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The man you're picking
up, Said Labdouni,

is the Agency's
highest-level asset in Libya.

He's got information

about their
government's involvement

in the Lockerbie plane crash.

I thought Libya was
coming clean on that.

Yeah, maybe on
alternate Tuesdays.

Well, let's just
hope this mission

goes a little smoother
than the last one.

You didn't enjoy
your brief sojourn

in the Philippine jail?

Harm, I'd like you to
honcho this mission

since Beth did the last one.

No problem.

What are we flying... the AWACS?

No, a C-130.

Why are we flying
a plane that big

to pick up one guy?

It's the only plane available
on such short notice

with sufficient range.

And it can land on
sand and gravel.

Now, soon as it gets dark,

Labdouni will be at
the extraction point...

29'15" north,

18'21" east.

Used to be, uh,

expeditionary airfield
in World War II.

The tower's long since gone.

All that's left is
a gravel runway

in the middle of the desert.

How long?

2,000 feet.

Now, coming into
Libyan air space,

there used to be some soft
spots just west of Al 'Uqaylah.

Used to be?

Khaddafi bought some advanced

radar from the Russians,
plus a bunch of MiG-21s.

So, in other words...

Fly low.

Real low.

We got backup?

What, like a squadron

of F-14s?

Dream on.

You're in the Agency now.

Contingency plan?

Yeah.

Don't get caught.

Lieutenant.

Where's page three?

Excuse me, sir?

The 502 you just handed
me on the Westin case.

There's no page three.

The Xerox must
be acting up, sir.

I'll take care of...

Lieutenant... this is not

some simple Conduct
Unbecoming case.

A seaman belonging to Al-Qaeda

conspired to kill
his fellow sailors.

I understand that, sir.

Then you understand
we can't afford mistakes.

The pretrial hearing
is in 14 hours.

We better be ready.

Commander, may I put
my cards on the table?

What, Lieutenant?

I'm aware that the only reason
you asked me to second-chair

was because the
admiral requested it.

If you'd like me to
step aside, I will, sir.

I just don't want this case
compromised in any way.

Sir, the testimony from
Westin's Al-Qaeda contact

is highly incriminating.

This case is a slam-dunk.

I'll copy page three, sir.

I joined the Navy
to fight Al-Qaeda.

Seaman, the problem is,

there's some pretty strong
evidence against you.

Ma'am, I would never want
to attack my fellow sailors.

They're my brothers.

So, you never belonged to
an Al-Qaeda sleeper cell?

Of course not, ma'am.

The prosecution will point out

that you hid your
conversion to Islam.

I didn't hide it, ma'am.

I just didn't make
a big deal out of it.

I mean, religion's
a private thing.

Nothing's private in the Navy.

Ma'am, some of the guys
can be funny about Muslims.

I just wanted to
stay low-profile.

You know, I'll also have
to explain this, uh, e-mail

that you sent to your cousin
from the base in Bahrain

about how easy it would be

to kill sailors in
the chow hall.

That was just an
observation, ma'am.

Our security in that
chow hall was lousy.

I was afraid somebody
could just walk in there

with an AK-47.

What about the
Al-Qaeda prisoner in Egypt

who says that he went to
Bahrain to meet with you?

I don't know where
they got that, ma'am.

It's totally false. I swear.

I could get the death penalty.

I didn't do anything.

Westin, I'll see you at
the hearing tomorrow.

You'll be transported
from here at 1200.

Ma'am?

Do you believe me?

I don't know what
I believe, Seaman.

That's why I'm still working
this case at midnight.

Guard.

Coast-in point?

Coast-in point in sight.

Two degrees left.

Roger that. Two degrees left.

New heading, one-seven-nine.

Roger. Shutting down

all avionics gear.

Check.

Except passive systems
and radar altimeter.

Better shut that down, too.

We're flying too low for that.

Look, we can't give
the Libyans anything.

We're at 200 feet.

There are hills
that go up to 1,000.

I can see them. Kill it.

Wilco.

A little moonlight,

a little night vision action...

What more could you ask for?

You really want a list?

Hello, Libya.

James Westin...

"I met James Westin three times

on a street corner outside
the American base, at night."

"We talked about
how to kill sailors.

"Westin wanted me to bring him

"sarin nerve gas

so he could release
it in the chow hall."

"Westin said evening
chow on Friday was best.

"We could kill 100 sailors

if we were lucky."

What's that?

What, ma'am?

Pause it.

In the officer's hand.

Get me the Egyptian
security officer

on the phone immediately.

We go before the
judge in one hour.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

Where the hell is this airstrip?

Supposed to be right here.

Uh-oh.

What?

The GPS.

"Slightly less accurate

due to the loss of
one of the satellites."

All right, better make

a 180-degree left turn
and do another flyover.

Oh, well, let's
just send out flares

and make sure the
Libyan Air Force spots us.

Look.

Dot-dash-dot...
that's the signal.

Gear down, Commander.

Let's get our man and get out.

Greetings, my friends.

I can see you like you
were right here beside me.

Hello, Inspector Kamel.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

To my left is Commander Turner,

and on my right,
Lieutenant Roberts.

Nice video system
you have there, sir.

It should be.

You Americans paid for it.

So, how is your
court-martial advancing?

I trust that the information

I obtained from our
prisoner, uh, will prove useful.

Very useful. Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

We're all fighting
terrorism together, eh?

MacKENZIE: Inspector Kamel,
I do have one question for you.

Fire away.

That's how you say
it, right... Fire away?

Yes. Uh, Mr. Kamel,
I noticed on the tape

of Mr. Sabet's, uh, confession,

that you had a small
object in your hand

that looked sort of like
a remote control device.

May I ask what that was?

Bingo. It was a
remote control device.

For what? One moment, please.

This is the remote.

And here is the
belt that goes with it.

Is that a stun belt?

Uh-huh.

We bought these last year,
uh, from a French company.

They work beautifully.

Provide 50,000 volts
for eight seconds.

You used that on Mr. Sabet?

Uh-huh.

And any other cases
where the prisoner

poses a threat to
our national security.

Mr. Kamel, that's torture.

Believe me, this is much
better than our older methods.

With this, the prisoner
suffers no permanent damage,

and the interrogator
doesn't need to use

knives and so forth.

It's still torture.

You are electrocuting
these people.

Forgive me, Colonel MacKenzie,
but, uh, we in the Middle East

have been dealing
with terrorists, uh,

a lot longer than you Americans.

We have learned
that in this war,

one can't afford
to, uh, be soft,

fighting with one hand
tied behind the back.

But I have no doubt, after a few

more years of this,

you will come
around to our ways.

Excuse me, Mr. Kamel, may I
put you on hold for a moment?

Please. Thank you.

You can't use Sabet's testimony.

His testimony is our strongest
evidence against Westin.

Sturgis, he fried the man.

It is pretty disturbing, sir.

Whether you're disturbed
is irrelevant, Lieutenant.

Our courts grant
additional leeway

when interrogations are
conducted outside the US.

But if we start allowing
torture, sir, where do we...?

Not your concern, Lieutenant.

Interrogation by electric
shock violates due process;

it's cruel and
unusual punishment;

it breaks several international
treaties and conventions;

and bottom line: it
is utterly immoral.

It would be more
immoral if we let a terrorist

who plotted to murder
100 sailors go free, Mac.

Commander, it may be that
James Westin is no angel,

but if we condone torture,

then we're stooping
down to the terrorists' level.

You can argue that in
court in less than one hour.

MacKENZIE: 50,000
volts for eight seconds.

The electric current enters here

and travels through
the entire body.

The shock and pain knock
the victim to the ground,

where he twitches uncontrollably

for ten to 15 minutes
as he defecates

and urinates on himself.

That's what they
did to this man, sir.

He was sitting in his own feces

when they taped his confession.

Well...

yeah, that is sickening.

As we all know, this
type of interrogation

is illegal in the United States.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

Given that this, uh,
torture, took place in Egypt,

is Mr. Sabet's

testimony on that
videotape legally admissible?

Absolutely not, sir.

I would argue it's a
gray area, Admiral.

I was there in Paraguay

when they attached
Webb to a car battery.

I can still hear him scream.

Torture is not a gray
area, Commander.

Eight years ago,
the Filipinos tortured

a terrorist named
Abdul Hakim Murad.

He revealed a plot to
crash 11 US airliners

into the Pacific Ocean
and a 12th into Langley.

This information
obtained by torture

probably saved the
lives of literally thousands.

So you tell me, Colonel...

Was torturing Abdul
Hakim Murad wrong?

There are other ways to
get information out of people.

Oh, that's true, sir.

We've foiled a number

of terrorist plots
just by offering

the suspects a reduced sentence.

I, myself, have
gotten information

out of a suspect by
exchanging Star Trek trivia.

May I remind you you're on

the prosecution
side here, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. I'm just
expressing my concerns.

I'm concerned your moral
qualms may prevent you...

When Commander Rabb left,

I thought we were
done with this bickering.

I'm confident the lieutenant
can get past his qualms.

I can assure you I will, sir.

Now, with a major
last-minute issue like this,

you should get a continuance.

I'm afraid not, sir.

The judge won't allow delays.

And there's a problem
with witness availability, sir.

The Egyptian government
flew their prisoner here yesterday

so he can testify at
Westin's court-martial,

but they only agreed to let
us have him for two weeks.

I will argue at the Article 39-A

that he shouldn't
be allowed to testify.

When's the 39-A?

20 minutes, sir.

The media's not
allowed in, sir, but...

They'll be all over
me afterwards.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

By the way,

I'm bringing Commander Imes back

from her post in Europe.

Why, sir?

Replace Commander Rabb.

Nice job.

Thousand feet to spare.

I owe it all to my copilot.

Yeah, well, you
were a little low, but...

Keep the home fires burning.

Be right back.

You got it, boss.

Mr. Labdouni?

Mr. Rabb.

Who are these people?

May I introduce my wife Aziza,

my mother-in-law Ismitta,

my cousin Fadil and his family.

What's going on
here, Mr. Labdouni?

They're coming with
us. No, they're not.

My orders are to
bring you alone.

I am CIA. If I escape to your
country, they'll all be killed!

I'm sorry. I'm authorized
to bring you only.

Harm!

Over there.

What is this, more family?

No.

All right, everybody
in. Come on. Come on!

Get them in. I'll cover you.

Beth, come on.

We got it.

Thanks for the
cover fire back there.

Thanks for waiting for me.

Well, my mom always taught me,

leave the dance with
the girl you came with.

Funny, my mom taught
me the same thing.

MacKENZIE: Your Honor,
Mr. Sabet's testimony

should not be allowed

into evidence.

In Rochin v. California,

the Supreme Court ruled that
it violates the Fifth Amendment

to procure evidence by means
that "shock the conscience."

Now, can there be any
doubt that shocking the body

shocks the conscience?

Rochin applies only
to evidence obtained

by governmental entities within
the United States, Your Honor.

US v. Murphy and US v. French

make clear that evidence
obtained by foreign governments

is held to a different and
far more lenient standard.

That standard does
not permit methods

that run counter to the
decencies of civilized conduct.

Your Honor, in
these trying times,

we cannot lose sight of our
nation's most cherished values

and legal traditions.

The United States Government
has signed several binding

international treaties
that prohibit torture

under any circumstances.

Your Honor, during wartime,

the United States,
like other countries,

has historically resorted
to occasionally brutal tactics

to gather intelligence.

This is no different.

When our enemies begin
targeting US citizens,

the rules change.

Our country is at war now.

Yes, we are, Commander.

And in my judgment, which
is shared by our president,

we'll be at war for
a very long time.

Are you suggesting we
should have new regulations

regarding torture
from here on in?

That larger question is
not before the court today.

With our limited
preparation time...

If I, if I may, sir?

Uh, Your Honor, in general,

the purpose of suppressing
coerced evidence

is to discourage our police

from coercing people in
the future, but in this case,

suppressing the
evidence would do nothing

to discourage the
Egyptian police,

for whom coercion
is common practice.

Furthermore,

the US Government was
not party to the torture.

So if the court
disallowed this evidence,

would it not be penalizing
the United States

for something that it didn't do?

But how can we be sure
this testimony from Mr. Sabet

is even accurate?

Won't people who are being
tortured just say anything?

Mr. Sabet is right down
the hall, Your Honor.

You can judge for yourself.

MacKENZIE: No matter what
testimony Mr. Sabet gives today,

it will still be
hopelessly tainted

by the methods used
to obtain it originally.

Let's hear what
the man has to say.

As'salamu'alaikum.

Walaikum as salaam.

How you doing back here?

Glad to be alive, sir.

Good.

Cute kids.

Thank you, sir.

Sorry about the seating.

The aircraft was configured
for one passenger only.

No problem.

How is everything up front?

Good. We should be
touching down in Malta

in about an hour and a half.

Mr. Rabb!

Your wing's on fire!

We got a fire in number one.

I know.

Got to blow the bottle.

No, no, no, no, hold off.

Let's just shut down engine one.

We may need it later.

Got lucky that time, Commander.

BLAISDELL: Operation Tweezer,

this is B-D-Y.

You have company.

Copy that, B-D-Y.

He must have picked
us up with night vision.

If that's a MiG, they're dead.

600 knots, 12 miles and closing.

Let's run for it.

He's coming too fast.

Maybe we'll lose him
in the ground clutter.

Incoming missiles.

Pickle the flares. Done.

He's at 4:00,
closing at gun range.

We're taking hits.

Let him get a little closer.

And on my cue,

salvo all the
flares on his chaff.

That's not going to do anything
against cannon fire, Harm.

Do it now! But...

Now! All of 'em!

Yes! Yes! Huh?!

Adios, amigo.

Adios, Libya.

We are feet wet.

We're losing oil
pressure on number two.

Bullet must have

cut the line.

Let's try to restart number one.

Could go up in flames again.

Well, we can't fly this thing

with both of our
port engines out.

All right, all
right, you're right.

No flames.

If the engine is damaged,
we got to power down.

I'm already at 55%.

Ah, it's not going
to do us much good.

How much longer you figure
till number two seizes up?

30 minutes max.

Put us out in the middle
of the Gulf of Sidra.

We got to turn around.

We go back, the Libyans
will be waiting for us.

Well, you want to
crash into the gulf?

Mr. Rabb, are we okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're fine.

You, uh, better
sit down, though.

Could be a rough ride.

Yes, sir.

We go back, the Libyans will
kill him and his whole family.

And our options are?

Throttle back on number
two to 50% power.

What? It'll buy us time

before she seizes up.

You think you can
control the plane?

We'll find out.

All right.

Throttling back on number two.

We still don't have
a hell of a lot of time.

Tweezer, this is B-D-Y.

How did you get rid of that guy?

Never mind that, B-D-Y.

We're feet wet, and we
have two port engines

about to die on us.

I copy.

Advise bailout with
copilot and passengers

soon as you're outside
territorial waters.

Can't do that, B-D-Y.

We'll have search-and-rescue
there immediately.

We've got women
and children aboard...

Labdouni's family.
They'd never make it.

How the hell did
they get on the plane?

Had no choice, sir.

I am so glad that you
are such a sweet guy,

because now you
really have no choices.

We have one more.

What are the coordinates
of the USS Seahawk, sir?

Are you serious?

You can't land a
C-130 on a carrier.

Get me the damn
coordinates, sir!

I don't have time for this.

And could you call Washington

and have them help me out
with the Seahawk's captain?

You heard the man.
Get him the coordinates.

Get me Washington!

Mr. Sabet, do you know this man?

His name is James Westin.

And how do you know him?

The amir of my Al Qaeda
cell put us in contact.

I don't know where
he met Westin.

He's dead now.

Did you and Westin
make any plans together?

Westin wanted me
to put sarin nerve gas

in a container that
looked like a lunchbox.

He was going to puncture the box

and leave it on the floor

of the mess hall
at dinner to kill

the maximum number of sailors.

"The maximum number."

Nothing further.

Mr. Sabet, why are
you telling us this?

It's true.

Maybe, maybe not. But
why are you telling us?

Asked and answered, Your Honor.

Were you tortured in Egypt?

I don't know.

Mr. Sabet, didn't
your interrogator

give you at least
ten electric shocks

at 50,000 volts apiece?

I don't remember.

You don't remember
getting electrocuted

and soiling yourself?

Again, Your Honor,
asked and answered.

Move on, Counselor.

Mr. Sabet, are you afraid
that if you say the wrong thing,

that you'll get tortured again

when you go back home?

I am not afraid.

Well, then why do you
keep giving the Egyptian

policemen frightened looks?
- Objection.

That's merely
counsel's interpretation.

And mine, Commander.

Your Honor, not only should

Mr. Sabet's videotaped
testimony be excluded,

but he also shouldn't be allowed

to testify at the court-martial.

Anything he would say

in this courtroom would
be evidence obtained

by threat of torture,

which is just as
illegal as torture itself.

Counsel is
stretching, Your Honor.

Even if one were to
grant Mr. Sabet was afraid,

mere fear does not preclude
a witness from testifying.

Commander, is
Mr. Sabet's testimony

absolutely necessary
to your case?

Without it, Your Honor,

the Government
will not have a case.

Mr. Westin will go free,

and who knows how
many people he'll kill then.

MacKENZIE: Your Honor...

Thank you, Colonel
and Commander.

We'll take a brief recess,
after which I will render

my decision on whether

Mr. Sabet shall be
allowed to testify.

Rabb, you must be
doing something important.

I just got a flash message
from the Joint Chiefs

to provide you all
feasible assistance.

It's a long story, Skipper.

I'm in a shot-up C-130

about 23 minutes out, and
I need to land on your ship.

Do you read me, Cap?

I copy, Rabb, but in
case you haven't noticed,

the C-130 doesn't
have a tailhook.

It's an emergency, sir.

It's also three times
bigger than any aircraft

that's ever landed on my deck.

Why don't you just bail out?

I've got ten souls
on board, sir,

women and children
who are not jump-qualified.

Now, we're 25 minutes
from crashing into the gulf, sir.

I'm not sure the assistance
you're requesting is feasible.

Captain, lives
are at stake here.

I copy that, Rabb,
but not just ten lives.

If your plane crashes
on this deck, starts a fire,

we could lose 5,000.

Sorry to put you in
that position, Captain.

Exactly what is your wingspan?

132 feet, sir.

I'd have to respot
all my aircraft,

in less than 25 minutes.

I'm afraid so, sir.

Lieutenant, notify the air boss

and announce
emergency flight quarters.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stand by, Rabb.

No guarantees, but
we'll give it a shot.

Copy that.

Captain, we're going
to need at least an hour.

Boss, you we have 20 minutes.

Sir, with all due respect...

Don't give me your due respect.

Just move the planes.

Aye, aye, sir.

All hands on the flight deck.

Emergency pull-forward.
We need all aircraft

aft of the island,

with tails extended
off the starboard side.

Any airplanes we
got ready to launch,

we got to kick them out of here.

We've got 20 minutes, people.

This is not an easy decision.

The court shares Colonel
MacKenzie's concern

that a nation that
sanctions torture

is in danger of losing its soul.

But I agree with
Commander Turner

that when torture can save
lives, it has moral value.

If we had a suspect in custody

who had the code to
stop a nuclear bomb,

I think we'd all be in
favor of torturing him.

The court believes that
Mr. Sabet is testifying

under threat of torture.

However, it is not torture
by a government entity

within the United States,

and there is nothing
in the case law,

or in the Military
Rules of Evidence

indicating it's illegal per se

to use evidence
obtained by torture,

against a party other
than the accused himself.

Therefore the court rules that

this witness, Mr. Sabet,
will be allowed

to testify at court-martial.

We'll allow the members
to decide for themselves

whether they believe
Mr. Sabet's testimony is truthful.

This hearing is adjourned.

So you'll let other countries

do your torturing for you?

And you're going to
try and kill a brother.

You're pathetic.

We both know better than that.

You okay?

Shouldn't I be?

So I guess I'm stuck defending
that guy at court-martial.

Nice job, Lieutenant.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thought I had you
guys there for a minute.

You had my back
this time, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Unlike last time.

Commander, Blue Moon.

We're going as
fast as we can here.

Now what setting do
you want on the lens?

Uh, Blue Moon...

stand by.

You're the C-130 expert.

Well, uh, a Vigilante
is the biggest plane

that ever lands on a
carrier, and that's a 4.25.

So maybe... Ah, uh, ah, four.

Give or take.

Blue Moon, we have determined

the ideal lens angle to be 4.0.

You sure about that, Rabb?

Absolutely.

All right, if you say so.

Here... put these on the kids.

Tell them that if
we land in the water,

they should pull
down on the handle.

Hard.

This doesn't sound good.

We're just being careful.

The rest of you,
when we start down,

put your backs against the wall

and brace yourselves.

Do you have any more of these?

No. Just these three.

You're risking
your lives for us?

That's just part of the job.

MacKENZIE: You're not dead yet.

I will be,

when Sabet testifies
at the court-martial.

The fact is, testimony
obtained by torture

is notoriously unreliable.

I'll bring in expert witnesses

to show Sabet's
testimony can't be trusted.

I never should've trusted him.

No, I guess not.

Your expert witnesses
won't do any good.

Everybody's so
scared of terrorism,

they'll convict me
no matter what.

Well, given that you just
indicated you're guilty,

I don't see where you
can really complain.

My only complaint...

ma'am...

is I couldn't do anything useful

before I got caught. Useful?

You know, Colonel, what's
going on in the world today,

it's nothing new.

It's the same struggle our
ancestors went through,

when you brought
us here in chains.

It's the same struggle

our prophet fought for
over 1,000 years ago.

Well, if that's all...

If I plead guilty...

can I escape the death penalty?

If that's what you
want, I'll give it a shot.

I don't want to die.

I can still do our
prophet's work in prison.

And I do want to
be alive to see it

when the great American
empire is destroyed.

Seaman Westin...

whoever taught
you to hate like that...

they should be in prison, too.

Guards.

Paddles, setting
the lens for 4.0.

Roger, 4.0.

Paddles, how's that
number grab you?

Hey, when it comes
to landing C-130s,

I'm still a virgin.

Well, tonight could
be your big night.

Okay, everybody. Clear out!

Landing flaps. Check.

Rudder boost.

Check.

Brakes.

Harm, we have a partial

hydraulic failure.

Oh, no.

We have no brakes.

I already declined, Colonel.

MacKENZIE: Come on, Commander.

Why not spare the Navy

the expense of a trial?

Seaman Westin is prepared

to accept life in prison.

Aiding the enemy, conspiring
to murder 100 sailors.

That's the kind of crime

the death penalty
was invented for.

He never even carried it out.

Through no fault of his own.

Look, he's a kid

who fell in with
the wrong people.

He's 21.

No prior record.

He went to some radical mosque

where he was
brainwashed, indoctrinated...

Tell that to the men and
women he tried to kill.

He's a traitor to his
country in a time of war.

What the hell has
gotten into you, Sturgis?

Last week you wanted
to throw a guy in the brig

for refusing to kill
a ten-year-old boy.

And now-now you're
being hard-nosed

to the point of absurdity.

Colonel?

See you both in my office.

Yes, sir.

Close the hatch.

MacKENZIE: I'm sorry, sir.

I damn sure hope you
conducted yourselves

in the courtroom
with more decorum.

I believe we did, sir.

I take it by your,
uh, tone of voice

you lost your argument
today, Colonel?

Yes, sir, but that's not

what we were
discussing just now.

Commander Turner has
declined any plea bargain.

Well, evidently,
he feels confident.

My client is prepared

to accept a sentencing
recommendation

of life in prison,

but Commander Turner
finds that insufficient.

I do indeed, sir.

Let me ask you
something, Sturgis.

In today's hearing,

you essentially
supported torture...

Not an accurate
statement of my position.

Even though you would
probably never want

to torture somebody yourself.

And now you want to send
him to the electric chair,

even though you would
probably never want

to flip the switch yourself.

There are many
things I don't want to do.

Nevertheless, they
have to be done.

I see no inconsistency in that.

I agree with you, Commander.

Colonel, I'd like to speak to
the commander a moment.

Yes, sir.

Have a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Congratulations on
winning your argument today.

Thank you, sir.

You know, uh, personally...

I would love to
see this guy fry.

I think I'm hearing a
"but" somewhere, sir.

Now, I know you've been
under a certain amount of stress

since, uh, your misconduct case.

I'm dealing with it, sir.

Now, I think you might be trying

a little too hard

to prove yourself
all over again.

I don't think
that's the case, sir.

Well, I do, so I want you
to know, Commander,

you don't have to
prove yourself to me.

Thank you, sir.

Now about this
plea bargain case.

I assume you've
considered the possibility

that if you go to court-martial,

Seaman Westin could,

by some unforeseen
turn of events,

be found innocent.

And if this man were to
be let out on the street,

it would be a disaster.

Are you saying you
want me to agree

to this plea bargain, sir?

No, Commander.

I'm saying, use
your best judgment.

And don't worry
about anything else.

That will be all.

Thank you, Admiral.

If you're still offering
life in prison...

I accept.

We'll only have
600 feet to land in.

That'll have to be enough.

How do we stop this thing
with no brakes and no tailhook?

Horsepower.

As soon as we cross the ramp,

you're going to slam all
engines into full reverse thrust.

Our approach is 105.

If we go down to zero
power all at once...

It'll be a hell of a bang.

We could decrease the
approach speed by dumping fuel.

All right, we could
jettison all but...

A thousand pounds?

A thousand pounds. Do it.

Commander, this is Blue Moon.

What's your optimum
wind over the deck?

I want it all, Skipper.

Uh, the best the ship
can give you is 42 knots.

Well, what about natural wind?

We're calm down here.

Three knots at best.

We'll turn into it, sir.

We need every knot we can get.

Is there something you're
not telling me, Rabb?

Nothing we can't
handle, Skipper.

Rabb, you're asking me
to put my men in danger.

I need to know what
the hell is going on.

We're having problems
with our brakes, sir.

We're planning to stop
using reverse thrust

and a stiff headwind.

You're kidding me.

We can do it, sir.

You are a fire
waiting to happen.

Look, sir, we've jettisoned all

but a thousand pounds.

We can jettison more
just before we land.

That would help.

Out.

Boss, we going to get
the planes out in time?

Hard to say, sir.

Better put up the barricade.

Can't do that, sir.

Stop telling me
what you can't do!

Sir, we checked
the C-130's specs.

The steel cable at the top
of the barricade could come

through the cockpit window

and pose a serious
threat to the crew.

Right. Good thinking, Boss.

Six degrees right.

Roger. Six degrees right.

Sorry about that.

How much longer, Beth?

Six minutes. How you holding up?

I'm getting a bit of a workout.

I used all the
rudder trim I have,

but this aircraft keeps
wanting to yaw to port.

Let me back you on the controls.

What now?

Landing gear.

Which one?

Starboard main. Not locked.

Used the blowdown bottle. Roger.

Nothing.

I'll go get it down.

Labdouni?

Yes?

Come here. What?

I want you to do exactly

what I'm doing.

Here.

Like this.

Whatever happens, don't stop.

Come here, right now.

As fast as you can.

We don't want to
have to land this thing

without wheels.

Faster, and when this red light

goes on,

go back and brace yourself.

Okay?

Okay.

There she is.

Blue Moon,

I have you in sight.

Five miles astern.

600 feet.

Roger, keep it coming for now.

All engines ahead flank.

Engines ahead, flank high.

Captain Johnson.

We should strip the wires, sir.

Why, Boats? We're
running out of time.

Sir, the wires might snap
off the C-130's nose gear.

Okay, Boats, go for it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Everybody, listen up!

Still no wheels?

No wheels.

Okay... Flaps.

We have wheels.

I've got three down and locked.

Nice.

Blue Moon...

Hercules

ball point-five.

Roger, ball.

Captain Johnson,
are you ready for us?

Stand by, Commander.

Boats, are the wires stripped?

They will be, sir.

Boss, how's the deck?

We have a 'ready deck, ' sir.

Paddles, how's it look?

I can't really tell, sir.

I need a yes or no now.

Captain, I give it a...

yes.

Keep it coming, Commander.

Roger, sir.

Dump 200 pounds more.

No turning back now.

Throttle back a little
on three and four.

We're headed down,
leave one and two as is.

Roger that.

Stall warning.
You're a little slow.

Glad it wasn't my hand.

Repeat, all hands,
clear the flight deck.

Everybody clear the decks.

Watch out. There's
a little burble.

Got it, Paddles.

Harm, two is flaming out!

Hang on, everyone!

Now, now, now!

Yes!

Whoo!

Whoo!

B-D-Y.

We made it.

Yes, yes!

Thank you, Miss.

Thank you.

Thank you for flying with us.

We hope you enjoyed your flight.

I told you they
could do it, Boats.

Respectfully, Captain,
you said no such thing.

Oh, no.

What?

The TV crew.

We're reporting to you from
aboard the USS Seahawk,

in the Gulf of Sidra.

This was the scene
20 minutes ago

when Harmon Rabb, Jr.
And an unidentified copilot,

along with the crew
of the Seahawk,

completed an incredible feat...

Safely landing a
huge C-130 transport

aboard this aircraft carrier.

We don't have any details
yet on what Mr. Rabb,

formerly with the
US Navy, was doing

or what prompted this landing,

but as soon as we
have those details,

we'll pass them on to you.