JAG s10e01 Episode Script

Don't think I'd call the police quite yet.
Simon? Sarah.
What the hell are you doing here? Saving your life.
Find what you were looking for? This is not my handiwork.
I'm trained to leave no trace when I'm gone.
We need to talk.
Yeah, I'd say so, considering this is my house, and I didn't invite you here.
You're lucky I didn't shoot you.
Well, you wouldn't be the first woman who had, Sarah.
Then, who did this? The chap I met downstairs at your front door.
He was on the way out as I was on the way in.
Oh, and he just happened to mention in passing that he had trashed my apartment? I'd seen him before.
Where? Surveillance tapes taken at the British Embassy in Nairobi just before he assassinated the undersecretary.
The odd wanted poster.
He's a hired killer born with the name Peter Tyrook.
Belgian.
I casually asked him for the time, and I got this for my trouble.
Apparently, Le Faucon did not appreciate my query.
"Le Faucon"? His nickname.
The Hawk.
We need to get you cleaned up.
Come on.
Take off your shirt.
You know, I can, uh, patch you up temporarily, but you might need stitches.
There's an excellent emergency room at George Washington University Hospital.
Can't do it, Sarah.
Too many questions.
Besides, you've got a lovely, soft touch.
Not once you get to know me.
So, what did you want to talk to me about? Clayton Webb.
Word on the grapevine is that he died at sea while on mission to Indonesia.
Apparently, his death was a freak accident- an act of God.
Last few months, I've been working in Jakarta.
Dealing with the Abu Sayyef terror network? Precisely.
Recently, two of Webb's in-country Indonesian contacts have been tortured and murdered.
Not an act of God, but the apparent handiwork of an assassin.
The Hawk? I didn't know that for sure until today.
But it doesn't surprise me.
Rumors are that Webb was going to meet with him.
In Indonesia? Yes.
The Hawk sells his services to the highest bidder.
So, maybe Webb was on the way to Jakarta to do business with him.
If I were a betting man, I would say it was an intended double-cross and The Hawk was Webb's target.
What does this have to do with me? There's a pattern, Sarah.
The Hawk is after anyone who was close to Webb, such as yourself.
Why? Best guess- to find out what Webb's mission was in Indonesia.
Whether he penetrated the Abu Sayyef network.
What were their plans? What was he up to the night he went missing? Anyone with that information is in danger.
Well, I don't have the answers to those questions.
Clay never told me about his work.
Smart of him.
But The Hawk does not know that.
So, they want the secrets that he took with him to his grave.
Wrong.
They want Webb.
Webb is dead, Simon.
I think he's alive.
Based on what? The the cover story is thin, and there's something in the wind.
And by reputation, Webb is a sly fox.
Every day, I'm more certain of it.
Give me facts, Simon.
I don't have facts, Sarah.
Just a gut instinct.
And what happened here tonight confirms my suspicions.
If Webb is alive, why hasn't he come to me? I'm sure there's a good explanation for that.
Thank you for your warning, Simon.
Where can I contact you? Right here.
I can take care of myself.
I'll help you pick up, Sarah.
Come morning, I'll make you a perfect spot of tea.
And besides two guns are always better than one.
Krennick? That's the scuttlebutt, sir.
She's been on the fast track for years.
She's held all the right billets- CINC-PAC SJA, Assistant JAG for Civil Affairs.
I take it you disapprove, sir? I'm just not so sure Krennick has the, uh, correct temperament to be Judge Advocate General.
Well, you know, people mellow, sir.
And her appointment could be very good for your career, sir.
Captain Krennick always favored you.
She is the only woman who ever chased me around a desk.
Uh, then-Commander Krennick admired then-Lieutenant Rabb's uh, skills, ma'am.
In the courtroom, one presumes? Commander Turner expects to see all of us in 15, sir.
Ma'am.
I don't know what the hell SECNAV was thinking making him Acting JAG.
Oh, I like working with Commander Turner, sir.
He's organized, he has good follow-through.
I agree with Bud.
He's got us doing scut work, Mac, not riding the big cases.
Would you rather he chased you around a desk? Well, you don't seem to have lost any spirit- I mean, uh, considering.
Considering what? You know, your condition.
I'm dealing.
I just don't want anyone else to know I am.
All right.
How you doing, anyway? Swell.
No pain? It's getting better.
That's good news.
Mmm, let's hope.
'Cause you know what? I've been doing a lot of research on endometriosis.
It's just scar tissue.
It can be removed.
Most of it was.
'Cause there's a lot of information out there, Mac.
I mean, there's, like, tons of Web sites, books, literature.
Harm, it's too much, too soon.
Just let me come to you.
Oh.
Okay.
Uh, when-when do you think that, uh, that might happen? Um when I'm ready.
You're all right, though? Yeah.
You're briefing the CNO on the FY, '05 budget at 1600.
You'll need to allot 45 minutes travel time to the Pentagon.
If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think this job fits you like a glove.
I'll take that as a compliment coming from you, Petty Officer.
Sir, I'd imagine that a lot of officers would resent the-the paperwork and the dull routine and the mindless bureaucracy, but it doesn't seem to bother you at all.
Enter.
You wanted to see us, sir? Yes.
Good morning.
Good morning, all.
Firstly, I'll need the '05 budget numbers by 1100.
Next, I've divided the JAG Instructions into four sections.
Each of us will review one section preparatory to a meeting tomorrow to discuss updates and cancellations.
This is make-work, Sturgis.
What about the open cases? We work on those as well.
Please allocate your time wisely.
Thank you.
You got a minute, Commander? Sure.
Will you close the hatch on your way out, please, Coates? Aye, aye, sir.
I need to talk to you about Webb.
Well, I'll be glad to listen, Mac.
I, uh I know you've been through a lot.
I don't need a friendly ear, Sturgis.
I need hard facts.
What really happened aboard the USS Thomas Lyons the night Webb was reported dead? I can't talk about the mission.
It's classified.
Top secret died with him.
You know better.
Did you see Webb's body? No.
But you know it was recovered? I didn't see that happen.
Webb was CIA, Mac.
They have their own way of doing things.
So, what, they just throw up a black star on the wall and call it a day? I know what kind of pressure you're under.
What mission was he on? Who were the men he was with? What really happened that night, Sturgis? I can't help you, Colonel.
Please leave a message after the beep.
Clay! Clay, it's me.
Talk to me.
Please.
This callback feature cannot be used You shouldn't be here, Colonel.
In all our dealings, Laurie June, did you ever once tell me the truth? I told you what I was told to tell you.
By Webb? By anyone above my pay grade, and that was just about everybody.
Including now? I'm no longer on the payroll.
But your bosses keep in touch.
Where is he, Laurie June? I can't tell you.
So he is alive.
No, I didn't say that.
This is this is why I can't talk to you.
Laurie June, you know Clay loved me.
Mr.
Webb and I didn't discuss matters of the heart.
But by the way he acted when you called yeah, I knew.
Have you ever been in love? Once.
It hurt when it ended, didn't it? It just about killed me.
You can't tell me you wouldn't have done everything in your power to fix things.
Well, that's what I'm trying to do right now.
Trust me, please.
The Company taught me not to be real trusting, Colonel.
His life is in danger, Laurie June.
Someone is trying to kill him.
I need to get word to him.
Will you at least think about it? Okay, next is JAG instruction "Award of plaques, trophies and similar devices in recognition of accomplishments.
" What the hell are "similar devices?" Uh, a gavel, a law book, a painting on an appropriate naval or legal subject.
I'm telling you, we ought to get a painting for updating these instructions.
A big one, a Van Gogh, maybe with, uh, sunflowers.
Nice.
Is it tough to kick the habit? The worst 30 days of my life.
And it's still hour to hour.
Does it ever get any better? No.
Well, yes.
And then, one day, you just get tired of talking about it.
Excuse me.
Mmm.
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.
Hi.
What? Yeah, I'll be right there.
That was Laurie June, Webb's assistant.
Webb is alive.
She knows where he is.
Where? All she said was Mandalay.
You could hear the fear in her voice.
Laurie June? You were right to call me, Colonel.
Just how exactly are your people involved in this, Simon? Via Indonesia.
MI6 has several ongoing operations there.
As do you, sir.
Well, our latest mission there has been terminated due to a lack of qualified personnel.
More precisely put, your operatives are dead.
Correct.
But I honestly never anticipated anything like this so close to home.
Laurie June called you? Yes.
Why? I'd spoken with her earlier in the day.
She was ready to talk about Webb.
Laurie June was let go weeks ago.
She knew nothing of value.
Assistants always know more than you think, sir.
She told me Clay is alive.
She was mistaken.
As you know, we sent his mother to Hawaii to identify the body.
Yes, but Mrs.
Webb is older, sir.
And who knows what tricks grief might play, or what tricks were played, period.
You should accept some things at face value, Colonel, and just move on.
You're playing a dangerous game where people die.
And the question remains- who did this, and why? Peter Tyrook.
The Hawk? Well, there's nothing substantive she could have told him.
Only that Webb is in Mandalay.
Mandalay? That is what your Laurie June told the colonel.
That's worthless information.
Colonel, would you excuse us for a moment? I have some further business to discuss with agent Tanveer.
Hey! Webb's alive.
Mac, look.
I realize that his death came as a shock and you've been through an awful lot lately.
I'm not dreaming, Harm, or fantasizing.
Webb is alive.
You saw him? No.
Well, then how do you know he's alive, Mac? I was in his apartment when he called to check his messages.
You spoke to him? No.
His assistant, Laurie June, confirmed it.
Did she happen to mention where he is? Mandalay.
Mandalay? That's all she said? She was tortured and killed before she could tell me any more.
Simon and I just found her body.
Simon? Simon Tanveer? Yes.
When did he come into the picture? Last night.
Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? I knew how you'd react.
Well, how is that? The way you're reacting now.
Well, that's because I don't trust the guy, Mac.
You didn't like him from the start.
He's a heroin addict, and a liar, a cheater and a thief.
And in bad need of a shave.
He's kicked the habit.
He's back in the good graces of MI6.
And, for your information, Simon cleans up real good.
What's the Company's position on Webb? Deputy Director Kershaw insists Clay's dead.
But an assassin has been killing people close to Webb.
Simon thinks he's looking for Webb himself.
An assassin? His name's Peter Tyrook.
He's a killer for hire known as "The Hawk.
" Simon had a tussle with him outside my apartment.
When? Just after Tyrook trashed my apartment.
Wow, Mac, I'm having a hard time keeping up with your life.
You don't believe me.
Well, it all sounds a little crazy.
I mean Look, if this killer were any good, you'd already be dead, as would Tanveer.
I know.
That's the part I can't figure out.
Unless He doesn't want you dead.
If Clay is alive- and I'm just saying if- it's possible The Hawk figures he'll come to you eventually, and he's using you as bait.
Simon? Sorry.
Forgot my trousers.
Make yourself right at home.
You get any more from Kershaw? I learned you Americans don't lie very convincingly.
Mmm, and you Brits do? Well, we've had so many years of practice.
Actually, I think Mr.
Kershaw told us quite a lot without meaning to.
He wasn't prepared for Laurie June's death.
It shook him.
She wasn't part of the plan.
Exactly what plan are we talking about? Well, it might go something like this, Sarah.
Webb suspects The Hawk is on to him.
Gets a chance to fake his own death and does so.
Why? To lull The Hawk into getting careless and making a mistake.
Only it doesn't work, and now the hunter has become the hunted.
Mrs.
Webb.
Colonel MacKenzie.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
Nice to see you again.
What can I do for you? When will Clay's remains be interred? His body has been cremated.
He wanted his ashes scattered next to those of his father.
No service? It will be a private affair, family only.
What few of us there are.
Would you like to sit down? You know, my son wanted me to ask you to dinner.
That never happened with any of his other girls.
Did you love him? I did.
I still do.
But it's difficult.
We are very different people.
Yes, it's difficult being married to a Company man.
You managed.
I was part of my husband's work.
That's how we met.
And we had a good marriage.
I miss him to this day.
Where is your son? Gone.
Has he contacted you? Colonel, I don't believe in séances or Ouija boards.
Will you take him a message for me? Clay is in danger, as is everyone close to him.
There is a killer tracking him.
The Hawk.
Go on.
His assistant was tortured and murdered yesterday.
Laurie June? Yes.
Right after she told me Clay is alive.
Did she say where he was? Mandalay.
Mandalay? You might want to ask the Company for protection or just take a trip somewhere.
My son would never put me in danger.
He may not know how bad things are, Mrs.
Webb.
If you know where he is, you need to contact him.
Barring that, protect yourself.
Oh! Whoa! Everything okay, Colonel? Ducky.
Not like you to be late.
Since when did lawyers start punching in? How's the review coming? Slowly.
End of business day? Possibly.
Good.
I'll count on it.
Aren't you the cockeyed optimist.
Harassing Turner again? Yeah, I just can't seem to leave him alone.
Any news on Webb? No, not yet.
Simon's talking to the boys at Langley.
What about his assistant being murdered by The Hawk? Open one door, and another one closes.
Listen, Mac, have you, uh have you given much thought to how you're going to react if you do find our, uh, mutual friend? I don't know.
Weep tears of relief.
And then? See how the moment plays out.
Kiss him.
Kick his ass for lying to me.
Maybe both.
And then? I don't really want to think about that part of it if that's okay.
Hey, uh, uh any chance of, uh, maybe grabbing a bite? You know, take your mind off things.
I'm having lunch with Simon.
Alfresco.
Well, then, I won't save this for dessert.
Be careful.
"Wanted for the murder of MI6 Agent "Wadsworth Cummings.
"For the assassination "of the British Undersecretary in Kenya.
"Suspected of 11 other murders for hire.
"Expert in the use of the garrote and knife.
"An expert at torture.
"Likes to work close.
none.
Peter Trunell, Ty Peters, "Phil Roth, Abdul Abdula.
"Known as Le Faucon- "The Hawk.
"Considered to be extremely dangerous.
Do not attempt to apprehend without sufficient force.
" I told you he wasn't a particularly nice man.
You're lucky to be alive.
I'm only alive because he allowed me to live.
Killing me wasn't part of his contract.
Honor among thieves? A pro like that lives by a code, Sarah.
He does what he's hired to do- nothing more or less.
If you're not on his list, you're safe.
So, where are we? Hmm.
Waiting for something to happen.
Bud, what do you know about Mandalay? I'm sorry, sir.
What number instruction is that? No, the city in Asia.
Oh, uh, right.
Uh, uh, Burma, sir.
Well, it's, uh, Myanmar now, actually, but, uh, anyway Uh, there's the hotel in Las Vegas.
The Mandalay Bay? There was that British band, Mandalay.
They had that hit single, "Beautiful.
" It's kind of old-school techno.
Well, there's also the Mandalay National Wildlife Reserve in, uh, Louisiana.
"Last night, I dreamt "I went to Manderley again.
"It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate "leading to the drive, "and for a while, I could not enter, for the way was barred to me.
" That was your dream? Those are the first lines of Rebecca, sir.
The Daphne du Maurier novel.
It was my favorite book growing up.
Mmm.
So, what was Rebecca doing in Mandalay? Actually, it's Manderley, sir.
It was a house.
A big estate way out in the country, a million miles from anywhere.
It had been in the De Winter family practically forever.
You could hide out there and never be found.
Webb's lucky to have someone like you.
You don't give up.
I just can't stand the thought of losing someone again.
You know, it's odd.
You think a beautiful woman is going to have a great life, but it's often not the case.
You'd think beauty would give you a head start on happiness.
You'd think.
Uh, beauty is subjective and, uh, mostly beside the point.
At the risk of overstepping, uh, it's not skin-deep with you.
The beauty, I mean.
Down.
Simon, stay down! Oh, he's long gone.
Odd.
For one reason or another, The Hawk missed his shot.
If that's the case, you and I aren't the only ones shaken up.
A man like that's not accustomed to failure.
So, what does he do? He goes back to the last place he felt safe.
Regroups.
He calls it off.
Calls for help.
Makes him unpredictable.
Oh, please don't tell us those are for us, Coates.
Sorry, sirs.
Afraid they are.
This is the supplemental budget report.
Commander Turner asked that you look at it right away and formulate a response, bearing in mind that- and I quote- "We want the most bang for the buck.
" He said that? Verbatim.
By the way, sirs, you didn't hear this from me, but Commander Turner just got word from SECNAV.
Captain Krennick has been flagged by PERS-eight and will not be on anyone's short list for selection.
Thanks, Coates.
This is that information you asked for, sir.
Oh, thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey.
Why aren't you at the office? Why aren't you there? You called Turner and asked for the afternoon off.
I thought there was a problem.
Yeah, there was.
So, who's handling the workload? Well, there's not really anything that pressing.
Bud said he'd pick up any of the slack.
Well, well, well.
Yeah, I heard you were in town.
So I am.
You want to tell me what happened this afternoon? The Colonel and I went to the the park for some lunch.
Saw the glint of sunlight off a rifle scope.
We hit the ground; the shot went wide.
Mac, you remember, uh, Clay talking about a house where he used to spend his summers on the Eastern Shore? Yeah, he went there as a kid.
It was the only place he felt safe.
Well, I had Coates do a little digging into real estate in the area.
She found an estate registered to an Elliott Forbes Porter Trust.
Clay's grandfather? It's actually his great-grandfather on his mother's side.
House has been in the family for generations.
Where? About an hour's drive from here.
And you think Webb's there? The house's name is called Manderley.
I say we split up.
Sarah and I will take the house.
Commander, you take the grounds and outbuildings.
That's the smartest thing I've heard you say in a while.
You all right with that, Colonel? Fine.
All right, then, let's do it.
Clay? Webb? I'll take upstairs.
Recognize this? Someone's been sleeping upstairs.
It's Clay's.
And the pot on the stove is still hot.
He'll be back.
How do you know? Because you're the honey in the trap.
Please, put your weapon on the counter.
I don't want to kill you, Sarah, but I will and not think twice about it.
Nice and slow does it.
So, what now? Well, we wait and see who shows up first, the commander or Clayton.
What happened to you? Well, when I got back from London, after I got out of rehab, they put me on a desk, Sarah.
No place for an adrenaline junkie.
You still need a high, don't you, Simon? I'm a man accustomed to freelancing.
I needed to be able to move around without having a lot of questions being asked, and I needed an infusion of cash.
So, you turned to your friends in where, Jakarta? Karachi.
Throw a rock in Pakistan, and you will hit a member of Al-Qaeda.
They have a lot of money to spend on skilled professionals with Western identities.
Who are you, really? I've been several people in several countries.
You're The Hawk.
The Hawk doesn't exist.
He's a fiction I created.
The intelligence community bought into it.
He gets blamed for my sins.
But the photo? On the Interpol wanted poster? Let's move.
Come on.
Some poor soul they caught on a surveillance camera.
He was a janitor in my old building.
Worked out well for me.
He's buried in the woods outside Nottingham.
That night in my apartment? I was the one who tossed it.
The knife wound? Self-inflicted.
Where does MI6 think you are? Uh, rafting down the Colorado.
Was it really necessary to torture Webb's assistant? Saves time.
It didn't take long for Laurie June to tell me the truth, what little she knew.
Webb had contacted her.
He told her he was at Manderley, but failed to tell her it was the name of his ancestral home.
Laurie June was alive when she called.
She was dead when we got there.
You were with me the whole time.
I had her record a short message for you.
Her last words, really.
But who placed the call? Tricks of the trade, darling.
And you needed to know if I knew what "Manderley" meant.
Yeah.
I do this for a living, sweetheart.
I need your help.
If you scream loud enough, your lover will come to rescue you.
I thought I had nothing to fear from you, Simon.
Not a word.
One down.
Now, where's your friend? Right here.
Kill me, you kill her.
Put your weapon down, she lives.
He's the only one I want.
And after that? You're not on my employer's wish list.
Nor is she.
Next time, you be the decoy.
Both of you, stay down.
Shoot him, Harm.
No, Harm.
It's me he wants, not Sarah.
Put your weapon down.
Put it over there.
Slowly.
Move.
Go on.
It's too bad we didn't hook up, Webb.
If you needed an assassin, you could have had me cheap.
I could've told him that.
The cost of a bullet.
Ah.
Next one takes out her brain.
Let me tell you how this is going to work.
I am going to ask you a series of questions.
If I don't like the answers, I am going to shoot one of your friends.
Keep them out of it.
I went through a lot of trouble to get them here.
First, how far did you penetrate the Abu Sayyef network? Secondly, how close to the top did you get? Who did you identify? I like Sarah.
Almost as much as you do.
Don't make me kill her.
Bitch.
Two would've done it, Mother.
I wanted to be sure, Clayton.
Come outside with me.
Well, it's a good thing you showed up when you did.
Commander would you care to join me in the kitchen? I really can't stand the sight of blood.
Feel better? Yeah, I wish it were that simple.
When does the killing stop? It's what we do, Sarah.
People like Tanveer and me.
I need to know the truth.
How long did you know that Tanveer was The Hawk? Only after Laurie June's murder.
Yet you let him stay close to me? That is a little cold.
The safest place for you to be was with Tanveer.
He was not going to harm you until he found me.
He needed you alive.
Were you the one that took a shot at me in the park? At Tanveer.
How could you do that, with me so close? I didn't see you.
I saw the job.
And that's cold, too.
But it's what I become when the stakes are this high.
And then? After I damn near killed the woman I love, I needed to regroup.
Was anything you ever said to me true? The part about loving you.
Have you ever had a long-term relationship? Answer me honestly.
Other than with my work? No.
Do you wonder why? No.
What made me different? You're tough, Sarah.
You don't need a lot.
For such a smart man, you're really stupid.
I misjudged you.
Don't give up on me yet, Sarah.
We can have some kind of a future together.
Really? How? Stop expecting that I can tell you the truth about what I do.
I can't.
I don't want to have "some kind of future" based on lies and deception.
A desperate housewife waiting for you to come home every night for dinner, wondering when you're late if your luck finally ran out.
If I'm going to get news of your death.
If I should believe it when it comes.
I want more than that.
You risked your life for me, Sarah.
Twice.
Yeah, well, there won't be a third time.
You can just walk away? You did.
I gather The Hawk is dead.
Thanks to my mother.
Whatever it takes.
You have us worried, Clay.
I let it get personal, Kershaw.
I let my feelings get in the way.
I damn near got Colonel MacKenzie killed.
That's why I came back here, back home.
All I could think of to do was make myself a cup of tea.
It's a wise man who knows when he's finished.
I just wish you'd called me sooner.
It's time to come in from the cold.
Tell me something, Kershaw.
How can I be who I am, and be with her at the same time? If you find out, let me know.
It's over with Clay.
Is that what you want? I don't have a clue what I want.
I just know what I don't want.
I'm tired of dissecting relationships.
The minute you start dissecting something, the damn thing is dead.
So don't talk to Clay; talk to me.
I appreciate the offer.
But? There's so much more to talk about than just Webb.
Well, Mac when you're ready, let me know, huh? Gedownload van Bierdopje.
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