All language subtitles for JAG S08E20 Ice Queen (1).eng

Okay, last arrow.

What you aiming at,
Tommy, Maryland?

You'll never get your archery
pin shooting like this, Tommy.

18... 24.

Twenty-six!

I rule.

Hey, Tommy... get the arrow

that went over the hill, okay?

Come on, give the arrows back.

Come on.

Kid puts an arrow in a corpse.

That's a new one.

Just a variation.

I remember we
found this old guy.

Died watching TV.

We found him sitting
in the La-Z-Boy,

stiff as a board, with
a Bud in his hand.

Please, not another
Baltimore homicide story.

Looks like a natural
death, but we got to wait

for the M.E. to
confirm it, right?

So, it's dinnertime.

My partner and I are
starving, so we tell

the beat rookie to
keep an eye on the stiff.

Rookie's never been
alone with a body.

Well, suddenly, the body
goes out of rigor, slumps.

The air trapped in the lungs

is forced through the voice box,

and the corpse moans.

Stop it.

Rookie freaks, empties his
service revolver into the body.

You know what I think, DiNozzo?

Don't say it's an urban
myth, man, 'cause I was there.

I think you were the rookie.

That's funny, Gibbs.

Funny.

Wrong, but funny.

Tony, give me a
hundred-meter perimeter search.

One hundred.

Got it.

Viv, take the Scout leader.

I got the kid.

Do you have to question the boy?

What can he tell us that
the Scout leader can't?

I don't know. That's why
I'm going to talk to him.

It'll only add to his trauma.

Hey. Hey. Hi.

Your, uh, M.E.'s down
by the river with the body.

Little guy by himself's the
one who shot the arrow.

He's pretty shook.

One for the books, huh?

I think the Scoutmaster's
the tall one.

First time I've known Chief Metz

to let an outside agency

handle a homicide on our turf.

Maybe he knows
something about us you don't.

Special Agent Blackadder,

Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.

She doesn't have a face.

I brushed her hair aside.
She doesn't have a face.

Now, did you touch any
other part of the body?

Oh, God, no. No, I threw up.

I called the police.

You have no idea
how horrible this was.

Okay.

You might want to
suck it up, for the boys.

My name is Gibbs.

I'm a special agent
with the Navy.

I-I didn't kill her.

I know you didn't, bud.

It's all over.

No, it won't be over.

I'll dream about her.

Not if you don't want to.

I don't want to.

Then close your
eyes and tell yourself

you're not going
to dream about her.

That won't work.

It worked for me.

Since I was about your age,

I saw something
bad, just like this.

Trust me.

Close your eyes.

I won't dream about her.

Say it.

I won't dream about her.

Good.

Here's my card.

Give me a call.

If I have a nightmare?

Eh, we already
took care of that.

Come see where I work.

Bring some friends.

I'll give you a tour.

So awesome!

Hey, Tommy!

The Scout leader took
one look at the body,

barfed and called 911.

Did you get anything
different from the boy?

Well, he didn't barf.

What have you got for us, Ducky?

One deceased
pregnant Navy lieutenant

who appears to have
been tossed into a tree.

Love your perfume,
Special Agent Blackadder.

How about dinner
tonight, after the autopsy?

No, I never date men old
enough to be my father, Ducky.

Agent Blackadder reminds me

of a young woman
I autopsied once.

When'd she die?

Oh, gosh!

Oh, that was in Hollywood.

Let's see.

It's got to be at
least 20 years ago.

She was an
assistant film editor,

and the film editor's
wife caught them

in flagrante delicto.

This one, Ducky,
when did this one die?

It's been a while.

You care to be more specific?

Not until I do the autopsy.

Humor me.

Judging by the decomposition,

I'd say two and a
half, three weeks.

Cause of death?

Ha!

It wasn't the arrow.

Find any tracks?

No, ground's soaked.

Rain must have washed them away.

You concrete cops

can't read a sign
unless it's in neon.

What's that?

That's a deer track.

How old?

What are you, Pocahontas?

What?

Nothing.

Aw, come on.

No, no, no,
definitely something.

What?

You just, uh, reminded
me of my brother Rex.

He taught me to track.

Called me Pocahontas.

I'd rather you didn't think

of me as your brother, Viv.

Well, I could
never do that, Tony.

Rex was much better-looking.

What, are you taking
comedy lessons from Gibbs?

Did you say "was"?

Rex was killed on the Cole.

I'm sorry, Viv.

Me, too.

So he why you left the
FBI and hooked up with us?

Yeah.

How pregnant was she, Ducky?

Hmm.

Thanks.

I don't know.

Let's see.

Without holding it in my hands,

I'd estimate four, five months.

Push her hair out of
her face, will you, Duck?

What happened to her face?

It's too cold for larva.

Crows.

They took her eyes first,

then tore away the soft flesh.

Why didn't they go after

her hands and her feet?

You know, I've been pondering
that ever since I got here, Gibbs.

I really don't know.

She was in the river.

How'd she get into the tree?

Look at the
watermarks on the tree,

on the rocks.

River came up
in the spring thaw.

She floated in here.

You can bag her, Duck.
She wasn't dumped here.

Burrito wrap!

Hey. She's a JAG.

Ever work with her?

Look, I know she's a bit messy,

but how many blonde JAG
female lieutenants can there be?

NCIS has discovered the remains

of an unidentified JAG
lieutenant in Potomac Park.

Medical examiner estimates

she's between

four and five months pregnant.

Oh, my Lord, sir, I hope
it's not Lieutenant Singer.

Well, it can't be
Lieutenant Singer.

She's due in two weeks.

Have you been in
contact with the lieutenant?

Well, I...

Uh, no, sir.

Not since she left
three months ago.

I was estimating.

MacKENZIE: Harm's right, sir.

It couldn't be Loren.

I mean, the medical examiner

wouldn't misestimate
by four months.

He hasn't conducted
the autopsy yet.

I assume the body's
somewhat decomposed.

Enter.

Excuse me, Admiral.

I tried Lieutenant
Singer's San Diego number

and her cell phone, sir.

Both have been
disconnected, Admiral.

Thank you, Tiner.

Aye, aye, sir.

That doesn't look good.

You're not writing
her off, are you, sir?

You know, Commander,

I may not personally know

all 750 JAG officers
under my command,

but I damn sure would know

if one was missing
for three weeks.

NCIS will

DNA the remains and run them
through the military database.

We should shortly know
if it's Lieutenant Singer.

Excuse me, sir.

Is there, uh...
something going on

between the Commander
and Lieutenant Singer

I should know about?

The body was found right here.

I had Dinozzo do a
100-meter preliminary search,

but I want a search
team sent out there

first thing in the morning.

Work both sides of the Potomac.

You start at the falls and
work your way downstream.

How far downstream?

All the way to the tidal basin

if you have to, Dobbs.

If we're lucky, the purse
washed up somewhere.

With this war going on,

I can't get enough
agents to cover that area.

You call Gunnery Sergeant
Puller down at Quantico,

and you tell him I need
a few of his Marines

for a little field exercise.

Gunny Puller owes me.

He'll send 'em.

That was Admiral Chegwidden.

He couldn't reach
Lieutenant Singer.

Her home phone in
San Diego and cell

have been disconnected,
and ready for this?

He said she's due to
deliver in two weeks.

No, there's no way

that body was full term.

Some women hide it well.

Not that well.

Gibbs.

Yes, sir.

Follow me. Your
team can tag along.

That's Amad Bin Atwa.

You know your terrorists.

Is he in that hotel?

If our intel is accurate,

he's just completed
a tire un coup.

French for nooner.

Is that Heather with the bag?

Who else would have those legs?

Target is standing
right beside you.

Get a snap.

Good. Freeze it.

I.D. matching.

We've got a match.

I.D. confirmed. Proceed.

Yeah!

Gotcha. Amad Bin Atwa

supplied money and explosives

to Hasan Mohammed,
who executed the attack

on the Cole.

They're an all-Jihad
team that's been together

for nine years.

If Bin Atwa gives up Hasan,

I want in on the kill.

We're not tasked with
capturing Hasan Mohammed.

Gibbs, my brother
died on the Cole.

I know that.

Then get me in on this!

You're not here to use NCIS

as your personal
instrument of revenge.

You get your head
around this murder case

or you pull your tailored
suit out of mothballs

and you march your butt

right back to the J.
Edgar Hoover Building.

Am I clear, Agent Blackadder?

Am I clear?

Very, sir.

Did you ever notice how all
Marines think they're D.I.'s?

We're searching
for a Navy purse,

but I want you to
mark everything

that's not growing.

If you find anything,
flag it and call me.

Do not touch it.

I'll bag it.

How could the vic be
full-term and not look it?

Well, if she delivered
before she died,

she'd still appear pregnant.

Ah, Viv could be on
to something Gibbs.

Well, maybe it was
too much for her.

Premature delivery,

being single,
postpartum depression.

What if she gave up

and took a header off
a bridge above the falls?

With the baby?

What a horrible thought.

Yeah. We need the fetus in utero

to match the father's DNA.

What? You think that's cold?

Very.

Good. Means I'm focused.

I hope I'm never that focused.

Aside from having no face,
you cleaned up pretty good.

All you're going to smell is
a dead gal with a chest cold.

The only unaccounted-for
JAG is a Lieutenant Singer.

She's pregnant.

Supposedly full-term.

Then she's not our guest.

Could she have just delivered?

No.

Having a good day, Vivienne?

Oh, just ducky.

Oh, the DNA results

will be in shortly,

and then we'll be
formally introduced.

We'll need the fetus DNA, Duck.

You think daddy's the killer?

She was single.

Oh.

Shame on you.

If we're lucky, the baby's DNA
will match somebody at JAG.

It's illegal to use

military DNA, except to identify

the body. I don't
intend to use it in court.

Well, it's still illegal.

That law's going
to change soon, Viv.

Well, it hasn't changed yet.

Politicians have their
timetable, I have mine.

Let's not fight, children.

We're all on the same team.

Let me show you what I found

on the body

before I send them up to Abby.

One cocktail napkin,
very water-soaked.

It appears to have
something scribbled on it.

Our lieutenant

was traveling on
American Airlines.

To or from?

Hard to tell.

That's in worse
shape than the napkin.

Well, I can partially
make out a destination.

"S..."

something "N"?

Chegwidden said Lieutenant
Singer lived in San Diego.

S-A-N s their
airport designation.

Call San Diego.

Have them check her
residence, interview neighbors.

Full investigation.
Anything else, Duck?

Yes.

I saved the best for last.

This metallic sliver

was embedded in a
posterior skull fracture.

Let me show you.

It was, uh...

here.

My guess, she
was hit on the head

with a blunt metal object
and dumped above the falls.

These fractures could
have been caused

by going over the
falls without a barrel.

Check every bridge
above the falls.

Viv and I will be
out at first light.

You're on your own.
She's going with me to JAG.

Come here, let me
show you something.

Viv?

Shall we see how our guest

is hiding a full-term fetus?

Oh...

saved by the bell.

The Armed Forces DNA Registry

has identified the body
as Lieutenant Singer's.

This is Special Agents
Gibbs and Blackadder of NCIS

They'll be
investigating her death.

Admiral, you're letting
NCIS take the lead on this?

That's correct.

Sir, I recommend we run a
concurrent JAGMAN investigation.

Request denied.

Admiral, I think it... Denied.

She was murdered?

Why would you suspect
that, Commander?

You wouldn't be here

if it was an accidental
death now, would you?

MacKENZIE: Lieutenant Singer

was supposed to be in San Diego.

Any idea what she
was doing back in DC?

We were hoping one
of you could tell us.

Well, nobody here

has seen Lieutenant Singer
since she left in January.

Do you always speak for
everyone, Commander Rabb?

Agents Gibb

and Blackadder have requested

to interview each
of you individually,

and I expect your
full cooperation.

How would you like
to proceed with this?

While you're all still here,
I'd like to admonish you

that discussing your
testimony with one another

could result in an
obstruction of justice charge,

so if you could refrain

from discussing our questions

or your answers,
that would be...

I think we know the law, Gibbs.

We're lawyers.

You seem to know it
better than anyone else.

Why don't we start with you?

Fine.

Commander Rabb and I

have to rework a court schedule.

Anyway, I'd prefer
you start with me.

Any problems with that?

No.

Good. Give me a few minutes,

I'll be right with you.

That'll be all.

I thought we called the
shots on an investigation.

We do.

So, why let the Admiral
cool Rabb down?

Well, we're going to let the
Admiral play the good cop...

for about seven minutes.

Have a seat.

What the hell went on between
you and Lieutenant Singer?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing, my ass!

After that performance
in the conference room,

you'd be my prime suspect.

I didn't kill Lieutenant
Singer, Admiral.

I know you didn't kill her,

but you're involved,
and I want to know how!

I'd rather not say, sir.

Good God, did you
get her pregnant?!

Of course not. You
didn't get her pregnant.

But you know who did,

and you're protecting
him, aren't you?

I am protecting Lieutenant
Singer's privacy, sir.

If she didn't tell anyone
who the father was,

I'm not going to speculate.

You're not being any
more truthful with me

than you would be with the NCIS.

I'm not going to lie, Admiral.

Well, you're a damn good lawyer

and know how to obfuscate
the truth in an interrogation.

Ha!

Damn.

He's good.

Sir?

Special Agent Gibbs.

He's got me questioning you.

Hearsay rules don't
apply in an interrogation.

I'm duty-bound to repeat

anything you tell
me, if he asks.

You really think
he's that devious?

Reminds me a lot of you.

Lieutenant Singer requested
extended maternity leave

in January, and it was granted.

Was that the last
contact you had with her?

That's correct.

There was a charge,
subsequently dropped,

by the Skipper of the Seahawk

of conduct unbecoming.

That's right. She was found to
be pregnant while on sea duty.

The skipper suspected
an onboard liaison.

'Cause she said it
happened before she sailed,

but refused to prove
it by naming the father.

That's correct.

Why did the skipper
drop the charges?

I assume he believed her.

Or Colonel MacKenzie.

You sent her to
the Seahawk, too,

to investigate Lieutenant
Singer, didn't you?

You already know
that. It's in the file.

It's not in this file. This is
Commander Rabb's file.

You sent him to
the Seahawk, too.

Separate investigation.

He and Lieutenant Singer
even departed together.

Pure coincidence.

She was on her way
back to Washington.

He was on his way to
assignment in Naples.

I bet they conversed on the COD.

I'm sure they did.

I have no idea what they said.

He didn't mention it, Admiral?

No, he didn't. Neither did she.

Agent Gibbs, why don't we save

ourselves some
time, what do you say?

The only thing
Commander Rabb told me

was that he did not
murder Lieutenant Singer,

and has no idea who did.

Dobbs, you find her purse?

Nope.

Just enough junk
for a garage sale.

I doubt any of it
ties into your case,

but I'm not taking any chances.

The Marines I sent find you?

Oh, yeah. Guarding
the area I taped off.

Didn't even ask when
they were getting relieved.

Hey, after Quantico,
this is a vacation.

I got it!

Before you go out tomorrow,

buy a purse at the
Navy exchange,

soak it in mud and turn it in.

Blackadder doesn't
know, does she?

Know what?

Well, Gibbs is the
best interrogator we got.

As soon as they
loosen Bin Atwa up,

the director's going
to send him in.

Question is:

Is he going to take Agent
Blackadder with him?

I hope not

because that would make him

a good guy in her
eyes, and frankly,

I think she's just
starting to like me.

Is that number
two or three today?

If you must know,
it's number four.

Brought you a little present.

Hmm. And you wonder why

you're still single.

Is this blood from
our vic? Hope so.

How long before we get a DNA?

Let's see what
A-B-O typing says first.

You redecorating?

Ah, I just thought I'd
brighten the place up a bit.

You know.

Did you take these?

Yeah.

That's a... cross-section
of what a 12-gauge did

to an L-three to L-five.

Shotgun-shattered backbone?

Yeah.

The middle one
there is a cross-section

of an ice pick to a cerebellum.

Duodenum.

Yeah.

I like to call it "Duodenum
with a Lye Chaser."

It's the sad end
of a Drano drinker.

You need to get out more, Abby.

Is that an invite?

Could the father be someone
from right here at JAG?

God, no.

No, nobody around here
would be dumb enough

to get involved with
Lieutenant Singer.

I-I mean, she's not an
unattractive woman, but...

Y-Y-You don't
think it's me, do you?

Should we?

I did not have sex
with that woman!

That's not the best choice
of words there, Lieutenant.

I-I know.

I-I know, but no, believe me.

It wasn't me.

Yeah, we know that.

So who was it?

I'm the last person to
ask that. I'm new here.

What does your
intuition tell you?

Not to answer questions

that I don't know
the answers to.

Spoken like a lawyer at a
deposition there, Commander.

It wasn't someone from JAG.

Now how would you know that?

The bartender at
Benzinger's told me

that Singer was seeing a
civilian before she shipped out.

Did you know that Commander Rabb

asked Commander
Manetti to ferret out

who Lieutenant Singer was seeing

prior to her deployment?

What?!

If he wasn't part of
your investigation,

why would he do that?

Colonel?

I have no idea.

You'll have to ask
Commander Rabb.

Wait, why didn't
we question him?

That what the FBI
would have done?

Damn right!

Yeah, well, they wear
suits and ties, too.

They may wear suits and ties,
but they share the playbook.

Look, Rabb ran an
unofficial investigation

into Lieutenant
Singer's love life!

Okay, why didn't we slap him
in a room, read him his rights,

and go for the jugular?

Because he is
JAG's fair-haired boy.

Oh, and that gets him a pass
on a murder investigation?

He's the best prosecutor
and defender they have.

Oh, please. I'm in awe.

Well, you should be.

We start questioning Rabb,

we don't have all the
pieces to the puzzle,

he'll pull an O.J. on us,

and he won't need a slick
defense lawyer to do it.

I'm feeling, uh, really,
really stupid, Gibbs.

Ah, you're just a little
behind the learning curve.

Da.

Brother! How are you?

Hey, I'm good, I'm good.

How's your fiancée?

Galina is wonderful, but, uh...

a little crazy making
plans for the wedding.

What is wrong, brother?

Sergei, did-did you
see Loren Singer

when you were in
D.C. three weeks ago?

Loren? No.

Did you talk to
her on the phone?

Not since the night

you made her call
me about the baby.

Did you really believe her
when she told you it wasn't yours?

Yes.

Is she now saying
the baby is mine?

Lieutenant Singer was
murdered three weeks ago, Sergei.

Murdered?!

Bozhe Moi!

You think I did it?!

No, of course not.

But the investigators might,

if they believe you
were the father,

and you were in town
when she was murdered.

Always the big brother, huh?

Always protecting me.

Well, hey, that's what
big brothers are for.

We'll do a full DNA for court,
but the A-B-O shows a match.

It's type A-B.

I'd say the blood you
found is Lieutenant Singer's.

Good job.

Thanks, Gibbs.

I was talking to Abby.

There's more.

Here.

Benzinger's.

What's that, a magic word?

It's a bar in Falls Church

where Lieutenant
Singer used to hang out.

A bar definitely goes with
the chem analysis I did

of the stomach contents.

Based on the
degree of digestion,

she died within two
hours of her last snack.

And I do mean snack.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Thiamin mononitrate,
riboflavin, folic acid,

vegetable oil...

Peanuts, pretzels,
crackers. It's a bar mix.

Hey, what's the 13-digit number?

That's a Moscow
cell phone number.

How do you know?

If I can't I.D. a Moscow number

after six months undercover,

the taxpayers should
get their money back.

You know how to
trace a number fast?

Oh, yeah. Through the FBI.

Guess that'll work, too.

I've got more goodies.

I got the name off
the airline ticket.

Yeah, we got that.

And the destination?

Yeah, we got that, too.

And the departure date?

Early April.

January 6.

Oh, that's got to be April 6.

No, Gibbs, you just
need young eyes.

That's a one, not a four.

That's a one?

Yeah.

So she missed her flight.

Tony, she got whacked!

Yeah, not three months ago.

Actually, three months

is probably quite accurate.

I'm afraid our victim
was in the Potomac

at least that long.

What, racking up
frequent floater miles?

Being an Ice Queen.

She was frozen.

Hey. I got a suspect.

Manetti said

the Benzinger's
bartender told her

Singer was seeing a civilian
before she shipped out, right?

Well, that Moscow cell

is registered to
a Sergei Zhukov.

I'm running an
immigration check.

He was in the States
when Singer got pregnant,

left two days before
she shipped out,

and returned for just 48 hours

three weeks ago.

What?

Lieutenant Singer was
murdered months ago.

Cross-check Zhukov's
cell phone numbers

and Rabb's number.

Hey, Edie. It's Gibbs.

I need to speak to the director.

I won't have to.

Zhukov's green card sponsor
was Commander Harmon Rabb.

They're half-brothers.

You making progress
on the JAG murder?

Yes, sir.

Who's your prime suspect?

A JAG officer.

Damn.

We have to work
with these people.

Not a senior officer, I hope.

Do I know him?

Yes, sir.

I believe you do.

Are you going to
tell me his name?

Commander Harmon Rabb.

I couldn't be more stunned

if you told me it was
Admiral Chegwidden.

Are you certain?

Not 100%, but from the
information we're gathering,

we know he's deeply involved.

I don't need to tell you the
implications if you're wrong.

That's why I'm moving slowly.

Don't move too slowly.

NSA decrypts indicate...

Al-Jihad is poised to launch
another gray hull attack.

What ship?

Only Hasan Mohammed knows.

Not Bin Atwa?

Boys up the river tell
me Al-Jihad is limiting

target data to the executor.

I need you to break Bin Atwa.

When do I leave?

As soon as you wrap
up the JAG murder.

With all due respect, Director,

breaking him is a
lot more important

than wrapping up a murder.

Well, if this involved anyone
other than JAG, I'd agree.

All I can tell you is, do both.

Fast.

Anybody finds that purse
gets a steak dinner on me.

Check down there by the water.

How'd you find her wheels?

DMV check.

It's been sitting in the
impound lot since January.

Let your fingers do the talking.

Why'd they tow it?

It was abandoned
in a lot at Great Falls.

Any of those prints large
enough to be a man's?

Yep.

Whoever was riding shotgun.

How fast can you run 'em?

Usually takes about 12 hours.

But, for a dinner...

Get me an I.D. in two, and
I'll make it Cafe Atlantico.

Sweet.

Hey.

What do you got?

Oh, plenty.

San Diego found Singer
took a furnished rental

on Coronado Island,
ordered a phone installed

and never showed.

And get this.

No credit card

or bank account activity
since she picked up

$200 at a Falls Church ATM

on Jan. 4.

Narrows the murder date:
between the fourth of January

and her missed
flight on the sixth.

Abby's pulled a
man's prints from a car.

She's running 'em now.

Check with Ducky.

See if those dates
coincide with the autopsy.

Got it.

Come on, lover boy.

Where we going?

Benzinger's. Get a drink.

They get drinks,
and I get Ducky.

All of her cells were
ruptured from freezing.

When the Potomac
thawed, she thawed.

That's why the crows
only got your face.

Your arms and legs
were encapsulated in ice.

Could she have died between
the fourth and sixth of January?

The development of the fetus
is consistent with those dates.

Ducky?

Yeah?

You didn't match Rabb's
DNA to the fetus, did you?

I didn't have to.

We didn't always have

DNA, you know.

Like we didn't always
have television.

You're too young to remember,

but in many ways, radio
was much more fascinating.

Okay, Ducky...

You had to use your imagination.

Ducky, why didn't you have to?

I checked Commander
Rabb's blood type.

That's legal.

There's no way he could
have fathered the girl.

Girl?

Yeah.

You sure you won't have
dinner with me tonight, Viv?

Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting.

The pursuit of sex is an
affirmation of life, Vivienne.

That's why older
men are so lascivious.

I'm talking about your
lack of respect for the dead.

I have the utmost
respect for the dead.

Well, that's obvious from
the way you speak to them.

If you were dead,
wouldn't it be nice

if you were spoken
to, rather than about?

But her soul isn't in...

this.

Perhaps not.

I've always felt a presence

when conducting an autopsy,

especially with murder victims.

I couldn't understand

why the crows didn't
touch her hands and feet.

Suddenly, I saw
myself in a block of ice,

with only my head exposed.

Your subconscious
solved the problem.

Then shouldn't I have envisaged

the lieutenant
in a block of ice?

Hey! Hey, why don't we
discuss that over dinner, hmm?

Not tonight.

She didn't say, "no,"
just, "not tonight."

We had a conversation

with the bartender
at Benzinger's.

He recalls you being there
one evening in January.

I was at Benzinger's

a couple of times
in January, sir.

This night, you were in a booth

behind Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Singer.

I make an effort
not to listen in

on other people's conversations.

Nah, this conversation
was so heated,

it got the bartender's
attention across the room.

I may have heard a few things.

So, what makes you think

that I would be
involved in any other way

than professionally
with Lieutenant Singer?

You're more comfortable
asking questions

than you are
answering them, huh?

I guess I'm not used
to being a suspect.

Suspect? Who said
you were a suspect?

Have I read you
your Article 31 rights?

No, you haven't.

Which means you're playing
a very risky game, Gunny.

I'm not smart enough
to play risky games

with a lawyer of
your caliber, Rabb.

That's "Commander Rabb" or
"Commander" or "sir," Gunny.

I believe as a reservist,

you're still technically
in the Marine Corps.

I am an NCIS Special Agent,
and I don't have to salute you

or "sir" you or give you
any military courtesy.

But you know that.

So who's playing the games here?

Quite the control freak.

That makes two of us.

Hey, hey.

Dobbs is coming in
with a cover he found

in the woods below the falls.

A cover just like that one.

Then since I'm not a suspect,

I see no reason to continue
wasting my time here.

I wonder how the
admiral will feel

about his top JAG not responding

to an investigation into the
death of one of his officers.

Jessie?

One coffee, black.

Make that two, Jessie.

Thank you.

I don't know who fathered

Lieutenant Singer's baby,

and I don't know
who murdered her.

So, what else, Gibbs?

What'd your investigation show?

Hey, you were there.

The admiral ordered
me to stay out of this.

Oh, I'm referring

to the investigation you gave
Commander Manetti to do

on Lieutenant
Singer's love life,

prior to her deployment.

Oops.

Yeah, oops, is right.

Without reading him his rights,

we're going to lose
all this stuff in court.

No, no, no. We
got this stuff, Viv.

Gibbs is setting Rabb up.

Well, Colonel

MacKenzie's investigation

into Lieutenant Singer's
pregnancy wasn't going well.

Mac and I are old
friends. I thought I'd help.

Reasonable answer.

Yeah, the truth usually is.

So, you wouldn't mind
giving us a DNA sample?

For what purpose?

Paternity test. I
didn't even like

Lieutenant Singer.

I wouldn't say that

during a murder investigation.

No, you can't have my DNA.

If you're not guilty...

General principle.

Okay. No DNA.

When was the last time
you saw Lieutenant Singer?

Early January, before
she went to San Diego.

What did you talk about?

We swapped the usual lies

between two officers who
have nothing in common.

Here it comes.

And that was the first

week in January?

Sounds about right.

And that was the last time

you saw her? That's what I said.

At Benzinger's?

Oh, buggered.

So!

Rabb's prints are all
over Singer's convertible.

Who told you we
were at Benzinger's?

You did meet her
there, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yo.

Who's prompting you
from behind the mirror?

You recognize that?

Should I?

You dialed it often enough.

Well, I call so many numbers.

It's your brother's cell
phone number in Moscow.

Immigration records
show that he was here

when Singer got pregnant

and again three weeks ago.

Sergei did not kill
Lieutenant Singer.

Was he the father?

She said he wasn't.

And he believed her?

Yeah. But you didn't?

I'm not sure.

The important thing
is, he believed her.

And he swears to me
he hasn't spoken to her

or seen her since early January,

when she called.

Why would he give Singer

his Moscow number?

I did that.

I wrote it on a napkin
at Benzinger's bar.

Commander, you are suspected

of having committed
the act of murder.

What?! You have the right

to remain silent

and make no statement...

You think I killed
Lieutenant Singer?

Be used against you
in a court-martial...

I know my Article 31
rights, and I waive them.

You have the right

to a lawyer... I
said I waive them.

She used to be FBI.
This lawyer may be...

a civilian lawyer
retained by you...

How long you been
doing this, Gibbs?

19 years. Can you tell

if someone's guilty by
looking in their eyes?

Yeah, I can.

Look in mine.

You have the right... Ask me.

To have your... Ask me.

And/or appointed
military lawyer...

Would you kill for your brother?

At any time for any reason.