JAG s03e11 Episode Script

I apologise for the hour, Miss Lane, but I feel there has been a grave misunderstanding.
Perhaps it is a cultural thing.
It is often difficult to know what is and what is not appropriate behaviour in a foreign country.
I do not think your dog likes my uniform.
I confess, I was raised in a culture that has a tendency to underestimate the capabilities of women.
I have not made that mistake with you.
Let us have a glass of wine.
Call it unofficial détente.
You're intelligent, creative and delightful company.
So tell me, Miss Lane, why would a beautiful woman with such talent waste it working for the United States Navy? 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.
Colonel Behrouz Hasan was the Turkish military attaché assigned to NATO.
Highly decorated in his country, well-respected in ours.
Last night, he was shot and killed by an Ensign Elizabeth Lane.
She's a data systems officer assigned to the Turkish embassy about two months ago to bring their computer systems up to the NATO standards.
- She admitted to the shooting? - She did more than that.
Neighbour heard the gunshot.
D.
C.
Police were there within minutes.
Ensign Lane cooperated.
She turned over her weapon, even gave them a statement.
Without a lawyer? She was read her rights and waived her right to have counsel present.
Why'd she shoot? She claimed self-defence.
Commander, we need this resolved quickly and quietly.
Turkey is one of our most important allies.
An incident like this could jeopardise our strategic position in the Middle East.
Where is Ensign Lane now, sir? Pretrial confinement.
Bud, what are you up to? - I'm typing a deposition - Give it to Ensign Sims to finish.
We're going to the brig.
We have a murder.
Really? Why wasn't I brought in? I hate it when you do that.
Well, why didn't the admiral put me on this case too? Mac, I don't know.
You'd have to ask him.
Let's go, Bud.
I guess we could use a third opinion.
Why don't you tag along? Well, what about the admiral? Well, he didn't tell me I couldn't use you.
Thanks.
The police report says you were wearing only a towel when you invited Colonel Hasan into your apartment.
- Is it correct? - No.
I mean, yes.
I was wearing just a towel, but I did not invite him in.
I'd just gotten out of the shower and the door buzzed twice.
I thought it was Mrs.
Heideger.
Mrs.
Heideger? My neighbour next door.
She's 80.
Sometimes she pushes my number by mistake.
What did you do after you buzzed the front door open? My usual routine.
I opened my apartment door a crack to make sure that she'd gotten inside.
But it wasn't Mrs.
Heideger.
It was Colonel Hasan.
Why did he wanna see you? He said he wanted to talk to me.
So I asked him to wait outside so that I could get dressed.
- So you closed the front door? - Yes, ma'am.
- Did you lock it? - No, sir.
Why? I didn't want to offend him.
I was halfway down the hall, I heard the door open and Colonel Hasan just came inside.
Uninvited? He said it would be inappropriate for someone to see him hanging around outside my apartment.
Diplomats worry a lot about appearance.
What about your appearance, ensign? You didn't get dressed.
Things happened so fast after that, sir.
So fast you forgot you were naked? I was so scared, sir.
I just froze.
How did you get your weapon? I don't remember.
Did you try calling for help? I don't think so.
You don't think so? If you thought your life was in danger, ensign, why didn't you try leaving the apartment? I don't know.
I'm sorry, I'm trying.
But it's like the details, they're all blurry.
Where do you keep your pistol? In my nightstand, but I don't remember taking it out.
It was just in my hand.
Major, I know this is not making any sense.
Why were you so scared? Did Colonel Hasan engage you in a verbal or physical confrontation? No, ma'am.
Did the colonel have a weapon? No.
Did he have any reason to be angry with you? Not that I can think of.
Did he ever touch you at all? No, ma'am.
But I knew he was going to hurt me.
I just knew.
- Derrick, don't run.
- Don't run.
Excuse me, son.
Just stop it! - Derrick, get back here! - Mary, Mary.
Go into the room.
Sit down on the couch.
You know what? I don't want this screaming.
If you wanna watch TV, you're going to have to listen to me.
We're going back to our room right now.
- Here we are.
Home sweet motel.
- Sit down, please.
Are you sure it's gonna take them three whole days to fumigate your apartment? Well, it's the whole building, Harriet.
I mean, I'm not the only one with bugs.
You know what I mean.
Well, better get going.
Gotta get that motion finished by the close of business.
- Well, you'll be back later, right? - Right.
I mean, because I have a two-for-one coupon on pizza and Free Willy on the pay-per-view.
Oh, you do know how to sweet-talk a lady.
- All right.
For you.
- Thank you.
- I'll be back.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- See you.
- Bye.
Colonel Hasan had a sterilized record.
Promoted to embassy detail after the Gulf War.
Lane's record was clean too.
Lane's record's only half a page long, Mac.
It still counts.
Neither of them had a history of violent behaviour and neither had been reprimanded.
I'm gonna have a psychological evaluation done.
Since when does a woman have to be crazy to shoot a man? You don't believe her? Believe what? She hasn't told us anything yet.
She just killed someone, Harm.
She's in shock.
It's called post-traumatic stress disorder.
I know what it's called, Freud.
Then, you should know what she's going through.
I do.
I've been there.
It's not easy to deal with.
She deserves the benefit of the doubt.
Mac, what difference does it make if I believe her or not? It's not what we think.
It's what we can prove.
Right now she's given us nothing we can build a case on.
Well, what about instinct? Why not? You rely on your gut instincts every day.
In the courtroom, during an investigation, when you're flying.
That's different, Mac.
Why? Because you're a man? Women rely on their instincts to survive.
It's why I don't go to the movies alone at night.
A woman's instincts are on overdrive 24 hours a day.
They have to be.
If Ensign Lane felt her life was in danger, chances are it was.
So I was figuring out what wine to get with pizza.
You know, is it gonna be white because of the anchovies? Or red because of the Canadian bacon? So I decided to go with champagne.
- Harriet! Harriet, are you all right? - Yeah.
Be careful where you're pointing that thing, Bud.
- Oh, I am so sorry.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
- I'll get some ice.
- Okay.
I'll get you some ice.
It brings the swelling down.
Here you go.
Okay now? Can I get you some aspirin or something? No? - No.
- Okay.
But I'll settle for a kiss.
Okay.
- Stop it! Derrick! - What are you doing? No, you can't have three separate shows on at the same time.
I'm sorry.
I feel sick.
- I just need to sit up for a second.
- Sure.
- That's okay.
- Hey, the movie's just about to start.
Okay.
That's not Free Willy.
Yeah.
It's 10:00.
Free Willy.
No, Bud, that's Free the Willy.
You didn't tell me you had a dog.
Sorry, sir.
Mrs.
Heideger's supposed to be taking care of him.
Blaze is a DEA reject, so he doesn't like men in uniform.
I found that out.
Very protective.
- Better than a boyfriend.
- Oh, yeah? Why's that? Loyal, forgiving.
Doesn't leave the toilet seat up.
Why didn't he protect you from Colonel Hasan? I do not think your dog likes my uniform.
Don't touch me.
He fed Blaze.
- Hasan? - I remember now.
I heard him open the fridge.
He put a plate of food on the floor to distract Blaze so that he wouldn't protect me.
And that's when I got the gun.
He was coming to hurt me.
So I had to shoot him.
I had to.
I wanted to apologise for last night.
I shouldn't have left.
Oh, Harriet, I can't believe that you stayed as long as you did.
We could've had a better time at the Bates Motel.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
I've given this a lot of thought.
And maybe you'd like to come and stay with me.
You and me in your apartment? Are you okay about this? Yeah.
Dinner's at 7.
Be there.
Hey! Ma'am, got the crime-scene photos.
There it is.
A plate.
- Not a dog dish or a bowl.
A plate.
- So? She said Hasan fed her dog to keep it occupied, so it wouldn't protect her.
Don't tell me you're starting to believe her.
Well, I wouldn't go that far, Mac.
Let's just say I'm seeing defence possibilities.
Excuse me, ma'am.
The admiral would like to see you in his office, commander.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
You know, this sucks.
Ma'am? I feel like I'm 15 years old again, getting grounded for stealing cars and drinking.
If that's the sort of thing one might get grounded for as a teenager.
You know, how long is the admiral gonna treat me like this? I don't know, ma'am.
Maybe you ought to let him know how you feel about it.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
I should march right in there and put it on the table.
- I don't know about that, ma'am.
- Who does he think he is anyway? - The admiral.
- I don't deserve this.
He is lucky to have me back.
I should get right in his face and give him a piece of my mind.
Mayday, major.
Mayday.
I'm a Marine, a Devil Dog.
We don't back down from anything.
Thanks, Bud.
Don't mention it.
Please.
SECNAV wants to know what progress you're making on the case.
Well, Ensign Lane seems to be suffering from some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder, sir.
She's having difficulty remembering details.
Turkish government is putting on the pressure, commander.
Well, I'm moving as quickly as I can, admiral, but it's not easy.
Right now her whole defence comes down to intuition.
I hope, for your sake, you're kidding.
He's not, sir.
Major, we're in the middle of something here.
Yes, sir, and with all due respect, I think I should be a part of it.
I know you believe I should be punished for leaving JAG, and maybe you're right.
But right now, Ensign Lane's future is more important than teaching me a lesson, sir.
Major, do you know the difference between initiative and insubordination? Yes, I do, sir, and I would like to believe that I'm demonstrating the former.
This case demands the benefit of a woman's perspective, and I, for one, believe that Ensign Lane's intuition is a valid motive.
And how is it that you're even privy to the particulars of this case? Well, sir, I I thought the major would, you know Well, it's that female perspective thing she mentioned earlier.
Sir, when we leave this building tonight, we'll do it in very different ways.
You'll get in your car and drive off.
I'll walk out and pay attention to shadows and dark corners.
My keys will be in my hand for quick access to my car and in case I need them as a weapon.
I don't give it a second thought, because it's standard operating procedure every time I leave every building.
Women's intuition isn't a joke.
It's a matter of survival.
And if it weren't for her instincts, Ensign Lane would be the one who's dead.
Sir, with the time frame being what it is, I could really use all the help I could get.
Fine.
Dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
Major.
My instincts tell me I wouldn't recommend this approach in the future.
Yes, sir.
Something sure smells good.
Well, I hope you like veggie lasagna.
My favourite.
Hey, what are these little kid things? That's a Hummel.
That one is called "On Our Way," and it's worth over $1000.
Yeah.
Is there something wrong? Wrong? No.
It's just that when we first started dating, we both got tested.
Right, and you showed me your test results and they were negative.
- They still are.
I mean, I still am.
- Well, so am I.
- Good.
- Oh, my gosh, I forgot to tell you.
I'm so sorry, I should have told you.
I think I smell your lasagna burning.
I think you're right.
Hi.
- Ready? - Where's Major MacKenzie? She's digging up everything she can on Hasan.
It's okay, ensign.
You're safe with me.
Okay.
Where's the dog? He's staying with Mrs.
Heideger.
Well, I see you like dolls.
My dad was an engineer.
I travelled around a lot as a kid.
You know, I never stayed in one country long enough to make any friends.
So my father always bought me a doll every time we moved to a new country.
So that way, I always had at least one new friend wherever I went.
Looks like you have a lot of friends.
But they're not real.
I'll be your friend.
I don't need a friend, commander.
I need someone who believes me.
Tell me the truth.
Let's walk through what happened that night.
It was 10:15.
You just got out of the shower.
I heard the door buzzer.
What? It rang twice.
That's why I thought it was Mrs.
Heideger.
So I buzzed open the lobby door, and then I opened my own door to look out.
Colonel Hasan.
Miss Lane, we need to talk.
Blaze, go lie down.
Forgive me, sir.
I need to get dressed.
- I assumed it was about work.
- Did you feel threatened? Awkward mostly.
I mean, he's a very important man, and he seemed irritated with me.
What happened then? He said, "Excuse me, Miss Lane, but I shouldn't be seen outside of your apartment.
" You must be freezing.
First time you mentioned the window.
I just remembered it.
It's always open.
Blaze likes to look outside.
Did the colonel ask for a drink? No, sir.
He said he needed a drink, and then I went into the bedroom.
- He went directly into the kitchen? - I didn't see.
There was a noise.
What kind of noise? A metallic click.
Why didn't you leave? - Sir - Hasan was in the kitchen.
Why didn't you go out the front door? I don't remember.
I just remember being so scared.
I knew that I couldn't escape and that he would never let me get away.
He had no right to come into my bedroom.
If he had just stayed out there.
He should not have come in.
It was his fault.
He was gonna hurt me.
- Let go of me! - Beth! Beth! - Let go of me! - Beth.
Beth, no one is gonna hurt you.
I won't let them.
I was defending myself, sir.
He was going to kill me.
Why won't anyone believe me? I do.
I do.
I believe you, Beth.
- Mac, where's Bud? - Haven't seen him.
Maybe Ensign Sims knows where he is.
No, I haven't seen her this morning either.
- Ensign Sims.
- Yes, sir? Have you seen Lieutenant Roberts? What do you mean, sir? There he is.
- Bud! - Yes, sir? Do you have that psychological report I asked for? I was just on my way to get that, sir.
Oh, excuse me, Ensign Harriet Sims.
What's going on with these two? Isn't it obvious? They're sleeping together.
No, no way.
Twenty bucks says they're hot bunking.
- I'll take that bet.
- Watch and learn.
- Oh, lieutenant? - Yes, ma'am.
Women's perfume.
Long blond hair.
Lipstick on the cheek.
Tell me, lieutenant, where did you sleep last night? And remember, officers never lie.
Isn't that Admiral Drake? - You're good.
- I know.
Pay up, flyboy.
I'm good for it.
I'll get you later.
What's on your mind, commander? Admiral, I just saw Commander lmes and the SECNAV leaving your office, sir.
I get the feeling I'm not being told everything.
I've told you all I can.
Well, you haven't told me all you know.
Attorney-client privilege is not the only thing preventing me from helping you, commander.
Look, I don't like this any more than you do.
But we both have to deal with it.
Is this your way of telling me that Ensign Lane is going to be fed to the dogs no matter what I do, sir? Well, I would like to think that you have more confidence in our UCMJ and your own lawyer skills.
Oh, I do, sir.
That's why I refuse to allow her to be sold out by the Navy or anyone else, sir.
You neglected to tell me you quit your job at the embassy.
I thought you knew, sir.
I assumed that my transfer request was part of my personnel file.
Why did you quit? We had several problems with the systems - and I felt I was in over my head.
- Really? You made the same upgrades for the French and the Germans.
Yes, but the Turkish system is older and it just kept crashing no matter what I tried.
Did Hasan blame you for that? Maybe.
I don't know.
Well, did he seem angry when he came to see you? He seemed to be on edge.
- Is that why you felt threatened? - Perhaps.
"Maybe, perhaps, I don't know.
" Beth, you have got to give me something solid to go on.
Why didn't you call for help? I did, sir.
I tried to call 911.
- You never told me that.
- I just remembered.
There is no record of it.
The phone wasn't working.
Beth, both phones in the apartment were in perfect working order after the incident according to the police report.
That's not true, sir.
I tried to call for help, but I couldn't get a dial tone.
All I could hear was Hasan in the kitchen.
I heard him through the phone.
He had the phone off the hook.
This was supposed to be cut-and-dried.
What's Rabb trying to prove? He's a defence lawyer, sir.
He's doing his job.
You know how this is supposed to work, admiral.
Well, then somebody should have told him.
The Turkish government expects a conviction.
Well, what do you want me to tell him? Throw the case? Lose this one for the good of the service, commander? Look, I don't care how big this is.
I don't like deceiving my people, sir.
What you tell him is your problem.
But if this doesn't go down as planned, then you become my problem.
I don't like having problems, admiral.
They're onto us.
- Bud? - I'm over here in Maritime Law.
What are you doing? - They know.
- Who? Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie.
They know that we're you know.
- Did you tell them? - No.
They figured it out.
It was Major MacKenzie.
You don't know what it's like being interrogated by a Marine.
- The woman is ruthless.
- What are we gonna do? I don't know about you, but I'm pleading the Fifth.
Admit to nothing.
Burden of proof is on the prosecution.
Just relax, Bud.
You're getting yourself worked up for nothing.
Take a deep breath.
Everything's gonna be okay.
If it makes you feel any better, I'll have a woman-to-woman talk with Major MacKenzie.
- You're the best, Harriet.
- Only with you.
Lieutenant! - Sir.
- What are you doing? I was looking for a book, sir.
Here it is.
We have no prints.
Hasan's prints weren't on the phone in the kitchen? No prints at all.
Not even Ensign Lane's.
- Somebody wiped it down.
- I did find this, however.
Hasan was assigned to the embassy after his predecessor was booted out of the country.
Oh, yeah? What'd they send him home for? Got caught stealing satellite photos of American military bases.
A spy.
Well, now, what are the chances that Colonel Hasan is continuing where his predecessor left off? - Well, we have no proof of that.
- No.
But maybe Beth does.
Well, then, why wouldn't she say something? I don't know.
Maybe she doesn't know that she knows.
Okay, back up.
You lost me.
Well, if Hasan was spying and Beth found out about it, gives him a motive to kill her, correct? Yeah, assuming she found something incriminating, which she didn't.
Maybe she found something without realising it.
Maybe something in the computers.
So assuming he was a spy and assuming he thought she'd found out, Colonel Hasan was going to kill her just to be safe? You're not buying it? No, and nobody else will either.
I'm getting Beth out of the brig.
She has the key to all this, whether she knows it or not.
Commander Rabb.
Upon review of Ensign Lane's charge report and confinement order, I agree there's no evidence to suggest that Ensign Lane will not appear at trial.
Nor do I believe she is likely to engage in serious criminal misconduct.
Therefore, I am releasing Ensign Lane back to restricted custody, confined to quarters until such time as a trial is convened or the charges are dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
Your Honour, the seriousness of this crime and the political repercussions Do not outweigh Ensign Lane's rights as an individual.
My decision stands.
It's good to be home.
Growling I hear the dog, or is that your stomach? Well, the brig isn't known for its gourmet cuisine.
Do you like Chinese food? There is a great takeout down the street.
Delivers to prisoners for free.
Please tell me that was a disgruntled girlfriend, sir.
Sorry, I don't know why I said that.
It wasn't even funny.
Hey, this is my fault.
I insisted on taking you out of confinement and now I've put you in danger.
Who do you think it was? Probably Hasan's people.
They want me dead.
Yeah.
The big question is why.
Is it for something you saw? Maybe it's for something they thought you saw.
It could simply be revenge for Hasan's death.
Beth, do you remember anything about your time at the Turkish embassy that would suggest Hasan was spying on the U.
S.
Government? A spy? You're kidding, right? You're not, are you, sir? Call me Harm.
In my apartment, it's Harm.
Let's start at the beginning.
First day on the job.
Tell me everything.
Even the things you think are insignificant.
You took Ensign Lane to your apartment? Admiral, it's my duty to protect her.
She's safe there.
Sir, the man Colonel Hasan replaced at the embassy was a spy.
So? We believe the flow of classified information still continues.
Conjecture or fact? Theory, sir.
What if Hasan thought Beth found him out? - Will you have proof she did? - Not yet, sir.
But even if he thought she'd found out, it would give him reason to kill her.
So your defence is what? Accusing a dead Turkish diplomat of maybe being a spy? Somebody tried to kill Ensign Lane last night, sir.
Perhaps it was to keep her quiet.
Now, if Hasan were a spy, I'd doubt he was working alone.
You were assigned this case, commander, because it was thought you could resolve it quickly and quietly.
- I'm trying - Try harder.
Accusing members of the Turkish government of espionage in this case is unacceptable.
Even if it's the truth? Admiral, are you telling me that politics are more important than the truth? More important than Ensign Lane's life? Find another way, commander.
She has expensive tastes.
Maybe it was a gift.
The wine rack.
There's only one empty space.
Looks like Colonel Hasan took her best bottle.
He never opened it.
Maybe he couldn't find a corkscrew.
Corkscrew's right there on the countertop.
Look at this.
What do you see? A dish towel and a wine bottle.
A wine bottle wrapped in a dish towel in his hand.
You think Colonel Hasan was gonna kill her with Bordeaux? - Ensign Lane, is this your gun? - Yes, ma'am.
Did you use this gun to kill Colonel Behrouz Hasan? - Yes, ma'am.
- Why? He was going to hurt me, ma'am.
Did Colonel Hasan say he was going to do you bodily harm? No, ma'am.
Did Colonel Hasan ever touch you? No, ma'am.
Did Colonel Hasan ever threaten you in any way? Yes, ma'am.
How did he threaten you, Ensign Lane? He came into my apartment uninvited, ma'am.
Did you ask him to leave? No, ma'am.
So where's the threat, Ensign Lane? He fed my dog, ma'am.
You killed a man because he fed your dog? It was not just that.
Ensign Lane, you open the door wearing no more than a towel, you never bothered to get dressed, and when Colonel Hasan suggested you have a drink with him, you shot him in the chest.
Correct? Yes, ma'am.
Admiral, we have more than sufficient evidence to take this case to trial.
And we recommend that Ensign Elizabeth Lane be moved back into confinement and tried for the premeditated murder of Colonel Behrouz Hasan.
Commander? Ensign Lane, you're aware that this is an investigative hearing, that you are under oath and you are required to tell the truth as you know it? Yes, sir.
Tell us, Ensign Lane, why didn't you leave your apartment? I don't know, sir.
Where are the exits located? There's the front door and a back door, which leads down a fire escape.
What about the windows? I live on the third floor, sir.
Well, why didn't you go out the back door and down the fire escape? It's a locked deadbolt, sir.
Where was the key? In my purse in the kitchen.
With Colonel Hasan.
Two exit options gone.
What about the front door? Was it unlocked? Yes, sir.
I unlocked it when Colonel Hasan arrived.
Where was that key? It was in the deadbolt, sir.
I keep it there in case of an emergency.
This was an emergency, wasn't it? Yes, sir.
Was the door unlocked when you opened it to let the police inside? No, sir.
Ensign Lane, you're certain that the front door was locked? Yes, sir.
The key was not in the deadbolt and I had to use the one in my purse to let the police inside.
Who locked the front door? Colonel Hasan on his way to the kitchen, sir.
Objection, Your Honour, unless Commander Rabb can prove that Colonel Hasan locked the front door Your Honour, this is a list of Colonel Hasan's personal effects.
Included in that list is a key to the deadbolt lock of the defendant's front door.
A late night, an uninvited guest, a dog kept busy with leftovers.
A powerful man who entered your apartment after being told to wait outside.
A kitchen phone taken off the hook so you couldn't call out.
The man who'd virtually ignored you until that day.
Who came into your bedroom with an unopened bottle of wine covered in a dish towel to be used as a blunt instrument.
Then replaced in a wine rack with no danger of fingerprints.
Two locked doors with inaccessible keys.
Ensign Lane's instincts told her she was in danger for her life.
This evidence proves she was right, Your Honour.
I can't believe it's all over.
You were great, sir.
A little bit lucky.
- Nice work in there, Rabb.
- Thanks, lmes.
But I tend to agree with the major.
You did get lucky.
I don't know how to thank you, but I'm sure you get that from all your clients.
Only the ones we get acquitted.
You're still in danger, Beth.
I'm gonna take some leave, get out of town for a few days.
How about a going-away dinner? I don't think that's a good idea Tonight, my place, 7:30.
I won't take no for an answer.
No uniforms.
We're sorry.
You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and What are you doing here so late, sir? Well, I could ask you the same question, Bud.
The admiral's got me digging through the archives I'm looking for Ensign Lane's file.
I can't find it anywhere.
Well, let me try, sir.
That's weird.
She's not in the personal or the police files.
- No.
- Wait a minute.
Let me try this.
That's impossible.
She's not listed on the court docket for today.
- I don't get it.
- Commander? My office.
Admiral, I was just looking for Ensign Lane's file on the computers.
It's like she never existed.
The woman you knew as Ensign Lane was a Naval Intelligence agent working undercover to infiltrate a Washington spy ring.
You should have told me, sir.
I couldn't.
What if I had lost the case, admiral? You were supposed to.
Ensign Lane was to be tried, convicted and imprisoned for life.
- At least on paper.
- What about the sniper? The Turkish government has denied involvement, but recalled several of their embassy staff.
You know, sir, I like to know when I'm risking my life.
I should have been told.
I know.
But this is bigger than you or me, commander.
Many lives were at stake.
Damn, Harm.
Only you could have gotten her acquitted.
Do you know how close you came to exposing the whole operation? As it is, the fallout from this will take weeks to repair.
What was her real name, sir? I don't know.
Sorry.
Why? It's my job, commander, to support and defend the Constitution of the United No, no, no.
Why'd you come back? I don't know.
Normally, I can just walk away.
What's different this time?