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Seventy klicks from base.
How's your fuel?

Six hundred kilos.
Gauges green.

We'll be back in time
for dinner.

If the officers
haven't eaten it all.

Why would they want horse meat
with potato peels?

I hear machine gun fire.
Right below us.

Move left and up!

[whirring]

Shit!

If that's all they have,
then we're fine.

[beeping]

Leave it! Brace for impact!

Hold on!

Sergei, come on!

Sergei, faster! Sergei!

Sergei!

Sergei!

[opening theme music playing]

[speaking Russian]

"I am your friend."

[Tiner] 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.

-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?

-Bud will 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.

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?

[speaking Russian]

Yes.

We have no borscht today.

Will you take me
to the airport?

Do you really have to go
to Russia, Harm?

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.

He's a very busy man.

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 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?

[drunken groaning]

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.

Omask garrison.

A tank mechanic
ran away

and broke the window
of a butcher shop

and stole...
20 kilos of lamb.

Sounds serious.

Also Omask garrison.

Three privates hijack
a truck of tomatoes.

Maybe they were going
to get together

and make a shish kebob.

[laughing]

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.

[door closes]

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?

[TV Announcer]
Tonight, on Treasure Island

an unexpected turn
when four contestants

compete for crucial points
in an open water raft race.

Marcie, 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.

Get back!

Should have tossed
her back in.

[man]
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.

-[Roberts] 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.

[Roberts]
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!

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.

[car alarm blaring]

Mic, you're overreacting.

[Brumby]
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?

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?

[laughs]

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.

[chuckles]

I was conscripted
under communism.

I was going to do my time

and then go back to school
to study poetry

but communism died
along with 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 wants
to get, they get

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

307 Bushkin Prospect.

This is te 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--

$110.

Maybe he rents out
some of the rooms.

[laughs]

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?

[laughs]

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.

[picks up phone receiver]

[dialing]

[man]
Yeah?

Hello. I got your number

from Wade Carlton.

Never heard of him.

Webb?

Mac?

[Krylov]
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.

[scoffs] "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 cover.
-Yes, sir.

-Let's go.
-Ah!

[Sergei]
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.

[Rabb]
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
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.

Here comes the American.

General, do you want me to blow
him up like Carlton?

Not if he's only here to catch
me selling a few rifles.

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 manifests list.

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.

[Volkonov]
It might be interesting
to see

what's in those boxes.

Or what isn't.

[Gettis] 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 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, uh,
delivered her first baby.

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

[clears throat softly]

My nurse is on break--
if any patients come in...

Oh, yeah, got it. Yeah.

Thank you.

That's the convoy from Kamyshev.

[Rabb]
Set it down in front of them.

I've been ordered to Bamut.

I'll be back
as soon as I can.

I'm Captain Volkonov.

Lieutenant Foteyev.

Of the Moscow
Military District Procuracy

and this is an emergency
inspection.

You will instruct your people
to cooperate.

Proceeding, Captain.

[Gettis]
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!

[chuckles]

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.

[Brumby singing]

♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪

♪You'll come
a Waltzing Matilda with me♪

♪And his ghost may...♪

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?

[doorbell rings]

Only enough for two.

[dog barks]

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.

[barks]

I-I'll watch the burgers.

Come on, Jingo.

-We'll tell our own secrets.
-[dog barks]

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?

[shouts in Russian]

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.

[Roberts]
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.

[Roberts]
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 way, 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!
-[dog barks]

[whirring]

[indistinct foreign dialogue
over radio]

[indistinct foreign dialogue
over radio]

[Rabb]
Sergeant.

[grunts]

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.

[Falcon]
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 Robotov 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 kind of factory.

Roberts, not another word.

Tell us.

No. No, it's 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.

[scoffs]

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

works 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.

Yes, sir.

Webb...

You'd better keep an eye on her.

Your mother?

And my f... my father?

He was my father, too.