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70 kilometers to the base.
How much fuel?
600 kilograms.
Equipment is in order.
We have time for dinner. How about you?
If the officers didn't eat anything, what will they eat? They will eat meat.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Okay, big thing
I am your friend. I thought it might be useful, sir. I found it in the library.
Language guide for invading troops?
Which is the road to Moscow?
Well, there's some general stuff in there, too, sir.
If I may.
Where is the toilet?
Well, that'll definitely come in handy. Thanks, Tyner. Yes, sir.
Dr. Schor's online.
Making a preliminary statement now. Hi, guys.
Come back.
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. Oh, the one we rescued from
drowning? Yeah, Bud will cover it. I will?
I've asked Agent Hidachi to come on and review the testimony. I don't want
anything slipping through the cracker on the Coralton Gate.
You're still here.
Apparently not.
I'm disappointed I'll be missing Colonel's case.
Commander, your assignment is just as valuable as anything we're doing here.
Yes, sir.
Now, are you prepared to help the Russians?
Admiral, their military law on the books is fine. It's the administration that's
questionable. I have some suggestions, sir. I'm sure you do.
This advisory mission was set up at a high level. Be diplomatic.
Yes, sir.
Aren't I always?
Just don't shoot holes in any courtroom ceilings.
Renee, this was so nice of you. One little problem with the dress.
You looked so fabulous at that ball, Harriet.
Thank you. But the dress. I took it to the dry 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?
Yes.
We have no borscht today.
Will you take me to the airport?
Do you really have to go to Russia, Harm? I mean, can't they fix their own
stupid laws by themselves?
It's my job, Renee.
Couldn't Matt go?
Renee, this is an opportunity to reform Russian military justice. It's
important.
Here is your offer.
Welcome to Moscow.
I was told I'd be meeting with the senior procurator.
Oh, he's a very busy man.
Well, I'm sure he is, but if he can't find the time, maybe he should delegate
somebody else to listen to my suggestions.
You can begin by familiarizing yourself with our legal processes.
I've brought you a selection of files.
This one's from 1963.
A broad selection.
It's in Russian.
I will arrange language lessons.
Look, I don't have that kind of time.
Perhaps you would like to meet ladies. You are our guest.
Colonel, I'm here to help reform the Russian military system of justice.
You will have better luck with ladies.
Commander Wade Carlton sold out his country.
He violated his oath to defend the Constitution in the most heinous way
possible, trading his honor for cash.
He sold military secrets to Russian agents and then crept away like a thief
the night. Objection. The characterization of my client is a
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.
All ruled.
We will prove each and every charge and specification.
And when all the evidence is in, I am convinced that you will convict
Carlton of the most serious charge that any court -martial has to consider.
Espionage.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello? Hello?
Oh,
this is not the toilet?
No, no.
This used to be the toilet.
I can believe that.
Not the toilet now.
You are the American.
Yes. And already it works?
Well, not quite. I don't speak or read Russian, so... I can help.
Um, Garrison, a tank mechanic ran away and broke the window of the butcher shop
and stole 20 kilos of lamb.
Sounds serious.
Also, um, Garrison, three private hijack a truck of tomatoes.
Maybe they were going to get together and make a shish kebab.
Old Gerson Edgerton found shot in dispute with local mafia board.
They fight over ownership of the nightclub.
They were partners.
His men are stealing food and he has enough money to own a nightclub? Sounds
like he was stealing their pay.
Exactly.
You're not drunk.
Captain...
Volkanov. And you are not a naive and stupid American, Commander Reb.
Thank you.
I just wanted to see.
Why? Because in these bad days for the Russian army, there is so much
corruption, about which some of my superiors are complacent.
These the same superiors who stuck me in the toilet here?
Some do good in the Kremlin around 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
An objective outsider will be useful, especially one with protection as an
American guest.
Do you have anything better to do?
Tonight on Treasure Island, an unexpected turn when four contestants...
with Husserl Point in an open water raft race. Marcy Reynolds, the leader, is
delayed by an encounter with the U .S. Navy.
Wow, she's a real fighter.
I had 20 bucks from her to win the whole thing.
Job -related research, gentlemen?
Yes, sir. That's the woman's doing it.
I can't talk her back in.
Commander Carlton first came under suspicion when he showed up in
photos. He was with Andrei Silknov, an intelligence operative at the Russian
embassy. And that led the Bureau to put Commander Carlton under surveillance.
That's correct.
Agent Adachi, can you tell us what happened on July 12th of this year?
I followed Commander Carlton from the Pentagon to a strip mall in Arlington
where I saw him make a dead drop.
A dead drop?
He put a briefcase into a used clothing bin run by a charity organization.
An hour later, a Russian national dressed in coveralls with the name of
charity on him opened the box.
What did you do?
I detained the Russian and took possession of the briefcase.
Referring to Exhibit 7?
Yes, and contained several computer disks.
As previously testified, those disks contained deployment schedules for the
Atlantic Fleet, bidding specifications for the next generation Joint Strike
Fighter, and a variety of other files from Naval Intelligence?
That's right. Then a judge granted us a search warrant. We arrested the
defendant and searched his home. And what did you find there?
$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 the rest of your life. You should listen to
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.
Mick,
you're overreacting. Mick.
You were close enough to that bomb to scourge your hair.
So I got a few split ends.
Sarah, for once, be serious.
Mick, I can take care of myself.
Just my luck.
I fell in love with Sheena, queen of the jungle.
You know it turns you on.
A bit.
Don't you have to get up early and start your new job in the morning?
What, are you sending me home?
I have to get an early start tomorrow.
Were you really happy to see me move here?
Didn't I look happy?
I don't know, Sarah. I was too nervous.
But looking back, I think maybe I should have called and talked it over.
Before putting your naval career on hold and moving 12 ,000 miles without even
telling me.
Oh, you put it that way. It doesn't sound so big.
Nick, you make me very happy.
So I'm sorry, really, that you have to get out of here.
By 0500.
I was contributed on the communism.
I was going to do my time and then go back to school to study poetry.
Communism died and I didn't need poetry.
So the army sent me to Moscow State University to study law.
This is my car.
For the first time in Russian history, the laws were going to matter.
I've studied the code. The laws are fine. In books. In books, even communism
sounded fine. But in practice, anybody they want to get, they get.
And anybody who don't want to get...
307
Pushkin Prospect.
This is the home of Colonel General Arkady Krylov.
16 rooms, a dozen bucks, sauna, four -car garage, five cars.
But his salary is 3 ,000 rubles a month.
One hundred ten dollars.
Maybe he rents out some of the rooms.
Maybe.
Maybe he diverts his own man's pay and invests it in pyramid schemes.
Maybe he shakes down businessmen for Christian, military protection.
Maybe he sells weapons.
And they won't let you move against them?
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's deputy commander of Western Caucasus forces.
Apparently he doesn't care.
Well, the Russian people care. I've read the papers. There's anti -Chechen
hysteria.
We prefer to call it pro -Russian patriotism. Whatever.
So all we have to do is catch him selling weapons to the enemy. Then
protect him.
That's all?
We just go to Chechnya and catch him in the act. Well, you have anything better
to do?
The war in Chechnya continues unabated. Russian troops advanced on Chechen
strongholds and claim the rebels are on the retreat.
Russian President Vladimir Putin vows to cross the opposition and the breakaway
republic by the end. Anything Commander Carlton didn't try to sew, maintenance
reports Los Angeles -class submarines.
Test results for a failed experiment with mind -seeking dolphins is quite a
lift. Commander Carlton went through the Pentagon like it was a yard sale, sir.
He shipped it all to the Russians, the garbage and the goodies.
Ship's technical manual for turbine generators.
What's this?
A schematic drawing of some kind of industrial facility, sir.
It says Rouge.
Was it a makeup factory?
We never determined what it was, sir.
Maybe they killed him to make him stop sending so much junk.
Rogue map to Michigan.
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.
Yes? Hello, I got your number from... Wade Carlton?
Never heard of him.
Webb?
Mack?
So, Captain Volkanov, 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
family. When duty allows.
Commander, I rather gather that your country is disappointed in our conduct
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 week 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
situation.
Well, of course, it is an honor to cooperate with the International
for Military Jurisprudence.
I will arrange for you to do anything you want.
Let's see. Can it be or are?
There's no telling, ma 'am.
Ma 'am, I can't believe this.
You think a drowning person would think that people have saved her?
Think?
Ask.
Shipwrecked. Genius.
Bud actually has to prepare papers to rebut her, too.
Depositions are scheduled. There's more research.
Is there anything else I can help you with, ma 'am?
Yeah.
Plug the next person that tells me I'm glowing, will you?
Yes, ma 'am. And if you see Tyner, tell him... Oh!
Ma 'am?
Ow! Somebody get me a chair.
You got it. It's okay.
I know CPR, ma 'am.
I'm drowning, Gunny.
Again? I once delivered a baby in a patrol car, sir. I'll go get the
No!
It doesn't feel like contractions, Admiral.
I'm okay.
He's feeling better. It's okay. Can you walk?
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Okay. Gunny, go get our covers. Yes, sir.
Let's go.
There is the Sunza River, Commander.
It used to float barges to the oil fields when the oil fields were working.
You speak very good English, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Where are the Chechen lines?
In the mountains, but...
They have a bad habit of not sticking to their lines, sir.
I heard they shot down an aircraft near Bachi Yurt and attacked an armed train
near Gudimez.
Gudimez, commander?
Not possible.
Chechens put it on their website.
If you believe everything Chechens say, you cannot be a very good lawyer, sir.
Sergeant, can you take us to Kamyshev?
The armory, sir? Yeah, that must be well guarded. Can you take us there?
He's restricted to those with proper authorization, Captain. General Krylov
we could go anywhere we wanted.
That's not what he told me, sir.
Webb, I know it's against the CIA blood oath, but could you for once just answer
a question?
No. Commander Carlton is dead. The case is closed.
Then why are we here?
Why did he call you?
Webb, two Marine guards were killed.
All right.
There's not much to tell.
He called you four times and all he talked about was the Redskins?
He offered to go double to provide misinformation to the Russians. But it
too late. He'd already been arrested.
But he kept calling?
He was desperate.
He claimed to know something big.
I figured I'd wait till you convicted him. I'd have more leverage.
You don't know what the big secret was?
Nope.
Who would?
Well, the Russians are the ones he was in the secrets business with.
Well, there's a man that he dealt with at the Russian embassy named Sukhnov.
Andrei Sukhnov, a colonel in the SVR, whatever the KGB is calling itself this
week. Where was Sukhnov when the bomb went off? Geneva.
He left the States two hours after Carlton was picked up and hasn't been
He probably would have been on his way home pretty soon anyway.
Why?
When he worked at Moscow Central, he had a falling out with a superior named
Vladimir Putin.
The same Putin who is now the Russian president?
It's going to be hell on Sukhnov'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 he is, the American.
General, do you want to come with me after Captain Carlton's explosion?
If he understands that this is not only a weapon sale.
We'll see, I'll figure it out.
a little food. How about you? Would you direct us to the offices, Master
Sergeant?
Beyond the fuel tanks.
But I don't know if Commander Rapp can stomach the food.
You hate all Americans or just me, Sergeant?
Do you think all Russians are idiots, sir? Or just mean? 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 a war of 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
angelic Chechens, not the soldiers who are doing their duty.
Ten days ago, I was shot down over the Eurasmart.
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.
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?
Here's 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 manifestos.
He sells weapons to the Chechens and delivers half empty crates to his own
troops. I am to provide aerial reconnaissance for a convoy from
tomorrow. It might be interesting to see what's in those boxes.
Or what is it?
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 doctor's got a pay raise Navy lawyer's 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. Calstone?
He was transferred to Japan.
Any spotting?
No.
Let's take a look on the ultrasound, okay?
You'll check amniotic fluid levels, look for placenta previa. You're not a
doctor, are you, Admiral?
No, I just delivered her first baby.
Tied off the umbilical cord with my husband's shoelace.
My nurse is on break. If any patients come in... Oh, yeah, got it. Yeah.
Thank you.
Set it down in front of them.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
There's no placental abnormalities.
The fluid volume is normal.
Looks like a slight ligament strain near the uterus. Have you been doing a lot
of lifting?
I have an 18 -month -old son.
Oh, that's sad.
I'll give you a painkiller that won't hurt you or your baby.
Look at that. The head jerk back. Why?
Hiccups.
Don't worry. She's fine.
She?
You didn't know?
It's a girl.
This manifest says 15 Igla missiles, like the one that shot down Sergeant
Zhukov. That's exactly what's in this truck.
You said 20 cases of AK -47s. They're all here.
What did you expect, sir?
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
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 Achgoy 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 a terrorist activity there.
That's why the weapons are still here.
This convoy's being set up for an ambush.
I'm waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda. You'll come waltzing Matilda with
me. And his ghost may... Hi, love.
Mick!
What are you... You forgot.
Levin Dome, 1930.
Stuff Levin Dome.
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. He knows we enjoy life.
Tell me, Jingo.
Only enough for two.
Evening, Colonel.
Since you're so interested in the Carlton murder, I thought you might want
hear the forensics results.
It smells like a bistro I knew in Belgrade.
One of Milosevic's henchmen was poisoned there.
Uh, Mick, you know Clayton Webb?
The spy.
Good day, mate.
Haven't seen you since Australia, Commander.
When you and Rab 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.
I need to know.
Why? Mick, Jingo needs a walk.
I'll watch the burgers.
Come on, Jingle.
We'll tell our own secrets.
Analysis of the bomb residue indicates Semtex.
Very popular behind the old Iron Curtain. About as easy to buy as Coca
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?
How did you...
Too many of them.
So we go down shooting.
We 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?
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.
Well, that would be good. What do you think, Mr. Webb?
After this one, we can have lunch.
Somebody here ordered a hyper -turbo cabin cruiser with remote control.
Hello, Sarah.
It's delightful to see you again.
Webb, you know Mark Falcon?
Also known as Major Sokol of the Russian Federal Security Service.
You're looking for a killer.
He was here, but he's gone. How do we know we're not looking at him?
I only arrived in Washington last night. My plane ticket and visa are in this
pocket. And I must say, Sarah, you're looking very beautiful.
How the hell are we going to get out of here?
Eventually somebody will come down this road.
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 highly motivated against us, you know.
Stalin deported the entire nation to Siberia.
Thousands died.
Maybe one of your sergeants is sympathetic to their cause.
Sergeant Zhukov?
He said he was coming back. What did he do, forget?
We checked him out. He arrived in the country after Carlton was killed.
And this Russian spy is an old friend of yours.
Yeah, he kind of saved my life and harms when we were in Russia.
But he's really from Texas.
He was raised there. His parents were Russian spying on NASA in Houston.
Oh, family business.
Very heartwarming.
And the assassin you traced to the house, uh, may be a cousin.
Well, Mark doesn't know who he is. He's trying to find out, too.
Mark.
That's his name, Mick.
Yeah, one of them.
Look, Levinone will only hold the table till 8. Let's go.
Sarah?
Mark? Yeah.
Mark Falcon, Mick Grumpy.
I'm, uh, interrupting?
No worries, mate. Spies usually drop by about this time.
But we were just going out, so... If you have a minute, Sarah.
I've come up with some information on the, uh, assassin.
Doesn't anybody use email anymore? I'm afraid it's rather sensitive.
Jingle!
Did you come back to count the bodies?
You're alive.
Yeah, no thanks to you.
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 was ordered to Bamut to provide recon for an armored company.
You're lying.
I would not lie.
to the son of Lieutenant Harmon Rath.
His name is Vasily Rokotov.
He killed Commander Carlton.
Something familiar about him. 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 do 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 Rokotov 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 roadmap of Michigan.
What about Michigan?
Anything else?
Well, there was a plan for a building, some sort of factory. Roberts, not
another word.
Tell us.
No. No, this is my business now. Roberts, place him under arrest for
He's not subject to military jurisdiction.
Then we'll make a citizen's arrest until the FBI gets here.
Sarah, what happened to our spirit of cooperation?
Mark, tell.
President Putin was scheduled to visit the United States in June.
His trip was canceled.
His itinerary was never announced.
He was supposed to tour a car factory in Detroit.
Really?
This could be the Ford River Root 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 Harman Mrab, 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
Svyshova.
died defending her from an attack by drunk Russian soldiers.
Where'd 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 appears, sir.
And we know this because someone in Maryland ordered a toy boat over the
Internet. a piece of which ended up in the bomb that killed our spy, sir.
And according to Mark Falcon, the assassin is Vasily Rokotov, works for a
faction of the former KGB.
Mark Falcon works for some faction or the other of the former KGB.
Sir, you were with us in Russia when Falcon saved my life, and Commander
And he would have used you for target practice, Colonel, if you'd have been on
the other side of the fence from him on that mission.
The question is, now what side is he on?
Just what I was thinking, Admiral.
You know, Webb, it really bothers me that our brains may be working in
So what else are we thinking?
That Colonel McKenzie should go to Russia immediately.
Why? Falcon said the Federal Security Service was taking care of the
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 ultra -nationalist
or descending into anarchy.
And you think Falcon does?
We can't be sure which 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.
Matt 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 who murdered two Marine
guards.
I would love to nail him, sir.
Webb, you just want a stalking horse to stir things up.
So?
All right, Mac, go get him. Yes, sir.
Webb?
You better keep an eye on her.
Your mother.
And life.
My father.
He's my father, too.
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