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- Previously, on Doc...

- Dr. Larsen has no recollection
of the last eight years.

- But we're letting her audit
their cases anyway?

- His arrhythmia was less benign
than everyone thought.

He was on a school trip
and his heart gave out.

- And we couldn't handle
the grief?

- How am I supposed to tell her
that I don't even

live with her?
- What happened, Michael?

- I can't do this here.
- Can I see the Dixon results?

- One thing didn't add up.
Toxicology showed beta blockers,

but they weren't listed
on administered meds.

- Trying to get into
my old emails.

- I thought eight years
of information

might trigger some memories.

[ducks calling]

- Well, Dad,
I finally got you back.

[exhales]

I'm never gonna give up.

- Spare a dollar?
- Uh, sorry, no cash.

[man grunting]

Did you seriously think
I was gonna fall for...

[choking]

[gasping]

- Hey! Oh my God.

Miss... Hey, Miss, you okay?

You okay? Oh my God.
Someone call 911!

- This better be good.
Or really bad.

- Okay, 48 hours of deep diving
into my electronic past

and this is what I've got:

hundreds of sharp, curt,
sarcastic texts to Michael,

but somehow all of them
without much substance.

And then a two-week period
in September 2018

that's completely missing.

- That was when you found out
Katie was reading

your text messages. You deleted

that part of the chain
and you were a lot more

careful after that.

- Well, apparently I wasn't
so careful on video.

- "Marriage counselor suggests
we review this"?

- Happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to moi!

Happy birthday to the greatest!
[laughs]

- Happy birthday to you!

- Oh my God.

Is that what you call dancing?
- Well, no!

- You're so embarrassing!

- Go be with your friends then.

[exhales]

[Michael]: Pretty great, huh?

- Yeah. One big happy family.

- 'Kay. Maybe you want to keep
your voice down with the snark.

- Yes, sir.

- Everything can't be
about the holy Amy Larsen

and we can't be
split into factions.

- You want peace? Maybe don't
call her "brain-damaged"

in front of
the entire department.

- I'm sorry I offended.

Meantime, I'm a third-year
resident

and you're an intern
rounding with me.

So, you'll put your feelings
about all this aside

and follow my lead.

- I never had an allergic
reaction to food before,

so I don't know if it
was the shrimp or peanuts maybe,

but my throat just
started closing up.

- Diminished breath sounds,
can hear crackles bilaterally.

- How'd you get the cuts
on your arms?

- I tinker with engines.
- Oh, you a mechanic?

- Planes, not cars.

This was just supposed to be
a short trip.

I gotta get back to Houston.

- Fort Polk or Cavazos?

DOD number on your back
kind of gave you away.

- I am a Marine.
Inactive Reserves.

You serve?
- Combat medic.

Ranger. Four years.
- Impressive.

- Your oxygen level's still low,

and your chest X-rays show
some airway collapse

and pulmonary congestion
from the anaphylaxis.

- Well, what are you
worried about? I mean,

that's gonna heal with time, right?

- Well, it should,
but we need to make sure

there wasn't any serious injury
to your lungs.

Did you throw up?
Or feel like you aspirated?

- No, no, just my throat was...
[coughing]

- Can I see the chart, please?

[tense music]

- Paramedics said when
they brought you in,

you were clutching onto
that canister. What's in it?

- My father's ashes.

- Oh, sorry.

- No. He died
a year and a half ago.

Donated his body to science,
and they just...

[coughing]

I came back to take him home.

- Are you taking
corticosteroids?

- No, why would you ask me that?

- Your blood analysis shows
low levels of cortisol.

Which could be-
- Which is probably

a result of the anaphylaxis.

Any history of adrenal issues?
Addison's Disease?

- No, no. Never been sick
a day in my life.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yeah. Your oxygen levels

and your blood pressure's
normal, so except for that

goose egg on your forehead,
I'd say you're doing fine.

- Imagine wearing this
"goose egg" on your face

and having no idea
how it got there.

- Yeah, yeah,
that's gotta be rough.

- Rough is not getting
the corner table

at Spoon and Stable
on a Saturday night.

Dementia at 62 years old?

You're going to have to find
a more vivid adjective

than the pathetically
pedestrian,

utterly minimizing one
that you just opted for.

- Yes, Ma'am, I-
- Oh, don't "ma'am" me now!

Your "aw shucks" affect
may be a winning formula

with the nurses,
but it's frankly just

an irritating pander for me.

- Hello, Ms. Reinhold.

I'm told you were asking for me.

- I didn't ask for...

Wait! I remember you.

You're that simpering wannabe

I never liked
in the first place.

Now where is the Chief?
Dr. Larsen!

- Uh, Ms. Larsen
- Doctor, Dr. Larsen.

She'll be here in a minute.

- Yes, go ahead.
Consult, consult.

Whatever you do, don't mind me.

- What do you think
you're doing?

- She has early-onset
Alzheimer's.

She fell, she hit her head,
she doesn't recall it.

But she does remember
her doctor,

and she's not gonna trust you
and me until she sees Amy.

- I am a Rhodes Scholar,
Oxford fellow,

and Dean of Applied Mathematics
at U. of M.,

and I demand to have
my care supervised

by someone I'd consider a peer!

- Yeah.

- Hey, I need to talk to you.

- Okay.

- Happy birthday to you!

- Oh my God, is that what
you call dancing?

- Well, no!
- You're so embarrassing!

- Go be with
your friends, then.

[exhales]

[Michael]: Pretty great, huh?

- Yeah. One big happy family.

- 'Kay. Maybe you want to keep
your voice down with the snark.

- Yes, sir.
Where are the gift bags?

- Uh, I thought you
brought them out.

- No, Michael,
that was your job.

Well, I guess
if I'm not everywhere,

then things just have a tendency
to go wrong, don't they?

- Today cannot be about Danny.

- Don't come in here
and try to handle me, Gina.

[Michael]: Okay,
I'm turning this off.

- Oh, right, 'cause
I'm the problem?

- I assume you already
asked Gina about this.

- Yeah. She didn't want
to get into detail.

Michael, why was I
so angry at you?

[scoffs]
- I didn't bring out

the gift bags.
- No, I...

Okay, when I say,

"If I'm not everywhere,"

I meant the museum, didn't I?

- We lost a child.

You know most couples
don't survive that.

- Come on, Michael.
I am blaming you for something.

I'm blaming you for that day, right?

- Oh my God.

- You can't do this!

- You know, you don't
get to tell me

what I can and cannot do!

[tense music]

- Michael, I know
that I hurt you.

But I need to know
what happened.

[knocking, door opening]

- I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but you're needed
on the Internal Medicine floor

right away.
- I'll be right there.

[door closing]

Don't wait here.

I have nothing else
to say about this.

[sighs]

[elevator dings]

- You do understand we're not
leaving here without her?

- I do not have the authority
to release her to you

and, frankly, I can't be sure
you have that authority.

- We have the authority
of the United States Government,

so I'd appreciate
your cooperation.

[tense music]

- Sir, I'm going to have to ask
that you keep your voice down.

You are disturbing the patients
here and my staff-

- We're not disturbing
Dr. Coleman, are we?

[exhales]
- Dr. Coleman felt a duty

to call you, and we needed
access to her medical records,

but now you need to give us
space to do our work.

- I'm Dr. Michael Hamda.
I run this hospital. You are?

- Lieutenant Walter Branch,
USMC.

We're here to transfer
Major Luna Elliott

to a military hospital
forthwith.

I don't understand why
we're meeting such resistance.

- I thought you said
you were inactive.

What's going on here?

- I lied. I-I'm sorry.

- Respectfully, I understand
your position,

but, as I've already told you,
until we ascertain

the severity of her condition,
she should not be moved.

- We have medical transport
standing by

and can have her at
our facility within the hour.

- I don't advise that.

- I think it's best we have
a word with Major Elliott.

- I have been taking steroids.
Just for the pain and recovery.

But they don't know, and if
they find out, I'm finished.

- They're not gonna kick you out
of the Marines for that.

- You don't understand;
I'm not just a Marine.

- Uh, Major Elliott,
they want to talk to you.

- Tell them I can't. Please.

- O2 sats are dipping.

Them being here isn't helping.

- Look, I don't want to get
into a pissing contest with you,

but our patient's very-
- Let me be clear.

Your patient is a United States
Marines test pilot

currently billeted
to the Johnson Space Center.

- She's an astronaut?!
- She's in training

for a space flight to
the International Space Station.

Grant me access,

or expect to hear from
the Department of Defense.

- I'll await that call.
Now, if you don't mind,

there's a waiting room
over there for visitors.

Keep me posted.

[Jake]: Hey, where's Dr. Larsen?

- As I understand it,
she's not actually considered

a doctor at the moment.
- Come on, give me a break,

Julie, you don't know
the rounding assignments?

- She's supposed to be shadowing
Dr. Park,

but I haven't seen her today.

[door opening]
Oh, speak of the devil.

- There you are.

I have got a mission for you,
should you choose to accept it.

- I'm intrigued.
- Good.

How's your method acting?

[knocking]

Hey, look who I found.

- You want a gold star?
- You handing 'em out?

- Millennials. Participation
trophy just for showing up.

- Yeah, okay, Boomer.
- At last,

evidence of a backbone!
- All right, let's get this show

on the road. I don't have
all day. Are you in any pain?

- Well, I have a headache.
- Tell us about this fall.

- No recollection.
- Dizziness,

migraines, blackouts?
- Your guess is as good as mine.

- Well, I think you know
I don't guess.

Let's have you
walk for us for a bit.

Looks like some
right hip weakness.

I'm gonna listen
to your heart.

- No murmurs, rubs, or gallops.
- Are you really speaking

while I'm trying to listen?

- Sorry, my bad.

- Hmm. And her meds?

- Just Memantine, 10 mg
twice a day for the Alzheimer's.

- Any side effects?

- I didn't see anything
in the charts.

- Maybe you should contact
her neurologist

before you drag me in here
with incomplete information.

- I am so sorry.
Asking right now.

Good to have her back?
- Yes.

- When I said "follow my lead,"
this wasn't what I had in mind.

- She lied about being
in the Reserves

and she didn't have us
call her commanding officer.

It's called "failure to report,"
and it's unacceptable.

- Well, I hope you didn't
tell them your theory

that she's hopped up
on corticosteroids?

- I ran some more tests
on her blood,

and they came back inconclusive.
So, no.

- You ran unnecessary labs
on your own,

then called
the Defense Department.

Without telling me?
- I guess we have different

ideas about loyalty.

- Well, my loyalty's always
to the patient.

Which is why I'm gonna
tell you the truth:

she has been taking Medrol.

She experienced shortness
of breath last week,

assumed it was the meds,

got a new script
for hydrocortisone

from her a la carte doctor.

Which is what caused
the allergic reaction.

- Very nice.
- Sounds like she's been getting

pretty banged up from all
her training exercises.

She was just trying not
to get herself bounced.

- So she's been taking them
for months.

Which is complicating
her medical situation.

- I spoke to Dr. Miller.
Until she's in custody,

there will be legal discussions
at a much higher level

than ours, which will determine

whether we are compelled
to reveal this.

So, mouth shut. Got it?

- Yes, ma'am.

[exhales]

[Michael]: All right
[Danny]: Yay!

- Last one, pal.
You're gonna explode.

- Mwah!
- Hey! Katie,

stop torturing your brother.

- Can't. It's too much fun.
- Butt munch.

- Baby.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Knock it off.
Get ready for school.

- Okay, okay. That's it.

[Danny whines]

Why did we have kids again?
- Uh, because you wanted them.

- No. No, no, no.
It was all you.

We were at the lake
and you said,

"Don't you think
we should start a family?"

And then you looked at me
with the sexy eyes.

- Oh, yeah. No, I remember.
- Do you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good, well, keep those happy

thoughts in your mind

while you agree to take my place
on Danny's field trip today.

That was sneaky.
- I know, but I have

this extremely obstinate
end-stage heart failure patient

who wants meds instead
of the LVAD that he needs.

- And let me guess.
Only you can convince him.

- Well. I mean,
I am very convincing.

- I guess I can move
some things around. For you.

- Thank you.

[Michael scoffs]

Mmm...
[chuckling]

[knocking]

- Sorry, Dr. Hamda?

Bill Malden from the Department
of Defense called again-

- No. Tell him I'm in a meeting.

- And Dr. Walker's
here to see you.

[exhales]

- You have bent over backwards
to help her.

I know how painful
all of this is.

So when you asked me and Katie
to keep quiet

about Nora's pregnancy,
I respected it.

I don't know what
your plan is there,

but you asked,
so I'm going with your flow.

- But this?
- She has a right to know

what happened to her son.

And to her marriage.

And not the watered-down

Cliff Notes version
you've been selling her.

- So I'm obligated to put myself
through this again.

That's what you
walked in here to say?

- Yes.

- You here as her psychiatrist
or as her friend?

'Cause it feels like
you're wearing too many hats.

- You can't leave her
in the dark forever.

And if you don't tell her,
eventually I'll have to.

[machine whirring, beeping]

- Some patchy areas
of consolidation

in the lower lobes.

- Swelling of the left node,
small pleural effusion.

- Looks like pulmonary edema, too.

- Likely from the Medrol.
- Maybe.

- What happened with the PFTs?

- Recent insult,
looks like another process

likely preceded it.
We're thinking pneumonia.

[exhales]
- Yeah, definitely pneumonia.

And we just got her labs.
Her white count's up to 19.

How's her fever?
- The last one was 101.8.

Cough's getting worse,
more productive,

chills, sweating, headaches.
- Start broad-spectrum

antibiotics,
chest physical therapy,

Lasix to diurese some of this
fluid from the corticosteroids.

- Well, I'm assuming they're
no longer trying to move her.

- Well, this definitely
helps our case to keep her.

- I'd very much like
to go home now, please!

Unless you're enjoying
the Poke and Prod clinic

you've been doing with my body!

In which case, by all means,
keep me here

until I completely lose my mind!

And I mean that literally!
Unfortunately.

- So, we think she had a TIA.
- Mm-hmm.

- Why?
- She has right hip flexion

weakness on walking,
and no right hip weakness

in her history.
- Well, she's sore.

She just took a fall.
- She's 62 with early onset.

A sudden fall seven months
into her diagnosis...

- And she has no memory
the moments right before.

- Any history of coronary
artery disease?

- No.

- Valvular heart disease?
Arrhythmias?

- No.
- And my cholesterol's fine!

Not even on statins!

- Guess her hearing's fine, too.

- And I'm not interested
in any TIA!

Unless you're talking about
that snappy number

from "A Chorus Line."

- It can't hurt
to do a brain MRI.

- You want to put that woman
through a 45-minute brain scan

based on an intuition
that defies

the rest of her history
and exam findings? No.

No, get a hip X-ray,

rule out a fracture
and send her home.

- Not appreciating
the clandestine whispering!

- Now, please. You stay.

[exhales]

I'm sure you think
that was about me

not trusting your instincts-
- Wh-

- I need you to know something.

After Danny died,
you changed,

in terms of how
you practiced medicine.

The simplest explanation
for anything wasn't good enough.

You tested and overtested

and for every time you found
that esoteric diagnosis,

there were 50 times
it went the other way.

I knew it was that you didn't
want to miss anything,

but it wasn't fair
to the patients,

and that's not how I'm going
to run this department.

- Thank you, Richard.

Not everyone is willing
to tell me what I need to hear.

- Yeah, I'm meeting her
in the cafeteria.

- Okay, that's news
to me. Um...

When was this planned?

- A couple days ago. Why?

- I'm afraid she's gonna
ask you things

you're not gonna
want to talk about.

- About Danny, you mean.

- Exactly, yes.

- So you want me to bail?

She's already on
her way down here.

- No, I don't just...

Look, if she starts
to talk about that day

or if it feels like too much,
you can go.

Just take care of yourself.
- I will. I get it.

- Okay, just call me after, okay?

- Hi, Dr. Hamda,
you can go on in.

[clears throat]

- I've been summoned.

- Guess you forgot how much
federal funding we get?

- Department of Defense
threatened us?

- You'd know if you bothered
to take their calls.

Something more important
going on today?

- No, I-
- It's Amy, right?

I heard that she has been
stalking through the Admin wing.

No idea why you stuck
your neck out for her

in the first place,
since she's been nothing

but a pain in the ass
ever since you took the job.

- Well, she's built
an Internal Medicine Department

with a stellar reputation
you can't buy at any price.

- That's yesterday's news.
And you have burned

all your political capital
on this little experiment.

Which is why I've handed over
the astronaut.

- You're serious?

- Feel free to thank me
for taking it off your plate.

[scoffs]

[Lt. Branch]: I told you.
It's been decided.

- She has severe pneumonia.
She's not remotely

stable to transport!
- Then maybe you're not

doing your jobs, and it's better
we take a crack at it.

- You can't take her now!
Her lab's going in

the wrong direction.
[choking]

- She's seizing! Towards you.

- Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn.
- Get them out of here!

- What's happening to her?
- Step back! Now!

[machine alarms blaring]
- Okay.

- Oxygen, please. Oxygen.
- Okay. Luna, you're all right.

You're all right, Luna.

- Yeah, no, it's going okay,
I guess.

I mean, for a half-doctor
who doesn't remember

anyone she works with.

[chuckling]

- So, uh, Dad said you might

want to talk about
what happened with Danny?

- What? No. No, I not with you.

- I figured I'd just
throw it out there,

in case it's, like,
the elephant in the room.

- No, sweetheart. That's between
me and your father.

The last thing I would want
is to drag you into it.

- Okay. Yeah.

- No, it must be so hard
for you,

and I know you don't want
to talk about

anything that's
already happened.

I do have to ask you,
because I have this feeling

that I...

Did I forget about you,
Katydid?

[exhales shakily]

- You haven't
called me that in forever.

- I just, I just...
Everyone says

that I put up walls. And I...

Did I do that with you, too?

Did I just stop seeing you?

Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry, Katie.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

- Just not all at once. Okay?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Nothing, I-
- Katie, come on.

I'm taking you home.
- No, I'm fine, Dad.

- I can't believe
you would do this to her!

- We're not talking
about Danny! Stop this!

- Wha... Why were you crying?

- Because...

we were connecting.

So, can you please just...

[soft music]

- You'll feel a slight pinch
from the lidocaine,

and then I need you
to stay very still.

Are you all right?

- Just shortness of breath.

Nothing I can't
white-knuckle through.

- Unless it acts up while
you're orbiting the Earth.

- Please don't move.
And Dr. Coleman,

maybe don't provoke her?

- Sorry.
He's just got me all wrong.

You know, my dad taught me
how to fly a plane

when I was 10 years old.

I may be a speed junkie,
but I got it from him.

He always wanted to be
an astronaut before my mom died,

and then he grounded himself

and spent all his time
teaching me everything he knew

about the constellations,
and the galactic quadrants,

and just the wonders of space.

He said...

the only thing better
than reaching the stars

would be to...

watch me do it for him.

So this time, I was gonna
take his ashes with me

and tell him
that we finally made it.

- Don't give up on that.

We're gonna do everything we can
to get you ready for it.

Coming out under
lots of pressure.

- Doesn't look cloudy.

We'll send some of it
to the lab.

- What does that mean?

- We'll know
when we see the MRI.

- The bottom line is she is one
of 42 people in America

who's even remotely capable
of going into space.

We've invested 11 years
into her training.

So we need control
over her situation.

- We understand your point
of view on this, Lieutenant.

And of course you have orders
from people very high up

on your food chain.
But that seizure indicates

a neurological issue
on top of the pneumonia.

So we'd like you to consider
the position we are in.

Now, if we pull the plug
on all these protocols

and release her-
- You'll have legal liabilities.

Yes, I understand. And that's
what this comes down to.

Right? C.Y.A.

- C.Y.A.?

This is a question
of our medical ethics

and protecting our patient.
- As we've stated,

it's 45 minutes to Fort McCoy.

We can easily keep her
stabilized on the Medevac.

We'll sign a release exempting
you of any responsibility.

- I'll say this.

If something happens
to her on that helicopter,

who's gonna take the heat?

The politicos filling up
my phone sheet,

or the man with boots
on the ground here?

[sighs]

- You guys want
to keep her here?

Then we need to see
your complete medical records

from the time she landed
in your E.R.

[tense music]

[door opening and closing]

- Neurologist said to continue
with the home meds

and just try not to worry.

- So-called neurologist.

I've done everything
he's told me to do,

all these stupid exercises.

Nothing stops the...

Everything just keeps
fading away.

Like a tunnel of darkness.

- I understand.

More than you know.

- Oh come on,
you're at the top of your...

Top of the...

- Ms. Reinhold?

Cece? Cece?

- I don't understand. What's...

- It's okay.

We're gonna figure out
what's going on with you.

I promise.

She's stabilized now,

but it was definitely
another TIA.

- So, brain CT/CT perfusion,
then Doppler, EKG?

- We should do a chest CT
while she's in the scanner.

- If it shows it wasn't a major
hemorrhagic stroke,

start her on aspirin and Plavix.
- Of course.

- Thank you.
[sighs]

Well, looks like
maybe I made a mistake.

- And I'm not here to make
anyone's life harder.

- It's an imperfect science.

- It's an art.
Which makes it even messier.

And I'll keep in mind
what you said before.

- I'm Dr. Franco. Pathology.

[suspenseful music]

- You didn't need to come
all the way up here to find me.

- Oh, no. I like to leave
the morgue every now and then.

Reminds me why I prefer
dead people.

[laughing]

- Uh, this may seem morbid,
but I...

I was wondering if you had
performed an autopsy on my son?

It would have been about
seven years ago.

I don't know if you were
even here then-

- Oh, I was. I'd just started.

But, no, you and Dr. Hamda
were pretty clear

it was a sudden cardiac death

from a pre-existing condition
and elected not to.

- Mm. Okay.

- Nice to have you back.
[crunching]

[indistinct chatter]

[vomiting]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Cool your jets, Little Man.

- I got car sick, Daddy.
I ate seven pancakes.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Come on, Danny! We have to go!

[groans]
- Why do you and Mom

always treat me like a baby?

Can I go now? Please?

- Yes, fine. Go.
- Yes!

[soft music]

- Michael?

- She wants to know
what happened with Danny.

And why she blamed me for it.

- You can't go back there again.

You can't.

[machines beeping]

[whirring]

[surgeon]: Clamps.

- Just don't give me
a lobotomy, guys.

- You want to tell me
what happened?

- The infection
from the pneumonia

made its way to the brain,
which caused an abscess.

We barely caught it in time.

[sighs]
- Unbelievable.

- What is?
- If you had released her to us,

this would've been
handled already.

- You're not saying your doctors
could have done better?

- I'm saying now that this
is escalated to a major surgery,

it's on everyone's radar.

And if this was kept in-house,

then maybe we could've
handled it.

And now she's looking
at a court martial.

- For a failure to report?

- And for lying to our doctors
about the medication

she was taking.
Yes, we know about that now.

And no one's going to sweep
that under the rug.

[tense music]

[sounds distorting]

[boy]: Come on, Danny,
we have to go!

- Can I go? Please?

[Amy]: You agree to take
my place

on Danny's field trip today.

- Come on, Danny, we have to go!

- Can I go? Please?

- You agree to take my place

on Danny's field trip today.

- Please?

[gasps]

- Michael? Sweetie.

Hey.

It was a nightmare.

It was just a nightmare.

[breathing heavily]

[birds chirping]

- They've drained the abscess
and we're injecting

strong IV antibiotics
directly into your bloodstream.

You're gonna need it
for six weeks,

and then oral pills for months,

but... you're gonna be okay.

- So, is this going to be
disqualifying for me?

- The infection to your brain
was caused by the pneumonia.

The pneumonia was caused
by your corticosteroid use.

- How can that be?

- Well, you compromised
your immune system.

Invited it in.

And the corticosteroids
probably made the abscess

advance more rapidly
than it should have.

- So I did this to myself?

- You were charging
too hard, Luna.

- But I just wanted so badly
to do it for my father.

- I know, and, uh...

There's something else
I need to tell you.

- Is that lieutenant
in there with Dr. Hamda?

- Ah, yeah, he's...

- I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I wanna confirm

before her discharge papers
are signed

that her diagnosis is clarified.

- Has there been a change?

- I've been studying
Major Elliott's pulmonary tests.

Turns out, based on the chronic
nature of her condition,

it's far more likely that
her respiratory issues

came from
the oxygen-deprivation training

that NASA has been giving her
the last three years.

- You have no way
of proving that.

- No, but it is
a plausible scenario

and one that would be discussed
at great length

during a court martial.

- Are you trying to leverage me?

- Absolutely not, sir.
But I served.

And I believe
in what you're doing.

So I would hate for there to be
any suspicion

that the program's been reckless

or that somehow military doctors
overlooked

Major Elliott's condition.

- Well, that's not the kind
of P.R. anybody needs.

[machine whirring]

- Huh.

- Multiple mobile
cardiac thrombi.

- That's what's causing
her TIA's.

She's been showering her brain
with small emboli.

That explains the memory loss.
It explains the dementia.

- So she doesn't
have Alzheimer's.

- I don't think so.

- Your memory issues stemmed
from clots in your heart.

The TIA incidents,

they didn't originate
in your brain.

It was your heart all along.

- Well, for most people,
they're connected, I suppose.

[chuckles]
- The point is that

now that your cardiac issues
have been addressed,

your memory loss
should dissipate.

You're going to get
your life back.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

I think you're maybe
not a hugger,

but I would be happy
to provide one.

- Yes!

[sniffling]

Thank you.

[laughs]

[keyboard clacking]

- Hey.

I wanted to thank you
for what you did.

- Right is right.

- I decided that even if they do
give me another shot,

I'm gonna ground myself.

I don't think my father
would want me to chase his dream

for him, not the way
I'm doing it.

- I know that must be
a hard one to swallow.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sending his ashes up
with the next crew, though.

Buddy of mine's gonna release
them through the airlock.

[chuckles]
- Into the heavens.

- Ooh-rah.
- Ooh-rah.

- Thank you for doing that.

- You stood by her

because she worked
her whole life for something,

and she couldn't
live without it.

- Yeah.

- Kind of like Dr. Larsen, right?

Something to think about.

[light music]

? Why do I keep ?

? Rubbing salt in my wounds ?

- Why didn't you
check his pulse?

? Bringing myself to ruins ?

? Nobody does it quite
like I do ?

? Don't know how to leave ?

? A bad thing alone ?

[knocking]
- Come on in.

Well, I heard you worked
it all out with the astronaut.

- I did. I need a favor.

- Okay.
- Russ Dawkins

is on the Board
of the Franklin, right?

- Yeah.

- I need to get in there
tonight after it closes.

? In the broken ?

? Broken ?

? Places ?

? We can ?

? Make it ?

? We are the same ?

? Some by a flame ?

? Through all the hurting,
changing and learning ?

? We start to think ?

[?]

After...

After he threw up outside,

all the kids were in here.

- Hey, look,
it's a brontosaurus!

- Wow!

- Dad, look,
there's another one!

- He was so happy.

Just running around
with his friends.

I really thought
he was just carsick.

I mean, the bus was so...

Even I was feeling queasy,
but...

[eerie music]

It all happened so fast.

Danny? Danny? Danny!

Danny, Danny. Someone call 911!

I was alternating
between chest compressions

and rescue breaths.

But I was, uh,
I was so scared.

His... His little chest
was so...

And then they finally
brought the defibrillator.

It wasn't doing anything.

[defibrillator shock]

It just...

D-Danny?

Nothing was helping him.

And by the time
the paramedics got here...

He was gone.

And then you called,
and I just...

I couldn't pick up the phone.

[phone buzzing]

I didn't know how to tell you.

Because, um...

It was my fault.

When he got sick, I should've
known it was his heart

and I should've
checked his pulse.

- And I blamed you for it.

- I hated you so much for that.

But I also knew you were right.

And we both knew that if...

you'd been there
the way you were supposed to,

he might still be with us.

[soft music]

- The night after my accident,

I called you
from the hospital and...

you said that even at our worst,

you were always my friend.

But I wasn't yours, was I?

[weeps]

- Amy.

Amy.

[sobbing]

? In the broken ?

? Broken ?

? Places ?

? We can ?

? We can ?

? Make it ?

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