JAG

I'm two, three times a year, and for that, you risk missing my wedding?

I don't consider it a risk.

Commander Harmon Rabb, Commander Stacey Loftness, Airline ISO.

Commander?

You're a jag?

Most of the time.

How many strings do you pull to get back in this fleet?

I earned my way, Commander.

We still have our night traps to qualify.

Are you worried?

No.

I'm having fun.

Gonna miss it.

Miss it?

I met a guy.

Oh, yeah?

Was it his idea for you to give up flying?

You left.

Hey, part of me still lives here on a carrier.

Is that why you're missing your best friend's wedding?

I'll be there.

What?

You look so beautiful.

Ariadne's here for the wedding.

I'm so happy for you.

Looks like we caught a break, Commander.

Yeah, let's get out of here before the Air Boss changes his mind, huh?

I'm with you.

Last time I did this, I was 18 and drunk.

Last time I did it, I was 24 and sober.

Same results.

Learn from your mistakes and move on, alright?

Sir, you've, uh, never remarried.

Oh, I'm talking about you.

Good Lord, don't use me as a barometer for anything.

You just do that?

Negative.

What happened?

We've got a red light.

Light system filter.

Disengaging altitude hold.

It's bumpy out here, Harm.

You sure you want to fly her on your own?

No choice.

Colonel.

Mick.

Mick, yours, like any right union on this planet, was a matter of destiny.

I'm lost for Skype and justice now!

Position yourself!

Good luck, Hart!

I'll just pass through to Captain Ingalls, the skipper on board the carrier Patrick

Hendrick, Commander Rabb and his Rio, Lieutenant Hawks, got in some trouble on a bingo to Andrews.

They were believed to have gone down at sea.

Harmon's trying to get back in time with the ceremony.

Air Ops, notify FAA and the Coast Guard that we're commencing search and rescue operations.

Uh, I see there's 100 feet.

The swell's now about 30.

How lucky do you feel, Lieutenant?

Piece of cake, Skipper.

Sir.

Sir,

it's Lieutenant Hawks, sir.

She's on board.

Any sign of Commander Rabb?

No, sir.

We can't find him.

I.

Don't understand, boss.

Commander Rabb should have been within a quarter mile of me.

Lieutenant, what was your heading at ejection?

Um, roughly north by northwest.

We were at 275 knots.

In this storm, set and drift are 7 knots and 135 degrees true, Skipper.

That would put Commander Rabb anywhere in this area.

That's 1,800 square miles, sir.

Tiner, give me CNN on number two and the Navy and Marine Corps news on number three.

Yes, sir.

Gunny, I need the charts for the Western Atlantic.

I'm on it, Lieutenant.

And the rolling bulletin board.

Aye, sir.

Thank you.

Tables, chairs, and linens arrived at the hall 45 minutes ago.

They're unloading the flowers as we speak.

Why don't we wait and see?

We'll see what happens before we postpone the wedding, Sarah.

If they find him in the next few hours...

They'll take him to sickbay and we'll be waiting for a report on his condition.

Have to make some phone calls?

I'll do it.

No, I'll do it.

You stay on top of it.

I'll warm your dinner.

Storm's hazing and Captain Neal's resuming the search in a Viking.

If they find the commander, they've got a Seahawk standing by.

If, sir?

Sittling's low, visibility's poor, Lieutenant.

There's.

An emergency beacon, sir.

If it's out, we'd have to pass within 50 meters to find him.

What about your radar, Commander?

Fuzzed out, sir.

The sea state's too high.

We're just picking up spray.

Gunny, I'm trying to get Harm's mother's phone number off the computer, and the cursor froze.

Could you help me, please?

Are you planning on calling her, Renee?

Yeah.

I think we should wait until we have news.

We have news.

That's incomplete.

She has a right to know.

What is conditioned is we don't have that information yet.

She might want to fly out, bud.

How would that help the Commander?

Ow!

Any luck yet?

Hey, um, close the door.

I've been ignoring you.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

No.

Well, Mac gets harm.

Isn't he, like, invincible?

Chloe, it doesn't look good.

What?

You don't talk like that.

No, I'm just being realistic.

I don't understand you.

I thought you'd already be trying to find him.

He's in the middle of the ocean.

No, like you found me.

When I was thrown by my horse in the woods.

Try and see what happens.

I was on a plane.

I was dreaming.

I saw lightning hitting a tree.

I can't do this, Chloe.

Keep trying.

I need your help.

Well, the latest reports have the Viking moving south.

Any particular reason?

Well, not that I can tell.

Unless they're following the currents south, but...

Look here.

She has identified a position on the ocean chart.

Sir, with all due respect, I'm trying to get the best use out of my search assets.

Hold on.

Colonel, I know you've done this once before, but... But the skipper has a better plan, sir.

Captain, the colonel has a history of success with this.

Believe me, if it was anyone else at all, I'd be skeptical, too.

The coordinates, sir?

35 degrees, 15 minutes north latitude, 73 degrees, 28 minutes west longitude.

I'll put the suggestion into the mix, Admiral.

Thank you, Captain.

His call.

Thanks for trying, sir.

Boss, where's the Viking?

Here, sir.

Viking, this is the captain.

I've got some coordinates for you.

Aye, sir.

I'm at 100 feet.

Visibility low.

Commencing search.

Nothing.

Viking, do you read?

Aye, sir.

It's an empty raft, sir.

There's no one in the water.

We'll continue the search, but I don't think I have to explain what an abandoned raft indicates.

Well, thanks for sticking with us, Skipper.

Aye, sir.

Colonel Mckenzie?

Yes, sir.

I don't know what it is you have working, but it's one hell of a gift.

Failed, Captain.

Blame it on timing?

It's one area of my life I never questioned, sir.

Yes, well, uh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We'll keep you abreast.

Thank you, Captain.

Hey, I've been looking for you.

We thought we had harm, but it was only his raft.

Well, then he must be close.

All right, lie down, sir.

I'll have you a dinner.

I'm not hungry.

Do you want some tea?

Okay.

I don't know what to tell you, Nick.

She's dealing with it in her own way.

That's the problem, sir.

Hi.

Hi.

Where's your son?

He's at your feet.

Oh.

Why?