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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.

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.

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.

Captain Omar?

Yes.

I'm Lieutenant
Colonel MacKenzie.

This is Commander Rabb.

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.

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.

There's nothing out here.

It's the right road.

I just doubled-checked it.

That sounded like AK-47 fire.

It sure did.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Is the bug working?

Whew. Ahmad Hakim
has quite a temper.

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.

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?

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?

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?

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.

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.

Your ruse was successful, Kabir.

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.

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.

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.

Lieutenant Sims.

Yes, sir.

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.

30 knots, sinuate.

Aye, sir.

Gentlemen, Commander
Turner's arrived at the Watertown.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm fine.

Stop.

Pull over.

Right now, Commander.

Or what?

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

Looks like the
vehicle we're after.

Yes, it does.

I'm moving in.

Clear.

Clear.

Mac.

Oh, God.

Biological weapon?

Maybe.

Looks like the guy we're after.

Yes, it does.

You know, Mac...

this could also be
radiation poisoning.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

She didn't make it.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Bad first. The CIA

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

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.

What is wrong, Zeltsin?

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.

She's cobbing it, Skipper.

Increasing speed
to ten, 12, 13 knots.

Helm, ahead one-third.

All ahead one-third, aye.

Left full rudder.

Maximum down angle.

Active sonar, Mr. Zeltsin.

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.

Captain, we're
closing on something!

300 meters.

250.

Very good, Mr. Zeltsin.

230.

Stand by for emergency blow.

Full left rudder.

Maximum up angle. Stand by.

2... 200.

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.

1-0-0, sir.

50 yards.

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.

Skipper, we just
received a flash message.

That submarine is
carrying a cruise missile

with a dirty nuke warhead.

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.

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.

Captain...

Zeltsin!

Get these men to Sick Bay.

Manning sonar, sir.

What the hell are the
Americans using on us?

They're dropping sonobuoys.

All ahead full.

20 degrees down on the bow.

Take us back to the tanker.

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.

Captain, this is Prime Fly.

Shooter Flight is spotted
and ready for launch.

Launch 'em.

Vasily...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Missile is departing the area.

Yeah!

Two miles.

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.

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?

I was just getting warmed up.

Let's take it home.

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.

Nice of them to invite
us to groundbreaking, sir.

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.