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Where's the officer
of the watch, chief?

Nature called, ma'am.
If you want, I'll get him.

Not necessary.

Kind of late
to be going on liberty, lieutenant.

I just got off mid-watch.

Well, I didn't figure Mr. Holbarth
would stick you with that, ma'am.

I mean, he usually reserves midnight
to 4 for sailors needing motivating.

- You're on watch, chief.
- Well, I'm single, lieutenant.

Wouldn't be fair having a married chief
stand watch her first weekend in port.

- Request permission to leave the ship.
- Very well, ma'am.

How much
are they paying you, chief?

A hundred bucks a watch.

Sorry, chief.

Must have been all that fresh fruit
that we got onboard.

It usually happens to me
after a long deployment.

- Too much fresh fruit?
- No, too much booze on liberty.

Mr. Roberts.

Has Lieutenant Schonke
gone ashore?

- No, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Well, which is it?
- She just signed out, lieutenant.

- Where were you, Mr. Roberts?
- I was in the head, sir.

Nobody leaves without the officer
of the watch giving permission.

- I know, sir, but...
- Ensign Roberts

was indisposed, lieutenant,

and I was acting
officer of the watch, sir.

- Permission to leave the ship.
- Very well, sir.

Mr. Roberts,

I have observed
in my 17 years in the Navy,

that some of her officers
are full of horse puckey.

We get eggs and pancakes
on the ship, chief.

I don't know why you wanna
pay for them in a diner.

Mr. Roberts, if you have to ask that
after six months at sea,

I can't explain it to you.

Isn't that Lieutenant Schonke?

- Oh, my God.
- Mr. Roberts, don't touch anything.

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.

Dear Harm,

two weeks out in heavy seas
and I'm not the least bit seasick,

but my bunkmate,
Lieutenant Sarah Williams,

is begging me
to put her out of her misery.

I guess all those sailors
in my gene pool is the difference.

And don't you dare
make a pun out of that.

I'm writing this by moonlight.

In the trattoria below,
a violin is playing Vivaldi.

It's so romantic I could die.

Why am I on liberty
in Capri with Sarah,

instead of a tall, dark,
handsome Italian?

Hey.

You forgot?

The Lieutenant Murphy
court-martial.

Yeah, you were gonna fix dinner
and we'd lay out the case.

Sorry, Mac.
Look, can I have a rain check?

Oh, very funny.

No, seriously. Something's come up,
I was just leaving.

Look, I'll grab my jacket,
I'll walk you to your car.

An old shipmate of mine's in town
just for the evening.

Haven't seen him in years.

We're gonna get together...

...and have a drink.

No wonder you looked like
you'd seen a ghost when we first met.

This could be me.

Not really.

- Come on, Mac, I gotta get going.
- To meet a friend?

A shipmate.

With a weapon?

Talk to me, Harm.

You only look like Diane, Mac.

Your personalities are as different
as night and day.

We met at the Academy.

After graduation I went to flight school,
she went to crypto.

Pursuing separate careers,
we missed more than we connected.

It happens.

Two years ago,

she was coming back
after six months of sea duty.

We were gonna get together,

for a week
up in her parents' cabin in Maine.

Talk about the future.

- Our future.
- What happened?

She was murdered.

All right, you know the drill.
Usual search for a murder weapon.

I want everything checked.

Check the bushes, the dumpsters,
the trash cans.

Check everything.

Get a couple of divers
off of that pier.

Have them check around the carrier.
That's where I'd have dumped it.

Lookie, lookie, lookie. JAG.

Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

- This is Lieutenant JG Austin.
- I can read rank, Mr. Rabb.

Well, I didn't mean to imply
that you couldn't, sir.

You think? Brian Turkey.
NCIS agent aboard the Seahawk.

Well, we're looking forward
to working with you, Agent Turkey.

It's Turkey. But that's okay.

I heard about you, commander.
JAG's hotshot investigator.

Just remember,
this murder happened on my turf.

Anything you come up with, I get.

- And anything you come up with?
- I get that too.

What have you got so far,
Agent Turkey?

White female.
Shot twice in the chest at close range.

She was the crypto officer onboard.
Lieutenant Diane Schonke.

Any witnesses?

The victim was a girlfriend
of Commander Rabb's?

An Academy classmate.

NCIS is demanding to have him
removed from the investigation.

- Demanding?
- Yes, sir.

Specifically, the investigator
onboard the Seahawk.

An Agent Turkey.

Turkey? You're kidding me.

No, sir.

And I thought Chegwidden
was bad.

He's demanding
that Lieutenant Commander Rabb

be removed
from the investigation, sir.

Nobody pulls a JAG officer
off an investigation except me or God,

and he hasn't asked.

Well, technically, this Turkey...

His life in high school
must have been hell.

Oh, I'm sure it was, sir.

Anyway, as I was saying,
technically, this...

...NCIS agent has jurisdiction.

- You have a solution?
- Yes, sir.

I take point
in the JAG investigation.

Alison, you're a hell of a prosecutor,
but you're not a murder investigator.

I would be with Commander Rabb
as my assistant.

I admit it's walking
the ethical tightrope.

But it would combine his skills
with my judgement,

which is free
of his emotional entanglement.

Do it.

- You have a devious mind, Alison.
- Thank you, sir.

Everybody knew
Commander Krennick had her sights

set on the admiral's chair.

And you.

Bud said you threw her more red
lights than the Beltway at rush hour.

Bud has loose lips.

I understand Krennick
was quite a temptress.

Well, Mac,

I wouldn't get involved with a superior
officer any more than you would.

More coffee?

No, thanks.

So Commander Krennick
took over the investigation?

Flew in that afternoon.

Made it very clear
she was running the investigation,

by having me follow
a polite two steps to the rear.

Even excluded me
from interrogating a prime suspect.

Lieutenant Lamm.

Why'd you run after her?

We were supposed to meet
for dinner tonight.

Hard to believe it happened
less than 24 hours ago.

- You had a dinner date?
- Yes.

You're here to observe, lieutenant.
Not question.

You were saying?

I ran after Diane because
I didn't have her shore phone number

and we hadn't decided
where to meet for dinner.

- Did you catch up to her?
- No, never saw her.

Were you
and Lieutenant Schonke lovers?

Just good friends.

Really? Interesting.

How long did you know
Lieutenant Schonke?

A little over two months.

She joined us late
in the deployment.

Replaced a crypto officer
whose wife was killed in a car crash.

And you were officer
of the deck last night, commander?

That's correct.

That's unusual, isn't it, sir?
The exec standing watch?

Oh, I suppose so.

But we'd just docked
after six months at sea.

Most of the ship's crew
was on leave.

With the skipper
called to Washington,

I had to stay onboard anyway,
so I decided to stand a watch.

And Lieutenant Schonke
was junior officer of the deck?

During the mid-watch, yes.

And Lieutenant Lamm?

He was communications officer
during the mid-watch.

Commander Holbarth,

where did those officers
stand their watches?

Lieutenant Lamm
in the Comm Room.

Lieutenant Schonke
was right here on the bridge.

In port, watches are usually stood
on the quarterdeck,

but since it was our first night in dock,
I decided to stand it.

- Here.
- Sir.

So Lieutenant Schonke
was here with you, sir?

Yes, the junior officer of the deck
is the officer of the deck's assistant.

Gave you four hours to chat.

About the ship, commander.

We may be tied to a dock,

but there were dozens of situations
which required my attention.

There was little time for chitchat.

Did you notice anything odd
in her behaviour, sir?

She seemed anxious
to get the watch over

and get ashore,
but everyone did.

Was anybody
unusually interested in her?

- Yes.
- Who?

- I don't know.
- Oh, come on, lieutenant.

Diane told me she felt someone
was always watching her.

Stalking her?

Well, of course someone
was always watching her.

There were 5,000 men on this ship
and she was a beautiful woman.

You think
she was being paranoid?

No.

And why is that, lieutenant?

Because she was murdered.

Was Lamm lying
about Diane being stalked?

He'd lied about having a date
with her that Saturday.

She was on her way
to spend the week with me.

Did you confront him with that?

No. Krennick didn't want me
to tip him off.

She wanted to gather
more evidence first.

And to build her case.
It's what you'd normally do.

But you didn't want
to take him to trial, did you?

You wanted to kill him.

Did you love her that much?

I didn't realise how much
until she was gone.

That's always the way, isn't it?

Not always.

I don't know which is worse.

Killing for someone you love
or dying for them.

Mac, I didn't mean
to open that wound.

Do you hold it against me
for looking like Diane?

Of course not.

Then don't apologise for saying
something that reminded me of Dalton.

Did Agent Turkey think
Lieutenant Lamm did it?

I don't know
what he was thinking.

He seemed more interested in getting
rid of me than solving the murder.

Sorry I'm late. I was going over
the leave and liberty rosters.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Harm?

Sorry, sir. I'm Sarah Williams,
Diane's bunkmate.

I wasn't informed
they'd found you.

If you're done consoling the lieutenant,
I have some questions.

Sorry, sir.
I just know how close they were.

It's nothing
to apologise for, Sarah.

How close were they,
lieutenant?

She spoke of Harm...

...Commander Rabb, often.

They'd been friends
since the Academy.

Did she have any other friends?

You mean was she involved
in a romantic relationship?

Yes.

- If only for a night.
- None that I knew of.

- Was she gay?
- No, Diane was not gay.

But if she were, wouldn't that
constitute a romantic relationship?

How do you explain
a sexually attractive

young female at sea
with thousands of men

having no romantic contacts?

It's against Navy regs.
Although she did get hit on a lot.

By who?

Lieutenant Lamm.

He's one of those officers
who doesn't get the word

no matter how many times
the Navy puts it out.

You have no idea how difficult it is
escorting a civilian on a tour

of the flight deck
during flight ops.

- That's flight operations.
- Got it.

Everyone's wearing helmets
and earplugs.

The only way that you can
communicate is by using hand signals.

So I came up with, like,
this little system, right?

Where it's sort of like
the symbols on the road signs

where the first time you see them
you understand them, like:

- Follow me?
- Or:

- Watch your step?
- Right.

- Or:
- Look right?

Look left. Stop.

Try this one.

Mark your territory?

No, sir. No.

Shake a leg? Hurry up?

Yes, ma'am.

Would you excuse us,
Mr. Roberts?

Did I do something wrong, sir?

No, I'd just like to speak
to the lieutenant privately.

Oh, sorry. Yes, sir.

I'll... I'm on my way.

- What's up?
- Lamm was harassing Diane.

She complained
to Commander Holbarth.

Why didn't he say anything
when you questioned him?

That's what Krennick's
going to find out.

I knew something wasn't right

when Lamm said Schonke told him
that she was being stalked.

Because he was the stalker.

- He left the ship, you know.
- What?

He went ashore
to grab some lunch.

He'll be back at 1400
to stand his watch.

- Harm, don't do it.
- He may be fleeing!

If he is,
we'll get a warrant. Harm.

Why didn't you tell us
Lieutenant Schonke

complained of being harassed
by Lieutenant Lamm?

It wasn't a formal complaint.

You didn't report it.

No.

Commander,
it's a violation of Navy regs

for a superior officer to ignore reports
of sexual harassment.

- Formal or informal.
- I know, I know.

But Lieutenant Schonke
emphasised

that Lieutenant Lamm
hadn't overtly harassed her.

She said that it was borderline
and she wanted me to talk to him

before she had to make it official.

- This could end my career, couldn't it?
- It isn't gonna help it.

You should have protected yourself,
commander.

Lieutenant Lamm
was a good officer.

I didn't want anything official
marring his record.

Did you follow up
with Lieutenant Schonke?

Yeah, several days later.
She said he'd stopped speaking to her

except as necessary
in the performance of duties.

- He started stalking her instead.
- What?

Lieutenant Lamm and Williams
claim the victim

said someone was stalking her.

No, no, no.
She never reported that to me.

I'd have acted on it if she did.

And why would she tell
Lieutenant Lamm?

Probably didn't want to ruin
his career either.

It was her way of warning him
to stop stalking her.

Being nice
may have cost her her life.

So then I explained it to him
and he still didn't get it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Do you want some?

- What can I get for you, commander?
- Just coffee.

May I help you, sir?

You're one of the JAG officers
investigating the murder, aren't you?

She didn't deserve
to die like that.

She didn't deserve to die at all.

I know. Of course not.

- That was a stupid thing for me to say.
- Damn stupid.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir,
I have a watch to...

Sit down, lieutenant.

Walk away.

Why did you run after Diane
at 4 in the morning?

It's in my statement.

I didn't think
she'd leave the ship so soon

after going off mid-watch.

We'd had a date
for Saturday night,

and I didn't have
her shore phone number.

What a coincidence. Diane and I
had a date on Saturday night.

You knew her?

So how could you have a date with her
when I did, Mr. Lamm?

I...

I didn't. I was hoping to get one.

- So you lied in your statement?
- Hey, I didn't kill her.

- You stalked her.
- That wasn't me.

I told the enquiry
she was being stalked.

You were the one who told the enquiry
you had a date with her too.

It was somebody else, I swear.

You sexually harassed her,
didn't you?

I may have told
a few off-colour jokes...

- When she reported you to the XO...
- What?

...you started stalking her.
- No.

You lying son of a bitch.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Commander, no. No!
- You killed Diane!

If he did,
this isn't gonna prove it, sir.

This is just gonna get you
court-martialed.

Consider yourself
restricted to the ship, lieutenant.

- Escort him back onboard, chief.
- Aye, sir.

And then report my assault
to the XO.

What assault, sir?

I didn't kill Diane,

but I can understand
how someone in love with her feels.

Let's go, chief.

You went into that diner thinking
Lieutenant Lamm killed Diane.

But after you confronted him,
you weren't so sure, were you?

But I still suspected him.

But you were beginning
to have doubts. Reasonable doubts.

Maybe.

Good thing you didn't go
into that diner with a weapon.

You could have killed
an innocent man.

I didn't say Lieutenant Lamm
was innocent. I said I had doubts.

Give me the weapon, Mac.

It's probably not
your only weapon anyway.

What happened next?

I gotta go.

Oh, come on, Harm.
You owe me the rest of the story.

- Why?
- Because.

Because has never been
a valid reason for anything, Mac.

You don't tell a joke
and not deliver the punch line.

Well, I'm not telling a joke.

Now, do you want me
to lock you in or out?

Then tell me
because I'm your partner.

That's why
I'm not going to tell you, Mac.

Harm, I don't want to see you
take a life and throw away yours.

You don't know
what I'm gonna do.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

What happened after you slugged
Lieutenant Lamm?

Krennick's coming on to me
wasn't about sex.

It was about power.

I was the hothead in JAG
and represented a potential rival.

So she tried to use sex
to control you.

A very masculine approach.

Well, that's a very
feminine assumption.

Touch�.

And when Krennick heard
I slugged Lamm,

it was the perfect excuse
she needed to get rid of me.

- Ma'am.
- Sailor.

I guess the word's out.

Did you think
slugging a junior officer

in a crowded hash house
would go unnoticed?

Lt'll headline the next issue
of the Navy Times.

"JAG officer assaults suspect
in carrier murder."

Is Turkey charging Lamm?

He didn't have the evidence
to warrant it.

He harassed her, he stalked her,

and he chased after her
the night she was murdered.

The victim told
Commander Holbarth

that she thought Lieutenant Lamm
might harass her.

Lt. Williams said the victim
didn't know who was stalking...

- Stop calling her the victim.
- Watch it, commander.

If I were you,
I'd toughen my hide.

Otherwise, you're gonna
look like a fool.

- No smoking.
- Stuff it.

You'll have to stand
captain's mast.

And he said he wasn't
going to file a complaint.

He isn't. I am.

Damage control.
I need to disassociate myself from you.

Captain's mast
could end my career.

Better yours than mine.

You meant that.

I'm not gonna throw away
my career

because you're pining over
your Academy sweetheart.

You're jealous.

Of a dead woman?
I don't think so.

Besides, you've made it perfectly clear
that we have no personal future.

Alison, don't do this.

If I don't report you,
Agent Turkey will make sure

that the Seahawk's skipper does
when he returns on Monday.

That will give me 36 hours
to find who killed Diane.

- You'll need a confession.
- I'll get it.

Just don't beat it out of him.

I can't believe you've been hunting
a killer for two years

and I knew nothing about it.

You never kept
a secret from me?

Did Commander Krennick
put you on report?

- I was the least of Krennick's worries.
- What happened?

She was being stalked
by Diane's killer.

Hello?

Hello, is somebody there?

- You okay, ma'am?
- No, somebody's after me.

- I didn't find anyone, ma'am.
- Well, he was there just a second ago.

I can have the area swept, ma'am.

But if someone was down there,
he's gone by now.

What do you mean if?
Somebody was after me.

Yes, ma'am.
If you say so, ma'am.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

Not your fault, sir.
I'm a little edgy.

- Well, it's understandable.
- Gangway.

Sorry, sir. Ma'am.

What's going on,
gunnery sergeant?

Someone was stalking
Commander Krennick.

She believes
it was Lt. Lamm,

and he hasn't been seen
since reporting back to the ship.

- Did you check his quarters?
- On my way there now, sir.

Lieutenant Lamm
committed suicide?

That's what
Commander Krennick

and Agent Turkey
concluded in their report.

The investigating board
concurred.

Hard not to when you have
a suicide note

admitting to sexual harassment,
stalking and murder.

But you didn't buy it?

Lamm didn't
commit suicide, Mac.

He was murdered
by Diane's killer.

Whom you intend to kill.

Harm, wait.

- Make your case.
- Mac.

Come on, hotshot,
make your case.

If you are so damn sure
that Commander Krennick

and Agent Turkey were wrong,
then prove it.

I can't prove it in a court of law.

Do you see a judge or jury in here?
Prove it to me.

If I tell you,
you'll be an accessory.

I'm already an accessory.

I'm obligated to report
that you intend to kill someone.

Speculation, counsellor.

Do you think the admiral will buy that
if you pull the trigger tonight?

How do you know that Lieutenant
Lamm didn't commit suicide?

The suicide note
was written on a computer.

The keys were smudged.
There were no fingerprints.

The killer wrote the note.

He could have written it,
smudged the keys as he typed.

He was killed with a Navy-issue
9 mm Beretta.

Diane was killed with a.38,
which was never found.

Lamm could have owned a.38
and tossed it after the murder.

Lamm was left-handed, Mac.

You don't shoot yourself with your
right hand if you're left-handed.

Did Krennick
and Turkey know that?

- It wasn't in their report.
- When did you find out?

Last week,
when I checked the case file.

- It was in Lamm's service record.
- How could all three of you miss that?

I guess we were too preoccupied
with each other.

What the hell are you doing
in my quarters?

I wanted to return
those letters to you, privately.

I hope you don't mind,
I used your head.

I mind. Where'd you get these?

Schonke's lockbox.

Either you're a very prolific writer

or she saved every single letter
you ever sent to her.

- You read them?
- Part of the job, Rabb.

Oh, yeah. The good part.

Hey, look,

I shouldn't even be
turning those over to you.

Technically,
they belong to her next of kin.

Then why are you?

Because we met like a couple
of junkyard dogs in a pound.

I'd like to think
we could part like men.

By the way,
for what it's worth,

if it was me,
I'd have slugged him too.

Why the sudden change
of attitude?

The case was closed.
He had his murderer.

No point continuing
the spitting contest.

Was Agent Turkey the NCIS officer
onboard the Seahawk?

Harm?

It took me two years what just
took you an hour to figure out.

Turkey acted as though
he'd been assigned the case

out of the Norfolk office, but
he was on the ship the entire cruise.

- So he knew Diane?
- He did better than that, Mac.

He murdered her.

I have a letter I found.

It's inadmissible in court.

It's inside. I'll show it to you.

Harm.

I got here as fast
as I could, major.

Were you able to find
the NCIS personnel file?

Not without a code.

I can get in.

Major, you're dripping
on my computer.

You should change
into some dry clothes.

Harriet's got an extra uniform
up in her locker.

I don't think they'll fit, Bud.

Well, I mean,
maybe not this way, but this way.

- I'm so sorry, major.
- That's okay.

This is about the Lieutenant
Schonke murder, isn't it?

You served
on the Seahawk with her.

Yes, ma'am. As public affairs officer,
I handled all her interviews.

She got a lot of media attention,
you know,

pretty as she was and being one
of the first women on a warship.

- What was she like?
- Just look in the mirror, major.

You never even mentioned it.

Well, you know,
he never said anything,

but I think the commander
just never wanted me to bring it up.

You just look like her.
Your voice is different.

She was a lot more fun.

I mean, she wasn't
as squared away as you are.

I guess it's just one of those
sailor-Marine things.

Got him.

He can't be in Seattle.

Well, apparently, he is, ma'am.
Unless he's on an investigation.

I'll get the night number
of his superior.

- What was Turkey like?
- He kind of reminded me of a walrus.

Did you ever see he
and Lieutenant Schonke together?

Pardon?

Onboard, during the deployment.

Agent Turkey wasn't on the cruise.

He wasn't the NCIS
agent onboard?

No, what gave you that idea?

Damn you, Harm.

Besides Lieutenant Lamm, who were
the other possible suspects?

Ma'am, I wasn't even in JAG.

I just merely escorted the investigators
around the ship.

Eavesdropping
on everything they said.

- Me, major?
- Bud, I don't have time for this.

Harm is on his way
to meet someone he believes

murdered Lieutenant Schonke.

Who did they suspect?

I'm glad it ended this way.
I couldn't have taken a trial.

I don't even know
if I'm gonna go to the funeral.

I hadn't even thought
about the funeral.

- Will you go, sir?
- Of course.

Well, maybe I'll see you there.

But if I don't,

I'm glad to have met someone
so close to Diane as you.

Nice to have met you,
lieutenant.

You too, lieutenant. Thank you.

She's taking this very hard.

Any reason why she shouldn't?

Well...

Lieutenant Austin
suspected Williams?

Well, it seemed that way to me.
And she wasn't the only one too.

There was lots
of scuttlebutt on the ship

that Lieutenant Williams
was a homosexual.

And she killed Diane
in a jealous lesbian rage?

That is the homophobic
clich�, isn't it?

Major, you asked me to tell you
what I overheard.

I'm just trying to answer you.

You're right, Bud.
I stand corrected.

Who else was a suspect?

Well, Commander Holbarth's career
would be over if it got out

that he ignored Lieutenant Schonke's
sexual harassment complaints.

In fact, I heard he
and Commander Krennick

talking about it right after
Lieutenant Lamm's suicide.

Well, I guess you can relax now,
Commander Krennick.

Hardly.

I thought Lt. Lamm's confession
would wrap up the investigations.

It shortens the murder enquiry,

but I still have to conduct
a suicide investigation.

Isn't that just pro forma?

Nothing in the Navy is pro forma,
commander.

You know that.

I guess so.

If you want to know
if Lamm's confession and suicide

gets you off the hook for not reporting
a possible sexual harassment

among your junior officers...

- Well, that wasn't what I was asking.
...the answer is no.

I was out on the weather deck,
but I could tell he was sweating.

- Anyone else?
- Not that I recall.

Can you locate
Williams and Holbarth?

Sure, if they're still in the Navy.

Go ahead, sir.

The destroyer Sheppard

docked at Pier 6
this morning at Norfolk.

What are you gonna do, major?

- I don't know, something.
- Shouldn't we call security at Norfolk?

If we did that,
Harm's career would be ruined, Bud.

Yeah, trying to get to New York...

Commander.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Still standing the mid-watch
first night in port, huh?

So Captain Spencer isn't expecting me
at the port authority, is he?

There is no Captain Spencer.

Well, what can I do for you?

I found this letter
written by Lieutenant Schonke.

It was a terrible incident.

The fallout from that
cost me a command.

It cost Diane her life.

Yeah, of course.

Stupid thing for me to say.

I've been waiting for you
to get back into port

so I could deliver this to you.

- This isn't addressed to me.
- It's a draft.

She gave the original to you.

She put this in her lockbox
with letters I'd written her.

Agent Turkey returned them to me
two years ago. I...

Well, I didn't find this one
until just recently.

Read it, commander.

Your failure to address
my sexual harassment complaints

leaves me no choice but to seek
redress through official channels.

I deeply regret
having to take such action,

but unless
you can convince me otherwise,

I will be filing a complaint
when we dock at Norfolk.

I do this not for myself,
for this cruise is nearly over,

but for those female officers
who will serve under your command

in the future.

This was obviously written
to Lieutenant Lamm.

She didn't serve
under Lieutenant Lamm.

- She served under you.
- It's also unsigned.

It's inadmissible
in a court-martial.

That night on the mid-watch,

you tried to talk her
out of filing the complaint.

When that failed,
you told Lieutenant Lamm to try.

That's why he ran after her.

It also set him up
as the fall guy for her murder.

Then you killed him
and you made it look like suicide.

That's preposterous.

You'd be laughed out of court
with a set of assumptions like those.

I know that.

I'm not planning on going to court.

Harm, don't!

Oh, my God. Schonke.

No. I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

- I'll get help.
- It won't do any good.

He was crushed
between the hull and the dock.

How'd you know I was here?

Bud told me Turkey
never served on the Seahawk.

The killer had to be
Commander Holbarth or Lt. Williams.

I guessed Holbarth
since his ship docked today.

He thought you were
Diane's ghost.

I didn't even think about that.

I was soaked and Bud gave me
one of Harriet's uniforms.

Would you have killed him?

We'll never know.

I know.

You were kissing her.