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(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

(device chirping)

Hey, Hildy. Good morning.

HILDY:
Good morning, Anthony.

The time is 8:04 a.m.

The current temperature
in Los Angeles

is 73 degrees and sunny.

Today, it will be sunny

with a forecasted high of 82
and a low of 64.

So why is it so cold in here?

Hey, Hildy, turn off
the air conditioning.

HILDY:
Turning off air conditioning.

(device chirping)

Hildy, brew coffee.

HILDY:
Brewing coffee now.

Hildy, play some happy music.

(heavy metal playing loudly)

Hildy, change the music!

Hildy, change music.

Hildy, change the music.

And Hildy, stop the coffee.

Hildy, stop coffee!

HILDY: I'm sorry, I don't know
how to help with that.

(opera music playing)

What the hell, Hildy?

HILDY: I'm sorry, I don't know
how to help with that.

Hey, Hildy.
Start morning shower.

HILDY:
Starting shower.

Setting water temperature
to 99 degrees.

Perfect.

(opera singer singing)

♪ ♪

ANTHONY:
Thank you, Hildy.

(opera music continues)

Thank you, Hildy.

Screw you, Anthony.

Lukewarm. Just like you.

I think we need to turn it up.

(device chirps)
HILDY: Are you sure?

Oh, yeah. I'm sure.

HILDY:
Raising temperature now.

HILDY:
Temperature rising.

ANTHONY:
Ooh, hot! hot!

Hildy. Hildy, stop.

Ow! Hildy, stop!

(laughing)

(groans)
Hildy!

ANTHONY:
Hildy, shower off!

Shower off!
Shower off!

(gasps)

HILDY:
Stopping shower.

(tense music)

♪

Aw, crap.

A man has been...injured.

What is the nature
of the injury?

My boyfriend fell
in the shower.

I think he hit his head.

Help is on the way.

Can you tell me
if he's still breathing?

Hard to tell. I think so.

If you place your hand
below his nose,

you should be able
to feel him exhale,

even if it's subtle.

The thing is, I'm not
in the room with him right now.

-Can you go in there and check?
-JUSTINE: Um...

I'm not in the house either.

-Where are you calling from?
-JUSTINE: A different house.

But how do you know
he fell in the shower?

I saw it on the video feed.

There's a video feed
in his shower?

He has this smart home.

Everything's online,
and he gave me the password

in case of emergencies.

This is an emergency, right?

♪ ♪

(doorbell rings)
LAFD.

Dispatch said the patient
was unconscious.

They also said
it was a smart home.

(device chirping)

HILDY: Welcome,
Los Angeles Fire Department.

Am I the only one
really creeped out right now?

ALL: No.

-BOBBY: Come on. Let's go.
-HEN: On it, Cap.

BOBBY:
Let's see what we got here.

All right, what are his vitals?

Pulse is steady.
Scalp is lacerated.

Probably a concussion.

Anthony, can you hear us?

Looks like first
or maybe second-degree burns

from the water.
His veins are collapsed.

Probably hypovolemia.
We'll need a line in his ankle.

There's still shampoo
in his hair.

He fell down with the water on.

So who turned it off?

♪

JUSTINE:
Okay, I see the firefighters.

We're good, right?

Just a few more questions
for the report.

Did his smart home send you

an alert this morning, or...

JUSTINE:
I...

Happened to check in on him
and saw he needed help.

He's very lucky you did.
Check on him.

In the shower.

Now, who would wanna
live like this?

Cameras and microphones
everywhere,

not knowing who's watching
or listening.

BUCK: I hate to break it
to you, Eddie,

but if you got a computer
or a smart phone,

smart TV, smart anything,
really,

then anyone can spy on you.

Now I'm thinking
I shouldn't buy that

fancy smart coffee maker
I keep seeing commercials for.

HILDY:
Hello, Eddie.

Here are some
popular coffee makers.

Would you like to hear
the reviews?

(whispering)
Welcome to the future.

Why does it sound
terrifying to me?

JUSTINE:
I worry about him, you know.

Alone in that house.

-(Anthony groans)
-BOBBY: Anthony, Anthony.

It's okay.
You fell in the shower.

Lucky for you,
we found you in time.

We were supposed to be
planning our future together,

not giving each other space.

-How?
-Your girlfriend called 9-1-1.

No. No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

CHIMNEY: Pulse is racing.
Let's sedate him.

But if you're using the house
to check on him all the time,

that's not giving him space,
is it?

Wonder what set that off.

Maybe something
about his girlfriend.

It's my ex.

EDDIE:
Anybody can spy on you.

JUSTINE: I'm just waiting
for him to remember

how much better things are
when we're together.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Justine Zerbiak?

Can I help you?

Just thought I'd come check in.

That 9-1-1 lady sent you.

She wanted us to have a talk
about your future.

-(phone buttons beep)
-(siren whirs)

Why do we have this?

May.

Now that she's working,
she wanted

to contribute to the house.

She offered to pay rent,
but I told her to--

ROBOT:
Excuse me.

Save her money.

So she bought us something.

And it is something, isn't it?

ROBOT:
I am stuck.

-(chuckles)
-ROBOT: I am stuck.

ATHENA:
Ah!

-Oh.
-Oh!

I am not ready for the future.

May can chip in for groceries.

Oh.

Does this mean you're finally
onboard with her new job?

Did you know they're gonna
start putting her on calls?

Well, with the supervisor
listening in.

It's part of her training.

I cannot believe
she made it this far.

So you thought
that she'd give it a try

and then find out
it's not for her.

Which it isn't.

Because she is not doing this
for herself.

She's doing it because of me.
To protect me.

Which, yes, I find sweet,
but also infuriating

because how can I yell at her
about wasting her future

when she says something
like that?

Maybe that's the point
of her saying it.

She outmaneuvered me?

How?

I'm pretty sure you taught her
everything she knows.

ROBOT:
I am stuck.

I am stuck. I am stuck.

-Look at this thing.
-ROBOT: Watch out.

BOBBY:
Give me your gun.

(dramatic chords)

DR. LANGFORD:
Welcome to Gross Anatomy Lab.

You may uncover your cadavers.

(low suspenseful music)

♪

Now, you may wonder
why we still do this.

Why not a digital presentation,
a 3D model,

something more futuristic?
The answer's simple...

Hey, Luis, are you okay?

Just a little...nauseous.

That's not uncommon.

Any other symptoms?
Headache, lightheadedness?

Will you two shut up?

-Luis isn't feeling well.
-Then take him outside.

It is now time for each team
to make their first incision.

If the student nearest the head
could pick up the scalpel.

-You got this.
-Okay.

HEN:
Just breathe in,

hold for three,
and breathe out.

DR. LANGFORD:
Make the first incision

beginning in the region
of the jugular vein

extending approximately
to the shoulder.

Oh, come on.
This is ridiculous.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

(students murmuring)

CHIMNEY:
Okay.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

This thing looks
like a death trap.

Wait, I think we mixed up
the spacers with the supports.

Yeah, but they look the same.

Buck, did you
steal the screwdriver again?

Yeah. It is all yours.

I am finally finished
babyproofing this house.

Here.

Hey, I wonder if we should
put some alarm sensors

on these windows.

You know we live
on the second floor, right?

BUCK: And what if
the baby tries to get out?

Buck, I said that you could
babyproof the apartment,

not turn it into
an unescapable fortress.

I just don't wanna
underestimate

the curious interiority
of my nephew.

Uh, we don't know
if it's a boy.

The last ultrasound, the baby
was in the wrong position

to tell the sex.

Maddie said it looked like
the baby was mooning them.

Ah, well, hey,
definitely yours then.

Well, if it is a boy,
I had some name ideas.

You know, there's Buck
or, uh, Buckley.

Kid could be an Evan.

Really dug deep for those, huh?

(sighs)
Seriously, Buck?

It's an upper cabinet.

How's the baby
gonna reach that?

CHIMNEY:
Has your new girlfriend

seen this side of you?

Has she met
Fire Marshall Buckley yet?

Yeah, hey, about that.
Um...

-I don't have a girlfriend.
-MADDIE: Wait, what?

I thought that
you were seeing someone.

BUCK: I am.
She's a therapist.

I'm seeing her professionally.
Not personally.

(heartfelt music)

Okay.
Why would you lie about that?

Yeah. Come on.

We've all had our turn
in the hot seat.

It's the cost
of doing our jobs.

It's not a big deal.

She's not a department shrink.

Uh, and it's not about the job.

It's--it's about me.

-What about you?
-(Buck chuckles)

I don't know, um, just--
just stuff.

I mean, everyone has issues,
right?

CHIMNEY: (chuckles)
Seriously.

Hey, maybe instead
of college funds,

new parents should start
therapy funds.

BUCK:
There you go.

I know what
I'm getting you guys

for a baby gift.

I thought that's what
the baby latches were.

HEN:
Looks like 3+ pitting edema.

(suspenseful music)

Singed hairs on the chest.

Probably from the defib pads.

Heart failure?

Can't be sure
unless we see the heart,

which won't be for a few weeks.

Or you could look
at his chart.

Well, it won't be on the chart.

They don't give us
the cause of death

until the end of the course.

I thought you were going
to the hospital.

-The paramedics said that you--
-They're medical Uber drivers.

Their opinions don't count.
I'm fine.

Hen's a paramedic.

Oh. Right.

No cause of death.

Guess we're gonna have to
figure it out for ourselves.

Huh, Nancy Drew?

Well, since you missed
the first cut,

wanna try this one?

Medial line.

♪ ♪

(flesh tearing)

Wanna apply
a little more pressure

than you might think.

It's a lot of layers
to break through.

I got it.

And if you want, I can help--

I said I got it.

Okay, now we're supposed to
peel back the skin.

Are you okay?

This man died of cancer.

-How do you know?
-SYDNEY: Here.

Scarring indicative
of chemo port placement.

HEN:
Huh.

Good eye.

(somber music)

Listen, you don't
have to be embarrassed.

I remember when I saw
my first trauma.

I'm not grossed out
or traumatized.

So you can save your pity,
all right?

It's not pity.
I was trying to help.

Thanks, but I don't need a ride
to the hospital.

I'm fine.

(knock at door)

(soft rock music playing)

♪

Uh, didn't I just
leave your place?

Yeah, I just, you know,

wanted to come and talk
about the therapy thing.

Okay, but I was just
at your house.

Yes, I know,
and I thought maybe

you didn't feel comfortable
talking about it

in front of Chimney,
so here I am.

We're alone now, so,
you know, tell me the truth.

There's nothing to tell.

You know, it's all your fault.

Wha--what?

You called me sad and lonely.

Evan, that was months ago.

Well, it's the kind of thing
that sticks with you.

Honestly, you, uh,

you weren't wrong.

I mean, even after I finally
got to say my piece to Abby,

you know, I thought
I'd be better,

-but I still felt--
-Sad and lonely.

Look, I know
I got a great life.

A job I love, people I love.

Just--I just never feel like
I can trust it.

"The world is
an uncertain place, Evan.

You have to protect yourself."

(chuckles)
Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Have you talked to them
about this?

No.
You know how they are.

Yeah.

Hey, look, this is not
a big deal.

I'm fine.

Just I wanna be finer.

You know that I'm here
for you, right?

-Whatever you need?
-Yeah.

I just don't think this is
something you know how to fix.

Why not?

'Cause I always felt like
you were sad too.

(tense music)

♪ ♪

What can I do for you, sir?

-(quietly) I have a gun.
-What was that, sir?

I have a gun.

Sorry, it's really hard
to hear you through the mask.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

You get me now?

Come on, hurry up.

All right, let's go.
Let's go.

Empty the whole drawer.

Come on, hurry up.

That's all of it.

(sirens wailing)

JACKSON:
Seems like they just let him

walk out the door
with the cash.

Yeah, bank policy.

"Do not pursue
a potentially armed suspect."

Did anyone get a good look
at him?

Average build, probably a guy,

probably white,
definitely in a mask.

-You got the footage up?
-Right this way, Sergeant.

(suspenseful music)

Stop it there.

Back it up a little.

I should be able
to read the plate.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30.

I need an APB on a black sedan.
California plate:

Three, John, Robert, Queen,
1-5-8.

Allen Robertson?

I already told
the other officers.

You got the wrong guy.

I never set foot in that bank.

Actually,
you're the getaway driver.

-You just didn't know it.
-What?

You have any way of pulling up
a passenger's name and address?

Yeah.
It's on my phone.

Hey.
Take off those cuffs.

I need his name
and where you dropped him off.

Raymond Dykstra.
It's the police.

Open the door!

(footsteps pounding)

(door slams)

-We got a runner.
-Round the back!

ALLEN: Hey, Sergeant!
You might wanna see this.

(indistinct radio chatter)

JACKSON:
7-8-31...

Oh, he is not that stupid.

APP VOICE:
Your ride has arrived.

♪ ♪

LAPD! Hands up!

-Don't move.
-ATHENA: Raymond Dykstra.

You're under arrest
for bank robbery.

Cuff him.

But how'd you find me?

ATHENA:
Welcome to the future, Raymond.

Turns out,
there's an app for that.

CHRISTOPHER:
Come on, Buck.

-(character growling)
-CHRISTOPHER: I'm beating you.

You're cheating.

(characters grunting)

Come on, Buck.

Hey, man, you need to talk
to your kid

about playing...fair.

Or you could just do that.

(sighs)
Dad, I was beating him.

Well, we're taking
a little break

from the Internet right now.

But how am I supposed
to talk to my friends?

You're talking to people
on this thing?

Kay, hey, um,
you know I was kidding

the other day, right?

About the spying?

Were you?

'Cause ever since that call,
every time I go online,

there's an ad
for coffee makers.

Read the news, coffee maker.

Check the weather,
coffee maker.

Yeah, it's, uh, it's called
"targeted advertising."

I didn't even want
a new coffee maker!

The one I have is fine!

I only mentioned it
in front of you...

And Hildy.

Hildy? Are we getting a Hildy?

No, we are definitely not.

Buck, can we go to your house
and play video games?

Uh, sorry, kid.

I think we're gonna be
playing it

old school for a while.

CHRISTOPHER: What's old school?

Have you ever heard
of Scrabble?

(somber music)

Maddie?

You okay?

Baby keeping you up?

Oh.

Hey.
What's wrong?

I think I'm scared.

About the baby?

You know, right now,
everything is great.

And the baby's safe and sound
in here.

Probably safer than he or she
will ever be.

And then they're born,
and everything changes.

Yeah, but in a good way.

I mean, we finally get
to meet our kid, you know?

Hold them in our arms,
see their face.

Hear their voice.

Get to know this person
that we made.

Yeah, but we're not done
making that person yet.

You know, and then they go out
into the world,

and that's when everything
gets harder.

It's like, every decision,
every choice that we make...

It impacts who they become.

But we're gonna
make good choices.

♪ ♪

What if we get it wrong?

What if everything you--
you do to protect someone

only ends up hurting them?

Are--are you talking
about Buck?

You think your parents
might've--

I told you that my parents
were not bad people.

All right, just--
they're just bad parents.

What if I'm more like them
than I think?

You're not.

Look.

I don't know them.

But I know you.

I know us, and...
(chuckles)

Yeah, we're gonna
make mistakes,

but they're gonna forgive us

because they'll know how much
we love them.

I think you're gonna be
a really great dad.

I'm gonna try.

Maybe that's all we can do.

(softly)
Yeah.

-Come here.
-Please.

Oh, come here.

♪

DENNY: (groans)
Nia, no!

NIA:
I want! I want!

-DENNY: Nia, stop!
-NIA: I want!

HEN:
Kids, what--what--

She wrote on my face
while I was sleeping.

I made Denny pretty.

Nia, may I please
have the marker?

I make things pretty.

Nia.

No, Mama Hen.

-(knock at door)
-I'll see who it is.

Denny, no, don't--
(sighs)

Nia, give me the marker.

-Mine!
-Trade.

-Trade.
-Thank you.

-Hi.
-HEN: Denny, who's at the door?

It's the social worker.
Come in.

-HEN: Oh!
-Hi.

Hi. Dierdra.
(chuckles)

-We weren't expecting you.
-Uh--

Which is the point, I know.

I'm sure it's no less weird
for you.

(sighs) I'm sorry.
Karen is at the supermarket.

I was about to clean up,
but someone found a marker.

-(chuckles) I see.
-And it's not looking good.

Yeah, looks like chaos.

Well, also known as
normal family life.

(knock at door)

-Oh.
-HEN: I'm sorry.

No, no, really.

You deal with this,

and, uh, Nia
will show me her room.

Show me your room, Nia?

-Sure.
-Come on, let's go look.

I wanna see
what you've been up to.

-(knock at door)
-I'll get it.

Little man, you have to stop
opening the door to strangers.

Sydney?

Someone wrote
on this child's face.

Do you know how to get it off?

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe try nail polish remover.

Do not listen to her.

Start with soap and water,
okay?

And if that doesn't work,
then we'll try baby oil next.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk.
About the other day.

Now is not the time.

And by the way, here's a tip.

It is never the time
to just show up

unannounced at my home.

I really needed to talk to you.

And I really need to get marker
off of my son's face

and figure out what my daughter
is saying in the other room.

How many kids do you have?

What are you still doing here?

Look, I saw Dr. Langford
yesterday,

and he asked
if everything was okay.

Between us.

And I told him it was,
so if he asks you,

you have to say the same thing.

And that's why you're standing
on my doorstep at 8:00 a.m.?

First I fainted,
then you got all weird with me.

It's put me on Dr. Langford's

radar for all
the wrong reasons.

I can't afford to look this bad
this early.

Because it's all about you.

Being a doctor
is really important to me.

It's really important
to me too.

Oh, please.
You gotta be what, 40?

You've already got a job.

You're married,
there's apparently

at least two kids.

There's no way
you can juggle all that.

You can barely handle
a marker already.

You don't know the first thing
about me.

I know that I need
to be a doctor,

and I just wanna be sure that
when you quit med school,

you don't take my reputation
with you

-on your way out the door.
-What, you--

you selfish little--

Mama.

Sorry to interrupt.

It's fine.
Sydney was just leaving.

You say, uh,

-Karen will be back soon?
-HEN: Yeah.

Why don't I, uh,

why don't I make us some coffee
while we wait?

Okay. All right.

Show me the way?
Okay, thank you, buddy.

What?

Bad Mama Hen!

-Come on.
-Okay.

(tense music)

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and even states are being...

Hey, uh,

I wanted to ask you
about something.

Okay.

This might be
a little too personal

and none of my business,

so you can totally tell me
to go to hell--

Chimney, spit it out.

What's the deal
with your parents?

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, you never
talk about them, for starters.

And I feel like I know
way more about your sex life

than I do about your parents.

Well, that's 'cause my sex life
is more interesting.

-(Chimney chuckles)
-At least it used to be.

But seriously, uh,

Maddie barely talks
about them either.

Or to them, for that matter.

(sentimental music)

And the other night,
I found her all freaked out

like something was wrong.

She said she was scared
of screwing up with our kid

the way your parents screwed up
with the two of you guys.

She said that?

Kinda.

I mean, she wasn't specific,
but she never is.

She said that
they're not bad people,

so I'm guessing that
they weren't abusive.

No, no, they weren't.

Um, they were just...

Absent, you know?

I mean, they were in the house,

they were cooking meals,
washing clothes,

usual stuff, just...

It always felt like

they were a million miles away.

Well, that must've been weird.

Ah, I just figured
they liked each other

more than they liked us.

Well, they--
they weren't great with kids.

Okay, so I shouldn't be worried
that you guys are hiding

some deep, dark,
Buckley family secret from me?

Nah.

Just your average
run-of-the-mill dysfunctional.

Hey.

Welcome to the family.

(both laugh)

(siren wailing)

But you guys aren't in trouble
with the social worker.

I explained the situation.

She understood.
It was just a bad day.

Mm.

But it also
doesn't sound like you.

To let this girl
get under your skin like that.

(soft R&B music)

You know that voice
in the back of your head?

The one that tells you
you can't do anything right.

You know?

It tells you that you're crazy,
you're stupid for even trying.

It's, like, all your doubts
and all your fears

just playing on loop
right up here.

Well, that's Sydney.

Sydney is a liar.

Is she, Athena?

I mean, two kids,
a full-time job,

and medical school?

Where is this coming from?

I'm just tired.

I'm tired of--
of having to always prove

that I belong, that I'm worthy.

That I'm just as good
as the rest of them.

But you don't.

Because you're strong,
you're smart,

you're a self-made woman
who built a family

and a career.

And now you're putting yourself
through medical school.

You are formidable, my friend!

I don't feel formidable.

Just exhausted.

(chuckles)

At least I'm not the one
passing out in class.

Sydney is.

(laughs)

She straight fainted
in our first lab.

Mm, maybe you're not
the only one

with too much on your plate.

I don't know anything
about her outside of school.

And she ain't gonna talk to me.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time

that you had to
diagnose someone

who couldn't tell you
what was wrong.

I should think of her
as a patient?

Find out what ails her.

And heal yourself.

♪

(line trilling)

MADDIE:
Hey, uh, Mom.

It's me. Maddie.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I know,
we usually text or email.

Oh, ah, no, I'm--I'm fine.

I'm fine. Baby is--baby's fine.

I have one of those, um,

doctor's appointments
coming up.

Like, the 4-D ultrasound.
Anyway.

Hopefully we'll find out
the sex this time.

Well, I would like to know.

You know, so I can be prepared.

(sighs quietly)

It's still gonna be a surprise.

It's just gonna be
a surprise now.

Okay, um, listen,

have you--have you talked
to Evan lately?

I'm a little worried about him.

(sentimental music)

Did you know that he's talking
to a therapist?

I--no.

No--no, it's not like that.

He doesn't know anything.

But maybe he should.

I don't know, Mom.

I mean,
how do you tell somebody

that you've been lying to them
for their entire life?

(mystical music)

HILDY: Keep your eyes closed
and breathe deeply

as you cast off yesterday
and look to the future,

drawing breath,
and with it, possibility.

Exhale.

Now sit up, open your eyes,
and greet the world.

Good morning, world.

Uh--world? Hello?

Uh.

What? What? No, what?

(gasping)
Oh, my God. I can't see.

(gasping)

I can't see! Hildy!

Call 9-1-1!

(dial beeping)

(sirens wailing)

Los Angeles Fire Department.

We got a call
from this address.

I'm coming! I'm coming! Ow.

-Uh, hold on.
-EDDIE: Cap, battering ram.

BOBBY:
Ma'am, step away from the door.

-We're coming in.
-Okay.

(tense music)

BOBBY:
Let's get her up off the floor.

Come on. Help her up.

EDDIE: Let's get you to
a chair, okay?

-Easy, easy.
-HEN: I'm right here.

-EDDIE: Right over here.
-HEN: Okay.

Can you tell us
about your symptoms?

Well, it's really just
the one symptom.

I can't see anything.

EDDIE:
Have you been having trouble

with your vision before today?

No, always been 20/20.

And this morning,
just completely gone?

I woke to greet the world,
and it wasn't there.

Ma'am, have you been using
any new skin care

or makeup products,
anything that might

-cause an allergic reaction?
-No, nothing like that.

BOBBY:
What about household cleaners?

Anything with fumes
or a strong scent?

Just some essential oils.

-Yeah, that wouldn't do this.
-Blood pressure is normal,

so it's probably
not a circulation problem.

HEN:
You've got some swelling

and minor irritation
on the eyelid.

Ma'am, I'm gonna open up
your eyelid,

and I'm gonna shine this light
up there, okay?

Just relax.

Diminished pupillary response.
Minor clouding on the lenses.

Almost like they're covered
in a film.

Cataracts don't just appear
overnight.

-What was that?
-HEN: What?

-Thought I saw something move.
-In my eyes?

Something like a--a worm?

Oh, God.
Oh, God, I'm gonna throw up.

I'm gonna throw up.

Just try and stay calm
for us, okay?

HEN: Let me grab a forceps
and a sample jar.

Worm?
How did a worm get in my eye?

Maybe it could be
some kind of bug.

Face flies.

It's a type of parasite
that infects livestock.

They feed off the tears,
lay eggs in the eyes.

You don't normally see it
in people, though.

Mostly cattle.

BECKY:
I haven't been around cattle.

I don't think I've even been

in the same room with a burger
since 2004.

You probably haven't
taken a trip.

Everything's closed.

Maybe something
in your workspace.

What do you do for a living?

I teach yoga.

What kind of yoga?

Good, guys, now transition
from plank to tabletop.

Really focus
on keeping that core engaged.

(goat bleats)

Nice.

Great form.

Hold your form.

Be one with the goat.

Keep that core engaged. Nice.

Really breathe in this nature
around us.

Excellent, you guys.

Really breathe
through that stretch.

(tense music)

And people pay to do that?

Well, people say
that baby goats offer

the perfect weight
and resistance

to hold a plank position.

-I can know weird stuff too.
-(laughs)

BECKY:
No, it's not weird.

Okay, it's a little weird.

But people
really like the class,

and--and goat yoga's
the only thing

that's keeping me afloat
while the studio's closed.

Hey, no offense, but if you're
gonna stick with goats,

you might wanna consider
wearing goggles.

Maybe it's a sign.

My sister keeps telling me
to grow up already

and get a real job.

-She might be right.
-Or she might be wrong.

Who cares
what other people think?

Okay, if goat yoga
is your jam, your dream,

then own goat yoga.

Never apologize to anyone
for that, okay?

Aw.

Thank you.
-HEN: Oh--

easy, easy, easy now.

I still have a tool that can
make

this whole blindness thing
permanent.

Stay still.
It's only gonna take a second.

♪ ♪

BECKY:
(laughs)

Oh, I can see again.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, God.

(retching)

Uh--do rabbits have worms?

Maybe bunny yoga is the future.

HILDY:
Do rabbits have worms?

Would you like to hear
what I found on the Internet?

No!

HILDY: Would you like to hear
what I found on the Internet?

(siren wailing)

(door opens)

(Sydney sighs)

Didn't expect to see you here
this late.

Yeah, well, um.

I've been feeling pretty
under the weather this week,

and I can't let myself
fall behind.

What are you doing here?

I have a, uh,
thoroughly annoying lab partner

that constantly makes me feel
like I'm failing

before I've even
had the chance to try.

I guess I'm so
used to pushing myself,

I just assumed
that everyone else

has the same level
of intensity.

-Sorry.
-See? There it is.

It's such a specific
and precise way

of insulting me.

I don't mean to,
but I can't fail.

-You wouldn't understand.
-You--

you think I wouldn't?

You've been in the field
for years.

Practically doing the job,

probably saved hundreds
of lives already.

I'm a Black lesbian

that joined the fire department
at 30,

that started med school at 40.

You think I've ever
walked into a room

and not felt like
I had to prove

that I deserved to be there?

(soft apprehensive music)

Sorry.

For real this time.

You're on hormone
replacement therapy?

Most people just assume
I'm trying to quit smoking.

Most people
aren't paying attention.

The headaches, nausea,

increased irritability.

Or at least I hope
it's increased.

Could all be a reaction
to the patch.

Not much I can do about it.

Just gotta grit my teeth
and push through.

Or you could talk
to your doctor.

You might do better
with the tablets.

Or if you're worried

about blood clots,
there's always the gel.

Um...

I have the BRCA1 gene mutation.

So six weeks
before medical school started,

I had a double mastectomy

and RRSO surgery

to remove my ovaries
and fallopian tubes.

That is why I have the patch.

You're 20.

-What doctor--
-Oh.

Trust me, it was hard
to find one

who'd perform the surgeries
on someone my age

who doesn't already
have children,

but you know me.

I love to fight.

That's a pretty
aggressive move,

even for you.

(solemn music)

My mother died when she was 34.

My grandmother when she was 32.

That's why I push myself
so hard.

I don't just wanna be
the first woman

in my family
to graduate medical school.

I wanna be the first one
to live...

Past 35.

♪ ♪

Then we'd better get to work.

(knock at door)

(mysterious music)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(numbers dialing)

-We got him.
-(Laughs)

-Thanks, Buck. Real funny.
-(dial tone)

(laughs)

Yeah.

You're welcome.

(lock clanking)

-You're late.
-It was, like, 20 minutes.

-Sorry.
-(chuckles)

I guess I'm just excited.

Me too.

-(water running)
-But, uh,

everything went okay, right?

Yeah.
Doctor says I'm fine.

-Baby's fine.
-Okay.

It's just--

you know, you seem
so worried lately.

And you know, like,
we're in this together, right?

If there's anything wrong,
you can tell me.

-I'm not gonna run again.
-I know that.

And I promise, if it had

anything to do with you,
I would tell you.

No, Maddie.
We're gonna be a family now.

I'm here for you.
Whatever you need.

Okay.

So what I need is for you
to play this DVD.

(soft music)

Yes.

Let's go watch

the greatest movie
we ever made.

Yeah.

This is amazing.

That's our baby.

I'm sorry you couldn't be
at the ultrasound.

Nah, it's okay,
this was worth the wait.

I see we still
can't tell the sex.

Guess the kid's shy.

It's so weird.

Dr. Heller said that
she could tell.

Wait.

You didn't look
while you were in the office?

We've been apart for so many
firsts in this pregnancy,

and I wanted to have
this first together.

Hold on.

Could it be?

Oh.

MADDIE: Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I think--

Oh...

BOTH:
It's a girl.

(door opens)

-Hi, sweetheart.
-MAY: Hi.

Sorry I missed dinner.

Ah. No, you didn't.
Saved you a plate.

Oh, really?
Awesome.

You're pulling overtime
already, huh?

No, I had a counseling session.

Did you have a rough call?

MAY: No, it's just
a precautionary thing.

Because of my age
and my history.

Sue said that it would be good

that I meet with a counselor
every other month.

I didn't know you told them
about the suicide attempt.

MAY: I didn't see the point
in lying to them.

It's on their records.
You did call 9-1-1.

Yes. I did.

So I told them, and Sue said
it wasn't disqualifying,

but she just wanted
to make sure

I had someone to talk to.

Well, that's smart.

I'm glad she's looking out
for you.

MAY:
Yeah, me too.

It's just,
I spent the whole day

talking to people.

Last thing I wanted to do
at the end of it

was talk some more.

Yeah, but that won't go on
forever

once they see you know
how to handle yourself.

BOBBY:
But there's nothing wrong

with seeing somebody forever.

In this line of work, you--

you have to have somebody
to talk to.

I've got my meetings,
your mother's got Dr. Sanford.

Oh, had Dr. Sanford.

I mean, Kara was great.

I would absolutely
see her again if I needed to.

You stopped seeing her.
When?

Um...few weeks ago.

You didn't say anything.

Um, I'm sorry.

It just didn't occur to me.

My sessions with Kara
were to prepare me

for going back out
on the street, and now I am.

No, these sessions
were for more than that.

After everything
that you went through--

ATHENA: Your heart is
in the right place,

but I don't need anyone
to baby me.

Never have and never will.

So if I'm your daughter,
shouldn't that mean

you don't have to baby me?

ATHENA:
Well, you're only half mine.

Your daddy's side still need
looking after.

Then maybe 50% less.

This is not
"Let's Make a Deal."

You're gonna be
my baby forever.

Baby girl Han.

I guess we're gonna
have to get serious

about finding a name now.

Should we do
something traditional

or more modern, like

"Chicago."

You were right.

We are gonna be a family,
the three of us,

and I don't wanna
keep hiding this from you.

Look, I told you,

you don't have to protect me.

You're not the one
I'm trying to protect.

-(twangy Western music)
-(sirens wail)

NEWS ANCHOR: The raging fires
have progressed in San Angelo.

Response teams are exhausted.

Further counties, including
Los Angeles Fire Department,

have been summoned to help
contain the epic disaster.

BUCK:
Come on. Let's go.

♪ ♪

I've been on the list
for special deployment

ever since
I joined the department.

Never got a call before today.

(siren chirps)

Okay, we are ready to roll.

Oh, no.
I know how you guys are.

Everybody, make sure

you use the bathroom
before we go.

I don't care if you think
you need to or not.

We have a 20-hour drive,
and we're gonna make good time.

I didn't know you were
coming with us.

I got two kids
and med school bills to pay.

I'll take all the emergency
overtime I can get.

Besides, it'll be fun.

I've never been to Texas.

♪

BUCK:
All right, let's move out!