This entire organization is on stand-down...
...pending an Article 32 investigation for massive criminal action...
...and war crimes by members of this command.
My husband's a proud soldier but a poor excuse for a man.
He beats his wife. Tell people whatever you want.
- Explain this. - What did you do?
Did you sign the divorce petition yet?
- No. - Would you do that, please?
I thought we could actually save our marriage. I'll file it.
- What is this? - Your admission to the stated charges.
The Uniform Code of Military Justice require- Ah!
We shut down the prison ship, stopped executions.
The Unit's being reinstated.
- For now. - For as long as we hold the evidence.
What do you think, sergeant? Be ready by the end of the week?
If it takes that long, you need to fire me and get someone who knows their job.
All right, then, I'll get out of your hair. Have a good one.
We can't possibly finish that soon. This is a two-week job, at the least.
- You heard what I told the colonel. - Yeah, but-
We'll be in operation by sundown tomorrow...
...or I'll have your guts for garters.
Hey, sweet thing. What you got whooping?
You, that's what's whooping.
Facial spa and a romantic night for two at the Royal Arms?
- And who gave those to you? - Found them in my coffee.
Well, I will have you know, madam, that I'm a happily married man.
Jonas, it's a wonderful gift. Why now?
It's time we start eating our dessert first.
It surely is.
Go for Blane.
I hate that phone.
Coffee's on the counter.
- Thanks for the loan of the couch. - Long as you need it.
First priority today is to get my own hooch.
I heard there's a vacancy down at that complex by the gate.
That place?
Dude, it's full of lieutenants and other small children.
Maybe they could use a little adult supervision.
- Like you could give it to them? - Ha, ha, ha.
Love to schmooze, dudes.
I gotta pick up some stuff from the house...
...before I get a new domicile.
I'll catch you later.
Don't forget to write.
Hey, Molly.
- You're staying after all. - Yes, that's right.
- I'm glad. I truly am. - I gotta go, babe. Hey, Mol.
Bob. Feeling better?
- Tummy calmed down? - Well, um...
- Nausea? - Knocked up again.
- You'd think she'd learn. - Can't you give the poor woman a rest?
Not with that face, no. Barefoot and pregnant wins the race.
Later, babe.
- And life returns to its normal rounds. - Looks like it.
It surely does.
What you doing, Dad?
Your mom was supposed to leave some things out for me.
- What sort of things? - Bedspread, towels, sheets.
- Dad? - Yeah?
Why are you moving out?
Come here.
Jen. Darling, I love you.
I love your sister. And I love your mom.
- And I always will. - Then stay.
You know what? This is just for a while. I'm gonna be back.
And this is kind of like the times that I had to go before, you know?
Hey.
- What are you all up to? - Just getting some things.
- Hey, don't- That's not nailed down. - Ahh!
- Dad! Are you okay? - Get it off my leg.
- Daddy. Are you okay? - Tiffany!
- Get it off my leg. - Grab the other side.
You're caught.
- Okay. Okay. - Daddy!
Get help! My daddy's hurt!
Daddy! Somebody help!
- It's okay. It's okay. - The Gerhardts are at it again.
It's okay. It's okay. It doesn't hurt. It's just some scars.
MPs, I'm reporting a domestic disturbance in Belleau Wood.
Yes, it sounds violent.
- What do we know, sir? - Prelim info only.
Pine Bluff Arsenal, Arkansas, reports a missing weapon.
- Some old nerve-agent bomb. - Hell of a thing to miss.
- I'm with you. - It's the arsenal's job to destroy those.
Stuff's been around forever, some since the Second World War.
- Could've got lost. - Or worse.
- They have had inventory glitches before. - That's right.
Something gets misplaced in the wrong bunker.
We're the closest response element. Got a chopper on the pad.
Hustle down. See what you can make of this.
Then we're away.
Fare thee well.
- What are the rabbits for? - Canaries in the mineshaft.
Uh-huh.
- And the rabbits? - That's what I mean. Same thing.
They're more sensitive than any detector.
At the faintest whiff of agent, the rabbits die.
That's cold.
They wanted a better job, should've got their diploma.
So how bad is this stuff?
VX nerve agent is the deadliest material mankind has ever devised.
Tiniest drop on the skin kills on contact.
You blast it into a spray, it becomes a rain of death.
- What sane person would go near it? - Exactly. No sane person would.
- That's what concerns me. - Tracks show four men, maybe five.
They used a forklift to get the thing on the truck and drove away.
- Major, anything on this truck? - APB with all police.
MPs saw the truck drive out this morning.
MPs didn't stop it?
Their orders are to check vehicles coming in, not going out.
Uh-huh.
A twenty on that vehicle.
Sir, sheriff has a fix on the truck. Says a deputy has eyes on it.
Tell them to seal the area, but do not approach.
No one in, no one out. Dr. Randall, no choice. You're with me.
- Agent Greenbaum? - Yeah. What you got, deputy?
Truck in question's parked next to the hangar.
- We've stayed back. - Any movement?
- None so far. - Any other way in here?
No, sir, but if you go around the-
- Hey. - Get down.
- Under the wing. The nerve agent. - Don't shoot it.
Man down! Officer down!
We've got a man down.
Go!
- Give him cover fire. - Go for the roof.
- You want me to go with him? - Go.
Reloading!
I don't care who's right, who's wrong.
But I do care about peace and order within this command...
- Yes, sir. - ...which command includes housing.
You will move until further notice...
...into the bachelors' NCO quarters, where you will reside-
- We weren't fighting. - MPs were called...
...to a domestic disturbance in your home.
It was not the first time.
NCO quarters, where you will reside until I consider a more permanent action.
- I was moving to an apartment off post. - Rescinded. You will live in the BEQ.
And you will not, you will not, until I deign otherwise...
...be allowed in your house unless accompanied by an escort.
- Yes, sir. - One more incident.
The MPs have to be called again...
...and, Mrs. Gerhardt, I will terminate those quarters.
I will move you out of that house and off this base.
And, yes, I most certainly can do that.
Following which, sergeant, I'll have you standing here...
...at which time I will make adjustments on your scorecard and permanent record.
- Clear? - Yes, sir.
Clear.
This is Tom Ryan.
Okay. Roger that. Keep me advised.
Mack, get to the TOC. Kayla will fill you in.
Make something happen. I'll be with you soon as I can.
Yes, sir.
Tom, if we could just talk, I know that we could work it so that-
Good day, Mrs. Gerhardt.
I need air sectionals for the region.
Put them up on the walls and get me another phone line in here.
Adelman, when's that commo net coming up?
I think that-
- Snake Doctor, over. - Snake Doctor, this is Dirt Diver, go.
Take coordinates from location of my transmission.
- Got it. - Done.
Just left this location. It is airborne heading-
- What kind of plane? - J-3, single engine.
A single-engine J-3. Last seen heading north-northeast.
Cool Breeze in pursuit.
Make contact with him direct.
- Alert appropriate agencies. - Roger.
We believe there are at least four operatives, maybe more.
One in the plane.
We have at least two that have us under fire.
- Do you need assistance? - Bigtime. Send two additional teams.
I'll alert those elements. Anything else?
Yeah, send a chemical-decontamination unit immediately.
It's gonna take a few hours, but wilco.
- Gotta go, Mack. Busy day. - Roger that.
Doc, stay right where you are.
I'm gonna maneuver behind. Keep them engaged.
- Try not to get shot. - Copy that.
Don't do it.
- All clear. - All clear.
Damn it.
- I wanted one of them alive. - Yeah.
I wanted that gun out of action before they killed us all.
I reckon you can't always get what you want.
Find anything that might tell us who they are.
- We'll turn them inside out. - Get pictures to the TOC.
Maybe they can come up with something. Hey, doc, lend a hand.
You seen these men before? Maybe they worked at the arsenal.
- Betty Blue. - Yo.
See if the cruiser radio works. Get more police out here.
I'm on it.
I'm airborne. Eight minutes behind, following his initial heading.
- You got eyes on him? - No, no joy.
Air-Traffic Control has nothing on the radar in your area.
Say again?
Adelman, can we get a clear channel over here?
Barbarism, that's what was done here. Pure barbarism.
How's that, Cool Breeze?
Yeah, better. I said, he must be flying under radar coverage.
- That's possible. What's your altitude? - Four and climbing.
Hold what you've got.
Squawk your transponder. I'm gonna see if Control has you.
Squawking now.
They've got you, Cool Breeze, but nothing else.
All right, then he's below me.
I'm gonna firewall this and hold heading. He can't be that far out.
Roger that. Is there anything that I can do for you?
Twenty knots more air speed would be nice.
- I'll see what I can do. Standing by. - Roger. Out.
How long till we get minimum operational level?
Two secure radio links, computer board working...
...and a direct line to the Pentagon?
Colonel, this place was sacked.
Truth is, it may take days to get what you want.
You got 30 minutes.
Don't look at me. I was gonna give you till tomorrow.
Question of the century, Mack. Where the hell is this plane headed?
A rendezvous with death.
Your dad's gonna come visit you.
He's gonna see you as often as he can. But there are rules.
What kind of rules?
Darling, it just means that when your father is here...
...Jonas or someone else from the Unit will come with him.
- So they won't fight. Is that it? - And I'll come too. Both of us.
- Is Daddy going away for good? - No, darling.
We're gonna be all right.
It's gonna take getting used to, that's all.
But I don't want Daddy to go away. I want him.
Oh, sweetheart. Oh, baby.
Grow up, Jen. This is America. Everybody's divorced.
- It happens every day. - Lissy.
It'll be all right.
It will. It's gonna be all right.
I'm telling you, this is a can't-miss idea.
It's being done at radio stations near Fort Bragg...
...Fort Stewart, Fort Benning.
Okay. Call-in show, army families.
Exactly. It's the single biggest local demographic.
Then why isn't our cross-town rival doing it?
Why were the Wright brothers the first to fly?
- Why? - Oh, come on, George.
You gotta know this can be done.
- You gotta have the vision. - Why do I gotta have the vision?
You have the vision, George. You are a man of vision.
- Am I? - Everybody says so.
What's the format?
Present a current topic of military life, one of the perennial problems.
It ain't like there's a shortage. Then moderate a discussion.
Like the lack of available birth control.
- If you will. - What time?
Afternoon, before kids get home from school.
We'll catch them at home and at their workplaces.
Who runs the show?
Me.
I'm not the only one who believes.
I've got six advertising spots sold already.
You have six new advertisers presold?
All locked up, with two more ready to sign tomorrow.
What do you say?
Stick around, punch the buttons for the afternoon.
- We'll talk about it when I get back. - So it's a go?
I gotta go to the bank for my begging routine.
This is the sort of thing that's gonna keep you off your knees...
- ...and us on the air. - We'll see.
Dirt Diver, Cool Breeze. Over.
Go, Cool Breeze.
I got nothing. Maybe the plane's off on another heading.
- Anything from Air Traffic? - Negative.
Unless they put it down, it's still under the radar.
Wait a second. I got a speck out front.
Yeah, it's a plane about a...
On the same heading, about a thousand feet below. I'm going in for a look.
Just for a little while.
Doesn't have to be pretty. It just has to work.
Got him, Dirt Diver. It's him. Prepare to copy.
Altitude, 1500. Air speed, 100 knots. Heading, 028 degrees magnetic.
Good copy.
Let me see if I can force this guy to land.
- With what? - Persuasive argument.
I wanna know already where that plane's headed.
- It's 28 degrees mag. - It's headed this way.
Right smack towards Fort Griffith.
Dead rabbits. They've been exposed to the nerve gas.
- Hey, Top, you can't go in there alone. - You two take charge. Set up a cordon.
When the Decon Unit gets here, make sure they're in place.
If you don't hear from me, just wait out here for help.
- Boss. - Do as I say. That's an order.
The rabbits are dead.
There's a great likelihood the hangar is contaminated.
It gets worse.
Dirt Diver. Nobody's flying this thing. The pilot's dead. Looks like nerve agent.
Snake Doctor reported nerve-agent casualties at his location.
- Pilot could've been exposed. - He's liable to lose his license for that.
It's no mistake.
Cool Breeze, looks like we know the target.
Latest plot puts that thing headed right here. Fort Griffith.
Good God almighty.
I got the data on that type of weapon.
That thing makes it here, it'll wipe out the area.
You stay on this. How much time we got left?
No change in air speed, approximately 18 minutes.
Adelman. How many secure lines have we got working?
One, and I'm sweet-talking a second. Know in a few.
Get me General Boldt on the horn...
...and a continuous link to National Command Authority.
- Can we shoot this thing? - If we detonate the device...
...it'll give it maximum dispersion. That's the worst thing we could do.
That makes our options pretty damn slim.
- General Boldt, sir. - Thank you.
Sir, this is Tom Ryan.
We got a big problem.
We have to evacuate the post.
Yes, sir. Deadly serious.
- What's the status? - Snake Doctor's just entered the hangar.
- Alone? - Yeah.
- You got contact with him? - Let's leave him alone.
- If he needs help, we'll hear it. - Well, I don't like it.
But I guess I don't have to.
- The photos come in? - They're in the pipeline.
Our computers are down, but we're on it.
Look, I got cops pulling into the location. I need to get back to you.
Roger.
Playing all your favorites.
News and weather at the top of the hour.
So keep that dial set to KTML, the Missile.
- Molly, thanks for bringing them over. - I'm glad to do it.
You don't have to stay. Teddy can sleep, and Serena can color.
No way, girl. Besides, I like to watch you work.
You're our personal celebrity.
- What's a celebrity? - It's a famous person, like your mother.
Please. Being a DJ here is nothing more than being a glorified button pusher.
Now, I get my talk show...
...you're gonna have to shoo the tabloid photographers away.
KTML Radio. This is Kim Brown.
Uh-huh.
Severe weather. Shelter.
Mandatory alert.
Yes, I've got it.
Okay.
- That was odd. - What?
Call from Fort Griffith Operations Center asking-
No, demanding that we issue a severe-weather alert...
...and an immediate shelter order for all personnel...
- ...military and civilian. - Why is that odd?
There's nothing on the National Weather Service.
- Is this some kind of a drill? - Not if it pertains to civilians.
But it could be a crank call.
Think I should look up the number to Base Ops, give them a call and confirm?
I know a better source.
Molly Blane for Colonel Ryan. It's important.
Tom, I'm with Kim at the radio station.
- I'm calling- - Did you receive the shelter notice?
- Colonel, we did. I just- - Molly, may I speak with Mrs. Brown?
- Hello? - Mrs. Brown, I can verify that message.
It is imperative that you issue that alert.
All personnel must take shelter and stay there until further notice.
- But, colonel, there's nothing on the- - Kim, do you trust me?
- Well, I- - All personnel must take shelter...
...and stay there.
Am I cutting through?
Colonel, the alert will go out.
I'll call you direct with any more information.
- Kim? - I need to make that announcement now.
- Betty Blue, Snake Doctor. - What gives, Top?
- Relay all info to the TOC. - Right.
I'm near the hangar's main door.
One body, male, possibly Eurasian.
Will send photo. No visible wounds.
Foam around mouth, blue color under the fingernails.
Classic signs of nerve-agent poisoning. The hangar must be contaminated.
Doc says it's nerve agent. Building's contaminated.
I found one booby trap and diffused it. Claymore on the wall.
- Hey. There's a claymore over the door. - Roger.
There's a room at the far end. The right, as you enter.
I'll check it and report.
Oh, yeah. Check that photo of the body against the Abu Said file.
- Might be something there. - Good copy.
- I'll pass it on. - Roger. Out.
Have you ID'd the bodies in the photos?
What?
I gotta get back to you.
Adelman, they don't have the photos, the ones that were supposedly sent.
- Why not? - They were sent.
- But apparently not received. - Must be the interface.
Buckwheat.
The maximum effective range of an excuse is zero meters.
I expect results.
Get those photos sent immediately. You got it?
Immediately.
Pimple-headed paper-pushers worried about pissants in the pantry.
We got elephants stampeding through the wire.
Cool Breeze, this is Dirt Diver.
Yes, ma'am. I can assure you I have the latest information.
I know the Weather Channel shows no storm clouds approaching us...
...but this tornado warning is the latest report.
Ma'am. Ma'am, please heed the warning and stay under cover.
Yes, ma'am, you can call back.
Bye.
That's at least 20 calls.
I keep saying, "Take cover"...
...but no other source reports anything out there.
Something's going on, something military. What are we gonna do with the kids?
- Get them to a shelter. - They need you.
Just show me which buttons to push.
It's more complicated than that. And I need to warn other people.
Molly, get my children to safety.
- Dirt Diver, over. - Go, Diver.
What the hell?
Dirt Diver, I got Air Force all over my ass.
- What are they doing? - Ripping through the wild blue.
They can't go slow enough to do anything.
If they fire a missile, it'll blast that stuff for miles.
- Tell the flyboys to get out of there now. - What's the time?
- How much we got left? How far out? - Twelve miles, five to the suburbs.
We got everything locked down here.
Everybody's under cover.
But there's no cavalry coming to the rescue, is there?
You were Air Cav, right?
It's just us, amigo. Nothing left to do but hunker down and wait.
Yeah, I hardly think so.
There's always something that can be done.
This thing gets over the city, it's a moot point.
Cool Breeze?
Come in, Cool Breeze.
Cool Breeze, this is Dirt Diver. Over.
Cool Breeze, this is Dirt Diver. Don't do it.
Cool Breeze, don't do it. Bob, don't do it.
Kiss my kids for me.
Hey. Dirt Diver. Dirt Diver, new heading. Over.
- Say that again. Over. - I say again, new heading.
Turn to 042 degrees magnetic. Over.
What happened?
Plane's following a programmed flight pattern.
Must be on directed autopilot.
- Well, that just bought us a little time. - Just bought me a lifetime.
- Yeah. How's your fuel holding? - Uh, I got several hours.
I can't say the same for my bladder, though. Ha, ha.
Bitch and moan.
It could be going to any one of these cities.
Just when you thought it can't get worse.
- Hey, Mack, I'm thinking of something. - Always a good thing.
Remember the tactic the British fighter pilots used on the German buzz bombs?
- I'm afraid I missed that war. - Now, you know what I'm talking about.
They were tracking a V-1, and they were out of ammo.
Yeah, I saw that documentary. What are you, a fighter ace?
Well, beneath me are miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles.
You wanna give it a shot, Red Baron?
Here goes.
Nice and easy, okay?
Who's flying this thing?
Yeah, yeah. If your radio goes out, I'll know you didn't make it.
What confidence. Here goes.
Whoa. Turbulence.
Betty Blue. I found a body in the office.
Was holding a computer. Maybe something there.
I've cleared for booby traps.
- I'm going in. - Go easy and get out.
Oh, yeah.
Well, that's special.
- He's going down. - You did it? You took him down?
Negative. Negative. Autopilot brought him back on course.
I'm gonna try it again.
- Easy, Bob-o. - Yes, Mother.
No joy. No joy. It's back on course.
Damn.
I've recovered a laptop computer from the body.
- There might be something helpful there. - Hope so.
Pass this on. There was a trap I didn't detect.
It went off as I entered the office.
I've been sprayed with a liquid, some kind of gelatin.
May I?
- Do you have a field-test kit with you? - Yes.
Take out a piece of litmus paper and touch it to the liquid.
- Done. - What color is it now?
- It's black. - Nerve agent.
Yeah, doc, I thought so.
Look, once exposed, how long is this suit and mask good for?
How long before it breaks down?
About two hours, I should think, maximum.
It's a layer of activated charcoal in the suit that provides your protection.
As it degrades, the suit becomes ineffective...
...and breaks down more rapidly in the heat.
Great.
Testing, testing. Commo check. Over.
- Roger. Out. Second net's up. - What about that second secure line?
Finally got info on who this group may be.
- Get this to Jonas. - Mm-hm.
- How's it looking, Mack? - Looking good, colonel.
Turned away from us, passed our location.
- Betty Blue, this is Dog Patch 06... - Plane's making changes in heading.
- Any of these cities are in range. - The White House has been alerted.
Even if Air Defense Artillery is en route...
...there's no guarantee this can be stopped.
Bob knows where it is. That's how we've been able to plot it...
...and pass that to Command Authority.
Gotta bring this plane down.
Jonas is taking control of the plane from that computer.
- He thinks that's what's controlling it. - God, I hope he's right.
Okay, I'm ready.
I've made a code plan based on the name of the group.
Punch in the keys as I tell you. We'll take it slow.
Okay. Ready.
Pound. Zulu. One.
Golf. Victor.
I hope you've come up with a solution back there.
We're trying. A lot of people are trying.
Yeah, well, enough trying. It's time for doing.
New heading. It's changed course again.
Zero-four-six degrees magnetic.
Better not be.
Echo. Romeo. Finally, the dollar sign.
- Got it. - Okay, what do you got?
Figures and coordinates. The computer is not in control.
The plane is on a pre-plotted course. It's a self-guided missile.
- But I know where it's going. - All right.
Relay this to Dog Patch as I call it out.
- Go ahead. - Location...
West 900947.20.
Altitude, 1650 AGL.
Time, 1720 local. Good copy. Great work.
Good news. Decon team's here. Betty Blue, out.
Whoa.
St. Louis.
Cardinal Stadium.
Baseball game. Standing room only. Jam-packed stadium.
And it's rush hour.
- Well, at least now we know. - Yes, sir.
Adelman, get me Washington.
Washington now.
They're going to gas St. Louis?
- Grab that man by the stack and swivel. - Which means it's no time to collapse.
- Everyone has to function. Everyone. - Right.
Washington on the line.
Are we all right? Are you squared away?
- Yes, sir. - Then how about that cipher system?
- Is it online yet? - Most riki tik.
Current winds from the east at six knots. Altitude of detonation, 1650.
- What's the stadium hold? - Call it 50,000.
In the heart of downtown...
...we could be looking at 200,000 dead and who knows how many sick?
Half a million or more, and St. Louis uninhabitable.
How much time we got? What's left?
- Speed the same? - Yeah.
Twenty minutes to the suburbs.
Well, Mack, you know that just ain't gonna happen.
Yeah, I know. The clock ran out on us.
Can you patch me through to Kim?
Adelman, you got that land-to-line communication set up?
I don't have it yet. I tried, but I don't have it.
I can't make that happen, Cool Breeze.
Is there a message that you want me to pass on to her?
You make it up. You know what to say.
Yeah.
White House has issued the button-down order.
It'll help, but not much.
At least we can have response teams poised outside the city.
Hey, what happens when a plane stalls?
What happens when a plane stalls?
It loses all lift.
It stops flying and it, uh...
It goes into a spin. It crashes.
And autopilot can't pull out of a stall, can it?
It takes a pilot, a real live one, to counter a spin.
Yeah, that's right, it takes a pilot. It takes a live one.
All right, look, there's a large open field up ahead.
Take my coordinates and notify Emergency Response.
Wilco. What the hell you got planned, Cool Breeze?
Stop jabbering and leave me alone.
Splashdown. No detonation.
- Yeah! - He did it.
- He did it. He did it. - Ha, ha, ha.
- There will be no living with him now. - Ha, ha, ha.
Raise your arms for me, please.
Little higher.
Can you turn around?
And that's the latest news from KTML.
And to all our listeners in the Greenwood-Fort Griffith area...
...that severe-weather notice posted earlier today has been called off.
And the winner of the $500 pool for when the order would be rescinded...
...goes to Mrs. Lynn Edwards of Renfro.
We hope you weren't inconvenienced.
But hey, better safe than sorry.
And now back to more of your favorite music...
...here at KTML, the Missile.
- Kim. - Am I fired?
Fired? Fired nothing. You were great.
But the callers, I mean, they were beating me from left to right.
So? You kept them engaged. More than that, you kept your head.
You know how to handle a tough situation.
And turning the whole thing into a contest? Brilliant.
After what you did this afternoon, a regular call-in show is a piece of cake.
You mean the show? I got the show?
Until you get fired.
Ha. Don't screw it up.
I don't know whether to wash with this or drink it.
That suit was at its limit. I don't think it would've lasted another half-hour.
- Oh, well. - Harrowing, but I've learned so much.
- Well, ain't that special? - No, but it will be.
I intend to use this to scare the hell out of Congress...
...and get money to destroy these bioweapons.
- Well, good luck with that, doc. - Thank you.
Uh, Mr. Blue, would you hand me a towel?
Would you mind giving me my pants?
More than you know.
Got our bags packed?
And that's one out here in the bottom of the eighth inning.
Score's still tied at 4 to 4 with runners...
Okay, so with runners on first and second...
...if there's less than two outs, then the infield fly rule is in effect.
Oh, you want popcorn?
Daddy's telling me about the infield fly rule.
- And? - I think he's making it up.
I thought you didn't care much for baseball.
Mm-hm.
Today it's my second favorite pastime.
Delivers a fastball- There's the drive!
Deep into right center field! Ray Bradley has done it!
That is out of here! Home run.
And just like that, St. Louis jumps ahead...