Sergei.
Sergei. Sergei.
Sergei!
Sergei.
I am your friend.
I thought it might be useful, sir. I found it in the library.
Language Guide for Invading Troops.
"Which is the road to Moscow?"
Well, there's some general stuff in there too, sir. If I may...
"Where is the toilet?"
Well, that'll definitely come in handy. Thanks, Tiner.
Yes, sir.
Ship-to-shore's online.
- Negative preliminary statement now. - Aye, aye.
Mac.
Here. " Actual value of the classified information
not relevant to a conviction under Article 106a.
United States v. Schoof. "
- The espionage case? - Making a list and checking it twice.
Commander Carlton is going away for life.
We personally guarantee it.
Good.
Look, I left my notes
- on the woman suing the Navy. - The one we rescued from drowning?
- Yeah, Bud will cover it. - I will?
I've asked Agent Hidachi to come over and review his testimony.
I don't want anything slipping through the cracks on the Carlton case.
You're still here.
Apparently not, sir.
I'm disappointed I'll be missing the colonel's case.
Commander, your assignment is just as valuable
as anything we're doing here.
Yes, sir.
Are you prepared to help the Russians?
Admiral, their military law on the books is fine.
It's the administration that's questionable.
- I have some suggestions, sir. - I'm sure you do.
This advisory mission was set up at a high level.
- Be diplomatic. - Yes, sir.
Aren't I always?
Just don't shoot holes in any courtroom ceilings.
Renee, this was so nice of you. One little problem with the dress.
You looked so fabulous at that ball, Harriet.
Thank you. But the dress... I took it to the dry cleaner's twice.
They can't get the cheesecake stain out of it.
- I'm so sorry. - Madonna eats a lot of cheesecake.
She'll think she made that stain herself.
You think maybe someday a sailor might make me a mommy?
Yes. We have no borscht today.
Will you take me to the airport?
Do you really have to go to Russia, Harm?
I mean, can't they fix their own stupid laws by themselves?
- It's my job, Renee. - Couldn't Mac go?
Renee, this is an opportunity to reform Russian military justice.
It's important.
Here is your office.
Welcome to Moscow.
Colonel, I was told I'd be meeting with the senior procurator.
Oh, he's a very busy man.
Well, I'm sure he is, but if he can't find the time,
maybe he should delegate somebody else to listen to my suggestions.
You can begin by familiarising yourself with our legal processes.
I've brought you a selection of files.
This one's from 1963.
A broad selection.
- It's in Russian. - I will arrange language lessons.
Look, I don't have that kind of time.
Perhaps you would like to meet ladies? You are our guest.
Colonel, I'm here to help reform the Russian military system of justice.
You will have better luck with ladies.
Commander Wade Carlton sold out his country.
He violated his oath to defend the Constitution
in the most heinous way possible, trading his honour for cash.
He sold military secrets to Russian agents
and then crept away like a thief in the night.
Objection to the characterization of my client as a thief.
How about a spy in the night? A traitor? A turncoat?
Your Honour?
Both sides are entitled to some poetic licence.
You'll get your chance, Mr. Flowers.
Overruled.
We will prove each and every charge and specification.
And when all the evidence is in,
I am convinced that you will convict Commander Carlton
of the most serious charge that any court martial has to consider:
Espionage.
Hello.
Hello?
Hello. Hello!
This is not the toilet?
No.
This used to be the toilet.
I believe that. Not the toilet now.
- You are the American. - Yes.
And already at work?
Well, not quite. I don't speak or read Russian, so...
I can help.
"Omsk garrison.
A tank mechanic ran away
and broke the window of a butcher shop
and stole 20 kilos of lamb."
Sounds serious.
Also, "Omsk garrison.
Three privates hijack a truck of tomatoes."
Maybe they were gonna get together and make a shish kebab.
Again. "Omsk garrison adjutant
found shot in dispute with local Mafia boss.
They fight over ownership of the nightclub.
They were partners."
His men are stealing food and he has enough money to own a nightclub?
Sounds like he was stealing their pay.
Exactly.
You're not drunk.
- Captain...? - Volkonov.
And you're not a naive and stupid American,
Commander Rabb.
Thank you.
- I just wanted to see. - Why?
Because in these bad days for the Russian army,
there is so much corruption,
about which some of my superiors are complacent.
These the same superiors who stuck me in the toilet here?
Some do-good in the Kremlin arranged your mission,
but these people see no advantage in it.
But you do.
I wanna go after one of the corrupt ones,
a colonel general, and I need help.
An objective outsider will be useful.
Especially one with protection as an American guest.
Do you have anything better to do?
Tonight on Treasure Island: An unexpected turn
when four contestants compete for crucial points
in an open-water raft race.
Marcy Reynolds, the leader,
is delayed by an encounter with the U.S. Navy.
Wow, she's a real fighter.
I had 20 bucks on her to win the whole thing.
- Job-related research, gentlemen? - Yes, sir.
That's the woman suing us.
Moron!
- Get your hands up. - Rat!
They should have tossed her back in.
Commander Carlton first came under suspicion
when he showed up in surveillance photos.
He was with Andrei Suknoff,
an intelligence operative at the Russian embassy.
And that led the bureau
to put Commander Carlton under surveillance?
- That's correct. - Agent Hidachi,
can you tell us what happened on July 12th of this year?
I followed Commander Carlton from the Pentagon
to a strip mall in Arlington where I saw him make a dead drop.
A dead drop?
He put a briefcase into a used-clothing bin
run by a charity organisation.
An hour later, a Russian national dressed in coveralls
with the name of the charity on them opened the box.
What did you do?
I detained the Russian and took possession of the briefcase.
Referring to Exhibit 7?
Yes. It contained several computer disks.
As previously testified,
those disks contained deployment schedules for the Atlantic Fleet,
bidding specifications for the next-generation Joint Strike Fighter,
and a variety of files from Naval Intelligence?
That's right. Then a judge granted us a search warrant.
We arrested the defendant and searched his home.
And what did you find there?
Thirty-eight thousand dollars in a frozen-waffle box.
Thank you, Agent Hidachi.
Your witness.
Mr. Flowers, I'm gonna save that for morning.
This court will recess until 0900.
Okay.
Colonel?
We need to talk.
What's wrong with meeting in my office?
You don't like the decor?
I don't like what might be hidden in the decor.
You think we'd bug you?
My client wishes to discuss a plea in exchange for his cooperation.
Cooperation about what?
We know what he gave up and whom he gave it to.
We know he worked alone. We're done, staff sergeant.
You think you know everything, colonel?
I know you're going to prison.
- You should listen to me. - That's enough. Watch your head.
Colonel, at least keep an open mind.
He pleads guilty, I'll listen to his confession.
- You're removing any incentive. - Incentives for what?
- What does he have to say? - I don't know.
He's desperate. You have to listen to him. We don't.
Mic, you're overreacting.
Mac,
you were close enough to that bomb to scorch your hair.
So I got a few split ends.
Sarah, for once, be serious.
Mic, I can take care of myself.
Just my luck.
I fell in love with Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.
You know it turns you on.
A bit.
Don't you have to get up early and start your new job in the morning?
What, are you sending me home?
I have to get an early start tomorrow.
Were you really happy to see me move here?
Didn't I look happy?
I don't know, Sarah. I was too nervous.
But looking back, I think maybe I should have called
and talked it over.
Before putting your naval career on hold
and moving 12,000 miles without even telling me?
Well, when you put it that way, it doesn't sound so big.
Mic, you make me very happy.
So I'm sorry, really, but you have to get out of here.
By 0500.
I was conscripted under Communism.
I was going to do my time and then go back to school
to study poetry.
Communism died, and I didn't need poetry.
So the army sent me to Moscow State University
to study law.
This is my car.
For the first time in Russian history, the laws were going to matter.
I've studied the codes. The laws are fine.
In books. In books, even Communism sounded fine.
But in practise,
anybody they want to get, they get.
And anybody they don't want to get...
307 Pushkin Prospect.
This is the home of Colonel General Arkady Krylov.
Sixteen rooms, a dozen baths, sauna, four-car garage, five cars.
But his salary is 3,000 rubles a month. One hundred ten dollars.
Maybe he rents out some of the rooms.
Maybe.
Maybe he diverts his own men's pay and invests it in a pyramid schemes.
Maybe he shakes down businessmen for krysha, military protection.
Maybe he sells weapons.
And they won't let you move against him?
Not enough evidence.
This house is enough evidence.
- He sells arms? - Even to the Chechens.
- You're fighting the Chechens. - He's fighting the Chechens.
He is deputy commander of Western Caucasus forces.
Apparently, he doesn't care.
Well, the Russian people care. I've read the papers.
There's anti-Chechen hysteria.
We prefer to call it pro-Russian patriotism.
Whatever.
So all we have to do is catch him selling weapons to the enemy.
Then nothing can protect him.
That's all?
We just go to Chechnya and catch him in the act?
Well, you have anything better to do?
The war in Chechnya continues unabated.
Russian troops advanced on Chechen strongholds,
and claim the rebels are on the retreat.
Russian president, Vladimir Putin, vows to quash the opposition
and the breakaway republic by the end of the year.
Anything Commander Carlton didn't try to sell?
"Maintenance reports, Los Angeles-class submarines."
"Test results for a failed experiment with mine-seeking dolphins"?
This is quite a list.
Commander Carlton went through the Pentagon like it was a yard sale, sir.
He shipped it all to the Russians, the garbage and the goodies.
"Ship's technical manual for turbine generators."
What's this?
A schematic drawing of some kind of industrial facility, sir.
It says "rouge." What was it, a makeup factory?
We never determined what it was, sir.
Well, maybe they killed him to make him stop sending them so much junk.
"Road map to Michigan."
All right, so where's the fatal secret?
We're looking at everything, sir: FBI wiretaps,
surveillance photos, financial records.
Phone records.
Sir, Carlton started calling one new number
after he was confined.
Ma'am?
Area code 990?
I don't think that exists.
Yes?
Hello. I got your number from Wade Carlton.
Never heard of him.
Webb?
Mac?
So, Captain Volkonov, Moscow remembers us after all?
We are all following your progress subduing the Chechen bandits, sir.
But you must know that.
I'm sure you return home occasionally to see your wife, family.
When duty allows.
Commander, I rather gathered your country disappointed
in our conduct in this war.
Believe me, sir, I'm not here to make judgements.
Tell me, then,
why are you here?
I'm on an advisory mission, sir,
from the International Institute of Military Jurisprudence
to consult on the modernisation of your system of military justice.
- Have there been any complaints? - No, I wouldn't know, sir.
The request for the consultation
came from the office of your Ministry of Defence.
Probably the same week that the Minister of Finance
asked your country for a $50-billion loan guarantee.
Did the Minister of Defence also suggest
that you pursue your mission in Chechnya?
Well, sir, justice is always hardest to administer in frontline conditions.
I thought if I saw how it worked here,
it would give me a feeling for the entire situation.
Well, of course, it is an honour to cooperate
with the International Institute for Military Jurisprudence.
I will arrange for you to see anything you want.
- Let's see. Under D or R? - There's no telling, ma'am.
Ma'am, I can't believe this lawsuit.
You'd think a drowning person would thank the people who saved her.
You'd think.
Oh, S. Shipwrecked. Genius.
Bud actually has to prepare papers to rebut her too.
And depositions are scheduled. There's more research.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
Yeah.
Slug the next person that tells me I'm glowing, will you?
- Yes, ma'am. - And if you see Tiner, tell him...
Ma'am? Somebody get me a chair.
- You got it. - No, no, floor's better. It's okay.
I know CPR, ma'am.
Oh, I'm just... I'm not drowning, gunny.
- Again? - I delivered a baby in a patrol car, sir.
- I'll go get the scissors. - No.
No, it doesn't feel like contractions, admiral.
I'm okay. It's feeling better. It's okay.
- Can you walk? - Yes, sir.
Yes. Okay.
- Gunny, go get her covers. - Yes, sir.
Let's go.
There is the Sunzha River, commander.
It used to float barges to the oil fields.
When the oil fields were working.
You speak very good English, sergeant.
- Thank you, sir. - Where are the Chechen lines?
In the mountains.
But they have a bad habit of not sticking to their lines, sir.
I heard they shot down an aircraft near Bachi-Yurt
and attacked an armed train near Gudermes.
Gudermes, commander?
Not possible.
The Chechens put it on their website.
If you believe everything Chechens say,
you cannot be a very good lawyer, sir.
Sergeant, can you take us to Kamyshev?
- The armoury, sir? - Yeah, that must be well guarded.
Can you take us there?
It's restricted to those with proper authorisation, captain.
General Krylov said we could go anywhere we wanted.
That's not what he told me, sir.
Webb, I know it's against the CIA blood oath,
but could you for once just answer a question?
No.
Commander Carlton is dead. The case is closed.
Then why are we here?
Why did he call you?
Webb, two Marine guards were killed.
All right. There's not much to tell.
What, he called you four times and all you talked about was the Redskins?
He offered to go double,
to provide misinformation to the Russians.
But it was too late. He'd already been arrested.
- But he kept calling? - He was desperate.
He claimed to know something big.
I figured I'd wait till you convicted him. I'd have more leverage.
But you don't know what the big secret was?
Nope.
Who would?
Well, the Russians are the ones he was in the secrets business with.
There was a man that he dealt with at the Russian embassy, named Suknoff.
Andrei Suknoff, a colonel in the SVR
or whatever the KGB is calling itself this week.
Where was Suknoff when the bomb went off?
Geneva. He left the States two hours after Carlton was picked up
and hasn't been back.
He probably would have been on his way home pretty soon anyway.
Why?
When he worked at Moscow Central,
he had a falling-out with a superior named Vladimir Putin.
The same Putin who is now the Russian president?
It's gonna be hell on Suknoff's career.
But he still has friends in the military.
If he had Carlton killed, it was probably on their say-so.
Why?
I don't think they'd tell you,
but the first one I'd ask is a nasty piece of work
called Colonel General Arkady Krylov.
I could use a little food. How about you?
Would you direct us to the officers' mess, sergeant?
Beyond the fuel tanks,
but I don't know if Commander Rabb can stomach the food.
Do you hate all Americans or just me, sergeant?
Do you think all Russians are idiots, sir? Or just me?
Sergeant, explain yourself.
You are here to inspect our military justice system?
Do you expect anybody to believe that?
Why are we here, sergeant?
Because we are war criminals, commander.
Massacring the angelic Chechens. That's what the Europeans say.
And the Americans.
We are here
to investigate corrupt Russian officers
who are selling weapons to angelic Chechens,
not the soldiers who are doing their duty.
Ten days ago, I was shot down over the Urus-Martan.
I found a fragment of the missile. It was an IGLA. Russian.
How do you think the Chechens got this missile?
I don't know, sir.
- I know the rumours. - Rumours?
About Colonel General Krylov?
The general and I have not discussed them, sir.
Do you have proof?
No. Do you know where we can get proof?
He is my commanding officer.
He can send me into Chechen territory.
He can have me killed.
He already nearly got you killed with that missile.
I don't know how many of your comrades have been that lucky.
General Krylov controls the armoury at Kamyshev.
People say sometimes the supply convoys from Kamyshev
reach the troops with fewer weapons than the manifest lists.
He sells weapons to the Chechens
and delivers half-empty crates to his own troops.
I am to provide aerial reconnaissance
for a convoy from Kamyshev tomorrow.
It might be interesting to see what's in those boxes.
Or what isn't.
I'm not looking for a starter Porsche. What have you got in a 911 Turbo?
I'll get back to you.
- Admiral. - I guess Navy doctors got a pay raise
Navy lawyers missed.
I'm a short-timer, sir, 44 days and a wake-up.
- I'm heading into private practise. - She's got a problem.
Just a little pain.
- Sharp or dull? - Sharp. It's right here.
- What happened to Dr. Kalstone? - He was transferred to Japan.
- Any spotting? - No.
Let's take a look on the ultrasound, okay?
You'll check amniotic fluid levels, look for placenta previa?
- You're not a doctor, are you, admiral? - No, I just delivered her first baby.
Tied off the umbilical cord with my husband's shoelace.
My nurse is on break. If any patients come in...
- Oh, yeah, I got it. Yeah. - Thank you.
Mr. And Mrs. Warwick to Admitting.
Mr. And Mrs. Warwick to Admitting, 2935.
That's the convoy from Kamyshev.
Set it down in front of them.
I've been ordered to Bamut. I'll be back as soon as I can.
There's no placental abnormalities.
The fluid volume is normal.
Looks like a slight ligament strain near the uterus.
- Have you been doing a lot of lifting? - I have an 18-month-old son.
Oh, enough said.
I'll give you a painkiller that won't hurt you or your baby.
- Look at that. The head jerked back. - Why?
Hiccups. Don't worry, she's fine.
She?
You didn't know?
It's a girl?
Admiral, it's a girl!
It's a girl!
This manifest says 15 IGLA missiles,
like the one that shot down Sergeant Zhukov.
That's exactly what's in this truck.
Well, you said 20 cases of AK-47 s. They're all here.
- What did you expect, sir? - So we have proved exactly nothing.
Captain, I would like to move again soon.
The bandits don't come to this part of the country much,
but we should be at our destination before nightfall.
Don't you usually travel with an armed escort, lieutenant?
Yes, sir.
Each escort takes us to the edge of their sector.
Our armoured vehicles from Stary Achkoi turned back an hour ago.
And your air recon was just sent elsewhere.
The bandits don't come in this part of the country much.
Unless somebody tells them
there is a lightly guarded weapons convoy.
- Where is your next armed escort? - They were diverted to Bamut.
There was terrorist activity there.
That's why the weapons are still here.
This convoy's being set up for an ambush.
- waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda With me
And his ghost may...
Hi, love.
Mic. Well, what are you...?
You forgot.
Le Vendôme, 1930.
Stuff Le Vendôme. Australian beach burgers,
topped with cheese, bacon and fried eggs.
I guess crazy worries about dropping dead of a heart attack
- haven't reached Down Under. - In Oz, we enjoy life.
Don't we, Jingo?
Only enough for two.
Evening, colonel. Since you're so interested in the Carlton murder,
I thought you might wanna hear the forensics results.
Smells like a bistro I knew in Belgrade.
One of Miloševic's henchmen was poisoned there.
- Mic, you know Clayton Webb. - The spy. Good day, mate.
I haven't seen you since Australia, commander,
when you and Rabb broke Lieutenant Roberts' jaw.
I don't remember seeing you in Australia.
- Oh, I didn't say you saw me. - Webb, you said you had forensics?
Yes, colonel.
- This is need-to-know. - Oh, I need to know.
- Why? - Mic.
Jingo needs a walk.
I'll watch the burgers.
Come on, Jingo.
We'll tell our own secrets.
Analysis of the bomb residue indicates Semtex.
Very popular behind the old Iron Curtain.
And about as easy to buy as Coca-Cola.
- How was it detonated? - Remote control.
The killer was watching.
- He was there? - You could've waved to him
if you hadn't been distracted by pieces of a Ford flying over your head.
Did he leave anything we can trace?
This was under a bush, 50 yards from the car.
It's a fragment of a remote control from a toy boat,
a speciality model sold over the Internet.
Only 45 shipped to the Washington area
in the past three months.
Forty-five?
When do you wanna start?
- Lieutenant, turn this convoy around. - On whose authority, sir?
- There's too many of them. - So we go down shooting.
They will sing songs about the fighting barristers.
They're flanking us.
They're gonna try and take us up close.
Or maybe we just give them what they want, huh?
All right.
Colonel, what if she wants to play dolls?
- I don't know how to play dolls. - Bud, it's the 21 st century.
Maybe she'll wanna play football.
Well, that would be good. What do you think, Mr. Webb?
After this one, we can have lunch.
Somebody here ordered a hyper-turbo cabin cruiser
with remote control.
Hello, Sarah.
It's delightful to see you again.
Webb, you know Mark Falcon.
Also known as Major Sokol
of the Russian Federal Security Service.
You're looking for a killer. He was here, but he's gone.
How do we know we're not looking at him?
I only arrived in Washington last night.
My plane ticket and visa are in this pocket.
And I must say, Sarah, you're looking very beautiful.
How the hell are we gonna get out of here?
Eventually, somebody will come down this road.
The Russians or Chechens?
Would you rather try to walk back to our lines?
Which way would that be?
That depends on what the Chechens did last night.
They are highly motivated against us, you know?
Stalin deported their entire nation to Siberia.
Thousands died.
Maybe one of your sergeants is sympathetic to their cause.
- Sergeant Zhukov? - He said he was coming back.
What did he do, forget?
We checked him out.
He arrived in the country after Carlton was killed.
And this Russian spy is an old friend of yours?
Yeah, he kind of saved my life and Harm's when we were in Russia.
- But he's really from Texas? - He was raised there.
His parents were Russians spying on NASA in Houston.
Oh, family business. Very heartwarming.
And the assassin you traced to the house, maybe a cousin?
Well, Mark doesn't know who he is. He's trying to find out too.
Mark?
- That's his name, Mic. - Yeah, one of them.
Look, Le Vendôme will only hold the table till 8. Let's go.
Sarah.
- Mark? - Yes.
- Mark Falcon, Mic Brumby. - I'm interrupting?
No worries, mate. Spies usually drop by about this time.
But we were just going out, so...
If you have a minute, Sarah.
I've come up with some information on the assassin.
Doesn't anybody use e-mail anymore?
I'm afraid it's rather sensitive.
Mic...
Jingo.
Sergeant.
Did you come back to count the bodies?
- You're alive. - Yeah, and no thanks to you.
I have been trying to find you.
I just found out the convoy did not arrive.
Now who's treating who like an idiot?
When we told you we suspected General Krylov,
you picked this convoy.
You dropped us here just before it was ambushed,
and you took off on some imaginary radio call.
It was real.
I was ordered to Bamut, to provide recon for an armoured company.
You're lying.
I would not lie to the son of Lieutenant Harmon Rabb.
His name is Vasily Rokotov. He killed Commander Carlton.
Something familiar about him.
He used to be in the Russian army. Demolitions expert.
How do you know he's our guy?
There are factions within the Russian intelligence.
Mine had surveillance
on Rokotov's contact in the Russian embassy.
Who is, I gather, in some other faction
which includes General Arkady Krylov?
Apparently.
Why would they want Carlton killed?
Well, that's something you could tell me, Sarah.
You have the material Carlton gathered for them, don't you?
- No, don't you? - Not all of it.
The operation was part rogue. We do know that Rokotov was paid
- for some unspecified job. - Killing Carlton.
And also for an earlier unspecified job that was cancelled
and presumably rescheduled.
So this Rokotov is out there killing somebody else? Where is he?
We don't know.
The job that was cancelled was somewhere in the United States,
outside Washington.
Well, Carlton had a road map of Michigan.
- What about Michigan? - Anything else?
Well, there was a plan for a building.
- Some sort of factory... - Roberts, not another word.
Tell us.
No. No, this is my business now.
Roberts, place him under arrest for espionage.
He's not subject to military jurisdiction.
Then we'll make a citizen's arrest till the FBI gets here.
Sarah,
what happened to our spirit of cooperation?
Mark, tell.
President Putin was scheduled to visit the United States in June.
- His trip was cancelled. - His itinerary was never announced.
He was supposed to tour a car factory in Detroit.
Rouge.
This could be the Ford River Rouge plant.
So Carlton was killed because he guessed?
They were gonna kill the president of Russia.
And they still are.
What do you know about my father?
Lieutenant Harmon Rabb, Sr.
Phantom pilot in Vietnam, shot down in 1969.
Taken to Russia by KGB.
Escaped from Siberian gulag
and taken in by a farmwoman in the village of Svishchevo.
Died defending her from an attack by drunk Russian soldiers.
Where'd you get this information?
The farmwoman who took him in, she is my mother.
So the same man who killed our spy
is now off trying to kill the president of Russia?
That's the way it appears, sir.
And we know this because someone in Maryland
ordered a toy boat over the Internet?
A piece of which ended up in the bomb that killed our spy, sir.
And according to Mark Falcon, the assassin is Vasily Rokotov.
Worked for a rogue faction of the former KGB.
Mark Falcon works for some faction or the other of the former KGB.
You were with us in Russia when Falcon saved my life
and Commander Rabb's.
And he would have used you for target practise
if you'd have been on the other side of the fence from him on that mission.
The question is, now what side is he on?
Just what I was thinking, admiral.
You know, Webb, it really bothers me
that our brains may be working in tandem.
So, what else are we thinking?
That Colonel MacKenzie should go to Russia immediately.
Why? Falcon said the Federal Security Service
was taking care of the situation. It's their problem.
If the president of Russia gets assassinated, it's our problem.
We don't want Russia reverting to Communism
or going ultranationalist or descending into anarchy.
What, and you think Falcon does?
We can't be sure which side he's on. It's in our national interest to help him,
whether he wants us to or not.
Isn't that the CIA's job?
We can't work openly over there. Mac can.
In Russia? As a United States Marine JAG officer?
As a United States Marine JAG officer who is pursuing the assassin
who killed the defendant you were prosecuting for espionage.
And who murdered two Marine guards.
I would love to nail him, sir.
Webb, you just want a stalking horse to stir things up.
So?
- All right, Mac. Go get him. - Yes, sir.
Webb?
You'd better keep an eye on her.
Your mother
and my f...?
My father?
He is my father too.