JAG (1995–2005): Season 8, Episode 10 - The Killer - full transcript
RAdm. Chegwidden diverts Harm to Naples, Italy, on his way back from Seahawk (in the Arabian Sea), and he sends Tracy there also to join him - to find a serial killer who an Interpol officer believes to be aboard a certain US destroyer. Four prostitutes have died in Mediterranean liberty ports under bizarre circumstances. Criminal profiling works well; however, after Harm and Tracy first search unsuccessfully in the obvious direction, then they suddenly by surprise find the offender, who does indeed fit the predicted profile. Tracy fluently converses with an Italian inspector in his own language, and she tells him that her father came from Milan. Meanwhile Sturgis works with Bud, and Harriet tries to work with Loren, who has decided to get an abortion.
Inspector Pietro
Gianinni, Interpol.
Excuse me. Mi scusi.
My English is not so good.
Oh, your English
is fine, Inspector.
Commander Rabb,
U.S. Navy's Judge
Advocate General's office.
Commander, it is a pity
your visit to our beautiful city
is for such an unhappy reason.
Another woman, Inspector?
Yes, a prostitute.
She was found here
facing out the
window, strangled.
Exactly as the
other three victims.
Si, Inspector.
Grazie.
Here.
And you believe one of
our people is involved?
I'm sorry to say
we do, Commander.
We have usually
very positive
experience of your Navy
but each of the victims
was last seen in the company
of a U.S. sailor in uniform.
And each of the murders occurred
while one of your warships
was in port.
That ship, Commander.
Commander, it says in your file
that you took an
FBI course in profiling
serial murderers?
Yes, sir.
Interpol has requested our help
with the investigation
of a potential serial killer
aboard the USS Gillcrist.
How many murders
have there been, sir?
Four so far. All prostitutes.
Commander Rabb was on
his way back from the Seahawk.
I diverted him from
Bahrain to Naples.
I'm sending you
there to meet him.
Air Force C-17
leaves in two hours.
I want you on it.
Aye, aye, sir.
Is there a problem, Commander?
No, sir.
It's just...
I've never actually, I mean...
I took one course, sir.
And profiling,
sir... it's an art.
I have no idea whether
or not I'll be able to do this.
Well, Commander, I
don't have a choice.
The Gillcrist leaves
Naples in three days
and frankly, there is no one
else in this office with any
profiling experience.
I understand, sir.
Remember, Commander
Rabb's conducted numerous
murder investigations.
Just follow his lead.
That'll be all. Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
Congratulations, Lieutenant.
On your safe return, ma'am.
Is the admiral in?
He's expecting you, Lieutenant.
May I take your overcoat, ma'am?
Thank you.
Mazel tov, Lieutenant.
And welcome back.
Commander.
How you getting along?
You feeling all right?
If you're concerned about
my health, Commander,
you needn't be.
Excuse me, sir.
Enter.
Lieutenant Singer
reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, if I may.
I know you're aware
of my condition.
I am, and congratulations
and welcome home.
Since Colonel MacKenzie's
filling in as temporary
JAG aboard the Seahawk,
why don't you go ahead
and use her office for now.
Sir, I'd like to make a request.
I have 30 days
accumulated leave.
I'd like to take it, then get
back to sea duty ASAP.
Well, there's no reason
to rush the decision.
Truth be told, sir, my
decision is already made.
My condition is only temporary.
I see.
Give Tiner your updated
personnel data card
and we'll talk.
That'll be all.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Commander, are you
sure you wouldn't rather
visit your hotel
room before we start?
The Gillcrist is scheduled
to get underway in three days.
If the killer is aboard
we want to get him
before she leaves, right?
No "if," Commander.
I'm certain the
murderer is on that ship.
Well, according to the
movement report for the Gillcrist,
she came through
Gibraltar last spring.
Her first liberty port
was Barcelona, April 28.
29 April, between the
ninth hour and midnight,
the first prostitute is killed.
Next port of call was
Marseilles, May 5.
6 May, again a killing.
Sometime before midnight.
And then here in Naples, May 13.
That very same
night, a third killing,
then nothing for six months.
That's the exact time
the Gillcrist was deployed
to the Arabian sea.
She returned through
the Suez Canal,
arriving back here
in Naples yesterday.
And last night, the
murderer strikes again.
Can there be any
doubt, Commander?
That's really great, sweetheart.
Yeah, it's just a start.
Got a long way to go.
What do you mean?
Well, got the letter
from the physical
evaluation board today.
They found me
unfit for full duty.
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
You know, we talked
about this, Harriet.
It's not like it's a
complete surprise.
Hey, don't look so worried.
I'm going to exercise my
right for a full formal hearing.
And you're going to make it.
What's wrong?
Lieutenant Singer...
she returned today.
Say no more.
Well, it's not her.
It's her situation.
That pregnancy.
Yeah, well, you know.
Knowing Singer, she'll,
uh, "have it taken care of."
That's what I'm worried about.
I'm afraid she's made a
decision she's going to regret.
Well, it's her
business, Harriet.
Nothing you can do.
I know.
I know.
Commander...
Commander.
Good morning, sir.
I'm sorry to startle you.
Am I in the wrong room?
No, this is your room.
Mine wasn't ready,
so I talked them into
giving me a hotel key
just so I could shower.
I couldn't wait, and I know
we don't have much time.
I'm sorry.
No, that's... that's
fine, Commander.
I'm glad you're here.
I mean in Naples,
not in the hotel room.
Although, I mean, you're
certainly welcome to...
Do you need anything?
Just a little privacy and
I'll be ready to go, sir.
Okay.
Sir.
Yes?
Have you ever
worked with a profiler before?
Uh, no, this is,
uh, my first time.
Maybe that's good.
No expectations I won't
be able to live up to.
Why? You nervous?
Extremely.
Until you catch that
guy, lives are at stake, sir.
Until we catch the guy.
We're working as
a team on this one.
I'm going to wait
in the lobby, okay?
Ten minutes, sir.
Okay.
Inspector Gianinni...
Lieutenant Commander
Tracy Manetti.
Signorina Manetti,
the pleasure is all mine.
I had no idea the U.S. Navy
had such beautiful sailors.
Milano!
Sorry to interrupt,
but the Gillcrist gets
underway in two days, so...
Of course. I'm sorry.
Apologies.
Is this all the
physical evidence?
The autopsy reports,
investigation records?
Yes. There is very
few physical evidence.
Any body fluids, semen, saliva?
Any hair?
Nothing. There was
no sex with the victims.
Defensive wounds?
Bruising on the body or
skin under the fingernails?
There is no DNA evidence at all.
So, the women
didn't see it coming.
And he cleaned
them up afterwards,
which says he was
highly organized.
I agree.
Most serial killers
fit a basic profile.
Single white male, young,
father absent from his life.
Usually distant from his mother
a lack of a
committed relationship
with a woman...
What is it, sir?
Well, I was just thinking
that, uh, could describe me.
You're too old to fit
the profile, Commander.
Oh, well, I don't know whether
to be insulted or relieved.
We need to find the
element that sets this killer off.
His stressor.
You mean the thing
that incites him to kill?
Yes.
What are these?
Wedding rings.
All identical.
Found on the victims' fingers.
We assume they were placed there
after they were killed.
Are you sure of this?
None of the women were married.
These do not belong to them.
Interesting.
The suspect is young, yet all
the victims are older women.
To a single male,
the wedding rings
are symbolic of what?
Desire to possess, control.
Or just the opposite...
Rejection of control.
Yes, of course.
He would resent being
under the control of a female...
His mother, his wife.
Or his commanding officer.
Sir?
The skipper of the
USS Gillcrist is a woman.
Commander Amanda Waller.
Sounds like we might
have our stressor, sir.
Let's not beat around
the bush, Commander.
Two JAGs ask permission to
come aboard and speak privately
either I'm in trouble or
someone in my wardroom is,
which is the same thing.
Negative, Commander.
At least we don't think so.
Ship's company?
Four prostitutes
have been murdered,
each last seen
with a young, white, enlisted
man in a naval uniform,
while the Gillcrist was in port.
A lot of ships in this
battle group, Commander.
But I assume you've
done the math.
JAG wouldn't have sent
you all the way out here
unless you were sure.
That's correct, ma'am.
We're sure enough
to ask you to cooperate
in the investigation, Commander.
You're talking about a
serial killer aboard my ship.
Of course I'll cooperate
and I will pray to
God you're wrong.
I have 360
personnel on this ship.
Eliminate the officers,
women, and people of color,
you are still looking at a
lot of men, Commander,
and we sail in
less than 36 hours.
We realize that, Skipper.
We'll start the
breakdown by duty section.
How many duty sections
are you running here, ma'am?
There are four duty sections
on a destroyer, Commander.
Sorry, ma'am, I haven't
pulled sea duty yet.
One duty section stays on
board at all times, in rotation.
Well, we'll need to
obviously find the duty section
on liberty every time
a murder took place.
You realize, if
you can't do that,
then the killer is
not on my ship.
April 29...
Duty section 2 was on board.
May 6...
May 6...
duty section 1.
The 13th of May?
13th, duty section 3
was on board.
And the last murder took
place the day before yesterday.
Duty section 2 again.
That makes duty
section 4 on liberty
every time a murder took place.
Sorry, Skipper.
Well, that gets you down
to 55, 60 possible suspects.
We'll need to verify
the whereabouts
of every crew member
on liberty on those dates.
I'll have my department heads
start interviewing the
men and checking alibis.
And I'll get you all the service
records for duty section 4.
It might help to talk to someone
who's familiar with the sailors
in the duty section, ma'am.
That would be the
duty section leader.
I will send him up.
And, um, please help yourself
to a steady supply of coffee.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Are you still serving?
Actually, we're between
breakfast and lunch
but I'll see what I can do.
Fine.
I'll have the
bo'sun's breakfast.
Two eggs over
well, break the yolks.
I'll have white toast,
bacon ham, link sausage...
Don't bring me patties...
Side of pancakes
with Nutella, no syrup.
And bring me hot
sauce and ketchup.
Got it.
You need some juice?
Do I look like I need juice?
One water.
No ice.
I'll bring it out to you.
Looking for sublets?
It's not the personals.
Is there a reason
why you're here?
I just thought you might
like to talk, that's all.
About?
It seems that
you're in a position
where you're having
to make a decision.
There's no
decision. It's simple.
I'm not content to stay
a lieutenant, Lieutenant.
I know that you
are very committed
to your career in the Navy
but a child won't end all that.
I mean, would it be so
bad if you got to the top
and then you had somebody
there to share it with?
I know exactly what
I want, Lieutenant
and I know exactly how
to get it... end of story.
No links, we only have patties.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Can I get you anything?
Okay. HARRIET: No,
I'm good. Thank you.
There's ice in my water!
I'm just saying, Loren,
that a child is a gift.
And you might think
really hard about keeping it.
Petty Officer Marshall,
you're the Duty Section
Leader for section 4.
Have a seat.
We're interested
in personnel who fit
a specific profile.
This group in particular.
Unmarried white males
under the age of 25,
known to go with prostitutes.
Am I allowed to know why, sir?
Not at the moment,
Petty Officer.
We're also interested
in sailors whose
whereabouts cannot be verified
on these dates, between the
hours of 2100 and midnight.
Uh, I don't know about
the second part, sir.
And these dates; last spring?
It'll be pretty hard
to find anybody
who remembers back that far.
Understood.
Just do the best
you can, all right?
When do you need to know, sir?
Day before yesterday.
That'll be all.
Aye, aye, sir.
Say we narrow it down
to a dozen or so suspects.
Now, what are we
looking for then?
Behavior patterns.
Anti-social, anti-authoritarian,
prone to violence.
And he drinks...
Heavily at times...
Binge drinking, but
only after the killings,
definitely not before or during.
He's too meticulous
to let himself go
until he's completed
every detail
of his fantasy scenario.
Why does he pose
them in a chair,
where they appear to
be looking out the window
at his ship in the harbor?
Maybe he enjoys the idea
that, once he's back on board,
he could see them.
Or they could see him.
We have to get
inside his fantasy.
If we knew why he does it
the way he does,
we'd be a lot closer
to knowing who he is.
Enter.
Good evening.
Commander, we have
narrowed it down to two suspects
with Petty Officer
Marshall's help.
Both are known to
drink heavily on occasion,
have histories of brawling
and come from broken homes.
Petty Officer Lester Petrosky.
He wouldn't be my first choice.
I know this one well.
Petty Officer Benjamin Holt.
Uncooperative, not
well suited to the service.
A loner.
He thinks he's smarter
than everybody else.
He may be right.
Serial killers often exhibit
a higher-than-average
intelligence.
We'll need to interview
the two of them
when they come off liberty.
You won't have to wait that
long for Petty Officer Holt.
I had him at Captain's
Mast this morning.
He was drunk onshore
and took a swing
at a master-at-arms.
Shore patrol brought
him back to the ship.
He's confined to
quarters, Commander.
Yes, sir, I
understand my rights.
Look, I, uh... I
made a mistake, sir.
I admit it: I had a few
too many on liberty.
Well, according to shore patrol,
you had a few too many
in your back
pocket, Petty Officer.
Tried to smuggle
a flask aboard ship.
Smuggling liquor is a
serious offense, Petty Officer.
Why'd you need a drink so badly?
I guess maybe I just needed
to blow off steam, ma'am.
Like I said, I made a mistake.
Do you have a girlfriend
back home, Petty Officer?
Not at the moment, Commander.
According to your records,
your father's deceased.
Yes, sir.
Do you stay in touch
with your mother?
I don't see my
mother much, sir...
being at sea.
Your father was a
sailor, is that right?
That's correct, ma'am.
You see him much growing up?
I think we can
pretty much rule out
the Ozzie and Harriet home life,
if that's what you're
getting at, ma'am.
Your duty section leader
says you've been known
to favor bars
frequented by prostitutes.
Is that a fair statement?
Personally, I think what happens
between consenting adults
is private... sir.
Where were you
the night before last,
between the hours
of 2100 and 2330?
Club Vesuvio, sir.
It's a watering
hole near the port.
I got drunk.
I stayed drunk.
That is why I'm here, right?
Why you two are talking to me?
Unless I've misconstrued
our conversation, Commander.
That will be all for
now, Petty Officer.
Oh, one last thing...
Would you consent to
giving a blood sample?
I guess I'd have to
know why you want it, sir,
before I could
answer that question.
You going to court-martial
me over half a flask of hooch
and a scuffle on the beach, sir?
Well, I guess I need
defense counsel.
You up for the job, ma'am?
So what do you think?
What do you think, sir?
Well... I think if
we have Interpol
take a picture of
Petty Officer Holt
around to the Club Vesuvio
and the hotels where
the murders took place,
I think we'll have our man.
He doesn't match up to
one part of the profile, sir...
The way he reacted
to the blood sample.
The man we're looking
for is meticulous.
He didn't leave any
DNA at any crime scene.
There's no reason for him to
be afraid of a blood sample.
Yeah, but would he be sure?
I think he'd be confident.
He'd have anticipated
the question
and been prepared for it.
Maybe.
He was hiding something.
I agree with you, Commander.
I just don't think
we have our man.
Well, if you're right, we're
down to one suspect...
Petty Officer Petrosky...
And he's out there right now,
somewhere.
Tonight we work late, huh?
Unavoidable, Inspector.
Commander.
Buona sera, Ispettore.
And this is Master
Chief Proctor.
Inspector Pietro
Gianinni at your service.
Nice to meet you.
You have not been so
lucky, then, so far, huh?
We have two
suspects; one promising.
I think he may be the killer.
Though Commander
Manetti disagrees.
A woman's intuition, is it, huh?
Something like that.
The other is still on liberty.
The Master Chief here
is the Command Master
Chief aboard the ship.
He's agreed to help us find him.
His name is Petty
Officer Lester Petrosky.
I have copies of
his service photo.
You can pass those out.
You believe he
is, perhaps, here?
Or somewhere
near the waterfront?
He's around here somewhere.
But I'll tell you one
thing: he's not a murderer.
He is, however, unaccounted for
during the hours the
last murder took place.
And the Master Chief agrees
that he could have been
with a prostitute at the time.
Which proves nothing, ma'am.
He's a big tough kid
from West Virginia.
But he's not mean and
he wouldn't hurt a woman.
I will have these pictures
distributed in the area.
If he is here,
someone will see him.
No doubt, we will find him soon.
Oh, we'll find him.
A boy his size can't
exactly hide out in a crowd.
Come on. Finish it. Finish it.
One last stroke.
14 laps in eight minutes.
You're an aquatic
animal, Lieutenant.
Lost a little bit of my kick.
You're going to pass your
Physical Readiness Test
with flying colors.
Strength training,
flexibility... you got it.
All except one thing, sir.
What's that?
Endurance.
I saw plenty of endurance today.
Well, sir, that's...
that's in the water.
We already talked
about this, Bud.
You don't have to
run to pass the PRT.
Sir, I'm not interested in
just meeting requirements.
I have to be as
good as the next guy.
And the next guy is going
to be on his feet running.
Your wife will kill
me, Lieutenant.
She kills me at least
three times a day
and I'm still standing.
Sort of.
All right, all right.
I'll start running
you around the track.
But we're going to go slow.
That's a given, sir.
All right, let's go.
You're sure we're looking
the right place, Master Chief?
He's a country boy.
He doesn't speak
a word of Italian.
He won't get far
from his buddies
and when I spot one of them...
Is it possible he got in
trouble, ended up in jail?
It's possible.
You want me to check
that out, Commander?
As soon as you tell
me we've come up dry.
Excuse me, signore,
may I have a word with you?
Well, who the hell are you?
I'm Inspector
Gianinni with Interpol.
I wanted to know if you...
Hey, Lester!
Petrosky!
Petrosky, halt!
Petrosky, halt!
Master Chief?
Stand where you are, sailor.
What's going on, Master Chief?
You're in trouble, son.
Don't make it any worse.
He's all yours, Commander.
Coming.
Hey. Come in.
Mommy, is that the wicked witch?
Sweetie, can you just
wait for me in your room?
Okay.
Thank you.
We were just watching
The Wizard of Oz.
It's not important.
Let... I'll get you some tea.
Oh, I won't be
staying that long.
I just came to ask
you a question.
Okay.
Why do you care
what I do or don't do?
We're not friends.
You don't even like me.
I think that's a bit strong.
Although, not totally off base.
Loren, I know what
it's like to lose a child.
This is different.
You want children.
And maybe you think you don't.
Giving up this child
might be the easiest
thing in the world right now.
But sometimes it not
what you do that's hard
it's living with it afterwards.
It's living with it forever...
And things change, Loren.
Not necessarily for the better.
I mean, look at you.
Your husband's crippled...
And I am there for him,
just like he is there for me.
Uh-huh.
Look, there's another
reason I came.
To say good-bye.
Oh?
I'm taking 30 days
leave to sort things out.
Well, I'm really
glad you came by.
Take care.
You, too.
Did you enjoy your
liberty, Petty Officer?
Wh... what do you mean, sir?
Did you have any fun,
Petty Officer, with women?
Why are you asking
me this, ma'am?
Just answer the question.
I was with a woman tonight.
Is there something
wrong with that, sir?
I mean, I paid her, just
like you're supposed to.
Tonight?
Yes, ma'am.
What about Tuesday night?
Uh... I don't know. I was drunk.
What happened before
you got drunk, Petty Officer?
Before? Uh...
Nothing. Uh... I started
drinking as soon as I got there.
Go on.
Well, I didn't know
what kind of place it was.
And my buddies told me, they
said, "Take her. She likes you."
But I didn't know that...
If I hadn't been so drunk,
it never would have
happened in the first place.
It wasn't my fault.
What are you
saying, Petty Officer?
That you didn't mean it
to end up the way it did?
Of course not. I'm
not like that, I swear.
It was disgusting. I didn't...
Is that why you cleaned
her up afterwards?
Her?
It... it wasn't a her, sir.
I'm sorry I beat him up
but what he did to me,
that just wasn't right...
Pretending to be a girl and all.
You were with a transvestite
on Tuesday night?
Yes, sir.
You should have seen her, sir.
I mean, you could have
knocked me back with a lick of spit
and then I just went
crazy when I found out.
I took off before any
police showed up.
Your alibi doesn't
pan out, Petty Officer.
Bartender at the Club Vesuvio
doesn't remember seeing
you until after midnight.
He was busy
slinging drinks, sir.
I was at a back table.
We tracked down the
other sailors in your section.
They say you all went
into town together,
but you took off
and disappeared,
until you showed up
at the club at 0015.
They remember wrong, ma'am.
Yeah, well, sooner or later,
we're going to
find the one witness
who remembers seeing
you leave with the girl.
If I talk, will it make
any difference?
You mean, could you use it
as mitigation before the court?
Yes, it might help.
It was crazy.
I... I just...
I just kind of, um... snapped.
I swear, I've never done
anything like this before.
What happened?
She was pretty.
She smiled at me... I
thought she liked me.
So I waited till
the place closed
and I followed
her into the alley.
I tried to talk to her, but...
she just started slapping at me.
I was angry.
I... I know that's no excuse.
And then things...
got out of hand.
What did you do exactly?
You know how it goes, sir.
I thought she wanted it.
You... you... you raped her?
Yes, sir.
What I'm trying to
say is that I didn't
mean to force the issue.
I just figured she
liked it a little rough.
Who was this girl?
A waitress...
at this cafe.
I'm ashamed of
what I've done, sir.
Was she alive when you left?
Yes, sir.
I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill anyone.
Yasmin, this is Commander Rabb
and Commander Manetti
of the United States Navy.
Hello.
Yasmin has confirmed
Benjamin Holt's story.
She was first afraid
to report the rape.
My parents...
they would not
understand, I thought.
She has now made
a formal complaint.
Her mother supports her in this.
We're so sorry
this has happened.
You've done the
right thing, Yasmin.
Petty Officer Holt's
admitted his guilt
and the Navy will ship him home.
He will be punished.
Yes.
We first need you to confirm
the identification, though.
Will I have to see him again?
We're afraid so.
Just for a moment.
Yes.
That is him.
The profiling didn't work, sir.
Don't beat yourself
up about it, Tracy.
If your profile was correct,
Petty Officer Holt
is not the serial killer.
But somebody is, and
he's still on that ship.
This is what I've
been afraid of, sir.
The Gillcrist gets
underway in seven hours.
Four women are dead
and we're no closer
to the murderer
than we were when we started.
I'm taking Yasmin home now.
Are there any other leads?
Not at this time.
I see.
And the ship... Its
next port of call?
Monaco.
I will notify our Interpol
office in Monte Carlo.
I fear I will have to
see you there again.
If we have to.
Good-bye.
It has been my
pleasure, Commander.
Ispettore.
So, tell me, Commander,
what compelled you to
take a course in profiling?
I took the course
because I owed
something to the dead.
I was a public defender
right out of law school.
One of my cases was
John Wesley Kemper.
He killed 29 women
but was arrested for
only three of them.
That didn't keep him from
telling me about them all.
He relished my horror,
enjoyed my disgust.
I remember him.
He showed the authorities
where the bodies were buried.
Did you convince him to do that?
In return for no death penalty
and certain
privileges in prison.
In short, I made
a deal for the devil
and made sure that
the rest of his life
was as comfortable as possible.
Well, as his attorney,
that was your job.
Then I joined up.
My daddy had
served. I wanted to.
And after Kemper, I needed to.
When the Navy
started sending people
to the FBI's Behavioral
Sciences course,
I applied.
To repay the dead?
Commander Rabb.
Commander Manetti.
Petty Officer.
Finally taking a little
liberty yourself, huh?
Yes, sir.
We appreciate all your
hard work, Petty Officer.
Certainly, ma'am.
Did you find what
you were looking for?
We're still looking.
If I can be of any
more assistance, sir.
Of course, we are
shipping out soon.
Looks like somebody's worried
that you're
squandering your liberty
talking to us, Petty Officer.
We were just married this year.
Ellen tries to meet me
in as many liberty
ports as she can.
I guess Naples
is a popular spot.
Ellen and a couple of the
other guys' wives got together.
They're touring around the Med
while our ship's on deployment.
I think it's best
you deploy back to
your wife, Petty Officer.
Looks like she wants
a long good-bye.
Yes, ma'am.
Commander Rabb.
Commander Manetti.
Petty Officer.
What is it, sir?
What if the profiling
did work after all?
But it didn't, sir.
But we made an
assumption, Commander.
We assumed the
killer was on board ship
when she made port.
What if he wasn't?
What if he just met
the ship at every port?
It shouldn't be too
hard to find a dependent
who came to every city.
Come on, Commander, this
guy hasn't got away from us yet.
Skipper, we'll need to interview
some other crew members,
specifically those who
have had dependents
meet the ship at the
last four ports of call.
But we have verified
the whereabouts
of every other member
of duty section 4.
All are accounted for.
Affirmative, Commander.
We eliminated the sailors
but not their dependents.
The profile indicated that we're
looking for a young white male.
We may be off in the assumption
that he was on board this ship.
We now believe
it's either a spouse
or a boyfriend.
Anyone who met
the ship on the dates
the murders were committed.
According to your records,
there are 25 female
sailors on board.
That narrows it down.
What is it, Captain?
You forgot about me, Commander.
There are 26 female
sailors aboard this ship.
But we checked
your file, Commander.
Your husband died some
years ago, if I'm not mistaken.
Have you remarried?
No. No, I'm a widow
but I... have a stepson Peter
from my husband's
first marriage.
Um... Peter has had
some problems in the past,
with anger...
violent behavior.
But he's had treatment.
He's gotten his life together.
He's visited you...
Met the ship
while it was in port?
He's studying in Europe.
He called me in Barcelona
the day we arrived.
He wanted to see me.
I didn't...
I didn't really have that
much time for him right then.
He was angry, but...
Do you think it's possible
he visited the other ports?
It's possible.
I, uh...
I know one way to find out.
He said he'd run out of money
and asked me if I could give
him one of my credit cards.
You think he's capable of this?
He's had the best therapy
and treatment I could afford.
I'm afraid your profile
may not be that off at all.
Peter Haller?
Yes.
I'm Commander Rabb, Peter.
This is Lieutenant
Commander Manetti.
If you're looking
for my stepmother,
she's aboard the Gillcrist.
Actually, we wanted
to talk to you, Peter.
May we come in?
Why?
Excuse me.
Why not.
Tell me, what's this about?
We're with the Judge
Advocate General's office
in Washington, Peter.
Am I missing something?
I'm not in the Navy.
Is Amanda in some
sort of trouble?
Peter, the Navy believes
that a sailor under
your mother's command
has been murdering
women in the ports of call
the Gillcrist has visited.
Hmm, really?
She never mentioned that to me.
Isn't that surprising?
Not really.
She and I don't usually
pick up the phone to chat.
You spoke to her
in Barcelona, Peter.
But not in Marseilles or
Naples, though you were there.
We checked the
credit card records.
I like to travel.
She pays for it.
We've drawn up a
profile of the killer.
Would you like to hear it?
Sure.
He's smart...
but not as smart
as he thinks he is.
Most people aren't.
He thinks he's good-looking
but women don't
find him attractive.
They're not interested in him.
Is that why he kills them?
No, it's not quite
that simple, Peter.
We don't know why,
but he's done it four times
and he's gotten good at it.
He knows and takes what he needs
with him everywhere.
Ropes to tie them up with,
gloves, cleaning supplies...
His murder kit.
He's not really a sailor,
though, is he, Peter?
How would I know?
But he's got a
uniform, doesn't he?
Looks like you're getting
ready to check out.
Mind if I take a look
through your luggage?
You got a search warrant?
Well, Peter, actually,
I don't need one.
We're not in the United States
and the room is registered
in your mother's name.
She's given her consent.
I'll kill her.
You okay?
Better call Inspector Gianinni.
Woman lost her husband
now her stepson.
Thank you, Commander.
I don't know how you can
get past something like this.
Well, I don't know
if you'll ever get past it.
The skipper has
360 men and women,
looking to her for leadership.
She'll rise to the challenge.
Duty requires it.
All engines ahead one-third.
Right standard rudder.
All engines ahead one-third.
Right standard rudder, aye.
Steady up on new course,
two-seven-three degrees.
Gianinni, Interpol.
Excuse me. Mi scusi.
My English is not so good.
Oh, your English
is fine, Inspector.
Commander Rabb,
U.S. Navy's Judge
Advocate General's office.
Commander, it is a pity
your visit to our beautiful city
is for such an unhappy reason.
Another woman, Inspector?
Yes, a prostitute.
She was found here
facing out the
window, strangled.
Exactly as the
other three victims.
Si, Inspector.
Grazie.
Here.
And you believe one of
our people is involved?
I'm sorry to say
we do, Commander.
We have usually
very positive
experience of your Navy
but each of the victims
was last seen in the company
of a U.S. sailor in uniform.
And each of the murders occurred
while one of your warships
was in port.
That ship, Commander.
Commander, it says in your file
that you took an
FBI course in profiling
serial murderers?
Yes, sir.
Interpol has requested our help
with the investigation
of a potential serial killer
aboard the USS Gillcrist.
How many murders
have there been, sir?
Four so far. All prostitutes.
Commander Rabb was on
his way back from the Seahawk.
I diverted him from
Bahrain to Naples.
I'm sending you
there to meet him.
Air Force C-17
leaves in two hours.
I want you on it.
Aye, aye, sir.
Is there a problem, Commander?
No, sir.
It's just...
I've never actually, I mean...
I took one course, sir.
And profiling,
sir... it's an art.
I have no idea whether
or not I'll be able to do this.
Well, Commander, I
don't have a choice.
The Gillcrist leaves
Naples in three days
and frankly, there is no one
else in this office with any
profiling experience.
I understand, sir.
Remember, Commander
Rabb's conducted numerous
murder investigations.
Just follow his lead.
That'll be all. Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
Congratulations, Lieutenant.
On your safe return, ma'am.
Is the admiral in?
He's expecting you, Lieutenant.
May I take your overcoat, ma'am?
Thank you.
Mazel tov, Lieutenant.
And welcome back.
Commander.
How you getting along?
You feeling all right?
If you're concerned about
my health, Commander,
you needn't be.
Excuse me, sir.
Enter.
Lieutenant Singer
reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
Sir, if I may.
I know you're aware
of my condition.
I am, and congratulations
and welcome home.
Since Colonel MacKenzie's
filling in as temporary
JAG aboard the Seahawk,
why don't you go ahead
and use her office for now.
Sir, I'd like to make a request.
I have 30 days
accumulated leave.
I'd like to take it, then get
back to sea duty ASAP.
Well, there's no reason
to rush the decision.
Truth be told, sir, my
decision is already made.
My condition is only temporary.
I see.
Give Tiner your updated
personnel data card
and we'll talk.
That'll be all.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Commander, are you
sure you wouldn't rather
visit your hotel
room before we start?
The Gillcrist is scheduled
to get underway in three days.
If the killer is aboard
we want to get him
before she leaves, right?
No "if," Commander.
I'm certain the
murderer is on that ship.
Well, according to the
movement report for the Gillcrist,
she came through
Gibraltar last spring.
Her first liberty port
was Barcelona, April 28.
29 April, between the
ninth hour and midnight,
the first prostitute is killed.
Next port of call was
Marseilles, May 5.
6 May, again a killing.
Sometime before midnight.
And then here in Naples, May 13.
That very same
night, a third killing,
then nothing for six months.
That's the exact time
the Gillcrist was deployed
to the Arabian sea.
She returned through
the Suez Canal,
arriving back here
in Naples yesterday.
And last night, the
murderer strikes again.
Can there be any
doubt, Commander?
That's really great, sweetheart.
Yeah, it's just a start.
Got a long way to go.
What do you mean?
Well, got the letter
from the physical
evaluation board today.
They found me
unfit for full duty.
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
You know, we talked
about this, Harriet.
It's not like it's a
complete surprise.
Hey, don't look so worried.
I'm going to exercise my
right for a full formal hearing.
And you're going to make it.
What's wrong?
Lieutenant Singer...
she returned today.
Say no more.
Well, it's not her.
It's her situation.
That pregnancy.
Yeah, well, you know.
Knowing Singer, she'll,
uh, "have it taken care of."
That's what I'm worried about.
I'm afraid she's made a
decision she's going to regret.
Well, it's her
business, Harriet.
Nothing you can do.
I know.
I know.
Commander...
Commander.
Good morning, sir.
I'm sorry to startle you.
Am I in the wrong room?
No, this is your room.
Mine wasn't ready,
so I talked them into
giving me a hotel key
just so I could shower.
I couldn't wait, and I know
we don't have much time.
I'm sorry.
No, that's... that's
fine, Commander.
I'm glad you're here.
I mean in Naples,
not in the hotel room.
Although, I mean, you're
certainly welcome to...
Do you need anything?
Just a little privacy and
I'll be ready to go, sir.
Okay.
Sir.
Yes?
Have you ever
worked with a profiler before?
Uh, no, this is,
uh, my first time.
Maybe that's good.
No expectations I won't
be able to live up to.
Why? You nervous?
Extremely.
Until you catch that
guy, lives are at stake, sir.
Until we catch the guy.
We're working as
a team on this one.
I'm going to wait
in the lobby, okay?
Ten minutes, sir.
Okay.
Inspector Gianinni...
Lieutenant Commander
Tracy Manetti.
Signorina Manetti,
the pleasure is all mine.
I had no idea the U.S. Navy
had such beautiful sailors.
Milano!
Sorry to interrupt,
but the Gillcrist gets
underway in two days, so...
Of course. I'm sorry.
Apologies.
Is this all the
physical evidence?
The autopsy reports,
investigation records?
Yes. There is very
few physical evidence.
Any body fluids, semen, saliva?
Any hair?
Nothing. There was
no sex with the victims.
Defensive wounds?
Bruising on the body or
skin under the fingernails?
There is no DNA evidence at all.
So, the women
didn't see it coming.
And he cleaned
them up afterwards,
which says he was
highly organized.
I agree.
Most serial killers
fit a basic profile.
Single white male, young,
father absent from his life.
Usually distant from his mother
a lack of a
committed relationship
with a woman...
What is it, sir?
Well, I was just thinking
that, uh, could describe me.
You're too old to fit
the profile, Commander.
Oh, well, I don't know whether
to be insulted or relieved.
We need to find the
element that sets this killer off.
His stressor.
You mean the thing
that incites him to kill?
Yes.
What are these?
Wedding rings.
All identical.
Found on the victims' fingers.
We assume they were placed there
after they were killed.
Are you sure of this?
None of the women were married.
These do not belong to them.
Interesting.
The suspect is young, yet all
the victims are older women.
To a single male,
the wedding rings
are symbolic of what?
Desire to possess, control.
Or just the opposite...
Rejection of control.
Yes, of course.
He would resent being
under the control of a female...
His mother, his wife.
Or his commanding officer.
Sir?
The skipper of the
USS Gillcrist is a woman.
Commander Amanda Waller.
Sounds like we might
have our stressor, sir.
Let's not beat around
the bush, Commander.
Two JAGs ask permission to
come aboard and speak privately
either I'm in trouble or
someone in my wardroom is,
which is the same thing.
Negative, Commander.
At least we don't think so.
Ship's company?
Four prostitutes
have been murdered,
each last seen
with a young, white, enlisted
man in a naval uniform,
while the Gillcrist was in port.
A lot of ships in this
battle group, Commander.
But I assume you've
done the math.
JAG wouldn't have sent
you all the way out here
unless you were sure.
That's correct, ma'am.
We're sure enough
to ask you to cooperate
in the investigation, Commander.
You're talking about a
serial killer aboard my ship.
Of course I'll cooperate
and I will pray to
God you're wrong.
I have 360
personnel on this ship.
Eliminate the officers,
women, and people of color,
you are still looking at a
lot of men, Commander,
and we sail in
less than 36 hours.
We realize that, Skipper.
We'll start the
breakdown by duty section.
How many duty sections
are you running here, ma'am?
There are four duty sections
on a destroyer, Commander.
Sorry, ma'am, I haven't
pulled sea duty yet.
One duty section stays on
board at all times, in rotation.
Well, we'll need to
obviously find the duty section
on liberty every time
a murder took place.
You realize, if
you can't do that,
then the killer is
not on my ship.
April 29...
Duty section 2 was on board.
May 6...
May 6...
duty section 1.
The 13th of May?
13th, duty section 3
was on board.
And the last murder took
place the day before yesterday.
Duty section 2 again.
That makes duty
section 4 on liberty
every time a murder took place.
Sorry, Skipper.
Well, that gets you down
to 55, 60 possible suspects.
We'll need to verify
the whereabouts
of every crew member
on liberty on those dates.
I'll have my department heads
start interviewing the
men and checking alibis.
And I'll get you all the service
records for duty section 4.
It might help to talk to someone
who's familiar with the sailors
in the duty section, ma'am.
That would be the
duty section leader.
I will send him up.
And, um, please help yourself
to a steady supply of coffee.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Are you still serving?
Actually, we're between
breakfast and lunch
but I'll see what I can do.
Fine.
I'll have the
bo'sun's breakfast.
Two eggs over
well, break the yolks.
I'll have white toast,
bacon ham, link sausage...
Don't bring me patties...
Side of pancakes
with Nutella, no syrup.
And bring me hot
sauce and ketchup.
Got it.
You need some juice?
Do I look like I need juice?
One water.
No ice.
I'll bring it out to you.
Looking for sublets?
It's not the personals.
Is there a reason
why you're here?
I just thought you might
like to talk, that's all.
About?
It seems that
you're in a position
where you're having
to make a decision.
There's no
decision. It's simple.
I'm not content to stay
a lieutenant, Lieutenant.
I know that you
are very committed
to your career in the Navy
but a child won't end all that.
I mean, would it be so
bad if you got to the top
and then you had somebody
there to share it with?
I know exactly what
I want, Lieutenant
and I know exactly how
to get it... end of story.
No links, we only have patties.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Can I get you anything?
Okay. HARRIET: No,
I'm good. Thank you.
There's ice in my water!
I'm just saying, Loren,
that a child is a gift.
And you might think
really hard about keeping it.
Petty Officer Marshall,
you're the Duty Section
Leader for section 4.
Have a seat.
We're interested
in personnel who fit
a specific profile.
This group in particular.
Unmarried white males
under the age of 25,
known to go with prostitutes.
Am I allowed to know why, sir?
Not at the moment,
Petty Officer.
We're also interested
in sailors whose
whereabouts cannot be verified
on these dates, between the
hours of 2100 and midnight.
Uh, I don't know about
the second part, sir.
And these dates; last spring?
It'll be pretty hard
to find anybody
who remembers back that far.
Understood.
Just do the best
you can, all right?
When do you need to know, sir?
Day before yesterday.
That'll be all.
Aye, aye, sir.
Say we narrow it down
to a dozen or so suspects.
Now, what are we
looking for then?
Behavior patterns.
Anti-social, anti-authoritarian,
prone to violence.
And he drinks...
Heavily at times...
Binge drinking, but
only after the killings,
definitely not before or during.
He's too meticulous
to let himself go
until he's completed
every detail
of his fantasy scenario.
Why does he pose
them in a chair,
where they appear to
be looking out the window
at his ship in the harbor?
Maybe he enjoys the idea
that, once he's back on board,
he could see them.
Or they could see him.
We have to get
inside his fantasy.
If we knew why he does it
the way he does,
we'd be a lot closer
to knowing who he is.
Enter.
Good evening.
Commander, we have
narrowed it down to two suspects
with Petty Officer
Marshall's help.
Both are known to
drink heavily on occasion,
have histories of brawling
and come from broken homes.
Petty Officer Lester Petrosky.
He wouldn't be my first choice.
I know this one well.
Petty Officer Benjamin Holt.
Uncooperative, not
well suited to the service.
A loner.
He thinks he's smarter
than everybody else.
He may be right.
Serial killers often exhibit
a higher-than-average
intelligence.
We'll need to interview
the two of them
when they come off liberty.
You won't have to wait that
long for Petty Officer Holt.
I had him at Captain's
Mast this morning.
He was drunk onshore
and took a swing
at a master-at-arms.
Shore patrol brought
him back to the ship.
He's confined to
quarters, Commander.
Yes, sir, I
understand my rights.
Look, I, uh... I
made a mistake, sir.
I admit it: I had a few
too many on liberty.
Well, according to shore patrol,
you had a few too many
in your back
pocket, Petty Officer.
Tried to smuggle
a flask aboard ship.
Smuggling liquor is a
serious offense, Petty Officer.
Why'd you need a drink so badly?
I guess maybe I just needed
to blow off steam, ma'am.
Like I said, I made a mistake.
Do you have a girlfriend
back home, Petty Officer?
Not at the moment, Commander.
According to your records,
your father's deceased.
Yes, sir.
Do you stay in touch
with your mother?
I don't see my
mother much, sir...
being at sea.
Your father was a
sailor, is that right?
That's correct, ma'am.
You see him much growing up?
I think we can
pretty much rule out
the Ozzie and Harriet home life,
if that's what you're
getting at, ma'am.
Your duty section leader
says you've been known
to favor bars
frequented by prostitutes.
Is that a fair statement?
Personally, I think what happens
between consenting adults
is private... sir.
Where were you
the night before last,
between the hours
of 2100 and 2330?
Club Vesuvio, sir.
It's a watering
hole near the port.
I got drunk.
I stayed drunk.
That is why I'm here, right?
Why you two are talking to me?
Unless I've misconstrued
our conversation, Commander.
That will be all for
now, Petty Officer.
Oh, one last thing...
Would you consent to
giving a blood sample?
I guess I'd have to
know why you want it, sir,
before I could
answer that question.
You going to court-martial
me over half a flask of hooch
and a scuffle on the beach, sir?
Well, I guess I need
defense counsel.
You up for the job, ma'am?
So what do you think?
What do you think, sir?
Well... I think if
we have Interpol
take a picture of
Petty Officer Holt
around to the Club Vesuvio
and the hotels where
the murders took place,
I think we'll have our man.
He doesn't match up to
one part of the profile, sir...
The way he reacted
to the blood sample.
The man we're looking
for is meticulous.
He didn't leave any
DNA at any crime scene.
There's no reason for him to
be afraid of a blood sample.
Yeah, but would he be sure?
I think he'd be confident.
He'd have anticipated
the question
and been prepared for it.
Maybe.
He was hiding something.
I agree with you, Commander.
I just don't think
we have our man.
Well, if you're right, we're
down to one suspect...
Petty Officer Petrosky...
And he's out there right now,
somewhere.
Tonight we work late, huh?
Unavoidable, Inspector.
Commander.
Buona sera, Ispettore.
And this is Master
Chief Proctor.
Inspector Pietro
Gianinni at your service.
Nice to meet you.
You have not been so
lucky, then, so far, huh?
We have two
suspects; one promising.
I think he may be the killer.
Though Commander
Manetti disagrees.
A woman's intuition, is it, huh?
Something like that.
The other is still on liberty.
The Master Chief here
is the Command Master
Chief aboard the ship.
He's agreed to help us find him.
His name is Petty
Officer Lester Petrosky.
I have copies of
his service photo.
You can pass those out.
You believe he
is, perhaps, here?
Or somewhere
near the waterfront?
He's around here somewhere.
But I'll tell you one
thing: he's not a murderer.
He is, however, unaccounted for
during the hours the
last murder took place.
And the Master Chief agrees
that he could have been
with a prostitute at the time.
Which proves nothing, ma'am.
He's a big tough kid
from West Virginia.
But he's not mean and
he wouldn't hurt a woman.
I will have these pictures
distributed in the area.
If he is here,
someone will see him.
No doubt, we will find him soon.
Oh, we'll find him.
A boy his size can't
exactly hide out in a crowd.
Come on. Finish it. Finish it.
One last stroke.
14 laps in eight minutes.
You're an aquatic
animal, Lieutenant.
Lost a little bit of my kick.
You're going to pass your
Physical Readiness Test
with flying colors.
Strength training,
flexibility... you got it.
All except one thing, sir.
What's that?
Endurance.
I saw plenty of endurance today.
Well, sir, that's...
that's in the water.
We already talked
about this, Bud.
You don't have to
run to pass the PRT.
Sir, I'm not interested in
just meeting requirements.
I have to be as
good as the next guy.
And the next guy is going
to be on his feet running.
Your wife will kill
me, Lieutenant.
She kills me at least
three times a day
and I'm still standing.
Sort of.
All right, all right.
I'll start running
you around the track.
But we're going to go slow.
That's a given, sir.
All right, let's go.
You're sure we're looking
the right place, Master Chief?
He's a country boy.
He doesn't speak
a word of Italian.
He won't get far
from his buddies
and when I spot one of them...
Is it possible he got in
trouble, ended up in jail?
It's possible.
You want me to check
that out, Commander?
As soon as you tell
me we've come up dry.
Excuse me, signore,
may I have a word with you?
Well, who the hell are you?
I'm Inspector
Gianinni with Interpol.
I wanted to know if you...
Hey, Lester!
Petrosky!
Petrosky, halt!
Petrosky, halt!
Master Chief?
Stand where you are, sailor.
What's going on, Master Chief?
You're in trouble, son.
Don't make it any worse.
He's all yours, Commander.
Coming.
Hey. Come in.
Mommy, is that the wicked witch?
Sweetie, can you just
wait for me in your room?
Okay.
Thank you.
We were just watching
The Wizard of Oz.
It's not important.
Let... I'll get you some tea.
Oh, I won't be
staying that long.
I just came to ask
you a question.
Okay.
Why do you care
what I do or don't do?
We're not friends.
You don't even like me.
I think that's a bit strong.
Although, not totally off base.
Loren, I know what
it's like to lose a child.
This is different.
You want children.
And maybe you think you don't.
Giving up this child
might be the easiest
thing in the world right now.
But sometimes it not
what you do that's hard
it's living with it afterwards.
It's living with it forever...
And things change, Loren.
Not necessarily for the better.
I mean, look at you.
Your husband's crippled...
And I am there for him,
just like he is there for me.
Uh-huh.
Look, there's another
reason I came.
To say good-bye.
Oh?
I'm taking 30 days
leave to sort things out.
Well, I'm really
glad you came by.
Take care.
You, too.
Did you enjoy your
liberty, Petty Officer?
Wh... what do you mean, sir?
Did you have any fun,
Petty Officer, with women?
Why are you asking
me this, ma'am?
Just answer the question.
I was with a woman tonight.
Is there something
wrong with that, sir?
I mean, I paid her, just
like you're supposed to.
Tonight?
Yes, ma'am.
What about Tuesday night?
Uh... I don't know. I was drunk.
What happened before
you got drunk, Petty Officer?
Before? Uh...
Nothing. Uh... I started
drinking as soon as I got there.
Go on.
Well, I didn't know
what kind of place it was.
And my buddies told me, they
said, "Take her. She likes you."
But I didn't know that...
If I hadn't been so drunk,
it never would have
happened in the first place.
It wasn't my fault.
What are you
saying, Petty Officer?
That you didn't mean it
to end up the way it did?
Of course not. I'm
not like that, I swear.
It was disgusting. I didn't...
Is that why you cleaned
her up afterwards?
Her?
It... it wasn't a her, sir.
I'm sorry I beat him up
but what he did to me,
that just wasn't right...
Pretending to be a girl and all.
You were with a transvestite
on Tuesday night?
Yes, sir.
You should have seen her, sir.
I mean, you could have
knocked me back with a lick of spit
and then I just went
crazy when I found out.
I took off before any
police showed up.
Your alibi doesn't
pan out, Petty Officer.
Bartender at the Club Vesuvio
doesn't remember seeing
you until after midnight.
He was busy
slinging drinks, sir.
I was at a back table.
We tracked down the
other sailors in your section.
They say you all went
into town together,
but you took off
and disappeared,
until you showed up
at the club at 0015.
They remember wrong, ma'am.
Yeah, well, sooner or later,
we're going to
find the one witness
who remembers seeing
you leave with the girl.
If I talk, will it make
any difference?
You mean, could you use it
as mitigation before the court?
Yes, it might help.
It was crazy.
I... I just...
I just kind of, um... snapped.
I swear, I've never done
anything like this before.
What happened?
She was pretty.
She smiled at me... I
thought she liked me.
So I waited till
the place closed
and I followed
her into the alley.
I tried to talk to her, but...
she just started slapping at me.
I was angry.
I... I know that's no excuse.
And then things...
got out of hand.
What did you do exactly?
You know how it goes, sir.
I thought she wanted it.
You... you... you raped her?
Yes, sir.
What I'm trying to
say is that I didn't
mean to force the issue.
I just figured she
liked it a little rough.
Who was this girl?
A waitress...
at this cafe.
I'm ashamed of
what I've done, sir.
Was she alive when you left?
Yes, sir.
I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.
I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill anyone.
Yasmin, this is Commander Rabb
and Commander Manetti
of the United States Navy.
Hello.
Yasmin has confirmed
Benjamin Holt's story.
She was first afraid
to report the rape.
My parents...
they would not
understand, I thought.
She has now made
a formal complaint.
Her mother supports her in this.
We're so sorry
this has happened.
You've done the
right thing, Yasmin.
Petty Officer Holt's
admitted his guilt
and the Navy will ship him home.
He will be punished.
Yes.
We first need you to confirm
the identification, though.
Will I have to see him again?
We're afraid so.
Just for a moment.
Yes.
That is him.
The profiling didn't work, sir.
Don't beat yourself
up about it, Tracy.
If your profile was correct,
Petty Officer Holt
is not the serial killer.
But somebody is, and
he's still on that ship.
This is what I've
been afraid of, sir.
The Gillcrist gets
underway in seven hours.
Four women are dead
and we're no closer
to the murderer
than we were when we started.
I'm taking Yasmin home now.
Are there any other leads?
Not at this time.
I see.
And the ship... Its
next port of call?
Monaco.
I will notify our Interpol
office in Monte Carlo.
I fear I will have to
see you there again.
If we have to.
Good-bye.
It has been my
pleasure, Commander.
Ispettore.
So, tell me, Commander,
what compelled you to
take a course in profiling?
I took the course
because I owed
something to the dead.
I was a public defender
right out of law school.
One of my cases was
John Wesley Kemper.
He killed 29 women
but was arrested for
only three of them.
That didn't keep him from
telling me about them all.
He relished my horror,
enjoyed my disgust.
I remember him.
He showed the authorities
where the bodies were buried.
Did you convince him to do that?
In return for no death penalty
and certain
privileges in prison.
In short, I made
a deal for the devil
and made sure that
the rest of his life
was as comfortable as possible.
Well, as his attorney,
that was your job.
Then I joined up.
My daddy had
served. I wanted to.
And after Kemper, I needed to.
When the Navy
started sending people
to the FBI's Behavioral
Sciences course,
I applied.
To repay the dead?
Commander Rabb.
Commander Manetti.
Petty Officer.
Finally taking a little
liberty yourself, huh?
Yes, sir.
We appreciate all your
hard work, Petty Officer.
Certainly, ma'am.
Did you find what
you were looking for?
We're still looking.
If I can be of any
more assistance, sir.
Of course, we are
shipping out soon.
Looks like somebody's worried
that you're
squandering your liberty
talking to us, Petty Officer.
We were just married this year.
Ellen tries to meet me
in as many liberty
ports as she can.
I guess Naples
is a popular spot.
Ellen and a couple of the
other guys' wives got together.
They're touring around the Med
while our ship's on deployment.
I think it's best
you deploy back to
your wife, Petty Officer.
Looks like she wants
a long good-bye.
Yes, ma'am.
Commander Rabb.
Commander Manetti.
Petty Officer.
What is it, sir?
What if the profiling
did work after all?
But it didn't, sir.
But we made an
assumption, Commander.
We assumed the
killer was on board ship
when she made port.
What if he wasn't?
What if he just met
the ship at every port?
It shouldn't be too
hard to find a dependent
who came to every city.
Come on, Commander, this
guy hasn't got away from us yet.
Skipper, we'll need to interview
some other crew members,
specifically those who
have had dependents
meet the ship at the
last four ports of call.
But we have verified
the whereabouts
of every other member
of duty section 4.
All are accounted for.
Affirmative, Commander.
We eliminated the sailors
but not their dependents.
The profile indicated that we're
looking for a young white male.
We may be off in the assumption
that he was on board this ship.
We now believe
it's either a spouse
or a boyfriend.
Anyone who met
the ship on the dates
the murders were committed.
According to your records,
there are 25 female
sailors on board.
That narrows it down.
What is it, Captain?
You forgot about me, Commander.
There are 26 female
sailors aboard this ship.
But we checked
your file, Commander.
Your husband died some
years ago, if I'm not mistaken.
Have you remarried?
No. No, I'm a widow
but I... have a stepson Peter
from my husband's
first marriage.
Um... Peter has had
some problems in the past,
with anger...
violent behavior.
But he's had treatment.
He's gotten his life together.
He's visited you...
Met the ship
while it was in port?
He's studying in Europe.
He called me in Barcelona
the day we arrived.
He wanted to see me.
I didn't...
I didn't really have that
much time for him right then.
He was angry, but...
Do you think it's possible
he visited the other ports?
It's possible.
I, uh...
I know one way to find out.
He said he'd run out of money
and asked me if I could give
him one of my credit cards.
You think he's capable of this?
He's had the best therapy
and treatment I could afford.
I'm afraid your profile
may not be that off at all.
Peter Haller?
Yes.
I'm Commander Rabb, Peter.
This is Lieutenant
Commander Manetti.
If you're looking
for my stepmother,
she's aboard the Gillcrist.
Actually, we wanted
to talk to you, Peter.
May we come in?
Why?
Excuse me.
Why not.
Tell me, what's this about?
We're with the Judge
Advocate General's office
in Washington, Peter.
Am I missing something?
I'm not in the Navy.
Is Amanda in some
sort of trouble?
Peter, the Navy believes
that a sailor under
your mother's command
has been murdering
women in the ports of call
the Gillcrist has visited.
Hmm, really?
She never mentioned that to me.
Isn't that surprising?
Not really.
She and I don't usually
pick up the phone to chat.
You spoke to her
in Barcelona, Peter.
But not in Marseilles or
Naples, though you were there.
We checked the
credit card records.
I like to travel.
She pays for it.
We've drawn up a
profile of the killer.
Would you like to hear it?
Sure.
He's smart...
but not as smart
as he thinks he is.
Most people aren't.
He thinks he's good-looking
but women don't
find him attractive.
They're not interested in him.
Is that why he kills them?
No, it's not quite
that simple, Peter.
We don't know why,
but he's done it four times
and he's gotten good at it.
He knows and takes what he needs
with him everywhere.
Ropes to tie them up with,
gloves, cleaning supplies...
His murder kit.
He's not really a sailor,
though, is he, Peter?
How would I know?
But he's got a
uniform, doesn't he?
Looks like you're getting
ready to check out.
Mind if I take a look
through your luggage?
You got a search warrant?
Well, Peter, actually,
I don't need one.
We're not in the United States
and the room is registered
in your mother's name.
She's given her consent.
I'll kill her.
You okay?
Better call Inspector Gianinni.
Woman lost her husband
now her stepson.
Thank you, Commander.
I don't know how you can
get past something like this.
Well, I don't know
if you'll ever get past it.
The skipper has
360 men and women,
looking to her for leadership.
She'll rise to the challenge.
Duty requires it.
All engines ahead one-third.
Right standard rudder.
All engines ahead one-third.
Right standard rudder, aye.
Steady up on new course,
two-seven-three degrees.