JAG (1995–2005): Season 10, Episode 1 - Hail & Farewell: Part 2 - full transcript
Simon, an MI-6 agent, tells Mac that Webb is still alive. Sturgis is the acting JAG of the Navy, and he keeps everyone busy. Harm reveals the result of Mac's laparoscopy, and Mac and Simon find a murder victim. Mac visits both Kershaw and Clay's mother, then Harm, Mac, and Simon go to Manderley, where Harm finds Webb. Clay's mother follows them and finds a mess, but she sorts things out. Kershaw also follows to Manderley, then he talks with Webb. Mac breaks off with Webb due to her unwillingness to continue to deal with lies and deceptions. Harm repeatedly offers to listen to Mac and talk with her whenever she becomes ready to talk.
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(dialing)
(phone ringing)
Don't think I'd call
the police quite yet.
Simon?
Sarah.
What the hell are
you doing here?
Saving your life.
MacKENZIE: Find what
you were looking for?
This is not my handiwork.
I'm trained to leave
no trace when I'm gone.
(door shuts)
We need to talk.
Yeah, I'd say so,
considering this is my house,
and I didn't invite you here.
You're lucky I didn't shoot you.
Well, you wouldn't be the
first woman who had, Sarah.
Then, who did this?
The chap I met downstairs
at your front door.
He was on the way out
as I was on the way in.
Oh, and he just happened
to mention in passing
that he had trashed
my apartment?
I'd seen him before.
Where?
Surveillance tapes
taken at the British
Embassy in Nairobi
just before he assassinated
the undersecretary.
The odd wanted poster.
He's a hired killer
born with the name
Peter Tyrook. Belgian.
I casually asked
him for the time,
and I got this for my trouble.
Apparently, Le Faucon did not
appreciate my query.
"Le Faucon"?
His nickname.
The Hawk.
We need to get you cleaned up.
Come on.
(sighing)
Take off your shirt.
You know, I can, uh,
patch you up temporarily,
but you might need stitches.
There's an excellent
emergency room
at George Washington
University Hospital.
Can't do it, Sarah.
Too many questions.
Besides, you've got
a lovely, soft touch.
Not once you get to know me.
(groans softly)
So, what did you want
to talk to me about?
Clayton Webb.
Word on the grapevine
is that he died at sea
while on mission to Indonesia.
Apparently, his death
was a freak accident...
An act of God.
Last few months, I've
been working in Jakarta.
Dealing with the Abu
Sayyef terror network?
Precisely.
Recently, two of Webb's
in-country Indonesian contacts
have been tortured and murdered.
Not an act of God,
but the apparent
handiwork of an assassin.
The Hawk?
I didn't know that
for sure until today.
But it doesn't surprise me.
Rumors are that Webb
was going to meet with him.
In Indonesia?
Yes.
The Hawk sells his
services to the highest bidder.
So, maybe Webb was
on the way to Jakarta
to do business with him.
If I were a...
betting man, I would say it
was an intended double-cross
and The Hawk was Webb's target.
What does this
have to do with me?
There's a pattern, Sarah.
The Hawk is after anyone
who was close to Webb,
such as yourself.
Why?
(sighing)
Best guess...
To find out what Webb's
mission was in Indonesia.
Whether he penetrated
the Abu Sayyef network.
What were their plans?
What was he up to the
night he went missing?
Anyone with that
information is in danger.
Well, I don't have the
answers to those questions.
Clay never told
me about his work.
Smart of him.
But The Hawk does not know that.
So, they want the secrets
that he took with
him to his grave.
Wrong.
They want Webb.
Webb is dead, Simon.
I think he's alive.
Based on what?
The... the cover story is thin,
and there's
something in the wind.
And by reputation,
Webb is a sly fox.
Every day, I'm
more certain of it.
Give me facts, Simon.
I don't have facts, Sarah.
Just... a gut instinct.
And what happened here tonight
confirms my suspicions.
If Webb is alive, why
hasn't he come to me?
I'm... sure there's a
good explanation for that.
Thank you for your
warning, Simon.
Where can I contact you?
Right here.
I can take care of myself.
I'll help you pick up, Sarah.
Come morning, I'll make
you a perfect spot of tea.
(sighing)
And besides...
two guns are always
better than one.
RABB: Krennick?
That's the scuttlebutt, sir.
She's been on the
fast track for years.
She's held all
the right billets...
CINC-PAC SJA,
Assistant JAG for Civil Affairs.
I take it you disapprove, sir?
I'm just not so sure
Krennick has the, uh,
correct temperament
to be Judge Advocate General.
Well, you know,
people mellow, sir.
And her appointment
could be very good
for your career, sir.
Captain Krennick
always favored you.
She is the only woman
(chuckling): who ever
chased me around a desk.
Uh, then-Commander Krennick
admired then-Lieutenant
Rabb's uh, skills, ma'am.
In the courtroom, one presumes?
ROBERTS: Commander
Turner expects to see all of us
in 15, sir. Ma'am.
I don't know what the
hell SECNAV was thinking
making him Acting JAG.
Oh, I like working with
Commander Turner, sir.
He's organized, he
has good follow-through.
I agree with Bud.
He's got us doing
scut work, Mac,
not riding the big cases.
Would you rather he
chased you around a desk?
(snide chuckle)
Well, you don't seem
to have lost any spirit...
I mean, uh, considering.
Considering what?
You know, your condition.
I'm dealing.
I just don't want anyone
else to know I am.
All right.
How you doing, anyway?
Swell.
No pain?
It's getting better.
That's good news.
Mmm, let's hope.
'Cause you know what?
I've been doing
a lot of research
on endometriosis.
It's just scar tissue.
It can be removed.
Most of it was.
'Cause there's a lot of
information out there, Mac.
I mean, there's, like,
tons of Web sites,
books, literature.
Harm, it's too much, too soon.
Just... let me come to you.
Oh. Okay.
Uh, when-when
do you think that, uh,
that might happen?
Um... when I'm ready.
You're all right, though?
Yeah.
COATES: You're briefing
the CNO on the FY,
'05 budget at 1600.
You'll need to allot 45 minutes
travel time to the Pentagon.
If you don't mind
my saying so, sir,
I think this job fits
you like a glove.
I'll take that as a compliment
coming from you, Petty Officer.
Sir, I'd imagine
that a lot of officers
would resent the-the
paperwork and the dull routine
and the mindless bureaucracy,
but it doesn't seem
to bother you at all.
(knock at door)
Enter.
You wanted to see us, sir?
Yes. Good morning.
Good morning, all.
Firstly, I'll need the '05
budget numbers by 1100.
Next, I've divided
the JAG Instructions
into four sections.
Each of us will
review one section
preparatory to a
meeting tomorrow
to discuss updates
and cancellations.
This is make-work, Sturgis.
What about the open cases?
We work on those as well.
Please allocate
your time wisely.
Thank you.
You got a minute, Commander?
Sure. Will you close the hatch
on your way out, please, Coates?
Aye, aye, sir.
I need to talk to
you about Webb.
Well, I'll be glad
to listen, Mac.
I, uh... I know you've
been through a lot.
I don't need a
friendly ear, Sturgis.
I need hard facts.
What really happened
aboard the USS Thomas Lyons
the night Webb
was reported dead?
I can't talk about the mission.
It's classified.
Top secret died with
him. You know better.
Did you see Webb's body?
No. But you know
it was recovered?
I didn't see that happen.
Webb was CIA, Mac.
They have their own
way of doing things.
So, what, they just
throw up a black star
on the wall and call it a day?
I know what kind of
pressure you're under.
What mission was he on?
Who were the men he was with?
What really happened
that night, Sturgis?
I can't help you, Colonel.
(door shuts)
(phone ringing)
Please leave a
message after the beep.
(beep)
Clay! Clay, it's me. Talk to me.
Please.
(caller disconnects)
This callback feature
cannot be used...
You shouldn't be here, Colonel.
In all our dealings,
Laurie June,
did you ever once
tell me the truth?
I told you what I
was told to tell you.
By Webb?
By anyone above my pay grade,
and that was just
about everybody.
Including now?
I'm no longer on the payroll.
But your bosses keep in touch.
Where is he, Laurie June?
I can't tell you.
So he is alive.
No, I didn't say that.
This is... this is why
I can't talk to you.
Laurie June, you
know Clay loved me.
Mr. Webb and I didn't
discuss matters of the heart.
But by the way he
acted when you called...
yeah, I knew.
Have you ever been in love?
Once.
It hurt when it
ended, didn't it?
It just about killed me.
You can't tell me you
wouldn't have done
everything in your
power to fix things.
Well, that's what I'm
trying to do right now.
Trust me, please.
The Company taught me
not to be real trusting, Colonel.
His life is in
danger, Laurie June.
Someone is trying to kill him.
I need to get word to him.
Will you at least
think about it?
ROBERTS: Okay,
next is JAG instruction
3950.1 Alpha.
"Award of plaques,
trophies and similar devices
in recognition of
accomplishments."
What the hell are
"similar devices?"
Uh, a gavel,
a law book, a painting
on an appropriate
naval or legal subject.
I'm telling you, we
ought to get a painting
for updating these instructions.
A big one, a Van Gogh,
maybe with, uh, sunflowers.
Nice.
MacKENZIE: Is it
tough to kick the habit?
(sighs)
The worst 30 days of my life.
And it's still hour to hour.
Does it ever get any better?
No.
Well, yes.
And then, one day, you just
get tired of talking about it.
(phone rings)
Excuse me. Mmm.
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.
Hi.
What?
Yeah, I'll be right there.
That was Laurie
June, Webb's assistant.
Webb is alive.
She knows where he is.
Where?
All she said was Mandalay.
You could hear
the fear in her voice.
(doorbell rings)
Laurie June?
KERSHAW: You were
right to call me, Colonel.
Just how exactly are your
people involved in this, Simon?
SIMON: Via Indonesia.
MI6 has several
ongoing operations there.
As do you, sir.
Well, our latest mission
there has been terminated
due to a lack of
qualified personnel.
More precisely put,
your operatives are dead.
Correct.
But I honestly never anticipated
anything like this
so close to home.
Laurie June called you?
Yes. Why?
I'd spoken with her
earlier in the day.
She was ready to
talk about Webb.
Laurie June was
let go weeks ago.
She knew nothing of value.
Assistants always know
more than you think, sir.
She told me Clay is alive.
She was mistaken.
As you know, we sent his mother
to Hawaii to identify the body.
Yes, but Mrs. Webb
is older, sir.
And who knows what
tricks grief might play,
or what tricks
were played, period.
You should accept some things
at face value, Colonel,
and just move on.
You're playing a dangerous game
where people die.
And the question remains...
Who did this, and why?
Peter Tyrook.
The Hawk?
Well, there's nothing
substantive she
could have told him.
Only that Webb is in
Mandalay. Mandalay?
That is what your Laurie
June told the colonel.
That's worthless information.
Colonel, would you
excuse us for a moment?
I have some further
business to discuss
with agent Tanveer.
(knocking)
Hey! Webb's alive.
Mac, look.
I realize that his
death came as a shock
and you've been
through an awful lot lately.
I'm not dreaming, Harm,
or fantasizing. Webb is alive.
You saw him?
No.
Well, then how do you
know he's alive, Mac?
I was in his apartment when
he called to check his messages.
You spoke to him?
No. His assistant,
Laurie June, confirmed it.
Did she happen to
mention where he is?
Mandalay.
Mandalay?
That's all she said?
She was tortured and killed
before she could
tell me any more.
Simon and I just found her body.
Simon?
Simon Tanveer?
Yes.
When did he come
into the picture?
Last night. Why didn't you
tell me about this sooner?
I knew how you'd react.
Well, how is that? The
way you're reacting now.
Well, that's because I
don't trust the guy, Mac.
You didn't like
him from the start.
He's a heroin
addict, and a liar,
a cheater and a thief.
And in bad need of a shave.
He's kicked the habit.
He's back in the
good graces of MI6.
And, for your information,
Simon cleans up real good.
What's the Company's
position on Webb?
Deputy Director Kershaw
insists Clay's dead.
But an assassin has been
killing people close to Webb.
Simon thinks he's
looking for Webb himself.
An assassin? His
name's Peter Tyrook.
He's a killer for hire
known as "The Hawk."
Simon had a tussle with him
outside my apartment.
When?
Just after Tyrook
trashed my apartment.
Wow, Mac, I'm having a hard
time keeping up with your life.
You don't believe me.
Well, it all sounds
a little crazy. I mean...
Look, if this killer
were any good,
you'd already be
dead, as would Tanveer.
I know. That's the
part I can't figure out.
Unless...
He doesn't want you dead.
If Clay is alive...
And I'm just saying if...
It's possible The Hawk
figures he'll come
to you eventually,
and he's using you as bait.
Simon?
Sorry.
Forgot my trousers.
Make yourself right at home.
You get any more from Kershaw?
I learned you Americans
don't lie very convincingly.
Mmm, and you Brits do?
Well, we've had so
many years of practice.
(sighs)
Actually, I think Mr. Kershaw
told us quite a lot
without meaning to.
He wasn't prepared
for Laurie June's death.
It shook him.
She wasn't part of the plan.
Exactly what plan
are we talking about?
Well, it might go
something like this, Sarah.
Webb suspects The
Hawk is on to him.
Gets a chance to fake
his own death and does so.
Why?
To lull The Hawk
into getting careless
and making a mistake.
Only it doesn't work,
and now the hunter
has become the hunted.
(doorbell rings)
Mrs. Webb.
Colonel MacKenzie.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
Nice to see you again.
What can I do for you?
When will Clay's
remains be interred?
His body has been cremated.
He wanted his ashes scattered
next to those of his father.
No service?
It will be a private affair,
family only.
What few of us there are.
Would you like to sit down?
You know, my son wanted
me to ask you to dinner.
That never happened
with any of his other girls.
Did you love him?
I did.
I still do.
But it's difficult.
We are very different people.
Yes, it's difficult being
married to a Company man.
You managed.
I was part of my husband's work.
That's how we met.
And we had a good marriage.
I miss him to this day.
Where is your son?
Gone.
Has he contacted you?
Colonel,
I don't believe in
séances or Ouija boards.
Will you take him
a message for me?
Clay is in danger, as is
everyone close to him.
There is a killer tracking him.
The Hawk.
Go on.
His assistant was tortured
and murdered yesterday.
Laurie June? Yes.
Right after she
told me Clay is alive.
Did she say where he was?
Mandalay.
Mandalay?
You might want to ask
the Company for protection
or just take a trip somewhere.
My son would never
put me in danger.
He may not know how
bad things are, Mrs. Webb.
If you know where he is,
you need to contact him.
Barring that,
protect yourself.
♪ ♪
Oh! Whoa!
Everything okay, Colonel?
Ducky.
Not like you to be late.
Since when did lawyers
start punching in?
How's the review coming?
(sighs)
Slowly. End of business day?
Possibly. Good.
I'll count on it.
Aren't you the
cockeyed optimist.
Harassing Turner again?
Yeah, I just can't seem
to leave him alone.
Any news on Webb?
No, not yet.
Simon's talking to
the boys at Langley.
What about his assistant
being murdered by The Hawk?
Open one door, and
another one closes.
Listen, Mac, have you, uh...
have you given much thought
to how you're going to react
if you do find our,
uh, mutual friend?
I don't know.
Weep tears of relief.
And then?
See how the moment plays out.
Kiss him.
Kick his ass for lying to me.
Maybe both.
And then?
(sighing)
I don't really want to
think about that part of it...
if that's okay.
Hey, uh, uh...
any chance of, uh,
maybe grabbing a bite?
You know, take
your mind off things.
I'm having lunch with Simon.
Alfresco.
Well, then, I won't
save this for dessert.
Be careful.
"Wanted for the
murder of MI6 Agent
"Wadsworth Cummings.
"For the assassination
"of the British
Undersecretary in Kenya.
"Suspected of 11
other murders for hire.
"Expert in the use of
the garrote and knife.
"An expert at torture.
"Likes to work close.
"Known associates: none.
"Aliases: Peter
Trunell, Ty Peters,
"Phil Roth, Abdul Abdula.
"Known as Le Faucon...
"The Hawk.
"Considered to be
extremely dangerous.
Do not attempt to apprehend
without sufficient force."
I told you he wasn't a
particularly nice man.
You're lucky to be alive.
I'm only alive because
he allowed me to live.
Killing me wasn't
part of his contract.
Honor among thieves?
(sighing)
A pro like that lives
by a code, Sarah.
He does what he's hired to
do... nothing more... or less.
If you're not on
his list, you're safe.
So, where are we?
Hmm.
Waiting for something to happen.
Bud, what do you
know about Mandalay?
I'm sorry, sir.
What number instruction is that?
No, the city in Asia.
Oh, uh, right.
Uh, uh, Burma, sir.
Well, it's, uh,
Myanmar now, actually,
but, uh, anyway...
Uh, there's the
hotel in Las Vegas.
The Mandalay Bay?
There was that
British band, Mandalay.
They had that hit
single, "Beautiful."
It's kind of old-school techno.
ROBERTS: Well, there's also
the Mandalay National Wildlife
Reserve in, uh, Louisiana.
COATES: "Last night, I dreamt
"I went to Manderley again.
"It seemed to me I
stood by the iron gate
"leading to the drive,
"and for a while,
I could not enter,
for the way was barred to me."
That was your dream?
Those are the first
lines of Rebecca, sir.
The Daphne du Maurier novel.
It was my favorite
book growing up.
Mmm. So, what was
Rebecca doing in Mandalay?
Actually, it's Manderley, sir.
It was a house.
A big estate way
out in the country,
a million miles from anywhere.
It had been in the
De Winter family
practically forever.
You could hide out
there and never be found.
TANVEER: Webb's lucky
to have someone like you.
You don't give up.
I just can't stand the thought
of losing someone again.
You know, it's odd.
You think a beautiful woman
is going to have a great life,
but it's often not the case.
You'd think beauty would give
you a head start on happiness.
You'd think.
Uh, beauty is subjective and,
uh, mostly beside the point.
At the risk of overstepping,
uh, it's not skin-deep with you.
The beauty, I mean.
Down. (gunshot)
Simon, stay down!
Oh, he's long gone.
(sighing)
Odd. For one reason or another,
The Hawk missed his shot.
If that's the case,
you and I aren't the
only ones shaken up.
A man like that's not
accustomed to failure.
So, what does he do?
He goes back to the
last place he felt safe.
Regroups.
He calls it off.
Calls for help.
(sighing)
Makes him unpredictable.
(knock at door)
Oh, please don't tell us
those are for us, Coates.
Sorry, sirs.
Afraid they are.
This is the supplemental
budget report.
Commander Turner asked
that you look at it right away
and formulate a response,
bearing in mind that...
And I quote... "We want
the most bang for the buck."
He said that?
Verbatim.
(Roberts pretending to sob)
COATES: By the way,
sirs, you didn't hear this
from me, but Commander
Turner just got word from SECNAV.
Captain Krennick has
been flagged by PERS-eight
and will not be on anyone's
short list for selection.
ROBERTS: Thanks, Coates.
COATES: This is that
information you asked for, sir.
Oh, thank you. You're welcome.
(knock at door)
Hey. Why aren't
you at the office?
Why aren't you there?
You called Turner and
asked for the afternoon off.
I thought there was a problem.
Yeah, there was.
So, who's handling the workload?
Well, there's not really
anything that pressing.
Bud said he'd pick
up any of the slack.
Well, well, well.
Yeah, I heard you were in town.
So I am.
(sighing)
You want to tell me what
happened this afternoon?
The Colonel and I went to the...
the park for some lunch.
Saw the glint of
sunlight off a rifle scope.
We hit the ground;
the shot went wide.
Mac, you remember, uh,
Clay talking about a house
where he used to spend his
summers on the Eastern Shore?
Yeah, he went there as a kid.
It was the only
place he felt safe.
Well, I had Coates
do a little digging
into real estate in the area.
She found an estate registered
to an Elliott
Forbes Porter Trust.
Clay's grandfather?
It's actually his
great-grandfather
on his mother's side.
House has been in the
family for generations.
Where?
About an hour's drive from here.
And you think Webb's there?
The house's name...
is called Manderley.
I say we split up.
Sarah and I will take the house.
Commander,
you take the grounds
and outbuildings.
That's the smartest
thing I've heard you say
in a while.
You all right with
that, Colonel?
Fine.
All right, then, let's do it.
(hinges creaking)
RABB: Clay?
Webb?
(distant clatter)
I'll take upstairs.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(footstep)
(gun cocks)
Recognize this?
Someone's been
sleeping upstairs.
It's Clay's.
And the pot on the stove
is still hot.
He'll be back.
How do you know?
Because...
you're the honey in the trap.
Please, put your
weapon on the counter.
I don't want to kill you, Sarah,
but I will and not
think twice about it.
Nice and slow does it.
So, what now?
Well, we wait and
see who shows up first,
the commander or Clayton.
MacKENZIE: What happened to you?
Well, when I got
back from London,
after I got out of rehab,
they put me on a desk, Sarah.
No place for an
adrenaline junkie.
You still need a high,
don't you, Simon?
I'm a man accustomed
to freelancing.
I needed to be
able to move around
without having a lot of
questions being asked,
and I needed an
infusion of cash.
So, you turned to your
friends in where, Jakarta?
Karachi.
Throw a rock in Pakistan,
and you will hit a
member of Al-Qaeda.
They have a lot
of money to spend
on skilled professionals
with Western identities.
Who are you, really?
I've been several people
in several countries.
You're The Hawk.
The Hawk doesn't exist.
He's a fiction I created.
The intelligence
community bought into it.
He gets blamed for my sins.
But the photo?
On the Interpol wanted poster?
Let's move.
Come on.
Some poor soul they caught
on a surveillance camera.
He was a janitor
in my old building.
Worked out well for me.
He's buried in the woods
outside Nottingham.
That night in my apartment?
I was the one who tossed it.
The knife wound?
Self-inflicted.
Where does MI6 think you are?
Uh, rafting down the Colorado.
Was it really necessary to
torture Webb's assistant?
Saves time. It didn't take long
for Laurie June
to tell me the truth,
what little she knew.
Webb had contacted her.
He told her he was at Manderley,
but failed to tell her
it was the name of
his ancestral home.
Laurie June was
alive when she called.
She was dead when we got there.
You were with me the whole time.
I had her record a
short message for you.
Her last words, really.
But who placed the call?
Tricks of the trade, darling.
And you needed to know
if I knew what
"Manderley" meant.
Yeah.
I do this for a
living, sweetheart.
I need your help.
If you scream loud enough,
your lover will
come to rescue you.
I thought I had nothing
to fear from you, Simon.
(chuckles)
Not a word.
One down.
Now, where's your friend?
Right here.
Kill me, you kill her.
Put your weapon down, she lives.
He's the only one I want.
And after that?
You're not on my
employer's wish list.
Nor is she.
Next time, you be the decoy.
Both of you, stay
down. Shoot him, Harm.
WEBB: No, Harm.
It's me he wants, not Sarah.
Put your weapon down.
Put it over there.
Slowly.
Move.
Go on.
It's too bad we
didn't hook up, Webb.
If you needed an assassin,
you could have had me cheap.
I could've told him that.
54 cents.
The cost of a bullet.
Ah.
Next one takes out her brain.
Let me tell you how
this is going to work.
I am going to ask you
a series of questions.
If I don't like the answers,
I am going to shoot
one of your friends.
Keep them out of it.
I went through a lot of
trouble to get them here.
First, how far did you penetrate
the Abu Sayyef network?
Secondly,
how close to the
top did you get?
Who did you identify?
(sighs)
I like Sarah.
Almost as much as you do.
Don't make me kill her.
(gunshot)
Bitch.
Two would've done it, Mother.
I wanted to be sure, Clayton.
Come outside with me.
Well, it's a good thing you
showed up when you did.
Commander...
would you care to
join me in the kitchen?
I really can't stand
the sight of blood.
Feel better?
Yeah, I wish it
were that simple.
When does the killing stop?
It's what we do, Sarah.
People like Tanveer and me.
I need to know the truth.
How long did you know
that Tanveer was The Hawk?
Only after Laurie June's murder.
Yet you let him
stay close to me?
That is a little cold.
The safest place for you to be
was with Tanveer.
He was not going to
harm you until he found me.
He needed you alive.
Were you the one that
took a shot at me in the park?
At Tanveer.
How could you do
that, with me so close?
I didn't see you.
I saw the job.
And that's cold, too.
But it's what I become
when the stakes are this high.
And then?
After I damn near
killed the woman I love,
I needed to regroup.
Was anything you
ever said to me true?
The part about loving you.
Have you ever had a
long-term relationship?
Answer me honestly.
Other than with my work?
No. Do you wonder why?
No.
What made me different?
You're tough, Sarah.
You don't need a lot.
For such a smart man,
you're really stupid.
I misjudged you.
Don't give up on me yet, Sarah.
We can have some kind of a
future together. Really? How?
Stop expecting that I can tell
you the truth about what I do.
I can't. I don't want to
have "some kind of future"
based on lies and deception.
A desperate housewife
waiting for you to come home
every night for dinner,
wondering when you're
late if your luck finally ran out.
If I'm going to get
news of your death.
If I should believe
it when it comes.
I want more than that.
You risked your life
for me, Sarah. Twice.
Yeah, well, there
won't be a third time.
You can just walk away?
You did.
I gather The Hawk is dead.
Thanks to my mother.
Whatever it takes.
You have us worried, Clay.
I let it get personal, Kershaw.
I let my feelings
get in the way.
I damn near got
Colonel MacKenzie killed.
That's why I came
back here, back home.
All I could think of to do
was make myself a cup of tea.
It's a wise man who
knows when he's finished.
I just wish you'd
called me sooner.
It's time to come in
from the cold.
Tell me something, Kershaw.
How can I be who I am, and
be with her at the same time?
If you find out, let me know.
MacKENZIE: It's over with Clay.
RABB: Is that what you want?
I don't have a clue
what I want.
I just know what I don't want.
I'm tired of dissecting
relationships.
The minute you start
dissecting something,
the damn thing is dead.
So don't talk to
Clay; talk to me.
I appreciate the offer.
But...?
(sighs)
There's so much more to
talk about than just Webb.
Well, Mac...
when you're ready,
let me know, huh?
(sighs)
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
Don't think I'd call
the police quite yet.
Simon?
Sarah.
What the hell are
you doing here?
Saving your life.
MacKENZIE: Find what
you were looking for?
This is not my handiwork.
I'm trained to leave
no trace when I'm gone.
(door shuts)
We need to talk.
Yeah, I'd say so,
considering this is my house,
and I didn't invite you here.
You're lucky I didn't shoot you.
Well, you wouldn't be the
first woman who had, Sarah.
Then, who did this?
The chap I met downstairs
at your front door.
He was on the way out
as I was on the way in.
Oh, and he just happened
to mention in passing
that he had trashed
my apartment?
I'd seen him before.
Where?
Surveillance tapes
taken at the British
Embassy in Nairobi
just before he assassinated
the undersecretary.
The odd wanted poster.
He's a hired killer
born with the name
Peter Tyrook. Belgian.
I casually asked
him for the time,
and I got this for my trouble.
Apparently, Le Faucon did not
appreciate my query.
"Le Faucon"?
His nickname.
The Hawk.
We need to get you cleaned up.
Come on.
(sighing)
Take off your shirt.
You know, I can, uh,
patch you up temporarily,
but you might need stitches.
There's an excellent
emergency room
at George Washington
University Hospital.
Can't do it, Sarah.
Too many questions.
Besides, you've got
a lovely, soft touch.
Not once you get to know me.
(groans softly)
So, what did you want
to talk to me about?
Clayton Webb.
Word on the grapevine
is that he died at sea
while on mission to Indonesia.
Apparently, his death
was a freak accident...
An act of God.
Last few months, I've
been working in Jakarta.
Dealing with the Abu
Sayyef terror network?
Precisely.
Recently, two of Webb's
in-country Indonesian contacts
have been tortured and murdered.
Not an act of God,
but the apparent
handiwork of an assassin.
The Hawk?
I didn't know that
for sure until today.
But it doesn't surprise me.
Rumors are that Webb
was going to meet with him.
In Indonesia?
Yes.
The Hawk sells his
services to the highest bidder.
So, maybe Webb was
on the way to Jakarta
to do business with him.
If I were a...
betting man, I would say it
was an intended double-cross
and The Hawk was Webb's target.
What does this
have to do with me?
There's a pattern, Sarah.
The Hawk is after anyone
who was close to Webb,
such as yourself.
Why?
(sighing)
Best guess...
To find out what Webb's
mission was in Indonesia.
Whether he penetrated
the Abu Sayyef network.
What were their plans?
What was he up to the
night he went missing?
Anyone with that
information is in danger.
Well, I don't have the
answers to those questions.
Clay never told
me about his work.
Smart of him.
But The Hawk does not know that.
So, they want the secrets
that he took with
him to his grave.
Wrong.
They want Webb.
Webb is dead, Simon.
I think he's alive.
Based on what?
The... the cover story is thin,
and there's
something in the wind.
And by reputation,
Webb is a sly fox.
Every day, I'm
more certain of it.
Give me facts, Simon.
I don't have facts, Sarah.
Just... a gut instinct.
And what happened here tonight
confirms my suspicions.
If Webb is alive, why
hasn't he come to me?
I'm... sure there's a
good explanation for that.
Thank you for your
warning, Simon.
Where can I contact you?
Right here.
I can take care of myself.
I'll help you pick up, Sarah.
Come morning, I'll make
you a perfect spot of tea.
(sighing)
And besides...
two guns are always
better than one.
RABB: Krennick?
That's the scuttlebutt, sir.
She's been on the
fast track for years.
She's held all
the right billets...
CINC-PAC SJA,
Assistant JAG for Civil Affairs.
I take it you disapprove, sir?
I'm just not so sure
Krennick has the, uh,
correct temperament
to be Judge Advocate General.
Well, you know,
people mellow, sir.
And her appointment
could be very good
for your career, sir.
Captain Krennick
always favored you.
She is the only woman
(chuckling): who ever
chased me around a desk.
Uh, then-Commander Krennick
admired then-Lieutenant
Rabb's uh, skills, ma'am.
In the courtroom, one presumes?
ROBERTS: Commander
Turner expects to see all of us
in 15, sir. Ma'am.
I don't know what the
hell SECNAV was thinking
making him Acting JAG.
Oh, I like working with
Commander Turner, sir.
He's organized, he
has good follow-through.
I agree with Bud.
He's got us doing
scut work, Mac,
not riding the big cases.
Would you rather he
chased you around a desk?
(snide chuckle)
Well, you don't seem
to have lost any spirit...
I mean, uh, considering.
Considering what?
You know, your condition.
I'm dealing.
I just don't want anyone
else to know I am.
All right.
How you doing, anyway?
Swell.
No pain?
It's getting better.
That's good news.
Mmm, let's hope.
'Cause you know what?
I've been doing
a lot of research
on endometriosis.
It's just scar tissue.
It can be removed.
Most of it was.
'Cause there's a lot of
information out there, Mac.
I mean, there's, like,
tons of Web sites,
books, literature.
Harm, it's too much, too soon.
Just... let me come to you.
Oh. Okay.
Uh, when-when
do you think that, uh,
that might happen?
Um... when I'm ready.
You're all right, though?
Yeah.
COATES: You're briefing
the CNO on the FY,
'05 budget at 1600.
You'll need to allot 45 minutes
travel time to the Pentagon.
If you don't mind
my saying so, sir,
I think this job fits
you like a glove.
I'll take that as a compliment
coming from you, Petty Officer.
Sir, I'd imagine
that a lot of officers
would resent the-the
paperwork and the dull routine
and the mindless bureaucracy,
but it doesn't seem
to bother you at all.
(knock at door)
Enter.
You wanted to see us, sir?
Yes. Good morning.
Good morning, all.
Firstly, I'll need the '05
budget numbers by 1100.
Next, I've divided
the JAG Instructions
into four sections.
Each of us will
review one section
preparatory to a
meeting tomorrow
to discuss updates
and cancellations.
This is make-work, Sturgis.
What about the open cases?
We work on those as well.
Please allocate
your time wisely.
Thank you.
You got a minute, Commander?
Sure. Will you close the hatch
on your way out, please, Coates?
Aye, aye, sir.
I need to talk to
you about Webb.
Well, I'll be glad
to listen, Mac.
I, uh... I know you've
been through a lot.
I don't need a
friendly ear, Sturgis.
I need hard facts.
What really happened
aboard the USS Thomas Lyons
the night Webb
was reported dead?
I can't talk about the mission.
It's classified.
Top secret died with
him. You know better.
Did you see Webb's body?
No. But you know
it was recovered?
I didn't see that happen.
Webb was CIA, Mac.
They have their own
way of doing things.
So, what, they just
throw up a black star
on the wall and call it a day?
I know what kind of
pressure you're under.
What mission was he on?
Who were the men he was with?
What really happened
that night, Sturgis?
I can't help you, Colonel.
(door shuts)
(phone ringing)
Please leave a
message after the beep.
(beep)
Clay! Clay, it's me. Talk to me.
Please.
(caller disconnects)
This callback feature
cannot be used...
You shouldn't be here, Colonel.
In all our dealings,
Laurie June,
did you ever once
tell me the truth?
I told you what I
was told to tell you.
By Webb?
By anyone above my pay grade,
and that was just
about everybody.
Including now?
I'm no longer on the payroll.
But your bosses keep in touch.
Where is he, Laurie June?
I can't tell you.
So he is alive.
No, I didn't say that.
This is... this is why
I can't talk to you.
Laurie June, you
know Clay loved me.
Mr. Webb and I didn't
discuss matters of the heart.
But by the way he
acted when you called...
yeah, I knew.
Have you ever been in love?
Once.
It hurt when it
ended, didn't it?
It just about killed me.
You can't tell me you
wouldn't have done
everything in your
power to fix things.
Well, that's what I'm
trying to do right now.
Trust me, please.
The Company taught me
not to be real trusting, Colonel.
His life is in
danger, Laurie June.
Someone is trying to kill him.
I need to get word to him.
Will you at least
think about it?
ROBERTS: Okay,
next is JAG instruction
3950.1 Alpha.
"Award of plaques,
trophies and similar devices
in recognition of
accomplishments."
What the hell are
"similar devices?"
Uh, a gavel,
a law book, a painting
on an appropriate
naval or legal subject.
I'm telling you, we
ought to get a painting
for updating these instructions.
A big one, a Van Gogh,
maybe with, uh, sunflowers.
Nice.
MacKENZIE: Is it
tough to kick the habit?
(sighs)
The worst 30 days of my life.
And it's still hour to hour.
Does it ever get any better?
No.
Well, yes.
And then, one day, you just
get tired of talking about it.
(phone rings)
Excuse me. Mmm.
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.
Hi.
What?
Yeah, I'll be right there.
That was Laurie
June, Webb's assistant.
Webb is alive.
She knows where he is.
Where?
All she said was Mandalay.
You could hear
the fear in her voice.
(doorbell rings)
Laurie June?
KERSHAW: You were
right to call me, Colonel.
Just how exactly are your
people involved in this, Simon?
SIMON: Via Indonesia.
MI6 has several
ongoing operations there.
As do you, sir.
Well, our latest mission
there has been terminated
due to a lack of
qualified personnel.
More precisely put,
your operatives are dead.
Correct.
But I honestly never anticipated
anything like this
so close to home.
Laurie June called you?
Yes. Why?
I'd spoken with her
earlier in the day.
She was ready to
talk about Webb.
Laurie June was
let go weeks ago.
She knew nothing of value.
Assistants always know
more than you think, sir.
She told me Clay is alive.
She was mistaken.
As you know, we sent his mother
to Hawaii to identify the body.
Yes, but Mrs. Webb
is older, sir.
And who knows what
tricks grief might play,
or what tricks
were played, period.
You should accept some things
at face value, Colonel,
and just move on.
You're playing a dangerous game
where people die.
And the question remains...
Who did this, and why?
Peter Tyrook.
The Hawk?
Well, there's nothing
substantive she
could have told him.
Only that Webb is in
Mandalay. Mandalay?
That is what your Laurie
June told the colonel.
That's worthless information.
Colonel, would you
excuse us for a moment?
I have some further
business to discuss
with agent Tanveer.
(knocking)
Hey! Webb's alive.
Mac, look.
I realize that his
death came as a shock
and you've been
through an awful lot lately.
I'm not dreaming, Harm,
or fantasizing. Webb is alive.
You saw him?
No.
Well, then how do you
know he's alive, Mac?
I was in his apartment when
he called to check his messages.
You spoke to him?
No. His assistant,
Laurie June, confirmed it.
Did she happen to
mention where he is?
Mandalay.
Mandalay?
That's all she said?
She was tortured and killed
before she could
tell me any more.
Simon and I just found her body.
Simon?
Simon Tanveer?
Yes.
When did he come
into the picture?
Last night. Why didn't you
tell me about this sooner?
I knew how you'd react.
Well, how is that? The
way you're reacting now.
Well, that's because I
don't trust the guy, Mac.
You didn't like
him from the start.
He's a heroin
addict, and a liar,
a cheater and a thief.
And in bad need of a shave.
He's kicked the habit.
He's back in the
good graces of MI6.
And, for your information,
Simon cleans up real good.
What's the Company's
position on Webb?
Deputy Director Kershaw
insists Clay's dead.
But an assassin has been
killing people close to Webb.
Simon thinks he's
looking for Webb himself.
An assassin? His
name's Peter Tyrook.
He's a killer for hire
known as "The Hawk."
Simon had a tussle with him
outside my apartment.
When?
Just after Tyrook
trashed my apartment.
Wow, Mac, I'm having a hard
time keeping up with your life.
You don't believe me.
Well, it all sounds
a little crazy. I mean...
Look, if this killer
were any good,
you'd already be
dead, as would Tanveer.
I know. That's the
part I can't figure out.
Unless...
He doesn't want you dead.
If Clay is alive...
And I'm just saying if...
It's possible The Hawk
figures he'll come
to you eventually,
and he's using you as bait.
Simon?
Sorry.
Forgot my trousers.
Make yourself right at home.
You get any more from Kershaw?
I learned you Americans
don't lie very convincingly.
Mmm, and you Brits do?
Well, we've had so
many years of practice.
(sighs)
Actually, I think Mr. Kershaw
told us quite a lot
without meaning to.
He wasn't prepared
for Laurie June's death.
It shook him.
She wasn't part of the plan.
Exactly what plan
are we talking about?
Well, it might go
something like this, Sarah.
Webb suspects The
Hawk is on to him.
Gets a chance to fake
his own death and does so.
Why?
To lull The Hawk
into getting careless
and making a mistake.
Only it doesn't work,
and now the hunter
has become the hunted.
(doorbell rings)
Mrs. Webb.
Colonel MacKenzie.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
Nice to see you again.
What can I do for you?
When will Clay's
remains be interred?
His body has been cremated.
He wanted his ashes scattered
next to those of his father.
No service?
It will be a private affair,
family only.
What few of us there are.
Would you like to sit down?
You know, my son wanted
me to ask you to dinner.
That never happened
with any of his other girls.
Did you love him?
I did.
I still do.
But it's difficult.
We are very different people.
Yes, it's difficult being
married to a Company man.
You managed.
I was part of my husband's work.
That's how we met.
And we had a good marriage.
I miss him to this day.
Where is your son?
Gone.
Has he contacted you?
Colonel,
I don't believe in
séances or Ouija boards.
Will you take him
a message for me?
Clay is in danger, as is
everyone close to him.
There is a killer tracking him.
The Hawk.
Go on.
His assistant was tortured
and murdered yesterday.
Laurie June? Yes.
Right after she
told me Clay is alive.
Did she say where he was?
Mandalay.
Mandalay?
You might want to ask
the Company for protection
or just take a trip somewhere.
My son would never
put me in danger.
He may not know how
bad things are, Mrs. Webb.
If you know where he is,
you need to contact him.
Barring that,
protect yourself.
♪ ♪
Oh! Whoa!
Everything okay, Colonel?
Ducky.
Not like you to be late.
Since when did lawyers
start punching in?
How's the review coming?
(sighs)
Slowly. End of business day?
Possibly. Good.
I'll count on it.
Aren't you the
cockeyed optimist.
Harassing Turner again?
Yeah, I just can't seem
to leave him alone.
Any news on Webb?
No, not yet.
Simon's talking to
the boys at Langley.
What about his assistant
being murdered by The Hawk?
Open one door, and
another one closes.
Listen, Mac, have you, uh...
have you given much thought
to how you're going to react
if you do find our,
uh, mutual friend?
I don't know.
Weep tears of relief.
And then?
See how the moment plays out.
Kiss him.
Kick his ass for lying to me.
Maybe both.
And then?
(sighing)
I don't really want to
think about that part of it...
if that's okay.
Hey, uh, uh...
any chance of, uh,
maybe grabbing a bite?
You know, take
your mind off things.
I'm having lunch with Simon.
Alfresco.
Well, then, I won't
save this for dessert.
Be careful.
"Wanted for the
murder of MI6 Agent
"Wadsworth Cummings.
"For the assassination
"of the British
Undersecretary in Kenya.
"Suspected of 11
other murders for hire.
"Expert in the use of
the garrote and knife.
"An expert at torture.
"Likes to work close.
"Known associates: none.
"Aliases: Peter
Trunell, Ty Peters,
"Phil Roth, Abdul Abdula.
"Known as Le Faucon...
"The Hawk.
"Considered to be
extremely dangerous.
Do not attempt to apprehend
without sufficient force."
I told you he wasn't a
particularly nice man.
You're lucky to be alive.
I'm only alive because
he allowed me to live.
Killing me wasn't
part of his contract.
Honor among thieves?
(sighing)
A pro like that lives
by a code, Sarah.
He does what he's hired to
do... nothing more... or less.
If you're not on
his list, you're safe.
So, where are we?
Hmm.
Waiting for something to happen.
Bud, what do you
know about Mandalay?
I'm sorry, sir.
What number instruction is that?
No, the city in Asia.
Oh, uh, right.
Uh, uh, Burma, sir.
Well, it's, uh,
Myanmar now, actually,
but, uh, anyway...
Uh, there's the
hotel in Las Vegas.
The Mandalay Bay?
There was that
British band, Mandalay.
They had that hit
single, "Beautiful."
It's kind of old-school techno.
ROBERTS: Well, there's also
the Mandalay National Wildlife
Reserve in, uh, Louisiana.
COATES: "Last night, I dreamt
"I went to Manderley again.
"It seemed to me I
stood by the iron gate
"leading to the drive,
"and for a while,
I could not enter,
for the way was barred to me."
That was your dream?
Those are the first
lines of Rebecca, sir.
The Daphne du Maurier novel.
It was my favorite
book growing up.
Mmm. So, what was
Rebecca doing in Mandalay?
Actually, it's Manderley, sir.
It was a house.
A big estate way
out in the country,
a million miles from anywhere.
It had been in the
De Winter family
practically forever.
You could hide out
there and never be found.
TANVEER: Webb's lucky
to have someone like you.
You don't give up.
I just can't stand the thought
of losing someone again.
You know, it's odd.
You think a beautiful woman
is going to have a great life,
but it's often not the case.
You'd think beauty would give
you a head start on happiness.
You'd think.
Uh, beauty is subjective and,
uh, mostly beside the point.
At the risk of overstepping,
uh, it's not skin-deep with you.
The beauty, I mean.
Down. (gunshot)
Simon, stay down!
Oh, he's long gone.
(sighing)
Odd. For one reason or another,
The Hawk missed his shot.
If that's the case,
you and I aren't the
only ones shaken up.
A man like that's not
accustomed to failure.
So, what does he do?
He goes back to the
last place he felt safe.
Regroups.
He calls it off.
Calls for help.
(sighing)
Makes him unpredictable.
(knock at door)
Oh, please don't tell us
those are for us, Coates.
Sorry, sirs.
Afraid they are.
This is the supplemental
budget report.
Commander Turner asked
that you look at it right away
and formulate a response,
bearing in mind that...
And I quote... "We want
the most bang for the buck."
He said that?
Verbatim.
(Roberts pretending to sob)
COATES: By the way,
sirs, you didn't hear this
from me, but Commander
Turner just got word from SECNAV.
Captain Krennick has
been flagged by PERS-eight
and will not be on anyone's
short list for selection.
ROBERTS: Thanks, Coates.
COATES: This is that
information you asked for, sir.
Oh, thank you. You're welcome.
(knock at door)
Hey. Why aren't
you at the office?
Why aren't you there?
You called Turner and
asked for the afternoon off.
I thought there was a problem.
Yeah, there was.
So, who's handling the workload?
Well, there's not really
anything that pressing.
Bud said he'd pick
up any of the slack.
Well, well, well.
Yeah, I heard you were in town.
So I am.
(sighing)
You want to tell me what
happened this afternoon?
The Colonel and I went to the...
the park for some lunch.
Saw the glint of
sunlight off a rifle scope.
We hit the ground;
the shot went wide.
Mac, you remember, uh,
Clay talking about a house
where he used to spend his
summers on the Eastern Shore?
Yeah, he went there as a kid.
It was the only
place he felt safe.
Well, I had Coates
do a little digging
into real estate in the area.
She found an estate registered
to an Elliott
Forbes Porter Trust.
Clay's grandfather?
It's actually his
great-grandfather
on his mother's side.
House has been in the
family for generations.
Where?
About an hour's drive from here.
And you think Webb's there?
The house's name...
is called Manderley.
I say we split up.
Sarah and I will take the house.
Commander,
you take the grounds
and outbuildings.
That's the smartest
thing I've heard you say
in a while.
You all right with
that, Colonel?
Fine.
All right, then, let's do it.
(hinges creaking)
RABB: Clay?
Webb?
(distant clatter)
I'll take upstairs.
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(footstep)
(gun cocks)
Recognize this?
Someone's been
sleeping upstairs.
It's Clay's.
And the pot on the stove
is still hot.
He'll be back.
How do you know?
Because...
you're the honey in the trap.
Please, put your
weapon on the counter.
I don't want to kill you, Sarah,
but I will and not
think twice about it.
Nice and slow does it.
So, what now?
Well, we wait and
see who shows up first,
the commander or Clayton.
MacKENZIE: What happened to you?
Well, when I got
back from London,
after I got out of rehab,
they put me on a desk, Sarah.
No place for an
adrenaline junkie.
You still need a high,
don't you, Simon?
I'm a man accustomed
to freelancing.
I needed to be
able to move around
without having a lot of
questions being asked,
and I needed an
infusion of cash.
So, you turned to your
friends in where, Jakarta?
Karachi.
Throw a rock in Pakistan,
and you will hit a
member of Al-Qaeda.
They have a lot
of money to spend
on skilled professionals
with Western identities.
Who are you, really?
I've been several people
in several countries.
You're The Hawk.
The Hawk doesn't exist.
He's a fiction I created.
The intelligence
community bought into it.
He gets blamed for my sins.
But the photo?
On the Interpol wanted poster?
Let's move.
Come on.
Some poor soul they caught
on a surveillance camera.
He was a janitor
in my old building.
Worked out well for me.
He's buried in the woods
outside Nottingham.
That night in my apartment?
I was the one who tossed it.
The knife wound?
Self-inflicted.
Where does MI6 think you are?
Uh, rafting down the Colorado.
Was it really necessary to
torture Webb's assistant?
Saves time. It didn't take long
for Laurie June
to tell me the truth,
what little she knew.
Webb had contacted her.
He told her he was at Manderley,
but failed to tell her
it was the name of
his ancestral home.
Laurie June was
alive when she called.
She was dead when we got there.
You were with me the whole time.
I had her record a
short message for you.
Her last words, really.
But who placed the call?
Tricks of the trade, darling.
And you needed to know
if I knew what
"Manderley" meant.
Yeah.
I do this for a
living, sweetheart.
I need your help.
If you scream loud enough,
your lover will
come to rescue you.
I thought I had nothing
to fear from you, Simon.
(chuckles)
Not a word.
One down.
Now, where's your friend?
Right here.
Kill me, you kill her.
Put your weapon down, she lives.
He's the only one I want.
And after that?
You're not on my
employer's wish list.
Nor is she.
Next time, you be the decoy.
Both of you, stay
down. Shoot him, Harm.
WEBB: No, Harm.
It's me he wants, not Sarah.
Put your weapon down.
Put it over there.
Slowly.
Move.
Go on.
It's too bad we
didn't hook up, Webb.
If you needed an assassin,
you could have had me cheap.
I could've told him that.
54 cents.
The cost of a bullet.
Ah.
Next one takes out her brain.
Let me tell you how
this is going to work.
I am going to ask you
a series of questions.
If I don't like the answers,
I am going to shoot
one of your friends.
Keep them out of it.
I went through a lot of
trouble to get them here.
First, how far did you penetrate
the Abu Sayyef network?
Secondly,
how close to the
top did you get?
Who did you identify?
(sighs)
I like Sarah.
Almost as much as you do.
Don't make me kill her.
(gunshot)
Bitch.
Two would've done it, Mother.
I wanted to be sure, Clayton.
Come outside with me.
Well, it's a good thing you
showed up when you did.
Commander...
would you care to
join me in the kitchen?
I really can't stand
the sight of blood.
Feel better?
Yeah, I wish it
were that simple.
When does the killing stop?
It's what we do, Sarah.
People like Tanveer and me.
I need to know the truth.
How long did you know
that Tanveer was The Hawk?
Only after Laurie June's murder.
Yet you let him
stay close to me?
That is a little cold.
The safest place for you to be
was with Tanveer.
He was not going to
harm you until he found me.
He needed you alive.
Were you the one that
took a shot at me in the park?
At Tanveer.
How could you do
that, with me so close?
I didn't see you.
I saw the job.
And that's cold, too.
But it's what I become
when the stakes are this high.
And then?
After I damn near
killed the woman I love,
I needed to regroup.
Was anything you
ever said to me true?
The part about loving you.
Have you ever had a
long-term relationship?
Answer me honestly.
Other than with my work?
No. Do you wonder why?
No.
What made me different?
You're tough, Sarah.
You don't need a lot.
For such a smart man,
you're really stupid.
I misjudged you.
Don't give up on me yet, Sarah.
We can have some kind of a
future together. Really? How?
Stop expecting that I can tell
you the truth about what I do.
I can't. I don't want to
have "some kind of future"
based on lies and deception.
A desperate housewife
waiting for you to come home
every night for dinner,
wondering when you're
late if your luck finally ran out.
If I'm going to get
news of your death.
If I should believe
it when it comes.
I want more than that.
You risked your life
for me, Sarah. Twice.
Yeah, well, there
won't be a third time.
You can just walk away?
You did.
I gather The Hawk is dead.
Thanks to my mother.
Whatever it takes.
You have us worried, Clay.
I let it get personal, Kershaw.
I let my feelings
get in the way.
I damn near got
Colonel MacKenzie killed.
That's why I came
back here, back home.
All I could think of to do
was make myself a cup of tea.
It's a wise man who
knows when he's finished.
I just wish you'd
called me sooner.
It's time to come in
from the cold.
Tell me something, Kershaw.
How can I be who I am, and
be with her at the same time?
If you find out, let me know.
MacKENZIE: It's over with Clay.
RABB: Is that what you want?
I don't have a clue
what I want.
I just know what I don't want.
I'm tired of dissecting
relationships.
The minute you start
dissecting something,
the damn thing is dead.
So don't talk to
Clay; talk to me.
I appreciate the offer.
But...?
(sighs)
There's so much more to
talk about than just Webb.
Well, Mac...
when you're ready,
let me know, huh?
(sighs)