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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?