Cyclone: Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. Your reputation precedes you.
Maverick: Thank you, sir.
Cyclone: Wasn't a compliment.
Maverick: I have to admit I wasn't expecting an invitation back.
Warlock: They're called "orders," Maverick.
Cyclone: I'm Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson, I'm the Air Boss. I believe you know Rear Admiral Bates.
Maverick: Warlock, sir.
Warlock: You two have something in common. Cyclone was first in his class back in '88.
Maverick: Actually, sir, I finished second. Just wanted to manage expectations.
Warlock: The target - an underground uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. This plant poses a direct threat to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out, before it becomes fully operational. The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley. Said valley is GPS-jammed and protected by a surface-to-air missile array, serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn backed up by a plentiful array of surplus aircraft - even a few old F-14's.
Cyclone: Seems like we're not the only ones holding on to old relics.
Warlock: What's your read, Captain?
Maverick: Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the F-35 stealth, but the GPS jamming negates that. The surface-to-air threat necessitates a low-level, laser-guided strike, tailor-made for the F-18. I figure four precision bombs, minimum. That makes it four F-18s, flying in pairs. That is one hell of a steep climb outta there, exposing you to all the SAMs. You survive that, it's a dogfight all the way home.
Warlock: All scenarios for which you have real-world experience.
Maverick: Not the same mission, sir. [looks back at the screen displaying the enrichment plant] No, someone's not coming back from this.
Cyclone: Can it be done or not?
Maverick: How soon before the plant becomes operational?
Warlock: Three weeks, maybe less.
Maverick: Well, it's been a while since I've flown an F-18, and I don't know who I'd trust to fly the other three, but, I'll find a way to make it work.
Warlock: I think you misunderstand, Captain.
Cyclone: We don't want you to fly it. We want you to teach it.
Warlock: [activates a screen listing of pilots] We recalled 12 Top Gun graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission.
Cyclone: Is there a problem, Captain?
Maverick: You know there is, sir.
Cyclone: Yeah. Bradley Bradshaw, AKA "Rooster." Understand you used to fly with his old man. Tragic what happened.
Warlock: Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing; Goose's death was an accident.
Cyclone: Is that how you see it, Captain? Is that how Goose's son sees it?
Maverick: With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher.
Cyclone: You were a Top Gun instructor before.
Maverick: That was over 30 years ago, sir; I lasted two months. It's not where I belong.
Cyclone: Well, then let me be perfectly blunt: you were not my first choice. In fact, you weren't even on a list. You are here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man I deeply admire. And he feels you still have something left to offer the Navy. What that is I can't imagine. You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear: this will be your last post, Captain. You fly for Top Gun, or you don't fly for the Navy ever again.
Maverick: Thank you, sir.
Cyclone: Wasn't a compliment.
Maverick: I have to admit I wasn't expecting an invitation back.
Warlock: They're called "orders," Maverick.
Cyclone: I'm Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson, I'm the Air Boss. I believe you know Rear Admiral Bates.
Maverick: Warlock, sir.
Warlock: You two have something in common. Cyclone was first in his class back in '88.
Maverick: Actually, sir, I finished second. Just wanted to manage expectations.
Warlock: The target - an underground uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. This plant poses a direct threat to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out, before it becomes fully operational. The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley. Said valley is GPS-jammed and protected by a surface-to-air missile array, serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn backed up by a plentiful array of surplus aircraft - even a few old F-14's.
Cyclone: Seems like we're not the only ones holding on to old relics.
Warlock: What's your read, Captain?
Maverick: Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the F-35 stealth, but the GPS jamming negates that. The surface-to-air threat necessitates a low-level, laser-guided strike, tailor-made for the F-18. I figure four precision bombs, minimum. That makes it four F-18s, flying in pairs. That is one hell of a steep climb outta there, exposing you to all the SAMs. You survive that, it's a dogfight all the way home.
Warlock: All scenarios for which you have real-world experience.
Maverick: Not the same mission, sir. [looks back at the screen displaying the enrichment plant] No, someone's not coming back from this.
Cyclone: Can it be done or not?
Maverick: How soon before the plant becomes operational?
Warlock: Three weeks, maybe less.
Maverick: Well, it's been a while since I've flown an F-18, and I don't know who I'd trust to fly the other three, but, I'll find a way to make it work.
Warlock: I think you misunderstand, Captain.
Cyclone: We don't want you to fly it. We want you to teach it.
Warlock: [activates a screen listing of pilots] We recalled 12 Top Gun graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission.
Cyclone: Is there a problem, Captain?
Maverick: You know there is, sir.
Cyclone: Yeah. Bradley Bradshaw, AKA "Rooster." Understand you used to fly with his old man. Tragic what happened.
Warlock: Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing; Goose's death was an accident.
Cyclone: Is that how you see it, Captain? Is that how Goose's son sees it?
Maverick: With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher.
Cyclone: You were a Top Gun instructor before.
Maverick: That was over 30 years ago, sir; I lasted two months. It's not where I belong.
Cyclone: Well, then let me be perfectly blunt: you were not my first choice. In fact, you weren't even on a list. You are here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man I deeply admire. And he feels you still have something left to offer the Navy. What that is I can't imagine. You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear: this will be your last post, Captain. You fly for Top Gun, or you don't fly for the Navy ever again.
Cyclone : Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. Your reputation precedes you.
Maverick : Thank you, sir.
Cyclone : Wasn't a compliment.
Maverick : I have to admit I wasn't expecting an invitation back.
Warlock : They're called "orders," Maverick.
Cyclone : I'm Vice-Admiral Beau Simpson, I'm the Air Boss. I believe you know Rear Admiral Bates.
Maverick : Warlock, sir.
Warlock : You two have something in common. Cyclone was first in his class back in '88.
Maverick : Actually, sir, I finished second. Just wanted to manage expectations.
Warlock : The target - an underground uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. This plant poses a direct threat to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out, before it becomes fully operational. The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley. Said valley is GPS-jammed and protected by a surface-to-air missile array, serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn backed up by a plentiful array of surplus aircraft - even a few old F-14's.
Cyclone : Seems like we're not the only ones holding on to old relics.
Warlock : What's your read, Captain?
Maverick : Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the F-35 stealth, but the GPS jamming negates that. The surface-to-air threat necessitates a low-level, laser-guided strike, tailor-made for the F-18. I figure four precision bombs, minimum. That makes it four F-18s, flying in pairs. That is one hell of a steep climb outta there, exposing you to all the SAMs. You survive that, it's a dogfight all the way home.
Warlock : All scenarios for which you have real-world experience.
Maverick : Not the same mission, sir. [looks back at the screen displaying the enrichment plant] No, someone's not coming back from this.
Cyclone : Can it be done or not?
Maverick : How soon before the plant becomes operational?
Warlock : Three weeks, maybe less.
Maverick : Well, it's been a while since I've flown an F-18, and I don't know who I'd trust to fly the other three, but, I'll find a way to make it work.
Warlock : I think you misunderstand, Captain.
Cyclone : We don't want you to fly it. We want you to teach it.
Warlock : [activates a screen listing of pilots] We recalled 12 Top Gun graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission.
Cyclone : Is there a problem, Captain?
Maverick : You know there is, sir.
Cyclone : Yeah. Bradley Bradshaw, AKA "Rooster." Understand you used to fly with his old man. Tragic what happened.
Warlock : Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing; Goose's death was an accident.
Cyclone : Is that how you see it, Captain? Is that how Goose's son sees it?
Maverick : With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher.
Cyclone : You were a Top Gun instructor before.
Maverick : That was over 30 years ago, sir; I lasted two months. It's not where I belong.
Cyclone : Well, then let me be perfectly blunt: you were not my first choice. In fact, you weren't even on a list . You are here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man I deeply admire. And he feels you still have something left to offer the Navy. What that is I can't imagine. You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear: this will be your last post, Captain. You fly for Top Gun, or you don't fly for the Navy ever again.
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