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Christian Troy: LOOKS LIKE A
BASAL CELL CARCINOMA. NOTHING TO
WORRY ABOUT. I CAN TAKE IT OFF
WITH A LOCAL RIGHT HERE IN THE
OFFICE, MRS. CAMDEN.
Miss Camden: OH, THAT'S MISS
CAMDEN. MY DIVORCE WAS FINAL 3
WEEKS AGO.
Christian: I'M SORRY TO HEAR
THAT. I'M ALSO SORRY TO SAY THAT
YOU'LL HAVE TO STOP THE NUDE
SUNBATHING.
Miss Camden: NOPE. TAN LINES ARE
FOR STRIPPERS AND GERMAN
TOURISTS.
Christian: THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO
FIND SOMEONE TO COVER THAT 3
SPINNING CLASSES A WEEK REAR END
OF YOURS IN S.P.F. 50.
Camden: MMM. AND HOW DO YOU
SUPPOSE I'LL EVER FIND SOMEONE
TO PERFORM THAT THANKLESS TASK.
* GET BACK, HYPE, LOVE, LUST,
YOU KNOW I LIKE TO DO IT
WHEN YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT,
GIRL, I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU COULD GET DOWN LIKE THAT,
TELL ME HOW TO BOOGIE,
SHAKE YOUR ASS LIKE THAT,
GIRL, I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU COULD GET DOWN LIKE THAT,
YOU KNOW I LIKE TO BOOGIE
WHEN YOU SEE ME LIKE THAT,
GIRL, I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU COULD GET DOWN LIKE THAT,
TELL ME HOW TO BOOGIE,
SHAKE YOUR ASS LIKE THAT,
GIRL, I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU COULD GET DOWN LIKE THAT *
Christian: SO, HOW'S NEXT
TUESDAY FOR YOU, MISS CAMDEN?
Miss Camden: MMM. I THINK I CAN
FIT YOU IN.
Gina: HEY, ASSHOLE.
Christian: YOU'RE LIKE HERPES.
EVERY TIME I FEEL LIKE I'M
GETTING MY LIFE BACK, I HAVE A
GINA OUTBREAK. WHAT DO YOU WANT
FROM ME?
Gina: I NEED TO TALK, YOU NEED
TO LISTEN.
Christian: JESUS. WHAT IS THIS,
STEP 9? NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE
ABOUT HOW YOU ACTED, GINA. I
DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
Gina: I'M POSITIVE.
Christian: POSITIVE ABOUT WHAT?
Gina: I HAD A FUNGUS IN MY
MOUTH. THE DOCTOR AT THE CLINIC
SAID IT WAS CANDID SOMETHING.
Christian: CANDIDA ALBICAN.
Gina: YEAH. I GUESS THAT CAN BE
AN EARLY SYMPTOM FOR H.I.V.,
SO...THEY TESTED ME.
Christian: WHEN DID YOU FIND
OUT?
Gina: A WEEK. 2 WEEKS, MAYBE.
I'M ALL RIGHT, THOUGH. THEY GAVE
SOME ANTIBIOTICS FOR THE FUNGUS,
AND PUT ME ON THE COCKTAIL.
[SIGHS]
Christian: DO THEY KNOW WHEN YOU
CONTRACTED IT?
Gina: THEY'RE NOT SURE. 6 MONTHS
OR A YEAR. THAT'S WHY I'M HERE,
TO TELL YOU TO GET TESTED.
Christian: JESUS, GINA, HOW
COULD YOU BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE?
Gina: I DON'T REMEMBER YOU
STOPPING TO SHEATH YOUR SWORD,
SIR SCREWS-A-LOT.
Christian: I KNEW I SHOULD'VE
DOUBLE-BAGGED IT WITH YOU!
Gina: BUT YOU DIDN'T, ASSHOLE,
DID YOU? BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU
WERE INVINCIBLE, AND YOU DIDN'T
GIVE A SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME
OR ANY OF THE SLUTS THAT YOU'VE
BEEN DUMPING YOUR LOAD INTO OVER
THE PAST 2 DECADES.
Christian: GET OUT. GET OUT OF
MY LIFE.
Gina: NO. NO, WAIT. CHRISTIAN,
PLEASE. I NEED YOUR HELP TO GET
A HOLD OF JAMES AND WILBUR.
THE DOCTOR SAID I COULD'VE
PASSED IT ON TO HIM IN UTERO.
LOOK, I DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, BUT
I NEED TO KNOW IF MY BABY'S
SICK. I CAN DEAL WITH THE PILLS
AND WITH THE PAIN, BUT I CANNOT
STAND NOT KNOWING IF HE'S ALL
RIGHT.
Christian: I AM NOT HELPING YOU
FIND SHIT. YOU'RE A POISON,
GINA. EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH GETS
INFECTED WITH YOUR OWN SPECIAL
BRAND OF MISERY.
Gina: THEY WAY I FIGURE IT,
ASSHOLE, WE'RE A MATCH MADE IN
HELL. YOU KNOW, THE ONLY
DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME, I
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY
MISTAKES.
* AHH *
* MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL *
* MAKE ME
A PERFECT SOUL,
A PERFECT MIND,
A PERFECT FACE,
A PERFECT
LIFE *
Man: BEAUTY IS A CURSE ON THE
WORLD. THAT'S WHAT HE SAID WHEN
HE DID THIS TO ME. AND HE'S
RIGHT. THE WAY I LOOK HAS BEEN
MY CURSE MY WHOLE LIFE.
Christian: YOU CAN'T TAKE
RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HAPPENED
TO YOU, MR. ROURKE. YOU WERE
BRUTALIZED BY A VERY DERANGED
INDIVIDUAL.
Rourke: MY LOOKS WERE HIS BAIT.
I NEVER WANTED TO BE A MODEL. I
WAS DISCOVERED AT THE BEACH
CELEBRATING AN "A" IN LEGAL
ETHICS. A PHOTOGRAPHER CAME UP
TO ME, TOOK A FEW PICTURES, AND
A MONTH LATER I'M SKIPPING THE
BAR EXAM TO BE ON THE COVER OF
THE J. CREW CATALOG.
Sean: SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM COME
TRUE.
MAY I? I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU
MUST BE FEELING HOPELESS RIGHT
NOW, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN NAOMI
GAINS?
Rourke: SHE WAS ONE OF THE
CARVER'S FIRST, RIGHT?
Sean: YES. WE DID HER CORRECTIVE
SURGERY. SHE JUST BOOKED THE
COVER OF SELF. THERE'S NO REASON
TO THINK YOUR SURGERY WON'T BE
AS SUCCESSFUL AS HERS. WE'LL
USE SOME MUSCULATURE FROM YOUR
INNER THIGHS TO REPAIR THE NERVE
DAMAGE AND COVER THE SCARRING.
Rourke: NOT ALL OF IT. LEAVE
SOME OF THE CUT ON THE RIGHT
SIDE.
Sean: THE MUSCLE LOSS FROM YOUR
LEGS WON'T BE NOTICEABLE IF
THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED
ABOUT.
Rourke: LOOK, I HAVE A
RESPONSIBILITY TO MYSELF TO BE
MORE THAN SOME 2-DIMENSIONAL
IMAGE IN SOME MEN'S FITNESS
MAGAZINE. OK?
Christian: DID YOU SUSTAIN ANY
OTHER INJURIES BESIDES THE CUTS
TO YOUR FACE?
Rourke: THIS IS ALL COVERED
UNDER THE DOCTOR/PATIENT
CONFIDENTIALITY, RIGHT?
Christian: YES.
Rourke: I'VE GOT A MAXI PAD
SHOVED DOWN THE BACK OF MY
PANTS. HE RAPED ME. I'VE BEEN
SHITTING RAZOR BLADES FOR A
WEEK. I CAN BENCH 275 POUNDS,
I'M A GODDAMN BLACKBELT IN
KEMPO, BUT I COULDN'T KEEP THE
SON OF A BITCH--
Sean: HE OVERPOWERED YOU?
Rourke: HE DRUGGED ME. HE SHOT
ME UP WITH SOMETHING. I COULDN'T
MOVE, I COULDN'T TALK.
Christian: WE CAN REPAIR THE
DAMAGE TO YOUR RECTUM AT THE
SAME TIME WE WORK ON YOUR FACE.
UNTIL THEN I'LL PRESCRIBE SOME
STOOL SOFTENERS.
Sean: I'M SORRY I HAVE TO ASK,
BUT HAVE YOU HAD YOURSELF TESTED
FOR H.I.V.?
Rourke: NO NEED TO. ASSHOLE HAD
ENOUGH SELF-CONTROL TO USE A
CONDOM. POLICE SAID IT WAS TO
AVOID LEAVING ANY D.N.A.
EVIDENCE. I THINK THE GUY JUST
ASSUMED ALL MALE MODELS WERE
GAY. HE WAS JUST PROTECTING HIS
ASS. CAN'T BE TOO CAREFUL
NOWADAYS, RIGHT?
Sean: WHAT'S THIS?
Christian: JUST RUNNING SOME
BLOOD WORK. I'VE BEEN FEELING A
LITTLE WEAK LATELY. I THOUGHT I
MIGHT HAVE A VITAMIN DEFICIENCY.
Sean: MORE LIKE A SELF-CONTROL
DEFICIENCY. YOU'RE NOT 20
ANYMORE, PAL. THOSE ALL-NIGHTERS
ARE CATCHING UP TO YOU. HERE,
LET ME.
Christian: DON'T.
Sean: I WAS ALWAYS BETTER AT
FINDING THE VEIN THEN YOU WERE.
WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?
Christian: GINA'S H.I.V.
POSITIVE.
Sean: YOU SLEPT WITH GINA, WHAT,
3 TIMES? I ASSUME YOU NEVER
ENGAGED IN ANY HIGH-RISK
BEHAVIOR WITH HER. MULTIPLE
PARTNERS, ANAL SEX.
Christian: WOULDN'T GO BACK
THERE WITH A MONKEY'S DICK.
Sean: GOOD. THEN I'M SURE YOU'RE
FINE. THE STATISTICAL
PROBABILITY IF YOU
CONTRACTED THE VIRUS FROM
LOW-RISK HETEROSEXUAL ACTIVITY
IS ACTUALLY VERY SMALL.
Christian: IS THAT WHY YOU PUT
GLOVES ON TO TAKE MY BLOOD?
Sean: LOOK, EVEN IF YOU DO HAVE
THE VIRUS, THIS ISN'T THE
EIGHTIES ANYMORE. THE COCKTAIL'S
BEEN WILDLY SUCCESSFUL IN
SUPPRESSING SYMPTOMS. PEOPLE ARE
LIVING FOR YEARS.
Christian: SOME ARE. SOME
AREN'T. THE MEDIA HAS JUST
DECIDED THAT THE STORIES OF THE
LIVING ARE MORE INTERESTING THAN
THE STORIES OF THE DYING. NOBODY
TALKS ABOUT THE SIDE-EFFECTS OF
THE COCKTAIL. THE CHRONIC
DIARRHEA, KIDNEY STONES, FAT
REDISTRIBUTION.
Sean: I'M JUST SAYING YOU CAN
STILL HAVE A NORMAL LIFE.
Christian: NORMAL LIFE? DO YOU
REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS? BESIDES
THE FACT THAT I MIGHT AS WELL
DONATE MY DICK TO CHARITY, WE'RE
GONNA HAVE TO REVEAL MY STATUS
TO ALL OF OUR PATIENTS, SEAN.
WOULD YOU WANT AN H.I.V.
POSITIVE SURGEON OPERATING ON
YOU? STOP BEING MY DOCTOR. START
BEING MY FRIEND.
Sean: WELL, AS YOUR FRIEND AND
YOUR DOCTOR, I SUGGEST YOU GO
THROUGH YOUR BLACKBERRY AND GET
AHOLD OF EVERY WOMAN YOU
EXCHANGED BODILY FLUIDS WITH
SINCE YOUR EXPOSURE.
Christian: I'LL START CALLING
AFTER I GET MY RESULTS BACK.
Sean: HOW LONG WILL THAT TAKE?
2, 3 DAYS? HOW MANY OF THE WOMEN
YOU SLEPT WITH ARE GONNA SLEEP
WITH OTHER MEN DURING THAT
WAITING PERIOD? LIVES ARE AT
STAKE HERE, CHRISTIAN. INCLUDING
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW'S.
HEY, I'M HERE FOR YOU. I'LL HELP
YOU THROUGH ALL OF THIS, GOOD
RESULTS OR BAD, BUT YOU GOTTA
OWN UP TO YOUR PART. YOU MAY NOT
HAVE BEEN RESPONSIBLE WITH THESE
WOMEN, BUT YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE
NOW FOR WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE
UNKNOWINGLY DONE TO THEM.
[DIALING]
Christian: HI, ERICA? IT'S
CHRISTIAN. GOOD TO TALK TO YOU,
TOO. LOOK, ERIKA, I'M GONNA CUT
TO THE CHASE HERE. I'VE BEEN
WITH SOMEONE WHO TESTED H.I.V.
POSITIVE, WHICH MEANS I MIGHT
BE, WHICH MEANS YOU MIGHT BE. I
DIDN'T SAY I HAD IT, I SAID SHE
HAD IT. I TESTED MYSELF TODAY.
I'M JUST SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU
SHOULD DO THE SAME. LOOK,
SWEETHEART, DON'T PUT THIS
EXCLUSIVELY ON ME. YOU'RE THE
ONE WHO PUT MY HAND UP YOUR
SKIRT. WHY WOULD I CONSIDER
CONDOMS? YOU HAVEN'T CONSIDERED
A PREGNANCY SCARE SINCE GABE
KAPLAN WAS A CELEBRITY. YEAH,
WELL, YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT,
ERICA. I DID NOT VIOLATE YOU.
[WOMAN GASPING]
Woman: NO! NO! AAH! AAH!
Christian: HEY, I DON'T REMEMBER
YOU ASKING ME ABOUT MY SEXUAL
HISTORY WHEN YOU WERE BENT OVER
MY DESK WITH YOUR ASS HANGING
OUT, MISS CAMDEN. YOU DON'T
THINK I'M IN PAIN OVER THIS?
Woman: AAH! AAH!
Christian: STOP CRYING. STOP
CRYING. STOP CRYING.
[WOMAN CRYING]
Christian: STOP CRYING.
...CRYING. STOP CRYING.
[WOMAN CRYING]
Christian: STOP CRYING.
Newscaster: BUT HOW DO WE STOP
ATTACKS THAT ARE SO RANDOM? HOW
DO WE FIGHT AN ENEMY SO VICIOUS?
ONE MAN WITH AN ANSWER TO THESE
QUESTIONS IS DOCTOR SEAN
McNAMARA, A PLASTIC SURGEON FROM
MIAMI WHO HAS DEDICATED HIS TIME
AND SKILLS TO FIX WHAT THE
CARVER HAS DESTROYED.
Julia McNamara: OH, HE LOOKS
GOOD.
Kevin Hotchkiss: A LITTLE MAKEUP
AND A LITTLE VASELINE ON THE
LENS, HELL, MY DOG LOOKS LIKE
DEMI.
Julia: SHUT UP.
Newscaster: IT'S NOT FOR MONEY.
YOU'RE LOSING THOUSANDS IN O.R.
TIME TO HELP THESE VICTIMS
GRATIS.
Sean: WELL, THAT'S JUST IT,
ISN'T IT? IT'S FOR THE VICTIMS.
SOMETIMES WE, AS A SOCIETY, HAVE
TO STOP JUST WATCHING THE NEWS,
AND UNDERSTAND THAT WE PLAY A
PART IN ALL THIS. THAT WE HAVE A
RESPONSIBILITY TO OUR
COMMUNITIES TO STAND UP AND
FIGHT. I USE A SCALPEL TO DO MY
TALKING, BUT WE ALL HAVE TOOLS.
Newscaster: THE POLICE ARE
REPORTING THAT THE CARVER
DELIVERS A MESSAGE TO HIS
VICTIMS BEFORE HE CUTS THEM.
Sean: BEAUTY IS A CURSE ON THE
WORLD.
Newscaster: YOU'RE A PLASTIC
SURGEON. HOW CAN YOU NOT TAKE
THAT PERSONALLY?
Sean: I DO. LOOK, WE ALL GET
CAUGHT UP IN THE MYTH OF BEAUTY.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT THE
CARVER DOES AND WHAT I DO IS
THAT HE'S TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE
LOOK AS UGLY AS HE FEELS ON THE
INSIDE. I'M TRYING TO MAKE
PEOPLE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THEY FEEL
ON THE INSIDE.
Newscaster: THIS IS ANDREA HALL
REPORTING FROM MIAMI BEACH. BACK
TO YOU.
Man: NURSE KIMBERLY, I'VE NEVER
SEEN ANYONE TAKE SOMEONE'S
TEMPERATURE USING THAT.
Kimber: CUT. IT WAS GOOD. BUT
REMEMBER WHAT'S GOING ON HERE,
FANTASIA. HE JUST SLEPT WITH THE
CANDY STRIPER, OK? SO THIS BLOW
JOB ISN'T TO GET HIM OFF, IT'S
TO GET HIM TO LOVE YOU. OK? ALL
RIGHT. OH, AND YOU SHOULD TAKE
YOUR TIT OUT SOONER BECAUSE
WE'RE NOT READING IT ON CAMERA.
OK.
WELL, THIS IS A PLEASANT
SURPRISE.
Christian: CAN WE TALK SOME
PLACE PRIVATE?
Kimber: UH, YEAH. YEAH. YOU'D
THINK THAT BEING ON A PORN SET
ALL DAY WOULD MAKE YOU HORNY,
BUT AFTER A COUPLE HOURS IT'S,
LIKE, THE LAST THING YOU WANNA
DO IS GET LAID.
Christian: I MIGHT BE H.I.V.
POSITIVE. THIS IS SERIOUS,
KIMBER. YOU HAVE TO GET YOURSELF
TESTED.
Kimber: WELL, I HAVE BEEN. EVERY
MONTH. I JUST GOT MY P.N.R.
D.N.A. RESULTS BACK LAST WEEK. I
MEAN, IT'S SORT OF AN UNWRITTEN
LAW IN THIS BUSINESS. H.I.V.,
CHLAMYDIA, GONORRHEA. I'M CLEAN.
Christian: THANK GOD. GOOD.
GOOD. AHEM. I STILL HAVE ONE
CALL TO MAKE. JAMES AND WILBUR.
Kimber: I'M SO SORRY, CHRISTIAN.
HEY, IT'S OK.
Christian: I'M ALL ALONE,
KIMBER. I'VE HAD SEX WITH A
THOUSAND WOMEN, BUT THE TRUTH IS
I HAVEN'T BEEN INTIMATE WITH A
SINGLE ONE OF 'EM.
Kimber: YOU WERE INTIMATE WITH
ME. YOU TRIED TO BE AT LEAST,
AND THAT COUNTS FOR SOMETHING.
Christian: WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD
TO ME?
Kimber: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU,
CHRISTIAN.
Christian: YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF
ME. GOOD LOOKS,
NICE THINGS. ON PAPER,
I'M YOUR PERFECT MAN, BUT
HOW ARE YOU GONNA FEEL ABOUT ME
WHEN I HAVE NO HAIR AND I CAN'T
EAT A BOWL OF BROWN RICE WITHOUT
THROWING UP AND THEN...
LYING IN A HOSPITAL BED WEARING
A DIAPER.
Kimber: YOUR HEART WILL STILL BE
THERE...AND SO WILL I.
[SEAN GASPS]
[SWITCHES ON ELECTRONIC VOICE
DISTORTION]
The Carver: AMAZING DRUG, ISN'T
IT? IT'S A RAREFIED FORM OF
METACURIAN CHLORIDE. THEY USE IT
ON VIOLENT PSYCH PATIENTS.
CAUSES A KIND OF WAKING COMA.
IT SHOULD WEAR OFF IN A FEW
MINUTES. IT'S LIKE A PLANE
CRASH, THOUGH. THE FEW MINUTES
WAITING TO HIT THE GROUND CAN
FEEL LIKE A LIFETIME. AN AWFUL
FEELING, BEING TOTALLY HELPLESS,
HAVING NO CONTROL. THAT'S HOW
MOST PEOPLE SPEND THEIR LIVES,
SLAVES TO THE TYRANNY OF BEAUTY,
CARB COUNTING AND GET BOOKS
AND CLASSES AND CHEMICAL PEELS.
I'M RESCUING PEOPLE FROM ALL OF
THAT, AND YOU ARE DESTROYING MY
WORK. THEY CALL ME THE CARVER.
I'M AN ARTIST. YOU'RE THE
CARVER. 50 NOSES ALL THE
SAME, A THOUSAND FLAWLESS
BREASTS. YOU'RE THE MONSTER,
CARVING WHAT'S BEAUTIFUL AND
REAL OUT OF LIFE. THIS IS MY
CITY NOW, DOCTOR.
[SEAN GASPS]
THE DRUG'S WEARING OFF. THAT'S
GOOD. YOU'RE JUST A CURSE ON THE
WORLD WHO KEEPS US FROM SEEING
WHO THE REAL MONSTERS ARE.
[SEAN GASPING AND CRYING]
YOU KEEP REMOVING MY
MASTERPIECES AGAIN AND THE NEXT
TIME, I'LL KILL YOU.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO
DISPATCH TRANSMISSIONS]
Sean: I DIDN'T SEE HIS FACE. HE
WAS WEARING SOME KIND OF MARDI
GRAS MASK.
Julia: I DON'T UNDERSTAND
HOW HE GOT IN. WE HAVE AN ALARM.
Detective: IT LOOKS LIKE HE
BROKE IN THROUGH YOUR SON'S
BEDROOM AT SOME POINT DURING THE
DAY, AND THEN WAITED UNTIL YOU
GOT HOME. I'M GONNA PUT A
UNIFORM OUT FRONT 24/7. ONE AT
YOUR OFFICE, TOO.
Christian: LET'S TAKE A LOOK.
Sean: THANKS FOR COMING OVER.
I DIDN'T TELL THEM TO CALL YOU,
BUT I'M GLAD THEY DID.
[JULIA GASPS]
Christian: WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME
FRESH BANDAGES ON THIS.
Julia: I'LL GET THEM.
Christian: IT'S NOT AS BAD AS
THE OTHERS. THE ANGLE OF
INCISION IS ABOVE THE NERVE, SO
IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO COMPLICATED
TO FIX. I'LL DROP EVERYTHING,
HAVE YOU ON THE TABLE FIRST
THING. I'M GONNA GET QUENTIN
COSTA TO COME DOWN FROM ATLANTA
FOR THIS. HE'S THE BEST FACE MAN
IN THE COUNTRY. I DON'T CARE IF
I HAVE TO CHARTER A PLANE TO GET
HIM HERE MYSELF.
Sean: THANK YOU.
Christian: YOU KNOW I'D DO IT
MYSELF...IF I COULD.
HE DIDN'T--
Sean: NO.
Christian: I CAN'T THANK YOU
ENOUGH FOR COMING DOWN ON SUCH
SHORT NOTICE FOR THIS.
Dr. Quentin Costa: OH, PLEASE.
PLEASE. AFTER WHAT
THE TWO OF YOU GUYS
HAVE DONE FOR ALL OF THESE
CARVER VICTIMS, IT'S JUST THE
LEAST I COULD DO.
Christian: SO, YOUR OFFICE SAID
THAT YOU RECENTLY GOT BACK FROM
SUDAN.
Quentin: IT'S GRUESOME SHIT OVER
THERE. THESE REBELS, THEY'RE
BASICALLY MUTILATING ENTIRE
VILLAGES. I WAS REATTACHING
NOSES AND EARS THAT HAD BEEN
MACHETED OFF.
Christian: ANOTHER SOLDIER FOR
LOST CAUSES. SEAN IS GONNA LOVE
YOU.
Quentin: DON'T GET ME WRONG. I
DID REWARD MYSELF WITH A BOTTLE
OF '83 CHATEAU MOUTON AND A
SUITE AT THE SHORE CLIFF WHEN I
GOT BACK, SO...
Christian: I HAVE SOME VERY FOND
MEMORIES OF THE SHORE CLIFF.
Quentin: [CHUCKLES] YOU AND I
NEED TO GET A DRINK THERE. I
THINK WE COULD TEAR THIS TOWN
UP.
Christian: SURE.
THE NERVE DAMAGE SEEMS TO BE
MINIMAL, SO THERE SHOULDN'T BE
ANY--
SERIOUS MICROSURGERY. JUST SOME
IRRIGATING AND GRAFTING.
Quentin: MM-HMM.
Christian: WE ALREADY DISCUSSED
THAT, DIDN'T WE?
Quentin: TWICE.
DOC, RELAX. YOUR PARTNER'S IN
GOOD HANDS.
Christian: HE'S NOT JUST MY
PARTNER.
HE'S MY BEST FRIEND. I DON'T
WANT HIS LIFE TO BE GRADED OR
NOT ON WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS
FACE.
Quentin: IT WON'T. A MAN'S GOT
TO LOOK AS GOOD AS HIS WAITING
ROOM, RIGHT?
Christian: I'M SORRY. I--
THIS DAMN WRIST.
I RESPECT YOUR SKILLS. IT'S
JUST...HAVING SOMEONE ELSE WORK
ON SEAN'S FACE IS LIKE HAVING
ANOTHER MAN SLEEP WITH MY WIFE.
Quentin: I PROMISE I'LL BE
GENTLE.
HOW ARE WE FEELING, DOCTOR?
Sean: IT FEELS WEIRD BEING ON
THIS SIDE OF THINGS. CAN'T STOP
SHAKING FROM THE ADRENALINE.
BETTER GIVE ME 10 CCs OF VERCET.
Christian: HEY, THIS IS YOUR DAY
OFF. JUST SIT BACK AND LET US DO
THE DRIVING. YOU'RE GONNA BE
FINE, BUDDY. I'LL BE HERE WITH
YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.
Sean: LET'S HIT IT.
[MUSIC BEGINS]
Singer: * THROWN LIKE
A CRIPPLED CROW,
SPINNING THROUGH
AND BREAKING BRANCHES,
I'M IN A BAD WAY,
CALL MY FRIENDS WHO KNOW
WHAT TO DO,
I'M A BETTER FRIEND
THAN I'VE EVER BEEN A LOVER
BUT THAT'S NOT SAYING MUCH,
BUT I'M NOT SAYING MUCH TODAY *
* IN THIS CELLULAR AGE,
PHONE/FAX IS TOO EXPENSIVE,
LIFE SEEMS SO MUCH MORE OPEN,
BUT I'VE BEEN BROKEN
WITH DISEASE,
AND YES,
I'M A BETTER FRIEND
THAN I'VE EVER BEEN A LOVER
BUT THAT'S NOT SAYING MUCH,
BUT I'M NOT SAYING MUCH... *
Christian: HE'S SO BIG!
James: I THINK HE REMEMBERS YOU.
Christian: HEY, THERE.
HEY, WILBUR.
James: GABRIEL.
Christian: RIGHT.
COME IN.
James: WE LIVE IN A VERY TIGHT
COMMUNITY. OUR PHYSICIAN LIVES
2 DOORS DOWN. IT WAS HARD ENOUGH
TELLING EVERYONE THAT I HAD A
CHILD OUT OF WEDLOCK. HOW WAS
I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THAT I NOW
NEEDED TO HAVE THAT CHILD AND
MYSELF TESTED FOR AIDS?
Christian: WHAT ABOUT CECILY?
DO WE NEED TO HAVE HER TESTED,
TOO?
James: WE HAVEN'T BEEN THAT WAY
FOR A LONG TIME. [SIGHS]
IS THIS THING GONNA KILL ME,
CHRISTIAN?
Christian: I'D BE SHOCKED IF YOU
HAD IT, JAMES.
James: BUT IF I DO...
AM I GONNA DIE?
Christian: WE'LL CROSS THAT
BRIDGE IF WE COME TO IT...OK?
James: YOU SHUN YOUR
RESPONSIBILITY FOR ONE NIGHT AND
YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WAKE
FOREVER.
Christian: YOUR TURN, BUDDY.
OH, COME HERE. OH, YOU'RE SUCH A
BIG BOY.
HOW'S HE BEEN?
James: GOOD.
HE'S STANDING UP ON HIS OWN NOW.
HE'S TALKING LIKE CRAZY. YEAH?
BOTTLE. HMM? BYE-BYE. DADA.
WHAT ABOUT HIM? IF HE'S SICK,
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
Christian: THE CHANCES ARE VERY
LOW THAT HE CONTRACTED IT FROM
HER. IF HE DID, I'M SURE THERE
ARE GOOD PEDIATRIC AIDS
SPECIALISTS IN SCOTTSDALE OR
PHOENIX.
James: IF IT'S NECESSARY, I'D
LIKE YOU TO BE A PART OF HIS
TREATMENT. HAVING A DOCTOR YOU
TRUST AND CAN GET ON THE PHONE
CAN MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.
Christian: OF COURSE I WILL.
James: HOW IS GINA, BY THE WAY?
Christian: I DON'T KNOW. SHE CAN
ROT.
James: MAY I GIVE YOU SOME
ADVICE? I'VE HATED GINA, CURSED
HER MANY TIMES, BUT THEN I LOOK
AT GABRIEL AND I CAN'T HELP BUT
SEE THE GOOD IN HER.
Christian: HE'S THE ONE GOOD
THING SHE DID IN HER LIFE.
James: SOMETIMES ONE GOOD THING
IS ENOUGH, SO WHATEVER LOVE YOU
STILL FEEL FOR HIM, YOU OWE TO
HER.
Christian: VERY NICE. DR.
COSTA'S ALMOST AS TALENTED AS
YOU ARE, SEAN.
Sean: I'M GLAD YOUR PRACTICE IS
IN ATLANTA, DR. COSTA. ANY
CLOSER, I'D BE A WALKING AD FOR
THE COMPETITION.
Quentin: WELL, I'M HAPPY BEING A
BIG FISH IN MY SMALL POND.
WOULDN'T DREAM OF SWIMMING
AROUND HERE WITH YOU TWO
SHARKS...UNLESS YOU MADE ME ONE
OF YOUR OWN.
I'M LEAVING YOU IN THE HANDS OF
YOUR VERY CAPABLE PARTNER,
DR. McNAMARA.
Sean: THANKS AGAIN, DOCTOR.
Christian: THANK YOU.
WELL, I THINK IT'S SAFE TO SAY
YOU CAN RESTART YOUR MODELING
CAREER IF YOU WANT TO, SEAN.
COME ON, PARTNER, SMILE. YOU'RE
ON THE MEND.
Sean: AM I?
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Nurse: DOCTORS.
Detective: THANK YOU.
I COME BEARING BAD NEWS. WE
FOUND THIS NEXT TO THE CARVED
FACE OF A TEEN-AGED GIRL...
HOMECOMING QUEEN AT CORAL GABLES
PREP.
Christian: CHRIST.
Sean: THAT'S MY SON'S SCHOOL.
Detective: HE HIT HER LAST
NIGHT. PARENTS ARE A MESS. THEY
WERE OUT TO DINNER.
Christian: WHY IS HE LEAVING ONE
OF OUR CARDS THERE?
Sean: IT'S A DARE. HE WANTS TO
KNOW IF WE'RE GONNA FIX HER.
Christian: WELL, WE'RE SURE AS
HELL NOT GOING TO. LOOK, I
APPRECIATE YOUR DESIRE TO HELP
THESE PEOPLE, SEAN, BUT NOT AT
THE PRICE HE'S GOING TO CHARGE
YOU.
Detective: LOOK, NOBODY'S GONNA
THINK TWICE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO
TAKE THIS GIRL ON, BUT I NEED TO
LET THE PARENTS KNOW, THOUGH.
THEY REQUESTED YOU SPECIFICALLY.
I GUESS THEY HEARD THE PIECE ON
THE NEWS. SO ARE YOU GONNA DO
IT?
Sean: THIS REALLY ISN'T
NECESSARY, JULIA.
Julia: I HAD TO PICK UP ANNIE
ANYWAY, SO I THINK STAYING FOR
AN EXTRA HALF AN HOUR TO MAKE
YOU SOMETHING TO EAT AND
STRAIGHTEN UP THE PLACE ISN'T
GONNA KILL ME. IS THERE ANYTHING
ELSE YOU NEED?
Sean: WELL, IF YOU'RE ASKING,
COULD YOU BRING ME THAT TUBE OF
VITAMIN E?
Julia: WOW! THAT LOOKS GREAT.
CHRISTIAN REALLY OUTDID HIMSELF.
NO, HERE. LET ME.
IT CONSTANTLY AMAZES ME WHAT YOU
PLASTIC SURGEONS CAN DO. YOU
GUYS DON'T GET THE CREDIT YOU
DESERVE.
Sean: REALLY? I ALWAYS THOUGHT
YOU HAD ISSUES WITH WHAT I DID.
Julia: WELL, HONESTLY, SEAN, I
DID. WHENEVER I USED TO TELL
PEOPLE WHAT MY HUSBAND DID FOR A
LIVING, THERE WAS ALWAYS A
LITTLE SHAME BEHIND IT--THE
SHALLOWNESS OF THE INDUSTRY,
HOW IT PLAYS INTO OUR CULTURE
OF SELF-LOATHING. YOU KNOW?
Sean: THE SICK PERSON WHO'S
DOING THIS...I HATE TO ADMIT IT,
BUT THERE'S A BIT OF TRUTH IN
HIS MESSAGE. I'VE CONTRIBUTED TO
THE CULT OF BEAUTY, BUILT THIS
HOUSE. MY WORK BEGAT HIS WORK.
Julia: NO, SEAN, YOU CAN'T DO
THAT TO YOURSELF. NOW, I WAS
WRONG TO BE ASHAMED.
Sean: REALLY?
Julia: WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HELP
THOSE POOR PEOPLE THAT THAT
MONSTER IS MUTILATING! YOU
SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOURSELF FOR
THAT. I'M PROUD OF YOU FOR THAT.
Sean: I WISH YOU COULD HAVE FELT
MORE OF THAT WHEN WE WERE
TOGETHER.
Julia: MAYBE I NEEDED SOME
PERSPECTIVE TO BE ABLE TO REALLY
SEE YOU.
Sean: HUH.
Julia: IS THAT ENOUGH?
Sean: YEAH.
Julia: YEAH?
Sean: THANK YOU.
THEY WANT ME TO FIX THIS GIRL HE
ATTACKED THE OTHER NIGHT. HER
PARENTS ASKED FOR ME
SPECIFICALLY.
Julia: HER PARENTS DON'T KNOW
THAT HE'S THREATENED TO KILL YOU
IF YOU CORRECT HIS WORK.
Sean: DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO
THE OPERATION?
Julia: MY ADVICE WOULD BE TO ASK
YOU WHAT YOU THINK.
Sean: I THINK I'M SCARED.
Julia: OH, BABY. YOU DON'T HAVE
TO, YOU KNOW?
Sean: WHAT WILL YOU THINK OF ME
IF I DON'T?
Julia: WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE?
Sean: THE DIFFERENCE IS NO
MATTER HOW MUCH YOU HURT ME OR
HOW DISCONNECTED WE ARE, I STILL
CRAVE YOUR RESPECT. I DID WHEN I
WAS IN SCHOOL, JUST STARTING THE
BUSINESS. NOW, IT'S STILL WHAT
LIFTS ME UP.
LISTEN, MAYBE YOU SHOULD STAY
HERE UNTIL THEY CATCH THIS GUY.
YOU CAN STAY IN HERE. I'LL TAKE
MATT'S ROOM. I THINK HE FOUND A
WAY TO PIRATE THE ADULT CHANNELS
ON HIS CABLE BOX.
[JULIA LAUGHS]
I JUST DON'T WANT YOU OUT THERE,
UNPROTECTED AND ALONE.
Julia: BUT I'M NOT ALONE, SEAN.
KEVIN IS WITH ME.
Singer: * EVERY DAY,
I KEEP MAKING THE SAME MISTAKES,
ONCE AGAIN, I FIND MYSELF
IN THE SAME OLD PLACE,
AND I'M WONDERIN',
WONDERIN' WHERE TO TURN,
THERE'S A DAY STRAIGHT AHEAD,
WON'T YOU TAKE ME HOME
[HUMMING] *
Liz: READY WHEN YOU ARE, SEAN.
Sean: 15 BLADE.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Gina: HEY.
Christian: HEY.
WHAT'S WITH THIS HOSPITAL
PIT-STOP?
Gina: YOU TELL ME.
I THINK THERE'S ONE DOCTOR IN
THE WHOLE PLACE AND HIS THIRD
LANGUAGE IS ENGLISH.
Christian: THIS DOESN'T MAKE
SENSE. YOU HAVE LOW-GRADE
U.R.I., BUT YOUR WHITE CELL
COUNT IS AT 3.
THE COCKTAIL SHOULD HAVE
PREVENTED ALL OF THIS.
Gina: I'M SURE IT WOULD, IF I
WAS TAKING IT.
Christian: YOU'RE NOT TAKING
YOUR MEDICA--JESUS, GINA! WHAT
HAVE YOU GOT, A DEATH WISH?
Gina: NO. I HAVE NO HEALTH
INSURANCE. I GUESS THAT'S THE
SAME THING.
Christian: WHY DIDN'T YOU COME
TO ME?
Gina: AND BEG YOU FOR MONEY?
I HATE MYSELF, BUT NOT THAT
MUCH.
[WHIMPERS]
Christian: BEDSORES?
Gina: NO. EVERY MUSCLE IN MY
BODY'S IN A KNOT.
Christian: ROLL OVER.
[GINA MOANS]
Christian: THERE YOU GO. THERE
YOU GO.
I'M CLEAN.
Gina: GOOD.
THAT'S GOOD.
EVEN YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS.
Christian: I JUST GOT THE
RESULTS FOR JAMES AND
WILBUR--GABRIEL.
THEY'RE NEGATIVE.
Gina: [SIGHS]
HOW'D HE LOOK?
Christian: GOOD.
Gina: YEAH?
Christian: BIG.
HE'S GOT YOUR EYES.
Gina: I SCREWED EVERYTHING UP,
CHRISTIAN.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
LIE SICK IN A HOSPITAL BED AND
HAVE NO ONE COME TO VISIT YOU
FOR DAYS? IT'S NOT THAT I BURNED
BRIDGES. I JUST--I NEVER BUILT
THEM.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE.
Christian: HEY.
Gina: HMM?
Christian: REMEMBER THE TIME
WILBUR EXPLODED ALL OVER YOU?
Gina: HE RUINED THAT SHIRT.
THAT KID COULD CRAP LIKE AN
OLYMPIAN.
Christian: [LAUGHS]
AND WHAT ABOUT THE
TIME WE GAVE HIM HIS FIRST
CHEERIO AND HE WAS FLAPPING HIS
ARMS AROUND LIKE HE JUST TASTED
A LITTLE "O"-SHAPED PIECE OF
HEAVEN?
[GINA LAUGHS]
[GINA WHIMPERS]
Christian: THANK YOU.
Gina: FOR WHAT?
Christian: FOR HIM.
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