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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?

- Where do you need us?
- 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?

- 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?

Just waiting on the coffee.
She was making a fresh pot.

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.

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.
- There isn't one.

Paid by the guy over there in the corner.

Damn, he's coming over.

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, but
this wasn't necessary.

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.

Her idea of flirting these
days is reading Miranda.

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.

- 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?

Stock.

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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

They asked me if they should hold this.

I figured you'd want it.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 be no it 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.

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.

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.

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,

and if you care to contest it,

my phone number's on the back.

Have a good evening, Mr. Grant.

- Michael.
- Michael.

Yeah.