JAG (1995–2005): Season 1, Episode 14 - Smoked - full transcript
Lightning appears to strike an F-14 Tomcat and to disable its avionic gear at night during a flight to the Naval Air Station at Guantanamo Bay in Cuba. The pilot wanders into Cuban airspace, and two Cuban fighters intercept him and force him to land at a Cuban airfield. Harm, Meg, and others fly to Cuba to negotiate a return of the aircraft and the pilot, although Castro has already made a deal to sell the advanced avionic programs to Iran. Games and intrigue ensue in Cuba. Harm and an old buddy have a reunion, then they escape in a borrowed aircraft; the others later return to Washington. RAdm. A.J. Chegwidden reports for duty.
(Keeter) GITMO
APPROACH, TOMCAT 194.
DO YOU READ? OVER.
(ATC) 94. GITMO CONTROL. OVER.
(Keeter) GITMO. 94. I'VE
GOT A LIGHTNING STRIKE.
MY N.S., G.P.S. AND
MY TACAN ARE OUT.
COULD YOU GIVE
ME A VECTOR? OVER.
(ATC) 94.
I HAVE YOU 18 NAUTICAL
MILES NORTHEAST OF GITMO.
TAKE A HEADING OF 230. OVER.
(Keeter) 94, GITMO. SAY AGAIN.
YOU'RE BREAKING UP. OVER.
(ATC) FLY 2... 0...
230.
[thunder clapping]
(ATC) 94. GITMO.
94. ARE YOU READING GITMO?
[thunder clapping]
HE PROBABLY LOST HIS RADIO, TOO.
KEEP TRYING.
CAPTAIN BOGGS, SIR.
THAT TOMCAT FERRYIN'
IN FROM PAX RIVER
JUST SUFFERED A LIGHTNING
STRIKE AND LOST ALL NAV
AND RADIO COMMUNICATIONS.
HE'S WANDERING INTO CUBA, SIR.
HE'S GOT COMPANY!
(Fuente) HEY, TOMCAT, YOU
ARE VIOLATING CUBAN AIR SPACE.
DROP YOUR LANDING
GEAR AND FOLLOW ME,
OR WE WILL ENGAGE.
[beeping]
(Fuente) NOW, PILOTO.
MUCHAS GRACIAS, PILOTO.
A WISE DECISION.
[beeping]
HE'S GONE, SIR.
[thunder rumbling]
[knocking on door]
IT'S OPEN.
THANK GOD. NO MODEL AIRPLANES.
THEY'RE IN THE BEDROOM.
(Krennick) ARE YOU ANAL, OR IS
THERE AN EPICUREAN REASON
FOR SEPARATING THOSE EGGS?
IT MAKES A FLUFFIER OMELET.
A LITTLE TRICK YOUR MOTHER
TAUGHT YOU? A MARINE COLONEL.
IF THAT'S A JOKE,
I DON'T GET IT.
NO JOKE, COMMANDER.
AM I IN UNIFORM?
NOT EXACTLY.
THEN IT'S ALLISON.
I'M FAMISHED. IS
THERE ENOUGH FOR 2?
NOT IF YOU'RE FAMISHED. WHAT
DO YOU WANT, COMMANDER?
TO WARN YOU.
EVER HEAR OF AN
ADMIRAL CHEGWIDDEN?
YEAH. HE HEADS
JAG IN THE PACIFIC.
STARTING MONDAY,
HE HEADS JAG, PERIOD.
HE'S OUR NEW C.O.
AND VERY AMBITIOUS.
HE WANTS TO BE THE NEXT
CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN. NAVY'S NOT
GOING TO MAKE A LAWYER TOP DOG.
WHY NOT?
C.N.O.s ARE JOHN
PAUL JONES TYPES.
CRUSTY OLD SEA DOGS
WITH 30 YEARS OF SPRAY IN
THEIR FACE. NOT LAWYERS.
OH, BUT CHEGWIDDEN
STARTED AS A SEAL IN VIETNAM.
TRANSFERRED TO THE FLEET
WHERE HE COMMANDED A DESTROYER
BEFORE GETTING A LAW
DEGREE AND JOINING JAG.
HE'S BROKEN EVERY
RULE OF ADVANCEMENT.
GONE FROM ONE BRANCH
OF THE NAVY TO THE NEXT
AND SURFED THE
CREST OF THEM ALL.
THE MAN'S A GENIUS
AT CHANGING HORSES
IN MIDSTREAM AND JUMPIN'
ON THE FASTER HORSE.
SOUNDS LIKE HE SHOULD
BE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.
FIRST THINGS FIRST.
WHAT'S THE WARNING, COMMANDER?
[sighs]
THE ADMIRAL HAS AN
AIDE WHO'S A KILLER.
YOU'RE THE RISING
YOUNG STAR IN JAG
AND THAT'S A THREAT
TO HER AMBITIONS.
HER AMBITIONS?
I'M THE ADMIRAL'S AIDE.
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO
WORRY ABOUT, COMMANDER.
I'M NOT THAT GOOD OR AMBITIOUS.
THE HELL YOU'RE NOT.
IT'S ONE OF THE REASONS
WHY I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU.
[laughing]
[laughs]
NOW, ISN'T THIS WHERE THE NAVY EXPECTS
ME TO SAY "YELLOW LIGHT," COMMANDER?
ONLY IF YOU'RE FEELING
SEXUALLY AROUSED.
[chuckles]
WELL, I'M FEELING
SOMETHING SEXUAL.
GOOD.
ONE MORE WARNING.
WHATEVER OUR
PRIVATE RELATIONSHIP,
AS LONG AS YOU SERVE UNDER ME,
YOU'LL HAVE A TOUGH TIME
EARNIN' A SEA SCOUT BADGE.
WELL, I WOULDN'T HAVE
IT ANY OTHER WAY, MA'AM.
I KNOW.
NOW,
DO I GET SOME BREAKFAST,
OR PEDDLE TO THE NEAREST DINER?
(Chegwidden) AT EASE, MR. RABB.
YOUR RECORD HERE READS LIKE
A CROSS BETWEEN TOP
GUN AND A FEW GOOD MEN.
SORRY ABOUT THAT, SIR.
I'M NOT.
THE NAVY NEEDS HEROES.
NOW MORE THAN EVER.
PILLORIED IN THE PRESS
BY A LIBERAL MEDIA,
UNDERFUNDED BY AN
ELECTION DRIVEN CONGRESS
AND SHOOTIN'
OURSELVES IN THE FOOT
EVERY TIME A SAILOR GETS HORNY.
YES, SIR.
NOW,
IF I REPEATED THOSE
WORDS TO THE PRESS,
THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY
WOULD DEMAND MY RESIGNATION.
FOR WHILE MY WORDS ARE AS TRUE
AS THE BLUE ICE IN THE ARCTIC,
THEY'RE POLITICALLY INCORRECT.
AND TODAY'S NAVY,
MR. RABB, SAILS ON THE SEA
OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS.
YES, SIR.
YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS, COMMANDER?
ADMIRAL ARLEIGH BURKE.
(Chegwidden) 31-KNOT BURKE.
BULL HALSEY CALLED HIM THAT AFTER
HE CHARGED DESTROYERS FULL SPEED
INTO A JAPANESE
BATTLE FLEET IN THE DARK.
OUTGUNNED AND OUTNUMBERED,
HE SENT THEM RUNNIN'.
TURNED THE TIDE OF
THE WAR OF THE PACIFIC.
10 YEARS LATER,
PRESIDENT EISENHOWER
PROMOTED HIM OVER
92 SENIOR OFFICERS
TO BECOME CHIEF OF
NAVAL OPERATIONS.
(Chegwidden) WHY?
BECAUSE HE WAS AGGRESSIVE,
AND THAT'S WHAT WE'RE GOING TO BE.
WHILE THE REST OF THE NAVY
RIDES OUT THIS MEDIA STORM
IN PORT, WE'RE GOING TO ATTACK.
THE MEDIA, SIR?
SINCE YOU HAVE
THE HOT HAND IN JAG,
I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE HOT
INVESTIGATIONS. I EXPECT RESULTS
AND HEADLINES.
POSITIVE HEADLINES.
CAN YOU HANDLE THAT, MR. RABB?
I'LL DO MY BEST, SIR.
IF YOU CAN'T, I'LL
DROP YOU IN MY WAKE
FASTER THAN MY GARBAGE.
UNDERSTOOD, ADMIRAL.
GOOD.
COMMANDER KRENNICK. SIR.
AT 23:50 HOURS LAST NIGHT,
A TOMCAT FERRYING FROM
PAX RIVER TO GUANTANAMO BAY
LOST COMMUNICATIONS
AFTER BEING HIT BY LIGHTNING.
IT OVERFLEW CUBA, WHERE IT WAS
FORCED DOWN AND CAPTURED INTACT.
IT'S A "D" MODEL
WITH OUR LATEST ATTACK
RADAR AND E.C.M. SYSTEMS.
A COMPUTER EXPERT CAN DOWNLOAD
THAT SOFTWARE IN LESS THAN A DAY.
SO WE NEED A LEGAL POSITION TO
JUSTIFY DESTROYING THE TOMCAT?
WE'RE NOT GOING TO
DESTROY THE TOMCAT, MR. RABB.
NO SEAL STRIKE TEAM,
NO CRUISE MISSILES,
NO LASER BOMBS.
WE'RE GOING TO TALK IT BACK.
THE CUBANS OFFERED TO OPEN
NEGOTIATIONS AND STATE ACCEPTED.
WELL, BY THE TIME WE SHAKE
HANDS, THAT SOFTWARE WILL BE GONE.
IT'S NOT OUR CALL. BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN
WE CAN'T USE OUR INITIATIVE, MR. RABB.
COMMANDER KRENNICK AND SOME SLUG
FROM STATE WILL
HANDLE THE NEGOTIATIONS
WHILE YOU FIND OUT IF
THAT SOFTWARE IS INTACT.
AND IF IT IS, SIR?
DESTROY IT, MR. RABB.
WILL DO, SIR.
DISMISSED.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
[door closing]
COMMANDER KRENNICK?
ADMIRAL?
YOU'RE NOT CARRYING A GRUDGE
AGAINST LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RABB
BECAUSE HE BEAT YOU
IN NAPLES, ARE YOU?
FAR FROM IT, SIR.
I THINK HE'S JUST THE
CHALLENGE I NEEDED.
[door closing]
(Meg) 5 CHIPS!
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO
IS DOWNLOAD 5 CHIPS
AND THEY'LL HAVE WHAT
MAKES THE TOMCAT SO LETHAL.
THE PILOT?
YOUR WINGS ARE
GLINTING, COMMANDER.
I'M JUST POINTING OUT THAT
THERE'S MORE TO COMBAT FLYING
THAN COMPUTER SYSTEMS.
I KNOW THAT, SIR.
BUT THOSE 5 CHIPS GIVE
THE TOMCAT A BIG EDGE.
AN EDGE THAT THE
IRANIANS WILL, UH,
TRADE A LOT OF OIL FOR.
THAT'S RIGHT. THEY'VE GOT F-14s
WE SOLD TO THE SHAH.
THEY HAVEN'T BEEN
MAINTAINED, COMMANDER.
THEY'RE A BIGGER THREAT
TO THEIR PILOTS THAN ANYONE.
NOT TRUE.
THE IRANIANS HAVE HIRED, UH,
RUSSIAN TECHNICIANS
TO RECONDITION THEM.
AND 30 MINUTES AGO, ONE OF
THOSE TECHNO-MERCENARIES,
AN AVIONICS EXPERT BY
THE NAME OF ALEXI BARKOV
LANDED IN HAVANA.
WHY IS CASTRO WILLING
TO NEGOTIATE WITH US
IF HE'S MADE A DEAL
WITH THE IRANIANS?
THEY PROBABLY FIGURE
WE'LL NEVER KNOW BARKOV
DOWNLOADED THE DATA.
YEAH. UNTIL WE'RE UP
AGAINST IRANIAN F-14s
AS GOOD AS OURS.
THEY'LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS
OURS UNLESS WE'RE FLYING THEM.
THE RUSSIAN'S ARE TRAINING
THEIR PILOTS, TOO, COMMANDER.
AND YOU BELIEVE THAT WILL MAKE THEM
AS GOOD AS AN AMERICAN NAVAL AVIATOR?
YOUR WINGS AREN'T JUST
GLINTING, COMMANDER.
NOW THEY'RE POSITIVELY RUFFLING.
MAYBE I'D BETTER FLAP 'EM.
YOU'RE GOING TO FLY?
THIS MISSION'S ON
THE NAVY'S NICKEL, SIR.
WHY LET THE AIR FORCE
JOCKS HAVE ALL THE FUN?
I'M SURPRISED YOU BROUGHT HIM
DOWN HERE WITH YOU, COMMANDER.
HE DOESN'T STRIKE ME AS THE, UH,
NEGOTIATING TYPE.
HE'S A TOMCAT
PILOT AND A LAWYER.
A LETHAL COMBINATION
IN OUR NEGOTIATIONS.
TO THE CUBANS OR US?
WHERE'S THE STICK?
IT'S BUILT-IN ON AIR
FORCE PILOTS, COMMANDER.
(Tighe) HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL.
THIS IS DIPLOMATIC
FLIGHT 7 ZULU.
(Cuban controller) DIPLOMATIC
FLIGHT 7 ZULU. HAVANA APPROACH.
(Tighe) 7 ZULU REQUESTING
CLEARANCE TO LOS BANOS.
DIPLOMATIC FLIGHT 7 ZULU.
I HAVE NO AUTHORIZATION TO
CLEAR YOU INTO CUBAN AIRSPACE.
[speaking Spanish]
HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL CLAIMS
THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT US
AND ARE DENYING
LANDING CLEARANCE.
THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
THE SWISS EMBASSY FAXED ME
OUR CLEARANCE THIS MORNING.
HERE.
SIGNED BY FIDEL CASTRO.
OBVIOUSLY SOMEONE
DIDN'T PASS THE WORD ALONG.
ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO PUT
DOWN UNTIL I STRAIGHTEN THIS THING OUT.
SIR? THE SECRETARY SAYS
TO LAND AT THE NEAREST FIELD
UNTIL HE CAN
STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT.
WE CAN'T AFFORD
TO LOSE THE TIME.
I KNOW, SIR.
I'LL CONTACT MIAMI APPROACH.
THAT'S NOT THE CLOSEST
FIELD, LIEUTENANT.
YES, SIR. IT IS.
LOS BANOS IS CLOSER.
THE CUBANS JUST DENIED
US CLEARANCE, COMMANDER.
MY BIRD, LIEUTENANT.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU.
HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL.
YOU ARE ENTERING CUBAN
AIRSPACE. TURN BACK NOW.
(Harm) HAVANA APPROACH.
HAVANA APPROACH.
7 ZULU.
WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY AND REQUEST
A STRAIGHT-IN
APPROACH TO LOS BANOS.
7 ZULU. HAVANA APPROACH...
SIR, THE SECRETARY WANTS TO KNOW
WHY WE'RE NOT TURNING BACK?
HE TOLD ME TO LAND AT THE
NEAREST FIELD. IT'S IN CUBA.
HARM, HE'LL HAVE A HEART ATTACK!
(Cuban controller)
7 ZULU. I REPEAT.
WHAT IS THE NATURE
OF YOUR EMERGENCY?
HAVANA. 7 ZULU. WE HAVE
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY.
A PASSENGER'S GOING
INTO CARDIAC ARREST.
I'M OUT OF HERE.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU.
HAVANA APPROACH.
YOUR EMERGENCY
LANDING IS DENIED.
TURN BACK NOW. THIS
IS MY LAST WARNING.
THEY WILL INTERCEPT
US WITH MIGs.
IS THAT A PROBLEM, AIR FORCE?
NO, SIR. I JUST WANT
TO REMIND THE COMMANDER
HE'S NOT FLYING A TOMCAT.
WE DON'T HAVE ANY WEAPONS.
WE'LL HAVE TO OUTFLY 'EM.
YES, SIR.
(Bair) HE'S GOING TO
GET US ALL KILLED!
THEY'RE NOT GOING TO SHOOT
DOWN A DIPLOMATIC MISSION
THEY KNOW HAS CLEARANCE.
THEY DON'T KNOW!
SOMEBODY SCREWED UP!
OF COURSE, THEY KNOW.
THEY'RE STALLING TO GIVE BARKOV
AS MUCH TIME AS POSSIBLE
TO DOWNLOAD THOSE CHIPS.
AND WHAT IF YOU'RE
WRONG, COMMANDER?
THEY'LL SHOOT US DOWN.
[gasps]
HERE THEY COME.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE
GOING TO PLAY CHICKEN.
HOW'S THIS BIRD
ROLL, LIEUTENANT?
ROLL, SIR?
[Tighe screaming]
WE'RE GONNA... WE'RE GONNA DIE!
[gasping]
YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO PUKE, ARE YOU?
LOS BANOS TOWER.
THIS IS DIPLOMATIC FLIGHT 7
ZULU. ON AN EMERGENCY APPROACH.
SAY YOUR WINDS AND
ALTIMETER SETTING, PLEASE.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU,
YOU CANNOT LAND HERE.
THIS IS A MILITARY BASE!
UH, NO PROBLEM, LOS BANOS.
WE HAVE A MILITARY ESCORT.
PILOTO DE 7 ZULU.
YOUR MILITARY ESCORT
WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN
IF YOU DO NOT IMMEDIATELY
CLIMB TO 5,000 FEET.
[beeping]
WE'VE GOT 2 OF 'EM.
ONE TIGHT ON OUR SIX,
THE OTHER A THOUSAND FEET HIGH.
LOS BANOS.
DOES THIS BIRD LOOP
AS GOOD AS SHE ROLLS?
[beeping]
GEAR DOWN!
OH, VERY NICE, PILOTO.
FLAPS!
[flaps buzzing]
[plane tires screeching]
(Tighe) 2,000 FEET. 1,500 FEET.
1,000 FEET!
500 FEET! RUNNING OUT OF RUNWAY!
[plane tires screeching]
CLOSE.
SORRY ABOUT THAT.
I FORGOT WE DON'T
HAVE A TAILHOOK.
[laughing]
WE'RE HERE.
YOU TOLD THEM I WAS
HAVING A HEART ATTACK?
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY WAS THE
ONLY LEGAL WAY TO LAND IN CUBA, SIR.
INTERNATIONAL LAW
STATES THAT NO SHIP
OR AIRCRAFT IN AN EMERGENCY
CAN BE TURNED AWAY.
THEY TOOK MY BLOOD PRESSURE
AND THEY GAVE ME
A SHOT IN THE ASS!
PROBABLY AN INOCULATION, SIR.
DON'T GET SMART
WITH ME, MR. RABB,
OR YOU'LL BE PILOTING
A HARBOR TUG IN GUAM!
THE IMPORTANT
THING, MR. SECRETARY,
IS THAT WE ARE IN CUBA.
THANKS TO YOUR FAKING
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY
WHICH IS HOW I INTEND TO
WRITE IT UP IN MY REPORT.
[plane engine humming]
(Meg) WHAT IS IT, HARM?
A TOMCAT RUNNING AT GROUND IDLE.
I THOUGHT I HEARD IT EARLIER.
THE WIND MUST HAVE SHIFTED.
I DIDN'T SEE A TOMCAT
WHEN WE LANDED.
OF COURSE, I DIDN'T HAVE
MUCH TIME TO LOOK AROUND.
YEAH, IT SOUNDS CONTAINED.
IT MUST BE IN A HANGAR AT
THE OTHER END OF THE FIELD.
YOU THINK THE CUBANS ARE
MOVING IT BECAUSE WE'RE HERE?
NO, IT'S TOO RISKY.
THEY DON'T HAVE ANY PILOTS
CHECKED OUT IN TOMCATS.
THOSE TURBINES WILL OVER-TEMP
IF THEY KEEP RUNNING
AT GROUND IDLE.
MAYBE THEY'RE TRYING
TO BURN THEM OUT.
THEN, EVEN IF WE MAKE A DEAL,
THE TOMCAT WILL SIT HERE
UNTIL WE REPLACE THE ENGINES.
NO. THEY'RE RUNNING 'EM BECAUSE
THEY DON'T HAVE A COMPATIBLE A.P.U.
SPEAK ENGLISH.
AN AUXILIARY POWER UNIT.
A GENERATOR TO RUN THE TOMCAT'S
ELECTRICAL SYSTEMS
ON THE GROUND.
THEY'RE USING THE TURBINES
TO PROVIDE INTERNAL POWER.
TO RUN OUR AVIONICS.
COMPLIMENTE, PILOTO!
I NEVER KNEW A LEAR
COULD FLY LIKE THAT.
NEITHER DID I, SIR.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB WAS FLYING.
OH, SO YOU ARE THE ONE
WHO ELUDED ME, COMMANDER.
WELL, I HAD THE
ADVANTAGE OF IGNORANCE.
I WOULDN'T WANT TO TRY IT TWICE.
PLEASE DON'T.
I CAN ASSURE YOU NEXT TIME, SIR,
IT WILL BE FATAL.
CAPITAN...
FUENTE. AT YOUR SERVICE, SENOR.
ASSISTANT SECRETARY
OF STATE BAIR.
WE HAD CLEARANCE TO
LAND, CAPITAN FUENTE,
AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY IT WAS DENIED.
STORMS, SENOR SECRETARY.
(Bair) STORMS?
THE SAME ONES THAT
DISABLED YOUR TOMCAT
CUT COMMUNICATIONS
THROUGHOUT CUBA.
WE ONLY RECEIVED YOUR
CLEARANCE MOMENTS AGO.
MY APOLOGIES, SENOR.
BUT I HAVE ARRANGED FOR
ACCOMMODATIONS AT MY HACIENDA.
THERE YOU CAN FRESHEN UP,
TAKE A SIESTA AND BE
MY GUEST FOR DINNER.
THAT IS MOST GRACIOUS
OF YOU, CAPITAN.
BUT WE PREFER THE BARGAINING
TABLE TO THE DINING ONE.
YOU ARE IN CHARGE? COMMANDER...
KRENNICK.
I'M TO NEGOTIATE THE RETURN
OF UNITED STATES NAVY
PERSONNEL AND PROPERTY,
AND I WISH TO BEGIN
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
FIRST I'D LIKE TO SEE
THE... (Fuente) COMMANDER,
FORGIVE ME, BUT YOU ARE IN CUBA,
NOT THE UNITED STATES.
OUR PACE IS
MORE CIVILIZED.
AFTER DINNER WE SHALL
DISCUSS THE PERSONNEL
AND PROPERTY OF THE
UNITED STATES NAVY
WHICH FATE HAS FORTUITOUSLY
PLACED INTO OUR CUSTODY.
I INSIST UPON SEEING THE PILOT
THAT YOU'VE DETAINED IN
VIOLATION OF INTERNATIONAL LAW.
YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO
INSIST ON ANYTHING, COMMANDER.
HOWEVER,
IN DEFERENCE TO YOUR
MATERNAL INSTINCTS,
I WILL HAVE YOUR PILOTO
JOIN US FOR DINNER.
[speaking Spanish]
[guard speaking Spanish]
MATERNAL INSTINCTS?
I'LL EAT HIS LIVER.
ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE
TALE OF THE TIGER AND THE LADY?
NO.
BUT YOU CAN WHISPER IT
IN MY EAR AFTER BED CHECK.
[chuckles]
MUCHAS GRACIAS.
[speaking Spanish]
THAT'S AN ILLEGAL
CIGAR, LIEUTENANT.
I DIDN'T BUY IT, SIR.
WE'RE HERE TO NEGOTIATE.
IF WE START ACCEPTING GIFTS,
IT COULD COMPROMISE
OUR POSITION. NOW,
AS YOUR SENIOR OFFICER,
IT'S MY DUTY TO CONFISCATE IT.
KEEP YOUR GRUBBY
HANDS OFF MY CIGAR.
COME ON, MEG. YOU
WON'T APPRECIATE IT.
OH, ARE YOU SAYING
BECAUSE YOU'RE MALE,
YOU'RE GOING TO
APPRECIATE IT MORE THAN ME?
NOT BECAUSE I'M MALE.
BECAUSE I LOVE CIGARS.
WELL, YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO LOVE THIS ONE, SIR.
(Raoul) UH, SENOR.
MUCHAS GRACIAS, SENOR.
[speaking Spanish]
LOS BANOS PRODUCES
MANY FINE CIGARS HERE.
EVEN, UH, HE SMOKED THEM.
CASTRO? SI.
YOUR SON WAS QUITE BRAVE.
YES. THERE ARE
MANY BRAVE MEN HERE.
BRAVE AND WILLING.
WILLING? TO DO WHAT?
ANYTHING YOU ASK, SENOR.
CUBAN CONTRA?
OR A SECRET POLICE
SETTING US UP.
AND WHAT WAS THIS BUSINESS?
DOESN'T ANYONE
SAY CASTRO'S NAME?
NOT IN CONVERSATION.
NO, YOU JUST STROKE
YOUR CHIN INSTEAD.
KEETER!
[laughing]
HOW YOU DOIN', HARM?
YOU'RE THE PILOT?
AFRAID SO, BUDDY.
LIEUTENANT J.G. AUSTIN.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER JACK
KEETER. MY ROOMMATE AT THE ACADEMY
AND THE 2ND BEST
NAVAL AVIATOR I KNOW.
THE CAG BEING THE FIRST, SIR?
OOH. I DO LIKE A BOLD
FEMALE OFFICER, LIEUTENANT.
BOLD DIDN'T HAVE A DAMN
THING TO DO WITH IT, MEG.
I'LL TELL COMMANDER
KRENNICK YOU'RE HERE, SIR.
OOH, YOU CAN STILL
PICK 'EM, BUDDY.
HEY, SHE WAS ASSIGNED TO ME.
YEAH, RIGHT. I THOUGHT YOU
WERE A TEST PILOT AT PAX RIVER.
I AM. THE NAVY WANTED
A TOMCAT AT GITMO,
AND I WANTED TO GET OUT
OF THE COLD FOR A WEEKEND.
I SHOULD HAVE FROZE MY SIX
INSTEAD OF SCREWING THE POOCH.
IS THAT WHAT YOU DID?
YOU ASKING BUDDY OR JAG?
ME.
WHY DIDN'T YOU EJECT AND
LET YOUR TOMCAT AUGER IN?
YOU'VE PUNCHED OUT ONCE.
WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN?
WELL, NOT IF I HAD A CHOICE.
WELL, I'VE EJECTED TWICE. LAST
TIME I CRACKED SOME VERTEBRAE.
IT TOOK ME A YEAR TO GET
BACK ON FLIGHT STATUS.
I HEARD.
IT'S NOT LIKE THE BAD
GUYS DON'T HAVE F-14s.
HELL, THE IRANIANS
GOT 80 OF 'EM.
YEAH, BUT NOT WITH
STATE-OF-THE-ART AVIONICS.
THE LIGHTNING FRIED
ALL OF THE SOFTWARE.
I HOPE SO, KEETER.
I WOULDN'T BILGE YOU, HARM.
(Barkov) HERE. THIS IS WHERE
THE LIGHTNING STRUCK.
IT DAMAGED THE COMMUNICATION
AND NAVIGATION SYSTEMS.
SO YOU CAN EXTRACT
NOTHING OF VALUE?
NO. NO. QUITE THE CONTRARY.
THE ATTACK RADAR IS
ONLY SLIGHTLY DAMAGED
AND THE ELECTRONIC COUNTER-MEASURES
ARE COMPLETELY INTACT.
WELL, HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE
YOU TO COPY THE SYSTEMS?
THE TURBINES MUST BE
SHUT DOWN EVERY HOUR
FOR 30 MINUTES OR THEY BURN OUT.
BY TOMORROW NIGHT I WILL
HAVE DOWNLOADED EVERYTHING
AND HE WILL HAVE
ENOUGH IRANIAN OIL
TO SEE CUBA THROUGH
THE NEXT REVOLUTION.
EXCELENTE.
[Fidel Castro speaking
Spanish on T.V.]
(Meg) SOON WE WILL
HAVE SUFFICIENT OIL
TO FUEL OUR HOMES
AND INDUSTRIES,
OUR TRACTORS, OUR CARS.
TO CARRY THE REVOLUTION
INTO THE 21st CENTURY.
YOUR SPANISH IS EXCELLENT,
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN.
GRACIAS, CAPITAN FUENTE.
I HAVE THE FEELING,
CAPITAN FUENTE,
THAT HIS SPEECH
IS FOR OUR BENEFIT.
[laughing]
YOU HAVE BROKEN OUR
LITTLE CODE, COMMANDER.
IT'S AS OBVIOUS AS THE
MESSAGE HE'S SENDING US.
MESSAGE TO YOU?
HE'S SPEAKING TO
THE PEOPLE OF CUBA.
IN ANY CASE,
THE UNITED STATES NAVY
IS VERY GRATEFUL TO CUBA
FOR GRANTING SAFE HAVEN
TO OUR AIRCRAFT IN DISTRESS
AND WISH TO COMPENSATE YOU
FOR YOUR HUMANITARIAN ACT.
WELL, YOU SEEM TO BE WORTH
A GREAT DEAL, COMMANDER?
OR IS IT THE TOMCAT?
BOTH ARE IMPORTANT
TO US, CAPITAN.
IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO
LIFT YOUR OIL EMBARGO?
WE HAD A FINANCIAL
REWARD IN MIND.
OH.
WE HAVE OIL IN MIND.
A DECISION OF THAT MAGNITUDE
CAN ONLY BE MADE IN WASHINGTON.
AND WOULD REQUIRE
MORE TIME THAN IS ALLOTTED
FOR THIS NEGOTIATION.
WELL, WE DON'T KNOW
THAT, COMMANDER KRENNICK.
THERE IS A SECURE
PHONE IN OUR LEAR.
IF I MAY BE PERMITTED TO USE IT,
I CAN PUT IN YOUR
REQUEST IMMEDIATELY.
BY ALL MEANS, SENOR SECRETARY.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
AUSTIN, PLEASE STAY.
AS COMMANDER KRENNICK HAS SAID,
THIS SPEECH HAS BEARING
ON OUR NEGOTIATIONS
AND YOU ARE THE ONLY DELEGATE
WHO UNDERSTANDS OUR LANGUAGE,
I WOULDN'T FLASH A YELLOW.
I'D GO STRAIGHT TO
RED AROUND HERE.
[Castro continues speaking]
[clearing throat] I, UH,
I ASSUME THE COMMANDER
WAS REFERRING TO A STOPLIGHT,
AND THIS
STOPLIGHT HAS SOMETHING
TO DO WITH SEXUAL ADVANCES.
AND WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?
(Fuente) WELL, UH.
A WARNING FROM A MAN TO A WOMAN
LEFT ALONE WITH ANOTHER
MAN USUALLY DOES.
[chuckling]
IT'S PART OF OUR NAVY'S
SEXUAL SENSITIVITY TRAINING.
IT'S AN INOFFENSIVE WAY
TO SIGNAL A MALE WHEN HIS SPEECH
OR BEHAVIOR IS INAPPROPRIATE.
THE MOST POWERFUL NAVY IN
THE WORLD ACTUALLY TEACHES
THIS KINDERGARTEN
APPROACH TO SEX?
IT WORKS, SIR.
LIEUTENANT.
SOMETIMES.
AND ARE... ARE NAVY WOMEN
PERMITTED TO
SIGNAL GREEN LIGHTS?
I SUPPOSE SO.
AH.
AND WHAT WOULD I HAVE
TO DO TO GET A GREEN LIGHT,
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN?
YELLOW LIGHT, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
[laughing]
AH.
WE'RE WASTING VALUABLE
TIME, COMMANDER.
THIS DEAL'S NEVER GOING TO FLY.
HE'S RIGHT, MR. SECRETARY.
THE PRESIDENT ISN'T EVEN CLOSE
TO RE-ESTABLISHING TRADE WITH CUBA.
BUT THE IMPORTANCE OF
RETRIEVING YOUR TOMCAT
MAY BE THE IMPETUS
NECESSARY TO CHANGE HIS MIND.
EVEN IF WE GET A YES
FROM WASHINGTON,
BY THE TIME WE GET IT, IF
THOSE CHIPS ARE INTACT,
BARKOV WILL HAVE
DOWNLOADED THEM.
OH, YOU HAVE A BETTER
IDEA, COMMANDER?
NO, SIR. I THOUGHT NOT.
YOU JUST LIED TO AN
ASSISTANT SECRETARY OF STATE.
I DON'T TRUST HIM.
SO?
WHAT'S YOUR IDEA?
USE THE CONTRA TO
GET ME TO THE AIRPORT.
AND IF HE'S SECRET POLICE?
WELL, YOU'LL HAVE TO
RESCUE ME FROM PRISON.
OR GET THROWN IN THE
SAME CELL WITH YOU.
WELL, NO SENSE IN MY GOING
IF YOU'RE STAYING BEHIND.
[men chattering]
YOU KNOW WHAT
THIS REMINDS ME OF?
[laughing] BARCELONA.
[laughing]
SUMMER CRUISE. OUR SEGUNDO YEAR.
YOU AND ME STROLLED
2 MUY BONITA SENORITAS
DOWN A COLONNADE JUST LIKE THIS.
TRYING TO DITCH THEIR AUNTS.
ARE WE TRYING TO
DITCH THESE AUNTS?
I GOT TO TAKE A
LOOK AT YOUR TOMCAT.
THAT SOFTWARE'S FRIED, HARM.
THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
THEN WHY DID THE IRANIANS
HAVE A RUSSIAN COMPUTER PRO
AT THE AIRPORT?
HOW DID YOU LAND
A TOMCAT AT NIGHT
IN WEATHER WITHOUT INSTRUMENTS?
HEY, I'M A HELL OF A PILOT, BUD.
NOT EVEN GOD'S
THAT GOOD, KEETER.
I HAD MY INSTRUMENTS.
MY AVIONICS WERE OUT.
CIRCUIT BREAKERS COULD HAVE
POPPED. INTERNAL FUSES BLOWN.
OH, SO WHAT ARE YOU
SAYING? I SCREWED THE POOCH?
YEAH. I THINK YOU DID, KEETER.
BUT WHAT BOTHERS ME IS IT'S NOT
SOMETHING YOU'D DO UNINTENTIONALLY.
[crickets chirping]
YOU NEED HELP, SI?
SI.
[plane engine whirring]
[whispering] THE NEXT TIME
THEY CUT THE ENGINES,
I NEED 2 MINUTES IN THE
HANGAR WITHOUT BEING SEEN.
(Raoul) THAT FUEL
TRUCK IS EASY TO BLOW.
NO. WHAT I DO MUST
LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT.
SO MUST YOUR DIVERSION.
WELL, YOU ASK THE IMPOSSIBLE.
YOU SAID, "ANYTHING I ASKED."
I'VE GOT A BIG MOUTH.
YOU'LL BE AMPLY REWARDED.
I DO NOT DO THIS FOR MONEY.
NOR FOR THE UNITED STATES.
I DO THIS FOR UN CUBA LIBRE.
IRANIAN OIL WILL ONLY
KEEP HIM IN POWER.
MY APOLOGIES, RAOUL.
I WILL THINK OF SOMETHING.
[horse neighing]
[speaking Spanish]
WE HAVE TO SHUT DOWN AGAIN.
[plane engine shutting down]
[horse neighing]
[people chattering in Spanish]
[horse continue neighing]
[whistling]
[speaking Spanish]
[Fuente speaking Spanish]
WHAT'S GOING ON?
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB IS MISSING.
UNTIL HE IS FOUND, YOU WILL
ALL BE CONFINED IN THE CASA.
[speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
WHAT'S GOING ON?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I WAS IN MY ROOM.
WELL, WE SEARCHED YOUR
ROOM. YOU WEREN'T THERE.
YOU'RE MAKING THIS
VERY DIFFICULT, CAPTAIN.
IT IS NOTHING COMPARED
TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN
IF YOU DON'T STOP LYING!
OK.
I WASN'T IN MY ROOM.
I WAS IN LIEUTENANT
AUSTIN'S ROOM WITH HER.
EVIDENTLY YOU GIVE GREEN LIGHTS
TO SOME OFFICERS, LIEUTENANT.
I WANT TO SEE YOU BOTH NOW!
I APOLOGIZE, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
I HOPE THIS WON'T
JEOPARDIZE OUR NEGOTIATIONS.
YOUR GOVERNMENT IS
WILLING TO LIFT THE EMBARGO?
UH, WE'RE TO HAVE A
DECISION BY NOON TOMORROW.
UNTIL THEN, LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER KEETER
AND THE OTHER PILOTO WILL
BE RETURNED TO THE AIRFIELD
UNDER MILITARY CUSTODY.
THE REST OF YOU WILL
BE CONFINED TO THE CASA.
ANYONE LEAVING WILL BE SHOT.
YOU TWO WEREN'T
REALLY IN BED, WERE YOU?
WELL... NO, MA'AM.
(Krennick) WELL, WHERE
THE HELL WERE YOU?
AT THE AIRFIELD.
DOING WHAT?
WATCHING BARKOV, I
ASSUME IT WAS BARKOV,
DOWNLOAD DATA INTO A COMPUTER.
OH. YOU SEE, I TOLD YOU
WE WERE WASTING TIME.
WE? DON'T BLAME THIS
ON ME, COMMANDER.
STATE DID NOT LOSE THAT TOMCAT.
(Harm) HEY, HEY. RELAX.
THE IRANIANS AREN'T GOING
TO GET THE SOFTWARE.
I SABOTAGED THE TOMCAT.
YOU DID WHAT?
OH, GOD.
OH.
WHAT'S WRONG, MR. SECRETARY?
WHAT'S WRONG?
WHA... WHAT'S WRONG IS
THAT WE WANTED THE IRANIANS
TO GET THOSE CHIPS!
(Bair) DO YOU HAVE
ANY IDEA THE DAMAGE
YOU HAVE DONE, COMMANDER RABB?
THE DAMAGE HE'S DONE?
YOU'RE THE ZIP-LIP THAT WOULDN'T
LET US IN ON THE RULES OF THE GAME.
INSULTS ARE CHILDISH, COMMANDER.
BUT SATISFYING.
SO THE SOFTWARE IN OUR
TOMCAT IS BOGUS? OH, NO.
THOSE 5 CHIPS ARE VERY REAL.
THEN WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD
YOU WANT THE IRANIANS TO COPY THEM?
THEY'VE BUILT IN A VIRUS.
WHAT TRIGGERS IT?
THE ATTACK RADAR.
IF THEY PAINT ANY AMERICAN
AIRCRAFT OR WARSHIP,
THE VIRUS ACTIVATES AND
IT MELTS THEIR AVIONICS
BACK TO THE STONE AGE.
THAT'S BRILLIANT.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IF
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RABB
HADN'T HAVE INTERFERED.
YOU'RE NOT WITH STATE.
WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.
[grunting] WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
N.S.A!
DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? NO!
AND THE ADMIRAL DIDN'T EITHER.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER KEETER?
HE VOLUNTEERED FOR A BLACK OP.
HE DIDN'T KNOW
DETAILS UNTIL TAKE-OFF.
YOU FAKED THE LIGHTNING STRIKE?
WE SHORTED OUT THE NAV
SYSTEMS TO MAKE IT LOOK GOOD.
WE EVEN ELECTRICALLY
BURNED THE FUSELAGE.
AND IF THAT DOESN'T FOOL BARKOV?
OUR COMPUTER HAS RUN THIS
SCENARIO HUNDREDS OF TIMES.
THE BARKOV CHARACTER NEVER
TUMBLED THROUGH OUR GAME.
HOW MANY TIMES DID YOUR
COMPUTER CREATE A SCENARIO
WHERE THE RABB CHARACTER
BLEW UP THE TOMCAT?
[sighing]
HOW DID YOU SABOTAGE IT?
WITH A NAVY ISSUE 34-INCH
BRASS-TIPPED CINCH.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
MY BELT.
I STRAPPED IT INSIDE
AN ENGINE INTAKE.
ANY TURBINE STRONG
ENOUGH TO SUCK IN A MAN
SHOULD TEAR LOOSE A BELT.
ALL RIGHT. SO IT EATS
A BELT? SO WHAT?
SO GOODBYE TOMCAT.
THE BUCKLE WILL SHATTER
THE IMPELLER BLADES
WHICH WILL SPIN LIKE
SHRAPNEL INTO THE FUEL TANKS,
DETONATING THEM.
(Krennick) LIKE I SAID,
"GOODBYE, TOMCAT."
WE HAVEN'T HEARD AN EXPLOSION.
THEY'RE STILL LETTING
THE TURBINES COOL DOWN.
SO YOU CAN STILL STOP IT!
YOU STOP IT, AGENT BAIR.
I'M GOING TO SMOKE A CIGAR
AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS.
YOU SAW BARKOV
DOWNLOADING THOSE CHIPS.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
THE VIRUS IS IN THE LAST CHIP.
HEY, THAT'S YOUR PROB...
THAT'S RIGHT, COMMANDER.
THAT TOMCAT BLOWS
BEFORE BARKOV DOWNLOADS
THE LAST CHIP, HE'LL
HAVE OUR SOFTWARE
BUT NOT THE VIRUS!
[man speaking Spanish]
[plane engine starting]
START IT UP!
ONE MORE CHIP TO GO.
[laughing]
[Castro chattering on T.V.]
(Harm) CAPTAIN FUENTE?
I'D LIKE A WORD WITH YOU, SIR.
MAY I?
PLEASE.
(Harm) WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY
COULD GET ME COURT-MARTIALED
AND IMPRISONED AS A TRAITOR.
I LIED TO YOU ABOUT BEING WITH
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN IN HER BEDROOM.
I WAS AT THE AIRFIELD,
SABOTAGING OUR TOMCAT.
THE SOFTWARE SYSTEM
ALEXI BARKOV IS DOWNLOADING
FOR THE IRANIANS IS PHONY.
SECRETARY BAIR, WHO'S
WITH N.S.A, NOT STATE,
WAS RUNNING THE STING
WITHOUT THE NAVY'S KNOWLEDGE
AND, THEREFORE,
WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE.
SO,
THINKING THAT VALUABLE SOFTWARE
WAS GOING TO FALL INTO
THE HANDS OF THE IRANIANS,
I PUT A BOMB IN THE TOMCAT.
ARE YOU WITH ME SO FAR?
I THINK SO.
THEN YOU SEE WHY IT'S IN
CUBA'S INTEREST TO HELP ME.
NO.
THE PRESIDENT WILL
NEVER LIFT THE OIL EMBARGO
IN AN ELECTION YEAR, TOO
MANY ANTI-CASTRO VOTES IN MIAMI.
SO CUBA'S GOING TO HAVE
TO GET THE OIL FROM IRAN
IN EXCHANGE FOR THE
SOFTWARE IN OUR TOMCAT.
WHICH IS PHONY.
THE IRANIANS DON'T KNOW THAT,
AND IF YOU DON'T
TELL THEM, WHO WILL?
HELP ME, CAPTAIN,
AND WE BOTH WIN.
TURN ME IN, IRAN WINS.
HOW WOULD YOU DISARM THE
BOMB WITHOUT BARKOV KNOWING?
THE SAME WAY I PUT IT
THERE. WITH A DIVERSION.
I WANT YOU TO BLOW
THE AIRFIELD FUEL TRUCK.
BLOW THE FUEL TRUCK?
IT GIVES ME THE DIVERSION I NEED
AND THE ADDED ILLUSION
THAT I'M TRYING TO DESTROY
THE TOMCAT TO PREVENT
THE THEFT OF THE SOFTWARE.
OF COURSE, I'LL HAVE TO
ESCAPE IN THE LEAR JET
WITH LIEUTENANT COMMANDER KEETER
TO COMPLETE THE CHARADE.
YOU REALIZE I WILL
HAVE TO GIVE CHASE.
I UNDERSTAND.
I SEE ONLY ONE FLAW,
COMMANDER RABB.
WHAT'S THAT?
THIS COULD ALL BE
AN ELABORATE PLAN
TO PUT A BOMB IN YOUR TOMCAT.
IT COULD. BUT IT ISN'T.
I WOULD LIKE MORE
THAN YOUR WORD.
THAT'S ALL I CAN GIVE
YOU, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
THE WORD OF ONE NAVAL
AVIATOR TO ANOTHER.
[plane engine whirring]
[people shouting]
OH, GOD!
(Bair) I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
[men shouting]
[siren wailing]
HE BLEW THE DAMN THING UP!
DID HE?
(Bair) WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
LIGHT 'EM UP! YOU GOT IT.
[engine revving]
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU. WHY
ARE YOU STARTING YOUR ENGINES?
7 ZULU, YOU DO NOT
HAVE CLEARANCE TO TAXI!
[men speaking Spanish]
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU. YOU DO
NOT HAVE CLEARANCE TO TAKE OFF!
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING,
HARM? YOU'RE FLYING SOUTH!
FLORIDA'S THAT WAY.
THEY'D CATCH US OVER THE WATER
BEFORE WE WERE HALF WAY THERE.
WE'RE HEADING SOUTH.
12-13 MINUTES WE'LL BE OUT
OF THE CUBAN AIR SPACE.
AND 30 AFTER THAT WE'LL BE IN...
[laughing] THE CAYMAN ISLANDS!
[laughing]
THIS MAY TURN OUT TO BE A
DECENT WEEKEND AFTER ALL.
(Fuente) HAVANA CONTROL.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
WE HAVE A LEAR JET
FLEEING TO FLORIDA.
CAN YOU ASSIST? OVER.
(Cuban controller) GUARDIO
DE LOS BANOS. HAVANA.
I HAVE NO UNIDENTIFIED TARGETS
BETWEEN YOU AND
LA FLORIDA. OVER.
(Fuente) HAVANA. LOS BANOS.
HE MUST BE FLYING
LOW IN THE MOUNTAINS.
WE'LL PICK HIM, UM,
WHEN HE MAKES A RUN FOR IT
OVER THE WATER. LOS BANOS. OUT.
HAVANA. LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
DO YOU HAVE ANY TARGETS
SOUTH OF LOS BANOS? OVER.
LOS BANOS. HAVANA.
WE HAVE AN UNIDENTIFIED AIRCRAFT
NEAR THE ISLE OF PINES. OVER.
(Harm) HOW COULD YOU FORGET HER?
I DIDN'T FORGET HER.
I FORGOT HER NAME.
MARIA ELENA CARMELITA
MORENO GUTIERREZ.
HOW THE HELL DID YOU REMEMBER?
MY FIRST TOUR ON THE SEAHAWK
WE TOOK LIBERTY IN BARCELONA.
YOU TOOK OUT MY GIRL?
YOUR GIRL? YOU DON'T
REMEMBER HER NAME.
HELL, THAT'S NOT THE
POINT. YOU DON'T BILGE
YOUR CLASSMATE BY DATING
HIS SEGUNDO CRUISE GIRL.
[laughing]
(Fuente) 7 ZULU. THIS IS
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
TURN BACK AT ONCE
OR BE SHOT DOWN.
4 MORE MINUTES AND WE
CLEAR CUBAN AIR SPACE.
YOU THINK HE'S ON TO US? NAH.
HE'S SEARCHING FOR US
BETWEEN HAVANA AND KEY WEST.
(Fuente) LEAR JET.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.
TURN NORTH IMMEDIATELY.
NORTH!
DAMN IT, HARM! HE SAID
NORTH! HE'S ON OUR SIX!
(Fuente) LEAR JET, YOU
HAVE 10 SECONDS TO COMPLY.
9, 8,
7,
6,
5,
4,
3,
2,
1.
ADIOS, AMIGOS.
HANG ON, KEETER!
HELP, KEETER! HELP
ME PULL HER OUT!
COME ON, BABY, PULL OUT!
WE JUST EXITED CUBAN AIR SPACE.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS. 7 ZULU.
WE'VE JUST EXITED
CUBAN AIR SPACE
AND ARE MAKING CONTACT
WITH GRAND CAYMAN APPROACH.
THANKS FOR THE ESCORT.
7 ZULU. LOS BANOS.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
AND HAVE A NICE DAY!
[laughing]
YOU'RE BACK.
WH... WHERE'S MEG?
I DROPPED HER OFF AT HER
PLACE AND DECIDED TO COME HERE.
I NEED A HOT BATH,
A GOOD BREAKFAST,
AND A LONG WEEKEND IN BED.
YOU UP TO IT?
[shower running]
THERE'S A WOMAN IN YOUR SHOWER.
UH, COMMANDER,
I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET
MARIA ELENA CARMELITA MORENO...
GUTIERREZ.
APPROACH, TOMCAT 194.
DO YOU READ? OVER.
(ATC) 94. GITMO CONTROL. OVER.
(Keeter) GITMO. 94. I'VE
GOT A LIGHTNING STRIKE.
MY N.S., G.P.S. AND
MY TACAN ARE OUT.
COULD YOU GIVE
ME A VECTOR? OVER.
(ATC) 94.
I HAVE YOU 18 NAUTICAL
MILES NORTHEAST OF GITMO.
TAKE A HEADING OF 230. OVER.
(Keeter) 94, GITMO. SAY AGAIN.
YOU'RE BREAKING UP. OVER.
(ATC) FLY 2... 0...
230.
[thunder clapping]
(ATC) 94. GITMO.
94. ARE YOU READING GITMO?
[thunder clapping]
HE PROBABLY LOST HIS RADIO, TOO.
KEEP TRYING.
CAPTAIN BOGGS, SIR.
THAT TOMCAT FERRYIN'
IN FROM PAX RIVER
JUST SUFFERED A LIGHTNING
STRIKE AND LOST ALL NAV
AND RADIO COMMUNICATIONS.
HE'S WANDERING INTO CUBA, SIR.
HE'S GOT COMPANY!
(Fuente) HEY, TOMCAT, YOU
ARE VIOLATING CUBAN AIR SPACE.
DROP YOUR LANDING
GEAR AND FOLLOW ME,
OR WE WILL ENGAGE.
[beeping]
(Fuente) NOW, PILOTO.
MUCHAS GRACIAS, PILOTO.
A WISE DECISION.
[beeping]
HE'S GONE, SIR.
[thunder rumbling]
[knocking on door]
IT'S OPEN.
THANK GOD. NO MODEL AIRPLANES.
THEY'RE IN THE BEDROOM.
(Krennick) ARE YOU ANAL, OR IS
THERE AN EPICUREAN REASON
FOR SEPARATING THOSE EGGS?
IT MAKES A FLUFFIER OMELET.
A LITTLE TRICK YOUR MOTHER
TAUGHT YOU? A MARINE COLONEL.
IF THAT'S A JOKE,
I DON'T GET IT.
NO JOKE, COMMANDER.
AM I IN UNIFORM?
NOT EXACTLY.
THEN IT'S ALLISON.
I'M FAMISHED. IS
THERE ENOUGH FOR 2?
NOT IF YOU'RE FAMISHED. WHAT
DO YOU WANT, COMMANDER?
TO WARN YOU.
EVER HEAR OF AN
ADMIRAL CHEGWIDDEN?
YEAH. HE HEADS
JAG IN THE PACIFIC.
STARTING MONDAY,
HE HEADS JAG, PERIOD.
HE'S OUR NEW C.O.
AND VERY AMBITIOUS.
HE WANTS TO BE THE NEXT
CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS.
IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN. NAVY'S NOT
GOING TO MAKE A LAWYER TOP DOG.
WHY NOT?
C.N.O.s ARE JOHN
PAUL JONES TYPES.
CRUSTY OLD SEA DOGS
WITH 30 YEARS OF SPRAY IN
THEIR FACE. NOT LAWYERS.
OH, BUT CHEGWIDDEN
STARTED AS A SEAL IN VIETNAM.
TRANSFERRED TO THE FLEET
WHERE HE COMMANDED A DESTROYER
BEFORE GETTING A LAW
DEGREE AND JOINING JAG.
HE'S BROKEN EVERY
RULE OF ADVANCEMENT.
GONE FROM ONE BRANCH
OF THE NAVY TO THE NEXT
AND SURFED THE
CREST OF THEM ALL.
THE MAN'S A GENIUS
AT CHANGING HORSES
IN MIDSTREAM AND JUMPIN'
ON THE FASTER HORSE.
SOUNDS LIKE HE SHOULD
BE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.
FIRST THINGS FIRST.
WHAT'S THE WARNING, COMMANDER?
[sighs]
THE ADMIRAL HAS AN
AIDE WHO'S A KILLER.
YOU'RE THE RISING
YOUNG STAR IN JAG
AND THAT'S A THREAT
TO HER AMBITIONS.
HER AMBITIONS?
I'M THE ADMIRAL'S AIDE.
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO
WORRY ABOUT, COMMANDER.
I'M NOT THAT GOOD OR AMBITIOUS.
THE HELL YOU'RE NOT.
IT'S ONE OF THE REASONS
WHY I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU.
[laughing]
[laughs]
NOW, ISN'T THIS WHERE THE NAVY EXPECTS
ME TO SAY "YELLOW LIGHT," COMMANDER?
ONLY IF YOU'RE FEELING
SEXUALLY AROUSED.
[chuckles]
WELL, I'M FEELING
SOMETHING SEXUAL.
GOOD.
ONE MORE WARNING.
WHATEVER OUR
PRIVATE RELATIONSHIP,
AS LONG AS YOU SERVE UNDER ME,
YOU'LL HAVE A TOUGH TIME
EARNIN' A SEA SCOUT BADGE.
WELL, I WOULDN'T HAVE
IT ANY OTHER WAY, MA'AM.
I KNOW.
NOW,
DO I GET SOME BREAKFAST,
OR PEDDLE TO THE NEAREST DINER?
(Chegwidden) AT EASE, MR. RABB.
YOUR RECORD HERE READS LIKE
A CROSS BETWEEN TOP
GUN AND A FEW GOOD MEN.
SORRY ABOUT THAT, SIR.
I'M NOT.
THE NAVY NEEDS HEROES.
NOW MORE THAN EVER.
PILLORIED IN THE PRESS
BY A LIBERAL MEDIA,
UNDERFUNDED BY AN
ELECTION DRIVEN CONGRESS
AND SHOOTIN'
OURSELVES IN THE FOOT
EVERY TIME A SAILOR GETS HORNY.
YES, SIR.
NOW,
IF I REPEATED THOSE
WORDS TO THE PRESS,
THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY
WOULD DEMAND MY RESIGNATION.
FOR WHILE MY WORDS ARE AS TRUE
AS THE BLUE ICE IN THE ARCTIC,
THEY'RE POLITICALLY INCORRECT.
AND TODAY'S NAVY,
MR. RABB, SAILS ON THE SEA
OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS.
YES, SIR.
YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS, COMMANDER?
ADMIRAL ARLEIGH BURKE.
(Chegwidden) 31-KNOT BURKE.
BULL HALSEY CALLED HIM THAT AFTER
HE CHARGED DESTROYERS FULL SPEED
INTO A JAPANESE
BATTLE FLEET IN THE DARK.
OUTGUNNED AND OUTNUMBERED,
HE SENT THEM RUNNIN'.
TURNED THE TIDE OF
THE WAR OF THE PACIFIC.
10 YEARS LATER,
PRESIDENT EISENHOWER
PROMOTED HIM OVER
92 SENIOR OFFICERS
TO BECOME CHIEF OF
NAVAL OPERATIONS.
(Chegwidden) WHY?
BECAUSE HE WAS AGGRESSIVE,
AND THAT'S WHAT WE'RE GOING TO BE.
WHILE THE REST OF THE NAVY
RIDES OUT THIS MEDIA STORM
IN PORT, WE'RE GOING TO ATTACK.
THE MEDIA, SIR?
SINCE YOU HAVE
THE HOT HAND IN JAG,
I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE HOT
INVESTIGATIONS. I EXPECT RESULTS
AND HEADLINES.
POSITIVE HEADLINES.
CAN YOU HANDLE THAT, MR. RABB?
I'LL DO MY BEST, SIR.
IF YOU CAN'T, I'LL
DROP YOU IN MY WAKE
FASTER THAN MY GARBAGE.
UNDERSTOOD, ADMIRAL.
GOOD.
COMMANDER KRENNICK. SIR.
AT 23:50 HOURS LAST NIGHT,
A TOMCAT FERRYING FROM
PAX RIVER TO GUANTANAMO BAY
LOST COMMUNICATIONS
AFTER BEING HIT BY LIGHTNING.
IT OVERFLEW CUBA, WHERE IT WAS
FORCED DOWN AND CAPTURED INTACT.
IT'S A "D" MODEL
WITH OUR LATEST ATTACK
RADAR AND E.C.M. SYSTEMS.
A COMPUTER EXPERT CAN DOWNLOAD
THAT SOFTWARE IN LESS THAN A DAY.
SO WE NEED A LEGAL POSITION TO
JUSTIFY DESTROYING THE TOMCAT?
WE'RE NOT GOING TO
DESTROY THE TOMCAT, MR. RABB.
NO SEAL STRIKE TEAM,
NO CRUISE MISSILES,
NO LASER BOMBS.
WE'RE GOING TO TALK IT BACK.
THE CUBANS OFFERED TO OPEN
NEGOTIATIONS AND STATE ACCEPTED.
WELL, BY THE TIME WE SHAKE
HANDS, THAT SOFTWARE WILL BE GONE.
IT'S NOT OUR CALL. BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN
WE CAN'T USE OUR INITIATIVE, MR. RABB.
COMMANDER KRENNICK AND SOME SLUG
FROM STATE WILL
HANDLE THE NEGOTIATIONS
WHILE YOU FIND OUT IF
THAT SOFTWARE IS INTACT.
AND IF IT IS, SIR?
DESTROY IT, MR. RABB.
WILL DO, SIR.
DISMISSED.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
[door closing]
COMMANDER KRENNICK?
ADMIRAL?
YOU'RE NOT CARRYING A GRUDGE
AGAINST LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RABB
BECAUSE HE BEAT YOU
IN NAPLES, ARE YOU?
FAR FROM IT, SIR.
I THINK HE'S JUST THE
CHALLENGE I NEEDED.
[door closing]
(Meg) 5 CHIPS!
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO
IS DOWNLOAD 5 CHIPS
AND THEY'LL HAVE WHAT
MAKES THE TOMCAT SO LETHAL.
THE PILOT?
YOUR WINGS ARE
GLINTING, COMMANDER.
I'M JUST POINTING OUT THAT
THERE'S MORE TO COMBAT FLYING
THAN COMPUTER SYSTEMS.
I KNOW THAT, SIR.
BUT THOSE 5 CHIPS GIVE
THE TOMCAT A BIG EDGE.
AN EDGE THAT THE
IRANIANS WILL, UH,
TRADE A LOT OF OIL FOR.
THAT'S RIGHT. THEY'VE GOT F-14s
WE SOLD TO THE SHAH.
THEY HAVEN'T BEEN
MAINTAINED, COMMANDER.
THEY'RE A BIGGER THREAT
TO THEIR PILOTS THAN ANYONE.
NOT TRUE.
THE IRANIANS HAVE HIRED, UH,
RUSSIAN TECHNICIANS
TO RECONDITION THEM.
AND 30 MINUTES AGO, ONE OF
THOSE TECHNO-MERCENARIES,
AN AVIONICS EXPERT BY
THE NAME OF ALEXI BARKOV
LANDED IN HAVANA.
WHY IS CASTRO WILLING
TO NEGOTIATE WITH US
IF HE'S MADE A DEAL
WITH THE IRANIANS?
THEY PROBABLY FIGURE
WE'LL NEVER KNOW BARKOV
DOWNLOADED THE DATA.
YEAH. UNTIL WE'RE UP
AGAINST IRANIAN F-14s
AS GOOD AS OURS.
THEY'LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS
OURS UNLESS WE'RE FLYING THEM.
THE RUSSIAN'S ARE TRAINING
THEIR PILOTS, TOO, COMMANDER.
AND YOU BELIEVE THAT WILL MAKE THEM
AS GOOD AS AN AMERICAN NAVAL AVIATOR?
YOUR WINGS AREN'T JUST
GLINTING, COMMANDER.
NOW THEY'RE POSITIVELY RUFFLING.
MAYBE I'D BETTER FLAP 'EM.
YOU'RE GOING TO FLY?
THIS MISSION'S ON
THE NAVY'S NICKEL, SIR.
WHY LET THE AIR FORCE
JOCKS HAVE ALL THE FUN?
I'M SURPRISED YOU BROUGHT HIM
DOWN HERE WITH YOU, COMMANDER.
HE DOESN'T STRIKE ME AS THE, UH,
NEGOTIATING TYPE.
HE'S A TOMCAT
PILOT AND A LAWYER.
A LETHAL COMBINATION
IN OUR NEGOTIATIONS.
TO THE CUBANS OR US?
WHERE'S THE STICK?
IT'S BUILT-IN ON AIR
FORCE PILOTS, COMMANDER.
(Tighe) HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL.
THIS IS DIPLOMATIC
FLIGHT 7 ZULU.
(Cuban controller) DIPLOMATIC
FLIGHT 7 ZULU. HAVANA APPROACH.
(Tighe) 7 ZULU REQUESTING
CLEARANCE TO LOS BANOS.
DIPLOMATIC FLIGHT 7 ZULU.
I HAVE NO AUTHORIZATION TO
CLEAR YOU INTO CUBAN AIRSPACE.
[speaking Spanish]
HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL CLAIMS
THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT US
AND ARE DENYING
LANDING CLEARANCE.
THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
THE SWISS EMBASSY FAXED ME
OUR CLEARANCE THIS MORNING.
HERE.
SIGNED BY FIDEL CASTRO.
OBVIOUSLY SOMEONE
DIDN'T PASS THE WORD ALONG.
ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO PUT
DOWN UNTIL I STRAIGHTEN THIS THING OUT.
SIR? THE SECRETARY SAYS
TO LAND AT THE NEAREST FIELD
UNTIL HE CAN
STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT.
WE CAN'T AFFORD
TO LOSE THE TIME.
I KNOW, SIR.
I'LL CONTACT MIAMI APPROACH.
THAT'S NOT THE CLOSEST
FIELD, LIEUTENANT.
YES, SIR. IT IS.
LOS BANOS IS CLOSER.
THE CUBANS JUST DENIED
US CLEARANCE, COMMANDER.
MY BIRD, LIEUTENANT.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU.
HAVANA APPROACH CONTROL.
YOU ARE ENTERING CUBAN
AIRSPACE. TURN BACK NOW.
(Harm) HAVANA APPROACH.
HAVANA APPROACH.
7 ZULU.
WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY AND REQUEST
A STRAIGHT-IN
APPROACH TO LOS BANOS.
7 ZULU. HAVANA APPROACH...
SIR, THE SECRETARY WANTS TO KNOW
WHY WE'RE NOT TURNING BACK?
HE TOLD ME TO LAND AT THE
NEAREST FIELD. IT'S IN CUBA.
HARM, HE'LL HAVE A HEART ATTACK!
(Cuban controller)
7 ZULU. I REPEAT.
WHAT IS THE NATURE
OF YOUR EMERGENCY?
HAVANA. 7 ZULU. WE HAVE
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY.
A PASSENGER'S GOING
INTO CARDIAC ARREST.
I'M OUT OF HERE.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU.
HAVANA APPROACH.
YOUR EMERGENCY
LANDING IS DENIED.
TURN BACK NOW. THIS
IS MY LAST WARNING.
THEY WILL INTERCEPT
US WITH MIGs.
IS THAT A PROBLEM, AIR FORCE?
NO, SIR. I JUST WANT
TO REMIND THE COMMANDER
HE'S NOT FLYING A TOMCAT.
WE DON'T HAVE ANY WEAPONS.
WE'LL HAVE TO OUTFLY 'EM.
YES, SIR.
(Bair) HE'S GOING TO
GET US ALL KILLED!
THEY'RE NOT GOING TO SHOOT
DOWN A DIPLOMATIC MISSION
THEY KNOW HAS CLEARANCE.
THEY DON'T KNOW!
SOMEBODY SCREWED UP!
OF COURSE, THEY KNOW.
THEY'RE STALLING TO GIVE BARKOV
AS MUCH TIME AS POSSIBLE
TO DOWNLOAD THOSE CHIPS.
AND WHAT IF YOU'RE
WRONG, COMMANDER?
THEY'LL SHOOT US DOWN.
[gasps]
HERE THEY COME.
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE
GOING TO PLAY CHICKEN.
HOW'S THIS BIRD
ROLL, LIEUTENANT?
ROLL, SIR?
[Tighe screaming]
WE'RE GONNA... WE'RE GONNA DIE!
[gasping]
YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO PUKE, ARE YOU?
LOS BANOS TOWER.
THIS IS DIPLOMATIC FLIGHT 7
ZULU. ON AN EMERGENCY APPROACH.
SAY YOUR WINDS AND
ALTIMETER SETTING, PLEASE.
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU,
YOU CANNOT LAND HERE.
THIS IS A MILITARY BASE!
UH, NO PROBLEM, LOS BANOS.
WE HAVE A MILITARY ESCORT.
PILOTO DE 7 ZULU.
YOUR MILITARY ESCORT
WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN
IF YOU DO NOT IMMEDIATELY
CLIMB TO 5,000 FEET.
[beeping]
WE'VE GOT 2 OF 'EM.
ONE TIGHT ON OUR SIX,
THE OTHER A THOUSAND FEET HIGH.
LOS BANOS.
DOES THIS BIRD LOOP
AS GOOD AS SHE ROLLS?
[beeping]
GEAR DOWN!
OH, VERY NICE, PILOTO.
FLAPS!
[flaps buzzing]
[plane tires screeching]
(Tighe) 2,000 FEET. 1,500 FEET.
1,000 FEET!
500 FEET! RUNNING OUT OF RUNWAY!
[plane tires screeching]
CLOSE.
SORRY ABOUT THAT.
I FORGOT WE DON'T
HAVE A TAILHOOK.
[laughing]
WE'RE HERE.
YOU TOLD THEM I WAS
HAVING A HEART ATTACK?
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY WAS THE
ONLY LEGAL WAY TO LAND IN CUBA, SIR.
INTERNATIONAL LAW
STATES THAT NO SHIP
OR AIRCRAFT IN AN EMERGENCY
CAN BE TURNED AWAY.
THEY TOOK MY BLOOD PRESSURE
AND THEY GAVE ME
A SHOT IN THE ASS!
PROBABLY AN INOCULATION, SIR.
DON'T GET SMART
WITH ME, MR. RABB,
OR YOU'LL BE PILOTING
A HARBOR TUG IN GUAM!
THE IMPORTANT
THING, MR. SECRETARY,
IS THAT WE ARE IN CUBA.
THANKS TO YOUR FAKING
A MEDICAL EMERGENCY
WHICH IS HOW I INTEND TO
WRITE IT UP IN MY REPORT.
[plane engine humming]
(Meg) WHAT IS IT, HARM?
A TOMCAT RUNNING AT GROUND IDLE.
I THOUGHT I HEARD IT EARLIER.
THE WIND MUST HAVE SHIFTED.
I DIDN'T SEE A TOMCAT
WHEN WE LANDED.
OF COURSE, I DIDN'T HAVE
MUCH TIME TO LOOK AROUND.
YEAH, IT SOUNDS CONTAINED.
IT MUST BE IN A HANGAR AT
THE OTHER END OF THE FIELD.
YOU THINK THE CUBANS ARE
MOVING IT BECAUSE WE'RE HERE?
NO, IT'S TOO RISKY.
THEY DON'T HAVE ANY PILOTS
CHECKED OUT IN TOMCATS.
THOSE TURBINES WILL OVER-TEMP
IF THEY KEEP RUNNING
AT GROUND IDLE.
MAYBE THEY'RE TRYING
TO BURN THEM OUT.
THEN, EVEN IF WE MAKE A DEAL,
THE TOMCAT WILL SIT HERE
UNTIL WE REPLACE THE ENGINES.
NO. THEY'RE RUNNING 'EM BECAUSE
THEY DON'T HAVE A COMPATIBLE A.P.U.
SPEAK ENGLISH.
AN AUXILIARY POWER UNIT.
A GENERATOR TO RUN THE TOMCAT'S
ELECTRICAL SYSTEMS
ON THE GROUND.
THEY'RE USING THE TURBINES
TO PROVIDE INTERNAL POWER.
TO RUN OUR AVIONICS.
COMPLIMENTE, PILOTO!
I NEVER KNEW A LEAR
COULD FLY LIKE THAT.
NEITHER DID I, SIR.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB WAS FLYING.
OH, SO YOU ARE THE ONE
WHO ELUDED ME, COMMANDER.
WELL, I HAD THE
ADVANTAGE OF IGNORANCE.
I WOULDN'T WANT TO TRY IT TWICE.
PLEASE DON'T.
I CAN ASSURE YOU NEXT TIME, SIR,
IT WILL BE FATAL.
CAPITAN...
FUENTE. AT YOUR SERVICE, SENOR.
ASSISTANT SECRETARY
OF STATE BAIR.
WE HAD CLEARANCE TO
LAND, CAPITAN FUENTE,
AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY IT WAS DENIED.
STORMS, SENOR SECRETARY.
(Bair) STORMS?
THE SAME ONES THAT
DISABLED YOUR TOMCAT
CUT COMMUNICATIONS
THROUGHOUT CUBA.
WE ONLY RECEIVED YOUR
CLEARANCE MOMENTS AGO.
MY APOLOGIES, SENOR.
BUT I HAVE ARRANGED FOR
ACCOMMODATIONS AT MY HACIENDA.
THERE YOU CAN FRESHEN UP,
TAKE A SIESTA AND BE
MY GUEST FOR DINNER.
THAT IS MOST GRACIOUS
OF YOU, CAPITAN.
BUT WE PREFER THE BARGAINING
TABLE TO THE DINING ONE.
YOU ARE IN CHARGE? COMMANDER...
KRENNICK.
I'M TO NEGOTIATE THE RETURN
OF UNITED STATES NAVY
PERSONNEL AND PROPERTY,
AND I WISH TO BEGIN
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
FIRST I'D LIKE TO SEE
THE... (Fuente) COMMANDER,
FORGIVE ME, BUT YOU ARE IN CUBA,
NOT THE UNITED STATES.
OUR PACE IS
MORE CIVILIZED.
AFTER DINNER WE SHALL
DISCUSS THE PERSONNEL
AND PROPERTY OF THE
UNITED STATES NAVY
WHICH FATE HAS FORTUITOUSLY
PLACED INTO OUR CUSTODY.
I INSIST UPON SEEING THE PILOT
THAT YOU'VE DETAINED IN
VIOLATION OF INTERNATIONAL LAW.
YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO
INSIST ON ANYTHING, COMMANDER.
HOWEVER,
IN DEFERENCE TO YOUR
MATERNAL INSTINCTS,
I WILL HAVE YOUR PILOTO
JOIN US FOR DINNER.
[speaking Spanish]
[guard speaking Spanish]
MATERNAL INSTINCTS?
I'LL EAT HIS LIVER.
ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE
TALE OF THE TIGER AND THE LADY?
NO.
BUT YOU CAN WHISPER IT
IN MY EAR AFTER BED CHECK.
[chuckles]
MUCHAS GRACIAS.
[speaking Spanish]
THAT'S AN ILLEGAL
CIGAR, LIEUTENANT.
I DIDN'T BUY IT, SIR.
WE'RE HERE TO NEGOTIATE.
IF WE START ACCEPTING GIFTS,
IT COULD COMPROMISE
OUR POSITION. NOW,
AS YOUR SENIOR OFFICER,
IT'S MY DUTY TO CONFISCATE IT.
KEEP YOUR GRUBBY
HANDS OFF MY CIGAR.
COME ON, MEG. YOU
WON'T APPRECIATE IT.
OH, ARE YOU SAYING
BECAUSE YOU'RE MALE,
YOU'RE GOING TO
APPRECIATE IT MORE THAN ME?
NOT BECAUSE I'M MALE.
BECAUSE I LOVE CIGARS.
WELL, YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO LOVE THIS ONE, SIR.
(Raoul) UH, SENOR.
MUCHAS GRACIAS, SENOR.
[speaking Spanish]
LOS BANOS PRODUCES
MANY FINE CIGARS HERE.
EVEN, UH, HE SMOKED THEM.
CASTRO? SI.
YOUR SON WAS QUITE BRAVE.
YES. THERE ARE
MANY BRAVE MEN HERE.
BRAVE AND WILLING.
WILLING? TO DO WHAT?
ANYTHING YOU ASK, SENOR.
CUBAN CONTRA?
OR A SECRET POLICE
SETTING US UP.
AND WHAT WAS THIS BUSINESS?
DOESN'T ANYONE
SAY CASTRO'S NAME?
NOT IN CONVERSATION.
NO, YOU JUST STROKE
YOUR CHIN INSTEAD.
KEETER!
[laughing]
HOW YOU DOIN', HARM?
YOU'RE THE PILOT?
AFRAID SO, BUDDY.
LIEUTENANT J.G. AUSTIN.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER JACK
KEETER. MY ROOMMATE AT THE ACADEMY
AND THE 2ND BEST
NAVAL AVIATOR I KNOW.
THE CAG BEING THE FIRST, SIR?
OOH. I DO LIKE A BOLD
FEMALE OFFICER, LIEUTENANT.
BOLD DIDN'T HAVE A DAMN
THING TO DO WITH IT, MEG.
I'LL TELL COMMANDER
KRENNICK YOU'RE HERE, SIR.
OOH, YOU CAN STILL
PICK 'EM, BUDDY.
HEY, SHE WAS ASSIGNED TO ME.
YEAH, RIGHT. I THOUGHT YOU
WERE A TEST PILOT AT PAX RIVER.
I AM. THE NAVY WANTED
A TOMCAT AT GITMO,
AND I WANTED TO GET OUT
OF THE COLD FOR A WEEKEND.
I SHOULD HAVE FROZE MY SIX
INSTEAD OF SCREWING THE POOCH.
IS THAT WHAT YOU DID?
YOU ASKING BUDDY OR JAG?
ME.
WHY DIDN'T YOU EJECT AND
LET YOUR TOMCAT AUGER IN?
YOU'VE PUNCHED OUT ONCE.
WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN?
WELL, NOT IF I HAD A CHOICE.
WELL, I'VE EJECTED TWICE. LAST
TIME I CRACKED SOME VERTEBRAE.
IT TOOK ME A YEAR TO GET
BACK ON FLIGHT STATUS.
I HEARD.
IT'S NOT LIKE THE BAD
GUYS DON'T HAVE F-14s.
HELL, THE IRANIANS
GOT 80 OF 'EM.
YEAH, BUT NOT WITH
STATE-OF-THE-ART AVIONICS.
THE LIGHTNING FRIED
ALL OF THE SOFTWARE.
I HOPE SO, KEETER.
I WOULDN'T BILGE YOU, HARM.
(Barkov) HERE. THIS IS WHERE
THE LIGHTNING STRUCK.
IT DAMAGED THE COMMUNICATION
AND NAVIGATION SYSTEMS.
SO YOU CAN EXTRACT
NOTHING OF VALUE?
NO. NO. QUITE THE CONTRARY.
THE ATTACK RADAR IS
ONLY SLIGHTLY DAMAGED
AND THE ELECTRONIC COUNTER-MEASURES
ARE COMPLETELY INTACT.
WELL, HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE
YOU TO COPY THE SYSTEMS?
THE TURBINES MUST BE
SHUT DOWN EVERY HOUR
FOR 30 MINUTES OR THEY BURN OUT.
BY TOMORROW NIGHT I WILL
HAVE DOWNLOADED EVERYTHING
AND HE WILL HAVE
ENOUGH IRANIAN OIL
TO SEE CUBA THROUGH
THE NEXT REVOLUTION.
EXCELENTE.
[Fidel Castro speaking
Spanish on T.V.]
(Meg) SOON WE WILL
HAVE SUFFICIENT OIL
TO FUEL OUR HOMES
AND INDUSTRIES,
OUR TRACTORS, OUR CARS.
TO CARRY THE REVOLUTION
INTO THE 21st CENTURY.
YOUR SPANISH IS EXCELLENT,
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN.
GRACIAS, CAPITAN FUENTE.
I HAVE THE FEELING,
CAPITAN FUENTE,
THAT HIS SPEECH
IS FOR OUR BENEFIT.
[laughing]
YOU HAVE BROKEN OUR
LITTLE CODE, COMMANDER.
IT'S AS OBVIOUS AS THE
MESSAGE HE'S SENDING US.
MESSAGE TO YOU?
HE'S SPEAKING TO
THE PEOPLE OF CUBA.
IN ANY CASE,
THE UNITED STATES NAVY
IS VERY GRATEFUL TO CUBA
FOR GRANTING SAFE HAVEN
TO OUR AIRCRAFT IN DISTRESS
AND WISH TO COMPENSATE YOU
FOR YOUR HUMANITARIAN ACT.
WELL, YOU SEEM TO BE WORTH
A GREAT DEAL, COMMANDER?
OR IS IT THE TOMCAT?
BOTH ARE IMPORTANT
TO US, CAPITAN.
IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO
LIFT YOUR OIL EMBARGO?
WE HAD A FINANCIAL
REWARD IN MIND.
OH.
WE HAVE OIL IN MIND.
A DECISION OF THAT MAGNITUDE
CAN ONLY BE MADE IN WASHINGTON.
AND WOULD REQUIRE
MORE TIME THAN IS ALLOTTED
FOR THIS NEGOTIATION.
WELL, WE DON'T KNOW
THAT, COMMANDER KRENNICK.
THERE IS A SECURE
PHONE IN OUR LEAR.
IF I MAY BE PERMITTED TO USE IT,
I CAN PUT IN YOUR
REQUEST IMMEDIATELY.
BY ALL MEANS, SENOR SECRETARY.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
AUSTIN, PLEASE STAY.
AS COMMANDER KRENNICK HAS SAID,
THIS SPEECH HAS BEARING
ON OUR NEGOTIATIONS
AND YOU ARE THE ONLY DELEGATE
WHO UNDERSTANDS OUR LANGUAGE,
I WOULDN'T FLASH A YELLOW.
I'D GO STRAIGHT TO
RED AROUND HERE.
[Castro continues speaking]
[clearing throat] I, UH,
I ASSUME THE COMMANDER
WAS REFERRING TO A STOPLIGHT,
AND THIS
STOPLIGHT HAS SOMETHING
TO DO WITH SEXUAL ADVANCES.
AND WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?
(Fuente) WELL, UH.
A WARNING FROM A MAN TO A WOMAN
LEFT ALONE WITH ANOTHER
MAN USUALLY DOES.
[chuckling]
IT'S PART OF OUR NAVY'S
SEXUAL SENSITIVITY TRAINING.
IT'S AN INOFFENSIVE WAY
TO SIGNAL A MALE WHEN HIS SPEECH
OR BEHAVIOR IS INAPPROPRIATE.
THE MOST POWERFUL NAVY IN
THE WORLD ACTUALLY TEACHES
THIS KINDERGARTEN
APPROACH TO SEX?
IT WORKS, SIR.
LIEUTENANT.
SOMETIMES.
AND ARE... ARE NAVY WOMEN
PERMITTED TO
SIGNAL GREEN LIGHTS?
I SUPPOSE SO.
AH.
AND WHAT WOULD I HAVE
TO DO TO GET A GREEN LIGHT,
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN?
YELLOW LIGHT, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
[laughing]
AH.
WE'RE WASTING VALUABLE
TIME, COMMANDER.
THIS DEAL'S NEVER GOING TO FLY.
HE'S RIGHT, MR. SECRETARY.
THE PRESIDENT ISN'T EVEN CLOSE
TO RE-ESTABLISHING TRADE WITH CUBA.
BUT THE IMPORTANCE OF
RETRIEVING YOUR TOMCAT
MAY BE THE IMPETUS
NECESSARY TO CHANGE HIS MIND.
EVEN IF WE GET A YES
FROM WASHINGTON,
BY THE TIME WE GET IT, IF
THOSE CHIPS ARE INTACT,
BARKOV WILL HAVE
DOWNLOADED THEM.
OH, YOU HAVE A BETTER
IDEA, COMMANDER?
NO, SIR. I THOUGHT NOT.
YOU JUST LIED TO AN
ASSISTANT SECRETARY OF STATE.
I DON'T TRUST HIM.
SO?
WHAT'S YOUR IDEA?
USE THE CONTRA TO
GET ME TO THE AIRPORT.
AND IF HE'S SECRET POLICE?
WELL, YOU'LL HAVE TO
RESCUE ME FROM PRISON.
OR GET THROWN IN THE
SAME CELL WITH YOU.
WELL, NO SENSE IN MY GOING
IF YOU'RE STAYING BEHIND.
[men chattering]
YOU KNOW WHAT
THIS REMINDS ME OF?
[laughing] BARCELONA.
[laughing]
SUMMER CRUISE. OUR SEGUNDO YEAR.
YOU AND ME STROLLED
2 MUY BONITA SENORITAS
DOWN A COLONNADE JUST LIKE THIS.
TRYING TO DITCH THEIR AUNTS.
ARE WE TRYING TO
DITCH THESE AUNTS?
I GOT TO TAKE A
LOOK AT YOUR TOMCAT.
THAT SOFTWARE'S FRIED, HARM.
THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
THEN WHY DID THE IRANIANS
HAVE A RUSSIAN COMPUTER PRO
AT THE AIRPORT?
HOW DID YOU LAND
A TOMCAT AT NIGHT
IN WEATHER WITHOUT INSTRUMENTS?
HEY, I'M A HELL OF A PILOT, BUD.
NOT EVEN GOD'S
THAT GOOD, KEETER.
I HAD MY INSTRUMENTS.
MY AVIONICS WERE OUT.
CIRCUIT BREAKERS COULD HAVE
POPPED. INTERNAL FUSES BLOWN.
OH, SO WHAT ARE YOU
SAYING? I SCREWED THE POOCH?
YEAH. I THINK YOU DID, KEETER.
BUT WHAT BOTHERS ME IS IT'S NOT
SOMETHING YOU'D DO UNINTENTIONALLY.
[crickets chirping]
YOU NEED HELP, SI?
SI.
[plane engine whirring]
[whispering] THE NEXT TIME
THEY CUT THE ENGINES,
I NEED 2 MINUTES IN THE
HANGAR WITHOUT BEING SEEN.
(Raoul) THAT FUEL
TRUCK IS EASY TO BLOW.
NO. WHAT I DO MUST
LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT.
SO MUST YOUR DIVERSION.
WELL, YOU ASK THE IMPOSSIBLE.
YOU SAID, "ANYTHING I ASKED."
I'VE GOT A BIG MOUTH.
YOU'LL BE AMPLY REWARDED.
I DO NOT DO THIS FOR MONEY.
NOR FOR THE UNITED STATES.
I DO THIS FOR UN CUBA LIBRE.
IRANIAN OIL WILL ONLY
KEEP HIM IN POWER.
MY APOLOGIES, RAOUL.
I WILL THINK OF SOMETHING.
[horse neighing]
[speaking Spanish]
WE HAVE TO SHUT DOWN AGAIN.
[plane engine shutting down]
[horse neighing]
[people chattering in Spanish]
[horse continue neighing]
[whistling]
[speaking Spanish]
[Fuente speaking Spanish]
WHAT'S GOING ON?
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB IS MISSING.
UNTIL HE IS FOUND, YOU WILL
ALL BE CONFINED IN THE CASA.
[speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
WHAT'S GOING ON?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I WAS IN MY ROOM.
WELL, WE SEARCHED YOUR
ROOM. YOU WEREN'T THERE.
YOU'RE MAKING THIS
VERY DIFFICULT, CAPTAIN.
IT IS NOTHING COMPARED
TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN
IF YOU DON'T STOP LYING!
OK.
I WASN'T IN MY ROOM.
I WAS IN LIEUTENANT
AUSTIN'S ROOM WITH HER.
EVIDENTLY YOU GIVE GREEN LIGHTS
TO SOME OFFICERS, LIEUTENANT.
I WANT TO SEE YOU BOTH NOW!
I APOLOGIZE, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
I HOPE THIS WON'T
JEOPARDIZE OUR NEGOTIATIONS.
YOUR GOVERNMENT IS
WILLING TO LIFT THE EMBARGO?
UH, WE'RE TO HAVE A
DECISION BY NOON TOMORROW.
UNTIL THEN, LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER KEETER
AND THE OTHER PILOTO WILL
BE RETURNED TO THE AIRFIELD
UNDER MILITARY CUSTODY.
THE REST OF YOU WILL
BE CONFINED TO THE CASA.
ANYONE LEAVING WILL BE SHOT.
YOU TWO WEREN'T
REALLY IN BED, WERE YOU?
WELL... NO, MA'AM.
(Krennick) WELL, WHERE
THE HELL WERE YOU?
AT THE AIRFIELD.
DOING WHAT?
WATCHING BARKOV, I
ASSUME IT WAS BARKOV,
DOWNLOAD DATA INTO A COMPUTER.
OH. YOU SEE, I TOLD YOU
WE WERE WASTING TIME.
WE? DON'T BLAME THIS
ON ME, COMMANDER.
STATE DID NOT LOSE THAT TOMCAT.
(Harm) HEY, HEY. RELAX.
THE IRANIANS AREN'T GOING
TO GET THE SOFTWARE.
I SABOTAGED THE TOMCAT.
YOU DID WHAT?
OH, GOD.
OH.
WHAT'S WRONG, MR. SECRETARY?
WHAT'S WRONG?
WHA... WHAT'S WRONG IS
THAT WE WANTED THE IRANIANS
TO GET THOSE CHIPS!
(Bair) DO YOU HAVE
ANY IDEA THE DAMAGE
YOU HAVE DONE, COMMANDER RABB?
THE DAMAGE HE'S DONE?
YOU'RE THE ZIP-LIP THAT WOULDN'T
LET US IN ON THE RULES OF THE GAME.
INSULTS ARE CHILDISH, COMMANDER.
BUT SATISFYING.
SO THE SOFTWARE IN OUR
TOMCAT IS BOGUS? OH, NO.
THOSE 5 CHIPS ARE VERY REAL.
THEN WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD
YOU WANT THE IRANIANS TO COPY THEM?
THEY'VE BUILT IN A VIRUS.
WHAT TRIGGERS IT?
THE ATTACK RADAR.
IF THEY PAINT ANY AMERICAN
AIRCRAFT OR WARSHIP,
THE VIRUS ACTIVATES AND
IT MELTS THEIR AVIONICS
BACK TO THE STONE AGE.
THAT'S BRILLIANT.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IF
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RABB
HADN'T HAVE INTERFERED.
YOU'RE NOT WITH STATE.
WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.
[grunting] WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?
N.S.A!
DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? NO!
AND THE ADMIRAL DIDN'T EITHER.
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER KEETER?
HE VOLUNTEERED FOR A BLACK OP.
HE DIDN'T KNOW
DETAILS UNTIL TAKE-OFF.
YOU FAKED THE LIGHTNING STRIKE?
WE SHORTED OUT THE NAV
SYSTEMS TO MAKE IT LOOK GOOD.
WE EVEN ELECTRICALLY
BURNED THE FUSELAGE.
AND IF THAT DOESN'T FOOL BARKOV?
OUR COMPUTER HAS RUN THIS
SCENARIO HUNDREDS OF TIMES.
THE BARKOV CHARACTER NEVER
TUMBLED THROUGH OUR GAME.
HOW MANY TIMES DID YOUR
COMPUTER CREATE A SCENARIO
WHERE THE RABB CHARACTER
BLEW UP THE TOMCAT?
[sighing]
HOW DID YOU SABOTAGE IT?
WITH A NAVY ISSUE 34-INCH
BRASS-TIPPED CINCH.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
MY BELT.
I STRAPPED IT INSIDE
AN ENGINE INTAKE.
ANY TURBINE STRONG
ENOUGH TO SUCK IN A MAN
SHOULD TEAR LOOSE A BELT.
ALL RIGHT. SO IT EATS
A BELT? SO WHAT?
SO GOODBYE TOMCAT.
THE BUCKLE WILL SHATTER
THE IMPELLER BLADES
WHICH WILL SPIN LIKE
SHRAPNEL INTO THE FUEL TANKS,
DETONATING THEM.
(Krennick) LIKE I SAID,
"GOODBYE, TOMCAT."
WE HAVEN'T HEARD AN EXPLOSION.
THEY'RE STILL LETTING
THE TURBINES COOL DOWN.
SO YOU CAN STILL STOP IT!
YOU STOP IT, AGENT BAIR.
I'M GOING TO SMOKE A CIGAR
AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS.
YOU SAW BARKOV
DOWNLOADING THOSE CHIPS.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
THE VIRUS IS IN THE LAST CHIP.
HEY, THAT'S YOUR PROB...
THAT'S RIGHT, COMMANDER.
THAT TOMCAT BLOWS
BEFORE BARKOV DOWNLOADS
THE LAST CHIP, HE'LL
HAVE OUR SOFTWARE
BUT NOT THE VIRUS!
[man speaking Spanish]
[plane engine starting]
START IT UP!
ONE MORE CHIP TO GO.
[laughing]
[Castro chattering on T.V.]
(Harm) CAPTAIN FUENTE?
I'D LIKE A WORD WITH YOU, SIR.
MAY I?
PLEASE.
(Harm) WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY
COULD GET ME COURT-MARTIALED
AND IMPRISONED AS A TRAITOR.
I LIED TO YOU ABOUT BEING WITH
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN IN HER BEDROOM.
I WAS AT THE AIRFIELD,
SABOTAGING OUR TOMCAT.
THE SOFTWARE SYSTEM
ALEXI BARKOV IS DOWNLOADING
FOR THE IRANIANS IS PHONY.
SECRETARY BAIR, WHO'S
WITH N.S.A, NOT STATE,
WAS RUNNING THE STING
WITHOUT THE NAVY'S KNOWLEDGE
AND, THEREFORE,
WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE.
SO,
THINKING THAT VALUABLE SOFTWARE
WAS GOING TO FALL INTO
THE HANDS OF THE IRANIANS,
I PUT A BOMB IN THE TOMCAT.
ARE YOU WITH ME SO FAR?
I THINK SO.
THEN YOU SEE WHY IT'S IN
CUBA'S INTEREST TO HELP ME.
NO.
THE PRESIDENT WILL
NEVER LIFT THE OIL EMBARGO
IN AN ELECTION YEAR, TOO
MANY ANTI-CASTRO VOTES IN MIAMI.
SO CUBA'S GOING TO HAVE
TO GET THE OIL FROM IRAN
IN EXCHANGE FOR THE
SOFTWARE IN OUR TOMCAT.
WHICH IS PHONY.
THE IRANIANS DON'T KNOW THAT,
AND IF YOU DON'T
TELL THEM, WHO WILL?
HELP ME, CAPTAIN,
AND WE BOTH WIN.
TURN ME IN, IRAN WINS.
HOW WOULD YOU DISARM THE
BOMB WITHOUT BARKOV KNOWING?
THE SAME WAY I PUT IT
THERE. WITH A DIVERSION.
I WANT YOU TO BLOW
THE AIRFIELD FUEL TRUCK.
BLOW THE FUEL TRUCK?
IT GIVES ME THE DIVERSION I NEED
AND THE ADDED ILLUSION
THAT I'M TRYING TO DESTROY
THE TOMCAT TO PREVENT
THE THEFT OF THE SOFTWARE.
OF COURSE, I'LL HAVE TO
ESCAPE IN THE LEAR JET
WITH LIEUTENANT COMMANDER KEETER
TO COMPLETE THE CHARADE.
YOU REALIZE I WILL
HAVE TO GIVE CHASE.
I UNDERSTAND.
I SEE ONLY ONE FLAW,
COMMANDER RABB.
WHAT'S THAT?
THIS COULD ALL BE
AN ELABORATE PLAN
TO PUT A BOMB IN YOUR TOMCAT.
IT COULD. BUT IT ISN'T.
I WOULD LIKE MORE
THAN YOUR WORD.
THAT'S ALL I CAN GIVE
YOU, CAPTAIN FUENTE.
THE WORD OF ONE NAVAL
AVIATOR TO ANOTHER.
[plane engine whirring]
[people shouting]
OH, GOD!
(Bair) I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
[men shouting]
[siren wailing]
HE BLEW THE DAMN THING UP!
DID HE?
(Bair) WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
LIGHT 'EM UP! YOU GOT IT.
[engine revving]
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU. WHY
ARE YOU STARTING YOUR ENGINES?
7 ZULU, YOU DO NOT
HAVE CLEARANCE TO TAXI!
[men speaking Spanish]
(Cuban controller) 7 ZULU. YOU DO
NOT HAVE CLEARANCE TO TAKE OFF!
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING,
HARM? YOU'RE FLYING SOUTH!
FLORIDA'S THAT WAY.
THEY'D CATCH US OVER THE WATER
BEFORE WE WERE HALF WAY THERE.
WE'RE HEADING SOUTH.
12-13 MINUTES WE'LL BE OUT
OF THE CUBAN AIR SPACE.
AND 30 AFTER THAT WE'LL BE IN...
[laughing] THE CAYMAN ISLANDS!
[laughing]
THIS MAY TURN OUT TO BE A
DECENT WEEKEND AFTER ALL.
(Fuente) HAVANA CONTROL.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
WE HAVE A LEAR JET
FLEEING TO FLORIDA.
CAN YOU ASSIST? OVER.
(Cuban controller) GUARDIO
DE LOS BANOS. HAVANA.
I HAVE NO UNIDENTIFIED TARGETS
BETWEEN YOU AND
LA FLORIDA. OVER.
(Fuente) HAVANA. LOS BANOS.
HE MUST BE FLYING
LOW IN THE MOUNTAINS.
WE'LL PICK HIM, UM,
WHEN HE MAKES A RUN FOR IT
OVER THE WATER. LOS BANOS. OUT.
HAVANA. LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
DO YOU HAVE ANY TARGETS
SOUTH OF LOS BANOS? OVER.
LOS BANOS. HAVANA.
WE HAVE AN UNIDENTIFIED AIRCRAFT
NEAR THE ISLE OF PINES. OVER.
(Harm) HOW COULD YOU FORGET HER?
I DIDN'T FORGET HER.
I FORGOT HER NAME.
MARIA ELENA CARMELITA
MORENO GUTIERREZ.
HOW THE HELL DID YOU REMEMBER?
MY FIRST TOUR ON THE SEAHAWK
WE TOOK LIBERTY IN BARCELONA.
YOU TOOK OUT MY GIRL?
YOUR GIRL? YOU DON'T
REMEMBER HER NAME.
HELL, THAT'S NOT THE
POINT. YOU DON'T BILGE
YOUR CLASSMATE BY DATING
HIS SEGUNDO CRUISE GIRL.
[laughing]
(Fuente) 7 ZULU. THIS IS
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
TURN BACK AT ONCE
OR BE SHOT DOWN.
4 MORE MINUTES AND WE
CLEAR CUBAN AIR SPACE.
YOU THINK HE'S ON TO US? NAH.
HE'S SEARCHING FOR US
BETWEEN HAVANA AND KEY WEST.
(Fuente) LEAR JET.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS.
THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.
TURN NORTH IMMEDIATELY.
NORTH!
DAMN IT, HARM! HE SAID
NORTH! HE'S ON OUR SIX!
(Fuente) LEAR JET, YOU
HAVE 10 SECONDS TO COMPLY.
9, 8,
7,
6,
5,
4,
3,
2,
1.
ADIOS, AMIGOS.
HANG ON, KEETER!
HELP, KEETER! HELP
ME PULL HER OUT!
COME ON, BABY, PULL OUT!
WE JUST EXITED CUBAN AIR SPACE.
LOS BANOS GUARDIANS. 7 ZULU.
WE'VE JUST EXITED
CUBAN AIR SPACE
AND ARE MAKING CONTACT
WITH GRAND CAYMAN APPROACH.
THANKS FOR THE ESCORT.
7 ZULU. LOS BANOS.
YOU'RE WELCOME.
AND HAVE A NICE DAY!
[laughing]
YOU'RE BACK.
WH... WHERE'S MEG?
I DROPPED HER OFF AT HER
PLACE AND DECIDED TO COME HERE.
I NEED A HOT BATH,
A GOOD BREAKFAST,
AND A LONG WEEKEND IN BED.
YOU UP TO IT?
[shower running]
THERE'S A WOMAN IN YOUR SHOWER.
UH, COMMANDER,
I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET
MARIA ELENA CARMELITA MORENO...
GUTIERREZ.