All language subtitles for JAG S08E20 Ice Queen (1)

Okay, last arrow.

What game is that, Tommy?

Maryland? You'll never get your archery
plane shooting like this, Tommy.

18, 24, 26.

I rule.

Hey, Tommy.

Get the arrow that went over the hill,
okay?

Come on, get the arrows back. Come on.

It puts an arrow in a corpse.

That's a new one.

Variation.

I remember we found this old guy.

Died watching TV. We found him sitting
in the Lazy Boy, stiff as a board with a

button in his hand. Oh, please. Not
another Baltimore homicide story.

Looks like a natural death, but we've
got to wait for the ME to confirm it,

right? So it's dinner time. My partner
and I are starving. We tell the people

can keep an eye on the stiff.

Rookie's never been along with the body.
Well, suddenly, the body goes out of

rigor. Plumps. The air trapped in the
lungs is forced through the voice box,

it's formed. Mo!

Confess. Rookie freak empties his
service revolver into the body.

You know what I think, Dinozo.

Don't say it's an urban myth, man,
because I was there.

I think you were the rookie.

That's funny, kid.

Funny. Wrong.

Funny.

Tony,

give me a hundred meter perimeter
search.

One hundred. Got it.

Viv, take the scout leader.

I got the kid.

Do you have to question the boy?

What can he tell us if the scout leader
can't? I don't know.

That's who I'm going to talk to. Let me
add to his trauma.

Hey. Hey. Hi. Your Emmy's down by the
river with the body.

Little guy by himself when he shot the
arrow.

He's pretty shook.

One for the books, huh?

I think the scout master's the tall one.

First time I've known Chief Metz to let
an outside agency handle a homicide on

our turf.

Maybe he knows something about us you
don't.

Special Agent Blackadder, Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.

She doesn't have a face.

I brushed her hair aside. She doesn't
have a face. Now, did you touch any

part of the body?

Oh, God, no. I threw up. I called the
police.

I have no idea how horrible this was.

Okay.

You might want to...

Her name is Gibbs. I'm a special agent
with the Navy.

I... I didn't kill her.

I know you didn't, but... It's all over.

No, it won't be over.

I'll dream about her.

Not if you don't want to.

I don't want to.

Then close your eyes and tell yourself
you're not going to dream about her.

That won't work.

It worked for me.

I thought I was about your age. I saw
something bad just like this.

Trust me.

Close your eyes.

I won't dream about her.

Say it.

I won't dream about her.

Good.

Here's my card.

Give me a call.

If I have a nightmare?

Yeah, we're here to take care of that.

Come see where I work.

Bring some friends.

Give you a tour.

Scout leader, just one look at the body.

Barb can call 911.

Do you have anything different from the
boy?

Well, he didn't barb.

What do you got for us, ducky?

One deceased pregnant Navy lieutenant
who appears to have been tossed into a

tree.

Love you, perfume.

Special Agent Blackadder.

How about dinner tonight after the
autopsy?

Oh, I never date men old enough to be my
father, Jackie.

Agent Blackadder reminds me of a young
woman I autopsied once.

When'd she die?

Oh, gosh.

Oh, that was...

In Hollywood, let's see, it's got to be
at least 20 years ago. She was an

assistant film editor, and the film
editor's wife caught them in flagranti

delicto. This one, Taki. When did this
one die?

Been a while.

Care to be more specific?

Not until I do the autopsy.

Humor me.

Judging by the decomposition, I'd say
two and a half, three weeks. Cause of

death?

It wasn't the arrows.

Find any tracks?

Ground's soaked. Rain must have washed
them away.

Concrete cob. Can't read sign. Looks
like it's in neon.

What's that?

It's a deer track.

How old?

What are you, Pocahontas?

What? Nothing.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no, definitely something. What?

You just reminded me of my brother Rex.

Taught me to track.

Called me Pocahontas.

I bet you didn't think of me as your
brother, did you?

I could never do that, Tony.

Rex was much better looking.

What, are you taking comedy lessons from
kids?

Did you say was?

Rex was killed on the cold.

I'm sorry, Deb.

Me too.

Is that why you left the FBI and hooked
up with us?

Yeah. I'm pregnant with you, Ducky.

I don't know.

Let's see.

Without holding it in my hands, I'd
estimate four or five months.

Get your hair out of her face, will you,
duck?

Put it up into her face.

It's too cold for larvae.

Crows.

They took her eyes first, then tore away
the soft flesh.

Why didn't they go after her hands and
feet?

You know, I've been pondering that ever
since I got here, Gibbs.

I really don't know

How'd she get into the tree?

Look at the water marks on the tree, on
the rock.

The river came up and the spring thaw.

She floated in there.

We can bag her, Duck. She wasn't dumped
here.

Burrito wrap.

Hey, she's a jag.

Ever work with her?

Look, I know she's a bit messy.

But how many blonde, jagged, female
lieutenants can there be?

NCIS has discovered the remains of an
unidentified jagged lieutenant in

Park.

Medical examiner estimates she's between
four and five months pregnant.

Oh, my Lord, sir. I hope it's not
Lieutenant Singer.

Well, it can't be Lieutenant Singer.
She's due in two weeks.

Have you been in contact with
Lieutenant?

Well, I... No, sir, not since she left
three months ago.

Estimating. Harm's right, sir. It
couldn't be Lauren. I mean, the medical

examiner wouldn't misestimate by four
months.

He hasn't conducted the autopsy yet.

I assume the body's somewhat decomposed.

Enter. Excuse me, Admiral.

I tried Lieutenant Singer's San Diego
number and her cell phone, sir.

Both have been disconnected, Admiral.

Thank you, Turner.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, that didn't look good.

Well, you're not writing her off, are
you, sir? You know, Commander, I may not

personally know all 750 JAG officers
under my command, but I damn sure would

know if one was missing for three weeks.

NCIS will DNA the Marines, run them
through the military database. We should

shortly know if it's Lieutenant Singer.

Excuse me Is there something going on
between the commander lieutenant singer

should know about

was found right here.

I had Denozo do a 100 -meter preliminary
search, but I want a search team to

send out their first thing in the
morning.

Yeah. Work both sides of the Potomac.
You start at the Falls and work your way

downstream. How far downstream?

All the way to the Tidal Basin if you
have to, Dobbs.

We're lucky the purse washed up
somewhere.

With this war going on, I can't get
enough agents to cover that area.

You call General Sergeant Puller down at
Quantico and you tell him I need a few

of his Marines for a little field
exercise.

Kenny Puller owes me. Listen.

Where's Admiral Shagwood? He couldn't
reach Lieutenant Singer, her home phone

San Diego, and sell him and disconnected
and ready for this. He said she's due

to deliver in two weeks.

No, there's no way that body was full
term.

Some women hide it well.

Not that well.

Gibbs.

Yes, sir.

Follow me.

Your team can tag along.

That's Ahmad Benatwa.

I knew you'd be there.

Is he in that hotel?

If our intel is accurate, he's just
completed a tear and coup.

French for nooner.

Heather with the bag? Who else would I
look like?

Target is standing right beside you.

Get a snap.

Good.

Freeze it.

ID matching?

We've got a man.

ID confirmed.

We'll see.

Gotcha.

Mod Benatwa supplied money and
explosives to Hassan Mohammed, who

attack on the call.

They're an ultra -hot team that's been
together for nine years.

If Binawa gives up Hassan, I want in on
the kill. I'm not tasked with capturing

Hassan Mohammed.

Gibbs, my brother died on the cold. I
know that. Then get me in on this.

not here to use NCIS as your personal
instrument of revenge. You get your head

around this murder case, or you pull
your tailored suit out of mothballs and

march your butt right back to the J.
Edgar Hoover building.

Am I clear, Agent Blackadder?

Very, sir.

Do you ever notice how all Marines think
they're DIs?

We're searching for a Navy purse, but I
want you to mark everything that's not

growing. If you find anything, flag it
and call me. Do not touch it. I'll bag

it. Yes, sir.

How could the Vic be full term and not
look it?

Well, if she delivered before she died,
she'd still appear pregnant.

Like, ah, Viv could be on it some gives.

Maybe it was too much for her.

Premature delivery, being single,
postpartum depression.

I mean, what if she gave up and took the
header off a bridge above the falls?

With the baby?

What a horrible thought.

Yeah. I need the fetus in utero to match
the father's DNA.

Boy, you think that's cold?

Very. Good. It means I'm focused.

I hope I'm never that focused.

Aside from having no face, you cleaned
up pretty good.

All you're going to smell is a dead gal
with a chest cold.

The only unaccounted for jag is
Lieutenant Singer.

He's pregnant.

Supposedly full -time.

She's not our guest.

Could she have just delivered?

Nope. Having a good day, Vivian.

Oh, just ducky.

Oh, the DNA results will be in shortly.

And then we'll be formally introduced.

Do I need the fetus DNA, Doc?

You think Daddy's the killer? She was
single.

Shame on you.

If we're lucky, the baby's DNA will
match somebody at JAG. It's illegal to

military DNA except to identify the
body. I don't intend to use it in court.

Well, it's still illegal.

That law's going to change soon.

Well, it hasn't changed yet.

Politicians have their time cable. I
have mine.

Let's not fight, children. We're all on
the same team.

Let me show you what I found on the body
before I send them up to Abby.

One cocktail napkin, very water -soaked.
It appears to have something scribbled

on it.

Our lieutenant was traveling on American
Airlines.

To or from?

It's hard to tell.

That's in worse shape than the napkin.

I can partially make out a destination.

S... something N?

Chegwood said, Lieutenant, saying I
lived in San Diego. S -A -N is the

designation. San Diego. Have them check
her residence, interview neighbors, full

investigation. Anything else, Doc? Yes.

I saved the basks for last.

This metallic sliver was embedded in the
posterior skull fracture.

I'll show you. It was, uh, here.

My guess, she was hit on the head with a
blunt metal object and dumped above the

falls. These fractures could have been
caused by going over the falls without a

barrel. Check every bridge above the
falls.

Viv and I will be out of first line.

You're on your own. That's all we need
to do.

There.

Yep.

Now we see how our guess in fighting a
full -term thesis

Saved by the bell.

The Armed Forces DNA Registry has
identified the body as Lieutenant

Special Agents Gibson and Blackadder of
NCIS, they'll be investigating her

death.

Admiral, are you letting NCIS take the
lead on this?

That's correct.

Sir, I recommend we run a concurrent
Jagman investigation.

Request denied.

Admiral, I think it's denied.

She was murdered.

Why would you suspect that, Commander?

You wouldn't be here if it was an
accidental death, now would you?

Lieutenant Singer was supposed to be in
San Diego. Any idea what she was doing

back in D .C.? We were hoping one of you
could tell us.

Well, nobody here has seen Lieutenant
Singer since she left in January.

You always speak for everyone, Commander
Rapp.

Agents Gibbs and Blackadder have
requested to interview each of you

individually. I expect a full
cooperation.

How would you like to proceed with this?

While you're all still here, I'd like to
admonish you that discussing your

testimony with one another could result
in an obstruction of justice charge.

So if you could refrain from discussing
our questions or your answers, that

would be... I think we know the law,
Gibbs. We're lawyers.

You seem to know it better than anyone
else. Why don't we start with you?

Commander Rabb and I have to rework
court schedule.

Anyway, I prefer you start with me. Any
problems with that?

No? Good.

Give me a few minutes, I'll be right
with you.

That'll be all.

I thought we called the shots on an
investigation.

We do.

So why let the Admiral cool Rab down?

Well, we're going to let the Admiral
play the good cop.

For about...

Seven minutes.

Have a seat.

What the hell went on between you and
Lieutenant Singer? Nothing, sir. Nothing

my ass. After that performance in the
conference room, you'd be my prime

suspect. I didn't kill Lieutenant
Singer, Admiral. I know you didn't kill

but you're involved and I want to know
how.

I'd rather not say, sir.

Good God, did you get her pregnant?

Of course not. He didn't get her
pregnant.

But you know who did, and you're
protecting him, aren't you?

I am protecting Lieutenant Singer's
privacy, sir.

If she didn't tell anyone who the father
was, I'm not going to speculate.

You're not being any more truthful with
me than you would be with the NCIS.

I'm not going to lie, Admiral.

No, you're a damn good lawyer. You know
how to obfuscate the truth in an

interrogation.

He's good.

Sir? Special Agent Gibbs.

He's got me questioning you.

Hearsay rules don't apply in
interrogation. I'm duty bound to repeat

you tell me if he asks.

You really think he's that devious?

Reminds me a lot of you.

Lieutenant Singer requested extended
maternity leave in January, and it was

granted.

Was that the last contact you had with
her?

That's correct.

And there was a charge subsequently
dropped by the skipper, the Seahawk, of

conduct unbecoming. That's right. She
was found to be pregnant while on sea

duty. The skipper suspected an onboard
liaison.

She said it happened before she sailed,
but refused to prove it by naming the

father. That's correct.

Why did the skipper drop the charges?

I assume he believed her. Or Colonel
McKenzie.

You sent her to the Seahawk, too, to
investigate Lieutenant Singer, didn't

You already know that. It's in that
file. It's not in this file.

It's Commander Rabb's file.

You sent him to the Seahawk, too.

Separate investigation.

He and Lieutenant Singer even departed
together.

Pure coincidence.

She was on her way back to Washington.
He was on his way to assignment in

Naples.

I'll bet they conversed on the cod.

Sure they did.

I have no idea what they said.

He didn't mention it, Admiral?

No, he didn't. Neither did she. Agent
Gibbs, why don't we save ourselves some

time? What do you say?

The only thing Commander Rabb told me
was that he did not murder Lieutenant

Singer. He has no idea who did.

You find a purse?

Nope. Just enough junk for a garage
sale. I doubt any of it ties into your

but I'm not taking any chances.

Marines, that thing find you? Oh, yeah.

Guarding the area I taped off. Didn't
even ask when they were getting

Hey, after Quantico, this is a vacation.

Ha ha, I got it. Before you go out
tomorrow, buy a purse at the Navy

soak it in mud, and turn it in.

Ha ha.

Blackadder doesn't know, does he?

Know what?

Well, Gibbs is the best interrogator we
got.

As soon as they loosen Ben Otwell up,
the director's going to send him in.

Question is... Are you going to take
Agent Black out of with her?

I hope not.

Because that would make him a good guy
in her eyes. And frankly, I think she's

just starting to like me.

Is that number two or three today?

If you must know, it's number four.

Thought you were a little present.

You wonder why you're so single.

Is it blood from her dick?

Hope so.

How long before we get a DNA?

Do what ABO typing says first.

You redecorating?

Mm -hmm. I try to brighten the place up
a bit.

Do you take these?

Yeah.

That's a cross -section of what a 12
-gauge did to an L3 to L5.

Shotgun shattered backbone?

Yeah.

The middle one there is a cross -section
of a... Ice pick to a cerebellum.

Duodenum. Yeah.

I like to call it duodenum with a lye
taser.

It's the sad end of a Drano drinker.

You need to get out more happens.

Is that an invite?

Could the father be someone? I'm right
here, Jack.

Oh, God, no.

No, nobody around here would be dumb
enough to get involved with that singer.

I mean, she's not an unattractive woman,
but... You don't think it's me, do you?

Should we?

I did not have sex with that woman.

It's not the best choice of words there,
Lieutenant.

I know.

I know, but no, believe me, it wasn't
me.

Yeah, we know that.

It wasn't.

I'm the last person to ask that. I'm new
here.

What did your intuition tell you?

Not to answer questions that I don't
know the answer to.

Spoken like a lawyer at a deposition
there, Commander.

It wasn't someone from Jack.

How would you know that?

The bartender at Benzinger's told me
that Singer was seeing a civilian before

she shipped out.

Did you know that Commander Rav asked
Commander Manetti to ferret out who

Lieutenant Singer was seeing prior to
her deployment?

If he wasn't part of your investigation,
why would he do that?

Colonel?

I have no idea.

You'll have to ask Commander Rapp.

Wait, why didn't we question him?

Is that what the FBI would have done?
Damn right.

Yeah, well, they wear suits and ties,
too.

They may wear suits and ties, but they
share the playbook.

Look, Rapp ran an unofficial
investigation into Lieutenant Singer's

Okay, why don't we slap him in a room,
read him his rights, and go for the

jugular? Because he is Jag's fair
-haired boy.

Oh, and that gets him a pass on a murder
investigation?

He's the best prosecutor and defender
they have. Oh, please. I'm in awe.

You should be.

If we start questioning Rab, we don't
have all the pieces to the puzzle, he'll

pull an O .J. on us, and he won't need a
slick defense lawyer to do it.

Feeling really, really stupid, Gib.

Yeah.

Just a little behind the learning curve.

How are you?

Hey, I'm good. Good. How's your fiancée?

Galina is wonderful, but a little crazy
making plans for the wedding.

What is wrong, brother?

Sergei, did you see Lauren Singer when
you were in D .C. three weeks ago?

Lauren? No.

Did you talk to her on the phone?

Not the night you made her call me about
the baby. Did you really believe her

when she told you it wasn't yours?

Yes.

Is she now saying the baby is mine?

Lieutenant's saying it was murdered
three weeks ago, Sergei.

Murdered?

You think I did it?

No, of course not.

But the investigators might if they
believe you were the father and you were

town when she was murdered.

Always the big brother, huh?

Always protecting you.

Hey, that's what big brothers are for.

We'll do a full DNA for cord, but the
ABO doesn't match.

It's type AB.

I'd say the blood you found is
Lieutenant Singer's. Good job.

Thank you. I was talking to Abby.

There's more.

Benzinger's. What's that, a magic word?

Bar in Falls Church where Lieutenant
Singer used to hang out.

A bar definitely goes with the chem
analysis I did with the stomach content.

Based on the degree of digestion?

She died within two hours of her last
snack. And I do mean snack.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thyme and mononitrate,
riboflavin, folic acid, vegetable oil.

Peanuts, pretzels, crackers, a vermic.

What's the 13 -digit number?

It's a Moscow cell phone number.

How do you know?

If I can't ID a Moscow number after six
months undercover, the taxpayers should

get their money back.

You know how to trace a number fast?

Oh, yeah.

Through the FBI.

I've got more goodies.

I got the name of the airline ticket.

We got that.

And the destination.

Yeah, we got that too.

And the departure date. Early April.

January 6th.

That's got to be April 6th.

Now, Gib, you just need young eyes.
That's a one, not a four.

That's a one?

Yeah. She missed her flight.

Tony, she got whacked.

No, not three months ago.

Actually, three months is probably quite
accurate.

I'm afraid our victim was in the Potomac
at least that long.

But is that going to frequent floater
miles?

Being an ice queen.

She was frozen.

Hey, I got a suspect.

Minetti said the Benzinger's bartender
told her Singer was seeing a civilian

before she shipped out, right? Well,
that Moscow cell is registered to a

Zhukov. I'm running an immigration
check.

He was in the States when Singer got
pregnant, left two days before he

out, and returned for just 48 hours
three weeks ago.

What?

Lieutenant Singer was murdered months
ago.

Cross -checked Juco's cell phone numbers
and Aram's number.

80. Give.

I need to speak to Director.

I won't have to.

Shukov's green card sponsor was
Commander Harmon Rabb.

The half -brother.

You're making progress on the Jag
murder?

Yes, sir.

Who's your prime suspect?

A JAG officer.

Damn.

I have to work with these people.

Not a senior officer.

I hope.

Do I know him?

Yes, sir.

I believe you do.

Are you going to tell me his name?
Commander Harmon Rapp.

Wouldn't be more stunned if you told me
it was Admiral Chegwitten.

He shouldn't. Not a hundred percent.

But from the information we're
gathering, we know he's deeply involved.

I don't need to tell you the
implications if you're wrong.

That's why I'm moving slowly.

Don't move too slowly.

NSA decrypts indicate...

I was poised to watch another Greyhound
attack.

Which ship?

How many Hassan Mohammed knows?

Not Ben Atwa.

Boys up the river tell me Al -Jihad is
limiting target data to the Exeggur.

I need you to break Ben Atwa. When do I
leave?

As soon as you wrap up the Jagber.

With all due respect, Director, breaking
him...

It's a lot more important than
unwrapping a murder.

If this involves anyone other than Jag,
I'd agree.

All I can tell you is, do both.

Fast.

Anybody finds that purse, gets a steak
dinner on me.

Checked out.

How'd you find her will?

DMV check.

It's been sitting in the impound lot
since January.

Let your fingers do the talking.

Why'd they tow it?

It was abandoned in a lot of great
falls.

Any of those prints large enough to be a
man's?

Yep. Whoever's riding shotgun.

How fast can you run them?

Usually takes about 12 hours.

But for a...

Dinner?

Get me an ID and two and I'll make a
cafe at Lanico.

Sweet.

Hey, what do you got?

Oh, plenty.

San Diego found Singer took a furnished
rental on Coronado Island, ordered a

phone installed and never showed.

And get this.

No credit card or bank account activity,
and she picked up $200 at a Falls

Church ATM on Jan. 4.

There's the murder date between the 4th
of January and the missed flight on the

6th. Abby pulled a man's prints from a
car. We're going in them now. Check with

Ducky if those dates coincide with the
autopsy. Got it. Come on, lover boy.

Where are we going?

Benzinger's. Get a drink.

You get drinks, and I get Ducky.

All of her cells were ruptured from
freezing.

When the Potomac thawed, she thawed.

That's why the crows only got your face.

Your arms and legs were encapsulated in
ice.

Could she have died between the 4th and
6th of January?

The development of the fetus is
consistent with those dates.

Ducky? Yeah?

You didn't match Rab's DNA to the fetus,
did you?

I didn't have to.

We didn't always have DNA, you know.

We didn't always have television.

You're too young to remember, but in
many ways, radio was much more

Okay, Ducky. You had to use your
imagination. Ducky, why didn't you have

checked Commander Rav's blood type.
That's legal.

There's no way he could have fathered
the girl.

Girl.

You sure you won't have dinner with me
tonight?

Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting.

The pursuit of sex is an affirmation of
life, Vivian.

That's why older men are so lascivious.
I'm talking about your lack of respect

for the dead.

I have the utmost respect for the dead.

Well, that's obvious from the way you
speak to them. If you were dead,

it be nice if you were spoken to rather
than about?

But her soul is an end.

This.

Perhaps not.

I've always felt a presence when
conducting an autopsy, especially with

victims.

I couldn't understand why the crows
didn't touch her hands and feet.

saw myself in a block of ice with only
my head exposed.

Your subconscious solved the problem.

Then shouldn't I have envisaged the
lieutenant in a block of ice?

Hey, why don't we discuss that over
dinner?

Not tonight.

She didn't say no.

If not tonight.

I had a conversation with the bartender
at

Benzinger's. He recalls you being there
one evening in January.

I was at Benzinger's a couple of times
in January, sir. This night you were in

booth behind Commander Rabb and
Lieutenant Singer.

I make an effort not to listen in on
other people's conversations.

Nah, this conversation was so heated it
got the bartender's attention across the

room.

I may have heard a few things.

think that I would be involved in any
other way than professionally with

Lieutenant Singer?

You're more comfortable asking questions
than you are answering them.

I guess I'm not used to being a suspect.

Suspect? You said you were a suspect.
Have I read you your Article 31 rights?

No, you haven't, which means you're
playing a very risky game, Gunny.

I'm not smart enough to play risky games
with a lawyer of your caliber, Rapp.

That's Commander Rapp, or Commander, or
Sir Gunny.

I believe as a reservist, you're still
technically in the Marine Corps. I am an

NCIS special agent. And I don't have to
salute you or serve you or give you any

military courtesy.

But you know that.

So who's playing the games here?

Quite the control freak.

Well, that makes two of us.

Hey, hey.

Dobbs is coming in with a cover he found
in the woods below the falls.

A cover just like that one.

Since I'm not a suspect, I see no reason
to continue wasting my time here. I

wonder how the Admiral will feel about
his top jag not responding to an

investigation into the death of one of
his officers.

Jesse?

One coffee, black.

Make that two, Jesse.

Thank you.

I don't know who fathered Lieutenant
Singer's baby, and I don't know who

murdered her. So what else, Gibbs?

Why'd your investigation show?

Hey, you were there.

The Admiral ordered me to stay out of
this.

Oh, I'm referring to the investigation
you gave Commander Minetti to do on

Lieutenant Singer's love life prior to
her deployment.

Oops. Yeah, oops is right. Without
reading him his rights, we're going to

all this stuff in court. No, no, no, we
got this stuff. Give the sitting rab up.

Well, Colonel McKenzie's investigation
into Lieutenant Singer's pregnancy

going well.

Mac and I are old friends. I thought I'd
help.

Reasonable answer.

Yeah, the truth usually is.

So you wouldn't mind giving us a DNA
sample?

For what purpose?

Paternity test.

I didn't even like Lieutenant Singer.

I wouldn't say that during a murder
investigation.

No, you can't have my DNA.

If you're not guilty.

General principle.

Okay. No DNA.

When was the last time you saw
Lieutenant Singer?

Early January, before she went to San
Diego.

What'd you talk about?

They swapped the usual lies between two
officers who have nothing in common.

Here he comes.

That was the first week in January?

Sounds about right.

That was the last time you saw her?
That's what I said at Bensinger's.

Bugger.

So, Rab's friends are all over Singer's
Convertible.

Who told you we were at Bensinger's?

You did meet her there, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yo.

Who's prompting you from behind the
mirror?

Do you recognize that?

Should I?

You dialed it often enough.

Well, I call so many numbers.

Your brother's cell phone number in
Moscow.

Immigration records show that he was
here when Singer got pregnant and again

three weeks ago. Derrige did not kill
Lieutenant Singer. Was he the father?

She said he wasn't. And he believed it?
Yeah. But you didn't. I'm not sure.

The important thing is he believed her.
And he swears to me he hasn't spoken to

her or seen her since early January when
she called.

Why would he give Singer his Moscow
number?

I did that.

I wrote it on a napkin of Ben Singer's
book. Commander, you are suspected of

having committed the act of murder.

What? You have the right to remain
silent.

You think I killed Lieutenant Singer?

I know my Article 31 rights, but I
waived them. I said I waived them. She

to be FBI.

How long have you been doing this? 19
years. Can you tell if someone's guilty

looking in their eyes? I can. Now look
in mine.

Ask me.

Ask me.

Would you kill for your brother?