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as a matter of fact.

They're very excited about Bobby

getting home to see them.

Oh, man.

Oh, man, I'm tired.

Hey, Travis?

The doc wants to examine her.

Sh*t, man, I'm just gettin' started.

Goddamn it.

You know, they don't

pay me enough for this sh*t.

Come on, man.

It pays hell of a lot more

than making license plates up in Angola.

Remember that?

You want to do that again?

We got a good deal here.

When do you think we're moving shop?

In a month?

No, it's gonna be sooner.

The doc went all out

on this latest procedure, man.

His wife is actually doing better,

if you can believe that.

Jesus.

Maybe he's not as crazy as he seems.

Yeah, well, let's not go too far, all right?

What are we gonna do

with all these patients when we move?

Let's just leave 'em here.

Where are they gonna go on their own?

None of 'em can even count to 6

or even feed themselves,

or wipe their ass, so f*** 'em.

We could bulldoze a big pit,

shove 'em in,

throw gasoline on 'em,

and then watch 'em burn.

- Or we could...

- I gotta go.

Get her up to the exam room now.

- Okay?

- Well, wait a minute.

If you're so worried about it,

you take her up.

I got fingerprints

that I've gotta get rid of.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you being such a little b*tch?

F*** you.

Okay, look, just get her up

to an exam room

before the doc notices, please?

Yeah. Yeah.

Jude.

Jude.

What did you do? What...

There's something under there

and I just can't find it.

Jude, stop it.

What did they do to you?

What happened?

He gave me a pill and...

Okay, Jude, stop it.

You're hallucinating, okay?

We're going to find everyone else,

and we're going to get out of here, okay?

Do you know where anyone else is?

I saw it.

I saw it.

Whoever said there wasn't life after death?

Jude, take it easy, okay?

Come on.

Come on.

- Is everything in order, Doctor?

- So far.

Good. And I am fine on this end.

Steady heart rate.

Good healthy beat to it.

By the way, Doctor,

I've just checked on the boy.

I don't think he'll last 12 hours.

He has to.

Lisette is doing much better.

The organs haven't been rejected.

Tilt your head back, please.

Reflex hammer. Thank you.

This won't hurt a bit.

This might hurt a little.

Marian.

Yes, Dr. Benway?

I'm right here.

What did Travis do to her?

He got carried away.

I'll deal with him.

Your job is to prevent these situations.

I'm on the ground floor

of a major medical breakthrough.

We've lost our first host.

Now she's useless, too.

- I don't have time for this.

- No, of course not.

It won't happen again.

And we still have the other two.

Do your job, Marian.

Have Travis dispose of her.

Pathetic.

That's what we get for hiring ex-cons.

Dr. Benway?

I have everything under control, sir.

You don't have to worry.

Clare. Clare.

- No. Jesus.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t.

Help me get her up.

Help me...

Clare, baby. No.

I'm done.

I can't take this.

We're getting out of here.

- Not until we find Bobby.

- Hey, don't you get it?

Bobby's dead.

No, he's alive,

and we're going to find him.

Emily, listen to me.

Emily, you don't want to end up like Clare.

Huh?

Your skull cracked open,

split up the middle...

Is that what you want?

I'm gonna find Bobby.

That's what I want, okay?

You've heard them.

He doesn't have much longer.

I'm going to find him.

Then you go find him.

What?

I can't f***ing handle this.

Jude...

What everyone says about me is true.

You're on your own.

Jude.

- 911 emergency.

- I need help. Please.

- Please.

- Hello? Hello?

I can hardly hear you.

Someone is killing my friend.

I need you to send help out right away.

I'm at Mercy Hospital.

Ma'am, Mercy's been closed

for three years.

We'll harvest her nerve tissue first.

Nerve tissue, of course.

- What?

- Marian!

No!

This is the second patient

to escape in two days.

I'm sorry, David.

So sorry.

If she gets out of here, she'll jeopardize

everything I've worked for.

- Do you understand me?

- I do.

- I know.

- Find her.

Yes. You can count on me, David.

You can... You can count on me.

You can count on me, David.

You can... You can count on me.

Hello?

No, it's Travis.

What?

I don't know where the hell he is.

I just found his phone ringing on the floor.

All right.

You can stop panicking.

She's right here.

F***ing c*nt!

Come back!

You listen to me.

Try any bullshit,

I will rip your f***ing head off.

You understand me?

Good evening, Officer.

- Evening.

- How can I help you?

Yeah, I'm following up

on a 911 call we just received.

This facility is listed as closed.

Our funding only came through recently.

We're in the midst of reopening.

What happened to your knee?

Oh, that?

That's not my blood.

That was me.

I'm the one who called.

Stand back, ma'am.

Stand back.

Sarah, that was you?

You called them?

What were you thinking?

You did that?

Sarah's a patient up in Psychiatric.

I'm not a patient.

No, they're murdering people.

My boyfriend, he's missing,

and I don't know where he is.

- Slow down.

- Officer, I am so sorry about this.

- Sarah, sweetie...

- Don't... My name's not Sarah.

I'm Emily.

Let me see some ID.

Okay.

Sh*t.

Hold on.

One second.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

We were... We were in a car accident.

I must have lost it there.

Really, I'm not crazy.

You have to believe me.

I can show you... I can show you

where Clare's body is.

I'm not crazy.

Okay, Sarah.

Let's go, come on.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Let me check out her claim.

It's strictly procedure.

What did you want me to see?

Here, this way.

I can show you where Clare's body is.

Go ahead.

I keep trying to place you.

Have we met before?

I've... I've worked in a lot

of hospitals around here.

No, that's not it.

It's somewhere else.

- Maybe it was when...

- Here we are.

She's here laying on...

They... They moved her.

She was... She was laying right here.

L... I don't know where they put her.

I don't know, but she was laying right here.

Again, Officer, sorry you had to come

all the way out here for nothing.

I apologize.

Listen to me, okay?

I was with her.

She was laying right there.

I swear.

I promise you, okay?

She had no back of her f***ing head.

There was no... nothing there.

I can... I can...

Listen. I can take you to a room

where there's body parts.

I can show you everything.

And we have to find my boyfriend.

I don't know where...

- Ma'am...

- T-55.

Yeah, this is Jacobs.

I'm leaving the hospital now.

You can go ahead and chalk this up

as a prank call.

No, I'm telling the truth.

- No.

- Thank you for your cooperation, sir.

- No problem.

- Wait.

We'll make sure a patient

doesn't call you guys again.

- No, wait...

- I'm sorry for...

You can't go, all right?

They're going to kill me.

- Please.

- It's okay, Sarah.

- No, you have to believe me.

- Let's get you back upstairs.

How have you let things

get this far out of control?

This situation is still manageable.

I'll get the patrol car out of sight,

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