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Zulu
Are you holding up back there, Bubba?
Bubba?
Sorry, Yankee. This, uh, thunder bumper is rocking me to sleep.
Well, try and stay awake for the rest of the tour.
Monk, this is Yankee. How do you read me, Bubba?
This is Monk. Loud and clear. Go ahead, Yankee.
We're going to climb to Angels 4 -0 and see if we can't top out of this mess.
Roger that, Yankee. We're tucked in close.
You heard the man, hobo. Let's get on top.
Right, Nat.
Yankee flight, burners, now.
Yankee watch for two -lock visual contact coming right three -zero
Uh, Yankee, we have lost contact. Say, position over.
Where'd he go, hobo?
I don't know, but just... vanished.
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
There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah McKenzie, he now fights in and out
the courtroom with the same daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the
air.
Donut? Power nut.
Excuse me?
Not you, sir. The donut. It's a power nut. No fat. 100 % pure whole wheat.
What about the powdered sugar?
It's a sugar substitute packed with 30 essential vitamins and minerals,
including ginkgo biloba.
Ginkgo biloba?
Ginkgo biloba, sir. It's a brain food.
Oh, yeah?
What's Jag Manual, Chapter 2, Section B, Subsection 0 -2 -3 -5?
Ah, 0 -2 -3 -5, sir. That is...
Accidental or intentional flooding of your ship.
Better have another brain nut, bud.
Power nut, sir.
Power nut.
Bud.
Yes, sir?
Who's that in Mac's office?
That's Dalton Lowne, sir, of Lowell, Hanson & Lowne, one of the biggest law
firms in Virginia.
Oh, yeah?
Who's he representing?
I don't think he's representing anyone, sir. I think he's recruiting.
Any word on the missing F -14?
No, sir. It just vanished inside the Bermuda Triangle.
The plane went off radar at 0530 Zulu. They were flying through bad weather,
the pilot and his real were experienced crew.
We don't know much more than that.
Search team still hasn't found any signs of the aircraft or her crew, sir.
Have the families been notified?
They're trying to reach them now.
The Tomcat had live missiles on it.
I want you two to report to USS Coral Sea. Find out what happened. Wrap it up
before I have to watch it as a movie of the week.
So, uh, what's up with Dalton Long?
Why do you ask about Dalton?
Just curious.
We went out a few times, had dinner.
He's a nice guy.
Oh, yeah?
We're just friends. Are you jealous?
Please. He drives a Porsche.
I fly Tomcats. You are jealous.
Sir, ma 'am, I just pulled some information off the Internet. Do you
many ships and planes have mysteriously disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle in
the last 50 years? Do you realize how many haven't?
Not offhand, ma 'am. But there's no such thing as the Bermuda Triangle. It's a
myth. You better hope so.
Why's that, sir? We're joining the search.
You're going into the Bermuda Triangle.
You're coming too, bud.
Relax, bud.
Dozens of ships and planes fly through that area every day. It's one of the
beautiful parts of the Atlantic.
Are you okay, bud?
If this is the most beautiful part of the Atlantic, Major, I don't want to see
the worst.
Before the coral sea, sirs, ma 'am.
Ensign, nice weather you're having.
Actually, it was nice, sir, until we entered the black water.
Black water?
Well, that's what some of the old -timers call this place, Commander.
I think it's a bunch of bunk myself.
And don't mind that. The engineers have been having some problems with the
electrical systems all morning.
Captain, Lieutenant Commander Rav and Major McKenzie are here to see you.
How do you... Well, I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.
So do we, sir.
Have you had any luck locating the plane or her crew, sir? No, we have found
neither the plane nor the crew. But we are not leaving this part of the ocean
until we do.
I'm counting on you, Commander Rav, to provide me with answers.
We'll do our best, Captain.
Dismissed.
We knew we were flying through bad weather. We just didn't expect it to be
bad. Any chance of a lightning strike?
Definitely. It was pretty nasty.
That's why Yankee Commander Douglas decided to take the high road and fly
the storm.
And that's when you lost him?
Yes, Major.
I was following him up when I first lost him. I veered off to avoid a possible
wing strike as per standard operating procedure, but I lost him when he went
radar. Did he maintain radio contact?
Not after he went off the screen.
I tried to contact him, but he didn't answer.
Do you think he hit the water?
It's possible, but we were at 38 ,000 feet.
It's as if he just... Disappeared.
One second he was on my screen, and the next minute he wasn't. Could the storm
have interfered with the radar equipment?
Maybe. We suffered a lightning strike, but we didn't.
What do you think happened, Lieutenant?
I don't know, sir.
I've flown with Commander Douglas before, and Yankee was one of the best.
Hopefully he still is. Yes, ma 'am. I didn't mean it in the past tense.
Just something like this tends to rattle you a bit.
And the other guy's a little spooked, too.
Every time an aircraft goes up, there's a chance you're going to crash.
Crashing is one thing, Commander.
Disappearing is another.
Did you know the reports of weird occurrences in the Bermuda Triangle date
to the 15th century?
Even Christopher Columbus reported seeing weird lights in this area and
with his compass.
Christopher Columbus also thought he was in the East Indies when he landed in
America. Well, it might explain the problems with his compass.
Hey, Ripley.
Have you found anything on his computer yet? No, sir. Not anything out of the
ordinary.
Just letters back to his wife and daughter, Lee and Kim.
Anything in the letters?
No. Just that he misses them a lot. Ah.
Well.
What is it?
I think it's Honduran.
Yeah, it's definitely Honduran.
March? Maybe April.
It's definitely the spring of 95.
They had a lot of rain that year.
All right, knock it off, Sherlock.
Whoa.
Changing course.
I must have found something.
What's going on?
Oceanographic anomaly, sir.
What if he dropped below the storm and ran into that?
The earliest recorded disappearance of a United States vessel inside the Bermuda
Triangle goes way back to March 1918.
The USS Cyclops vanished without a trace.
Same thing's been known to happen to superstitious lieutenants.
Tiner just faxed me these newspaper headlines from Admiral Chegwood's
Navy pilot reappears in Black Sea 10 years younger.
Suicide at 30 ,000 feet.
Missing pilot linked to radical militia groups. Where do they come up with this
stuff? You know, same place they get stories about Bigfoot babies in Elvis
sightings. Washington, however, is taking it very seriously.
Suicide and militia angles, anyway.
Every time somebody in the military loses a sock, they blame a militia
Do you think a storm that's strong enough to create a water spout could
knocked that plane out of the sky?
Yeah, 14s are designed to fly through hurricanes if they have to.
Mac, you should continue to interview the rest of the crew. See if you can
any connection between the militia group and the suicide attempt.
Bud. I also want to speak to Yankee's wife.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to see if I can find this missing aircraft.
As you can see from our tapes, Commander, our radar record confirms
report. The two aircrafts were in a major storm system.
At 0033 hours, we see them alter course slightly and start gaining altitude.
That's when Yankee gave the order to get on top.
Yes, sir.
A few seconds pass, and you see Yankee's plane veer off course.
That's when his wingman lost him. Yes, sir. They dropped off the ship's radar
well. But we received this tape from the pay pause at Eglin Air Force Base about
an hour ago.
Their over -the -horizon backscatter radar has a range of over 3 ,000 miles.
They tracked him for an additional 12 minutes.
Apparently, he dropped back through the storm and started running north along
the coast.
If a lightning strike knocked out all their instruments, the only thing he'd
have to navigate by would be land features.
His flight pattern did seem to suggest he was looking for something.
As you can see here, he starts circling.
If he knew he couldn't make it back to the ship, his only hope would be an
emergency landing.
Once he located the coast, he'd start searching for a runway.
He didn't land, sir.
At 0043, his flight pattern suddenly went haywire.
To this, nobody's flying the aircraft.
Our last position is nearly 100 miles out to sea.
My guess is they hit the water.
How long have you known Yankee?
I've been his plane captain since he arrived aboard, ma 'am.
I miss him. He's not like the other pilots.
How so?
He talks to the enlisted men.
Although I think that's on account of us having a better poker game.
We play strictly for fun, of course. Of course.
So, Yankee's a bit of a gambler.
Oh, Major, I... I don't care about your poker games, Petty Officer Riggs. I just
want to know more about Commander Doe.
Listen, let's just say he wasn't afraid to lay down a little wager.
Or a big one, for that matter.
You know these fighter jocks, man. They're not afraid to take a risk.
You ever talk to you about his personal life?
Problems at home?
Hard to have problems at home, man, when you're never there.
Do you ever hear any rumors about him being part of a militia group?
No, ma 'am.
Personally, I think militia groups are more of an army problem.
I mean, it's easy for a group of redneck army washouts to grab a bunch of rifles
and paint their pickup trucks camouflage, call themselves a militia
What are sailors going to do? Run a .50 cal on their bass boat?
I guess you have a point there, Petty Officer Riggs.
Coral Sea, this is Search One. Do you copy? Over.
This is Coral Sea. Go ahead, Search One.
We've completed search area Delta 7.
Proceeding to Echo 1. Over.
Copy that, Search 1. Close the app.
Yankee, we have lost contact. Same position. Over.
Where'd he go, Hobo?
Made our record support these radio tapes.
Ship tracked him for another couple of minutes, and then one moment he was
there, the next he was gone. Just like Flight 19.
What's Flight 19?
Please, don't encourage him.
In 1945, there was a training squadron with five Navy torpedo bombers leaving
Fort Lauderdale on a routine run. All five planes and 14 crewmen disappeared.
They sent a seaplane out to look for them.
That disappeared, too.
You see what you've done now? I'm going to have to listen to conspiracy theories
the rest of the evening.
It's not just me, sir.
People are talking on the Internet. They're speculating that Yankee
flew below radar so he could steal the plane and attack the prison where
McVeigh is awaiting execution.
That's ridiculous.
There's also talk that the plane was destroyed by a giant water spout created
a top -secret Navy weapon that can control the weather.
That's just a rumor.
Which also happens to be true.
What do you mean, sir?
Operation Whirlpool.
It's a top -secret procedure where half a dozen Seawolf -class submarines move
in counterclockwise circles around and around, creating a Coriolis vortex.
Suck down a ship or a plane like a rubber duck down a bathtub drain.
Are you mocking me, sir?
He's just trying to help harm.
Theories are helpful.
full Twilight Zone episodes.
wait for the captain to turn on the smoking lamp?
How'd you find me?
Where else would I find a former Tomcat pilot?
Flying tourists to Hawaii?
Yes, that'll be the day.
He may still be out there somewhere, Mac.
Commander Douglas, are you bothered?
Commander Douglas.
You think I'm obsessing about my dad since I found that list, don't you?
No, you were obsessing before you found the list.
And you have every right, harm. Learning the North Vietnamese sent him to Russia
only intensified it.
I just hope you realize that if we find Commander Douglas, it isn't going to
give you closure with your father.
Only finding my dad will do that.
Don't harm.
In one way or another, we're all searching for something.
Oh, yeah?
What are you searching for?
What every woman wants.
A great career.
A good man.
And comfortable shoes.
Lots and lots of them.
Is that where Dalton Lound comes in?
Are you kidding? His shoes are way too big. I mean, have you seen the size of
that man's feet?
I just hope you're not going to do something stupid, Mac.
Why, Harm? Are you afraid you're going to lose me?
I just... hate having to break in new partners, you know?
You know, for a second there, I thought we were going to have a Hallmark moment.
You know, when the Admiral first told me he was... Partner me with a Marine
major. I had these visions of a tattooed jarhead challenging me to arm
wrestling. I'll let you out.
Well, I do have a tattoo.
I'm a pretty good arm wrestler, and although I don't like the term, I am
technically a jarhead.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up.
You have a tattoo?
How come I've never seen one?
Now, where would one find this tattoo?
I'm afraid that's not the right information. Oh, yeah?
You have tattoos.
Puddles.
How many times have I told you? No peeing in the tank.
Don't you get sassy with me, young man.
How you feeling, Lieutenant?
Like I've been run over by a tank, sir.
A big one.
Have they found Yankee?
Not yet. We're still looking.
This must be pretty serious for an admiral to get involved, sir.
Son, don't let these stars scare you. Just relax.
Tell me what you can remember. Anything will help.
We were in a pretty nasty storm, sir.
I was getting bounced around real bad.
I must have blacked out.
The next thing I remember is a bright light, and these people were standing
me, and my head was pounding like it was about to explode.
One of them sticks me with something like a needle.
I can't even remember what older things happened, and it's like my sense of time
is all distorted, Admiral.
You don't remember how you got to the campground?
No, sir.
One minute I'm at 30 ,000 feet, and the next I'm wandering through some swamp.
The woman, she starts to scream, and there's dogs barking at me. It was
weird. Punching out of an airplane, scramble your noggin pretty good.
You remember seeing Lieutenant Commander Douglas' shoot?
I'm afraid not, sir.
Huh.
Notice anything unusual about Commander Douglas' behavior lately?
Now that you mention it, he did seem a little moody.
Like something was bothering him.
I thought maybe he was just having trouble at home.
The night before the flight, he spent a couple hours in the radio room, said he
had to talk to Lee, his wife.
You have no idea what they talked about?
Not offhand. I know she had been on him to get out. She wanted him to trade in
his tomcat for a jumbo jet.
Yankee wanted no part of that.
He was...
Too good a pilot to be flying a bunch of drunken tourists around the friendly
skies.
Papers are talking about UFOs and aliens.
You heal yourself up and try not to punch out any more airplanes.
Will do, sir.
Oh, Lieutenant.
You get a visit from these strangers in black suits and sunglasses.
Don't talk to him.
Aye, aye, sir.
This is Aircom.
Standby for trap search one.
Search three, we are go for launch.
I accessed Commander Douglas' online software just to see if there was any
recent email.
He also bookmarked his favorite websites, so I checked those out as
of them are news and science, except for this one.
The Freedom Brethren?
Looks like a hardcore militia group.
Yeah, I downloaded this from Navy Intel.
They're led by a radical named Jack Lambert, a former Army reservist. They
themselves patriots, but they could be homegrown terrorists.
Having visited a website on the Internet is no proof that Commander Douglas was
a card -carrying member of some radical militia group.
It's definitely worth a second look.
Bud, did you get a hold of Mrs. Douglas yet? No, sir. She's been in Comunicado
since the Navy informed her of her husband's disappearance.
It was about time she became Comunicado.
You and I are taking a trip.
Yes, sir.
I'll stay aboard until they clear the final search area and contact NCIS, see
they have anything on a militia group within the crew.
Good plan.
Have a safe flight back, Bud.
Forgot we had to fly. Would you rather we sailed back, bud?
Ah, no, sir. Ships go down just as easily here. The tanker ship, Marine
Queen, she disappeared with a crew of 45 men in 1963.
Even the nuclear submarine, the Scorpion, went down with a crew of 99.
going to be a long trip.
Ships just don't have a chance.
Excuse me, sir?
Abductee survival manual?
It's a compilation of personal accounts of actual survivors.
Survivors of what?
Alien abductions.
Don't you believe in the possibility of life on other planets, sir?
A life, maybe.
Flying saucers, stealing cows and hillbillies? I don't think so, bud.
I believe in things you can see, smell, taste, touch.
Sir, there were a rash of UFO sightings all along the Florida coast the night
that Commander Douglas disappeared.
So now you think they were abducted by aliens? Well, there is a theory that the
Bermuda Triangle contains what's called a blue hole.
It's like a space warp, and the aliens use it like a portal. And sometimes,
they'll take humans back with them.
Take them back for what?
Experimentation, hybrid breeding, things I don't even want to think about, sir.
How many of these brain nuts are you eating a day, bud?
Power nuts, sir.
Power nuts.
Door's open, sir.
Hello?
Looks like somebody was here this morning.
They were. They're drinking sour milk.
Oh, that's sour, all right.
Looks like they've been gone for a few days.
They left in a hurry.
Lee, are you there?
If you're there, please answer the phone.
Sir, as soon as you get this message, call me on the ship. I need to talk to
you.
Lee, it's me again. Please call the ship.
I'll go check in the back.
No one's here, sir.
Better call NCIS, bud. Tell them to get a forensics team out here ASAP.
As of now, I want this place treated like a crime scene.
Aye, sir.
Excuse me, Major, but you have a shore -to -ship call from Commander Rapp.
I'm having it transferred down here.
Hello?
Looks like Douglas' wife and child left in a hurry, possibly against their
wishes. An abduction?
It appears that way. The place has been roughed up.
No one's seen them in days, and the little girl hasn't been in school all
First Commander, Douglas disappears, and then his family.
Yeah, only he left with a fully armed $40 million aircraft.
And you think it has something to do with the freedom, brethren?
That's a strong possibility. The only way a militia group could get their
on an F -14 would be to steal one. Yeah, or force someone to steal it for them.
What better way than to kidnap a man's family?
Yeah, but why wouldn't he say something about it? My guess would be they
threatened to kill his family if he didn't cooperate.
I'll alert the Admiral to the possibility the F -14 didn't crash. You
same with the skipper. Right.
Sir, if Yankee did steal the airplane, where is it?
I mean, the F -14's a really big bird. I mean, he'd need 6 ,000 feet of runway
just to land and take off again.
But can you give me a list of the UFO sightings along the Florida coast?
Do you mean it, sir?
Uh, yeah.
What's wrong?
This is where I type in my secret password.
I'm in.
Is there any specific sighting that you had in mind, Commander? Did anybody get
any photos?
Yes, sir. I'll pull the best one up right now.
There it is.
Bud, we need to find the person who took this photo.
His name is Oppenheimer, sir.
You know him?
Not personally, just from the net.
Do you really think that this has something to do with Commander Douglas'
disappearance? Bud, I think it has everything to do with Commander Douglas'
disappearance. Look at the photo.
Two blue UFOs, yes, sir. Bud, the two blue spheres are afterburners.
But they say they'd be here at 11.
They'll be here, sir. It's 10 to 12.
10 to 12?
Oh, man!
Don't take it so personally.
It's not that, sir. I promised Harriet that I'd call her tonight, and in all
confusion, I totally forgot.
I'm sure she'll forgive you. I hope so.
The two are getting pretty serious.
I guess so.
I mean, I think she took her new job with the Inspector General so we could
spend more time together.
You're not sure?
I mean, that's what she told me, but I never really know what a woman's
thinking.
Probably just as well.
Even when they tell you something, they reserve the right to change their mind
at any time. It's that woman's prerogative thing. I mean, what's up
I hate that. God, I hate that.
It's like, I asked Major McKenzie if she was going to be leaving JAG, you know,
because I've seen the way she looks at Dalton Loud, and she said no.
But... She could change her mind at the drop of a hat.
She's not going anywhere, bud.
You know, I'm sure that Lieutenant Pike and Lieutenant Austin told you the exact
same thing before they transferred.
I mean, let's face it, Commander.
You've had lousy luck with women.
Partners.
The female JAG officers you've been with.
In the workplace, sir.
Oh.
Shh. The giant is sleeping.
He dreams of bigger shoes.
Okay.
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, this is Oppenheimer and Einstein.
I'm Einstein. He's Oppenheimer.
Those aren't our real names.
Really? It's for your own protection.
Protection from what?
But are they taking us there or not?
Yes, sir, but they want to blindfold you.
You've got to be kidding.
Sir, they wanted to put you in the trunk.
Forget about it. No way. No blindfolds. Forget about it.
No.
Turn right here and stop.
I peeked twice.
Why didn't they make you wear a blindfold?
I was driving, sir.
This is where we took the photograph.
The UFOs came from the east and disappeared over those trees.
Those weren't UFOs, guys.
The blue spheres you saw were after burners from an F -14 Tomcat.
Right, man, I got you. Roswell was a weather balloon.
I'm telling you the truth.
No, there were at least 12 other sightings that night from here to
Valley.
How far is that?
Guys,
you already left the cat out of the bag. What the hell difference does it make
if we know where we are?
You'd understand our hesitation, sir, if you realized how extensive this cover
-up really is. What cover -up?
No, no, no, we said too much already.
Look, boys, I tell you what I'm going to do.
You help us, and I will give you a personalized tour of the Pentagon. I'll
take you to sub -level two beyond the purple water cooler.
Sir. Bud, this is big.
What do you say?
Okay, here's where we are.
The Hurricane Valley is about 38 miles south of the South Carolina -Georgia
border here.
Any airstrips in this area?
Ship to shore operator.
This is Commander Rabb. I want to make a person -to -person call to Major
McKenzie aboard the USS Coral Sea.
This is Major McKenzie.
Mac, it's Harm.
I need you to locate an airstrip for me large enough to land at Tomcat. It's
within a 50 -mile radius of the Pertan Valley in Georgia.
Start with a DEA. They may know some airstrips in this area used by drug
dealers. No joy there. Call Webb. Have his friends at the CIA.
Pull up some photos of the area. And if he doesn't want to help us?
Remind him that recovering a $40 million Tomcat will look great on his resume.
Butt and I are headed there now.
I drug Bubba's coffee.
He was out when I landed.
They made it look like he punched out, and then I set him loose.
He'll be fine.
Murray, how could you do this?
I had no choice, Lee. They had you and Kimmy. And now what?
Now what are you going to do?
I'm going to fly a hop for him.
But then we all get to go home.
Promise, Daddy?
What kind of hop?
What are they making you do? It doesn't matter, Lee. My Navy career is over. It
was over the moment I stole that tomcat.
All I want to do now is get you and Kimmy out of here. Get you home.
Showtime, Commander.
Save the hugs and kisses for your return.
Bingo. When will they make intercept?
Thirteen minutes. What do we do about the wife and kid?
Bury them in the woods.
Alive?
I'm not heartless, Dobbs. Kill them first.
Thank you.
What? Stay with him until the area is secured.
Aye, aye, sir.
Sir, corpsmen are checking Mrs. Douglas and her little girl. They look like
they're going to be all right, but they're worried about the commander.
So am I.
Supply route from Jericho to Washington.
Arafat's due in this morning for a peace summit with Israel.
You don't think Commander Douglas is going to shoot Arafat down, do you, sir?
Exactly what I think he's being forced to do, bud.
We've got to stop him, sir. USS Coral Sea is launching right now to do that.
They're going to shoot him down?
If necessary.
the Coral Sea. Your family is safe. Repeat, your family is safe. Come home
the nest. Over. Why isn't he answering, sir? Sir, you may want to take a look at
these.
Sir, you pulled the trigger. Sir, no, don't.
Doesn't matter anyway.
He'll never pull the trigger.
And why is that?
Because he's a naval aviator.
Something you want to be as you would never understand.
He stole an F -14 to save his family.
He'll pull the trigger.
I got him.
Are you sure, Tim? It's got to be. 60 miles out, bearing 0102 target.
Commercial airliners walking at angel...
Unidentified buggy climbing on his six.
Give him a call.
They told us he doesn't have a radio.
Give him a call anyway.
Yankee, Yankee, this is Hobo. Do you copy? Over.
Yankee, Yankee, please respond.
Yankee, Yankee, this is Hobo. Do you copy?
Over.
Yankee, Yankee, please respond.
They know he doesn't have a radio.
They're hoping for a miracle.
Arm the Phoenix?
Negative. It may lock on the passenger jet.
We'll close and use Fox One.
I can't.
He's breaking off. He's breaking off. I repeat, Yankee One has broken contact
with civilian aircraft.
I'll bring him home.
I think you just got your miracle, sir.
Yeah.
Kim?
Lee?
Safe? Kim, are you safe?
in it.
Coral Sea, this is Yankee 2.
Yankee 1 is joined on my wing.
We're coming home.
Let Mrs.
Douglas know the good news, bud. With pleasure, sir.
Underestimating the integrity of a naval aviator.
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