All language subtitles for JAG - 04x23 - Yeah Baby-eng

Okay, Harm, it's pizza night.
My stomach's growling.

What say we trap this time?

Tomcat 173,
you're at a mile and a quarter.

Call the ball.

One-seven-three Tomcat Clara, 3.6.

Bend left, Harm.

One-seven-three Tomcat Ball, 3.5.

Roger, ball.

You're a little low. Power. Power.

Power!

You're not taking this personally,
are you?

All is fair in love, war
and the courtroom, right?

Wrong.

- Wanna talk about this?
- No, I don't.

Look, major, I don't want there
to be any hard feelings between us.

There is nothing between us,
good, bad or otherwise.

And if you try to stop this door
from closing one more time,

I will dislocate your shoulder.

Blimey, I like your style, major.

You must be a hellcat in--

- Well, good morning.
- Hey.

Well, this is a surprise.

I couldn't sleep, so I thought
I'd come over and make you breakfast.

Sweaty.

Well, you know, this girlish figure
doesn't come without sacrifice.

You ought to come running with me
sometime.

No, thanks. Medical studies prove
women need more body fat than men.

Oh, really?
Who sponsored that study?

- Hostess Twinkies?
- Funny.

How would you like to try running
with a broken kneecap?

Get vicious when you're angry.

- I'm gonna take a shower. I'll be back.
- You do that.

Harm?

Wide load. Coming through.
Clear the deck.

- Good morning, lieutenant.
- Good morning, Tiner.

How are you feeling today?

My bladder's being crushed,
I can hear my skin stretching,

and I'm retaining so much water
that my butt is shifting with the tide.

Well, at least
it's for a good cause, ma'am.

And if I may be candid,

well, there are some men who find
pregnant women very attractive.

Well, thank you, Tiner.
I appreciate the compliment.

But if you really wanna
make me feel better, think foot rub.

You seen the sailor
who did this to me?

- Ma'am?
- Lieutenant Roberts? My husband.

Never mind. Thank you.

- Good morning, sir.
- Bud?

Mr. Roberts.

Lieutenant.

Bud.

JAG headquarters.

I made a list for the pharmacy.
Could you go get these things for me?

Sure.

- Prenatal vitamins.
- For a healthy baby.

- Vitamin E cream.
- For my stretch marks.

- Breast pump.
- In case I have to express breast milk.

- Excuse me?
- What?

You just grimaced.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

I am basking in the natural glow
of motherhood and you're grossed out.

No, I'm not. And can we talk about this
at home, later?

There's nothing to talk about.

I am pregnant with your baby, Bud.

And for your information,

there are some men around here
that find a woman in my state sexy.

Yeah? Name one.

Hold the elevator, please.

Thanks, major.

Ready to go at it?

- Excuse me?
- In court today.

More cutbacks in military spending?

Don't even think about it.

What? Think about what?

Did you tell Lieutenant Sims
that she was sexy?

- Sir?
- It's a simple question, Tiner.

Did you tell the lieutenant that
you were sexually attracted to her?

No, sir.

- No?
- The lieutenant was feeling blue, sir.

- I was trying to make her feel better.
- I don't recall that being your duty.

- Get your own pregnant wife.
- Lieutenant.

Do you have a good reason
for badgering Petty Officer Tiner?

No, sir.

Then I suggest
that you get back to work

and get your own petty officer.

Yes, sir.

This is your brain.

This is your brain during fatherhood.
Any questions?

- No, sir.
- Good.

"Military justice must evolve with...

With society if--"

- You ever heard of knocking?
- I did, sir.

Well, obviously I didn't hear you.

I'm sorry. Sorry. Come on in.

Gotta make a speech

to the House National Security
Subcommittee this afternoon and--

Can this wait?

Well, sir, I've been putting this off
for two days already, admiral.

If you wouldn't mind...

Sir, I'd like the opportunity
to change my designator.

I joined the Navy
to serve as Naval aviator,

which I was forced to abandon
because of a medical problem

which has since been corrected.

Sir, I've enjoyed my time
here at JAG,

especially serving under you, admiral,
but I...

I also believe that I could be of service
to the Navy and to my country

if I return to active flight status.

Nice speech.

How long you been practising?

- About a week, sir.
- Wanna address Congress?

- No, sir, thank you.
- But you do wanna leave JAG?

Sir, it's not so much
that I wanna leave JAG

as it's I want the opportunity
to return to a fighter squadron.

Admiral,
I was forced to give up flying.

It was never my decision.

And if I decide to stay here at JAG,
I would like it to be my decision.

Well, this sounds stupid.

But you given this a lot of thought,
commander?

Day and night, sir,
for quite some time.

If you go back to a squadron,

providing that
you can pass the flight physical--

I can pass the physical, sir.

--You'll be going backwards.

Hell, you might be taking orders
from guys half your age.

I don't think there are many
17-year-old fighter pilots, sir.

Not too many 35-year-old JAG lawyers
flying these days either, commander.

Well, I'd like the opportunity
to be the first, sir.

Well, I think we should discuss this
at length.

Admiral, I love the law,

but all I have ever really wanted to do
was fly.

- So did Icarus.
- Icarus never flew an F-14, sir.

As commanding officer,

I sometimes have to make decisions
that I consider best for my people.

Occasionally, those decisions
are in opposition to the individual.

Sir, are you saying that you are not
going to approve my request?

You're gonna need a lot more
than my approval to make this happen.

It can't happen without your approval,
admiral.

I have a speech to give
this afternoon, commander.

I will give you my decision in due time.
Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- You're kidding, right?
- Sorry, ma'am.

They say it could take up to 30
minutes for a technician to get here.

We'll just have to spend this time
getting to know each other better.

Let's not.

What are you afraid of, major?
That you might find yourself liking me?

Look, commander, I like you.
I think you're a nice enough guy.

- And you're a pretty good lawyer.
- Stop, you're embarrassing me.

I'm just not interested in a relationship
with you or anyone else right now.

And is this a hard-and-fast rule against
dating those within your command,

or is it more of a guideline?

It's a commandment.

I had a boyfriend die in a car accident,
my ex-husband is dead,

and a lawyer I was involved with
was murdered.

Do you see a pattern here?

Yeah, I do.

Not a damn Australian in the lot.

Why me?

- Honestly?
- Yeah.

You kind of remind me
of my mother.

Your mother?

Let me give
you a little advice on that, Mic.

That line might work
with women down under, but as a rule,

American women don't like
being compared to anyone's mother.

I'm pulling your leg, major.

My mom was three times your size
and twice as mean.

But, God, she was a special lady.

And I just think you are too.

That's all.

Is there something wrong
with the elevator?

Yeah, it's stuck between floors,
ma'am. I'd take the stairs if I were you.

If you were me, you'd be at home
whining with your feet up.

We'll have to do that again
sometime soon.

- Thank you.
- I think I'll pass.

On May 2nd, 1998,

Lance Corporal Edward Carr
turned 21.

He decided to celebrate his birthday

with his fellow Marines
at a local watering hole.

Yes, he had
a little too much to drink,

and, yes, his staff NCO
had to drive him home.

Only, she didn't drive him
to his place,

she took him to her place,
presumably to dry out.

Two weeks later,
he was reprimanded for his behaviour.

This was to become
the first of many unfavourable reports

and evaluations filed against my client,
which led to a special court-martial

for dereliction of duty
due to the culpable inefficiency.

The point of this hearing, please.

New information
has come to our attention

which has a direct bearing
on this case, Your Honour.

Specifics, Mr. Roberts.

If Staff Sergeant Morris
would be so kind as to stand?

Objection, Your Honour.
The staff sergeant is not on trial here.

We put this case to bed
almost a year ago.

Commander Imes has a point,
lieutenant.

I believe the evidence
speaks for itself, sir.

Humour him.

Your Honour, it is our intention to
prove that Staff Sergeant Aileen Morris

purposely orchestrated
the seduction of Corporal Carr

with the intention
of getting herself pregnant,

then took steps
to distance the corporal from herself

in order to keep her scheme
a secret.

- You're kidding?
- No, sir.

Your Honour, this is insulting to
the staff sergeant as well as the court.

Can you prove
that the child she's carrying is his?

A simple DNA test would do so,
Your Honour.

The staff sergeant has no intention
of submitting herself

or her unborn baby to
any unnecessary medical procedures,

especially this late in her pregnancy.

Do you have any other evidence
to substantiate your claim, lieutenant?

- Yes, sir.
- Then we will proceed

with this hearing tomorrow at 1400.

What other evidence
do we have, sir?

I'm working on it.

- Surprise.
- Surprise.

- You guys.
- It is a boy, right?

Yeah. What haven't we checked?

Fingers crossed...

This is so adorable.

Look at this.
Where in the world did you find it?

Carolyn picked it out.
They didn't have Marine greens.

Oh, it's so cute. Bud's gonna love it.
You guys didn't have to do this.

Are you kidding?
I love shopping for baby clothes.

Of course, I only get to buy it
when a friend's having a baby.

You should have seen
the outfits they had for girls.

These little capri pants
with a leopard-print top

- and matching shoes.
- Shoes.

- Oh, cutest.
- You're so lucky, Harriet.

I wish I was having a baby.
Don't you, Mac?

Well, I think I should probably
have a relationship with someone first.

- Details, details.
- Getting pregnant's the easy part.

It's finding the right guy,
that's the hard part.

- Well, not for Harriet.
- Hey.

You know,
maybe Bud could get us all pregnant.

Look at the pants.

Hey.

What are you doing out here?

You weren't home.
I was gonna leave.

You should have let yourself in
and waited inside, you nut.

Hey, what's up?
Seems like something's wrong.

You tell me.

Before I left this morning, I saw your
request to change your designator.

- I was gonna tell you.
- Tell me what, Harm?

You know you can't fly
because of your eyes.

I had them fixed. Laser ablation.

So you can go back to flying?

It's a long shot,
but if my request is approved,

and if I decide that
that's what I wanna do,

and if I make my qualifications.
A lot of "ifs" there.

You make it sound
like you haven't decided.

- I haven't.
- But you submitted your letter.

This morning.

It was the first step in a long process,
Jordan. You know that.

Been dumped for another woman
before, but never for an airplane.

I'm not dumping you.

Look, Jordan, frankly,

you're one of the reasons
that I haven't made up my mind.

But if I do decide
to return to a squadron,

it doesn't change what we have.

It does for me.

I fell in love with Harmon Rabb,
the lawyer,

not a fighter pilot
I might see twice a year if I'm lucky.

I'm still the same man, Jordan.

- You're not making this easy.
- Why should I?

The man I love told me
he's thinking about leaving.

- JAG, not you.
- It's the same thing.

Call me
when you've made up your mind.

Jordan...

If you married my dad,
then I could have a mom for real.

And then you two
could have a baby,

and then I'd have parents
and a little sister.

You know, your dad's gonna have
his hands full with one new woman.

He doesn't need me.

But I do.

I'm only a phone call away.

Be right back.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Oh, hi, Chloe.
- Hey, Harm.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know you had company.

Oh, no, we're just having
a slumber party. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I was in the neighbourhood.
I thought I'd stop by.

Do you guys wanna be left alone?

- No.
- Yeah.

That's okay.

I gotta go put on my jammies,
anyway.

You two behave yourselves out here.

What's going on?

Well, Jordan and I had a fight.

Let me guess,
she wants a commitment?

How'd you know that?

Well, that's what every woman wants,
I guess.

So, what,
you're not ready to commit?

Well, the rules of engagement
have changed, Mac.

What do you mean?

I had eye surgery.
I got my night vision back.

What?

- When did this happen?
- Couple weeks ago.

You had a major operation
and you didn't tell me?

Triple bypass
is a major operation, Mac.

Eye surgery
is like having your teeth cleaned.

I tell you
when I'm going to the dentist.

Well, I wasn't sure
how it would work out, frankly.

But it did?

Like a dream.

So, what now? Are you thinking about
trying to return to a fighter squadron?

I spent my life
preparing to be a Naval aviator, Mac.

Yeah, except for three years
in law school and four years as a JAG.

I... I put my request in
to Admiral Chegwidden today

to return to active flight status.

You can't do that.

Why not?

Because if you do, it would mean flying
is more important to you than JAG,

it's more important to you than Jordan,
it's more important to y--

To you than everything.

I thought you, of all people,

would know
how much flying means to me.

I do.

I do, Harm.

But this is the last thing
that I need right now.

You're starting to sound
a lot like Jordan, Mac.

- Are you guys almost finished?
- Yeah, I guess so.

Yeah.

Well, we'll talk about it later.

Better get going.

- See you later, Chloe.
- Bye.

Cute toes. Very colourful.
It's nice. Catchy.

I think I understand now
why you can't marry my dad.

You're in love with Harm.

Good evening, major.

Mic.

- These are for you.
- Wow, they're beautiful. Thank you.

And this, little lady, is for you.

- Thank you.
- Lieutenant Commander Mic Brumby,

this is my little sister, Chloe.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Chloe.

I didn't know you had a sister, Mac.

She's not really my sister.

Mac's kind of like
my surrogate mother.

- So who's up for pizza?
- I am.

You just had
two pounds of chicken wings.

I am at a vital stage of my development
and I require lots of protein.

Protein, yes. Pizza, no.

Maybe some other time, Mic.

- Bad timing, huh?
- The worst.

- Say good night, Mic.
- Good night, Mic.

Yep.

Bye.

I think that Australian
really likes you.

Lucky me.

Are you sad
because Harm might leave JAG?

- Were you eavesdropping?
- It's a small apartment.

I don't know what I'm feeling.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

you should know
that Harm's in love with you too.

Harm has a girlfriend.

A woman can sense
this kind of thing.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.

Harm and Mac, sitting in a tree,

K-l-S-S-l-N-G

How come boys don't get any smarter
with age?

That's one
of nature's greatest mysteries.

- I'm gonna miss you, kiddo.
- I'm gonna miss you too.

Sometimes I come here
to remind myself

why we do the things we do.

- What seems to be the problem, A.J.?
- I...

I need to ask a favour, sir.

Well, I'm not one
who grants many favours, admiral.

Nor am I one to ask.

- So, what is it?
- It's about Commander Rabb.

Oh, what's he done now?

It's not so much what he's done,
it's what he may want to do:

Change his designator.

If he wants to fly,
tell him to hop on a redeye to Vegas.

The Navy is not in the practise
of spending millions of dollars

retraining pilots
who are past their prime.

Sir, he was grounded

due to a vision problem
that's since been corrected.

Rabb's a damn fine aviator,

and he just wants
the option to fly again.

Knowing full well it's career suicide?

Well, sir, with all due respect,
it is his career.

Well, it was until now.

- I know you don't like me, A.J.
- Mr. Secretary--

And to be honest,
I don't give a damn.

But I also know that coming here
and asking me for help

must be about the hardest thing
in the world for you.

So why are you
putting yourself through this?

Rabb has given you more trouble than
anyone else under your command.

Why are you going to the wall
for him?

I believe in him, sir.

Well, that makes one of us.

Rabb's been a thorn in my side
ever since I first heard his name.

So I can't say as I have any real desire
to help him.

On the other hand,

it'll be a good opportunity
to get him the hell out of Washington.

- I'll think about it.
- I appreciate it, sir. I owe you one.

Yes, you do.

I'd like to offer into evidence
Exhibits G and H,

performance-evaluation
recommendations

from Staff Sergeant Morris
to the commanding officer.

- Objection. Irrelevant.
- I'm not done, sir.

Overruled.
Get to your point, lieutenant.

My client had an exemplary record

before he was seduced
by the staff sergeant.

- After that--
- Objection. Facts not in evidence.

We have seen no proof
of this alleged seduction.

Oh, really?

I suppose that this is a bowling ball
underneath her uniform.

Lieutenant, another remark like that
and I'll cite you with contempt.

- Sorry, sir.
- Don't apologise to me.

- Apologise to the staff sergeant.
- I apologise.

You're 32 years old and have a history
of failed relationships, correct?

- Objection. Hearsay.
- Sustained.

Is it not true that you wanna
be a mother and have a family,

but you don't wanna have a husband
or a boyfriend

or, really, any man in your life?

Can you blame me, sir?

You saw a potential father in
Lance Corporal Carr, you seduced him

with the intention of getting pregnant,
then you gave him a bad evaluation.

Objection, Your Honour.
The lieutenant is editorializing.

Sustained.
Ask a question, lieutenant, or rest.

Why did you keep this pregnancy
a secret from Lance Corporal Carr?

It was none of his business, sir.

Your Honour, the staff sergeant

has been more than patient
with Mr. Roberts.

I would like to request
that we put an end to this now.

She's got a point.

Now, I've given you every chance,
but you're spinning your wheels.

- I've heard enough.
- One last question, Your Honour.

Make it snappy.

Staff Sergeant Morris,
did you seduce my client

with the purpose of getting pregnant,
then take steps to transfer him

the moment that you realised
you'd conceived?

It's a simple question.

Please answer the question,
staff sergeant.

Failure to do so
is as good as an admission of guilt.

Objection. Badgering.

- Witness is being uncooperative, sir.
- I can't answer, sir.

- The witness is hostile, Your Honour.
- I'm not hostile, sir.

I think my water broke.

Nice job, lieutenant.
You badgered her into labour.

We'll recess until further notice.

How are you doing, staff sergeant?

- I've been better, sir.
- All right, commander, lieutenant,

will you help the staff sergeant
into one of the benches, please?

- Oh, boy.
- Just breathe through it.

Do you have anybody we can call
to take you to the hospital?

- No.
- Well, I can take her to the hospital.

I don't think that's a good idea,
lance corporal, all things considered.

- I don't think I can do this alone.
- Then let me take you.

It's your call, staff sergeant.

He should be there.

He is the father.

- I am?
- Yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

We can talk about this later,
after you get me to the hospital.

Congratulations, lieutenant.
You just won your right to appeal.

Enter.

Sir.

At ease.

I spoke to the SECNAV

concerning your request
to change your designator.

- It's in his hands now.
- Thank you, sir.

Don't thank me, commander.

For the record, if you do this,

it'll be the stupidest thing you've done
since I've been here.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way,
admiral.

If you oppose it so strongly, sir,

why go to the SECNAV
in the first place?

I'm afraid I don't have time for this
right now.

I'm trying to find your replacement,

unless I can convince
Commander Brumby

to extend the length
of his exchange programme.

You're considering
replacing me with Brumby, sir?

Better sooner than later. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

I don't think I could thank you enough
for bringing Chloe and me together.

It was my pleasure, chief.

I hope you will continue to play
an important role in my daughter's life.

I wouldn't have it
any other way, chief.

We're about as close to a family
as three strangers could be, ma'am,

so you better call me Kyle
from here on in.

Okay, Kyle.

Well, I wish we could stay longer,
but we've got a plane to catch.

Thanks again, major.

I'll send you a letter
as soon as I get to my grandparents'.

- You better.
- I will.

- And a picture of me riding a horse.
- Cool.

Go on, you.

Be good.

I will.

Bye.

Bye.

Hello.

- I'll call him back.
- Right now, they're taking...

Looking for something specific,
major?

Yeah, something with enough sugar
to put me into a coma.

One of your cases
giving you trouble?

No, it's not work, sir.

My career is great.

It's my life that sucks.

Would you...?
Would you like to talk about it?

Not really, sir.

- Well, if there's anything I can do--
- There isn't.

I'm sorry.

But you're one of them.

Excuse me?

Did I say that out loud, sir?

I'm sorry, admiral. I meant no offence.
It's just that

you're a man, and as usual,
most of my problems come from men.

- Who might it be this time?
- The commander.

Brumby or Rabb?

Both of them, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Harriet?

It's time, sir.

- You mean it's baby time?
- Yes, sir.

Can you get up?

Easy.

Okay, here,
put your arm around my waist.

There you go.

We have to stop meeting like this,
Harriet. People are gonna talk.

Don't make me laugh, sir.
I'm gonna drop it right here.

- Don't even kid like that, okay?
- Who's kidding?

Tiner.

Sir?

Get Lieutenant Roberts
on the double.

Yes, sir.

Sit, sit.

Can I get you anything?

You don't have an epidural
in your desk, do you, sir?

Okay. Hang in there.

And Lieutenant Roberts
will be here soon

and he'll get you to the hospital
in no time.

Lieutenant, she's in labour.

Yes, Petty Officer Tiner, she is.
But we have everything under control.

No, sir, not her.

I mean, she looks like she's in labour
too, but it's Lieutenant Sims.

Harriet? Harriet's in labour?

My wife is in labour. I gotta...

- Are you gonna be okay here?
- We'll be fine.

- Because I gotta--
- Go, go.

- Good luck, Staff Sergeant Morris.
- You too, lieutenant.

Harriet, are you in labour?

That's a big 10-4, major.

- Where's Bud?
- Harriet?

Are you having a contraction?

That was...

No, that can't be right.

Your contractions are too long,
sweetie.

- Well, tell that to my uterus.
- How far apart--?

Are you having another contraction?

This isn't supposed to happen
like this.

- So sue me.
- Has your water broken?

- Yes, sir, I think so, sir.
- I'm gonna go get the van, sweetie.

- Hey, hey.
- Sorry, it's an emergency.

I'm still working on that.

Come on, come on.

Oh, no.

Harriet!

She's having
double-peaked contractions.

The elevator's not working. She's
never gonna make it down the stairs.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- Okay.

Okay, who's your doctor?

- Dr. Bradley at Banneker. 555-0110.
- I'll call him.

Tiner, stay with her.

Just breathe, ma'am.

You gotta get me out of here!
I'm having a baby!

There'll be an ambulance here
any minute.

- I think I need to lie down, sir.
- Let's put her in the admiral's office.

- Okay.
- Tiner, see if you can find a blanket

- and something for her to lie down on.
- Aye, sir.

What can we do
to make you feel better?

- Shoot me.
- Right here.

- Yeah, okay. Hold her.
- Yeah.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- All right.

- Easy.
- Oh, man.

Are you okay? Okay.

Be right back.

What?

The doctor said
she skipped the first stage of labour

and went into the second.
That's why her labour's so hard.

That's our Harriet,
always the overachiever.

- What's all the commotion?
- Harriet's gone into labour.

Give them hell, lieutenant.

What if she starts to have the baby
before the ambulance gets here?

- She won't.
- But if she does, you know what to do.

- You've delivered babies before, right?
- Baby.

- Baby. One.
- But the fact is, you've done it.

Mac, it's something I did once.

I don't wanna do it again
if I can help it.

I'll do it.

- You've delivered a baby?
- Yeah, it's a piece of cake.

Delivered dozens of them
back home in Aus.

Sort of comes
from living in the outback.

Really? You ever deliver one
in a hospital full of terrorists?

I'll get out the measuring stick later,
boys. Harm, go get Bud.

- Brumby, you're with me.
- Been waiting to hear that.

All right, Harriet,
you're in good hands now.

Commander Brumby's
delivered babies before.

That's right, lieutenant.
Now, don't you fret.

Mother Nature usually sees
everything goes off without a hitch,

and when it doesn't,
we're here to give her a hand.

Lift her up. That's it. Just relax.

- Okay.
- Breathe.

It's not a breech, is it?

- Breech?
- God, I hope not.

No worries if it is. The key
is to get a rope around their feet.

- A rope?
- I don't want a rope around my feet.

Not yours, lieutenant, the baby's.

But don't worry,
I once delivered eight kids in six hours,

and one of them had two heads.

That's more common in sheep
than humans, right, major?

- Out.
- What? Did I say something wrong?

Goodbye, Dr. Dolittle.

- Okay.
- Here, lieutenant.

This will help you breathe easier and
take some of the edge off the pain.

My grandmother was a midwife.

My mom had my brothers
and sisters at home.

Where's Bud? I need him here.

Commander Harm went to get him,
sweetie. You're in good hands, okay?

I know it's difficult, ma'am.
Just try and relax.

I'm just gonna take a quick peek
and see how far along you are.

Okay.

- What is it? What's the matter?
- It's crowning.

- I can see its head.
- That's a good thing, right?

That's a good thing--? Petty Officer?

Tiner?

- Hey, where's Bud?
- I can't find him.

- How's she doing?
- Everything's under control.

At least it was.

Tiner?

- Hey, you all right?
- He fainted.

- No, I didn't.
- Like a schoolgirl.

Tiner, why don't you go outside
and get some fresh air?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, hello.

Yeah, just a second.

- Harriet, it's for you.
- Me?

- Hello?
- It's me.

Bud, where the hell are you?

- I got stuck in the elevator.
- I can't do this without you.

I know, Harriet.
I just wasn't thinking.

- It hurts.
- Well, just keep breathing.

Okay. Where is the ambulance?

I don't know,
but it should be here by now.

I need to push.

- No, don't push.
- No, don't push.

- Harriet, listen to me.
- No.

- No.
- Are you there?

Harriet? Harriet?

Hang on, Harriet, I'm coming!

- Is the ambulance here yet?
- No.

- Has anyone seen the EMT crew?
- No word on that, ma'am.

Colonel, commander,
as soon as the ambulance gets here,

send them to the admiral's office.

The ambulance just left
with Staff Sergeant Morris.

Who is Staff Sergeant Morris?

- She was a witness.
- She was in labour.

- They took the wrong pregnant lady.
- Somebody open the door!

Is that Bud?

- You've got to get me out of here.
- Open it up.

I need to get out of here now.

Hello?

What the hell?

- Admiral.
- I can explain, sir.

I don't think
that's gonna be necessary.

There's an ambulance
on the way, sir.

- Better be room for two.
- I can't do this.

Sure you can. The hard part's over.
Hand me the bag, Rabb.

- No, it hurts too much.
- Yes, sir.

I want you to look at Harm.
Focus on his face. Breathe with her.

Good.
Okay, on this next contraction,

I want you to push
as hard as you can, okay?

- Push.
- You can do it, Harriet.

Good one. That's a good one, Harriet.
Yeah, that's great.

- Keep breathing.
- Okay? Hey, his hand's out.

You wanna feel it?

- No.
- Okay, okay.

Now, this next contraction's
real important, Harriet, okay?

We need to get his shoulders
all the way out.

I can't do this anymore.

- You can do it, Harriet. This is it.
- No.

It hurts too much.

Come on.

- Breathe.
- Harriet?

Bud! Oh, Bud.

Bud, hand me a towel
and give me your shoelaces.

- Sir?
- I need to tie off the umbilical cord.

Breathe, breathe.

- Give me a towel.
- Breathe.

Come on. Come on, lieutenant.
Push. That's an order!

Bud, Bud, Bud.
Put a towel on my shoulder.

Put a towel on my shoulder.
Left shoulder. Left.

Cover the medals.

Here we go, here we go.

- Okay, okay.
- Harriet's got a kid.

Oh, yeah, buddy, there you go.

Yes. Take the string out of my mouth.
Now tie it right above my fingers.

Here you go.

Okay, cut the string.
About 6 inches, tie it again.

Okay, now cut. Cut it right between.

Good. Now-- Now get another towel.
Get another towel. Here you go.

Put your knees down, darling.

Here we go.
Congratulations, Bud and Harriet.

Looks like
you have a healthy baby boy.

Nice work, lieutenant.

- You did it, Harriet.
- Thank you. Thank all of you.

We have a son.

I'm a daddy.

Welcome to the club, lieutenant.

- Let's take it in.
- Here we go.

- Careful with them. That's my son.
- And one, two, three.

Slide it in.

Sir. Lock it down.

Quite a day, huh, sir?

Yep. Never a dull moment
around this place.

You okay?

Every time I think
I've put the pieces of my life together,

somebody comes along
and jumbles them back up.

Everybody
who's ever meant anything to me

is leaving my life.

You'll be okay, Mac.

You'll get to see Chloe again.
One day, you'll have kids of your own.

Yeah. Not at this rate.

My biological clock is going off
and I keep hitting the snooze button.

Tell you what.

Five years from this moment,
if neither of us is in a relationship,

we'll go halves on a kid.

You and me? Have a baby together?

Yeah. With your looks and my brains,
he'll be perfect.

And what if she has your looks
and my brains?

That could work too.

So, what do you say? Deal?

- Don't make a promise you can't keep.
- I haven't yet.