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Are you sure you want
to go through with this, sir?

Let's go.

All right.

What's with the bloating?

Uh, that's perfectly
normal, Admiral.

It's due to a reduction
in ambient pressure.

I suggest you expel
whatever gas you can

before the next maneuver.

You're kidding.

I'll wait, sir.

Well, I'm a little
confined here.

All right.

Okay, here we go.

Admiral, you all right?

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Washington Center!

This is Navy 2-8-7-8!

I have an uncommanded
ejection of my backseater!

Eight complaints of
pilot disorientation, sir.

All investigated and
analyzed by Pax River.

They've determined the F-14's

new Heads-Up
Display is the culprit.

Navy's case against the
contractor has got to be airtight.

General Counsel's Office

is looking to me
for verification.

I'm looking to you.

Understood, sir.

So, walk me through
the, uh, specifics.

Well, sir, the HUD
displays the aircraft's attitude

during flight maneuver,
which in this case, uh,

the actual attitude
tended to lag

by a fraction of a second.

How does this
create disorientation?

Admiral, a pilot uses
situational intelligence

to determine where
in space he is.

Two ways, peripherally...

Where information
is channeled directly

into the subconscious mind...
And through forward vision,

via the HUD, or
Heads-Up Display...

Where information is channeled

to the conscious mind.

And, because the two
minds process data differently,

if there's a differential,

it can cause a, uh,
confused scenario,

whereby the pilot believes
he's in one position,

when, in fact, he's in a
slightly different position.

I'm not visualizing.

Close your eyes, sir, spin
around and open them.

No!

I'm just attempting to
demonstrate, Admiral.

Can this condition be
recreated in an airplane?

Pax River's done it, sir.

Well, I want you to do it
with me in the backseat.

Well, when's the last time
you went up in a 14, sir?

Never.

You don't think I can handle it?

No, no, sir.

If you, uh, if you think

it'll clarify things, then...

I do.

A ride will require
training, sir.

Low-pressure chamber test,

that type of thing.

Mmm, can you
schedule me one today?

I'll get right on it, sir.

What's this?

Happy Valentine's Day.

You look surprised.

I wasn't expecting...

Guess I should
just open it, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Read the inscription.

Um...

"A woman would run
through fire and water

For such a kind heart."

Merry Wives of Windsor.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh.

Oh.

And thank you.

Hope that's okay.

What? Of course.

I love chocolates.

So, where are we going?

Do you mind if
we stay in tonight?

I'm exhausted.

I, uh, had to do this, um...

AP training all day.

What's that?

Uh, it's, uh,

flight preparation.

Commander Rabb's taking me
up in an F-14 tomorrow morning.

He's got to show me this glitch

in the new Heads-Up Display.

Sounds dangerous.

He knows how to control it.

Well... well, maybe we
can meet afterwards.

My afternoon's jammed, you know?

I'm sorry; my schedule's
been crazy lately.

I'm just jealous.

I wish I were going up with you.

Well, you're always with me.

You dumb ass!

Washington Center!

This is Navy 2-8-7-8!

I have an uncommanded
ejection of my backseater!

Say again, 2-8-7-8.

My backseat punched out

about 120 miles south

of Martinsburg!

Transmission garbled, 2-8-7-8.

You're hearing wind
stream... I lost my canopy!

Cannot read you, 2-8-7-8.

Squawking emergency!

2-8-7-8, observing
your emergency squawk.

Clearing you for
immediate landing

at Martinsburg
Municipal Airport.

Click mike three times
for acknowledgment.

I think he must've loosened

his lap belt, Colonel,
which would've caused him

to bang his head
into the canopy.

In his confusion,
he must've grabbed

the alternate ejection
seat handle, sir.

I-I... I take full responsibility
for this, Colonel.

Your C.O. will insist on it.

It was my C.O. who
punched out, Colonel.

The Navy's Judge
Advocate General.

This is a remarkable
story, Commander.

Sir, I'd like to be part of
the search and rescue team.

Pax River's already on it.

They're sending
out a SAR aircraft

with ground crew aboard.

Well, can you get
me over there, sir?

The doctor's cleared me.

You reported where he
punched out, Commander.

We'll take it from here.

I recommend you go
back to Falls Church.

We'll keep you posted.

Sir, I'd really like to
be on the helicopter.

You dumped a two-star

over the George Washington
National Forest, Commander.

Haven't you done enough?

Commander Rabb?

Airman Rodino, Motor Pool.

Got you a jacket, sir.

Colonel Skelly also
requisitioned you transportation.

Got the vehicle outside there.

There's no...
chains on the tires.

They're all being used, sir.

Well, I have a 90-mile
drive ahead of me, Airman.

We're doing what we can, sir.

Well, do you have anything
in a four-wheel drive?

We've got two humvees, sir.

Are they covered?

One of them, but
it needs a tune-up.

I'll take it.

That's a wilderness area, Harm.

Do you have confirmation
he survived the ejection?

Mac, the admiral's
a former SEAL.

He knows his way
around a parachute.

You don't forget
your survival training.

Yeah, well,

the area that he jumped
into is heavily forested.

He has his beacon
and smoke flares,

which he can set off when
he hears the helo rotors.

If they can see
it in this weather.

Anything I can do?

Well, we should
let Meredith know.

But don't tell
anyone at the office

until we have a better idea

what's going on, all right?

Agreed.

When do you expect to be back?

When I find him.

8-1-4-6-1 Tango.

Taxi to 23.

Clearance on request.

Roger, 6-1 Tango.

Be advised:
extreme low visibility.

You'll be on
instrumentation only.

Stand by for clearance.

Morning Light Control,
this is Nighthawk 2-1.

We have clearing conditions.

This is Morning Light.

We read you, 2-1.

How close are you
to the ejection site?

Ten clicks, sir.
We'll check back

when we're in range.

♪ Where seldom is heard ♪

♪ A discouraging word ♪

♪ And the skies... are
not cloudy... all day. ♪

What...?

Meredith. It's Mac.

Are you there?

Could you call me at the office?

The admiral...

It's important.

Just please get back to
me as soon as you can.

555-0171.

Okay.

What do I got?

Okay, I-I got the beacon.

Jerky.

Morning Light, this
is Nighthawk 2-1.

We're at the site.

Have commenced
expanded search pattern.

2-1, this is Morning Light.

Have you located the
admiral's beacon yet?

That's a negative,
Morning Light.

Should be in range, 2-1.

If he's still where he ejected.

MacKENZIE: Meredith, just left a
message on your home machine.

Trying to reach
you on your cell.

It's important I hear from you.

There's a situation with...

Um, please get back to me.

Thank you.

Both counsels and the accused
are in the courtroom, ma'am.

Right.

Session's already eight
minutes late, Colonel.

Can you close the door?

I'm telling you this
in strict confidence

because I need
someone to monitor things

and follow through
while I'm in session.

You are not to utter a word
of this to anyone in the office

until I say so.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

It concerns Admiral Chegwidden.

I need you to keep me
apprised of his situation.

And we have to reach
Meredith Cavanaugh.

Understood, ma'am.

Is the admiral all right?

Yet to be determined.

I don't get it.

You're too calm about this.

I knew you'd make it out.

There were concerns.

I know.

I was wet, I lost my
fire, threat of animals.

But look at you.

Not a scratch.

Must have been blessed.

You still are.

Had this with me.

Took it on the flight.

I didn't think you liked it.

Oh, I liked it.

I was embarrassed by it.

It was such a clear
demonstration of how you felt,

and all I could come up with
is a damn box of chocolates?

I didn't care.

Yes, you did.

All right.

I was a little surprised at
the impersonality of your gift.

You had every right to be.

Was it because you didn't know

how to demonstrate
your feelings?

Or because they
weren't strong enough?

MacKENZIE: This is a
"judge alone" court-martial.

As agreed,

there will be no Members present

at any time during
the proceedings.

Does the Government wish
to make an opening statement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Petty Officer Matthew Cantrell,

an Interior
Communications Electrician

aboard the destroyer
USS Callahan

is charged with placing
a miniature video camera

in the junction box of
the enlisted female head.

This is in violation
of Article 134,

conduct prejudicial to
good order and discipline.

The Government will
show that the accused

was responsible for
requisitioning the equipment

from the base photo lab.

The stated purpose
was for the examination

of hard-to-reach
electrical conduits,

but, in fact, was intended
for this installation only.

The Petty Officer's motives
were clearly prurient,

and a direct
invasion of the privacy

of his female shipmates.

MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Roberts, does the defense

desire to proceed, or
reserve its opening statement?

We'd like to make
them now, Your Honor.

Defense will show that
Petty Officer Cantrell

is wrongly accused
of the offense.

Now, while he may have placed
the camera in the female head,

it was directly in furtherance
of the inspection program.

We contend that, actually,
the movement of the ship

changed the camera angle,

thus exposing the
Petty Officer to suspicion.

Thank you.

Coates, have you heard
from the admiral? No.

I was expecting him back
from his flight an hour ago.

He's got a conference
call in six minutes.

I don't know what to do.

I'd say cancel for the moment,

and tell them you'll call
as soon as he arrives.

Yeah. I'm a little worried.

Can't reach him on his cell.

Commander Rabb's
not returning either.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

I'm going to call Pax
River, see what's up.

Uh, I'll call them.

It's okay, I've got the
number on speed dial.

Tiner, I have information
about the admiral.

You weren't going to tell me?

I was ordered not to.

I'm his yeoman, Coates.

That's why I'm
making this exception.

Has something
happened to the admiral?

You need to promise
me not to say anything

until the information
is officially disclosed.

Master Chief Andre,

is Petty Officer Cantrell
under your supervision?

Yes, sir, he's one of
my IC petty officers.

And would you tell us
what you encountered

on the evening of 7 January?

I left the duty log in the IC,

returned to pick it up.

When I walked in,

I noticed the image of a
toilet on one of the monitors.

It was clear to me a camera

had been trained
on one of the heads.

When I got closer, I
saw, on the screen,

an enlisted female
enter the area.

What was she doing?

Preparing to use
the facilities, sir.

Was anyone other
than you in the IC?

Petty Officer Cantrell
entered shortly after.

Was he on watch at the time?

Yes, sir.

Did you ask him about it?

Loudly, sir.

What was his answer?

He said he had mounted
the camera in the junction box

to check the existence
of mice in the conduits,

and that it had
popped out of position.

Did you believe him?

No, sir.

Why?

Well, I realize mice
are a problem, sir.

They tend to gnaw at the wiring

which can create a fire hazard,

but what I didn't understand

was why the camera
was being used

to view such a small area.

And even if that
could be explained,

why couldn't it have
been properly secured

at the correct
angle to begin with?

Why wasn't he at
his place of duty?

He claimed he'd gone
out to get some duct tape

so he could correct the problem.

And did he have tape
with him at the time?

Yes, sir.

Videotape.

Thank you.

That will be all.

Master Chief Andre,

did Petty Officer Cantrell
give you an excuse

for why he did not have
duct tape on his person?

He said he
couldn't find any, sir.

And did he give you a
reason for the videotape?

Restocking.

Did you ever see
Petty Officer Cantrell

watching what was
on the monitors?

No, sir.

So, in fact, aren't you the
only one who was doing so?

Excuse me, Lieutenant?

Well, if proof of wrongdoing
is based on the intention

to view the private acts
of female personnel,

then aren't your
actions, Master Chief,

the ones that apply here?

Objection, Your Honor.
This is clearly argumentative.

Sustained.

Confine questions of culpability
to the accused, Counselor.

Master Chief, did
you not authorize

the requisition for this camera?

Lieutenant?

No further questions.

Damn it, Admiral,
where are your flares?

We got something.

Marking the coordinates.

Morning Light, this
is Nighthawk 2-1.

We have a fix on the beacon.

Easy...

Easy.

2-1 to Morning Light.

We have a dimming beacon.

Initial indication, 2-1?

Our man is definitely
on the move.

What's going on, 2-1?

Well, sir, either the Admiral's
a world-class sprinter

or he's just found
himself a snowmobile.

We've lost his signal.

We're out of contact.

Exit 74, making outdoor
activities dangerous.

Admiral!

Admiral, it's Harm!

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Mac, I found the
Admiral's campsite.

He's gone.

You think he's been rescued?

No. I can hear the helos.

They're still looking for him.

Where would he go?

Well, there's two scenarios...

One I won't consider.

What does that mean?

I have tracks.

I think he's moved on.

Call Pax River.

Let them know that I'm here

and what I've found.

And give them these coordinates:

Latitude 38
degrees, nine minutes

16 seconds north,

longitude 78
degrees, five minutes,

51 seconds west.

And wish me luck, okay?

Harm?

Tiner, is the Admiral back yet?

No, ma'am.

I need to talk to him.

I'll put you on the
list, Lieutenant.

Before the end
of the day, please.

No promises, ma'am.

Does he have a lot on his plate?

Not exactly.

Well, is he coming back at all?

I'm hoping.

When will you know for sure?

As soon as I hear
back search and rescue.

Did I say what I think
I just said, ma'am?

Talk to me, Tiner.

Only if you make me
a promise, Lieutenant.

Sorry.

Be seated.

Petty Officer, may I remind
you that you're still under oath.

Yes, ma'am.

Proceed.

Petty Officer McCurdy,

do you know Petty
Officer Cantrell?

He's in the rack above me, sir.

He ever mention a particular
video installation to you?

Yes, sir. He told me that
he placed a miniature camera

in the female head.

Did he ask if you wanted
to see the video output?

Yes, sir. I refused.

Why?

Because it's sick, sir, and
totally against regulations.

Thank you.

Petty Officer, have you ever
known Petty Officer Cantrell

to be lascivious?

He likes the women, sir.

But has he ever mentioned
anything like this before?

Uh, no, not that
I can recall, sir.

Did he tell you what
you'd be viewing?

No, sir, but it's
pretty obvious.

To you.

To anyone, Lieutenant.

I'd appreciate it if you speak
for yourself, Petty Officer.

To me, sir.

Is that because you have

a particular interest
in the subject matter?

Objection.

You're reaching, counselor.

Your Honor, I'm
just trying to impeach

the Petty Officer's assumptions.

You're getting personal.

Sustained.

Sorry, ma'am.

You assumed he
meant for you to witness

the private acts

of female shipmates,
is that correct? Yes, sir.

It couldn't have been

that he was asking you
as an electrician's mate,

to help monitor the wiring

coming out of that junction box?

I don't think so, sir.

Why not?

'Cause it makes no sense to me.

But peeping on
female shipmates does?

Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

Why would I take your gift along

if I was trying to
avoid its message?

And your answer?

I guess, instinctively...

I wanted a part of you with me.

It's almost as if I knew
I'd be needing you.

Apparently you did.

Yeah.

Do I get a thank you?

Thank you.

Better than chocolate.

You have no idea how cold I was.

My senses were on overload.

Not enough, I assume,

to cancel out the
rescue helicopter.

I'm here.

I'm here, damn it!

Nighthawk 2-1, Morning Light.

What's your status?

Based on the information
from Commander Rabb,

we think he's in
the canyon below.

Can you insert your SAR team?

The canyon walls are too tight,

and we're dancing
with some high winds.

Is there a better zone nearby?

At the canyon mouth,
three miles north.

All right, set your
team down there,

have them walk in.

Remain at the
ready for extraction.

Copy that.

Where you going now, damn it?!

Where the hell is
that damn flare?

We'll take a short recess.

Uh... uh, again, Your Honor?

We've hardly had any court time.

Do you anticipate the end

of the world, Lieutenant?

No, Your Honor.

It's not promising, ma'am.

The helos lost contact.

They're putting a
team on the ground.

How close are they?

They're not sure, ma'am.

Any word from
Meredith? No, Colonel.

Where is Commander Rabb now?

He's out of range.
I can't reach him.

That's unacceptable,
Petty Officer.

I'm doing my best, ma'am.

Yes, I'm sure you are.

I'm sorry.

You know, I don't
know what to do.

Should I say something?

It's a hard call, Colonel.

Let's keep it quiet
for the moment,

see if we get some better news.

Admiral!

Your Honor,

I'd like to call Petty
Officer Cantrell to the stand.

Proceed.

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you swear that the evidence
you shall give in the case

now in... hearing...
shall be the truth,

the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

So help me God, sir?

Yes.

I do, sir.

Petty Officer,

are you aware of the
severity of this violation?

I am, sir.

It's deeply offensive to women.

Actually, to anyone
who values privacy.

And the fact that you're
being accused of this.

I know what it looks
like, Lieutenant,

and I would probably
assume I was guilty

if I didn't know better.

What happened?

It's a misunderstanding, sir.

I would never consciously
do something like this.

In fact, my intentions were

to benefit the
women aboard ship.

In what way?

Well, sir, there's a
lot of wiring to inspect.

I chose a female head first

because I was
concerned for their welfare.

The idea of them having
to deal with an electrical fire

while being in a
compromising position.

Your Honor?

Yes?

Is there a problem?

Yes.

May I continue?

Yes.

So, your reasons were
practical and considerate.

Yes, sir.

The last thing I intended
was to be a Peeping Tom.

I was taught to

respect the female body.

What was that?

Sorry, ma'am?

You were taught to respect
females or the female body?

Which one did I say, ma'am?

The second.

I was taught to show respect
for the opposite sex, ma'am.

Or is it just sex?

Your Honor, is
there a reason why

you're questioning my witness?

Because I can, Counselor.

May we approach?

Please.

Colonel, I can't help feeling

that you're displaying
a bias against my client.

Your client is stretching the
limits of credulity, Lieutenant.

I understand that
you're enjoying

being back in a
lead-counsel role,

but frankly, I'm disappointed
with your strategy.

It's a legitimate
strategy, ma'am.

It's creative,
I'll give you that.

Given that this session

is nearly over anyway,

I suggest we call it a day

and you have a conversation
with your opposition.

About what, ma'am?

About options other than
taking this case to verdict.

But, ma'am...

Bud, look at my face.

Do you see anything there

that suggests I'm in a
malleable frame of mind?

Admiral?!

Admiral!

Stay in one place.

Don't make it the Colonel's
problem, Lieutenant.

You had a tough hill to climb.

Fortunately, I'm here
to offer you a hand.

Yeah, well, do me a favor,

keep it away from my neck, okay?

No, no, my deal is fair,
considering her verdict

would likely be a
bad-conduct discharge

and significant brig time.

I recommend five
months confinement

with discharge as adjudged.

Two months
confinement, no discharge.

I'll give you the two months,
but the petty officer goes.

Well, he wants to stay in.

Did you take a good look
at that tape, Lieutenant?

Yes.

Why keep this guy in the Navy?

Punitive discharge,
no confinement.

Hey, sweetie.

What's wrong?

The fire was burning down,
everything else was gone.

This... this was all I had left.

And thanks to you,
it's all I needed.

I apologize for not making
this announcement earlier,

but I was hoping
for a resolution.

In lieu of that, I have some
alarming news about the admiral.

What? They haven't
found him yet?

No.

But Commander Rabb
is on his trail, correct?

Yes. Any concerns about
the commander, ma'am?

Should there be?

We understand they found

an empty humvee
at the drop zone.

Well, I hadn't heard that.

I was just about
to brief you, ma'am.

Is there anyone here that knows
less than I do, Petty Officer?

Yes. Me.

You're worse off than me, huh?

You belonged to
somebody, didn't you?

What'd they do,
dump you out here?

What? Did you hear something?

Wait a minute.

I'm going where you're going.

I was presenting a paper nearby

at a literary symposium,

and when I finally turned
my cell phone back on,

I had received four
messages from you.

You're aware the Admiral

went up in an F-14
with Harm this morning?

They crashed?

No, no, he... he
inadvertently ejected

over George Washington
National Forest.

They haven't found him yet.

Okay.

I wish I had better news.

Oh, you do.

Anything other than
"he's dead" is better news.

There's no guarantee
he's alive, Meredith.

You doubt that he is?

I'm concerned.

He's fine.

There's nothing to worry about.

How can you be so sure?

Because he would
expect nothing less

than complete faith from me.

Admiral!

Admiral!

Sorry, Meredith.

Hey, there's a Navy Admiral
wandering the woods out there.

I'm looking to put
together a search party.

I'm offering a reward.

Can you help?

Unit 22, respond
to injury accident...

Is he bad off?

No, ma'am, but he'll need
to be hospitalized for testing.

Let me talk to her.
Let me talk to her.

Well...

how's my Boy Scout?

Thanks for the help.

What did I do?

You made me pay attention.

I'm not sure what you mean,

but, uh, I like
the way it sounds.

I love you.

Do I need to repeat that?

Yes.

I love you.

You're just grateful

to be alive.

Wait until the
euphoria has passed.

Why? A.J...

Listen to me.

I had to run through
fire and water

to get to the feelings I have.

You going to back
away from that?

I love you, too.

Um... something
else I got to tell you.

Hmm?

It, um, it can't be just
the two of us anymore.

What? What do you mean?

I'm involved with
another female.

What?!