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-Coming in tomorrow?
-No, too much to do.

-Well, I'll see you
at the wedding, then.
-No, actually, you'll see me

at the rehearsal
dinner first.

Mac! W-Wait.

We-We talked about this,
come on.

Uh, I-I told you,
I wasn't coming.

No, we never
talked about it

and why can't you come?

I got my
six-month quals.

You're going out
to a carrier?

Yeah, in the morning.
Renee will be at the dinner.

You didn't
tell me this, Harm.

Well, I cleared it
with the admiral.

I'll... I'll be at the ceremony.

Come on, Mac. It's not my
schedule, it's the Navy's.

Well, what if the Navy
changes its schedule,

and you don't make
it to the ceremony?

-You let me worry about that.
-Well, why do either one

of us have to
worry about it?

Why does this even
have to come up?

I mean, couldn't you just do
your quals some other time?

Six months from now.

Harm, you fly, maximum,
two, three times a year

and for that, you risk
missing my wedding?

I didn't consider it a risk.

No, the truth is that you didn't
consider it important.

Hey, slow down.
Come-- Mac, first off,

this was arranged long before
you even set a date
and secondly, frankly,

if you need me at your wedding
to make it work,

maybe you should reconsider
who you're marrying.

Oh, hey, I'm... Mac...

Have fun.

Aren't you going
to wish me luck?

[opening theme music playing]

[Skates] Welcome aboard,
Commander.

Looks like you're stuck
with me again, huh, Skates?

I'm sure I'll live
through it, sir.

Captain Ingles wants
to see you first thing.

He knows
I'm here to fly

and not subpoena
the ship's records, right?

He's over that, sir.
Doesn't talk about it.

At least, not more
than twice a day.

[chuckles]

[Brumby]
What time does Chloe arrive?

-[MacKenzie] 2:55.
-Does she approve of us?

She doesn't have a vote.

I mean, last
time we met...

Yeah, well,
we weren't dating then

and she was fixated
on Harm

but that's
all different now.

Mmm, I got to
get cracking.

-Okay.
-Lots to do.

Mm-hmm.

We have to call
the restaurant and cancel

one of the meals
for tonight.

-Who's not coming?
-Harm.

He's doing his quals.

No worries.

Well, you know,
it took me by surprise.

No drama.
I'll take care of it.

See you.

It's not exactly
the kind of behavior

you expect from
your best friend.

I thought I was
your best friend.

Right?

Bye.

[sighs]

[Ingles] Well, that's the last
of VF53.

Commander Rabb
reporting as ordered, sir.

Welcome aboard,
Commander. At ease.

Well, I believe,
uh, last time

our paths crossed,
your words to me were

"I'd be proud to serve
under your command again."

That's what I said, sir.

Well, it's only
for a day and a night.

We'll see how it goes.

Commander Harmon Rabb,
Commander Stacy Loftness,

-the AIRLANT LSO.
-Commander.

You're a JAG?

Most of the time.

How many strings you pull
to get back in this fleet?

I earned my way, Commander.

[Loftness]
I have training squadrons
to qualify, Commander.

What I don't need
is a Washington weenie
wasting my time.

Will that be all, Captain?

You won't catch
a break here, Rabb.

Captain, for what it's worth,
I've flown with Commander Rabb.

He's a good stick,
and he's paid his dues.

He doesn't need a break, sir.

Just a fair shot.

Well, thank you,
Lieutenant.

I'm sure Commander Loftness
will keep that in mind.

Sir.

Commander.

[Brumby] What do you think,
Lieutenant?

They're
wedding bands, sir.

Well, not to me.

They're my future.

You still look
at yours?

Oh, yeah.
Sure.

Do you remember
the moment you said, "I do"?

-I do.
-What were you feeling?

Nausea. But that was
because I had just eaten

this half-defrosted
pizza-bagel thing

right before
I left the house, and...

Guard them
with your life.

Yes, sir.

I have to admit to being
a bit nervous, Bud.

-Why?
-Because I've got
everything I've always wanted

and now I've got no excuses.

Well, you won't
need any, Mic.

If I should falter
during the ceremony...

Just do what you did
at your bachelor party.

-What was that?
-You ripped off your shirt

and you started singing
the Australian National Anthem

to the waitress.

-Was it effective?
-Yeah, we got

a free plate of appetizers.

[laughing]

What if I just
look your way?

-I'll start singing.
-Excuse me?

Your rings.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Since when does the
skipper rely on you

for character
references?

Since you cleared me
of my landing mishap.

After that,
he dropped his attitude.

Oh, so, there's hope
for me yet, then?

Hey, how's the colonel?

Oh, she's getting married.

Good for her.
When?

Tomorrow.

Afternoon?

Uh, morning.

[Sims] The day I was trying on
my wedding dress,

I had matricide, not matrimony,
on my mind.

It wasn't bad enough
that my mother wanted me

to change to the dress
with the cleavage porthole

but the insults
toward poor Bud were unbearable.

What?

You look so beautiful.

Oh, Harriet,
save it for the wedding.

I'm so happy for you.

Aren't you happy for you?

Yeah, of course.

It's just that, uh, you've been
a little quiet lately.

Let me ask you something.

Okay.

Harm is out doing
his carrier qualifications.

That sounds like Harm.

He's going to miss
the rehearsal dinner

and probably going to be close
on the wedding.

And that's
upset you?

Well, am I being
unreasonable?

Well, you know
Harm and flying.

Everything else
takes second place.

I think the only thing
you can do

is try not to
take it personally

and just wish him
the best of luck.

[Loftness]
I'll give you two out of eight
day landings on the manual ball

to see how you handle
the pitching deck.

There's a weather warning
later this afternoon

for overcast skies
and scattered showers.

Ceiling at 1,500 feet
and visibility three miles.

Lowers in rain showers
to 800 and three-quarters.

Possible swells
and deck motion
up to 15 feet.

Sir, what are
the deck motion limitations?

Limitations, my ass.

You nuggets are now
in the fleet.

We play country hardball here.
Commander Rabb,
perhaps you recall

why we fly in these conditions?

Because in combat
you don't get to choose

the weather you fly in,
Commander.

[Loftness]
The lawyer is correct.

You fly the weather
God gave you.

Now, you training squadron LSOs?
I don't want any Santa Clauses.

-Grade hard.
-[all] Yes, sir.

[Loftness] And I expect
you back-seaters

not to let your pilots screw up.

Water's cold out there.

[Skates] Hook.

[Rabb] Hook down.

[Skates] This is 2-4-1 abeam.
Pilot, Rabb.

[air boss]
Roger, 2-4-1.

F-14 in the groove.
Give me tension
for a Tomcat.

Roger that, boss.

Roger, this is Paddles
up on this frequency.

Roger, Paddles,
loud and clear.

Automatic throttle's carrying us
three knots too fast.

Switching to manual.

[Skates]
Roger.

[Rabb]
I've got the ball.

Paddles,
this is 2-4-1.

Ball. Two-point-five, manual.

Roger, manual.

27 knots down
the angle.

You're starting
to accelerate.

Your rate of descent
looks good.

Keep it coming.

Keep it coming.

You're high, 2-4-1.

Fly the ball, 2-4-1.

-Fly the ball.
-[man] Three wires fouled.

2-4-1, foul deck.
Wave off.

Wave off.

-Too late.
-[Skates] 2-4-1 waving off.

Easy on the rotation, Harm.

Good save, Commander.

[Loftness] 2-4-1, make this next
trap your final.

Say again for 2-4-1.

[Loftness]
I'm taking you out
of the air.

[Loftness] Wait a minute.

What the hell did
you think you were
doing up there, Rabb?

I just prevented
an in-flight engagement,
Paddles.

We don't give merit badges
here, Rabb.

The point is you were high
prior to the landing.

Commander Rabb was making
the correction

when you waved us off, sir.

He was slow to react,
Lieutenant.

When I say "Fly the ball"
fly the damn ball.

I was trying to be smooth,
Commander.

Are you doubting my judgment?

Look, I may not
have been correcting

as fast as you wanted

but I'm not about to be talked

into making a rookie mistake
and dump the nose.

[Skates] He was easing
the nose down, sir.

You taught us better to go high
than hit the ramp.

You can go back up, Rabb,

but your next four traps
better be in the spaghetti

or I'm sending you back
to the beach.

[Chloe] Wow, this is
a serious church.

It was Mic's idea.

He thought
it had grandeur.

Where is he?

[Brumby] Right here.

Hi.

Chloe, the goddess of love.

Perfect name
for the occasion.

Actually, that's
Aphrodite.

Chloe is the goddess
of new growth.

That works, too.

Aphrodite wore a magic girdle
and fooled around.

Is that right?

By today's standards,
she's a slut.

Can we move on?

It's nice to see you again.

I've been looking forward
to this.

Do I have to call you "mate"?

No.

Is there a bathroom in here?

I'll take you.
Be right back.

-Relax.
-I'd hoped I'd
like him this time.

You will.

Hey, guys.
Good to see you, Padre.

-Mic.
-Is the admiral here yet?

-Inbound.
-Charlie, I got
a miracle for you.

Water into wine,
Admiral?

I caught every green light
on Massachusetts Avenue.

[all chuckle]

So, were you in
the zone today

or just trying
to prove something?

Oh, hey,
I'm a Washington weenie.

-What do I have to prove?
-[chuckles]

We still have
our night traps.

Are you worried?

No. I'm having fun.

-Going to miss it.
-Miss it?

-I met a guy.
-Serious?

Is marriage serious?

-So I'm told.
-He's a public affairs officer.

Oh, yeah?
Whose idea was it
for you to give up flying?

Come on. You know what
the life is like, Harm.

Six-month deployments,
workups.

It's a big decision,
Skates.

I hope you didn't act
too quickly.

-You left.
-Hey, part of me still lives
here on a carrier.

Is that why you're missing
your best friend's wedding?

I'll be there.

[jazz music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music ends]

-Evening, Skipper.
-Commander.

Paddles here
tells me you had

the highest boarding rate
and landing scores.

I told him you should
congratulate him

for motivating you.

[Loftness] Anyway,
you're home free.

Just in time, too.
That storm's picking up.

The Gator's looking
for some clear weather

and we're stopping
flight ops till we get it.

Skipper, I need to get
to Andrews ASAP, sir.

What is it
that can't wait?

Colonel MacKenzie's wedding.

It's at 1100 tomorrow.

-[Loftness] Are you
the best man?
-No.

Then what's
the problem?

I need to be there.

I'll talk to the CAG.

If Gator can find
better weather,

I'll make sure
you're the first plane out.

Thank you, sir.

Skates has asked
for weekend liberty.

Her fiancé works
at the Pentagon.

-Why don't you take her
with you?
-Will do.

-All right.
-Skipper.

[Roberts] Oh, man.

Looking forward to
your toast tonight,
Lieutenant.

That's at the reception.

Oh, it should be just a few
health and happiness lines

but tonight we're
among friends.

Give me one
from the heart.

Y-You got it.

You are ready,
aren't you?

Of course I'm ready.

-I'll see you there.
-Take care.

-I'm not ready.
-What?

I don't have it.
The toast,

I was going
to work on it tonight.

It'll be fine.

Harriet, you don't
understand.

I don't even know
what it's about.

I need a theme.
What's an appropriate theme?

Love and marriage...

You're not helping
me here.

Did you leave
the lights on?

Mic! Mic!

We have clearing to the east,
there's a thunderhead
approaching

from the north
but I'm not worried.

You could outrun it
in a twin-engine prop.

Thanks again for
the favor, Skipper.

I don't do favors,
Commander.

Well, sir, if there's anything
I can do for you.

Slice of wedding cake?

It'll be on the COD
first thing Sunday morning, sir.

-I'll be expecting it.
-Skipper, I know we've
had our differences--

Uh, is this where
we bond, Commander?

No, sir, this is where
we say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you, sir.

Catch you Monday, Lieutenant.

And we'll see you
in six months.

Yes, sir.

[guffaws]

[Skates] Looks like we caught
a break, Commander.

Yeah, let's get out of here
before the air boss
changes his mind, huh?

I'm with you.

-Mic?
-Oh, please.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you, sir.

-That's ginger ale.
-Yes, it is.

-Can I have champagne?
-No.

I just want to see
what it tastes like.

Catch me in eight years.

Chloe, you dropped
your napkin.

One sip.

Navy jet 2-4-1,
I'm starting to lose you.

Suggest you shift
to Washington Center.

Roger. Thanks for the help,
City Desk.

-Have a good trip.
-[static]

We've got a low level oxygen
light, Commander.

We're gonna have to take it
down to 10,000.

Roger that.

Penny for your thoughts.

You can have them
for free, Admiral.

Last time I did this,
I was 18 and drunk.

Last time I did it,
I was 24 and sober--

same results.

You learn from your mistakes
and move on, right?

-Sir, you've never remarried.
-Oh, I'm talking about you.

Good lord, don't use
me as a barometer
for anything.

So, long term,
what are your plans?

Um, well, just to get
through the week.

[both chuckle]

-Have you discussed family?
-Yeah, we both want one.

Just when and where
is the question.

[Chegwidden] So, are you
thinking of Australia?

Yeah, for our honeymoon.

You don't think
it should be permanent, do you?

Well, whatever's best.

You don't plan to be
a JAG forever.

You haven't thought
about that much, have you?

Every day. I just never get past
the question.

Washington Center,
Navy 2-4-1 on 221.0.

How do you read?

Navy 2-4-1, Washington Center.
Loud and clear.

Say position and altitude.

Navy 2-4-1, approximately

2-1-0 miles southeast
of Center at 10,000.

Be advised IFF and
TACAN are intermittent.

INS is inop.
We intend to land at Andrews.

Roger, Navy 2-4-1.
Squawk 3-2-1-4 and ident.

Navy 2-4-1, squawking 3-2-1-4
and ident.

No joy yet, Navy 2-4-1.
Same heading.

Advise when 150 DME
from Andrews.

Roger. Heading 3-3-0.

Will remain on
this frequency.

Harm, we've got
a storm cell
ahead at 15 miles.

Washington Center,
Navy 2-4-1

requesting deviation west
for weather.

Navy 2-4-1,
deviation approved.

Let us know when you
can steer 3-3-0.

Roger. Come left 30.

Coming left 30 degrees.

We've got another
at 20 miles.

In one minute, you'll need
to come back right ten degrees.

Roger that.
Skates, recalculate fuel
upon arrival at destination.

4,000 pounds.

180 miles, no problem.

Keep me honest.

Looks like we're going
to have to run the gauntlet.

-Did you just do that?
-Negative.

What happened?

Don't know.

Positive
to positive.

That's what I'm doing.

Whoa! Hey!

Uh... maybe not.

Look, could you hurry?

I'm giving a lecture
across town.

-Really? What subject?
-Public speaking.

Do you know anything
about toasts?

-Please.
-Okay, okay.

Okay. Try it.

[Rabb]
I've got a red light.

Flight system filter.
Disengaging altitude hold.

It's bumpy
out here, Harm.

Sure you want to fly her
on your own?

No choice.

Skates, get me the most
direct route to Andrews.

I'm looking at the mother
of all storm cells, Harm.

Well, we can't hop it,
we're low on oxygen.

We'll have to go
around it before we can
turn back to 3-3-1

-and Andrews.
-How long?

Groundspeed, 500 knots.

Estimate, 16 minutes
on our present course.

Excuse me.
Renee.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh... can I take
your coat?

Sure.

-Here you go.
-Great.

Um... oh, we're just
getting started.

Good.

Would you like
some champagne?

-Sure.
-Okay. Great.

Have you talked to Harm?

No.

Have you talked to him?

No. Why would
he call me?

Um...

-Um, I sat you next to Tiner.
-He's fun.

Yeah. He's also
not here.

Uh, but... but, you
know everyone, so...

I do.

Mm.

So, are you, uh...
you ready for tomorrow?

Yeah, of course.

Not long now.

No. 13 hours
and 27 minutes.

Twenty-eight.

[clears throat]

-Let's get that champagne.
-Yeah. Lead on.

[Rabb]
We've lost PC1.

Turn off the roll, pitch and yaw
stabilization systems.

Skates, get us back
on a direct track to Andrews.

Can't go straight through, Harm.

Change heading to 3-0-5.

That way we'll skirt the cell.

-Check with Washington Center.
-Washington Center,

this is Navy 2-4-1.

We are experiencing
serious flight control problems.

Roger, 2-4-1. Are you
declaring an emergency?

Not at this time, Center.

Roger, 2-4-1.
Negative radar contact.

State position and altitude.

Position unknown.

Approximately 120 nautical,
southeast of Andrews.

Altitude one-zero-thousand.

Roger. Can you return
to the carrier?

You are closer,
Washington Center.

What are your intentions,
2-4-1?

To continue
inbound to Andrews.

We'll see you
when you get here.

I'll hold you to that. Out.

City Desk, this is 2-4-1.

We've lost PC1
and are experiencing

flight control system problems.
Over.

Roger. What is your position?

Estimate our position
at 3-8-3-0...

2-4-1, do you copy?

2-4-1, do you copy?

Try the transponder again.

No IFF signal, ma'am.

They're off the scope.

[Chloe]
Thinking?

[Brumby] Hey, you.

No. I'm looking
for Bud and Harriet.

They left the same time we did.

Did you call them?

They're not answering
their cell phone.

Maybe they went home first.

No. Just spoke
to the baby-sitter.

Sarah didn't fall for you
right away, did she?

No.

Did she even like you at first?

No. I don't think so.

Do you have that effect
on everyone?

[chuckling]

Probably.

So do I.

No, I don't believe that.

You're a beautiful,
interesting young lady.

I... am a precocious
pain-in-the-butt.

Mac asked for another girl
to mentor, but they gave her me

because they knew she wouldn't
put up with my crap.

It's nice to know we have
something in common.

Anyway, thanks
for the encouragement.

You're welcome.

Hey.

We friends?

For as long as you love her.

Easiest deal I ever made.

-Where are they?
-Past 250 miles, sir.

We've lost radar contact
and IFF signal.

How'd this happen?

Storm moved faster
than forecast, sir.

[sighs]
Thank you, Commander.

-That'll be all.
-Aye, sir.

Boss, this is the captain.

Assign air crews
for search and rescue.

-Prepare to launch a Seahawk
and Viking on my signal.
-Aye, sir.

[Roberts] Rev it!

-[engine revving]
-It's clicking.

Keep trying.

Again.

[engine revving]

We've got nothing
but storm cells around us.

[Rabb]
We're losing PC2!

Skates, she's flying
like a barrel of turds.

Recheck Oceana weather.

This is Oceana Metro. Reporting
ceiling and visibility, zero.

Field's closed. They're WOXOF.

Pax River is 50 miles
closer than Andrews.

-Already checking.
-This is Pax River Metro.

Reporting ceiling
and visibility, zero.

Closed. Andrews is our best bet.

Idle power!

Speed brakes!

Generators out.

-Reset.
-Can't!

We've lost the electronics.

Switching to emergency IFF.

Squawking 7-700.

We've gone to 400 knots.

We're going to have
to fly straight through.

Harm, that'll put us
in the middle

of the biggest thunder bumper
in the whole damn world.

I'm flying on trim
right now as it is, Skates.

I don't know how much longer
I can keep us in the air.

Check the wet compass
to get our heading.

Best bet, north-northwest.

Come left 20 degrees.

350 knots.

10,000 feet.

Great! Rev it!

[engine revving]

Thanks!

We have an emergency
IFF signal, ma'am.

Bridge, combat, we have
an emergency signal

300 miles northwest,
heading 3-4-5.

Roger that, Commander.

Keep me informed
of any change in status.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come right to course 3-4-5.

All engines ahead, two-thirds.

Right standard rudder.
Steady on course 3-4-5.

-All engines ahead,
two-thirds.
-Aye, aye, sir.

Air Ops, notify FAA
and the Coast Guard

that we're commencing
search and rescue operations

-and get the Air Boss and
Paddles to meet me in CIC.
-Aye, aye, sir.

Skates, what's
the nearest point of land?

Cape Fear.
Estimate 100 miles due east.

We're at 275
indicated airspeed.

19 minutes flying time.

-She's not responding, Skates.
-Passing eight.

-We're going to have
to punch out.
-When do we go?

At 5,000.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Navy 2-4-1.

100 miles east of Cape Fear.

Lock shoulder harness.

-Locked.
-Visor down.

Visor down.

Masks on.

Mask on.

Lower seat.

-Check.
-We're passing seven.

Harm, I'm not a strong swimmer.

Just remember
your survival training.

Harm, we're passing six.

Command ejection
rear seat?

We're going to
get through this okay.

I'll see you down there.
You have my word on it.

You haven't let me down yet.

[Rabb] I've lost her, Skates!

Eject us now!

[Skates] Position yourself.
Good luck, Harm!

Damn it! Eject!

Folks, um, in the absence
of our, uh, our best man,

I've been asked once again
to give a toast in honor

of our couple, so I've
refilled your glasses

with the good stuff. So,
let's please raise
them in a salute to--

Mic Brumby and his
soon-to-be wife, Sarah.

[Roberts]
May I carry on, sir?

Uh, sure.

Oh, uh...

Uh...
Thank you.

I've spent a lot of this year
trying to figure out

why things happen
the way they do.

And I still have no idea.

[laughter]

But I do know

that four years ago,
the admiral assigned me

to accompany
the then-Major MacKenzie

and Lieutenant Commander Rabb
out to the Seahawk.

What I never told anybody

was that my brother
was in town that weekend

and we had tickets to a concert.

But I could not find one person

to take my spot
on that carrier trip

and, well, Mikey had to go
to the concert by himself

and I had to go out
to the Seahawk...

where I met Harriet.

Colonel, Mic...

yours, like any right union
on this planet,

was a matter of destiny.

[grunting]

[woman] This is the last known
position, Captain.

They were at 10,000 feet.

All right, describe an arc
around here of 50 miles.

That's where we'll start
our search.

Boss, notify
the Coast Guard,
FAA and AIRLANT.

I'm the on-scene
commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

I want you to spearhead
this in a Viking.

Roger, boss.

[gasping]

[Chegwidden]
Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

[phone rings]

Cheers.

-Chegwidden.
-That was so beautiful, Bud.

[Brumby]
Inspiring.

Mm-hmm, that
was nice, Bud.

Yes, well done.
And here's to tomorrow.

-Hear.
-Hear, hear.

Would the, uh,
admiral like to add anything?

[clears throat] Um...

I was just patched through
to, um, Captain Ingles,

the skipper aboard the carrier
Patrick Henry.

Commander Rabb and his,
uh, RIO, Lieutenant Hawkes

got in some trouble
on a, uh, bingo to Andrews.

They're believed
to have gone down at sea.

[gasps] Oh, my God.

Well...

why would they be flying
in this weather?

Um...

Harm was trying to get back
in time for the ceremony.

[Air Boss]
Commander Loftness reports
deteriorating conditions, sir.

Ceiling's now 200 feet
and lowering.

Sea swells are
25 feet and rising.

If things get much worse,
we may have to wait

until this weather lifts.

Is the admiral aware
of this, Skipper?

I told him I'd
keep him advised.

[chaplain]
Almighty and merciful God,

as we await the fate
of our comrades,

we ask with the help
of your angels

that you guide and protect
Commander Rabb

and Lieutenant Hawkes
from all dangers, harm or injury

and bring them safely home.

Amen.

-Amen.
-[all] Amen.

-Oh, where can we plug that in?
-Over there, over the booth.

Great. And the speakerphone
works?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, for when the
skipper calls us back, sir.

If you ask him to put his
communications on the 21 MC,

we can hear
what's going on.

Okay.

[Roberts]
I'll help.

-Hanging in, Colonel?
-Yeah, sure.

He's going to make it.

He has in the past.

Now he has
even a better reason.

He's got someone
in his life.

[sighs]

[Loftness]
We have a raft, Captain.

They've got
something, Admiral.

Coordinates?

[Loftness] 38 degrees,

37 minutes, north latitude.

74 degrees, 34 minutes,
west longitude.

-Vector the SAR aircraft.
-Captain, weather's
getting worse.

Chopper could be outside
the safe recovery envelope.

We'll reevaluate when
we get to the scene.

Roger that.

Pri-flight.
Vector the SAR bird.

[Ingles] Viking, what's your
speed and altitude?

[Loftness]
180 knots and 100 feet.

-[Ingles] That's low and slow.
-It is, sir.

-Be careful, Paddles.
-Yes, sir.

I'm going to drop flares
for the angel.

[pilot] Viking 3-0-4,
this is Angel 2-1.
What is your location?

[Loftness]
I'm directly over him, Angel.

I'll give you
vectors in.

Heading 3-5-0,
three miles.

Roger, Viking.

City Desk, I've got the flares.

And I've got a strobe.
I'm on top of it now.

[Ingles]
Angel, this is the Captain.
What's the weather?

Uh, ceiling's 100 feet.

Swell's now about 30.

How lucky do you feel,
Lieutenant?

Piece of cake, Skipper.

[pilot]
We got him, we got him.

He's cleared the water.

He's coming up.

[indistinct shouting]

[sputtering]

[pilot] Sir, it's Lieutenant
Hawkes, sir. She's onboard.

[Ingles]
Any sign of Commander Rabb?

No, sir, let me ask
the lieutenant.

Is the commander down there?
Did you see Commander Rabb?

Commander Hawkes didn't see
Commander Rabb eject, sir.

[Ingles] Any speculation
as to where he is?

Hard to say, sir.
He could have punched out late.

That would put him, 15, 20
miles in any direction.

[yells]

What's happening, Angel?

We are getting pushed around,
Skipper.

Can you keep her in the air?

I'm trying, sir, I'm trying.

Viking,take
another sweep of the area

before we call it quits.

Roger that, Skipper.

Skipper, under those conditions,
the commander

could be
a few hundred yards away.

You've identified
the problem, Colonel.

Those conditions are dangerous
for all.

Sir, with all due respect...

Risking an entire crew
for one survivor is not--

This is Admiral Chegwidden,
Captain.

No one is
blaming you.

When will
you launch again?

When the weather improves, sir.

Thank you, Captain, carry on.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-[line disconnects]

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Mic.
I just need some time alone.

Look, if they found Skates,
they'll find Harm.

Come back out, Sarah.

You should be with
those who love
and support you.

Sarah?

[sobbing]

[closing theme music plays]