All language subtitles for S10E09 The Man on the Bridge

Doesn't look like our
driver drank enough

to be running into the
woods for a nature call.

I'm getting that feelin', Ray.

Unit 3-1-7, I ran that license.

Information's on your screen.
Over.

Roger that.

I got a service I.D.

Navy Commander Adam Kohler,
Maryland address.

Ed, hold it.

Dispatch computer
says the guy works

at the Navy Research Center
in Silver Spring.

Doing what?

He's the Chief Science Officer

of their Bio-Weapons
Defense Lab.

Biological weapons?

You mean like anthrax and stuff?

I knew the moment I heard
FBI was involved

we'd see some
unhealthy overkill.

If the Hazmat guys

can keep us from
walking out of here

covered in anthrax spores,
I'm all for it.

Hazmat just gave
us the all-clear.

You must be Rabb and MacKenzie.

In the flesh.

Barring any flesh-eating
bacteria, that is.

Special Agent Rod Benton.

You with
FBI Missing Persons?

No, I work for

the Bureau's Anti-
Terrorism Task Force.

Ah, you must have called

the boys in the beekeeping
suits in, huh?

Yeah, I thought
that would be prudent.

Why, you got a problem
with that, Commander?

No, I'm just not used

to this kind of excitement
at 0500.

Is this the Commander's car?

Yeah.

When our missing
person happens to be

the Navy's number one guy
in bio-weapons research,

people tend to get
excited for good reason.

Commander Adam Kohler
possesses, shall we say,

expertise that
could make him

a very valuable target
for our enemies.

You suspecting foul play?

Murder, kidnapping-
both are possible.

Or it could be our guy

just crossed over
to the dark side

with a suitcase
full of cash.

Well, since we're leaping,

has anyone considered
the possibility

that our guy jumped with
a suitcase full of troubles?

We're considering
everything, Commander.

And since
bio-terrorism

may be involved,
we've gotten NCIS

to back off and let us
handle this our way.

You understand
the FBI

has lead here, right?

Just so long as you understand

the danger of creating a turf
war by not cooperating.

Ah, love is in the air.

Sir.

I'll call you back.

So you two were
first on site?

Yes, sir-
a trucker delivering

to a local supermarket
saw the car

on the bridge
around 2:00 AM.

On his return
trip, it was

still there
so he called it in.

What time was that?

0320, sir.

Any idea where the commander
was coming from?

This was under the seat.

It's a program for
a science conference

at the Westmont Hotel

in Washington
last night.

He was one of
the speakers.

Any idea where he was headed?

No,
but he wasn't headed home.

Address is in the
opposite direction.

The wallet rules
out robbery.

Excuse me,
sir.

The shoes, hat, everything
laid out real methodical,

we've seen it before.

It's always a jumper.

We get four or five
a year here.

You find
a suicide note?

They tend to leave
those at home, ma'am.

Well, it's not uncommon to take
your cover off in the car.

There's hardly a mark
on those shoes.

How do you know he didn't
just swap them out for another,

more comfortable pair
to drive in?

Your people check this out?

Looks like maybe another
vehicle was involved.

Yeah, my people
are checking

to see if anyone
filed a police report

or called in some kind
of insurance claim.

Well, if there was
another vehicle,

he left the scene.

Maybe he got hit.

Stopped the car,

Kohler gets out
to check the damage.

There's traffic...

Maybe a big rig goes by.

Low guard-rail,
slick pavement,

in the darkness...

It's easy to see how he could
go over the side.

Excuse me, officer,
can I borrow your light?

Thank you.

Agent Benton,

can one of your men
retrieve this for us?

No problem.

Look, you tell
a good story, Commander,

but that flashlight could've
been here for weeks.

Running with
your theory,

it's just as likely someone
forced him off the road.

Which takes
us back to your theory-

it wasn't accidental,
it was foul play.

If you guys really
want to file this away

as some kind of
accidental death

so you can get back
to busting drunk sailors,

you go
right ahead.

Look, Commander,
I don't buy accidents.

Especially when there's a chance

of a bio-terrorist threat
happening somewhere out there.

And time is not
a luxury we have.

The commander's been missing
nine hours, sir.

There are no
reported sightings.

Divers downstream

haven't turned up
a body as of yet, sir.

The FBI's agreed to share phone
logs, credit cards, everything.

I know the Feds are
thinking terrorist plot.

What do you two think?

Well, we're still hoping
for the best, General.

Commander Kohler
may have simply walked away.

Maybe he turned up
at a police station...

After nine hours?

Well, it's
a slim hope.

Slim hope on a crash
diet, Commander.

Family been
notified?

Parents are
deceased, General.

They've contacted
a sister.

She was out of town,
returning today, sir.

Commander Kohler was last
seen representing the navy

at a science conference,

a couple hours before
he disappeared, sir.

The police have a program.
It lists all the attendees.

It gives us plenty of witnesses.

And plenty
of suspects.

The key-note speaker was
a Dr. Morris Sperling,

the commander's boss

at the Navy Medical
Research Center.

He's coming in.

Good.
Keep me apprised.

Aye, sir.

Yes, sir.

Just the man I wanted to see.

Where do you stand
on female personnel

fighting, Commander?

Oh, well, as you know, sir,

the Navy and
Marine Corps

have divergent views
on women in combat, sir.

I'm not talking
about combat,

I'm talking
about fighting, boxing.

Oh, uh, well,
that's different, sir.

I think. Um...

Oh. Thank you, sir.

The red button.

Um, I'm not sure
what I think, sir.

Good, you're a blank.
Excellent.

I want you
to review this.

Marine Sergeant Maria Hoyos
is petitioning the commandant

under Naval Regulations,
Article 11-50.

She wants Marine Corps
authorization to compete

for the Inter-Service
Boxing Championship.

She wants to fight with the men.

You're kidding, sir.

I'll get right on that, General.

Good.

Oh, uh, Commander,

just so you know,
I have very definite feelings

about whether women
should box with men.

Yes, sir.

Commander Kohler worked

under you at NMRC,
is that right, Dr. Sperling?

Yes, on the Superbug
Project.

He was been studying viruses-
Ebola, influenza, small pox.

He was testing ways
to combat biological attacks.

We understand from the FBI

that Commander Kohler
was a valuable asset.

That's an
understatement.

He was the best.

He comes by it honestly.

His father was a Kingshaw
Research Prize winner,

and Adam was awarded the very
same honor last month.

Sounds like
the commander would be

a prize himself,
for terrorists.

Well, if bio-terrorists
abducted Adam,

I think they'd be disappointed.

He worked only in
defensive research.

Couldn't knowing
how to defend

against bio-terrorism help
the enemy build a better bug?

Possibly.

But from what you've told me,

I don't think it was our enemies
who took Adam.

What do you mean, Doctor?

Well, ever since
I've known him,

Adam has shown
a troubled side.

Troubled-

that's a polite
word for depressed.

Was Commander Kohler depressed?

Well, last night, at the
reception after the conference,

Adam joined my wife
and me for drinks.

He was behaving oddly.

Great speech
tonight, son.

Everything
okay, Adam?

I'm fine.

Sir.

Better than fine.

Sure you're okay?

I'm just a bit amped, Doctor.

You ever get
that feeling

you're chasing
ghosts of the past?

What do you think
he meant?

I'm not sure.

Adam's never been the easiest
young man to talk to.

Was he capable of
committing suicide?

I think we all are,
given the right circumstance.

Is there anyone close
to the Commander?

Someone who might have known
what was going on with him?

He has a sister,
but they're not terribly close.

There is one person,
a Leena Kang.

She and Adam
dated briefly,

until some months ago-
they broke up.

She's since married another man.

Do you know where
we can find her?

Yes, she works at the lab,

one cubicle
over from Adam.

Commander Kohler and I

only dated for
about seven months.

We weren't exactly compatible.

We understand he suffered
bouts of depression.

When we were dating, Adam,

the commander,
definitely had moods.

How 'bout
recently?

Don't know.
We don't talk much.

We had a pretty
bad break-up.

How did the commander
feel about you

turning around
and marrying another guy?

You mean did he and my husband
ever get into anything?

That not
Adam's style.

Or my husband's.

No, the last time Adam and I

had any real communication
was an e-mail he sent

notifying me of his mom's death.

When did his mother die?

About five months ago.
She'd been ill.

Look, Adam was a nice guy,

but I never really
got to know him.

He was too distant.

You say "was. "

Is there something
you know that we don't?

I know about
Adam's father.

He was
a scientist, too.

He worked in the same
field at Fort Detrick

in the early 70's.

Adam was obsessed with him.

He wanted to be like him,
but he was also afraid.

Of what?

Adam's father committed suicide

at about the same age
as Adam is now.

Rumor was he suffered
depression, like Adam.

How did his father
commit suicide?

He jumped.

From the 20th floor
of a New York hotel.

Right after attending
a science conference.

Freaky, huh?

Commander Kohler left
the hotel garage at midnight.

Car wasn't seen again
until 0200.

That's a two-hour window.

According to the
FBI, no one filed

an accident report or called
their insurance company.

Well, if he was
in a fender-bender,

the other driver left the scene.

Maybe with Kohler on board.

You buying
into Agent Benton's theory

of kidnapping now, Mac?

No, not necessarily.

Suicide still tops the list.

I can't find the trigger.

Family history of
depression and suicide...

Kohler showed the signs, Harm-

isolation, inability
to sustain relationships...

That could be either one of us.

Even suicidal people
reach out...

make one final plea for help.

It's... about a 40-minute drive
from the hotel to the bridge.

Maybe he took a detour.
We know he stopped for coffee.

What about his sister?

Sperling said
they weren't close.

Well, she's still family.
He may have reached out to her.

Here it is. Sarah McBride.

Divorced, two kids,

lives in Inwood.

Inwood?

That's along the same route
as the road

from the hotel
to the bridge.

Sarah, it's Adam.

I'm sorry
about the bad connection.

I- I need to talk.
I'm ten minutes away.

If you're there, pick up, sis.

Sis, this can't wait. Call me.

You have any idea what your
brother was calling about?

No.

I mean, not
exactly.

The last time Adam
and I really talked

was five months ago
at our mom's funeral.

He wasn't
quite himself.

In what way?

He was agitated...
asking questions

about our-our
dad's breakdown,

his symptoms,
the depression.

I was older, so he
thought I'd remember.

Had he ever asked
about this before?

Not with the same urgency.

I know this stuff runs
in families,

so I was worried
that Adam was starting to head

down the same path.

Do you believe
your brother was capable

of committing suicide?

The signs say yes...

but my heart says no.

Maybe I just don't want
to believe

that all of this could be
happening again.

All right, stick
and move, come on!

Come on, let's
see some movement.

Let's go, pick
it up, that's it.

There you go,
there you go.

Good, good!

Stay with it.

Come on, let's see
some movement.

That's it, that's it.

Stick and move.

Pick up the pace,
come on.

Excuse me, Master Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

I'm looking
for Sergeant Hoyos?

Whoa!

I think you just met her,
Commander. Break!

Sergeant Hoyos.

It's not
complicated, sir.

I want a shot at the
Inter-Service Championship,

but the rules
say I can't.

The only competition
I can find

are female pros
like Tiffany.

You're a JAG, sir.
Is that fair?

Well, fair and the fairer sex
often don't mix, Sergeant.

What I'm saying is that given
the traditional concerns

about men and women
competing in sport,

it's going to be
an uphill battle.

Men and women compete
in lots of sports, sir:

archery, skeet-
shooting, equestrian.

I even read a story
about a female matador.

Those are all skill sports.

Boxing is a
skill sport.

Okay, I will ensure
that your petition

gets to the commandant.

We'll see if he makes
an exception.

Respectfully, sir,

I don't want to
be an exception.

There are lots of women in
the Armed Forces who can box.

I want this
petition to mean

all of us have a
chance, Commander,

just like the men.

Kohler might've been depressed,

but I just don't think
he killed himself.

Now, we found an e-mail
over at his condo.

He booked a spring holiday
to Italy a few days ago.

Doesn't sound like a man
giving up on life.

So, if you thought someone was
after him, you must have a suspect.

Well, this witness
at the conference reported

seeing Kohler arguing
with a-a colleague,

some navy lieutenant,
Commander Paul O'Brien.

He wasn't on the
attendee list.

No. He came as a guest.

Now, O'Brien is some kind
of molecular biologist.

He works over at
the Bio-Defense Lab with Kohler.

Did your witness hear
what they were arguing about?

Said something
about O'Brien being angry

about Kohler hogging up
all the research credit.

Angry enough
to kill someone?

Well, maybe yes,
maybe no.

Now, we checked
Kohler's lab computer.

Our techs found evidence
that someone broke

into his hard drive,
erased all his files.

Now, that-that looks
like sabotage.

You think
O'Brien did it?

Well, he and Kohler shared
a project password.

That gives him access,
right?

None of this is
adding up to murder.

Oh, I'm getting there,
Commander.

I think you're going
to like this part.

Turns out your hunch

about that flashlight
panned out.

We found traces of blood
matching Kohler's DNA.

Could be the
murder weapon.

Still doesn't tie Lieutenant
Commander O'Brien to a crime.

Yeah, well, this might.

It's a partial we got
off the flashlight handle.

Now, there's not enough
to run an AFIS search on it,

but if we have a suspect
to compare it to,

who knows?

Just have to rattle
the right cage.

We want to be in
on this interview.

Yeah, I thought
you might,

so I had 'em put
two extra chairs in the room.

Of course I know
that Kohler's missing.

It's not exactly a state secret.

We have a eyewitness
who saw you

and Kohler arguing
the night he went UA.

What was the little
disagreement about?

That's no secret, either.

Everybody knows
about the beef between us.

We don't.

It's about the Kingshaw Prize.

Kohler knows I deserved
a share of it.

I wanted him to admit it.

It was my research.

Our research.

You assisted.
You compiled data.

Bull! You robbed
me, Kohler.

Look, I'm in no mood

to quibble with you
over prizes, Paul.

I- I got other
matters on my mind.

"Other matters"?
Like what?

I'm working
on something...

an outside project.

Look, I-I don't have...
time for you now, Paul.

He pissed you off, didn't he?

You bet, Colonel,

but I have nothing to do
with him going UA.

Just like you have
nothing to do

with his hard drive
going UA, either?

That's right.

"Delete unto others. "

I never mess
with a man's data.

Has your car been in
an accident recently?

No.

Great. You mind
if we take a look?

I have nothing to hide.

Oh, well,
that's-that's fantastic.

Since you're being
so cooperative here,

you mind if we compare

the prints
in your service record

with a print we found
at the crime scene?

Should I have a lawyer?

I, uh, met with
the sergeant, sir.

I forwarded her petition
to the commandant, and...

he rejected it, sir.

Not surprising.

No, sir.

So, that's the end of it.

Yes, sir.

No, I mean, no,
sir, uh, it's not.

I'd think the commandant would
be the final word, Commander.

Well, he is, General,
except that I know

you have a professional
relationship with him

from your time
at the Pentagon.

Now, I don't know
how you feel

about women in
the ring, sir,

but I know your opinion
about equality.

I heard you speak at
the Senate Hearing Room,

defending the
Constitution.

As it applied
to the Armed Forces.

Military men and
women, General.

It applies in this case,

but the commandant
won't listen to me.

You're asking me
to use my influence?

Well, I know
that you wanted

an unbiased
advocate, sir.

I assumed that you
wanted me to fight

with both hands untied.

I want to meet

this sergeant, test her mettle.

She and I are going to have to
have a little give and take first.

Yes, sir.

A bellhop saw somebody
arguing with Kohler

outside the hotel
around midnight.

Unfortunately, he was
too far away to get a good look.

You think it was Lieutenant
Commander O'Brien?

Or somebody.

Who might've followed him
that night, stalked him.

Well, there's certainly enough
security cameras in the area.

Two hotels and a bank
on the corner.

Maybe one of them
saw something.

Kohler's credit
card statement.

He visited New
York a month ago.

Now, he doesn't seem like the
type for a weekend getaway.

Maybe he went
to meet someone.

Where are you going with this?

Kohler's comment that he was
working on an outside project.

Maybe there's
more to that.

If O'Brien was
telling the truth

and he didn't wipe
Kohler's hard drive,

there's only one
other possibility.

Kohler did it.

Yeah, but why?

He was covering up
something.

Maybe Benton was right.

He sold out to our enemies,
and he staged a suicide

to cover his getaway.

It's nice to know
you're willing

to give me some
credit, Commander.

Our tech guys have been
rebuilding Kohler's hard drive.

We've found reams
of bio-weapons data.

It is his area
of expertise.

Not this stuff. Uh-uh.

Commander Kohler was tasked
with doing research

on bio-weapons
defense.

This all relates to
weapons development.

Offensive technology.

You sure this just isn't part
of his research?

Dead sure, yeah.

All Cold War programs
relating to offensive technology

were banned in '72 by Nixon.

So why did Kohler have that data
on his hard drive?

I don't know...

but if he was working
on bio-technology

for offensive weapons,

he sure as hell wasn't doing it
for the navy.

Were you aware

that Kohler was working on
offensive weapons, Doctor?

No. All my people
at the Bio-Weapons Defense Lab

are tasked with doing
just that-

defense research only.

You say all of this
came from Adam's computer?

Rebuilding his hard drive, yeah.

Yes, well... Adam's no spy.

Nor traitor.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know him,

and if he went missing
off of that bridge,

it's because violence
came to him

by someone's hand,
or by his own.

Well, this stuff just
didn't land on his computer.

How could it get
there, Doctor?

This is odd.

This, uh, security stamp.

DOD stopped using that
years ago.

This is, uh, research
from our own archives.

These studies were conducted
over 30-some years ago,

before the ban.

At Fort Detrick.

The commander's father
worked there

around that time, didn't he?

Mmm. About '72.

So, maybe these are his files.

Why would Kohler dig up

his father's
bio-weapons research

if it wasn't his area?

Do you have an answer
for us, Doctor?

Well, I hope I don't.

I've always wondered
how much Adam knew

about what happened
to his father.

Robert Kohler
was one of the best minds

in the field of bio-weapons
research around,

until he became
the subject of rumors

that he had passed secrets
to the Soviets.

Was there ever any evidence?

Not to my knowledge, no.

But there was an investigation?

Yes, the CIA
conducted a secret inquiry.

Hardly a secret, though.

Some say that's what pushed
Adam's father over the edge.

Caused him
to take his own life.

Not that he had done
anything wrong,

but he just couldn't live
with the idea

of anyone believing that he had.

If the commander had come
to the same conclusion,

that his father had
been unfairly persecuted,

would he try to get even?

So, what do we think-

Kohler downloaded his pop's
old files for kicks,

or he had
some kind of a plan?

Feeling your father was
wronged by your own government

is a pretty strong
motive for revenge.

So, maybe Kohler sold
bio-secrets, but not for money.

Maybe that's what the
New York trip was about-

setting up a deal.

Yeah, well,
the blood on that flashlight

says whatever deal he made,
it didn't go as he planned.

Do we really believe

Kohler's anger over what
happened to his father

could make him turn
against his country?

I can think of one person
that might know.

General,
I'd like you to meet

Sergeant Maria Hoyos.

At ease, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Looks like
you have a good reach.

You a southpaw?

Converted, sir.

How did you know?

I could tell.

How many fights?

24, General.

23 three-and-one, 20 knockouts.

Why are you here?

Sir?

Commander, I told you

I wanted to test
the sergeant's mettle.

This is a law office.

Uh, yes, sir, but I...

When I said I wanted

to have a little give-and-take
with Sergeant Hoyos,

I meant in the ring.

You mean... you and I, General?

You want to fight with men,
might as well start with me.

Be at Smith Gym, 1200.

I'll be the one
with the high-and-tight.

Bring your corner man.

No, that's impossible.

My brother would
never threaten

the security
of this country.

Like our dad, he
is a loyal American.

I take it, then, you're aware

of past rumors
about your father.

In my family, it was pretty
hard not to know, Colonel.

Did you ever discuss it
with your brother?

Adam had a hard time
accepting our dad's death.

He blamed the government
for what happened.

Pushing your father
toward suicide?

He was convinced the government
played a more active role.

Did you believe that?

I consider it a fairy-tale.

Just like your suggestion

that Adam would sell bio-secrets
to terrorists.

I'm afraid
the evidence says different-

the files on Adam's computer,
indications of a cover-up.

Last month,
he made a trip to New York.

We believe
he may have met someone.

I'm sure he did.

The Manhattan district attorney.

Adam wanted to have
our father's case reopened.

On what grounds?

At our mother's funeral,

Adam asked me to cosign an
order to exhume our dad's body.

With Mom gone, I guess
he thought it was okay.

Do you know the results?

He didn't tell me.

And I didn't ask.

You say your brother
was convinced

the government was responsible
for killing your father.

Did he ever mention anyone
specifically?

Just one person.

A CIA officer
who investigated the case.

Hank Olin.

I remember the Kohler case.

It's been a while,

but espionage investigations
are hard to forget.

What can you tell
us about it?

Not much beyond
what you'd find

in a Freedom of Information Act search.

What's this about?

Robert Kohler's son,
Commander Adam Kohler,

was looking into events
surrounding his father's death.

Before going missing

off a Maryland bridge
two nights ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We wondered
if he might have spoken to you

about your investigation
into his father.

No. I don't see why he would.

The case was open and shut.

You sound pretty certain,

despite the fact
your investigation

never turned up
any hard evidence.

What are you trying to say?

We spoke to the CIA.

They said you left the Company

less than five months
after the inquiry into Kohler.

No offense,
but going from

a spook chasing spies to a P.I.
chasing cheating housewives

seems like a serious come-down.

You will let me know

when you're actually going
to give offense,

won't you, Colonel?

I left the CIA because I saw
how the wind was blowing.

And it wasn't long before

the Church Commission
cut the Company off

at its knees, prevented us from
doing what needed to be done.

We were in a cold war.

And some of the casualties
were innocent.

Not Robert Kohler.

All I can tell you is this.

Information about
U.S. bio-weapons development

made it into the hands
of our enemies,

and Kohler was the one
who leaked it.

So, you did something about it.

I'm just wondering
how far you went.

Not as far as I'd have liked.

Because Kohler
cheated me out of the chance.

When he jumped
out that hotel window,

my case went right with him.

Ready to move up
in class, Sergeant?

I fought at 165.

I'm ready, sir.

Good. Don't hold back on me
because I'm a general.

Or a man.

No, sir, I won't.

Because if you do,

I'm going to order
Commander Roberts to bust you

for disrespecting
a general officer.

Understood,
Commander?

Uh, yes, sir.

You didn't actually think I was
going to be throwing leather?

No, sir; not
for an instant.

In the ring.

One, two, three.

Jab.

Jab hook.

Slip right hand.

Pretend I'm a Navy man

when you throw
that next combination.

One, two, three, four.

How do you feel?

Great, General.
Outstanding.

You survived round one.

Two to go.

Sir?
Let's go.

Yes, sir.
Jab.

Double jab.

Jab right hand.

We checked out Lieutenant

Commander O'Brien's car-
there's no damage.

Now, he also consented
to a fingerprint check.

But it didn't match the partial
we had on the flashlight,

so, he's
off the hook.

Now, Hank Olin's
another matter.

Those are the autopsy findings
on Robert Kohler's exhumed body.

Contusion to the head

consistent with
blunt force trauma...

not a fall
from a 20-story height.

Yeah, police missed that in '72.

Now, what they didn't miss,

was high levels of Nembutol
in Kohler's blood.

They just assumed at that time
that he was self-medicating.

You have a different theory?

The CIA Assassination Manual.

Commander Kohler
had this downloaded

from an anarchist's website.

Now, he highlighted this how-to
section on assassinations.

Now, this suggests
drugging the victim

before delivering
a blow to the head,

then tossing the body
from a high place-

say, a bridge
or a building-

to make it look like suicide.

Now, I talked to some of
my sources over at the CIA.

It turns out Olin was a cowboy
in the bad old days.

A killer.

So, you think he murdered
Robert Kohler 32 years ago?

Well, you said yourself

that he believed Kohler
was a traitor, right?

And we all know Olin
was a loose cannon.

Yeah. The question
Is he still?

We may have
that answer soon.

Our tech guys found spyware
on Commander Kohler's computer.

Someone's been surveilling
his hard drive remotely.

If Olin knew the commander
was closing in on the truth-

that Olin killed
his father-

that would be a strong
motive to silence him.

I don't think Commander Kohler
was pursuing

a bio-terrorist plot
against his country.

I think he was pursuing
his father's killer.

Look, Robert Kohler
committed suicide 32 years ago.

I had nothing to do with it.

Yeah, you know, right now
we're much more interested

in what happened 36 hours ago,

you know,
on that Maryland bridge.

I don't know anything
about that.

You know about this, though,
don't you?

Commander Kohler requested an
autopsy on his father's body.

Robert Kohler's death wasn't
a suicide; he was murdered.

A copy of this was found

on Commander Kohler's
computer,

along with
other evidence.

He was investigating
his father's death.

But I'm sure you know all that.

You planted spyware
to monitor what he was doing.

Spying on computers
is illegal, Agent.

I could lose
my license.

You got away with murder
32 years ago, Olin.

You won't this time.

We have the evidence.

You ran Commander
Kohler off the road.

We found signs of recent damage
to your car-

damage that's been repaired.

Two weeks ago,
I got into an accident.

Ever drive in this city?

It's nuts.

I took care
of it myself.

So what?

Somebody was seen
arguing with Kohler

outside the hotel
the night he disappeared.

There are security cameras
all over the streets.

We'll find
the right one.

I've interrogated
enough suspects

to know when the man
on that side of the table

has nothing, Commander.

Stop wasting my time.

Traces of
Commander Kohler's blood

were found on the murder weapon

along with
the killer's fingerprint.

Who's wasting whose time?

Nice try.

If you had anything beyond
a fragmentary partial print,

we wouldn't be talking.

And if you need my fingerprint
records for comparison,

you're going
to have to go

to court, Counselor.

You're a JAG.

That is your day job, right?

Give Daddy his presents.

This one?

That's right.

Give it to me, son.

Here, Daddy.

Open it.

Come on, honey, open it.

Merry Christmas.

Kohler family memories?

Yeah, the FBI found this tape
at Commander Kohler's condo.

Christmas, 1971.

I was about the same age

when my dad went
down over Vietnam.

So you know how he feels.

Well, I know how it feels
not to know what happened.

To want the answers.

You want to nail Hank Olin.

I want an answer.

We still don't have an I.D.

on the guy seen arguing
with Kohler

outside the hotel that night.

Still searching the security
cameras, but nothing so far.

What about the
Hotel Saint Cyr?

Well, the cameras were pointed
in the wrong direction.

The bank on the corner?

Nothing from the ATMs,
and since it was Sunday,

the other cameras don't run.

They're only triggered
if there's a robbery.

Or a delivery.

I used to have a friend
who worked at a bank.

Armored cars deliver
cash Sunday night

for the start of
business Monday morning.

And the driveway's
right there.

Well, if that's
where the money gets delivered,

there would be a camera.

Commander.

Your client's got a decent jab,
good left hook.

Yes, sir.

Footwork needs attention.

Let me tell you something-
she's got the goods.

Glad to hear it, General.

I put a call in
to the Commandant.

I plan to tell him,
if it were up to me,

I'd recommend
giving the sergeant a shot

at qualifying for
the Inter-Service Championship.

Really, General?

You sound surprised.

I guess I am, sir.

You thought I didn't think

women had a place in the ring
with men?

Yes, sir, I did.

Until today, you were right.

At ease, Commander.

Our techs found more research
on Kohler's hard drive.

Old East German
security files

referencing the
bio-weapons leak in '72.

I've got some
translators

working on
that right now.

What about the bank
security cameras?

Oh, you were
right, Commander.

An armored truck dropped
off cash on Sunday night,

and that triggered off
several video cameras,

and that tape ran
for about 40 minutes.

What time was this?

11:30 to 12:10.

Well, that covers the argument
with our two mystery men.

Did the cameras
get a look?

Yeah, a pretty
good one.

The photo-geeks are
working on a high-rez.

How soon
will they have something?

Well, it looks like
soup right now.

Your guys get us a face?

Yeah.

The resolution may not be
what we hoped for.

What was the argument
that night

with Commander Kohler about?

Well, Adam was
upset that, uh,

the lab wasn't
getting more funding.

He held me
responsible.

I mean, this
is nothing.

Doesn't look like nothing to me.

The commander
told you

the night he disappeared
that he was

"chasing ghosts of the past. "

I think we have a pretty
good idea what he meant.

I'm glad you do.

My husband and I still
don't have a clue.

Well, you should.

The ghosts he was chasing
were the two of you.

Commander, you're
speaking in code.

Well, let me
break it for you.

One of the benefits

of the Berlin Wall falling
was the disclosure

of the East German
security files.

And from these files,

Commander Kohler
pieced together

your wife's
true identity.

She worked
in the West German embassy

in D.C. in '72.

Actually, she was a KGB agent
who was looking for a scientist

to date.

Secrets between lovers helps
keep the relationship going,

doesn't it?

This is preposterous!

Under what rock
did you find this nonsense?

Actually, on Commander Kohler's
hard drive, ma'am.

That sound familiar, Doc?

'Cause we traced
the spyware tap

on his computer back to you.

Bio-weapons leak to
the Soviets in '72

came from you,
not Robert Kohler.

He found you out,
you set him up,

and you and your wife
killed him.

Flash forward to
two nights ago.

Commander Kohler confronted you
for what you did.

You followed him, ran him
off the road, murdered him,

and then you staged it
to look like a suicide,

just like you did 32 years ago.

Commander
Kohler left us

your play book-

that little CIA
assassination manual,

ironically used
by the KGB, as well.

We found Nembutal
in your desk drawer, Doctor.

The FBI confirmed its presence

in the commander's
to-go cup of coffee.

How could I have drugged
his coffee?

You didn't. You put
it in his drink

at the hotel
during cocktail hour.

The traces we found
in the coffee are proof

it was in his saliva,
in his system.

See, we found the flashlight

at the crime scene with
the commander's blood on it,

and a partial thumbprint,

matching the one
in your security file.

Look, I lost that flashlight
weeks ago.

This is absurd!

I... I'm innocent!

Your car tells

a different story.

We found damage
matching the damage

on Commander
Kohler's car.

Someone hit me

in the lab
parking structure.

And didn't leave a note, right?

Right.

This is a complete
fabrication.

I know how you people work.

You're no better than the Stasi.

Conviction by
false witness.

We're not the Stasi, ma'am.

We don't plant evidence.

Surely you don't think
I would have murdered Adam?

Now, please,
you have to believe me.

We can't nail him
for the father's murder,

but we got him for the son's.

You're not so sure.

I'd like to take a...

another look at
Commander Kohler's car.

Okay.
It's in the FBI impound.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

We ran the last few seconds

of Commander Kohler leaving
the hotel garage.

And my boys were able
to enhance that tape,

get you that image
that you were looking for.

Car was damaged before
Kohler left the hotel.

Sperling was telling the truth?

About the
accident anyway.

We're gonna have
to let the Sperlings walk.

What are you talking about?

If we want to get
to the bottom

of Commander Kohler's
disappearance,

it's the only way.

Dr. Morris Sperling,

the Navy's Director
of Bio-Defense Research,

has been relieved of duty,
pending an inquiry into charges

of possible espionage
during the Cold War.

Authorities have refused
all comment,

and so far, the doctor has...

The FBI's got a tail on them.

They wired his
car and home.

Any phone calls,
any conversations-

they'll hear
every word.

I hope you two know
what you're doing.

Now who's the one
chasing ghosts?

I can't say it was
a pleasant surprise, Adam,

hearing your voice on the phone.

Feeling's
mutual, Doctor.

Well, I've always appreciated
your attention to detail,

but never so much
as I do now.

Well, when the subject's
worth it, you go the extra mile.

Leaving a trail of evidence
on your computer,

and making it look
like I was the one

who erased the past,
and even staging that argument

over funding outside
of the hotel

so you knew there'd be witnesses
that remembered we'd had words.

That's brilliant.

I learned the stagecraft
from you, Doctor.

And your
lovely wife.

You damaged my car?

Hmm? Set it all up.

And then that night,

after you left the hotel,
you came here.

You applied
all the right touches.

The accident scene.

The Nembutal in the coffee,

matching the vial
you planted in my desk.

I knew my flashlight
had gone missing.

I didn't remember how.

You had my prints.

You simply added a sample
of your own blood.

And even the staged suicide.

You knew the investigation
would continue.

That it would lead back
to your father

and to Marta and me.

I applaud the effort.

Except it didn't work.

I was hoping
by now

that you'd be cashing in your retirement

to buy a
good lawyer.

With experience
in death penalty cases.

I think we're in enough trouble.

That would be
your opinion.

You and your wife
are getting away with murder.

Twice.

I'm not wearing a wire,

if that's
what you're worried about.

Well, the thought
had occurred to me.

No cassette
recorders, either.

It's just us.

On this bridge,
alone with the truth.

And what truth is that?

You murdered my father.

For once in your
life, admit it.

Admit what you did, Doctor!

I know it's been hard
on you, Adam.

It's been hard on me, too.

You've become like a son to me.

Truly.

How dare you play
for my sympathy!

I don't expect you
to forgive me,

but you must understand this.

Your father was
a loyal American.

He had no choice
but to expose

my treason, so Marta and I
had no choice.

You always have choice, Doctor.

I assume you heard
what you needed to hear.

We were
listening in

on the Doctor's phone calls.

Thanks for the invitation.

I'm glad you could make it.

I figured that any man

who could follow the trail
back to this bridge

would have the patience to wait
till he'd heard a confession.

You didn't need a wire.

You knew they were bugging
our conversation.

We planted a device
on your car, Doc.

Good for a quarter-mile.

Even better in court.

I'm sorry, Adam.

Glad to have you back
with the living, Commander.

Thank you.
Over here.

I hate to say it,

but you're still UA.

You're gonna have
to pay a price for justice.

It's worth it.

Well,

if you need a good lawyer,
my schedule's free.

Thanks,
Commander.

32 years in search of an answer,

a chance to
find some peace.

It feels good.

I know.