All language subtitles for 9-1-1 (2018) S9 E4

Okay, and let's keep ice on that
knee for another ten minutes.

- Be back to check on you soon.
- Okay.

When was the last time you ate?

The launch, I guess.
Couldn't eat if I tried.

I know it's rough,
just waiting for news.

How you holding up?

Honestly, being here
with you guys, it helps a ton.

Well, that, and not talking
about how I'm holding up.

Yeah, copy that.

Hey, are you guys free?

- Uh, where do you need us?
- Uh, Mr. Gomez.

He was knocked over
by a delivery bot.

I think he has a sprained ankle.

- Okay, we'll take care of him.
- Hey.

Got two new volunteers for you.
Nurse Patti and lifeguard Stew.

Good. Get them started
on yellow tags.

- You got it.
- Thank you.

- How's her shoulder?
- It's dislocated.

If you're okay with it, Eddie
here can pop it back into place.

- You don't want
to handle this, Cap?
- No, you got this, Eddie.

Hey.

- Mom.
- You're back.

My sweeties.

How's Mama?

She says hi.

Come on, I'll tell you
all about it.

What's the latest
on Hen and Athena?

They made it to the ISS.

But...?

There's no way of knowing
what's going on

or what shape they're in.

So, they're in a black box
in the middle of space.

In the middle of a debris field.

Maybe no news is good news?

I hope so.

Everybody okay?

Uh-huh.

- Yeah.
- Still here.

- 'Thena, you good?
- Yeah?

Yeah. Considering
we're on a space station

that just took
a thousand bullets.

- So then let's get
the hell out of here.
- Agreed.

So what's the plan?

We were hoping
you could tell us.

You mean Tripp Hauser
sent you here

- with no further instruction?
- Tripp didn't send us.

My wife works for PAAL.

She reached us with a Meridian
sat phone and directed us here.

Meridian doesn't work this high.

We know. She said that we could
come here and wait for help.

Help is not coming.

All our comms are down,
nav is shot,

and in 44 minutes,
that debris field

either skewers us
or knocks out our last

heat exchanger and turns us
into human ice cubes.

We climbed aboard
a sinking ship.

Isn't there an escape pod
or something?

The Soyuz,
but it only rides four.

So we strip it down,
and I'll rig up some more seats.

Could that work?

Yeah, it could.

Just one problem.

I tried the Soyuz

after the second debris hit.
It won't launch.

The docking ring was warped
during the first hit.

It's stuck.

So how do we un-stick it?

- Normally, I'd use the Dextre.
- The Dextre?

That's the two-ton robotic arm.
We saw it on the way in.

That thing with the dead guy?

His name is
Engineer Sean Joyner.

He was doing maintenance
on the arm

when the storm first hit.

He never got to finish.

So, someone needs
to get out there

- and finish
whatever he was doing.
- Yeah.

I'll do it.

Captain's got a punctured lung.

I'm the only other one
who's been NASA trained

- for a spacewalk.
- No offense,

but that's when The Brady Bunch
was in its original

- broadcast run.
- And we need you here

working on the escape capsule
We don't even have an hour.

Well, who then?

I'll do it.

Now, let's get to work.

We're running out of time.

What makes an everyday hero?

Hell if I know.

I don't consider myself a hero,
everyday or otherwise.

I'm just a working mom.

I put on a uniform,
but it could be a waitress or

a mail carrier uniform.
It's a job, that's all.

It is not like in the movies.

You spend a lot of time on
patrol just waiting, watching,

paying attention.

Still waiting on that order?

Uh, just waiting on the coffee.
She was making a fresh pot.

- Ah.
- Cops and donuts.

My God, McCluskey, did you
coin the damn stereotype?

Two things as a cop you never
want to need or be without:

your gun and a cruller.

- Oh.
- I got my breakfast glazed

and my post-lunch Boston cream--

that's my mid-afternoon
pick-me-up.

And your pre-dinner
heart attack.

- Here you go.
- Thank you. Cinnamon, please.

- And you forgot the bill.
- Uh, there isn't one.

Paid by the guy
over there in the corner.

Damn, he's coming over.

Oh, God forbid.

Aren't you the one
who keeps complaining

about your female partners
coupling up?

I have abandonment issues.
I eat my feelings, but

I'm a romantic deep down.

Morning, Officer. Carter, is it?

Thank you, really, uh,
but this wasn't necessary.

Oh, I disagree. I see you in
here most mornings protecting,

so I figured the least
I could do is serve.

Black coffee, two sugars,
and a cinnamon chaser, right?

Some might call that stalking.

Or some might say
I'm an attentive listener.

Don't mind Carter here.

Uh, her idea of flirting
these days is reading Miranda.

Oh, maybe that's the reason I
don't see a ring on that finger.

It's really not.

Or maybe you just

haven't met a man skilled
in the ways of courtship.

Now, me, I'm polite,
I bring flowers,

mothers love me.

My mother's in Florida.

Come on, McCluskey.
We're on the clock.

Thanks for the coffee.

Trying to
figure out what was wrong

with that guy back there.

Liked to hear himself talk.

When was the last time
you went out on an actual date?

None of your business.

I am no Sunday school teacher.
I do fine.

I didn't ask you when
the last time you knocked boots

with some random guy
at last call.

When is the last time
you allowed yourself to...

to get serious with someone?

I mean, what has it been?

Seven years since Emmett died?

He didn't die.

He was murdered.

And it's coming up
on eight years.

Don't you think it's time
to get back out into the world?

I'm in the world
five days a week with you.

I would like to see you
meet someone nice.

Why do you care?

Pure self-interest.

It's better to ride with a
partner who has a reason to want

to make it home
at the end of the day.

Says the guy who has
two ex-wives and no pets.

Believe me,
when I was married,

I had a lot less incentive
to want to make it home.

Carter!

I'm gonna check on the driver.
You call it in.

Dispatch.

Sir?

Buddy, you okay? Hey.

Hey, buddy.

- He's dead.
- Heart attack?

He's been shot.

- Where'd it come from?
- I have no idea.

Dispatch, be advised,

shots fired at the intersection
of Channel and Fifth.

One motorist fatality.
Request backup and an RA unit.

Copy. Units on the way.

What do you think?
Drive-by? Car-to-car?

- Maybe.
- Maybe it came from
one of these buildings.

Well, he was
traveling eastbound.

It went right across
his windshield,

so it probably happened as he
was approaching that light.

So... down there, maybe?

Hey.

Look at that.

There's no sign of a driver.

Engine's running.

Keys in the ignition.

Hey, Carter.

Take a look at this.

You know a lot of
armored messengers using

...450 caliber
armor-piercing bullets?

That's about
2,000 rounds in here.

Truck's not the target.

No. It's the getaway vehicle.

Dispatch, be advised.

We've got a possible 211
at CalAm Bank,

one block east
of our last position.

Suspect is likely armed.

High-grade,
armor-piercing ammunition.

Copy. Backup units are en route.

What do you want to bet
there's a bullet hole

in one of those windows?

McCluskey, wait for backup.

You are my backup.
Come on.

I clock four suspects.

12 to 15 civilians.

- Dispatch, where's that backup?
- Moments away, Officer.

Come on. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

You take downstairs. I got up.

Let's go. Let's get out of here.

Hurry. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

Nice shot.

Check it. Move!

Damn it.

The hell do we do?

Hey. LAPD! Drop your weapon!

Let me take a look.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah. I can tell

without even looking.

I got to get you out of here.

I'm no hero.

I've worked with a few
over the years,

but the reason I'm sitting here
right now and they're not...

The real heroes

are the ones
who never made it home.

This is it?

Soviet technology.

Well, how the hell
are we all gonna fit?

Well, shop class
and astrophysics.

We're adding
a few hundred pounds.

Weight is speed,
and speed is heat.

You're saying that we're all
gonna burn up in the atmosphere?

I'm saying we're gonna have to

strip this down
if we don't want to.

Take a pound out
for each pound we put in.

Already seems pretty bare-bones.

Yeah, well, compared
to your private jet,

but still, there's
backup life support,

backup fuel supply, that's maybe
a buck 50 right there.

Is it just me, or do we always
end up needing the backup?

The only thing
we need right now is luck.

Come on, give me a hand.

Did he have a family?

Excuse me?

Joyner. Did he leave
anyone behind?

Two kids. Nora and John.

His wife, they were trying
to make things work.

Now...

your tether is your lifeline.

Clip in.

Follow the track to Joyner

where you'll retrieve
your replacement pin.

All you have to do is insert

the last pin, and the arm
should be functional.

Sounds simple enough.

Except everything,
including yourself,

is moving at twice
the speed of sound.

You get hit by debris,
even a particle...

it's game over for all of us.

Of course there are risks.

Comes with the job.
You know that when you sign up,

but you're not signing up
for the danger,

if that makes sense.

Why did I sign up?

I felt I could
make a difference.

Simple as that.

No, no, no, no.
Look. Look, look, look. Hey.

Stay with me.
Stay awake for me.

This is Officer Carter.

Command, do you copy?

- Athena. It's Rick.
- Rick.

We're pinned in the plaza on
the south side of the conflict.

McCluskey's down.

We're gonna need
an emergency EVAC.

Immediately.

Yeah, that's gonna be a minute.

We can't get over there
right now.

We're a little outgunned
at the moment.

Where are the snipers?

Snipers are assuming
their positions.

Air support?

They had to get out of here.

- They were being shot at.
- We rolling SWAT?

They're on their way.
They're about 15 minutes out.

McCluskey doesn't have
15 minutes.

I'll let command know.

McCluskey,
you got to get up right now.

You got to get up right now.

- Are we going someplace?
- Yes.

The hospital, but you have
to get up right now.

You just have to make it
to the street.

I will help you. Come on.

Okay.

Wait. Wait.

Wait, I...
We're just gonna walk out?

No.

We're gonna drive.

- Come on.
- Okay.

On three. One. Two.

Three.

Do we think that was important?

I hope not.

God, if we get home,

I am so breaking up with Tripp.

He did blast us
into a space hurricane.

And left us for dead.

'Cause to Tripp,
we're just a write-off.

You know, I used to think
that he was an awkward genius?

Good with numbers,
bad with people.

Now, I think maybe
he's just bad.

You know what Tripp gets me
for Valentine's every year?

- Hmm?
- Stock.

- Oh.
- I own one percent

of his company, but
he can't remember my star sign.

Gemini.

You said it a few times
in training.

Yeah. It's not that hard.

Athena.

Why are you wearing that?

Because NASA's suit is better
than ours for a spacewalk.

I said I would do it.

I heard you.

Can you give us a minute?

You got it.

That astronaut out there

has a family who thinks
he's coming home,

- and so do you.
- 'Thena, so do you.

And I plan on seeing them soon.

But if something goes wrong,
May and Harry are grown.

I won't risk your kids
losing their mother,

or Karen losing
the love of her life.

You can't decide
what risks I take.

Okay? You shouldn't even
be up here. I made you

- come with me.
- And I said yes

because there's nothing left
for me on Earth.

That's not true.

You have people who are willing
to do anything for you.

- And I have more in Heaven.
- That's not Heaven,

Athena, th-that's space.

It's cold and-and it's empty.

He's not out there, Athena.

You know I lost him, too, right?

But not like I did.

I'm not doing this
because I'm altruistic,

I'm doing it
because I'm selfish.

I can't lose anybody else, Hen.

All I have left is me.

Now, you can try
and tear this suit off me,

but it'll take you ten minutes
to put it on,

and we're running out of time.

Don't make me
come out there after you.

Has it been worth it?
Yes. I think so.

You do this job

because you want to make
the world a more ordered place.

Not just for the people
you meet on the streets,

but for the people you love.

You want it to be a better,
safer place for them.

They're really the reason
you're out there,

and they are absolutely
the reason

you find a way to make it home
at the end of the day.

For me, it's about my friends,
my children, my husband.

Steady going, Sergeant.

All you have to do is remove

the faulty pin
from the Dextre arm,

and replace it with the one

Engineer Joyner should still
have on him.

That's it, Sergeant.
You're doing fine.

An inch at a time.

How many minutes

till that debris comes around?

About 20 minutes.

So where's this pin?

In the pouch on his right side.

Got it.

Athena! Incoming!

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

What's next?

- You're going
to the elbow joint.
- Copy.

My tether's caught.

I can't reach.

Go back, untangle it.

There's no time.

Athena, what are you doing?!

I'm guessing she doesn't
do great with orders.

She loves to give them.

Move your ass, McCluskey.

- Is that her EKG?
- Yes.

Athena, are you
feeling all right?

I see your heart rate's
jumping to 110.

Just a little winded.

Heart rate's 120.
Is her O2 tank full?

Yes, but the flow rate is low.

She's not getting enough O2.

The regulator must've gotten
damaged when she took that hit.

Flow rate's
still dropping.

Athena, listen to me.

Your regulator is broken.

My regulator?

Yes. In your suit.

Your brain is being
starved of oxygen.

You've got to slow down
your breathing.

You'll die of hypoxia
if you don't get back inside.

Return to the airlock
immediately.

Do you copy, Sergeant?

Athena.

Athena.

Where are you right now?

Athena, do you copy?

Athena!

She's gonna be unconscious

if she doesn't get back inside!

Even if I had another suit, we'd
never make it to her in time.

Athena.

The arm is coming to you.

You have got to reach out.

You need to let go.

You hit?

Yeah.

Put this on good and tight.

Romero, do you copy?

Romero?

Rick! Damn it!

Forget it.
This thing is steel-plated.

Let me see.

I'm sorry.

No.

I'm the one that's sorry.

You said
to wait for backup.

I should've listened to you.

Well, maybe
next time you will.

Yeah.

I'm not making it out of here.

Like hell you won't.

But you might.

And if you do,

I want the works, you hear me?

I want the velvet-lined casket,

- with flags.
- Stop.

The ten-gun salute.

Bagpipes.

Say something nice about me.

Extoll my virtues, you know,

- lie if you have to.
- McCluskey, stop.

But after that,

you never set foot
on my grave again.

I'm serious about that.

You have to move on.

Move forward.

Whatever.

Just move.

You are not dying.

Not today.

Oh. Oh. Hey.

You got to get rid
of that jewelry.

Emmett's ring.

What?

You didn't know that I knew

you were wearing it
under your uniform?

Oh, I did.

Get rid of it.

It's not regulation.

Since when did you care
about regulation?

You're supposed
to learn from me.

Not become me.

Hey. Hey. No. No.

No, no, no, no. Wake up.

Hey, st-stay up.
Wake up.

♪ ♪

You need to let go.

You've hung on for so long.

Been through so much.

You could just...

Float away?

Wouldn't that be so nice?

Away from all the pain.

All the loss.

So much loss.

And for what?

What's it all been for, anyway?

For all the moments in between.

No matter how far apart
they may be.

Like...

...stars.

There's so much dark
between them.

Cold. Empty.

Forever.

But as long as there's light...

there's hope.

They keep us going, those stars,

those moments.

Like a dance between lovers or

a laugh between friends.

They pull us along,
they warm us, they...

...blaze...

...with all that's good

and tell the darkness,
"Not today."

Athena!

Grab the arm, Athena!

Pain is the price
we pay for joy.

And it's a fair trade,
a good deal,

because any second,
instant, moment of joy

is like a diamond
in the darkness.

Like stars.

But letting go and floating away

is not how
you get to the next one.

Then how do you?

By reaching out.

And going together.

Let's go home.

All systems are up
and ready, Captain.

No damage
to the flight controls.

There are only four seats.

Oh, there's five.

Captain Stanton
needs to ride prone.

Henrietta said she needs
to monitor her bum lung

on the way into Earth orbit.

We need to adjust the pressure
as we descend,

or else her lung will explode.

Okay, but there's six of us.

Yeah.

I'm staying behind.

- Wait, what do you mean?
- Why?

Someone has to be here to
operate the Dextre arm,

otherwise nobody's
going anywhere.

Lewis, you might not survive.

Then again, I might.

- Captain.
- Major Lewis Kern,

I hereby promote you
to commanding officer

of the International
Space Station.

I won't let you down.

Buckle in, everybody.

Safe journey back home.

Okay.

Here goes nothing.

Real... gentle.

I can now report
NASA has confirmed

that not only are all five
Macronauts alive and well,

but also rescued from the ISS
was Captain Naomi Stanton.

Tripp, whose idea
was it to send the Inara

to the International
Space Station?

I won't say that
it was my idea.

There was a lot of
very smart people working

very hard to make sure
this mission was a success.

And none of those people are
up there on that podium.

But I will say no one here
ever gave up hope.

And that's what
space exploration is about.

Hope,

and the future.

And we're getting word now
that that Soyuz module

should be hitting the Earth's
atmosphere at any moment.

Some 75 miles above
its projected touchdown

out in the Mojave Desert.

And now comes the real test
for that battered Soyuz.

As it reenters
at 17,000 miles per hour

and temperatures
of 5,000 degrees,

will its heat shields hold?

Oh, God!

It's okay. It's okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Here I am about to take
the detective exam

for the third time,

and you figure out
a shortcut to promotion.

Those bank robbers?

Same ones that hit that bank
back in Winnetka

and six more.

Well, most of the credit--
if you can call it that--

goes to my idiot partner.

When can I see him?

McCluskey didn't
make it, Athena.

Oh.

I'll let the nurses know
you're awake.

Oh.

They asked me
if they should hold this.

I figured you'd want it.

Ah.

And now we're getting

confirmation that the drogue

and the main chutes
have deployed.

And a visual now. It appears
that reentry has been a success.

Oh, my God.

Hey, they-they made it.

- Not yet.
- At this point,

the capsule should slow
to about seven meters

per second, but even so,

they're gonna hit the Earth
with the force

of a head-on collision.

Tell me that wasn't fun.

Oh, feels good.

All right, you two.

Go ahead and go
brush your teeth,

and we'll be in soon
to tuck you in.

- Welcome back, Mama.
- Love you, Mama.

Oh...

Mm.

God, I'm exhausted.

This house is a mess.

It's never looked better to me.

How does it feel
to be an astronaut?

How does it feel to be a hero?

Just doing my job.

You want to go to bed?

More than anything.

Mm.

A new day in Los
Angeles, and indeed on Earth,

with the crew
of the Inara II home safe

and the skies
clear of space debris,

rebuilding efforts
have already begun.

Yes, the sky has fallen,

but we're still here,
picking up the pieces.

Given the global impact
of what is being called

"The Tripp Hauser Disaster,"

casualties could've been far worse.

It's almost as if
someone up there

has been looking out for us.

I'll bet you,
in his long, long career,

Bill Belichick has never
designed a game plan

from lower Earth orbit.

Also on the mend
are stock prices

for juggernaut Techtonyx,

which jumped 12 points
on NASDAQ, thanks

to a change in leadership.

Oh.
You can have this back.

- You might need to pawn it.
- Pumpkin...

Bye.

- Hi. Ready?
- Yeah.

Parker Straiton takes the reins
after yoga instructor

Tricia Benoit tipped the vote
with her one percent stake,

proving that heroes
really can come from anywhere.

Damn it.

- You sure you
don't need any help?
- No.

You should just sit down and let
the professional handle it.

Do you know what's going on?

The only thing we talked about
on the car ride over here

was about milk selections, so...

All right.

Here you go.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Now, I still want you
to go to college,

- but I can't lie...
- That's a good latte.

It is a good latte.

Mmm.

I... I know things weren't
the greatest between us

before you left for space,

and I'm really sorry about that.

Me not knowing if we'd ever have
a chance to talk again...

I'm sorry.
I haven't been present

these last few months
for either of you.

I wish I had a great excuse.

You've been grieving, Mom.

But so have you.

I'm sorry you had to do it
without me.

I hope you can forgive me.

We love you. Of course we can.

Mm, well, you might regret
having me back

because we're about to have
a hard talk about your future.

Now, I'm not saying that you
have to go back to high school,

but we need to make a plan
for what you do next.

It's okay, Mom.

I already have a plan.

Mm?

Last night,
I sent in my application

to join the Los Angeles
Fire Department.

You did what?

I'm gonna be a firefighter.

Thing about this Earth

is that it just keeps turning,

and what can you do
except turn with it?

Are you--
Gotta be kidding me.

License and registration, please.

Officer Carter.

I'd ask if I was speeding,

but I hadn't hit the gas.

You were sure as hell
were coming on full-speed

- the other morning, so...
- Until you slammed
on the brakes.

Which leaves us
with city ordinance

80.69.

Parked in excess of
the time limits posted. So...

Now, what would
my mother say about me dating

such a flagrant criminal?

Well, like I said,
mothers hate me.

I mean, I'm a bad seed, but

a good choice
if you're looking to rebel.

Your violation number's
on the front of that ticket,

- Mm-hmm.
- and if you care to contest it,

my phone number's on the back.

Have a good evening, Mr. Grant.

- Michael.
- Michael.

Yeah.