Original subtitles

Christian: OH, YEAH.

SLOW IT DOWN.

[SIGHS] THAT'S RIGHT.

NOW USE BOTH HANDS. OHH!

Woman: SHH.

Christian: AND DON'T BE AFRAID

TO USE THAT EITHER, SWEETHEART.

OHH.

Woman: I DON'T USUALLY GET SO

MANY NOTES DURING A PERFORMANCE.

AM I NOT--

Christian: AMAZING? ABSOLUTELY.

Woman: IT MIGHT HELP MORE IF YOU

PAID ME A LITTLE ATTENTION

FIRST.

Christian: FIRST COME, FIRST

SERVED. WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?

SADDLE UP.

* STANDING ON THE CORNER,

JUST ME AND YOKO ONO,

WE WAS WAITING

FOR JERRY TO LAND *

Woman: OHH. AHH. OH, MY GOD.

Christian: RIGHT BACK AT YOU,

HUH?

Woman: DOWN--

Christian: SWEETHEART, I CAN'T

GET DOWN ANY FURTHER THAN I

ALREADY AM.

Woman: NO, NO. DOWN. I'M LIKE

SUPER ALLERGIC TO--AH-CHOO!

Liz Winters: THE GALL OF HER

LAWYER TO SAY THAT THE MORPHINE

MADE HER DO IT. LIBBY ZUCKER

BLEW HER BEST FRIEND'S HEAD OFF

OUT OF REVENGE, PURE AND SIMPLE.

Sean: WHAT'S NOT SIMPLE IS THE

WEEK WE HAVE TO SPEND IN COURT

TO CLEAR UP HER MESS.

Christian: OHH. AHEM.

Liz: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

HUSBAND COME HOME EARLY FROM

WORK?

Christian: ACTUALLY, LIZ, THE

MODEL THAT WAS SITTING ON MY

FACE THIS MORNING SNEEZED AND

JAMMED HER ENTIRE PUSSY--

Sean: CHRISTIAN!

Liz: WITH A MOUTH LIKE THAT, SHE

COULD HAVE DONE US ALL A FAVOR

AND BROKEN HIS JAW.

Christian: ON, COME ON, LIZ.

I THOUGHT FINALLY WE HAD

SOMETHING IN COMMON. ISN'T THIS

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NOSE?

Sean: WHERE YOU HEADED?

Christian: I GOT AN OPERATION

AT 9:00.

SEE YOU AFTER SURGERY.

Sean: I'M FINE. I HAVEN'T HAD

A SINGLE TREMOR IN 10 DAYS.

UROLOGIST VERIFIED IT WAS A

SYMPTOM OF PSYCHOSIS TRIGGERED

BY ANXIETY. NOT SURPRISINGLY,

NOW THAT MY MOTHER-IN-LAW'S

FACE-LIFT IS OVER, SO IS THE

ANXIETY.

Christian: WELCOME BACK,

PARTNER. CAN I--CAN I GET

A SECOND OPINION?

UP UNTIL NOW, THE WORST THING

THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO THIS

FACE IS ROUGH EXFOLIATE. I NEVER

EVEN HAD A PIMPLE AS A KID.

Sean: DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOUR

ORBITS ARE INVOLVED. MAYBE JUST

A DEVIATED SEPTUM ALONG WITH A

FRACTURED NASAL BONE. I'LL RESET

IT AFTER SURGERY. YOU'LL BE

FINE.

Christian: FINE? THIS FACE? NO.

YOU GOTTA MAKE IT WHAT IT WAS

BEFORE, SEAN. PERFECT.

Sean: I ONLY DO PERFECT.

REMEMBER?

Christian: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD.

IT'S THE HEMATOMA FROM HELL.

Sean: THIS PATIENT COULDN'T

AFFORD TO HAVE IT REMOVED EVEN

AT THIS STAGE. WE'RE DOING IT

PRO BONO. YOU EVER LANCE ONE

THIS BIG?

Christian: IN A NIGHTMARE ONCE.

WELL, THE QUICKER WE GET

ELEPHANT MAN OUT OF HERE,

THE QUICKER YOU CAN FIX MY NOSE.

Liz: OH, MY GOD!

Christian: NEED A PUMPER.

Sean: VASCULAR CLAMP.

Liz: HE'S TACKING.

Liz: HE'S LOSING PRESSURE, SEAN.

Sean: I GOT IT.

Christian: YOU GOT IT?

Sean: NEED A FINAL PULLEY.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Christian: WHAT THE HELL JUST

HAPPENED, SEAN?

* AHH *

* MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL *

* MAKE ME

A PERFECT SOUL,

A PERFECT MIND,

A PERFECT FACE,

A PERFECT

LIFE *

Sean: TELL ME WHAT YOU DON'T

LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF. IF I'M

GONNA WORK ON YOUR NOSE,

CHRISTIAN, I'D LIKE TO FOLLOW

THE SAME PROCEDURE WE DO FOR ALL

OUR PATIENTS.

Christian: WE'RE NOT HERE TO

TALK ABOUT MY NOSE, SEAN.

WE'RE HERE TO TALK ABOUT WHAT

JUST HAPPENED IN SURGERY.

Sean: NOTHING HAPPENED. IT WAS

A MINOR MISHAP.

Christian: YOU CALL THAT RIVER

OF BLOOD MINOR?

Sean: UNGER BUCKED FROM A BAD

ANESTHESIA REACTION. IT'S

HAPPENED BEFORE.

Christian: YOUR HAND PULSATED

AGAIN, SEAN.

Sean: NO, IT DIDN'T.

Christian: BULLSHIT! WHATEVER

YOUR PROBLEM IS, IT'S GETTING

WORSE.

Sean: IT'S NOT GETTING WORSE.

Christian: SO THERE IS A

PROBLEM?

Sean: SURGERY IS OUR LIVELIHOOD,

CHRISTIAN. DO YOU REALLY THINK

I'D HIDE SOMETHING FROM YOU

SERIOUS ENOUGH TO DESTROY IT?

LET ME TAKE A LOOK AGAIN.

Christian: DON'T.

IT HURTS. THAT'S ALL.

Sean: YOU DON'T TRUST ME TO

RESET YOUR NOSE.

Christian: IT'S JUST A HAIRLINE

FRACTURE. SURGERY MIGHT BE

UNNECESSARY.

Sean: WHAT ABOUT YOUR BURNING

NEED FOR PERFECTION? YOU'RE

THE ONE CONSTANTLY ESPOUSING

THE PHILOSOPHY THAT PLASTIC

SURGEONS CAN'T LOOK WORSE THAN

THEIR PATIENTS.

Christian: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT

WHAT ANYBODY ELSE THINKS, SEAN.

WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT IS WHAT

YOU'RE GONNA SAY TO UNGER WHEN

HE WAKES UP.

Student: HEY, MATT.

Matt: WHAT'S UP?

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

Man: MATT McNAMARA?

Matt: UH-HUH.

Man: I'M DETECTIVE COLLINS.

THIS IS DETECTIVE VOLPE FROM

MIAMI-DADE. MATT, ARE YOU AWARE

THAT YOUR FRIEND HENRY SHAPIRO

WAS ARRESTED LAST NIGHT?

Matt: HENRY? NO. WHY?

Det. Volpe: MATT, YOUR NAME CAME

UP RELATING TO A CRIME INVOLVING

CARA FITZGERALD. WE NEED YOU TO

ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS.

Det. Collins: 2 DAYS AGO, HENRY

ATTACKED AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTED

CARA ON HER WAY HOME FROM

SCHOOL. SHE'S IN THE HOSPITAL IN

SERIOUS CONDITION. HENRY'S BEING

HELD PENDING CHARGES.

Matt: MY GOD. THAT'S TERRIBLE.

I HAD NO IDEA.

Det. Collins: SO THAT'S YOUR

OFFICIAL STORY, MATT? YOU DON'T

KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT

HAPPENED TO CARA FITZGERALD?

Matt: NO.

Det. Volpe: HERE'S OUR CONTACT

INFORMATION. YOU CAN CALL US

AT ANY TIME.

Det. Collins: YOU DON'T WANT TO

LIE TO THE POLICE, MATT. WE FIND

OUT THERE'S MORE TO THIS STORY,

YOU COULD WIND UP IN JAIL RIGHT

ALONG WITH HENRY.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

Woman: THANK YOU.

Receptionist: YOU'RE WELCOME.

Teen: HOW DO YOU IMPROVE ON

THAT, HUH?

Christian: OH, THERE ARE WAYS.

BELIEVE ME.

Teen: CAN I ASK HOW YOU--

Christian: BEDROOM ACROBATICS.

Teen: ARE YOU HERE TO GET IT

RESET?

Christian: NO. THAT'S FOR WIMPS.

I'M HERE FOR A CONSULT WITH

DR. JORDAN ABOUT A SURGICAL

TECHNIQUE. SHE'S A COLLEAGUE

OF MINE.

Teen: CON--CONSULT? SHE DOESN'T

KNOW HOW TO OPERATE OR

SOMETHING?

Christian: DR. CHRISTIAN TROY.

Teen: CALVIN MURRAY.

Christian: WHATCHA HERE FOR,

CALVIN?

Calvin: IT'S KIND OF

EMBARRASSING.

Christian: THE ONLY THING TO BE

EMBARRASSED ABOUT IS NOT TAKING

ADVANTAGE OF A DOCTOR'S FREE

ADVICE.

Calvin: AHEM.

Christian: TRIPLE NIPPLE. VERY

RARE. I'M BETTING YOU'RE HERE

BECAUSE IT AFFECTS YOUR SEX

LIFE.

Calvin: IF I HAD ONE, YEAH.

I MEAN, I WON'T TAKE MY SHIRT

OFF AT THE BEACH.

Christian: AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO

TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF IN FRONT OF

DR. JORDAN? LET A CHICK IN

SCRUBS POKE AROUND YOUR CHEST?

COME BY MY OFFICE TOMORROW

AT 9:00.

Calvin: THIS SAYS 10:00.

Christian: MY WAITING ROOM IS

FILLED WITH BEAUTIFUL WOMEN LIKE

THE ONE THAT JUST STROLLED OUT

OF HERE. IF WE'RE GONNA REALLY

FIX YOUR PROBLEM, I'D LIKE TO

MAKE A FEW INTRODUCTIONS

BEFOREHAND.

Calvin: AWESOME! HA HA HA!

WELL, THANKS, DR. TROY.

Christian: MY PLEASURE. I'D

LEAVE BEFORE SHE COMES OR YOU

MIGHT GET CHARGED FOR THE VISIT.

Calvin: RIGHT. RIGHT. COOL.

WELL, I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

Christian: GREAT.

Monica Jordan: DR. TROY.

WHAT A SURPRISE.

Christian: GOOD TO SEE YOU,

MONICA.

Monica: I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT

WHEN I SAW YOU ON MY APPOINTMENT

SHEET. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR

NOSE?

Christian: THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.

I BROKE IT PLAYING A GAME OF

HOOPS WITH THE BOYS. I'M LOOKING

TO GET A RHINOPLASTY ASAP.

HOW'S YOUR SCHEDULE?

Monica: I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

YOUR PARTNER'S SEAN McNAMARA.

WHY'S HE NOT FIXING IT FOR YOU?

Sean: THE SCAR'S GONNA FEEL

TIGHT FOR A WHILE, BUT OTHERWISE

YOU'RE HEALING NICELY.

Unger: AHEM. WHEW. WHAT DO YOU

THINK, JESS?

Jesse: I KIND OF MISS IT.

Unger: MISS IT? IT SCARED

PEOPLE.

Jesse: WELL, IT WAS A PART OF

YOU. I LOVE YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR

FAULTS, NOT DESPITE THEM.

Unger: CAN I GET DRESSED NOW,

DOC? I GOTTA GET BACK TO WORK.

Sean: I'M AFRAID I CAN'T LET YOU

LEAVE JUST YET, MR. UNGER. THERE

WAS A SMALL COMPLICATION DURING

SURGERY. YOU LOST AN EXCESS

AMOUNT OF BLOOD. WE NEED TO KEEP

YOU HERE FOR ANOTHER DAY OF

OBSERVATION. LIZ?

Unger: ANOTHER DAY?

Liz: ONLY AS A PRECAUTION.

Jesse: WHAT HAPPENED?

Sean: YOUR HUSBAND SPASMED

DURING MY INITIAL INCISION.

A SUPERFICIAL ARTERY WAS NICKED.

I SUSPECT IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAD

AN ADVERSE REACTION TO THE

ANESTHESIA.

Unger: I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I DON'T FEEL WEAK OR ANYTHING.

I FEEL FINE.

Sean: THAT'S WHAT WE WANT TO

HEAR.

Linda: SORRY TO INTERRUPT, BUT

THERE'S A GENTLEMAN IN THE LOBBY

WHO INSISTS ON SEEING YOU. IT'S

ABOUT MATT.

Matt: SO WHAT DO I DO NOW?

Sean: MATT, HENRY'S FATHER CAME

BY TO SEE ME AT THE OFFICE

TODAY. HE TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED

TO CARA.

Julia McNamara: WHY DIDN'T YOU

TELL US?

Matt: I GUESS I DIDN'T PROCESS

IT YET.

Sean: HENRY'S SAYING YOU WERE

INVOLVED.

Matt: I DIDN'T RAPE ANYBODY.

Sean: THAT'S NOT WHAT HENRY'S

SAYING. HE TOLD HIS FATHER YOU

BOTH HIT CARA WITH HENRY'S CAR

6 MONTHS AGO AND THEN LEFT THE

SCENE.

Julia: WHAT A GUILTY PERSON WILL

DO TO DEFLECT HIS CRIME. TO LIE

LIKE THAT SO BLATANTLY. HIS OWN

FATHER DOESN'T EVEN BELIEVE HIM.

ISN'T THAT WHAT HE TOLD YOU?

Sean: IN SO MANY WORDS. HENRY'S

FATHER DID ASK IF YOU WOULD COME

IN AND GIVE A STATEMENT TO HIS

LAWYER. YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY.

ARE YOU OK WITH THAT?

Julia: I HAVE TO GO GET ANNIE.

Matt: WHAT?

Sean: DID YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO

DO WITH THAT HIT-AND-RUN, MATT?

Matt: HOW COULD YOU EVEN ASK ME

THAT?

Sean: I DID FIND IT SLIGHTLY ODD

THAT YOU BEGGED ME TO

RECONSTRUCT THE FACE OF A GIRL

I WASN'T AWARE YOU KNEW PRIOR

TO THE ACCIDENT.

Matt: DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I

COULD HIDE SOMETHING FROM YOU

THAT COULD DESTROY MY WHOLE LIFE

LIKE THAT? YOU KNOW WHAT, DAD,

I'LL TELL MY SIDE OF THE STORY

TO HENRY'S LAWYER. I'M SURE

HE'LL BELIEVE ME.

Calvin: WHERE'S YOUR PARTNER?

I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE

DOING THIS.

Sean: I CAN ASSURE YOU YOU'RE

IN VERY GOOD HANDS.

Calvin: DO YOU KNOW HOW

DR. TROY'S CONSULT WITH THAT

OTHER SURGEON WENT?

Sean: WHAT OTHER SURGEON?

Calvin: DR. JORDAN. WE MET IN

HER OFFICE. HE WAS GONNA SHOW

HER HOW TO OPERATE OR SOMETHING.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY LET DOCTORS

THAT DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE

DOING CUT INTO PEOPLE?

Liz: WE'RE READY TO PREP HIM.

Sean: MR. MURRAY, THE LADIES

WILL ESCORT YOU TO SURGERY.

WE'LL BEGIN MOMENTARILY.

Liz: YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO

CHECK UP ON ME? MAKE SURE I'M

HANDLING EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

JUST A MINUTE, SEAN. WE GOT TO

SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT. I

RECHECKED MY NUMBERS ON UNGER.

EVEN THE BIZ SHOWED HE WAS DEEP.

Sean: MAYBE YOU READ THE MONITOR

WRONG.

Liz: MACHINES DON'T MAKE

MISTAKES, SEAN. PEOPLE DO.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Christian: YOU'RE HERE FOR PREP

EARLY.

[WATER RUNNING]

Sean: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME

YOU MET OUR TRIPLE NIPPLE AT

DR. JORDAN'S OFFICE?

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE HER DO YOUR

RHINOPLASTY, AREN'T YOU?

Christian: THAT'S RIGHT. I AM.

YOU CAUGHT ME RED-HANDED, SEAN.

I'M CHEATING ON YOU.

Sean: THIS PARTNERSHIP IS

A GODDAMN JOKE.

Sean: I HAVE ONE MINOR MISHAP

AFTER 15 IMPECCABLE YEARS OF

SURGERY, AND SUDDENLY ALL YOUR

TRUST SWIRLS DOWN THE DRAIN.

DID YOU FORGET WHOSE TALENT

BUILT THIS BUSINESS?

Christian: YOUR TALENT? LET'S

TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR RECORD ON

TALENT, SHALL WE, SEAN? YOU'RE

THE ONE WHO LEFT THE CAUTERY TIP

IN MRS. GRUBMAN, NOT ME.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FAILED THE

REVIEW BOARDS, NOT ME. AND

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ALMOST CUT

OFF UNGER'S HEAD THE OTHER DAY,

NOT ME!

[UPTEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

Liz: IS THIS GONNA BE PISTOLS

AT 20 PACES OR IS SOMEONE GONNA

GET TO WORK HERE?

Christian: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING

FOR, SEAN?

GIVE ME THE SCALPEL.

GIVE ME THE SCALPEL, SEAN.

* ALL HIS DETERMINATION

TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE,

ALL HIS DETERMINATION *

Christian: NOW LEAVE.

* YOU CAN FIND IT IF YOU

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET IT GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET IT GO *

[DOOR CLOSES]

Julia: I THINK YOU'RE MEANT TO

LET A DOCTOR TAKE OFF YOUR

BANDAGES, MOTHER.

Erica: I AM A DOCTOR, DARLING.

OHH. I'M THRILLED WITH THE

RESULTS. ABSOLUTELY THRILLED.

Julia: IS IT PAINFUL?

Erica: EVERYTHING JUST THROBS.

Julia: DID YOU DRAIN YOUR FLUIDS

TODAY? SEAN SAID TO ME--

Erica: I WAS GOING TO DO THAT

NOW IF YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE.

Julia: WELL, HERE, LET ME HELP

YOU.

Erica: PLEASE. HOLD UP THE

MIRROR WILL YOU? WHAT'S WRONG

NOW? IS THIS TOO DISTURBING

FOR YOU?

Julia: WHAT'S DISTURBING ME IS

SOME NEWS I GOT THE OTHER DAY

ABOUT MATT'S FRIEND HENRY. HE

RAPED A FRIEND OF THEIRS.

Erica: HOW OLD?

Julia: 16 AND SO SWEET. I DON'T

UNDERSTAND HOW A BOY WHO IS SO

YOUNG AND EASY-GOING COULD--

Erica: LOSE CONTROL LIKE THAT?

DO YOU WANT MY PROFESSIONAL

OPINION?

Julia: CAN'T WE PRETEND WE'RE

HAVING A CONVERSATION WITHOUT

DRAGGING YOUR CREDENTIALS INTO

THIS?

Erica: I'LL TELL YOU EXACTLY

WHY HE DID IT. CHILDREN THESE

DAYS ARE UNDER THE SAME PRESSURE

AS ADULTS ARE. SOCIETY'S

CONSTANTLY PUSHING THEM TOWARD

PERFECTION. IT'S THE PARENTS'

FAULT, REALLY. ALL THESE BABY

BOOMERS GREW UP WITH HIGH

EXPECTATIONS OF WHAT LIFE SHOULD

BE, THEN THEY WOKE UP IN MIDDLE

AGE AND BECAME UNGLUED.

Julia: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

Erica: IT'S CALLED TRANSFERENCE.

THE PARENTS NEVER LEARNED HOW TO

DEAL WITH THEIR OWN FAILURES, SO

THEY PASS THEIR OWN UNREALISTIC

EXPECTATIONS ON TO THEIR KIDS.

THEY PUT PRESSURE ON THEM

TO EXCEL IN SCHOOL,

IN RELATIONSHIPS, AND IT'S TOO

MUCH.

Julia: DO YOU THINK MATT FEELS

THAT WAY? I DON'T THINK I TRY

TO PRESSURE HIM.

Erica: ALL THIS IS UNCONSCIOUS,

JULIA, BUT, YES, I THINK YOU DO.

THAT'S WHY HE'S SO QUIET. HE

WANTS TO APPEAR IN CONTROL EVEN

WHEN HE'S NOT.

Julia: YOU MAKE HIM SOUND LIKE

HE'S SOME SORT OF TICKING TIME

BOMB.

Erica: IT'S SIMPLE PSYCHOLOGY,

REALLY. IF YOU'RE IN AN

ENVIRONMENT WHERE YOU FEEL YOU

CAN'T FAIL, SOONER OR LATER

YOU'LL EXPLODE.

[MUSIC BEGINS]

* ALL HIS DETERMINATION

TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE *

[CAR ALARM RINGING]

* YOU CAN FIND IT IF YOU

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET IT GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET GO,

JUST LET IT GO *

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Monica: HMM. OK, JUST--

Christian: I NEVER DO 2

CONSULTATIONS FOR RHINOPLASTY.

WHY CAN'T WE SCHEDULE AND GET IT

OVER WITH?

Monica: BECAUSE THAT'S NOT THE

WAY I WORK, DR. TROY.

Christian: ANOTHER

PERFECTIONIST, HUH? I THOUGHT

YOU MIGHT BE LOOKING FOR A

LITTLE MORE THAN A CONSULT.

Monica: NO. JUST LIKE TO TAKE

MY TIME AND BE THOROUGH.

Christian: WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ADMINISTER

A LOCAL, RESET THE FRACTURE, AND

STABILIZE IT.

Monica: MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO DO

THIS PROCEDURE YOURSELF? COULD

SAVE AN AWFUL LOT OF MONEY.

Christian: I'M SORRY. ROUGH DAY

AT THE OFFICE. [SIGHS] DON'T YOU

FIND THAT WORKING HARD ALL DAY

CAN BUILD STRESS? I KNOW HOW I

LIKE TO RELEASE THAT TENSION.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Monica: UM...HOW IS THURSDAY

FOR YOU?

Christian: THAT'S IT? WE'RE

DONE?

Monica: UNLESS THERE'S SOMETHING

ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO TELL ME HOW

TO DO, YES.

Christian: NOW THAT YOU MENTION

IT.

* I GOT KISSED BY A LADY,

LOOK AT ME,

I GOT KISSED BY A LADY *

Christian: I HAVEN'T HAD AN

ALL-OVER BODY MOLE CHECK IN

A WHILE. PERHAPS YOU COULD TAKE

A LOOK? SEEING AS YOU'RE SO...

THOROUGH.

* YEAH! *

Monica: WOULD YOU LIKE A GOWN?

Christian: ACTUALLY, DOCTOR, ON

OCCASION I SUNBATHE IN THE BUFF.

A SCROTUM MELANOMA IS A STAIN

I DON'T WANT ON THIS BIRTHDAY

SUIT.

* SEXY, BUT DAMN,

I WANT YOUR BODY *

Monica: YEAH, LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE

GOT MORE THAN YOUR SHARE DOWN

HERE.

Christian: WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE.

OH, JESUS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU

DOING?

Monica: WELL, NO MOLES, BUT I'D

RECOMMEND SOME LIPO FOR THOSE

HIPS.

Christian: ARE YOU SAYING I HAVE

LOVE HANDLES? [SCOFFS] I DO NOT

HAVE LOVE HANDLES.

Monica: OH, NOT THAT IT'S

NOTICEABLE TO THE UNTRAINED EYE,

BUT TO A PROFESSIONAL--

Christian: HEY, I AM

A PROFESSIONAL, SWEETHEART.

DON'T TRY AND SELL ME SOMETHING

I DON'T NEED.

Monica: YOU'RE 40 YEARS OLD,

DR. TROY. A FEW PREVENTATIVE

MEASURES NOW COULD HELP YOU

HOLD ON TO YOUR CURRENT LOOK FOR

ANOTHER 5 YEARS. I'D RECOMMEND

SCHEDULING THE LIPO AND SOME

RESTALIN TO SOFTEN THOSE PUPPET

LINES AROUND THE MOUTH DURING

THE SAME APPOINTMENT.

Christian: MEN HALF MY AGE WANT

TO LOOK AS GOOD AS THIS, OK?

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS THE

WORK DONE, DOCTOR--LASIK.

Julia: HEY.

Sean: I NEED THE NUMBER OF OUR

INSURANCE ADJUSTER.

Julia: DID YOU JUST HAVE AN

ACCIDENT?

Sean: THERE WAS A CAR BLOCKING

MY SPACE AT WORK. I BACKED INTO

IT SO I COULD GET OUT.

Julia: YOU RAN INTO ANOTHER CAR

ON PURPOSE?

Sean: I THINK 4 TIMES QUALIFIES

AS ON PURPOSE, YES!

Julia: SEAN, WHAT IS GOING ON?

WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY?

Sean: BECAUSE IT WAS MY PARKING

SPACE, JULIA! I WORK 70 GODDAMN

HOURS A WEEK FOR IT! YOU DON'T

BLOCK A MAN IN WHEN HE'S WORKING

HIS ASS OFF ALL DAY TO PROVIDE

FOR HIS FAMILY!

Julia: OH, HONEY. IT'S OK.

Sean: COULD YOU STILL LOVE ME

IF I WASN'T A SURGEON, JULIA?

IF WE HAD TO MOVE OUT OF THIS

HOUSE?

Julia: OF COURSE I'D STILL LOVE

YOU.

Sean: I CAN'T OPERATE ANYMORE.

I'M HAVING A PROBLEM WITH MY

HAND. IT SHAKES EVERY TIME I

PICK UP A SCALPEL.

Julia: A NEUROLOGICAL PROBLEM?

Sean: I HAD MARTY FINE CHECK ME

OUT LAST WEEK. IT'S NOTHING

PHYSICAL. IT'S ALL UP HERE.

Julia: YOU MEAN IT'S ALL

PSYCHOLOGICAL?

Sean: WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT

MAKE? I CAN'T KEEP MY HAND

STEADY.

Julia: THE DIFFERENCE IS, IS

THAT IF IT'S ALL PSYCHOLOGICAL,

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERMANENT.

YOU'RE PUTTING YOURSELF UNDER

SO MUCH PRESSURE ALL THE TIME,

SEAN, TO BE PERFECT. I'M

SURPRISED SOMETHING LIKE THIS

HASN'T HAPPENED SOONER.

Sean: WELL, THERE'S NOTHING

WRONG WITH WANTING TO BE

PERFECT.

Julia: ONLY IF YOU'RE WILLING

TO FAIL.

[P.A. ANNOUNCEMENTS]

Henry: I KNEW YOU'D FINALLY

COME.

Matt: OH!

Guard: NO CONTACT TILL THE

VISIT'S OVER. GOT ME?

Matt: YEAH.

Henry: THIS PLACE IS CRAZY,

MATT. I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

MUCH LONGER IN HERE.

Matt: SHH! HENRY, WHAT ARE YOU

DOING TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT THE

ACCIDENT?

Henry: I HAD TO. IT'S THE ONLY

WAY I CAN GET OUT OF THIS PLACE.

Matt: HENRY, YOU'RE IN HERE FOR

RAPING CARA. ADMITTING THAT YOU

WERE INVOLVED IN A HIT-AND-RUN

AGAINST HER ISN'T GONNA SET YOU

FREE.

Henry: BUT IT'LL GET ME INTO A

HOSPITAL. MY LAWYER SAYS HE CAN

PLEAD TEMPORARY INSANITY FOR THE

RAPE IF HE CAN PROVE I WAS UNDER

EMOTIONAL DURESS AT THE TIME,

WHICH I WAS BECAUSE OF WHAT WE

DID.

Matt: SO NOW YOU WANT TO DRAG ME

INTO THIS JUST BECAUSE YOU

SNAPPED? EVERYTHING WAS FINE.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS PLAY COOL

AND STAY AWAY FROM HER AND NONE

OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.

YOU DISGUST ME. HOW COULD YOU

RAPE A GIRL WHO'S SO FRAGILE

AND NAIVE?

Henry: HOW COULD YOU DO WHAT

YOU DID, MATT?

Matt: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

Henry: YOU PRETEND THAT WHAT

WE DID WAS OK!

DOESN'T--DOESN'T THE PRESSURE

GET TO YOU SOMETIMES, MATT?

AREN'T YOU AT ALL HAUNTED BY

WHAT WE DID?

YOU SEE, THAT'S WHAT WAS SO

BEAUTIFUL ABOUT CARA. SHE WAS--

SHE WAS SO PURE. SHE COULD NEVER

DO WHAT WE DID--LEAVE SOMEONE

DYING IN A DITCH. I GUESS I JUST

THOUGHT IF I COULD GET SOMEONE

LIKE THAT TO LOVE ME, THEN...

MAYBE I WOULDN'T BE A BAD PERSON

ANYMORE AND...GOD COULD FORGIVE

ME FOR WHAT I DID. WHEN SHE

FINALLY SAID SHE'D NEVER GO OUT

WITH ME, I KNEW I'D LOST MY

CHANCE FOR ABSOLUTION. YOU TAKE

AWAY SOMEONE'S CHANCE TO BE

SAVED, MATT, YOU TAKE AWAY THEIR

SOUL. I KNOW. I KNOW.

Matt: YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN IN

THIS, HENRY.

Henry: DON'T GO.

Matt: I'M SORRY.

Henry: DON'T GO, PLEASE.

YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME IN HERE!

THEY'RE GONNA RAPE ME, MATT!

Guard: WHAT DID I TELL YOU?

Henry: HELP ME, MATT, PLEASE!

YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! PLEASE!

PLEASE!

[HENRY SOBS]

Christian: AHH. TELL ME HOW SEXY

I AM. I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT.

Gina: YOU'RE SEXY.

Christian: YOU LOVE MY BODY,

DON'T YOU?

Gina: MMM. YEAH. I WANT TO TOUCH

YOU.

Christian: YEAH. AH, YOU LIKE MY

ASS, RIGHT? TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU

LIKE MY ROCK-HARD ASS. OHH.

SAY IT. SAY IT!

Gina: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK

I AM ALL OF A SUDDEN, HUH?

Christian: RIGHT NOW, I'M

IMAGINING YOU AS A BRILLIANT

PLASTIC SURGEON.

Gina: IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU?

JUST A HOLE TO FILL?

GET OFF ME.

GET OFF ME, YOU ASSHOLE!

Christian: CHRIST! WHEN ARE YOU

GONNA GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD,

GINA? THE SEX BETWEEN US IS JUST

THAT--SEX! NO STRINGS ATTACHED!

YOU WANT TO CONNECT WITH

SOMEBODY, PAY A SHRINK.

I THOUGHT I WAS DOING YOU

A FAVOR.

Gina: SCREW YOU, CHRISTIAN.

I'D GONE 9 MONTHS WITHOUT A

SEXUAL ENCOUNTER. I HADN'T EVEN

MASTURBATED, AND THEN YOU--YOU

BAT YOUR EYES AT ME, YOU TALK

SO NICE TO ME. I THOUGHT THIS

TIME WAS GONNA BE DIFFERENT.

Christian: OH, WHY WOULD TONIGHT

BE ANY DIFFERENT?

Gina: YOU'RE HIDEOUS, YOU KNOW

THAT? AND NOW IN A FIT OF

KARMA, YOU'RE AS UGLY ON

THE OUTSIDE AS YOU ARE ON

THE INSIDE.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[HAMMER STRIKES]

Sean: CHRISTIAN?

Christian: IN HERE.

Sean: HOW BAD IS IT?

Christian: SEE FOR YOURSELF.

Sean: JESUS. OH. YOU NEED TO

CLEAN THIS UP. WHAT IN THE HELL

WERE YOU DOING?

Christian: I MANAGED TO MAKE A

CUT WITH THE 11 BLADE. BUT WHEN

I REACHED FOR THE OSTEOTOME AND

SET UP TO BREAK THE BRIDGE,

GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.

Sean: YOU REALIZED HOW

COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS YOU WERE

BEING?

Christian: MY HANDS STARTED TO

SHAKE. I WAS STARING AT MYSELF

IN THE MIRROR, AND I REALIZE I'M

ALONE. MY NOSE WAS BLEEDING, AND

THE ONLY PERSON I TRUSTED WAS

MYSELF. I COULDN'T HANDLE THE

PRESSURE. I CHOKED.

Sean: AT LEAST YOU HAD THE SENSE

TO STOP YOURSELF BEFORE YOU DID

MORE HARM.

Christian: NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT

YOU'RE GOING THROUGH, SEAN. THAT

ANXIETY. IF I TREATED EVERY

PATIENT THE SAME WAY I TREATED

MY FACE...I COULDN'T MANAGE.

THAT'S WHAT YOU DO EVERY DAY.

I SCHEDULED MYSELF FOR SURGERY.

TOMORROW AT 8 A.M. YOU'RE GONNA

FIX THIS PROPERLY.

Sean: ME? NO, I'M NOT READY FOR

THAT. WHAT ABOUT YOUR NEED FOR--

Christian: THIS IS ABOUT MORE

THAN JUST MY FACE, SEAN. IT'S

ABOUT OUR FUTURE.

Liz: SEAN? SEAN? SEAN? HE'S

PREPPED AND READY FOR TWILIGHT.

PLACE YOUR FAT NOGGIN ON THE

PILLOW FOR ME, SLEEPING BEAUTY.

Christian: YOU LOOK FANTASTIC.

HAVE YOU LOST WEIGHT?

Liz: IF YOU THINK ONE LOUSY

COMPLIMENT IS GONNA STOP ME FROM

KILLING YOU AFTER ALL THE SHIT

YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH, THINK

AGAIN.

YOU'RE GOING TO BE FINE.

Christian: I KNOW I AM.

Liz: COUNT BACKWARDS FROM 10 FOR

ME.

Christian: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6--

Sean: STOP THE ANESTHESIA, LIZ.

I CAN'T DO IT, CHRISTIAN. CALL

DR. JORDAN. I'M SORRY.

Christian: TELL YOU WHAT. IF I

THINK YOU'RE NOT DOING A GOOD

JOB, I'LL STEP IN MYSELF. FAIR

ENOUGH?

Sean: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

ABOUT?

Christian: LET'S PACK MY NOSE.

NUMB IT WITH 10 CCs OF

LIDOCAINE, AND I'LL NEED YOU TO

HOLD A MIRROR IN FRONT OF MY

FACE SO I CAN SEE WHAT'S GOING

ON.

I DON'T WANT DR. JORDAN, SEAN. I

TRUST YOU. I'LL STAY AWAKE THE

WHOLE TIME. WE'LL DO THE

OPERATION TOGETHER.

Sean: ARE YOU CRAZY? I'M NOT

PERFORMING A RHINOPLASTY ON AN

UNANESTHESIZED PATIENT.

Christian: NOT ALONE, YOU'RE

NOT. I'LL ASSIST. HEY, I TRIED

TO ALIGN IT MYSELF. DIDN'T WORK

FOR ME, EITHER. I THINK WE BOTH

WORK BETTER AS A TEAM.

LIZ.

Sean: 15 BLADE.

I NEED TO RESET THE SEPTUM

BEFORE I CAN PROPERLY SET IT

STRAIGHT.

Liz: EVEN WITH THE LOCAL YOU'RE

GONNA FEEL THE BONE BREAK. LET

ME GIVE YOU SOME VERSED JUST TO

RELAX YOU.

Christian: AND MISS ALL THE FUN?

NO WAY.

Sean: CHISEL.

RAISE THE LIGHT OVER HIS HEAD.

HAMMER.

Christian: YOU'RE DOING GREAT.

BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT.

YOU'VE DONE 1,000 NOSE JOBS IN

YOUR CAREER, AND YOU ARE GONNA

DO 1,000 MORE.

OH! UNH! UHH!

Sean: OK, BREATHE. THAT'S GOOD.

BREATHE.

Christian: OOH! UNH! AHH!

Sean: ALL RIGHT, LADIES. LET'S

STITCH HIM UP AND WHEEL HIM OFF

TO RECOVERY.

Sean: THANK YOU.

Christian: THANK YOU.

Sean: YOU WANNA GO OVER WHAT

YOU'RE GONNA SAY? HENRY'S

FATHER'S ALREADY IN THERE. I

TALKED TO HIS ATTORNEY AGAIN. HE

TOLD ME IF THE STORY ABOUT THE

HIT-AND-RUN WAS TRUE, SINCE NO

ONE DIED, THE WHOLE CASE COULD

PROBABLY BE PLEA BARGAINED--

Matt: JESUS, DAD. WHO DO YOU

CARE MORE ABOUT, ME OR HENRY?

Sean: THAT'S SILLY. YOU'RE MY

SON, MATT.

Matt: RIGHT. AND HENRY WAS THE

ONE WHO RAPED CARA. SO WHY ARE

YOU SO INTERESTED IN HAVING ME

HELP HIM GET OFF?

Sean: THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M

SAYING.

Matt: WELL, THEN, WHAT IS IT,

DAD? BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T

TRUST ME.

Sean: I'M SAYING I WANT YOU TO

TRUST ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT

ADMITTING YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE

IS OK.

Matt: DRIVING INTO SOMEONE AND

RUNNING AWAY IS JUST A MISTAKE

TO YOU?

Sean: YES. AS A MATTER OF FACT,

I DID THE SAME THING THE OTHER

DAY. I USED SOME BAD JUDGMENT

DURING A TIME OF CRISIS AND I

OVERREACTED. BUT I TOOK

RESPONSIBILITY FOR IT. RELYING

ON ANOTHER PERSON'S FAITH WHEN

YOU DON'T HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELF

ISN'T EASY, BUT YOU GOTTA TRUST

ME. WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS...

IS THAT I LOVE YOU, MATT.

Matt: AND IF--IF I ACTUALLY

ADMIT IT, THAT I RAN OVER

SOMEONE AND LEFT THE SCENE OF

THE CRIME, YOU'D STILL FEEL THAT

WAY? YOU'D STILL STAND BY ME?

Sean: NO MATTER WHAT.

Man: WE'RE READY.

PRESENT TODAY ARE RICHARD

SHAPIRO, HENRY'S FATHER, SEAN

McNAMARA, AND HIS SON MATT

McNAMARA. MATT IS HERE OF HIS

OWN FREE WILL AND HAS AGREED TO

GIVE A DEPOSITION RELATING TO A

PURPORTED CRIME THAT OCCURRED

SOME 9 MONTHS AGO. MATT, AT THIS

TIME, I NEED TO REMIND YOU THIS

IS A VERY SERIOUS MATTER AND

WILL BE GOING ON RECORD AS PART

OF THIS INVESTIGATION. DO YOU

SWEAR TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE

WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT?

Matt: YES, SIR.

Man: VERY WELL, THEN. FIRST

QUESTION. MATT, WERE YOU IN ANY

WAY, AS HENRY SHAPIRO HAS

STATED, INVOLVED IN A HIT-AND-

RUN ACCIDENT AGAINST CARA

FITZGERALD?

Matt: NO.

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