All language subtitles for JAG S04E10 The Black Jet

Shamsuddin, come here, come here

Thank you. Thank you.

Good day, Lieutenant Robin. Good day,
Commander.

Is the Major in yet?

No, sir, not yet.

What are you up to there, mate?

Emergency travel arrangements.

Tehran, a tricky place.

I had an assignment there some time ago.

Once those Iranian feathers get ruffled,
they're a little tough to put down.

How did you manage, Commander?

I did a fair job of it, sir. That's what
I understand from your record.

Major, my office. Commander Brumby, why
don't you join us?

I want you two on the first flight of
Persian Gulf.

What is it, sir?

Raniant version of a Gary Powers
incident.

Have you lost a spy plane over Iran?

Raniants have our pilot.

Major, you'll be lead counsel with
Commander Brumby working under you. Any

problems with that?

Can't imagine anything I'd like better,
sir.

Fine with me, sir.

Sir. Thanks. Good morning.

Hey, bud.

Morning, sir.

Hey, where's Major McKenzie?

He's in the Admiral's office with
Commander Brumby, sir.

Did they ask me to join?

Uh, he didn't say, sir.

Oh.

What's going on? We lost an aircraft
over Iran, and they're going to try the

pilot for espionage.

Navy? Yes, sir. A, uh... Lieutenant
Commander Jack Keeter.

Weren't you at the Academy with him,
sir?

Yeah, he was my roommate.

Commander, can I see you in a minute?

Yes, sir.

Bye.

You take care of this. All right, sir.

Morning.

You heard?

Yes, sir.

When I became Jag three years ago, I
gave you the first case that came across

desk. Keter's F -14 went down in Cuba,
sir. He was working with the CIA then. I

assume this is more the same.

With Webb involved, I'd say that's a
good guess.

When do I leave, sir?

You don't?

Admiral. I am assigning the case to
Major McKenzie and Commander Brumby.

Max speaks Farsi. Brumby has operated in
Iran.

The Aussies have an embassy there. We
don't. Admiral, I have known Keeter for

years, sir. He is my oldest friend.

It's a done deal, Ram. You're too close.

With all due respect, sir.

The Admiral is very close to his
daughter, yet that did not prevent him

coming to her rescue in Italy.

Enter.

Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to
interfere, but for the sake of morale, I

wondering whether you'd consider sending
Commander Rabb instead of me, sir.

Commander, do you feel inadequate to the
task?

No, sir.

In fact, I'm sure the Major and I would
make a knockout team.

But if that was my mate in jeopardy,
it'd kill me not to be there for him,

Well, thank you, Commander.

But I'll determine what's best for
morale at Jack.

Understood, sir.

Dismissed. Aye, sir.

Did you put him up to this?

Well, sir, I didn't even know he had
these, Simon, until just now.

Of course you didn't.

All right, Commander, you go.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed. Aye, aye, sir.

Brad.

Don't let your friendship with Commander
Keeter affect your judgment.

No, sir, I won't.

Hell, he won't.

I found a few citations that might prove
useful, Major.

Thank you, Commander.

Brumby.

Look, I don't hold a grudge.

That's good to know.

Since I hung you out to dry defending
Colonel Farrow.

What I'm saying is I hope you didn't
back out because you thought we couldn't

establish a working relationship.

Not at all.

It's like I told the Admiral.

It's Commander Rabb's messmate who's in
the hole. He should be the one to go

after him.

I agree.

Besides, you and I are going to have a
great relationship, Sarah.

I said working relationship.

We believe Iran is only two years away
from nuclear capability.

Last week, we received satellite photos
showing a reactor in the Dasht -Kabir

desert may be producing weapons -grade
plutonium.

Since the data was inconclusive, CIA
consulted naval intelligence.

Second, I have agreed to sponsor a recon
mission using the F -117 stealth

aircraft. But the Navy abandoned that
program years ago, sir. That's what

everyone was supposed to think.

It was undergoing carrier suitability
tests in Persian Gulf, 40 miles off the

coast of Iran.

It was diverted together, infrared
pictures for closer analysis.

The Iranians shot it down?

No. Lieutenant Commander Keeter had
control failure.

He had to eject.

He was found in the desert by Bedouins.
He was taken to a police station and

traded for arms.

What's his condition, sir?

According to the Iranians, sound enough
to stand trial.

Big kangaroo court, sir.

Iran is offering an olive branch here.

Full U .S. consultation in the pilot's
defense.

What's the quid pro quo, Webb?

Maybe they just want to improve
relations.

Yeah, maybe they just want to embarrass
us further.

Either way, I expect you'll find out
rather quickly.

Any of you familiar with the punishment
for espionage under Iranian law?

Same as under our law.

Death.

The plane was catapulted at 20 .05.

At 20 .46, Commander Peter shifted into
stealth mode.

At 21 .04, he attempted to change
altitude to avoid leaving a contrail.

when he encountered his first
malfunction.

The all -trim stabilizer failed.

He broke radio silence to inform us he
was having difficulty controlling the

aircraft. We ordered him back to the
carrier.

Did he go back?

He started to. Then the second
malfunction occurred.

Automatic roll stabilization failed.

I thought the flight stabilization
system had quad redundancy. It does. If

system fails, there are three more to
take over. He had to have experienced a

drastic computer malfunction.

I'd say.

Okay, Chief, shut her down.

Not bad for your first time.

Commander Keeter's last radio call
reported losing pitch control and

over late in the night. Couldn't he have
landed in the desert? With all three

stabilizing assists out, that bird flies
like a kite in a twister.

What caused the failure, sir? We don't
know.

Our technicians are trying to replicate
the problem. So far, no luck.

Hopefully, Commander Keeter can tell you
more when you get to Tehran.

Think you could have put her down in one
piece, sir?

Possibly. Pretty confident.

Good pilot has to be.

But in the F -117, that kind of thinking
can get you killed.

I can't believe my grandmother used to
dress like this. I remember her as a

little old lady in leisure suits.

Well, the two agents following you seem
to think you look pretty hot.

The Tehran High Court could have
prosecuted Lieutenant Commander Kita for

committing an act of war, but...

have opted instead to pursue only the
espionage charge.

It's quite strong, Commander.

That would be an understatement.

Minister, the distinction you're making
is moot, since both charges are

punishable by death.

If this were an Iranian military pilot
down in, let's say, Texas, I doubt your

government would be willing to dispense
of it with just a wink and a smile.

But,

Hopefully, your presence here will help
to open a dialogue between our two

governments. The best way to do that,
sir, would be to consider this incident

mutual mistake and to release Commander
Keeter into our custody.

Iran admits no mistake in this matter,
Commander.

Your country is developing nuclear arms,
sir.

The United States is trying to prevent a
widespread Middle Eastern crisis.

You're very forward, Major.

For a woman in my society.

Your Farsi is perfect.

Only the trace of an American accent.

We in the moderate government are trying
to implement change.

But there are hardline clerics in this
country who do not want that change to

come. We need something to appease these
forces.

A trade agreement, perhaps, or a release
of Iranian assets in your country.

Something. Unfortunately, Minister
Nassan, we don't have authority to

We are here, sir, to assure that
Commander Keeter is alive and well and

stays that way.

I have always enjoyed the intricacies of
American diplomacy.

I'm no diplomat, sir.

My point exactly.

What the commander is saying is that it
will be unproductive to discuss anything

until we've spoken with Commander
Keeter.

Well, then why didn't he just say that?

I expected to find Commander Keeter in a
hospital. His injuries were

superficial.

From his account, we believe the plane
went down somewhere near Lake Namak.

When we've gathered all the pieces,
we'll be sure and return them to you.

Oh, a personal correspondence from
Commander Keeter to his father.

I pass it on as evidence that we are
civilized.

This letter's been received, sir.

Oh, Iranian glue.

It never sticks.

What do you think?

He told me his wounds were superficial.

Oh, they are.

His vital signs are all acceptable.

Why is his arm in a sling?

I believe he broke that when he ejected.
Why wasn't it set?

It's a simple fracture.

Peter.

Martin. No, it's Harv.

No.

Martin Baker.

Commander Keeter, I'm Major McKenzie.

We're here to help you.

No.

Martin Baker.

I want him in a hospital now, and I want
that arm set immediately.

He'll be fine in time for the trial.

Why are you treating him like this?

He's an accused criminal.

Even accused criminals have rights. Not
in Iran.

However, as yet, another gesture of
goodwill.

The trial will begin as scheduled,
unless your government is willing to

discuss other options.

Peter, we're going to get you out of
here soon, I promise, buddy.

We didn't order anything.

I believe that you did, Mr. Webb.

May I step up near the window?

As you wish.

The chicken looks good.

Excellent, madam.

Would sir and madam like to have dessert
after dinner?

We have an excellent creme brulee.

That would be nice.

Soviet -type listening devices.

I am Sina Kazari. Webb sent me.

You work fast.

I have to. You are being watched by two
agents.

Yeah, we spotted them.

Can you get this letter to Webb? Yes. We
are using the Australian embassy as a

conduit. Encrypted in that letter,
Keeter has put the coordinates to where

landed the stealth.

What?

Keeter's father died a week after we
graduated from Annapolis, Mac. The

isn't to his dad, it's to us.

And this... is not an ejection chute.
It's a drag chute. She used to slow

the aircraft after it lands.

Martin Baker...

Manufacturer's ejection seats. When Kira
kept saying, no Martin Baker, no Martin

Baker, he was trying to tell me... He
didn't eject.

He landed the stealth and he walked away
from it to conceal it from the

Iranians. So there's an F -117 parked
somewhere. Then we're out of here.

That's Dasht -e Kavir.

Dasht -e Kavir?

Means big desert.

More coffee?

Hey.

My third class year at the academy.

It was all getting to be too much for
me.

I was 19.

I didn't even remember what my father
looked like.

Didn't think I had what it took to
become a naval officer.

That doesn't sound like the Harmon rap I
know.

Just before Christmas leave, during
finals, I went UA.

Before anybody even found out I was
gone, Gator came out, got me, brought me

back.

Well, get him out of this, Harmon.

May I pick up your room service card?

I delivered the letter to the Australian
embassy.

You told them Commander Keeter probably
landed in the desert?

Yes. They're trying to locate the F -117
by satellite.

To destroy it? They may have other
plans.

They would like you and the Major to
come to the embassy for tea at four o

'clock this afternoon.

G'day, mates.

Somehow I knew you'd be here. Mr. Webb
needed an escort.

That'll be the day.

Good work on getting that letter to us.

Keeter was able to encrypt the
coordinates through a special code we

for just this kind of situation.

So how are you going to destroy the
stealth, Webb?

We're not.

We're going to retrieve it.

Or rather, you are.

Oh, no, no, no. I am here to help
Keeter.

The priorities have changed.

Mine have. As a pilot, you've got two
crucial qualifications, access and

ability. Harm's never even flown a
stealth.

Neither had Lieutenant Commander Keeter
until a month ago.

All you've got to do is get it off the
ground. The computer's autopilot will

take care of the rest.

The computer is the reason it's on the
ground in the first place.

The technicians on the Seahawk believe a
heat sink worked loose from the

repeated carrier landings.

That could have overheated an integrated
circuit in the flight stabilization

system.

Replacing the circuit should bring the
system back online.

Yeah, until it overheats again. By that
time, you should be back on board the

Seahawk. Harm, if you go, I can
represent Keeter.

Rad may need your Farsi skills to reach
the plane, Major.

I'll represent him. Too risky.

Once we go after that plane, anyone we
leave behind in Tehran will be

vulnerable. So you're going to sacrifice
Keeter?

He knew it was a dangerous mission.

Was that the going rate of Exchange Web,
a man for a plane?

Do you think you're going to change
anything in the Tehran High Court?

His fate's already been decided. State
will do the best it can to negotiate a

deal after the trial.

You know I'm right.

Progress between our two countries isn't
likely if your government executes an

American pilot for taking pictures.

I agree with you completely, Commander.

But your country seems willing to sit on
its hands while this incident heads

towards a tragic end.

All right.

When did you get here?

A few days ago, buddy. This is our
second visit.

Oh, wow.

You must have really been out of it,
huh?

You remember Major McKenzie?

I wish I did.

How's your arm?

Broken. Tell the commander and the major
if you're freely arrived at decision.

I'm going to plead guilty.

Throw myself in the mercy of the court.

It's a gesture that would be meaningful
to my people, Commander.

Keeter, if they've tortured this
confession, how do you... No torture, no

pressure.

There are times you have to recognize
the truth and move on.

This is one of them.

Well, I wish you would have waited to
speak to us.

I didn't know you were here.

Did you give him my letter to my dad?

Of course.

Did Dad get it?

He did.

And I know I'm doing the right thing.

Commander Rapp flies the stealth app.
This is the route that he'll take?

That's right.

Why not fly to an air base in Turkey or
Saudi Arabia?

Too far. They can't repair the heat
sink, so the new integrated circuit will

overheat. We believe he can reach the
Seahawks before that happens.

And if he can't?

There's always risks, Roberts.

What about Major McKenzie?

Why haven't you thought about that?

We'll get Mack out. And Lieutenant
Commander Keeter?

This conversation is like deja vu.

Like I told Rab, State will do the best
it can for Commander Keeter.

I hope Commander Rab chooses not to do
it.

He'll do it.

Rab knows that national security has to
come before the welfare of any

individual.

Mr. Webb, Commander Rab lives by a
creed. Duty to his country, loyalty to

friends. You're asking him to choose
between the two.

No man should have to do that.

There has to be a better way.

The plan has changed.

Webb has decided to get both the stealth
aircraft and Commander Keeter out of

Iran. So the Tin Man has a heart?

A jeep and supplies, including a
satellite radio and GPS receiver, will

waiting in the desert at a rendezvous
I've used before.

From there, we will follow the
coordinates Webb gave you to the plane.

Webb didn't give me the coordinates. He
hadn't finished decoding it yet.

What does it matter? We'll have Keeter
with us.

That's right.

Here is the circuit board and
instructions on how to insert it.

Well, that's the easy part. How do we
break Keeter out of prison? We don't.

Iranians do.

At noon tomorrow, they will transfer
Commander Keeter from Bakar Prison to

Judicial Ministry building for trial.

We rescue him here, from the garage.

I wore a tie like this to my high school
graduation in 81.

I guess the Iranians are a little behind
the times.

Let's have Diane leave a good -looking
corpse.

Whoever said that first is a freaking
idiot.

I never could follow a water partner.

All right, we got the APU generator,
satellite radio, GPS receiver.

No weapons.

Maybe Webb didn't want us to start an
international incident, huh?

Well, we'll use the ones we got off the
guard.

All right, ladies, let's go. I got a
bird to fly.

See all of this coffee?

Only around women.

You're Iranian.

American citizen, Rachel.

After the Shah was deposed, my father
was killed by Khomeini, and my mother

brought me to the States.

When I joined the agency, Webb found a
way to plant me in Tehran.

Listen, Qazari, you see now, right?

I'm sure this isn't a typical mission,
and, um... Thank you.

When I have a job to do, I see it
through to the end, regardless of the

consequences.

But you are welcome.

Your accent,

it's barely detectable.

I set her down 100 miles from the coast
on a dry lake bed, about here.

We should be there by noon tomorrow.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

I think they fed me camel fodder.

I didn't think that would bother you. I
seen you eat things out of the back of

the wardroom fridge I wouldn't even
touch.

God's no glory.

Yeah, I figured Cuba would have cured
you of that philosophy.

So, Keeter, you think that circuit board
will last until I get to the Seahawk?

It started to cook about 30 minutes into
my flight, but you should be on board

by then.

If you're not, she starts to go. Punch
out.

You didn't punch out. That wide mile's a
dry lake to land on.

You only have 750 feet of deck.

Don't even think of trying without the
stabilization system.

I don't want to be a pallbearer. What
makes you think I even want you at my

funeral?

You know, uh, it would be nice if we
once spit on your own fire.

It was a Navy aircraft, Admiral.

On a CIA operation.

Authorized by the SECNAV. I've just
about had it with you using my people to

clean up your methods.

I use them because they're the best, A
.J.

You don't sacrifice your best on a
suicide mission.

I agree that, if willing, Commander Rabb
could retrieve the aircraft, but not

stay some damn jailbreak.

Time was too short to run it by you. I
felt we could recover both the stealth

and the pilot.

This doesn't sound like you, Webb. What
aren't you telling me?

You know it all.

Except, sir, how Major McKenzie and
Lieutenant Commander Keeter are going to

out.

My man will drive Mack and Keeter across
the Turkish border.

You can't send them across hundreds of
miles of Iran with an army after them.

They'll never get out. I did request
sending in the Marines to extract them,

Sekhnav said it would only inflame the
situation if anything went wrong.

He did.

We'll see about that.

Tyner, give me the second half.

You knew the Admiral wouldn't go for a
ground extraction through Turkey.

You set him up to fight your fight with
the second half.

A good operative never takes the fight
that somebody else is willing to take

him.

How do you sleep at night?

On my right side.

He might have mentioned he lost it with
a better one.

I didn't.

What's going on?

Kazari just assaulted him.

These Bedouins think they own the
desert.

We do.

Sir.

I represent the United States Navy.

We are...

Here to recover our plane.

It is our plane.

We found it. That is Bedouin law.

What good is this aircraft to the
Bedouin?

I did not say you could not buy it back.

But first, I, Faisal Mohammed, leader of
the Bedouin, would like to offer the

hospitality of my tent to all.

But this dog...

Could fill us in a second.

Could he and this man here check the
plane over to see that nothing is

that might affect our trading?

As you wish.

Which one is it?

What is

it?

Camel milk.

It's delicious.

I'm glad you like it. Have another.

Looks like a burnt piece of toast.

Having a new one, will ya?

These Bedouins are thieves.

They could damage the APU trying to
steal something off it. I got this. You

watch the jeep.

This plane is of no value to the
Bedouin. You can't fly it.

Its wings make good shade.

That jeep has a very powerful generator.

We need it only to start the plane. When
we leave, it is yours.

That plane is worth 80 million dollars.

We may be nomadic, but we are not
stupid.

What's your price?

One million American dollars in gold.

That can be arranged.

When I get the gold, you get the plane.

It could take days to get the gold. By
then, the Iranians might find the

aircraft. No gold, no plane.

This is a deal.

What did you say to him?

I offered to stay behind us, collateral.

I am not leaving you here, Mac.

I'll be fine. This is about commerce.
I'm not about sex.

You were found not guilty in your
husband's death.

What does that have to do with this?

Sometimes people take risks they
shouldn't when they want to punish

I'll pay my dues harm at the Article 32
hearing. I'm doing this to complete the

mission.

I'll be fine.

She's our bird.

What'd you give him?

Promise of a million dollars in gold.

Mac is collateral until he gets it.

You'd leave Mac alone with him?

Well, you're going to be with her.

I always did want to spend a few nights
alone in the desert with a beautiful

woman.

She'd be safer alone with Faisal.

Come on, let's get this bird in the air.

Let's nudge.

An Iranian armored unit has been
following us, waiting for my signal to

I had a feeling breaking Kedar out was a
little too easy.

You should have acted on your feeling.

Oh, I did.

This bird isn't in the air in ten
minutes.

Navy's going to take it out with a
Maverick missile.

I hope you don't play poker, Commander.
Look, even if I am bluffing, what does

it hurt to stand a couple hundred yards
away?

Nothing. Good.

Oh, you probably want me to take this
pistol out, right? Don't move. Either of

you. I forgot.

He used to live in the States.

Familiar with the American Western. Yes,
I liked them too.

Except I always thought the good guy
should wear the black hat.

So you can drop your pistol.

But don't kick it.

See? He knows that if I drop the
pistol...

Kicked it toward him.

He'd be distracted long enough for you
to rush him. Yeah, it wouldn't work. I

wouldn't be able to grab him with my
cast on.

I'd have to hit him over the head with
it like this.

You

were

bluffing about the Maverick, weren't
you? Only about the time. We got 20

minutes.

Right.

He deprived me of the pleasure of
shooting him myself.

He was a double agent.

He signaled the Iranian army with this.

He should be here in a few minutes.

Chador, how do I jump for him?

Matt, Keter's going with you.

What, to protect me?

What, if Keter was being held as
collateral, would you send me with him?

You would?

It's safer than trying to make it to the
Turkish border alone.

It'll make you feel any better, Major.

I'll place myself under your protection,
ma 'am.

Strap him under the wing, will you,
Harp?

Our latest satellite tracking shows an
Iranian armed patrol closing in on our

people. Mac doesn't get out of this,
Robert. I know.

What do you mean, you know?

It's his bloody op that went down, mate,
not yours.

I sort of talked him into rescuing
Commander Keeter.

I see.

Well, don't get your knickers in or not,
mate. Mac will be back, I'm sure of it.

How can you be sure?

I promise I'll take a scan.

We'll rendezvous in two days, here, in
Turkey, on the coast. What is this

instrument? A GPS.

Tells you where you are in the world.

A lie in the stars, tell me.

I do not need batteries.

Take care, Marine.

You too, sailor.

The gold will be at the rendezvous point
in 48 hours.

Let's do it, kid.

May Allah be with you.

And my gold.

All right, any last -minute pointers?

Your stabilizing warning light comes on.
Get out.

I mean it, buddy. First flashing red
light, you punch out.

Anytime, Peter.

What's wrong?

Needs to be primed.

Come on.

Take it so long.

Can't put fuel into the engine until
they spool up to 18 % power.

Give me your hat!

Hey! Come on!

That's my bot! Meet him!

Roger, Shadow 2 -4, we have your
transponder.

Seahawk Strike, what's my Charlie time?

We're ready for you now, Shadow.

The computer's going to land him?

Yeah, if the heat sink doesn't fry the
circuit board.

He could try to land manually, couldn't
he? Not in live.

Shadow 2 -4, state your altitude.

Heels 10, Seahawk, about seven minutes
out.

Commander, you're about to be the second
pilot to land this bird on a carrier.

You in position?

I'm lined up and in the cone.

To automatically land, you have to
activate two systems, the ACLS switch

outboard of the throttle and the
autopilot button on the stick.

Shadow 2 -4, I'm coupled up.

Sit back, enjoy the ride.

Seahawk, I got a problem.

The arm trim stabilizes malfunction.

Get out of there, Rav. I'm able to
maintain control with the rudders.

There goes the roll stabilization.

You're running out of time. Get out of
there.

Not while I have air under my wings.

Eject, Rav, eject.

I can make it.

I told you to eject.

Really thought I could make it.

No one could, Commander.

Tell me, if that system had failed when
you were landing two days ago, would you

have stuck with it?

Probably.

You just learned a valuable lesson.

I doubt it.

Ah, cuter. We landed early, sir.

Yeah, you weren't due for 20 minutes.

21 minutes been 15 seconds.

She's been doing that for two days.

What's her secret?

In English, please.

Nah, I had to lose something on the
driveway.