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Are you sure you wanna go
through with this, sir?

- Let's go.
- All right.

What's with the bloating?

Uh, that's perfectly normal, admiral.

It's due to a reduction
in ambient pressure.

I suggest you expel whatever gas
you can before the next manoeuvre.

- You're kidding.
- I'll wait, sir.

Well, a little confined here.

All right.

Okay, here we go.

Oh!
Admiral, are you all right?

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

Washington Centre,
this is Navy 2878.

I have an uncommanded ejection
of my back seater.

Eight complaints
of pilot disorientation, sir.

All investigated and analysed
by Pax River.

They've determined the F-14's
new heads-up display as the culprit.

Navy's case against the contractor's
gotta be airtight.

The General Counsel's Office
is looking to me for verification.

- I'm looking to you.
- Understood, sir.

So walk me through the, uh, specifics.

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

during flight manoeuvring,
which in this case, uh,

actual attitude tended to lag
by a fraction of a second.

How does this create disorientation?

Admiral,
a pilot uses situational intelligence

to determine where in space he is.

Two ways, peripherally,

where information is channelled
into the subconscious mind,

and through forward vision,
via the HUD, or heads-up display,

where information is channelled
to the conscious mind.

And because the two minds
process data differently,

if there's a differential,
it can cause a, uh, confused scenario

whereby the pilot believes
he's in one position,

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

I'm not visualising.

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

No.

I'm just attempting to demonstrate,
admiral.

Can this condition be re-created
in an airplane?

Pax River's done it, sir.

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

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

Never.

You don't think I can handle it?

No. No, sir. If you, uh,
think it'll clarify things, then...

I do.

A ride will require training, sir.

Low-pressure Chamber Test,
that type of thing.

Hmm, can you schedule me
one today?

I'll get right on it, sir.

What's this?

Happy Valentine's Day.

- You look surprised.
- I wasn't expecting, uh...

- I guess I should just open it, huh?
- Mm-hm.

Wow!

Read the inscription.

Um...

"A woman would run through fire
and water for such a kind heart."

- Merry Wives of Windsor.
- Mm-hm.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh!

Oh, and thank you.

- I hope that's okay.
- Well, of course.

I love chocolates.

So where are we going?

Do you mind if we stay in tonight?
I'm exhausted.

I, uh, had to do this
AP training all day.

What's that?

Uh, it's, uh, flight preparation.

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

He's gonna show me this, uh, glitch
in the new heads-up display.

- Sounds dangerous.
- He knows how to control it.

Well...

Well, maybe we can meet
afterwards.

My afternoon's jammed.

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

I'm just jealous.

I wish I were going up with you.

Well, you're always with me.

You dumb ass.

Washington Centre,
this is Navy 2878.

I have an uncommanded ejection
of my back seater.

Say again, 2878?

My back seat punched out

about a hundred and twenty miles
south of Martinsburg.

Transmission garbled, 2878.

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

Cannot read you, 2878.
Squawking emergency.

Two, eight, seven, eight,
observing your emergency squawk.

Clearing you for immediate landing
at Martinsburg Municipal Airport.

Click mike three times
for acknowledgement.

I think he must have
loosened his lap belt, colonel,

which would have caused him
to bang his head into the canopy.

In his confusion,
he must have grabbed

the alternate
ejection seat handle, sir.

I take full responsibility
for this, colonel.

Your CO will insist on it.

That was my CO who punched out,
colonel.

The Navy's
Judge Advocate General.

This is a remarkable story,
commander.

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

Pax River is already on it.

They're sending out a SAR aircraft
with ground crew aboard.

Well, can you get me over there, sir?
The doctor's cleared me.

Uh, you reported where he punched out,
commander, we'll take it from here.

I recommend you go back
to Falls Church.

- We'll keep you posted.
- I'd really like to be on the helicopter.

You dumped a two-star

over the George Washington
National Forest, commander.

Haven't you done enough?

Commander Rabb?
Ann Rodino, motor pool.

Got you a jacket, sir.

Colonel Skelly also requisitioned
you transportation.

I've got the vehicle outside there.

There's no chains on the tyres.

They're all being used, sir.

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

We're doing what we can, sir.

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

We've got two Humvee's, sir.

Are they covered?

One of them. But it needs a tune up.

I'll take it.

That's a wilderness area, Harm.

Do you have confirmation
he survived the ejection?

The admiral's a former SEAL.
He knows his way around a parachute.

You don't forget
your survival training.

Yeah, well, the area that he jumped
into is heavily forested.

He has his beacon
and smoke flares,

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

If they can see it in this weather.

Anything I can do?

Well, we should let Meredith know.

But don't tell anyone at the office
until we have a better idea

- what's going on, all right?
- Agreed.

When do you expect to be back?

When I find him.

Twenty-three, clearance on request.

Roger, 61-Tango.

Be advised, extreme low visibility.
You'll be on instrumentation only.

Stand by for clearance.

Morning Light Control,
this is Nighthawk 21.

We have clearing conditions.

This is Morning Light. We read you.
How close are you to ejection site?

Ten klicks, sir.

We'll check back
when we're in range.

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

Meredith, it's Mac. Are you there?

Could you call me at the office?
The admiral...

It's important, just please get back
to me as soon as you can.

555-0171.

Okay, what do I got?

Okay, I got the beacon.

Beef jerky.

Morning Light, this is
Nighthawk 21. We're at the site.

Commenced expanded
search pattern.

Two-one, this is Morning Light.

Have you located
the admiral's beacon yet?

That's a negative, Morning Light.

You should be in range, 21.

If he's still
where he ejected, commander.

Meredith, I just left a message
on your home machine.

I'm trying to reach you on your cell.
It's important I hear from you.

There's a situation with...

Um, please get back to me.
Thank you.

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

- Right.
- Session's eight minutes late, colonel.

Can you close the door?

I'm telling you this
in strict confidence

because I need someone
to monitor things

and follow through
while I'm in session.

You are not to utter a word of this
to anyone in the office until I say so.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

It concerns Admiral Chegwidden.

I need to keep apprised
of his situation.

And we have to reach
Meredith Cavanaugh.

Understood, ma'am.

Is the admiral all right?

Yet to be determined.

I don't get it.

You're too calm about this.

I knew you'd make it out.

- There were concerns.
- I know.

I was wet. I'd lost my fire.
A threat of animals.

But look at you. Not a scratch.

- I must've been blessed.
- You still are.

I had this with me.
Took it on the flight.

- I didn't think you liked it.
- Oh, I liked it.

I was embarrassed by it.

It was such a clear demonstration
of how you felt,

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

I didn't care.

Yes, you did.

All right.

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

You had every right to be.

Was it because you didn't know
how to demonstrate you feelings?

Or because they weren't
strong enough?

This is a judge-alone court-martial.

There will be no members present
at any time during the proceedings.

Does the government make
an opening statement?

Yes, Your Honour.

Petty Officer Matthew Cantrell,
an interior communications electrician

aboard the destroyer
USS Callaghan,

is charged with placing
a miniature video camera

in the junction box
of the enlisted female head.

This is a violation of Article 134,

conduct prejudicial to good order
and discipline.

The government will show
that the accused was responsible

for requisitioning the equipment
from the base photo lab.

The stated purpose
was for the examination

of hard-to-reach electrical conduits,

but in fact, was intended
for this installation only.

Petty officer's motives
were clearly prurient

and a direct invasion of the privacy
of his female shipmates.

Lieutenant Roberts,
does the defence desire to proceed

or reserve its opening statement?

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

The defence will show
that Petty Officer Cantrell

is wrongly accused of the offence.

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

it was directly in furtherance
of the inspection programme.

We contend that actually
the movement of the ship

changed the camera angle

thus exposing the petty officer
to suspicion.

Thank you.

- Have you heard from the admiral?
- No.

I was expecting him back
an hour ago.

He's got a conference call.
I don't know what to do.

I say cancel for the moment
and call as soon as he arrives.

Yeah.

I'm worried.
I can't reach him on his cell.

Commander Rabb's
not returning either.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

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

- Uh, I'll call them.
- It's okay.

- I've got number on speed dial.
- I have information about the admiral.

- You weren't gonna tell me?
- I was ordered not to.

- I'm his yeoman, Coates.
- That's why I'm making this exception.

Has something happened
to the admiral?

You need to promise me
not to say anything

until the information
is officially disclosed.

Master Chief Andre, is Petty
Officer Cantrell under your supervision?

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

Tell us what you encountered
on the evening of 7 January.

I left the duty log in the IC.
I returned to pick it up.

When I walked in, I noticed the image
of a toilet on one of the monitors.

It was clear to me a camera
had been trained on one of the heads.

When I got closer, I saw on the screen
an enlisted female enter the area.

What was she doing?

Preparing to use the facility, sir.

Was anyone other than you
in the IC?

Petty Officer Cantrell
entered shortly after.

Was he on watch at the time?
Yes.

Did you ask him about it?
- Loudly, sir.

What was his answer?

He said he had mounted the camera
in the junction box

to check the existence of mice
in the conduits,

and that it had popped out
of position.

Did you believe him?

No, sir.

Why?

Well, I realise mice
are a problem, sir.

They tend to gnaw at wiring,
which can create a fire hazard.

But what I didn't understand
was why the camera was being used

to view such a small area.

And even if that could be explained,

why couldn't it have been secured
at the correct angle to begin with?

Why wasn't he at his place of duty?

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

so he could correct the problem.

And did he have tape with him
at the time?

Yes, sir. Videotape.

Thank you. That will be all.

Master Chief Andre,

did Petty Officer Cantrell
give you an excuse

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

He said he couldn't find any, sir.

And did he give you reason
for the videotape?

Restocking.

Uh, did you ever see
Petty Officer Cantrell

watching what was
on the monitors?

No, sir.

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

Excuse me, lieutenant?

Well, if proof of wrongdoing
is based on the intention

to view the private acts
of female personnel,

then aren't your actions, master chief,
the ones that apply here?

Objection, Your Honour.
This is argumentative.

Sustained. Confine questions of
culpability to the accused, counsellor.

Master chief, did you not authorise
the requisition for this camera?

Lieutenant.

No further questions.

Damn it, admiral.
Where are your flares?

We got something.

Marking the coordinates.

Morning Light, this is Nighthawk 21.

We have a fix on the beacon.

Easy. Easy.

Two-one to Morning Light,
We have a dimming beacon.

Initial indication, 21?

Our man is definitely on the move.

What's going on, 21?

Either the admiral's
a world-class sprinter

or he just found himself
a snowmobile.

We've lost his signal.

We're out of contact.

Admiral!

Admiral, it's Harm!

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Mac, I found
the admiral's campsite. He's gone.

You think he's been rescued?

No, I can hear the helos.
They're still looking for him.

Where would he go?

Well, there's two scenarios.
One I won't consider.

What does that mean?

I have tracks. I think he's moved on.

Call Pax River.
Let them know that I'm here

and what I found.
And give them these coordinates.

Latitude 38 degrees,
9 minutes, 16 seconds north.

Longitude 78 degrees,
5 minutes 51 seconds west.

And wish me luck, okay?

Harm?

Tiner, is the admiral back yet?
- No, ma'am.

- I need to talk to him.
- I'll put you on the list.

Before the end of the day, please.

No promises, ma'am.

- Does he have a lot on his plate?
- Not exactly.

- Well, is he coming back at all?
- I'm hoping.

When will you know for sure?

As soon as I hear back
from Search and Rescue.

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

Talk to me, Tiner.

Only if you make me a promise,
lieutenant.

Sorry. Be seated.

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

Yes, ma'am.
- Proceed.

Petty Officer McCurdy,
do you know Petty Officer Cantrell?

Uh, he's in the rack above me, sir.

Did he ever mention
a particular video installation to you?

Uh, yes. He told me that he'd placed
a miniature camera in the female head.

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

Yes, sir. I refused.

- Why?
- Because it's sick, sir.

- And totally against regulations.
- Thank you.

Petty officer, have you ever known
Petty Officer Cantrell to be lascivious?

He likes the women, sir.

But has he ever mentioned
anything like this before?

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

Did he tell you
what you'd be viewing?

No, sir, but it was pretty obvious.

- But to you?
- To anyone, lieutenant.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd speak for yourself.

- To me, sir.
- Uh, you have a particular interest

- in the subject matter?
- Objection.

You're reaching, counsellor.

Your Honour, I'm trying to impeach
the petty officer's assumptions.

You're getting personal. Sustained.

Sorry, ma'am.

You assumed he meant for you
to witness the private acts

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

It couldn't have been that he was
asking you, as an electrician's mate,

to help monitor the wiring
coming out of that junction box?

I don't think so, sir.

- Why not?
- Because it makes no sense to me.

Peeping on female shipmates does?

Your Honour.

Withdrawn.

Why would I take your gift along
if I was trying to avoid its message?

And your answer?

I guess instinctively
I wanted a part of you with me.

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

- Apparently you did.
- Heh, yeah, heh.

- Do I get a thank you?
- Thank you.

Hmm, better than chocolate.

You have no idea how cold I was.

My senses were on overload.

Not enough, I assume,
to cancel out the rescue helicopter.

I'm here.

I'm here, damn it.

Nighthawk 21, Morning Light.
What's your status?

Based on the information
from Commander Rabb,

we think he's in the canyon below.

Can you insert your SAR team?

The canyon walls are too tight.

We're dancing
with some high winds.

Is there a better zone nearby?

At the canyon mouth,
three miles north.

All right.

Set your team down there,
have them walk in.

- Remain at the ready for extraction.
Copy that.

Where you going now? Damn it.

Where the hell is that damn flare?

We'll take a short recess.

Uh, again, Your Honour?
Well, we've hardly had any court time.

Do you anticipate the end of the world,
lieutenant?

No, Your Honour.

It's not promising, ma'am.

Helos lost contact.
They're putting a team on the ground.

- How close are they?
- They're not sure.

- Any word from Meredith?
- No, colonel.

- What does Commander Rabb know?
- He's out of range. Can't reach him.

That's unacceptable, petty officer.

I'm doing my best, ma'am.

Ugh, yes, I'm sure you are.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do.
Should I say something?

It's a hard call, colonel.

Let's keep it quiet for the moment.

See if we get some better news.

Admiral!

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

Proceed.

Raise your hand please.

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

shall be the truth, the whole truth,
nothing but the truth?

So help me God, sir?

- Yes.
- I do, sir.

Petty officer, are you aware
of the severity of this violation?

I am, sir.
It's deeply offensive to women.

Actually,
to anyone who values privacy.

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

I know what it looks like, lieutenant.

And I would probably assume
I was guilty if I didn't know better.

What happened?

It's a misunderstanding, sir.

I would never consciously
do something like this.

In fact, my intentions were to benefit
the women aboard ship.

In what way?

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

I chose the female head first because
I was concerned for their welfare.

The idea of them having to deal
with an electrical fire

while being
in a compromising position...

- Your Honour?
- Yes.

- Is there a problem?
- Yes.

May I continue?

Yes.

So your reasons were practical
and considerate?

Yes, sir. The last thing I intended
was to be a peeping Tom.

I was taught
to respect the female body.

- What was that?
- I'm sorry, ma'am?

You were taught to respect females
or the female body?

- Which one did I say, ma'am?
- The second.

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

Or is it just sex?

Your Honour, is there a reason
why you're questioning my witness?

Because I can, counsellor.

- Maybe we approach?
- Please.

Colonel, I can't help feeling that you're
displaying a bias against my client.

Your client is stretching the limits
of credulity.

I understand you're enjoying
being back in a lead counsel role,

but frankly,
I'm disappointed with your strategy.

- It's a legitimate strategy, ma'am.
- It's creative. I'll give you that.

Given this session is nearly over
anyway, I suggest we call it a day

and you have a conversation
with your opposition.

About what, ma'am?

About options other than
taking this case to a verdict.

- But, ma'am...
- Bud, look at my face.

Do you see anything that suggests
I'm in a malleable frame of mind?

Admiral!

Admiral.

Stay in one place.

Don't make it the colonel's problem.
You have a tough hill to climb.

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

Yeah, well, do me a favour,
keep it away from my neck, okay?

No, no. My deal is fair.

Considering her verdict would likely be
a bad conduct discharge

and significant brig time,

I'll recommend
five-months confinement

with discharge as adjudged.

Two months confinement,
no discharge.

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

Well, he wants to stay in.

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

Yes.

Why keep this guy in the Navy?

Punitive discharge. No confinement.

Hey, sweetie.

What's wrong?

The fire was burning down.

Everything else was gone.
This was all I had left.

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

I apologise for not making
this announcement earlier,

but I was hoping for a resolution.

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

- They haven't found him yet?
No.

- But Commander Rabb is on his trail?
Yes.

- Any concerns about the commander?
- Should there be?

We understand they found
an empty Humvee at the drop zone.

Well, I hadn't heard that.

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

Is there anyone here that knows
less than I do, petty officer?

Yes.

Me.

You're worse off than me, huh?

You belonged to somebody,
didn't you?

What'd they do, dump you out here?

Boy, you hear something?

Wait a minute.
I'm going where you're going.

I was presenting a paper nearby
at a literary symposium.

When I finally turned
my cell phone back on,

I had received four messages
from you.

You're aware the admiral went up
in an F-14 with Harm this morning?

- They crashed?
No.

No, he inadvertently ejected over
George Washington National Forest.

They haven't found him yet.

Okay.

I wish I had better news.

Oh, you do.

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

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

You doubt that he is?

I'm concerned.

He's fine.
There's nothing to worry about.

How can you be so sure?

Because he would expect nothing less
than complete faith from me.

Admiral!

Admiral!

Sorry, Meredith.

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

I'm looking to put together
a search party.

I'm offering a reward. Can you help?

- You okay?
Yeah.

- Is he bad off?
- No, ma'am.

But he'll need to be hospitalised
for testing.

Let me talk to her.

Let me talk to her.

How's my Boy Scout?

Thanks for the help.

And what did I do?

You made me pay attention.

I'm not sure what you mean,
but, uh, I like the way it sounds.

I love you.

- Do I need to repeat that?
- Yes.

I love you.

You're just grateful to be alive.

Wait until the euphoria has passed.

- Why? Listen to me.
- A.J.

I had to run through fire and water
to get to the feelings I have.

You gonna back away from that?

I love you too.

Um...

There's something else
I gotta tell you.

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

What? What do you mean?

I'm involved with another female.

What?