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HAWKES: I don't understand, Boss.

Commander Rabb should have been within a quarter-mile of me.

Lieutenant, what was your heading at ejection?

Um, roughly north by northwest.

We were at 275 knots.

In this storm, set-and-drift are seven knots

and one-three-five degrees true, Skipper.

That would put Commander Rabb

anywhere in this area.

That's 1,800 square miles, sir.

Tiner, give me ZNN on number two

and the Navy and Marine Corps News on number three.

Yes, sir.

Gunny, I need the charts for the Western Atlantic.

I'm on it, Lieutenant.

And the rolling bulletin board.

Aye, sir.

Mm, thank you.

Tables, chairs and linens

arrived at the hall 45 minutes ago.

They're unloading the flowers as we speak.

Why don't we wait and see what happens

before we postpone the wedding, Sarah?

If they find him in the next few hours...

They'll take him to sick bay

and we'll be waiting for a report on his condition.

I have to make some phone calls.

I'll do it.

No, I'll do it.

You stay on top of it.

I'll warm your dinner.

The storm's easing

and the captain has resumed the search in a Viking.

If they find the commander

they got a Seahawk standing by.

"If," sir?

Ceiling's low, visibility's poor, Lieutenant.

REPORTER: ...24 hours.

Inland, rain...

(thunder crashing)

MAN: We're not picking up

his emergency beacon, sir.

We'd have to pass within 50 meters to find him.

What about your radar, Commander?

Closed out, sir.

Sea state's too high.

We're just picking up spray.

REPORTER: We will, of course, have updates on this storm

throughout its duration.

Turning to weather news around the rest...

(loud bang)

Gunny, I'm trying to get

Harm's mother's phone number off the computer

and the cursor froze. Could you help me, please?

Are you planning on calling her, Renee?

Yeah.

I think we should wait until we have news.

We have news.

That's incomplete.

She has a right to know. What his condition is?

We don't have that information yet.

She might want to fly out, Bud.

How would that help the commander?

( screams )

Any luck yet?

Hey, um... close the door.

I've been ignoring you. I'm sorry.

(thunder rumbling)

You okay?

No.

Well, Mac, it's Harm.

Isn't he, like, invincible?

Chloe, it doesn't look good.

What?

You don't talk like that.

I'm just being realistic.

I don't understand you.

I thought you'd already be trying to find him.

He's in the middle of the ocean.

No, like you found me.

When I was thrown by my horse in the woods.

MACKENZIE: Okay, Chloe, I'll try.

I was thinking of you.

And I was on a plane...

I was dreaming...

I saw lightning hitting a tree.

I-I can't do this, Chloe.

Keep trying.

I need your help.

Well, the latest reports have the Viking moving south.

Any particular reason?

Not that I can tell.

Unless they're following the currents south, but...

Look here.

CHEGWIDDEN: She has identified a position

on the ocean chart.

INGLES: Uh, sir, with all due respect

I'm trying to get the best use out of my search assets.

(sighs)

Hold on.

Colonel, I know you've done this once before, but...

If the skipper has a better plan, sir...

Captain, the colonel has a history of success with this.

Believe me, if it was anyone else

hell, I'd be skeptical, too.

The coordinates, sir?

35 degrees, 15 minutes north latitude.

73 degrees, 28 minutes west longitude.

I'll put the suggestion into the mix, Admiral.

Thank you, Captain.

His call.

Thanks for trying, sir.

Boss, where's the Viking?

AIR BOSS: Here, sir.

Viking, this is the captain.

I've got some coordinates for you.

LOFTNESS (over radio): Aye, sir.

Going down below cloud deck.

I'm at 100 feet.

Visibility low.

Commencing search.

Nothing.

Got something!

Drop the SAR buoys.

INGLES: Viking, what do you have?

Stand by, sir.

Viking, do you read?

Aye, sir.

It's an empty raft, sir,

and there's no one in the water.

Come back!

Help!

We'll continue the search

but I don't think I have to explain what a...

an abandoned raft indicates.

Well, thanks for sticking with it, Skipper.

Aye, sir.

Colonel MacKenzie?

Yes, sir.

I don't know what it is you have working

but it's one hell of a gift.

It failed, Captain.

Blame it on timing?

That's one area of my life I never question, sir.

Yes, well, uh, I'm sorry.

We'll keep you abreast.

Thank you, Captain.

(knocking)

Hey, I've been looking for you.

We thought we had Harm

but it was only his raft.

Well, then he must be close.

I'm going to lie down, sir.

BRUMBY: I have your dinner.

I'm not hungry.

Do you want some tea?

Okay.

I don't know what to tell you, Mic.

She's dealing with it in her own way.

That's the problem, sir.

Hi.

Hi.

Where's your son?

He's at your feet.

Oh.

Hi.

Stealthy.

Listen, Bud feels badly about what happened.

I'm okay.

Thanks.

Let's go, sweetie.

Look who's here. Mommy.

How are things in here?

No less depressing.

Is there anything I can do for you, Mic?

I'm all right.

Why aren't you with Mac?

That's a question you'd have to ask her.

Oh.

Have a seat, Mic.

You all right?

How do I look?

Left out.

Get used to it, Renee.

We're members of this family by acquaintance only.

Mayday. Are you there?

Do you read me?

Help! Help!

Commander!

Help! I've got something.

Do you read me?

What are you doing out here?

Eating ziti.

Is it any good?

Microwave sucked the life out of it.

I wish I knew how to make it better for you.

That helped.

You kissed me.

See, it's easy.

All you have to do is sit there.

I need you.

ROBERTS: Colonel, the Admiral needs to see you ASAP.

CHEGWIDDEN: We have everyone?

Yes, sir.

I just got off the phone with Captain Ingles.

It appears their S-Three

picked up Commander Rabb's voice.

He was transmitting over a SAR buoy.

What's that?

It's a search- and-rescue buoy

with a radio transmitter.

Well, does that mean they know where he is?

They can home in on his signal.

The Viking and SAR helo are on their way.

Any calculations as to how long

he's been in the water?

Over three hours.

What's the survival time under present conditions?

CHEGWIDDEN: According to the skipper, about that long.

But he is conscious, sir?

When he made that transmission, Colonel, yes, he was.

He's no longer transmitting, Angel.

Viking, this is Angel.

We're not finding him.

The sea state is too great.

LOFTNESS: Can you get lower?

I'm already below the minimums, Viking,

but I'm taking her down.

(yelling)

Still no sign of him.

Initiating 1,000-meter circle.

I see muzzle flashes.

Someone's down there. I'm turning back.

There he is.

AIR BOSS ( over radio ): What are the conditions, Angel?

Estimate 20-foot swells.

Can you get him?

We're going to put a swimmer in the water.

Take me down!

Swimmer's going down!

Bring us right! Bring us right!

Bring us left!

Hold her steady here!

Stand by, we're going up!

He's hooked!

PILOT: Good. Haul his ass up.

Okay. Pulling them up!

They're clear.

Coming up.

Keep it steady.

Come on, sir, you're almost in.

Keep coming. Got it.

Give me some slack.

He's off the cable. Let him down, easy.

We got him, Skipper.

Bravo Zulu to all hands.

Gangway!

Clear the corridor!

Wrap the thermal angel.

He's ice cold.

The man's severely hypothermic.

Get him out of these clothes.

Body temperature is 30 degrees Celsius.

Put him on a heart cardiac monitor.

Get me two 18 gauge I.V.s.

Get him some warm blankets

and a heated liter of normal saline.

What's the rhythm? It's junctional at 45.

Throwing PVCs.

Give him one milligram of atropine I.V.

Is the saline ready?

Ready.

Go.

Respiration's falling fast.

Commander... Commander!

Come on, stay with me.

I'm not getting through to him.

Through what can only be described as the grace of God

Commander Rabb's been rescued.

However, I've been told

that he is in the fourth stage of hypothermia.

How bad is that, sir?

Serious.

Will he make it?

RENEE: He better.

We have Springsteen tickets.

DOCTOR: We got a diminishing pulse here.

Commander! Come on! Stay with me.

Respiration is falling fast. We're out of options.

HAWKES: Can I try, doctor?

He knows me.

Get him talking.

Harm...

Harm...

Harm...

Harm, it's cold down here and I need you.

I can't do it by myself.

Help me, Harm.

Come on. You promised.

You promised you'd be there

and I'm holding you to that.

Now, I don't swim well.

Temperature's still dropping.

Commander, can you hear me?!

(monitor beeping) He's bradycardic.

Take that thing off.

Take it off.

Save me.

(faintly): I'm...

...trying. Pulse rate's up.

Don't let go.

Don't let go.

(faintly): Hi.

Hi, yourself.

Keep talking to me.

I.. can't... breathe.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Have we dated?

(laughs)

Oxygen.

(whispering): You're going to be okay.

(knocking)

Got your message.

Hi. I assumed you'd call.

I didn't mean for you to come all the way up here.

Come in.

Well, you said you needed to talk.

Sounded like something we should do in person.

Um, it's about Harm.

He's being transferred today

from the carrier to Bethesda.

I thought you should be prepared.

I'm told he's pretty beat up.

And you don't think I can handle it?

What I mean is...

I have visited people in the hospital before, Mac.

I just wouldn't let him know what you're feeling.

You mean my love for him?

I mean you should be careful

of indicating distress at his physical condition.

Okay.

He'll be there around 11:00.

Then so will I.

The rest of us won't get there until this afternoon.

I've got a FNAEB, Bud's at BUPERS

and the Admiral is working with the SECNAV on the PRECEPT.

I have no idea what you're talking about

but I'm sure all of you could've found a way

of visiting Harm this morning

and you're giving me the first opportunity.

I appreciate that.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hey.

(raspy): Hi.

(chuckles)

Wow.

How long's it been...

since we worked together?

You mean on that recruiting commercial?

Yeah. What, about a year?

Yeah, about that.

Well, what a surprise.

I appreciate you coming out.

You didn't think I'd bother?

No. I mean, I'm glad you did.

I called your mother.

She is taking an evening flight.

She'll be here sometime tomorrow.

You know my mother?

DOCTOR: The CAT scan revealed

minor swelling on the Commander's right frontal lobe.

As a result, he's suffering

from a pre-incident neurological deficit.

CHEGWIDDEN: Translate, please?

It's retrograde amnesia.

It's a loss of memory prior to the trauma.

Is that normal?

In 30% of the cases, yes.

Will he know us?

That's hard to predict, Lieutenant.

He seems to be able to recall the distant past.

And the recent past?

I'd say is shaky.

We think it's temporary

but we'll know for sure when the swelling subsides.

Doctor.

I'm sorry. I have to continue with my rounds.

If you have any questions

the nurse can reach me. His room's right there.

Good luck.

Thanks, Doctor.

I hope he won't remember the time I hid

on top of the JAG elevator.

I was so immature then.

It's nice to see you, Admiral.

Same here, Commander.

Bud, sir.

You think I don't remember you, Bud?

I was looking at the lieutenant's bars.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Hi, Harriet. How are the kids?

How are you, sir?

Well, apparently very involved with this woman

(chuckles)

so I'm told.

Uh, Brumby, of course I could never forget you.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Mac...

I'm sorry I missed the wedding.

You didn't.

Really?

Now I'm really sorry.

Have you set another date?

Don't worry about it. It's the least of our concerns.

I'm told that you were very instrumental

in helping find me.

Not really.

Really. She led them to the raft.

You weren't far off.

Hi. I'm going to have

to ask you to give us 20 minutes.

Okay.

We'll be back.

I look forward to it, sir.

Okay.

Mac...

Thank you.

So, about the new date?

Mic, I really haven't thought about it.

Well, I have.

The hall's available Saturday

and everything's still there.

Can we get it together that fast?

We canceled it that fast.

Shouldn't be hard.

Yeah, but it's in three days.

So you want to wait.

Um, Chloe's going back home today...

Call her grandmother.

Ask her to stay through the weekend.

I don't know if I can get my head into it, Mic.

Let me think about it.

CHLOE: Did you get my bear claw?

Is he, like, the best guy ever?

May I join you?

Sure.

Where is everyone?

Here and there.

Harriet's with the Admiral.

He's giving her a recipe for lemon risotto.

You guys are all so... chummy.

Listen, Renee,

about what happened at JAG...

Oh, I'm over it, Bud.

Okay. How are you?

Well, my boyfriend's forgotten our last year together,

but he seems to have

all of his Mac memories organized and catalogued.

Renee, that's just physiological.

He'll come out of this

and you two will be back together

and right where you left off.

You make that sound like a good thing.

MACKENZIE: I'm sorry.

CHLOE: Don't be. It's an excuse to come back.

Besides, Mic has already promised to take me

to an Ethiopian restaurant.

Well, okay.

Anyway, I'm going home with the coolest story.

I'll call you when we reschedule.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(both laugh)

See you, tiger.

Bye.

(both chuckle)

You guys are so good together.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Flight 427

to Lake Champlain, gate four...

How'd you turn her around so fast?

Surprise you?

No. Why would you say that?

I don't think this weekend's going to work out.

Yeah, no worries.

We can do it next month.

Why don't we shelve it for awhile?

What do you mean?

Let's postpone it indefinitely.

Mic, that's not funny.

You're right, it's not.

I don't want to reschedule, Sarah.

Then what do you want to do?

Let me think about it.

Commander!

Hey, wow, you're looking good, Skates.

Back at you, sir.

Commander Loftness.

Rabb.

Well, Commander, I understand that

you personally violated every safety minimum in the book

while you were searching for us.

Love flying in zero-zero.

Well, we owe you our lives.

Turns out the aircraft we gave you

had a hard-deck landing.

Subsequent inspection

uncovered no damage.

Looks like she was hiding her secrets from us.

You ever want to come back for a visit

I'll find you a Tomcat that works.

How about today?

I'm checking out of here in two hours.

We're in port.

Damn.

Good luck.

That's it?

Yep.

So, I understand you jumped my bones in sick bay.

Rumor.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that was a hell of a ride we took, huh?

At least you went out with a bang.

I'm returning to the fleet, Harm.

What happened to the idea of shore duty?

The experience actually reawakened my love

for shipboard flying.

Made me realize the danger is one of the reasons I do it.

Really?

What's your fiancé have to say about this?

He supports me.

I guess that why he's my fiancé.

What about you?

Well, I'm almost back to normal.

Hmm, think so?

Well, I certainly have recovered--

or at least to the satisfaction of the doctors.

Life doesn't feel any different to you?

What do you mean?

Well, you've been given a chance

to take another look at things--

to grab hold of what's really important to you.

You don't think I haven't already done that?

I hadn't.

Excuse me, Colonel.

I'm sorry for the boldness of this question

but I've been fielding half-a-dozen calls

about your wedding.

You set a new date yet?

Um, close the door.

Um, Mic and I are having problems.

During the crisis with Harm

I hurt his feelings.

Does he understand what you're going through?

On one level, and on another, he doesn't.

Are you talking?

Not as much as I'd like

but we seem to be making progress.

So I tell people what?

That, um, we're working out the logistics.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't worry about us, Harriet.

We'll get past this.

We have to.

Oh, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

You okay?

Yep.

Just kept telling myself better your suitcase

than your casket.

You want something?

Tea, a sandwich?

No, no, I'm good.

How about some music?

No, thanks, I'm fine.

Just relax.

Harm.

When you couldn't remember our relationship

were you wondering if I could ever be

someone that you could be with?

Renee...

I know. God, I know.

I hate myself when I talk like this.

Then why are you doing it?

Because I'm afraid.

I'm afraid not to.

Is this about Mac again?

Why do we always got to come back to this?

You're right. You're right.

You need to rest.

You do. So, look, um...

I'm going to call you later, okay?

Renee, I'm not mad.

I just... I know.

I don't want to talk about this right now.

It's okay. It is.

It's okay.

(door closes)

(sighs)

(heavy sigh)

Mic?

In here.

Hey, what are you doing?

Where's your stuff?

In storage.

I sublet a place uptown.

Why?

I need space to think, Sarah

and I can't do it here.

I don't understand.

Why are you moving out?

Because if we end it, I don't want to have

to come back here after the fact.

Why would we end it?

Stop walking away from me!

We never talked about you moving out.

You can't just make

some unilateral decision without me, okay?

We're a couple, right?

And couples make decisions together.

That's what they do!

Who made the decision to cancel the wedding?

We did.

You did, with my blessing.

Who made the decision

not to reschedule for the following weekend?

I wasn't ready.

And I wasn't allowed a vote.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Be honest.

Why are you marrying me, Sarah?

Because I love you.

Then why, in a crisis

am I always the last one you look to?

I don't know.

You need to find out, and when you do

we can have a conversation

that will make sense to both of us.

Please don't leave.

Let me tell you why you're pleading with me to stay.

Not because I'm going to break your heart

and not because you love me too much to let me go.

It's 'cause you don't want to be alone.

It's not a good enough reason.

(door closes)

(sighs)

(knocking)

Hi. Welcome back.

Wow. You look miserable.

Come on in.

Maybe not.

Mac, come on in.

He moved out.

He did? Why?

I don't think he believes I love him.

Do you?

Yes.

Well, tell him.

It's complicated.

Talk to me.

This is a mistake.

I don't know why I'm here.

(phone ringing)

Hang on. Hang on, all right?

Hello.

Just-just a minute.

It's for you.

Hello.

I was sitting here wondering who you'd go to first.

Mic.

I have my answer.

Mic, give me your address.

I'll be right there.

No, I'm leaving.

Closed up the office.

Catching the first plane back to Australia.

What, you need to be

on the other side of the world to think?

I'm done thinking.

'Bye, beautiful.

Mic.

(dial tone)

He's leaving the country.

Why?

I got to stop him.

Is it because you came here?

(door opens)

He just can't get past this thing with us.

Maybe that's because we can't get past it.

(door closes)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

What?

But...

When did he go?

Mic!

(phone ringing)

Hello.

(crying): He's gone.

He wouldn't even speak to me.

Hey, hey.

Don't blame yourself for this.

Brumby has always acted impulsively.

It was just a matter of time.

What are you saying?

Look, this isn't going to make it hurt any less,

but it's better now than six months into the marriage.

Okay, I'm hanging up now.

Mac.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Come to me.

Why?

So we can talk.

(sighs)

We already talked.

Don't argue with me.

I need a better reason.

You know the reason.

Mac.

I'm here.

I'm waiting.

(sighs)

(sobbing)

(quietly): Mac, Renee's father died.

Suddenly-- heart failure.

She just got here.

We can't do this now.

I told her I'd fly back with her.

I should be gone a couple of days.

I'm sorry.

No, you have to go.

I'll call you when we land.

Don't do that to her. She needs you.

Give her your full attention.

What about you?

I'll be okay...

when you get back.

(Renee moaning)

(thunder rumbling)

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