Original subtitles

Sean: MS. MABIKA, TELL ME WHAT

YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Ms. Mabika: MY...

CLITORIS.

Christian: AND THE PROBLEM WITH

IT IS?

Ms. Mabika: I WANT AN ORGASM. IN

AMERICA, ON MY MODELING SHOOTS,

I MEET WOMEN WHO ENJOY HAVING

SEX. SEX, SEX, SEX, ALL THE

TIME.

Christian: WELL, THEY DO TAKE A

BREAK EVERY NOW AND THEN.

Ms. Mabika: I WAS VICTIM OF

FEMALE GENITAL MUTILATION.

THE DODJA--THE MIDWIFE--SHE

SAID I WAS THE WORST GIRL SHE

EVER CUT...BECAUSE OF ALL THE

SCREAMING. MY MOTHER HAD TO SIT

ON ME AND HOLD MY LEGS OPEN

WHILE THE WITCH SLICED OFF MY

CLITORIS WITH A SHARP PIECE OF

GLASS. AND THEN SHE USED IT TO

TEAR OUT THE FOLD SURROUNDING

IT.

Christian: I DIDN'T THINK THIS

SORT OF THING STILL WENT ON.

Ms. Mabika: IN SOMALIA, OVER 90%

OF THE WOMEN HAVE IT DONE. IT

IS A FATOIS--ONE OF THE 10

OBLIGATIONS A WOMAN MUST ADHERE

TO IF SHE WISHES TO ATTAIN

PERFECTION.

Sean: AND IF YOU REFUSE?

Ms. Mabika: AN UNCUT WOMAN

CANNOT MARRY. SHE IS CONSIDERED

MASCULINE, UNCLEAN. SEXUAL URGES

BELONG ONLY TO THE MALE. SO I

AM ASKING YOU--CAN YOU GIVE ME

AN ORGASM?

Sean: UH, THAT MAY NOT BE

POSSIBLE.

Ms. Mabika: THIS IS AMERICA.

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

Sean: ANYTHING, BUT NOT

EVERYTHING. WE CAN CERTAINLY

RECONSTRUCT YOUR PUDENDA, BUT AS

FAR AS REBUILDING A CLITORIS--

Christian: ACTUALLY, AHEM, THERE

IS A, UH, AN EXPERIMENTAL

PROCEDURE. IT'S CALLED A FREE

FLAP TRANSFER, WHERE WE TAKE THE

TIP FROM ONE OF YOUR TOES AND

ATTACH IT TO THE CLITORAL AREA.

Sean: BUT IT'S ONLY BEEN TRIED A

FEW TIMES. THE CHANCES FOR A

SUCCESSFUL GRAFT AREN'T OPTIMAL.

Ms. Mabika: BUT IF THERE IS EVEN

A LITTLE CHANCE...PLEASE, DR.

McNAMARA. WHAT HAVE I GOT TO

LOSE?

Christian: I CAME UP WITH THE

IDEA. I'M DOING IT. YOU CAN

ASSIST.

Sean: WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

MICROSURGICAL FREE TISSUE

REPLANTATION. IT CAN'T JUST LOOK

PRETTY. IT'S GOT TO WORK.

Christian: YOU MIGHT BE MORE

ADEPT AT NERVE REATTACHMENT,

SEAN, BUT I AM A GODDAMN GENIUS

WHEN IT COMES TO PUSSY. IF I

BUILD IT, SHE WILL COME.

Sean: WELL, THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD

LET LIZ OPERATE. SHE KNOWS MORE

ABOUT THE CLITORIS THAN EITHER

OF US. SORRY, LIZ. I MEANT

BECAUSE YOU'RE A WOMAN--

Liz: OH, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT.

HOW CAN YOU READ THIS AND REMAIN

UNAFFECTED? MANYA MABIKA HAS

BEEN HIDEOUSLY DISFIGURED SO

THAT A MAN COULD USE HER AS A

BLOW-UP DOLL. DO YOU THINK YOU

COULD CHUCK YOUR MALE EGOS FOR A

SEC AND PICK THE BEST SURGEON

FOR THE JOB?

RIGHT. WHAT WAS I THINKING? OK.

CALL IT.

Christian: TAILS.

Liz: CONGRATULATIONS. YOU WANT

TO KNOW ANYTHING, I'M HERE FOR

YOU.

Gina: SHIT EMERGENCY.

Christian: GOOD MORNING TO YOU,

TOO.

Gina: UGH. I WAS DOWN THE BLOCK

HAVING BREAKFAST WITH MY SPONSOR

WHEN I RAN OUT OF DIAPERS.

[BABY WHIMPERS]

Gina: THAT KID IS A FECES

FACTORY. HE'S COVERED IN SHIT UP

TO HIS NECK. UGH! IF THIS

SMELL DOESN'T MAKE YOU THINK

TWICE BEFORE HAVING SEX, NOTHING

WILL. UGH.

[BABY CRYING]

Christian: YOU HEAR THAT,

WILBUR? MOMMY SAYS YOU SMELL SO

BAD THAT SHE'S CLOSING DOWN FORT

BUSHY. GOOD JOB.

Christian: I KNOW. IT'S NOT AS

MUCH FUN AS SITTING IN YOUR OWN

POOP, BUT SOMEDAY YOU'LL BE ABLE

TO PAY SOME BEAUTIFUL LADY TO

DO THIS TO YOU ALL DAY. YES, YOU

WILL. YES.

[MAKES KISSING SOUND]

YUCKY, YUCKY, YUCKY.

Gina: YOU'RE GOOD. I'M ALWAYS SO

NERVOUS WHEN I GIVE HIM A BATH.

Christian: YOU RELAX, HE'LL

RELAX. THERE WE GO. LOOK! ALL

CLEAN! HUH? WHAT HAPPENED? HUH?

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU'RE ALL

CLEAN ALL OF A SUDDEN. COME ON,

MY LITTLE BOY. OH. THERE YOU GO.

OK, COME ON. LET'S GO. IT'S

COLD. BRR.

Gina: MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE

ANOTHER ONE.

ONE THAT'S BOTH OF OURS.

[MOANING AND PANTING]

Sean: THAT WAS GREAT.

[BOTH PANTING]

Julia: MMM.

Sean: MORNINGS ARE BEST.

HOW SOON DOES ANNIE GO TO

COLLEGE?

[BOTH LAUGH]

Sean: OH...

I SHOULD SHOWER AND GET GOING.

Sean: I LOVE YOU.

Julia: I LOVE YOU, TOO.

[SHOWER STARTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[THUD]

[GASPS]

Sean: WELL...

I HOPE YOU'RE AT LEAST

FANTASIZING ABOUT ME.

Julia: [SNIFFS]

OF COURSE. HEH. EXCEPT YOU WERE

YOUNGER, TALLER, AND LOOKED A

LOT LIKE JUDE LAW.

[LAUGHS]

Sean: WELL...IF YOU'LL EXCUSE

ME, I'LL LEAVE THE 2 OF YOU

ALONE.

Julia: OH, HONEY, I WAS JUST

HELPING MYSELF TO SECONDS. I...

DIDN'T GET ENOUGH THE FIRST TIME

AROUND.

Sean: YOU DIDN'T COME WITH ME,

DID YOU?

Julia: UH...

I'M...

JUST NOT...

HAVING ORGASMS THAT EASILY RIGHT

NOW. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH

YOU.

Sean: WOW. I HAD NO IDEA YOU

WERE SUCH A GOOD ACTRESS.

Julia: I WASN'T ACTING. IT ALL

FELT GOOD.

Sean: JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Julia: I'M SORRY. MAYBE I SHOULD

HAVE TOLD YOU. IT'S ME. I'M

OFF. IT'S...JUST A PHASE.

Sean: MAYBE YOU SHOULD SEE

SOMEONE.

Julia: I ALREADY HAVE ONE

THERAPIST UNDER MY ROOF. I DON'T

NEED ANOTHER ONE. I'M JUST

BLOCKED. IT'LL BE FINE.

Sean: RIGHT.

[MONITORS BEEPING]

Christian: SORRY I'M LATE. MY

SON DROPPED THE MOTHER LOAD AND

THEN DECIDED TO FINGER PAINT

WITH IT.

Liz: SOUNDS VERY SPECIAL. I'D

LOVE TO STAY AND HEAR ABOUT YOUR

SON'S BOWEL MOVEMENTS, BUT THE

PATIENT'S BEEN READY FOR 20

MINUTES.

Christian: IT'S LIKE I'M

ADDICTED TO HIM OR SOMETHING. HE

FORCES ME TO BE IN THE MOMENT,

YOU KNOW? I MEAN, SUDDENLY,

YOU'RE ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES

TRYING TO GET THIS STAIN OUT OF

YOUR HAND-WOVEN CHINESE RUG AND

THE LITTLE BASTARD STARTS TO

LAUGH, AND THAT MAKES YOU LAUGH,

AND THEN IT DAWNS ON YOU.

YOU'RE HAPPY. SOMETHING MATTERS.

WILBUR MATTERS.

Sean: I DON'T WANT TO DO IT. I

CAN'T MAKE HER COME.

Christian: YES, YOU CAN. COME

ON! IT'S A NEW PROCEDURE FOR US.

IT'S NATURAL TO BE NERVOUS.

Sean: I'M TALKING ABOUT JULIA.

I WENT DOWN ON HER THIS MORNING,

AND I COULD HAVE SWORN I WAS IN

THE ZONE.

Christian: AND WHAT? SHE FELL

ASLEEP?

Sean: I CAUGHT HER FINISHING

WHAT I HAD STARTED. SHE SAYS

SHE'S BEEN FAKING IT FOR MONTHS.

SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND HOW I

MIGHT BE A TAD HESITANT TO

RECONSTRUCT MS. MABIKA'S

GENITALIA WHEN I HAVE NO IDEA

HOW MY OWN WIFE'S OPERATES.

Christian: YOU EVER TRIED DOING

THE ALPHABET?

WITH YOUR TONGUE?

Sean: WHAT ARE YOU, 12?

Christian: WOMEN ARE

RIGHT-BRAINED. THEY'RE

INSTINCTUAL, INTUITIVE, AND

ABOVE ALL, VERBAL. YOU WANT TO

BE A SUCCESSFUL LOVER, WORK ON

YOUR LANGUAGE SKILLS.

Sean: THEY'RE A MYSTERY, YOU

KNOW. I CAN RECONSTRUCT HER

EXTERNAL PARTS, MAYBE EVEN

REVITALIZE DYING TISSUE.

BUT...PLEASURE, RELEASE,

ECSTASY...

Christian: ALL WE'RE DOING IS

MAXIMIZING HER POTENTIAL. SHE

JUST WANTS A FIGHTING CHANCE TO

FEEL OR, AT THE VERY LEAST, TO

LOOK LIKE THE WOMAN SHE COULD

HAVE BEEN IF SHE LIVED IN THIS

COUNTRY INSTEAD OF SOMEPLACE

WHERE MEN ARE SUCH PUSSIES THEY

HAVE TO NEUTER THEIR WOMEN TO

GET A HARD-ON.

Sean: LET'S GO BUILD A CLITORIS.

Christian: MWAA HA HA!

[TALKING BABY TALK]

Gina: I THINK HE'S HAD ENOUGH.

Christian: AW, COME ON, MOM. 5

MORE MINUTES.

Gina: IF HE DOESN'T NAP, HE WILL

BE UP ALL NIGHT, AND SO WILL I,

AND IF I DON'T SLEEP, THEN I

CAN'T BE MY USUAL SUNNY SELF.

ALL RIGHT? COME HERE.

[WILBUR WHIMPERS]

Christian: OH. OK. CAN I HELP?

GOOD JOB, MOM. AND HERE...

IS YOUR BLANKIE.

Gina: YOU'RE A GREAT DAD.

WILBUR ADORES YOU.

Christian: I WANT TO ADOPT HIM.

I WANT TO BE HIS FATHER LEGALLY.

Gina: LET'S DO IT. LET'S DO IT

TOMORROW. WE COULD CHECK WITH A

LAWYER. WE COULD SEE HOW LONG IT

TAKES FOR ALL THE PAPERWORK TO

BECOME OFFICIAL. THIS IS

PERFECT. THIS WAY, YOU CAN BE A

FATHER TO BOTH OUR KIDS. IT'S

BETTER FOR WILBUR. IT'S BETTER

FOR US.

Christian: I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING

ABOUT ANOTHER KID.

Gina: I KNOW. BUT YOU IMPLIED.

Christian: WILBUR. I DIDN'T SAY

ANYTHING ABOUT HAVING ANOTHER

BABY.

Gina: WITH ME, YOU MEAN. YOU

DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER KID

WITH ME.

Christian: 2 IS A LOT MORE WORK

THAN ONE. I DON'T THINK IT'S THE

BEST THING FOR YOU, EITHER, NOT

IN YOUR STATE.

Gina: MY STATE? WHAT ARE YOU, A

GODDAMN SHRINK?

Christian: CALM DOWN. LOOK, THE

ONLY REASON YOU WANT ANOTHER

BABY IS TO FILL UP THAT VOID

INSIDE OF YOU. ONE ISN'T QUITE

DOING IT. MAYBE--MAYBE 2 WILL.

YOU'RE AN ADDICT, GINA. ONLY

THIS TIME, INSTEAD OF CRAVING

SEX OR DRUGS, YOU'RE TRYING TO

FILL THAT BOTTOMLESS VOID WITH

BABIES.

Gina: LISTEN TO ME, ASSHOLE. YOU

DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY

WITH ME, FINE! THERE ARE 1,000

MEN WHO CAN MAKE A BETTER FATHER

THAN YOU, AND I COULD FIND

BETTER SPUNK OFF A SHIT-STAINED

URINAL IN A STRIP JOINT.

Christian: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

Gina: YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT BEING

A FATHER! THERE IS NO WAY IN

HELL I AM GOING TO LET YOU ADOPT

MY BABY!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]

Christian: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO

KEEP HIM FROM ME.

I KNOW YOU'RE PISSED BECAUSE I

WON'T HAVE ANOTHER BABY WITH

YOU, BUT YOU'RE NOT TAKING IT

OUT ON WILBUR.

Gina: YOU'RE RIGHT. I'M TAKING

IT OUT ON YOU.

Christian: DON'T TEST ME, GINA.

YOU'LL REGRET IT. YOU THINK YOU

CAN DO THIS ON YOUR OWN?

Gina: I DON'T NEED YOUR FILTHY

MONEY. I CAN GET WORK.

Christian: DOING WHAT? YOU NEVER

FINISHED COLLEGE. YOU'VE GOT NO

REFERENCES. YOU WANT ME OUT OF

THE PICTURE, SWEETHEART, JUST

SAY THE WORD. YOU CAN GO BACK TO

YOUR SHITTY HOUSEBOAT.

Gina: FINE. YOU CAN HAVE HIM

THIS FRIDAY FROM 6:00 TO 9:00.

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

Christian: YOU GOT A HOT DATE?

Gina: YOU MIGHT SAY THAT.

Ava: YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY, ELIAS.

YOU HAVE TO RUN TOWARD.

Elias: I'M SORRY. I CHANGED MY

MIND.

Sean: THAT'S OK, MR. PERRY. COME

BACK WHEN YOU'RE READY. UH...

MRS. PERRY...

Ava: I'M NOT ELIAS' WIFE, DR.

McNAMARA. I'M HIS LIFE COACH.

WE'RE WORKING TOGETHER TO

OVERCOME SELF-DEFEATING PATTERNS

THAT KEEP HIM FROM EXPERIENCING

SELF-FULFILLMENT.

THAT'S IT, ELIAS. WAY TO GO.

Sean: I DON'T WANT TO MINIMIZE

THE TRAUMA OF MALE PATTERN

BALDNESS...

Elias: NO.

Sean: FORGIVE ME, MR. PERRY.

I DIDN'T REALIZE.

WERE YOU BORN WITH THIS

CONDITION, OR WAS IT ACQUIRED

THROUGH AN ILLNESS?

Elias: THIS IS THE WAY GOD MADE

ME. RUGGED, HUH?

SMOOTH AS A BABY'S BOTTOM ALL

OVER.

Sean: MR. PERRY, WITH ALOPECIA

UNIVERSALIS, THERE ARE NO LIVE

HAIR FOLLICLES TO GRAFT AND

TRANSPLANT.

Elias: I KNOW IT.

THERE'S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO.

Sean: BUT WE COULD HAVE THE LAB

MATCH YOU WITH A DONOR AND DO A

FOLLICULAR GRAFT ON THE PUBIC

AND UNDERARM AREAS, AND HOPE THE

MATCH ISN'T REJECTED.

Elias: WHAT IF IT IS?

Sean: IT'LL FALL OUT.

Elias: GREAT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED

TO GET HARD IF I'M THINKING

ABOUT THE HAIR ON MY BALLS

FALLING OUT?

Ava: THEN DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

AT LEAST YOU'LL HAVE TRIED.

YOU DIDN'T JUST SIT BACK AND

WAIT FOR CHANGE TO HAPPEN. YOU

DEMANDED IT, WHICH BRINGS YOU

ONE STEP CLOSER TO YOUR GOAL--

HAVING MORE PLEASURE IN LIFE.

Elias: WHEN'S YOUR NEXT OPENING?

Ava: CONGRATULATIONS, ELIAS.

Sean: UH, WHY DON'T YOU SEE OUR

RECEPTIONIST AND SHE'LL CHECK

OUR AVAILABILITY.

Ava: THANK YOU.

Sean: EXCUSE ME, MS. MOORE...

DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE?

Ava: I'LL BE WITH YOU IN A

SECOND.

Sean: UH, THIS IS KIND OF

AWKWARD, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF A LIFE COACH

BEFORE YOU WALKED IN HERE

TODAY.

Ava: IT'S A GROWING ALTERNATIVE.

A GOOD ONE, I THINK FOR THOSE

OF US WHO SPENT TOO MANY YEARS

ON A COUCH AND STILL AREN'T

HAPPY.

Sean: AH. I WAS WONDERING IF YOU

HAD ANY OPENINGS IN YOUR

SCHEDULE.

Ava: I COULD SEE YOU ON--

Sean: OH, IT'S NOT FOR ME. UH,

I'D LIKE YOU TO TALK TO MY WIFE.

Ava: I TEND TO BE OPTIMISTIC.

ACCURATE, SOMEWHAT ACCURATE, OR

INACCURATE?

Julia: SOMEWHAT ACCURATE.

Erica: I THINK I DID THIS TEST

THE LAST TIME I HAD MY ROOTS

DONE.

Ava: I'M PHYSICALLY

AFFECTIONATE.

Julia: WELL, I'VE NEVER BEEN

MUCH OF A HUGGER.

Erica: SHE HAD ACUTE HAPHEPHOBIA

UNTIL SHE WAS 11. YOU KNOW, THE

FEAR OF BEING TOUCHED, OR DIDN'T

THEY COVER THAT AT LIFE COACH

U?

Julia: UH, MOTHER, PLEASE.

Erica: SHE DOESN'T MIND A FEW

QUESTIONS. AFTER ALL, SHE'S

TRYING TO BECOME YOUR THERAPIST.

Ava: I'M NOT TRYING TO BECOME A

THERAPIST. AS A MATTER OF FACT,

I DON'T BELIEVE IN IT. IT

FOCUSES ON THE IMAGINARY WOUNDS

THAT KEEP PEOPLE FROM

PROGRESSING, BECAUSE THEY'RE SO

BUSY PICKING AT THEM.

Erica: AS A PRACTICING THERAPIST

WITH A Ph.D. IN CLINICAL

PSYCHOLOGY FROM COLUMBIA, LET ME

ASSURE YOU THE WOUNDS ARE REAL.

AND IF YOU PRETEND THEY DON'T

EXIST AND SLAP A BANDAGE ON

THEM, YOU'LL WIND UP WITH A CASE

OF PUS-OOZING GANGRENE.

Julia: LOOK, IT'S GETTING LATE.

Ava: NO PUS.

Erica: SORRY?

Ava: GANGRENE OCCURS FROM A LACK

OF BLOOD SUPPLY TO THE TISSUES.

IT'S ANAEROBIC, SO THERE'S NO

PUS. OR DIDN'T THEY COVER THAT

AT COLUMBIA?

Erica: WELL, I GUESS THAT TOOK

THE WIND OUT OF MY SAILS. I'LL

GO STUDY UP ON PUS AND LEAVE YOU

GIRLS TO YOUR QUIZ.

Ava: YOUR MOTHER'S A BITCH.

Julia: SHE'S HAVING A ROUGH

TIME. MY FATHER--

Ava: BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. GET RID

OF HER. SHE'S A VAMPIRE. SHE'S

ATTACHED HERSELF TO YOUR NECK,

AND SHE'S SUCKING THE LIFE BLOOD

OUT OF YOU. LISTEN, I KNOW IT'S

WEIRD, MY BEING INTRODUCED BY

YOUR HUSBAND, AND IT'S FINE IF

YOU DON'T WANT A LIFE COACH,

BUT I CAN'T LEAVE UNTIL YOU

PROMISE TO SEND HER PACKING.

SHE'S NOT YOUR FRIEND.

Julia: I'M HER DAUGHTER.

Ava: YOU'RE HER BLOOD SUPPLY.

IT'S HER OR YOU. AND SHE'S HAD

HER TURN.

YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, OK?

Julia: AVA, UM, I'M WILLING TO

GIVE IT A GO.

Ava: YOU ARE GOING TO GET MORE

FROM LIFE THAN YOU EVER DREAMED.

AND WE'RE GOING TO START WITH

THAT SEXUAL PROBLEM OF YOURS.

Julia: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

ABOUT?

Ava: SEAN TOLD ME YOU COULDN'T

COME WHEN HE WENT DOWN ON YOU.

Christian: MISS MABIKA, HOW ARE

YOU TODAY?

Manya: WELL, ACCORDING TO MY

MOTHER, I AM IMMORAL AND

UNCLEAN, AND HAVE MADE MYSELF

VULNERABLE TO DISEASE, DRUG USE,

AND PROMISCUITY.

Christian: I GOT THE SAME LETTER

WHEN I WENT AWAY TO COLLEGE.

[MANYA GIGGLES]

Christian: I'M GOING TO TAKE A

LOOK, IF THAT'S OK WITH YOU.

COULD YOU SCOOT DOWN FOR ME A

LITTLE BIT? THAT'S IT. JUST A

LITTLE FURTHER. THERE WE GO.

OK. I'M GOING TO STIMULATE THE

CLITORIS, CHECK FOR BLOOD FLOW.

STOP ME IF YOU FEEL ANY

DISCOMFORT.

Manya: UH...IT DOESN'T HURT.

Christian: GOOD. ALL RIGHT. YOU

CAN SIT UP.

YOU, UH, YOU'RE HEALING VERY

WELL.

Manya: CAN I HAVE SEX SOON?

Christian: WHOA. HEH. WHAT'S THE

HURRY?

Manya: HURRY? I'VE BEEN WAITING

10 YEARS. I THINK THAT'S VERY

PATIENT.

Christian: YOU MIGHT WANT TO

TAKE IT SLOW. NOT HAVE TOO MANY

EXPECTATIONS. I WOULD HATE

TO SEE YOU DISAPPOINTED.

Manya: I KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT,

DOCTOR. A MAN WHO HAS LOST HIS

SIGHT, HE'S NOT WITHOUT VISION.

HE'S LOST THE USE OF HIS EYES,

YES, BUT HE STILL DISTINGUISHES

SHAPES AND DISTANCES IN HIS OWN

WAY. THE SAME IS TRUE OF ONE'S

GENITALIA. I MEAN, I HAVE NEVER

CLIMAXED, THAT'S TRUE, BUT...

MY BODY STILL TINGLES WHEN I RUN

MY FINGERS LIGHTLY UP AND DOWN

MY ARM, OR...

WHEN I CARESS MY BREASTS,

AND MY NIPPLES.

I, TOO, HAVE VISION.

Christian: WELL, AHEM. AS THEY

SAY, ONE WHO HAS VISION CAN

ACHIEVE IT. AHEM.

Manya: DR. McNAMARA, HE IS A

GREAT DOCTOR, BUT YOU, DR. TROY,

I SENSE IN YOU A TRUE HEALER.

ARE YOU A TRUE HEALER, DR. TROY?

WILL YOU HEAL ME?

* I'VE BEEN REALLY TRYIN', BABY

TRYING TO HOLD BACK THIS FEELIN'

FOR SO LONG

AND IF YOU FEEL

LIKE I FEEL, BABY

THEN COME ON

OH! COME ON

WHOO

LET'S GET IT ON

AAH, BABY

LET'S GET IT ON

LET'S LOVE, BABY

LET'S GET IT ON

SUGAR

LET'S GET IT ON

WHOO HOO OOH

WE'RE ALL SENSITIVE PEOPLE

WITH SO MUCH TO GIVE

UNDERSTAND ME, SUGAR

SINCE WE GOT TO BE HERE

LET'S LIVE

I LOVE YOU

THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME

LOVING YOU

BABY, NO, NO

AND GIVING YOURSELF TO ME

CAN NEVER BE WRONG

IF THE LOVE IS TRUE

OH, BABY

WHOO HOO OOH

DON'T YOU KNOW HOW SWEET

AND WONDERFUL

LIFE CAN BE?

WHOO HOO OOH

I'M ASKING YOU... *

Christian: DOESN'T MEAN THAT THE

SURGERY WASN'T SUCCESSFUL.

IT'S STILL TOO EARLY TO TELL.

* OOH OOH

I AIN'T GONNA WORRY

I AIN'T GONNA PUSH

WON'T PUSH YOU, BABY *

Julia: OH, SEAN, IT'S JUST NOT

WORKING.

Sean: I DON'T CARE HOW LONG IT

TAKES.

* COME ON, BABY

STOP BEATING 'ROUND THE BUSH

HEY-EY

LET'S GET IT ON

WHOO HOO OOH

LET'S GET IT ON

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING 'BOUT

COME ON, BABY

HEY-EY

LET YOUR LOVE COME OUT

IF YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE

LET'S GET IT ON

OOH

LET'S GET IT ON, BABY *

Julia: OH! I FEEL WE'RE BOTH

JUST TRYING TOO HARD.

* PLEASE

PLEASE GET IT ON

A-AAH *

Julia: HONEY, IT'S NOT THAT WHAT

YOU WERE DOING DIDN'T FEEL

GOOD.

IT FELT GREAT. IT'S NOT A

PROBLEM YOU CAN FIX.

Sean: I COULD IF YOU LET ME.

Julia: I'D LIKE TO LET YOU. IT

WON'T BE A PROBLEM.

* WHOO

I AIN'T GONNA WORRY

NO, I AIN'T GONNA PUSH

I WON'T PUSH YOU, BABY *

[DOOR OPENS]

Christian: I HOPE YOU DIDN'T

MAKE LUNCH PLANS. I'M SQUEEZING

MANYA MABIKA IN AT 1:00. I THINK

WE SHOULD BOTH BE THERE.

Sean: YOU TOLD ME SHE WAS

HEALING NICELY.

Christian: I DID A FOLLOW-UP.

I THINK THAT SHE SHOULD BE

EXPERIENCING MORE SENSITIVITY BY

NOW. MAYBE THE COAPTATION

FAILED. WE NEED TO EXPLORE IT.

Sean: SHE WAS RELEASED LESS THAN

48 HOURS AGO. WHEN DID YOU DO

THIS FOLLOW-UP?

Christian: YESTERDAY...

NIGHT. SHE ASKED ME TO.

Sean: TO WHAT? BE AN ASSHOLE?

Christian: LOOK. THE POINT IS IT

ISN'T WORKING, OK? I SPENT A

GOOD 30 MINUTES DOWN THERE DOING

THE ENTIRE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS.

Sean: IN SOMALI?

Christian: THE PROCEDURE IS

RARE. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO

WITH YOUR COMPETENCE AS A

SURGEON.

Sean: OR YOUR TECHNIQUE AS A

LOVER.

Christian: WHICH HAS A SUCCESS

RATE OF 100%.

Sean: TRY 90. IT DIDN'T WORK

WITH JULIA. I WENT THROUGH THE

GODDAMN ALPHABET 3 TIMES.

Christian: ALL I CAN SAY IS IT'S

ALWAYS WORKED FOR ME.

Sean: UNTIL MANYA MABIKA.

BESIDES, WHAT MAKES YOU SO SURE

THE OTHERS WEREN'T FAKING IT?

JULIA HAD ME FOOLED.

Christian: I CAN TELL THE

DIFFERENCE.

Sean: NO, YOU CAN'T. NO MAN CAN

TELL. WE'LL NEVER REALLY KNOW

WHAT GETS THEM OFF JUST LIKE

THEY'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT'S

LIKE TO HAVE A HARD-ON. IT'S

LIKE TRYING TO DESCRIBE THE SKY

TO A BLIND MAN. WE'RE JUST

GROPING IN THE DARK.

Woman: THE PUBIC AND AXILLAR

AREAS ARE MARKED AND PREPPED.

JUST DIDN'T KNOW HOW LOW YOU

WANTED TO GRAFT.

Sean: MR. PERRY, I CAN'T TELL

YOU HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU'RE A

MAN. AT LEAST I KNOW MY WAY

AROUND A PENIS. HIT IT.

* I COULD FEEL AT THE TIME

THERE WAS NO WAY OF KNOWING

FALLIN' LEAVES IN THE NIGHT

WHO CAN SAY WHERE

THEY'RE BLOWIN'

AS FREE AS THE WIND

HOPEFULLY LEARNIN'

WHY THE SEA ON THE TIDE

HAS NO WAY OF TURNING

MORE THAN THIS

YOU KNOW THERE'S NOTHING

MORE THAN THIS

TELL ME ONE THING

MORE THAN THIS

OOH, THERE'S NOTHING *

Sean: THERE'S NO EVIDENCE OF

FIBROSIS ON THE SMOOTH MUSCLE

TISSUE OF THE CLITORIS OR THE

VAGINAL WALL. LET US KNOW AS

SOON AS YOU FEEL SOMETHING.

IF IT'S TOO INTENSE...

Christian: CAN YOU FEEL THAT?

Manya: A LITTLE. UM...THE WAY

YOU FEEL YOUR TOOTH AFTER THE

DENTIST GIVES YOU NOVOCAINE.

Sean: HOW ABOUT THAT?

[MANYA SIGHS]

Christian: MAYBE SHE'S NOT READY

YET.

Sean: WE SHOULD BE SEEING SOME

SIGNS BY NOW. VAGINAL

LUBRICATION, CLITORAL AND

LABIAL ENGORGEMENT--

Liz: EXCUSE ME, DOCTORS, BUT

THERE IS A PATIENT ON THE OTHER

END OF THAT SPECULUM.

Sean: RIGHT.

UH, MANYA, THIS IS A

BIOTHESIOMETER. IT MEASURES THE

SENSITIVITY OF THE SKIN TO HIGH

AND LOW FREQUENCY VIBRATION. WE

USE IT TO DETERMINE THE

SENSITIVITY OF THE CLITORIS.

Liz: OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE. LISTEN.

DO YOU THINK MANYA AND I COULD

HAVE A MINUTE TO CONFER?

Both: ABSOLUTELY.

Liz: SPECULUM?

[RATTLING]

YOU KNOW, CELLS HAVE A MEMORY,

AND WHEN YOU'VE HAD A TRAUMA,

OUR NERVES SHUT DOWN TO PROTECT

US FROM RE-EXPERIENCING THE

PAIN.

Manya: SO... YOU THINK MY BODY'S

PROTECTING ME FROM PLEASURE AS

WELL?

Liz: BEFORE WE CAN LET SOMEONE

TOUCH US THERE, WE HAVE TO LET

THEM TOUCH US HERE.

Manya: PERHAPS I'M MORE AFRAID

THAN I THOUGHT.

Liz: YOU WON'T BE WHEN YOU FIND

THE RIGHT LOVER.

MEET MS. RIGHT.

Manya: THAT GIRL? NO. SHE KNOWS

NOTHING ABOUT MAKING LOVE.

Liz: SHE KNOWS YOU. WHAT YOU

LIKE. WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE

YOUR FINGERTIPS RUB ACROSS YOUR

BELLY, AROUND YOUR THIGHS...

AND INTO YOUR SACRED CENTER.

FEEL THE ENERGY PULSING THROUGH

YOU, AS YOU TOUCH AND TEASE

YOURSELF BACK AND FORTH,

FASTER AND SLOWER,

HARDER AND SOFTER...

[MANYA MOANING]

Sean: WE HAVE TO REMEMBER WE'RE

TREATING A HUMAN BEING, NOT JUST

A VAGINA.

Christian: IT'S EASY TO FORGET

AFTER A YEAR WITH VAGINA GINA.

Liz: HOUSTON, WE HAVE LIFT-OFF.

SHE RUBBED HER MAGIC LANTERN,

AND SET THE GENIE FREE.

CONGRATULATIONS, DOCTOR.

Sean: WOW. I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD

BE CONGRATULATING YOU.

Liz: WELL, YOU CONNECTED THE

CIRCUITRY. I JUST HELPED HER

TURN IT ON. OH, SHE'S WAITING

FOR YOU. SHE'D LIKE TO SAY

THANKS.

OH, DON'T LET THIS CRUSH YOUR

EGO. YOU CAN'T WIN THEM ALL.

SHE TOLD ME YOU TRIED. I WAS

APPALLED UNTIL SHE TOLD ME SHE

ASKED.

Christian: I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS

GAY.

Liz: BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T GET HER

OFF, SHE MUST BE GAY?

YOU REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT

GOES ON INSIDE A WOMAN.

Christian: YOU KNOW, I THINK

I'VE BEEN INSIDE ENOUGH OF THEM

TO HAVE SOME IDEA.

Liz: EVOLVE A LITTLE, WHY DON'T

YOU? YOU WANT TO GET INSIDE OF A

WOMAN, STOP THINKING LIKE A

DICK.

[MANYA CRYING]

Sean: SORRY, I--LIZ TOLD ME

EVERYTHING WAS... I CAN COME

BACK ANOTHER TIME.

Manya: NO. NO.

PLEASE. PLEASE STAY.

[CRYING]

YOU KNOW, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

Sean: WELL, I'M GLAD YOU'RE

HAPPY.

IT'S NATURAL TO FEEL EMOTIONAL

AFTER EXPERIENCING A RELEASE.

Manya: A RELEASE? YES. IT WAS.

IT WAS LIKE GOD WAS WAKING UP

INSIDE OF ME.

Sean: I'VE NEVER HEARD IT

DESCRIBED QUITE LIKE THAT.

Manya: [SNIFFS] AT FIRST--AT

FIRST, I WAS AFRAID. IT WAS AS

THEY SAID. I WAS PROTECTING

MYSELF, BUT--BUT THEN...

SUCH JOY.

Sean: THE BODY'S INCREDIBLY

RESILIENT.

Manya: IT'S NOTHING. THERE'S

NOTHING COMPARED TO THE SOUL.

NOW ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE, EVEN

FORGIVENESS.

I FORGIVE THEM, DR. McNAMARA.

I FORGIVE THEM ALL.

I'M WHOLE NOW.

I'M FREE.

Christian: NOW, WATCH MOMMY'S

FACE. FLOWERS ARE MAGIC. AS SOON

AS A WOMAN SEES THEM, SHE

FORGETS ALL ABOUT HOW ANGRY SHE

IS.

Man: SMART. START THEM YOUNG.

YOU GOING TO WATCH DADDY PARK

THE PINK BUS IN THE GARAGE?

[CHUCKLING]

[WILBUR BABBLING]

Man: SHE IS ONE CRANKY HOT

BITCH.

Christian: YOU WAIT HERE, LITTLE

BUDDY. MWAH. DADDY'LL BE RIGHT

BACK.

Man, whispering: Oh, yeah.

Christian: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU

DOING?

Gina: UH, YOU'RE EARLY. I

THOUGHT YOU WERE TAKING ROBERT

TO THE ZOO AND THEN TO DINNER.

OHH! COME, ALREADY!

[MAN GROANS]

Christian: GET THE HELL OUT OF

HERE.

Gina: HA HA.

Christian: I SAID GET YOUR SHIT

AND GET OUT OF HERE!

Gina: THANK YOU FOR YOUR

DEPOSIT, GIL.

Christian: WHAT? ARE YOU ON

DRUGS? YOU ORGANIZED YOUR OWN

GANG BANG?

Gina: THEY ARE MY GANG, ASSHOLE.

FROM SEXAHOLICS ANONYMOUS. IT'S

A GOOD CAUSE. THEY VOLUNTEERED.

Christian: TO DO WHAT?

JUMP OFF THE WAGON AND ONTO YOU?

Gina: IT'S CALLED HETEROSPERMIC

INSEMINATION. IT IS THE SUREST

WAY A GIRL CAN GET PREGNANT.

THE MORE PARTNERS, THE MORE

SPERM. THE MORE SPERM, THE MORE

COMPETITIVE THE LITTLE BASTARDS

ARE TO COME IN FIRST. WILBUR'S

GOING TO HAVE A BROTHER WITH OR

WITHOUT YOU.

Christian: YOU ARE SO GODDAMN

SICK.

Gina: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM,

ASSHOLE? THEY'VE ALL BEEN

TESTED. THERE'S NOT SO MUCH AS A

HERPES IN THE BUNCH. WHAT DO

YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

Christian: I'M GETTING WILBUR

OUT OF HERE.

Gina: OH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS!

THERE'S NO BIOLOGICAL OR LEGAL

CONNECTION BETWEEN THE 2 OF YOU.

AND IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN,

THERE'S NO LAW AGAINST HAVING

SEX WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS, OR

YOU WOULD BE ON DEATH ROW.

Christian: RIGHT. WELL, WHEN I

SUE YOU FOR CUSTODY, YOU BE SURE

TO SAY THAT.

[GINA SIGHS]

Christian: MMM. HE'S BLISSED

OUT. GREAT, HUH, BUDDY? HUH?

IT'S WHAT'S CALLED MATERNAL

INSTINCT. HEH HEH.

I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO.

Julia: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME

SINCE I'VE HELD A BABY LIKE

THIS. BRINGS BACK ALL THOSE

NIGHTS WITH MATT AND ANNIE.

THAT SILENT COMMUNICATION. SO...

UNCOMPLICATED.

SO INTIMATE.

SOMETIMES FEELS MORE INTIMATE

THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

Christian: MAYBE YOU COULD HELP

ME WITH HIM.

JUST UNTIL THIS THING WITH GINA

IS RESOLVED. UNTIL I GET

CUSTODY.

Julia: WHAT IF YOU DON'T?

Christian: I WILL. NO JUDGE IS

GOING TO DEEM HER COMPETENT.

I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE GREAT

FOR WILBUR TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE

YOU IN HIS LIFE. SOMEONE SO...

NURTURING.

Julia: I DON'T KNOW. WHENEVER

I'M OUT AND I SEE PARENTS MY AGE

WITH BABIES, I JUST FEEL

RELIEVED. IT'S TOO MUCH WORK.

I'VE ALREADY DONE IT TWICE.

Christian: NOT WITH ME.

COULD BE FUN RAISING A KID

TOGETHER.

Julia: WHAT ABOUT SEAN?

Christian: YOU MEAN UNCLE SEAN.

HUH?

[JULIA CHUCKLES]

Christian: BE PART OF THE

FAMILY, TOO.

Erica: I THOUGHT I HEARD A BABY.

OH, ISN'T HE ADORABLE?

OH, DARLING, I HOPE YOU DON'T

MIND MY BORROWING YOUR SWEATER.

I NEEDED COLOR TO ACCENT MY

FACE. MY EDITOR'S TAKING ME OUT

TO LUNCH. I DIDN'T REALIZE

DOCTORS STILL MADE HOUSE CALLS.

HOW NICE OF YOU, CHRISTIAN.

Christian: HELLO, ERICA. HOW ARE

YOU HEALING?

Erica: BEAUTIFULLY, LIKE IT

NEVER HAPPENED.

THIS MUST BE WILBUR, YOUR

GIRLFRIEND'S BABY?

Christian: HE'S MINE.

Erica: YES. I CAN SEE THE

RESEMBLANCE. DON'T LET HIM FALL

ASLEEP WITH THAT BOTTLE. HE'LL

START DEPENDING ON IT.

Julia: MAYBE HE FINDS IT

COMFORTING.

Christian: HE SHOULD LEARN TO

FALL ASLEEP ON HIS OWN. HE'LL BE

MORE SELF-RELIANT WITHOUT A

CRUTCH.

Julia: YOU KNOW WHAT? I'D BE

HAPPY TO HELP YOU. CALL WHENEVER

YOU NEED ME.

Erica: HELP HIM WHAT?

Christian: I JUST ASKED JULIA TO

HELP ME TAKE CARE OF WILBUR.

Erica: ISN'T THAT NICE,

SWEETHEART? IT'LL BE LIKE GIVING

IT ANOTHER SHOT.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Gina: OH, THERE HE IS.

HEY.

MOMMY MISSES YOU. MOMMY LOVES

YOU. YEAH.

Christian: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU

WANT?

Gina: THERE'S SOMEONE I THOUGHT

YOU SHOULD MEET.

CHRISTIAN TROY,

JAMES SUTHERLAND.

WILBUR'S FATHER.

HIS REAL ONE.

Erica: FRANCES GAVE THE GALLEYS

OF MY BOOK TO THE NEW YORK

TIMES.APPARENTLY, THEY LOVED

IT.

YOU'RE POUTING.

ARE YOU ANGRY BECAUSE I THINK

YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE?

Julia: WHAT MISTAKE AM I MAKING

THIS TIME, MOTHER? I'LL ADD IT

TO THE LIST.

Erica: THE ONE WHERE YOU INSIST

ON PUTTING EVERYONE ELSE'S NEEDS

AHEAD OF YOUR OWN. AREN'T YOU

GETTING BORED WITH IT?

Julia: I DON'T DO THAT.

Erica: VOLUNTEERING TO TAKE CARE

OF CHRISTIAN'S CHILD?

Julia: I HAPPEN TO HAVE THE

TIME.

Erica: NO, YOU DON'T. WHEN ARE

YOU GOING TO STEP IT UP,

DARLING? DO YOU THINK

SACRIFICING YOUR POTENTIAL FOR

CHRISTIAN'S BASTARD IS IN YOUR

BEST INTERESTS?

Julia: YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT

ABOUT MY BEST INTERESTS. ALL YOU

THINK ABOUT IS YOURSELF, AND

DON'T GIVE ME THAT

PATRONIZING LOOK. I'M NOT ONE OF

YOUR PATIENTS.

Erica: I AM NOT TO BLAME FOR THE

WAY YOUR LIFE HAS TURNED OUT.

Julia: AHH.

YOU NEVER WANTED ME TO SUCCEED,

DID YOU? IT'S TOO MUCH

COMPETITION.

Erica: IS THAT WHY I PUSHED YOU

TO HAVE A CAREER? TO PUT OFF

MARRIAGE TILL YOU'D ESTABLISHED

YOURSELF, BECAUSE I WAS

COMPETITIVE?

Julia: IS THAT ALL YOU CARE

ABOUT? HOW BIG MY CAREER IS?

GOD, MOTHER, WHEN YOU LOOK AT

ME, IS THAT ALL YOU SEE, WHAT

I'M NOT?

Erica: YOU DISAPPOINT ME, JULIA.

Julia: CONSISTENCY'S WHAT

COUNTS.

Erica: I RAISED YOU TO CONFRONT

YOUR FEELINGS HONESTLY, TO TELL

THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELF, TO

YOURSELF.

Julia: THE TRUTH ACCORDING TO

YOU, MOTHER. DO YOU WANT TO HEAR

MY TRUTH?! YOU WON'T LET ME

SUCCEED IF YOU HAVEN'T. I CAN'T

BE IN A LOVING RELATIONSHIP WHEN

YOURS FAILED SO MISERABLY. I

CAN'T POSSIBLY HAVE RAISED

CHILDREN WHO LOVE ME WHEN YOURS

CAN'T STAND YOU!

Erica: IS THAT WHY YOU'RE IN

LOVE WITH CHRISTIAN?

BECAUSE YOUR MARRIAGE IS

SUCCEEDING SO BRILLIANTLY?

Julia: WHAT?

Erica: COME ON. I SAW HOW YOU

LOOKED AT HIM. WHY ELSE WOULD

YOU WANT TO RAISE HIS CHILD?

BECAUSE YOU LOVED MOTHERING THE

FIRST TIME AROUND?

Julia: HE'S BEEN ONE OF MY

CLOSEST FRIENDS FOR OVER 20

YEARS.

Erica: AND YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE

WITH HIM FOR ALL THIS TIME.

Sean: HEY. CHRISTIAN CALL YOU?

HAD SOME QUESTION HE WANTED TO

ASK YOU ABOUT WILBUR. YOU KNOW,

I DON'T KNOW HOW HE'S GOING TO

MANAGE ON HIS OWN.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

Julia: NOTHING, EXCEPT THAT MY

MOTHER IS LEAVING TONIGHT.

Sean: ARE YOU SURE YOU--

Julia: SHE DOESN'T HAVE A SAY IN

THE MATTER, SEAN.

I WANT HER OUT.

Erica: I THINK IT IS FOR THE

BEST, UNLESS SEAN WOULD LIKE TO

HEAR WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.

I'M SURE HE WOULD BE INTERESTED.

Sean: I'M NOT. WHATEVER PROBLEMS

JULIA IS HAVING WITH YOU ARE

HERS TO SOLVE. ALL I CAN DO IS

SUPPORT HER AND DRIVE YOU TO THE

AIRPORT.

Erica: HMM.

[MOANING AND SCREAMING]

Sean: NO FAILURE THAT TIME, HUH?

Julia: NO.

THAT WAS EXTRAORDINARY.

AVA WAS RIGHT.

I CAME WHEN MY MOTHER WENT.

Sean: OHH.

BOY, IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING

INSIDE YOU JUST WOKE UP.

I'VE NEVER HEARD YOU SO...

FREE.

[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH]

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