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Today, we're looking at
some of the hottest weather...

Hey.

What is it?

What?

We've been ordered
to stand down.

They're scrapping the program.

They say we fell short.

The contract threshold
is Mach 10.

Mach 10 is supposed to be
in two months.

Today's test point is Mach 9.

Well, that's not good enough.

Says who?

Admiral Cain.

The Drone Ranger.

He wants our budget for
his unmanned program.

He's on his way to kill the test
and shut us down personally.

Well, he isn't here yet.

They want Mach 10,

let's give 'em Mach 10.

Now remember, the
contract threshold is Mach 10.

Not 10.1. Not 10.2.
Mach 10.

That should keep
the program alive.

I don't like that look, Mav.

It's the only one I got.

Control, this is Dark star.
How do you read?

Dark star, Control.
Loud and clear. How me?

Loud and clear. Takeoff precheck's
complete. Ready for APU start.

Ready left engine start.

Ready right engine start.

Thumbs for taxi.

We are ready for taxi.

Tower, this is Dark star. We
are taxiing with information Alpha.

Dark star, you are clear to taxi.

Runway 21. Winds 210, 10.

- Fuel temps are looking good.
- Control concurs.

Battery's holding at 95%.
Cabin pressure looks good.

Control concurs. Tower, this is
Dark star. We're ready for takeoff.

Requesting an unrestricted
climb to 600 and above.

Dark star, the runway
and skies are yours.

Rear Admiral Chester Cain.

Maverick,
Cain just pulled up to the gate.

It's not too late to stop,
buddy.

You know what happens to you
if you go through with this.

I know what happens
to everyone else if I don't.

Dark star is ready for takeoff.

Everyone,

go for takeoff,
starting with engine.

Engine, go.
Thermals, go.

Fuel, go.
Electric, go.

Control surfaces, go.

Dark star, Control.
You're cleared for takeoff.

All right, sweetheart,

one last ride.

Dark star, you are cleared
above 600. Increase to Mach 3.5.

Cleared above 600.
Increase to Mach 3.5.

Admiral.

Uh, just in time, sir.
I'm early. So are you.

You care to explain?

Transitioning to scramjet.

Uh, Mav,
Admiral Cain is asking...

Ordering. Ordering
that we bring her down.

...op... oop... alpha...

...three, oh...

...as sing... ach...
ive...4, and...

...within six...

This is where we've had
trouble with comms, sir.

It's the Earth's curvature.
It's called "Earth Bulge."

Did anyone offer you a coffee?

Okay.

He's at Mach 7, pushing 8.

Flight data?
Receiving. Data is good.

Temperature's climbing. Response
is still stable. We're feeling good.

Mach 8.8.

8.9.

Mach 9.

He's the fastest man alive.

Talk to me, Goose.

Mach 9.1.

9.2.

Mach 9.3.

9.4.

Approaching high hypersonic.

Windshield hot caution.

Surface temp rising.

Come on, sweetheart,
just a little more.

Just a little.

Come on!

Come on!

Mach 10!

Put that
in your Pentagon budget!

Sir.

Oh, don't do it.
Don't do it.

Just...

a little push.

Holy shit.

You got some balls,
stick jockey.

I'll give you that.

Oh, shit.

Maverick.

Maverick!

Thank you.

Where am I?

Earth.

Maverick.

Thirty-plus years of service.

Combat medals.

Citations.

Only man to shoot down three
enemy planes in the last 40 years.

"Distinguished."

"Distinguished."
"Distinguished."

Yet you can't get a promotion,
you won't retire,

and despite your best efforts,
you refuse to die.

You should be at least a two-star
admiral by now, if not a senator.

Yet here you are:

Captain.

Why is that?

It's one of
life's mysteries, sir.

This isn't a joke.
I asked you a question.

I'm where I belong, sir.

Well, the navy
doesn't see it that way.

Not anymore.

These planes
you've been testing,

Captain,

one day, sooner than later,
they won't need pilots at all.

Pilots that need to sleep,
eat, take a piss.

Pilots that disobey orders.

All you did was buy some
time for those men out there.

The future is coming,

and you're not in it.

Escort this man off the base.

Take him to his quarters.

Wait with him
while he packs his gear.

I want him on the road to
North Island within the hour.

North Island, sir?

Call came in
with impeccable timing,

right as I was driving here to
ground your ass once and for all.

It galls me to say it, but...

for reasons known only to the
Almighty and your guardian angel...

you've been called back
to TOPGUN.

Sir? You are dismissed, Captain.

The end is inevitable, Maverick.

Your kind is headed
for extinction.

Maybe so, sir.

But not today.

Captain Pete
"Maverick" Mitchell.

Your reputation precedes you.

Thank you, sir.

Wasn't a compliment.

I'm Admiral Beau Simpson.
I'm the Air Boss.

I believe you know
Admiral Bates. Warlock, sir.

Must admit, I wasn't
expecting an invitation back.

They're called orders, Maverick.

You two have
something in common.

Cyclone here was first
in his class back in '88.

Actually, sir,
I finished second.

Just want to manage
expectations.

The target...

is an unsanctioned
uranium enrichment plant

built in violation
of a multilateral NATO treaty.

The uranium produced there
represents a direct threat

to our allies in the region.

The Pentagon has tasked us

with assembling a strike
team and taking it out

before it becomes
fully operational.

The plant sits in an underground
bunker at the end of this valley.

Said valley is GPS-jammed

and defended by an extensive
surface-to-air missile array

serving a limited number
of fifth-generation fighters,

which in turn are backed up by a
plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft.

Even a few old F-14s.

Seems like we're not the only
ones holding on to old relics.

What's your read, Captain?

Well, sir, normally this would be
a cakewalk for the F-35's stealth,

but the GPS-jamming
negates that.

And a surface-to-air threat necessitates
a low-level laser-guided strike

tailor-made for the F-18.

I figure,

two precision bombs, minimum.

Makes it four aircraft
flying in pairs.

That is one hell of a
steep climb out of there,

exposing you to all
the surface-to-air missiles.

You survive that,

it's a dogfight
all the way home.

All requirements for which
you have real-world experience.

Not in the same mission, sir.

No.

No, someone's
not coming back from this.

Can it be done or not?

How soon before the plant
becomes operational?

Three weeks. Maybe less.

Well, it's been a while since
I've flown an F-18, and...

I'm not sure who I'd trust
to fly the other three.

But I'll find a way
to make it work.

I think you misunderstand,
Captain.

Sir?

We don't want you to fly it.

We want you to teach it.

Teach, sir?

We've recalled 12 TOPGUN
graduates from their squadrons.

We want you to narrow
that pool down to six.

They'll fly the mission.

Is there a problem, Captain?

You know there is, sir.

Yeah.

Bradley Bradshaw,
aka "Rooster."

I understand you used to fly
with his old man.

What was his call sign?

"Goose," sir.

Tragic what happened.

Captain Mitchell was
cleared of any wrongdoing.

Goose's death was an accident.

Is that how you see it, Captain?

Is that how Goose's son sees it?

With all due respect, sir,
I'm not a teacher.

You were a TOPGUN
instructor before.

That was almost 30 years ago.
I lasted two months.

It's not where I belong.

Then let me be perfectly blunt.

You were not my first choice. In
fact, you weren't even on the list.

You are here at the request
of Admiral Kazansky.

Now, Iceman happens to be
a man I deeply admire,

and he seems to think that you
have something left to offer the navy.

What that is, I can't imagine.

You don't have to take this job.

But let me be clear:

This will be your last post,
Captain.

You fly for TOPGUN, or you
don't fly for the navy ever again.

Twenty bucks
you can't get three in a row.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Pete.

Penny?

What are you doing here?

I should ask you the same thing.

Well, that is a long story.
I doubt that.

Yeah.

Who'd you piss off this time?

Another admiral.

Exactly.

Are you mad at me?
Oh, Pete.

I can never stay mad at you.
That's the problem.

Huh.

I got to say, North Island
is the one place

I thought for sure
I'd never run into you.

Mmm.
How long you been here?

Bought this place
about three years ago.

Three years?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Not long after you got shipped off to the
desert for pissing off that other admiral.

That was three years ago?

You must be in a lot of trouble.

No way you'd come
back here willingly.

Well,

you'll sort it out.

No, I think, uh...

I think this is it.
Come on, Pete.

You've been saying that
as long as I've known you.

You said it after they busted you
for taking me on a joyride in that F-18.

Then the next thing I know,
you're off to Bosnia.

Then Iraq. Both times.

You get yourself in trouble,

Iceman makes a call,
and you're back in the air.

Penny, this is different.

Pete, trust me,

as improbable
as it seems right now,

somehow you'll be back in a
fighter plane with your tail on fire.

Penny...
Too late.

What?

You were about to ask me
what time I get off.

Don't give me that look.

I'm not giving you any look.
I swear.

It always ends
the same with us, Pete.

Let's not start this time.

Okay.

Okay.

You look good.

Much appreciated, pal.

What am I missing?

"Disrespect a lady, the navy, or
put your cell phone on my bar..."

"...and you buy a round."

For everyone?

I'm afraid rules are rules.
You're lucky it's early.

Oh, come on!

What do we have here?

If it ain't Phoenix!

And here I thought
we were special, Coyote.

Turns out the invite
went to anyone.

Fellas, this here's Bagman.

Hangman.
Whatever.

You're looking at the only
naval aviator on active duty

with a confirmed
air-to-air kill.

Stop.

Mind you, the other guy
was in a museum piece

from the Korean War.

Cold War. Different
wars, same century.

Not this one.

Who are your friends?

Payback.
Fanboy.

Hey, Coyote.
Hey.

Who's he?
Who's who?

When did you get in?

Oh, I've been here
the whole time.

The man's a stealth pilot.
Literally.

Weapons systems officer,
actually.

With no sense of humor.

What do they call you?

Bob.

No, your call sign.

Uh...

Bob.

Bob Floyd.

You're my new backs eater?
From Lemoore?

Looks like it. Yeah.

Nine-ball, Bob.

Rack 'em.

Okay.

- Penny, my dear.
- Yeah.

I'll have four more
on the old-timer.

That's all right, Mama.
Uh, what's up?

Bradshaw!

Is that you?

This is how I find out
you're stateside?

Yeah, I just thought
I'd surprise you. Hmm.

I guess I surprised you back.

It's good to see you.
Good to see you too.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Much appreciated, Pops.

How about ringing me up
before the evening rush?

Bradshaw.

As I live and breathe.

Hangman.

You look... good.

Well, I am good, Rooster.

I'm very good.

In fact,

I am too good to be true.

So,

anybody know what this special
detachment is all about?

No, mission's a mission.
They don't confront me.

What I want to know:
Who's gonna be team leader?

And which one of y'all

has what it takes to follow me?

Hangman, the only place you'll
lead anyone is an early grave.

Whoo!

Well, anyone who follows you
is just gonna run out of fuel.

But that's just you,
ain't it, Rooster?

You're snug on that perch,

waiting for just
the right moment...

that never comes.

I love this song!

Well, he hasn't changed.

Nope. Sure hasn't.

Check it out.

More patches.

That's Harvard, Yale, Omaha.
Shit, that's Fritz.

What the hell
kind of mission is this?

That's not the question
we should be asking.

Everyone here
is the best there is.

Who the hell are they
gonna get to teach us?

It's been declined.

You're kidding.

Hey, guys. Come on.

How about...

That won't cover it.

Uh, I'll come by tomorrow
and bring you the cash.

I'm afraid
rules are rules, Pete.

Overboard! Overboard!
Overboard!

Really?

Overboard!

Overboard! Overboard!

Overboard! Overboard!

Overboard! Overboard!

Overboard!

Great to see you, Pete!
Overboard!

Overboard! Overboard!

Overboard!

Thanks for the beers!
Come back anytime!

Altitude 8,000... 7,000...

Goose, I can't reach
the ejection handle.

Eject, eject, eject!

Goose! Oh, no!

God, he loved flying
with you, Maverick.

Attention on deck!

Morning.

Welcome to your special
training detachment.

Be seated.

I'm Admiral Bates,
NAWDC commander.

You're all TOPGUN graduates.

The elite.

The best of the best.

That was yesterday.

The enemy's new fifth-generation
fighter has leveled the playing field.

Details are few,
but you can be sure

we no longer possess
the technological advantage.

Success, now more than ever,

comes down to the man or woman
in the box.

Half of you will make the cut.

One of you will
be named mission leader.

The other half
will remain in reserve.

Your instructor
is a TOPGUN graduate

with real-world experience
in every mission aspect

you will be expected to master.

His exploits are legendary.

And he's considered
to be one of the finest pilots

this program has ever produced.

What he has to teach you

may very well mean the
difference between life and death.

I give you
Captain Pete Mitchell.

Call sign: "Maverick."

Good morning.

The F-18 NATOPS.

It contains everything they want
you to know about your aircraft.

I'm assuming you know the book
inside and out.

Damn right.
Damn straight.

You got it.

So does your enemy.

And we're off.

But what the enemy
doesn't know is your limits.

I intend to find them,

test them,

push beyond.

Today we'll start with
what you only think you know.

You show me what you're made of.

Rooster.

Bradley.

Lieutenant Bradshaw!

Yes, sir.

Let's not do it like this.

You gonna wash me out?

That'll be up to you, not me.

Am I dismissed?

Good morning, aviators.
This is your captain speaking.

Welcome to basic
fighter maneuvers.

As briefed, today's exercise
is dog fighting.

Guns only, no missiles.

We do not go below the hard deck
of 5,000 feet.

Working as a team, you have
to shoot me down, or else.

Or else what, sir?
Or else I shoot back.

If I shoot either one of
you down, you both lose.

This guy needs an ego check.
We'll see to that.

What say we put some skin in the
game? What do you have in mind?

Whoever gets shot down first
has to do 200 push-ups.

Guys. That's a lot of push-ups.

They don't call it an
exercise for nothing, sir.

You got yourself a deal,
gentlemen.

Fight's on.
Let's turn and burn.

Fanboy, you see him?
Nothing on radar up ahead.

He must be somewhere behind us.

Yeah!

Damn it!
What the hell?

Shit!

Easy, Maverick.

Let's try not to get fired
on the first day.

Tally, tally, tally! Maverick's
coming in! Break left!

Breaking left.

Payback, where's your wing man?

Rooster, where are you?
I got your back.

I'm coming. Hang in there.
Hang in there.

Hurry up, man! Hurry up!

Payback, break right.
Breaking right.

Rooster just saved your life,
fellas. But it's gonna cost him.

Not this time, old man.

Don't let him
get to you, Maverick.

Rooster, you're too low! Pull
up! You're hitting the hard deck!

- Altitude. Altitude.
- Oh, shit.

That's a kill.

Down! 110.

- That should be us down there.
- 111!

But it's not.
Down!

And now you know a little
something about Rooster.

Whoo!
Wow.

Hold that tarmac down till
we get back, brother, all right?

Get in there, boys.

That's a kill.
Damn!

Smoked.
Damn it.

It was all fun and games in
that selfie, wasn't it? Down!

Say, Phoenix.

How's about we tell everybody

"Bob" stands for something?

- Other than Robert, I mean.
- Don't take the bait, Bob.

Want to know why
we call him Hangman?

I got it. "Baby On Board."

Shit!

Greetings, aviators.
Fight's on.

All right, Phoenix,
let's take this guy out!

Watch your back, Phoenix.

Break right!
Breaking right.

Where's he going?

That's why we call him Hangman.

He'll always
hang you out to dry.

Leaving your wing man.

There's a strategy
I haven't seen in a while.

He called you a man, Phoenix.
You gonna take that?

So long as he doesn't
call you a man.

Talk to me, Bob.
Where's Maverick?

Jesus, his nose
is already coming around!

Get him off me, Hangman!

For all you folks at home,
this is how you bury a fossil.

All right, Hangman.
Time to teach you a lesson.

You're out, Phoenix.
Son of a bitch!

That's it.

Let's go, Mav.
Let's see what you got.

Come get me.

Evil be gone.
Hangman's coming.

Yeah, you're good.
I'll give you that.

Phoenix, I can't see him.
How close am I?

Phoenix?
I'm dead, dickhead.

See you in the afterlife,
Bagman.

Where is he?
Where is he?

That's a kill.

Seventy-nine. Down.
Eighty. Down.

Let's go. Who's next?

I got you, Omaha.
Damn it!

Lights out, Coyote.
Copy kill.

Down. Fifty-one.
Down. Fifty-two.

So, Rooster, mind if I ask you
a personal question?

Would it matter if I did?

What's the story
with you and Maverick?

It seems like he's got you rattled.
That's none of your business.

Now where the hell is he?

Been here the whole time.

Holy shit.

You see me now?

Come on, let's get it over with.

Fight's on!

What is with these two?

All right, you put us here.
How you gonna get yourself out?

You can bail out anytime.

How low you want to go, Rooster?

I can go as low as you, sir!
And that's saying something.

What's past is past.
For both of us.

You'd like to believe that,
wouldn't you?

Hard deck is 5,000 feet, fellas.
You are running out of room.

Altitude. Your strategy is
about to run us into the ground.

- What's your move?
- Altitude. Altitude.

Altitude.

Altitude. Altitude. Altitude.

Altitude. Altitude.

Pull up! Pull up!
Pull up! Pull up!

Pull up! Pull up!

You got it.
Don't think, just do.

Come on, Rooster, you got him!
Drop down and take the shot!

It's too low.

Too late. You had your chance.

That's a kill. Knock it off.

Damn it!

Same old Rooster.

Go see Hondo
about your push-ups.

All right, that's enough.

Rooster.
That's enough, man.

Breaking the hard deck, insubordination.
Are you trying to get kicked out?

Don't worry about it.

Look, I'm going on this mission.

But if you get kicked out, you
leave us flying with Hangman.

Talk to me. What the hell
was that? He pulled my papers.

What? Who?
Maverick.

He pulled my application
to the Naval Academy.

Set me back four years.

Why would he do that?

The hard deck is 5,000 feet
above ground level.

A parameter is set not just
for the safety of our pilots,

but for the safety
of their aircraft.

5,000 feet is not just a rule. It is
a law, as immutable as gravity.

The hard deck will be much
lower for the mission, sir.

And it will not change
without my approval!

Especially not
in the middle of an exercise.

And that Cobra maneuver of yours?
That could've got all three of you killed.

I never want to see
that shit again.

What exactly do you suppose
you were teaching, Captain?

That as good as they are, sir,
they still have something to learn.

You are talking about the best
fighter pilots on the planet, Captain.

And they've been told that
their entire career,

while they've been dropping
bombs from a high altitude

with little to no dog fighting.

The parameters of this mission call for
something they have never encountered.

Okay, you have less than three weeks
to teach them how to fight as a team

and how to strike the target.

And how to come home.

And how to come home, sir.

Every mission has its risks.

These pilots accept that.

I don't, sir.

Every morning,
from this day forward,

you will brief us on your
instructional plans in writing.

And nothing will change
without my express approval.

Including the hard deck, sir?
Especially the hard deck, Captain.

Sir.

What is this?

It's a request to lower
the hard deck, sir,

to practice a low-level bombing
run per the mission parameters.

You could learn a thing or two
about timing, Captain.

Yo, Coyote.

Take a look at this.

The man, the legend.
There he is.

No, no, no.
Next to him.

He look familiar to you?

What have we here?

Bradshaw.

As I live and breathe.

Hey, Theo, you got big.

Hey, Mav.

Amelia?

I know. I got big.

Yes.

Bar opens at 5:00.

No, I just came by
to pay off a debt.

Mom!

Hey, how's your dad?
With his wife, in Hawaii.

Mom!

Mav says he owes you money.

Oh. Don't worry
about it. I insist.

Thank you, Captain.
Consider your tab closed.

Captain? Still?

A highly decorated captain.

Finish up.

We have to get the boat
to the yard.

I can't go. What do
you mean, you can't go?

Test tomorrow. I have to
study. They only told us today.

Well, I can't sail her alone.

Just use the engine.

Why are we taking her
to the yard?

To fix the engine.

Mm-hmm.
I can help.

Little rougher than I was expecting.
You don't say.

Pull on the back stay.
We'll de-power the sails.

Okay.

What does that mean?

You're supposed to be
in the navy!

I don't sail boats, Penny.
I land on them.

It's sort of like raising
the flaps on an airplane.

So how do I do that?

You pull on that
green line up there.

Green line.

Yep. Pull it hard.

Yep. Crank that winch
right there,

tighten the jib.

Crank it. You okay? Yeah.

Good.

Now,

you ready?

For what?

The afterburner.

Now you're in the navy.

Thanks for helping out today.

I'm not exactly sure I helped.

Hmm.

Don't give me that look.

What look?

That one.

Good night, Pete.

Night, Penny.

Mom, is that you?

Yeah, it's me.

I'll make you dinner.

Okay.

Time is your greatest enemy.

Phase one of the mission
will be a low-level ingress

attacking in two-plane teams.

You'll fly along this narrow
canyon to your target.

Radar-guided surface-to-air
missiles defend the area.

These SAMs, they're lethal.

But they were designed to protect
the skies above, not the canyon below.

That's because the enemy knows no one
is insane enough to try and fly below them.

That's exactly what
I'm gonna train you to do.

On the day, your altitude
will be 100 feet maximum.

You exceed this altitude...

...radar will spot you

and you're dead.

Your airspeed will be 660 knots

minimum.

Time to target:
two and a half minutes.

That's because fifth-generation
fighters wait at an air base nearby.

In a head-to-head with these
planes in your F-18s, you're dead.

That's why you need to get in,
hit your target and be gone

before these planes even
have a chance of catching you.

This makes time
your greatest adversary.

You'll fly a route in your nav
system that simulates the canyon.

The faster you navigate
this canyon,

the harder it'll be to stay under
the radar of these enemy SAMs.

The tighter the turns,

the more intensely
the force of gravity

on your body multiplies...

...compressing your lungs...

...forcing the blood
from your brain...

...impairing your judgment
and reaction time.

So for today's lesson, we're
gonna take it easy on you.

Max ceiling: 300 feet.
Time to target: three minutes.

Good luck.

Time to target is one minute 30.

We are two seconds behind.
Increase to 480 knots.

We got to move, Coyote.

Copy. Increasing speed.

Oh!

Oh, shit!

Why are they dead?

We broke the 300-foot ceiling,
and a SAM took us out.

No. Why are they dead?

I slowed down and didn't give
her a warning. It was my fault.

Was there a reason you didn't communicate
with your team? I was focusing on...

One that their family
will accept at the funeral.

None, sir.

Why didn't you
anticipate the turn?

You were briefed on the terrain.

Don't tell me.
Tell it to his family.

Hangman, ease up.
The canyon's getting tighter.

Negative, Payback.
Increase your speed.

You're going too fast, man. No
harm in being ahead of schedule.

Damn it, slow down!
I can't stay on the course!

You're gonna hit the wall!
Watch out! Watch out!

- What happened?
- I flew as fast as I could.

Kind of like my ass
depended on it.

And you put your team in danger,
and your wing man's dead.

They couldn't keep up.

Rooster, we're 20 seconds
behind and dropping.

We're fine. Speed is good.

Increase to 500 knots.

Negative, Yale. Hold your
speed. Rooster, we're late!

We're alive. We'll make
up time in the straightaway.

We are not gonna make it.

Just trust me. Maintain
your speed. We can make it.

Why are you dead?

You're team leader up there.

Why are you,
why is your team dead?

Sir, he's the only one
who made it to the target.

A minute late.

He gave enemy aircraft
time to shoot him down.

He is dead.
You don't know that.

You're not flying fast enough.
You don't have a second to waste.

We made it to the target.

And superior enemy aircraft
intercepted you on your way out.

Then it's a dogfight. Against
fifth-generation fighters.

Yeah. We'd still have
a chance. In an F-18.

It's not the plane, sir,
it's the pilot.

Exactly!

There's more than one way
to fly this mission.

You really don't get it.

On this mission,
a man flies like Maverick here,

or a man does not come back.

No offense intended.

Yet somehow you always manage.

Look, I don't mean to criticize.

You're conservative, that's all.
Lieutenant.

We're going into combat, son, on
a level no living pilot's ever seen.

Not even him.

That's no time to be
thinking about the past.

What's that supposed
to mean? Rooster.

I can't be the only one that knows
that Maverick flew with his old man.

That's enough. Or that Maverick
was flying when his old man...

Lieutenant, that's enough!

That's enough.
You son of a bitch!

Hey, come on!

I'm cool,
I'm cool. Hey, hey.

- That's enough.
- He's not cut out for this mission.

That's enough!
You know it.

You know I'm right.

You're all dismissed.

Maverick.

It's come back?

No one knows.

There's nothing else
they can do.

Even speaking is painful now.

Sarah, I'm so sorry.

Admiral.

How's my wing man?

Please, don't worry about me.

What can I do for you?

All right.

Well, Rooster's still angry
with me about what I did.

I thought eventually
he would understand why.

I hoped he'd forgive me.

The mission is less
than three weeks away.

The kid's not ready.

He doesn't want
what I have to give.

Ice, please,

don't ask me to send
someone else to die.

Please don't...

Don't ask me to send him.

Send me.

I don't know how.

I'm not a teacher, Ice.

I'm a fighter pilot.

A naval aviator.

It's not what I am.

It's who I am.

How do I teach that?

Even if I could teach it,
it's not what Rooster wants.

It's not what the navy wants.

That's why they canned me
the last time.

The only reason I'm here is you.

If I send him on this mission,

he might never come home.

And if I don't send him,

he'll never forgive me.

Either way,
I could lose him forever.

I know.

I know.

The navy needs Maverick.

The kid needs Maverick.

That's why I fought for you.

That's why you're still here.

Thank you, Ice,

for everything.

One last thing.

Who's the better pilot?

You or me?

This is a nice moment.
Let's not ruin it.

All right, all right.

Yeah!

Sir.

What is this?
This is dogfight football.

Offense and defense
at the same time.

Who's winning?

I think they stopped
keeping score a while ago.

This detachment still has some
training to complete, Captain.

Every available
minute matters. Yes, sir.

So why are we out here
playing games?

You said to create a team, sir.

There's your team.

Should I go?
Before Amelia gets back?

She'll be at her friend's
house tonight. Oh, good.

You and Amelia, you seem...

a lot closer
than when I last saw you.

Yeah. Yeah, we are.
How do you manage?

Well,

you know, she always wanted more
freedom than I thought she was ready for.

Hmm. Where'd she
get that from, I wonder?

I guess I realized

I also had to trust her.

Let her make some of her
own mistakes sometimes.

Not an easy choice.
Mmm.

Is that what happened
with Rooster?

I pulled his papers
from the Naval Academy.

Took years off his career.

Why?

His mother never wanted him to
fly, not after what happened to Goose.

She made me promise
before she died, so...

Does Rooster know that?

He will always resent me
for what I did.

Why should he resent her too?

Not an easy choice.
Hmm.

I was trying to be
the father he lost.

I just...

I wish I would've
done it better.

But the truth is...

I didn't think he was ready.

Is he ready now?

Mom, I'm home!

I thought you were staying
at Karen's tonight.

Karen's sick.
And I've got homework to do.

I should go.
You should go.

Have you had dinner yet?
Not yet. You wanna go out?

No, it's okay.
I'll make you something.

I'll be down in a sec!

Wait! Not that way.
What?

Look, I have an example to set.

I can't be bringing guys
home on a first date.

This is not our first date.

You know what I mean.

Okay.

Fine.

But this is the last time
I go out your window.

We'll see.

No. No, I mean it.

I'm never gonna leave you again.

Oh, shut up.

Go on, get out of here.

Just don't
break her heart again.

Good morning.

The uranium enrichment plant
that is your target

will be operational
earlier than expected.

Raw uranium will be delivered
to the plant in ten days' time.

As a result, your mission
has been moved up one week

in order to avoid contaminating
the target valley with radiation.

Sir, no one here has successfully
flown a low-level course.

Nevertheless, you've
been ordered to move on.

Captain.

We have one week left
to focus on phase two.

It's the most difficult stage
of the mission.

It's a pop-up strike
with a steep dive,

requiring nothing less
than two consecutive miracles.

Two pairs of F-18s will fly

in a welded wing formation.

Teamwork. Precise coordination
of these aircraft is essential

to both the mission's success
and your survival.

As you know, the plant rests
between two mountains.

On final approach, you'll
invert directly into a steep dive.

This allows you to maintain
the lowest possible altitude

and the only possible
attack angle.

Your target is an impact point
less than three meters wide.

The two-seat aircraft
will paint the target

with a laser bull's-eye.

The first pair
will breach the reactor

by dropping a laser-guided bomb
on an exposed ventilation hatch.

This will create an opening
for the second pair.

That's miracle number one.

The second team
will deliver the kill shot...

...and destroy the target.

That's miracle number two.

If either team
misses the target...

- That's a miss.
- ...the mission is a failure.

Damn it!

Egress
is a steep high-G climb out

to avoid hitting this mountain.

A steep climb at that speed,
you're pulling at least eight G's.

Nine, minimum.

The stress limit
of the F-18's airframe is 7.5.

That's the accepted limit.

To survive this mission,
you'll pull beyond that,

even if it means
bending your airframe.

You'll be pulling so hard, you'll
weigh close to 2,000 pounds,

your skull
crushing your spine...

...your lungs imploding like an
elephant's sitting on your chest,

fighting with everything you
have just to keep from blacking out.

And this is where you'll be
at your most vulnerable.

This is Coffin Corner.

Assuming you avoid crashing
into this mountain,

you'll climb straight up into enemy
radar while losing all of your airspeed.

Within seconds, you'll be
fired upon by enemy SAMs.

You've all faced sustained
G's before, but this...

This is gonna take you and
your aircraft to the breaking point.

Sir, is this even achievable?

The answer to that question

will come down
to the pilot in the box.

Talk to me, Bob. We are
12 seconds late on target.

We gotta move! We gotta
move! Copy. Try to stay with me.

Huh? Wait, who's that?

Blue Team, you've been spotted.

Shit, it's Maverick.
What the hell is he doing here?

I'm a bandit on course to intercept.
Blue Team, what are you gonna do?

He's 20 miles left. Ten o'clock.
700 knots closure.

Your call.
What do you want to do?

Continue. We're close.
Stay on target.

He's swinging around to the
north! Stand by for pop-up.

Be ready on that laser, Bob.
Copy. I'm on it.

Blue Team,
bandit is still closing.

Popping now.

Talk to me, Bob.
Where's Maverick?

He's five miles out.
He's coming fast.

Target's in sight.
Where's my laser, Bob?

Dead eye! Dead eye! It's no good.
Sorry, I can't get a lock.

We're out of time.
I'm dropping blind.

Damn it, missed!

That's tone.

Maverick's got missile
lock on us. Shit! We're dead.

Blue Team, that's a fail.

Level out, Coyote.

Coyote? Do you copy?

Coyote, come in.

Coyote, level wings.

Oh, God. He's in G-LOC.

Coyote? Coyote?

He's gonna burn in!
I'm going after him.

Come on. Give me tone,
give me tone, give me tone.

Snap out of it, Coyote.
Come on! Come on!

Come on, Coyote, come on.
Come on!

- Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!
- Pull up!

- Coyote! Coyote!
- Pull up! Pull up!

Coyote, you okay? You okay?

I'm okay. I'm good.

Good. Good.
That's enough for today.

That was close.

Too close.

Bird strike! Bird strike!

Bird strike!

Phoenix, left engine's
on fire! Climbing.

Throttling back. Shutting
off fuel to left engine.

Extinguishing fire.

Right engine is out!

It's still spinning.
Trying to restart it.

Phoenix, it's on fire.

Don't start... Throttling up.

Oh, my God.

We're on fire! We're on fire!
Damn it!

Engine fire. Right.
Extinguishing right engine.

Phoenix, Bob,
punch out, punch out!

Warning lights everywhere!
Hydraulic failure!

Flight controls.
I can't control it.

We're going down, Phoenix!
We're going in! We're going in!

You can't save it.
Eject, eject!

Eject, eject, eject!

Altitude. Altitude.

They'll keep Phoenix and Bob in
the hospital overnight for observation.

They're gonna be okay.

That's good.

I've never lost a wing man.

You're lucky.

Fly long enough, it'll happen.

There will be others.

Easy for you to say.
No wife.

No kids.

Nobody to mourn you
when you burn in.

Go home.

Just get some sleep.

Why'd you pull my papers
at the Academy?

Why did you stand in my way?

You weren't ready.

Ready for what?

Huh? Ready to fly like you? No.

Ready to forget the book.

Trust your instincts.
Don't think, just do.

You think up there,
you're dead. Believe me.

My dad believed in you.

I'm not gonna make
the same mistake.

Maverick.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready,

aim,

fire.

Ready,

aim,

fire.

I can only imagine what
you must be feeling right now.

Take some time.
Whatever you need.

I appreciate that, sir, but
there is no time. The mission...

I'll be taking over
the training from here.

Sir?

We both know you didn't
want this job, Captain.

Sir, they're not ready. It was
your job to get them ready.

Sir, they have to believe
that this mission can be flown.

And all you've managed to do
is teach them that it can't.

Sir... You're grounded, Captain.

Permanently.

Sir... That is all.

I heard.

I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

Ice is gone.

What choice do I have?

You'll have to find a
way back on your own.

No, Penny.

I'm out.

This is over.

Pete.

If you lost
your wing man up there,

you'd keep fighting.

You wouldn't just give up.

Those are your pilots.

If anything happens to them,

you'll never forgive yourself.

I don't know what to do.

But you'll find a way.

I know you will.

Captain Mitchell
is no longer your instructor.

And as of today, there are
new mission parameters.

Time to target
is now four minutes.

You'll be entering the
valley level at reduced speed.

Not to exceed 420 knots.

Sir, won't we be giving
their planes time to intercept?

Well, Lieutenant, you have a
fighting chance against enemy aircraft.

What are the odds of surviving a
head-on collision with a mountain?

You'll be attacking the target
from a higher altitude,

level with the north wall.

Gonna be a little harder
to keep your lase on target,

but you will avoid
the high-G climb out.

We'll be sitting ducks
for enemy missiles.

Who the hell is that?

Maverick to Range Control.
Entering Point Alpha.

Confirm green range.

Uh, Maverick, Range Control,
uh, green range is confirmed.

I don't see an event scheduled
for you, sir.

Well, I'm going anyway.

Nice.

Setting time to target:

Two minutes 15 seconds.

2:15? That's impossible.

Final attack point.
Maverick's inbound.

Popping in three, two, one.

Bombs away.

Bull's-eye! Holy shit!

Yes.

Damn.

You have put me in a
difficult position, Captain.

On the one hand, you have demonstrated
that this mission can be flown.

Perhaps the only way
it can be survived.

On the other hand,

you did it by stealing a
multimillion-dollar military aircraft

and flying it in such a manner
that it may never be airworthy again.

Iceman is no longer here
to protect you.

I have everything I need
to have you court-martialed

and dishonorably discharged.

So what do I do?

Risk the lives of my pilots

and perhaps the success
of this mission

or...

risk my career

by appointing you team leader?

Sir... I think the admiral's asking
a rhetorical question, Captain.

Talk to me, Goose.

Captain Mitchell!

You're where you belong.

Make us proud.

It has been an honor
flying with you.

Each one of you represents
the best of the best.

This is a very specific mission.

My choice is a reflection
of that and nothing more.

Choose your two Foxtrot teams.

Payback and Fanboy.

Phoenix and Bob.

And your wing man.

Rooster.

The rest of you will stand by
on the carrier

for any reserve role
that's required.

Dismissed.

Your target
is a clear and present threat.

A secret uranium enrichment
site under rogue state control.

It's an underground bunker,

tucked between
these two mountains.

Your route of ingress is heavily
defended by surface-to-air missiles

backed up
by fifth-generation fighters.

Once your F-18 strike team
crosses the border,

Tomahawk missiles
from the USS Leyte Gulf

will launch a synchronized
strike on the enemy's airfield here.

This will knock out
their runway.

But you'll have to contend with
any planes already in the air.

The moment those Tomahawks hit,
the enemy will know you're coming.

Your time to target

will be two minutes
and 30 seconds.

Any longer than that,
and you will be exposed

to any aircraft
the Tomahawks may have missed.

This is what you've all
been training for.

Come home safely.

You give 'em hell!

Sir.

Sir?

I...

I just want to say...

We'll talk

when we get back.

Hey, Bradley! Bradley!

Hey.

You got this.

Maverick.

Maverick?

Hey, you with me?

I don't like that look, Mav.

It's the only one I got.

Thank you.

If I don't see you again, Hondo,

thank you.

It's been an honor, Captain.

Dagger One,
up and ready on Catapult One.

Dagger Spare standing by.

Dagger Four, up and ready.

Dagger Three, up and ready.

Dagger Two, up and ready.

Support assets airborne.

Strike package ready.

Standing by for launch decision.

Send them.

Dagger Two away.

Dagger Three away.

Dagger Four away.

Comanche, Dagger One.
Standby check in.

Comanche 11, set.

Picture clean.
Recommend Dagger continue.

Copy. Daggers descending
below radar.

Daggers now below radar.
Switching to E-2 picture.

Here we go.
Enemy territory up ahead.

Feet dry in 60 seconds.
Comanche, Dagger One. Picture.

Comanche. Picture clean.
Decision is yours.

Copy.

Dagger attack.

Tomahawks airborne.

No turning back now.

Daggers,
assume attack formation.

Daggers set.
Proceeding to target.

Two minutes and 30 seconds
in three, two, one, mark.

Two mark.
Three mark.

Four mark.

Going in.

First SAM site overhead.

Looks like we're clear
on radar, Mav.

Let's not take it for granted.

More SAMs! Three o'clock high!

- We got two minutes to target.
- Copy.

We're a few seconds behind,
Rooster. We got to move.

Thirty seconds to Tomahawk
impact on enemy airstrip.

Dagger, Comanche.

We're picking up two bandits.
Single group, two contacts.

Where the hell'd they come
from? Long-range patrol?

Comanche, what's their heading?

Bull's-eye 090, 50,
tacked southwest.

They're headed away from us.
They don't know we're here.

The second those Tomahawks
hit the air base,

those bandits are gonna move
to defend the target.

We have to get there before
they do. Increase speed.

We got you, Mav.
Don't wait for me.

Sir, Daggers Two and Four
are behind schedule.

Time to target, one minute 20.

Tomahawk impact in three, two...

Impact.
Enemy runway is destroyed.

They know we're coming now.

Bandits are switching course
to defend the target.

Rooster, where are you?

Come on, Rooster.
Bandits inbound.

We got to make up time now.
Let's turn and burn.

Heads up, Phoenix.

Whoa!

Sir, bandits are two minutes
from target.

Daggers are one minute
from target.

Come on, Rooster.
Move it or lose it.

Guys, we're falling behind.
We really gotta move.

If we don't increase our speed
right now,

those bandits are gonna be waiting
for us when we reach the target.

Talk to me, Dad.

Come on, kid, you can do it.

Don't think, just do.

Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!

That's it, kid, that's it.
All right, let's go.

Damn, Rooster, take it easy.

Sir, Dagger Two is reengaging.

All right, now hit your target
and come home.

Thirty seconds to target.
Bob, check your laser.

Air-to-ground check complete.
Laser code verified, 1688.

Laser is a go!

Watch your heads.

Holy shit! Shit!

Payback, you with me?
Right behind you.

Phoenix, stand by
for pop-up strike.

Dagger Three in position.

Popping in three, two, one.

Get me eyes on that
target, Bob. Dagger Three.

Stand by, Mav.
Come on, Bob, come on.

Stand by.

I've got it. Captured!
Target acquired. Bombs away.

We've got impact!
Check, direct hit! Direct hit!

That's miracle number one.

Dagger Two, status.

Almost there, Mav. Almost there.

Fanboy, where's my laser?

Rooster, there's something wrong
with this laser!

Shit! Dead eye, dead eye, dead eye!

Come on, guys, we're
running out of time. Get it online!

I'm trying!
Come on, Fanboy!

Nearly there! Nearly there!

Come on, Fanboy, get it online.
There's no time. I'm dropping blind.

Rooster, I got this!
No time. Pull up.

- Wait!
- Bombs away! Bombs away!

Bull's-eye, bull's-eye,
bull's-eye!

Miracle number two.

Now they're in Coffin Corner.

We're not out of this yet.

Here it comes.

Radar warning! Smoke in
the air. Phoenix, break right.

Emergency jettison.
Dagger Three defending.

Here comes another one!

Dagger One defending.

Rooster, status.

Oh, my God.

Smoke in the air!
Smoke in the air!

Break right, Payback!
Breaking right.

Oh, my God, here they come!

SAM on your six, Rooster!

Deploying countermeasures.

Negative contact.

Dagger One defending.

Talk to me, Bob. Break right,
Phoenix! Break right! Mav!

Nine o'clock! Nine o'clock!

Rooster, two more on your six.

Dagger Two, defending.

Payback, SAM on your nose.
Dagger Four defending.

Rooster, tally, seven o'clock!
Talk to me, Bob!

On our six!
Dagger Two defending.

- Phoenix, break right!
- I see it!

Dagger Two defending.

Shit, I'm out of flares!

Rooster, evade, evade!

I can't shake 'em!
They're on me! They're on me!

Mav! No!

Dagger One is hit!
I repeat, Dagger One is hit!

Maverick is down.

Dagger One, status.

Status!

Anyone see him?
Does anyone see him?

Dagger One, come in!
I didn't see a parachute.

We have to circle back.

Comanche. Bandits inbound.
Single group, hot.

Recommend Dagger flow south.

One minute to intercept.

Get 'em back to the carrier
now. All Daggers flow to ECP.

You have bandits headed
for you. What about Maverick?

Tell him there's nothing he can do
for Maverick, not in a goddamn F-18.

Dagger Spare request permission
to launch and fly air cover.

Negative, Spare.

Launch search and rescue.

Negative.
Not with bandits in the air.

But, sir,
Maverick is still out there.

We are not losing
anyone else today.

Get 'em home now.

Dagger, you are not to engage.

Repeat, do not engage.

Dagger Two, return to carrier.
Acknowledge.

Acknowledge.

Rooster,
those bandits are closing.

We can't go back.

Rooster, he's gone.

Maverick's gone.

Oh, no, no.

Dagger Two is hit.

Dagger Two is hit.

Dagger Two, come in.

Dagger Two, do you copy?

Dagger Two, come in.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm good.
You all right?

What the hell?
What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?
You think I took that missile

so you could be
down here with me?

You should be back
on the carrier by now!

I saved your life!

I saved your life.
That's the whole point.

What the hell
were you even thinking?

You told me not to think!

Well,

it's good to see you.

It's good to see you too.

So what's the plan?

You're not serious.

You've got to be shitting me.

An F-14?

I shot down three MiGs
in one of those.

We don't even know
if that bag of ass can fly.

Let's find out.
Mav!

Okay.

There's guys up there, Mav.
Yeah.

- There's more over there.
- Okay.

- Let's start running.
- Yeah, run. Run.

Once... Once I give you
the signal for air,

you're gonna flip this switch
until the needle gets to 120.

When the engine starts,

you got to pull out the pins
and disconnect everything.

You understand?
Yeah.

Yes!

Once I'm up, stow the ladder.

Okay. Wow.

It's been a minute, huh, Mav?

Oh, my God.
This thing is so old.

All right.

Canopy?
Clear.

Both runways are cratered.

How we gonna get this
museum piece in the air?

Why are the wings
coming out, Mav?

Mav, this is a taxiway,
not a runway.

This is a very short
taxiway, Mav.

Just hang on.

Holy shit!

Come on, come on, come on.

Needle's alive. Come on.

Mav?
That's it. Come on, come on!

All right.

Mav!
Here we go.

Holy shit.

Sir, we're receiving a signal
from Rooster's ESAT.

But there seems to be
a malfunction.

Have you lost him?
No, sir.

He's supersonic.

He's airborne.

In what?
Sir.

Over watch reports an F-14 Tomcat is
airborne and on course for our position.

Can't be. It can't be!

Maverick.

Okay, Rooster,
get us in touch with the boat.

I'm working on it.

Radio's out. No radar.
Everything's dead back here.

What do I do? Talk me
through it. Okay, first the radio.

Throw the, uh...

The UHF-2 circuit breaker.
Try that.

There's 300 breakers back here.
Anything more specific?

I don't know.
That was your dad's department.

I'll figure it out.

Mav, tally two, 5:00 low.

What do we do?

Okay, listen. Just be cool.

If they knew who we were,
we'd be dead already.

Well, here they come.

What's your plan?
Just put your mask on.

Remember,
we're on the same team.

Just wave and smile.

Just wave and smile.

What's that signal?
What's he saying?

No idea.
I have no idea what he's saying.

What about that one? Any idea?
No, never seen that one either.

Oh, shit. His wing man is moving
into weapons envelope.

All right, listen up.

When I tell you, you grab
those rings above your head.

That's the ejection handle.

Mav, can we outrun these guys?

Not their missiles and guns.

Then it's a dogfight.

An F-14 against
fifth-gen fighters?

It's not the plane,
it's the pilot.

You'd go after 'em
if I wasn't here.

But you are here.

Come on, Mav.

Don't think.

Just do.

Tell me when you see
smoke in the air.

Smoke in the air!
Smoke in the air! Hang on.

Yeah, Mav! Splash one!
Splash one!

Here comes another one.

Rooster, flares!
Now, now, now!

Splitting the throttles.

Coming around.

Give me tone, give me tone.

You got him, Mav! You
got him! Taking the shot.

What the...

Holy shit!
What the fuck was that?

Hang on. We gotta get low.

The terrain will confuse
his targeting system.

Here he comes!

Talk to me, Rooster.
Where is he?

He's still on us!

We took a hit! We took a hit!
Damn it!

Come on, Mav. Do some of
that pilot shit. Brace yourself.

Holy shit.

I got tone. Taking the shot.

Damn it!

Out of missiles.
Switching to guns.

Come on, Mav, come on.

You got him, Mav!
It's not over yet.

One last chance.
You can do this.

Come on, Maverick.

Yes! Splash two!

Mav, I got the radio on.
Outstanding.

Get us in touch with
the boat. Copy that.

Oh, my God.

Where the hell is this guy?

He's on our nose.

Damn it, we're out of ammo.

Smoke in the air!
Rooster, flares!

That was close.

We're out of flares, Mav.

Shit, he's already on us.

This is not good.

We took another hit!
No, no, no, no, no!

We can't take much more of this.

We can't outrun this guy.
We got to eject.

What?
We need altitude.

Pull the ejection handles
the second I tell you.

Mav, wait! Rooster,
there's no other way.

Eject, eject, eject!

Rooster, pull the handle!
Eject!

It's not working!

Mav!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Goose.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is your savior speaking.

Please fasten your seat belts,

return your tray tables to their
locked and upright positions...

...and prepare for landing.

Hey, Hangman, you look good.

I am good, Rooster.
I'm very good.

I'll see you back on deck.

Maverick is downwind.
No front landing gear.

No tail hook. Pull the cable
and raise the barricade.

Foul deck! Foul deck!
Raise the barricade!

Go!

Please don't tell me
we lost an engine.

All right, I won't
tell you that. Okay.

You good?

Yeah. I'm good.

Chalked yourself another
kill. That makes two.

Mav has five.

Makes him an ace.

Captain Mitchell!
Captain Mitchell!

Sir.

Thank you for saving my life.

It's what my dad would've done.

Hey, Mav.

Jimmy.

Is, uh...

Is Penny around?

Uh, she took Amelia
on a sailing trip.

Did she say when she'd be back?

You know, she didn't.

Can I get you anything?

Get in there.