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Previously on JAG.

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.

Hey! Hey, little buddy! Hey!

Whoa! Don't, don't, don't move!

It's okay!

No! Don't, don't move!

Someone help me!

Boy.

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

Oh, God!

It's just dirt.

Guys swallow it sometimes when they get shell. I radioed for a medivac. It'll be

here in ten.

No time. We'll use our helo. He needs a medivac with proper equipment, a

corpsman. He's got to go!

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 Dunstan, live from Afghanistan.

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

What happened?

Step to the landmine.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Landmine injury with traumatic amputation of my lower leg. Got it.

Lost a lot of blood.

Bringers over here.

He's in shock.

Corporal, get an IV.

I'm conscious.

The pupils are reactive.

Airway clear.

Breathing's labored, but... I'm going to have to clean this up. Give me six of

O2. Bringers wide open to two units of O -Neg.

And I need tubes for the nose and hose. Do you have a dopamine drip?

Double time.

I'm on it.

How is vital? Spell at 60, heart rate 145.

Moving four materials.

I got fixing stones and bits of bone. Give me a saline wash. You heard him.

on it.

We're moving blood clots. Claws from the uniform.

Spell at 63, heart rate 136.

What's his name? We need another one.

Get another one. Lieutenant Robert.

Come on, Lieutenant Robert.

Get with the program.

Just a second.

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

Packing. Well, open up. Let me help.

I'm also dressing.

I can help with that, too.

Don't you want a carrier? Can you revert to a... Yeah.

I'll back you up.

Um...

A truly considerate fellow officer. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I was going to pick these up on the way to the cot. Since Sturgeon and Kilo went

in for the Watertown, he might like to join me on the flight deck in giving him

a hero's buckle.

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?

Tom Clancy.

They're both bookmarked halfway through.

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

You're kidding.

Well, 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?

I'm packed as tightly as you are.

I know.

Parm. Just take the half you haven't read.

Come on, we gotta go. Throw your shoes on.

Lieutenant. 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 Dunstan, in Afghanistan.

Marie, I'm at a Marine base camp in Kandahar where there's been a new

in the war on terrorism.

A JAG officer has been critically injured by a landmine. JAGs are here to

commanders on rules of engagement.

Not someone you'd expect... to see at the casualty.

Landmines aren't selected, Marie.

We'll have more for you on this story at The Develop.

Now we continue with our coverage of the Senate Intelligence.

Ma 'am.

Tyner. The Admiral would like to see you.

If 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

Seahawk, along with Rad McKenzie. There's a number of Army and Air Force

country. Yeah, Bud's all right, sir.

I mean, don't people just know when someone they're really close to gets

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 a C.

Lots of the time.

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 at six and had to fly halfway

India to run it out of fuel.

The 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 the

missile. Hey, hon, 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 emailed Bud. That's how we found out about it. But I'm sure what

Singer's mouth happened to, he knows by now.

You'd think you're Alec Baldwin. Or Sean Connery. I will strangle that

lieutenant when we get back.

Boy, you have at least 18 hours to wait. Run a cod to Bahrain at 1700 and then a

commercial jet to D .C.

Hard to give me time to report aboard, let alone shower.

By the way, where's Mr. Roberts?

In country at a school dedication.

Probably having the time of his life.

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

Lieutenant, it's Coates.

I'm with you. Ready, officer.

You can't go with them. Watch me!

Ready, officer. Call on me.

Jack on the bridge.

Jack, reporting is working.

At ease.

Lieutenant Roberts has been injured in Afghanistan.

He stepped on a landmine.

I knew you'd do this, Skipper.

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

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

Guadalcanal. Facilities and doctors are in place for just this type of ground

injury. Requests an immediate helo to the Guadalcanal 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 Rav aboard the Seahawk, sir.

Tell me what, Bud.

Commander, I can't spare all of you.

One can stay as ever.

Seahawk Jagger replaced Roberts.

You thought 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 talking... Lieutenant Sims and I are talking about buying a

house. A .J. loves his preschool.

Things change, Lieutenant.

Mission statements change.

We changed with them.

Or you'd left behind.

Tyner?

Sir.

Ask Lieutenant Thames to come see me, please.

Sorry, sir.

Hi, sir.

Well?

One of us is to remain on board to fill Bud's bill at the original order stand

for the other two.

Who stays?

That's up to us.

You both know Bud longer. I'll go.

So, um, will you want to flip for it?

No, you can have Bud spilling.

You sure you don't want to flip?

Positive.

Hey, you, uh, you give Bud my best, huh? Yeah, we'll do.

All right, let's go. I'm not going.

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

You are. Then what are you doing?

He's disobeying orders.

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

Fine, give Harry a hug for me then, will you? I'm not leaving.

Then you're acting jacked. Not unless you're on that cod.

Can't do it, Mac. Neither can I. You two hear yourselves?

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

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

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

The injured Jag is Bud.

He's alive.

They're treating him.

How badly is he hurt, sir?

Period.

He's in critical condition.

He's lost a leg.

He's labored.

Pulse 135.

Pressure 90 over 60. It's dropping fast.

Shoot the dragon.

Tyner will drive you home.

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 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

you are, but you will not.

You will give your keys to Tyner. He'll get your vehicle to you.

Thank you, sir.

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.

Karim Yousefi 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 labored.

Where's the anesthesia? On its way, ma 'am.

We have to intubate now.

All right, 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. All right, ma 'am.

Heart rate dropping, ma 'am. All right, we're set.

Let's get a look at those pipes.

Go.

I've got edema.

Airway is closing. Suction. Stolic is 80. Pulse 102.

15 liters O2. Dopamine drip. Dopamine at 5.

Anesthesia's here.

Who's our guest? Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

JAG officer from the Seahawk.

How did JAG get his leg blown off?

Steps on a line.

Take him down, Lieutenant.

Aye, aye, ma 'am. Five over set.

BP 76 over 58.

That sucks.

Increased dopamine to 7 mics per minute. Aye, aye, ma 'am. Template.

All right, boys and girls. The name of the game is Amputate. We want our knife.

Shapely stump them or done.

Let's hit it.

How is he?

Bad, sir. He's 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 met 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

out to the helo as fast as possible.

Sounds like he saved his life, Petty Officer.

Not if he doesn't make it.

He'll make it.

He'll make it.

I'm wondering if you could look at something in Commander Rav's office.

Commander Rav's office?

Yeah, it's a... I want your opinion on a question of protocol.

Okay.

If anything's okay, bud, you're acting a little weirder than usual.

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

Bud, I don't think it's the time of the play.

Are you going to open it?

It's empty.

It's empty.

It's empty.

It's not

the

whole time.

Mikey. Hey.

Any word on Bud?

Nothing new. I tried to call you. Admiral Chadwick can call me in

arrange an emergency leave. I got here as soon as I could.

Can I come in?

Yes, I'm sorry.

This is nice.

I wanted to talk to Vic, but 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

soften the blow or something like that, although I don't know how you soften the

blow or something like that. I mean, I think the Admiral tried to, or maybe he

just said it straight out. I'm not sure.

I mean, he called me into his office. Actually, Tyner called me into his

and then the Admiral told me that...

Bud was the injured jag, and then I don't know what happened. Harriet.

I was in a daze, and I just walked out the door, and then I just ran into that

big singer, and she was just smirking. She was smirking, and so I think she's

glad that it happened because then that will put her over Bud in the promotion.

Harriet.

I'm wiped out.

Would you mind giving me a cup of coffee?

Of course.

How do you take it?

Black would be great.

State your names for the record, please.

Rear Admiral A .J. Chigwood, sir.

Lieutenant Lauren Singer, sir.

We'll begin with you, Lieutenant Singer.

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 led by an Al -Qaeda

named Kabir.

Yes, sir. I was assigned to assist Admiral Chedwick. And it's my

that you coordinated all the intelligence data and the reports from

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

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, and intelligence

gathering. Would you say your SEAL training and experience...

Is 10 years old 15?

At least 15, sir. So you're rusty and she's brand new. On whose orders were

two of you placed at the vanguard of a nuclear crisis?

Secretary of the Navy, sir.

When's the last time you ate, coach?

I'm fine here.

Why don't you go down the mess hall and grab some vehicle?

Sir, really, I'm not hungry.

It's not a suggestion by the 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 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 plant man.

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 die.

You're not going to need one.

Foreign matter here, ma 'am.

A quarter and two dimes.

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

Could be infection.

Give him 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.

Penicillin stat. Redo that one. 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. Yes, ma 'am. It won't happen

again. I need some irrigation.

Aye, aye, ma 'am.

Scotty, clamp that.

Hurry up.

Got it. Come in.

More vascular cleanup. Flying in, ma 'am.

Vitals? 90 over 40. Pulse 120.

It's getting weaker.

Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.

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

I wouldn't put money on it.

Lieutenant Roberts is resting comfortably, but he's still in critical

If 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, Petty Officer.

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 we see him? In a little while.

Ensign Viadine will tell you when.

If you'll excuse me.

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

No, she doesn't.

Steiner, where's the change of order to 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 get him.

Sir, Commander Turner said Colonel McKenzie and Commander Rapp couldn't

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, Tyner? No, sir.

What? Sir, which one do I charge?

Both of them.

Aye, sir.

What is it, Tyner?

Admiral, I was just thinking.

Legally, I believe only one of them is disobeyed in order.

Tyner.

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, Tyner, why don't you...

Make your first legal decision.

You decide which one to charge.

Me, sir?

That's right, Tyner. 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 practice bud?

I have an assignment, ma 'am, from the Admiral.

A legal assignment?

Yes, ma 'am.

What is it?

It concerns Commander Rabb and Colonel McKenzie.

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 McKenzie

Tyner. Ma 'am?

Cut to the chase.

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, between Commander Rabb and Colonel McKenzie...

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 Chegwitten has ordered me to decide which one to charge.

Which one's senior?

Uh, Lieutenant Colonel McKenzie by two months, ma 'am.

Then charge Commander Rapp.

Cannot go wrong charging a junior officer.

I got some nice pink here.

A little blue. That's just bruising.

This is not good.

Purple areas.

Definitely going necrotic.

It is pretty few and far between, Commander.

It's spread. 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 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

exit first and the junior officer last.

You're the junior officer, bud.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Commander Ferraro says you may see the lieutenant for five minutes before we

operate. Operate? We have to do a revision.

Hey, bud.

Little AJ's sleeping so restlessly, it's as if he knows.

I understand, sir.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

I was going to wrap.

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 Rav 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? And how much more stress can he

take in critical condition?

Blood's strong. He'll make it. You don't know...

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.

Oh, thank you.

Okay,

look. We've got 15 minutes to get to the chapel, so let's get these Hollywood

sunglasses off to you and...

You're next.

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 is 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 Watt?

There was a limited exchange of information with one field officer,

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

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, 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

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

it's probable.

On what basis would you say that? Lieutenant, you've just seen a Secretary

the Navy lose his job. ...killing Americans as Kabir did.

Vital. Systolic 82.

Pull steady at 120.

Check for necrotic tissue.

Aye, aye, ma 'am. None here. None here either, ma 'am, and good blood flow.

Ma 'am, vital dropping.

BP, 80 over 60, pulse 140. Did you clamp all your vessels? Yes, ma 'am. 70 over

50, pulse 140.

I don't understand.

We missed something, an artery. How? I don't know. It's somewhere else. We need

an MRI.

Lieutenant. 50 more 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

hemorrhage. Here, betadine. Aye, aye, ma 'am. And his belly, now. Right here.

10 blade, ma 'am. You're not putting drapes on, ma 'am? No time. Starting my

cut.

Whoa. Bling rupture! I hate these.

Should I prep a mesh bag, ma 'am? No, this bling can't be saved.

Beep, beep.

Oh, it's blue.

Charge the pedal to 200.

Aye, aye, ma 'am. One, two, three, four,

five. Charge it.

Five.

Clear!

Take over.

Aye, aye, ma 'am. Don't respond.

Take it up to 300.

Aye, aye. 300 joules, ma 'am. Two, three, two. Clear! Clear!

Still no response, ma 'am.

Nobody's home, ma 'am.

I'm going to call it.

Time of death, 2104.

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

Yeah, mommy's right.

Oh, she's tired.

Where's my five?

Yeah.

Daddy. Don't you tell us he's dead.

Don't you dare tell us.

Commander. Commander Ferraro.

He just kick -started himself.

Damnedest thing I ever saw.

Dollars 80, pull 60.

Let's go, boys and girls. We've got a real fighter here.

Daddy, come home.

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 Seahawk Jag and who missed movement?

Well, when I left the commander and the colonel, they were still discussing

that, sir.

Petty Officer Tyner asked me the same question.

He 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've 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 problems... 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...

I was in Vietnam.

Had a good friend, a Marine captain, who flew helo insertions.

Davey.

Davey served three tours, shot down four times, wounded twice, captured once,

and escaped. After the war, flew crop dusters, fire drops, flew out to

drilling platforms.

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

Last year he chucked to death on the chicken barn in his ranch in Texas.

Cliche 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, Meg.

I 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 we were nothing.

This doctor cares.

She's doing everything she can for Bud.

Okay, let's get this belly cleaned out. Amanda, 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 just about guarantee infection.

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

That's too high, ma 'am. He's gonna coat again. Don't talk.

So? Pulse 145.

Out of your head, it came 50 pounds, so you definitely need to catch some shut

-eye, coach.

I think I'm gonna be sick, sir.

Well, take a deep breath.

And let it out slowly.

Better? No, sir. I'm in a hurl.

I've got no necrotic tissue.

Good blood flow.

Ditto, Commander.

BP 86 over 58. Pulse 120.

Give him 500 cc of saline. Aye, ma 'am.

Irrigate, Commander.

Everything clamped? Yes, ma 'am. Irrigate away.

Come on. Stay with us, Lieutenant.

We're almost done.

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 Lieutenant who did it.

And he's one hell of a fighter.