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[train whistle blowing]

[man speaking Russian]

[jet engine whooshing overhead]

[man speaking Russian]

[sighs]

[speaking Russian]
Hello, Comrade.

Viktor.

I need to question him
for a few minutes.

Hello, Viktor.

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

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

Oh, 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.

[man speaking Russian]
We need a photograph.

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 want to do something for me?

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

Harmon, that's impossible.

Do it as a friend.

Please.

[train whistle blows]

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 specialized in dissecting
our aerial weapons systems

during Vietnam and the Cold War.

In 1970, Major
Lushov was in Hanoi

interrogating downed fliers.

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.
He goes by the name

of Sam Lewis.

[Chegwidden]
Your mother's
not ill, is she?

[Rabb] 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.

I'll... I'll do that, sir.

Thank you.

[Rabb] 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.

Oh.

How is Mac?

She's fine, I guess.

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

Don't start, Mom.

[Frank] So, Harm,

what brings you to
the West Coast? A case?

No.

Cheers, darling.

Whoa, whoa!

Wait, 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.

[Frank] Trish, there have
been rumors of American P.O.W.s

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.

[Trish] 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... 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.

[footsteps approaching]

Mom, I... 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'd have
ever got to know him?

Through my eyes.

I-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.

[speaking Russian]
Jesus, forgive me.

Viktor Lushov?

Harmon?

Lieutenant Harmon Rabb?

Are you a ghost?

I'm his son, sir.

[both chuckling]

Yes...

When did you first
question my father?

[Lushov] 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.

Mm-hmm. 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 flack 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 Center

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 are 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, eh, 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?

In the summer of '72.

Then how do you
explain this photo?

It was taken in 1980.

[chuckling]: Oh, the KGB
and their records.

How did you get this?

That 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-394-652."

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.

[speaking Russian]
Good luck, Harmon Rabb, Jr.

[Chegwidden]
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 at least give
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-394-652. What is this?

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

It was given to me

by a former Soviet
Air Force officer,

Major Victor 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 P.O.W. 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 inquiry 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 realize that the odds

of your father
being alive are...

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 going to 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 want to be
the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

[jet engine whooshing]

[flight attendant]
Welcome to Aeroflot Flight 318,
with non-stops to...

[woman speaking Russian]
Excuse me. Is this seat taken?

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.

Uh... 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 six.

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

All the more reason
for me to come.

Oh, look.

We're moving.

[speaking Russian]

Taxi?

Do you know
the Posolskaya Hotel?

It's okay.
I speak English.

Sure. I know Hotel Posolskaya.

Is good place.

I am Alexei.

This way, please.

[Mackenzie]
Uh, take
Tverskaya to the garden ring.

[Alexei]
You have
been to Moscow before?

I've got a map.

You afraid I'll cheat you?

I just want to learn
my way around.

That is old map.

Street names have changed.

Everything has
changed in Russia.

We're like America now.

Everything is free,

if you have money.

I'm going to take you shopping.

Uh, no, uh, all I want now
is a hot bath and a bed.

We'll shop later then, eh?

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.

[spitting]

What was that for?

Lubyanka Prison.

Home of KGB.

Harmon Rabb.

Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Rabb.

Passport, please.

There it is.

Okay, here we are.

Reservation for one.

Uh, 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.

[woman] You share room,
you pay double.

If he can afford this bimbo,
he can afford double.

Sorry, honey,
but I'm not a whore.

[soft chuckle]

It's not in the book.

[soft, sarcastic chuckle]

Flip you for the bed.

You take it.

I'll sleep in the...

chair.

[sighing]

Uh...

I'll wait in the bathroom

while you change
into your pajamas.

Uh, what pajamas?

[knock at door]

Whoa.

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 going
to open it, are you?

Open the window.

[grunting]

It's stuck.

Ugh!

[Mackenzie] A warning?

"Rabb sleeps with the herrings."

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

Webb.

[Secnav]
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 P.O.W.s
in Russia, aren't you, A.J.?

Uh, yes, sir.

Officially, there are no
American P.O.W.s in Russia.

Nor unofficially.

Well, there are rumors,
Mr. Secretary.

Which is why we have a team
of M.I.A. 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 rumors.

I agree with that, sir.

Good. Get Rabb to agree.

Better yet, get him
to vacation in Italy.

[footsteps in distance]

[gentle creaking]

[whispering] Mac.

[whispering] Got it.

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

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 whiskey, 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?

[speaking Russian]

Get the door.

[grunting]

[spring breaks]

I can't sleep.

Yeah, me neither.

So, I had good idea, huh?

Thank you.

Hello, Sarah.

Mark!

[Rabb] Falcon.

[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?

The little green one

with the names of
American P.O.W.s

transferred to
Russia by the KGB.

That book was a fake,

like that photo
someone sent you.

Who was that, by that way?

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

[Mackenzie]
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
P.O.W. 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 the name of whoever
gave it to you.

So you can destroy it.

Yes.

And the person
who gave it to Harm.

That man is trying
to destroy Russia,

send us back

to the days of Stalin,
and he must be stopped.

S-394-652.

Write it down.

What is this?

It's 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.

[door closes]

[Rabb]
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.

Dasvidanya.

Dasvidanya.

I like him.

People with no integrity
always attract you.

Ouch!

Sorry, Mac. That was...

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?

[Rabb] Colonel Parlovsky.

Commander Rabb.

Major MacKenzie.

What a delightful surprise.

Are you enjoying Moscow?

So far all we've
seen is the airport

Lubyanka and this hotel.

Perhaps...

I could show you
an interesting alley...

one without ears.

[Parlovsky]
So you have
just come from Lubyanka.

[Rabb] Yes.

Were you questioned
by Major Sokol?

Major?

Sokol is KGB.

[Mackenzie] 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.

Well, it's brought me
closer to my father.

For that I owe you.

Your father is
certainly dead by now.

Is your son dead?

[chuckles]

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 U.S. 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.

[Falcon] The turbot
with black caviar butter
sauce is a specialty.

Oh...

Khachapuri is excellent.

And what do you normally have?

Steak... medium rare.

I'll have that.

- Cheers!
- Waiter, bring me
some more wine, please!

Where'd you learn English?

I grew up in Houston.

My parents moved
there in the early '60s

to, uh, monitor
your space program.

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?

[Mackenzie] This is a file

on prisoner number S-394-652

opened May 10, 1970,
in Chkalovskaya.

Where's that?

It's about ten kilometers
outside Moscow.

It's the Air Force
Scientific Test Institute.

Two years later, in July,
1972, S-394-652 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 Center?

How many had their photo
taken at Vorkuta train station?

S-394-652 is my father.

Where's Beloyka?

1,300 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.

[Falcon] 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.

[speaking Russian] Keep safe.
You and I have just begun.

What did he say?

Just to be safe.

Why are you blushing?

[Parlovsky] Well?

They leave for Beloyka
in the morning.

[panting]

Harmon!

I know where your father is.

[Falcon]
What's in
the book, Commander?

These documents are fake!

[panting]

[laughs]

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.

[knocking]

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
canceled until further notice.

Falcon or Parlovsky?

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

Me, too, boss.

You?

Your loyalty goes
to the highest bidder.

Yes, but when I
accept the bid, I honor it.

How far from Norilsk to Beloyka?

Only 400 kilometer.

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.

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 a 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?

[speaking Russian]

It'll cost.

How much?

[mumbling]

$50,000?

[man]
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 1:00.

He said to let
you use his office.

Well, that was nice of him.
Thank you.

He's a nice guy.

Oh, the red phone
is the secured line.

Webb's waiting on it.

Thanks. 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.

0400 here. What's up?

What is it?

Piroshki, lady.

It's very good.

Mmm. 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.

Call me Sarah if you like.

It fits you better... Sarah.

Alexei certainly fits you.

Oh? 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 Piroshki?

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

[laughing]

That's a good
one, lady... Sarah.

[Webb]
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 is 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'll never come back
now that 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.

Find your father, Harm.

Thank you, Admiral.

[knocking]

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.

Mm-hmm.

[Alexei] Wow! How
much is in there?

How much you need?

Like I said, boss, $50,000.

Well, I think

we can cover that.

[speaking Russian]
Why full tanks?

They're rich and want to fly
for a long time.

They'll be sick
before they leave the ground.

He's right.

What did 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'll be first? Her.

Him.

[laughing]

[speaking Russian]

How about both of us?

-What the hell is this?
-I don't know.

Tell him to come down.

And no tricks.
I know how to use this.

Tourists!

[whistles]

I left my maps in my locker.
Get them.

What'd he say?

He said he left

his maps in his locker.

Well, let's hope not.

Sorry.

[Rabb] Alexei,

drag him out of the
way and then get the hell

-out of here.
-Okay, boss.

Goodbye, Alexi.

[Rabb] Mac, come on.

I'm going to hate
myself for this.

They're 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?

[Rabb] Were you KGB?

No. I was in the submarine
service, a Lieutenant.

[speaking Russian]
Goodbye, Lieutenant.

[engines whooshing]

What happened?

American spies!

They stole your airplane!

Why do that?
They could buy it!

How you doing, Mac?

Don't ask.

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

but I'm going to
have to climb soon.

We burn too much
fuel down this low.

Keep your eyes on our six.
I'm gonna try and get

this radar working.

[groans and laughs]

Suck it up, Marine.

I got the radar working.

Hang on.

[MacKenzie groans]

Can I stop looking now?

Yeah. I got them on radar.

I have a target. Follow me.

[buzzing]

Is that what I think it is?

Yup.

What do we do?

Pray.

Missile inbound.