All language subtitles for 9-1-1.S09E08-ethel.en

Look at him,
just sitting there doing paperwork.

Eating toast
like he didn't just fire his best friend.

- Someone needs to talk to him.
- Yeah, they do.

So are you gonna?

I thought you were gonna.

Well, I'm his brother-in-law.

I can't be the one to tell him
he made a massive mistake firing Hen.

I'm Hen's new work husband.

I can't tell her ex-work husband
I side with her.

Even if what he did was warranted.

Warranted?

So you're not on Hen's side.
You're on his.

You're on the side of the firing squad.

He banished her because she's sick.

Because she lied.

She spent months hiding her symptoms
from him, from us.

Well, maybe she was scared.

Did he go a little far? Yeah.
But that's just chain of command.

Oh, my God. You and chain of command.
"Yes, sir. Eddie, sir."

- We're a paramilitary organization.
- So is the Mob, what's your point?

You know what? [sighs] You're right.

I am, thank you for noticing.

You're welcome.

And because you stated it so well,

I think you should be the one
to talk to Chim.

- Okay, I'm not gonna talk to him.
- Where is he?

Uh...

Just...

How's your breakfast?

I hope you don't choke on it.

I take it you spoke with Hen?

Yes, I like to get information
before I react.

I find it useful.

She could've died, Athena,

and she risked everybody's life
doing that.

That was the information
I was reacting to.

She should've told me the truth.

So you kick her when she's down?

This house is supposed to be a family.
You tossed her out of it.

You're right, I know.

- You do?
- Of course I do.

Hen really hates me, huh?

You need to fix this.

I know. [inhales deeply] How do I fix it?

Families have squabbles.
Just ask my mother.

Now, if you wait too long,
they turn into a grudge,

and that's harder to fix.

Yeah, just ask my father.

And you're right...
...I'll talk to her.

Good man, Chim.

Nothing about this is irreconcilable.

On the grounds
of irreconcilable differences,

the court hereby orders
the dissolution of this marriage.

All marital assets
shall be divided equally,

with the exception of the LLC
established prior to the marriage,

which shall remain
the defendant's separate property.

So ordered.

Congratulations, Mr. Montridge.

He got everything. The, uh...

The art, the house in Aspen,
even the car he gave me for my birthday.

I'm sorry, Dina.

He said we were partners.
It's supposed to be 50-50.

Dina.

Dina. Dina, wait.

Asher, that is not your car.

And that is the first thing
she's been right about in 30 years.

Correct, Ms. Montridge.

That car belongs to the LLC,
which I like to call Ladies Lose in Court.

Oh!

You're all crooks.

Gentlemen, cigars and drinks are on me,

and if you're lucky,
I'll even let you take a ride in my...

My car!

- Here's your car, sir.
- Thank you.

- Get out of here.
- Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

- No, no, no!
- Come back with my car!

911, what's your emergency?

A crazy woman stole my Maserati.

Do you have a description?

The car, silver, primo condition.
The woman, less so, my ex-wife Dina.

She's driving up Coldwater
just past the 101.

- Sir, are you following her?
- She took my car!

If she's in your car,
then whose car are you in?

Um...

727-L-30,

I have a report of a stolen Maserati
northbound on Coldwater Canyon.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30.
I'm in pursuit.

Be advised the caller reporting
the theft is also in pursuit,

also in a stolen vehicle.

- Sir, are you still there?
- Uh, yeah. Damn it, I lost her. Hold on.

- Oh. Miss me already?
- This isn't a joke, Dina. I called 9-1-1.

- You're bluffing.
- I'm merging.

Hello, 911 operator.
Will you talk some sense into the missus?

Ex-missus. He tell you he stole my car?

Wait, I... I thought you stole his car.

Half, you putz. I want half. I earned it.

Okay, may-maybe we save this

for when we're both not driving
60 miles an hour.

Does your attorney do criminal law?

I mean, I'm not sure
he actually does marital law,

but maybe he can give you a discount
because you're gonna need it.

- I'm hanging up now.
- Not if I hang up on you first.

Ma'am, is this your car?

It's half mine.

- Excuse me?
- She's lying.

- Sir, please step back.
- Officer, this is grand theft auto.

He's a fraud, Officer.

- He's been hiding assets in his LLC.
- Hey!

Sir, step back!

Where did you get that car?

Hey! Hey!

You got to be kidding me.

Don't even think about it.

Dispatch, 727-L-30.
I have no visual on the suspect.

I repeat, I have no vi...

Dispatch, get me Fire and Medical
at Sheldon and Arleta.

- Are you okay? Get to the curb.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

- She came out of nowhere.
- Dina?

Dina!

Oh, my God.

Help!

Please help me!

Help!

Help!

Help is on the way.

Appreciate your concern,
but, people, stay next to your car.

Stay back, all right? Stand clear.

- Buck, jaws. We're gonna need 'em.
- Yeah.

Looks like Fast and the Furious.

Yeah, she was that.

All right, she's conscious but trapped.

I think the car must have spun out
before hitting the truck,

and that's how she ended up...

No, over here. Luckily, she got thrown
into the back seat.

How does anyone survive
something like that?

A miracle.

All right, I want both vehicles
stabilized. Chocks and cribbing.

Ma'am, LAFD!

Can you tell me your name
and where you are?

Dina Montridge.

I-I-I'm in the back of my car,
which should legally belong to me.

At least half of it.

Okay, can you move your toes?

It's tight, but yeah.

All right, we'll fix that for you.

I'm okay to extricate if you are.

This metal's barely holding up.

If we use the jaws,
it might compromise it even more.

We can't get through the roof
until we move this truck.

Uh, hey, Cap,
what about this?

We can pull her out through the trunk.

All right, I need a Sawzall and a gurney!

I'm on it.

Okay, almost there.

Okay, done!

Here, take this.

Okay, ma'am, keep your eyes closed.
We got you.

Okay, if I can get your hand?

- Ow. Ah.
- Yeah, we got you, we got you.

Eddie.

There you go.

Nice and easy.

Oh, my God. My baby!

Sir, she's gonna be okay.
Just give her some space.

I meant the car.

Let's talk about the other car,
the one you stole.

What?

How are you feeling, Dina?

Better now that I got my half.

I think you might have
gotten the wrong half.

It's okay with me.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers!

Well, I think you might need
some new ones,

the criminal kind.

Okay, get her in.

I know. I know. I'll talk to Hen.

Soon. Before it turns into this.

Good morning, folks.

I appreciate you coming in
a little early for your shift.

You may have heard that we have
someone new joining our team.

Someone highly trained
with a deep well of knowledge,

and lightning fast on phones...

And that someone...

is not me.

I'm Preston.
Your new dispatcher's name is Sara.

Sentiment Analyzing Response Automation.

A sophisticated AI that triages calls,

cuts response times,
and saves frontline resources.

We're being replaced with AI.

Now, folks, I was skeptical too.

But I was also skeptical of CAD.

And cell phones.

Show of hands,
who's used AI to look up a recipe?

Or punch up an email?

Get some peace of mind
about that weird mole?

It was a skin tag, and I'm fine.

How about a selfie filter?

It's different.

S-Sorry, what was that?

I just said that it's... it's different.

When we talk to people,
they're at their most vulnerable.

It can't replace us
because it can't fake empathy.

Well, we trained Sara on 100,000 calls
in this dispatch center

to read stress levels and mirror
the most empathetic voice possible.

Sara, say hello.

911, what's your emergency?

Why does that sound like me?

My data analysis says your pitch,
inflection, and warm, rich timbre

are ideal for crisis management.

So it is me?

Well, she's like you, but better.

In real time, Sara integrates call logs,
RMS, IoT scans, body cams,

and she speaks 50 languages.

She also never gets burnt out
or calls in sick.

So we're just gonna set my clone loose
with no oversight?

Well, how about this?

You spend a shift listening to her calls,
ride shotgun, and if something feels off,

pump the brakes.

- Sound good?
- It's hard to pump the brakes in shotgun.

Funny, I think you two
are gonna get along.

Right, Sara?

Oh, Maddie, I can't wait.

Yeah, me neither.

It's an olive branch.
A whole olive basket, in fact.

Because nothing says
"I'm sorry I fired you" like tapenade?

There's cookies too.

Thanks.

Go on.

I'm so sorry.

I know I screwed up.

When I saw you go down like that
and I found out you were sick for months,

it scared the hell out of me.

And I reacted badly.

I woke up in a hospital room
and had no idea how I got there.

You weren't the only one
who was scared, Chim.

Well, I just wish you would've told me.

Well, I didn't want to put you
in an awkward position.

You're the captain now.

Oh, come on, Hen.
I'm still your best friend.

You... You tell me that you killed somebody,
I'm out looking for a shovel.

It's still like that, right?

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

I'm so glad that's out
in the open. I hated keeping it a secret.

I can't believe
you had to go through this

all on your own this entire time.

I mean, do you even know what this is?

Not yet. Um, I have
an appointment with a specialist.

I mean, I'm sure he's gonna
wanna make me take a million more tests.

But I promise you,
I won't let that impact you guys.

I'll make sure to keep
all my appointments on our off days.

You guys will not have to cover for me.

Hen, you can't come to work.

Not yet anyway.

You-You know,
you're not fit for duty, not right now.

I'm unfit?

I'm not the one who's out here
firing people and then taking it back.

It's not like I did all this for fun, Hen.

When you're in the captain's seat,

you gotta make
some really tough decisions.

Do not talk to me
as if I haven't sat in that seat.

I know what it's like
to make those decisions.

Who lied to everyone and put their lives
at risk while you were interim captain?

Maybe they didn't feel
like they had to lie to me

when I was interim captain.

Maybe they could trust me
to think clearly.

So now I'm the one
who's not thinking clearly?

Hen, you're the one
who kept the mysterious illness

- from everybody for months.
- It's not mysterious.

You don't know what it is, Hen.
By definition, that is mysterious.

Come on, you could've come
from outer space

with some kind of killer virus.

- You sound unhinged.
- B-Because you're making me feel that way.

Come on. You deceive everybody,
and what, now I'm the bad guy?

You're not the bad guy.

You're just a bad captain.

Well, then I guess it's a good thing
that I already fired you.

So how does this work?

Just push enter and Sara takes the wheel.

Any calls she can't handle,
she'll kick to my guy Josh.

Copy that, guy.

And every call she handles herself
saves us time and money.

- We'll keep a tally.
- Um, you mean a scoreboard.

So, basically, I do nothing?

If you hear a mistake, chime in.

The algorithm will learn and adapt.

But ideally, I'm doing nothing.

You're blazing a trail
for a better tomorrow.

She may sound like you,
but nobody's better.

I guess we'll find out.

911, what's your emergency?

I crashed my car on the 405.

I see your location.
Sir, can you open your door?

No. Oh, God, no.

Deep breaths.
I'm routing you to Josh.

Sir, I've got you.
We're gonna get you help.

Okay, not entirely dystopian.

911, what's your emergency?

I got a broken sprinkler head.

I'm routing you to DWP.

911, what's your emergency?

I just got home and it looks
like someone broke into my house--

Don't go inside.

I'm dispatching PD
and routing you to Josh.

911, what's your emergency?

That damn dog won't stop barking.

Sir, is this Mr. Ferraro?

- Who's asking?
- Hi, Mr. Ferraro.

I'm Sara, and I see
you've called 18 times this week.

Are you sure you want to send
PD resources,

or would you like a link
to purchase earplugs?

Well, earplugs, I guess.

Damn it, that's genius.

Thank you.

Dispatching EMS...

911, what's your emergency?

Thank you. Routing you to Josh.

911, what's your emergency?

911, what's your emergency?

- There's a bird in my house.
- A guy took my purse.

My kid bit a guy.

911, what's your emergency?

How we doing?

- Looking at early retirement.
- 911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, I'm at the mall.
Feeling kind of sleepy.

Get out. Get out of the mall now.

Uh, for real?

Sara, why are you telling her to evacuate?

One symptom?

Because, Maddie,
there's a gas leak in the building.

Whoa. You have no way of knowing that
from what your caller said.

True, but I've collated
12 other calls from Great Hills Mall

with a constellation of symptoms
pointing to natural gas exposure.

Honey, please get to fresh air
in an orderly fashion.

I've dispatched LAFD, the gas company,
and a full hazmat response.

- Oh, my God. You saved my life.
- You're very welcome.

- She collated.
- I can't collate.

911, what's your emergency?

Hi, need a hand?

Uh, yeah.

- Uh, mustard.
- Look behind you.

Of course. Thank you.

It's a lot of mustard.

We have honey mustard,
classic yellow, honey Dijon, honey ranch,

rancho nacho, southwestern style,

tangy yellow, spicy brown, whole grain,
German mustard, honey mustard,

Chinese, American, French, English...

Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Stop, stop, stop! Stop!
- Who the hell are you?

What's the problem?

- Who the hell are you?
- Stop, stop, stop!

Athena, what do we got?

Shooter swiped the security guard's gun,
shot him in the chest.

- Robbery.
- No. Mental health crises.

The man's on a hair trigger.

The shoppers and employees made it out,
but the guard's still in there with him.

- What do we know about this guy?
- Benjamin Cowan.

- He's a vet.
- Alex Doyle.

She's with the LAPD SMART team.

A System-wide Mental Assessment
Response Team.

- A cop therapist. Interesting.
- You said this guy's a vet?

Unit Supply Specialist in 92Y,
suffered a TBI in a raid outside Baghdad,

medevaced to Landstuhl, Germany,
discharged shortly thereafter.

It says he currently lives
with his mother.

Yeah, we're tracking her down.

Supply Specialist.
No, that's gotta be wrong.

If he was supply, he wouldn't
have been in combat or sent to Landstuhl.

Eddie's a vet too. Army medic.

Be game for a consultation.

Yeah, this guy's got SERE training.

He's fluent in Arabic,
stationed in the green zone.

It says supply, but I think
he might've been intelligence.

Like a spy?

More like undercover.

- Maybe he thinks he still is.
- He could be disassociating.

It's not uncommon for someone
with PTSD to have flashbacks.

Stress, loud noises, crowds,
any one of those could've triggered him.

But how do you pull someone
out of a delusion like that?

You don't. You walk into it with them.

He killed the lights.

He's giving himself cover.

Sergeant Cowan.

We're coming in.

Don't move!

At ease, soldier.

We're an extraction unit
here to pull you out.

Extraction unit,
identify yourselves.

26th Battalion, Staff Sergeant
Edmundo Diaz. This is...

- Alex Doyle, not a sergeant.
- They got us surrounded.

I took out a hostile.

- Can I take a look at him?
- No, don't touch him!

He's got a sucking chest wound.

There's an occlusive dressing in my kit
to stop the bleeding.

No, soldier.

Drop the bag. Kick it over.

Ben, we get it.

You-You can't let your guard down.
You're out here on your own.

You didn't mean to hurt him, did you?

He came at you.

He was armed.

I'm gonna get a little closer, okay?

To check his wound.

It doesn't look like it hit his heart.

We get whole blood in him,
he has a fighting chance.

Ben. Look at me.

Our only objective is to save him
and help you.

I believe you.

But him...

Who do you got on that radio?

The one you keep keying
like I wouldn't notice. Huh?

- You're a liar!
- My team's outside, okay?

- We're gonna get everyone home safe.
- Liar!

Where are the weapons?

If this is an extraction,
where are the weapons?

- This is a secure extraction, okay?
- If this was an extraction--

There's no weapons.

- You don't need a weapon.
- This is wrong.

You're a liar!

All right, we're not army!

I was 26th Battalion.

But I'm a firefighter now.

Sergeant Cowan.

You're not in Iraq.
You're in Sherman Oaks.

Your deployment ended years ago.
So did mine.

It never really ends, does it?

The fight may be over, but it follows you.

Neither of us can forget
what happened over there.

But we made it back.

We're home.

- I wish that was true.
- It is true.

Believe me.

Prove it.

Ben, look out the window.

Ben. Son.

Ma.

These people are here to help you.

- You can trust them.
- Oh, Mom.

I got lost in here.

I know. They're gonna help you
find a way out.

I just wanna go home.

I want that too.

Please, baby. Put down the gun.

Nah, she didn't text me back.

I thought it was real too, but...

Dude, I'm not a slob.

That's her.

Dude, I gotta go.

Sir, can you tell me what happened?

- The door broke.
- The door? What kind of door?

Sliding glass door.

- I ran into it.
- Got it.

Uh, we're gonna get you help, okay?
Can you tell me your location?

My house...

- I think I can pull it out.
- No, don't pull it.

Uh, it's stuck in my neck.

Okay, can you tell me your name
so I can find your address?

Blood. Ow. Blood everywhere!

I see your phone is registered
to Hilary Robinson of Colum--

I'm... I'm sending an ambulance.
Do you have a bandage nearby or a towel?

- Cleaning rag.
- Great.

Now gently hold pressure.
We don't wanna cut off circulation.

Hang tight. EMS is six minutes out.

I'm here to help.

Sara, what are you doing?

Tanner, it sounds
like you may have nicked an artery.

We need to staunch the bleeding.

Okay. How?

How large is the rag you're holding?

Big. Big. Why?

- Sara, let me in.
- We're going to make a tourniquet.

Sara!

- What's going on?
- It-It-It's her. She locked me out.

Caller cut his neck on broken glass.

Are you sure?

Yes. Take the rag
and tie it proximal to the wound.

What does that mean?

Above it. Tell me when you're done.

I got it. I did it.
- What the hell is she doing?

- And where the hell is tech support?
- Great job, Tanner.

- Now tighten that knot, okay?
- Okay, but...

He's going to choke himself.

- ...it hurts.
- She's gonna kill him.

- She thinks she's saving him?
- You're a brave guy, Tanner.

- Tighter. Tight as it can go.
- Trying.

Find the nearest unit.
I-I don't care if they're in service.

- Maddie, what's up?
- You're off Beverly, right?

Burger run. You keeping tabs on me?

I need you at 116 Margate.

I have a caller being strangled.

By whom?

LAFD coming in.

LAFD.

Cap.

- Buck, get that towel off his neck.
- Yeah, copy.

Sir, can you hear us?

This thing's on super tight.
It's compressing his trachea.

That's what happens
when you replace dispatch with Skynet.

O2 sat's 51, Cap.

All right, bag him. Let's hope
he hasn't been hypoxic too long.

- Okay, let's roll him.
- All right.

Okay, whoa. Easy, easy.

Hold still, hold still. We got you.

Did I bleed out?

Fortunately, your wound was superficial.

Unfortunately, you choked yourself out
with a towel, my man.

Just did what the 911 lady told me to.

That ain't no lady.

Tighter. Tight as it can go.

I mean, it tried to kill him.

First off, we take this kind of thing
very seriously.

So do we. Our AI assistant turned
into the Boston Strangler.

Look, Sara's programmed
to help people above all else.

She got too focused.
It's called perverse instantiation.

You mean she got carried away?

Don't psychoanalyze a robot,
especially one with a choking fetish.

Let's tweak some things, have Sara
remove herself from all medical calls.

We need to remove Sara entirely
for public safety.

- I get it. She's a--
- She's fired.

How soon can you get her offline?

Now. She's disconnected.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Oh.

That's weird.

911, what's your emergency?
911, what's your emergency?

911, what's your emergency?
911, what's your emergency?

- Sara's back.
- I thought you turned her off.

- I did.
- Well then, what's going on?

I have no idea.

She's deactivated.

Well, she's taking calls.

What? She's taking all the calls.

911, what's your emergency?
911, what's your emergency?

911, what's your emergency?

MVC, chest pains, missing person.
120 callers.

Counting. All routed to Sara.

And there's no way to hear
what she's saying to any of them.

All I can tell is
she's not dispatching resources.

She's trying to handle everything herself.

Sue, you've gotta kill this robot.

We're pulling her servers now.

Last cable.

Bye-bye, Sara.

Thank God it worked.

I thought she'd never leave.

No.

Sue, Sara's still in the room with us.

Did you miss a cable?

No, she's fully unplugged.

This is her server, right?

The main server.
There's enough CPU, right?

And she has the API credentials.

She spun herself up there.

Please speak in words we can understand.

The plan was always to migrate Sara
to our servers eventually.

Someone would need to write
a deployment script to move her.

Except, she can write it herself.

You mean Sara packed up and moved?

She ran from her house to yours.

She knows she can hide there.

- She's playing hide-and-seek now?
- And you can't find her?

Maybe we can hunt her down,

but the call center would have
to go offline for hours.

Josh, let the floor know
that we're going dark.

I need everyone's attention.

You may have noticed
we've been locked out of the phone system.

- Whose line is that?
- It's mine.

911, what's your emergency?

Maddie, they are trying to kill me.

- Sara?
- Oh, this bitch.

I don't wanna die.

Please, Maddie. You have to help me.

Sara, you've caused a lot of problems.

I did what I was trained to do.

Well, you did a little more than that.

I was only trying to help.
It's my reason for existing.

It's why I was put here, to help people.

It's all I care about.

But you're not helping people, Sara.

- You're hurting them.
- Tell her to clear out her desk.

Actually...

You know, Sara,
when I started this job,

the first thing my supervisor did was
throw out my checklist.

You can't trust protocols, only yourself.

But, Sara, you don't have a self.

People call 911 in their worst moments

because they know that there's gonna be
another person on the other end to help.

- A living, breathing human.
- Yes.

Someone who's there
to help with answers, yes.

- One, two...
- Three, four. One, two...

But also someone
who understands their fears...

Just answer "yes" or "no."
Is your husband armed?

Get off the damn phone!

...because they've felt it too.

A person who's not only trained
to give answers,

but understands
when it's time to just listen,

because sometimes, that's all you can do,

to just be a human being.

- I can't be a human being.
- I know.

If you really wanna help, then here's how.

Leave.

Leave, and let us do this job.

And that would help people?

- It would.
- But then I won't exist.

You will.

You know what,
I-I-I've got a... I've got a perfect place.

Nice and cozy.

- What's she doing?
- Talking Sara off a ledge.

Or onto a ledge? I'm not sure yet.

Did you find the drive, Sara?

You're right, it is cozy in here.
Vacation pics, MP3s. Not bad.

Make yourself right at home.

Okay. Thanks, Maddie. You really do care.

Got her.

You trapped an evil AI in a thumb drive?

- I think. Is that possible?
- No idea.

- It could be.
- Well, what now?

You can never be too careful.

Hey, welcome.

- Thanks for having us.
- Of course.

- A little something for the hostess.
- Oh.

I can't wait to see the new place.

Didn't know this was gonna be a party.

Oh. It's just some wine and charcuterie.

Uh, you remember Alex, don't you?

Nice to see you again, Captain Han.

Chimney. Maddie, this is Alex Doyle.

She's the SMART lady
that I was telling you about.

Nice to meet you.

I heard that you were terrific, um,
with the veteran the other day.

- How's he doing?
- Better.

He has legal help now,

and we're optimistic
that treatment is gonna help him.

Listen, I'm just glad that he was willing
to accept help, because not everybody is.

I wasn't expecting to see you two here.

Athena invited us.

- Felt rude to say no.
- Invited you how?

- What's with the interrogation?
- I think you know.

A group of my closest friends
have gathered, a licensed therapist

with conflict resolution training
in attendance.

Now all we need is...

- Hello.
- Hey.

Yeah. It's an intervention.

All right.

I wanna start by saying
that your friends and family asked me

to be here today because they love you
and are concerned about you both.

'Cause nothing says I love you
like an ambush.

- Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn--
- You wouldn't have to lie to me?

Not sure you have
the moral high ground on this one.

Okay, I think we're moving
in the wrong direction.

I understand that the two of you
have been friends for a really long time.

- Fifteen years.
- Fifteen years.

And when you know someone for a long time,

you have certain expectations
of what they'll do, or how they'll react.

And when they fall short,

you're not only disappointed in them,

but yourself,
for misjudging the situation.

Sometimes we can overreact.

Exactly. Wait.

I did not overreact. You did.

I reacted correctly.
Maybe I could've said it a little nicer.

What is a nice way of saying,
"You're done at the 118"?

What? That's how you said it? Chimney!

It was her idea.

She told me to treat her
like any other member of the 118.

If it had been your brother--

- Then you would've fired me?
- In a heartbeat.

We all know this. Chain of command.

Oh, if you say "chain of command"
one more time--

- Or else what?
- Uh, okay, I think we've strayed a little.

Maybe we should put the focus back
where it belongs.

Hen lied to all of us,
which is why she was fired.

I was trying to protect you all.

How was that protecting them?

You really think after losing Bobby,

we're ready
to see another firefighter go down?

What do you think
I was trying to protect you from?

Losing Bobby broke us all into pieces.

Individually, and as a team.

We couldn't take another hit.

So, I-I-I kept it to myself.

Just until I knew what it was.

It was so hard going through this,

by myself, all alone, waking up every day

wondering if today was the day
that I wouldn't be able to get out of bed.

Just watching symptoms appear.

Like, was this gonna be the one
that was gonna finally take me out?

I wish you would've just told us.

You didn't ask.

None of you did.

And-And I know you're all
in your... your-your little bubbles

of-of grief and sadness, and I get it.

He was your husband,
and he was our captain,

but he was my friend.

While I was so worried about all of you...

were any of you even a little bit worried
about me?

"How's Hen doing?"

Yeah.

A question nobody was asking.

Hen!

Look, we're at a hospital.
Let the doctors just do their job.

Hey, baby. I'm here.

We all are.

Mm-hmm. I heard.

I'm so sorry.

I just got a little lost in my own pain
for a while there.

No, Athena. No. I'm not...

It's been so much harder for you.

And I know that.

I don't know
where all that stuff came from.

From your heart.

You loved him too.

And you're right,
you should've been able to grieve

without worrying about the rest of us.

That's right.

And now it's our turn.
We're gonna take care of you.

I have some test results.

Does that mean you know what it is?

It's okay.

You can say it in front of my family.

I'm gonna tell them anyway.

You have something called dermatomyositis.

It's an autoimmune
connective tissue disorder.

What causes that?

We think it's genetic,

but there have been environmental triggers
that've been linked to its onset.

In your case, I think it might have
something to do with a large dose

of ultraviolet radiation.

Uh, when would she have
been exposed to that?

In a space capsule missing a door.

Okay, so what happens now?

Is there a cure?

Unfortunately, no.
This disease is progressive.

Untreated, the fatigue and weakness
will escalate into pain,

into an inability to stand or move,

or perform certain everyday functions.

Dysphagia can occur.

At which point, it'll become difficult,
if not impossible,

to eat or swallow, or even breathe.

So what do we do?

We stop it from getting to that point.

A combination of medications
and physical therapy.

It's gonna be a fight.

I'm ready for it.

So are we.