All language subtitles for JAG - 06x01 - Legacy [1of2]-eng

Sergei.

Sergei. Sergei.

Sergei!

Sergei.

I am your friend.

I thought it might be useful, sir.
I found it in the library.

Language Guide
for Invading Troops.

"Which is the road to Moscow?"

Well, there's some general stuff
in there too, sir. If I may...

"Where is the toilet?"

Well, that'll definitely come in handy.
Thanks, Tiner.

Yes, sir.

Ship-to-shore's online.

- Negative preliminary statement now.
- Aye, aye.

Mac.

Here. " Actual value
of the classified information

not relevant to a conviction
under Article 106a.

United States v. Schoof. "

- The espionage case?
- Making a list and checking it twice.

Commander Carlton
is going away for life.

We personally guarantee it.

Good.

Look, I left my notes

- on the woman suing the Navy.
- The one we rescued from drowning?

- Yeah, Bud will cover it.
- I will?

I've asked Agent Hidachi
to come over and review his testimony.

I don't want anything slipping through
the cracks on the Carlton case.

You're still here.

Apparently not, sir.

I'm disappointed
I'll be missing the colonel's case.

Commander,
your assignment is just as valuable

as anything we're doing here.

Yes, sir.

Are you prepared
to help the Russians?

Admiral, their military law
on the books is fine.

It's the administration
that's questionable.

- I have some suggestions, sir.
- I'm sure you do.

This advisory mission
was set up at a high level.

- Be diplomatic.
- Yes, sir.

Aren't I always?

Just don't shoot holes
in any courtroom ceilings.

Renee, this was so nice of you.
One little problem with the dress.

You looked so fabulous at that ball,
Harriet.

Thank you. But the dress...
I took it to the dry cleaner's twice.

They can't get the cheesecake stain
out of it.

- I'm so sorry.
- Madonna eats a lot of cheesecake.

She'll think
she made that stain herself.

You think maybe someday
a sailor might make me a mommy?

Yes. We have no borscht today.

Will you take me to the airport?

Do you really have to go to Russia,
Harm?

I mean, can't they fix
their own stupid laws by themselves?

- It's my job, Renee.
- Couldn't Mac go?

Renee, this is an opportunity
to reform Russian military justice.

It's important.

Here is your office.

Welcome to Moscow.

Colonel, I was told I'd be meeting
with the senior procurator.

Oh, he's a very busy man.

Well, I'm sure he is,
but if he can't find the time,

maybe he should delegate somebody
else to listen to my suggestions.

You can begin by familiarising yourself
with our legal processes.

I've brought you a selection of files.

This one's from 1963.

A broad selection.

- It's in Russian.
- I will arrange language lessons.

Look, I don't have that kind of time.

Perhaps you would like to meet ladies?
You are our guest.

Colonel, I'm here to help reform
the Russian military system of justice.

You will have better luck with ladies.

Commander Wade Carlton
sold out his country.

He violated his oath
to defend the Constitution

in the most heinous way possible,
trading his honour for cash.

He sold military secrets
to Russian agents

and then crept away
like a thief in the night.

Objection to the characterization
of my client as a thief.

How about a spy in the night?
A traitor? A turncoat?

Your Honour?

Both sides are entitled
to some poetic licence.

You'll get your chance, Mr. Flowers.

Overruled.

We will prove each and every charge
and specification.

And when all the evidence is in,

I am convinced that you will convict
Commander Carlton

of the most serious charge
that any court martial has to consider:

Espionage.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello. Hello!

This is not the toilet?

No.

This used to be the toilet.

I believe that. Not the toilet now.

- You are the American.
- Yes.

And already at work?

Well, not quite.
I don't speak or read Russian, so...

I can help.

"Omsk garrison.

A tank mechanic ran away

and broke the window
of a butcher shop

and stole 20 kilos of lamb."

Sounds serious.

Also, "Omsk garrison.

Three privates
hijack a truck of tomatoes."

Maybe they were gonna get together
and make a shish kebab.

Again. "Omsk garrison adjutant

found shot in dispute
with local Mafia boss.

They fight over ownership
of the nightclub.

They were partners."

His men are stealing food and he has
enough money to own a nightclub?

Sounds like
he was stealing their pay.

Exactly.

You're not drunk.

- Captain...?
- Volkonov.

And you're not a naive
and stupid American,

Commander Rabb.

Thank you.

- I just wanted to see.
- Why?

Because in these bad days
for the Russian army,

there is so much corruption,

about which some of my superiors
are complacent.

These the same superiors
who stuck me in the toilet here?

Some do-good in the Kremlin
arranged your mission,

but these people
see no advantage in it.

But you do.

I wanna go after
one of the corrupt ones,

a colonel general, and I need help.

An objective outsider will be useful.

Especially one with protection
as an American guest.

Do you have anything better to do?

Tonight on Treasure Island:
An unexpected turn

when four contestants compete
for crucial points

in an open-water raft race.

Marcy Reynolds, the leader,

is delayed by an encounter
with the U.S. Navy.

Wow, she's a real fighter.

I had 20 bucks on her
to win the whole thing.

- Job-related research, gentlemen?
- Yes, sir.

That's the woman suing us.

Moron!

- Get your hands up.
- Rat!

They should have
tossed her back in.

Commander Carlton
first came under suspicion

when he showed up
in surveillance photos.

He was with Andrei Suknoff,

an intelligence operative
at the Russian embassy.

And that led the bureau

to put Commander Carlton
under surveillance?

- That's correct.
- Agent Hidachi,

can you tell us what happened
on July 12th of this year?

I followed Commander Carlton
from the Pentagon

to a strip mall in Arlington
where I saw him make a dead drop.

A dead drop?

He put a briefcase
into a used-clothing bin

run by a charity organisation.

An hour later,
a Russian national dressed in coveralls

with the name of the charity on them
opened the box.

What did you do?

I detained the Russian
and took possession of the briefcase.

Referring to Exhibit 7?

Yes. It contained
several computer disks.

As previously testified,

those disks contained deployment
schedules for the Atlantic Fleet,

bidding specifications for the
next-generation Joint Strike Fighter,

and a variety of files
from Naval Intelligence?

That's right. Then a judge
granted us a search warrant.

We arrested the defendant
and searched his home.

And what did you find there?

Thirty-eight thousand dollars
in a frozen-waffle box.

Thank you, Agent Hidachi.

Your witness.

Mr. Flowers,
I'm gonna save that for morning.

This court will recess until 0900.

Okay.

Colonel?

We need to talk.

What's wrong with meeting
in my office?

You don't like the decor?

I don't like what might be hidden
in the decor.

You think we'd bug you?

My client wishes to discuss a plea
in exchange for his cooperation.

Cooperation about what?

We know what he gave up
and whom he gave it to.

We know he worked alone.
We're done, staff sergeant.

You think you know everything,
colonel?

I know you're going to prison.

- You should listen to me.
- That's enough. Watch your head.

Colonel, at least keep an open mind.

He pleads guilty,
I'll listen to his confession.

- You're removing any incentive.
- Incentives for what?

- What does he have to say?
- I don't know.

He's desperate.
You have to listen to him. We don't.

Mic, you're overreacting.

Mac,

you were close enough to that bomb
to scorch your hair.

So I got a few split ends.

Sarah, for once, be serious.

Mic, I can take care of myself.

Just my luck.

I fell in love with Sheena,
Queen of the Jungle.

You know it turns you on.

A bit.

Don't you have to get up early
and start your new job in the morning?

What, are you sending me home?

I have to get
an early start tomorrow.

Were you really happy
to see me move here?

Didn't I look happy?

I don't know, Sarah.
I was too nervous.

But looking back,
I think maybe I should have called

and talked it over.

Before putting your naval career
on hold

and moving 12,000 miles
without even telling me?

Well, when you put it that way,
it doesn't sound so big.

Mic, you make me very happy.

So I'm sorry, really,
but you have to get out of here.

By 0500.

I was conscripted
under Communism.

I was going to do my time
and then go back to school

to study poetry.

Communism died,
and I didn't need poetry.

So the army sent me
to Moscow State University

to study law.

This is my car.

For the first time in Russian history,
the laws were going to matter.

I've studied the codes.
The laws are fine.

In books. In books,
even Communism sounded fine.

But in practise,

anybody they want to get, they get.

And anybody
they don't want to get...

307 Pushkin Prospect.

This is the home
of Colonel General Arkady Krylov.

Sixteen rooms, a dozen baths,
sauna, four-car garage, five cars.

But his salary is 3,000 rubles a month.
One hundred ten dollars.

Maybe he rents out
some of the rooms.

Maybe.

Maybe he diverts his own men's pay
and invests it in a pyramid schemes.

Maybe he shakes down businessmen
for krysha, military protection.

Maybe he sells weapons.

And they won't let you move
against him?

Not enough evidence.

This house is enough evidence.

- He sells arms?
- Even to the Chechens.

- You're fighting the Chechens.
- He's fighting the Chechens.

He is deputy commander
of Western Caucasus forces.

Apparently, he doesn't care.

Well, the Russian people care.
I've read the papers.

There's anti-Chechen hysteria.

We prefer
to call it pro-Russian patriotism.

Whatever.

So all we have to do is catch him
selling weapons to the enemy.

Then nothing can protect him.

That's all?

We just go to Chechnya
and catch him in the act?

Well, you have anything
better to do?

The war in Chechnya
continues unabated.

Russian troops advanced
on Chechen strongholds,

and claim the rebels
are on the retreat.

Russian president, Vladimir Putin,
vows to quash the opposition

and the breakaway republic
by the end of the year.

Anything Commander Carlton
didn't try to sell?

"Maintenance reports,
Los Angeles-class submarines."

"Test results for a failed experiment
with mine-seeking dolphins"?

This is quite a list.

Commander Carlton went through the
Pentagon like it was a yard sale, sir.

He shipped it all to the Russians,
the garbage and the goodies.

"Ship's technical manual
for turbine generators."

What's this?

A schematic drawing
of some kind of industrial facility, sir.

It says "rouge."
What was it, a makeup factory?

We never determined
what it was, sir.

Well, maybe they killed him to make
him stop sending them so much junk.

"Road map to Michigan."

All right, so where's the fatal secret?

We're looking at everything, sir:
FBI wiretaps,

surveillance photos,
financial records.

Phone records.

Sir, Carlton started calling
one new number

after he was confined.

Ma'am?

Area code 990?

I don't think that exists.

Yes?

Hello. I got your number
from Wade Carlton.

Never heard of him.

Webb?

Mac?

So, Captain Volkonov,
Moscow remembers us after all?

We are all following your progress
subduing the Chechen bandits, sir.

But you must know that.

I'm sure you return home occasionally
to see your wife, family.

When duty allows.

Commander, I rather gathered
your country disappointed

in our conduct in this war.

Believe me, sir,
I'm not here to make judgements.

Tell me, then,

why are you here?

I'm on an advisory mission, sir,

from the International Institute
of Military Jurisprudence

to consult on the modernisation
of your system of military justice.

- Have there been any complaints?
- No, I wouldn't know, sir.

The request for the consultation

came from the office
of your Ministry of Defence.

Probably the same week
that the Minister of Finance

asked your country
for a $50-billion loan guarantee.

Did the Minister of Defence
also suggest

that you pursue your mission
in Chechnya?

Well, sir, justice is always hardest
to administer in frontline conditions.

I thought if I saw
how it worked here,

it would give me a feeling
for the entire situation.

Well, of course,
it is an honour to cooperate

with the International Institute
for Military Jurisprudence.

I will arrange for you
to see anything you want.

- Let's see. Under D or R?
- There's no telling, ma'am.

Ma'am, I can't believe this lawsuit.

You'd think a drowning person
would thank the people who saved her.

You'd think.

Oh, S. Shipwrecked. Genius.

Bud actually has to prepare papers
to rebut her too.

And depositions are scheduled.
There's more research.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Yeah.

Slug the next person
that tells me I'm glowing, will you?

- Yes, ma'am.
- And if you see Tiner, tell him...

Ma'am?
Somebody get me a chair.

- You got it.
- No, no, floor's better. It's okay.

I know CPR, ma'am.

Oh, I'm just...
I'm not drowning, gunny.

- Again?
- I delivered a baby in a patrol car, sir.

- I'll go get the scissors.
- No.

No, it doesn't feel like contractions,
admiral.

I'm okay. It's feeling better. It's okay.

- Can you walk?
- Yes, sir.

Yes. Okay.

- Gunny, go get her covers.
- Yes, sir.

Let's go.

There is the Sunzha River,
commander.

It used to float barges
to the oil fields.

When the oil fields were working.

You speak very good English,
sergeant.

- Thank you, sir.
- Where are the Chechen lines?

In the mountains.

But they have a bad habit
of not sticking to their lines, sir.

I heard they shot down an aircraft
near Bachi-Yurt

and attacked an armed train
near Gudermes.

Gudermes, commander?

Not possible.

The Chechens
put it on their website.

If you believe
everything Chechens say,

you cannot be a very good lawyer,
sir.

Sergeant,
can you take us to Kamyshev?

- The armoury, sir?
- Yeah, that must be well guarded.

Can you take us there?

It's restricted to those
with proper authorisation, captain.

General Krylov said
we could go anywhere we wanted.

That's not what he told me, sir.

Webb, I know it's against
the CIA blood oath,

but could you for once
just answer a question?

No.

Commander Carlton is dead.
The case is closed.

Then why are we here?

Why did he call you?

Webb, two Marine guards
were killed.

All right. There's not much to tell.

What, he called you four times and
all you talked about was the Redskins?

He offered to go double,

to provide misinformation
to the Russians.

But it was too late.
He'd already been arrested.

- But he kept calling?
- He was desperate.

He claimed to know something big.

I figured I'd wait till you convicted him.
I'd have more leverage.

But you don't know
what the big secret was?

Nope.

Who would?

Well, the Russians are the ones
he was in the secrets business with.

There was a man that he dealt with at
the Russian embassy, named Suknoff.

Andrei Suknoff,
a colonel in the SVR

or whatever the KGB
is calling itself this week.

Where was Suknoff
when the bomb went off?

Geneva. He left the States two hours
after Carlton was picked up

and hasn't been back.

He probably would have been
on his way home pretty soon anyway.

Why?

When he worked
at Moscow Central,

he had a falling-out with a superior
named Vladimir Putin.

The same Putin
who is now the Russian president?

It's gonna be hell
on Suknoff's career.

But he still has friends
in the military.

If he had Carlton killed,
it was probably on their say-so.

Why?

I don't think they'd tell you,

but the first one I'd ask
is a nasty piece of work

called
Colonel General Arkady Krylov.

I could use a little food.
How about you?

Would you direct us
to the officers' mess, sergeant?

Beyond the fuel tanks,

but I don't know if Commander Rabb
can stomach the food.

Do you hate all Americans
or just me, sergeant?

Do you think all Russians
are idiots, sir? Or just me?

Sergeant, explain yourself.

You are here
to inspect our military justice system?

Do you expect anybody
to believe that?

Why are we here, sergeant?

Because we are war criminals,
commander.

Massacring the angelic Chechens.
That's what the Europeans say.

And the Americans.

We are here

to investigate
corrupt Russian officers

who are selling weapons
to angelic Chechens,

not the soldiers
who are doing their duty.

Ten days ago, I was shot down
over the Urus-Martan.

I found a fragment of the missile.
It was an IGLA. Russian.

How do you think the Chechens
got this missile?

I don't know, sir.

- I know the rumours.
- Rumours?

About Colonel General Krylov?

The general and I
have not discussed them, sir.

Do you have proof?

No. Do you know
where we can get proof?

He is my commanding officer.

He can send me
into Chechen territory.

He can have me killed.

He already nearly got you killed
with that missile.

I don't know how many of
your comrades have been that lucky.

General Krylov controls the armoury
at Kamyshev.

People say sometimes
the supply convoys from Kamyshev

reach the troops with fewer weapons
than the manifest lists.

He sells weapons to the Chechens

and delivers half-empty crates
to his own troops.

I am to provide
aerial reconnaissance

for a convoy from Kamyshev
tomorrow.

It might be interesting
to see what's in those boxes.

Or what isn't.

I'm not looking for a starter Porsche.
What have you got in a 911 Turbo?

I'll get back to you.

- Admiral.
- I guess Navy doctors got a pay raise

Navy lawyers missed.

I'm a short-timer, sir,
44 days and a wake-up.

- I'm heading into private practise.
- She's got a problem.

Just a little pain.

- Sharp or dull?
- Sharp. It's right here.

- What happened to Dr. Kalstone?
- He was transferred to Japan.

- Any spotting?
- No.

Let's take a look on the ultrasound,
okay?

You'll check amniotic fluid levels,
look for placenta previa?

- You're not a doctor, are you, admiral?
- No, I just delivered her first baby.

Tied off the umbilical cord
with my husband's shoelace.

My nurse is on break.
If any patients come in...

- Oh, yeah, I got it. Yeah.
- Thank you.

Mr. And Mrs. Warwick to Admitting.

Mr. And Mrs. Warwick to Admitting,
2935.

That's the convoy from Kamyshev.

Set it down in front of them.

I've been ordered to Bamut.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

There's no placental abnormalities.

The fluid volume is normal.

Looks like a slight ligament strain
near the uterus.

- Have you been doing a lot of lifting?
- I have an 18-month-old son.

Oh, enough said.

I'll give you a painkiller
that won't hurt you or your baby.

- Look at that. The head jerked back.
- Why?

Hiccups. Don't worry, she's fine.

She?

You didn't know?

It's a girl?

Admiral, it's a girl!

It's a girl!

This manifest
says 15 IGLA missiles,

like the one
that shot down Sergeant Zhukov.

That's exactly what's in this truck.

Well, you said 20 cases of AK-47 s.
They're all here.

- What did you expect, sir?
- So we have proved exactly nothing.

Captain,
I would like to move again soon.

The bandits don't come
to this part of the country much,

but we should be at our destination
before nightfall.

Don't you usually travel
with an armed escort, lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Each escort takes us
to the edge of their sector.

Our armoured vehicles from
Stary Achkoi turned back an hour ago.

And your air recon
was just sent elsewhere.

The bandits don't come
in this part of the country much.

Unless somebody tells them

there is a lightly guarded
weapons convoy.

- Where is your next armed escort?
- They were diverted to Bamut.

There was terrorist activity there.

That's why the weapons
are still here.

This convoy's being set up
for an ambush.

- waltzing Matilda with me

Waltzing Matilda
Waltzing Matilda

You'll come a-waltzing Matilda
With me

And his ghost may...

Hi, love.

Mic. Well, what are you...?

You forgot.

Le Vend�me, 1930.

Stuff Le Vend�me.
Australian beach burgers,

topped with cheese,
bacon and fried eggs.

I guess crazy worries
about dropping dead of a heart attack

- haven't reached Down Under.
- In Oz, we enjoy life.

Don't we, Jingo?

Only enough for two.

Evening, colonel. Since you're
so interested in the Carlton murder,

I thought you might wanna hear
the forensics results.

Smells like a bistro
I knew in Belgrade.

One of Milo�evic's henchmen
was poisoned there.

- Mic, you know Clayton Webb.
- The spy. Good day, mate.

I haven't seen you since Australia,
commander,

when you and Rabb
broke Lieutenant Roberts' jaw.

I don't remember seeing you
in Australia.

- Oh, I didn't say you saw me.
- Webb, you said you had forensics?

Yes, colonel.

- This is need-to-know.
- Oh, I need to know.

- Why?
- Mic.

Jingo needs a walk.

I'll watch the burgers.

Come on, Jingo.

We'll tell our own secrets.

Analysis of the bomb residue
indicates Semtex.

Very popular
behind the old Iron Curtain.

And about as easy to buy
as Coca-Cola.

- How was it detonated?
- Remote control.

The killer was watching.

- He was there?
- You could've waved to him

if you hadn't been distracted by pieces
of a Ford flying over your head.

Did he leave anything we can trace?

This was under a bush,
50 yards from the car.

It's a fragment of a remote control
from a toy boat,

a speciality model
sold over the Internet.

Only 45 shipped
to the Washington area

in the past three months.

Forty-five?

When do you wanna start?

- Lieutenant, turn this convoy around.
- On whose authority, sir?

- There's too many of them.
- So we go down shooting.

They will sing songs
about the fighting barristers.

They're flanking us.

They're gonna try
and take us up close.

Or maybe we just give them
what they want, huh?

All right.

Colonel,
what if she wants to play dolls?

- I don't know how to play dolls.
- Bud, it's the 21 st century.

Maybe she'll wanna play football.

Well, that would be good.
What do you think, Mr. Webb?

After this one, we can have lunch.

Somebody here ordered
a hyper-turbo cabin cruiser

with remote control.

Hello, Sarah.

It's delightful to see you again.

Webb, you know Mark Falcon.

Also known as Major Sokol

of the Russian Federal
Security Service.

You're looking for a killer.
He was here, but he's gone.

How do we know we're not
looking at him?

I only arrived in Washington
last night.

My plane ticket and visa
are in this pocket.

And I must say, Sarah,
you're looking very beautiful.

How the hell
are we gonna get out of here?

Eventually,
somebody will come down this road.

The Russians or Chechens?

Would you rather try to walk back
to our lines?

Which way would that be?

That depends
on what the Chechens did last night.

They are highly motivated against us,
you know?

Stalin deported their entire nation
to Siberia.

Thousands died.

Maybe one of your sergeants
is sympathetic to their cause.

- Sergeant Zhukov?
- He said he was coming back.

What did he do, forget?

We checked him out.

He arrived in the country
after Carlton was killed.

And this Russian spy
is an old friend of yours?

Yeah, he kind of saved my life
and Harm's when we were in Russia.

- But he's really from Texas?
- He was raised there.

His parents were Russians
spying on NASA in Houston.

Oh, family business.
Very heartwarming.

And the assassin you traced
to the house, maybe a cousin?

Well, Mark doesn't know who he is.
He's trying to find out too.

Mark?

- That's his name, Mic.
- Yeah, one of them.

Look, Le Vend�me will only hold
the table till 8. Let's go.

Sarah.

- Mark?
- Yes.

- Mark Falcon, Mic Brumby.
- I'm interrupting?

No worries, mate.
Spies usually drop by about this time.

But we were just going out, so...

If you have a minute, Sarah.

I've come up with some information
on the assassin.

Doesn't anybody use e-mail
anymore?

I'm afraid it's rather sensitive.

Mic...

Jingo.

Sergeant.

Did you come back
to count the bodies?

- You're alive.
- Yeah, and no thanks to you.

I have been trying to find you.

I just found out the convoy
did not arrive.

Now who's treating who
like an idiot?

When we told you
we suspected General Krylov,

you picked this convoy.

You dropped us here
just before it was ambushed,

and you took off
on some imaginary radio call.

It was real.

I was ordered to Bamut, to provide
recon for an armoured company.

You're lying.

I would not lie to the son
of Lieutenant Harmon Rabb.

His name is Vasily Rokotov.
He killed Commander Carlton.

Something familiar about him.

He used to be in the Russian army.
Demolitions expert.

How do you know he's our guy?

There are factions
within the Russian intelligence.

Mine had surveillance

on Rokotov's contact
in the Russian embassy.

Who is, I gather,
in some other faction

which includes
General Arkady Krylov?

Apparently.

Why would they want Carlton killed?

Well, that's something
you could tell me, Sarah.

You have the material
Carlton gathered for them, don't you?

- No, don't you?
- Not all of it.

The operation was part rogue.
We do know that Rokotov was paid

- for some unspecified job.
- Killing Carlton.

And also for an earlier unspecified job
that was cancelled

and presumably rescheduled.

So this Rokotov is out there killing
somebody else? Where is he?

We don't know.

The job that was cancelled
was somewhere in the United States,

outside Washington.

Well, Carlton had a road map
of Michigan.

- What about Michigan?
- Anything else?

Well, there was a plan for a building.

- Some sort of factory...
- Roberts, not another word.

Tell us.

No. No, this is my business now.

Roberts, place him under arrest
for espionage.

He's not subject
to military jurisdiction.

Then we'll make a citizen's arrest
till the FBI gets here.

Sarah,

what happened
to our spirit of cooperation?

Mark, tell.

President Putin was scheduled
to visit the United States in June.

- His trip was cancelled.
- His itinerary was never announced.

He was supposed to tour a car factory
in Detroit.

Rouge.

This could be
the Ford River Rouge plant.

So Carlton was killed
because he guessed?

They were gonna kill
the president of Russia.

And they still are.

What do you know about my father?

Lieutenant Harmon Rabb, Sr.

Phantom pilot in Vietnam,
shot down in 1969.

Taken to Russia by KGB.

Escaped from Siberian gulag

and taken in by a farmwoman
in the village of Svishchevo.

Died defending her from an attack
by drunk Russian soldiers.

Where'd you get this information?

The farmwoman who took him in,
she is my mother.

So the same man who killed our spy

is now off
trying to kill the president of Russia?

That's the way it appears, sir.

And we know this
because someone in Maryland

ordered a toy boat over the Internet?

A piece of which ended up
in the bomb that killed our spy, sir.

And according to Mark Falcon,
the assassin is Vasily Rokotov.

Worked for a rogue faction
of the former KGB.

Mark Falcon works for some faction
or the other of the former KGB.

You were with us in Russia
when Falcon saved my life

and Commander Rabb's.

And he would have used you
for target practise

if you'd have been on the other side
of the fence from him on that mission.

The question is,
now what side is he on?

Just what I was thinking, admiral.

You know, Webb,
it really bothers me

that our brains may be working
in tandem.

So, what else are we thinking?

That Colonel MacKenzie
should go to Russia immediately.

Why? Falcon said
the Federal Security Service

was taking care of the situation.
It's their problem.

If the president of Russia
gets assassinated, it's our problem.

We don't want Russia reverting
to Communism

or going ultranationalist
or descending into anarchy.

What, and you think Falcon does?

We can't be sure which side he's on.
It's in our national interest to help him,

whether he wants us to or not.

Isn't that the CIA's job?

We can't work openly over there.
Mac can.

In Russia? As a United States Marine
JAG officer?

As a United States Marine JAG officer
who is pursuing the assassin

who killed the defendant
you were prosecuting for espionage.

And who murdered
two Marine guards.

I would love to nail him, sir.

Webb, you just want a stalking horse
to stir things up.

So?

- All right, Mac. Go get him.
- Yes, sir.

Webb?

You'd better keep an eye on her.

Your mother

and my f...?

My father?

He is my father too.