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I was 11 when my dad
took me on my first Tiger Cruise.

He was a cook
on the Arleigh Burke.

Oh, man. I remember
I spent the entire cruise in Sickbay,

puking my guts out.

Bad cooking?

No, sir. Just rough seas.

Iceberg off the port bow.

In the Gulf of Mexico?

Annie and I took Josh to see
the Titanic last night before we sailed.

What makes you think
it's an iceberg, Mr. Pendry?

Well, I guess
it could be a sailboat, sir.

We don't guess in the Navy.
If you don't know what you've sighted,

it's an unidentified ship,
aircraft or object.

Understood, sir.

- He sounds like a sailor already.
- It's in his blood, Bud.

His old man
was a hell of a Naval aviator.

You know, it's really a shame
Annie won't let Josh

have anything to do with the Navy.

I was amazed you got her permission
to let him go on this Tiger Cruise.

Well,

I didn't exactly.

I told Annie we were going sailing
for the weekend.

Lifeboat off the port bow.

What makes you think
it's a lifeboat, Mr. Pendry?

Well, it's flashing SOS, sir.

Josh, Tiger Cruise
is not the place to play games.

- False alarms are not funny.
- I'm not playing games, Harm. Look.

There is a lifeboat.

And it's going under.

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.

Those refugees owe you their lives,
Mr. Pendry.

Well, I didn't do anything, sir.

You were alert
and reported in a timely fashion.

- You can be proud of Josh.
- I am, skipper.

I'll bet you can't wait
to tell your mom, eh, Josh?

The refugees are quarantined
in Hangar 1, sir.

They appear to be in good shape
with one exception.

A potential addition to our Tigers.

Don't tell me that pregnant woman
is about to deliver.

She's in labour, skipper.

Can we helo her to Gitmo?

Having delivered myself, sir,

I wouldn't wanna have a baby
in a helo.

- Permission to move her to Sickbay.
- Granted.

Thank you, sir.

Commander Rabb, if that baby
is born on an American warship,

what does that do to our policy
of returning all refugees to Cuba?

Well, sir, offhand,
I'd say it complicates it.

The baby
would be an American citizen

so we would have to provide
temporary refuge to the mother

until State could make a decision.

And I thought this would be
an uneventful weekend cruise.

Sir, with your permission,
I'd like to inform JAG of the situation.

Maybe they can get the ball rolling
at State.

Permission granted.

Call Engineering
and stand by to answer all bells.

Keep your eye on him, okay?
He has a bad habit of slipping away.

Aye, aye, sir.

Plot a course for Gitmo,
Mr. Williams.

Aye, sir.

Do you understand Spanish,
ma'am?

Yes, I think
that she's asking for her husband.

We'd better get him. She's so agitated,
it could complicate the delivery.

Okay, okay. I'll be right back.

- Is Rosalita all right?
- Are you her husband?

I'm her brother.
She has no husband.

She was raped
by Castro soldiers in prison.

- Come with me. You too, corporal.
- Aye, ma'am.

All Tigers, report to the port room
for escort to the lifeboat drill.

- All Tigers...
- Okay, Josh, let's go.

I'm learning a lot more up here,
Mr. Roberts.

And I know
how to get into a lifeboat.

Oh, yeah?
Well, orders are orders, Mr. Pendry.

Aye, sir.

Gracias. Thank you.

- Don't let him leave unescorted.
- Aye, aye, ma'am.

Watch yourself
on the ladderwell, Tigers.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Got you.

Yes, sir.

- Isn't this cool?
- Flying an F-14 is cool.

- You fly in an F-14?
- Yeah, on the ground.

Is he your father?

Him? No way.
My dad was a Naval aviator.

My mom's the executive officer
of the Stockdale.

- You look just like her.
- Thank you, sir.

Is he your babysitter?

No. No, see, I don't even know him.
Do I, lieutenant?

That's right. I'm just
heading off to Communications.

- No, no, no.
- I have to examine her.

- Sir, I have to examine her.
- Sir, I need to try to calm her.

She was raped by soldiers

and she's afraid of anyone
with a uniform on.

Please, sir.

Look, I'm gonna go check
on your friends, okay?

- I'll be back in five minutes.
- Thank you, doctor.

I'm a corpsman, not a doctor.

Pregnant women,
they're worse than Marines.

Easy, doc. I'm armed.

- Encrypt and send this ASAP.
- Yes, sir.

Bud?

- What are you doing here?
- Following orders, sir.

You wanted me
to keep an eye on Josh

and I was doing that
until he met this little girl.

It's always a woman, huh?

You see, I was like
the only parent in the group

and I felt I was embarrassing Josh
so I ducked down.

Well, as long as he's with the Tigers,
I'm sure he's fine.

Well, that's just it, sir.

I think that he went port
when they all went starboard.

That kid could elude
a Marine recon team.

Help! Please help her! Please!

Okay, Tigers, listen up. We'll be...

- Do you see him?
- No.

- First step, put the vest on.
- But there's the little girl he was with.

Next step...

- Hi.
- Hi, lieutenant.

He's flying.

Josh?

Cute name.
That's who you're looking for, isn't it?

It is.

I told him there was a Seahawk
in the other hangar and he went UA.

Mr. Pendry,
your flying days are over.

You are grounded, mister.

How did you know where I was?

A good officer knows the deployment
of his men at all times.

Especially those
likely to disobey orders.

Stay where you are until I get there.

Roger, Wilco.

Roger, Wilco?

- This isn't funny, Bud.
- No, sir.

Wait here
in case he decides to eject.

- Aye, sir.
- Is that his dad?

Josh's dad died in a plane crash.

The commander's
a friend of his mother.

I'm glad he's not a friend
of my mother.

- Take up on this.
- I'll take it with me, sir.

Where's Corporal Cordova?

You can die, or you can try
and save that Marine's life.

In an evacuation, do not panic.

Keep yourself in order.
Evacuate safely.

- Everyone inside. Captain's orders.
- Okay, let's go.

We'll store our vests inside,
then we'll move upstairs.

Good job.

He's out of uniform.

- Who?
- The corporal.

He's not wearing his cover
and he's under arms.

You're right.

I see the look in your eyes
of a rabbit about to run.

- I'm no rabbit.
- Good.

Because I wouldn't wanna have to kill
a rabbit in front of all these children.

- Inside.
- Come on, let's go.

Last time you did this,
you almost got yourself killed.

I'm sorry, Harm. Sir.

Sorry doesn't cut it, Josh.
You're a loose cannon.

Loose cannons
have no place in the Navy.

Yes, sir.

It's gonna be tough enough
explaining to your mother

that our weekend sail
was on a frigate.

Imagine how difficult it would be
if something happened to you.

Yes, sir. No excuse, sir.

You're on report, mister.

Aye, sir.

The Marine over there is gonna die
unless we get him to Sickbay.

Erin Terry.

Do you hear me?
The Marine is going to die...

He heard what you said.

Which one of you is Erin?

Step forward, Erin.

Your mother is the executive officer,
isn't she?

Does she love you very much?

Show him.

Do you know what this is?

Semtex.

Enough to blow up this hangar
and everyone in it.

- Including you.
- Of course.

You will accompany Erin and I
to the Bridge, lieutenant.

Erin?

Mr. Roberts,
this Bridge is off limits to refugees.

Sir, he's not a refugee.
He's a terrorist.

- Harm?
- Easy, buddy.

That was your small-arms locker,
captain.

That was your comm centre.

Whatever it is,
the captain will pass the word.

There are 206 crewmen
aboard this ship.

Not one of which is armed.

And if you should try to physically
overwhelm us with sheer man,

or woman power,

the lieutenant will explain
why that wouldn't be wise.

Lieutenant?

That refugee wasn't pregnant.
She had a fake belly full of Semtex.

She's down on the helo deck
with all the children.

No, you wouldn't dare.

I was afraid
that would be your attitude.

So to demonstrate my resolve...

No.

Captain?

This is the captain speaking.

The refugees we rescued

have destroyed our comm centre
and small-arms locker.

They've taken our children hostage

and are threatening to kill them
if we offer any resistance.

Therefore, I hereby order you
not to actively resist

until we can resolve this situation.

God bless. That is all.

Not quite.

- Mom, what's going on?
- Are you okay?

- We're gonna be fine.
- Mom, please.

Mommy loves you.
It's gonna be just fine.

This is Miguel Cortez speaking.

For the next few hours,
I will be in command of the Stockdale.

My first order
is to set condition four.

All crew members not on watch
will report to the aft-mast deck.

That is all.

My chair, captain.

Erin. Over here, please.

It's okay.

Go ahead.

Which way should we go?

Should we go that way or this way?

I think we should go this way.

Steer 090.

Turning 090.

Aye.

They've posted a guard
in the passageway.

- We can't go out the hatch.
- We can fly out.

You can fly a helicopter,
can't you, Harm?

Well, in a pinch.

We'd have to open the hangar door,

tow this out, unfold the rotor
and start the engines.

Think we could do all that
without them knowing it?

- No.
- Besides,

we can't leave your fellow Tigers
behind, can we, bud?

No, sir.

So, what are we gonna do, Harm?

Well, the first thing we have to do

is notify someone outside this ship
what's going on.

But if they've blown up
the comm centre, we can't do that.

Under Siege.

- What?
- Steven Seagal in Under Siege.

He got the Pentagon
on a satellite radio from a life boat.

Well, unfortunately,
this isn't a movie, Josh.

These lifeboats have satellite radios
with an emergency beacon

and a short-range voice transmitter.

We could activate one.
The Coast Guard would come,

but before we could inform them
of our situation,

who knows what these terrorists
are likely to do.

It's so cool in the movie.

Well, I'm sure it was.

There are radios in this helo.

I don't think their signal would
penetrate these steel bulkheads.

Unless...

What is it?

It's a high frequency antennae.

An HF radio
is the only one on this helo

capable of transmitting
over the horizon from sea level.

You see,
they trail this behind them in the air.

It should be long enough to reach
through the overhead outside.

Unfortunately, there's nothing up there
big enough for me to crawl through.

I'll bet I could climb through
one of those air vents.

I'll bet you won't get a chance to try.

Well, see, I could climb up that pipe

and then monkey swing across
to the vent.

Yeah, and you could fall 30 feet
and ruin your day.

Well, it's not gonna happen.

- My cell phone.
- It would work out here?

Yeah. There are drilling platforms
all over the Gulf.

They all have cell phone repeaters.

If we're close enough to one,
I could make a call.

It's a long shot, but it's all we have.

Well, what are you waiting for, Harm?
Make the call.

Cell phone's in my stateroom.

- Where's the deck?
- There isn't one.

This is the dockside loading hatch.

There's a rim.

If I hug the bulkhead,
I could make it.

- You wait here.
- I can...

That's an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's not good for you.

Your daughter is concerned
for my health.

What do you say to that,
Lieutenant Commander Terry?

Inhale.

Miguel? It's Juan.

- Go.
- I've got the missile-code books.

I'll need the missile-launch key.

It will be delivered shortly.

You're not gonna fire a missile
from my ship.

This is no longer your ship, captain.

Let's see, I believe the XO
carries a launch key at all times.

- I won't let you do this.
- I will shoot.

I can't.

He's dead.

The key.

That is why women
do not belong on combat ships.

They are too sensible.

Come, my dear.
We have a key to deliver.

Maintain your current course
and heading.

I will check when I return.

Don't look down, Josh.
Don't look down.

Who are you gonna blow up?

Fidel Castro.

Do you have a problem with that,
little girl?

But you're Cubans.

Not just Cubans. Cuban liberators.

Have you set the coordinates?

Just about to do that.

How accurate is a harpoon?

Do you wanna hit Fidel's nose,
or his feet?

Both.

- Fire two missiles.
- Why not?

Fidel is scheduled to arrive
at the National Stadium

in 90 minutes.

As soon as I hear him speaking,

I'll give you the signal to launch.

Fifteen minutes later,

Josh.

Josh.

Hang on, Josh.

Hang on.

Don't look down.

I won't.

Okay, buddy.

Arm around. Come on.
Come on. Okay.

- Okay?
- Are you mad at me?

- No. Only if you keep choking me.
- Sorry.

Okay.

Now, hang on
because I'm gonna swing back.

Wait, Harm.
The vent's right above us.

I can do it.

All right, go. Go.

Get up there.

Secure the antennae
and come right back down.

All right.

Be careful.

Wow, this is cool.

Hurry up.

I got here as quickly as I could,
admiral.

Eleven minutes
for a woman in a shower.

- It must be some sort of record.
- Not for a Marine, sir.

Twenty-five minutes ago,

Patrol Wing Five picked up
an HF signal from Commander Rabb.

Well, he's on a Tiger cruise
with Josh Pendry. Why would...?

The USS Stockdale
has been seized by a terrorist.

Rabb thinks they're Cuban,
but he's not certain.

- Castro captured a frigate?
- I doubt if they're Castro's boys.

They're probably Cubans out of Miami
who wanna get rid of him.

She carries four harpoon missiles.

The captain would never let them
be fired. He'd die first.

They are holding the Tigers hostage
and are threatening to kill them.

Josh.

What about Josh?

Mrs. Pendry,
please, please, come in.

You respond to a call
almost as fast as a Marine.

- What about Josh, admiral?
- May I be direct?

This is what we know.

The USS Stockdale
has been taken over by terrorists.

I'm sorry, what?

As of 25 minutes ago,
Josh and Harm had not been captured.

What would terrorists
want with a sailboat?

Annie, the USS Stockdale
is a guided-missile frigate.

I don't understand.
Did they get picked up?

They were aboard.

Harm took Josh on a sailing weekend
in Biscayne Bay.

At least that's what he told me.

Roger.
Mr. Pendry will monitor the radio.

Rabb out.

Josh, I have to get more information.
Do you think you can handle this?

Yes, sir.

Don't talk to them
unless they call you.

Don't talk to them
unless they call you.

Yes, sir. Understood, sir.

Good man.

This could get tiring.

You have nothing to fear, ni�os.

If I flip this switch,

all you will see is a bright light.

No pain.

Just a bright light.

And then you'll sleep.

- Who are you?
- I'm an Engineering officer.

I was going aft
to check on the turbines.

One of them is running hot.

First of all, commander,

the turbines are three decks down
and that way.

And second, you're a Naval aviator

who according to his collar insignia,
is now serving as a JAG lawyer.

- You know the Navy.
- We all do, intimately.

From missile control to cockpit.

So that's how
you're planning to escape.

In the Seahawk.

- What's a lawyer doing on a cruise?
- Shark fishing.

Bueno, finally, somebody
with a sense of humour on this ship.

I doubt the officers and crew

find your commandeering
their ship very funny.

- Are you all right, sweetheart?
- Fine, sir.

Sort of.

One of my little hostages
belongs to you.

- I have no children.
- Is that true, Erin?

- I hope so.
- Why?

Because then
he won't be afraid of you.

Cute, but not too cute.
It's a long swim.

Let's go, commander.

Blue Crown, this is Sky Tail 73.

I'm 18 nautical miles north of...

The P-3 is taking this from 18 miles
north of the Stockdale.

She's got the bone in her teeth.
She must be making 20 knots.

As you can see, her forward missile
launcher is in the raised position.

Where is she now?

Eighty nautical miles off Havana
and closing.

Harpoon missiles
are almost in range.

We're operating
under the assumption

that the terrorists are anti-Castro
extremists bent on killing him.

Well, they have to have precise
coordinates on his location.

Well, in 50 minutes, Castro will be
addressing the National Assembly

in the soccer stadium in Havana.

Not much time for a counter-op.

A SEAL team will execute
a HALO insertion at 0100 Zulu.

Under a full moon
with a frigate at 20 knots?

That's a suicide mission,
Mr. Secretary.

No less than you've undertaken
in the past, A.J.

What else is in the works?

A Tomcat section
will be in position shortly

to intercept any harpoons
fired at Havana.

Now, I've been assured
the missiles will be destroyed

before they even reach
Cuban territorial waters.

With all due respect, you are signing
those children's death warrants.

We don't see it that way.

There's an aircraft bearing 280.
Range 18 miles.

Angels 20. He seems to be
flying a holding pattern.

- Any other suspicious contacts?
- No.

Just the usual
commercial air and shipping.

Probably a Coast Guard issue 130
looking for drug runners.

Keep your eye on them.
How long before we're within range?

About 12 minutes.

I contacted that P-3 from the helo.

From inside the hangar?

Josh ran an HF antennae
up through venting overhead.

That's, like, 30 feet in the air.

Wait till Annie hears about that.

She's not gonna hear about it
unless you tell her.

So the Navy knows
about our situation?

The aircraft they're talking about
is the P-3.

If you waved right now,

their long-range cameras
would probably see it.

Getting several clusters of hot spots
on the aft helicopter deck.

No way to distinguish between
the ship's crew and the terrorists.

Would you like something with it?
I think we have...

Has Harm ever lied to you?

He's misled me.

That's the bad news.

The good news is I can't think
of anyone other than Harm

that I'd rather have with Josh
at the moment.

Without Harm, Josh wouldn't be
where he is at the moment.

I know why he did it.

He thinks that Josh's future
in the Navy is predetermined

and there's nothing I
or anyone else can do about it.

So in his mind,
he's helping him to realise his dreams

over the unwarranted fears
of his mother.

That makes him the good guy
in Josh's eyes.

Annie, the last thing on Harm's mind
is to alienate you from your son.

Harm hasn't taken responsibility
for what's on his mind.

Because no matter which way
you look at it,

Josh is with him, not me.

And unless God's smiling on us,
it could end that way.

I know because of my past behaviour

that I'm considered
to be somewhat of an hysteric.

That's not true.

Hey, I can see
the way you guys look at me.

I'm not very military in my bearing.

I'm someone
who needs to be calmed.

- Or I might cry and get sloppy.
- Annie...

Isn't that why
you brought me the tea?

Probably.

If this were your son,
how would you react?

I would hold it in.

But then that's why I'm an alcoholic.

Commander, where have you been
hiding since I seized the ship?

- In my quarters.
- Don't lie.

Or it could have dire consequences.

Threaten my daughter,
I'll rip your heart...

- Mommy, don't, please.
- In the helo bay.

Trying to radio for help
from the Seahawk.

But the radio doesn't transmit
through a steel bulkhead.

Somehow I feel that wouldn't stop
a man like you.

Do you have a cell phone?

I tried that.

Unfortunately, cell phones
don't work this far out in the Gulf.

Had I have known, I would have
called the Terrorist Hotline.

The terrorists have him.

You're in Key West
calling your boyfriend who's fishing.

It's a wrong number.

- Tony, are you there?
- Who is this?

It's Sherrie. Put Tony on.

Where are you calling from,
Sherrie?

Key West. Where do you think?

You guys coming in
or you gonna fish all night?

- Have the P-3 cut their relay now.
- You have the wrong number.

Yeah, right. What, Tony's too drunk
to come to the phone, huh?

Well, you tell him when he docks,
I am not...

- Contact's broken, sir.
- Tony and Sherrie?

Don't ask, admiral.

I don't know anyone named Sherrie.

It had to be
an atmospheric anomaly.

Cell phones, their range
is only good for 25, 30 miles, max.

Juan?
Can a cell phone work out here?

No, we're too far from shore,
Miguel.

- What's that plane doing?
- Moving north.

Miguel, I'm ready to launch.

Patience.

It won't be long. Rosalita?

Rosalita?

Rosalita.

Is everything all right?

I'm singing a lullaby to the children.

I hope, for the children's sake,
that you're telling the truth.

Hey, if I'd gotten through
on my cell phone,

someone would be here already
to stop whatever it is you're planning.

He's gonna blow up Castro
with a harpoon.

A harpoon is not a very efficient
weapon of assassination.

- Liberators can't be choosy.
- Oh, is that what you are?

- A Cuban liberator?
- No.

I am the Cuban Liberator.

The only one
willing to go to the edge

to free my people from 39 years
of oppression.

Castro's speaking
to the National Assembly.

You're gonna take out
the whole stadium.

You speak Spanish.
I'm impressed.

You're gonna kill hundreds
to take out one man?

Anyone in that stadium
is a politician.

What makes you so willing
to kill indiscriminately?

You couldn't have been more
than a baby when Castro took power.

Actually, I was 4 years old.

My father was Batista's banker.

In prison, Castro's guards
questioned him

about offshore accounts.

He told them everything he knew.

But that didn't satisfy them.

So for his punishment,

they made him choose
between his son,

or his hands.

What they didn't count on
were the hands of his son.

This isn't about a liberation.

- This is about revenge.
- It's about justice.

Juan.

Stand by.

Miguel, the launch key doesn't work.

No, no, here.

Sorry, commander, I can't.
Not for Castro.

Not for anyone.

I gave you an old launch key
my daughter had as a souvenir.

This one is current.

- It better be.
- Miguel, what's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Miguel?

Nothing is wrong, Rosalita.

Miguel, talk to me.

Everything is going
according to plan. Relax.

We'll be leaving soon.

You have no control over her.

And her finger is on the trigger.

Just hope this key works.

Josh, are you there?

Harm, where have you been?
Everybody's been trying to reach you.

SEALs are coming
and Tomcats are waiting

to shoot down any missiles they fire.

Listen up, Josh.

You have to do what I say
and then you've got to get out of there.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stand there. Try this one.

Fire two missiles.

Now, Juan.

Titan, Romeo, we have a launch.
Two bogies bearing 015.

Roger. I have radio contact.

- Tally ho.
- I'll take port, you take starboard.

Roger that.

I've got a lock. Firing Fox One.

No, don't. Switching to guns.

Romeo, Titan. Splash two bogies.

They're gone.

I don't believe it.

He shot them down.

Load two more.

They'll shoot those down too.

You got through on the cell phone.

No, I used the radio in the helo.

I ran the antennae
through the overhead

so you should cut that
before you take off.

- Kill him, Miguel.
- Now, think about that.

They'll shoot anything you launch
and a SEAL team will be here shortly.

Yes.

I'm the only chance you have
to get out of here alive.

I can't believe your government
will let the children die to save Castro.

You hate Castro
for what he did to your father

and yet you're doing the same thing
to the parents on this ship.

Disarm Rosalita and you can go.

She'd never allow it.

Tell her Castro's dead.

And we take off
and you shoot us down with the SAM?

No one will fire on you.
You have my word on that.

I don't trust your word
any more than you trust mine.

Then somebody has to die.

We got him? We really got him?

Radio Havana is reporting

tremendous explosions
in the stadium.

He could not have survived, Rosalita.
We have done it.

I hear the helicopter.
Is the helicopter ready?

Yes, they are just waiting for us.
I am coming for you.

You know better.

Rosalita.

No.

Unless I hold the children,
they will shoot you down.

This was always to be
my last mission.

Rosalita, let the children go.

No.

I'll take them with me.

Rosalita.

Miguel, it's no use. I'm not...

It's the only thing
you could've done, commander.

She would have killed them all.

He just went off the radar screen.

- Tomcats?
- Josh.

Harm told me to put water
in the fuel tanks.

Cool.

Well, Josh, it looks like
you got your first bogey.

Even if it was technically
one of ours.

Let's notify the Coast Guard,
we've got some terrorists to pick up.

He looks fine.

Just like last time.

So do you.

How do you do it?

Court danger and stay healthy?

And why didn't you teach it to Luke?

I'm sorry, Annie.

For Luke?

For deceiving you
about the weekend.

Well, I can forgive you for that.

But not for teaching my son
to do the same.

You turned him against me.
And that is unacceptable.

Annie, we were gonna tell you
when we got back.

So deception's okay
as long as you admit it?

It's not okay.

But at the time,

I thought maybe it was kind of like
staying out past curfew.

But also, I didn't want Josh
to be afraid of the life.

Just his mother?

You have a lot of fear, Annie,

and sometimes
you transmit it to Josh.

That may be true,
but that has nothing to do with you.

That is my problem, my challenge.

Along with how to deal
with never seeing you again.

Goodbye, Harm.

Annie.

Please don't call.

She accepted.

- What?
- Harriet.

She's in Florida with her parents.
I called her, I proposed.

And she accepted.

- Oh, that... Hey, congratulations, Bud.
- Thank you, sir.

You know, I guess just being
so close to death made me do it.

Sir?

Will you be my best man?

Well, I'd be honoured, Bud.
Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

I gotta go tell the major.

Okay.