JAG (1995–2005): Season 4, Episode 5 - The Martin Baker Fan Club - full transcript

MAN (over radio): Dragon
Two, Birdman, let's go home.

MAN 2: Roger that, Birdman.

Break right! Break right!

Dragon Two, I'm hit!

Can you make the beach?

No, she's breaking up!

Get out of there, Birdman!

Get out of there!

Eject! Eject!

(sighing)

You did it, Birdman.



You finally flew the nest.

(keys jingling)

MAN: wouldn't
stop looking at me.

(accordion playing
"Don't Fence Me In")

(accordion playing grows louder)

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.



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.

Suffered post-traumatic
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 flier 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 free will.

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.

And 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 going to have there?

Well...

that's why I called you.

CHEGWIDDEN:
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... Why do you keep coming
to his rescue, What the hell's going on b

and what in God's
name has he done

to earn your loyalty?

He fought a war,
sir, just like you.

Just 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's spent the
rest of his life, Admiral,

paying for those mistakes.

Sir, I... 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.

(chuckles)

After six months of
outpatient treatment,

he was admitted to
the local VA hospital.

So I went to see him.

Took an 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 a nurse

who 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.

The last time I saw him,

he was completely
bedridden, wearing diapers.

Where is the respect?

Permission to find out, sir.

What's going on?

House cleaning, 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.

A 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, uh... he's in a
war stress recovery unit

in a local VA facility.

I'm trying to keep
him out of prison.

Look, uh...

can you handle the
Hinshaw case alone?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Don't do it.

Mac...

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.

And 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?

MAN: 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 program is drug free,

relying instead on group
and individual therapy.

Mm. 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, Counselor.

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 Honor,

Defense exhibit
one... A 1994 directive

from the Veteran's
Administration

prescribing a 20% budget
cutback at the Paley facility.

Doctor, was your division

affected by these rollbacks?

We coped.

By cutting staff and
reducing programs?

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 behavior.

They weren't responding
to the reduced therapy?

Your Honor, objection.

Withdrawn.

Doctor, if the ward was secured,

how was it that Richard La
Croix was able to jump ten stories

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 good 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.

Oh... 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?

(chuckles)

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... (clears throat)
remembered later.

RABB: Wasn't something
that stuck with you.

Of the, uh...
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.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Uh...

how you guys doing?

Excellence.

Oh, good.

You happy here?

ROSCOE: 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.

Served in the Gulf.

RABB: 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.

Is this, uh, 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...

(plays "Battle Hymn
of the Republic")

and that's exactly

why you're going
to 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.

Hallelujah!

What are you doing?

Plugging in my
new surge protector.

Wh... 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 they were 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 done,
just please ask me.

Do me a favor 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 want to make this
pregnancy their problem.

Well, they don't mind.

I mind.

No special treatment.

RABB: Were you in the
common room the night

Richard 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.

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...

And until you've been in a POW
camp or a locked hospital ward,

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

JUDGE: Sir, you must refrain

from responding to
counsel unless addressed.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

May I proceed, Your Honor?

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 stories

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?

(snorting chuckle)

What?

Your Honor, I'd like to...

read from government
exhibits five and six...

Excerpts from Lieutenant
Oakley's daily observations

and Dr. Inge's
subsequent response.

"March 16, 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... I wanted
to-to stop him

from hiding behind the drug.

This approach is based

on your vast
counseling experience?

Objection, Your Honor.

I'm being harassed
by my own lawyer.

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

RABB: 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...

the shame you felt

at 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 valor.

You were threatened by him

because he reminded you
of your failure as a marine.

Well, that's not true.

You loathed and feared him

because he was
everything you were not.

No, sir.

(breathing heavily)

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...

24 years locked
inside of himself.

He got so used to
sitting in the same chair

that his spine
took on its shape.

And 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.

ROSCOE: Who's
there? Who's there?

What are you doing in my room?!

Get out of my room!

Get out! Get out!

(grunting)

Get out.

(grunting and moaning)

ROSCOE: 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 want to 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 back at 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
for me to defend you.

Now, calm down,
and let me do my job.

Something happening?

It's a precaution.

One of the, uh,
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 color

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 Honor, the
Defense would like...

ROSCOE: Would like to recall
Darren Oakley to the stand.

Uh, Your Honor,
my client is confused.

That is not who I wish to call.

What now?

Your Honor, I'm just trying
to protect my interests.

There have been
attempts to silence me.

Counselor, control your client.

I have been harassed,
and I have been terrorized,

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

allow these offenses
to be ignored

or swept under the rug.

Your Honor, 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 Honor.

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

if it can stop any more
injuries to innocent victims!

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 to that hospital.

I mean, that is my
point, Commander.

The patients, they're victims...

They're 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 defense

based on mental defect.

You going to argue I'm crazy?

Not mentally responsible.

You-you can't do that.

And what about the
medication issue?

Now it's not going
to have any meaning

if it's attributed to the
rantings of some nutball.

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

They'll-they'll drug me.

I'm going to ask the
judge for 24 hours to...

re-strategize.

No arguments.

I'm going to 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 officers on
the flight crew of the Coral Sea.

He was so convinced that
something was going to happen

to one of his Tomcat pilots,
that he locked the lieutenant

in his quarters
prior to exercises?

You pled mental defect,
and you got him off

with a nonpunitive
letter of censure.

Do 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 want to help you.

I'm not resisting.

No, I understand.

You're busy.

(sighs)

Redecorating, Ensign?

Oh... there's already a
coffeemaker in the kitchen,

so the Admiral thought

we could make better
use of this space.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

I vote for a hot tub.

Let me. Oh!

Step aside, Ensign.

Step aside.

It's just a little
heavier than I thought.

I got it. It's okay.

You going to 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 been thinking about that.

I admit, it's possible.

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.

(gasps)

Your sister still
live in Nova Scotia?

Uh-huh.

I'm going to 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.

(doorbell buzzing)

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.

(sighs)

Acqua minerale.

Snifters.

It's vintage.

It's nice.

Nostrovya.

(speaking Russian)

I learned it from Rusza.

It means, "May angels
appear at your doorstep."

Aha.

(doorbell buzzing)

ROSCOE: 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, I think it's a good
thing you came here

because I can arrange

for you to go back without
jeopardizing your safety.

CHODOROWSKY: 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.

ROSCOE: 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.

Somewhere deep in
your consciousness,

you think that 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.

Well, that's not
going to happen.

Then can I have a milk shake?

Come on, Harriet, let's go.

It's almost 11:00.

(Harriet sobbing)

So far, the only offense
committed is by the hospital

for the breakdown in conditions
that led to your escape.

I don't even 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.

CHODOROWSKY: ♪ Up, up and away ♪

♪ In my beautiful, my
beautiful balloon... ♪

(doorbell buzzing)

(doorbell buzzing)

It's a cop. Damn.

Go! Go!

Go down the fire
escape. Come one.

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?

BROOKHURST: Hands on your head.

Take it easy, soldier.

Easy.

BROOKHURST: Okay...

get out of here.

Get out of here!

Now! (gunshot)

ROSCOE: Hey, Mike...

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

Listen, Mike, uh...

we're going to have
to get out of here.

They're not going to help us.

Whoa, whoa...

Maybe we should talk about that.

(distant thunder rumbling)

ROBERTS: God, you're
shaking so much, honey.

Does it still hurt?

We're going to lose the baby.

No, no, baby, we're not
going to lose the baby.

I'm so 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?

Yeah. I'm so stupid!

I don't deserve to have a baby!

Sweetheart, it's
going to be okay.

It's going to be all right.

(sirens wailing)

Go, move! Move! Move!

Stand by.

(accordion playing
gentle melody)

(pounding at door)

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.

HERRERA: 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.

(continues playing)

What's going on in there?!

RABB: Just a minute,
Captain! Roscoe...

I need your help.

And I needed yours.

Now, let's start talking sense,

fellas.

You two are going
to 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.

And no locked doors.

And I want everything
in writing before we go.

I'm not going back.

No!

Go! Go!

No!

Hold it!

All right, now...

everybody take a breath, okay?

Brookhurst, put the weapon down.

Put it down.

Go ahead.

(chords play)

No!

BROOKHURST: Oh, no, Roscoe!

OFFICER: Get him out! Roscoe?

I'm Captain Herrera.

Get an ambulance.

(sirens wailing, indistinct
radio transmission)

DOCTOR: Two bullets
passed through his shoulder

causing no significant
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?

Well, there's been
a lot of 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...

MacKENZIE: Harriet? Bud?

Mac, why don't you
go... check it out,

and I'll be in in a minute.

Okay.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Raymond to MICU.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(over P.A.): Hospital
escort to CCU.

Hospital escort to CCU.

(labored breathing)

Commander?

Hey.

Brookhurst?

He's okay.

Mm... Good.

Real good.

(grunting)

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, uh...

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.

(chuckles softly)

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.

(laughs)

This hasn't all been for naught.

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.

Um... Lieutenant
Roberts is here.

With his wife.

She's, uh, pregnant.

I should... I should
check in on him...

See how he's doing.

I'll be here.

Well, uh... I'll be back.

You should go.

You might get caught.

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

It's been years.

(grunting)

You found me.

But... but that's because

we-we watched
them take you away.

Come here.

Don't you disappoint me.

W-w-what about you?

We'll all win.

Bring me my flag.

Now, put it...

put it between my teeth.

Go.

Go.

(flatline beeps)

(beeping rhythmically)

DOCTOR: 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 that I've given you
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, did it?

I don't think so.

Well, how do you know, Doctor?

You see that blip on the screen?

It's a heartbeat.