All language subtitles for Doctor.Odyssey.S01E10.WEB

Spence?

He needs a hospital.

Even the smallest crisis
could be life threatening.

- Mayday, sharks.
- We're on our way.

-Hey! Hey!
-Help!

I'm Dr. Brooke Lane,
medic from the sunken boat.

This morning,
you said you wanted kids

and then I saw you flirting
with Hot Shark Doctor.

Not just one orca, a whole pod.
Now they got us surrounded.

We're dead in the water.

Hold on.

Can't see a thing. Can you?

How are you
gonna close with no light?

Everything's done. Still
got vitals. Hey, I need light.

Pass sponge.

I need light.

We need to get him closed up.

Let's start right in here.

- Do we have vitals?
- Monitor's rebooting

on battery backup.

- Okay.
- Vitals coming up.

Thank you.

Okay, we'll have to throw
some more sutures into this.

- The vent's down.
- Unhook it and bag him.

All right.
Unhooking the distal clamp now.

- Oh. Okay.
- Active bleeder at the site.

I see that. Okay.
You got the sutures?

- Yes.
- Sutures there. Got that?

- Yes, I do.
- I need help.

I got this. You go.

What's going on?

I found Josie unresponsive.
Pulse is weak.

BP is 62/39, she's crashing.
I need oxygen and one of epi.

On it.

- Last suture in, all clamps off.
- -How's the arterial flow?

It's looking good.

No leaking or bleeders.

Moment of truth.

Foot's perfusing well.

Pulse is a little better, but BP is still low.
Epi's not working.

Maybe she has a pneumothorax
from the shark bite

or hypothermia caused a clot
that embolized.

There's no fluid or air
in her chest.

No swelling. I don't think
a clot is causing this.

Her skin is clammy,
it could be shock.

We can't know for sure
without running a CVP.

Respiratory acidosis?

Can't confirm without labs.

Screw it,
we'll treat her for both.

Continue giving her oxygen.

I'll get her more fluids
and get her on pressors.

Yep, on it.

Okay, folks, here's the sitrep.

A great white shark
took out our propeller

and subsequently the propulsion
system and electrical systems.

We can't move, we can't steer,
we can't send a distress signal.

But the good news is
Rosie's the best damn engineer
I've ever worked with

and if there's any way
to get us out of this situation,
she'll find it.

You hear that?

That sound.

Munroe's graft is holding
no signs of early rejection.

Josie is stable. We still
don't know why she crashed.

Delayed pulmonary edema from
aspiration, before the rescue?

Well, no obvious tachycardia
and her lungs sound clear.

Blood loss explains
all the symptoms.

From where? There's no
bleeding sites
on her arms, legs, or chest.

-Her belly isn't distended.
-An occult bleed
from someplace else,

but we can't know
without an ultrasound,
so, it's just a theory for now.

But it is the best one we have.
She'll need blood, fluids,

-IV vancomycin.
-And so do Munroe and Brody,

and we're running low
on everything.

There's only one thing
for us to do.

Captain, we've got
three critically ill patients

and a shortage of supplies.
We need to get them
on a tender right aw--

What is that noise?

That's an orca's teeth
grinding on our rudder.

Can't hurt The Odyssey , but, u,
it could swamp a rescue tender

with a flick of its tail.

You see, right now we're
surrounded by a pod of orcas,

and they are pissed.

The last time I encountered
angry orcas, we used fog horns
to scare them off.

Loud noises have been known
to trigger
instinctual fright responses

from certain species,
including killer whales.

I think we have
some fireworks left over
from the 4th of July cruise.

Might do the trick, or if we
could break out
the sound cannons.

This is a cruise ship.

Why do you have
acoustic weaponry
designed for crowd control?

No, it's just precautionary
deterrent for pirates

in case we ever encounter them.

Sound cannons are very loud.

Don't you also have sandbags?

Yeah, in cases of flooding.

Sand is the deterrent.

We'll dump it in the water

and the particles will affect
the orca's echolocation.

They'll get confused
and swim away.

It's low-tech, but effective
and much quieter.

I love it. Let's do it.

Our patients need to be ready
for evac

the second the captain gives us
the all clear.

Let's redress
their wounds, grab their meds,

and be ready to strap them
to backboards
for transportation.

I'll pack up IV antibiotics,
three units of O neg,
and pain meds,

and I'll save the rest
of the supplies for everyone
else who's staying behind.

Avery Uh

I've been thinking, and I think
the best course of action

is to have Tristan
take the tender with Brooke.

The best course of action
is to send your most
experienced nurse,

which just so happens to be me.

Who just so happens
to be pregnant.

I'm well aware.

Aves, it could get rough
out there.

I just think it's safer
if you stay on The Ody --

This is starting
to sound a little bit like
my body, your choice.

Listen, Max.

Tristan is a terrific nurse,

but I'm a nurse practitioner
with far more experience
in treating post-op patients.

It's a two-hour boat ride,
plenty of time
for things to go sideways,

and if they do,
I should be the one out there.

Okay. Just be careful, please.

Hey. Hey, how's Munroe doing?

Uh, well, he's groggy
from the anesthesia,

but grateful that he still
has all ten of his toes.

You guys did an amazing job.

Max is a hell of a doctor.
Odyssey's lucky to have him.

-Yeah.
-Frankly,

he's lucky to have you.

You just saved Josie's life,
in the dark,

with limited medical supplies.

As her doctor,
I owe you a huge debt
of gratitude.

And, um, an apology
for blowing up
at you earlier about Ray.

I wouldn't classify that
as a blow-up, per se.

It was more
of a sternly worded smackdown.

He's lucky to have you
in his corner.

Pleasure working
with you, Tristan.

You're a great nurse with
an impeccable bedside manner.

Thank you.

-I'm not abandoning ship.
-Spence. You just
had major surgery.

And we're running out of ways
to treat you.

I appreciate everything
you've done for me,

but I'm not leaving my post.

Your post? You are not
first mate right now.

You are a patient and in
dire need of medical care.

No.

If we do not get you
to a hospital soon,

you could run the risk
of an infection.

Your body might reject
the arterial graft.

You could lose your foot.
Or worse.

I'm aware of the risk, but

I'm responsible for the safety
of the people onboard this ship.

They are my family,
and The Odyssey is my home.

I'm staying.

We should pour the sand
directly over the rudder.

It exponentially increases
our ch

Do you hear that?

-I don't hear anything.
-The scraping stopped.

-The orcas left.
-Why would they do that?

Well, orcas often engage
in behavior
that's similar to humans.

They could be playful or,
uh, get bored and distracted.

Maybe they found another ship
or a food supply--

The point, Ray.

The point is we can move
the patients off The Odyssey .

Captain, the orcas are gone.
I repeat, the orcas are gone.

Let's get that tender loaded
right away.

On three. One two three.

Okay. When you get them
down to the tender,
strap them both to the front.

You come with me.
Let's make sure
you've got all the supplies.

I wasn't planning on being
back on the waves so soon.

We're gonna get you
to a hospital
and they're gonna fix you up.

And I promise, next vacation,
it's just margaritas
on the beach.

Yeah, as long as I'm with you,

it's all good. It's all good.

Hey. I, uh I just
I brought you something.

Dramamine, uh, Bonine.

Scopolamine, those those, uh,
little bracelets with the beads.

Small boats are never great, so
in your situation

-That's very sweet.
-Yeah.

Um I shouldn't
be worried, right?

It's gonna be fine.

I'll drop off Brooke
and the patients and

Never have to see her again.

I gotta say, it takes guts
getting back out on the water

after what happened
to your charter.

Well, statistically speaking,
this ride has to be better.

I'm a trauma surgeon, Max.
Crisis first, emotions later.

What about goodbyes?

Oh, the ocean's not that big.
We're bound to run
into each other again.

Hopefully just
with less sharks and orcas.

Thank you again for saving me
from that one that tried
to bite my face off.

Well, with that face.

We're all set.

Are you shaking your head at me?

It's nothing. Forget about it.

It's clearly not nothing
'cause I haven't had
a headshake like that

since the 4th grade
with Mrs. Berenson.

I don't like
how you've been treating Avery.

Excuse me?

I mean, piece of advice, man,

if you're gonna flirt
with another woman, at least
have some tact about it.

There's nothing going on
between Brooke and me.

Yeah, right.
Do you realize how selfish you're being?

And you really want it all,
Max Bankman.

Avery. The woman on the side.
The baby too.

Ray says it's about
two hours to port.

Listen, about Max,

-I think I stepped in--
-No, no, we don't have to.

It's just not my thing,
crossing other women.

You didn't.

Then you and Tristan?

Is that something?

- Or how about
I just mind my own business?

Sorry, it's just,
uh complicated.

What I would like to know

is if you have any advice
about medical school.

Any tips, tricks?

Okay. As a woman,
they'll push you
into gyno or pediatrics.

Which is great, if that's
what you wanna do.

If not, say so. Often.

Lectures are crap.

You already know everything
you're gonna learn
in the classroom.

But find one professor
that you love.

Someone who looks
at medicine the way that you do.

You know? Go to office hours,
bring them coffee,

get one-on-one time
any way you can.

Because the really good,
helpful stuff

is what they'll never say
in front of a whole class.

That's, uh

Thanks.

Bottom line is you're gonna
wipe the floor
with those first years.

-Oh, I don't know--
-How many of them

have assisted an arterial graft
or double amputation
in the same day?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, and every residency
and med school interview,

they'll ask you
if you plan on having kids.

They're not allowed to,
but they will

because they think that
every woman doctor who has kids

is going to clock out early
for school bake sales.

Which is ignorant and insane.

I mean, who's more productive
than a working mom?

Can I ask how you handled it
when they asked you?

I said no.

Way before that
was really the answer.

My advice: lie.

Figure out what you want
in your own timeline.

You don't owe them anything.

We have to stop.

You hear that?

- What's going on?
- Listen.

What is that?

The orcas weren't bored,
they were hiding.

Now they're back.

The pod is back.

Let's get out of here.

Why is the engine off?

It's orca protocol,
so they swim away.

-What do we do?
-Get the light.

- Okay.
- Hurry.

- See anything?
- No, nothing.

Oh, my God.

They're swimming away.
We need to go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Okay. Hey.

Tell me every step of how
you're getting us
back to The Odyssey .

The Odyssey is five miles away.

At a speed of 24 clicks,
we can get back
to the ship in 11 minutes.

Okay.

Odyssey.

Come in. It's tender 312.
It's Avery.

We checked the oil
and cooling pumps,
the emergency switchboard

- replaced every circuit
and wire.

- We're moving on to--
- Odyssey ,
can you hear me?

Tender 312. It's Avery.

Odyssey.

You got Captain Massey
at the bridge.
Go 312, tender 312.

- Avery, come back.
- -Odyssey On way back

tender 3

Get to the bow.
Prep the sound cannons.

I can't do this again.

Ray is pushing speed
so we can get back
to the ship safely.

Just breathe.

- How do we get off the boat if--
- Tender 312.

Avery, do you hear me?

- Captain! We're being trailed
by orcas.

We're heading back.

Avery, we're gonna use
the sound cannons.

That should buy you enough time
to get aboard.

Make sure you protect
everyone's ears.

Ray, I'm gonna put cotton
in your ears to block the sound.

Tell me why. Tell me the plan.

It's gonna be a very,
very loud noise.

Some of you might
get nauseous or dizzy.

I'll hold on to the wheel
very tight to make sure
everybody stays safe.

Tender 312.

Launching the sound cannons
in five

-Here we go!
-four

-three
-Brace yourselves!

one.

Avery, all clear.

No orcas in sight.

The disembarking
and boat turbulence
put stress on both.

Yeah, he re-traumatized
this wound.

He's gonna need more blood
and broad-spec antibiotics.

On it!

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no.
Damn it, the antibiotics!

That was half our supply.

Max?

Yeah, I'm glad everybody's back
safe and sound.

But I've just been handed
some rather difficult news.

The wind has shifted
and we're drifting
towards a massive reef.

My guess is we got
about 90 minutes
before we hit it.

The anchor has a manual drop option.
That could slow our speed.

At 15 tons, that baby goes down.
She does not come back up.

If we tied all the bed sheets
together
to create a trolling sock

-No, no, no.
-would it give us enough

The only thing
that's gonna get us out
of this situation

is to get the power back up.
Where the hell are we with that?

This engine's electrical system

is a little like one of those
old-school strings
of Christmas lights.

Finding the problem
could be harder than fixing it,

although I think we've isolated
the problem

to the aft section of the ship.

Well, you and Ray
head down there right now

and start testing each
and every one
of those lights one by one.

Aye, aye, Captain.

We're getting
to a critical point
with our blood supply.

Josie's hypertension
and weakness
remains a mystery

and she still
needs antibiotics and presses.

Munroe still needs meds as well.

We could raid every
first aid kit and medicine
cabinet, scavenge for meds,

but the blood
and the antibiotics
in the fridges

are almost going
to reach room temperature.

So they'll be useless
in about four hours.

What about the freezers
in the kitchen?
How are they holding up?

I checked. They're already
below optimum levels,

and the ice machines
aren't doing much better.

The guest rooms
all have mini fridges, right?

-Yeah.
-I have an idea.

How you doing?

I mean, I thought we might face
rough waters, but that was

Yeah, yeah.
Have you checked your vitals?

I'm sure your BP's elevated.
I mean, the turbulence
out there probably--

Oh, my God.
You're doing it again.

Max.

-I'm sorry, I--
-I'm gonna go check on Munroe,

make sure
he's still stable. Okay?

Hey, was Munroe moved
to another room?

No, why?

He's gone.

Hey, hey.

Aves, wait up.

You okay?

I would be if everyone
would stop asking me that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, it's just everything
has gotten so complicated
all of a sudden, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Avery, stop for a second.

All right.

I'm here for you. Full stop.

And I know that everything
seems complicated,

but how about you just let me
be one simple thing
in your life?

Is that blood?

It's fresh.

Spencer?

Huh.

I wish I could say,
"I love what you've done
with the place."

Hey, I had crew
help dry these in.

Tenders have batteries
like cars have batteries.

Once I wire the battery
to these fridges,
I can get them working.

How can I help?

Wire strippers.

So you're a surgeon
and an engineer.

My dad was
a navy construction mechanic.

Some people speak French,
he spoke machine.

We moved all over the place,
so I didn't meet
a lot of other kids.

I made him my best friend
and got good
at his stuff. Wrench.

You didn't want to follow
in his footsteps.

Sign up, Semper Fortis .

One day, when I was nine,

this girl was climbing
on the roof of the PX.

She fell, landed on her arm,
full on compound break.

Radius and ulna
shot through her skin.

Every other kid screamed
and ran away,
but I was in awe.

That was the machine
that I wanted to fix.

Yeah.

Tender batteries
aren't strong enough
to power CT or X-ray, but

Son of a bitch.

They'll keep remaining blood
at storage temperature.

So, let's clean these out,
make some room.

In the meantime,
you can answer
the burning question.

Snacks, sweet or salty?

Spencer?

-Spencer.
-Spence.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Spencer.

-Spence.
-Spencer, what are you doing?

- Going back to the bridge?
- What?

Turn him around.
Dude, are you insane?

You just got out
of major surgery, man.

And the ship
is headed for a reef.

-I can help. I can do my job--
-By making yourself worse?

It's not like we have
extra blood or antibiotics
or another severed leg.

My leg is busted,
but my brain is fine.

I have to help.

Too bad.

That does not look good.

Jeez, the entire
electrical board is charred.

We're gonna have to replace
at least a dozen fuses

along with all
the high speed cables.

It could take hours.

According to the captain's
latest calculations,

we've only got 64 minutes
until we're on that reef.

Then we had better work fast.

- We talking tear or rupture?
- -Complete rupture

with stomach contents
all over the chest cavity
and the road.

-Oh, my God. Seriously?
-Yeah, with traffic racing
by both ways.

Internal decapitation
in the jungle.

-No. What did you do?
-Mm-hmm.

I jerry-rigged a halo
out of twigs and vines.

- Of course you did.
You save him?

Absolutely. Got him
to the hospital.

Successful procedure,
regained full mobility.

-Happy endings are the best.
-Yeah, yeah.

I reattached a woman's
face and scalp
after they'd been ripped off.

Come on, now you're just
making stuff up.

-I can show you pictures.
-Not while I'm eating.

See, these are the moments
I miss other surgeons, right?

-Civilians are always like
"Ew! Stop."
-"Gross, that's disgusting."

Okay, I gotta know.

Clearly, you love surgery
and you're decent at it.

Flatterer.

And I'm just gonna go out
on a limb here
and say, today, notwithstanding,

there's not a lot of cutting
in being a surf doctor.

So how did you end up here?

Three years ago,
I was a trauma surgeon
at MassGen,

on track to run the department.

And my brother had
a heart attack at 35 and died.

I lost the thread.

Then a few intense
things went down
at the hospital and

I went surfing.

You pulled the rip cord.

I pulled the rip cord.

Like you.

- Mmm.
- Max,

you got time for show and tell?

-Back in at the deep end.
-Yep.

Crew did a raid.

Every first aid kit,
bathroom cabinet,
even the lost and found.

What are we looking at?

Well, essentially some
expired ibuprofen and a lot,
I mean a lot, of Viagra.

-So nothing that can help.
-Not currently.

Which means we're still
dangerously low

if Brody or Munroe
develop new infections,

not to mention
our dwindling blood supply.

We could ask the crew to donate.

No way to type it
or test for infection.
And Josie's still a mystery.

We have no idea what meds
or how much blood she'll need.

Listen.

I know you're running out
of supplies,

and if it comes down
to me or Josie, save her.

We can't do that.

Josie wouldn't want us
to either.

I'm serious, okay?

I know you might have
to make that choice.

That's how much
I love her. Pick her.

Have you considered
if Josie loves you
as much as you love her?

She'd ask the same thing.

We're doing everything we can
to save you both.

Oh, no. Munroe.

Not again. Excuse me.

Tristan. Hey,
what are you doing?

Why are you helping him escape?

Just in time for the surprise.

And a hearty welcome back
to First Mate Munroe.

Your new post, sir.

Adjusted temporarily.

Now, you get to be here
on two conditions.

One, no overexerting.

No getting up and running around
or jumping up and down,

no crawling, no nothing.

You do what nurses Silva
and Morgan tell you to do.

-Clear?
-Yes, sir.

Okay. And number two,
no more surfing
on your days off.

Sir. Yes, sir. How can I help?

All right, I want you to study
these schematics.

You've got to help me
find a way to reroute the power
from the aft generator,

once Rosie and Ray get it
back up and running.

And whatever you find,

write it down
in this book on paper

because if I have
one more tablet
that dies on me,

I'm gonna lose my mind.

I'm on it, sir.

Thank you.

-Hey.
-Hmm? Hey.

Um

That was totally amazing
what you did for Munroe.

No, I just I think
he needed to be back home, so

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

And I guess sometimes
you just can't see the thing
that's right in front of you.

Oh, my God.
I just made things complicated.

Avery, Tristan, come in?

- Need you back
at the infirmary for Josie.

- BP is 72 over 49.
- Heart rate 121, temp 101.7.

We've been pumping her
full of fluids and pressors,
and she's still hypotensive.

- So this isn't an occult bleed.
-What's going on?

-Please help her.
-Her temperature
keeps climbing, sepsis?

It's gonna be okay.
She'll be fine.

The wound is clean.
No induration,
redness or drainage.

-Does this hurt?
-No, not there. More here.

Where? Show me with your hand.

-Away from the bite.
That's weird.
-Yeah.

Bit of broken rib.

Broken rib wouldn't cause
that drastic drop in BP.

This is localized.
There's some firmness

tenderness.

I think there's a foreign object
that must have jostled loose

and migrated on the tender.

Well, we need imaging,
a CT scan, and without
electricity, what do we do?

We get our image
the old fashioned way.

Open her up?
Max, without power,
that is a crazy risk.

We've got to get this infection
out of her somehow.

What else are we gonna do?

Wait, wait, wait.

Hey. These guys are rock stars.

They're gonna figure out
what's wrong,
and you're gonna be okay,

and have your whole life--

With you.

Your whole life.

That's all that's important.

I'm so sorry,
but we really need
to get Josie into surgery.

Wait, wait. Marry me.

-What?
-Promise that you'll marry me.

I don't know what the point
of any of this is without you.

You're my person and I love you.

So say that you'll marry me.

Yeah, yes, yes.

I will.

When we're on
the other side of this,

I'm sure Captain Massey
would be happy
to perform your marriage vows.

Tell him to be ready.

Okay, 16 AWG wire,
and fuses in place.
Okay, try it now.

Cap, you got power up there?

Negative. Keep trying.

Captain, this is Ray.

The only remaining area
of the ship
that we haven't checked yet

is the auxiliary engine room.

Well, then that's where
the problem is.

Rosie. It's not far.

I can guide you.

The reason we haven't checked it
is because we can't get into it.

The ship's fire
suppression system locked down
all the safety hatches.

We can't open them
without power.

Well, that means
the corridor to the auxiliary
engine room is locked too.

Along with our chances
of getting out of this mess.

Unless Rosie can find
another way through it.

Like through this bulkhead
right here. It's a direct route.

Dude, that bulkhead right there
is six inches of US steel.

Good thing Rosie knows
how to use an acetylene torch.

Rosie, Munroe has come up
with a crazy idea.

You want to hear it?

I think we should start
with a standard
exploratory laparotomy.

-That'll leave
a pretty gnarly scar.
-That's the least of my worries.

Understood, but we know
from the exam
that the thing is most likely

in her left upper quadrant.

So start with
an upper midline incision.

Smaller cut mitigates risk
of infection, scarring.

Yeah, that's smart. That's good.

All right, let's make sure
that we have plenty
of vascular clips,

so we can cinch
off any bleeders,
sponges to--

Max, I know.
We've already been through this.

Avery has it all ready.

Hey. You okay?

Exploratory surgeries
are a Hail Mary
at the best of times,

but with this we're literally
searching around
in the dark, in the dark.

We have plenty of flashlights.

That's not what I mean.

I know.

And I get it. It's a big risk.

But you're
a gifted surgeon, Max.

And I'll be there with you
every step of the way.

We got this.

How's it going down there?

Just cut through
the outer layer.

Retractors are in, let's
examine the quadrants, Brooke.

Thank you.
Starting with the lower left.

Left lower quadrant is clear.

No active bleeds
or signs of infection.

Moving to the left
upper quadrant.

Yeah, get in there.

Can I get some more light?

There. See it?

Must have been caused
by whatever's floating around
in her abdomen.

Yeah, maybe.

If I can just get under here,
maybe I can find the source.

I just need more light.

Whatever it is,
it's tucked right
behind her spleen.

Can you extract it?

No, not without more light.
It's just, it's still too dark.

- I see the other side.
- Almost through.
Keep going.

Max, BP is dropping
64 over 32.

That's the blood loss.
Hang another bag of O neg.

That's our last bag.

If Brody's sutures rip again,
or Munroe's graft pops a leak

What other choice do we have?

Stop the surgery,
close her up.

Then she'll die.

But if one of our other patients
start to hemorrhage

Hang the bag.

- Tell me you got this.
- We're breaking through now, Captain.

She's in.

All right, let's see
what we're dealing with.

BP is still dropping,
61 over 29.

- I can't see the field.
Can you see?
- Mm-mm.

Rosie? You okay?

Sponge.

She's losing blood
faster than we can replace it.

We have to close her up
while she's still alive.

- We'll find another way.
- It's too late for that.

Well, whatever you find in
there, you'll be extracting it
from a dead body.

Cross your fingers.
I'm throwing the switch
in three

- I need light in here.
- two one.

I can find it.
I just need some more

light.

Oh, hallelujah.
Okay, we're in business.

- Putting on a vent.
- Yep.

- How about some real suction?
- -Yeah.

We've got a fighting chance now.
Right in here.

-Got it. I see it, I see it.
-Yep.

Rosie, you did it!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Munroe, you reckless genius.

All right, let's build up
the thrusters. Set a course.

Captain, but we're still
surrounded by orcas.

Yeah, well, I got one more
surprise for them.

You've got to be kidding me.

A shark's tooth?

How did we miss that?

Must have migrated deep
into the abdominal cavity.

There's no way
we were going to find this
without opening her up.

Okay, let's finish up.

Yeah.

I know we have reason
to celebrate, Cap.
But why the fireworks?

Well, it'll keep the pod
from following us back to port
where they could wreak havoc

on a whole bunch
of smaller ships.

I, Brody, take thee, Josie.

I, Brody, take thee Josie.

For better Well, I guess
we can skip that part
about for better or for worse,

and sickness and health,

since she just went through
a major disaster.

-All that's left is--
-Till death do us part.

And no more surf trips.
To tempt fate.

And no more surf trips
just to tempt fate.

I, Josie, take thee, Brody.

I, Josie,

promise to do the same thing
forever and ever
till death do us part.

Amen. Can I kiss him now?

-This one's a keeper.
-Don't I know it?

By the powers vested in me,
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

Knock yourselves out, kids.

-Many blessings to both of you.
-Thank you, Captain.

It's a pleasure serving
with you, sir.

Young man,
the pleasure was all mine.

Oh. In fact,
an application for The Odyssey

when you're considering
your next post.

Sir. Yes, sir.

-You did good.
-Thank you, sir.

-Just doing my job.
-And it'll still be here for you

when you get back.

Listen to me,

your father would've been
so proud of you.

Thank you.

Three major surgeries
in less than 36 hours.

-It might be
a new ship's record.
-You deserve a trophy.

Mmm. I would settle
for a cheeseburger.

Well, I know this open air café
not too far from here.

Best burgers
this side of the Panama Canal.

What do you say? You, me

half a pound of Wagyu beef,
melted Gruyère
and caramelized onions.

It's a date.

I guess
this is actually goodbye.

Well, thank you again
for everything.

-We make a good team.
-Yes, we do.

Shame I'll never see you again.

Yeah. Well, as you said,
the ocean's not that big.

Bye.

Okay, folks.

Seventy-eight hours
until the next group
of cruisers come aboard.

If I were you,
I'd make the most of it.