JAG (1995–2005): Season 4, Episode 1 - Gypsy Eyes - full transcript

RABB: On Christmas Eve in 1969,

my father was shot
down over Vietnam.

Although he was declared
MIA, I never gave up hope.

And after 28 years, I
found a former KGB officer,

who told me my dad
was transferred to Siberia,

as a POW.

He said he had proof that
my father was still alive.

No! WOMAN: What
do you intend to do?

Go to Russia, find him.

Do you realize that the
odds of your father being alive

are... are practically
nonexistent.



MAN: Discovering an
American POW on our soil

would be disastrous.

MAN #2: The closer you
come, the more danger you're in.

MAN #1: If the information
you had were true,

I'd do my best
to keep it secret.

I don't think you'll
find your father, Harm,

but if you do...

You'll want to be
the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

"In 1980, he was
transferred to Beloyka

in northern Siberia, where..."

He died?

He escaped.

MAN: Does Major Sokol
know of the photograph



I sent you, Commander?

Yes.

Did you tell him I sent it?

No. Good.

MAN: You're being set up, Rabb.

Major Sokol and
Colonel Parlovsky

are the same animal.

They're both former KGB.

You said you could get
us a ride in the MiG-29.

A ride, yes.

A flight to Beloyka, no.

No pilot would risk
breaking the rules that much.

Well, we've got a pilot.

How you doing, Mac?

Don't ask.

I'm going to follow this
river to avoid detection,

but I'm going to
have to climb soon.

We burn too much
fuel down this low.

Keep your eyes on our six.

I'm going to try and
get this radar working.

(exhales loudly)

(groaning): Oh, ho-ho...

Suck it up, marine.

(sighs)

(beeping)

I got the radar working.

Hang on.

(groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

(buzzing)

Is that what I think it is?

Yep.

What do we do?

Pray.

(speaking foreign language)

Missile inbound!

They missed.

Those were heat seekers.

We got between them and the sun.

It's a bigger target.

(man speaking foreign
language over radio)

MacKENZIE: Here they come again!

I won't fool them twice.

(both grunting)

Can't we fight back?

We're not armed.

All I have is spit.

I don't even have that.

(beeping)

(explosion)

♪ ♪

ANCHORMAN: The
Russian air defense command

announced this
afternoon that a MiG-29

flown by two American
naval aviators,

collided with a
migrating flock of geese,

and disintegrated in midair.

The incident happened
over Lake Uchensokye...

it couldn't be them, could it?

Of course not.

The identities of
the two officers

a Navy Lieutenant Commander
and a Marine Corps Major

are being withheld, pending
notification of next of kin.

CHEGWIDDEN: I don't believe it.

It's been confirmed by
our embassy in Moscow.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb

and Major MacKenzie were killed

while taking a demonstration
ride in a MiG-29.

Rabb wasn't in Russia
to take a joyride, sir.

Evidently, he met
a Major Nikolai,

who took him for a
check ride in a MiG-29,

then let him take
Major MacKenzie up.

Major Nikolai was flying their
wing when he saw the MiG

strike a flock of
migrating geese

and disintegrate in midair.

SECNAV: The Russians
are very embarrassed.

The Russians are lying, sir.

To what end, Admiral?

Maybe if Harm found his father,

the Russians don't
want us to know it.

Don't sail into
those waters, A.J.

It could scuttle your career.

The hell with my career!

If Rabb found his
father in Russia,

we need to know it... This
country needs to know it!

This country needs
to know the truth.

Going public with
Rabb's fantasies

would only raise false
hopes among MIA families

who have suffered far too much.

You don't have to worry about
me going public, Mr. Secretary.

Thank you.

But Rabb did visit his
mother before he left.

Oh, God.

You'll handle it.

Yes, sir.

When are they shipping
the bodies home?

They haven't found them yet.

What?

What was left of the MiG
crashed in Lake Uchensokye.

It's quite deep.

They're dragging for the bodies,

but they may never recover them.

Webb, Harm and Mac are the
closest things to friends you've got.

What really happened?

Admiral, everything
I'm telling you

I got straight
from Ernie McGill,

our Chief of Station in Moscow.

What didn't you tell me?

Let it go, A.J.

Not until I know the truth,

and apparently the
only way to get that

is to be on the next
flight to Moscow.

Admiral, you are
not going to Moscow.

(sighs)

Mr. Secretary, with
all due respect, sir,

you don't want
to try to stop me.

That's what you get when you
make an Admiral out of a SEAL.

(groaning)

(snorting)

(sighs)

He must be the one
they're searching for.

Maybe they'll give us
a reward for finding him.

A reward... Russians?

They'll blame the crash
on us, kill me, rape you,

take Vlad and burn our wagon.

(helicopter rotor whirring)

We're getting out of here.

We can't leave
him hanging there.

He's a Russian!

I want the silk.

(clicking tongue)

(groaning)

(gunshot)

You okay?

Yeah. I'm a little woozy.

I must have hit
something punching out.

I lost my helmet.

I don't remember
much after that.

Then I saw this guy coming at me

with a knife.

They were trying to help.

Anything broken?

Just my ego.

I've never been
shot down before.

You were shot down?

You speak English.

We were raised in England.

You are American spy pilots?

No.

Too bad.

American spy pilots
have gold coins

for those people that help them.

I'm afraid all we have
is hundred-dollar bills.

Lots of them.

(rotors whirring)

♪ ♪

That's Mark.

What if he's the one
who had us shot down?

For a second there, I thought
you were going to turn us in.

For a second, I almost did.

(clicking tongue)

MAN: I knew this
would be my lucky day.

How's that?

You're American, boss.

I like Americans.

They're not cheap
like the British

or the Germans or the French

(spitting)

Who are the worst of all.

They give you these petite tips

and insult you while they do it.

Yeah, well, I hate
to disillusion you...

Alexei?

Alexei, but, uh, I don't tip.

You make joke, huh?

Don't you need to
know where we're going?

I figured you'll tell
me when you're ready.

Meantime the meter's running.

That is true.

American Embassy.

Sure thing, boss.

According to Major Nikolai,
who was flying their wing

they went down here,
in Lake Uchensokye.

The Russians have
recovered some wreckage

but no bodies.

Has anybody from the embassy

interviewed this Major Nikolai

who witnessed the accident?

I did,

in Lubyanka Prison,

where he's under military arrest

for permitting an
unauthorized flight.

You believe him?

I believe he's in trouble.

He had a real sweat working.

Admiral, the Russians

have heard rumors as to why
Commander Rabb was here.

So far their inquiries

have been unofficial

and my job is to
keep them that way.

If you're conducting
an investigation

no matter how unofficial,

it makes that near impossible.

Mr. McGill, I don't give
a damn about your job.

I'm here to find out what
happened to my people

and, by God, that's
what I'm going to do.

Webb said you'd be a bear.

Well, he ought to know.

He also said to make
that little speech,

and when it didn't work,

offer you every assistance.

Webb said that?

Yes, sir, but there
is a quid pro quo.

(sighing): There
always is with Webb.

You keep a low profile

and report anything
you learn to me.

Mr. McGill, are you
recruiting me for the CIA?

It's Ernie, Admiral,

and yes... I am.

GYPSY: Hitler tried
to exterminate us

then Stalin.

But we are a
hard people to kill.

Some of us escaped to England,

the rest east to Siberia.

Now that the Soviet
Union is gone,

my sister and I are
going to join the Romen

wandering there.

Romen?

It means "the people"...

What you gorgio call "gypsies."

Back in the states, the Navajo
call themselves "the people."

Can their men dance on eggs

and their women see the future?

I think if the Navajo men danced
on eggs, they'd be scrambled.

They do believe that
their, uh, medicine women

are precognitive, though.

But you don't.

The future's not in
the rolling of bones

or the, uh, reading
of tea leaves.

It is if you have the gift.

Oh, and the Romen
have this gift?

My sister Ruszka has
often seen the future

In her dreams. (laughing)

She dreamed we
would return to Russia

and here we are.

Couldn't that be a
self-fulfilling prophecy?

Yes... but it isn't.

How far is it to Beloyka?

A month.

Hmm. Maybe two.

We have to avoid the main roads.

(women giggling)

What's so important in Beloyka?

My father was a
prisoner of the KGB.

He escaped from a train
near Beloyka 18 years ago.

You're wasting your time.

Why?

If he was alive, why
didn't he come out

when the Soviet Union collapsed?

Well, maybe he doesn't know
the Soviet Union has collapsed.

I hear there are villages
in Siberia where people

still believe a
czar rules Russia.

I don't doubt it.

But if he's gone
so deep to ground,

you'll never find him.

Well, I have to try.

Can't be more than a couple days'
ride on the trans-Siberian railway.

We'll pay you if you'll
take us to a railway station.

There is a station at
Perm... a day's ride.

( chuckling): But
you'll be spotted.

You're too American-looking.

MACKENZIE: I don't think so.

Tell your fortune, sailor?

MAN: Good God!

She's a Romen child!

Any luck?

Some.

Divers located the cockpit.

The ejection seat's are missing.

They got out.

Are they alive?

I don't know.

We swept the forest until dark.

We found nothing.

We go up again at first light.

Who ordered them shot down?

A Colonel Zatkoff

alerted Air Defense Command

that a MiG-29 had been hijacked

by Chechnian vandals.

They had interceptors
up and waiting

before Commander Rabb took off.

And no one checked the
authenticity of such an order?

It came from Lubyanka.

Calls from Lubyanka have
not been questioned in 80 years.

There is no Colonel
Zatkoff at Lubyanka.

Who is he?

I thought perhaps
you could tell me.

Me?

How could I know what
the teacher does not?

Oh, you graduated
long ago, Mischa.

I'm quite certain that
you are a few moves

ahead of me in this chess
game we seem to be playing.

I have no idea what
you're talking about, Mikhail.

Hmm.

I have secured the silence

of everyone involved
in the shoot-down

and put out a cover story.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb

and Major MacKenzie

were killed in a tragic accident

while flying a MiG-29.

And everyone believes this?

It is in everybody's
interest to believe it...

Including the Americans.

I don't mind lying
to the Americans

but lying to our superiors
is inviting a firing squad.

Not if we root out
this "Colonel Zatkoff"

who's trying to
destroy perestroika.

What do we do if Rabb and
MacKenzie are still alive?

(car engine starts)

(animal calling)

♪ ♪

(foliage rustling)

(Ruszka screaming)

(shouting in Russian)

Wait!

(grunts)

We've been through this before.

They won't kill her.

But if we interfere,
we're all dead.

They wouldn't be
here if it wasn't for me!

No!

RUSZKA: No!

Ruszka...

you had a dream, didn't you?

The American...

is going to die.

RUSZKA: We don't need your help.

We don't need your money.

We don't want to help you.

So go!

What did we do?

You parachuted into our lives!

That's not Russian, is it?

No, I think it's gypsy.

We don't speak gypsy.

We speak Romany.

Look, whatever language it is

you don't use...

Polite?! You want
me to be polite

when the Russians
are going... (groans)

What?

What are the
Russians going to do?

Just go!

My sister had a
dream last night.

They have a right to
know why you're acting

like a crazy woman.

She dreamed Russian
soldiers tried to rape her.

And you did
nothing to stop them!

I would die for you,
and you know it!

Look...

You must have had
a nightmare, Ruszka.

It wasn't a nightmare.

It was a vision.

Well, how do you know?

Because I have been cursed

with visions since I was 12.

Not all of which come true.

She dreamed I would
be shot chasing a chicken.

I never chase chickens.

RUSZKA: Good.

If you did, someone
would shoot you.

Ruszka, these Russian
soldiers in your dream

they were looking
for us, weren't they?

That's why you want us to go?

Yes, they were
looking for you...

or maybe not you...

I'm not sure.

That part of the
vision is confusing.

You're not in it.

And my brother would die

defending me.

RABB: Then Mac's right.

It was a nightmare.

No, it's a vision.

Tell them the dream, Ruszka.

They have a right to know

since we're kicking
them out of camp.

Tell them, Ruszka.

I was bathing in the stream...

when four Russian
soldiers came from the trees.

I was frightened.

Not by their guns...

but by the looks in their eyes.

And I screamed.

And you were
coming to help me...

but Vasya stopped you.

I would tear out their throats.

I know, Vasya... I know.

You came running
out of the trees

like a madman.

You shot three of them

before the last one killed you.

Nice fit, Vasya. Thank you.

You don't believe me?

I believe it was a nightmare,
but if it was a vision

then all you have to do
is stay out of the water

until we get to Perm.

(helicopter rotor whirring)

DE PALMA: It was from this
military airfield outside of Moscow

that two American naval
airmen took off in a MiG-29,

on what proved to be a
fatal demonstration flight.

That's him, boss. ZNN news.

Why do you want to talk to him?

He ran off with my wife.

For real, boss?

I'm here to take her home.

We've got four kids.

Two in diapers.

(speaking in Russian)

You going to beat him up?

If he doesn't take me to her.

Boss, you could
get in big trouble.

Then I get in trouble.

Then maybe I lose
my license! Hey, boss?!

DE PALMA: Russian
military officers

have privately
expressed surprise

at an American naval
aviator being allowed to fly

a state-of-the-art
Russian fighter.

But with the Russian
economy in chaos,

and the U.S. backing
their IMF loans,

no one in the Russian
government would even speculate

that this may not have
been an authorized flight.

This is Chuck De Palma
for ZNN in Moscow.

Okay, cut it, John,

and get some B-roll of
the helos going in and out.

I want to do the story on
the search effort next, okay?

Sounds like you're not buying

the Russian story either, Chuck.

A.J.! What the hell
are you doing here?

Don't smile. Don't
shake my hand.

I told my driver you
ran off with my wife.

You don't have a wife.

He doesn't know that. Ah.

Same deal we had on
the Aviano investigation?

Works for me.

What do you know?

Well, not as much
as I thought I did.

And you wouldn't be
here asking me questions

if those officers were
involved in espionage.

Now, what would
make you think that?

The Russian
cover story is a lie.

They didn't collide
with a flock of geese.

It's September, A.J.

The geese around here don't
migrate until late November.

I should have known that.

And also it's this, uh,
this Major Nikolai...

The one that was
flying the wing with them

when they went
down has disappeared.

My sources tell me that
he's being questioned

in Lubyanka Prison by the
Federal Security Service.

A euphemism for the KGB.

He had a lot of
ex-KGB boys in it.

Your driver works for
one of them, Major Sokol.

My driver, Alexei?

He's my next interview.

Word is he drove Rabb and
MacKenzie around Moscow.

(helicopter whirring)

(speaking command in Romany)

Looks like they didn't spot us.

Well, I saw your friend, Falcon,

and if I saw him, he saw us.

Her friend?

He's not my friend.

He helped us in Moscow.

RABB: He probably
had us shot down.

I think your friend
Parlovsky did that.

His friend, your friend.

It seems like you
have as many friends

who want to kill you as enemies.

VASYA: Get back inside.

Here he comes again.

MCGILL: A.J...

what are you
doing... back so soon?

Come here.

See that cabby down there?

The one pacing?

A.J.: His name's
Alexei. Ring any bells?

Half-dozen.

Alexei's a common
name in Russia.

Well, this Alexei works

for Major Sokol of
Federal Security Service.

Major Sokol?

You know how I found that out?

How?

Chuck De Palma

a ZNN correspondent
covering the story.

You shouldn't be
talking to reporters, A.J.

If a local ZNN reporter knows
all the players in Red Square

why the hell don't you?

Alexei isn't working
for Major Sokol.

He's not?!

Then who the hell
is he working for?

WEBB: Me, A.J.

(overlapping
foreign-language chatter)

(baby crying)

Smile. Let them think

they'll get more
than the fortunes told.

But I don't even know
how to read palms.

No one does.

Yeah, but you
believe in visions.

Ah, visions are one
thing, palms are another.

Remember to give
the men long lives

and plenty of women.

And the women?

Ah, they get a husband
and plenty of babies.

(both laugh)

VASYA: You're in luck.

A crowd this size can only
be waiting for the Rossiya,

the express train
that runs from Moscow

to Vladivostok in six days.

Then we should
make Beloyka in two.

Look. Yeah.

(speaking command in Romany)

They looking for us or
are they always here?

Maybe both.

But they're not
looking for Romen.

MAN (spits): Gypsy.

(groans) We're not
very popular, are we?

They're afraid we'll
steal their women.

But don't worry.

I'll wait till you're
on the train.

Hustling the tourists?

She's so natural.

I think you have Romen
blood in your veins.

My great-grandmother
was a Cherokee Indian.

Indians again. There
must be some connection.

(loudspeaker
announcing in Russian)

Your train arrives
in 20 minutes.

Ruszka and I will
buy your tickets

with our identity papers.

Won't they check our papers
when we get on the train?

I don't know.

I never ride the Rossiya.

We'll worry about that
when the time comes.

Harm, we shouldn't
get on this train.

Mac, we can't take two months

to get there by wagon.

I don't think we
should go there at all.

What? If we reach Beloyka,

we'll disappear
just like your father.

Mac, don't let this
gypsy fortune teller thing

go to your head.

Look at the odds, Harm.

We're in the middle of Russia

with Parlovsky or
Falcon trying to stop us.

We don't have any
identification papers.

You don't know the language,

and you have no plan other
than to get us to Beloyka.

Is that sound mission planning?

You chickening out on me?

You know better than that.

Answer my question.

What is your plan other than
to take a train to Beloyka?

You're being driven by emotions,

and those emotions
are going to get us killed.

You can quit.

I can't.

My father is out there somewhere,
and I'm going to find him.

Or die trying. Or die trying.

But you shouldn't.

You've come with me
farther than anyone I know.

I'll never forget that, Mac.

Well, I guess I always knew
it would come down to this.

And that you'd need me

to come up with a
dispassionate plan.

Where are they?! Who?

The Americans... I know
they were with you, gypsy.

Those are our tickets.

We're joining the
Romen in Beloyka.

I told you he spotted
us this morning.

(firing)

(crowd screaming)

Commander!

Sarah!

I know you can hear me.

(baby crying)

I'm here to help you.

He's got my attention.

He always had your attention.

I'm not the only
one looking for you.

Your only chance
is to come with me.

(train whistling)

He's going to expect
us to go for the train.

If we can get
beyond those lines...

Harm, I believe him. Mac...

if he was ruthless
enough to shoot us down

wouldn't he have
strafed us on the road?

Commander Rabb...

I'll get you to Beloyka!

I'll help you find your father!

Trust my intuition, Harm.

He means it.

(train whistling)

WEBB: I couldn't
blow Alexei's cover.

The stakes were too high.

The Russian mafia thinks
Alexei's working for them.

Russian mafia?

They have Alexei keeping tabs

on Colonel Parlovsky
and Major Sokol.

One of them is procuring
six nuclear-tipped missiles

for the mafia to sell
to the highest bidder.

Alexei couldn't stop Rabb
from stealing that MiG-29

without blowing his cover with
the mafia, Parlovsky and Sokol.

You work for
Parlovsky and Sokol?

They pay me to
spy on each other.

How do you keep them straight?

Hell, that's worse than
dating three women

at the same time.

I should be so fortunate.

All Alexei has to remember

is that he works for
the highest bidder. Me.

Right, Alexei?

Right, boss.

Right, so what
has all this got to do

with Rabb trying
to find his father?

Once a bad apple,
always a bad apple.

We know the one stealing
missiles for the mafia

is the same KGB rogue
who ran the POW shuttle

that brought Harm's
father to Russia.

Quit talking like a
cheap spy novel, Webb,

and tell me who it is.

We don't know.

You don't know?

Most intel points to
Colonel Parlovsky,

but that intel is
connected to Major Sokol,

who could be planting
it to cover his own butt.

And we can't afford
to nab the wrong man...

Not when it comes
to nuclear weapons.

So, Rabb's the bait
and whoever kills him...

That's your man.

I wouldn't put it like that.

Just how the hell
would you put it, Webb?

I'm not trying to
get Rabb killed.

He was going to keep
coming until he found his father.

I thought we'd uncover our
man before he stopped Rabb.

Yeah, but you didn't.

They blew him out of the
sky and you did nothing to...

You knew they were going
to be shot down, didn't you?

So, how is it you don't
know who gave the order?

MCGILL: We eavesdrop

on all calls from Lubyanka.

We picked up the one
from a Colonel Zatkoff.

I contacted Alexei

and told him to do everything
he could to stop Rabb...

without blowing his cover.

Webb, Harm and Mac go down,

I'm going to personally put
you in the ground with them.

We're talking six
nuclear-tipped missiles here, A.J.

In the hands of
the highest bidder.

You'd risk a dozen
SEAL teams to stop that.

Damn right I would,
but at least they'd know

why they're putting
their lives on the line!

Listen.

(helicopter whirring)

That's Major Sokol returning.

And here's Colonel Parlovsky

to meet him.

When that helo lands, we'll
know which one is our man.

How?

MCGILL: Colonel Parlovsky

received a call informing him

that Major Sokol had picked up

Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie

at the Perm Railway Depot,

traveling under the
guise of gypsies.

So, they are still alive.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

We don't know that.

If Sokol is Colonel Zatkoff...

They're both dead.

But if Parlovsky is Zatkoff,
they'll be on that helo.

Give me a weapon.

So you can shoot me?

Depends on whether Harm
and Mac are on that helo.

WEBB: There's Parlovsky.

And there's Major Sokol.

CHEGWIDDEN: Where
are Harm and Mac?

Damn it, Webb,
they're not on the helo.

WEBB: Yes, they are.

Thank God.

Parlovsky. Parlovsky's our man.

Parlovsky's driver is
going for a weapon.

He's going to kill them all.

We don't know that, A.J.

And we need to catch the
men Parlovsky's working with.

Admiral.

You okay?

Yes, sir.

Webb, what are you doing here?

Getting decked.

You're going to be okay, Mark.

It's not that bad.

Should have got... should
have gotten shot sooner.

Alexei, what are you doing here?

I came to tell you I quit, boss.

Colonel... Colonel, you
know what happened

to my father.

What?

Svis... chevo...

Svischevo.

(woman speaking Russian)

MacKENZIE (translating): When I heard
you were seeking your father in Svischevo

I knew it must be
the man I called Tete.

(woman speaking Russian)

That was the name I gave
the one who looked like you.

I found him in the barn,
nearly frozen to death,

and nursed him back to life.

For two years, he
worked the farm

with me and my brother.

We spoke Russian.

He never told us who he
was or where he came from...

but I knew it was from far away,

because he seemed always
to be looking to the horizon.

I knew someday
he would leave me.

What?

What did she say?

She said that this is
where the three of them

came to picnic the
day Tete was killed.

Tell her to go on.

(speaks Russian)

I was swimming in the
pool when the soldiers came.

(woman screaming)

No!

My brother tried to stop
Tete from helping me.

He was afraid we
would all be killed.

But when he saw
how bravely Tete died...

it inspired him.

He killed the fourth
soldier with his bare hands.

Where's my father buried?

(speaks Russian)

My brother took the bodies
into the Taiga to buried them.

I don't know where;
he wouldn't tell me.

He was afraid I would go
there and someone would see.

Where's her brother now?

(speaks Russian)

He died 15 years ago.

Chekov said, "The strength
of the Taiga does not lie

"in its giant trees
and silence...

"but that in only
migrating birds...

know where it ends."

Only the birds and your father.

(weeping)

Good-bye, Dad.

I love you.