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It's just a fire waiting to happen. We ain't even got an extinguisher.

We should be so lucky.

Then they'll have to scrap her.

How about if that's it?

There isn't any.

What if there is?

If there is, it'll take 30 years to kill you, so what are you worried about?

You'll be dead by then anyway.

That's it. We're in.

Knock it in.

That asbestos?

What the hell is spooking you, Andy?

This shit.

It's giving me the willies.

I'm going to give you the willies if you don't knock it off.

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

Andy, come back here. Andy!

How the hell did you get sealed in here, Lieutenant?

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

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah McKenzie, he now fights in and out

the courtroom with the same daring and tenacity.

that made him a top gun in the air.

The city of Alameda is attempting to preserve the USS Hornet as a museum

While workers were inspecting her hull for corrosion... Found a skeleton in the

void. The void, sir?

It's the space between the inner and outer hulls, Mac.

Admiral, the void is sealed during construction.

How did a body get in there?

Well, the same as it did on the Great Eastern, sir.

Enlighten us, Mr. Roberts.

She was a double -hulled ship, too, sir.

During construction, a ship fitter fell asleep in the void and was accidentally

sealed inside.

They said that you could hear him pounding for years.

Years, bud?

Well, obviously it was his ghost, ma 'am.

Obviously. When they scrapped the Great Eastern, sir, they found a skeleton

between the hulls.

Well, the skeleton on the hornet wasn't a ship fitter. It was a naval aviator

who apparently died of a fractured skull.

Murder, sir?

Looks that way.

He was hidden in the void with no identification other than wings, bars,

this patch.

This is a Scoti Tigers patch, Admiral.

They were a South Vietnamese Air Force squadron. Flew F -5s out of Bien Ho.

Which means that our skeleton was entombed during the Vietnam era.

My father flew off the Hornet on his first tour.

Could have been in this guy's squadron.

Very well may have, Commander.

Uh, sir, isn't this technically a matter for Alameda Homicide, since the

Hornet's their museum ship?

Not yet, she isn't. Maybe so long as the pink slip.

If Alameda can't raise the funds and maintain her as a museum, she'll be sold

scrap.

In any case, the victim died while the Hornet was in commission.

Alameda Homicide says this investigation is all ours. Or I should say, all

yours. Let's get to it.

I asked her.

Oh, boy.

Alameda's across the bay from San Francisco.

Yeah, just a cork's throw from the Napa Valley. Mr. and Mrs. Wharf. Hawaiian

country. Chinatown. B &Bs. We're investigating a murder, people.

Not taking a vacation.

But you're going to have to stay behind in Washington to do research.

Sir, I have a portable computer.

Good. You can use it to email Major McKenzie with your reports.

But I want chapter and verse on the Hornets during the Vietnam War.

campaigns, UA, missing personnel, anything and everything. Also, any joint

operations they have with the Scotian Tigers.

Aye, aye, sir.

Yours is not to reason why. Yours is but to do research.

You ever fly off her?

Nah, she's too small to handle Tomcats.

But I was on her once.

What's the bulkhead number where they open the void? 2 Delta 42 Zebra 8 Victor

Hike.

Very funny.

I'm a funny lady.

Because you have an overactive imagination.

I really appreciate this, Harriet.

No problem.

We can see the movie another time.

See, that's what I like about you, Harriet. You're so understanding.

What's not to understand?

Duty's duty, bud.

Believe me, other girls aren't nearly as sympathetic.

Other girl?

You're seeing another girl?

No, no.

You're the only girl I've wanted to see since, gosh, I don't know how long. A

long time.

Hi, buddy.

Millie, I didn't know you'd be working tonight. I work every Friday night.

Unless I have a date.

Buddy.

It's a term of... Endearment.

Yeah. No.

Uh, Millie, this is Ensign Sims.

Harriet, this is Millie Shaker. If you're looking for anything in Navy

Millie knows where it's buried.

Wow, I'm impressed.

You must have quite a firing system.

No, uh, just a great memory.

Uh, Millie, I need to research the USS Horny.

Hornet.

Um... Which one? There are eight.

The last one. I need to see your records from 61 to 75.

Are you going to spend the weekend with me, buddy?

Excuse me?

We can't computer search those records. They're only on microfilm.

That takes time.

Well, buddy, I guess we have our work cut out for us then.

Ensign Sims is going to help me.

Did you bring cookies?

Cookies?

so you can find your way back.

Delta 42, it should be down here.

Six -tack Victor.

Eight -tack Victor.

There it is. Holy cut and avoid.

Looks like they removed all the evidence.

What was that?

It's metal contracting.

The ship's cooling as the sun goes down.

That is not metal contracting.

Kill your life.

No.

Kill your life.

What are you two doing down here in the dark?

Wondering if you were a ghost.

Not that I'm aware of.

Lieutenant Mark Falcon, Alameda Homicide.

I'm Major Sarah McKenzie.

This is Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rapp.

I thought Alameda Homicide was handing this one over to Jake.

Oh, we are, Commander. I'm here on my own time.

Never could pass up a good mystery.

Thought I'd give you a hand.

Any idea how he might have got in here?

Not really. I checked the void from bulkhead to bulkhead. And as you can

it's completely sealed except for the hole the salvagers cut to get in here.

They said they were inspecting for rust before making a bid to scrap it. You

don't believe them? No. You don't have to check the void to make a scrap bid.

No, they were looking for something else.

What?

Anything left behind by the original shipbuilders. Lunch buckets, tools,

magazines, mostly junk.

But 50 -year -old junk's worth a buck a day, especially if it comes from a

famous ship.

I hope Alameda can raise enough money to save the old girl.

She was a hell of a ship in her day.

Did you serve on her?

No. No, I was an Army MP.

Spent my year in Saigon chasing AWOLs and breaking up bar fights.

What do you make of that flight patch found on the skeleton?

Oh, just that it wasn't his. Medical examiner said the skeleton was

The patch was South Vietnamese, although I don't recall ever seeing it.

It's a Scoti Tigers patch.

They flew F -5s out of B &O.

Wish my partner were that quick with the answers.

Hey, Phil.

My dad flew 167 missions over the north, half of them from this deck.

You told him about this?

He didn't come back.

Sorry.

Hey. It's 10 p .m. to your stomachs. You guys have got to be starved. I know a

little fish place where the branzino is as good as in Italy.

What is it, Commander?

Nothing. Let's eat.

You're 11 minutes late.

10? 11.

You probably dropped a minute when you reset your watch.

Probably. UPS overnight for you.

From La Jolla?

The tapes.

I had my mom send them. God, I haven't heard these since I was a kid.

Let me guess.

Billy Joel?

Crithcroft?

Kenny Rogers?

These are letter tapes from my father.

Morning, Trish.

At least it's morning here on the South China Sea.

Hot and muggy. My mom cassetteed the tapes my dad sent him from the Horn in

Tom Boone and I just flew cap for some A6s visiting Uncle Ho.

Tom Boone, the cag on the seagull?

Yeah, he was my dad's wingman. Hammer and Tong were flying covered, decided to

stick close to the rice bowls.

Can't say that I blame him.

How's my boy?

I hope you're playing these tapes so he won't forget my voice Trish I gotta cut

this short to make the mail give harm a big hug and a kiss for me and be strong,

honey I'll be home soon.

I Love you guys That was recorded on the Hornet near the end of its first tour

in 66 came back from that one You're still hoping he's alive

Chances are 10 million to one again.

Well, still, someone always wins the lottery, don't they?

The mechanism of injury was blunt force trauma causing an oblique fracture to

the base of the skull.

Preliminary examination indicates that the deceased was Caucasian male between

25 and 30.

Years of age.

Oh, that was found clutched in his right hand.

Clutched in a skeleton's hand?

Yes, see, as the flesh deteriorated, the bones maintained their position.

Well, I'd say that he was clutching it when he died.

Seth and me's wore patches of Velcro to the front of their flight jackets.

How about if in a struggle...

Our lieutenant snatched this off his murderer's jacket.

Oh, that's possible.

I assume this was found with the remains?

Around the left radial and the ulna.

Looks like a go -to -hell watch.

What's a go -to -hell watch?

It was a standard issue to combat flight crews. No names or inscriptions in case

they were captured.

There should be a serial number.

Oh, there is.

Maybe we can trace it.

You keep records that far back?

Hey, this is the Navy, Doc. We have Popeye's enlistment papers on record

somewhere.

Big question is where.

Federal stock number Delta 3684, lot number 458771.

58771. I found it.

Now, we're looking for serial number 19293. 37.

I know, bud. You're terrific, Harriet.

Mm -hmm.

Not so terrific.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were so terrific, you wouldn't be dating girls like Millie.

I'm not dating Millie or anyone else except you.

So does this mean we're going steady?

Steady.

I didn't say so are we getting married, bud.

Ah, there.

Serial number 192937 was issued to Lieutenant Brian Tate on September 13th,

1974.

He's our skeleton, Harm. He was listed as missing at sea on April 30, 1975.

That's the day Saigon fell.

Vietnamese were fleeing to our ships and everything from helos to sampans.

One of them was a Scoti tiger bent on murder.

Yeah, but why?

And where is he now?

Hey, wasn't Lieutenant Falcon supposed to meet us here at 1300?

He's six minutes late.

Look, tell Bud to fax Lieutenant Tate's dental records to the Alameda Medical

Examiner and see if there's a refugee list in the Hornets' records.

Carm, Bud's been at it nonstop for 32 hours and 24 minutes.

How do you do that?

My mother's swift.

Okay.

After he faxes the dental records and does a refugee search, he can hit the

for a couple hours.

And when he's back at it, tell him to see if the hornet suffered any hole

in April of 75.

Hole damage?

Yeah. If she had hole damage, she might open the void to repair it.

That's brilliant, Harm.

Only if I'm right.

Hey, where are you going?

I'm going to take a walk with my dad.

where we're launching Corsairs.

I wish you could see how beautiful this is.

Here goes the bird blood.

You can't possibly hear me over all this noise.

So I'm going inside where I can talk without shouting.

Hey, who are you?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb, Jag.

I'm investigating the remains found in the void.

Sibby Lanagro.

I found those remains.

While inspecting for corrosion?

Yeah.

I'm surveying the Hornet to make a salvage bid.

If Alameda can't come up with the cash, I turn this rust bucket into razor

blades. There's no rust bucket, Mr. Lanagro. Nothing romantic about it to

Commander. I served on flat tops. All I remember is hot bunking, dog watches,

and the stink of aviation fuel.

I can still smell it, and she hasn't launched a bird in years.

Yeah, it smells pretty good to me.

Ooh, you got it bad.

30 -year type for sure.

What was your rating?

I was a welder.

I kept them together.

Now I tear them apart.

Come on, I'll show you where I found the bones. That's okay, I'll find my own

way. Suit yourself.

But don't go past any chains.

These decks ain't safe beyond them.

always telling me.

Seems like half the intruders on board down here are being patched up.

Those boys take a hell of a beating.

Everything from sands to rocks.

Thank God I fly high.

There's nothing to worry about.

Sorry I'm late, Major. I was waiting for a fax.

We identified the skeleton.

He's a Lieutenant Brian Tate.

Tate, huh?

Figured it was him or Lieutenant Sturgis.

What do you mean?

The facts I was waiting for was a list of officers missing off the Hornet

the Vietnam War.

To eliminate the MIAs, there were only two.

A Lieutenant Sturgis, who jumped ship in Hong Kong, and a Lieutenant Tate, who

was lost at sea.

Why didn't you tell us what you were doing?

I could ask you the same question, Sarah. Well, we just did it this

So did I.

You're right. I'm sorry, Mark. It's all right.

Forget it.

When it comes to solving mysteries, we all want to be first.

How'd you like the bronzino last night?

It was terrific.

Good. How about a San Francisco steakhouse tonight?

Yeah, Arm's practically a vegetarian.

Wasn't figuring on asking him.

Is that a problem?

No, not at all. Good.

By the way, where is the commander?

Walking with his dad.

Taking the ladder down to the O2 level where Tom and I are building.

After the briefing, we grab a cup of java and head to our quarters for some

time.

I swear, Trish, if we're not flying, we're sleeping.

Especially Tom.

Speak of the devil, you'll never guess who joined me, Trish.

Hey, Trish, the man you should have married. Hey, it's a private

Tom.

Honey, I'm going to shut the tape off for a second while I get rid of this

interloper.

in town with physical abuse to let me finish this tape alone.

Hey, here's the knee knockers Harm kept tripping over on visitor's day.

I'll never forget the way he'd get up after each fall and try again.

I like that.

It shows fortitude, which will take him a long way in life.

cross any chain.

What chain?

You ripped right through it. There was no chain there. I didn't rip through

anything.

Maybe you don't remember.

Shock can do that.

We need to get you to a doctor, Harm. I'm okay, Meg.

Well, I was okay until you blasted me in the eyes with the light.

Pupils are contracting, but slowly. You need to see a doctor.

Major's right, Commander.

That had to be a nasty fall.

I've hit harder land than a tomcat.

Sounds like you're accident -prone, Commander.

Somebody took that chain down.

Who?

There's no one else on board except us.

Maybe the old girl did it.

Doesn't like you poking around in her innards.

You're the one who wants to cut her into razor blades.

You're right.

Maybe it's me she's after.

Ooh, I better get out of here before I have an accident.

Did he come down ahead of you?

No, he came down with us.

He was with someone when he discovered the skeleton, wasn't he?

Yeah, his partner.

Had a Greek name.

Andy something.

Cochepus.

Andy Cochepus.

You don't think your fall was an accident?

There was no chain there.

After I fell, I saw... Saw what?

Somebody was up there looking down at me.

I'm getting you to a doctor.

I don't need a doctor, Mac. I just need to get on deck.

Why would Lou Negro or his partner want to see you hurt?

They want to scrap this ship.

Maybe they figure an accident on top of the skeleton will give Alameda second

thoughts about bringing tourists on board. Well, they want to put an end to

investigation before we find out they're involved.

Well, how could they be? Tate was murdered 22 years ago. Negro let it slip

he served five years in carriers as a welder.

If he was on the Hornet when Tate was killed, he would have been on the damage

control party that opened the point.

Whoa. Void was opened in 75?

Well, it had to be. That's the only way Tate's body could have gotten in there.

I'm guessing they opened the void to repair some hall damage.

Makes sense, but if Lonegro was the murderer, he'd be the last person to

that void now.

Well, he may not be the murderer, but he knows something.

Like you said, they didn't cut in there looking for rust.

Maybe his partner will tell us something he wouldn't.

How about if Sarah and I question him before we go to San Francisco tonight?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mark.

I'm going to have to take a rain check on that steak, and I want to keep an eye

on her.

No, no, no, no, no.

I am not going to hear about you missing a San Francisco steak dinner to babysit

me. I'm fine.

You two, go on your date. And I'm not leaving you in this condition.

Yes, you are.

And as senior officer in this investigation, Major, that's an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

You sure, Commander?

Positive. I'm fine.

The CB torched into the void to check the corrosion.

Yeah, that's right.

What did you care if the hole was corroded? You want to turn the hornet

scrap. Because rusted scrap iron ain't worth crap.

If you'll pardon the expression.

I don't think so.

What? I don't think I'll pardon the expression, and I don't think I believe

Well, who gives a damn, lady?

I give a damn.

And I'm not a lawyer. I'm a street cop.

Okay, okay.

What were you looking for in that board? I told you. We were looking for gold.

We were looking for gold.

Go on.

Simi was on the Hornet after the war.

And he said that all the non -vets were searching for this gold that this

Vietnamese colonel smuggled on after Saigon fell.

But nobody found nothing.

Then Simi reads in an old damage control log that a repair party...

Opened the void when this Vietnamese colonel was still on board.

So he figures the gold is hid there.

But all we found was that skeleton.

See there?

Telling the truth always makes you feel better.

Bud, did you get a hold of that refugee list?

Yes, sir.

and one of them was a Scoti Tiger, Colonel Nguyen.

But he was on a flight to Guam that did an Amelia Earhart.

Why was he being airlifted to Guam?

Writers don't say, Commander.

But I checked the manifest, and besides the flight crew and Colonel Nguyen,

there's an SOG officer on board.

SOG?

That was the cover used by the CIA in Nam.

Interesting, isn't it, sir?

Very interesting. You're doing a great job, bud. Keep it up.

Thank you, sir.

Harm, now you got your feet on his death?

I didn't realize that I had... What are you doing here, Mr. Webb?

You were working late. I thought you might like a pizza.

An El Nino.

And with anchovies. Your favorite.

How did you know it was my favorite?

And how did you know I'd be working so late?

Knowing things, that's how one survives on the Potomac.

Knowing I like an El Nino with anchovies? And a Fregola Frappe.

Whatever it is you and the CIA want, the answer's no.

Oh, for God's sakes, Roberts, just enjoy it.

I don't want information from you.

Don't? No.

I have information to give you.

Dad. Dad.

Damn. My phone can't get out.

Too much steel down here. You'll have to go up on deck.

I'm not leaving him again.

I'll do it.

Thanks, Mark.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on, Mac.

What are you doing here?

When you weren't in your quarters, we came back out looking for you.

Harvey's been unconscious. I never should have left you.

I remember talking to Bud about it.

I knew you.

The plane was sabotaged flying to Guam.

Sabotaged?

He didn't tell me it was sabotaged. Well, Bud spoke to you before Webb came

Webb? The CIA's involved?

What? What is it, Meg?

Later in the hospital, an ambulance is on the way. No, no, no. You tell me now.

Webb told Bud to warn us. The KGB is following our investigation.

KGB? How are they involved?

Colonel Nguyen boarded the Hornet with a list of names, a list he wanted to

trade for the good life in Paris.

What kind of list?

American MIAs the KGB were holding in Russia at the end of the war.

Oh, God.

My father, my... The colonel approached two CIA agents who were airlifted

to the Hornet when Saigon fell. One of them was on the plane with him to Guam.

The other disappeared when the Hornet docked. The CIA believed he was a double

agent working for the Russians. They think that he sabotaged the plane so

that list would not come to light.

Why weren't we told?

Tell us what harm? A rumor?

According to Webb, the CIA's been trying to verify it ever since.

Wait a minute.

How is Tate involved in this?

Colonel Nguyen was quartered with him when he came on board.

Why would Nguyen kill Tate?

Tate must have seen the list.

He didn't just see it, Mac. He must have seen where he hid it.

Think about it.

Colonel Nguyen would not keep the list with him. The list must still be here

somewhere.

Come on, sit down, please.

No, it's okay. I just need a little air.

Mac, I saw my dad.

I followed him to his quarters.

He was trying to tell me something.

Maybe where the list is hidden.

Harm, you've been listening to your dad's tapes, walking in his footsteps.

Maybe the concussion caused you to imagine... I'm hallucinating. I saw him.

saw my dad.

An ambulance is on the way.

I'm not leaving until I find him, Liz.

It shows fortitude, which will take him a long way in life.

Here we are.

03 Lima 124 Papa.

My home on the Hornet.

What's the number?

226, Papa.

This isn't my dad.

Don, you were hallucinating.

No, no, no, I wasn't.

Mac, I didn't see my dad.

Thank God.

I saw Lieutenant Tate.

Harm. These are his quarters.

I see.

He led me here.

He wants me to find the list.

Okay, Harm, we're getting you topside into a hospital.

Sarah's right, Commander.

You need medical attention. Both of you gotta celebrate the end of a mission

with a shot of bourbon. But I have mine when I'm making your tape.

Tom and I keep a bottle hidden in the wall behind our racks.

Here's to you, Harm.

It's in Vietnamese.

Except for the names and the dates.

He's in here.

He was transferred to Russia.

He'll still be alive.

I'll get him.

The book.

The book. I got it, Commander.

The ship's on fire.

That bastard.

Who? The Negro. Who else? He wants his ship for scrap.

He burns it.

There'll never be a museum. Come on, we've got to find another way out.

Dammit, it's everywhere!

It's resurrection like wind tunnels.

It's down.

It's down!

He's right.

Very good.

Commander, is there another way out of here other than up?

I don't know.

Maybe we can wait it out.

I don't think so.

Good, sir. I'll tell him.

Bye -bye.

Commander says he'll be released from the hospital by 1500 our time. He's

to get the list from the police evidence safe and head straight to Travis.

So he should be arriving in Andrews by 2100.

I wish he had a marine security detachment with him.

Why would he need that, sir?

Are you kidding, Ensign?

That list is going to toast the KGB.

I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate to add Harms and Mack's names to it.

I wouldn't try to get that list from the commander.

You're right.

He wouldn't trade it for an admiral's star.

Commander also wanted me to say thank you and that he owes you.

His dad paid that debt long ago.

Just when I think I've got him figured.

He says something nice.

Yeah.

I misjudged you too, bud.

Me? Yeah.

I know you're not a sailor with a girl in every port.

Gosh, no, Harriet.

I only want one girl in port.

You.

Does this mean we're going steady?

I guess so.

Oh, bud.

Anyone can confine you to a hospital bed for two days.

I slept the first day. After that, the nurse threatened to tie me down if I so

much as stuck my nose out the door. Kinky.

Yellow light, Major.

Oh, come on, Harm. Haven't we reached the point where we can drop the traffic

signals?

Absolutely. I ever tell you why a female marine is like the Energizer Bunny? On

second thought, let's not.

Who in their right mind would order a pineapple and anchovy pizza?

A homicide cop, baby, Danny. Don't get wise, kid. You want me to take him back?

I'll take him back. No, I'll leave the pepperoni and sausage.

Hey, you want the pepperoni and sausage, you've got to take the pineapple and

anchovies. You ain't getting a tip.

I never get a tip.

Excuse me.

Sergeant, we're looking for Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

Lieutenant, you take care of these offices?

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're here to meet Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

About what?

Well, he's holding evidence for us.

Evidence?

It's a book. It's in the station safe. If you just let the lieutenant know

here... I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, Lieutenant Mark Falcon does.

Ma 'am, I'm Lieutenant Mark Falcon.

Moscow International.

I'll find a mech. I'll find him and the list if it takes the rest of my life.