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[Rabb] Previously onJAG...
Nice of them to invite us to groundbreaking, sir.
Well, we did give them money for a new school.
-Which we blew up. -Accidentally.
Oh, my God; aren't there mines out there?
Maybe they've cleared them, sir.
Go get someone from the village.
-Right away, sir. -Hey! Hey, little buddy!
Hey! Whoa, whoa!
No! Don't, don't move.
It's okay. No. D-don't... don't move.
Someone help me! I need help!
Over here! Over here!
Oh, God. Lieutenant!
Lieutenant, it's Coates. You're going to be okay.
S-save... th-the boy.
[shuddering]
The boy's okay. He's okay, Lieutenant.
[shuddering]
-[gagging] -[Coates] Oh, God!
It's just dirt, guys swallow it sometimes when they get shelled.
I radioed for a medevac.
-It'll be here in ten. -No time, we'll use our helo.
He needs a medevac, with proper equipment, a corpsman.
He's got to go now,Sergeant!
[grunts]
[theme music playing]
Hang on, Lieutenant.
In light of the recent threats, US forces remain,
pursuing remnants of the shattered Taliban regime
and fleeing Al Qaeda.
With the latest on the war on terror
I'm Stuart Dunston, live from Afghanistan.
[man] Let's go, let's go; he's losing a lot of blood!
-What happened? -[man] Stepped on a land mine.
Lieutenant Roberts?
Land mine injury with traumatic amputation; right lower leg.
[man 1] Get him on the table, let's have a look.
-Take this up. -We got it.
Lost a lot of blood.
-[man 1] The gurney's over here. -He's in shock.
[man 1] Corporal, get an I.V.
[man 2] Unconscious, but pupils are reactive.
Airway's clear, breathing's labored but steady
Go ahead and clean this up, give me six of O2
ringer's wide open, and two units of O-neg.
And I need tubes for the nose and hose.
Sawyer, start a dopamine drip.
-Thermazine dressing, sir? -Double time.
Starting my cut.
-How are his vitals? -Systolic's 60, heart rate 145.
Removing foreign materials.
I got sticks and stones and bits of bones.
Give me a saline wash.
[man] You heard him; get on it.
Removing blood clot cloth from the uniform.
Systolic is 63, heart rate 136.
-What's his name? -Lieutenant Roberts.
[man 1] Systolic's dropping.
Come on, Lieutenant Roberts, get with the program.
-[knock on door] -Who is it?
[Rabb] Harm.
Uh, just a second.
[Rabb] Come on, Mac, what are you doing? Open up.
Uh, packing.
[Rabb] Well, open up; let me help.
I'm also dressing.
[Rabb] I can help with that, too.
[MacKenzie] Put you on a carrier
and you revert to...
Um, a truly considerate fellow officer.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
I was going to pick these up on the way to the COD.
Sturgis is heloing in from the Watertown.
I thought you might like to join me on the flight deck
in giving him a hero's welcome.
What's the problem?
Oh, I-I only have room for one book.
You sure you can't fit them both in?
No, I'm packed too tight.
I only have room for one.
Nelson De Mille, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Tom Clancy.
They're both bookmarked halfway through.
Yeah, I'm reading both at the same time.
-You're kidding. -Sometimes I read five or six books at once.
-What's wrong with that? -Well, nothing except
when you can't fit 'em in your luggage.
Can you take one?
I'm packed as tightly as you are.
I know.
Harm!
Just take the halves you haven't read.
[scoffs]
Come on, we got to go-- throw your shoes on.
[sighs]
[Senator Sheffield] Mr. Secretary
you had intelligence on a potential terrorist strike
-against the Seahawk carrier group, did you not? -Yes, sir.
You then mounted an operation spearheaded by JAG officers
to thwart that attack?
Yes, sir, a successful operation, Senator.
Barely.
You did not bring in senior Naval Intelligence
or CIA personnel as part of that operation, is that correct?
Not during the initial investigation, no, sir.
[sighs] Lieutenant, we're about to be
in the middle of an old-fashioned witch hunt.
Surely they're not hunting us, sir?
Don't you hear the hounds baying?
[reporter] ...a breaking news story
from our correspondent Stuart Dunston in Afghanistan.
Marie, I'm at a Marine Base Camp in Kandahar
where there's been a new casualty in the war on terrorism.
A JAG officer has been critically injured by a land mine.
JAGs are here to advise commanders on rules of engagement.
[reporter] Not someone you'd expect to see as a casualty.
Land mines aren't selective, Marie.
[reporter] We'll have more for you on this story as it develops.
Now we continue with our...
Ma'am?
Tiner?
The admiral would like to see you.
[beeping]
You wanted to see me, sir?
Have a seat.
Something wrong, sir?
The news has just reported that a JAG officer was injured in Afghanistan.
Now, before you go jumping
to any conclusion here, remember Bud's aboard the Seahawk
along with Rabb and MacKenzie.
There's a number of Army and Air Force JAGs in country.
Bud's all right, sir.
I mean, don't people just know
when someone they're really close to gets hurt?
Harriet, as soon as I learn something you'll be the first to know.
Thank you, sir.
I wouldn't worry if I were you. The JAG officer was injured by a land mine.
Land mine? Well, then it couldn't be Bud, he's at sea.
Most of the time.
[Turner] And I bet they toasted you in all three wardrooms
after that stunt you pulled on Friday.
You were on a sub. How'd you know Harm flew that mission?
I heard a Naval aviator got a cruise missile up his 6:00
and had to fly halfway to India to run it out of fuel.
[chuckles] Only Superman here would be fool enough to pull a stunt like that.
Yeah, well I bet Alec Baldwin would have nailed that sub
before it launched a missile.
Hey, Harm, we tried.
That sub got a missile off just as we...
Who told you about Alec Baldwin?
Lieutenant Singer told everyone at JAG
you convinced the Action Group that you were Alec Baldwin.
Well, actually, she said it was Sean Connery
-but Harriet knew who she meant. -Yeah, Harriet e-mailed Bud.
That's how we found out about it.
But I'm sure with Singer's mouth, half of DC knows by now
you think you're Alec Baldwin.
[laughs] Or Sean Connery.
I will strangle that Lieutenant when we get back.
Well, you have at least 18 hours to wait.
We're in a COD to Bahrain at 1700 and then a commercial jet to DC.
Hardly gives me time to report aboard, let alone shower.
By the way, where's Lieutenant Roberts?
In-country at a school dedication.
Probably having the time of his life.
All right, hustle up. Be careful with the I.V. and the blood bag.
-You got it. -Lieutenant, it's Coates.
I'm with you.
Petty Officer, you can't go with them.
Watch me!
[man] Petty Officer, come with me.
[man] JAG on the bridge.
JAGs reporting as ordered, sir.
At ease. Lieutenant Roberts has been injured in Afghanistan.
-He stepped on a land mine. -How serious is it, Skipper?
His injuries are too severe to risk airlifting him to Germany.
Will he be heloed here or to the LHA, sir?
Guadalcanal, her facilities and doctors are in place for this type of ground injury.
Request an immediate helo to the Guadalcanal, sir, for the three of us.
Commander, you are all under orders to travel.
Your COD leaves for Bahrain in less than an hour.
I know how close you are to the lieutenant...
there's simply not enough time.
-Sir... -Understood.
Permission to leave the bridge, sir?
Granted.
Harm, we can't leave not knowing if Bud's going to make it.
-Orders are orders,Mac. -Until they're changed.
Admiral, it's Commander Rabb aboard the Seahawk,sir.
Tell me it wasn't Bud.
-[door closes] -Damn it.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Commander, I, I can't spare all of you.
One can stay as a... SeahawkJAG to rep...
[sighs]
...replace Roberts.
Decide who that'll be and keep me informed.
Have you given much thought to your career,
specifically, your next duty assignment?
I can get you orders to a ship
or overseas shore duty.
Either assignment will be a step up for you
and put you on an excellent career path.
I like it here, sir. Harriet and I are talk...
Lieutenant Sims and I are talking about buying a house.
A.J. loves his preschool.
Things change, Lieutenant.
Mission statements change and we change with them...
...or get left behind.
Tiner.
Sir?
Ask Lieutenant Sims to come see me, please.
Tiner.
Sorry, sir. Aye, aye, sir.
[sighs]
Well?
One of us is to remain on board to fill Bud's billet.
The original orders stand for the other two.
Who stays?
That's up to us.
You've both known Bud longer; I'll go.
So, you want to flip for it?
No, you can have Bud's billet.
You sure you don't want to flip?
-Positive. -[Turner] Hey, you, uh...
-you give Bud my best, huh? -Yeah, will do.
-Harm, let's go. -I'm not going.
I thought you just said that I was staying as acting JAG.
-You are. -[MacKenzie] Then what are youdoing?
He's disobeying orders.
[MacKenzie] No, no, no-- if you're not going
you're taking Bud's place.
Fine; give Harriet a hug for me, then, will you?
I'm not leaving.
-[Rabb] Then you're acting JAG. -Not unless you're on that COD.
-I can't do it, Mac. -[MacKenzie] Neither can I.
You two hear yourselves?
Look, I'm not going to let you throw your career away
by disobeying a direct order.
And I won't let you play Superman this time, Harm.
This, this is sheer lunacy. I'm out of here.
Yes, sir?
The injured JAG is Bud.
He's alive...
they're treating him.
How badly is he hurt, sir?
Harriet...
he's in critical condition. He's lost a leg.
[gasping]
[crying]
[man 1] I've got Lieutenant Bud Roberts.
He's lost a leg. Breathing's labored. Pulse 135.
Pressure 90/60 and dropping fast...
[man 2] Get the bag out and...
-[Chegwidden] Tiner will drive you home. -That's quite all right, sir.
The baby-sitter's there. I have a lot of work to do.
Lieutenant, you go home to your son.
I'd drive you myself but Singer and I are due to testify
in front of the Senate hearings in 20 minutes.
Sir, I am perfectly capable of driving myself home.
Yes, you are, but you will not. You will give your keys to Tiner
and he will get your vehicle to you.
-Thank you, sir. -You're welcome.
-[reporter] ...trying to save the life of an Afghan child. -Turn this up.
[Stuart] I'm standing at the very spot where Lieutenant Roberts was
injured by a land mine. It's now been cleared by Army engineers
but earlier today, it was a deadly trap for the unwary.
Lieutenant Roberts was coming here to represent the Navy
at the ground-breaking for a school
to replace one destroyed in the war.
On his way to that ceremony, he saw a boy,
this boy, Kareem Yusefi, playing in the field.
Having been warned that only the road was free of mines,
Lieutenant Roberts assumed Kareem was in grave danger
and attempted to extract him from the field.
In doing that, he stepped on a mine.
Ironically, like all the locals,
Kareem knew the precise location of these mines.
He was never in danger at all.
-[nurse 1] Pressure dropping. Breathing labored. -Where's anesthesia?
-[nurse 1] On his way, ma'am. -Well, we have to intubate now.
[nurse 2] Aye, aye, ma'am.
[man 1] Pressure's 90/64.
[man 2] I've got bleeding from the good leg
-andthe bad one. -[woman] Then stop it.
[man 2] Yes, ma'am.
[woman] ET tube. You're bagging, Scotty.
-[Scotty] Aye, aye, ma'am. -[nurse 2] Heart rate dropping, ma'am.
[woman] All right, we're set.
Let's a get a look at those pipes.
Scope.
[beeping]
I've got edema. Airways closing. Suction?
[nurse 2] Systolic is 80. Pulse, 102.
[woman] Fifteen liters, O2. Dopamine drip.
Anesthesia's here.
-Who's our guest? -[woman] Lieutenant Bud Roberts.
JAG officer from the Seahawk.
[man 1] How did a JAG get his leg blown off?
[woman] Stepped on a mine. Take him down, Lieutenant.
[man 2] Aye, aye, ma'am.
-Five of versed. -[nurse 2] BP 76/58.
[woman] That sucks. Increase dopamine to seven mics per minute.
-[nurse 1] Aye, aye, ma'am. -[woman] Ten blade.
All right, boys and girls.
The name of the game is amputate.
We want a nice, shapely stump when we're done.
Let's hit it.
[whistle blowing]
-How is he? -Bad, sir. Having trouble breathing.
And last I saw, his blood pressure
-was dropping. -How long ago was that?
-About an hour. -Well, if they hadn't gotten it under control
-we'd know about it by now. -I had my back to him when I heard the explosion.
When I got to him, he was covered with blood and his right leg was gone.
I put on a tourniquet but it wouldn't stop bleeding.
All I could do was get him out to the helo as fast as possible.
Well, it sounds like you saved his life, Petty Officer.
Not if he doesn't make it.
He'll make it.
He'll make it.
[Roberts] I was, uh...
wondering if you could look at something
-in Commander Rabb's office. -Commander Rabb's office?
Yeah. It's a, uh... I have... uh...
I want your opinion on a question of, uh, protocol.
Okay.
Is everything, okay, Bud? You're acting a little weirder than usual.
Uh, you'd be acting weird, too, if... you had this in your pocket.
Bud, I don't this is the time or the place...
[paperwork falling]
Oh.
Are-are you going to open it?
It's so...
empty.
It's-it's empty.
[nervous laugh]
There's... It's empty.
Uh...
[blows air]
It's not the Hope diamond, but...
Oh.
Uh.
[doorbell ringing]
-Mikey! Hey. -Hey.
Hi.
-Any word on Bud? -Oh, nothing new.
-I tried to call you. -Admiral Chegwidden called me
at Annapolis and arranged an emergency leave.
I got here as soon as I could.
[sighs]
-Can I come in? -Yes. I'm sorry.
-This is nice. -Thank you.
Uh, I-I wanted to talk to Big Bud.
I haven't been able to reach him.
You know, I couldn't get him, either
but don't worry. He'll turn up.
I just hope he didn't see it on TV.
I mean, it's better when someone you know tells you.
I don't why. Maybe-maybe to soften the blow
or something like that. Although, I don't know
how you soften the blow of something like that.
I mean, I think the Admiral tried to.
Or maybe he just said it straight out.
I don't... I'm not...
-Harriet? -...sure.
He called me into his office.
Actually, Tiner called me into his office
and then the Admiral told me that Bud was the injured JAG.
And then, I don't know what happened.
-I think it just... -Harriet.
I was in a daze, and I just
walked out the door, and then...
And then I just ran... I ran into that
bitch Singer, and she was just smirking.
She was smirking, and I-I think that she's glad that it happened
because then that will put her over Bud in the promotion list.
Harriet...
I'm wiped out. [laughs]
Would you... would you mind giving me a cup of coffee?
Of course.
I'm sorry.
[sighs]
How do you take it?
Black would be great.
[sighs]
[Senator Sheffield] State your names for the record, please.
Rear Admiral A.J. Chegwidden, sir.
Lieutenant Loren Singer, sir.
[Senator Sheffield] We'll begin with you, Lieutenant Singer.
Uh, what's your duty assignment?
JAG Headquarters, sir.
-You're an attorney? -Yes, sir.
Were you recently assigned to the Arabian Sea Action Group
to handle an investigation into a potential attack
lead by an Al Qaeda terrorist named Kabir?
Yes, sir. I was assigned to assist Admiral Chegwidden.
And it's my understanding that you coordinated
all the intelligence data and the reports
from the investigators on the scene.
I performed to the best of my ability, Senator.
Do you have any prior experience in intelligence analysis?
No, sir, but I'm accustomed to learning new information
on each case and integrating them into my arguments.
I'm sure you are, Lieutenant but that doesn't address the real question here.
You were untrained and untested in intelligence work
yet you held a pivotal role in the Action Group. Yes or no?
Yes, sir.
Are you a trained intelligence analyst,
Admiral?
No, sir, but as a former SEAL
I have training and experience in intelligence gathering.
Would you say your SEAL training and experience is ten years old? Fifteen?
-At least 15, sir. -So, you're rusty
and she's brand new.
On whose orders were the two of you placed at the vanguard
of nuclear crisis?
Secretary of the Navy, sir.
[stomach growling]
When's the last time you ate, Coates?
I'm fine, sir.
Why don't you down the mess hall and grab something to eat?
Sir, really, I'm-I'm not hungry.
It's not a suggestion, Petty Officer. It's an order.
Are you not hearing me?
Yes, sir.
With all due respect, sir, I'm wondering
why you can disobey an order
over your concern for Lieutenant Roberts
and I can't, sir?
Why don't we, uh, eat in shifts, Coates?
You go first, and then you can relieve one of us.
All right? I'll-I'll come for you if we hear anything.
Sounds like a plan, ma'am.
-You know what ticks me off? -That she's right.
That she ignored me and listened to you.
Marines have command presence.
Just once I'd like you not to have a comeback.
I don't have one to Bud dying.
You're not going to need one.
[sighs]
He's going to be okay.
[Scotty] Foreign matter here, ma'am. A quarter and two dimes.
-[woman 1] He's running a fever, ma'am. 101. -[woman 2] Could be infection.
Give him six million units of penicillin stat.
-[woman 1] Aye, aye, ma'am. -[man] I'm on it.
[woman 2] How are those tendons?
[Scotty] Repairing the last of them.
[woman 2] Let me see.
That's good, that's good.
-Redo that one. -[Scotty] Yes, ma'am.
I thought it was a little gnarly.
Scotty, you're not allowed to say "gnarly" outside
of California and if you knew that repair was poor you should have fixed it.
[Scotty] Yes, ma'am. It won't happen again.
-I need some irrigation. -[woman 1] Aye, aye, ma'am.
[woman 2] Scotty, clamp that.
-Hurry up. -[Scotty] Got it, Commander.
-[woman 2] More vascular clamps. -[woman 1] Flying in, ma'am.
[woman 2] Vitals?
[man] 90/40. Pulse 120.
[woman 2] He's getting weaker.
Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.
[Scotty] You think he'll make it, ma'am?
[woman 2] I wouldn't put money on it.
Lieutenant Roberts is resting comfortably
but he's still in critical condition.
[Rabb] He's made it this far. Why wouldn't he make it all the way?
He sustained a great deal of trauma in the field and more when we amputated.
Amputated what, ma'am? He'd already lost his leg.
We had to remove muscle and tissue that couldn't be saved, Petty Officer.
-[MacKenzie] How much? -Just under the knee for now.
For now, ma'am?
If the blood flow can't sustain the muscle and tissue
we left around the amputation
then we'll have to do a revision.
So, he could lose his whole leg.
We're conservative in our approach.
We remove as little as possible and wait and see.
Well, how long do you wait?
We'll know in an hour if we have to do
a revision, and how extensive it will be.
I hope we can save the knee
because it will facilitate his rehabilitation
-if he survives. -When he survives.
-Don't give up on him, Doctor. -I'm not.
I'm just giving you the reality of the situation.
-Can, uh, can we see him? -In a little while.
Ensign Viodine will tell you when.
If you'll excuse me.
She doesn't think he's going to make it.
No, she doesn't.
Tiner, where's the change of orders for the SeahawkJAG?
I don't have it yet, sir.
Y-you don't have the paperwork, or you don't know who stayed?
It's not Commander Turner, sir. He called; he's on his way back.
-Alone? -That's my understanding, sir.
-Damn it, I'll skin them. -Sir, Commander Turner said
Colonel MacKenzie and Commander Rabb
couldn't decide which one should take the JAG billet.
So, they both stayed.
Yes, sir.
Draw up charges for disobeying a direct order.
Sir?
You want to join them, Tiner?
No, sir.
-What? -Sir
-which one do I charge? -Both of them!
Aye, sir.
What is it, Tiner?
Admiral, I was just thinking.
Legally, I believe only one of them has disobeyed an order.
Tiner...
you have a point.
Thank you, sir.
You graduate law school this year, don't you?
Hopefully, sir.
-Staying with us? -Yes, sir.
Well, then, Tiner, why don't you make your
first legal decision.
You decide which one to charge.
Me, sir?
That's right, Tiner, you.
Dismissed!
Aye, aye, sir.
[door shuts]
-Oh. -Excuse me, ma'am.
Keep your eyes on the road next time, Petty Officer.
Aye, aye, ma'am. I'm very sorry.
Why do you have a Practice Guide?
I have an assignment, ma'am.
From the Admiral.
-A legal assignment? -Yes, ma'am.
-What is it? -It concerns Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie.
The Admiral said one of them could stay on board the Seahawk
and, well, actually, at first, Commander Turner
was included, too, but he volunteered to come back to JAG
which left only Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie to...
-Tiner. -Ma'am?
-Cut to the chase. -Yes, ma'am.
Well, between Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie
one was to return to Washington
and one was to stay on board the Seahawk as temporary JAG.
What's the problem?
They both stayed, ma'am.
One of them disobeyed a direct order?
Yes, ma'am, and Admiral Chegwidden
has ordered me to decide which one to charge.
Which one's senior?
Uh, Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie by one month, ma'am.
Then charge Commander Rabb. You cannot go wrong charging a junior officer.
We've got some nice pink here. A little blue, that's just bruising.
-Uh, this is not good. -Purple areas.
-Definitely going necrotic. -It is pretty few and far between, Commander.
[Ferraro] It spreads. Dead tissue breeds dead tissue.
[Preston] Is he strong enough for more surgery, ma'am?
[Ferraro] He doesn't have a choice.
I'm going to go get some coffee. Ma'am, would you like any?
-Black, please. -Sir?
Coffee, sir?
No... uh, thanks.
She's exhausted.
Mr. Roberts, do you know the military protocol
for entering a vehicle with a senior officer?
Sir, yes, sir. One of the first things I learned at NROTC.
When entering a vehicle with a senior officer
the junior officer enters first and the senior officer last, so, when exiting the vehicle
the senior officer can exit first and the junior officer last.
You are the junior officer, Bud.
[Roberts] Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Ma'am, sir, Commander Ferraro says
you may see the Lieutenant for five minutes
-before we operate. -Operate?
We have to do a revision.
Hey, Bud.
Sir.
Ma'am.
You're doing good, Bud.
-You are. -Just great.
Sir...
tell...
Harriet that I love her.
No. You tell her.
Little A.J.'s sleeping so restlessly. It's as if he knows.
I understand, sir. Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
That was Commander Rabb. He spoke to Bud
and Bud said to say that he loves you.
Oh, thank God.
What? Is there more?
They have to amputate more of his leg.
-Why? -Some of the tissue isn't getting enough blood
-so they need to take a little more. -How much more?!
They're trying to save his knee.
But Commander Rabb has a lot of confidence
in the surgeon.
W-well, what if they can't save his knee?
What if they have to take off his whole leg?
And how much more stress can he take in critical condition?
Harriet, Bud's strong. He'll make it.
You don't know that! Nobody knows that!
What's the matter?
Nothing, I'm just dizzy.
I haven't eaten since yesterday so, I guess it's catching up to me.
Well, that's not good.
I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?
I would love a piece of your lemon meringue pie.
Mikey, that would take hours.
You're right; I'm sorry. You know what? Anything will do.
You want lemon meringue pie? You got lemon meringue pie.
But you have to eat a sandwich first.
Deal.
Hey, Buddy, you know, I'm sorry I ran out on you last night.
-What are you talking about? -You would have never left me alone
in the middle of a fight.
[chuckling] Hey, come here.
Okay, look, we got 15 minutes to get to the chapel so, let's get these
Hollywood sunglasses off of you, and...
-It was an accident. -Yeah, the hell it was.
Okay, look, after Harriet and I get married
you're going to come live with us, all right?
You'll go to school here.
Dad wants me to go into the Navy.
The hell with what Dad wants.
Mr. Secretary, why didn't you share your information with the CIA?
We did, Senator, with their assets in the field.
-Is that true, Director Watts? -There was a limited exchange
of information with one field officer, Senator.
However, it was at the impetus of our agent, not theirs.
One field officer? Nothing with anyone on a senior level in Washington?
-No, Senator. -Mr. Secretary, how do you explain that?
It was a rapidly developing situation.
JAG personnel were the only ones
with deep background and experience in dealing with Kabir.
Is that the same reason you didn't involve Naval Intelligence?
Yes, sir.
If I may, Senator, I believe there was another explanation.
[Senator Sheffield] Of course; go ahead, Mr. Director.
The Agency maintains close ties with Naval Intelligence.
In fact, uh, as the Secretary knows, it is required by law
to coordinate with us.
I believe Naval Intelligence
was intentionally left out of the loop
so they couldn't share information with us.
That's a damned lie.
Gentlemen, you'll address this committee
and not each other.
My apologies, Senator.
Mr. Director, do you think it's possible the CIA could have found Kabir
before he was able to fire his Cruise missile at the carrier Seahawk?
I believe it's probable.
[Senator Sheffield] On what basis would you say that?
Lieutenant, you've just seen
a Secretary of the Navy lose his job.
-[Ferraro] Vitals. -Systolic's 82, pulse steady at 120.
-[Ferraro] Check for necrotic tissue. -Aye, aye, ma'am.
None here.
None here either, and good blood flow.
Ma'am, vitals dropping. B.P. 80/60, pulse 130.
-Did you clip all your vessels? -Yes, ma'am.
-Dopamine drip in? -Roger that.
We missed something; an artery.
-How? -I don't know. It's somewhere else.
We need an MRI.
-Lieutenant. -64/40, pulse 150.
Take dopamine to seven mics per minute.
Yes, ma'am.
He's not responding.
Pulse one-five-five.
Damn, we're losing him.
Commander, what are you doing?
He's anesthetized. His body should be cold
except where there's arterial hemorrhage.
Here, betadine. Ensign, belly, now.
Right here.
Ten blade, ma'am.
You're not putting drapes on?
No time. Starting my cut.
-Whoa. -Spleen rupture.
-I hate these. -Should I prep a mesh bag, ma'am?
-No, this spleen can't be saved. -[steady tone]
Code blue.
Charge the paddles to 200.
Charging.
Clear.
Take over.
-Aye, aye, ma'am. -No response.
Take it up to 300.
Aye, aye-- 300 joules, ma'am. Clear.
Still nothing, ma'am.
Give him an amp of epi.
-I'm on it. -[steady tone]
One, two, three and four and five.
Epi's in.
One and two, three, four and five.
Take it up to 360.
Aye, aye, ma'am.
-Clear. -Clearing.
Pupils are fixed.
One and two and three...
Still no response, ma'am.
One and two and three and four...
Nobody's home, ma'am.
[steady tone]
I'm going to call it.
Time of death, 2104.
[Michael] Better hang on.
-[laughing] -I don't know if you guys
are going to wear out my carpet first or your pants.
Yeah, mommy's right.
Horsey tired.
Where's my five?
Yeah, that's it.
Daddy.
Don't you tell us he's dead. Don't you dare tell us that.
Commander! Commander Ferraro!
He just kickstarted himself. Damnedest thing I ever saw.
-Systolic's 80. Pulse 60. -Let's go, boys and girls, we've got a real fighter here.
Daddy come home.
[crying]
-[knocking at door] -Enter.
Commander Turner's here, sir.
Send him in.
Commander Turner reporting as ordered, sir.
-At ease. Welcome home. -Thank you, sir.
-Anything new on the Lieutenant? -Still in surgery.
-Have a seat. -Thank you, sir.
So, who's the new SeahawkJAG and who missed movement?
Well, when I left the Commander and the Colonel,
they were still... discussing that, sir.
Petty Officer Tiner asked me the same question.
Said you ordered him to decide who to charge with disobeying an order.
-I did. -You've given him an impossible assignment.
Sir, he'll never be able to decide who...
[chuckles] Yes, sir.
Commander, you got about a dozen cases in your inbox.
Why don't you go home, get some sleep, start fresh tomorrow.
I'd rather get started now, sir.
-You get some sleep on the flight? -Not really, sir.
Thinking about Bud?
I feel some responsibility for what happened, sir, I...
If I hadn't forced him to address his weight problem...
I couldn't have sent him to a place where he got his leg blown off.
No, Admiral, I didn't mean to suggest in any way that you were responsible, sir.
Of course I am.
You know, I was in, I was in Vietnam.
Had a good friend, a marine captain
who flew helo insertions.
Davy.
Davy, uh, served three tours,
shot down four times, wounded twice,
captured once and escaped.
After the war, flew crop dusters, fire drops,
flew out to off-shore drilling platforms
just about every high-risk helo job you could think of.
Last year he choked to death on a chicken bone on his ranch in Texas.
Cliché aside, when it's your time
it's your time.
Yes, sir.
I suppose all we can do is pray that it's not Lieutenant Roberts' time.
-Amen to that. -[MacKenzie] I wish somebody would tell us something.
Why don't they just tell us something?
-They will as soon as they can, Mac. -They don't care.
My mother died when I was ten.
I'll never forget how the doctor came out and said, "She's gone"
then turned and walked away, just like that.
Basically, "She's dead. Next." Like it was nothing.
Like, like we were nothing.
This doctor cares.
She's doing everything she can for Bud, Coates.
Okay, let's get this belly cleaned out.
Shouldn't we back off and open him up later to finish?
If he flatlines again we won't be getting him back.
Leaving this till later would guarantee infection.
-That'll kill him just as dead. -Pulse 130.
That's too high, Ma'am.
He's going to code again.
Don't talk. Sew.
Pulse 145.
Either your head has gained 50 pounds
or you definitely need
to catch some shuteye, Coates.
I think I'm going to be sick, sir.
Well take a deep breath.
And let it out slowly.
Better?
No, sir, I'm going to hurl.
I've got no necrotic tissue. Good blood flow.
Ditto, Commander.
BP's 86/58. Pulse 120.
[Ferraro] Give him 500 cc's of saline.
Irrigate, Commander?
Everything clamped?
-Yes, ma'am. -Irrigate away.
Come on, stay with us, Lieutenant.
We're almost done.
Colonel, Commander. Lieutenant Roberts
put up one hell of a fight.
And he's stable.
I think his prognosis is excellent, now.
Thank you, Commander.
Well, it was the lieutenant who did it.
He's one hell of a fighter.
Harm?
It's okay.
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