Courtroom. The gist of Chin's closing argument is that if they allow Ira to use the cell cluster to save his kid's life, it won't stop there. The precedent will be set for lots of clones to be created specifically to have their organs harvested. Chin ends sarcastically: "They're just slabs of tissue, waiting to be used to save us, the living. What's the harm? They're not human, they're just...what? [eying Axel] Property." ["I'm convinced." -- Wing Chun] Axel darts out of the courtroom. Oh, please can someone find the kid in contempt? Lots of gasps and murmuring. Khanita tells the father-brother to stay while she goes after Axel. The jury eyes Chin.

Outside, Khanita sits next to Axel. Wait, is she going to sing to him of silver swans? Of kingdoms and of carillons. Will she sing to him of bodies intertwined underneath an innocent sky? Probably not if she fears John Lithgow smacking her knuckles with a bible. Man, that was when Chris Penn was a slim awkward kid named Willard, Kevin Bacon had Clay Aiken hair, Sarah Jessica Parker was a natural brunette, and the VW Bug represented rebellion in a danceless small town rather than retro-chic in Silicon Valley. That was also the time when "Almost Paradise" (not the music box version) turned me into the most pathetic jar of maudlin jelly (seedless) that you've ever seen. And after that emaciated dance with smaller breasts than a pre-pregged Debra Messing in a over-the-county-line bar, Lori Singer just dropped like a bulimic stone out of sight, didn't she? Oh, wait, I'm recapping something.

Khanita tells Axel her story. She's different, just like him. "You're a clone?" Axel asks. So the kid now knows he's a clone? Did he know before? That's sort of more upsetting than finding out you were adopted. Khanita says she's not exactly a clone, and explains, "When I was born, there were certain diseases and poisons that bothered people. So they did something to my genes -- those are the little things inside your body that tell it how to grow -- so that the diseases and poisons didn't bother me. And they tried to make me smart and strong and stuff like that." And they made you blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful and Aryan Nation stuff like that. Axel wants to know "how strong?" I want to know "how smart." I mean, if you're taking the SAT and competing with genetically engineered prospective students, isn't that a bit unfair? Maybe there's a circle to fill in next to your Social Security Number: "Are you genetically perfect? If yes, make sure you are taking Test Booklet Schedule 666." Khanita laughs at his silly question: "Pretty strong, for a girl." Shut up, Avery -- go back to your frozen dinners. Axel wonders if people make fun of her, but Khanita says she doesn't tell anyone her little secret. Except when she has to pull the heartstrings of a case. Axel whines that he doesn't want to be different, which prompts Khanita to file the anvil: "We're not different [say it with me now]: we're special." Yeah, but she's buried-alive-on-a-dead-planet special, whereas the kid's sliced-up-on-a-pizza special. The kid hurls himself into Khanita's arms.