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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'sfighting 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 arewe 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 thatlucky.

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 yousaw 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

youpicked this convoy.

Youdropped 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 otherfaction?

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.