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Seahawk Tower, this is 127. Hornet.

Four point five. Requesting final approach.

Uh, roger, 127.

Continue for final approach. Call the ball.

Petty Officer Schecket, set tension for a Hornet.

Aye, sir. Set tension for a Hornet, chief.

Set tension for a Hornet, aye.

I need a reading.

Set, chief. We're go.

PRIFLY, we're go.

Seahawk, this is 127. Hornet, ball, 4.3.

127 Hornet. Roger, ball.

Fouled deck!

We've got a crewman down!

You'll find my report quite thorough, sir.

I'm not disputing your attention to detail, Lieutenant Singer.

I just happen to disagree with your findings.

A man was killed when that arresting wire snapped, sir.

Another was seriously injured.

Are you under the impression

that this is the first time a tragedy like this has befallen a carrier

- during flight operations? No, sir.

I just wanna know why it happened on this carrier.

You know why.

The Boatswain's Mates were removing foreign object debris.

A broken piece of launching rail that should have been removed

prior to the landing of the second F-18,

an arresting wire that shouldn't have broken

snapped while trapping the plane that should've been waved off.

In a perfect world, Lieutenant Singer,

every piece of FOD would be removed prior to the next landing.

Every trap would be like clockwork

and no one but the enemy would experience casualties.

But we do not live in that world.

Had those Boatswain's Mates not acted,

you'd be investigating the loss of an aircraft

and God knows how many fatalities.

I am aware of that, sir.

Can we cut to the chase, then? Save me some reading.

- What is it you're after? - For one thing,

I wanna court-martial all the personnel

that had a hand in putting those men in that position in the first place.

You have got to be kidding.

I assure you, sir, I'm quite serious.

Who exactly are we talking about here?

Your landing signal officer, sir, your air boss,

the arresting gear department chief, the LSO's assistant,

the arresting gear operator petty officer,

- the PRIFLY lens operator, the... That's enough.

Thank you, lieutenant.

I'd give due consideration to these recommendations, sir.

I said that's enough.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Lieutenant? - I'm fine, sir.

You don't look fine.

Get down to sickbay, have yourself checked out.

Really, sir. L... It's not necessary.

That's an order, lieutenant.

Aye, aye, sir.

And once Dr. I've-Got-Nothing But-Time-On-My-Hands

puts the paperwork through, I'll be back at JAG

just like old times.

Only without the leg. You know.

Congratulations, sir. I know you'll pass the PEB.

You're not standing and typing again?

What do you take me for, Coates? A man possessed?

Sir, sit down.

Hey, Coates, gotta go.

Hey, sweetie.

Hi, honey. You're wearing yourself out.

Now come to bed.

I recall a time when you would do anything to get me off that couch.

You have less than a week to relax.

And you're gonna be standing on that leg every single day.

That's why I need to practise.

When you come home exhausted,

you're gonna wish you had more of this sack time.

I can't wait to come home tired from a hard day's work.

Let's go.

Did you take the Nutty Buddy out of my desk?

No, ma'am.

Excuse me, ma'am? Lieutenant Singer, your dress uniform

taken out at the waist, ma'am.

Uh, Coates, could you get that for me, please?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

- Is there something else? - No, ma'am.

I've had a good appetite since the seasickness stopped.

Must be the salt air, ma'am.

Lieutenant Singer is a competent investigator, captain.

She's just a little too eager to prove it sometimes.

I wouldn't disagree, sir.

So, what's your take on the mishap?

This is Lieutenant Singer's first cruise.

Her maritime inexperience has her chasing shadows on this one, sir.

Understood. Second opinion is on its way.

To work alongside the lieutenant, not to replace her.

Thank you, sir.

There is another matter concerning the lieutenant, admiral.

Um...

I understand. I'II, uh... I'll look into it.

Tiner, have Rabb and MacKenzie come see me.

Aye, sir.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown."

Were those, uh, lunch reservations hard to get?

Easily cancelled.

- I'll make it up to you. - Forgiven and forgotten, A.J.

Oh, you're awfully understanding for a woman

that's been stood up once this week already.

Ha, ha, I've known since I met you that if this was going to work,

I'd have to let go of my day planner once in a while.

Besides, having you when I get you

means more to me than some lunch reservation.

Well, they do say patience and wisdom go hand in hand.

Oh, that they do.

Bye.

You know, sometimes it's good for me

not to know where I'm going to be at 12:15 every day.

No, no. Wait till you see this. It's bath time.

Ha, ha. - Little A.J. Loves the water.

A natural for a Naval career, lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, is that A.J.'s little namesake? It is, ma'am.

Oh, would you please call me Meredith.

Meredith Cavanaugh, this is Lieutenant Commander Tracy Manetti.

- Tracy. Ma'am.

- So how is Bud? - He's great.

The doctors cleared him for limited duty.

And the Informal Physical Evaluation Board should be meeting soon.

- Well, that's wonderful. Yeah.

Oh...

Unfortunately, Bud's taken to eating standing up.

He's trying to be too ready too soon.

His enthusiasm is a bit much, is it?

Yes. I just think that he should rest.

Well, let me put my mind to it.

A little sit down activity for the good lieutenant?

Oh, that's not necessary.

Oh, well, that's the least I can do.

I can see the concern on your face, Harriet. Commander.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Ciao.

Lieutenant Singer has made her report, commander.

I want the facts verified.

What's she's asking for will cripple that ship.

Her timing couldn't be worse.

To court-martial seven essential air department personnel

in the midst of a wartime deployment in the Persian Gulf is unheard of.

I mean, I want justice served, but not at the expense of national security.

- Is that clear? - Aye, sir.

Now, on to a more delicate issue.

Colonel, you will accompany the commander to the Seahawk

to investigate Lieutenant Singer herself with the utmost discretion.

To investigate what, sir?

Captain Johnson has charged Lieutenant Singer

with conduct unbecoming.

While I don't wanna believe it, I have to allow for the possibility

that the captain is being vindictive.

Well, that's certainly one way to get rid of a squeaky wheel, sir.

Captain Johnson suspected that Singer might have a health issue,

so he ordered her to see a medical officer who confirmed it.

She's 3 and a half months pregnant.

Now that's roughly the amount of time she's been aboard the Seahawk.

There is no way, medically, to tell

whether she conceived here, before she left, or aboard the ship.

- Hence the conduct unbecoming. - That's a hell of a black eye for JAG.

Has anyone asked the lieutenant who the father is, sir?

If it's not someone aboard the Seahawk,

this whole matter can be dispensed with.

She's been asked repeatedly.

She refuses to name the father or discuss the incident.

If she got herself pregnant aboard that ship,

it'll damn sure be the end of her Naval career.

All I'm saying is an officer should be taken at her word.

What word? All Lieutenant Singer will say

is that she didn't conceive aboard ship.

That's all that matters.

She's provided her CO nothing in the way of evidence.

- Well, how do you prove a negative? - With a name, commander.

I'm surprised you're defending her, Harm.

Somebody has to. Sounds to me like you've already made up your mind.

I'm approaching this investigation with an open mind.

Yeah, I'm sure you are, colonel.

I don't fault her for finding herself in this predicament.

It's her refusal to aid in her own defence that makes me wonder.

- Wonder what? - Wonder if she's guilty.

Prepare for landing.

- Ma'am. Sir. Lieutenant.

I understand congratulations are in order, lieutenant.

Here's the file from my investigation, sir.

Thank you. We'll go over this later. I'm gonna report in to the skipper.

Yes, sir.

Colonel. - Commander.

I would like to stop by the legal office, lieutenant. I think we should talk.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you feeling okay? I feel like Hester Prynne.

No one's come to pin the scarlet letter on you.

It seems that way, ma'am.

Perhaps if you'd been more forthcoming with Captain Johnson.

Ma'am, the condition I now find myself in

was from the result of activities that occurred before I deployed.

Therefore, they do not fall into the category of conduct unbecoming.

Name the father and you're off the hook.

With all due respect, ma'am, that is none of the Navy's business.

Is there some reason you're afraid to identify the child's father?

My motives for wanting privacy should be obvious, ma'am.

I mean, look what I'm being put through.

You're compounding the problem, lieutenant, by remaining silent.

Can you answer as to why you kept this a secret for so long?

I can't, ma'am.

- Can't or won't? - Does it matter, colonel?

I know I could have handled the entire situation with a little more...

- Clarity? - Professionalism.

- Welcome aboard, colonel. - Thank you, petty officer. At ease.

How's Lieutenant Roberts doing, ma'am?

I know he was approved for limited duty.

He's doing well. I'll let him know that you asked.

Thank you, ma'am.

Why don't you relax, lieutenant?

Thank you, ma'am.

Petty officer, would you give us a moment?

- Aye, aye. - Thank you.

When I asked how you were feeling, I didn't mean just physically.

If you're not comfortable talking to me, I can arrange...

No, ma'am. It's fine.

Captain Johnson is pursuing this in retaliation

for the report I filed after the flight deck mishap.

He wants to exonerate men for taking life while persecuting me for giving one.

That's a bit melodramatic, lieutenant.

It's not a crime to be pregnant, colonel.

No, but it is to get that way aboard a Naval ship.

That offence is rarely prosecuted, ma'am.

The captain is going by the book, no leeway.

Much the same way you always have, lieutenant.

How many traps were on that number three wire before it broke?

Captain on the bridge. Eighty-one.

Does that include the heavy landing

by the Super Hornet right before the incident, sir?

Yes, commander, and the off-centre arrestment

that took place an hour before that.

The logbook on that cross deck pendant

did not indicate a problematic amount of strain.

Although, as you know,

the numbers we're dealing with here are based on averages,

on the odds that every arresting wire

- has exactly the same tensile strength. - Yes, sir.

You've taken these risks yourself, commander.

You know it's not an exact science. Sometimes it's a matter of chance,

which is why we build in safety factors.

You don't believe Lieutenant Singer is experienced enough to understand?

No, commander, I do not. I think Singer is lashing out at anyone

who happened to be in close proximity to what happened that night.

Prior to this incident, captain,

what had been the nature of your dealings with Lieutenant Singer?

Standard issues. Clarifying the legality of shipboard operations,

handling legal assistance issues such as wills for officers and enlisted.

To tell you the truth, commander, prior to this incident,

Singer had not appeared much on my radar screen.

She was efficient and she kept to herself.

So you were satisfied with her performance as your JAG?

Yes, commander. I would say she was well-suited to her job.

How was her behaviour outside of the job, sir?

Well, obviously, commander,

Singer has not conducted her personal affairs aboard this vessel,

as one would expect of an officer.

Nothing to do with the investigation if that's what you're suggesting.

Not at all, captain.

You're the convening authority aboard this ship, sir.

You have the right to question findings of your judge advocate.

I would do the same thing if Lieutenant Roberts were still my carrier JAG.

I suspect he would have exercised the necessary self-restraint

- to avoid scandal aboard my vessel. - Yes, sir.

This accident investigation and Lieutenant Singer's lapse of judgement

in her personal behaviour are mutually exclusive.

One in no way affects the other.

I think it's a good idea.

I just don't think Shakespeare is Lieutenant Roberts' cup of tea.

Hmm. Shakespeare is an acquired taste.

I'm glad you understand.

But one cannot acquire new tastes

unless one samples a bit of the unknown every now and again.

Now, these plays are probably on par with some of your legal briefs.

Passionate.

All consuming.

Something one could lose oneself in, preferably while in a seated position.

Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do,

I just don't want Lieutenant Roberts to think that I'm...

You're?

Some people... I'm not saying myself.

But some people equate Shakespeare with a certain level of, uh...

Snobbery.

Well, I was gonna say snobbishness.

Look, Bud likes comic books and Star Trek and action films.

I don't wanna give him the impression that I don't think that's good enough.

I think you may be underestimating the lieutenant's intellectual curiosity.

And I'm not sure if you realise how often you talk about Bud.

He's a big part of your life, A.J.

Now, I'm just asking to let me be a little part of Bud's life.

I've been through all this with Lieutenant Singer.

I'll grant that you're asking the question in a less accusatory tone.

Petty officer, call air ops, get the AIRPLANT.

Aye, sir. - No prejudgments here, commander.

I'm sure the lieutenant's got reams of paper down in the legal office.

I'd rather hear it from you. You were there.

See I tried cooperating with you lawyers once,

look where it got me.

You're an aviator. You've seen a flight deck firsthand.

You have to know that 100 percent isn't possible.

Accidents happen.

Accidents do happen, commander, and that's what I'm here to determine.

Sir, we've received revised AIRPLANT.

Then subpoena me, commander.

It's gonna take a bigger gun to get another interview out of me.

Petty officer, call CIC, advise we're up and ready for night ops.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander Cooper, I'm about as unbiased an ear as you'll find right now,

so I strongly suggest you reconsider your willingness

to participate in this investigation.

Attention, all deck personnel...

As you were. Petty Officer Coates, I need a moment of your time.

Yes, ma'am.

You've been in the same legal office as Lieutenant Singer since she got here.

- Yes, ma'am. - So you know who she's been seeing.

- Seeing, ma'am? - Interacting with.

Who's spending time with the lieutenant?

- Giving her special attention? - To be honest, ma'am, no one.

Permission to speak freely? - That's why I'm here.

From what I know about the lieutenant, the way she was at JAG,

she seems to be living up to the same pattern as before.

- All work and no play? - Makes Loren a very dull girl.

- Petty Officer Coates. - Sorry, ma'am.

When the lieutenant wasn't seeing clients,

she was reading up on maritime law.

She wanted to excel, ma'am.

To make herself indispensable to the captain.

Instead she ended up a thorn in his side.

She can't help herself, ma'am.

Do any of the lieutenant's clients stick out in your mind?

It's a big ship, ma'am.

Put together a list for me of those she saw when she first reported aboard.

Just the male clients, ma'am?

You know?

I've suspected for a month now, ma'am.

I didn't think it was my place to point it out to anyone.

Remind me not to let my guard down around you, petty officer.

Listen, chief, Lieutenant Singer's report lists you as an eyewitness.

Where were you at the time of the incident?

Right here, sir, at my job.

- So you didn't actually see anything? - Correct, sir.

You've never experienced a trap from down here, have you, commander?

So that's about what you heard going on overhead that night?

Yes, sir. That would be it, sir.

Your statement to Lieutenant Singer was a little more detailed than that.

Yes, sir. It was.

You're afraid to talk to me, aren't you?

I stand by what I already put to paper, sir.

My memory of the events leading up to the mishap is sketchy.

Well, that's not what you told Lieutenant Singer a week ago

when you made your statement.

I'm sure that statement is a better telling

than I could muster now, sir.

You've been comparing notes with Commander Cooper.

What makes you say that?

Because I'm tripping over the party line, lieutenant.

I'm sorry you think so, sir.

Look, Connelly, we're both aviators.

We know what the guys in those planes owe to you here on the deck.

It's a dangerous job. Sometimes people get hurt.

And sometimes it's nobody's fault.

This isn't a witch hunt.

I'm not interested in prosecuting anybody who doesn't deserve it.

Sir, I don't think you're gonna find much cooperation aboard this ship.

Why is that, lieutenant?

Because we tried to do the right thing after this happened, sir.

And now we're facing court-martials.

I don't dare speak to you because I don't wanna incriminate the guys

that Lieutenant Singer hasn't mentioned on her list.

Frankly, sir, the lieutenant has turned all your witnesses into suspects.

Nine interviews so far and I can't find anyone who likes her,

let alone who would... You know.

Does that give you any reason to believe that maybe she isn't guilty?

What's with your continued defence of Lieutenant Singer?

Come on, Mac. For all her failures in the "being human" department,

I don't doubt her intelligence.

- Meaning? - She's too smart to risk her career.

A momentary lapse. Passion over reason.

You put in the time. Law school, the bar.

- Would you throw it all away? - No, Harm. I wouldn't.

Women in the service work far too hard

to endure the fallout of a scandal like this.

If she's guilty, I want her charged.

Well, I've interviewed all personnel involved in the incident.

Except you.

You were on the weather deck the night those two men went down.

- Yes, sir. - So that makes you a witness.

I guess it does, sir.

Lieutenant, have you ever seen anything like this before?

A car accident? Any situation where injuries occurred?

Nothing on the order of that night, sir.

You realise, lieutenant, in these kinds of conditions,

this high-stress environment, mishaps do occur.

Of course, sir. I've done dozens of accident investigations myself.

Sir, I know what you're suggesting,

and my discomfort for having been there has not affected my findings.

Well, if you say so, lieutenant, I believe you.

Commander, my lack of combat exposure

is not influencing my ability to see the facts.

Too many highly trained air department personnel

made minor errors that ultimately resulted in disaster.

That's correct, lieutenant.

- Sir? - Technically.

But I don't believe that any of these mistakes taken individually

rise to the level of dereliction.

I disagree, commander.

Well, now you see how perceptions can differ, lieutenant.

The law is black and white, sir.

But life aboard a deployed carrier is not, lieutenant.

It's unpredictable.

You don't think I know what unpredictable is, sir?

All right, lieutenant, I'll bite.

When exactly did your life take this turn?

As I've said before, sir,

I conceived this child prior to boarding this ship.

How prior?

Are you helping Colonel MacKenzie with her investigation, sir?

No, lieutenant, I'm not.

Then may I be excused?

Commander Rabb, what affords me the honour, sir?

Well, I'm just a little homesick.

Why don't I believe that a seagoing aviator like yourself

misses this place one darn bit?

Am I that transparent?

Like cellophane, commander.

What is it you desire?

Commander, I need a favour. It's a personal one.

But I'm gonna have to ask you to keep it to yourself.

- I am the sphinx, sir. Lieutenant Loren Singer.

A legend in her own time, sir.

Do you think you could chase down exactly what she was up to

about a... You know, a week or so before she left for sea?

Am I looking for anything in particular, sir?

Personal details. People she might have interacted with.

I think you'll know what I'm looking for when you find it.

Do you know it, sir?

Well, I wouldn't wanna lead you down the wrong path, commander.

Aye, aye, sir. I'll let you know what I dig up.

- Petty Officer Tiner. - Commander Manetti.

You know, I am so sorry to have missed the pleasure

of Lieutenant Singer's acquaintance.

- Did you know her very well? - As well as anyone, ma'am.

When was the last time you saw the lieutenant?

The day before she left, ma'am.

We had a going away party for her here.

Do you know where she was headed after that, petty officer?

I think she said she was going to see Lieutenant Roberts out at Bethesda.

Lieutenants Roberts and Singer were close?

Close? Ha, ha, no, ma'am.

Tiner. Yes, sir?

- If that's all, ma'am? - Yes, Tiner. Thank you kindly.

Would you, uh, drop these off

at Lieutenant Roberts' on your way in tomorrow,

and tell him he's under no obligation to actually read these books?

Yes, sir.

I should have listened to the man's advice.

- Lieutenant Roberts, sir? - No, Shakespeare.

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be."

As the middleman in this deal, I'm both.

- Dismissed. - Aye, sir.

Sir, I haven't come to my final conclusion yet,

but thus far I haven't been able to locate a single man aboard

who seems likely to be the father of Singer's baby.

I see.

Sir, if you could give me a reason to believe that such a man exists...

I don't happen to think this is the second coming.

The man obviously exists.

Can you point to anyone who was close to the lieutenant?

No, colonel, I cannot.

Sir, what led you to make these charges against Lieutenant Singer?

My gut feeling, colonel. And it used to be infallible.

Yes, sir. I'm not questioning your instincts.

I could frankly use your guidance on this, sir.

I have nothing of interest to add in the matter of Singer's pregnancy.

Captain, you do still want the situation investigated?

Finish your interviews, colonel. If nothing pops up,

you can close the case.

Sir, I have to ask,

are you softening your stance on the case

because you think you did jump to a premature conclusion?

No, colonel. I'm simply a man with bigger issues right now

than your pregnant lieutenant.

With all due respect, sir, I think at this point she's your lieutenant.

That's easily rectified.

I'll have her orders cut. Take her off my ship.

You're dismissed, colonel.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander Manetti. Good morning.

Wow.

Well, uh, it's awful nice of you to come out and bring me fruit, commander.

- Well... - Thank you.

Uh, uh, considering that we hardly know each other.

Well, we best get to know each other.

I hear we're gonna be working together.

Yes, ma'am.

I wonder, lieutenant, what can you tell me about Lieutenant Loren Singer?

- Ma'am? - Did you spend much time with her

after you, uh?

- After I came back from Seahawk? - Yes.

Well, I know that she was excited about her deployment.

She came by the hospital so we could talk about it.

Did you talk about anything else?

No, ma'am.

Lieutenant Singer can be a very single-minded person, ma'am.

So I've heard.

If you were Lieutenant Singer

and you wanted to give yourself a nice big sendoff to sea,

where would you go?

Oh, uh...

I don't know. Uh, Benzinger's, I guess.

That's where we go to celebrate wins.

And commiserate losses.

- Yes, ma'am. - I get it.

- What's all this about, ma'am? - I have no idea, lieutenant.

- Um, uh, would you mind? - Sure. Of course, ha, ha.

Thank you.

Good morning, lieutenant.

Tiner. - Commander Manetti.

Am I interrupting something, ma'am?

Ma'am? - No, lieutenant.

You know, I try never to miss an opportunity to shut up

and this seems like a dandy time. Good day, gentlemen.

- Thank you, ma'am. You're welcome.

- Ma'am. Bye-bye.

- What can I get you? - Uh, a little early in the day, thanks.

You have a big military clientele here, do you not?

- Proud to serve those who serve. - Very good.

Have you ever served this lieutenant?

Yeah, she's come in before with those JAG lawyers.

Always in a group.

She looked, uh, kind of like a tag-a-Iong, you know?

Like no one really wanted her there. Anyway, it's been months.

Well, she's at sea. Is there anything else you can tell me?

Last time she was in, she was with a guy.

Sandy hair. Kind of nondescript.

- You get a name? No.

But I was happy to see her happy.

Just how happy was she?

I don't think I follow.

Well, happy as in, "Let's talk baseball"

or happy as in, "You're sweeter than a moon pie"?

Oh, the latter, I guess.

They sat right back there in the corner, eyes on each other all night.

The lieutenant's a nice-Iooking gal out of uniform.

That she is.

- Much obliged for your help. Sure.

Commander Rabb, please.

I'm at the end of the road, Harm.

You sound disappointed. - Not at all.

You sure? - Harm, I'm sure.

Lieutenant Singer goes back to shore duty

and the reputations of JAGs everywhere are redeemed.

Who's gonna replace her anyway?

You're looking at her.

Temporarily.

JAG Office, Commander Rabb.

Oh, uh, uh...

Hang on a second.

Did you need some privacy?

Yeah, would you mind?

No, not at all.

What did you find?

Yeah, Benzinger's. I know it.

No, I think I know just who the bartender means.

Thanks for the legwork, commander.

Your men aren't doing much to aid in my investigation, sir.

I can't blame them, commander.

Lieutenant Singer blew through here like a hurricane,

took what confidence the men had in the investigative process.

I understand that, sir.

But the wall of silence I'm coming up against only lends credence

to what Lieutenant Singer suspected.

There were mistakes made, sir,

and if I can't get any explanation as to why,

culpable negligence isn't out of the question.

Commander, I'm humbled to have to say

- that you have taken me by surprise. - Sir?

I expected you to come out here

and undo Lieutenant Singer's report without hesitation.

Your failure to do so has given me reason to believe

that I may have been overzealous in my defence of my men.

Skipper, I don't intend to make my recommendations against you, sir.

Commander, you are failing to understand my point.

Even men who like me would tell you I've become a son of a bitch to work for.

I jumped to the conclusion my men were innocent

the same way I assumed Lieutenant Singer was guilty.

Mistakes I wouldn't accept from an officer under my command,

and errors I will not accept from myself.

I am topped out in my career, commander.

Those men you and Lieutenant Singer want to court-martial

still have mileage left to theirs and I fully intend to see them travel it.

I take full responsibility for what happened to those men.

That's it, no argument.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna make one last trap before I leave the Navy.

- One last trap, huh, captain? That's right, commander.

The battle group commander will have my request for retirement tomorrow.

I, uh, thought about our talk, sir.

Commander Cooper and Lieutenant Connelly,

they're officers. They're gonna do fine in the world.

A career enlisted like myself, I need the Navy, sir.

I'm ready to play ball. It's worth the risk to me.

All right, chief.

You can start by telling me precisely what you were doing that night.

We were non-stop.

The DIXON metre indicated a heavy landing prior to the accident.

I should have requested down time

to take number three wire out of service.

Why didn't you?

I thought at the time that we were okay.

Everything had been reset and we were ready for the next trap.

But it's no excuse, though, sir.

I knew the arresting wire was strained.

I guess l...

I guess I didn't wanna be the one who held things up.

I did some asking around about you, commander.

You've got quite an impressive flight record.

I know you've experienced a catastrophic accident firsthand, sir.

And I also know you stood up and took the blame for it.

I had to stand up, lieutenant. My RIO was killed in the mishap.

So you understand why I can't let Chief Kafenhaus

accept responsibility for something that happened on my flight deck, sir.

Convince me otherwise, lieutenant.

We'd just landed heavy.

I wanted to check petty officer's flight log

to make sure we were still good on that number three wire.

That's a little irregular, isn't it?

Yes, sir. I should've checked the deck before looking back at the Hornet

but we were crunched for time.

You didn't see the Boatswain's Mate running out there to retrieve the FOD?

No, sir. I also didn't do a visual inspection on the arresting wire.

I trusted the numbers instead of eyeballing the thing like I should have.

You thought the wire would hold up.

Well, that doesn't help me sleep at night, sir.

Just make sure your report takes the weight off the chief.

I'm an officer and I was the LSO that night.

If anyone can be held responsible for what happened, it's me.

I have no intention of letting a junior officer

and an enlisted man fall on their swords over this.

Well, why don't you walk me through what happened up here that night?

We were sometimes having less than ten seconds to identify aircraft.

The ACLS address for a Rhino is one digit off from that of a straight Hornet.

Rhino being a Super Hornet? - Yeah.

We were doing EMCOM recoveries at night,

radio contact to a minimum to maintain covertness.

So your crew misdialled an aircraft to the tune of four tons.

I'm aware of that, commander.

Something that's happened before without such dire consequence.

Look, Cooper, there were a lot of mistakes made.

A man died down there.

I'm just trying to find out where the buck stops.

I had to make a split-second decision whether to waive that Hornet off.

I made the wrong one.

Sir, we've got a situation.

Excuse me, commander.

Seahawk, this is 476 Hornet. Low state, 0.65.

Four seven six. Roger, low state.

Zero point six two miles. We're losing fuel.

Four seven six, report final approach.

We'll get you down in one piece.

Fuel's bleeding out fast, boss, 0.58 and decreasing.

Fly the ball, 476.

Set tension for a Hornet.

Aye, aye, sir. Steady as she goes.

Incoming Hornet. Low state. Wave off is not an option.

Set those engines.

I need a reading, petty officer.

We're go, chief.

PRIFLY, we're go.

Four seven six on final, 0.4 ball.

Four seven six, Hornet. Roger, ball.

You're looking good. Bring her in.

Zero point two. On fumes. I'll fly over and eject.

Negative, 476.

You've got enough fuel.

Just stay with your bird. Fly the ball.

You're too high, 476.

Ease the nose over just a little. That's it.

Good, good. Bring her down easy.

You got it.

Ma'am?

- Oh, you must be Bud. - Yes, ma'am.

Well, congratulations on your triumphant return to the office.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

I, uh, wanted to return your books before I got busy with work.

I'm so glad you came.

I've got a whole seven minutes until my next class.

- Sit down. - Ah, thank you, but I can't.

I'm in the middle of something back at home.

In fact, these plays inspired me.

Now, I know all the stories. Like, um, Macbeth,

that's the classic "Dagger of the Mind."

- Uh, Star Trek episode? - Oh.

Yeah, and let's see.

Uh, The Tempest, that's "Requiem for Methuselah."

And of course, Hamlet is "Conscience of the King."

Yeah, the one where Captain Kirk plays the prince

- and Kodos plays Claudius. - Really?

Mm-hm.

I didn't know.

You are a dear for making that connection for me.

And a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

- Ha. - Yeah, that's why I gotta get home.

Because I'm working on this fanfic for this Trekker webzine.

Now, it's based on Richard the Third,

but I'm calling mine "Picard the Third."

- What do you think? - You know something, Bud?

You may have stumbled onto a most unique teaching aid.

Let's get on with it. - Aye, sir.

All right, at 2355, a Tomcat makes an off-centre trap.

The LSO's petty officer writes it up as normal.

Now, the log entry error is not the sole cause of this mishap, however.

At 0105, an F-18 Super Hornet radios in requesting final approach.

PRIFLY misdials the aircraft as a Hornet, not a Super Hornet.

That's a weight differential of 8,000 plus pounds.

Not sufficient force, all things being equal,

to damage the arresting wire to the point of breakage.

It did damage the wire to the point of breakage, commander.

The off-centre trap and the heavy landing

added the equivalent of 15 traps to that wire.

That still put the trap volume below the 125

recommended by the Navy for regular usage.

That cross-deck pendant should still have been able to withstand

another ten to 20 traps.

- I think we're all aware of that. If you'll bear with me, captain.

Now, in the arresting gear room,

Chief Kafenhaus realises they've had excessive run out.

The cross-head pulley ran out to 184 inches.

Now, Regs recommends in-depth inspection at 185 inches.

Chief Kafenhaus was still operating within Navy guidelines, as were you all.

Collectively, you are all responsible for what happened on deck,

but no one person is to blame.

We'll be filing an amended report stating there's insufficient evidence

to recommend an Article 32 hearing in this case.

And that's it, skipper.

You're all dismissed.

Aye, sir.

Commander Rabb, you can stay.

Who was that show intended for?

For all involved, skipper.

Nobody deserves to be court-martialed for what happened aboard the deck.

It was an accident.

And certainly no officer need resign over it.

Will you accept these findings, skipper?

Commander, I have found that arguing with attorneys

is rarely a winning proposition.

And I don't believe it's too late to reconsider my hasty retirement.

- Thank you. - Sir.

Well, we're gonna miss you on terra firma.

We'll be at Norfolk in two weeks, Harm. I think you can hold the fort until then.

What are you up to?

- What do you mean? - All the secrecy, private phone calls.

What aren't you telling me about Singer?

Mac, Lieutenant Singer risked a court-martial to keep her life private.

I have to respect that.

Chivalry is not dead.

Colonel, commander.

- Good luck, lieutenant. - Thank you, ma'am.

Let's hit it.

I haven't been able to get a hold of my brother in Russia.

I assume you're having the same problem.

It's no concern of mine, sir.

Sergei is the father, isn't he, lieutenant?

Look, Loren, you drove him to the airport,

I have a witness who saw you two cuddling together

at Benzinger's the night before.

You've been spying on me?

Why didn't you tell us?

Because, commander, two weeks later and no one would have known.

Stand by for takeoff.

- Known what? - I'm having an abortion, sir.