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[bell tolls]

[organ playing solemnly]

[whispering] Come on, come on.

[both snickering]

[whispers] He looks dead.

[laughing]

[sensual saxophone playing]

Sorry I'm late. I thought it was tomorrow.

[gasping and panting]

[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.

[intro theme playing]

[newscaster] Closer to home, top military and civilian officials

will attend the funeral service

of Deputy Chief of Naval Operations

Vice Admiral Bill Clancy today.

Friends and colleagues are still struggling to understand

what prompted Bill Clancy, a three-star Admiral

to take his own life Saturday, while on a hunting trip on Shenandoah Mountain.

Three men were with Admiral Clancy on that morning.

WUSA reporter, Tony Yoshigawa is with one of those men now. Tony.

Laura, I'm here on Huckleberry Ridge

roughly four miles from the Shenandoah Mountain

where Vice Admiral, Bill Clancy,

took his life with a shotgun. I'm here with Craig Allenby.

Mr. Allenby, you were with the Admiral

moments before his death. Can you tell us what happened?

I was guiding these fellas on a quail hunt.

Clancy, he went off over into the woods

and that was when I heard the shotgun go off.

So you were the first on the scene.

Yes, sir, until them other two fellas

they caught up with us.

This is Tony Yoshigawa, WUSA, on Huckleberry Ridge.

-Back to you, Laura. -Thank you, Tony.

The other two men on the hunting trip with Admiral Clancy

were Deputy Defense Secretary, Mitchell Schoenfeld,

and Rear Admiral Paul Whelan.

Neither man was available for comment.

[bell tolling]

[organ plays solemnly]

Quite a turnout, sir.

Admiral Clancy had a lot of friends.

And enemies.

Funerals tend to attract both.

[MacKenzie] Sir, is that the widow?

[Chegwidden] Billy married her the day she graduated from high school.

Thank you.

I'd like to read from Psalm 71.

Clancy, of all people.

Go figure.

I never saw anything like it.

One minute, we're shooting quail

the next, he eats his shotgun.

You got problems, you handle them. Period, end of sentence.

Don't check out and let someone else clean up your mess.

Gentlemen, you're interrupting the service.

Would you mind shutting up?

[Rabb] There's going to be

a lot of that, sir.

Not around me, there's not.

For how may we know the trials another endures

unless we walk a mile in his shoes?

[Rabb] Sir, is there any doubt it was suicide?

[Chegwidden] Yes, there's doubts. There's lots of doubts.

Bill Clancy was one of the most stable human beings

I ever knew.

Sir, it's either suicide or an accident.

-There is another possibility. -Are you saying Admiral Whelan

or Deputy Secretary Schoenfeld could have murdered Admiral Clancy?

I'm saying I want a fair and complete investigation.

Can you handle that, Commander?

Yes, sir, I think I can.

Good. You'll assist, Major.

Sir, I have that "wrongful appropriations"

hearing on Friday.

Get Imes to cover for you.

-But... -No, you have

your assignment, Major.

Dismissed.

And take your "but" with you.

Aye-aye, sir.

[coroner] You said you read my autopsy report.

-[Rabb] Yes, sir. -So, what are you doing here?

-Don't you believe it? -Yes, sir, I do

but I wanted to hear your conclusions firsthand.

Projectiles from a shotgun perforated the mandible

the maxilla, sinuses, and the frontal lobe

resulting in brain avulsion.

In other words, the man blew his brains out.

Would you like some coffee or tea, sweetheart?

No, thank you. I'm fine. And it's "Ensign."

You ran a blood analysis.

Blood, urine, stomach. I sent samples to Richmond.

Could take up to a couple of weeks.

Then these findings are a little premature, don't you think?

A three-star admiral kills himself

you want to dot your I's, cross your T's.

Yes, sir.

Understandable.

No, my finding was not premature.

In my humble opinion,

based on 25 years as a pathologist

the wound was self-inflicted.

I stock my property with pheasant and quail.

City fellas, they come down here and they pay me

to hunt them.

That's how I make my living.

That, and training them dogs.

Did Admiral Clancy ever go hunting with you before?

Yeah.

Three, maybe four times.

Experienced with a shotgun?

If you're asking me if I think

he might of shot himself by accident

I seriously doubt it.

[chuckles] Old Cotton,

he don't take to strangers, Lieutenant.

I'd count my fingers if I was you.

Did Admiral Clancy's behavior

seem strange to you that morning, Mr. Allenby?

No, but

the one thing I didnotice

was that he and that other admiral

they didn't seem like they got along all that well.

Did they have words?

It was more of a attitude.

They was kind of bristly with one another... like

two old wolves circling.

Did you see him go into the woods?

I usually don't let my hunters just wander off like that.

I... I thought he was stepping

behind a tree to...

well, you know.

I'm really sorry. I... It's all right, Mr. Allenby.

No one's blaming you.

[Mitch] I blame myself.

What could you have done?

Talk to him, gotten him some help.

Did Admiral Clancy seem like he neededhelp?

No. No, that's the thing. He, uh... seemed fine.

-If maybe I'd paid closer attention. -To what?

Well, as the Deputy Chief of Naval Operations,

Bill felt responsible for the Navy's problems...

Academy scandals, aircraft accidents,

sexual misconduct.

That would be a heavy burden for anyone.

You know that North Korean spy plane we shot down?

Uh... we're familiar with the incident.

Well, when we thought it was a commercial airliner,

Bill was ready to fly to Pyongyang and apologize in person.

Sounds like a man of integrity.

Yes, he was.

But unassuming, you know? Very self-contained.

One of those people who are always in control?

Yeah. Right up until the time he killed himself.

Admiral Clancy and I had ideological differences.

Wendy, let up on the bit!

I understand the two of you served together, sir.

Ten years ago, on a destroyer.

He was the skipper, I was his X.O.

He was the best ship handler in the Navy.

Well-liked by everybody.

Excuse me, sir. It's Jacobs.

Yeah, Harry?

They're already 18 months behind.

You tell them, deliver by June 1st...

I don't give a damn what Senator Wittman said.

I will pull the damn plug. You understand that?

You tell him that!

Where was I?

He was well-liked, sir.

Yeah, especially by the younger officers and sailors.

Bill looked out for them.

-They knew that. -What about the senior officers, sir?

He wasn't a graduate of the academy.

A lot of the old ring-knockers

they resented him being appointed Deputy C.N.O.

He's a beauty, sir.

Wendy, we'll long-line him first thing in the morning.

You know about the Sentinel ship?

Warship of the future.

Till Congress scuttled her.

That was Bill Clancy's pet project.

Well, he must have been disappointed.

Bill Clancy was trained in surface warfare

not in Washington politics.

Admiral, are you saying he was in over his head?

Commander, in light of what happened,

I'd call that an understatement.

[tense music playing]

[heavy breathing]

[gasping]

Billy?

What's going on?

Bill!

Bill!

[knocking on door]

Enter.

Sir, forensics and witness statements concur.

-It was suicide. -At ease.

Sir, Admiral Clancy was unhappy over the loss of the Sentinel project,

he was unpopular with other flag officers

and he was very upset over recent problems

the Navy's been having.

Unhappy, unpopular, upset...

Sounds like a typical day in my life.

Was there a note?

Apparently not, sir.

Commander...

suicide is not a sudden impulse decision.

That's generally true, sir, yes.

As far as I'm concerned, this report is incomplete.

Sir, the facts support our findings.

Major, you can have all the facts in the world.

You didn't know the man.

We'll continue the inquiry, sir.

No.

No, that won't be necessary, Commander.

Sir, uh...

I'm going to conduct an investigation on my own.

That'll be all.

[Pendry] Wow. Pancakes.

Whole grain.

Oh... yogurt, fruit...

wheat germ?

It's good for you.

Is there any pizza left in the fridge?

You are not having pizza for breakfast.

Perfect breakfast food.

You're going to be trouble, aren't you?

You bet.

Think you can handle it?

Yeah.

How's Josh?

-You call him? -Hmm...

[imitating Josh] "Scott's parents let him stay up until 10:30, Mom."

That's the last time he gets to sleep over there.

Maybe your staying over wasn't a good idea.

No! It's all right.

[chuckles] He approves of you.

Not that I need a ten-year-old's approval.

Ido.

[chuckles]

Mmm...

Mmm, mmm.

I could get used to this.

Harm...

where are you?

Sorry. What?

Work.

Yeah.

Chegwidden.

He's not buying the suicide.

Hmm. You sure it is?

You're a skeptic, too?

Suppose you wake up tomorrow morning...

Are you there?

And I tell you Chegwidden killed himself.

Well, that would never happen, but go on.

So you wouldn't believe me if I told you he did it?

[MacKenzie] Harm, the man killed himself.

I'm not denying that. I'm just saying

we could have extended our investigation.

For what purpose?

Well, to remove all doubts, for one thing.

Do you doubt it was suicide?

No, but the Admiral does.

Well, Clancy was the Admiral's mentor.

Short of an eyewitness claiming that he saw

Clancy pull the trigger, he'll always have doubts.

-Well... -Sir?

This just came for you. It's from a Dr. Roland.

-Who's Dr. Roland? -The Augusta County Medical Examiner.

-Carba...? -Carbamazepine, sir.

Harriet looked it up.

You couldn't?

Are you going to show this to him

or shall I?

We both will.

-Bud, I want to know the doctor who prescribed this. -Aye, aye, sir.

[Rabb] They found traces of a drug called carbamazepine

in Admiral Clancy's blood, sir.

-Which is? -It's a mood stabilizer.

It's used to treat bipolar disorders.

So you're inferring suicide is not uncommon

among people with this type of disorder.

Is there something we can do, sir?

No. You've done enough.

Thank you.

[Evelyn] A.J., I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.

Never.

I just thought, uh, you might need some time alone.

That's the last thing I need.

How are the boys?

Back at school.

They're having a hard time.

Evelyn...

was Bill on medication?

Why do you ask that?

The lab found a prescription drug

in his blood samples. You know anything about it?

Well, this is not strictly a social call, is it?

I don't believe Bill killed himself.

Why not?

Because he couldn't.

I know that you have to believe that

because you admired him. You respected him.

Was Bill on medication for manic-depression?

No. A.J...

Let him rest in peace.

Do you think Bill killed himself?

That is a cruel question to ask a dead man's wife.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

but I have to ask.

You know, Bill just... didn't have much joy to share.

He constantly pushed himself. He doubted himself.

He felt so unworthy, and I couldn't help him.

Not only do I think he killed himself

I... I feel responsible for it.

[MacKenzie] Harm, we're looking for the Admiral. Have you seen him?

No. I don't know where he is. Why? Is there a problem?

We're trying to negotiate a plea.

And she's being hardheaded and unreasonable as usual.

And he's being stubborn and irresponsible

which is why we need the Admiral's opinion.

Run it by me. I'll give you an unbiased opinion.

I'll give you forfeiture of pay and three months in the brig.

Forget it, Major. Arrest of judgment.

[sighs]

-[Chegwidden] Admiral. -[Whelan] Admiral.

A.J., just for the record,

I never had anything against Bill Clancy per se.

He was a good C.O. in his time.

I'm sure he'd be glad to hear that.

His problem was he got weak.

-Yeah. Well, whatever you say. -Listen...

The Navy's not a touchy-feely bureaucracy.

Sink ships, shoot down planes, punish the enemy...

-That is our purpose. -Wake up, Admiral.

That macho, tough-warrior approach doesn't work today.

Bill Clancy lacked the moral fiber to stand up

to the vote whores on the Hill.

He was dangerous to the Navy.

I think you're cut from the same cloth.

You know, I never liked your methods, Whelan,

and I never liked you.

You keep pushing me, you're going to find out

how dangerous I can be.

You lack the support to take me on, A.J.

With Bill Clancy gone, you lost your sponsor.

Oh, hell, Paul, I don't need support

to take on your sorry butt. Anytime, anyplace!

Now who's being a macho, tough warrior?

[Chegwidden] The problem is, I semi-agree with him.

[SecNav] A lot of Admirals do.

If the Navy is going to flourish

in today's world, we have to accept

that the ultimate constituency is the public.

Clancy realized that.

The public is the one that scuttled his Sentinel ship.

Bull. The old-guard Admirals did that.

They branded him a cowardly bureaucrat

and laughed the project out of existence.

They were wrong.

The Navy needs a graybeard, A.J.

Someone the admirals respect.

And the public trusts.

Now, we're looking for a replacement for Clancy.

The list of candidates is a short one.

Your name's on it.

Deputy Chief of Naval Operations?

That would mean a third star.

DCNOs come from the active duty list on the line. JAG is staff.

We can always get you back in the line.

Leave JAG...

Why me?

A.J., Uh, we've had our differences, God knows.

I may not always agree with you, but I trust you.

You have integrity.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

So do us both a favor.

End this suicide investigation.

Move on. We don't need the publicity.

I'm not sure I can do that, sir.

Windows of opportunity tend to slam shut quickly.

Think about it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, A.J., keep in mind...

Admiral Whelan's also on that list.

[sighing]

Major, look who I found.

Hi.

I'm just going to go back to my desk now, okay?

Nice to see you again, Dalton.

Nice to see you. Thanks for the escort.

So, um, how are things at Lowell, Hanson and Lowne?

You don't answer my calls. You don't return my e-mail.

What's going on, Sarah?

Well, it's been crazy around here.

You know, coming back to JAG, getting re-acclimated.

-You're avoiding me. -Well, I just...

I feel bad leaving your firm the way I did.

I feel like I let you down.

Is that all? Don't worry about it.

We found a replacement three days after you left.

Oh.

I'm not here to talk about the firm.

I want to talk about us.

We had something going, something very precious to me

and I don't want to lose that.

I don't want to lose you.

-Should I stop calling? -No. No, I want you to call.

I care for you so much I can almost fool myself into believing that.

Is there someone else?

No. No, there's no one else.

Well, then we should talk.

Can we get together?

Say, this weekend?

Yeah, sure. Sure, this weekend is fine.

Okay, then.

Uh, we'll talk... or something.

Uh, I should, I, yeah...

[MacKenzie mumbles]

There are bees.

What?

On the bridge.

[sighing]

[phone ringing]

[Chegwidden] I'm being pressured to drop the investigation.

Well, sir, I can't say I'm surprised.

You think I'm making a fool of myself?

No, sir.

Good answer.

Now tell me the truth.

Admiral, if I woke up one morning

and I heard that you had committed suicide

I would investigate.

Well, that's a comforting thought.

What if it was going to ruin your career?

I'd investigate it, sir.

Bet you would.

Sir, I still believe, based on the evidence

that our conclusion is correct,

but if you need my help, you have it.

[phone ringing]

Chegwidden.

What?

When?

Yeah. Yeah.

Admiral Whelan was found in his driveway stabbed to death.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Not much chance of suicide there, Admiral.

Larissa Viola, N.C.I.S. I'm working with the locals.

-What do you got? -So far, not much.

He came out to get his newspaper around 0600 and someone stabbed him

and left him to die in his driveway there.

[sighing] Any witnesses?

All the neighbors were inside, either sleeping or showering.

Wasn't robbery.

Not unless he kept his wallet in his jammies.

I heard you had a little run-in

with the deceased yesterday, Admiral.

-Bad news travels fast. -When a couple of two-stars

mix it up in front of half the Pentagon, word gets around.

You mind telling me what it was about?

Yes, I do.

[sighs]

Come on, guys, help me out here.

I'm investigating a homicide.

[Rabb] They had a philosophical discussion.

Got a little heated.

Yeah, those philosophical discussions

can really get out of hand.

-Oh. -[sighs]

I assume he can account for his whereabouts this morning.

Does he need to?

You never know.

[MacKenzie] Three men go on a hunting trip,

two of them die a violent death.

Say the deaths are related.

Say they're both homicides.

Well, then, the third man, Mitchell Schoenfeld,

-could be the next victim. -Or the killer.

What do those three men have in common besides quail hunting?

[Rabb] Whelan and Clancy served

on the same ship.

USS Jim Bridger.

Did Schoenfeld serve on the Bridger?

No. Schoenfeld was in the Air Force

not in the Navy.

Maybe something else he shared with Bill Clancy.

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy,

and my husband, Bill, had a prescription filled

at your pharmacy.

It's C-L-A-N-C-Y.

You don't? Okay, I'm sorry.

I must have the wrong store. Thank you.

Up next is number 16... Hadley Drugs.

Number 16.

That's my lucky number.

Mine, too.

[laughs]

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy

and my husband, Bill, had a prescription filled at your pharmacy.

Anyway, the thing is, um, I can't find the pill bottle

and I need the name of the doctor that's on it, please.

Coordinate with N.C.I.S. I want to know every scrap of information

-they dig up on the Whelan homicide. -Done, sir.

-Attention on deck. -As you were.

Sir, you do realize that you're a suspect?

-Agent Viola said that? -Yes, sir.

Good. That means she's doing her job.

Commander, can we talk to you for a sec?

-Yeah. -Per your orders,

I, well, that is, Harriet and I...

-We. -We tracked down the doctor

that prescribed the carbamazepine for Admiral Clancy.

His name is Ronald Ravner. He's a neurologist.

Sir, carbamazepine is more than a mood stabilizer.

It's also used as an anti-convulsant.

It's for seizures.

You just couldn't leave it alone, could you, A.J.?

Evelyn, I need your help.

Ma'am, we have reason to believe

your husband's death may be linked

with Admiral Whelan's homicide.

Six years ago...

Bill was on an inspection tour of the Kitty Hawk.

A tie-down chain on the flight deck snapped

and a link hit him in the head.

Doctor said he was fine.

Two weeks later...

he had his first seizure.

Temporal lobe epilepsy.

You have done your homework, Commander.

The seizures were mild.

You couldn't even tell he was having them unless you knew.

But his career would have been over

if the Navy found out.

Who else knew?

No one.

Not even our children.

What about Mitch Schoenfeld?

-Mitch? -They were close friends.

Maybe Bill confided in him.

I suppose that's possible.

[Rabb] Admiral Clancy meant a lot to you.

After Vietnam,

I transferred out of the SEALs to surface warfare.

I was a gunnery officer on the Farragut.

Clancy was my department head.

I was one fractious, messed-up son of a gun.

I could not get my head around shipboard life.

Thought I was still in the jungle.

So one day Clancy takes me out to the fantail

to straighten me out.

He beat the crap out of you?

He tried.

Till I broke his nose.

[chuckles]

But I figured...

guy cared enough about me to get his face bashed in,

the least I could do is listen to what he had to say.

Smartest decision I ever made.

Yeah.

[Rabb] Who is it, sir?

It's Schoenfeld.

-What's he doing here? -I don't know.

Let's stick around and ask him.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Harm.

Annie.

Where, where are you?

I was expecting you hours ago.

I know. I'm sorry.

I got caught up in something.

I'm okay, Annie.

Should, should I wait for you?

No, I wouldn't.

This could take all night.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Yeah, great.

Good. That's, that's a plan. Bye.

Night.

That Annie is one terrific woman.

-Yeah. -You two getting serious?

Oh, we're taking it one step at a time.

How about you?

Anyone in your life?

Name's Francesca.

Maybe you'll meet her someday.

You have to move on.

Not without you.

He was innocent.

Who? Who was innocent?

It's too late.

Take your staff. Run.

Admiral.

What?

He's coming out.

-Who? -Schoenfeld.

It's nearly 0500.

Yeah.

[Chegwidden] Mr. Deputy Secretary.

A.J., what the hell are you doing here?

Going to ask you the same thing.

I was visiting a friend. Is that a crime?

Till 5:00 in the morning?

What do you want, A.J.?

Bill Clancy's killer.

Evelyn and I have been seeing each other

for two years.

-Bill know about it? -No. We were discreet.

I wasn't proud of the deception. I wanted to tell him

but Evelyn was afraid the scandal would ruin

-his career. -How thoughtful.

Evelyn married Bill when she was 17.

His career was the center of their lives for 30 years.

One day she decided she wanted a life of her own.

And there you were to provide it.

What's your problem, A.J.? That I got there before you did?

-Careful, Schoenfeld. -She'd never divorce her husband,

so you took him out of the picture.

Bill Clancy killed himself.

Well, you made it look that way.

-Was Whelan in on it? -That's insane.

Why? You set up the trip.

You knew Whelan hated Bill Clancy.

The two of you put it together and you took Whelan out

so he couldn't incriminate you.

I am going now.

You do whatever you want to do.

Call the police or the tabloids.

I don't care.

But if you really believe someone killed Bill

well, you better get some help because you two are lousy detectives.

[Rabb] They tell me you nailed Mattoni

in that Article 32.

Kicked his butt!

Enough to make a grown man weep.

Hey, you look tired.

Yeah, I've been up all night.

Oh?

Oh,it's not what you think...

Unfortunately.

I want to talk to that guide, Allenby.

-I already talked to him. -Not about suicide.

I want to talk to him about murder.

Hello?

[dogs barking]

People really live like this?

Commander, what was the name of the destroyer that Clancy and Whelan were on?

The USS Jim Bridger,wasn't it?

Yeah, that's right.

[barking continues]

[Allenby] Be quiet, boy.

Howdy.

I seen your car parked out there.

Sorry to barge in like this, Mr. Allenby.

We... got awfully cold outside.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb, from, uh, the JAG Corps.

What can I do for you?

We have a couple more questions

about the shooting, if you, uh, don't mind.

-It's a shooting now, is it? -How long was it

between the time you heard the shot

and when you found the Admiral?

Oh, a minute... two at the most.

Say, you folks like rabbit?

I like rabbits.

Not rabbit.

So there was about enough time to, uh, shoot the Admiral,

make it look like a suicide, and then disappear into the woods, huh?

Is that what you think happened?

We're just exploring possibilities.

[sighing]

Well, I guess it could have happened that way.

Thanks. That'll be it.

Y'all come all the way out here just to ask me that?

That's all.

Major, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Oh, Lieutenant!

That's going to bring you good luck, you'll see.

Thanks.

[Chegwidden] The USS Jim Bridger.

Eleven...

twelve years ago.

USS Jim Bridger. Huh.

Clancy was skipper, Whelan was X.O.

Second deployment of the year, fire in the boiler room.

Fourteen sailors died.

-I remember that. -[sighing]

-It was arson, wasn't it?

A seaman named Alan Broat was accused of starting it.

-Well, what was his reason? -Poker game.

Accusations of cheating. Broat was seriously beat up.

Never named the attackers. A week later, the fire started.

Broat swore he was innocent.

But the skipper, X.O., JAG prosecutor...

Formidable team.

Broat was court-martialed

and sent to Leavenworth for life.

It sounds like he got what he deserved.

Two years later, a similar fire onboard the Grissom.

Only this time, the inspector found a design flaw

in a manifold valve.

Broat was exonerated.

So he was freed.

Would've been, except he died in prison.

Pneumonia.

This is Alan Broat.

-[Rabb] And this is Allenby. -[Roberts] Alan Broat...

Alan B. Allenby!

During the court-martial,

Broat's father was serving time in Petersburg

for bootlegging, I think.

My guess is that's him.

How do you know about all of this, sir?

I was the JAG prosecutor that put him away.

[Chegwidden] They're not going to do you any good.

You're trespassing, mister.

I'm just trying to save you the time of tracking me down.

Look, I know this may not mean much to you

but I'm sorry your son died.

[sighs]

Al...

Al, he...

he wasn't all that bright.

But he's a good boy. [voice cracking] Good boy.

We made a bad mistake.

He...

[sobbing]

He wrote me this letter one time.

I got it right here.

[coughing]

He said that he was happy.

He said he's "happy to be a sailor."

And he said that Captain Clancy

was a decent man and that he treated everybody else

just like they was as good as he was.

He didn't deserve to die.

Neither did my boy.

I meant your boy.

[sighing]

This...

Clancy fella...

He mean something to you, Admiral?

He was a friend.

Good.

Because he killed my boy.

Him and that Whelan

and you,Admiral...

You killed my boy.

Nobody killed your boy.

Same as.

Fella on my cell block, he told me all about it.

You've been planning this a long time, haven't you?

I been tracking you all for years.

I knew that someday you had to come to ground.

Sure enough, Clancy, he come to Washington.

You could have killed him anytime.

I wanted to dishonor his name.

So I...

I talked to him

and talked him into hiring me and my dogs.

That's all she wrote.

Then you... murdered Whelan.

[chuckles]

I didn't say that,

and I ain't confessin' to nothin'.

[both grunting]

[yelling]

[yelling]

Admiral, you all right, sir?

Yeah. How's he?

His hunting days are over.

[groaning] Nice work, Major.

[Chegwidden] Uh, yes, sir...

Timing iseverything.

I think Admiral Yarbrough will make a fine DCNO.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

[over intercom] Sir, Commander Rabb and Agent Viola are here to see you.

Send them in.

Agent Viola, what brings you here?

I wish I had better news.

The Commonwealth's Attorney's charged Broat

with two counts of murder, attempted murder

-and assault. -Sounds right.

There's just one small problem.

We can tie him to the murders motive-wise

but forensics can't connect him up. Lack of evidence.

As for the attempted murder, you were on his property.

He claims youattacked him.

It's iffy.

[MacKenzie] That leaves assault.

Which he copped to.

A class-six felony.

He'll be out in a year and a half, sir.

You don't look surprised, Admiral.

I know how the system works. Anything else?

I guess not.

Damn it!

You figure he'll come after you again, sir?

I think we can count on that, Major.

That'll be all.

Commander, Major...

Thank you.

Sir.

Sir.

-Oh, hi! -Hi.

I was going to wait for you outside.

-I'll ride down with you. -Great.

-How was your week? -Oh, you know... the usual.

-Yeah... -Ow!

What's wrong?

I broke a nail on a piece of wood yesterday.

Oh. Let me take that for you.

Thanks.

You should be more careful.

Hey.

I'm not sure I can do this.

Why?

Well, the other night when you, when you didn't show up...

[sighing]

-I nearly lost it. -Annie...

No. See...

you have no idea what it was like

waiting for Luke night after night.

After a while, I stopped expecting him

and... started expecting a phone call.

Sure enough, the call came.

Annie, that's not going to happen.

Can you guarantee it?

Annie, I'm a lawyer.

[sighing]

I'm scared.

Come on inside.

Come on.

Now, what's the worst that could happen...

I get a paper cut?

[sighing]

[phone rings]

Pronto.

[Chegwidden] Francesca...

I've been trying to call you.

Papa, what's wrong?

Does something have to be wrong for me to call my daughter?

Of course not.

How are you, papa?

I'm fine, sweetheart.

I'm just fine. [chuckling]

It is great to hear your voice.

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