Femme Fatales 01x02 The Clinic Original Air Date on July 15, 2011
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[female vocalist] ♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hey, you, hey, you ♪
♪ You're in your youth ♪
♪ You were a white dove ♪
♪ I wore a boxing glove ♪
♪ Brown hair, brown hair ♪
♪ And fair skin, fair skin ♪
♪ So beautiful ♪
♪ And keeping it all in ♪
♪ Tough love ♪
What is it? [groans]
Nothing. I'm fine.
Okay. [grunts]
[groans]
What's wrong?
[groans]
What's wrong. What is it?
[groans]
Logan! Logan!
Oh, my God!
Logan! Logan?
Can you hear me?
[echoing] Logan?
Logan!
Logan.
♪ [theme]
♪ I've got my eye on you ♪
♪ And I'm hooked, dear, too ♪
♪ Your fooling around's ♪
♪ Getting blood on my shoes, oh ♪
♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa-oa ♪
♪ I've set my sights on you ♪
♪ I've got an alibi, too ♪
♪ So don't look around ♪
♪ I've got nothing to lose ♪
♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa-oa ♪
♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa-oa ♪
[gunshot]
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.
[chuckles]
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
that 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.
I, uh...
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.
[thunderclap]
He said three months.
Logan, we don't know that for sure.
Doc said it's probably hereditary.
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 we 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've 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 want to spend my last few months chasing some miracle cure.
I wanna spend them with you.
I want that, too, but what if there's a chance?
There is no chance. There is no cure!
[sighs]
[crying]
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it, okay?
[groaning]
[groaning continues]
Logan, what is it? Oh!
Logan, Logan, Logan!
Logan! Logan, can you hear me?
Logan! [echoing]
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 I didn't--
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, 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.
[Woman speaking Spanish on P.A. system]
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. I promise.
[door opens]
[Man] 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 4.
What do you prescribe, Dr. Doug?
The grand tour.
The grand tour?
That sounds serious.
Trust me. I'm a doctor.
Actually, he just watches House.
♪ Ta-da ♪
I don't need the chair.
Oh, we got a bravery case. Code 3.
[grunts] [Woman speaking Spanish on P.A. system]
Wow. You look like shit.
Thank you.
The grand tour is beautiful.
Yeah. They're everywhere.
So keep your hands
out of your pants.
[Woman] Almost everywhere.
[Ping-Pong ball tapping]
[Woman chuckles]
Yeah. They try to keep us amused.
Since we can't go anywhere.
[Man speaking Spanish on radio]
A clinic with armed guards?
It's Mexico.
What do you expect?
Course, sometimes Xbox
and Ping-fucking-Pong don't cut it,
so...
we create our own entertainment.
Doug, Jake'll kick your ass again.
Shh! I'm giving the grand tour here.
This is an unofficial tour.
Remember how I said there were cameras everywhere?
Not quite true.
[moaning] Go Grace and Jake!
Yeah!
[chuckling]
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.
Well, she's not my birth mother,
but she is the one who raised me.
[Woman speaking Spanish over P.A. system]
You were adopted?
[gunfire]
[Man yells]
So what if I was adopted?
Yeah, you and everybody else, pal.
Pretty much everybody in here--
you get them talking--
they were adopted.
It's weird, right?
[alarm blaring]
What's that, some kind of alarm?
[Woman speaking Spanish over P.A. system]
It's fresh meat for the special ward.
Come on.
Or not-so-fresh meat.
Yuck. The guy looks like crap.
If he's sick like us, they better help him fast.
And there's my future baby mama.
Howdy, Nurse Connor.
Ah, 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?
[machine beeping] Less so 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-- Agh!
[whirring]
[monitor beeping]
How long have I been out?
Five hours.
How do you feel?
Whatever they're doing, it works.
[rustling]
Where's the chow?
Shit. At least wait until I'm dead.
You didn't bring any food with you.
I gotta keep my strength up.
For what, pretend sex with Nurse Connor?
The ice queen? Really?
He opposites attract, right?
So how long has this fantasy sex been going on for?
Oh, a couple weeks.
I was, uh, stir-crazy, feeling better.
Thought I'd hightail it outta here
to Guadalajara,
but then...
I couldn't sleep.
[Man, Woman whispering in Spanish] I heard whispering
from the corridor.
Arguing.
And then she came in.
She didn't say anything.
Every night around midnight.
[chuckles] I swear,
she is insatiable.
She can't get enough, which is fine by me,
'cause I can't get enough, either.
She is like the Goddess of Carnal Desire,
and I just worship at her altar.
[chuckles]
Oh, if you'll excuse me.
A nurse is calling 9-1-Stud.
He's gotta be delusional, right? [door closes]
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.
This a clinic or a prison?
[door opens]
[door closes]
Dear Jessica,
week 6, 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.
And I'm feeling so much better
that I've decided it's time for me to come home.
It's time for us to be together again.
It's been too long.
Love, Logan.
[waves crashing on TV]
[sighs]
Six weeks, and Jessica hasn't written me back.
Not once.
Probably just writing you a long letter.
Better be War and Peace.
I gotta get out of here for a couple days, see her.
She is a lucky girl.
I 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.
But 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.
[Ping-Pong ball tapping]
Logan, guess what.
You got a visitor.
I'd love to meet her.
I love to size up the competish.
Uh, maybe later. Can you sub in for me?
[elevator bell dings]
Jess.
Hi.
Oh.
It's so good to see you.
You, too, Logan.
You look...better.
I gotta get outta here. [chuckles]
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've 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 outta here, today.
Now.
I just need a break, that's all.
I came to tell you something--
something you're not gonna like.
[Man speaking Spanish on radio]
How'd the grand 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.
Well, 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.
[rustling]
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.
Mm-hmm. We'll have them both prepped
for surgery, Dr. Chandler.
[beeping]
[rapid beeping]
[door opens]
No cameras. We can talk.
All of Doug's stuff is gone, like he was never even here.
Yeah. Grace and Doug.
And that's not the first to go missing.
Two new patients arrived today--
an old man and an old lady.
Every time a patient arrives, one of us goes home.
And I'm afraid.
What if it's us this time?
I think you're being paranoid, Linds.
Doug and I-- we once snuck a peek at our charts
back when we were first curious what the treatment was.
What was in them?
Mine 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.
And you should, too.
Please...
Please come with me.
I'm...
I wanted to do that since the first day you came here.
Sorry.
[chuckles] This is crazy.
Promise me...
Promise me that we're gonna get out of here together.
[rattling]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! 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.
[Woman speaking Spanish on P.A. system]
Get her to the OR. Prep her for surgery, stat.
[monitor beeping]
[gasps]
[shouting in Spanish]
[both grunt]
[groans]
Logan!
[blow lands]
[grunts]
[yells]
Agh!
[beeping]
[Man speaks Spanish on P.A. system]
What the hell is this place?
This isn't a clinic.
In there!
[panting]
No.
[coughing]
They were gonna kill me.
[Dr. Chandler] 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.
But from who?
Your mother, Logan.
[Logan] My mother's dead.
No, boy.
Your real mother.
We're getting out of here, Linds,
now.
[Female Doctor] 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!
They're not going to let you
walk out of here with the merchandise.
And you can't walk without it.
[Jessica] Logan, please help me.
Please help me. They're gonna kill me.
[crying] 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.
[gun clatters]
Tsk. Aw, Logan.
Haven't you guessed who was poisoning you?
[gun cocks]
[monitor beeping]
I thought you loved me.
No. Never.
But I will say this for you--
you have a very good heart.
[Female Narrator] They say home is where the heart is,
and unfortunately for Logan Cale,
this was all too true,
proving you can truly 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 ♪
♪ You give up an inch to grab a mile ♪
♪ You follow along to lead the way ♪
♪ Don't listen to nothin', got somethin' to say ♪
♪ Rain ♪
♪ She falls like rain ♪
♪ Rain ♪
♪ Like rain ♪
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[electricity arcing]
[Man] Kill, Ubu, kill.
Good fish.