All language subtitles for JAG S01E15 Hemlock

I'll check it out.

S -16 to base.

Base, go ahead. I'm locked off N -62.
Can you buzz me in from there?

Gotta be there. It's just Baxter.

Well, somebody out there has it.

Morning, sir.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

How'd it go?

I passed.

Congratulations. Thank you. I hope you
had a good weekend.

Why?

Sixty more financial disclosure
statements waiting for us this morning.

I thought we were done with that detail.

I thought so, too.

Don't tell me.

Friday.

What's the deadline?

Friday.

Where is the dragon lady, anyway? She's
been here twice looking for you.

Here you go.

Divide and conquer. You can take A
through M, and I'll finish the rest.

I should have called in sick.

You seem pretty fit to me, Commander.

11 .30.

I thought you were the dawn patrol type.

Well, I am, ma 'am. I was up at 0500 for
my annual check ride.

You were flying?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, let's see if you can fly these.

Bureau of Navy Personnel is backed up on
Freedom of Information Act requests. I

told them we'd handle the excess.

We? Yes. I volunteer the services of my
staff.

Is there a problem, Commander?

No, ma 'am.

Not high profile enough for you?

Oh, on the contrary. I have an aversion
to the spotlight.

Well, that's good to know.

I always try to be sensitive to the
needs of others.

Why do you bathe her like that, sir?

Like what?

Not everything needs to be a
consultation. You should try being nice.

loosen up.

I doubt it.

Well, how do you know? She might have a
soft side.

Yeah, like a till and a hun.

Meg, what is this?

What? This fax.

It's an itinerary. I haven't had a
chance to look at it yet.

Came in at 0200.

No cover sheet.

Hmm.

She's serious.

Hmm. Code name Shepard.

Might be some kind of foreign dignitary.

Probably someone from the Balkans.

No, he's Russian.

Amity's left.

You think he was sent here by mistake?

Unless you're moonlighting and didn't
tell me. He's got a Pentagon prefix.

Maybe we shouldn't be looking at this.
We might need clearance.

Well, it was sent to you, wasn't it?

What should we do with it?

Let's put it in the safe.

I'm having lunch today with a friend
from Annapolis.

He works in naval intelligence at the
Pentagon.

I'll ask him about it.

But you just got here. You're going to
lunch?

Well, we can't have classified material
laying around the office.

Cover for me, will you?

I've been working in naval intelligence
seven years.

I've never seen the inside of a Cuban
military base.

Trust me, you're not missing much.

Ah, false modesty.

It's a telltale sign of ambition.

Well, let's see.

Naval hero.

Lawyer. Man, all you need is a wife, you
can run for Congress.

I'm not that mad to get there.

Don't fool me, Har.

You're a baby kisser if I ever saw one.

I've seen a bunch of them across the
briefing table.

Speaking of which, what do you know
about a foreign dignitary codenamed

Never heard of him.

I thought seven years would have made
you a better liar, Bruce.

Yeah. Now, what can I say?

I'm a pillar of virtue.

I don't think the good Reverend Marshall
would agree.

I didn't know she was his daughter.

Ignorance is no excuse, especially for a
spook.

If there were... Shepard. He's Shepard.

Exactly what would you know about him?
His itinerary was faxed to our office

last night.

What? From someone at the Pentagon.

Are you sure?

Who? I don't know. N -62 Prefects. Damn
Brits.

So who's Shepard?

Sorry, Arm.

No can do. It's classified.

Isn't it everything? No.

I mean it.

This thing's really hush -hush.

My advice?

Pretend you never even saw this fax.

Go back to your office and shred it.

You're gonna let me guess, this is a non
-conversation. I'm serious, Tom.

Shred it.

Lieutenant Alston.

Yes, sir?

Keith Nelson, Royal Navy.

Your yeoman wasn't at his desk.

No, everyone's at lunch.

Except you, pushing for a promotion.

No, just doing the work of two.

I can help you.

It's a bit embarrassing, but I'm rather
hoping you received a fax intended for

me. Shepard's schedule?

You've got it.

Yes, sir.

What a bloody relief.

My secretary's a bit dyslexic. I was
hoping she'd only transpose the last two

digits, and thank God, that's precisely
what she's done.

Could I have it, please?

Oh, yes, of course.

Did you track the fax number back to me?
That's classified.

I'm afraid I'm of the British naval
intelligence.

We have computers that unclassify that
sort of thing.

I guess that's only fair.

Harm and I were trained to describe for
who Shepard was.

Harm?

He and my senior partner, Lieutenant
Commander Rapp. We both agreed he was a

foreign dignitary, but he said Russian
and I said someone from the Balkans, but

neither one of us thought British.

Afraid I can't say, Lieutenant.

The fax, please.

Commander Krennic, Commander Nelson,
Royal Navy.

Commander. Pleasure.

Where is Lieutenant Commander Rapp?

He's gone to the library to do some
research.

Instead of using his computer?

Well, Lieutenant Commander Rapp, he's
rather old -fashioned. He prefers

through the law books to clicking them
out.

Did he say that?

Or are you covering for his going to
lunch and using you as his law clerk?

When Lieutenant Commander Rapp returns,
I want to see him in my office ASAP.

Commander.

I'm afraid your Lieutenant Commander is
in for some rough keys.

He's a survivor, sir.

We'll see.

Sir?

and also tell him

Take it easy.

Careful now.

All right. Keep it clear.

Keep it clear.

One wound.

Gunshot to the head. 100th investigator
at the site. She's hypertensive and

brady. BP 190 over 60. Pulse 40. 25
grams mannitol. All right. Lieutenant,

Commander Credit.

Are you hit? What?

Are you wounded? No, it's Lieutenant
Austin's blood.

Turn it to Europe.

Better run if you want to catch them.

Shot. Behind the mastoid. BP?

Still elevated.

Let's get her some nitrite on board as
soon as we get her stabilized.

Let's go.

I need an intubation tray. I got it. I
have respiratory standing by.

I need Commander Schuster.

An hour away.

She hasn't got an hour. I'll have to go
in. We'll use the OR cat. That's not a

vacuum. We're not looking for a pinpoint
hemorrhage.

She's got a slug in her head. Go get her
quick. Yes, Doctor. Right away.

Lieutenant Commander Elsinger. Be here
at ten. I figured you'd want her by your

side. Who's Lieutenant Commander
Elsinger?

Commander. I don't mean to be rude, but
we're trying to save your lieutenant's

life. I suggest you get a cup of coffee.
We'll call you when we know what's

going on.

Go to hell, Lieutenant.

Who's Elsinger?

Lieutenant Commander Greta Elsinger. The
best OR nurse in Bethesda, ma 'am.

Well, at least we've got the best at
something, which obviously you're not.

Or you wouldn't be calling for Commander
Schuster or looking for support from

Lieutenant Commander Elsinger.

How long would it take to helicopter
commander Schutzer here?

The commander is being choppered in, ma
'am.

Well, I guess you're it.

We could just let her die.

You don't want to get smart with me,
Lieutenant.

If she dies, so does your career.

Count on it.

Nurse Helsing is here.

What have you got, Doctor?

She's hemorrhaging.

I have to open her up, try to control
the bleeding. We'll let Schuster remove

the slug. You might not be able to wait
that long.

I know.

Okay, let's get to work.

Excuse me.

May I help you, sir?

I'm looking for Lieutenant J .G. Austin.

Yes, sir. She's in surgery.

Is she okay?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir. Well,
can you tell me how long she'll be in

surgery? I'm sorry, Commander, but I
couldn't begin to give you an estimate.

Oh, another 40 to 45 minutes.

Coffee's in the fat lounge.

Was that a guess or did you know?

Oh, oh.

In the ice ages, I clerked for an
insurance firm that covered hospitals.

be surprised how many gunshot victims
figure they can't collect on whoever

them, so they sue whoever saved them.

If she goes longer than another 45
minutes, the damage must be so extensive

even if she survives, we'll wish she
hadn't.

Yeah.

Look, all Admiral Chet Wiggin told me
was that she was shot at Medevac here.

Commander Nelson, although I doubt
that's his real name, shot her in the

with a pistol, took a shot at me, missed
and disappeared.

What was he after?

Obviously, Lieutenant Austin. I just
walked in on the shooting.

Can you describe him? Yeah, 6 '2". Dark
hair, blue eyes, good looking, 40 -ish.

By the way, he's British Royal Navy.

British Royal Navy?

Yeah.

There was a fax in Meg's machine early
this morning detailing a secret

from someone codenamed Shepard.

No one?

I doubt it, but when I was having lunch
with Lieutenant Commander Carmichael...

Lieutenant Austin said you were at the
law library.

Anyway, while you were having lunch with
Lieutenant Commander Carmichael, I

mentioned the Shepard fax. He damn near
choked.

He told me to shred it and forget it.

When I mentioned it had an N -62 prefix,
he mumbled something about the Brits

screwing up.

I'll call a friend at the British
Embassy.

See what he can tell us.

I don't see any Subduro collections.
Looks like the mastoid's intact.

We won't know for sure until we get the
plug out.

Where the hell is Schuster?

At least ten minutes.

We haven't got the time.

We've got to relieve the pressure now.

All right, boys and girls, here we go.

Irrigate.

Suction.

Retractor.

My little girl.

Huh? I thought you were gone, Daddy. I
thought you were gone forever. Oh, baby.

I would never leave you forever.

Never.

Have you sent someone by?

No, I'm sorry. I'm sure you are.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you, Commander.

40 minutes. Yeah.

She was very lucky.

The bullet lodged between the inner
skull and the back of the brain.

They were able to remove the slug and
there's no apparent cerebellar tissue

loss. If she comes out, it's possible
she'll suffer little or no brain damage.

If she comes out, there was a lot of
bleeding and severe swelling causing

intracranial pressure.

Bottom line, Lieutenant?

She slipped into a coma.

Now, it's not...

uncommon for this kind of trauma.

Seeing people pull out, it's just hard
to predict.

We've administered an anticonvulsant
therapy, but there's always the

of multiple complications after brain
surgery.

Can we see her?

I'm sorry, sir. We're transferring her
down to ICU.

Keep us posted, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma 'am.

And, Lieutenant... Thank you.

N -62 is the Royal Navy's Pentagon
offices.

I called.

There is a Commander Nelson, but he
didn't report to work this morning.

Did somebody call her mother?

They're still trying to reach her.

Where are you going?

You get that fact?

That's what Commander Nelson was after.

If he was Commander Nelson.

It's a long way to find out. Hold on,
Commander.

We're not going anywhere until I change.

At some point, we're going to have to
involve states.

They'll just shut us out, you know it. A
foreign officer could be involved. Who

shot my partner in the head.

This is not a vigilante mission,
Commander. I'm not going to let you

way through it. And I'm not going to let
that bastard get away while you make

points with... You are way out of line,
mister.

I'm going to forgive that because your
partner's lying in a coma.

But I care about the people I work with
as much as you.

I want that bastard through.

I apologize, Commander.

I was out of line.

You want to feel guilty, huh?

Feel guilty for dumping your work on
her.

But don't think you would have somehow
prevented this if you were there.

You'd both probably have bullets in your
head.

I'm afraid we've located Commander
Nelson.

He's in his apartment.

That's not him.

Why am I not surprised?

How long has he been dead?

24 to 36 hours.

Cause of death?

Apparently a bullet to the back of the
head.

Well, he's bold. I'll give him that.
Walked right into our office

as someone he'd already killed.

That itinerary must have been damned
important for him to take a risk like

What the hell are you doing here?

Someone calling himself Commander Nelson
shot my partner this afternoon.

I know.

I'm sorry.

He got that fax.

And I told you to shred it. Who the hell
is Shepard?

Told you.

I think a bullet in my partner's head
earned that clearance.

I understand that you're upset.

But you have got to let the people that
know what they're doing handle this.

Would that be you, Lieutenant Commander?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

It would.

You don't seem to be doing a very good
job of it.

Now do you see why I want to go to
state?

Belgium's stone walls, too.

Everyone will harm.

Not everyone.

Dad always bragged about her hard head.

Said it was the Irish in her.

Yes, sir.

Any change?

No, not yet, but...

Don't count her out. She's a fighter.

Looks like you really stepped in at this
time, Commander.

It would appear so, sir.

Sir, this is Commander Allison Krennic.
Krennic? Real pleasure, Colonel.

Were you able to get a line on who
Shepard is?

Can she be trusted?

Without a doubt, sir.

Shepard is Boris Yeltsin. He arrives
here in Washington tomorrow on a secret

mission to sign an agreement.

banning the sale of nuclear material to
Pakistan.

And there is only one reason to kill for
his itinerary. To assassinate him. It's

worse than that. I'm convinced that the
assassin is Hemlock. I thought he was a

CIA myth.

So was Carlos until we got him.

I believe that Hemlock's working for the
Russian hardliners.

Three up -and -coming centrists have
disappeared the last several months, and

they can kill Yeltsin while he's here in
the United States, they win on two

fronts. I don't suppose anyone has a
picture of him like on file.

No one alive has ever seen him.

I have.

Then you, Commander, are a target.

I didn't know you were an artist.

I'm not as good as I'd like to be.

I can't get the eyes right.

What's wrong with them?

It's hard to explain. They're just...

Colder. Almost empty.

You know, if this guy's as good as they
say, I'm sure he can change his

appearance. Well, that's a start.

I doubt it.

He's probably out of the country by now.

Well, you think he'd just give up?

He's been compromised.

Has he?

He has to know the itinerary will be
changed.

And he can't risk another trip to the
Pentagon.

Yeah, well, he's not going to leave any
loose ends either. We need to get you to

a safe house.

Do you really want to close to me like a
nun?

Jack Whitten.

Jack? What the hell's he doing in here
this early?

I don't know.

My phone's been ringing all night long.

State Secret Service Naval Intelligence.

Even the damn park police want me to
call off my dogs.

Say you're crapping on their lawn.

That's because we're a step ahead of
them, Admiral.

This is a sketch of Lieutenant Austin's
shooter.

We have reason to believe it's Hemlock.

The assassin?

Yes, sir. It appears he's here to kill
President Yeltsin, sir.

Somebody needs to get him a geography
list.

Yeltsin's arriving in Washington
tomorrow to sign a secret arms

Stand at ease.

How the hell did we get involved in
this?

Pure accident, Admiral.

Hemlock infiltrated the Pentagon office
of a Royal Navy commander named Nelson.

got Yeltsin's itinerary from Nelson's
computer and downloaded it to Lieutenant

Austin's fax by mistake.

He posed as Commander Nelson to retrieve
the fax and shot Lieutenant Austin

because she could identify him, sir.

We have a chance to find him with this
sketch.

Which the other agencies don't have.

No, sir.

Screw him. Steal their thunder.

Sir? Steal their thunder. SOB comes in
here and shoots one of my officers. I

want him stuffed and put in my trophy
room.

And I want us to do it.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Sir, Commander Krennic is at risk.

She's the only one beside Lieutenant
Austin who knows what hemlock looks

sir. I beg your pardon, sir, but it
seems we all know what hemlock looks

Only you can identify him in court. Sir,
we have guards posted at Bethesda to

protect Lieutenant Austin.

Prudence would suggest we move Commander
Krennic to a safe house. When I became

a naval officer, Commander Rapp, I fully
expected to take risks. You don't have

to make yourself a target, Commander. I
am not making... That's enough!

I expect you to exercise due caution,
Commander.

Yes, sir.

As you were.

Master.

My gun.

She's convulsing! Get Dr. Klein now!

I could use some help in here!

How long?

I don't know. I'll have to drain the
ventricle here. Give me a twist drill on

the number 18 spinal needle now.

I missed you so much.

I missed you too, darling.

Why didn't you come back?

Well, I wanted to, Meg, but I had to
wait until you really needed me.

I do, Daddy, I do.

I know you do.

It's not so good.

Who is it?

Something wrong?

Are those real, or did you buy them?

Original equipment, inherited from my
grandmother.

Holly said that you could access the
Pentagon's personnel file.

I can access the whole damn network.

My grandmother left me this place, but I
like what yours left you

better. So do I.

Thank you.

I'm afraid we don't have one.

You've got to give me some place to
start.

Well, he would have been hired within
the last, what, three months?

Yeah. Well, that should know the feel.

Okay, we are down to less than 130
employees. You said he so assumed that

were looking for a male. That narrows it
to 86.

Okay, you think we can trust physical
characteristics?

No, you can't change his height that
much.

Try anyone between 5 '10 and 6 '3.

57.

Where do you think he'd be working?

Somewhere that would give him access
with minimal exposure.

Oh, custodial.

Nice, low profile, not much of a
security screen.

And we are down to 17 names, my friends.

How many worked over the weekend?

Well, then I would have to go on to
scheduling.

Is that a problem?

Not if you take me to dinner.

Can we eliminate blacks and Hispanics?

Yes.

Four. That's manageable. Can you pull
them up?

You'd have to wear something black above
the knee.

Don't push it.

That's strange.

What?

This one doesn't have a picture on file.
All employee ID pictures are scanned

into the system and stored digitally.

This one must have been removed.

That's our man, Richard Elsey.

4111 M Street. Um, I would like
someplace romantic, uh, candlelight,

soft music, and, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh,
preferably a hotel.

Looks like company figured it out before
us.

I know who.

Jag,

we're with Lieutenant Commander
Carmichael.

So on the other side, we've got the
flank and the snipers. Yeah. What the

are you doing here? Is he in there? Who?

Hemlock.

I don't know what you're talking about.
We're after Richard Eldon.

Parm, I told you we're on this. Now get
out of here before I have to call... Get

out!

Victor One, command, what's your status?
Over.

Command, Victor One, suspect is down.

Dead.

Affirmative. He blew his head off with a
shotgun.

What

do

you think, Commander?

He could use a head.

The size and body shape is right.

That looks like the pistol he shot
Lieutenant Austin with.

It's hemlock.

You can't be sure.

We'll check his prints.

I know it's him. No one has hemlocks.
Look, Harm, I'm really sorry you didn't

get to blow him away to avenge your
partner, but don't turn him into Elvis.

I got hemlock.

You son of a... My partner's in a coma
because you were afraid we'd be on to

something that'd steal your glory.

You knew Hemlock was after Yeltsin.

You knew anyone who had that fax was in
danger. And still you stonewalled me.

Well, no more.

You got proof.

I want it.

Fine.

I'll tell you.

And that's the end of it, Commander.

When your partner got shot, I ran
combinations on her fax number.

It turns out a Richard Elsey has the
same number if you transpose the last

digits. He retired as a Pentagon janitor
about a month ago.

A deeper check.

showed that Elsie died in infancy in
1954.

You're welcome.

Go to hell.

I'm telling you, Commander, it just
doesn't feel right. How so?

Look it, the CIA did an extensive workup
on Hemlock. This is a true sociopath.

He's not the kind of person who was
going to commit suicide.

He'd have gone down fighting.

He did for a while.

I don't think he wanted to be taken
alive.

Could be.

I... Marine.

Tell me something.

Why is Lieutenant Commander Rabb feeling
so responsible?

He's a good officer.

Yes, he is that.

Colonel, is the Yeltsin trip still on?

He's in the air as we speak.

I don't think it's safe for you to be
going home.

Because of what Ollie said?

The colonel's got pretty good entities.

You need to be careful.

At least until Yeltsin's trip is over.

I'm going home and taking a long, hot
bath.

Now, if you're really worried, you can
join me.

I'm going back to the hospital.

Ollie's there.

They'll call us if there's any change.

Harm, you haven't slept in two days.

I'll sleep when Meg's awake.

But I'll take a rain check.

If that were me in that coma,

would you?

Of course I would.

That's nice to know.

Don't start it.

Open the hood.

Harm? You're paranoid.

Humor me.

Satisfied? Nope.

You're holding up my bath.

Call the bond squad.

It doesn't prove he's alive.

My car's been parked here since I came
to work Monday.

Hemlock could have planted it any time
after shooting Lieutenant Austin and the

raid on his apartment. That was a weird
one.

You could safely start the car until the
timer armed it. After that, you turn

that ignition, boom.

When was the timer armed?

12. Noon or midnight?

It must be noon. It hadn't activated
yet.

He planted it after midnight.

Hemlock's alive.

Hold it.

Yeah. U .S. Secret Service.

I can take it from here, pal.

Sure thing.

If you just want to sign right there.

Who doesn't?

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

may I have your attention, please?

I'm afraid you have been invited to our
reception under false pretexts.

You are not here to witness the signing
of a trade agreement between myself and

Ambassador Cook.

Instead, you are here to witness the
historic signing of a new nuclear non

-proliferation treaty between the
President of the United States, the

Prime Minister, and the President of
Russia.

Bruce. Now what?

Hemlock's alive.

Give it a rest. He planted a bomb in my
car sometime after midnight.

Okay, who the hell's Elvin? Who the hell
cares?

An accomplice? A fall guy? What if it
matters?

Hemlock's out there. The bomb was set to
arm after 12 noon.

When's Elvin supposed to sign the
treaty?

Where?

Where, damn it?

Embassy Row Hotel.

Even if he is alive, he'll never get
past security.

All right. Hold it right there, please.

All right.

Go on. Go ahead. Get up.

I expect you to figure this out. I need
the five people here and I need them

now. I can't wait to tell.

Identification, please.

Who are you?

Korban.

Russian security.

May I see your identification, please?

Thank you.

I don't know you.

Who are you?

Murdock. British Secret Service.

Thank you.

Hold it.

Stop right there.

Sir, if you don't back up right now, I
will arrest you. Okay, George.

Come on, come on, come on.

They changed their minds. They want it
back.

Amen.

Tell me it's him.

It's him

I gotta go, Meg.

I wanna go with you.

Well, not today. You're not ready.

Yes, I am. I wanna go with you, please.

There's no need to rush things. We're
gonna ride together soon enough.

It's just not time yet.

Don't leave me, Daddy.

I love you, little darling.

Daddy!

I love you, darling.

No, Meg, it's Ollie.

Oh, Ollie.

I thought you were my dad.

I was just talking to him.

I had a feeling that something like that
was going on.

Hi, Harm.

Hiya, Meg.

How was lunch?