Stealth

Talon 1 requesting Bitching Betty

relay Combat Control commands.

Roger, Talon 1.

Central Prime is transmitting...

... encrypted satellite

auto-terrain comparison.

Talons, this is Operator.

PAYCOM has given

his final tasking orders.

You are to proceed to target

and prosecute with precision.

Now, remember,

you are pilots of the U.S. Navy.

l expect nothing less

than perfection.

Roger, skipper.

Activating tactical music.

Countermeasure is silent party.

Talon 2, confirm.

Talon 2 confirms. Music on.

Risk assessment is

we have a clean mission status.

Attack commencing.

Gotcha.

Missile lock. Missile lock.

Talon 3, there's a SAM site on

the west wall. We got birds in the air.

Talon 2,

the SAM site's been erased.

Now, that's how you do it.

Talon 3, that was shit-hot!

Talon 1 , l expect

the same out of you.

Arming Blue Ferret

for penetration detonation.

Missile armed. Missile armed.

Yep, 1 00 over 1 00.

That's correct.

And l can rely on these numbers?

Well, this isn't figure skating, Ray.

You either score or you don't.

National Command Authority's

duly impressed.

They've given us the go-ahead

on phase two.

You know what?

You should come to D.C. and make

the presentation to the senators.

That's how Admiral Rickover

got things done.

Admiral. You get my meaning?

No, l'm flattered,

but you do the lobbying.

Politics is for politicians.

-Captain?

-l'll get back to you.

There's Popsicles in the cooler.

-Got any grape?

-Any grape?

l believe there is one left,

and don't lose your dignity.

Oh, thank you.

-All right, take a seat.

-Nice catch.

Talk to me. Where are the holes?

How can we improve?

Come on. l'm not a patient man.

Sorry, l got caught up on

that west wall. l had to pull out--

War is a team sport.

Those AAA sites were thick.

Gave extra time to the SAM sites.

See, that's your answer. There really

was no room for improvement.

Actually, what Lieutenant Wade

did was right.

She took out their communications

and exposed their SAM sites...

-...so Henry could lay it down.

-That's what l do.

-l mean, it was perfect.

-'' Perfect.'' l'll go along with that.

Much as l hate to see that smile

of yours get any smugger.

You blushing?

l've got good news.

Tell us we got a carrier,

skipper, come on.

Affirmative.

The USS Abraham Lincoln.

Captain's an old classmate of mine,

Dick Marshfield.

-l believe you two know each other.

-He was the captain l told you about.

-Hell of a pilot in his day.

-He's black too. He's black.

l'm also gonna be expanding

your squadron.

On the carrier, you'll be joined

by a new wingman.

A fourth wingman?

Wait, l thought there were only

three Talons in existence.

What is the problem, Purcell?

You look like you been hit in the gut.

For one, captain, we've been flying

together for a long time and it's good.

And four is an unlucky number.

-Unlucky?

-lt's not a prime number.

Prime numbers can only be divided

by one or itself.

Three is prime. The Holy Trinity.

Thesis and antithesis come together

and form the synthesis--

This is not a seminar on metaphysics.

This is the U.S. Navy.

Now, we ship out Wednesday at 0500.

Dismissed.

Okay. lf he'd let me finish,

l was gonna say...

... Three's Company, Three Stooges,

Three Musketeers, three-peat...

...''three strikes, you're out,''

''Three Times a Lady.''

-Three dimensions.

-Three blind mice.

There's mnage trois.

Don't forget that one.

To the original three.

-Cheers to that.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

-And assorted guests.

Cheers.

l'll be back in a second.

l gotta go pee-pee.

That's nasty.

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