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A hospital in New Haven

reporting Connecticut's
first ever case
of the novel coronavirus.

So, against all odds, I lived.
And because I lived,

I decided that I was gonna
pursue joy. At all costs.

- Guys, I have
an unresponsive patient!
- What's going on?

Bad call, man.
You're her superior.

You understand?
That's like a fireable offense.

If you wanted talk
about what happened...

I don't have to talk about what
happened. Do you wanna talk--

Oh. No, no, no.
If you're good, I'm good.

- We're great.
- Okay. We're good.

- Yeah, it's good.
- Yeah, good.

♪ Going to the chapel ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Gee, I really love you ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Going to the chapel of love ♪

♪ Spring is here ♪

♪ The sky is blue ♪

♪ Birds all sing
as if they knew ♪

♪ Today's the day
we'll say "I do"♪

♪ And we'll never
be lonely anymore ♪

♪ Because we're
going to the chapel ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Going to the chapel ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Going to the chapel of love ♪

As I made crystal
clear in my email, Corey,

I wanted fresh peonies placed
in every room two hours
before arrival.

And seeing as this boat
is a buyout for my wedding,

I was shocked when we arrived
and I saw windows open.

Tell me, Corey, tell me,
Corey, how is the smell
of fresh peonies

supposed to suffuse the air
if the windows are open?

I'm so sorry. Our guests
usually like the fresh air.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

Hello.

Oh, wow. Come lay out
with your mama. Take a load off.

- Baby oil?
- Uh-huh.

What, so I can look like
an old leather tanning boot
before I'm 30?

Pass.

You really should try
a self-tanner,
I've been telling you.

I don't spray, I lay.

Thirty years of cruising,
Mama knows how to get a tan.

I'm getting married!

All right. Give it up
for the best man. Bennet.

Hey, everyone.
So, this dude, Eric,

has been my best friend
since seventh grade.

And he is very nervous
that I'm gonna say
something embarrassing,

like how many girls
he slept with at Sig Alph

but I'm not gonna do that,

'cause it was
way too many to count.

- Way too many.
But, seriously...
- Make him shut up.

- He's just messing around.
- Eric, it's embarrassing.

It's not true. Come on.

- It's not funny either.
- Hey. Come on. It's fine.

Where's Mom?

This is the welcome dinner.
She's just missing it?

And he bought me a house.

I don't have
great credit...
...in case anyone wonders...

- Are you crying, Cap?
- No.

Maybe.

So what if I am?

I'm a sucker for love.

These antiquated mating rituals
are not about love anymore.

They're about money,
Instagram likes, and making
your single friends jealous.

Look at them all,
they're miserable.
Especially the bride and groom.

I don't know. I always
thought my wedding day...

Well, never mind.

- Say it.
- No. You made yourself
abundantly clear.

You're just
gonna make fun of me.

Fine. I always thought
my wedding day would be
the proudest day of my life.

Didn't the president give you
an award for saving infants
with club feet?

- Cleft palates.
- Oh.

And it was
the UN Secretary-General.

I'd like to get married
one day. Have a big family.

Six little Tristans running
around. Oh. Can you picture it?

- That's an admirable goal.
- Huh.

The world needs more love.
Lots of love.
All different kinds of love.

I'm for it.

What's so wrong
about celebrating it?

I love you, Eric.

I really do.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Cheers, everyone. Yeah. Cheers!

Where is Mom?

This is insane.

I don't know. Just try
to enjoy yourself, all right?

It's an extreme sunburn.
Second-degree burns,

blistering on both of her limbs.

Sleepy Sun Syndrome.
We've seen it a thousand times.

But never like this.

- Sweet mother of--
- The bride.

Mother of the bride!

The ceremony is in-in
three days. You have to help me.

Deep breaths, Ellen.

Let's give her four of morphine,
tetanus shot, and hang
lactated Ringer's.

It just doesn't
make sense. I never burn.

I live in South Florida.
I know how to lay out.

Are you on any new
medications? Or maybe
a new skin care routine?

I-I-I don't know.
I started some antibiotic crap
a couple weeks ago.

- Doxycycline?
- Doxy... What?

I'm not a scientist.

It's for my rosacea.
I didn't want to look red in
the pictures. Well...

Tetracycline antibiotics can
cause severe photosensitivity.

It's like developing
an allergy to the sun.

Jesus wept. Just
stick me with an EpiPen,

I have to look good
for this wedding.

We're gonna give you something
for the pain, something
to reduce inflammation.

- And these blisters...
- Watch it!

...are going to rupture
and peel.

- This is gonna ruin everything.
- Mrs. Parsons,
I don't want you to worry.

We here at The Odyssey
are experts in sunburn care.

And I'd bet that somewhere
under that redness

there is a beautiful, golden,
Riviera tan just waiting
to be set free.

Oh, Lord, I hope so.

'Cause that girl's gonna
cook my goose if I show up
looking like this.

Please don't come in.
- Don't listen to her.

- Just come in. Thank you.
Come on in.
- Hi.

- Oh, my God. Please don't look.
- You're okay. Talk to me.
What's going on?

- His thing is stuck
and won't come out.
- She won't let me out.

- It closed like a bear trap.
- It's like... in it.

- It's been like this
for a while.
- Deep breaths, both of you.

What you're experiencing is a
condition called Penis Captivus.

- What? Penis what?
- Captivus.

It's a stress response.

The vaginal muscle
spasms and firmly closes.

If the penis remains engorged,
it can exacerbate the situation.

Just give us one sec.
So...

We need to get her to relax,
but the more she tries,
the worse this is gonna get.

We gotta get her
to focus on something else.

Having an audience
isn't helping. I have an idea.

There should be an endoscopic
balloon dilator
in the triage bag.

- That's a great idea.
- Manual separation, very good.

Maybe you can cue up
one of those famous,
long-winded Max Bankman stories

just for good measure.

- Deyja?
- Yes.

This device is
called a balloon catheter.

I want you to gently insert this
end as best as you can, okay?

Oh, my God.

And I am going to
slowly inflate the balloon

and try to coax
the vaginal walls to open.

Oh, my God.
This is so embarrassing.

Probably the stupidest thing
you've seen in your whole life.

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

Let me tell you about
something embarrassing.

So, when I was a kid
I loved to play ding-dong ditch.

You know that game? Where you
press the doorbell and run away.

- Yeah, sure.
- Uh-huh.

This one time, I'm nine
years old. Pushed the doorbell,
I'm running away.

Just about to turn the corner
and I see these two cops.

Their shadows
there on the pavement.

Big dudes, flat tops. The whole
nine yards. And I'm terrified.

My heart is in my throat.

And I just know, "Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

My life is over. These
guys are gonna bust me."

I'm looking around, "Where am I
gonna go?" And I see the alley.

And I think, "This is it.
This is my chance to escape."

So I screw up all of my courage,
I take one step and boom!

All the lights come on.

Klieg lights everywhere.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.

And I turn around
knowing I'm busted and...

- What?
- What happened?

No cops.

Just two brooms
laying up against the fence.

- Two brooms?
- There was nobody
even in the house.

There wasn't anybody home.

- Oh, my God.
- Hey.

- It's out.
- There it is.

Oh, my Gosh. Thank you.

Oh. Hey, but... Can I get, like,
your Instagram handle just
so we can...

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Oh. Thanks, Doc.

Hey, Bennet, uh, can
I see you down in the infirmary?

- Just for a quick follow-up.
- Yeah. Sure, man.

Thanks.

Okay, what is going on?

You look properly bugged out.
And that looks like
garden-variety eczema.

It's not.

Bennet, are you familiar with
Trichophyton mentagrophytes
type seven?

- No.
- More commonly known
as ringworm.

It's usually a garden-variety
fungal infection,
nothing to be worried about,

but there is a rare strain,
spread through
skin-to-skin contact

that I saw
while I was in Africa.

Left untreated, it can have some
pretty serious symptoms,
including blindness.

The good news is,
because we caught it early,

cultured it to be
exactly sure, yours will
not be left untreated.

- There is a drug.
- Bad news is,
we don't have it on hand.

But we can get it
at the next port.

In the meantime I'm gonna
give you clotrimazole cream

that will bring down
the itchiness and redness.

- Okay.
- And, mate,
no more pulling tail.

That's what weddings are for.
Thank you.

No. No. No. This strain
is highly, highly contagious.

Anyone you've had sexual
contact with is gonna need
to be alerted,

including Deyja.

We can do it on
your behalf, if you prefer.

I'm fine. I, uh,
I'm not a complete jackass.

I'll handle it. Thank you.

Look at all these
happy wedding guests.

Marriage causes nothing
but agony. I stand by it.

Come on, you have
never wanted to fall in love?

I thought about it once.

And? What changed your mind?

I went through with it.

You... Wait, hold on. You?

- You were married?
- Yes. Yes.

For the briefest of moments.
This does not leave this circle.

Of course.
Your secret's safe with me.

So long as you tell me
all the scintillating details.

Scintillating, it was not. It
was a depressingly short story.

Even better. I'm a very
busy doctor, as you can see.

I had known Kevin
since kindergarten.

And he was funny and charming,

easy.

And after graduation,
we fell into a routine,

hanging with
the same crew from high school,

weekends drinking beers
in Tessa Matsumoto's garage.

And I thought, "Okay, we'll just
keep doing this forever. Cool.

Get married? Why the heck not?"

But?

But on our honeymoon
his phone kept blowing up.

He was in the shower.
And with one little peek,

everything I thought I knew
about this person went up
in smoke.

No...

- Wait. Not--
- Tessa Matsumoto. Yeah.

- The one and only.
- Oh, man, that sucks.

- I'm so sorry.
- Don't be.

I'm very over it.

It led me to reevaluate my life.

And it inspired me
to make a bucket list.

And the first thing on it
was to see the world.
That's why I took this job.

What else is on
that bucket list?

- I'll never tell.
- Oh, come on.

Well, I for one,
am glad you're here.

And to hell with
Kevin and Tessa Matsumoto.

- They just had triplets.
- Oof!

Karma is the best.

Does it ever abate,
even for a second?

Nope. Let's go.

Get out. You're not
supposed to see me like this!

- Relax, all right?
- Get out.

Just promise you'll
take care of her, yeah?

Oh, good, you're here.

She's-- She's having some
kind of episode. Jitters, maybe.

- This is to monitor your vitals.
- It's not jitters, Mama.

Oh, come on, baby girl,
get it all out.

- All right. Let me take a look.
- Oh.

Fever.

Diaphoretic.

Jaundice of the eyes.

You mind leaning back for me?

Oh.

Looks like pancreatitis.

Are you on any medications?

Oh, dear God.

Uh. You don't understand,
my dress, it's, um...

It's a vintage Vera Wang,
it's a size two.

She's been taking that Oz-lympic
or whatever it's called.

You know,
the-the skinny girl drug.

I told her, back in my day
the way we fit into our dresses

was the old-fashioned way:
laxatives, prunes and prayers.

This dress, it's just,
um... it's a one of a kind
and it can't be altered.

And it still won't zip.

So last week I doubled the dose,

- just to get
the last few pounds--
- Doubled?

I need you to come with me
right now. Are you okay to walk

- or would you prefer
a wheelchair?
- Where are you taking her?

You daughter needs IV fluids,
antibiotics and possibly
a CT scan.

Whoa. Fluids? Yeah. No, no.
I'll bloat. I can't do that.

Oh. But the rehearsal
is tomorrow morning.

Ma'am, your daughter is at
serious risk of liver failure.

Unless you want this
wedding to turn into a funeral,

I need to admit her until
I see a marked improvement
in her health.

How tall are you?

You ready?

- Cue music!
- Sorry.

Okay. And we're moving.
We're moving. Come on.

And we're walking.
Let's go. Let's go.

Okay. Good. Good. Good.

Oh. You two look great. Okay. Do
you know what to do over here?

Where's my chair?

- Housekeeping.
- Sorry, Mrs. Parsons.

- So if you go there. Excuse me.
- Thanks.

Keep space between you.
Now, keep going. This is it.

Fantastic, guys.
That's the way I want it.

Wow. She makes such a beautiful
bride. Don't you think?

- Oh, my God.
That's not the bride!
- Sorry.

- Your daughter
is more beautiful.
- This is a rehearsal.

The bride and groom
need to know their marks.

Because she's recuperating
and I couldn't...

I couldn't let the groom walk
down here with some stranger,
'cause it's bad luck.

We will play the video back,
so they'll see where they're
supposed to go.

- Honey.
- Hi.

Okay. Vows. Yada yada yada.

Uh. As long as you
both shall live... Uh.
In sickness and in health--

Oh, absolutely not.
One sniffle and I'm
running away with Felipe.

The pool boy?
How dare you?

And by the powers
vested in me by Poseidon
and Davy Jones,

you may kiss the bride.

I object!

Oh, please.

Sorry, I've always wanted
to do that, for the drama.

♪ Let's celebrate ♪

Hey. Come on.

♪ Let's celebrate ♪

Yeah, well, this is--
this is over for the rehearsal.

The wedding hasn't even started.

Don't you know
this is just a fake wedding?

You people are so stupid.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, Doc. Um.

You think, uh...

Care to have a word?

Of course.

It started
to show up a few days ago.

You seen it before, Doc?

Yeah. Actually,
I have seen that before.

Oh, God.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do, man.

Lisa hasn't wanted to mess
around because of the, you know,

all the wedding stuff.

But with the honeymoon coming
up... Man, she's gonna find out
everything.

- Hey. Hey.
- I just don't know what to do.

Slow down. What's everything?

Um. Let me get to
know you a little bit, okay?

You said on your intake form
that you've had one partner in
the last 30 days.

- You've been tested for STI's.
- No, stop. Stop.

I come in here and you-you ask
me to fill out a chart on
your iPad,

how many drinks I have, and-and
how many sexual partners,

and you think that you would
know me from that.

I mean...
...it's all a lie, man.

All of this is a lie.

My whole life is a lie.

Eric, I got into this line
of work so I could help people
with problems,

not to judge them for it.

But I can only help you
if you'll tell me the truth.

I'm not a good person.

I'm really not.

How many partners have
you had in the last 30 days?

A lot.

There's something
inside me, man.

This-this-this darkness.

- Eric--
- Eric? I mean, Eric.

He's just...

He's gone, man.
He's totally gone.

Eric.

What you're describing
is addiction.

- No.
- Sex addiction.

- Which is a disease.
And it's very real.
- No. No, man. No.

And the good news is, because
it's a disease, it's treatable.

There are solutions.
And what you're doing right--

What you're doing right now,
talking about it,

is by far the hardest part.

I saw you guys out there.
You and her.

I mean,
what you guys have is real.

Anybody can see that.

But me and Lisa,
it's just all a-a-a facade, man.

It's all a game.
Just this whole thing,
everything is not real.

It's all a-a game.
It's all fake. I... I gotta go.

- No. Come here.
- Doc, please.
I gotta go. I feel trapped.

You're having a panic attack.

I'd like to give
you something for the anxiety.

- I don't wanna die here, man.
- You're not gonna die.

I wanna give you something
for the anxiety,
but I need your consent.

Is that okay with you?

Yes? Okay.

I'd like to give you some
lorazepam. Just take a seat.

First thing I want you to do
is just breathe. Just see
if you can breathe.

Come right here.
Just listen to my voice.

- Try to breathe. Try to breathe.
- Okay.

- Now, lean back.
- Okay.

- Eric.
- Yeah?

I have seen bad things.
Real bad things.

And this is not one of them.

Okay.

Nobody bleeds, nobody dies.

You're gonna be okay.

- Okay.
- Nobody dies.
It's all good.

Nobody dies. Nobody dies.

Nobody dies.
Nobody dies. Nobody dies.

Let's start with what we know.

First, the best man presents
with symptoms of ringworm.

Which is spread by close,
sustained skin-to-skin contact.

Which he probably gave to every
bridesmaid and sexual partner

he's had in
the past two to three weeks.

Then the groom
presents with the same symptoms.

Sleeping with his best man.

Or with someone
who slept with the best man.

Or they both independently
contracted the same very rare
strain of ringworm.

Right. In this case, if it walks
like a duck and talks like
a duck it's probably--

A duck having a gay affair
with his best man.

We need to disclose
to the bride, immediately.

We can't do that. HIPAA
protects his right to privacy.

We have to give him
the option to disclose.

He's not in any condition to.

Not tonight, but he will be.

So for now, we say nothing.

We don't tell anything
to anyone.

Tomorrow morning I'll have
a talk with him and remind him
of his responsibilities.

If he refuses?

- Then I'll tell him myself.
- Tristan.

Before the wedding.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Okay. That's fair.
That's responsible.

It appears that fate has made
this particular decision for us.

I can't
believe this is happening.

The wedding is in 18 hours
and this thing just appeared.

We think it's probably
just stress, you know,
nerves and things, right?

- It's not that bad, right?
- I think that might be
a fungal rash.

- No! Mom!
- Hush.

I need to do more investigation.
In the meantime we can
put a cream on

- to bring down the inflammation.
- Yes. Good. Yeah. No,
that's good.

Slather it on me.
I need this thing gone. Gone.

I also have it on my back
and my inner thigh.

Good Lord.

Thank you.

Okay.

You know...

...if you're having
reservations, it's not too late.

What are you talking about?
- Well, reactions this intense

the night before a wedding,

it might be a sign that perhaps
this isn't what you want.

I was married once,
and walking down the aisle,

I had this gut feeling,
and I ignored it.

And it turns out that my body
knew something that
my mind didn't,

- and I wish that I had listened.
- Hmm.

It hurts, doesn't it?

The lotion? Yeah,
it can sting a little.

No. No, I mean
it must really hurt

watching another woman
succeed where you failed.

Anyway, um, I can handle
this. I got this from here.

I know you guys have a lot going
on, and I don't wanna keep you,

so have a good night.

You know what? You're right.

You and Eric
are a perfect match.

Good luck tomorrow.

Aw.
That is so sweet, Lisa.

Thank y'all for taking
such good care of my baby girl.

Oh. And look...

My Riviera tan, Doc.

♪ I did my best to notice ♪

♪ When the call
came down the line ♪

♪ Up to the platform
of surrender ♪

♪ I was brought,
but I was kind ♪

♪ And sometimes I get nervous ♪

♪ When I see an open door ♪

♪ Close your eyes,
clear your heart ♪

♪ Cut the cord ♪

♪ Are we human ♪

♪ Or are we dancer? ♪

♪ My sign is vital ♪

♪ My hands are cold ♪

♪ And I'm on my knees ♪

♪ Looking for the answer ♪

♪ Are we human ♪

♪ Or are we dancer? ♪

♪ Pay my respects
to grace and virtue ♪

♪ Send my condolences to good ♪

♪ Give my regards
to soul and romance ♪

♪ They always did
the best they could ♪

♪ And so long to devotion ♪

♪ You taught me
everything I know ♪

♪ Wave goodbye, wish me well ♪

♪ You've gotta let me go ♪

♪ Are we human ♪

♪ Or are we dancer? ♪

♪ My sign is vital ♪

♪ My hands are cold ♪

♪ And I'm on my knees ♪

♪ Looking for the answer ♪

♪ Are we human ♪

♪ Or are we dancer? ♪

Code Alpha. Code Alpha.

All crews to alpha stations.

Guests, please
return to your cabins.

Code Alpha. Code Alpha.

All crews to alpha stations.

Guests, please
return to your cabins.

He left this, sir.

All right, can somebody tell me

how a $150,000
man-overboard detection system

does not detect
a man going overboard?

Unfortunately, sir,
it's not a foolproof system.

It relies on camera feed
to detect motion.

Our working theory is
that his black tuxedo at night

didn't register as movement.

Well, that's a damn
failed system, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

- How long ago did he jump?
- Eight hours, 26 minutes, sir.

Rosie.

At full throttle, how quickly
can you get us back in
that vicinity?

I can shave off a few hours,
but, sir, we were cruising
at 24 knots last night.

He jumped from
a height of 97 feet.

At that velocity, the water
might as well be concrete.

It is our policy on
The Odyssey to give our
guests the absolute best.

And in difficult situations,

the best I can offer you
is honesty.

Last night,
Eric Colby went overboard

- from the upper leisure deck.
- What?

We were unaware of this
incident until this morning.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Uh. So, you...

Send someone out
there, man. You go...
go get him. Right?

Do you have someone out there
going to look for him or--

We've dispatched
several rescue boats,

and we've sent a distress
signal to every floating vessel

for a thousand nautical miles.

Everything that can be done
is being done. I assure you.

Okay, but he can swim,
so he's alive.

So he's... he's down there--

He's alive, right?

Oh, God, no.

We are always
prepared for any eventualities.

Now, at the request of
Eric's family and loved ones,

we are returning
to our home port...

while we allow those
vehicles that are best equipped

to continue the search
and recovery of Eric Colby.

Now, I know we're...

we're all far from our home
cities and civilizations.

But here on The Odyssey,

you are never alone.

We are one ship.

The medical team is standing by
to offer you counseling.

I encourage you, lean on them.

Lean on me.

Lean on each other.

I think I was,
like, eight or nine,

and it was
the night before Easter.

I snuck down to my
playroom because I heard voices.

I thought
it was the Easter bunny.

It wasn't.

It was Dad

and...

his publicist.

On the daybed.

Naked.

The next morning,
Mama was hosting this big thing

with everyone from church
and the club.

And she had these
white calla lilies everywhere

and it was perfect.

I told her what I saw, and...

her smile did not
falter for a second.

She knew.

She just said, "Baby girl,

sometimes you gotta make things
better to make things better."

So you were aware
that Eric was being unfaithful?

Mm-hmm.

I just didn't know
how to fix my relationship.

But I thought that if
I could make things perfect,

for a day, just a day...

then maybe things
would just fall into place.

Maybe it would...
maybe it would be perfect.

And Bennet?

You know about that?

He and Eric were...

intimate?

- Eric was bi?
- What?

No.

No.

Eric wasn't
sleeping with Bennet.

I was.

We all went to
Duke together, and...

I-I liked Bennet.

He was... He was funny.

Charming.

But Eric...

Eric was...

Eric was marriage material.

But I knew, you know?
I knew that he...

He really struggled.

He really suffered
with mental health.

But I just pushed
right on through because...

...because
I wanted to get married.

I wanted the dream.

- This is all my fault, isn't it?
- No.

We all go through relationship
troubles, one way or the other.

But in the case of suicide,
there are just so many
other variables.

Preexisting emotional trauma.

- There are genetic factors
at play.
- No. Genetic?

That's the answer? Genetic? No.

No. I don't understand.

I need to understand.

Hi, Mom.

Baby girl.

I've been in the bridge
all morning, waiting for news.

Call came in from
the Mexican coast guard.

Body washed up
somewhere south of Acapulco.

- No.
- They think it's him.

I want you to go up to my
room and get under the covers.

Okay.

I just have two quick
words for these doctors.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I know I've been an evil sea
witch all week, and...

y'all didn't deserve that.

I just love that girl so much.

He was a troubled boy.
I knew that. I...

I was concerned about that,

but Lisa wanted this
wedding here on this ship,

so I... I just
pretended my fears away.

That was wrong.

I should've done something.

I should've-- I should've
stepped in and said,
"Something is wrong here,

and we need to
discuss it, deal with it."

We needed to help this boy!

But I didn't, and...

and now it's too late
and I'll never forgive myself.

Oh.

Thank you.

- Good evening.
- It's 1:30 in the morning.

- What do you want?
- I can't sleep.

Fancy a little kitchen raid?

- Don't mind if I do.
- Oh.

Hmm.

Oh!

- Really?
- What?

- Ugh.
- She said she was
gonna throw it out.

- I heard her. I'm sorry.
- Really disrespectful.

- Tristan!
- It's really good.

What if this was your wedding?

- Well, that would be awful.
- Uh-huh.

I mean, even worse
if they were to do this...

What is going on here?

She started it.

The only excuse
for conduct this unprofessional

would be if you paired it with
a nice bottle of champagne.

Oh.

I'm glad I found you both here
'cause you're actually not off
the clock yet.

I have one more
piece of business.

If there is any silver lining
to be found from this week's
tragedies

it's that it gives
us a chance to take stock

of life and
what's important to us.

So, inspired by
our very own Avery Morgan...

- Hmm?
- ...I have an assignment:
bucket lists.

I want each of you to
give me five life goals,

and then I wanna make a pact

right here, tonight,
that we're all gonna help
each other achieve them.

Mmm.

- I'm game.
- Okay, me too.

Excellent.

Ah, ah, ah. Wait, Dr. Odyssey.

I have the perfect
place for this. Come.

Okay,
bucket item list number one...

Bucket list item number one.

I'm drunk. Wow.

Learn how to kitesurf.

Number two:
Break a world record.

- For kitesurfing?
- No, for anything.

You could do "most
spoons hung on your face."

- What?
- That's a real one.

I want a dog.

You know, and a house on
the beach with enough room
for him to run in

and where I can surf every day.

Four...

I wanna fall in love.

- You know?
- Hmm.

Like, a forever in love.

Yeah. Get married.

- With six little
Tristans running around?
- Ah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Exactly.

Well, five.

Okay, before the dog, before
the marriage, before the kids...

- ...have a three-way.
- Hmm.

You've never had a three-way?
You literally have a girl
at every port.

What... [stammers] They're
really difficult to organize.

People... people get drunk.
They pass out. They get cold
feet. I don't know.

- Tristan.
- Hmm?

- Thank you.
That was very well-shared.
- Thanks, Doc.

- Miss Morgan.
- Hmm?

Your turn.

Okay. But I'm cold. Can we walk?

Yes, of course.

- Snacks.
- Snacks.

Well, you already know
my first one.

To see the world. Which I have.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Second...
...I wanna be a doctor.

Well, you're already
on your way to that one.

Thank you, both.

Seriously.

- Snacks.
- And third:

Pfft.

I want...

- to know myself.
- To know yourself?

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm. All right,
I'll accept that.

- Next...
- Uh-huh.

And... Okay.

No making fun of me.

I want to perform.

- Perform?
- Yeah.

I used to go to theater camp as
a kid and do plays and musicals,

and it was freeing and fun.

And then one day,
around puberty,

it was suddenly terrifying
and not so fun, so I stopped.

But I don't know. I think...

I think underneath the fear,

there's joy.

And I wanna try it again.

Be bold.

At least once.

I like that one.
Okay, what's the last one?

Was that not five?

- No. No, it was not.
- Oh. Um...

I guess I'll steal Tristan's.

Threesome, baby!

- Threesome.
- Let's go.

I am almost out.

Me too.
To the Pelican Deck!

Oh! [chuckles] What?

This is your room?

They gave you a suite?
Come on!

Is this a sofa?
I mean, do you even use this?

Of course I do. It's where
I sit down to put on my socks.

A sofa to put socks on.
That is going on my bucket list.

Kitesurfing can do one.

Oh. Dr. Odyssey,
I believe it is your turn. Go.

Right. Yes.

Bucket item number one...

...I wanted to see the world,
or at least a new side of it.

And here I am. Voilà.

And...

- Thank you.
- Item number two...
Most welcome.

Hmm. I would like to
fall in love and have kids.

Teach them to be self-reliant.

We're so dependent upon
technology and convenience
these days.

I want to teach them
to rely on themselves.

Oh.

Don't mind if I do.

That's a good one.

All right, two more.

I would like for my life
to have meaning.

It's so quick, you know?
It's just like a little pebble
dropped into a pond

and then...
...gone forever.

But just like a pebble, there
are ripples, and I want my
ripples to mean something.

God, you guys
are both so boring...
Sorry, grown-up.

All right, it's fair.

But last one. Please,
come up with something fun.

I can't think of anything.

- Yes, you can! Come on.
You've got one.
- Okay. Hold on, hold on.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry!

- I'll get back.
Let me think about it.
- Oh. You're stalling!

- I'm sorry. No, no.
- This is a safe place.

Dr. Odyssey, you-you can
tell us if it's a threesome.

Actually, that particular
box has been checked.

- Oh. What?
- Oh.

Out with it,
every detail.

I'm a little insulted
that you're both so surprised.

- I was kind of
a hot ticket in college.
- Yeah, good one.

I mean, I wasn't enough of
a hot ticket 'cause ultimately,

they were way more interested in
each other than they were in me.

I was more of an audience
member than I was a participant.

Oh. Two girls?

A girl and a guy?

Sadly, the rest of the details
will have to remain a mystery.

I made a pact.
I am sworn to secrecy.

And I am very good friends
with both of them to this day.

Yeah, that tracks.

So the final...
the final bucket list item:

Have a good threesome.

Okay, fine.

I'll give up learning French
for that. Have a good threesome.

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I mean, I'm game.

Yeah. Right, Avery.

What?

It's on all our...

lists.

♪ I forced the stars to align ♪

♪ To settle ♪

♪ And all I got ♪

♪ Was trouble ♪

♪ Trouble ♪

♪ I forced the stars to align ♪

♪ To settle ♪

♪ And all I got ♪

♪ Was trouble ♪

♪ Trouble ♪

♪ And all I got ♪

♪ Was trouble ♪

♪ Trouble ♪