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Come on.

Oh, I don't know
what to get you, Mic.

That's because
I'm a man who has everything.

Hey, Santa.

- Well, thank you.
- Happy Christmas.

- Merry Christmas to you.
- Hey, look. It's you.

Blimey. It's a bloody country squire.

That's what you're gonna look like after
a few years at Ryan, Price and Segal.

Only if you'll be my country wife.

- I know. I want you to...
- Isn't this one darling?

It also comes in eggplant,
ivory and fuchsia.

I don't think so.

It's for my daughter.

Leopard. Casual, but chic.
It's perfect for parties.

Or hunting antelope on a savanna.

Renee knows
if you've been naughty or nice.

Yes, and which does she prefer?

Well, if you don't know
by now, sailor...

You know,
is my brother gonna like this?

Yeah. Keep the chill
out of those foxholes in Chechnya.

Do they still have foxholes?

I should get him a Kevlar vest.

It can't end like this.

She gave you
a phoney address, Tiner.

And her phone's listed
under a man's name.

Maybe it's her brother.

Two divorces, a name change,
and a bankruptcy.

But she seemed like
the girl next door.

- Commander. Colonel.
- What is this, gunny?

Just teaching Tiner
how to use CompuSpy, sir.

Isn't that supposed to be used
to track down UA personnel, gunny?

Yes, ma'am, it is.
It's a multiple-task software.

Oh, man.

Enter.

Have a seat.

Colonel, status report
on Yokosuka, Japan.

Well, the sailors that want
their Christmas Mass in Latin

have filed suit.

English is good enough
for the pope.

Tell Lieutenant Singer to dispose of it
without a junket to Japan.

Commander, are you familiar
with Joint Strike Fighter project?

The X-35 Alpha.

They're testing the engine
full afterburner next week, sir.

No, commander,
you won't be flying it.

You'll be vetting
the procurement contracts.

Thank you, sir.

What's going on
with the petty officer

who can't seem
to keep her uniform on?

Yeoman Second Class Gloria Booth,
sir. She denies having posed nude.

Really?

You'll notice she's wearing
a gold chain around her waist, sir.

Well, take care of it.

If it goes to court martial,
Lieutenant Roberts can defend.

Where's Lieutenant Roberts?

I know what happened.

- I wanna know why.
- It was a difficult delivery.

The umbilical cord prolapsed.
The baby wasn't getting oxygen.

And when Dr. Gettis didn't respond
to your page, you called Dr. Chadway.

That happens sometimes.

What happens?
Your doctor just disappears?

Are you cross-examining me,
Lieutenant Roberts?

Are you trying to make excuses
for Dr. Gettis?

I'm very sorry about what happened,
and I'm no fan of Dr. Gettis.

He's arrogant and cocky
and made sure everybody knew

how much money
he'd be making in private practice.

But the truth is, he's a good doctor.

Lieutenant,
somebody did something wrong.

Was it Dr. Gettis?

I'll have to speak to the chief nurse
before answering any more questions.

- Corresponds to this over here.

- Harriet?
- Come in, lieutenant.

Bud, Dr. Chadway found something.

A uterine leiomyoma,

or, in layman's terms,
a fibroid tumour.

Is it dangerous?

There's nothing to worry about.
We can shrink it with medication.

Doctor, could this have had anything
to do with us losing the baby?

Could it?

Yes. Could've blocked the baby's head
from coming down the birth canal

so the head pinched the cord
against the pelvic bone.

Dr. Gettis never said anything
about a tumour.

Well, there's no mention
in his notes,

but it's right here
on the ultrasound he took.

All I see is our baby.

The leiomyoma is not well-defined.

But here.

About the size of a tennis ball.

If Dr. Gettis had seen that,

should he have
done anything differently?

- That's not for me to say.
- Doctor, please.

We lost our baby.

He could've done a myomectomy,
removing it.

Or at least prepared for a C-section.

Should he have left
the delivery room?

I wouldn't have.

Honey, what's this?

Supplier-chain management contracts
for JSF procurement.

Silly me, I should've known.

Joint Strike Fighter.
See, the Pentagon feels

if they build one aircraft
for all the services, they save billions.

- If it flies.
- Yeah, well, that's not my job.

I'm reviewing SURGE contracts
at the moment.

Supplier Utilisation Through
Responsive Group Enterprises.

Sounds...

- Boring?
- A little dry.

Don't burn the veggies.

I'll get it. You keep stirring.

- Hello, Renee.
- Clayton.

Hey, if Harm saves the Pentagon
a billion dollars,

can we split it three ways?

- Hello, Harm.
- Hey.

Mr. Webb, you hungry?
Broccoli-tofu stir-fry.

And I always thought
pilots ate raw meat.

Homemade garlic-ginger chutney,
noodles.

- I'm not that brave.
- What's up?

We've been keeping an eye
on your brother,

with some help from our contacts
in the Caucasus.

What's happening?

He was flying a recon mission
near Gekhi-Chu

and made an emergency landing
in the mountains.

The Russians recovered the helo,
but no sign of Sergei.

- He's MIA?
- They're still looking for him.

And we're calling in favours
to make it top priority.

But he's in Chechen territory.

- Oh, Harm.
- Not again.

I don't know, Bud.

You love the Navy. I don't know
how you can even think about suing.

There's no other way, sweetie.

- Harriet.
- Mic. Hi.

I'm so sorry about the baby.

Thanks, Mic. I got your note.
It was very sweet. Thank you.

Bud, so why so mysterious
on the phone?

- We need representation.
- Maybe we need representation.

Okay, so, what is it, Bud?

- Federal tort-claims case.
- Suing your Uncle Sam. What for?

Harriet's delivery at Bethesda.

Navy hospital and Navy doctors.

There will be an immunity issue
under the Feres doctrine.

Yeah, well, maybe a good lawyer
can find a way around that.

See, I'm convinced
Dr. Gettis is guilty of malpractice.

He was so anxious
to get into private practice

that his treatment
was really slipshod.

Dr. Lawrence Gettis?

- You know him?
- Bud, stop.

I know it sounds tough,

but I've already filed
the notice of claim...

Not another word, Bud.

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

- Mic is representing Dr. Gettis.
- Well, you can't be.

The firm wrote
his partnership agreement.

When he heard a patient's husband
was asking questions at Bethesda,

he alerted us to possible litigation.

Because he knew
that he had screwed up.

Bud, you're a lawyer.
Innocent people hire us all the time.

- But, Mic...
- He didn't give us any names, Harriet.

- I had no idea it was you.
- And now that you do?

Petty Officer Booth
wants to be court-martialed, sir.

Apparently,
it increases her opportunities.

- Opportunities for what? Hard labour?
- Modelling, acting, endorsements.

If she's kicked out of the Navy
for posing nude,

the publicity helps her.

Well, in that case,
do you have any suggestions

for keeping her in the Navy,
preferably clothed?

A February transfer to Iceland, sir?

- Sorry, I'm late, sir, ma'am.
- Have a seat, lieutenant.

- That'll be all, colonel.
- Yes, sir.

Heard from
the Navy surgeon general.

He got your notice of claim

for Commander Gettis'
alleged malpractice.

He's going to deny it.

Which gives me the right to sue
under the Tort Claims Act, sir.

Lieutenant,

the doctor was active-duty military
at the time of delivery,

which puts you squarely
in the Feres doctrine.

Your lawsuit will be dismissed
without a trial.

I've done some research, sir. We may
have a derivative claim for the baby.

Lieutenant,

it's natural
to want to blame someone

when a tragedy like this happens.

All I want is justice, sir.

Bud, look at me.

For your sake and Harriet's,
for your mental well-being,

for dozens of reasons, let this go.
You can't win.

All right, sir. I won't sue.

I will file criminal charges
against Commander Gettis

for dereliction of duty,
and I will win, sir.

Mic.

You just missed me extracting the FTC
from Charlie Conklin's backside.

The price-fixing case?

Whose side are you on?
We call it free enterprise.

- You have a hearing?
- No, I just came by to talk.

Me too. Damn fortuitous to have you
here to handle the Gettis case.

Yeah.

Yeah. Pretty strange legal system

where medical malpractice
is potentially a felony. I don't get it.

In the military,
negligence can be dereliction of duty.

Is that so?

You gonna be able to blow
the investigation out of the water?

Larry.

The woman who lost her baby,
and her husband,

they're friends of mine.

Oh, good.
You'll know their weaknesses.

I want off the case.

Mic, we hired you
because you don't wet your drawers

when you walk into a courtroom.

You and I are the only
stud trial lawyers in the stable.

- No, I can't do it, mate.
- This isn't government work, Mic.

In private practice, we eat what we kill.
You wanna eat, don't you?

I wanna be able
to look at myself in the mirror.

If you wanna work in my firm,
you'll defend Dr. Gettis.

I'll have my things
out of the office in an hour.

Lieutenant Roberts' report
of criminal offences went to Bethesda,

which booted it over here
for investigation,

along with a note
from Surgeon General Simmons:

"A.J., there must not be enough work
coming from the fleet

if your staff has to create
its own cases."

He shouldn't prejudge it, sir.

If I had the discretion to toss this out,
I damn sure would.

But under the law, I don't.

Colonel, you'll handle the Rule 203
investigation of Commander Gettis.

Yes, sir.

And, lieutenant,
you will stay the hell out of it.

Aye, sir.

Dismissed.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Aye, aye.

Colonel, I've done some research.

Dr. Gettis did his residency
at Jackson Memorial in Miami.

- You could subpoena his records.
- Didn't you hear the admiral?

- It's just a suggestion.
- You can't be objective.

- And you could taint the investigation.
- I'm sorry.

But I have done a time line
of the delivery.

Bud, not another word.

- Is the admiral still in?
- Yes, sir. But he was just...

- Leaving.
- Sir, I have a request.

Commander, I've talked to Webb,

who's been on the line
with his FSB friends in Grozny.

SECNAV's in touch
with his counterpart in Moscow.

Everything is being done
to find your brother.

I understand that, sir,
but he's still missing.

And I have 22 days' leave
accumulated, sir.

- I'd like to take that time now.
- That's not a good idea, commander.

I've been to Chechnya.
I know the Russian flag officers.

And they know you.

You run into friends of General Krylov,
Sergei won't be the only one MIA.

Sir, this is important to me.

Look, I was too young
to do anything about my father,

but I can maybe help here.

Commander,
you don't speak the language.

You have no authority, no support.

Hell, you're gonna be caught between
a bloodthirsty army on one side

and cutthroat guerrillas on the other.

- This is my brother, admiral.
- I must be losing my grip.

First, it's Lieutenant Roberts,
and now it's you?

We have commitments
to our families, sir.

And to the chain of command.
Leave request denied.

Permission to travel to Chechnya
denied.

- Gunny, what's a sesquipedalian?
- Someone from Sesquipedalia?

Somebody who uses big words.

- Thank you, sir.
- What are you doing, Tiner?

Checking up on
my Administration of Justice professor.

Look, he drives an SUV,
his birthday's December 20th,

and he's a member
of the Sesquipedalian Society.

You're cyber-stalking?

I'm building a file
so I can establish common ground, sir.

Why don't you just try studying?

Yes, sir. But isn't it good tactics
to have a secondary battle plan?

Do you know of any other
really big words I could use?

Oh, yeah, sure.
How about "misdemeanour"?

Tiner, you can't use
government property for personal use.

- Tiner, give me back my computer.
- Sorry, gunny. Lieutenant.

- So, gunny.
- Sir?

What else can this thing do?

Have I told you
how proud I am of you?

I'm not gonna sell out my friends
to become that country squire.

Oh, but you would've looked so good
in that ascot.

What are you in the mood for?
Chinese? Italian?

Australian.

Are we violating
a local ordinance, officer?

Harm, what are you doing here?

I was gonna try and catch you
before you went out.

But I'll get you another time.

No worries, mate.
Join us for dinner, please.

- You sure?
- Yeah, if you don't mind buying.

Mic quit his job today.

I like to pack it in every once in a while.
Start all over.

He refused to defend
Harriet's doctor.

- Well, good on you, mate.
- Jobs are easier to find than friends.

- Any news about your brother?
- Nothing new.

Tell me something, Mic.
Was it hard leaving the Navy?

Wasn't easy.

Harm, you're not thinking
about resigning your commission?

Dr. Gettis, you apparently failed

to diagnose Lieutenant Sims'
fibroid tumour?

There was no way to diagnose it
on that old Navy equipment.

Half the time, you couldn't tell
a foetus from a football.

My new office
has 21 st-century equipment.

It's got three-dimensional
colour picturing, digital readouts.

You also failed to diagnose the tumour
on your physical examinations.

I couldn't palpate it
with the baby there,

and the tumour wasn't visible
on a pelvic exam.

Then there's your delay
in reaching the delivery room

when the umbilical cord prolapsed.

Colonel, Dr. Gettis agreed
to answer your questions

because he has nothing to hide.
This is sounding like a witch-hunt.

I'm still waiting for an answer
on my last question.

I was checking on other patients,

and then I grabbed some coffee
in the lounge.

I'd had a 14-hour day.

- Then you never left the hospital?
- That's right.

So why did it take so long
to get to the delivery room?

There was a dead battery
in my beeper.

I didn't know they were paging me
until I heard the loudspeaker.

I am...

I'm sorry about the baby.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

Would you do anything differently
if you could do it again?

Yeah. Stay the hell out of the Navy.

Maybe that would've been better
for all concerned.

Colonel, that's uncalled-for.

- Is it?
- What do you have here?

Maybe an error in judgement?

I mean, face it,
this isn't a criminal case.

Lieutenant,
I have that research you wanted.

- Thank you, gunny.
- Yes, sir.

- Thank you very much.
- Yes, sir.

- Yeah?
- How did it go, ma'am?

Inconclusive.

I think there's something about
Dr. Gettis you're gonna wanna see.

I told you to stay out of it.
The admiral told you to stay out of it.

Do you need
the president to tell you?

- Gunny found something, ma'am.
- Gunny?

- Don't blame gunny. I twisted his arm.
- Well, I may break his leg.

He used the CompuSpy software,
ma'am.

Dr. Gettis bought himself
a new Porsche.

Who cares?

Talk to the salesman, ma'am,
and you will.

Yes, Mrs. Jones. You are confirmed
for Tuesday the 14th.

Okay. Okay, thanks.

Good morning. Dr. Robbins and Gettis.
May I help you?

I'll have the fertility nurse
get back to you, Mrs. Sachs.

Okay.

Hi. Where's Dr. Gettis?

- Do you have an appointment?
- No. Where is he?

With a patient.
If you tell me what this is regarding...

Watch your diet, Mrs. Forrestal,
and everything will be just fine. Okay?

- See you next week.
- Bye.

Commander Gettis.

- Dr. Gettis.
- As a lieutenant commander

on the reserve, you're still subject
to the Uniform Code of Military Justice

for crimes committed on active duty.

I don't believe this.

Commander Lawrence Gettis,
you're charged with dereliction of duty

for your treatment of Harriet Sims,
and obstruction of justice

for making false statements
in a Rule 203 investigation.

- What false statements?
- You said you never left the hospital.

But your new Porsche was delivered
the day Harriet Sims gave birth,

and while her baby was dying,
you were taking a test drive.

- If we can get on top of that.

I didn't know this was a double date.

Sorry. Clay took me over to NSA

to listen to communication intercepts
from Chechnya.

- Anything?
- Nothing good.

You know, the Russians bombed
a village, killed some Chechens.

Chechens ambushed a convoy,
killed some Russians.

Harm, Sergei has Rabb genes,
all right? He's a survivor.

Well, I got Rabb genes too,
and I'm supposed to just sit here

and peruse contracts
about wing nuts and widgets?

We do have people in Grozny.
We're sending them into the field.

But how motivated are they really?
I mean, do they give a damn?

Harm, what do you wanna do?

Disobey a direct order
from your commanding officer?

I may not have to.

If I resign my commission.

Yes?

Tomorrow? Great.

The Washington Post
is going to run a story

about the son
of Lieutenant Harmon Rabb Sr.,

an American POW from Vietnam,

as a Russian soldier
missing in Chechnya.

- What?
- Harm, it may not hurt.

If the Chechens have him,
they may take better care of him.

Harm.

Maybe I can catch the last flight
to San Diego.

- San Diego?
- I never told my mother about Sergei.

She reads The Post.

As for evidentiary stipulation,
can I have your assurance

that Lieutenant Sims
won't cry on the witness stand?

- And how do I prevent that?
- If you can't, I'll file a motion in limine

to prevent
any untoward displays of emotion.

What about counsel, Mr. Kaliski?
Am I allowed to display anger?

- This doesn't have to be difficult.
- It won't be, unless you...

- I should be in there.
- Bud, don't.

That Kaliski
is a real smooth operator.

He's gonna have Colonel MacKenzie
stipulate her whole case away.

Bud.

This will be interesting, colonel.

Colonel, I'd appreciate it if you ran
any pre-trial agreements by me.

What's the matter, lieutenant?
Don't you trust Colonel MacKenzie?

With my life.

It's the moneygrubbing shyster lawyer
that I'm worried about.

- Lieutenant, that's enough.
- Highly unprofessional.

I could have you sanctioned.

- That is so gutless.
- Bud.

- Why don't we just step outside?
- Counsel, would you excuse us?

Gladly.

Lieutenant Roberts,
your conduct makes me wonder

whether you have the discipline
to be a Naval officer.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but l...
- No "buts." No excuses.

Your FITREP is due in three weeks.

What do you think you deserve
on judgement and military bearing?

I don't know, ma'am.

If there was a number lower than one,
it'd be too high.

You are this close to destroying
a once-promising career.

Now get out of this office and don't
return unless it's for Navy business

and not your own personal vendetta.
Dismissed.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

Wish you'd tell me you were coming,
Harm. Frank would love to see you.

- Oh, give him my best, huh?
- And I'd love to know why you're here.

- A son can't visit his mom?
- Sure, but you seldom do.

- You think about Dad much, Mom?
- Sure, I do.

Whenever I look at you,
I know some part of him is still alive.

When Dad escaped the POW camp
in Siberia, Mom,

you know he was taken in
by a woman and her brother?

You told me.
He went to work on their farm

and was killed saving her
from drunk soldiers.

So like your father.

The woman, Pitchta,

when Dad died,

she was carrying his baby.

She gave birth to a son, Sergei.

I met him when I was in Chechnya.

I have a half brother.

Before coming to Bethesda,

did you have any special training,
Dr. Cannon?

I was chief resident in Radiology
at Mass General,

where I also trained in obstetrics.

I completed a fellowship programme

in maternal-foetal medicine
at Johns Hopkins,

where I had advanced training
in serial ultrasonography.

Have you had an opportunity
to examine the ultrasound

taken of Lieutenant Harriet Sims
by Commander Gettis?

I have.

It shows an apparently healthy
female foetus of about 24 weeks

and what would appear to be
a rather sizeable fibroid tumour

on the wall of the uterus.

Is there any mention of the tumour
in Commander Gettis' office notes?

- No. He apparently didn't see it.
- Objection.

As to what Dr. Gettis saw,
outside scope of witness's knowledge.

Sustained.

Commander,
what is the hospital protocol

for examining ultrasounds
of pregnant patients?

The ob-gyns review
their own patients' ultrasounds

in early pregnancy.

After four months,
if the patient complains of pain,

as Lieutenant Sims did,
the protocol calls for a radiologist

or a specialist in maternal-foetal
medicine to be consulted.

Now, did Commander Gettis
follow this protocol?

He did not.

Your witness.

Commander Cannon,
you're not board-certified

in maternal-foetal medicine
or radiology, are you?

I haven't taken my boards yet.

You're convinced that
you're better at reading ultrasounds

than Commander Gettis?

All I'm saying is
I've had more training,

and he did miss the tumour,
didn't he?

I'll ask the questions,
if that's all right.

Isn't it true that you were told
Lieutenant Sims had a tumour

before you examined
her ultrasound?

Yes. Dr. Chadway informed me
of his examination.

So having been told
that a tumour existed,

you proceeded to find it?

If that's the way
you want to put it, yes.

Thank you.

- I don't know who to be angry at.
- I was trying to protect you, Mom.

Protect me? You were trying
to protect your father.

I was born a little late for that.

Seems like a lot of people
were born too damn late.

You know, he knew
he'd never get out of Russia.

He had no hope of seeing you again.

Look, I'm not angry with him
about that woman.

I'm angry with him
for not coming home.

I'm angry with him
for my Ionely heart.

I'm angry with him
for missing so much, for missing you.

- And you should've told me.
- I know.

Tell me about your brother.

He's a decent kid.

- He's brave. Strong sense of duty.
- What does he look like?

Does he have his eyes?

He's got his smile.

You gonna try and find him too?

The admiral's ordered me
not to go to Chechnya.

I must thank that man.

Commander Chadway, are you
and Commander Gettis friends?

We're colleagues.
Or were before he left the Navy.

- Do you dislike him?
- No.

Even though he filed a complaint
against you

with the Peer Review Committee
at the hospital?

That was a misunderstanding
about a patient's drug dosage.

Did you ever criticise him
to the nursing staff

for going after big money
in private practice?

I never said anything
that wasn't true.

Have you had any offers
to leave the Navy

and join a prestigious
private practice?

- Objection. Irrelevant.
- The members are entitled to know

if the witness is a mediocre,

passed-over Navy doctor
with a grudge.

- Your Honour.
- Mr. Kaliski,

I don't know
how they practise law downtown,

but that was totally improper.
Now, the objection's sustained.

- Move it along, please.
- Yes, Your Honour.

Commander, on direct, you testified
that Lieutenant Sims' tumour

is visible on the ultrasound
taken by Dr. Gettis.

That's right.

Even to a doctor who's not
specially trained in sonography?

Yes. I'm not specially trained,
and I saw it.

But isn't it true
that you diagnosed the tumour

during a physical examination
before seeing it on the ultrasound?

Yes, but I would've seen it
on the ultrasound whichever I did first.

- So the tumour's highly visible?
- I wouldn't put it that way.

It was encapsulated
in a rather thin membrane

and not well-defined.

Show us.

- There.
- Oh, thank you, commander.

I'm sorry.
This isn't Lieutenant Sims at all.

This belongs
to a pregnant Ensign Mahoney.

- My mistake.
- Objection.

Let's see
where Mr. Kaliski goes with it.

Now,

where was that tumour again
on Ensign Mahoney's ultrasound?

Objection. The entire line
of questioning should be stricken.

- On what grounds?
- Mr. Kaliski's question

is based on a false premise.

Overruled. He's entitled to impeach.

Actually, I'm not sure
there is a tumour on this one.

So without being told
of the existence of a tumour,

you can't be sure?

Even though you previously saw it?

Reading ultrasounds is part art,
part science.

And part power of suggestion?

Hey. How'd you know I was here?

Renee called me.
She's worried about you.

So am I.

No worries here, mate.

Harm, this is no time
to make a life-changing decision.

Hey, it's the best time,
life-or-death time.

You were born to be a Naval officer.

- What could you do in Chechnya?
- Well, I wouldn't be sitting around,

waiting for Sergei's name
to go up on the wall.

I'm resigning my commission.
I'm gonna go find my brother.

You could call Commander Chadway
back and try and rehabilitate him.

I think one dose of the good doctor
is enough.

- Bud, I knew this was a mistake.
- It's a minor setback.

Look, I've done the medical research.
The tumour must've grown fast,

nourished by the blood
flowing to the baby.

If Dr. Gettis had ordered
another ultrasound

closer to the delivery date,
he would've seen it.

That's a great argument
for negligence in a civil case.

Unfortunately, I have to prove criminal
behaviour beyond a reasonable doubt.

You still have Gettis lying
about where he was.

And he still made the mistake
that killed our baby,

- your goddaughter, Sarah Roberts.
- Bud, don't.

I knew we should've listened
to the admiral, Bud.

We're not finished yet, Harriet.
We still have our best weapon.

- What's that?
- You.

Lieutenant Sims, when were you first
examined by Commander Gettis?

I was six-months pregnant, ma'am.

Dr. Kalstone had been treating me,
and then he was transferred.

I was having abdominal pains,
and that's when I met Dr. Gettis.

What do you recall of the visit?

Two things
stand out in my mind, ma'am.

First, when I arrived,

Dr. Gettis was on the phone
ordering his new Porsche.

And second,

when he read the ultrasound,
he told me that my baby was a girl.

Any mention of a fibroid tumour
in your uterus?

- No, ma'am.
- Tell us about the delivery.

It was a premature birth, ma'am.

I was in a lot of pain.

And when my water broke,
it pushed the umbilical cord out.

How did Commander Gettis
handle that?

He didn't, ma'am.

He wasn't there.

How long has the cord
been prolapsed?

Since right before we called you,
Dr. Chadway.

Foetal heart rate's falling again.

- She had an epidural?
- Two hours ago.

- All right. Prepare for a C-section.
- The head's too far down.

Get me a vacuum and call Neonatal
for resuscitation at delivery.

Where's Dr. Gettis?

- I'll take it from here.
- Where have you been, Dr. Gettis?

They got her out.

Sarah, my baby.

And they tried to resuscitate her.

But she never started breathing.

Did you ever learn
of Commander Gettis' whereabouts

during the time
your baby was in distress?

Yes, ma'am.

The car salesman

delivered his new Porsche
to the hospital,

and Dr. Gettis
was out taking a test drive.

Your witness.

Lieutenant,

I want you to know
that I'm sorry for what happened.

But I need to ask you
some questions.

I know.

Did you always follow your doctor's
instructions during your pregnancy?

Yes.

You ever attend
any strenuous aerobics classes?

Low impact.
And at the end, water aerobics.

- Did you drink alcohol?
- Objection. Irrelevant.

I'll give the defence some latitude.
Overruled.

No.

After I found out I was pregnant,
I did not drink alcohol.

Did you ever miss
any scheduled doctor's appointments?

One.

I had to take my son
to his paediatrician.

Lieutenant,
you have one child, correct?

- Right.
- So this was your second pregnancy?

Lieutenant?

On the history
you filled out at the hospital,

you listed only one prior pregnancy,
resulting in the birth of your son, A.J.

But earlier insurance records
from your parents' policy

indicate a prior hospitalization
involving a pregnancy.

- Which is correct?
- Objection.

- Irrelevant.
- Goes to credibility

and whether Dr. Gettis
was given accurate information

by Lieutenant Sims.

Overruled.

It's true.

I was pregnant once before.

And I was 18,

I wasn't married,

and I had a miscarriage.

Only my parents knew.

And I never told anybody until now.

So you didn't tell Commander Gettis
about the miscarriage?

No.

Did you have any fibroid tumours
during that pregnancy?

Yes, but that had nothing to do
with the miscarriage.

Perhaps Commander Gettis

should've made that determination,
lieutenant.

But you didn't tell him about
the earlier tumours either, did you?

No.

What time is it in Moscow?

Oh, time to dream
about Miami Beach.

- Any news?
- No.

I would call you.
The Army's still looking.

Look, can you get me
into Chechnya?

Again?

We did pretty good there last time,
you and me.

If you don't count
losing a court-martial,

almost getting shot
by the Chechens,

almost getting blown up
by Colonel General Krylov.

I'm landing in Moscow
Thursday morning.

- Sheremetyevo?
- Yeah.

You have travel documents, right?
Official Navy business?

Not anymore.

Sarah.

I wasn't expecting you. Come in.

That's not so bad.

Some women come home and find
their men dressed in pantyhose.

- How's the trial going?
- Oh, could be better.

I came by for some cheering up.

- Moonlighting?
- My old CO called from Sydney.

There's an opening
for a deputy at MHQ.

I see.

I've made a few phone calls, Sarah.

I don't have a book of business
to bring with me.

Won't be easy finding a position
in a new firm.

But Australia? When things
are going so well between us?

This week.

Things do have a way
of going up and down, don't they?

That's the nature
of relationships, Mic.

You have to work at them.
You have to be together.

It's a really good opportunity, Sarah.

Is that what you want?

I want you.

You have me.

Do I?

Sometimes I feel I moved 12,000 miles
to be your Saturday-night date.

You're more than that.

When I proposed to you,

you put the ring on your right hand,

said you needed time
to think about it.

It's been ten months.

- I guess I won't be needing this.
- No.

Oh, Bud, I'm so sorry.

It happened so long ago,
and I just wanted to forget about it.

Oh, honey.

It's all right.

I guess I wrecked our case.

That's not important, sweetie.

Can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me?

For what?

Well, for putting you through
all of this.

- Oh, Bud, that's...
- No.

Your happiness is more important
to me than anything.

Than any stupid court case.

I thought I was punishing Dr. Gettis,
and I just ended up punishing us.

Are we gonna be okay?

We are okay.

Hey, come here.

- I love you so much.
- Oh, I love you too, honey.

For 25 centuries,
physicians have taken an oath.

They swear before all the gods
never to harm a patient.

Leaving the hospital
without notifying his backup,

lying about his whereabouts,
failing to respond to a page,

are all violations of that oath

and of the Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

Physicians

are not perfect.

They cannot heal every wound,

or save every life.

And no obstetrician
stands by his patient's bedside

through seven hours of labour.

They attend to other patients.

They go for a walk.
They have a meal.

If you find that Dr. Lawrence Gettis
made an error in judgement,

or is guilty of mere negligence,

he did not commit a crime.

You must find him not guilty.

You may publish your findings.

Lieutenant Commander
Lawrence Gettis,

United States Naval Reserve,
this court martial finds you,

on all charges and specifications,
not guilty.

This court martial's adjourned.

I know what you must think of me,
but I am truly sorry for your loss.

You may not believe me,
and you may not even care,

but I promise you, nothing like this
will ever happen again.

As you were.

Admiral, I'm...

Redecorating?

Sir, I've left a request
for voluntary separation

with a statement
of special circumstance in your box.

It's not a decision
I arrived at easily, admiral.

Tell him.

Major Sokol called.

A Russian listening post
picked up a Chechen field radio.

A local commander
mentioned a captured helo pilot:

Sergei Zhukov, alive and uninjured.

He's a POW.

SECNAV's talking to Russian brass
about a prisoner swap.

And our people will make sure
it includes Sergei.

Hey, that's good news.

So there's nothing anyone else
can do over there now, is there?

No, I suppose not.

- Webb, will you excuse us a minute?
- Sure.

You know, this thing's no good.

It's supposed to be filled out
in triplicate.