Original subtitles

Cop: EXCUSE ME, SIR.

Detective Fischman: NO, IT'S OK.

IT'S OK. COME ON.

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS, DOCTOR?

Sean McNamara: YEAH.

Fischman: ALL RIGHT. COME ON.

GIVE US A MINUTE, PEOPLE.

Cop: BACK UP.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Sean: THAT'S HIM. THAT'S--

THAT'S CHRISTIAN.

Julia McNamara: CHRISTIAN...

[SIGHS] WAS COMPLICATED.

BUT TO ME, HE WAS FAMILY.

Kimber Henry: HE WAS SO

BEAUTIFUL AND NOT JUST ON THE

OUTSIDE. I WISH HE COULD HAVE

KNOWN THAT.

Liz Cruz: HE'S THE ONLY STRAIGHT

MAN I EVER MET WHO WAS ARROGANT

ENOUGH TO THINK THAT HE COULD

CONVERT ME. SOMETIMES, I HATED

THE GUY. BUT MOST OF THE TIME,

I LOVED HIM.

Kimber: I LOVED HIM.

Julia: I LOVED HIM.

Sean: MY FIRST MEMORY WAS ASKING

MY MOTHER FOR A BROTHER.

I FINALLY GOT ONE WHEN I WAS 18.

HIS NAME WAS CHRISTIAN TROY,

AND I LOVED HIM. CHRISTIAN WAS

FLAWED, BUT HE LIVED. I JUST

WANT TO GO TO WORK AND SEE HIS

BLINDING SMILE AND TELL HIM

HOW HARD IT'S GONNA BE FOR ME

TO SEE A FUTURE WITHOUT HIM.

I JUST--I WANT TO TALK TO MY

BROTHER. I WANT--[CRYING]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[PRIEST WHISPERS]

Christian Troy: AND THAT'S WHEN

I WAKE UP.

Sean: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU

HAD THIS DREAM?

Christian: EVERY COUPLE OF

NIGHTS SINCE THE ATTACK.

Sean: WHAT DO YOU THINK IT'S

ABOUT?

Christian: DON'T YOU GET IT?

I'M STUCK. EVEN IN MY DREAMS,

AT MY OWN GODDAMN FUNERAL, I

CAN'T MOVE ON. I'M IN LIMBO.

Sean: SOME SWANK LIMBO,

CHRISTIAN. $20,000 A MONTH BEACH

HOUSE RENTAL. KIMBER COMING BY

WITH A HOT MEAL EVERY NIGHT.

Christian: I WON'T GO BACK

THERE.

Sean: IT TOOK ME A MONTH BEFORE

I COULD SHOWER IN MY BATHROOM.

YOU KNOW HOW I GOT OVER IT?

I WENT BACK TO WORK. I STARTED

LIVING MY LIFE AGAIN.

Christian: I CAN'T JUST WASH

AWAY WHAT HAPPENED TO ME IN THE

SCRUB ROOM, SEAN. I'M NOT LIKE

YOU. I FEEL THINGS. HE'S OUT

THERE, AND HE'S GONNA KEEP

TERRORIZING PEOPLE UNTIL THEY

CATCH HIM. HE OWNS US NOW.

Sean: REMEMBER MY EULOGY IN YOUR

NIGHTMARE? IF YOU BELIEVE IN

JUNGIAN ANALYSIS, WE'RE EVERY

CHARACTER IN DREAMS. MY

VOICE IN YOUR DREAM IS A PART

OF YOU TRYING TO HELP YOURSELF

THROUGH THIS. I WANTED TO TALK

TO YOU AT THAT GRAVESITE, WHICH

MEANS YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME.

[CHRISTIAN SIGHS]

Sean: I'M YOUR BROTHER,

REMEMBER?

Christian: HE RAPED ME.

[PASSIONATE MOANING]

Julia: OH, SEAN. [EXHALES]

YOU'RE A VERY CLEVER BOY.

HEY, IS IT TOO MUCH ABOUT ME?

WE CAN CHANGE THAT.

Jude: DON'T.

Julia: UM, WHAT'S UP?

Jude: I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE

REVISITING THIS RELATIONSHIP

WASN'T SUCH A GOOD IDEA.

Julia: [CHUCKLES] WHY NOT? I

DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU.

WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN.

Jude: THAT'S NOT THE POINT,

JULIA. WE'VE BEEN CRAZY ABOUT

EACH OTHER FOR 2 YEARS NOW.

IT'S TIME TO STEP THINGS UP.

WE'RE PAST THE GETTING TO KNOW

YOU PHASE.

Julia: SLOW DOWN. YOU KNOW I'VE

BEEN MARRIED FOR 17 YEARS.

Jude: YOU'RE STILL MARRIED,

JULIA! AND IT'S TIME TO MAKE A

DECISION. SHIT OR GET OFF THE

POT.

Julia: YOU KNOW, I PREFERRED YOU

WITH YOUR FAKE BRITISH ACCENT.

AT LEAST YOU SOUNDED MORE

POLITE.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[DROPS KEYS]

Woman, English accent:

DR. TROY, THIS IS DETECTIVE

KIT McGRAW OF MIAMI DADE VICE.

BY NOW, YOU'RE FAMILIAR WITH MY

VOICE BECAUSE THIS IS THE FOURTH

MESSAGE I'VE LEFT. YOU HAVE MY

NUMBER. CALL ME BACK, OR FACE A

SUBPOENA. YOUR CHOICE.

Christian: UHH!

[STEREO PLAYING]

Sean: 15 BLADE.

Liz: CHRIST, IT'S EVERYWHERE.

HOW COULD SHE LET THIS GO SO

LONG? ON HER PATIENT FORM, SHE

SAID SHE NOTICED THE SILICONE

LEAKING OUT OF HER MILK DUCTS

3 YEARS AGO.

Sean: I GUESS SHE FELT THAT

IGNORING THE PROBLEM WAS THE

ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH IT.

[LIZ SIGHS]

[LIZ CLEARS THROAT]

Sean: [SIGHS] ONE DOWN. ONE TO

GO.

Liz: OH, SEAN, THIS TOOK TOO

LONG. SHE'S BEEN UNDER FOR 5

HOURS ALREADY.

Sean: I CAN REMOVE THE LEFT

IMPLANT TOMORROW MORNING.

Liz: MRS. MEYER'S FEATHERLIFT

IS AT 8:00. WE HAVE ALREADY

RESCHEDULED HER TWICE.

Sean: CHRISTIAN CAN TAKE CARE

OF MRS. MEYERS.

Liz: IF HE SHOWS UP. THIS WAS A

2-SURGEON JOB, SEAN.

Sean: HE'LL BE HERE!

Liz: I GUESS SOMETIMES IGNORING

THE PROBLEM FEELS LIKE THE ONLY

WAY TO DEAL WITH IT.

[PASSIONATE MOANING]

Kimber: I INSISTED ON THIS

MUSIC. I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU

WHEN I DIRECTED IT. THE REVIEWS

HAVE BEEN AWESOME. ROLLINS AND

SHANK GAVE IT 4 COCKS UP.

AND ONE COCK DOWN.

Christian: I'M SORRY. IT'S NOT

YOUR MOVIE, KIMBER. REALLY, I'M

VERY IMPRESSED. I'M JUST--I'M

JUST NOT AVAILABLE RIGHT NOW.

Kimber: NO, YOU'RE NOT. LOOK,

I FEEL BAD ABOUT WHAT YOU WENT

THROUGH. I REALLY DO. AND I

HAVE TRIED TO BE PATIENT, BUT I

CAN'T PRETEND LIKE I DON'T MISS

IT, MISS YOU. I'M TIRED OF

MASTURBATING MYSELF TO SLEEP

AT NIGHT. I--

Christian: MARRY ME.

Julia: I WANT A DIVORCE. IT'S

TIME, SEAN, FOR BOTH OF US.

Sean: WHAT'S THE RUSH?

Julia: WE'VE BEEN SEPARATED FOR

ALMOST A YEAR NOW.

Sean: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

THIS JUST SEEMS SO...

Kimber: TOTALLY OUT OF THE BLUE.

IT'S JUST NOT WHAT I EXPECTED,

YOU KNOW? HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU

WANT TO GET MARRIED WHEN ONLY

A MOMENT AGO, YOU SAID YOU

WEREN'T AVAILABLE?

Christian: MAYBE I NEED TO OPEN

UP. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S HERE,

WHO'S ALWAYS BEEN HERE. YOU'RE

THE ONE I CAN COUNT ON.

I THINK WE SHOULD...

Julia: JUST DO IT. I DON'T WANT

TO DELAY THE REST OF MY LIFE.

I NEED TO MOVE ON. I NEED TO

KNOW THAT I CAN.

Sean: I THOUGHT THINGS WERE

GETTING BETTER.

Julia: CIVILITY ISN'T

NECESSARILY REPAIR.

Sean: I'M NOT SIGNING THIS. NO.

Kimber: NO.

Christian: NO? THAT'S YOUR

RESPONSE?

Kimber: YOU DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE

THE COUCH WHEN YOU ASKED ME.

YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET DOWN ON ONE

KNEE.

Christian: [SIGHS] WILL YOU

MARRY ME?

Kimber: DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY

TIMES I FANTASIZED ABOUT HEARING

YOU ASK ME THAT?

Christian: GOOD. THEN LET'S SET

A DATE AND DO IT.

Kimber: AND WHAT KILLS ME THE

MOST IS THAT I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR

THE WORDS "I LOVE YOU."

Sean: I LOVE YOU, JULIA, AND I

KNOW YOU LOVE ME.

Julia: I DO LOVE YOU. I HAVE

LOVED YOU SINCE THE FIRST DAY

I MET YOU.

Sean: THEN LET'S WORK ON THIS.

LET'S NOT GIVE UP.

Julia: NO. WE HAVE BEEN WORKING

ON THIS FOR 17 YEARS. AND WE

HAVE TO FACE THE FACT THAT EVEN

THOUGH WE DO LOVE EACH OTHER,

THERE IS A FUNDAMENTAL PIECE OF

THIS MARRIAGE THAT JUST DOESN'T

WORK ANYMORE. NOW PLEASE JUST

SIGN THE PAPERS.

Sean: I CAN'T.

Kimber: I JUST CAN'T, CHRISTIAN.

I CAN'T BE THAT PERSON THAT YOU

SETTLE FOR BECAUSE YOU'RE TIRED

AND DEPRESSED. I'M NOT READY TO

CALL IT A DAY. I'M NOT READY TO

COME DIE WITH YOU.

Sean: I'M NOT GIVING UP ON US,

JULIA.

Julia: BUT I HAVE, SEAN.

Kit McGraw: YOU WERE SLEEPING

WHEN YOU WERE ATTACKED, CORRECT?

Christian: YES.

[GASPS]

Kit: HE DRUGGED YOU, PARALYZED

YOU?

Christian: YES.

Kit: AND THEN HE CUT YOU?

Christian: YOU READ THE REPORT,

DETECTIVE McGRAW. I'VE ALREADY

GIVEN MY STATEMENT.

Kit: NOT TO ME, DR. TROY. I'VE

JUST ARRIVED FROM JACK THE

RIPPER'S LONDON. IT SEEMS THE

MAYOR OF MIAMI DOESN'T LIKE THE

PLUMMETING TOURIST RATES THAT

COME WITH A TERRORIZING MANIAC

ON THE LOOSE, SO HE BROUGHT ME

IN TO HOOK THE ELUSIVE MARLIN

THAT THE LOCAL YAHOOS CAN'T SEEM

TO CATCH.

Christian: SO YOUR SPECIALTY

IS SEXUAL PREDATORS?

Kit: MY SPECIALTY IS CATCHING

THEM. THIS IS MY CASE NOW, DR.

TROY. I WOULD APPRECIATE YOUR

COOPERATION.

Christian: I'M MORE

CONVERSATIONALLY INCLINED AFTER

A COUPLE OF DRINKS.

Kit: I DON'T DRINK.

Christian: I LIKE RECOVERING

ALCOHOLICS, TOO. IN MY

EXPERIENCE, WHEN A PERSON GIVES

UP ONE VICE, THEY USUALLY

OVERCOMPENSATE WITH OTHERS.

Kit: AND IN MY EXPERIENCE, DR.

TROY, WHEN A MAN KEEPS EVADING

ME WITH BULLSHIT COME-ONS,

HE'S EITHER TRAGICALLY INSECURE

OR HUNG LIKE A TODDLER.

Christian: I ASSURE YOU, MS.

McGRAW, IT'S NEITHER.

Kit: AFTER YOU WERE CUT, WHAT

HAPPENED?

Kit: DID HE RAPE YOU?

Christian: NO.

Kit: THE FIRST OFFICER ON THE

SCENE NOTED IN HIS REPORT THAT

YOU HAD WET HAIR. YOU TOOK A

SHOWER BEFORE THE POLICE

ARRIVED?

Christian: I CLEANED AND DRESSED

MY OWN WOUNDS. I'M A DOCTOR,

REMEMBER?

Kit: WHY WOULD YOU BE SO

CARELESS AND SELFISH AS TO WASH

AWAY FIBER EVIDENCE THAT COULD

STOP OTHERS FROM GOING THROUGH

THE PAIN YOU'VE EXPERIENCED?

Christian: AND WHY IS IT, MS.

McGRAW, THAT I AM THE ONE WHO'S

BEEN VIOLATED, AND YET YOU ARE

MAKING ME FEEL LIKE THE

PERPETRATOR?

Kit: VIOLATED AS IN SLASHED OR

PENETRATED?

Christian: ARE WE DONE?

Kit: FOR NOW.

Christian: NOT EXACTLY THE

WELCOME BACK I WAS EXPECTING.

Sean: MAYBE BECAUSE I WAS

EXPECTING YOU IN SURGERY AT 8:00

THIS MORNING.

Christian: I WAS BEING

INTERVIEWED BY A DETECTIVE.

SORRY.

Sean: YOU NEED TO EASE BACK IN.

I GET IT. I SUPPORT IT. WHATEVER

YOU NEED.

Christian: DON'T PATRONIZE ME.

LOOK, I DON'T KNOW IF I'M READY

TO OFFICIALLY BE BACK YET. I

JUST WANTED TO SEE HOW IT FELT

FIRST.

Sean: YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU

HOW IT FEELS FOR ME? IT FEELS

UNMANAGEABLE NOW, CHRISTIAN.

I JUST HAD TO MOVE 5

APPOINTMENTS TO NEXT WEEK, NOT

TO MENTION THE OVERTIME THAT I'M

PUTTING IN ALREADY. YOU MAY BE

STUCK WHERE YOU ARE, BUT THE

BUSINESS ISN'T. I'M THINKING

ABOUT CALLING QUENTIN COSTA,

SEE IF HE CAN COME DOWN FROM

ATLANTA AND PICK UP SOME OF THE

SLACK.

Christian: I MISS ONE SURGERY,

AND YOU WANT TO REPLACE ME?

Sean: IT HASN'T BEEN ONE

SURGERY.

Christian: LOOK, I'M NOT READY

TO COME BACK YET. WHAT'S WRONG

WITH THAT? YOU JUST SAID,

"WHATEVER YOU NEED."

Sean: I DIDN'T GIVE UP 2 DECADES

OF MY LIFE TO BUILD A BUSINESS

JUST TO TURN INTO SOME DIVORCED

DOCTOR WHO'S STUCK WITH NO LIFE,

WORKING 80 HOURS A WEEK BECAUSE

HIS PARTNER DECIDES HE DOESN'T

WANT TO COME IN ANYMORE.

SOMETHING'S GOTTA CHANGE. IF YOU

CAN'T, THE BUSINESS HAS TO.

Christian: DIVORCED? WHEN DID

THIS HAPPEN?

Sean: OH, JULIA JUST PRESENTED

ME WITH PAPERS. BUT YOU KNOW

WHAT? I'M NOT GONNA SIGN 'EM.

SHE LOVES ME. I LOVE HER. I'M

GONNA PROVE TO HER THAT WE WORK.

Christian: JULIA WANTS TO MOVE

ON WITH HER LIFE. WHY CAN'T YOU?

Sean: WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT MY

MARRIAGE. THIS IS ABOUT MY

PARTNERSHIP WITH YOU.

Christian: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING

IS IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU.

Sean: OH, COME ON. YOU WEREN'T

THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS ATTACKED.

Christian: I NEVER WOULD HAVE

BEEN ATTACKED IF IT WEREN'T FOR

YOU.

Sean: ARE YOU BLAMING ME FOR

WHAT HAPPENED?

Christian: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO

HAD TO DO THE PRO BONO WORK ON

HIS OTHER VICTIMS. YOU'RE THE

ONE WHO'S STUCK, SEAN. YOU

HAVEN'T DEALT WITH YOUR LIFE

AT ALL. RIGHT NOW, I MAY NOT BE

ABLE TO MOVE IN THIS WORLD, BUT

YOU WON'T EVEN LOOK AT IT.

Liz: SEAN, DETECTIVE FISCHMAN'S

HOLDING ON LINE ONE. HE SAYS

IT'S AN EMERGENCY. WELCOME BACK.

Christian: CONGRATULATIONS,

SEAN. ANOTHER CARVER VICTIM

AWAITS. AND YOU RUNNING OUT TO

SAVE THE DAY IS JUST WHAT HE

WANTS.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[FIREMAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

Fireman: PUMP SOME FRESH AIR IN

HERE! AND NO ONE INSIDE WITHOUT

A MASK AND MENTHOL.

Fischman: DOCTOR, THANKS FOR

COMING OUT.

Sean: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?

YOU FIND ANOTHER CARVER VICTIM?

Fischman: WORSE. COME ON.

Fischman: THEY COULD SMELL HER

3 DOORS DOWN. WE RESPONDED TO

A 911 CALL ABOUT A POSSIBLE

HEART ATTACK AND FOUND THIS.

Woman on TV: I'M BACK ON THE

JOB. YOU JUST SIT THERE,

THE BIG BOSS, AND THINK YOU KNOW

HOW TO RUN THIS PLACE. DO YOU

KNOW HOW IT OUGHT TO BE RUN?

WITH A PIECE OF RUBBER HOSE.

BREAK 'EM IN TWO IF THEY TALK

OUT OF TURN. ANYONE WHO DOESN'T

TOW THE MARK SITS IN SOLITARY

FOR ONE MONTH, BREAD AND WATER.

ONE FUNNY MOVE FROM A GIRL, AND

I'D CLIP EVERY HAIR OFF OF HER

HEAD. THAT'S THE WAY IT USED TO

BE RUN, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT

OUGHT TO BE RUN. JUST LIKE

THEY'RE A BUNCH OF ANIMALS IN

A CAGE.

Sean: WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE THIS

WOMAN DIRECTLY TO THE HOSPITAL?

Fischman: WE TRIED MOVING HER.

I HAD A SPECIAL WIDE-BODY

AMBULANCE OUT FRONT, BUT EVERY

TIME WE BUDGED HER AN INCH,

SHE STARTED SCREAMING.

Sean: WHY CALL ME?

Fischman: SHE WAS SCREAMING HOLY

HELL ABOUT HER SKIN. YOU'RE THE

ONLY GUY I KNOW IN THE SKIN

TRADE. COME ON. [COUGHS]

MRS. BOONE, THIS IS DR. SEAN

McNAMARA. HE'S HERE TO HELP YOU.

Sean: HELLO, MRS. BOONE.

Boone: ANYONE EVER TELL

YOU YOU LOOK LIKE DAMON ON

GUIDING LIGHT?

Sean: IS THAT A GOOD THING?

Boone: MM-HMM.

Sean: UH...THEN THANK YOU, MRS.

BOONE.

Boone: CALL ME MOMMA. EVERYBODY

DOES.

Sean: HOW YOU FEELING TODAY,

MOMMA?

Momma: I'M FINE. I TOLD DENNY

NOT TO CALL THE 911. HE WAS ALL

WORRIED ABOUT MY BREATHING, BUT

I'M ALL RIGHT. I DON'T NEED

THIS. CAN YOU MAKE THEM STOP

LOOKING, PLEASE?

Sean: CAN YOU GUYS GIVE US A

MOMENT OF PRIVACY HERE?

E.M.T.: BACK OFF.

Sean: THANKS. ALL RIGHT.

[SIGHS] HOW LONG YOU BEEN

LIKE THIS, MOMMA?

Momma: SINCE 2002.

Sean: YOU'VE BEEN ON THIS COUCH

FOR 3 YEARS?

Momma: IT'S MY SCIATICA. EVERY

STEP I TOOK WAS LIKE A FIRE IN

MY BACK. THE DOCTOR AT THE HMO

SAID TO LIE DOWN, AND THE PAIN

WENT AWAY, UNTIL I GOT UP AGAIN.

SO I JUST STAYED. I GOT THE TIVO

SO I COULD SEE ALL MY STORIES.

Sean: MMM. COULD YOU LEAN

FORWARD FOR ME FOR A SECOND?

Momma: NO.

Sean: OK. OK. THERE ARE

ANTI-INFLAMMATORY MEDICATIONS

YOU COULD'VE TAKEN FOR YOUR

BACK.

Momma: I KNOW THERE ARE THINGS I

COULD'VE DONE, OK? YOU AIN'T THE

FIRST TO TELL ME. DENNY--THAT'S

MY HUSBAND--HE TRIED TO GET ME

TO GO TO ANOTHER DOCTOR A FEW

YEARS BACK, BUT I'D GOTTEN

PRETTY BIG, AND YOU KNOW HOW

PEOPLE GET OUT THERE WHEN

YOU'RE BIG.

Sean: WHAT ABOUT FOOD?

Momma: DENNY COMES AROUND EVERY

WEEK OR SO. HE CASHES MY

DISABILITY CHECKS FOR ME, AND HE

BRINGS ME WHATEVER I WANT.

DENNY'S MY LIFELINE. HE GOT ME

THE TIVO.

Sean: WHAT ABOUT PERSONAL NEEDS,

GOING TO THE BATHROOM?

Momma: I'D RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT

THAT.

Sean: THAT'S FINE. I'M JUST

GONNA EXAMINE YOUR SKIN, MOMMA.

MIGHT HURT A LITTLE FOR A

SECOND.

[MOMMA GROANS SOFTLY]

Sean: YOU'RE DOING GREAT. JUST

ONE MORE SECOND, OK?

[MOMMA WHIMPERING SLIGHTLY]

Sean: OK. OK.

Sean: I'M GONNA BE RIGHT BACK,

OK?

I NEED TO GET HER TO THE

HOSPITAL. HER EXPOSED SKIN HAS

GRAFTED ITSELF TO THE COUCH.

Fischman: HOW IS THAT EVEN

POSSIBLE?

Sean: SHE'S BEEN LYING IN HER

OWN WASTE IN THIS HUMID AIR FOR

3 YEARS. BACTERIA CAN LIVE

EXPOSED FOR YEARS ON SYNTHETIC

FIBERS. THAT, COUPLED WITH THE

MOISTURE FROM HER BODILY FLUIDS

AND HER EXTREME WEIGHT, CAUSED

HER TO LITERALLY FUSE WITH THE

FIBERS IN THAT COUCH. THE

COMPRESSION OF HER NERVE ENDINGS

IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING HER

FROM PASSING OUT FROM THE PAIN,

AND WE HAVE TO MOVE HER FAST.

Fischman: WHAT, AFTER 3 YEARS,

ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S A RUSH?

Sean: THIS WOMAN HAS SEPSIS AND

SEVERE DEEP VEIN THROMBOSIS.

ANY ONE OF A DOZEN CLOTS IN HER

LEGS COULD TRAVEL TOWARD HER

LUNGS AND KILL HER. I NEED TO

GET HER LEGS MOVING, AND THE

ONLY WAY TO DO THAT IS TO

GET HER OFF THAT COUCH.

Fischman: HOW? THERE'S NOT A

DOOR BIG ENOUGH TO GET HER AND

THE COUCH THROUGH.

Sean: THEN TAKE THIS WALL OUT.

[MOMMA SPUTTERING AND GASPING]

Momma: DON'T MAKE ME GO OUT

THERE.

Fireman: OVER HERE.

Sean: YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE. I'M

GONNA BE RIGHT HERE WITH YOU. I

NEED YOU TO RELAX.

Momma: ARE THE PEOPLE OUT THERE

GONNA SEE ME LIKE THIS?!

Sean: UM...LISTEN, DO YOU HAVE

SOME KIND OF TARP OR SOMETHING?

Fireman: YEAH. I THINK I GOT

SOMETHING.

Sean: OH, THANK YOU. IT'S GONNA

BE OK. WE'RE GONNA GET YOU

SOMETHING.

[MOMMA CRYING]

[MOMMA MUTTERING AND CRYING]

Sean: HOW WE DOIN'?

[MOMMA COUGHS]

Sean: YOU GUYS READY?

Fireman: ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET

HER OUT OF HERE.

Second fireman: OK, GUYS, GIVE

ME THE POLES OVER HERE.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Sean: HELLO?

Liz: YOUR 4:00 ASS LIFT IS

PREPPED AND ON THE TABLE, SEAN.

WHERE ARE YOU?

Sean: OH, SHIT. I'VE RUN INTO AN

EMERGENCY OUT IN THE FIELD. UM,

STALL.

Liz: I AM STARING AT AN

EXTREMELY ANXIOUS PATIENT WHOSE

BARE BEHIND IS SAYING, "HOW DO

YOU DO," TO THE CEILING, AND YOU

WANT ME TO STALL?

Momma, crying: WHERE'S DR.

SEAN?! WHERE'S DR. SEAN?!

Sean: SO PAGE CHRISTIAN. HAVE

HIM START. I'LL FLY IN TO

FINISH.

[MOMMA GASPING]

Momma: NO, PLEASE. I DON'T LIKE

DRIVING. I WANT DENNY. DENNY

ALWAYS HOLDS MY HAND IN THE CAR.

WHERE'S DENNY?

Sean: I'LL RIDE WITH YOU, MOMMA,

AND THEN YOUR HUSBAND CAN MEET

US AT THE HOSPITAL, OK?

E.M.T.: SHE'S STABILIZED.

LET'S ROLL.

Sean: IT'S GONNA BE OK.

Momma: THANK YOU.

Christian: THERE WAS TRAFFIC.

SORRY.

Liz: YOU LIVE 10 MINUTES FROM

HERE. I PAGED YOU AN HOUR AGO.

Christian: JUST TELL THE PATIENT

I'LL BE IN IN A MINUTE.

Liz: THE PATIENT LEFT HALF AN

HOUR AGO.

[CHRISTIAN EXHALES]

Quentin: DR. TROY. I, UH--I

WANTED TO FORMALLY ACCEPT.

Christian: I'M SORRY. ACCEPT

WHAT?

Quentin: A PARTNERSHIP IN

McNAMARA/TROY. I GOT SEAN'S CALL

LAST WEEK. HE SAID THAT THE

LAWYERS WERE DRAFTING THE

CONTRACTS. THIS--THIS IS FOR

YOU.

Christian: LISTEN, QUENTIN, I

DON'T KNOW WHAT SEAN TOLD YOU,

BUT I NEVER AGREED TO TAKE ON

SOMEONE NEW, LET ALONE A

PARTNER.

Quentin: WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD,

ISN'T IT? I PUT MY HOUSE IN

ATLANTA ON THE MARKET THIS

MORNING.

Christian: WELL, YOU'LL HAVE TO

TAKE IT BACK OFF THE MARKET.

SORRY.

Quentin: IT CAN'T BE EASY TO

JUST...BOUNCE BACK FROM WHAT

YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH. LET ME

TAKE A LOOK AT IT.

Quentin: COME ON, I JUST BOUGHT

YOU A DRINK, BABY. THE LEAST YOU

COULD DO IS LET ME SEE IT.

[CHRISTIAN CHUCKLES]

Quentin: MAY I?

Quentin: YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE

THIS TAKEN CARE OF, CHRISTIAN,

BEFORE A WICKED KELOID POPS UP.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT. SIGN ME UP

AS YOUR PARTNER, AND I'LL TAKE

CARE OF IT, GRATIS.

Christian: YOU THINK YOU'RE A

BETTER SURGEON THAN SEAN?

Quentin: I THINK I COULD MAKE

BOTH OF YOUR LIVES A LOT

EASIER...AND BRING IN SOME

DELIGHTFUL ADDITIONAL INCOME.

Christian: SAVE THE HARD SELL,

QUENTIN. THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND

SEAN.

Christian: THANK GOD. YOU'RE

QUITTING. WHERE'S SEAN?

Liz: DADE COUNTY MEMORIAL.

Christian: WHY?

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Sean: GOOD. I COULD USE AN EXTRA

PAIR OF HANDS. LIZ, THE

PATIENT'S BEING PREPPED IN

ROOM 2.

Liz: OK. WILL DO.

Christian: I'M NOT HELPING YOU.

Sean: THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Christian: QUENTIN COSTA PAID ME

A LITTLE VISIT ABOUT AN HOUR

AGO. HE CLAIMS THAT YOU OFFERED

HIM A PARTNERSHIP.

Sean: HE'S RIGHT. OUR LAWYER

DREW UP A 6-MONTH CONTRACT.

Christian: WITHOUT CONSULTING

ME?

Sean: YOU HAVEN'T BEEN

AVAILABLE, PROFESSIONALLY OR

PERSONALLY.

Christian: WE ARE NOT TAKING ON

ANOTHER PARTNER. END OF

ARGUMENT.

Sean: YOU WANNA PROVE TO ME THAT

WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER PARTNER...

THAT YOU'RE BACK IN THE GAME?

THEN GLOVE UP.

Nurse: AND THE ONE UNDER THAT,

PLEASE. A RESUSCITATION FORM.

IN THE EVENT YOU STOP BREATHING

DURING THE SURGERY, YOU COULD

REQUIRE ARTIFICIAL BREATHING

ASSISTANCE. YOU CHECK "YES" IF

YOU WANT THAT ASSISTANCE.

Liz: THAT'S ALL OF IT.

Sean: WE'RE GONNA GIVE YOU A

FEW INJECTIONS OF A LOCAL

ANESTHETIC TO NUMB THE AREAS OF

YOUR SKIN WE NEED TO WORK ON.

YOU SHOULDN'T FEEL ANY PAIN

ONCE THE DRUGS KICK IN.

Momma: WHY CAN'T YOU JUST PUT ME

TO SLEEP?

Liz: BECAUSE OF YOUR POSITION

AND SEPSIS, WE CAN'T PUT YOU TO

SLEEP, MOMMA. WE CAN'T INSERT A

BREATHING TUBE IN THIS POSITION.

Sean: HAVEN'T I GOTTEN YOU THIS

FAR? THEN RELAX. WE ARE GONNA

TAKE VERY GOOD CARE OF YOU.

Momma: ALL RIGHT, BUT BE QUICK.

I DON'T LIKE NEEDLES.

Sean: YOU READY?

Liz: THAT'S ALL WE CAN EXPOSE

HER TO FOR NOW.

Christian: WELL, WE'VE GOT AT

LEAST 20 TO GO.

Liz: AN O.D. OF XYLOCAINE CAN

CAUSE A FATAL HEART ARRHYTHMIA.

IN HER CONDITION, WE'RE PUSHIN'

OUR LUCK WITH HALF OF WHAT

WE'VE ALREADY INJECTED.

Sean: WE'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO

WORK ON HER IN PIECES, THEN.

Fischman: WHY DON'T YOU STEP--

STEP--

Man: THAT'S--THAT'S MY WIFE.

Fischman: I UNDERSTAND THAT--

Sean: HOW LONG TILL THE

ANESTHESIA KICKS IN?

Liz: ENOUGH FOR HALF A SMOKE.

Denny: YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME.

Fischman: STEP AWAY FROM THE

WINDOW HERE, ALL RIGHT?

Denny: SHE'S MY WIFE, GODDAMN

IT, ALL RIGHT?

Sean: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,

ALL RIGHT. I'M DR. McNAMARA.

I'LL BE PERFORMING HER SURGERY.

Denny: I'M DENNY BOONE. I JUST

WANNA SEE HER BEFORE YOU PUT

HER UNDER.

Sean: GIVE US A MINUTE? MR.

BOONE, I CAN'T LET YOU SEE YOUR

WIFE RIGHT NOW. WE'VE GOTTA

KEEP HER AS CALM AS POSSIBLE

UNTIL WE'VE FINISHED THE

PROCEDURE. ANYTHING THAT CAUSES

A SPIKE IN HER BLOOD PRESSURE

COULD KILL HER.

Denny: YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT I

CAN'T SEE MY OWN WIFE BEFORE SHE

UNDERGOES LIFE-THREATENING

SURGERY?

Sean: I'M TELLING YOU THAT YOUR

PRESENCE MIGHT BE MORE DANGEROUS

TO HER THAN THE SURGERY ITSELF.

Denny: BULLSHIT. I GOT CONJUGAL

RIGHTS.

Sean: DID THOSE RIGHTS EXTEND TO

KEEPING HER CHAINED TO THAT

COUCH AND FEEDING HER LIKE A

VEAL CALF? YOU MIGHT AS WELL

HAVE BEEN POURING GASOLINE DOWN

HER THROAT.

Denny: I JUST GAVE HER WHAT SHE

ASKED ME.

Sean: OH, BULLSHIT. KEEPING HER

IN THAT HOUSE LET YOU CONTROL

HER. IF YOU HAD LOVED HER

AT ALL, YOU WOULD'VE GOTTEN

HER HELP.

Denny: DON'T YOU DARE CHALLENGE

MY LOVE FOR THAT WOMAN. SHE MAY

NOT LOOK LIKE MUCH TO YOU AND

YOUR SOUTH BEACH KIND, DOCTOR,

BUT TO ME SHE IS UMA IN KILL

BILL. NOW, SCREW YOU. I'M

GOIN' IN THERE. DON'T YOU HURT

ME, MAN.

Sean: THEY SHOULD BRING YOU UP

ON CHARGES OF CRIMINAL

NEGLIGENCE.

Denny: THE ONLY THING YOU CAN

CHARGE ME WITH IS LOVIN' MOMMA

TOO MUCH.

Sean: AND YOU SHOW IT BY

ENABLING HER SICKNESS?

Denny: YOU THINK I DIDN'T WANT

HER TO LOSE WEIGHT? YOU TRY

GETTIN' SOMEBODY TO DO

SOMETHING THAT THEY DON'T WANNA

DO. IT'S LIKE SERVING THEM A

SANDWICH MADE OF SHIT. THEY MAY

EAT IT, BUT THEY AIN'T GONNA

LIKE YOU OR IT AFTERWARDS.

Erica: WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL YOUR

GOOD CHINA?

Julia: UH, THEY'RE AT HOME--

UH, I MEAN, AT SEAN'S. UH...

THERE'S NO ROOM FOR THEM HERE.

Erica: EXACTLY. AND UNLESS YOU

GET A DECENT SETTLEMENT, YOU'LL

NEVER BE ABLE TO AFFORD A DECENT

HOUSE SO YOU CAN LIVE WITH--

Julia: CHINA MUGS? [LAUGHS]

Erica: YOUR CHINA MUGS, YES.

Julia: MOTHER, YOU REALLY DIDN'T

NEED TO MAKE THE TRIP DOWN HERE

TO SUPPORT ME. I'M A BIG GIRL

NOW.

Erica: I DIDN'T COME DOWN HERE

TO HOLD YOUR HAND. I CAME

TO FORCE IT. HERE.

Julia: WHAT ARE THESE?

Erica: WORKSHEETS. I STOPPED OFF

AT CORAL'S BEFORE I CAME.

Julia: GOD. CORAL LANGSTON

STEIN? SHE'S A BARRACUDA.

Erica, chuckling: I KNOW. SHE

MAKES JAWS LOOK LIKE A GOLDFISH,

BUT SHE'S THE BEST DIVORCE

LAWYER IN MANHATTAN. I GAVE HER

SOME OF THE PRELIMINARIES.

Julia: SEAN DIDN'T ASSAULT ME.

Erica: HE THREW YOU AGAINST THE

REFRIGERATOR AND PUT HIS HANDS

AROUND YOUR THROAT. OR WAS HE

MEASURING YOU FOR A NECKLACE?

Julia: I'D JUST TOLD HIM THAT

MATT WASN'T HIS. HE REACTED.

Erica: HE CERTAINLY DID.

Julia: ADULTERY?

Erica: IT'S TRUE, ISN'T IT?

Julia: OHH. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT.

[SIGHS] MOTHER, THANK YOU, BUT

I'LL HIRE MY OWN LAWYER.

Erica: FINE. THEN YOU PAY FOR

IT. I'M SURE SEAN WILL BE MORE

THAN HAPPY TO LOAN YOU THE MONEY

SO YOU CAN TAKE HALF HIS

PRACTICE. OR DO YOU THINK THOSE

GALS WITH THE NIGHT SCHOOL

DEGREES DOWN AT WOMEN'S LEGAL

AID CAN PULL THAT OFF?

Julia: I DON'T WANT HALF OF

SEAN'S PRACTICE. THIS ISN'T WHAT

THIS IS ABOUT.

Erica: WELL, IT SHOULD BE. YOU

HAVE IT COMING TO YOU. YOUR

MCATs WERE HIGHER THAN HIS. YOU

WERE WAY AHEAD OF HIM AT SCHOOL.

WHY SHOULD HE BECOME A RICH

PLASTIC SURGEON WHILE YOU WIND

UP--

Julia: A WHAT? TELL ME, MOTHER.

Erica: A TOTAL DEPENDENT.

IT'S YOUR TURN, JULIA. LET HIM

SUPPORT YOUR DREAMS THIS TIME.

HE'S THE ONE WHOSE KEPT YOU DOWN

ALL THESE YEARS, PREVENTING YOU

FROM REACHING YOUR POTENTIAL.

NOW HE HAS TO PAY FOR THAT.

Liz: SHE'S READY.

Sean: YOU'RE GONNA BE OK,

MOMMA. WE'RE GONNA START ON YOUR

LEGS HERE, AND IF YOU FEEL

ANYTHING, YOU LET US KNOW, ALL

RIGHT?

Momma: CAN YOU HOLD MY HAND,

LIKE ON THE TRUCK? I'M SCARED.

Sean: I'M SORRY. I CAN'T. I NEED

TOTAL MOBILITY TO GET YOU OFF

THIS COUCH. SCALPEL?

[CHRISTIAN EXHALES]

Momma, moaning: OHH...

Sean: PULSE IRRIGATOR?

Sean: NECROTIZING FASCIITIS?

Christian: GRADE 4 TO THE BONE

IS MY GUESS. LET'S GET A

CULTURE.

Sean: CAN YOU FEEL THAT?

Momma: WHAT'S THIS FASITIS

BUSINESS YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?

IS THAT GANGRENE? ARE YOU GONNA

HAVE TO TAKE MY LEG OFF?

Christian: IF THE INFECTION

CAN'T BE TREATED, YES.

Momma: BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO

GET OFF THIS COUCH IF I CAN'T

EVEN WALK?

Sean: MOMMA, WOULD YOU LIKE TO

SEE YOUR HUSBAND?

Momma: DENNY'S HERE?

Sean: I CAN BRING HIM IN TO HOLD

YOUR HAND, IF THAT WOULD HELP

YOU GET THROUGH THIS.

Momma: NO. I DON'T WANT HIM TO

SEE ME WITHOUT MY FACE ON.

Christian: WILL I DO?

Momma: GO SLOW, PLEASE.

Christian: NICE MANICURE.

Momma: I DID IT MYSELF. I HAD TO

FIND SOME WAY TO KEEP MY PRIDE

UP, YOU KNOW? THAT WAS MY DREAM

AT ONE POINT, TO BE A MANICURIST

IN SOME FANCY SALON. MY DAUGHTER

USED TO SAY, "MOMMA, YOU COULD

GET PAID FOR THIS WORK, YES, YOU

COULD."

Christian: YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?

Momma: JUNE. SHE USED TO COME

OVER ONCE A WEEK, AND WE'D TALK,

WATCH A PROGRAM OR SOMETHING.

SHE'D TRY AND CLEAN ME UP WITH A

LITTLE BOWL OF WATER AND A

SPONGE. I MISS HER. I REALLY

MISS HER.

Christian: HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN

SINCE YOU'VE SEEN HER?

Momma, voice breaking: AROUND A

YEAR. JUNE STOPPED COMING

'CAUSE SHE GOT SO DAMN MAD AT

ME. SAID SHE COULDN'T BEAR

SEEING ME LIKE THIS ANYMORE,

THAT SHE COULDN'T TAKE IT,

OFFERING HELP AND SUPPORT AND ME

NOT TAKING IT.

Christian: WHY DIDN'T YOU TRY

GETTING OFF THE COUCH, MOMMA?

Momma: WELL, YOU KNOW,

I'M A NEAT FREAK. I'VE ALWAYS

RUN A CLEAN HOUSE. HAVE YOU

EVER TRIED 409, WITH THE

GREASE CUTTERS? IT'S THE BEST.

[CHRISTIAN LAUGHS]

SOMETIMES I'D LOOK AROUND MY

PLACE, AND THERE WAS

JUST SO MUCH TO DO.

I'D GET TO THINKING ABOUT

ALL THE DUSTIN' AND SCRUBBIN'

THE WALLS DOWN WITH THE 409...

AND I'D JUST FEEL EXHAUSTED.

I GOT SO TIRED PLANNING ALL

THE WORK THAT HAD TO BE DONE.

SO I'D SAY TO MYSELF, "TOMORROW,

MOMMA. TOMORROW WHEN YOU

GET YOUR STRENGTH BACK,

IT'LL BE SCRUB DAY.

TOMORROW YOU WILL GET UP

AND DO SOMETHING."

Christian: AND TOMORROW WOULD

COME, AND YOU'D...STILL FEEL

EXHAUSTED.

Momma: RIGHT. THAT'S RIGHT.

[MOANS]

Sean: YOU'RE DOING GREAT, MOMMA.

HANG IN THERE.

Momma: I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE.

Christian: YES, YOU CAN. WE'RE

HALF DONE.

Momma: AND THEN WHAT? DON'T YOU

HAVE TO FIX THE SKIN?

Christian: WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH

THE SURGERY, WE'LL GIVE YOU A

COUPLE OF DAYS TO REBUILD YOUR

STRENGTH, AND THEN WE'LL DO SOME

GRAFTING, YES.

Sean: DID YOU GET AN INFECTION

GRADE ON THAT SAMPLE?

Momma: I'VE DONE ALL I CAN DO

TODAY.

Christian: LIZ? WE'LL BE RIGHT

BACK, MOMMA.

Christian: WELL, I SAY WE GIVE

HER A MINUTE. I'LL KEEP TALKING

TO HER, DISTRACTING HER. THEN

WE'LL START WORKING ON THE

SECOND LEG. MAYBE WE CAN SAVE

THAT ONE.

Sean: NO. SHE'S LOSING TOO MUCH

BLOOD. LOOK AT HER PRESSURE.

Liz: I COULD GIVE HER SOME

DOPAMINE--

Sean: NO. WE'LL WRAP THE FREED

LEG TODAY, STABILIZE HER, DO

THE SECOND ONE TOMORROW.

Christian: AND THEN WE'LL DO THE

RIGHT TRICEP ON FRIDAY AND THE

LEFT ON SUNDAY. SHE ISN'T JULIA,

SEAN. THE SEPARATION CAN'T GO

ON FOREVER.

[MOMMA BREATHING HEAVILY]

Momma, softly: OH.

Christian: HER FEAR OF ACTION IS

WORSE THAN THE ACTUAL PAIN,

SEAN. LET'S KEEP GOING.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

Christian: ANITA, GET ME THE

PADDLES.

Sean: CHARGE PADDLES 200 JOULES.

Liz: SHE SIGNED "NO

RESUSCITATION" ON HER FORM.

June: "YEA, THOUGH I WALK

THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

OF DEATH, I WILL FEAR NO EVIL

FOR THOU ART WITH ME ALL THE

DAYS OF MY LIFE; AND I WILL

DWELL IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD

FOREVER."

I'M JUNE. MOMMA WAS...

MY MOMMA. I KNOW SOME OF YOU

MIGHT THINK, "WHAT KIND OF

DAUGHTER'D LET HER OWN MOMMA

WIND UP LIKE SHE DONE?" BUT IT

WAS MOMMA THAT MADE ME PROMISE

TO LEAVE. [SNIFFLES]

I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY,

MOMMA. YOU WERE TRAPPED UNDER

THE WEIGHT OF YOUR OWN FEAR, AND

NOTHING WAS GONNA SAVE YOU.

ALL YOU COULD DO WAS FIND IT

IN YOUR HEART TO FREE ME.

AND THAT YOU DONE.

AND I THANK YOU FOR IT.

REST NOW.

[CHRISTIAN EXHALES]

Denny: I JUST WANTED TO THANK

YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID

FOR MOMMA.

Sean: I'M SORRY. I WISH WE

COULD'VE SAVED HER.

Denny: NO, I MEANT PAYING FOR

THE BURIAL.

Christian: YOU'RE WELCOME.

Denny: I MEAN THE FIRST THING

I THOUGHT ABOUT AFTER THEY TOLD

ME THAT MOMMA HAD PASSED WAS,

"HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA AFFORD

TO PUT HER IN THE GROUND?"

THEY TOLD ME I'D NEED A METAL

BOX 'CAUSE SHE'D FALL THROUGH

THE WOODEN ONE AND I'D HAVE

TO PAY FOR 2 CEMETERY PLOTS.

Christian: 3.

Denny: 3. DAMN. WHAT'S A PERSON

WITH NO MONEY SUPPOSED TO DO?

I MEAN...YOU GOTTA BE RICH JUST

TO DIE.

[DIRT MOVER STARTS]

Christian: HIRE QUENTIN. I DON'T

KNOW IF IT'S THE RIGHT MOVE OR

NOT, BUT AT LEAST IT'S A MOVE.

BESIDES, IT'LL HELP ME EASE BACK

INTO THINGS.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Sean: I'M PROUD OF YOU FOR

GETTING OFF YOUR ASS. IT MAY

ONLY BE ONE LEG AT A TIME--

Christian: NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.

BOTH YOU AND JULIA DESERVE

A FRESH START AT HAPPINESS.

YOU NEED TO MOVE ON, TOO.

Denny: JUST ONE OTHER THING.

DO YOU THINK I COULD HAVE

THE COUCH?

Christian: YOU WANT TO SIT ON

THAT PIECE OF SHIT OR KEEP IT AS

A MEMENTO OF HOW WELL YOU TOOK

CARE OF HER?

Denny: NO. I WANT IT 'CAUSE

SHE WAS PART OF IT, AND SHE'S

PART OF ME, AND I WANT

THE COUCH. I JUST--

WANT THE COUCH. [WHIMPERS]

Kit: THANKS FOR FINALLY

AGREEING TO LET ME LOOK AROUND

IN HERE, CHRISTIAN.

Christian: HEY, I'VE GOT NOTHING

TO HIDE. GUESS I HAD A CHANGE OF

HEART. BUT, UM, WHAT ARE WE

DOING OUT HERE? HE ATTACKED ME

IN THE BEDROOM.

Kit: THE INVESTIGATION OF

CRIMES IS REALLY

THE INVESTIGATION OF PEOPLE.

SOMETIMES THE BEST WAY TO

UNDERSTAND AN ATTACKER IS

TO GET TO KNOW HIS VICTIM.

YOU CAN DISCOVER EVERYTHING

ABOUT A PERSON BY SEEING WHAT

HE CHOOSES TO SURROUND HIMSELF

WITH.

Christian: AND WHAT DO MY

SURROUNDINGS TELL YOU ABOUT ME?

Kit: THAT YOU LIKE TO BE

IN CONTROL. EVERYTHING IS IN

ITS PLACE.

COMPULSIVELY SO.

MAID COMES ONCE A DAY.

YOU'RE TIDY, HARD,

ANAL. THE ONLY THING IN YOUR

HOME THAT'S SOFT IS YOUR BED,

WHICH I IMAGINE IS THE ONLY

PLACE YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE BEING

VULNERABLE, WHICH MAKES THE FACT

THAT HE ATTACKED YOU THERE ALL

THE MORE DIFFICULT TO GET OVER.

TELL ME ABOUT THE ATTACK.

Christian: READ THE FILE.

Kit: FILES ARE FOR LAWYERS.

BULLSHIT CARPET FIBER

INFORMATION. HOW MANY FEET FROM

THE DOOR TO THE BED.

BLACK-AND-WHITE STUFF. I NEED

YOU TO GIVE ME THE COLOR.

Christian: YOU FIRST. TELL ME

YOUR SECRETS, AND I'LL TELL YOU

MINE.

Kit: THERE'S NOTHING I HAVEN'T

SEEN, CHRISTIAN.

I DON'T JUDGE.

YOU CAN TALK TO ME.

Christian: BULLSHIT.

I WANT THE ONE THAT DID TO YOU

WHAT THE CARVER DID TO ME.

YOU WANT MY PAIN? LET ME SEE

YOURS.

Kit: I WAS 24. WE WERE MARRIED

6 MONTHS TO THE DAY. HIS NAME

WAS JASON.

Christian: DID HE HURT YOU?

Kit: NO. JASON WAS A GOOD MAN.

HE STOPPED ON HIS WAY HOME FROM

WORK TO PICK US UP A BOTTLE OF

CHAMPAGNE FOR OUR HALF

ANNIVERSARY. WHEN HE GOT BACK TO

THE CAR, SOMEONE PULLED A GUN.

THE GUY DIDN'T HAVE TO SHOOT

HIM. THE CAR WAS A PIECE OF SHIT

'78 VOLVO. JASON WOULD'VE HANDED

HIM THE KEY AND CONSIDERED IT

A FAVOR. I WAS AT LAW SCHOOL,

BUT DROPPED OUT AND SIGNED UP

FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT WITH

AN EAGLE EYE ON VICE.

I GUESS I THOUGHT THAT IF

I COULD SPEND MY TIME WORKING

IN THE DARKNESS, WHAT HAPPENED

TO ME WOULD BY COMPARISON SEEM

A LITTLE MORE LIGHT.

Christian: HMM.

Kit: THE REAL KICK IN THE ASS

WAS THAT I ALREADY HAD A BOTTLE

OF DOM CHILLING THAT NIGHT.

GIFT OF THE MAGI, RIGHT?

Christian: I'M REALLY SORRY.

Kit: TRUST ME ENOUGH TO SHOW

ME YOUR BEDROOM NOW?

LIE DOWN. I WANT TO REENACT

THE ATTACK. I JUST TOLD YOU

ABOUT THE WORST NIGHT OF

MY LIFE. NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.

FIRST HE INJECTED YOU, PARALYZED

YOU. AT THIS POINT, YOU'RE

HELPLESS. HE COULD DO WHATEVER

HE WANTED WITH YOU. THEN CAME

THE SLASHING, RIGHT?

JUDGING BY THE ANGLE OF THE

WOUND, I GUESS HE WAS RIGHT ON

TOP OF YOU. LEVERAGE-WISE, HE'D

HAVE WANTED TO STRADDLE YOU.

Christian: THAT'S NOT WHAT

HAPPENED--

Kit: SHH. YOU WERE PARALYZED,

REMEMBER? WERE YOU WEARING

A SHIRT? IT MUST'VE BEEN AWFUL

FOR YOU. A MAN WHO NEEDS TO BE

IN CHARGE DEMOTED TO ANOTHER

PERSON'S PLAYTHING. I CAN'T

IMAGINE THE CARVER HAVING

AN OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS AND

NOT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF IT.

Christian: I GUESS I WASN'T

HIS TYPE.

Kit: SOMETHING'S TELLING ME

THAT I'M YOURS, THOUGH.

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

Christian: DO YOU SEDUCE ALL

YOUR VICTIMS?

Kit: ONLY THE ONES WHO ARE

AS DARK AS I AM.

[BOTH MOANING]

Christian: NOW WHAT DO WE DO?

Kit: FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Kimber: GUESS I'M EARLY.

Kit: MAYBE I SHOULD GO.

Christian: NO.

Kimber: FIRST YOU PROPOSE TO ME.

NOW YOU'RE SCREWING ANOTHER

GIRL. WHO ARE YOU?

Christian: I'M ME AGAIN, BABY.

I'M BACK.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Julia: HI.

Sean: HI. COME IN. AREN'T YOU

A LITTLE EARLY? ANNIE'S STILL

PACKING HER WEEKEND BAG.

Julia: WELL, I WAS HOPING

WE COULD TALK.

Sean: OH, IT'S NOT REALLY

NECESSARY, JULIA.

Julia: WELL, NO, SEAN--

Sean: LOOK, I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN

SO RESISTANT ABOUT SIGNING

THESE.

Julia: BUT THAT'S WHAT I WANTED

TO TALK ABOUT. I FELT THAT--

Sean: NO NEED. YOU WERE RIGHT,

JULIA. IT'S ME WHO'S BEEN STUCK

IN OLD PATTERNS OF THINKING,

OLD WAYS OF SEEING YOU AND US.

YOU'VE DONE THE HARD THING.

YOU'VE FACED THE TRUTH.

Julia: WELL, I'M NOT SURE I KNOW

WHAT THE TRUTH IS ANYMORE.

Sean: THE TRUTH IS, JULIA,

YOU DESERVE TO FLY. YOU DESERVE

TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU'VE DREAMED

OF. WE BOTH DO. AND WE'VE TRIED,

AND WE'VE TRIED, AND...WE CAN'T

MAKE EACH OTHER HAPPY, CAN WE?

Julia: NO.

ARE YOU SAYING YOU WANT TO GO

AHEAD WITH THE DIVORCE?

Sean: I DO. I'VE SIGNED THEM.

[JULIA EXHALES]

THANKS.

Annie: HI, MOM.

Julia: HEY! HI, SWEETIE.

Annie: HI.

Sean: YOU HAVE FUN WITH YOUR

MOM. I'LL SEE YOU, JULES.

Annie: ARE YOU READY TO GO?

Julia: NO, HONEY. I DON'T THINK

I AM.

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