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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!

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Clear the starboard section...

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.

...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.

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

"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... ( sighs )

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.

Coeds 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 got 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.

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
with my homework.

Are you having trouble
keeping up with your studies?

I was kidding.

Good, just 'cause it's tough,

keeping up your grades,
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 toetry
all these old cases,

and no matter how much
you might want it,

you can't have it all, Mikey.

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 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 slacke sir.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe he knew something like
this was bound to happen.

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 aagout 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 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 Tim
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
going 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.

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, down deep,
that's not what he really wants

anyway.

There he is.

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

torought 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 won'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.

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

Honeymoon insurance?

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

in that department.

Sir, you really
should consider it.

You know,
I-I love Meredith,

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

That will 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 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, got in late last night?

Since when are you
the den mother?

Since never.

Just don't see you much anymore.

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.

Article 92 of the UCMJ

provides that a person
is derelict in his duties

when he willfull for negligently
fails to perform a duty

imposed by
standard operating procedure.

Now, I don't believe

even the defense
will dispute that
Petty ficer 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 at 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.

Addictn
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 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,

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.

Got your note.
Kev...

Hey, this
is family business, okay?

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

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

If you don't lighten up
on this Big Brother crap,

you'll 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.

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 it 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.

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 work station
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-hmm.

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 MisGrace,
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.

I did a little follow-up
on Petty Officernna 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?

Yeah, your relationship
with Petty Officer Yates.

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 befo.

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.

Ll, 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.

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.

You know, 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 Italy.

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

No. Uh-uh.

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.

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 with

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.

Am I bothering you?

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

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