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Reprisal, this is Big Eye.

Target drone is on station.

Range is clear.

You may launch intercept.

Reprisal, Hawkeye.
We've acquired the target.

Switching to attack radar.

Target in sight.
Armament master on.

Hawkeye flight, Big Eye.

We have an unidentified
civilian aircraft entering the range.

Sir, there's an unidentified aircraft
in the missile test range.

Get an ID?

Big Eye says
it's a commercial passenger plane.

- U.S. Airline?
- No, sir.

According to the signal code
it's North Korean.

What are they doing in the middle
of a test range?

- I'll ask them, sir.
- Negative.

I don't want them alerted
this was anything special.

Abort the missile test.
I'll alert the skipper.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hawkeye, Reprisal.
Safety your missiles.

We have a civilian airliner
in the test range.

Repeat, safety your missiles.

We have a civilian airliner
in the test range. Over.

Reprisal, Hawkeye flight safetying
master switch.

This is Hawkeye.
Missile fired, missile fired!

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

Oh, God.

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.

A Marine F-18 squadron deployed
on the carrier Reprisal

was testing a new version
of the AMRAAM missile.

One of the missiles brought down
a North Korean civilian airliner.

- Attention on deck.
- As you were.

- How many casualties, sir?
- Thirty-one. No survivors.

North Korean government
claims the aircraft

was on a trial run
with company executives.

I suppose they're blaming us.

It was our missile, commander.

In an hour,

the president starts apologising
to everyone on the planet.

The White House
has a lot of questions

and they want the answers.

What was a North Korean airliner
doing in a Navy test zone anyway?

- That's one of the questions.
- Probably drifted off course.

That's what the captain
of the Reprisal thinks.

Well, what are the North Koreans
claiming?

That we were notified of the flight

and acted with malicious intent.

That's bull.

Sir.

Didn't our radar detect
the North Korean flight?

Apparently it did, but not in time
to stop the missile launch.

Who's the skipper of the Reprisal,
admiral?

Captain Ray Hubbard.
Good man. Ship handler.

- Anything else?
- No, sir.

Flight's at 1300. I expect
a preliminary report in 36 hours.

- Dismissed.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Commander. Major.

If a Naval officer, pilot or skipper,

caused the death
of those civilians,

I expect you to find the evidence
to prove it.

- Is that clear?
- And if he didn't, sir?

Then there is a God.

Just what the Navy needs,
another incident.

Yeah, especially
with the North Koreans.

Sir, you don't think
they'll retaliate at all, do you?

What do you mean,
like shoot one of our planes down?

Yeah. Plane or a helicopter or...

The one that's taking us
to the Reprisal?

- Yes, sir.
- No, I don't think so.

Although, to be on the safe side,
I'd wear a flak jacket.

Bud, the flak jacket idea
is totally ridiculous.

- You think so, major?
- Oh, absolutely.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, you'd do much better sitting
on your helmet.

Well, I guess that cancels dinner.

Well, I'll freeze the steaks.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- Me too.

- Call if you need anything?
- Okay.

- Bud?
- Yeah?

Take care of yourself, okay?

You too.

I'm not the one who needs to sit
on his helmet.

- I'll call when I get a chance.
- Bud?

I don't suppose I could...

...get a goodbye kiss, could I?

I really don't think so.

I love you.

Gentlemen, ma'am,
I'm Tim McGuss.

Captain Hubbard is waiting for you
on the Bridge.

- Lay on, McGuss.
- I get that a lot, sir.

It's nice to be underway again, sir.

That it is, Bud.

NAVAIR gave us the newest version
of the AMRAAM missile.

It's got a carbon-composition
and a low-signature surface.

- Invisible to radar.
- Well, that's the theory, commander.

We were testing it
under combat conditions.

It was supposed to have shot down
an unmanned drone.

Captain, is there any doubt our missile
hit the North Korean airliner?

- CAG?
- The missile had a locator.

If it went dumb
and landed in the ocean,

we'd still be hearing a signal.
We're not.

We've got a salvage vessel sailing
for the crash site right now.

Obviously we'll know more
once the wreckage is recovered.

- Where is the F-18 now, sir?
- In the hangar bay.

Nobody's looked at it or touched it
pending your investigation,

except the missile rail's
been detached.

NAVAIR and NATOPS
are standing by.

CAG, who fired the missile, sir?

Captain Ryder
was flying the aircraft.

He said he didn't fire the missile,

that it launched
for unexplained reasons.

- Do you believe that, sir?
- I live in a two-choice world, major.

Either I'm a lousy CAG
and my pilots lie to me

or I believe them.

Test range. Over.

Reprisal, Hawkeye flight safetying
master switch.

This is Hawkeye.
Missile fired, missile fired!

Repeat, my AMRAAM has fired.

You didn't shut off
your armament master switch?

No, sir. I didn't get a chance.

The missile fired
as I was reaching for it.

I see you had some problems
back in the spring.

Your flight training scores
went down six weeks in a row,

a missed weapons check,
unsecured cockpit.

Yes, ma'am.
My performance took a nosedive.

I requested temporary removal
from flight status.

At the time,
my brother was on medical leave.

He was at
Portsmouth Naval Hospital.

Cancer.

Sorry to hear that.

Thank you, ma'am.

A month ago, you requested
to be put back on flight status.

After my brother went
into remission, yeah.

Captain Ryder, is it possible
you accidentally fired the missile?

No, ma'am, it is not.

Well, somehow that missile
got fired, captain.

I know, ma'am...

...but not by me.

You know, back in the '80s,
the Navy had a TFOA programme

to explain situations like this one.

TFOA?

- Things falling off aircraft.
- Yeah.

Now, that's a good explanation
for getting around pilot error.

I'm not convinced it's pilot error.

- What else could it be?
- I don't know, yet.

Commander. Major.

Walt Rockwell,
communications officer.

Welcome aboard.

- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.

The North Koreans claim
their plane's flight plan

was sent to all the ships in the area.

I checked our communication logs.

Why do I get the feeling
you never received one?

Then you must have ESP.

You ever have North Korean planes
fly through a test range before?

No. We never work
near regular flight regions.

After you.

Reprisal, this is the Sea Star.

We are on-site
and definitely pinging something

on the bottom at 100 fathoms.

Be advised we have company.

Two Ushong class destroyers
are approaching.

We are now launching
our remote control camera unit.

The Sea Star
has located the wreckage

and sent down a camera probe.

She's also reporting
North Korean destroyers on their way.

A flash message
from 7th Fleet, sir.

All right, 7th Fleet has ordered us
to proceed to the salvage site

to ensure that the Koreans don't
interfere with the recovery operation.

Gator, plot an intercept course
and time-to-station at flank speed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, the salvage vessel reports
the North Korean cruiser, Choson,

has fired a warning shot
across her bow.

Get a section of Tomcats up to cover
the salvage ship until we get there.

- Yes, sir.
- Send a message to the Koreans.

We are in international waters and
we'll take any measures necessary

to protect the interests
of the United States.

- Send that right now.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Gator, have you got a solution
for me yet?

Yes, sir. Heading 337 at 25 knots will
put us there in 14 hours, 20 minutes.

Make it so.

The amber symbol in the middle
is our salvage vessel.

Those white ships ours?

Yeah, and the red are
the North Koreans.

They say they'll open fire
if we stay in the area.

They're bluffing.

Do you think so?

Catanese, have Commander Rockwell
radio our destroyers,

protect the salvage vessel.

Shouldering is authorised.

Push the North Korean ships aside
if they won't move.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander, don't you have
an accident to investigate?

- Yes, sir.
- I suggest you get to it.

Aye, aye, sir.

We're JAG officers
investigating the aircraft.

Are we looking for anything
in particular?

Maybe. I'll know when I find it.

The admiral wants a report
by 2000, Harm.

He'll have it.

The captain said
they removed a launch rail.

What?

Look at this.

It looks like scorch marks.

It is. From a burning missile engine.

When a missile launches,
it drops away from the wing

before the engine ignites.

This missile ignited
before it left the wing.

Maybe the pilot fired it
and it ignited prematurely.

Maybe.

Maybe something else
caused it to ignite.

I've worked with ordnance
for 15 years.

I've dealt with every kind
of weapon the Marine Corps has.

You loaded the AMRAAMs
for the missile test?

I did.

Could there have been a problem
with the firing mechanism?

- It was a prototype missile, after all.
- No, sir.

The firing mechanism was standard.

It was the missile skin
that was being tested.

Besides, we always
double check everything.

We wouldn't want them exploding
and killing a pilot.

It's a terrible thing,
this airliner blowing up.

There's not a soul on this carrier
who's not upset by it.

You say there's no way
the missile was defective,

but there is another possibility.

If you mean
was it properly mounted?

Yes, it was. I checked myself.

So why did it ignite prematurely?

I can't explain it, major.
I wish I could.

- That's not an adequate answer.
- It's the only one I've got, ma'am.

Gunner, we'll contact you
if we have any further questions.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

- Take it easy, Mac.
- We're not getting any answers.

All we're hearing is
"I can't explain it."

You're not gonna get any answers
by bullying people either.

Me, bullying?

- Didn't think it was possible, did you?
- No.

I know you wanna wrap this thing up
quickly, so you can go home.

I wanna wrap this up quickly
so the admiral can get his report.

We have six hours and 22 minutes.

Mac, you wanna go home,
you said so yourself.

I was just kidding about that, Harm.

Yeah, I don't know
if it's the sea you hate

or if it's that you love Washington,

or you just miss old Dalton Lowne
so doggone much...

Stop right there. Is that what this
is all about? Dalton Lowne?

- And all the trappings a lawyer
like him represents.

And what is that?

Wealth, prestige, a Porsche.

Everything you don't get
as a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, you're right.
I am interested in Dalton as a man,

not as some hook to a better career.

That's the stupidest thing
you have ever said.

All right, okay.

Maybe I'm wrong.

You are.

There. That's it. That quick:

I hear it but I don't recognise it.

Let me stretch it out.

- Any progress, Bud?
- Yes, sir. You should listen to this.

What is it, sir?

I think I know how the missile
was triggered.

That sound is radar
sweeping the Hornet.

Under some circumstances,

a strong radar signal
can short-circuit a firing system

- causing a missile motor to ignite.
- Causing a missile motor to ignite.

Did you hear the radar sweep
when you were flying?

No, sir.

It must have gone by so fast
that I missed it.

Is it possible
you didn't mention it earlier

because it implicates someone
in your own squadron?

As I said, ma'am, I didn't hear it.

If I had, I'd have told you.

Well, somebody lit up
your Hornet, captain.

Commercial airlines
don't have that kind of radar.

Yes, sir. But I have no idea
where that radar came from.

And I assure you,
it did not come from my squadron.

I'll stake my reputation on that.

Let's see what your fellow aviators
have to say.

You're bulldozing, Mac.

Will you lighten up?

Try using a little finesse.

Coffee, sir? Ma'am?

Please.

Oh, my God. Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

Are you all right? Here, let me...

- It's all right. Thank you.
- Let me wipe it.

It's all right.
No permanent damage done.

I hope not, sir. I'm such a jerk.

You're sure you're all right?
That coffee's hot.

I know.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's all right. It's okay. Thank you.

- Yes, sir.
- No need for anything else. Thanks.

Enjoying yourself?

CAG, your pilots are unanimous.
No one made a mistake.

No one hit anyone else
with their radar.

And I concur with that opinion.

We're all human, sir. If I trained
these men, I'd feel the same.

Major, executing a mission
is like boiling an egg.

You don't wake up one day
and suddenly do it different.

Sir, you had four aircraft in the air.
There were no other planes around.

The ship's radar
didn't trigger that missile.

Conclusion, one of your pilots
is responsible and he isn't admitting it.

Quacks like a duck, walks like a duck,
but this time it's a goose.

You see, for the life of me, I have
no idea where that radar came from.

I know guys who'd give up
a month's pay for this duty.

You think you're too good
for the galley?

- That's not true.
- Don't interrupt me.

Is there a problem in here?

Nothing I can't handle, major.

We're trying to conduct
an interview in there.

Sorry, ma'am.

We're through.

You're not having a very good day,
are you?

No, ma'am. I'm not.

I'm Major MacKenzie. You are?

Seaman Alice Tuppany, ma'am.

So, what was that all about?

Nothing. Just a slight disagreement.

It looked like more than
a disagreement to me.

The senior chief
was chewing your head off.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time, ma'am.

Well, three days ago,
middle of my morning shift,

I leave the galley for,
like, 15 minutes.

I mean, it was nothing.
I was checking in to CIC for training.

That's what I really joined
the Navy for.

I understand you'd want
to observe combat operations,

but leaving the galley mid-shift
is not a good idea.

I'm gone for, like, 15 minutes
and there's a fire

and the senior chief blames me.

- Were you at fault?
- No, ma'am. I was not.

- Well, then why did he blame you?
- Because I'm new or female...

I'll talk to the senior chief.

Don't worry. It's... It's what I do.

Thank you, ma'am.

And I checked
with the air controllers.

And they claim
that North Korean flights

often deviate from
their regular flight paths,

but that they always send out notice.

- Not this time.
- No, sir.

Commander Rockwell checked
all the messages received

in the past 72 hours
and there was no such notice.

Go back
and re-check the messages.

Yes, sir. I'll need to get clearance
from Commander Rockwell.

I'll get it for you.

He's not gonna like that, sir.

Well, he'll do it anyway.
Have you seen my toothbrush?

I told you.
There was no communication

regarding an altered flight plan
from the Koreans.

Then there should be no problem
with our checking the tapes.

My word or my competency?

Excuse me?

Which are you questioning?
My word or my competency?

Neither. Commander,
I'm trying to conduct an investigation.

So how's the investigation
coming along?

It's going fine.

You know, as a class of warriors,
pilots are the best,

but you do tend to
take care of your own.

Do we?

I don't mean you personally,

but it does make you wonder.

Where did that radar come from?

What makes you think
radar's the issue?

People talk. No secrets here.

When you say that pilots
take care of their own,

you have someone specific in mind?

No.
Why would I wanna blame anyone?

I'll go to the Comm. Room
and get you those tapes.

I'll come with you.

I have to make a call anyway.

Reprisal, this is Fryer.

Two more North Korean frigates
are entering the search area.

Sea Star, Reprisal.

Be advised two more North Korean
warships are approaching.

Continue salvage operation.

We'll provide air coverage until
service units reach you in 10 hours.

Roger, Reprisal.
We appreciate that.

Admiral, Lieutenant Commander
Rabb. How are you, sir?

I'll be doing a whole lot better,
commander, when I get your report.

SECNAV is all over my butt about this.
What do you have?

We suspect a radar pulse
caused the missile to fire, sir.

We don't know yet
where that radar came from.

Was it pilot error?

Too soon to say, sir.

All right, well, stay on it.
You need anything from this end?

A moment, sir.

Commander,
can I have a moment of privacy?

No can do, commander.

You know no one's left alone
in the Comm. Room.

Admiral, I need service records
and fitness reports

from the four pilots
who were in the air at the time

and on the comm. Officer, Lieutenant
Commander Walter Rockwell.

- All right. Anything else?
- Yes, sir.

Can you find out if any U.S. Planes

were flying classified missions in
the area where the missile was fired?

Done.

All hands.

- Condition three. Condition three.
- I'll have to call you back.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

All hands. Condition three.

Condition three.

This is not a drill. This is not a drill.

The captain of the Choson
has issued an ultimatum.

We are to leave the area by dawn
and take the salvage vessel with us.

If we refuse,
they will consider it an act of war.

Looks like they're playing
Who's Gonna Blink First, skipper.

- It won't be us.
- No, sir. I don't expect it will.

CAG, how many F-14s
do you have in the air?

Six, skipper.

Tell Major Keneally to make a low pass
over the bridge of the Choson.

Tell him a speed of Mach 1.2
is recommended.

Aye, aye, sir.

That will shake their fillings.

Panther, Reprisal.

You are granted permission
to boom the cruiser.

Reprisal, Panther.

Roger that. On our way.

Weather brief.
Comes in twice a day.

This one was at 0820,
the day before the missile test.

That's an outbound transmission
to our plane guard.

Time, 0909, same day.

- Did you see that?
- See what?

Well, it looked like a spike.

- There. That.
- What is it?

Looks like some kind
of compressed digital signal.

- Like a burst transmission?
- Pulse-code modulated.

- What's it from?
- I don't know. It's unusual.

Signal's real strong.

It's gonna take me a couple hours
to break this down.

Maybe you'd like to go
get a cup of coffee, sir.

Yeah.

All right, bye.

Your presence is requested
in Sea Wings.

Radar check, your presence
is requested in Sea Wings.

- Ensign Sims.
- Harriet?

Bud, hi!

Hi, how are you?

Good, good. How are you?
You're there so late.

Yeah, I have cases to file.

Anyway, I had a feeling
that you might be calling.

Anyway, how are things?
How are things there?

Everything sounds so scary.

Well, we're at condition three,
but it's nothing.

You're breaking up. I can't hear you.
What are you saying?

I said it's nothing.

I heard the North Koreans
are threatening you.

Oh, well, they basically said
to get out of town

and the captain told them to stick it.

And then he sonic boomed one
of the lead Korean ships.

This connection is terrible.

Do you think
there's gonna be fighting?

L... I don't know.
This connection is terrible.

Can you hear me?
I said, "I don't know."

Harriet, the reason I was calling
because I want...

Bud, I can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

- What?
- Look, Harriet,

I called to tell you
before anything happens...

Harriet, I love you too.

Harriet?

Harriet?

Bud?

Oh, damn.

I heard you, Bud.

This girl left her duties.

Technically, that's true,

but you could have let her go
with a reprimand, senior chief.

Why is JAG getting involved
in this anyway?

No, I'm here unofficially.
I'm just trying to simplify the situation.

It's already simple. If she stayed here,
there wouldn't have been any fire.

- She almost cost me my galley.
- She says the fire wasn't her fault.

That's irrelevant, major.
She left her duties.

Okay, she made a mistake,
but captain's mast?

A fire onboard ship
is a serious matter.

Of course, we all know that,
but she learned her lesson.

What's to be gained
from punishing her?

To set an example.
She thinks she's too good for mess.

Well, let me tell you something,
major.

I feed 5000 sailors three times a day.
I'm in charge of four galleys.

That's 15,000 meals.

You run a ship without a galley,
you know what you got?

- Hungry sailors.
- Damn straight.

What say we let the skipper decide
the punishment, huh, major?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Hey, hey, hold on there.

Get it up...

Light it up. Light it up.

The signal breaks down
into a message.

I don't know how much you know
about cryptology, sir.

I know that coded messages
are sent in short bursts.

The faster they travel, the less likely
they are to draw attention.

This one went in
under a millisecond.

It took me a while to decode it,
but it's very clean.

Someone on this ship
sent a message

specifying the time
and place of the AMRAAM test.

Do you understand
what you're saying?

The day before the Korean airliner
was shot down,

somebody aboard this ship,
sent out classified information

about the missile test.

- You keep this to yourself.
- Sir...

To yourself, Petty Officer Sullivan.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you. As you were.

Sir, do you really think
that there is a spy onboard ship?

What other explanation is there?

Did you check
the pilots' records yet?

Yes, sir. There's nothing out
of order in any of them.

Yeah? See if you think
this is out of order.

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell,
the comm. Officer?

The admiral had NCIS run
a background check on him.

- Third paragraph.
- He owns two houses?

Last month he purchased
a vacation condo.

Put down 90,000 cash.

That's a lot of money, sir.

More than you'd expect a lieutenant
commander to have lying around.

He's either a wiz
in the stock market

or he has a beautiful source
of outside income.

It's not possible.

Captain, the message to
the North Koreans was sent

the day before the missile launched
at around 0900.

Who was on duty
in the Comm. Room?

Lieutenant Commander Rockwell.

Commander, I am not gonna put
my comm. Officer in the brig

based solely on your suspicions.

I don't know about the brig,
but if the North Koreans start shooting,

you're gonna want a comm. Officer
you can trust.

- Is this a joke?
- No joke.

You're actually accusing me of spying
for the North Koreans?

No one's accusing you of spying,
commander,

but all the transmitters
are in this room.

You have unrestricted access.

Rocky, I've known you for a long time
and I trust you,

but the commander's got a point.

My wife's father died this winter, sir.

The payment for the vacation home
was every nickel he'd saved.

You're wrong about my having
the only transmitters.

This message
could have been piggybacked

onto any outgoing transmission.

From any radio telephone
in the CIC or the Bridge.

There's no privacy in the Bridge.

That leaves CIC.

Why don't you find out who
the CIC watch officer was

at 0900 that morning?

Commander Rabb,
continue your investigation.

In the meantime, Commander
Rockwell stays at his post.

Yes, sir.

CIC, sir.

Skipper.

On my way.

The North Koreans
are putting MiGs in the air.

The salvage vessel
is completely surrounded, sir.

Catanese, send a message
to the captain of the Choson.

This is your final warning.
Stand clear.

Aye, aye, sir.

CAG, let's punctuate that.

Have your Tomcat strafe
across the bow of the Choson.

Aye, aye, sir.

Patch me into the ship's intercom.

You can pick up, sir.

All hands. This is your captain.

You've heard the scuttlebutt.

A commercial airliner
was shot down by accident.

We are investigating the incident.

North Korean navy is attempting
to hinder our investigation.

They're trying to scare us off
with a show of force.

Clearly,
they are making a big mistake.

We will not initiate an attack.

But if they fire upon us again,

we will defend ourselves
using whatever means necessary.

This is exactly
what we've trained for,

each and every one of us.

And I know
that you will perform well.

Good luck

and God bless.

Man, I'd give anything to be
in a Tomcat right now.

Sir, there's a ship-to-ship for you
from the salvage vessel.

- It's Captain Ames.
- Put it on the speaker.

This is Captain Hubbard.
Is that you, Hank?

Yes, it is, Jim.

We've got something here
you should look at.

I'm sending you a video feed.

It looks like
they've found something.

This doesn't appear to be
a commercial airliner.

Give me your best guess, Hank.

It looks like a section
of an IL-76 mainstay.

That's an electronic
surveillance aircraft.

Hank, are you telling me we blew up
a North Korean spy plane?

Looks that way to me, Jim.

Well, don't pull it up
until we get there.

We don't want the North Koreans
to know what we found.

Thanks, Hank. Good work.

Commander,
I'll deal with the North Koreans.

You find the spy aboard my ship
and find him damn quick.

Yes, sir.

XO, this is the captain.
Set condition one.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill.
I say again, this is not a drill.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands to battle stations.

This is not a drill.
I say again, this is not a drill.

So there never was
a commercial airliner.

The North Koreans knew
that there'd be a missile test.

They sent out a spy plane
to gather data.

Then they transmitted
a phoney IFF code

to make themselves look like
an innocent civilian plane

that strayed off course.

But then their own search radar

triggered the missile
that shot them down.

It's like they shot themselves down.

Which is why they didn't want us
to find the wreckage.

Someone aboard ship knew
about the missile test the day before,

sent a coded message to
the North Koreans around 0900,

probably from CIC.

From CIC? What time?

It could have been around 0900,
yes, ma'am.

But like I told you before,
I was only gone for 10 or 15 minutes.

- You went to CIC?
- Yes, sir.

Any chance at operations training,
I take it.

What did you do there?

Well, I went up
to the dead reckoning tracer.

I asked the operations chief
if I could put in some training time.

He gave me 10 minutes
and then I came back here.

- Is there a problem, ma'am?
- No. No problem.

Carry on.

Yes, ma'am. I remember her.

But I can't recall the exact time
she was here.

She said she asked you
about the dead reckoning tracer?

Yes, ma'am, that's right.
She wanted to get some time in.

Is that common?

When newbies come on board,
they're assigned 90 days of mess duty.

They can use their off-duty hours
to learn their operational speciality.

Well, maybe the mess chief
is biting a little too hard.

I mean, after all, the kid
was just trying to be a good sailor.

If I wanted to send a communication
from here, could I do it?

Well, you could send one, major,
but nobody would be able to read it.

You see, all transmissions from here
are encrypted before they go out.

Nobody can break the code.

Well, we've eliminated CIC,
the Comm. Centre and the Bridge.

You know where I'd go if I wanted
to send a message off ship?

The public phone.

Anyone can use them. All you need is
a calling card that you buy at the store.

Could she have sent a message
from one of the phones?

I don't know.
It was a complex signal.

Well, what if she generated
the message beforehand, stored it,

then sent it through the phone
via portable modem.

I suppose it's possible.

The message was sent a few minutes
after she left the galley.

Yeah.

So she goes to CIC, spends two,
three minutes on the tracer as an alibi.

On the way back to the galley,

she stops at this phone,
sends the message.

In all, she's gone 15 minutes.

It's kind of circumstantial to me.
Not that that should bother you.

Can I get a list of all outgoing calls
from the three phones?

Sure.

Names of everyone
who's bought a calling card?

Sir, this fax just came in for Major
MacKenzie from Admiral Chegwidden.

Why don't you give it to her?
She's standing right here.

I called the admiral and requested
background information on Tuppany.

- Wait a minute. This can't be right.
- What?

What's this?

According to the file,
Seaman Alice Tuppany.

I'll call the admiral
and confirm the photo.

I'm going to the galley.

- Can you...?
- I'd be glad to help.

Commander.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

- Commander?
- Who are you?

If you know enough to ask that,
I think you know the answer.

Oh, I know what you are.
I don't know who you are.

- Is that important?
- I think you better come with me.

Just a minute.
Let me put these away.

Don't worry about the sandwiches.
Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Actually,
I think you'd better come with me.

The woman onboard claiming
to be Seaman Tuppany

doesn't match the description
you sent us.

Well, I'm not surprised.
Alice Tuppany is dead.

I just got word.
I sent NCIS looking for her.

Found her body buried
behind her mobile home in San Diego.

She'd been dead for over a month.

Found one shot to the back
of the head with a.22.

I suggest you find this imposter
ASAP.

- Yes, sir.
- And, major,

get security involved. No heroics.

Yes, sir.

Weapons check.
Report to the O-4 level for...

- Suit up, commander.
- I told you, I don't fly.

You don't fly at night.

Daylight, you're a star.

I heard all about you
in the wardroom.

- Where do you think we're going?
- I'll tell you when we're airborne.

Suit up.

How long have you been a spy?

You've been watching too many
'50s movies, commander.

- I'm not a spy.
- You sell military secrets for money.

Well, yeah, for lots of money.

Where did you start out?
The Pentagon?

SECNAV, actually.

I was seeing a guy who turned me
on to "intelligence marketing."

It's very lucrative.

- What happened to Alice Tuppany?
- That was unfortunate.

So you're a murderer?

I killed one person.
How many have you killed?

And a traitor, huh?

I sell information to North Korea,
it's treason.

The government sells weapons to Iraq,
it's foreign policy.

It all depends on your point of view.

We're looking for Commander Rabb.
Have you seen him?

- No, sorry.
- How about Seaman Tuppany?

No, she's gone again.

And I was gonna
forget about the fire,

but now she's in deep trouble.

You haven't got a prayer
of leaving this ship.

I don't need a prayer.

I've got you.

And this.

Can you imagine the damage
this will do on the flight deck?

Put your helmet on, commander.

Be cool, commander.

I hope you have a good grip
on that thing.

Don't play Wyatt Earp, commander.
Keep those heroic impulses down.

Way down.

Excuse me, sir.

Lieutenant Jacobs is scheduled
for this flight.

I know that, petty officer.
Lieutenant Jacobs is down with the flu.

I'm taking his ride.

Sir, may I have your name, please?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

I'll have to check
with Flight Ops, sir.

We are facing a confrontation
with the Korean navy, petty officer.

Just get me in the air and then
you can check with whoever you want.

Yes, sir.

Nicely done.
You just saved that man's life.

Excuse me, sir.
We can't find Commander Rabb

or the woman impersonating
Tuppany.

Well, keep looking, major.
I've got a situation to deal with here.

Sir, the woman's a known killer.

I'm afraid Commander Rabb
is in danger.

All right. Have security initiate
a search of the ship.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Commander,
switch the ejection control to me now.

You have ejection control.

If you even reach
for that ejection switch,

I'll blow us both up.
Do you believe me?

I'm beginning to.

Good. Switch us over to flight control
and don't chat.

Just get us in the air.

This is Red King 301,
up and ready.

Ma'am, I just got word
from the flight deck

that Commander Rabb
is about to take a Tomcat up.

- What?
- Apparently he told the plane captain

that the regular pilot was down.
He's not, but he sure is mad.

Captain? Excuse me, sir.

Commander Rabb
is about to launch.

Who the hell authorised that?

No one, sir. That's my point.
You've gotta stop him.

Get me the air boss
on the horn right now.

I think we're too late, sir.

Angels 10 and climbing.

Come left to heading 295.

What makes you think the Koreans
will have you?

You're more trouble
than you're worth.

Are you kidding?
They're gonna throw me a parade.

I'm bringing them an F-14.

There are two bogies closing in
on the commander.

I make them out
as North Korean MiGs.

Air boss, this is the CAG.
Launch the ready alert.

Get those F-14s in the air now.

Vector F-14s to Commander Rabb.

Aye, skipper.

Firefighter 1 in flight.
Vector 270, angels 15. Gate.

We're approaching
North Korean air space.

Keep going.

I don't think they're gonna be
throwing you a parade.

I'll establish radio contact.

Looks like Commander Rabb
is heading for the Korean peninsula.

- What's his ETA?
- Five minutes, sir.

The plane captain said
that Harm had a female RIO.

All our female RIOs
are accounted for, major.

That's what I was afraid of.

This is Hungnam
to Tower Pyongyang. Over.

I don't hear them answering.

Take us back to the Korean ships.

What? Are you gonna punch out?
You'll never make it.

Just do it.

Yes, ma'am.

Commander Rabb
has changed course.

It looks like he's heading
for the Korean ship.

- What the hell is he doing?
- I'm not sure, sir.

Sir, the MiGs are attacking.

Do not return fire.
I'm raising them on the radio.

I hope they're listening.

Are you hit? Tuppany, are you hit?

Harm, Hawkeye.

Give us a hand getting this MiG
off your tail.

With pleasure, Hawkeye.
Break right. Now.

Nice move, commander.
We got them.

LSO, this is air boss.

Commander Rabb
has a blown canopy.

Roger that, boss.
We'll get him down.

Harm, you're at one quarter mile.

Three-point-five,
you have green deck.

Reprisal, Harm.

Three-point-five, I have the ball.

Roger ball.

Ensign Harriet Sims, please.
Yes, I'll hold.

- Harriet.
- Bud, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What's happened?
It's, like, all over the news.

It's gotten complete coverage
on ZNN.

Yeah, well, Commander Rabb
really came through.

You all did.

You're heroes.

No, I wouldn't say heroes.

I mean, we're just a bunch of people
doing what needed to be done.

Consequences be damned.
Never backing down.

Every man, woman aboard
willing to give their lives.

Hey, Rambo.

Tell Harriet we said hello, huh?

Yeah, it's kind of hard thinking
about going back to a desk after this.

Yeah. Get a taste of danger.