Original subtitles

Ms. Amador: ...VOLKSWAGON

ON HER CHEST.

Ms. Amador: GREAT.

Sean: GOOD GOD!

Liz: EVERY TIME I SEE WHAT WOMEN

DO TO THEMSELVES WITH THESE TIT

JOBS, IT MAKES ME ASHAMED OF

WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING.

Christian: THESE TIT JOBS ARE

70% OF OUR BUSINESS, LIZ.

WHY DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT THAT

THE NEXT TIME YOU SLIP YOUR

GROSSLY OVERPAID ASS INTO YOUR

COURTSIDE SEATS AT THE WNBA.

SO, WAS JULIA COMPLETELY INSANE

WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT?

Sean: NO MORE THAN USUAL. WHY?

Christian: GINA JUST SEEMS

PARTICULARLY OUT OF HER MIND

LATELY.

Sean: APPARENTLY, SO ARE YOU.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STICKING

WITH THIS.

Christian: SHE'S KEEPING THE

CHILD, SEAN. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED

TO DO?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

* IF I WERE TO SAY TO YOU,

"CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?"

WOULD YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO

OR WHERE TO KEEP IT?

THEN I SAY, "I LOVE YOU,"

FOLLOW THE SITUATION,

HEY, GIRL, I THOUGHT WE WERE

THE RIGHT COMBINATION... *

Sean: THIS POOR WOMAN. THOSE

GUYS ARE BUTCHERS DOWN THERE.

I DON'T EVEN THINK BOBOLIT PUTS

IN DOUBLES ANYMORE.

THERE. YOU ALL RIGHT?

Christian: LAST ONE. GOT IT.

[STRAINED GRUNT]

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SALINE TO

YOU?

Sean: THE COLOR'S OFF. SO'S THE

CONSISTENCY. WHAT THE HELL ARE

THEY PUTTING IN THESE THINGS

DOWN THERE?

Escobar: HEROIN. THAT TIT YOU'RE

HOLDING IS WORTH A QUARTER OF A

MILLION DOLLARS.

Christian: WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Escobar: WHAT'S MINE. PEPE,

FETCH THE TITS.

Escobar: NOW FINISH SEWING HER

UP. I'LL WAIT IN DR. McNAMARA'S

OFFICE. I CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT

OF BLOOD.

Stereo: * SHOOT THAT POISON

ARROW *

* AHH *

* MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL *

* MAKE ME

A PERFECT SOUL,

A PERFECT MIND,

A PERFECT FACE,

A PERFECT

LIFE *

Escobar: WHERE'S THE DYKE?

Christian: STILL THROWING UP HER

McGRIDDLE.

Escobar: AND HOW'S MY MARIA

DOING?

Sean: RESTING COMFORTABLY IN

RECOVERY.

Escobar: WHEN WILL SHE BE READY

TO TRAVEL? I HAVE TO GET HER

BACK TO COLUMBIA TO GET

IMPLANTED AGAIN.

Sean: YOU CAN'T PUT HER THROUGH

THAT. HER MUSCLE TISSUE WAS

TERRIBLY DAMAGED BY THE LAST

SURGERY. SHE COULD LOSE ALL

FEELING IN HER BREASTS IF YOU

TRY AGAIN.

Escobar: SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR

THE CHANCE AT THE

AMERICAN DREAM.

THAT GIRL BEGGED TO BE MY MULE

JUST TO GET INTO THIS COUNTRY.

WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE HER FOR

WANTING SOMETHING BETTER FOR

HERSELF, SOMETHING YOU TWO TAKE

FOR GRANTED EVERY DAY?

Christian: I'VE HEARD ENOUGH OF

THIS BULLSHIT.

SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE. I'M

CALLING THE COPS.

Escobar: YEAH, YOU DO THAT,

DR. TROY. I, UH, HAD SOME THINGS

I WANTED TO DISCUSS WITH THEM

ABOUT A FORMER PATIENT OF YOURS.

YOU GUYS REMEMBER SILVIO PEREZ,

RIGHT? I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER

WHERE YOU DUMPED HIS BODY.

Escobar: NOW, LET'S TALK SHOP.

YOUR BUSINESS AND MINE ARE A LOT

ALIKE. WE HELP PEOPLE DEAL WITH

THE HATE THAT THEY FEEL ABOUT

THEMSELVES. YOU DO IT BY CARVING

UP THEIR FACES. I DO IT BY

DULLING THEIR SENSES. A NOSE

JOB, AN 8-BALL...WHAT'S THE

DIFFERENCE? NOW, WHAT KEEPS US

IN BUSINESS ARE 2 THINGS. ONE,

PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS GOING TO HATE

THEMSELVES. 2, WE DO OUR JOBS

WITH THE UTMOST PRECISION.

NO SCARS, NO LOOSE ENDS, AND NO

MISSING 300 GRAND. I WANT MY

MONEY BACK.

Sean: WHAT MONEY?

Escobar: THE MONEY SILVIO PEREZ

STOLE FROM ME TO PAY FOR HIS NEW

FACE. NOW, I'LL GIVE YOU A WEEK

TO PAY ME BACK, BECAUSE YOU GUYS

DID SUCH A NICE JOB ON MARIA.

Christian: WE DON'T HAVE ACCESS

TO THAT KIND OF CASH. WE SPENT

IT...ON BUSINESS IMPROVEMENTS.

Escobar: NOT MY PROBLEM.

Sean: WE'RE NOT LIQUID RIGHT

NOW. SORRY.

Escobar: THAT'S A PRETTY WIFE,

DR. McNAMARA. I COULD GET IT UP

FOR HER. SHE WORK OUT?

Instructor: REMEMBER YOUR

GUIDING PRINCIPLES, LADIES:

FORM, PRECISION...BREATHING.

FIND YOUR CORE AND THEN JUST LET

YOUR MUSCLES OBEY YOUR WILL.

AND LIFT AND SWITCH.

Suzanne: JULIA! COLOR ME

SHOCKED. NEVER IN A MILLION

YEARS WOULD I IMAGINE YOU'D GIVE

UP JUDE FOR US MERE MORTALS.

Instructor: LONG NECKS.

Suzanne: HOW'S YOUR CORE THESE

DAYS?

Instructor: LONG LINES.

Julia: OVEREXTENDED. HOW'S YOUR

DIVORCE?

Suzanne: GOING AROUND, FROM WHAT

I HEAR. ANNIE TOLD TORY THAT

MOMMY AND DADDY AREN'T TALKING.

Instructor: LET'S DO SOME

ROLL-UPS.

Suzanne: MY SYMPATHIES, JULIA.

Instructor: RAISE UP YOUR

ARMS...AND ROLL UP WITH YOUR

HEAD AND SHOULDERS FOLLOWING.

DEEPEN THE CURVE...AND EXHALE

ROLLING DOWN. SHOULDERS DOWN

YOUR BACK.

Sofia: JULIA McNAMARA, RIGHT?

SOFIA LOPEZ. OH, MY MANNERS.

I'M SORRY. I AM A PATIENT OF

YOUR HUSBAND'S.

Julia: OH.

Sofia: YOU'RE JUST AS PRETTY AS

IN YOUR PICTURE.

Julia: RIGHT. OF COURSE. YEAH.

SOFIA--HE'S TOLD ME ALL ABOUT

YOU.

Sofia: AND HE'S TOLD ME ALL

ABOUT YOU, TOO. ESPECIALLY,

JULIA, ABOUT HOW YOGA PILATES

REALLY WORKS FOR YOU. WELL,

DR. McNAMARA THOUGHT IT WOULD

WORK FOR ME, TOO, MAYBE LENGTHEN

MY MUSCLES. THEY CAN LOOK

FEMININE AND LEAN LIKE YOURS.

Instructor: PULL THE BELLY OFF

THE FLOOR. BELLYBUTTON TO SPINE.

Sofia: GOODNESS, I FEEL LIKE

GUMBY.

Instructor: INHALE AS YOU

EXTEND. EXHALE DOWN. SIT BACK ON

YOUR HEELS TO CHILD'S POSE.

EXTEND YOUR BACK AND BREATHE.

GOOD.

Sofia: MAYBE AFTER WE'RE DONE, I

COULD TREAT YOU TO A SMOOTHIE.

Julia: OH, SOFIA, I'D LOVE TO,

BUT I HAVE TO PICK MY DAUGHTER

UP AFTER SCHOOL, AND THEN I HAVE

A CLASS, SO...

Instructor: EXCELLENT. ROLL UP

TO SITTING...AND NAMASTI. THANK

YOU, CLASS. GREAT WORK TODAY.

Christian: DO YOU HAVE TO EAT

THAT ON MY BED? THOSE ARE $1,100

SHEETS.

Gina: I HAVE TO EAT, ASSHOLE.

FAT MAKES THE BABY'S BRAIN GROW.

I--THIS BED HAS SHARP CORNERS.

NOT GOOD. WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO

BABYPROOF THIS BEFORE JUNIOR

SHOWS UP. HUH. TOO BAD YOU

DIDN'T BABYPROOF IT BEFORE,

HUH? HERE. I EARMARKED THE

STUFF WE NEED.

Christian: 4 GRAND FOR A PRAM?

Gina: IT'S A BURBERRY.

THEY'RE ALL THE RAGE.

Christian: HERE. THIS ONE'S HALF

THE PRICE.

Gina: YEAH, SCREW YOU AND YOUR

$1,100 SHEETS, ASSHOLE! YOU HAVE

THE MONEY.

Christian: NO, I DON'T!

Gina: JESUS. WHAT'S UP YOUR ASS?

Christian: HARD DAY AT WORK. I'M

JUST...I'M JUST A LITTLE TENSE.

Gina: REALLY. WELL, I COULD

THINK OF A COUPLE OF INTERESTING

WAYS TO RELAX.

WHAT'S THE MATTER, CHRISTIAN?

NOT TURNED ON BY PREGNANT WOMEN?

Christian: NO, I'M JUST NOT

TURNED ON BY YOU. SORRY.

Gina: ME, TOO. I'M REPULSIVE.

Christian: NO MORE SO THAN

USUAL, SWEETHEART.

Gina: OH, SPARE ME, CHRISTIAN. I

KNOW HOW PATHETIC I AM COMING

ON TO YOU. YOU KNOW, IT'S THESE

DAMN HORMONES.

Christian: WHAT IS THIS? YOU

STILL SMOKING?

Gina: YEAH, WELL, HOW ELSE AM I

SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH MY

CRAVINGS? YOU KNOW, WITHDRAWAL

IS HARD ON THE BABY. I CAN ONLY

EAT SO MUCH. WHAT, WOULD YOU

RATHER I SUCK ON THESE OR SOME

RANDOM GUY?

Christian: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA

THE DAMAGE THAT CIGARETTES HAVE

ON A FETUS? TRY ACUPUNCTURE.

Gina: OH, THAT WOULD TAKE CARE

OF MY ADDICTION. IT WOULDN'T

HELP MY ORAL FIXATION.

Christian: WELL, THEN I WILL BUY

YOU A BAG OF GODDAMN LOLLIPOPS.

NO MORE OF THESE!

Gina: FINE.

BUT I GET THE BURBERRY PRAM.

Sean: DID YOU SELL A SHIRT?

Christian: THE BOTOX. A 140

GRAND FOR MY SPEEDBOAT. CAN YOU

BELIEVE IT? IT'S WORTH AT LEAST

75 MORE THAN THAT. I GUESS WE'RE

JUST LUCKY THAT BOBOLIT HAD THIS

KIND OF CASH LAYING AROUND.

Sean: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?

Christian: NO, I HOCKED MY ROLEX

FOR 20. HOW MUCH DID YOU GET?

Sean: I EMPTIED OUR FAMILY

EMERGENCY FUND AND MY PERSONAL

ACCOUNT, CALLED IN A FEW

OUTSTANDING BILLS.

Christian: AND?

Sean: I'M AT 25 RIGHT NOW.

Christian: WHAT?!

Sean: I'M SORRY, CHRISTIAN. I

HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS. I DON'T

HAVE THE KIND OF DISPOSABLE

INCOME YOU DO. GUESS I COULD

CASH IN SOME BONDS, BUT I'M

GONNA TAKE A BATH ON THEM.

Christian: THEN GET WET, SEAN!

I SOLD MY BABY. YOU NEED TO COME

UP WITH SOME MONEY.

Sean: I KNOW THAT. ANY IDEAS?

Christian: I GUESS YOU'RE GONNA

HAVE TO TAKE ON A FEW LESS

DESIRABLE CLIENTS.

Sean: TELL ME WHAT YOU DON'T

LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF.

I'LL NEED THE MONEY FOR YOUR

SURGERY UP-FRONT. AND IN CASH.

[DRIVE BY THE CARS PLAYING ON

JUKEBOX]

Escobar: SURE YOU'RE NOT HUNGRY,

GUYS? MY GIRLFRIEND, SHE LOVES

THE HOT SHIT RESTAURANTS IN

TOWN, BUT I PREFER IT HERE.

NOTHING BEATS A FRUITY TOOTY.

Jukebox: * WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU

WHEN IT'S TOO LATE?*

* WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU

THINGS... *

Christian: HE'S YOUR PERSONAL

TASTER?

Escobar: WITH POWER COMES ENVY.

WITH ENVY COMES ASSASSINATION.

Sean: MAYBE IF YOU LAID OFF THE

COCAINE, YOU WOULDN'T BE SO

PARANOID.

Escobar: YOU NEED TO WATCH YOUR

MOUTH. I DON'T TOLERATE RUDENESS

DURING THE DINNER HOUR.

YOU GOT THE MONEY?

Sean: IT'S A LITTLE SHORT.

20 AT MOST.

Escobar: THAT'S NOT WHAT WE

DISCUSSED, GENTLEMEN.

Christian: WE'LL GET THE REST.

Escobar: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

I'VE GOT ANOTHER GIRL COMING IN.

Christian: ANOTHER GIRL?

Escobar: SI. YOU KNOW,

OTRO BURRO. BUT GETTING IN

ISN'T EASY, NOT FOR THEM AND NOT

FOR MY SHIT, ESPECIALLY AFTER

9/11. SO, WE MAKE A DEAL. I GET

THEM A WORK PERMIT THROUGH THE

MODELING AGENCY I SET UP IN FORT

LAUDERDALE, AND IN RETURN, THEY

CARRY SOMETHING IN FOR ME. 3

TRIPS FOR ME, AND THEY'RE FREE

TO PURSUE THE AMERICAN DREAM.

AND EVERYBODY WINS.

Sean: EXCEPT FOR THESE POOR

GIRLS WHO HAVE THEIR CHESTS

BUTCHERED.

Escobar: MY METHOD BEATS

12-YEAR-OLDS SWALLOWING 20

RUBBERS FULL OF ROCK COCAINE AND

SWIMMING ACROSS THE RIO GRANDE.

Sean: WE'RE NOT GONNA OPERATE ON

YOUR SLAVES ANYMORE. WE'LL GET

YOU YOUR MONEY, AND THEN WE'LL

BE DONE.

Escobar: I TELL YOU WHEN YOU'RE

DONE. AND KNOW THIS...IF YOU

DON'T DO WHAT I'VE ASKED YOU

POLITELY TO DO, I'LL TAKE THIS

HAND BACK TO COLUMBIA WITH ME.

AND THEN YOUR FAMILY WILL LEARN

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUNGRY.

Christian: THIS FABRIC IS CHEAP.

Gina: IT'S NYLON. BABIES PISS

AND SHIT.

Christian: WELL, THEN FIND IT IN

BASIC BLACK, BECAUSE I AM NOT

WEARING ORANGE.

Salesman: BAD NEWS, FOLKS. YOUR

BURBERRY PRAM'S BACK-ORDERED

FOR 16 WEEKS.

Gina: OH, SHIT. SHIT, SHIT,

SHIT, GODDAMN IT! UGH!

Christian: HAVE YOU MET THE

MOTHER OF MY CHILD? ISN'T SHE

LOVELY?

Salesman: IT'S A MOMMY THING. I

GET IT. WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT?

WHAT, 6 MONTHS?

Gina: I'M 6 MONTHS AND 4 DAYS.

Salesman: ANY KICKING YET?

AWESOME! I JUST FELT SOMETHING!

Christian: IT'S PROBABLY JUST

GAS FROM THE 3 BURRITOS.

Gina: I HAVE CRAVINGS, AND HE

DOESN'T UNDERSTAND.

Salesman: TELL YOU WHAT. I'M

GONNA SNEAK YOU TO THE TOP OF

THE LIST. ONE OF MY LADIES ISN'T

DUE FOR 6 MONTHS.

Gina: REALLY? GOD, THAT WOULD BE

SO FANTASTIC.

Salesman: NO PROBLEM.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Gina: UGH.

Christian: EXCUSE ME.

Gina: BRAD?

Brad: YEAH.

Gina: I WANT TO SEE THAT CRIB

OVER THERE.

Christian: HELLO.

Pepe: THE FLIGHT ARRIVES AT

7:00. BE AT YOUR OFFICE BY 8:00.

LEAVE THE DOOR UNLOCKED.

[GINA AND BRAD LAUGHING]

Gina: OK, SO THIS IS MY ADDRESS,

AND YOU JUST HAVE EVERYTHING

SENT TO HERE.

Brad: GREAT. I'LL GO GET THE

COLOR SWATCHES.

Gina: OK. THANK YOU.

Christian: YOU GAVE A CLERK YOUR

ADDRESS, BUT YOU WON'T GIVE IT

TO ME? GROW UP, GINA. WE'RE

HAVING A BABY. TOGETHER. THAT

MEANS I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW

WHERE YOU LIVE.

Gina: WRONG. YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS

UNTIL YOU EARN THEM. AND GIVE

THE GUY YOUR CREDIT CARD. I'M

GOING NEXT-DOOR TO

BASKIN-ROBBINS.

Brad: OK, THAT'LL BE 4,250 PLUS

TAX.

Christian: SAY, BRAD, COULD I

TAKE A LOOK AT THAT ORDER FORM?

SHE WANTS TO GIVE YOU HER CELL

PHONE NUMBER.

Brad: OK. GREAT. IT'S RIGHT

THERE.

Christian: THANKS.

Suzanne: JUST PUT YOUR JANE

HANCOCK ON THE "X," JULIA.

Julia: WHAT'S THE PETITION FOR?

Suzanne: TO BAN THE TRANNIE FROM

OUR PILATES CLASS.

Julia: SUZANNE, DON'T YOU THINK

THAT'S A LITTLE HARSH?

Suzanne: PILATES IS A SACRED

GIFT WE MOMS GIVE OURSELVES.

AND YOU KNOW, I DON'T WANT THE

PRESSURE OF HAVING TO WEAR

MAKEUP OR SHAVE MY LEGS FOR SOME

MAN IN OUR MIDST.

Julia: SOFIA IS A WOMAN, AND

SEAN HAS ASSURED ME THAT SHE'S

INTO MEN.

Suzanne: I GET THE LEARNING

CHANNEL. I KNOW HOW THEY DO THE

OPERATION. ALL THEY DO IS SLICE

THE PENIS IN HALF LIKE AT A

WIENIE ROAST AND THEN SHOVE IT

ALL UP INSIDE.

Julia: SUZANNE!

Suzanne: NO, LET ME FINISH,

JULIA. THE BOTTOM LINE IS IF

YOU'VE GOT A DICK, FIND A COED

GYM.

Julia: SORRY, SUZANNE. I'M NOT

SIGNING IT. IT'S CRUEL. IT'S

INHUMANE.

Suzanne: OK, JULIA. HAVE IT YOUR

WAY. I MEAN, THE TRUTH IS,

SWEETIE, ALL THE OTHER MOMS IN

CLASS HAVE SIGNED. THAT MEANS I

PRESENT THE PETITION TO THE

TEACHER, AND SOFIA LOPEZ IS OFF

TO CRUNCH.

Julia: SUZANNE, WAIT. DON'T TURN

IN THE PETITION. LET ME TALK TO

HER. MAYBE I CAN SAVE HER THE

EMBARRASSMENT AND GENTLY SUGGEST

THAT PERHAPS THIS CLASS ISN'T A

GOOD FIT.

Suzanne: OH, JULIA. YOU ARE SO

BRAVE.

Sean: THIS IS INSANE! THEY JUST

CALL AND EXPECT US TO JUMP?

FORGET IT. STALL UNTIL WE THINK

UP A WAY TO GET OUT OF THIS.

Christian: DRUG LORDS DON'T HAVE

VOICE MAIL, SEAN. AND THIS IS

OUR WAY OUT OF THIS. ONE MORE

OPERATION, AND WE WALK AWAY.

Sean: HE WON'T CALL THE POLICE.

HE'S BLUFFING. WE BLUFF RIGHT

BACK.

Christian: THE LAST TIME I

CALLED HIS BLUFF, I GOT A SHOT

OF BOTOX IN MY DICK! TRUST ME,

THIS GUY'S DANGEROUS. WE'RE

STUCK, AND WE'RE DOING THIS.

HEH!

Gina: I SAID I WANTED A

BURBERRY.

Christian: IT'S AN ADDITIONAL

PRESENT. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME

YOU LIVE ON A HOUSEBOAT?

JESUS, YOU MAKE ME CRAZY OVER

BABYPROOFING BED CORNERS, AND

YOU LIVE ON A GODDAMN FLOATING

DEATHTRAP.

Gina: NOBODY INVITED YOU.

Christian: THERE ARE RATS THE

SIZE OF TODDLERS DOWN HERE AT

THE DOCKS. THERE'S WATER

EVERYWHERE. HE COULD FALL OFF

AND DROWN.

Gina: OR SHE.

Christian: OHH. ARE YOU STUPID?

Gina: I TOLD YOU I COULDN'T DO

THIS ALONE.

Christian: YOU CAN'T DO IT AT

ALL.

Gina: YOU KNOW, TAKE YOUR SHITTY

STROLLER AND TAKE YOUR

JUDGEMENTS AND GET THE HELL OFF

MY PROPERTY, ASSHOLE.

Christian: AT LEAST MOVE TO A

TRAILER PARK. THERE'S LOT OF

DRUNK, HARD-UP MEN WHO'LL SLEEP

WITH ANYTHING. YOU'D LIKE IT

THERE.

Julia: DINNER WILL BE READY IN

20 MINUTES. WHERE YOU GOING?

Sean: LATE SURGERY.

Julia: WHO HAS SURGERY AT THIS

HOUR?

Sean: BUSY PATIENT.

Julia: WELL, THANKS FOR

THE NOTICE, SEAN. IF I KNEW YOU

WOULDN'T BE HERE, I WOULDN'T

HAVE MADE ALL THIS FOOD.

Sean: IF I DON'T GO TO WORK,

THERE WON'T BE ANY FOOD TO PUT

ON THE TABLE, JULIA.

Julia: SCREW IT. WE'RE GOING TO

McDONALD'S.

Matt: MOM, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE

THINKING, THAT DAD'S--YOU KNOW.

HE TOLD ME ABOUT THE AFFAIR.

HE'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. THAT'S

NOT WHAT'S GOING ON.

Julia: YOUR FATHER SHOULD NEVER

HAVE TOLD YOU THAT.

Matt: WELL, AT LEAST HE DIDN'T

LIE TO ME, MOM.

Julia: OH, STOP PROTECTING HIM,

MATT, AND ME! IT IS SO DAMN

INAPPROPRIATE. WE'RE YOUR

PARENTS, NOT YOUR PALS, A

CONCEPT SOME PEOPLE IN THIS

HOUSE HAVE LOST TOTAL TRACK OF.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH

HIM LATELY?

Matt: NOPE. WHICH IS APPARENTLY

JUST GREAT, BECAUSE ACCORDING TO

YOU, WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS FAMILY

IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS.

Julia: OHH!

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Liz: HEY, GUYS. WHAT'S UP?

Sean: CELEBRITY SURGERY.

YOU KNOW HOW PRIVATE THESE AGING

POP SINGERS ARE.

Liz: UH-HUH.

Christian: LIZ, YOU NEED TO

LEAVE.

Liz: WHY, CHRISTIAN? SO YOU CAN

REMOVE MORE IMPLANTS FILLED WITH

HEROIN WITHOUT A PROPER

ANESTHESIOLOGIST?

Sean: THAT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE

DOING.

Liz: CUT THE BULLSHIT, SEAN. I

KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. I CAN SEE

THE FEAR IN YOUR EYES.

Christian: LIZ, THIS IS

DANGEROUS. DON'T DO THIS FOR US.

Liz: I'M NOT DOING IT FOR YOU,

CHRISTIAN. I'M DOING IT FOR THE

GIRLS THAT MONSTER IS USING AS

HIS MULES. I CAN'T GIVE THEM

BACK THEIR DIGNITY, BUT I CAN

DAMN WELL LESSEN THEIR PHYSICAL

PAIN. I'M STAYING.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Pepe: CHANGE OF PLANS. WE'VE GOT

A BIG PROBLEM. GET YOUR STUFF.

[SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT BY

COREY HART PLAYING]

* I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES

AT NIGHT,

SO I CAN, SO I CAN

WATCH YOU WEAVE, THEN BREATHE

YOUR STORY LINES *

* AND I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES... *

Escobar: MIRA, LOOK. OLD SCHOOL.

GOD, DON'T YOU MISS THE

EIGHTIES, MAN?

* KEEP TRACK OF VISIONS

IN MY EYES... *

Escobar: SHIT. PEPE! YO, WHAT'S

UP? HOW YOU DOING, MAN? LET ME

GIVE YOU A TOUR.

[WOMAN BREATHING RAGGEDLY]

* ...SHE GOT CONTROL OF ME?

I TURN TO HER AND SAY,

"DON'T TWIST THE BLADE

ON A GUY IN SHADES, OH, NO" *

Sean: HER FEVER'S EASILY OVER

102. HOW LONG HAS SHE BEEN LIKE

THIS?

Escobar: SHE TOLD PEPE SHE WAS

PUKING ON THE PLANE. HEY, IF THE

IMPLANT BROKE, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE

TO SCRAPE OUT WHATEVER LEAKED.

I'M NOT LEAVING ANY OF MY SHIT

IN THIS PUTA'S TITS.

Christian: WHAT'S HER NAME?

Pepe: ANTONIA RAMOS.

Christian: ANTONIA? MS. RAMOS?

YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?

Antonia: S-SI, SI. YES, YES.

Christian: MY NAME IS DR. TROY.

WOULD YOU MIND IF I TAKE A LOOK?

Antonia: NO, NO.

Sean: THESE AREN'T SYMPTOMS OF A

HEROIN OVERDOSE. THEY'RE

SYMPTOMS OF SEPSIS.

Christian: SHE'S GOT AN ACUTE

BACTERIAL INFECTION, UNDOUBTEDLY

FROM THE FILTHY INSTRUMENTS USED

BY YOUR SOUTH AMERICAN BUTCHERS.

Escobar: SO, THAT'S GOOD RIGHT?

Sean: NO, IT'S VERY BAD. IF IT

SPREADS TO HER HEART OR LUNGS,

SHE COULD DIE. CAN YOU PUT HER

OUT?

Liz: I'LL RUN AN I.V., GIVE HER

SOME VERSED. SHE WON'T REMEMBER.

Sean: OK, LET'S MOVE HER.

ALL RIGHT, ON 3.

Christian: ANTONIA, WE'RE GONNA

MOVE YOU, ALL RIGHT?

2, 3, GO.

Sean: IT'S OK. WE'RE GONNA GIVE

YOU A SHOT, ANTONIA, AND YOU'RE

GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

Liz: IT'S OK, SWEETIE. IT WON'T

EVEN STING. OK, WE'RE TIGHT.

Christian: OK.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

Liz: OK. THERE YOU GO.

Christian: OK.

Sean: OK. HERE WE GO.

READY? GO.

[CHRISTIAN GRUNTS]

Christian: LAST ONE.

Escobar: GET 'EM, MAN.

Pepe: YO, I--THAT STUFF'S

FILTHY, MAN. I COULD GET AN

INFECTION OR SOMETHING.

Escobar: TAKE IT, MAN! DO IT

NOW. TAKE IT. TAKE IT.

Sean: WAIT. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

Escobar: OH, DON'T WORRY, THE

ROOM'S PAID FOR.

Sean: THIS WOMAN IS VERY ILL.

SHE NEEDS TO BE GIVEN I.V.

ANTIBIOTICS IMMEDIATELY, OR SHE

COULD DIE. YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE

FOR HER.

Escobar: OH, NOT ANYMORE. YOU

GUYS CAN KEEP THE GIRL, MAN.

LIKE, YOU KNOW, CONSIDER HER A--

A TIP.

Both: SO--

[JULIA LAUGHS]

Sofia: I KNOW WHY YOU ASKED ME

HERE, JULIA.

Julia: OK. AND HOW DO YOU FEEL

ABOUT THAT?

Sofia: I FEEL THAT YOU SHOULD

GIVE DR. McNAMARA ANOTHER

CHANCE. WHEN I FIRST MET YOU,

JULIA, I COULD SENSE YOU NEEDED

A GIRLFRIEND TO TALK TO, JUST

LIKE I DO SOMETIMES.

Julia: SOFIA, HOW DO YOU KNOW

ABOUT MY PROBLEMS WITH SEAN?

Sofia: BECAUSE I'M FRIENDS WITH

LIZ. DR. McNAMARA LOVES YOU,

JULIA. THE WAY HE TALKS ABOUT

YOU SO ADMIRINGLY. WELL, HE

THINKS YOU HUNG THE MOON.

Julia: I'M SORRY.

Sofia: OH, IT'S OK, SWEETIE.

LET IT OUT.

Julia: NO. IT'S JUST THAT I,

UH...AHEM. I'M SO ANGRY WITH

HIM.

Sofia: I KNOW. IT MUST FEEL

LIKE UNBEARABLE PAIN, JULIA.

I RECOGNIZE THAT. BUT HE'S A

MAN, THE MOST FLAWED OF SPECIES.

BUT, JULIA, LOOK AT ALL OF

DR. McNAMARA'S POSITIVE

ATTRIBUTES.

Julia: ACTUALLY, SOFIA, I THINK

HE'S THE ONE THAT WANTS TO

LEAVE. HE'S BEEN, UM, ALMOST

UNRECOGNIZABLE LATELY.

Sofia: MMH. MARRIAGE IS HARD,

JULIA. I KNOW. I'VE BEEN THERE,

AND I FAILED. WHEN I WAS A MAN.

Julia: OH. RIGHT.

Julia: IS THERE A PROBLEM?

Sofia: DON'T WORRY, JULIA.

IF I LET THOSE PEOPLE BOTHER ME,

I'D HAVE SLIT MY WRISTS YEARS

AGO.

Julia: WELL, ACTUALLY, SOFIA...

UM, AS WELL AS TALKING ABOUT MY

MARRIAGE, I ALSO CAME HERE

BECAUSE OF THE WOMEN IN OUR

PILATES CLASS. THEY'RE, UM--

Sofia: CURIOUS ABOUT ME.

Julia: THEY DON'T WANT YOU IN

THE CLASS, SOFIA.

BUT...I DO.

HEH HEH HEH!

Sean: YOU'RE RESPONDING WELL TO

THE AUGMENTIN. THE INFECTION

LOOKS LIKE ITS SUBSIDING,

MS. RAMOS.

Antonia: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAY

ABOUT THE STATES. THINGS ARE

BETTER HERE. THE PEOPLE ARE

BETTER HERE. WHEN WILL I BE WELL

ENOUGH TO TRAVEL TO FORT

LAUDERDALE? I NEED TO MEET MY

AGENT. I'M GOING TO BE A MODEL,

YOU KNOW.

Liz: THERE IS NO MODELING

AGENCY, SWEETHEART. WE TOOK THE

INFORMATION YOU GAVE US TO CHECK

OUT THE AGENCY. IT'S NOTHING BUT

A POST-OFFICE BOX AND AN

ANSWERING SERVICE. YOU WERE LIED

TO, ABOUT EVERYTHING.

Antonia: I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Sean: THERE IS NO WORK PERMIT

WAITING FOR YOU HERE, ANTONIA.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE ONCE

YOUR TOURIST VISA EXPIRES.

Antonia: LEAVE? BUT MY FAMILY IS

COUNTING ON ME. I CAN'T GO BACK.

THEY NEED MONEY. PLEASE, ISN'T

THERE SOMETHING YOU CAN DO?

Sean: WE CAN HELP YOU HEAL,

ANTONIA, BUT WE CAN'T CHANGE THE

LAWS.

Julia: HI, SUZANNE. YOU

REMEMBER SOFIA.

Sofia: HELLO, SUZANNE. DON'T

YOU JUST LOVE THIS CLASS? IT'S

SO HARMONIOUS.

Suzanne: UH, JULIA, MAY I HAVE A

WORD WITH YOU OUTSIDE?

Julia: THAT'S ALL RIGHT,

SUZANNE. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO

SAY TO ME, YOU CAN SAY IN FRONT

OF MY FRIEND.

Sofia: IS THERE A PROBLEM,

SUZANNE?

Suzanne: NO, SOFIA. NO PROBLEM

AT ALL.

[JULIA SIGHS]

Julia: CAN WE BEGIN?

Instructor: I'M SORRY. I CAN'T

TEACH A CLASS WITH ONLY 2 PEOPLE

IN IT. UM, I'VE GOT A 3-PERSON

MINIMUM. SORRY.

Brad: YEAH, THIS IS GOOD STUFF.

PRICEY, BUT WORTH IT. YOU LIVE

IN A HIGH-RISE BUILDING WITH A

BALCONY, GOT RUG RATS, THIS

STUFF IS A NECESSITY.

Christian: WHAT ABOUT IF YOU

LIVE ON A HOUSEBOAT?

Brad: YOU COULD BLOCK A DECK OFF

WITH IT, TOO. ACTUALLY, I

RECOMMEND DOING THAT. SHE LIKES

TO KEEP THE PORTHOLES OPEN.

Christian: WHO? GINA? HOW WOULD

YOU KNOW?

Brad: I DELIVERED SOME STUFF TO

HER YESTERDAY ON THE GOOD SHIP

LOLLIPOP. YOU'RE ONE LUCKY DUDE.

SOME WOMEN JUST TAKE TO

PREGNANCY.

Christian: LIKE I TOLD YOU,

BRAD, PREGNANT WOMEN ARE NOT MY

THING. I'VE DONE WAY TOO MANY

POSTDELIVERY TUMMY TUCKS.

Brad: YOU'RE MISSING THE BOAT,

DOC. PUN INTENDED. PREGNANCY

DOES WONDERS FOR A WOMAN'S SEX

DRIVE. THEY'RE INSATIABLE. YOU

WANT TO KNOW THE BEST TIME? 39

WEEKS.

Christian: WHY IS THAT, BRAD?

Brad: 2 REASONS. FIRST, YOU GET

TO COME INSIDE THEM, AND THERE'S

CHEMICALS IN THE SEMEN HELP

DILATE THE CERVIX AND BRING ON

LABOR. THEY'RE DESPERATE FOR IT.

SECOND, THEY START EXPELLING

BREAST MILK. YOU EVER TASTE THE

NECTAR OF THE GODS, HUH? SWEET.

Christian: WHY DON'T WE JUST,

UH, ORDER 50 YARDS OF FENCING

AND CALL IT A DAY?

Brad: OK, BUDDY, BUT TAKE MY

WORD FOR IT. YOU LIKED GINA

BEFORE SHE CONCEIVED, YOU'RE

GONNA LOVE HER NOW, MAN. SHE'S A

TIGRESS.

Christian: DID YOU SCREW HER?

Brad: WELL, YEAH. SHE TOLD ME

ABOUT YOU GUYS' SITUATION. I

THOUGHT WE WERE COOL.

Christian: YOU'RE BRAGGING TO ME

ABOUT BANGING THE MOTHER OF MY

UNBORN CHILD, AND YOU THINK I'M

GONNA BE COOL WITH THAT?

WHAT KIND OF SICK FETISH FREAK

ARE YOU?

Brad: SHE TOLD ME YOU WEREN'T

TOGETHER.

Christian: WHAT'S THE

DIFFERENCE? THAT'S MY GODDAMN

CHILD YOU'RE POKING AT!

Brad: I DIDN'T MEAN TO. I SWEAR.

SHE WAS JUST SO LONELY AND

BEAUTIFUL. YOU CAN'T SEE IT, BUT

I CAN.

Christian: OH, YOU--

[STUFFED ANIMAL SQUEAKS]

Christian: CANCEL MY ORDER!

AND STAY AWAY FROM MY KID!

[JULIA SIGHS]

Julia: HEY. CAN WE TALK?

Matt: SURE.

Julia: I'M SORRY. FOR YELLING AT

YOU YESTERDAY. YOUR DAD AND I

ARE GOING THROUGH A ROUGH PATCH.

I'M SURE IT WON'T--

Matt: NO, MOM, I THINK YOU'RE

RIGHT ABOUT DAD. SOMETHING IS

GOING ON.

Julia: WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?

Matt: WELL, BECAUSE HE WROTE ME

A CHECK TO BUY SOME SCHOOL

STUFF, AND THEY WOULDN'T CASH

IT. THE BOOKSTORE SAID IT WAS

OVERDRAWN.

Julia: ANNIE, HONEY, COME OVER

HERE, PLEASE.

Escobar: GO AHEAD, SWEETIE. GO

TO YOUR MOMMY.

Julia: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

Matt: GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE.

Escobar: NO NEED FOR ALARM,

GUYS. I'M A BUSINESS ASSOCIATE

OF SEAN'S. I WAS IN THE

NEIGHBORHOOD, AND I--

Julia: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, OR

I'M CALLING THE POLICE.

Escobar: LOVELY HOUSE.

OH.

THAT'S DELICIOUS. WHAT IS THAT?

THAT'S ORGANIC? TELL SEAN THAT I

STOPPED BY AND I MET HIS

BEAUTIFUL FAMILY. BYE, PUMPKIN.

Gina: OHH.

Gina: IF YOU WANT ME TO QUIT,

YOU SHOULD PRESCRIBE SOME

WELLBUTRIN.

Christian: NOT CIGARETTES, YOU

DUMB SLUT. HOW MANY COCKS HAVE

YOU HAD SINCE YOU BECAME

PREGNANT WITH MY BABY?

Gina: JUST BECAUSE I HAVE YOUR

ASSHOLE DNA INSIDE ME,

CHRISTIAN, DOESN'T MEAN YOU OWN

ME.

Christian: WHEN ARE YOU GONNA

REALIZE THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME AND

YOU? YOU'RE CARRYING A BABY.

THAT MEANS THERE'S MORE THAN ONE

LIFE DEPENDING ON THE WELL-BEING

OF YOUR BODY. YOU CAN'T JUST LET

SOME SICKO STICK HIS DICK INSIDE

YOU RIGHT NOW.

Gina: ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY

LOVE FOR THIS BABY?

Christian: ALONG WITH THE LOVE

YOU APPARENTLY DON'T HAVE FOR

YOURSELF, YES!

JESUS. WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

Gina: I'M CRYING BECAUSE I'M 35

YEARS OLD, I'M PREGNANT, AND I'M

ALONE! AND I JUST SLEPT WITH

SOME PERVERT WHO WANTED TO LICK

MY STOMACH WHILE I WENT DOWN ON

HIM.

Christian: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU

HAD SEX WITH THAT GUY.

Gina: IT WASN'T ABOUT SEX,

CHRISTIAN. IT WAS ABOUT...OHH.

IT WAS ABOUT REASSURANCE. FOR

JUST HALF AN HOUR, I FELT LIKE

I WASN'T ALONE IN THIS. I LOVE

THIS BABY SO MUCH, AND I KNOW

THIS IS PROBABLY MY LAST CHANCE

TO FEEL WHOLE, TO HAVE A

PURPOSE, BUT I CANNOT DO IT. I'M

NOT EQUIPPED. I CAN'T TAKE CARE

OF A BABY. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Christian: YOU CAN DO THIS,

GINA. YOU JUST...CAN'T DO IT

ALONE.

[CHRISTIAN BREATHES DEEPLY]

PACK YOUR THINGS.

Escobar: HEY, SEAN. JUST GIVE ME

A SECOND HERE, MAN.

Sean: IF YOU EVEN LOOK AT MY

FAMILY AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!

YOU UNDERSTAND? I WILL KILL YOU!

I WILL KILL YOU.

Pepe: PUTO.

LET ME CAP HIM, BOSS.

Escobar: NO. WE CAN'T SHOOT HIM.

HE'S THE TALENTED ONE. GET UP.

SIT HIM DOWN.

THAT WAS BRAVE, COMING INTO MY

HOUSE, ROUGHING UP MY SHIT.

YOU'RE NOT THE PUSSY I THOUGHT

YOU WERE.

Woman: ESCOBAR.

Escobar: WHAT?

Woman: WE DONE?

Escobar: DID I FINISH?

WHERE WERE WE?

Sean: WHY DID YOU THREATEN MY

FAMILY? I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING

YOU ASKED ME TO DO.

Escobar: YEAH, WELL, THIS IS

TRUE, SEAN. BUT I'M GOING TO BE

ASKING YOU TO DO MORE. AND

FRANKLY, I NEED TO GET THE

RESISTANCE THING OUT OF THE WAY.

AND YOU KNOW, NOW THAT YOU KNOW

THAT I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE,

THERE WON'T BE ANY RESISTANCE,

WILL THERE? YOU'LL CONTINUE TO

WORK ON MY CLIENTS, AND I'LL LET

YOUR FAMILY LIVE IN PEACE.

I WANT YOU TO WATCH SOMETHING.

TURN AROUND, MAMI.

NOW, YOU WATCH THIS, OK, AND YOU

REALIZE THAT IF I WANTED IT,

THIS...THIS COULD BE YOUR WIFE.

HA HA HA!

Christian: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Gina: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M

DOING?

Christian: I DON'T WANT YOU

SLEEPING ON THE COUCH.

Gina: HOW ABOUT THE BALCONY?

LEAST I CAN SMOKE IN PEACE

OUT THERE.

Christian: YOU CAN SLEEP WITH

ME. YOU'RE AN EXPECTANT MOTHER.

YOU NEED THE BACK SUPPORT. BUT

NO MONKEY BUSINESS.

Gina: BETTER NOT SNORE, ASSHOLE.

Christian: RIGHT BACK AT YOU.

Gina: OHH!

Christian: WHAT?

Gina: I JUST FELT THE BABY.

IT'S KICKING.

Christian: REALLY? WHAT'S IT

FEEL LIKE?

Christian: OHH!

WE'VE GOT A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

IN THERE. HEH! HE'S A FEISTY

LITTLE GUY, ISN'T HE?

Gina: OR A GIRL.

IT'S RUSSO.

Christian: WHAT?

Gina: MY LAST NAME. IT'S RUSSO.

Christian: OUR 2:00 IS HERE.

Sean: MS. GUTIERREZ, TELL US

WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT

YOURSELF.

Ms. Gutierrez: MY BREASTS.

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