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Three brothers are trespassing in a mine, looking for gold, when the one goes on a nutter (due to gas fumes), and the upshot is that Brenner and Cole get called in for the rescue. Brenner gets two brothers out, but the nutter has gone running deeper into the mine. Cole finds him just as the dude pick-axes into a gas pocket and explodes the mine. It looks for a moment like Cole might lose his eyesight, but really he's only blinded long enough for Zee to realize how deeply she feels for him.
Keeton, when he's not having tense conversations with Mateo, is trying to get Clark to go to New York for a heart transplant. She's finally convinced after she sees Plastics' patient, an ALS sufferer who's come to the jungle in order to let a magazine-ad quack hook a catheter to his thigh on the pretext that it'll cure him of his incurable disease. After much debate, Plastics makes the executive decision that the catheter has to go, though it takes the pleas of his wife and daughter (as well as a fall to the ground) in order to break the guy free of his delusions, just so he can accept his fate. The cherry on top is when the quack shows up to further peddle his snake oil to the guy, only for Plastics to totally punch him in the face.
Minard has pulled OB-GYN duty, which today means standing by while a Kechuan birthing ceremony is performed. Of course, she's Minard, so obviously she butts in, throws her Westerno-normative attitudes about medicine around and -- again, because she's Minard -- ends up totally right and delivers the baby healthy. Of course, she also mistakenly cuts the umbilical cord with the special Godmother Knife, which means she is now the baby's godmother. She tries to weasel out, but Zee puts her foot down: Minard must do this or face the possibility of shaming the Kechuan people (and thus keeping them away from the clinic). The one upside of this is that Minard invites Plastics to be her guest for the party, they both get splendidly drunk, and then they fool around in Zee's garden.
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Want more? The full recap starts right below!Previously: plane crash, heart failure, waterfall sex, all leading up to the moment when Mateo held his arm out and invited Lily Brenner to behold the nocturnal beauty of his family's precious blow emporium.
Currently: we pick up Brenner and Mateo in the middle of a Murphy Brown-style rapid-fire political debate about the ethics of growing coca. Mateo: "It's a leaf! You could make herbal tea from it. Very, very potent herbal tea!" Brenner: "Poppycock and balderdash! You're a drug dealer and so's yer mom!" Mateo says that the police are trying to muscle him and his family off the land, and when Brenner's like "Um, because they should? Because they're the police?" Mateo counters that she thinks "just like an American." It's not like the police will shut the farm down. They'll just appropriate the plants -- and the profits -- for themselves. "I grew up on Nancy Regan," she offers, by way of explanation. Mateo gets that it's probably not going to work between them.
Back at the cantina, it's movie night, and Plastics is somehow less than thrilled with the choice of Splash. Not only because it's a billion years old, but Alma gets so caught up in it that she doesn't have any interest in the macking which Plastics so desperately needs. (Guess that whole celibacy thing was doomed to fail from the start.) When Daryl Hannah has to return to the ocean, leaving Tom Hanks all alone, Plastics tries to comfort a heartbroken Alma. (He could do so my mentioning their career trajectories since then, but he doesn't get that far.) She's too emotional, though, and pushes him away. I'm not sure Alma knows how to do movies.
The morning, a harried Zee blames the rainy season for why she's got five mothers about to give birth today, while Cole smirks and partakes of his sno cone. So their dynamic is back to normal, then. Keeton comes by and hands Cole a case: trespassers got caught in a nearby mine. Zee's like, "Again?" and blames some Incan curse, while Cole takes the more pedestrian explanation that the fools were probably looking for gold. Cole grumbles that Keeton should be the one going, as he's the resident Indiana Jones. Keeton remarks that Cole's the one wearing the stupid hat. Check and mate, sir. Keeton then stares off outside, at Clark horsing around with some child. The concern on his face is obvious, and he tells Cole that she needs a heart transplant. He also looks like he's about half a second from hauling Clark inside, strapping her to a chair, and forcing her not to exert herself anymore, but for now, he's holding steady.
As is generally the case with the Gringo Trio, Brenner is updating Plastics and Minard on the finer points of her insane love life as they walk to work. Plastics then starts complaining about how his relationship isn't going anywhere because he can't understand Alma ... literally. Minard snarks that it's just because he hasn't been able to touch her boobs yet. They're met at the stairs by Keeton and Cole. Cole nabs Brenner for the mine job, while Keeton tells Minard that since she hasn't logged any obstetrics time since she's been down here, she's on Zee's detail in the maternity ward. Minard winces because a) she OBVIOUSLY hates babies, and b) if Shonda Rhimes TV shows have taught me anything, it's that OB-GYN work is for pussy doctors. Uh, figuratively.
Cole and Brenner reach the entrance to the mine, with Cole half-heartedly explaining the legend of the curse, and the Incan god who punishes those who enter with madness. Brenner, ever the teacher's pet, says it's the pockets of gas in the mine that cause the madness, and she dutifully runs down the symptoms that prolonged exposure could lead to. She then introduces herself to the one guy who managed to climb out of the mine. His hands are pretty torn up, as you might imagine, so while she patches them up, he explains how his brothers, Poni and Edgar, fell in when the rope broke, and they need help. He says they were looking for gold, and Cole chides him that all the gold down there was mined clean decades ago. He says he knows that, only he was humoring his brothers anyway. He says he should've known better. Cole harnesses up, tosses Brenner his hat (she couldn't be less adept at catching it), and gets lowered into the mine. Once down, he finds Edgar lying prone with a bone sticking out of his ankle. But Edgar says the rescue worker (who got sent down before Cole and Brenner got there) is in worse shape. And indeed he is; when Cole goes to check on him, he finds a pickaxe sticking out of the man's shoulder. Apparently Poni freaked, swung, and ran. "The curse," Edgar wails. "It's real!" Title Card! After which Edgar explains some more about how Poni went crazy. I do think we get it. Cole radios up to Brenner to tell her about the rescue worker, who's in danger of losing his arm now. Edgar begs Cole not to leave Poni down here.
Back at the clinic, Minard could not look more uncomfortable as she enters the maternity to ward to see, among other things, a peasant woman walking around playing the banjo while a midwife coaches a woman through her contractions while seated on some kind of rope swing. Zee's there, but she's pretty much does watching. Minard, grasping the line of the night and swinging hard, asks "What's up with Birth du Soleil?" Zee explains that these are all Quechua people -- the native Andean culture (ahh, so Probably South America is being narrowed down to Most Likely Chile or Peru). These people would normally be giving birth in their huts, Zee says, but the clinic allows them to follow their own customs while still being at a proper medical facility in case anything goes wrong. That's what Minard is here for -- in case anything goes wrong. Minard, logic-bot that she is, appreciates that this is a "public health initiative" rather than just Peasant Culture Theater. She's not entirely psyched about spending the afternoon as a babysitter, though. Not that Zee's giving her a choice. She points Minard to some powders she might consider using, and to them the "Godmother knife," which juuuust might come into play considering the camera is all but doing zoom-in-zoom-out close-ups of it. It's for cutting the umbilical cord -- the midwife is also the patient's sister and the baby's godmother, so she'll pretty much be doing all the work. Minard grumbles but takes a seat.
Plastics is seeing a patient -- one Mr. Cooper, played by Dean Norris from Breaking Bad. I suddenly feel embarrassed, like someone from the good show I recap will see me cavorting with this terrible show. Look away, Dean Norris, I'm hideous! Anyway, Cooper's a morning radio show host who's in the early stages of ALS, and he's right now got a fever that's got Plastics not un-concerned. But Cooper -- who's there with his wife and Charlie-flirting daughter -- says it's nothing. He's impatient to get back to bird-watching with his family, but Plastics says he's going to have to keep him so he can run tests for bacteria, parasites, other jungle horrors. Cooper tells his family to go out and enjoy their day, he'll be fine. Once their gone, though, he turns to Plastics and tells him not to bother with the tests -- he's got an appointment with a miracle doctor who's giving him a stem cell treatment to cure his ALS. He lifts the leg of his shorts to reveal three syringes feeding a catheter into his leg. Cooper seems to be over the moon with excitement about this miracle cure, but all Plastics can focus on is the raging infection that's developing at the catheter site. Even Charlie takes a break from being awful to be all, "Not good!" about it.
After the break, we return to find Keeton in the lab, smoothing up to Clark. What follows is a very sexy conversation that goes as follows. Clark: "Hey, baby. I'm trying to be super brave about this heart failure thing but actually am scared shitless, so I went to the sorry excuses for doctors in San Miguel, who gave me an 80-pill cocktail that they say helps people dying from Bedbug Disease or whatever I have to not have to get a heart transplant for years." Keeton: "I know a heart surgeon in New York, sexy lady." "The only thing that frightens me more than heart surgery is New York. Isn't it full of C.H.U.D.s? Does that turn you on?" Keeton: "..." Clark: "I'll probably go to Lima or Buenos Aires for the surgery, because my need for self-sacrifice in this relationship apparently extends to bargain-basement heart transplants so I don't have to leave you." Keeton: "Never! Do as I say!" Clark: "You're not the boss of me and my heart!" They're both thankfully interrupted by Plastics, who needs help with Johnny Leg Needles over there.
Back at the mine, the rescue workers pull up Edgar as well as the poor bastard with the axe in his shoulder. Brenner tends to him first (smart!). She notes that the blood from the wound is dark, thus deoxygenated, thus the axe only hit a vein and the hematoma is compressing the artery. Without a whole lot of warning, she yanks the axe out of his arm and immediately puts pressure on the wound. She notes a pulse and declares "We just saved the arm." See? See what all can get done when everybody's not arguing relationship crap over a patient? She radios down to Cole with the good news, and he tells her that he plans to go into the mine after Poni. She tells him he's got about a hundred meters of rope to work with, but also that he's kind of crazy to do this. But Cole's already suited up, and Brenner's radio transmissions are breaking up anyway, so that's that.
Back at the Quechua Maternity Ward and Macramé Warehouse, Minard is able to sit back silently about as well as you'd expect her to be. The midwife/godmother gives her the wickedest side-eye you ever saw, but Minard assures her she's just checking in. She is a tad concerned, however, that the labor's been going on since yesterday (!!) and still no baby. She says she's like to check the fetal heart rate and then, if necessary, perform a C-section. The midwife's like, "You want to cut her open and take the baby out so you can be ready for your hot date?" She says all American doctors are the same -- no patience. Minard defends herself and says a C-section preserves the health of both the mother and the child and "Believe me, I don't have a hot date." Oh, just you wait, you fortunate lady, you. She says her people believe that the longer a woman labors, the more patience and understanding the baby will have. She looks at Minard with utter disregard and says, "You must've been born by C-section." Okay, is everybody in the jungle a total bitch??
Keeton and Clark join Plastics as the three of them stare agape at the weird contraption passing for a catheter in Morris's leg. Keeton says it's caused an infection, which is causing his fever -- they'll have to remove it ASAP. But Morris says not until his Dr. Cameron finishes his treatment. Keeton gingerly broaches the subject of quack doctors and their "miracle cures," but Morris cheerfully notes that it's not like that. He's already feeling stronger! Plastics lays down the hard truth that there is no cure for ALS -- not even with stem cell treatments. Morris, undeterred, tells a story about jungle birds who can't fly -- who are missing the one thing that makes them birds. He compares them to himself -- to his gift of gab on the drive-time radio. ALS is going to take a lot from him, but none worse than taking away his voice. "The one thing that makes me me." Dean Norris is killing it here, as Morris asks the doctors if they wouldn't go to the ends of the earth to keep that from happening.
Cut to Clark making the case to the other two doctors that they don't need to take the catheter out. They can treat the infection intravenously, through the catheter, and then deal with Morris's misguided faith in his jungle quack later on. Both Plastics and Keeton argue against keeping Morris deluded, but Clark argues that it's hope he's holding onto. And be it hope or denial, "if it gets that man through one more day of a horrible diagnosis, what's the difference?" Keeton thankfully looks like the heavy-handed subtext of Clark's words was not lost on him.
Birth du Soleil. Bitchy Midwife is finally coaxing that damned baby out of her sister when there's a problem. The baby's shoulder is stuck (Minard, awesomely and totally passive-aggressively, calls out the technical medical name for the condition). Bitchy grabs a blanket, places it around the mother's hips, and starts rotating her back and forth. This is supposed to do the trick, but Minard says it's not enough. She needs to get in there and rotate the baby's shoulder herself. Bitchy has real fear in her eyes, so she doesn't object to Minard involving herself. In fact, they work together, and before you know it, Minard is pulling out that healthy baby. Happy times for all! So happy, in fact, that Minard grabs the godmother knife and cuts the umbilical cord before she knows what she's doing. Everybody gets their "Oh, shit" faces on, as Minard now realizes what she's done. Bitchy's face comes back as she sneers at Minard: "You just became the godmother!" Truthfully, actually getting called into service as a godparent isn't much different.
After the break, Minard is getting it from both Bitchy midwife and Zee about what a boneheaded maneuver that was. She defends herself by saying she wasn't "thinking" so much a reflexively acting to save the baby's life. Zee then asks Bitchy about the duties of a Quechuan godmother. "She is a part of the family," she snarls in Minard's direction, "and role model to the child for life." Minard looks like she just ate a bowl full of bugs. Apparently she's required to show up to some ceremony tonight where she will name the baby. Bitchy stomps off, and Zee's like, "Well, you really stepped into it this time, Paleface." Minard is right now purely looking for ways out of this predicament, even if it does mean insulting the native culture. Zee says that's not an option, as it could mean that these people will stop coming to the clinic and go back to squatting out their kids in their homes. So Minard once again returns to the "public health" pragmatism. And as a matter of public health ... Zee: "You've got to take one for the team, Doctora."
Down in the mine, Cole searches the dark caverns for Poni, and we see he's got oxygen tubes in his nose to keep the gas from overtaking him. Not so for Poni, who is not responding to Cole's calls. But he does seem to be banging away at the rocks, looking for that gold, so Cole follows the sounds. Up top, Brenner tells Edgar that she's going to have to set his ankle wound, and even with the morphine, it's bound to hurt. The two brothers then start bickering about which one of them should have put the kibosh on Poni's crazy mine scheme. Brenner stops their squabbling and says her colleague is right now trying to save their brother and risking his life; she blames the whole family for that one. And then she cracks Edgar's ankle back into place.
Minard finds Plastics sitting on a log by a stream -- I like to think it as his Thinkin' Log. I assume Plastics needs lots and lots of space and silence to really get a good think on. She glibly tells him that she's a godmother now, but clearly he's all up in his head about the Morris thing. He tells her about the ALS and the con-artist jungle doctor, and then he compares that to his old strip-mall plastics practice in the States, where he sold "snake oil" in the form of breast implants and "nose jobs to people whose noses weren't fully developed yet." Zach Gilford does kind of an amazing job on that last line, where he's almost too embarrassed to say the last part of it. Minard assures him that he wasn't selling false hope to terminal patients; he was just selling fake boobs. He thanks her for the pick-me-up. "So now that you owe me," she says, maybe he can go with her to this Quechuan naming ceremony tonight. Considering Plastics can think of about a billion more fun things to do with his time that aren't that, he declines. She promises booze and money, but what actually does it is when she says she will be wearing "a traditional dress to respect the local culture." And he has full permission to laugh at her. Done. He's in.
Cole finally finds Poni, who is striking the cavern walls furiously with his axe and rambling about how he couldn't let that rescue worker steal all his gold. Cole tries to talk him down, saying there's no gold down here anymore, but there IS crazy amounts of gas, making it very dangerous, so they should go. Instead, Poni strikes at the rocks a few more times, producing sparks. Obviously, sparks in a gas-filled mine are a really bad idea, so Cole gets more adamant with his requests. He's about to dig into a gas pocket, which ... SWING, CLANG, BOOM! Mine explosion. The Earth shakes above, and Brenner orders to the rescue workers to pull Cole's line back up. Only when it reaches the top, Cole's not attached to it. Bad news.
After the break, Brenner tries in vain to get Cole on the radio, so she starts to suit up to go rescue him herself. She's incredulous (to say the least) that nobody seems willing to join her, not even Poni's brothers. Well it's very dangerous after an explosion, see. Brenner can't believe it. Finally, the older brother accepts his responsibility and says he'll go with her. Little brothers, man.
Plastics is back with Morris, who is not looking nearly as chipper as he was before. He's sweating, and according to Plastics his BP is dropping and the infection is progressing to sepsis. The catheter has to come out now. Morris's wife and daughter show up in time to see the monstrosity on his leg, and immediately the wife is dismayed. She rattles off other supposedly "miracle" cures Morris has tried, taking them across the globe to the likes of India and China. But Morris is adamant that it's working this time -- he wiggles his toes and says he wasn't able to do that a day ago. He could be walking by the time they head back home! In order to prove this hypothesis, he pulls off his oxygen tubes are tries to walk, but of course he can't. He falls. The daughter can't look at this and bolts, while Morris is shocked; he thought it was working.
Elsewhere, Keeton comes across a skulking figure shrouded in a hoodie that nonetheless cannot fully obscure the hot body that lies beneath. Well hello, Mateo. He explains to Keeton that the incognito thing is so he doesn't cause problems with the law like last time. Keeton is singularly not impressed with anything Mateo says, but he does agree to give Lily a message from him. Though he advises Mateo that the sneaking around thing is not helping him any with Lily. Mateo then just asks Keeton if he'll ask her to meet at the cantina tonight; Keeton assents. As he's walking away, Mateo notes that Keeton really seems to look out for Lily. Keeton tries to frame it as him looking out for ALL of his employees, but Mateo gives him a look that says he knows better than that.
Clark finds Mrs. Cooper doubled over in if not pain then certainly discomfort. She explains that it's an acid reflux thing brought on by the stress of Morris's disease. And if you took the bait and started to worry that this "acid reflux" would morph into pancreatic cancer or some ailment that'd have her dead by episode's end, well, you're not the only one. Clark expresses sympathy with her situation and says ALS can be a hard diagnosis to accept. Mrs. Cooper says she has accepted it -- so has their entire family. Everybody except Morris. She talks about how hard it's been to watch him traverse the globe, looking for these faith healers and charlatans. She knows how awful it sounds, but she wishes her husband would stop fighting this terminal disease he has. At least then they could all live again. And, once more, Clark grafts everything about this man's case onto her own life. So...I guess this means she's going to stop fighting her heart failure? I'm confused.
Brenner and the older brother are having a hell of a time navigating the underground caverns, looking for Cole and Poni. Brenner ultimately has the bright idea to use the radio -- not that Cole can respond to them, but they can use the feedback noise when they get close to it. They finally find Cole, and she re-attaches his oxygen tubes. He selflessly (per usual) tells her to check Poni, since he got it worse. She does and he's ... breathing. But back to Cole, who asks Brenner to hand him a flashlight since his headlamp went out. Only ... it didn't go out. Cole asks why he can't see anything, then. And that's when we get a look at Cole's eyes, which are bleeding. ...Okay, that was a pretty cool reveal.
After a VERY suspenseful commercial break, Keeton, Zee, and Clark scramble to meet Brenner and the wounded. Zee immediately twigs to something being wrong and urgently yells "Where's Otis?!" Brenner explains that he's got bad corneal burns -- he can't even count fingers. Keeton and Zee go to him, and he calls out, "Hey, Loca." Zee is hopeful that he can see her, but he says he only just guessed she'd be here. She grabs his hand while Keeton orders everybody inside.
Plastics returns to Morris with the good news that his infection is clearing up nicely, but when he rounds the corner to the room, he sees a man standing at a sleeping Morris's bedside. Dr. Cameron, Plastics presumes, and he pointedly refuses to shake the man's hand. Plastics gives him hell for the shoddy catheter insertion that nearly killed this man from sepsis. Plastics wants to know what was in the "treatment" -- high-dose steroids or just dirty saline? When Cameron's all evasive about the "novel experimental technique," Plastics -- and a rousing Morris -- know the jig is officially up. Morris groggily says that if he had the strength to hit him now, he would. Plastics tells him he has to leave, but Cameron persists in his sales pitch to Morris: time with his family, the ability to walk again. Hearing these pie-in-the-sky promises again clearly pains Morris greatly, and Plastics once again tells Cameron to leave. He says he can offer Morris one more treatment at cost: $50,000. That's when Plastics punches him right in the face. The Coopers come running in at the commotion, and Plastics assures them that the retreating Cameron won't be bothering them again. They run up to hug Morris, who is crying and saying he's so sorry. Plastics tells him that he was wrong when he said his voice was what made him him. It's his family. It's super one-to-grow-on-y, but the acting sells the moment.
Nighttime. Clark comes to see Zee, who's tending to a sleeping Cole. She says she started irrigation on the eyes and will check them in a couple hours. They walk-n-talk as Zee expresses her frustration that Cole went charging into the mine like some machismo idioto, without regard for how his recklessness affects the people around him. Clark, once again, takes it in and examines it for how it reflects on her own life. She tells Zee about Keeton setting up the surgery in New York. Zee is clearly hopeful that this means Clark could live, but she also knows Clark hates New York. Clark notes that it's not just up to her anymore, is it? Zee puts an arm around her and says, "No. Not anymore."
Mina waits outside the baby-naming party for Plastics to show up, and when he does, he is most assuredly not disappointed in her mode of dress. As promised, she's donned a traditional Latin American peasant dress -- azure blue with all sorts of awesome ruffles and patterns -- and even brought some kind of afghan blanket as a wrap. You guys, her HAIR is DOWN. This is a special day for Dr. Mina Minard. Plastics drinks it all in and cracks up. "You look like a pinata!" He says. She's only kind of charmed by how amused he is. He tries to bright-side that at least she'll can wear the dress again after tonight ... to her quinceanera. And then? The punchline, as Minard and Plastics round their way to the party ... where everybody's dressed like it's the 4th of July. And not those weird uber-patriotic 4th of July parades, either. Khaki shorts and t-shirts. Bitchy Midwife is all, "C-section babies have the worst sense of style." Minard gives the patently lame excuse that she's coming from another party.
Cut to: party! Plastics is enjoying the hell out of himself -- playing with the kids, dancing, generally being the most adorable thing in the universe. And getting progressively drunker. Minard, meanwhile, stands around awkwardly and tries to blend in. After the montage has run its course, Plastics returns to her with a mug full of something called "chicha." He says it's "literally, fermented old-lady spit." She takes a swig and grimaces while Plastics rambles drunkenly. Then she spots Bitchy across the way and decides to approach her. She's apologetic and Bitchy is frosty ... until Bitchy admits that she saw Minard reach for the knife and could have stopped her. Only she didn't, because she secretly thought she wasn't fit to be any baby's role model through life. Just because she's good at midwifing doesn't mean she's cut out for shepherding a child through life. Mina figures that if Bitchy's got her doubts, she herself must be screwed. "I'll help you, okay?" offers Bitchy. First order of business is picking out a name -- something that sounds like "Pilpinto." Quechua for "butterfly." Works for Minard! She even stops herself from complaining that the traditional Quechuan swaddling blanket is too scratchy.
Keeton and Brenner work on Poni, searching for a mass that was found on the ultrasound. Keeton also relays the message that Mateo left, and she correctly guesses that he showed up under cover of disguise. They have a bit of a laugh at her ability to pick 'em, and then they find the obstruction in Poni's small intestine. They cut it out and find a rather sizeable nugget of gold. That he swallowed. This guy, I mean, right?
Meanwhile, Zee is examining Cole's eyes; she tells him he's got 90% corneal burns on both eyes, but that his eyesight should return in 7-12 days. I was really prepared to respect the show for going there with making Cole blind. A little soapy, perhaps, but I'll take what I can get with this show. Alas. He remarks about the curse biting him in the ass, but she reminds him he doesn't believe in curses. "Only the ones I bring upon myself," he tells her. And not a day goes by that he doesn't curse himself for letting her go. He pulls her face to his, and she's crying hard, but trying to keep silent so he won't know. But he tastes the salt on her face when he kisses it -- speaking of soapy television, my God -- and she pulls away and tries to deny it. They're both kind of laughing about it, which is nice. She pulls out an eye chart and asks him to read it, but he just keeps reading "Z...Z...Z." She throws up her hands in frustration and stomps out, Cole laughing at his Loca the whole way.
Brenner finds the elder brother, who thanks her for patching up his little bros. Brenner shows him a baggie full of, like, seven or eight gold nuggets, and he says that Poni kept telling him he couldn't find anything. So Elder is totally hurt and betrayed, cursing himself for everything he's done for them. Brenner tells him the police have been called and that all three brothers will be charged with trespassing ... unless Elder decides to roll over on them. She tells him that sometimes you've gotta think for yourself. You'd think she'd get the kneejerk "Well then you must not have grown up with brothers, and also perhaps you were born by a C-section" response, but Elder stands silent and ponders.
Clark finds Keeton, and -- in the midst of some 8-minute diatribe about how much she hates New York that I will not even dignify by recapping -- she tells him that she will go to New York, for him. I love how accepting a wildly nepotistic bump up the transplant list for an operation that will save her life is somehow this selfless, almost begrudging act on Clark's part. Don't make us beg to save your life, Red. She tells him sadly that when she gets out of the operation, she'll be immune suppressed and unable to return to the jungle. He hugs her and jokes that she keeps trying to leave them.
Cantina. Mateo is there to meet Lily, as promised. And then, strangely, she delivers the exact opposite of the advice she gave the elder miner: Mateo's gotta stand by his family, no matter what kind of trouble they're pulling him into. He rewards her generosity of spirit with a dance. He tells her he no longer cares about getting arrested -- no more skulking around for him. He's loving Lily right out in the open. Mateo, the children! On the serious, though, he tells her she's worth the risk. Sadly, it doesn't seem to be enough for Lily to put herself at risk, so she kisses him on the cheek and walks away. "It really is just a leaf," he says, but Nancy Reagan over there can't deal.
And speaking of reckless love ... Plastics and Minard return to the clinic ground completely blitzed. We all know where this is going, but it's fun watching them stumble around in Zee's garden, searching for a hangover cure. They just start eating random leaves, which can't be good, and finally they get stumbly enough that one has to catch the other. And then they both realize how insanely bottled up they've been, sexually speaking. And then they do what neither God not man could judge them for, given the circumstances. ...Okay, maybe Zee has a legitimate beef with their choice of venue, but otherwise? Sex on, my friends. Sex on.