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Oh, I don't know what to get you, Mick. That's because I'm a man who has

everything.

Hey, Santa.

Happy Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Hey, look.

It's you.

Blimey. It's a bloody country squire. That's what you're going to look like

after a few years at Ryan Price and Siegel.

Only if he'll be my country wife.

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 the savannah.

Renee knows if you've been naughty or nice.

Yes, and which does she prefer?

You don't know by now, sailor. You know, is my brother going to like this?

Yeah, keep the chill out of those foxholes and touchdowns.

Do they still have foxholes?

I should get them a Kevlar vest.

It can't end like this.

I gave you a phony address, Tyner.

And her phone's listed under a man's name. Maybe it's her brother. Two

a name change, and a bankruptcy.

But she seemed like the girl next door.

Commander? Colonel?

What is this guy? I'm just teaching Tyner 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.

Enter. Have a seat.

Colonel, stats 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 chunk of Japan.

Commander, are you familiar with the Joint Strike Fighter project?

The X -35 Alpha, the test of 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? 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.

Oh. Oh, well.

Well, take care of it. It goes to court -martial. Lieutenant Roberts can defend.

Where's Lieutenant Roberts?

I know what happened. I want to know why.

It was a difficult delivery. The umbilical cord prolapsed. The baby

getting oxygen.

And when Dr. Geddes 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. Geddes?

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

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

Correspondence. Harriet, come in, Lieutenant.

But Dr. Chadway found something.

A uterine leiomyoma, or in layman's terms, the fibroid tumor.

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. It could have blocked the baby's head from coming down the birth canal so

the head pinched the cord against the pelvic bone.

Dr. Geddes never said anything about a tumor.

Well... There's no mention in his notes, but it's right here on the ultrasound

he took.

All I see is her baby.

The myeloma is not well defined, but here, about the size

of a tennis ball.

If Dr. Geddes had seen that, should he have done anything differently?

That's not for me to say.

Doctor, please.

We lost our baby.

He could have done a myomectomy, removing it, or at least prepared for a

-section. Should he have left the delivery room?

I wouldn't have.

Honey, what's this?

Supplier chain management contracts for JFF procurement.

Billy, me? I should have 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 utilization through responsive group enterprises.

Sound... Boring?

A little dry.

Oh, 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.

Ha -ha.

Homemade garlic ginger chutney, noodles.

I'm not that brave.

What's up?

You know, 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 Gekichu and made an emergency landing in

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 favors to make it top

priority. But he's in Chechen territory.

Oh, harm.

Not again.

I don't know, bud.

He loved the Navy.

I don't know how he can even think about swimming.

There's no other way, sweetie.

Harriet! Mick!

I'm so sorry about the baby.

Thanks, Mick. I got your note. It's very sweet.

Thank you.

But, 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 Uncle Sam.

What for?

Harry's delivery at Bethesda.

Navy hospital and Navy doctors.

There'll be an immunity issue under the Ferris Doctrine.

Maybe a good lawyer could find a way around that.

See, I'm convinced Dr. Geddes is guilty of malpractice. He was so anxious to get

into private practice that his treatment was really flip -shot. Dr. Lawrence

Geddes.

You know him?

I'd stop.

I know it sounds tough, but I've already filed the notice of claim. Not another

word, bud.

Oh, no.

What is it?

Mick is representing Dr.

Geddes.

Well, he can't be. The firm wrote his partnership agreement.

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

her to possible litigation.

Because he knew that he had screwed up.

Bud, you're a lawyer.

Innocent people hire us all the time. But, Mick... You didn't give us any

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 labor?

Modeling, acting, endorsements. If she's kicked out of the Navy for posing nude,

the publicity helps her.

Hmm.

In that case, she has suggestions for keeping her in the Navy, preferably

clothed. That'd be where I'd transfer to Iceland, sir.

Sorry I'm late, sir. 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 Geddes' 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 Ferris 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, um... It's natural to

want to blame someone when a tragedy like this happens. All I want is

sir.

But look at me.

For your sake and Harriet's.

For your mental well -being.

Dozens of reasons let this go. You can't win.

All right, sir.

I won't sue.

But I will file criminal charges against Commander Geddes for dereliction of

duty, and I will win, sir.

Nick!

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

The pride fixing case.

Whose side are you on?

We call it free enterprise.

Do you have a hearing?

No, I just came by to talk.

Me too.

Damn fortuitous to have you here to handle the Gettys case.

Yeah.

Yeah, and a pretty strange legal system where medical malpractice is potentially

a felony. I don't get it. In the military, negligence can be dereliction

duty. Is that so?

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

Very.

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.

Mick, 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, Mick.

In private practice, we eat what we kill.

You want to eat, don't you?

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

If you want to work in my firm, you'll defend Dr. Geddes.

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

Lieutenant Roberts' report of criminal offenses 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 Gattis? Yes,

Lieutenant, you will stay the hell out of it.

Aye, sir.

I answered.

Colonel,

I've done some research.

Dr. Giddes did his residency at Jackson Memorial in Miami. You could see his

record. Bud, didn't you hear the Admiral?

It's just a suggestion, ma 'am. You can't be objective, and you could taint

investigation. I'm sorry, ma 'am, but I have done a timeline of the delivery.

Bud, not another word.

Tyner, 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 FFB friends in Grozny.

Beckner has been in touch with his counterpart in Moscow. Everything is

done to find your brother. I understand that, sir, but it's still missing. I

have 22 days' leave accumulated, sir.

I'd like to take that time now.

Not a good idea, Commander.

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

And they know you.

You run into the 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

Commander, you don't speak the language. You have no authority, no support.

Hell, you're going to be caught between a bloodthirsty army on one side and

cutthroat guerrillas on the other. That's my brother, Admiral.

I must be losing my grip. First it's Lieutenant Roberts, now it's you.

We have commitments to our families, sir.

Enter 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, Tyner? I'm checking up on my administration of justice

professor. Look, he drives an SUV, his birthday is 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?

Well, yeah, sure.

How about misdemeanor?

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

Tyner, give me back my computer.

Sorry, Gunny. Lieutenant.

So, Gunny. Sir.

What else can this thing do?

Hmm.

If I told you how proud I am of you.

I'm not going to sell out my friend to become that country squire. But you

have 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 going to 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.

Mick 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?

Uh, nothing new.

Tell me something, Mick.

Was it hard, leaving the Navy?

Wasn't easy.

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

Dr. Geddes, you apparently failed to diagnose the Dennis Sims flyboy tumor.

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

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

My new office has 21st century equipment. It's got... Three

picturing. It's got digital readouts. You also failed to diagnose the tumor in

your physical examinations.

I couldn't palpate it with the baby there. And the tumor wasn't visible on a

pelvic exam.

Well, then there's the issue of your delay in reaching the delivery room when

the umbilical cord prolapsed. Colonel, Dr. Geddes 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 doctor's 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 over again?

Yeah. Stay the hell out of the Navy.

Maybe that would have been better for all concerned.

Colonel. That's uncalled for. Is it?

What do you have here?

Maybe an error in judgment?

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

Lieutenant, I have that research you wanted.

Thank you, Kenny. Sir.

Thank you very much. Sir.

Yeah.

How did it go, ma 'am?

Inconclusive.

Ma 'am, I think there's something about Dr. Geddes you're going to want to see.

Bud, 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 CompuSpice software, ma 'am.

Dr. Geddes bought himself a new Porsche.

Who cares?

Talk to the salesman, ma 'am.

And you will.

Yes, Mr. Jones, you're confirmed for Tuesday the 14th.

Okay.

Good morning, Dr.

Robbins and Geddes. May I help you?

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

Okay.

Hi, where's Dr. Geddes?

Do you have an appointment?

No. Where is he?

With the patient.

If you tell me what this is regarding... Once you die at Mrs.

Forrestal and everything will be just fine.

Okay? See you next week.

Bye. Commander Geddes.

Dr. Geddes. As a lieutenant commander on the Naval Reserve, you're still subject

to the Uniform Code of Military Justice for crimes committed on active duty.

I don't believe this.

Lieutenant Commander Lawrence Geddes, 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

Harriet Sims gave birth, and while her baby was dying, you were taking a test

drive.

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 Rab -G.

Right, he's a survivor.

Well, I've got rab jeans, too, and I'm supposed to just sit here and peruse

contracts about wingnuts and widgets?

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

motivated are they, really? I mean, do they give a damn? Harm, what do you want

to do?

Disobey a direct order from your commanding officer?

I may not have to.

I resign my commission.

Yes?

Tomorrow? Yep.

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 a witness stand?

And how do you suggest 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. Kaliske? Am I allowed to display anger?

I should be in there.

I don't.

That Gillespie is a real smooth operator.

He's going to have Colonel McKenzie stipulate her whole case away.

Bud!

This will be interesting, Colonel.

Colonel, I'd appreciate it if you ran any pretrial agreements by me.

What's the matter, Lieutenant?

Don't you trust Colonel McKenzie?

With my life.

It's a money -grubbing shyster lawyer that I'm worried about.

Lieutenant, that's enough.

Highly unprofessional.

I could have you sanctioned. That's 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

to be a naval officer.

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

Your fit rep is due in three weeks. What do you think you deserve on judgment

and military bearing?

I don't know, ma 'am. If there was a number lower than one, it would 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.

I am in.

We should tell me you were coming, Harm. Frank would love to see you.

Oh, give him my best.

And I'd love to know why you're here.

Son can't visit his mom?

Sure, but you seldom do.

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

woman and her brother. You told me. He went to work on their farm and was...

Killed, saving her from drunk soldiers, like your father.

The woman hitched her.

When Dad died, she was carrying his baby.

I gave birth to a son, Sergei.

I met him when I was in Chechnya.

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 program in maternal fetal medicine at

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 Geddes? I have.

It shows an apparently healthy female fetus of about 24 weeks.

and what would appear to be a rather sizable fibroid tumor on the wall of the

uterus. Is there any mention of the tumor in Commander Geddes' office note?

No, he apparently didn't see it.

Objection. As to what Dr. Geddes saw, outside scope of witnesses' knowledge?

Sustained.

Commander, what is the hospital protocol for examining ultrasounds of pregnant

patients? The OBGYNs review their own patients' ultrasounds in early

After four months, if the patient complains of pain, as Lieutenant Sims

protocol calls for a radiologist or a specialist in maternal fetal medicine to

be consulted.

Now, did Commander Geddes follow this protocol?

He did not.

Your witness.

Commander Cannon, you're not board certified in maternal fetal medicine or

radiology, are you? I haven't taken my boards yet.

But you're convinced that you're better at reading ultrasounds than Commander

Geddes? All I'm saying is I've had more training.

And he did miss the tumor, didn't he?

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

Isn't it true that you were told Lieutenant Simms had a tumor before you

examined her ultrasound?

Yes, Dr. Chadway informed me of his examination.

So, having been told that a tumor 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, Ma. Protect me? You were trying to protect your

father. I was born a little late for that.

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

You know, he knew he'd never get out of Russia. He had no hope of seeing you

again. Doc, 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 lonely heart.

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

And you should have 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 a smile.

Are you going to 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 Geddes... Bren?

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

at the hospital?

That was a misunderstanding about a patient's drug dosage. Did you ever

criticize them 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

witnesses of mediocre, passed -over Navy doctor with a grudge. Your Honor.

Mr. Kaliske, I don't know how they practiced law downtown, but that was

improper. Now, the objection is sustained.

Move it along, please.

Yes, Your Honor.

Commander, on direct, you testified that Lieutenant Sims' tumor is visible on

the ultrasound taken by Dr. Geddes.

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 tumor during a physical examination before seeing it on the

ultrasound? Yes, but I would have seen it on the ultrasound whichever I did

first. So the tumor is highly visible.

I wouldn't put it that way. It was encapsulated in a rather thin membrane

not well defined.

Show us.

There. Well, thank you, Commander.

Uh -oh.

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. Kaliske goes with it.

Now...

Where was that tumor again?

On Ensign Mahoney's ultrasound?

Objection. The entire line of questioning should be stricken. On what

Mr. Kaliske's question is based on a false premise.

All rule. He's entitled to impeach.

Actually, I'm not sure there is a tumor on this one. So, without being told of

the existence of a tumor, you can't be sure?

Even though you previously thought reading ultrasounds is part art, part

science. And part power of suggestion.

How did you know I was here?

Rene called me. He's worried about you.

I'm late.

No worries here, mate.

Tom, 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

wall.

I'm resigning my commission.

I'm going to go find my brother.

You could call Commander Chadwick back on redirect and try and rehabilitate

I think one dose of the good doctor is enough.

But I knew this was a mistake. It's a minor setback. Look, I've done the

research. The tumor must have grown fast, nourished by the blood flowing to

baby. If Dr. Geddes had ordered another ultrasound closer to the delivery date,

he would have seen it. It's a great argument for negligence in a civil case,

unfortunately I have to prove criminal behavior beyond a reasonable doubt.

But you saw Geddes lying about where he was, and he still made the mistake that

killed our baby, your goddaughter, Sarah Roberts.

I knew we should have listened to the Admiral, but... 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 Geddes?

I was six months pregnant, ma 'am.

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

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

What do you recall of the visit?

Two things.

Stand out in my mind, ma 'am.

First, when I arrived, Dr.

Geddes 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 tumor 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 Giddes 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. Fetal heart rate's falling

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 and delivery.

Where's Dr. Giddes?

I'll take it from here.

Where have you been, Dr. Geddes?

They got her out.

Sarah, my baby.

And they tried to resuscitate her, but she never started breathing.

Did you ever learn of Commander Geddes' whereabouts during the time your baby

was in distress?

Yes, ma 'am.

The car salesman delivered his new Porsche to the hospital.

And Dr. Geddes without 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. Did you ever attend any strenuous aerobics classes?

Low impact.

And at the end, no water aerobics.

Did you drink alcohol?

Objection irrelevant.

I'll give the defense 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 pediatrician.

Lieutenant, you have one child, correct?

Right. So this is 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, AJ.

But earlier insurance records from your parents' policy indicate a prior

hospitalization involving a pregnancy.

Which is correct?

Objection. Irrelevant.

It goes to credibility in whether Dr. Geddes was given accurate information by

Lieutenant Sims.

All ruled.

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 Geddes about the miscarriage?

No.

Did you have any fibroid tumors during that pregnancy?

Yes, but that had nothing to do with the mid -carriage.

Perhaps Commander Geddes should have made that determination, Lieutenant.

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

No.

What time is it in Moscow?

Time to dream about Miami Beach.

Any news?

No.

I would call you. The army is 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.

I'm getting blown up by Colonel General Golov.

I landed in Moscow Thursday morning.

Should I meet you?

Yeah.

You have a travel document, right?

Official Navy business?

Not anymore.

No. I wasn't expecting you.

Not so bad.

Someone will come home and find their men dressed in pantyhook.

How's the trial going?

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, sir.

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

It 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, Mick. You have to work at them. You have

be together.

It's a really good opportunity, sir.

Is it what you want?

I want you.

You have me.

Do I?

Sometimes I feel I'm in 12 ,000 miles to be your Saturday night date.

You're more than that.

the ring on your right hand.

Said you needed time to think about it.

I guess I won't be needing this.

But I'm so

sorry.

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

Honey, it's all right.

I can't direct our case.

That's not important, sweetie.

Can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me?

For what?

For putting you through all of this.

Oh, but... No, your happiness is more important to me than anything.

Than any stupid court case.

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

Are we going to be okay?

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

Code of Military Justice.

Physicians are not perfect.

that cannot heal every wound or save every life.

And no obstetrician stands by his patient's bedside through seven hours of

labor.

They attend other patients.

They go for a walk to have a meal.

If you find that Dr. Lawrence Geddes made an error in judgment or is guilty

mere negligence,

He did not commit a crime.

You must find him not guilty.

You may publish your findings.

Lieutenant Commander Lawrence Geddes, United States Naval Reserve, this court

-martial finds you, on all charges and specifications, not guilty.

This court -martial is 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

of special circumstance in your box.

Uh -huh. 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.

The local commander mentioned a captured Hilo pilot.

Sergei Zhukov.

Alive and uninjured.

He's a POW.

Stegna is talking Russian brass about a prisoner swap.

And our people will make sure it includes Sergei.

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, things are no good. It's supposed to be filled out in triplicate.