03x24 - To Russia with Love

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "JAG". Aired: September 23, 1995 – April 29, 2005.*
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03x24 - To Russia with Love

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(train whistle blowing)

(man speaking Russian)

(jet engine whooshing overhead)

(man speaking Russian)

(sighs)

(speaking Russian)

Viktor.

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)

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 g*n
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 w*r.

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,
k*ll 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 d*ed 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)

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 sh*t down
flying what your Navy called

an "iron hand" mission.

Do you know what that is?

It's a mission designed
to k*ll Sam m*ssile 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 m*ssile 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 b*rned
into my memory for 28 years.

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

(speaking Russian)

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 w*r

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 w*r 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)

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

Russian.

Well, isn't this
a coincidence?

Isn't it?

Whose idea was it?

Mine and the 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?

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.

(speaking Russian)

(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 sh**t 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.

(speaking Russian)

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 g*n?

(speaking Russian)

Get the door.

(grunting)

(spring breaks)

I can't sleep.

Yeah, me neither.

So, I had good idea, huh?

Thank you.

Privet, 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.

We can'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.

(speaking Russian)

(Russian folk music plays)

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 d*ed.

He escaped.

My father escaped in 1980?

If he

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'll leave
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)

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 m*llitary.

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 sh*t.

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 m*llitary 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)

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?

Tell him to come down.

(speaking Russian)

(whistles)

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.

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

sh*t 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)

(engines whooshing)

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.

(buzzing)

Is that what I think it is?

Yup.

What do we do?

Pray.

m*ssile inbound.
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