All language subtitles for JAG S01E17 Black Ops

Decompressing lieutenant time to hook up
your ox

I have received condolences from the
President of the United States, the Vice

President, the Secretary of Defense, the
Secretary of the Navy, the Chief of

Naval Operations, and all their military
minions. What I have not received is an

explanation as to the how and why of my
son's death.

Do you believe the Navy's covering
something, Senator?

They better not be, or I'll end more
careers than Tailhook.

Are we covering something?

If we are... Have a seat.

Someone's not only stupid, but about to
lose their head. And you, Mr. Rabb, are

going to be the executioner.

Sir? Lieutenant Douglas Marion drowned
during night maneuvers with SEAL Team 2

of Puerto Rico.

A SEAL drowned?

He wasn't a SEAL. He was a naval aviator
attached to the team for training.

Uh -uh. Right. If those SEALs got
Lieutenant Marion in over his head, no

intended, it could be negligence.

If it is, I want to stomp on it for the
center of the media.

I'll catch the first available flight to
Rosie Road, sir.

How about an F -14?

Out of... Pax River.

That would get me there ASAP, sir.

Admiral, does that report say what type
of training?

In this paradigm of brevity, it only
says the lieutenant drowned during

with SEAL Team 2.

So they're stonewalling you, too.

Please, uh, please come in, Senator.
This is Lieutenant Commander Rapp.

Commander. My condolences, ma 'am. I
don't need any more Navy condolences,

man. I need answers.

And I was told that you could give them
to me. I will, Madam Senator, after our

investigation.

You're a SEAL.

I was, yes, ma 'am.

That's like letting the SS investigate
Auschwitz.

I, um, I realize you have suffered a
great loss, madam.

But your comparison is outrageous.

If there is any negligence involved in
your son's death, I will prosecute it to

its full extent under the Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

Any further questions can be answered by
Lieutenant Commander Rabb, who is

heading the investigation of your son's
death, and who, as you can see, is not a

SEAL. Feel free to use my office as long
as you need, Senator.

That Admiral's right.

My statement was inexcusable.

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, you don't have to agree with me so
quickly, Commander.

You're obviously a person who speaks
your mind, ma 'am. I assume you expect

same from others.

You remind me of my son.

He was a pilot just like you.

What squadron was he with, ma 'am?

I don't know.

We didn't communicate much after he
joined the Navy.

You didn't improve?

No.

I didn't approve.

And I was right.

Because he's dead?

Obviously.

Did he love the Navy, ma 'am? Oh,
please.

Don't give me that he died with his
boots on crap.

My son was destined for more than a six
-by -three plot in Arlington.

They all were, ma 'am.

I realize it's no consolation, but at
least he'll be buried in good company.

There'll be no burial at Arlington,
Commander. No trifolded flag.

No missing man fly by.

No 21 -gun salute. I will not let the
Navy off that easily.

Hoo -yah!

There's many a boy who looks on war as
all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

General William, to come to Sherman.

Hoo -yah!

It is well the war is so terrible. We
should all go to fond of it. General

Robert E. Lee, in war, there's no
substitute for victory.

Douglas MacArthur. Okay, here's the
tough one. Wherever our enemy goes, our

troops go also.

Ulysses S. Gray.

Who also said, let there be peace?

Sorry, sir.

This hangar is off -limits to
unauthorized personnel.

I'm looking for Lieutenant Alexander
Kellogg.

I'm Lieutenant Kellogg.

Lieutenant Commander Rav, Jag.

Welcome aboard, sir.

Been expecting someone from Jag to sign
off on Lieutenant Marion.

Doug wasn't a SEAL, but he was under my
command.

And I've never lost a man before.

What's with the quotations? The warrior
-scholar thing. It's my number two's

idea. Frank!

Explain your distraction theory to
Commander Rav. Sir, it's the left brain,

right brain thing. By focusing on
something unrelated to the task you're

performing, like quotations, you
overcome anxiety.

Well, you wouldn't do this while
disarming mines, would you?

I don't disarm mines, sir. That's
Lieutenant Kellogg's specialty.

Well, then you and I better have a chat,
Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

As you were, people.

We have a mine in Washington waiting to
go off, Lieutenant, by the name of

Senator Grace Marion.

Doug's mother. Yes, and you and I are
going to disarm her.

How's that, sir? With the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God, starting with an after
-action report that contains more than

deceased's name, rank, and social
security number.

My partner will be here in three hours.
I'll expect your report in two. We'll

need an office.

Team ready room is at your disposal,
sir.

After I've read your report, we'll
interview each member of your team.

Now, if the brevity of your first report
was merely due to the stress of the

moment, we should be out of here
tomorrow. If not, well...

You wish we were.

Where's the B .O .Q.? Outside the
hangar. Turn right, two blocks down.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God?

I do.

Please have a seat, sir.

For the record, would you please state
your full name, rank, and command?

Alexander W. Kellogg, Lieutenant, SEAL
Team 2.

Special Operations Command.

Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico.

According to your revised after -action
report, Lieutenant Douglas Marion was

assigned to your SEAL team only two days
before his death.

Yes, sir.

Why was Naval Aviator training with
SEALs? Sir, we frequently train people

skills can be used on any number of
missions.

Missions that haven't been scheduled?

Yes, sir. General training.

Wouldn't Lieutenant Marion have had to
volunteer for this general training?

Yes, sir.

Special Ops is 100 % volunteer.

So Lieutenant Marion volunteered to
train with SEALs in case he was ever

for a special ops mission?

Yes, sir. And you have no idea what that
mission might be were it ever to be

scheduled? Well, sir, I assume it would
have something to do with his skills as

a pilot.

According to the after -action report,
Lieutenant Marion died during a night

helo cast in recovery.

Yes, ma 'am.

Your night jump standard on your
training, T .O .E.? SEALs work almost

exclusively at night, ma 'am.

Our table of operations requires us to
train under actual mission conditions.

What were the parameters of your
training mission, Henson?

Just to do a night 30 -30 helo captain
recovery, sir.

30 -30?

Our chopper flies at 30 knots, 30 feet
off the deck, ma 'am, and we jump naked.

Naked? With, um, out of parachute.

According to this report, you were the
first one to reach Lieutenant Marion

after your 30 -30 insertion.

I was.

What did you do, Chief?

I checked his pulse, sir.

Couldn't get one.

I didn't really expect one.

It was obvious he was dead.

Why is that?

I've seen my share of dead men, sir.

Where, Chief?

I'm afraid that's classified, sir.

Black ops?

Yes, sir.

Was this a black op, Chief?

No, sir.

Just on a training mission.

What did Lieutenant Kellogg do?

He called off the exercise, sir. We RV'd
with the sub and came home.

I'm sorry, Petty Officer, you did what?

Rendezvoused with the Seawolf. It's a
submarine man.

Your recovery was made by submarine?

Yes, sir.

How long between the drop and the
pickup?

A couple hours.

Maybe a little less, sir.

Why didn't you radio for the chopper to
return?

They were out of range by the time I
knew Doug was dead.

You treaded water for a couple of hours
until the sea wolf showed up?

We are seals.

Treading water is one of the things that
we do.

If this was just a cast and recovery,
why the two -hour wait, Lieutenant?

We were to swim to shore and back.

It's not in your report.

That's because we didn't do it, sir.

I didn't want to leave Doug's body.

Submarine's not in your report either,
Lieutenant.

It isn't, sir?

No, it isn't.

After we determined that Lieutenant
Marion was dead, we extracted back to

Roosevelt Road without further incident.

I assumed you had extracted the way you
came in, by helicopter.

No, sir.

Submarine.

Would you like to amend this? Yes, I
would, sir.

How far offshore were you, Lieutenant?

Less than one mile.

Was Lieutenant Marion capable of
swimming ashore and back?

Yes, sir.

He did a five -mile swim with us the
first day he reported in.

I'd like to see a 30 -30 helo cast from
the tree.

Think you'd make that happen,
Lieutenant?

Oh, yes, sir.

If I had proper authorization.

Will it do?

Yes, sir, it will.

How soon would you like to see that
demo?

Before the sun goes down.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all for now, Lieutenant.

They're covering something, Har.

I know.

How'd you prepare, Lieutenant Marion,
for 30 -30?

It's been an afternoon jumping him into
the airbag teaching proper landing

techniques. So in two days he proved he
could swim five miles and learn to land

safely in the water jumping from a
chopper. Yes, sir. He was very athletic.

Well, if he could land and he could
swim, Lieutenant, why'd he drown?

I don't know, sir.

He might have hit something in the water
that knocked him out.

There wasn't any report either.

I don't put speculation in my report,
sir.

Don't put much of anything in your
reports, Lieutenant.

Bravo 1, Bravo 2, ready to execute.

Bravo 2, Bravo 1, you are a go.

Roger, understand we are a go.

Bravo 2 out.

I guess you really do have to be crazy
to be a SEAL.

There's no crazier than ejecting from a
cockpit with a rocket up your butt, sir.

Maybe not, but I only do that when I
don't have a choice.

You really expect Senator Marion to
believe her son's death wasn't due to

negligence when she sees a demonstration
like that?

Sir, I swear it's not as hard as it
looks. I could even teach a senator how

do it.

You may have to.

So far, I've found massive head trauma,
four fractured cervical vertebrae, a

crushed chest, and lacerated lung, any
of which would be fatal.

Are you saying he didn't drown, Doctor?

Didn't have time to. The impact killed
it.

The first good news we've heard.

Sir? It mitigates negligence, may?

Best trained SEAL in the Navy could be
killed hitting something in the water.

just hitting the water. A terminal
velocity would be as hard as concrete.

Terminal velocity is 125 miles an hour,
Doc.

Which one would attain rather rapidly
when your parachute doesn't open?

Why would you assume he had a shoe?

Of course.

That explains the low oxygen levels in
his blood.

He fell out of an airplane, didn't he?

Jumped. How low were his oxygen levels?

Low enough to render him unconscious
before he hit the water.

Can you estimate how far he fell without
oxygen?

Roughly. He was without oxygen at least
two minutes, I'd say 20 ,000 feet or

more.

What would you say if someone told you
this officer was killed jumping from a

helicopter flying at 30 knots, 30 feet
above the water?

I'd call him a liar.

Lieutenant Kellogg, you and your men
will stand down and restrict yourself to

quarters for the remainder of our
investigation.

What? Frank, restriction to quarters is
reserved for flight risks, Commander.

Seals are famous for slipping off into
the night.

Lieutenant.

These warnings are to advise you of your
rights under the UCMJ.

Initial each line, affix your signature,
and return them to me.

I'm suspected of committing the
following offenses.

What's an Article 134?

False swearing.

Specifically giving false statements
under oath.

Commander, you don't want to do this.
No, I don't. But I'm going to. You lied

us, Lieutenant. You all did.

Lieutenant Marion didn't die executing a
30 -30 insertion. He was killed in a

halo jump.

High altitude, low open. Only his
parachute didn't open, did it,

No, sir. No matter how athletic, one
can't halo qualify in two days, can

No, they can't, sir.

No, but you took him up anyway and it
killed him.

Yes, sir.

In my book, Lieutenant, that's gross
negligence.

Your book isn't the one we're ordered to
work from, Commander. We all work from

the same book, mister.

It's called the UCMJ, Uniform Code of
Military Justice.

Sir, if you'd speak to my commanding
officer, General Bankey.

General? Special Ops South is commanded
by an Army one -star, sir.

He could be a five -star and he wouldn't
get you out of this one.

With all due respect, Commander, I think
he can.

General Bankey, sir?

Enter.

Lieutenant Commander Rapser.

At ease, Commander.

I understand you stood down one of my
units.

Yes, sir. They're facing very serious
charges.

What's that?

False swearing, failure to obey
regulations.

Got any big guns?

Involuntary manslaughter due to culpable
negligence.

Well,

that's 155 hours, sir.

But what I don't understand is why
you're firing it.

Lieutenant Kellogg's after -action
report clearly indicates that death was

accident. His report is filled with
misinformation, General. I can prove

the exercise in question was a halo
jump, not a 30 -30 insertion. Lieutenant

Marion wasn't qualified for halos.

Well, if that's true, Kellogg showed
remarkably poor judgment,

especially since Lieutenant Marion has
such an important mother.

Everyone's mother is important, General.
Perhaps.

But not everyone's mother is a United
States senator.

You have quite a problem, Commander.

Begging the General's pardon, Sir, but
how is it my problem?

The Navy's already running low in the
water.

What, with all the harassment charges
and the F -14 crashes?

You hardly need a SEAL scandal.

Those SEALs were under your command,
General.

There are 14 units attached to my
command, Mr. Rabb.

I use them as needed to fulfill my
missions, but they all train on their

initiative. Well, then how is it
Lieutenant Kellogg feels you can save

I have no idea.

Probably grabbing at straws, hoping his
seals are indispensable to my

operations. Are they, General?

Absolutely not.

You're normally headquartered in
Florida, aren't you, sir? Adam McDill?

I go where the action is.

That's in Puerto Rico?

Cuba's right down the block, Commander,
and that's all I have to say about that.

Any other questions?

Not at this time, sir.

Bury this at sea, Commander.

Sir?

Well, there's nothing to be gained by
ruining a young officer who's probably

learned more from this one misjudgment
than any punishment you could give him.

Well, that one misjudgment cost a man
his life, sir.

I can't ignore that.

Well, I'm just thinking about what's
best for the Navy, Commander.

So am I, sir.

General.

Captain Perry!

General,

rewrite the mission.

Without the seals.

Yes, sir.

I'm glad I don't have to break them.

I could order you to.

You could, sir, but you won't.

And why not?

Because then you'd have to deal with a
senator who'd rather face his anger than

her eyes.

Alert!

Out of flight, Admiral.

Bumpy.

Senator, this is Lieutenant J .G.
Austin.

She'll be acting as your escort here.

My condolences, Senator.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll add them to my list.

I didn't come to Puerto Rico to take a
tour of the base, Admiral. I came for my

son's body.

Commander? I'm afraid we can't release
the lieutenant's body at this time, ma

'am. Then why not?

The pathologist hasn't finished his
forensics report.

It wasn't a simple accident, was it?

I can't say, ma 'am. Our investigation
isn't complete.

You mean a cover -up? My officers don't
cover, Senator.

Ma 'am, I've made arrangements for you
at the VIP quarters. I'm sure you'll

it more conducive to asking questions
than the flight line.

Is it also more conducive to getting
answers, Lieutenant?

Better than here, Ma 'am.

We'll see.

How bad is it, Mr. Ram?

Looks like the SEAL team is negligent
and tried to cover it, sir.

Damned.

I want to face the face with them.

I assumed you would, Admiral. I have the
team standing by.

My name is Admiral Check Whedon.

I'm the Judge Advocate General of the
United States Navy.

Before I leave this hangar, I will know
the why and the how

of Lieutenant Douglas Marion's death.

Well, Commander Rabb here is going to
have your ad.

And I'm going to own your soul.

General Banker gave me a direct order,
sir.

To commit a false after -action report.

Yes, sir.

And you did it. Sir, it was a direct
order, sir. But was it lawful?

Sir, I have to assume any order in the
Black Operation is lawful, or I wouldn't

obey half of them. It wasn't a training
jump. Lieutenant Marion was killed on a

mission, wasn't he?

As you were, Chief.

Sorry, boss, I can't let you twist in
the wind alone.

Sir, I've been doing this longer than a
lieutenant.

I should have known better, sir.

Yes, you should have, Chief.

Dammit, Chief, I said as you were.

Aye, sir.

Your adherence to your code of silence
is admirable, Lieutenant, but now the

cat's out of the bag, may as well tell
us to rest.

An oath is an oath, sir.

I don't take them lightly.

Many an honorable man's perished on that
sword, son.

So be it, sir.

It was the drug interdiction mission,
sir. As you were, Frank.

In the Columbia, sir. Are you all deaf?

I know the feeling, Lieutenant. I have
the same problem with my people.

What was Lieutenant Marion's role in the
mission?

He was to fly out a plane intelligence
said would be there.

I guess the idea was to show the drug
lords their cocaine planes weren't safe,

even in their own backyards, sir.

Why didn't you just get a pilot who was
Halo qualified?

General Bankey changed the method of
insertion from 30 -30 to Halo.

Two hours before launch.

Why? I believe he wanted us to turn him
down, sir.

His boys were assigned the mission until
someone from Navy talked Washington

into giving it to us.

Some Pentagon pencil pusher's idea, a
way of grabbing good headlines.

Yes, sir.

Sir, it's no excuse.

But Lieutenant Marion said if he could
eject from 35 ,000, why couldn't he

I agreed.

I thought his only problem might be
landing in water with all the gear we

So we each took some of his load.

He only jumped with his suit, chute, and
O2 bottle. I never thought he'd panic

and rip off his oxygen mask.

Did you recover his equipment?

Yes, sir.

The O2 bottle was half full. His mask
was functioning properly.

A naval aviator would never rip off his
oxygen mask, sir, unless something were

very wrong.

I agree. Check it out, Mr. Rabb.

I'm going to have a little conversation
with this General Penke.

Sir?

I understand the lieutenant's mother's
here.

Unfortunately? SEAL Team 2 has a
tradition.

of writing a letter before every mission
in case we don't return.

Lieutenant Marion wrote this. If you
would give it to his mother, I would

appreciate it, sir.

He's only with you two days.

He jumped with SEAL Team 2, sir.

And tradition's tradition.

I like you, son.

Probably gonna hang you, but I like you.

Yes, sir!

Thank you, sir!

You know who started that tradition,
Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Ensign Chigwit.

Oh,

look at them, so young and cocky.

They think they're invincible.

They are, ma 'am.

What world do you live in, Lieutenant?

Dying in the service is dying with
honor.

Honor belongs to the soul, which is
invincible.

Oh, I see.

So now my son lives on forever in some
Valhalla reserved for training

The tragedy of his death doesn't
diminish the honor, ma 'am.

There is no honor in a useless death,
Lieutenant.

No death is useless. They all serve a
purpose.

Even if in our grief it eludes us.

The purpose of my son's death doesn't
elude me.

It's to dismantle a seal so more young
lives aren't wasted.

This here was secured right after the
accident.

Looks brand new.

Special ops issued it to him an hour
before launch.

You didn't have a spare?

We don't carry any, sir. Budget cut.

Is this equipment different than yours,
Lieutenant?

No, sir. That seal issued.

Well, then General Bankey knew he was
sending you on a halo jump long before

told you or he wouldn't requisition it.

I don't like what that implies, sir.

Neither do I.

Let's see if we can dig up a master
aviation mechanic.

Please.

So, people, Lieutenant.

Senator Marion, General Nathan Benke.

You have my deepest sympathies, ma 'am.

Have a seat, General.

Now I'm getting from the arm.

Lieutenant.

Were your condolences pro forma, or did
you know my son?

Not personally, ma 'am.

However, his unit was technically under
my command.

Well, either it was or it wasn't,
General.

It was, then.

Perhaps you can enlighten me about my
son's death. The Navy seems very

reluctant. I imagine they are, Senator.

Have you spoken with Admiral Chegwin,
sir? Let him speak, Lieutenant.

Why is the Navy stonewalling me,
General?

I don't know all the details, Senator,
but your son died when a field

took him on a high -altitude parachute
jump. He wasn't qualified to make.

I knew it.

So did you.

Yes, ma 'am.

But until we know the details, which the
Admiral and Lieutenant Commander Rapp

are gathering at the moment, all we can
do is speculate. What happened is that

my son was killed because of steel
negligence, and I'm going to have their

for it.

I have an operation running.

Again, my condolences, Senator.

Thank you, General, for being so
forthright with me.

At least I could do, ma 'am.

Filters look clean.

Yes, sir.

Not the kind of thing likely to cause a
problem.

The whole unit looks brand new.

Which makes me wonder, what the hell
happened to this O -ring?

It's cracked.

A crack wouldn't be so clean, sir.

This O -ring's been cut.

Intentionally, Chief?

I'd be hard -pressed to figure out how
it happened accidentally, sir.

I don't understand.

I personally tested that mask after the
accident. It didn't leak.

That's because the slit's too small to
leak in the warm air at sea level.

But at 30 ,000 feet where the air's
colder than hell, that O -ring would

contract, widening the slit.

Yes, sir.

And then getting air would have been
harder than sucking up wet concrete

a soda straw.

This is evidence, Lieutenant. I want
this under lock and key.

Yes, sir.

Chief, Lieutenant owes you big time.

Name it, Chief.

Well, a knucklehead 1 ,200 Harley would
be nice, sir.

But I'll settle for a case of beer.

You got it, Chief.

Another night training mission,
Lieutenant?

I suppose so, ma 'am.

How's your work?

Senator, I have some disturbing news
regarding... I already have it, Admiral.

My son was killed because of SEAL
negligence.

General Bankey informed the senator,
sir.

Where is this General Lieutenant?

More importantly, Admiral, where is the
officer who is responsible for my son's

death?

I believe you'll find him at Special Ops
Headquarters, ma 'am. Explain yourself,

Mr. Ram.

Sir, I have evidence that Lieutenant
Marion's oxygen mask was sabotaged by

someone in General Bankey's command.

Oh, no.

You're not going to deflect my wrath by
turning my son's death into an army

-navy game.

Ma 'am, the general himself may be
involved.

You better have some hard evidence to
back up those kind of accusations, Mr.

Ryan. Sir, the general changed the
mission to a halo jump two hours before

launch, and he supplied Lieutenant
Marion's oxygen mask.

I had a master aviation mechanic
disassemble it.

We found it intentionally slid over it.
When the lieutenant jumped, he was

unable to get oxygen.

He lost consciousness. He couldn't open
his chute.

Sorry, ma 'am.

Why would General Banks want to kill my
son?

Without a pilot, the SEALs couldn't
complete the mission.

The man's a general in the United States
Army.

Since the competition, while I'm sure
it's quite keen, he's certainly going to

stop short of murder.

Only the general can answer that, sir.

I'm going.

Send huts!

At ease, Staff Sergeant.

Tell your General Admiral Chekwitten's
here to see him.

General Benke isn't here, sir.

Or is he, Captain?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir. You're
not going to be at liberty at all if I

don't find you.

With all due respect, Admiral, if I
answer your question, I will be

direct order.

I see.

Well, when will the general return?

Sorry, sir. I don't know, sir.

When the general returns, will you tell
him that I want to see him ASAP?

Yes, sir.

Sergeant.

Send someone to keep an eye on SEAL Team
2.

And get me the general.

I scrambled line. Yes, sir.

There's a mission in progress.

How do you know? You can smell the
adrenaline.

Senatorial equivalent would be election
day.

I caught a glimpse of the operations map
before the captain covered it.

There's a refuel point midway between
here and Columbia.

For the Blackhawks that just took off.

General Bankey's going back to Columbia,
sir.

Only this time without SEAL Team 2.

The hell he is.

Mr. Rabb, I want you to find out why
General Binky didn't want the Senator's

flying that plane out of Columbia.

Yes, sir. How, sir?

Halo jump with the SEALs. Fetch it on
back.

Halo jump, sir.

Hiya, sir.

Admiral, under what authority does the
commander do that?

Authority?

That of a JAG officer conducting an
investigation, ma 'am.

There you go.

Washington will have your stars for
this, Admiral.

Well, if anything goes wrong, Lieutenant
Austin's my point of authority.

I'll give him her bars.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but
they are won with men.

The battle's not to the strong, but to
the brave.

Patrick Henry, it is a truth universally
acknowledged that a single man in

possession of good fortune must be in
want of a wife.

Jane Austen! Jane Austen!

When I call the two -minute warning,
we'll start to depressurize. You'll have

put on your mask.

I'll look after the senator, Chief.

Yes, sir.

It's so cold.

It doesn't seem to bother them.

Oh, hell, they're...

Billy. HQ on the board, sir.

SEAL Team 2 departed Rosie Roads in a
hurt in 2350 hours. Damn it.

Shove it to the firewall.

Yes, sir.

Two minutes. Prepare for decompression.
Time, Senator?

With this over your mouth, now just
breathe normally.

How's your mask, sir?

By the way, Commander Rabb, can you
swim?

They just... stepped off into the night.

Yes, ma 'am.

It was... It was so, uh... so...
Corollant?

Yeah.

For each mission, the men write a letter
in case they don't come back.

Your son addressed his to you.

I think you're ready to read it now.

Sir, we're picking up an aircraft,
exfiltrating the target area.

IFF squawks it friendly, General.

We gotta get that cocaine plane before
the SEALs and destroy it. Sir?

We've got...

The

cocaine plane.

It must be gone.

All that's left on the airfield is that
old R4D.

Maybe that's it.

Doesn't make sense.

The cartels fly those new Russian
Antonovs, not a World War II hunk of

That hunk of junk's our way out of here.

You think they don't fly?

There's only one way to find out.

Did you see the smoker?

Got him.

Those are fuel drums behind him.

Let's hope his compadres are just as
careless.

The ship will cover you to the plane.

If those old recepts start, they'll wake
the dead.

Until you set off your fireworks, maybe
the noise will cover the startup.

Well, you got a better idea.

Who said I will fight no more forever?

I don't know.

I don't know either.

But he wasn't a SEAL.

Yeah.

Speed track, sir.

Target in ten.

What the hell is this, sir?

Looks like an AWACS setup.

Cartels must use this to slip their drug
plays past our Navy and Coast Guard

intercepts. That's pretty damn slick.

Why would he use an old bird like this?

Because it's an old bird, Chief.

Everyone knows the cartel's got money
for the newest and the best, so who'd

suspect an old bird like this flying
around the Gulf?

This is special ops gear out of McDill.

That's why Banky didn't want this flown
out of here.

He sold this rig to the cartels.

I want nothing left but smoke and ashes!

Yes, General!

Where's the battery switch?

I

don't

think I have a starter.

That's it.

I hope.

Well, everything's in Spanish. Damn.

Navy Lieutenant Douglas Marion was laid
to rest today with full military honors,

not far from the grave of his father, a
naval aviator who died 25 years ago in

Vietnam.

Thank you.