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[Rabb] Previously onJAG...

Nice of them to invite us
to groundbreaking, sir.

Well, we did give them money for
a new school.

-Which we blew up.
-Accidentally.

Oh, my God; aren't there
mines out there?

Maybe they've cleared them, sir.

Go get someone from the village.

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

Hey! Whoa, whoa!

No! Don't, don't move.

It's okay.
No. D-don't... don't move.

Someone help me! I need help!

Over here! Over here!

Oh, God. Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, it's Coates.
You're going to be okay.

S-save... th-the boy.

[shuddering]

The boy's okay.
He's okay, Lieutenant.

[shuddering]

-[gagging]
-[Coates] Oh, God!

It's just dirt,
guys swallow it sometimes
when they get shelled.

I radioed for a medevac.

-It'll be here in ten.
-No time, we'll use our helo.

He needs a medevac, with proper
equipment, a corpsman.

He's got to go now,Sergeant!

[grunts]

[theme music playing]

Hang on, Lieutenant.

In light of the recent threats,
US forces remain,

pursuing remnants
of the shattered Taliban regime

and fleeing Al Qaeda.

With the latest
on the war on terror

I'm Stuart Dunston,
live from Afghanistan.

[man] Let's go, let's go;
he's losing a lot of blood!

-What happened?
-[man] Stepped on a land mine.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Land mine injury
with traumatic amputation;
right lower leg.

[man 1] Get him on the table,
let's have a look.

-Take this up.
-We got it.

Lost a lot of blood.

-[man 1] The gurney's over here.
-He's in shock.

[man 1] Corporal, get an I.V.

[man 2]
Unconscious, but pupils are
reactive.

Airway's clear, breathing's
labored but steady

Go ahead and clean this up,
give me six of O2

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

And I need tubes
for the nose and hose.

Sawyer, start a dopamine drip.

-Thermazine dressing, sir?
-Double time.

Starting my cut.

-How are his vitals?
-Systolic's 60, heart rate 145.

Removing foreign materials.

I got sticks and stones
and bits of bones.

Give me a saline wash.

[man] You heard him; get on it.

Removing blood clot
cloth from the uniform.

Systolic is 63, heart rate 136.

-What's his name?
-Lieutenant Roberts.

[man 1] Systolic's dropping.

Come on, Lieutenant Roberts,
get with the program.

-[knock on door]
-Who is it?

[Rabb] Harm.

Uh, just a second.

[Rabb] Come on, Mac,
what are you doing? Open up.

Uh, packing.

[Rabb]
Well, open up; let me help.

I'm also dressing.

[Rabb]
I can help with that, too.

[MacKenzie] Put you on a carrier

and you revert to...

Um, a truly considerate
fellow officer.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

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

Sturgis is heloing in
from the Watertown.

I thought you might like
to join me on the flight deck

in giving him a hero's welcome.

What's the problem?

Oh, I-I only have
room for one book.

You sure you can't
fit them both in?

No, I'm packed too tight.

I only have room for one.

Nelson De Mille, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Tom Clancy.

They're both bookmarked
halfway through.

Yeah, I'm reading both
at the same time.

-You're kidding.
-Sometimes I read five
or six books at once.

-What's wrong with that?
-Well, nothing except

when you can't fit 'em
in your luggage.

Can you take one?

I'm packed as tightly
as you are.

I know.

Harm!

Just take the halves
you haven't read.

[scoffs]

Come on, we got to go--
throw your shoes on.

[sighs]

[Senator Sheffield]
Mr. Secretary

you had intelligence
on a potential terrorist strike

-against the Seahawk
carrier group, did you not?
-Yes, sir.

You then mounted an operation
spearheaded by JAG officers

to thwart that attack?

Yes, sir,
a successful operation,
Senator.

Barely.

You did not bring in senior
Naval Intelligence

or CIA personnel as part
of that operation,
is that correct?

Not during
the initial investigation,
no, sir.

[sighs]
Lieutenant, we're about to be

in the middle
of an old-fashioned witch hunt.

Surely they're not
hunting us, sir?

Don't you hear
the hounds baying?

[reporter]
...a breaking news story

from our correspondent
Stuart Dunston in Afghanistan.

Marie,
I'm at a Marine Base Camp
in Kandahar

where there's been
a new casualty
in the war on terrorism.

A JAG officer has been
critically injured
by a land mine.

JAGs are here
to advise commanders
on rules of engagement.

[reporter]
Not someone you'd expect to see
as a casualty.

Land mines aren't selective,
Marie.

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

Now we continue with our...

Ma'am?

Tiner?

The admiral
would like to see you.

[beeping]

You wanted to see me, sir?

Have a seat.

Something wrong, sir?

The news has just reported
that a JAG officer was injured
in Afghanistan.

Now, before you go jumping

to any conclusion here,
remember Bud's aboard
the Seahawk

along with Rabb and MacKenzie.

There's a number of
Army and Air Force JAGs
in country.

Bud's all right, sir.

I mean, don't people just know

when someone they're really
close to gets hurt?

Harriet, as soon
as I learn something
you'll be the first to know.

Thank you, sir.

I wouldn't worry if I were you.
The JAG officer was injured
by a land mine.

Land mine? Well,
then it couldn't be Bud,
he's at sea.

Most of the time.

[Turner]
And I bet they toasted you
in all three wardrooms

after that stunt
you pulled on Friday.

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

I heard a Naval aviator
got a cruise missile up his 6:00

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

[chuckles] Only Superman here
would be fool enough
to pull a stunt like that.

Yeah, well I bet Alec Baldwin
would have nailed that sub

before it launched a missile.

Hey, Harm, we tried.

That sub got a missile
off just as we...

Who told you about Alec Baldwin?

Lieutenant Singer
told everyone at JAG

you convinced the Action Group
that you were Alec Baldwin.

Well, actually, she said it was
Sean Connery

-but Harriet knew who she meant.
-Yeah, Harriet e-mailed Bud.

That's how we found
out about it.

But I'm sure
with Singer's mouth,
half of DC knows by now

you think you're Alec Baldwin.

[laughs] Or Sean Connery.

I will strangle that Lieutenant
when we get back.

Well, you have
at least 18 hours to wait.

We're in a COD to Bahrain
at 1700
and then a commercial jet to DC.

Hardly gives me time
to report aboard,
let alone shower.

By the way, where's
Lieutenant Roberts?

In-country at a school
dedication.

Probably having the time
of his life.

All right, hustle up.
Be careful with the I.V.
and the blood bag.

-You got it.
-Lieutenant, it's Coates.

I'm with you.

Petty Officer,
you can't go with them.

Watch me!

[man]
Petty Officer, come with me.

[man] JAG on the bridge.

JAGs reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.
Lieutenant Roberts has been
injured in Afghanistan.

-He stepped on a land mine.
-How serious is it, Skipper?

His injuries are too severe
to risk airlifting him
to Germany.

Will he be heloed here
or to the LHA, sir?

Guadalcanal, her facilities
and doctors are in place
for this type of ground injury.

Request an immediate helo
to the Guadalcanal,
sir, for the three of us.

Commander, you are
all under orders to travel.

Your COD leaves for Bahrain
in less than an hour.

I know how close you are
to the lieutenant...

there's simply not enough time.

-Sir...
-Understood.

Permission to leave
the bridge, sir?

Granted.

Harm, we can't leave not knowing
if Bud's going to make it.

-Orders are orders,Mac.
-Until they're changed.

Admiral, it's Commander Rabb
aboard the Seahawk,sir.

Tell me it wasn't Bud.

-[door closes]
-Damn it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Commander, I, I can't spare
all of you.

One can stay as a...
SeahawkJAG to rep...

[sighs]

...replace Roberts.

Decide who that'll be
and keep me informed.

Have you given much
thought to your career,

specifically,
your next duty assignment?

I can get you orders to a ship

or overseas shore duty.

Either assignment will be
a step up for you

and put you
on an excellent career path.

I like it here, sir.
Harriet and I are talk...

Lieutenant Sims and I
are talking about
buying a house.

A.J. loves his preschool.

Things change, Lieutenant.

Mission statements change
and we change with them...

...or get left behind.

Tiner.

Sir?

Ask Lieutenant Sims
to come see me, please.

Tiner.

Sorry, sir. Aye, aye, sir.

[sighs]

Well?

One of us is to remain on board
to fill Bud's billet.

The original orders stand
for the other two.

Who stays?

That's up to us.

You've both known
Bud longer; I'll go.

So, you want to flip for it?

No, you can have Bud's billet.

You sure you don't want to flip?

-Positive.
-[Turner] Hey, you, uh...

-you give Bud my best, huh?
-Yeah, will do.

-Harm, let's go.
-I'm not going.

I thought you just said
that I was staying
as acting JAG.

-You are.
-[MacKenzie]
Then what are youdoing?

He's disobeying orders.

[MacKenzie]
No, no, no-- if you're not going

you're taking Bud's place.

Fine; give Harriet a hug
for me, then, will you?

I'm not leaving.

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

-I can't do it, Mac.
-[MacKenzie] Neither can I.

You two hear yourselves?

Look, I'm not going to let you
throw your career away

by disobeying a direct order.

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

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

Yes, sir?

The injured JAG is Bud.

He's alive...

they're treating him.

How badly is he hurt, sir?

Harriet...

he's in critical condition.
He's lost a leg.

[gasping]

[crying]

[man 1]
I've got Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

He's lost a leg.
Breathing's labored. Pulse 135.

Pressure 90/60
and dropping fast...

[man 2] Get the bag out and...

-[Chegwidden]
Tiner will drive you home.
-That's quite all right, sir.

The baby-sitter's there.
I have a lot of work to do.

Lieutenant,
you go home to your son.

I'd drive you myself but Singer
and I are due to testify

in front of the Senate hearings
in 20 minutes.

Sir, I am perfectly capable
of driving myself home.

Yes, you are, but you will not.
You will give your keys to Tiner

and he will get
your vehicle to you.

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

-[reporter] ...trying to save
the life of an Afghan child.
-Turn this up.

[Stuart]
I'm standing at the very spot
where Lieutenant Roberts was

injured by a land mine.
It's now been cleared
by Army engineers

but earlier today, it was
a deadly trap for the unwary.

Lieutenant Roberts
was coming here
to represent the Navy

at the ground-breaking
for a school

to replace one destroyed
in the war.

On his way to that ceremony,
he saw a boy,

this boy, Kareem Yusefi,
playing in the field.

Having been warned that
only the road
was free of mines,

Lieutenant Roberts assumed
Kareem was in grave danger

and attempted to extract him
from the field.

In doing that,
he stepped on a mine.

Ironically,
like all the locals,

Kareem knew
the precise location
of these mines.

He was never in danger at all.

-[nurse 1] Pressure dropping.
Breathing labored.
-Where's anesthesia?

-[nurse 1] On his way, ma'am.
-Well, we have to intubate now.

[nurse 2] Aye, aye, ma'am.

[man 1] Pressure's 90/64.

[man 2] I've got bleeding
from the good leg

-andthe bad one.
-[woman] Then stop it.

[man 2] Yes, ma'am.

[woman] ET tube.
You're bagging, Scotty.

-[Scotty] Aye, aye, ma'am.
-[nurse 2] Heart rate
dropping, ma'am.

[woman] All right, we're set.

Let's a get a look
at those pipes.

Scope.

[beeping]

I've got edema.
Airways closing. Suction?

[nurse 2]
Systolic is 80. Pulse, 102.

[woman] Fifteen liters, O2.
Dopamine drip.

Anesthesia's here.

-Who's our guest?
-[woman] Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

JAG officer from the Seahawk.

[man 1] How did a JAG
get his leg blown off?

[woman] Stepped on a mine.
Take him down, Lieutenant.

[man 2] Aye, aye, ma'am.

-Five of versed.
-[nurse 2] BP 76/58.

[woman]
That sucks. Increase dopamine
to seven mics per minute.

-[nurse 1] Aye, aye, ma'am.
-[woman] Ten blade.

All right, boys and girls.

The name
of the game is amputate.

We want a nice, shapely stump
when we're done.

Let's hit it.

[whistle blowing]

-How is he?
-Bad, sir.
Having trouble breathing.

And last I saw,
his blood pressure

-was dropping.
-How long ago was that?

-About an hour.
-Well, if they hadn't gotten it
under control

-we'd know about it by now.
-I had my back to him
when I heard the explosion.

When I got to him,
he was covered with blood
and his right leg was gone.

I put on a tourniquet
but it wouldn't stop bleeding.

All I could do was get him
out to the helo
as fast as possible.

Well, it sounds like you saved
his life, Petty Officer.

Not if he doesn't make it.

He'll make it.

He'll make it.

[Roberts] I was, uh...

wondering if you could look
at something

-in Commander Rabb's office.
-Commander Rabb's office?

Yeah. It's a, uh...
I have... uh...

I want your opinion
on a question of, uh, protocol.

Okay.

Is everything, okay, Bud?
You're acting
a little weirder than usual.

Uh, you'd be acting
weird, too, if...
you had this in your pocket.

Bud, I don't this is the time
or the place...

[paperwork falling]

Oh.

Are-are you going to open it?

It's so...

empty.

It's-it's empty.

[nervous laugh]

There's... It's empty.

Uh...

[blows air]

It's not the Hope diamond,
but...

Oh.

Uh.

[doorbell ringing]

-Mikey! Hey.
-Hey.

Hi.

-Any word on Bud?
-Oh, nothing new.

-I tried to call you.
-Admiral Chegwidden called me

at Annapolis
and arranged an emergency leave.

I got here as soon as I could.

[sighs]

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

-This is nice.
-Thank you.

Uh, I-I wanted
to talk to Big Bud.

I haven't been able
to reach him.

You know, I couldn't
get him, either

but don't worry. He'll turn up.

I just hope he
didn't see it on TV.

I mean, it's better
when someone you know tells you.

I don't why.
Maybe-maybe to soften the blow

or something like that.
Although, I don't know

how you soften the blow
of something like that.

I mean, I think
the Admiral tried to.

Or maybe he just
said it straight out.

I don't... I'm not...

-Harriet?
-...sure.

He called me into his office.

Actually, Tiner called me
into his office

and then the Admiral told me
that Bud was the injured JAG.

And then, I don't know
what happened.

-I think it just...
-Harriet.

I was in a daze, and I just

walked out the door, and then...

And then I just ran...
I ran into that

bitch Singer,
and she was just smirking.

She was smirking, and I-I think
that she's glad that it happened

because then that will put her
over Bud in the promotion list.

Harriet...

I'm wiped out. [laughs]

Would you... would you mind
giving me a cup of coffee?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

How do you take it?

Black would be great.

[sighs]

[Senator Sheffield]
State your names
for the record, please.

Rear Admiral
A.J. Chegwidden, sir.

Lieutenant Loren Singer, sir.

[Senator Sheffield]
We'll begin with you,
Lieutenant Singer.

Uh, what's your duty assignment?

JAG Headquarters, sir.

-You're an attorney?
-Yes, sir.

Were you recently assigned
to the Arabian Sea Action Group

to handle an investigation
into a potential attack

lead by an Al Qaeda terrorist
named Kabir?

Yes, sir. I was assigned
to assist Admiral Chegwidden.

And it's my understanding
that you coordinated

all the intelligence data
and the reports

from the investigators
on the scene.

I performed to the best
of my ability, Senator.

Do you have any prior experience
in intelligence analysis?

No, sir, but I'm accustomed
to learning new information

on each case
and integrating them
into my arguments.

I'm sure you are, Lieutenant
but that doesn't address
the real question here.

You were untrained and untested
in intelligence work

yet you held a pivotal role
in the Action Group. Yes or no?

Yes, sir.

Are you a trained
intelligence analyst,

Admiral?

No, sir, but as a former SEAL

I have training and experience
in intelligence gathering.

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

-At least 15, sir.
-So, you're rusty

and she's brand new.

On whose orders
were the two of you
placed at the vanguard

of nuclear crisis?

Secretary of the Navy, sir.

[stomach growling]

When's the last time
you ate, Coates?

I'm fine, sir.

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

Sir, really, I'm-I'm not hungry.

It's not a suggestion,
Petty Officer. It's an order.

Are you not hearing me?

Yes, sir.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm wondering

why you can disobey an order

over your concern
for Lieutenant Roberts

and I can't, sir?

Why don't we, uh,
eat in shifts, Coates?

You go first, and then
you can relieve one of us.

All right? I'll-I'll come
for you if we hear anything.

Sounds like a plan, ma'am.

-You know what ticks me off?
-That she's right.

That she ignored me
and listened to you.

Marines have command presence.

Just once I'd like you
not to have a comeback.

I don't have one to Bud dying.

You're not going to need one.

[sighs]

He's going to be okay.

[Scotty]
Foreign matter here, ma'am.
A quarter and two dimes.

-[woman 1] He's running
a fever, ma'am. 101.
-[woman 2] Could be infection.

Give him six million units
of penicillin stat.

-[woman 1] Aye, aye, ma'am.
-[man] I'm on it.

[woman 2] How are those tendons?

[Scotty]
Repairing the last of them.

[woman 2] Let me see.

That's good, that's good.

-Redo that one.
-[Scotty] Yes, ma'am.

I thought
it was a little gnarly.

Scotty, you're not allowed
to say "gnarly" outside

of California and if you knew
that repair was poor
you should have fixed it.

[Scotty] Yes, ma'am.
It won't happen again.

-I need some irrigation.
-[woman 1] Aye, aye, ma'am.

[woman 2] Scotty, clamp that.

-Hurry up.
-[Scotty] Got it, Commander.

-[woman 2] More vascular clamps.
-[woman 1] Flying in, ma'am.

[woman 2] Vitals?

[man] 90/40. Pulse 120.

[woman 2] He's getting weaker.

Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.

[Scotty]
You think he'll make it, ma'am?

[woman 2]
I wouldn't put money on it.

Lieutenant Roberts
is resting comfortably

but he's still
in critical condition.

[Rabb] He's made it this far.
Why wouldn't he make it
all the way?

He sustained a great deal
of trauma in the field
and more when we amputated.

Amputated what, ma'am?
He'd already lost his leg.

We had to remove muscle
and tissue that couldn't
be saved, Petty Officer.

-[MacKenzie] How much?
-Just under the knee for now.

For now, ma'am?

If the blood flow can't sustain
the muscle and tissue

we left around the amputation

then we'll have
to do a revision.

So, he could lose his whole leg.

We're conservative
in our approach.

We remove as little as possible
and wait and see.

Well, how long do you wait?

We'll know in an hour
if we have to do

a revision,
and how extensive it will be.

I hope we can save the knee

because it will facilitate
his rehabilitation

-if he survives.
-When he survives.

-Don't give up on him, Doctor.
-I'm not.

I'm just giving you
the reality of the situation.

-Can, uh, can we see him?
-In a little while.

Ensign Viodine
will tell you when.

If you'll excuse me.

She doesn't think
he's going to make it.

No, she doesn't.

Tiner,
where's the change of orders
for the SeahawkJAG?

I don't have it yet, sir.

Y-you don't have the paperwork,
or you don't know who stayed?

It's not Commander Turner, sir.
He called; he's on his way back.

-Alone?
-That's my understanding, sir.

-Damn it, I'll skin them.
-Sir, Commander Turner said

Colonel MacKenzie
and Commander Rabb

couldn't decide which one
should take the JAG billet.

So, they both stayed.

Yes, sir.

Draw up charges
for disobeying a direct order.

Sir?

You want to join them, Tiner?

No, sir.

-What?
-Sir

-which one do I charge?
-Both of them!

Aye, sir.

What is it, Tiner?

Admiral, I was just thinking.

Legally,
I believe only one of them
has disobeyed an order.

Tiner...

you have a point.

Thank you, sir.

You graduate law school
this year, don't you?

Hopefully, sir.

-Staying with us?
-Yes, sir.

Well, then, Tiner,
why don't you make your

first legal decision.

You decide which one to charge.

Me, sir?

That's right, Tiner, you.

Dismissed!

Aye, aye, sir.

[door shuts]

-Oh.
-Excuse me, ma'am.

Keep your eyes on the road
next time, Petty Officer.

Aye, aye, ma'am. I'm very sorry.

Why do you have
a Practice Guide?

I have an assignment, ma'am.

From the Admiral.

-A legal assignment?
-Yes, ma'am.

-What is it?
-It concerns Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

The Admiral said one of them
could stay on board the Seahawk

and, well, actually,
at first, Commander Turner

was included, too,
but he volunteered
to come back to JAG

which left only Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie to...

-Tiner.
-Ma'am?

-Cut to the chase.
-Yes, ma'am.

Well, between Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

one was to return to Washington

and one was to stay
on board the Seahawk
as temporary JAG.

What's the problem?

They both stayed, ma'am.

One of them disobeyed
a direct order?

Yes, ma'am, and
Admiral Chegwidden

has ordered me to decide
which one to charge.

Which one's senior?

Uh, Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie
by one month, ma'am.

Then charge Commander Rabb.
You cannot go wrong
charging a junior officer.

We've got some nice pink here.
A little blue,
that's just bruising.

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

-Definitely going necrotic.
-It is pretty few
and far between, Commander.

[Ferraro] It spreads.
Dead tissue breeds dead tissue.

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

[Ferraro]
He doesn't have a choice.

I'm going to go get some coffee.
Ma'am, would you like any?

-Black, please.
-Sir?

Coffee, sir?

No... uh, thanks.

She's exhausted.

Mr. Roberts, do you know
the military protocol

for entering a vehicle
with a senior officer?

Sir, yes, sir.
One of the first things
I learned at NROTC.

When entering a vehicle
with a senior officer

the junior officer enters first
and the senior officer last,
so, when exiting the vehicle

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

You are the junior officer, Bud.

[Roberts] Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am, sir,
Commander Ferraro says

you may see the Lieutenant
for five minutes

-before we operate.
-Operate?

We have to do a revision.

Hey, Bud.

Sir.

Ma'am.

You're doing good, Bud.

-You are.
-Just great.

Sir...

tell...

Harriet that I love her.

No. You tell her.

Little A.J.'s
sleeping so restlessly.
It's as if he knows.

I understand, sir. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

That was Commander Rabb.
He spoke to Bud

and Bud said to say
that he loves you.

Oh, thank God.

What? Is there more?

They have to amputate
more of his leg.

-Why?
-Some of the tissue
isn't getting enough blood

-so they need to take
a little more.
-How much more?!

They're trying to save his knee.

But Commander Rabb
has a lot of confidence

in the surgeon.

W-well, what if they
can't save his knee?

What if they have to
take off his whole leg?

And how much more
stress can he take
in critical condition?

Harriet, Bud's strong.
He'll make it.

You don't know that!
Nobody knows that!

What's the matter?

Nothing, I'm just dizzy.

I haven't eaten since yesterday
so, I guess
it's catching up to me.

Well, that's not good.

I'll make you something to eat.
What do you want?

I would love a piece
of your lemon meringue pie.

Mikey, that would take hours.

You're right; I'm sorry.
You know what? Anything will do.

You want lemon meringue pie?
You got lemon meringue pie.

But you have to eat
a sandwich first.

Deal.

Hey, Buddy, you know, I'm sorry
I ran out on you last night.

-What are you talking about?
-You would have
never left me alone

in the middle of a fight.

[chuckling] Hey, come here.

Okay, look, we got 15 minutes
to get to the chapel
so, let's get these

Hollywood sunglasses
off of you, and...

-It was an accident.
-Yeah, the hell it was.

Okay, look,
after Harriet and I get married

you're going to come
live with us, all right?

You'll go to school here.

Dad wants me
to go into the Navy.

The hell with what Dad wants.

Mr. Secretary,
why didn't you share
your information with the CIA?

We did, Senator,
with their assets in the field.

-Is that true, Director Watts?
-There was a limited exchange

of information
with one field officer, Senator.

However, it was at the impetus
of our agent, not theirs.

One field officer?
Nothing with anyone on
a senior level in Washington?

-No, Senator.
-Mr. Secretary,
how do you explain that?

It was
a rapidly developing situation.

JAG personnel were the only ones

with deep background
and experience
in dealing with Kabir.

Is that the same reason
you didn't involve
Naval Intelligence?

Yes, sir.

If I may, Senator, I believe
there was another explanation.

[Senator Sheffield]
Of course; go ahead,
Mr. Director.

The Agency maintains close ties
with Naval Intelligence.

In fact, uh,
as the Secretary knows,
it is required by law

to coordinate with us.

I believe Naval Intelligence

was intentionally
left out of the loop

so they couldn't share
information with us.

That's a damned lie.

Gentlemen,
you'll address this committee

and not each other.

My apologies, Senator.

Mr. Director,
do you think it's possible
the CIA could have found Kabir

before he was able
to fire his Cruise missile
at the carrier Seahawk?

I believe it's probable.

[Senator Sheffield]
On what basis
would you say that?

Lieutenant, you've just seen

a Secretary of the Navy
lose his job.

-[Ferraro] Vitals.
-Systolic's 82,
pulse steady at 120.

-[Ferraro]
Check for necrotic tissue.
-Aye, aye, ma'am.

None here.

None here either,
and good blood flow.

Ma'am, vitals dropping.
B.P. 80/60, pulse 130.

-Did you clip all your vessels?
-Yes, ma'am.

-Dopamine drip in?
-Roger that.

We missed something; an artery.

-How?
-I don't know.
It's somewhere else.

We need an MRI.

-Lieutenant.
-64/40, pulse 150.

Take dopamine
to seven mics per minute.

Yes, ma'am.

He's not responding.

Pulse one-five-five.

Damn, we're losing him.

Commander, what are you doing?

He's anesthetized.
His body should be cold

except where there's
arterial hemorrhage.

Here, betadine.
Ensign, belly, now.

Right here.

Ten blade, ma'am.

You're not putting drapes on?

No time. Starting my cut.

-Whoa.
-Spleen rupture.

-I hate these.
-Should I prep a mesh bag,
ma'am?

-No, this spleen can't be saved.
-[steady tone]

Code blue.

Charge the paddles to 200.

Charging.

Clear.

Take over.

-Aye, aye, ma'am.
-No response.

Take it up to 300.

Aye, aye-- 300 joules,
ma'am. Clear.

Still nothing, ma'am.

Give him an amp of epi.

-I'm on it.
-[steady tone]

One, two, three
and four and five.

Epi's in.

One and two, three,
four and five.

Take it up to 360.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

-Clear.
-Clearing.

Pupils are fixed.

One and two and three...

Still no response, ma'am.

One and two and
three and four...

Nobody's home, ma'am.

[steady tone]

I'm going to call it.

Time of death, 2104.

[Michael] Better hang on.

-[laughing]
-I don't know if you guys

are going to wear out
my carpet first or your pants.

Yeah, mommy's right.

Horsey tired.

Where's my five?

Yeah, that's it.

Daddy.

Don't you tell us he's dead.
Don't you dare tell us that.

Commander! Commander Ferraro!

He just kickstarted himself.
Damnedest thing I ever saw.

-Systolic's 80. Pulse 60.
-Let's go, boys and girls,
we've got a real fighter here.

Daddy come home.

[crying]

-[knocking at door]
-Enter.

Commander Turner's here, sir.

Send him in.

Commander Turner
reporting as ordered, sir.

-At ease. Welcome home.
-Thank you, sir.

-Anything new on the Lieutenant?
-Still in surgery.

-Have a seat.
-Thank you, sir.

So, who's the new SeahawkJAG
and who missed movement?

Well, when I left
the Commander and the Colonel,

they were still...
discussing that, sir.

Petty Officer Tiner
asked me the same question.

Said you ordered him to decide
who to charge
with disobeying an order.

-I did.
-You've given him
an impossible assignment.

Sir, he'll never be able
to decide who...

[chuckles] Yes, sir.

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

Why don't you go home,
get some sleep,
start fresh tomorrow.

I'd rather get started now, sir.

-You get some sleep
on the flight?
-Not really, sir.

Thinking about Bud?

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

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

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

No, Admiral, I didn't mean
to suggest in any way
that you were responsible, sir.

Of course I am.

You know, I was in,
I was in Vietnam.

Had a good friend,
a marine captain

who flew helo insertions.

Davy.

Davy, uh, served three tours,

shot down four times,
wounded twice,

captured once and escaped.

After the war,
flew crop dusters, fire drops,

flew out to off-shore
drilling platforms

just about every high-risk
helo job you could think of.

Last year he choked to death
on a chicken bone
on his ranch in Texas.

Cliché aside,
when it's your time

it's your time.

Yes, sir.

I suppose all we can do is pray
that it's not
Lieutenant Roberts' time.

-Amen to that.
-[MacKenzie] I wish somebody
would tell us something.

Why don't they
just tell us something?

-They will as soon
as they can, Mac.
-They don't care.

My mother died when I was ten.

I'll never forget how the doctor
came out and said, "She's gone"

then turned and walked away,
just like that.

Basically, "She's dead. Next."
Like it was nothing.

Like, like we were nothing.

This doctor cares.

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

Okay, let's get
this belly cleaned out.

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

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

Leaving this till later
would guarantee infection.

-That'll kill him just as dead.
-Pulse 130.

That's too high, Ma'am.

He's going to code again.

Don't talk. Sew.

Pulse 145.

Either your head
has gained 50 pounds

or you definitely need

to catch some shuteye, Coates.

I think I'm going
to be sick, sir.

Well take a deep breath.

And let it out slowly.

Better?

No, sir, I'm going to hurl.

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

Ditto, Commander.

BP's 86/58. Pulse 120.

[Ferraro]
Give him 500 cc's of saline.

Irrigate, Commander?

Everything clamped?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Irrigate away.

Come on,
stay with us, Lieutenant.

We're almost done.

Colonel, Commander.
Lieutenant Roberts

put up one hell of a fight.

And he's stable.

I think his prognosis
is excellent, now.

Thank you, Commander.

Well, it was
the lieutenant who did it.

He's one hell of a fighter.

Harm?

It's okay.

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