All language subtitles for JAG - 3x06 - Vanished.DVDRip.Topaz.en

How are you holding up
back there, Bubba?

Bubba?

Sorry, Yankee. This thunder bumper
is rocking me to sleep.

Well, try and stay awake
for the rest of the tour.

Monk, this is Yankee.
How do you read, over?

This is Monk, loud and clear.
Go ahead, Yankee.

We're gonna climb to angels 40,
see if we can't top out of this mess.

Roger that, Yankee.
We're tucked in close.

You heard the man, Hobo.
Let's get on top.

Roger that.

Yankee flight, burners now.

Yankee one from two.
Lost visual contact.

Coming right 30 degrees.

Yankee, we have lost contact.
Say position, over.

Where'd he go, Hobo?

I don't know, Monk.
He just vanished.

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.

- Doughnut?
- Power-nut.

Excuse me?

Not you, sir, the doughnut.
It's a power-nut.

No fat, 100 percent
pure whole wheat.

What about the powdered sugar?

Well, it's a sugar substitute

packed with
30 essential vitamins and minerals,

including ginkgo biloba.

Ginkgo boblobla?

Ginkgo biloba, sir. It's a brain food.

Oh, yeah?

What's JAG Manual, Chapter 2,
Section B, Sub-section 0235?

Zero-two-three-five, sir, that is...

Accidental or intentional flooding
of a ship.

Better have another brain-nut, Bud.

- Power-nut, sir.
- Power-nut.

Bud.

Yes, sir?

Who's that in Mac's office?

Well, that's Dalton Lowne, sir,
of Lowell, Hanson and Lowne.

One of the biggest law firms
in Virginia.

Oh, yeah? Who's he representing?

I don't think he's representing anyone,
sir.

I think he's recruiting.

Any word on the missing F-14?

No, sir. It just vanished
inside the Bermuda Triangle.

The plane went off radar
at 0530 Zulu.

They were flying
through bad weather,

but the pilot and his RIO
were experienced crew.

We don't know much more
than that.

The search team still hasn't found any
signs of the aircraft or her crew, sir.

Have the families been notified?

They're trying to reach them now.

The Tomcat had live missiles on it.

I want you two to report
to USS Coral Sea.

Find out what happened
and wrap it up

before I have to watch it
as a Movie of the Week.

So, what's up with Dalton Lowne?

Why do you ask about Dalton?

Just curious.

We went out a few times,
had dinner.

He's a nice guy.

Oh, yeah?

We're just friends. Are you jealous?

- Please.
- He drives a Porsche.

- I fly Tomcats.
- You are jealous.

Sir? Ma'am?

I just pulled some information
off the Internet.

Do you realise how many ships
and planes

have mysteriously disappeared
in the Bermuda Triangle

in the last 50 years?

Do you realise how many haven't?

Not off hand, ma'am.

Bud, there's no such thing
as the Bermuda Triangle. It's a myth.

You'd better hope so.

- Why's that, sir?
- We're joining the search.

You're going
into the Bermuda Triangle?

You're coming too, Bud.

Relax, Bud.

Dozens of ships and planes
fly through that area every day.

It's one of the most beautiful parts
of the Atlantic.

Are you okay, Bud?

If this is the most beautiful part
of the Atlantic, major,

I don't wanna see the worst.

Welcome aboard the Coral Sea,
sirs, ma'am.

Ensign. Nice weather you're having.

Actually, it was nice, sir.

- Until we entered the Black Water.
- Black Water?

Well, that's what some of the
old-timers call this place, commander.

I think it's a bunch of bunk myself.

And don't mind that.

The engineers
have been having problems

with the electrical systems
all morning.

Captain,
Lieutenant Commander Rabb

and Major MacKenzie are here
to see you.

At ease. Well, I wish we were meeting
under better circumstances.

So do we, sir.

Have you had any luck
locating the plane or her crew, sir?

No, we have found neither the plane
nor the crew.

But we are not leaving this part
of the ocean until we do.

I'm counting on you,
Commander Rabb,

to provide me with answers.

We'll do our best, captain.

Dismissed.

We knew we were flying
through bad weather,

we just didn't expect it
to be that bad.

Any chance of a lightning strike?

Definitely. It was pretty nasty.

That's why Yankee,
Commander Douglas,

decided to take the high road
and fly out of the storm.

And that's when you lost him?

Yes, major.

I was following him up
when I first lost him.

I veered off
to avoid a possible wing strike,

as per standard operating procedure,
but I lost him when he went off radar.

Did he maintain radio contact?

Not after he went off the screen.

I tried to contact him,
but he didn't answer.

Do you think he hit the water?

It's possible,
but we were at 38,000 feet.

It's as if he just...

Disappeared.

One second, he was on my screen,
and the next minute, he wasn't.

Could the storm have interfered
with the radar?

Maybe, if we'd suffered
a lightning strike,

but we didn't.

What do you think happened,
lieutenant?

I don't know, sir.

I've flown
with Commander Douglas before

and Yankee was one of the best.

Hopefully, he still is.

Yes, ma'am.
I didn't mean it in the past tense.

It's just something like this tends
to rattle you a bit.

Some of the other guys
are a little spooked too.

Every time an aircraft goes up,
there's a chance you're gonna crash.

Crashing is one thing, commander.
Disappearing is another.

Did you know the reports
of weird occurrences

in the Bermuda Triangle date back
to the 15th century?

Even Christopher Columbus reported
seeing weird lights in this area

and problems with his compass.

Christopher Columbus
also thought he was in the East Indies

when he landed in America.

That might explain the problems
with his compass.

Hey, Ripley, have you found anything
on his computer yet?

No, sir.
Not anything out of the ordinary.

Just letters back to his wife
and daughter, Lee and Kim.

Anything in the letters?

No. Just that he misses them a lot.

Well...

- What is it?
- I think it's Honduran.

It's definitely Honduran.

March, maybe April.

It's definitely the spring of '95.
They had a lot of rain that year.

All right, knock it off, Sherlock.

- General quarters, general quarters.
- Changing course.

- All hands man your stations.
- They must have found something.

Ensign, what's going on?

Oceanographic anomaly, sir.

All hands, man your stations.

Let's go, let's go.

Well put, lieutenant.

Not many people get
to see a waterspout this close.

- Is it any threat to us?
- I'd like to think not.

But I prefer to err on the side of
caution when dealing with such things.

One of those could tear apart
a smaller vessel

and suck it right under.

What about a plane?

Not at 38,000 feet, Bud.

What if Yankee was lower?

What if he dropped below the storm
and ran into that?

The earliest recorded disappearance
of a United States vessel

inside the Bermuda Triangle
goes way back to March, 1918.

The USS Cyclops vanished
without a trace.

Same thing's been known
to happen to superstitious lieutenants.

Tiner just faxed me
these newspaper headlines

from Admiral Chegwidden's office.

"Navy pilot reappears in Black Sea
ten years younger."

"Suicide at 30,000 feet."

"Missing pilot linked
to radical militia groups."

Where do they come up
with this stuff?

You know, same place
they get stories

about Bigfoot babies
and Elvis sightings.

Washington, however,
is taking it very seriously.

The suicide militia angles anyway.

Every time someone in the military
loses a sock,

they blame a militia group.

Do you think a storm
that's strong enough

to create a water spout could've
knocked that plane out of the sky?

F-14s are designed to fly
through hurricanes if they have to.

Mac, you should continue
to interview the rest of the crew.

See if you can find any connection
between the militia group

and the suicide attempt.

Bud, I also wanna speak
to Yankee's wife.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna see
if I can find this missing aircraft.

As you can see from our tapes,
commander,

our radar record
confirms Monk's report.

The two aircrafts
were in a major storm system.

At 0033 hours,
we see them alter course slightly

and start gaining altitude.

That's when Yankee gave the order
to get on top.

Yes, sir.

A few seconds pass, and you see
Yankee's plane veer off course.

That's when his wingman lost him.

Yes, sir. They dropped off
the ship's radar as well.

But we received this tape
from the PAVE PAWS

at Eglin Air Force Base
about an hour ago.

Their over-the-horizon
back scatter radar

has a range of over 3,000 miles.

They tracked them
for an additional 12 minutes.

Apparently, he dropped back
through the storm

and started running north
along the coast.

If a lightning strike knocked out
all their instruments,

the only thing he'd have to navigate by
would be land features.

His flight pattern did seem to suggest
he was looking for something.

As you can see here,
he starts circling.

If he knew he couldn't make it back
to the ship,

his only hope
would be an emergency landing.

Once he located the coast,
he'd start searching for a runway.

He didn't land, sir.

At 0043, his flight pattern
suddenly went haywire.

It's as if nobody's flying the aircraft.

Our last position is nearly
a hundred miles out to sea.

My guess is they hit the water.

How long have you known Yankee?

I've been his plane captain
since he arrived aboard, ma'am.

I miss him.
He's not like the other pilots.

How so?

He talks to the enlisted men.

Although I think that's on account of us
having a better poker game.

We play strictly for fun, of course.

Of course.

- So Yankee's a bit of a gambler?
- Major, l...

I don't care about your poker games,
Petty Officer Riggs.

I just wanna know more
about Commander Douglas.

Listen, let's just say he wasn't afraid
to lay down a little wager,

or a big one for that matter.

You know these fighter jocks, ma'am,
they're not afraid to take a risk.

He ever talk to you about
his personal life? Problems at home?

Hard to have problems at home,
ma'am, when you're never there.

Do you ever hear any rumours
about him

being a part of a militia group?

No, ma'am.

Personally, I think militia groups
are more of an Army problem.

I mean, it's easy for a group
of redneck Army washouts

to grab a bunch of rifles and paint
their pick up trucks camouflage,

call themselves a militia group.

What are sailors gonna do,
mount a 50 cal on their bass boat?

I guess you have a point there,
Petty Officer Riggs.

Coral Sea, this is Search 1.
Do you copy? Over.

This is Coral Sea.
Go ahead, Search 1.

We've completed search area
Delta 7.

Proceeding to Echo 1. Over.

Copy that, Search One.
Coral Sea, out.

Yankee, we have lost contact.
Say position, over.

Where'd he go, Hobo?

I don't know. He just vanished.

Radar records
support these radio tapes.

Ship tracked them for another couple
of minutes and then:

One moment he was there,
the next he was gone.

Just like Flight 19.

What's Flight 19?

Please, don't encourage him.

In 1945, there was a training squadron
with five Navy torpedo bombers

leaving Fort Lauderdale
on a routine run.

All five planes
and 14 crewmen disappeared.

They sent a sea plane out
to look for them.

That disappeared too.

Do you see what you've done now?

I'm gonna have to listen to conspiracy
theories the rest of the evening.

It's not just me, sir.
People are talking on the Internet.

They're speculating that Yankee
purposely flew below radar

so he could steal the plane
and attack the prison

where Timothy McVeigh
is awaiting execution.

That's ridiculous.

There's also talk that the plane
was destroyed by a giant water spout

created by a top-secret Navy weapon
that can control the weather.

- That's just a rumour.
- Which also happens to be true.

What do you mean, sir?

Operation Whirlpool.

It's a top-secret procedure

where half a dozen
Seawolf Class submarines

move in counter-clockwise circles
around and around

creating a Coriolis vortex.

Suck down a ship or a plane

like a rubber duck
down a bathtub drain.

Are you mocking me, sir?

He's just trying to help, Harm.

Theories are helpful.
Old Twilight Zone episodes are not.

You waiting for the captain
to turn on the smoking lamp?

How did you find me?

Where else would I find
a former Tomcat pilot?

Flying tourists to Hawaii?

Yeah. That'll be the day.

He may still be out there somewhere,
Mac.

Commander Douglas or your father?

Commander Douglas.

You think I'm obsessing about my dad
since I found that list, don't you?

No. You were obsessing
before you found the list.

And you have every right, Harm.

Learning the North Vietnamese
sent him to Russia only intensified it.

I just hope you realise
that if we find Commander Douglas,

it isn't gonna give you closure
with your father.

Only finding my dad will do that.

Well, you're not alone, Harm.

In one way or another,
we're all searching for something.

Oh, yeah?
What are you searching for?

What every woman wants.

A great career, a good man
and comfortable shoes,

lots and lots of them.

Is that where Dalton Lowne
comes in?

Are you kidding?
His shoes are way too big.

I mean, have you see the size
of that man's feet?

I just hope you're not gonna do
something stupid, Mac.

Why, Harm, are you afraid
you're gonna lose me?

I just...

...hate having to break in new partners,
you know?

You know, for a second there,

I thought we were gonna have
a Hallmark moment.

You know, when the admiral
first told me

he was partnering me
with a Marine major,

I had these visions
of a tattooed jarhead

challenging me
to arm wrestling at lunch hour.

Well, I do have a tattoo,
I'm a pretty good arm wrestler,

and although I don't like the term,
I am technically a jarhead.

Back up. You have a tattoo?

How come I've never seen it?

Now, where would one find
this tattoo?

I'm afraid that's classified information.

Oh, yeah?

You have tattoos?

Puddles.

How many times have I told you?
No peeing in the tent.

Don't you get sassy with me,
young man.

How are you feeling, lieutenant?

Like I've been run over by a tank,
sir.

A big one.

Have they found Yankee?

Not yet, but we're still looking.

This must be pretty serious
for an admiral to get involved, sir.

Son, don't let these stars scare you.
Just relax.

You tell me what you can remember.
Anything will help.

We were in a pretty nasty storm, sir.

I was getting bounced around
real bad.

I must have blacked out.

The next thing I remember
is a bright light,

and these people
were standing over me.

And my head was pounding
like it was about to explode.

One of them sticks me
with something like a needle.

I can't even remember
what order things happened in

it's like my sense of time
is all distorted, admiral.

You don't remember how you got
to the campground?

No, sir.

One minute, I'm at 30,000 feet,

and the next,
I'm wandering through some swamp.

This woman, she starts to scream,
and this dog's barking at me.

It was really weird.

Punching out of an airplane
can scramble your noggin pretty good.

You remember seeing Lieutenant
Commander Douglas' chute?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Notice anything unusual

about Commander Douglas'
behaviour lately?

Now that you mention it,
he did seem a little moody,

like something was bothering him.

I thought maybe
he was just having trouble at home.

The night before the flight,

he spent a couple hours
in the radio room,

said he had to talk to Lee.

His wife.

You have no idea
what they talked about?

Not offhand.
I know she'd been on him to get out.

She wanted him to trade in
his Tomcat for a jumbo jet.

Yankee wanted no part of that.

He was too good a pilot
to be flying a bunch of drunken tourists

around the friendly skies.

Papers are talking
about UFOs and aliens.

You heal yourself up and try not
to punch out of any more airplanes.

Will do, sir.

Oh, lieutenant,
if you get a visit from any strangers

in black suits and sunglasses,
don't talk to them.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is AIRCOM.
Stand by to trap Search 1.

Search 3. We are go for launch.

Yankee's RIO
told Admiral Chegwidden

that Commander Douglas
spent the night before he disappeared

in this radio room.

Yes, sir. He had me call his wife,
seven times.

Seven times?

Yes, ma'am.
I kept getting her answering machine.

He never reached her?

No, sir.

What about after you went off duty?

No, I was the only one on duty
until he launched, sir.

- Major? Commander?
- What's up, Bud?

I think you'd better have a look
at something.

I accessed Commander Douglas'
online software

just to see
if there was any recent e-mail.

He also bookmarked
his favourite websites,

so I checked those out as well.

Most of them are news and science
except for this one.

The Freedom Brethren?

It looks like a hardcore militia group.

Yeah, I downloaded this
from Navy Intel.

They're led by a radical
named Jack Lambert,

a former Army reservist.

They call themselves patriots,

but they could
be homegrown terrorists.

Well, having visited a website
on the Internet

is no proof that Commander Douglas
was a card-carrying member

of some radical militia group.

It's definitely worth a second look.

Bud, did you get a hold
of Mrs. Douglas yet?

She's been incommunicado
since the Navy informed her

of her husband's disappearance.

Well, it's about time
she became communicado.

- You and I are taking a trip.
- Yes, sir.

I'll stay aboard until they clear
the final search area

and contact NCIS, see
if they have anything on a militia group

within the crew.

Good plan.

Have a safe flight back, Bud.

Forgot we had to fly.

Would you rather
we sailed back, Bud?

No, sir. Ships go down
just as easily here.

The tanker ship,
Marine Sulphur Queen,

she disappeared
with a crew of 45 men in 1963.

Even the nuclear submarine,
the Scorpion,

- went down with a crew of 97 in '68.
- This is gonna be a long trip.

The ships just don't have a chance.

Okay, I bite.

Excuse me, sir?

The Abductees' Survival Manual?

It's a compilation of personal accounts
of actual survivors.

Survivors of what?

- Alien abductions?
- Alien abductions.

Don't you believe in the possibility
of life on other planets, sir?

A life, maybe.

Flying saucers
stealing cows and hillbillies?

I don't think so, Bud.

I believe in things you can see,
smell, taste, touch.

Sir, there were a rash
of UFO sightings

all along the Florida coast the night

that Commander Douglas
disappeared.

So now you think
they were abducted by aliens?

Well, there is a theory
that the Bermuda Triangle

contains what's called a blue hole.

It's like a space warp
and the aliens use it like a portal.

And sometimes,
they'll take humans back with them.

Take them back for what?

Experimentation. Hybrid breeding.

Things I don't even
wanna think about, sir.

How many of these brain-nuts
are you eating a day, Bud?

Power-nuts, sir.

Power-nuts.

The door's open, sir.

Hello?

Well, it looks like somebody
was here this morning.

If they were,
they're drinking sour milk.

That's sour, all right.

It looks like they've been gone
for a few days.

They left in a hurry.

Lee, are you there?

If you're there,
please answer the phone.

Sir.

As soon as you get this message, call
me on the ship. I need to talk to you.

Lee, it's me again.
Please call the ship.

I'll go check in the back.

No one's here, sir.

Better call NCIS, Bud.

Tell them to get a forensics team
out here ASAP.

As of now, I want this place treated
like a crime scene.

Aye, aye, sir.

Excuse me, major,
but you have a shore-to-ship call

from Commander Rabb.

I'm having it transferred down here.

Thanks.

- Hello?
- Mac, we got a situation.

It looks like Douglas' wife
and child left in a hurry,

possibly against their wishes.

- An abduction?
- Appears that way.

The place has been roughed up,
and no one's seen them in days.

And the little girl
hasn't been in school all week.

First Commander Douglas
disappears and then his family.

Yeah, only he left with a fully armed
40-million-dollar aircraft.

And it has something to do
with the Freedom Brethren?

Well, it's a strong possibility.

The only way a militia group
could get their hands on a F-14

would be to steal one.

- Or force someone to steal it for them.
- What better way than kidnap family?

But why wouldn't he say something
about it?

Well, my guess would be
they threatened to kill his family

if he didn't cooperate.

I'll alert the admiral to the possibility
the F-14 didn't crash.

- You do the same with the skipper.
- Right.

Sir, if Yankee did steal the airplane,
where is it?

I mean, the F-14's a really big bird.

I mean, he'd need 6000 feet of runway
just to land and take off again.

Bud, can you get me a list
of the UFO sightings

along the Florida coast?

Do you mean it, sir?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

This is where I type in
my secret password.

I'm in.

Is there any specific sighting
that you had in mind, commander?

Did anybody get any photos?

Yes, sir.
I'll pull the best one up right now.

There it is.

Bud, we need to find the person
who took this photo.

His name is Oppenheimer, sir.

You know him?

Not personally. Just from the Net.

Do you really think
that this has something to do

with Commander Douglas'
disappearance?

Bud, I think it has everything to do with
Commander Douglas' disappearance.

- Look at the photo.
- Two blue UFOs, yes, sir.

Bud, the two blue spheres
are afterburners.

Bud, they said they'd be here at 11.

- They'll be here, sir.
- It's ten to 12.

Ten to 12? Oh, man.

Don't take it so personally.

It's not that, sir.

I promised Harriet
that I'd call her tonight

and in all the confusion,
I totally forgot.

Well, I'm sure she'll forgive you.

I hope so.

You two are getting pretty serious.

I guess so.

I think she took her new job
with the inspector general

so we could spend more time
together.

You're not sure?

Well, I mean,
that's what she told me.

But I never really know
what a woman's thinking.

Probably just as well.

Even when they tell you something,

they reserve the right
to change their mind at any time.

It's that woman's prerogative thing.
I mean, what's up with that?

I hate that. God, I hate that.

Yeah, it's like,
I asked Major MacKenzie

if she was gonna be leaving JAG,
you know,

because I've seen the way
she looks at Dalton Lowne.

And she said no.

But she could change her mind
at the drop of a hat.

She's not going anywhere, Bud.

You know, I'm sure Lieutenant Pike
and Lieutenant Austin told you

the exact same thing
before they transferred.

I mean, let's face it, commander,
you've had lousy luck with women.

Partners.

The female JAG officers
you've been with, in the workplace, sir.

The giant is sleeping.

He dreams of bigger shoes.

Okay, okay.

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb,
this is Oppenheimer and Einstein.

I'm Einstein, he's Oppenheimer.

Those aren't our real names.

Really?

It's for your own protection.

Protection from what?

Bud?

Bud, are they taking us there or not?

Yes, sir,
but they wanna blindfold you.

You've got to be kidding me.

Sir, they wanted to put you
in the trunk.

Forget about it.
No way, no blindfolds.

Forget about it.

No.

Turn right here and stop.

I peeked twice.

Why didn't they make you
wear a blindfold?

I was driving, sir.

This is where we took
the photograph.

The UFOs came from the east,
and disappeared over those trees.

Those weren't UFOs, guys.

The blue spheres you saw
were afterburners

from an F-14 Tomcat.

Right. And I got you,
Roswell was a weather balloon.

I'm telling you the truth.

No, there were at least
12 other sightings that night

from here to Percane Valley.

How far is that?

Guys, you already let the cat out
of the bag.

What the hell difference does it make
if we know where we are?

You'd understand our hesitation, sir,

if you realised how extensive
this cover-up really is.

What cover-up?

Heck, no, no, no,
we've said too much already.

Look, boys,
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

You help us and I will give you
a personalized tour of the Pentagon.

I'll even take you to Sublevel 2,
beyond the purple water cooler.

- Sir?
- Bud, this is big.

What do you say?

Okay, here's where we are.

Percane Valley is about 38 miles south
of the South Carolina-Georgia border.

Here.

Any airstrips in this area?

Ship-to-shore operator.

This is Commander Rabb.

I wanna make a person-to-person call
to Major MacKenzie

aboard the USS Coral Sea.

Thank you.

This is Major MacKenzie.

Mac, it's Harm.

I need you to locate an airstrip for me,
large enough to land a Tomcat

that's within a 50-mile radius
of the Percane Valley in Georgia.

Start with the DEA.

They may know some airstrips
in this area used by drug dealers.

If no joy there, call Webb.

Have his friends at the CIA
pull up some photos of the area.

And if he doesn't wanna help us?

Remind him that recovering
a 40-million-dollar Tomcat

will look great on his r�sum�.

Bud and I are headed there now.

I drugged Bubba's coffee.

He was out when I landed.

They made it look like he punched out
and then...

Then they set him loose.

He'll be fine.

Murray, how could you do this?

I had no choice, Lee.
They had you and Kimmy.

And now what?
Now what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna fly a hop for them.

But then we all get to go home.

Promise, Daddy?

Yeah.

What kind of hop?
What are they making you do?

It doesn't matter, Lee.
My Navy career is over.

It was over the moment
I stole that Tomcat.

All I wanna do now is get you
and Kimmy out of here, get you home.

Show time, commander.

Save the hugs and kisses
for your return.

Bingo.

- When will he make intercept?
- Thirteen minutes.

What do we do
about the wife and kid?

Bury them in the woods.

Alive?

I'm not heartless, Dobbs.
Kill them first.

Use it or lose it.

- I got him.
- All right.

- Get to him.
- Don't shoot.

- No, man, don't shoot.
- You, you, stay down.

Bud, stay with them
until the area is secure.

Aye, aye, sir.

Face down! On the ground!
On the ground!

Sir, corpsmen are checking
Mrs. Douglas and her little girl.

They're all right, but they're
worried about the commander.

So am I.

This is a fly route from Jericho
to Washington.

Arafat's due in this morning
for a peace summit with Israel.

You don't think Commander Douglas
is gonna shoot Arafat down, do you?

It's exactly what I think
he's being forced to do, Bud.

We gotta stop him.

USS Coral Sea is launching right now
to do that.

They're gonna shoot him down?

If necessary.

Yankee, this is the Coral Sea.

Your family is safe.
Repeat, your family is safe.

You can come home to the nest.
Over.

Why isn't he answering, sir?

Sir, you may wanna take a look
at these.

- Sir...
- You pulled his radio?

Sir, no, don't.

It doesn't matter anyway.

He'll never pull the trigger.

And why's that?

Because he's a Naval aviator.

Something you wannabes
would never understand.

He stole an F-14 to save his family.

He'll pull the trigger.

I got him.

Are you sure it's him?

It's gotta be. Sixty miles out,
bearing 010, two targets.

Commercial airliner squawking
at angels 30

and an unidentified bogie
climbing on his six.

Give him a call.

They told us he doesn't have a radio.

Give him a call anyway.

Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.

Do you copy? Over.

Yankee. Yankee, please respond.

Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.

Do you copy? Over.

Yankee. Yankee, please respond.

They know he doesn't have a radio.

They're hoping for a miracle.

Arm the Phoenix?

Negative. It may lock
on the passenger jet.

We'll close and use Fox 1.

We've got a lock, Monk.

Don't do it, Yankee.

Monk.

I can't do it.

He's breaking off. He's breaking off.

I repeat, Yankee 1
has broken contact

with civilian aircraft.

I'll bring him home.

I think you just got your miracle, sir.

Yeah.

Kim.

Lee.

Safe. Kim and Lee are safe?

Oh, God.

Did he read it?

He read it.

Coral Sea, this is Yankee 2.
Yankee 1 has joined to my wing.

We're coming home.

Let Mrs. Douglas
know the good news, Bud.

With pleasure, sir.

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah.

Never underestimate the integrity
of a Naval aviator.