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On Christmas Eve in 1969, my father was shot down over Vietnam.

Although he was declared MIA, I never gave up hope.

And after 28 years, I found a former KGB officer who told me my dad was

transferred to Siberia as a POW.

He said he had proof that my father was still alive.

No! What do you intend to do?

Go to Russia.

Find him.

Do you realize that the odds of your father being alive are practically non

-existent? Scouring an American POW on our soil would be disastrous.

The closer you come, the more danger you get.

If the information you had were true, I do my best to keep it secret.

I don't think you'll find your father, Mark.

But if you do, you'll want to be the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

In 1980, he was transferred to Beloyka in northern Siberia where... He died.

He escaped.

Does Mr. Sokol know about the photograph I sent you, Commander?

Yes. Did you tell him I sent it?

No. Good. You're being set up, Brad.

Major Sokol and Colonel Pawlowski are the same animal. They're both former

You said you could get us a ride in a MiG -29.

Well,

we've got a pilot.

How you doing, Max?

Don't ask.

I'm going to follow this river to avoid detection, but I'm going to have to

climb soon. We burned too much fuel down this low.

Keep your eyes on our sticks. I'm going to try and get this radar working.

Suck it up, Marine.

I got the radar. working. Hang on.

Hooray. Pencil inbound.

They missed.

Those are heat seekers.

We got between them and the sun. It's a bigger target.

Here they come again.

I won't fool them twice.

can't we fight back we're not armed all i have is spit i don't even

have that

Russian Air Defense Command announced this afternoon that a MiG -29 flown by

American naval aviators collided with a migrating flock of geese and

disintegrated in midair.

The incident happened over Lake Archinskoye. It couldn't be them, could

course not. The identities of the two officers, a Navy lieutenant commander

a Marine Corps major, are being withheld pending notification of next of kin.

I don't believe it.

It's been confirmed by our embassy in Moscow.

Lieutenant Commander Rav and Major McKenzie were killed while taking a

demonstration ride in a MiG -29.

Rav wasn't in Russia to take a joyride, sir.

Evidently, he met a Major Nikolai who took him for a check ride in a MiG -29,

then let him take Major McKenzie up.

Major Nikolai was flying their wing when he saw the MiG strike a flock of

migrating geese and disintegrate in midair. The Russians are very

The Russians are lying, sir.

To what end, Admiral?

Maybe if harm found his father, the Russians don't want us to know it.

Don't sail into those waters, A .J. It could scuttle your career.

What the hell with my career?

If Rab found his father in Russia, we need to know it. This country needs to

know it. This country needs to know the truth.

Going public with Rab's fantasies would only raise false hopes among M .I .A.

families who have suffered far too much.

You don't have to worry about me going public, Mr. Secretary.

Thank you. But Rab did visit his mother before he left.

Oh, God.

You'll handle it.

Yes, sir.

When are they shipping the bodies home?

They haven't found them yet.

What? What was left of the MiG crashed in Lake Archanskoia. It's quite deep.

They're dragging for the bodies, but they may never recover them.

Webb, Farm and Mac are the closest things to friends you've got.

What really happened?

Admiral, everything I'm telling you, I got straight from Ernie McGill, our

of station in Moscow.

What didn't you tell me?

Let it go, A .J.

Not until I know the truth, and apparently the only way to get that is

the next flight to Moscow.

Admiral, you are not going to Moscow.

Mr. Secretary, with all due respect, sir, you don't want to try to stop me.

That's what you get when you make an admiral out of a seal.

He must be the one they're searching for.

Maybe they'll give us a reward for finding him. A reward?

Russians? They'll blame the crash on us. Kill me, rape you, take Vlad and burn

our wagon.

Getting out of here.

We can't leave him hanging there. He's a Russian.

I want the silk.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm a little woozy.

Must have hit something punching there.

Lost my helmet.

I don't remember much after that.

Saw this guy coming at me with a knife.

They were trying to help.

Anything broken?

Just my ego.

Never been shot down before.

You were shot down?

You speak English.

We were raised in England.

You are American spy pilots?

No. Too bad.

American spy pilots have gold coins for those people that helped them.

I'm afraid all we have is $100 bills.

Lots of them.

That's Mark.

What if he's the one who had a shot there?

For a second there, I thought you were going to turn us in.

For a second, I almost did.

I knew this would be my lucky day.

How's that?

You're American, Buck.

I like Americans.

They're not cheap like the British or the Germans or the French.

Who are the worst of all? They give you these petite tips and insult you while

they do it.

You know, I hate to disillusion you, um... Alexei?

Alexei, but, uh, I don't tip.

You make joke, huh?

Don't you need to know where we're going?

I think you tell me when you're ready.

Meantime, the meter's running. That is true.

American Embassy.

Sure thing, boss.

According to Major Nikolai, who was flying your wing, they went down here,

Lake Archinskoia.

The Russians have recovered some wreckage, but no bodies.

Has anybody from the Embassy interviewed this Major Nikolai who witnessed the

accident? I did. In Lubyanka Prison, where he's under military arrest for

permitting an unauthorized flight.

You believe him?

I believe he's in trouble.

He had a real sweat working.

Admiral, the Russians have heard rumors as to why Commander Rabb was here.

So far, their inquiries have been unofficial, and my job is to keep them

way.

You're conducting an investigation, no matter how unofficial, that makes that

near impossible.

Mr. Gill, I don't give a damn about your job. I'm here to find out what happened

to my people, and by God, that's what I'm going to do.

Webb said you'd be a bear.

He ought to know.

He also said to make that little speech, and when it didn't work, offer you

every assistance.

Webb said that?

Yes, sir. But there is a quid pro quo.

There always is with Webb.

You keep a low profile and report anything you learn to me.

Mr. McGill, are you recruiting me for the CIA?

It's Ernie, Admiral.

And yes.

I am.

Hitler tried to exterminate us.

Then Stalin.

We're a hard people to kill.

Some of us escaped to England.

The rest east to Siberia.

Now that the Soviet Union is gone...

My sister and I are going to join the Romaine wandering there.

Romaine?

It means the people.

What you Gadjo call gypsies.

Back in the States, the Navajo call themselves the people.

Can their men dance on eggs?

And their women see the future?

Well, I think if the Navajo men danced on eggs, they'd be scrambled.

They do believe that they're, uh...

Medicine women are precognitive.

But you don't.

The future's not in the rolling of bones or the reading of tea leaves.

It is if you have the gift.

And the Roman have this gift.

My sister Ruzsa has often seen the future.

In her dreams.

She dreamed we would return to Russia.

And here we are.

Couldn't that be a self -fulfilling prophecy?

Yeah.

But it isn't.

How far is it to Beloyka?

A month.

Maybe two.

We have to avoid the main roads.

What's so important in Beloyka?

My father was a prisoner of the KGB.

He escaped from a train near Beloyka 18 years ago.

You're wasting your time.

Why? If he was alive, why didn't he come out when the Soviet Union collapsed?

Well, maybe he doesn't know the Soviet Union has collapsed.

I hear there are villages in Siberia where people still believe a czar rules

Russia.

I don't doubt it.

But if he's gone so deep to ground, you'll never find him.

Well, I have to try.

Can't be more than a couple days' ride on the Trans -Siberian Railway.

We'll pay you if you'll take us to a railway station.

There is a station at town.

A day's ride.

But you'll be spotted. You're too American -looking. I don't think so.

Tell your fortune, Taylor.

Good God. She's Romany Chai.

Any luck?

Some.

Divers located the cockpit.

Injection seats are missing.

They got out.

Are they alive?

I don't know. We swept the forest until dark.

Found nothing.

We go up again at first light.

Huh.

Who ordered them shot down?

Colonel Zotko.

Alerted Air Defense Command that the MiG -29 had been hijacked by Chechenian

rebels. They had interceptors up and waiting before Commander Abtukov.

And no one checked the authenticity of such an order.

It came from Lubyanka.

Calls from Lubyanka have not been questioned in 80 years.

There is no Colonel Zatkov at Lubyanka.

Who is he? I thought perhaps you could tell me.

Me?

How can I know what the teacher does not?

Oh, you graduated long ago, Misha.

I'm quite certain your few moves ahead of me in this chess game will seem to be

played. I have no idea what you're talking about, Mikhail.

I have secured the silence of everyone involved in the shoot -down and put out

cover story.

Lieutenant Commander Rapp and Major McKenzie were killed in a tragic

while flying a MiG -29.

And everyone believes this?

It is in everybody's interest to believe it, including the Americans.

I don't mind lying to the Americans, but lying to our superiors is inviting a

firing squad.

Not if we root out this Colonel Zatkov, who is trying to destroy perestroika.

What do we do if Rab and McKenzie are still alive?

We've been through this before.

They won't kill her. But if we interfere, we're all dead.

They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.

The American is going to die.

We don't need your help. We don't need your money.

We don't want to help you.

So go.

What did we do?

You parachuted into our lives.

That's not Russian, is it?

No, I think it's gypsy.

We don't speak gypsy.

We speak Romanesque.

Look, whatever language it is, you don't use... Polite?

You want me to be polite when the Russians are going... What?

What are the Russians going to do? Just go!

My sister had a dream last night. They have a right to know why you're acting

like a crazy woman.

She dreamed Russian soldiers tried to rape her. And you...

No, stop it.

I would die for you and you know it.

You must have had a nightmare, Roja. It wasn't a nightmare.

It was a vision. How do you know?

Because I have been cursed with visions since I was 12.

Not all of which come true.

She dreamed I would be shot chasing a chicken.

I never chase chickens.

Good. If you did, someone would shoot you.

Ruja, these Russian soldiers in your dream, they were looking for us, weren't

they? That's why you want us to go?

Yes. They were looking for you.

Or maybe not you.

I'm not sure.

That part of the vision is confusing.

You're not in it. And my brother would die defending me.

Then Max's right. It was a nightmare.

No.

It's a vision.

Tell them the dream, Ruzsa.

They have a right to know since you're kicking them out of camp.

Tell them, Ruzska.

I was bathing in the stream when four Russian soldiers came from the trees.

I was frightened, not by their guns, but by the looks in their eyes.

And I screamed.

And you were coming to help me.

But Vasya stopped you.

I would tear out their throats.

I know, Vasya.

I know.

You came running out of the trees like a madman.

You shot three of them before the last one killed you.

Nice fit, Tasia. Thank you.

You don't believe me?

I believe it was a nightmare.

But if it was a vision, then all you have to do is stay out of the water

we get to Peril.

It was from this military airfield outside of Moscow, a two American naval

airmen... Took off in a MiG -29 on what proved to be a fatal demonstration

flight. That's him, boss. See you in the news.

Why do you want to talk to him?

He ran off with my wife.

For real, boss?

I'm here to take her home. Got four kids.

Two in diapers.

You're going to beat him up?

If he doesn't take me to her.

Boss, you could get in big trouble.

Then I get in trouble. Then maybe I lose my license, eh, boss?

Russian military officers have privately expressed surprise at an American naval

aviator being allowed to fly a state -of -the -art Russian fighter.

But with the Russian economy in chaos and the U .S. backing their IMF loans,

one in the Russian government would even speculate that this may not have been

an authorized flight.

This is Chuck DePalma for CNN in Moscow.

Okay, cut it, John, and get some B -roll of the helos going in and out. I want

to do the story on the search effort next, okay?

Sounds like you're not buying the Russian story either, Chuck.

AJ, what the hell are you doing here? Don't smile, don't shake my hand. I told

my driver you ran off with my wife.

You don't have a wife.

You didn't know that.

Same deal we had on the Aviano investigation?

Works for me.

What do you know?

Well, not as much as I thought I did.

And you wouldn't be here asking me questions if those officers were

espionage. Now, what would make you think that?

The Russian cover story is a lie.

They didn't collide with a flock of geese. It's September, A .J. The geese

around here don't migrate until late November.

You should have known that.

And also, it's this Major Nikolai, the one that was flying the wing with them

when they went down, has disappeared.

My sources tell me that he's being questioned in Lubyanka Prison by the

Security Service.

Euphemism for the KGB.

Yeah, a lot of ex -KGB boys in it.

Your driver works for one of them, Major Sokol.

My driver, Alexei?

He's my next interview.

Word is he drove Rav and McKenzie around Moscow.

They didn't die.

Well, I saw your friend Falcon, and if I saw him, he saw us.

Her friend? He's not my friend. He helped us in Moscow.

He probably had a shot, yeah.

I think your friend Harlovsky did that.

His friend, your friend.

Seems like you have as many friends who want to kill you as enemies.

Get back inside.

Here he comes again.

Hey, Jake, what are you doing?

Back so soon. Come here.

See that cabbie down there?

The one pacing?

Name's Alexei. Ring any bells?

Half dozen.

Alexei's a common name in Russia.

Well, this Alexei works for Major Sokol of the Federal Security Service.

Major Sokol. You know how I found that out?

How? Chuck DePalma, ZNN correspondent covering the story.

You shouldn't be talking to reporters, AJ.

Local ZNN reporter knows all the players in Red Square. Why the hell don't you?

Alexei isn't working for Major Sokol.

He's not?

Then who the hell is he working for?

Me, AJ.

Smile. I didn't think they'll get more than their fortunes told.

But I don't even know how to read palms.

No one does.

Yeah, but you believe in visions.

Ah, visions are one thing, palms are another.

Remember to give the men long lives and plenty of women.

And the women?

Ah, they get a husband and plenty of babies.

You're in luck.

A crowd this size can only be waiting for the respire. The express train that

runs from Moscow to Vladivostok in six days.

Then we should make Ployka in, too.

Look. Yeah.

They looking for us, or are they always here?

Maybe both.

But they're not looking for our men.

We're not very popular, are we?

They're afraid we'll kill their women.

But don't worry.

I'll wait till you're on the train.

Hustling with tourists?

She's so natural.

I think you have Roman blood in your vein.

My great -grandmother was a Cherokee Indian.

Indians again.

There must be some connection.

The train arrives in 20 minutes.

Ruja and I will buy your tickets with our identity papers.

Won't they check our papers when we get on the train?

I don't know.

I never ride the Rusia.

We'll worry about that when the time comes.

Harm, we shouldn't get on this train.

Mac, we can't take too much to get there by wagon. I don't think we should go

there at all.

What? If we reach Beloyka, we'll disappear just like your father.

Mac, don't let this gypsy fortune teller thing go to your head.

Look at the odds, Harm. We're in the middle of Russia with Parlovsky or

trying to stop us. We don't have any identification papers. You don't know

language. And you have no plan other than to get us to Beloyka.

Is that sound mission planning?

Chickening out on me?

You know better than that.

Answer my question. What is your plan other than to take a train to Beloyka?

You're being driven by emotions, and those emotions are going to get us

You can quit.

I can't.

My father is out there somewhere, and I'm going to find him. Or die trying.

Or die trying.

But you shouldn't.

You come with me farther than anyone I know.

I'll never forget that, Mac.

No.

Because I always knew it would come down to this.

And that you'd need me to come up with a dispassionate plan.

Where are they?

The Americans, I know they were with you, Gypsy. Those are our tickets.

We're joining the Roman in Beloyka.

I told you he spotted us

this morning.

Commander!

Sarah!

I know you can hear me!

I'm here to help you!

He got my attention.

He always had your attention.

I'm not the only one looking for you!

Your only chance is to come with me!

If he was ruthless enough to shoot us down, wouldn't he have strafed us on the

road?

Commander Raff!

I'll get you to Beloitka!

I'll help you find your father!

Trust my intuition, Harp. You know me.

I couldn't blow Alexei's cover. The stakes were too high.

The Russian mafia thinks Alexei's working for them.

Russian mafia?

They have Alexei keeping tabs on Colonel Parlovsky and Major Sokol.

One of them is procuring six nuclear -tipped missiles for the mafia to sell

the highest bidder.

Alexei couldn't stop Rab from stealing that MiG -29 without blowing his cover

with the mafia, Parlovsky, and Sokol.

You work for Parlovsky and Sokol?

They pay me to spy on each other.

How do you keep him straight?

Well, that's worse than dating three women at the same time.

I should be so fortunate.

All Alexei has to remember is that he works for the highest bidder.

Me.

Right, Alexei? Right, boss.

Right, so what has all this got to do with Rab trying to find his father?

Once a bad apple, always a bad apple.

We know the one stealing missiles for the mafia is the same KGB rogue who ran

the POW shuttle that brought harm's father to Russia.

Quit talking like a cheap spy novel, Webb, and tell me who it is.

We don't know.

You don't know.

Most intel points to Colonel Parlovsky, but that intel is connected to Major

Sokol, who could be planting it to cover his own butt.

And we can't afford to nab the wrong man, not when it comes to nuclear

So Rab's the bait, and whoever kills him, that's your man.

I wouldn't put it like that.

Just how the hell would you put it, Webb?

I'm not trying to get Rab killed.

He was going to keep coming until we found his father.

I thought we'd uncover our man before he stopped Rab. Yeah, but you didn't. They

blew him out of the sky and you did nothing.

You knew they were going to be shot down, didn't you?

So how is it you don't know who gave the order?

We eavesdrop on all calls from Lubyanka. We picked up the one from a Colonel

Zavkov.

I contacted Alexei and told him to do everything he could to stop Rab without

blowing his cover.

Well, if Harm and Matt go down, I'm going to personally put you in the

with them.

We're talking six nuclear -tipped missiles here, A .J., in the hands of

highest bidder.

You'd risk a dozen SEAL teams to stop that. Damn right I would, but at least

they'd know why they put their lives on the line. Listen, measure focal return.

And here's Colonel Pawlowski to meet him.

When that helo lands, we'll know which one is our man. How? Colonel Pawlowski

received a call informing him that Major Sokol had picked up Commander Rabb and

Major McKenzie at the Parham Railway Depot, traveling under the guise of

gypsies. So they are still alive. What the hell did you tell me? We don't know

that.

If Sokol is Colonel Zatkov... They're both dead.

But if Pawlowski is Zatkov, they'll be on that helo.

Give me a minute.

So you can shoot me?

Depends on whether Harmon Mack are on that or he was.

There's Barlovsky.

And there's Midgersoll.

We're Harb and Mac.

Dammit, Webb, they're not on the helo.

Thank God.

Barlovsky. Barlovsky's our man.

Parlovsky's driver's going for a weapon.

He's going to kill them all. We don't know that, AJ.

And we need to catch the men Parlovsky's working with.

M, you

okay? Yes, sir.

Webb, what are you doing here?

Getting decked.

You're going to be okay, Mark.

It's not that bad.

You should have gotten shot sooner.

Alexei, what are you doing here? I came to tell you I quit, boss.

Colonel.

Colonel, you know what happened to my father.

When I heard you were seeking your father in Svyshevo, I knew it must be

I called Tiete.

That was the name I gave the one who looked like you.

I found him in the barn, nearly frozen to death,

and nursed him back to life.

For two years he worked the farm with me and my brother.

We spoke Russian.

He never told us who he was or where he came from.

But I knew it was from far away because he seemed always to be looking to the

horizon.

I knew someday he would leave me.

What?

What did she say?

She said that this is where the three of them came to picnic.

The day Tete was killed.

Hillary, go on.

I

was

swimming in the pool when the soldiers came.

My brother tried to stop Tietze from helping me. He was afraid we would all

killed.

But when he saw how bravely Tietze died, it inspired him.

He killed the fourth soldier with his bare hands.

Where's my father buried?

My brother took the bodies into the taiga to bury them.

I don't know where. He wouldn't tell me.

He was afraid I would go there and someone would say.

Where's your brother now?

He died 15 years ago.

Chekhov said the strength of the taiga

does not lie in its giant trees and silence, but in that only

migrating birds know where it ends.

Only the birds and your father.