All language subtitles for JAG - 4x05 - The Martin Baker Fan Club.WebRip.en

Dragon 2, Birdman, let's go home.

Roger that, Birdman.

Break right. Break right.

Dragon 2, I'm hit.

Can you make the beach?

No. She's breaking up.

Get out of there, Birdman.
Get out of there.

Eject. Eject.

You did it, Birdman.

You finally flew the nest.

Your visitor's here.

Name that tune, commander.

"Don't Fence Me In."

Thank you.

I'll be at the door.

Thanks for arranging my bond.

Second-degree murder.

That's what a year
in a psychiatric hospital has done?

I forced a man to cough up his pills.

- Does that sound like murder to you?
- He killed himself as a result.

That was not his intention.

Dick La Croix was a Vietnam Intruder
pilot from 1967 to '70.

Flew 36 missions
before a deck crash

trapped him inside his cockpit
for two hours.

He suffered posttraumatic
stress disorder ever since.

All Dick would ever talk about
was his last good memory of the war.

Three weeks earlier
he'd been rescued

after ejecting
over the South China Sea.

Now, the other night,
I didn't see anything, I was asleep,

but the word was
that Dick was shouting

flyer lingo just before he went.

If he'd swallowed his pills,
he wouldn't have been hallucinating.

No, no.

He would have done
what he did every day:

Drooled on his shirt
and soiled his pants.

I gave the Birdman back his freewill.

You were playing God.

No, the doctors do that
when they prescribe antipsychotics.

No matter what this wrought,
commander, I did the right thing.

In a war-stress recovery unit,

the patient doesn't get
to determine treatment.

Call me a trendsetter.

Most of the patients in this ward
have been medicated into submission.

That's what we're talking about here.

Self-determination,
taking back control of one's life.

The state wants to put you
in prison, Roscoe.

How much control
are you gonna have there?

Well,

that's why I called you.

This is the second time Roscoe Martin
has been your responsibility.

A man discharged from the military,
what, 30 years ago?

He has you in his pocket, commander.
The answer is, no. I need you here.

- Sir--
- I can't keep granting you leave

every time someone dies
at his hand.

- Admiral, I under--
- What is going on between you two?

Why do you keep coming to
his rescue? What in God's name

has he done to earn your loyalty?

He fought a war, sir, just like you.

Like every man who went to Vietnam
and came back to embarrassed looks.

Roscoe Martin is not every man.

He deserted his platoon
and betrayed his fellow POWs.

And he spent the rest of his life,
admiral, paying for those mistakes.

Sir, I admit Roscoe Martin
is a handful.

I guess, to me,
he represents the half million

who were defined by that war.

Four years ago,

commander of my old SEAL platoon
started talking to himself in public.

After six months
of outpatient treatment,

he was admitted
to the local VA hospital.

So I went to see him.

Took a armful of board games
with me.

When I got there, he was

all drugged up, kept falling asleep,

so I left the board games
with the nurse.

We put them on a table.

A few months later,
I came back to see him.

By that time, he had stopped
communicating completely.

The board games were exactly where
I left them.

They had never been touched.

Last time I saw him,
he was completely bedridden,

wearing diapers.

Where is the respect?

Permission to find out, sir.

- What's going on?
- Housecleaning, sir.

United States Navy v. Gentilli.
Apparently, you and I prosecuted.

Do you remember this?

I don't remember
what I had for breakfast, Mac.

- Pumpernickel bagel, sir.
- Thanks for noticing, Bud.

- I'll get those.
- That's okay. I got it.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

- Harriet, be careful.
- How about this one?

District of Columbia
v. Roscoe L. Martin.

Accordion playing, former POW,

skewered his Vietcong captor
on a Georgetown street.

- What was his motive?
- Revenge.

He had been tricked into revealing
the names of the camp's aviators.

He was then forced to watch
as they executed the rest of them.

- Where'd he end up?
- In trouble again.

He's in a war stress recovery unit
in a local VA facility.

I'm trying to keep him out of prison.

Look, can you handle
the Hinshaw case alone?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Don't do it.

You just concluded 18 years
of searching for your father.

Don't let Roscoe Martin drag you back
into the jungle.

It's a matter of principle, Mac.
I owe it to the men of that war.

No, Harm. It's deeper than that.

You are replacing one obsession
with another.

You're overreacting, major.

This is me turning a negative
into a positive.

I'm just trying to prevent
one more man

from paying for Vietnam
with the rest of his life.

What about your life?

What about a relationship, a child,

your future after the Navy?
Or is that just not as important?

Those things are important to me.
This is one case, Mac.

- It's hardly an obsession.
- You could walk away at any time?

- Any time.
- How about now?

Dr. Inge, as head of the
war stress recovery unit

at the Paley Medical Center,
would you explain its function

and that of Section B?

WSR is an open-unit facility

designed to help veterans
overcome war-related disorders.

Section B is a secured ward
for patients considered less stable,

like Richard La Croix
and Roscoe Martin.

What was Mr. La Croix's
clinical diagnosis and condition?

He was suffering
from long-term psychosis.

Medication was necessary
to eliminate the hallucinations

and to protect him
from harming himself.

And Mr. Martin?

Roscoe Martin has
paranoid personality disorder,

which manifests itself
as a pervasive distrust of others.

His programme is drug-free,

relying instead
on group and individual therapy.

How does Mr. Martin
relate to his environment?

Aggressively. He is the most disruptive
patient in Section B.

Would you describe Mr. Martin's
relationship to Richard La Croix?

He would badger him ceaselessly.

Your witness, counsellor.

Dr. Inge, do you believe that a person
has a right to his own mind?

Not if he uses it
to hurt himself or others.

Does the state have a right
to take it from him

or is it obligated to provide him
the means to recover it?

Recovery is always the goal.

Medication is used to control
the symptoms,

not to eliminate awareness.

Was Richard La Croix
communicative?

At times.

Isn't it true, doctor,
that the only time he spoke

was in the presence
of Roscoe Martin?

I believe so.

I'd like to enter into evidence,
Your Honour,

Defence Exhibit 1, a 1994 directive
from the Veterans Administration,

prescribing a 20 percent
budget cutback at the Paley facility.

Doctor, was your division
affected by these rollbacks?

We coped.

By cutting staff
and reducing programmes.

Well, some of that went on, yes.

Which resulted in more medication
and less therapy.

More medication was prescribed

but only as a consequence
of patient behaviour.

They weren't responding
to the reduced therapy?

- Your Honour, objection.
- Withdrawn.

Doctor, if the ward was secured,

how was it that Richard La Croix was
able to jump ten storeys to his death?

That morning, during activities
in the common room,

a patient threw a metal chair
at the window gate

and, unbeknownst to the staff,

loosened the screws
from the plaster wall.

Mr. La Croix was able to pull it free.

It was not,
as you are about to suggest,

negligence on the part of the staff.

If they had known about it,
they would have fixed it.

And if Mr. La Croix
had been on his medication,

he would have been nowhere near it.

Mr. Oakley, can you tell us
what happened that night?

I walked into the common room
as La Croix was jumping.

What did you do?

I ran over to the window,
but it was too late.

Was there anyone else in the room
with him at the time?

Yeah. There was someone
in the back.

- Did you get a look at him?
- I did.

It was Roscoe Martin.

He was in his wheelchair, watching.

I told you, I was asleep in my room.

- He's setting me up.
- Why would he lie?

Because he doesn't like me,
commander. Haven't you noticed that?

When I was first admitted
to the hospital,

he tried to confiscate my flag.

Told me it was against the rules.

Well, I informed him that this flag

represents my right
to challenge those rules.

He's lying to get at you?

Look, you interviewed him
before the trial, right?

He never said a word about seeing me
in that room, did he?

He said he was having trouble
remembering details.

There you go.

Doesn't mean he's lying, Roscoe.
But even if he is,

how do I prove it?

The independent psych eval
I had done on you

proves you have
paranoid tendencies.

That's not a disorder.

It's his word against yours.
Who would you believe?

Mr. Oakley, you say you saw
the defendant

watching from his wheelchair.

- Were the lights on in the room?
- They were off.

- So it was dark?
- That's right.

Did you question the witness,
ask him what he was doing there?

No. I went down to the street
to check on La Croix.

Afterwards, perhaps?

Well, he was gone by then.

Why wasn't this revelation
in the police report, sir?

Well, I remembered later.

Wasn't something
that stuck with you.

Of the patients in Section B,

how many are confined
to motorized wheelchairs?

- Three.
- Three.

And of these three, how many
have access to the common room?

All of them.

So how do you know
it wasn't one of them?

- It was Martin.
- Well, how do you know?

He's always where the trouble is.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

The reason I do that...

How are you guys doing?

Excellent.

Good.

Happy here?

Commander.

Men, say hello to
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.

This is my gang.

Chodorowsky,

Brookhurst, they both made it
through Nam.

Been here ever since.

Mike.

Tell the commander
how many men you killed.

Eat my shorts, Roscoe.

Got an anger problem.

Now, this fellow over here,
this is Dastuge.

He's a Cajun.
He's like my kid brother.

He served in the Gulf.

Really? On the ground or in the air?

It's okay. Okay.

Don't you have people to drug?

You know, I'm getting tired of you
making me your problem.

Now, I just do what they tell me to do,
you understand?

Only too well.
Let's talk over here, commander.

This typical?

No. Usually there's
ballroom dancing.

Listen, I want you to put me
on the stand.

- Forget it.
- The jury isn't hearing

- half of what goes on in this hole.
- Roscoe, this is a criminal trial.

It's not a civil negligence action
brought against the VA.

Now, I'll work it in when I can.

You let me carry the voices
of these patients into that courtroom,

you let me speak for these men,
and then you'll have a case.

It's too risky.

Yeah, you're right.

It's a risk.

And that's exactly why
you're gonna let me do it.

You're a risk taker, commander.

You are emboldened by challenge.

I mean, how do you defend
a paraplegic wild man

with a dark past?

Open me up, commander.

Let everybody have a peek
at my dream.

Let them see
that they share that dream,

that they are me and I am them
and we all want the same thing.

To be free to choose.

Free to choose.

- Hallelujah.
- Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

- What are you doing?
- Plugging in my new surge protector.

- But you're on your hands and knees.
- So?

- Well, is that good for the baby?
- It's only been 48 days.

Should you be exerting yourself?

A century ago, women were working
in fields and factories while carrying.

No big deal.

Yeah, and the rate of miscarriage
was a lot higher then.

Now, look, if you need to do anything
or have anything, just please ask me.

Do me a favour and don't make
a big deal out of this. Not here.

So many rules have been bent
so we can be together.

I don't wanna make
this pregnancy their problem.

- They don't mind.
- I mind.

No special treatments.

Were you in the common room the
night La Croix jumped to his death?

No, sir. I was asleep in my room.

If you had been there,
would you have attempted to stop him?

I would.

The last thing I wanted
was for Dick to die.

My intention was
to bring him back to life.

Is that why you withheld medication
from him?

Yes, sir.

When I got there, he wasn't
responding to much of anything.

I tried to encourage him
to express himself.

It turned out
he only had one story to tell.

The day he ejected
over the South China Sea.

- Was this story meaningful to him?
- Very.

It represented escape.

A powerful image for a man that's
been locked up in 2,200 square feet.

I know what he was thinking
when he went. He wanted out.

Objection. Speculation.

How could Mr. Martin know
what the victim was thinking?

- Sustained.
- I know what he was thinking

because I know what it's like
to be held against my will.

- Mr. Martin?
- Until you've been in a POW camp

or a locked hospital ward,

I'm afraid you're just gonna
have to trust me.

Sir, you must refrain from responding
to counsel unless addressed.

Do you understand?

Yup.

May I proceed, Your Honour?

Please.

Mr. Martin,

I need to be clear
about your motivation.

By withholding Richard La Croix's
antipsychotic medication,

you were giving him back his mind.

His subsequent leap from ten storeys
was a reflection of his need

to escape from those who would limit
his consciousness.

Very well put.

Isn't it true, sir, that you really meant
to punish and not to liberate?

What?

Your Honour, I'd like to read
from Government Exhibits 5 and 6.

Excerpts from Attendant Oakley's
daily observations

and Dr. Inge's
subsequent response.

"March 16th, 1998.

I had to pull Martin away
from La Croix

after he suddenly
began screaming at him,

calling La Croix a coward
and daring him to defend himself."

I was just trying to get him
to feel something.

I wanted to stop him
from hiding behind the drugs.

This approach is based
on your vast counselling experience?

Objection, Your Honour.
I'm being harassed by my own lawyer.

Commander, are you sure
you want to proceed in this manner?

Yes, sir, I do. Let me tell you
how a professional called it.

According to Dr. Inge's notes
on the incident,

you projected your shame
on Richard La Croix.

A shame you felt in having deserted
your unit in Vietnam,

and the guilt experienced
at having to watch

as a camp full of POWs
were executed.

Richard La Croix
had two medals for valour.

You were threatened by him

because he reminded you
of your failure as a Marine.

- That's not true.
- You loathed and feared him

because he was everything
you were not.

No, sir.

I loved him for it.

The real tragedy of Dick La Croix
wasn't his death.

It was the price he paid
for serving his country.

Twenty-four years
locked inside of himself.

He got so used to sitting
in the same chair

that his spine took on its shape.

When he ate,
food bypassed his tongue,

so he never got the pleasure
of tasting it.

He had nobody.

His face was a mask, a shell.

Yeah, I screamed at him.

I screamed at him,
not because I hated him,

but because
he was breaking my heart.

No more questions.

Who's there? Who's there?

What are you doing in my room?

Get out of my room.
Get out. Get out.

Get out.

I'm telling you, it was Oakley.

- I know it.
- You saw him?

No, I don't have to see him.
I can feel him.

He was right in that corner there,
just staring at me,

trying to scare me
into keeping my mouth shut.

Look, look, look, Roscoe,
be specific, okay?

- Do you have something on him?
- War crimes, commander.

He's a functionary. A eunuch.

At Dong Ha, we used
to call these guys clappers.

They're not the bell and they don't ring
the bell, but they make the noise.

Has he ever
physically threatened you?

He's always watching me.

Every time I turn around, there he is,
standing there, looking at me.

That's his job, Roscoe.

Hey, whose lawyer are you anyway?
His or mine?

Look, I need facts. Without facts,
there is no basis to file a complaint.

Even if there were,
it's immaterial to the case at hand.

Unless he's hiding something

- that he does not wanna reveal.
- What is he hiding?

That's what we have to find out.

Considering I'm volunteering my time,
the least you could do is not waste it.

You don't believe me?

How do I know you're not just trying
to get Oakley

for accusing you of watching
La Croix jump to his death?

I have legitimate concerns here.

And so do I.

You're making it impossible
to defend you.

Now calm down
and let me do my job.

Something happening?

It's a precaution.

One of the patients is agitated.

This a common occurrence?

Look, man,

don't go waving that silly-ass bait
in front of my face.

You don't think someone
with my skin colour

understands what it means to have
too much power over others?

It bothers you, huh?

What do you think?

- So how do you deal with it?
- Not very well.

Is it the job or this place?

I have my issues with management.

Did you harass Roscoe Martin
in his room last night?

Screw you.

Your Honour, the defence--

Would like to recall Darren Oakley
to the stand.

Your Honour, my client is confused.
That is not who I wish to call.

What now?

I'm protecting my interests. There
have been attempts to silence me.

Counsellor, control your client.

- I have been harassed and terrorized.
- By whom?

And I will not,
as a citizen of this country,

allow these offences
to be ignored or swept under the rug.

- May I have a 30-minute recess?
- What the hell is he talking about?

Freedom. That's what this charade
is all about.

No, sir, you are wrong.
It's about justice. Recess granted.

- Thank you, Your Honour.
- Justice?

Is it just to kill a man's spirit?

Is it just to crush his will?

I will not bow to the Nurse Ratcheds
of this world.

I'd rather be smothered
by a big Indian with a pillow

than to suffer any more indignities
at the hands of this system!

I guess I kind of overreacted.

You really did it this time.

You played right into their hands.

Your outburst has effectively killed
our strategy.

I don't know why I did it.

I was never paranoid
before I came here to that hospital.

I mean, that is my point, commander.
That the patients, they're the victims,

- the victims of--
- the victims of a conspiracy. Yeah.

A cult of bureaucrats
who sacrifice vets

to the altar of M-16s
and combat helmets.

You're dysfunctional, Roscoe.
And, frankly, the only way

to make this happen now
is to play that angle,

pursue an insanity defence
based on mental defect.

You're gonna argue I'm crazy?

Not mentally responsible.

You can't do that.

And what about the medication issue?
Now it's not gonna have any meaning

if it's attributed to the rantings
of some nut ball.

Don't kid yourself.
You're already there.

They'll drug me.

I'm gonna ask the judge for 24 hours
to re-strategise.

No arguments.

I'm gonna take the afternoon
to figure this out.

If you need to speak to me,
I'll be at home tonight.

Mac, hey, you pled a case once.

Paranoid petty officer
on the flight crew of the Coral Sea.

He was convinced something
was gonna happen to one of his pilots,

he locked the lieutenant
in his quarters prior to exercises.

You pled mental defect and got him off
with a non-punitive letter of censure.

- You remember?
- Right.

What was your argument?

Well, Harm,
that was hundreds of cases ago.

Can you review it for me?
I'm changing Roscoe's plea.

I need all the help I can get.

I got an appellate hearing
in 20 minutes.

Oh, all right.
I'll see if Mattoni has something.

Harm, I wanna help you.
I'm not resisting.

No, I understand. You're busy.

Redecorating, ensign?

There's already a coffee maker
in the kitchen,

so the admiral thought we could
make better use of this space.

Oh, yeah? I vote for a hot tub.

Step aside, ensign. Step aside.

It's just a little heavier than I thought.

I got it. It's okay.

- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's rolling now. Thank you, sir.

You're supposed to be confined
to your room.

Well, my bladder says otherwise.

That wasn't me last night.

And that wasn't me
in the common room

when La Croix took his flyer.

I've been thinking about that.

I admit, it's possible.

I don't remember seeing a flag
on the back of that chair.

Could have been Saldana.
He never sleeps.

You were in my room.

No.

I was in mine,

writing my letter of resignation.

Now that we're both leaving,

maybe we'll see things
a little more clearly.

Chodorowsky.

Chodorowsky.

Your sister still live in Nova Scotia?

I'm gonna give you a quiz.

- Well, do I win something?
- Your freedom.

- Do you know where you are?
- On the good ship Lollipop?

- Come on. This guy's a lost cause.
- Shut up, Mike.

Do you like that place?

- Yeah.
- What place do you hate?

Section B.

How'd you like to move to Canada?

- Okay.
- Do you know where that is?

I'll follow you?

Gentlemen, welcome
to the Martin-Baker Fan Club.

What's that?

The Martin-Baker company
is the manufacturer of ejection seats.

Something Dick La Croix
used to say.

Aviator slang

for punching out.

Petty Officer Ryan Sobeleski
had lost a brother in Mogadishu.

I argued the mental defect
was triggered by personal experience

and that he was coming from
a place of love and protectiveness.

Come on in.
I'll make it worth your while.

Snifters.

It's vintage.

It's nice.

I learned it from Rusza. It means,
"May angels appear at your doorstep."

We didn't have the dollars for a car.

But I figured you could dig one up
for us, commander.

So we took a cab down here.

What are you doing, Roscoe?

Well, I admit I should have thought
things through a little better.

No, it's a good thing
that you came here

because I can arrange for you to go
back without jeopardising your safety.

I like what you've done
with this place.

I could live here.

We're going to Canada.

But we're going to Canada.

- You're going back to the hospital.
- No, sir.

We're moving on.

I'm teaching these boys
self-determination.

I don't think so, Roscoe.

I think you're still trying to atone

for mistakes you made in Vietnam,
30 years ago.

Now, somewhere,
deep in your consciousness,

you think you're springing these men
from that POW camp at Dong Ha,

you're saving their lives.

No, commander.
I have the purest of motives.

Me and the boys here
intend to take back our future.

We need some cash and a car.

- That's not gonna happen.
- Then can I have a milkshake?

Come on, Harriet, let's go.
It's almost 11.

So far the only offence committed

is by the hospital
for the breakdown of conditions

that led to your escape.
I don't think you'll be punished.

I refuse to become another lost mind,
commander.

We need your car.

It's a two-seater.

Then the major's.

We're not helping you escape.
Is that not clear yet?

- I want those keys.
- Don't push it, Roscoe.

Up, up and away
In my beautiful

My beautiful balloon

- It's a cop.
- Damn.

Go, go. Go down the fire escape.

- Hey, hey, wait.
- Let them go, Mac.

They won't get far.

- Yes?
- Lieutenant Commander Rabb?

- That's right.
- I understand you represent

- a Mr. Roscoe Martin?
- Correct.

Mr. Martin and three other patients
from the Paley Medical Facility

escaped from a secured
psychiatric ward a few hours ago.

Three?

Hands on your head.

Take it easy, soldier. Easy.

Okay.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Now!

Hey, Mike.

They didn't have Canadian bacon.
I'm sorry.

Listen, Mike,
we're gonna have to get out of here.

They're not gonna help us.

Maybe we should talk about that.

God, you're shaking so much,
honey.

- Does it still hurt?
- We're gonna lose the baby.

- No, no, baby. We're not gonna lose--
- If I lose it, I'm sorry.

- For what, Harriet? It's not your fault.
- But it is.

There was a coffee machine today
in the office and I tried to move it.

I felt something inside me pop.

- You tried to move a coffee machine?
- Yes. I'm so stupid.

I don't deserve to have a baby.

Sweetheart, it's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be all right.

Go. Move. Move.

Move.

Stand by.

This is Captain Tom Herrera.
Who do I talk to?

This is Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, United States Navy.

- You all right, commander?
- We're fine.

We're in the middle
of working this out, captain.

- What do they want?
- Your butt on a spit.

Who the hell is that?

Look, captain,
if you could give us a little time.

Yeah, and 25,000
in Canadian dollars.

No, make that 50,000

- and a stripper with big casabas.
- Hey.

Do you have any idea
what you are doing?

- I'm negotiating.
- Yourself right into a coffin.

Roscoe.

- What's going on in there?
- Just a minute, captain.

Roscoe, I need your help.

And I needed yours.

Now, let's start talking sense, fellas.

You two are gonna walk out of here
in one piece.

You are going back to the hospital.

And I promise
that I will do everything in my power

to make sure
that your issues are addressed.

All right. But no more drugs.

No locked doors.

And I want everything in writing
before we go.

I'm not going back.

No.

- Come on, let's go.
- No.

- Hold it.
- All right.

Now, everybody take a breath, okay?

Brookhurst, put the weapon down.

- Put it down.
- Go ahead.

No!

Oh, no, Roscoe.

- Roscoe.
- Get him out.

- I'm Captain Herrera.
- Get an ambulance.

Two bullets passed through his
shoulder, causing no organ damage.

However, the phrenic nerve
in his spinal column was nicked,

putting his arms and lungs
out of commission.

We have him on a respirator
and he's able to talk

and has use of his neck
and shoulders.

Prognosis?

There's been advancement in the field
over the last few years,

but given his age and his existing
paralysis, I'd expect the worst.

- Doctor.
- Oh, excuse me.

Yeah.

Harriet? Bud?

Mac, why don't you go check it out
and I'll be in in a minute?

- Okay.
- Dr. Raymond, MICU.

Dr. Raymond, MICU.

Hospital escorts to CCU.
Hospital escorts to CCU.

Commander?

Hey.

Brookhurst?

He's okay.

Good.

Real good.

That belongs to you now.

Roscoe, it's your mind
that makes you what you are.

- What am I?
- You're a man with something to say.

You know,

that's where I keep
going wrong with you.

I keep assuming
that you need my advice,

when all you ever wanted
was my ear.

You don't need me to save you.

I told you that from the get-go.

I don't know why
I ever thought you did.

Sure you do.

I wish I could play you a tune.

This hasn't all been for nought.

Your issue is on the table.
It's been heard.

And I promise you this,

I will never refuse to defend a person

who has been denied the freedom
of his own mind.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant Roberts is here,
with his wife. She's pregnant.

I should check in on him,
see how he's doing.

I'll be here.

I'll be back.

You should go.
You might get caught.

I'm not even sure
I'm gonna be able to find this town.

It's been years.

You found me.

But that's because we watched them
take you away.

Come here.

Don't you disappoint me.

Well, what about you?

We'll all win.

Bring me my flag.

Now, put it--

Put it between my teeth.

Go.

Go.

As far as I can see,
your problem is low HCG levels.

The physical activity
had little to do with it,

although I recommend
you take it easy.

The shot should rebalance
your hormones

and I'll send you home
with a prescription for progesterone.

- That should prevent any recurrence.
- It didn't hurt the baby?

- I don't think so.
- Well, how do you know, doctor?

You see that blip on the screen?

It's a heartbeat.