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MAN: Come on.
Right over here.

Ugh! It stinks.

Don't worry,
this'll smell a lot better.

-What if we get caught?
-By who?

There's got to be
a security guard
around here somewhere.

Where do you think
I got this from? All aboard.

Hey, you don't even know
whose that is.

So? We're not going
to take it anywhere,

we're just going
to hang out and relax.

[ screams]

-What?
-I saw a huge rat.

So, get on the boat,
they can't cross over water.

Ah! There's another one.
Ew, I'm so out of here.

Come on, Mia,
you got to be kidding me.

Buh-bye!

You're not even going
the right way!

Aah! Tim!

Geez, like you've never seen
a rat before.

Whoa! She alive?

I don't think so.
Well, get your cell phone,

we have to call 911.

-Mia, I...
-What?

I don't think it's going
to do any good.

[ theme music playing ]

CHEGWIDDEN:
You're both aware
of the brutal murder

of a naval officer
in Norfolk last week?

Well, this is the victim.

Ensign Monica De La Torre.

Recently graduated the Academy
last Spring.

Eyewitness accounts
and DNA results led
the Norfolk PD

directly to a Petty Officer,
Luis Cumpiano.

Well, sir,
if the Commonwealth
Attorney's Office

-brought the charges then...
-Since this involves

the murder of a naval officer

allegedly by an enlisted seaman,

the Navy's been granted
primary jurisdiction.

Did Petty Officer Cumpiano give
a statement to the police, sir?

Well, if you want
to call it that.

Apparently he was involved
in some sort of an initiation

the night of the murder.

Shipmates called it
the Tequila Bowl.

Claims a fuzzy memory, sir?

He insists he has
no recollection of anything

from the time
he took his first shot

till his shipmates found him
passed out

on the ship
the next morning.

Any clue as to motive, sir?

He's been charged
with attempted rape,
as well as murder.

Commander, you'll handle
the prosecution.

Colonel, you'll defend.

Uh, Admiral,
given the circumstances,

wouldn't the defendant feel
more comfortable

with a male attorney handling
his case?

Well, if I was a man accused
of attempted rape and murder,

not only would I be fine
with a female attorney,

I'd insist on it.

All right, then.

[ knocking at door]

Enter.

Excuse me, sir. Dr. Cavanaugh

called and asked
if you'd call her back

as soon as possible.
It sounds important.

-Thank you.
-Would you like me to get her

-on the line, sir?
-No.

[ telephone ringing]

The... uh...
Norfolk police chief

is well acquainted
with Article 32 proceedings,

and he's assured me
that his detectives

will cooperate
in any way they can.

That'll be all.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-Aye, aye, sir.

Luis,
it's going to be all right.

Morning, ma'am.

Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah Mackenzie.

Chaplain Oliver Stephens.
Nice to meet you, Colonel.

-You, too.
-Well, Colonel, I've worked

closely
with Petty Officer Cumpiano

for three years,
so if there's anything
I can do...

Well, thank you. I may need
character witnesses later,

but right now,
it's probably best

if I speak to the
Petty Officer alone.

Oh, of course.

[ sad music]

Don't worry, Luis...

the Lord is watching
over you.

[ knocking on door]

-Chaplain.
-Thank you, sir.

Must be nice to have people
who believe in you.

-Yes, ma'am. It is.
-Are they right to?

Absolutely, ma'am.

I know I would never rape
or murder anyone.

Well, according
to your shipmates,
drinking alcohol

was also something
you never did.

I'm an alcoholic, ma'am.

I had two-and-a-half years
sober...

before the other night.

So what happened?

I told the guys
I didn't want to have

anything to do
with the Tequila Bowl,

but they wouldn't take no
for an answer.

I thought I could have
one drink, ma'am.

One drink's too many
and 400 ain't enough.

I should've known that, ma'am.

But I do know this,
I didn't kill anyone.

How can you be sure,
when you don't remember

anything from that night?

Because I know who I am, ma'am.

And no amount
of alcohol can change that.

Were you attracted
to Ensign De La Torre?

I'm married, Colonel.
My wife is pregnant.

Doesn't answer my question.

Ensign De La Torre was
a good officer, ma'am,

and a good person.

I would never have done anything
to hurt her.

MACKENZIE:
Sergeant?

[ scream]

Colonel, do you have a moment?

Of course, Chaplain.

Colonel, I... I know
how this looks,
but I can assure you

that Petty Officer Cumpiano is
not capable of what
he's been accused.

You'd be surprised
what alcohol can make

-a person do, Chaplain.
-Oh, I doubt that, Colonel.

I've been in recovery
for 17 years.

In fact, that's how
I know the petty officer.

He's one of the leaders
in the recovery group

I've organized here on the base.

And you still don't think
he's capable?

Colonel, he's an alcoholic.
He's not a murderer.

And they may not be
mutually exclusive,

but they're certainly
not the same thing.

I'm in recovery myself,
Chaplain.

Five years and ten months.

Oh.

Well, then I assume
I've been preaching
to the choir.

I'll keep an open mind,
if that's what you mean.

Thank you.
That's all one can ask.

A few months ago,
the Navy received a tip

on the fraud hotline,
accusing a commander

of a SEAL team training
in counter-terrorism

with misappropriation of funds.

I would think that's
the type of misconduct

best handled under NJP
at the command level, sir.

Commander Michael Rainer,

accused of fraud against
the United States and larceny.

The man's
a Gulf War hero, sir.

Doesn't sound like
the embezzling type, Admiral.

Don't prejudge your client,
Lieutenant.

My client, sir?

-Commander, you'll prosecute.
-TURNER: Yes, sir.

Any chance this is
just another bookkeeping error?

Well, I sure
the hell hope so.

I mean,
personal feelings aside,

given what's going on
in the world,

the SEALs are the last unit
I'd want to see get a black eye.

[ ship honking]

RABB: Why do you think
it was attempted rape?

DETECTIVE:
The victim's shirt was torn,

the cabby
that dropped him off said

Cumpiano winked at him
when he got out of the cab.

It was pretty clear
what was on his mind.

Oh, those are kind
of flimsy facts to base
an attempted rape charge,

especially since
the victim was found
fully clothed, Detective.

My guess,
the whole thing started

with him trying to cop a feel.
The ensign got angry,

which, in turn,
got your petty officer angry,

next thing you know,
he's forcing himself on her.

Well, this isn't exactly
the safest place to be,

especially at 1:00
in the morning.

How can you be sure
it was the petty officer

and not someone else?

Well, the victim was found
with cash and credit cards
on her person.

Cumpiano's jacket was found
nearby.

The next morning,
when Base Security

brought him in,
he had scratches on his arm.

His DNA matched the skin

from underneath
the victim's fingernails.

I wish all my cases were
this easy.

[ ship's horn blasts]

How'd they end up down
here in the first place,

-do you know?
-Well, the cabby said

Cumpiano was trying
to get him back on the base,

but he insisted on coming here.
Said he wanted to swim back.

Swim?

The guy was wasted,
what do you expect?

How did he get back to the base?

I don't really know.

Well, maybe he did swim.

I wish he had.

Would've saved us
a great deal of trouble.

You buying this lapse in memory?

I don't really give a damn
one way or the other.

He did the crime
and now he's going
to have to pay for it.

[ ship's horn blasts]

I don't operate my command
to please the damn paper pushers

and bean counters
in the Pentagon.

Well, all due respect, sir,
it's not paper or beans

that you've been accused
of stealing.

Lieutenant, I have a degree
from the Academy,

I speak three languages
and I have five years
command experience.

If I wanted money,
I wouldn't steal it
from the Navy.

I'd retire from it.

But the missing funds

were traced to transactions
under your control, sir.

If you didn't steal the money,
then who did?

No one, Lieutenant.
It was used to buy smoke
and flashbang grenades.

We go through them
like toilet paper here
in CQB training.

Well... sir...

if you used the money for
a legitimate training purpose...

Mix up with supply, Lieutenant.

The extra ordinance got put
to use before I had

a chance to enter it
into inventory.

Lieutenant,
I have canceled checks,
purchase orders,

shipping receipts
for everything I bought.

Yeah, but they don't match
the records produced

by the company you claimed
to have done business with.

Well, so it's their paperwork
that's in error, not mine.

Commander, we can't go
into an Article 32
with it being...

I'm not a forger.
I'm not a thief.

Here, you better put those on.

[ buzzer sounds]

[ groan]

[ dramatic music]

Clear one!

Clear two!

Exercise complete.
Two hostages secured, sir.

Carry on, Chief.

Aye, aye, sir.

Were you using real bullets,
sir?

We train like we fight,
Lieutenant.

Which is why we spend more
on live ammo in one day

then most units do in a year.

-But sir...
-Lieutenant,

I've sacrificed my health,

two marriages, and three kids
I hardly ever see for the Navy.

This job is my life.

I certainly wouldn't jeopardize
that for 22,000 dollars.

I understand, sir.

Do you, Lieutenant?

WOMAN:
So then, do something!

Mrs. Cumpiano,
this might take some time.

He could be released
to his CO.

Your husband was charged
with the murder
of a naval officer.

He won't be released
until he's exonerated.

Luis did not kill that woman.

Elisa, come on.
Why don't you let me
take you home?

Luis' shipmates forced him
to go to that bar.

They forced him to get drunk.

She was probably going
to report them.

They beat her up
so that they wouldn't get
in trouble!

His shipmates remained
at the bar until closing,
Mrs. Cumpiano.

-Whoever did this was...
-I just told you who did it!

-Elisa.
-What?

How can she defend him
if she thinks he's guilty?

I didn't say he was guilty.

Luis won't even talk bad
about someone,

much less try to hurt them,
or try to rape them.

[ sad music]

He didn't do this, Colonel.

Please.
You have to know that.

RABB:
Give me a break, Mac!

Of course a wife is going
to defend her husband.

No, this isn't about
a wife defending
her husband, Harm.

This is about me, telling you
that alcohol impairs judgment.

It lowers inhibitions.
It does not transform

a person's personality.

Maybe she doesn't
know him as well
as she thinks she does.

She certainly wouldn't be
the first.

It's not just his wife, Harm.
The Chaplain, his shipmates,

even his commanding officer
can't believe he did it.

They will when they see
all the evidence.

You don't think it's possible
that the police jumped the gun,

they went for the easy mark
instead of looking

at all the possible suspects?

Like who,
the Colombian drug lords,

the man on the grassy knoll?

Drugs are sold on that pier.
You never know.

The only drug that contributed
to Ensign De La Torre's death
is alcohol.

Now, I would advise your client
to plead

to unpremeditated murder.
We'll drop
the attempted rape charge.

You can argue
diminished capacity
at the sentencing phase.

Otherwise, I'm asking
for capital aggravating factors

and I'll get them.
He may not get the needle, Mac,

but he'll definitely die
in Leavenworth.

MAN: I agree with the rest
of the guys, ma'am.

He was definitely a little
out of control, but murder?
I just don't see it.

Did you see anyone else
that night
that looked suspicious

or might've followed
the petty officer

or Ensign De La Torre
when they left the bar?

No more than normal, ma'am.

What do you mean?

Ensign De La Torre could attract
a lot of attention, ma'am,

especially when she was
out of uniform.

-You mean from men?
-Yes, ma'am.

She didn't exactly look
like your normal naval officer,

and she really wasn't stuck up
or anything, either.

Is it naval officers
you normally assume

to be stuck up,
or attractive women?

To be honest,
ma'am, both.

-No offense.
-None taken.

If you don't mind
my asking, ma'am,

how's Petty Officer
Cumpiano's wife handling
all this?

-Why do you ask?
-You know, it's just...

he didn't even want her
to know he was going to a bar.
Now, well...

Does the petty officer
often hide things
from his wife?

No, ma'am. In fact,
I'd say she had him

pretty well wrapped
around her finger.

How did he feel about that?

Well, I guess
he was fine with it, ma'am,

or he wouldn't have married her.

Some guys like that, you know?

-Like what?
-Well, having their old lady

order them around, ma'am,
act like their mother.

That's why
they were still living

in her mom's place,
she made him do it,

so they could save up
some money

for a down payment on a house.

-She made him?
-You ever met her, Colonel?

-Yes, I have.
-Well, then you know

what she's like, ma'am.
I can see her busting

someone upside the head
a whole lot easier

than I can see
Petty Officer Cumpiano doing it.

Coop wouldn't hurt a fly.

[ electronic voice]

MAN: I've been a supply officer
for eight years, Commander.

I've seen all sorts of scams.

How would you rate this one?

If that's what it is.

Well, for efficiency,
I'd give it an A+.

I'd also give Commander Rainer
high marks

for subtlety
and transparency, too.

Not so transparent
that the matter didn't come
to light.

Well, true enough,
Commander.

The audit revealed
inconsistencies

between purchase orders
for munitions

and the actual firecrackers
on the shelf.

If Commander Rainer
was responsible

for the fraud,
how'd he pull it off?

He submitted
false purchase orders

to accounting for grenades
and munitions.

They cut him checks
for the specified amounts,

but instead of forwarding
those checks to the vendors,

Commander Rainer simply forged
an endorsement

and cashed them himself.

And no one noticed?

The banks never raised
a red flag?

The vendor didn't ask questions?

The checks never bounced,
Commander.

We're talking Uncle Sam,

and if the vendors never
received the paperwork,
who's to know?

Only Commander Rainer.

And whoever made the call
to the fraud hot line.

You wouldn't have had
anything to do with that,
would you, Commander?

[ laughs]: Calls
to the hot line are anonymous.

You know that, Lieutenant.

Anyone in my office could've
stumbled onto this.

It just took a diligent review
of the inventory records.

Or somebody with an ax to grind
with Commander Rainer.

I think we're straying
from the subject, Lieutenant.

A SEAL team's supply budget is
considerable, Commander.

How can you be certain
that this wasn't just
another bookkeeping mistake?

We cross-checked
the transactions
with the vendors and the banks.

This wasn't
just sloppy bookkeeping, sir.

It was fraud.

Thank you, Commander.

ROBERTS: Commander,
do you have any

direct evidence linking
Commander Rainer to

these questionable transactions?

The transactions aren't
questionable, Lieutenant.

They're illegal.

Thank you for pointing out
my mistake, sir.

Now, if you don't mind,
could you answer my question?

We don't have any eyewitnesses,
if that's what you mean.

Were you able to match any
of the transactions to deposits

in Commander Rainer's
personal account, sir?

-No.
-Any unusual purchases, sir?

-No, but...
-Were any experts

able to match his handwriting
to any of the allegedly

-forged endorsements?
-No.

So isn't it possible, sir,
that Commander Rainer

actually sent the checks
to the vendor

and somebody there stole
the money?

Davenport Industries has
no record of receiving

the checks,
nor of shipping the munitions,

which Commander Rainer claims
he received.

Still, it seems like
a process of elimination

that led you
to Commander Rainer,
not direct evidence.

If you mean,
do we have a videotape
of him cashing the checks,

-the answer is no.
-Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant,
if you have a dog,

and you come home and find
a yellow stain on your carpet,

just because
you didn't see him do it...

Thank you, sir.
Nothing further.

Make sure this gets
to the SECNAV's office

-before end of business today.
-Yes, sir,

And sir,
the stationery store called
about the invitations.

Mm. I'll handle them.

-They need to know exactly...
-I said I'll handle it.

Is something wrong, sir?

No. It's just that... um...

well, I shouldn't have put
all this on you to begin with.

-I... It's no problem, sir.
-In any event,

from now on, I'll be handling
all my personal business

well, uh... personally.

But sir, I...

I have a meeting on the Hill.

If you need me, I have my cell.

Yes, sir.

RABB: Detective, if I'm gonna

put you on the stand,
I need to know
there'll be no surprises.

Commander,
I've testified before.
I believe I know the drill.

Well, so does Colonel MacKenzie,
believe me.

If there are any holes,
she'll find them.

She can look
anywhere she wants.

There were no other suspects.

What about boyfriends,
ex-boyfriends,

wanna-be boyfriends?

By all accounts,
the victim was totally focused
on her job

and had neither the time
nor the inclination to date.

And none
of those regular low-lifes

hanging out at that shack saw
anything out of the ordinary,

or left their clothes and DNA
at the crime scene.

Have there been
other attacks near the pier?

[ police siren]

What do you mean?

Have other women been murdered
in the area?

There was one,
but that was over a year ago,

and it was totally
different circumstances.

Was an arrest made?

No.

Well, how was she murdered?

-She was strangled.
-How is that different?

She was a local,
with a drug history.

We figure she...
tried to make a buy

and got into a beef
with somebody.

Same thing could've happened
with Ensign De La Torre,
Detective.

She doesn't have any history
of drug use.

Well, she might've seen
something.

Look, I understand
what you're trying to do,

but you're gonna have
to be reasonable.

There's no way
you're gonna rule out
everybody on the planet.

I realize that,
but it would be nice
to at least rule out

the ones who have
actually strangled
women on the pier.

Commander,
I got to go to work.

Tell you what,
you do your job,

and let me worry about mine.

[ sighs]

[ dramatic music]

ROBERTS:
Sir, I believe that either
you are a forger and a thief,

or you know
the person who is.

How do you expect me
to respond to that, Lieutenant?

With the truth, sir.

I already told you the truth.

I don't believe you have, sir.

Now, that's certainly
your choice,

but I got to tell you,
legally,

we're pretty much dead
in the water.

Now, if you plead guilty
and accept restitution,

I can probably get them
to agree to dismissal

with loss of benefits
but no confinement.

If not...

you're looking at, minimum,
three to five years hard labor.

I didn't steal that money.

Commander,
this is not the time...

I'm not finished, Lieutenant.

I admit to forging
the paperwork
and cashing the checks,

but I didn't steal the money.

It was used to procure
an experimental ordinance

which,
for national security reasons,

I'm not at liberty to discuss.

That sounds kind of like
"the dog ate my homework," sir.

-It's the truth.
-I thought the first story

was the truth, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, I...
I guess I should move

to have the hearing closed
so the classified records can
be admitted.

[ chuckles softly]

There are no records.

Sir, I'm not as gullible
as it may seem,

and I can guarantee you,
neither is Commander Turner.

-Lieutenant...
-Commander,

please, do you think
anyone's gonna believe

that you stole this money
for some sort of top secret...

That's exactly what I did,
Lieutenant...

...and I can prove it.

[ sighs]

[ typing]
[ clears throat]

You uncover anything you feel
the police overlooked yet?

Why do you ask?

A woman was murdered on
that pier about a year ago.

Did they have a suspect?

Nope.

They're not gonna try
to connect Cumpiano
to this killing, too, are they?

They can't. Cumpiano was aboard
the USS Randall

in the Arabian Sea at the time.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, it's the prosecutor's duty
to disclose
exculpatory evidence.

You think it could be
the same guy who killed
Ensign De La Torre?

I don't know.

Sir, I have a message
for both you and the colonel.

-What is it, Jennifer?
-The Norfolk brig

just called and asked
that I convey the message
as soon as possible.

Please tell me
Cumpiano didn't try to escape.

He didn't attempt an escape,
ma'am, he confessed.

[ dramatic music]

[ thunder booms]

MACKENZIE:
Marine guard was standing
outside the hatch.

Claims he heard you admit
you killed Ensign De La Torre.

Is that true, Petty Officer?

I feel sick all the time, ma'am.
I can't eat.

All I think about is her body
on that pier.

So you were lying when you said
you couldn't remember anything.

-No.
-But you remember now.

-No. I don't.
-They why would you confess?

I don't understand.

Chaplain Stephens came
to visit me.

We prayed together.

He kept saying, all I had
to do to be forgiven

was beg for the Lord's mercy.
I was there.

I have scratches
on my arms. If it wasn't me,

-then who could it be?
-Any number of people.

You weren't the only person
on the pier that night.

They found my skin
under her fingernails.

You were drunk, Petty Officer,
not possessed.

Look at me.

Do you have any memory
whatsoever

of hurting or attempting
to hurt Ensign De La Torre?

No.

RAINER:
Over there.

[ blows]

M-83s? White Smoke?

No, behind that.
Watch out.

Russian?
Sir, I don't understand.

Remember the terrorist attack
at the Moscow theater?

The one where all
the hostages were killed

by the knockout gas
during the rescue attempt?

That's only 'cause they did it
on the cheap.

They didn't bring
enough antidote on site.

That's the antidote.

No, this is the gas,
in standard tear gas canisters.

Those are pressurized tanks

designed to disperse
the compound

via a building's
ventilation system.

And that's 1,000 vials
of the antidote.

I got it all from a contact
in Spetsgruppa Alfa.

-Uh, who, sir?
-That's the Russian

special forces
counter-terror unit.

-But how...
-He stole it.

So you're telling me, sir,
that you embezzled the money

to buy stolen weapons
on the Russian black market.

I didn't but them, Lieutenant.

The U.S. Navy did.

Sir, you do realize that these

can technically be considered
chemical weapons.

Why do you think
I paid in cash?

[ thunder rumbles]

-Night, Coates.
-Sir,

the stationary store called
again,

as well as Dr. Cavanaugh.

Well, I'll take care of it.

Would you like me
to get her on the line, sir?

Uh, that won't be necessary.

Sir, she seems very interested
in speaking with you.

Petty Officer, I...

I guess I didn't make myself
clear before.

Your business is Navy business,
and my business is my business.

-But, sir...
-Stay out of it, Coates.

That's an order!

And... um... personal request.

Aye, aye, sir.

STEPHENS: He was depressed.
He was
practically inconsolable.

I thought prayer would bring him
some comfort.

Not much comfort
in a life sentence

without the possibility
of parole.

Confidential communications
between a chaplain

and a service member
are privileged.

That privilege is unclear
when the suspect

professes his guilt loud enough
to be heard

by a Marine guard standing
outside a fully-secured hatch.

Luis was understandably

-emotional, there was nothing...
-Which is exactly why

you shouldn't have initiated
the conversation to begin with.

It wasn't a conversation,
Colonel, it was a prayer,

for forgiveness.

Now I respect
what you're trying
to do for Luis,

but this isn't just about
winning or losing to me.

It's about a man's salvation.

What makes you so sure it isn't
his wife's salvation

-you should be worried about?
-What?

Have you discussed
her need for forgiveness?

What are you saying?
You think Elisa had
something to do with this?

I checked the Petty Officer's
cell phone records.

His wife called him
the night of the murder.

The woman tried to call
her husband,
what is wrong with that?

Would you describe
Elisa Cumpiano
as a jealous woman?

Unusually controlling?

Colonel, I'm not going
to dignify that question
with a response.

Is that because
the answer would be yes?

[ thunder rumbles]

You know, I've heard
about men who blame women

for the violence committed
against them,

but I never thought I'd hear
another woman do it.

Elisa wasn't the one
who was attacked.

Yes, she was, Colonel,
by you. Just now.

[ thunder rumbles]

[ chattering]

What's going on, Lieutenant?

I thought you might want
to see this for yourself
in person, sir.

These documents prove
that Commander Rainer

did exactly what he said
he did with the money, sir.

They're in Russian.

-Yes, sir.
-Come on, Lieutenant.

Your client's
already accused of fraud.

You really think
he's going to help himself

with another stack
of forged documents?

They're not forgeries,
Commander.

And I can prove that, as well.

What is all this?

Russian made tear gas canisters,

filled with a derivative
of fentanyl, an odorless,

colorless general
anesthesia inhalant.

These steel tanks contain
the same narcotic gas,

and that is 1,000 doses
of fast-acting antidote, sir.

Uh, don't worry.
They're still in

their original packing material
and perfectly safe.

This is the stuff
the Russians used
at the Moscow theater?

-Yes, sir.
-He said

he bought smoke
and flashbang grenades

from Davenport Industries
in Hartford, Connecticut.

Well, the documents list
that the purchases

were for non-lethal munitions

designed
for close quarters combat

and hostage rescue operations.

Now, due
to national security reasons,

my client felt that it was
necessary to disguise

the true origin
of the munitions.

I take it you want
the larceny charge dropped

in exchange for
a guilty plea on the fraud.

Commander Rainer isn't
interested in a plea, sir.

Can I assume that
he's also not interested

in the charge
of illegal weapons trafficking?

-You can.
-Then what does he want?

He wants to testify, sir.

Lieutenant, if your client wants
to come forward

in a bid for leniency,
he can do it at sentencing.

He's not looking
for leniency, sir.

Why not?

He doesn't believe
that he's done anything wrong,
sir.

[ knocking at door]

We need to talk.

-Can't wait till tomorrow?
-No, it can't.

Okay. Hold on.

Preparing subpoenas
for more phone records?

Should I be?

Mac, take the deal.
Your client confessed.

He was confused, Harm.
He didn't know
what he was talking about.

Not to mention that fact that
it's completely inadmissible.

Oh!
And a totally unsubstantiated

allegation against his wife
will be admitted?

A woman goes
for a midnight stroll
with a married man

and you think
his wife shouldn't be a suspect?

Aside from the phone call,
do you have any actual evidence
she was involved,

let alone left the house
that night, or made it all
the way to the docks?

Then you shouldn't be worried
about anything, should you?

It's not the case
I'm worried about, Mac.

I am worried about you.

-Please.
-Look, Cumpiano

clearly would've
never committed murder
without being under

the influence of alcohol,
and that scares you.

The only thing that scares me is
the possibility

that an innocent man might spend
the rest of his life in prison.

Mac, just because his wife is
overbearing and controlling

-doesn't make her a murderer.
-That's true.

But the fact
that she's immature,

insecure
and impulsive just might.

You're not helping anybody, Mac,

by allowing your past
to cloud your judgment,

especially your client.

Harm, what I've learned
from my past

is that alcohol doesn't change
your true nature,

it only makes it harder for you
to control the one
that you already have.

Yeah, well sometimes
a person's true nature

is buried so deep that
they never understand it.

MACKENZIE:
Excuse me, Marcie Jones?

-Yes?
-Hi.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

I called earlier about
the De La Torré case.

Oh, right, um... I have
the reports right here.

This is it?

Yeah.

We did the DNA typing
on the victim's

fingernail scrapings
and the blood found
on her clothes.

Which was all her own.

Correct.

Anything else
that seemed unusual?

I didn't say
anything was unusual, Colonel.

Wouldn't you expect to find
more physical evidence

from the accused
in an attack this severe?

Not necessarily.

Are you sure there wasn't
anything else,

a partial fingerprint,
a loose thread, a hair...

The only hair found
on the victim matched

her roommate's in length
and color,
and there wasn't a follicle.

Unlikely it came out
during a struggle.

Is there any way to tell
if that was from
a pregnant woman?

Not really.
If you had a specific
person in mind,

you might be able
to do a hair
or mitochondrial DNA match,

but we'd need a sample
to match it to.

What about a tox screen?
if the woman were taking
prenatal vitamins,

wouldn't that show up?

Maybe, but you'd need
a lot more

than a single strand
to do a tox screen.

Sorry.

[ telephone ringing]

You wouldn't happen to have
a discarded tox screen lying
around,

one that I could take with me?

Humor me.

If the hatch was closed,
how is it you were able

to hear the confession
so clearly?

They were talking loudly, sir.

They were both pretty emotional.

So, what exactly did
the Petty Officer say?

He said, "I did it.
I killed her."

And then he kept saying
he was sorry, over and over.

Were you able to hear
the Chaplain's side
of this conversation?

Yes, sir. He kept telling
the Petty Officer that the Lord

would have mercy on him,
no matter what happened,

and that Ensign De La Torre was
in a better place now.

He said that God had been
behind that shack that night,

-that God saw everything.
-What... say that again.

That God had taken her soul,
and she wouldn't be suffering...

No, no, no, no,
about the shack...

He said that God had been
behind the shack.

He kept saying,
"God saw everything."

ROBERTS: Commander,
have you ever stolen
from or defrauded

-the United States in any way?
-Absolutely not.

I entered into a...
classified procurement agreement

without proper authorization
from my chain of command,

but I got exactly
what I paid for.

The material was stored
in a Navy armory,

so, no, I don't see
how I defrauded the government.

Are you familiar with
the Chemical Weapons Convention,

entered into and signed
by the United States government
on April 29, 1997?

-Yes, of course.
-Wouldn't the purchase

of tear gas canisters filled
with a toxic nerve agent violate
that agreement?

Lieutenant, all members
of the armed services
are obligated

to disobey an order
which they know to be unlawful.

I believe I had a similar duty
to disregard a law that I knew
to be counter

to the safety and security
of the United States.

If my men could rescue hostages
without firing a single bullet,

which is absolutely possible
if this knockout gas is used
properly,

then it would not
only be unlawful,

but immoral for them not
to do so,

and for me not
to do everything I could
to make that possible.

Thank you, sir.
Nothing further.

Commander, did you ever make

an official request
to acquire the knockout gas?

Well, I knew
what the answer would be.

I'll take that as a "no."

Do you believe
that the chain of command

cared less about human life
than you?

They don't have to deal
with the same realities,
Commander.

It's my men who will be
the first through that door.

Commander,
even if the use of this gas

saved a few lives
during a hostage crisis,

doesn't undermining
the Geneva Protocol

open the door to
a chemical weapons proliferation

that would endanger the lives
of thousands,

maybe millions
more innocent civilians?

People's lives are endangered
by other people,
not stockpiled weapons.

I'm not sure
the thousands of Iraqi Kurds

gassed by Saddam Hussein
would agree.

I found myself faced
with a choice,Commander.

I could carry out
the mission assigned to me
by killing people,

or by rendering them
unconscious.

I chose the latter.

If that makes me unfit
for military service,
then so be it.

-I'm afraid it does, Commander.
-Objection.

-Sustained.
-Nothing further, Your Honor.

Elisa...

You couldn't get my husband
out of jail, so you figured
you'd put me in?

You really want
your husband out?
Then tell me what happened.

I already told you.
You should be talking
to the guys

who forced him to go
to that bar, not me.

I know you called
Luis at that bar.
I checked the cell phone log

against the police timeline.

So? I'm his wife.
I was worried about him.

[ door opens]

[ man speaks over P.A.]

When you found out
he was there drinking,
what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

Did you two argue?

Luis was drunk.

There was nothing much
to say at that point.

I told him to call me
if he needed a ride,

-and we hung up.
-What'd you do then?

-I went back to sleep.
-Elisa?

-Get your hands off me!
-Your hair was found

on Ensign De La Torre's clothes.

That's impossible.

This is the toxicology test done
on your hair.

Not only shows high levels
of iron

consistent with the intake
of prenatal vitamins,

but prochlorperazine,
an antiemetic

prescribed exclusively
to pregnant women.

I'm leaving now...

to find my husband
a new attorney.

[ sighs]

[ buzzer sounds]

You went to that bar
to get Luis, didn't you?

But when you got there,
you saw him leaving
with Ensign De La Torre.

Elisa, are you really going
to let your husband

go to prison for something
you know he didn't...

Luis isn't going to prison,
because he didn't do anything.

Elisa, I know
how you must have felt.

You don't know... anything.

I didn't kill that woman.

But you attacked her, not Luis.

Yes.

[ car pulls to a stop]

[ sighs]

I followed the cab from the bar
to the pier.

-Cumpiano?
-[ slurred] I'm gonna swim.

-Cumpiano? No, come on.
-Whoo!

-I can do it!
-Come on, no.

-Let go of the...
-I was in my high school

-swim team.
-Cumpiano!

Let go of the railing!

[ grunts]

No!

Come on!
Don't pass out.

Cumpiano! Come on,
don't pass out. Damn it.

You bitch!

-What the...
-Bastard!

-Bastard!
-Hey!

[ grunting]

Oh, my God! Mrs. Cumpiano,
it's not what you think!

I was only trying to get him
back to the base.

The base is
in the opposite direction.

-I saw you leave the bar.
-Ma'am...?

What? You're gonna order me
to do something?

Is that how you get
what you want?

-No, ma'am...
-Don't lie to me.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I was only trying to help.

[ panting]

You walked away,
just like that?

If I would have had a gun,
I would have killed
both of them.

But thank God I didn't.

If this is all true,
why didn't you come
forward immediately?

Because I knew
what people would think.

Crazy pregnant woman gone
berserk.

Isn't that what you thought?

What you still think?
And after Luis confessed,

well, what good
would it have done?

I'm his wife.
Who's going to believe me?

RABB:
Mac?

Harm, what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

This is ridiculous.
You can't interfere...

She didn't kill
De La Torre, Mac.

RABB:
Ensign De La Torre's body

was found about 20 yards

from an abandoned shack
on the pier.

You read me my Article 31 rights
so you could tell me that?

Chaplain, the only people
who knew that

were personnel with access
to the confidential case files.

They're the only ones who knew
that she had been murdered
behind the shack,

and that her body was
later moved.

The only people
except you, that is.

So, now you're saying
I did it?

First it was Luis, then Elisa,
and now it's me.

Who's next? The taxi driver
who dropped them off?

Oh, the driver didn't have
a reason to be behind
that shack at zero-one hundred.

-You did.
-Ensign De La Torre had to walk

by that shack on her way back
to the street.

She saw you there, didn't she?

Saw what you were doing.

No. I wasn't there.

Really? Your car was.

Hmm, talk about bad luck!

First you just happen to run
into a fellow Naval officer

while you're smoking crack
on the pier.

And then you get
a parking ticket.

No. No, it wasn't me.

We have a signed statement
from your dealer

stating that he sold you cocaine
that night,

and that you've been
a pretty regular customer
for the past two months.

Which is also how long
it's been since your last
random drug test.

I guess you figured
you'd get back in the program

before your number came up
again.

No. No, you're wrong.
Um...

no, that's not me.

That's not who I am.

Beware of false prophets
who come to you wearing
sheep's clothing,

for inwardly...
they are ravening wolves.

Let the wicked forsake his way

and return unto the Lord,
for He will have mercy upon him.

Oh, that's not true.
I've tried, I...

You don't know how hard.
You don't know
how many times I've...

Did you assault
Ensign De La Torre, Chaplain?

Did you kill her?

I can't sleep, I can't...
think... I can't...

I can't feel anything.

I'm sorry.

While I share some
of Commander Rainer's
misgivings

about the notion of good
and bad methods
for human destruction,

what I don't share is the belief
that illegal arms deals

funded by larceny is
a sensible solution.

It's clear there is
sufficient evidence

to show the accused committed
the offenses.

Therefore, I am recommending

they be disposed of
at a general court-martial.

This hearing is adjourned.

[ gavel pounds]

He's right.

But so was I.

Maybe, sir.

If you'd like, I could...

Plead it out, Lieutenant.
I made my point.

No sense taking this
any further.

Yes, sir.

Restitution,
dismissal with loss of benefits,

and a year confinement...

Suspended.

I don't know what to say.
Except thank you, ma'am, sir.

You're welcome.

Take care of yourself,
Petty Officer.

Yes, sir!

[ sighs]

He owes you more
than a thank you.

Why? I almost pinned
the murder on his wife.

You didn't give up, Mac.
You sensed something was wrong,

and you forced me to reconsider.

You know, it's amazing.
They've known each other

since the eighth grade,
and they still have secrets.

Don't we all?

Good night, sir.

Sir?

Night, Coates.

Sir, whatever happened
between you and Dr. Cavanaugh,

I'm sure it can be worked out.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

'Cause you won't tell me, sir.

Why would I?

Might make you feel better.

Coates, that's
the stupidest damn thing

I have ever heard you say.

Now, get the hell out
of my office,
and leave me alone.

[ sighs]