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It's a little cold today, isn't it?

I see it is the same leg you injured when you went down. No, it

isn't. Yes, it is.

Oh, still lying to me. And you're still questioning me.

I heard about the accident and that the KGB was sending you north.

I came to see if there was anything I could do.

Set me free?

I've tried as much as I dare.

It's all right, Victor.

I always prefer to do things for myself, anyway.

Don't be a fool.

There's a thousand miles of frozen wasteland out there.

They want to take...

a photograph.

Why? No one can know I'm alive in Russia.

KGB are bureaucrats. They like to record everything.

Victor, you want to do something for me? Let Trish and my son know that I'm

alive. Harman, that's more... Do it as a friend.

Please.

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.

You feeling something?

This is Captain Boris Novodin.

This is Lieutenant Anatoly Krishnan. KGB.

Neither survived Gorbachev's perestroika.

And this... This is Major Viktor Lyshov.

KGB?

Soviet Air Force.

He specialized in dissecting our aerial weapon systems during Vietnam and the

Cold War.

In 1970, Major Lushoff was in Hanoi interrogating downed flyers. At the

was particularly interested in Navy pilots who flew Iron Hand missions.

Those were the missions my dad was flying when he went down.

What's he doing in a photo taken ten years later?

Why don't you ask him?

Lushoff's in San Diego.

working for Consolidated Aircraft as a systems engineer.

He came here in 89.

He was by the name of Sam Lewis.

Mother's not ill, is she?

No, sir. Her health is excellent, Admiral. I just haven't seen her in a

and I need to fly to keep current, so I thought I'd do a cross -country to

Miramar, take a long weekend, kill two birds with one stone.

And keep your flight fast, current.

Yes, sir. And see my mother.

I guess we could spare you for a couple of days.

Thank you, sir.

Commander.

Sir.

Please give my regards to your mother.

I'll do that, sir. Thank you.

What's a son need to do to get a drink around here?

Son is over the yard arm.

Darling, we didn't expect you for another hour of meat.

You're getting younger every time I see you. That's just you getting older.

Hello, hon. Frank, you're looking fit.

I'm just trying to keep up with your mom.

I'll get you the drink.

Hey.

So, how's the gallery?

Oh, it's a pain in the butt.

You know, I think I'm supporting every starving artist from Tijuana to Ventura.

Annie and George?

Well, uh, I'm not seeing Annie anymore, Mom.

Oh.

How's Matt?

He's fine, I guess.

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

Don't start, Mom.

So, huh, what brings you to the West Coast?

Kate?

No.

Cheers, darling.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Good to see you. Yeah, you too.

Uh, no, uh, not a case.

I found somebody who knew Dad in Russia.

Russia?

Your father died in Vietnam.

I don't believe he did, Mom.

Trish, there have been rumors of American POWs having been sent to the

Union.

This photo was taken in Siberia in 1980.

Is it him?

Could be.

I don't know.

What do you intend to do?

Go to Russia.

Find him.

Let it go, Harm. I can, Mom.

Mom!

Not knowing...

His fate, wondering always if he might still be alive.

The ghost of your father has always been between us.

Your mom needs closure as much as you do.

Thanks, Frank.

Do you still carry that photo of your dad?

Yeah.

He was a handsome guy, your dad.

No more than you, Frank.

I have a friend in Moscow.

Hugh Blackadder.

I'll arrange for funds to be available to you through him. Frank, I can't take

your money.

I figured out early on that I could never live up to your father in your

I wasn't a blue angel.

Hell, I never even wore a uniform.

Frank. But although, you never thought about me as your father.

You're the only son I ever had.

Let me help you out.

Mom, I'm sorry I upset you.

No, it's my fault.

I never should have let you listen to the tapes your father used to send home.

How else would I ever got to know?

Through my eyes.

I never let you listen to this one.

It was returned with the things from the ship.

Your daddy made this in case he didn't come back.

It might be personal, but I'd like you to hear how he wanted me to go on with

life and for you to have a father, even if it wasn't him.

Listen to it, darling.

I think you'll understand.

I already do understand, Mom.

You look so much like him.

Victor Lushoff?

Harmon?

Lieutenant Harmon Rapp?

Are you a ghost?

I'm his son, sir.

When did you first question my father?

The spring of 70.

He had been badly injured and not treated very well. I saw that he

medical attention, which quite probably saved his life.

So you could interrogate him?

Yes.

Your father was shot down flying what your Navy called an Iron Hand mission.

Do you know what that is?

It's a mission designed to kill SAM missile sites.

They were normally flown in A6s, but your father was flying a specially

F -4, which... he used quite effectively.

He dodged half a dozen missiles and destroyed three missile sites before a

burst of flak caught him.

The golden BB.

Yes.

Such effectiveness we had to know more about.

So what did you do when he told you nothing?

Nobody told me everything.

It's why the KGB flew into Russia.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

We spent two years at an Air Force scientific research center trying to

duplicate your systems.

But it was all maskerovka.

You understand?

Disinformation.

Deception.

Telling me lies was worse than telling me nothing.

What happened?

After that?

Oh, we are both fighter pilots, and that is a strong bond.

We spent many hours talking of flying and our families.

He spoke often of you and Trish.

He didn't answer my question.

We became friends.

And I began to fear for his life.

So I told the KGB that he had been of great help.

and might be of more in the future.

So they let him live.

They shipped him off to Gulag in Siberia.

When?

The summer of 72.

Then how do you explain this photo taken in 1980?

Oh, the KGB, the records.

How did you get this?

It doesn't matter.

Harmon was injured in a mining accident.

I heard that they were going to move him, so I went to see him at the train

station. After that meeting, I never heard of Lieutenant Hormel Rapp again.

Why haven't you told anybody else about that?

Because I want to live.

I tell you because of the guilt I feel for something your father asked me to

I will tell no one else.

This photo was taken by the KGB for the record.

That means they were our other record.

Perhaps this will help.

Yes, 394652.

What is this? Something that's been burned into my memory for 28 years.

It's the prisoner number of the KGB assigned to your father.

Just leave a milky, common lad.

You should just lie to your commanding officer. You lied to me.

If I had told you why I was going to San Diego, sir, would you have let me go?

Maybe, maybe not, but damn it, you could at least give me the benefit of the

doubt.

My apologies, Admiral.

You above anybody else deserves better from me, sir.

May I show you

this, sir?

S3946521 is this?

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

It was given to me by a former Soviet Air Force officer, Major Viktor Lyshov.

He interrogated my father in Russia.

The last time he saw him was in Siberia in 1980. That's when the photo was

taken, sir.

That's the major beside my father in the fur hat.

You know this could all be a hoax. To what end, sir?

Oh, come on, Commander.

If an American POW...

was proven to be held in Russia after the Vietnam War, it would blow the roof

off of Washington and Moscow.

Now, this has to be investigated through official channels.

So it can be covered up, Admiral? You know better than that, Commander.

If I knew anyone up to and including the President was covering up something

like this, I would be the first one in their face.

I was thinking of the other side, sir.

Victor, Major Lushov.

told me that my dad was taken to Siberia by a rogue KGB operation.

An official inquiry could never uncover that, sir.

But you could?

Yes, sir, I believe so.

Admiral, I have 30 days' leave on the books. I'd like to take it as soon as

possible.

Do you realize that the odds of your father being alive are...

are practically non -existent.

Back in April, Toshimasa Maguro, a World War II prisoner, was returned to Japan

after 53 years in Siberia.

He was simply forgotten.

Submit your request for leave. I'll take it under advice.

Well? Said he'd take it under advisement.

You're gonna go no matter what the Admiral says, aren't you?

You can reach

me this number day or night.

Just make sure you call from a secured phone.

Our embassy's probably got the only one in Moscow.

I don't think you'll find your father harmed.

But if you do, you'll want to be the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

I'm sorry, I don't speak.

Russian. Well, isn't this a coincidence?

Isn't it?

Who's idea was it?

Mine and the Admiral's, unofficially.

You're on my seatbelt.

I speak the language.

I can handle myself if things get rough. And you need someone to watch your six.

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

All the more reason for me to come.

Oh, look.

We're moving.

It's okay.

I speak English.

Sure. I know how to speak English.

It's my place.

I am Alexei.

This way, please.

For Skaia to be Garden Ring?

You have been to Moscow before?

I've got a map.

You afraid I'll cheat you?

I just want to learn my way around.

That is old map.

Street names have changed.

Everything has changed in Russia.

We are like America now.

Everything is free.

Did you have money?

I'm going to take you shopping.

All I want now is a hot bath and a bed.

We'll shop later, Daniel.

I can get you computers, fur coats, diamond rings, you name it. Even a

submarine. But you have enough money.

How about a MiG -29?

One ride, 15 ,000.

American. You serious?

You can buy a ride in a MiG -29?

Sure. I can arrange.

We are selling everything now.

Pretty soon all we have left is our underwear.

What's that for?

Lubyanka prison.

Home of KGB.

Herman Rapp.

Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Rapp. Passport, please.

Okay, here we are.

Reservation for one.

My friend needs a room, too.

Does your friend have a reservation?

No, is that a problem?

Problem, yes.

We have no vacancies.

Well, I suppose we can share.

You share a room, you pay double.

It's not

in the book.

Slipping from the bed.

You take it. I'll sleep in the chair.

Uh,

I'll wait in the bathroom while you change your pajamas.

Uh, what pajamas?

God, what is that?

I don't know. Maybe it's a gift from your friend at the front desk.

Oh, you're not going to open it, are you?

Open the window.

Duck.

A warning?

Rab sleeps with the herrings.

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

Webb.

I hear two of your officers are in Moscow. May I ask why?

They're on vacation, Mr. Secretary.

Vacation? Yes, sir.

You are aware of the government's position on American POWs in Russia,

you, A .J.? Yes, sir.

Officially, there are no American POWs in Russia.

Nor unofficially.

Well, there are rumors, Mr.

Secretary. Which is why we have a team of MIA experts in Moscow.

They haven't found a single piece of solid evidence to substantiate any of

stories. People with hope don't always need solid evidence, sir. My wife's

brother went down in the South China Sea in 68.

She still dreams he's alive.

It's cruel to raise false hopes with hearsay and rumors.

I agree with that, sir.

Good. Get Rab to agree.

Better yet, get him to vacation in Italy.

You scared me blind.

What are you doing here, Alexei?

Nothing, boss. I thought you might be hungry. I know a private club.

American steak, scotch whiskey, Russian women.

But you don't need that, do you?

Why didn't you knock?

I didn't want to wake you if you were asleep.

Please, lady, put down the gun.

Spasibo.

Get the door.

I can't sleep.

Yeah, me neither.

So I had good idea, huh?

Thank you.

Forget,

Sarah.

Mark.

Falcon.

I knew we were destined to meet again, Sarah.

So did I, but I haven't been looking forward to it.

I have.

Ever since the fire on the Hornet.

Still don't know how you let us out of that blaze.

You saved my life, Commander.

And you repaid me by stealing the book.

The book?

The little green one.

The names of American POWs transferred to Russia by the KGB.

That book was a fake.

Like that photo someone sent you.

Who was that, by the way?

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

Who do you work for, Mark, if that's even your real name?

It's actually Sokol, Sarah. I work for the Federal Security Service, much like

your FBI.

So why pick us up?

I feared for your safety.

Really? Well, perhaps not yours, Commander, but certainly Sarah's.

Commander, you're being fed false information by someone determined to

wedge between our two countries.

And how did that endanger us? There are some that would eliminate you.

rather than risk you finding your father.

Like you?

Discovering an American POW on our soil would be disastrous.

But if by some incredible circumstance the information you have were true, I'd

try my best to keep it secret.

But it's not.

That's exactly why I need the photograph, in the name of whoever gave

So you can destroy it?

Yes. And the person who gave it to harm?

That man's trying to destroy Russia, send us back to the days of Stalin.

And he must be stopped.

S -394 -652.

Write it down.

What is this? The number the KGB assigned my father when he was taken as

prisoner here to Russia.

Who keeps giving you these lies, Commander?

Get me a file on that number and maybe I'll tell you.

We free to go?

You came here freely, didn't you?

As I recall, you and I had an open dinner date.

Why not?

We can tell each other lies.

Do you work for the Federal Security Service?

No, boss.

I work for whoever pays.

A man with no loyalties?

I work for the highest bidder.

Well, at least you're honest.

Unless you pay me to be dishonest, boss.

Dosvidanya.

Dosvidanya.

I like him.

People with no integrity always attract you.

Ouch.

Sorry, Mac. That was the jet lag talking.

Hey, I accepted a dinner with Falcon because I thought it would help.

Vodka loosens the tightest lips, you know.

Was that lips or hips?

You're terrible.

I don't drink, remember?

Colonel Parlovsky.

Commander Rapp.

Major McKenzie.

What a delightful surprise.

Are you enjoying vodka?

So far all we've seen is the airport, LaBianca, and this hotel.

I could show you an interesting alley.

One without ears.

So, you have just come from Lubyanka?

Yes. Were you questioned by Major Sokol?

Major?

Sokol is KGB.

I thought the KGB was dead.

Mutated. Governments come and go.

KGBs live forever.

I thought you were KGB.

Never.

I'm foreign intelligence, similar to your FBI.

Funny, that's what Sokol said about his federal security service.

Does Major Sokol know of the photograph I sent you, Commander?

Yes. Did you tell him I sent it?

No. Good. The foolish gesture of an old man with a missing son in Afghanistan.

I regret sending it.

It has only put you in peril.

It's brought me closer to my father.

For that, I owe you.

Your father's certainly dead by now.

Is your son dead?

I talked to a former Soviet Air Force

officer.

He interrogated my father.

How did you find him? That doesn't matter.

He gave me my father's KGB prisoner number.

Did you tell this to Major Sokol? Yes.

He's tracing the number.

That puts you in even greater danger.

How? If Sokol is all you say he is, why wouldn't he want us to find Harm's

father? Create tension between the U .S. and Russia.

The closer you come, the more danger you feel.

Go back to the U .S., both of you.

Tonight, you cannot risk staying here a minute longer.

I can't.

We can't.

I have a dinner date.

The turbot with black caviar butter sauce is a specialty.

The achi puri is excellent.

And what do you normally have?

Steak. Meaning where?

I'll have that.

Where'd you learn English?

I grew up in Houston.

My parents moved there in the early 60s to monitor your space program.

So spying runs in the family.

If my father had been a flyer, I might be like your Commander Rapp.

He's very special to you, isn't he?

Yes.

But not in the way you think.

He's the best partner I've ever had and could ever hope to have.

He respects me, trusts me, and is mutual.

Wish you'd say those words about me, Sarah.

How could I ever trust you, Silk?

I warned you because I care about you.

And I did it at a great risk.

How? There's a very dangerous man who's out to destroy me.

He was KGB.

And I think he's behind the disinformation Commander Rabb has been

Does this man have a name?

Colonel Mikhail Perlovsky.

Have you heard of me?

No. If you did, would you tell me, Sarah?

If I could trust you.

Well, how can I gain your trust?

Help Harm find the truth.

Okay, Sarah.

If he tells me who gave him the photograph and swears that if he

father was brought to Russia, no one will ever know but the two of you.

You're assuming his father's dead, aren't you?

I'm assuming he was never here at all.

And if he was, he's most certainly dead by now.

And if he's not?

Let's not talk about the impossible.

You read Russian, Commander.

File on prisoner number F394652.

Open May 10th, 1970 in Chkaliskaya.

Why is that?

It's about 10 kilometers outside Moscow.

The Air Force Scientific Test Institute.

Two years later, in July 1972, F394652 was sent to Vorkuta Gulag. Doesn't say

why. In 1980, he was transferred to Beloyka in northern Siberia, where he...

He escaped.

My father escaped in 1980.

If he was your father.

There's no name, Commander.

Only a number.

This could be the file of any one of hundreds of thousands of the KGB in

How many were held in an Air Force scientific test center? How many had

photo taken at Varkuta train station?

F394652 is my father.

Where's Beloyka?

1 ,300 miles from here.

Going to Beloyka would be extremely dangerous.

I'll leave first thing in the morning.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Back from here on, I go alone. No way.

Commander Rabb, who gave you the photograph?

I received it in the mail from Moscow.

No name, no return address.

On the back was written 1980, and this one's real.

You know more.

So do you.

What did he say?

Just to be safe.

May he bless you.

Well, they leave for Beloyka in the morning.

I know where your father is.

What's in the book?

These documents

are fake.

What time is it?

East Coast, Zulu, or Moscow?

Moscow will do.

0525. That jet lag doesn't even throw off your internal clock, huh?

Nope. Although daylight savings makes me think twice.

I have been working on tickets all night. I got two seats to Norilsk, but I

could not get you from there to Beloyka.

Sold out? No seats?

No flight.

There is one flight each week, but that has been canceled until further notice.

Falcon or Parlovsky?

Toss a coin I don't trust either of them. Oh, me too, boss.

You? Your loyalty goes to the highest bidder.

Yes, but when I accept the bid, I honor it. How far from Norilsk to Beloyka?

Only 400 kilometers.

Well, what about a private jet?

Everything in Russia is either air float or military.

You said you could get us a ride in a MiG -29.

A ride, yes.

A flight to Boloyka? No.

No pilot would risk breaking the rules that much. He'd be shot.

Yeah, a MiG -29 could make it. It has a range of 1 ,500 miles if both tanks are

full. Dollars can buy fuel, but not the pilot.

Well, we've got a pilot.

You are a military pilot?

I fly Tomcats.

Which is what a MiG -29 is a rip -off of.

You'd have to steal it.

Is that a problem?

Oh, boy.

That'll cost... How much?

Fifty thousand?

Our new embassy had bugs built in during construction, so we moved back into the

old one.

I imagine a few heads rolled over that, huh? My predecessors included.

Now, the ambassador won't be until 1.

He said to let you use his office.

Well, that was nice of him. Thank you. He's a nice guy.

Oh, the red phone is the secured line.

Webb's waiting on it. Thanks. I'm expecting a Hugh Blackadder. He has

for me. I'll see that he's shown in.

Thank you.

Webb.

We're here, Reb.

Who's we?

We as in the admiral who is regretting never letting you go on leave.

Morning, sir.

Zero four hundred here. What's up?

What is it?

Kuroshiki, lady. It's very good.

It is good.

Why don't you call me Mac?

Mac is a man's name.

It's short for Mackenzie, my family name.

I heard Major Sokol call you Sarah.

Call me Sarah if you like.

It fits you better.

Sarah?

I like sitting with you.

Oh, why is that?

It means helper.

As long as you have money.

Maybe. I have a feeling you're not as mercenary as you like to act.

Why? Because I gave you poroshki?

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

That's a good one, lady.

Farrah.

You're being set up, Rab.

Colonel Parlovsky and Major Sokol are the same animal. They're both former

Parlovsky was Sokol's mentor in the old days.

You're in danger.

So is the Major.

Yes, sir, I know.

If you know any way to make her stay behind, I wish you'd tell me.

I could order her home.

Yes, sir, you could.

Do it.

Rap will never come back now that he's got a blood scent.

Cut your losses.

You have always had a way with words, Webb.

Max beats Rush and you don't. I stand a better chance of staying alive with her.

Do you agree?

The odds are better with her, sir.

Find your father, Horn.

Thank you, Admiral.

Commander Rapp.

You black adder.

It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. Isn't it?

Since Frank said I should give you anything you wanted.

Frank's a good man.

Wow.

How much is in there?

How much you need.

Like I said, boss, 50 ,000.

I think we can cover that.

He's right.

What did he say? That we'd be sick before we left the ground.

One of us, anyway.

Okay, this fighter can carry a pilot and one passenger.

So I have to take you one at a time.

Who will be first?

Her. Him.

Tell him to come down.

What did he say? Said he left his map in his locker.

Well, let's hope not.

Sorry.

Lexi, drag him out of the way and then get the hell out of here. Okay, boy.

Talk out, Lexi.

Matt, come on.

It might tell for thee.

They are waiting for you.

Who? Our fighter plane.

He knew you'd steal this MiG. He was counting on it. That's why they had the

commercial flight at Buloika discontinued. He wants you shot down

MiG. Who?

He is the highest bidder. He always was. So that I will not tell you.

Give it up, Commander.

Major.

Were you KGB?

No. I was in the submarine, sir. Lieutenant.

Was that all?

Lieutenant.

What happened to us?

American spies have stolen your ship.

Why are you beating your head?

How you doing, Mac?

Don't ask.

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

But I'm going to have to... to climb soon. We burned too much fuel down this

low.

Keep your eyes on our six. I'm going to try and get this radar working.

Suck it up, Marine.

I got the radar working.

Hang on.

Say yes, ladies and gentlemen.

Is

that

what I think it is?

Yep.

What do we do?

Pray.