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Previously onJAG...

[Sebring] We find the accused, Mustafa Atef

guilty of the intentional targeting

and mass murder of noncombatants.

By unanimous vote, this tribunal sentences the accused to death.

We can't execute Mustafa Atef.

Remember Mustafa's brother Kabir was in Pakistan?

While he was there, enemy communication traffic

between Pakistan, Iran and Russia

-was off the charts. -Russia?

I give you half now, half later.

We think a terrorist cell is planning an attack

on the U.S. military.

And you think this man who is trying to recruit our people

is involved?

Can you brighten my day, Commander?

This was attached to a male finger

found in the rubble in Building Six.

Kabir's name is inscribed inside.

You're saying we got him.

On closer inspection

I realize it had been severed

not torn off as you'd expect in an explosion.

He cut off his own finger?

That's my theory.

What kind of a man would do that?

All right, move in.

[keyboard clacking]

Why has he come back to Afghanistan?

Three of the bodies found

indicate signs of radiation poisoning.

Maybe they were building something.

Or transporting it.

Whatever Kabir's up to, we've got to stop him before he does it.

[Vice Admiral Holt] I've been in action groups

with the CIA...

The DIA, even the NRO.

but, Admiral, this is a first.

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

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

Have we met before, Commander Turner?

I don't think so, sir.

I'm certain I'd have remembered.

Lieutenant Singer, would you please

bring Vice Admiral Holt up to speed on what we know?

-Be a pleasure, sir.

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

crossed the border from Afghanistan to Iran.

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 he 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, he 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 Qarqin 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 Qarqin?

I have no idea.

Where is Qarqin?

Qarqin is near to the border with Uzbekistan

but you do not want to go there.

-Why not? -The road to the village--

very bad.

Two tribes at war.

Each man carries a gun.

Fighting. Killing every day.

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

Hmm. Then we should feel right at home.

[Coates] Lieutenant Roberts.

Sir, there was collateral damage

from a recent air strike in Ghazni

that has locals very upset.

Captain Johnson wants a JAG assessment.

Okay, uh, arrange for transport, Petty Officer.

Already have, sir.

Say the word and we're gone.

[Rabb] There's nothing out here.

It's the right road.

I just doubled-checked it.

[rapid gunfire]

That sounded like AK-47 fire.

It sure did.

[bullet ricochets]

I think we're clear.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Do you smell that?

Diesel fuel.

Yeah.

They must have hit the tank.

There's a patch kit in the back.

I think I can fix it.

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

[Roberts] Well, this road's been cleared, Jen.

-Just stay on it, and you'll be fine. -Don't worry, Lieutenant.

-I wouldn't leave it for a cold beer, sir. -This looks like our man.

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

-What's the problem? -All that rubble used to be a school.

The only school

the children had for 150 kilometers.

Hatim.

And this is part of what caused all this destruction.

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

This is part of a J-DAM.

Sir, they could have found that anywhere.

Does it really matter, Jen?

Sir, the Navy will rebuild your school.

I promise.

[man] Ah, Mr. Webb.

Come, have a seat.

Well, your Ambassador said you were anxious to see me

but you needn't have brought me a gift.

I know how much you like cigars.

Ah. Cuban Cohibas.

My favorite.

Did you know that, too, Mr. Webb?

Oh, that and more.

How much more?

You like to summer in Antibes

have only one wife but two mistresses

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

Pakistani Intelligence.

Mr. Webb...

And a double agent for Iran.

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

You're either very arrogant

or very foolish.

[scissors cutting]

Perhaps both.

What do you want?

For starters, you can tell me

what the Iranians sold Al-Qaeda for $250 million.

I have no idea.

Another gift.

It's a copy of a wire transfer.

for $250 million

from you 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.

[phone rings]

[door closes]

[shouts in native language]

[argument in native language over radio]

Is the bug working?

Whew. Ahmad Hakim has quite a temper.

[shouting continues]

But... we are still in business.

Has he taken the bait, Wally?

Mm... not yet, sir.

He will.

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

[Chegwidden] Any Russian subs unaccounted for?

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

This is infrared imagery

of the port of Bandar Abbas in Iran.

The Iranians have purchased four diesel subs

from the Russians in port.

This second sub is the Najvayi.

She's slightly wider in diameter than the other three

but what is really interesting

is that she's colder than the others.

What does that tell you, Lieutenant?

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?

[Holt] Are you trying to tell us

the middle fell out of that submarine, Lieutenant?

She's saying the middle wasthe sub, sir.

Exactly. The Najvayi'sspecs are identical

to the other three subs, except she is slightly wider

and colder than the others. I believe the Iranians

built a decoy shell around the Najvayi.

At an appointed time, she submerged

slipping out from the shell.

And snuck out of port without anyone the wiser.

The question is, where is she now?

She's in the Persian Gulf, sir.

-[sighs] -Why not the Med

or heading for the States?

Not even Captain Yerastov could sneak her

through the Suez Canal, Admiral.

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

I doubt they'll try to cross the Pacific

or circumnavigate Africa.

No, sir.

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

for our battle group in the Arabian Sea.

-Then we'll nail her. -Ifwe can find her in time.

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

And if Captain Yerastov's isat the helm

it won't be easy, sir.

Ahead one-quarter.

Set course for Arabian Sea.

[speaking Russian]

Your ruse was successful, Kabir.

[metallic clanking]

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

No. Look, this thing is fixed.

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

I want to die like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Oh, yeah?

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

-Butch, of course. -Well, that's true.

He was the brains of the operation.

Hmm. Yeah, but Sundance was the shooter

that everyone was afraid of.

That's how I want to go--

in a blaze of glory against impossible odds.

Come on, Mac, enough of this morbid subject.

Yeah, I want something really important at stake.

Mac, enough.

Come on, Harm, play along.

All right.

What about after?

You know, when you're dead.

If you choose cremation

they shove your body in a furnace and bake you.

You know what burns first?

You got me, Harm.

Your hair.

Then your skin crackles and boils.

Stop it. You win.

And when the marrow in the bones boil...

You won!

-...the bones actually explode. -Stop it.

This is the Seahawk carrier battle group

in the North Arabian Sea.

What's that group's submarine?

The Watertown,sir. Los Angeles class.

Commander John Flagler is the skipper.

You don't need to check your notes?

They're up here, sir.

Alert the TACAMO aircraft to flash the Watertown

and get the Seahawk on the phone.

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

with Russia's most skilled skipper in command.

[Turner] With your permission, Admirals

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

Commander, as much as I respect your service as a submariner

Commander Flagler is perfectly capable.

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

Only that I am Alec Baldwin.

Excuse me?

The Hunt for Red October movie, sir.

Captain Yerastov is Sean Connery

and I am Alec Baldwin, sir.

I need to be aboard that boat.

Admiral, um...

no matter, um

how sophisticated a submarine is

it's just a tool, and a tool is only as good as the talent behindit.

Commander Turner does have

a proven talent against Captain Yerastov.

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

Petty Officer, see if you can expedite

this Foreign Claims Act request for new funds

for a school in Ghazni.

With pleasure, sir.

[beeping]

Hi, honey.

Hi, Bud.

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

I think blue, or maybe yellow. What do you think?

I had a great dream. I was pushing little A.J. on a swing.

You just changed the subject without even hearing me out.

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

[phone ringing]

Lieutenant Sims.

Yes, sir.

[Coates] Lieutenant.

The Captain wants you on the bridge, ASAP.

We may have a hostile submarine inbound, Lieutenant

and our current rules of engagement

for submarines make me nervous.

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

Do my best, Captain.

Just do it quickly, Lieutenant.

Aye, aye, sir.

All ships have acknowledged an alert, sir.

-ASW procedures are in effect. -Very well, X.O.

Cobb it to 30 knots and sinuate.

Aye, sir. 30 knots, sinuate.

[man] Thirty knots, sinuate.

Aye, sir.

Gentlemen, Commander Turner's arrived at the Watertown.

[door opens]

Commander Turner, I'm well aware of your exploits

in tracking the untrackable Captain Yerastov

but we acquired him half an hour

after we received the alert from the TACAMO.

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

Sorry, skipper. I'm sure you'll reacquire him shortly.

Commander Turner, my X.O.

Lieutenant Wick

and our sonar chief, Grisham.

-Lieutenant. -Chief.

Looks like you already got him again, Chief.

[Grisham] Yes, sir.

And without any help.

Well, with all due respect to the Chief's abilities

Yerastov may want us in his baffles.

And why would he want that, Commander?

He keeps a dossier on all our submarine commanders.

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

How does he know that I'm here?

Newspapers in San Diego

routinely cover changes of command

and battle group deployments.

[Wick] This guy was in Russia

subscribing to a San Diego newspaper?

You better believe it.

He'll assume you'll be looking for him

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

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

That's the idea.

I have strange headache.

Getting too old for this kind of work, Commander.

Not you, Captain.

You were born to it.

No one is born to breathe

recycled air in tin box under ocean.

No. This is our revenge.

Revenge for what, Captain?

My wife was a major in the KGB.

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

38 caliber.

I know full well the CIA killed my wife.

Now my government

tells me the Americans are my friends.

That all is forgiven.

But, no, all is not forgiven.

I want my revenge.

Soon, we both shall have our revenge.

[Roberts] Yes, sir, we believe the submarine to have hostile intent.

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

with every right to traverse international waters.

[Holt] What do you propose?

Sir, under the guidelines specified on my papers.

I recommend tha we declare a "cordone sanitaire"

around the Seahawk battle group.

I propose authorizing the Seahawk the authority

to engage any non-allied submarine

entering the declared exclusion zone.

Admiral, my office has thoroughly examined

Lieutenant Roberts' recommendations

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

We support his changes to the existing Rules of Engagement.

Very well.

I'll recommend them to the Secretary of Defense

and the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

-[Roberts] Well, what'd you think, Jen? -You were great, sir.

Your proposed amendment covering submarine ROE's

was well-received.

But you don't look pleased.

I'm just tired.

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

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

and all Harriet can talk about is sofa color.

[chuckles] When a woman builds a nest

she wants to share those decisions with the man she loves.

So, forgive me for saying so, sir

but you might want to start caring

about the color of the sofa, sir.

Just a little.

[thud]

[yelps]

Harm, you drove all night?

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

It's no big deal.

I was on a roll.

Well, let me take over now.

-[yawning] I'm fine. -Stop.

Pull over. Right now, Commander.

Or what?

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

[laughing]

Hey.

Looks like the vehicle we're after.

Yes, it does.

I'm moving in.

-Clear. -Clear.

Mac.

Oh, God.

Biological weapon?

Maybe.

[flies buzzing]

Looks like the guy we're after.

Yes, it does.

You know, Mac...

this could also be radiation poisoning.

[man coughing]

Do you see that?

They look like the truck driver, Fareeq.

We've got to get a medical evaluation team in here immediately.

You realize we could already be exposed.

[engine starting]

-Lieutenant Roberts reporting as ordered, sir. -At ease, Lieutenant.

Your new Rules of Engagement have been approved.

-I'd like you to brief the X.O. -Aye, aye, sir.

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

We then designate a moving buffer zone around the Seahawk.

We broadcast our intent on all the appropriate frequencies.

If the sub enters the zone we document the incursion and sink it.

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

Naval Intelligence was specific.

-Range on those torpedoes-- -seven, eight miles.

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

Very well. Inform the Watertown.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stay with him, Chief.

Like a fly on vegemite, sir.

Vegemite?

I spent some time in Australia, sir.

It's this, uh

like, jam they got down there.

Tastes like diesel fuel till you get used to it.

[Flagler] We received a flash from the TACAMO.

Amended Rule of Engagement.

If the Najvayigets within ten miles

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

If he holds this speed and heading

that will be in just under ten hours.

We are wasting time moving so slow.

We should launch now.

Better to waste time than waste lives.

[coughs]

Time is more important.

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

If we launch the missile now the Watertownwill sink us for sure.

[phone ringing]

[speaking native language]

[Wally] He's finally taken the bait.

Hakim is talking to the Deputy Defense Minister in Iran.

Warning him.

That we're on to them?

Yes.

[sighs]

The $250 million...

wasfor one of the old Russian diesels the Iranians have.

So what's wrong?

The Navy already assumed that.

It's been retrofitted

for a Russian SS-25 cruise missile.

We didn't know that.

[man shouting orders]

She didn't make it. No.

[people coughing]

[sighs]

They've confirmed radiation poisoning.

The doc wants us back on the Seahawkfor 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...

Clothes do, but they've been removed.

Exactly.

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

Minimal residual means that whatever did this is gone.

The question is, where did it come from?

Where did it go?

What are you doing, Harm?

-Harm? -[gasping]

What are you thinking?

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

They're Chechen.

Remember Commander Aiken?

The murder you and Sturgis investigated

back in Washington?

She was killed by a Chechen.

His confession led us to a boat

filled with 30 kilos of weapons-grade uranium.

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

what if we didn't get all of it?

Could have smuggled here, to Afghanistan. These Chechens guarded it.

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

Could have been a truck with uranium.

Unshielded uranium.

Which means that Kabir was exposed for quite some time.

Misha and Yuri are dead, Captain.

-What happened? -I don't know, sir.

[Kabir] We had men die in the caves of Tora Bora the same way.

It is some new American weapon.

-What kind of American weapon? -I do not know, Captain, but they have it

and they'll use it.

That is why time is critical.

The longer we take to complete our mission

the more men will die.

Yuri was my weapons officer.

I will man the weapons, Captain.

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

You are not a submariner, Kabir.

In here, news travels beforeit happens.

I found them, sir.

I don't believe other men are aware.

[sighs]

Take them to the freezer.

Yes, sir.

Kabir.

If I knew how this American weapon works

maybe I can put in some countermeasures.

I do not know, Captain.

Gentlemen, I have bad news and worse news.

Then why the hell are you smiling?

I didn't realize I was, sir.

[sighs]

-Bad first. -The CIA

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

[sighs] That missile has a range of 180 miles.

The Seahawk'sbuffer 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 weapons-grade uranium into Iran.

If he put a dirty nuke on that cruise missile

it could spread lethal radiation for miles when it detonates.

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

[coughing]

-What is wrong, Zeltsin? -[speaks Russian]

-I'm fine. -Range to target?

Uh, 354 kilometers.

Have you found my thermocline yet?

Yes, sir.

At 45 meters.

We're directly below it.

Good.

If the Watertown is in our baffles

as I believe she is

it is time to give her surprise.

Ahead full. 13 knots. Now.

[speaking Russian]

She's cobbing it, Skipper.

Increasing speed to ten, 12, 13 knots.

Helm, ahead one-third.

[man] All ahead one-third, aye.

Left full rudder.

Maximum down angle.

[speaking Russian]

Active sonar, Mr. Zeltsin.

[speaks Russian]

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

What the hell is he up to?

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

X.O., anything on the charts?

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

Unobstructed bottom, sir.

Helm, maximum down angle.

Stay in his baffles.

Diving. Aye, sir.

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

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

He's assumingwe're here.

I know him, Skipper.

He's going to pull something.

Level the boat at 235 meters.

Stand by for 20 knots.

[speaking Russian]

[Zeltsin] Captain, we're closing on something!

300 meters.

[ sonar beeping]

250.

Very good, Mr. Zeltsin.

230.

[Yerastov] Stand by for emergency blow.

Full left rudder.

Maximum up angle. Stand by.

2... 200.

[shouts in Russian]

[Grisham] Obstruction dead ahead.

300 yards, sir.

Emergency blow. Hard right rudder, max rise on the plains.

Emergency blow. Hard right rudder, max rise on the plains.

[Grisham] 1-0-0, sir.

[Grisham] Fifty yards.

[sighs]

We cleared it by five yards, Skipper.

That wreck wasn't on the charts, Skipper.

Captain Yerastov spent 30 years making his own charts.

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

Okay... Alec Bladwin.

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

He turned to port. I'd search that quadrant.

Why to port?

Because in that emergency, Skipper, you turned to starboard

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

[Davis] Skipper, we just received a flash message.

That submarine is carrying a cruise missile

with a dirty nuke warhead.

[groaning] Watertownstill 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 sickbay.

Rabb?

He holds the record for the Seahawk.

He's never been beaten.

Lieutenant Commander Chaidez flies lead and takes the shot.

Rabb's his wingman.

Aye, aye, sir.

[groans]

Captain...

[Yerastov] Zeltsin!

Get these men to sickbay.

[shouts in Russian]

Manning sonar, sir.

What the hellare the Americans using on us?

[shallow breathing]

[coughing]

They're dropping sonobuoys.

All ahead full.

[speaking Russian]

Twenty degrees down on the bow.

[speaking Russian]

Take us back to the tanker.

[speaking Russian]

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

Torpedo in the water. Captain...

Deploy noisemakers.

No breakup, sir.

I think they torpedoed acoustic decoys.

You can bet on it.

He's sitting on the bottom.

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

-Fifteen degrees down on the plains. -Ahead two-thirds.

15 degrees down. Ahead two-thirds, aye.

Chief, go to active.

Pinging. Aye, sir.

[sonar pings]

Captain, this is Pry Fly.

Shooter Flight is spotted and ready for launch.

Launch 'em.

[coughing]

Vasily...

[speaking Russian]

Tavorechi

I am taking you back to Iran for medical treatment.

We will kill Americans... another day.

There will be no other day.

We're all dead men.

You know what is killing us?

The cruise missile.

I have packed the warhead with unshielded uranium

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

[shouting in Russian]

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

That's what Yerastov knew you'd get.

He's there.

WEPS, this is the skipper.

Give me a firing solution on the tanker.

Stand by to fire a spread of four torpedoes.

[wheezing]

Would you rather kill me...

or kill Americans?

Get back to your weapon.

You were right, Commander.

The target's separating from the wreck.

Rising fast and increasing speed.

WEPS, this is the skipper. Get me a firing solution on the new target.

-Two torpedoes. -Aye, aye, sir.

-Captain. -[coughing]

They've opened their outer doors.

They're going to shoot.

We have to reach at least 50 miters

to launch the cruise missile.

Skipper, WEPS. I have a firing solution.

Fire.

-Fire. -[grunts]

[all] Yes!

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

she got off a shot just as we nailed her.

The explosion must have detonated the torpedo.

Wait, wait.

Chief, could it have been a missile?

I wasn't thinking missile.

Not from a diesel. But, yes, sir.

It could have been a torpedo launched cruise missile.

-My God. X.O., flash the Seahawk! -Aye, aye, sir.

[Lieutenant Salinas] Shooter Flight, we have a target

bearing 1-4-niner. Range, 3-0 miles.

Speed, 400 knots.

Shooter One, roger.

Intercept course plotted and on your screen, sir.

Got it. Tally ho.

Missile closing.

Range two-five miles.

Should I clear the flight deck

and take nuclear protection steps, sir?

Negative, X.O. Too much radiation.

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

above or below decks, we're all dead.

I've got no joy, Shooter One.

Have you acquired the target? Negative, Shooter Two, no joy.

Lieutenant Jorgensen I need acquisition.

Lock on that missile.

I'm trying, sir.

Range, two zero miles.

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

[Jorgensen] It's too late, sir.

It's only eight miles from the carrier.

Shooter One, hold fire. Hold fire.

Shooter Two, get out of there!

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

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

It has to switch to radar

to hit a moving target like the Seahawk.

It's our only hope, Shooter One.

It's too close to the carrier now.

Give it a go, Shooter Two.

It's a dirty nuke, sir.

It could be just be set to blow up at targeted coordinates.

Can't be, Lieutenant.

That would ruin our day.

-Why haven't they shot it down? -[Salinas] Shooter Two has acquired the missile

and it's locked onto him.

It's following. Range two miles.

One mile.

Passing port side.

Roger, CIC.

[shrill whooshing]

[Salinas] Missile is departing the area.

-[all] Yeah! -Two miles.

[applause and cheering]

Shooter Two, you're too close. It has a proximity sensor.

-It's going to blow. -We'll make it, Shooter One.

Five miles from the carrier.

[Chaidez] I can ride it up, but it's still risky.

Should run out of fuel anytime now.

[Jorgensen] Bogey's flaming out.

[Rabb] Let's hope it doesn't blow on impact.

Send the Seahawk to coordinates where the missile flamed out.

RadCon will need to recover that warhead.

I think I've had enough adrenaline for one day.

-How about you, sir? -[laughs]

I was just getting warmed up.

Let's take it home.

[Sims] Excuse me, sir, do you have a second?

Come on in.

I thought you had gone home, Lieutenant.

Just headed that way, sir.

Is that a look of concern?

Just having a little anxiety, sir.

I haven't slept in a couple of days.

Your husband's in a war zone.

Yes, sir, but...

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

This is just silly.

I'll get over it.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

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

Thank you, sir.

[Coates] Nice of them to invite us to groundbreaking, sir.

[Roberts] Well, we did give them money for a new school.

-Which we blew up. -Accidentally.

Oh, my God!

Aren't there mines out there?

Maybe they've cleared them, sir.

Got get someone from the village.

Hey! Hey, little buddy!

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

It's okay. No, no.

Don't move, buddy. Hey, up here.

Hey, buddy, buddy, up here. Hey!

Look at me, look at me. Hey! Hey, it's okay.

It's going to be okay.

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

It's okay. No! No, no, don't move, buddy.

No, no, don't move! No!

It's okay...

Oh, God, it's okay.

[whimpering]