JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 10 - People v. Rabb - full transcript
Did you bring the money?
$20,000, like we agreed.
You bring the documents?
The money, please.
Trust, but verify, yes?
Garbage One to Control.
Subject has entered warehouse
at Fulton and 12th.
(over radio):
Control to Garbage One. Proceed.
10-4, Control.
We're going in.
These the originals?
Of course.
Photocopies would do you no good
as evidence.
Do you read Russian?
No.
No matter;
you can get it translated.
RUSSIAN: The money,
please, Commander Rabb.
First, I get it
translated,
then you get the money.
This is not acceptable.
But reasonable, Tovarish.
You made
my heart stop, Mischa.
Unfortunately,
it started up again.
What the hell's
going on here?
Who's he?
I went to great risk and expense
to get this material, Colonel.
That's why
I'm here.
Please.
I don't think so.
I have no order to kill you
today, Commander Rabb,
only to retrieve
the dossier.
(cans rattling)
(gunshot)
FBI, don't move!
Drop the weapon.
Now.
Following in
his father's footsteps
as a naval aviator,
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.,
suffered a crash
while landing his Tomcat
on a storm-tossed carrier
at sea.
Diagnosed with night blindness
Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps
which investigates, defends
and prosecutes
the law of the sea.
There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,
he now fights in and out
of the courtroom
with the same daring
and tenacity
that made him a top gun
in the air.
AGENT: This whole thing smells
like yesterday's fish.
You're a JAG officer,
but you're not working
for JAG?
Not tonight.
You go to a deserted warehouse
in the middle of the night
for a meeting.
Why, if you're not on the job?
RABB: It was
personal business.
With a Russian criminal?
You know, guys, I really
didn't check his background.
Stepan Gregorovitch Konaplanik,
Russian mafia,
thief, smuggler,
killer.
He's on
the FBI Alert list.
We've been
tracking him since
he entered the
country a week ago.
You know
who he contacted?
You.
These documents,
they mention your name.
That's not my name.
That's my father.
1969, my father
was shot down
over Vietnam.
I found out he was shipped
to the Soviet Union
as a P.O.W.
What's this got to do
with Konaplanik?
Konaplanik contacted me
three weeks ago.
Said he had proof
my father was still alive.
And he offered to sell
you this proof?
That's right.
We set up a meeting.
We were about
to make the exchange
and the other guy showed up.
Right, right.
The other guy.
Mischa.
I don't like one of my officers
being treated like a criminal.
Then he should stop acting
like one and cooperate.
He is cooperating.
Why is he involved
with the Russian mafia?
You know what I think happened?
You made a deal, like you said.
You showed up with the money;
he asked for more...
And you whacked him.
There was another guy there.
He was the shooter.
So he shoots Konaplanik?
He puts the gun
in your hand
and then he disappears?
That's right,
except he didn't put the gun
in my hand!
There was no one else there.
You had the money,
you had the documents,
you had the gun.
No one went
out the front.
All the other doors and windows
were stuck shut.
There was no one else.
If Rabb says there was,
then there was.
I assume you checked
the weapon for prints.
The weapon has a
checkered, rubber grip
no prints.
The gunfire
residue test shows
your man fired
a handgun.
They pulled this
out of Konaplanik.
It's a hundred-grain,
truncated hollow-point.
Israeli-made.
Recognize it?
I use a 115-grain
full metal jacket. Sorry.
Come on, Commander.
The vic's a killer. Scum.
Nobody's going to miss him.
Hell, you'll
probably get
a medal for
shooting him.
Admit you did it
and we can
all go home.
(chuckling)
I say something funny?
Yeah. The technique
you're using--
I used it on a suspect
last week.
Did he confess?
Uh-uh.
Turns out he was innocent.
Lieutenant, what I'm about
to tell you is confidential.
Yes, sir. My loose lips
will sink no ships.
Commander Rabb is involved in
an FBI murder investigation.
Who was murdered, sir?
Um, Russian mafioso
or mafia-nik, or whatever
the hell they're called.
Any suspects, sir?
Yeah. Commander Rabb.
I'm-I'm sorry, sir.
I thought
you said Commander Rabb.
The FBI
is interrogating him now.
I want him out.
Yes, sir.
(sighs)
How, sir?
Lieutenant,
shake the cobwebs loose.
Find me Clayton Webb.
Sir, it's 0245.
I...
Aye, sir.
Yes, sir. Right away.
AGENT:
Gentlemen...
there's been
a development.
I'm Clayton Webb.
I'm taking custody
of Commander Rabb.
Like hell you are.
This is an
FBI case.
Not anymore.
It comes from
the Deputy Director.
Who are you with,
Webb, the Agency?
State Department.
Yeah, and I'm
a Peace Corps volunteer.
Gentlemen, it's been a blast.
I'll see you again.
Well, I'll look forward to that.
(documents rustle)
Why don't you cut
the "State Department" crap?
Webb, everybody knows
you're CIA.
Stepan Konaplanik
was a stone killer.
Whoever took him out
must've been very good.
Thanks, but it wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
Tell me
about this other player--
the Colonel.
Six-foot-one, -two; 50s.
Konaplanik knew him.
He called him "Mischa."
"Mischa"?
That's short for Mikhail.
Colonel Mikhail somebody.
I want you to look
at some pictures.
So you believe me?
Of course.
I'll call you in the morning.
Clay.
The dossier
has information about my father.
I need it.
I got you out, Rabb.
Don't push your luck.
Uh, good morning, sir.
The Admiral
wants to see you.
I'm on my way.
Uh...
Something else,
Lieutenant?
No, sir.
Just...
welcome back.
Where have I been?
I-I can't really say
but I'm really glad
you're not there anymore, sir.
Sir? I just wanted
you to know
that if you need anything,
you can count on me.
I'll keep that in mind, Bud.
I have a meeting
at the Pentagon.
Walk with me.
You were buying stolen documents
from a Russian thug.
Just what in the hell
were you thinking?
Sir, that dossier
confirms
North Vietnam sent American
P.O.W.s to the Soviet Union.
Even if that was the case,
wh-what was that,
30 years ago?
Harm, I know
you want to believe
that your father's
still alive,
but what are the odds?
I don't know, sir,
but if my father is alive,
others might be, too.
Maybe they'd like
to come home.
Sir, I need
that dossier.
It's not going
to do you any good
if you're in prison
for murder.
Admiral, I have
some leave coming...
Negative, Commander.
No leave.
Sir...
However...
until this matter
is cleared up,
you're temporarily relieved
of your duties.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Admiral,
I didn't kill Konaplanik.
Rabb, I already lost
one good lawyer
when Major McKenzie resigned.
I don't want to lose another.
Commander Rabb,
come on in.
Novack, what the
hell are you doing?
Conducting a lawful search.
You got a warrant?
"Phone records, computer disks,
firearms, ammunition... "
We're helping
local law enforcement
investigate
a homicide.
Marvin?
Yeah.
In here.
What's up?
Israeli-made ammo.
What do you want to bet
it's nine-millimeter,
hundred-grain,
truncated hollow-points.
It's not mine.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right
to remain silent...
NAVY SECRETARY:
You're off course here,
Admiral.
If they want to try Rabb
in a civilian court, let them.
He's a naval officer,
Mr. Secretary.
He's subject
to a military court-martial.
Why, you want to convict one
of your own people of murder?
If he's guilty.
And exonerate him if he's not.
Admiral,
let me clarify the situation.
Our relationship with Russia is
currently in a state of, uh...
optimistic convalescence.
I understand that.
Good.
Now, a naval officer buying
secrets stolen from Moscow
is not the act of an ally.
Secrets about American POWs
who ended up
in a Soviet prison camp?
We've confronted them
on this before.
We'll confront them again.
But we don't want to give
the impression
that we are sanctioning
covert operations
against Russia.
It seems to me, Mr. Secretary,
that a military court could put
the proper spin on this case
better than a civilian one.
Well, that, uh, that spin being?
That Rabb
acted on his own
with no military involvement.
Can you assure me
that this will come out
in the preliminary hearing?
It will in an Article 32
hearing, yes, sir.
I'll talk
to the Attorney General.
What?
You don't remember me,
do you, sir?
Staff Sergeant...?
Teddy Ramirez.
Four years ago,
Parris Island.
I was a Lance Corporal then.
Dereliction of duty.
Right!
You got me off.
You used the ignorance defense.
Sure.
How are you, Teddy?
All right, sir.
Look, I'm sorry about this.
I'll pass the word
to the other guards
you're okay.
If you need anything, sir,
you just let me know.
Well, what I need, Teddy,
is to get out of here.
What are you doing?
Oh, no. It's not
what you think.
You got visitors.
Thank you,
Staff Sergeant.
Hello, Harm.
You look surprised.
I, uh... Carolyn Imes.
I thought you were
on assignment in Spain.
I was, and enjoying it.
I figured
I'd get Mattoni.
You did get Mattoni.
He's prosecuting.
But murder cases
are my specialty, remember?
That's why the Admiral
called me back.
Any objections?
No. No.
I'll be
assisting, sir.
Of course you will, Bud.
Well, let's get started.
RABB:
I heard a noise.
It was probably one
of the FBI Agents
tripping
over his shoelace.
I grabbed
for the Colonel's weapon.
He fired, and he took off.
Before I could do anything,
the FBI were on me.
And the Colonel disappeared
without a trace,
leaving the dossier behind.
He probably forgot it
in all the confusion.
After flying 5,000 miles
for it?
RABB:
Have you talked
to the FBI, yet,
about getting
a copy of the dossier?
It's not going to happen.
It's classified.
That's ridiculous.
If they're going to use it
as evidence, Carolyn,
we have a right to it.
They're not.
Apparently, Mattoni feels
the eyewitnesses are enough
not to mention
the ammunition in your toilet.
Yeah, well, I always keep
my ammunition in the toilet.
It was planted there
obviously.
Well, that's going
to be difficult to prove.
Carolyn, I need
to get out of here.
I can probably get you
involuntary manslaughter.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No plea bargaining.
I didn't think so.
We'll go
with self-defense, then--
justifiable
homicide.
You're basing your strategy
on the theory that I killed him.
I'm basing my strategy
on what will keep you
out of Leavenworth.
You think I killed him?
What I think is irrelevant.
Not to me, it isn't!
If Harm said
he didn't do it,
he didn't do it.
IMES: How well
do you know him?
Well, we worked together--
sometimes on the same side,
sometimes as adversaries.
Are you close?
That depends
on what you mean by "close."
(knocking at door)
Sarah... Oh, excuse me.
Um, I need those
Palomar interrogatories.
Uh, yeah, I'll get to them
as soon as I finish
the requests for production
you asked for.
All right, thanks.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Dalton Lowne, Lieutenant
Commander Carolyn Imes.
You're not here to steal
Major MacKenzie back, are you?
No, but, um, if you have
any other openings...
All right, we'll talk.
Um, nice to meet you.
I'll be in court
the rest of the day, so...
Fine. Yeah,
I'll be here, writing.
Which is what I've been doing
for four weeks.
Do you think Harm
is capable of murder?
Under the right circumstances,
we're all capable
of murder.
Really?
You know, Harm has
always been troubled
by his father's disappearance,
but, lately,
he seems consumed by it.
Ever since we had
that murder investigation
on the Hornet.
During the investigation,
Harm discovered a book
hidden in one
of the staterooms.
It listed the names
of American airmen
shot down over Vietnam.
He found his father's name.
According to the book,
he was shipped
to the Soviet Union.
What happened to the book?
It was stolen back
by a Russian agent
impersonating a detective.
This the man
who stole the book?
No. Who is he?
The man Harm shot.
Allegedly shot.
Harm never forgave himself
for letting that book slip away,
which is why
he's so consumed by it.
Which goes to motive.
I was thinking
of using you
as a character witness.
Yeah, I'd be happy to.
After what you just told me,
lady, I don't want you anywhere
near that witness stand.
MATTONI:
And then what did you
and your partner do?
NOVACK:
We followed Konaplanik
into the warehouse.
What happened then?
We heard
a firearm discharge.
We approached and
found the defendant,
pistol in hand,
running away from
the deceased.
Is this the pistol?
NOVACK:
Yes, sir.
MATTONI:
Did you perform
a ballistics test on it?
Yes, sir. It proved this
was the murder weapon.
Did you see
or hear anyone else
in the vicinity?
We did not.
IMES:
Agent Grenin,
did you search Commander Rabb
when you apprehended him?
We did.
And what did you find,
besides the gun
and the dossier?
(whispering):
She's opening a can of worms.
...an envelope,
containing $20,000.
Now, doesn't that
indicate to you
that Commander Rabb
was there to buy, not to kill?
Objection. Speculation.
IMES:
Goes to premeditation.
As this is only a hearing,
I'll allow it.
Go ahead, please.
It could be
that he was there to buy.
Thank you.
$20,000.
A lot of money.
That information
must be pretty valuable
to Commander Rabb.
Objection.
Leading the witness.
JUDGE:
Overruled.
And in the future, let your
attorney do the objecting,
Commander.
Proceed.
I'd say that information
was very valuable to him.
Maybe even valuable enough
to kill for?
Maybe.
MATTONI:
Thank you, Agent Grenin.
No further questions.
RABB:
That's him.
It's the Colonel.
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.
Formerly with KGB,
First Chief Directorate.
Now with external
intelligence.
One of the few who made it
through Yeltsin's purge.
A master spook.
Parlovsky's a patriot
without political ambitions,
which makes him dangerous.
To us or them?
To anyone
who threatens Mother Russia.
I'd love to get
him in a room
for a couple
of days.
So would I,
if I could find him.
You won't have to.
Once we put out word
you have the dossier,
he'll find you.
But I don't have the dossier.
You want to clear
your name.
He wants these documents.
Mutual need--
the basis
for a beautiful friendship.
Well, what do you expect,
for him to break
into the brig?
No.
I expect you to break out.
Here.
And for God's sake,
don't shoot anybody.
I'm not going to do it.
I won't give these up.
You can have it back
after we catch him.
All right.
No tails...
no wires.
Agreed.
Call this number
once he makes contact.
Guard!
Good night, Commander.
Is that real, sir?
Afraid so.
Let's go, Teddy.
I'm going to need
the uniform.
I understand, Commander.
You got to do
what you got to do.
I just hope
they don't charge me
with dereliction
of duty again.
Well, if they do,
I'll defend you.
If you're still alive, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN:
What in the hell
was Rabb thinking?!
An armed escape,
for God's sake!
Bud, where'd
he get the gun?
I don't know, sir.
The last person to contact him
was Clayton Webb, sir.
I might have known.
Get me Clayton Webb at State.
Yes, sir.
I take it, uh, neither
of you has heard from him.
BOTH:
No, sir!
But if we do,
we will...
If you do, you tell him
to run, don't walk
to the nearest brig,
police station
fire station, uh...
Boy Scout troop--
I don't care.
If he doesn't
turn himself in,
I will personally
see to it
that he spends the
rest of his life
making big rocks
into small ones.
You tell him that.
BOTH:
Yes, sir.
(knocking at door)
You never call.
You never write.
If you let me in,
you'll be harboring a fugitive.
Did you do it?
No.
How's your Russian?
Ni plochah.
(sighing)
(moaning)
(sighing)
All right.
Oh...
Oh, that feels good.
Yeah? How about
right there?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Don't stop.
(phone rings)
MacKENZIE (on machine):
Hi. Leave a message.
I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.
Major,
this is Admiral Chegwidden.
Pick up if you're there, please.
Call me ASAP,
especially if you hear
from Commander Rabb.
That is an order, Major.
(sighing)
(electronic voice):
Message Deleted.
(sighing)
You ignoring
a direct order?
I'm not in the Corps anymore,
remember?
I don't have to obey orders.
All right, now, as
near as I can tell,
your father arrived in
Prague in April 1970.
From there,
he was sent to Moscow.
Now, according
to these manifests,
he then went by
trans-Siberian railroad
to a place called Cherlisk,
near Lake Boshna.
Cherlisk.
Okay.
What then?
The trail ends.
I'm sorry.
Where are you going?
I'm going to find
Mikhail Parlovsky.
Yeah, but you said he'd
only confess to the murder
if you turn
these papers over to him.
I'm not looking for him
for a confession.
I need him to find my father.
(sighing)
Rabb!
GRENIN:
Hold it
right there!
(tires squealing)
(door opening)
Sarah...
are you all right?
What? Yeah,
I'm fine. Why?
I called you last night.
Didn't you get my message?
Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton.
I had a migraine.
Oh. Oh, you should've
called me.
I would've come over
and taken care of you.
That's sweet.
Um... next time.
All right.
Uh, Coburn's here
for his deposition.
I've been covering
for you.
Coburn... Coburn v. Pitman,
the product liability suit?
Uh... yeah, right.
I'm sorry, Dalton.
Let me... grab my files.
I'll be right there.
All right.
Don't take too long.
Don't be alarmed,
Major MacKenzie.
(speaking Russian)
You know who I am.
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.
It's such a pleasure dealing
with intelligent people...
and do you know
why I'm here?
I don't have the documents.
Of course not.
Commander Rabb has them.
If you think that,
then why are you here?
I lost the Commander
after he left your building.
He's, uh, quite a...
an enthusiastic young man,
your Harmon Rabb.
Those papers
are very important to him.
No doubt.
Here's my offer:
Rabb returns
the dossier to me...
all copies are destroyed...
and I will swear,
I killed Konaplanik.
And you won't get prosecuted
because you have
diplomatic immunity.
Exactly.
I will simply
leave the country.
Did you... kill Konaplanik?
(chuckling)
I neither confirm... nor deny.
What if Rabb doesn't turn
over the documents to you?
Oh. Then he will be dead
within a week.
Sar--
Excuse me.
Uh, we're waiting.
PARLOVSKY:
I'm going.
Thank you
for listening to me.
With your
permission,
I will call you
this afternoon.
Good day, sir.
Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton.
Uh...
Uh...
What case was that?
Bud.
Oh, geez, sir,
don't you believe in footsteps?
What are you doing here?
Major MacKenzie sent me.
This is, uh, some boat.
What is it,
like, a, uh... a ferry?
Used to be.
It hasn't been
in operation for years.
Sent you for what?
Parlovsky contacted her.
Well, it didn't take him long.
He wants to meet you, sir.
Okay.
Good.
Anything else?
Yeah. I got you a bag
with some food, clothes,
cell phone and some cigars.
Thanks, Bud.
You bet.
What do you want me to do, sir?
Go home.
Forget you saw me.
No. Seriously,
what can I do to help?
I'm being serious, Bud.
If Admiral Chegwidden
found out you were here,
you'd be shoveling
snow in Yakutsk
for three years. Go on.
Wait, wait!
Don't-don't do this!
What?
A guy believes
in you, trusts you
offers you help,
and you diss him?
You can't do that.
Take it easy, Bud.
I'm your friend,
and right now you can use
all the friends
that you can get,
so don't tell me
to "take it easy, Bud"... sir.
Bud, it's because
you're my friend
that I don't want you to be
involved in this.
Sir, I've already
aided and abetted.
I don't know how much more
involved I can get.
All right.
(sighing)
You know the aviation museum
in Alexandria?
Stearman made
beautiful machines.
I know. I own one.
It belonged
to my father.
You fly?
In my youth. A little.
It's nice to see you
again, Commander.
Well, it's nice to see
you again, too, Colonel.
So, you have
something of mine?
Why are these documents
so important
to you, Colonel?
They're an embarrassment.
Russia must regain
its rightful status
as a world power.
To do so, we must
present a government
free of dishonesty
and free of corruption.
We must clean up
our act, as you say.
Releasing
American POWs
would be a good
place to start.
We have
no American POWs.
Colonel, the documents
say different.
Which is why
I must have them back.
Say I give you
these documents.
What's the quid pro quo?
I clear you
of the murder charge.
And help me
find my father.
Impossible.
Think of the goodwill,
Colonel.
POWs taken by former
regime sent home.
Hell, you might
even get
into the World Trade
Organization.
If I agree to help you,
there's no guarantee
we will find him.
I'm willing
to take that chance.
Gentlemen.
Hold it
right there, please.
Webb, what the hell
are you doing here?
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky,
I'm Clayton Webb, CIA.
I know who you are, Mr. Webb.
WEBB:
Please keep
your hands
where I can
see them, Colonel.
Take it easy, Rabb.
You're still a fugitive,
remember?
I said no wires.
Get in the van!
Yeah!
No!
You might hit Rabb.
(panting)
The Israeli ammo
in the toilet
was a nice touch,
Colonel.
You shouldn't
leave your key
in such an
obvious place.
Excellent safe house.
(sighing)
(dry chuckle)
(speaking Russian)
Podlyetz!
If he was not dead,
I would have killed him again.
What are you talking about?
These are fake.
You're lying.
No, no, no.
You were buying
worthless fiction.
No!
Stay where you are.
(cocks gun)
This is a counterfeit,
Commander.
All made up.
There's no such a place
as Cherlisk or Lake Boshna.
You were duped, Commander.
So was I.
Konaplanik made
all this up,
and to think
I regretted killing him.
You said you'd help me.
Bury the dead, Commander.
That's my
help to you.
I'm going home.
Colonel...
are you telling me the truth?
I'm sorry.
I truly am.
CHEGWIDDEN:
And where is Parlovsky now?
On his way back to Russia, sir,
as far as I know.
And the dossier?
It never existed, sir.
It's over.
(sighing)
Not quite.
Yeoman.
Yes, sir.
As Lieutenant Roberts
is no doubt hovering outside
my door, would you please ask
him to come in?
Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral?
Lieutenant.
Would you kindly escort
Commander Rabb
back to the bench?
Good news.
JAG will defer charges
for the brig break
pending the outcome
of the court-martial.
Good. Listen,
Carolyn...
No, you listen.
I'm going for
justifiable homicide.
It's our only chance.
Carolyn...
You're gambling
with your life here, Harm.
I won't have any part of it.
It's justifiable homicide
or get yourself
a new lawyer.
I already have.
You're entitled
to civilian counsel,
but I think you're making
a big mistake.
Thank you for everything.
Good luck, then...
both of you.
Thanks.
Let's get to work.
Mr. Sahaj, you performed
a gunshot residue analysis
on Commander Rabb, correct?
Oh, yes.
What was the result?
We found traces
of barium
and antimony on his hand.
Indicating?
Commander Rabb fired a handgun.
Mr. Sahaj, when a person
fires a handgun, what happens?
Material comes out of
the bell like a cloud
and wraps itself
back around the shooter's hand.
Could this cloud
settle anywhere else?
Oh, yes.
On the target, uh...
people in the
line of fire...
people near
the shooter...
the gun itself...
How about a person
who picks up the gun
immediately
after it's fired?
Yes. We'd find
residue on his palm
and on his web.
So, if the shooter
were to aim the gun...
and I attempted
to stop him...
Sir, is this
exhibition necessary?
I don't know,
but it is interesting.
Continue, Ms. MacKenzie.
When the gun fires,
the residue cloud
would float back
and cover my hand.
Then if I were to wrestle
the gun from him,
I'd get residue
on my palm as well,
wouldn't I?
Thank you,
Lieutenant.
SAHAJ:
Yes, you
probably would.
So your reside analysis
does not prove conclusively
that Commander Rabb
fired the gun, does it?
He might
have been grabbing for it
when someone else fired it.
Objection.
Calls for
a conclusion.
JUDGE:
The man is an FBI
firearms expert.
We want to hear
his conclusions.
JUDGE:
Please answer
the question.
Yes, it's possible.
In fact, your analysis
might prove Commander Rabb
was trying to prevent
the shooting.
I-I suppose so.
MacKENZIE:
Thank you,
Mr. Sahaj.
Special Agent Novack...
have you ever seen
this piece
of cloth before?
Oh, no, ma'am.
I can't say that I have.
Would you be surprised
to learn
that I found it
at the murder scene
in a trapdoor leading
to the roof of the warehouse?
Nothing surprises me.
You surprised to learn
that there even was a trapdoor
leading to the roof?
I didn't see one.
Because you didn't look for one.
Objection. Where is this going?
Sir, the hair
and fiber report
of this cloth sample
indicates
the material
is karakul lamb,
grown primarily in Central Asia.
So?
So, it goes to reasonable doubt.
Someone else
was at the scene.
Someone who
wore a coat
manufactured
in Russia,
and that
person escaped
through the trapdoor,
onto the roof.
This is ludicrous.
You could have found
that piece of rag on the street
for all we know.
But I didn't.
I found it at the scene
yesterday.
And if the FBI had done
a thorough
investigation,
they would have
found it first.
Mikhail Parlovsky
is one of Russia's
top intelligence operatives.
Was he involved
in the murder?
If you call pulling
the trigger involved.
According to your files
on Colonel Parlovsky,
what is his weapon
of choice?
The nine-millimeter
SIG Sauer.
Like this one?
Like that one.
Put me on the stand.
No.
Mac, "reasonable doubt"
isn't going to cut it.
Well, I think
it will.
Mac, put me on the stand.
No.
I can handle
Mattoni.
Not a day goes by
you don't think
about your father.
You'd do anything
to find him
and God help the person
who gets in your way.
You're obsessed!
You're a time bomb!
All right, okay.
I get the idea.
Will we trust me
with your defense or not?
What if you're wrong?
There's always
the court-martial.
But I'm not wrong.
(sighing)
You're a hell of a lawyer,
Sarah.
Dalton, I, um...
Uh... you could
have come to me
before taking the case,
I would have understood.
It won't happen again.
You have a responsibility
to this firm...
and to me.
I know my responsibilities,
Dalton.
I spent a lot of time
and trouble
getting you this job.
Not to mention getting me
into bed.
Don't go there.
This isn't about that.
Oh, we're already there.
We both know why
you got me this job,
and it has nothing to do
with my lawyering skills.
You're wrong...
and you do us both
a disservice.
I think it'd be best...
if I left the firm.
You can't.
Excuse me?
You can't leave
someplace
you've never been to...
and you were never here.
I mean, not really, Sarah.
You seduced me, Dalton...
not just into bed--
I don't mind that.
You seduced me
into your world:
The money,
the prestige,
the gold name on the door...
And what's wrong with that?
It's not me.
I need to be
in a courtroom,
not behind a desk
writing briefs.
(sighing)
You're right.
I never was here
because I don't
belong here.
I am sorry if I misled you,
but I can't be
your briefcase carrier.
(sighing)
Say something.
I'm very...
angry with you...
and very...
disappointed
and... very...
very...
Did you hear what
I have to say?
I-I can't work
here anymore.
I don't care
where you work...
as long as
you come home to me.
Is there any other evidence
to be presented?
No, sir.
No further evidence,
sir.
JUDGE:
Very well.
It is the finding
of this inquiry that there is...
insufficient evidence
to warrant a court-martial.
I shall recommend to
the convening authority
that the charges against
Lieutenant Commander Rabb
be dismissed.
I suppose you think
I owe you now.
Oh, you bet.
MATTONI:
Nice play, Mac.
No hard feelings,
I hope, Rabb.
Absolutely not.
See you around, Mattoni.
Hey, Rabb...
Congratulations.
Webb, I don't know
whether to thank you
or ram your teeth
down your throat.
Parlovsky's back
in Moscow.
It's a pity.
We could have learned
a lot from him.
Oh, well, our paths
will cross again.
Hey, Commander...
The Navy takes care
of its own, doesn't it?
It's over, Novack.
Let it go.
The Navy may think
it's over.
The U.S. Attorney
disagrees.
The Director had a talk
with the Attorney General.
The theme was:
"Are military officers
above civilian law?"
Guess what the answer was?
Don't leave town,
Commander.
Don't let them
spoil your day.
I won't.
Well...
I guess this
is "good-bye" again.
Well, actually...
could I talk to you
about something?
I realize my leaving was abrupt
but I never meant you or JAG
any disrespect, sir.
It's just...
I felt I had to take advantage
of the opportunity.
It was a mistake, sir.
I think
I still have something
to offer.
So, with permission, sir,
I'd like to resume my duties.
Admiral, what Mac is trying
to say, sir,
is that returning to JAG
is not a fallback position.
What about your
long-term career goals?
How do I know you won't
feel like, uh...
spreading your wings
again next week?
Well, sir, I could offer
a lengthy argument
as to why
you should take me back.
I could talk
about serving
my profession
or my country.
The simple fact is,
JAG is where I belong.
Admiral, if she
leaves again
I will personally keel-haul...
Commander,
if I were you,
I would stop helping.
If it wasn't for
top-level intervention,
you would be in your cell
facing charges for brig break!
Yes, sir.
My request for resignation?
I got too busy to process it.
Thank you, sir.
It's good to be back.
That remains to be seen, Major.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
"Spreading your wings"?
Never mind.
Hey, Harm...
thanks for trying.
Does this mean
we're even?
Not even close.
Sir, this package
came for you.
Does this mean that
you're coming back?
Looks that way, Bud.
(both laughing)
BUD:
Welcome back, then.
We all missed you.
MacKENZIE:
Thank you, Bud.
What is that?
"This one is real."
Parlovsky?
Who is this, Harm?
RABB:
My father.
It was taken in 1980.
$20,000, like we agreed.
You bring the documents?
The money, please.
Trust, but verify, yes?
Garbage One to Control.
Subject has entered warehouse
at Fulton and 12th.
(over radio):
Control to Garbage One. Proceed.
10-4, Control.
We're going in.
These the originals?
Of course.
Photocopies would do you no good
as evidence.
Do you read Russian?
No.
No matter;
you can get it translated.
RUSSIAN: The money,
please, Commander Rabb.
First, I get it
translated,
then you get the money.
This is not acceptable.
But reasonable, Tovarish.
You made
my heart stop, Mischa.
Unfortunately,
it started up again.
What the hell's
going on here?
Who's he?
I went to great risk and expense
to get this material, Colonel.
That's why
I'm here.
Please.
I don't think so.
I have no order to kill you
today, Commander Rabb,
only to retrieve
the dossier.
(cans rattling)
(gunshot)
FBI, don't move!
Drop the weapon.
Now.
Following in
his father's footsteps
as a naval aviator,
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.,
suffered a crash
while landing his Tomcat
on a storm-tossed carrier
at sea.
Diagnosed with night blindness
Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps
which investigates, defends
and prosecutes
the law of the sea.
There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,
he now fights in and out
of the courtroom
with the same daring
and tenacity
that made him a top gun
in the air.
AGENT: This whole thing smells
like yesterday's fish.
You're a JAG officer,
but you're not working
for JAG?
Not tonight.
You go to a deserted warehouse
in the middle of the night
for a meeting.
Why, if you're not on the job?
RABB: It was
personal business.
With a Russian criminal?
You know, guys, I really
didn't check his background.
Stepan Gregorovitch Konaplanik,
Russian mafia,
thief, smuggler,
killer.
He's on
the FBI Alert list.
We've been
tracking him since
he entered the
country a week ago.
You know
who he contacted?
You.
These documents,
they mention your name.
That's not my name.
That's my father.
1969, my father
was shot down
over Vietnam.
I found out he was shipped
to the Soviet Union
as a P.O.W.
What's this got to do
with Konaplanik?
Konaplanik contacted me
three weeks ago.
Said he had proof
my father was still alive.
And he offered to sell
you this proof?
That's right.
We set up a meeting.
We were about
to make the exchange
and the other guy showed up.
Right, right.
The other guy.
Mischa.
I don't like one of my officers
being treated like a criminal.
Then he should stop acting
like one and cooperate.
He is cooperating.
Why is he involved
with the Russian mafia?
You know what I think happened?
You made a deal, like you said.
You showed up with the money;
he asked for more...
And you whacked him.
There was another guy there.
He was the shooter.
So he shoots Konaplanik?
He puts the gun
in your hand
and then he disappears?
That's right,
except he didn't put the gun
in my hand!
There was no one else there.
You had the money,
you had the documents,
you had the gun.
No one went
out the front.
All the other doors and windows
were stuck shut.
There was no one else.
If Rabb says there was,
then there was.
I assume you checked
the weapon for prints.
The weapon has a
checkered, rubber grip
no prints.
The gunfire
residue test shows
your man fired
a handgun.
They pulled this
out of Konaplanik.
It's a hundred-grain,
truncated hollow-point.
Israeli-made.
Recognize it?
I use a 115-grain
full metal jacket. Sorry.
Come on, Commander.
The vic's a killer. Scum.
Nobody's going to miss him.
Hell, you'll
probably get
a medal for
shooting him.
Admit you did it
and we can
all go home.
(chuckling)
I say something funny?
Yeah. The technique
you're using--
I used it on a suspect
last week.
Did he confess?
Uh-uh.
Turns out he was innocent.
Lieutenant, what I'm about
to tell you is confidential.
Yes, sir. My loose lips
will sink no ships.
Commander Rabb is involved in
an FBI murder investigation.
Who was murdered, sir?
Um, Russian mafioso
or mafia-nik, or whatever
the hell they're called.
Any suspects, sir?
Yeah. Commander Rabb.
I'm-I'm sorry, sir.
I thought
you said Commander Rabb.
The FBI
is interrogating him now.
I want him out.
Yes, sir.
(sighs)
How, sir?
Lieutenant,
shake the cobwebs loose.
Find me Clayton Webb.
Sir, it's 0245.
I...
Aye, sir.
Yes, sir. Right away.
AGENT:
Gentlemen...
there's been
a development.
I'm Clayton Webb.
I'm taking custody
of Commander Rabb.
Like hell you are.
This is an
FBI case.
Not anymore.
It comes from
the Deputy Director.
Who are you with,
Webb, the Agency?
State Department.
Yeah, and I'm
a Peace Corps volunteer.
Gentlemen, it's been a blast.
I'll see you again.
Well, I'll look forward to that.
(documents rustle)
Why don't you cut
the "State Department" crap?
Webb, everybody knows
you're CIA.
Stepan Konaplanik
was a stone killer.
Whoever took him out
must've been very good.
Thanks, but it wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
Tell me
about this other player--
the Colonel.
Six-foot-one, -two; 50s.
Konaplanik knew him.
He called him "Mischa."
"Mischa"?
That's short for Mikhail.
Colonel Mikhail somebody.
I want you to look
at some pictures.
So you believe me?
Of course.
I'll call you in the morning.
Clay.
The dossier
has information about my father.
I need it.
I got you out, Rabb.
Don't push your luck.
Uh, good morning, sir.
The Admiral
wants to see you.
I'm on my way.
Uh...
Something else,
Lieutenant?
No, sir.
Just...
welcome back.
Where have I been?
I-I can't really say
but I'm really glad
you're not there anymore, sir.
Sir? I just wanted
you to know
that if you need anything,
you can count on me.
I'll keep that in mind, Bud.
I have a meeting
at the Pentagon.
Walk with me.
You were buying stolen documents
from a Russian thug.
Just what in the hell
were you thinking?
Sir, that dossier
confirms
North Vietnam sent American
P.O.W.s to the Soviet Union.
Even if that was the case,
wh-what was that,
30 years ago?
Harm, I know
you want to believe
that your father's
still alive,
but what are the odds?
I don't know, sir,
but if my father is alive,
others might be, too.
Maybe they'd like
to come home.
Sir, I need
that dossier.
It's not going
to do you any good
if you're in prison
for murder.
Admiral, I have
some leave coming...
Negative, Commander.
No leave.
Sir...
However...
until this matter
is cleared up,
you're temporarily relieved
of your duties.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Admiral,
I didn't kill Konaplanik.
Rabb, I already lost
one good lawyer
when Major McKenzie resigned.
I don't want to lose another.
Commander Rabb,
come on in.
Novack, what the
hell are you doing?
Conducting a lawful search.
You got a warrant?
"Phone records, computer disks,
firearms, ammunition... "
We're helping
local law enforcement
investigate
a homicide.
Marvin?
Yeah.
In here.
What's up?
Israeli-made ammo.
What do you want to bet
it's nine-millimeter,
hundred-grain,
truncated hollow-points.
It's not mine.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right
to remain silent...
NAVY SECRETARY:
You're off course here,
Admiral.
If they want to try Rabb
in a civilian court, let them.
He's a naval officer,
Mr. Secretary.
He's subject
to a military court-martial.
Why, you want to convict one
of your own people of murder?
If he's guilty.
And exonerate him if he's not.
Admiral,
let me clarify the situation.
Our relationship with Russia is
currently in a state of, uh...
optimistic convalescence.
I understand that.
Good.
Now, a naval officer buying
secrets stolen from Moscow
is not the act of an ally.
Secrets about American POWs
who ended up
in a Soviet prison camp?
We've confronted them
on this before.
We'll confront them again.
But we don't want to give
the impression
that we are sanctioning
covert operations
against Russia.
It seems to me, Mr. Secretary,
that a military court could put
the proper spin on this case
better than a civilian one.
Well, that, uh, that spin being?
That Rabb
acted on his own
with no military involvement.
Can you assure me
that this will come out
in the preliminary hearing?
It will in an Article 32
hearing, yes, sir.
I'll talk
to the Attorney General.
What?
You don't remember me,
do you, sir?
Staff Sergeant...?
Teddy Ramirez.
Four years ago,
Parris Island.
I was a Lance Corporal then.
Dereliction of duty.
Right!
You got me off.
You used the ignorance defense.
Sure.
How are you, Teddy?
All right, sir.
Look, I'm sorry about this.
I'll pass the word
to the other guards
you're okay.
If you need anything, sir,
you just let me know.
Well, what I need, Teddy,
is to get out of here.
What are you doing?
Oh, no. It's not
what you think.
You got visitors.
Thank you,
Staff Sergeant.
Hello, Harm.
You look surprised.
I, uh... Carolyn Imes.
I thought you were
on assignment in Spain.
I was, and enjoying it.
I figured
I'd get Mattoni.
You did get Mattoni.
He's prosecuting.
But murder cases
are my specialty, remember?
That's why the Admiral
called me back.
Any objections?
No. No.
I'll be
assisting, sir.
Of course you will, Bud.
Well, let's get started.
RABB:
I heard a noise.
It was probably one
of the FBI Agents
tripping
over his shoelace.
I grabbed
for the Colonel's weapon.
He fired, and he took off.
Before I could do anything,
the FBI were on me.
And the Colonel disappeared
without a trace,
leaving the dossier behind.
He probably forgot it
in all the confusion.
After flying 5,000 miles
for it?
RABB:
Have you talked
to the FBI, yet,
about getting
a copy of the dossier?
It's not going to happen.
It's classified.
That's ridiculous.
If they're going to use it
as evidence, Carolyn,
we have a right to it.
They're not.
Apparently, Mattoni feels
the eyewitnesses are enough
not to mention
the ammunition in your toilet.
Yeah, well, I always keep
my ammunition in the toilet.
It was planted there
obviously.
Well, that's going
to be difficult to prove.
Carolyn, I need
to get out of here.
I can probably get you
involuntary manslaughter.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No plea bargaining.
I didn't think so.
We'll go
with self-defense, then--
justifiable
homicide.
You're basing your strategy
on the theory that I killed him.
I'm basing my strategy
on what will keep you
out of Leavenworth.
You think I killed him?
What I think is irrelevant.
Not to me, it isn't!
If Harm said
he didn't do it,
he didn't do it.
IMES: How well
do you know him?
Well, we worked together--
sometimes on the same side,
sometimes as adversaries.
Are you close?
That depends
on what you mean by "close."
(knocking at door)
Sarah... Oh, excuse me.
Um, I need those
Palomar interrogatories.
Uh, yeah, I'll get to them
as soon as I finish
the requests for production
you asked for.
All right, thanks.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Dalton Lowne, Lieutenant
Commander Carolyn Imes.
You're not here to steal
Major MacKenzie back, are you?
No, but, um, if you have
any other openings...
All right, we'll talk.
Um, nice to meet you.
I'll be in court
the rest of the day, so...
Fine. Yeah,
I'll be here, writing.
Which is what I've been doing
for four weeks.
Do you think Harm
is capable of murder?
Under the right circumstances,
we're all capable
of murder.
Really?
You know, Harm has
always been troubled
by his father's disappearance,
but, lately,
he seems consumed by it.
Ever since we had
that murder investigation
on the Hornet.
During the investigation,
Harm discovered a book
hidden in one
of the staterooms.
It listed the names
of American airmen
shot down over Vietnam.
He found his father's name.
According to the book,
he was shipped
to the Soviet Union.
What happened to the book?
It was stolen back
by a Russian agent
impersonating a detective.
This the man
who stole the book?
No. Who is he?
The man Harm shot.
Allegedly shot.
Harm never forgave himself
for letting that book slip away,
which is why
he's so consumed by it.
Which goes to motive.
I was thinking
of using you
as a character witness.
Yeah, I'd be happy to.
After what you just told me,
lady, I don't want you anywhere
near that witness stand.
MATTONI:
And then what did you
and your partner do?
NOVACK:
We followed Konaplanik
into the warehouse.
What happened then?
We heard
a firearm discharge.
We approached and
found the defendant,
pistol in hand,
running away from
the deceased.
Is this the pistol?
NOVACK:
Yes, sir.
MATTONI:
Did you perform
a ballistics test on it?
Yes, sir. It proved this
was the murder weapon.
Did you see
or hear anyone else
in the vicinity?
We did not.
IMES:
Agent Grenin,
did you search Commander Rabb
when you apprehended him?
We did.
And what did you find,
besides the gun
and the dossier?
(whispering):
She's opening a can of worms.
...an envelope,
containing $20,000.
Now, doesn't that
indicate to you
that Commander Rabb
was there to buy, not to kill?
Objection. Speculation.
IMES:
Goes to premeditation.
As this is only a hearing,
I'll allow it.
Go ahead, please.
It could be
that he was there to buy.
Thank you.
$20,000.
A lot of money.
That information
must be pretty valuable
to Commander Rabb.
Objection.
Leading the witness.
JUDGE:
Overruled.
And in the future, let your
attorney do the objecting,
Commander.
Proceed.
I'd say that information
was very valuable to him.
Maybe even valuable enough
to kill for?
Maybe.
MATTONI:
Thank you, Agent Grenin.
No further questions.
RABB:
That's him.
It's the Colonel.
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.
Formerly with KGB,
First Chief Directorate.
Now with external
intelligence.
One of the few who made it
through Yeltsin's purge.
A master spook.
Parlovsky's a patriot
without political ambitions,
which makes him dangerous.
To us or them?
To anyone
who threatens Mother Russia.
I'd love to get
him in a room
for a couple
of days.
So would I,
if I could find him.
You won't have to.
Once we put out word
you have the dossier,
he'll find you.
But I don't have the dossier.
You want to clear
your name.
He wants these documents.
Mutual need--
the basis
for a beautiful friendship.
Well, what do you expect,
for him to break
into the brig?
No.
I expect you to break out.
Here.
And for God's sake,
don't shoot anybody.
I'm not going to do it.
I won't give these up.
You can have it back
after we catch him.
All right.
No tails...
no wires.
Agreed.
Call this number
once he makes contact.
Guard!
Good night, Commander.
Is that real, sir?
Afraid so.
Let's go, Teddy.
I'm going to need
the uniform.
I understand, Commander.
You got to do
what you got to do.
I just hope
they don't charge me
with dereliction
of duty again.
Well, if they do,
I'll defend you.
If you're still alive, sir.
CHEGWIDDEN:
What in the hell
was Rabb thinking?!
An armed escape,
for God's sake!
Bud, where'd
he get the gun?
I don't know, sir.
The last person to contact him
was Clayton Webb, sir.
I might have known.
Get me Clayton Webb at State.
Yes, sir.
I take it, uh, neither
of you has heard from him.
BOTH:
No, sir!
But if we do,
we will...
If you do, you tell him
to run, don't walk
to the nearest brig,
police station
fire station, uh...
Boy Scout troop--
I don't care.
If he doesn't
turn himself in,
I will personally
see to it
that he spends the
rest of his life
making big rocks
into small ones.
You tell him that.
BOTH:
Yes, sir.
(knocking at door)
You never call.
You never write.
If you let me in,
you'll be harboring a fugitive.
Did you do it?
No.
How's your Russian?
Ni plochah.
(sighing)
(moaning)
(sighing)
All right.
Oh...
Oh, that feels good.
Yeah? How about
right there?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Don't stop.
(phone rings)
MacKENZIE (on machine):
Hi. Leave a message.
I'll get back to you
as soon as possible.
Major,
this is Admiral Chegwidden.
Pick up if you're there, please.
Call me ASAP,
especially if you hear
from Commander Rabb.
That is an order, Major.
(sighing)
(electronic voice):
Message Deleted.
(sighing)
You ignoring
a direct order?
I'm not in the Corps anymore,
remember?
I don't have to obey orders.
All right, now, as
near as I can tell,
your father arrived in
Prague in April 1970.
From there,
he was sent to Moscow.
Now, according
to these manifests,
he then went by
trans-Siberian railroad
to a place called Cherlisk,
near Lake Boshna.
Cherlisk.
Okay.
What then?
The trail ends.
I'm sorry.
Where are you going?
I'm going to find
Mikhail Parlovsky.
Yeah, but you said he'd
only confess to the murder
if you turn
these papers over to him.
I'm not looking for him
for a confession.
I need him to find my father.
(sighing)
Rabb!
GRENIN:
Hold it
right there!
(tires squealing)
(door opening)
Sarah...
are you all right?
What? Yeah,
I'm fine. Why?
I called you last night.
Didn't you get my message?
Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton.
I had a migraine.
Oh. Oh, you should've
called me.
I would've come over
and taken care of you.
That's sweet.
Um... next time.
All right.
Uh, Coburn's here
for his deposition.
I've been covering
for you.
Coburn... Coburn v. Pitman,
the product liability suit?
Uh... yeah, right.
I'm sorry, Dalton.
Let me... grab my files.
I'll be right there.
All right.
Don't take too long.
Don't be alarmed,
Major MacKenzie.
(speaking Russian)
You know who I am.
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.
It's such a pleasure dealing
with intelligent people...
and do you know
why I'm here?
I don't have the documents.
Of course not.
Commander Rabb has them.
If you think that,
then why are you here?
I lost the Commander
after he left your building.
He's, uh, quite a...
an enthusiastic young man,
your Harmon Rabb.
Those papers
are very important to him.
No doubt.
Here's my offer:
Rabb returns
the dossier to me...
all copies are destroyed...
and I will swear,
I killed Konaplanik.
And you won't get prosecuted
because you have
diplomatic immunity.
Exactly.
I will simply
leave the country.
Did you... kill Konaplanik?
(chuckling)
I neither confirm... nor deny.
What if Rabb doesn't turn
over the documents to you?
Oh. Then he will be dead
within a week.
Sar--
Excuse me.
Uh, we're waiting.
PARLOVSKY:
I'm going.
Thank you
for listening to me.
With your
permission,
I will call you
this afternoon.
Good day, sir.
Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton.
Uh...
Uh...
What case was that?
Bud.
Oh, geez, sir,
don't you believe in footsteps?
What are you doing here?
Major MacKenzie sent me.
This is, uh, some boat.
What is it,
like, a, uh... a ferry?
Used to be.
It hasn't been
in operation for years.
Sent you for what?
Parlovsky contacted her.
Well, it didn't take him long.
He wants to meet you, sir.
Okay.
Good.
Anything else?
Yeah. I got you a bag
with some food, clothes,
cell phone and some cigars.
Thanks, Bud.
You bet.
What do you want me to do, sir?
Go home.
Forget you saw me.
No. Seriously,
what can I do to help?
I'm being serious, Bud.
If Admiral Chegwidden
found out you were here,
you'd be shoveling
snow in Yakutsk
for three years. Go on.
Wait, wait!
Don't-don't do this!
What?
A guy believes
in you, trusts you
offers you help,
and you diss him?
You can't do that.
Take it easy, Bud.
I'm your friend,
and right now you can use
all the friends
that you can get,
so don't tell me
to "take it easy, Bud"... sir.
Bud, it's because
you're my friend
that I don't want you to be
involved in this.
Sir, I've already
aided and abetted.
I don't know how much more
involved I can get.
All right.
(sighing)
You know the aviation museum
in Alexandria?
Stearman made
beautiful machines.
I know. I own one.
It belonged
to my father.
You fly?
In my youth. A little.
It's nice to see you
again, Commander.
Well, it's nice to see
you again, too, Colonel.
So, you have
something of mine?
Why are these documents
so important
to you, Colonel?
They're an embarrassment.
Russia must regain
its rightful status
as a world power.
To do so, we must
present a government
free of dishonesty
and free of corruption.
We must clean up
our act, as you say.
Releasing
American POWs
would be a good
place to start.
We have
no American POWs.
Colonel, the documents
say different.
Which is why
I must have them back.
Say I give you
these documents.
What's the quid pro quo?
I clear you
of the murder charge.
And help me
find my father.
Impossible.
Think of the goodwill,
Colonel.
POWs taken by former
regime sent home.
Hell, you might
even get
into the World Trade
Organization.
If I agree to help you,
there's no guarantee
we will find him.
I'm willing
to take that chance.
Gentlemen.
Hold it
right there, please.
Webb, what the hell
are you doing here?
Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky,
I'm Clayton Webb, CIA.
I know who you are, Mr. Webb.
WEBB:
Please keep
your hands
where I can
see them, Colonel.
Take it easy, Rabb.
You're still a fugitive,
remember?
I said no wires.
Get in the van!
Yeah!
No!
You might hit Rabb.
(panting)
The Israeli ammo
in the toilet
was a nice touch,
Colonel.
You shouldn't
leave your key
in such an
obvious place.
Excellent safe house.
(sighing)
(dry chuckle)
(speaking Russian)
Podlyetz!
If he was not dead,
I would have killed him again.
What are you talking about?
These are fake.
You're lying.
No, no, no.
You were buying
worthless fiction.
No!
Stay where you are.
(cocks gun)
This is a counterfeit,
Commander.
All made up.
There's no such a place
as Cherlisk or Lake Boshna.
You were duped, Commander.
So was I.
Konaplanik made
all this up,
and to think
I regretted killing him.
You said you'd help me.
Bury the dead, Commander.
That's my
help to you.
I'm going home.
Colonel...
are you telling me the truth?
I'm sorry.
I truly am.
CHEGWIDDEN:
And where is Parlovsky now?
On his way back to Russia, sir,
as far as I know.
And the dossier?
It never existed, sir.
It's over.
(sighing)
Not quite.
Yeoman.
Yes, sir.
As Lieutenant Roberts
is no doubt hovering outside
my door, would you please ask
him to come in?
Aye, aye, sir.
Admiral?
Lieutenant.
Would you kindly escort
Commander Rabb
back to the bench?
Good news.
JAG will defer charges
for the brig break
pending the outcome
of the court-martial.
Good. Listen,
Carolyn...
No, you listen.
I'm going for
justifiable homicide.
It's our only chance.
Carolyn...
You're gambling
with your life here, Harm.
I won't have any part of it.
It's justifiable homicide
or get yourself
a new lawyer.
I already have.
You're entitled
to civilian counsel,
but I think you're making
a big mistake.
Thank you for everything.
Good luck, then...
both of you.
Thanks.
Let's get to work.
Mr. Sahaj, you performed
a gunshot residue analysis
on Commander Rabb, correct?
Oh, yes.
What was the result?
We found traces
of barium
and antimony on his hand.
Indicating?
Commander Rabb fired a handgun.
Mr. Sahaj, when a person
fires a handgun, what happens?
Material comes out of
the bell like a cloud
and wraps itself
back around the shooter's hand.
Could this cloud
settle anywhere else?
Oh, yes.
On the target, uh...
people in the
line of fire...
people near
the shooter...
the gun itself...
How about a person
who picks up the gun
immediately
after it's fired?
Yes. We'd find
residue on his palm
and on his web.
So, if the shooter
were to aim the gun...
and I attempted
to stop him...
Sir, is this
exhibition necessary?
I don't know,
but it is interesting.
Continue, Ms. MacKenzie.
When the gun fires,
the residue cloud
would float back
and cover my hand.
Then if I were to wrestle
the gun from him,
I'd get residue
on my palm as well,
wouldn't I?
Thank you,
Lieutenant.
SAHAJ:
Yes, you
probably would.
So your reside analysis
does not prove conclusively
that Commander Rabb
fired the gun, does it?
He might
have been grabbing for it
when someone else fired it.
Objection.
Calls for
a conclusion.
JUDGE:
The man is an FBI
firearms expert.
We want to hear
his conclusions.
JUDGE:
Please answer
the question.
Yes, it's possible.
In fact, your analysis
might prove Commander Rabb
was trying to prevent
the shooting.
I-I suppose so.
MacKENZIE:
Thank you,
Mr. Sahaj.
Special Agent Novack...
have you ever seen
this piece
of cloth before?
Oh, no, ma'am.
I can't say that I have.
Would you be surprised
to learn
that I found it
at the murder scene
in a trapdoor leading
to the roof of the warehouse?
Nothing surprises me.
You surprised to learn
that there even was a trapdoor
leading to the roof?
I didn't see one.
Because you didn't look for one.
Objection. Where is this going?
Sir, the hair
and fiber report
of this cloth sample
indicates
the material
is karakul lamb,
grown primarily in Central Asia.
So?
So, it goes to reasonable doubt.
Someone else
was at the scene.
Someone who
wore a coat
manufactured
in Russia,
and that
person escaped
through the trapdoor,
onto the roof.
This is ludicrous.
You could have found
that piece of rag on the street
for all we know.
But I didn't.
I found it at the scene
yesterday.
And if the FBI had done
a thorough
investigation,
they would have
found it first.
Mikhail Parlovsky
is one of Russia's
top intelligence operatives.
Was he involved
in the murder?
If you call pulling
the trigger involved.
According to your files
on Colonel Parlovsky,
what is his weapon
of choice?
The nine-millimeter
SIG Sauer.
Like this one?
Like that one.
Put me on the stand.
No.
Mac, "reasonable doubt"
isn't going to cut it.
Well, I think
it will.
Mac, put me on the stand.
No.
I can handle
Mattoni.
Not a day goes by
you don't think
about your father.
You'd do anything
to find him
and God help the person
who gets in your way.
You're obsessed!
You're a time bomb!
All right, okay.
I get the idea.
Will we trust me
with your defense or not?
What if you're wrong?
There's always
the court-martial.
But I'm not wrong.
(sighing)
You're a hell of a lawyer,
Sarah.
Dalton, I, um...
Uh... you could
have come to me
before taking the case,
I would have understood.
It won't happen again.
You have a responsibility
to this firm...
and to me.
I know my responsibilities,
Dalton.
I spent a lot of time
and trouble
getting you this job.
Not to mention getting me
into bed.
Don't go there.
This isn't about that.
Oh, we're already there.
We both know why
you got me this job,
and it has nothing to do
with my lawyering skills.
You're wrong...
and you do us both
a disservice.
I think it'd be best...
if I left the firm.
You can't.
Excuse me?
You can't leave
someplace
you've never been to...
and you were never here.
I mean, not really, Sarah.
You seduced me, Dalton...
not just into bed--
I don't mind that.
You seduced me
into your world:
The money,
the prestige,
the gold name on the door...
And what's wrong with that?
It's not me.
I need to be
in a courtroom,
not behind a desk
writing briefs.
(sighing)
You're right.
I never was here
because I don't
belong here.
I am sorry if I misled you,
but I can't be
your briefcase carrier.
(sighing)
Say something.
I'm very...
angry with you...
and very...
disappointed
and... very...
very...
Did you hear what
I have to say?
I-I can't work
here anymore.
I don't care
where you work...
as long as
you come home to me.
Is there any other evidence
to be presented?
No, sir.
No further evidence,
sir.
JUDGE:
Very well.
It is the finding
of this inquiry that there is...
insufficient evidence
to warrant a court-martial.
I shall recommend to
the convening authority
that the charges against
Lieutenant Commander Rabb
be dismissed.
I suppose you think
I owe you now.
Oh, you bet.
MATTONI:
Nice play, Mac.
No hard feelings,
I hope, Rabb.
Absolutely not.
See you around, Mattoni.
Hey, Rabb...
Congratulations.
Webb, I don't know
whether to thank you
or ram your teeth
down your throat.
Parlovsky's back
in Moscow.
It's a pity.
We could have learned
a lot from him.
Oh, well, our paths
will cross again.
Hey, Commander...
The Navy takes care
of its own, doesn't it?
It's over, Novack.
Let it go.
The Navy may think
it's over.
The U.S. Attorney
disagrees.
The Director had a talk
with the Attorney General.
The theme was:
"Are military officers
above civilian law?"
Guess what the answer was?
Don't leave town,
Commander.
Don't let them
spoil your day.
I won't.
Well...
I guess this
is "good-bye" again.
Well, actually...
could I talk to you
about something?
I realize my leaving was abrupt
but I never meant you or JAG
any disrespect, sir.
It's just...
I felt I had to take advantage
of the opportunity.
It was a mistake, sir.
I think
I still have something
to offer.
So, with permission, sir,
I'd like to resume my duties.
Admiral, what Mac is trying
to say, sir,
is that returning to JAG
is not a fallback position.
What about your
long-term career goals?
How do I know you won't
feel like, uh...
spreading your wings
again next week?
Well, sir, I could offer
a lengthy argument
as to why
you should take me back.
I could talk
about serving
my profession
or my country.
The simple fact is,
JAG is where I belong.
Admiral, if she
leaves again
I will personally keel-haul...
Commander,
if I were you,
I would stop helping.
If it wasn't for
top-level intervention,
you would be in your cell
facing charges for brig break!
Yes, sir.
My request for resignation?
I got too busy to process it.
Thank you, sir.
It's good to be back.
That remains to be seen, Major.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
"Spreading your wings"?
Never mind.
Hey, Harm...
thanks for trying.
Does this mean
we're even?
Not even close.
Sir, this package
came for you.
Does this mean that
you're coming back?
Looks that way, Bud.
(both laughing)
BUD:
Welcome back, then.
We all missed you.
MacKENZIE:
Thank you, Bud.
What is that?
"This one is real."
Parlovsky?
Who is this, Harm?
RABB:
My father.
It was taken in 1980.