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Reprisal, this is Big Eye.

Target drone is on station.

Range is clear.

You may launch intercept.

Reprisal, Hawkeye.

We've acquired the target. Switching to attack radar.

Target in sight. Armament master on.

Lock eye flight, big eye. We have an unidentified civilian aircraft entering

range. Sir, there's an unidentified aircraft in the missile test range.

Did you get an ID?

Big eye saying it's a commercial passenger plane.

U .S. airline? No, sir. According to the signal code, it's North Korean.

What are they doing in the middle of the test range?

I'll ask him, sir. Negative. I don't want them alerted this was anything

special.

Abort the missile test. I'll alert the sitter.

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.

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

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.

Marine F -18 squadron deployed on the carrier of five will test a new version

the AMRAAM missile. During the test, one of the missiles brought down a North

Korean civilian airliner. Attention on deck. Sure.

How many casualties, sir? Thirty -one. No survivors.

North Korean government claims the aircraft was on a trial run with company

executives.

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

a lot of questions, and they want the answers. What was a North Korean

doing in a Navy test zone anyway?

That's one of the questions.

Probably drifted off course.

That's what the captain of the parisian thinks.

Well, what are the North Koreans claiming?

That we were notified of the flight and acted with malicious intent.

That's bull.

North Korean officials have also maintained... Didn't our radar detect

Korean plane?

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

Who's the skipper, the reprisal admiral? Captain Ray Hever. Good man.

Ship handler.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Flight's at 1300.

I expect a preliminary report in 36 hours.

Dismissed.

Dias.

Commander. Major.

If a naval officer...

pilot or skipper caused the death of those civilians, I expect you to find

evidence to prove it. Is that clear?

And if he didn't, sir?

Then there is a God.

That's what the Navy needs, another incident.

Especially with the North Koreans.

Sir, you don't 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 taken us to the reprisal?

Yes, sir.

No, I don't think so. Although, being the safe side, I'd wear a flak jacket.

But a flak jacket idea is totally ridiculous.

You think so, Major?

Oh, absolutely.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, you'd do much better sitting on your helmet.

Well, I guess that cancels dinner.

Yeah, I'll freeze the steak.

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 goodbye kiss, could I?

I really don't think so.

I love you.

Gentlemen, ma 'am, I'm Tim McGutt. Captain Hubbard's waiting for you on the

bridge. Lay on, McGutt.

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 radar.

Well, that's the theory, Commander.

We were testing it under combat conditions.

It was supposed to have shot down an unmanned drone.

Captain, is there any doubt our missile hit the North Korean airliner?

The missile had a locator.

If it went dumb, landed in the ocean, we'd still be hearing a signal or not.

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

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

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.

Okay. Who fired the missile, sir? Captain Ryder was flying the aircraft.

he didn't fire the missile, that it launched for unexplained reasons.

Do you believe that, sir? Well, I live in a two -choice world, Major. Either

a lousy cag and my pilots lie to me...

A test range, over.

Reprisal, Hawkeye flight, safetying master switch.

This is Hawkeye, missile fired, missile fired, repeat, my armament 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 nosedive. I requested temporary removal

flight status.

At the time, my brother was on medical leave. He was at Portsmouth Naval

Hospital.

Cancer.

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 TFOA program to explain situations

like this one.

TFOA? Things falling off aircraft

Commander

major Walt Rockwell communications

officer welcome aboard North Koreans claim their planes flight plan was fence

all the ships in the area. I checked our communication logs Why do I get the

feeling you never received one that you must have ESP?

Have you ever had North Korean planes fly through a test range before?

No. We never work near regular flight regions.

After you.

Reprisal, this is the C -Star.

We are on site and definitely pinging something on the bottom at 100 fathoms.

Be advised, we have company.

Two Houshan -class destroyers are approaching.

We are now launching our remote control camera unit.

The D -Star has located the wreckage and has sent down a camera probe.

She's also reporting North Korean destroyers on their way.

Last message from 7th Fleet, sir. All right, 7th Fleet has ordered us to

to the salvage site to ensure that the Koreans don't interfere with the

operation. Gator, plot an intercept course and time to station at blank

Aye, sir. Sir, salvage vessel reports the North Korean cruiser Chosun has

followed a warning shot across her bow.

Bill, get a section of Tomcats up to cover the salvage ship until we get

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

We are in international waters and will 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 337 at 25 knots

will put us there in 14 hours, 20 minutes.

Make it so.

The amber symbol in the middle is our salvage vessel. Those white ships ours?

Yeah, and the red are the North Koreans. They say they will defy if we stay in

the area.

They're bluffing.

You think so?

Get it easy.

Have Commander Rockwell radio our destroyers. Protect the salvage vessel.

Shouldering is authorized. Push the North Korean ships aside if they won't

Aye, aye, sir.

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

Yes, sir.

I guess you get to it.

Aye, aye.

JAG officers investigating the aircraft?

Are we looking for anything in particular?

Maybe. I don't know when I'll find it.

The Admiral wants a report by 20 -hundred, huh?

It'll happen.

Cab said they removed the launch rails.

Ah. What?

Look at this.

Looks like sports 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, if there's not a soul on

carrier that's not upset by it.

Gunner Austin, you say there's no way the missile was defected, but there is

another possibility.

If you mean, was it properly mounted?

Yes, it was. So why did it ignite prematurely? I can't explain it, Major.

I wish I could.

It's not an adequate answer, Gunner. It's the only one I've got, Ham.

Gunner, we'll contact you if you have any further questions. Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Take it easy, man.

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, if you want to go home, you said so

yourself. I was just kidding about that, all right?

You know, 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 Lounge so doggone much. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, stop right there. Is that what this is all about?

All the trappings a lawyer like him represents.

And what is that?

Well, prestige, of course.

Everything you don't get as a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, you're right.

I am interested in Dalton. As a man.

Not as some hook to a better career.

That's the stupidest thing you have ever said.

I don't know.

Okay. Maybe I'm wrong.

You are.

There. That's it. That quick...

I hear it, but I don't recognize it. Let me check it out.

Any progress, buddy?

Yes, sir. You should listen to this.

What

is

it, sir?

I think I know how the missile was triggered.

That sound is radar sweeping the hornet.

Under some circumstances, strong radar signals can short -circuit a firing

system causing the missile motor to ignite.

Did you hear the radar sweep when you were flying?

No, sir.

It must have 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 cabin.

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 me.

Will you lighten up? By using a little finesse.

Happy, sir?

Ma 'am?

Please.

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry. Are you all right here?

It's all right, thank you.

It's all right. No permanent damage done.

I hope not, sir. I'm such a jerk.

You're sure you're all right?

That coffee's hot.

I know.

I'm so sorry. It's all right. It's okay. Thank you. No need for anything else.

Thanks.

Enjoying yourself?

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

Major, executing a mission is like boiling an egg. You don't wake up one

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 he isn't admitting it.

Quacks like a duck, walks like a duck, but this time it's a goose.

See, for the life of me, I have no idea where that radar came from.

I know guys who 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

to you. Is there a problem in here?

Nothing I can't handle, Major.

We're trying to conduct an interview in there.

Sorry, ma 'am.

We're through.

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

No, ma 'am, I'm not.

I'm Major McKenzie. You are?

Seaman Alice Tuffany, ma 'am.

So what was that all about?

About nothing.

Just a slight disagreement.

Looked like more than a disagreement to me. The senior chief was chewing your

head off.

Well, wouldn't be the first time then.

Oh?

What? Three days ago.

Middle of my morning shift. I leave the galley for like 15 minutes.

I mean, it was nothing. I was checking into CIC for training. That's what I

really joined the Navy for.

I understand you'd want to observe combat operations, but leaving the

-shift is not a good idea.

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

me. Were you at fault?

No, ma 'am. I was not.

Well, then why did he blame you?

Because I'm new or female.

I'll talk to the senior chief.

Don't worry. It's what I do.

Thank you, ma 'am.

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 to get 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?

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?

No, I don't mean you personally, but it does make you wonder.

Where did that radar come from?

What makes you think radar is the issue?

People talk.

No secrets here.

When you say the 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 con room and get you those tapes.

I'll come with you.

I had to make the call anyway.

Recrizal, this is Friar. Two more North Korean frigates are entering the search

area. Z -Star?

Reprisal, be advised two more North Korean warships are approaching.

Continue salvage operation.

We will provide air coverage until surface units reach you in ten hours.

Roger, Reprisal. We appreciate that.

Admiral, Lieutenant Commander Raff, how are you, sir? I'll be doing a whole lot

better, Commander, when I get your report.

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

We suspect a radar pulse caused the missile to fire, sir. We don't know yet

where that radar came from.

Was it pilot error?

Too soon to say, sir.

All right, we'll 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 comm room?

Admiral, I need service records and fitness reports from the four pilots who

were in the air at the time.

And on the comm officer, Lieutenant Commander Walter Rockwell.

All right.

Anything else?

Yes, sir. Can you find out if any U .S. planes were flying Class 5 missions in

the area when the missile was fired?

Done.

All hands.

Gamble, I have to call you back.

Conditions free.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

All hands.

Conditions free.

Conditions free.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

The captain of Cho -san 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

act of war.

Looks like they're playing who's going to blink first, Skipper.

It will be us.

No, sir, I don't expect it will. Cag, how many F -14s do you have in the air?

Six. Tell Major Keneally to make a low pass over the bridge at the Chosin.

Element speed of Mach 1 .2 is recommended.

Aye, aye, sir.

Shake their fillings.

Panther, rip riser. You are granted permission to boom the cruiser.

Riser, panther. Roger that.

On our way.

Weather rape 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?

It looked like a... There, that.

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

Like a burst transmission?

Mm -hmm, postcode modulated.

What's it from?

I don't know, it's unusual.

Signal's real strong.

Gonna take me a couple hours to break this down.

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

Oh,

yeah.

All right, bye.

That's them.

Bud! Hi!

Hi!

Good, good. How are you? You're there so late.

Yeah, I got some things 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 nothing.

Bud, you're breaking up. I can't hear you. What are you saying?

I said it's nothing.

I heard the North Koreans are threatening you.

Oh, well, they basically said to get out of town, and the captain told them to

stick it, and then he tonic -fooded one of the lead Korean ships.

This connection is terrible.

Do you think there's going to be fighting?

I don't know.

This connection is terrible. Can you hear me? I said, I don't know.

Harriet, the reason I was calling, because I want... But I can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

What? Look, Harriet, I've called to tell you before anything happened.

Harriet.

I love you, too.

Harriet?

Harriet?

Bud?

I heard you, Bud.

This girl left her duties.

Technically, that's true, but she could have let her go with the leper man,

Senior Chief.

Why is Jay getting involved in this anyway?

No, I'm here unofficially. I'm just trying to simplify the situation.

It's already simple. If she'd have stayed where she belonged, it wouldn't

been any fire.

She almost cost me my galley. Well, she says the fire wasn't her fault. That's

irrelevant, Major.

She left the duties.

Okay, she made a mistake, but Captain's masked.

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. Well, 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.

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

test.

Do you understand what you're saying?

The day before the Korean airliner was shot down, somebody aboard this ship...

to now classified information about the missile test.

You keep this to yourself.

Sure. 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 pilot's 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 comm 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.

That's a lot of money, sir. No 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.

Not possible.

Captain, a message to the North Koreans was sent the day before the missile

launch at around 099.

Who was on duty in the comm room?

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell.

Commander, I'm not going to put my comm officer on 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 comm officer you can trust.

Is this a joke?

No joke.

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

No one's accusing you of spying, Commander, but all the transmitters are

room. You have unrestricted access.

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

been piggybacked onto any outgoing transmission, from any radio telephone

CIC or the bridge.

There's no privacy in the bridge.

Definitely CIC.

Why don't you find out who the CIC watch officer was at 0900 that morning?

Commander Reb, continue your investigation.

In the meantime, Commander Rockwell stays at his post.

Yes, sir.

CIC, sir.

Skipper.

On my way.

The North Koreans are putting MiGs in the air.

Damage vessel is completely surrounded, sir.

You got anything? Send a message to the captain of the Chosen.

This is your final warning. Stand clear.

Aye, sir.

Keg, let's punctuate that.

Have your tomcats strafe across the bow of the Chosen.

Patch me to the ship's intercom.

All hands, this is your captain.

Commercial airliner shot down by accident.

We are investigating this.

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.

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.

God bless.

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

Sir, there's a ship to ship me from the salvage vessel.

Captain Ames. Put it on the speaker.

It's Captain Hubbard.

Is that you, Hank?

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.

It doesn't appear to be a commercial airliner. Give me your best guess, Hank.

Looks like a section of an IL -76 mainstay.

Like an electronic surveillance aircraft.

Hank, are you telling me we blew up a North Korean spy plane?

Looks that way to me, Jim.

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. Find him damn quick.

Yes, sir.

XO, this is the captain.

Set condition one.

General reporters, general reporters, all hands to battle stations. This is

a drill. I say again, this is not a drill.

General reporters, general reporters, all hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill. I say again, this is not a drill.

That there never was a commercial airline.

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

They sent out a spy plane to gather data.

Then they transmitted a phony IFF 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

Like they shot themselves in. Which is why they didn't want us to find the

wreckage. Some aboard ship knew about the missile test the day before.

Sent a coded message to the North Koreans around 0900, probably from CIC.

From CIC?

What time?

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

Like I told you before, I was only gone for 10 or 15 minutes.

You went to CIC?

Yes, sir.

Any chance at operations training, I take it.

What did 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 10 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, Teresa.

Yes, ma 'am. That's right.

She wanted to get some time in.

Is that common? When newbies come on board, they're assigned 90 days of mess

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

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?

Well, you could send one, Major, but nobody would be able to read it.

You see, all transmissions from here are encrypted before they go out.

Nobody can break the code.

Now we've eliminated CIC, the comm center, and the bridge.

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.

She has sent a message to 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? I suppose it's possible.

The message was sent a few minutes after she left the galley.

Yeah.

So she goes to CIC, spends two, three minutes on the trace. It was an alibi on

the way back to the galley.

She stops at this phone, sends the message.

In all, she's gone 15 minutes.

That's kind of circumstantial to me.

Not that that should bother you.

Can I get a list of all outgoing calls from the three folks?

Sure. Names of everyone who's bought a calling card?

Sure. This is back to the same information. I can't see from Admiral.

go ahead and... Why don't you give it to her? She's standing right here.

I called the Admiral and requested background information on company.

I'm glad that can't be right.

What?

Who's this?

According to the file, Seaman Alice Tupany.

I'll call the Admiral and confirm the photo.

I'm going to the galley.

I'd 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.

Well, I know what you are. I don't know who you are.

Is that important?

I think you better come with me.

I'm going to put them away.

Don't worry about the sandwiches. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

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

The woman on board claiming to be Seaman Tepany doesn't match the description

you sent us, sir. I'm not surprised.

Alice Tepany is dead.

Just got word I found NCIS looking for her. 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 imposter ASAP. Yes, sir. And Major, get security

involved. No heroics.

Yes, sir.

Good luck,

Commander. 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 have you been a spy?

I'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 is very lucrative.

What happened to Alice Company?

That was unfortunate.

So you were a murderer.

Oh, I killed one person. How many have you killed?

And a traitor, huh?

Oh, I sell information to North Korea. It's treason.

Government sells weapons to Iraq. It's foreign policy.

It all depends on your point of view.

We're looking for Commander Rabb. Have you seen him?

No, ma 'am. Sorry.

How about Seaman Tumpany?

No, she's gone again.

And I was going to forget about the file because of what you said, but now she's

in deep trouble.

You haven't got a prayer 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!

We are facing a confrontation with the Korean Navy, Teddy 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.

All right. Have security initiate a search for the ship.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Wait 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.

Get us in the air.

Red King 3 -0 -1, up and ready.

Ma 'am, I just got word from the flight deck that Commander Rav is about to take

a tomcat up. What?

Yeah, apparently he told the plane captain that the regular pilot was down.

not, but he sure is mad.

Captain?

Excuse me, sir. Commander Rav is about to launch.

Who the hell authorized that?

No one, sir. That's my point. We've got to stop them.

Get me the air box on the horn right now.

I think we're too late.

Angel Cannon climbing.

Come left. You're heading 295.

What makes you think the Koreans will have you? You're more trouble than

worth. Are you kidding?

They're going to... Throw me a parade.

I'm bringing them an F -14.

There are two bogeys closing in on the commander.

I make them out as North Korean men.

Airboss, this is the K. Launch the ready alert. Get those F -14s in the air now.

Vector, F -14 to Commander Rabb.

Aye, Skipper.

Firefighter 1 in flight, vector 270,

Angel 15, gate.

We're approaching North Korean airspace.

Keep going.

I don't think they're going to be throwing you a parade.

I'll establish radio contact.

Sir, looks like Commander Rabb's heading for the Korean peninsula.

What's his ETA? Five minutes, sir.

The plane captain said that Harm had a female reel.

All their female reels are accounted for, Major.

I don't hear him answering.

Take us back to the Korean ship.

What, are you going to punch us?

We'll never make it. Just do it.

Yes, ma 'am.

Sir, Commander Rapp's changed force. It looks like he's heading for the Korean

ship. What the hell is he doing?

I'm not sure, sir.

Sir,

the MiGs are attacking.

Do not return fire.

I'm raising them on the radio.

I hope they're listening.

Yes, I'll hold.

Harriet! Bud, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What's happened? Is it like all over the news?

It's gone complete coverage on CNN.

Yeah, well, Commander Rapp really came through.

You all did.

You're heroes.

No, 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.

Every man... woman aboard willing to give their lives.

Hey, Rambo.

Tell Harriet we've been a little while.

Hey, it's kind of hard thinking about going back to a desk after this.

Yeah. Get a taste of danger.