All language subtitles for JAG S01E14 Smoked

18 nautical miles northeast of Gitmo.
Take a heading of 230, over.

904, Gitmo. Say again? You're breaking
up. Over.

Light. Zero.

Two, three, zero.

904, Gitmo.

904, are you reading, Gitmo?

Probably lost his radio, too.

Keep trying.

Captain Boggs, sir.

That tomcat ferrying in from Pax River
just suffered a lightning strike and

all nav and radio communications.

He's wandering into Cuba, sir. He's got
company.

Any time you catch a violent improvement
in airspace, drop your landing gear and

follow me on the building gate.

He's gone, sir.

It's open.

Thank God.

No model airplane.

They're in the bedroom.

Are you anal or is there an epicurean
reason for separating those eggs?

Makes it fluffier omelet.

A little trick your mother taught you? A
marine colonel.

That's a joke. I don't get it.

No joke, Commander.

Am I in uniform?

Not exactly.

And it's Allison.

You're famished. Is there enough for
two?

Not if you're famished. What do you
want, Commander?

To warn you.

Ever hear of an Admiral Chugwooden?

Yeah, he has JAG in the Pacific.

Starting Monday, he has JAG period.

He's our new CO and very ambitious.

I want him to be the next Chief of Naval
Operations.

Never happened. Navy's not going to make
a lawyer top dog.

Why not?

He knows their John Paul Jones types.

Crusty old sea dogs with 30 years of
spray in their face, not lawyers.

Oh, but Ted Wooden started as a field in
Vietnam.

Transferred to the fleet where he
commanded a destroyer before getting a

degree and joining JAG.

He's broken every rule of advancement.

Gone from one branch of the Navy to the
next and surfed the crest of them all.

Man's a genius at changing horses in
midstream and jumping on the faster

Sounds like you should be running for
president.

First things first.

What's the warning, Commander?

The Admiral has an aide who's a killer.

You're the rising young star in JAG, and
that's a threat to her ambitions.

Her ambitions?

I'm the Admiral's aide.

You have nothing to worry about,
Commander. I'm not that good or

The hell you're not.

It's one of the reasons why I want to
sleep with you.

Now, isn't this where the Navy expects
me to say, yellow light, Commander?

I'll make you feeling sexually harassed.

I'm feeling something sexual.

Dad.

One more warning.

Whatever our private relationship, as
long as you serve under me, you'll have

tough time earning a Sea Scout badge.

Well, I wouldn't have it any other way,
man.

I know.

Now, do I get some breakfast?

I'll cut off at the nearest diner.

At ease, Mr. Rabb.

Your record here reads like a cross
between Top Gun and A Few Good Men.

Sorry about that, sir.

I'm not.

Navy needs heroes.

Now more than ever.

pilloried in the press by liberal media,
underfunded by election -driven

Congress, and shooting ourselves in the
foot every time a sailor gets horny.

Yes, sir.

Now, if I repeated those words to the
press, Secretary of the Navy would

my resignation.

For while my words are as true as the
blue ice in the Arctic, they're

politically incorrect.

In today's Navy, Mr. Rabb sails on the
sea of political correctness.

Yes, sir.

Know who that is, Commander?

Admiral Arleigh Burke.

31 -knot Burke.

Bull Halsey called him that after he
charged the destroyers full speed in a

Japanese battle fleet in the dark.

Outgunned and outnumbered, sent them
running.

Turned the tide of the war in the
Pacific.

Ten years later, President Eisenhower
promoted him over 92 senior officers to

become chief of naval operations.

Why?

He was aggressive, and that's what we're
going to be.

While the rest of the Navy rides out
this media storm in port, we're going to

attack. The media, sir?

Since you have the hot hand in JAG, I'm
going to give you the hot

investigations. I expect results and
headlines, positive headlines. Can you

handle that, Mr. Rabb?

I'll do my best, sir.

If you can't, I'll drop you in my wake
faster than my garbage.

Understood, Admiral.

Good.

Commander Krennic. Sir?

At 2350 hours last night, a Tomcat
varying from Pax River to Guantanamo Bay

communications after being hit by
lightning. It overflew Cuba, where it

forced down and captured intact.

It's a D -model with our latest attack
radar and ECM systems.

Computer expert can download that
software in less than a day. So we need

legal position to justify destroying the
Tomcat. We're not going to destroy the

Tomcat, Mr. Rabb.

No SEAL strike team, no cruise missiles,
no laser bombs. We're going to talk it

back. The Cubans offered to open
negotiations and the state accepted.

By the time we shake hands, that
software will be gone.

It's not our call, but it doesn't mean
we can't use our initiative, Mr. Rabb.

Commander Krennic and some slug from the
state will handle the negotiations

while you find out if that software is
intact.

And if it is, sir?

Destroy it, Mr. Rabb.

Will do, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander Krennic?

Admiral?

You're not carrying a grudge against
Lieutenant Commander Raab because he

you in Naples, are you?

Far from it, sir.

I think he's just the challenge I
needed.

Five chips.

All they have to do is download five
chips and they'll have what makes the

Tomcat so lethal.

The pilot?

Your wings are glinting, Commander.

Just pointing out that there's more to
combat flying than computer systems.

I know that, sir. But those five chips
give the Tomcat a big edge.

Edge that the Iranians will trade a lot
of oil for.

That's right. They've got F -14s we sold
to the Shah.

They haven't been maintained, Commander.

They're a bigger threat to their pilots
than anyone.

Not true.

The Iranians have hired Russian
technicians to recondition them.

Thirty minutes ago, one of those techno
-mercenaries, an avionics expert by the

name of Alexei Barkov, landed in Havana.

Why is Castro willing to negotiate with
us if he's made a deal with the

Iranians? They probably figure we'll
never know Barkov downloaded the data.

Yeah, until we're up against Iranian F
-14s as good as ours.

They'll never be as good as ours unless
we're flying them.

The Russians are training their pilots,
too, Commander.

And you believe that will make them as
good as an American naval aviator?

Your wings aren't just glinting,
Commander.

Now they're positively ruffling.

Maybe I'd better flap.

You're going to fly?

This mission's on the Navy's nickel,
sir.

Why let the Air Force jocks have all the
fun?

I'm surprised you brought him down here
with you, Commander.

He doesn't strike me as the negotiating
type.

He's the Tomcat pilot and a lawyer. A
lethal combination in our negotiations.

To the Cubans or us?

Where's the stick?

It's built in on Air Force pilots,
Commander.

7 Zulu requesting clearance to Los
Baños.

Diplomatic Flight 7 Zulu, I have no
authorization to clear you into Cuban

airspace. No, no, no.

Havana Approach Control claims they know
nothing about us and are denying

landing clearance.

That's ridiculous.

The Swiss Embassy faxed me our clearance
this morning.

Here.

Signed by Fidel Castro.

Obviously someone didn't pass the word
along.

All right, we're going to have to put
down until I straighten this thing out.

Sir, Secretary says to land at the
nearest field until he can straighten us

We can't afford to lose the time.

I know, sir.

I'll contact Miami Approach.

That's not the closest field,
Lieutenant.

Yes, sir, it is. Los Banos is closer.

The Cubans just denied us clearance,
Commander.

My bird, Lieutenant.

Havana Approach Control, you are
entering Cuban airspace.

Turn back now.

Havana Approach, Havana Approach, 7
Zulu.

We have an emergency and request a
straight -in approach to Los Vaneos.

7 Zulu, Havana Approach, what is the
nature of your emergency? Sir, the

secretary wants to know why we're not
turning back.

He told me to land at the nearest field.
It's in Cuba.

Harm? He'll have a heart attack.

Savannah, 7 Zulu, we have a medical
emergency.

A passenger is going into cardiac
arrest.

I'm out of here.

7 Zulu, I'm on approach.

Your emergency landing is denied.

Turn back now.

This is my last warning.

They will intercept us with me.

Got a problem, Air Force?

No, sir. I just want to remind the
commander he's not flying a Tomcat. We

have any weapons.

We'll have to outfly him.

Yes, sir.

He's going to get us all killed.

They're not going to shoot down a
diplomatic mission they know has

They don't know. Somebody screwed up. Of
course they know. They're stalling to

get Barkov as much time as possible to
download those chips.

What's wrong, Commander?

They'll shoot us down.

Here they come.

It's like we're going to play chicken.

Let this bird roll, Lieutenant.

You're not going to puke are you?

Los Anjos Tower, this is diplomatic
flight 7 Zulu on an emergency approach.

Say your winds and altimeter setting,
please.

7 Zulu, you cannot land here. This is a
military base.

No problem, Los Anjos. We have a
military escort.

Piloto de 7 Zulu, your military escort
will shoot you down if you do not

immediately climb to 5 ,000 feet.

We got two of them, one tight on their
six, the other a thousand feet high.

Los Peños!

Is this bird loop as good as she rolls?

Gear down!

Oh, very nice.

Flop!

Flop!

1 ,500 feet. 1 ,000 feet.

500 feet. Running out of runway.

about that i forgot we don't have a tail
hook

we're here

you told them i was having

a heart attack medical emergency was the
only legal way to land in cuba

international law states that no ship or
aircraft in an emergency can be turned

away they took my blood pressure and
they gave me a shot in the ass Probably

inoculation, sir.

Don't get smart with me, Mr. Rabb, or
you'll be piloting a harbor tug in Guam.

The important thing, Mr. Secretary, is
that we are in Cuba. Thanks to you

a medical emergency. Which is how I
intend to write it up in my report.

What is it, Harb?

A Tomcat running at Grand Isle.

I thought I heard it earlier.

Wind must have shifted.

I didn't see a Tomcat when we landed, of
course.

I didn't have much time to look around.

Yeah, sounds contained.

Must be in a hangar at the other end of
the field.

Think the Cubans are moving it because
we're here?

No, it's too risky. They don't have any
pilots checked out in Tomcats.

Those turbines will over -temp if they
keep running at ground idle.

Maybe they're trying to burn them out.

Then even if we make a deal, the Tomcat
will sit here until we replace the

engine. No, they're running them because
they don't have a compatible APU.

Speak English?

An auxiliary power unit.

A generator to run the Tomcat's
electrical systems on the ground.

They're using the turbines to provide
internal power.

To run our avionics.

Complimented, piloto.

I never knew a Leo could fly like that.

Neither did I, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Rav was flying.

Oh, so you are the one who eluded me,
Commander.

Well, I had the advantage of ignorance.
I wouldn't want to try twice.

Please don't.

I can assure you next time, sir, it will
be fatal.

Capitán.

Fuente. At your service, señor.

Assistant Secretary of State Baer.

We had clearance to land, Capitán
Fuente, and I don't understand why it

denied. Storms, señor secretary.

Storms? The same ones that disabled your
tomcat cut communications throughout

Cuba. We only received your clearance
moments ago. My apologies, señor.

But I have arranged for accommodations
at my hacienda. There you can freshen

take a siesta, and be my guest for
dinner.

That is most gracious of you, Capitano.
But we prefer the bargaining table to

the dining one.

You are in charge.

Commander... Krennic.

I'm to negotiate the return of United
States Navy personnel and property, and

wish to begin as soon as possible.

First, I'd like to see the... But,
Commander, forgive me, but you are in

not the United States.

Our pace is...

More civilized. After dinner, we shall
discuss the personnel and property of

United States Navy, which fate has
fortuitously placed into our custody.

I insist upon seeing the pilot that
you've detained in violation of

international law.

You are in no position to insist on
anything, Commander.

However, in deference to your maternal
instincts, I will have your piloto join

us for dinner.

Maternal instincts?

I'll eat his liver.

Are you familiar with the tale of the
tiger and the lady?

No, but you can whisper it in my ear
after bed check.

Muchas gracias.

That's

an

illegal cigar, Lieutenant.

I didn't buy it, sir.

We're here to negotiate. If we start
accepting gifts, it could compromise our

position now as your senior officer.

It's my duty to confiscate them. Keep
your grubby hands off my cigars. Come

Meg, you won't appreciate it. Oh, are
you saying because you're male you're

going to appreciate it more than me?

Not because I'm male, because I love
cigars. You're not going to love this

sir.

Señor.

Muchas gracias, señor.

De nada.

Los Baños produces many fine cigars
here.

Even, um, he smoked them.

Castro? Si.

His son was quite brave.

Yes. There are many brave men here.

Brave and willing.

Willing? To do what?

Anything you ask, senora.

Cuban contracts?

Or a secret police setting and so on.

What was this business?

Didn't anyone say Castro's name?

Not in conversation.

Now you just struck your chin instead.

Keeter!

You do harm.

You're the pilot.

Pray so, buddy.

Lieutenant J .G. Austin, Lieutenant
Commander Jack Keeter, my roommate at

Academy and the second best naval
aviator I know.

The CAG being the first, sir?

Ooh, I do like a bold female officer,
Lieutenant.

Bold doesn't have a damn thing to do
with it, Meg.

I'll tell Commander Krennic you're here,
sir.

You can still pick them, buddy.

If she was assigned to me.

Yeah, right. I thought you were a test
pilot at Pax River.

I am.

Maybe you wanted a tomcat at Gitmo.

I wanted to get out of the cold for a
weekend.

Should have froze my six instead of
screwing the pooch.

Is that what you did?

You ask him, buddy, or Jack?

Me. Why didn't you eject and let your
tomcat auger in?

You've punched out once.

You want to do that again?

Not if I had a choice.

Well, I've ejected twice. Last time I
cracked some vertebrae.

Took me a year to get back on flight
status.

I heard.

Felt like the bad guys don't have F
-14s. Hell, the Iranians got 80 of them.

Yeah, but not with state -of -the -art
avionics.

The lightning fried all the software.

I hope so, Peter.

It wouldn't build you harm.

Here. This is where the lightning
struck.

It damaged the communication and
navigation system. So you can extract

of value?

No, no, quite the contrary.

The attack radar is only slightly
damaged, and the electronic

are completely intact.

How long will it take you to copy the
system?

The turbines must be shut down every
hour and 30 minutes, or they burn out.

By tomorrow night, I will have
downloaded everything, and he will have

Iranian oil to see Cuba.

to the next revolution.

Excellent.

Soon we will have sufficient oil to fuel
our homes and industries, our tractors,

our cars, To carry the revolution into
the 21st century.

Your Spanish is excellent, Lieutenant
Austin.

Gracias, Capitan Fuente.

I have the feeling, Capitan Fuente, that
his speech is for our benefit.

You've broken our little code,
Commander.

It's as obvious as the message he's
sending us.

Message to you?

He's speaking to the people of Cuba.

In any case...

The United States Navy is very grateful
to Cuba for granting safe haven to our

aircraft in distress and wish to
compensate you for your humanitarian

You seem to be worth a great deal,
Commander.

Or is it the tomcat?

Both are important to us, Capitan.

Important enough to lift your oil
embargo?

We had a financial reward in mind.

Ah. We have oil in mind.

A decision of that magnitude can only be
made in Washington.

And would require more time than is
allotted for this negotiation.

Well, we don't know that, Commander
Krennic.

There is a secure phone in our lair.

If I may be permitted to use it, I can
put in your request immediately.

By all means, Senior Secretary.

Lieutenant Commander Austin, please
stay.

As Commander Panik has said, this speech
has bearing on our negotiations, and

you are the only delegate who
understands our language.

I wouldn't flash a yellow. I'd go
straight to red around here.

I assume the commander was referring to
a stoplight?

And it...

Stoplight has something to do with
sexual advances.

Why would you think that?

Well, a warning from a man to a woman
left alone with another man usually

It's part of our Navy's sexual
sensitivity training.

It's an inoffensive way to signal a male
when his speech or behavior is

inappropriate. The most powerful Navy in
the world actually teaches this?

In the garden, approach the sex.

It worked.

Lieutenant.

Sometimes. And are Navy women permitted
to signal green lights?

I suppose so.

And what would I have to do to get a
green light, Lieutenant Austin?

Yellow light, Captain Fuente.

We're wasting valuable time, Commander.
This deal's never going to fly.

He's right, Mr. Secretary.

The president isn't even close to
reestablishing trade with Cuba.

But the importance of retrieving your
tomcat may be the impetus necessary to

change his mind. Even if we get a yes
from Washington, by the time we get it,

those chips are intact, Barkov will have
downloaded them.

Oh, you have a better idea, Commander?

No, sir. I thought not.

You just lied to an assistant secretary
of state.

I don't trust him.

So, what's your idea?

Use the contra to get me to the airport.

And if he's secret police?

Well, he'll have to rescue me from
prison.

I'll get thrown in the same cell with
you.

Well, no sense in my going. You're
staying behind.

You know what this reminds me of?

Ha, ha, ha.

Barcelona. Ha, ha, ha. Summer cruise.
Our second year.

You and me strode two way bonitas
cianitas down a colony just like this.

to ditch their ants.

We trying to ditch these ants?

I gotta take a look at you, Tomcat.

That software's pride harm. There's
nothing to worry about.

Then why do the Iranians have a Russian
computer pro at the airport?

How did you land a Tomcat at night in
weather without instruments?

Hey, I'm a hell of a pilot, bud.

Not even God's that good, Keeter. I have
my instruments. My avionics were out.

Circuit breakers could have popped.
Internal fuses blown.

Oh, so what do you think? I screwed the
pooch? Yeah, I think you did, Keeter.

But what bothers me is it's not
something you'd do unintentionally.

You need help, see?

Thank God they got the engine. I need
two minutes in the head without being

seen.

That fuel truck is easy to blow.

No, what I do must look like an
accident. So must your diversion.

You are the impossible.

You said anything I asked.

I've got a big mouth.

I'll be amply rewarded.

I do not do this for money, nor for the
United States.

I do this for uncovalible.

Uranium oil that will only keep me in
power.

My apologies, Ravel.

I will think of something.

We have shut down again.

What's going on?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb is missing.

Until he is found, you will all be
confined in the casa.

What's going on?

Where have you been?

I was in my room.

We searched your room. You weren't
there.

You're making this very difficult,
Captain. It is nothing compared to what

happen if you don't stop lying.

Okay.

I wasn't in my room.

I was in Lieutenant Austin's room with
her.

Evidently, you give green light to some
officers, Lieutenant.

I want to see you both now.

I apologize, Captain Fuente.

I hope this won't jeopardize our
negotiations.

Your government is willing to lift the
embargo?

We're to have a decision by noon
tomorrow.

Until then, Lieutenant Commander Kira
and the other piloto will be returned to

the airfield under military custody.

The rest of you will be confined to the
casa. Anyone leaving will be shot.

You two weren't really in bed, were you?

Well... No, ma 'am.

Well, where the hell were you?

At the airfield.

Doing what?

Watching Barkov. I assume it was Barkov.

Download data into a computer.

You see, I told you we were wasting
time.

Don't blame this on me, Commander.

State did not lose that Tomcat. Hey,
hey, relax.

The Iranians aren't going to get the
software.

I sabotaged the Tomcat.

You did what?

What's wrong, Mr. Secretary?

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that we wanted the
Iranians to get those chips.

Do you have any idea the damage you have
done, Commander Rabb?

The damage he's done? You're the ziplip
that wouldn't let us in on the rules of

the game.

Insults are childish, Commander.

It's satisfying.

So the software in our Tomcat is bogus.
Oh, no.

Those five chips are very real. Then why
in God's name would you want the

Iranians to copy them?

They built in a virus.

What triggers it? The attack radar.

If they paint any American aircraft or
warship, the virus activates and it

their avionics back to the Stone Age.

That's brilliant.

It would have been if Lieutenant
Curander Rabb hadn't have interfered.

we say, who do you work for?

It's none of your damn business.

Who do you work for?

I don't say!

Did you know about this?

No, and the Admiral didn't either.

Lieutenant Commander Cater? He was a
volunteer for a Black Hawk.

He didn't know details until takeoff.

You faked the lightning strike? We
shorted out the nav system to make it

good.

We even electrically burnt the fuselage.

And if that doesn't fool Barkov, Our
computer has run this scenario a hundred

times.

The Markov character never tumbled to
our game.

How many times did your computer create
a scenario where the Raft character blew

up the context?

How did you sabotage it?

With a Navy -issued 34 -inch brass
-tipped cinch.

What the hell is that?

My belt.

Dropped it inside an engine intake.

Any turbine strong enough to suck in a
man should tear loose a belt. Right.

So it eats a belt.

So what?

So goodbye, Tomcat. The buckle will
shatter the impeller blades, which will

like shrapnel into the fuel tanks,
detonating them.

Like I said, goodbye, Tomcat.

We haven't heard an explosion.

They're still letting the turbines cool
down.

So you can still stop it. You stop it,
Agent Bear. I'm going to smoke a cigar

and watch the fireworks.

You saw Barkov downloading those chips.

That's what I said. The virus is in the
last chip.

Hey, that's your pro... That's right,
Commander.

That Tomcat blows before Barkov
downloads the last chip. He'll have our

software, but not the virus.

Lindsay!

One more jeep to go.

Captain Fuente.

I'd like a word with you, sir.

May I?

Please.

What I'm about to say could get me court
-martialed and imprisoned as a traitor.

I lied to you about being with
Lieutenant Austin in her bedroom.

I was at the airfield.

sabotaging our Tomcat.

The software system Alexei Barkov is
downloading for the Iranians is phony.

Secretary Baer, who's with NSA, not
State, was running the sting without the

Navy's knowledge and therefore without
my knowledge.

So, thinking that valuable software was
going to fall into the hands of the

Iranians, I put a bomb in the Tomcat.
Are you with me so far?

I think so.

Then you see why it's in Cuba's interest
to help me.

No. The president will never lift the
oil embargo in an election year. Too

anti -Castro votes in Miami.

So Cuba's going to have to get the oil
from Iran in exchange for the software

our Tomcat.

Which is phony.

The Iranians don't know that, and if you
don't tell them, who will?

Help me, Captain, and we both win.

Turn me in.

Iran wins.

How would you disarm the bomb without
Barkov knowing?

Same way I put it there, with a
diversion.

I want you to blow the airfield fuel
truck.

Blow the fuel truck.

Gives me the diversion I need and the
added illusion that I'm trying to

the Tomcat to prevent the theft of the
software.

Of course, I'll have to escape in the
Learjet with Lieutenant Commander Keeter

to complete the charade.

You realize I will have to give chase.

I understand.

That's the only one flaw, Commander
Rabb.

What's that?

This could all be an elaborate plan to
put a bomb in your tomcat.

Good.

But it isn't.

I would like more than your word.

That's all I can give you, Captain
Fuente.

The word of one naval aviator to
another.

I don't believe it.

He blew

the damn thing up.

Did he?

What?

What? What's going on?

What the hell are you doing, Harm?
You're flying south.

Float us that way.

They catch us over the water. Before we
were halfway there, we're heading south.

12 to 13 minutes, we'll be out of Cuban
airspace, and 30 after that, we'll be

in... Ha -ha!

The Cayman Islands!

Ha -ha -ha!

This may turn out to be a decent weekend
after all.

I'm out of control, Los Baños Guardians.
We have a Learjet fleeing to Florida.

Can you assist?

Over. Guardian de los Baños. Havana, I
have no unidentified targets between you

and La Florida.

Over. Havana de los Baños, he must be
flying low in the mountains. We'll take

him up when he makes a run for it over
the water. Los Baños out.

How could you forget her?

I didn't forget her. I forgot her name.

Maria Elena Carmelita Moreno Gutierrez.

How the hell did you remember?

Our first tour in the Seahawk. We took
liberty in Barcelona.

You took out my girl?

Your girl? You don't remember her name.

Oh, that's not the point. You don't
build a classmate by dating a Segundo

girl.

Turn back at once or be shot down.

Four more minutes and we clear Cuban
airspace.

Think it's on to us?

Yeah. He's searching for us between
Havana and Key West.

Learjet, Los Banos Guardians, this is
your last warning. Turn north

North? Damn it, Harm, he said north.
He's on our six.

Learjet, you have ten seconds to comply.

Nine.

Adios, amigos.

Hang on, Cheetah!

Help, Cheetah! Help me pull her out!

Come on, baby, pull out!

We just acted in a Cuban airspace.

Los Banos Guardians, 7 Zulu.

We just checked into Cuban airspace and
are making contact with Grand Cayman

Approach.

You're back.

Where's Meg?

I dropped her off at her place and
decided to come here. I need a hot bath,

good breakfast, and a long weekend in
bed.

You up to it?

There's a woman in your shower.

Commander, I'd like you to meet Maria
Elena Carmelita Moreno Gutierrez.