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-Coming in tomorrow? -No, too much to do.

-Well, I'll see you at the wedding, then. -No, actually, you'll see me

at the rehearsal dinner first.

Mac! W-Wait.

We-We talked about this, come on.

Uh, I-I told you, I wasn't coming.

No, we never talked about it

and why can't you come?

I got my six-month quals.

You're going out to a carrier?

Yeah, in the morning. Renee will be at the dinner.

You didn't tell me this, Harm.

Well, I cleared it with the admiral.

I'll... I'll be at the ceremony.

Come on, Mac. It's not my schedule, it's the Navy's.

Well, what if the Navy changes its schedule,

and you don't make it to the ceremony?

-You let me worry about that. -Well, why do either one

of us have to worry about it?

Why does this even have to come up?

I mean, couldn't you just do your quals some other time?

Six months from now.

Harm, you fly, maximum, two, three times a year

and for that, you risk missing my wedding?

I didn't consider it a risk.

No, the truth is that you didn't consider it important.

Hey, slow down. Come-- Mac, first off,

this was arranged long before you even set a date and secondly, frankly,

if you need me at your wedding to make it work,

maybe you should reconsider who you're marrying.

Oh, hey, I'm... Mac...

Have fun.

Aren't you going to wish me luck?

[opening theme music playing]

[Skates] Welcome aboard, Commander.

Looks like you're stuck with me again, huh, Skates?

I'm sure I'll live through it, sir.

Captain Ingles wants to see you first thing.

He knows I'm here to fly

and not subpoena the ship's records, right?

He's over that, sir. Doesn't talk about it.

At least, not more than twice a day.

[chuckles]

[Brumby] What time does Chloe arrive?

-[MacKenzie] 2:55. -Does she approve of us?

She doesn't have a vote.

I mean, last time we met...

Yeah, well, we weren't dating then

and she was fixated on Harm

but that's all different now.

Mmm, I got to get cracking.

-Okay. -Lots to do.

Mm-hmm.

We have to call the restaurant and cancel

one of the meals for tonight.

-Who's not coming? -Harm.

He's doing his quals.

No worries.

Well, you know, it took me by surprise.

No drama. I'll take care of it.

See you.

It's not exactly the kind of behavior

you expect from your best friend.

I thought I was your best friend.

Right?

Bye.

[sighs]

[Ingles] Well, that's the last of VF53.

Commander Rabb reporting as ordered, sir.

Welcome aboard, Commander. At ease.

Well, I believe, uh, last time

our paths crossed, your words to me were

"I'd be proud to serve under your command again."

That's what I said, sir.

Well, it's only for a day and a night.

We'll see how it goes.

Commander Harmon Rabb, Commander Stacy Loftness,

-the AIRLANT LSO. -Commander.

You're a JAG?

Most of the time.

How many strings you pull to get back in this fleet?

I earned my way, Commander.

[Loftness] I have training squadrons to qualify, Commander.

What I don't need is a Washington weenie wasting my time.

Will that be all, Captain?

You won't catch a break here, Rabb.

Captain, for what it's worth, I've flown with Commander Rabb.

He's a good stick, and he's paid his dues.

He doesn't need a break, sir.

Just a fair shot.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

I'm sure Commander Loftness will keep that in mind.

Sir.

Commander.

[Brumby] What do you think, Lieutenant?

They're wedding bands, sir.

Well, not to me.

They're my future.

You still look at yours?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Do you remember the moment you said, "I do"?

-I do. -What were you feeling?

Nausea. But that was because I had just eaten

this half-defrosted pizza-bagel thing

right before I left the house, and...

Guard them with your life.

Yes, sir.

I have to admit to being a bit nervous, Bud.

-Why? -Because I've got everything I've always wanted

and now I've got no excuses.

Well, you won't need any, Mic.

If I should falter during the ceremony...

Just do what you did at your bachelor party.

-What was that? -You ripped off your shirt

and you started singing the Australian National Anthem

to the waitress.

-Was it effective? -Yeah, we got

a free plate of appetizers.

[laughing]

What if I just look your way?

-I'll start singing. -Excuse me?

Your rings.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Since when does the skipper rely on you

for character references?

Since you cleared me of my landing mishap.

After that, he dropped his attitude.

Oh, so, there's hope for me yet, then?

Hey, how's the colonel?

Oh, she's getting married.

Good for her. When?

Tomorrow.

Afternoon?

Uh, morning.

[Sims] The day I was trying on my wedding dress,

I had matricide, not matrimony, on my mind.

It wasn't bad enough that my mother wanted me

to change to the dress with the cleavage porthole

but the insults toward poor Bud were unbearable.

What?

You look so beautiful.

Oh, Harriet, save it for the wedding.

I'm so happy for you.

Aren't you happy for you?

Yeah, of course.

It's just that, uh, you've been a little quiet lately.

Let me ask you something.

Okay.

Harm is out doing his carrier qualifications.

That sounds like Harm.

He's going to miss the rehearsal dinner

and probably going to be close on the wedding.

And that's upset you?

Well, am I being unreasonable?

Well, you know Harm and flying.

Everything else takes second place.

I think the only thing you can do

is try not to take it personally

and just wish him the best of luck.

[Loftness] I'll give you two out of eight day landings on the manual ball

to see how you handle the pitching deck.

There's a weather warning later this afternoon

for overcast skies and scattered showers.

Ceiling at 1,500 feet and visibility three miles.

Lowers in rain showers to 800 and three-quarters.

Possible swells and deck motion up to 15 feet.

Sir, what are the deck motion limitations?

Limitations, my ass.

You nuggets are now in the fleet.

We play country hardball here. Commander Rabb, perhaps you recall

why we fly in these conditions?

Because in combat you don't get to choose

the weather you fly in, Commander.

[Loftness] The lawyer is correct.

You fly the weather God gave you.

Now, you training squadron LSOs? I don't want any Santa Clauses.

-Grade hard. -[all] Yes, sir.

[Loftness] And I expect you back-seaters

not to let your pilots screw up.

Water's cold out there.

[Skates] Hook.

[Rabb] Hook down.

[Skates] This is 2-4-1 abeam. Pilot, Rabb.

[air boss] Roger, 2-4-1.

F-14 in the groove. Give me tension for a Tomcat.

Roger that, boss.

Roger, this is Paddles up on this frequency.

Roger, Paddles, loud and clear.

Automatic throttle's carrying us three knots too fast.

Switching to manual.

[Skates] Roger.

[Rabb] I've got the ball.

Paddles, this is 2-4-1.

Ball. Two-point-five, manual.

Roger, manual.

27 knots down the angle.

You're starting to accelerate.

Your rate of descent looks good.

Keep it coming.

Keep it coming.

You're high, 2-4-1.

Fly the ball, 2-4-1.

-Fly the ball. -[man] Three wires fouled.

2-4-1, foul deck. Wave off.

Wave off.

-Too late. -[Skates] 2-4-1 waving off.

Easy on the rotation, Harm.

Good save, Commander.

[Loftness] 2-4-1, make this next trap your final.

Say again for 2-4-1.

[Loftness] I'm taking you out of the air.

[Loftness] Wait a minute.

What the hell did you think you were doing up there, Rabb?

I just prevented an in-flight engagement, Paddles.

We don't give merit badges here, Rabb.

The point is you were high prior to the landing.

Commander Rabb was making the correction

when you waved us off, sir.

He was slow to react, Lieutenant.

When I say "Fly the ball" fly the damn ball.

I was trying to be smooth, Commander.

Are you doubting my judgment?

Look, I may not have been correcting

as fast as you wanted

but I'm not about to be talked

into making a rookie mistake and dump the nose.

[Skates] He was easing the nose down, sir.

You taught us better to go high than hit the ramp.

You can go back up, Rabb,

but your next four traps better be in the spaghetti

or I'm sending you back to the beach.

[Chloe] Wow, this is a serious church.

It was Mic's idea.

He thought it had grandeur.

Where is he?

[Brumby] Right here.

Hi.

Chloe, the goddess of love.

Perfect name for the occasion.

Actually, that's Aphrodite.

Chloe is the goddess of new growth.

That works, too.

Aphrodite wore a magic girdle and fooled around.

Is that right?

By today's standards, she's a slut.

Can we move on?

It's nice to see you again.

I've been looking forward to this.

Do I have to call you "mate"?

No.

Is there a bathroom in here?

I'll take you. Be right back.

-Relax. -I'd hoped I'd like him this time.

You will.

Hey, guys. Good to see you, Padre.

-Mic. -Is the admiral here yet?

-Inbound. -Charlie, I got a miracle for you.

Water into wine, Admiral?

I caught every green light on Massachusetts Avenue.

[all chuckle]

So, were you in the zone today

or just trying to prove something?

Oh, hey, I'm a Washington weenie.

-What do I have to prove? -[chuckles]

We still have our night traps.

Are you worried?

No. I'm having fun.

-Going to miss it. -Miss it?

-I met a guy. -Serious?

Is marriage serious?

-So I'm told. -He's a public affairs officer.

Oh, yeah? Whose idea was it for you to give up flying?

Come on. You know what the life is like, Harm.

Six-month deployments, workups.

It's a big decision, Skates.

I hope you didn't act too quickly.

-You left. -Hey, part of me still lives here on a carrier.

Is that why you're missing your best friend's wedding?

I'll be there.

[jazz music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music ends]

-Evening, Skipper. -Commander.

Paddles here tells me you had

the highest boarding rate and landing scores.

I told him you should congratulate him

for motivating you.

[Loftness] Anyway, you're home free.

Just in time, too. That storm's picking up.

The Gator's looking for some clear weather

and we're stopping flight ops till we get it.

Skipper, I need to get to Andrews ASAP, sir.

What is it that can't wait?

Colonel MacKenzie's wedding.

It's at 1100 tomorrow.

-[Loftness] Are you the best man? -No.

Then what's the problem?

I need to be there.

I'll talk to the CAG.

If Gator can find better weather,

I'll make sure you're the first plane out.

Thank you, sir.

Skates has asked for weekend liberty.

Her fiancé works at the Pentagon.

-Why don't you take her with you? -Will do.

-All right. -Skipper.

[Roberts] Oh, man.

Looking forward to your toast tonight, Lieutenant.

That's at the reception.

Oh, it should be just a few health and happiness lines

but tonight we're among friends.

Give me one from the heart.

Y-You got it.

You are ready, aren't you?

Of course I'm ready.

-I'll see you there. -Take care.

-I'm not ready. -What?

I don't have it. The toast,

I was going to work on it tonight.

It'll be fine.

Harriet, you don't understand.

I don't even know what it's about.

I need a theme. What's an appropriate theme?

Love and marriage...

You're not helping me here.

Did you leave the lights on?

Mic! Mic!

We have clearing to the east, there's a thunderhead approaching

from the north but I'm not worried.

You could outrun it in a twin-engine prop.

Thanks again for the favor, Skipper.

I don't do favors, Commander.

Well, sir, if there's anything I can do for you.

Slice of wedding cake?

It'll be on the COD first thing Sunday morning, sir.

-I'll be expecting it. -Skipper, I know we've had our differences--

Uh, is this where we bond, Commander?

No, sir, this is where we say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you, sir.

Catch you Monday, Lieutenant.

And we'll see you in six months.

Yes, sir.

[guffaws]

[Skates] Looks like we caught a break, Commander.

Yeah, let's get out of here before the air boss changes his mind, huh?

I'm with you.

-Mic? -Oh, please.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you, sir.

-That's ginger ale. -Yes, it is.

-Can I have champagne? -No.

I just want to see what it tastes like.

Catch me in eight years.

Chloe, you dropped your napkin.

One sip.

Navy jet 2-4-1, I'm starting to lose you.

Suggest you shift to Washington Center.

Roger. Thanks for the help, City Desk.

-Have a good trip. -[static]

We've got a low level oxygen light, Commander.

We're gonna have to take it down to 10,000.

Roger that.

Penny for your thoughts.

You can have them for free, Admiral.

Last time I did this, I was 18 and drunk.

Last time I did it, I was 24 and sober--

same results.

You learn from your mistakes and move on, right?

-Sir, you've never remarried. -Oh, I'm talking about you.

Good lord, don't use me as a barometer for anything.

So, long term, what are your plans?

Um, well, just to get through the week.

[both chuckle]

-Have you discussed family? -Yeah, we both want one.

Just when and where is the question.

[Chegwidden] So, are you thinking of Australia?

Yeah, for our honeymoon.

You don't think it should be permanent, do you?

Well, whatever's best.

You don't plan to be a JAG forever.

You haven't thought about that much, have you?

Every day. I just never get past the question.

Washington Center, Navy 2-4-1 on 221.0.

How do you read?

Navy 2-4-1, Washington Center. Loud and clear.

Say position and altitude.

Navy 2-4-1, approximately

2-1-0 miles southeast of Center at 10,000.

Be advised IFF and TACAN are intermittent.

INS is inop. We intend to land at Andrews.

Roger, Navy 2-4-1. Squawk 3-2-1-4 and ident.

Navy 2-4-1, squawking 3-2-1-4 and ident.

No joy yet, Navy 2-4-1. Same heading.

Advise when 150 DME from Andrews.

Roger. Heading 3-3-0.

Will remain on this frequency.

Harm, we've got a storm cell ahead at 15 miles.

Washington Center, Navy 2-4-1

requesting deviation west for weather.

Navy 2-4-1, deviation approved.

Let us know when you can steer 3-3-0.

Roger. Come left 30.

Coming left 30 degrees.

We've got another at 20 miles.

In one minute, you'll need to come back right ten degrees.

Roger that. Skates, recalculate fuel upon arrival at destination.

4,000 pounds.

180 miles, no problem.

Keep me honest.

Looks like we're going to have to run the gauntlet.

-Did you just do that? -Negative.

What happened?

Don't know.

Positive to positive.

That's what I'm doing.

Whoa! Hey!

Uh... maybe not.

Look, could you hurry?

I'm giving a lecture across town.

-Really? What subject? -Public speaking.

Do you know anything about toasts?

-Please. -Okay, okay.

Okay. Try it.

[Rabb] I've got a red light.

Flight system filter. Disengaging altitude hold.

It's bumpy out here, Harm.

Sure you want to fly her on your own?

No choice.

Skates, get me the most direct route to Andrews.

I'm looking at the mother of all storm cells, Harm.

Well, we can't hop it, we're low on oxygen.

We'll have to go around it before we can turn back to 3-3-1

-and Andrews. -How long?

Groundspeed, 500 knots.

Estimate, 16 minutes on our present course.

Excuse me. Renee.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh... can I take your coat?

Sure.

-Here you go. -Great.

Um... oh, we're just getting started.

Good.

Would you like some champagne?

-Sure. -Okay. Great.

Have you talked to Harm?

No.

Have you talked to him?

No. Why would he call me?

Um...

-Um, I sat you next to Tiner. -He's fun.

Yeah. He's also not here.

Uh, but... but, you know everyone, so...

I do.

Mm.

So, are you, uh... you ready for tomorrow?

Yeah, of course.

Not long now.

No. 13 hours and 27 minutes.

Twenty-eight.

[clears throat]

-Let's get that champagne. -Yeah. Lead on.

[Rabb] We've lost PC1.

Turn off the roll, pitch and yaw stabilization systems.

Skates, get us back on a direct track to Andrews.

Can't go straight through, Harm.

Change heading to 3-0-5.

That way we'll skirt the cell.

-Check with Washington Center. -Washington Center,

this is Navy 2-4-1.

We are experiencing serious flight control problems.

Roger, 2-4-1. Are you declaring an emergency?

Not at this time, Center.

Roger, 2-4-1. Negative radar contact.

State position and altitude.

Position unknown.

Approximately 120 nautical, southeast of Andrews.

Altitude one-zero-thousand.

Roger. Can you return to the carrier?

You are closer, Washington Center.

What are your intentions, 2-4-1?

To continue inbound to Andrews.

We'll see you when you get here.

I'll hold you to that. Out.

City Desk, this is 2-4-1.

We've lost PC1 and are experiencing

flight control system problems. Over.

Roger. What is your position?

Estimate our position at 3-8-3-0...

2-4-1, do you copy?

2-4-1, do you copy?

Try the transponder again.

No IFF signal, ma'am.

They're off the scope.

[Chloe] Thinking?

[Brumby] Hey, you.

No. I'm looking for Bud and Harriet.

They left the same time we did.

Did you call them?

They're not answering their cell phone.

Maybe they went home first.

No. Just spoke to the baby-sitter.

Sarah didn't fall for you right away, did she?

No.

Did she even like you at first?

No. I don't think so.

Do you have that effect on everyone?

[chuckling]

Probably.

So do I.

No, I don't believe that.

You're a beautiful, interesting young lady.

I... am a precocious pain-in-the-butt.

Mac asked for another girl to mentor, but they gave her me

because they knew she wouldn't put up with my crap.

It's nice to know we have something in common.

Anyway, thanks for the encouragement.

You're welcome.

Hey.

We friends?

For as long as you love her.

Easiest deal I ever made.

-Where are they? -Past 250 miles, sir.

We've lost radar contact and IFF signal.

How'd this happen?

Storm moved faster than forecast, sir.

[sighs] Thank you, Commander.

-That'll be all. -Aye, sir.

Boss, this is the captain.

Assign air crews for search and rescue.

-Prepare to launch a Seahawk and Viking on my signal. -Aye, sir.

[Roberts] Rev it!

-[engine revving] -It's clicking.

Keep trying.

Again.

[engine revving]

We've got nothing but storm cells around us.

[Rabb] We're losing PC2!

Skates, she's flying like a barrel of turds.

Recheck Oceana weather.

This is Oceana Metro. Reporting ceiling and visibility, zero.

Field's closed. They're WOXOF.

Pax River is 50 miles closer than Andrews.

-Already checking. -This is Pax River Metro.

Reporting ceiling and visibility, zero.

Closed. Andrews is our best bet.

Idle power!

Speed brakes!

Generators out.

-Reset. -Can't!

We've lost the electronics.

Switching to emergency IFF.

Squawking 7-700.

We've gone to 400 knots.

We're going to have to fly straight through.

Harm, that'll put us in the middle

of the biggest thunder bumper in the whole damn world.

I'm flying on trim right now as it is, Skates.

I don't know how much longer I can keep us in the air.

Check the wet compass to get our heading.

Best bet, north-northwest.

Come left 20 degrees.

350 knots.

10,000 feet.

Great! Rev it!

[engine revving]

Thanks!

We have an emergency IFF signal, ma'am.

Bridge, combat, we have an emergency signal

300 miles northwest, heading 3-4-5.

Roger that, Commander.

Keep me informed of any change in status.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come right to course 3-4-5.

All engines ahead, two-thirds.

Right standard rudder. Steady on course 3-4-5.

-All engines ahead, two-thirds. -Aye, aye, sir.

Air Ops, notify FAA and the Coast Guard

that we're commencing search and rescue operations

-and get the Air Boss and Paddles to meet me in CIC. -Aye, aye, sir.

Skates, what's the nearest point of land?

Cape Fear. Estimate 100 miles due east.

We're at 275 indicated airspeed.

19 minutes flying time.

-She's not responding, Skates. -Passing eight.

-We're going to have to punch out. -When do we go?

At 5,000.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Navy 2-4-1.

100 miles east of Cape Fear.

Lock shoulder harness.

-Locked. -Visor down.

Visor down.

Masks on.

Mask on.

Lower seat.

-Check. -We're passing seven.

Harm, I'm not a strong swimmer.

Just remember your survival training.

Harm, we're passing six.

Command ejection rear seat?

We're going to get through this okay.

I'll see you down there. You have my word on it.

You haven't let me down yet.

[Rabb] I've lost her, Skates!

Eject us now!

[Skates] Position yourself. Good luck, Harm!

Damn it! Eject!

Folks, um, in the absence of our, uh, our best man,

I've been asked once again to give a toast in honor

of our couple, so I've refilled your glasses

with the good stuff. So, let's please raise them in a salute to--

Mic Brumby and his soon-to-be wife, Sarah.

[Roberts] May I carry on, sir?

Uh, sure.

Oh, uh...

Uh... Thank you.

I've spent a lot of this year trying to figure out

why things happen the way they do.

And I still have no idea.

[laughter]

But I do know

that four years ago, the admiral assigned me

to accompany the then-Major MacKenzie

and Lieutenant Commander Rabb out to the Seahawk.

What I never told anybody

was that my brother was in town that weekend

and we had tickets to a concert.

But I could not find one person

to take my spot on that carrier trip

and, well, Mikey had to go to the concert by himself

and I had to go out to the Seahawk...

where I met Harriet.

Colonel, Mic...

yours, like any right union on this planet,

was a matter of destiny.

[grunting]

[woman] This is the last known position, Captain.

They were at 10,000 feet.

All right, describe an arc around here of 50 miles.

That's where we'll start our search.

Boss, notify the Coast Guard, FAA and AIRLANT.

I'm the on-scene commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

I want you to spearhead this in a Viking.

Roger, boss.

[gasping]

[Chegwidden] Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

[phone rings]

Cheers.

-Chegwidden. -That was so beautiful, Bud.

[Brumby] Inspiring.

Mm-hmm, that was nice, Bud.

Yes, well done. And here's to tomorrow.

-Hear. -Hear, hear.

Would the, uh, admiral like to add anything?

[clears throat] Um...

I was just patched through to, um, Captain Ingles,

the skipper aboard the carrier Patrick Henry.

Commander Rabb and his, uh, RIO, Lieutenant Hawkes

got in some trouble on a, uh, bingo to Andrews.

They're believed to have gone down at sea.

[gasps] Oh, my God.

Well...

why would they be flying in this weather?

Um...

Harm was trying to get back in time for the ceremony.

[Air Boss] Commander Loftness reports deteriorating conditions, sir.

Ceiling's now 200 feet and lowering.

Sea swells are 25 feet and rising.

If things get much worse, we may have to wait

until this weather lifts.

Is the admiral aware of this, Skipper?

I told him I'd keep him advised.

[chaplain] Almighty and merciful God,

as we await the fate of our comrades,

we ask with the help of your angels

that you guide and protect Commander Rabb

and Lieutenant Hawkes from all dangers, harm or injury

and bring them safely home.

Amen.

-Amen. -[all] Amen.

-Oh, where can we plug that in? -Over there, over the booth.

Great. And the speakerphone works?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, for when the skipper calls us back, sir.

If you ask him to put his communications on the 21 MC,

we can hear what's going on.

Okay.

[Roberts] I'll help.

-Hanging in, Colonel? -Yeah, sure.

He's going to make it.

He has in the past.

Now he has even a better reason.

He's got someone in his life.

[sighs]

[Loftness] We have a raft, Captain.

They've got something, Admiral.

Coordinates?

[Loftness] 38 degrees,

37 minutes, north latitude.

74 degrees, 34 minutes, west longitude.

-Vector the SAR aircraft. -Captain, weather's getting worse.

Chopper could be outside the safe recovery envelope.

We'll reevaluate when we get to the scene.

Roger that.

Pri-flight. Vector the SAR bird.

[Ingles] Viking, what's your speed and altitude?

[Loftness] 180 knots and 100 feet.

-[Ingles] That's low and slow. -It is, sir.

-Be careful, Paddles. -Yes, sir.

I'm going to drop flares for the angel.

[pilot] Viking 3-0-4, this is Angel 2-1. What is your location?

[Loftness] I'm directly over him, Angel.

I'll give you vectors in.

Heading 3-5-0, three miles.

Roger, Viking.

City Desk, I've got the flares.

And I've got a strobe. I'm on top of it now.

[Ingles] Angel, this is the Captain. What's the weather?

Uh, ceiling's 100 feet.

Swell's now about 30.

How lucky do you feel, Lieutenant?

Piece of cake, Skipper.

[pilot] We got him, we got him.

He's cleared the water.

He's coming up.

[indistinct shouting]

[sputtering]

[pilot] Sir, it's Lieutenant Hawkes, sir. She's onboard.

[Ingles] Any sign of Commander Rabb?

No, sir, let me ask the lieutenant.

Is the commander down there? Did you see Commander Rabb?

Commander Hawkes didn't see Commander Rabb eject, sir.

[Ingles] Any speculation as to where he is?

Hard to say, sir. He could have punched out late.

That would put him, 15, 20 miles in any direction.

[yells]

What's happening, Angel?

We are getting pushed around, Skipper.

Can you keep her in the air?

I'm trying, sir, I'm trying.

Viking,take another sweep of the area

before we call it quits.

Roger that, Skipper.

Skipper, under those conditions, the commander

could be a few hundred yards away.

You've identified the problem, Colonel.

Those conditions are dangerous for all.

Sir, with all due respect...

Risking an entire crew for one survivor is not--

This is Admiral Chegwidden, Captain.

No one is blaming you.

When will you launch again?

When the weather improves, sir.

Thank you, Captain, carry on.

-Aye, aye, sir. -[line disconnects]

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Mic. I just need some time alone.

Look, if they found Skates, they'll find Harm.

Come back out, Sarah.

You should be with those who love and support you.

Sarah?

[sobbing]

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