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Nice of them to invite us
to groundbreaking, sir.

We did give them money
for a new school.

Which we blew up.
Accidentally.

- Oh, my God.
What?

Aren't there mines out there?

Maybe they've cleared them.
- Go get someone from the village.

- Right away, sir.
- Hey. Hey, little buddy. Hey.

No, don't... Don't move. It's okay.

No. Don't... Don't move.

Someone help me!
I need help over here!

Over here!

Oh, God.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, it's Coates.
You're gonna be okay.

Save the boy.

- The boy's okay. He's okay, lieutenant.
- Good.

Oh, God.

- 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 gotta go now, sergeant!

Hang on, lieutenant.

In light of the recent threats,
U.S. 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.

Let's go. Let's go.
He's losing a lot of blood.

What happened?
Come on, guys.

Stepped on a landmine.
- Lieutenant Roberts?

Landmine injury with traumatic
amputation right lower leg.

Get him on the table.
Let's have a look.

I got it.
He's lost a lot of blood.

Get some Ringer's over here.

- He's in shock.
Corporal, get an IV.

Unconscious. Pupils are reactive.

Pulse 140 and thready.

Airway clear.
His breathing's laboured, but steady.

Gonna have to clean this up.
Give me six of O2.

Ringer's wide open
and two units of O-neg.

And I need two to the nose and hose.
Get a dopamine drip.

- Thermazene dressings, sir?
- Double-time.

I'm on it.
Starting my cut.

How are his vitals?

Systolic's 60. Heart rate 145.

Removing foreign materials.
Vascular clamp.

I got sticks, stones and bits of bone.
Get me a saline wash.

You heard him. Get on it.
Removing blood clot.

- Cloth from the uniform.
- Systolic 63. Heart rate 136.

What's his name?
- "Lieutenant Roberts."

Systolic's dropping.
- Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.

Get with the programme.

- Who is it?
Harm.

Uh, just a second.

Come on, Mac.
What are you doing? Open up.

- Uh, packing.
- Well, open up. Let me help.

- I'm also dressing.
- I can help with that too.

Put you on a carrier
and you revert to...

Um...

A truly considerate fellow officer.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I was gonna pick these up
on the way to the COD.

Since Sturgis is heloing in
from the Watertown,

I thought you might like to join me
in giving him a hero's welcome.

What's the problem?

Oh, 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 DeMille, huh?
- Mm-hm.

Tom Clancy, hmm.

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 them in your luggage.

- Can you take one?
- No, I'm packed as tightly as you are.

I know.

- Harm.
- Just take the halves you haven't read.

Come on. We gotta go.
Throw your shoes on.

Mr. Secretary, you had intelligence
on a potential terrorist strike

against the Seahawk carrier group.

- Did you not?
- Yes, sir.

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.

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?

- for 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 landmine.

JAGs are here to advise commanders
on rules of engagement.

Not someone
you' expect to see as a casualty.

Landmines aren't selective, Marie.

We'll have more
for you on this story as it develops.

Now we continue with our coverage
of the Senate Intelligence...

- Ma'am?
- Tiner?

The admiral would like to see you.

- 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.

Yeah, 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 landmine.

Landmine? Well, then
it couldn't be Bud. He's at sea.

Most of the time.

I bet they toasted you
in all three wardrooms

after that stunt you pulled on Friday.

You were in a sub. How'd you
know Harm flew that mission?

I heard a Naval aviator
got a cruise missile up his six

and had to fly halfway to India
to run it out of fuel.

Heh, only Superman here would be
fool enough to pull a stunt like that.

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.

Actually she said it was Sean Connery,
but Harriet knew who she meant.

Harriet e-mailed Bud,
that's how we found out.

But I'm sure with Singer's mouth,
half of D.C. Knows by now

you think you're Alec Baldwin.

Or Sean Connery.

I will strangle that lieutenant
when we get back.

Well, you have at least 18 hours
to wait.

We're on a COD to Bahrain at 1700
and then a commercial jet to D.C.

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.

Hustle up. Be careful with the IV
and the blood bag.

Lieutenant, it's Coates. I'm with you.

Petty officer, you can't go with them.

Watch me!

Petty officer, come with me.

All right, let's get him stable.
I'll be with you, all the way.

JAG on the bridge.

JAGs reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.

Lieutenant Roberts has been injured
in Afghanistan.

- He stepped on a landmine.
- 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?
- Guadalcanal.

Their facilities and doctors are in place
for this type of 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 gonna 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.

Damn it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Commander, I can't spare all of you.

One can stay as our Seahawk JAG
to rep...

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, uh, 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.

We change with them.

Or you get left behind.

Tiner.

Sir.

Ask Lieutenant Sims
to come see me, please.

Tiner.

Sorry, sir. Aye, aye, sir.

Well?

One of us is to remain onboard
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, uh, what, you wanna flip for it?
- No, you can have Bud's billet.

- Are you sure you don't wanna flip?
- Positive.

Hey, you, uh, give Bud
my best, huh?

Yeah, will do.
- Harm, let's go.

I'm not going.

You just said
that I was staying as acting JAG.

- You are.
Then what are you doing?

He's disobeying orders.

Hmm, no, no, no. If you're not going,
you're taking Bud's place.

Give Harriet a hug for me then,
will you?

I'm not leaving.

- Then you're acting JAG.
- Not unless you're on that COD.

- Can't do it, Mac.
- Neither can I.

You two hear yourselves?

I'm not gonna let you throw your career
away by disobeying a direct order.

And I won't let you play Superman
this time, Harm.

This is sheer lunacy. I'm out of here.

Come.

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.

I've got Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

He's lost a leg. Breathing's laboured.

Pulse 135. Pressure 90 over 60
and dropping fast.

Keep the bag up.

Tiner will drive you home.

No, that's quite all right, sir.
The babysitter'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.
He will get your vehicle to you.

- Thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.

Turn this up.

I'm standing at the very spot

where Lieutenant Roberts was injured
by a landmine.

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 groundbreaking 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.

Pressure dropping.
Breathing laboured.

- Where's anaesthesia?
On his way, ma'am.

We have to intubate now.
Aye, aye, ma'am.

Pressure's 90 over 64.

I've got bleeding
from the good leg and the bad one.

Then stop it.
Yes, ma'am.

ET tube. You're bagging, Scotty.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

Heart rate dropping, ma'am.
We're set.

- Let's get a look at those pipes.
Scope.

I've got oedema.
Airways closing. Suction.

Systolic is 80. Pulse 102.

Fifteen litres O2. Dopamine drip.

Anaesthesia's here.

- Who's our guest?
Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

JAG officer from the Seahawk.

How'd a JAG get his leg blown off?

Stepped on a mine.
Take him down, lieutenant.

Aye, aye, ma'am. Five of Versed.

BP, 76 over 58.

That sucks. Increase
dopamine to seven MICs per minute.

Aye, aye, ma'am.
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.

- 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, sounds like you saved his life,
petty officer.

- Not if he doesn't make it.
- He'll make it.

He'll make it.

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...

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 think this is the time
or the pla...

Are you gonna open it?

It's so...

Empty. It's empty, heh.

- There's no... It's empty.
- Uh...

- It's not the Hope Diamond, but...
- Oh, my...

- Mikey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Any word on Bud?
- Oh, nothing new. I tried to call you.

Admiral Chegwidden called me
in Annapolis and arranged a leave.

I got here as soon as I could.

- Can I come in?
- Yes, I'm sorry.

- This is nice.
- Thank you.

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 doesn't see it on TV.

I mean, it's better when someone
you know tells you, I don't know why.

Maybe to soften the blow
or something like that.

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'm not sure.
- Harriet.

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.

- I don't know what happened. I think...
- Harriet.

I was in a daze
and I just walked out the door and...

And then I just ran into
that bitch Singer.

And she was just smirking.
She was smirking.

And 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, heh. Would you mind
getting me a cup of coffee?

Of course. I'm sorry.

- How do you take it?
- Black would be great.

State your names
for the record, please.

Rear Admiral A.J. Chegwidden, sir.

Lieutenant Loren Singer, sir.

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 experience
in intelligence gathering.

Would you say your SEAL training
and experience is ten years old, 15?

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 a nuclear crisis?

Secretary of the Navy, sir.

When's the last time you ate,
Coates?

I'm fine, sir.

Why don't you go to the mess hall
and grab something to eat?

Sir, really, I'm not hungry.

That'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 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 gonna need one.

He's gonna be okay.

Foreign matter here, ma'am.

A quarter and two dimes.

He's running a fever, ma'am, 101.

Could be an infection.
Six million units of penicillin. Stat.

Aye, aye, ma'am.
I'm on it.

How are those tendons?
Repairing the last of them.

Let me see.

That's good. That's good.
Redo that one.

Yes, ma'am.
Thought it was a little gnarly.

You're not allowed
to say " gnarly' outside California.

If you knew the repair was poor,
you should have fixed it.

Won't happen again.
I need some irrigation.

Scotty, clamp that.

- Hurry up.
Got it, commander.

More vascular clamps.
Flying in, ma'am.

Vitals?
Ninety over 40. Pulse 120.

He's getting weaker.
Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.

You think he'll make it, ma'am?

I wouldn't put money on it.

Lieutenant Roberts
is resting comfortably,

but he's still in critical condition.

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. 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.

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, we see him?
In a little while.

Ensign Viodine will tell you when.

If you'll excuse me.

- She doesn't think he's gonna make it.
- No, she doesn't.

Tiner, where's the change of orders
for the Seahawk JAG?

I don't have it yet, sir.

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

MacKenzie and 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 wanna 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.

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 practise 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 onboard the Seahawk and...

Actually, at first, Commander Turner
was included too,

but he volunteered to come back
to JAG,

which left only Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie...

- 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 onboard
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 two months, ma'am.

Then charge Commander Rabb.

You cannot go wrong
charging a junior officer.

I got some nice pink here.

A little blue. That's just bruising.

- Oh, this is not good.
- Purple areas.

Definitely going necrotic.

It is pretty few and far between,
commander.

It spreads.
Dead tissue breeds dead tissue.

Is he strong enough
for more surgery, ma'am?

He doesn't have a choice.

I'm gonna 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 of any 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,
the senior officer last,

so when exiting the vehicle

the senior officer can exit first
and the junior officer last.

You're the junior officer, Bud.

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.

Jen.

You're doing good, Bud.

You are.

Just great.

Sir,

tell Harriet that I love her.

No.

You tell her.

Little A.J. Is 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?
- 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.
- Oh, dear God.

But Commander Rabb
has a lot of confidence in the surgeon.

What if they can't save his knee?

What if they have to take off
his whole leg?

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've never left me alone
in the middle of a fight.

Oh, hey, come here.

Okay, look. We got 15 minutes
to get to the chapel,

so let's get these, uh, 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 gonna come live with us.
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.

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.

On what basis would you say that?

Lieutenant,

you've just seen
a secretary of the Navy lose his job.

As close
to killing Americans as Kabir did.

Vitals?
Systolic's 82.

Pulse steady at 120.

Check for necrotic tissue.
Aye, aye, ma'am.

None here.

None here. Good blood flow.

Ma'am, vitals dropping.
BP is 80 over 60. Pulse 120.

Clamp all your vessels?
Yes.

Dopamine drip, ma'am?
I don't understand.

We missed an artery.
How?

It's somewhere else.
We need an MRI.

Lieutenant?
64 over 40. Pulse 150.

Take dopamine
to seven MICs per minute.

Yes, ma'am.

He's not responding. Pulse 155.

Damn, we're losing him.

Commander, what are you doing?

He's anesthetized.

His body should be cold except
where there's arterial haemorrhage.

- Here, Betadine.
Aye, aye.

Ensign, belly, now.
Right here.

Ten blade.
Not putting drapes on?

No time. Starting my cut.

Whoa!

Spleen rupture.
I hate these.

Should I get the mesh bag?
This spleen can't be saved.

V-fib.
Code blue.

- Charge the paddles to 200.
Aye, aye, ma'am.

Charge.

Clear.

- Take over.
No response.

Take it up to 300.
Aye, aye, 300 joules.

Clear.
Clear.

Still nothing.

Give him an amp of epi.
I'm on it.

One, two and three and four.

Epi's in.

One and two and three
and four and five.

Take it up to 360.
Aye, aye, ma'am.

Clear.
Clearing.

Pupils are fixed.

Still no response, ma'am.

Nobody's home, ma'am.

I'm gonna call it.

Time of death, 21:04.

You'd better hang on.

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

I don't know if you guys are gonna
wear out my carpet first, or your pants.

Yeah, Mommy's right.

Horsy's tired.

Where's my five?

Yeah, that's it, ha, ha.

Daddy.

Don't you tell us he's dead.

Don't you dare tell us that.

Commander. Commander Ferraro.

He just kick-started 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.

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?

He's still in surgery.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you, sir.

So who's the new Seahawk JAG,
and who missed the 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.

Well, you've given him
an impossible assignment, sir.

He'll never be able to decide who...

Yes, sir.

Commander, you got
about a dozen cases in your inbox.

Why don't you go home and get
some sleep? Start fresh tomorrow.

I'd rather get started now, sir.

Did you get some sleep
on the flight?

Not really, sir.

Thinking about Bud?

I feel some responsibility
for what happened, sir. L...

If I hadn't forced him
to address his weight problems...

I couldn't have sent him to a place
where he got his leg blown off.

No, I didn't mean to suggest
in any way

- that you were responsible, sir.
- Of course I am.

You know, when I was in Vietnam,
I had a good friend.

A marine captain
who flew helo insertions. Davey.

Davey, 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 offshore drilling platforms.

Just about every high-risk helo job
you can think of.

Last year he choked to death on
a chicken bone at 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.

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 10.

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 we were nothing.

This doctor cares.

She's doing everything she can
for Bud, Coates.

Let's get this belly cleaned out.

Shouldn't we back off
and open him up later?

If he flatlines again,
we won't be getting him back.

Leaving this till later
would just guarantee infection.

That'll kill him just as dead.

Pulse 130.
It's too high.

- He's gonna 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 gonna be sick, sir.

Well, take a deep breath.

Then let it out slowly.

Better?

No, sir. I'm gonna hurl.

I've got no necrotic tissue.
Good blood flow.

Ditto, commander.
BP is 86 over 58. Pulse 120.

Give him 500 cc's of saline.
Aye, aye.

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 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.

Thanks.