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[seagulls cawing]

[speaking Italian]

[boy speaking Italian]

Papa!

[man speaks Italian]

[whooshing]

[Hawkeye] CAG? HAWKEYE.

NO-FLY VIOLATORS
CLOSING ON US WITH
POSSIBLE HOSTILE INTENT.

ANGELS 18, VECTOR 080.

08. WE'RE ON OUR WAY.

TWO TARGETS, CAG. 70 MILES.

CLOSED RATE 1,200 KNOTS.

LOOKS LIKE MIG 21s.

-DO YOU HAVE 'EM ON VIDEO?
-NEGATIVE.

[CAG] HOW DO YOU
KNOW THEY'RE FISHBEDS?

EDUCATED GUESS, CAG.
TARGET SIZE IS SMALL,

AND PREVIOUS SERB NO-FLY
VIOLATORS HAVE BEEN FISHBEDS.

WE DON'T GUESS IN THIS
MAN'S NAVY, LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

NO, SIR! 50 MILES.

-[buzzer buzzing]
-PHOENIX ARE FIRE-AND-FORGET.

YOU CAN SHOOT 'EM ANYTIME, CAG.

-DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX?
-NO, SIR.

-STAND IT DOWN.
-BUT, SIR!

IS YOUR INTERCOM
MALFUNCTIONING, LIEUTENANT?

NO, SIR. PHOENIX STANDING DOWN.

[beeping]

-WE'RE BEING PAINTED!
-I HAVE EARS.

TWENTY MILES! PICKING
THEM UP ON VIDEO.

TWO FISHBEDS OVER
THE ATOLLS, SIR.

-[beeping continues]
-COMBAT SPREAD.

I'LL TAKE 'EM BOTH.
COVER MY SIX.

ROGER THAT.

WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM
WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

NINE MILES! THEY'VE LOCKED ON!

[CAG] YOU EVER BEEN
IN A KNIFE FIGHT, ARUTTI?

[beeping]

MISSILE INBOUND!

[missile firing]

[beeping]

[CAG] WHERE'S THE OTHER BOGIE?

[Arutti] I... I LOST HIM.

[Mace] BOGIE ON YOUR SIX, CAG.

[rapid beeping]

[beeping locks]

[CAG] HOW WE DOING, LIEUTENANT?

LIEUTENANT, ARE YOU WITH ME?

[panting] TO HELL AND BACK,
SIR.

TO HELL AND BACK.

GEAR DOWN AND LOCKED.
HOOK DOWN.

[Arutti] 135 ON THE GLIDE PATH.

511, TOMCAT AND BALL.

ROGER. BALL.

[tires screeching]

[Ripper] TOMCAT! 112! YOU'RE
A MILE AND A QUARTER.

TOW THE BALL!

135 ON GLIDE PATH.

[Mace] TOMCAT, 112. BALL, 3.6.

CONGRATULATIONS, SIR!

-I TAKE IT THE WORD IS OUT.
-YOU BET!

[exhaling]

CHIEF, IF I BAGGED A KLINGON,

I BELIEVE YOU'D KNOW
WHAT FLAG TO PAINT ON HER.

KLINGONS ARE EASY, SIR.

NOW, A ROMULAN WARSHIP,
THAT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM.
THEY'RE INVISIBLE.

[jet whooshing]

[people cheering]

-YEAH!
-[man] TOMCAT!

CONGRATULATIONS ON
BUSTING YOUR CHERRY.

I'M SORRY, MA'AM.
IT'S JUST A TERM WE USE
WHEN YOU GET YOUR FIRST KILL.

I'M FAMILIAR WITH
THE TERM, CHIEF,

AND I SUGGEST YOU
COME UP WITH SOMETHING

MORE APPROPRIATE
FOR TODAY'S NAVY.

YES, MA'AM.

[Arutti] SIR!

SIR, MAY I HAVE A WORD
WITH YOU BEFORE DEBRIEFING?

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY
I DIDN'T USE THE PHOENIX?

[panting] Y-YES, SIR.

WHAT'S A PHOENIX
MISSILE COST, LIEUTENANT?

A MILLION DOLLARS, SIR.

YOU THINK A COUPLE
OF CAMEL JOCKEYS

ARE WORTH
THAT KIND OF MONEY?

SERBS DON'T RIDE CAMELS, SIR.

WELL, THEY FLY LIKE THEY DO.

SIR, THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN
WHY WE TOOK THEM ON ALONE.

I WANTED TO SEE IF YOU HAD
THE GUTS FOR A KNIFE FIGHT.

AND YOU DON'T.

THAT'S NOT FAIR, SIR.

WELL, HELL, I DON'T HAVE TO BE
FAIR, LIEUTENANT. I'M THE CAG.

[whistle blowing]

[man] BUSTER TO BRAVO.

WORKING PARTY
IN THE POST OFFICE.

WAY TO SMOKE 'EM, GIRL!

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL! PUH-POW!

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM,
PAINTER. CAG DID.

[exclaiming] DON'T BE GIVIN'
THE CHAUFFEUR CREDIT!

WHY NOT? HE DESERVES IT.

[Painter] HEY. HEY,
ANGELA. ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M OKAY.
WHY WOULDN'T I BE?

YOU CERTAINLY DON'T
SEEM LIKE THE PERSON

WHO JUST MADE THE
COVER OF TIMEMAGAZINE.

TIME?I THOUGHT IT WAS PLAYBOY.

MACE, YOU'RE SUCH A JERK.

SEE? THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!

YOU KNOW WHAT, PARD?

I THINK THE LADY WET
HER PANTIES UP THERE.

ANGELA? NO WAY, MAN.

SHE'S ICE.

YEAH, WELL, ICE MELTS
WHEN IT GETS HOT.

[whistle blowing]

[Arutti] 50 MILES. PHOENIX
ARE FIRE-AND-FORGET.

YOU CAN SHOOT 'EM ANYTIME, CAG.

[CAG] DID I REQUEST
A PHOENIX? STAND IT DOWN.

[Arutti] BUT, SIR!

[CAG] IS YOUR INTERCOM
MALFUNCTIONING, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NO, SIR!
PHOENIX STANDING DOWN!

-WE'RE BEING PAINTED!
-[CAG] I HAVE EARS.

[Arutti] TWENTY MILES! PICKING
THEM UP ON VIDEO!

TWO FISHBEDS OVER
THE ATOLLS, SIR!

[CAG] COMBAT SPREAD. I'LL TAKE
'EM BOTH. COVER MY SIX.

[Arutti] WE'RE TAKING
THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM
WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NINE MILES!

[CAG] YOU EVER BEEN IN
A KNIFE FIGHT, ARUTTI?

[Arutti] MISSILE INBOUND!

[dance music playing]

[people chattering]

[Painter] YOU'VE GOT IT!

-[crowd cheering]
-[man] LET'S GO.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

COME ON, BUDDY! COME ON!

[man 1] COME ON! YOU'VE GOT IT!

[Cassie grunting]

[crowd cheers]

YOUR TURN, RIPPER.

[man 2] COME ON, RIP.

[crowd continues cheering]

[Keeter] COME ON,
RIP. COME ON, MAN.

READY?

THAT'S IT, GUY!

COME ON, BUDDY!
PRESS 'EM, RIP! LET'S GO!

[crowd cheering]

TRY, MAN. DON'T
LET HER BEAT YOU!

DON'T LET HER! COME ON, MAN!

[Keeter] TRY! TRY!

I CAN'T TAKE IT! TAKE IT.

[crowd jeering]

[man] YOU DISAPPOINT ME, PAL!

THAT'S THE THIRD BOTTLE OF
JACK YOU OWE ME THIS CRUISE.

[men whooping]

[man] HOW MANY IS THAT, RIP?

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GIVE UP?

NEVER.

CASSIE MAY BE RIPPED,
BUT SHE STILL SQUATS,

AND NO SQUATTER'S
GONNA OUT-PRESS ME.

WELL, THIS ONE DID.

IT'S GOTTA BE A TRICK.

MAYBE SHE WANTED IT
MORE THAN YOU DID, RIP.

SHE'S ON 'ROIDS, KEETER.

-NO WAY! THEY'D SHOW UP
IN HER FLIGHT PHYSICAL.
-THAT'S RIGHT.

SO YOU'RE SAYING THE FLIGHT
SURGEON'S LOOKIN' THE OTHER WAY.

THE NAVY'D DO ANYTHING TO
MAKE THESE SQUATTERS LOOK GOOD.

THERE ARE LIMITS, RIP.

NO, THERE'S NOT.

HEY. HEY.

I JUST TOOK RIPPER FOR
ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JACK.

[laughing] WHY DO YOU DO IT?

YOU KNOW HE'S ONLY GOING
TO GET YOU MORE WAVE-OFFS.

[Cassie] THE SCUTTLEBUTT
SAYS A TV REPORTER'S COMIN'

ON THE MORNING
C.O.D. TO INTERVIEW YOU.

I DON'T WANT TO BE INTERVIEWED.

EVERYBODY IN WHEELING,
WEST VIRGINIA'S GONNA
SEE YOU ON THE TUBE,

INCLUDING THAT JERK
OF AN EX-BOYFRIEND.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM.
MY FOLKS WORRY ENOUGH ABOUT ME.

LET THEM INTERVIEW CAG.

THE PRESS DOESN'T WANT TO
TALK TO THE ANCIENT MARINER.

THEY WANT THE FEMALE
WARRIOR WHO SMOKED TWO MIGS.

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM.
THE ANCIENT MARINER DID.

DAMN IT, ANGELA!

I CAN'T TAKE CREDIT FOR
SOMETHIN' I DIDN'T DO.

YOU DIDN'T SCREW
THE POOCH UP THERE, DID YOU?

-NO.
-WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

I DON'T...

I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLURB
ON THE EVENING NEWS.

UNTIL TODAY,
THE ONLY FEMALE AVIATORS
THE PRESS WERE TALKING TO

WERE GETTIN' THEIR SIXES
GRABBED AT TAILHOOK.

WE NEED BLURBS LIKE YOU.

I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

OH, HELL. THAT'S EASY.

SO WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING
A WOMAN IN COMBAT?

IT'S THE SAME AS
BEING A MAN IN COMBAT.

WELL, WEREN'T YOU FRIGHTENED?

I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO
BE FRIGHTENED, SIR.

DAMN NEAR WET MY PANTS.

-WOULDN'T SAY THAT.
-IT'S THE TRUTH.

I WAS SO SCARED
UP THERE, CASSIE.

SO?

EVERY TIME I MAKE A NIGHT
TRAP,

MY HEART'S IN MY THROAT.

FEAR CAN BE USEFUL.
IT SHARPENS THE SENSES.

IT CAN GIVE YOU AN EDGE.

IT GIVES ME DOUBTS.

[Cassie] WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

I GOTTA GET SOME AIR.

JUST AIR?

[typing]

DAMN IT, ANGELA!

[door closing]

[siren blaring]

[man] 320 ON DECK.

COMING UP ON THE STARBOARD SIDE!

[ATC chattering]

[grunting]

[gasps]

[panting]

OH, GOD! I NEED YOU TONIGHT.

[whistle blowing]

[voice on intercom] FUEL SPILL
ON DECK. 922 IS CLEAR.

MOVE 184 TO THE 25, TIE DOWN,
AND CLEAN IT UP.

MOVE 184 TO THE 25, TIE DOWN,
AND CLEAN IT UP.

[Ripper] I'M GONNA GET
HER TOMORROW, KEETER.

[Keeter] YOU'RE JUST GONNA
LOSE ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JACK.

[scoffing] YOU WANNA BET?

[thunder rumbling]

[Keeter] WHAT?

NOTHIN'.

[siren blaring]

[Arutti grunts]

[panting]

[panting]

NO!

[splashing]

[male announcer on TV] FROM
THE NBC STUDIOS IN BURBANK,

THE TONIGHT SHOW WITH JAY LENO!

[crowd cheering]

FEATURING KEVIN EUBANKS
ANDTHE TONIGHT SHOW BAND.

AND NOW, JAY LENO!

[music playing]

UH, THIS JUST IN,
ONE OF THE NAVY, UH,
F-14 TOMCATS SHOT DOWN

A COUPLE OF SERBIAN MIGS
OVER BOSNIA THIS AFTERNOON.

LISTEN TO THIS, THE RADAR
INTERCEPT OFFICER

IN THE TOMCAT WAS A WOMAN!

BOY, YOU THOUGHT GETTING
SHOT DOWN

BY A WOMAN IN
A BAR WAS BAD! OH, MY GOD!

[crowd laughing]

YOU WATCHING THIS, TEDDY?

UH, YES, SIR. IF ADMIRAL DRAKE
WERE SMART,

HE'D MAKE THIS R.I.O. MORE
FAMOUS THAN AMELIA EARHART.

SHE'S MISSING, SIR.

DID ANYBODY TELL FDR?

SIR?

THAT AMELIA EARHART WAS MISSING?

OH! NO, SIR. SHE'S NOT MISSING.

WELL, I GUESS SHE IS MISSING,
SIR, BUT THAT'S NOT WHO
I'M REFERRING TO.

I MEANT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

WHO'S LIEUTENANT ARUTTI?

THE FEMALE R.I.O.
THAT JAY LENO'S

TALKING ABOUT, SIR.

SHE DISAPPEARED
AT SEA LAST NIGHT.

THINK WE CAN LAY
THIS OFF ON NIS?

NOT AFTER READING THIS, SIR.

IT JUST CAME IN
FROM C.I.N.C.-MED.

DAMN!

WHO'S AVAILABLE?

CAPTAIN MORTON

IS OUR SENIOR OFFICER
IN NAPLES, SIR.

HE CAN BE ON THE
SEAHAWKWITHIN THE HOUR.

YEAH, AND IN A SPITTING CONTEST

WITH THE SHIP'S CAPTAIN
TEN MINUTES LATER.

NO, I WANT A JUNIOR OFFICER

SO THAT
THE SEAHAWK'S SKIPPER

ISN'T INTIMIDATED BY
THE INVESTIGATION.

YOU'RE SURE YOU WANT TO TRUST
THIS TO A JUNIOR OFFICER, SIR?

YOU WANT TO TAKE IT, TEDDY?

I THINK MY CURRENT DUTIES
WOULD PRECLUDE

AN IMMEDIATE
DEPARTURE, SIR.

YOU HAVE THE SURVIVAL INSTINCTS
OF A POLITICIAN, TEDDY.

WHERE'S LIEUTENANT RABB?

UH, PROBABLY AT THE
FRENCH EMBASSY, SIR.

I-IT'S BASTILLE DAY. MOST OF
OUR PEOPLE ATTEND THAT PARTY.

WELL, I WANT HIM ON A JET
TO NAPLES IN 30 MINUTES.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

-MAKE THAT 20 MINUTES.
-YES, SIR!

-AND, TEDDY?
-SIR?

SEND A FEMALE JG WITH HIM.

A FEMALE, SIR?

YES. I WANT A WOMAN ON
THE TEAM

IN CASE WE HAVE
TO FACE THE PRESS.

-AND, TEDDY?
-SIR?

MAKE SURE SHE'S
EASY ON THE EYES, HUH?

YES, SIR.

[Leno] ANOTHER THING
ABOUT THAT FEMALE AVIATOR,

NOW, THIS HAS GOT TO
BE VERY EMBARRASSING

TO BILL CLINTON AND DAN QUAYLE.

NOW, WOMEN THEIR DAUGHTERS' AGE

HAVE MORE COMBAT
EXPERIENCE THAN THEY DO.

[crowd laughing]

THERE SHE IS!

[laughing]

MY FIRST TIME ON
A CARRIER! YOU, TOO?

[ATC] THE MEN OF THETI
OFFER A BIG WELCOME ABOARD

TO THEIR FAMILY AND
FRIENDS ON THIS 4TH OF JULY!

[Harmon Rabb, Sr.]
HERE YOU GO, HARM!

YEAH!

SOME DAY, SON,

A STICK AND THROTTLE LIKE
THAT'LL TAKE YOU TO THE MOON.

[crew member]
WATCH YOUR STEP, MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

OH!

WELCOME TO THE CARRIER, MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

[Roberts] LIEUTENANT RABB?

ENSIGN BUD ROBERTS,
PUBLIC AFFAIRS OFFICER.

SKIPPER ASSIGNED ME TO
BE YOUR ESCORT ON BOARD
THE SEAHAWK,SIR.

-SOMETHING WRONG, ENSIGN?
-NO, SIR!

SKIPPER'S REQUESTED THAT
YOU REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO
THE NAVIGATIONS BRIDGE.

SO IF YOU COULD
STICK TO MY SIX...

THAT'S WHAT PILOTS CALL
THEIR TAIL, I'LL LEAD THE WAY.

YOU A PILOT, ENSIGN?

NO, MA'AM.

IT'S JUST THAT EVERYBODY USES
PILOT JARGON ON A CARRIER.

BOLTER!

[zooming]

[Pike] WHAT HAPPENED?

HE DIDN'T TRAP, TOUCHED DOWN
LONG, MISSED ALL FOUR WIRES.

I DIDN'T KNOW LIEUTENANT RABB
SERVED ON A CARRIER, MA'AM.

NEITHER DID I.

[ATC] THAT BOLTER'S LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI'S ROOMMATE, CAG.

ARE YOU SURE SHE
SHOULD BE FLYING TODAY?

IF PULLER WAS A MAN,

WOULD YOU GIVE HIM A DAY OFF
TO GET IT TOGETHER?

[officer] YES, SIR. ONE MOMENT.

CAG, SKIPPER'S ON
THE HORN FOR YOU, SIR.

[people chattering]

SKIPPER?

DAMN, CAG. HE LOOKS LIKE HAMMER.

YEAH. TOO BAD
HE COULDN'T FLY LIKE HIM.

OH, I THOUGHT IT WAS
A NIGHT VISION PROBLEM.

SO THEY SAY, SKIPPER.

[bell ringing]

EXCUSE ME, SIR. SINCE YOU
KNOW YOUR WAY AROUND,

I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU
IN THE OFFICER'S WARDROOM.

I ALSO HAVE TO BABY-SIT
THE PRESS TODAY.

UH, NOT THAT I WAS SAYING THAT
I WAS BABY-SITTING YOU, SIR.

-THERE'S A REPORTER ON BOARD?
-YES, SIR.

AND A CAMERAMAN. THEY CAME
TO INTERVIEW LIEUTENANT ARUTTI

BEFORE WE KNEW SHE WAS MISSING.

SKIPPER ORDERED ME
TO SIT ON THEM UNTIL HE
DECIDES WHAT TO DO.

-WHEN DID THEY ARRIVE?
-ON THE MORNING C.O.D.

EXCUSE ME, SIR, THE SKIPPER
WANTS YOU ON THE BRIDGE!

MA'AM?

[exclaiming]

[indistinct chattering
on intercom]

HEY, BORINI! BORINI! WAKE UP!

THE GOOD HUMOR MAN IS HERE.

AND HE'S GOT A GOOD
HUMOR LADY WITH HIM.

HUH?

EXCUSE ME, SIR. DO YOU
HAVE ANY, UH, CHOCOLATE CHIP?

OR ROCKY ROAD.

ENSIGN, YOU THINK YOU COULD,
UH, RUSTLE UP SOME ICE CREAM?

SIR. YES, SIR.

DID YOU CHECK OUT
THEIR INSIGNIAS, BORINI?

I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THAT HIGH.

THEY'RE JAG OFFICERS.

NOW WHAT WOULD A PAIR OF
NAVAL LAWYERS IN DRESS WHITES

BE DOING ON A CARRIER
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MED?

WHATEVER IT IS, I'LL TAPE IT.

DON'T I KNOW YOU?

WE MET ABOUT 15 YEARS
AGO IN BANGKOK, SIR.

YOU... GOD! HARM, RIGHT?

HARMON RABB, JR. GOLLY!

HIS OLD MAN IS AN M.I.A.

AT 16, HE SNEAKED INTO NORTH
VIETNAM TO LOOK FOR HIM.

THAT WAS A VERY GUTSY MOVE.

A VERY FUTILE ONE, SIR.

THAT DOESN'T MAKE
IT ANY LESS GUTSY.

[Roberts] WE ONLY
HAVE STRAWBERRY, SIR.

ENSIGN, WHY DON'T
YOU AND LIEUTENANT PIKE

ESCORT MR. BORINI
TO THE FLIGHT DECK?

I'M SURE HE'D LOVE
TO SHOOT SOME B-ROLL.

[Roberts] YES, SIR.

I'LL, UH, PICK YOU UP
ON THE WAY TO REPORT.

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom]
ATTENTION, ATTENTION.

RE-ENLISTMENT
CEREMONY FOR H.M.C.CALEB

WILL BE HELD ON THE FANTAIL
AT 1600 HOURS.

YOU GREW UP.

IT HAPPENS.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE WEARING
WINGS LIKE YOUR OLD MAN.

-WANT SOME OF THIS?
-NO, THANKS.

SO THEY HUSTLE YOU
OUT HERE FROM NAPLES?

-FROM WASHINGTON.
-WITHOUT A CHANCE
TO CHANGE UNIFORMS?

THE NAVY MUST HAVE
A BIG PROBLEM HERE.

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE WE'RE
ABOUT TO NEGOTIATE SOMETHING?

[chuckling]

[sniffing]

WE NEED YOU TO SIT
ON A STORY FOR A WHILE.

I KNEW IT! ADMIRAL DRAKE.

HE'S SO HARD UP FOR GOOD PRESS,

HE JUMPED THE GUN, RIGHT?

THAT FEMALE R.I.O. DIDN'T
BAG THOSE MIGS, DID SHE?

I DON'T KNOW.

COME ON, HARM.

YOU KNOW, I'M EX-SPECIAL FORCES.

I LIKE THE MILITARY.

I'M NOT GONNA COVER
IT LIKE THE NAVY TIMES,

BUT I'LL PUT A FAIR SLANT ON IT.

SHE'S MISSING.

DID HER PLANE GO DOWN?

NO. SHE DISAPPEARED
SOMETIME LAST NIGHT.

[exclaiming] I CAN'T.
I CAN'T SIT ON THAT.

I'LL GIVE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE.

HEY, I'M THE ONLY REPORTER
OUT HERE, PAL.

I ALREADY GOT AN EXCLUSIVE.

ALL YOU HAVE IS
THAT SHE'S MISSING.

YOU FLASH THAT TO THE WORLD

AND THE PRESS THAT DOESN'T SHARE

YOUR AFFECTION FOR THE MILITARY

WILL HAVE A FIELD DAY
SPECULATING WHY.

I NEED TIME.

TIME TO COVER UP WHAT HAPPENED?

TIME TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED.

[sighing]

WELL, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

YOU GET ME A RIDE

OVER BOSNIA,

AND I WON'T FILE FOR 12 HOURS.

TWENTY-FOUR.

AH! WELL, SEE, NOW,
THAT'S GONNA COST YOU

TWO RIDES AND AN EXCLUSIVE.

I THOUGHT YOU HAD AN EXCLUSIVE.

YOU... OH!

[intercom buzzing]

LIEUTENANT RICHARDSON, YOUR
PRESENCE IS REQUESTED TO C.I.C.

HEY, BROTHER. YOU WANT
SOME ICE CREAM? IT'S GOOD.

[making eating sounds]
NO. SORRY.

166 TOMCAT. BALL. 3.1.

ROGER. BALL!

LET'S SEE IF SHE
TRAPS THIS TIME.

[jets zooming]

LIEUTENANTS RABB AND PIKE
REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR.

EVIDENTLY, LIEUTENANT RABB,

YOU BELIEVE EATING
ICE CREAM HAS PRIORITY

OVER REPORTING TO
THE COMMANDING OFFICER.

NO, SIR!

THEN YOU BETTER EXPLAIN
YOUR ACTIONS, MISTER.

I WAS ON MY WAY TO REPORT WHEN I
LEARNED A NEWS CREW WAS ON BOARD

AND BEING HELD INCOMMUNICADO.

BY MY ORDERS.

UNTIL I KNOW WHY
LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S MISSING,

NO DAMN REPORTER'S GOING
TO SPECULATE ABOUT IT ON T.V.

I CONCUR, SIR.
THAT'S WHY I WAS HAVING ICE
CREAM WITH MR. DePALMA.

HE'S AGREED TO SIT ON
THE STORY FOR 24 HOURS.

IT MUST HAVE BEEN
GREAT ICE CREAM.

IT WAS, SIR.

BUT HE WOULDN'T
AGREE TO ANYTHING

UNTIL I PROMISED HIM A PAIR
OF RIDES OVER BOSNIA.

[Skipper] ON MY SIX, MISTER.

IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US, GENTLEMEN.

-AYE, AYE, SIR.
- AYE, AYE, SIR.

NOW, YOU PROMISED WHAT?

SIR, IF MR. DePALMA DOESN'T
CONTACT HIS BUREAU DESK SOON,

THEY'LL WANT TO KNOW WHY.
WE CAN'T DENY
HE'S ON BOARD, SIR.

I CAN DENY ANY
DAMN THING I WANT.

-YES, SIR!
-DAMN CAPTAIN'S PRIVILEGE.

YES, SIR.

AT EASE.

CAG?

MY BOYS AREN'T HERE
TO FLY TOURISTS, SKIPPER.

WELL, I GUESS YOU MADE A PROMISE
YOU CAN'T KEEP, LIEUTENANT.

IT'S IN THE NAVY'S INTEREST
TO KEEP IT, SIR.

THAT MAY BE, BUT I'M NOT
GOING TO OVERRULE THE CAG,

ESPECIALLY WHEN
I AGREE WITH HIM.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, SIR,

I'M IN CHARGE OF A POSSIBLE
MURDER INVESTIGATION,

WHICH GIVES ME THE LATITUDE
TO AUTHORIZE THOSE RIDES.

THOSE ARE MY MEN AND
MY MACHINES, LIEUTENANT,

AND NO DAMN JAG LAWYER'S GONNA
TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH THEM.

-UNDERSTOOD?
-YES, SIR. AND
I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE.

[Skipper] THAT'S ENOUGH.

WE'LL DISCUSS THE PARAMETERS

OF YOUR AUTHORITY IN A MINUTE.

YOU MENTIONED
A MURDER INVESTIGATION.

YOU KNOW SOMETHING
I DON'T, LIEUTENANT?

C.I.N.C.-MED IN NAPLES
RECEIVED AN ENCRYPTED MESSAGE

FROM THE SEAHAWK
AT 0500 THIS MORNING.

IT CONTAINED JUST THREE WORDS.

"SHE WAS MURDERED."

[Skipper] YOU HAVE WHOEVER SENT
THAT MESSAGE TO C.I.N.C.-MED

ON MY QUARTERDECK
BY SUNSET, MR. LUBIN,

OR YOU'LL SPEND THE
REST OF YOUR TOUR

SENDING SEMAPHORE TO ESKIMOS.

THAT MESSAGE COULD HAVE BEEN
SENT FROM CRYPTO, A S.T.U.-3,

OR ONE OF THE AIRCRAFT.
IT WON'T BE TRACEABLE, SIR.

"WON'T" ISN'T IN MY
LANGUAGE, LIEUTENANT.

IF LIEUTENANT ARUTTI
WAS MURDERED,

I'LL CATAPULT WHOEVER DID
IT OFF THE DECK AT HIGH NOON

IN FRONT OF THE SHIP'S COMPANY.

YES, SIR.

YOUR INVESTIGATION WILL
BE GIVEN FULL COOPERATION,

BUT LET ME WARN THE TWO OF YOU.

THIS IS A SHIP OF WAR,
ENGAGED IN AN ACTION

THAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY
GROW IN INTENSITY.

I WILL NOT HAVE YOU
INTERFERE WITH THE ABILITY

OF THIS SHIP AND ITS CREW
TO CARRY OUT THAT MISSION.

UNDERSTOOD, SIR.

DISMISSED.

AYE, AYE, SIR!

[Skipper] LIEUTENANT RABB?

YES, SIR.

HOW'S YOUR MOTHER?

SHE'S FINE, SIR.

SHE OPENED AN ART GALLERY
IN LA JOLLA A FEW YEARS AGO.

SHE STILL MARRIED TO
THE USED CAR SALESMAN?

YES, SIR.

YOU GIVE HER MY REGARDS
THE NEXT TIME YOU SPEAK TO HER.

I'LL DO THAT,
SKIPPER. THANK YOU.

[ATC chattering]

[machines beeping]

I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT
YOUR STEPFATHER WAS A SENIOR
V.P. AT CHRYSLER.

HE IS.

[Skipper] STILL THINK LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI COMMITTED SUICIDE?

YES, SIR.

EITHER WAY, WASHINGTON'S
GOING TO BE ON MY SIX.

WELL, IT'S NOT
YOUR FAULT, SKIPPER.

AND MAYBE THIS WILL FORCE
WASHINGTON TO REALIZE

THAT A BATTLE CARRIER'S
NO PLACE FOR WOMEN.

CAG, FOR THE SAKE
OF YOUR CAREER,

KEEP THOSE OPINIONS TO YOURSELF.

[people chattering on radio]

[door closing]

[Harm] WE DIDN'T HAVE A
CHANCE TO GRAB A TOOTHBRUSH.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD SCARE
US UP A CHANGE OF UNIFORM?

[Roberts] I'LL BE ABLE TO
FIND SOMETHING FOR YOU, SIR.

I'M NOT SO SURE
ABOUT LIEUTENANT PIKE.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS
ABOUT YOUR SIZE, MA'AM.

YOU'RE NOT SUGGESTING I WEAR
A DEAD OFFICER'S UNIFORM?

NO. NO, NO, NO. OF COURSE NOT.

BUT HERS ARE THE ONLY ONES
THAT WOULD FIT, MA'AM.

-LOOK ELSEWHERE.
-YES, MA'AM.

WHERE'S FEMALE OFFICER COUNTRY?

03 LEVEL, AFTER THE WARDROOM.

[men chattering]

SO LIEUTENANT ARUTTI
WAS AMPLY ENDOWED?

YES, SIR. VERY.

-SHE TURNED A FEW
HEADS, THEN, DID SHE?
-WELL, THEY ALL DO, SIR.

SHE TURN ANYONE'S
HEAD IN PARTICULAR?

OH, NAVY REGS DO NOT
PERMIT FRATERNIZATION, MA'AM.

MEN AND WOMEN AT SEA
TOGETHER FOR SIX MONTHS,

AND THE REGS DON'T
GET BENT A LITTLE?

WELL, NOT THAT I'M AWARE OF,
SIR. EXCUSE ME.

MALE PERSONNEL ON DECK!

YOU HAVE TO LOUDLY
ANNOUNCE YOURSELF

AND THEN WAIT 30 SECONDS
BEFORE ENTERING.

[sniffing]

DOES THAT INCLUDE ME?

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom chattering]

ALPHA... B-21 ALPHA.

LIEUTENANT PULLER'S FLYING,
BUT I LIKE TO KNOCK ANYWAY.

I GUESS THEY BUNK
THE R.I.O.'s TOGETHER.

NO, NO, NO. LIEUTENANT
PULLER'S A PILOT.

SHE FLIES TOMCATS.

-COMPUTER.
-[Pike] YEP.

ENSIGN, WHY DON'T YOU GO
SEE ABOUT THOSE UNIFORMS?

UH, YES, SIR. SIR,
YOU KNOW, I COULD--

[typing]

-[computer beeping]
-ANYTHING?

WINDOWS 95.

MOST OF THE MORE SOPHISTICATED
BELLS AND WHISTLES.

HERE WE GO.

THERE'S 2 PERSONAL CODES.

SHE MUST SHARE THE COMPUTER
WITH HER ROOMMATE.

I WONDER WHICH ONE OF THESE
IS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S?

MOM, DAD, AND LITTLE SISTER.

-HOW DO YOU KNOW?
-I JUST DO.

[computer beeping]

CAN YOU GET IN?

OF COURSE. CAN YOU?

[Pike continues typing]

[computer beeping]

-SHE SLEEPS ON THE BOTTOM.
-TOP.

WANNA BET ON WHO GETS IN FIRST?

BUT YOU'VE
GOT A HEAD START.

WHAT A MAN!

THANK YOU, BUT YOU
STILL HAVE A HEAD START.

[laughing] YOU WANNA
BET OR WHINE?

BET.

I'M IN!

[sighing]

[door opening]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

IT'S A JAG INVESTIGATION INTO
YOUR SHIPMATE'S DISAPPEARANCE.

I'M LIEUTENANT RABB.
THIS IS LIEUTENANT PIKE.

THAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT
TO BREAK INTO MY LOCKBOX?

SORRY, LIEUTENANT. I THOUGHT
IT WAS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

FLIP A COIN OR DID YOU GO
"EENIE MEENIE MINEY MOE"?

-IS THAT MY PROGRAM?
-NO. IT'S LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S.

-HOW'D YOU GET HER PASSWORD?
-I DIDN'T.

[Puller] I JUST CAME
OFF A LONG MISSION.

I NEED TO GO WORK OUT.

I'LL WAIT OUTSIDE.

WHY? NEVER SEEN
A NAKED SAILOR BEFORE?

[jets zooming]

BIRTH CONTROL PILLS.

THEY REGULATED HER PERIOD.

THAT'S WHAT ANGELA
SAID THEY WERE FOR,

AND I BELIEVED HER.

TAPE RECORDER.

YEAH. SHE TAPED HER MISSION

AND SHE STUDIED IT LATER.

SHE WAS VERY DEDICATED.

[clicking]

THERE'S NOTHIN' ON THIS.

WELL, I GUESS SHE, UH,
ERASED IT WHEN SHE WAS DONE.

LOOK, I GOT A CAP
TO FLY AT 0400.

WHEN I GET BACK,
I WANT YOU TWO GONE.

I GOTTA GET SOME RACK TIME.

I'M GONNA NEED TO
INTERVIEW YOU AT SOME POINT.

ANGELA WAS A GOOD R.I.O. A GOOD
SHIPMATE. THAT'S ALL I KNOW.

WELL, YOU KNOW SHE
TAPED HER MISSIONS.

YOU KNOW SHE TOOK BIRTH CONTROL
PILLS TO REGULATE HER PERIOD.

I'M SURE THERE'S A FEW
OTHER THINGS YOU KNOW, TOO.

STAY OUT OF MY LOCKBOX.
STAY OUT OF MY PROGRAM.

[Pike exhaling]

[sighing] DID YOU SEE
THE MUSCLES ON HER?

I WASN'T LOOKING AT HER MUSCLES.

ANYTHING?

HMM.

EDUCATIONAL AND FLIGHT PROGRAMS,

A FEW GAMES, AND...

ONE LETTER TO MOM,
DAD, AND LITTLE SISTER.

[Harm] YOU DON'T
SEE ANYTHING ODD?

NO.

THAT'S THE FIRST LETTER
HOME

FROM A SAILOR ON
A SIX-MONTH CRUISE

THAT DOESN'T
MENTION BEING LONELY.

WELL, WOMEN DON'T
GET AS LONELY AS MEN.

GEE, I WONDER WHY.

NOT ALL WOMEN IN THE
NAVY FEEL THE WAY YOU
DO ABOUT HAVING A LOVER.

THANK GOD!

OKAY. IT'S POSSIBLE LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI HAD A LOVER.

-[music playing]
-OR TWO.

-NOW SHE'S A SLUT?
-NO!

BUT WITH 5,000 MEN AND ONLY A
HANDFUL OF WOMEN ON THIS SHIP,

A LOVE TRIANGLE
WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME.

A LOVE QUADRANGLE
WOULDN'T SURPRISE YOU.

WHY ARE YOU SO
ADVERSARIAL, KATE?

WE'RE SUPPOSED TO
BE ON THE SAME TEAM.

[clearing throat] SORRY.

I'VE JUST WORKED MORE CASES
AGAINST YOU THAN WITH YOU.

BELIEVE ME, IT'S MORE FUN
TO BE ON THE WINNING SIDE.

WE'RE ON THE SAME CASE!

SIR? MA'AM? I'VE ARRANGED
QUARTERS FOR YOU.

GREAT. WHAT ABOUT UNIFORMS?

I'M STILL WORKING ON THAT. BUT I
CAN TAKE YOUR COVERS AND PURSE.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN. THANK YOU.

I'LL PUT THESE IN YOUR QUARTERS.

[people chattering]

OH, GOD.

YOU HERE FOR A
COCKTAIL PARTY, HARM?

LIEUTENANT PIKE,
LIEUTENANT MACE.

MY R.I.O., PAINTER.

SO, YOU'RE A JAG LAWYER NOW.

THAT'S RIGHT.

HERE TO INVESTIGATE LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI'S DISAPPEARANCE?

RIGHT AGAIN.

THAT'S ONE WAY TO,
UH, SERVE ON A CARRIER.

YOU TWO A TEAM?

NOT USUALLY.

BUT C.I.N.C.-MED NEEDED A COUPLE
OF JAG OFFICERS OUT HERE FAST.

THEY STUCK US TOGETHER.

IS IT A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN?

WE'RE WORKING ON IT.

ANY IDEA WHO MURDERED ANGELA?

WHO SAID SHE WAS MURDERED?

SCUTTLEBUTT.

SHE COULDN'T HAVE FALLEN
OVERBOARD

OR COMMITTED SUICIDE?

ANGELA WOULDN'T DO THAT.

FALL OVERBOARD
OR COMMIT SUICIDE?

SHE WASN'T
ACCIDENT-PRONE, ALL RIGHT?

AND SHE WASN'T DEPRESSED.

IF SHE WENT OVER THE SIDE,
SHE WAS PUSHED.

WE HAVE A BRIEFING.

[Mace groaning]

WAS HE IN LOVE WITH HER?

WELL, SHE AND PAINTER WERE
PRETTY TIGHT IN R.I.O. SCHOOL,

BUT SHE'S BEEN AN ICE QUEEN
TO EVERYONE ON THIS CRUISE.

EVEN ME.

[sighing]

I TAKE IT THAT'S UNUSUAL.

VERY.

ANY IDEA WHO STARTED
THIS MURDER, SCUTTLEBUTT?

DON'T ASK ME, HARM.
YOU'RE THE JAG INVESTIGATOR.

HELL, I'M JUST A GUY WITH GOLD
WINGS AND AN F-14 TO PLAY WITH.

LISTEN, UH,

WHY DON'T YOU, UH, COME UP TO
THE FLIGHT DECK IN ABOUT AN HOUR

AND I'LL SHOW YOU HOW NIGHT
TRAPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DONE?

[Pike] MMM, HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU!

WE'RE NOT HERE
TO BE LIKED, KATE.

OH, HE LIKES ME.

IT'S YOU
HE'S GOT A PROBLEM WITH.

WHERE DO YOU KNOW HIM FROM?

WE SERVED TOGETHER A WHILE BACK.

HARM, WERE YOU A PILOT?

I THINK LIEUTENANT PAINTER SENT
THAT MESSAGE TO C.I.N.C.-MED.

YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION.

THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S NONE
OF YOUR BUSINESS, KATE.

[Zapper] OKAY, HARM. IT'S PIZZA
NIGHT AND MY STOMACH'S GROWLING.

WHAT SAY WE TRAP THIS TIME?

[Harm] I KIND OF LIKE GOING
AROUND IN THE MOONLIGHT.

WHAT MOONLIGHT?

IT'S BLACKER THAN THE INSIDE
OF A COAL MINER'S NOSE OUT HERE.

[ATC] TOMCAT 173.

YOU'RE AT A MILE AND
A QUARTER. CALL THE BALL.

[Harm] 173, TOMCAT, CLARA, 3.8.

BEND LEFT, HARM.

173, TOMCAT, BALL!

3.7.

[ATC] ROGER. BALL.

UNLOAD THE GLIDE PATH, HARM.

-I'M ON THE GLIDE PATH.
-[ATC] YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW.

YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW!
POWER! POWER! POWER!

[clarinet playing]

[birds chirping]

WHAT IS IT, TEDDY?

YOU'RE WANTED AT
THE WHITE HOUSE, SIR.

THE WHITE HOUSE? THEY SAY WHY?

NO, SIR.

BUT A FLASH JUST CAME
THROUGH THAT THE SERBS

DOWNED ONE OF OUR
C-130s OVER SARAJEVO.

WELL, WHAT'S THE PRESIDENT
WANT ME TO DO? SUE 'EM?

AH, IT'S THAT SEAHAWKINCIDENT.

IF THAT MISSING
R.I.O. WAS A MALE,

IT WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN
BEYOND HIS GROUP COMMANDER.

BUT YOU LOSE A WOMAN AT SEA, AND
THEY CALL ME TO THE WHITE HOUSE.

ANYTHING NEW FROM
LIEUTENANT RABB?

UH, NOT MUCH, SIR.
HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW

WHETHER IT WAS AN ACCIDENT,
MURDER, OR SUICIDE.

-I DON'T WANT TO
HEAR SUICIDE OR MURDER.
-NO, SIR.

UNLESS HE HAS INSURMOUNTABLE
PROOF TO THE CONTRARY,

I WANT A FINDING OF
ACCIDENTAL DEATH.

LIEUTENANT RABB
UNDERSTANDS THAT, DOESN'T HE?

YES, SIR. I...
I MADE IT QUITE CLEAR.

-DID THE REPORTER
BREAK THE STORY?
-UH, NOT YET, SIR.

I WONDER WHAT THAT COST US.

I DON'T KNOW, SIR.
BUT IF YOU WISH,

I COULD CONTACT THE LIEUTENANT
AND ASK HIM WHAT HE--

NO, NO, NO. WHAT I DON'T KNOW,
I DON'T HAVE TO TESTIFY TO ON
THE HILL.

YOU THINK THERE'LL BE
A SENATE INVESTIGATION, SIR?

WELL, IF THE FINDING IS SUICIDE,

THE FEMINISTS ARE
GONNA WANT A HEARING.

AND IF IT'S MURDER,
THE ANTI-FEMINISTS
ARE GONNA WANT ONE.

SO, UNLESS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI
FELL OVERBOARD ACCIDENTALLY,

ONE OF THOSE IS GONNA WANNA
ATTACK THE CREDIBILITY OF OUR
INVESTIGATION.

DON'T WORRY, TEDDY.

JUNIOR OFFICERS GET
THROWN TO THE SHARKS FIRST.

AND LIEUTENANT RABB IS THE ONE
WHO'S SAILING INTO HARM'S WAY.

YES, SIR.

HARM'S WAY?

LIEUTENANT RABB'S
FIRST NAME IS HARM.

[chuckling] OH! OH, YES, SIR.

YOU NEED A SENSE
OF HUMOR, TEDDY.

OTHERWISE PEOPLE ARE
GONNA THINK YOU'RE A LAWYER.

I AM A LAWYER, SIR.

[Bannon] IT WAS IN THE
BOTTOM OF THE SAFETY NET,

BETWEEN THE TOWER AND
THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR, SIR.

[Harm] WOULDN'T YOU HAVE
TO HANG OVER THE DECK

TO SEE INTO THE BOTTOM
OF THAT NET, CHIEF?

YES, SIR.

YOU SEE, I WAS CHECKING
THE TIE-DOWNS ON MY BIRD

BEFORE HITTING
THE RACK, AND, UH,

WHEN I WAS DONE,
I LAID ON THE EDGE OF THE DECK
TO WATCH THE BOW WAVE.

THAT'S HOW I SPOTTED THE CAP
IN THE BOTTOM OF THE NET.

THANK YOU, CHIEF.
THAT'LL BE ALL.

SIR, I JUST WANT
TO ADD THAT, UH...

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS
A REAL NICE GIRL, SKIPPER.

AND I'M GONNA MISS HER.

[door slamming]

[sighing]

HE'S USED TO
LOSING MEN IN ACTION,

NOT A WOMAN TO SUICIDE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW
IT WAS SUICIDE, SIR?

YOU DON'T STROLL OFF A FLIGHT
DECK, LIEUTENANT. EVEN AT NIGHT.

TOO MANY SAFETY NETS.
YOU HAVE TO JUMP.

OR BE THROWN OFF.

NO MEMBER OF THIS CREW THREW
A WOMAN OVERBOARD, LIEUTENANT.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT
TO YOUR OPINION, SIR,

THERE ARE OVER
5,000 MEN ON BOARD.

SHE COMMITTED SUICIDE.

WAS SHE DEPRESSED, SIR?

I'M NOT A DAMN
SHRINK, LIEUTENANT.

SHE WAS YOUR R.I.O. AND AN
OFFICER UNDER YOUR COMMAND, SIR.

SURELY YOU MUST HAVE AN OPINION
AS TO HER MENTAL STATE.

WHATEVER THAT IS, LIEUTENANT,
I DO NOT INTEND TO DISCUSS IT
ON AN OPEN BRIDGE.

WELL, THEN, WHERE AND WHEN, SIR?

AT MY DAMN CONVENIENCE AND
WHEREVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

SIR, WE HAVE TO RECOMMEND

TO A BOARD OF INQUIRY
WHAT WE FEEL--

LIEUTENANT PIKE,
THE CAG HAS SAID

HE WILL BE INTERVIEWED
AT HIS CONVENIENCE.

YES, SIR.

BY YOUR LEAVE, SIR.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[Pike] WE HAVE TO TALK.
-[Harm] WE DO?

-YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT WE DO.
-"SIR."

"DAMN RIGHT WE DO, SIR."

[Roberts] I FOUND SOME UNIFORMS,

BUT I CAN'T VOUCH
FOR THE FIT, MA'AM.

[Pike] THEY'RE NOT
LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S?

NO. LIEUTENANT PULLER
GAVE YOU ONE OF HERS.

-SHE DID?
-MMM-HMM. SURPRISED ME, TOO.

SHE SAYS HER UNIFORM WILL FIT.

I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE
OF HOW TALL YOU ARE

AND HOW BIG HER CHEST...

UH, UH,
IF YOU JUST STICK TO MY SIX,
I'LL LEAD YOU TO YOUR QUARTERS.

[Pike] NOT A WORD!

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom chattering]

AH! SO, YOU FOUND HER CAP?

HOW'D YOU KNOW?

I'M A REPORTER,
REMEMBER? THAT'S MY JOB.

YEAH. THEY FOUND IT IN A NET...

YEAH, I KNOW. NEAR
THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR.

SO, IT LOOKS LIKE SUICIDE, THEN.

-NO.
-NO?

NO.

THAT'S A VERY EMPHATIC
NEGATIVE, LIEUTENANT PIKE.

DO YOU KNOW
SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW?

-I DON'T BELIEVE
IT WAS SUICIDE.
-OH!

WELL, AND YOU HAVE
ANYTHING TO BASE THAT ON?

I MEAN, OTHER THAN
GENDER IDENTIFICATION?

[exclaiming]
OH! I'M BEING TARGETED.

SO, UH, I FLY
IN THE MORNING, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

BECAUSE IF I DON'T,
MY STORY WILL.

-SIR?
-ENSIGN.

I ALSO PICKED UP A
SHAVING KIT FOR YOU AT
THE SHIP'S STORE, SIR.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN.

AS FAR AS YOUR PERSONAL
TOILETRIES, MA'AM,

I WASN'T QUITE SURE
WHAT YOU WANTED,

SO IF YOU'D MAKE ME A LIST,
I'D BE HAPPY TO, UH...

THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
[clearing throat] NOW,
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US.

UH, MA'AM, YOU'RE IN FEMALE
BERTHING.

I REMEMBER THE WAY.

MA'AM, IT'S A VERY BIG,
BIG SHIP.

I'M A BIG, BIG GIRL.

I AM 27 YEARS OLD, A HARVARD
LAW SCHOOL GRADUATE,

AND A LIEUTENANT IN
THE SAME NAVY AS YOU!

DON'T TREAT ME AS ANYTHING LESS!

THE CAG WAS ABOUT TO SEND
A SIDEWINDER UP YOUR SIX.

I CAN DEFEND MYSELF.

TICKING HIM OFF IS NOT
GONNA HELP OUR INVESTIGATION.

OH, IS THAT STRICTLY
YOUR PREROGATIVE?

I KNOW THE GUY, KATE.

I KNOW WHEN TO PUSH
AND WHEN TO WALK AWAY.

THIS WAS A TIME TO WALK AWAY.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THE CAG?

HE WAS MY DAD'S WINGMAN
THE DAY HE WENT DOWN.

YOU KNOW, KATE,
MAYBE DePALMA'S RIGHT.

YOUR GENDER IS BLINDING
YOUR OBJECTIVITY.

AT THIS POINT IN
THE INVESTIGATION,

THE CAG'S SUICIDE THEORY
IS AS PLAUSIBLE AS MURDER.

YOU'D REALIZE THAT IF
LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WASN'T FEMALE.

AND IF SHE WAS MALE, WOULD
THE CAG BE TALKING SUICIDE?

HE KNOWS DAMN WELL THAT IF
THE FIRST FEMALE IN COMBAT
COMMITS SUICIDE,

THE NAVY WILL RE-EVALUATE
THE ENTIRE PROGRAM.

OKAY, YOU'RE BOTH PURSUING
THEORIES BASED ON GENDER BIAS.

AND YOU'RE NOT?

NO.

I LIKE THE IDEA OF GOING
TO SEA WITH WOMEN.

THOSE WINGS LOOK GOOD ON YOU.

WELL, YOU KNOW
WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT GOLD
WINGS AND DRESS WHITES.

THEY'LL GET YOU IN BED ANYWHERE.

[laughing]

EXCEPT HERE.

I HEARD THEY DRAGGED
YOU OVER HERE.

-YOU DIDN'T SEND
FOR ME, ADMIRAL?
-NOT ME.

I'M HERE TO SELL THE PRESIDENT
ON THE IDEA OF AN ALPHA STRIKE

AS PAYBACK FOR THAT C-130
THE SERBS KNOCKED DOWN.

AN ALPHA STRIKE?
WHO WAS ON THAT BIRD?

[sighing] A M.A.S.H. UNIT ON
A HUMANITARIAN MISSION.

WE LOST 50 MEDICAL PEOPLE.

OH, MY GOD!

THE U.N.'S AUTHORIZED US

TO HIT THEIR SAM MISSILE SITES.

NOW, WAYNE'S TRYING TO
WEASEL A SPECIAL FORCES RAID

AND FREAKY'S OVER THERE
BEGGING FOR AN AIR FORCE STRIKE.

BUT THE SECRETARY LIKES MY IDEA

OF AN ALL-NAVY
OPERATION FROM THE SEA.

GREAT PRESS FOR
THE NAVY, ADMIRAL.

YEAH.

IF THAT MISSING FEMALE OFFICER
ABOARD THE SEAHAWKDOESN'T
RUIN IT.

MY PEOPLE ARE ON THAT, SIR.

YOU KNOW, ADMIRAL, THERE'S
A NEWS CREW ON THE SEAHAWK

THAT MY INVESTIGATING
OFFICER IS SITTING ON.

NOW, IF YOU SHOULD GET
THE GO ON ALPHA STRIKE,

YOU MIGHT CONSIDER LETTING
THEM COVER IT FOR YOU.

I MEAN, IT COULD... IT COULD
DILUTE ANY... ANY NEGATIVES

THAT THIS MISSING
FEMALE OFFICER CREATED.

GENTLEMEN, THE PRESIDENT
WILL SEE YOU IN THE WAR ROOM.

GOOD IDEA, AL. DO IT!

-GOOD LUCK, SIR.
-YOU TOO, AL.

WHO THE HELL SENT FOR US?

-ADMIRAL BROVO?
-YES, MA'AM.

THIS WAY, SIR.
THE FIRST LADY

IS ANXIOUS TO HEAR ABOUT
YOUR SEAHAWKINVESTIGATION.

[Cassie] 166. TOMCAT.
BALL. 4.8.

[Ripper] ROGER. BALL.

166. YOU'RE BELOW
GLIDE PATH.

BELOW GLIDE PATH.

166, DO YOU STILL
HAVE THE BALL?

166. ROGER. BALL.

[Buster] YOU JUST HAD TO
OUT-PRESS HIM, DIDN'T YOU?

HE CAN'T WAVE US OFF FOREVER.

THAT'S TRUE. WE'LL BE
OUT OF FUEL SOON.

CONSIDERING THE CONDITIONS,
SHE'S DOING PRETTY WELL.

THIS BITCH COULDN'T
FLY A WEATHER BALLOON.

166, GO AROUND! GO AROUND!

NOT THIS TIME, RIPPER.

[Ripper] THE DECK WAS RISING
AND HER APPROACH WAS LOW.

I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE
BUT TO WAVE HER OFF, SIR.

-[men on radio chattering]
-KEETER?

SHE WAS A LITTLE LOW, SIR.

I MADE THE TRAP, SIR.

YOU CAUGHT THE NUMBER ONE WIRE,

WHICH MEANS YOUR TAIL
CLEARED THE RAMP BY THREE FEET.

SIR, I WAS BINGO FUEL.
I KNEW I COULD MAKE IT.

WELL, HELL, LIEUTENANT,
WHY HAVE L.S.O.'s AT ALL?

WE MAY AS WELL SAVE
THE NAVY THE MONEY.

PUT THESE MEN BACK IN
THE COCKPIT WHERE THEY'D
RATHER BE ANYWAY.

LIEUTENANT, YOU HAVE THE
WORST TRAP RECORD ON THIS SHIP.

I'M NOT SURE YOU COULD LAND
A TOMCAT AT DULLES
WITHOUT A WAVE-OFF.

YES, SIR!

IF YOU EVER IGNORE
AN L.S.O. AGAIN,

YOUR NEXT FLIGHT WILL
BE A ONE-WAY TRIP

ON THE C.O.D. TO NAPLES.

-YES, SIR.
-DISMISSED.

RIPPER?

[door opening]

[door closing]

YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE
PILOTS, DO YOU, SON?

NO, SIR. I DO NOT.

NEITHER DO I.

DON'T BELIEVE THEY HAVE
THE STOMACH FOR BATTLE.

YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, CAG.

BUT IF ONE OF MY L.S.O.'s EVER
INTENTIONALLY WAVED A PILOT OFF

BECAUSE SHE WAS A FEMALE,
I'D KEELHAUL HIM.

DO WE UNDERSTAND
EACH OTHER, MISTER?

YES, SIR.

DISMISSED.

SIR, I'D LIKE TO ASK
YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

-WHERE'D YOU GET
THE FLIGHT SUIT?
-ENSIGN ROBERTS.

I'D LIKE TO TALK TO YOU
ABOUT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

I HAVE A MISSION TO FLY.

[Harm] CAG.

HOW DID LIEUTENANT ARUTTI
PERFORM ON THAT LAST MISSION?

-IT'S ALL IN THE DEBRIEF.
-I'VE READ IT.
IT DESCRIBES THE ACTION.

DOESN'T TELL ME MUCH
ABOUT HER PERFORMANCE.

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
BEYOND MY REPORT.

FIRST TIME IN COMBAT
CAN BE CONFUSING.

NOW HOW WOULD YOU
KNOW THAT, LIEUTENANT?

MY FATHER TOLD ME.

YOU WERE FIVE YEARS OLD
WHEN HAMMER WENT DOWN.

HE SENT MY MOM 18 LETTER TAPES
HOME FROM NAM.

I'VE LISTENED TO THEM 100 TIMES.

[man] YOUR EARLY REPORTS, CAG.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI
MADE TAPES, TOO.

IS THAT HOW YOU GET
YOUR KICKS, LIEUTENANT?

LISTENING TO HER PRIVATE TAPES?

THEY WEREN'T LETTERS HOME,
SIR. SHE TAPED HER MISSIONS.

YOU HAVE A TAPE OF OUR MISSION?

NO, SIR. SHE ERASED IT.

WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD. IT COULD
HAVE SAVED ME THIS INQUISITION.

-ATTENTION ON DECK!
-CARRY ON, MEN.

YOU SURE YOU'RE UP
TO THIS, MR. DePALMA?

NO PROBLEM, CAPTAIN.

THE AIR FORCE GAVE ME A RIDE
IN AN F-16. I DID JUST FINE.

LIEUTENANT MACE, WHEN
MR. DePALMA'S READY,

YOU TAKE HIM TOPSIDE
AND FAMILIARIZE HIM

WITH THE COCKPIT AND
EJECTION PROCEDURES.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

[CAG] MR. DePALMA,
WE WILL BE FLYING A TOMCAT

THAT HAS BEEN MODIFIED FOR
RECON AND TRAINING MISSIONS.

THERE'S A COMPLETE SET OF
CONTROLS IN YOUR COCKPIT,

BUT IF YOU TOUCH ANYTHING OTHER
THAN YOUR PERSONAL JOYSTICK,

I'LL EJECT YOU OVER THE ADRIATIC
AND FORGET WHERE I DID IT.

YES, SIR.

YOU WANT A RIDE, HARM?

YOU DON'T SEEM
TOO POPULAR, LIEUTENANT.

YOUR DEBRIEF SAYS YOU TOOK
ONE MIG WITH A SIDEWINDER

AND THE OTHER WITH 20 MIKE-MIKE.

THAT'S RIGHT.

YOU HAD PHOENIX MISSILES.

RIGHT AGAIN.

WHY RISK A $35 MILLION BIRD

IN A KNIFE FIGHT
IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO?

I DIDN'T VIEW IT AS A RISK.

ARE WE THROUGH, LIEUTENANT?

NO, SIR. JUST ONE LAST QUESTION.

WERE YOU TESTING
HER GUTS OR YOURS?

BECAUSE OF YOUR OLD MAN,
I DIDN'T HEAR THAT.

BUT IF YOU WOULD CARE
TO REPEAT IT...

[sighing]

[man on intercom] LIEUTENANT
RABB. LIEUTENANT RABB.

YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUESTED
IN CRYPTO ON THE 02 LEVEL.

LIEUTENANT RABB TO CRYPTO.

WHAT'S UP?

-PROOF.
-PROOF OF WHAT?

LIEUTENANT RABB,
LIEUTENANT LUBIN.

SO YOU'RE RABB.

[chuckling]

ZANE AND I GRADUATED
FROM THE ACADEMY TOGETHER.

YEAH. I NEVER WOULD HAVE
MADE IT THROUGH WITHOUT HER.

[man on intercom]
C.P.O. WILLIAMS,
PROCEED TO THE MESS HALL.

I HELPED HIM GET
THROUGH CALCULUS.

[crew chattering]

SURE HOPE I DON'T GET MY
SIX KEELHAULED FOR THIS.

SURE YOU KNOW HOW
TO WORK THIS THING?

THANKS, ZANE.

I'LL COLLECT LATER.

COLLECT WHAT?

LISTEN.

[Arutti's voice distorted]
TWO TARGETS, CAG. 70 MILES.

THIS WAS ERASED.

BUT NOT RECORDED OVER.
ZANE HELPED ME RESTORE IT.

[CAG's voice distorted]
DID YOU GET THEM ON VIDEO?

[Arutti]
VIOLATORS HAVE BEEN FISHBEDS.

[CAG] WE DON'T GUESS
IN THIS MAN'S NAVY.

DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX?
STAND IT DOWN.

[Arutti]
WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM
WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NO, SIR!

[CAG] LIEUTENANT,
ARE YOU WITH ME?

[Arutti] TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

HE WAS BUSTING HER BUTT, HARM.

SHE WAS QUESTIONING
HIS DECISIONS, KATE.

WELL, MAYBE HER QUESTIONS WERE
VALID. LIKE THE ONES I ASK YOU.

THAT'S OKAY IN AN INVESTIGATION,
NOT IN COMBAT.

SHE WAS HESITANT. SHAKY. SCARED.

[Pike] SO? SHE WAS SCARED.

IT WAS HER FIRST TIME IN COMBAT.

WHY SHOULDN'T SHE BE SCARED?

HELLO? ARE YOU RECEIVING ME?

SHE PROBABLY WANTED
THIS SINCE SHE WAS A KID.

PUT HER ENTIRE LIFE INTO
BECOMING A NAVAL AVIATOR.

THEN ON HER FIRST
COMBAT MISSION,

SHE FINDS SHE DOESN'T
HAVE THE RIGHT STUFF.

ACCORDING TO THE CAG.

WELL, WHO BETTER TO KNOW?

SO A FEW HARSH WORDS
AND SHE COMMITS SUICIDE?

PEOPLE HAVE DONE IT FOR LESS.

YOU MEAN WOMEN, DON'T YOU?

COME ON, KATE.
I'M NOT A CHAUVINIST.

YES, YOU ARE.
YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT.

[both laughing]

HARM, IF YOU WRITE
THIS UP AS A SUICIDE,

I'LL SUBMIT
A DISSENTING POSITION.

YOU CAN'T. WE'RE NOT
A BOARD OF INQUIRY.

WE'RE A TWO-MAN TEAM,
AND THE SENIOR MEMBER
WRITES THE FINDING.

TWO-MAN?

OKAY, KATE. SO I'M
A LITTLE CHAUVINISTIC.

[laughing] YEAH.

I THOUGHT YOU'D
FIND THAT CHARMING.

NOT IN AN INVESTIGATION.

LOOK.

I'M LIKE A HUNG JURY.

I NEED SOMETHING SOLID TO
SWING ME ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.

OKAY. ZANE BELIEVES THAT MESSAGE

TO C.I.N.C.-MED WAS SENT
FROM ONE OF THE AIRCRAFT.

I CHECKED THE LOGS AND GUESS
WHO WAS FLYING WHEN
C.I.N.C.-PAC RECEIVED IT?

-MACE AND PAINTER.
-RIGHT!

THAT DOESN'T PROVE
SHE WAS MURDERED.

LIEUTENANT PAINTER
WAS IN LOVE WITH HER.

HE WOULDN'T WANT HER DEATH
TO LOOK LIKE SUICIDE

ANY MORE
THAN LIEUTENANT PULLER,

WHO COULD HAVE ALSO SENT
THAT MESSAGE FROM A S.T.U.-3.

MMM, ZANE DIDN'T THINK IT
ORIGINATED FROM A S.T.U.-3.

WHEN DID ZANE JOIN
OUR INVESTIGATION?

I'M LOOKING FOR ANSWERS.

WELL, WHAT ELSE DID ZANE,

WHO'S GOING TO
COLLECT LATER, TELL YOU?

HE SAID HE KNEW A SECURE AREA
IN THE FANTAIL

WHERE HE AND I COULD DO IT.

[sighing]

THE ALTIMETER
READS 30,000 FEET.

NOT A FOOT ABOVE
OR A FOOT BELOW.

THIS PILOT IS VERY PRECISE.

SEAHAWK,CAG. FEET DRY.

THE CAG HAS JUST
CALLED FEET DRY,

MEANING WE'VE CROSSED
THE DALMATIAN COAST

AND ARE ENTERING
THE NO-FLY ZONE.

[CAG] MR. DePALMA,
HOW ARE YOU DOING?

OH, FINE!

JUST FINE. IS IT HOT IN HERE?

I MEAN, I'M A LITTLE HOT,
BUT OTHER THAN THAT I'M JUST
FINE. THANKS.

I'M AFRAID YOU'RE
IN FOR A DULL TIME.

A.W.A.C.S. SAYS IT DOESN'T
LOOK LIKE THE SERBS
WANNA PLAY TODAY.

AW, GEE, THAT'S TOO BAD. I...

I WAS REALLY LOOKING
FORWARD TO A DOGFIGHT.

HOW ABOUT IF I SIMULATE
WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?

OH, YEAH. THAT WOULD BE GREAT!

I MEAN, REALLY!

COMBAT SPREAD. COVER MY SIX.

ROGER THAT.

[CAG] HARNESS LOCKED?

[DePalma] YES. RIGHT. LOCKED.

[CAG] AT FIVE MILES, WE PICK
UP THEIR MISSILE INBOUND.

I RELEASE CHAFF
AND BREAK HARD RIGHT.

[DePalma screaming]

[moaning]

[CAG] TO THE LEFT BURNER.
9-G TURN.

RIGHT HERE I'M STARTING
TO RED OUT.

I'M ON HIS SIX.

WHOEVER BREAKS FIRST
GOES STRAIGHT TO HELL.

[DePalma exclaiming]

[CAG] NOW I'M ON HIS SIX.

I'M ON HIS SIX. NOW STEADY.

NOW STEADY.

WE GOT A LOCK.
AND MISSILE AWAY!

[screaming]

100% OXYGEN
USUALLY WORKS.

[retching]

[chuckling]

[speaking Italian]

[Dooley] SHE HAD FRESH ABRASIONS
ON THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS,

WHICH WOULD BE CONSISTENT
WITH SLIPPING AND HANGING

FROM THE EDGE OF A DECK
UNTIL SHE FELL.

AN ACCIDENTAL DEATH?

I FOUND NOTHING DURING THE
AUTOPSY TO INDICATE OTHERWISE.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI SUFFERED
A PELVIC FRACTURE
AND RUPTURED SPLEEN,

WHICH ARE IMPACT TRAUMAS
CONSISTENT WITH HIGH FALLS.

AND THE CAUSE OF
DEATH WAS A WET DROWNING.

[Harm] THERE ARE
DRY DROWNINGS, SIR?

[Dooley] OCCASIONALLY.

THE VICTIM SUFFERS A SUDDEN
LARYNGOSPASM

CAUSED BY
WATER IN THE THROAT.

BUT THIS VICTIM DIED BY
ASPIRATING LARGE VOLUMES OF SEA
WATER INTO HER LUNGS.

SPLEEN INJURY MIGHT HAVE
BEEN FATAL IF NOT
IMMEDIATELY TREATED.

SO IT CONTRIBUTED TO HER DEATH?

INSOFAR AS IT INHIBITED
HER ABILITY TO SWIM.

SHE PROBABLY SANK,

HELD HER BREATH
AS LONG AS POSSIBLE,

THEN, FIGHTING FOR AIR,

SWALLOWED SEA WATER TILL
HER RESPIRATION STOPPED.

YOU HAVE HER PERSONAL EFFECTS?

ONE BOOT WAS MISSING.

THERE WERE NO RINGS,
BRACELETS, OR WALLET.

JUST DOG TAGS, PANTIES, HER
FLIGHT SUIT, AND THIS JACKET.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE
YOU CAN TELL ME, COMMANDER?

JUST THAT SHE SUFFERED
A SLOW, AGONIZING DEATH.

[jets taking off]

IT WASN'T THIS WINDY BELOW!

WE TURN INTO THE
WIND TO LAUNCH, MA'AM.

-INTRUDERS?
-YES, MA'AM.

PAINTER, WHAT'S LIEUTENANT
MACE GOT AGAINST MY PARTNER?

HE THINKS LIEUTENANT RABB
SCREWED THE POOCH ON
A NIGHT TRAP.

GOT HIS R.I.O. KILLED.

DID HE SCREW THE POOCH?

BOARD OF INQUIRY
DIDN'T THINK SO.

THEY SAID HE HAD
AN EYE INFECTION,
IMPAIRED HIS NIGHT VISION.

R.I.O. PANICKED. PUNCHED
THEM BOTH OUT OVER THE RAMP.

BUT, AS MACE SAYS,
THE R.I.O. WASN'T AROUND
TO TELL IT ANY DIFFERENT.

[jet taking off]

BUT MACE HAS PREJUDICE.

THE R.I.O. WAS HIS BROTHER.

YOU'RE A LAWYER,
RIGHT, LIEUTENANT?

IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING,
WILL IT STAY BETWEEN US?

I'M NOT YOUR LAWYER.
I'M THE NAVY'S.

IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL
ME ABOUT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI,

IT WON'T BE PRIVILEGED,

BUT I'LL DO WHAT I CAN
TO KEEP IT CONFIDENTIAL.

ANGELA WROTE A LETTER
OF RESIGNATION AFTER
HER LAST MISSION.

SHE FELT SHE DIDN'T HAVE
THE GUTS FOR COMBAT.

SHE RESIGNED HER COMMISSION?

NO, MA'AM. I TALKED HER
OUT OF IT.

HELL, WE ALL GET SCARED
UP THERE AT TIMES.

IT'S JUST THAT GUYS,
THEY HIDE IT.

THAT'S WHY I KNOW
SHE DIDN'T COMMIT SUICIDE.

ANGELA WASN'T GONNA QUIT.
SHE WAS GOING BACK

TO HER QUARTERS TO ERASE THAT
LETTER FROM HER COMPUTER.

BACK FROM WHERE?

FROM THE C.O.D.

AT NIGHT, IT'S TIED DOWN
AFT OF NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR.

WE USED TO GO THERE TO BE ALONE.

YOU WERE HER LOVER?

NO, MA'AM.

I WAS HER HUSBAND.

[Harm] ANGELA AND
PAINTER WERE MARRIED?

THE NAVY WOULD NEVER ALLOW
THEM TO SERVE ON THE SAME SHIP,

SO THEY KEPT THEIR
MARRIAGE SECRET.

BUT THERE WAS NO LETTER OF
RESIGNATION IN HER COMPUTER!

YES, THERE WAS.

[crew chattering]

I MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME

BECAUSE SHE'D DELETED IT
AFTER TALKING TO PAINTER.

THE FIRST TIME?

WELL, DELETING
ERASES THE FILE...

[Harm clearing throat]

DELETING ERASES THE FILE
SO THAT IT CAN'T BE ACCESSED,

BUT THE DATA STAYS IN THE MEMORY
BANK UNTIL IT'S WRITTEN OVER.

IT TOOK ME SOME TIME,
BUT I DUG IT OUT.

YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO
USE MY COMPUTER AGAIN.

[man on intercom chattering]

ANGELA CHANGED HER MIND
ABOUT QUITTING.

NOW, YOU DON'T DO THAT
AND THEN COMMIT SUICIDE.

[Harm] I AGREE.

HERE ARE THE
UNIFORMS YOU WANTED.

YOU AGREE SHE DIDN'T
COMMIT SUICIDE?

THE AUTOPSY REVEALED
ABRASIONS ON HER FINGERTIPS.

LOOKS LIKE SHE SLIPPED,
GRABBED THE EDGE OF THE
DECK AS SHE WENT OVER.

I THINK WE'VE GOT AN
ACCIDENTAL DEATH HERE, KATE.

UNLESS SHE WAS PUSHED.

-BY WHO?
-WHOM.

THE CAG.

OH, KATE!

[Pike] LIEUTENANT RABB? SIR?

JUST HEAR ME OUT.

HE DOESN'T WANT WOMEN
PLAYING WITH HIS TOYS, RIGHT?

-SO HE SETS ANGELA
UP TO SCREW THE POOCH.
-WHICH SHE DID.

WHETHER SHE DID OR DIDN'T,
IT STILL FILLED HER WITH
ENOUGH DOUBT TO RESIGN.

BUT PAINTER CHANGED HER MIND.

SHE DELETED THAT LETTER
AND DECIDED TO STICK IT OUT.

WHEN THE CAG REALIZED
SHE WASN'T GOING TO RESIGN,

HE THREW HER OVERBOARD, HOPING
IT WOULD LOOK LIKE SUICIDE.

NO, WAIT A MINUTE.

WHEN DID ANGELA
DELETE THE LETTER?

AFTER SHE LEFT
PAINTER AT THE C.O.D.

SHE NEVER MADE IT BACK TO HER
QUARTERS. SHE WENT OVERBOARD.

SO WHO DELETED THE LETTER?

[Pike] HARM?

[Ripper grunting]

[Cassie groaning]

NEXT TIME YOU WAVE ME OFF FOR
NO REASON, IT'LL BE YOUR LAST!

[groaning]

[grunts]

[Ripper coughing]

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

RIPPER'S BEEN GIVIN' ME
UNNECESSARY WAVE-OFFS.

-HE WON'T DO IT AGAIN.
-[men chattering]

YOU'RE A TOUGH LADY,
LIEUTENANT.

DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING TO
PROVE WOMEN BELONG OUT HERE.

YEAH, JUST ABOUT.

MAYBE EVEN TOSS ONE OVERBOARD

TO HAVE A DEAD HERO
INSTEAD OF A LIVE QUITTER.

ANGELA WASN'T A QUITTER.

WE KNOW SHE WROTE
A LETTER OF RESIGNATION.

I DELETED IT.

[Pike] I RECOVERED IT.

[scoffing]

AND YOU THINK
I THREW HER OVERBOARD?

YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH.

IF I WAS BENT LIKE THAT,
THERE'S A COUPLE GUYS

WHO WOULD HAVE WENT
OVERBOARD A LONG TIME AGO.

I'M CONVENING A BOARD OF INQUIRY
IN NAPLES AT 1300 TOMORROW.

-YOU'LL HAVE TO BE THERE.
-I DIDN'T MURDER ANGELA,

SO I'M NOT AFRAID TO FACE
A BOARD OF INQUIRY.

IT'S GONNA HAVE TO WAIT.

SCUTTLEBUTT SAYS THERE'S
A MISSION COMIN' UP.

I CAN'T DELAY AN INQUIRY
BASED ON SCUTTLEBUTT.

DAMN IT! AND YOU WERE A PILOT!

YOU KNOW WHAT FLYING
THE REAL THING MEANS TO ME!

I'M SORRY.

MACE WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.

[man on intercom chattering]

ONE OF THESE DAYS, SOMEBODY'S
GONNA THROW HER OVERBOARD.

SO I HEARD THEY RECOVERED
ANGELA'S BODY.

FISHERMAN FOUND IT YESTERDAY.

IT'S A DAMN SHAME.
SHE WAS A GOOD KID.

SHE WASN'T A KID.

YOU KNOW,
I SAW LIEUTENANT PULLER TOPSIDE
NEAR THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR

THE NIGHT THAT ANGELA
WENT OVERBOARD.

SHE WAS KIND OF
HIDING IN THE SHADOWS.

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OR
JUST GETTING A LITTLE AIR?

AH, IT LOOKED MORE LIKE
SHE WAS HIDING TO ME.

YOU AREN'T SAYING THIS TO
GET HER IN TROUBLE, ARE YOU?

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT, I AM. THAT
DOESN'T CHANGE HER BEING THERE.

AND WHY WOULD LIEUTENANT
PULLER WANNA KILL ANGELA?

I DON'T KNOW.

LOVERS' QUARREL?

[scoffing]

WHAT A BASTARD.

DOESN'T MEAN HE'S LYING.

YOU SUSPECT LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI WAS MURDERED,
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF?

-[Harm] YES, SIR.
-IF I RAN THE SEAHAWK

THE WAY
YOU TWO RUN THIS INVESTIGATION,

I'D BE SKIPPERING
A SUBMARINE AT DISNEYLAND.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU JAG LAWYERS
PROPOSE TO DO NEXT?

CONVENE A BOARD OF INQUIRY
TO QUESTION CERTAIN
OFFICERS UNDER OATH

WHO MAY BE ABLE TO SHED
LIGHT ON LIEUTENANT
ARUTTI'S DISAPPEARANCE.

WHICH OFFICERS?

LIEUTENANT PULLER, PAINTER,
CARTER, AND THE CAG.

YOU THINK ONE OF THEM
THREW HER OVERBOARD.

I DON'T KNOW, SIR.
I DO BELIEVE

THEY'LL BE ABLE TO
SHED LIGHT ON HER DISAPPEARANCE.

WELL, YOUR BOARD OF
INQUIRY IS GOING TO HAVE
TO WAIT, LIEUTENANT.

-THE SCUTTLEBUTT IS TRUE, SIR?
-IT USUALLY IS.

GATHER ROUND, GENTLEMEN.

-IT'S ON?
-IT'S ON.

[Skipper] I'VE JUST RECEIVED
ORDERS FROM C.I.N.C.-MED NAPLES.

WE'RE TO LAUNCH AN
ALPHA STRIKE AT 1800.

-THAT WILL BE ALL, MR. RABB.
-AYE, AYE, SIR

OUR TARGETS WILL BE THE 28
SAM SITES AROUND SARAJEVO

AND THEIR COMMAND
CONTROL CENTER AT FOCA.

CAG, I'LL NEED AN A.T.A.R.S.
RUN BEFORE YOU LAUNCH.

I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S DOWN THERE.

-YES, SIR. I'LL DO IT MYSELF.
-VERY GOOD, SIR.

WHAT'S AN ALPHA STRIKE?

EVERYTHING THAT FLIES.

[Skipper] SO THE
TOMCATS LAUNCH FIRST.

ESTABLISH A CAP AND FLY ESCORT.

INTRUDERS GO IN LOW.
SMOTHER THEM WITH SNAKE EYES.

HORNETS GO HIGH. NAIL
ANYTHING THAT LIGHTS UP.

THIS IS THE REAL THING,
GENTLEMEN, SO GOOD HUNTING.

WE-WE'D JUST
FINISHED AN IMMELMANN

AND THEN HE DID A SNAP
TURN 9-G's TO THE RIGHT.

[gasping] WELL, I LOST IT.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T KNOW
WHICH WAY WAS UP, WHICH...

[sighing] I PUKED MY GUTS OUT.

WAS YOUR COCKPIT HOT?

YEAH. YEAH, IT WAS.

HE TURNED YOUR HEAT UP.

LITTLE HEAT, COUPLE
OF NEGATIVE G's,

AND CAPTAIN MIDNIGHT WOULD
HAVE PUKED IN THAT BACK SEAT.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN ABUSIVE?

WELL, IT'S JUST HIS
WAY OF TELLING ME THAT
I DON'T BELONG UP THERE.

HMM. HE DOESN'T THINK
ANYONE BELONGS UP THERE
EXCEPT HIS CHOSEN FEW.

HE'S RIGHT.

HE'S NOT RIGHT.

WHAT GIVES HIM
THE RIGHT TO DECIDE

WHO BELONGS UP
THERE AND WHO DOESN'T?

25 YEARS AND 1,000 TRAPS.

[DePalma] YEAH, WELL,
THAT'S OKAY.

EVERYTHING IS FINE BECAUSE
THE GOOD ENSIGN ROBERTS HERE

HAS ARRANGED FOR ME TO BE FILMED
IN THE COCKPIT AFTER THE STRIKE.

ON THE DECK, NOT IN THE AIR.

NO, ON THE DECK.
IT'S OKAY. ANYWHERE.

WITH BORINI'S CAMERA ANGLES,

I'LL COME OFF LOOKIN'
LIKE TOM CRUISE.

MR. DePALMA, ARE YOU
READY FOR YOUR SECOND RIDE?

I GOT AN A.T.A.R.S.
MISSION IN TEN MINUTES.

I'M GONNA TELL
YOU THE TRUTH, CAG.

I DON'T THINK I COULD RIDE
AN ELEVATOR WITHOUT PUKING.

I'LL TAKE IT.

SADDLE UP.

YOU ARE JUST
A PASSENGER, MISTER.

-UNDERSTOOD.
-IF YOU'RE GONNA PUKE,

MAKE SURE
YOU DO IT WITH THE INTERCOM OFF

SO I DON'T HAVE TO HEAR YOU.

JUST DON'T TURN THE
HEAT UP IN MY COCKPIT, SIR.

[Bannon] HELLO, CAG.

READY TO GO, CHIEF?

ALL READY, SIR.

WHAT'S AN A.T.A.R.S. MISSION?

THAT'S WHERE WE GO IN
TO ACQUIRE

OUR LAST-MINUTE
RECON PHOTO OF THE TARGET.

SAM-6 IS A MOBILE MISSILE
AND WE JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE

THOSE BABIES ARE STILL WHERE
INTELLIGENCE SAYS THEY ARE.

YOU KNOW, YOUR OLD MAN'S
A LEGEND IN THIS SQUADRON.

I KNOW.

SO'S THE CAG.

GOOD LUCK TO YOU, SIR!

DON'T EVEN THINK
ABOUT IT, MISTER.

YOU READY, LOBO?

[Cassie] READY, CAG.

[Harm] CAG, ARE WE ON T.A.C.-2?

[CAG] WHY?

I HAVE TO RADIO
LIEUTENANT PIKE.

WE'RE NOT ON THE BELTWAY,
MISTER. WE'RE ON A MISSION.

WE DON'T TRANSMIT 'TILL
WE'RE OVER THE TARGET.

YOU KNOW, YOUR DAD
AND I WERE ON A PHOTO
RECON WHEN HE WENT DOWN.

I KNOW. I READ THE
MISSION DEBRIEF.

HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?

FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT.

LAWYERS.

[beeping]

ONE MINUTE TO TARGET.
GO TACTICAL.

ROGER THAT.

[CAG] ACTIVATING A.T.A.R.S.

HERE WE GO.

YOU WITH ME, LIEUTENANT?

[Harm] TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

[panting]

[CAG] LOBO. GO HIGH.
RADIOSEAHAWK.

SAM SITES ARE
RINGED WITH SHILKAS.

HAVE THEM RE-ARM THE
HORNETS WITH ROCKEYES

AND LET THE INTRUDERS
DROP THE HEAVY STUFF.

[Cassie] ROGER THAT.

[Harm] IS THAT WHAT IT WAS
LIKE OVER HANOI?

WHEN WE GO BACK THROUGH,
THEY'LL BE READY FOR US.

THAT'LL BE LIKE HANOI.

[Cassie] SEAHAWK. LOBO.

SAM SITES PROTECTED BY SHILKAS.

RE-ARM THE HORNETS
WITH ROCKEYES.

KEEP THE A-6s HEAVY.

REPEAT. RE-ARM THE
HORNETS WITH ROCKEYES.

CAG'S MAKING A SECOND RUN.

[machine gun firing]

[CAG] YOU GOT HER.
YOU GOT HER, HAMMER.

[Harm] STEADY. STEADY.
HOLDING STEADY.

[alarm buzzing]

RIGHT ENGINE, RIGHT
ENGINE. RIGHT... PULL OFF.

CIRCUIT BREAKER'S OUT.
LEFT THROTTLE FULL!

GO OUT, GO OUT.

COME ON, BABY! GO OUT.

[Harm panting]

[Cassie] YOU PAINTING
THEM, BUSTER?

[Buster] BEARING 150
AND HEADING THIS WAY.

AT YOUR 11. ANGELS 10.

[Harm] CAG'S HIT. WE'VE LOST
AN ENGINE. I'M COMIN' UP.

IT'S LIKE RIDING A JACKHAMMER!

I GOTTA SLOW DOWN.
STICK WITH ME.

[Cassie] LIKE A FLY ON PIE.

I CAN SEE THE CAG.
HE'S NOT MOVING!

[Harm] HOW DO I
TRANSMIT A.T.A.R.S.?

YOU CAN'T FROM THE BACK SEAT.

[CAG breathing deeply]

[muttering]

SEAHAWKSAYS THEY
ARE RECEIVING A.T.A.R.S.!

HARM, LOBO. THE CAG'S ALIVE!

HE ACTIVATED THE
A.T.A.R.S. TRANSMITTER.

I CAN'T TELL ANYTHING FROM
BACK HERE. HE'S NOT MOVING.

[Cassie] 15 MILES, HARM.
YOU'VE GOT TO GET READY.

YOU'D BETTER, UH, RUN
THE CHECKLIST WITH ME.

IT'S A LONG TIME
SINCE I TRAPPED.

YOU CAN'T TRAP.

I'M NOT PUNCHIN' OUT.

YOU'VE GOT TO.

ONCE IS ENOUGH.

NEGATIVE ON THE TRAP.
ONCE ALL BIRDS ARE LAUNCHED,

WE'LL HAVE YOU EJECT
NEAR THE SHIP.

THE CAG IS UNCONSCIOUS.
HE'D NEVER SURVIVE AN EJECTION.

HOW LONG SINCE YOU'VE
MADE A TRAP? ANY TRAP?

FIVE YEARS,

AND IT WAS RAMP STRIKE.
I'M DUE A GOOD ONE.

WELL, THE CAG'LL HAVE TO
TAKE HIS CHANCES IN THE WATER.

-[radio static buzzing]
-MY RADIO'S...
YOU'RE BREAKIN' UP, SEAHAWK.

AND I CAN'T READ YOU!

[man] THE SKIPPER'S
ON THE HORN, BOSS.

STAND BY, HARM.

YES, SIR?

LET HIM TRAP.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

BRING IT HOME, HARM.

COMIN' HOME.

I FIGURE THE ONLY CHANCE
YOU'VE GOT IS TO FOLLOW ME IN.

-I'LL SET YOU INTO THE SLOT.
-NO OFFENSE, LOBO,

BUT YOU'VE GOT THE WORST
TRAP RECORD ON THE SHIP.

IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS.

I'VE BEEN SEARCHING
THE SHIP FOR YOU, MA'AM!

LIEUTENANT LUBIN WANTS
YOU IN CRYPTO ON THE DOUBLE!

-WHY?
-I DON'T KNOW.

HE JUST SAID ON THE DOUBLE!

I FOUND HER, SIR.

[panting] WHAT'S GOING ON?

I'VE GOT A CALL FOR YOU
ON THE DISCREET CHANNEL.

PRESS THE GREEN BUTTON.

-LIEUTENANT PIKE.
-[Harm] KATE?

HARM, WHAT'S HAPPENING?

NO TIME TO EXPLAIN.
JUST LISTEN.

CASSIE IS LOBO.

N-NO, ANGELA WAS LOBO.

NO, ANGELA WAS WEARING
CASSIE'S JACKET WHEN
SHE WENT OVER THE SIDE.

IN THE RAIN AND THE DARK,
SHE WAS MISTAKEN FOR CASSIE.

-RIPPER.
-HAS TO BE.

KATE, HE'S GOTTA KNOW WE'RE
GONNA PUT THIS TOGETHER,

AND THE LAST THING I NEED
TONIGHT IS A WAVE-OFF.

YOU'RE FLYING?

YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO BUILD
A GUY'S CONFIDENCE, KATE.

[Pike] I'LL HANDLE IT.

I'M COUNTING ON THAT.

HARM?

DO YOU HAVE A PISTOL?

A PISTOL? WHAT DO
YOU NEED A PISTOL FOR?

NEVER MIND.
JUST STICK TO MY SIX.

[man on intercom] LAST
DELTA STRIKE'S AWAY.

PREPARE DECK FOR
EMERGENCY LANDING.

LOBO. TRY TO TAKE THE BREAK.

GEAR DOWN. FLAPS DOWN.

AUTOMATIC
THROTTLE ENGAGED.

[Cassie] HOOK DOWN?

HOOK DOWN.

HE HASN'T MADE
A TRAP IN 5 YEARS!

WITH LUCK, HE'LL
TAKE HER WITH HIM!

LIEUTENANT CARTER!

YOU ARE RELIEVED OF DUTY
AND CONFINED TO QUARTERS

PENDING THE CONVENING
OF A BOARD OF INQUIRY

INTO LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S DEATH.

-BY WHOSE ORDERS?
-MINE!

UNDER ARTICLE 118 OF THE UNIFORM
CODE OF MILITARY JUSTICE.

GET THIS BITCH OFF MY PLATFORM
BEFORE I THROW HER OFF!

SERGEANT!

AND IT'S LIEUTENANT PIKE,
NOT BITCH.

CLEAR?

I'M THROTTLIN' BACK.
LOOKING FOR 150 KNOTS.

HOW'S HE DOING, BUSTER?

I WOULDN'T RIDE WITH HIM.

AND I RIDE WITH YOU.

[Cassie] LOOKING GOOD, HARM.

[Harm panting]

116. TOMCAT. BALL.

ROGER. BALL.

IT'S ALL YOURS, HARM.
GOOD LUCK.

YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW.
A LITTLE LOW.

[Keeter] YOU ARE
BELOW THE GLIDE PATH.

PICK IT UP! PICK IT UP!
POWER! POWER! POWER!

[cheering]

[whooping]

[crew cheering]

HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE
EVER SEEN A NIGHT TRAP?

HE'S BREATHING.

THAT MAKES ONE OF US.

WHEREVER HE IS, YOUR OLD
MAN'D BE PROUD OF YOU, SIR.

SIR.

PERMISSION TO ENTER, SIR?

GRANTED.

HOW ARE YOU FEELING, SIR?

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
WITH A CRACKED HEAD?

[chuckling]

[clearing throat]

SKIPPER SAID YOU
WANTED TO SEE ME.

LOOK, BEFORE THIS GETS
EMBARRASSING FOR BOTH OF US,

UH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO THANK ME.

THANK YOU FOR WHAT?

YOU'RE A NAVAL AVIATOR.
I DAMN WELL EXPECTED
YOU TO GET US BACK.

YES, SIR.

I WANTED TO...

TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
YOUR DAD'S LAST MISSION.

WHEN HAMMER WENT DOWN,

I CALLED THE SANDIES AND
FLEW CAP TILL I WAS BINGO FUEL.

HE WAS OKAY WHEN I LEFT,

BUT HE WAS GONE WHEN THE SANDIES
GOT THERE FIVE MINUTES LATER.

YOU WERE BINGO FUEL,
SIR. YOU HAD TO LEAVE.

HE WAS MY FRIEND.

I KNOW, SIR.

[sighing]

I CAUGHT TAILWIND
ON THE WAY BACK.

I GOT TO THE TIWITH 800
POUNDS OF FUEL IN MY TANKS.

I COULD HAVE STAYED
OVER HAMMER ANOTHER...

THREE, FOUR MINUTES. IT MIGHT
HAVE MADE THE DIFFERENCE.

A LOT OF THINGS MIGHT
HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE, SIR.

HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN LUCKIER.

OR HE MIGHT HAVE
NEVER BEEN THERE AT ALL.

YOU HAVE NOTHING
TO APOLOGIZE FOR, CAG.

I DIDN'T SAY I WAS APOLOGIZING.

I MADE A JUDGMENT CALL.
I'VE HAD TO LIVE WITH THAT.

YOUR EYES ARE NOT
A JUDGMENT CALL, SON.

YOU HAVE NOTHING
TO SECOND-GUESS.

THANK YOU, SIR.

NOW GET THE HELL OUT
OF HERE. GO SUE SOMEONE.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

[DePalma on TV] THE MOST
UNLIKELY HERO OF LAST NIGHT'S

HIGHLY SUCCESSFUL NAVAL
AIR STRIKE WAS LIEUTENANT
HARMON RABB, JR...

YES.

WHO SAVED CAPTAIN
THOMAS BOONE'S LIFE

WHEN HE SAFELY LANDED
THIS DAMAGED TOMCAT

ONTO THE DECK OF THESEAHAWK.

WHAT IS SO UNUSUAL IS THAT

LIEUTENANT RABB ISN'T EVEN
AN ACTIVE PILOT IN THE NAVY.

HE'S A MEMBER OF THE JUDGE
ADVOCATE GENERAL CORPS.

HE'S A LAWYER.

[laughing]

DID YOU'D EVER THINK
YOU'D SEE THE DAY

-WHEN A LAWYER WAS A HERO
IN AMERICA, TEDDY?
-NO, SIR.

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE
A LOOK AT THIS, ADMIRAL.

IT'S FROM LIEUTENANT RABB.

SO SHE WAS MURDERED.

YES, SIR.

THAT'S TOO BAD.

WELL, YOU... YOU CAN'T
HAVE EVERYTHING, HUH?

EXCUSE ME, SIR,
BUT AREN'T YOU CONCERNED
ABOUT A SENATE HEARING?

I MEAN, YOU SAID IT COULD
DISCREDIT OUR JAG INVESTIGATION

AND RUIN LIEUTENANT
RABB'S CAREER.

THEY WOULDN'T DARE
GO AFTER HIM NOW.

HE'S A HERO.

NOPE, IF ANYBODY GOES
FROM JAG, IT'LL BE ME.

OR YOU, TEDDY.

[chuckling]

[door closing]

IT'S BEEN AN HONOR SERVING
WITH YOU, SIR, MA'AM.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN.

OH, YOU'RE QUITE WELCOME.

OH, GOD. HERE WE GO.

YOU'RE OUT OF UNIFORM, HARM.

I'VE GOT A BOARD OF INQUIRY
IN NAPLES IN AN HOUR, MACE.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN.

THANKS, MACE.

YOU SURE YOU WON'T
BE NEEDING ME IN NAPLES?

LET'S GO, KATE.

[pilot] RIGHT FLAP.

[co-pilot] CHECK.

LEFT FLAP. CHECK.

[pilot and co-pilot
continue speaking]

THIS IS HUMILIATING, HARM.
LAUNCHING FROM THE BACK SEAT.

WELL, LOOK AT IT
THIS WAY, CASSIE.

YOU'LL LAND WITHOUT A WAVE-OFF.

[Cassie chuckling]

HERE.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT
GOLD WINGS AND A WHITE UNIFORM.

[Pike gasping]

[triumphant music plays]