JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 17 - The Stalker - full transcript

(footsteps echoing)

(loud noise)

(car alarm beeps off)

(heavy sigh)

(engine starts)

(grunts)

Are you crazy?

I could've killed you.
What are you doing?

I need to talk to you.

Were you following me?

I can't believe this.



We have nothing to talk about.

Two minutes.

I know you think
that I betrayed you

by copying that file in your
apartment, and maybe I did,

but I was doing my job.

And I don't trust you.

Look, we've been
through this before.

The point is...

The point is that I love you.

I'm not going to let you go

without a fight.

Dalton, it's over.

Not for me.

Stop following me.



I...

Mac!

(camera shutter clicking)

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.

SIMS: I had a
stalker once, ma'am.

In college.

After the first date

this guy decides
we're soul mates, right?

So he keeps following me

and calling me all the time.

So how'd you get rid of him?

I started dating a
200-pound fullback.

Well, I don't know any fullbacks

and, um, besides,
Dalton's not stalking me.

Yeah, still, it's
a little creepy.

Just be careful, ma'am.

Careful of what?

Nothing.

Let's go, Bud...
Meeting's starting.

Oh, uh, sir,

I thought you, uh,
might like to see this.

Way to go, Bud.

Aced his law finals.

Excellent grades.
Congratulations.

Thank you, ma'am, sir.

Seaman Ray
Costanza allegedly sold

counterfeit watches
to his shipmates.

"Bolex."

When the X.O. caught him

he tried to eat the evidence.

Tried to eat a watch?

Uh... that watch, sir.

Next.

RABB: We're defending
Chief Petty Officer,

Anthony Sevalas on
assault and battery, sir.

Trial's next week.

Is a trial necessary?

Victim claims
the Chief beat her.

He says he didn't.

WOMAN: Isn't the
victim a prostitute?

That doesn't make it okay

to use her as a punching
bag. I didn't say that it did.

I take it you don't believe

in your client's
innocence, Major?

Sir, Chief Petty Officer
Sevalas is a liar and a bully.

Whom we will
defend zealously, sir.

MACKENZIE: Yes, sir.

Zealously.

Good.

Mr. Roberts, I hear
you scored top grades

on your law school finals.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

Hard work pays off.

I'm assigning you extra
legal responsibilities.

JAGman investigations,

maybe trial counsel for
special court-martials.

Me, sir?

Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie

think you're ready... I agree.

You'll train Ensign Sims

to take over some of your

administrative duties.

Is that a problem?

Oh, no, sir.

No, sir.

Good. (knock on door)

Excuse me, Admiral,

but you're due at
Dulles in one hour, sir.

Oh... I'm, um...
having a little gathering

at my home Thursday evening.

Nothing fancy or formal.

Um, light buffet,

cocktails, whatever.
You're all invited.

Uniform of the day, sir?

Informal civilian attire.

Dismissed.

ROBERTS: Has the Admiral

ever thrown a party before?

Not to my knowledge.

Not to anyone's knowledge.

As you were, Chief.

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am.

Court-martial starts Monday.

Well, I'm not too worried.

Not with you two
working on my case.

I want to thank you for
keeping me out of the brig.

Well, you're not
considered a flight risk.

We want to go over the
facts of the case again

to make sure we
haven't missed anything.

Yes, ma'am.

You admit to paying
Alicia Mars for sex.

Roger that, sir.

She's a hooker... I
used her services.

Excuse me, ma'am.

It's a little late

for delicacy at this
point, Chief Sevalas.

You mean you had sex with her.

Yes, ma'am.

I admit that.

Unless I shouldn't

admit that, sir.

We want the whole truth.

The whole truth?

(chuckling): No,
ma'am, I... I don't think

you want the whole truth.

Chief, you're
looking at six months

hard labor, and a
bad conduct discharge.

If I were you, I
would wipe that smirk

off my face, kill the jokes

and stick to the facts.

Sorry, sir.

I meant no disrespect.

But if going with a
prostitute's a crime

then half the sailors I
know would be behind bars.

Oh, it's a crime, Chief,

but the one you
were charged with

is assault and battery.

I didn't hit her, sir.

Maybe it was her
pimp who beat her up.

She pulled you out of a lineup.

It's her word against mine.

Why would she lie?

She's a whore, sir.

That doesn't make her a liar.

I respect women, Major.

I don't hit them.

Look, why don't you let me
handle Sevalas from now on.

You have a problem with
the way I'm handling the case?

No, you're handling it
great for a prosecutor.

We both know he's guilty.

No, we don't know that, Mac.

Look, I realize how you
feel about abusive men

and I understand, but...

You don't have
to worry about me.

I'm not worried about you.

It's Sevalas I'm worried
about. LOWNE: Sarah?

I'm not following you.

I have business here.

Don't let me keep you from it.

What are you afraid of?

Let go of me.

Is there a problem here?

Nothing that concerns you.

Mac, you all right?

She's fine.

For once,

admit that you
have real feelings.

Hey, you can't run away
your whole life, Sarah.

Let her go.

This is none of your business.

Let it go. Walk away.

CHEGWIDDEN: Your
photographs don't do you justice.

You are beautiful.

No, Papa, I'm just average.

But you... sei molto dignitoso.

(reporters clamoring)

You get that a lot here.

Um, so how long are you
going to be here in Washington?

A day or two.

I must be in New York
for the Prada opening.

That is why the
magazine sent me here.

So, you are going to
be here Thursday night.

Yes.

Why, what is Thursday?

I planned a little party.

I want to introduce
you to some people.

Well, you're not afraid

to be alone with me,
now, are you, Papa?

No, of course not.

No, I just, uh...

I want to show off my daughter.

I would love to
come to your party.

So...

tell me about all the
beautiful women in your life.

(laughing)

(thunder rumbles)

(stick snaps)

(shutter clicking)

(phone ringing)

Hi. Leave a message.

I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

(beep)

LOWNE: Sarah, I know
you're there. Can you pick up?

Okay, so that's it? One
transgression and it's over?

You know, even God
forgives more than that.

I'm going to keep
calling until you answer.

I don't care if it takes...

This has to stop now.

I know... and it will.

Just hear me out one last time,

and then I'll walk away.

(sighs)

One last time.

McMurphy's? In an hour?

Yeah, fine. And Dalton...

This is the last time.

Okay.

♪ Somewhere every
star that's waiting ♪

♪ 'Bout to make good on a
wish he's dreaming for two ♪

♪ The time is now ♪

♪ And it's ours
for the taking... ♪

MAN: How are you?

♪ ...It's sweeter
than anything... ♪

What'll it be this evening?

Mmm... I'll have a tonic water

with a squeeze of lime, please?

Coming right up.

Keys!

What? Keys.

Okay.

Wallet.

Hurry.

A-all right. Take it easy.

We don't have

a problem here. The watch.

It's, uh...

self-winding.

WOMAN: What was that?

That was a backfire.

That was no backfire.

Oh, my God.

Dalton.

Dalton...

Can you hear me?

Sarah?

You were shot.

Hang in there, okay?

You're going to be all right.

Somebody call 9-1-1!

I'll make the call.
(coughs and gasps)

Shh... don't try to talk.

Sarah...

What?

(inaudible)

Yes.

I always will.

(gasps softly)

(siren approaching)

(shutter clicks)

MAN: No witnesses at all, huh?

No, sir, they
were all in the bar.

Let me know if anything
turns up... you got my number.

You got it, sir.

Did he say anything
to you before he died?

No. Nothing.

Major, witnesses
say he talked to you.

RABB: If you know the answer

to the question,
Coster, why ask it?

Rabb.

Are you okay?

I got here as fast as I could.

Dalton's dead.

I know he is.

What happened, detective?

Looks like a carjack
and a robbery gone sour.

What, did Lowne resist?

We don't know.

There are no witnesses.

Major MacKenzie
was the last to see him.

She was about to
tell me what he said.

It was personal.

Maybe you'd feel
more comfortable

talking down at
the station house.

Listen, she's in no condition
to be interrogated right now.

You're on my turf now, Rabb.

Harm, it's all right.

All right, I'll go with you.

I don't think so.

I'm her attorney.

I go or she doesn't go.

How's that Vietnam
vet doing, Rabb?

What's his name? Roscoe.

He's still in the psych ward.

Look, if you have some
questions, ask them.

I'd like to get the Major home.

Ma'am...

what did Mr. Lowne say
to you before he died?

I told you... it was personal.

There you go... She
has no information

pertinent to the case.

I'll decide that.

What was Lowne
doing there tonight?

(sighs)

Meeting me.

Was this a regular thing?

We were seeing each
other. I broke it off.

We were going to
talk one last time.

Guy loses a beautiful woman.

He can't let go.

He becomes obsessed

even violent.

Was Mr. Lowne obsessed with you?

Now there was no
way for her to know

what the victim was thinking.

We're not in court.

Lighten up, counselor.

Uh, he... he followed me.

He left messages on my machine.

Who else knew you
were meeting him?

No one.

(knocking)

This just came in.

Lowne's vehicle was found a
block and a half from the scene.

There was a gun in the car.

We'll run it through firearms.

The killer panicked.

Maybe or maybe the robbery

was a phony.

Maybe somebody

set out to kill Lowne.

Who?

I don't know yet,
but I'll tell you what.

Whoever it was might
have done Mac a favor.

(knocking)

CHEGWIDDEN: Enter.

Ti disturbo, Papa?

No, no. Come in.

Come in.

(chuckles)

Would you like some breakfast?

No. I do not eat breakfast.

Breakfast is the
most important meal

of the day.

Would you like some coffee?

No, thank you.

This is a very nice office...

but I don't see very
much of you in it.

This is

where I work.

I try to keep my
personal life separate.

I am your personal life.

Perhaps I should not be here.

Oh, no, no, no.

In fact, I wish you
could stay longer.

It is impossible.

Well, surely the fashion
world could survive without you

for a couple of days.

I know the world of
couture is silly to you

but it's important to me.

It's my work.

I, uh...

I didn't mean it like that.

I just meant that
I would like to...

spend more time
with my daughter.

I am not a little
girl anymore, Papa.

No, you're not.

(engine starts)

(tires squeal, horn honking)

Are you all right?

You should watch
where you are going.

I should watch where I'm going?

You hit me.

Scusa mi, no.

I believe it was you
who hit me, hmm?

Lady, I'm going to
need an insurance card.

Insurance card?

What insurance card?

Beautiful.

All right, look, um...

your name and address.

I do not give my address
to strangers on the street.

I'm Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb.

I work here at JAG.

So?

So, you now give me
your name and address.

I told you.

I do not give my name
to men I do not know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
you can't just drive away.

And why not?

Well...

I understand.

Here.

10,000 lira for the
repair of your car.

The matter is closed.

It's, like, six dollars.

And besides, I don't
want your money.

What do you want then?

Well, I think that we
should discuss this.

Perhaps we should...

another time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, how am I supposed
to get a hold of you?

I will find you, Harmon Rabb.

I know where you work.

Bud.

Good morning, sir.

You didn't happen to see a woman

here this morning, did you?

Civilian, Italian, good-looking?

No, sir. I wish I had.

I've been in the file room

with Ensign Sims all morning.

SIMS: Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Here are the weekly
court docs you requested.

Thank you, Ensign.

If you give me a minute

I'll show you how
to file inquiry reports.

Very well, sir.

Would you guys make up already?

I get frostbite
standing near you.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's just that...

she's not the woman
I thought she was.

They never are, Bud.

That's what makes
them interesting.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Mac...

what are you doing here?

I'm coming to work.

Take a couple of days off.

No. I'm fine.

RABB: Ms. Mars is the
government's only witness

so we will attack
her credibility

and then we'll
move for a dismissal

on the grounds they
didn't prove their case.

That sounds fine to me, sir.

Now, if we don't get
a dismissal, Chief,

we're going to put
you on the stand.

To show you're a good guy.

I am a good guy, Major,

once you get to know me.

Is that "Fixation"
you're wearing, ma'am?

Keep on track, Chief.

Yes, sir.

Tomorrow, we're going
to rehearse your testimony.

You tell me what to say, sir,

I'll say it.

We can't tell you, Chief.

We can guide you.

I'm in your hands.

You know, I'll be glad

when this whole
thing's over with, sir.

I don't know what all
the fuss is about, anyway.

Some guy tunes up a
whore a little bit, so what?

You're dismissed, Chief.

Aye, aye, sir. Ma'am.

MACKENZIE: Tell me
again why we're defending

that scum.

Because the Constitution
says he's entitled.

Yeah, well, this time

the Constitution is wrong.

This isn't about Sevalas.

No? What's it about?

You haven't given
yourself time to grieve, Mac.

Hell, I never had
much use for Lowne

but even I took
the time to reflect

that he's dead.

Remind me not to
suggest you for his eulogy.

Go home, Mac.

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

You're hurt and you
need time to heal.

Come on.

I'm going to take you home.

I make a great
cup of oolong tea.

Come on.

Why don't you go relax?

I'll put some water on to boil.

Thanks.

Harm?

Harm!

COSTER: You did the
right thing calling me, Major.

This guy's not your
average stalker.

"Fixation," my wife used that.

We're done, Frank.

I'll run this over to the lab.

What are we looking at?

Tomorrow, day after, depends.

Expedite it, all right, Ben?

I want this guy off the streets.

BEN: I'll see what I can do.

COSTER: This is
someone you know.

Maybe you went out with him

or work with him

or met him in the supermarket.

You ever run a ballistics test

on the weapon you found
in the back of Lowne's car?

It was used in a
robbery four months ago.

You think this guy killed Lowne?

Don't you?

Maybe.

Which means he'll go after
anyone he considers a rival.

A rival?

This man believes
he's in love with you.

He probably thinks you love him

if only you'd admit it.

Are there any other
men in your life?

Even men you only
fantasize about?

Because they could
be in danger, too.

No. No one.

All right.

We'll see what the lab turns up.

Where can I reach you?

Right here.

You should stay with someone.

This is my home.

I'm not running.

She'll be all right.

I'll put a car outside

till I can get a
surveillance team set up.

You got a weapon?

I'm a Marine, remember?

My advice:

if he comes back, shoot to kill.

If you only wound
him, he'll sue you.

(sighs)

"Even God forgives."

Dalton said that to me

on the phone last night.

How could this maniac
know what Dalton said to me?

It's like he knows my thoughts.

It's like... it's
like he's here.

(no audio)

Let me see that.

So much for evidence.

The hell with evidence.

Someone's listening
to me in my house.

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

Coster's right, Mac.

You should stay
with someone else.

I'm not running from my home.

There could be
more of these in there.

If there are, I'll find them.

You know what? I know
someone who might help.

I'll call you later.

And keep your door locked.

SEVALAS: Commander,
what brings you here?

This.

I don't think I
can repair this, sir.

That's pretty banged-up.

Don't screw around.

How many more of these

are in Major
MacKenzie's apartment?

Now wait a minute, sir...

You're an electronics expert.

You know about
listening devices.

I don't know
anything about this.

I'm going to be watching you.

You so much as look at
the Major funny and I will

personally drop-kick
your butt into Leavenworth.

You got that?

Does this mean
you're not going to be

my lawyer anymore...

Sir?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(distorted male
voice): Hello, Sarah.

Who is this?

Don't be coy, Sarah.

You know who I am.

What do you want?

The police outside your
building aren't necessary.

I would never hurt you.

You bugged my apartment.

I know so much about you.

The more I know, the
more I love you, Sarah.

If you love me, come forward.

Let me meet you.

In good time.

You don't really love me.

Let me prove my love.

Ask me to do something.

I'll do anything for you.

Put a bullet in your
brain, you sick bastard.

(phone rings)

RABB: I'm not sure
Sevalas is the guy.

Well, I'm not sure he isn't.

Well, whoever he is,

we're going to have to
flush him out... and soon.

How?

We offer him what he wants.

When he goes
for it, we grab him.

Using me as bait.

It's risky.

I'll cover your six.

It's up to you.

(sighing)

I'll call Coster

and have him pull
surveillance off my house.

Mac...

None of this is your fault.

Tell that to Dalton Lowne.

(phone rings)

Rabb.

How is your car?

Hit anyone lately?

Well, not since you hit me.

I apologize if I
was rude yesterday.

Well, I was a
little abrupt, too.

I'm sorry.

I won't be in town very
long and I was wondering

if you were free tonight.

My boss is having sort
of a dinner party tonight.

Your boss?

Yes... Admiral Chegwidden...

The Judge Advocate General.

Well, that sounds
stuffy and boring.

Must you go?

Yeah...

Yeah, I have to.

And, um...

I'm...

sort of involved right now.

Oh.

And will you take her
to this party tonight?

No. She's in Orlando this week.

Well, then I will
see you sometime.

Ciao.

Hey, hey, wait, wait!

Hello?

(exasperated sigh)

BARTENDER: Afternoon, Major.

I'm sorry for your loss.

In a way, he was a
lucky man, you know...

Dying in the arms
of a beautiful woman.

That's how I want to go.

So, tonic water with
a squeeze of lime

is it, then?

Yeah.

There you go.

And put some vodka in it?

Have you ever hit
a woman, Chief?

SEVALAS: No, sir.

Be sure to look
directly at the members

when you answer that question.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, uh, I was beginning to get

a little worried about you.

You weren't watching
my six very well

this afternoon, Commander.

Oh, Mac...

Don't "Oh, Mac" me.

Has he been cross-examined yet?

RABB: I'm gonna
get you some coffee.

I have a few questions
for the witness.

You want him to be prepared
for the worst, don't you?

Come on, Major.

Bring it on.

Let's see what you got.

It's my turn.

Chief, how you doing today?

Pretty fair, Major, thank you.

Any, uh, soreness
in your knuckles

stiffness in your hand?

Major...

Withdrawn.

Chief, how much did you pay
Miss Mars for her services?

Fifty dollars.

Did you get your money's worth?

Oh, yeah.

But Miss Mars
testified you didn't.

She said you never finished.

She supposed to say that, sir?

Don't look at him, Chief.

Look at me.

Did you walk away a
satisfied customer or not?

Yeah. I was plenty satisfied.

But you didn't
get there, did you?

Does that happen to you a lot?

Objection.

Overruled. What is it...

You just don't like women?

I don't have to answer this.

Maybe it was her.

If she was more of a woman

you would have been
more of a man, right?

Objection. Overruled.

Major... Overruled!

So you decided to show
her what a real man is.

You hit her and then you
hit her again and again

until she begged you to stop.

And then you felt
like a man, huh?

Why don't you go somewhere
and sober up, Major?

This is finished.
You can go, Chief.

You're wrong about me.

And I'm going
to prove it to you.

So I had a drink.

It's not the end of the world.

(sighing): What are you doing?

Calling you a cab.

Harmon Rabb, Jr...

So righteous, so pure.

You never had a weak
moment in your life, did you?

I'm going to wait outside.

Oh, wait a minute... I forgot.

Yeah, you-you have had
weak moments, of course:

your long-lost father...

Neurotic Annie...

You know, you're
not just a drunk.

You're a mean drunk.

Lieutenant!

Am I the first one here, sir?

Yes, you are.

Please come in.

I-I didn't realize we were
supposed to wear ties, sir.

Uh, it's-it's all
right, Mr. Roberts.

Uh, have some champagne.

Yes, sir.

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Ensign.

Admiral, hi.

You look stunning.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

May I take your wrap?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Something wrong, Lieutenant?

Uh, your dress.

What about my dress?

Well, I...

just... thought this
was casual attire.

"Informal" is not "casual."

Or so my grandma told me.

Ma'am.

(music playing)

(indistinct conversations)

Do you think the Admiral's
upset that I didn't wear a tie?

I think he's really upset.

Really.

(knocking at door)

Do you have any idea
what this party's about?

Not a clue.

Oh, good.

Come in, Commander.

Admiral, I am so
sorry I'm late, sir.

Traffic on the
beltway was murder.

Is the, uh, Major with you?

No, sir.

I thought she'd be here.

I know.

She's probably on her way.

Go have some champagne.

Yes, sir.

Can I have, uh,
everyone's attention?

The reason I asked
you here tonight...

Um, other than I do
enjoy your company...

Is there's someone
I want you to meet.

This is Francesca
Paretti, my... daughter.

Hi. I'm Harriet Sims

and we will be talking

about this at JAG
for months to come.

It's a wonder Papa didn't
have me jump out of a cake.

She's beautiful.

Hi, I'm Lieutenant,
J.G., Roberts... Bud.

I thought... this
was casual. I...

Oh...

Hello. Allen Mattoni, and this

is my wife Jackie.

Pleasure to meet you.

Harmon Rabb.

Nice to meet you.

You look an awful lot like
somebody I bumped into recently.

Someone nice, I hope.

Oh... not this person.

Cunning. Diabolical, maybe.

It was a very dirty trick.

How... can I make it up?

Oh, we'll think of something.

Oh, uh, this is Lieutenant
Commander Carolyn Imes.

(phone rings)

(knocking on door)

(whispers): What's going on?

It's clean.

Coster sent some
of his men over.

Mac, we're waiting
for you at the party.

I'm not going.

What?

This is a big event.

Come on. It'll do you good.

I can't face them,
Harm. I can't face you.

(sighs)

Mac...

Look, you fell off the
wagon, you get back on.

Hell, you got ten
years sobriety.

Don't throw that away.

I said some horrible
things to you.

I've had worse things said.

Forget about that.

You want to tell
me what happened?

(sighs)

When Dalton lay dying in my arms

he asked me if I loved him.

I told him I did
and I always would

but he knew it was a lie.

(sighs)

As I was holding him, I was...

I was sad and I was scared.

But most of all, I was relieved.

I know it's sick

and it's cruel

and... and... I'm
ashamed of myself

but, God help
me, Coster's right.

Whoever killed
Dalton did me a favor.

God, what kind of monster am I?

Dalton was harassing you.

Those thoughts are natural, Mac.

When I saw the
writing on the wall

it was like he was reaching
out from the grave, you know.

God, whoever did that

has got to be the
cruelest person alive.

I want to catch him.

Oh, we're going to catch him.

But first, we're going to
go to the Admiral's party.

Come on.

I'm fashion editor at
Donna D'affari Magazine.

No, thank you.

We're opening a New York office.

Well, that sounds exciting.

Papa speaks very highly of you.

I'm afraid he doesn't
speak of you at all.

Your father's a
very private man.

Is Mac going to be all right?

Yeah, I think
she'll be fine, sir.

Excuse me a minute.

Carolyn.

Hello, Harm.

Oh.

Sorry, sir. The other
one was occupied.

Oh, it's all right.

I was just getting
some aspirin. Aspirin?

No, thanks.

Major?

Mac, um...

you think it's your fault.

You think, "Boy, if I
was just a little faster

"or a little smarter...

braver..."

But it's not your fault.

No, sir.

Go easy on yourself.

Yes, sir.

I will have some
of that aspirin now.

This is a mistake.

Yes, sir.

(cell phone rings)

(relieved sigh)

Hello.

This is Coster. We
found his location.

What?

Tell me about you.

What are your passions?

I like to go fast.

Um...

I like to golf.

I like to fly.

Good cigars.

Oh. And cigars...

now, your girlfriend

how does she feel
about these cigars?

Oh, she smokes
them, too, sometimes.

You sound very compatible.

Oh...

Aah, Francesca,

I have to leave.

Oh, but... but it is early.

I really do have to go.

It's been a pleasure
talking with you.

Perhaps we'll talk
again sometime.

I would like that.

Bye.

MACKENZIE:
Breaking in like this...

not exactly by the book, is it?

I use a different book
with guys like him.

Oh, my God.

How do you feel?

What happened?

100,000 volt stun gun.

You.

I've been in love with you

since the first time
you looked at me.

I've never known
any woman like you.

You killed Dalton.

Lowne wasn't worth

the dirt you walked on.

How long have you
been spying on me?

Five months.

Your phone, your bedroom,
your bathroom, your car.

What do you want?

What every man wants.

To possess the woman he loves.

Well, you don't have
to tie me up to do that.

I'm just as attracted to you

as you are to me.

Don't do that!

Don't play me.

I'm not some stupid psycho.

You know the difference
between me and Lowne

and Rabb and all
those other guys?

I know what you need.

This is what you want.

To let yourself go

to not be responsible.

Help me!

Help! Help me!

No one can hear you.

And if you fight, it'll
only make it worse.

(gasping)

Let me take care of you.

It'll take the pain away.

(coughing)

(loud banging)

(groaning)

Leave the gun.

Coster...

(panting)

I had a bad feeling about you.

You should learn to
trust your instincts, Rabb.

Well, do whatever it
is you're going to do

and do it quick

so I don't have to
listen to you gloat.

Come into the light. I'm
not going to do anything

but this crazy stalker's
going to kill you.

And then he's taking Mac

up to this place in the
Blue Ridge Mountains.

I don't know which
I'm going to find

more enjoyable.

Hey.

You took your time getting here.

Yeah, I, uh...

I had interference
on the tracker signal.

I... I lost you for a minute.

Thank God I found you.

Putting a locator on
my car was brilliant.

You're a genius.

I don't know about that, but...

Ah...

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Wow.

Whew.

Been drinking, huh?

Oh...

Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

You wanted to see me, Commander?

Yeah, Chief. At ease.

I, uh... I owe you an apology.

I talked to the pimp.

You were right.

He beat her up.

Will he admit to it, sir?

I doubt it, but I'm
gonna subpoena him

and put him on the stand.

By the time I get
through with him

there'll be enough
reasonable doubt

you'll have an acquittal.

I believe you.

I owe you, sir.

Here's your tracking
equipment, Chief.

Thanks for the loan.

We're even.

I'll see you in court.

Kind of looking forward
to it, Commander.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Keep your seats.

Coster confessed
to killing Lowne

out of love for you, Major.

He'll be spending the
rest of his life behind bars.

I'll think of him on
Valentine's Day.

Nice job, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

My apologies, Admiral

for leaving the
party so abruptly.

Well, we tried to
carry on without you.

You all right, Major?

Yes, sir.

I'd like to get
back to my duties.

Sir, may I suggest

that the Major take
a few days leave?

Well, she's a big
girl, Commander.

She knows what's right.

Don't you, Major?

Yes, sir, I do.