Come on.
Oh, I don't know what to get you, Mic.
That's because I'm a man who has everything.
Hey, Santa.
- Well, thank you. - Happy Christmas.
- Merry Christmas to you. - Hey, look. It's you.
Blimey. It's a bloody country squire.
That's what you're gonna look like after a few years at Ryan, Price and Segal.
Only if you'll be my country wife.
- I know. I want you to... - 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 a savanna.
Renee knows if you've been naughty or nice.
Yes, and which does she prefer?
Well, if you don't know by now, sailor...
You know, is my brother gonna like this?
Yeah. Keep the chill out of those foxholes in Chechnya.
Do they still have foxholes?
I should get him a Kevlar vest.
It can't end like this.
She gave you a phoney address, Tiner.
And her phone's listed under a man's name.
Maybe it's her brother.
Two divorces, a name change, and a bankruptcy.
But she seemed like the girl next door.
- Commander. Colonel. - What is this, gunny?
Just teaching Tiner how to use CompuSpy, sir.
Isn't that supposed to be used to track down UA personnel, gunny?
Yes, ma'am, it is. It's a multiple-task software.
Oh, man.
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 Lieutenant Singer to dispose of it without a junket to Japan.
Commander, are you familiar with Joint Strike Fighter project?
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.
What's going on with the petty officer
who can't seem to keep her uniform on?
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.
Well, take care of it.
If it goes to court martial, Lieutenant Roberts can defend.
Where's Lieutenant Roberts?
I know what happened.
- I wanna 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.
- Corresponds to this over here.
- Harriet? - Come in, lieutenant.
Bud, Dr. Chadway found something.
A uterine leiomyoma,
or, in layman's terms, a fibroid tumour.
Is it dangerous?
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?
Yes. Could've 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 tumour.
Well, there's no mention in his notes,
but it's right here on the ultrasound he took.
All I see is our baby.
The leiomyoma is not well-defined.
But 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. - Doctor, please.
We lost our baby.
He could've 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?
Supplier-chain management contracts for JSF procurement.
Silly me, I should've 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 Utilisation Through Responsive Group Enterprises.
Sounds...
- Boring? - A little dry.
Don't burn the veggies.
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? Broccoli-tofu stir-fry.
And I always thought pilots ate raw meat.
Homemade garlic-ginger chutney, noodles.
- I'm not that brave. - What's up?
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.
And we're calling in favours 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.
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 will be an immunity issue under the Feres doctrine.
Yeah, well, maybe a good lawyer can 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.
I know it sounds tough,
but I've already filed the notice of claim...
Not another word, Bud.
- Oh, no. - What is it?
- 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 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?
Petty Officer Booth wants to be court-martialed, sir.
Apparently, it increases her opportunities.
- Opportunities for what? Hard labour? - Modelling, acting, endorsements.
If she's kicked out of the Navy for posing nude,
the publicity helps her.
Well, in that case, do you have any suggestions
for keeping her in the Navy, preferably clothed?
A February transfer to Iceland, sir?
- Sorry, I'm late, sir, ma'am. - Have a seat, lieutenant.
- That'll be all, colonel. - Yes, sir.
Heard from the Navy surgeon general.
He got your notice of claim
for Commander Gettis' 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,
it's natural to want to blame someone
when a tragedy like this happens.
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.
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. 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 gonna 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.
Oh, 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 wanna eat, don't you?
I wanna be able to look at myself in the mirror.
If you wanna work in my firm, you'll defend Dr. Gettis.
I'll have my things out of the office in an hour.
Lieutenant Roberts' report of criminal offences went to Bethesda,
which booted it over here for investigation,
along with a note from Surgeon General Simmons:
"A.J., 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 203 investigation of Commander Gettis.
Yes, sir.
And, lieutenant, you will stay the hell out of it.
Aye, sir.
Dismissed.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Aye, aye.
Colonel, I've done some research.
Dr. Gettis did his residency at Jackson Memorial in Miami.
- You could subpoena his records. - Didn't you hear the admiral?
- It's just a suggestion. - You can't be objective.
- And you could taint the investigation. - I'm sorry.
But I have done a time line of the delivery.
Bud, not another word.
- Is the admiral still in? - Yes, sir. But he was just...
- Leaving. - 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. - That's not a good idea, commander.
I've been to Chechnya. I know the Russian flag officers.
And they know you.
You run into friends of General Krylov, Sergei won't be the only one MIA.
Sir, 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 gonna be caught between a bloodthirsty army on one side
and cutthroat guerrillas on the other.
- This is my brother, admiral. - I must be losing my grip.
First, it's Lieutenant Roberts, and now it's you?
We have commitments to our families, sir.
And to the chain of command. Leave request denied.
Permission to travel to Chechnya denied.
- Gunny, what's a sesquipedalian? - 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's December 20th,
and he's a member of the Sesquipedalian Society.
You're cyber-stalking?
I'm building a file so I can establish common ground, sir.
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?
Oh, yeah, sure. How about "misdemeanour"?
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?
Have I told you how proud I am of you?
I'm not gonna sell out my friends to become that country squire.
Oh, but you would've looked so good in that ascot.
What are you in the mood for? Chinese? Italian?
Australian.
Are we violating a local ordinance, officer?
Harm, what are you doing here?
I was gonna try and catch you before you went out.
But I'll get you another time.
No worries, mate. Join us for dinner, please.
- You sure? - Yeah, if you don't mind buying.
Mic quit his job today.
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? - Nothing new.
Tell me something, Mic. Was it hard leaving the Navy?
Wasn't easy.
Harm, you're not thinking about resigning your commission?
Dr. Gettis, you apparently failed
to diagnose Lieutenant Sims' fibroid tumour?
There was no way to diagnose it on that old Navy equipment.
Half the time, you couldn't tell a foetus from a football.
My new office has 21 st-century equipment.
It's got three-dimensional colour picturing, digital readouts.
You also failed to diagnose the tumour on your physical examinations.
I couldn't palpate it with the baby there,
and the tumour wasn't visible on a pelvic exam.
Then there's your delay in reaching the delivery room
when the umbilical cord prolapsed.
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 lounge.
I'd had a 14-hour day.
- Then you never left the hospital? - That's right.
So why did it take so long to get to the delivery room?
There was a dead battery in my beeper.
I didn't know they were paging me until I heard the loudspeaker.
I am...
I'm sorry about the baby.
But I didn't do anything wrong.
Would you do anything differently if you could do it again?
Yeah. Stay the hell out of the Navy.
Maybe that would've been better for all concerned.
Colonel, that's uncalled-for.
- Is it? - What do you have here?
Maybe an error in judgement?
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.
I think there's something about Dr. Gettis you're gonna wanna see.
I told you to stay out of it. The admiral told you to stay out of it.
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 CompuSpy software, ma'am.
Dr. Gettis bought himself a new Porsche.
Who cares?
Talk to the salesman, ma'am, and you will.
Yes, Mrs. Jones. You are confirmed for Tuesday the 14th.
Okay. Okay, thanks.
Good morning. Dr. Robbins and Gettis. May I help you?
I'll have the fertility nurse get back to you, Mrs. Sachs.
Okay.
Hi. Where's Dr. Gettis?
- Do you have an appointment? - No. Where is he?
With a patient. If you tell me what this is regarding...
Watch your diet, Mrs. Forrestal, and everything will be just fine. Okay?
- See you next week. - Bye.
Commander Gettis.
- Dr. Gettis. - As a lieutenant commander
on the reserve, you're still subject to the Uniform Code of Military Justice
for crimes committed on active duty.
I don't believe this.
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 203 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.
- If we can get on top of that.
I didn't know this was a double date.
Sorry. Clay took me over to NSA
to listen to communication intercepts from Chechnya.
- Anything? - Nothing good.
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.
Well, I 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.
But how motivated are they really? I mean, do they give a damn?
Harm, what do you wanna do?
Disobey a direct order from your commanding officer?
I may not have to.
If I resign my commission.
Yes?
Tomorrow? Great.
The Washington Post is going to run a story
about the son of Lieutenant Harmon Rabb Sr.,
an American POW from Vietnam,
as 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 I prevent that? - If you can't, I'll file 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. - It won't be, unless you...
- I should be in there. - Bud, don't.
That Kaliski is a real smooth operator.
He's gonna have Colonel MacKenzie stipulate her whole case away.
Wish you'd tell me you were coming, Harm. Frank would love to see you.
- Oh, give him my best, huh? - And I'd love to know why you're here.
- A son can't visit his mom? - Sure, but you seldom 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 her brother?
You told me. He went to work on their farm
and was killed saving her from drunk soldiers.
So like your father.
The woman, 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.
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 programme
in maternal-foetal 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 foetus of about 24 weeks
and what would appear to be a rather sizeable fibroid tumour
on the wall of the uterus.
Is there any mention of the tumour in Commander Gettis' 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-foetal medicine to be consulted.
Now, did Commander Gettis follow this protocol?
He did not.
Your witness.
Commander Cannon, you're not board-certified
in maternal-foetal medicine or radiology, are you?
I haven't taken my boards yet.
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 tumour, 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 tumour
before you examined her ultrasound?
Yes. Dr. Chadway informed me of his examination.
So having been told that a tumour existed,
you proceeded to find it?
If that's the way you want to put it, yes.
Thank you.
- I don't know who to be angry at. - I was trying to protect you, Mom.
Protect me? You were trying to protect your father.
I was born a little late for that.
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 Ionely heart.
I'm angry with him for missing so much, for missing you.
- And you should've told me. - I know.
Tell me about your brother.
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.
You gonna try and find him too?
The admiral's ordered me not to go to Chechnya.
I must thank that man.
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 criticise 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 Honour. - Mr. Kaliski,
I don't know how they practise law downtown,
but that was totally improper. Now, the objection's sustained.
- Move it along, please. - Yes, Your Honour.
Commander, on direct, you testified that Lieutenant Sims' tumour
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 tumour
during a physical examination before seeing it on the ultrasound?
Yes, but I would've seen it on the ultrasound whichever I did first.
- So the tumour's highly visible? - I wouldn't put it that way.
It was encapsulated in a rather thin membrane
and not well-defined.
Show us.
- There. - Oh, thank you, commander.
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 tumour 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.
Actually, I'm not sure there is a tumour on this one.
So without being told of the existence of a tumour,
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 the wall.
I'm resigning my commission. I'm gonna go find my brother.
You could call Commander Chadway back and try and rehabilitate him.
I think one dose of the good doctor is enough.
- Bud, I knew this was a mistake. - It's a minor setback.
Look, I've done the medical research. The tumour must've grown fast,
nourished by the blood flowing to the baby.
If Dr. Gettis had ordered another ultrasound
closer to the delivery date, he would've seen it.
That's a great argument for negligence in a civil case.
Unfortunately, I have to prove criminal behaviour beyond a reasonable doubt.
You still have Gettis lying about where he was.
And he still made the mistake that killed our baby,
- your goddaughter, Sarah Roberts. - Bud, don't.
I knew we should've listened to the admiral, Bud.
We're not finished yet, Harriet. We still have our best weapon.
- What's that? - You.
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.
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 tumour 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?
Since right before we called you, Dr. Chadway.
Foetal heart rate's falling again.
- She had an epidural? - Two hours ago.
- All right. Prepare for a C-section. - The head's too far down.
Get me a vacuum and call Neonatal for resuscitation at delivery.
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' 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.
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.
You ever attend any strenuous aerobics classes?
Low impact. And at the end, water aerobics.
- Did you drink alcohol? - Objection. Irrelevant.
I'll give the defence some latitude. Overruled.
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 paediatrician.
Lieutenant, you have one child, correct?
- Right. - So this was 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, A.J.
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 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 tumours during that pregnancy?
Yes, but that had nothing to do with the miscarriage.
Perhaps Commander Gettis
should've made that determination, lieutenant.
But you didn't tell him about the earlier tumours either, did you?
No.
What time is it in Moscow?
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.
- Sheremetyevo? - Yeah.
You have travel documents, right? Official Navy business?
Not anymore.
Sarah.
I wasn't expecting you. Come in.
That's not so bad.
Some women come home and find their men dressed in pantyhose.
- How's the trial going? - Oh, could be better.
I came by for some cheering up.
- Moonlighting? - My old CO 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.
Won't be easy finding a position in a new firm.
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 that 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.
- I guess I won't be needing this. - No.
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?
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 gonna 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 labour.
They attend to other patients.
They go for a walk. They have a meal.
If you find that Dr. Lawrence Gettis made an error in judgement,
or is guilty of mere negligence,
he did not commit a crime.
You must find him not guilty.
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.
This court martial's adjourned.
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.
As you were.
Admiral, I'm...
Redecorating?
Sir, I've left a request for voluntary separation
with a statement of special circumstance in your box.
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.
Hey, that's good news.
So there's nothing anyone else can do over there now, is there?
No, I suppose not.
- Webb, will you excuse us a minute? - Sure.
You know, this thing's no good.
It's supposed to be filled out in triplicate.