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[man] Reprisal, this is Big Eye.

Target drone is on station.

Range is clear.

You may launch intercept.

[man 2] Reprisal, Hawkeye,

we've acquired the target, switching to attack radar.

[beeping]

Target in sight, armament master on.

[man 1] Hawkeye flight, Big Eye.

We have an unidentified civilian aircraft entering the range.

Sir, there's an unidentified aircraft

-in the missile test range. -Did you get an ID?

Big Eye's saying it's a commercial passenger plane.

-U.S. Airline? -No, sir, according to the signal code,

-its North Korean. -What are they doing in the middle of a test range?

-I'll ask them, sir. -Negative. I don't want them alerted

this was anything special.

Abort the missile test.

I'll alert the skipper. Aye, aye, sir.

Hawkeye, Reprisal, safety your missiles.

We have a civilian airliner in the test range.

Repeat, safety your missiles.

We have a civilian airliner in the test range. Over.

Reprisal, Hawkeye, flight safetying master switch.

This is Hawkeye... Missile fired, missile fired!

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

Oh, God.

[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] A marine F/A-18 squadron

deployed on the carrier Reprisal

was testing a new version of the AMRAAM missile.

During the tests one of the missiles

brought down a North Korean civilian airliner.

-[man] Attention on deck! -As you were.

-How many casualties, sir? -31. No survivors.

North Korean government claims the aircraft

was on a trial run with company executives.

Well, I suppose they're blaming us.

It was our missile, Commander.

In an hour, the president

starts apologizing to everyone on the planet.

The White House has a lot of questions

and they want the answers.

What was a North Korean airliner

doing in a navy test zone anyway?

That's one of the questions.

Probably drifted off course.

That's what the Captain of the Reprisalthinks.

Well, what are the North Koreans claiming?

That, uh, we were...

"Notified of the flight and acted with malicious intent."

That's bull.

Uh, sir.

Didn't our radar detect the North Korean plane?

Apparently it did, but not in time to stop the missile launch.

Who's the skip of the Reprisal,Admiral?

Captain Ray Hubbard.

Good man. Shiphandler.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Flight's at 1300.

I expect a preliminary report

in 36 hours. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander. Major. If a naval officer...

Pilot or skipper... caused the death of those civilians,

I expect you to find the evidence to prove it.

Is that clear?

And if he didn't, sir?

Then there is a God.

Just what the Navy needs... Another "incident."

Yeah, especially with the North Koreans.

Sir, do you think they'll retaliate at all, do you?

What do you mean? Like shoot one of our planes down?

Yeah, a plane or a helicopter, or...

the one that's taking us to the Reprisal?

Yes, sir.

Nah, I don't think so.

Although to be on the safe side,

I'd wear a flak jacket.

Bud, the flak jacket idea is totally ridiculous.

You think so, Major?

Oh, absolutely.

Yeah. Me, too.

You'd do much better

sitting on your helmet.

Well, I guess that cancels dinner.

Well, I'll freeze the steaks.

I'm going to miss you.

Me, too.

Call if you need anything?

Okay.

Bud?

Yeah?

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too.

I'm not the one

who needs to sit on his helmet.

I'll call when I get a chance.

Bud?

I don't suppose I could...

get a good-bye kiss, could I?

I... really don't think so.

I love you.

[chuckles lightly]

Gentlemen. Ma'am. I'm Tim McGuss.

Captain Hubbard's waiting for you

on the bridge.

Lay on, McGuss.

I get that a lot, sir.

It's nice to be underway again, sir.

That it is, Bud.

Navair gave us the newest version of the AMRAAM missile.

It's got a carbon composition and a low-signature surface. Invisible to radar.

Well, that's the theory, Commander.

We were testing it under combat conditions.

They were supposed to have shot down an unmanned drone.

Captain, is there any doubt

our missile hit the North Korean airliner?

CAG?

The missile had a locator.

If it went dumb, landed in the ocean

we'd still be hearing a signal. We're not.

We've got a salvage vessel sailing for the crash site right now.

Obviously, we'll know more once the wreckage is recovered.

Where is the F/A-18 now, sir?

In the hangar bay. Nobody's looked at it

or touched it, pending your investigation

except the missile rail's been detached.

Navair and Natops are standing by.

CAG, who fired the missile, sir?

Captain Ryder was flying the aircraft.

He said he didn't fire the missile

and that it launched for unexplained reasons.

Do you believe that, sir?

Well, I live in a two-choice world, Major.

Either I'm a lousy CAG, and my pilots lie to me,

or I believe them.

[man 1] ...of test range. Over.

[man 2] Reprisal, Hawkeye flight,

safetying master switch.

This is Hawkeye!

Missile fired, missile fired.

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

You didn't shut off your armament master switch?

No, sir. I didn't get a chance.

The missile fired as I was reaching for it.

I see you had some problems back in the spring.

Your flight training scores went down six weeks in a row.

A missed weapons check... unsecured cockpit...

Yes, ma'am. My performance took a nose-dive.

I requested temporary removal from flight status.

At the time,

my brother was on medical leave.

He was at Portsmouth Naval Hospital...

Cancer.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you, ma'am.

A month ago, you requested to be put back on flight status.

After my brother

went into remission, yeah.

Captain Ryder, is it possible

you accidentally fired the missile?

No, ma'am, it is not.

Well, somehow that missile got fired, Captain.

I know... ma'am.

But not by me.

You know, back in the '80s the navy had a T.F.O.A. Program

to explain situations like this one.

T.F.O.A.?

"Things falling off aircraft."

[chuckling] Yeah.

Now, that's a good explanation

for getting around pilot error.

I'm not convinced it's pilot error.

What else could it be?

I don't know yet.

[man] Commander. Major.

Walt Rockwell, communications officer.

-Welcome aboard. -Thanks.

-Nice to meet you. -The North Koreans claim their plane's flight plan

was sent to all the ships in the area.

I checked our communication logs.

Why do I get the feeling you never received one?

You must have E.S.P.

You ever have North Korean planes

fly through a test range before?

No. We never work near regular flight regions.

After you.

[man] Reprisal, this is the Seastar.

We are onsite and definitely pinging something

on the bottom at 100 fathoms.

Be advised we have company.

Two Huchon-class destroyers are approaching.

We are now launching our remote control camera unit.

[Hubbard] TheSeastar has located the wreckage

and has sent down a camera probe.

She's also reporting

North Korean destroyers on their way.

Flash message from Seventh Fleet, sir.

All right, Seventh Fleet has ordered us

to proceed to the salvage site

to ensure that the Koreans

don't interfere with the recovery operation.

Gator, plot an intercept course

and time-to-station at flank speed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, salvage vessel reports

the North Korean cruiser Chosonhas fired

a warning shot across her bow.

[Hubbard] Bill, get a section of tomcats up

to cover the salvaged ship until we get there.

-Yes, sir. -And send a message to the North Koreans.

We are in international waters,

and we'll take any measures necessary

to protect the interests of the United States.

Send that right now. Aye, aye, sir.

Gator, have you got a solution for me yet?

Yes, sir. Heading three-three-seven at 25 knots

will put us there in 14 hours, 20 minutes.

Make it so.

[Rabb] The amber symbol in the middle is our salvage vessel.

[Roberts] Those white ships ours?

[Rabb] Yeah. The red are the North Koreans.

They say they'll open fire if we stay in the area.

They're bluffing.

-You think so? -[Hubbard] Captain Easy?

Have Commander Rockwell radio our destroyers.

Protect the salvage vessel. Shouldering is authorized.

-Push the North Korean ships aside if they won't move. -Aye, aye, sir.

Commander, don't you have an accident to investigate?

Yes, sir.

Then I suggest you get to it.

Aye, aye, sir. Let's go.

[MacKenzie] JAG officers investigating the aircraft.

We looking for anything in particular?

[Rabb] Maybe. I'll know it when I find it.

-The admiral wants a report by 20:00, huh? -He'll have it.

Captain said they removed the launch rails.

-Oh. -What?

Look at this.

Looks like scorch marks.

It is...

from a burning missile engine.

When a missile launches, it drops away

from the wing before the engine ignites.

This missile ignited before it left the wing.

Maybe the pilot fired it and it ignited prematurely.

Maybe. Maybe something else caused it to ignite.

I've worked with Ordnance for 15 years.

I've dealt with every kind of weapon the Marine Corps has.

-You loaded the AMRAAMs for the missile test? -I did.

Could there have been a problem with the firing mechanism?

It was a prototype missile, after all.

No, sir. The firing mechanism was standard.

It was the missile skin that was being tested.

Besides, we always double-check everything.

We wouldn't want them exploding and killing a pilot.

It's a terrible thing, this airliner blowing up.

There's not a soul on this carrier that's not upset by it.

Gunner, you say there's no way the missile was defective,

but there is another possibility.

If you mean, "Was it properly mounted?"

Yes, it was; I checked myself.

So why did it ignite prematurely?

I can't explain it, Major. I wish I could.

That's not an adequate answer, Gunner.

It's the only one I've got, ma'am.

Uh, Gunner, we'll contact you if we have

any further questions, thank you.

Yes, sir.

Take it easy, Mac.

We're not getting any answers.

All we're hearing is, "I can't explain it."

Well, you're not going to get any answers by bullying people, either.

Me? Bullying?

Didn't think it was possible, did you?

No.

You know, you want to wrap this thing up quickly

-so you can go home. -I want to wrap this up quickly

so the admiral can get his report.

We have six hours and 22 minutes.

Mac, you want to go home.

You said so yourself.

I was just kidding about that, Harm.

I don't know if it's the sea you hate

or if it's that you love Washington

or you just miss old Dalton Lowne so doggone much...

Whoa! Stop right there. Is that what this is all about... Dalton Lowne?

And all the trappings a lawyer like him represents.

-And what is that? -Wealth, prestige, a Porsche...

Everything you don't get as a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, you're right. I am interested in Dalton...

as a mannot as some hook to a better career.

That is the stupidest thing you have ever said.

All right. Okay.

Maybe I'm wrong.

You are.

[buzzing]

There. That's it. That quick "bzzt."

I hear it, but I don't recognize it.

-Let me stretch it out. -Any progress, Bud?

Yes, sir, you should listen to this.

[typing]

[buzzing]

What is it, sir?

I think I know how the missile was triggered.

That sound is radar sweeping the Hornet.

Under some circumstances, a strong radar signal

can short-circuit a firing system

causing the missile motor

to ignite. Cause the missile motor to ignite.

-[Rabb] Did you hear the radar sweep when you were flying? -[Ryder] No, sir.

It must've gone by so fast that I missed it.

Is it possible you didn't mention it earlier

because it implicates someone in your own squadron?

As I said, ma'am,

I didn't hear it.

If I had, I'd have told you.

Well, somebody lit up your hornet, Captain.

Commercial airlines don't have that kind of radar.

Yes, sir,

but I have no idea where that radar came from.

And I assure you, it did not come from my squadron.

I'll stake my reputation on that.

Let's see what your fellow aviators have to say.

You're bulldozing, Mac.

Will you lighten up?

Try using a little finesse.

Coffee, sir? Ma'am?

[Rabb] Please.

[yelling]

[woman] Oh, my God!

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

Are you all right? Here, let me...

It's all right. Thank you.

It's all right... no permanent damage done.

[woman] I hope not, sir.

I am such a jerk.

You're sure you're all right?

This coffee is...

I know.

[woman] I'm so sorry.

[Rabb] It's all right. It's okay.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

No need for anything else.

Thanks.

Enjoying yourself?

CAG, your pilots are unanimous. No one made a mistake.

No one hit anyone else with their radar.

And I concur with that opinion.

We're all human, sir.

If I'd trained these men, I'd feel the same.

Major, executing a mission is like boiling an egg.

You don't wake up one day and suddenly do it different.

Sir, you had four aircraft in the air.

There were no other planes around.

The ship's radar didn't trigger that missile.

Conclusion: One of your pilots is responsible

and isn't admitting it.

Quacks like a duck,

walks like a duck,

but this time it's a goose.

I have no idea where that radar came from.

I know guys who'd give up a month's pay for this duty.

You think you're too good for the galley, don't you?

That's not true! Don't interrupt me

when I'm talking to you.

Is there a problem in here?

Nothing I can't handle, Major.

[MacKenzie] We're trying to conduct an interview in there.

Sorry, ma'am.

We're through.

Uh, you're not having a very good day, are you?

Uh, no, ma'am, I'm not.

I'm Major MacKenzie.

You are?

Seaman Alice Tuppany, ma'am.

So what was that all about?

Nothing.

Just a slight disagreement.

Looked like

more than a disagreement to me.

The senior chief

was chewing your head off.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time, ma'am.

Oh?

Three days ago, middle of my morning shift,

I leave the galley for, like, 15 minutes.

It was nothing. I was checking into C.I.C. for training.

That's what I really joined the Navy for.

I understand you'd want to observe combat operations,

but leaving the galley mid-shift is not a good idea.

I'm gone for, like, 15 minutes, and there's a fire

and the Senior Chief blames me.

Were you at fault?

No, ma'am, I was not.

Well, then why did he blame you?

'Cause I'm new or...

female.

Uh...

I'll talk to the Senior Chief.

Don't worry.

It's... it's what I do.

Thank you, ma'am.

[Roberts] And I checked with the air controllers,

and they claim that North Korean flights

often deviate from their regular flight paths

but that they always send out notice.

-Not this time. -No, sir.

Commander Rockwell checked all the messages received

in the past 72 hours,

and there was no such notice.

-Go back and recheck the messages. -Yes, sir.

I'll need clearance from Commander Rockwell.

-I'll get it for you. -He's not going to like that, sir.

Well, he'll do it anyway.

Have you seen my toothbrush?

I told you there was no communication

regarding an altered flight plan for the Koreans.

Then there should be no problem

with our checking the tapes.

My word or my competency?

Excuse me?

Which are you questioning?

-My word or my competency? -[chuckles]

Neither. Commander, I'm trying to conduct an investigation.

Ah. So, how's the investigation

-coming along? -It's going fine.

You know, as a class of warriors, pilots are the best.

But you do tend to take care of your own.

Do we?

I don't mean you personally but it does make you wonder:

Where did that radar come from?

What makes you think radar's the issue?

People talk.

No secrets here.

When you say that pilots take care of their own

you have someone specific in mind?

No.

Why would I want to blame anyone?

I'll go to the com room, get you those tapes.

I'll come with you.

I got to make a call anyway.

[man] Reprisal, this is Friar.

Two more North Korean frigates are entering

the search area.

[man 2] Seastar, Reprisal.

Be advised two more North Korean warships are approaching.

Continue salvage operation. We'll provide air coverage

until surface units reach you in 10 hours.

[man 1] Roger, Reprisal.

We appreciate that.

Admiral. Lieutenant Commander Rabb. How are you, sir?

I'll be doing a whole lot better, Commander, when I get your report.

SECNAV is all over my butt about this. What do you have?

We suspect a radar pulse caused the missile to fire.

We don't know where that radar came from.

Was it pilot error?

Too soon to say, sir.

[sighs]

All right. Well, stay on it.

You need anything from this end?

A moment, sir.

Commander, can I have

a moment of privacy?

No can do, Commander.

You know no one's left alone in the com room.

Admiral, I need service records and fitness reports

from the four pilots who were in the air at the time

and on the com officer,

Lieutenant Commander Walter Rockwell.

All right. Anything else?

Yes, sir, can you find out if any U.S. planes

were flying classified missions in the area

when the missile was fired?

Done.

[indistinct radio communication]

Admiral, I'll have to call you back.

[PA announcement] Repeat, this is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

All hands, condition three, condition three.

This is not a drill, this is not a drill.

[soldiers shouting in distance]

The Captain of theChoson

has issued an ultimatum.

We are to leave the area by dawn

and take the salvage vessel with us.

If we refuse, they will consider it

an act of war.

[Rabb] Looks like they're playing

"Who's going to blink first?", Skipper.

[Hubbard] It won't be us.

No, sir. I don't expect it will.

CAG, how many F-14s do you have in the air?

Six, Skipper. Tell Major Keneally

to make a low pass over the bridge of the Choson.

Tell him a speed of mach 1.2 is recommended.

Aye, aye, sir.

That'll shake their fillings.

Panther, Reprisal.

You are granted permission to boom the cruiser.

Reprisal, Panther, Roger that, on our way.

[sonic boom]

Weather brief. Comes in twice a day.

This one was at 0820, the day before the missile test.

That's an outbound transmission to our plane guard.

Time, 0909 same day. Whoa...

-Did you see that? -See what?

Well, looked like a... spike. There. That.

-What is it? -Looks like some kind of compressed digital signal.

-Like a burst transmission? -Mm-hmm.

-Pulse code modulated. -What's it from?

I don't know. It's unusual. Signal's real strong... huh.

It's going to take me a couple of hours

to break this down.

Maybe you'd like to go get a cup of coffee... sir.

Oh... uh, yeah.

[sighs]

All right, bye.

[ringing]

Ensign Sims.

Harriet.

Bud! Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Good, good. How are you?

You're there so late.

Yeah, I had some cases to file.

Anyway, I had a feeling that you might be calling.

Anyway, how are things?

How are things there?

Everything sounds so scary.

Well, we're at condition three, but it's nothing.

Bud, you're breaking up.

What are you saying?

I said, it's nothing.

I heard the North Koreans are threatening you.

Well, they basically said to get out of town,

and the captain told them to stick it,

and then he sonic boomed one of the lead Korean ships.

This connection is terrible.

Bud, do you think there's going to be fighting?

I don't know. This connection isterrible.

Can you hear me? I said, "I don't know."

Harriet, the reason I was calling because I wanted...

Bud, I can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

What?

Look, Harriet, I wanted to call to tell you

before anything happened

that... Harriet, I love you, too.

Harriet?

Harriet?

Bud?

Ah, damn!

I heard you, Bud.

This girl left her duties.

Technically, that's true, but you could have

let her go with a reprimand, Senior Chief.

Why is JAG getting involved in this anyway?

No, I'm here unofficially.

I'm just trying to simplify the situation.

It's already simple. If she had stayed where she belonged,

there wouldn't have been any fire.

She almost cost me my galley.

She says the fire wasn't her fault.

That's irrelevant, Major. She left her duties.

Okay, she made a mistake, but captain's mast?

A fire on board ship is a serious matter.

Of course, we all know that. But she learned her lesson.

-What's to be gained from punishing her? -Set an example.

She thinks she's too good for Mess.

Let me tell you something, Major.

I feed 5,000 sailors three times a day.

I'm in charge of four galleys. That's 15,000 meals.

You run a ship without a galley, you know what you got?

Hungry sailors.

Damn straight.

What say we let the skipper

decide the punishment, huh, Major?

Excuse me, ma'am.

[woman] The signal breaks down into a message.

I don't know how much you know about cryptology, sir.

I know that coded messages are sent in short bursts.

The faster they travel, the less likely they are to draw attention.

This one went in under a millisecond.

It took me a while to decode it, but it's very clean.

Someone on this ship sent a message

specifying the time and place of the AMRAAM test.

Do you understand what you're saying?

The day before the Korean airliner was shot down,

somebody aboard this ship sent out classified information

about the missile test.

You keep this to yourself.

Sir...

To yourself, Petty Officer Sullivan.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you.

As you were.

Sir, do you really think

that there's a spy on board ship?

What other explanation is there?

Did you check the pilots' records yet?

Yes, sir. There's nothing out of order in any of them.

Yeah? See if you think this is out of order.

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell, the com officer?

The Admiral had NCIS run a background check on him.

Third paragraph.

He owns two houses.

Last month, he purchased a vacation condo.

Put down 90,000 cash.

-It's a lot of money, sir. -A lot more than you'd expect

a Lieutenant Commander to have lying around.

He's either a whiz in the stock market

or he has a beautiful source of outside income.

[Hubbard] It's not possible.

Captain, the message to the North Koreans

was sent the day before the missile launch

at around 0900.

Who was on duty in the com room?

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell.

Commander, I am not going to put my com officer

in the brig based solely on your suspicions.

I don't know about the brig, sir,

but if the North Koreans start shooting,

you're going to want a com officer you can trust.

-Is this a joke? -[Rabb] No joke.

You're actually accusing me of spying for the North Koreans?

No one's accusing you of spying, Commander,

but all the transmitters are in this room.

You have unrestricted access.

Rocky, I've known you for a long time, and I trust you,

but the commander's got a point.

My wife's father died this winter, sir.

The payment for the vacation home was every nickel he'd saved.

And you're wrong about my having the only transmitters.

This message could have been piggy-backed

onto any transmission from any radio-telephone

in the C.I.C. or the bridge.

There's no privacy on the bridge.

That leaves C.I.C.

Why don't you find out who the C.I.C.

watch officer was at 0900 that morning?

Commander Rabb, continue your investigation.

In the meantime, Commander Rockwell

stays at his post.

Yes, sir.

C.I.C., sir.

Skipper.

On my way.

The North Koreans are putting MIGs in the air.

[man] Sailman's vessel is completely surrounded, sir.

Catanese, send a message to the captain of the Choson:

"This is your final warning. Stand clear."

Aye, aye, sir.

CAG, let's punctuate that.

Have your tomcat section

strafe across the bow of the Choson.

Aye, aye, sir.

Patch me into the ship's intercom.

You're up, Skipper.

All hands, this is your Captain.

You've heard the scuttlebutt.

A commercial airliner was shot down by accident.

We are investigating the incident.

North Korean navy is attempting to hinder

our investigation.

They're trying to scare us off with a show of force.

Clearly, they are making a big mistake.

We will not initiate an attack, but if they fire upon us again

we will defend ourselves using whatever means necessary.

This is exactly what we've trained for...

Each and every one of us...

And I know that you will perform well.

Good luck...

and God bless.

Man, I'd give anything to be in a tomcat right now.

Sir, there's a ship-to-ship for you

from the salvage vessel.

It's Captain Ames. Put it on the speaker.

This is Captain Hubbard.

-Is that you, Hank? -Uh, yes, it is Jim.

We've got something here you should look at.

I'm sending you a video feed.

It looks like they found something.

This doesn't appear to be a commercial airliner.

[Hubbard] Give me your best guess, Hank.

It looks like a section of an IL-76, mainstay.

That's an electronic surveillance aircraft.

Hank, are you telling me we blew up

a North Korean spy plane?

Looks that way to me, Jim.

[Hubbard] Well, don't pull it up until we get there.

We don't want the North Koreans to know what we found.

Thanks, Hank. Good work.

Commander... I'll deal with the North Koreans.

You find the spy aboard my ship, and find him damn quick.

Yes, sir.

X.O., this is the Captain.

Set condition one.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands to battle stations. This is not a drill.

I say again, this is not a drill.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill.

I say again, this is not a drill.

[Roberts] So, there never was a commercial airliner.

North Koreans knew that there'd be a missile test.

They sent out a spy plane to gather data.

Then they transmitted a phony I.F.F. code

to make themselves look like

an innocent civilian plane that strayed off course

but then their own search radar

triggered the missile that shot them down.

It's like they shot themselves down.

Which is why they didn't want us to find the wreckage.

[Rabb] Someone aboard ship knew about the missile test

the day before... Sent a coded message

to the North Koreans around 0900

probably from C.I.C.

From C.I.C.?

What time?

Could have been around 0900, yes, ma'am.

Uh, but like I told you before,

I was only gone for ten or 15 minutes.

You went to C.I.C.

Yes, sir. Any chance at operations training, I take it.

What'd you do there?

Well, I went up to the dead reckoning tracer.

I asked the operations master chief

if I could put in some training time.

He gave me ten minutes, and then I came back here.

Is there a problem, ma'am?

No. No problem.

Carry on.

Yes, ma'am. I remember her.

But I can't recall the exact time she was here.

She said she asked you about the dead reckoning tracer.

-Yes, ma'am, that's right. She wanted to get some time in. -Is that common?

[Rabb] When newbies come on board,

they're assigned 90 days' mess duty.

They can use their off-duty hours to learn their operational specialty.

[officer] Well, maybe the mess chief is biting

a little too hard. I mean, after all

-the kid was just trying to be a good sailor. -Master Chief, if I wanted

to send a communication from here, could I do it?

[Master Chief] You could send one, Major,

but nobody'd be able to read it.

You see, all transmissions from here are encrypted

before they go out. Nobody can break the code.

Well, we've eliminated C.I.C., the comm center and the bridge.

[Master Chief] You know where I'd go if I wanted

to send a message off ship?

The public phone.

Anyone can use them.

All you need is a calling card that you buy at the store.

Could she have sent the message from one of the phones?

I don't know, it was a complex signal.

Well, what if she generated the message beforehand,

stored it, sent it through the phone

via portable modem?

[Rockwell] I suppose it's possible.

[MacKenzie] The message was sent a few minutes

after she left the galley.

Yeah. So she goes to C.I.C.

Spends two, three minutes on the tracer as an alibi,

on the way back to the galley,

she stops at this phone, sends the message.

In all, she's gone 15 minutes.

Kind of circumstantial to me... Not that that should bother you.

Can I get a list of all outgoing calls

-from three phones? -Sure.

Names of everyone who has bought a calling card?

[woman] Sir, this fax just came in

for Major MacKenzie from Admiral Chegwidden.

Why don't you give it to her. She's standing right here.

[MacKenzie] I called the Admiral and requested

background information on Tuppany.

Wait a minute, this can't be right.

What?

Who's this?

[MacKenzie] According to the file,

Seaman Alice Tuppany.

I'll call the Admiral and confirm the photo.

I'm going to the galley.

Can you...? I'll be glad to help, Major.

Commander...

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

Commander?

Who are you?

If you know enough to ask that, I think you know the answer.

Oh, I know whatyou are.

I don't know whoyou are.

Is that important?

I think you better come with me.

Just let me put these away.

Don't worry about the sandwiches.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Actually, I think you'd better come with me.

[MacKenzie] The woman on board claiming to be

Seaman Tuppany doesn't match the description you sent us, sir.

I'm not surprised. Alice Tuppany is dead.

Just got word. I sent NCIS looking for her.

They found her body buried

behind her mobile home in San Diego.

She'd been dead for over a month...

One shot to the back of the head with a .22.

I suggest you find this impostor ASAP...

Yes, sir.

And, Major, get security involved.

No heroics.

Yes, sir.

Suit up, Commander.

I told you, I don't fly.

You don't fly at night.

Daylight, you're a star.

I heard all about you in the wardroom.

Where do you think we're going?

I'll tell you when we're airborne. Suit up.

How long you been a spy?

You've been watching too many

'50s movies, Commander. I'm not a spy.

You sell military secrets for money.

Well, yeah.

For lots of money.

Where'd you start out? Pentagon?

SECNAV, actually.

I was seeing a guy

who turned me on to intelligence marketing.

It's very lucrative.

What happened to Alice Tuppany?

That was unfortunate.

So, you're a murderer...

I killed one person. How many have you killed?

And a traitor, huh?

I sell information

to North Korea, it's treason.

The government sells weapons to Iraq, it's foreign policy.

All depends on your point of view.

We're looking for Commander Rabb.

-Have you seen him? -No, ma'am. Sorry.

How about Seaman Tuppany?

No. She's gone again.

And I was going to forget about the fire, because of what you said,

but now she's in deep trouble.

You haven't got a prayer of leaving this ship.

I don't need a prayer.

I've got you...

and this.

Can you imagine the damage this will do on the flight deck?

Put your helmet on, Commander.

Keep cool Commander.

I hope you have a good grip on that thing.

Don't play Wyatt Earp, Commander.

Keep those heroic impulses down, way down.

Excuse me, sir. Lieutenant Jacobs is scheduled for this flight.

I know that, Petty Officer.

Lieutenant Jacobs is down with the flu.

I'm taking his ride.

Sir, may I have your name, please?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

-I have to check with flight ops. -[Rabb] We are facing

a confrontation with the Korean navy, Petty Officer,

Just get me in the air and then you can check

with whoever you want.

Yes, sir.

Nicely done.

You just saved that man's life.

Excuse me, sir. We can't find Commander Rabb

-or the woman impersonating Tuppany. -Well, keep looking, Major.

I've got a situation to deal with here.

Sir, the woman's a known killer.

I'm afraid Commander Rabb is in danger.

All right, have security initiate a search of the ship.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Commander, switch the ejection control to me now.

You have ejection control.

If you even reach for that ejection switch,

I'll blow us both up.

-Do you believe me? -I'm beginning to.

Good. Switch us over to flight control

and don't chat.

Just get us in the air.

This is Red King 301.

Up and ready.

Ma'am, I just got word from the flight deck

that Commander Rabb's about to take a tomcat up.

What? Apparently, he told the plane Captain

that the regular pilot was down.

He's not, but he sure is mad.

Captain. Excuse me, sir.

Commander Rabb is about to launch.

Who the hell authorized that?

No one, sir. That's my point.

You've got to stop him.

Get me the air boss on the horn right now.

I think we're too late, sir.

[Rabb] Angels ten and climbing.

[Tuppany] Come left to heading 295.

What makes you think the Koreans will have you?

You're more trouble than you're worth.

Are you kidding? They're going to throw me a parade.

I'm bringing them an F-14.

Two bogies are closing in on the commander.

I make them out as North Korean MIGs.

This is the CAG.

Launch the ready alert.

Get F-14s in the air now.

[Hubbard] Vector F-14s to Commander Rabb.

[man] Aye, Skipper.

Firefighter One in flight.

Vector 270, Angels 15. Gate.

We're approaching North Korean airspace.

Keep going.

[Rabb] I don't think they're gonna be throwing you a parade.

I'll establish radio contact.

[man] Sir, looks like Commander Rabb's heading

for the Korean peninsula.

-What's his ETA? -Five minutes, sir.

Plane Captain said Harm had a female RIO with him.

Both our female RIO are accounted for, Major.

That's what I was afraid of.

[Tuppany] This is Hungnam

to Tower Pyongyang. Over.

I don't hear them answering.

Take us back to the Korean ships.

What, are you going to punch out?

Just do it.

Yes, ma'am.

Sir, Commander Rabb has changed course.

It looks like he's heading for the Korean ships.

What the hell is he doing?

[man] I'm not sure, sir.

[man] Sir, the MIGs are attacking.

Do not return fire!

I'm raising them on the radio.

[Rabb] I hope you they're listening.

Are you hit?

Tuppany, are you hit?

[groaning]

Harm, Hawkeye.

Give us a hand getting this MIG off your tail.

[Rabb] With pleasure, Hawkeye. Break right.

Now!

Nice move, Commander. We got him.

[man 1] LSO, this is Air Boss.

Commander Rabb has a blown canopy.

[man 2] Roger that, Boss. We'll get him down.

I'll have you at one-quarter mile, three point five,

You have a green deck.

[traffic controller] Quarter mile, three point five!

I have the ball.

[man 2] Roger ball.

Ensign Harriet Sims, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Harriet!

-Bud, are you okay? -Yeah. I'm fine.

What's happened is, like, all over the news.

It's gone complete coverage on CNN.

Yeah, well, Commander Rabb really came through.

You all did.

You're heroes.

[chuckling] Oh, I wouldn't say "heroes"

I mean, we're just a bunch of people doing what needed to be done,

consequences be damned, never backing down

and every man and woman aboard willing to give their lives.

Hey, Rambo.

Tell Harriet we said hello.

It's kind of hard thinking about going back to a desk after this.

Yeah, get a taste of danger.

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