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Hello, Viktor.

I see it is the same leg you injured
when you went down.

- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.

Still lying to me.

And you're still questioning me.

I heard about the accident

and that the KGB
was sending you north.

I came to see if there was anything
I could do.

Set me free.

I've tried, as much as I dare.

It's all right, Viktor.

I always preferred to do things
for myself anyway.

Don't be a fool.

There's a thousand miles
of frozen wasteland out there.

They want to take a photograph.

Why?

No one can know I'm alive
and in Russia.

KGB are bureaucrats.
They like to record everything.

Viktor, you wanna do something
for me?

Let Trish and my son know
that I'm alive.

Harmon, that's impossible.

Do it as a friend. Please.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

You found something?

This is Captain Boris Novodin.

This is Lieutenant Anatoly Krezhnin.
KGB.

Neither survived
Gorbachev's perestroika.

And this,
this is Major Viktor Lushov.

- KGB?
- Soviet air force.

He specialised in dissecting
our aerial-weapons systems

during Vietnam and the Cold War.

In 1970, Major Lushov was in Hanoi,
interrogating downed flyers.

At the time,
he was particularly interested

in Navy pilots
who flew Iron Hand missions.

Those were the missions my dad
was flying when he went down.

What's he doing in a photo
taken ten years later?

Why don't you ask him?

Lushov's in San Diego,
working for Consolidated Aircraft

as a systems engineer.

He came here in '89,
goes by the name of Sam Lewis.

Mother's not ill, is she?

No, sir.
Her health is excellent, admiral.

I just haven't seen her in a while,
and I need to fly to keep current.

So I thought I'd do a cross-country
to Miramar,

take a long weekend,
kill two birds with one stone.

And keep your flight status current.

Yes, sir. And see my mother.

I guess we could spare you
for a couple of days.

Thank you, sir.

Commander.

Sir?

Please give my regards
to your mother.

Well, I'll do that, sir. Thank you.

What's a son need to do
to get a drink around here?

The sun is over the yardarm.

Darling, we didn't expect you
for another hour at least.

You're getting younger
every time I see you.

That's just you getting older.

- Hello, Harm.
- Frank, you're looking fit.

I'm just trying to keep up
with your mom.

I'll get you the drink.

Hey.

- So how's the gallery?
- Oh, it's a pain in the butt.

You know, I think I'm supporting
every starving artist

from Tijuana to Ventura.

How are Annie and Josh?

Well, I'm not seeing
Annie anymore, Mom.

How's Mac?

She's fine, I guess.

She's really quite the girl, isn't she?

Don't start, Mom.

So, Harm, what brings you
to the West Coast?

- A case?
- No.

Cheers, darling.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Good to see you.
- Yeah, you too.

No, not a case.

I found somebody
who knew Dad in Russia.

Russia?

Your father died in Vietnam.

I don't believe he did, Mom.

Trish, there have been rumours
of American POWs

having been sent
to the Soviet Union.

This photo was taken in Siberia
in 1980.

Is it him?

Could be.

I don't know.

What do you intend to do?

Go to Russia, find him.

- Let it go, Harm.
- I can't, Mom.

Mom.

Not knowing his fate.

Wondering always
if he might still be alive.

The ghost of your father
has always been between us.

Your mom needs closure
as much as you do.

Thanks, Frank.

Do you still carry that photo
of your dad?

Yeah.

He was a handsome guy, your dad.

No more than you, Frank.

I have a friend in Moscow,
Hugh Blackadder.

I'll arrange for funds to be available
to you through him.

Frank, I can't take your money.

I figured out early on
that I could never live up

to your father in your eyes.

I wasn't a Blue Angel.

- Hell, I never even wore a uniform.
- Frank.

But although you never thought
about me as your father...

...you're the only son I ever had.

Let me help you, Harm.

Mom, I'm sorry I upset you.

No, it's my fault.

I never should have let you listen
to the tapes

your father used to send home.

How else would I have ever
got to know him?

Through my eyes.

I never let you listen to this one.

It was returned with his things
from the ship.

Your daddy made this
in case he didn't come back.

It's mostly personal, but I'd like you
to hear how he wanted me

to go on with my life
and for you to have a father,

even if it wasn't him.

Listen to it, darling.
I think you'll understand.

I already do understand, Mom.

You look so much like him.

Viktor Lushov?

Harmon?

Lieutenant Harmon Rabb?

Are you a ghost?

I'm his son, sir.

Yes.

When did you first question
my father?

In the spring of '70.

He had been badly injured
and not treated very well.

I saw that he received
medical attention,

which quite probably saved his life.

So you could interrogate him?

Yes.

Your father was shot down
flying what your Navy called

an Iron Hand mission.

Do you know what that is?

It's a mission designed
to kill SAM missile sites.

They were normally flown in A-6s,

but your father was flying
a specially equipped F-4,

which he used quite effectively.

He dodged half a dozen missiles
and destroyed three missile sites

before a lucky burst of flak
caught him.

- The golden BB.
- Yes.

Such effectiveness,
we had to know more about.

So, what did you do
when he told you nothing?

Oh, but he told me everything.

That's why the KGB
flew him to Russia.

- I don't believe you.
- It's true.

We spent two years at an air force
scientific-research centre

trying to duplicate your systems.

But it was all maskirovka.

You understand? Disinformation.

Deception.

Telling me lies was worse
than telling me nothing.

What happened after that?

Oh, we were both fighter pilots,
and that is a strong bond.

We spent many hours talking
of flying and our families.

He spoke often of you and Trish.

You didn't answer my question.

We became friends.
And I began to fear for his life.

So I told the KGB
that he had been of great help

and might be of more in the future.

So they let him live.

They shipped him off to a gulag
in Siberia.

When?

The summer of '72.

Then how do you explain this photo?

- It was taken in 1980.
- Oh, the KGB and their records.

- How did you get this?
- It doesn't matter.

Harmon was injured
in a mining accident.

I heard that they were going
to move him,

so I went to see him
at the train station.

After that meeting, I never heard of
Lieutenant Harmon Rabb again.

Why haven't you told
anybody else about this?

Because I want to live.

I tell you because of the guilt I feel

for something
your father asked me to do.

I will tell no one else.

This photo was taken by the KGB
for their records.

That means there are other records.

Well, perhaps this will help.

"S-394652." What is this?

Something that's been burned
into my memory for 28 years.

It's the prisoner number
the KGB assigned to your father.

You didn't just lie to your
commanding officer, you lied to me.

If I had told you
why I was going to San Diego, sir,

would you have let me go?

Maybe, maybe not,

but damn it, you could have at least
given me the benefit of the doubt.

My apologies, admiral.

You, above anybody else,
deserves better from me, sir.

May I show you this, sir?

"S-394652." What is this?

It's my father's KGB number, sir.

It was given to me
by a former Soviet air force officer,

Major Viktor Lushov.

He interrogated my father in Russia.

The last time he saw him
was in Siberia in 1980.

That's when
the photo was taken, sir.

That's the major,
beside my father, in the fur hat.

You know this could all be a hoax.

- To what end, sir?
- Oh, come on, commander.

If an American POW
was proven to be held in Russia

after the Vietnam War,

it would blow the roof off of
Washington and Moscow.

Now, this has to be investigated
through official channels.

So it can be covered up, admiral?

You know better than that,
commander.

If I knew anyone, up to
and including the president,

was covering up something like this,
I would be the first one in their face.

I was thinking of the other side, sir.

Viktor... Major Lushov
told me that my dad

was taken to Siberia
by a rogue KGB operation.

An official enquiry
could never uncover that, sir.

- But you could?
- Yes, sir, I believe so.

Admiral, I have 30 days' leave
on the books.

I'd like to take it as soon as possible.

You realise that the odds
of your father being alive

are practically nonexistent.

Back in April, Toshimasa Maguro,
a World War II prisoner,

was returned to Japan
after 53 years in Siberia.

He was simply forgotten.

Submit your request for leave.
I'll take it under advisement.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well?

He said he'd take it
under advisement.

You're gonna go no matter
what the admiral says, aren't you?

You can reach me at this number,
day or night.

Just make sure you call
from a secured phone.

Our embassy's probably
got the only one in Moscow.

I don't think you'll find your father,
Harm, but if you do...

You'll wanna be the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

Welcome to Aeroflot Flight 318
with non-stop service...

I'm sorry, I don't speak...

Russian.

Well, isn't this a coincidence.

Isn't it?

Whose idea was it?

Mine and the admiral's, unofficially.

You're on my seat belt.

I speak the language, I can
handle myself if things get rough

and you need someone
to watch your 6.

Mac, I don't know
where this is gonna lead.

All the more reason for me to come.

Oh, look, we're moving.

Taxi?

It's okay. I speak English.

Sure, I know Hotel Posolskaya.
It's good place.

I am Alexei. This way, please.

Take Tverskaya to the Garden Ring.

You have been to Moscow before?

I've got a map.

You afraid I'll cheat you?

I just wanna learn my way around.

That is old map.
Street names have changed.

Everything has changed in Russia.

We are like America now.

Everything is free,
if you have money.

I'm going to take you shopping.

No, all I want now
is a hot bath and a bed.

We'll shop later, then, huh?

I can get you computers, fur coats,
diamond rings, you name it.

Even a Soviet submarine,
if you have enough money.

How about a MiG-29?

One ride, 15,000, American.

You're serious?
You can buy a ride in a MiG-29?

Sure. I can arrange it.

We are selling everything now.

Pretty soon, all we have left
is our underwear.

What was that for?

Lubyanka Prison. Home of KGB.

Harmon Rabb.

Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Rabb.
Passport, please.

Okay, here we are.

- Reservation for one.
- My friend needs a room too.

Does your friend
have a reservation?

No, is that a problem?

Problem, yes.
We have no vacancies.

Well, I suppose we can share.

You share room, you pay double.

It's not in the book.

Flip you for the bed.

You take it. I'll sleep in the chair.

I'll wait in the bathroom
while you change into your pyjamas.

What pyjamas?

Oh, God. What is that?

I don't know. Maybe it's a gift
from your friend at the front desk.

Oh, you're not gonna open it,
are you?

Open the window.

It's stuck.

A warning?
Rabb sleeps with the herrings.

"For God's sake,
don't shoot anyone. Webb."

I hear two of your officers
are in Moscow. May I ask why?

They're on vacation, Mr. Secretary.

- Vacation.
- Yes, sir.

You are aware
of the government's position

on American POWs in Russia,
aren't you, A. J?

Yes, sir. Officially, there are no
American POWs in Russia.

Nor unofficially.

Well, there are rumours,
Mr. Secretary.

Which is why we have a team
of MIA experts in Moscow.

They haven't found a single piece
of solid evidence

to substantiate any of those stories.

People with hope don't always
need solid evidence, sir.

My wife's brother went down
in the South China Sea in '68.

She still dreams he's alive.

It's cruel to raise false hopes
with hearsay and rumours.

- I agree with that, sir.
- Good.

Get Rabb to agree.

Better yet,
get him to vacation in Italy.

- Mac.
- Got it.

Boss, you scared me blind.

What are you doing here, Alexei?

Nothing, boss.
I thought you might be hungry.

I know private club.

American steak, Scotch whisky,
Russian women.

But you don't need that, do you?

Why didn't you knock?

I didn't want to wake you
if you were asleep.

Please, lady, put down the gun?

Get the door.

I can't sleep.

Yeah, me neither.

So I had good idea, huh?

Thank you.

Mark.

Falcon.

I knew we were destined
to meet again, Sarah.

So did I, but I haven't
been looking forward to it.

I have.

Ever since the fire on the Hornet.

I still don't know how you led us
out of that blaze.

You saved my life, commander.

And you repaid me
by stealing the book.

The book?

A little green one
with the names of American POWs

transferred to Russia by the KGB.

That book was a fake,
like that photo someone sent you.

Who was that, by the way?

Well, if it's a fake, what do you care?

So who do you work for, Mark?
If that's even your real name.

It's actually Sokol, Sarah.

I work for the Federal Security Service,
much like your FBI.

So why pick us up?

- I feared for your safety.
- Really.

Well, perhaps not yours,
commander, but certainly Sarah's.

Commander, you're being fed
false information

by someone determined to drive
a wedge between our two countries.

And how does that endanger us?

There are some
that would eliminate you

rather than risk you
finding your father.

Like you?

Discovering an American POW
on our soil would be disastrous.

But if by some incredible circumstance
the information you have were true,

I'd try my best to keep it secret.

But it's not. That's exactly why
I need the photograph.

- And name of whoever gave it to you.
- So you can destroy it?

- Yes.
- And the person who gave it to Harm?

That man's trying to destroy Russia,
send us back to the days of Stalin.

And he must be stopped.

S-394652.

Write it down.

What is this?

The number the KGB
assigned my father

when he was taken
as a prisoner here to Russia.

Who keeps giving you these lies,
commander?

Get me a file on that number
and maybe I'll tell you.

We free to go?

Well, you came here freely,
didn't you?

Sarah.

As I recall,
you and I had an open dinner date.

Why not?
We can tell each other lies.

So you work
for the Federal Security Service?

No, boss. I work for whoever pays.

A man with no loyalties?

I work for the highest bidder.

Well, at least you're honest.

Unless you pay me
to be dishonest, boss.

I like him.

People with no integrity
always attract you.

Sorry, Mac.
That was the jet lag talking.

Hey, I accepted a dinner with Falcon
because I thought it would help.

Vodka loosens the tightest lips,
you know.

Was that lips or hips?

You're terrible.
I don't drink, remember?

Colonel Parlovsky.

Commander Rabb.

Major MacKenzie.

What a delightful surprise.

Are you enjoying Moscow?

Well, so far, all we've seen is
the airport, Lubyanka and this hotel.

Perhaps...

...I could show you
an interesting alley.

One without ears.

So you have just come
from Lubyanka?

Yes.

Were you questioned
by Major Sokol?

- Major?
- Sokol is KGB.

- I thought the KGB was dead.
- Mutated.

Governments come and go.
KGBs live forever.

- I thought you were KGB.
- Never.

I'm Foreign Intelligence.
Similar to your FBI.

Funny, that's what Sokol said
about his Federal Security Service.

Does Major Sokol know of the
photograph I sent you, commander?

- Yes.
- Did you tell him I sent it?

- No.
- Good.

The foolish gesture of an old man
with a missing son in Afghanistan.

I regret sending it.
It has only put you in peril.

But it's brought me closer
to my father.

For that, I owe you.

Your father is certainly dead by now.

Is your son dead?

I talked to a former
Soviet air force officer.

He interrogated my father.

- How did you find him?
- That doesn't matter.

He gave me my father's
KGB prisoner number.

Did you tell this to Major Sokol?

Yes. He's tracing the number.

- That puts you in even greater danger.
- How?

If Sokol is all you say he is,

why wouldn't he want us
to find Harm's father?

Create tension
between the US and Russia?

The closer you come,
the more danger you're in.

Go back to the U.S.,
both of you, tonight.

You cannot risk
staying here a minute longer.

- I can't.
- We can't.

I have a dinner date.

The turbot with black caviar
butter sauce is a specialty.

Khachapuri is excellent.

What do you normally have?

Steak. Medium rare.

I'll have that.

Where'd you learn English?

I grew up in Houston.

My parents moved there
in the early '60s

to monitor your space programme.

So spying runs in the family.

If my father had been a flier,
I might be like your Commander Rabb.

He's very special to you, isn't he?

Yes.

But not in the way you think.

He's the best partner I've ever had
and could ever hope to have.

He respects me, trusts me,
and it's mutual.

I wish you could say
those words about me, Sarah.

How could I ever trust you, Sokol?

I warned you
because I care about you.

- And I did it at a great risk.
- How?

There's a very dangerous man
who's out to destroy me.

He was KGB.

And I think he's behind
the disinformation

Commander Rabb
has been receiving.

Does this man have a name?

Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.

- Have you heard of him?
- No.

If you did, would you tell me, Sarah?

If I could trust you.

Well, how can I gain your trust?

Help Harm find the truth.

Okay, Sarah.

If he tells me
who gave him the photograph

and swears that if he discovers
his father was brought to Russia,

no one will ever know
but the two of you.

You're assuming his father's dead,
aren't you?

I'm assuming
he was never here at all.

And if he was,
he's most certainly dead by now.

And if he's not?

Let's not talk about the impossible.

You read Russian, commander?

It's the file
on prisoner number S-394652.

Opened May 10th, 1970,
in Chkalovskaya.

- Where's that?
- Ten kilometres outside Moscow.

It's the Air Force
Scientific Test Institute.

Two years later, in July 1972,
S-394652 was sent to Vorkuta gulag.

It doesn't say why.

In 1980, he was transferred to Beloyka
in northern Siberia, where he...

- He died.
- He escaped.

My father escaped in 1980?

If he was your father.

There's no name, commander.
Only a number.

This could be the file of any one of

hundreds of thousands
the KGB imprisoned.

How many were held in
an air force scientific-test centre?

How many had their photo taken
at Vorkuta Train Station?

S-394652 is my father.

Where's Beloyka?

Thirteen hundred miles from here.

Going to Beloyka
would be extremely dangerous.

- I'll leave first thing in the morning.
- We'll leave first thing in the morning.

- Mac, from here on, I go alone.
- No way.

Commander Rabb,
who gave you the photograph?

I received it in the mail
from Moscow.

No name, no return address.

On the back was written "1980"
and "This one's real."

- You know more.
- So do you.

What did he say?

Just to be safe.

Why are you blushing?

Well?

They leave for Beloyka
in the morning.

Harm!

I know where your father is.

What's in the book, commander?

These documents are fake.

Oh, God...

What time is it?

East Coast, Zulu, or Moscow?

- Moscow will do.
- 0525.

That jet lag doesn't even throw off
your internal clock, huh?

Nope. Although daylight savings
makes me think twice.

Hey, boss. It's me, Alexei.

Yeah.

I have been working
on tickets all night.

I got two seats to Norilsk.

But I could not get you
from there to Beloyka.

What, sold out? No seats?

No flights.

There is one flight each week,
but that has been cancelled

until further notice.

Falcon or Parlovsky?

Toss a coin.
I don't trust either of them.

- Oh, me too, boss.
- You?

Your loyalty goes
to the highest bidder.

Yes, but when I accepted it,
I honour it.

How far from Norilsk to Beloyka?

Only 400 kilometre.

Well, what about a private jet?

Everything in Russia is either
Aeroflot or military.

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

A ride, yes. A flight to Beloyka, no.

No pilot would risk breaking the rules
that much. He'd be shot.

Yeah, a MiG-29 could make it.

It has a range of 1,500 miles
if both tanks are full.

Dollars can buy fuel,
but not the pilot.

Well, we've got a pilot.

You are military pilot?

I fly Tomcats, which is what
a MiG-29 is a rip-off of.

You'd have to steal it.

Is that a problem?

- It'll cost.
- How much?

Fifty thousand.

Our new embassy had bugs built in
during construction,

so we moved back into the old one.

I imagine a few heads
rolled over that, huh?

My predecessor's included.

Now, the ambassador won't be in till 1.
He said to let you use his office.

Well, that was nice of him.
Thank you.

Yeah, he's a nice guy.

Oh, the red phone
is the secured line.

- Webb's waiting on it.
- Thank you.

I'm expecting a Hugh Blackadder.
He has documents for me.

I'll see that he's shown in.

Thank you.

- Webb?
- We're here, Rabb.

Who's we?

We as in the admiral who is regretting
ever letting you go on leave.

- Morning, sir.
- Technically correct.

It's 0400 here. What's up?

- What is it?
- Pirozhki, lady. It's very good.

It is good.

Why don't you call me Mac?

Mac is a man's name.

It's short for MacKenzie,
my family name.

I heard Major Sokol call you Sarah.

Well, call me Sarah if you like.

It fits you better, Sarah.

Alexei certainly fits you.

Why is that?

It means helper.

As long as you have money.

Maybe. But I have a feeling you're not
as mercenary as you like to act.

Why? Because I gave you pirozhki?

Because you didn't ask me
to pay for it.

That's a good one, lady.

Sarah.

You're being set up, Rabb.

Colonel Parlovsky and Major Sokol
are the same animal.

They're both former KGB.

Parlovsky was Sokol's mentor
in the old days.

They may be in a power struggle,
they may be working together,

either way, you're in danger.

- So's the major.
- Yes, sir, I know.

If you know any way
to make her stay behind,

I wish you'd tell me.

- I could order her home.
- Yes, sir, you could.

Do it. Rabb will never come back,
now that's he's got a blood scent.

Cut your losses.

You have always had a way
with words, Webb.

Mac speaks Russian, you don't.

You stand a better chance
of staying alive with her.

You agree?

The odds are better with her, sir.

Go find your father, Harm.

Thank you, admiral.

Commander Rabb?

Hugh Blackadder.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
- Isn't it?

Since Frank said I should give you
anything you wanted.

Frank's a good man.

How much is in there?

- How much you need?
- Like I said, boss, 50,000.

Well, I think we can cover that.

- He's right.
- What'd he say?

That we'd be sick
before we left the ground.

Well, one of us, anyway.

Okay, this fighter can carry a pilot
and one passenger.

So I have to take you one at a time.
Who will be first?

- Her.
- Him.

How about both of us?

Tell him to come down.

- What'd he say?
- That he left his maps in his locker.

Well, let's hope not.

- Sorry.
- Alexei.

Drag him out of the way,
then get out of here.

Okay, boss.

Mac, come on.

I'm going to hate myself for this.

They are waiting for you.

- Who?
- Our fighter planes.

He knew you'd steal this MiG.
He was counting on it.

That's why they had the commercial
flight to Beloyka discontinued.

He wants you shot down
stealing this MiG.

- Who?
- He is the highest bidder,

he always was.
So that I will not tell you.

Give it up, commander. Major.

- Were you KGB?
- No.

No, I was in the submarine service.
A lieutenant.

How you doing, Mac?

Don't ask.

I'm gonna follow this river
to avoid detection.

But I'm gonna have to climb soon.

We burn too much fuel
down this low.

Keep your eyes on our 6.

I'm gonna try
and get this radar working.

Suck it up, Marine.

I've got the radar working. Hang on.

Can I stop looking now?

Yeah, I got them on radar.

- Is that what I think it is?
- Yep.

What do we do?

Pray.

Missile inbound.