JAG (1995–2005): Season 7, Episode 24 - Enemy Below - full transcript

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VICE ADMIRAL HOLT:
I've been in action groups
with the CIA...

The DIA, even the NRO.

but, Admiral,
this is a first.

Well, sir, I admit
it's a bit unusual

but for better or
worse, JAG's on point.

Have we met before,
Commander Turner?

I don't think so, sir.

I'm certain
I'd have remembered.

Lieutenant Singer,
would you please

bring Vice
Admiral Holt



up to speed on
what we know?

Be a pleasure, sir.

At 0033 this morning, the Al
Qaeda terrorist known as Kabir

crossed the border from
Afghanistan to Iran.

HOLT:
Terrorists
do that every day.

I assume
this one is special?

Indeed he is, sir.

His brother, Mustafa Atef,
was the terrorist

convicted at
the tribunal.

Before he committed
suicide, he said

Kabir would launch
another attack on us.

Any indication where?

Lieutenant?

Not precisely, sir,



but we do know that
he was in Russia a week ago

trying to recruit
Russian submarine captains.

He may have
been successful.

The CIA reports that
a submarine captain
named Mikael Yerastov

and some of his
crew are missing.

Yerastov... Yerastov?

I know the name.

Very likely, sir.

He's a legend

in the Russian
submarine service.

He commanded
the only sub

to ever lose our
tailing attack boats.

Now I remember
why you seem familiar.

There was one of our sonar
officers you could never shake.

Lieutenant Sturgis Turner.

I did have some luck
with him, Admiral.

(chuckles)

A submarine could attack

any of our American
coastal cities

our fleet in the Med,
the Arabian Sea.

Hell, it could be anywhere.

Lieutenant,
I want satellite imagery

to confirm placement
of all Russian submarines

and give us coverage
of the Gulf and Arabian Sea.

Aye, aye, sir.

This Kabir got out
of Afghanistan and into Russia?

Why would he go back

just to cross over into Iran
a week later?

I have two officers
in Afghanistan

investigating that question
right now, sir.

(overlapping chatter)

Captain Omar?

Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
MacKenzie.

This is
Commander Rabb.

OMAR:
You are investigating
Kabir, yes?

Yeah. What can you
tell us about him?

According to the locals,
he stayed here only one night.

He came in one truck
and left in a different one.

He hired a man
from the village

to drive the first truck
over the border

and then back to Quarqin for
him.

What's his name?

Mmm. Fareeq.

Fareeq Mohammed.

Kabir said to Fareeq--

if he fails,
Kabir kills his family.

Did Fareeq ever return
to Quarqin?

I have no idea.

Where is Quarqin?

Quarqin is near to the border
with Uzbekistan

but you do not want
to go there.

Why not?
The road to
the village--

very bad.

Two tribes at war.

Each man carries a gun.

Fighting.
Killing every day.

Your Special Forces
is calling it "wild, wild west."

Hmm. Then we should feel
right at home.

COATES:
Lieutenant Roberts.

Sir, there was
collateral damage

from a recent air strike
in Ghazni

that has locals very upset.

Captain Johnson wants
a JAG assessment.

Okay, uh, arrange for
transport, Petty Officer.

Already have, sir.

Say the word,
and we're gone.

RABB:
There's nothing out here.

It's the right road.

I just
doubled-checked it.

(rapid gunfire)

That sounded
like AK-47 fire.

It sure did.

(bullet ricochets)

I think we're clear.

Are you okay?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Do you smell that?

Diesel fuel.

Yeah.

They must have hit the tank.

There's a patch kit in the back.

I think I can fix it.

COATES:
You know there are more mines
than people in Afghanistan, sir?

ROBERTS:
Well, this road's
been cleared, Jen.

Just stay on it,
and you'll be fine.

Don't worry, Lieutenant.

I wouldn't leave it
for a cold beer, sir.

This looks like our man.

Sir, I'm Lieutenant Bud Roberts,
United States Navy.

What's the problem?

The problem is
all that rubble
used to be a school.

The only school

the children had
for 150 kilometers.

Hatim.

And this is part of what caused
all this destruction.

SER-NO 3-7-8-4-niner-1-2.

This is part of a J-DAM.

Sir, they could have
found that anywhere.

Does it really matter, Jen?

Sir, the Navy will rebuild
your school.

I promise.

MAN:
Ah, Mr. Webb.

Come, have a seat.

Well, your Ambassador said
you were anxious to see me,

but you needn't have
brought me a gift.

I know how much
you like cigars.

Ah. Cuban Cohibas.

My favorite.

Did you know that, too,
Mr. Webb?

Oh, that and more.

How much more?

You like to
summer in Antibes

have only one wife
but two mistresses

and you're not really
in the Army-- you're ISI.

Pakistani Intelligence.

Mr. Webb...

And a double agent for Iran.

You bring me a gift,
and then you insult me.

You're either very arrogant

or very foolish.

(scissors cutting)

Perhaps both.

What do you want?

For starters,
you can tell me

what the Iranians sold Al Qaeda
for $250 million.

I have no idea.

Another gift.

It's a copy
of a wire transfer

for $250 million

from your office to the
Iranian Defense Ministry.

I know nothing of this

so-called wire transfer.

I think you do.

Mr. Webb, I believe
this interview is over.

Hatif. Thank you
for the cigars.

Now who's being
arrogant and foolish?

Good day, Mr. Webb.

(shouts in native language)

(argument in native language
over radio)

WEBB:
Is the bug working?

Whew. Ahmad Hakim
has quite a temper.

(shouting continues)

But... we are still in business.

Has he taken the bait, Wally?

Mm... not yet, sir.

He will.

All ports in CONUS and overseas
have been placed on high alert.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Any Russian subs
unaccounted for?

No, sir, but there is an anomaly
in the data from Iran.

This is infrared imagery

of the port of Bandar Abbas
in Iran.

The Iranians have
purchased four
diesel subs

from the Russians
in port.

This second sub is the Najvayi.

She's slightly wider in diameter
than the other three

but what is really interesting

is that she's colder
than the others.

What does that tell
you, Lieutenant?

SINGER:
I'm not sure, sir.

And neither are
the analysts at NIMA

or Central MASINT office.

But I have a theory.

You have a theory
when professional
analysts don't?

SINGER:
Yes, sir.

Finding a discrepancy
and coming up with a theory

is bread and butter for lawyers.

Let's hear it.

Commander, if you park your car
outside in the sun, it gets hot.

I mean, right through
the dashboard to the seats.

Would the same thing happen
to a submarine?

If it were out long enough.

What are you getting at,
Lieutenant?

If the core of the submarine
were removed

it would be colder, wouldn't it?

HOLT:
Are you trying to tell us

the middle fell out
of that submarine,
Lieutenant?

She's saying the middle
was the sub, sir.

Exactly.

The Najvayi's specs
are identical

to the other three subs,
except she is slightly wider

and colder
than the others.

I believe
the Iranians

built a decoy shell
around the Najvayi.

At an appointed time,
she submerged

slipping out from the shell.

And snuck out of port
without anyone the wiser.

The question is,
where is she now?

She's in the Persian Gulf, sir.

(sighs)
Why not the Med

or heading
for the States?

Not even Captain Yerastov
could sneak her

through the Suez Canal, Admiral.

She's a diesel,
and she's an old one.

I doubt they'll try
to cross the Pacific

or circumnavigate Africa.

No, sir.

She's in the Gulf,
and she's heading

for our battle group
in the Arabian Sea.

Then we'll nail her.

If we can find
her in time.

She's a diesel, and they're
quieter than a nuclear sub.

And if Captain Yerastov's
is at the helm

it won't be easy, sir.

Ahead one-quarter.

Set course for Arabian Sea.

(speaking Russian)

Your ruse was
successful, Kabir.

(metallic clanking)

Harm? You ever thought
about how you want to go?

No. Look,
this thing is fixed.

Let's pack up
and get out of here, huh?

I want to die
like Butch Cassidy

and the Sundance Kid.

Oh, yeah?

Well, which one am I
going to be, then?

Butch, of course.

Well, that's true.

He was the brains
of the operation.

Hmm. Yeah, but Sundance
was the shooter

that everyone
was afraid of.

That's how
I want to go--

in a blaze of glory
against impossible odds.

Come on, Mac, enough
of this morbid subject.

Yeah, with something
really important at stake.

Mac, enough.

Come on, Harm, play along.

All right.

What about after?

You know, when you're dead.

If you choose
cremation

they shove your body in
a furnace and bake you.

You know what
burns first?

You got me, Harm.

Your hair.

Then your skin
crackles and boils.

Stop it. You win.

And when the marrow
in the bones boil...

You won!

...the bones actually explode.

Stop it.

This is the Seahawk
carrier battle group

in the North Arabian Sea.

What's that group's
submarine?

The Watertown, sir.
Los Angeles class.

Commander John Flagler
is the skipper.

You don't need
to check your notes?

They're
up here, sir.

Alert the TACAMO aircraft
to flash the Watertown

and get the Seahawk
on the phone.

Let them know that they may have
a diesel sneaking up on them

with Russia's most skilled
skipper in command.

TURNER:
With your permission,
Admirals,

I'd like to volunteer for TAD
aboard the Watertown.

Commander, as
much as I respect

your service
as a submariner,

Commander Flagler
is perfectly capable.

And I don't mean to imply
that he isn't, sir.

Only that I am Alec Baldwin.

Excuse me?

The Hunt for Red October
movie, sir.

Captain Yerastov
is Sean Connery

and I am
Alec Baldwin, sir.

I need to be
aboard that boat.

Admiral, um...
no matter, um,

how sophisticated,
a submarine

is just a tool,
and a tool is only as good

as the talent
behind it.

Commander Turner
does have

a proven talent
against Captain Yerastov.

Looks like you're on your way
to the Arabian Sea, Commander.

Petty Officer, see if
you can expedite

this Foreign Claims Act
request for new funds

for a school in Ghazni.

With pleasure, sir.

(beeping)

Hi, honey.

Hi, Bud.

I can't decide what color sofas
to put in the new house.

I think blue, or maybe yellow.

What do you think?

I had a great dream.

I was pushing little A.J.
on a swing.

You just changed the subject
without even hearing me out.

Sorry, I just wanted
to tell you about my dream.

(phone ringing)

Lieutenant Sims.

Yes, sir.

COATES:
Lieutenant.

The Captain wants
you on the bridge, ASAP.

We may have a hostile submarine
inbound, Lieutenant,

and our current
rules of engagement

for submarines
make me nervous.

You think you can figure
a way to help me out?

Do my best, Captain.

Just do it quickly,
Lieutenant.

Aye, aye, sir.

All ships have acknowledged
an alert, sir.

ASW procedures are in effect.

Very well, X.O.

Cobb it to 30 knots
and sinuate.

Aye, sir.

30 knots, sinuate.

MAN:
30 knots, sinuate.

Aye, sir.

Gentlemen, Commander Turner's
arrived at the Watertown.

(door opens)

Commander Turner,
I'm well aware of your exploits

in tracking the untrackable
Captain Yerastov

but we acquired him
half an hour

after we received the alert
from the TACAMO.

Had to let him go
in order to pick you up.

Sorry, skipper.

I'm sure
you'll reacquire him shortly.

Commander Turner,
my X.O.

Lieutenant Wick

and our sonar chief,
Grisham.

Lieutenant.

Chief.

Looks like you already
got him again, Chief.

GRISHAM:
Yes, sir.

And without
any help.

Well, with all
due respect

to the Chief's abilities

Yerastov may want us
in his baffles.

And why would he
want that, Commander?

He keeps a dossier on all
our submarine commanders.

Believe me, Skipper, he's
been studying your moves.

How does he know
that I'm here?

Newspapers
in San Diego

routinely cover
changes of command

and battle group
deployments.

WICK:
This guy
was in Russia

subscribing to
a San Diego newspaper?

You better believe it.

He'll assume
you'll be looking for him

and he'll be studying just how
to lose you when it suits him.

Making you the wild card
that he doesn't expect.

That's the idea.

I have strange headache.

Getting too old for this
kind of work, Commander.

Not you, Captain.

You were born to it.

No one is born to breathe

recycled air in
tin box under ocean.

No. This is
our revenge.

Revenge for what, Captain?

My wife was a major in the KGB.

She was found in West Berlin
with bullet in her head.

.38 caliber.

I know full well
the CIA killed my wife.

Now my
government

tells me the Americans
are my friends,

that all is forgiven.

But, no, all is not forgiven.

I want my revenge.

Soon, we both
shall have our revenge.

ROBERTS:
Yes, sir, we believe
the submarine

to have hostile intent.

However, until it acts, it's
a vessel of a sovereign nation

with every right to traverse
international waters.

HOLT:
What do you propose?

Sir, under the guidelines
specified in my papers

I recommend that that we declare
a cordone sanitaire

around the Seahawk battle group.

I propose authorizing the
Seahawk the authority

to engage
any nonallied submarine

entering the declared
exclusion zone.

Admiral, my office
has thoroughly examined

Lieutenant Roberts'
recommendations

and they've been chopped
through Fifth Fleet and CENTCOM.

We support his changes to the
existing Rules of Engagement.

Very well.

I'll recommend them to
the Secretary of Defense

and the Joint
Chiefs of Staff.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

ROBERTS:
Well, what'd you think, Jen?

You were great, sir.

Your proposed amendment
covering submarine ROE's

was well-received.

But you don't
look pleased.

I'm just tired.

If you need an ear, sir,
I have two of them.

You know, I'm in the middle
of a war here

and all Harriet can talk about
is sofa color.

(chuckles)

When a woman
builds a nest

she wants to share
those decisions

with the man
she loves.

So, forgive me
for saying so, sir,

but you might want
to start caring

about the color
of the sofa, sir.

Just a little.

(thud)

(yells)

Harm, you drove all night?

Why didn't you wake me
to do a shift?

It's no big deal.

I was on a roll.

Well, let me take over now.

(yawning):
I'm fine.

Stop.

Pull over.

Right now, Commander.

Or what?

Or you'll prove that you're
a hopeless control freak.

(laughing)

Looks like the
vehicle we're after.

Yes, it does.

I'm moving in.

Clear.

Clear.

Mac.

Oh, God.

Biological
weapon?

Maybe.

(flies buzzing)

Looks like
the guy we're after.

Yes, it does.

You know, Mac...

this could also be
radiation poisoning.

(man coughing)

Do you see that?

They look like
the truck driver, Fareeq.

We've got to get a
medical evaluation team

in here immediately.

You realize we could
already be exposed.

(engine starting)

Lieutenant Roberts
reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Your new rules of engagement
have been approved.

I'd like you
to brief the X.O.

Aye, aye, sir.

Our first step is to determine
the submarine's kill range.

We then designate a moving
buffer zone around the Seahawk.

We broadcast our intent on all
the appropriate frequencies.

If the sub enters the zone

we document the incursion
and sink it.

Are they certain
it's a Russian diesel, Skipper?

Naval Intelligence was specific.

Range on those
torpedoes--
seven, eight miles.

A ten-mile buffer zone
ought to do the trick, sir.

Very well.
Inform the Watertown.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stay with him, Chief.

Like a fly on
vegemite, sir.

Vegemite?

I spent some time
in Australia, sir.

It's this, uh,

like, jam they got down there.

Tastes like diesel fuel
till you get used to it.

FLAGLER:
We received a flash
from the TACAMO.

Amended Rules of Engagement.

If the Najvayi gets
within ten miles

of the carrier group,
we're ordered to sink her.

If he holds
this speed and heading

that will be
in just under ten hours.

We are wasting time
moving so slow.

We should launch now.

Better to waste time
than waste lives.

(coughs)

Time is more important.

Are you in a hurry to reap
revenge, or to die, Kabir?

If we launch
the missile now,

the Watertown
will sink us for sure.

(line ringing)

(speaking native language)

WALLY:
He's finally taken the bait.

Hakim is talking to the
Deputy Defense Minister in Iran.

Warning him.

That we're on to them?

Yes.

(sighs)

The $250 million...

was for one of the old Russian
diesels the Iranians have.

So what's wrong?

The Navy already
assumed that.

It's been retrofitted

for a Russian SS-25
cruise missile.

We didn't know that.

(man shouting orders)

She didn't make it.

(people coughing)

(sighs)

They've confirmed
radiation poisoning.

The doc wants us back on
the Seahawk for testing.

I just spoke
with the RadCon Team.

They did a thorough search
and survey.

There's minimal
residual radiation.

The human body doesn't retain
high levels, so...

MacKENZIE:
Clothes do,
but they've been removed.

Exactly.

So it's unlikely
we've, uh, been exposed.

Minimal residual means that
whatever did this is gone.

The question is,
where did it come from?

Where did it go?

What are you
doing, Harm?

Harm?

(gasping)

What are you thinking?

You know what these victims
all have in common, Mac?

They're Chechen.

Remember Commander Aiken?

The murder you and
Sturgis investigated

back in Washington?

She was killed by a Chechen.

His confession led us to a boat

filled with 30 kilos
of weapons-grade uranium.

We caught it before it sailed
from Russian, but...

what if we didn't get
all of it?

Could have smuggled
here, to Afghanistan.

These Chechens guarded it.

Kabir. Gunny said that he
and a truck escaped into Iran.

Could have been a truck
with uranium.

Unshielded uranium.

Which means that Kabir
was exposed for quite some time.

Misha and Yuri are dead,
Captain.

What happened?

I don't know, sir.

KABIR:
We had men die in the caves
of Tora Bora the same way.

It is some new American weapon.

What kind
of American weapon?

I do not know, Captain, but they
have it and they'll use it.

That is why time is critical.

The longer we take
to complete our mission

the more men will die.

Yuri was my weapons officer.

I will man the weapons, Captain.

We should keep this from
the crew as not to alarm them.

You are not a submariner, Kabir.

In here, news travels
before it happens.

I found them, sir.

I don't believe
other men are aware.

(sighs)

Take them to the freezer.

Yes, sir.

Kabir.

If I knew how
this American weapon works

maybe I can put
in some countermeasures.

I do not know, Captain.

Gentlemen, I have bad
news and worse news.

Then why the hell
are you smiling?

I didn't realize
I was, sir.

(sighs)

Bad first.
The CIA

believes the Najvayi
was refitted with an
SS-25 cruise missile.

(sighs)
That missile has a
range of 180 miles.

The Seahawk's buffer zone
was based on torpedoes.

Yes, sir. Woefully inadequate.

If that's the bad news,
what could be worse?

Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

have reported from Afghanistan
that they believe

Kabir took waste-grade uranium
into Iran.

If he put a dirty nuke
on that cruise missile

it could spread lethal radiation
for miles when it detonates.

Hell, they don't even have
to score a direct hit.

(coughing)

What is wrong, Zeltsin?

(speaks Russian)

I'm fine.

Range to target?

Uh, 354 kilometers.

Have you found
my thermocline yet?

Yes, sir.

At 45 meters.

We're directly below it.

Good.

If the Watertown is
in our baffles

as I believe she is

it is time
to give her surprise.

Ahead full. 13 knots. Now.

(speaking Russian)

She's cobbing it, Skipper.

Increasing speed
to ten, 12, 13 knots.

Helm, ahead one-third.

MAN:
All ahead
one-third, aye.

Left full rudder.

Maximum down angle.

(speaking Russian)

Active sonar, Mr. Zeltsin.

(speaks Russian)

He's diving, sir...
and his sonar just went active.

What the hell is he up to?

Skipper, I'd advise you
to back off here.

X.O., anything on the charts?

Depth 1-2-5 to
1-5-0 fathoms.

Unobstructed
bottom, sir.

Helm, maximum down angle.

Stay in his baffles.

Diving. Aye, sir.

Nah, he's leading you
into a trap, Skipper.

Commander, he doesn't
even know we're here.

He's assuming we're here.

I know him, Skipper.

He's going to pull something.

Level the boat at 235 meters.

Stand by for 20 knots.

(speaking Russian)

ZELTSIN:
Captain, we're closing
on something!

300 meters.

250.

Very good, Mr. Zeltsin.

230.

YERASTOV:
Stand by
for emergency blow.

Full left rudder.

Maximum up angle. Stand by.

2... 200.

(shouts in Russian)

GRISHAM:
Obstruction dead ahead.

300 yards, sir.

Emergency blow.

Hard right rudder,
max rise on the plains.

Emergency blow.

Hard right rudder,
max rise on the plains.

GRISHAM:
1-0-0, sir.

GRISHAM:
50 yards.

(sighs)

We cleared it by five yards,
Skipper.

That wreck wasn't on the charts,
Skipper.

Captain Yerastov spent 30 years
making his own charts.

He knew it was there,
and he used it to lose us.

Okay... Alec Baldwin.

You got anything up your sleeve,
now's the time.

He turned to port.

I'd search that quadrant.

Why to port?

Because in that emergency,
Skipper, you turned to starboard

and I'd be willing to bet
you do it every time.

DAVIS:
Skipper, we just received
a flash message.

That submarine is carrying
a cruise missile

with a dirty nuke warhead.

(sighs)

Watertown still have her?

No, sir. She eluded
them ten minutes ago.

She's about 200 miles out
with a bearing of 2-7-0.

Flash him permission to sink her
as soon as he reacquires.

Sound battle stations

and commence nuclear protection
countermeasures.

Aye, aye, sir.

General quarters.
General quarters.

All hands man
battle stations.

Set condition Alpha and Circle
William throughout the ship.

Now general quarters.

Captain, request permission
to stay on the bridge.

Permission granted.

X.O., double our ASW aircraft
in the air.

Maybe we can give the Watertown
a little help.

Aye, aye, sir.

And signal the rest

of the group to scatter
at full speed

until they're at least
ten miles from us.

The skippers are not going
to like that, sir.

No, but they'll do it.

Have every ship
in the battle group go active.

Ensonify the area,
and get me the squadron's

Missile-X scores.

Aye, sir.

Excuse me, sir?

Missile-X?

Our Tomcat and Hornet squadrons

have Missile-X competitions
every year.

They try to shoot down
incoming missiles

traveling nearly as fast
as they are.

Does that work, sir?

Sometimes.

DAVIS:
Lieutenant Commander Chaidez

has the highest
Missile-X scores

of all the
squadrons, sir.

So, get him in the air.

However, the all-time
record holder has
just cleared Sick Bay.

Rabb?

He holds the record
for the Seahawk.

He's never
been beaten.

Lieutenant Commander Chaidez
flies lead and takes the shot.

Rabb's his wingman.

Aye, aye, sir.

(groans)

Captain...

YERASTOV:
Zeltsin!

Get these men to Sick Bay.

(shouts in Russian)

Manning sonar, sir.

What the hell are the Americans
using on us?

(shallow breathing)

(coughing)

They're dropping sonobuoys.

All ahead full.

(speaking
Russian)

20 degrees
down on the bow.

(speaking
Russian)

Take us back to the tanker.

(speaking
Russian)

The Seahawk's ASW helos
are on her, Captain.

Torpedo in the water.
Captain...

Deploy noisemakers.

No breakup, sir.

I think they torpedoed
acoustic decoys.

You can bet on it.

He's sitting on the bottom.

Well, let's see who
can draw the fastest.

15 degrees down
on the plains.

Ahead two-thirds.

15 degrees down.
Ahead two-thirds, aye.

Chief, go to active.

Pinging. Aye, sir.

(sonar pings)

Captain, this is Prime Fly.

Shooter Flight is spotted
and ready for launch.

Launch 'em.

(coughing)

Vasily...

(speaking Russian)

Tavorechi

I am taking you
back to Iran for
medical treatment.

We will kill Americans...
another day.

There will be
no other day.

We're all dead men.

You know what is killing us?

The cruise missile.

I have packed
the warhead with
unshielded uranium

and we've all received
a lethal dose by now.

(shouting in Russian)

I got nothing on the bottom
except that tanker, sir.

That's what Yerastov knew
you'd get.

He's there.

WEPS, this is the skipper.

Give me a firing solution
on the tanker.

Stand by to fire a spread
of four torpedoes.

(wheezing)

Would you rather kill me...

or kill Americans?

Get back to your weapon.

You were right, Commander.

The target's separating
from the wreck.

Rising fast
and increasing speed.

WEPS, this is the skipper.

Get me a firing solution
on the new target.

Two torpedoes.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain.

(coughing)

They've opened
their outer doors.

They're going to shoot.

We have to reach
at least 50 meters

to launch the cruise missile.

Skipper, WEPS.
I have a firing solution.

Fire.

Fire.

ALL:
Yes!

Skipper, all we can hear now is
breakup, but I swear

she got off a shot
just as we nailed her.

The explosion must have
detonated the torpedo.

Wait, wait.

Chief, could it have been
a missile?

I wasn't
thinking missile.

Not from a diesel.

But, yes, sir.

It could have been
a torpedo-launched
cruise missile.

My God.
X.O., flash the Seahawk.

Aye, aye, sir.

LIEUTENANT SALINAS:
Shooter Flight, we have a target

bearing 1-4-niner.

Range, 3-0 miles.

Speed, 400 knots.

Shooter One, roger.

Intercept course plotted
and on your screen, sir.

Got it. Tally ho.

Missile closing.

Range two-five miles.

Should I clear the flight deck

and take nuclear protection
steps, sir?

Negative, X.O.

Too much radiation.

If they don't take it out
at least ten miles from us

above or below decks,
we're all dead.

I've got no joy, Shooter One.

Have you acquired the target?

Negative, Shooter Two, no joy.

Lieutenant Jorgensen,

I need acquisition.

Lock on that missile.

I'm trying, sir.

Range, two zero miles.

Tally-ho. Missile ahead.
I've got a lock.

JORGENSEN:
It's too late, sir.

It's only eight miles
from the carrier.

Shooter One, hold fire.
Hold fire.

Shooter Two,
get out of there!

Negative, Shooter One.

It'll acquire me,
and I'll lead it away.

It won't work.
It's GPS targeted.

It has to switch to radar

to hit a moving target
like the Seahawk.

It's our only hope,
Shooter One.

It's too close
to the carrier now.

Give it a go, Shooter Two.

It's a dirty nuke, sir.

It could be just be set
to blow up

at targeted coordinates.

Can't be, Lieutenant.

That would ruin our day.

Why haven't they shot it down?

SALINAS:
Shooter Two
has acquired the missile

and it's locked onto him.

It's following.

Range two miles.

One mile.

Passing port side.

Roger, CIC.

(shrill whooshing)

SALINAS:
Missile is departing the area.

ALL:
Yeah!

Two miles.

(applause and cheering)

Shooter Two, you're too close.
It has

a proximity sensor.
It's going to blow.

We'll make it, Shooter One.

We're five miles
from the carrier.

CHAIDEZ:
I can ride it up,
but it's still risky.

It should run out of fuel
anytime now.

Bogey flaming out.

Let's hope
it doesn't blow on impact.

Send the Seahawk the coordinates

where the missile flamed out.

RadCon will need to recover
that warhead.

I think I've had

enough adrenaline
for one day.

How about you, sir?

(laughs)

I was just getting warmed up.

Let's take it home.

SIMS:
Excuse me, sir, do
you have a second?

Come on in.

I thought
you had gone home, Lieutenant.

Just headed that way, sir.

Is that a look of concern?

Just having
a little anxiety, sir.

I haven't slept
in a couple of days.

Your husband's in a war zone.

Yes, sir, but...

he's on an aircraft carrier
in the middle of the sea.

This is just silly.

I'll get over it.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

In case you don't get over it,
call me any time.

Thank you, sir.

COATES:
Nice of them to invite us
to groundbreaking, sir.

ROBERTS:
Well, we did give them money
for a new school.

Which we blew up.

Accidentally.

Oh, my God!

Aren't there mines out there?

Maybe they've
cleared them, sir.

Got get someone
from the village.

Hey! Hey, little buddy!

Hey. Whoa, whoa!
Don't-don't move!

It's okay.

No, no.

Don't move, buddy.

Hey, up here.

Hey, buddy, buddy,
up here. Hey!

Look at me, look at me. Hey!

Hey, it's okay.

It's going to be okay.

No! Don't... don't move.

It's okay. No!

No, no, don't
move, buddy.

No, no, don't move! No!

It's okay...

Oh, God, it's okay.

(whimpering)