Ma'am.
Commander, Lieutenant Commander Faith Coleman.
I'm your, uh, legal team, sir.
Caught a redeye from San Diego.
I had your files faxed so I could study them on the plane.
I have two short lists of queries: Primary and secondary.
Which set of questions might you wanna cover first, sir?
Mine. Why are you here?
I was detailed by COM Naval District, Washington.
Well, last time I checked,
I retain the right to request my own military counsel.
Is this a job interview, commander?
Let's call it a short list of queries.
Why don't I just run through a summary of the legal arguments?
I'm a lawyer. I'm aware of the arguments.
The only unknown is sitting across from me.
Fine, sir. What is it you wanna know?
Let's start with how many murder cases you've defended.
I've had nine homicides go to verdict.
- How many wins? - Nine, sir.
Well, it tells me you can count.
It doesn't, however, tell me if they were slam dunks
or if when the going gets tough, you cop a plea.
What is it you really wanna know, commander?
Did I get into my first choice college? No, I didn't.
Was I on the dean's list? Yes, I was.
Did I go to law school with dreams of saving the world?
No comment.
I'm a damn good lawyer.
You could do worse, sir.
I see you're not convinced, commander.
Stop.
I don't think I can bear watching you rearrange that.
I just hope your legal arguments
are as squared away as your briefcase.
You sharpening your courtroom skills, major?
- Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. - Major McBurney.
I know.
Want me to set one up for you?
I'm here to discuss the Rabb case.
How long do you figure this trial's gonna last?
Why? You got someplace to go?
Where?
Need to know, major. You don't.
Cease-fire. Cease-fire.
Clear and lock all weapons. Check your targets.
How long this goes depends on
how well we do on the stand.
I assume your people are prepped.
How about you, counsellor? - Looks like a slam dunk.
- You disagree? - Rabb's a smart lawyer.
If he's the killer, he made some dumb-ass mistakes.
I only nailed him because he was protecting his brother.
Do me a favour, don't show that kind of doubt in court.
Trial could last a lot longer than you and I want.
You're the one who needs to get out of town, not me.
You always aim for the head?
Cuts down on appeals.
I assume both of you are aware of the sensitivity of your assignment.
Understood, sir.
Admiral, since several of your key staff are witnesses for the prosecution,
it'll be necessary for everyone at JAG to keep an arm's length.
Including me?
Yes, sir. You most of all.
Respectfully, sir, neither of us wants to see our cases compromised.
Oh, I have no intentions of interfering with your case.
I've every confidence of that,
but on behalf of my client, I needed to make my position clear.
Well, you certainly succeeded, didn't you?
A little short on space.
Commander, I'm gonna put you in Manetti's office.
And, uh, major, you'll be in Commander Rabb's.
Never had the office of a man I'm trying to send to Leavenworth.
Make do.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
Thank you, colonel.
Oh, sir.
- Is that them? - It is.
I've been thinking about Commander Rabb's case, sir.
- And I have a few ideas. - Lieutenant, do nothing.
Sir, I was wondering if I could consult with Commander Turner
to shape my testimony to the commander's advantage.
No.
- Don't start. - Sir?
I know what you're thinking, what you're all thinking.
You're not to get involved in this
beyond your required participation in the courtroom.
Rabb stuck his nose in and look what happened. Clear?
Petty officer, do you have a minute?
Respectfully, sir, I don't think I'm permitted to engage you.
This is not a proposal, it's a request.
I need a pad, a marker, a stack of 5-by-8s,
some of that, uh, weird sticky spitball stuff you put posters up with.
- Poster gum, sir? - Sounds right.
I guess that's allowed, sir.
Thank you.
Things will go much easier, Amad,
if you just confirm a few facts.
Allah will give you all your answers.
Soon.
You may not know the target and the time,
but you know Hasan Mohammed.
Talk to us.
I'm cold. I'm hungry.
As you can see, the boys up the river have taken over the interrogation.
They'll break him, in a month or two.
We know that Bin Atwa passed money to Mohammed
some time during the ten days that we lost him between Cairo and Nice.
If we find out where he was, maybe we can follow the money trail.
That's why I need you in that room.
NSA encrypts indicate that once the money has been passed,
the attack can happen anytime.
Wrap this JAG case up fast. I need you out there.
Where is Hasan Muhammad?
I said, I don't know.
You're going back to the FBI. - What?
To get whatever they have on Bin Atwa.
Right.
I also want transcripts of all previous al-jihad interrogations
mentioning his name or Mohammed's.
- That'll take weeks. - You got two days.
You can't get it done by then, don't bother coming back.
Thanks for bringing in dinner.
I figured you'd be tired of brig chow, sir.
If you're gonna be my counsel, forget about the "sir," at least in here.
Yes, sir.
So did you pack a file in one of these in case we need to bust out of here?
This is the only file I brought. Government's disclosure.
Evidence, witnesses.
Do you have a defence?
It's my turn to ask the questions, commander.
What happened that night at Benzinger's Bar?
I met with Lieutenant Singer.
We argued. She left. I followed her outside.
We argued some more in her car.
And was that when you phoned your brother using your cell phone?
I wanted to be there when she told him it wasn't his baby.
I wanted to look into her eyes.
Because you didn't believe her?
I rarely believed anything Lieutenant Singer said.
I read your interview with Gibbs. Why didn't you tell him your story?
- I was protecting my brother. - Fine, but when they told you
that the murder happened in January and not six weeks ago,
you knew brother couldn't be involved. So why not cooperate?
Because by then I looked guilty.
And I decided to trust Navy justice instead of Navy cops.
Look, there are enough holes in this case to raise reasonable doubt.
Also enough evidence to tie you to the murder,
a string of witnesses, your colleagues will testify to angry words
between you and Singer right up to the time of her death.
Well, it could be worse, I guess.
- How? - I could not have an alibi.
- You have an alibi? - No.
Nice lab you got here.
Interesting Martha-Stewart-on-LSD touches around the place too.
It's just a hobby.
This one's upside down. Duodenum's heading north.
That's how the body was found. Wow!
It's nice to meet a lawyer that actually knows his stuff.
I mean, forensically speaking.
- Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket? - Yeah.
You've got the date nailed? Yeah, 100 percent.
What about the cover they found?
Well, I'm still doing a fibre analysis on it,
but I found this ID tag in the visor.
I see a butterfly.
- What do you see? - More work to do.
The key to winning this is tying Rabb to Singer the night she was killed.
That's why the stomach contents, the bar napkin,
all the forensics have got to be tight.
Well, duh.
Definitely.
Have you got a suit?
Buy one, something in colour.
The hair's different story. Wear it down.
Hide the tat. Get yourself some glasses.
- I don't need glasses. - I do. This isn't about you.
Is something wrong?
Yeah, okay. You're gonna think I'm a freak,
but I get really nervous
when I have to testify in front of all those military uniforms.
Some advice.
Try an old standard.
Picture all those uniforms naked.
Including you?
Miss Sciuto, you tested the sliver found in the head of the decedent?
Yup.
Ahem, yes, I did.
Uh, the tests indicated ferrous metal,
which is same material that was on the railing at the bridge of the overlook.
You also ran tests on blood found at the crime scene?
Indeed.
Uh, the DNA showed an exact match between that and the blood of the vic.
Then I ran a test...
- Please, wait for the question. - Okay.
You also ran tests on a plane ticket discovered on the body?
Certainly. Um...
The lieutenant was on a flight scheduled for 6 a.m. On January 6th.
What about the napkin found in the decedent's pocket?
Oh, I ran a whole slew of stuff on that.
What did you find? Um...
There was a phone number on it
and the handwriting matched Commander Rabb's.
And above that, there was a logo for a bar.
It's Benzinger's.
The stomach contents, what did you find?
A bar mix.
Based on digestion, she got whacked...
She went to Valhalla, uh, within two hours of ingesting it.
So based on forensic evidence,
the victim was at Benzinger's the night before her scheduled flight
with Commander Rabb two hours before her death?
- Objection. Withdrawn.
Nothing further.
Miss Sciuto, is this your report?
- I can hold it closer if you wish. - No, don't. I'll ralph.
Sorry, Your Honour.
Perhaps you don't need the glasses?
Yes, sir.
Thanks, sir.
- Nice body art. - Thanks.
You should see my...
Never mind.
Miss Sciuto, the decedent's body was in the river for a month.
How can you be sure your findings
regarding the stomach content are accurate?
Couldn't the vic have been whacked way later than two hours
after sucking pretzels at Benzinger's?
Way later? No way.
First off, ice rules as a preservative.
Second off, food doesn't stay in stomach long.
Carbs? That's like two hours, tops.
Third off, given technology, we can nail that window tight.
I mean, she got popped and turned popsicle in two hours.
- You say pretty tight. - Yeah.
Doesn't sound like "beyond a reasonable doubt" to me.
Everything the bureau has on Bin Atwa.
I did it in a day.
Education, training, known associates, past ops.
This doesn't tell me about the man.
The man is a terrorist.
- What else is there to know? Personal information.
What's his favourite food? What wine does he enjoy?
- The guy's a Muslim. He doesn't drink. - He drinks.
He eats. He cheats. That's how we caught him in Nice.
See you.
Dr. Mallard, you performed the autopsy on Lieutenant Singer.
Can you tell us when she died?
Uh, her body was discovered April 22nd.
But the poor girl was trapped in winter ice
and thawed with the spring.
I'd say she departed us some three and a half months previous.
That'd make it early January, right?
That would be about right.
Was Lieutenant Singer pregnant?
Twenty weeks.
Can you tell us the extent of the lieutenant's injuries, doctor?
She suffered severe blunt-force trauma
to the posterior of her skull.
Also, numerous fractures as she floated downriver
going over Great Falls.
The head injury was the cause of death?
No, the lieutenant drowned.
She was alive when her body entered water?
Oh, without question.
I discovered water residue in her lungs.
What else did you discover?
On her left buttock, I found a tattoo of a stalking leopard. Majestic, brilliant.
I've only seen one other like it on a tango dancer in Buenos Aires
who died of dehydration.
I was on sabbatical...
Doctor, I was asking about Lieutenant Singer.
She wasn't in Buenos Aires.
Ah! Ah, yes. Heh, heh.
Yes, I found a metallic sliver in the wound around the skull fracture,
consistent with her head
hitting a railing on the walkway bridge over the falls
before she went in the water.
So based on your findings, would you say it's plausible
that someone caused the lieutenant's head injuries, then perhaps in panic,
threw her still-living body from the bridge into the river?
Objection. This goes beyond speculation, Your Honour.
Now we're telling bedtime horror stories.
- Sustained. Thank you. Nothing further.
Doctor, isn't it possible that the lieutenant's injuries
were the result of an accidental fall?
Well, the railing is very high.
It's quite unlikely.
Unless the lieutenant's unconscious body levitated
and dropped over the side.
- Thank you, doctor. - I've heard...
I thought the interrogation was over, Gibbs.
Or are you just here to gloat?
Something's been bothering me, commander.
And it's not what's in here. It's what's missing.
After you were informed of Lieutenant Singer's death
and the death of the foetus you thought was your brother's,
I'd assume that you'd make a phone call to Russia.
But there's no record of that,
not from your office or your cell or from your home.
Well, that's what phone booths are for.
You went to a lot of effort to eliminate your brother as a suspect.
That's how you got your man.
I know.
Agent Gibbs, where exactly was the lieutenant's body discovered?
On the banks of the Potomac River, 1.3 miles below Great Falls.
Did you locate her vehicle?
Yes, it was towed from a parking lot next to the falls.
Was the car dusted for prints?
Only two sets of prints removed from the car,
the decedent's and Commander Rabb's.
When did commander claim to have last seen Lieutenant Singer?
They met at Benzinger's Bar the night before her scheduled flight.
According to his statement,
he claimed to have spoken to his brother that same night.
- Did he ever explain why? - No.
Did the commander know the lieutenant was pregnant?
Said he did.
- He know who the father was? - He was unsure.
At that time,
did you ask for a DNA sample to determine paternity?
I did.
- What was his response? - He refused.
Was the commander cooperative during your investigation?
No, he was generally uncooperative.
Thank you.
Your witness.
Agent Gibbs, all you really have is a car
with the commander's fingerprints. Isn't that right?
A car found less than 100 yards from the murder scene.
There's no murder weapon, correct?
The blood at the scene indicates she hit her head on a bridge railing.
Sounds like an accident.
- Objection, Your Honour. Withdrawn.
Agent Gibbs, you have anything to tie Commander Rabb
- directly to the crime scene? - Not directly, no.
You just have circumstantial evidence, coincidences,
from which you've manufactured a case against the defendant.
Do I even need to object, Your Honour?
Sustained. Please refrain from supplying testimony, commander.
Agent Gibbs, did you submit a request to the M.E.
For Commander Rabb's DNA profile?
I did. It didn't go through.
The ACLU might still have a problem. What was your intent?
I believed at the time Commander Rabb was a killer.
My intent was justice.
Agent Gibbs, do you believe now that Commander Rabb is the killer?
Objection, Your Honour. Calls for an opinion.
As lead investigator, I believe Agent Gibbs is entitled to an opinion.
The witness will answer.
Agent Gibbs?
Going with my gut, I'd say no, the commander's not the killer.
You really think Rabb's innocent?
Don't you?
What are we gonna do?
I've got Bin Atwa to interrogate.
You're the ranking team member on this case now.
When did you plan on telling me about request for Rabb's DNA?
Request that didn't go, counsellor.
- You still crossed the line. - A line that shouldn't exist.
We should have access to a suspect's DNA.
Not your call. Circumstantial cases, I can handle.
Screw-ups and witness flip-flops on the stand,
- I cannot. Thanks for your honesty.
Ready to talk about dismissing the charges, Jack?
Major McBurney.
Yeah. Really?
Wow, you are the girl of my dreams.
That was Abby.
- She's calling you? - Hmm.
We were separated at birth. She's invited us to the lab.
You should come, partake of the wonders of science.
I got a series of latent partials.
So far, AFIS can't match them, but check this out.
Can you analyse the handwriting?
Yeah, it's definitely Commander Rabb's.
Log this into evidence. I'd like members see the genuine article.
Commander, I think I have a counter to your offer to dismiss.
If the hat does fit, you can't acquit.
Oh, come on. One of you would have said it if you'd thought of it first.
- Good job. - Thanks.
Next time, Abby, don't go calling lawyers.
You call me.
Plane's waiting for you at Norfolk.
You'll catch a helo at Naples out to the Chattanooga.
Bin Atwa. Names of his family, wives, mistresses.
He loves great food, goes to five-star restaurants.
Favourite dishes, Moroccan. Favourite wine, Château Boulmont.
It's all there.
Good.
- Can I go with you? - No.
But you can put your suit back in mothballs
and maybe stick around for a while.
Jethro Gibbs, NCIS.
Dawkins, the Company. Heard somebody called the cops.
Well, I guess you NCI boys took this guy down,
you deserve a shot cracking him.
Gave him a nice dinner just like you asked.
- One problem, though. - Yeah, what's that?
We heard you're planning on giving him booze. It's against regs.
We don't want any impaired testimony being tossed out of court.
Not interested in court.
Good morning, Tony.
What are you doing? That investigation is wrapped up.
Is it?
Oh, you're in Gibbs' camp now?
Rabb didn't do it?
Think outside the FBI box for a sec, Viv.
It's too perfect. I'm a cop. It just doesn't sit right.
Sits all right from where I stand.
Dobbs found Rabb's cover upriver,
near the bridge where Singer was killed.
But her body floated all the way down to here?
So the cover got caught up in some branches.
I don't think so.
You really are sounding like Gibbs.
Lieutenant Roberts, the day before Singer was presumed murdered,
did you witness an encounter between her and Commander Rabb?
I overheard a conversation, sir.
Do you recall what was said?
Uh, the commander wanted to see the lieutenant after work to talk.
- Did she refuse him? - At first, yes, sir.
What happened then?
I'm sorry, sir. I just don't have the time.
Look, let's have dinner.
Is it commander's practise go around grabbing junior officers?
- No, sir. - So it was just this once?
- Yes. I mean, no. Which one, lieutenant?
Objection. The counsel is badgering.
The witness is a Naval officer and a JAG lawyer, commander.
He can handle it.
Lieutenant, please answer the question.
The commander does not make it a habit to grab anyone.
Just this once, he was agitated.
It's not unusual with Lieutenant Singer.
By agitated you mean angry?
- Yes. But I meant that... - Thank you, lieutenant.
No further questions, Your Honour.
How is the lamb tagine?
Pretty good.
But it lacks, uh, zest.
Harissa.
Best our chef here could do was canned chilli paste.
- You know your cuisine. - Marines travel.
Yes, they do.
Do you ever go to the south of France?
Not as often as I' like.
If you're ever in Marseilles,
- there is a magnificent place. - Ras el Hanout.
- You know it. - Heh, hey, yes.
Again, you surprise me.
A toast.
To the French who know how Morocco should taste.
So was it the cuisine that drew you to Nice?
Hm. Hardly. No, in Nice, it's the women.
The food is so much expensive honey to catch the flies. No.
I'll tell you the best food I had in a very long time.
There's a restaurant in Toulon near the water, Alhaggar.
I ate there last summer.
The kibbe was bland, kouzi was mushy.
The gheimeh is inedible.
You cannot be talking about same restaurant.
- Well, maybe they changed the chef. - Perhaps.
The gheimeh I had last week was, mm,
incredible.
- I knew Gibbs could get it. - Get what?
Where Bin Atwa was before we picked him up.
Toulon.
What are you two doing standing here?
Get on it.
Yes, sir.
Thanks.
Can we have our boy back? - He's all yours.
- What did you get out of him? - A good restaurant in Toulon.
Cops.
Petty Officer Coates, you were present in Benzinger's
the night Commander Rabb met Lieutenant Singer.
I was in the next booth.
- You overheard their conversation? - Yes, sir.
Do you recall what was said?
Not all the words, but the sense of it, sir.
The lieutenant was pregnant
and the commander thought his brother, Sergei, was the father.
What did the commander want the lieutenant to do?
He wanted her to call his brother Sergei in Russia
to give him a say in the child's future.
Only Lieutenant Singer told Commander Rabb
the baby wasn't Sergei's.
- Did he believe her? - No, sir.
What happened then?
Lieutenant Singer told the commander
she was giving the baby up for adoption.
How did the commander react to that?
- This isn't over. - That sounds like a threat.
- Sounds like a threat. Objection.
Withdrawn.
Is there anything else you remember, petty officer?
Yes, sir. She took off and he followed her out.
Thank you.
Petty officer, has Commander Rabb
- ever displayed anger toward you? - No, ma'am.
- Has he ever threatened you? - Never, ma'am.
Has he ever grabbed you or put his hands on you?
- Absolutely not, ma'am. - Thank you, petty officer.
Redirect, Your Honour.
Go ahead, counsellor.
Petty officer,
have you ever seen a man strike a woman in anger before?
Petty officer?
Yes, sir. I saw my father strike my mother.
That night at Benzinger's, did you see that anger in Commander Rabb?
Objection, Your Honour. Calls for speculation.
Overruled.
I'd like to hear the answer.
Petty officer, did you see that kind of anger?
Yes, sir.
Thank you, petty officer.
No further questions, Your Honour.
Sir, we have the Washington MTAC on the VTC.
Ten days ago, 5 million was sent from a hawala money broker in Toulon
to a hawala in Tunis.
Do we have any assets in Tunis, director?
Not at the moment.
But our friends up the river do.
Of course, they'll take the credit.
Who gets the photo op doesn't matter.
I'll remember that at our next appropriations hearing.
But you're right, of course.
Use whoever you have to to stop that attack.
What you got for me?
Well, I tested the sediment in the fibres in the cover.
There were high concentrations of quartz, feldspar and kaolinite.
I flunked Earth Science, Abby.
- It's river silt. Yeah.
Which wasn't present in anywhere near these levels
when I tested Lieutenant Singer's uniform.
And that's because she plunged into the river in January
and spent the next few months packed in ice.
It's only in the last couple weeks the river's been raging with spring thaw.
Kicking up silt.
Yeah, this cover is definitely a spring look.
There's no way it was out there for months.
It's a plant. Gibbs' gut was right.
We got the wrong man.
I love Naples. If you're looking for a restaurant...
Looks like the grey-hull attack is coming out of Tunis.
Got word of a money transfer,
$5 million from Bin Atwa to the executor.
- That puts it in the western Med. - Uh-huh.
You need something.
You got people in Tunis. We don't.
If we locate Mohammed, we'll take him down.
Attack's going to be on a Navy asset. We both take him down.
- Complicated. Who gets credit? - You do.
Deal.
Sir, you have a call on the VTC.
We got confirmation from Abby on the cover. It's definitely a plant.
We also got Rabb's brother Sergei's service record from Russia.
He's got the same blood type as Rabb.
He's not your father, either.
So we went through Lieutenant Singer's credit-card history.
We traced her social life going back over the last year.
Except for the months at sea, starting last May,
every Wednesday the lieutenant had dinner for two.
Different restaurants but same time. Question is, who with?
- Do a canvass. - Already did.
We showed the lieutenant's picture around,
asked if anybody recalled anything, a face,
a name dropped in conversation, angry words.
This waiter at an Italian restaurant remembers an ugly incident,
tiramisu turned into a projectile.
Yeah, he gave us enough to start putting together a sketch.
He's our guy. Somehow he got ahold of Rabb's cover.
Check the JAG security log, go back four weeks.
Compare the sketch to service photos.
That's gonna be a lot of people.
Yeah, well, one of them paid a visit to Rabb.
Look for someone with an axe to grind.
- Got it. - Tony, nail this guy fast.
I need your ass out here.
- Alone? - Bring whoever you need.
I want you to know I've advised my client against this interview.
As you know, your cover was found near the scene of the crime.
You wanna know how it got there.
We know.
- It was planted. - Looks like you may be off the hook.
We did some checking into Lieutenant Singer's love life.
She was seen having dinner and drinks with a sandy-haired man.
My brother at Benzinger's Bar.
No, no. This guy was older and they never met at Benzinger's.
We checked the JAG security log. We got a suspect.
We just need to know if he had the opportunity.
That son of a bitch.
He did it right in front of me.
That's all we needed to know. - Thank you, commander.
Tell Gibbs I owe him.
Back in Baltimore,
where I worked homicide in a former life, we had this case.
It sounds like a joke.
This gynaecologist walks into this strip club,
but it's true. Heh, I swear to God.
This gynaecologist goes to this club and he likes one of the girls, right?
And she likes him and starts letting him take her out.
Stuff happens. Next thing you know,
the stripper is blackmailing the gynaecologist, right?
She threatens to tell his wife. So the gyno pays two guys to kill her.
I'm really not one for jokes, Agent DiNozzo.
Okay. Another story.
Locando Orchidea.
I heard they have a good veal piccata.
I wouldn't know.
White Horse Inn, Jacques' Bistro, Sammy's.
- You don't know them, either? - No.
Hm.
Transcripts.
Your recent interviews with JAG personnel.
In seven hours of conversation, you mentioned Lieutenant Singer 14 times.
You showed an unusual interest.
I was just doing my job.
The night Lieutenant Singer was killed,
you cashed a $5,000 cheque at E-Z Al's Cheque-Cashing.
Next day, deposited the money
minus a hundred-dollar charge back into your account.
- You didn't need it after all. - You looking at my bank statements?
Did you have a warrant? If you didn't have a warrant...
No, I got the warrant.
She need cash for an abortion?
Oh, wait. You're a family man.
What am I saying?
You got a wife and kids. Beautiful.
It's hush money, right?
She was gonna tell that pretty wife of yours.
Is the joke over? Because it wasn't very funny.
Bear with me. It will be.
So this gynaecologist, he has the stripper whacked.
Problem solved, right?
Wrong. The guy gets nervous.
Sets it up so another doctor at his practise,
a rival, looks like the killer.
He plants evidence. And it's a good idea in theory.
But the finger comes pointing back to him.
Rabb's supposed to have lost his cover during the struggle with Singer,
meaning it would have been out there for four months.
But our tests show that it was more like four weeks.
So I checked the JAG security log and what do you know?
A month ago you were there in Commander Rabb's office.
Technology's an amazing thing. We can pick up latent prints
that a year ago would have gone undetected.
You know why I always nail the doctors and the lawyers?
They over-think. End of joke.
You probably know your Article 31 rights,
but I kind of like reading them.
No. Wait.
The truth is, this was all an accident.
Oh, hold up. You're gonna have to explain that one.
The lieutenant threatened me. She threatened my family.
We argued.
She turned to leave. I tried to stop her.
I grabbed her. Uh, we struggled.
She fell over the railing.
I was gonna call for help, but it was too late.
The river had taken her away.
And I was just too scared.
That's a good story. A couple small problems.
We found her blood on the bridge where she slipped
and hit her head on the railing.
And I'm sure you thought she was dead, that you' killed her.
Maybe you reached for your phone, but you had another idea.
Lieutenant Singer didn't fall in the river, commander.
She was thrown.
And she drowned, commander.
And that was no accident.
By the way, we checked the baby's blood type against your service record.
The child wasn't yours.
The 5 million Bin Atwa forwarded
through the hawala broker network was picked up four days ago.
Cash. Signature, K. Zahari.
Think Zahari is Hasan Mohammed, our triggerman?
I don't know.
But if cash is moving, the clock's ticking.
Our skipper told me your packages arrived looking jet-lagged.
A little sleepy? I got word that Lindsey pled out.
Involuntary manslaughter and eight years in Leavenworth.
And get this.
Abby pulled the destination off of Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket.
The designation wasn't S-A-N.
It was S-N-N. She wasn't going to San Diego.
She was going to Shannon, Ireland.
- Shannon? Why? - Don't know.
Maybe to see the baby's father. We know it wasn't Lindsey.
Yeah. It wasn't Rabb or his brother.
We still don't know who the dad is.
It wasn't the killer, who cares?
I've got the director, sir. Put it up, senior chief.
Khalil Zahari, listed as the director of
the Institute of Advanced Oceanography in Tunis.
Institute's a nonprofit.
No assets apart from a 30-year-old fishing trawler
until a few days ago,
when they bought, uh, an unmanned submersible.
Asking price, $5 million.
Took delivery 58 hours ago in Sorrento.
Give me a list of all ports with naval assets
within 58-hour sail of Sorrento.
- Naples? - Too secure.
Cannes? Same thing.
Thirty-year-old fishing trawler's not enough boat
to ferry an unmanned submersible.
Run a list of all research vessels leased in the last year.
Ninety tons or more.
Woods Hole, National Geographic.
Institute of Advanced Oceanography
leased the Deep Blue Explorer, Panama registry.
Check with the coastal cops if they've submitted a navigational plan.
Aye, sir.
Spanish Coastal Civil Guard Patrol
has Deep Blue Explorer charting a course for Cadiz.
- Rota. - Carrier pulled into Rota this morning
- on its way home from the Gulf. - Hey, how's your Spanish?
Get a shot of everyone, tight as you can.
Let me know when you got a match.
Negative match.
We have a match. We got an ID.
It's Mohammed.
Mohammed's the captain.
Move in.
Okay. Hey, hey.
Get ready.
Viv? Viv? Look at me.
It's too late, isn't it?
- He ducked into the pilothouse. - Let's go.
- Secure the submersible. Got it.
I'm sorry. I almost blew it.
Almost?
I still like you.