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[train whistle blowing]

[man speaking Russian]

[jet engine whooshing overhead]

[man speaking Russian]

[sighs]

[speaking Russian] Hello, Comrade.

Viktor.

I need to question him for a few minutes.

Hello, Viktor.

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, Viktor.

I always preferred to do things for myself anyway.

Don't be a fool.

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

[man speaking Russian] We need a photograph.

They want to take a photograph.

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

KGB are bureaucrats.

They like to record everything.

Viktor...

You want to do something for me?

Let Trish and my son know that I'm alive.

Harmon, that's impossible.

Do it as a friend.

Please.

[train whistle blows]

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 sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity

that made him a top gun in the air.

You found something?

This is Captain Boris Novodin.

This is Lieutenant Anatoly Krezhnin...

KGB.

Neither survived

Gorbachev's Perestroika.

And this...

this is Major Viktor Lushov.

KGB?

Soviet Air Force.

He specialized in dissecting our aerial weapons systems

during Vietnam and the Cold War.

In 1970, Major Lushov was in Hanoi

interrogating downed fliers.

At the time, he 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?

Lushov's in San Diego,

working for Consolidated Aircraft

as a systems engineer.

He came here in '89. He goes by the name

of Sam Lewis.

[Chegwidden] Your mother's not ill, is she?

[Rabb] No, sir, her health is excellent, Admiral.

I just haven't seen her in a while

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 status 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... I'll do that, sir.

Thank you.

[Rabb] What's a son need to do

to get a drink around here?

The sun is over the yardarm.

Darling, we didn't expect you

for another hour at least.

You're getting younger every time I see you.

That's just you getting older.

Hello, Harm.

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.

How are Annie and Josh?

Well, I'm not seeing Annie

anymore, Mom.

Oh.

How is Mac?

She's fine, I guess.

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

Don't start, Mom.

[Frank] So, Harm,

what brings you to the West Coast? A case?

No.

Cheers, darling.

Whoa, whoa!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

-Good to see you. -Yeah, you, too.

No, not a case.

I found somebody

who knew Dad in Russia.

Russia?

Your father died in Vietnam.

I don't believe he did, Mom.

[Frank] Trish, there have been rumors of American P.O.W.s

having been sent to the Soviet 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.

[Trish] Let it go, Harm.

I can't, 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... 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 eyes.

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, Harm.

[footsteps approaching]

Mom, I... 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'd have ever got to know him?

Through my eyes.

I-I never let you listen to this one.

It was returned

with his things from the ship.

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

It's mostly personal

but I'd like you to hear

how he wanted me to go on with my 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.

[speaking Russian] Jesus, forgive me.

Viktor Lushov?

Harmon?

Lieutenant Harmon Rabb?

Are you a ghost?

I'm his son, sir.

[both chuckling]

Yes...

When did you first question my father?

[Lushov] The spring of '70.

He had been badly injured and not treated very well.

I saw that he received 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.

Mm-hmm. They were normally flown in A-6s,

but your father was flying a specially equipped F-4

which he used quite effectively.

He dodged half a dozen missiles

and destroyed three missile sites

before a lucky burst of flack caught him.

The golden BB.

Yes.

Such effectiveness

we had to know more about.

So what did you do when he told you nothing?

Oh, but he told me everything.

That's why the KGB flew him to 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 maskirovka.

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, eh, Trish?

You 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 a gulag in Siberia.

When?

In the summer of '72.

Then how do you explain this photo?

It was taken in 1980.

[chuckling]: Oh, the KGB and their records.

How did you get this?

That 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 Harmon Rabb again.

Why haven't you told anybody else about this?

Because I want to live.

I tell you

because of the guilt I feel

for something your father asked me to do.

I will tell no one else.

This photo was taken by the KGB for their records.

That means there are other records.

Well, perhaps this will help.

"S-394-652."

What is this?

Something that's been burned into my memory for 28 years.

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

[speaking Russian] Good luck, Harmon Rabb, Jr.

[Chegwidden] You didn't 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?

S-394-652. What is this?

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

It was given to me

by a former Soviet Air Force officer,

Major Victor Lushov.

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 P.O.W. 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.

Viktor... 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.

You realize that the odds

of your father being alive are...

are practically nonexistent?

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 advisement.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well?

He said he'd take it under advisement.

You're going to go no matter what the Admiral says,

aren't you?

You can reach me at 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, Harm, but if you do...

You'll want to be the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

[jet engine whooshing]

[flight attendant] Welcome to Aeroflot Flight 318, with non-stops to...

[woman speaking Russian] Excuse me. Is this seat taken?

I'm sorry, I don't speak...

Russian.

Well, isn't this a coincidence?

Isn't it?

Whose idea was it?

Mine andthe Admiral's, unofficially.

Uh... you're on my seat belt.

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.

[speaking Russian]

Taxi?

Do you know the Posolskaya Hotel?

It's okay. I speak English.

Sure. I know Hotel Posolskaya.

Is good place.

I am Alexei.

This way, please.

[Mackenzie] Uh, take Tverskaya to the garden ring.

[Alexei] 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're like America now.

Everything is free,

if you have money.

I'm going to take you shopping.

Uh, no, uh, all I want now is a hot bath and a bed.

We'll shop later then, eh?

I can get you computers,

fur coats, diamond rings, you name it.

Even a Soviet submarine, if you have enough money.

How about a MiG-29?

One ride, $15,000...

American.

You're serious?

You can buy a ride in a MiG-29?

Sure. I can arrange it.

We are selling everything now.

Pretty soon all we have left is our underwear.

[spitting]

What was that for?

Lubyanka Prison.

Home of KGB.

Harmon Rabb.

Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Rabb.

Passport, please.

There it is.

Okay, here we are.

Reservation for one.

Uh, 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.

[woman] You share room, you pay double.

If he can afford this bimbo, he can afford double.

Sorry, honey, but I'm not a whore.

[soft chuckle]

It's not in the book.

[soft, sarcastic chuckle]

Flip you for the bed.

You take it.

I'll sleep in the...

chair.

[sighing]

Uh...

I'll wait in the bathroom

while you change into your pajamas.

Uh, what pajamas?

[knock at door]

Whoa.

Oh, 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.

[grunting]

It's stuck.

Ugh!

[Mackenzie] A warning?

"Rabb sleeps with the herrings."

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

Webb.

[Secnav] 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 P.O.W.s in Russia, aren't you, A.J.?

Uh, yes, sir.

Officially, there are no American P.O.W.s in Russia.

Nor unofficially.

Well, there are rumors, Mr. Secretary.

Which is why we have a team of M.I.A. experts in Moscow.

They haven't found a single piece of solid evidence

to substantiate any of those 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 Rabb to agree.

Better yet, get him to vacation in Italy.

[footsteps in distance]

[gentle creaking]

[whispering] Mac.

[whispering] Got it.

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

Boss, you scared me blind!

What are you doing here, Alexei?

Nothing, boss. I thought you might be hungry.

I know 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?

[speaking Russian]

Get the door.

[grunting]

[spring breaks]

I can't sleep.

Yeah, me neither.

So, I had good idea, huh?

Thank you.

Hello, Sarah.

Mark!

[Rabb] Falcon.

[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.

I still don't know how you led us out of that blaze.

You saved my life, Commander.

And you repaid me by stealing the book.

The book?

The little green one

with the names of American P.O.W.s

transferred to Russia by the KGB.

That book was a fake,

like that photo someone sent you.

Who was that, by that way?

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

[Mackenzie] 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 drive a wedge between our two countries.

And how does that endanger us?

There are some that would eliminate you

rather than risk you finding your father.

Like you?

Discovering an American P.O.W. 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

and the name of whoever gave it to you.

So you can destroy it.

Yes.

And the person who gave it to Harm.

That man is 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?

It's the number the KGB assigned my father

when he was taken as a 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?

Well, you came here freely, didn't you?

Sarah!

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

Why not? We can tell each other lies.

[door closes]

[Rabb] So 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.

Dasvidanya.

Dasvidanya.

I like him.

People with no integrity always attract you.

Ouch!

Sorry, Mac. That was...

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?

[Rabb] Colonel Parlovsky.

Commander Rabb.

Major MacKenzie.

What a delightful surprise.

Are you enjoying Moscow?

So far all we've seen is the airport

Lubyanka and this hotel.

Perhaps...

I could show you an interesting alley...

one without ears.

[Parlovsky] So you have just come from Lubyanka.

[Rabb] Yes.

Were you questioned by Major Sokol?

Major?

Sokol is KGB.

[Mackenzie] 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.

Well, it's brought me closer to my father.

For that I owe you.

Your father is certainly dead by now.

Is your son dead?

[chuckles]

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're in.

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

You cannot risk staying here

a minute longer.

I can't.

Wecan't.

I have a dinner date.

[Falcon] The turbot with black caviar butter sauce is a specialty.

Oh...

Khachapuri is excellent.

And what do you normally have?

Steak... medium rare.

I'll have that.

- Cheers! - Waiter, bring me some more wine, please!

Where'd you learn English?

I grew up in Houston.

My parents moved there in the early '60s

to, uh, monitor your space program.

So spying runs in the family.

If my father had been a flier, I might be like your Commander Rabb.

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 it's mutual.

I wish you could say those words about me, Sarah.

How could I ever trust you... Sokol?

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 receiving.

Does this man have a name?

Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.

Have you heard of him?

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 discovers

his 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?

[Mackenzie] This is a file

on prisoner number S-394-652

opened May 10, 1970, in Chkalovskaya.

Where's that?

It's about ten kilometers outside Moscow.

It's the Air Force Scientific Test Institute.

Two years later, in July, 1972, S-394-652 was sent

to Vorkuta Gulag.

It doesn't say why.

In 1980, he was transferred to Beloyka

in Northern Siberia, where he...

He died.

He escaped.

My father escapedin 1980?

Ifhe was your father.

There's no name, Commander, only a number.

This could be the file of any one of hundreds

of thousands the KGB imprisoned.

How many were held

in an Air Force Scientific Test Center?

How many had their photo taken at Vorkuta train station?

S-394-652 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'llleave first thing in the morning.

-Mac, from here on, I go alone. -No way.

[Falcon] 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.

[speaking Russian] Keep safe. You and I have just begun.

What did he say?

Just to be safe.

Why are you blushing?

[Parlovsky] Well?

They leave for Beloyka in the morning.

[panting]

Harmon!

I know where your father is.

[Falcon] What's in the book, Commander?

These documents are fake!

[panting]

[laughs]

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.

[knocking]

Hey, boss, it's me, Alexei.

Yeah?

I have been working on tickets all night.

I got two seats to Norilsk

but I could not get you from there to Beloyka.

What, sold out, no seats?

No flights. 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.

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 kilometer.

What about a private jet?

Everything in Russia

is either Aeroflot or military.

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

A ride, yes.

A flight to Beloyka, no.

No pilot would risk breaking

the rules that much.

He'd be shot.

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?

[speaking Russian]

It'll cost.

How much?

[mumbling]

$50,000?

[man] 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 predecessor's included.

Now, the ambassador won't be in till 1:00.

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 documents for me.

I'll see that he's shown in.

Thank you.

Webb?

We're here, Rabb.

Who's "we"?

We, as in the Admiral who is regretting

ever letting you go on leave.

Morning, sir.

Technically correct.

0400 here. What's up?

What is it?

Piroshki, lady.

It's very good.

Mmm. 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.

Alexei certainly fits you.

Oh? Why is that?

It means "helper."

As long as you have money.

Maybe, but I have a feeling you're

not as mercenary as you like to act.

Why, because I gave you Piroshki?

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

[laughing]

That's a good one, lady... Sarah.

[Webb] You're being set up, Rabb.

Colonel Parlovsky and Major Sokol are the same animal.

They're both former KGB.

Parlovsky was Sokol's mentor in the old days.

They may be in a power struggle, they may be working together.

Either way 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.

Rabb'll never come back now that he's got a blood scent.

Cut your losses.

You have always had a way with words, Webb.

Mac speaks Russian. You don't.

You stand a better chance of staying alive with her.

You agree?

The odds are better with her, sir.

Find your father, Harm.

Thank you, Admiral.

[knocking]

Commander Rabb?

Hugh Blackadder.

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.

Mm-hmm.

[Alexei] Wow! How much is in there?

How much you need?

Like I said, boss, $50,000.

Well, I think

we can cover that.

[speaking Russian] Why full tanks?

They're rich and want to fly for a long time.

They'll be sick before they leave the ground.

He's right.

What did he say?

That we'd be sick before we left the ground.

Well, 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'll be first? Her.

Him.

[laughing]

[speaking Russian]

How about both of us?

-What the hell is this? -I don't know.

Tell him to come down.

And no tricks. I know how to use this.

Tourists!

[whistles]

I left my maps in my locker. Get them.

What'd he say?

He said he left

his maps in his locker.

Well, let's hope not.

Sorry.

[Rabb] Alexei,

drag him out of the way and then get the hell

-out of here. -Okay, boss.

Goodbye, Alexi.

[Rabb] Mac, come on.

I'm going to hate myself for this.

They're waiting for you.

-Who? -Our fighter planes.

He knew you'd steal this MiG. He was counting on it.

That's why they had the commercial flight

to Beloyka discontinued. He wants you

shot down stealing this MiG.

Who?

He is the highest bidder.

He always was, so that I will not tell you.

Give it up, Commander. Major?

[Rabb] Were you KGB?

No. I was in the submarine service, a Lieutenant.

[speaking Russian] Goodbye, Lieutenant.

[engines whooshing]

What happened?

American spies!

They stole your airplane!

Why do that? They could buy it!

How you doing, Mac?

Don't ask.

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

but I'm going to have to climb soon.

We burn too much fuel down this low.

Keep your eyes on our six. I'm gonna try and get

this radar working.

[groans and laughs]

Suck it up, Marine.

I got the radar working.

Hang on.

[MacKenzie groans]

Can I stop looking now?

Yeah. I got them on radar.

I have a target. Follow me.

[buzzing]

Is that what I think it is?

Yup.

What do we do?

Pray.

Missile inbound.