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[laughing]
Come on.

Oh, I don't know
what to get you, Mic.

That's because I'm a man
who has everything.

-[Santa laughing]
-Hey, Santa.

Happy Christmas.

-[Santa] Merry Christmas.
-Hey, look, it's you.

[Mic] Blimey, it's
a bloody country squire.

That's what you're
going to look like

after a few years at
Ryan, Price & Segal.

Only if you'll be
my country wife.

Isn't this one darling?

It also comes in eggplant,
ivory and fuchsia.

I don't think so.
It's for my daughter.

Leopard.

Casual, but chic.

It's perfect for parties.

Or hunting antelope
on the savanna.

[Renee]
Renee knows
if you've been naughty or nice.

Yes, and which does she prefer?

Oh, if you don't know
by now, sailor...

You know, is my brother
going to like this?

Yeah, keep the chill out of
those foxholes in Chechnya.

Do they still have foxholes?

[chuckles wryly]

I should get him a Kevlar vest.

It can't end like this.

[theme music playing]

She gave you a phony address,
Tiner...

and her phone's listed
under a man's name.

Maybe it's her brother.

[Galindez] Two divorces, a name
change and a bankruptcy.

[Tiner] But she seemed like
the girl next door.

-[Galindez] Commander, Colonel.
-What is this, Gunny?

I'm just teaching Tiner
how to use Compu Spy, sir.

Isn't that supposed
to be used

to track down U.A. personnel,
Gunny?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

It's a multiple-task software.

Oh, man.

-[knocking at door]
-Enter.

Have a seat.
Colonel, status report

on Yokosuka, Japan?

Well, the sailors that want
their Christmas Mass in Latin

have filed suit.

English is good enough
for the Pope.

Tell, uh, Lieutenant Singer
to dispose of it

without a junket to Japan.

Commander, are
you familiar

with the Joint Strike
Fighter project?

Oh, the X-35-Alpha.

They're testing the engine full
afterburner next week, sir.

No, Commander,
you won't be flying it.

You'll be vetting the
procurement contracts.

Thank you, sir.

[Chegwidden]
What's going on with
the, uh, petty officer

who can't seem to keep
her uniform on?

[MacKenzie]
Yeoman Second Class,
Gloria Booth, sir.

She denies having posed nude.

Really?

You'll notice
she's wearing

a gold chain
around her waist, sir.

Oh, oh, uh-huh.

Well, um, take
care of it.

If it goes to
court-martial

Lieutenant Roberts can defend.

Where is Lieutenant Roberts?

I know what happened.
I want to know why.

It was a difficult delivery.

The umbilical
cord prolapsed.

The baby wasn't
getting oxygen.

And when Dr. Gettis didn't
respond to your page

you called Dr. Chadway.

That happens sometimes.

What happens?

Your doctor
just disappears?

Are you cross-examining me,
Lieutenant Roberts?

Are you trying to make excuses
for Dr. Gettis?

I'm very sorry
about what happened

and I'm no fan
of Dr. Gettis--

He's arrogant, and
cocky and made sure
everybody knew

how much money
he'd be making in
private practice--

but the truth is,
he's a good doctor.

Lieutenant, somebody
did something wrong.

Was it Dr. Gettis?

I'll have to speak
to the Chief Nurse

before answering
any more questions.

-[knocking at door]
-[Roberts] Harriet?

Come in,
Lieutenant.

Bud, Dr. Chadway
found something.

[Chadway]
A uterine leiomyoma

or, in layman's terms,
a fibroid tumor.

Is it dangerous?

Uh, there's nothing
to worry about.

We can shrink it
with medication.

Doctor, could this have had
anything to do

-with us losing the baby?
-Could it? Um, yes.

It could have blocked the
baby's head from coming down

the birth canal,
so the head

pinched the cord
against the pelvic bone.

Dr. Gettis never said anything
about a tumor.

Well, there's no
mention in his notes

but it's right here on
the ultrasound he took.

All I see is our baby.

[Chadway]
The leiomyoma

is not well-defined,
but, uh, here...

about the size of a tennis ball.

If Dr. Gettis
had seen that,

should he have done
anything differently?

That's not for me to say.

[Roberts]
Doctor, please.

We lost our baby.

He could have done
a myomectomy-- removing it--

or at least prepared
for a C-section.

Should he have left
the delivery room?

I wouldn't have.

Honey, what's this?

Oh, supplier chain
management contracts

for JSF procurement.

-Silly me, I should have known.
-Joint Strike Fighter.

See, the Pentagon feels
if they build one aircraft

for all the services,
they save billions.

If it flies.

Yeah, well...
that's not my job.

I'm reviewing SURGE contracts
at the moment--

Supplier Utilization Through
Responsive Group Enterprises.

Sounds...

Boring?

-Nah!
-A little dry.

Ooh, don't burn
the veggies.

-Yes.
-[knocking at door]

I'll get it.
You keep stirring.

-Hello, Renee.
-Clayton!

Hey, if Harm
saves the Pentagon

a billion dollars,
can we split it three ways?

Hello, Harm.

Hey, Mr. Webb.
You hungry?

A little broccoli
tofu stir-fry.

And I always thought
pilots ate raw meat.

Ha-ha.

Homemade garlic ginger
chutney, noodles...

-I'm not that brave.
-What's up?

You know, we've been keeping
an eye on your brother

with some help from our contacts
in the Caucasus.

What's happening?

He was flying a recon
mission near Gekhi-Chu

and made an emergency
landing in the mountains.

The Russians recovered the helo,
but no sign of Sergei.

-He's MIA?
-They're still looking for him.

We're calling in favors
to make it top priority.

But he's in
Chechen territory.

-Oh, Harm.
-Not again.

I don't know, Bud.
You love the Navy.

I don't know how
you can even think
about suing. It's...

There's no other way,
sweetie.

Harriet...

Mic, hi.

I'm so sorry
about the baby.

Thanks, Mic.
I got your note.

It was very sweet.
Thank you.

Bud... so why so mysterious
on the phone?

We need representation.

Maybe
we need representation.

Okay, so what
is it, Bud?

Federal Tort Claims case.

Suing your Uncle Sam?
What for?

Harriet's delivery
at Bethesda.

Navy hospital
and Navy doctors.

There'll be an immunity issue
under the
Feres
doctrine.

Maybe a good lawyer could find
a way around that.

See, I'm
convinced

Dr. Gettis is guilty
of malpractice.

He was so anxious
to get into private practice

that his treatment was
really slipshod.

Dr. Lawrence Gettis?

-You know him?
-Bud, stop.

[Roberts] I know it
sounds tough

but I've already filed
the Notice of Claim.

Not another word, Bud.

Oh, no.

What is it?

[Roberts] Mic is representing
Dr. Gettis.

Well, you can't be.

The firm wrote
his partnership agreement.

When he heard a
patient's husband
was asking questions

at Bethesda... he alerted us
to a possible litigation.

Because he knew
that he had screwed up.

Bud, you're a lawyer.

Innocent people hire us
all the time.

-But, Mic...
-He didn't give us
any names, Harriet.

I had no idea it was you.

And now that you do?

[MacKenzie]
Petty Officer Booth wants

to be court-martialed, sir.

Apparently, it increases
her opportunities.

Opportunities for what?
Hard labor?

Modeling, acting...
endorsements.

If she's kicked
out of the Navy

for posing nude,
the publicity helps her.

Hmm...

Well, in that case, do
you have any suggestions

for keeping her in the
Navy, preferably clothed?

February transfer
to Iceland, sir?

-[knocking at door]
-Sorry I'm late, sir, ma'am.

[Chegwidden] Have a seat,
Lieutenant.

That will be
all, Colonel.

Sir.

Heard from the Navy
Surgeon General.

He got your, uh...

Notice of Claim for
Commander Gettis's
alleged malpractice.

He's going to deny it.

Which gives me the right to sue
under the Tort Claims Act, sir.

Lieutenant, the doctor was
active-duty military

at the time of delivery

which puts you squarely
in the
Feres
doctrine.

Your lawsuit will be dismissed
without a trial.

I've done some research, sir.

We may have a derivative claim
for the baby.

Lieutenant, um...

it's-it's natural to
want to blame someone

when a-a
tragedy
like this happens.

No, all I want
is justice, sir.

Bud, look at me.

For your sake
and Harriet's...

for your mental
well-being...

for dozens of reasons,
let this go.

You can't win.

All right, sir.

I won't sue...

but I will file criminal charges
against Commander Gettis

for dereliction of duty,
and I will win, sir.

Mic, you just missed me
extracting the FTC

from Charlie
Conklin's backside.

The price-fixing case.

Whose side are you on?

We call it
"free enterprise."

-You have a hearing?
-No, I just came by to talk.

-Me, too.
-Damn fortuitous to have you
here to handle the Gettis case.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, and a pretty
strange legal system

where medical malpractice
is potentially a felony.
I don't get it.

In the military,
negligence can be
dereliction of duty.

Is that so?
You going to be able

to blow the investigation
out of the water?

Larry...

the woman who lost her
baby, and her husband...

they're friends of mine.

Well, good.

You'll know their weaknesses.

I want off the case.

Mic...
we hired you

because you don't
wet your drawers

when you walk
into a courtroom.

You and I are
the only stud trial lawyers

-in the stable.
-No, I can't do it, mate.

This isn't
government work, Mic.

In private practice,
we eat what we kill.

You want to eat, don't you?

I want to be able to look
at myself in the mirror.

If you want to work in my firm,
you'll defend Dr. Gettis.

I'll have my things
out of the office in an hour.

Lieutenant Roberts's
"Report of Criminal Offenses"

went to Bethesda which booted
it over here for investigation

along with a note from
Surgeon General Simmons

"AJ, there must not
be enough work coming
from the fleet

if your staff has to
create its own cases."

He shouldn't
prejudge it, sir.

If I had the discretion
to toss this out

I damn sure would, but under
the law, I don't.

Colonel, you'll handle
the Rule 2-0-3 investigation
of Commander Gettis...

Yes, sir.

...and, Lieutenant...

you will stay
the hell out of it.

Aye, sir.

Dismissed.

[both] Aye-aye, sir.

Colonel, I've done
some research.

Dr. Gettis did
his residency

at Jackson Memorial
in Miami.

You can subpoena
his records.

Bud, didn't you
hear the Admiral?

It's just a
suggestion, ma'am.

You can't be objective

and you could taint
the investigation.

Sorry, ma'am...
but I have done

a timeline
of the delivery.

Bud, not another word.

Tiner, is the Admiral still in?

Yes, sir, but he was just...
Leaving.

-[Rabb] Sir, I have a request.
-Commander...

I've talked to Webb

who's been on the line
with his FSB friends in Grozny.

SECNAV's in touch
with his counterpart in Moscow.

Everything
is being done
to find your brother.

I understand that, sir,
but he's still missing

and I have 22 days leave
accumulated, sir.

I'd like to take
that time now.

-It's not a good idea,
Commander.
-Sir, I've been to Chechnya.

I know the Russian
flag
officers.

And they know you.
You run into the friends
of General Kurlov,

Sergei won't be
the only one MIA.

This is important to me.
Look, I was too young to do
anything about my father

but I can maybe help here.

Commander, you don't speak
the language.

You have no authority,
no support.

Hell, you're going
to be caught

between a bloodthirsty army
on one side

and cutthroat guerrillas
on the other.

This is my brother, Admiral.

I-I-I must be losing my grip.

First, it's Lieutenant Roberts;
now, it's you.

We have commitments
to our family, sir.

And to the chain of command.

Leave request denied.

Permission to travel
to Chechnya, denied.

Uh, Gunny, what's a...
sesquipedalian?

Uh, someone from
Sesquipedalia?

Somebody who uses big words.

-Thank you, sir.
-What are you doing, Tiner?

Checking up
on my Administration
of Justice professor.

Look... he drives an SUV

his birthday is December 20,
and he is a member

-of the Sesquipedalian Society.
-You're
cyber-stalking?

I'm building a file so I can
establish common ground, sir.

[Roberts]
Why don't you
just try studying?

Yes,
sir,
but isn't it good tactics

to have a secondary battle plan?

Do you know of any other
really big words I could use?

Well, yeah, sure.

How about... "misdemeanor"?

Tiner, you can't use

government property
for personal use.

-Tiner, give me
back my computer.
-Sorry, Gunny.

Lieutenant.

-So, Gunny?
-Sir.

What else can this thing do?

Oh...

[keys clacking]

Have I told you how
proud I am of you?

I'm not going
to sell out my friends

to become a country squire.

Oh, but you would
have looked so good
in that ascot.

-[chuckles]
-What are you in the mood for?

Chinese? Italian?

Australian.

[moaning softly]

Are we violating
a local ordinance, Officer?

Harm, what are
you doing here?

I was going to try and catch you
before you went out

but I-I'll get you another time.

No worries, mate.

Join us for dinner,
please.

You sure?

Yeah, if you
don't mind buying.

[laughing]
Mic quit his job today.

[Brumby]
I like to pack it in
every once in a while...

start all over.

He refused to defend
Harriet's doctor.

Well, good on you, mate.

Jobs are easier to find
than friends.

Any news
about your brother?

Aah... nothing new.

Tell me something, Mic--

was it hard leaving the Navy?

It wasn't easy.

Harm, you're not thinking
about resigning your commission.

[MacKenzie]
Dr. Gettis,
you apparently failed

to diagnose Lieutenant
Sims' fibroid tumor?

There was no way
to diagnose it

on that old
Navy equipment.

Half the time, you couldn't tell
a fetus from a football.

My new office has
21st Century equipment.

It's got three-dimensional
color picturing

-it's got digital readouts...
-You also failed

to diagnose the tumor
in your physical examinations.

I couldn't palpate it
with the baby there

and the tumor wasn't
visible on a pelvic exam.

Well, then there's the issue
of your delay in reaching
the delivery room

when the umbilical cord
prolapsed.

[lawyer] Colonel,
Dr. Gettis agreed

to answer
your questions

because he has
nothing to hide.

This is sounding
like a witch hunt.

I'm still waiting for an answer

on my last question.

I was checking on other patients

and then I grabbed some coffee
in the doctors' lounge.

I'd had a 14-hour day.

Then you never
left the hospital?

That's right.

Why'd it take so long
to get to the delivery room?

A dead battery in my beeper.

I didn't know
they were paging me

until I heard the loudspeaker.

I am...

I am sorry about the baby...

but I didn't do anything wrong.

Would you do
anything differently

if you could do it over again?

Yeah.
Stay the hell out of the Navy.

Maybe that would have been
better for all concerned.

Colonel... that's uncalled for.

-Is it?
-What do you have here?

Maybe an error in judgment?

I mean, face it,
this isn't a criminal case.

Lieutenant, I have
that research you wanted.

Thank you, Gunny.

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

-How did it go, ma'am?
-Inconclusive.

Well, ma'am,
I think there's something

about Dr. Gettis
you're going to want to see.

Bud, I told you
to stay out of it.
The
Admiral
told you.

Do you need
the President
to tell you?

-Gunny found something, ma'am.
-Gunny?

Don't blame Gunny.
I twisted his arm.

Well, I may break his leg.

He used the Compu Spy software,
ma'am.

Dr. Gettis bought himself
a new Porsche.

Who cares?

Talk to the salesman, ma'am,
and
you
will.

[sighs]

[woman]
Yes, Mrs. Jones

you're confirmed
for Tuesday, the 14th.

Okay.

Okay. Thanks.

Good morning, doctors' office.

I'll have the fertility nurse
get back to you, Mrs. Sachs.

Okay.

Hi, where's Dr. Gettis?

Do you have an appointment?

-Uh, no, where is he?
-With a patient.

If you tell me
what this is regarding...

[Gettis] Just watch your diet,
Mrs. Forrestal

and everything
will be just fine.

Okay? See you next week.

-[MacKenzie] Commander Gettis.
-Dr.
Gettis.

As a Lieutenant Commander
in the Naval Reserve

you're still subject
to the Uniform Code
of Military Justice

for crimes committed
on active duty.

I don't believe this.

Lieutenant Commander
Lawrence Gettis

you're charged with
Dereliction of Duty

for your treatment
of Harriet Sims

and Obstruction of Justice
for making false statements

in a Rule 2-0-3
investigation.

-What false statements?
-You said you never
left the hospital

but your new Porsche
was delivered

the day Harriet Sims gave birth

and while her
baby was dying

you were taking a test-drive.

Maybe we can get
on top of that.

Oh, I didn't know
this was a double date.

I'm sorry.
Clay took me over to NSA

to listen to communication
intercepts from Chechnya.

-Anything?
-Nothing good.

Well, you know,
the Russians bombed a village,

killed some Chechens.

Chechens ambushed a convoy,
killed some Russians...

Harm, Sergei has
Rabb genes, all right?

-He's a survivor.
-I've got Rabb genes, too

and I'm supposed
to just sit here

and peruse contracts
about wing nuts and widgets?

We do have people
in Grozny.

We're sending them
into the field.

Yeah, but how motivated
are they really?

-I mean, do they give a damn?
-Harm, what do you want to do?

Disobey a direct order
from your Commanding Officer?

I may not have to...

if I resign my commission.

[cell phone rings]

Yes?

Uh-huh.

Tomorrow?

Great.

The
Washington Post
is going to run a story

that the son of Lieutenant
Harmon Rabb, Senior--

an American POW from Vietnam--
is a Russian soldier

-missing in Chechnya.
-What?

Harm, it may
not hurt.

If the Chechens have him

-they may take
better care of him.
-Harm...

Maybe I can catch
the last flight to San Diego.

San Diego?

I never told my mother
about Sergei.

She reads the
Post.

As for evidentiary stipulation,
can I have your assurance

that Lieutenant Sims
won't cry on the witness stand?

And how do you suggest
I prevent that?

If you can't,
I'll fill a motion
in limine

to prevent any untoward
displays of emotion.

What about counsel, Mr. Kaliski?

Am I allowed
to display anger?

This doesn't have
to be difficult, Colonel.

It won't be... unless you
overreach, counselor.

I should be in there.

Bud, don't.

That Kaliski is a
real smooth operator.

He's going to have
Colonel MacKenzie

stipulate her
whole case away.

Bud!

-[Kaliski] This will be
interesting, Colonel.
-Colonel?

I'd appreciate it if you ran
any pretrial agreements by me.

[chuckling]
What's the matter, Lieutenant?

Don't you trust
Colonel MacKenzie?

With my life.

It's a money-grubbing,
shyster lawyer

that I'm worried about.

Lieutenant, that's enough.

Highly unprofessional.

I could have you sanctioned.

-So gutless.
-Bud!

Why don't we just
step outside?

Counsel,
would you excuse us?

Gladly.

Lieutenant Roberts,

your conduct
makes me wonder

whether you have
the discipline

-to be a Naval Officer.
-I'm sorry, ma'am, I--

No "buts."
No excuses.

Your fit-rep is due
in three weeks.

What do you
think you deserve

on "judgment" and
"military bearing"?

I don't know, ma'am.

A number lower than one
would be too high.

You are
this
close
to destroying

a once-promising career.

Now, get out of this office

and don't return unless
it's for Navy business

and not your own
personal vendetta.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

[sighs]

[woman]
I wish you'd tell me
you were coming, Harm.

Frank would love to see you.

[Rabb]
Oh, give him my best, huh?

And I'd like to know
why you're here.

Well, a son can't
visit his mom?

Sure, but you seldom do.

Do you think about
Dad much, Mom?

Sure, I do.

Whenever I look at you

I know some part of him
is still alive.

When Dad escaped the POW camp
in Siberia, Mom,

you know, he was taken in
by a woman and-and her brother?

Yeah, you told me.

He went to work on that farm
and was killed

saving her from drunk soldiers.

So like your father.

The woman, uh, Pitchta...

When Dad died...

she was carrying his baby.

She gave birth
to a son--

Sergei.

I met him when I was
in Chechnya.

I have a
half brother.

[MacKenzie]
Before coming to Bethesda

did you have any special
training, Dr. Cannon?

I was chief resident in
radiology at Mass General

where I also trained
in obstetrics.

I completed a
fellowship program

in maternal-fetal
medicine at Johns Hopkins

where I had
advanced training

in serial ultrasonography.

Have you had an opportunity
to examine the ultrasound

taken of Lieutenant Harriet Sims
by Commander Gettis?

I have. It shows an apparently
healthy female fetus

of about 24 weeks

and what would appear
to be a rather sizeable

fibroid tumor on the
wall of the uterus.

Is there any mention
of the tumor

in Commander Gettis's
office notes?

No. He apparently
didn't see it.

Objection,
as to what Dr. Gettis saw.

Outside scope

-of witness's knowledge.
-Sustained.

Commander, what is
the hospital protocol

for examining ultrasounds
of pregnant patients?

The OB-GYNs review
their own patients' ultrasounds

in early pregnancy.

After four months

if the patient
complains of pain

as Lieutenant Sims did

the protocol calls for
a radiologist or a specialist

in maternal-fetal
medicine to be
consulted.

Did Commander Gettis
follow this protocol?

He did not.

Your witness.

Commander Cannon,
you're not board certified

in maternal-fetal medicine
or radiology, are you?

-I haven't taken my boards yet.
-But you're convinced

that you're better
at reading ultrasounds

than Commander Gettis?

All I'm saying is
I've had more training.

And he did miss the
tumor, didn't he?

I'll ask the questions,
if that's all right.

Isn't it true
that you were told

Lieutenant Sims
had a tumor

before you examined
her ultrasound?

Yes.
Dr. Chadway informed me
of his examination.

So, having been told
that a tumor existed

you proceeded to find it?

-If that's the way you
want to put it, yes.
-Thank you.

[Rabb's Mother]
I don't know who
to be angry at.

I was trying
to protect you, Ma.

Protect me?

You were trying
to protect your father.

I was born a little
late for that, I think.

Seems like a lot of people
were born too damn late.

You know, he knew he'd
never get out of Russia.

He had no hope of
seeing you again.

Look, I'm not angry with him
about that woman.

I'm angry with him
for not coming home.

I'm angry with him
for my lonely heart.

I'm angry with him
for missing so much,

for missing you.

And you
should
have
told me.

I know.

Tell me about
your brother.

Well, he's a decent kid.

He's brave, strong
sense of duty...

What does he look like?

Does he have
his
eyes?

He's got his smile.

[sighs]

What, you going to try
and find him, too?

The Admiral's ordered
me not to go to Chechnya.

I must thank that man.

[Kaliski]
Commander Chadway

are you and Commander Gettis...
friends?

We're colleagues...
or were before he left the Navy.

-Do you dislike him?
-No.

Even though he filed
a complaint against you

with the Peer Review Committee
at the hospital?

That was a misunderstanding
about a patient's drug dosage.

Did you ever criticize him
to the nursing staff

for going after big money
in private practice?

I never said anything
that wasn't true.

Have you had any offers
to leave the Navy

-and join a prestigious
private practice?
-Objection. Irrelevant.

The members are entitled
to know if the witness

is a mediocre,
passed-over navy doctor

-with a grudge.
-Your Honor!

Mr. Kaliski, I don't know how
they practice law downtown

but that was totally improper.

Now, the objection's
sustained.

-Move it along, please.
-Yes, Your Honor.

Commander, on direct,
you testified that
Lieutenant Sims' tumor

is visible on the ultrasound
taken by Dr. Gettis.

That's right.

Even to a doctor who's not
specially trained in sonography?

Yes. I'm not specially
trained, and I saw it.

But isn't it true

that you diagnosed the tumor
during a
physical
examination

before
seeing it
on the ultrasound?

Yes, but I would have
seen it on the ultrasound,
whichever I did first.

So, the tumor
is highly visible.

I wouldn't put it that way.

It was encapsulated
in a rather thin membrane

-and not well-defined.
-Show us.

There.

Well, thank you, Commander.

Uh-oh.

I'm sorry.

This isn't
Lieutenant Sims' at all.

This belongs
to a pregnant...

-"Ensign Mahoney."
-My mistake.

Objection.

Let's see where Mr. Kaliski
goes with it.

Now, where was
that tumor again

on Ensign Mahoney's
ultrasound?

Objection. The entire line of
questioning should be stricken.

On what grounds?

Mr. Kaliski's question
is based

-on a false premise.
-Overruled.

He's entitled to impeach.

[Chadway] Actually,
I'm not sure

there is a tumor
on this one.

So, without being told
of the existence of a tumor

you can't be sure?

Even though you
previously saw it?

Reading ultrasounds

is part art, part science.

And part
power of suggestion?

Hey. How'd you know
I was here?

Renee called me.
She's worried about you.

So am I.

No worries here, mate.

Harm, this is
no time to make

a life-changing decision.

Hey, it's the best time:
life-or-death time.

You were born to be
a Naval officer.

What could you
do in Chechnya?

Well, I wouldn't be
sitting around

waiting for Sergei's name
to go up on a wall.

I'm resigning my commission.

I'm going to go find my brother.

[Roberts] You could call
Commander Chadway
back on redirect

and try and
rehabilitate him.

I think one dose
of the good doctor's enough.

Bud, I knew
this was a mistake.

It's a minor setback.

Look, I've done
the medical research.

The tumor must have
grown fast

nourished by the blood
flowing to the baby.

If Dr. Gettis had ordered
another ultrasound

closer to the delivery date,
he would have seen it.

It's a great argument
for negligence in a civil case.

Unfortunately, I have
to prove criminal behavior
beyond a reasonable doubt.

You still have
Gettis lying about
where he was

and he still made
the mistake that
killed our baby

-Bud, Bud...
-your goddaughter

-Sarah Roberts.
-Don't.

I knew we should have
listened to the Admiral, Bud.

We're not finished yet,
Harriet.

We still have
our best weapon.

What's that?

You.

[MacKenzie]
Lieutenant Sims
,

when were you first examined
by Commander Gettis?

I was six months
pregnant, ma'am.

Dr. Kalstone had
been treating me

and then
he was transferred.

I was having
abdominal pains

and that's when
I met Dr. Gettis.

[MacKenzie]
What do you recall
of the visit?

Two things stand out
in my mind, ma'am.

First, when I arrived

Dr. Gettis was
on the phone

ordering
his new Porsche.

And second, when he read
the ultrasound

he told me that
my baby was a girl.

Any mention of a fibroid
tumor in your uterus?

No, ma'am.

Tell us about the delivery.

It was a premature birth, ma'am.

I was in a lot of pain,
and when my water broke

it pushed
the umbilical cord out.

How did Commander Gettis
handle that?

He didn't, ma'am.

He wasn't there.

How long has
the cord been prolapsed?

Just right before
we called you.

Fetal heart rate's
falling again.

-She had an epidural?
-Two hours ago.

All right, prepare
for a C-section.

Get me a vacuum
and call neonatal

for resuscitation
and delivery.

[Roberts]
Where's Dr. Gettis?

I'll take it from here
...

Where have you been, Dr. Gettis?

They got her out--

Sarah, my baby...

and they tried
to resuscitate her

but she never
started breathing.

Did you ever learn of Commander
Gettis's whereabouts

during the time
your baby was in distress?

Yes, ma'am.

The car salesman
delivered his new Porsche

to the hospital

and Dr. Gettis was out
taking a test-drive.

[sighs] Your witness.

Lieutenant, I want you
to know that I'm sorry

for what happened

but I need to ask you
some questions.

I know.

Did you always follow
your doctor's instructions

-during your pregnancy?
-Yes.

Did you ever attend
any strenuous aerobics classes?

Low-impact.
And at the end, no.

Water aerobics.

Did you drink alcohol?

Objection. Irrelevant.

I'll give defense
some latitude. Overruled.

[Sims] No.

After I found out I was pregnant
I did not drink alcohol.

Did you ever miss any scheduled
doctor's appointments?

One.

I had to take my son
to his pediatrician.

-Lieutenant, you have
one child correct?
-Right.

So this is
your second pregnancy?

Lieutenant?

On the history
you filled out
at the hospital

you listed only one
prior pregnancy

resulting in the birth
of your son AJ.

But earlier insurance records
from your parents' policy

indicate a prior hospitalization
involving a pregnancy.

-Which is correct?
-Objection. Irrelevant.

Goes to credibility,
and whether Dr. Gettis was given

accurate information
by Lieutenant Sims.

Overruled.

It's true.

I was pregnant
once before

and, uh, I was 18.

I wasn't married...

and I had a miscarriage.

Only my parents knew...

and I never told
anybody until now.

So you didn't tell
Commander Gettis
about the miscarriage?

No.

Did you have
any fibroid tumors
during that pregnancy?

Yes, but that had
nothing to do
with the miscarriage.

Perhaps Commander Gettis
should have made

that determination,
Lieutenant.

But you didn't tell him
about the earlier tumors,
either, did you?

No.

[phone ringing]

-[groaning]
-What time is it in Moscow?

Aah...

Oh, time to dream
about Miami Beach.

-Any news?
-No.

I would call you.

The Army's still looking.

Look, can you get me
into Chechnya?

Again?

We did pretty good there
last time, you and me.

If you don't count losing
a court-martial

almost getting shot
by the Chechens...

almost getting blown up
by Colonel General Krylov

I'm landing in Moscow
Thursday morning.

Should I meet you there?

Yeah.

You have travel documents,
right?

Official Navy business?

Not anymore.

[knocking on door]

Sarah.
[chuckles nervously]

I wasn't expecting you.

Come in.

Well, it's not so bad.

Some women come home
and find their men dressed

in panty hose.

How's the trial going?

Hmm, it could be better.

I came by
for some cheering up.

Um... moonlighting?

My old C.O. called
from Sydney.

There's an opening
for a deputy at MHQ.

I see.

I've made a few phone calls,
Sarah.

I don't have a book of business
to bring with me.

It won't be easy finding
a position in a new firm.

Yeah, but Australia?

When things are going so well
between us?

This week.

Things do have a way of going up
and down, don't they?

That's the nature
of relationships, Mic.

You have to work at them;
you have to be together.

It's a really good
opportunity, Sarah.

Is it what you want?

I want you.

You have me.

Do I?

Sometimes I feel
I moved 12,000 miles

to be your
Saturday-night date.

You're more than that.

When I proposed
to you...

you put the ring
on your right hand.

Said you needed time
to think about it.

It's been ten months.

[chuckles giddily]

I guess I won't
be needing this.

Uh, no.

[Sims]
Oh, Bud, I'm so sorry.

It happened
so long ago

and I just wanted
to forget about it.

Oh, honey,
it's all right.

I guess I wrecked
our case.

That's not important,
sweetie.

Can you forgive me?

Can you forgive
me?

For what?

Well, for putting you
through all of this.

Oh, Bud, that's...

No, your happiness is
more important to me

than anything.

Than any stupid court case.

I thought I was punishing
Dr. Gettis

and I just ended up
punishing us.

Are we going
to be okay?

We are okay.

Hey, come here.

I love you so much.

Oh, I love you too,
honey.

For 25 centuries,
physicians have taken an oath.

They swear before all the gods
never to harm a patient.

Leaving the hospital without
notifying his backup,

lying about his whereabouts,

failing to respond to a page
are all violations of that oath

and of the Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

Physicians... are not perfect.

They cannot heal every wound

or save every life.

And no obstetrician stands
by his patient's bedside

through seven hours of labor.

They attend other patients.

They go for a walk,
they have a meal.

If you find that
Dr. Lawrence Gettis made
an error in judgment

or is guilty of mere negligence

he did not commit a crime.

You must find him not guilty.

[Judge]
You may publish your findings.

Lieutenant Commander
Lawrence Gettis,

United States Naval Reserve,

this court-martial finds you

on all charges
and specifications

not guilty.

[Judge] This court-martial's
adjourned.

[pounds gavel]

I know what you
must think of me

but I am truly sorry
for your loss.

You may not believe me,
and you may not even care

but I promise you

nothing like this
will ever happen again.

[knocking on door]

As you were.

Admiral, I-I'm...

Redecorating?

Sir, I've left
a request

for voluntary separation

with a statement of special
circumstance

in your box.

Uh-huh.

It's not a decision
I arrived at easily, Admiral.

-Tell him.
-Major Sokol called.

A Russian listening post picked
up a Chechen field radio.

A local commander mentioned
a captured helo pilot--

Sergei Zhukov.
Alive and uninjured.

He's a POW?

SECNAV's talking
to Russian brass
about a prisoner swap.

And our people will make sure
it includes Sergei.

-Why... that's good news.
-So...

there's nothing anyone else
can do over there now

is there?

No, I-- I suppose not.

Uh, Webb, will you excuse us
a minute?

Sure.

You know this
thing's no good.

It's supposed to be
filled out in triplicate.

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