JAG

Although he was declared Mia, I never gave up hope.

And after 28 years, I found a former KGB officer who told me my dad was transferred to Siberia as a POW.

He said he had proof that my father was still alive.

No!

What do you intend to do?

Go to Russia.

Find him.

Do you realize that the odds of your father being alive are practically non-existent?

Discovering an American POW on our soil would be disastrous.

The closer you come, the more danger you're in.

If the information you had were true, I'd do my best to keep it secret.

I don't think you'll find your father, Harmon.

But if you do, you'll want to be the first to know.

I hope he's alive.

I hope he's alive.

In 1980, he was transferred to Beloyka, northern Siberia, where...

He died.

He escaped.

Does Major Sokol know of the photograph I sent you, Commander?

Yes.

Did you tell him I sent it?

No.

Good.

You're being set up, Rabb.

Major Sokol and Colonel Pawlowski are the same animal.

They're both former KGB.

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.

Well, we've got a pilot.

What's going on?

American spies stole your plane.

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 burned too much fuel down this low.

Keep your eyes on our six.

I'm going to try and get this radar working.

Suck it up, Marine.

I got the radar working.

Hang on.

Yes, Commander.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah.

What do we do?

What do we do?

Pray.

Won't ever make it all this.

I'm going to.

Missile inbound.

They missed.

Those are heat seekers.

We got between them and the sun.

It's a bigger target.

Here they come again.

I won't fool them twice.

Can't we fight back?

We're not armed.

All I have is spit.

I don't even have that.

The Russian Air Deffence Command announced this afternoon

that a that a Mig 29, flown by two American naval

aviators, collided with a migrating flock of geese and disintegrated in midair.

The incident happened overnight.

Over Lake Uchensokye.

It couldn't be them, could it?

Of course not.

The identities of the two officers, a Navy Lieutenant Commander and a Marine.

Corps Major, are being withheld pending notification of next of kin.

I don't believe it.

It's been confirmed by our embassy in Moscow.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie were killed

while taking a demonstration ride in a MiG-29.

Rabb wasn't in Russia to take a joyride, sir.

Evidently, he met a Major Nikolai, who took him for a check ride in a MiG-29.

Then let him take Major MacKenzie up.

Major Nikolai was flying their wing

when he saw the MiG strike a flock of migrating geese and disintegrate in mid-air.

The Russians are very embarrassed.

The Russians are lying, sir.

To what end, Admiral?

Maybe if Harm found his father, the Russians don't want us to know it.

Don't sail into those waters, A.J.

It could scuttle your career.

What the hell with my career?

If Rabb found his father in Russia, we need to know it.

This country needs to know it.

This country needs to know the truth.

Going public with Rabb's fantasies would only raise false hopes among M.I.A.

families who have suffered far too much.

You don't have to worry about me going public, Mr. Secretary.

Thank you.

But Rabb did visit his mother before he left.

Oh, God.

You'll handle it.

Yes, sir.

When are they shipping the bodies home?

They haven't found them yet.

What?

What was left of the MiG crashed in Lake Uchensokye.

It's quite deep.

They're dragging for the bodies, but they may never recover them.

Webb, Harm and Mac are the closest things to friends you've got.

What really happened?

Admiral, everything I'm telling you, I got straight from Ernie McGill,

our chief of station in Moscow.

What didn't you tell me?

Let it go, A.J.

Not until I know the truth,

and apparently the only way to get that is to be on the next flight to Moscow.

Admiral, you are not going to Moscow.

Mr. Secretary, with all due respect, sir, you don't want to try to stop me.

That's what you get when you make an admiral out of a seal.

He must be the one they're searching for.

Maybe they'll give us a reward for finding him.

A reward?

Russians?

They'll blame the crash on us.

Kill me, rape you, take Vlad, and burn our wagon.

Getting out of here.

We can't leave him hanging there.

He's a Russian.

I want the silk.

Yeah, I'm a little woozy.

Must have hit something punching there.

Lost my helmet.

I don't remember much after that.

Saw this guy coming at me with a knife.

They were trying to help.

Anything broken?

Just my ego.

Never been shot down before.

You were shot down?

You speak English.

We were raised in England.

You were American spy pilots.

No.

Too bad.

American spy pilots have gold coins for those people that helped them.

I'm afraid all we have is $100 bills.

Lots of them.

We issue them to both the load-off.

Bushido is engine room.

That's Mark.

What if he's the one who had a shot down?

I thought you.

Were going to turn us in.

For a second, I almost did.

I knew this would be my lucky day.

How's that?

You're American, boss.

I like Americans.

They're not cheap like the British or the Germans or the French.

Who are the worst of all?

They give you these petite tips and insult you while they do it.

You know, I hate to disillusion you, um... Alexei?

Alexei, but, uh, I don't tip.

You make jokes, huh?

Don't you need to know where we're going?

I figured you'd tell me when you're ready.

Meantime, the meter's running.

That is true.

American Embassy.

Sure thing, boss.

According to Major Nikolai, who was flying their wing, they went down here,

in Lake Archinskoia.

The Russians have recovered some wreckage, but no bodies.

Has anybody from the Embassy interviewed this Major Nikolai who witnessed the accident?

I did.

In Lubyanka Prison, where he's under military arrest for permitting an unauthorized flight.

You believe him?

I believe he's in trouble.

He had a real sweat working.

Admiral, the Russians have heard rumors as to why Commander Rabb was here.

So far, their inquiries have been unofficial, and my job is to keep them that way.

If you're conducting an investigation, no matter how unofficial, it makes that near impossible.

Mr. Gill, I don't give a damn about your job.

I'm here to find out what happened to my people, and by God, that's what I'm going to do.

Webb said you'd be a bear.

Well, you ought to know.

He also said to make that little speech, and when it didn't work, offer you every assistance.

Webb said that?

Yes, sir, but there is a quid pro quo.

There always is with Webb.

You keep a low profile and report anything you learn to me.

Mr. McHugh, are you recruiting me for the CIA?

It's Ernie, Admiral.

And yes, I am.

He's in the embassy.

Don't worry, sir.

He's in my pocket.

Hitler tried to exterminate us.

Then Stalin.

We're a hard people to kill.

Some of us escaped to England.

The rest east to Siberia.

Now that the Soviet Union is gone, my sister and I are going to join the Roman wandering there.