JAG

JAG "Pilot / A New Life: Part 1 & Part 2" Original Air Date on September 23, 1995

ANTONIO, ANDIAMO.

ANDIAMO.

SI, PAPA.

PAPA!

PAPA...

Man: CAG, Hawkeye. No-fly violators

vectoring on us

with hostile intent.

Engage and destroy.

ON OUR WAY.

What do we have, Lieutenant?

TWO TARGETS, CAG, 70 MILES.

CLOSE RATE 1,200 KNOTS.

LOOKS LIKE MIG-21s.

YOU HAVE THEM ON VIDEO?

NEGATIVE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY'RE FISHBEDS?

EDUCATED GUESS, CAG.

PREVIOUS SERB NO-FLY VIOLATORS HAVE BEEN FISHBEDS.

WE DON'T GUESS IN THIS MAN'S NAVY, LIEUTENANT ARUTTI.

NO, SIR!

PHOENIX ARE FIRE AND FORGET.

YOU CAN SHOOT THEM ANY TIME, CAG.

DID I REQUEST A PHOENIX?

NO, SIR.

STRAND THEM DOWN.

BUT, SIR..!

IS YOUR INTERCOM MALFUNCTIONING?

NO, SIR.

PHOENIX STANDING DOWN.

WE'RE BEING PAINTED.

I HAVE EARS.

20 MILES. PICKING THEM UP ON VIDEO.

TWO FISHBEDS

ARMED WITH ATOLLS, SIR.

COMBAT SPREAD.

I'll take them both.

Cover my six.

ROGER THAT.

WE'RE TAKING THEM ON ALONE?!

YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, LIEUTENANT?

TEN MILES!

THEY'VE LOCKED ON!

YOU EVER BEEN IN KNIFE FIGHT?

MISSILES INBOUND!

WHERE'S THE OTHER BOGIE?

I...

I LOST HIM!

Bogie on your six, CAG.

HOW WE DOING. LIEUTENANT?

LIEUTENANT, ARE YOU WITH ME?

TO HELL AND BACK, SIR.

TO HELL AND BACK.

Arutti: Gear down.

135 on the glide path.

511 TOMCAT, BALL.

ROGER, BALL!

Man: You're down and locked.

Hook down.

135 ON GLIDE PATH.

SUNSET 112, BALL.

Man: Roger, ball.

CONGRATULATIONS, SIR.

I TAKE IT THE WORD IS OUT.

YOU BET.

CHIEF, IF I BAGGED A KLINGON

I BELIEVE YOU'D KNOW WHAT FLAG TO PAINT ON IT.

KLINGONS ARE EASY, SIR.

A ROMULAN WARSHIP...

THAT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM.

THEY'RE INVISIBLE.

CONGRATULATIONS ON BUSTING YOUR CHERRY, LIEUTENANT.

I'M SORRY, MA'AM.

IT'S JUST A TERM WE USE

WHEN YOU GET YOUR FIRST KILL.

I'M FAMILIAR WITH THE TERM, CHIEF

AND I SUGGEST YOU COME UP

WITH SOMETHING MORE APPROPRIATE FOR TODAY'S NAVY.

YES, MA'AM.

SIR!

SIR, MAY I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU BEFORE DEBRIEFING?

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I DIDN'T USE THE PHOENIX.

Y-YES, SIR.

WHAT'S A PHOENIX MISSILE COST, LIEUTENANT?

A MILLION DOLLARS, SIR.

YOU THINK A COUPLE OF CAMEL JOCKEYS

ARE WORTH THAT KIND OF MONEY?

SERBS DON'T RIDE CAMELS, SIR.

THEY FLY LIKE THEY DO.

SIR, THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN

WHY WE TOOK THEM ON ALONE.

I WANTED TO SEE IF YOU HAD THE GUTS FOR A KNIFE FIGHT

AND YOU DON'T.

THAT'S NOT FAIR, SIR.

WELL, HELL, I DON'T HAVE TO BE FAIR, LIEUTENANT.

I'M THE CAG.

WAY TO SMOKE 'EM, GIRL... UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL.

POW!

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM, PAINTER.

CAG DID.

DON'T BE GIVING THE CHAUFFEUR CREDIT.

WHY NOT? HE DESERVES IT.

HEY, ANGELA, YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M OKAY.

WHY WOULDN'T I BE?

YOU JUST MADE THE C TIME MAGAZINE.

I THOUGHT TIME? PLAYBOY.

MACE, YOU'RE SUCH A JERK.

SEE, THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.

YOU KNOW WHAT, PARD?

I THINK THE LADY WET HER PANTIES UP THERE.

ANGELA?

NO WAY, MAN.

SHE'S ICE.

YEAH, WELL, ICE MELTS WHEN IT GETS HOT.

Arutti: Phoenix are fire and forget.

You can shoot them any time, CAG.

Did I request a Phoenix?

No, sir.

Stand it down.

But, sir...

Is your intercom malfunctioning?

No, sir.

We're being painted.

I have ears.

20 miles. Picking them up on video.

Two Fishbeds armed with Atolls, sir.

Combat spread. I'll take them both.

We're taking them on alone?!

You have a problem with that?

Ten miles.

They've locked on.

You ever been in a knife fight, Arutti?

Missiles inbound!

YOUR TURN, RIPPER.

COME ON.

DON'T LET HER BEAT YOU!

DON'T LET HER!

THAT'S THE THIRD BOTTLE OF JACK

YOU OWE ME THIS CRUISE.

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE UP?

NEVER.

CASSIE MAY BE RIPPED, BUT SHE STILL SQUATS

AND NO SQUATTER'S GOING TO OUT-PRESS ME.

WELL, THIS ONE DID.

GOT TO BE A TRICK.

MAYBE SHE WANTED IT MORE.

SHE'S ON ROIDS, KEETER.

THEY'D SHOW UP IN HER FLIGHT PHYSICAL.

YOU'RE SAYING THE FLIGHT SURGEON'S LOOKING THE OTHER WAY?

NAVY'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE SQUATTERS LOOK GOOD.

THERE ARE LIMITS, RIP.

NO, THERE'S NOT.

HEY.

I JUST TOOK RIPPER FOR ANOTHER BOTTLE OF JACK.

WHY DO YOU DO IT?

IT'S GOING TO GET YOU MORE WAVE-OFFS.

A TV REPORTER'S COMING TO INTERVIEW YOU.

I DON'T WANT TO BE INTERVIEWED.

EVERYBODY IN WHEELING, WEST VIRGINIA

WILL SEE YOU ON THE TUBE, INCLUDING YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM.

MY FOLKS WORRY ENOUGH ABOUT ME.

WHY DON'T THEY INTERVIEW CAG?

THE ANCIENT MARINER?

THEY WANT THE FEMALE WARRIOR

WHO SMOKED TWO MIGS.

I DIDN'T SMOKE 'EM.

THE ANCIENT MARINER DID.

DAMMIT, ANGELA!

I CAN'T TAKE CREDIT FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO.

YOU DIDN'T SCREW THE POOCH UP THERE, DID YOU?

NO.

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

I DON'T...

I DON'T WANT TO BE A BLURB ON THE EVENING NEWS.

UNTIL TODAY

THE ONLY FEMALE AVIATORS THE PRESS TALKED TO

WERE GETTING THEIR SIXES GRABBED AT TAILHOOK.

WE NEED BLURBS LIKE YOU.