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I hate this part.

Duncan, you only
passed your PRTs

because you have to heave
it up here once in awhile.

And be quick about it.

The ship can't afford to
have the radar down for long.

You know what they say:
"You can't rush precision."

I know what else they say:
"The cable guy's always late."

Duncan!

What did you just do?!

We need a corpsman!

Sir, ma'am.

Captain asked me to greet you.

I'm Lieutenant Jourgensen.

Combat Information
Center Divisional Officer.

This happened on
my watch, I'm afraid.

You have someone on the aftmast.

That's Petty Officer Demato.

She was Seaman
Duncan's work partner.

She's finishing
up what he started.

Were all planned maintenance

safety system
procedures being followed?

Everyone on my staff
claims so, Commander.

Do you believe them?

I don't know
why they'd lie, sir.

A man is dead.

That's reason enough
for some people.

I'm going to take a look up top.

Follow me, ma'am.

To Control Station Three.

Lieutenant Banks to
Control Station Three.

Repairs to the radar
array can only take place

when the power's turned off.

Once that's happened, the
technicians are supposed

to affix a tagout
sheet to the console,

so everyone will know that
the repairs are in progress,

but for some reason, the
tagout sheet for this test

wasn't in place at the
time of the accident.

Can you say for certain
that there ever was

a tagout sheet on
the radar console?

Yeah, the log record will prove

a tagout sheet
was issued, ma'am.

It takes three signatures

to authorize the kind of
work we were doing that day...

The Lead Interior
Communications Technician,

a guy we call "second
man" and myself.

I saw the tagout
sheet on the console.

Apparently, ten minutes
later, it was gone.

And Seaman Duncan was dead.

Yeah.

Petty Officer Demato?

Yes, sir.

I'm investigating
Seaman Duncan's death.

I know you were
with him at the time.

I'd like to hear your take

on what happened.

Sir, Seaman Duncan and
I were repairing a casualty

to the radar array,
so the power was off.

The radar is shut down while
repairs are being performed.

That's right, Commander.

These AN SPS-49 long range units

run at 360 kilowatts.

You don't want them starting up

unless you're a
safe distance away.

So how do you know
it's shut down now?

I don't, sir.

I just have to trust
that the guys in CIC

are trying not to get me killed.

Um, have a seat.

Coates, um...

you ever been married?

No, sir.

Are you a... a romantic?

It's, um, it's my wedding.

It's coming up in May,

but, uh, with this, uh,
Commander Imes business,

I'm up to my...

Eyeballs. I know, sir.

And Meredith's pretty
much the same way.

I'd love to help, sir.

Well, you know, I-I can't...

Ask me to work on it
during duty hours. I know, sir.

But I will pay.

I wouldn't hear of it, sir.

I'd be honored to
help, free of charge.

And, sir,

I won't disappoint you.

I can't believe

I'm going to miss
the dance this year.

Oh, this year of
Honor Remediation

is going to be
tougher than I thought.

You having second
thoughts about agreeing to it?

Oh, no way.

I'm still better off
than these guys.

It's my little sister

who's not too happy
about it, though.

She started her freshman
year at Bowie State

and up until all that
Honor Board business,

she was going to
be my date, so...

I'll take your sister to
the Thanksgiving Dance.

Come on, look, we can't
fraternize with female midshipmen

and I haven't been off campus
in months to meet a civilian girl.

Besides, I need a date.

Come on, set us up.

Yeah, all right.

She'll want to meet you first.

All right.

All right, give me her number.

I'll call her after class.

Molto grazie,
Professore Selvaggio.

No, I wouldn't
miss it for the world.

Hi, ma'am.

Do you have a moment?
I'm on my lunch hour.

Uh, sure. Sure, Jennifer.

What's, uh, what's all this?

Well, I spoke with three
different dressmakers. Mm-hmm.

They agree that for
your figure... Uh-huh.

This would be the
most flattering style.

That looks like a parade float.

May I suggest...

toasted almond?

Uh, Jennifer,

when A.J. said that
you were helping...

But ma'am, this will match the
groomsmen's cummerbunds.

Uh-huh. And exactly how many
groomsmen are we talking about?

Well, for a formal military
wedding at Annapolis, ma'am,

you probably shouldn't
go with fewer than 12.

Huh.

MacKENZIE: Petty Officer
Atwood, you were the second man

on the repair that
killed Seaman Duncan?

Yes, ma'am.

How do you explain
that while you knew

radar array repair
was happening,

you stood by while
Petty Officer Farrier

turned on the microwave
unit to initiate a test.

I didn't know what
Petty Officer Farrier

was planning to do, ma'am.

I assumed everyone
in the division could see

the tagout sheet on the console.

Everyone except Petty
Officer Farrier, apparently.

I saw the tagout sheet
there earlier, ma'am...

but if Petty Officer Farrier
says it wasn't there, then...

it wasn't there, ma'am.

This was not her fault.

I assume that's
Petty Officer Farrier?

Yes, ma'am.

Petty Officer?

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

Yes, ma'am. I know my Article
31 rights and I waive them.

Where exactly where you when
Seaman Duncan was killed?

High-power output test, ma'am.

Had you ever run
that test before?

Yes, ma'am, many times.

To the point where you'd
become overconfident?

No, ma'am. I think I
have a healthy respect

for how dangerous
array maintenance can be.

Everybody here does.

But you never thought to
ask the other technicians

if it was safe to proceed?

That isn't the protocol, ma'am.

When the radar
repair is in progress,

there's supposed to be a tagout
sheet on the control console.

It wasn't there, ma'am.

So Lieutenant Jourgensen
is doing ten things at once

and this "second man" operating
four tests simultaneously.

Was there any one
person whose job it was

to watch that tagout sheet?

You know, I couldn't believe
it when Kevin called me.

You know, in high school,
he never would've set me up.

Mmm. Protective
big brother, huh?

Yeah, he was worse
than our mother.

Yeah. I mean, it's not
my place to say this,

but maybe after your dad died,
he felt like he had to step in.

You're pretty insightful.

Well, the guy's my
best friend, Cass.

I mean, I know he
cares about his family.

No, I know that he
does it all out of love.

I know that, but, you know,
I'm not a little girl anymore.

He doesn't need to
take care of me like that.

Oh, gosh.

My roommate locked
herself out again.

Guess you gotta go, huh?

No, it's not an excuse.

You know, you make me wish

I didn't have a
7:00 lecture tonight:

"The Significance of Jacob
Riis to the Labor Movement."

Wow. You a business major?

Uh, I'm pre-law,
but I don't bite.

So, um, listen, are you
going to be around tomorrow?

Ooh, I'm going to
DC to see my brother,

but I'll be back

around 5:00 or-or 6:00.

You know, I'd like
to get together,

if... if you want.

I want.

All right.

Okay.

Picture this...

in toasted almond.

Well, it...

looks like a cantaloupe
blown up by a...

Land mine, sir?

This is what Meredith wants?

Sir, I've taken the liberty
of creating a checklist.

Checklist? I mean, what
the hell do you need...

The bride and a ring.

Sir, getting married
can be very complicated.

Coates, getting
married is simple.

Staying married
is very complicated.

Sir, I think you'll find

that a lot is expected of
the modern bridegroom.

For instance, who have you
named as your best man?

Well, um...

I haven't given that
much thought yet.

I'm sure you've at least
considered the bridal shower, sir.

Coed is the new
catchphrase for that.

Now, you do have your
prenuptial agreements in place, sir?

Petty Officer
Yates, your only task

at the time of the incident

was to make sure
your coworkers knew

repairs were being
done to the radar.

I thought I had, sir.

Tagout sheet was
here at 0820 Zulu.

But it wasn't here at 0830
when I commenced my test.

That test wasn't
scheduled till 1010.

What were you
doing in here at 0830?

Sir, I thought I was helping by
getting it out of the way early.

Where were you, Petty
Officer Yates, at 0830?

I was here, sir.

Uh, there was just
so much going on.

In the midst of our
regular operations,

we had gear tooth damage

to the mechanical
linkage on the array.

Uh, the ship was
blind in the water

without its radar.

Everything just had
to be fixed so quickly.

This is ridiculous.

The tagout sheet has got
to be here somewhere, right?

Tagout sheet for
repairs to the radar array.

See, I told you I put it up.

It must've fallen.

You should've stayed at the
console, Petty Officer Yates.

Yes, ma'am.

So what happens to me now?

You neglected your
primary responsibility,

Petty Officer, and a man died.

This is just like old
times, you know?

Me and you. Sea duty.

We ought to get out of
Washington more often.

Oh, sounds to me like you
got out of Washington plenty

when you were off playin' spy.

Hmm. You'll never tell
me what you were doing

with the CIA, will you?

Well, I can't imagine Clay
brings his work home with him.

I thought we
decided to travel light,

leaving the baggage behind.

I left my baggage in Paraguay.

Yeah, and some deep,
dark secret you left Stateside,

but I'll respect your
privacy on that one.

Oh, I guess there is a
first time for everything.

Excuse me, sir, ma'am.

I heard you were leaving.

Well, we're filing the
incident as accidental

and, uh, recommending
lessons learned.

Nothing we found warrants
a Dereliction charge.

Would you reconsider, sir?

You had your man. You
just let him off the hook.

Petty Officer Yates? Yes, sir.

The thing you don't know
is that this happened before,

a few weeks ago.

A tagout sheet fell off?

Yes, ma'am, when
Petty Officer Yates

was previously conducting
radar array maintenance.

It's just that last time

no one happened
to be on the foretop,

so no one got hurt.

Sir, ma'am, if you'll excuse me.

I'm on duty in ten minutes.

Go ahead, Petty Officer,
but make yourself available.

We might want
to talk to you later.

Yes, ma'am.

Clear the fantail;
stand by to launch helo.

Clear the fantail;
stand by to launch helo.

Our flight's leaving.

There'll be another
one tomorrow.

Oh, hang on, hang
on a second, hang on.

Hey, come in. Since
when do you knock?

Hey, listen, these people
are used to traveling

on luxury tour buses.

I can't tell them that
they have to potty

in a bucket on the
back of a C-130.

Hey, Mikey. Hey.

It's like living with
Ringling Brothers,

Barnum and Bailey
Circus. How are you?

Good. Harriet's been
working with the USO

putting together this
Christmas show in Iraq,

squeezing it in

on coffee breaks
and after hours.

Kind of cutting
into our quality time.

Hey, little A.J. do that?

Yeah, before he went
off to his play date.

Do you believe that between

teasing the new baby
and wandering away

from the baby-sitter, he's
actually learning how to spell.

You should ask him to
help me with my homework.

Are you having trouble
keeping up with your studies?

I was kidding.

Good, just 'cause it's tough,

keeping up your grade, you know,

semester after semester,

like you have been.
It's getting tougher.

Second year.

And a social life.

And I met a girl.

Uh-huh. Freshman

at Bowie, pre-law.

Mikey, you know that I'm
proud of your accomplishments,

but you know that you're
not always the most...

The most what?

The most mature.

Is a girl the place

you ought to be focusing
all your energies right now?

Okay, relax, we've
been on, like, one date.

Besides, maybe I'd
be a little more mature

if you'd stop calling me Mikey.

How 'bout Mike?

You know, I'm-I'm
21 years old now, Bud.

Okay... Mike.

This house is mute testimony

to the difficulties of
balancing a work life

with a personal life.

Yeah, okay, hey,
hey, lunch in five, guys.

Listen, if you send me

a press kit, then I can
get some buzz started

on this thing.

When did Harriet start
talking like Carson Daly?

It's been a slow progression.

My workload is nuts, too.

I mean, we've had
this problem at JAG.

We're having to retry
all these old cases,

and no matter how
much you might want it,

you can't have it all, Mike.

In the office on
a Saturday, A.J.?

Oh, it's just me. Sorry, ma'am.

I had to come into the
office because there's

a wait for the
phone at my place.

I share an apartment
with three other girls.

Ma'am, can I put you
on hold for a second?

Oh...

JAG Ops, Petty Officer Coates.

Commander Rabb
is out of the country,

which is why you couldn't
reach him at home.

I can take a message.

Miss Grace, got it.

Thank you.

Dr. Cavanaugh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, what is it you
need, Jennifer?

Well, I have

menus to show you.

You know how the
admiral loves French food.

Well, I-I-I do, but...
I can drop them

by your house on my way home.

Uh, no. Uh, I-I-I'm
sorry, Jennifer.

Today is not-not a good day.

I'll call you, okay?

Okay. Bye, ma'am.

What can you tell me
about Petty Officer Yates?

He's not the most
popular guy, I guess,

but I don't spend
enough time in the CIC

to get involved
in their politics.

What about the second
man, Petty Officer Atwood?

He's mouthy, kind of a blowhard.

You ever hear him mouth
off to Petty Officer Yates?

Yeah, I caught Atwood and Yates

at each other's
throats a few times.

Over anything in particular?

Petty Officer Atwood
accused Petty Officer Yates

of shirking, being
a slacker, sir.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe he knew something
like this was bound to happen.

MacKENZIE: Have you ever
known Petty Officer Atwood

and Petty Officer
Yates to argue?

Nothing beyond a spat
here or there, ma'am.

Were you aware of
a previous incident

in which a tagout
sheet went missing

during radar repairs?

I knew about the missing notice

when it happened last time.

Petty Officer Yates left
the console during the test.

Petty Officer Atwood found
the tagout sheet on the floor.

Doesn't it seem strange to
you that the same mishap

would befall the same sailor

twice in a month? What
are you suggesting, ma'am?

Do you think it's possible

that someone sabotaged
the tagout sheets

so that Petty Officer Yates

would get the blame? I
can't imagine that, ma'am.

Can you imagine anyone

in this division
intentionally making

Petty Officer Yates
look incompetent?

Petty Officer?

Ma'am, can we step in here?

Ma'am, no one would
have to stage anything

to make Petty Officer
Yates appear incompetent.

The day of the accident,
he left the radar console

so he could go and
have a cigarette.

In the middle of his watch?

Oh, yeah, and it's not
the first time, either.

Pack a day, ten
minutes a cigarette.

You do the math.

He's absent more
than he's present,

and a lot of the
enlisted are getting tired

of covering for him.

Bud says you've
been really busy.

Yeah, well, I
shouldn't complain.

Some of these headliners that
the USO have booked for this tour

play 200 dates a year,

and they still find
time to volunteer,

so Bud and I are just
going a little bit crazy

right now, that's all.

You know, what was it
like when you first met?

I mean...

you were both still working.

Bud was in law school.

How'd you find
time for each other?

Well, um, it helped
that we worked together,

although we were bending
the rules just a little bit.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

Thinking about goin' a-courtin'?

I like this girl.

How serious is it?

We just met.

Well, you must think there's
a possibility of it being serious,

or you wouldn't be
asking all these questions.

I mean, I could see myself

spending time with her, sure...

but Bud doesn't
think I can handle

my class load and a
personal life at the same time.

'Cause he still thinks of you

as a little kid.

Yeah, he mentioned that.

He's just looking
out for you, that's all.

By turning me into a monk?

Not that... I mean, I
wasn't thinking about that.

About what?

What'd you think I was thinkin'?

About sex.

Harriet, stop.

About sex, sex,

sex, sex, sex, sex...
Harriet, please...

All work and no play
makes for a pretty dull guy,

and Bud knows that,
so if you like this girl,

and she likes you, don't let
Bud convince you not to see her.

Besides that, deep down,
that's not what Bud wants,

anyway.

Fuel Control Coordinator,

report to the XO
on the oh-four level.

Thought we'd find you out here.

Why is that, sir? At ease.

Process of elimination,
Petty Officer Yates.

How many places aboard this ship

can you take a smoke
break without being seen?

You'd be surprised at
how creative you can get.

Smoking calms me down,

Colonel, Commander.

I can't get through
the day without it.

Apparently.

You left your
workstation in the middle

of radar maintenance
just to have one.

Twice.

Actually, to tell the truth,
ma'am, it was more than twice.

Yeah, your nasty little
habit got a man killed.

Don't think I don't feel
like crap about it, ma'am.

That's not good enough,
Petty Officer, not by a mile.

We're reversing our original
findings; we're recommending you

to brought up on a charge
of Dereliction of Duty.

And Involuntary Manslaughter.

Manslaughter?

While you were out
here killing yourself,

another man died.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Here are the cases that
Commander Imes argued

against Commander Manetti,

signed, sealed and delivered.

Thanks, Bud.

This one shouldn't
take long to put to bed.

A petty officer with a monkey
on his back and no excuses.

He was out smoking

when he should have been
monitoring a tagout sheet.

Sounds like and open and
shut dereliction case, ma'am.

Forget that.

I want this guy

for involuntary manslaughter.

He's shown culpable negligence

and a reckless
disregard for human life.

It satisfies the standard.

Under the most expansive
interpretation, ma'am.

Petty Officer Yates

is weak, Bud.

His lack of self-discipline
resulted in a fatality.

You seem to be very emotional
about this case, ma'am.

Not at all.

I have never felt
more analytical.

Uh, thanks for your help

with my retrial motions,
and please tell Harriet

that I'm sorry for keeping
her husband at night.

She barely noticed, ma'am.

Her work with the USO is
taking up most of her free time.

It's only till Christmas, Bud.

I know.

Thanks, ma'am.

Hey, Bud,

I need you to pick up
the boys at the baby-sitter.

I'm going to be
late again tonight.

Little A.J.'s having
such a hard time.

Could you? I'm going to
be working late too, honey.

Honeymoon insurance?

I-I don't think I
need, uh, insurance

in-in that department.

Sir, you really
should consider it.

You know, I-I love Meredith,

but this whole thing is,
is way, way out of control.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Enter.

Sir, a girl called
for you on Saturday.

Said she couldn't
reach you at home.

Thank you.

Uh, Admiral, did you
read the memo I put

with Petty Officer Yates' file?

Yeah.

Admiral, I've agreed

to a dereliction of duty charge,

but Mac will have
nothing to do with it.

She's after this guy
with a vengeance.

So, what do you think
the colonel's problem is

with your
nicotine-addicted client?

I think you just hit the
nail on the head, sir.

Do you have a second, ma'am?

Sure.

Is that for the
admiral's wedding?

He and Meredith
asked me to help plan it.

Wow, they must think
a lot of you, Jennifer,

to trust you with their wedding.

It doesn't feel that way, ma'am.

They're both becoming
very... uncooperative.

Well, most men

don't get excited about
flowers and place cards.

And most women are
afraid to force the issue.

That is why it's up to
you to drag the admiral,

kicking and
screaming if necessary,

into the kind of connubial
bliss that Meredith wants,

but is afraid to ask for.

Just another skirmish in the
battle of the sexes, ma'am?

It's for his own good.

Married men live longer.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Grace Aviation.

Hey, Mattie.

Harm, I tried to call you.

Your secretary said you
were out of the country.

Yeah, I was on a
ship all weekend,

and I don't have a secretary.

That was Petty Officer Coates.

Where were you?

In the Med.

The Mediterranean Sea.

Bet that's nice.

What's wrong?

Just... you live a
pretty fast life, Harm.

Won't being my guardian
sort of slow you down?

Well, maybe I'm
ready to slow down.

This court thing is
sure taking a long time.

You're not...

Changing my mind? No.

And, look, Mattie, if
we're going to be a family,

you're going to have
to stop doubting me.

A little faith, huh?

Mikey! Yo!

Got in late last night?

Since when are
you the den mother?

Since never.

Just don't see you much anymore.

Bro, I had a 6:00
a.m. drill this morning,

and you were asleep when I left.

Besides, I know you're not
waiting up worrying about me.

You been seeing Cassie?

Yeah, yeah. Seen her
about three times now.

I guess I haven't
had time to tell you.

Look, she's only
18; she's still a kid.

You set us up.

Just for the dance.

I didn't expect you guys
to go behind my back and...

Behind your back? Hold up.

Are you asking me
to dump your sister?

If you were my friend,

you wouldn't have gotten
this involved with her

in the first place.

Kev. Kev.

MacKENZIE: Article
92 of the UCMJ

provides that a person
is derelict in his duties

when he willfully or negligently
fails to perform a duty

imposed by standard
operating procedure.

Now, I don't believe
that even the defense

will dispute that
Petty Officer Yates

willfully and knowingly violated

standard operating procedure

when he left his
appointed place of duty

during radar repairs
to smoke a cigarette.

Evidence will establish the
accused dereliction of duty.

The UCMJ further
defines manslaughter

as a death that results

from an act or
omission by the accused

which constitutes
culpable negligence.

The government will
show that when the accused

abandoned his station
for personal reasons,

his culpable negligence
was a direct cause

of a shipmate's death,
and that Petty Officer Yates

should also be found guilty
of involuntary manslaughter.

There's no gum in the courtroom.

Swallow it.

The CDC and at least a
dozen research scientists

have issued
statements to the effect

that nicotine is more addictive
than cocaine or heroin.

Every year in this country,
defendants are found not guilty,

or are convicted
of lesser crimes,

based on their having been
under the influence of narcotics

at the time their
offenses were committed.

Additionally, mental
defect or disease

is considered an
extenuating circumstance

of virtually every jurisdiction.

Addiction is
informally recognized

by the medical
community as a disease.

It is the defense's contention

that Petty Officer Yates

exhibited a lack of
mental responsibility

at the time of his actions

based on an uncontrollable
addiction to nicotine,

and should therefore not
be held criminally responsible

for the fatal accident
aboard the USS Gillcrist.

Thanks for driving down here.

Oh, you don't think
I came all this way

just to see you, do you?

But, um, actually, I was
hoping to speak with Kevin.

He's been really strange with
me on the phone, you know?

Like, remote.

So, I'm just going
to wait here until

he gets out of class.

I think something's bugging him.

Yeah, we're bugging him, Cassie.

He told you that?

I thought he wanted
me to be happy.

Happy on his terms.

You know, if I had
someone as special as you,

I don't know, maybe
I'd feel the same way.

You really think I'm special?

I think you already know that.

Hey, hey, hey!

I knew this was going to happen.

I left you a note.

I got your note. Kev...

Hey, this is family
business, okay? My family.

Yeah, and I'm part of
this family too, Kevin.

And I'm old enough to
make my own decisions.

And you know what?

If you don't lighten up
on this big brother crap,

you're gonna have to
find yourself another sister,

because I'm over it.

Cassie.

Cassie!

Where you going?!

You know, she's grown, Kev.

You just leave her alone.

She's trying to make
something of herself.

She can't afford to
be getting involved.

Getting involved, or
getting involved with me?

Have it any way you want.

Oh, go ahead... say it.

I'm not good enough
for your sister.

I don't plan to go to law
school or medical school.

I'm just a career sailor

who's going to drag her
from one base to the next.

Go ahead, Kevin, say it.

Don't have to say it.

MacKENZIE: Petty Officer Atwood,

how often did
Petty Officer Yates

use maintenance and test periods

as a chance to take
a cigarette break?

More often than not, ma'am.

Petty Officer Atwood,

did you ever know
someone with a bad habit?

I guess I'm what they
call a chocoholic, ma'am.

Do you eat chocolate when
you're supposed to be working?

No, ma'am, they don't allow
food in with the equipment.

But as a chocoholic,
by definition,

you are addicted to chocolate.

Your Honor...

It's a means to a
permissible end, Your Honor.

Get me there soon, Counselor.

Well, just as Petty
Officer Atwood

controls his desire for a
candy bar while on the job,

an alcoholic can decide
not to take a drink.

It is possible to
deny one's addictions

for the greater good.

Petty Officer Yates

abdicated
responsibility willingly.

He decided

to leave his workstation
to cater to his desires.

He is therefore
culpable for his actions,

nicotine addiction or not.

Would you agree,

Petty Officer?

Aside from counsel testifying,

the witness is not a
substance abuse expert.

I'm not asking for
an expert opinion.

A drunk drinks
to self-medicate...

Victim or perpetrator?

Victim, until that same drunk
gets behind the wheel of a car

and kills someone. Counsel.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

There's nothing more annoying

than a reformed addict.

How dare you.

Both counselors...
a sidebar now.

Your Honor, the defense
is goading the witness.

Sounded to me like defense
was goading prosecuting counsel.

You think you can
use my alcoholism

as a sympathy bid for
your chain-smoking client?

Addiction is a disease, Colonel.

Addiction can be controlled.

Mind over matter.

Guard, get an ambulance.

Right away, sir.

Did he complain
about not feeling well?

Well, he looked sick,

but I thought it
was pre-court jitters.

Nicotine patches.

Looks like your
addict just OD'd.

Hey, Petty Officer
Yates is recovering

from his nicotine overdose.

Your client is still using his
drug of choice, Commander.

If he wants to impress
me, he can quit cold turkey.

Oh.

Like you did... twice?

You can't understand

unless this thing
has a hold of you, sir.

I would panic if
I couldn't smoke.

Um, my pulse would race,

and my hands would shake.

I needed it like
I needed air, sir.

Your witness.

Petty Officer Yates,

how many cigarettes
have you had today?

None, ma'am.

Um, I've actually quit.

Uh, no patches, no gum.

I've learned my lesson.

And if I'm going
to quit this thing,

I have to find the
strength within myself,

without relying on substitutes.

Ah, so you can
control your addiction

when you choose to.

Like when you're standing
trial in a smoke-free facility.

It is strange how you can
conquer this demon of yours

when it's your
freedom on the line,

not just another sailor's life.

Argumentative.

Sustained.

Tell me about what happened

just before you
abandoned your workstation

on the day Seaman Duncan died.

Um, I remember sitting
there, and I was thinking

that I have to get through this.

Petty Officer Atwood
was already on my case

for taking too many breaks.

So, you decided to
show up for work, huh?

What do you think,
you're a teamster, Yates?

You didn't think

Petty Office Atwood was
justified in this complaints?

You don't understand, ma'am.

It wasn't just the smoking.

It was something else.

You and Petty Officer
Atwood didn't get along.

You want to tell me why?

It was the
fraternization, ma'am.

Hey, Anna.

Hey, Miles.

Are you okay?

Mm...

It was no big deal.

It was just a fling.

We ended it right
away, stayed friends.

But Petty Officer Atwood
was just hard on me after that.

I just can't do it.

I'm sorry, Anna.

Yates?

Come on, Farrier.

We're trying to do a job here.

He was such a
stickler for the rules.

He wouldn't stop glaring at me.

I just...

I needed a cigarette.

Petty Officer Farrier is the
one who initiated the radar test

that killed Seaman Duncan.

Yes, that's right, ma'am.

Where are you going?

Requested room reassignment.

Just want to be ready
when I get approval.

Kevin, this is stupid.

It's not worth
losing a friend over.

You know, you're
not the first person

to tell me it's not easy

to have a personal life
when you're in school.

My brother gave me the
same lecture you gave Cassie.

You know what I figure?

Two guys I respect
can't both be wrong.

Just shut up, okay?

I blew it with Cassie.

I shouldn't have
said those things

to you or her.

Hey, you just want
what's best for her. So do I.

Then try and make her happy.

I can't.

'Cause I took you at your word,
and I broke it off with Cassie.

And now she's mad at both of us.

Are you following me, Coates?

Just a little, sir.

Hoping for some insight.

I'm planning the
admiral's wedding.

Well, that's a
losing proposition.

I'm finding that, sir.

They don't agree on things,

and they're shooting
the messenger.

Let me tell you
something, Petty Officer.

Someday, some guy is going
to fall madly in love with you,

buy you a ring, and
ask you to marry him.

I hope so, sir.

You'll spend the equivalent

of a down payment
on a house on a party

that your friends will
all go to out of obligation.

You'll wake up the next
morning with 15 toasters,

a champagne hangover.

You'll look at the lump next
to you in bed, and you'll go,

"Oh my God, I could
have bought a house

"for the amount of
money I spent to tie myself

to this for the
rest of my life."

Have your relationships
been going badly, sir?

The mysterious
Miss Grace, perhaps?

I know it's none of my business,

but she sounds so young.

You'll get the same
caveat about marriage

from Colonel MacKenzie.

Actually, sir,

the colonel seemed very
sentimental about matrimony.

Really?

Hmm. How unlike her.

Maybe she met someone
who changed her mind.

Excuse me, sir.

I, uh, I decided, for once,

I'd give your client
the benefit of the doubt.

Did a little follow-up on
Petty Officer Anna Farrier.

Never mind that she
started the test early.

She wasn't even
supposed to be on duty

at the time of the accident.

Now, I wonder what
she would say about

Petty Officer Yates'
assertion that, uh,

their relationship
was no big deal.

A woman scorned
is a force of nature.

You ought to know.

Oh yeah, yeah.

You can work side by side
with someone every day,

and still not know

what they're thinking.

Hmm. I could say
the same of you.

That jab in there
was below the belt.

You're right,
and, uh, I'm sorry.

Truce?

Yeah.

What was the nature
of your relationship

with Petty Officer Yates?

We were coworkers, sir.

Beyond that?

There was nothing beyond that.

You are under oath,
Petty Officer Farrier.

Petty Officer Yates
and I had dated

while on the Gillcrist, sir.

Against regulations.

What are your career
plans, Petty Officer Farrier?

I hope to continue my
education after the Navy, sir.

Study electrical engineering.

That's a lot to put on
the line for a fling, isn't it?

A fling, sir?

Your relationship with
Petty Officer Yates.

I mean, you both knew you'd
be disciplined if you were caught,

but you were
willing to risk it all

for a meaningless fling.

Commander...

A romp, a grope, a few quick...

Stop it!

Sir.

It was more than that to you,

wasn't it, Petty
Officer Farrier?

It was everything to me, sir.

But Petty Officer Yates didn't
share those feelings, did he?

No.

What were you doing in the CIC

at the time of the incident?

I told you, sir.

I was trying to get
things out of the way.

You were angry. You felt used.

You knew Petty Officer
Yates would be there.

You knew there'd
be an opportunity

to discredit him by
removing the tagout sheet.

I was there because
I wanted to see him.

Just to see him,

not to sabotage the repairs.

You'd removed a sheet before.

Unfortunately,

the only one who noticed
was Petty Officer Atwood.

Desperate for others to know,

you thought you'd
turn the radar on.

Maybe you didn't even know

that Seaman Duncan would
be on the aft mast at the time.

You were just so determined
to get even with the man

who had broken your heart.

It's not true.

I didn't do it.

Then, who did?

Who else has motive to want

to have Petty Officer Yates
removed from the Gillcrist?

One tagout sheet missing

is an accident.

Two sounds to me
like deliberate sabotage,

and the only one who has
motive, Petty Officer Farrier, is you.

It started out as a
friendship sort of thing.

I would cry my eyes out
about Miles, and he'd listen.

Then it started getting scary.

He would follow me.

He was watching me all the time.

Who are you talking about?

You asked me who I
thought would have a reason

to want to get rid of
Miles, and it wasn't me,

because I still loved him.

It was Petty
Officer Atwood, sir.

He thought that if
it weren't for Miles,

that maybe he and I would...

He didn't mean to kill anyone.

How do you know that?

Because when I was called
to stand witness, he told me.

And then he threatened
to hurt me if I told the truth.

Midshipman Roberts!

I've got a surprise for you.

I bought the dress
before you dumped me.

I didn't...

You look...

You look... amazing.

The dance doesn't start

for another three
hours, so I figured

you two might want
to get some dinner first.

You're not angry?

Kevin explained to me
that, uh, he's the one

that I should be angry with.

And for whatever reason,
she's decided to forgive me.

Well, I can have my dress
uniform on in 15 minutes.

Okay. Well, look,
it's-it's just a dance.

It doesn't mean
that we're an item.

We're students first.

Then, uh,

we should just... take it slow.

Right. The slower,
the-the better.

For all of us.

Ah, come here. Aw...

We need to talk, A.J.

And-And I'd like
you to stay, too.

I don't want it, A.J.

I don't want a big wedding.

Um, you don't?

I-I thought I didn't.

What? But-But you're the one

who's been picking
out antebellum dresses

and French restaurants.

Well, I thought that's
what you wanted.

Me?

I... I was so honored, sir,

when you asked me
to plan your wedding,

I guess I just got carried away.

Well, Meredith and I want
this to be our wedding...

A few close friends.

Close friends. I know.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I just... I want
it to be perfect.

Oh, and it will be, Jennifer.

Yes, ma'am.

Better go tell the caterer

we won't be feeding...

200. Gotcha. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, you know,
there's something else

I wanted to talk
to you about, A.J.,

now that you've mentioned it.

It's-It's not about
the-the honeymoon, is it?

No. Mm-mm.

The Drama Department
at the University of Bologna

is doing a student-produced
series of the Italian plays,

and I have been
invited to attend.

Well, that's great. When?

It's over Christmas.

I-I know we talked
about this being the first

Christmas together as a...

as a betrothed couple.

You know, there's

no way I can get
away to go with you.

I know, which is
why I'm asking you

to give me your
blessing to go by myself.

Well, you don't
need my permission.

I know that, too.

But maybe I...

I want it.

Sweetie?

I just got off the phone

with the Marine
liaison in Baghdad.

He says, based
on concert grosses,

the show we're putting together
would be worth over $700 a seat

if it were a civilian gig.

Did you just say "gig"?

And then he asked
me to call his wife

and tell her how
much he misses her.

All he wants to do is
be home with his family.

I feel the same way, honey.

So do I, Bud.

Get your coat.

Let's go home.

Your retrial cases
can wait till tomorrow.

Petty Officer Atwood confessed

to sabotaging the tagout sheet.

I've preferred charges.

He's being moved
to DC to await trial.

Hmm. Well, this whole court
case pretty much proves your point,

doesn't it?

Well, about how
badly things turn out

when coworkers cross the line.

Uh, it wouldn't have happened

if they'd just
stayed good friends.

Well, hey, good friend,

what do you say to a,
uh, platonic bowl of pasta?

I'd love to, but I'm...

I'm having dinner with Clay.

Hey, there.

You coming?

I'll get the next one.

No, uh, you couldn't have
called at a better time, actually.