JAG

Previously on JAG.

Over here!

Over here!

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, it's Coates.

You're gonna be okay.

Save the boy.

The boy's okay.

He's okay, Lieutenant.

It's just dirt.

Guys swallow it sometimes when they get shell.

I radioed for a medevac.

It'll be here in ten.

No time.

We'll use our helo.

He needs a medevac with proper equipment, a corpsman.

He's gotta go now, Sergeant!

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?

Come on, guys, step to the landmine.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Landmine injury with traumatic amputation of my lower leg.

Get him under the table, let's have a look.

You got it.

Lost a lot of blood.

Ringer's over here.

He's in shock.

Corporal, get an IV.

Come on in.

Unconscious, but pupils are reactive.

Airway clear.

Breathing's labored but steady.

I'm gonna have to clean this up.

Give me six of O2.

I got the O2.

Ringer's wide open, two units of O and egg.

And I need tubes for the nose and host.

Sawyer, start a dopamine.

Thermosine dressing, sir.

Double time.

I'm on it.

Starting my cut.

How are his vitals?

Stalag 60, heart rate 145.

Moving four materials.

How much for the plan?

I got sticks and stones and bits of bone.

Give me a saline wash.

You heard him.

Get on it.

Right.

Removing blood clot.

Fog from the uniform.

Stalag 63, heart rate 136.

What's his name?

Lieutenant Roberts.

Stalag's dropping.

Come on, Lieutenant Roberts.

Get with the program.

Who is it?

Harm.

Uh, just a second.

Come on, Mac.

What are you doing?

Open up.

Uh, packing.

Well, open up.

Let me help.

I'm also dressing.

I can help with that, too.

Why don't you want a carrier and you revert to a...

Yeah, I'll back you up.

Um, a truly considerate fellow officer.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

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

Well, since Sturgis is heloing in for the Watertown, I thought you 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.

Arms.

Just take the halves you haven't read.

Come on, we gotta go.

Throw your shoes on.

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

Against the Seahawk Carrier Group, did you not?

Yes, sir.

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.

Lieutenant, we're about to be in the middle of an old-fashioned witch hunt.

Surely they're not hunting us, sir.

We're going to have to 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 casualty in the war on terrorism.

A JAG officer has been critically injured by a landmine.

JAGs are here to advise commanders on rules of engagement.

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

Landmines aren't selective, Marie.

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

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

Ma'am?

Tyner?

The Admiral would like to see you.

He 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 Rad Mckenzie.

There's a number of...

Army and Air Force Jags in country.

Yeah, Bud's all right, sir.

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

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

Thank you, sir.

I wouldn't worry if I were you.

The Jag officer was injured by a landmine.

Landmine?

Well, then it couldn't be Bud.

He's at sea.

Most of the time.

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 to India to run it out of fuel.

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 emailed Bud.

That's how we found out about it.

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

knows by now you think you're Alec Baldwin.

Or Sean Connery.

I will strangle that lieutenant when we get back.

Well, you have at least 18 hours to wait.

Run a COD to Bahrain at the 1700 and then a commercial jet to D.C.

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

By the way, where's Lieutenant Roberts?

In country at a school dedication.

Probably having the time of his life.

Alright, hustle up, be careful with the IV and the blood bag!

Lieutenant, it's Coates.

I'm with you.

Petty Officer, you can't go with them.

Watch me!

Petty Officer, come with me.

Alright.

No one can escape!

Jag on the bridge.

Jag's reporting his orders.

At ease.

Lieutenant Roberts has been injured in Afghanistan.

Stand.

He stepped on a landmine.

How serious is it, Skipper?

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

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

Guadalcanal.

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

Requests 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.

Admirals, Commander Rabb aboard the Seahawk, sir.

Tell me you wouldn't, Bud.

Damn it.