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Five minutes.
I just want to see her for five minutes.

- What did he say?
- She doesn't want to see you.

Bull. Look,
we're sailing tomorrow morning.

I just want to give her this.

Look, come on. Give me a break.
I may not see her again.

Good. Good.

Damn it. What does he think
I'm going to do in five minutes?

Come on, Bill. You can't blame him
after what's happened here lately.

Hell, we're not all criminals,
he shouldn't punish me.

Hey, we gotta get back to the ship

before the Captain has our heads.

He wants her buttoned up by 2100.

Look. Please, sir. Can I just talk...
Please talk to...

Hey. Hey.

- Hey, come back.
- Mason. Wait.

Hey, stop him. Stop that kid.

Mason, Mason.

Try down that way.

Hold it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please place your baggage
in the overhead compartment

or underneath the seat in front of you.

Excuse me.

Fine, thank you.

Army or Marines?

Navy. What gave it away?

Most American men in Okinawa
are military.

Which base?

Oh, I'm not stationed here.
I'm on vacation. I'm just on a layover.

I didn't want to wait for the direct flight.

- You must be anxious to get there.
- Get out is more like it.

I didn't feel safe
from any last-minute assignments

till I was on the plane.

A false sense of security.

Kate. What are you doing here?

I've been stuck on this island
for the last six months.

I know that. I mean here.

- Promise not to shoot the messenger?
- Depends on the message.

Admiral Chegwidden called my Captain,

told him you had a layover
and to pull you off the plane.

Why?

Well, there's been another incident.
It's pretty high-profile.

The Admiral said he wanted you on it.

He must like you for some reason.

- It's a burden, believe me.
- Oh, yes.

- The affliction of the chosen one.
- Is he sending Meg?

She just left Washington.
She should be there in about 15 hours.

I'll meet you at the gate.

What about my luggage?

I doubt you'll be able
to wear the Speedo anyway.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seat.

Have a nice trip.

Not as nice as it would have been.

Please fasten your seatbelt

and observe the no smoking sign.

We took 12,000 casualties
and lost 34 ships

taking this rock in World War II.

Pretty high-priced
piece of real estate, huh?

Yes, sir.

If you ask me,
we should never have given it back.

Now we've returned
20% of our military bases,

this is the thanks we get.

Is it possible
the murder was personal, sir?

Anything's possible, Commander.

But, no, my guess is this was designed
to provoke a reaction,

to aggravate
an already delicate situation.

There are several different organised
protest groups on the island.

Some of the rallies
have gotten out of hand,

but this is the first time that they have
targeted an American serviceman.

The last thing I need is a blood feud
between our boys and the locals.

It could get us
kicked out of here entirely.

Do the Japanese authorities
have any leads?

If they do, they're not sharing.

Unfortunately, this case is more about
damage control than finding a suspect.

So, while I appreciate the Admiral
sending me his best and brightest,

I'm not sure exactly
what he expects you to accomplish.

Who was the last person
to see Lieutenant Mason alive?

His shipmate, Lieutenant Valko,

a communications officer
on the USS Daniel Boone.

Has anyone questioned him yet?

I had Commander Brockman
flown out to the destroyer this afternoon.

Flown, sir?

She went underway yesterday
to participate in war game exercises

off North Korean waters.

The US response
to their recent move into the DMZ.

- I'll want to start there.
- I thought you might.

There's a Seahawk picking up
Mason's replacement

at Sasebo tomorrow morning at 0800.

You can hitch a ride.
Lieutenant Pike will accompany you.

Yes, sir.

My partner, Lieutenant Austin,
won't be arriving until midmorning.

- Can we arrange a hop for her, sir?
- Certainly.

I'm sure Captain Evans
would love to accommodate

all the lawyers we care to send him.

Dismissed.

Commander.

You might want to pick up a uniform.

He sees you in that shirt,
he's liable to throw you overboard.

Aye, sir.

What? You don't like it either?

I like you better in uniform.

See, that's a much bigger
incentive to change.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

You're looking good, Kate.
Must be the tropical weather.

Yes.

I have become an expert
at turning temporary assignments

into semi-permanent exile.

Well, that's what you get
for doing a good job.

Which is why you don't seem
to have stayed in one place.

You gotta keep moving
or people will pull you off of aeroplanes

on your way to vacation.

I am making it up to you, aren't I?
We're taking a cruise.

Yeah. You, me, and 300 sailors.

Ever do a blue-water landing
on a destroyer before?

I make it a rule never to land
in the middle of the ocean

without a tailhook.

Hold on, Chief.

- All right.
- Sit here.

Commander. Lieutenant.

You must be
Lieutenant Mason's replacement.

Yeah, lucky me.
I got yanked off R and R in Hawaii

to join the fun out here.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant Pike.
We're with JAG.

Lieutenant Commander
Gino Campisano.

Campisano?

My father was a grunt from Brooklyn
working recon at the 38th Parallel.

He met my mother in Seoul.

Are you looking into Mason's death?

- Did you know him?
- I trained him myself.

- For what, sir?
- Ares, Greek god of war.

A fully integrated navigation
and combat system

for Arleigh Burke class destroyers.

And Mason was supposed
to operate it during the war games?

The tactical point of the exercise
is to test the prototype at sea.

They have Lieutenant Donovan
out there,

but it takes two men
to monitor the system.

Sounds like it could run itself.

I tried that argument.
CINCPAC sent me anyway.

It's always nice when a ship appears
just as you're running out of fuel.

- Yeah, we had three, four minutes left.
- You were starting to sweat.

Well, just like the good old days.

- Sir.
- Permission to come aboard, sir.

Very well. At ease. Welcome aboard.

Mr Campisano, the war games begin
in less than two hours.

Stow your gear and report to the bridge.

Aye, aye, sir.

What about me?

I'll let you know
when the Captain's available.

This must have hit
some hot buttons in Washington

for the Admiral to send
the JAG poster boy himself.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb,
this is Commander Brockman.

- Sir.
- Have you questioned Lieutenant Valko?

- Not yet.
- Why not, sir?

He's on duty.
I haven't been allowed on the bridge.

What about his assistant?

- Lieutenant Donovan?
- On the bridge.

The Captain's kept you waiting
all this time, sir?

Like it or not, it's his fiefdom.

If you expect to get any cooperation,
you play by his rules.

Maybe there's a way around the rules.

Commander,
I'm aware of your reputation,

but it's not how I run an investigation.

Well, sir, it's difficult to proceed
until we question them.

You want to walk
onto the bridge of a US destroyer

without the Captain's approval,
be my guest.

In fact, I'd like to see it.

Get that helicopter refuelled
and off my deck.

Aye, sir.

Ensign, get that Seahawk refuelled
and out of here ASAP.

Aye, aye, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
reporting as ordered, sir.

Is that so
and who ordered you, Commander?

Commander Brockman, sir.

- Another JAG officer?
- Yes, sir.

He said he'd like
to see me on the bridge, sir.

I'd like to not see you on my bridge,
and since I'm the Captain

my desire is the only one that matters.

I'm about to conduct a war game
off the coast of a hostile enemy,

and more importantly,

I've got a 12-year-old bottle of Chivas
on the line with Admiral Wiles.

- That tell you my priorities?
- Yes, sir.

Is Admiral Wiles commanding
the carrier group himself, sir?

- Dismissed.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, while I'm here, if I may.

If we are permitted to question
Lieutenants Donovan and Valko

before the war games,

we should be able to
stay out of your way during them, sir.

Is that a threat
of some kind, Commander?

No, sir. Simple suggestion, sir.

Very well. I'll cycle them
to the officers' mess in 15 minutes.

- Make it brief.
- Aye, aye, sir. Thank you, sir.

- So, was he happy to see you?
- Don't start, Dennis.

He's sending Valko
to the officers' mess in 15 minutes.

We'll meet you there, sir.
Wait up, Commander.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

I thought I'd take a tour,
get my bearings.

I'll go with you.

- Escaping?
- It's a long story.

- We got 15 minutes.
- I'll pass.

I'll just have to ask him.

- I'm sure he has a different story.
- Of what?

We were lovers.

War games will commence
in 40 minutes.

All authorised personnel
report to your stations.

Drop it, Harm. I told you. It's over.

- How did it start?
- What...

Excuse me.

- Why are you so curious?
- It's my nature.

Right.

So, when did it happen?

When I arrived in Okinawa
I became his junior partner.

We worked very closely together.

You know how that can be.

Here we are.

This cross-examination
is not over, Lieutenant.

We both had to get
prescriptions filled at the pharmacy

- and Bill...
- You're late.

Sorry, sir.

Did they change Navy regulations
when I wasn't paying attention?

- Sir?
- Do you not stand at attention

when entering a room
with a superior officer?

Thank you. As you were.

You were saying, Lieutenant?

We both had to get
prescriptions filled at the pharmacy.

Then Lieutenant Mason
convinced me to stop with him

on the way back to bring a present
to a girl he kind of liked.

- Kind of liked?
- Liked a lot, actually.

- I see, and did he give it to her?
- No, sir.

A boy came by and stole it.
Ripped it right out of his hands.

Bill chased after him,

by the time I found him,
he was lying in an alley. Dead.

- You didn't chase after the boy, too?
- Yes, sir. We split up looking for him.

If we hadn't,
I might have been killed, too.

How well did you know
Lieutenant Mason?

Pretty well.
I worked a lot of hours with him.

- On the Ares system?
- Yes, sir.

- When was the last time you saw him?
- Tuesday afternoon.

We were supposed to go over protocols
in his quarters that night,

but he never showed up.

Protocols?

Pre-programmed responses
to incoming threats.

Thank you, Commander.
I was asking the Lieutenant.

Ares has a database

for virtually
every known weapon system.

I mean, it can ID
up to 500 targets at a time.

The protocols help it
plot solutions in order of priority.

And, if necessary,
take evasive manoeuvres.

- What? It runs the helm, too?
- Oh, yes, sir. It's fully automated.

It can practically run the whole ship.

Why even keep a crew onboard?

We have a good union.

So, if someone were interested
in this technology,

Lieutenant Mason
would prove very useful.

Yeah, I guess so.
I mean, he knew it pretty well.

Could you wait outside
for a moment, Lieutenant?

Aye, sir.

- This isn't working.
- What's the problem?

I don't need you constantly chirping in,
derailing my interview.

It was relevant, sir.

I have been dealing
with the Okinawa problem

since it first erupted.

I know exactly
what motivates these groups.

But with all due respect, sir,
you're assuming it was the protesters.

There are over 30,000 US troops
in Okinawa.

You don't find it disturbing

that Lieutenant Mason
was one of two officers trained on Ares?

Lieutenant Mason was trying
to romance a local girl.

That's enough to make him a target.

Well, I hope you're right,
given the alternative.

But we need to consider Ares
as a possible motive.

And how do we do that, Commander?

We can start by searching
Lieutenant Mason's quarters.

Good idea.

I'll finish my interview,
you search his stateroom.

Very well, sir.

You can stay, Lieutenant.

I wouldn't want to get in the way, sir.

I've got news for you.
It may be over for you,

but he's still carrying the torch.

Can you blame him?

I miss you.

What are we looking for?

Anything that will connect him
to someone on the island.

Exercises commence in 30 minutes.

Well, this ought to keep him going back.

Must be the girl
that Lieutenant Valko was talking about.

- So why'd you dump him?
- I didn't dump him.

- It got too heavy.
- What did he do? Ask you to marry him?

He asked you to marry him.

- I'm pleading the Fifth.
- I'm declaring you a hostile witness.

Took you this long to figure that out?

Well, he cleaned out his computer files
before he left.

Or someone did it after he died.

Just in time, Mr Donovan.

If I know Admiral Wiles, the Ranger
already has its planes in the air.

Aye, sir.

We linked up to
the War Games Computer, XO?

Yes, sir. We're online.

Sir, Ares picking up jamming
in Sector 2.

Identified as prowlers on J-bandwidth.
Searching for a clear frequency.

Excuse me, Captain?

You're starting
to try my patience, Commander.

- I thought we had a deal.
- Yes, sir.

Then what are you
doing on my bridge again?

Switching frequencies.
We're burning through.

Sir, it appears several computer files

have been removed
from Lieutenant Mason's quarters.

Ares scanning for targets.

- What kind of computer files?
- We don't know, sir.

I'd guess they have something to do
with the Ares system.

Sir, I've got incoming bogeys.
Ten, check, 12 targets.

Bearing 060, inbound, 500 knots.

All right. Let's see
what that thing can do, Mr Campisano.

Target acquisition
and tracking already underway, sir.

- What do you want me to do about it?
- Sir, we need to search the ship.

We're being painted by attack radar,
X-band. Intruders confirmed.

Range, 60 and closing.
Altitude, 10,000 feet.

Watch out for Hornets on the deck, sir.
Admiral Wiles is a high-low man.

And what would you know
about it, Commander?

- I used to fly with his air group, sir.
- Target acquisition sweep completed.

It's nice to have a ringer onboard.

- Ares has locked 12 targets.
- Weapons release.

- Simulated SM-2s away.
- Sir?

Oh, just what I need during an attack.
Another lawyer.

I apologise, Captain.
I was unaware of the intrusion.

- Commander, come with me.
- Hold on, Mr Rabb.

- Sir?
- We have missiles inbound.

Two, three, six Harpoons.

You, go. You, stay.

- Aircraft intercept.
- Three, check, four kills.

Intruders turning away.
Sixteen Harpoons inbound.

SM-2s targeting missiles.
Launching chaff and jamming.

Six more bogeys inbound, Sector 4.
Range, 15 miles, 100 feet.

Here come your Hornets, Mr Rabb.

Second launch. SM-2s away.

Now that's what I call
a target-rich environment.

Taking evasive action.

Threat neutralised, engagement over.

Eleven kills confirmed.
Four probables, all missiles intercepted.

Daniel Boone sustained no damage.

Well, that was easy.

Somehow,
I don't think the Admiral's done.

- Would you agree, Commander?
- Without a doubt, sir.

Target at 20 miles.

For two minutes.

- That's strange.
- What is, Mr Donovan?

Sir, we acquired two targets
early in the attack,

but they're unaccounted for.

They're on the deck.

No, Ares can track targets
30 feet off the water.

They're skimming the swells then.

Got them.

Two bogeys bearing 035
at 10 nautical miles.

I have a visual.
Two Tomcats coming in hot.

Ares has them. Launching SM-2s.

Clear the deck.

- What the hell's going on?
- The system switched to live-fire mode.

- Self destruct missiles.
- I can't.

- We're locked out, sir.
- Then pull the damn plug.

That won't work, sir.
There are redundant power supplies.

What the hell?

These are live missiles inbound.

Break out.

Two SM-2s armed and closing fast.
Hold on.

It's right on our tail.

I can't shake it.

It's locked on.

Eject. Eject.

My God.

- They ejected.
- Call the Ranger.

Get search
and rescue aircraft here ASAP.

I wouldn't do that, Captain.
Ares is controlling all weapons.

It'll shoot anything
that comes near us out of the sky.

- Override it, Commander.
- I can't, sir.

It's running some kind of programme
that's jamming any kind of outside entry.

- Is it tracking surface targets?
- Not at the moment.

- Take out a Zodiac, Commander Miller.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Full stop.
- Aye, sir. Full stop.

There's going to be two angry jet jocks.

Captain, it's Admiral Wiles.
He wants to know what's going on.

So do I.

Get me a heading
for those pilots, Lieutenant.

- Admiral?
- Aye, sir.

Admiral?

- It's dead.
- I lost it. All communication is down.

So is navigation.
We're dead in the water.

Mr Campisano?

It's overriding every system.

All right. What do I got
that's not hooked up to this thing?

The ship's intercom system
and conventional radar.

Mr Jacobs,

tap into the Ranger's Hawkeye.
See what they've got up there.

- Is that allowed, sir?
- The war games are over, Ensign.

Aye, sir.

Sir, there's a helicopter
approaching 20 miles due south.

What kind?

It's one of ours, sir. A Seahawk.

Meg.

How much further?

We should be coming up
on it any second.

Captain, if they come
anywhere near us...

We gotta warn them.

- I want communications online now.
- We're trying, sir.

- Are there any radios in the lifeboats?
- No, sir. Just hand-helds.

But there's a long-range in the launch.

Abeam. Starboard.

- What's going on?
- No time to explain, sir.

- How far, Mr Jacobs?
- In range in one minute, sir.

Shut that damn thing down,
Commander.

- Take a fire axe to it if you have to.
- Sir, it's not that simple.

They built in a fail-safe
in the event of a direct hit to the bridge.

If the control centre is destroyed,

all systems remain
in the last known command modes.

We'll never be able
to get it out of live-fire.

I'm picking up
a Lieutenant Commander Rabb

on the Daniel Boone
over the emergency frequency.

Switch it over.

Approaching Seahawk,
do you read? Over.

Roger. What is your emergency?

I need you to turn back.
Do not approach the Daniel Boone.

Repeat. Do not approach.

We have a fire control malfunction.
You will be shot down. Over.

We don't have enough fuel
to reach a landmass or the Ranger.

That's a negative, Commander.

We are beyond bingo fuel.
We need to land.

Roger. Stand by.

Make like a boat.

Say again. Over.

The destroyer is not tracking
surface targets.

I need you to make like a boat.

Sit on the waves and approach
at 20 knots. Over.

Stand by.

Make like a boat?

I'd listen to him, Lieutenant.
That's my partner.

He knows I'm on here.

He wouldn't tell you to do that
unless it's the only option.

- You must really trust him.
- Absolutely. Can you do it?

Never tried it.

Well, pretend like you did.

Get strapped in.
I don't need you moving around.

Roger, Daniel Boone.
We're coming by sea.

They're still heading in, sir.

Ares is on them. It has a lock.
Missiles arming.

Wait a minute, the target changed.
It's a ship, sir.

Yeah, come on. You can do it.

Wait a minute, hold on.
Now it looks like a helicopter again.

It's too close for missiles.

Ares is switching
to point defence system.

Get down. Get down.

The system's confused.
It can't decide if it's an aircraft or a ship.

And it's coming right up our stern.

The target's gone.
Point defence system disengaging.

They're onboard, Captain.

Welcome aboard.

Sounds like
you have the situation under control.

What's going on?

- Mr Valko?
- Sir?

Get to the launch. Brief the Ranger.

Tell them to keep their aircraft
out of this area

- till we get this thing fixed.
- Should we ask for a tow, sir?

They're 300 miles off, Mr Valko.

I think we'd drift ashore
before they got here.

Aye, sir.

O TA analyst,
report to the Chief Petty Officer

on the O2 level.

O TA analyst,
report to the Chief Petty Officer

on the O2 level.

I don't understand. It just took over?

Apparently, one of the hazards

of letting an artificial intelligence
run your ship.

Well, it wouldn't
just lock them out by itself.

Someone had to programme it
to do that.

Meg, are you all right?

I didn't think I'd be this happy
just to be onboard.

Any word on the pilots, sir?

They're not happy, but they'll live.

Now do you believe Ares had something
to do with Mason's death, sir?

Do you think he was on to someone?

They'd have to know the system.
It's a short list.

Donovan's on the bridge now
supposedly trying to help fix it.

Let's search his quarters.

I'll take Lieutenant Austin to the bridge.

She might be able to help
figure out a way to stop that thing, sir.

Nothing.

I'm starting to feel like a pro at this.

- Almost as good as breaking hearts.
- Well, I've had more practise with that.

I see. So now it's funny.

Dennis, how do you want me
to react to that?

You slept with him, too, didn't you?

- What?
- The fly boy.

I'm not going to have this conversation.

- Is he why you backed out?
- Red light, Commander.

Oh, you're going to pull that now?

Kate, why did you even start with me?

We're adults.

And I thought
we would be able to handle it.

What? A discreet affair
between JAG partners.

Why? Had you pulled it off before?

Look. Dennis, it's over.

I don't love you. I'm sorry.

What's that?

That's the engines starting.

Meg must have
figured out a way to fix it.

It's turning to a heading of 290.

Plot it, XO. Get those engines
powered down ASAP.

What's going on?

Ares powered up the engines,
changed the heading.

It's driving the boat.

Sir, this isn't a malfunction.
It's running on a timed programme.

- Someone told it to do this.
- And we know who.

Oh, now what?

We found these discs
in Lieutenant Donovan's quarters.

They're marked as Lieutenant Mason's.

I don't know what you're talking about.
I didn't do anything.

Skipper, the engine room is sealed off.
They can't get in.

- Sealed? Who sealed it?
- Ares did, sir.

Terrific.

Now the damn thing's
holding us captive.

Sir, the Hawkeye is reading activity
around the North Korean coast.

What kind of activity?

A battle group moving
out of Wonsan harbour.

That's where we're heading.

- Is that right, Commander Miller?
- Yes, sir.

If we maintain this course,

we'll head directly
into the North Korean port.

Sir, they've started cutting
into the engine room.

- How long?
- I don't know, sir. At least 10 minutes.

Captain, at this speed,

we should intercept
the North Korean fleet in 15.

Mr Campisano.

Most of these discs
are backup protocols.

But this looks like an access code
to get in the system's main kernel.

The basic programming level.
Access would allow him

to plant a timed override programme
and lockout the operator.

- Can you use it to get back in?
- No. He changed it.

Sir, we're taking
an aggressive posture here.

From the North Korean side,
it'll look like an attack.

We should brief them on our situation.

You think they'd believe us?

Are the North Koreans
scrambling any aircraft, sir?

- Ensign?
- Negative, sir.

That's because
they already know our situation.

The Ares isn't tracking
any surface vessels,

so the North Koreans can get at us

while the Ranger's prevented
from supplying us with air support.

Are you saying this is all
a North Korean plan to steal my boat?

And all the equipment on it,
including the Ares system, sir.

Assign general quarters.
Set condition one, Commander Miller.

- Aye, sir.
- Break out all small arms.

Pistols, rifles, grenades,
rocket launchers, pots, pans...

I don't care, anything.

I want everyone
from galley cook to lawyers armed.

They are not taking us without a fight.

All personnel, general quarters.

Condition one.

Did the North Koreans
kill Lieutenant Mason?

- Or did you order the hit yourself?
- No, I told you, sir,

I didn't kill anybody.
I'm not working with the North Koreans.

Donovan, if you know
how to fix the system,

you'd better tell us right now.

- God, I wish I could.
- Then just give us the access code.

I don't have it.

- But it wouldn't work anyway.
- Why not?

If the back door didn't work
you're not going through the front.

There's a back door?

It's a programme we're supposed to use
in this kind of emergency,

but Campisano tried it, it didn't work.

Cut the crap, mister.

You have put
the entire hemisphere in danger.

I'm ready to skip the court martial
and feed you to the sharks right now.

Let him go, sir. Let him go.

General quarters, condition one.

General quarters, condition one.

All right, Lieutenant Austin.
Let's have it. I'm listening.

There's almost always a back door to

- these kinds of systems, sir.
- So?

So, that's the first thing
I asked Campisano about.

He said he didn't know of any.

That gives us a reason
for Mason's death.

To get Campisano onboard
as his replacement.

He would have had to plant the discs
in Lieutenant Donovan's quarters.

The man's been on the bridge
since he got here.

Nobody escorted him there.
He could have done it on his way.

Why would he bother?

To keep us wasting time
when it got to this point.

Sir, they got to the fuel cut-off valve.

Good. Tell them
to shut down the turbines, XO.

How long before the North Koreans
intercept, Mr Jacobs?

Six minutes, sir.

Get a munitions specialist up here
to wire C-4 explosives.

Prepare to open sea cocks.

If we're about to be taken,

we'll blow the bridge
and scuttle the ship.

Aye, aye, Skipper.

Sir, if the command centre is destroyed,

surface-to-air weapons
will be stuck in live-fire mode.

Well, that's going to be
their problem, Commander.

They're closing in, sir.

- How far?
- Three nautical miles, sir.

Well, if you want to be a hero,
Mr Campisano,

this is the time to do it.

Where'd he go?

- Is that the C-4, Petty Officer?
- Yes, sir.

I'll have to take it from here.

Sir, I have orders to take it
directly to the bridge personally.

I can't let you do that.

Hold up, Commander.
We need to talk to you.

Go get help. I'll get Donovan.

Dennis, don't do anything heroic.

Get out of here.

Hold it.

Wait here. If you see him, shoot him.

Are you giving me an order,
Commander?

No, a strategy.

They're signalling, sir.

We're to stand down and be boarded.

- Like hell.
- Captain.

- What is it?
- Campisano. He fired on us.

Come on, Lieutenant. It's up to us.

Come on.

What are you going to do?

Wait down here
for your buddies to come for you?

Unless you're stupid
and don't drop your weapon.

You blew it, Campisano.

If that is, in fact, your name.

What'd it take?
Ten, 15 years to plant you?

- Something like that.
- How'd you pick half-ltalian?

There really was
a half-breed Campisano.

Parents were killed. American citizen.
Made it real simple.

- It's not simple now.
- Sure it is.

I walk out of here or he dies.

Try it. I don't like him anyway.

What's it gonna be?

- I told you to wait, sir.
- You could have killed me.

Would you rather he killed you?

What are you looking for?

If Ares was to be of any use
to the North Koreans,

he would have to have a way
to get it back online. Bingo.

They're circling, sir.
Positioning to board.

Stand by to repel boarders.

- Where the hell is that C-4?
- It's right here, sir.

But I don't think you'll need it.

What happened to Campisano?

I found him, sir,
but he didn't survive the encounter.

But I think he left us
a way back into the system.

Through the back door.

- Lieutenant, I need that now.
- Aye, sir.

Coming alongside, sir.
Port and starboard.

- Lieutenant Austin?
- Almost there.

Set the charges.

Tell our men to fire at will
the minute one of those bastards

- tries to board my ship.
- Aye, sir.

Set the charges, Ensign.
Fire at will on any attempt to board.

I'm in. It's all yours.

- Just shut the damn thing off.
- Aye, sir.

Sir, communications is back online.

Five-one radar's up and active, sir.

All weapons systems
under normal control.

All right. Let's put one
across the lead ship's bow, XO.

Aye, sir.

Fire across the bow.

Five-inch gun on the foredeck.

- They've stopped, sir.
- Fire again.

Aye, sir.

Fire again.

They're pulling away, sir.

All right.

Smart boys.

Start those engines.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Turn port to course 090. All ahead flank.

Aye, sir. 090. Flank speed.

Mr Valko, call the Ranger,

tell Admiral Wiles
he can put his birds up in the air again.

Ranger, do you copy?

- Daniel Boone is back in the US Navy.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Right, Commander?
- Yes, sir.

All right, XO, how long
till we're out of these Korean waters?

Approximately 15 minutes
at flank speed, sir.

Commander?

Sir?

Do you think
it's necessary to tell Lieutenant Pike

exactly what happened down there?

No, sir. I don't see the need. Do you?

Thank you, Commander.

Commander, if I may be so bold...

You need to let her go.

It wasn't there.
I must have left them in the restaurant.

Please fasten your seatbelts...

- Don't start.
- It's a non-smoking flight.

Hey, I only have five days of leave left.

You're lucky I asked you to come along.

You're lucky I was free.

Does Brockman know
where you're going?

We had a long talk. He's better.
I think he's finally accepted it.

Though, I don't think he's too happy
I'm going with you.

Oh, maybe you should have told him
we had separate hotel rooms.

Paging passenger Rabb.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
Please press your call button.

- I think I hear duty calling.
- No.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
Please press your call button

so the flight attendant can locate you.

You have an emergency message.

No.