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[distant bell clanking]

[seagulls screeching]

This ship's a fire waiting to happen.

We ain't even got an extinguisher.

We should be so lucky.

Then they'll have to scrap her.

What about asbestos?

There isn't any.

What if there is?

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

So, what are you worried about?

You'll be dead by then anyway.

That's it, we're in.

Knock it in.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[yells]

That asbestos?

What the hell is spooking you, Andy?

This ship. It's giving me the willies.

I'm going to give you the willies

if you don't knock it off.

Well, well, well...

What have we here?

Oh, damn!

Andy, come back here!

Andy!

[sighs]

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

[distant groan]

[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 playing]

[Chegwidden] The City of Alameda's attempting to preserve

the USS Hornet as a museum ship.

While workers were inspecting her hull for corrosion,

-they found a skeleton in the void. -The void, sir?

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

Admiral, the void is sealed during construction.

How would a body get in there?

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

Enlighten us, Mr. Roberts.

She was a double-hulled ship, too, sir.

During construction, a ship fitter

fell asleep in the void

and was accidentally sealed inside.

They said that you could hear him pounding for years.

Years, Bud?

Obviously, it was his ghost, ma'am.

Obviously.

When they scrapped the Great Eastern, sir,

they found a skeleton between the hulls.

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

He was a naval aviator

who apparently died of a fractured skull.

Murder, sir?

Looks that way.

He was hidden in the void with no identification

other than wings, bars...

and this patch.

This is a Skoshi Tigers patch, Admiral.

They were a South Vietnamese air force squadron...

Flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.

Yeah. Which means that our skeleton was entombed

-during the Vietnam era. -Oh.

God, my father flew off the Hornet

on his first tour...

Could have been in this guy's squadron.

Very well may have, Commander.

Uh, sir, isn't this technically

a matter for Alameda homicide

since the Hornet's their museum ship?

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

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

she'll be sold as scrap.

In any case, the victim died

while the Hornet was in commission.

Alameda homicide says this investigation

is all ours, or I should say

all yours. Let's get to it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Alameda's across the bay from San Francisco.

-A cork's throw from the Napa Valley. -Fisherman's wharf.

The wine country. Chinatown.

-B&Bs. -We're investigating a murder, people,

not taking a vacation.

Bud, you're going to have to stay behind in Washington

-to do research. -Uh, sir, I have a portable computer.

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

Bud, I want chapter and verse

on the Hornet during the Vietnam war...

Engagements, campaigns, UA, missing personnel...

Anything and everything. Also, joint operations they had with the Skoshi Tigers.

Aye, aye, sir.

[mouthing]

Yours is not to reason why...

Yours is but...

to do research.

You ever fly off her?

Nah, she's too small to handle Tomcats,

but I was on her once.

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

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

Very funny.

I'm a funny lady.

Why do I feel like whistling?

Because you have an overactive imagination.

[Roberts] I really appreciate this, Harriet.

[Sims] No problem.

We can see the movie another time.

See, that's what I like about you, Harriet.

-You're so understanding. -What's not to understand?

-Duty's duty, Bud. -Believe me,

other girls aren't nearly as sympathetic.

Other girls?

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

you're the only girl I wanted to see since...

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

A long time.

[woman] Hi, Buddy!

Milly... I didn't know

you'd be working tonight.

I work every Friday night...

unless I have a date.

[thunder rumbling]

"Buddy"?

It's a-- a-- a.term of, um...

Of endearment.

Uh, yeah. Yeah. No.

[stammering]

Uh, Milly, this is Ensign Sims.

Harriet, this is Milly Shaker.

If you're looking for anything in navy records,

Milly knows where it's buried.

-[chuckling] -Wow. I'm impressed.

You must have quite a filing system, huh?

No, uh, just a great memory.

Uh, Milly, I need to research the USS Horny...

Hornet.

[laughing] Um, which one?

-There are eight. -The last one.

I need to see your records from '61 to '75.

Are you going to spend the weekend with me, Buddy?

Excuse me?

We can't computer-search those records.

They're only on microfilm.

That takes time.

Well, Buddy...

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

Ensign Sims is going to help me.

-Mm-hmm. -Did you bring cookies?

Cookies?

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

[thunder crashing]

[Rabb] Two-Delta-42... it should be down here.

Six tack Victor...

eight tack Victor...

There it is...

The hole they cut in the void.

Looks like they removed all the evidence.

Hmm...

[distant groan]

What was that?

Oh, that's metal contracting.

The ship's cooling as the sun goes down.

[shuffling sound and rapid footsteps]

That is not metal contracting.

Kill your light.

No!

Kill your light.

Well... what are you two doing down here in the dark?

Uh... wondering if you were a ghost.

Not that I'm aware of.

Lieutenant Mark Falcon, Alameda Homicide.

I'm Major Sarah MacKenzie.

This is Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.

I thought Alameda Homicide

was handing this one over to JAG.

Oh, we are, Commander.

I'm here on my own time.

Never could pass up a good mystery.

Thought I'd give you a hand.

-Any idea how he might have got in here? -Not really.

I've checked the void from bulkhead... to bulkhead,

and as you can see,

it's completely sealed except for the, uh,

hole the salvagers cut to get in here.

They said they were inspecting for rust

before making a bid to scrap her, but...

-You don't believe them? -No.

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

No, they were looking for something else. What?

Anything left behind by the original shipbuilders...

Lunch buckets, tools, magazines, mostly junk,

but 50-year-old junk's worth a buck today

especially if it comes from a famous ship.

I hope Alameda can raise enough money

to save the old girl.

She was a hell of a ship in her day.

[Rabb] You serve on her?

No. No, I was an Army MP.

Spent my year in Saigon chasing AWOLs

and breaking up bar fights.

What do you make of that flight patch

-found on the skeleton? -Oh, just that it wasn't his.

Medical examiner said the skeleton was Caucasian

and that patch was South Vietnamese.

Although, I don't recall ever seeing it.

It's a Skoshi Tigers patch.

They flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.

Wish my partner were that quick with the answers.

Me, too.

[Rabb] My dad flew 167 missions over the north,

half of them from this deck.

Have you told him about this?

He didn't come back.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's 10:00 p.m. to your stomachs.

You guys have got to be starved.

I know a little fish place

where the Branzino's as good as in Italy.

What is it, Commander?

Nothing. Let's eat!

You're 11 minutes late.

Ten.

Eleven. You probably dropped a minute

when you reset your watch.

Probably.

UPS overnight for you.

From La Jolla.

The tapes.

I had my mom send them.

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

Let me guess... Billy Joel?

-Chris Cross? -Kenny Rogers?

These are letter tapes from my father.

[Harm's father] Morning, Trish.

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

Hot and muggy...

My mom cassetted the tapes

my dad sent her from the Hornet in '66.

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

-Tom Boone, the CAG on the Seahawk? -Yeah, he was my dad's wingman.

Hammer and tong were flying cover

and decided to stick close to their rice bowls.

Can't say that I blame them.

How's my boy? I hope you're playing these tapes

so he won't forget my voice.

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

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

I'll be home soon.

I love you guys.

[turns off player]

That was recorded on the Hornet

near the end of his first tour in '66.

He came back from that one.

You're still hoping he's alive.

[sighs] Well... chances are ten million to one against it.

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

[man] The mechanism of injury was blunt force trauma

causing an oblique fracture to the base of the skull.

Preliminary examination indicates that the deceased

was Caucasian male, between 25 and 30...

[blows]

years of age.

Oh, that was found clutched in his right hand.

Clutched in a skeleton's hand?

Yes, see, as the, as the flesh deteriorated,

the-- the bones maintained their position.

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

The South Vietnamese wore patches

Velcroed to the front of their flight jackets.

How about if, in a struggle

our lieutenant snatched this off his murderer's jacket?

Oh, that's possible.

I assume this was found with the remains?

Yes, uh, um...

around the-the left radial and the ulna.

Looks like a go-to-hell watch.

What's a go-to-hell watch?

It was standard issue to combat flight crews.

No names or inscriptions in case they were captured.

There should be a serial number though.

Well, there is. Maybe we can trace it.

-You keep records that far back? -Hey, this is the navy, Doc.

We have Popeye's enlistment papers on record somewhere.

The big question is, where?

Federal stock number, Delta-3-6-8-4.

Lot number four, 5-8-7-7-1.

[Sims] 5-8-7-7-1.

I found it.

Now, we're looking for serial number 1-9-2-9-3...

3-7. I know, Bud.

You're terrific, Harriet.

Mm-hmm. Not so terrific.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were so terrific,

you wouldn't be dating girls like Milly.

I'm not dating Milly

or anyone else, except you.

So, does this mean we're going steady?

Steady?

[sighs]

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

Uh... ah! There.

Serial number 1-9-2-9-3-7

was issued to Lieutenant Brian Tate

on September 13th...

1974.

He's our skeleton, Harm.

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

That's the day Saigon fell.

Vietnamese were fleeing to our ships

in everything from helos to sampans.

One of them was a Skoshi Tiger bent on murder.

Yeah, but why?

And where is he now?

Hey, wasn't Lieutenant Falcon supposed to meet us here at 1300?

He's six minutes late.

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

to the Alameda Medical Examiner,

and see if there's a refugee list

in the Hornet's records.

Harm, Bud's been at it nonstop for 32 hours

and 24 minutes.

How do you do that?

My mother's Swiss.

[chuckles]

Okay, after he faxes the dental records

and does a refugee search, he can hit the rack

for a couple hours. And when he's back at it,

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

-Hull damage? -Yeah, if she had hull damage,

they might have opened the void to repair it.

That's brilliant, Harm.

Only if I'm right.

Hey, where you going?

I'm going to take a walk with my dad.

[Harm's father] Hi, Trish. Got the day off

and thought I'd give you and Harm

a tour of the Hornet at sea.

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

I wish you could see how beautiful this is.

Here goes the first one!

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

so I'm going inside

where I can talk without shouting.

Hey, who are you?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb, JAG.

I'm investigating the remains found in the void.

Sibby Lonegro. I found those remains.

While inspecting for corrosion.

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

If Alameda can't come up with the cash,

I turn this rust bucket into razor blades.

She's no rust bucket, Mr. Lonegro.

Nothing romantic about it to me, Commander.

I served on flattops.

All I remember is hot bunkin', dogwatches

and the stink of aviation fuel.

[sniffs] I can still smell it,

and she hasn't launched a bird in years.

Well, it smells pretty good to me.

Ooh, you got it bad.

Thirty-year type for sure.

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

I kept them together.

Now I tear them apart.

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

That's okay. I'll find my own way.

Suit yourself.

But don't go past any chains.

These decks ain't safe beyond them.

Here we are on the hangar deck, Trish.

It's not nearly as noisy as topside

even though it's busier than hell.

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

It seems like half the intruders on board down here

are being patched up.

Those boys take a hell of a beating.

Everything from SAMs to rocks.

Thank God I fly high

where there's nothing to worry about.

Sorry I'm late, Major.

I was waiting for a fax.

We identified the skeleton.

-He's a Lieutenant Brian Tate. -Tate, huh?

-I figured it was him or Lieutenant Sturgis. -What do you mean?

The fax I was waiting for was a list of officers

missing off the Hornet during the Vietnam war.

If you eliminate the MIAs, there were only two:

A Lieutenant Sturgis, who jumped ship in Hong Kong,

and a Lieutenant Tate, who was lost at sea.

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

Well, I could ask you the same question, Sarah.

Well, we just did it this morning.

So did I.

[sighs] You're right. I'm... I'm sorry, Mark.

That's all right. Forget it.

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

-How'd you like the Branzino last night? -It was terrific.

Good. How about a San Francisco steak house tonight?

Yeah, Harm's practically a vegetarian.

I wasn't figuring on asking him.

-Is that a problem? -No, not at all.

Good. By the way, where is the commander?

Walking with his dad.

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

where Tom and I are billeted.

After debriefing, we grab a cup of java

and head to our quarters for some rack time.

I swear, Trish, if we're not flying, we're sleeping,

especially Tom.

Speak of the devil,

you'll never guess who joined me, Trish.

Hey, Trish, it's the man you should've married.

Hey, it's a private conversation, Tom.

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

while I get rid of this interloper.

[metallic clatter]

[distant groan]

[distant groan]

[Harm's father] I'm back, Trish.

I had to threaten Tom with physical abuse

to let me finish this tape alone.

Hey, here's the knee-knockers Harm kept tripping over

on visitor's day.

I'll never forget the way he'd get up after each fall

and try again.

I like that. It shows fortitude

which will take him a long way in life.

[sighs]

[Rabb grunts]

[grunting]

Mac?

[MacKenzie] Harm, where are you?

[groaning]

Harm!

Yeah?

You all right, Commander?

Yeah. I told you

not to cross any chains.

[grunts]

What chain?

You ripped right through it.

There was no chain there.

I didn't rip through anything.

Maybe you don't remember.

Shock can do that.

We need to get you to a doctor, Harm.

I'm okay, Mac. Whoa.

I was okay until you blasted me in the eyes

with the light.

Your pupils are contracting, but slowly.

You need to see a doctor.

[Falcon] Major's right, Commander.

That had to be a nasty fall.

I've hit harder landing a Tomcat.

Sounds like you're accident-prone, Commander.

Somebody took that chain down.

Who? There's no one else on board except us.

[distant groan]

[Lonegro chuckling]

Maybe the old girl did it.

Doesn't like you poking around in her innards.

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

[chuckles]

You're right.

Maybe it's me she's after.

Ooh, I better get out of here

before I have an accident.

Did he come down ahead of you?

No. He came down with us.

He was with someone

when he discovered the skeleton, wasn't he?

Yeah. His partner.

Had a Greek name.

Uh, "Andy" something.

Kochifis. Andy Kochifis.

You don't think your fall was an accident.

There was no chain there.

After I fell, I saw...

-saw... -Saw what?

Somebody was up there looking down at me.

I'm getting you to a doctor.

I don't need a doctor, Mac.

I just need to get on deck.

[MacKenzie] Why would Lonegro or his partner want to see you hurt?

[Falcon] They want to scrap this ship.

Maybe they figure an accident on top of the skeleton

will give Alameda second thoughts

about bringing tourists on board.

[Rabb] Or they want to end to this investigation

before we find out they're involved.

[MacKenzie] How could they be?

-Tate was murdered 22 years ago. -Lonegro let it slip

that he served five years on carriers as a welder.

If he was on the Hornet when Tate was killed,

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

-Whoa. The void was opened in '75? -Well, it had to be.

That's the only way Tate's body could've gotten in there.

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

Makes sense, but if Lonegro was the murderer,

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

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

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

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

How about if Sarah and I question him

before we go to San Francisco tonight?

I'm sorry, Mark,

I'll have to take a rain check on that steak.

-I want to keep an eye on Harm. -No, no, no, no, no.

I am not going to hear about you missing

a San Francisco steak dinner to babysit me. I'm fine.

You two go on your date.

I'm not leaving you in this condition.

Yes, you are.

And as senior officer in this investigation,

Major, that's an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

You sure, Commander?

I'm positive. I'm fine.

[distant groan]

[MacKenzie] So you and Sibby

torched into the void to check for corrosion?

Yeah, that's right.

What did you care if the hull was corroded?

You wanted to turn the Hornet into scrap.

Because rusted scrap iron ain't worth crap,

if you pardon the expression.

-I don't think so. -What?

I don't think I'll pardon the expression

and I don't think I believe you.

[laughs] Well, who gives a damn, lady?

[grunting]

I give a damn, and I'm not a lawyer.

-I'm a street cop. -Okay, okay!

Now, what were you looking for in that void?

I told you, we were looking for... oh... gold.

We were looking for gold. Go on.

Sibby was on the Hornet after the war,

and he said that all the 'Nam vets

were searching for this gold

that this Vietnamese colonel smuggled on

after Saigon fell,

but nobody found nothing.

Then Sibby reads in an old damage-control log

that a repair party opened the void

while this Vietnamese colonel was still on board.

So he figures the gold is hid there.

[panting] But all we found was that skeleton.

Oh!

See there? Telling the truth

always makes you feel better.

[groaning]

[Rabb] Bud, did you get ahold of that refugee list?

[Roberts] Uh, yes, sir,

and one of them was a Skoshi Tiger...

Colonel Nguyen.

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

Why was he being airlifted to Guam?

The records don't say, Commander,

but I checked the manifest,

and besides the flight crew and Colonel Nguyen,

there's an SOG officer on board.

SOG? That was the cover used by the CIA in 'Nam.

Interesting, isn't it, sir?

Very interesting.

You're doing a great job, Bud. Keep it up.

Thank you, sir.

[thunder crashing]

Does Harm know you got your feet on his desk?

I-- I didn't realize that I had...

What are you doing here, Mr. Webb?

You were working late.

I thought you might like a pizza.

An el nino...

and with anchovies.

Your favorite.

How do you know it was my favorite?

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

Knowing things is how one survives on the Potomac.

Knowing I like an el nino with anchovies?

And a fragola frappe.

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

Oh, for God sakes, Roberts, just enjoy it.

I don't want information from you.

You don't?

No.

I have information to give you.

[thunder crashing]

[footsteps approaching]

Hello, there.

Hey!

[Rabb] Hey, wait!

[Rabb panting and gasping]

Wait!

Dad.

Dad.

[wheezing]

[thud]

[distant groan]

[cell phone dialing]

[beeping]

Damn. My phone can't get out.

Too much steel down here.

You'll have to go up on deck.

I'm not leaving him again.

I'll do it.

Thanks, Mark.

Yeah.

Harm?

[groans]

Oh, Mac. What are you doing here?

When you weren't in your quarters,

we came back out looking for you.

Harm, you've been unconscious.

I never should have left you.

I, uh... I remember talking to Bud about a...

Skoshi Tiger colonel.

-Nguyen. -Yeah.

His plane was sabotaged flying to Guam.

Sabotaged?

He didn't tell me it was sabotaged.

Well, Bud spoke to you before Webb came in.

Webb? CIA's involved?

What? What is it, Mac?

Later. In the hospital. An ambulance is on the way.

No, no, no, you tell me now.

[sighing]

Webb told Bud to warn us.

The KGB is following our investigation.

KGB? Wh...? How are they involved?

Colonel Nguyen boarded the Hornet with a list of names...

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

What kind of list?

[sighing]

American MIAs the KGB

were holding in Russia at the end of the war.

Oh, God.

If... my... f-father might...

The colonel approached two CIA agents

who were airlifted to the Hornet when Saigon fell.

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

The other disappeared when the Hornet docked.

The CIA believes he was a double agent

working for the Russians.

They think that he sabotaged

the plane so that that list would not come to light.

Why weren't we told?

[scoffs] Tell us what, Harm? A rumor?

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

W-- wait a minute.

How is Tate involved in this?

Colonel Nguyen was quartered with him when he came on board.

Why would Nguyen kill Tate?

Tate must have seen the list.

He didn't just see it, Mac.

He must have seen where he hid it. Think about it.

Colonel Nguyen would not keep the list with him.

The list must still be here somewhere.

-Harm, sit down, please. -No, it's okay.

I just... I just need a little air.

Mac, I saw my dad.

I followed him to his quarters.

He was trying to tell me something...

Maybe where the list is hidden.

Harm, you've been listening to your dad's tapes,

walking in his footsteps.

Maybe the concussion caused you...

I wasn't hallucinating, I saw him, Mac. I saw my dad.

An ambulance is on the way.

I'm not leaving until I find that list.

[tape rewinding]

[Harm's father] It shows fortitude

which will take him a long way in life.

Here we are 0-3-Lima-1-2-4-Papa...

My home on the Hornet.

What's the number?

2-2-6-Papa.

This isn't my dad's.

Harm, you were hallucinating.

No, no, no, I wasn't.

Mac, I didn't see my dad.

Thank God.

I saw Lieutenant Tate.

Harm...

These are his quarters.

Don't you see?

He led me here.

He wants me to find the list.

Harm, we're getting you topside to a hospital. [rewinding tape]

Sarah's right, Commander, you need medical attention.

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

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

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

Here's to you, Harm and Trish...

[sniffles]

It's in Vietnamese...

except for the names and the dates.

He's in here.

It's... he was transferred to Russia.

He could still be alive.

I'll get him.

The book. The book!

I got it, Commander.

The ship's on fire.

That bastard.

Who?

Lonegro. Who else?

He wants this ship for scrap.

He burns it,

it'll never be a museum.

Come on, we got to find another way out.

Damn it, it's everywhere.

The passageways are acting like wind tunnels.

-Down. -[coughing]

-Down! -He's right.

Fire rises.

We need to get below it.

[Rabb and Falcon coughing]

[Falcon] Easy, Commander.

Easy.

We got to close that hatch.

The fire's sucking the air out.

You're right.

How you doing?

Oh, very tired.

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

I don't know.

Maybe we can wait it out.

[explosion]

I don't think so.

We got to get out of here now!

There!

That way!

Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure!

[coughing]

[explosion]

[sirens wailing]

[coughing]

I don't know how you did that.

I didn't do it.

He did.

[triumphant music playing]

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

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

He's going to get the list from the police evidence safe

and head straight to Travis

so he should be arriving at Andrews by 2100.

I wish he had a marine security detachment with him.

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

That list is going to toast the KGB.

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

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

You're right.

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

The commander also wanted me to say thank you

and that he owes you.

His dad paid that debt long ago.

[elevator dings]

Just when I think I've got him figured...

He says something nice.

Yeah.

I misjudged you, too, Bud.

-Me? -Yeah.

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

Gosh, no, Harriet. I only want one girl in port... you.

Does this mean we're going steady?

I... guess so.

Oh, Bud.

Hi, Buddy.

Uh... ooh...

[both chuckle nervously]

[MacKenzie] I wouldn't have bet anyone could confine you

-to a hospital bed for two days. -[Rabb] I slept the first day.

After that, the nurse threatened to tie me down

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

Ooh, kinky.

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

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

Absolutely. I ever tell you why

a female marine is like the energizer bunny?

On second thought, let's not.

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

A homicide cop... They'd eat anything.

Don't get wise, kid.

Want me to take 'em back? I'll take 'em back.

No. Leave the pepperoni and sausage.

Hey, you want the pepperoni and sausage,

you got the take the pineapple and anchovies.

-You ain't getting a tip. -I never get a tip.

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

Lieutenant! You take care of these officers?

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're here to meet Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

Uh, about what?

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

It's a book. It's in the station safe.

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

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

Well, Lieutenant Mark Falcon does.

Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

[speaking in Russian]

[pilot speaking Russian over intercom]

[pilot] Please fasten your seatbelts

for our final approach into Moscow International.

[Rabb] I'll find him, Mac.

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