Don't tell me my repartee is putting you to sleep back there.
No, just your flying, Snowman.
[CHUCKLES]
Sounds like somebody partied too hard on Saturday.
Even with 12 hours bottle to throttle,
this old body don't bounce back like it used to.
Tough luck, Zoo. It's showtime.
You're not behind that desk yet. We've got envelopes to push.
ZUZELLO: All right, hotshot.
ALBRECHT [OVER RADIO]: Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220.
Climbing to Angels 45. Over.
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Roger that, 220.
Snowman's having himself some fun.
Boys will be boys.
ALBRECHT: Zoomer, are you with me?
Zoom?
Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220. My low ox light just came on.
I'm showing a LOX failure.
My RIO's blacked out and not responding.
Suspect hypoxia. I'm making an emergency descent.
MAN [OVER PA]: On the flight deck. Emergency.
Stand by to launch rescue helo.
MAN 1: You're coming in hot, Boxcar. Ease up.
MAN 2: Go, go. Let's go!
MAN 3: Get to the deck. Can't see a thing.
MAN 4: Got a carotid pulse.
Look at his face! He's gotta get on O2. Now!
CHEGWIDDEN: There was a mishap on the Patrick Henry yesterday.
She was going through work-ups off Norfolk.
Uh, an F-14 had a liquid oxygen failure at 45,000 feet.
Was it the old LOX breathing system, sir?
CHEGWIDDEN: Yeah.
The pilot's okay, but the RIO wasn't so lucky.
By the time they landed, he was in cardiac arrest. Uh...
Commander Zuzello was revived on-site
and medevaced to Bethesda.
How long was he without oxygen, sir?
Doctors estimate four minutes.
Commander, I want you on the first helo out there.
Colonel, I need you to go to Bethesda.
The wife of the RIO has asked for a legal JAG consult.
That'll be all.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Aye, sir.
[DOOR OPENS]
SIMS: Hey, guys.
- Hey, sweetie, can I help? - I got it.
You guys keep that shipyard humming.
Looks like the two of you will be ready to go to sea soon.
Daddy says we have to crispen it.
[BUD & SIMS CHUCKLE]
Not on my floor, you don't.
- Is that my uniform? SIMS: Yeah.
I got all the stuff from the Seahawk dry cleaned for storage.
Till you need it.
Great.
I bought groceries for the week and cleared my schedule
so I can take you to physical therapy.
Ah, you know, actually, I have the week off.
What, good behaviour?
Gold star.
What's this?
Oh, uh, I had Tiner e-mail me all the ongoing cases at the office.
- Just to keep up to date. - Bud, don't push it.
I have to get back, Harriet.
I know. But you also need time.
I've had time.
I just can't sit around here all day doing nothing.
I wouldn't exactly call this nothing.
ALBRECHT [ON RECORDING]: Control. I'm experiencing blurred vision.
Numbness. Definitely hypoxia.
MAN [ON RECORDING]: 220, are you still on backup O2?
ALBRECHT: Affirmative. I'm at 36... No, 35,000 feet.
Damn it, my eyes are fuzzy.
MAN: Hang in there, 220.
He did a hell of job bringing his bird home.
Do you have any idea what went wrong, CAG?
Senior chief, that's your area.
The post-flight inspection by the Mishap Review Board
turned up contaminant residue
around a seal in the O2 bottle fitting, sir.
So then it looks as though the liquid oxygen system was tainted.
That's a preliminary evaluation, commander.
We'll know when we see the tox screen on the pilot and RIO.
Senior chief will supply you with maintenance records.
Shipboard JAG has all tapes and flight data.
I run a tight air group here, commander.
Whoever is responsible, I want them out.
Understood, CAG, senior chief.
SINGLEY: When you do interviews, might wanna pay special attention
to the plane captain, Petty Officer Moritz.
Any particular reason I'd wanna do that, senior chief?
There have been a few minor screwups on his watch as of late.
I'm saying this isn't the first mistake, but it's definitely the worst.
- This is more than a mistake. - Yes, sir.
HARM: Your RIO, Commander Zuzello,
showed signs of hypoxia long before you.
Any reason why?
Thirty-nine versus 29, sir. Guess youth was on my side.
Commander Zuzello was having an early retirement this month.
This was our last mission together.
I heard the playback.
It sounded like you two had a bit of a send-off.
We had a few. Within the rules, sir.
Look, lieutenant, something is not adding up.
What is it?
[ALBRECHT SIGHS]
I guess you'll find out anyway, sir.
During his last physiology eval,
Zoomer squeaked by on the hypoxia demo.
It's one of the reasons he wanted to quit, sir.
But he did pass.
You and the commander were close?
Yes, sir.
I met Zoomer when I was an airman working the flight line.
He was the one that convinced me I could be an officer, an aviator.
I just keep thinking if I could have gotten us down faster...
Well, I'm sure you did everything you could, lieutenant.
Not enough, sir. Zoomer's got a wife and two kids.
Right now I sure don't feel like I did everything I could.
WOMAN: Thank you for coming, colonel.
- And it's Jeannine. MAC: Okay, Jeannine.
Per your request, I've obtained your husband's paperwork from BUPERS.
I wanted to go over your rights as next of kin and legal guardian.
They say he's not in pain, he doesn't feel anything.
I guess I can be grateful for that much.
I'm not making this easy for you.
No, it's okay. It's not easy.
Your husband had a living will drawn up, a protocol.
I know. We each did one.
Then you're familiar with the document?
[SCOFFS]
I read it over once.
According to the protocol, medical decision-making
is to be shared by you and your family physician.
Dr. Muller was here earlier.
He said the likelihood that Phil would regain consciousness
is slim at best.
[SOBBING]
When I had the wills drawn up,
I never pictured I would have to make a decision.
I know that sounds crazy. He's the one up there in danger.
No, it's not crazy.
Do you believe in miracles, colonel?
Well, in my heart, I believe anything is possible.
I also know that miracles are rare.
You think I should face the facts?
I think you should do what your heart tells you.
Your heart tells you anything's possible.
I wanna believe that.
MORITZ: I feel awful about what happened, sir.
Commander Zuzello was a good officer, a standup guy.
I mean, I'm the plane captain.
I'm responsible for the maintenance on that aircraft.
HARM: Did you know that a post-flight check by the Mishap Review Board
revealed contaminant in the O2 seal?
MORITZ: I heard that, sir.
Any idea how it might have got there?
Installing a new O2 bottle, sir,
it's usually as easy as swapping in a fresh propane tank on your barbecue.
But the fitting that attaches to the oxygen bottle on that plane
tends to stick.
- Well, every plane has its quirks, huh? - Yes, sir.
I recommended to the AME he squirt a little graphite on the threads
when he was swapping in the new O2 bottle.
- Did he? - Didn't get a chance.
He was working the wrench, took his gloves off.
I warned him, but liquid oxygen leaked out.
Burned his hand pretty bad.
What happened then?
I sent him to sickbay. Did the job myself.
So you installed the new O2 bottle?
We all got to chip in, do our share these days, sir.
The war.
Did you use graphite?
I squirted some on the fitting, sir, but none got in.
And I wiped the residue. I'm sure of it, sir.
This isn't the only incident that happened on your watch,
is it, petty officer?
I don't see how that's relevant, sir.
Look, nobody's pointing a finger.
I'm the investigating officer. I'm expected to ask some questions.
Sorry, sir.
It's true. I've made some mistakes the past few months.
I've had distractions back home, and I've let some things slip.
Small stuff, sir.
Not logging my aircraft off on time. Forgetting to log fuel samples.
But nothing like this.
If there was contaminant in the O2, sir, I don't know how it got there.
MAC: His parents came earlier.
She wanted them here when she signed the forms.
The doctors turned off the monitors before they brought the kids in.
CHEGWIDDEN: It's hard enough on them as it is.
I'm not sure what I'd do, sir. Whether I'd make the right choice.
Colonel, I don't know if there are any right choices.
HARM: I came as soon as I could, sir.
Mac, I just got in on the COD. I had to finish my report.
The tox screen came back on the pilot and the RIO.
Chemical analysis shows graphite-based toxins in the blood.
So the oxygen supply was tainted?
It appears as though the contaminant slowly froze in the O2 lines,
cutting off the flow of oxygen until the system eventually shut down.
The RIO went first, and the pilot was able to remain conscious
long enough to switch over to his backup O2.
Do you think the plane captain is responsible?
It appears that way, sir.
She told me she had a nightmare. She saw it happen in a dream.
I don't know which is worse,
to kiss your husband goodbye and never see him again,
or this.
Commander, you may have to amend your report.
This just went from dereliction of duty to negligent homicide.
The convening authority received your report, commander.
He wants an Article 32.
He's preferring charges of dereliction of duty and negligent homicide
against the, uh, plane captain, Petty Officer Moritz.
Based on the evidence, sir, I'd say it's a lock.
I'm sorry to hear that.
What, sir?
Persuade yourself differently, commander.
You will be defending.
Colonel, you'll prosecute.
Sir, this guy is a screwup. You want me to defend him?
- I'd rather take him out... - I'm compelled to support the gist
of the commander's position, sir.
He is the one who recommended charges.
Are you two finished?
- Not quite, sir. - Yes, sir.
Frankly, admiral, I'm not sure I can be objective.
This man's negligence is responsible for the death of a good officer.
Commander, Petty Officer Moritz requested you.
He wanted the commander to defend him?
- Does he have a death wish? - What...
No... You know what I mean.
I don't know why you're approving this.
Commander, this is not a discussion.
I suggest whatever feelings you have as an aviator,
check them at the door before you enter that courtroom.
Aye, aye, sir.
Good morning. If you wanna talk to the admiral, he's out.
Actually, Tiner, I'd like to talk to you.
TINER [OVER PHONE]: Certainly, ma'am.
How's the lieutenant doing?
He's fine, Tiner. But you know what, he'd be doing a lot better
if you would stop opening your e-mail file
drawer and sending him an entire week's worth of cases.
Ma'am, the lieutenant asked me to...
Tiner, I know what he asked you. I'm asking you to stop.
That's not what he needs right now, okay?
Yes, ma'am. Sorry, lieutenant. From here on, the file drawer's closed.
SIMS: Thank you. - Ma'am,
what do I say when he calls?
Just, uh, tell him it's a new security procedure,
and if he has any questions, he can ask the admiral.
And if he wants to talk to him?
SIMS: Tell him the admiral's out.
Yes, ma'am.
As you were.
The government will try to establish a pattern of behaviour,
Petty Officer Moritz.
Past acts of negligence.
You referred to problems at home.
Yes, sir.
It started about eight months ago.
After my wife had our daughter, she got depressed.
Every time we talked or e-mailed, her mood worried me, sir.
It affected your performance.
Yes, sir.
I know it's no excuse.
It's not.
But if our back's against the wall, it may help mitigate sentencing.
You're skipping to sentencing, sir?
Facts are against you, petty officer.
Besides the issue of you spending the last eight months
making yourself look bad.
Those were minor screwups, sir.
Well, this one wasn't.
The tainting of the LOX breathing system in an F-14,
which can be traced directly back to you.
You sound like a prosecutor, sir.
If you think that this is bad, wait till this thing goes to court martial
and the members hear about a widow and two children left fatherless.
I get the picture, sir.
You're my lawyer, what do you suggest?
We cut a deal now.
But I didn't do it, sir.
Why did you request me, petty officer?
I served on the Seahawk, sir, with Lieutenant Mark Gordon.
You remember the name, sir?
HARM: Yeah. I defended the lieutenant
when his 14 clipped a helo in the Italian Alps.
The lieutenant said if I ever got in trouble, you're the man.
You won that case, sir.
The lieutenant had a case, petty officer.
- What happens if I take the deal, sir? - Discharge.
We can negotiate down the term of confinement.
Confinement?
A reduction in rate is one thing, sir.
I'm sorry about Commander Zuzello,
but I've got a kid of my own at home and a wife who needs me.
I can't do it, sir.
Then we go to court.
Airman Brant, you worked with Petty Officer Moritz on the night in question?
Yes, ma'am. Uh, we were prepping for a morning mission.
I was putting a new LOX bottle in his plane.
Is that when you had the accident?
Uh, yes, ma'am.
I was having trouble with the bottle, I took my glove off to get a better grip.
Liquid oxygen leaked out and burned my hand.
- What happened then? - I near passed out.
Petty Officer Moritz sat me down
told one of the blue shirts to take me to sickbay.
- That's when he took over for you? - Yes, ma'am.
He went over the O2 fitting with some graphite.
Put the bottle in right quick.
Why didn't you use graphite?
I know you gotta be careful with that stuff, ma'am.
You get any in the LOX system, you can have trouble in the air.
MAC: Thank you, Airman Brant.
Senior chief, you conducted your own post-flight check
after the mishap, correct?
- Yes, ma'am. MAC: What did you find?
We found graphite in the oxygen bottle seals,
also in the lines.
Same stuff Petty Officer Moritz was using.
Based on your knowledge of the system,
could this have been enough to cause a malfunction in flight?
Contaminants ice up, they disrupt the oxygen flow.
Eventually they shut the whole thing down, ma'am.
And the effect on an aircrew?
Hypoxia, ma'am.
A loss of oxygen to the brain and the tissues.
At altitude you need 100 percent oxygen.
Any compromising of that, well, you got big troubles, ma'am.
You referred to the past negligence of Petty Officer Moritz.
Can you elaborate?
The past few months, he's been lax with his schedules
and his record keeping, ma'am.
MAC: Was there any fallout? SINGLEY: Mostly no, ma'am.
Although last month, a pilot during a pre-flight check
found his backup O2 empty.
Not a minor snafu, am I correct?
If the backup oxygen had been empty on this mission, ma'am,
we would have lost both men and a $38 million aircraft.
Thank you, senior chief.
Given your doubts about the petty officer,
why leave him on the flight line?
SINGLEY: We're spread thin, sir.
We have deployments in the Gulf, Asia.
Well, you obviously felt he was capable of doing his job.
Until about eight months ago, I would have trusted him with anything.
But now, I had no choice. I had to maintain proper crew strength.
I have no further questions.
HELFMAN: You may step down, senior chief.
Not exactly a ringing endorsement, sir.
I told you it would be an uphill battle, petty officer.
BUD: No, just tell him that I called.
Thank you.
Who was that, sweetie?
Oh, uh, nobody. Doctor's office.
I called him this morning.
- The doctor? - Mm-hm.
Why?
I wanted to check your physical therapy schedule for next week.
He said that you weren't there this week
because you had soreness in your extremity,
from overdoing.
And if you didn't rest, you'd be risking a setback.
He's just being conservative.
More like realistic.
Bud, why didn't you tell me?
[SCOFFS]
This. This is why.
Well, you lied to me.
Well, I've got company.
At least I don't have other people doing my dirty work for me.
What are you talking about?
The admiral has been out for three days?
I was just trying to protect you. You have enough challenges.
The only challenge that I have right now, Harriet,
is getting back out into the real world and out of this palace.
I mean, come on. Look at the size of that TV.
Everything I have done and everything I am doing,
I am doing for you.
Well, I got news for you, Harriet. It's my life.
Leave the doing to me, okay?
MAC: I know this is hard, lieutenant. Take us through it as best you can.
ALBRECHT: Yes, ma'am. We were level at 45,000 feet and initiating our run.
And that's when I noticed Commander Zuzello
showing signs of hypoxia, ma'am.
Did you experience any effects?
It came on me slower, ma'am.
MAC: And what happened next?
After the low ox light came on,
I made an emergency descent to 10,000 feet.
I had numbness, blurred vision, but I was able to get on backup O2.
It helped clear my head.
Well, I descended as fast as I could,
but Zoomer, uh, Commander Zuzello, ma'am, he, uh...
You're assistant maintenance officer.
Did you ever see Petty Officer Moritz using graphite
when he was working on planes?
Yes, ma'am. But that's not unusual.
Thank you, lieutenant.
If I may, I'd like to say something, commander.
Go ahead, lieutenant.
Flying is a dangerous business, ma'am.
People make mistakes, but machines are imperfect too.
We all know that. We all accept it.
I'm not looking to blame anybody.
Thank you, lieutenant.
He left the door open, sir.
This is one door best left where it is.
Commander, your witness?
I have no questions for this witness, Your Honour.
HELFMAN: Lieutenant, you may step down.
Court is adjourned until 0930 tomorrow.
[GAVEL BANGS]
HARM: Admiral.
Commander. Did I miss the memo?
Have a seat, commander.
Is there a problem, sir?
The, uh...
Petty Officer Moritz has expressed, uh, reservations
regarding your legal counsel.
The petty officer is accused of killing a RIO.
He thinks, as an aviator, your sympathies tend toward the air,
not the ground.
Is this true, petty officer?
I think I may have misjudged your level of objectivity, commander.
I believe I made an error in judgement as well.
Effective immediately, Commander Turner is taking over.
You will, uh, transfer all documents and files
and sever all relations with this case.
I'm fired, sir?
Commander, I believe the word is severed.
HARM: I guess I'm confused, sir.
You assigned me this case against my objections.
And now you're relieving me?
CHEGWIDDEN: I thought you could rise above your personal feelings.
Apparently I was wrong.
I represented Petty Officer Moritz, sir, to the best of my ability.
I warned him from the beginning that facts were against him.
According to him, you never moved off that position.
You believe that, sir?
Commander, you have a tendency to let your heart lead your head.
I have an issue with that right now.
We're experiencing manpower drain due to deployments.
There's a shortage of military judges.
I was considering putting you and Colonel MacKenzie
up for the position.
As judges?
Temporary assignments. Case by case basis.
The problem is, commander, if I can't be confident
of your unbiased performance at the defence table,
how can I trust you behind the bench?
This was a test, sir?
I haven't discussed this with Colonel MacKenzie yet.
I expect this to stay in this room.
- Am I clear? - Yes, sir.
- That will be all. - Aye, aye, sir.
[DOOR OPENS]
MAC: I just heard you're off the case. You okay?
Yeah.
You know, do me a favour.
Pretend for a minute you're not the prosecutor.
Do you think I was wrong going for the deal?
I can't forget I'm the prosecutor, Harm.
Look, you run on emotion. It's what makes you a good lawyer.
So you think I wasn't objective?
You're an aviator. Maybe subconsciously,
you rushed to a judgement of guilt.
I was doing my job, Mac. I was.
I was doing my job.
[SIGHS]
[BUD GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
HARM: How's my favourite case going?
I've landed on a strategy. You might recognise it.
I took it straight from your preparation notes.
Diffusion of blame. Good luck.
You seemed to think it would work.
Smoke and mirrors will only take you so far, Sturgis.
Man won't take a deal, not much choice.
Computer games?
Tiner helped me programme in the flight data from the mishap.
- F-14. TURNER: Careful, Harm.
I don't think this is the admiral's idea of severed.
- What are you looking at, anyway? - The RIO.
I still don't see how he went from hypoxic symptoms
to an unconscious state so quickly.
Based on the man's last physiology evaluation,
I'm not surprised.
He passed his hypoxia demo, Sturgis.
Barely.
I hope in your diffusion of blame,
you're not planning on blaming the victim.
I've got a client to defend. Whatever it takes.
Thanks for the files.
TURNER: Mr. Newell, your company produces the LO X system
for the F-14 Alpha, is that correct?
Yes, that's right. We also do upgrades
to the newer OBOGS, onboard oxygen generating system.
TURNER: You say "upgrades." Is the OBOGS system better?
Less problematic. The old LOX system requires more handling.
With more handling, does that increase the risk of a mishap?
Marginally, yes. You always run the risk of contamination.
So the system itself is vulnerable?
I guess you could say that.
TURNER: Thank you, Mr. Newell.
Are these the type of gloves you use to handle liquid oxygen, Airman Brant?
Yes, sir.
I don't suppose you could pop in a contact lens
with these babies on, huh?
BRANT: No, sir.
Hard to even pop in a LOX bottle, I'll bet, huh?
I see now why you took them off.
I wouldn't do that again, sir.
Do you remember taking off your gloves any other time that night?
I took them off briefly when I was filling LOX bottles
from the main tank in the hangar deck.
TURNER: Why? - Well, I was having a hard time
getting a grip. I dropped the hose on the deck a couple times.
Aren't there contaminants, oil, dirt, even graphite on that deck?
- Yes, sir. TURNER: Well, isn't it possible
that the contamination happened then?
It is possible, sir.
Thank you, Airman Brant. Your witness.
No questions, Your Honour.
TURNER: Your Honour, I'd like to recall Senior Chief Singley to the stand.
Senior chief,
you said you kept the petty officer on the flight line
to maintain proper crew strength.
- Is that correct? - That's correct, sir.
We were short of plane captains.
Were you aware he was having serious problems at home?
He mentioned it. Yes, sir.
Still, you saw no need to relieve him?
We all have problems, commander, but the job comes first.
You ever had problems at home, senior chief?
Objection. Relevance?
I'm getting there, Your Honour.
Well, get there quickly, commander.
Yes, Your Honour. Senior chief?
I've been married three times. The third time was no charm.
And you're familiar with this request for leave for personal reasons
submitted by the petty officer six months ago?
I remember denying it, sir.
And he submitted it twice more.
I guess the third time wasn't a charm for him either.
SINGLEY: I guess not, sir.
HARM: Oh, I know that look. That's not a good look.
I've seen that look before.
- Is it that obvious? - Never play strip poker.
I'm getting bluffed out of my socks.
HARM: The old diffusion of blame defence.
Yeah. It's working. Next thing you know,
Sturgis will be blaming Albrecht for flying too high.
He was pushing the envelope.
Oh, great. You're ganging up on me.
Hey, listen, I'm off the case, remember? Severed.
MAC: Oh, yeah, what's that?
This? Uh, well...
This is a statement from the pilot
who vectored over to follow Albrecht's plane down.
This is you off the case?
According to this, Mac,
Albrecht's plane was showing signs of wing rock as it descended.
- So? HARM: So one of the reasons
the RIO was without oxygen so long
is because the pilot's rate of descent was slow.
If this was because of control problems...
You're thinking mechanical failure?
We really shouldn't be having this conversation.
You know, it is just a theory.
Uh, excuse me, uh... What's this about a theory?
You two wouldn't be talking about the case, would you?
You are off the case, right, Harm?
Oh, I am so far off this case, Sturgis,
a Hawkeye radar plane couldn't find me.
TURNER: Lieutenant, isn't it true that Commander Zuzello
barely passed his hypoxia demo during his last physiology eval?
Yes, sir. That's correct.
TURNER: In fact, the flight surgeon suggested he quit smoking,
- but he didn't quit, did he? - No, sir.
The Saturday night before you got underway,
you and he went out on the town, is that true?
Commander Zuzello was retiring, sir. This was our last mission together.
And yes, sir, we had a few.
Alcohol and carbon monoxide in the blood, even in minute amounts,
- can hasten hypoxia, correct? ALBRECHT: Yes, sir.
According to the tox screen, Commander Zuzello
had a carbon monoxide level of 11 percent per carboxyhemoglobin,
and a blood alcohol level of.009.
And this is fine if you're driving a car,
but in an F-14 with a compromised oxygen system...
Commander Zuzello didn't do anything wrong.
Wrong, no. But for a man who nearly failed his hypoxia demo,
smoking and drinking the night before a mission,
wouldn't you consider this unwise, lieutenant?
It's easy to judge now, sir.
It's also easy to blame someone who's not here to defend himself.
You say you saw the first signs of hypoxia
- at 45,000 feet? ALBRECHT: Yes, sir. That's true.
Forty-five thousand feet's pushing the envelope. Weren't you hot-dogging it?
- Objection. - I'll rephrase, Your Honour.
Lieutenant, isn't 25, even 30,000 feet
a more conventional operational altitude?
I guess so, sir.
TURNER: Would you concede the extra time it took
to descend from such an altitude
might have contributed to Commander Zuzello's death?
I won't deny we were flying high, sir.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Nothing further.
Lieutenant, were you aware that a pilot who followed you as you dove
detected a slight wing rock?
No, ma'am, but it's possible. I was concentrating on getting down.
If you did have wing rock,
- the drag would slow the plane? ALBRECHT: Yes, ma'am.
Have you ever experienced a Roll SAS malfunction
in a plane, lieutenant?
No, ma'am. But I'm familiar with it. Roll SAS holds the wing steady.
And when it fails?
It causes wing rock, ma'am.
Isn't it possible that the reason your descent was slowed was not you,
but your aircraft, a malfunction?
Objection, Your Honour. This sounds like pure speculation.
MAC: Commander Turner's floated his theories, Your Honour.
I'll allow it for now, colonel.
You may answer the question, lieutenant.
It's possible there was a malfunction, ma'am. Yes.
Who's responsible for checking all flight controls on the aircraft?
Petty Officer Moritz, ma'am.
MAC: Thank you, lieutenant.
Your Honour, may we approach?
Your Honour, I believe there has been a breach of Rule 502.
I witnessed a conversation between Colonel MacKenzie
and Commander Rabb I believe was prejudicial to my client.
- You've gotta be joking. - I don't see anyone laughing, colonel.
Your Honour, if there's been misconduct,
and I believe there has,
it would not only be within my rights but my sworn duty
to move that this case be dismissed.
MAC: Dismiss the case, sir?
Sir, the colonel and I had one conversation
concerning a theory I have on the mishap.
A charge of inappropriate contact's ridiculous.
Commander, I distinctly remember dismissing you from this case.
Well, now I know what you meant by "whatever it takes," Sturgis.
You're the one out of order. Both of you.
At least the colonel's efforts were in service of the truth.
- What was yours in service to, pride? CHEGWIDDEN: Enough.
This theory, explain it.
Sir, I believe there's more to this mishap
than just a failure of the breathing system.
And I think I can prove that.
Does this involve a trip to a carrier?
Admiral, you stressed objectivity, sir.
I believe the blame for this mishap
does not rest solely on the shoulders of the plane captain.
Something else went wrong up there.
[SIGHS]
Judge Helfman will take a couple of days
to consider Commander Turner's motion.
Is that a "yes," sir?
Commander, you're already bucking for an enquiry into your conduct.
Just don't push it.
I can't believe you'd go in a plane you think is unstable.
Who says I'm testing the plane?
MAC: The pilot? - There was cloud cover that day, Mac.
I think maybe the pilot got disoriented.
You're the one who jumped on the "mechanical failure" bandwagon.
I can't believe you'd go with a guy you think is unstable.
I'm not gonna tell him that.
Next suicide mission, just tell me about it after you get back.
Do I give you nightmares?
- What? - I have to talk to someone.
Just be safe up there, Harm.
MAC: Jeannine, you said that you had a nightmare
before the mishap, almost a premonition.
Do you know what was behind it?
A few months ago, Phil mentioned a close call.
It's been on my mind, I guess.
- Do you know what kind of close call? - No.
And it's weird. He usually confided in me.
[PHONE RINGING]
And what's weirder is when I asked Sam, Lieutenant Albrecht, about it,
he said he didn't remember.
- Hello? WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: Hi, honey.
Hi, Mom.
WOMAN: Are you almost packed? - Yeah, about halfway.
I just don't know what to do with Phil's stuff.
Tommy may want it someday.
Ugh, it's just so hard.
Do you think you could take the kids on Sunday?
I might want some time alone at the cemetery.
Mom, I got someone here. I gotta go.
Thanks. Bye.
- Isn't this...? - Lieutenant Albrecht.
Well, he was an airman then.
Phil and the lieutenant served together on the Seahawk.
Your husband knew the lieutenant a long time.
Almost as long as me.
I dated Sam, well, Lieutenant Albrecht, before Phil.
Wow, how did that happen?
The lieutenant brought me to the squadron picnic.
Phil was there. We met.
The rest is history.
The lieutenant was okay with a friend stealing his girl?
Oh, it was no big deal, colonel.
The lieutenant and I only went out a couple of times.
We all stayed friends.
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]
Okay, commander, you ready to tee up this mulligan?
Ready, CAG.
CAG [OVER RADIO]: The launch system's been replaced.
But if you're chasing a Roll SAS glitch,
the ghost should still be in the machine.
And remember, commander, this is a controlled test.
Aye, aye, CAG.
- Are you set, lieutenant? - As set as I'll ever be, sir.
Just do what you did, lieutenant.
Liberty control, this is Boxcar 220, up and ready.
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Roger, 220. You are prepared to launch.
- Here's the lieutenant's file. MAC: Thank you.
Commander, look at this.
Before he was selected for OCS,
Albrecht served on the Seahawk on the flight line.
Before that, he was a LOX tech.
Mac, you think Albrecht would kill his friend
over a woman he lost years ago?
I think his friend took something from him,
maybe he was gonna do it again.
Well, if Albrecht does have a problem,
his RIO might've threatened to report it. Motive.
Means, opportunity. He knows LOX systems.
Could make his move during a pre-flight check.
The petty officer's record made him the perfect fall guy.
Still a long shot. What else?
Then let's go flying.
HARM: Push it, lieutenant. Steeper climb.
ALBRECHT: Must be the Roll SAS, sir.
We're looking for a failure.
I think we just found it.
HARM: Let's level off at Angels 45, lieutenant.
See what this bird does when she drops.
ALBRECHT: Roger, sir.
MAC: Tiner, is this the simulation you and the commander were running?
TINER: This is it, ma'am. - How does it work?
Well, the F-14 Alpha doesn't really have a black box
so we loaded in flight data from the CIC records.
We're going faster than real time here, ma'am, but you get the idea.
Albrecht plunged from 10,000 feet to 45,000
in about a minute and a half, then levels off.
He starts his run, but he breaks off. He radios a LOX failure.
Yes, sir. He initiates an emergency descent.
It takes another minute to get down to breathable air.
Something doesn't add up.
TURNER: What's the problem?
According to inspection by the Mishap Review Board,
Albrecht used five minutes of backup oxygen.
But it took one minute to make his descent.
So, what happened to those four minutes?
How long was the lieutenant cruising at altitude, Tiner?
Three minutes, sir.
Oh, come on, Mac. You not thinking that...?
Albrecht was on his backup oxygen the whole time.
The LOX failure happened before he radioed the mayday,
three minutes before. He killed him.
Zuzello was his RIO, Mac. His friend.
And he cruised for four minutes on oxygen
while he watched his friend slip away.
ALBRECHT: Level at Angels 45, sir.
HARM: Showtime, lieutenant. Snap her over. Emergency descent,
60 degrees through the clouds.
ALBRECHT: Roger, sir.
HARM: Roll 10 degrees right, lieutenant. And hold it.
Hold it, lieutenant. You're losing control.
ALBRECHT: I got it, sir.
HARM: You're rolling, lieutenant. We're upside down.
ALBRECHT: No, we're not, sir.
HARM: Losing altitude. We're heading toward the water.
ALBRECHT: I'm gonna level off, sir, 9,000 feet.
HARM: Pull back on the stick or we're dead.
Get on your instruments. That's an order.
Bring your throttle to idle. Right rudder. Do it.
All right, check your wings. Look at the turn bank indicator.
- Look at your attitude gyro. - I'm on it.
HARM: Open the speed brakes, lieutenant.
Now pull back on the stick.
I don't know what happened, sir. I guess I'm still a little saddle sore.
Let's take this bird home, lieutenant.
ALBRECHT: Sir, I admit I lost it for a second up there.
I guess it was that Roll SAS malfunction.
There was no Roll SAS malfunction, lieutenant.
- You have vertigo. - I don't know what you're talking about.
My guess is it's an inner ear imbalance.
I see you hiding it from the flight surgeon,
but you couldn't hide it from your RIO?
You are way out of line, sir.
How did you pull it off, anyway, lieutenant?
Did you slip down to the hangar deck during pre-flight
- and squirt a little graphite in the O2? - Zoomer was my friend, sir.
What was it like watching him die?
Even if that were true, commander, you can't prove any of this.
I'll find a way, lieutenant.
Someone already has.
Message from Colonel MacKenzie.
Commander, would you read the lieutenant his Article 31 rights?
I think he already knows the charges.
[TINER GRUNTS]
HARM: Ah...
Now you know. Driving a plane's not that easy,
- is it? TINER: No, sir.
How was the meeting with Judge Helfman?
Well, I'm still a lawyer.
Mac, check this out.
MORITZ: Commander? Colonel?
I heard what you did for me. Thank you.
You'll receive our bill soon.
[HARM CHUCKLES]
I hear you have some free time coming.
- Thirty days leave, sir. HARM: Good luck.
Sir, ma'am, sir.
Are you gonna let me off the hook that easy?
Ah, well, you buy me a beer and we'll talk about it.
Hey, done.
BUD: Somebody order a double anchovy?
- Bud. Harriet. TURNER: Hey.
- Hey. BUD: Everything looks the same.
I heard Lieutenant Singer was using my office.
Yeah, we brought in a witch doctor to cast out the evil spirits. Ha, ha.
You look good, Bud.
- Thank you, sir. CHEGWIDDEN: I agree.
- So you're, uh, delivering pizza now? - Yes, sir.
Well, would you like a piece, admiral?
CHEGWIDDEN: No, thanks.
Oh, lieutenant, uh, next time you're in the office,
I expect to see you without those crutches.
Aye, aye, sir.
[HARM CHUCKLES]