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This ship's a fire waiting to happen.
We ain't even got an extinguisher.

We should be so lucky.
Then they'll have to scrap her.

- What about asbestos?
- There isn't any.

What if there is?

If there is,
it'll take 30 years to kill you.

So, what are you worried about?
You'll be dead by then anyway.

That's it. We're in.

Knock it in.

That asbestos?

What the hell
is spooking you, Andy?

This ship. It's giving me the willies.

I'm gonna give you the willies
if you don't knock it off.

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

Oh, damn!

Andy, come back here. Andy!

How the hell did you get
sealed in here, lieutenant?

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

The city of Alameda
is attempting to preserve

the USS Hornet as a museum ship.

While workers were inspecting
her hull for corrosion,

they found a skeleton in the void.

The void, sir?

That's the space between the inner
and outer hulls, Mac.

Admiral, the void is sealed
during construction.

How would a body get in there?

Well, the same as it did
on the Great Eastern, sir.

Enlighten us, Mr. Roberts.

She was a double-hulled ship
too, sir.

During construction,
a ship fitter fell asleep in the void

and was accidentally sealed inside.

They said that you could hear him
pounding for years.

Years, Bud?

- Obviously, it was his ghost, ma'am.
- Obviously.

When they scrapped
the Great Eastern, sir,

they found a skeleton
between the hulls.

Well, the skeleton on the Hornet
wasn't a ship fitter.

He was a Naval aviator who
apparently died of a fractured skull.

- Murder, sir?
- Looks that way.

He was hid in the void
with no identification

other than wings, bars,
and this patch.

This is a Skoshi Tigers patch,
admiral.

They were a South Vietnamese
air force squadron.

Flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.

Yeah, which means that our skeleton
was entombed during the Vietnam era.

God, my father flew off the Hornet
on his first tour.

Could have been
in this guy's squadron.

He very well may have, commander.

Sir, isn't this technically a matter
for Alameda Homicide,

since the Hornet's
their museum ship?

Not yet, she isn't.
Navy still owns the pink slip.

If Alameda can't raise the funds
to maintain her as a museum,

she'll be sold as scrap.

In any case, the victim died
while the Hornet was in commission.

Alameda Homicide says
this investigation is all ours.

Or I should say, all yours.
Let's get to it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Alameda's across the bay
from San Francisco.

Yeah, just a cork's throw
from the Napa Valley.

- Fisherman's Wharf.
- Wine country.

- Chinatown.
- B & B's.

We're investigating a murder, people.
Not taking a vacation.

Bud, you're gonna have to stay behind
in Washington to do research.

Sir, I have a portable computer.

Good. You can use it to e-mail
Major MacKenzie with your reports.

Bud, I want chapter and verse on the
Hornet during the Vietnam War:

Engagements, campaigns, UA,
missing personnel,

anything and everything.

Also, any joint operations they had
with the Skoshi Tigers.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sorry.

Yours is not to reason why,
yours is but to do research.

You ever fly off her?

No, she's too small
to handle Tomcats.

But I was on her once.

What's the bulkhead number
where they opened the void?

Two-Delta-42 Zebra-8-Victor, hike.

- Very funny.
- I'm a funny lady.

Why do I feel like whistling?

Because you have
an overactive imagination.

- I really appreciate this, Harriet.
- No problem.

We can see the movie another time.

You see, that's what I like
about you, Harriet.

You're so understanding.

What's not to understand?
Duty's duty, Bud.

Believe me, other girls
aren't nearly as sympathetic.

Other girls?

- You're seeing other girls?
- No. No.

You're the only girl
I've wanted to see since...

Gosh, I don't know how long.
A long time.

Hi, Buddy.

Millie. I didn't know
you'd be working tonight.

I work every Friday night.

Unless I have a date.

Buddy?

- It's a term of...
- Of endearment.

Yeah. No.

Millie, this is Ensign Sims.
Harriet, this is Millie Shaker.

If you're looking for anything
in Navy records,

Millie knows where it's buried.

I'm impressed.

You must have quite a filing system.

No. Just a great memory.

Millie, I need to research
the USS Horny... Hornet.

Which one? There are eight.

The last one. I need to see
your records from '61 to '75.

Are you gonna spend the weekend
with me, Buddy?

Excuse me?

We can't computer-search
those records.

They're only on microfilm.

That takes time.

Well, Buddy, I guess we have
our work cut out for us, then.

Ensign Sims is gonna help me.

- Did you bring cookies?
- Cookies?

To leave a trail of crumbs
so you can find your way back.

Two-Delta-42,
it should be down here.

Six-Tech-Victor.
Eight-Tech-Victor. There it is.

Hole they cut in the void.

Looks like they removed
all the evidence.

What was that?

It's metal contracting.
Ship's cooling as the sun goes down.

- That is not metal contracting.
- Kill your light.

No.

Kill your light.

What are you two doing down here
in the dark?

Wondering if you were a ghost.

Not that I'm aware of.

Lieutenant Mark Falcon,
Alameda Homicide.

I'm Major Sarah MacKenzie.

This is Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb.

I thought Alameda Homicide
was handing this one over to JAG.

Oh, we are, commander.
I'm here on my own time.

Never could pass up a good mystery.
Thought I'd give you a hand.

Any idea how he might
have got in here?

Not really. I checked the void
from bulkhead to bulkhead.

And as you can see,
it's completely sealed,

except for the hole
the salvagers cut to get in here.

They said they were inspecting for rust
before making a bid to scrap her, but...

- You don't believe them.
- No.

You don't have to check the void
to make a scrap bid.

No, they were looking
for something else.

What?

Anything left behind
by the original shipbuilders.

Lunch buckets, tools,
magazines, mostly junk.

But 50-year-old junk's
worth a buck today.

Especially if it comes
from a famous ship.

I hope Alameda can raise
enough money to save the old girl.

She was a hell of a ship in her day.

- You serve on her?
- No. No, I was an Army MP.

Spent my year in Saigon

chasing AWOLs
and breaking up bar fights.

What do you make of that flight patch
found on the skeleton?

Oh, just that it wasn't his.

The medical examiner
said the skeleton was Caucasian.

The patch was South Vietnamese,
although I don't recall ever seeing it.

It's a Skoshi Tigers patch.
They flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.

Wish my partner were that quick
with the answers.

Me too.

My dad flew 167 missions
over the North,

half of them from this deck.

Have you told him about this?

He didn't come back.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's 10 p.m. To your stomachs.
You guys have got to be starved.

I know a little fish place where
the branzino's as good as in Italy.

What is it, commander?

Nothing. Let's eat.

You're 11 minutes late.

- Ten.
- Eleven.

You probably dropped a minute
when you reset your watch.

- Probably.
- UPS overnight for you.

From La Jolla?

The tapes.

I had my mom send them.

God, I haven't heard these
since I was a kid.

Let me guess.

Billy Joel? Kris Kross?
Kenny Rogers?

These are letter tapes
from my father.

Morning, Trish.

At least, it's morning here
on the South China Sea.

- Hot and muggy.
- My mom cassetted the tapes

my dad sent her
from the Hornet in '66.

Tom Boone and I just flew CAP
for some A-6s visiting Uncle Ho.

Tom Boone?
The CAG on the Seahawk?

Yeah, he was my dad's wingman.

Hammer and Tong
were flying cover

and decided to stick close
to their rice bowls.

Can't say that I blame them.
How's my boy?

I hope you're playing these tapes
so he won't forget my voice.

Trish, I gotta cut this short
to make the mail.

Give Harm a big hug and a kiss
for me and be strong, honey.

I'll be home soon.

I love you guys.

That was recorded on the Hornet
near the end of his first tour in '66.

He came back from that one.

You're still hoping he's alive.

The chances
are 10 million-to-1 against it.

Well, still, someone always
wins the lottery, don't they?

The mechanism of injury
was blunt-force trauma,

causing an oblique fracture
to the base of the skull.

Preliminary examination indicates
that the deceased

was Caucasian male
between 25 and 30 years of age.

Oh, that was found clutched
in his right hand.

- Clutched in a skeleton's hand?
- Yes.

You see, as the flesh deteriorated,
the bones maintained their position.

Well, I'd say that he was clutching it
when he died.

The South Vietnamese wore patches

Velcroed to the front
of their flight jackets.

How about if, in a struggle,

our lieutenant snatched this off
his murderer's jacket?

Oh, that's possible.

I assume this was found
with the remains?

Yes.

Around the left radial and the ulna.

- Looks like a "Go to hell" watch.
- What's a "Go to hell" watch?

It was standard issue
to combat flight crews.

No names or inscriptions
in case they were captured.

Should be a serial number, though.

There is. Maybe we can trace it.

You keep records that far back?

Hey, this is the Navy, doc.

We have Popeye's enlistment papers
on record somewhere.

Big question is where.

Federal stock number Delta-3684.

Lot number 4, 58771.

Five-eight-seven-seven-one.

I found it.

Now, we're looking
for serial number 19293...

- Three-seven. I know, Bud.
- Oh, you're terrific, Harriet.

Not so terrific.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were so terrific,
you wouldn't be dating girls like Millie.

I'm not dating Millie.
Or anyone else, except you.

So does this mean
we're going steady?

Steady.

I didn't say,
"So are we getting married," Bud.

There.

Serial number 192937

was issued to Lieutenant Brian Tate
on September 13th...

1974.

He's our skeleton, Harm.

He was listed as missing at sea
on April 30, 1975.

That's the day Saigon fell.

The Vietnamese were fleeing
to our ships in everything

from helos to sampans.

And one of them
was a Skoshi Tiger bent on murder.

Yeah, but why?
And where is he now?

Hey, wasn't Lieutenant Falcon
supposed to meet us here

- at 1300?
- He's six minutes late.

Look, tell Bud to fax
Lieutenant Tate's dental records

to the Alameda medical examiner
and see if there's a refugee list

in the Hornet's records.

Harm, Bud's been at it nonstop
for 32 hours and 24 minutes.

How do you do that?

My mother's Swiss.

Okay, after he faxes the dental records
and does a refugee search,

he can hit the rack
for a couple hours.

And when he's back at it,

tell him to see if the Hornet suffered
any hull damage in April of '75.

- Hull damage?
- Yeah.

If she had hull damage, they might
have opened the void to repair it.

That's brilliant, Harm.

Only if I'm right.

Hey, where are you going?

I'm gonna take a walk with my dad.

Hi, Trish. I've got the day off

and thought I'd give you and Harm
a tour of the Hornet at sea.

I'm standing on the flight deck
where we're launching Corsairs.

I wish you could see
how beautiful this is.

Here goes the first one.

You can't possibly hear me
over all this noise.

So I'm going inside where I can talk
without shouting.

Hey, who are you?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb, JAG.

I'm investigating the remains
found in the void.

Sibby Lonegro.
I found those remains.

While inspecting for corrosion?

Yeah, I'm surveying the Hornet
to make a salvage bid.

If Alameda can't come up with cash,
I turn this rust bucket into razor blades.

She's no rust bucket, Mr. Lonegro.

Nothing romantic
about it to me, commander.

I served on flattops.
All I remember is hot bunking,

dog watches
and the stink of aviation fuel.

I can still smell it, and she hasn't
launched a bird in years.

Well, it smells pretty good to me.

You got it bad.
Thirty-year type for sure.

- What was your rating?
- I was a welder.

I kept them together.

Now I tear them apart.

Come on,
I'll show you where I found the bones.

- That's okay. I'll find my own way.
- Suit yourself.

But don't go past any chains.

These decks ain't safe beyond them.

Here we are
on the hangar deck, Trish.

It's not nearly as noisy as topside,
even though it's busier than hell.

Pardon my French,
as your mom's always telling me.

Seems like half the Intruders onboard
down here are being patched up.

Those boys take a hell of a beating.

Everything from SAMs to rocks.

Thank God I fly high,
where there's nothing to worry about.

Sorry I'm late, major.
I was waiting for a fax.

We identified the skeleton.

He's Lieutenant Brian Tate.

Tate, huh?

Figured it was him
or Lieutenant Sturges.

What do you mean?

The fax I was waiting for was a list
of officers missing off the Hornet

during the Vietnam War.

If you eliminate the MIAs,
there were only two,

a Lieutenant Sturges,
who jumped ship in Hong Kong,

and a Lieutenant Tate,
who was lost at sea.

Why didn't you tell us
what you were doing?

I could ask you
the same question, Sarah.

- Well, we just did it this morning.
- So did I.

You're right. I'm sorry, Mark.

That's all right. Forget it.

When it comes to solving mysteries,
we all wanna be first.

How'd you like the branzino
last night?

It was terrific.

Good. How about
a San Francisco Steakhouse tonight?

Yeah.
Harm's practically a vegetarian.

Wasn't figuring on asking him.

Is that a problem?

- No. Not at all.
- Good.

By the way,
where is the commander?

Walking with his dad.

I'm taking the ladder down
to the O-2 level,

where Tom and I are billeted.

After debriefing,
we grab a cup of java

and head to our quarters
for some rack time.

I swear, Trish, if we're not flying,
we're sleeping. Especially Tom.

Speak of the devil, you'll never guess
who joined me, Trish.

Hey, Trish. It's the man
you should have married.

Hey, it's a private conversation, Tom.

Honey, I'm gonna shut
the tape off for a second

while I get rid of this interloper.

I'm back, Trish.

I had to threaten Tom
with physical abuse

to let me finish this tape alone.

Hey, here's the knee-knockers Harm
kept tripping over on visitors' day.

I'll never forget the way he'd get up
after each fall and try again.

I like that.

It shows fortitude,
which will take him a long way in life.

Mac?

Harm? Where are you?

- Harm!
- Yeah.

You all right, commander?

- Yeah.
- I told you not to cross any chains.

What chain?

You ripped right through it.

There was no chain there.
I didn't rip through anything.

Maybe you don't remember.
Shock can do that.

We need to get you to a doctor,
Harm.

I'm okay, Mac.

I was okay until you blasted me
in the eyes with the light.

Pupils are contracting, but slowly.
You need to see a doctor.

Major's right, commander.
That had to be a nasty fall.

I've hit harder landing a Tomcat.

Sounds like you're accident-prone,
commander.

Somebody took that chain down.

Who? There's no one else
onboard except us.

Maybe the old girl did it.

Doesn't like you poking around
in her innards.

You're the one who wants to cut her
into razor blades.

You're right.
Maybe it's me she's after.

I'd better get out of here
before I have an accident.

- Did he come down ahead of you?
- No, he came down with us.

He was with someone when
he discovered the skeleton, wasn't he?

Yeah, his partner.
Had a Greek name.

Andy something.

Kochifos. Andy Kochifos.

You don't think your fall
was an accident?

There was no chain there.

After I fell, I saw...

Saw what?

Somebody was up there
looking down at me.

I'm getting you to a doctor.

I don't need a doctor, Mac.
I just need to get on deck.

Why would Lonegro or his partner
wanna see you hurt?

They wanna scrap this ship.

Maybe an accident
on top of the skeleton

will give Alameda second thoughts
about bringing tourists onboard.

Or they wanna put an end
to this investigation

before we find out they're involved.

Well, how could they be?
Tate was murdered 22 years ago.

Lonegro let it slip that he served
five years on carriers as a welder.

If he was on the Hornet
when Tate was killed,

he would have been on the damage
control party that opened the void.

The void was opened in '75?

It had to be. That's the only way
Tate's body could have gotten in there.

I'm guessing they opened the void
to repair some hull damage.

Makes sense, but if Lonegro
was a murderer,

he'd be the last person
to open that void now.

Well, he may not be the murderer,
but he knows something.

And like you said, they didn't
cut in there looking for rust.

Maybe his partner
will tell us something he wouldn't.

How about if Sarah and I question him
before we go to San Francisco?

I'm sorry, Mark. I'm gonna have to
take a rain cheque on that steak.

- And I wanna keep an eye on Harm.
- No, no, no.

I am not gonna hear about you

missing a San Francisco
steak dinner to babysit me.

I'm fine. You two go on your date.

- I am not leaving you in this condition.
- Yes, you are.

And as senior officer in this
investigation, major, that's an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

- You sure, commander?
- Oh, I'm positive. I'm fine.

So you and Sibby torched into the void
to check for corrosion?

Yeah, that's right.

What did you care
if the hull was corroded?

You wanna turn the Hornet
into scrap.

Because rusted scrap iron
ain't worth crap.

If you'll pardon the expression.

- I don't think so.
- What?

I don't think I'll pardon the expression,
and I don't think I believe you.

Well, who gives a damn, lady?

I give a damn. And I'm not a lawyer,
I'm a street cop.

Okay. Okay.

Now, what were you looking for
in that void?

I told you. We were looking for...

- Gold. We were looking for gold.
- Go on.

Sibby was on the Hornet
after the war.

And he said that all the Nam vets
were searching for this gold

that this Vietnamese colonel
smuggled on after Saigon fell.

But nobody found nothing.

Then, Sibby reads
in an old damage-control log

that a repair party opened the void
while this Vietnamese colonel

was still onboard.

So he figures the gold is hid there.

But all we found was that skeleton.

You see there? Telling the truth
always makes you feel better.

- Did you get hold of that refugee list?
- Yes, sir.

And one of them was a Skoshi Tiger,
Colonel Nguyen.

But he was on a flight to Guam
that did an Amelia Earhart.

Why was he being airlifted
to Guam?

Records don't say, commander.

But I checked the manifest,

and besides the flight crew
and Colonel Nguyen,

there was an SOG officer onboard.

SOG?

That was the cover used
by the CIA in Nam.

Interesting, isn't it, sir?

Very interesting.
You're doing a great job, Bud.

- Keep it up.
- Thank you, sir.

Does Harm know you got your feet
on his desk?

I didn't realise that I had...

What are you doing here,
Mr. Webb?

You were working late.
I thought you might like a pizza.

An El Ni�o. And with anchovies.

Your favourite.

How did you know
it was my favourite?

And how did you know
I'd be working so late?

Knowing things
is how one survives on the Potomac.

Knowing I like an El Ni�o
with anchovies?

And a fragola frapp�.

Whatever it is you and the CIA want,
the answer's no.

Oh, for God's sakes, Roberts.
Just enjoy it.

I don't want information from you.

- You don't?
- No.

I have information to give you.

Hello there.

Hey.

Hey, wait.

Wait!

Dad.

Dad.

Damn. My phone can't get out.

Too much steel down here.
You'll have to go up on deck.

I'm not leaving him again.

I'll do it.

- Thanks, Mark.
- Yeah.

Harm?

Mac, what are you doing here?

When you weren't in your quarters,
we came back out looking for you.

Harm, you've been unconscious.
I never should have left you.

I...

I remember talking to Bud
about a Skoshi Tiger colonel.

Nguyen.

His plane was sabotaged
flying to Guam.

Sabotaged?
He didn't tell me it was sabotaged.

Well, Bud spoke to you
before Webb came in.

Webb? The CIA's involved?

What? What is it, Mac?

Later, in the hospital.
An ambulance is on the way.

No, no, no. You tell me now.

Webb told Bud to warn us.
The KGB is following our investigation.

KGB? How are they involved?

Colonel Nguyen boarded the Hornet
with a list of names,

a list he wanted to trade
for the good life in Paris.

What kind of list?

American MIAs the KGB
were holding in Russia

at the end of the war.

Oh, God.

My father might...

The colonel approached
two CIA agents

who were airlifted to the Hornet
when Saigon fell.

One of them was on the plane
with him to Guam.

The other disappeared
when the Hornet docked.

The CIA believes he was a double
agent working for the Russians.

They think that he sabotaged the plane
so that that list would not come to light.

Why weren't we told?

Tell us what, Harm? A rumour?

According to Webb, the CIA's
been trying to verify it ever since.

Wait a minute.
How is Tate involved in this?

Colonel Nguyen was quartered
with him when he came onboard.

Why would Nguyen kill Tate?

Tate must have seen the list.

He didn't just see it, Mac.
He must have seen where he hid it.

Think about it. Colonel Nguyen
would not keep the list with him.

The list must still be here
somewhere.

Harm, sit down, please.

No, it's okay. I just need a little air.

Mac, I saw my dad.

I followed him to his quarters.

He was trying to tell me something.
Maybe where the list is hidden.

You've been listening
to your dad's tapes,

walking in his footsteps.

- Maybe the concussion caused you...
- I wasn't hallucinating. I saw him.

I saw my dad.

An ambulance is on the way.

I'm not leaving until I find that list.

It shows fortitude,
which will take him a long way in life.

Here we are, 03-Lima- 124-Papa.
My home on the Hornet.

- What's the number?
- 226-Papa.

This isn't my dad's.

Harm, you were hallucinating.

No, no, no. No, I wasn't.

- Mac, I didn't see my dad.
- Thank God.

- I saw Lieutenant Tate.
- Harm.

These are his quarters.

Don't you see? He led me here.

He wants me to find the list.

Okay, we're getting you topside
and to a hospital.

Sarah's right.
You need medical attention.

Most of the guys celebrate the end
of a mission with a shot of bourbon,

but I have mine
when I'm making your tape.

Tom and I keep a bottle hidden
in the wall behind our racks.

Here's to you and Harm, Trish.

It's in Vietnamese.

Except for the names and the dates.

He's in here.

He was transferred to Russia.

He could still be alive.

I'll get him.

- The book. The book.
- I've got it, commander.

- The ship's on fire.
- That bastard.

- Who?
- Lonegro, who else?

He wants this ship for scrap.

He burns it
and it'll never be a museum.

Come on,
we gotta find another way out.

Damn it, it's everywhere.

Passageways are acting
like wind tunnels.

Down.

- Down!
- He's right. Fire rises.

We need to get below it.

Easy, commander.

Easy.

We've gotta close that hatch.
The fire's sucking the air out.

You're right.

- How are you doing?
- Very tired.

Commander, is there another way
out of here other than up?

- I don't know.
- Maybe we can wait it out.

I don't think so.

We gotta get out of here, now.

There! That way!

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I don't know how you did that.

I didn't do it.

He did.

Yes, sir. Good, sir. I'll tell him.
Bye-bye.

Commander says he'll be released
from the hospital by 1500 our time.

He's gonna get the list from the police
and head straight to Travis,

so he should be arriving
at Andrews by 2100.

I wish he had a Marine
security detachment with him.

- Why would he need that, sir?
- Are you kidding, ensign?

That list is gonna toast the KGB.

I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate
to add Harm's and Mac's names to it.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't try to get
that list from the commander.

You're right.

He wouldn't trade it
for an admiral's star.

The commander also wanted me
to say thank you,

and that he owes you.

His dad paid that debt long ago.

- Just when I think I've got him figured.
- He says something nice.

Yeah.

I misjudged you too, Bud.

- Me?
- Yeah.

I know you're not a sailor
with a girl in every port.

Gosh, no, Harriet.

I only want one girl in port.

You.

Does this mean we're going steady?

I guess so.

Oh, Bud.

Hi, Buddy.

I wouldn't have bet anyone
could confine you

to a hospital bed for two days.

I slept the first day. After that,
the nurse threatened to tie me down

if I so much as stuck my nose
out the door.

Kinky.

- Yellow light, major.
- Oh, come on, Harm.

Haven't we reached the point
where we can drop the traffic signals?

Absolutely.

I ever tell you why a female Marine
is like the Energizer Bunny?

On second thought, let's not.

Who in their right mind would order
a pineapple-and-anchovy pizza?

- A homicide cop. They'd eat anything.
- Don't get wise, kid.

You want me to take them back?

No, leave the pepperoni
and sausage.

You want the pepperoni and sausage,
you take the pineapple and anchovies.

You ain't getting a tip.

I never get a tip.

Excuse me. Sergeant, we're looking
for Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

Lieutenant,
you take care of these officers?

Can I help you?

- Yeah, we're here to meet Lt. Falcon.
- About what?

- Well, he's holding evidence for us.
- Evidence?

It's a book, in the station safe.

If you let the lieutenant know
we're here...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, Lieutenant Mark Falcon does.

Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

Please fasten your seat belts
for our final approach

into Moscow International.

I'll find him, Mac.

I'll find him and the list
if it takes the rest of my life.