshot.

DC 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 him?

She claimed self-defense.

Commander, we need this resolved
quickly and quietly.

Turkey is one of our
most important allies.

An incident like this

could jeopardize
our strategic position
in the Middle East.

Where is Ensign Lane now, sir?

Pre-trial confinement.

Bud, what are you up to?

[Roberts]
I'm typing that 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.

[Rabb] 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 had just gotten
out of the shower

and the door buzzed twice.

I thought it was Mrs. Heideger.

Mrs. Heideger?

My neighbor next door.

She's 80.

Sometimes she pushes my number
by mistake.

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

Uh, my usual routine.

I, um, opened my apartment door
a crack

to make sure
that she'd gotten inside.

But it wasn't Mrs. Heideger.

It was Colonel Hasan.

[MacKenzie]
Why did he want to see you?

[Lane]
He said he wanted
to talk to me.

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

[MacKenzie]
So you closed the front door.

-Yes, ma'am.
-[Rabb] 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.

[Lane] He said
it would be inappropriate

for someone
to see him hanging around

outside my apartment.

Diplomats worry a lot
about appearance.

[Rabb] What about
your appearance, Ensign?

You didn't get dressed.

Things happened so fast
after that, sir.

Happened 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.

[sighs] If you felt
your life was in danger, Ensign,

why didn't you try
leaving the apartment?

[Lane] 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 any 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.

[kids yelling]

Derrick! Don't run!
Excuse me.

Son! Derrick! Derrick, stop it!
Derrick, get back here!

-[Derrick yelling]
-[woman] Jane? Larry?
Go into the room!

-Sit down on the couch!
-[man] Enough!
Too much sugar.

[woman]
I don't want this screaming!

You want to watch TV,

you are going to have to
listen to me now!

Here we are.

-Home, sweet motel.
-Mm-hmm.

Are you sure it's going
to 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.

[family yelling
continues in distance]

You know what I mean.

Well, better get going.

Got to get that motion finished
by the close of business.

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

I mean, 'cause 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.

Mm-hmm.

All right. For you.

-Thank you.
-I'll be back.

-Okay, bye.
-Bye.

-Bye. Bye.
-See you.

Yahh!

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.

But it still counts.
Neither of them had a history
of violent behavior

and neither
had been reprimanded.

I'm going
to 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.

Well, 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.

And right now,
she's given us nothing

we can build a case on.

And what about instinct?

Ah, 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.

That'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.

Just figuring out
what wine to get with pizza,
you know?

Is it going to be white,
because of the anchovies

or red,
because of the Canadian bacon?

So, I decided
to go with champagne!

Ha-ha!

Wow!

[cork pops]

-Ow!
-Harriet!
Harriet, are you all right?

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

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

-Oh!
-Ow!

-I'll get some ice.
-Okay. Okay.

I'll get you some ice.

It brings the swelling down.

-Here... got it?
-Mm-hmm.

Can I get you some aspirin
or something?

-No? Okay.
-No.

But I'll settle for a kiss.

Oh, okay.

-[man] Stop that!!
-[woman] What are you doing?

-[man] Derrick!!
-[Derrick wailing]

[woman] You can't have
three separate shows on

at the same time!

[Derrick wailing]

I'm sorry, I feel sick.

I just need to sit up
for a second.

-Okay, sure.
-That's okay.

Hey! The movie's
just about to start.

Okay.

[woman on TV moaning]

That's not Free Willy.

Yeah. It's ten o'clock.

Free Willy.

No, Bud, that's Free The Willy.

Huh?

[woman on TV moans louder]

[dog barks ferociously]

[Rabb] You didn't tell me
you had a dog.

[Lane] Sorry, sir.

Mrs. Heideger is 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.

[chuckles]

Why didn't he protect you
from Colonel Hasan?

[Blaze snarling, barking]

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.

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 apologize
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, um...

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

You and me?

At your apartment? Are you,

are you okay about this?

Yeah. Dinner's at 7:00.

Be there.

-[man] First floor.
-Hey!

Ma'am,
I got the crime scene photos.

[Rabb] There it is.

A plate.

Not a dog dish or a bowl.
A plate.

So?

She said Hasan fed her dog,

keep it occupied
so it wouldn't protect her.

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

I wouldn't go that far, Mac.

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

[Tiner] Excuse me, ma'am.

The Admiral would like
to see you in his office,

Commander.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

[scoffs] You know, this sucks.

Ma'am?

I feel like I'm 15 years old
again

getting grounded for,
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 going to 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 defense
comes down to intuition.

-I hope, for your sake,
you're kidding.
-He's not, sir.

[Chegwidden] Major,
we're right 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?

Uh, well, sir, I, uh...

I thought the Major would,

uh, you know.

Well, it's that, uh,
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.

[Roberts]
Something sure smells good.

[Sims] Well,

I hope you like veggie lasagna.

My favorite.

[Sims humming]

Hey, what are these little, uh

little kid things?

Uh, uh, that's a Hummel.

Um, that one is called
"On Our Way,"

and it's worth
over a thousand dollars.

-Huh?
-Yeah.

[switch clicks,
sultry jazz begins playing]

[humming along with music]

-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.

Well, they still are.
I mean, I still am.

And so am I.

Good.

Oh, my gosh,
I forgot to tell you.

I'm so sorry.

I should've told you.

I think I smell your,
your lasagna burning.

I think you're right.

[Rabb] 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.

[Rabb whistling]

[quietly] Where's the dog?

[Lane]
He's staying with Mrs. Heideger.

Oh.

Well, I see you like dolls.

My dad was an engineer.

I traveled 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.

Well, it 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.
-[doorbell rings]

[Lane] I heard the door buzzer.

What?

-[doorbell rings]
-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.

[barking, growling]

[Lane] Blaze, go on in.

Forgive me, sir.

I need to get dressed.

-I assumed it was about work.
-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.

The first time
you mentioned the window.

I just remembered it.

It's always open.

Blaze likes to look outside.

Did 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 it.

There was a noise.

[Rabb]
What kind of noise?

[Lane]
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'd just stayed out there.

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

He was going to hurt me.

-Let go of me!
-Beth. Beth.

Let go of me!

Beth, Beth,
no one is going to 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.

[crying quietly]

Mac. Where's Bud?

Haven't seen him.

Oh. Maybe Ensign Sims knows
where he is.

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

-[Rabb] Ensign Sims.
-Yes, sir.

You seen Lieutenant Roberts?

Uh, what do you mean, sir?

There he is.

-[Rabb] Bud!
-Yes, sir.

Do you have that
psychological report
I asked for?

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

-Oh! Excuse me,
Ensign Harriet, Sims.
-Hi.

What's going on with these two?

Isn't it obvious?

They're sleeping together.

-Nah, no way.
-[chuckles]

Twenty bucks say
they're hot bunkin'.

I'll take that bet.

Watch and learn.

Oh, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

[sniffing]

[MacKenzie] Hmm.

Women's perfume.

Long, blonde hair.

Lipstick on the cheek.

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

And remember,
officers never lie.

I-Isn't that Admiral Drake?

You're good.

I know.
Pay up, flyboy.

Well, I...

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

[snickers]

What's on your mind, Commander?

Admiral, I just saw
Commander Imes

and the SECNAV
leaving your office, sir.

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

Told you all I can.

But 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.

[door closes]

[Rabb] 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'd 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.

[flips page]

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.

[SECNAV] This was supposed
to be cut and dried.

What's Rabb trying to prove?

He's a defense lawyer, sir.

He's doing his job.

You know how this is supposed
to work, Admiral.

Well, then somebody
should've 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've become my problem.

I don't like having problems,
Admiral.

[sighs]

[Roberts whispering]
They're onto us.

Bud?

I'm over here, in maritime law.

[Sims] 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 going to 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 going to 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.

-[Chegwidden] Lieutenant!
-Ow!

-Sir.
-What are you doing?

I was looking for a book, sir.

Ah. Here it is.

[MacKenzie] 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 were 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 realizing 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 is the key to all this,

whether she knows it or not.

[Judge] 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 charges are dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Your Honor,

the seriousness of this crime

and the political
repercussions--

Do not outweigh
Ensign Lane's rights

as an individual.

My decision stands.

[gavel bangs twice]

[Lane sighs]
It's good to be home.

Is that growling I hear the dog

or is that your stomach?

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

You like Chinese food?

There is a great takeout
down the street.

Delivers to prisoners for free.

[gunshot]

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.

Now I've put you in danger.

Who do you think it was?

Probably Hasan's people.

They want me dead.

Yeah. Big question is, why?

Is it for something you saw?

Maybe it's for something
they thought you saw.

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, she's safe there.

Sir, the man Colonel Hasan
replaced at the embassy

was a spy.

-So?
-[MacKenzie] Well, 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?

[MacKenzie] Uh, not yet, sir,

but even if he thought
she'd found out,

it would give him reason
to kill her.

[Chegwidden]
So, your defense 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 doubt he was working alone.

You were assigned this case,
Commander,

because it was thought
you can resolve it quickly

and quietly.

-I'm trying, sir.
-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.

Hmm, maybe it was a gift.

[MacKenzie]
Look at 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.

[Rabb]
A wine bottle wrapped
in a dish towel in his hand.

You think Colonel Hasan
was going to kill her
with Bordeaux?

[Imes] 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.

[Imes]
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 opened 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?

[sighs]

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 are required
to tell the truth

as you know it?

Yes, sir.

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

I-I don't know, sir.

Where are the exits located?

[Lane]
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 are 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 Honor.
Unless Commander Rabb
can prove

that Colonel Hasan
locked the front door...

Your Honor, 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.

Kitchen phone
taken off the hook,

so you couldn't call out.

The man who had 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 the 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 proved
she was right, Your Honor.

I can't believe it's all over.

You were great, sir.

[MacKenzie]
And a little bit lucky.

[Imes] Nice work in there, Rabb.

-Thanks, Imes.
-But I tend to agree
with the Major.

You did get lucky.

-Huh.
-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 going to take some leave,

get out of town for a few days.

How about a going-away dinner?

I don't think
that's such a good idea, sir.

Tonight, my place, 7:30.

I won't take no for an answer.

No uniforms.

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that has been disconnected
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What are you doing here
so late, sir?

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

Well, the Admiral's
got me digging
through the archives.

I'm looking
for Ensign Lane's file.

I, I can't find it anywhere.

Well, let me try, sir.

[keys clacking]

Well, that's weird.
She's not in the personal
or the police files.

No.

Wait a minute. Let me try this.

[keys clacking]

That's impossible.

She's not listed
on the court docket for today.
I don't get it.

-[footsteps approaching]
-[Chegwidden] Commander...

My office.

[Rabb] Admiral, I, uh...

I was just looking
for Ensign Lane's file
in 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've 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?

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've
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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