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Don't tell me my repartee
is putting you to sleep back there.

No, just your flying, Snowman.

Sounds like somebody partied too hard
on Saturday.

Even with 12 hours bottle to throttle,

this old body don't bounce back
like it used to.

Tough luck, Zoo. It's showtime.

You're not behind that desk yet.
We've got envelopes to push.

All right, hotshot.

Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220.

Climbing to Angels 45. Over.

Roger that, 220.

Snowman's
having himself some fun.

Boys will be boys.

Zoomer, are you with me?

Zoom?

Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220.
My low ox light just came on.

I'm showing a LOX failure.

My RIO's blacked out
and not responding.

Suspect hypoxia.
I'm making an emergency descent.

On the flight deck. Emergency.

Stand by to launch rescue helo.

You're coming in hot, Boxcar. Ease up.

Go, go. Let's go!

Get to the deck. Can't see a thing.

Got a carotid pulse.

Look at his face!
He's gotta get on O2. Now!

There was a mishap
on the Patrick Henry yesterday.

She was going through work-ups
off Norfolk.

Uh, an F-14 had a liquid oxygen
failure at 45,000 feet.

Was it the old LOX breathing system,
sir?

Yeah.

The pilot's okay,
but the RIO wasn't so lucky.

By the time they landed,
he was in cardiac arrest. Uh...

Commander Zuzello
was revived on-site

and medevaced to Bethesda.

How long was he without oxygen,
sir?

Doctors estimate four minutes.

Commander,
I want you on the first helo out there.

Colonel,
I need you to go to Bethesda.

The wife of the RIO has asked
for a legal JAG consult.

That'll be all.

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

Hey, guys.

- Hey, sweetie, can I help?
- I got it.

You guys
keep that shipyard humming.

Looks like the two of you
will be ready to go to sea soon.

Daddy says we have to crispen it.

Not on my floor, you don't.

- Is that my uniform?
Yeah.

I got all the stuff from the Seahawk
dry cleaned for storage.

Till you need it.

Great.

I bought groceries for the week
and cleared my schedule

so I can take you
to physical therapy.

Ah, you know, actually,
I have the week off.

What, good behaviour?

Gold star.

What's this?

Oh, uh, I had Tiner e-mail me
all the ongoing cases at the office.

- Just to keep up to date.
- Bud, don't push it.

I have to get back, Harriet.

I know. But you also need time.

I've had time.

I just can't sit around here all day
doing nothing.

I wouldn't exactly call this nothing.

Control. I'm experiencing blurred vision.

Numbness. Definitely hypoxia.

220, are you still on backup O2?

Affirmative. I'm at 36... No, 35,000 feet.

Damn it, my eyes are fuzzy.

Hang in there, 220.

He did a hell of job
bringing his bird home.

Do you have any idea
what went wrong, CAG?

Senior chief, that's your area.

The post-flight inspection
by the Mishap Review Board

turned up contaminant residue

around a seal
in the O2 bottle fitting, sir.

So then it looks as though
the liquid oxygen system was tainted.

That's a preliminary evaluation,
commander.

We'll know when we see
the tox screen on the pilot and RIO.

Senior chief will supply you
with maintenance records.

Shipboard JAG has all tapes
and flight data.

I run a tight air group here,
commander.

Whoever is responsible,
I want them out.

Understood, CAG, senior chief.

When you do interviews,
might wanna pay special attention

to the plane captain,
Petty Officer Moritz.

Any particular reason
I'd wanna do that, senior chief?

There have been a few minor
screwups on his watch as of late.

I'm saying this isn't the first mistake,
but it's definitely the worst.

- This is more than a mistake.
- Yes, sir.

Your RIO, Commander Zuzello,

showed signs of hypoxia
long before you.

Any reason why?

Thirty-nine versus 29, sir.
Guess youth was on my side.

Commander Zuzello was having
an early retirement this month.

This was our last mission together.

I heard the playback.

It sounded like you two
had a bit of a send-off.

We had a few. Within the rules, sir.

Look, lieutenant,
something is not adding up.

What is it?

I guess you'll find out anyway, sir.

During his last physiology eval,

Zoomer squeaked by
on the hypoxia demo.

It's one of the reasons
he wanted to quit, sir.

But he did pass.

You and the commander
were close?

Yes, sir.

I met Zoomer when I was an airman
working the flight line.

He was the one that convinced me
I could be an officer, an aviator.

I just keep thinking
if I could have gotten us down faster...

Well, I'm sure you did
everything you could, lieutenant.

Not enough, sir.
Zoomer's got a wife and two kids.

Right now I sure don't feel
like I did everything I could.

Thank you for coming, colonel.

- And it's Jeannine.
Okay, Jeannine.

Per your request, I've obtained your
husband's paperwork from BUPERS.

I wanted to go over your rights
as next of kin and legal guardian.

They say he's not in pain,
he doesn't feel anything.

I guess I can be grateful
for that much.

I'm not making this easy for you.

No, it's okay. It's not easy.

Your husband
had a living will drawn up, a protocol.

I know. We each did one.

Then you're familiar
with the document?

I read it over once.

According to the protocol,
medical decision-making

is to be shared by you
and your family physician.

Dr. Muller was here earlier.

He said the likelihood
that Phil would regain consciousness

is slim at best.

When I had the wills drawn up,

I never pictured
I would have to make a decision.

I know that sounds crazy.
He's the one up there in danger.

No, it's not crazy.

Do you believe in miracles, colonel?

Well, in my heart,
I believe anything is possible.

I also know that miracles are rare.

You think I should face the facts?

I think you should do
what your heart tells you.

Your heart tells you
anything's possible.

I wanna believe that.

I feel awful
about what happened, sir.

Commander Zuzello
was a good officer, a standup guy.

I mean, I'm the plane captain.

I'm responsible
for the maintenance on that aircraft.

Did you know that a post-flight
check by the Mishap Review Board

revealed contaminant
in the O2 seal?

I heard that, sir.

Any idea
how it might have got there?

Installing a new O2 bottle, sir,

it's usually as easy as swapping in a
fresh propane tank on your barbecue.

But the fitting that attaches
to the oxygen bottle on that plane

tends to stick.

- Well, every plane has its quirks, huh?
- Yes, sir.

I recommended to the AME
he squirt a little graphite on the threads

when he was swapping in
the new O2 bottle.

- Did he?
- Didn't get a chance.

He was working the wrench,
took his gloves off.

I warned him,
but liquid oxygen leaked out.

Burned his hand pretty bad.

What happened then?

I sent him to sickbay.
Did the job myself.

So you installed the new O2 bottle?

We all got to chip in,
do our share these days, sir.

The war.

Did you use graphite?

I squirted some on the fitting, sir,
but none got in.

And I wiped the residue.
I'm sure of it, sir.

This isn't the only incident
that happened on your watch,

is it, petty officer?

I don't see how that's relevant, sir.

Look, nobody's pointing a finger.

I'm the investigating officer.
I'm expected to ask some questions.

Sorry, sir.

It's true. I've made some mistakes
the past few months.

I've had distractions back home,
and I've let some things slip.

Small stuff, sir.

Not logging my aircraft off on time.
Forgetting to log fuel samples.

But nothing like this.

If there was contaminant in the O2, sir,
I don't know how it got there.

His parents came earlier.

She wanted them here
when she signed the forms.

The doctors turned off the monitors
before they brought the kids in.

It's hard enough on them as it is.

I'm not sure what I'd do, sir.
Whether I'd make the right choice.

Colonel, I don't know
if there are any right choices.

I came as soon as I could, sir.

Mac, I just got in on the COD.
I had to finish my report.

The tox screen came back
on the pilot and the RIO.

Chemical analysis shows
graphite-based toxins in the blood.

So the oxygen supply was tainted?

It appears as though the contaminant
slowly froze in the O2 lines,

cutting off the flow of oxygen
until the system eventually shut down.

The RIO went first, and the pilot
was able to remain conscious

long enough
to switch over to his backup O2.

Do you think the plane captain
is responsible?

It appears that way, sir.

She told me she had a nightmare.
She saw it happen in a dream.

I don't know which is worse,

to kiss your husband goodbye
and never see him again,

or this.

Commander,
you may have to amend your report.

This just went from dereliction of duty
to negligent homicide.

The convening authority
received your report, commander.

He wants an Article 32.

He's preferring charges of dereliction
of duty and negligent homicide

against the, uh, plane captain,
Petty Officer Moritz.

Based on the evidence, sir,
I'd say it's a lock.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What, sir?

Persuade yourself differently,
commander.

You will be defending.

Colonel, you'll prosecute.

Sir, this guy is a screwup.
You want me to defend him?

- I'd rather take him out...
- I'm compelled to support the gist

of the commander's position, sir.

He is the one
who recommended charges.

Are you two finished?

- Not quite, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Frankly, admiral,
I'm not sure I can be objective.

This man's negligence is responsible
for the death of a good officer.

Commander,
Petty Officer Moritz requested you.

He wanted the commander
to defend him?

- Does he have a death wish?
- What...

No... You know what I mean.

I don't know
why you're approving this.

Commander,
this is not a discussion.

I suggest whatever feelings you have
as an aviator,

check them at the door
before you enter that courtroom.

Aye, aye, sir.

Good morning. If you wanna talk
to the admiral, he's out.

Actually, Tiner, I'd like to talk to you.

Certainly, ma'am.

How's the lieutenant doing?

He's fine, Tiner. But you know what,
he'd be doing a lot better

if you would stop opening
your e-mail file

drawer and sending him
an entire week's worth of cases.

Ma'am, the lieutenant asked me to...

Tiner, I know what he asked you.
I'm asking you to stop.

That's not what he needs right now,
okay?

Yes, ma'am. Sorry, lieutenant.
From here on, the file drawer's closed.

Thank you.
- Ma'am,

what do I say when he calls?

Just, uh, tell him
it's a new security procedure,

and if he has any questions,
he can ask the admiral.

And if he wants to talk to him?

Tell him the admiral's out.

Yes, ma'am.

As you were.

The government will try to establish
a pattern of behaviour,

Petty Officer Moritz.

Past acts of negligence.

You referred to problems at home.

Yes, sir.

It started about eight months ago.

After my wife had our daughter,
she got depressed.

Every time we talked or e-mailed,
her mood worried me, sir.

It affected your performance.

Yes, sir.

I know it's no excuse.

It's not.

But if our back's against the wall,
it may help mitigate sentencing.

You're skipping to sentencing, sir?

Facts are against you, petty officer.

Besides the issue of you
spending the last eight months

making yourself look bad.

Those were minor screwups, sir.

Well, this one wasn't.

The tainting of the LOX
breathing system in an F-14,

which can be traced
directly back to you.

You sound like a prosecutor, sir.

If you think that this is bad,
wait till this thing goes to court martial

and the members hear about a widow
and two children left fatherless.

I get the picture, sir.

You're my lawyer,
what do you suggest?

We cut a deal now.

But I didn't do it, sir.

Why did you request me,
petty officer?

I served on the Seahawk, sir,
with Lieutenant Mark Gordon.

You remember the name, sir?

Yeah. I defended the lieutenant

when his 14 clipped a helo
in the Italian Alps.

The lieutenant said
if I ever got in trouble, you're the man.

You won that case, sir.

The lieutenant had a case,
petty officer.

- What happens if I take the deal, sir?
- Discharge.

We can negotiate down
the term of confinement.

Confinement?

A reduction in rate is one thing, sir.

I'm sorry about Commander Zuzello,

but I've got a kid of my own at home
and a wife who needs me.

I can't do it, sir.

Then we go to court.

Airman Brant, you worked with Petty
Officer Moritz on the night in question?

Yes, ma'am. Uh, we were prepping
for a morning mission.

I was putting a new LOX bottle
in his plane.

Is that when you had the accident?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

I was having trouble with the bottle,
I took my glove off to get a better grip.

Liquid oxygen leaked out
and burned my hand.

- What happened then?
- I near passed out.

Petty Officer Moritz sat me down

told one of the blue shirts
to take me to sickbay.

- That's when he took over for you?
- Yes, ma'am.

He went over the O2 fitting
with some graphite.

Put the bottle in right quick.

Why didn't you use graphite?

I know you gotta be careful
with that stuff, ma'am.

You get any in the LOX system,
you can have trouble in the air.

Thank you, Airman Brant.

Senior chief, you conducted
your own post-flight check

after the mishap, correct?

- Yes, ma'am.
What did you find?

We found graphite
in the oxygen bottle seals,

also in the lines.

Same stuff Petty Officer Moritz
was using.

Based on your knowledge
of the system,

could this have been enough
to cause a malfunction in flight?

Contaminants ice up,
they disrupt the oxygen flow.

Eventually they shut
the whole thing down, ma'am.

And the effect on an aircrew?

Hypoxia, ma'am.

A loss of oxygen to the brain
and the tissues.

At altitude
you need 100 percent oxygen.

Any compromising of that,
well, you got big troubles, ma'am.

You referred to the past negligence
of Petty Officer Moritz.

Can you elaborate?

The past few months,
he's been lax with his schedules

and his record keeping, ma'am.

Was there any fallout?
Mostly no, ma'am.

Although last month,
a pilot during a pre-flight check

found his backup O2 empty.

Not a minor snafu, am I correct?

If the backup oxygen had been empty
on this mission, ma'am,

we would have lost both men
and a $38 million aircraft.

Thank you, senior chief.

Given your doubts
about the petty officer,

why leave him on the flight line?

We're spread thin, sir.

We have deployments
in the Gulf, Asia.

Well, you obviously felt
he was capable of doing his job.

Until about eight months ago,
I would have trusted him with anything.

But now, I had no choice.
I had to maintain proper crew strength.

I have no further questions.

You may step down, senior chief.

Not exactly
a ringing endorsement, sir.

I told you it would be an uphill battle,
petty officer.

No, just tell him that I called.

Thank you.

Who was that, sweetie?

Oh, uh, nobody. Doctor's office.

I called him this morning.

- The doctor?
- Mm-hm.

Why?

I wanted to check your physical
therapy schedule for next week.

He said
that you weren't there this week

because you had soreness
in your extremity,

from overdoing.

And if you didn't rest,
you'd be risking a setback.

He's just being conservative.

More like realistic.

Bud, why didn't you tell me?

This. This is why.

Well, you lied to me.

Well, I've got company.

At least I don't have other people
doing my dirty work for me.

What are you talking about?

The admiral has been out
for three days?

I was just trying to protect you.
You have enough challenges.

The only challenge
that I have right now, Harriet,

is getting back out into the real world
and out of this palace.

I mean, come on.
Look at the size of that TV.

Everything I have done
and everything I am doing,

I am doing for you.

Well, I got news for you, Harriet.
It's my life.

Leave the doing to me, okay?

I know this is hard, lieutenant.
Take us through it as best you can.

Yes, ma'am. We were level
at 45,000 feet and initiating our run.

And that's when I noticed
Commander Zuzello

showing signs of hypoxia, ma'am.

Did you experience any effects?

It came on me slower, ma'am.

And what happened next?

After the low ox light came on,

I made an emergency descent
to 10,000 feet.

I had numbness, blurred vision,
but I was able to get on backup O2.

It helped clear my head.

Well, I descended as fast as I could,

but Zoomer, uh,
Commander Zuzello, ma'am, he, uh...

You're assistant
maintenance officer.

Did you ever see Petty Officer Moritz
using graphite

when he was working on planes?

Yes, ma'am. But that's not unusual.

Thank you, lieutenant.

If I may, I'd like to say something,
commander.

Go ahead, lieutenant.

Flying is a dangerous business,
ma'am.

People make mistakes,
but machines are imperfect too.

We all know that. We all accept it.

I'm not looking to blame anybody.

Thank you, lieutenant.

He left the door open, sir.

This is one door best left where it is.

Commander, your witness?

I have no questions for this witness,
Your Honour.

Lieutenant, you may step down.

Court is adjourned
until 0930 tomorrow.

Admiral.

Commander. Did I miss the memo?

Have a seat, commander.

Is there a problem, sir?

The, uh...

Petty Officer Moritz
has expressed, uh, reservations

regarding your legal counsel.

The petty officer is accused
of killing a RIO.

He thinks, as an aviator,
your sympathies tend toward the air,

not the ground.

Is this true, petty officer?

I think I may have misjudged
your level of objectivity, commander.

I believe I made an error in judgement
as well.

Effective immediately,
Commander Turner is taking over.

You will, uh, transfer
all documents and files

and sever all relations
with this case.

I'm fired, sir?

Commander,
I believe the word is severed.

I guess I'm confused, sir.

You assigned me this case
against my objections.

And now you're relieving me?

I thought you could
rise above your personal feelings.

Apparently I was wrong.

I represented Petty Officer Moritz, sir,
to the best of my ability.

I warned him from the beginning
that facts were against him.

According to him,
you never moved off that position.

You believe that, sir?

Commander, you have a tendency
to let your heart lead your head.

I have an issue with that right now.

We're experiencing manpower drain
due to deployments.

There's a shortage of military judges.

I was considering putting you
and Colonel MacKenzie

up for the position.

As judges?

Temporary assignments.
Case by case basis.

The problem is, commander,
if I can't be confident

of your unbiased performance
at the defence table,

how can I trust you
behind the bench?

This was a test, sir?

I haven't discussed this
with Colonel MacKenzie yet.

I expect this to stay in this room.

- Am I clear?
- Yes, sir.

- That will be all.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I just heard
you're off the case. You okay?

Yeah.

You know, do me a favour.

Pretend for a minute
you're not the prosecutor.

Do you think I was wrong
going for the deal?

I can't forget
I'm the prosecutor, Harm.

Look, you run on emotion.
It's what makes you a good lawyer.

So you think I wasn't objective?

You're an aviator.
Maybe subconsciously,

you rushed to a judgement of guilt.

I was doing my job, Mac. I was.

I was doing my job.

How's my favourite case going?

I've landed on a strategy.
You might recognise it.

I took it straight
from your preparation notes.

Diffusion of blame. Good luck.

You seemed to think it would work.

Smoke and mirrors
will only take you so far, Sturgis.

Man won't take a deal,
not much choice.

Computer games?

Tiner helped me programme in
the flight data from the mishap.

- F-14.
Careful, Harm.

I don't think this is the admiral's idea
of severed.

- What are you looking at, anyway?
- The RIO.

I still don't see
how he went from hypoxic symptoms

to an unconscious state so quickly.

Based on the man's
last physiology evaluation,

I'm not surprised.

He passed his hypoxia demo,
Sturgis.

Barely.

I hope in your diffusion of blame,

you're not planning
on blaming the victim.

I've got a client to defend.
Whatever it takes.

Thanks for the files.

Mr. Newell, your company
produces the LO X system

for the F-14 Alpha, is that correct?

Yes, that's right.
We also do upgrades

to the newer OBOGS,
onboard oxygen generating system.

You say "upgrades."
Is the OBOGS system better?

Less problematic. The old LOX system
requires more handling.

With more handling, does that
increase the risk of a mishap?

Marginally, yes. You always run
the risk of contamination.

So the system itself is vulnerable?

I guess you could say that.

Thank you, Mr. Newell.

Are these the type of gloves you use
to handle liquid oxygen, Airman Brant?

Yes, sir.

I don't suppose
you could pop in a contact lens

with these babies on, huh?

No, sir.

Hard to even pop in a LOX bottle,
I'll bet, huh?

I see now why you took them off.

I wouldn't do that again, sir.

Do you remember taking off
your gloves any other time that night?

I took them off briefly
when I was filling LOX bottles

from the main tank
in the hangar deck.

Why?
- Well, I was having a hard time

getting a grip. I dropped the hose
on the deck a couple times.

Aren't there contaminants, oil, dirt,
even graphite on that deck?

- Yes, sir.
Well, isn't it possible

that the contamination
happened then?

It is possible, sir.

Thank you, Airman Brant.
Your witness.

No questions, Your Honour.

Your Honour, I'd like to
recall Senior Chief Singley to the stand.

Senior chief,

you said you kept the petty officer
on the flight line

to maintain proper crew strength.

- Is that correct?
- That's correct, sir.

We were short of plane captains.

Were you aware he was having
serious problems at home?

He mentioned it. Yes, sir.

Still, you saw no need
to relieve him?

We all have problems, commander,
but the job comes first.

You ever had problems at home,
senior chief?

Objection. Relevance?

I'm getting there, Your Honour.

Well, get there quickly, commander.

Yes, Your Honour. Senior chief?

I've been married three times.
The third time was no charm.

And you're familiar with this request
for leave for personal reasons

submitted by the petty officer
six months ago?

I remember denying it, sir.

And he submitted it twice more.

I guess the third time
wasn't a charm for him either.

I guess not, sir.

Oh, I know that look.
That's not a good look.

I've seen that look before.

- Is it that obvious?
- Never play strip poker.

I'm getting bluffed out of my socks.

The old diffusion of blame defence.

Yeah. It's working.
Next thing you know,

Sturgis will be blaming Albrecht
for flying too high.

He was pushing the envelope.

Oh, great. You're ganging up on me.

Hey, listen, I'm off the case,
remember? Severed.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

This? Uh, well...

This is a statement
from the pilot

who vectored over
to follow Albrecht's plane down.

This is you off the case?

According to this, Mac,

Albrecht's plane was showing signs
of wing rock as it descended.

- So?
So one of the reasons

the RIO was without oxygen so long

is because the pilot's rate of descent
was slow.

If this was because
of control problems...

You're thinking mechanical failure?

We really shouldn't be having
this conversation.

You know, it is just a theory.

Uh, excuse me, uh...
What's this about a theory?

You two wouldn't be talking
about the case, would you?

You are off the case, right, Harm?

Oh, I am so far off this case,
Sturgis,

a Hawkeye radar plane
couldn't find me.

Lieutenant, isn't it true
that Commander Zuzello

barely passed his hypoxia demo
during his last physiology eval?

Yes, sir. That's correct.

In fact, the flight surgeon
suggested he quit smoking,

- but he didn't quit, did he?
- No, sir.

The Saturday night
before you got underway,

you and he went out on the town,
is that true?

Commander Zuzello was retiring, sir.
This was our last mission together.

And yes, sir, we had a few.

Alcohol and carbon monoxide
in the blood, even in minute amounts,

- can hasten hypoxia, correct?
Yes, sir.

According to the tox screen,
Commander Zuzello

had a carbon monoxide level
of 11 percent per carboxyhemoglobin,

and a blood alcohol level of.009.

And this is fine
if you're driving a car,

but in an F-14
with a compromised oxygen system...

Commander Zuzello
didn't do anything wrong.

Wrong, no. But for a man
who nearly failed his hypoxia demo,

smoking and drinking
the night before a mission,

wouldn't you consider this unwise,
lieutenant?

It's easy to judge now, sir.

It's also easy to blame someone
who's not here to defend himself.

You say
you saw the first signs of hypoxia

- at 45,000 feet?
Yes, sir. That's true.

Forty-five thousand feet's pushing the
envelope. Weren't you hot-dogging it?

- Objection.
- I'll rephrase, Your Honour.

Lieutenant,
isn't 25, even 30,000 feet

a more conventional
operational altitude?

I guess so, sir.

Would you concede
the extra time it took

to descend from such an altitude

might have contributed
to Commander Zuzello's death?

I won't deny we were flying high, sir.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Nothing further.

Lieutenant, were you aware that a pilot
who followed you as you dove

detected a slight wing rock?

No, ma'am, but it's possible.
I was concentrating on getting down.

If you did have wing rock,

- the drag would slow the plane?
Yes, ma'am.

Have you ever experienced
a Roll SAS malfunction

in a plane, lieutenant?

No, ma'am. But I'm familiar with it.
Roll SAS holds the wing steady.

And when it fails?

It causes wing rock, ma'am.

Isn't it possible that the reason
your descent was slowed was not you,

but your aircraft, a malfunction?

Objection, Your Honour.
This sounds like pure speculation.

Commander Turner's
floated his theories, Your Honour.

I'll allow it for now, colonel.

You may answer the question,
lieutenant.

It's possible
there was a malfunction, ma'am. Yes.

Who's responsible for checking
all flight controls on the aircraft?

Petty Officer Moritz, ma'am.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Your Honour, may we approach?

Your Honour, I believe there has been
a breach of Rule 502.

I witnessed a conversation
between Colonel MacKenzie

and Commander Rabb
I believe was prejudicial to my client.

- You've gotta be joking.
- I don't see anyone laughing, colonel.

Your Honour,
if there's been misconduct,

and I believe there has,

it would not only be within my rights
but my sworn duty

to move that this case be dismissed.

Dismiss the case, sir?

Sir, the colonel and I
had one conversation

concerning a theory I have
on the mishap.

A charge of inappropriate contact's
ridiculous.

Commander, I distinctly remember
dismissing you from this case.

Well, now I know what you meant
by "whatever it takes," Sturgis.

You're the one out of order.
Both of you.

At least the colonel's efforts
were in service of the truth.

- What was yours in service to, pride?
Enough.

This theory, explain it.

Sir, I believe there's more
to this mishap

than just a failure
of the breathing system.

And I think I can prove that.

Does this involve a trip to a carrier?

Admiral, you stressed objectivity, sir.

I believe the blame for this mishap

does not rest solely
on the shoulders of the plane captain.

Something else went wrong
up there.

Judge Helfman
will take a couple of days

to consider
Commander Turner's motion.

Is that a "yes," sir?

Commander, you're already bucking
for an enquiry into your conduct.

Just don't push it.

I can't believe you'd go
in a plane you think is unstable.

Who says I'm testing the plane?

The pilot?
- There was cloud cover that day, Mac.

I think
maybe the pilot got disoriented.

You're the one who jumped on
the "mechanical failure" bandwagon.

I can't believe you'd go
with a guy you think is unstable.

I'm not gonna tell him that.

Next suicide mission,
just tell me about it after you get back.

Do I give you nightmares?

- What?
- I have to talk to someone.

Just be safe up there, Harm.

Jeannine,
you said that you had a nightmare

before the mishap,
almost a premonition.

Do you know what was behind it?

A few months ago,
Phil mentioned a close call.

It's been on my mind, I guess.

- Do you know what kind of close call?
- No.

And it's weird.
He usually confided in me.

And what's weirder is when I asked
Sam, Lieutenant Albrecht, about it,

he said he didn't remember.

- Hello?
Hi, honey.

Hi, Mom.

Are you almost packed?
- Yeah, about halfway.

I just don't know what to do
with Phil's stuff.

Tommy may want it someday.

Ugh, it's just so hard.

Do you think you could take the kids
on Sunday?

I might want some time alone
at the cemetery.

Mom, I got someone here.
I gotta go.

Thanks. Bye.

- Isn't this...?
- Lieutenant Albrecht.

Well, he was an airman then.

Phil and the lieutenant served together
on the Seahawk.

Your husband knew the lieutenant
a long time.

Almost as long as me.

I dated Sam, well, Lieutenant Albrecht,
before Phil.

Wow, how did that happen?

The lieutenant brought me
to the squadron picnic.

Phil was there. We met.

The rest is history.

The lieutenant was okay
with a friend stealing his girl?

Oh, it was no big deal, colonel.

The lieutenant and I
only went out a couple of times.

We all stayed friends.

Okay, commander,
you ready to tee up this mulligan?

Ready, CAG.

The launch system's been replaced.

But if you're chasing
a Roll SAS glitch,

the ghost should still be
in the machine.

And remember, commander,
this is a controlled test.

Aye, aye, CAG.

- Are you set, lieutenant?
- As set as I'll ever be, sir.

Just do what you did, lieutenant.

Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220,
up and ready.

Roger, 220.
You are prepared to launch.

- Here's the lieutenant's file.
Thank you.

Commander, look at this.

Before he was selected for OCS,

Albrecht served on the Seahawk
on the flight line.

Before that, he was a LOX tech.

Mac, you think Albrecht
would kill his friend

over a woman he lost years ago?

I think his friend
took something from him,

maybe he was gonna do it again.

Well,
if Albrecht does have a problem,

his RIO might've threatened
to report it. Motive.

Means, opportunity.
He knows LOX systems.

Could make his move
during a pre-flight check.

The petty officer's record
made him the perfect fall guy.

Still a long shot. What else?

Then let's go flying.

Push it, lieutenant. Steeper climb.

Must be the Roll SAS, sir.

We're looking for a failure.

I think we just found it.

Let's level off at Angels 45, lieutenant.

See what this bird does
when she drops.

Roger, sir.

Tiner, is this the simulation
you and the commander were running?

This is it, ma'am.
- How does it work?

Well, the F-14 Alpha
doesn't really have a black box

so we loaded in flight data
from the CIC records.

We're going faster than real time here,
ma'am, but you get the idea.

Albrecht plunged from 10,000 feet
to 45,000

in about a minute and a half,
then levels off.

He starts his run, but he breaks off.
He radios a LOX failure.

Yes, sir.
He initiates an emergency descent.

It takes another minute
to get down to breathable air.

Something doesn't add up.

What's the problem?

According to inspection
by the Mishap Review Board,

Albrecht used five minutes
of backup oxygen.

But it took one minute
to make his descent.

So, what happened
to those four minutes?

How long was the lieutenant cruising
at altitude, Tiner?

Three minutes, sir.

Oh, come on, Mac.
You not thinking that...?

Albrecht was on his backup oxygen
the whole time.

The LOX failure happened
before he radioed the mayday,

three minutes before. He killed him.

Zuzello was his RIO, Mac.
His friend.

And he cruised for four minutes
on oxygen

while he watched his friend
slip away.

Level at Angels 45, sir.

Showtime, lieutenant.
Snap her over. Emergency descent,

60 degrees through the clouds.

Roger, sir.

Roll 10 degrees right,
lieutenant. And hold it.

Hold it, lieutenant.
You're losing control.

I got it, sir.

You're rolling, lieutenant.
We're upside down.

No, we're not, sir.

Losing altitude.
We're heading toward the water.

I'm gonna level off, sir, 9,000 feet.

Pull back on the stick or we're dead.

Get on your instruments.
That's an order.

Bring your throttle to idle.
Right rudder. Do it.

All right, check your wings.
Look at the turn bank indicator.

- Look at your attitude gyro.
- I'm on it.

Open the speed brakes, lieutenant.

Now pull back on the stick.

I don't know what happened, sir.
I guess I'm still a little saddle sore.

Let's take this bird home, lieutenant.

Sir, I admit
I lost it for a second up there.

I guess
it was that Roll SAS malfunction.

There was no Roll SAS malfunction,
lieutenant.

- You have vertigo.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

My guess
is it's an inner ear imbalance.

I see you hiding it
from the flight surgeon,

but you couldn't hide it
from your RIO?

You are way out of line, sir.

How did you pull it off, anyway,
lieutenant?

Did you slip down to the hangar deck
during pre-flight

- and squirt a little graphite in the O2?
- Zoomer was my friend, sir.

What was it like watching him die?

Even if that were true, commander,
you can't prove any of this.

I'll find a way, lieutenant.

Someone already has.

Message from Colonel MacKenzie.

Commander, would you read
the lieutenant his Article 31 rights?

I think
he already knows the charges.

Ah...

Now you know.
Driving a plane's not that easy,

- is it?
No, sir.

How was the meeting
with Judge Helfman?

Well, I'm still a lawyer.

Mac, check this out.

Commander? Colonel?

I heard what you did for me.
Thank you.

You'll receive our bill soon.

I hear you have some free time
coming.

- Thirty days leave, sir.
Good luck.

Sir, ma'am, sir.

Are you gonna let me off the hook
that easy?

Ah, well, you buy me a beer
and we'll talk about it.

Hey, done.

Somebody order a double anchovy?

- Bud. Harriet.
Hey.

- Hey.
Everything looks the same.

I heard Lieutenant Singer
was using my office.

Yeah, we brought in a witch doctor
to cast out the evil spirits. Ha, ha.

You look good, Bud.

- Thank you, sir.
I agree.

- So you're, uh, delivering pizza now?
- Yes, sir.

Well, would you like a piece,
admiral?

No, thanks.

Oh, lieutenant, uh,
next time you're in the office,

I expect to see you
without those crutches.

Aye, aye, sir.