JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 13 - With Intent to Die - full transcript

(bell tolls)

(organ playing solemnly)

(whispering): Come on, come on.

(both snickering)

(whispers): He looks dead.

(laughing)

Sorry I'm late.

I thought it was tomorrow.

(panting)

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.

NEWSCASTER: Closer to home,
top military and civilian officials

will attend the funeral service

of Deputy Chief of
Naval Operations

Vice Admiral Bill Clancy today.



Friends and colleagues

are still struggling
to understand

what prompted Bill
Clancy, a three-star Admiral

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

on Shenandoah Mountain.

Three men were with Admiral
Clancy on that morning.

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

Laura, I'm here on
Huckleberry Ridge

roughly four miles from
the Shenandoah Mountain

where Vice Admiral, Bill Clancy,

took his life with a shotgun.

I'm here with Craig Allenby.

Mr. Allenby, you
were with the Admiral

moments before his death.

Can you tell us what happened?

I was guiding these
fellas on a quail hunt.

Clancy, he went off
over into the woods

and that was when I
heard the shotgun go off.

So you were the
first on the scene.

Yes, sir, until them
other two fellas

they caught up with us.

This is Tony Yoshigawa,
WUSA, on Huckleberry Ridge.

Back to you, Laura.

Thank you, Tony.

The other two men on the
hunting trip with Admiral Clancy

were Deputy Defense
Secretary, Mitchell Schoenfeld,

and Rear Admiral Paul Whelan.

Neither man was
available for comment.

(bell tolling)

(organ plays solemnly)

Quite a turnout, sir.

Admiral Clancy
had a lot of friends.

And enemies.

Funerals tend to attract both.

MACKENZIE: Sir,
is that the widow?

CHEGWIDDEN: Billy married her
the day she graduated from high school.

I'd like to read from Psalm 71.

Clancy, of all people.

Go figure.

I never saw anything like it.

One minute, we're shooting quail

the next, he eats his shotgun.

You got problems,
you handle them.

Period, end of sentence.

Don't check out
and let someone else

clean up your mess.

Gentlemen, you're
interrupting the service.

Would you mind shutting up?

RABB: There's going to be

a lot of that, sir.

Not around me, there's not.

For how may we know
the trials another endures

unless we walk a
mile in his shoes?

RABB: Sir, is there
any doubt it was suicide?

CHEGWIDDEN: Yes, there's doubts.

There's lots of doubts.

Bill Clancy was one of the
most stable human beings

I ever knew.

Sir, it's either suicide
or an accident.

There is another possibility.

Are you saying Admiral Whelan

or Deputy Secretary
Schoenfeld could have

murdered Admiral Clancy?

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

Can you handle that, Commander?

Yes, sir, I think I can.

Good. You'll assist, Major.

Sir, I have that
"wrongful appropriations"

hearing on Friday.

Get Imes to cover for you.

But... No, you have

your assignment, Major.

Dismissed.

And take your "but" with you.

Aye-aye, sir.

MAN: You said you
read my autopsy report.

RABB: Yes, sir.

So, what are you doing here?

Don't you believe it?

Yes, sir, I do

but I wanted to hear
your conclusions firsthand.

Projectiles from a shotgun
perforated the mandible

the maxilla, sinuses,
and the frontal lobe

resulting in brain avulsion.

In other words, the
man blew his brains out.

Would you like some
coffee or tea, sweetheart?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

And it's "Ensign."

You ran a blood analysis.

Blood, urine, stomach.

I sent samples to Richmond.

Could take up to
a couple of weeks.

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

A three-star
admiral kills himself

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

Yes, sir.

Understandable.

No, my finding
was not premature.

In my humble opinion,

based on 25 years
as a pathologist

the wound was self-inflicted.

I stock my property
with pheasant and quail.

City fellas, they come down here

and they pay me

to hunt them.

That's how I make my living.

That, and training them dogs.

Did Admiral Clancy ever
go hunting with you before?

Yeah.

Three, maybe four times.

Experienced with a shotgun?

If you're asking me if I think

he might of shot
himself by accident

I seriously doubt it.

(Allenby chuckles)

Old Cotton,

he don't take to
strangers, Lieutenant.

I'd count my
fingers if I was you.

Did Admiral Clancy's behavior

seem strange to you
that morning, Mr. Allenby?

No, but

the one thing I did notice

was that he and
that other admiral

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

Did they have words?

It was more of a attitude.

They was kind of bristly

with one another... like

two old wolves circling.

Did you see him
go into the woods?

I usually don't let my hunters

just wander off like that.

I... I thought he was stepping

behind a tree to...

well, you know.

I'm really sorry. I...

It's all right, Mr. Allenby.

No one's blaming you.

MAN: I blame myself.

What could you have done?

Talk to him, gotten
him some help.

Did Admiral Clancy
seem like he needed help?

No. No, that's the thing.

He, uh... seemed fine.

If maybe I'd paid
closer attention.

To what?

Well, as the Deputy
Chief of Naval Operations,

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

Academy scandals,
aircraft accidents,

sexual misconduct.

That would be a heavy
burden for anyone.

You know that North Korean
spy plane we shot down?

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

Well, when we thought it
was a commercial airliner,

Bill was ready to
fly to Pyongyang

and apologize in person.

Sounds like a man of integrity.

Yes, he was.

But unassuming, you know?

Very self-contained.

One of those people

who are always in control?

Yeah. Right up until
the time he killed himself.

Admiral Clancy and I

had ideological differences.

Wendy, let up on the bit!

I understand the two of
you served together, sir.

Ten years ago, on a destroyer.

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

He was the best ship
handler in the Navy.

Well-liked by everybody.

Excuse me, sir.

It's Jacobs.

Yeah, Harry?

They're already
18 months behind.

You tell them,
deliver by June 1...

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

I will pull the damn plug.

You understand that?

You tell him that!

Where was I?

He was well-liked, sir.

Yeah, especially by the
younger officers and sailors.

Bill looked out for them.

They knew that.

What about the
senior officers, sir?

He wasn't a graduate
of the academy.

A lot of the old ring-knockers

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

He's a beauty, sir.

Wendy, we'll long-line him

first thing in the morning.

You know about
the Sentinel ship?

Warship of the future.

Till Congress scuttled her.

That was Bill
Clancy's pet project.

Well, he must have
been disappointed.

Bill Clancy was trained
in surface warfare

not in Washington politics.

Admiral, are you saying

he was in over his head?

Commander, in light
of what happened,

I'd call that an understatement.

(heavy breathing)

Billy?

What's going on?

Bill!

Bill!

(knocking on door)

Enter.

Sir, forensics and
witness statements concur.

It was suicide.

At ease.

Sir, Admiral Clancy

was unhappy over the
loss of the Sentinel project,

he was unpopular
with other flag officers

and he was very upset
over recent problems

the Navy's been having.

Unhappy, unpopular, upset...

Sounds like a
typical day in my life.

Was there a note?

Apparently not, sir.

Commander...

suicide is not a sudden
impulse decision.

That's generally true, sir, yes.

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

Sir, the facts
support our findings.

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

You didn't know the man.

We'll continue the inquiry, sir.

No.

No, that won't be
necessary, Commander.

Sir, uh...

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

That'll be all.

PENDRY: Wow. Pancakes.

Whole grain.

Oh... yogurt, fruit...

wheat germ?

It's good for you.

Is there any pizza
left in the fridge?

You are not having
pizza for breakfast.

Perfect breakfast food.

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

You bet.

Think you can handle it?

Yeah.

How's Josh?

You call him?

Hmm...

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

That's the last time he gets

to sleep over there.

Maybe your staying over

wasn't a good idea.

No! It's all right.

He approves of you.

Not that I need

a ten-year-old's approval.

I do.

(chuckles)

Mmm...

Mmm, mmm.

I could get used to this.

Harm...

where are you?

Sorry.

What?

Work.

Yeah.

Chegwidden.

He's not buying the suicide.

Hmm. You sure it is?

You're a skeptic, too?

Suppose you wake
up tomorrow morning...

Are you there?

And I tell you

Chegwidden killed himself.

Well, that would never
happen, but go on.

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

MACKENZIE: Harm,
the man killed himself.

I'm not denying that.

I'm just saying we
could have extended

our investigation.

For what purpose?

Well, to remove all
doubts, for one thing.

Do you doubt it was suicide?

No, but the Admiral does.

Well, Clancy was
the Admiral's mentor.

Short of an eyewitness
claiming that he saw

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

Well...

Sir?

This just came for you.

It's from a Dr. Roland.

Who's Dr. Roland?

The Augusta County

Medical Examiner.

Carba...? Carbamazepine, sir.

Harriet looked it up.

You couldn't?

Are you going to
show this to him

or shall I?

We both will.

Bud, I want to know the doctor

who prescribed this.

Aye, aye, sir.

HARM: They found traces of
a drug called carbamazepine

in Admiral Clancy's blood, sir.

Which is?

It's a mood stabilizer.

It's used to treat
bipolar disorders.

So you're inferring
suicide is not uncommon

among people with
this type of disorder.

Is there something

we can do, sir?

No.

You've done enough.

Thank you.

WOMAN: A.J., I was beginning
to think you were avoiding me.

Never.

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

That's the last thing I need.

How are the boys?

Back at school.

They're having a hard time.

Evelyn...

was Bill on medication?

Why do you ask that?

The lab found a
prescription drug

in his blood samples.

You know anything about it?

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

I don't believe
Bill killed himself.

Why not?

Because he couldn't.

I know that you
have to believe that

because you admired him.

You respected him.

Was Bill on medication
for manic-depression?

No.

A.J.

Let him rest in peace.

Do you think Bill
killed himself?

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

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

but I have to ask.

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

He constantly pushed himself.

He doubted himself.

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

Not only do I think
he killed himself

I... I feel responsible for it.

MACKENZIE: Harm, we're
looking for the Admiral.

Have you seen him?

No. I don't know where he is.

Why? Is there a problem?

We're trying to
negotiate a plea.

And she's being hardheaded
and unreasonable as usual.

And he's being stubborn

and irresponsible

which is why we need
the Admiral's opinion.

Run it by me.

I'll give you an
unbiased opinion.

I'll give you forfeiture of pay

and three months in the brig.

Forget it, Major.

Arrest of judgment.

(sighs)

CHEGWIDDEN: Admiral.

WHELAN: Admiral.

A.J., just for the
record, I never had

anything against
Bill Clancy per se.

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

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

His problem was he got weak.

Yeah. Well, whatever you say.

Listen...

The Navy's not

a touchy-feely bureaucracy.

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

That is our purpose.

Wake up, Admiral.

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

Bill Clancy lacked the
moral fiber to stand up

to the vote whores on the Hill.

He was dangerous to the Navy.

I think you're cut
from the same cloth.

You know, I never liked
your methods, Whelan,

and I never liked you.

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

how dangerous I can be.

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

With Bill Clancy gone,
you lost your sponsor.

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

to take on your sorry butt.

Anytime, anyplace!

Now who's being a
macho, tough warrior?

CHEGWIDDEN: The problem
is, I semi-agree with him.

SECNAV: A lot of Admirals do.

If the Navy is going to flourish

in today's world,
we have to accept

that the ultimate
constituency is the public.

Clancy realized that.

The public is the one that
scuttled his Sentinel ship.

Bull. The old-guard
Admirals did that.

They branded him a
cowardly bureaucrat

and laughed the project

out of existence.

They were wrong.

The Navy needs a graybeard, A.J.

Someone the admirals respect.

And the public trusts.

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

The list of candidates
is a short one.

Your name's on it.

Deputy Chief of
Naval Operations?

That would mean

a third star.

D.C.N.O.S come from the
active duty list on the line.

JAG is staff.

We can always get you

back in the line.

Leave JAG.

Why me?

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

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

You have integrity.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

So do us both a favor.

End this suicide investigation.

Move on.

We don't need the publicity.

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

Windows of opportunity
tend to slam shut quickly.

Think about it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, A.J., keep in mind

Admiral Whelan's
also on that list.

(sighing)

Major, look who I found.

Hi.

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

Nice to see you again, Dalton.

Nice to see you.

Thanks for the escort.

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

You don't answer my calls.

You don't return my e-mail.

What's going on, Sarah?

Well, it's been
crazy around here.

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

You're avoiding me.

Well, I just...

I feel bad leaving
your firm the way I did.

I feel like I let you down.

Is that all? Don't
worry about it.

We found a replacement
three days after you left.

Oh.

I'm not here to
talk about the firm.

I want to talk about us.

We had something going

something very precious to me

and I don't want to lose that.

I don't want to lose you.

Should I stop calling?

No. No, I want you to call.

I care for you so much

I can almost fool
myself into believing that.

Is there someone else?

No.

No, there's no one else.

Well, then we should talk.

Can we get together?

Say, this weekend?

Yeah, sure.

Sure, this weekend is fine.

Okay, then.

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

Uh, I should, I, yeah...

(MacKenzie mumbles)

There are bees.

What?

On the bridge.

(sighing)

(phone ringing)

CHEGWIDDEN: I'm being
pressured to drop the investigation.

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

You think I'm making
a fool of myself?

No, sir.

Good answer.

Now tell me the truth.

Admiral, if I woke
up one morning

and I heard that you
had committed suicide

I would investigate.

Well, that's a
comforting thought.

What if it was going
to ruin your career?

I'd investigate it, sir.

Bet you would.

Sir, I still believe,
based on the evidence

that our conclusion is correct,

but if you need my
help, you have it.

(phone ringing)

Chegwidden.

What?

When?

Yeah. Yeah.

Admiral Whelan was found

in his driveway
stabbed to death.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Not much chance of
suicide there, Admiral.

Larissa Viola, N.C.I.S.

I'm working with the locals.

What do you got?

So far, not much.

He came out to get his
newspaper around 0600

and someone stabbed him

and left him to die
in his driveway there.

Any witnesses?

All the neighbors were inside,
either sleeping or showering.

Wasn't robbery.

Not unless he kept his
wallet in his jammies.

I heard you had a little run-in

with the deceased
yesterday, Admiral.

Bad news travels fast.

When a couple of two-stars

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

You mind telling me
what it was about?

Yes, I do.

(sighs)

Come on, guys, help me out here.

I'm investigating a homicide.

RABB: They had a
philosophical discussion.

Got a little heated.

Yeah, those
philosophical discussions

can really get out of hand.

Oh.

(sighs)

I assume he can account for
his whereabouts this morning.

Does he need to?

You never know.

MACKENZIE: Three
men go on a hunting trip,

two of them die a violent death.

Say the deaths are related.

Say they're both homicides.

Well, then, the third
man, Mitchell Schoenfeld,

could be the next victim.

Or the killer.

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

RABB: Whelan and Clancy served

on the same ship.

USS Jim Bridger.

Did Schoenfeld serve

on the Bridger?

No. Schoenfeld
was in the Air Force

not in the Navy.

Maybe something else
he shared with Bill Clancy.

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy,

and my husband, Bill,
had a prescription filled

at your pharmacy.

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

You don't?

Okay, I'm sorry.

I must have the wrong store.

Thank you.

Up next is number
16... Hadley Drugs.

Number 16.

That's my lucky number.

Mine, too.

(laughs)

Hi. This is Evelyn Clancy

and my husband, Bill,
had a prescription filled

at your pharmacy.

Anyway, the thing is,

um, I can't find the pill bottle

and I need the
name of the doctor

that's on it, please.

Coordinate with N.C.I.S.

I want to know every
scrap of information

they dig up on the
Whelan homicide.

Done, sir.

Attention on deck. As you were.

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

Agent Viola said that?

Yes, sir.

Good. That means
she's doing her job.

Commander, can we
talk to you for a sec?

Yeah.

Per your orders,

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

We tracked down the doctor

that prescribed
the carbamazepine

for Admiral Clancy.

His name is Ronald Ravner.

He's a neurologist.

Sir, carbamazepine is
more than a mood stabilizer.

It's also used as
an anti-convulsant.

It's for seizures.

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

Evelyn, I need your help.

Ma'am, we have reason to believe

your husband's
death may be linked

with Admiral Whelan's homicide.

Six years ago...

Bill was on an inspection
tour of the Kitty Hawk.

A tie-down chain on
the flight deck snapped

and a link hit him in the head.

Doctor said he was fine.

Two weeks later...

he had his first seizure.

Temporal lobe epilepsy.

You have done your
homework, Commander.

The seizures were mild.

You couldn't even tell
he was having them

unless you knew.

But his career
would have been over

if the Navy found out.

Who else knew?

No one.

Not even our children.

What about Mitch Schoenfeld?

Mitch?

They were close friends.

Maybe Bill confided in him.

I suppose that's possible.

RABB: Admiral Clancy
meant a lot to you.

After Vietnam,

I transferred out of the
SEALs to surface warfare.

I was a gunnery
officer on the Farragut.

Clancy was my department head.

I was one fractious, messed-up

son of a gun.

I could not get my head
around shipboard life.

Thought I was
still in the jungle.

So one day

Clancy takes me
out to the fantail

to straighten me out.

He beat the crap out of you?

He tried.

Till I broke his nose.

(chuckles)

But I figured...

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

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

Smartest decision I ever made.

Yeah.

RABB: Who is it, sir?

It is Schoenfeld.

What's he doing here?

I don't know.

Let's stick around and ask him.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Harm.

Annie.

Where, where are you?

I was expecting you hours ago.

I know. I'm sorry.

I got caught up in something.

I'm okay, Annie.

Should, should I wait for you?

No, I wouldn't.

This could take all night.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Yeah, great.

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

Night.

That Annie is
one terrific woman.

Yeah. You two getting serious?

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

How about you?

Anyone in your life?

Name's Francesca.

Maybe you'll meet her someday.

You have to move on.

Not without you.

He was innocent.

Who? Who was innocent?

It's too late.

Take your staff. Run.

Admiral.

What?

He's coming out.

Who? Schoenfeld.

It's nearly 0500.

Yeah.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Mr. Deputy Secretary.

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

Going to ask you the same thing.

I was visiting a friend.

Is that a crime?

Till 5:00 in the morning?

What do you want, A.J.?

Bill Clancy's killer.

Evelyn and I have
been seeing each other

for two years.

Bill know about it?

No. We were discreet.

I wasn't proud of the deception.

I wanted to tell him

but Evelyn was afraid
the scandal would ruin

his career.

How thoughtful.

Evelyn married Bill
when she was 17.

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

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

And there you
were to provide it.

What's your problem, A.J.?

That I got there before you did?

Careful, Schoenfeld.

She'd never divorce her husband,

so you took him
out of the picture.

Bill Clancy killed himself.

Well, you made it look that way.

Was Whelan in on it?

That's insane.

Why? You set up the trip.

You knew Whelan
hated Bill Clancy.

The two of you put it together

and you took Whelan out

so he couldn't incriminate you.

I am going now.

You do whatever you want to do.

Call the police or the tabloids.

I don't care.

But if you really believe

someone killed Bill

well, you better get some help

because you two
are lousy detectives.

RABB: They tell me
you nailed Mattoni

in that Article 32.

Kicked his butt!

Enough to make a grown man weep.

Hey, you look tired.

Yeah, I've been up all night.

Oh?

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

Unfortunately.

I want to talk to
that guide, Allenby.

I already talked to him.

Not about suicide.

I want to talk to him

about murder.

Hello?

(dogs barking)

People really live like this?

Commander, what was
the name of the destroyer

that Clancy and Whelan were on?

The USS Jim Bridger, wasn't it?

Yeah, that's right.

(barking continues)

ALLENBY: Be quiet, boy.

Howdy.

I seen your car
parked out there.

Sorry to barge in
like this, Mr. Allenby.

We... got

awfully cold outside.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb,

from, uh, the JAG Corps.

What can I do for you?

We have a couple more questions

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

It's a shooting now, is it?

How long was it

between the time
you heard the shot

and when you found the Admiral?

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

Say, you folks like rabbit?

I like rabbits.

Not rabbit.

So there was about enough time

to, uh, shoot the Admiral,

make it look like a
suicide, and then disappear

into the woods, huh?

Is that what you think happened?

We're just exploring
possibilities.

(sighing)

Well, I guess it could
have happened that way.

Thanks.

That'll be it.

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

That's all.

Major, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Oh, Lieutenant!

That's going to bring you

good luck, you'll see.

Thanks.

CHEGWIDDEN: The USS Jim Bridger.

Eleven...

12 years ago.

USS Jim Bridger.

Huh.

Clancy was skipper,
Whelan was X.O.

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

14 sailors died.

I remember that.

(sighing)

It was arson, wasn't it?

A seaman named Alan Broat
was accused of starting it.

Well, what was his reason?

Poker game.

Accusations of cheating.

Broat was seriously beat up.

Never named the attackers.

A week later, the fire started.

Broat swore he was innocent.

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

Formidable team.

Broat was court-martialed

and sent to
Leavenworth for life.

It sounds like he got
what he deserved.

Two years later, a similar
fire onboard the Grissom.

Only this time, the
inspector found a design flaw

in a manifold valve.

Broat was exonerated.

So he was freed.

Would've been,
except he died in prison.

Pneumonia.

This is Alan Broat.

RABB: And this is Allenby.

ROBERTS: Alan Broat...

Alan B. Allenby!

During the court-martial,

Broat's father was
serving time in Petersburg

for bootlegging, I think.

My guess is

that's him.

How do you know
about all of this, sir?

I was the JAG prosecutor
that put him away.

CHEGWIDDEN: They're
not going to do you any good.

You're trespassing, mister.

I'm just trying to
save you the time

of tracking me down.

Look, I know this may
not mean much to you

but I'm sorry your son died.

(sighs)

Al...

Al, he...

he wasn't all that bright.

But he's a good boy.

(voice cracking): Good boy.

We made a bad mistake.

He...

(sobbing)

He wrote me this
letter one time.

I got it right here.

(coughing)

He said that he was happy.

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

And he said that Captain Clancy

was a decent man and that
he treated everybody else

just like they was
as good as he was.

He didn't deserve to die.

Neither did my boy.

I meant your boy.

(sighing)

This...

Clancy fella...

He mean something
to you, Admiral?

He was a friend.

Good.

Because he killed my boy.

Him and that Whelan

and you, Admiral...

You killed my boy.

Nobody killed your boy.

Same as.

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

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

I been tracking
you all for years.

I knew that someday

you had to come to ground.

Sure enough, Clancy...
He come to Washington.

You could have
killed him anytime.

I wanted to dishonor his name.

So I...

I talked to him

and talked him into
hiring me and my dogs.

That's all she wrote.

Then you... murdered Whelan.

(chuckles)

I didn't say that

and I ain't
confessin' to nothin'.

Admiral, you all right, sir?

Yeah.

How's he?

His hunting days are over.

(groaning): Nice work, Major.

CHEGWIDDEN: Uh, yes, sir...

Timing is everything.

I think Admiral Yarbrough
will make a fine D.C.N.O.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

(over intercom): Sir, Commander
Rabb and Agent Viola are here to see you.

Send them in.

Agent Viola, what
brings you here?

I wish I had better news.

The Commonwealth's
Attorney's charged Broat

with two counts of
murder, attempted murder

and assault.

Sounds right.

There's just

one small problem.

We can tie him to the
murders motive-wise

but forensics can't
connect him up.

Lack of evidence.

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

He claims you attacked him.

It's iffy.

MACKENZIE: That leaves assault.

Which he copped to.

A class-six felony.

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

You don't look
surprised, Admiral.

I know how the system works.

Anything else?

I guess not.

Damn it!

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

I think we can
count on that, Major.

That'll be all.

Commander, Major...

Thank you.

Sir.

Sir.

Oh, hi!

Hi.

I was going to
wait for you outside.

I'll ride down with you.

Great.

How was your week?

Oh, you know... the usual.

Yeah...

Ow!

What's wrong?

I broke a nail on a
piece of wood yesterday.

Oh. Let me take that for you.

Thanks.

You should be more careful.

Hey.

I'm not sure I can do this.

Why?

Well, the other night

when you, when
you didn't show up...

(sighing)

I nearly lost it.

Annie...

No.

See...

you have no idea
what it was like

waiting for Luke
night after night.

After a while, I
stopped expecting him

and... started
expecting a phone call.

Sure enough, the call came.

Annie, that's not
going to happen.

Can you guarantee it?

Annie, I'm a lawyer.

(sighing)

I'm scared.

Come on inside.

Come on.

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

I get a paper cut?

(sighing)

(phone rings)

Pronto.

CHEGWIDDEN: Francesca...

I've been trying to call you.

Papa, what's wrong?

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

Of course not.

How are you, papa?

I'm fine, sweetheart.

I'm just fine.

(chuckling)

It is great to hear your voice.