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♫ Treat me kind

♫ In the morning

♫ Treat me kind

♫ In the evening ♫

- Good morning, sweetheart.

- Getting better every minute.

♫ Round the bones of my fingers

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love

♫ Hey you

♫ Yeah you know you

♫ You wore a white dove

♫ I wore a boxing glove

♫ Brown hair, fair skin

♫ So beautiful

♫ And keeping it all in

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love

♫ Tough love ♫

- [Jess] What is it?

- Nothing.

I'm fine.

(groans)

- What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Logan, Logan!

Logan!

Logan, can you hear me?

Logan?

Logan!

Logan!

♫ I've got my eye on you

♫ I've got my eye on you

♫ And a multitude

♫ You're fooling around, it's getting better

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ But what do I do

♫ So don't look around, I've got nothing to do ♫

(gun firing)

- Everyone wants to believe

that they are going to live forever.

That that tremor in their heart,

the few extra pounds added over the holidays,

and the labored breathing after a morning run

are all perfectly normal.

But what happens when you find out they're not?

What happens when you realize the life

that you've been leading has an expiration date?

What would you do to change that?

Would you make the same choice Logan Cale's about to make?

And at what price?

- Logan, sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm afraid we have the blood work we've been waiting on.

- The suspense is killing me, Doc.

- You have an acute case of porphyria.

It's an inherited disorder.

The body overproduces porphyrin,

which explains the pain and then the seizures.

- So what's the treatment?

- You don't understand, Logan.

If only we had discovered it earlier.

- He said three months.

- We don't know that for sure.

- Doc said it's probably hereditary.

- [Jess] Well there's no way we could've known.

- What we could've done is hired that detective.

- So you're blaming me now,

because you didn't find your birth parents?

- No, not you.

I just wish I would've done something when I had the chance.

Maybe I could have prevented this if I'd known.

- Baby, what's done is done.

It's the now we gotta deal with.

- Not for long.

- Hey, baby.

What about that clinic in Mexico the doctor told us about?

He said there might be a cure, a new treatment?

- It's not even legal.

I don't wanna spend my last few months

chasing some miracle cure.

I want to spend them with you.

- I want that too, but what if there's a chance?

- There is no chance!

There is no cure!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

(groans)

- Logan, what is it?

Logan, Logan!

Logan, can you hear me?

Logan!

(monitor beeping)

- Where am I?

I feel so weak.

- You had a seizure.

It's really serious.

I called the paramedics.

- Where am I, Jess?

- You're in the clinic, Mr. Cale.

- Mexico?

Jess, I told you.

- Your girlfriend did the right thing.

I've seen several cases like yours,

and I've cured them all.

- Then why aren't you practicing in the States?

- I did.

But it takes the FDA years

to approve the experimental drugs that we use here.

You're of course welcome to leave at any time,

but I encourage you to stay.

It's entirely up to you.

Please let me know what you decide.

- I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what to do.

I don't want to lose you.

- Okay, I'll stay for now.

- Good.

I gotta go.

- What, where are you going?

- Normally they don't allow visitors.

I'll be back.

- Yo, new guy!

I'm Doug.

- Logan.

- You'll feel better soon.

- I can't feel worse, that's for sure.

- We got a sympathy case.

Code four.

- What do you prescribe, Dr. Doug?

- [Doug] The grand tour.

- The grand tour.

Sounds serious.

- Trust me.

I'm a doctor.

- Actually, he just watches House.

- I don't need the chair.

- Oh, we got a bravery case, code three.

Wow, you look like shit!

- Thank you.

- The grand tour is beautiful.

Yeah, everywhere.

So keep your hands out of your pants.

- Almost everywhere.

- They try to keep us amused.

- Since we can't go anywhere.

- A clinic with armed guards?

- It's Mexico, what do you expect?

- Of course, sometimes, Xbox and ping fucking pong

don't cut it.

So we create our own entertainment.

- Doug, Jake will kick your ass again.

- Shh, we're giving the grand tour here.

- This is an unofficial tour.

- Remember how I said there were cameras everywhere?

Not quite true.

Go Grace and Jake!

- Fuck you!

- Good manners cost nothing, you know!

- Just like my mom used to say.

- Wise lady, I'd like to meet her one day.

- She's not my birth mother,

but she is the one who raised me.

- You were adopted?

- So what if I was adopted?

- You and everybody else, pal.

Pretty much everyone in here, you get 'em talking,

they were adopted.

- It's weird, right?

(buzzing)

- What's that, some kind of alarm?

- It's fresh meat.

For the special ward.

- Come on.

- Or not so fresh meat, ugh.

Guy looks like crap.

- He's sick like us, they better help him.

- And there's my future baby mama.

Howdy, Nurse Connor!

She's a sweetheart.

- Mr. Cale.

It's time for your treatment.

- What's the treatment?

- You'll be sedated for the procedure.

- The treatment isn't dangerous, is it Doc?

- Less than the alternative, no treatment.

When you wake up, you'll feel better than you do now.

And when you walk out of here, you'll be completely cured.

Trust me.

- Whoa, what are you?

Ow.

How long have I been out?

- Five hours.

How do you feel?

Whatever they're doing, it works.

- Where's that chow?

- At least wait until I'm dead.

- You didn't bring any food with you.

I've gotta keep my strength up.

- For what?

Pretend sex with Nurse Connor?

- The ice queen, really?

- Hey, opposites attract, right?

- So how long has this fantasy sex been going on for?

- Oh, a couple weeks.

I was stir-crazy, feeling better.

Thought I might high-tail it out of here to Guadelajara.

But then, I couldn't sleep.

I heard whispering from the corridor.

Arguing.

And then, she came in.

She didn't say anything.

Every night around midnight.

I swear, she is insatiable.

She can't get enough, which is fine by me

because I can't get enough either.

She is like a goddess of carnal desire

and I just worship at her altar.

(festive guitar music)

(moaning)

If you'll excuse me,

a nurse is calling 9-1-Stud.

- He's gotta be delusional, right?

- Don't know.

I'll believe anything around here.

It gets pretty boring.

Probably for the staff too.

- She must be really fucking bored.

(laughing)

- You got a girlfriend, right?

Just checking.

I should probably go.

The guards actually check on us around here.

- Is this a clinic or a prison?

Dear Jessica, week six and I'm feeling much better.

Whatever this cure is, they should make it legal like now.

There's some cool people here.

I've made friends, but I miss you, Jess.

I'm feeling so much better that I've decided

that it's time for me to come home.

It's time for us to be together again.

It's been too long.

Love, Logan.

(sighs) Six weeks and Jessica hasn't written me back.

Not once.

- Probably just, writing you a long letter.

- Better be War & Peace.

I gotta get out of here for a couple days.

See her.

- She's a lucky girl.

Hope she knows that.

- It's just for a couple days.

- You know Logan, you're at a very critical point

in your treatment.

- Sure, I just need to see her, know she's okay.

Now I'm getting better, I want her to know

I'm gonna be around for the long haul.

- Sweet, but I'm afraid I can't allow you to leave right now

at such a crucial juncture in your treatment.

(sighs)

But what if she came here?

- I thought you didn't allow visitors.

- Rules are made to be broken.

- Logan, guess what?

You've got a visitor.

I'd love to meet her.

I'd love to size up the competish.

- Uh, maybe later.

Can you sub in for me?

Jess.

- Hi.

- So good to see you.

- You too, Logan.

You look better.

- I gotta get out of here.

- Hey Linds.

Have you seen Grace?

- No.

Check the supply closet.

- No, I'm serious.

Her room is empty, all her stuff's gone.

Everything.

- Maybe she was discharged?

- She would have told us if she were leaving.

- You're getting the treatment you need.

- What treatment?

We don't even know what it is.

Get me out of here, today, now.

I just need a break, that's all.

- I came to tell you something.

Something you're not gonna like.

(speaking in Spanish)

- How'd your reunion go?

- She dumped me, for another guy.

- I'm sorry, really.

- I'm going to sleep, Linds.

- Don't be lame.

Come on, let's go spy on Doug.

See if he's really doing the mattress mambo

with Nurse Nasty.

- Trust me, he isn't.

- I'm gonna check on him.

If I find him jerking off, I'm gonna kill him.

- I was about to give up on you.

- Hey Doctor, where's Doug?

- Home.

I discharged him last night.

- We were assured she would not have to see him.

She cannot be further distressed in her condition.

- We'll have them both prepped for surgery, Dr. Chandler.

- No cameras, we can talk.

- All of Doug's stuff is gone, like he was never here.

- Yeah.

Grace, now Doug.

And that's only the first to go missing.

Two new patients arrived today,

and old man and an old lady.

Every time a patient arrives, one of us goes home.

I'm afraid.

What if it's us this time?

- I think you're being paranoid, Linds.

- Doug and I, we went and snuck a peek at our charts.

Back when we were first curious what the treatment was.

- What was in them?

- Nothing.

It was all about my lungs.

And Doug, his was about his kidneys.

We're supposed to have porphyria.

So why was there nothing about neuropathy?

Hemoglobin counts.

We have to get out of this clinic.

- What about the treatments?

- I'm willing to take my chances.

You should too.

Please.

Please come with me.

I wanted to ask you the first day you came here.

Sorry.

This is crazy.

Promise me.

Promise me that we're gonna get out of here together.

(moaning)

Yeah, yeah.

- Schedule Lindsey Brigman and Logan Cale

for extra treatment today.

Is something wrong, Lindsey?

- I'm just looking forward to going home

and being cured, like Doug.

- Soon.

Very soon.

Get her to the OR and prep her for surgery, stat.

(monitor beeping)

(speaking in Spanish)

(yelling)

- Logan!

(struggling)

(yelling)

- What the hell is this place?

This isn't a clinic!

- In there!

No!

They were gonna kill me.

- I'm glad we don't need your brain.

- Dr. Chandler, what are you doing here?

- They're killing us.

For spare parts.

- Bravo, my dear.

Finally.

- I was never sick, was I?

- Just a little arsenic poisoning,

to induce the pathology.

- Why are you doing this?

- What do you think?

- Money.

From who?

- Your mother, Logan.

- [Logan] My mother's dead.

- No old boy, your real mother.

- We're getting out of here, Linds.

- No.

- Your mother is a very sick woman.

- Back off, I'll blow his head off!

- She gave you life, Logan.

Now she needs it back.

- Fuck you, all of you!

- We're not going to let you walk out of here

with the merchandise.

And you can't walk without it.

- Logan, please help me, please help me!

They're gonna kill me.

- Jessica.

- Don't, Logan.

Let's just go.

- Please, Logan, please.

They forced me to, Logan.

I love you.

- I'm sorry Linds, I can't.

Don't hurt her.

Let her go.

- Aw, Logan.

Haven't you guessed who was poisoning you?

(monitors beeping)

- I thought you loved me.

- No, never.

But I will say this for you.

You have a very good heart.

- [Voiceover] They say home is where the heart is,

and unfortunately for Logan Cale,

this was all too true,

proving that you can buy anything for the right price.

And if there's a moral to tonight's story,

and you find yourself sick and bedridden

and might need to resort to desperate measures for a cure,

I make this very humble suggestion:

get a second opinion.

♫ So much to do, so little time

♫ I give up and inch to grab a mile

♫ Follow along to the other way

♫ Don't listen to nothing, got something to say

♫ Rain

♫ She falls, like rain

♫ Like rain ♫

- [Voiceover] Kill, Ubu, kill!

Good fish.