JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 7 - Against All Enemies - full transcript

Reprisal, this is Big Eye.

Target drone is on station.

Range is clear.

You may launch intercept.

MAN 2: Reprisal, Hawkeye,

we've acquired the target,
switching to attack radar.

(beeping)

Target in sight,
armament master on.

MAN 1: Hawkeye flight, Big Eye.

We have an unidentified
civilian aircraft entering the range.

Sir, there's an
unidentified aircraft



in the missile test range.

Did you get an ID?

Big Eye's saying it's a
commercial passenger plane.

U.S. airline?

No, sir, according
to the signal code,

its North Korean.

What are they doing in
the middle of a test range?

I'll ask them, sir.

Negative. I don't
want them alerted

this was anything special.

Abort the missile test.

I'll alert the skipper.
Aye, aye, sir.

Hawkeye, Reprisal,
safety your missiles.

We have a civilian
airliner in the test range.



Repeat: safety your missiles.

We have a civilian airliner
in the test range. Over.

Reprisal, Hawkeye, flight
safetying master switch.

This is Hawkeye...
Missile fired, missile fired!

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

Oh, God.

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: A
marine F/A-18 squadron

deployed on the carrier Reprisal

was testing a new version
of the AMRAAM missile.

During the tests
one of the missiles

brought down a North
Korean civilian airliner.

MAN: Attention on deck!

As you were.

How many casualties, sir?

31. No survivors.

North Korean government
claims the aircraft

was on a trial run with
company executives.

Well, I suppose
they're blaming us.

It was our missile, Commander.

In an hour, the president

starts apologizing to
everyone on the planet.

The White House
has a lot of questions

and they want the answers.

What was a North Korean airliner

doing in a navy
test zone anyway?

That's one of the questions.

Probably drifted off course.

That's what the Captain
of the Reprisal thinks.

Well, what are the
North Koreans claiming?

That, uh, we were...

"Notified of the flight and
acted with malicious intent."

That's bull.

Uh, sir.

Didn't our radar detect
the North Korean plane?

Apparently it did, but not in
time to stop the missile launch.

Who's the skip of
the Reprisal, Admiral?

Captain Ray Hubbard.

Good man. Shiphandler.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Flight's at 1300.

I expect a preliminary report

in 36 hours. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander. Major.

If a naval officer...

Pilot or skipper... caused
the death of those civilians,

I expect you to find
the evidence to prove it.

Is that clear?

And if he didn't, sir?

Then there is a God.

Just what the Navy needs...

Another "incident."

Yeah, especially with
the North Koreans.

Sir, do you think they'll
retaliate at all, do you?

What do you mean?

Like shoot one of
our planes down?

Yeah, a plane or
a helicopter, or...

the one that's taking
us to the Reprisal?

Yes, sir.

Nah, I don't think so.

Although to be on the safe side,

I'd wear a flak jacket.

Bud, the flak jacket
idea is totally ridiculous.

You think so, Major?

Oh, absolutely.

Yeah. Me, too.

You'd do much better

sitting on your helmet.

Well, I guess that
cancels dinner.

Well, I'll freeze the steaks.

I'm going to miss you.

Me, too.

Call if you need anything?

Okay.

Bud?

Yeah?

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too.

I'm not the one

who needs to sit on his helmet.

I'll call when I get a chance.

Bud?

I don't suppose I could...

get a good-bye kiss, could I?

I... really don't think so.

I love you.

(chuckles lightly)

Gentlemen. Ma'am.
I'm Tim McGuss.

Captain Hubbard's
waiting for you

on the bridge.

Lay on, McGuss.

I get that a lot, sir.

It's nice to be
underway again, sir.

That it is, Bud.

Navair gave us the newest
version of the AMRAAM missile.

It's got a carbon composition
and a low-signature surface.

Invisible to radar.

Well, that's the
theory, Commander.

We were testing it
under combat conditions.

They were supposed to have
shot down an unmanned drone.

Captain, is there any doubt

our missile hit the
North Korean airliner?

CAG?

The missile had a locator.

If it went dumb,
landed in the ocean

we'd still be hearing
a signal. We're not.

We've got a salvage vessel

sailing for the
crash site right now.

Obviously, we'll know more
once the wreckage is recovered.

Where is the F/A-18 now, sir?

In the hangar bay.

Nobody's looked at it

or touched it, pending
your investigation

except the missile
rail's been detached.

Navair and Natops
are standing by.

CAG, who fired the missile, sir?

Captain Ryder was
flying the aircraft.

He said he didn't
fire the missile

and that it launched
for unexplained reasons.

Do you believe that, sir?

Well, I live in a
two-choice world, Major.

Either I'm a lousy CAG,
and my pilots lie to me,

or I believe them.

MAN 1: of test range. Over.

MAN 2: Reprisal, Hawkeye
flight, safetying master switch.

This is Hawkeye!

Missile fired, missile fired.

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

You didn't shut off your
armament master switch?

No, sir. I didn't get a chance.

The missile fired as
I was reaching for it.

I see you had some
problems back in the spring.

Your flight training scores
went down six weeks in a row.

A missed weapons
check... unsecured cockpit...

Yes, ma'am. My
performance took a nose-dive.

I requested temporary
removal from flight status.

At the time,

my brother was on medical leave.

He was at Portsmouth
Naval Hospital...

Cancer.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you, ma'am.

A month ago, you requested
to be put back on flight status.

After my brother

went into remission, yeah.

Captain Ryder, is it possible

you accidentally
fired the missile?

No, ma'am, it is not.

Well, somehow that
missile got fired, Captain.

I know... ma'am.

But not by me.

You know, back in the '80s
the navy had a T.F.O.A. Program

to explain situations
like this one.

T.F.O.A.?

"Things falling off aircraft."

(chuckling): Yeah.

Now, that's a good explanation

for getting around pilot error.

I'm not convinced
it's pilot error.

What else could it be?

I don't know yet.

MAN: Commander. Major.

Walt Rockwell,
communications officer.

Welcome aboard.
Thanks. Nice to meet you.

The North Koreans claim
their plane's flight plan

was sent to all the
ships in the area.

I checked our
communication logs.

Why do I get the feeling
you never received one?

You must have E.S.P.

You ever have
North Korean planes

fly through a test range before?

No. We never work
near regular flight regions.

After you.

MAN: Reprisal,
this is the Seastar.

We are onsite and
definitely pinging something

on the bottom at 100 fathoms.

Be advised we have company.

Two Huchon-class
destroyers are approaching.

We are now launching our
remote control camera unit.

HUBBARD: The Seastar
has located the wreckage

and has sent down
a camera probe.

She's also reporting

North Korean
destroyers on their way.

Flash message from
Seventh Fleet, sir.

All right, Seventh
Fleet has ordered us

to proceed to the salvage site

to ensure that the Koreans

don't interfere with
the recovery operation.

Gator, plot an intercept course

and time-to-station
at flank speed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, salvage vessel reports

the North Korean
cruiser Choson has fired

a warning shot across her bow.

HUBBARD: Bill, get a
section of tomcats up

to cover the salvaged
ship until we get there.

Yes, sir.

And send a message
to the North Koreans.

We are in international waters,

and we'll take any
measures necessary

to protect the interests
of the United States.

Send that right
now. Aye, aye, sir.

Gator, have you got
a solution for me yet?

Yes, sir. Heading
three-three-seven at 25 knots

will put us there in
14 hours, 20 minutes.

Make it so.

RABB: The amber symbol in
the middle is our salvage vessel.

ROBERTS: Those white ships ours?

Yeah. The red are
the North Koreans.

They say they'll open
fire if we stay in the area.

They're bluffing.

You think so?

HUBBARD: Captain Easy?

Have Commander
Rockwell radio our destroyers:

Protect the salvage vessel.

Shouldering is authorized.

Push the North Korean
ships aside if they won't move.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander, don't you have
an accident to investigate?

Yes, sir.

Then I suggest you get to it.

Aye, aye, sir. Let's go.

JAG officers
investigating the aircraft.

We looking for
anything in particular?

Maybe. I'll know
it when I find it.

The admiral wants a
report by 20:00, huh?

He'll have it.

Captain said they
removed the launch rails.

Oh. What?

Look at this.

Looks like scorch marks.

It is

from a burning missile engine.

When a missile
launches, it drops away

from the wing before
the engine ignites.

This missile ignited
before it left the wing.

Maybe the pilot fired it
and it ignited prematurely.

Maybe. Maybe something
else caused it to ignite.

I've worked with
Ordnance for 15 years.

I've dealt with every kind of
weapon the Marine Corps has.

You loaded the AMRAAMs
for the missile test?

I did.

Could there have been a
problem with the firing mechanism?

It was a prototype
missile, after all.

No, sir. The firing
mechanism was standard.

It was the missile skin
that was being tested.

Besides, we always
double-check everything.

We wouldn't want them
exploding and killing a pilot.

It's a terrible thing,
this airliner blowing up.

There's not a soul on
board that's not upset by it.

Gunner, you say there's no
way the missile was defective,

but there is
another possibility.

If you mean, "Was
it properly mounted?"

Yes, it was; I checked myself.

So why did it
ignite prematurely?

I can't explain it, Major.

I wish I could.

That's not an adequate
answer, Gunner.

It's the only one
I've got, ma'am.

Uh, Gunner, we'll
contact you if we have

any further
questions, thank you.

Yes, sir.

Take it easy, Mac.

We're not getting any answers.

All we're hearing
is, "I can't explain it."

Well, you're not going to get any
answers by bullying people, either.

Me? Bullying?

Didn't think it was
possible, did you?

No.

You know, you want to
wrap this thing up quickly

so you can go home.

I want to wrap this up quickly

so the admiral
can get his report.

We have six hours
and 22 minutes.

Mac, you want to go home.

You said so yourself.

I was just kidding
about that, Harm.

I don't know if it's
the sea you hate

or if it's that you
love Washington

or you just miss old Dalton
Lowne so doggone much...

Whoa! Stop right there.

Is that what this is all
about... Dalton Lowne?

And all the trappings a
lawyer like him represents.

And what is that?

Wealth, prestige,

a Porsche...

Everything you don't
get as a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, you're right.

I am interested in Dalton...

as a man

not as some hook
to a better career.

That is the stupidest
thing you have ever said.

All right. Okay.

Maybe I'm wrong.

You are.

(buzzing)

ROBERTS: There. That's it.

That quick "bzzt."

I hear it, but I
don't recognize it.

Let me stretch it out.

Any progress, Bud?

Yes, sir, you
should listen to this.

(typing)

(buzzing)

What is it, sir?

I think I know how the
missile was triggered.

That sound is radar
sweeping the Hornet.

Under some circumstances,
a strong radar signal

can short-circuit
a firing system

causing the missile motor

to ignite. Cause the
missile motor to ignite.

RABB: Did you hear the radar
sweep when you were flying?

RYDER: No, sir.

It must've gone by
so fast that I missed it.

Is it possible you
didn't mention it earlier

because it implicates
someone in your own squadron?

As I said, ma'am,

I didn't hear it.

If I had, I'd have told you.

Well, somebody lit up
your hornet, Captain.

Commercial airlines don't
have that kind of radar.

Yes, sir,

but I have no idea where
that radar came from.

And I assure you,
it did not come

from my squadron.

I'll stake my
reputation on that.

Let's see what your
fellow aviators have to say.

You're bulldozing, Mac.

Will you lighten up?

Try using a little finesse.

Coffee, sir? Ma'am?

RABB: Please.

(yelling)

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

Are you all right?
Here, let me...

It's all right. Thank you.

It's all right... no
permanent damage done.

WOMAN: I hope not, sir.

I am such a jerk.

You're sure you're all right?

This coffee is...

I know.

WOMAN: I'm so sorry.

RABB: It's all right. It's okay.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

No need for anything else.

Thanks.

Enjoying yourself?

CAG, your pilots are unanimous.

No one made a mistake.

No one hit anyone
else with their radar.

And I concur with that opinion.

We're all human, sir.

If I'd trained these
men, I'd feel the same.

Major, executing a mission
is like boiling an egg.

You don't wake up one day
and suddenly do it different.

Sir, you had four
aircraft in the air.

There were no
other planes around.

The ship's radar didn't
trigger that missile.

Conclusion: One of
your pilots is responsible

and isn't admitting it.

Quacks like a duck,

walks like a duck,

but this time it's a goose.

I have no idea where
that radar came from.

I know guys who'd give up
a month's pay for this duty.

You think you're too good
for the galley, don't you?

That's not true!
Don't interrupt me

when I'm talking to you.

Is there a problem in here?

Nothing I can't handle, Major.

MacKENZIE: We're trying to
conduct an interview in there.

Sorry, ma'am.

We're through.

Uh, you're not having a
very good day, are you?

Uh, no, ma'am, I'm not.

I'm Major MacKenzie.

You are?

Seaman Alice Tuppany, ma'am.

So what was that all about?

Nothing.

Just a slight disagreement.

Looked like

more than a disagreement to me.

The senior chief

was chewing your head off.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time, ma'am.

Oh?

Three days ago, middle
of my morning shift,

I leave the galley
for, like, 15 minutes.

It was nothing.

I was checking into C.I.C.

for training.

That's what I really
joined the Navy for.

I understand you'd want to
observe combat operations,

but leaving the galley
mid-shift is not a good idea.

I'm gone for, like, 15
minutes, and there's a fire

and the Senior Chief blames me.

Were you at fault?

No, ma'am, I was not.

Well, then why did he blame you?

'Cause I'm new or...

female.

Uh...

I'll talk to the Senior Chief.

Don't worry.

It's... it's what I do.

Thank you, ma'am.

ROBERTS: And I checked
with the air controllers,

and they claim that
North Korean flights

often deviate from
their regular flight paths

but that they always
send out notice.

Not this time.

No, sir.

Commander Rockwell checked
all the messages received

in the past 72 hours,

and there was no such notice.

Go back and recheck
the messages.

Yes, sir.

I'll need clearance from
Commander Rockwell.

I'll get it for you.

He's not going
to like that, sir.

Well, he'll do it anyway.

Have you seen my toothbrush?

I told you there was
no communication

regarding an altered
flight plan for the Koreans.

Then there should be no problem

with our checking the tapes.

My word or my competency?

Excuse me?

Which are you questioning?

My word

or my competency?

(chuckles)

Neither. Commander, I'm
trying to conduct an investigation.

Ah. So, how's the investigation

coming along?

It's going fine.

You know, as a class of
warriors, pilots are the best.

But you do tend to
take care of your own.

Do we?

I don't mean you personally
but it does make you wonder:

Where did that radar come from?

What makes you
think radar's the issue?

People talk.

No secrets here.

When you say that pilots
take care of their own

you have someone
specific in mind?

No.

Why would I want
to blame anyone?

I'll go to the com room,
get you those tapes.

I'll come with you.

I got to make a call anyway.

MAN: Reprisal, this is Friar.

Two more North Korean
frigates are entering

the search area.

MAN 2: Seastar, Reprisal.

Be advised two more North
Korean warships are approaching.

Continue salvage operation.

We'll provide air coverage

until surface units
reach you in 10 hours.

MAN 1: Roger, Reprisal.

We appreciate that.

Admiral. Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.

How are you, sir?

I'll be doing a whole
lot better, Commander,

when I get your report.

SECNAV is all over
my butt about this.

What do you have?

We suspect a radar pulse
caused the missile to fire.

We don't know where
that radar came from.

Was it pilot error?

Too soon to say, sir.

(sighs)

All right. Well, stay on it.

You need anything from this end?

A moment, sir.

Commander, can I have

a moment of privacy?

No can do, Commander.

You know no one's left
alone in the com room.

Admiral, I need service records

and fitness reports

from the four pilots who
were in the air at the time

and on the com officer,

Lieutenant Commander
Walter Rockwell.

All right. Anything else?

Yes, sir, can you find
out if any U.S. planes

were flying classified
missions in the area

when the missile was fired?

Done.

(indistinct radio communication)

Admiral, I'll have
to call you back.

(PA announcement):
Repeat, this is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

All hands, condition
three, condition three.

This is not a drill,
this is not a drill.

(soldiers shouting in distance)

The Captain of the Choson

has issued an ultimatum.

We are to leave the area by dawn

and take the salvage
vessel with us.

If we refuse, they
will consider it

an act of war.

RABB: Looks like they're playing

"Who's going to
blink first?", Skipper.

HUBBARD: It won't be us.

No, sir. I don't expect it will.

CAG, how many F-14s
do you have in the air?

Six, Skipper. Tell
Major Keneally

to make a low pass over
the bridge of the Choson.

Tell him a speed of
Mach 1.2 is recommended.

Aye, aye, sir.

That'll shake their fillings.

Panther, Reprisal.

You are granted permission
to boom the cruiser.

Reprisal, Panther,
Roger that, on our way.

(sonic boom)

Weather brief.
Comes in twice a day.

This one was at 0820 the
day before the missile test.

That's an outbound
transmission to our plane guard.

Time, 0909 same day.

Whoa...

Did you see that?

See what?

Well, looked like a... spike.

There. That.

What is it?

Looks like some kind of
compressed digital signal.

Like a burst transmission?

Mm-hmm. Pulse code modulated.

What's it from?

I don't know. It's unusual.

Signal's real strong... huh.

It's going to take
me a couple of hours

to break this down.

Maybe you'd like to go get

a cup of coffee... sir.

Oh... uh, yeah.

(sighs)

All right, bye.

( ringing)

Ensign Sims.

Harriet.

Bud! Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Good, good. How are you?

You're there so late.

Yeah, I had some cases to file.

Anyway, I had a feeling
that you might be calling.

Anyway, how are things?

How are things there?

Everything sounds so scary.

Well, we're at condition
three, but it's nothing.

Bud, you're breaking up.

What are you saying?

I said, it's nothing.

I heard the North Koreans
are threatening you.

Well, they basically
said to get out of town,

and the captain
told them to stick it,

and then he sonic boomed
one of the lead Korean ships.

This connection is terrible.

Bud, do you think there's
going to be fighting?

I don't know.

This connection is terrible.

Can you hear me?

I said, "I don't know."

Harriet, the reason I was
calling because I wanted...

Bud, I can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

What?

Look, Harriet, I
wanted to call to tell you

before anything happened

that... Harriet,
I love you, too.

Harriet?

Harriet?

Bud?

Ah, damn!

I heard you, Bud.

This girl left her duties.

Technically, that's
true, but you could have

let her go with a
reprimand, Senior Chief.

Why is JAG getting
involved in this anyway?

No, I'm here unofficially.

I'm just trying to
simplify the situation.

It's already simple.

If she had stayed
where she belonged,

there wouldn't
have been any fire.

She almost cost me my galley.

She says the fire
wasn't her fault.

That's irrelevant, Major.

She left her duties.

Okay, she made a
mistake, but captain's mast?

A fire on board ship
is a serious matter.

Of course, we all know that.

But she learned her lesson.

What's to be gained
from punishing her?

Set an example.

She thinks she's
too good for Mess.

Let me tell you
something, Major.

I feed 5,000 sailors
three times a day.

I'm in charge of four galleys.

That's 15,000 meals.

You run a ship without a
galley, you know what you got?

Hungry sailors.

Damn straight.

What say we let the skipper

decide the
punishment, huh, Major?

Excuse me, ma'am.

WOMAN: The signal
breaks down into a message.

I don't know how much you
know about cryptology, sir.

I know that coded messages
are sent in short bursts.

The faster they travel,
the less likely they are

to draw attention.

This one went in
under a millisecond.

It took me a while to
decode it, but it's very clean.

Someone on this
ship sent a message

specifying the time and
place of the AMRAAM test.

Do you understand
what you're saying?

The day before

the Korean airliner
was shot down,

somebody aboard this ship
sent out classified information

about the missile test.

You keep this to yourself.

Sir...

To yourself, Petty
Officer Sullivan.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you.

As you were.

Sir, do you really think

that there's a spy
on board ship?

What other explanation is there?

Did you check the
pilots' records yet?

Yes, sir. There's nothing
out of order in any of them.

Yeah? See if you
think this is out of order.

Lieutenant Commander
Rockwell, the com officer?

The Admiral had NCIS run
a background check on him.

Third paragraph.

He owns two houses.

Last month, he purchased
a vacation condo.

Put down 90,000 cash.

It's a lot of money, sir.

A lot more than you'd expect

a Lieutenant Commander
to have lying around.

He's either a whiz
in the stock market

or he has a beautiful
source of outside income.

HUBBARD: It's not possible.

Captain, the message
to the North Koreans

was sent the day
before the missile launch

at around 0900.

Who was on duty in the com room?

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell.

Commander, I am not
going to put my com officer

in the brig based solely
on your suspicions.

I don't know
about the brig, sir,

but if the North
Koreans start shooting,

you're going to want a
com officer you can trust.

Is this a joke?

RABB: No joke.

You're actually accusing me
of spying for the North Koreans?

No one's accusing you
of spying, Commander,

but all the transmitters
are in this room.

You have unrestricted access.

Rocky, I've known you for
a long time, and I trust you,

but the commander's got a point.

My wife's father
died this winter, sir.

The payment for
the vacation home

was every nickel he'd saved.

And you're wrong about my
having the only transmitters.

This message could
have been piggy-backed

onto any transmission
from any radio-telephone

in the C.I.C. or the bridge.

There's no privacy
on the bridge.

That leaves C.I.C.

Why don't you find out who
the C.I.C. watch officer was

at 0900 that morning?

Commander Rabb,
continue your investigation.

In the meantime,
Commander Rockwell

stays at his post.

Yes, sir.

C.I.C., sir.

Skipper.

On my way.

The North Koreans are
putting MIGs in the air.

MAN: Sailman's vessel is
completely surrounded, sir.

Catanese, send a message
to the captain of the Choson:

"This is your final
warning. Stand clear."

Aye, aye, sir.

CAG, let's punctuate that.

Have your tomcat section

strafe across the
bow of the Choson.

Aye, aye, sir.

Patch me into the
ship's intercom.

You're up, Skipper.

All hands, this is your Captain.

You've heard the scuttlebutt.

A commercial airliner
was shot down by accident.

We are investigating
the incident.

North Korean navy
is attempting to hinder

our investigation.

They're trying to scare
us off with a show of force.

Clearly, they are
making a big mistake.

We will not initiate an attack,
but if they fire upon us again

we will defend ourselves using
whatever means necessary.

This is exactly what
we've trained for...

Each and every one of us...

And I know that
you will perform well.

Good luck...

and God bless.

Man, I'd give anything to
be in a tomcat right now.

Sir, there's a
ship-to-ship for you

from the salvage vessel.

It's Captain Ames.
Put it on the speaker.

This is Captain Hubbard.

Is that you, Hank?

Uh, yes, it is Jim.

We've got something
here you should look at.

I'm sending you a video feed.

It looks like they
found something.

This doesn't appear to
be a commercial airliner.

HUBBARD: Give me
your best guess, Hank.

It looks like a section
of an IL-76, mainstay.

That's an electronic
surveillance aircraft.

Hank, are you
telling me we blew up

a North Korean spy plane?

Looks that way to me, Jim.

HUBBARD: Well, don't
pull it up until we get there.

We don't want the North
Koreans to know what we found.

Thanks, Hank. Good work.

Commander...

I'll deal with the
North Koreans.

You find the spy aboard my
ship, and find him damn quick.

Yes, sir.

X.O., this is the Captain.

Set condition one.

General quarters,
general quarters.

All hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill.

I say again,
this is not a drill.

General quarters,
general quarters.

All hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill.

I say again,
this is not a drill.

ROBERTS: So, there never
was a commercial airliner.

North Koreans knew that
there'd be a missile test.

They sent out a spy
plane to gather data.

Then they transmitted
a phony I.F.F. code

to make themselves look like

an innocent civilian plane
that strayed off course

but then their own search radar

triggered the missile
that shot them down.

It's like they shot
themselves down.

Which is why they didn't
want us to find the wreckage.

RABB: Someone aboard
ship knew about the missile test

the day before...
Sent a coded message

to the North Koreans around 0900

probably from C.I.C.

From C.I.C.?

What time?

Could have been
around 0900, yes, ma'am.

Uh, but like I told you before,

I was only gone for
ten or 15 minutes.

You went to C.I.C.

Yes, sir. Any chance at
operations training, I take it.

What'd you do there?

Well, I went up to the
dead reckoning tracer.

I asked the
operations master chief

if I could put in
some training time.

He gave me ten minutes,
and then I came back here.

Is there a problem, ma'am?

No. No problem.

Carry on.

OFFICER: Yes, ma'am.

I remember her.

But I can't recall the
exact time she was here.

She said she asked you
about the dead reckoning tracer.

Yes, ma'am, that's right.

She wanted to get some time in.

Is that common?

RABB: When newbies
come on board,

theyre assigned
90 days' mess duty.

They can use
their off-duty hours

to learn their
operational specialty.

OFFICER: Well, maybe
the mess chief is biting

a little too hard.

I mean, after all

the kid was just trying
to be a good sailor.

Master Chief, if I wanted

to send a communication
from here, could I do it?

MASTER CHIEF: You
could send one, Major,

but nobody'd be able to read it.

You see, all transmissions
from here are encrypted

before they go out.

Nobody can break the code.

Well, we've eliminated C.I.C.,
the comm center and the bridge.

MASTER CHIEF: You
know where I'd go if I wanted

to send a message off ship?

The public phone.

Anyone can use them.

All you need is a calling
card that you buy at the store.

Could she have sent the
message from one of the phones?

I don't know; it was
a complex signal.

Well, what if she generated
the message beforehand,

stored it, sent it
through the phone

via portable modem?

ROCKWELL: I
suppose it's possible.

MACKENZIE: The message
was sent a few minutes

after she left the galley.

Yeah. So she goes to C.I.C.

Spends two, three minutes
on the tracer as an alibi,

on the way back to the galley,

she stops at this phone,
sends the message.

In all, she's gone 15 minutes.

Kind of circumstantial to me...
Not that that should bother you.

Can I get a list of
all outgoing calls

from three phones? Sure.

Names of everyone who
has bought a calling card?

WOMAN: Sir, this
fax just came in

for Major MacKenzie
from Admiral Chegwidden.

Why don't you give it to
her. She's standing right here.

MACKENZIE: I called
the Admiral and requested

background
information on Tuppany.

Wait a minute,
this can't be right.

What?

Who's this?

MACKENZIE:
According to the file,

Seaman Alice Tuppany.

I'll call the Admiral
and confirm the photo.

I'm going to the galley.

Can you...? I'll be
glad to help, Major.

Commander...

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

Commander?

Who are you?

If you know enough to ask
that, I think you know the answer.

Oh, I know what you are.

I don't know who you are.

Is that important?

I think you better come with me.

Just let me put these away.

Don't worry about
the sandwiches.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Actually, I think you'd
better come with me.

MACKENZIE: The woman
on board claiming to be

Seaman Tuppany doesn't match
the description you sent us, sir.

I'm not surprised.

Alice Tuppany is dead.

Just got word. I sent
NCIS looking for her.

They found her body buried

behind her mobile
home in San Diego.

She'd been dead
for over a month...

One shot to the back
of the head with a .22.

I suggest you find
this impostor ASAP...

Yes, sir.

And, Major, get
security involved.

No heroics.

Yes, sir.

Suit up, Commander.

I told you, I don't fly.

You don't fly at night.

Daylight, you're a star.

I heard all about
you in the wardroom.

Where do you think we're going?

I'll tell you when
we're airborne. Suit up.

How long you been a spy?

You've been watching too many

'50s movies, Commander.

I'm not a spy.

You sell military
secrets for money.

Well, yeah.

For lots of money.

Where'd you start out? Pentagon?

SECNAV, actually.

I was seeing a guy

who turned me on to
intelligence marketing.

It's very lucrative.

What happened to Alice Tuppany?

That was unfortunate.

So, you're a murderer...

I killed one person. How
many have you killed?

And a traitor, huh?

I sell information

to North Korea, it's treason.

The government sells weapons
to Iraq, it's foreign policy.

All depends on
your point of view.

We're looking for
Commander Rabb.

Have you seen him?
No, ma'am. Sorry.

How about Seaman Tuppany?

No. She's gone again.

And I was going to forget about
the fire, because of what you said,

but now she's in deep trouble.

You haven't got a
prayer of leaving this ship.

I don't need a prayer.

I've got you...

and this.

Can you imagine the damage
this will do on the flight deck?

Put your helmet on, Commander.

Keep cool Commander.

I hope you have a
good grip on that thing.

Don't play Wyatt
Earp, Commander.

Keep those heroic
impulses down, way down.

Excuse me, sir.

Lieutenant Jacobs is
scheduled for this flight.

I know that, Petty Officer.

Lieutenant Jacobs
is down with the flu.

I'm taking his ride.

Sir, may I have
your name, please?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

I have to check with flight ops.

RABB: We are facing

a confrontation with the
Korean navy, Petty Officer,

Just get me in the air
and then you can check

with whoever you want.

Yes, sir.

Nicely done.

You just saved that man's life.

Excuse me, sir.

We can't find Commander Rabb

or the woman
impersonating Tuppany.

Well, keep looking, Major.

I've got a situation
to deal with here.

Sir, the woman's a known killer.

I'm afraid Commander
Rabb is in danger.

All right, have security
initiate a search of the ship.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Commander, switch the
ejection control to me now.

You have ejection control.

If you even reach for
that ejection switch,

I'll blow us both up.

Do you believe me?

I'm beginning to.

Good. Switch us
over to flight control

and don't chat.

Just get us in the air.

This is Red King 301.

Up and ready.

Ma'am, I just got word
from the flight deck

that Commander Rabb's
about to take a tomcat up.

What? Apparently, he
told the plane Captain

that the regular pilot was down.

He's not, but he sure is mad.

Captain.

Excuse me, sir.

Commander Rabb
is about to launch.

Who the hell authorized that?

No one, sir. That's my point.

You've got to stop him.

Get me the air boss
on the horn right now.

I think we're too late, sir.

RABB: Angels ten and climbing.

TUPPANY: Come
left to heading 295.

What makes you think
the Koreans will have you?

You're more trouble
than you're worth.

Are you kidding?

They're going to
throw me a parade.

I'm bringing them an F-14.

Two bogies are closing
in on the commander.

I make them out as
North Korean MIGs.

This is the CAG.

Launch the ready alert.

Get F-14s in the air now.

HUBBARD: Vector F-14s
to Commander Rabb.

MAN: Aye, Skipper.

Firefighter One in flight.

Vector 270, Angels 15. Gate.

We're approaching
North Korean airspace.

Keep going.

RABB: I don't think they're
gonna be throwing you a parade.

I'll establish radio contact.

MAN: Sir, looks like
Commander Rabb's heading

for the Korean peninsula.

What's his ETA?

Five minutes, sir.

Plane Captain said Harm
had a female RIO with him.

Both our female RIO
are accounted for, Major.

That's what I was afraid of.

TUPPANY: This is Hungnam

to Tower Pyongyang. Over.

I don't hear them answering.

Take us back to
the Korean ships.

What, are you
going to punch out?

Just do it.

Yes, ma'am.

Sir, Commander Rabb
has changed course.

It looks like he's heading
for the Korean ships.

What the hell is he doing?

MAN: I'm not sure, sir.

MAN: Sir, the
MIGs are attacking.

Do not return fire!

I'm raising them on the radio.

RABB: I hope you
they're listening.

Are you hit?

Tuppany, are you hit?

(groaning)

Harm, Hawkeye.

Give us a hand getting
this MIG off your tail.

RABB: With pleasure,
Hawkeye. Break right.

Now!

Nice move,
Commander. We got him.

MAN 1: LSO, this is Air Boss.

Commander Rabb
has a blown canopy.

MAN 2: Roger that,
Boss; we'll get him down.

I'll have you at one-quarter
mile, three point five,

You have a green deck.

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
Quarter mile, three point five!

I have the ball.

MAN 2: Roger ball.

Ensign Harriet Sims, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Harriet!

Bud, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

What's happened is,
like, all over the news.

It's gone complete
coverage on CNN.

Yeah, well, Commander
Rabb really came through.

You all did.

You're heroes.

(chuckling): Oh, I
wouldn't say "heroes"

I mean, we're just
a bunch of people

doing what needed to be done,

consequences be
damned, never backing down

and every man and woman
aboard, willing to give their lives.

Hey, Rambo.

Tell Harriet we said hello.

It's kind of hard thinking about
going back to a desk after this.

Yeah, get a taste of danger.