Can I have another Cosmo, please?
And one for my friend.
Right away, madam.
Help! Somebody get Lowell!
He's still in the car!
Help!
Lowell!
Lowell! Lowell?!
Somebody! Call an ambulance!
Somebody help!
Is he okay?!
- Is he breathing?! - No.
Why isn't he breathing?!
Breathe! Come on!
Baby, come on!
Lowell?! Lowell, baby!
Whoa, guess how old this guy is.
42.
No, he's 41.
He's 56.
- Wow. - I know, can you believe that?
And it's weird 'cause he had a history
of alcohol abuse and he smoked.
I knew it was time to start drinking.
Explains why he drove himself into the pool.
Oh, wait.
No, his tox report said he was clean.
Really?
Then what made him plow into the country club?
Hates rich people?
No, he is rich people.
You know who Lowell Parks is, don't you?
Lowell Parks?
- As in Parks Airways? - Oh.
What the hell?!
Get the medical director,
the chief administrator,
and the health department on the phone.
They're going to want to see this.
Those X-rays were taken
of Mr. Parks about eight months ago.
As you can see, no sign of deformity
but he did have congestive heart disease.
Well, he's got more than that now, doesn't he?
Unbelievable.
Tell me about it.
It's not even bifurcated.
It's two separate organs.
There's no doubt about it.
This man has two hearts.
Is that even possible?
Surgeon General was hoping you might be able to tell us that.
Well, we better, uh...
excise the heart and, uh, parts.
Keep them on ice.
We need to keep the cells alive
for testing.
Did it kill him?
Good bet. Two extra heart valves
would have over oxygenated the blood
and eventually would have slowed down
and then stopped the impulse to breathe.
In other words, he suffocated.
Yeah.
So, I guess two hearts aren't always better than one.
Any natural causes for something like this?
Only man's natural desire... to meddle where he shouldn't.
Not the kind of memorial
you'd expect a grieving widow to arrange.
This is exactly the kind of memorial
Lowell would have wanted.
He loved parties.
He told me he wanted his funeral to be the biggest and best ever.
Well, he certainly seems to have
lived life to the fullest.
Spent every day as if it were his last.
But then, he knew it very well could have been.
You're referring
- to his heart condition? - Of course.
He started complaining that he was tired about a year ago.
Trust me,
Lowell was never tired.
Ten years older than me
and it still took everything I had just to keep up with him.
Anyway, he had problems
breathing and sleeping.
So, I finally forced him to go to the doctor.
That's when we found out it was congestive heart disease.
Is there anything else
wrong with him that you knew of?
Not until he died.
That's obviously
why you're here, right?
I mean, the FBI doesn't show up just for heart attacks.
Not usually, no.
But when they found out Lowell
had a second heart,
well, I guess that demands
some extra attention, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
Was this something that
you were aware of before he died?
Well, Lowell always had a lot of heart.
But, no, I had no idea.
All right.
Was he on any medication?
Just beta blockers to relieve the stress on his heart.
That's really it.
The doctor also told him
to stop drinking and smoking if he wanted to live longer.
He thought that was pretty funny; he'd say,
"What's the point of a longer life if I can't enjoy it?"
He was obviously very active,
but was there anywhere
in particular he liked to spend his time?
I'm Isabelle Van Dyke. I'm the manager here.
Mr. Parks' accident at the pool was, well,
upsetting, to say the least.
I certainly hope you find what
- you're looking for. - Thanks. So do we.
Let me know if there's anything else we can do.
Will do. Thank you.
Hood, check this out.
It's got a doctor's label
but not one I recognize from his medical records.
Name of the medication isn't listed.
What do you think it is?
I don't know.
Let's call the doctor and find out.
Small world.
Looks like Dr. Templeton's a member of the club, too.
Dr. Bruce Templeton?
Yes?
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?
About this, uh, mystery substance?
And its connection to Lowell Parks?
Uh, this is no mystery.
This is HGH.
You mean human growth hormone?
Yeah, I was giving it to Lowell ever since
he was diagnosed with congestive heart disease.
But you weren't his cardiologist.
No, but I was a friend
of some 20 years who also happened to be a doctor.
Podiatrist.
Not a heart doctor.
I prescribed some HGH.
It was somewhat unorthodox, yes,
but it was helpful.
And it could be malpractice.
Look, Lowell was terminal.
His only hope was for a transplant,
but he wasn't eligible for one.
He drank too much.
Hell, he did everything too much:
smoking,
recreational drug use.
Let's just say he liked to have fun,
and I gave him the HGH
so that he could have as much fun as possible before he died.
Very thoughtful of you.
And I assume
his actual cardiologist was aware of this.
Yes, he was.
And there was no risk of contraindication.
Look, I gave him
the HGH to improve the quality of his life,
and it did.
I mean, he seemed to be younger
every time I ran into him.
I mean, hell, you should have seen the guy.
- Like a damn 20-year-old. - Dr. Templeton,
I don't think it was the HGH that gave him the extra energy.
He developed a second heart.
Excuse me?
Oh my God.
That's incredible.
I've never seen anything like that.
How long had you been giving him this?
Eight months, but it wouldn't cause anything like that.
You sure this is HGH?
Yes, uh, test it if you want to.
Oh, we want to.
Thank you again, sir,
for your understanding.
Really, I promise,
it won't happen again.
I hope not.
Let's go.
Look, Gracie, I'm sorry.
Don't talk to me, Brian.
Well? Aren't you going to say anything?
You told me not to talk to you.
I hope you realize,
I just used our last sympathy card in there.
You get into one more fight, you're expelled.
Expelled?
Come on, Grace. That's ridiculous.
No, I'll tell you what's ridiculous.
You getting into a fight with half your junior class.
Come on. What was it about this time?
Look, all I did...
No! You know what? I don't even wanna hear it.
Would you make up your mind!
You know, is this the person
you think Mom would have wanted you to become?
Is it?!
Bri...
Bri, wait, come on. Stop it.
I'm sorry.
Okay, that wasn't cool. I just...
I am so mad at you right now
and I just, I don't have the energy to keep
getting your stupid butt out of trouble.
Not right now, okay?
I know.
Okay. Let's go home.
Grace?
Grace?!
Grace? Grace?!
Grace! Grace!
Hey, help! Somebody help!
Grace!
Was that really HGH in that vial?
Yep.
And could that have made the body grow heart No.2?
Nope.
Whoa.
Are you trying to gross me out, Hood?
I thought maybe if he'd injected directly into the heart,
there might be some kind of
tissue mutation, but the HGH
is having absolutely no effect on heart cells whatsoever.
It's definitely not our culprit.
What is this thing?
It's a device for keeping,
um, heart transplants viable
by flushing blood through the chambers.
I'm using it to keep
the cells alive so I can test them.
It's amazing, isn't it?
Amazingly creepy.
Oh, my...
What?
This is the first DNA result for the double heart.
The two hearts have different DNAs.
So maybe it was
some kind of transplant?
No, I'm not saying the hearts have two different DNAs.
The second heart has DNA from 15 different people.
It is still counting.
What happened to keeping it alive?
The final DNA count on the, uh, second heart,
is 19.
I needed to open it up
and check your, uh, scar tissue theory.
And?
And nothing. But...
ruling out surgery
got me to thinking about another theory.
Which is?
There's only one way to get
19 different DNAs in one organ.
And that's stem cells.
I mean, it's a radically new technique,
but it's possible that they injected stem cells directly
into his heart as a way of repairing
damaged cardiac tissue.
So instead of fixing his first heart, he created a second one?
That's my guess.
Say this is a, a damaged heart,
if you can, and this water
is the stem cells.
You put stem cells into your bloodstream,
and they naturally
seek out the damaged tissue.
They repair
and they replace the sick cells
until the organ is all
fat and happy.
Is that why he looks so great despite his insane lifestyle?
Yeah.
'Cause the blood travels through the whole body.
I mean, uh, the stem cells would fix
the joints, the muscles,
the skin... the whole deal.
So looking younger could be a side effect.
Pretty sweet side effect.
Yeah. Well, that was the good part.
The bad side effect was heart Num.2.
I mean, theoretically,
if you take a hypodermic syringe,
filled with 19 different stem cells,
you inject it directly into an organ,
there's a chance it can overload.
The stem cells could, uh,
replicate too quickly.
I think
he force-fed the stem cells to the extent
that it generated a whole, new heart.
Okay. So now we know what caused the second heart,
but what about who?
Templeton gave him the HGH.
- Maybe he gave him the stem cells as well? - Yeah, but you don't just
walk into Wal-Mart and order yourself a batch of stem cells,
even if you're a doctor.
Then where did Lowell get them from?
I don't know... a hospital,
a research center, a cord blood bank...
but the fact is
you can't get stem cells in these places
unless your umbilical cord blood was banked
when you were born or your children's.
And that doesn't explain having 19 different
stem cells in one organ.
Yeah, but people with money have a far reach.
What if we track down
the people the stem cells came from?
ID the multiple DNAs.
Put them through the criminal database?
Not just criminal,
military, medical...
It's worth a shot.
Don't think that being nice to me now
is going to make me forget about how pissed I am at you.
As soon as I get out of here,
I'm not going to finish kicking your ass.
Oh, really?
"Kick the ass" of the guy
who took on half the junior class?
I don't think so.
I said that, didn't I?
Don't worry about it.
I took it as a compliment.
You know, I was once just as sick as you are.
Look at me now.
I'm going to be fine, you know.
Your stem cells saved you.
Mine are going to save me.
- It's practically a done deal. - Yeah.
You're going to be okay.
18 of the 19 DNAs came up dead ends.
And the 19th?
Belongs to a 16-year-old boy
named Brian Dahl.
Registered with the Leukaemia and Lymphoma Society.
Diagnosed with a rare form of ALL
when he was ten,
went through extensive genetic testing
and, lucky for us,
his DNA ended up on file.
Not lucky for him.
No, but it says he had a full recovery.
What is it?
His sister didn't.
She was diagnosed three months ago.
- Same leukaemia as him? - Yeah.
She's in the hospital right now.
What, what do you mean "no stem cells"?
How, how is that possible?
- I thought you said she had a large sample? - Of the cord blood.
But that doesn't guarantee
there'd be a large amount of stem cells in it.
Okay, well, somebody must've just screwed up then.
- Brian... - No, no, no.
That doesn't make any sense to me.
Stem cells don't just evaporate.
Okay?
Could someone
please explain this to me?
Sorry to interrupt,
but I may be able to help you with that.
- Who are you? - My name's
Dr. Jacob Hood. I'm a scientist.
We're with the FBI.
We're investigating a case involving stem cells.
We're in the process
of tracking the origin of some stem cells
that we believe were stolen.
I'm afraid yours were among them, Brian.
I don't understand?
How is that even possible?
Well, we don't know that yet,
but we do know we found your stem cells
and they were in somebody else.
And what about Grace's?
Well, her cord blood arrived here safely
from where it was stored, but we were unable
to find any stem cells in it when we spun it down.
Both of your stem cells were stored
at the same place, correct?
Then it's very possible
that Grace's were stolen as well.
Why?
For what? I mean, who would do something like that?
Well, I'd say
someone who was very sick
who obviously doesn't care about you.
"Someone sick."
Well, so is my sister.
They said the chemo
did so much damage to her immune system
that without a transfer...
... she isn't going to make it.
Well, that's why we're here.
We're going to find whoever it was
stole your stem cells and get them back.
Welcome.
All right, everyone.
She's here.
Hello. Excuse me. Hi.
I want a complete tour of the facility, please.
Are you the police?
We're with the FBI.
Do you know where Dr., um...
Davison is, please?
I need to speak to him as soon as possible.
We need an address and a phone number.
Um, well, he's at a fund-raiser tonight.
Where?
At the Monticello Hills Country Club.
Country Club... that's a coincidence.
No such thing.
I'm Dr. Davison. What's this about?
If you don't mind speaking with the doctor outside,
that would be fabulous.
You're touching me now? Really?
Oh, it's just that, uh... there is a dress code.
Oh, I'm sorry.
My gun doesn't fit under my gown.
Dr. Davison, we believe that stem cells
from your facility were used to treat the wrong person.
I don't understand.
Treat who?
Did you give stem cells to Lowell Parks
To help him with his heart condition?
What? God, no
I would never do that
Even for a friend?
He was a member of your club here
La Jolla's a small world
This club has almost a thousand members
That doesn't mean they're all my friends
And I certainly wouldn't compromise
- my life's work for any of them - Well, the fact is
We have DNA proof that stem cells
from your facility ended up
in Lowell Parks
and they grew him an extra heart
A second heart?
My God...
Look, all our inventory is accounted for
Are you sure?
'Cause I know a 22-year-old girl
Who's in the hospital right now with leukaemia
She stored her stem cells at your place
And you know what?
They're not there anymore
Well, I sincerely hope you're wrong about this
People are already wary of stem cells
something like this could give
The entire industry a bad name
Wary because they confuse cord blood stem cells
With embryonic stem cells?
Yeah, that's one reason
Of course, they're not the same
These don't require the sacrifice of any life
As a matter of fact, you only get cord blood stem cells
- If the baby actually lives - Exactly
So why don't more people do it?
Reason NO.2 money
People don't want to spend the cash on something
they're not sure they're ever going to need
Personally, I think it's the cheapest form
of life insurance you'll ever find
Stem cells are miraculous
They're like little chameleons
morphing into whatever they're surrounded by
turning sick cells into healthy ones
Exactly
There are over 70
Different diseases you can treat with them now
And we have a sister company in Brazil
Who's working on a treatment
For brain and spinal cord injuries
You know, these things
Could cure paralysis
And they're absolutely non-invasive
You just take something that was going to be thrown away
And freeze it
No pain, no donors
Well, so far so good
Looks like they're all here
Well, be that as it may
We should start testing these samples
Which ones?
All of them
This isn't cord blood, Rachel
It's not even human
Then what is it?
- Pig's blood. - What?
Whoever stole the cord blood
Replaced it with pig's blood
It's actually quite
A smart move, 'cause chemically
Pig's blood's very similar
To human blood; that way the theft
Would go undetected for as long as possible
But I've been all over this place
It's state-of-the-art
Alarms
Even bullet proof glass
There was no sign
Of a break-in and none reported either
Well, they got in somehow
How much is missing?
About a third of the inventory
And if that much was stolen...
It wasn't just for one man's bad heart
You're telling me that... our cord blood was ripped off
And replaced with pig's blood?
Um, I took a look at your family history
I see that your mom passed away.
What about your dad?
Where is he?
No idea.
And we really don't want to know.
Really?
You mind me asking why?
When
mom died, Dad fell apart.
Finally dropped us off
at Grandma's and disappeared.
We were just kids.
We haven't seen or heard from him since...
He abandoned us.
Screw him.
Not to defend him, but
some people just don't seem to be equipped
to handle grief the way they should.
I mean, I...
lost someone very close to me a couple years ago,
and...
I didn't... couldn't
speak to anyone for three months.
That's not the same as skipping out on your kids.
No, you're absolutely right.
I'm just saying that
sometimes when people are, um,
suffering a lot of pain, they make bad choices.
However you feel about your dad,
I just feel I have to tell you that
he could be a very good bone marrow match for you, Grace.
Even if we did know where he was,
it'd be a waste of time.
Trust me, he couldn't
even handle my mom's death;
he's not going to be able to handle this.
Hmm.
What about my bone marrow?
Sorry, Brian,
but because you've already been sick,
I'm afraid you wouldn't be viable.
Well, then...
I guess that's that.
Grace...
it's not.
You still think
that you're going to find my stem cells?
Look, I appreciate you trying, but...
What if you can't?
Well, I'll put it this way.
I'm not going to give up,
and I don't want you to either.
Okay?
I ran background checks on the staff
- no red flags. - Forget the staff.
We need ask our little porcine friends.
Excuse me?
People lie. You said it yourself.
Pigs don't.
Rachel. Rachel.
Oh, my God.
How long was I out?
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I'm on day two without sleep. I can't say I blame you.
Was I snoring?
No.
Drooling a little.
Great.
It's okay. It's kind of cute.
Found our pig.
Seems like pig breeds
are pretty easy to identify; this one has
a low concentration of lipids
in its blood.
"The Mangalitsa pig.
Originating from Hungary, they are often
called 'four-footed olive trees'
because they are fed a strict diet of mostly acorns."
Yeah, but the pig's genetics
actually make Mangalitsa fat
more unsaturated than normal pig fat.
Yeah, says the meat is marbled.
it's like the Kobe beef of pork.
It's all very fascinating, but more importantly,
it's very expensive and labor-intensive.
Which limits the number of places
- you can get them. - Exactly.
I need to track down where these guys are
sold in the US.
If we find out who bought the pig's blood,
we can find out
who our stem cell thieves are.
San Diego PD.
Agent Young.
What's up?
Okay, we'll be right there.
The pigs are
going to have to wait.
They found another body.
Any ideas
on exact cause of death?
She suffocated.
Just like her husband.
Look at this.
Her neck's swollen, too.
Yeah, at first
we were thinking an allergic reaction,
until
we found this.
Rachel, these are stem cells.
Must have
shot them directly into her face.
In her face...
like botox?
Yeah.
To regenerate the collagen, the elastic fibre,
essentially, to...
give her baby skin.
Is that even possible?
Oh, yeah, if you kept it
subcutaneous, but she
went too deep.
The cells proliferated
in the fatty tissue instead of the skin.
It created tumours.
See, on the face, it's not a pretty sight.
- But on the neck? It's deadly - Yup. The tumours
got so large they obstructed her air passage,
suffocated her.
Rachel.
I'm finding it hard to escape the conclusion
that Lowell Parks didn't really care about fixing his heart.
I think he cared about fixing his face.
This whole thing was about vanity.
Well, I'm not saying
it didn't start out as a way of fixing his heart,
but by the end, it was definitely more
about the cosmetic effect it was having.
And then his wife wanted in on it.
And who knows who else.
God, what people will do to be beautiful.
Put staples in their faces,
inject themselves with Botulism.
Yeah, well, what's funny is I think there's a tendency
for people to think that we're getting worse as a species...
but the fact is we've always been this way.
Victorian women would literally
tear hair from their heads to give them higher foreheads.
There's tribes in Africa
that would elongate their necks using rings.
I mean,
it's human nature to try to perfect ourselves.
It's never going to change.
Okay, we need to get this to the hospital
- so they can test what's left - Will do.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
It'll turn out to be Grace Dahl's.
Angie Parks...
she must've suspected her husband died of this stuff,
and she used it anyway?
People know smoking gives them lung cancer
and they still do it.
I'm more concerned
about the people on the other side of this.
They take the time,
they spend the money, get their stem cells stored...
and then when they need them to save their life, they're gone.
I mean, that's murder,
isn't it?
Negligent homicide, maybe.
No, Rachel.
Grace Dahl is dying because these people... these
selfish fools,
they think they found the fountain of youth.
It's murder.
Okay. I'm going to get this to the hospital,
and then we need to find out
where Mangalitsa pigs are slaughtered
on the West Coast.
Okay, I'll catch up with you later.
Where are you going?
I'm going to try and fix this mess.
And you guys are the only ones
on the West Coast who slaughter Mangalitsas?
That's right.
Most people find the subject
of animal slaughter to be unpleasant
but I got news for 'em
no such thing as a steak tree.
Uh, we can go in the office, if you want.
It can get pretty gruesome out here.
Trust me, I've seen worse.
So who's buying the Mangalitsa pork?
Well, I know
eight places buy the meat.
Actually, I'm more concerned with the blood.
Okay. Blood.
Um, most of it ends up
with the mechanically recovered meat.
Which is? Cat food, primarily.
But there are a couple places
that buy the blood straight.
Some people consider it a delicacy.
Let's see...
a Tapas bar in Chula Vista,
a Greek restaurant
over in Spring Valley.
Monticello Hills down in La Jolla.
Wait a minute. The country club?
Mm-hmm.
Mr. Dahl?
Mr. Richard Dahl?
- Yeah. - Hi.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
I'm here on behalf of your daughter, Grace.
She needs your help...
Who are you?
My name's Jacob Hood.
I work for the FBI.
I'm here on my own time today,
but I hope you don't mind.
I had the agency look up your address for me.
I need to talk to you.
Actually, I do mind.
Look, you don't understand the situation.
I'm aware it's a very complicated situation, Mr. Dahl.
But I'm here to tell you
- your kids really need your help. - No.
No. They don't.
Those kids are better off without me.
That much I know.
Grace has leukaemia, Mr. Dahl.
She's dying.
I didn't know.
Sometimes I drive down there.
Sit in the laundromat
across the street from their apartment.
They seemed okay.
I didn't even know Brian had been sick.
Well,
Grace is now.
And you can keep her alive.
Me?
How?
Your bone marrow.
I should never have left.
Once I did, I couldn't go back.
The past is the past.
It's what we do now that matters.
Watch yourselves.
It gets pretty busy in here right before dinner rush.
Well, we'll be quick.
We just need to see where the blood's kept.
Of course. I'm glad I can help.
So pig's blood is on the menu?
No, but Highland blood pudding is.
You say something's foreign
and suddenly it becomes exotic, expensive.
A lot of things around here
seem to be about appearances.
Aren't these the refrigerators?
Yes, but that's not where the Mangalitsa's kept.
We had some trouble with employee theft a while back
so we built another fridge with a key card lock.
The Mangalitsa's to the right, and...
the blood is on the back shelf.
So, who exactly has
access to this place?
Just me.
That did not just happen.
Well, the good news is, we know who the bad guy is.
And the bad news is
she just locked us in the damn fridge.
Well, we're not going to starve.
No cell service? Great.
Should be some kind of emergency release mechanism.
Rachel, you see this?
It's a double thermostat.
It's negative 100 degrees. It's a deep freeze.
Perfect for storing stem cells.
It's empty.
She probably took them with her.
Okay. Yeah, help me pull this out.
Why?
Protection.
Don't tell me
you're going to build some kind of bomb
with champagne and baking soda?
Rachel, I'm a scientist.
I'm not MacGyver.
Shoot the lock.
Out the fridge and into the fire.
Hey, Bozo,
wake up.
Mm. Hey.
So, um, guess what?
Mm.
Uh, Dr. Hood... he thinks he may have found a match.
Who?
Dad?
It's gonna take a few days
while I take the medication to build up
enough bone marrow, but the doctors are hopeful.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go.
I, uh, have to get
started with the doctor.
And, uh,
I didn't want to upset you.
No. I should be upset,
but...
... stay for a minute.
Please?
This is Agent Young. Issue a be-on-the-lookout for Isabelle Van Dyke.
Thanks.
Turns out Isabelle used to work at a cord blood bank in Brazil.
Explains why she's so familiar with stem cells.
Maybe that wasn't the only thing she was familiar with.
What?
You've got that look.
- I like that look. - What?
Well, didn't Dr. Davison say
that he had a sister company...
in Brazil?
That's a coincidence?
There's no such thing.
You didn't know
that Pinot Noir has the highest resveratrol content?
That's the only red wine I drink anymore.
Ow!
Does it have to go there?
Well, it's the best place to hit the neural crest cells.
- Neural what? - Didn't Belle explain it to you in the tutorial?
They're migratory, which means it's the fastest way
to get your entire body back to its 20-year-old shape.
Oh. Well, I get that.
Do me, Doc?
Niles.
Isabelle, good to see you. You can start setting up in the next bedroom.
We've got lots of people waiting.
We have to go. Now.
Dad?
Yeah. Hi.
Um... I need to...
I wanted to tell you myself.
What?
I'm not a match, Grace.
My...
My bone marrow isn't going to work.
Oh.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't want to fail you again.
You didn't fail me.
You're here, Dad.
Will you promise me something, though?
Of course.
Take care of Brian for me.
Isabelle and Dr. Davison are thieves?
But they seem so...
I mean, they look so...
Looks are deceiving.
We got to find them quickly, Rachel.
If those stem cells defrost, they're gonna be useless.
I put an APB out on the car.
Hold on. Rachel.
Since she's not rich,
but if she works in a place like this,
which... let's face it... is all about appearances,
she's gonna need a nice car.
- A company car. - Do your cars have tracking devices?
Yeah. My car has an on wire system, if that's what you mean.
We need an account number
and a password for Isabelle Van Dyke's company car.
- This is crazy. - They know, Niles.
Yeah, about you, not about me.
Yeah, you should leave the country, I should go back,
and when this whole thing is over, we can get it together.
They're FBI, Niles.
It's not gonna take long
for them to connect the dots once they're looking.
We just walked away from another 200 grand.
You know that, right?
A lot of good it'll do us in prison.
She's at Castle Park.
How many miles to the Mexican border?
30. Maybe less.
Call the CHP, tell them to set up
a roadblock on the southbound side of the freeway.
There's cops up ahead.
- Damn it! - You need to calm down, Belle.
There's a roadblock.
All right, stop the car.
There's nowhere to go.
You're right.
Oh...
Belle, What are you doing?
Rachel?
Relax. I've played chicken before.
You need to turn the car, Belle. You're gonna kill us both!
- No. - Oh, God!
Three now! Perfect record!
Out of the car!
Put your hands on your head!
Let's go.
You two, get out now!
On your knees.
Rachel?
Stem cells are here.
Let's hope Grace's are in here, too.
Dr. Hood?
Mr. Dahl.
I want to thank you
for tracking me down.
I... I wish I could have been more help.
Oh, you did plenty.
You helped.
Probably more than you realize.
Uh, is she gonna be okay?
Well, all three vials of her cord blood were recovered,
so she's got more than a good chance.
They're about to take her in for the transplant now, so...
You know, once upon a time,
getting old was a sign of wisdom,
something to be revered.
Now people kill to stay young.
Yeah.
Can't think why.
Being young's a pain in the ass.
Acne. Parents.
The prom.
I didn't go to my prom.
Really?
Find that
hard to believe.
I went to my prom.
My date puked on me.
What color was your tux?
Have to call it a kind of peach.
Well, that explains it, doesn't it?
Yeah. Maybe.
Yeah, I guess people will always try to turn back the clock.
You can't stop that.
I hate to break it to you, but...
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