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Okay. Last arrow.

What'cha aiming at, Tommy? Maryland?

You'll never get your archery pin
shooting like this, Tommy.

18.

24.

26, I rule!

Hey Tommy. Get the arrow
that went over the hill, okay?

C'mon, get the arrows back, c'mon!

JAG Saison 8 Episode 20

"Ice Queen"
The Beginning of NCIS

Synchro Kasius.

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Kid puts an arrow in a corpse.

That's a new one.

Just a 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 Bud in his hand.

Please,
not another Baltimore homicide story.

Looks like a natural death,

but we gotta wait for the ME
to confirm it?

So it's dinnertime,
my partner and I are starving,

so we tell the beat rookie
to keep an eye on the stiff.

Rookie's never been alone with a body.
Well, suddenly,

body goes out of rigor, slumps,
the air trapped in the lungs is forced

through the voice box
and the corpse moans.

I bet.

Rookie freaks, enters his service
revolver into the body.

You know what I think, DiNozzo?

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

I think you were the rookie.

That's funny, Gibbs.

Funny. Wrong.

But funny.

Tony. Get 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 that
the Scout Leader can't?

- That's why I'm gonna talk to him.
- You'll only add to his trauma.

Your ME's down by the river
with the body.

Little guy by himself's the one
who shot the arrow.

He's pretty shook. One for the books?

I think the scoutmaster's the tall one.

First time I've known Chief Ness 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 other part
of the body?

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

You have no idea how horrible this was.

You might wanna suck it up.

For the boys.

My name's Gibbs.
I'm a Special Agent with the Navy.

I didn't kill her.

I know you didn't, bud.

- 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 gonna dream about her.

That won't work.

worked for me.

Since I was bout 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.

Gimme a call.

If I have a nightmare?

We already took care of that.

Come see where I work.

Bring some friends.

I'll give you a tour.

Scout Leader took one look at the body,

barfed and called 911.

Did you get anything different
from the boy?

Well, he didn't barf.

What've you got for us, Ducky?

One deceased, pregnant Navy Lieutenant

who appears to have been tossed
into a tree.

Love your perfume,
Special Agent Blackadder.

How about dinner tonight
after the autopsy?

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

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

When'd she die?

Gosh, that was,

in Hollywood, let's see...

it's got to be at least
twenty years ago.

She was an assistant film editor,

and the film editor's wife caught them
in flagrante delecto...

This one, Ducky. When did this one die?

It's been a while.

You 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 arrow.

- Find any tracks?
- Nah.

Ground's soaked,
rain must've washed 'em away.

You concrete cops can't read tracks
unless it's in neon.

What's that?

That's a deer track?

How old?

What are you, Pocahontas?

What?

Nothing.

No, no, definitely something. What?

You just reminded me of my brother Rex.

Taught me to track.

Called me Pocahontas.

I'd rather you didn't think of me
as your brother, Viv.

I could never do that, Tony.

Rex was...

much better looking.

What are you taking comedy lessons
from Gibbs.

Did you say was?

Rex was... killed on the Cole.

I'm sorry, Viv.

Me too!

So, he why you left the FBI
and hooked up with us?

How pregnant was she, Ducky?

Thanks.

Well, I don't know. Let's see.

Without holding it in my hands,
I'd estimate

four, five months.

Push her hair out of her face,
would you, Duck?

What happened ot her face?

It's too cold for larva.

Crows.

They took her eyes first, then

tore away the soft flesh.

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

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

I really don't know.

She was in the river.

How'd she get into the tree?

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

River came up in the spring thaw,

she floated in here.

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

Why do you wrap?

She's a JAG.

Ever work with her?

Look, I know she's a bit messy.

But how many blonde JAG female
Lieutenants can there be?

NCIS has discovered the remains of

an unidentified JAG Lieutenant
in Potomac Park.

Medical Examiner estimates

she's between four
and five months pregnant.

My Lord, sir,
I hope it isn't Lieutenant Singer.

Well, it can't be Lieutenant Singer.

She's due in two weeks.

Have you been in contact with
the Lieutenant?

No, sir, not since she left
three months ago,

I was 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, Tiner.
- Aye aye, sir.

Well, that doesn't look good.

You're not writing her off, are you sir?

You know, I may not personally
know all seven hundred and fifty,

JAG officers under my command,

but I damn sure would know
if one was missing

for three weeks.

NCIS will DNA the remains,
run them through the military database.

We should shortly know if
it's Lt. Singer.

Excuse me, sir.

Is there...

something going on between
the Commander and Lieutenant Singer

I should know about?

Body was found right here.

I had Dinozzo do a hundred meter
preliminary search,

but I want a search team sent out there
first thing in the morning.

Work both sides of the Potomac.

Start at the falls and work your way
downstream.

How far downstream?

All the way to the tidal basin if
you have to, Dobbs.

If you're lucky,
the purse washed up somewhere.

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

You call Gunnery Sergeant Puller
down at Quantico,

and you tell him I need a few of
his Marines for a little field exercise.

Gunny Puller owes me. Listen.

That was Admiral Chegwidden.
He couldn't reach Lieutenant Singer.

Home phone in San Diego and
cell have been disconnected.

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 hid it well.

Not that well.

Follow me. Your team can tag along.

That's Amad Bin-Atwa.

You know your terrorists.

Is he in that hotel?

Well, if our intel is accurate,
he's just completed a "tire un coup."

French for nooner.

Is that Heather with the bag?

Who else would have those legs?

Target is standing right beside you.

Get a snap...
- Monsieur?

Où est la Place du Monde?

- Good.
- Freeze it.

ID matching.

We've got a match

ID confirmed. Proceed.

Lâchez-moi!

Gotcha.

Amad Bin-Atwa supplied money
and explosives to Hassan Mohammed

who executed the attack on the Cole.

They're an El-Jihad team that's been
together for nine years.

If Bin-Atwa gives up Hassan,
I want in on the kill.

You're not tasked with capturing
Hassan Mohammed.

Gibbs, my brother died on the Cole.

- I know that.
- Get me in on this.

You're 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 you march your butt right back
to the J. Edgar Hoover building.

Am I clear, Agent Blackadder?

Am I clear?

Very. Sir.

Did 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.- Yes, sir.

- Do not touch it, I'll bag it.
- Yes, sir.

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

If she delivered before she died...
she'd still appear pregnant.

Viv could be on to something, Gibbs.

Maybe it was too much for her...

premature delivery, being single,
post-partem depression...

What if she gave up and
took a header off the bridge

- above the falls?
- With the baby?

What a horrible thought.

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

What, you think that's cold?

Very.

Good. It means I'm focused.

I hope I'm never that focused.

Well, aside from having no face,

you cleaned up pretty good.

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

The only unaccounted for JAG is
a Lieutenant Singer.

She's pregnant... supposedly full term.

Then she's not our guest.

Could she have just delivered?

Nope. Having a good day, Vivian?

Just Ducky.

The DNA results will be released
shortly,

and then we'll be formally introduced.

Gonna need the fetus DNA, Duck.

You think daddy's the killer?

She was single

Shame on you.

If we're lucky, the baby's DNA'll match
somebody at JAG.

It's illegal to use military DNA
except to identify the body.

I don't intend to use it in court.

Well it's still illegal.

That law's gonna change soon.

Well, it hasn't changed yet.

Politicians have their time table,
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?

Chegwidden said Lieutenant Singer lived
in San Diego,

SAN is their airport designation.

San Diego. Have them

check her residence,
interview neighbors, full investigation.

- Anything else, Duck?
- Yes

I saved the best for last.

This metallic sliver was embedded
in a posterior skull fracture.

I'll show you... it was here.

My guess,

she was hit on the head with
a blunt metal objet

and dumped over 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'll be out at first light.

You're on your own.
She's going with me to JAG.

C'mere, let me show you something.

Shall we see how our guest

is hiding a full term fetus?

Saved by the bell.

The Armed Forces DNA Registry has
identified the body

as Lieutenant Singer's.

Special Agents Gibbs
and Blackadder of NCIS,

they'll be investigating her death.

Admiral, you're 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...
- 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 DC?

We were hoping one of you could tell us?

Nobody here has seen Lieutenant Singer

since she left back in january.

Do you always speak for everyone,
Commander Rabb?

Agents Gibbs
and Blackadder have requested

to interview each of you individually.

I expect your full cooperation.

How would you like to proceed with this?

While you're all 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.

Fine.

Commander Rabb and I have to
rework a court schedule.

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

- Nope.
- 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 Rabb down?

Wee're gonna 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.

I know you didn't kill her,

but you're involved
and I wanna know how.

I'd rather not say, sir.

Good God, did you get her pregnant?

No, of course not,
you 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 gonna speculate.

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

I'm not going to lie, Admiral.

No, you're a damn good lawyer

and know how to obfuscate
the truth in an interrogation...

Damn, he's good.

Special Agent Gibbs.

He's got me questioning you.

Hearsay rules don't apply
in interrogation,

I'm duty-bound to repeat
anything 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.

Is that the last contact you had
with her?

That's correct.

There was a charge,
subsequently dropped,

by the skipper of 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'd the skipper drop the charges?

I assume he believed her.

Or Colonel Mackenzie.

You sent her to the Seahawk too
to investigate Lieutenant Singer?

You already know that.
It's in that file.

It's not in this file.

This is 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.

I'm sure they did.
I have no idea what they said.

He didn't mention it, Admiral?

No he didn't, and neither did she.
Agent Gibbs,

why don't we save ourselves some time,
what do you say?

The only thing Commander Rabb told was

that he did not murder Lieutenant Singer
and has no idea who did.

Dobbs. You find a purse?

Nope.
Just enough junk for a garage sale.

I doubt any of it ties into your case,
but I'm not taking any chances.

Marines I sent find you?

Guarding the area I taped off.
Didn't ask when they'd get relieved.

After Quantico, this is vacation.

I got it!

Before you go out tomorrow,

buy a purse at the Navy Exchange,
soak it in mud, and turn it in!

Blackadder doesn't know, does she?

Know what?

Gibbs is about to interrogate the guy.

Soon as they loosen Ben-Atwa up,
Director's gonna send him in.

The question is, is he gonna take
Agent Blackadder with him?

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.

I brought you a little present.

And you wonder why you're still single.

Is this blood from our vic?

Hope so. How long before we get a DNA?

See what ABO typing says first.

You redecorating?

I just thought
I'd brighten the place up a bit.

- D'you take these?
- Yeah.

That's a cross section of
what a twelve gage did to an L3 to L5.

Shotgun shattered backbone?

The middle one there is a cross section
of an ice pick to a cerebellum.

Duodenum.

I like to call it duodenum
with a lye chaser.

It's the sad end of a Drano drinker.

You need to get out more, Abby.

Is that an invite?

Could the father be someone
from right here at JAG?

God, no.

Nobody around here would be dumb enough
to get involved with Lieutenant Singer.

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!

Not the best choice of words there,
Lieutenant.

I know. I know, but believe me!
It wasn't me!

Yeah, we know that.

So who was it?

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

What does your intuition tell you?

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

Spoken like a lawyer at a deposition,
Commander.

It wasn't someone from JAG.

Now 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 Rabb asked
Commander Manetti to ferret out

who Lieutenant Singer was seeing prior
to her deployment?

What?

He wasn't part of your investigation.
Why would he do that?

Colonel?

I have no idea.

You'll have to ask Commander Rabb.

Wait, why didn't we question him?

That what the FBI would've done?

Damn right.

Well, they wear suits and ties, too.

They may wear suits and ties
but they share the play book.

Rabb ran an unofficial investigation
into Lieutenant Singer's love life.

Why don't we slap him in a room,
read him his rights, go for the jugular?

Because he is JAG's fair-haired boy

And that gets him a pass
in a murder investigation?

He's the best prosecutor
and defender they have.

Please, I'm in awe.

Well, you should be.

We start questioning Rabb,
we don't have all the pieces

to the puzzle, he'll pull an OJ on us

and he won't need
a slick defense lawyer to do it.

I'm feeling really...
really stupid, Gibbs.

Just a little behind the learning curve.

Da.

Da. Brother! How are you!

I'm good.

I'm good. How's your fiancee?

Gilina 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 DC three weeks ago?

Lauren? No.

Did you talk to her on the phone?

Not since that 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 Singer was murdered
three weeks ago, Sergei.

Murdered?
боже мой

You think I did it?

No, of course not.

But the investigators might if
they believe you were

the father... and you were in town
when she was murdered.

Always the big brother?

Always protecting.

That's what big brothers are for.

We'll do a full DNA for court,
but the ABO shows a match.

Type AB.

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

Good job.

- Thanks, Gibbs.
- I was talking to Abby.

There's more.

Here.

Benzinger's

What's that, a magic word?

A bar in Falls Church where
Lieutenant Singer used to hang out.

A bar definitely goes
with the chem analysis

I did of the stomach contents.

Based on the degree of digestion,

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

Yeah... thiamin mononitrate, riboflavin,
folic acid, vegetable oil...

Peanuts, pretzels, crackers...
it's a bar mix.

What's the 13 digit number?

That'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?

Through the FBI.

Guess that would work too.

I got more goodies.

I got the name off the airline ticket.

We got that.

And the destination.

Yeah, we got that too.

- And the departure date.
- Early April.

January 6.

Well, that's gotta be April 6.

No, Gibbs, you just need young eyes.
That's a one, not a four.

- That's a one?
- Yeah.

So she missed her flight.

Tony, she got whacked.

Not three months ago.

Actually,
three months is probably quite accurate.

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

What, racking up frequent floater miles?

Being an ice queen.

She was frozen.

I got a suspect.

Manetti 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 Sergei Zhukov.

I'm running an immigration check.

He was in the states
when Singer got pregnant.

Left two days before she shipped out,

and returned for forty-eight hours
three weeks ago.

What?

Lieutenant Singer was murdered
months ago.

Cross-check Zhukov's cell phone number
and Rabb's number.

Adie, it's Gibbs.
I need to speak to the Director.

I won't have to.

Zhukov's green card sponsor was
Commander Harmon Rabb.

They're half-brothers.

You making progress on the JAG murder?

Yes, sir.

Who's your prime suspect?

A JAG officer.

Damn.

We have to work with these people.

Not a senior officer, I hope?

- Do I know him?
- Yes, sir.

I believe you do.

- Are you gonna tell me his name?
- Commander Harmon Rabb.

I couldn't be more stunned if
you told me it was Admiral Chegwidden.

- Are you certain?
- Not a hundred percent.

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...

El-Jihad is poised to launch
another gray hull attack.

Which ship?

Only Hassan Mohammed knows.

Not Bin-Atwa?

Boys up the river tell me El-Jihad is

limiting target data to the executor.

- I need you to break Bin-Atwa.
- When do I leave?

Soon as you wrap up the JAG murder?

With all due respect... Director...

Breaking him is a lot more important
than wrapping up a... murder.

If this involved 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!

How'd you find her wheels?

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 the lot
at Great Falls.

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

Yep. Whoever was riding shotgun.

How fast can you run 'em?

Usually takes about 12 hours...

but for dinner...

Get me an ID in two
and I'll make it Cafe Atlantico.

Sweet.

What've you got?

Plenty.

San Diego found that 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

since she picked up two hundred dollars
at Falls Church ATM on jan 4.

Narrows the murder date between
the fourth of january

and missed flight on the sixth.

Abby's pulled a man's prints
from the car, she's running them now.

Check with Ducky. See if
those dates coincide with the autopsy.

- Got it.
- C'mon, lover boy.

Where we going?

Benzinger's, to get a drink.

They 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 fourth
and sixth of January?

The development of the fetus is
consistent with those dates.

- Ducky.
- Yeah?

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

I didn't have to.

We didn't always have DNA, you know.

And we didn't always have television.

You're too young to remember,
but in many ways,

- radio was much more fascinating...
- Okay, Ducky

- you had to use your imagination
- Ducky. Why didn't you have to?

I checked Commander Rabb's blood type,
that's legal.

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

Girl...

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

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.

That's obvious from the way
you speak to them.

If you were dead, would it be nice if
you were spoken to rather than about?

But her soul isn't in...

this...

Perhaps not.

But I've always felt a presence when
conducting an autopsy.

Especially with murder victims.
I couldn't understand why

the crows hadn't touched her hands
and feet.

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

Your subconscious solved the problem.

Then shouldn't I have envisioned
the Lieutenant in a block of ice?

Why don't we discuss that over dinner?

Not tonight.

She didn't say no. Just, not tonight.

We hade 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 time you were in a 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.

What makes you think that
I would be involved

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.

A suspect. Who 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, Rabb.

That's Commander Rabb. 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 sir you, or give you

any military courtesy,

but you know that.
So who's playing the games here?

Quite the control freak.

That makes two of us.

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...

I wonder how the Admiral would feel
about his top JAG

not responding to an investigation
into the death

of one of his officers.

Jessie.

One coffee, black?

Make that two, Jessie.

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

and I don't know who murdered her.

So what else, Gibbs?

What did your investigation show?

You were there.

The Admiral ordered me
to stay out of this.

I'm referring to the investigation
you gave Commander Manetti to do...

on Lieutenant Singer's love life prior
to her deployment.

Yeah, oops is right.

Without reading him his rights
we're gonna lose all in court.

we got this stuff, Viv,

Gibbs is setting Rabb up.

Col. Mackenzie's investigation into

Lieutenant Singer's pregnancy wasn't
going well.

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

A 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

No DNA.

When was the last time you saw
Lieutenant Singer?

Early january before she went
to San Diego.

What'd you talk about?

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

Here it comes.

That was the first week in january?

- Sounds right.
- That was the last time you saw her?

- That's what I said.
- At Benzinger's?

Buggered.

So. Rabb's prints?
Are all over Singer's convertible.

Who told you we were at Benzinger's?

You did meet her, didn't you?

Who's prompting you
from behind the mirror?

You recognize that?

Should I?

You dial it often enough.

Well, I call so many numbers.

It's your brother's cell phone number
in Moscow.

Immigration records show that
he was here when Singer got pregnant,

and again three weeks ago.

Sergei did not kill Lieutenant Singer

- Was he the father?
- She said he wasn't.

- Did he believe her? But you didn't?
- Yeah.

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
at Benzinger's bar.

Commander, you are suspected of
having committed the act of murder.

You have the right to remain

silent and make no statement.

- You think I killed Lieutenant Singer?
- Any statement you do make...

against you in a court of martial...

I know my Article 31 rights
and I waive them.

- You have the right to consult...
- I said I waive them.

She used to be FBI.

... may be a civilian lawyer,
retained by you...

- How long you been doing this?
- Nineteen years.

Can you tell if someone's guilty,
by looking in their eyes?

- I can.
- Well look in mine.

Ask me. Ask me!

Ask me. Ask me!

Would you kill for your brother?

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