JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 1 - Ghost Ship - full transcript
While awaiting the conversion of an aircraft carrier of the US Navy into a museum ship, inspectors discover the skeleton of an aviator lieutenant inside a previously sealed void compartment. Harm and Mac investigate in Alameda; Bud and Harriet research in Washington and continue to check out each other. Harm has some unusual experiences aboard the ship, and Mac strikes up a friendship with a local detective. The inspectors appear to have sought something other than rust. Harm finds an important book, which contains a clue about the whereabouts of his father. The local detective turns out to be someone else instead, and the book disappears. Webb lends a hand and says something nice.
(distant bell clanking)
(seagulls screeching)
This ship's a fire
waiting to happen.
We ain't even got
an extinguisher.
We should be so lucky.
Then they'll have to scrap her.
What about asbestos?
There isn't any.
What if there is?
If there is, it'll take
30 years to kill you.
So, what are you worried about?
You'll be dead by then anyway.
That's it, we're in.
Knock it in.
(grunting)
(grunting)
(yells)
That asbestos?
What the hell is
spooking you, Andy?
This ship.
It's giving me the willies.
I'm going to give
you the willies
if you don't knock it off.
Well, well, well...
What have we here?
Oh, damn!
Andy, come back here!
Andy!
(sighs)
How the hell did you get
sealed in here, Lieutenant?
(distant groan)
Following in his father's
footsteps as a naval aviator,
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.
Suffered a crash while
landing his Tomcat
on a storm-tossed
carrier at sea.
Diagnosed with night blindness,
Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps
which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.
There, with fellow JAG
lawyer Major Sarah MacKenzie,
he now fights in and
out of the courtroom
with the same
daring and tenacity
that made him a
top gun in the air.
CHEGWIDDEN: The City of
Alameda's attempting to preserve
the USS Hornet as a museum ship.
While workers were
inspecting her hull for corrosion,
they found a
skeleton in the void.
The void, sir?
That's the space between
the inner and outer hulls, Mac.
Admiral, the void is
sealed during construction.
How would a body get in there?
Well, the same as it did
on the Great Eastern, sir.
Enlighten us, Mr. Roberts.
She was a double-hulled
ship, too, sir.
During construction,
a ship fitter
fell asleep in the void
and was accidentally
sealed inside.
They said that you could
hear him pounding for years.
Years, Bud?
Obviously, it was
his ghost, ma'am.
Obviously.
When they scrapped
the Great Eastern, sir,
they found a skeleton
between the hulls.
Well, the skeleton on the
Hornet wasn't a ship fitter.
He was a naval aviator
who apparently died
of a fractured skull.
Murder, sir?
Looks that way.
He was hidden in the
void with no identification
other than wings, bars...
and this patch.
This is a Skoshi
Tigers patch, Admiral.
They were a South
Vietnamese air force squadron...
Flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.
Yeah. Which means that
our skeleton was entombed
during the Vietnam era.
Oh.
God, my father
flew off the Hornet
on his first tour...
Could have been in
this guy's squadron.
Very well may have, Commander.
Uh, sir, isn't this technically
a matter for Alameda homicide
since the Hornet's
their museum ship?
Not yet, she isn't.
The navy still
owns the pink slip.
If Alameda can't raise the funds
to maintain her as a museum,
she'll be sold as scrap.
In any case, the victim died
while the Hornet
was in commission.
Alameda homicide
says this investigation
is all ours, or I should say
all yours.
Let's get to it.
Aye, aye, sir.
Alameda's across the
bay from San Francisco.
A cork's throw from
the Napa Valley.
Fisherman's wharf.
The wine country.
Chinatown. B&Bs.
We're investigating
a murder, people,
not taking a vacation.
Bud, you're going to have
to stay behind in Washington
to do research.
Uh, sir, I have a
portable computer.
Good. You can use it
to e-mail Major MacKenzie
with your reports.
Bud, I want chapter and verse
on the Hornet during
the Vietnam war...
Engagements, campaigns,
UA, missing personnel...
Anything and everything.
Also, joint operations they
had with the Skoshi Tigers.
Aye, aye, sir.
(mouthing)
Yours is not to reason why...
Yours is but...
to do research.
You ever fly off her?
Nah, she's too small
to handle Tomcats,
but I was on her once.
What's the bulkhead number
where they opened the void?
Two-Delta, 42-Zebra
eight-Victor, hike.
Very funny.
I'm a funny lady.
Why do I feel like whistling?
Because you have an
overactive imagination.
ROBERTS: I really
appreciate this, Harriet.
SIMS: No problem.
We can see the
movie another time.
See, that's what I
like about you, Harriet.
You're so understanding.
What's not to understand?
Duty's duty, Bud.
Believe me,
other girls aren't
nearly as sympathetic.
Other girls?
You're seeing other girls?
No. No. Uh...
you're the only girl I
wanted to see since...
Gosh, I don't know how long...
A long time.
WOMAN: Hi, Buddy!
Milly... I didn't know
you'd be working tonight.
I work every Friday night...
unless I have a date.
(thunder rumbling)
"Buddy"?
It's a-a-a... term of, um...
Of endearment.
Uh, yeah. Yeah.
No.
(stammering)
Uh, Milly, this is Ensign Sims.
Harriet, this is Milly Shaker.
If you're looking for
anything in navy records,
Milly knows where it's buried.
(chuckling)
Wow. I'm impressed.
You must have quite
a filing system, huh?
No, uh, just a great memory.
Uh, Milly,
I need to research
the USS Horny...
Hornet.
(laughing): Um, which one?
There are eight.
The last one.
I need to see your records
from '61 to '75.
Are you going to spend the
weekend with me, Buddy?
Excuse me?
We can't computer-search
those records.
They're only on microfilm.
That takes time.
Well, Buddy...
I guess we have our
work cut out for us then.
Ensign Sims is going to help me.
Mm-hmm.
Did you bring cookies?
Cookies?
To leave a trail of crumbs,
so you can find your way back.
(thunder crashing)
RABB: Two-Delta-42...
it should be down here.
Six tack Victor...
eight tack Victor...
There it is...
The hole they cut in the void.
Looks like they
removed all the evidence.
Hmm...
(distant groan)
What was that?
Oh, that's metal contracting.
The ship's cooling
as the sun goes down.
(shuffling sound
and rapid footsteps)
That is not metal contracting.
Kill your light.
No!
Kill your light.
Well... what are you two
doing down here in the dark?
Uh... wondering if
you were a ghost.
Not that I'm aware of.
Lieutenant Mark Falcon,
Alameda Homicide.
I'm Major Sarah MacKenzie.
This is Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb.
I thought Alameda Homicide
was handing this
one over to JAG.
Oh, we are, Commander.
I'm here on my own time.
Never could pass
up a good mystery.
Thought I'd give you a hand.
Any idea how he
might have got in here?
Not really.
I've checked the void from
bulkhead... to bulkhead,
and as you can see,
it's completely sealed
except for the, uh,
hole the salvagers
cut to get in here.
They said they were
inspecting for rust
before making a bid
to scrap her, but...
You don't believe them? No.
You don't have to check
the void to make a scrap bid.
No, they were looking
for something else. What?
Anything left behind by
the original shipbuilders...
Lunch buckets, tools,
magazines, mostly junk,
but 50-year-old junk's
worth a buck today
especially if it comes
from a famous ship.
I hope Alameda can
raise enough money
to save the old girl.
She was a hell of
a ship in her day.
RABB: You serve on her?
No. No, I was an Army MP.
Spent my year in
Saigon chasing AWOLs
and breaking up bar fights.
What do you make
of that flight patch
found on the skeleton?
Oh, just that it wasn't his.
Medical examiner said
the skeleton was Caucasian
and that patch was
South Vietnamese.
Although, I don't
recall ever seeing it.
It's a Skoshi Tigers patch.
They flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.
Wish my partner were
that quick with the answers.
Me, too.
RABB: My dad flew 167
missions over the north,
half of them from this deck.
Have you told him about this?
He didn't come back.
I'm sorry.
Hey, it's 10:00 p.m.
to your stomachs.
You guys have got to be starved.
I know a little fish place
where the Branzino's
as good as in Italy.
What is it, Commander?
Nothing.
Let's eat!
You're 11 minutes late.
Ten.
11. You probably
dropped a minute
when you reset your watch.
Probably.
UPS overnight for you.
From La Jolla.
The tapes.
I had my mom send them.
God, I haven't heard
these since I was a kid.
Let me guess... Billy Joel?
Chris Cross?
Kenny Rogers?
These are letter
tapes from my father.
HARM'S FATHER: Morning, Trish.
At least it's morning here
on the South China Sea.
Hot and muggy...
My mom cassetted the tapes
my dad sent her
from the Hornet in '66.
Tom Boone and I just flew cap
for some A-6s visiting Uncle Ho.
Tom Boone, the
CAG on the Seahawk?
Yeah, he was my dad's wingman.
Hammer and tong
were flying cover
and decided to stick
close to their rice bowls.
Can't say that I blame them.
How's my boy?
I hope you're
playing these tapes
so he won't forget my voice.
Trish, I got to cut this
short to make the mail.
Give Harm a big hug and a
kiss for me, and be strong, honey.
I'll be home soon.
I love you guys.
(turns off player)
That was recorded on the Hornet
near the end of
his first tour in '66.
He came back from that one.
You're still hoping he's alive.
(sighs)
Well... chances are ten
million to one against it.
Well, still, someone always
wins the lottery, don't they?
MAN: The mechanism of
injury was blunt force trauma
causing an oblique fracture
to the base of the skull.
Preliminary examination
indicates that the deceased
was Caucasian male,
between 25 and 30...
(blows)
years of age.
Oh, that was found
clutched in his right hand.
Clutched in a skeleton's hand?
Yes, see, as the, as
the flesh deteriorated,
the-the bones
maintained their position.
I'd say that he was
clutching it when he died.
The South Vietnamese
wore patches
Velcroed to the front
of their flight jackets.
How about if, in a struggle
our lieutenant snatched
this off his murderer's jacket?
Oh, that's possible.
I assume this was
found with the remains?
Yes, uh, um...
around the-the left
radial and the ulna.
Looks like a go-to-hell watch.
What's a go-to-hell watch?
It was standard issue
to combat flight crews.
No names or inscriptions
in case they were captured.
There should be a
serial number though.
Well, there is.
Maybe we can trace it.
You keep records that far back?
Hey, this is the navy, Doc.
We have Popeye's enlistment
papers on record somewhere.
The big question is, where?
Federal stock
number, Delta-3-6-8-4.
Lot number four, 5-8-7-7-1.
SIMS: 5-8-7-7-1.
I found it.
Now, we're looking for
serial number 1-9-2-9-3...
3-7. I know, Bud.
You're terrific, Harriet.
Mm-hmm. Not so terrific.
What do you mean?
Well, if I were so terrific,
you wouldn't be
dating girls like Milly.
I'm not dating Milly
or anyone else, except you.
So, does this mean
we're going steady?
Steady?
(sighs)
I didn't say, "So, are we
getting married?" Bud.
Uh... ah! There.
Serial number 1-9-2-9-3-7
was issued to
Lieutenant Brian Tate
on September 13...
1974.
He's our skeleton, Harm.
He was listed as missing
at sea on April 30, 1975.
That's the day Saigon fell.
Vietnamese were
fleeing to our ships
in everything from
helos to sampans.
One of them
was a Skoshi Tiger
bent on murder.
Yeah, but why?
And where is he now?
Hey, wasn't Lieutenant Falcon
supposed to meet
us here at 1300?
He's six minutes late.
Look, tell Bud to fax
Lieutenant Tate's dental records
to the Alameda Medical Examiner,
and see if there's
a refugee list
in the Hornet's records.
Harm, Bud's been at
it nonstop for 32 hours
and 24 minutes.
How do you do that?
My mother's Swiss.
(chuckles)
Okay, after he faxes
the dental records
and does a refugee
search, he can hit the rack
for a couple hours.
And when he's back at it,
tell him to see if the Hornet
suffered any hull damage
in April of '75.
Hull damage?
Yeah, if she had hull damage,
they might have opened
the void to repair it.
That's brilliant, Harm.
Only if I'm right.
Hey, where you going?
I'm going to take
a walk with my dad.
HARM'S FATHER:
Hi, Trish. Got the day off
and thought I'd
give you and Harm
a tour of the Hornet at sea.
I'm standing on the flight deck
where we're launching Corsairs.
I wish you could see
how beautiful this is.
Here goes the first one!
You can't possibly hear
me over all this noise,
so I'm going inside
where I can talk
without shouting.
Hey, who are you?
Lieutenant Commander Rabb, JAG.
I'm investigating the
remains found in the void.
Sibby Lonegro.
I found those remains.
While inspecting for corrosion.
Yeah. I'm surveying the Hornet
to make a salvage bid.
If Alameda can't
come up with the cash,
I turn this rust bucket
into razor blades.
She's no rust
bucket, Mr. Lonegro.
Nothing romantic about
it to me, Commander.
I served on flattops.
All I remember is hot
bunkin', dogwatches
and the stink of aviation fuel.
(sniffs): I can still smell it,
and she hasn't
launched a bird in years.
Well, it smells
pretty good to me.
Ooh, you got it bad.
30-year type for sure.
What was your rating?
I was a welder.
I kept them together.
Now I tear them apart.
Come on, I'll show you
where I found the bones.
That's okay. I'll
find my own way.
Suit yourself.
But don't go past any chains.
These decks ain't
safe beyond them.
Here we are on the
hangar deck, Trish.
It's not nearly as
noisy as topside
even though it's
busier than hell.
Pardon my French, as your
mom's always telling me.
It seems like half the
intruders on board down here
are being patched up.
Those boys take
a hell of a beating.
Everything from SAMs to rocks.
Thank God I fly high
where there's
nothing to worry about.
Sorry I'm late, Major.
I was waiting for a fax.
We identified the skeleton.
He's a Lieutenant Brian Tate.
Tate, huh?
I figured it was him
or Lieutenant Sturgis.
What do you mean?
The fax I was waiting
for was a list of officers
missing off the Hornet
during the Vietnam war.
If you eliminate the
MIAs, there were only two:
A Lieutenant Sturgis, who
jumped ship in Hong Kong,
and a Lieutenant Tate,
who was lost at sea.
Why didn't you tell us
what you were doing?
Well, I could ask you
the same question, Sarah.
Well, we just did
it this morning.
So did I.
(sighs)
You're right.
I'm... I'm sorry, Mark.
That's all right.
Forget it.
When it comes to
solving mysteries,
we all want to be first.
How'd you like the
Branzino last night?
It was terrific.
Good. How about a San
Francisco steak house tonight?
Yeah, Harm's
practically a vegetarian.
I wasn't figuring on asking him.
Is that a problem?
No, not at all.
Good. By the way,
where is the commander?
Walking with his dad.
I'm taking the ladder
down to the O-2 level,
where Tom and I are billeted.
After debriefing, we
grab a cup of java
and head to our quarters
for some rack time.
I swear, Trish, if we're
not flying, we're sleeping,
especially Tom.
Speak of the devil,
you'll never guess
who joined me, Trish.
Hey, Trish, it's the man
you should've married.
Hey, it's a private
conversation, Tom.
Honey, I'm going to shut
the tape off for a second
while I get rid
of this interloper.
(metallic clatter)
(distant groan)
(distant groan)
HARM'S FATHER: I'm back, Trish.
I had to threaten Tom
with physical abuse
to let me finish
this tape alone.
Hey, here's the knee-knockers
Harm kept tripping over
on visitor's day.
I'll never forget the way
he'd get up after each fall
and try again.
I like that.
It shows fortitude
which will take him
a long way in life.
(sighs)
(Rabb grunts)
(grunting)
Mac?
MacKENZIE: Harm, where are you?
(groaning)
Harm!
Yeah?
You all right, Commander?
Yeah. I told you
not to cross any chains.
(grunts)
What chain?
You ripped right through it.
There was no chain there.
I didn't rip through anything.
Maybe you don't remember.
Shock can do that.
We need to get you
to a doctor, Harm.
I'm okay, Mac.
Whoa.
I was okay until you
blasted me in the eyes
with the light.
Your pupils are
contracting, but slowly.
You need to see a doctor.
FALCON: Major's
right, Commander.
That had to be a nasty fall.
I've hit harder
landing a Tomcat.
Sounds like you're
accident-prone, Commander.
Somebody took that chain down.
Who? There's no one
else on board except us.
(distant groan)
(Lonegro chuckling)
Maybe the old girl did it.
Doesn't like you poking
around in her innards.
You're the one who wants
to cut her into razor blades.
(chuckles)
You're right.
Maybe it's me she's after.
Ooh, I better get out of here
before I have an accident.
Did he come down ahead of you?
No. He came down with us.
He was with someone
when he discovered
the skeleton, wasn't he?
Yeah. His partner.
Had a Greek name.
Uh, "Andy" something.
Kochifis.
Andy Kochifis.
You don't think
your fall was an accident.
There was no chain there.
After I fell, I saw...
saw...
Saw what?
Somebody was up
there looking down at me.
I'm getting you to a doctor.
I don't need a doctor, Mac.
I just need to get on deck.
MacKENZIE: Why would Lonegro
or his partner want to see you hurt?
FALCON: They want
to scrap this ship.
Maybe they figure an
accident on top of the skeleton
will give Alameda
second thoughts
about bringing
tourists on board.
RABB: Or they want to
end to this investigation
before we find out
they're involved.
MacKENZIE: How could they be?
Tate was murdered 22 years ago.
Lonegro let it slip
that he served five years
on carriers as a welder.
If he was on the Hornet
when Tate was killed,
he would have been
on the damage-control
party that opened the void.
Whoa. The void
was opened in '75?
Well, it had to be.
That's the only way Tate's
body could've gotten in there.
I'm guessing they opened the
void to repair some hull damage.
Makes sense, but if
Lonegro was the murderer,
he'd be the last person
to open that void now.
He may not be the murderer,
but he knows something.
Like you said, they didn't
cut in there looking for rust.
Maybe his partner will tell
us something he wouldn't.
How about if Sarah
and I question him
before we go to San
Francisco tonight?
I'm sorry, Mark,
I'll have to take a rain
check on that steak.
I want to keep an eye on
Harm. No, no, no, no, no.
I am not going to
hear about you missing
a San Francisco steak
dinner to babysit me. I'm fine.
You two go on your date.
I'm not leaving you
in this condition.
Yes, you are.
And as senior officer
in this investigation,
Major, that's an order.
Aye, aye, sir.
You sure, Commander?
I'm positive. I'm fine.
(distant groan)
MacKENZIE: So you and Sibby
torched into the void
to check for corrosion?
Yeah, that's right.
What did you care if
the hull was corroded?
You wanted to turn
the Hornet into scrap.
Because rusted scrap
iron ain't worth crap,
if you pardon the expression.
I don't think so.
What?
I don't think I'll
pardon the expression
and I don't think I believe you.
Well, who gives a damn, lady?
(grunting)
I give a damn, and
I'm not a lawyer.
I'm a street cop.
Okay, okay!
Now, what were you
looking for in that void?
I told you, we were
looking for... oh... gold.
We were looking for gold. Go on.
Sibby was on the
Hornet after the war,
and he said that
all the 'Nam vets
were searching for this gold
that this Vietnamese
colonel smuggled on
after Saigon fell,
but nobody found nothing.
Then Sibby reads in an
old damage-control log
that a repair party
opened the void
while this Vietnamese
colonel was still on board.
So he figures the
gold is hid there.
(panting): But all we
found was that skeleton.
Oh!
See there?
Telling the truth
always makes you feel better.
(groaning)
RABB: Bud, did you get
ahold of that refugee list?
ROBERTS: Uh, yes, sir,
and one of them
was a Skoshi Tiger...
Colonel Nguyen.
But he was on a flight to
Guam that did an Amelia Earhart.
Why was he being
airlifted to Guam?
The records don't
say, Commander,
but I checked the manifest,
and besides the flight
crew and Colonel Nguyen,
there's an SOG officer on board.
SOG?
That was the cover
used by the CIA in 'Nam.
Interesting, isn't it, sir?
Very interesting.
You're doing a great
job, Bud. Keep it up.
Thank you, sir.
(thunder crashing)
Does Harm know you
got your feet on his desk?
I-I didn't realize that I had...
what are you doing
here, Mr. Webb?
You were working late.
I thought you
might like a pizza.
An el nino...
and with anchovies.
Your favorite.
How do you know
it was my favorite?
And how did you know
I'd be working so late?
Knowing things
is how one survives
on the Potomac.
Knowing I like an el
nino with anchovies?
And a fragola frappe.
Whatever it is you
and the CIA want,
the answer is no.
Oh, for God sakes,
Roberts, just enjoy it.
I don't want
information from you.
You don't?
No.
I have information to give you.
(thunder crashing)
(footsteps approaching)
Hello, there.
Hey!
RABB: Hey, wait!
(Rabb panting and gasping)
Wait!
Dad.
Dad.
(wheezing)
(thud)
(distant groan)
(cell phone dialing)
(beeping)
Damn. My phone can't get out.
Too much steel down here.
You'll have to go up on deck.
I'm not leaving him again.
I'll do it.
Thanks, Mark.
Yeah.
Harm?
(groans)
Oh, Mac. What
are you doing here?
When you weren't
in your quarters,
we came back
out looking for you.
Harm, you've been unconscious.
I never should have left you.
I, uh... I remember
talking to Bud about a...
Skoshi Tiger colonel.
Nguyen.
Yeah.
His plane was
sabotaged flying to Guam.
Sabotaged?
He didn't tell me
it was sabotaged.
Well, Bud spoke to you
before Webb came in.
Webb? CIA's involved?
What? What is it, Mac?
Later. In the hospital.
An ambulance is on the way.
No, no, no, you tell me now.
(sighing)
Webb told Bud to warn us.
The KGB is following
our investigation.
KGB? Wh...? How
are they involved?
Colonel Nguyen
boarded the Hornet
with a list of names...
A list he wanted to trade
for the good life in Paris.
What kind of list?
(sighing)
American MIAs the KGB
were holding in Russia
at the end of the war.
Oh, God.
If... my... f-father might...
The colonel approached
two CIA agents
who were airlifted to the
Hornet when Saigon fell.
One of them was on the
plane with him to Guam.
The other disappeared
when the Hornet docked.
The CIA believes he
was a double agent
working for the Russians.
T-they think that he sabotaged
the plane so that that list
would not come to light.
Why weren't we told?
Tell us what, Harm? A rumor?
According to Webb,
the CIA's been trying
to verify it ever since.
W-wait a minute.
How is Tate involved in this?
Colonel Nguyen was quartered
with him when he came on board.
Why would Nguyen kill Tate?
Tate must have seen the list.
He didn't just see it, Mac.
He must have
seen where he hid it.
Think about it.
Colonel Nguyen would
not keep the list with him.
The list must still
be here somewhere.
Harm, sit down, please.
No, it's okay.
I just... I just
need a little air.
Mac, I saw my dad.
I followed him to his quarters.
He was trying to
tell me something...
Maybe where the list is hidden.
Harm, you've been
listening to your dad's tapes,
walking in his footsteps.
Maybe the concussion
caused you...
I wasn't hallucinating,
I saw him, Mac.
I saw my dad.
An ambulance is on the way.
I'm not leaving
until I find that list.
(tape rewinding)
HARM'S FATHER:
It shows fortitude
which will take him
a long way in life.
Here we are
0-3-Lima-1-2-4-Papa...
My home on the Hornet.
What's the number?
2-2-6-Papa.
This isn't my dad's.
Harm, you were hallucinating.
No, no, no, I wasn't.
Mac, I didn't see my dad.
Thank God.
I saw Lieutenant Tate.
Harm...
These are his quarters.
Don't you see?
He led me here.
He wants me to find the list.
Harm, we're getting you topside
to a hospital. (rewinding tape)
Sarah's right, Commander,
you need medical attention.
Most guys celebrate
the end of a mission
with a shot of bourbon,
but I have mine when
I'm making your tape.
Tom and I keep a bottle hidden
in the wall behind our racks.
Here's to you, Harm and Trish...
(sniffles)
It's in Vietnamese...
except for the
names and the dates.
He's in here.
It's... he was
transferred to Russia.
He could still be alive.
I'll get him.
The book. The book!
I got it, Commander.
The ship's on fire.
That bastard.
Who?
Lonegro. Who else?
He wants this ship for scrap.
He burns it,
it'll never be a museum.
Come on, we got to
find another way out.
Damn it, it's everywhere.
The passageways are
acting like wind tunnels.
Down. (coughing)
Down!
He's right.
Fire rises.
We need to get below it.
(Rabb and Falcon coughing)
FALCON: Easy, Commander.
Easy.
We got to close that hatch.
The fire's sucking the air out.
You're right.
How you doing?
Oh, very tired.
Commander, is there
another way out of here
other than up?
I don't know.
Maybe we can wait it out.
(explosion)
I don't think so.
We got to get out of here now!
There!
That way!
Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure!
(coughing)
(explosion)
(sirens wailing)
(coughing)
I don't know how you did that.
I didn't do it.
He did.
Yes, sir. Good, sir.
I'll tell him. Bye-bye.
The commander says he'll
be released from the hospital
by 1500 our time.
He's going to get the list
from the police evidence safe
and head straight to Travis
so he should be arriving
at Andrews by 2100.
I wish he had a marine
security detachment with him.
Why would he need that, sir?
Are you kidding, Ensign?
That list is going
to toast the KGB.
I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate
to add Harm's and
Mac's names to it.
Oh, I wouldn't try to get
that list from the commander.
You're right.
He wouldn't trade it
for an admiral's star.
The commander also
wanted me to say thank you
and that he owes you.
His dad paid that debt long ago.
Just when I think
I've got him figured...
He says something nice.
Yeah.
I misjudged you, too, Bud.
Me?
Yeah.
I know you're not a sailor
with a girl in every port.
Gosh, no, Harriet.
I only want one
girl in port... you.
Does this mean
we're going steady?
I... guess so.
Oh, Bud.
Hi, Buddy.
Uh... ooh...
(both chuckle nervously)
MacKENZIE: I wouldn't have
bet anyone could confine you
to a hospital bed for two days.
RABB: I slept the first day.
After that, the nurse
threatened to tie me down
if I so much as stuck
my nose out the door.
Ooh, kinky.
Yellow light, Major.
Oh, come on, Harm.
Haven't we reached the point
where we can drop
the traffic signals?
Absolutely.
I ever tell you why
a female marine is like
the energizer bunny?
On second thought, let's not.
Who in their right mind
would order a pineapple
and anchovy pizza?
A homicide cop...
They'd eat anything.
Don't get wise, kid.
Want me to take 'em back?
I'll take 'em back.
No. Leave the
pepperoni and sausage.
Hey, you want the
pepperoni and sausage,
you got the take the
pineapple and anchovies.
You ain't getting a tip.
I never get a tip.
Excuse me, Sergeant,
we're looking for
Lieutenant Mark Falcon.
Lieutenant! You take
care of these officers?
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here to meet
Lieutenant Mark Falcon.
Uh, about what?
Well, he's holding
evidence for us.
Evidence?
It's a book. It's in
the station safe.
If you just let the
lieutenant know we're here...
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, Lieutenant
Mark Falcon does.
Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant
Mark Falcon.
Spasibo.
(pilot speaking
Russian over intercom)
PILOT: Please
fasten your seatbelts
for our final approach
into Moscow International.
RABB: I'll find him, Mac.
I'll find him and the list if
it takes the rest of my life.
(seagulls screeching)
This ship's a fire
waiting to happen.
We ain't even got
an extinguisher.
We should be so lucky.
Then they'll have to scrap her.
What about asbestos?
There isn't any.
What if there is?
If there is, it'll take
30 years to kill you.
So, what are you worried about?
You'll be dead by then anyway.
That's it, we're in.
Knock it in.
(grunting)
(grunting)
(yells)
That asbestos?
What the hell is
spooking you, Andy?
This ship.
It's giving me the willies.
I'm going to give
you the willies
if you don't knock it off.
Well, well, well...
What have we here?
Oh, damn!
Andy, come back here!
Andy!
(sighs)
How the hell did you get
sealed in here, Lieutenant?
(distant groan)
Following in his father's
footsteps as a naval aviator,
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.
Suffered a crash while
landing his Tomcat
on a storm-tossed
carrier at sea.
Diagnosed with night blindness,
Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps
which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.
There, with fellow JAG
lawyer Major Sarah MacKenzie,
he now fights in and
out of the courtroom
with the same
daring and tenacity
that made him a
top gun in the air.
CHEGWIDDEN: The City of
Alameda's attempting to preserve
the USS Hornet as a museum ship.
While workers were
inspecting her hull for corrosion,
they found a
skeleton in the void.
The void, sir?
That's the space between
the inner and outer hulls, Mac.
Admiral, the void is
sealed during construction.
How would a body get in there?
Well, the same as it did
on the Great Eastern, sir.
Enlighten us, Mr. Roberts.
She was a double-hulled
ship, too, sir.
During construction,
a ship fitter
fell asleep in the void
and was accidentally
sealed inside.
They said that you could
hear him pounding for years.
Years, Bud?
Obviously, it was
his ghost, ma'am.
Obviously.
When they scrapped
the Great Eastern, sir,
they found a skeleton
between the hulls.
Well, the skeleton on the
Hornet wasn't a ship fitter.
He was a naval aviator
who apparently died
of a fractured skull.
Murder, sir?
Looks that way.
He was hidden in the
void with no identification
other than wings, bars...
and this patch.
This is a Skoshi
Tigers patch, Admiral.
They were a South
Vietnamese air force squadron...
Flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.
Yeah. Which means that
our skeleton was entombed
during the Vietnam era.
Oh.
God, my father
flew off the Hornet
on his first tour...
Could have been in
this guy's squadron.
Very well may have, Commander.
Uh, sir, isn't this technically
a matter for Alameda homicide
since the Hornet's
their museum ship?
Not yet, she isn't.
The navy still
owns the pink slip.
If Alameda can't raise the funds
to maintain her as a museum,
she'll be sold as scrap.
In any case, the victim died
while the Hornet
was in commission.
Alameda homicide
says this investigation
is all ours, or I should say
all yours.
Let's get to it.
Aye, aye, sir.
Alameda's across the
bay from San Francisco.
A cork's throw from
the Napa Valley.
Fisherman's wharf.
The wine country.
Chinatown. B&Bs.
We're investigating
a murder, people,
not taking a vacation.
Bud, you're going to have
to stay behind in Washington
to do research.
Uh, sir, I have a
portable computer.
Good. You can use it
to e-mail Major MacKenzie
with your reports.
Bud, I want chapter and verse
on the Hornet during
the Vietnam war...
Engagements, campaigns,
UA, missing personnel...
Anything and everything.
Also, joint operations they
had with the Skoshi Tigers.
Aye, aye, sir.
(mouthing)
Yours is not to reason why...
Yours is but...
to do research.
You ever fly off her?
Nah, she's too small
to handle Tomcats,
but I was on her once.
What's the bulkhead number
where they opened the void?
Two-Delta, 42-Zebra
eight-Victor, hike.
Very funny.
I'm a funny lady.
Why do I feel like whistling?
Because you have an
overactive imagination.
ROBERTS: I really
appreciate this, Harriet.
SIMS: No problem.
We can see the
movie another time.
See, that's what I
like about you, Harriet.
You're so understanding.
What's not to understand?
Duty's duty, Bud.
Believe me,
other girls aren't
nearly as sympathetic.
Other girls?
You're seeing other girls?
No. No. Uh...
you're the only girl I
wanted to see since...
Gosh, I don't know how long...
A long time.
WOMAN: Hi, Buddy!
Milly... I didn't know
you'd be working tonight.
I work every Friday night...
unless I have a date.
(thunder rumbling)
"Buddy"?
It's a-a-a... term of, um...
Of endearment.
Uh, yeah. Yeah.
No.
(stammering)
Uh, Milly, this is Ensign Sims.
Harriet, this is Milly Shaker.
If you're looking for
anything in navy records,
Milly knows where it's buried.
(chuckling)
Wow. I'm impressed.
You must have quite
a filing system, huh?
No, uh, just a great memory.
Uh, Milly,
I need to research
the USS Horny...
Hornet.
(laughing): Um, which one?
There are eight.
The last one.
I need to see your records
from '61 to '75.
Are you going to spend the
weekend with me, Buddy?
Excuse me?
We can't computer-search
those records.
They're only on microfilm.
That takes time.
Well, Buddy...
I guess we have our
work cut out for us then.
Ensign Sims is going to help me.
Mm-hmm.
Did you bring cookies?
Cookies?
To leave a trail of crumbs,
so you can find your way back.
(thunder crashing)
RABB: Two-Delta-42...
it should be down here.
Six tack Victor...
eight tack Victor...
There it is...
The hole they cut in the void.
Looks like they
removed all the evidence.
Hmm...
(distant groan)
What was that?
Oh, that's metal contracting.
The ship's cooling
as the sun goes down.
(shuffling sound
and rapid footsteps)
That is not metal contracting.
Kill your light.
No!
Kill your light.
Well... what are you two
doing down here in the dark?
Uh... wondering if
you were a ghost.
Not that I'm aware of.
Lieutenant Mark Falcon,
Alameda Homicide.
I'm Major Sarah MacKenzie.
This is Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb.
I thought Alameda Homicide
was handing this
one over to JAG.
Oh, we are, Commander.
I'm here on my own time.
Never could pass
up a good mystery.
Thought I'd give you a hand.
Any idea how he
might have got in here?
Not really.
I've checked the void from
bulkhead... to bulkhead,
and as you can see,
it's completely sealed
except for the, uh,
hole the salvagers
cut to get in here.
They said they were
inspecting for rust
before making a bid
to scrap her, but...
You don't believe them? No.
You don't have to check
the void to make a scrap bid.
No, they were looking
for something else. What?
Anything left behind by
the original shipbuilders...
Lunch buckets, tools,
magazines, mostly junk,
but 50-year-old junk's
worth a buck today
especially if it comes
from a famous ship.
I hope Alameda can
raise enough money
to save the old girl.
She was a hell of
a ship in her day.
RABB: You serve on her?
No. No, I was an Army MP.
Spent my year in
Saigon chasing AWOLs
and breaking up bar fights.
What do you make
of that flight patch
found on the skeleton?
Oh, just that it wasn't his.
Medical examiner said
the skeleton was Caucasian
and that patch was
South Vietnamese.
Although, I don't
recall ever seeing it.
It's a Skoshi Tigers patch.
They flew F-5s out of Bien Hoa.
Wish my partner were
that quick with the answers.
Me, too.
RABB: My dad flew 167
missions over the north,
half of them from this deck.
Have you told him about this?
He didn't come back.
I'm sorry.
Hey, it's 10:00 p.m.
to your stomachs.
You guys have got to be starved.
I know a little fish place
where the Branzino's
as good as in Italy.
What is it, Commander?
Nothing.
Let's eat!
You're 11 minutes late.
Ten.
11. You probably
dropped a minute
when you reset your watch.
Probably.
UPS overnight for you.
From La Jolla.
The tapes.
I had my mom send them.
God, I haven't heard
these since I was a kid.
Let me guess... Billy Joel?
Chris Cross?
Kenny Rogers?
These are letter
tapes from my father.
HARM'S FATHER: Morning, Trish.
At least it's morning here
on the South China Sea.
Hot and muggy...
My mom cassetted the tapes
my dad sent her
from the Hornet in '66.
Tom Boone and I just flew cap
for some A-6s visiting Uncle Ho.
Tom Boone, the
CAG on the Seahawk?
Yeah, he was my dad's wingman.
Hammer and tong
were flying cover
and decided to stick
close to their rice bowls.
Can't say that I blame them.
How's my boy?
I hope you're
playing these tapes
so he won't forget my voice.
Trish, I got to cut this
short to make the mail.
Give Harm a big hug and a
kiss for me, and be strong, honey.
I'll be home soon.
I love you guys.
(turns off player)
That was recorded on the Hornet
near the end of
his first tour in '66.
He came back from that one.
You're still hoping he's alive.
(sighs)
Well... chances are ten
million to one against it.
Well, still, someone always
wins the lottery, don't they?
MAN: The mechanism of
injury was blunt force trauma
causing an oblique fracture
to the base of the skull.
Preliminary examination
indicates that the deceased
was Caucasian male,
between 25 and 30...
(blows)
years of age.
Oh, that was found
clutched in his right hand.
Clutched in a skeleton's hand?
Yes, see, as the, as
the flesh deteriorated,
the-the bones
maintained their position.
I'd say that he was
clutching it when he died.
The South Vietnamese
wore patches
Velcroed to the front
of their flight jackets.
How about if, in a struggle
our lieutenant snatched
this off his murderer's jacket?
Oh, that's possible.
I assume this was
found with the remains?
Yes, uh, um...
around the-the left
radial and the ulna.
Looks like a go-to-hell watch.
What's a go-to-hell watch?
It was standard issue
to combat flight crews.
No names or inscriptions
in case they were captured.
There should be a
serial number though.
Well, there is.
Maybe we can trace it.
You keep records that far back?
Hey, this is the navy, Doc.
We have Popeye's enlistment
papers on record somewhere.
The big question is, where?
Federal stock
number, Delta-3-6-8-4.
Lot number four, 5-8-7-7-1.
SIMS: 5-8-7-7-1.
I found it.
Now, we're looking for
serial number 1-9-2-9-3...
3-7. I know, Bud.
You're terrific, Harriet.
Mm-hmm. Not so terrific.
What do you mean?
Well, if I were so terrific,
you wouldn't be
dating girls like Milly.
I'm not dating Milly
or anyone else, except you.
So, does this mean
we're going steady?
Steady?
(sighs)
I didn't say, "So, are we
getting married?" Bud.
Uh... ah! There.
Serial number 1-9-2-9-3-7
was issued to
Lieutenant Brian Tate
on September 13...
1974.
He's our skeleton, Harm.
He was listed as missing
at sea on April 30, 1975.
That's the day Saigon fell.
Vietnamese were
fleeing to our ships
in everything from
helos to sampans.
One of them
was a Skoshi Tiger
bent on murder.
Yeah, but why?
And where is he now?
Hey, wasn't Lieutenant Falcon
supposed to meet
us here at 1300?
He's six minutes late.
Look, tell Bud to fax
Lieutenant Tate's dental records
to the Alameda Medical Examiner,
and see if there's
a refugee list
in the Hornet's records.
Harm, Bud's been at
it nonstop for 32 hours
and 24 minutes.
How do you do that?
My mother's Swiss.
(chuckles)
Okay, after he faxes
the dental records
and does a refugee
search, he can hit the rack
for a couple hours.
And when he's back at it,
tell him to see if the Hornet
suffered any hull damage
in April of '75.
Hull damage?
Yeah, if she had hull damage,
they might have opened
the void to repair it.
That's brilliant, Harm.
Only if I'm right.
Hey, where you going?
I'm going to take
a walk with my dad.
HARM'S FATHER:
Hi, Trish. Got the day off
and thought I'd
give you and Harm
a tour of the Hornet at sea.
I'm standing on the flight deck
where we're launching Corsairs.
I wish you could see
how beautiful this is.
Here goes the first one!
You can't possibly hear
me over all this noise,
so I'm going inside
where I can talk
without shouting.
Hey, who are you?
Lieutenant Commander Rabb, JAG.
I'm investigating the
remains found in the void.
Sibby Lonegro.
I found those remains.
While inspecting for corrosion.
Yeah. I'm surveying the Hornet
to make a salvage bid.
If Alameda can't
come up with the cash,
I turn this rust bucket
into razor blades.
She's no rust
bucket, Mr. Lonegro.
Nothing romantic about
it to me, Commander.
I served on flattops.
All I remember is hot
bunkin', dogwatches
and the stink of aviation fuel.
(sniffs): I can still smell it,
and she hasn't
launched a bird in years.
Well, it smells
pretty good to me.
Ooh, you got it bad.
30-year type for sure.
What was your rating?
I was a welder.
I kept them together.
Now I tear them apart.
Come on, I'll show you
where I found the bones.
That's okay. I'll
find my own way.
Suit yourself.
But don't go past any chains.
These decks ain't
safe beyond them.
Here we are on the
hangar deck, Trish.
It's not nearly as
noisy as topside
even though it's
busier than hell.
Pardon my French, as your
mom's always telling me.
It seems like half the
intruders on board down here
are being patched up.
Those boys take
a hell of a beating.
Everything from SAMs to rocks.
Thank God I fly high
where there's
nothing to worry about.
Sorry I'm late, Major.
I was waiting for a fax.
We identified the skeleton.
He's a Lieutenant Brian Tate.
Tate, huh?
I figured it was him
or Lieutenant Sturgis.
What do you mean?
The fax I was waiting
for was a list of officers
missing off the Hornet
during the Vietnam war.
If you eliminate the
MIAs, there were only two:
A Lieutenant Sturgis, who
jumped ship in Hong Kong,
and a Lieutenant Tate,
who was lost at sea.
Why didn't you tell us
what you were doing?
Well, I could ask you
the same question, Sarah.
Well, we just did
it this morning.
So did I.
(sighs)
You're right.
I'm... I'm sorry, Mark.
That's all right.
Forget it.
When it comes to
solving mysteries,
we all want to be first.
How'd you like the
Branzino last night?
It was terrific.
Good. How about a San
Francisco steak house tonight?
Yeah, Harm's
practically a vegetarian.
I wasn't figuring on asking him.
Is that a problem?
No, not at all.
Good. By the way,
where is the commander?
Walking with his dad.
I'm taking the ladder
down to the O-2 level,
where Tom and I are billeted.
After debriefing, we
grab a cup of java
and head to our quarters
for some rack time.
I swear, Trish, if we're
not flying, we're sleeping,
especially Tom.
Speak of the devil,
you'll never guess
who joined me, Trish.
Hey, Trish, it's the man
you should've married.
Hey, it's a private
conversation, Tom.
Honey, I'm going to shut
the tape off for a second
while I get rid
of this interloper.
(metallic clatter)
(distant groan)
(distant groan)
HARM'S FATHER: I'm back, Trish.
I had to threaten Tom
with physical abuse
to let me finish
this tape alone.
Hey, here's the knee-knockers
Harm kept tripping over
on visitor's day.
I'll never forget the way
he'd get up after each fall
and try again.
I like that.
It shows fortitude
which will take him
a long way in life.
(sighs)
(Rabb grunts)
(grunting)
Mac?
MacKENZIE: Harm, where are you?
(groaning)
Harm!
Yeah?
You all right, Commander?
Yeah. I told you
not to cross any chains.
(grunts)
What chain?
You ripped right through it.
There was no chain there.
I didn't rip through anything.
Maybe you don't remember.
Shock can do that.
We need to get you
to a doctor, Harm.
I'm okay, Mac.
Whoa.
I was okay until you
blasted me in the eyes
with the light.
Your pupils are
contracting, but slowly.
You need to see a doctor.
FALCON: Major's
right, Commander.
That had to be a nasty fall.
I've hit harder
landing a Tomcat.
Sounds like you're
accident-prone, Commander.
Somebody took that chain down.
Who? There's no one
else on board except us.
(distant groan)
(Lonegro chuckling)
Maybe the old girl did it.
Doesn't like you poking
around in her innards.
You're the one who wants
to cut her into razor blades.
(chuckles)
You're right.
Maybe it's me she's after.
Ooh, I better get out of here
before I have an accident.
Did he come down ahead of you?
No. He came down with us.
He was with someone
when he discovered
the skeleton, wasn't he?
Yeah. His partner.
Had a Greek name.
Uh, "Andy" something.
Kochifis.
Andy Kochifis.
You don't think
your fall was an accident.
There was no chain there.
After I fell, I saw...
saw...
Saw what?
Somebody was up
there looking down at me.
I'm getting you to a doctor.
I don't need a doctor, Mac.
I just need to get on deck.
MacKENZIE: Why would Lonegro
or his partner want to see you hurt?
FALCON: They want
to scrap this ship.
Maybe they figure an
accident on top of the skeleton
will give Alameda
second thoughts
about bringing
tourists on board.
RABB: Or they want to
end to this investigation
before we find out
they're involved.
MacKENZIE: How could they be?
Tate was murdered 22 years ago.
Lonegro let it slip
that he served five years
on carriers as a welder.
If he was on the Hornet
when Tate was killed,
he would have been
on the damage-control
party that opened the void.
Whoa. The void
was opened in '75?
Well, it had to be.
That's the only way Tate's
body could've gotten in there.
I'm guessing they opened the
void to repair some hull damage.
Makes sense, but if
Lonegro was the murderer,
he'd be the last person
to open that void now.
He may not be the murderer,
but he knows something.
Like you said, they didn't
cut in there looking for rust.
Maybe his partner will tell
us something he wouldn't.
How about if Sarah
and I question him
before we go to San
Francisco tonight?
I'm sorry, Mark,
I'll have to take a rain
check on that steak.
I want to keep an eye on
Harm. No, no, no, no, no.
I am not going to
hear about you missing
a San Francisco steak
dinner to babysit me. I'm fine.
You two go on your date.
I'm not leaving you
in this condition.
Yes, you are.
And as senior officer
in this investigation,
Major, that's an order.
Aye, aye, sir.
You sure, Commander?
I'm positive. I'm fine.
(distant groan)
MacKENZIE: So you and Sibby
torched into the void
to check for corrosion?
Yeah, that's right.
What did you care if
the hull was corroded?
You wanted to turn
the Hornet into scrap.
Because rusted scrap
iron ain't worth crap,
if you pardon the expression.
I don't think so.
What?
I don't think I'll
pardon the expression
and I don't think I believe you.
Well, who gives a damn, lady?
(grunting)
I give a damn, and
I'm not a lawyer.
I'm a street cop.
Okay, okay!
Now, what were you
looking for in that void?
I told you, we were
looking for... oh... gold.
We were looking for gold. Go on.
Sibby was on the
Hornet after the war,
and he said that
all the 'Nam vets
were searching for this gold
that this Vietnamese
colonel smuggled on
after Saigon fell,
but nobody found nothing.
Then Sibby reads in an
old damage-control log
that a repair party
opened the void
while this Vietnamese
colonel was still on board.
So he figures the
gold is hid there.
(panting): But all we
found was that skeleton.
Oh!
See there?
Telling the truth
always makes you feel better.
(groaning)
RABB: Bud, did you get
ahold of that refugee list?
ROBERTS: Uh, yes, sir,
and one of them
was a Skoshi Tiger...
Colonel Nguyen.
But he was on a flight to
Guam that did an Amelia Earhart.
Why was he being
airlifted to Guam?
The records don't
say, Commander,
but I checked the manifest,
and besides the flight
crew and Colonel Nguyen,
there's an SOG officer on board.
SOG?
That was the cover
used by the CIA in 'Nam.
Interesting, isn't it, sir?
Very interesting.
You're doing a great
job, Bud. Keep it up.
Thank you, sir.
(thunder crashing)
Does Harm know you
got your feet on his desk?
I-I didn't realize that I had...
what are you doing
here, Mr. Webb?
You were working late.
I thought you
might like a pizza.
An el nino...
and with anchovies.
Your favorite.
How do you know
it was my favorite?
And how did you know
I'd be working so late?
Knowing things
is how one survives
on the Potomac.
Knowing I like an el
nino with anchovies?
And a fragola frappe.
Whatever it is you
and the CIA want,
the answer is no.
Oh, for God sakes,
Roberts, just enjoy it.
I don't want
information from you.
You don't?
No.
I have information to give you.
(thunder crashing)
(footsteps approaching)
Hello, there.
Hey!
RABB: Hey, wait!
(Rabb panting and gasping)
Wait!
Dad.
Dad.
(wheezing)
(thud)
(distant groan)
(cell phone dialing)
(beeping)
Damn. My phone can't get out.
Too much steel down here.
You'll have to go up on deck.
I'm not leaving him again.
I'll do it.
Thanks, Mark.
Yeah.
Harm?
(groans)
Oh, Mac. What
are you doing here?
When you weren't
in your quarters,
we came back
out looking for you.
Harm, you've been unconscious.
I never should have left you.
I, uh... I remember
talking to Bud about a...
Skoshi Tiger colonel.
Nguyen.
Yeah.
His plane was
sabotaged flying to Guam.
Sabotaged?
He didn't tell me
it was sabotaged.
Well, Bud spoke to you
before Webb came in.
Webb? CIA's involved?
What? What is it, Mac?
Later. In the hospital.
An ambulance is on the way.
No, no, no, you tell me now.
(sighing)
Webb told Bud to warn us.
The KGB is following
our investigation.
KGB? Wh...? How
are they involved?
Colonel Nguyen
boarded the Hornet
with a list of names...
A list he wanted to trade
for the good life in Paris.
What kind of list?
(sighing)
American MIAs the KGB
were holding in Russia
at the end of the war.
Oh, God.
If... my... f-father might...
The colonel approached
two CIA agents
who were airlifted to the
Hornet when Saigon fell.
One of them was on the
plane with him to Guam.
The other disappeared
when the Hornet docked.
The CIA believes he
was a double agent
working for the Russians.
T-they think that he sabotaged
the plane so that that list
would not come to light.
Why weren't we told?
Tell us what, Harm? A rumor?
According to Webb,
the CIA's been trying
to verify it ever since.
W-wait a minute.
How is Tate involved in this?
Colonel Nguyen was quartered
with him when he came on board.
Why would Nguyen kill Tate?
Tate must have seen the list.
He didn't just see it, Mac.
He must have
seen where he hid it.
Think about it.
Colonel Nguyen would
not keep the list with him.
The list must still
be here somewhere.
Harm, sit down, please.
No, it's okay.
I just... I just
need a little air.
Mac, I saw my dad.
I followed him to his quarters.
He was trying to
tell me something...
Maybe where the list is hidden.
Harm, you've been
listening to your dad's tapes,
walking in his footsteps.
Maybe the concussion
caused you...
I wasn't hallucinating,
I saw him, Mac.
I saw my dad.
An ambulance is on the way.
I'm not leaving
until I find that list.
(tape rewinding)
HARM'S FATHER:
It shows fortitude
which will take him
a long way in life.
Here we are
0-3-Lima-1-2-4-Papa...
My home on the Hornet.
What's the number?
2-2-6-Papa.
This isn't my dad's.
Harm, you were hallucinating.
No, no, no, I wasn't.
Mac, I didn't see my dad.
Thank God.
I saw Lieutenant Tate.
Harm...
These are his quarters.
Don't you see?
He led me here.
He wants me to find the list.
Harm, we're getting you topside
to a hospital. (rewinding tape)
Sarah's right, Commander,
you need medical attention.
Most guys celebrate
the end of a mission
with a shot of bourbon,
but I have mine when
I'm making your tape.
Tom and I keep a bottle hidden
in the wall behind our racks.
Here's to you, Harm and Trish...
(sniffles)
It's in Vietnamese...
except for the
names and the dates.
He's in here.
It's... he was
transferred to Russia.
He could still be alive.
I'll get him.
The book. The book!
I got it, Commander.
The ship's on fire.
That bastard.
Who?
Lonegro. Who else?
He wants this ship for scrap.
He burns it,
it'll never be a museum.
Come on, we got to
find another way out.
Damn it, it's everywhere.
The passageways are
acting like wind tunnels.
Down. (coughing)
Down!
He's right.
Fire rises.
We need to get below it.
(Rabb and Falcon coughing)
FALCON: Easy, Commander.
Easy.
We got to close that hatch.
The fire's sucking the air out.
You're right.
How you doing?
Oh, very tired.
Commander, is there
another way out of here
other than up?
I don't know.
Maybe we can wait it out.
(explosion)
I don't think so.
We got to get out of here now!
There!
That way!
Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure!
(coughing)
(explosion)
(sirens wailing)
(coughing)
I don't know how you did that.
I didn't do it.
He did.
Yes, sir. Good, sir.
I'll tell him. Bye-bye.
The commander says he'll
be released from the hospital
by 1500 our time.
He's going to get the list
from the police evidence safe
and head straight to Travis
so he should be arriving
at Andrews by 2100.
I wish he had a marine
security detachment with him.
Why would he need that, sir?
Are you kidding, Ensign?
That list is going
to toast the KGB.
I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate
to add Harm's and
Mac's names to it.
Oh, I wouldn't try to get
that list from the commander.
You're right.
He wouldn't trade it
for an admiral's star.
The commander also
wanted me to say thank you
and that he owes you.
His dad paid that debt long ago.
Just when I think
I've got him figured...
He says something nice.
Yeah.
I misjudged you, too, Bud.
Me?
Yeah.
I know you're not a sailor
with a girl in every port.
Gosh, no, Harriet.
I only want one
girl in port... you.
Does this mean
we're going steady?
I... guess so.
Oh, Bud.
Hi, Buddy.
Uh... ooh...
(both chuckle nervously)
MacKENZIE: I wouldn't have
bet anyone could confine you
to a hospital bed for two days.
RABB: I slept the first day.
After that, the nurse
threatened to tie me down
if I so much as stuck
my nose out the door.
Ooh, kinky.
Yellow light, Major.
Oh, come on, Harm.
Haven't we reached the point
where we can drop
the traffic signals?
Absolutely.
I ever tell you why
a female marine is like
the energizer bunny?
On second thought, let's not.
Who in their right mind
would order a pineapple
and anchovy pizza?
A homicide cop...
They'd eat anything.
Don't get wise, kid.
Want me to take 'em back?
I'll take 'em back.
No. Leave the
pepperoni and sausage.
Hey, you want the
pepperoni and sausage,
you got the take the
pineapple and anchovies.
You ain't getting a tip.
I never get a tip.
Excuse me, Sergeant,
we're looking for
Lieutenant Mark Falcon.
Lieutenant! You take
care of these officers?
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here to meet
Lieutenant Mark Falcon.
Uh, about what?
Well, he's holding
evidence for us.
Evidence?
It's a book. It's in
the station safe.
If you just let the
lieutenant know we're here...
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, Lieutenant
Mark Falcon does.
Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant
Mark Falcon.
Spasibo.
(pilot speaking
Russian over intercom)
PILOT: Please
fasten your seatbelts
for our final approach
into Moscow International.
RABB: I'll find him, Mac.
I'll find him and the list if
it takes the rest of my life.