All language subtitles for Nip Tuck - S03E14 (2003) WEB. eng

Tell us what you don't like
about yourself, Ms. Peck.

May I start at the beginning?

Whatever makes you feel most comfortable.

About three months ago,

I met a guy at this bar that I go to.

He really knew how to treat a girl...
he was real sweet.

We went back to my place for a nightcap

and started fooling around

and everything was going great

until he realized I was a pre-op.

He threw me to the ground and he
kicked me until my ribs broke.

And then he started punching me
in the face and destroyed it.

And then when I got my face fixed...

Did a licensed plastic
surgeon do this to you?

I'm pretty sure he had a license.

He was Vietnamese, so I didn't
understand him all that much.

But my friend told me about him.

He did her breasts, and
they turned out ok.

And, you know, he was cheap,
and I didn't have much money.

I guess I got what I paid for.

I spent every penny that I
had to get my face repaired.

Insurance wouldn't cover anything.

They said that I brought this on myself.

And then I lost my bartending job

because they said I was
scaring off the customers.

We'll be happy to rebuild your face
the way you want it, Ms. Peck.

We have a long-term payment plan
that might be your best option.

There's only one option, Dr. McNamara.

You're going to do my operation for free.

Or I'm going straight to the police.

Excuse me?

That real sweet guy that
beat me up, he's your son.

I'm sorry I can't be more
ladylike about this.

You dare threaten us after
what you did to Matt?

I just want retribution
for what he did to me.

And beating him to a pulp before
pissing on him wasn't enough?

Call the police.

You can use my phone.

They already know someone jumped him.

Now I can tell them who to arrest.

Excuse me, Dr. Troy.

A package just arrived for you.

Well, sign for it.

The package is bleeding.

No return address.

We need to check the
serial numbers on these

and cross-check them
with our records.

You think they belong
to one of our patients?

This one's got something in it.

"Beauty is a curse on the world."

You were right.

These did belong to one of our patients.

They're Kimber's.

Every breast implant has a serial
number in case of a recall or defect.

Ha be as corpus, Christian.

We can't start an investigation when
there's no evidence of any crime.

Since when is a bloody implant

from a woman who's been missing for
weeks not evidence of a crime?

Well, how'd you know Kimber
didn't have them removed herself?

Because she loved them.

They were the first thing I ever gave her.

Our first surgery together.

Speaking of surgeries, what
do you think of my face?

The surgeon who did agree to do it, did
a pretty good job, don't you think?

Don't throw that guilt shit at me, Kit.

After what you put me through,

you're lucky I wasn't standing
over you with a scalpel.

If I knew you were still stinging
after being left of the altar...

this proves that I wasn't left.

Somebody took her, and
somebody's keeping her hostage.

And somebody forced her
to write that note to me.

Well, that sounds like
a hell of an effort.

Who would do that?

Quentin.

Look, he's always had it in for me.

Only a plastic surgeon would know
about serial numbers on implants.

You know something?

We've been investigating
Quentin since your release.

That's great.
Then bring him in.

We don't have anything solid yet.
It's all just circumstantial.

It didn't stop you from arresting me.

Yes, and since then my superiors
have kept me on a tight leash.

They don't want any more embarrassments.

Look, if there's even a slight
chance that Kimber's alive

and Quentin knows anything about it,

you have to bring him in for questioning.

Hey, Matt.

What's going on?

Mom's sick. She's been throwing
up all over the place.

I thought you might have a stash
of that Tamiflu around here.

I have some at the office.

I can take it over in the morning.

How's your girlfriend?

We broke up.

A friend of yours dropped
by the office today.

Cherry Peck.

What did she want?

She wanted us to give her a
facial reconstruction for free.

I told her I would call the
police if I ever saw her again.

Is her face still messed
up from what happened?

She had reconstructive surgery already.

All she could afford was
some strip mall hack.

So she still a complete mess.

It doesn't matter.

She tried to blackmail us.

Her cheek implants are too large.

There's some scarring on her forehead.

She needs to reset her nose.

I want you to fix her face, dad.

If someone doesn't, then she'll always
look like a monster because of me.

She and her friends jumped you, Matt.

She is a monster.

Look, I know I shouldn't
expect much from you.

I haven't exactly been a model son lately.

But I made a mistake.

And you're the only one who can
completely help me correct it.

It would mean a lot to me.

You look terrible.

Has the morning sickness been that bad?

I haven't been able to keep anything down.

Well, I brought you some B6 supplements,
some crackers, ginger ale.

Try and stay away from anything
spicy, rich, or fried.

Like french fries or chocolate or...

Sorry. Just drink lots of fluids.

That's going to help the most. And rest.

There is an upside though.

Some doctors have seen a correlation

between miscarriages and a lack
of having morning sickness.

So, in that regard, your vomiting is good.

Why are you dressed?

You're not going to work, are you?

Of course I am. The spa is full.

And I have to take care of my patients.

Well, you're just going to
have to get someone to cover.

Lots of women work while
they're pregnant, Sean.

I was still taking a full load of classes
when I was carrying Matt, remember?

Yes. But you were 22, Julia.

A baby born to a woman over 40 has at
least one in a hundred chance of downs.

And the odds of developing any kind of
chromosomal abnormalities are even worse.

Now, we won't have to worry about

that once we get the
results of the CVS

which I've scheduled for
Thursday with Dr. Fitzer.

Fitzer's not my o. b.

If were going to make this work,

you're going to have to
let me help you, Julia.

Do things for you.

That's why I think you should
move back into the house.

I'm not moving back into
the the house, Sean.

I mean this baby isn't some puzzle piece
that's been missing from our relationship.

I've never misled you into thinking we
were going back to what we had, Sean.

The last time I saw you,
my tongue was in your mouth.

Certainly much more pleasant than this.

Am I under arrest for something?

I wanted to have a little
chat with you about Kimber.

Kimber?

Well, last I heard, she dumped
Christian at the altar.

Smartest move she ever made if you ask me.

She's missing.

And I think you have
something to do with it.

You're joking?

I couldn't have spent a long
weekend with that mental midget.

I like women whose iqs are
higher than their waist size.

Really? I thought you liked her.

Had a thing for her movies if I recall.

I'm familiar with her catalog, so?

So are hundreds of
thousands of other guys.

What about Rhea Reynolds?

You and Christian were the only
ones who knew she was a...

what did you call her, a fraud?

It must have felt good to put her through
a surgery without proper anesthetic.

That was Liz's fault.
Her numbers were off.

I know you don't have an alibi for
the night that Rhea was killed

or for the night you raped and carved me.

Now why would I rape you?

You were perfectly willing to spread your
legs like a Romanian gymnast for me.

Rape isn't about sex, Quentin.
It's about power.

And you felt like you'd lost
it after I arrested Christian

and risked giving him all the
glory for your butchery.

So I'm the carver now?

Kit, if you want to catch this guy,

may I recommend that you expand
the scope of your suspects

beyond those who know whether
you're shaved, waxed, or natural?

You neglected to use a
condom when you raped me.

Thanks to your sloppiness,

We now have a sample of the
carver's semen on file.

When I match it with your DNA,

you won't be smiling anymore.

I hope you collect my DNA yourself, Kit.

Oh, God. I'm so turned on right now.

- Where's Kimber?
- I have no idea.

I'd check your ass,

but you're so full of shit I don't think
there would be any room for her up there.

I've issued a warrant with judge Nixon.

When he approves it, you'll be
forced to give us a DNA sample.

You want me to jerk off right now?

I'm going to do this all by the book.

When I bring you down,

this case is going to be
tighter than a vestal virgin.

Heh. Well, tread lightly, Kit.

You've already botched this case once.

Another false arrest and
you'll be back in London

writing tickets to people for
not picking up their dog shit.

You need to get him to talk.

No, I don't.

Kimber's been found.

How is she?

An fhp officer found her naked
wandering along Alligator Alley.

For some reason,

yesterday he drove her out into the
everglades and tossed her out.

- Can I see her?
- Not yet.

Bullshit.
She's my fiancee.

She doesn't want to see you, Christian.

She doesn't want you to see her.

Tell me what he did to her.

The breast implants were
the least of his butchery.

He reversed every surgery you gave her.

Without anesthetic.

Reversed?

I must've given her at least 10
procedures over the last few years.

Tell me what he did to her.

After giving her the carver grin,

he removed the segment of rib
cartilage you used to fix her nose.

Then he sucked the collagen from her lips

by removing a large portion
of the saturated tissue.

At some point, he also burned her skin
to recreate the sun damage you repaired.

Then he pumped rotten chicken
fat into her midsection.

Ante-lipo.

It caused a pretty horrible
infection that he didn't treat.

He removed her breasts as a final
act of psychotic brutality.

I need to see her.
I need to...

Tell her I can fix everything
that animal did to her.

Kimber identified herself by
how she looked, Christian.

She's barely holding it together as it is.

Seeing you could send her over the edge.

Or bring her back from it.

Well, I can't risk that.

Kimber is the best witness
we have right now.

If she transgresses into shock and
can't give us any more information,

everything's she's been through
will have been in vain.

Dr. McNamara?

I wanted to thank you for reconsidering.

I think it's the right
decision for all of us.

I'm not doing this surgery as a response
to your threat of extortion, Ms. Peck.

Then why are you doing it?

Because my son asked me to.

Matt seemed to think we've all
suffered enough for what's happened.

We need to rebuild instead of allowing
our past to haunt us any longer.

Count backwards from 10.

Don't worry, I'm here.

It's all going to be ok.

Relax, Julia.

Close your eyes and just relax.

This might be your last
chance to get pregnant.

Stop it.
It hurts.

Skin is very elastic.
It will heal.

You are like a 20-year-old, after all.

Aren't you?

Why is that ticking so loud?

Turn it off.

You don't want to turn off your
biological clock just yet, Julia.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

By the way, you need a face lift
if you're going to do this.

Otherwise, everyone will think
you're the grandmother.

We'll start by removing these
bags under your eyes...

Then we'll pull back your forehead.

Oh, forget it.
It's too late.

Your water broke.

No.

Put this on.

You're late for surgery.

We can fix it.

No one will ever know what she's done.

What have you done to my baby?

We had to do a little work, that's all.

We have to make him respectable, Julia.

You did a wonderful job, Julia.

He's almost human.

So irresponsible, having a baby at 40.

We did the best we could to
repair your work, sweetheart.

What did you do to my baby?

Hi. It's... I'm Julia McNamara.

I'd like to make an appointment with Dr.
Allen by as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, Christian.

I'm just sorry.

I should've known she
wouldn't leave me like that.

Kimber loved me.

This isn't your fault.

And blaming yourself isn't
going to do her any good.

I just want to see her, you know?

Hi. I'm Dr. Sean McNamara.

I'm a plastic surgeon.

I just wanna give you one of my cards.

What for?

Nothing.

I just thought you might want to
have that wattle taken care of.

You have a great profile.

Who's there?

It's me, sweetheart.

The guard wouldn't let me in.

So Sean had to bribe...

Is there anything special I
can bring you, sweetheart?

Go away.

Please don't say that.

I've missed you so much.

Why didn't you come looking for me?

I thought you'd left me.

I thought you'd come to your senses.

You left me to die.

You let him do this to me.

Kimber, please.

Don't blame me for this.

He wouldn't have hurt me if you
hadn't given me all those surgeries.

You made me think that I needed
them for you to love me.

It's true.

Beauty is a curse on the world.

Please don't.
Please.

Please don't let him poison
everything we have with each other.

I want us to start fresh.

I want to rebuild our lives together.

You won't want me anymore.

I'm a monster.

On our first date,

you said that I was an 8.

You were honest with me.

I need you to tell me what I am now,

as honestly as you did then.

From 1 to 10.

I'll make you a 10 again,
sweetheart, I promise you.

I'll make you a 10 again.

I'm glad you decided to do a CVS test.

I'm a big believer and the sooner
we know of any abnormalities,

the sooner we can prepare ourselves
on how to deal with them.

I don't like to be superstitious
about these things,

but, you know, with my
age and 2 healthy kids,

I just feel like this baby
is tempting God a little.

That's why we're here, Julia.

To remove the unknown.

And we're still in the first trimester.

We have time.

Now I'm going to do an ultrasound to help
guide the catheter through your cervix.

You know, we can video the
ultrasound if you like.

I'd like a video, if that's ok?

Let me grab a blank dvd.

I'll just be a second.

Look, Sean, I know I was hard
on you the other day, but...

you do have a role in all of this,

and I'm gonna respect that.

Thanks for coming.

This baby's gonna grow up and
be strong and healthy, Julia.

How are Matt and Annie?

I haven't seen them in forever.

They're fine.

Matt's a senior and Annie's gonna
start middle school next year.

They're growing up too fast.

I know exactly what you mean.

I feel like I have missed
Jessica's entire childhood.

I mean, what with work
and sharing custody...

Take a breath...

We only see each other when I'm
driving her to her father's house.

Another reason why it's so nice
to see you two back together.

Ok. Everything's good so far.

Now... you're gonna feel a little
prick when I insert the needle.

Does that feel all right, Julia?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, jeez.

- How are we doing, sweetheart?
- I gotta get out of here.

I can't... all these tools,

it's taking me back to that place.

You're having a post-traumatic
stress reaction.

It's normal for somebody who's suffered
the kind of trauma you've been through.

Ok? You're gonna be fine.
I promise.

Can we get her 10 ccs of versed.

I'm gonna take good care
of you from now on.

Now, are you sure you want to
do all the surgeries at once?

The recovery is gonna be much less
traumatic if we do them one at a time.

No. I need you to fix everything.

I don't want to wait to be who I was.

I'll be right here when you wake up, ok?

Ok.

Wait.
Wait, Christian.

Will you stay here until I fall asleep?

Of course.

Keep applying this for the next 2 weeks.

It'll help your skin heal faster.

I just want to tell you how
much I appreciate this.

You want to see how it looks?

I'm beautiful.

Hi.

You look really good, Cherry.

Did your father do your face, too?

Yeah.

You did a fantastic job, Dr. McNamara.

Yeah, I did.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

I don't think he finished
putting that stuff on.

Oh, here. I got it.

You know...

I just wanted to say that...

You know, I really wasn't...

Did you really tell your
father to do my surgery?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, too, Matt,
for what we did to you.

Although you did kind of deserve it.

Yeah.

You really think I look good?

Yeah, you know? Sure.

I'm planning on having my reassignment
surgery sometime next year.

Been taking all the hormones.

That's great, Cherry,

but I don't think that...

It's ok.

It's just hard not to hit
on a guy as cute as you.

Thank you.

Look at me.

I'm gonna need some new makeup.

A girl's gotta look her best, you know?

What? This gooey stuff isn't
what you had in mind?

- No.
- Really?

Drop your pants, Quentin.

You first.

The scope of judge Nixon's warrant
is very broad, per my request.

If you don't provide us with everything
we need, I'll be happy to arrest you.

Then arrest me.

You're not gonna find anything
to connect me to those carvings.

I'm an innocent man.

I'll be the judge of that.

Now drop your pants.

You've nothing to be ashamed of.

I've had you inside me, remember?

Right before you carved my face.

I rarely forget a dick,

particularly if it's raping me.

If we had sex, you'd remember me.

Prove it.

Hey, baby.

How did it go?

It went perfectly.

You were amazing.

Let me get you a mirror so
you take a look at yourself.

No, no, no. I don't want any mirrors.

I understand. You want to wait until
the healing process is further along.

No. No.

I don't want any mirrors ever.

I had you fix me so the rest of the world
could see me and not run screaming.

I'll never be able to look at
myself and not see the pain.

Don't say that, sweetheart. We're gonna
get through all of this together.

And as soon as you've healed,
we'll reschedule the wedding.

Wedding?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about not letting this
monster take everything away from us.

But he already took
everything away from me.

I can't do this anymore, Christian.

I can't be this beautiful couple that
spends $600 a month on tanning salons,

who takes an hour to get
ready just to go to the gym,

who measure people's worth by
their body fat percentage.

This is perfectly normal.

It's called Stockholm syndrome.

Kidnapping victims sympathize
with their captors.

It's a survival strategy.

He wasn't my captor.

You were.

Porn was.

He was just the man holding up the mirror
to our beautiful, superficial lives,

showing me how grotesque they were.

It's just ugliness hidden
by a perfect mask.

How am I supposed to be with you

when your job is to give
everybody those masks?

I'll give it all up. We can...

go off and take care of
lepers for all I care.

I need to be with you, Kimber.

I know, baby.

But I need to not be with you.

What do you think of this one?

It's a little pale.

You're right.

I'm a spring, and this makes
me look like a winter.

Maybe this one. There's a
little more red in it.

Can I help you?

Yes, hi.

What's your opinion on this foundation?

Well, it's hypoallergenic.

But it won't look good if you
apply it that thick, honey.

I'm recovering from surgery. I don't
want the scars to show through.

This isn't a drugstore.

This product is very expensive.

Were you actually planning
on purchasing a bottle

or just tainting all our samples.

What's your problem, lady? You treat
all your customers like shit?

He is not a customer
until he buys something.

I get your kind in here all the time.

They never buy a damn thing.

And we're gonna buy
something from you now?

Look, my friend was nothing
but polite to you,

and you treat her like she's a hooker?

Let me tell you something.

She's more of a lady
than you will ever be.

You didn't have to do that.

Hey, you don't deserve that bullshit.

But I'm used to it.

Here. Try this.

What is that?

Well, isn't this a beautiful sight?

It must be ladies night.

Try the bronzer, sweetie.
You really need it.

They don't sell nazi paraphernalia
and jackboots in this section, Ariel.

Get lost.

And miss this hallmark moment?

Not a chance.

So, Tranny,

isn't Matt fantastic in bed?

Do you squeal with pleasure
when he goes down on you?

Because, you know, I always
knew that he really liked dick.

I'm not with Matt. He's my friend.

You know you really are pitiful, Ariel.

I almost feel sorry for you.

I'm not the one dating a
dude and a skirt, Matt.

Which clever in the
school hears about this,

you won't make it out alive.

I shouldn't have asked you to come.

No, it's cool.

She is a whack job, nobody believes
a word she says anyway.

You still stash stuff up there?

Only for special occasions.

Or one of us really
need to get shit-faced.

So what are we drinking to...

heartache, regret?

To our profession.

The only field of medicine dedicated
to both of fixing what isn't broken

and the rebuilding of the unrepairable.

And... to my new son or daughter.

Julia.

You shittin' me.

I didn't even know you guys
were sleeping together.

It only takes one time.

We're not getting back together
or anything like that,

but we have committed to working together,

trying not to screw it
up too bad this time.

Although I suppose...

the child we have from her and my
gene pool turned out pretty well.

You see, Christian,

no matter how shattered a relationship is,

as long as there's love,

there's always the hope of
putting it back together.

Hello, boys.

I was hoping to find Kimber here.

She went and checked into De La Mer.

So, have you arrested Quentin yet?

To the contrary.

We had to let him go.

We came across some new evidence
that rules him out as a suspect.

What could counteract the
mountain of evidence against him?

Take a look for yourselves.

Holy shit. Is this for real?

Completely.

Quentin can't be the person that
raped me or left a semen sample behind.

He has no penis.