JAG (1995–2005): Season 6, Episode 1 - Legacy: Part 1 - full transcript

Sergei.

Sergei!

Sergei!

Sergei!

Sergei!

"I am your friend."

Thought it might be useful, Sir.

I found it in the library.

Language Guide
For Invading Troops.

"G'dyeh da-RAW-gaw
no mahsk-Voo?"

"Which is the road to Moscow?"



Well, there's some general stuff

in there too, Sir.

If I may.

"G'dyeh oo-BAWR-na-ya?"

"Where is the toilet?"

Well, that'll definitely
come in handy.

Thanks, Tiner.

Yes, Sir.

Ship to shore's on line.

Mac...

Uh, here.

"Actual value of the
classified information

"not relevant to a
conviction under Article 106A

United States v. Schoof."



The espionage case?

Making a list and
checking it twice.

Commander Carlton
is going away for life.

We personally guarantee it.

Good.

Look, I left my notes on
the woman suing the Navy.

The one we rescued
from drowning?

Yeah, Bud'll cover it.

I will?

I've asked Agent Adachi

to come over to
review his testimony.

I don't want anything
slipping through the cracks

on the Carlton case.

You're still here.

Apparently not, Sir.

I'm disappointed I'll be missing

the Colonel's case.

Commander, your
assignment is just as valuable

as anything we're doing here.

Yes, Sir.

Now, are you prepared
to help the Russians?

Admiral, their military
law on the books is fine.

It's the administration
that's questionable.

I have some suggestions, Sir.

I'm sure you do.

This advisory mission
was set up at a high level.

Be diplomatic.

Yes, Sir.

Aren't I always?

Just don't shoot holes
in any courtroom ceilings.

Renee, this was so nice of you.

One little problem
with the dress.

You looked so fabulous
at that ball, Harriet.

Thank you.

But the dress... I took it
to the dry cleaners twice.

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

I'm so sorry.

Madonna eats a
lot of cheesecake.

She'll think she made
that stain herself.

You think maybe someday

a sailor might make me a mommy?

Yes.

We have no borscht today.

Will you take me to the airport?

Do you really have
to go to Russia, Harm?

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

It's my job, Renee.

Couldn't Mac go?

Renee, this is an opportunity

to reform Russian
military justice.

It's important.

Here is your office.

Welcome to Moscow.

Colonel, I was
told I'd be meeting

with the Senior Procurator.

Oh, he's a very busy man.

Well, I'm sure he is

but if he can't find the time

maybe he should
delegate somebody else

to listen to my suggestions.

You can begin by
familiarizing yourself

with our, uh, legal processes.

I've brought you

a selection of files.

This is from 1963.

A broad selection.

It's in Russian.

I will arrange language lessons.

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

Perhaps you would
like to, uh... meet ladies?

You are our guest.

Colonel, I'm here to help reform

the Russian military
system of justice.

You will have better
luck with ladies.

MacKENZIE: Commander
Wade Carlton sold out his country.

He violated his oath to
defend the Constitution

in the most heinous
way possible...

Trading his honor for cash.

He sold military secrets
to Russian agents

and then crept away
like a thief in the night.

Objection as to
the characterization

of my client as a thief.

MacKENZIE: How
about a spy in the night

a traitor, a turncoat?
Your Honor?

Both sides are entitled
to some poetic license.

You'll get your
chance, Mr. Flowers.

Overruled.

We will prove each and
every charge and specification.

And when all the evidence is in

I am convinced
that you will convict

Commander Carlton

of the most serious charge

that any court-martial has
to consider... espionage.

Hello...

Z'drast-voo-tyeh?

Z'drasat...

voo-tyeh?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Uh-oh, this is not the toilet?

Nyet. No.

This used to be the toilet.

I could believe that.

It's not the toilet now.

You are the American.

Yes.

And already at work.

Well, not quite.

I don't speak or
read Russian, so...

I can help.

Omsk garrison.

A tank mechanic ran away

and broke the window
of a butcher shop

and stole... 20 kilos of lamb.

Sounds serious.

Also Omsk garrison.

Three privates hijack
a truck of tomatoes.

Maybe they were
going to get together

and make a shish kebob.

Again Omsk garrison
adjutant found shot

in dispute with
local Mafia boss.

They fight over
ownership of a nightclub.

They were partners.

His men are stealing food

and he has enough
money to own a nightclub?

Sounds like he was
stealing their pay.

Exactly.

You're not drunk.

Captain...?

Volkonov.

And you're not a naive
and stupid American

Commander Rabb.

Thank you.

I just wanted to see.

Why?

Because in these bad
days for the Russian Army

there is so much corruption

about which some of my superiors

are complacent.

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

Some do-gooder in the
Kremlin arranged your mission.

But these people
see no advantage in it.

But you do.

I want to go after one
of the corrupt ones.

A Colonel General,
and I need help.

An objective
outsider will be useful.

Especially one with protection
as an American guest.

Do you have
anything better to do?

Tonight, on Treasure Island

an unexpected turn
when four contestants

compete for crucial points
in an open water raft race.

Marcie Reynolds,
the leader, is delayed

by an encounter with
the United States Navy.

Wow, she's a real fighter.

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

Job related research, gentlemen?

Yes, sir.

That's the woman suing us.

Should have tossed her back in.

Commander Carlton
first came under suspicion

when he showed up
in surveillance photos.

He was with Andrei Suknoff

an intelligence operative
at the Russian embassy.

And that led the Bureau

to put Commander
Carlton under surveillance?

That's correct.

Agent Adachi, tell us

what happened on
July 12 of this year?

I followed Commander
Carlton from the Pentagon

to a strip mall in Arlington

where I saw him
make a dead drop.

A dead drop?

He put a briefcase

into a used clothing bin
run by a charity organization.

An hour later, a Russian
national dressed in coveralls

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

And what did you do?

I detained the Russian

and took possession
of the briefcase.

Referring to Exhibit Seven?

Yes. It contained
several computer disks.

As previously testified,
those disks contain

deployment schedules
for the Atlantic Fleet

bidding specifications
for the next generation

Joint Strike Fighter

and a variety of other files
from Naval Intelligence?

That's right.

Then a judge granted
us a search warrant.

We arrested the defendant
and searched his home.

And what did you find there?

$38,000 in a frozen waffle box.

Thank you, Agent Adachi.

Your witness.

Mr. Flowers, I'm going
to save that for morning.

This court will
recess until 0900.

Colonel...

we need to talk.

What's wrong with meeting
in my office, Mr. Flowers?

You don't like the decor?

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

You think we'd bug you?

My client wishes
to discuss a plea

in exchange for his cooperation.

Cooperation about what?

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

We know he worked alone.

We're done, Staff Sergeant.

You think you know
everything, Colonel?

I know you're going
to prison for life.

You should listen
me! That's enough.

Watch your head.

Colonel, at least
keep an open mind.

If he pleads guilty, I'll
listen to his confession.

You're removing any incentive.

Incentives for what?

What does he have to say?

I don't know.

He's desperate.

You have to listen
to him... we don't.

MacKENZIE: Mic,
you're overreacting.

Mac, you were close enough

to that bomb to
scorch your hair.

So I go a few split ends.

Sarah, for once, be serious.

Mic, I can take care of myself.

Just my luck...

I fell in love with Sheena,
queen of the jungle.

You know it turns you on.

A bit.

Don't you have to get up early

and start your new
job in the morning?

What, are you sending me home?

I have to get an
early start tomorrow.

We're you really happy
to see me move here?

Didn't I look happy?

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

but looking back

I think maybe I
should have called

and talked it over.

Before putting your
naval career on hold

and moving 12,000 miles
without even telling me?

When you put it that way
it doesn't sound so big.

Mic, you make me very happy.

So, I'm sorry, really

but you have to
get out of here...

by 0500.

I was conscripted
under communism.

I was going to do my time

and then go back to school

to study poetry

but communism died
and I didn't need poetry,

so the army sent me to
Moscow State University

to study law.

This is my car.

For the first time
in Russian history

the laws were going to matter.

I studied the codes.
The laws are fine.

In books.

In books, even
communism sounded fine

but in practice

anybody they
want to get, they get

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

307 Bushkin Prospect.

This is the home of Colonel
General Arkady Krylov

16 rooms, a dozen baths, sauna

four-car garage, five cars...

but his salary is
3,000 rubles a month...

$110.

Maybe he rents out
some of the rooms.

Maybe.

Maybe he diverts

his own men's pay

and invest it in the
pyramid schemes.

Maybe he shakes down
businessmen for krysha...

Military protection...
Maybe he sells weapons.

And they won't let
you move against him.

Not enough evidence.

This house is enough evidence.

He sells arms.

Even to the Chechens.

You're fighting the Chechens.

He's fighting the Chechens.

He is Deputy Commander
of Western Caucasus Forces.

Apparently, he doesn't care.

Well, the Russian people care.

I've read the papers.

There's anti-Chechen hysteria.

We prefer to call it
"pro-Russian patriotism."

Whatever.

So all we have to do is
catch him selling weapons

to the enemy and then
nothing can protect him?

That's all?

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

Well, you have
anything better to do?

The war in Chechnya
continues unabated.

Russian troops advanced
on Chechen strongholds

and claim the rebels
are on the retreat.

Russian president Vladimir
Putin vows to quash the opposition

in the breakaway republic
by the end of the year.

Anything Commander
Carlton didn't try to sell?

Maintenance reports, Los
Angeles-class submarines

test results for a
failed experiment

with mine-seeking dolphins?

That's quite a list.

Commander Carlton
went through the Pentagon

like it was a yard sale, sir.

He shipped it all
to the Russians:

the garbage and the goodies.

"Ship's technical manual
for turbine generators."

Huh. What's this?

Uh, schematic drawing

of some kind of
industrial facility, sir.

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

We never determined
what it was, sir.

Maybe they killed him

to make him stop sending
them so much junk.

"Road map to Michigan," hmm.

All right, so, where's
the fatal secret?

We're looking at
everything again, sir.

FBI wiretaps, surveillance
photos, financial records.

Phone records. Sir...

Carlton started calling
one new number

after he was confined.

Ma'am.

Area code 990?

I don't think that exists.

Yes?

Hello. I got your number

from Wade Carlton.

Never heard of him.

Webb?

Mac?

So, Captain Volkonov, Moscow

remembers us after all.

We are all following
your progress

subduing the
Chechen bandits, sir.

But you must know that.

I'm sure you return
home occasionally

to see your wife, family.

When duty allows.

Commander, I rather gathered

your country is
disappointed in our conduct

in this war.

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

Tell me, then, why are you here?

I'm on an advisory mission, sir

from the International Institute
of Military Jurisprudence

to consult on the modernization

of your system
of military justice.

Have there been any complaints?

I wouldn't know, sir.

The request for the
consultation came from the office

of your minister of defense.

Probably the same way

that the Minister of
Finance asked your country

for a $50 billion
loan guarantee.

Did the Minister of
Defense also suggest

that you pursue your
mission in Chechnya?

Well, sir, justice is

always hardest to administer
in front-line conditions.

I thought if I saw
how it worked here

it would give me a feeling
for the entire situation.

Well, of course, it is
an honor to cooperate

with the International Institute
for Military Jurisprudence.

I will arrange for you to
see anything you want.

Let's see, under "D" or "R."

There's no telling, ma'am.

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

You'd think a drowning person

would thank the
people who saved her.

You'd think.

"S"... shipwrecked. Genius.

Bud actually has
to prepare papers

to rebut her, too.

When depositions are
scheduled, there's more research.

Anything else I
can help you with?

Yeah, slug the next person

that tells me I'm
glowing, will you?

Yes, ma'am.

And if you see
Tiner, tell him... Oh!

Ma'am?

Ow!

Somebody get me a chair!

No, no, no. Floor's
better. It's okay.

Ooh!

I know C.P.R., ma'am.

I'm not drowning, Gunny. Oh!

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

I'll go get the scissors.

No! It doesn't feel like
contractions, Admiral.

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

Can you walk?

Yes, sir. Yes.

Okay.

Gunny, go get her covers.

Yes, sir.

Let's go. Ah!

There is the Sunzha
river, Commander.

It used to float
barges to the oil fields

when the oil fields
were working.

You speak very good
English, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Where are the Chechen lines?

In the mountains

but they have a bad habit

of not sticking
to their lines, sir.

I heard they shot
down an aircraft

near Bachi-Yurt and attacked

an armored train near Gudermes.

Gudermes,
Commander? Not possible.

The Chechens put
it on their website.

If you believe
everything Chechens say

you cannot be a
very good lawyer, sir.

Can you take us to Kamyshev?

The armory, sir?

Yeah, that must be well guarded.

Can you take us there?

Is restricted to those

with proper
authorization, Captain.

General Krylov said we
could go anywhere we wanted.

That's not what he told me, sir.

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

but could you for once
just answer a question?

No.

Commander Carlton is
dead, the case is closed.

Then why are we here?

Why did he call you?

Webb, two marine
guards were killed.

All right, there's
not much to tell.

He called you four times

and all you talked
about was the Redskins?

He offered to go double

to provide misinformation
to the Russians

but it was too late.

He'd already been arrested.

But he kept calling?

He was desperate.

He claimed to
know something big.

I figured I'd wait until
you convicted him.

I'd have more leverage.

You don't know what
the big secret was?

Nope.

Who would?

Well, the Russians were the ones

he was in the
secrets business with.

Well, there's a man
that he dealt with

at the Russian
embassy named Suknoff.

Andrei Suknoff, a
colonel in the SVR

or whatever the KGB
is calling itself this week.

Where was Suknoff
when the bomb went off?

Geneva... he left the states

two hours after Carlton was
picked up and hasn't been back.

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

Why?

When he worked at Moscow
Central he had a falling out

with a superior
named Vladimir Putin

The same Putin who is
now the Russian president?

It's going to be hell
on Suknoff's career.

But he still has
friends in the military.

If he had Carlton killed

it was probably on their say-so.

Why?

I don't think they'd tell you

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

called Colonel
General Arkady Krylov.

I could use a little
food. How about you?

Could you direct us to the
officer's mess, Sergeant?

Beyond the fuel
tanks... But I don't know

if Commander Rabb
can stomach the food.

Do you hate all Americans
or just me, Sergeant?

Do you think all
Russians are idiots, sir?

Or just me? Sergeant!
Explain yourself.

You are here to inspect
our military justice system?

Do you expect
anybody to believe that?

Why are we here, Sergeant?

Because we are war
criminals, Commander

massacring the angelic Chechens.

That's what the Europeans say.

And the Americans.

We are here... to investigate
corrupt Russian officers

who are selling weapons
to angelic Chechens

not soldiers who
are doing their duty.

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

I found a fragment
of the missile.

It was an Igla... Russian.

How do you think the
Chechens got this missile.

I don't know, sir.

I know the rumors.

The rumors

about Colonel General Krylov?

The General and I have
not discussed them, sir.

Do you have proof?

No. Do you know
where we can get proof?

He is my Commanding Officer.

He can send me
into Chechen territory.

He can have me killed.

He already nearly got
you killed with that missile.

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

General Krylov

controls the armory at Kamyshev.

People say sometimes the
supply convoys from Kamyshev

reach the troops

with fewer weapons
than the manifest lists.

He sells weapons to the Chechens

and delivers half-empty
crates to his own troops.

I am to provide the
aerial reconnaissance

for a convoy from
Kamyshev tomorrow.

It might be interesting to see

what's in those boxes.

Or what isn't.

I'm not looking for
a starter Porsche.

What have you got
in the 911 turbo?

I'll get back to you.

Admiral.

I guess Navy doctors

got a pay raise
Navy lawyers missed.

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

Heading into private practice.

She's got a problem.

Just a little pain.

Sharp or dull?

Sharp. It's right here.

What happened to Dr. Kalstone?

He was transferred, Japan.

Any spotting? No.

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

You'll check
amniotic fluid levels

look for placenta previa?

You're not a doctor,
are you, Admiral?

No. I just, uh,
delivered her first baby.

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

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

Oh, yeah, got it. Yeah.

Thank you.

That's the convoy from Kamyshev.

Set it down in front of them.

I've been ordered to Bamut.

I'll be back

as soon as I can.

Lieutenant Foteyev.

There's no placental
abnormalities.

Fluid volume is normal.

Looks like a slight ligament
strain near the uterus.

Have you been
doing a lot of lifting?

I have an 18-month-old son.

Enough said. I'll
give you a painkiller

that won't hurt
you or your baby.

Look at that... The
head jerked back.

Why?

Hiccups.

Don't worry. She's fine.

"She"?

You didn't know?

It's a girl?

Admiral, it's a girl!

It's a girl!

This manifest says
15 Igla missiles

like the one that shot
down Sergeant Zhukov.

That's exactly
what's in this truck.

Well, you said 20
cases of AK-47s.

They're all here.

What did you expect, Sir?

So we have proved
exactly nothing.

Captain

I would like to move again soon.

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

but we should be at our
destination before nightfall.

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

Yes, sir.

Each escort takes us to
the edge of their sector.

Our armored vehicles
from Stary Achkoi

turned back an hour ago.

And your air recon
was just sent elsewhere.

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

Unless somebody tells them

there is a lightly
guarded weapons convoy.

Where is your next armed escort?

They were diverted to Bamut.

There was, uh,
terrorist activity there.

That's why the
weapons are still here.

The convoy is being
set up for an ambush.

Hey, love.

Mic...

Wh-What are y... You forgot.

Le Vendome, 1930.

Stuff Le Vendome.

Australian beach burgers

topped with cheese, bacon
and fried eggs. I guess

those crazy worries about
dropping dead of a heart attack

haven't reached Down Under.

In Oz, we enjoy
life. Don't we, Jingo?

Only enough for two.

Evening, Colonel.

Since you're so interested

in the Carlton murder, I
thought you might want to hear

the forensics results.

Mmm, it smells like a
bistro I knew in Belgrade.

One of Milosevic's
henchmen was poisoned there.

Uh... Mic, you
know Clayton Webb.

The spy. G'day, mate.

I haven't seen you since
Australia, Commander

when you and Rabb broke
Lieutenant Roberts' jaw.

I don't remember
seeing you in Australia.

Oh, I didn't say you saw me.

Webb, you said

you had forensics. Yes, Colonel.

This is need-to-know.

Oh, I need to know. Why?

MacKENZIE: Mic...

Jingo needs a walk.

I-I'll watch the burgers.

Come on, Jingo.

We'll tell our own secrets.

Analysis of the bomb
residue indicates Semtex.

Very popular behind
the old Iron Curtain.

And about as easy
to buy as Coca-Cola.

How was it detonated?

Remote control.

The killer was watching.

He was there? You
could have waved to him

if you hadn't been
distracted by pieces

of a Ford flying over your head.

Did he leave
anything we can trace?

This was under a bush
50 yards from the car.

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

A specialty model
sold over the Internet.

Only 45 shipped to
the Washington area

in the past three months.

Forty-five?

When do you want to start?

Lieutenant, turn
this convoy around.

On whose authority, sir?

There's too many of them.

So we go down shooting.

They will sing songs
about the fighting barristers.

They're flanking us.

They're going to try
and take us up close.

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

All right.

MacKENZIE: Colonel.

What if she wants to play dolls?

I don't know how to play dolls.

Bud, it's the 21st century.

Maybe she'll want
to play football.

Oh, that would be good.

What do you think, Mr. Webb?

After this one, we
can have lunch.

Somebody here ordered a
Hyper-Turbo Cabin Cruiser

with remote control.

Hello, Sarah.

It's delightful to
see you again.

Webb, you know Mark Falcon.

Also know as Major Sokol

of the Russian Federal
Security Service.

You're looking for a killer.

He was here, but he's gone.

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

I only arrived in
Washington last night.

My plane ticket and visa

are in this pocket.

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

How the hell are we
going to get out of here?

Eventually, somebody
will come down this road.

The Russians or Chechens?

Would you rather try to
walk back to our lines?

Which way would that be?

That depends on what
the Chechens did last night.

They're highly motivated
against us, you know.

Stalin deported their
entire nation to Siberia.

Thousands died.

Maybe one of your sergeants
is sympathetic to their cause.

Sergeant Zhukov?

He said he was coming back.

What did he do, forget?

MacKENZIE: We checked him out.

He arrived in the country
after Carlton was killed.

And this Russian spy
is an old friend of yours?

Yeah. He kind of
saved my life and Harm's

when we were in Russia.

But he's really from Texas?

He was raised there.

His parents were Russians
spying on NASA in Houston.

Oh, family business.

Very heartwarming.

And the assassin you
traced to that house, uh...

Maybe a cousin?

Well, Mark doesn't
know who he is.

He's trying to find out, too.

"Mark"?

That's his name, Mic.

Yeah, one of them.

Look, Le Vendome will
only hold the table till 8:00.

Let's go.

Sarah.

Mark?

Yes.

Mark Falcon, Mic Brumby.

I'm, uh, interrupting?

No worries, mate.

Spies usually drop
by about this time

but we were just
going out, so, uh...

If you have a minute, Sarah

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

Doesn't anybody
use e-mail anymore?

I'm afraid it's
rather sensitive.

Uh, Mic...

Jingo!

Sergeant.

What'd you do, come
back to count the bodies?

You're alive!

Yeah, no thanks to you.

I... I've been
trying to find you.

I just found out the
convoy did not arrive.

Now who's treating
who like an idiot?

When we told you we
suspected General Krylov

you picked this convoy.

You dropped us here just
before it was ambushed

and you took off on some
imaginary "radio call."

It was real. I... I was
ordered to Bamut

to provide recon for
an armored company.

You're lying.

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

His name is Vasily Rokotov.

He killed Commander Carlton.

Something familiar about him.

He used to be in the Russian
Army... demolitions expert.

How do you know he's our guy?

There are factions

within the Russian Intelligence.

Mine had surveillance
on Rokotov's contact

in the Russian Embassy.

Who is, I gather, in
some other faction?

Which includes
General Arkady Krylov?

Apparently.

Why would they
want Carlton killed?

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

You have the material Carlton

gathered for them, don't you?

No. Don't you?

Not all of it.

The operation was part rogue.

We did know that
Rokotov was paid

for some unspecified job.

Killing Carlton.

And also for an
earlier unspecified job

that was canceled and
presumably rescheduled.

So this Rokotov is out
there killing somebody else?

Where is he?

We don't know.

The job that was canceled was
somewhere in the United States.

Outside Washington.

Carlton had a road
map of Michigan.

What about Michigan?

Anything else?

Well, there was a plan of a
building... some sort of factory.

Roberts, not another word.

Tell us.

No.

No, this is my business now.

Roberts, place him
under arrest for espionage.

He's not subject to
military jurisdiction.

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

Sarah...

what happened to our...

spirit of cooperation?

Mark, tell.

President Putin was scheduled

to visit the United
States in June.

His trip was canceled.

His itinerary was
never announced.

He was supposed to
tour a car factory in Detroit.

"Rouge."

This could be the
Ford River Rouge Plant.

So Carlton was killed

because he guessed...

They were going to kill
the President of Russia.

And they still are.

What do you know
about my father?

Lieutenant Harmon Rabb, Senior.

Phantom pilot in Vietnam.

Shot down in 1969.

Taken to Russia by KGB.

Escaped from Siberian Gulag

and taken in by a farm woman
in the village of Svishchevo.

Died defending
her from an attack

by drunk Russian soldiers.

Where did you get
this information?

The farm woman who took
him in... she's my mother.

So the same man
who killed our spy

is now off trying to kill
the President of Russia?

That's... the way
it appeared, sir.

And we know this because
someone in Maryland

ordered a toy boat
over the internet?

A piece of which
ended up in a bomb

that killed our spy, sir.

And according to Mark Falcon

the assassin Vasily Rokotov

worked for a rogue
faction of the former KGB.

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

Sir, you were with us in Russia

when Falcon saved my
life and Commander Rabb's.

And he would have used
you for target practice, Colonel

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

The question is, now
what side is he on?

Just what I was
thinking, Admiral.

You know, Webb,
it really bothers me

that our brains may
be working in tandem.

So what else are we thinking?

That Colonel MacKenzie
should go to Russia immediately.

Why? Falcon said the
Federal Security Service

was taking care
of the situation.

I-it's their problem.

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

We don't want Russia
reverting to communism

or going ultranationalist
or descending into anarchy.

What, and you think Falcon does?

We can be sure
what side he's on.

It's in our own national
interest to help him

whether he wants us to or not.

Isn't that the CIA's job?

We can't work openly over there.

Mac can.

In Russia?

As a United States
Marine JAG officer?

As a United States

Marine JAG officer

who was pursuing the assassin

who killed the defendant
you were prosecuting

for espionage, and
murdered two Marine guards.

I would love to nail them, sir.

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

So?

All right, Mac. Go get him.

Yes, sir.

Webb...

You'd better keep an eye on her.

Your mother?

And my f... my father?

He was my father, too.