All language subtitles for JAG S03E06 Vanished

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.