JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 19 - Death Watch - full transcript
Mac learns more about Ltjg. Diane Schonke, who looked so much like her, and who died (in season 1) before Mac and Harm met each other. While Harm reexamines an old cache of letters (by both Harm and Diane), he deduces who killed Diane. Harm and Mac then discuss Diane, her death, and the investigation. Harm leaves, to intercept the killer, and Mac follows him. Harm and his suspect meet, then Mac arrives by surprise and amid unexpected circumstances. Astonished, the killer takes an unplanned and extreme action. Harm and Mac share a prolonged kiss; she makes an observation and asks a question, which Harm answers by saying that nobody will ever know.
Where's the officer
of the watch, Chief?
Nature called, ma'am.
If you wanna, I'll get him.
Not necessary.
Kind of late to be going
on liberty, Lieutenant.
I just got off midwatch.
Well, I didn't figure
Mr. Holbarth would stick you
with that, ma'am.
I mean, he usually
reserves midnight to 4:00
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.
ROBERTS: Sorry, Chief.
Must've been
all that fresh fruit
that we got on board
when we docked.
Usually happens to me
after a long deployment.
Too much fresh fruit?
No. Too much booze on liberty.
( chuckles)
LAMB: Mr. Roberts.
Has Lieutenant
Schonke gone ashore?
Yes, sir. No, sir.
Which is it?
She just signed out, Lieutenant.
Where the hell were
you, Mr. Roberts?
I was in the head, sir.
Nobody's supposed to
leave this ship without
the officer of the watch
giving permission, mister.
I know, sir but...
Ensign Roberts was
indisposed, Lieutenant,
and I was acting
officer of the watch, sir.
Permission to leave this 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.
( both chuckling)
We can get eggs and
pancakes on the ship, Chief.
I don't know why you'd want
to pay for them at 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.
(thundering)
(thunder cracks)
(thunder rumbling)
(slow R&B playing)
SCHONKE'S VOICE: 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.
Buona sera.
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?
(laughs)
(thunder rumbling)
(sighs)
(knock at door)
Hey.
You forgot.
The Lieutenant
Murphy court-martial.
Yeah, you were
going to 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
and walk you to your car.
An old shipmate
of mine's in town
just for the evening.
I haven't seen him in years.
We're going to
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 got to get going.
To meet a friend?
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, uh...
we missed more
than we connected.
Hmm, it happens.
Two years ago, she
was coming back
after six months of sea duty.
We were going to
get together for a week
up at her parents'
cabin in Maine
and talk about the future...
Our future.
What happened?
She was murdered.
MAN: All right,
you know the drill...
The 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.
Looky, looky, looky... JAG.
Yes, sir. Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.
This is Lieutenant,
J.G., Austin.
I can read rank, Mr. Rabb.
I didn't mean to imply
that you couldn't, sir.
Brian Tur-que.
N.C.I.S. agent on
board the Seahawk.
We're looking forward
to working with you,
Agent Turkey.
It's "Tur-que," 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 Tur-que?
White female, shot twice
in the chest at close range.
She was the Crypto
officer on board.
Lieutenant Diane Schonke.
Any witnesses?
CHEGWIDDEN: The victim was
a girlfriend of Commander Rabb's?
KRENNICK: An academy classmate.
N.C.I.S. is demanding
to have him removed
from the investigation.
Demanding?
Yes, sir.
Specifically the investigator
on board the Seahawk:
An Agent Turkey.
Turkey? You're kidding me.
No, sir.
(chuckles)
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 hadn't asked.
Well, technically,
this Turkey...
(chuckling)
His life in high school
must have been hell.
Oh, I'm sure it was, sir.
Anyway, as I was
saying, technically, this...
N.C.I.S. agent has jurisdiction.
You have a solution?
Yes, sir.
I take point in the
JAG investigation.
Allison, 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 judgment,
which is free of his
emotional entanglement.
Do it.
You have a devious
mind, Allison.
Thank you, sir.
HARM: 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.
Come on, 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
the prime suspect...
Lieutenant Lamb.
TURKEY: Why did
you, uh, 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, uh... 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.
KRENNICK: And you were officer
of the deck last
night, Commander?
That's correct.
That's unusual, isn't it, sir?
The exec standing watch?
Well, 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
away to Washington,
I had to stay on board anyway,
so I decided to stand a watch.
And Lieutenant Schonke
was junior officer of the deck?
During the midwatch, yes.
KRENNICK: And Lieutenant Lamb?
He was communications
officer during the midwatch.
Commander Holbarth...
where did those officers
stand their watches?
Lieutenant Lamb
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.
Yes, 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 behavior, 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?
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.
MACKENZIE: Was Lamb
lying about Diane being stalked?
He lied about having a date
with her that Saturday.
She was on her way
to spend the week with me.
Did you confront him what that?
No.
Krennick didn't
want me to tip him off.
She wanted to gather
more evidence first.
Yeah, 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.
MacKENZIE: Did you
love her that much?
I didn't realize 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.
(sighs)
Do you hold it against
me for looking like Diane?
Of course not.
Then don't apologize
for saying something
that reminded me of Dalton.
Did Agent Turkey think
Lieutenant Lamb 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, I'm Sarah Williams,
Diane's bunkmate.
RABB: I wasn't informed
they'd found you.
(sniffles)
(sobbing)
If you're done
consoling the Lieutenant,
I have some questions.
S-Sorry, sir.
I just know how close they were.
It's nothing to
apologize for, Sarah.
How close were they, Lieutenant?
WILLIAMS: 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.
WILLIAMS: None that I knew of.
TURKEY: 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 Lamb.
He's one of those officers
who doesn't get
the word no matter
how many times
the Navy puts it out.
ROBERTS: You have
no idea how difficult it is
escorting a civilian
on a tour of the flight
deck during flight ops.
That's, uh, 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 sort of like the
symbols on the road signs
where the first
time you see them,
you understand them.
Like, uh...
Follow me?
Uh-huh. Or, uh...
Watch your step?
Right. Or...
Look right?
Look left?
Stop?
Try this one.
Mark your territory?
Uh, no, sir. No, um, uh...
Shake a leg?
Hurry up?
Yes, ma'am.
Would you excuse
us, Mr. Roberts?
Uh, did I do
something wrong, sir?
No. I'd just like to speak
to the Lieutenant privately.
Oh, uh, sorry.
Yes, sir, um, I'll, uh...
on my way.
What's up?
Lamb was harassing Diane.
She complained to
Commander Holbarth.
Why didn't he say anything
when you questioned him?
That's what Krennick's
going find out.
I knew something wasn't
right when Lamb 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!
(hatch door slams)
KRENNICK: Why didn't you
tell us Lieutenant Schonke
complained of being
harassed by Lieutenant Lamb?
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
emphasized that Lieutenant Lamb
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 going to help it.
You should have protected
yourself, Commander.
Lieutenant Lamb
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 their duties.
Started stalking her instead.
What?
Lieutenant Lamb
and Williams claim
the victim said someone
was stalking her.
No, no, no, no, no.
She never reported that to me.
I'd have acted on it if she did.
And why would she
tell Lieutenant Lamb?
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.
(laughter)
Then I explained it to him
and he still didn't get it.
(chuckling)
(bell ringing)
(laughter and lively chatter)
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.
Uh, no. Of course not.
That was a stupid
thing for me to say.
Yeah, it was stupid.
(clears throat)
Well, if you'll excuse
me, sir, I have a watch to...
Sit down, Lieutenant.
Why did you run after
Diane at 4:00 in the morning?
It's in my statement.
I didn't think she'd
leave the ship
so soon after
going off midwatch.
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. Lamb?
I, uh...
I-I-I didn't.
I was hoping to get one.
So you lied in your statement.
I didn't kill her.
You stalked her.
That wasn't me.
I was the one who told the
inquiry she was being stalked.
And you were the one who told the
inquiry 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-color jokes, but I...
When she reported
you to the X.O...
What?!
You started stalking her.
No!
You lying son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, whoa!
Commander, no!
No! He killed Diane!
If he did, this isn't
going to prove it, sir.
It's just going to get
you court-martialed.
Consider yourself restricted
to the ship, Lieutenant.
Escort him back
on board, Chief...
Aye, sir.
And then report my
assault to the X.O.
What assault, sir?
I didn't kill Diane,
but I can understand
how someone in
love with her feels.
Let's go, Chief.
(thunder rumbling)
MacKENZIE: You
went into that diner,
thinking Lieutenant
Lamb killed Diane.
But after you confronted him,
you weren't so sure, were you?
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.
(thunderclap)
I didn't say Lieutenant
Lamb was innocent.
I said I had doubts.
Give me the weapon, Mac.
It's probably not your
only weapon anyway.
What happened next?
I got to 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.
Oh, I'm not telling a joke.
Now, you want me to lock you in
or out?
Well, 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 going to do.
I don't know what
I'm going to do.
What happened after you
slugged Lieutenant Lamb?
Krennick's coming on
to me wasn't about sex.
It was about power.
I was the hot hand in JAG
and represented
a potential rival.
So, she tried to use
sex to control you.
Very masculine approach.
Well, that's a very
feminine assumption.
Touché.
And... Krennick
heard I slugged Lamb,
it was the perfect excuse
she needed to get rid of me.
Ma'am.
Ma'am.
(shop bell ringing)
(bell ringing)
I guess the word's out.
Did you think slugging a junior
officer in a crowded hash house
would go unnoticed?
It'll headline
the next issue of
the Navy Times.
"JAG officer
assaults suspect
in carrier murder."
Is Turkey charging Lamb?
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
Lamb might harass her.
Lieutenant 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
going to 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 going to
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.
Allison, don't do this.
If I don't report you,
Agent Turkey will make sure
that the Seahawk skipper does
when he returns on Monday.
That'll 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.
MacKENZIE: I can't believe you've
been hunting a killer for two years,
and I knew nothing
about it. (thundering)
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.
(heavy breathing)
(heavy breathing)
(gasps)
Hello?
Hello? Is somebody there?
(grunts)
(whimpering)
(yells)
(gasping)
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.
(panting)
(sighs)
(gasps)
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Not your fault, sir.
I'm a little edgy.
CAHILL: Gangway!
Sorry, sir. Ma'am.
What's going on,
Gunnery Sergeant?!
Someone was stalking
Commander Krennick, sir.
She believes it was
Lieutenant Lamb,
and he hasn't been seen
since reporting
back to the ship, sir.
Did you check his quarters?
On my way there now, sir.
Oh!
MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Lamb committed suicide?
Well, 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.
Lamb 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, Counselor.
Now you think the
Admiral will buy that
if you pull the trigger tonight?
How do you know that Lieutenant
Lamb 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.
Lamb could've written it and then
smudged the keys as he typed.
He was killed with a Navy-issue
nine-millimeter Beretta.
Diane was killed with a .38,
which was never found.
Lamb could've owned a .38
and tossed it after the murder.
Lamb 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 Lamb's service record.
(sighs)
How could all three
of you miss that?
I guess we were too
preoccupied with each other.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(toilet flushing)
What the hell are you doing
in my quarters?
I, uh... wanted to return
those letters to you...
privately.
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, uh, 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.
MacKENZIE: Why the
sudden change of attitude?
Case was closed.
He had his murderer.
No point continuing
the spitting contest.
Was Agent Turkey
the N.C.I.S. Officer
on board the Seahawk?
Harm?
Took me two years
what just took you
an hour to figure out.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Turkey acted as though
he'd been assigned the
case out of the Norfolk office
but, uh... he was on
the ship the entire cruise.
So, he knew Diane?
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.
(car engine starting)
Harm!
(thunder cracks)
I got here as fast
as I could, Major.
Were you able to find
the N.C.I.S. personnel file?
Not without a code.
I can get in.
(thundering)
(sighs)
Uh, Major, you're
dripping on my computer.
You should change
into some dry clothes.
Harriet's got an extra
uniform up in her locker.
Um, 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, 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 them.
MacKENZIE: He
can't be in Seattle.
Well, apparently he is, ma'am...
unless he's on an investigation.
(sighs) I'll get the night
number of his superior.
What was Turkey like?
Kind of reminded me of a walrus.
Did you ever see he and
Lieutenant Schonke together?
Pardon?
On board, during the deployment.
Agent Turkey
wasn't on the cruise.
He wasn't the N.C.I.S.
agent on board?
No. What gave you that idea?
Damn you, Harm.
MacKENZIE: Besides
Lieutenant Lamb,
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?
(distant ship horn blares)
WILLIAMS: I'm glad
it ended this way.
I couldn't have taken a trial.
I don't even know how I'm
going to 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.
Uh-huh. Any reason
why she shouldn't?
No.
MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Austin suspected Williams?
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
cliché, 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 Lamb's suicide.
Well, I guess you can relax
now, Commander Krennick.
Hmm, hardly.
I thought Lieutenant
Lamb's confession
would wrap up the investigation.
It shortens the murder inquiry
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
Lamb's confession and suicide
gets you off the
hook for not reporting
a possible sexual harassment
among your junior officers...
That wasn't what I was asking.
The answer is no.
ROBERTS: 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 through.
ROBERTS: The Destroyer Sheppard
docked at Pier Six
this morning at Norfolk.
What are you going to 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.
(sneezing)
Gesundheit.
Commander?
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
Still standing the midwatch
first night in port, huh?
Uh... 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, uh...
Well, I didn't find this
one until just recently.
Read it, Commander.
SCHONKE'S VOICE: 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 those female officers
who will serve under your
command in the future.
This was obviously
written to Lieutenant Lamb.
She didn't serve
under Lieutenant Lamb.
She served under you.
It's also unsigned.
It's inadmissible
in a court-martial.
That night on the midwatch,
you tried to talk her out
of filing the complaint.
When that failed, you
told Lieutenant Lamb 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.
MacKENZIE: Harm? Don't!
Oh, my God.
Schonke...
No, I...
I didn't mean to.
I, uh... I'm sorry.
I... I didn't mean to...
(Holbarth yelling)
(yelling)
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 Lieutenant 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.
(sighs)
Would you have killed him?
We'll never know.
I know.
You were kissing her.
of the watch, Chief?
Nature called, ma'am.
If you wanna, I'll get him.
Not necessary.
Kind of late to be going
on liberty, Lieutenant.
I just got off midwatch.
Well, I didn't figure
Mr. Holbarth would stick you
with that, ma'am.
I mean, he usually
reserves midnight to 4:00
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.
ROBERTS: Sorry, Chief.
Must've been
all that fresh fruit
that we got on board
when we docked.
Usually happens to me
after a long deployment.
Too much fresh fruit?
No. Too much booze on liberty.
( chuckles)
LAMB: Mr. Roberts.
Has Lieutenant
Schonke gone ashore?
Yes, sir. No, sir.
Which is it?
She just signed out, Lieutenant.
Where the hell were
you, Mr. Roberts?
I was in the head, sir.
Nobody's supposed to
leave this ship without
the officer of the watch
giving permission, mister.
I know, sir but...
Ensign Roberts was
indisposed, Lieutenant,
and I was acting
officer of the watch, sir.
Permission to leave this 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.
( both chuckling)
We can get eggs and
pancakes on the ship, Chief.
I don't know why you'd want
to pay for them at 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.
(thundering)
(thunder cracks)
(thunder rumbling)
(slow R&B playing)
SCHONKE'S VOICE: 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.
Buona sera.
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?
(laughs)
(thunder rumbling)
(sighs)
(knock at door)
Hey.
You forgot.
The Lieutenant
Murphy court-martial.
Yeah, you were
going to 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
and walk you to your car.
An old shipmate
of mine's in town
just for the evening.
I haven't seen him in years.
We're going to
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 got to get going.
To meet a friend?
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, uh...
we missed more
than we connected.
Hmm, it happens.
Two years ago, she
was coming back
after six months of sea duty.
We were going to
get together for a week
up at her parents'
cabin in Maine
and talk about the future...
Our future.
What happened?
She was murdered.
MAN: All right,
you know the drill...
The 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.
Looky, looky, looky... JAG.
Yes, sir. Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.
This is Lieutenant,
J.G., Austin.
I can read rank, Mr. Rabb.
I didn't mean to imply
that you couldn't, sir.
Brian Tur-que.
N.C.I.S. agent on
board the Seahawk.
We're looking forward
to working with you,
Agent Turkey.
It's "Tur-que," 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 Tur-que?
White female, shot twice
in the chest at close range.
She was the Crypto
officer on board.
Lieutenant Diane Schonke.
Any witnesses?
CHEGWIDDEN: The victim was
a girlfriend of Commander Rabb's?
KRENNICK: An academy classmate.
N.C.I.S. is demanding
to have him removed
from the investigation.
Demanding?
Yes, sir.
Specifically the investigator
on board the Seahawk:
An Agent Turkey.
Turkey? You're kidding me.
No, sir.
(chuckles)
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 hadn't asked.
Well, technically,
this Turkey...
(chuckling)
His life in high school
must have been hell.
Oh, I'm sure it was, sir.
Anyway, as I was
saying, technically, this...
N.C.I.S. agent has jurisdiction.
You have a solution?
Yes, sir.
I take point in the
JAG investigation.
Allison, 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 judgment,
which is free of his
emotional entanglement.
Do it.
You have a devious
mind, Allison.
Thank you, sir.
HARM: 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.
Come on, 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
the prime suspect...
Lieutenant Lamb.
TURKEY: Why did
you, uh, 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, uh... 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.
KRENNICK: And you were officer
of the deck last
night, Commander?
That's correct.
That's unusual, isn't it, sir?
The exec standing watch?
Well, 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
away to Washington,
I had to stay on board anyway,
so I decided to stand a watch.
And Lieutenant Schonke
was junior officer of the deck?
During the midwatch, yes.
KRENNICK: And Lieutenant Lamb?
He was communications
officer during the midwatch.
Commander Holbarth...
where did those officers
stand their watches?
Lieutenant Lamb
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.
Yes, 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 behavior, 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?
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.
MACKENZIE: Was Lamb
lying about Diane being stalked?
He lied about having a date
with her that Saturday.
She was on her way
to spend the week with me.
Did you confront him what that?
No.
Krennick didn't
want me to tip him off.
She wanted to gather
more evidence first.
Yeah, 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.
MacKENZIE: Did you
love her that much?
I didn't realize 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.
(sighs)
Do you hold it against
me for looking like Diane?
Of course not.
Then don't apologize
for saying something
that reminded me of Dalton.
Did Agent Turkey think
Lieutenant Lamb 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, I'm Sarah Williams,
Diane's bunkmate.
RABB: I wasn't informed
they'd found you.
(sniffles)
(sobbing)
If you're done
consoling the Lieutenant,
I have some questions.
S-Sorry, sir.
I just know how close they were.
It's nothing to
apologize for, Sarah.
How close were they, Lieutenant?
WILLIAMS: 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.
WILLIAMS: None that I knew of.
TURKEY: 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 Lamb.
He's one of those officers
who doesn't get
the word no matter
how many times
the Navy puts it out.
ROBERTS: You have
no idea how difficult it is
escorting a civilian
on a tour of the flight
deck during flight ops.
That's, uh, 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 sort of like the
symbols on the road signs
where the first
time you see them,
you understand them.
Like, uh...
Follow me?
Uh-huh. Or, uh...
Watch your step?
Right. Or...
Look right?
Look left?
Stop?
Try this one.
Mark your territory?
Uh, no, sir. No, um, uh...
Shake a leg?
Hurry up?
Yes, ma'am.
Would you excuse
us, Mr. Roberts?
Uh, did I do
something wrong, sir?
No. I'd just like to speak
to the Lieutenant privately.
Oh, uh, sorry.
Yes, sir, um, I'll, uh...
on my way.
What's up?
Lamb was harassing Diane.
She complained to
Commander Holbarth.
Why didn't he say anything
when you questioned him?
That's what Krennick's
going find out.
I knew something wasn't
right when Lamb 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!
(hatch door slams)
KRENNICK: Why didn't you
tell us Lieutenant Schonke
complained of being
harassed by Lieutenant Lamb?
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
emphasized that Lieutenant Lamb
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 going to help it.
You should have protected
yourself, Commander.
Lieutenant Lamb
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 their duties.
Started stalking her instead.
What?
Lieutenant Lamb
and Williams claim
the victim said someone
was stalking her.
No, no, no, no, no.
She never reported that to me.
I'd have acted on it if she did.
And why would she
tell Lieutenant Lamb?
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.
(laughter)
Then I explained it to him
and he still didn't get it.
(chuckling)
(bell ringing)
(laughter and lively chatter)
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.
Uh, no. Of course not.
That was a stupid
thing for me to say.
Yeah, it was stupid.
(clears throat)
Well, if you'll excuse
me, sir, I have a watch to...
Sit down, Lieutenant.
Why did you run after
Diane at 4:00 in the morning?
It's in my statement.
I didn't think she'd
leave the ship
so soon after
going off midwatch.
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. Lamb?
I, uh...
I-I-I didn't.
I was hoping to get one.
So you lied in your statement.
I didn't kill her.
You stalked her.
That wasn't me.
I was the one who told the
inquiry she was being stalked.
And you were the one who told the
inquiry 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-color jokes, but I...
When she reported
you to the X.O...
What?!
You started stalking her.
No!
You lying son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, whoa!
Commander, no!
No! He killed Diane!
If he did, this isn't
going to prove it, sir.
It's just going to get
you court-martialed.
Consider yourself restricted
to the ship, Lieutenant.
Escort him back
on board, Chief...
Aye, sir.
And then report my
assault to the X.O.
What assault, sir?
I didn't kill Diane,
but I can understand
how someone in
love with her feels.
Let's go, Chief.
(thunder rumbling)
MacKENZIE: You
went into that diner,
thinking Lieutenant
Lamb killed Diane.
But after you confronted him,
you weren't so sure, were you?
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.
(thunderclap)
I didn't say Lieutenant
Lamb was innocent.
I said I had doubts.
Give me the weapon, Mac.
It's probably not your
only weapon anyway.
What happened next?
I got to 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.
Oh, I'm not telling a joke.
Now, you want me to lock you in
or out?
Well, 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 going to do.
I don't know what
I'm going to do.
What happened after you
slugged Lieutenant Lamb?
Krennick's coming on
to me wasn't about sex.
It was about power.
I was the hot hand in JAG
and represented
a potential rival.
So, she tried to use
sex to control you.
Very masculine approach.
Well, that's a very
feminine assumption.
Touché.
And... Krennick
heard I slugged Lamb,
it was the perfect excuse
she needed to get rid of me.
Ma'am.
Ma'am.
(shop bell ringing)
(bell ringing)
I guess the word's out.
Did you think slugging a junior
officer in a crowded hash house
would go unnoticed?
It'll headline
the next issue of
the Navy Times.
"JAG officer
assaults suspect
in carrier murder."
Is Turkey charging Lamb?
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
Lamb might harass her.
Lieutenant 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
going to 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 going to
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.
Allison, don't do this.
If I don't report you,
Agent Turkey will make sure
that the Seahawk skipper does
when he returns on Monday.
That'll 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.
MacKENZIE: I can't believe you've
been hunting a killer for two years,
and I knew nothing
about it. (thundering)
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.
(heavy breathing)
(heavy breathing)
(gasps)
Hello?
Hello? Is somebody there?
(grunts)
(whimpering)
(yells)
(gasping)
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.
(panting)
(sighs)
(gasps)
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Not your fault, sir.
I'm a little edgy.
CAHILL: Gangway!
Sorry, sir. Ma'am.
What's going on,
Gunnery Sergeant?!
Someone was stalking
Commander Krennick, sir.
She believes it was
Lieutenant Lamb,
and he hasn't been seen
since reporting
back to the ship, sir.
Did you check his quarters?
On my way there now, sir.
Oh!
MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Lamb committed suicide?
Well, 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.
Lamb 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, Counselor.
Now you think the
Admiral will buy that
if you pull the trigger tonight?
How do you know that Lieutenant
Lamb 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.
Lamb could've written it and then
smudged the keys as he typed.
He was killed with a Navy-issue
nine-millimeter Beretta.
Diane was killed with a .38,
which was never found.
Lamb could've owned a .38
and tossed it after the murder.
Lamb 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 Lamb's service record.
(sighs)
How could all three
of you miss that?
I guess we were too
preoccupied with each other.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(toilet flushing)
What the hell are you doing
in my quarters?
I, uh... wanted to return
those letters to you...
privately.
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, uh, 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.
MacKENZIE: Why the
sudden change of attitude?
Case was closed.
He had his murderer.
No point continuing
the spitting contest.
Was Agent Turkey
the N.C.I.S. Officer
on board the Seahawk?
Harm?
Took me two years
what just took you
an hour to figure out.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Turkey acted as though
he'd been assigned the
case out of the Norfolk office
but, uh... he was on
the ship the entire cruise.
So, he knew Diane?
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.
(car engine starting)
Harm!
(thunder cracks)
I got here as fast
as I could, Major.
Were you able to find
the N.C.I.S. personnel file?
Not without a code.
I can get in.
(thundering)
(sighs)
Uh, Major, you're
dripping on my computer.
You should change
into some dry clothes.
Harriet's got an extra
uniform up in her locker.
Um, 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, 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 them.
MacKENZIE: He
can't be in Seattle.
Well, apparently he is, ma'am...
unless he's on an investigation.
(sighs) I'll get the night
number of his superior.
What was Turkey like?
Kind of reminded me of a walrus.
Did you ever see he and
Lieutenant Schonke together?
Pardon?
On board, during the deployment.
Agent Turkey
wasn't on the cruise.
He wasn't the N.C.I.S.
agent on board?
No. What gave you that idea?
Damn you, Harm.
MacKENZIE: Besides
Lieutenant Lamb,
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?
(distant ship horn blares)
WILLIAMS: I'm glad
it ended this way.
I couldn't have taken a trial.
I don't even know how I'm
going to 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.
Uh-huh. Any reason
why she shouldn't?
No.
MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Austin suspected Williams?
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
cliché, 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 Lamb's suicide.
Well, I guess you can relax
now, Commander Krennick.
Hmm, hardly.
I thought Lieutenant
Lamb's confession
would wrap up the investigation.
It shortens the murder inquiry
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
Lamb's confession and suicide
gets you off the
hook for not reporting
a possible sexual harassment
among your junior officers...
That wasn't what I was asking.
The answer is no.
ROBERTS: 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 through.
ROBERTS: The Destroyer Sheppard
docked at Pier Six
this morning at Norfolk.
What are you going to 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.
(sneezing)
Gesundheit.
Commander?
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
Still standing the midwatch
first night in port, huh?
Uh... 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, uh...
Well, I didn't find this
one until just recently.
Read it, Commander.
SCHONKE'S VOICE: 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 those female officers
who will serve under your
command in the future.
This was obviously
written to Lieutenant Lamb.
She didn't serve
under Lieutenant Lamb.
She served under you.
It's also unsigned.
It's inadmissible
in a court-martial.
That night on the midwatch,
you tried to talk her out
of filing the complaint.
When that failed, you
told Lieutenant Lamb 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.
MacKENZIE: Harm? Don't!
Oh, my God.
Schonke...
No, I...
I didn't mean to.
I, uh... I'm sorry.
I... I didn't mean to...
(Holbarth yelling)
(yelling)
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 Lieutenant 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.
(sighs)
Would you have killed him?
We'll never know.
I know.
You were kissing her.