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Radar station,
five miles, 35 seconds.

Roger that.

[Ayers] What the hell?

-What is it?
-Uh, nothing.

Don't get jittery on me, Pete.

[Ayers] I'm cool. Let's do it.

[explosion]

[alarm blaring]

Damn!

I can't hold it! Eject! Eject!

[blasting]

[crashing]

[narrator] 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.

[opening theme music]

[men whooping]

[laughing]

[whooping]

[Harm] Are you still
with me, Bud?

Most definitely, sir!

You want to take
her for a while?

-Can I?
-Sure!

What do I do?

Whatever you want!

[cell phone ringing]

What is that?

It's a cell phone, sir.

I know that! What's it
doing up here?

Hello?

You have to speak up.
I can't hear you.

[Harm]
The FAA prohibits the use

-of cellular devices
of any kind...
-[Bud] Oh, hi, Ma'am.

-...during the operation
of this aircraft.
-[Bud] What?

Where? I don't know!

-Harm's letting me fly!
-Failure to comply
with these rules

will result in immediate
eviction from the aircraft.

[laughing]

Ow!

It's Major MacKenzie, sir.

Mac's working on a Sunday?

Well, how important is it?

Well, this better be important.

You'll have him
sulking for days.

There was another F-14 crash.

Last night, off the America
near Pendleton.

What squadron?

Howlers.

Again?

Wow, talk about bad luck.

Harm, it was a woman.

Not Tess McKee?

Afraid so.

Did she make it?

[sighing]

[tires screeching]

So are you saying that
you've already concluded

that this is totally unrelated
to last month's crash?

[Mac] Could the press
salivate anymore?

The woman's
dead, for God's sake.

Tragedy is news. Military
tragedy is big news.

Especially when it involves
women in combat roles.

Just wait until they
get a hold of this.

"Training Command has received
several Congressional
recommendations

to make her the first
female Blue Angel."

Oh, that'll make the
cover of Newsweek.

So what? She was good.

[scoffing] Yeah,
just in the wrong squadron.

Well, the Howlers lost
another pilot earlier this year.

What'd I say?

[door closes]

Commander, Major MacKenzie
just told me.

I didn't realize that
other crash this year...

Well, that he was such
a good friend of yours and all.

And I apologize if I said any--

Bud!

-What?
-Stop it!

-Yes, sir.
-Hey, where is everybody?

There's
not a stand down, is there?

Only unofficial.

I gave them the day
to shake it off.

Tess is a great loss.
To all of us.

My condolences.

Lieutenant McKee was
a good pilot and a fine officer.

And much more.

[Harm] Yes, sir.

It's good to see you, Harm.

I just wish it could have
been under better circumstances.

Me too.

I'm glad to have you on this.

God knows we need someone
who actually understands what
we're going through.

But try to at least
look impartial.

[chuckling] Well, that's
why the major's here, sir.

How's the RIO?

Lieutenant Peter Ayers.

Walked away as good as
can be

expected after
a punch-out on deck.

I guess we should start there?

We can grab him in sickbay if
he hasn't already been released.

We're right behind you, sir.

Lieutenant, would you
pull up the flight
and maintenance records

and meet us outside?

Yes, sir. No problem.

[Bud] Black cat.

Interesting mascot.

Everything where
it's supposed to be?

-He's cleared for flight status
whenever you want him.
-Thanks, doc.

[woman chattering on PA]

At ease.

I'll put you back up
as soon as we confirm

the cause of the
crash, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

-You know Commander Rabb?
-Yes, sir.

Lieutenant. This is
Major MacKenzie.

-Lieutenant. Ma'am.
-Ma'am.

I'm sure you've been over
this a dozen times, Lieutenant,

but we're going to ask
you to walk us through it
one more time.

-Where do I start?
-Well, how about the profile?

Uh, we were low
level, at 200 feet,

coming in under radar along
the coast, to pop up and
simulate a HARM strike.

-Anti-radiation missile.
-On an F-14?

Yes, ma'am. Special mounts.

Howlers have had
them since the Gulf.

When did you
first notice trouble?

I'm not sure, sir.

I think I might have
seen some kind of flash

on my scope, uh,

ten or fifteen seconds
before we hit.

What kind of flash?

I don't know, sir. Um...

It might have just been noise.
I'm not sure I saw it at
all, but...

But what?

Maybe I missed something, sir.

Maybe I could have warned her.

Let's not start second-guessing
just yet, Lieutenant.

So what happened next?

All of a sudden, bam, the, uh,

starboard engine just went and
Tess was yelling at me to eject.

And I was in the water before
I even knew what happened.

She never had a chance.

[pager beeping]

Major, will you check
on the salvage effort,

beep me when they
have something?

Where are you going?

I'll explain later. Commander.

[door opens, closes]

[seagulls cawing]

-Harm!
-Hey, Josh.

What happened to your arm?

Oh, roller hockey.
I made the goal, though.

Good for you.

-Where's your mom?
-She's inside.

Mom, Harm's here.

Mom? Harm's here.

Oh, great!

Hey! I bet when you told me
you were coming on base,

you didn't think I'd drag
you out here so soon.

There must be a hundred things
you should be doing.

Nothing more
important than this.

[Harm] What happened
to no flying?

He doesn't have his father.

Makes it hard not to
give him what he wants.

You know, some days I stop

and I find myself actually
surviving without him.

And then...

you know, another one
of them goes down and...

and I just relive it
all over again.

Annie, you don't have to.

As tragic as this is,
this isn't about Luke.

Maybe, in a way, it is.

A reporter came to see me.

I don't know who he's talked to,
but he knew some things...

Annie, they're
looking for gossip.

You know that. The same
thing happened with Luke.

You don't understand.

He knew something
about the squadron.

Something that Luke made me
promise never to tell anyone.

[sighing]

On the second day
of the Gulf Air War,

the Howlers were carrying
anti-radiation missiles.

And I guess one of them
lost its signal or something

and exploded into a mosque.

Saddam reported over
a hundred people inside.

And it was never
linked to the Howlers?

Did you confirm it for him?

No! No.

[sighs]

No.

But, he could tell
I was hiding something.

He said,

"The people are
calling it a jinxed squadron."

Annie, he's trying to stir
up a story any way he can.

Don't worry about it.

The thing is, Harm,

I've already thought it myself.

I mean, they're all dying, Harm.

Maybe this squadron created
some kind of, I don't know,

bad karma thing.

Annie, we've already
proven why Luke crashed.

There are scientific
reasons for all--

No, no, no. I know.
There are always reasons.

And I have accepted them all.

But after a while,

there's a pattern you just
can't chalk up to bad luck.

Annie, listen to me.

There is no such thing as bad
luck or bad karma, or whatever.

Accidental death is
a regrettable part of war.
It happens.

I don't know, Harm.

Half of Luke's squadron
has gone down.

It's almost like they're...

cursed.

[Harm] Call Naval Intelligence
at the Pentagon.

Talk to Lieutenant
Commander Carmichael.

Tell him you work for me.

Ask him if he's heard anything
about this mosque incident.

Understood, sir.

Does that mean you're
not mad at me anymore, sir?

I was never mad at you, Bud.

It's Mac that's always
complaining about you.

[Cobb] There was blood
all over parts of the fuselage,

but I didn't want to speculate
until we recovered the engine.

[Mac] What kind of blood?

Lieutenant McKee
suffered a bird strike.

A bird did this?

No, not a bird.
A flock of migrating geese.

Could a flock of birds be
picked up on Doppler radar?

That depends on how
close you are, but I doubt it.

If you did, it'd be so faint and
erratic you'd never make it out.

Might look something
like electronic noise.

Yeah, I guess.

So, aside from
the organic residue,

you can see the strike pattern
hair in the engine nacelle.

Starboard intake
ingested the foreign object,

causing the
catastrophic failure.

So the starboard engine is shot,

you're traveling 450 knots

about 200 feet
above the ocean floor,

it's practically unavoidable.

She flips right in.

So there was no pilot error?

You hear people talk
about freak accidents?
This is what they mean.

There was absolutely
nothing she could do

short of firing both
ejection seats herself

which would have
killed both of them.

Are you saying she
held it long enough

for Lieutenant Ayers
to punch out?

I don't know if it
was intentional or not,

but yeah, she saved his life.

It was over before she realized
she couldn't make it.

[Pendry] Oh, she knew.

It's the longest
moment of your life.

It all comes together

and it all evaporates
at the same time.

She knew it was over.

You think she
believed in this jinx?

Nah. She just had an accident.

It happens.

So, you really want
to be with Annie?

It's all right with me
if you do.

God knows I want
her to be happy.

Just don't start anything
you don't intend to finish.

[hammering]

[Pendry] There
goes Tess' picture,

up with the rest of us
who bought the farm.

[sighs]

[clock ticking]

You all right?

Yeah. No, I'm fine.
Did I wake you?

No, I couldn't sleep.

Bad dream?

No, it was a...

Just strange.

Hmm.

Well, why don't you
tell me about it

and I'll help you figure it out.

That's okay.

Afraid I might learn something?

The Navy only allows me
to have my dreams

interpreted by
a licensed psychotherapist.

[laughing] Oh, know any?

No. Fortunately.

Okay. All right.

I've been having
one for a while.

I'll start.

I'm trying to track down Luke's
dress whites for his funeral,

but they're not here.

So I go to look outside,

and I can't seem to
get out of the house.

I get so frustrated, I start...

pounding on the door.

That's it.

Annie, how are you doing?

Have you, uh,

gotten out?

What do you mean?

You know, on a date.

Oh.

I, uh, tried having coffee
with someone once.

It just felt weird.

How about you?

Anyone manage to
tame Harmon Rabb?

Mmm, didn't think so.

Well, it's not as hopeless
as you might think.

No, no. I know.

Just has to be the right woman.

Don't worry.

I still have faith in you.

You're basically good material.

Basically, huh?

Well, I mean,
if you were perfect,

don't you think you would
have fallen in love by now?

I'm working on it.

That feels nice.

[man on radio] STAR
100.7. Smiley Morning Show.

It's, uh, 7:16.

Got a top three, with
two more coming up here
in just a second.

Also, it's Talk Show Tuesday.

[Josh] What do think
my call sign should be?

[man] Tell us why... Think
about this, seriously now.

Snake, Spike or Fang?

I don't know.
Let me see you smile.

No fangs. How about Munchkin?

What happens when I grow?

Change it.

[Annie]
Mmm, smells good in here.

Leave it to military men
to be up first.

Good morning, honey.

Mom, you like Snake or Fang?

-For what?
-My call sign.

Every fighter pilot
has to have a call sign.

Well, Fang,

why don't you fly off to your
room and get your school things.

I've got to take you early
this morning, remember?

Can I have another pancake?

Well, if we have time, sweetie.

Hurry up, now.

Hey, you want a, uh,

pterodactyl or an elephant.

It looks more like a cow.

With ears like that?

Thanks, but I've got
a breakfast meeting.

Hey, you go ahead.
I've got a flexible schedule.

I can take Josh.

Are you sure?

It's no problem.

[sighing] That's great.

Josh? Honey?

Harm's going to take
you to school, okay?

[Josh] All right!

[Annie] Okay. I love you!

Okay. I've got to get going.

Oh.

I... I'll see you later.

-[Harm] See you.
-Bye.

[radio] They're kind of counting
on the concert

to be sold out by
the end of the week.

So make sure you get
your tickets this morning.

[clearing throat]

[doorbell ringing]

STAR 100.7 traffic alert.
Here's Kim Lorenson.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?

No. What is it?

The story broke.

-When?
-Late last night.

Some news service.

They cite an anonymous pilot

and the widow of the RIO
that went down last month.

How bad is it?

Every major newspaper
and national news broadcast.

Some are even
speculating on the jinx.

Are the Howlers flying
off the Americatoday?

Well, they were supposed to.

I'd better get out
there, Bud. Grab those.

Where's Mac?

On base.

Harm, I'm ready. Who are you?

Josh, this is Bud.

He's going to take
you to school today, okay?

I am?

Why can't you take me?

Yeah. Why can't you take him?

Sorry, sport.
Something's come up.

If you're nice to Bud, though,
he'll show you some magic.

Awesome. You want
something to eat?

Sir, I don't know
anything about magic.

Make something up.

I've got to go, okay?
I'll see you later, partner.

All right.

He never called me partner.

Cool!

A cow!

[Mac] Harm, the damage is done.

I know you kind of got
pulled into it personally,

but now it's out of your hands.

The squadron will
just have to ride it out.

I have a responsibility
to the Navy

and to the squadron
to do whatever I can.

[Mac] Your responsibility
is to objectively review

the cause of one plane crash.

Not fight the boogeyman.

Now you were not a pilot, Major.

I don't expect
you to understand.

What's to understand?
We know what happened.
It was an accident.

Our investigation is
essentially over here.

This so-called jinx
isn't relevant to it.

It's relevant to me, okay?

[man chattering on PA]

Okay.

[woman] General Powell,
can you confirm

that the Howler
Squadron was responsible

for the destruction
of a mosque?

[Powell] Please. Please.

I'm here for a book signing,
ladies and gentlemen.

[man] Do you think the Navy
will stand the Howlers down?

[Powell] As I said, I'm--

Not if I have
anything to do with it.

I guess you've heard.
We're cursed.

Yes, sir. Has there
been any action taken?

Hell, no. We've already
determined

there's no need
for a safety stand down.

Doing it now would only
legitimize this paranoia.

We're hoping to get
some intel on the incident.

Maybe clear things up.

According to Ayers,

it happened close to the way
they say it happened.

Only Saddam had the SAMs parked
right in front of the mosque.

What did Ayers
have to do with it?

It was before my time.

He's the last current
member of the squadron
who flew the sortie.

Then we should probably
interview him now,

get something on the record
in case this gets uglier.

Fine. But it'll have to wait.

-He's in the air.
-Already?

I didn't want him to stay
out of the saddle too long.

Sometimes if you let it
wait, they don't bounce back.

[thunder clapping]

[Ayers] Somebody forgot
to check the weather report.

That's a pretty mean
storm cell, all right.

25 miles out, Angels 10.

Hey, you want to relax a little?
You're starting to spook me.

Sorry.

Why don't you come right, Tim?

We can go around this
thing and land at Miramar.

What's the problem?

It just doesn't feel right.

What?

Come on, man.
We have enough fuel.

Chill out, Pete.

We're only ten minutes away.

[Bishop] Who is it?

Tomcat 135.

He took a lightning
strike to the port wing.

Damage?

He flamed out an engine he can't
relight. He's limping in.

[Mac] Who's in 135?

Ayers and Vanderway.

[Vanderway] Approach Control,
Firefighter 135, 15 miles.

I see sparks!

Flight control
surfaces are okay.

Probably auxiliary
electrical damage.

Wait! We're on fire!

-[alarm blaring]
-We dumped the tank, didn't we?

Affirmative! Must
be a transfer leak.

135. Emergency.

[Vanderway] We are on fire!
I repeat. We are on fire! Over.

[radar controller]
Are you ejecting? Over.

Negative.

I can make it.

Break out the smoke eaters
and bring them on board.

135, you have a ready
deck. Call the ball.

[Vanderway] Roger. 135 Tomcat.

Ball! 3.5.

[LSO] Roger. 135.
You're drifting right.

You're drifting right.
Check your line-up.

Steady 135. Steady.
Roger ball. Roger ball.

Bring it in, 135.

[all clamoring]

135. Power! Power!

[landing gear screeching]

[groaning]

We got him, Captain. Fire's out.

[Vanderway] The odds
of being hit were low.

Of lightning frying
an engine, negligible.

Do you agree?

Yes, sir.

Million to one shot, sir.

And the fire?

Transfer leak, sir.

All right. Make sure you
both see the flight surgeon

and get some rest.

I'm glad you're still with us.

[both] Aye, sir.

[Bishop] Vanderway! Sir?

Shut the door.

There's enough friction
between the two of you
to set that jet on fire.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Go ahead.

Right before we went up,
a couple of the guys were
figuring it out.

Every Howler fighter that's
crashed since this mosque thing,

has had at least one guy
who flew that mission.

Where are you going
with this, Lieutenant?

Well, Ayers is the
last of them, sir.

Are you saying you
believe in this jinx?

[Vanderway] I don't
know what I believe.

But I was just
up there with him.

I can't say I'd like
to repeat the experience.

I appreciate your
candor, Mr. Vanderway.

But from now on, I do not
want to hear another word

about a jinx, a hex,
a curse, voodoo, witchcraft,

or tales from the crypt.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

[door closing]

This stuff feeds on itself.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

If pilots believe they're
jinxed, they will be jinxed,

one way or the other.

Listen, Bud and I can
wrap things up here.

If you want to head
back to Washington,
maybe take a couple days?

Why are you offering?

You'll owe me a favor.

And you look like you
could use some rest.

I want to stick around,

make sure Ayers and
the squadron get through this.

Is that the only reason
you want to stick around?

Oh, great.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb?

May I speak to you, please?

I understand you're heading
up the crash investigation.

Is that correct?

-No comment.
-There is speculation now

that the whole Howler squadron
could be jinxed.

What's your response to that?

That doesn't deserve a response.

Well, sir, you're
a naval aviator.

Do you believe in bad luck?

Is this your idea of
responsible journalism?

Don't you think this
high attrition rate

is just a little bit curious
in light of the mosque
revelation, sir?

Get this out of my face, okay?

Well, maybe feelings of
guilt are affecting performance?

Back off, lady.

And we understand
a Howler pilot made

an emergency
landing this afternoon.

Hey, you don't get it, do you?

Those men lay it
on the line every day.

Some die. For this
country. For you!

If you can't support that,
then just back the hell off!

[tires screeching]

[sighing]

What?

[sighing]

Maybe I will take
a couple of days.

["Uptight"
by Stevie Wonder playing]

♪ Baby,
everything is all right ♪

♪ Uptight, out of sight ♪

♪ Baby,
everything is all right... ♪

I've got a couple
leaks on the roof

and a broken dishwasher
when you're done.

I saw some dry rot.
I hope you don't mind.

Oh, no. A woman never
minds having her house fixed.

-Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

You're home early.

Took a half-a-day.

Couldn't let you play
hooky all by yourself.

They, uh...

They've offered me
a transfer to Baltimore.

Are you gonna take it?

I don't know.

I... I don't really know
anyone down there, so...

Except me.

I mean, uh, Baltimore's
only an hour from D.C.

Oh, Harm,

you've got your
own life to live.

You don't want to spend it
looking after me and Josh.

That's not how I look at it.

You think Luke
would see it as a betrayal

if I... if I moved on?

He loved you, Annie.

He would want you to be happy.

Even if it meant...

[sighing]

Even if it meant with you?

[Mac] Hello?

Um, sorry, I...

There was no answer in front.
I heard the music.

It's no problem. Uh, Annie,
this is my partner, Mac.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, you, too.

[Harm] What's up?

-You got a second?
-Yeah.

What is it?

I thought you'd want to know.
Ayers turned in his wings.

What? When?

After Bishop assigned him to fly
in the missing man formation

at Lieutenant McKee's
funeral tomorrow.

Is he still on the carrier?

Came back on the morning COD.

But I had Bud follow him.

Good.

[mullah chanting prayer]

[birds chirping]

How long has he been in there?

Uh, going on four hours.

Praying, I guess.

After what happened
yesterday, I'd try anything.

Don't tell me you're
buying into this.

No, sir!

It's just that I found
something weird.

Of the seven Howler
crashes since the Gulf War,

six went down on
Islamic holy days.

Kind of freaky, huh?

You sure about this?

I checked it three times.

Tomorrow is another holy day.

If I was Ayers,
I wouldn't want to fly either.

[men chanting in Arabic]

[in English]
Thinking of converting?

No, sir.

I don't blame you for
being shaken, Lieutenant.

Anyone would, especially
after losing a partner.

But quitting isn't going
to make you feel better.

Trust me, I know.

I just don't want to
do it anymore, sir.

And this has nothing
to do with the jinx?

I ju...

I don't want to do it anymore.

Then what are you doing here?

Are you looking for
forgiveness? Is that it?

It was my weapon
killed those people.

I acquired the target.
I armed the missile.

You didn't turn off the signal.

You didn't park a SAM site
on the doorstep of a mosque.

You're not to blame!

Then why are we all
falling out of the sky?

If God was seeking
vengeance, you'd be dead.

[whispering] No...

He was just waiting.

For what? An Islamic holy day?

-That's why you have to
go up tomorrow.
-No way.

All you have to do is survive
and you'll put an end to this.

Or get another pilot killed.

Forget it, all right?

I quit. No one else has to die.

What if some of your
buddies start thinking

that maybe this jinx
wore off on them somehow?

You have to put an end to this

or the Howlers
could be destroyed.

So, what, I force
someone to fly with me?

No one wants to do it,
except for Bishop,

and he has to be at the funeral.

I'll fly with you.

Well, he fought
bedtime all the way,

but I think exhaustion
finally set in.

He's had a little too much
excitement this week.

Yeah. He's a good guy.

Yeah.

He thinks you're all right, too.

Yeah?

He asked me how long
you were gonna stay.

What did you tell him?

I... I said I didn't know.

I don't wanna confuse him.

I think I'm the one
who's confused.

Me too.

I thought I was done with
you live-life-on-the-edge types.

I'm slowing down.

Yeah, right.

That's why you're going up there
tomorrow when no one else will.

Well, I'm not jumping
up and down about it.

I, uh...

He just needs me.

The story of your life.

Is that why you come here?

Because you think we need you?

At first, yeah.

But somewhere along the way,

I stopped coming
just to check in on you.

Harm...

I don't... I don't want to start
something for the wrong reasons.

You just do more damage
than good when you leave.

Then maybe I shouldn't leave.

No. You have to.

Why?

Because I want you to stay.

Well, now I know I'm confused.

Sorry.

It's just the thought
of you and me and...

Josh.

It's a little
overwhelming for me.

[bugle playing Taps]

[Ayers] Thirty knots overtake.

Twenty.

Ten.

Line it up. Approaching
point alpha.

From a grateful nation.

Two, one, pull.

Neptune Strike.
Firefighter 104.

Fly-by complete.

Inbound at 50 miles with
a flight of four Tomcats. Over.

[control] Roger, 104.

Case one recovery.

Tanker's at Angels 20. Over.

Roger.

Why do they need to tank?

Oh, that's standard
operating procedure, Ma'am.

They always practice
tanking before they land.

It's usually just
a couple of dry plugs.

[Ayers] Sir, you can
skip tanking if you want.

I mean, It's not really
important for you to practice.

We're up here to
prove a point, Pete.

Let's take it all
the way, all right?

Yes, sir.

Tanker is 30 miles at 1030.

Fifty knots overtake.

[man] Firefighter 104.
Cleared for maneuvers. Over.

Roger. Starting in.

Ayers, we got turbulence!

[Ayers] Oh, not now!

Lift it at three o'clock!

Pull back! Pull back!

[both grunting]

Commander! Harm!

-I'm ejecting!
-Negative!

-Are you clear?
-Do not eject!

I repeat, do not eject!

[Ayers] Are you okay?

I'm a little dizzy!

I got plexi in my eye.

You're going to have
to help me with the landing.

Negative! We have to eject!

No! We eject and this jinx
lives on forever!

How far is El Toro?

Fifteen miles!

That's our field!

[control] Firefighter 104,
Radar Control. Come in. Over.

Roger. Radar control.

We took a basket to the canopy!

The pilot took a hit
to the head, but he
thinks he can land.

Recommend redirect to El Toro!

[control] Roger. Confirm
direct to MCAS El Toro.

We'll alert emergency
rescue. Over.

Wilco!

Stay with me, Pete!

Where am I?

The field is ten miles out
at 025.

-[siren blaring]
-[man on PA]
ART forty-nine fifty-one.

Prepare for
emergency landing on 5.

[Ayers] Can you see at all, sir?

[Harm] A little! But I can't
see my instrument panel!

What's my air speed?

You're okay!

You're at 190
knots and decelerating.

Give me some power.

How's my lineup?

You're good! Good,
but you're a little high!

Ease it down!

My attitude straight?

[Ayers] Yeah, you're level.
Just bring it in.

Slow down! Your rate
of descent is too high!

Gears and flaps down!

You're drifting
a little to the left.

Come right, Harm.

Commander, can you hear me?

Yeah, I'm here!

You're drifting!
Bend to the right!

All right, we've
cleared the fence!

Just bring her down!

[tires screeching]

You got it.

Just slow her down.

[sirens blaring]

[Ayers] You did it, Commander!

We did it, Lieutenant.

We did it.

[man] All right. Let's go!
Move! Move! Move!

[tower] Neptune Approach,
El Toro Tower.

We have 104 on deck.

And he looks okay.

[paramedic] Here you go, sir.
Let me give you a hand.

[Harm] It's okay. I'm all right.

What is it, Lieutenant?

A piece of Plexiglas, sir.

It was jammed under
my ejection firing pin.

My seat wouldn't have fired.
If we had tried to punch out,

your ejection seat
would have cooked me.

[Harm] Well, it's
a good thing we didn't.

Hell, Lieutenant,

it looks like
your luck's changing.

I thought you didn't
believe in luck, sir?

Only the good kind.

Hell, Lieutenant, I'd fly
with you anytime.

You're untouchable.

And he shoots, he scores!

-Hey, Harm!
-Hey.

Got my cast off.

All right!

I've got some stitches myself.

What happened?

Hit a little turbulence.
I made the goal, though.

-Your mom's inside, right?
-Yeah.

Well, well!

It's the JAG
warrior jinx-breaker.

Have you come to fix the roof?

Can't. Afraid of heights.

[laughing] Oh.

I guess I'll have to let the
next tenants worry about that.

You took the job?

I figured I'd better do it
before I lost my nerve.

Well, what happened
to being overwhelmed?

I'm finding it, uh, gets
in the way of things.

Like happiness?

Friendship.

I'm breaking away from here.

And I want to make sure
I can do it on my own.

It's gonna take some
time to start over.

But when I'm on my feet,

I want to call you.

Well, now that's
something worth waiting for.

[jets roaring]

[triumphant music]