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's the mob. What's your point?
You know what?
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.
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, whoa. - What are you doing?
No, no, no, no!
- No, no, no! - Come back with my car!
- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -
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 passed the 101.
- Sir, are you following her? - She took my car!
Well, 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, you still there? - Uh, yeah.
Damn it, I lost her. Hold on.
Oh, miss me already?
This isn't a joke, Dina. I called 911.
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, maybe we save this
for when you'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've got to be kidding me.
Don't even think about it.
Dispatch, 727-L-30.
I have no visual of the suspect.
I repeat,
I have no vi...
Dispatch, get me fire and medical at Sheldon and Arleta.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. - Get to the curb!
- She came out of nowhere. - Dina?
Dina!
Oh, my God.
Help!
Please help me!
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.
This looks like Fast and the Furious.
Yeah, she was that.
All right, she's conscious but trapped.
I think the car must've spun out before hitting the truck,
and that's how she ended up... No, over here.
Luckily, she got thrown into the backseat
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'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. - 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.
Almost there!
Yeah. Okay, done!
Here, take this.
Okay, ma'am, keep your eyes closed. We got you.
Okay, if I can get your hand...
Ow. Ow.
I got you, I got you. Eddie.
There you go.
Nice and easy.
Oh, my God! My baby!
Sir, she's gonna be okay. Just give us some space.
- I meant the car. - Let's talk about
the other car. The one you stole.
What?
How you feeling, Dina?
Better now that I got my half.
I think you might've got 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.
A 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.
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
from this dispatch center to read stress levels
and mirror the most empathetic voice.
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, bodycams.
And she speaks 50 languages.
She also never gets burned 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.
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.
But 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 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 want to 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 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 got to 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
a 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.
Because you're making me feel that way. Come on.
What, 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 call 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.
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?
Oh, 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?
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 are very welcome.
- She collated. - I can't collate.
911, what's your emergency?
Hi.
Need a hand?
Uh... uh, mustard?
Look behind you.
Of course. Thank you.
That'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...
American yellow.
Whoa.
Hey. Hey, man. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Who the hell are you?!
What's the problem?
- Who the hell are you? Huh? - Stop, stop, stop!
Huh?
_
Athena, what do we got?
Shooter swiped a security guard's gun,
shot him in the chest.
- A robbery. - No,
a mental health crisis.
This 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.
Systemwide 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.
Medevac'd 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.
I'd be game for a consultation.
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 have 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.
- To pull you out. - Extraction?
What 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.
- I can stop the bleed. - No, soldier.
Drop the bag. Kick it over.
Ben?
We get it.
Y-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.
Doesn't look like it hit his heart.
If 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 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 the way out.
I just want to 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 got to go.
_
Sir? Can you tell me what happened?
- The-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.
- Think I can pull it out. - No, don't pull it.
Ugh, it's stuck in my neck.
Okay, can you tell me your name so I can find your address?
Blood, oh, blood everywhere.
I see your phone is registered
to Hilary Robinson of Colum...
Uh, I'm sending an ambulance. Do you have a bandage nearby?
Or a towel?
- Cleaning rag. - Great.
Now gently hold pressure.
We don't want to 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 stanch the bleeding. - Yeah, okay. How?
How large is the rag you're holding?
Uh, big, big. Why?
SARA, let me in.
We are going to make a tourniquet.
SARA!
- What's going on? - I-It's her.
She locked me out.
A 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 gonna 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?
Uh, this thing's on super tight.
I think 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...
Easy, easy. Hold still, hold still.
We got you.
- Did I bleed out? - Fortunately,
your wound is superficial.
Unfortunately,
you choked yourself out with a towel, my man.
I just did what the 911 lady told me to.
That ain't no lady.
Tighter. Tight as it can...
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... - 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... - 911, what's your...
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.
And 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 got to 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 servers, 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? - A-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 want to 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 fear...
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 want to 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'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-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.
Ah.
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 he's 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.
Wasn't expecting to see you two here.
Athena invited us.
It 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.
I want to 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 are moving
in the wrong direction.
I understand that the two of you have been friends
for a really long time?
- 15 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. - Exactly. Wait.
I did not overreact. You did.
I reacted correctly. Maybe I could have 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 have 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-I think we have 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 is that protecting them? - You really think,
after losing Bobby, we were 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 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?"
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 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! - Hen!
Let the doctors just do their job.
Hey, baby.
I'm here. We all are.
Mm. 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 have 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,
and to an inability to stand or move
or perform certain everyday functions.
Dysphagia can occur,
at which point it will 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.
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