JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 11 - Defenseless - full transcript

(dog barks)

MAN (with accent): I apologize
for the hour, Miss Lane,

but I fear there has been
a grave misunderstanding.

Perhaps it is a cultural thing.

It is often difficult to know

what is and what is
not appropriate behavior

in a foreign country.

(barking, growling)

I do not think your
dog likes my uniform.

I confess I was raised in a
culture that has a tendency

to underestimate the
capabilities of women.



I have not made that mistake

with you.

Let us have a glass of wine.

Call it unofficial detente.

You are intelligent,

creative... and
delightful company.

So...

Tell me, Miss Lane,

Why would a beautiful
woman, with such talent,

waste it working for
the United States Navy?

(gunshot)

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.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Colonel Behrouz Hasan

was the Turkish military
attaché assigned to NATO.

Highly decorated in his country,

well-respected in ours.

Last night, he
was shot and killed

by an Ensign Elizabeth Lane.

She's a data systems officer

assigned to the Turkish Embassy

about two months ago

to bring their computer systems

up to the NATO standards.

She admitted to the shooting?

She did more than that.

A neighbor heard the gunshot.

DC Police were
there within minutes.

Ensign Lane cooperated.

She turned over her weapon,

even gave them a statement.

Without a lawyer?

She was read her rights,
and waived her right

to have counsel present.

Why'd she shoot him?

She claimed self-defense.

Commander, we need this resolved

quickly and quietly.

Turkey is one of our
most important allies.

An incident like
this could jeopardize

our strategic position
in the Middle East.

Where is Ensign Lane now, sir?

Pre-trial confinement.

Bud, what are you up to?

I'm typing that deposition...

Give it to Ensign
Sims to finish.

We're going to the
brig. We have a murder.

Really?

Why wasn't I brought in?

I hate it when you do that.

Well, why didn't the Admiral
put me on this case, too?

Mac, I don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

RABB: Let's go, Bud!

I guess we could
use a third opinion.

Why don't you tag along?

Well, what about the Admiral?

Well, he didn't tell
me I couldn't use you.

Thanks.

The police report
says you were wearing

only a towel when you
invited Colonel Hasan

into your apartment.

Is it correct?

No...

I mean, yes.

I was wearing just a towel,
but I did not invite him in.

I had just gotten
out of the shower

and the door buzzed twice.

I thought it was Mrs. Heideger.

Mrs. Heideger?

My neighbor next door.

She's 80.

Sometimes she pushes
my number by mistake.

What did you do after you buzzed

the front door open?

Uh, my usual routine.

I, um, opened my
apartment door a crack

to make sure that
she'd gotten inside.

But it wasn't Mrs. Heideger.

It was Colonel Hasan.

MACKENZIE: Why
did he want to see you?

He said he wanted to talk to me.

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

MACKENZIE: So you
closed the front door.

Yes, ma'am. RABB:
Did you lock it?

No, sir.

Why?

I didn't want to offend him.

I was halfway down the hall.

I heard the door open...

and Colonel Hasan
just came inside.

Uninvited.

He said it would be

inappropriate for someone
to see him hanging around

outside my apartment.

Diplomats worry a
lot about appearance.

What about your
appearance, Ensign?

You didn't get dressed.

Things happened
so fast after that, sir.

Happened so fast, you
forgot you were naked?

I was so scared, sir.

I just froze.

How did you get your weapon?

I don't remember.

Did you try calling for help?

I don't think so.

You don't think so.

If you felt your life
was in danger, Ensign,

why didn't you try
leaving the apartment?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I'm trying...

but it's, like... the details...

they're all blurry.

Where do you keep your pistol?

In my nightstand.

But I don't remember
taking it out.

It was just...

in my hand.

Major, I know this is
not making any sense.

Why were you so scared?

Did Colonel Hasan
engage you in any verbal

or physical confrontation?

No, ma'am.

Did the Colonel have a weapon?

No.

Did he have any reason
to be angry with you?

Not that I can think of.

Did he ever touch you at all?

No, ma'am.

But I knew he was
going to hurt me.

I just knew.

(kids yelling)

Derrick! Don't run!

Excuse me.

Son! Derrick! Derrick, stop it!

Derrick, get back here!

(Derrick yelling)
MOTHER: Jane? Larry?

Go into the room! Sit
down on the couch!

FATHER: Enough! Too much sugar.

MOTHER: I don't
want this screaming!

You want to watch TV,

you are going to have
to listen to me now!

Here we are.

Home, sweet motel.

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure it's
going to take them

three whole days to fumigate

your apartment?

Well, it's the whole
building, Harriet.

I mean, I'm not the
only one with bugs.

(family yelling
continues in distance)

You know what I mean.

Well... better get going.

Got to get that motion finished

by the close of business.

Well, you'll be
back later, right?

Right.

I mean, 'cause I have
a two-for-one coupon

on pizza, and Free
Willy on the pay-per-view.

Oh, you do know how
to sweet-talk a lady.

Mm-hmm.

All right. For you.

Thank you.

I'll be back.

Okay... bye. Bye.

Bye. See you.

Bye.

Yahh!

Colonel Hasan had
a sterilized record.

Promoted to embassy detail

after the Gulf War.

Lane's record was clean, too.

Lane's record's only
half a page long, Mac.

But it still counts.

Neither of them had a history

of violent behavior

and neither had
been reprimanded.

I'm going to have a
psychological evaluation done.

Since when does a woman
have to be crazy to shoot a man?

You don't believe her.

Believe what?

She hasn't told us anything yet.

She just killed someone, Harm.

She's in shock.

It's called post-traumatic
stress disorder.

I know what it's called, Freud.

Well, then you should know
what she's going through.

I do. I've been there.

It's not easy to deal with.

She deserves the
benefit of the doubt.

Mac, what difference does it
make if I believe her or not?

It's not what we think,
it's what we can prove.

And right now, she's
given us nothing

we can build a case on.

And what about instinct?

Why not?

You rely on your gut
instincts every day...

In the courtroom,

during an investigation,
when you're flying.

That's different, Mac.

Why? Because you're a man?

Women rely on their
instincts to survive.

That's why I don't go to
the movies alone at night.

A woman's instincts are
on overdrive 24 hours a day.

They have to be.

If Ensign Lane felt
her life was in danger,

chances are it was.

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

Is it going to be white,
because of the anchovies

or red, because of
the Canadian bacon?

So, I decided to go
with... champagne!

Ha-ha!

Wow!

(cork pops)

Ow!

Harriet!

Harriet, are you all right?

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

Oh, I am so sorry.

Ow! Oh!

I'll get some ice.

Okay.

I'll get you some ice.

It brings the swelling down.

Here... got it?

Mm-hmm.

Can I get you some
aspirin or something?

No. No?

Okay.

But I'll settle for a kiss.

Oh, okay.

FATHER: Stop that!!

MOTHER: What are you doing?

FATHER: Derrick!!

(Derrick wailing)

MOTHER: You can't have three

separate shows
on at the same time!

(Derrick wailing)

I'm sorry, I feel sick.

I just need to sit
up for a second.

Okay, sure. That's okay.

Hey! The movie's
just about to start.

Okay.

(woman on TV moaning)

That's not Free Willy.

Yeah...

It's 10:00?

Free Willy.

No, Bud, that's Free The Willy.

Huh?

(woman on TV moans louder)

(dog barks ferociously)

RABB: You didn't
tell me you had a dog.

Sorry, sir.

Mrs. Heideger is supposed
to be taking care of him.

Blaze is a DEA reject,

so he doesn't like
men in uniform.

I found that out.

Very protective.

Better than a boyfriend.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Loyal, forgiving...

doesn't leave
the toilet seat up.

(chuckles)

Why didn't he protect
you from Colonel Hasan?

(Blaze snarling, barking)

I do not think your
dog likes my uniform.

Don't touch me!

He fed Blaze.

Hasan?

I remember now.

I heard him open the fridge.

He put a plate of food on
the floor to distract Blaze,

so that he wouldn't protect me.

That's when I got the gun.

He was coming to hurt me.

So I had to shoot him.

I had to.

I wanted to apologize
for last night.

I shouldn't have left.

Oh, Harriet, I can't believe

that you stayed
as long as you did.

We could've had a better
time at the Bates Motel.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I've given this a lot
of thought, and, um...

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

You and me?

At your apartment?

Are you okay about this?

Yeah.

Dinner's at 7:00.

Be there.

MAN: First floor.

Hey!

Ma'am, I got the
crime scene photos.

RABB: There it is.

A plate.

Not a dog dish or
a bowl... a plate.

So?

She said Hasan fed her dog...

keep it occupied so
it wouldn't protect her.

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

I wouldn't go that far, Mac.

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

TINER: Excuse me, ma'am.

The Admiral would
like to see you

in his office, Commander.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

You know, this sucks.

Ma'am?

I feel like I'm 15
years old again

getting grounded for
stealing cars and drinking.

If that's the sort of thing

one might get grounded
for as a teenager.

You know, how
long is the Admiral

going to treat me like this?

I don't know, ma'am.

Maybe you ought to let him
know how you feel about it.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I should march right in
there and put it on the table.

I don't know about that, ma'am.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

The Admiral?

I don't deserve this.

He is lucky to have me back.

I should get right in his face

and give him a piece of my mind.

Mayday, Major. Mayday.

I'm a Marine, a devil dog.

We don't back
down from anything.

Thanks, Bud.

Don't mention it.

Please.

CHEGWIDDEN: SECNAV wants to know

what progress you're
making on the case.

Well, Ensign Lane
seems to be suffering

from some sort of
post-traumatic stress disorder, sir.

She's having difficulty
remembering details.

Turkish government is putting
on the pressure, Commander.

Well, I'm moving as
quickly as I can, Admiral,

but it's not easy.

Right now, her whole
defense comes down to...

intuition.

I hope, for your
sake, you're kidding.

He's not, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: Major, we're
right in the middle of something here.

Yes, sir, and with
all due respect,

I think I should
be a part of it.

I know you believe I should
be punished for leaving JAG,

and maybe you're right,

but right now,
Ensign Lane's future

is more important than
teaching me a lesson, sir.

Major, do you
know the difference

between initiative
and insubordination?

Yes, I do, sir, and I
would like to believe

that I'm demonstrating
the former.

This case demands the
benefit of a woman's perspective

and I, for one, believe

that Ensign Lane's
intuition is a valid motive.

And how is it that
you're even privy

to the particulars of this case?

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

I thought the Major would

uh, you know...

Well, it's that, uh,
female perspective thing

she mentioned earlier.

Sir, when we leave
this building tonight

we'll do it in very
different ways.

You'll get in your
car and drive off.

I'll walk out

and pay attention to
shadows and dark corners.

My keys will be in my hand

for quick access to my car

and in case I need
them as a weapon.

I don't give it a second thought

because it's standard
operating procedure

every time I leave
every building.

Women's intuition isn't a joke.

It's a matter of survival.

And if it weren't
for her instincts,

Ensign Lane would
be the one who's dead.

Sir, with the time frame being

what it is,

I could really use all
the help I could get.

Fine. Dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Major...

my instincts tell me

I wouldn't recommend
this approach in the future.

Yes, sir.

ROBERTS: Something
sure smells good.

Well...

I hope you like veggie lasagna.

My favorite.

(humming)

Hey, what are these little, uh

little kid things?

Uh...

uh, that's a Hummel.

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

and it's worth over
a thousand dollars.

Huh...? Yeah.

(switch clicks, sultry
jazz begins playing)

(humming along with music)

Is there something wrong?

Wrong? No.

It's just that when
we first started dating,

we both got tested.

Right, and you showed
me your test results

and they were negative.

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

And so am I.

Good.

Oh, my gosh, I
forgot to tell you.

I'm so sorry.

I should've told you.

I think I smell your...
your lasagna burning.

I think you're right.

RABB: Hi.

Ready?

Where's Major MacKenzie?

She's digging up
everything she can

on Hasan.

It's okay, Ensign.

You're safe with me.

Okay.

(Rabb whistling)

(quietly): Where's the dog?

LANE: He's staying
with Mrs. Heideger.

Oh.

Well, I see you like dolls.

My dad was an engineer.

I traveled around
a lot as a kid.

I never stayed in one
country long enough

to make any friends,

so my father always
bought me a doll

every time we moved
to a new country.

So, that way, I always
had at least one new friend

wherever I went.

Well, it looks like you
have a lot of friends.

But they're not real.

I'll be your friend.

I don't need a
friend, Commander.

I need someone who believes me.

Tell me the truth.

Let's walk through what
happened that night.

RABB: It was 10:15.

You just got out of the shower.

(doorbell rings)

LANE: I heard the door buzzer.

What?

(doorbell rings) It rang twice.

That's why I thought
it was Mrs. Heideger.

So I buzzed open the lobby door

and then I...

opened my own door to look out.

Colonel Hasan.

Miss Lane,

we need to talk.

(barking, growling)

Blaze, go on in.

Forgive me, sir.

I need to get dressed.

I assumed it was about work.

You feel threatened?

Awkward mostly.

I mean, he's a
very important man

and he seemed...
irritated with me.

What happened then?

(door opens)

He said, "Excuse me, Miss Lane,

but I shouldn't be seen
outside of your apartment.

You must be freezing.

The first time

you mentioned the window.

I just remembered it.

It's always open. Blaze
likes to look outside.

Did Colonel ask for a drink?

No, sir. He said
he needed a drink.

And then I went
into the bedroom.

He went directly
into the kitchen?

I didn't see.

There was a noise.

What kind of noise?

A metallic click.

Why didn't you leave?

Sir?

Hasan was in the kitchen.

Why didn't you go
out the front door?

I don't remember.

I just remember
being so scared...

I knew that I couldn't escape

and that he would
never let me get away.

He had no right to
come into my bedroom.

If he'd just stayed out there...

He should not have come in.

It was his fault.

He was going to hurt me.

Let go of me!

Beth... Beth...

Let go of me!

Beth, Beth, no one
is going to hurt you.

I won't let them.

I was defending myself, sir.

He was going to kill me.

Why won't anyone believe me?

I do.

I do.

I believe you, Beth.

(crying quietly)

Mac. Where's Bud?

Haven't seen him.

Oh. Maybe Ensign
Sims knows where he is.

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

RABB: Ensign Sims. Yes, sir.

You seen Lieutenant Roberts?

Uh, what do you mean, sir?

There he is.

RABB: Bud!

Yes, sir.

You have that psychological
report I asked for?

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

Good.

Hi. Oh!

Excuse me, Ensign
Harriet... Sims.

What's going on with these two?

Isn't it obvious?

They're sleeping together.

Nah, no way.

(chuckles)

20 bucks says
they're hot bunkin'.

I'll take that bet.

Watch and learn.

Oh, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

MACKENZIE: Hmm...

Women's perfume...

Long, blonde hair...

Lipstick on the cheek.

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

And remember,
officers never lie.

I-Isn't that Admiral Drake?

You're good.

I know.

Pay up, flyboy.

Well, I...

Uh, I'm good for it.

I'll get you later.

(snickers)

What's on your mind, Commander?

Admiral, I just saw
Commander Imes

and the SECNAV
leaving your office, sir.

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

Told you all I can.

But you haven't
told me all you know.

Attorney-client privilege
is not the only thing

preventing me from
helping you, Commander.

Look, I don't like this
any more than you do.

But we both have
to deal with it.

Is this your way of telling me

that Ensign Lane is
going to be fed to the dogs

no matter what I do, sir?

Well, I would like to think
that you have more confidence

in our UCMJ and
your own lawyer skills.

Oh, I do, sir.

That's why I refuse to allow her

to be sold out by the
Navy or anyone else, sir.

(door closes)

RABB: You neglected to tell me

you quit your job
at the embassy.

I thought you knew, sir.

I assumed that
my transfer request

was part of my personnel file.

Why did you quit?

We'd had several
problems with the systems

and I felt I was
in over my head.

Really? You made
the same upgrades

for the French and the Germans.

Yes, but the Turkish
system is older

and it just kept crashing,
no matter what I tried.

Did Hasan blame you for that?

Maybe. I don't know.

Well, did he seem angry
when he came to see you?

He seemed to be on edge.

Is that why you felt threatened?

Perhaps.

"Maybe," "perhaps,"
"I don't know"?

Beth, you have got to give me

something solid to go on.

Why didn't you call for help?

I did, sir.

I tried to call 911.

You never told me that.

I just remembered.

(flips page)

There is no record of it.

The phone wasn't working.

Beth, both phones
in the apartment

were in perfect working
order after the incident,

according to the police report.

That's not true, sir.

I tried

to call for help, but I
couldn't get a dial tone.

All I could hear was...

Hasan in the kitchen.

I heard him through the phone.

He had the phone off the hook.

SECNAV: This was
supposed to be cut and dried.

What's Rabb trying to prove?

He's a defense lawyer, sir.

He's doing his job.

You know how this

is supposed to work, Admiral.

Then somebody
should've told him.

The Turkish government
expects a conviction.

Well, what do you
want me to tell him?

"Throw the case... lose this one

for the good of the
service, Commander"?

Look, I don't care
how big this is

I don't like deceiving
my people, sir.

What you tell him
is your problem

but if this doesn't
go down as planned,

then you've become my problem.

I don't like having
problems, Admiral.

(sighs)

ROBERTS (whispering):
They're onto us.

Bud?

I'm over here, in maritime law.

What are you doing?

They know.

Who?

Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie.

They know that we're...

you know.

Did you tell them?

No! They figured it out.

It was Major MacKenzie.

You don't know what it's like

being interrogated by a Marine.

The woman is ruthless.

What are we going to do?

I don't know about you,
but I'm pleading the Fifth.

Admit to nothing.

Burden of proof is
on the prosecution.

Just relax, Bud.

You're getting yourself
worked up for nothing.

Take a deep breath.

Everything's going to be okay.

If it makes you feel any better

I'll have a woman-to-woman
talk with Major MacKenzie.

You're the best, Harriet.

Only with you.

CHEGWIDDEN: Lieutenant!

Ow!

Sir.

What are you doing?

ROBERTS: I was looking

for a book, sir.

Ah. Here it is.

MACKENZIE: We have no prints.

Hasan's prints weren't on
the phone in the kitchen?

No prints at all, not
even Ensign Lane's.

Somebody wiped it down.

I did find this, however.

Hasan was assigned
to the embassy

after his predecessor was
booted out of the country.

Oh, yeah? What'd
they send him home for?

Got caught stealing
satellite photos

of American military bases.

A spy.

Well, now, what are the chances

that Colonel Hasan

is continuing where
his predecessor left off?

Well, we have no proof of that.

No, but maybe Beth does.

Well, then why wouldn't
she say something?

I don't know.

Maybe she doesn't
know that she knows.

Okay, back up. You lost me.

Well, if Hasan were spying,

and Beth found out
about it, gives him

a motive to kill her, correct?

Yeah, assuming she found
something incriminating,

which she didn't.

Maybe she found
something without realizing it.

Maybe something
in the computers.

So, assuming he was a spy

and assuming he
thought she'd found out

Colonel Hasan was going
to kill her, just to be safe?

You're not buying it.

No, and nobody else will either.

I'm getting Beth
out of the brig.

She is the key to all this,
whether she knows it or not.

JUDGE: Commander
Rabb, upon review

of Ensign Lane's charge report

and confinement order

I agree there's no
evidence to suggest

that Ensign Lane
will not appear at trial,

nor do I believe

she is likely to engage in
serious criminal misconduct.

Therefore, I am
releasing Ensign Lane

back to restricted custody,

confined to quarters

until such time as
a trial is convened

or charges are dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Your Honor, the
seriousness of this crime

and the political
repercussions...

Do not outweigh Ensign
Lane's rights as an individual.

My decision stands.

(gavel bangs twice)

(Lane sighs)

It's good to be home.

(sighs)

Is that growling I hear the dog

or is that your stomach?

Well, the brig isn't known

for its gourmet cuisine.

You like Chinese food?

There is a great
takeout down the street.

Delivers to prisoners for free.

(gunshot blasts)

LANE: Please tell me
that was a disgruntled

girlfriend, sir.

Sorry. I don't know
why I said that.

It wasn't even funny.

Hey, this is my fault.

I insisted on taking
you out of confinement.

Now I've put you in danger.

Who do you think it was?

Probably Hasan's people.

They want me dead.

Yeah. Big question is, why?

Is it for something you saw?

Maybe it's for something

they thought you saw.

Could simply be
revenge for Hasan's death.

Beth, do you remember anything

about your time at the Turkish
embassy that would suggest

Hasan was spying on
the U.S. Government?

A spy?

You're kidding, right?

You're not, are you, sir?

Call me Harm.

In my apartment, it's Harm.

Let's start at the beginning.

First day on the job.

Tell me everything...

Even the things you
think are insignificant.

You took Ensign Lane
to your apartment?

Admiral, it's my
duty to protect her.

She... she's safe there.

Sir, the man Colonel Hasan
replaced at the embassy

was a spy.

So?

Well, we believe the flow

of classified information
still continues.

Conjecture or fact?

Theory... sir.

What if Hasan thought Beth

found him out?

Will you have proof she did?

MACKENZIE: Uh, not yet, sir,

but even if he thought
she'd found out,

it would give him
reason to kill her.

CHEGWIDDEN: So,
your defense is what?

Accusing a dead Turkish
diplomat of "maybe" being a spy?

Somebody tried to kill
Ensign Lane last night, sir.

Perhaps it was
to keep her quiet.

Now, if Hasan were a spy,

I doubt he was working alone.

You were assigned
this case, Commander,

because it was thought

you can resolve it
quickly and quietly.

I'm trying, sir.

Try harder.

Accusing members of
the Turkish government

of espionage in this
case is unacceptable.

Even if it's the truth?

Admiral,

are you telling me that politics

are more important
than the truth?

More important than
Ensign Lane's life?

Find another way, Commander.

She has expensive tastes.

Hmm, maybe it was a gift.

Look at the wine rack.

There's only one empty space.

Looks like Colonel
Hasan took her best bottle.

He never opened it.

Maybe he couldn't
find a corkscrew.

Corkscrew's right
there on the countertop.

Look at this.

What do you see?

A dish towel and a wine bottle.

A wine bottle wrapped
in a dish towel in his hand.

You think Colonel Hasan

was going to kill
her with Bordeaux?

IMES: Ensign Lane,
is this your gun?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you use this gun to kill

Colonel Behrouz Hasan?

Yes, ma'am.

Why?

He was going to hurt me, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan say he
was going to do you bodily harm?

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan
ever touch you?

No, ma'am.

Did Colonel Hasan ever
threaten you in any way?

Yes, ma'am.

How did he threaten
you, Ensign Lane?

He came into my
apartment uninvited, ma'am.

Did you ask him to leave?

No, ma'am.

So where's the
threat, Ensign Lane?

He fed my dog, ma'am.

You killed a man
because he fed your dog?

It was not just that.

Ensign Lane, you opened the
door wearing no more than a towel,

you never bothered
to get dressed,

and when Colonel Hasan
suggested you have a drink with him,

you shot him in the chest.

Correct?

(sighs)

Yes, ma'am.

Admiral, we have more

than sufficient evidence
to take this case to trial

and we recommend that
Ensign Elizabeth Lane

be moved back into
confinement and tried

for the premeditated murder
of Colonel Behrouz Hasan.

Commander?

Ensign Lane, you're aware

that this is an
investigative hearing,

that you are under oath,

and are required
to tell the truth

as you know it?

Yes, sir.

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

I-I don't know, sir.

Where are the exits located?

There's the front
door and a back door,

which leads down a fire escape.

What about the windows?

I live on the third floor, sir.

Well, why didn't you
go out the back door

and down the fire escape?

It's a locked deadbolt, sir.

Where was the key?

In my purse, in the kitchen.

With Colonel Hasan.

Two exit options gone.

What about the front door?

Was it unlocked?

Yes, sir, I unlocked it

when Colonel Hasan arrived.

Where was that key?

It was in the deadbolt, sir.

I keep it there in
case of an emergency.

This... was an
emergency, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Was the door unlocked
when you opened it

to let the police inside?

No, sir.

Ensign Lane, you're certain
that the front door was locked?

Yes, sir.

The key was not in the deadbolt

and I had to use the one in
my purse to let the police inside.

Who locked the front door?

Colonel Hasan, on his
way to the kitchen, sir.

Objection, Your Honor.

Unless Commander
Rabb can prove that

Colonel Hasan
locked the front door...

Your Honor, this is a list of
Colonel Hasan's personal effects.

Included in that list is a
key to the deadbolt lock

of the defendant's front door.

A late night.

An uninvited guest.

A dog kept busy with leftovers.

A powerful man

who entered your apartment

after being told
to wait outside.

Kitchen phone
taken off the hook,

so you couldn't call out.

The man who had virtually
ignored you until that day,

who came into your bedroom

with an unopened bottle of
wine, covered in a dish towel,

to be used as a
blunt instrument,

then replaced in the wine rack
with no danger of fingerprints.

Two locked doors
with inaccessible keys.

Ensign Lane's instincts told
her she was in danger for her life.

This evidence proved
she was right, Your Honor.

I can't believe it's all over.

You were great, sir.

MACKENZIE:
And a little bit lucky.

IMES: Nice work in there, Rabb.

Thanks, Imes.

But I tend to agree
with the Major.

You did get lucky.

Huh.

I don't know how to thank you

but I'm sure you get
that from all your clients.

Only the ones we get acquitted.

You're still in danger, Beth.

I'm going to take some leave,

get out of town for a few days.

How about a going-away dinner?

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

Tonight, my place, 7:30.

I won't take no for an answer.

No uniforms.

(sultry, mellow jazz playing)

(turns off music)

(dial tone)

(keypad beeping)

RECORDED VOICE: We're
sorry, you have reached a number

that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have
reached this recording in error,

please check the number and...

(button beeps, dial tone)

What are you doing
here so late, sir?

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

Well, the Admiral's
got me digging

through the archives...

I'm looking for
Ensign Lane's file.

I... I can't find it anywhere.

Well, let me try, sir.

(keys clacking)

Well, that's weird.

She's not in the
personal or the police files.

No.

Wait a minute.

Let me try this.

That's impossible.

She's not listed on the
court docket for today.

I don't get it.

(footsteps approaching)

CHEGWIDDEN: Commander...

My office.

Admiral, I, uh...

I was just looking
for Ensign Lane's file

in the computers.

It's like she never existed.

The woman you
knew as Ensign Lane

was a Naval Intelligence Agent

working undercover to infiltrate

a Washington spy ring.

You should've told me, sir.

I couldn't.

What if I had lost
the case, Admiral?

You were supposed to.

Ensign Lane was to be tried

convicted and
imprisoned for life,

at least on paper.

What about the sniper?

Turkish government
has denied involvement

but recalled several
of their embassy staff.

You know, sir, I like to
know when I'm risking my life.

I should have been told.

I know.

But this is bigger than
you or me, Commander.

Many lives were at stake.

Damn, Harm,

only you could've
gotten her acquitted.

Do you know how close you came
to exposing the whole operation?

As it is,

the fallout from this
will take weeks to repair.

What was her real name, sir?

I don't know.

Sorry.

Why?

It's my job, Commander,

to support and defend the
Constitution of the United...

No, no, no.

Why'd you come back?

I don't know.

Normally, I can just walk away.

What's different this time?