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[speaking Italian]

Inspector Pietro Gianinni, Interpol.

Excuse me. Mi scusi.

My English is not so good.

Oh, your English is fine, Inspector.

Commander Rabb, US Navy's Judge Advocate General's office.

Commander, it is a pity your visit to our beautiful city is for such an unhappy reason.

Another woman, Inspector?

Yes, a prostitute.

She was found here,

facing out the window, strangled.

Exactly as the other three victims.

[speaking Italian]

- Si, Inspector. -Grazie.

Here.

And you believe one of our people is involved?

I'm sorry to say we do, Commander.

We have usually very positive experience of your Navy,

but each of the victims

was last seen in the company of a US sailor in uniform.

And each of the murders occurred

while one of your warships was in port.

That ship, Commander.

[theme song plays]

[Chegwidden] Commander, it says in your file

that you took an FBI course in profiling

serial murderers?

[Manetti] Yes, sir.

Interpol has requested our help

with the investigation of a potential serial killer

aboard the USS Gillcrist.

How many murders have there been, sir?

Four so far. All prostitutes.

Commander Rabb was on his way back from the Seahawk.

I diverted him from Bahrain to Naples.

I'm sending you there to meet him.

Air Force C-17 leaves in two hours.

I want you on it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Is there a problem, Commander?

No, sir. It's just...

I've never actually, I mean...

I took one course, sir.

And profiling, sir... it's an art.

I have no idea whether or not I'll be able to do this.

Well, Commander, I don't have a choice.

The Gillcristleaves Naples in three days

and frankly, there is no one else in this office with any

-profiling experience. -I understand, sir.

Remember, Commander Rabb's conducted numerous

murder investigations. Just follow his lead.

That'll be all. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Congratulations, Lieutenant. On your safe return, ma'am.

-Is the Admiral in? -He's expecting you, Lieutenant.

May I take your overcoat, ma'am? Thank you.

Mazel tov, Lieutenant.

-And welcome back. -Commander.

How you getting along? You feeling all right?

If you're concerned about my health, Commander,

you needn't be. Excuse me.

[Chegwidden] Enter.

Lieutenant Singer reporting for duty, sir.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, if I may.

I know you're aware of my condition.

I am, and congratulations, and welcome home.

Since Colonel MacKenzie's

filling in as temporary JAG aboard the Seahawk

why don't you go ahead and use her office for now.

Sir, I'd like to make a request.

I have 30 days accumulated leave.

I'd like to take it, then get back to sea duty ASAP.

Well, there's no reason to rush the decision.

Truth be told, sir, my decision is already made.

My condition is only temporary.

I see.

Give Tiner your updated personnel data card,

and we'll talk. That'll be all.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

[Gianinni] Commander, are you sure you wouldn't rather

visit your hotel room before we start?

The Gillcristis scheduled

to get underway in three days.

If the killer is aboard,

we want to get him before she leaves, right?

No "if," Commander.

I'm certain the murderer is on that ship.

Well, according to the movement report for the Gillcrist,

she came through Gibraltar last spring.

Her first liberty port

was Barcelona, April 28.

29 April, between the ninth hour and midnight,

the first prostitute is killed.

Next port of call was Marseilles, May 5.

6 May, again a killing.

Sometime before midnight.

And then here in Naples, May 13.

That very same night, a third killing

-then nothing for six months. -That's the exact time

the Gillcristwas deployed to the Arabian sea.

She returned through the Suez Canal

arriving back here in Naples yesterday.

And last night, the murderer strikes again.

Can there be any doubt, Commander?

[grunting]

That's really great, sweetheart.

Yeah, it's just a start.

I've got a long way to go.

What do you mean?

Well, got the letter

from the physical evaluation board today.

They found me unfit for full duty.

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.

You know, we talked about this, Harriet.

It's not like it's a complete surprise.

[exhales deeply]

Hey, don't look so worried.

I'm going to exercise my right for a full formal hearing.

And you're going to make it.

What's wrong?

Lieutenant Singer... she returned today.

Say no more.

Well, it's not her.

It's her situation. That pregnancy.

Yeah, well, you know. Knowing Singer, she'll, uh, "have it taken care of."

That's what I'm worried about.

I'm afraid she's made a decision she's going to regret.

Well, it's her business, Harriet.

Nothing you can do.

I know.

I know.

[shower running]

[water turns off]

Commander...

Commander.

Good morning, sir.

-I'm sorry to startle you. -Am I in the wrong room?

No, this is your room. Mine wasn't ready, so I talked them into

giving me a hotel key just so I could shower.

I couldn't wait, and I know we don't have much time.

I'm sorry.

No, that's... that's fine, Commander.

I'm glad you're here.

I mean in Naples, not in the hotel room.

Although, I mean, you're certainly welcome to...

Do you need anything?

Just a little privacy, and I'll be ready to go, sir.

-Okay. -Sir?

-Yes? -Have you ever

worked with a profiler before?

Uh, no, this is, uh, my first time.

Maybe that's good.

No expectations I won't be able to live up to.

Why? You nervous?

Extremely.

Until you catch that guy, lives are at stake, sir.

Until wecatch the guy.

We're working as a team on this one.

I'm going to wait in the lobby, okay?

Ten minutes, sir.

Okay.

[Rabb] Inspector Gianinni...

Lieutenant Commander Tracy Manetti.

SignorinaManetti, the pleasure is all mine.

I had no idea the US Navy had such beautiful sailors.

[both speaking Italian]

[Rabb clears throat] Sorry to interrupt,

but the Gillcristgets underway in two days, so...

Of course. I'm sorry.

Apologies.

Is this all the physical evidence?

The autopsy reports, investigation records?

Yes. There is very few physical evidence.

Any body fluids, semen, saliva? Any hair?

-Nothing. There was no sex with the victims. -Defensive wounds?

Bruising on the body or skin under the fingernails?

There is no DNA evidence at all.

So, the women didn't see it coming.

And he cleaned them up afterwards,

which says he was highly organized.

I agree.

Most serial killers fit a basic profile.

Single white male, young, father absent from his life.

Usually distant from his mother,

a lack of a committed relationship with a woman.

What is it, sir?

Well, I was just thinking that, uh, could describe me.

You're too old to fit the profile, Commander.

Oh, well, I don't know whether to be insulted or relieved.

We need to find the element that sets this killer off.

His stressor.

You mean the thing that incites him to kill?

Yes.

What are these?

Wedding rings. All identical.

Found on the victims' fingers.

We assume they were placed there after they were killed.

Are you sure of this?

[Gianinni] None of the women were married.

-These do not belong to them. -Interesting.

The suspect is young, yet all the victims are older women.

To a single male, the wedding rings are symbolic of what?

Desire to possess, control.

Or just the opposite-- rejection of control.

Yes, of course.

He would resent being under the control of a female--

his mother, his wife.

-Or his commanding officer. -Sir?

The skipper of the USS Gillcristis a woman. Commander Amanda Waller.

Sounds like we might have our stressor, sir.

[woman] Let's not beat around the bush, Commander.

Two JAGs ask permission to come aboard and speak privately,

either I'm in trouble, or someone in my wardroom is,

-which is the same thing. -Negative, Commander.

-At least we don't think so. -Ship's company?

Four prostitutes have been murdered, each last seen

with a young, white, enlisted man in a Naval uniform

while the Gillcrist was in port.

A lot of ships in this battle group, Commander.

But I assume you've done the math.

JAG wouldn't have sent you all the way out here

-unless you were sure. -That's correct, ma'am.

We're sure enough to ask you to cooperate

in the investigation, Commander.

You're talking about a serial killer aboard my ship.

Of course I'll cooperate,

and I will pray to God you're wrong.

[Waller] I have 360 personnel on this ship.

Eliminate the officers, women, and people of color,

you are still looking at a lot of men, Commander

and we sail in less than 36 hours.

We realize that, Skipper.

We'll start the breakdown by duty section.

How many duty sections are you running here, ma'am?

There are four duty sections on a destroyer, Commander.

Sorry, ma'am, I haven't pulled sea duty yet.

One duty section stays on board at all times, in rotation.

Well, we'll need to obviously find the duty section

on liberty every time a murder took place.

You realize if you can't do that,

then the killer is not on my ship.

[Manetti] April 29...

Duty section 2 was on board.

May 6...

[Rabb] May 6...

duty section 1.

The 13th of May?

Thirteenth, duty section 3 was on board.

And the last murder took place the day before yesterday.

Duty section 2 again.

This makes duty section 4 on liberty

every time a murder took place.

Sorry, Skipper.

Well, that gets you down

to 55, 60 possible suspects.

We'll need to verify the whereabouts

of every crew member on liberty on those dates.

I'll have my department heads

start interviewing the men and checking alibis.

And I'll get you all the service records for duty section 4.

It might help to talk to someone

who's familiar with the sailors

in the duty section, ma'am.

That would be the duty section leader.

I will send him up.

And, um, please help yourself

to a steady supply of coffee.

Thanks.

Thank you.

[Singer] Are you still serving?

Actually, we're between breakfast and lunch,

but I'll see what I can do.

Fine. I'll have the Bo'sun's breakfast.

Two eggs over well, break the yolks.

I'll have white toast, bacon ham, link sausage -

don't bring me patties -

side of pancakes with Nutella, no syrup.

And bring me hot sauce and ketchup.

Got it. You need some juice?

Do I look like I need juice?

-One water. -No ice.

I'll bring it out to you.

Looking for sublets?

It's not the personals.

Is there a reason why you're here?

I just thought you might like to talk. That's all.

About?

It seems that you're in a position

where you're having to make a decision.

There's no decision. It's simple.

I'm not content to stay a Lieutenant, Lieutenant.

I know that you are very committed

to your career in the Navy

but a child won't end all that.

And would it be so bad if you got to the top

and then you had somebody there to share it with?

I know exactly what I want, Lieutenant,

and I know exactly how to get it. End of story.

No links, we only have patties.

Sorry for any inconvenience.

Can I get you anything?

[Sims] No, I'm good. Thank you.

Oh, there's ice in my water!

[sighs]

I'm just saying, Loren, that a child is a gift.

And you might think really hard about keeping it.

Petty Officer Marshall,

you're the Duty Section Leader for section 4.

Have a seat.

We're interested in personnel who fit

a specific profile.

This group in particular.

Unmarried white males under the age of 25

known to go with prostitutes.

Am I allowed to know why, sir?

Not at the moment, Petty Officer. We're also interested

in sailors whose whereabouts cannot be verified on these dates

between the hours of 2100 and midnight.

Uh, I don't know about the second part, sir.

And these dates; last spring?

It'll be pretty hard to find anybody

who remembers back that far.

Understood. Just do the best you can, all right?

When do you need to know, sir?

Uh, the day before yesterday.

That'll be all.

Aye, aye, sir.

Say we narrow it down

to a dozen or so suspects.

Now, what are we looking for then?

Behavioral patterns.

Anti-social, anti-authoritarian, prone to violence.

And he drinks-- heavily at times--

binge drinking, but only after the killings,

definitely not before or during.

He's too meticulous to let himself go

until he's completed every detail

of his fantasy scenario.

Why does he pose them in a chair

where they appear to be looking out the window

at his ship in the harbor?

Maybe he enjoys the idea that once he's back on board,

he could see them.

Or they could see him.

We have to get inside his fantasy.

If we knew why he does it the way he does,

we'd be a lot closer to knowing who he is.

[knocking]

Enter.

Good evening. Commander,

we have narrowed it down to two suspects

with Petty Officer Marshall's help.

[Manetti] Both are known to drink heavily on occasion,

have histories of brawling,

and come from broken homes.

Petty Officer Lester Petrosky.

He wouldn't be my first choice.

I know this one well.

Petty Officer Benjamin Holt.

Uncooperative, not well suited to the service. A loner.

He thinks he's smarter than everybody else.

He may be right. Serial killers often exhibit

a higher-than-average intelligence.

We'll need to interview the two of them when they come off liberty.

You won't have to wait that long for Petty Officer Holt.

I had him at Captain's Mast this morning.

He was drunk onshore

and took a swing at a Master-At-Arms.

Shore Patrol brought him back to the ship.

He's confined to quarters, Commander.

[man] Yes, sir, I understand my rights.

Look, I, uh... I made a mistake, sir.

I admit it: I had a few too many on liberty.

Well, according to Shore Patrol,

you had a few too many

in your back pocket, Petty Officer.

Tried to smuggle a flask aboard ship.

Smuggling liquor is a serious offense, Petty Officer.

Why'd you need a drink so badly?

I guess maybe I just needed to blow off steam, ma'am.

Like I said, I made a mistake.

Do you have a girlfriend back home, Petty Officer?

Not at the moment, Commander.

According to your records, your father's deceased.

Yes, sir.

Do you stay in touch with your mother?

I don't see my mother much, sir... being at sea.

Your father was a sailor, is that right?

That's correct, ma'am.

You see him much growing up?

I think we can pretty much rule out

the Ozzie and Harriet home life,

if that's what you're getting at, ma'am.

Your duty section leader says you've been known

to favor bars frequented by prostitutes.

Is that a fair statement?

Personally, I think what happens between consenting adults

is private... sir.

Where were you the night before last

between the hours of 2100 and 2330?

Club Vesuvio, sir.

A watering hole near the port.

I got drunk.

I stayed drunk.

That is why I'm here, right?

Why you two are talking to me?

Unless I've misconstrued our conversation, Commander.

That will be all for now, Petty Officer.

Oh, one last thing...

Would you consent to giving a blood sample?

I guess I'd have to know why you want it, sir

before I could answer that question.

You going to court-martial me over half a flask of hooch

and a scuffle on the beach, sir?

Well, I guess I need defense counsel.

You up for the job, ma'am?

So what do you think?

What do you think, sir?

Well... I think if we have Interpol

take a picture of Petty Officer Holt

around to the Club Vesuvio

and the hotels where the murders took place,

I think we'll have our man.

He doesn't match up to one part of the profile, sir.

The way he reacted to the blood sample.

The man we're looking for is meticulous.

He didn't leave any DNA at any crime scene.

There's no reason for him to be afraid of a blood sample.

Yeah, but would he be sure?

I think he'd be confident.

He'd have anticipated the question

and been prepared for it.

Maybe.

He was hiding something.

I agree with you, Commander.

I just don't think we have our man.

Well, if you're right, we're down to one suspect--

Petty Officer Petrosky,

and he's out there right now,

somewhere.

[crowd talking]

[horns honking]

[Italian music playing]

-Tonight we work late, huh? -Unavoidable, Inspector.

-Commander. -Buona sera, Ispettore.

And this is Master Chief Proctor.

Inspector Pietro Gianinni at your service.

Nice to meet you.

You have not been so lucky, then, so far, huh?

We have two suspects; one promising.

I think he may be the killer.

Though Commander Manetti disagrees.

-A woman's intuition, is it, huh? -Something like that.

[Rabb] The other is still on liberty.

The Master Chief here is the Command Master Chief aboard the ship.

He's agreed to help us find him.

His name is Petty Officer Lester Petrosky.

I have copies of his service photo.

You can pass those out.

You believe he is, perhaps, here?

Or somewhere near the waterfront?

He's around here somewhere.

But I'll tell you one thing: he's not a murderer.

[Rabb] He is, however, unaccounted for

during the hours the last murder took place.

[Manetti] And the Master Chief agrees

that he could have been with a prostitute at the time.

[Proctor] Which proves nothing, ma'am.

He's a big tough kid from West Virginia.

But he's not mean, and he wouldn't hurt a woman.

I will have these pictures distributed in the area.

If he is here, someone will see him.

No doubt, we will find him soon.

[Proctor] Oh, we'll find him.

A boy his size can't exactly hide out in a crowd.

[Turner] Come on. Finish it. Finish it.

One last stroke.

Fourteen laps in eight minutes.

You're an aquatic animal, Lieutenant.

Lost a little bit of my kick.

You're going to pass your Physical Readiness Test

with flying colors.

Strength, training, flexibility... you got it.

All except one thing, sir.

-What's that? -Endurance.

I saw plenty of endurance today.

Well, sir, that's... that's in the water.

We already talked about this, Bud.

You don't have to run to pass the PRT.

Sir, I'm not interested in just meeting requirements.

I have to be as good as the next guy.

And the next guy is going to be on his feet running.

Your wife will kill me, Lieutenant.

She kills me at least three times a day,

and I'm still standing.

Sort of.

[chuckles]

All right, all right.

I'll start running you around the track.

But we're going to go slow.

That's a given, sir.

All right, let's go.

[Rabb] You're sure we're looking the right place, Master Chief?

[Proctor] He's a country boy.

He doesn't speak a word of Italian.

He won't get far from his buddies

and when I spot one of them...

Is it possible he got in trouble, ended up in jail?

-It's possible. -You want me to check that out, Commander?

As soon as you tell me we've come up dry.

[speaking Italian]

Excuse me, signore, may I have a word with you?

-Well, who the hell are you? -I'm Inspector Gianinni with Interpol.

I wanted to know if you...

[yelling]

[sailor] Hey, Lester!

[horns honking]

Petrosky!

Petrosky!

[tires screech]

Petrosky, halt!

-Petrosky, halt! -Master Chief?

Stand where you are, sailor.

What's going, Master Chief?

You're in trouble, son.

Don't make it any worse.

He's all yours, Commander.

-[doorbell rings] -Coming.

Hey. Come in.

Mommy, is that the wicked witch?

Sweetie, can you just wait for me in your room?

-Okay. -Thank you.

We were just watching The Wizard of Oz.

It's not important. Let... I'll get you some tea.

Oh, I won't be staying that long.

I just came to ask you a question.

Okay.

Why do you care what I do or don't do?

We're not friends. You don't even like me.

I think that's a bit strong.

Although, not totally off base.

Lauren, I know what it's like to lose a child.

This is different.

You want children.

And maybe you think you don't.

Giving up this child

might be the easiest thing in the world right now.

But sometimes, it not what you do that's hard,

it's living with it afterwards.

It's living with it forever, and things change, Lauren.

Not necessarily for the better.

I mean, look at you.

Your husband crippled...

And I am there for him

just like he is there for me.

Uh-huh.

Look, there's another reason I came.

To say goodbye.

Oh?

I'm taking 30 days' leave to sort things out.

Well, I'm really glad you came by.

Take care.

You, too.

[Rabb] Did you enjoy your liberty, Petty Officer?

Wh... what do you mean, sir?

Did you have any fun, Petty Officer, with women?

Why are you asking me this, ma'am?

Just answer the question.

I was with a woman tonight.

Is there something wrong with that, sir?

I mean, I paid her, just like you're supposed to.

Tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

What about Tuesday night?

Uh... I don't know. I was drunk.

What happened before you got drunk, Petty Officer?

Before? Uh...

Nothing. Uh... I started drinking as soon as I got there.

Go on.

Well, I didn't know what kind of place it was.

And my buddies told me, they said, "Take her. She likes you."

But I didn't know that...

[sobbing] If I hadn't been so drunk,

it never would have happened in the first place.

It wasn't my fault.

What are you saying, Petty Officer?

That you didn't mean it to end up the way it did?

Of course not. I'm not like that, I swear.

It was disgusting. I didn't...

Is that why you cleaned her up afterwards?

Her? It... it wasn't a her, sir.

I'm sorry I beat him up

but what he did to me, that just wasn't right--

pretending to be a girl and all.

You were with a transvestite

on Tuesday night?

Yes, sir. You should have seen her, sir.

I mean, you could have knocked me back with a lick of spit,

and then I just went crazy when I found out.

I took off before any police showed up.

Your alibi doesn't pan out, Petty Officer.

Bartender at the Club Vesuvio

doesn't remember seeing you until after midnight.

He was busy slinging drinks, sir. I was at a back table.

We tracked down the other sailors in your section.

They say you all went into town together,

but you took off and disappeared

until you showed up at the club at 0015.

They remember wrong, ma'am.

Yeah, well, sooner or later,

we're going to find the one witness

who remembers seeing you leave with the girl.

[sighs] If I talk, will it make any difference?

You mean, could you use it as mitigation before the court?

Yes, it might help.

[sighs]

It was crazy.

I... I just...

I just kind of, um... snapped.

I swear, I've never done anything like this before.

What happened?

She was pretty.

She smiled at me... and I thought she liked me.

So I waited till the place closed,

and I followed her into the alley.

I tried to talk to her, but...

she just started slapping at me.

I was angry.

I... I know that's no excuse.

And then things...

got out of hand.

What did you do, exactly?

You know how it goes, sir.

I thought she wanted it.

You... you... you raped her?

Yes, sir.

What I'm trying to say is that I didn't

mean to force the issue.

I just figured she liked it a little rough.

Who was this girl?

A waitress...

at this cafe.

I'm ashamed of what I've done, sir.

Was she alive when you left?

Yes, sir.

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

I didn't kill her.

I didn't kill anyone.

Yasmin, this is Commander Rabb

and Commander Manetti of the United States Navy.

Hello.

Yasmin has confirmed Benjamin Holt's story.

She was first afraid to report the rape.

My parents... they would not understand, I thought.

She has now made a formal complaint.

Her mother supports her in this.

We're so sorry this has happened.

[Rabb] You've done the right thing, Yasmin.

Petty Officer Holt's admitted his guilt,

and the Navy will ship him home.

-He will be punished. -Yes.

We first need you to confirm the identification, though.

Will I have to see him again?

[Manetti] We're afraid so.

Just for a moment.

[sniffling]

Yes. That is him.

[sobbing]

The profiling didn't work, sir.

Don't beat yourself up about it, Tracy.

If your profile was correct, Petty Officer Holt is not the serial killer.

But somebody is, and he's still on that ship.

This is what I've been afraid of, sir.

The Gillcristgets underway in seven hours.

Four women are dead,

and we're no closer to the murderer

than we were when we started.

I'm taking Yasmin home now.

Are there any other leads?

-Not at this time. -I see.

-And the ship-- its next port of call? -Monaco.

I will notify our Interpol office in Monte Carlo.

I fear I will have to see you there again.

If we have to.

Good-bye.

It has been my pleasure, Commander.

Ispettore.

[Rabb] So, tell me, Commander

what compelled you to takew a course in profiling?

I took the course because I owed something to the dead.

I was a public defender right out of law school.

One of my cases was John Wesley Kemper.

He killed 29 women, but was arrested for only three of them.

That didn't keep him from telling me about them all.

He relished my horror, enjoyed my disgust.

I remember him. He showed the authorities

where the bodies were buried.

Did you convince him to do that?

In return for no death penalty

and certain privileges in prison.

In short, I made a deal for the devil

and made sure that the rest of his life

was as comfortable as possible.

Well, as his attorney that was your job.

Then I joined up.

My daddy had served. I wanted to.

And after Kemper, I needed to.

When the Navy started sending people

to the FBI's Behavioral Sciences course,

I applied.

To repay the dead?

Commander Rabb.

-Commander Manetti. -Petty Officer.

-Finally taking a little liberty yourself, huh? -Yes, sir.

We appreciate all your hard work, Petty Officer.

Certainly, ma'am. Did you find what you were looking for?

-We're still looking. -If I can be of any more assistance, sir.

Of course, we are shipping out soon.

Looks like somebody's worried

that you're squandering your liberty

talking to us, Petty Officer.

We were just married this year.

Ellen tries to meet me

in as many liberty ports as she can.

I guess Naples is a popular spot.

Ellen and a couple of the other guys' wives got together.

They're touring around the Med

while our ship's on deployment.

[Manetti] I think it's best

you deploy back to your wife, Petty Officer.

Looks like she wants a long goodbye.

Yes, ma'am. Commander Rabb.

Commander Manetti.

Petty Officer.

What is it, sir?

What if the profiling did work, after all?

But it didn't, sir.

[Rabb] We made an assumption, Commander.

We assumed the killer was on board ship

when she made port.

What if he wasn't?

What if he just met the ship at every port?

It shouldn't be too hard to find a dependent

who came to every city.

Come on, Commander. This guy hasn't got away from us yet.

[Rabb] Skipper, we'll need to interview

some other crew members

specifically those who've had dependents

meet the ship at the last four ports of call.

But we have verified the whereabouts

of every other member of duty section 4.

All are accounted for.

Affirmative, Commander.

We eliminated the sailors ,

but not their dependents.

The profile indicated that we're looking for a young white male.

We may be off on the assumption that he was on board this ship.

We now believe it's either a spouse or a boyfriend.

Anyone who met the ship on the dates

the murders were committed.

According to your records ,

there are 25 female sailors on board.

That narrows it down.

What is it, Captain?

You forgot about me, Commander.

There are 26 female sailors aboard this ship.

[Manetti] But we checked your file, Commander.

Your husband died some years ago, if I'm not mistaken.

Have you remarried?

No. No, I'm a widow

but I... have a stepson, Peter ,

from my husband's first marriage.

Um... Peter has had some problems in the past

with anger...

violent behavior.

But he's had treatment.

He's gotten his life together.

He's visited you-- met the ship while it was in port?

He's studying in Europe.

He called me in Barcelona the day we arrived.

He wanted to see me. I didn't...

I didn't really have that much time for him right then.

He was angry, but...

Do you think it's possible

he visited the other ports?

It's possible.

I...

I know one way to find out.

He said he'd run out of money

and asked me if I could give him one of my credit cards.

You think he's capable of this?

He's had the best therapy and treatment I could afford.

I'm afraid your profile may not be that off at all.

[knocking]

-Peter Waller? -Yes.

I'm Commander Rabb, Peter.

This is Lieutenant Commander Manetti.

If you're looking for my stepmother ,

she's aboard the Gillcrist.

Actually, we wanted to talk to you, Peter.

-May we come in? -Why?

Excuse me. Why not.

Tell me, what's this about?

We're with the Judge Advocate General's office

in Washington, Peter.

Am I missing something?

I'm not in the Navy.

Is Amanda in some sort of trouble?

Peter, the Navy believes that a sailor under your mother's command

has been murdering women in the ports of call

the Gillcristhas visited.

Hmm, really?

She never mentioned that to me.

-Isn't that surprising? -Not really.

She and I don't usually pick up the phone to chat.

You spoke to her in Barcelona, Peter.

But not in Marseilles or Naples, though you were there.

We checked the credit card records.

I like to travel. She pays for it.

We've drawn up a profile of the killer.

Would you like to hear it?

Sure.

He's smart...

but not as smart as he thinks he is.

-Most people aren't. -He thinks he's good-looking ,

but women don't find him attractive.

They're not interested in him.

Is that why he kills them?

[Rabb] No, it's not quite that simple, Peter.

We don't know why, but he's done it four times ,

and he's gotten good at it.

He knows and takes what he needs

with him everywhere.

Ropes to tie them up with ,

gloves, cleaning supplies.

His murder kit.

He's not really a sailor, though, is he, Peter?

How would I know?

But he's got a uniform, doesn't he?

[Rabb] Looks like you're getting ready to check out.

Mind if I take a look through your luggage?

You got a search warrant?

Well, Peter, actually, I don't need one.

We're not in the United States ,

and the room is registered in your mother's name.

She's given her consent.

[all grunting]

I'll kill her. I'll do-- [grunts]

[grunting]

You okay?

Better call Inspector Gianinni.

[Manetti] Woman lost her husband now her stepson.

Thank you, Commander.

I don't know how you can get past something like this.

Well, I don't know if you'll ever get past it.

The Skipper has 360 men and women

looking to her for leadership.

She'll rise to the challenge.

Duty requires it.

All engines ahead one-third.

Right standard rudder.

[man] All engines ahead one-third.

Right standard rudder, aye.

Steady up on new course, two-seven-three degrees.

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