JAG (1995–2005): Season 4, Episode 14 - Webb of Lies - full transcript

Hey, it's Harm.

I can't take your call right now

but if you leave your
name and number

I'll get right back to you.

Rabb, it's Webb.

If you're there, pick up.

I need to talk to you.
It's an emergency.

He said it's an emergency.

It's always an
emergency with Webb.

Rabb, I know
you're there. Pick up.

Rabb.



Come on, come on, come on.

Yes?

Rabb...

Well, you're obviously
not the cleaning lady.

I'm Agent Candella from the
Central Intelligence Agency.

That gives you the right to
break into my apartment?

You're a friend of
Clayton Webb's?

Webb and I have worked
together from time to time.

We're having difficulty
locating Mr. Webb.

Well, I can assure you
he's not in my apartment.

His phone records indicate he
made a one-minute phone call

to you at approximately
10:50 last night.

You monitor his phone?

I told you, we're
having difficulty...



Locating him.
Yeah, you said that.

What did you two talk
about last night, Commander?

Nothing.

He left a message,
asked me to call him.

Excuse me.

Candella.

No. Nothing.

I'll be there.

If you hear from Webb,
please give me a call.

You have a nice place
here, Commander.

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

They're here.

Well, aren't you
going to open it?

I... I can't.

Don't you want to
see how well you did?

Yeah. I just can't
do it right now.

I can do it.

No. You can't do it, either.

Why not?

Because...

because Major MacKenzie
always reads me my grades.

What?

I'm usually so nervous
about getting my marks

that she does it for me.

And they always turn out great.

It's kind of like she
brings me good luck.

Then the major's
your good luck charm.

Yeah.

Then what am I? Unlucky?

A curse? Some bad mojo?

Harriet.

Forget it.

Morning, sir.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Hey, when was the
last time you saw Webb?

In Iran, when he briefed us

about the stealth aircraft. Why?

The CIA was at my apartment

this morning looking for him.

He's missing.

You think he's in trouble?

No. I'm sure it's nothing.

You know Webb.

Thanks. Yeah.

You wanted to see us, sir?

Please, have a seat.

About an hour ago, Clayton
Webb's body was found

on a freighter in the
Baltimore shipyards.

The, uh... CIA notified
me of Webb's death

only because of
our past relationship.

Before you start
asking me any questions

that's all I know.

You do want to know
more, though, sir, don't you?

Commander, I, um...

I want to know where to
send flowers to his mother.

I want to know where the
funeral's going to be held.

But, sir...

and I want to know
who the hell killed him.

Someone said there was

a hunky-looking
Commander in my office.

Where?

Hey, what's wrong?

I need you to get
me into the morgue.

The morgue?

Please tell me this is
not a fantasy of yours.

A friend of mine
was killed last night.

I'm sorry. Who was it?

Clayton Webb.

The man who
called you last night?

There were three
bodies brought in

over the last 24 hours.

Clayton Webb was one of them.

His body was badly burned

and had to be identified
from dental records.

The other two bodies were
found on the ship with him.

One was I.D.'d. The
other's still a John Doe.

Can you get me
copies of the autopsies?

Are you going to tell
me what this is all about?

I would if I knew, Jordie.

At approximately
0400 Zulu this morning

there was an explosion
aboard the Kamiko Maru

a Japanese freighter
out of Nagoya.

The cause of the explosion
is still under investigation

and the names of the
victims are being withheld

until notification
of next of kin.

But we do know that

Mr. Webb was one of them.

I had a hit on the
other names, sir.

A Shohei Wakita, computer
specialist out of Osaka.

Taught for a while at M.I.T.

I was able to pull
an article he wrote

off the Internet.

Take a look at the
top of page two here.

"While doing research at the
Bradenhurst Corporation..."

The Bradenhurst Corporation.

If Wakita worked
for Bradenhurst,

that means Defense
Security Division is involved.

We dismantled the D.S.D., sir.

Yeah, that's right,
and in doing so

left a bunch of unemployed
intelligence agents

scrambling to find work.

Bud, we need a flight
to Fort Leavenworth.

I'm on it, sir.

If anybody can tell
us what's going on

it's Clark Palmer.

Who are you?

Clark Palmer.

Who are you?

No prisoner has ever
escaped from Leavenworth.

Then where is he, Colonel?

You were just with
him, Commander.

That man is not
Clark Palmer. I know.

He's tried to kill me twice.

This is Clark Palmer, sir.

Well...

according to our records,
the man you just met

is Clark Palmer.

D.S.D. must have made
the switch after the trial.

The real Clark Palmer
probably never set foot

in this prison, Harm.

Which means he's been on
the streets for almost a year.

I still can't believe

that Clayton is dead.

I mean, I know that
he had some faults

and he pulled
some stunts, but...

Well, he almost got us killed

on more than one occasion.

Despite everything
that he put us through

there was just something
always kind of...

lovable about Clayton.

Apparently, not everybody
shared our sentiment.

Maybe Webb got caught up
in some sort of intelligence war

and Palmer murdered him.

When Palmer took me hostage

he kept bragging

about being a forensics artist.

The way Webb was killed
is too sloppy for Palmer.

I know the way he thinks.

Don't get inside
Palmer's head, Harm.

It's not someplace
you want to be.

It may be the only
way to find him.

Unless he finds you first.

Webb was not the only one

that Palmer had
a grudge against.

I'm not afraid of Palmer, Mac.

Well, I am, for you.

I hope he does come after me.

That would make finding
him a whole lot easier.

You're holding something
out on me, aren't you?

Rabb. It's Webb.

If you're there, pick up.

I need to talk to you.
It's an emergency.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.

Rabb, I know you're there.

Pick up.

Rabb!

Yes? Webb?

I didn't want to pick it up.

I figured...

I figured he was
trying to involve me

in another one of
his spook operations.

When I finally did
answer it, he was gone.

You had no way of knowing.

I know that.

I still feel guilty.

The guy reached out to me.

I let him down.

Palmer is out there.

Somewhere.

I can feel him.

Does Clayton Webb
know about this?

Hmm. Webb?

No. Mr. Webb is very careful
not to get his hands dirty.

That's why the company
has wet boys like you, huh?

Wet boys? You've been
reading too many spy novels.

That's what they call
assassins these days, isn't it?

I prefer to think of
myself as a forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can
walk up to some poor soul

put a gun to the
base of his skull

and blow his brains
out of his forehead.

But it takes true artistry to
have that same guy choke

on a hot dog at a baseball
game in front of 15,000 people

or suffer a stroke on the dance
floor at his daughter's wedding.

He's like a disease.

You know that...

that sick, eerie feeling you get

just before the flu
attacks your body.

Harm, I'm staying here tonight.

Mac, I'm a big boy
and I don't need

to be protected, but thank you.

Besides, if Palmer
wanted me dead

he's been out almost a year.

He'd have made a
move by now, right?

Yeah, I know

but it would make
me feel better.

I'll sleep on the couch

and I promise I
won't snore. Okay?

I just can't believe he's dead.

Well, you didn't
really like him anyway.

No, that's just it.

I didn't... but now
that he's dead...

Yeah, now you only see the good

and that's natural.

I'm just beginning to realize

what a really decent man he was.

He was very
dedicated to his job.

He... made tough
decisions without emotion.

He makes me think
that all my superstition

about opening my
grades is really silly.

Here.

No.

No?

No.

I mean, I'm sure you did great

but what if, by some
fluke you messed up

and then I open the letter

and forever I'm your
bad luck charm, so no.

You know, I think this
good luck/bad luck thing

is really stupid.

I have a beautiful wife

I have a great career,
I'm going to be a father.

I'm the luckiest
guy in the world.

Please?

Okay.

You were third in your class.

Really? Yes.

Wow.

I'm so proud of you.

Hey!

He kicked me.

No, he didn't.

He gave his daddy a high five.

Ooh!

Mac?

I'm sorry.

Um... I thought I heard
something out-outside

but it was nothing.

Go back to sleep.

Oh.

Is it always this cold in here?

You want me to turn the heat up?

Yeah, maybe a little.

You know, Mac, you
really should go home

and get a decent night's sleep.

I'm, I'm going to be all right.

I wouldn't sleep
even if I was at home.

I rarely do.

You want to talk about it?

All right.

I expected there to be death

when I joined the Marines

but not when I joined
JAG, not like this.

It's like everyone
around me keeps dying.

Hey.

You had nothing to do with this.

No?

Dalton would still be alive

if he hadn't been
involved with me.

My ex-husband wouldn't have died

if he hadn't come
back to see me.

You don't know that.

Okay? And you
certainly had nothing to do

with Clayton's death.

Look at me... I'm
crying like a big baby.

No wonder they don't
want women in combat.

Hey.

Men cry in combat all the time.

They just don't admit it.

Go on. Go back to bed.

I'm supposed to be here
watching out for you, remember?

Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

Good night, ninja girl.

Good night.

Would you mind if
I stripped it down?

What did you say?

Y-Your pistol.

Can I clean it for you?

It would give me
something to do.

Can you do it quietly?

Yeah.

Okay.

Good morning, sir.

Morning.

Hey.

Hi.

I have something for you.

The judge dismissed
your D.U.I. charge

without prejudice

due to extenuating
circumstances.

Thank you.

Try to contain your enthusiasm.

I'm sorry.

I have copies of the
autopsy reports you asked for.

What was the cause of death?

The two Japanese nationals

were killed by multiple
nine-millimeter gunshot wounds

most likely from an automatic.

And Webb?

The same.

However, he was
also severely burned

from the explosion
and ensuing fire.

I'm sorry.

Good morning.

Morning.

Um... am I interrupting?

Webb's autopsy report.

I have to get back to work.

I'll call you tonight?

Yeah. Okay.

It seems like she
takes good care of you.

You both do.

How you doing?

Hey! Hendricks.

Agent King, I have
those photographs for you.

CIA headquartes,
Agent Pape speaking.

Hey.

Who are you?

I'm Ray.

Ray. Hmm. Where's Howard?

Oh, didn't you hear?

He was in a car accident.

Oh, is he okay?

Well, actually, I heard
he got hurt pretty bad.

What were you
doing to my computer?

Oh, nothing, ma'am.

Just doing my dusting, you know.

What's in the rag?

Sorry?

Your rag. I saw you
put something in it.

Open the rag now.

You really shouldn't keep

food in your desk, ma'am.

It attracts them.

I don't.

Well, get rid of it.

Yes, ma'am.

According to this
autopsy report, sir

one of the men killed with
Webb aboard the freighter

was a Japanese scientist

with links to the
Bradenhurst Corporation.

If Bradenhurst
Corporation is involved

Defense Security
Division is involved, sir.

D.S.D. was dismantled.

Try telling that to special
agent Clark Palmer, sir.

I tried to contact
Palmer at Leavenworth

thinking he may
know who killed Webb.

He wasn't there.

What do you mean wasn't
there? Where the hell is he?

I have no idea, sir.

D.S.D. must have made
the switch with Palmer

before he got to Leavenworth.

This man is in there

posing as Palmer
serving his time.

There's a rumor of
a mole within the CIA

feeding information to
former D.S.D. agents.

Webb must have found the mole.

Actually, there's speculation
that Webb is the mole.

That is ludicrous, sir.

I would stake my life on it.

Palmer's free, that's
exactly what you're doing.

Sir, Webb may not have
always been aboveboard with us

but he always came
through in the end.

I owe him as much.

Sorry.

Did you know

that Mr. Webb was a musician?

No, I didn't know he competed
at the '88 Olympics either.

Get out of here.

Doing what?

Modern pentathlon.

Even though he's gone

he's still full of surprises.

I'll say.

Commander Rabb.

Who's Robin?

Roberts, sir.

What are you doing
here, Candella?

I'm heading up an
official CIA investigation.

Question is, what are
you two doing here?

Feeding the fish.
Watering the plants.

As a lawyer, I suspect
you're somewhat of a student

on human behavior, Commander.

You can tell when a person
is lying or concealing the truth

from their speech patterns,
their body language...

The very way that
they look at you.

Yes, I can.

Good.

'Cause you're acting
very much like a man

who knows something
he is not telling me.

I read the autopsy report.

I know that one of the
bodies found with Webb

aboard the freighter
was a Japanese scientist

working for the
Bradenhurst Corporation.

I also know that you're using us

like pointers on a bird hunt.

It's time to let
us in, Candella.

When the government decided

to shut down the
Defense Security Division

a lot of operatives got the axe.

Most of them were transferred
into other departments

but a few of them wound
up going into business

for themselves in
the private sector.

Intelligence beltway bandits.

Knowledge is power,
power is money.

Big money.

The CIA and these
rogue D.S.D. agents

have been fighting over
everything from intel on Saddam

to the latest technology
in stealth missiles.

Which is why these
rogue D.S.D. agents

have a mole in the CIA.

That's an unsubstantiated rumor.

Unfortunately,

the circumstances of Webb's
death add fuel to the rumor.

There are those in the company
that believe Webb was the mole.

Mr. Webb was not a mole.

I believe that.

But my superiors want to know
what he was doing on that ship.

That was not a CIA operation.

The director believes

that Webb was
working for the D.S.D.

Never happen.

You want to know
who killed Webb?

Find agent Palmer.

Clark Palmer?
He's in Leavenworth.

No, he isn't.

But why do I think
that you already

knew that, Candella?

I swear to you I didn't.

But I'm going to find out if
somebody above me did.

Sir, you don't think...

Let's feed the fish, Bud.

Yes, sir.

Spook ya?

What the hell are
you doing here?

I got a better question.

What the hell are
you doing talking

to Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb?

Webb called him
right before he died.

He knows you're
not in Leavenworth.

Well, now we got us a game.

He thinks you killed Webb.

He should know better.

That sloppy piece
of work on that ship

was your mess, not mine.

Well, some of us don't have

the taste for this sort
of thing like you do.

What were you doing
in my office today?

Somebody could
have recognized you.

I was accessing the
CIA's computer system.

You know, that superconductor
was never recovered.

You lied to me.

You'll get it as
soon as we find it.

And if you don't?

Then we both
lose a lot of money.

I don't like losing.

What are you
going to do, Palmer?

Kill me?

I already did.

Didn't anyone ever tell
you these things will kill you?

Dug up some more on

Shohei Wakita from
Interpol, Commander.

He's part of a team

working on a room
temperature superconductor

that was stolen
from a laboratory

in Osaka several months ago.

They think he stole it?

He disappeared
with the prototype.

Apparently Wakita wasn't aware

that the D.S.D. was funding
his research at Bradenhurst.

As soon as he found out

he split with the
superconductor.

So Webb was trying
to bring in Wakita

and the prototype.

So what makes
this superconductor

worth killing for?

A room temperature
superconductor

is the holy grail of
microprocessing.

If Wakita had
perfected such a device

it would bring about
a quantum leap

in computer speed.

It would be as if
everyone in the world

were using Commodore 64s

and you were using a
Cray supercomputer.

The technology would be
worth gazillions of dollars.

The military applications...

You'd have something
faster, smarter and deadlier

than anything anybody else had.

Exactly the sort of thing Palmer
would would kill to get their hands on.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Mrs. Webb's been
informed of your presence.

She'll be with you momentarily.

Ma'am.

Commander Rabb.

I'm sorry to bother
you, Mrs. Webb.

I'd like to offer
my condolences.

Thank you.

I know that this is a
difficult time, ma'am

but Clayton was a
friend of mine, and...

Clayton didn't
have many friends.

Even as a child he was a loner.

Would you like to come inside?

Thank you.

Mrs. Webb, when
was the last time

you saw Clayton?

We went riding on Sunday.

We do every weekend.

Did he seem troubled
to you, ma'am?

No.

Did he mention what
he was working on?

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Clayton would consider
such conversation

in very poor taste.

Of course he would, ma'am.

I apologize for mentioning it.

Nonsense, Commander.

You're trying to find

who in the intelligence
community killed him.

Commander, I met
Clayton's father, Neville

in the late '50s

while I was working
at Arlington hall.

Neville was...

distinguished, mysterious...

Clayton's the
spitting image of him.

Neville was with

the National Security
Agency at the time.

And I was breaking Russian codes

as part of Project Venona.

It was all very exciting.

I had hoped that
Clayton would become a...

a doctor or a teacher.

I would even have been
happy had he become a lawyer.

But he didn't.

Instead he decided

to follow in the family
business as it were.

You see, Commander, the
Webbs have always been...

Intelligence agents.

Such work has its risks.

But then so does
commuting on the beltway.

For men like my
husband and my son

there's no greater honor

than giving one's
life for one's country.

Excuse me.

You have a phone
call, Mrs. Webb.

Please take a message.

It's from

Lieutenant Abby Cowen, ma'am.

Thank you.

I'll be right there.

I'm afraid I must excuse myself.

I appreciate you coming here.

This is a difficult time for me.

But I find solace

in knowing that my son
has such a good friend

hunting for his killer.

Good-bye, Commander.

Ma'am.

I'll show myself out.

I just ran her name through
the military database.

Lieutenant Abby Cowen

is not in the Navy, Army,
Air Force or Marines, sir.

What about the Coast Guard?

You're back.

Yeah.

I went and saw Webb's mother.

How is she?

Resilient.

While I was there
she took a call

from a Lieutenant Abby Cowen.

Who's that?

I'm trying to find that out now.

You know that Webb's
father worked for N.S.A...

His mother broke Russian code?

I thought they were
old money types.

I guess code-breaking

runs in the family.

Why do you say that?

Well, after Harvard

Webb did some postgraduate work

at the National
Cryptographic School.

Webb ever work for N.S.A.?

Uh, 14 months to be exact.

Did he go to the State
Department after that?

Well, sort of.

I have him joining the
State Department in '92

which leaves four
years unaccounted for.

Supposedly, he was
traveling around the world.

Yeah, right.

Working for the CIA.

Abby Cowen could
be a man's name.

It wouldn't affect
the search, sir.

Harm?

Try local law enforcement.

Baltimore homicide department.

Yeah?

I think you might
want to see this.

I think I found
Lieutenant Cowen.

Lieutenant Abby Cowen...

is an anagram...

for Clayton Webb.

Webb is alive.

This is Lieutenant Roberts

at the Navy's Judge
Advocate General's office

calling for Agent Paul Candella.

Yes, I'll hold.

Why would Webb
go to these extremes

to make people think he's dead?

Easier to move around if
everyone thinks you're dead.

The safest way to recover
that superconductor.

Excuse me?

When?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Agent Candella's dead.

Palmer?

We better bring the
admiral up to speed.

Hey, Mac, you want to
check if he can see us?

Yeah.

Where you going, sir?

To find Webb.

Alone?

Sir, Major MacKenzie's

going to want to go
with you, and so do I!

She's safer here,
and so are you.

What about Palmer?

Palmer's my problem, Bud.

Commander, I really don't think

that this is a good idea.

Stand down, Lieutenant.

That's an order.

Hey, where's Harm?

He left, ma'am.

What do you mean, he left?

Where did he go?

To go find Mr. Webb.

I wanted to go with him;
he ordered me to stay here.

Well, why didn't he wait for me?

Because he cares
about you very much.

That's why he went alone.

Rabb... what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

How did you know I was alive?

Well...

I, uh, was at your
mother's house

when Lieutenant
Abby Cowen called.

Not bad.

You alone?

Yeah.

How do you know
you weren't followed?

Clay, that doesn't look good.

We need to get
you to a hospital.

No. It's just a flesh wound.

How the hell did you

find me?

It wasn't easy.

It wasn't

supposed to be.

So, are you going

to tell me what's going on

or are we going to
play 20 questions?

Two weeks ago

I made arrangements

to smuggle a Japanese
physicist into this country

with a superconductor
he developed

for the Bradenhurst Corporation.

I couldn't tell anyone
because someone in the C.I.A.

Has been leaking intelligence

to a group of former
D.S.D. agents.

You came here without backup?

Not very bright, Webb.

Hey, I managed to
ditch the superconductor

and still make it off the ship.

I didn't get a good look
at my would-be assassin

but I knew that sooner or later

he'd come back here
after the police left to find it.

I think our leak's an agent
named Paul Candella.

But I need proof.

Not anymore.

Candella's dead.

Palmer killed him.

Special Agent Clark Palmer?

I thought you put him in prison.

So did I.

So did everyone.

Hey, Harm.

Long time, no see, buddy.

"No one followed you," huh?

Now, where's that
superconductor?

You're not exactly
in a position to make

any demands, Palmer.

Oh, on the contrary.

You see, if I don't leave here

with that superconductor
in the next ten minutes

Rabb here will never see

Lieutenant Commander
Parker again.

Who's Lieutenant
Commander Parker?

Rabb's soon-to-be-dead
girlfriend.

You got a girlfriend?

You're bluffing.

Come on, Rabb.

I don't bluff.

Harm?

She should be at
your apartment by now

compliments of that
message you left her...

You know, the one about
the romantic dinner tonight?

Oh...

wait a second, that was me.

Boy, is she in for a surprise.

He's messing with your head.

Don't listen to him.

Call her, if you
don't believe me.

There's no answer.

Not even your answering machine?

That's strange.

It must mean I
disabled your phone.

Or maybe I rigged it to explode

with the first call it receives

meaning you just blew
your girlfriend to hell.

Oops.

Well, if she's dead, Palmer

then I have no
reason not to kill you.

Okay, okay.

She's alive... for now.

But she won't be

if I don't have that
freakin' superconductor.

Now, let's have it, Rabb.

The clock's ticking.

Ow!

Give it to him, Webb.

What?

Give him

the superconductor.

I can't.

We have no choice, Clay.

She could be my girlfriend, Harm

and I still wouldn't
give it to him.

You can't shoot me.

I'm the only one who
knows where it's hidden.

Ow! Oh...

Clay.

Get someone over to my apartment

right away and get off

this ship.

What about Palmer?

Palmer's my problem.

Go. I'll cover you.

King? King, it's Webb.

Yeah, I'm alive.

Listen, I need...

Mmm...

Rabb.

Game's over.

Oh...

Get it.

You do good work, Webb.

Palmer!

You okay?

Yeah.

Jordan?

Jordan.

Jordan?

Harm?

Hi...

Oh, my god.

What happened to you?

Oh, I-I... I ran into a door.

Oh...!

Hey, come on.

We got to get out of here.

What's wrong?

I'll explain later.

Where are we going?

Uh... how's the Plaza sound?

Oh...

We swept through
your apartment twice.

No bombs, no toxins, nothing.

He was there, Webb.

Harm, do you know

what the wilderness
of mirrors is?

MacKENZIE: It's a state

of extreme paranoia

experienced by spooks and
spies in the business too long.

Killing you would be too easy.

He wants you looking
over your shoulder

living in a world of fear
for the rest of your life.

Palmer's ultimate revenge

is leaving you in the
wilderness of mirrors.