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[seagulls cawing]

[speaking Italian]

[boy speaking Italian]

Papa!

[man speaks Italian]

[whooshing]

[Hawkeye] CAG? HAWKEYE.

NO-FLY VIOLATORS CLOSING ON US WITH POSSIBLE HOSTILE INTENT.

ANGELS 18, VECTOR 080.

08. WE'RE ON OUR WAY.

TWO TARGETS, CAG. 70 MILES.

CLOSED RATE 1,200 KNOTS.

LOOKS LIKE MIG 21s.

-DO YOU HAVE 'EM ON VIDEO? -NEGATIVE.

[CAG] HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY'RE FISHBEDS?

EDUCATED GUESS, CAG. TARGET SIZE IS SMALL,

AND PREVIOUS SERB NO-FLY VIOLATORS HAVE BEEN FISHBEDS.

WE DON'T GUESS IN THIS MAN'S NAVY, LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

NO, SIR! 50 MILES.

-[buzzer buzzing] -PHOENIX ARE FIRE-AND-FORGET.

YOU CAN SHOOT 'EM ANYTIME, CAG.

-DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX? -NO, SIR.

-STAND IT DOWN. -BUT, SIR!

IS YOUR INTERCOM MALFUNCTIONING, LIEUTENANT?

NO, SIR. PHOENIX STANDING DOWN.

[beeping]

-WE'RE BEING PAINTED! -I HAVE EARS.

TWENTY MILES! PICKING THEM UP ON VIDEO.

TWO FISHBEDS OVER THE ATOLLS, SIR.

-[beeping continues] -COMBAT SPREAD.

I'LL TAKE 'EM BOTH. COVER MY SIX.

ROGER THAT.

WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

NINE MILES! THEY'VE LOCKED ON!

[CAG] YOU EVER BEEN IN A KNIFE FIGHT, ARUTTI?

[beeping]

MISSILE INBOUND!

[missile firing]

[beeping]

[CAG] WHERE'S THE OTHER BOGIE?

[Arutti] I... I LOST HIM.

[Mace] BOGIE ON YOUR SIX, CAG.

[rapid beeping]

[beeping locks]

[CAG] HOW WE DOING, LIEUTENANT?

LIEUTENANT, ARE YOU WITH ME?

[panting] TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

TO HELL AND BACK.

GEAR DOWN AND LOCKED. HOOK DOWN.

[Arutti] 135 ON THE GLIDE PATH.

511, TOMCAT AND BALL.

ROGER. BALL.

[tires screeching]

[Ripper] TOMCAT! 112! YOU'RE A MILE AND A QUARTER.

TOW THE BALL!

135 ON GLIDE PATH.

[Mace] TOMCAT, 112. BALL, 3.6.

CONGRATULATIONS, SIR!

-I TAKE IT THE WORD IS OUT. -YOU BET!

[exhaling]

CHIEF, IF I BAGGED A KLINGON,

I BELIEVE YOU'D KNOW WHAT FLAG TO PAINT ON HER.

KLINGONS ARE EASY, SIR.

NOW, A ROMULAN WARSHIP, THAT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM. THEY'RE INVISIBLE.

[jet whooshing]

[people cheering]

-YEAH! -[man] TOMCAT!

CONGRATULATIONS ON BUSTING YOUR CHERRY.

I'M SORRY, MA'AM. IT'S JUST A TERM WE USE WHEN YOU GET YOUR FIRST KILL.

I'M FAMILIAR WITH THE TERM, CHIEF,

AND I SUGGEST YOU COME UP WITH SOMETHING

MORE APPROPRIATE FOR TODAY'S NAVY.

YES, MA'AM.

[Arutti] SIR!

SIR, MAY I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU BEFORE DEBRIEFING?

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I DIDN'T USE THE PHOENIX?

[panting] Y-YES, SIR.

WHAT'S A PHOENIX MISSILE COST, LIEUTENANT?

A MILLION DOLLARS, SIR.

YOU THINK A COUPLE OF CAMEL JOCKEYS

ARE WORTH THAT KIND OF MONEY?

SERBS DON'T RIDE CAMELS, SIR.

WELL, THEY FLY LIKE THEY DO.

SIR, THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY WE TOOK THEM ON ALONE.

I WANTED TO SEE IF YOU HAD THE GUTS FOR A KNIFE FIGHT.

AND YOU DON'T.

THAT'S NOT FAIR, SIR.

WELL, HELL, I DON'T HAVE TO BE FAIR, LIEUTENANT. I'M THE CAG.

[whistle blowing]

[man] BUSTER TO BRAVO.

WORKING PARTY IN THE POST OFFICE.

WAY TO SMOKE 'EM, GIRL!

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL! PUH-POW!

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM, PAINTER. CAG DID.

[exclaiming] DON'T BE GIVIN' THE CHAUFFEUR CREDIT!

WHY NOT? HE DESERVES IT.

[Painter] HEY. HEY, ANGELA. ARE YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M OKAY. WHY WOULDN'T I BE?

YOU CERTAINLY DON'T SEEM LIKE THE PERSON

WHO JUST MADE THE COVER OF TIMEMAGAZINE.

TIME?I THOUGHT IT WAS PLAYBOY.

MACE, YOU'RE SUCH A JERK.

SEE? THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!

YOU KNOW WHAT, PARD?

I THINK THE LADY WET HER PANTIES UP THERE.

ANGELA? NO WAY, MAN.

SHE'S ICE.

YEAH, WELL, ICE MELTS WHEN IT GETS HOT.

[whistle blowing]

[Arutti] 50 MILES. PHOENIX ARE FIRE-AND-FORGET.

YOU CAN SHOOT 'EM ANYTIME, CAG.

[CAG] DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX? STAND IT DOWN.

[Arutti] BUT, SIR!

[CAG] IS YOUR INTERCOM MALFUNCTIONING, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NO, SIR! PHOENIX STANDING DOWN!

-WE'RE BEING PAINTED! -[CAG] I HAVE EARS.

[Arutti] TWENTY MILES! PICKING THEM UP ON VIDEO!

TWO FISHBEDS OVER THE ATOLLS, SIR!

[CAG] COMBAT SPREAD. I'LL TAKE 'EM BOTH. COVER MY SIX.

[Arutti] WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NINE MILES!

[CAG] YOU EVER BEEN IN A KNIFE FIGHT, ARUTTI?

[Arutti] MISSILE INBOUND!

[dance music playing]

[people chattering]

[Painter] YOU'VE GOT IT!

-[crowd cheering] -[man] LET'S GO.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

COME ON, BUDDY! COME ON!

[man 1] COME ON! YOU'VE GOT IT!

[Cassie grunting]

[crowd cheers]

YOUR TURN, RIPPER.

[man 2] COME ON, RIP.

[crowd continues cheering]

[Keeter] COME ON, RIP. COME ON, MAN.

READY?

THAT'S IT, GUY!

COME ON, BUDDY! PRESS 'EM, RIP! LET'S GO!

[crowd cheering]

TRY, MAN. DON'T LET HER BEAT YOU!

DON'T LET HER! COME ON, MAN!

[Keeter] TRY! TRY!

I CAN'T TAKE IT! TAKE IT.

[crowd jeering]

[man] YOU DISAPPOINT ME, PAL!

THAT'S THE THIRD BOTTLE OF JACK YOU OWE ME THIS CRUISE.

[men whooping]

[man] HOW MANY IS THAT, RIP?

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GIVE UP?

NEVER.

CASSIE MAY BE RIPPED, BUT SHE STILL SQUATS,

AND NO SQUATTER'S GONNA OUT-PRESS ME.

WELL, THIS ONE DID.

IT'S GOTTA BE A TRICK.

MAYBE SHE WANTED IT MORE THAN YOU DID, RIP.

SHE'S ON 'ROIDS, KEETER.

-NO WAY! THEY'D SHOW UP IN HER FLIGHT PHYSICAL. -THAT'S RIGHT.

SO YOU'RE SAYING THE FLIGHT SURGEON'S LOOKIN' THE OTHER WAY.

THE NAVY'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE THESE SQUATTERS LOOK GOOD.

THERE ARE LIMITS, RIP.

NO, THERE'S NOT.

HEY. HEY.

I JUST TOOK RIPPER FOR ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JACK.

[laughing] WHY DO YOU DO IT?

YOU KNOW HE'S ONLY GOING TO GET YOU MORE WAVE-OFFS.

[Cassie] THE SCUTTLEBUTT SAYS A TV REPORTER'S COMIN'

ON THE MORNING C.O.D. TO INTERVIEW YOU.

I DON'T WANT TO BE INTERVIEWED.

EVERYBODY IN WHEELING, WEST VIRGINIA'S GONNA SEE YOU ON THE TUBE,

INCLUDING THAT JERK OF AN EX-BOYFRIEND.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM. MY FOLKS WORRY ENOUGH ABOUT ME.

LET THEM INTERVIEW CAG.

THE PRESS DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO THE ANCIENT MARINER.

THEY WANT THE FEMALE WARRIOR WHO SMOKED TWO MIGS.

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM. THE ANCIENT MARINER DID.

DAMN IT, ANGELA!

I CAN'T TAKE CREDIT FOR SOMETHIN' I DIDN'T DO.

YOU DIDN'T SCREW THE POOCH UP THERE, DID YOU?

-NO. -WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

I DON'T...

I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLURB ON THE EVENING NEWS.

UNTIL TODAY, THE ONLY FEMALE AVIATORS THE PRESS WERE TALKING TO

WERE GETTIN' THEIR SIXES GRABBED AT TAILHOOK.

WE NEED BLURBS LIKE YOU.

I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

OH, HELL. THAT'S EASY.

SO WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING A WOMAN IN COMBAT?

IT'S THE SAME AS BEING A MAN IN COMBAT.

WELL, WEREN'T YOU FRIGHTENED?

I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO BE FRIGHTENED, SIR.

DAMN NEAR WET MY PANTS.

-WOULDN'T SAY THAT. -IT'S THE TRUTH.

I WAS SO SCARED UP THERE, CASSIE.

SO?

EVERY TIME I MAKE A NIGHT TRAP,

MY HEART'S IN MY THROAT.

FEAR CAN BE USEFUL. IT SHARPENS THE SENSES.

IT CAN GIVE YOU AN EDGE.

IT GIVES ME DOUBTS.

[Cassie] WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

I GOTTA GET SOME AIR.

JUST AIR?

[typing]

DAMN IT, ANGELA!

[door closing]

[siren blaring]

[man] 320 ON DECK.

COMING UP ON THE STARBOARD SIDE!

[ATC chattering]

[grunting]

[gasps]

[panting]

OH, GOD! I NEED YOU TONIGHT.

[whistle blowing]

[voice on intercom] FUEL SPILL ON DECK. 922 IS CLEAR.

MOVE 184 TO THE 25, TIE DOWN, AND CLEAN IT UP.

MOVE 184 TO THE 25, TIE DOWN, AND CLEAN IT UP.

[Ripper] I'M GONNA GET HER TOMORROW, KEETER.

[Keeter] YOU'RE JUST GONNA LOSE ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JACK.

[scoffing] YOU WANNA BET?

[thunder rumbling]

[Keeter] WHAT?

NOTHIN'.

[siren blaring]

[Arutti grunts]

[panting]

[panting]

NO!

[splashing]

[male announcer on TV] FROM THE NBC STUDIOS IN BURBANK,

THE TONIGHT SHOW WITH JAY LENO!

[crowd cheering]

FEATURING KEVIN EUBANKS ANDTHE TONIGHT SHOW BAND.

AND NOW, JAY LENO!

[music playing]

UH, THIS JUST IN, ONE OF THE NAVY, UH, F-14 TOMCATS SHOT DOWN

A COUPLE OF SERBIAN MIGS OVER BOSNIA THIS AFTERNOON.

LISTEN TO THIS, THE RADAR INTERCEPT OFFICER

IN THE TOMCAT WAS A WOMAN!

BOY, YOU THOUGHT GETTING SHOT DOWN

BY A WOMAN IN A BAR WAS BAD! OH, MY GOD!

[crowd laughing]

YOU WATCHING THIS, TEDDY?

UH, YES, SIR. IF ADMIRAL DRAKE WERE SMART,

HE'D MAKE THIS R.I.O. MORE FAMOUS THAN AMELIA EARHART.

SHE'S MISSING, SIR.

DID ANYBODY TELL FDR?

SIR?

THAT AMELIA EARHART WAS MISSING?

OH! NO, SIR. SHE'S NOT MISSING.

WELL, I GUESS SHE IS MISSING, SIR, BUT THAT'S NOT WHO I'M REFERRING TO.

I MEANT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

WHO'S LIEUTENANT ARUTTI?

THE FEMALE R.I.O. THAT JAY LENO'S

TALKING ABOUT, SIR.

SHE DISAPPEARED AT SEA LAST NIGHT.

THINK WE CAN LAY THIS OFF ON NIS?

NOT AFTER READING THIS, SIR.

IT JUST CAME IN FROM C.I.N.C.-MED.

DAMN!

WHO'S AVAILABLE?

CAPTAIN MORTON

IS OUR SENIOR OFFICER IN NAPLES, SIR.

HE CAN BE ON THE SEAHAWKWITHIN THE HOUR.

YEAH, AND IN A SPITTING CONTEST

WITH THE SHIP'S CAPTAIN TEN MINUTES LATER.

NO, I WANT A JUNIOR OFFICER

SO THAT THE SEAHAWK'S SKIPPER

ISN'T INTIMIDATED BY THE INVESTIGATION.

YOU'RE SURE YOU WANT TO TRUST THIS TO A JUNIOR OFFICER, SIR?

YOU WANT TO TAKE IT, TEDDY?

I THINK MY CURRENT DUTIES WOULD PRECLUDE

AN IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE, SIR.

YOU HAVE THE SURVIVAL INSTINCTS OF A POLITICIAN, TEDDY.

WHERE'S LIEUTENANT RABB?

UH, PROBABLY AT THE FRENCH EMBASSY, SIR.

I-IT'S BASTILLE DAY. MOST OF OUR PEOPLE ATTEND THAT PARTY.

WELL, I WANT HIM ON A JET TO NAPLES IN 30 MINUTES.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

-MAKE THAT 20 MINUTES. -YES, SIR!

-AND, TEDDY? -SIR?

SEND A FEMALE JG WITH HIM.

A FEMALE, SIR?

YES. I WANT A WOMAN ON THE TEAM

IN CASE WE HAVE TO FACE THE PRESS.

-AND, TEDDY? -SIR?

MAKE SURE SHE'S EASY ON THE EYES, HUH?

YES, SIR.

[Leno] ANOTHER THING ABOUT THAT FEMALE AVIATOR,

NOW, THIS HAS GOT TO BE VERY EMBARRASSING

TO BILL CLINTON AND DAN QUAYLE.

NOW, WOMEN THEIR DAUGHTERS' AGE

HAVE MORE COMBAT EXPERIENCE THAN THEY DO.

[crowd laughing]

THERE SHE IS!

[laughing]

MY FIRST TIME ON A CARRIER! YOU, TOO?

[ATC] THE MEN OF THETI OFFER A BIG WELCOME ABOARD

TO THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS ON THIS 4TH OF JULY!

[Harmon Rabb, Sr.] HERE YOU GO, HARM!

YEAH!

SOME DAY, SON,

A STICK AND THROTTLE LIKE THAT'LL TAKE YOU TO THE MOON.

[crew member] WATCH YOUR STEP, MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

OH!

WELCOME TO THE CARRIER, MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

[Roberts] LIEUTENANT RABB?

ENSIGN BUD ROBERTS, PUBLIC AFFAIRS OFFICER.

SKIPPER ASSIGNED ME TO BE YOUR ESCORT ON BOARD THE SEAHAWK,SIR.

-SOMETHING WRONG, ENSIGN? -NO, SIR!

SKIPPER'S REQUESTED THAT YOU REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO THE NAVIGATIONS BRIDGE.

SO IF YOU COULD STICK TO MY SIX...

THAT'S WHAT PILOTS CALL THEIR TAIL, I'LL LEAD THE WAY.

YOU A PILOT, ENSIGN?

NO, MA'AM.

IT'S JUST THAT EVERYBODY USES PILOT JARGON ON A CARRIER.

BOLTER!

[zooming]

[Pike] WHAT HAPPENED?

HE DIDN'T TRAP, TOUCHED DOWN LONG, MISSED ALL FOUR WIRES.

I DIDN'T KNOW LIEUTENANT RABB SERVED ON A CARRIER, MA'AM.

NEITHER DID I.

[ATC] THAT BOLTER'S LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S ROOMMATE, CAG.

ARE YOU SURE SHE SHOULD BE FLYING TODAY?

IF PULLER WAS A MAN,

WOULD YOU GIVE HIM A DAY OFF TO GET IT TOGETHER?

[officer] YES, SIR. ONE MOMENT.

CAG, SKIPPER'S ON THE HORN FOR YOU, SIR.

[people chattering]

SKIPPER?

DAMN, CAG. HE LOOKS LIKE HAMMER.

YEAH. TOO BAD HE COULDN'T FLY LIKE HIM.

OH, I THOUGHT IT WAS A NIGHT VISION PROBLEM.

SO THEY SAY, SKIPPER.

[bell ringing]

EXCUSE ME, SIR. SINCE YOU KNOW YOUR WAY AROUND,

I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE OFFICER'S WARDROOM.

I ALSO HAVE TO BABY-SIT THE PRESS TODAY.

UH, NOT THAT I WAS SAYING THAT I WAS BABY-SITTING YOU, SIR.

-THERE'S A REPORTER ON BOARD? -YES, SIR.

AND A CAMERAMAN. THEY CAME TO INTERVIEW LIEUTENANT ARUTTI

BEFORE WE KNEW SHE WAS MISSING.

SKIPPER ORDERED ME TO SIT ON THEM UNTIL HE DECIDES WHAT TO DO.

-WHEN DID THEY ARRIVE? -ON THE MORNING C.O.D.

EXCUSE ME, SIR, THE SKIPPER WANTS YOU ON THE BRIDGE!

MA'AM?

[exclaiming]

[indistinct chattering on intercom]

HEY, BORINI! BORINI! WAKE UP!

THE GOOD HUMOR MAN IS HERE.

AND HE'S GOT A GOOD HUMOR LADY WITH HIM.

HUH?

EXCUSE ME, SIR. DO YOU HAVE ANY, UH, CHOCOLATE CHIP?

OR ROCKY ROAD.

ENSIGN, YOU THINK YOU COULD, UH, RUSTLE UP SOME ICE CREAM?

SIR. YES, SIR.

DID YOU CHECK OUT THEIR INSIGNIAS, BORINI?

I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THAT HIGH.

THEY'RE JAG OFFICERS.

NOW WHAT WOULD A PAIR OF NAVAL LAWYERS IN DRESS WHITES

BE DOING ON A CARRIER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MED?

WHATEVER IT IS, I'LL TAPE IT.

DON'T I KNOW YOU?

WE MET ABOUT 15 YEARS AGO IN BANGKOK, SIR.

YOU... GOD! HARM, RIGHT?

HARMON RABB, JR. GOLLY!

HIS OLD MAN IS AN M.I.A.

AT 16, HE SNEAKED INTO NORTH VIETNAM TO LOOK FOR HIM.

THAT WAS A VERY GUTSY MOVE.

A VERY FUTILE ONE, SIR.

THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS GUTSY.

[Roberts] WE ONLY HAVE STRAWBERRY, SIR.

ENSIGN, WHY DON'T YOU AND LIEUTENANT PIKE

ESCORT MR. BORINI TO THE FLIGHT DECK?

I'M SURE HE'D LOVE TO SHOOT SOME B-ROLL.

[Roberts] YES, SIR.

I'LL, UH, PICK YOU UP ON THE WAY TO REPORT.

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom] ATTENTION, ATTENTION.

RE-ENLISTMENT CEREMONY FOR H.M.C.CALEB

WILL BE HELD ON THE FANTAIL AT 1600 HOURS.

YOU GREW UP.

IT HAPPENS.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE WEARING WINGS LIKE YOUR OLD MAN.

-WANT SOME OF THIS? -NO, THANKS.

SO THEY HUSTLE YOU OUT HERE FROM NAPLES?

-FROM WASHINGTON. -WITHOUT A CHANCE TO CHANGE UNIFORMS?

THE NAVY MUST HAVE A BIG PROBLEM HERE.

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE WE'RE ABOUT TO NEGOTIATE SOMETHING?

[chuckling]

[sniffing]

WE NEED YOU TO SIT ON A STORY FOR A WHILE.

I KNEW IT! ADMIRAL DRAKE.

HE'S SO HARD UP FOR GOOD PRESS,

HE JUMPED THE GUN, RIGHT?

THAT FEMALE R.I.O. DIDN'T BAG THOSE MIGS, DID SHE?

I DON'T KNOW.

COME ON, HARM.

YOU KNOW, I'M EX-SPECIAL FORCES.

I LIKE THE MILITARY.

I'M NOT GONNA COVER IT LIKE THE NAVY TIMES,

BUT I'LL PUT A FAIR SLANT ON IT.

SHE'S MISSING.

DID HER PLANE GO DOWN?

NO. SHE DISAPPEARED SOMETIME LAST NIGHT.

[exclaiming] I CAN'T. I CAN'T SIT ON THAT.

I'LL GIVE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE.

HEY, I'M THE ONLY REPORTER OUT HERE, PAL.

I ALREADY GOT AN EXCLUSIVE.

ALL YOU HAVE IS THAT SHE'S MISSING.

YOU FLASH THAT TO THE WORLD

AND THE PRESS THAT DOESN'T SHARE

YOUR AFFECTION FOR THE MILITARY

WILL HAVE A FIELD DAY SPECULATING WHY.

I NEED TIME.

TIME TO COVER UP WHAT HAPPENED?

TIME TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED.

[sighing]

WELL, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

YOU GET ME A RIDE

OVER BOSNIA,

AND I WON'T FILE FOR 12 HOURS.

TWENTY-FOUR.

AH! WELL, SEE, NOW, THAT'S GONNA COST YOU

TWO RIDES AND AN EXCLUSIVE.

I THOUGHT YOU HAD AN EXCLUSIVE.

YOU... OH!

[intercom buzzing]

LIEUTENANT RICHARDSON, YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUESTED TO C.I.C.

HEY, BROTHER. YOU WANT SOME ICE CREAM? IT'S GOOD.

[making eating sounds] NO. SORRY.

166 TOMCAT. BALL. 3.1.

ROGER. BALL!

LET'S SEE IF SHE TRAPS THIS TIME.

[jets zooming]

LIEUTENANTS RABB AND PIKE REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR.

EVIDENTLY, LIEUTENANT RABB,

YOU BELIEVE EATING ICE CREAM HAS PRIORITY

OVER REPORTING TO THE COMMANDING OFFICER.

NO, SIR!

THEN YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOUR ACTIONS, MISTER.

I WAS ON MY WAY TO REPORT WHEN I LEARNED A NEWS CREW WAS ON BOARD

AND BEING HELD INCOMMUNICADO.

BY MY ORDERS.

UNTIL I KNOW WHY LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S MISSING,

NO DAMN REPORTER'S GOING TO SPECULATE ABOUT IT ON T.V.

I CONCUR, SIR. THAT'S WHY I WAS HAVING ICE CREAM WITH MR. DePALMA.

HE'S AGREED TO SIT ON THE STORY FOR 24 HOURS.

IT MUST HAVE BEEN GREAT ICE CREAM.

IT WAS, SIR.

BUT HE WOULDN'T AGREE TO ANYTHING

UNTIL I PROMISED HIM A PAIR OF RIDES OVER BOSNIA.

[Skipper] ON MY SIX, MISTER.

IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US, GENTLEMEN.

-AYE, AYE, SIR. - AYE, AYE, SIR.

NOW, YOU PROMISED WHAT?

SIR, IF MR. DePALMA DOESN'T CONTACT HIS BUREAU DESK SOON,

THEY'LL WANT TO KNOW WHY. WE CAN'T DENY HE'S ON BOARD, SIR.

I CAN DENY ANY DAMN THING I WANT.

-YES, SIR! -DAMN CAPTAIN'S PRIVILEGE.

YES, SIR.

AT EASE.

CAG?

MY BOYS AREN'T HERE TO FLY TOURISTS, SKIPPER.

WELL, I GUESS YOU MADE A PROMISE YOU CAN'T KEEP, LIEUTENANT.

IT'S IN THE NAVY'S INTEREST TO KEEP IT, SIR.

THAT MAY BE, BUT I'M NOT GOING TO OVERRULE THE CAG,

ESPECIALLY WHEN I AGREE WITH HIM.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, SIR,

I'M IN CHARGE OF A POSSIBLE MURDER INVESTIGATION,

WHICH GIVES ME THE LATITUDE TO AUTHORIZE THOSE RIDES.

THOSE ARE MY MEN AND MY MACHINES, LIEUTENANT,

AND NO DAMN JAG LAWYER'S GONNA TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH THEM.

-UNDERSTOOD? -YES, SIR. AND I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE.

[Skipper] THAT'S ENOUGH.

WE'LL DISCUSS THE PARAMETERS

OF YOUR AUTHORITY IN A MINUTE.

YOU MENTIONED A MURDER INVESTIGATION.

YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DON'T, LIEUTENANT?

C.I.N.C.-MED IN NAPLES RECEIVED AN ENCRYPTED MESSAGE

FROM THE SEAHAWK AT 0500 THIS MORNING.

IT CONTAINED JUST THREE WORDS.

"SHE WAS MURDERED."

[Skipper] YOU HAVE WHOEVER SENT THAT MESSAGE TO C.I.N.C.-MED

ON MY QUARTERDECK BY SUNSET, MR. LUBIN,

OR YOU'LL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR TOUR

SENDING SEMAPHORE TO ESKIMOS.

THAT MESSAGE COULD HAVE BEEN SENT FROM CRYPTO, A S.T.U.-3,

OR ONE OF THE AIRCRAFT. IT WON'T BE TRACEABLE, SIR.

"WON'T" ISN'T IN MY LANGUAGE, LIEUTENANT.

IF LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS MURDERED,

I'LL CATAPULT WHOEVER DID IT OFF THE DECK AT HIGH NOON

IN FRONT OF THE SHIP'S COMPANY.

YES, SIR.

YOUR INVESTIGATION WILL BE GIVEN FULL COOPERATION,

BUT LET ME WARN THE TWO OF YOU.

THIS IS A SHIP OF WAR, ENGAGED IN AN ACTION

THAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY GROW IN INTENSITY.

I WILL NOT HAVE YOU INTERFERE WITH THE ABILITY

OF THIS SHIP AND ITS CREW TO CARRY OUT THAT MISSION.

UNDERSTOOD, SIR.

DISMISSED.

AYE, AYE, SIR!

[Skipper] LIEUTENANT RABB?

YES, SIR.

HOW'S YOUR MOTHER?

SHE'S FINE, SIR.

SHE OPENED AN ART GALLERY IN LA JOLLA A FEW YEARS AGO.

SHE STILL MARRIED TO THE USED CAR SALESMAN?

YES, SIR.

YOU GIVE HER MY REGARDS THE NEXT TIME YOU SPEAK TO HER.

I'LL DO THAT, SKIPPER. THANK YOU.

[ATC chattering]

[machines beeping]

I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT YOUR STEPFATHER WAS A SENIOR V.P. AT CHRYSLER.

HE IS.

[Skipper] STILL THINK LIEUTENANT ARUTTI COMMITTED SUICIDE?

YES, SIR.

EITHER WAY, WASHINGTON'S GOING TO BE ON MY SIX.

WELL, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, SKIPPER.

AND MAYBE THIS WILL FORCE WASHINGTON TO REALIZE

THAT A BATTLE CARRIER'S NO PLACE FOR WOMEN.

CAG, FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR CAREER,

KEEP THOSE OPINIONS TO YOURSELF.

[people chattering on radio]

[door closing]

[Harm] WE DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE TO GRAB A TOOTHBRUSH.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD SCARE US UP A CHANGE OF UNIFORM?

[Roberts] I'LL BE ABLE TO FIND SOMETHING FOR YOU, SIR.

I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT LIEUTENANT PIKE.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS ABOUT YOUR SIZE, MA'AM.

YOU'RE NOT SUGGESTING I WEAR A DEAD OFFICER'S UNIFORM?

NO. NO, NO, NO. OF COURSE NOT.

BUT HERS ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT WOULD FIT, MA'AM.

-LOOK ELSEWHERE. -YES, MA'AM.

WHERE'S FEMALE OFFICER COUNTRY?

03 LEVEL, AFTER THE WARDROOM.

[men chattering]

SO LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS AMPLY ENDOWED?

YES, SIR. VERY.

-SHE TURNED A FEW HEADS, THEN, DID SHE? -WELL, THEY ALL DO, SIR.

SHE TURN ANYONE'S HEAD IN PARTICULAR?

OH, NAVY REGS DO NOT PERMIT FRATERNIZATION, MA'AM.

MEN AND WOMEN AT SEA TOGETHER FOR SIX MONTHS,

AND THE REGS DON'T GET BENT A LITTLE?

WELL, NOT THAT I'M AWARE OF, SIR. EXCUSE ME.

MALE PERSONNEL ON DECK!

YOU HAVE TO LOUDLY ANNOUNCE YOURSELF

AND THEN WAIT 30 SECONDS BEFORE ENTERING.

[sniffing]

DOES THAT INCLUDE ME?

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom chattering]

ALPHA... B-21 ALPHA.

LIEUTENANT PULLER'S FLYING, BUT I LIKE TO KNOCK ANYWAY.

I GUESS THEY BUNK THE R.I.O.'s TOGETHER.

NO, NO, NO. LIEUTENANT PULLER'S A PILOT.

SHE FLIES TOMCATS.

-COMPUTER. -[Pike] YEP.

ENSIGN, WHY DON'T YOU GO SEE ABOUT THOSE UNIFORMS?

UH, YES, SIR. SIR, YOU KNOW, I COULD--

[typing]

-[computer beeping] -ANYTHING?

WINDOWS 95.

MOST OF THE MORE SOPHISTICATED BELLS AND WHISTLES.

HERE WE GO.

THERE'S 2 PERSONAL CODES.

SHE MUST SHARE THE COMPUTER WITH HER ROOMMATE.

I WONDER WHICH ONE OF THESE IS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S?

MOM, DAD, AND LITTLE SISTER.

-HOW DO YOU KNOW? -I JUST DO.

[computer beeping]

CAN YOU GET IN?

OF COURSE. CAN YOU?

[Pike continues typing]

[computer beeping]

-SHE SLEEPS ON THE BOTTOM. -TOP.

WANNA BET ON WHO GETS IN FIRST?

BUT YOU'VE GOT A HEAD START.

WHAT A MAN!

THANK YOU, BUT YOU STILL HAVE A HEAD START.

[laughing] YOU WANNA BET OR WHINE?

BET.

I'M IN!

[sighing]

[door opening]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

IT'S A JAG INVESTIGATION INTO YOUR SHIPMATE'S DISAPPEARANCE.

I'M LIEUTENANT RABB. THIS IS LIEUTENANT PIKE.

THAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BREAK INTO MY LOCKBOX?

SORRY, LIEUTENANT. I THOUGHT IT WAS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

FLIP A COIN OR DID YOU GO "EENIE MEENIE MINEY MOE"?

-IS THAT MY PROGRAM? -NO. IT'S LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S.

-HOW'D YOU GET HER PASSWORD? -I DIDN'T.

[Puller] I JUST CAME OFF A LONG MISSION.

I NEED TO GO WORK OUT.

I'LL WAIT OUTSIDE.

WHY? NEVER SEEN A NAKED SAILOR BEFORE?

[jets zooming]

BIRTH CONTROL PILLS.

THEY REGULATED HER PERIOD.

THAT'S WHAT ANGELA SAID THEY WERE FOR,

AND I BELIEVED HER.

TAPE RECORDER.

YEAH. SHE TAPED HER MISSION

AND SHE STUDIED IT LATER.

SHE WAS VERY DEDICATED.

[clicking]

THERE'S NOTHIN' ON THIS.

WELL, I GUESS SHE, UH, ERASED IT WHEN SHE WAS DONE.

LOOK, I GOT A CAP TO FLY AT 0400.

WHEN I GET BACK, I WANT YOU TWO GONE.

I GOTTA GET SOME RACK TIME.

I'M GONNA NEED TO INTERVIEW YOU AT SOME POINT.

ANGELA WAS A GOOD R.I.O. A GOOD SHIPMATE. THAT'S ALL I KNOW.

WELL, YOU KNOW SHE TAPED HER MISSIONS.

YOU KNOW SHE TOOK BIRTH CONTROL PILLS TO REGULATE HER PERIOD.

I'M SURE THERE'S A FEW OTHER THINGS YOU KNOW, TOO.

STAY OUT OF MY LOCKBOX. STAY OUT OF MY PROGRAM.

[Pike exhaling]

[sighing] DID YOU SEE THE MUSCLES ON HER?

I WASN'T LOOKING AT HER MUSCLES.

ANYTHING?

HMM.

EDUCATIONAL AND FLIGHT PROGRAMS,

A FEW GAMES, AND...

ONE LETTER TO MOM, DAD, AND LITTLE SISTER.

[Harm] YOU DON'T SEE ANYTHING ODD?

NO.

THAT'S THE FIRST LETTER HOME

FROM A SAILOR ON A SIX-MONTH CRUISE

THAT DOESN'T MENTION BEING LONELY.

WELL, WOMEN DON'T GET AS LONELY AS MEN.

GEE, I WONDER WHY.

NOT ALL WOMEN IN THE NAVY FEEL THE WAY YOU DO ABOUT HAVING A LOVER.

THANK GOD!

OKAY. IT'S POSSIBLE LIEUTENANT ARUTTI HAD A LOVER.

-[music playing] -OR TWO.

-NOW SHE'S A SLUT? -NO!

BUT WITH 5,000 MEN AND ONLY A HANDFUL OF WOMEN ON THIS SHIP,

A LOVE TRIANGLE WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME.

A LOVE QUADRANGLE WOULDN'T SURPRISE YOU.

WHY ARE YOU SO ADVERSARIAL, KATE?

WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE SAME TEAM.

[clearing throat] SORRY.

I'VE JUST WORKED MORE CASES AGAINST YOU THAN WITH YOU.

BELIEVE ME, IT'S MORE FUN TO BE ON THE WINNING SIDE.

WE'RE ON THE SAME CASE!

SIR? MA'AM? I'VE ARRANGED QUARTERS FOR YOU.

GREAT. WHAT ABOUT UNIFORMS?

I'M STILL WORKING ON THAT. BUT I CAN TAKE YOUR COVERS AND PURSE.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN. THANK YOU.

I'LL PUT THESE IN YOUR QUARTERS.

[people chattering]

OH, GOD.

YOU HERE FOR A COCKTAIL PARTY, HARM?

LIEUTENANT PIKE, LIEUTENANT MACE.

MY R.I.O., PAINTER.

SO, YOU'RE A JAG LAWYER NOW.

THAT'S RIGHT.

HERE TO INVESTIGATE LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S DISAPPEARANCE?

RIGHT AGAIN.

THAT'S ONE WAY TO, UH, SERVE ON A CARRIER.

YOU TWO A TEAM?

NOT USUALLY.

BUT C.I.N.C.-MED NEEDED A COUPLE OF JAG OFFICERS OUT HERE FAST.

THEY STUCK US TOGETHER.

IS IT A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN?

WE'RE WORKING ON IT.

ANY IDEA WHO MURDERED ANGELA?

WHO SAID SHE WAS MURDERED?

SCUTTLEBUTT.

SHE COULDN'T HAVE FALLEN OVERBOARD

OR COMMITTED SUICIDE?

ANGELA WOULDN'T DO THAT.

FALL OVERBOARD OR COMMIT SUICIDE?

SHE WASN'T ACCIDENT-PRONE, ALL RIGHT?

AND SHE WASN'T DEPRESSED.

IF SHE WENT OVER THE SIDE, SHE WAS PUSHED.

WE HAVE A BRIEFING.

[Mace groaning]

WAS HE IN LOVE WITH HER?

WELL, SHE AND PAINTER WERE PRETTY TIGHT IN R.I.O. SCHOOL,

BUT SHE'S BEEN AN ICE QUEEN TO EVERYONE ON THIS CRUISE.

EVEN ME.

[sighing]

I TAKE IT THAT'S UNUSUAL.

VERY.

ANY IDEA WHO STARTED THIS MURDER, SCUTTLEBUTT?

DON'T ASK ME, HARM. YOU'RE THE JAG INVESTIGATOR.

HELL, I'M JUST A GUY WITH GOLD WINGS AND AN F-14 TO PLAY WITH.

LISTEN, UH,

WHY DON'T YOU, UH, COME UP TO THE FLIGHT DECK IN ABOUT AN HOUR

AND I'LL SHOW YOU HOW NIGHT TRAPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DONE?

[Pike] MMM, HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU!

WE'RE NOT HERE TO BE LIKED, KATE.

OH, HE LIKES ME.

IT'S YOU HE'S GOT A PROBLEM WITH.

WHERE DO YOU KNOW HIM FROM?

WE SERVED TOGETHER A WHILE BACK.

HARM, WERE YOU A PILOT?

I THINK LIEUTENANT PAINTER SENT THAT MESSAGE TO C.I.N.C.-MED.

YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION.

THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, KATE.

[Zapper] OKAY, HARM. IT'S PIZZA NIGHT AND MY STOMACH'S GROWLING.

WHAT SAY WE TRAP THIS TIME?

[Harm] I KIND OF LIKE GOING AROUND IN THE MOONLIGHT.

WHAT MOONLIGHT?

IT'S BLACKER THAN THE INSIDE OF A COAL MINER'S NOSE OUT HERE.

[ATC] TOMCAT 173.

YOU'RE AT A MILE AND A QUARTER. CALL THE BALL.

[Harm] 173, TOMCAT, CLARA, 3.8.

BEND LEFT, HARM.

173, TOMCAT, BALL!

3.7.

[ATC] ROGER. BALL.

UNLOAD THE GLIDE PATH, HARM.

-I'M ON THE GLIDE PATH. -[ATC] YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW.

YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW! POWER! POWER! POWER!

[clarinet playing]

[birds chirping]

WHAT IS IT, TEDDY?

YOU'RE WANTED AT THE WHITE HOUSE, SIR.

THE WHITE HOUSE? THEY SAY WHY?

NO, SIR.

BUT A FLASH JUST CAME THROUGH THAT THE SERBS

DOWNED ONE OF OUR C-130s OVER SARAJEVO.

WELL, WHAT'S THE PRESIDENT WANT ME TO DO? SUE 'EM?

AH, IT'S THAT SEAHAWKINCIDENT.

IF THAT MISSING R.I.O. WAS A MALE,

IT WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN BEYOND HIS GROUP COMMANDER.

BUT YOU LOSE A WOMAN AT SEA, AND THEY CALL ME TO THE WHITE HOUSE.

ANYTHING NEW FROM LIEUTENANT RABB?

UH, NOT MUCH, SIR. HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW

WHETHER IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, MURDER, OR SUICIDE.

-I DON'T WANT TO HEAR SUICIDE OR MURDER. -NO, SIR.

UNLESS HE HAS INSURMOUNTABLE PROOF TO THE CONTRARY,

I WANT A FINDING OF ACCIDENTAL DEATH.

LIEUTENANT RABB UNDERSTANDS THAT, DOESN'T HE?

YES, SIR. I... I MADE IT QUITE CLEAR.

-DID THE REPORTER BREAK THE STORY? -UH, NOT YET, SIR.

I WONDER WHAT THAT COST US.

I DON'T KNOW, SIR. BUT IF YOU WISH,

I COULD CONTACT THE LIEUTENANT AND ASK HIM WHAT HE--

NO, NO, NO. WHAT I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T HAVE TO TESTIFY TO ON THE HILL.

YOU THINK THERE'LL BE A SENATE INVESTIGATION, SIR?

WELL, IF THE FINDING IS SUICIDE,

THE FEMINISTS ARE GONNA WANT A HEARING.

AND IF IT'S MURDER, THE ANTI-FEMINISTS ARE GONNA WANT ONE.

SO, UNLESS LIEUTENANT ARUTTI FELL OVERBOARD ACCIDENTALLY,

ONE OF THOSE IS GONNA WANNA ATTACK THE CREDIBILITY OF OUR INVESTIGATION.

DON'T WORRY, TEDDY.

JUNIOR OFFICERS GET THROWN TO THE SHARKS FIRST.

AND LIEUTENANT RABB IS THE ONE WHO'S SAILING INTO HARM'S WAY.

YES, SIR.

HARM'S WAY?

LIEUTENANT RABB'S FIRST NAME IS HARM.

[chuckling] OH! OH, YES, SIR.

YOU NEED A SENSE OF HUMOR, TEDDY.

OTHERWISE PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK YOU'RE A LAWYER.

I AM A LAWYER, SIR.

[Bannon] IT WAS IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SAFETY NET,

BETWEEN THE TOWER AND THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR, SIR.

[Harm] WOULDN'T YOU HAVE TO HANG OVER THE DECK

TO SEE INTO THE BOTTOM OF THAT NET, CHIEF?

YES, SIR.

YOU SEE, I WAS CHECKING THE TIE-DOWNS ON MY BIRD

BEFORE HITTING THE RACK, AND, UH,

WHEN I WAS DONE, I LAID ON THE EDGE OF THE DECK TO WATCH THE BOW WAVE.

THAT'S HOW I SPOTTED THE CAP IN THE BOTTOM OF THE NET.

THANK YOU, CHIEF. THAT'LL BE ALL.

SIR, I JUST WANT TO ADD THAT, UH...

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS A REAL NICE GIRL, SKIPPER.

AND I'M GONNA MISS HER.

[door slamming]

[sighing]

HE'S USED TO LOSING MEN IN ACTION,

NOT A WOMAN TO SUICIDE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS SUICIDE, SIR?

YOU DON'T STROLL OFF A FLIGHT DECK, LIEUTENANT. EVEN AT NIGHT.

TOO MANY SAFETY NETS. YOU HAVE TO JUMP.

OR BE THROWN OFF.

NO MEMBER OF THIS CREW THREW A WOMAN OVERBOARD, LIEUTENANT.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT TO YOUR OPINION, SIR,

THERE ARE OVER 5,000 MEN ON BOARD.

SHE COMMITTED SUICIDE.

WAS SHE DEPRESSED, SIR?

I'M NOT A DAMN SHRINK, LIEUTENANT.

SHE WAS YOUR R.I.O. AND AN OFFICER UNDER YOUR COMMAND, SIR.

SURELY YOU MUST HAVE AN OPINION AS TO HER MENTAL STATE.

WHATEVER THAT IS, LIEUTENANT, I DO NOT INTEND TO DISCUSS IT ON AN OPEN BRIDGE.

WELL, THEN, WHERE AND WHEN, SIR?

AT MY DAMN CONVENIENCE AND WHEREVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

SIR, WE HAVE TO RECOMMEND

TO A BOARD OF INQUIRY WHAT WE FEEL--

LIEUTENANT PIKE, THE CAG HAS SAID

HE WILL BE INTERVIEWED AT HIS CONVENIENCE.

YES, SIR.

BY YOUR LEAVE, SIR.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[Pike] WE HAVE TO TALK. -[Harm] WE DO?

-YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT WE DO. -"SIR."

"DAMN RIGHT WE DO, SIR."

[Roberts] I FOUND SOME UNIFORMS,

BUT I CAN'T VOUCH FOR THE FIT, MA'AM.

[Pike] THEY'RE NOT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S?

NO. LIEUTENANT PULLER GAVE YOU ONE OF HERS.

-SHE DID? -MMM-HMM. SURPRISED ME, TOO.

SHE SAYS HER UNIFORM WILL FIT.

I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE OF HOW TALL YOU ARE

AND HOW BIG HER CHEST...

UH, UH, IF YOU JUST STICK TO MY SIX, I'LL LEAD YOU TO YOUR QUARTERS.

[Pike] NOT A WORD!

[intercom buzzing]

[man on intercom chattering]

AH! SO, YOU FOUND HER CAP?

HOW'D YOU KNOW?

I'M A REPORTER, REMEMBER? THAT'S MY JOB.

YEAH. THEY FOUND IT IN A NET...

YEAH, I KNOW. NEAR THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR.

SO, IT LOOKS LIKE SUICIDE, THEN.

-NO. -NO?

NO.

THAT'S A VERY EMPHATIC NEGATIVE, LIEUTENANT PIKE.

DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW?

-I DON'T BELIEVE IT WAS SUICIDE. -OH!

WELL, AND YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO BASE THAT ON?

I MEAN, OTHER THAN GENDER IDENTIFICATION?

[exclaiming] OH! I'M BEING TARGETED.

SO, UH, I FLY IN THE MORNING, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

BECAUSE IF I DON'T, MY STORY WILL.

-SIR? -ENSIGN.

I ALSO PICKED UP A SHAVING KIT FOR YOU AT THE SHIP'S STORE, SIR.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN.

AS FAR AS YOUR PERSONAL TOILETRIES, MA'AM,

I WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT YOU WANTED,

SO IF YOU'D MAKE ME A LIST, I'D BE HAPPY TO, UH...

THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY. [clearing throat] NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US.

UH, MA'AM, YOU'RE IN FEMALE BERTHING.

I REMEMBER THE WAY.

MA'AM, IT'S A VERY BIG, BIG SHIP.

I'M A BIG, BIG GIRL.

I AM 27 YEARS OLD, A HARVARD LAW SCHOOL GRADUATE,

AND A LIEUTENANT IN THE SAME NAVY AS YOU!

DON'T TREAT ME AS ANYTHING LESS!

THE CAG WAS ABOUT TO SEND A SIDEWINDER UP YOUR SIX.

I CAN DEFEND MYSELF.

TICKING HIM OFF IS NOT GONNA HELP OUR INVESTIGATION.

OH, IS THAT STRICTLY YOUR PREROGATIVE?

I KNOW THE GUY, KATE.

I KNOW WHEN TO PUSH AND WHEN TO WALK AWAY.

THIS WAS A TIME TO WALK AWAY.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THE CAG?

HE WAS MY DAD'S WINGMAN THE DAY HE WENT DOWN.

YOU KNOW, KATE, MAYBE DePALMA'S RIGHT.

YOUR GENDER IS BLINDING YOUR OBJECTIVITY.

AT THIS POINT IN THE INVESTIGATION,

THE CAG'S SUICIDE THEORY IS AS PLAUSIBLE AS MURDER.

YOU'D REALIZE THAT IF LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WASN'T FEMALE.

AND IF SHE WAS MALE, WOULD THE CAG BE TALKING SUICIDE?

HE KNOWS DAMN WELL THAT IF THE FIRST FEMALE IN COMBAT COMMITS SUICIDE,

THE NAVY WILL RE-EVALUATE THE ENTIRE PROGRAM.

OKAY, YOU'RE BOTH PURSUING THEORIES BASED ON GENDER BIAS.

AND YOU'RE NOT?

NO.

I LIKE THE IDEA OF GOING TO SEA WITH WOMEN.

THOSE WINGS LOOK GOOD ON YOU.

WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT GOLD WINGS AND DRESS WHITES.

THEY'LL GET YOU IN BED ANYWHERE.

[laughing]

EXCEPT HERE.

I HEARD THEY DRAGGED YOU OVER HERE.

-YOU DIDN'T SEND FOR ME, ADMIRAL? -NOT ME.

I'M HERE TO SELL THE PRESIDENT ON THE IDEA OF AN ALPHA STRIKE

AS PAYBACK FOR THAT C-130 THE SERBS KNOCKED DOWN.

AN ALPHA STRIKE? WHO WAS ON THAT BIRD?

[sighing] A M.A.S.H. UNIT ON A HUMANITARIAN MISSION.

WE LOST 50 MEDICAL PEOPLE.

OH, MY GOD!

THE U.N.'S AUTHORIZED US

TO HIT THEIR SAM MISSILE SITES.

NOW, WAYNE'S TRYING TO WEASEL A SPECIAL FORCES RAID

AND FREAKY'S OVER THERE BEGGING FOR AN AIR FORCE STRIKE.

BUT THE SECRETARY LIKES MY IDEA

OF AN ALL-NAVY OPERATION FROM THE SEA.

GREAT PRESS FOR THE NAVY, ADMIRAL.

YEAH.

IF THAT MISSING FEMALE OFFICER ABOARD THE SEAHAWKDOESN'T RUIN IT.

MY PEOPLE ARE ON THAT, SIR.

YOU KNOW, ADMIRAL, THERE'S A NEWS CREW ON THE SEAHAWK

THAT MY INVESTIGATING OFFICER IS SITTING ON.

NOW, IF YOU SHOULD GET THE GO ON ALPHA STRIKE,

YOU MIGHT CONSIDER LETTING THEM COVER IT FOR YOU.

I MEAN, IT COULD... IT COULD DILUTE ANY... ANY NEGATIVES

THAT THIS MISSING FEMALE OFFICER CREATED.

GENTLEMEN, THE PRESIDENT WILL SEE YOU IN THE WAR ROOM.

GOOD IDEA, AL. DO IT!

-GOOD LUCK, SIR. -YOU TOO, AL.

WHO THE HELL SENT FOR US?

-ADMIRAL BROVO? -YES, MA'AM.

THIS WAY, SIR. THE FIRST LADY

IS ANXIOUS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SEAHAWKINVESTIGATION.

[Cassie] 166. TOMCAT. BALL. 4.8.

[Ripper] ROGER. BALL.

166. YOU'RE BELOW GLIDE PATH.

BELOW GLIDE PATH.

166, DO YOU STILL HAVE THE BALL?

166. ROGER. BALL.

[Buster] YOU JUST HAD TO OUT-PRESS HIM, DIDN'T YOU?

HE CAN'T WAVE US OFF FOREVER.

THAT'S TRUE. WE'LL BE OUT OF FUEL SOON.

CONSIDERING THE CONDITIONS, SHE'S DOING PRETTY WELL.

THIS BITCH COULDN'T FLY A WEATHER BALLOON.

166, GO AROUND! GO AROUND!

NOT THIS TIME, RIPPER.

[Ripper] THE DECK WAS RISING AND HER APPROACH WAS LOW.

I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO WAVE HER OFF, SIR.

-[men on radio chattering] -KEETER?

SHE WAS A LITTLE LOW, SIR.

I MADE THE TRAP, SIR.

YOU CAUGHT THE NUMBER ONE WIRE,

WHICH MEANS YOUR TAIL CLEARED THE RAMP BY THREE FEET.

SIR, I WAS BINGO FUEL. I KNEW I COULD MAKE IT.

WELL, HELL, LIEUTENANT, WHY HAVE L.S.O.'s AT ALL?

WE MAY AS WELL SAVE THE NAVY THE MONEY.

PUT THESE MEN BACK IN THE COCKPIT WHERE THEY'D RATHER BE ANYWAY.

LIEUTENANT, YOU HAVE THE WORST TRAP RECORD ON THIS SHIP.

I'M NOT SURE YOU COULD LAND A TOMCAT AT DULLES WITHOUT A WAVE-OFF.

YES, SIR!

IF YOU EVER IGNORE AN L.S.O. AGAIN,

YOUR NEXT FLIGHT WILL BE A ONE-WAY TRIP

ON THE C.O.D. TO NAPLES.

-YES, SIR. -DISMISSED.

RIPPER?

[door opening]

[door closing]

YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE PILOTS, DO YOU, SON?

NO, SIR. I DO NOT.

NEITHER DO I.

DON'T BELIEVE THEY HAVE THE STOMACH FOR BATTLE.

YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, CAG.

BUT IF ONE OF MY L.S.O.'s EVER INTENTIONALLY WAVED A PILOT OFF

BECAUSE SHE WAS A FEMALE, I'D KEELHAUL HIM.

DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER, MISTER?

YES, SIR.

DISMISSED.

SIR, I'D LIKE TO ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

-WHERE'D YOU GET THE FLIGHT SUIT? -ENSIGN ROBERTS.

I'D LIKE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

I HAVE A MISSION TO FLY.

[Harm] CAG.

HOW DID LIEUTENANT ARUTTI PERFORM ON THAT LAST MISSION?

-IT'S ALL IN THE DEBRIEF. -I'VE READ IT. IT DESCRIBES THE ACTION.

DOESN'T TELL ME MUCH ABOUT HER PERFORMANCE.

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BEYOND MY REPORT.

FIRST TIME IN COMBAT CAN BE CONFUSING.

NOW HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT, LIEUTENANT?

MY FATHER TOLD ME.

YOU WERE FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN HAMMER WENT DOWN.

HE SENT MY MOM 18 LETTER TAPES HOME FROM NAM.

I'VE LISTENED TO THEM 100 TIMES.

[man] YOUR EARLY REPORTS, CAG.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI MADE TAPES, TOO.

IS THAT HOW YOU GET YOUR KICKS, LIEUTENANT?

LISTENING TO HER PRIVATE TAPES?

THEY WEREN'T LETTERS HOME, SIR. SHE TAPED HER MISSIONS.

YOU HAVE A TAPE OF OUR MISSION?

NO, SIR. SHE ERASED IT.

WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD. IT COULD HAVE SAVED ME THIS INQUISITION.

-ATTENTION ON DECK! -CARRY ON, MEN.

YOU SURE YOU'RE UP TO THIS, MR. DePALMA?

NO PROBLEM, CAPTAIN.

THE AIR FORCE GAVE ME A RIDE IN AN F-16. I DID JUST FINE.

LIEUTENANT MACE, WHEN MR. DePALMA'S READY,

YOU TAKE HIM TOPSIDE AND FAMILIARIZE HIM

WITH THE COCKPIT AND EJECTION PROCEDURES.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

[CAG] MR. DePALMA, WE WILL BE FLYING A TOMCAT

THAT HAS BEEN MODIFIED FOR RECON AND TRAINING MISSIONS.

THERE'S A COMPLETE SET OF CONTROLS IN YOUR COCKPIT,

BUT IF YOU TOUCH ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR PERSONAL JOYSTICK,

I'LL EJECT YOU OVER THE ADRIATIC AND FORGET WHERE I DID IT.

YES, SIR.

YOU WANT A RIDE, HARM?

YOU DON'T SEEM TOO POPULAR, LIEUTENANT.

YOUR DEBRIEF SAYS YOU TOOK ONE MIG WITH A SIDEWINDER

AND THE OTHER WITH 20 MIKE-MIKE.

THAT'S RIGHT.

YOU HAD PHOENIX MISSILES.

RIGHT AGAIN.

WHY RISK A $35 MILLION BIRD

IN A KNIFE FIGHT IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO?

I DIDN'T VIEW IT AS A RISK.

ARE WE THROUGH, LIEUTENANT?

NO, SIR. JUST ONE LAST QUESTION.

WERE YOU TESTING HER GUTS OR YOURS?

BECAUSE OF YOUR OLD MAN, I DIDN'T HEAR THAT.

BUT IF YOU WOULD CARE TO REPEAT IT...

[sighing]

[man on intercom] LIEUTENANT RABB. LIEUTENANT RABB.

YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUESTED IN CRYPTO ON THE 02 LEVEL.

LIEUTENANT RABB TO CRYPTO.

WHAT'S UP?

-PROOF. -PROOF OF WHAT?

LIEUTENANT RABB, LIEUTENANT LUBIN.

SO YOU'RE RABB.

[chuckling]

ZANE AND I GRADUATED FROM THE ACADEMY TOGETHER.

YEAH. I NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE IT THROUGH WITHOUT HER.

[man on intercom] C.P.O. WILLIAMS, PROCEED TO THE MESS HALL.

I HELPED HIM GET THROUGH CALCULUS.

[crew chattering]

SURE HOPE I DON'T GET MY SIX KEELHAULED FOR THIS.

SURE YOU KNOW HOW TO WORK THIS THING?

THANKS, ZANE.

I'LL COLLECT LATER.

COLLECT WHAT?

LISTEN.

[Arutti's voice distorted] TWO TARGETS, CAG. 70 MILES.

THIS WAS ERASED.

BUT NOT RECORDED OVER. ZANE HELPED ME RESTORE IT.

[CAG's voice distorted] DID YOU GET THEM ON VIDEO?

[Arutti] VIOLATORS HAVE BEEN FISHBEDS.

[CAG] WE DON'T GUESS IN THIS MAN'S NAVY.

DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX? STAND IT DOWN.

[Arutti] WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?

[CAG] YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

[Arutti] NO, SIR!

[CAG] LIEUTENANT, ARE YOU WITH ME?

[Arutti] TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

HE WAS BUSTING HER BUTT, HARM.

SHE WAS QUESTIONING HIS DECISIONS, KATE.

WELL, MAYBE HER QUESTIONS WERE VALID. LIKE THE ONES I ASK YOU.

THAT'S OKAY IN AN INVESTIGATION, NOT IN COMBAT.

SHE WAS HESITANT. SHAKY. SCARED.

[Pike] SO? SHE WAS SCARED.

IT WAS HER FIRST TIME IN COMBAT.

WHY SHOULDN'T SHE BE SCARED?

HELLO? ARE YOU RECEIVING ME?

SHE PROBABLY WANTED THIS SINCE SHE WAS A KID.

PUT HER ENTIRE LIFE INTO BECOMING A NAVAL AVIATOR.

THEN ON HER FIRST COMBAT MISSION,

SHE FINDS SHE DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT STUFF.

ACCORDING TO THE CAG.

WELL, WHO BETTER TO KNOW?

SO A FEW HARSH WORDS AND SHE COMMITS SUICIDE?

PEOPLE HAVE DONE IT FOR LESS.

YOU MEAN WOMEN, DON'T YOU?

COME ON, KATE. I'M NOT A CHAUVINIST.

YES, YOU ARE. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT.

[both laughing]

HARM, IF YOU WRITE THIS UP AS A SUICIDE,

I'LL SUBMIT A DISSENTING POSITION.

YOU CAN'T. WE'RE NOT A BOARD OF INQUIRY.

WE'RE A TWO-MAN TEAM, AND THE SENIOR MEMBER WRITES THE FINDING.

TWO-MAN?

OKAY, KATE. SO I'M A LITTLE CHAUVINISTIC.

[laughing] YEAH.

I THOUGHT YOU'D FIND THAT CHARMING.

NOT IN AN INVESTIGATION.

LOOK.

I'M LIKE A HUNG JURY.

I NEED SOMETHING SOLID TO SWING ME ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.

OKAY. ZANE BELIEVES THAT MESSAGE

TO C.I.N.C.-MED WAS SENT FROM ONE OF THE AIRCRAFT.

I CHECKED THE LOGS AND GUESS WHO WAS FLYING WHEN C.I.N.C.-PAC RECEIVED IT?

-MACE AND PAINTER. -RIGHT!

THAT DOESN'T PROVE SHE WAS MURDERED.

LIEUTENANT PAINTER WAS IN LOVE WITH HER.

HE WOULDN'T WANT HER DEATH TO LOOK LIKE SUICIDE

ANY MORE THAN LIEUTENANT PULLER,

WHO COULD HAVE ALSO SENT THAT MESSAGE FROM A S.T.U.-3.

MMM, ZANE DIDN'T THINK IT ORIGINATED FROM A S.T.U.-3.

WHEN DID ZANE JOIN OUR INVESTIGATION?

I'M LOOKING FOR ANSWERS.

WELL, WHAT ELSE DID ZANE,

WHO'S GOING TO COLLECT LATER, TELL YOU?

HE SAID HE KNEW A SECURE AREA IN THE FANTAIL

WHERE HE AND I COULD DO IT.

[sighing]

THE ALTIMETER READS 30,000 FEET.

NOT A FOOT ABOVE OR A FOOT BELOW.

THIS PILOT IS VERY PRECISE.

SEAHAWK,CAG. FEET DRY.

THE CAG HAS JUST CALLED FEET DRY,

MEANING WE'VE CROSSED THE DALMATIAN COAST

AND ARE ENTERING THE NO-FLY ZONE.

[CAG] MR. DePALMA, HOW ARE YOU DOING?

OH, FINE!

JUST FINE. IS IT HOT IN HERE?

I MEAN, I'M A LITTLE HOT, BUT OTHER THAN THAT I'M JUST FINE. THANKS.

I'M AFRAID YOU'RE IN FOR A DULL TIME.

A.W.A.C.S. SAYS IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THE SERBS WANNA PLAY TODAY.

AW, GEE, THAT'S TOO BAD. I...

I WAS REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO A DOGFIGHT.

HOW ABOUT IF I SIMULATE WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?

OH, YEAH. THAT WOULD BE GREAT!

I MEAN, REALLY!

COMBAT SPREAD. COVER MY SIX.

ROGER THAT.

[CAG] HARNESS LOCKED?

[DePalma] YES. RIGHT. LOCKED.

[CAG] AT FIVE MILES, WE PICK UP THEIR MISSILE INBOUND.

I RELEASE CHAFF AND BREAK HARD RIGHT.

[DePalma screaming]

[moaning]

[CAG] TO THE LEFT BURNER. 9-G TURN.

RIGHT HERE I'M STARTING TO RED OUT.

I'M ON HIS SIX.

WHOEVER BREAKS FIRST GOES STRAIGHT TO HELL.

[DePalma exclaiming]

[CAG] NOW I'M ON HIS SIX.

I'M ON HIS SIX. NOW STEADY.

NOW STEADY.

WE GOT A LOCK. AND MISSILE AWAY!

[screaming]

100% OXYGEN USUALLY WORKS.

[retching]

[chuckling]

[speaking Italian]

[Dooley] SHE HAD FRESH ABRASIONS ON THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS,

WHICH WOULD BE CONSISTENT WITH SLIPPING AND HANGING

FROM THE EDGE OF A DECK UNTIL SHE FELL.

AN ACCIDENTAL DEATH?

I FOUND NOTHING DURING THE AUTOPSY TO INDICATE OTHERWISE.

LIEUTENANT ARUTTI SUFFERED A PELVIC FRACTURE AND RUPTURED SPLEEN,

WHICH ARE IMPACT TRAUMAS CONSISTENT WITH HIGH FALLS.

AND THE CAUSE OF DEATH WAS A WET DROWNING.

[Harm] THERE ARE DRY DROWNINGS, SIR?

[Dooley] OCCASIONALLY.

THE VICTIM SUFFERS A SUDDEN LARYNGOSPASM

CAUSED BY WATER IN THE THROAT.

BUT THIS VICTIM DIED BY ASPIRATING LARGE VOLUMES OF SEA WATER INTO HER LUNGS.

SPLEEN INJURY MIGHT HAVE BEEN FATAL IF NOT IMMEDIATELY TREATED.

SO IT CONTRIBUTED TO HER DEATH?

INSOFAR AS IT INHIBITED HER ABILITY TO SWIM.

SHE PROBABLY SANK,

HELD HER BREATH AS LONG AS POSSIBLE,

THEN, FIGHTING FOR AIR,

SWALLOWED SEA WATER TILL HER RESPIRATION STOPPED.

YOU HAVE HER PERSONAL EFFECTS?

ONE BOOT WAS MISSING.

THERE WERE NO RINGS, BRACELETS, OR WALLET.

JUST DOG TAGS, PANTIES, HER FLIGHT SUIT, AND THIS JACKET.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN TELL ME, COMMANDER?

JUST THAT SHE SUFFERED A SLOW, AGONIZING DEATH.

[jets taking off]

IT WASN'T THIS WINDY BELOW!

WE TURN INTO THE WIND TO LAUNCH, MA'AM.

-INTRUDERS? -YES, MA'AM.

PAINTER, WHAT'S LIEUTENANT MACE GOT AGAINST MY PARTNER?

HE THINKS LIEUTENANT RABB SCREWED THE POOCH ON A NIGHT TRAP.

GOT HIS R.I.O. KILLED.

DID HE SCREW THE POOCH?

BOARD OF INQUIRY DIDN'T THINK SO.

THEY SAID HE HAD AN EYE INFECTION, IMPAIRED HIS NIGHT VISION.

R.I.O. PANICKED. PUNCHED THEM BOTH OUT OVER THE RAMP.

BUT, AS MACE SAYS, THE R.I.O. WASN'T AROUND TO TELL IT ANY DIFFERENT.

[jet taking off]

BUT MACE HAS PREJUDICE.

THE R.I.O. WAS HIS BROTHER.

YOU'RE A LAWYER, RIGHT, LIEUTENANT?

IF I TELL YOU SOMETHING, WILL IT STAY BETWEEN US?

I'M NOT YOUR LAWYER. I'M THE NAVY'S.

IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ME ABOUT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI,

IT WON'T BE PRIVILEGED,

BUT I'LL DO WHAT I CAN TO KEEP IT CONFIDENTIAL.

ANGELA WROTE A LETTER OF RESIGNATION AFTER HER LAST MISSION.

SHE FELT SHE DIDN'T HAVE THE GUTS FOR COMBAT.

SHE RESIGNED HER COMMISSION?

NO, MA'AM. I TALKED HER OUT OF IT.

HELL, WE ALL GET SCARED UP THERE AT TIMES.

IT'S JUST THAT GUYS, THEY HIDE IT.

THAT'S WHY I KNOW SHE DIDN'T COMMIT SUICIDE.

ANGELA WASN'T GONNA QUIT. SHE WAS GOING BACK

TO HER QUARTERS TO ERASE THAT LETTER FROM HER COMPUTER.

BACK FROM WHERE?

FROM THE C.O.D.

AT NIGHT, IT'S TIED DOWN AFT OF NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR.

WE USED TO GO THERE TO BE ALONE.

YOU WERE HER LOVER?

NO, MA'AM.

I WAS HER HUSBAND.

[Harm] ANGELA AND PAINTER WERE MARRIED?

THE NAVY WOULD NEVER ALLOW THEM TO SERVE ON THE SAME SHIP,

SO THEY KEPT THEIR MARRIAGE SECRET.

BUT THERE WAS NO LETTER OF RESIGNATION IN HER COMPUTER!

YES, THERE WAS.

[crew chattering]

I MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME

BECAUSE SHE'D DELETED IT AFTER TALKING TO PAINTER.

THE FIRST TIME?

WELL, DELETING ERASES THE FILE...

[Harm clearing throat]

DELETING ERASES THE FILE SO THAT IT CAN'T BE ACCESSED,

BUT THE DATA STAYS IN THE MEMORY BANK UNTIL IT'S WRITTEN OVER.

IT TOOK ME SOME TIME, BUT I DUG IT OUT.

YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO USE MY COMPUTER AGAIN.

[man on intercom chattering]

ANGELA CHANGED HER MIND ABOUT QUITTING.

NOW, YOU DON'T DO THAT AND THEN COMMIT SUICIDE.

[Harm] I AGREE.

HERE ARE THE UNIFORMS YOU WANTED.

YOU AGREE SHE DIDN'T COMMIT SUICIDE?

THE AUTOPSY REVEALED ABRASIONS ON HER FINGERTIPS.

LOOKS LIKE SHE SLIPPED, GRABBED THE EDGE OF THE DECK AS SHE WENT OVER.

I THINK WE'VE GOT AN ACCIDENTAL DEATH HERE, KATE.

UNLESS SHE WAS PUSHED.

-BY WHO? -WHOM.

THE CAG.

OH, KATE!

[Pike] LIEUTENANT RABB? SIR?

JUST HEAR ME OUT.

HE DOESN'T WANT WOMEN PLAYING WITH HIS TOYS, RIGHT?

-SO HE SETS ANGELA UP TO SCREW THE POOCH. -WHICH SHE DID.

WHETHER SHE DID OR DIDN'T, IT STILL FILLED HER WITH ENOUGH DOUBT TO RESIGN.

BUT PAINTER CHANGED HER MIND.

SHE DELETED THAT LETTER AND DECIDED TO STICK IT OUT.

WHEN THE CAG REALIZED SHE WASN'T GOING TO RESIGN,

HE THREW HER OVERBOARD, HOPING IT WOULD LOOK LIKE SUICIDE.

NO, WAIT A MINUTE.

WHEN DID ANGELA DELETE THE LETTER?

AFTER SHE LEFT PAINTER AT THE C.O.D.

SHE NEVER MADE IT BACK TO HER QUARTERS. SHE WENT OVERBOARD.

SO WHO DELETED THE LETTER?

[Pike] HARM?

[Ripper grunting]

[Cassie groaning]

NEXT TIME YOU WAVE ME OFF FOR NO REASON, IT'LL BE YOUR LAST!

[groaning]

[grunts]

[Ripper coughing]

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

RIPPER'S BEEN GIVIN' ME UNNECESSARY WAVE-OFFS.

-HE WON'T DO IT AGAIN. -[men chattering]

YOU'RE A TOUGH LADY, LIEUTENANT.

DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING TO PROVE WOMEN BELONG OUT HERE.

YEAH, JUST ABOUT.

MAYBE EVEN TOSS ONE OVERBOARD

TO HAVE A DEAD HERO INSTEAD OF A LIVE QUITTER.

ANGELA WASN'T A QUITTER.

WE KNOW SHE WROTE A LETTER OF RESIGNATION.

I DELETED IT.

[Pike] I RECOVERED IT.

[scoffing]

AND YOU THINK I THREW HER OVERBOARD?

YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH.

IF I WAS BENT LIKE THAT, THERE'S A COUPLE GUYS

WHO WOULD HAVE WENT OVERBOARD A LONG TIME AGO.

I'M CONVENING A BOARD OF INQUIRY IN NAPLES AT 1300 TOMORROW.

-YOU'LL HAVE TO BE THERE. -I DIDN'T MURDER ANGELA,

SO I'M NOT AFRAID TO FACE A BOARD OF INQUIRY.

IT'S GONNA HAVE TO WAIT.

SCUTTLEBUTT SAYS THERE'S A MISSION COMIN' UP.

I CAN'T DELAY AN INQUIRY BASED ON SCUTTLEBUTT.

DAMN IT! AND YOU WERE A PILOT!

YOU KNOW WHAT FLYING THE REAL THING MEANS TO ME!

I'M SORRY.

MACE WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.

[man on intercom chattering]

ONE OF THESE DAYS, SOMEBODY'S GONNA THROW HER OVERBOARD.

SO I HEARD THEY RECOVERED ANGELA'S BODY.

FISHERMAN FOUND IT YESTERDAY.

IT'S A DAMN SHAME. SHE WAS A GOOD KID.

SHE WASN'T A KID.

YOU KNOW, I SAW LIEUTENANT PULLER TOPSIDE NEAR THE NUMBER THREE ELEVATOR

THE NIGHT THAT ANGELA WENT OVERBOARD.

SHE WAS KIND OF HIDING IN THE SHADOWS.

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OR JUST GETTING A LITTLE AIR?

AH, IT LOOKED MORE LIKE SHE WAS HIDING TO ME.

YOU AREN'T SAYING THIS TO GET HER IN TROUBLE, ARE YOU?

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT, I AM. THAT DOESN'T CHANGE HER BEING THERE.

AND WHY WOULD LIEUTENANT PULLER WANNA KILL ANGELA?

I DON'T KNOW.

LOVERS' QUARREL?

[scoffing]

WHAT A BASTARD.

DOESN'T MEAN HE'S LYING.

YOU SUSPECT LIEUTENANT ARUTTI WAS MURDERED, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF?

-[Harm] YES, SIR. -IF I RAN THE SEAHAWK

THE WAY YOU TWO RUN THIS INVESTIGATION,

I'D BE SKIPPERING A SUBMARINE AT DISNEYLAND.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU JAG LAWYERS PROPOSE TO DO NEXT?

CONVENE A BOARD OF INQUIRY TO QUESTION CERTAIN OFFICERS UNDER OATH

WHO MAY BE ABLE TO SHED LIGHT ON LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S DISAPPEARANCE.

WHICH OFFICERS?

LIEUTENANT PULLER, PAINTER, CARTER, AND THE CAG.

YOU THINK ONE OF THEM THREW HER OVERBOARD.

I DON'T KNOW, SIR. I DO BELIEVE

THEY'LL BE ABLE TO SHED LIGHT ON HER DISAPPEARANCE.

WELL, YOUR BOARD OF INQUIRY IS GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT, LIEUTENANT.

-THE SCUTTLEBUTT IS TRUE, SIR? -IT USUALLY IS.

GATHER ROUND, GENTLEMEN.

-IT'S ON? -IT'S ON.

[Skipper] I'VE JUST RECEIVED ORDERS FROM C.I.N.C.-MED NAPLES.

WE'RE TO LAUNCH AN ALPHA STRIKE AT 1800.

-THAT WILL BE ALL, MR. RABB. -AYE, AYE, SIR

OUR TARGETS WILL BE THE 28 SAM SITES AROUND SARAJEVO

AND THEIR COMMAND CONTROL CENTER AT FOCA.

CAG, I'LL NEED AN A.T.A.R.S. RUN BEFORE YOU LAUNCH.

I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S DOWN THERE.

-YES, SIR. I'LL DO IT MYSELF. -VERY GOOD, SIR.

WHAT'S AN ALPHA STRIKE?

EVERYTHING THAT FLIES.

[Skipper] SO THE TOMCATS LAUNCH FIRST.

ESTABLISH A CAP AND FLY ESCORT.

INTRUDERS GO IN LOW. SMOTHER THEM WITH SNAKE EYES.

HORNETS GO HIGH. NAIL ANYTHING THAT LIGHTS UP.

THIS IS THE REAL THING, GENTLEMEN, SO GOOD HUNTING.

WE-WE'D JUST FINISHED AN IMMELMANN

AND THEN HE DID A SNAP TURN 9-G's TO THE RIGHT.

[gasping] WELL, I LOST IT.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T KNOW WHICH WAY WAS UP, WHICH...

[sighing] I PUKED MY GUTS OUT.

WAS YOUR COCKPIT HOT?

YEAH. YEAH, IT WAS.

HE TURNED YOUR HEAT UP.

LITTLE HEAT, COUPLE OF NEGATIVE G's,

AND CAPTAIN MIDNIGHT WOULD HAVE PUKED IN THAT BACK SEAT.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN ABUSIVE?

WELL, IT'S JUST HIS WAY OF TELLING ME THAT I DON'T BELONG UP THERE.

HMM. HE DOESN'T THINK ANYONE BELONGS UP THERE EXCEPT HIS CHOSEN FEW.

HE'S RIGHT.

HE'S NOT RIGHT.

WHAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT TO DECIDE

WHO BELONGS UP THERE AND WHO DOESN'T?

25 YEARS AND 1,000 TRAPS.

[DePalma] YEAH, WELL, THAT'S OKAY.

EVERYTHING IS FINE BECAUSE THE GOOD ENSIGN ROBERTS HERE

HAS ARRANGED FOR ME TO BE FILMED IN THE COCKPIT AFTER THE STRIKE.

ON THE DECK, NOT IN THE AIR.

NO, ON THE DECK. IT'S OKAY. ANYWHERE.

WITH BORINI'S CAMERA ANGLES,

I'LL COME OFF LOOKIN' LIKE TOM CRUISE.

MR. DePALMA, ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR SECOND RIDE?

I GOT AN A.T.A.R.S. MISSION IN TEN MINUTES.

I'M GONNA TELL YOU THE TRUTH, CAG.

I DON'T THINK I COULD RIDE AN ELEVATOR WITHOUT PUKING.

I'LL TAKE IT.

SADDLE UP.

YOU ARE JUST A PASSENGER, MISTER.

-UNDERSTOOD. -IF YOU'RE GONNA PUKE,

MAKE SURE YOU DO IT WITH THE INTERCOM OFF

SO I DON'T HAVE TO HEAR YOU.

JUST DON'T TURN THE HEAT UP IN MY COCKPIT, SIR.

[Bannon] HELLO, CAG.

READY TO GO, CHIEF?

ALL READY, SIR.

WHAT'S AN A.T.A.R.S. MISSION?

THAT'S WHERE WE GO IN TO ACQUIRE

OUR LAST-MINUTE RECON PHOTO OF THE TARGET.

SAM-6 IS A MOBILE MISSILE AND WE JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE

THOSE BABIES ARE STILL WHERE INTELLIGENCE SAYS THEY ARE.

YOU KNOW, YOUR OLD MAN'S A LEGEND IN THIS SQUADRON.

I KNOW.

SO'S THE CAG.

GOOD LUCK TO YOU, SIR!

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MISTER.

YOU READY, LOBO?

[Cassie] READY, CAG.

[Harm] CAG, ARE WE ON T.A.C.-2?

[CAG] WHY?

I HAVE TO RADIO LIEUTENANT PIKE.

WE'RE NOT ON THE BELTWAY, MISTER. WE'RE ON A MISSION.

WE DON'T TRANSMIT 'TILL WE'RE OVER THE TARGET.

YOU KNOW, YOUR DAD AND I WERE ON A PHOTO RECON WHEN HE WENT DOWN.

I KNOW. I READ THE MISSION DEBRIEF.

HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?

FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT.

LAWYERS.

[beeping]

ONE MINUTE TO TARGET. GO TACTICAL.

ROGER THAT.

[CAG] ACTIVATING A.T.A.R.S.

HERE WE GO.

YOU WITH ME, LIEUTENANT?

[Harm] TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

[panting]

[CAG] LOBO. GO HIGH. RADIOSEAHAWK.

SAM SITES ARE RINGED WITH SHILKAS.

HAVE THEM RE-ARM THE HORNETS WITH ROCKEYES

AND LET THE INTRUDERS DROP THE HEAVY STUFF.

[Cassie] ROGER THAT.

[Harm] IS THAT WHAT IT WAS LIKE OVER HANOI?

WHEN WE GO BACK THROUGH, THEY'LL BE READY FOR US.

THAT'LL BE LIKE HANOI.

[Cassie] SEAHAWK. LOBO.

SAM SITES PROTECTED BY SHILKAS.

RE-ARM THE HORNETS WITH ROCKEYES.

KEEP THE A-6s HEAVY.

REPEAT. RE-ARM THE HORNETS WITH ROCKEYES.

CAG'S MAKING A SECOND RUN.

[machine gun firing]

[CAG] YOU GOT HER. YOU GOT HER, HAMMER.

[Harm] STEADY. STEADY. HOLDING STEADY.

[alarm buzzing]

RIGHT ENGINE, RIGHT ENGINE. RIGHT... PULL OFF.

CIRCUIT BREAKER'S OUT. LEFT THROTTLE FULL!

GO OUT, GO OUT.

COME ON, BABY! GO OUT.

[Harm panting]

[Cassie] YOU PAINTING THEM, BUSTER?

[Buster] BEARING 150 AND HEADING THIS WAY.

AT YOUR 11. ANGELS 10.

[Harm] CAG'S HIT. WE'VE LOST AN ENGINE. I'M COMIN' UP.

IT'S LIKE RIDING A JACKHAMMER!

I GOTTA SLOW DOWN. STICK WITH ME.

[Cassie] LIKE A FLY ON PIE.

I CAN SEE THE CAG. HE'S NOT MOVING!

[Harm] HOW DO I TRANSMIT A.T.A.R.S.?

YOU CAN'T FROM THE BACK SEAT.

[CAG breathing deeply]

[muttering]

SEAHAWKSAYS THEY ARE RECEIVING A.T.A.R.S.!

HARM, LOBO. THE CAG'S ALIVE!

HE ACTIVATED THE A.T.A.R.S. TRANSMITTER.

I CAN'T TELL ANYTHING FROM BACK HERE. HE'S NOT MOVING.

[Cassie] 15 MILES, HARM. YOU'VE GOT TO GET READY.

YOU'D BETTER, UH, RUN THE CHECKLIST WITH ME.

IT'S A LONG TIME SINCE I TRAPPED.

YOU CAN'T TRAP.

I'M NOT PUNCHIN' OUT.

YOU'VE GOT TO.

ONCE IS ENOUGH.

NEGATIVE ON THE TRAP. ONCE ALL BIRDS ARE LAUNCHED,

WE'LL HAVE YOU EJECT NEAR THE SHIP.

THE CAG IS UNCONSCIOUS. HE'D NEVER SURVIVE AN EJECTION.

HOW LONG SINCE YOU'VE MADE A TRAP? ANY TRAP?

FIVE YEARS,

AND IT WAS RAMP STRIKE. I'M DUE A GOOD ONE.

WELL, THE CAG'LL HAVE TO TAKE HIS CHANCES IN THE WATER.

-[radio static buzzing] -MY RADIO'S... YOU'RE BREAKIN' UP, SEAHAWK.

AND I CAN'T READ YOU!

[man] THE SKIPPER'S ON THE HORN, BOSS.

STAND BY, HARM.

YES, SIR?

LET HIM TRAP.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

BRING IT HOME, HARM.

COMIN' HOME.

I FIGURE THE ONLY CHANCE YOU'VE GOT IS TO FOLLOW ME IN.

-I'LL SET YOU INTO THE SLOT. -NO OFFENSE, LOBO,

BUT YOU'VE GOT THE WORST TRAP RECORD ON THE SHIP.

IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS.

I'VE BEEN SEARCHING THE SHIP FOR YOU, MA'AM!

LIEUTENANT LUBIN WANTS YOU IN CRYPTO ON THE DOUBLE!

-WHY? -I DON'T KNOW.

HE JUST SAID ON THE DOUBLE!

I FOUND HER, SIR.

[panting] WHAT'S GOING ON?

I'VE GOT A CALL FOR YOU ON THE DISCREET CHANNEL.

PRESS THE GREEN BUTTON.

-LIEUTENANT PIKE. -[Harm] KATE?

HARM, WHAT'S HAPPENING?

NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. JUST LISTEN.

CASSIE IS LOBO.

N-NO, ANGELA WAS LOBO.

NO, ANGELA WAS WEARING CASSIE'S JACKET WHEN SHE WENT OVER THE SIDE.

IN THE RAIN AND THE DARK, SHE WAS MISTAKEN FOR CASSIE.

-RIPPER. -HAS TO BE.

KATE, HE'S GOTTA KNOW WE'RE GONNA PUT THIS TOGETHER,

AND THE LAST THING I NEED TONIGHT IS A WAVE-OFF.

YOU'RE FLYING?

YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO BUILD A GUY'S CONFIDENCE, KATE.

[Pike] I'LL HANDLE IT.

I'M COUNTING ON THAT.

HARM?

DO YOU HAVE A PISTOL?

A PISTOL? WHAT DO YOU NEED A PISTOL FOR?

NEVER MIND. JUST STICK TO MY SIX.

[man on intercom] LAST DELTA STRIKE'S AWAY.

PREPARE DECK FOR EMERGENCY LANDING.

LOBO. TRY TO TAKE THE BREAK.

GEAR DOWN. FLAPS DOWN.

AUTOMATIC THROTTLE ENGAGED.

[Cassie] HOOK DOWN?

HOOK DOWN.

HE HASN'T MADE A TRAP IN 5 YEARS!

WITH LUCK, HE'LL TAKE HER WITH HIM!

LIEUTENANT CARTER!

YOU ARE RELIEVED OF DUTY AND CONFINED TO QUARTERS

PENDING THE CONVENING OF A BOARD OF INQUIRY

INTO LIEUTENANT ARUTTI'S DEATH.

-BY WHOSE ORDERS? -MINE!

UNDER ARTICLE 118 OF THE UNIFORM CODE OF MILITARY JUSTICE.

GET THIS BITCH OFF MY PLATFORM BEFORE I THROW HER OFF!

SERGEANT!

AND IT'S LIEUTENANT PIKE, NOT BITCH.

CLEAR?

I'M THROTTLIN' BACK. LOOKING FOR 150 KNOTS.

HOW'S HE DOING, BUSTER?

I WOULDN'T RIDE WITH HIM.

AND I RIDE WITH YOU.

[Cassie] LOOKING GOOD, HARM.

[Harm panting]

116. TOMCAT. BALL.

ROGER. BALL.

IT'S ALL YOURS, HARM. GOOD LUCK.

YOU'RE A LITTLE LOW. A LITTLE LOW.

[Keeter] YOU ARE BELOW THE GLIDE PATH.

PICK IT UP! PICK IT UP! POWER! POWER! POWER!

[cheering]

[whooping]

[crew cheering]

HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER SEEN A NIGHT TRAP?

HE'S BREATHING.

THAT MAKES ONE OF US.

WHEREVER HE IS, YOUR OLD MAN'D BE PROUD OF YOU, SIR.

SIR.

PERMISSION TO ENTER, SIR?

GRANTED.

HOW ARE YOU FEELING, SIR?

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL WITH A CRACKED HEAD?

[chuckling]

[clearing throat]

SKIPPER SAID YOU WANTED TO SEE ME.

LOOK, BEFORE THIS GETS EMBARRASSING FOR BOTH OF US,

UH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO THANK ME.

THANK YOU FOR WHAT?

YOU'RE A NAVAL AVIATOR. I DAMN WELL EXPECTED YOU TO GET US BACK.

YES, SIR.

I WANTED TO...

TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR DAD'S LAST MISSION.

WHEN HAMMER WENT DOWN,

I CALLED THE SANDIES AND FLEW CAP TILL I WAS BINGO FUEL.

HE WAS OKAY WHEN I LEFT,

BUT HE WAS GONE WHEN THE SANDIES GOT THERE FIVE MINUTES LATER.

YOU WERE BINGO FUEL, SIR. YOU HAD TO LEAVE.

HE WAS MY FRIEND.

I KNOW, SIR.

[sighing]

I CAUGHT TAILWIND ON THE WAY BACK.

I GOT TO THE TIWITH 800 POUNDS OF FUEL IN MY TANKS.

I COULD HAVE STAYED OVER HAMMER ANOTHER...

THREE, FOUR MINUTES. IT MIGHT HAVE MADE THE DIFFERENCE.

A LOT OF THINGS MIGHT HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE, SIR.

HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN LUCKIER.

OR HE MIGHT HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE AT ALL.

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR, CAG.

I DIDN'T SAY I WAS APOLOGIZING.

I MADE A JUDGMENT CALL. I'VE HAD TO LIVE WITH THAT.

YOUR EYES ARE NOT A JUDGMENT CALL, SON.

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SECOND-GUESS.

THANK YOU, SIR.

NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. GO SUE SOMEONE.

AYE, AYE, SIR.

[DePalma on TV] THE MOST UNLIKELY HERO OF LAST NIGHT'S

HIGHLY SUCCESSFUL NAVAL AIR STRIKE WAS LIEUTENANT HARMON RABB, JR...

YES.

WHO SAVED CAPTAIN THOMAS BOONE'S LIFE

WHEN HE SAFELY LANDED THIS DAMAGED TOMCAT

ONTO THE DECK OF THESEAHAWK.

WHAT IS SO UNUSUAL IS THAT

LIEUTENANT RABB ISN'T EVEN AN ACTIVE PILOT IN THE NAVY.

HE'S A MEMBER OF THE JUDGE ADVOCATE GENERAL CORPS.

HE'S A LAWYER.

[laughing]

DID YOU'D EVER THINK YOU'D SEE THE DAY

-WHEN A LAWYER WAS A HERO IN AMERICA, TEDDY? -NO, SIR.

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE A LOOK AT THIS, ADMIRAL.

IT'S FROM LIEUTENANT RABB.

SO SHE WAS MURDERED.

YES, SIR.

THAT'S TOO BAD.

WELL, YOU... YOU CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING, HUH?

EXCUSE ME, SIR, BUT AREN'T YOU CONCERNED ABOUT A SENATE HEARING?

I MEAN, YOU SAID IT COULD DISCREDIT OUR JAG INVESTIGATION

AND RUIN LIEUTENANT RABB'S CAREER.

THEY WOULDN'T DARE GO AFTER HIM NOW.

HE'S A HERO.

NOPE, IF ANYBODY GOES FROM JAG, IT'LL BE ME.

OR YOU, TEDDY.

[chuckling]

[door closing]

IT'S BEEN AN HONOR SERVING WITH YOU, SIR, MA'AM.

THANK YOU, ENSIGN.

OH, YOU'RE QUITE WELCOME.

OH, GOD. HERE WE GO.

YOU'RE OUT OF UNIFORM, HARM.

I'VE GOT A BOARD OF INQUIRY IN NAPLES IN AN HOUR, MACE.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN.

THANKS, MACE.

YOU SURE YOU WON'T BE NEEDING ME IN NAPLES?

LET'S GO, KATE.

[pilot] RIGHT FLAP.

[co-pilot] CHECK.

LEFT FLAP. CHECK.

[pilot and co-pilot continue speaking]

THIS IS HUMILIATING, HARM. LAUNCHING FROM THE BACK SEAT.

WELL, LOOK AT IT THIS WAY, CASSIE.

YOU'LL LAND WITHOUT A WAVE-OFF.

[Cassie chuckling]

HERE.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT GOLD WINGS AND A WHITE UNIFORM.

[Pike gasping]

[triumphant music plays]