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Are you sure you want to go through with this, sir?

Let's go.

All right.

What's with the bloating?

Uh, that's perfectly normal, Admiral.

It's due to a reduction in ambient pressure.

I suggest you expel whatever gas you can

before the next maneuver.

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

Well, I'm a little confined here.

[grunting, farting]

[grunting] All right.

Okay, here we go.

[grunting]

Admiral, are you all right?

[grunts]

[Chegwidden yelling]

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Washington Center, this is Navy 2-8-7-8!

I have an uncommanded ejection of my backseater!

[Rabb] Eight complaints of pilot disorientation, sir.

All investigated and analyzed by Pax River.

They've determined the F-14's

new Heads-Up Display is the culprit.

Navy's case against the contractor has got to be airtight.

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

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

So, walk me through the, uh, specifics.

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

during flight maneuver, which in this case, uh,

the actual attitude tended to lag

by a fraction of a second.

How does this create disorientation?

Admiral, a pilot uses situational intelligence

to determine where in space he is.

Two ways, peripherally--

where information is channeled directly

into the subconscious mind-- and through forward vision,

via the HUD, or Heads-Up Display--

where information is channeled to the conscious mind.

And, because the two minds process data differently,

if there's a differential,

it can cause a, uh, confused scenario,

whereby the pilot believes he's in one position,

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

I'm not visualizing.

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

No!

I'm just attempting to demonstrate, Admiral.

[sighs] Can this condition be recreated in an airplane?

Pax River's done it, sir.

Well, I want youto do it with me in the backseat.

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

Never.

You don't think I can handle it?

No, no, sir. If you, uh, if you think

-it'll clarify things, then... -I do.

A ride will require training, sir.

Low-pressure chamber test, that type of thing.

Mmm, can you schedule me one today?

I'll get right on it, sir.

[Chegwidden] What's this?

Happy Valentine's Day.

[laughs] You look surprised.

I wasn't expecting...

Guess I should just open it, huh?

Mm-hmm.

[romantic music playing]

Wow.

Read the inscription.

Um...

"A woman would run through fire and water

for such a kind heart."

Merry Wives of Windsor.

Mm-hmm.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Oh.

[sighs]

Oh. And thank you.

Hope that's okay.

What? Of course.

I love chocolates.

So, where are we going?

Do you mind if we stay in tonight?

I'm exhausted.

I, uh, had to do this, um...

AP training all day.

What's that?

Uh, it's, uh, flight preparation.

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

He's got to show me this glitch

in the new Heads-Up Display.

Sounds dangerous.

He knows how to control it.

Well... well, maybe we can meet afterwards.

My afternoon's jammed, you know?

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

I'm just jealous.

I wish I were going up with you.

Well, you're always with me.

[chuckles]

[branches cracking]

[Chegwidden grunting]

[groaning]

You dumb ass!

-[tree creaking] -[grunts]

[Rabb] Washington Center! This is Navy 2-8-7-8!

I have an uncommanded ejection of my backseater!

[controller] Say again, 2-8-7-8.

My backseat punched out

about 120 miles south of Martinsburg!

Transmission garbled, 2-8-7-8.

You're hearing wind stream-- I lost my canopy!

Cannot read you, 2-8-7-8.

Squawking emergency!

2-8-7-8, observing your emergency squawk.

Clearing you for immediate landing

at Martinsburg Municipal Airport.

Click mike three times for acknowledgment.

[three clicks]

[grunting]

[panting]

[zipper opening]

[transmitter beeping]

[panting]

[beeping continues]

[zipper opening]

[scoffs]

[groaning]

[panting]

[Rabb] I think he must've loosened

his lap belt, Colonel, which would've caused him

to bang his head into the canopy.

In his confusion, he must've grabbed

the alternate ejection seat handle, sir.

I-I... I take full responsibility for this, Colonel.

Your C.O. will insist on it.

It wasmy C.O. who punched out, Colonel.

The Navy's Judge Advocate General.

This is a remarkable story, Commander.

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

Pax River's already on it.

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

Well, can you get me over there, sir?

The doctor's cleared me.

You reported where he punched out, Commander.

We'll take it from here. I recommend you go back to Falls Church.

We'll keep you posted.

Sir, I'd really like to be on the helicopter.

You dumped a two-star

over the George Washington National Forest, Commander.

Haven't you done enough?

[door closing]

[grunts]

-[door opening] -[woman] Commander Rabb?

Airman Rodino, Motor Pool. Got you a jacket, sir.

Colonel Skelly also requisitioned you transportation.

Got the vehicle outside there.

There's no... chains on the tires.

They're all being used, sir.

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

We're doing what we can, sir.

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

We've got two Humvees, sir.

Are they covered?

One of them, but it needs a tune-up.

I'll take it.

That's a wilderness area, Harm.

Do you have confirmation he survived the ejection?

Mac, the admiral's a former SEAL.

He knows his way around a parachute.

You don't forget your survival training.

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

He has his beacon and smoke flares,

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

If they can see it in this weather.

Anything I can do?

Well, we should let Meredith know.

But don't tell anyone at the office

until we have a better idea what's going on, all right?

Agreed. When do you expect to be back?

When I find him.

[wind whistling]

[grunting]

[pilot on radio] 8-1-4-6-1 Tango.

Taxi to 23. Clearance on request.

[controller] Roger, 6-1 Tango.

Be advised: extreme low visibility.

You'll be on instrumentation only.

Stand by for clearance.

[engine starts]

[grunting]

[hissing]

[grunting]

[water trickling]

[pilot] Morning Light Control, this is Nighthawk 2-1.

We have clearing conditions.

[officer] This is Morning Light. We read you, 2-1.

How close are you to the ejection site?

Ten clicks, sir. We'll check back

-when we're in range. -[turning dial]

♪ Where seldom is heard ♪

♪ A discouraging [grunts] word ♪

♪ And the skies... are not cloudy... all day. ♪

[coyote howling]

[heavy sigh]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[ice cracking]

What...?

[cracking continues]

[hissing]

[frantic gasping]

[gasping]

Meredith. It's Mac. Are you there?

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

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

555-0171.

[shivering]

[grunting]

Okay. What do I got?

Okay, I-I got the beacon.

[beacon beeping]

Jerky.

[growling]

[pilot] Morning Light, this is Nighthawk 2-1.

We're at the site. Have commenced expanded search pattern.

[search commander] 2-1, this is Morning Light.

Have you located the admiral's beacon yet?

That's a negative, Morning Light.

Should be in range, 2-1.

If he's still where he ejected, Commander.

[MacKenzie] Meredith, just left a message on your home machine.

Trying to reach you on your cell.

It's important I hear from you.

-There's a situation with... -[knocking]

Um, please get back to me. Thank you.

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

[sighs] Right.

Session's already eight minutes late, Colonel.

Can you close the door?

I'm telling you this in strict confidence

because I need someone to monitor things

and follow through while I'm in session.

You are not to utter a word of this to anyone in the office

until I say so.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

[sighs] It concerns Admiral Chegwidden.

I need you to keep me apprised of his situation.

And we have to reach Meredith Cavanaugh.

Understood, ma'am.

Is the admiral all right?

Yet to be determined.

[wind whistling]

[raspy] I don't get it.

You're too calm about this.

I knew you'd make it out.

-There were concerns. -I know.

I was wet, I lost my fire, threat of animals.

But look at you.

Not a scratch.

Must have been blessed.

You still are.

Had this with me. Took it on the flight.

I didn't think you liked it.

Oh, I liked it.

I was embarrassed by it.

It was such a clear demonstration how you felt,

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

I didn't care.

-Yes, you did. -All right.

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

You had every right to be.

Was it because you didn't know

how to demonstrate your feelings?

Or because they weren't strong enough?

[MacKenzie] This is a "judge alone" court-martial.

As agreed,

there will be no Members present

at any time during the proceedings.

Does the Government wish to make an opening statement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Petty Officer Matthew Cantrell,

an Interior Communications Electrician

aboard the destroyer U.S.S. Callahan

is charged with placing a miniature video camera

in the junction box of the enlisted female head.

This is in violation of Article 134,

conduct prejudicial to good order and discipline.

The Government will show that the accused

was responsible for requisitioning the equipment from the base photo lab.

The stated purpose was for the examination

of hard-to-reach electrical conduits,

but, in fact, was intended for this installation only.

The Petty Officer's motives were clearly prurient,

and a direct invasion of the privacy

of his female shipmates.

[MacKenzie] Lieutenant Roberts, does the defense

desire to proceed, or reserve its opening statement?

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

Defense will show that Petty Officer Cantrell

is wrongly accused of the offense.

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

it was directly in furtherance of the inspection program.

We contend that, actually, the movement of the ship

changed the camera angle,

thus exposing the Petty Officer to suspicion.

[sighs]

Thank you.

-Coates, have you heard from the admiral? -No.

I was expecting him back from his flight an hour ago.

-He's got a conference call in six minutes. -I don't know what to do.

I'd say cancel for the moment, and tell them you'll call as soon as he arrives.

Yeah. I'm a little worried.

Can't reach him on his cell.

Commander Rabb's not returning either.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

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

-Uh, I'll call them. -It's okay, I've got the number on speed dial.

Tiner, I have information about the admiral.

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

I'm his yeoman, Coates.

That's why I'm making this exception.

Has something happened to the admiral?

You need to promise me not to say anything

until the information is officially disclosed.

[Turner] Master Chief Andre,

is Petty Officer Cantrell under your supervision?

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

And would you tell us what you encountered

on the evening of 7 January?

I left the duty log in the IC,

returned to pick it up. When I walked in,

I noticed the image of a toilet on one of the monitors.

It was clear to me a camera

had been trained on one of the heads.

When I got closer, I saw, on the screen,

an enlisted female enter the area.

[Turner] What was she doing?

Preparing to use the facilities, sir.

Was anyone other than you in the IC?

Petty Officer Cantrell entered shortly after.

[Turner] Was he on watch at the time?

-[Andre] Yes, sir. -Did you ask him about it?

Loudly, sir.

What was his answer?

He said he had mounted the camera in the junction box

to check the existence of mice in the conduits,

and that it had popped out of position.

Did you believe him?

No, sir.

Why?

Well, I realize mice are a problem, sir.

They tend to gnaw at the wiring

which can create a fire hazard,

but what I didn't understand

was why the camera was being used

to view such a small area.

And even if that could be explained,

why couldn't it have been properly secured

at the correct angle to begin with?

[Turner] Why wasn't he at his place of duty?

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

so he could correct the problem.

And did he have tape with him at the time?

Yes, sir. Videotape.

Thank you. That will be all.

Master Chief Andre,

did Petty Officer Cantrell give you an excuse

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

He said he couldn't find any, sir.

-And did he give you a reason for the videotape? -Restocking.

[Roberts] Did you ever see Petty Officer Cantrell

watching what was on the monitors?

No, sir.

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

Excuse me, Lieutenant?

Well, if proof of wrongdoing is based on the intention

to view the private acts of female personnel,

then aren't your actions, Master Chief, the ones that apply here?

Objection, Your Honor. This is clearly argumentative.

Sustained. Confine questions of culpability

to the accused, Counselor.

Master Chief, did you not authorize

the requisition for this camera?

Lieutenant?

No further questions.

Damn it, Admiral, where are your flares?

-[gasps] -[growling]

We got something.

Marking the coordinates.

Morning Light, this is Nighthawk 2-1.

We have a fix on the beacon.

[growling]

Easy...

Easy.

[pilot] 2-1 to Morning Light.

We have a dimming beacon.

Initial indication, 2-1?

Our man is definitely on the move.

What's going on, 2-1?

Well, sir, either the Admiral's a world-class sprinter

or he's just found himself a snowmobile.

[barking in distance]

[helicopter approaching]

We've lost his signal.

We're out of contact.

[groaning]

[indistinct radio communication]

[turns off engine]

[helicopter approaching]

[man on radio] ...Exit 74, making outdoor activities dangerous.

[helicopter flies overhead]

Admiral!

Admiral, it's Harm!

[phone ringing]

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

[Rabb] Mac, I found the Admiral's campsite.

He's gone.

You think he's been rescued?

No. I can hear the helos.

They're still looking for him.

Where would he go?

Well, there's two scenarios--

one I won't consider.

What does that mean?

I have tracks.

I think he's moved on.

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

and what I've found.

And give them these coordinates:

Latitude 38 degrees, nine minutes

16 seconds north,

longitude 78 degrees, five minutes,

51 seconds west.

And wish me luck, okay?

Harm?

[dial tone]

[sighs]

[turns key, engine sputters]

Tiner, is the Admiral back yet?

-No, ma'am. -I need to talk to him.

I'll put you on the list, Lieutenant.

-Before the end of the day, please. -No promises, ma'am.

Does he have a lot on his plate?

Not exactly.

Well, is he coming back at all?

-I'm hoping. -When will you know for sure?

As soon as I hear back from search and rescue.

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

Talk to me, Tiner.

Only if you make me a promise, Lieutenant.

Sorry.

Be seated.

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

-Yes, ma'am. -Proceed.

Petty Officer McCurdy,

do you know Petty Officer Cantrell?

He's in the rack above me, sir.

He ever mention a particular video installation to you?

Yes, sir. He told me that he placed a miniature camera in the female head.

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

-Yes, sir. I refused. -Why?

Because it's sick, sir, and totally against regulations.

Thank you.

Petty Officer, have you ever known Petty Officer Cantrell

to be lascivious?

He likes the women, sir.

But has he ever mentioned anything like this before?

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

Did he tell you what you'd be viewing?

No, sir, but it's pretty obvious.

-To you. -To anyone, Lieutenant.

I'd appreciate it if you speak for yourself, Petty Officer.

-To me, sir. -Is that because you have

a particular interest in the subject matter?

Objection.

You're reaching, counselor.

Your Honor, I'm just trying to impeach

the Petty Officer's assumptions.

You're getting personal.

Sustained.

Sorry, ma'am.

You assumed he meant for you to witness the private acts

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

It couldn't have been that he was asking you

as an electrician's mate,

to help monitor the wiring

coming out of that junction box?

-I don't think so, sir. -Why not?

'Cause it makes no sense to me.

But peeping on female shipmates does?

Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

[Chegwidden] Why would I take your gift along

if I was trying to avoid its message?

And your answer?

I guess, instinctively...

I wanted a part of you with me.

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

-Apparently you did. -Yeah.

Do I get a thank-you?

Thank you.

Better than chocolate.

You have no idea how cold I was.

My senses were on overload.

Not enough, I assume,

to cancel out the rescue helicopter.

[helicopter approaching]

[weakly] I'm here.

[beeping fades]

I'm here, damn it!

Nighthawk 2-1, Morning Light. What's your status?

Based on the information from Commander Rabb,

we think he's in the canyon below.

Can you insert your SAR team?

The canyon walls are too tight,

and we're dancing with some high winds.

Is there a better zone nearby?

At the canyon mouth, three miles north.

All right, set your team down there,

have them walk in.

Remain at the ready for extraction.

Copy that.

Where you going now, damn it?!

Where the hell is that damn flare?

[metallic clicking]

We'll take a short recess.

Uh... uh, again, Your Honor?

We've hardly had any court time.

Do you anticipate the end of the world, Lieutenant?

No, Your Honor.

It's not promising, ma'am.

The helos lost contact.

They're putting a team on the ground.

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

-Any word from Meredith? -No, Colonel.

Where is Commander Rabb now?

He's out of range. I can't reach him.

That's unacceptable, Petty Officer.

I'm doing my best, ma'am.

[sighing] Yes, I'm sure you are.

I'm sorry.

You know, I don't know what to do.

Should I say something?

It's a hard call, Colonel.

Let's keep it quiet for the moment,

see if we get some better news.

[echoing] Admiral!

[groaning]

[grunts]

[Roberts] Your Honor,

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

Proceed.

[Turner] Raise your right hand, please.

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

now in... hearing... shall be the truth,

the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

So help me God, sir?

Yes.

I do, sir.

[Roberts] Petty Officer,

are you aware of the severity of this violation?

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

Actually, to anyone who values privacy.

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

I know what it looks like, Lieutenant,

and I would probably assume I was guilty

if I didn't know better.

What happened?

It's a misunderstanding, sir.

I would never consciously do something like this.

In fact, my intentions were

to benefit the women aboard ship.

[Roberts] In what way?

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

I chose a female head first

because I was concerned for their welfare.

The idea of them having to deal with an electrical fire

while being in a compromising position.

[scoffs]

Your Honor?

Yes?

Is there a problem?

Yes.

May I continue?

Yes.

So, your reasons were practical and considerate.

Yes, sir. The last thing I intended

was to be a Peeping Tom.

I was taught to respect the female body.

What was that?

Sorry, ma'am?

You were taught to respect females or the female body?

Which one did I say, ma'am?

The second.

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

Or is it just sex?

Your Honor, is there a reason why

you're questioning my witness?

Because I can, Counselor.

May we approach?

Please.

Colonel, I can't help feeling

that your displaying a bias against my client.

Your client is stretching the limits of credulity, Lieutenant.

I understand that you're enjoying

being back in a lead-counsel role,

but frankly, I'm disappointed with your strategy.

It's a legitimate strategy, ma'am.

It's creative, I'll give you that.

Given that this session is nearly over anyway,

I suggest we call it a day

and you have a conversation with your opposition.

About what, ma'am?

About options other than taking this case to verdict.

But, ma'am...

Bud, look at my face.

Do you see anything there

that suggests I'm in a malleable frame of mind?

[coughs]

Admiral?!

Admiral!

Stay in one place.

Don't make it the Colonel's problem, Lieutenant.

You had a tough hill to climb.

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

Yeah, well, do me a favor,

keep it away from my neck, okay?

No, no, my deal is fair, considering her verdict

would likely be a bad-conduct discharge

and significant brig time.

I recommend five months confinement

with discharge as adjudged.

Two months confinement, no discharge.

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

Well, he wants to stay in.

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

Yes.

Why keep this guy in the Navy?

Punitive discharge, no confinement.

Hey, sweetie.

What's wrong?

The fire was burning down, everything else was gone.

This... this was all I had left.

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

I apologize for not making this announcement earlier,

but I was hoping for a resolution.

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

-What? They haven't found him yet? -No.

But Commander Rabb is on his trail, correct?

-Yes. -Any concerns about the commander, ma'am?

-Should there be? -[Turner] We understand they found

an empty humvee at the drop zone.

Well, I hadn't heard that.

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

Is there anyone here that knows less than I do, Petty Officer?

Yes. Me.

[dog growling]

[whimpers softly]

[panting]

You're worse off than me, huh?

[whimpers]

You belonged to somebody, didn't you?

What'd they do, dump you out here?

[whimpers and pants]

What? Did you hear something?

[whimpering]

Wait a minute.

I'm going where you're going.

MEREDITH: I was presenting a paper nearby

at a literary symposium,

and when I finally turned my cell phone back on,

I had received four messages from you.

You're aware the Admiral

went up in an F-14 with Harm this morning?

They crashed?

No, no, he... he inadvertently ejected

over George Washington National Forest.

They haven't found him yet.

Okay.

I wish I had better news.

Oh, you do.

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

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

You doubt that he is?

I'm concerned.

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

How can you be so sure?

Because he would expect nothing less

than complete faith from me.

Admiral!

[echoing] Admiral!

[groaning]

[coughing]

[sighs]

Sorry, Meredith.

[wind whistling]

[banging and clattering]

[helicopter passing overhead]

[music playing, people talking]

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

I'm looking to put together a search party.

I'm offering a reward. Can you help?

[dispatcher] Unit 22, respond to injury accident...

[conversing indistinctly]

Is he bad off?

No, ma'am, but he'll need to be hospitalized for testing.

Let me talk to her. Let me talk to her.

Well...

how's my Boy Scout?

Thanks for the help.

What did I do?

You made me pay attention.

I'm not sure what you mean,

but, uh, I like the way it sounds.

I love you.

Do I need to repeat that?

Yes.

I love you.

You're just grateful to be alive.

Wait until the euphoria has passed.

-Why? -A.J.--

Listen to me.

I had to run through fire and water

to get to the feelings I have.

You gonna back away from that?

I love you, too.

-Um... something else I got to tell you. -Hmm?

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

What? What do you mean?

I'm involved with another female.

What?!

[whimpers and barks]

[closing theme music plays]