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Hey, it's Harm. I can't take a call right now, but if you leave your name

number, I'll get right back to you.

Rap, it's Web.

If you dare pick up, I need to talk to you. It's an emergency.

Hey, he said it's an emergency.

It's always an emergency with Web.

Rap, I know you're there. Pick up.

Rap.

Yes.

Rap!

Well, you're obviously not the cleaning lady.

I'm Agent Candela from the Central Intelligence Agency.

That gives you the right to break into my apartment?

You're a friend of Clayton Webb's? Webb and I have worked together from time to

time.

We're having difficulty locating Mr. Webb.

Well, I can assure you he's not in my apartment. His phone records indicate

he made a one -minute phone call to you at approximately 10 .50 last night.

You monitor his phone?

I told you, we're having difficulty. Locating him, yeah, you said that.

What did you two talk about last night, Commander?

Nothing.

He left a message asking me to call him.

Excuse me.

Candela.

No, nothing.

I'll be there.

If you hear from Webb, please give me a call.

You have a nice place here, Commander.

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

Well, aren't you going to open it?

I can't.

Don't you want to see how well you did?

Yeah, I just can't do it right now.

I can do it.

No, you can't do it either.

Why not?

Because... Because Major McKenzie always reads me my grades.

What? I'm usually so nervous about getting my marks that she does it for

they always turn out great.

It's kind of like she brings me good luck.

The majors are good luck charm.

What am I?

Unlucky?

A curse? Some bad mojo?

Harriet. Forget it.

Morning, sir. Morning, sir. Morning.

Morning. Hey, when was the last time you saw Webb?

In Iran, when he briefed us about the stealth aircraft. Why?

CIA was at my apartment this morning looking for him.

He's missing.

You think he's in trouble?

I'm sure it's nothing. You know Webb.

Yeah. Thanks.

You want to see us here?

Please, have a seat.

About an hour ago, Clayton Webb's body was found on a freighter in the

shipyards.

The CIA notified me of Webb's death only because of our past relationship.

Before you start asking me any other questions, that's all I know.

You do want to know more, though, sir, don't you?

Commander, I want to know where to send flowers to his mother.

I want to know where the funeral's going to be held.

Yes, sir. And I want to know who the hell killed him.

Someone said there was a hunky -looking commander in my office.

Where?

Hey,

what's wrong?

I need you to get me into the morgue.

The morgue?

Please tell me this is not a fantasy of yours.

A friend of mine was killed last night.

I'm sorry, who was it?

Clayton Webb. The man who called you last night?

There were three bodies brought in over the last 24 hours.

Clayton Webb was one of them.

His body was badly burned and had to be identified from dental records.

The other two bodies were found on the ship, wasn't it?

One was ID'd, the other still a John Doe. Can you give me copies of the

Are you going to tell me what this is all about?

What if I knew, Jordan?

At approximately 0400 Zulu this morning, there was an explosion aboard.

The Kamiko Maru, Japanese freighter out of Nagoya.

The cause of the explosion is still under investigation, and the names of

victims are being withheld until notification of next of kin.

But we do know that Mr. Webb was one of them.

I have a hit on the other names, sir.

Shohei Wakita, computer specialist out of Osaka.

Taught for a while at MIT. I was able to pull an article he wrote off the

Internet. Take a look at the top of page two here.

While doing research and development at the Bradenhurst Corporation, Shohei

Wakita... If Wakita worked for Bradenhurst, that means defense security

divisions involved.

We dismantled the DSC, sir. Yeah, that's right, and in doing so, left a bunch of

unemployed intelligence agents scrambling to find work.

But we need a flight to Fort Leavenworth.

I'm on it, sir.

If anybody can tell us what's going on, it's Clark Palmer.

Who are you?

Clark Palmer.

Who are you?

No prisoner has ever escaped from Leavenworth.

Then where is he, Colonel?

He was just with him, Commander.

That man did not Clark Palmer.

I know.

He's tried to kill me twice.

This is Clark Palmer, sir.

Well, according to our records, the man you just met is Clark Palmer.

DSD must have made the switch after the trial.

The real Clark Palmer probably never set foot in this prison, Harm.

Which means he's been on the streets for almost a year.

I still can't believe that Clayton's dead.

I mean, I know that he had some faults, pulled some stunts, but... Well, he

almost got us killed on more than one occasion.

Despite everything that he put us through.

There's something always kind of lovable about Clayton.

Well, apparently not everybody shared our sentiment.

Maybe Webb got caught up in some sort of intelligence war and Palmer murdered

him.

When Palmer took me hostage, he kept bragging about being a forensic artist.

The way Webb was killed is too sloppy for Palmer.

I know the way he thinks.

Don't get inside Palmer's head, Harm. It's not some place you want to be.

It may be the only way to find him. Unless he finds you first.

Webb was not the only one that Palmer had a grudge against.

I'm not afraid of Palmer, Mac. Well, I am for you.

I hope he does come after me.

That McFindin' him a whole lot easier.

You're holding something out on me, aren't you?

I didn't want to pick it up.

I figured... I figured he was trying to involve me in another one of his spook

operations.

When I finally did answer it, he was gone.

You had no way of knowing.

I know that.

I still feel guilty.

Guy reached out to me. I let him down.

Palmer's out there.

Somewhere. I can feel him.

Does Clayton Webb know about this?

Webb? No.

Mr. Webb is very careful not to get his hands dirty.

That's why the company has wet boys like you, huh?

Wet boys?

You've been reading too many spy novels.

They call assassins these days, isn't it?

I prefer to think of myself as a forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can walk up to some poor soul with a gun to the base of his

skull and blow his brains out of his forehead.

But it takes true artistry to have that same guy choke on a hot dog at a

baseball game in front of 15 ,000 people or suffer a stroke on the dance floor

at his daughter's wedding.

He's like a disease.

You know, that... that sick, eerie feeling you get just before the flu

your body.

Harm, I'm staying here tonight.

I'm a big boy. I don't need to be protected, but thank you. Besides,

wanted me dead.

He's been out almost a year. He made a move by now, right? Yeah, I know, but it

would make me feel better.

I'll sleep on the couch, and I promise I won't snore.

I just can't believe he's dead.

Well, you didn't really like him anyway.

No, that's just it. I didn't.

But now that he's dead... Yeah, well, now you only see the good. That's

I'm just beginning to realize what a really decent man he was.

He was very dedicated to his job. He made tough decisions without emotion.

You need to make me think that all my superstitions about opening my grades

really silly.

Here.

No.

No? No.

I mean, I'm sure you did great, but what if by some fluke you messed up, and

then I open the letter, and forever I'm your bad luck charms?

No. Well, you know, I think this good luck, bad luck thing is really stupid.

I have a beautiful wife. I have a great career. I'm going to be a father.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Please.

Hey.

You were third in your class.

Really? Yeah. Wow.

I'm so proud of you.

Hey.

He kicked me.

No, he didn't.

He gave his daddy a high five.

I thought I heard something outside, but it was nothing.

Go back to sleep.

Is it always this cold in here?

Want me to turn the heat up?

Yeah, maybe a little.

Mac, you really should go home and get a decent night's sleep. You're going to

be all right.

I wouldn't sleep even if I wasn't home.

Rarely do.

You want to talk about it?

All right.

I expected there to be death when I joined the Marines.

I joined JAG. Not like this.

It's like everyone around me keeps dying.

Hey.

You had nothing to do with this.

No.

Dalton would still be alive if he hadn't been involved with me.

My ex -husband wouldn't have died if he hadn't come back to see me.

You don't know that.

Okay. And you certainly had nothing to do with Clayton's death.

Come here, I'm crying like a big baby.

No wonder they don't want women in combat.

Hey, men cry in combat all the time.

They just don't admit it.

All right, go on.

Go back to bed. I'm supposed to be here watching out for you, remember?

Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

Good night, ninja girl.

Would you mind if I stripped it down?

What'd you say?

Your pistol.

Can I clean it for you? It would give me something to do.

Can you do it quietly?

Yeah.

Morning, sir. Morning.

Hey.

Hi. I have something for you.

The judge dismissed your DUI charge without prejudice due to extenuating

circumstances.

Thank you.

Try to contain your enthusiasm. I'm sorry.

I have copies of the autopsy reports you asked for.

What was the cause of death?

Two Japanese nationals were killed by multiple 9mm gunshot wounds, most likely

from an automatic.

And Webb?

The same.

However, he was also severely burned from the explosion and ensuing fire.

I'm sorry.

Morning. Morning.

Am I interrupting?

Webb's autopsy report.

I have to get back to work.

I'll call you tonight?

Yeah.

Seems like she takes good care of you.

You both do.

Go ahead with it. How are you doing?

Hey,

Hendricks. Agent King, I have a photograph for you.

Hey.

Who are you?

I'm Ray.

Ray.

Where's Howard?

Oh, didn't you hear? He was in a car accident.

Oh, is he okay?

Well, actually, I heard he got hurt pretty bad.

What were you doing to my computer?

Nothing, ma 'am. Just doing my dusting.

What's in the rag?

Sorry?

Your rag. I thought you put something in it.

Open the rag now.

You really shouldn't keep food in your desk, man.

It attracts them. I don't.

Well, get rid of it.

Yes, ma 'am.

According to this autopsy report, sir, one of the men killed with Webb aboard

the freighter was a Japanese scientist with links to the Bradenhurst

Corporation.

If Bradenhurst Corporation is involved, Defense Security Division is involved,

sir.

DSD was dismantled. Try telling that to Special Agent Clark Palmer, sir.

I tried to contact Palmer at 11. We're thinking he may know who killed Webb.

He wasn't there.

What do you mean, wasn't there? Where the hell is he?

I have no idea, sir.

D .S .D. must have made the switch with Palmer before he got to Leavenworth.

This man is in there posing as Palmer, serving his time.

There's a rumor of a mole within the CIA feeding information to former D .S .D.

agents.

Webb must have found the mole.

Actually, there's speculation that Webb is the mole.

That is ludicrous, sir. I would stake my life on it.

Palmer's free? That's exactly what you're doing.

Sir Webb may not have always been above board with us, but he always came

through in the end.

I owe him as much.

Sorry.

Did you know that Mr. Webb is a musician?

No, I didn't know he competed at the 88 Olympics either.

Get out of here. Doing what?

Modern pentathlon.

Even though he's gone, he's still full of surprises.

I'll say.

Commander Rabb.

Who's Robin?

Robert, sir.

What are you doing here, Kendall?

I'm heading up an official CIA investigation.

The question is, what are you two doing here?

Eating plants.

As a lawyer, I suspect you're somewhat of a student on human behavior,

Commander.

You can tell when a person is lying or concealing the truth from their speech

patterns to their body language.

The very way that they look at you.

Yes, I can.

Good.

Because right now you're acting very much like a man who knows something he

not telling me. I read the autopsy report.

I know that one of the bodies found with Webb aboard the freighter was a

Japanese scientist working for the Bradenhurst Corporation.

I also know that you're using us like pointers on a bird hunt.

It's time to let us in, Candela.

When the government decided to shut down the Defense Security Division, a lot of

operatives got the axe.

Most of them were transferring to other departments.

But a few of them wound up going into business for themselves in the private

sector. Intelligence fell away, Bandits. Knowledge is power, power is money. Big

money.

The CIA and these rogue DSD agents have been fighting over everything from intel

on Saddam to the latest technology in stealth missiles.

Which is why these rogue DSD agents have a mole in the CIA.

That's an unsubstantiated rumor.

Unfortunately, the circumstances of Webb's death add fuel to the rumor.

There are those in the company that believe Webb was the mole.

Mr. Webb was not a mole.

I believe that.

But my superiors want to know what he was doing on that ship. That was not a

operation. The director believes that Webb was working for the DSD. Never

happened. You want to know who killed Webb?

Find Agent Palmer.

Clark Palmer?

He's in Leavenworth.

No, he isn't.

But why do I think you already knew that, Kendall?

I swear to you, I didn't.

But I'm going to find out if somebody above me did.

Sir, you don't think... Let's feed the fish, man.

Yes.

Boogie?

What the hell are you doing here?

I got a better question.

What the hell are you doing talking to Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rapp?

Webb called him right before he died.

He knows you're not in Leavenworth.

Well, now we got us a game.

He thinks you killed Webb.

He should know better.

That sloppy piece of work on that ship was your mess, not mine.

Some of us don't have the taste for this sort of thing like you do.

What were you doing in my office today? Somebody could have recognized you. I

was accessing the CIA's computer system.

You know, that superconductor was never recovered.

You lied to me.

You'll get it as soon as we find it.

And if you don't?

Then we both lose a lot of money.

I don't like losing.

What are you gonna do, Palmer?

Kill me?

I already did.

Didn't anyone ever tell you these things would kill you?

Dug up some more on Shohei Wakita from Interpol, Commander.

He's part of a team working on a room temperature superconductor that was

from a laboratory in Osaka several months ago.

They think he stole it?

He disappeared with a prototype.

Apparently, Wakita wasn't aware that the Defense Security Division was funding

his research at Bradenhurst. As soon as he found out, he split with the

superconductor. So Webb was trying to bring in Wakita and the prototype.

So what makes this superconductor worth killing for?

A room temperature superconductor is the holy grail of microprocessing.

If Wakita had perfected such a device, it would bring about a quantum leap in

computer speed.

It would be as if...

Everyone in the world were using Commodore 64s, and you were using a Cray

supercomputer. Technology would be worth gazillions of dollars.

Military applications... It'd have something faster, smarter, and deadlier

anything anybody else had. Exactly the sort of thing Palmer would kill to get

his hands on.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Webb's been informed of your presence.

She'll be with you momentarily.

Ma

'am.

Commander Rapp.

I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Webb.

I'd like to offer my condolences.

Thank you.

I know that this is a difficult time, ma 'am, but Clayton was a friend of mine.

Clayton didn't have many friends.

Even as a child, he was a loner.

Would you like to come inside?

Thank you.

Mrs. Webb, when was the last time you saw Clayton?

We went riding on Sunday.

We do every weekend.

Did he seem trouble to you, ma 'am?

No.

Did he mention what he was working on?

Please sit down. Thank you.

Clayton would consider such conversation in very poor taste.

Of course he would, ma 'am. I apologize for mentioning it. Nonsense, Commander.

You're trying to find who in the intelligence community killed him.

Commander, I met Clayton's father, Neville, in the late 50s while I was

at Arlington Hall.

Neville was distinguished, mysterious.

Clayton's the spitting image of him.

Neville was with the National Security Agency at the time.

And I was breaking Russian codes as part of Project Venona. It was all very

exciting.

I had hoped that Clayton would become a doctor or a teacher. I would even

have been happy that he'd become a lawyer.

But he didn't.

Instead, he decided to follow in the family business, as it were.

See, Commander, the webs have always been... Intelligence agents.

Such work has its risks.

But then so does commuting on the Beltway.

For men like my husband and my son, there's no greater honor than giving

life for one's country.

Excuse me.

You have a phone call, Mrs. Webb.

Please take a message.

It's from Lieutenant Abby Cowan, ma 'am.

Thank you.

I'll be right there.

I'm afraid I must excuse myself.

I appreciate your coming here. This is a difficult time for me.

But I find solace in knowing that my son has such a good friend hunting for his

killer.

Goodbye, Commander.

Ma 'am.

Well, I just ran her name through the military database.

Lieutenant Abby Cowan is not in the Navy, Army, Air Force, or Marines, sir.

What about the Coast Guard?

You're back.

Yeah. I went and saw Webb's mother.

How is she?

Resilient. While I was there, she took a call from a Lieutenant Abby Cowan.

Who's that?

I'm trying to find that out now.

You know that Webb's father worked for NSA and his mother broke Russian code?

I thought they were old money types.

Well, I guess code -breaking runs in the family.

Why do you say that?

Well, after Harvard, Webb did some postgraduate work at the National

Cryptographic School.

Webb ever work for NSA?

Uh, 14 months to be exact.

Did he go to the State Department after that?

Well, sort of. I have him joining the State Department in 92, which leaves

years unaccounted for.

Supposedly he was traveling around the world.

Yeah, right, working for the CIA.

Abby Cowan could be a man's name.

It wouldn't affect the search, sir.

Harm?

Try local law enforcement. Baltimore Homicide Department.

Yeah? I think you might want to see this.

I think I found Lieutenant Cowan.

Lieutenant Abby Cowan is an anagram.

For Clayton Webb.

Webb is alive.

This is Lieutenant Roberts at the Navy's Judge

Advocate General's office calling for Agent Paul Candela.

Yes, I'll hold.

Why would Webb go to these extremes to make people think he's dead?

Easier to move around if everyone thinks you're dead.

Safest way to recover that superconductor.

Excuse me?

When?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Agent Candela's dead.

Palmer?

We better bring the Admiral up to speed.

Mac, you want to check if he can see us? Yeah.

Where are you going, sir?

Fine web.

Alone? Sir, Major McKenzie is going to want to go with you, and so do I.

She's safer here, and so are you.

But what about Palmer?

Palmer's my problem, bud.

Commander, I really don't think that this is a good idea.

Stand down, Lieutenant. That's an order.

Hey, where's Harm?

He left, ma 'am.

What do you mean he left? Where did he go?

He went to go find Mr. Webb. I wanted to go with him. He ordered me to stay

here.

Why didn't he wait for me?

Because he cares about you very much.

That's why he went alone.

Brad, what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

How did you know I was alive?

Well, I was at your mother's house when Lieutenant Abby Cowan called.

Not bad.

You alone?

Yeah.

How do you know your word followed?

Clay, that doesn't look good. We need to get you to a hospital.

No, it's just a flesh wound.

How the hell did you find me?

Wasn't easy.

It wasn't supposed to be.

So you're going to tell me what's going on, or are we going to play 20

questions?

Two weeks ago, I made arrangements to smuggle a Japanese physicist into this

country with a superconductor he developed for the Bradenhurst

I couldn't tell anyone because someone in the CIA has been leaking intelligence

to a group of former DSD agents. You came here without backup. Not very

wet. Hey, I managed to ditch the superconductor and still make it off the

I didn't get a good look at my would -be assassin, but I knew that sooner or

later he'd come back here after the police left to find it.

I think our leak's an agent named Paul Candela, but I need proof.

Not anymore.

Candela's dead.

Palmer killed him.

Special Agent Clark Palmer?

I thought you put him in prison. So did I.

So did everyone.

Hey, Harm.

Long time no see, buddy.

No one followed you, huh?

Now where's that superconductor? You're not exactly in a position to make any

demands, Palmer. Oh, on the contrary.

You see, if I don't leave here with that superconductor in the next ten minutes,

Rab here will never see Lieutenant Commander Parker again.

Who's Lieutenant Commander Parker?

Rab's soon -to -be -dead girlfriend.

You got a girlfriend?

You're bluffing. Come on, Rab. I don't bluff.

Huh?

She should be at your apartment by now.

Compliment for that message you left her. You know, the one about the

dinner tonight?

Oh.

Wait a second. That was me.

Boy, is she in for a surprise.

He's messing with your head.

Don't listen to him.

Call her if you don't believe me.

There's no answer.

Not even your answering machine?

That's strange.

Must mean I disabled your phone.

Or maybe I rigged it to explode, but the first call I received meaning you just

blew your girlfriend to hell.

Oops. Well, if she's dead, Palmer, then I have no reason not to kill you.

Okay, okay.

She's alive.

For now.

But she won't be if I don't have that freaking superconductor. Now let's have

it, Brad. The clock's ticking.

Give him the superconductor.

I can't.

We have no choice, Platt. She could be my girlfriend, Harmon. I still wouldn't

give it to him.

You can't shoot me.

I'm the only one who knows where it's hidden.

Get someone over to my apartment right away and get off this ship. What about

Palmer? Palmer's my problem. Go, I'll cover you.

King, it's Webb.

Yeah, I'm alive.

What's the item? Ah!

King's over.

You do good work Webb.

You okay?

Yeah.

Jordan?

Jordan? Jordan?

Art?

Oh my God, what happened to you? Oh, I... I... I ran into a door.

Hey.

Come on now.

We gotta get out of here.

What's wrong?

I'll explain later.

Where are we going?

Uh... How's the father sound?

We swept through your apartment twice.

No bombs, no toxins, nothing.

He was there, Webb. Harm, do you know what the wilderness of mirrors is?

It's a state of extreme paranoia experienced by spooks and spies who've

the business too long.

Killing you would be too easy.

He wants you looking over your shoulder, living in a world of fear for the rest

of your life.

Palmer's ultimate revenge is leaving you in the wilderness of mirrors.