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Doctor, this ship is heaven.

And you're here...

...to keep everyone alive.

Breath is irregular.
V-Fib. Now.

I have a pulse.

Becoming some kind
of team, huh?

I have a secret.

Is it that you're in love
with Avery?

You broke the code.

Bro code?

You want to call a truce?
No more fighting over girls.

You matter.

You matter to me.

Lotta new faces this year.

That joke was old
the first time you told it.

Oh, Lordy.
A lot of new everything.

Wow.

In case of an emergency,

you can use your implants
as a flotation device.

You are both awful.

What's happening here
is a disease.

It's called body dysmorphia.

Ah, the patients
for plastic surgery week arrive,

high on pain meds and sea air.

Whatcha guys doing?

The Captain and Tristan
have this cute little tradition

of mocking people
victimized by an industry

that exploits them
and makes them pay for it.

And here comes
the exploiter-in-chief.

- Who's that?
- Lenore Laurent.

Her husband, Maury,
owns the cruise line.

They also own a chain of
fancy plastic surgery clinics.

She books the ship out every
year for her elite clients.

They get their work done
and come aboard to recover.

But her real motive
for this whole thing?

Miss Lenore has a huge
lady boner for the captain.

She does not have a--
whatever you said.

No, that--
- Bobby Massey.

Oh, she's spotted me,

so big smiles all around.
Let's go.

My brawny buccaneer.

Lenore Laurent.

You get younger every year.

Mwah. Oh, you.

Mister, what did you do
to yourself, hmm?

Little Juvederm or Restylane?

"T," huh?
- No, no, no, no.

Just a little sunlight, sleep,
and a little sunscreen.

- Ah.
- How's Maury?

Ugh, Maury. He's great,

as long as he's stuffing
his face with cold cuts

and white bread,
which he's always doing.

Dearheart, uh, remind me
of your name again.

Why am I thinking Harvey?
It's not Harvey.

It is. My name is Harvey.

It's Avery,

and she is our very talented
nurse practitioner.

Avery. That's right.

So pretty.

Your name, that is.
- Hmm?

I hope we're in a better mood
this year. Hmm?

My patients, they pay beaucoup
bucks, and they expect happy,

shiny faces full of joy
and accommodation.

Miss Laurent,
can I show you to your suite?

I'm off.

I'm gonna-- mwah--
bother you later.

Okay, well, I'll look forward
to being bothered.

Ta-ta. Let's go.

Oh. Ah, yes.

I can't do this week again.
I cannot.

- Avery? Wait, wait, wait.
- It's just so anti
everything everything

and against
everything I believe in.
- Whoa, whoa.

Just imagine this time next
year you'd be taking your boards

on the way to being a doctor.

Thanks, really.

But there's a stack
of unsorted compression garments

down below calling out for me.

I can't stay here anymore.

- It's him. The Real Ken Doll.
- The who?

The man who has made himself
look like Ken.

He has a reality show with
Barbie and Skipper and Allen,

the whole gang. They've devoted
their entire lives

to looking like
these characters.

Cap, come on. The Real Ken Doll.

I-I know not
this Real Ken Doll.

Son, may I ask you a question?

And-- And please take it in the
spirit in which it's intended,

but are you fluid?

No. I'm obsessed.
You could call me a fan.

I-I just think
he's very inspiring.

Malala is inspiring.

That is a man
dressed as a plastic toy.

No, he is the plastic toy.

Well, gents, I've officially
seen literally everything now.

Nothing more could shock me.

I bid thee adieu.

Hello?

- No.
- I need medical attention.

Someone help.
- Please, God, no.

It can't be.

Mother.

My Pom Pom. My Tri-Tri.

Oh.

I really do need
these things drained.

Um, may I steal him
for a second, pretty please?

Seems that you are
the rightful owner,

so steal away, Ms...?

Von Dreesen.

Caroline to you.
- Okay.

- Pom Pom?
- Pom Pom?

How lucky am I?
My own concierge nurse.

I don't know what's worse,
Mom-- the fact

that you got a deep plane
facelift and didn't tell me

or the fact that you showed up
here unannounced.

I was afraid you'd jump ship.

How about this room, hmm?
I told the gal at the check-in

my son Tristan
is a nurse on The Odyssey.

I haven't seen him
in over two years.

I have to come to the middle of
the ocean just to see my baby.

She gave me an upgrade.

You know
just the strings to pull.

Ma'am, we have your ice,

but did you mean
to order this much?

Yes, yes. Bring it in.

Thank you.

Good evening, ladies.
Will we be having

liquids or solids tonight?

'Iquidshh.

- Fabulous.
- ♪ Ain't misbehavin'

Good evening.
Liquids or solids?

♪ Mm, mm, mm, mm

Excuse me. Excuse me!

What the hell do you think
you're wearing?

There is a dress code, dear.

Did you leave your suitcase
at the docks?

No, just every ounce
of my ability to give a damn.

What's happening?

As you can see, this person
is dressed as a gondolier.

Avery?

Go. Change.
We'll talk about it later.

♪ Savin' all my love for you

And a smile
wouldn't kill you, hmm?

Your little nurse
has it out for me.

- Oh, no--
- This reflects on you, Bobby.

It's Robert and, no,
and you owe me a dance. Come on.

Oh. Please.

Mister, it's gonna take
a hell of a lot more than that

to get into my good graces.

I'm sorry.
I'll have a talk with her.

Mm, talk.

I prefer action.

Uh, well...

Maybe not so much action
too soon.

And what about Maury?

I mean, he is your husband,
and he's my boss.

So am I.

I got two words
for you, Bobby--

No prenup.

If Maury and I go down
like the Titanic, I get half.

That includes you, the ship,
the whole kit and caboodle.

♪ Savin' all my love for you

Okay.

Uh...

Oh.

Whew.

Sorry. It was bugging me.

Oh, my God. Sorry.

Oh, hi.

Sorry, I was just introduced

to a fascinating new bit
of medicine in there.

Sounds like
you want to talk about it.

No, no, just--
I'm still processing.

I'm Ken.

I know. I am a huge fan.

I'm Max,
the doctor here on The Odyssey.

You're not my usual
demographic.

I have a doctor question
for you.

I heard you have
some special equipment onboard,

a cryotherapy chamber?

Two of them, actually.
You wanna see?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

So, here is our little dabble
into cryotherapy.

His and hers chambers.

Could it be his and his?

I dare you.

So you got your pectorals
done most recently, then?

Yep.
I built them up with exercise

but added a small custom implant
to give the perfect shape.

They were the final piece.
The statue of David is complete.

The statue of Ken.

Exactly.

You know,
I watch your TV show, obviously,

and I was always fascinated by

how you describe yourself
as an artist

who has just fully
put himself into his work.

My mom's motto was you
can be whatever you want to be.

And I took that quite literally, obviously.

What about you?

What would you be if
you could literally be anything?

Mm...

When I was a kid, I wanted to
be a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.

There are communities for that.

Ah, damn. Trouble incoming.

Time for you to vamonos, Ken.

Copy that.

Thank you.

This is my fourth boob job,

and nothing like this
has ever happened before.

Third time
wasn't the charm, huh?

What's your treatment regimen?

Antibiotics. I have an ointment
for the incision scars.

- Nothing for the pain?
- They gave me some pills,

but I don't like
to put synthetics in my body.

To ingest synthetics.

Understandable, dear.

The only thing that really
works anyways is ice.

Have you been icing frequently?

Oh, all day.

I'd walk around with
two buckets full if I could.

Okay, well, um,
you have frostbite.

Can you run a warm bath?

We need to break up
the ice crystals,

make sure there's
no more damage to the tissue.

I'm going to prescribe you
a CBD balm for the pain.

It's all natural.
- Will the skin heal?

The redness will go down,
but unfortunately,

that's second-
and third-degree frostbite.

So the damage to the tissue
is permanent,

and you are gonna experience
some blistering.

Down the line, you may be able
to get a skin graft,

but for right now, we're
just gonna do everything

we can to keep you comfortable.
- Well, can't we do that now?

A-A skin graft?
That's not that difficult.

Oh, it's not? A skin graft
is not too difficult?

Nurse?

Hallway. Now.

This attitude of yours
ends right now.

You work for me, understand?

My duty is to the patients.
And as far as I can see,

the healthcare they really need
here is mental healthcare.

I do not work for you.

Hmph. Well,
you got that right, sister,

because you're fired.

Ah!

The doctor said
any more cocaine, you risk--

Oh, I know what he said, Jessa.

I was there.
And I'm done wif it, really...

after this trip,
- I ain't messin'.

You don't do the reading,

you won't pass the exam.
Simple as that.

And I won't slip you my answers
like I did last time.

You're not mugging me off.
Absolutely not--

Pippa.

Your nose. It's falling off
your face.

Hey, you're going to be okay.

In my experience, response time
is what matters most

in cases like this.
- Your experience?

Noses falling off
left and right, are they?

I have dealt with
other avulsions successfully.

How'd it even happen?

The filler used
in Pippa's recent rhinoplasty

has an acetone base.

Certain substances
in high concentrations

can cause the filler--
- High concentrations?

Hear that, Pippa?
- Aw, piss off. It means--

Can cause the filler
to dissolve.

Then the acetone leaks out,

and it starts to eat away
at the surrounding tissue,

which causes the nasal avulsion,
the detachment.

Okay, now what I'm about
to put on is only temporary.

And don't worry,

Lenore has already been in
contact with a plastic surgeon

in Los Angeles who specializes
in these kinds of reattachments.

I look like bloody
Phantom of the Opera.

There was a Broadway cruise
a couple seasons ago.

It's the best I could do.
- Raided the costume bin, did ya?

You look like Lady Gaga.

So what'd you do wif me nose,
then? Chuck it in the bin?

I thought you were fired.

I am. Still have to finish
out the cruise, though.

This is fixable.
You just have to talk to Lenore.

I just can't do that, Tristan.

Hey. How's it going?

Oh, sometimes
we can give them the world.

Other times, best we can give
them is their nose in a box.

- This isn't gonna work.
- Actually, the olfactory system

is incredibly regenerative--
- Not the nose,

this campaign against you.

I'm not letting you go.
I talked to the Captain.

He's going to talk to Lenore.

I didn't ask you to do that.

I don't want this anymore, this
cruise life.

Been a long time coming.
This is just the final straw.

Okay, but what about
your scholarship?

What, you're just--
just giving up?

I'm moving on.

I can't believe
you're doing this to me.

To you? I'm not your mom.
I'm not your girlfriend.

This is what I need.

I'm sorry that you have
abandonment mommy-issues,

but please,
just don't put that on me.

No, I-I'm not touching that.

If I was
to just lightly touch it,

though, I would say
that that was... a little harsh.

Great. You, too.
Now everyone hates me.

I like you.

- It looks so good.
- It looks amazing.

A little redness and swelling,

but nothing outside the range of
normal post-operative healing.

Okay.

So I just have to be
extra careful with myself.

With as many surgeries
as I've had,

sepsis can be a real threat.

You were smart to come in.
Absolutely.

But we'll keep an eye on it
throughout the week.

And honestly, it's nothing
I'm too worried about.

- Mm.
- Sorry. That hurt?

It's fine.

You know, plenty of people
are fascinated by me,

but most of them
aren't usually this... kind.

I don't think
I've ever met anyone

as authentically
themselves as you.

And I think that's very cool.

Well, I think
you're very cool, too, Doctor.

I'm serious.

You see the people in people.

You can't help it.

You don't know how actually rare
a quality that is.

♪ Maybe I've done enough

♪ And I finally see myself

♪ Unabridged and overwhelmed

♪ I only want what's real

♪ Worthy of love anyway

Good morning. Housekeeping.

Keep doing
chest compressions.

We're almost there.

- Defib, now.
- Yeah.

Ready.

He's asystolic. There's
no rhythm. We can't shock him.

Try again.

Still asystolic.

I don't have a pulse.

Initiate Advanced
Life Support measures.

Intubation?

- Max.
- His O2 sat is crashing.

We need to intubate now.

Max?

B.P.'s 190/50.

- Max? Max!
- Stop.

He's gone.

Time of death, zero-800 hours,
13 minutes.

We need to get him
downstairs.

Code 4178.
We need the laundry cart.

Why can't we just use
the stretcher?

This isn't a hospital.
We can't just

waltz through the leisure deck
with a dead body.

We owe it
to the other passengers

to have a non-traumatizing,
"carefree experience."

This is how we do it here, Max.

What about him?

Surely we owe him more than
a bumpy ride under dirty sheets.

It's just to get him
downstairs. To the morgue.

- Where are we going?
- Flower shop.

Why are we going
to the flower shop?

I thought we were
going to the morgue.

Because in the event of death,
the flower shop is the morgue.

This is the largest
non-critical

refrigerated space on the ship.

When patients pass
unexpectedly,

we keep them here
until we make port.

Is this for real?

Yes. In the event of death,

we give some of the flowers
to the passengers

to make space here.

You know, lemonade
out of lemons.

We're not authorized
to do a full autopsy.

But I need to know,

do we have a contagion
on our hands?

Necrosis,

advanced erythema
beyond the surgical site

suggests spreading
inflammation, so...

no, I don't think so.

Sepsis?

It's what he was concerned
about when he came to see me.

You couldn't have known
it would advance this quickly.

We've constructed
a paradise here.

But never forget,
that's all it is--

construction. An illusion.

The world is still the world,

and all we can do is sail on.

I'll call the authorities,
notify the next of kin.

I'll handle
the death certificate.

He had minor
post-operative swelling.

You did what you were
supposed to do.

I'm supposed to not let
my patients die in their sleep.

I'm heartbroken, just sick.
That poor, poor boy.

I have a surprise for you.

Tomorrow, I get
these bandages off,

and you and me
are doing Seabobs.

I signed us up.
Do you know what that is?

- Yeah, I know what Seabobs are--
- It's like a jet ski,

but you can dive underwater.

I have work, Mom. I'm not here
on vacation, too.

Oh, come on.

I want to do something
special for you.

Do you know what you're doing?

It's the same
every time that you show up,

this love-bombing,
smothering me with affection.

And then, then
you just disappear

for God knows how long.

My puppy, my Pom Pom,
where is this coming from?

Do you know why
I was always your puppy?

Because I thought
it was my fault,

every time that you left.

And I was terrified

that if I let you out
of my sight for one second,

I might never see you again.

And that...

That hurt.

This is not very nice, Tri-Tri.

You don't know what it is
to be hurt,

because my mother
was very unfair.

She did not love me.

Do you see what you're doing?

I'm trying to tell you
how I feel,

and you're making it
about yourself.

I have real issues, and--
and they screw me up.

It's like I crave affection.

And you,
you got me addicted to it.

You cannot say
this stuff to me.

God, and I crave it
specifically

from women who don't want me.

Why do you think that is?
- Stop.

I can't. I cannot hear this.

Don't you understand?

I am your mother,
and you are my baby.

If I hurt you,
then it hurts me even more.

Oh, my heart.

Where are you going?

I-I-I can't-- I-I need air.

Okay. Right on time.

You can go.
I'm very used to it by now.

Mom?

Mother?

Follow my finger,
just with your eyes.

Pom Pom,
call Don and Dr. Tabanyi.

They'll know what to do.

I'm telling you, she's fine.
She's just doing this

because I finally
called her out on her crap.

She has to deflect.
It's one of her tricks.

Maybe. But I am worried
about those jerking motions,

the chorea-like symptoms
in her head and hands.

She's on metoclopramide
for nausea after the surgery.

Isn't that one
of the side effects?

It is. But I'd still like
to order an MRI,

and we should get
her medical records.

I'll just call up Don

and her doctor,
whoever that is.

She writes everything down.

She's got the memory
of a goldfish.

Hang on, hang on.

Look at that.

It's different handwriting.

Yeah, she's losing
fine motor control.

What did you say
about your mom's memory?

We need to order a gene test.

What does the HTT
gene expansion thing mean?

It's only found in--

in patients with
Huntington's disease.

Oh.

My grandpa Jimmy,
your great grandfather,

died of Huntington's.

I-I was only 10,
but I'll never forget.

It was horrible.

And there's still no cure?

But, you know, medicine
has come a long way since then.

How much time do I have left?
The truth.

With treatment?

You could maybe have
another 10 good years,

maybe more.

Max and I will conference with
your doctor and back in Monaco.

You know, the three of us
together will--

will come up with
the next steps, you know,

medicines, new advances and--

Okay.

Thank you.

Is that all?

Yeah.

I promised you Seabobs,

and I'm not abandoning that.

Our appointment's
in half an hour.

Mom, this is, uh--

This is a big thing to process.

- I know. I know.
- So you can just take some time.

I know. It's a lot to process,

and I'm sure eventually
it will hit me,

and I'll go through
all the appropriate emotions.

But right now, all I know is...

You were right.

I have been absent.

I have made mistakes.

And if I only have
10 years left,

I'm gonna spend as much
of that time as possible

making up for them.

Now get your wetsuit.

Okay.

Oh.

How you holding up?

Well, in the last week,
I have lost a patient

and diagnosed another
with a terminal illness.

So I'm a little depressed
at the moment.

There are things in this world
that you can't prevent.

I could have done more.

We always could've done more.

Have you never lost
a patient before?

Plenty.

I've been around death a lot.

Just not since I--
- Not since you were the patient.

He was there with me,
you know, Ken, in the hospital.

When I first got put
into isolation,

everybody was bringing me
books and movies.

you know, like great literature,
great movies.

But as I found myself staring
into the abyss of death,

I think I had all the profundity
that I needed.

What I really wanted was trash.

Simple, easy,
mindless reality television.

Ken's show was
on these midday marathons.

So it was Ken
and his friends and me.

It was him,
a woman who played Barbie,

a Skipper, and a Malibu Ken.

And, I mean, in the beginning,
I thought it was just trash.

But as I kept on watching,

I just thought it was
really human,

you know, this guy who was on
a journey to discover himself.

And as I was laying there,

literally not knowing if I was
going to wake up the next day,

I found that the questions
at the heart of the show

really spoke to me.

You know, who am I?

What do I want?

How would I like
to be remembered?

Assistance, please!

Guys, I have
an unresponsive patient!

What's going on?

I don't know.

I found her seizing. No trauma.

Okay, we got to move her.

Let's check her incision sites.

Move her on 3. 1, 2, 3.

Doesn't look like she's been
taking those antibiotics.

Damn it!
- Necrotizing fasciitis.

Okay, we got to move fast.

Let's get her on
a normal saline bolus.

Antibiotics.
I need Vancomycin, loading dose,

Clindamycin
600 every eight hours,

and I need a tissue culture.

- What the hell is going on?
- Out. You cannot be in here.

It's a sterilization issue.
Wait in my office, please.

I'll be with you
in five minutes. Thank you.

Avery, let's get that line in.

- Okay.
- You have to understand,

Vanna is not just a patient.

She is my personal shopper,

which to me is a relationship
that is closer than family.

So I would like to know
exactly what is going on.

The tissue around the implant
has become infected.

We have to remove that
infection, or it could spread.

So this-- this tissue
removing business,

it's not going to affect
her implants.

Right now, our primary concern
is her safety and survival.

I understand. I'm not
the Wicked Witch of the West,

you know.
It's just, her aesthetic

is an integral part
to who she is.

There are many different ways
we could attack this--

debridement,
Vacuum Assisted Closure.

But I got to be honest with you,

any one of them
could affect the implant.

So we don't use
any one of them.

We use all of them.

Precision debridement,
one layer of skin at a time.

Vacuum Assisted Closure to
remove anything that's missed.

What about
post-operative spread?

Targeted cryotherapy.
We have the machines.

If there's any bacteria
that's missed,

it'll ensure it doesn't spread.

It also stimulates
collagen growth,

which can keep the scarring
to a minimum,

help the skin look better, healthier.

The tissue removal would
have to be incredibly precise.

I can do it. I can.

I'll go with
the second opinion.

You're gonna pop it.

Next step,
vacuum assisted closure.

I'm so excited to go to port
and do a little shopping.

You? Never.

You maybe want to come
to the beach before lunch?

I'm gonna be surfing,
but there's a bar and stuff.

Oh, I want to, Pom Pom, I do,

but I also want seagrass rugs
for every room in the villa.

My new besties know a place here

where they are
cheap, cheap, cheap.

Text me the location, hmm?

- Uh--
- Drop me a pin. Mwah.

Okay.

I'll see you soon!

Okay.

Hi. Uh, table for two.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm-- I'm sorry.
She's-- She's coming in--

It's just that
I have this couple that's--

You're welcome
to wait at the bar.

- Uh, yeah. No, I'm sorry--
- This seat taken?

Is this who you were
waiting for?

He'll do.

- Of course. Enjoy.
- Thank you.

Okay.

Let me have it.

You know what really sucks?

Learning a lesson.

And you can't ever go back.

You can never un-see the thing
you've suddenly seen.

No more excuses.
- What have you suddenly seen?

I don't know.
Maybe that it was never real.

I was never in love with Avery
to begin with.

I was infatuated.

It's all just part
of this stupid pattern,

over and over with women
in positions of authority.

She always gets me.

Yeah, she comes back, right,

she promises
that she'll never leave,

and I know better
than to believe her.

I do, but...

I thought it'd be different

this time.

You know, in my experience,

people do change. They can.

But it's rarely when you
expect it or when you want it

or when you need it.

I'm really sorry, Tristan.
That sucks.

Yeah.

Okay, so while we're being
grown up

and since I think
I just heard you give me

your inherent blessing,

yes? What do you think?
Is it a bad idea?

Sleeping with a subordinate?
Of course it's wrong.

It's 2024. Have you been
in one of those cryo pods

for the last five years?

But also, you know, everything
isn't black and white.

Life is-- It's weird.

People meet at work.

I-I guess if you guys
think it's real and--

I mean,
how serious can it really be?

This time next year,
she'll either be fired

or studying to be a doctor.
And once she's done with that--

Oh, God, you'll be in
like your mid to late 60s.

Oh, dude.

You just started a battle
you cannot win.

I went to boarding school.
Don't you know that?

Fa-pow!

Let's get some beers.

Miss? Uh, Miss,
you forgot your--

God, my nose!
You're a lifesaver.

Don't think
they ship these international.

Thank you so much.

- Hey. Any sign of--
- Mommy Dearest?

Nope. Word is
she left from Mazatlan.

Caught a flight.
Didn't even say goodbye.

You okay?

No.

But I will be.

How about you, man?

Uh, Avery told me about
your connection with Ken, and...

I'm sorry I made fun of it.

Yeah, it's all very abrupt.

I don't know
where to put it yet.

Well, we're three cruises in.

We got a few days off.

What do you say we, uh,
we go to the hotel,

order some room service,
binge some "Archer"?

And listen,
I know it's not closure.

But it's as good a place
as any to start.

Thank you.

So, I hear you're applying
for our in-house scholarship.

I heard I was headed for
the unemployment office.

Oh, stop.

You're not fired. Please.
That's just one of those things.

People say you're fired
to be catty or--

Listen, dear,
the only reason I am sparing you

is what you did for my Vanna.

She is the only person on earth

who can eyeball my sizes
at Chanel at 100 paces.

So, thank you.

You're so welcome.

Oh, and as far as the, uh,
scholarship is concerned,

you got my recommendation,

which is worth something.

When I was in the hospital,
there were weeks

and weeks and weeks

where the only human contact
that I had

was through
this little window, waving.

So...

watching Ken on TV,
watching the whole gang on TV,

you were the closest thing
that I had to friends.

I used to talk to you guys,
you know,

like we were all in the room
hanging out together.

I know that sounds
a little crazy, but--

Not at all.
It's what a doll is for,

to be a friend
when there's no one else.

Ken was living proof.
Nobody's born a hero.

We make ourselves
into the hero that we need.

I hate to ask this, but
could you show us where he is?

In his will, we were listed
as his next of kin,

so we need to receive the body
and start funeral arrangements.

I'm really sorry
I couldn't do more.

A lot of doctors
won't even see patients like us.

You saw him. That's enough.