JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 6 - Vanished - full transcript
Forty miles off the Atlantic coast of Florida, inside the Bermuda triangle, a fully armed F-14 Tomcat vanishes with an experienced crew. Harm, Mac, Bud, and even the admiral investigate. Suddenly the wife and the young daughter of the missing pilot also disappear from family housing at NAS Jax. Many people report UFOs in Florida and Georgia during the same night when the Tomcat vanishes. The RIO from the missing bird staggers into a campground and winds up in a hospital in Miami. Bud revels in UFO and alien-abduction stories. The three musketeers figure out the problem, then the Navy recovers the aircraft, the pilot, and his family. Mac continues talking with Dalton.
How you holding up
back there, Bubba?
Bubba?
Sorry, Yankee, this, uh...
thunder bumper is
rocking me to sleep.
Well, try and stay awake
for the rest of the tour.
Monk, this is Yankee.
How do you read? Over.
This is Monk. Loud and clear.
Go ahead, Yankee.
We're going to
climb to Angels 4-0...
See if we can't top
out of this mess.
Roger that, Yankee.
We're tucked in close.
You heard the man, Hobo.
Let's get on top.
Roger that.
Yankee flight.
Burners... now!
(thunder crashing)
Yankee, one from two.
Lost visual contact.
Coming right three zero degrees.
Yankee, we have lost contact.
Say position, over.
Where'd he go, Hobo?
I don't know, Monk.
He just... vanished.
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.
Doughnut?
Power-nut.
Excuse me?
Uh, not you, sir. The doughnut.
It's a power-nut.
No fat, 100% pure whole wheat.
What about the powdered sugar?
Well, it's a sugar substitute
packed with 30 essential
vitamins and minerals
including ginko biloba.
Kinko bulblah-blah?
Ginko biloba, sir.
It's a brain food.
Oh, yeah?
What's JAG manual
chapter two, section B,
subsection 0235?
Well, 0235, sir,
that is... uh...
Accidental or
intentional flooding
of a ship.
Better have another
brain nut, Bud.
Power-nut, sir.
(softly): Power-nut!
Bud.
Yes, sir.
Who's that in Mac's office?
That's Dalton Lowne, sir,
of Lowell, Hanson and Lowne,
one of the biggest
law firms in Virginia.
Oh, yeah?
Who's he representing?
I don't think he's
representing anyone, sir.
I think he's recruiting.
Any word on the missing F-14?
No, sir.
It just vanished...
inside the Bermuda Triangle.
(laughing)
CHEGWIDDEN: Plane
went off radar at 0530 Zulu.
They were flying
through bad weather,
but the pilot and his RIO
were experienced crew.
We don't know
much more than that.
Search team still hasn't found
any signs of the
aircraft or her crew, sir.
Have the families been notified?
They're trying to
reach them now.
The Tomcat had
live missiles on it.
I want you two to
report to USS Coral Sea.
Find out what happened.
Wrap it up before
I have to watch it
as a movie of the week.
(sighs)
So, uh...
what's up with Dalton Lowne?
Why do you ask about Dalton?
Just curious.
We went out a few
times, had dinner.
He's a nice guy.
Oh, yeah?
We're just friends.
Are you jealous?
Please...
He drives a Porsche.
I fly Tomcats.
You are jealous.
Uh, sir, ma'am...
I just pulled some
information off the Internet.
Do you realize how
many ships and planes
have mysteriously disappeared
in the Bermuda Triangle
in the last 50 years?
Do you realize how many haven't?
Uh, not offhand, ma'am.
Bud, there's no such thing
as the Bermuda Triangle.
It's a myth.
You better hope so.
Why is that, sir?
We're joining the search.
(weak chuckle)
You're going into
the Bermuda Triangle.
You're coming, too, Bud.
Relax, Bud.
Dozens of ships and planes
fly through that area every day.
It's one of the most
beautiful parts of the Atlantic.
(thunder crashing)
Are you okay, Bud?
If this is the most
beautiful part
of the Atlantic, Major,
I don't want to see the worst.
(thunder crashing)
WOMAN: Welcome aboard
the Coral Sea, sirs, ma'am.
Ensign, nice
weather you're having.
Actually, it was nice,
sir, until we entered
the Black Water.
"Black Water"?
That's what some
of the old-timers
call this place, Commander.
I think it's a bunch
of bunk myself.
And don't mind that.
The engineers have been
having some problems
with the electrical
systems all morning.
ENSIGN: Captain.
Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie
are here to see you.
At ease. I wish we were meeting
under better circumstances.
So do we, sir.
Have you had any luck locating
the plane or her crew, sir?
No. We have found neither
the plane nor the crew.
But we are not leaving this
part of the ocean until we do.
I'm counting on you,
Commander Rabb
to provide me with answers.
We'll do our best, Captain.
Dismissed.
We knew we were flying
through bad weather.
We didn't expect
it to be that bad.
Any chance of a
lightning strike?
Definitely.
It was pretty nasty.
That's why Yankee...
Commander Douglas...
Decided to take the high
road and fly out of the storm.
And that's when you lost him?
Yes, Major.
I was following
him when I lost him.
I veered off to avoid
a possible wing strike,
as per standard
operating procedure,
but I lost him when
he went off radar.
Did he maintain radio contact?
Not after he went
off the screen.
I tried to contact him,
but he didn't answer.
Do you think he hit the water?
It's possible, but we
were at 38,000 feet.
It's as if he just...
Disappeared.
One second he was on my screen
and the next minute he wasn't.
Could the storm have interfered
with the radar equipment?
Maybe... if we'd
suffered a lightning strike,
but we didn't.
What do you think
happened, Lieutenant?
I don't know, sir. I've flown
with Commander Douglas before
and Yankee was one of the best.
Hopefully, he still is.
Yes, ma'am.
I didn't mean it
in the past tense.
Just something like this
tends to rattle you a bit.
Some of the other guys
are a little spooked, too.
Every time an aircraft goes up,
there's a chance
it's going to crash.
Crashing is one
thing, Commander.
Disappearing is another.
(thunder crashing)
ROBERTS: Did
you know the reports
of weird occurrences
in the Bermuda Triangle
date back to the 15th century?
Even Columbus reported
seeing weird lights in this area
and problems with his compass.
Christopher
Columbus also thought
he was in the East Indies
when he landed in America.
That might explain the
problems with his compass.
Hey, Ripley...
have you found anything
on his computer yet?
No, sir. Not anything
out of the ordinary.
Just letters back
to his wife and
daughter, Lee and Kim.
Anything in the letters?
No. Just that he
misses them a lot.
Ahh...
Well...
What is it?
I think it's Honduran.
It is definitely Honduran.
March, maybe April.
It's definitely
the spring of '95.
They had a lot
of rain that year.
All right, knock
it off, Sherlock.
(deep groaning)
RABB: Whoa!
MAN (over P.A.):
General quarters...
We're changing course.
They must have found something.
(alarm blaring)
Ensign, what's going on?
Oceanographic anomaly, sir.
(over P.A.): All hands,
man your stations.
(thunder crashing)
(wind whipping loudly)
Wow!
Well put, Lieutenant.
Not many people get
to see a water spout
this close.
Is it any threat to us?
I like to think not, but I
prefer to err on the side
of caution when
dealing with such things.
One of those can tear
apart a smaller vessel
and suck it right under.
What about a plane?
Not at 38,000 feet, Bud.
What if Yankee was lower?
What if he dropped
below the storm
and ran into that?
(thunder crashing)
ROBERTS: The earliest
recorded disappearance
of a United States vessel
inside the Bermuda Triangle
goes way back to March, 1918.
The USS Cyclops
vanished without a trace.
The same thing's
been known to happen
to superstitious lieutenants.
Tiner just faxed me
these newspaper headlines
from Admiral
Chegwidden's office.
(MacKenzie reading headlines)
Where do they come
up with this stuff?
The same place they get stories
about Bigfoot babies
and Elvis sightings.
Washington, however,
is taking it very seriously...
The suicide militia
angles, anyway.
Every time someone in
the military loses a sock,
they blame a militia
group. Do you think a storm
that's strong enough
to create a waterspout
could've knock that
plane out of the sky?
F-14s are designed to fly
through hurricanes
if they have to.
Mac, you should continue to
interview the rest of the crew.
See if you can
find any connection
between the militia group
and the suicide attempt.
Bud, I also want to
speak to Yankee's wife.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to see if I can
find this missing aircraft.
WOMAN: As you can see
from our tapes, Commander,
our radar record
confirms Monk's report.
The two aircrafts were
in a major storm system.
At 0033 hours, we see
them alter course slightly
and start gaining altitude.
That's when Yankee
gave the order to get on top.
Yes, sir.
A few seconds pass
and you see Yankee's
plane veer off course.
That's when his
wingman lost him.
Yes, sir. They dropped
off the ship's radar as well,
but we received this
tape from the Pave Paws
at Eglin Air Force
base about an hour ago.
Their over-the-horizon
backscatter radar
has a range of over 3,000 miles.
They tracked him for
an additional 12 minutes.
Apparently, he dropped
back through the storm
and started running
north along the coast.
RABB: If a lightning strike
knocked out their instruments,
the only thing he'd
have to navigate by
would be land features.
His flight pattern
did seem to suggest
he was looking for something.
As you can see
here, he starts circling.
RABB: If he knew he couldn't
make it back to the ship,
his only hope would be
an emergency landing.
Once he located the coast,
he'd start searching
for a runway.
He didn't land, sir.
At 0043, his flight pattern
suddenly went haywire.
It's as if nobody's
flying the aircraft.
Our last position is nearly
a hundred miles out to sea.
My guess is, they hit the water.
MacKENZIE: How long
have you known Yankee?
I've been his plane captain
since he arrived aboard, ma'am.
I miss him. He's not
like the other pilots.
How so?
He talks to the enlisted men,
although I think that's on account
of us having a better poker game.
We play strictly
for fun, of course.
Of course.
So, Yankee's a bit of a gambler.
Oh, Major, I... I don't care
about your poker games,
Petty Officer Riggs.
I just want to know more
about Commander Douglas.
Listen, let's just
say he wasn't afraid
to lay down a little wager...
Or a big one, for that matter.
You know these
fighter jocks, ma'am.
They're not afraid
to take a risk.
He ever talk about his personal
life... problems at home?
Hard to have problems at home,
ma'am, when you're never there.
Ever hear any rumors about
him being part of a militia group?
No, ma'am. Personally,
I think militia groups
are more of an army problem.
It's easy for a group of
redneck army washouts
to grab a bunch of rifles, paint
their pickup trucks camouflage,
call themselves a militia group.
What are sailors going to do...
Mount a 50-cal
on their bass boat?
I guess you have a point
there, Petty Officer Riggs.
PILOT: Coral Sea,
this is Search One.
Do you copy? Over.
RADIOMAN: This is Coral Sea.
Go ahead, Search One.
PILOT: We've completed
search area Delta-seven.
Proceeding to Echo-one. Over.
RADIOMAN: Copy that, Search One.
Coral Sea out.
MONK (on tape): Yankee,
we have lost contact.
Say position. Over.
Where'd he go, Hobo?
HOBO: I don't know, Monk.
He just... vanished.
(turns off tape)
Radar records support
these radio tapes.
The ship tracked them for
another couple of minutes
and then... (snaps fingers)
One moment he was
there, the next, he was gone.
Just like Flight 19.
What's Flight 19?
Please, don't encourage him.
In 1945, there was
a training squadron
with five Navy torpedo
bombers leaving Ft. Lauderdale
on a routine run.
All five planes and 14 crewmen
disappeared.
They sent a seaplane
out to look for them.
That disappeared, too.
You see what you've done now?
I'm going to have to listen
to conspiracy theories
the rest of the evening.
It's not just me, sir.
People are talking
on the Internet.
They're speculating that
Yankee purposely flew below radar
so he could steal the
plane and attack the prison
where Timothy McVeigh
is awaiting execution.
That's ridiculous.
There's also talk
that the plane was destroyed
by a giant waterspout
created by a
top-secret navy weapon
that can control the weather.
That's just a rumor.
Which also happens to be true.
What do you mean, sir?
Operation Whirlpool.
It's a top-secret procedure
where half a dozen
Seawolf-class submarines
move in counterclockwise
circles around and around
creating a Coriolis vortex
that can suck down
a ship or a plane
like a rubber duck
down a bathtub drain.
Are you mocking me, sir?
He's just trying to help, Harm.
Theories are helpful.
Old Twilight Zone
episodes are not.
MacKENZIE: You
waiting for the captain
to turn on the "smoking" lamp?
How'd you find me?
Where else would I find
a former Tomcat pilot?
Flying tourists to Hawaii?
Yeah. That'll be the day.
He may still be out
there somewhere, Mac.
Commander Douglas
or your father?
Commander Douglas.
You think I'm obsessing
about my dad
since I found
that list, don't you?
No. You were obsessing
before you found the list,
and you have every right, Harm.
Learning the North Vietnamese
sent him to Russia
only intensified it.
I just hope you realize
that if we find
Commander Douglas,
it isn't going to give you
closure with your father.
Only finding my
dad will do that.
Well, you're not alone, Harm.
In one way or another,
we're all searching
for something.
Oh, yeah?
What are you searching for?
What every woman wants:
A great career
a good man, and...
comfortable shoes...
Lots and lots of them.
Is that where Dalton
Lowne comes in?
Are you kidding? His
shoes are way too big.
I mean, have you seen
the size of that man's feet?
I just hope you're not going
to do something stupid, Mac.
Why, Harm? Are you afraid
you're going to lose me?
I just...
(sighing)
hate having to break in
new partners, you know?
You know, for a second there,
I thought we were going
to have a Hallmark moment.
You know, when the
admiral first told me
he was partnering me
with a Marine Major,
I had these visions
of a tattooed jarhead
challenging me to arm wrestling
at lunch hour.
Well, I do have a tattoo, I'm
a pretty good arm wrestler,
and, although I
don't like the term,
I am technically a jarhead.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back up.
You have a tattoo?
How come I've never seen it?
I mean, where would
one find this tattoo?
I'm afraid that's classified
information, Commander.
Oh, yeah?
You have tattoos?
Puddles...
how many times have I told
you, no peeing in the tent.
Ow!
(woman sighing)
(barking)
Oh, don't you get sassy
with me, young man.
(whines)
(chuckles lightly)
(dog barking)
(screaming)
(dog barking)
How are you feeling, Lieutenant?
Like I've been run
over by a tank, sir...
a big one.
Have they found Yankee?
Not yet, but
we're still looking.
This must be pretty serious
for an admiral
to get involved...
sir.
Son, don't let these
stories scare you.
Just relax, tell me
what you can remember.
Anything will help.
We were in a pretty
nasty storm, sir.
I was getting bounced
around real bad.
I must have blacked out.
Next thing I remember
is a bright light
and these people
were standing over me
and my head was pounding
like it was about to explode.
One of them sticks me
with something like a needle.
I can't even remember what
order things happened in.
It's like my sense of time
is all distorted, Admiral.
You don't remember how
you got to the campground?
No, sir.
One minute, I'm at 30,000 feet,
and the next, I'm...
wandering through some swamp.
And this woman,
she starts to scream
and... and this
dog's barking at me.
It was really weird.
Punching out of an airplane
can scramble your
noggin pretty good.
Do you remember seeing
Lieutenant Commander
Douglas' chute?
I'm afraid not, sir.
Hmm.
Notice anything unusual
about Commander
Douglas' behavior lately?
Now that you mention it,
he did seem a little moody,
like something
was bothering him.
I thought...
maybe he was just
having trouble at home.
The night before the flight,
he spent a couple
hours in the radio room,
said he had to talk to Lee,
his wife.
You have no idea
what they talked about?
Not offhand.
I know she had been
on him to get out.
She wanted him to
trade in his Tomcat
for a jumbo jet.
Yankee wanted no part of that.
He was too good a pilot
to be flying a bunch
of drunken tourists
around the friendly skies.
The papers
are talking about
UFOs and aliens.
You heal yourself up
and try not to punch out
of any more airplanes.
Will do, sir.
(clears throat)
Oh, Lieutenant,
if you get a visit from
any strangers in black suits
and sunglasses,
don't talk to them.
Aye, aye, sir.
(sighs)
RADIOWOMAN: This is AIRCOM.
Stand by to trap Search One.
RADIOMAN: Search
Three, we are go for launch.
RABB: Yankee's RIO
told Admiral Chegwidden
that Commander Douglas spent
the night before he disappeared
in this radio room. Yes, sir.
He had me call his
wife... seven times.
Seven times?
Yes, ma'am. I kept getting
her answering machine.
He never reached her?
No, sir.
What about after
you went off duty?
No, I was the only one on
duty until he launched, sir.
(knock on door)
Major? Commander?
MacKENZIE: What's up, Bud?
I think you better have
a look at something.
I accessed Commander
Douglas' on-line software
just to see if there
was any recent e-mail.
He also bookmarked
his favorite web sites
so I checked those out as well.
Most of them are
news and science
except for this one.
(music playing)
MacKENZIE: The Freedom Brethren?
Looks like a
hard-core militia group.
Yeah, I downloaded
this from Navy intel.
They're led by a radical
named Jack Lambert,
a former army reservist.
RABB: They call
themselves patriots,
but they could be
homegrown terrorists.
Having visited a web
site on the Internet,
there's no proof that
Commander Douglas
was a card-carrying member
of some radical militia group.
It's definitely worth
a second look.
Bud, did you get ahold
of Mrs. Douglas yet?
No, sir. She's been
incommunicado
since the Navy informed her of
her husband's disappearance.
It's about time she
became communicado.
You and I are taking a trip.
Yes, sir.
I'll stay aboard until
they clear the search area
and contact NCIS, see
if they have anything
on a militia group
within the crew.
Good plan.
Have a safe flight back, Bud.
Ugh! I forgot we had to fly.
Would you rather
we sailed back, Bud?
Ah, no, sir.
Ships go down
just as easily here.
The tanker ship,
Marine Sulphur Queen,
she disappeared with a
crew of 45 men in 1963.
Even the nuclear
submarine, The Scorpion
went down with a crew of 99...
This is going to be a long trip.
ROBERTS: Ships just
don't have a chance.
Okay, I bite.
Excuse me, sir?
Abductee's Survival Manual?
It's a compilation
of personal accounts
of actual survivors.
Survivors of what?
Alien abductions?
Alien abductions.
Don't you believe
in the possibility
of life on other planets, sir?
A life maybe.
Flying saucers, stealing
cows and hillbillies?
I don't think so, Bud.
I believe in things
you can see,
smell, taste, touch.
There were a rash
of UFO sightings
all along the Florida coast
the night that Commander
Douglas disappeared.
So now you think they
were abducted by aliens?
There is a theory that the
Bermuda Triangle contains
what's called a "blue hole."
It's like a space warp
and the aliens
use it like a portal.
And sometimes they'll
take humans back with them.
Take them back for what?
Experimentation,
hybrid breeding...
things I don't even
want to think about, sir.
How many of these brain
nuts are you eating a day, Bud?
Power-nuts, sir.
Power-nuts.
Door's open, sir.
Hello?
Well, it looks like somebody
was here this morning.
If they were, they
were drinking sour milk.
Ooh!
Oh, that's sour all right.
It looks like they've
been gone for a few days.
They left in a hurry.
(tape rewinding)
(answering machine beeps)
YANKEE: Lee, are you there?
If you're there, please
answer the phone.
(answering machine beeps) Sir.
As soon as you get this message,
call me on the ship, honey.
I need to talk to you.
(answering machine beeps)
Lee, it's me again.
Please call the ship.
I'll go check in the back.
(answering machine beeps)
No one's here, sir.
Better call NCIS, Bud.
Tell them to get a forensics
team out here ASAP.
As of now, I want this place
treated like a crime scene.
Aye, aye, sir.
ENSIGN: Excuse me, Major,
but you have a shore-to-ship call
from Commander Rabb.
I'm having it
transferred down here.
Thanks.
Hello.
RABB: Mac, we got a situation.
Looks like Douglas' wife
and child left in a hurry,
possibly against their wishes.
An abduction?
Appears that way.
The place has been roughed up.
No one's seen them in days.
And the girl hasn't
been in school all week.
First Commander Douglas
disappears, and then his family.
Yeah, only he left with a
fully armed $40 million aircraft.
And you think it has something
to do with the Freedom Brethren?
It's a strong possibility.
The only way a militia group
could get an F-14
would be to steal one.
Yeah, or force someone
to steal it for them.
What better way than
to kidnap a man's family?
Yeah, but why wouldn't
he say something about it?
My guess would be they
threatened to kill his family
if he didn't cooperate.
I'll alert the admiral
to the possibility
the F-14 didn't crash.
You do the same
with the skipper. Right.
Sir, if Yankee
did steal the
airplane, where is it?
I mean, the F-14's
a really big bird.
He'd need 6,000 feet of runway
just to land and take off again.
Bud, can you get me a
list of the UFO sightings
along the Florida coast?
Do you mean it, sir?
Uh, yeah.
What's wrong?
This is where I type
in my secret password.
I'm in.
Is there any specific sighting
you had in mind, Commander?
Did anybody get any photos?
Yes, sir.
I'll pull the best
one up right now.
There it is.
Bud, we need to find
the person who took this photo.
His name is Oppenheimer, sir.
You know him?
Not personally.
Just from the Net.
Do you really think
this has something to do
with Commander
Douglas' disappearance?
Bud, I think it has
everything to do
with Commander
Dougla" disappearance.
Look at the photo.
Two blue UFOs, yes, sir.
Bud, the two blue
spheres are afterburners.
RABB: Bud, they said
they'd be here at 11:00.
They'll be here, sir.
It's ten to 12:00.
Ten to 12:00?
Aw, man!
Don't take it so personally.
It's not that, sir.
I promised Harriet
that I'd call her tonight,
and in all the
confusion, I totally forgot.
I'm sure she'll forgive you.
I hope so.
You two are getting
pretty serious.
I guess so.
I think she took her new job
with the Inspector General
so we could spend
more time together.
You're not sure?
I mean, that's what she told me,
but I never really know
what a woman's thinking.
Probably just as well.
(chuckles lightly)
And even when they
tell you something,
they reserve the right
to change their
mind at any time.
It's that woman's
prerogative thing.
I mean, what's up with that?
I hate that. God, I hate that.
It's like, I asked
Major MacKenzie
if she was going to be
leaving JAG, you know,
because I've seen the way
she looks at Dalton Lowne,
and she said no, but she
could change her mind
at the drop of a hat.
She's not going anywhere, Bud.
(snickers)
You know, I'm
certain Lieutenant Pike
and Lieutenant Austin told
you the exact same thing
before they transferred.
I mean, let's face
it, Commander.
You've had lousy
luck with women.
Partners.
The female JAG officers
you've been with...
in the workplace, sir.
Whoa!
Whoa.
Shh! The giant is sleeping.
He dreams of bigger shoes.
Okay. Okay.
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb,
this is Oppenheimer
and Einstein.
I'm Einstein. He's Oppenheimer.
Those aren't our real names.
Really?
EINSTEIN: It's for
your own protection.
Protection from what?
Please.
(whispering)
Bud.
Bud, are they taking
us there or not?
Yes, sir, but they
want to blindfold you.
You've got to be kidding me.
Sir, they wanted to
put you in the trunk.
Forget about it.
No way. No blindfolds.
Forget about it.
No.
OPPENHEIMER:
Turn right here and stop.
I peeked. Twice.
Why didn't they make
you wear a blindfold?
Oh, I was driving, sir.
This is where we
took the photograph.
The UFOs...
came from the east
and disappeared
over those trees.
Those weren't UFOs, guys.
The blue spheres you saw
were afterburners
from an F-14 Tomcat.
Right, right. I got you.
And Roswell was
a weather balloon.
I'm telling you the truth.
No. There were at least
12 other sightings that night
from here to Percane Valley.
How far is that?
Guys...
you already let the
cat out of the bag.
What the hell difference does it
make if we know where we are?
You'd understand our
hesitation, sir, if you realized
how extensive this
cover-up really is.
What cover-up?
No. No, no.
We said too much already.
Look, boys, I tell you
what I'm going to do.
You help us, and I will give you
a personalized tour
of the Pentagon.
I'll even take you
to sub-level two,
beyond the purple water cooler.
Sir...
Bud, this is big.
What do you say?
Okay, here's where we are.
Percane Valley is
about 38 miles south
of the South Carolina-
Georgia border here.
Any airstrips in this area?
WOMAN: Ship-to-shore operator.
This is Commander Rabb.
I want to make a
person-to-person call
to Major MacKenzie
aboard the USS Coral Sea.
Thank you.
This is Major MacKenzie.
Mac, it's Harm.
I need you to locate
an airstrip for me
large enough to land a Tomcat.
It's within a 50-mile radius
of the Percane
Valley in Georgia.
Start with the DEA.
They may know of
some airstrips in this area
used by drug dealers.
If no joy there,
call Webb... Have
his friends at the CIA
pull up some photos of the area.
And if he doesn't
want to help us?
Remind him that recovering
a $40 million Tomcat
will look great on his resume.
Bud and I are headed there now.
I drugged Bubba's coffee.
He was out when I landed.
They made it look
like he punched out
and then they set him loose.
(sighs)
He'll be fine.
Murray, how could you do this?
I had no choice, Lee!
They had you and Kimmy.
And now what?
Now what are you going to do?
I'm going to fly a hop for them
but... then we all
get to go home.
Promise, Daddy?
Yeah.
What kind of hop?
What are they making you do?
It doesn't matter, Lee.
My navy career is over.
It was over the moment
I stole that Tomcat.
All I want to do now
is get you and Kimmy
out of here, get you home.
Showtime, Commander.
Save the hugs and
kisses for your return.
Bingo.
When will he make intercept?
In 13 minutes.
What do we do
about the wife and kid?
Bury them in the woods.
Alive?
I'm not heartless,
Dobbs. Kill them first.
(chuckles)
(automatic gunfire)
Use it or lose it.
Bud.
Stay with them until
the area's secured.
Aye, aye, sir.
Face down!
On the ground! On the ground!
Sir, corpsmen are checking
Mrs. Douglas and the girl.
They look like they're
going to be all right,
but they're worried
about the commander.
So am I.
It's the fly route from
Jericho to Washington.
Arafat's due in this morning
for a peace summit with Israel.
You don't think
Commander Douglas
is going to shoot
Arafat down, do you, sir?
That's exactly what I think
he's being forced to do, Bud.
We got to stop him, sir.
The USS Coral Sea
is launching right
now to do that.
They're going to shoot him down?
If necessary.
RADIOMAN: Yankee,
this is the Coral Sea.
Your family is safe.
Repeat: Your family is safe.
Come home to the nest. Over.
Why isn't he answering, sir?
Sir, you may want to
take a look at these.
Sir...
You pulled his radio?!
Sir, no. Don't!
It doesn't matter anyway.
He'll never pull the trigger.
And why is that?
'Cause he's a naval aviator,
something you wannabes
would never understand.
He stole an F-14
to save his family.
He'll pull the trigger.
HOBO: I got him.
Are you sure it's him?
It's got to be.
60 miles out, bearing 010.
Two targets: a commercial
airliner squawking at Angels 3-0
and an unidentified
bogie climbing on his six.
Give him a call.
They told us he
doesn't have a radio.
Give him a call anyway.
Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.
Do you copy? Over.
Yankee. Yankee, please respond.
Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.
Do you copy? Over.
Yankee. Yankee, please respond.
They know he
doesn't have a radio.
They're hoping for a miracle.
Arm the Phoenix?
Negative. It may lock
on the passenger jet.
We'll close and use Fox One.
We got a lock, Monk.
Don't do it, Yankee.
Monk!
I can't do it.
He's breaking off!
He's breaking off!
I repeat: Yankee One
has broken contact
with civilian aircraft!
I'll bring him home.
(sighs)
I think you just got
your miracle, sir.
Yeah.
Kim...
Lee...
Safe. Kim and Lee are safe?
(crying): God!
MONK: He read it?
He read it.
Coral Sea, this is Yankee Two.
Yankee One has
joined on my wing.
We're coming home.
(cheering)
Let Mrs. Douglas know
the good news, Bud.
With pleasure, sir.
Never underestimate
the integrity
of a naval aviator.
back there, Bubba?
Bubba?
Sorry, Yankee, this, uh...
thunder bumper is
rocking me to sleep.
Well, try and stay awake
for the rest of the tour.
Monk, this is Yankee.
How do you read? Over.
This is Monk. Loud and clear.
Go ahead, Yankee.
We're going to
climb to Angels 4-0...
See if we can't top
out of this mess.
Roger that, Yankee.
We're tucked in close.
You heard the man, Hobo.
Let's get on top.
Roger that.
Yankee flight.
Burners... now!
(thunder crashing)
Yankee, one from two.
Lost visual contact.
Coming right three zero degrees.
Yankee, we have lost contact.
Say position, over.
Where'd he go, Hobo?
I don't know, Monk.
He just... vanished.
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.
Doughnut?
Power-nut.
Excuse me?
Uh, not you, sir. The doughnut.
It's a power-nut.
No fat, 100% pure whole wheat.
What about the powdered sugar?
Well, it's a sugar substitute
packed with 30 essential
vitamins and minerals
including ginko biloba.
Kinko bulblah-blah?
Ginko biloba, sir.
It's a brain food.
Oh, yeah?
What's JAG manual
chapter two, section B,
subsection 0235?
Well, 0235, sir,
that is... uh...
Accidental or
intentional flooding
of a ship.
Better have another
brain nut, Bud.
Power-nut, sir.
(softly): Power-nut!
Bud.
Yes, sir.
Who's that in Mac's office?
That's Dalton Lowne, sir,
of Lowell, Hanson and Lowne,
one of the biggest
law firms in Virginia.
Oh, yeah?
Who's he representing?
I don't think he's
representing anyone, sir.
I think he's recruiting.
Any word on the missing F-14?
No, sir.
It just vanished...
inside the Bermuda Triangle.
(laughing)
CHEGWIDDEN: Plane
went off radar at 0530 Zulu.
They were flying
through bad weather,
but the pilot and his RIO
were experienced crew.
We don't know
much more than that.
Search team still hasn't found
any signs of the
aircraft or her crew, sir.
Have the families been notified?
They're trying to
reach them now.
The Tomcat had
live missiles on it.
I want you two to
report to USS Coral Sea.
Find out what happened.
Wrap it up before
I have to watch it
as a movie of the week.
(sighs)
So, uh...
what's up with Dalton Lowne?
Why do you ask about Dalton?
Just curious.
We went out a few
times, had dinner.
He's a nice guy.
Oh, yeah?
We're just friends.
Are you jealous?
Please...
He drives a Porsche.
I fly Tomcats.
You are jealous.
Uh, sir, ma'am...
I just pulled some
information off the Internet.
Do you realize how
many ships and planes
have mysteriously disappeared
in the Bermuda Triangle
in the last 50 years?
Do you realize how many haven't?
Uh, not offhand, ma'am.
Bud, there's no such thing
as the Bermuda Triangle.
It's a myth.
You better hope so.
Why is that, sir?
We're joining the search.
(weak chuckle)
You're going into
the Bermuda Triangle.
You're coming, too, Bud.
Relax, Bud.
Dozens of ships and planes
fly through that area every day.
It's one of the most
beautiful parts of the Atlantic.
(thunder crashing)
Are you okay, Bud?
If this is the most
beautiful part
of the Atlantic, Major,
I don't want to see the worst.
(thunder crashing)
WOMAN: Welcome aboard
the Coral Sea, sirs, ma'am.
Ensign, nice
weather you're having.
Actually, it was nice,
sir, until we entered
the Black Water.
"Black Water"?
That's what some
of the old-timers
call this place, Commander.
I think it's a bunch
of bunk myself.
And don't mind that.
The engineers have been
having some problems
with the electrical
systems all morning.
ENSIGN: Captain.
Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie
are here to see you.
At ease. I wish we were meeting
under better circumstances.
So do we, sir.
Have you had any luck locating
the plane or her crew, sir?
No. We have found neither
the plane nor the crew.
But we are not leaving this
part of the ocean until we do.
I'm counting on you,
Commander Rabb
to provide me with answers.
We'll do our best, Captain.
Dismissed.
We knew we were flying
through bad weather.
We didn't expect
it to be that bad.
Any chance of a
lightning strike?
Definitely.
It was pretty nasty.
That's why Yankee...
Commander Douglas...
Decided to take the high
road and fly out of the storm.
And that's when you lost him?
Yes, Major.
I was following
him when I lost him.
I veered off to avoid
a possible wing strike,
as per standard
operating procedure,
but I lost him when
he went off radar.
Did he maintain radio contact?
Not after he went
off the screen.
I tried to contact him,
but he didn't answer.
Do you think he hit the water?
It's possible, but we
were at 38,000 feet.
It's as if he just...
Disappeared.
One second he was on my screen
and the next minute he wasn't.
Could the storm have interfered
with the radar equipment?
Maybe... if we'd
suffered a lightning strike,
but we didn't.
What do you think
happened, Lieutenant?
I don't know, sir. I've flown
with Commander Douglas before
and Yankee was one of the best.
Hopefully, he still is.
Yes, ma'am.
I didn't mean it
in the past tense.
Just something like this
tends to rattle you a bit.
Some of the other guys
are a little spooked, too.
Every time an aircraft goes up,
there's a chance
it's going to crash.
Crashing is one
thing, Commander.
Disappearing is another.
(thunder crashing)
ROBERTS: Did
you know the reports
of weird occurrences
in the Bermuda Triangle
date back to the 15th century?
Even Columbus reported
seeing weird lights in this area
and problems with his compass.
Christopher
Columbus also thought
he was in the East Indies
when he landed in America.
That might explain the
problems with his compass.
Hey, Ripley...
have you found anything
on his computer yet?
No, sir. Not anything
out of the ordinary.
Just letters back
to his wife and
daughter, Lee and Kim.
Anything in the letters?
No. Just that he
misses them a lot.
Ahh...
Well...
What is it?
I think it's Honduran.
It is definitely Honduran.
March, maybe April.
It's definitely
the spring of '95.
They had a lot
of rain that year.
All right, knock
it off, Sherlock.
(deep groaning)
RABB: Whoa!
MAN (over P.A.):
General quarters...
We're changing course.
They must have found something.
(alarm blaring)
Ensign, what's going on?
Oceanographic anomaly, sir.
(over P.A.): All hands,
man your stations.
(thunder crashing)
(wind whipping loudly)
Wow!
Well put, Lieutenant.
Not many people get
to see a water spout
this close.
Is it any threat to us?
I like to think not, but I
prefer to err on the side
of caution when
dealing with such things.
One of those can tear
apart a smaller vessel
and suck it right under.
What about a plane?
Not at 38,000 feet, Bud.
What if Yankee was lower?
What if he dropped
below the storm
and ran into that?
(thunder crashing)
ROBERTS: The earliest
recorded disappearance
of a United States vessel
inside the Bermuda Triangle
goes way back to March, 1918.
The USS Cyclops
vanished without a trace.
The same thing's
been known to happen
to superstitious lieutenants.
Tiner just faxed me
these newspaper headlines
from Admiral
Chegwidden's office.
(MacKenzie reading headlines)
Where do they come
up with this stuff?
The same place they get stories
about Bigfoot babies
and Elvis sightings.
Washington, however,
is taking it very seriously...
The suicide militia
angles, anyway.
Every time someone in
the military loses a sock,
they blame a militia
group. Do you think a storm
that's strong enough
to create a waterspout
could've knock that
plane out of the sky?
F-14s are designed to fly
through hurricanes
if they have to.
Mac, you should continue to
interview the rest of the crew.
See if you can
find any connection
between the militia group
and the suicide attempt.
Bud, I also want to
speak to Yankee's wife.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to see if I can
find this missing aircraft.
WOMAN: As you can see
from our tapes, Commander,
our radar record
confirms Monk's report.
The two aircrafts were
in a major storm system.
At 0033 hours, we see
them alter course slightly
and start gaining altitude.
That's when Yankee
gave the order to get on top.
Yes, sir.
A few seconds pass
and you see Yankee's
plane veer off course.
That's when his
wingman lost him.
Yes, sir. They dropped
off the ship's radar as well,
but we received this
tape from the Pave Paws
at Eglin Air Force
base about an hour ago.
Their over-the-horizon
backscatter radar
has a range of over 3,000 miles.
They tracked him for
an additional 12 minutes.
Apparently, he dropped
back through the storm
and started running
north along the coast.
RABB: If a lightning strike
knocked out their instruments,
the only thing he'd
have to navigate by
would be land features.
His flight pattern
did seem to suggest
he was looking for something.
As you can see
here, he starts circling.
RABB: If he knew he couldn't
make it back to the ship,
his only hope would be
an emergency landing.
Once he located the coast,
he'd start searching
for a runway.
He didn't land, sir.
At 0043, his flight pattern
suddenly went haywire.
It's as if nobody's
flying the aircraft.
Our last position is nearly
a hundred miles out to sea.
My guess is, they hit the water.
MacKENZIE: How long
have you known Yankee?
I've been his plane captain
since he arrived aboard, ma'am.
I miss him. He's not
like the other pilots.
How so?
He talks to the enlisted men,
although I think that's on account
of us having a better poker game.
We play strictly
for fun, of course.
Of course.
So, Yankee's a bit of a gambler.
Oh, Major, I... I don't care
about your poker games,
Petty Officer Riggs.
I just want to know more
about Commander Douglas.
Listen, let's just
say he wasn't afraid
to lay down a little wager...
Or a big one, for that matter.
You know these
fighter jocks, ma'am.
They're not afraid
to take a risk.
He ever talk about his personal
life... problems at home?
Hard to have problems at home,
ma'am, when you're never there.
Ever hear any rumors about
him being part of a militia group?
No, ma'am. Personally,
I think militia groups
are more of an army problem.
It's easy for a group of
redneck army washouts
to grab a bunch of rifles, paint
their pickup trucks camouflage,
call themselves a militia group.
What are sailors going to do...
Mount a 50-cal
on their bass boat?
I guess you have a point
there, Petty Officer Riggs.
PILOT: Coral Sea,
this is Search One.
Do you copy? Over.
RADIOMAN: This is Coral Sea.
Go ahead, Search One.
PILOT: We've completed
search area Delta-seven.
Proceeding to Echo-one. Over.
RADIOMAN: Copy that, Search One.
Coral Sea out.
MONK (on tape): Yankee,
we have lost contact.
Say position. Over.
Where'd he go, Hobo?
HOBO: I don't know, Monk.
He just... vanished.
(turns off tape)
Radar records support
these radio tapes.
The ship tracked them for
another couple of minutes
and then... (snaps fingers)
One moment he was
there, the next, he was gone.
Just like Flight 19.
What's Flight 19?
Please, don't encourage him.
In 1945, there was
a training squadron
with five Navy torpedo
bombers leaving Ft. Lauderdale
on a routine run.
All five planes and 14 crewmen
disappeared.
They sent a seaplane
out to look for them.
That disappeared, too.
You see what you've done now?
I'm going to have to listen
to conspiracy theories
the rest of the evening.
It's not just me, sir.
People are talking
on the Internet.
They're speculating that
Yankee purposely flew below radar
so he could steal the
plane and attack the prison
where Timothy McVeigh
is awaiting execution.
That's ridiculous.
There's also talk
that the plane was destroyed
by a giant waterspout
created by a
top-secret navy weapon
that can control the weather.
That's just a rumor.
Which also happens to be true.
What do you mean, sir?
Operation Whirlpool.
It's a top-secret procedure
where half a dozen
Seawolf-class submarines
move in counterclockwise
circles around and around
creating a Coriolis vortex
that can suck down
a ship or a plane
like a rubber duck
down a bathtub drain.
Are you mocking me, sir?
He's just trying to help, Harm.
Theories are helpful.
Old Twilight Zone
episodes are not.
MacKENZIE: You
waiting for the captain
to turn on the "smoking" lamp?
How'd you find me?
Where else would I find
a former Tomcat pilot?
Flying tourists to Hawaii?
Yeah. That'll be the day.
He may still be out
there somewhere, Mac.
Commander Douglas
or your father?
Commander Douglas.
You think I'm obsessing
about my dad
since I found
that list, don't you?
No. You were obsessing
before you found the list,
and you have every right, Harm.
Learning the North Vietnamese
sent him to Russia
only intensified it.
I just hope you realize
that if we find
Commander Douglas,
it isn't going to give you
closure with your father.
Only finding my
dad will do that.
Well, you're not alone, Harm.
In one way or another,
we're all searching
for something.
Oh, yeah?
What are you searching for?
What every woman wants:
A great career
a good man, and...
comfortable shoes...
Lots and lots of them.
Is that where Dalton
Lowne comes in?
Are you kidding? His
shoes are way too big.
I mean, have you seen
the size of that man's feet?
I just hope you're not going
to do something stupid, Mac.
Why, Harm? Are you afraid
you're going to lose me?
I just...
(sighing)
hate having to break in
new partners, you know?
You know, for a second there,
I thought we were going
to have a Hallmark moment.
You know, when the
admiral first told me
he was partnering me
with a Marine Major,
I had these visions
of a tattooed jarhead
challenging me to arm wrestling
at lunch hour.
Well, I do have a tattoo, I'm
a pretty good arm wrestler,
and, although I
don't like the term,
I am technically a jarhead.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back up.
You have a tattoo?
How come I've never seen it?
I mean, where would
one find this tattoo?
I'm afraid that's classified
information, Commander.
Oh, yeah?
You have tattoos?
Puddles...
how many times have I told
you, no peeing in the tent.
Ow!
(woman sighing)
(barking)
Oh, don't you get sassy
with me, young man.
(whines)
(chuckles lightly)
(dog barking)
(screaming)
(dog barking)
How are you feeling, Lieutenant?
Like I've been run
over by a tank, sir...
a big one.
Have they found Yankee?
Not yet, but
we're still looking.
This must be pretty serious
for an admiral
to get involved...
sir.
Son, don't let these
stories scare you.
Just relax, tell me
what you can remember.
Anything will help.
We were in a pretty
nasty storm, sir.
I was getting bounced
around real bad.
I must have blacked out.
Next thing I remember
is a bright light
and these people
were standing over me
and my head was pounding
like it was about to explode.
One of them sticks me
with something like a needle.
I can't even remember what
order things happened in.
It's like my sense of time
is all distorted, Admiral.
You don't remember how
you got to the campground?
No, sir.
One minute, I'm at 30,000 feet,
and the next, I'm...
wandering through some swamp.
And this woman,
she starts to scream
and... and this
dog's barking at me.
It was really weird.
Punching out of an airplane
can scramble your
noggin pretty good.
Do you remember seeing
Lieutenant Commander
Douglas' chute?
I'm afraid not, sir.
Hmm.
Notice anything unusual
about Commander
Douglas' behavior lately?
Now that you mention it,
he did seem a little moody,
like something
was bothering him.
I thought...
maybe he was just
having trouble at home.
The night before the flight,
he spent a couple
hours in the radio room,
said he had to talk to Lee,
his wife.
You have no idea
what they talked about?
Not offhand.
I know she had been
on him to get out.
She wanted him to
trade in his Tomcat
for a jumbo jet.
Yankee wanted no part of that.
He was too good a pilot
to be flying a bunch
of drunken tourists
around the friendly skies.
The papers
are talking about
UFOs and aliens.
You heal yourself up
and try not to punch out
of any more airplanes.
Will do, sir.
(clears throat)
Oh, Lieutenant,
if you get a visit from
any strangers in black suits
and sunglasses,
don't talk to them.
Aye, aye, sir.
(sighs)
RADIOWOMAN: This is AIRCOM.
Stand by to trap Search One.
RADIOMAN: Search
Three, we are go for launch.
RABB: Yankee's RIO
told Admiral Chegwidden
that Commander Douglas spent
the night before he disappeared
in this radio room. Yes, sir.
He had me call his
wife... seven times.
Seven times?
Yes, ma'am. I kept getting
her answering machine.
He never reached her?
No, sir.
What about after
you went off duty?
No, I was the only one on
duty until he launched, sir.
(knock on door)
Major? Commander?
MacKENZIE: What's up, Bud?
I think you better have
a look at something.
I accessed Commander
Douglas' on-line software
just to see if there
was any recent e-mail.
He also bookmarked
his favorite web sites
so I checked those out as well.
Most of them are
news and science
except for this one.
(music playing)
MacKENZIE: The Freedom Brethren?
Looks like a
hard-core militia group.
Yeah, I downloaded
this from Navy intel.
They're led by a radical
named Jack Lambert,
a former army reservist.
RABB: They call
themselves patriots,
but they could be
homegrown terrorists.
Having visited a web
site on the Internet,
there's no proof that
Commander Douglas
was a card-carrying member
of some radical militia group.
It's definitely worth
a second look.
Bud, did you get ahold
of Mrs. Douglas yet?
No, sir. She's been
incommunicado
since the Navy informed her of
her husband's disappearance.
It's about time she
became communicado.
You and I are taking a trip.
Yes, sir.
I'll stay aboard until
they clear the search area
and contact NCIS, see
if they have anything
on a militia group
within the crew.
Good plan.
Have a safe flight back, Bud.
Ugh! I forgot we had to fly.
Would you rather
we sailed back, Bud?
Ah, no, sir.
Ships go down
just as easily here.
The tanker ship,
Marine Sulphur Queen,
she disappeared with a
crew of 45 men in 1963.
Even the nuclear
submarine, The Scorpion
went down with a crew of 99...
This is going to be a long trip.
ROBERTS: Ships just
don't have a chance.
Okay, I bite.
Excuse me, sir?
Abductee's Survival Manual?
It's a compilation
of personal accounts
of actual survivors.
Survivors of what?
Alien abductions?
Alien abductions.
Don't you believe
in the possibility
of life on other planets, sir?
A life maybe.
Flying saucers, stealing
cows and hillbillies?
I don't think so, Bud.
I believe in things
you can see,
smell, taste, touch.
There were a rash
of UFO sightings
all along the Florida coast
the night that Commander
Douglas disappeared.
So now you think they
were abducted by aliens?
There is a theory that the
Bermuda Triangle contains
what's called a "blue hole."
It's like a space warp
and the aliens
use it like a portal.
And sometimes they'll
take humans back with them.
Take them back for what?
Experimentation,
hybrid breeding...
things I don't even
want to think about, sir.
How many of these brain
nuts are you eating a day, Bud?
Power-nuts, sir.
Power-nuts.
Door's open, sir.
Hello?
Well, it looks like somebody
was here this morning.
If they were, they
were drinking sour milk.
Ooh!
Oh, that's sour all right.
It looks like they've
been gone for a few days.
They left in a hurry.
(tape rewinding)
(answering machine beeps)
YANKEE: Lee, are you there?
If you're there, please
answer the phone.
(answering machine beeps) Sir.
As soon as you get this message,
call me on the ship, honey.
I need to talk to you.
(answering machine beeps)
Lee, it's me again.
Please call the ship.
I'll go check in the back.
(answering machine beeps)
No one's here, sir.
Better call NCIS, Bud.
Tell them to get a forensics
team out here ASAP.
As of now, I want this place
treated like a crime scene.
Aye, aye, sir.
ENSIGN: Excuse me, Major,
but you have a shore-to-ship call
from Commander Rabb.
I'm having it
transferred down here.
Thanks.
Hello.
RABB: Mac, we got a situation.
Looks like Douglas' wife
and child left in a hurry,
possibly against their wishes.
An abduction?
Appears that way.
The place has been roughed up.
No one's seen them in days.
And the girl hasn't
been in school all week.
First Commander Douglas
disappears, and then his family.
Yeah, only he left with a
fully armed $40 million aircraft.
And you think it has something
to do with the Freedom Brethren?
It's a strong possibility.
The only way a militia group
could get an F-14
would be to steal one.
Yeah, or force someone
to steal it for them.
What better way than
to kidnap a man's family?
Yeah, but why wouldn't
he say something about it?
My guess would be they
threatened to kill his family
if he didn't cooperate.
I'll alert the admiral
to the possibility
the F-14 didn't crash.
You do the same
with the skipper. Right.
Sir, if Yankee
did steal the
airplane, where is it?
I mean, the F-14's
a really big bird.
He'd need 6,000 feet of runway
just to land and take off again.
Bud, can you get me a
list of the UFO sightings
along the Florida coast?
Do you mean it, sir?
Uh, yeah.
What's wrong?
This is where I type
in my secret password.
I'm in.
Is there any specific sighting
you had in mind, Commander?
Did anybody get any photos?
Yes, sir.
I'll pull the best
one up right now.
There it is.
Bud, we need to find
the person who took this photo.
His name is Oppenheimer, sir.
You know him?
Not personally.
Just from the Net.
Do you really think
this has something to do
with Commander
Douglas' disappearance?
Bud, I think it has
everything to do
with Commander
Dougla" disappearance.
Look at the photo.
Two blue UFOs, yes, sir.
Bud, the two blue
spheres are afterburners.
RABB: Bud, they said
they'd be here at 11:00.
They'll be here, sir.
It's ten to 12:00.
Ten to 12:00?
Aw, man!
Don't take it so personally.
It's not that, sir.
I promised Harriet
that I'd call her tonight,
and in all the
confusion, I totally forgot.
I'm sure she'll forgive you.
I hope so.
You two are getting
pretty serious.
I guess so.
I think she took her new job
with the Inspector General
so we could spend
more time together.
You're not sure?
I mean, that's what she told me,
but I never really know
what a woman's thinking.
Probably just as well.
(chuckles lightly)
And even when they
tell you something,
they reserve the right
to change their
mind at any time.
It's that woman's
prerogative thing.
I mean, what's up with that?
I hate that. God, I hate that.
It's like, I asked
Major MacKenzie
if she was going to be
leaving JAG, you know,
because I've seen the way
she looks at Dalton Lowne,
and she said no, but she
could change her mind
at the drop of a hat.
She's not going anywhere, Bud.
(snickers)
You know, I'm
certain Lieutenant Pike
and Lieutenant Austin told
you the exact same thing
before they transferred.
I mean, let's face
it, Commander.
You've had lousy
luck with women.
Partners.
The female JAG officers
you've been with...
in the workplace, sir.
Whoa!
Whoa.
Shh! The giant is sleeping.
He dreams of bigger shoes.
Okay. Okay.
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb,
this is Oppenheimer
and Einstein.
I'm Einstein. He's Oppenheimer.
Those aren't our real names.
Really?
EINSTEIN: It's for
your own protection.
Protection from what?
Please.
(whispering)
Bud.
Bud, are they taking
us there or not?
Yes, sir, but they
want to blindfold you.
You've got to be kidding me.
Sir, they wanted to
put you in the trunk.
Forget about it.
No way. No blindfolds.
Forget about it.
No.
OPPENHEIMER:
Turn right here and stop.
I peeked. Twice.
Why didn't they make
you wear a blindfold?
Oh, I was driving, sir.
This is where we
took the photograph.
The UFOs...
came from the east
and disappeared
over those trees.
Those weren't UFOs, guys.
The blue spheres you saw
were afterburners
from an F-14 Tomcat.
Right, right. I got you.
And Roswell was
a weather balloon.
I'm telling you the truth.
No. There were at least
12 other sightings that night
from here to Percane Valley.
How far is that?
Guys...
you already let the
cat out of the bag.
What the hell difference does it
make if we know where we are?
You'd understand our
hesitation, sir, if you realized
how extensive this
cover-up really is.
What cover-up?
No. No, no.
We said too much already.
Look, boys, I tell you
what I'm going to do.
You help us, and I will give you
a personalized tour
of the Pentagon.
I'll even take you
to sub-level two,
beyond the purple water cooler.
Sir...
Bud, this is big.
What do you say?
Okay, here's where we are.
Percane Valley is
about 38 miles south
of the South Carolina-
Georgia border here.
Any airstrips in this area?
WOMAN: Ship-to-shore operator.
This is Commander Rabb.
I want to make a
person-to-person call
to Major MacKenzie
aboard the USS Coral Sea.
Thank you.
This is Major MacKenzie.
Mac, it's Harm.
I need you to locate
an airstrip for me
large enough to land a Tomcat.
It's within a 50-mile radius
of the Percane
Valley in Georgia.
Start with the DEA.
They may know of
some airstrips in this area
used by drug dealers.
If no joy there,
call Webb... Have
his friends at the CIA
pull up some photos of the area.
And if he doesn't
want to help us?
Remind him that recovering
a $40 million Tomcat
will look great on his resume.
Bud and I are headed there now.
I drugged Bubba's coffee.
He was out when I landed.
They made it look
like he punched out
and then they set him loose.
(sighs)
He'll be fine.
Murray, how could you do this?
I had no choice, Lee!
They had you and Kimmy.
And now what?
Now what are you going to do?
I'm going to fly a hop for them
but... then we all
get to go home.
Promise, Daddy?
Yeah.
What kind of hop?
What are they making you do?
It doesn't matter, Lee.
My navy career is over.
It was over the moment
I stole that Tomcat.
All I want to do now
is get you and Kimmy
out of here, get you home.
Showtime, Commander.
Save the hugs and
kisses for your return.
Bingo.
When will he make intercept?
In 13 minutes.
What do we do
about the wife and kid?
Bury them in the woods.
Alive?
I'm not heartless,
Dobbs. Kill them first.
(chuckles)
(automatic gunfire)
Use it or lose it.
Bud.
Stay with them until
the area's secured.
Aye, aye, sir.
Face down!
On the ground! On the ground!
Sir, corpsmen are checking
Mrs. Douglas and the girl.
They look like they're
going to be all right,
but they're worried
about the commander.
So am I.
It's the fly route from
Jericho to Washington.
Arafat's due in this morning
for a peace summit with Israel.
You don't think
Commander Douglas
is going to shoot
Arafat down, do you, sir?
That's exactly what I think
he's being forced to do, Bud.
We got to stop him, sir.
The USS Coral Sea
is launching right
now to do that.
They're going to shoot him down?
If necessary.
RADIOMAN: Yankee,
this is the Coral Sea.
Your family is safe.
Repeat: Your family is safe.
Come home to the nest. Over.
Why isn't he answering, sir?
Sir, you may want to
take a look at these.
Sir...
You pulled his radio?!
Sir, no. Don't!
It doesn't matter anyway.
He'll never pull the trigger.
And why is that?
'Cause he's a naval aviator,
something you wannabes
would never understand.
He stole an F-14
to save his family.
He'll pull the trigger.
HOBO: I got him.
Are you sure it's him?
It's got to be.
60 miles out, bearing 010.
Two targets: a commercial
airliner squawking at Angels 3-0
and an unidentified
bogie climbing on his six.
Give him a call.
They told us he
doesn't have a radio.
Give him a call anyway.
Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.
Do you copy? Over.
Yankee. Yankee, please respond.
Yankee. Yankee, this is Hobo.
Do you copy? Over.
Yankee. Yankee, please respond.
They know he
doesn't have a radio.
They're hoping for a miracle.
Arm the Phoenix?
Negative. It may lock
on the passenger jet.
We'll close and use Fox One.
We got a lock, Monk.
Don't do it, Yankee.
Monk!
I can't do it.
He's breaking off!
He's breaking off!
I repeat: Yankee One
has broken contact
with civilian aircraft!
I'll bring him home.
(sighs)
I think you just got
your miracle, sir.
Yeah.
Kim...
Lee...
Safe. Kim and Lee are safe?
(crying): God!
MONK: He read it?
He read it.
Coral Sea, this is Yankee Two.
Yankee One has
joined on my wing.
We're coming home.
(cheering)
Let Mrs. Douglas know
the good news, Bud.
With pleasure, sir.
Never underestimate
the integrity
of a naval aviator.