All language subtitles for Nip Tuck [1x07] - Cliff Mantegna

Previously on Nip / Tuck:

This is my husband, Sean.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you.

I've heard absolutely nothing about you.

Don't for one second feeI ashamed
about these scars on your chest.

You're just wearing on the outside
what the rest of us wear on the inside.

Christian! I'm so glad you're here.

Look at you, sweetheart. You're an 1 1 .

You're proposing a three-way?

Yes.

Take off your clothes, Matthew.

-Need a ride?
-I don't ride for free, honey.

But maybe l'll make an exception
for a pretty boy like you.

This car!

What are you doing?
A hooker wouldn't say that.

I'm a model. I'm not an actress.

This is totally uncomfortable.

Everything is a drama with you.

I'm trying to make this relationship work.

And I'm not?

I'm the one
with candle-wax burns on her ass...

standing out on a street corner
with her tits hanging out.

I bust my butt to fulfill
every sexuaI desire you have.

I want a little goddamn appreciation.

Get in.

Mr. Mantegna, tell me
what you don't like about yourself.

That would be my tits.

I work out six times a week.
I hit my pecs twice.

Running, swimming, yoga.

I do the Zone delivery thing.

But I still can't seem...

to shake these hairy mouthfuls.

The gynecomastia procedure
you need to fix those...

is extremely painful.

You'd have to wear a bra-like
apparatus for six to eight weeks.

What's six weeks after a lifetime
of titty jokes and rejection?

Are you doing this
because you were rejected by a woman?

One woman?

Try 30. ln one night.

This isn't about a particular woman,
Dr. Troy. This is about my lifestyle.

I'm a swinger.

The problem is,
swinging is like anything else in life.

It's a class system.
And I'm looking to move up.

You know, get involved
with a higher class of people.

I'm sick of banging fat German chicks
in front of their pasty husbands.

We've all been there.

Have you ever heard of The Scene?

The Scene?

It's the greatest swingers party of all time.

We're talking supermodels,
actors, flawless talent.

They started throwing it
twice a month in L.A. last year...

and it was so popular
that now they're starting one up in Miami.

I have to get in. It's an event.

The problem is...

that you have to submit a full body shot
to the governing committee...

to get an invite, and mine got bounced...

for undisclosed reasons.

I bet a guy like you
would have no trouble getting in.

Cheer up, Mr. Mantegna.
When we're done with you...

the only tits you'll be feeling up
are gonna belong to Hooters girls.

I'm not bothering
with the Harvard application.

Who needs those New England winters
when the University of Miami...

provides year-round thong bikinis
just minutes from the campus?

I think I missed
that section of the brochure.

God, this place is beautiful.

How can you afford it
on a personaI trainer's salary?

You're kidding me, right?

I make $200 an hour
from some of my clients. Voil� !

And now, la touche finale.

You like?

Good. Because there's something
I want to ask you.

It's a big deaI for me,
but l'll totally understand...

if you said no.

You know those moments in life
where everything just opens up?

TotaI clarity.

I had one of those moments
the last time we were together...

at your house.

I looked at you, looked at your life,
and realized something.

I wanna be a plastic surgeon.

But I can't do it without you.

Miami has a speciaI program
that fast-tracks you...

into a plastic-surgery residency
as soon as you're out of school...

but the catch is,
they need a year-long internship...

with a surgeon in order to get in.

You wanna work with my husband?

Would that be a problem for you?

No. Not at all.

I can ask.

Sean can be a little funny
about the business.

So I can't guarantee anything.

Of course you can. Who'd say no to you?

I forgot something.

The whipped cream.

You like?

They're lovely.

So are you gonna do some modeling?

God knows you're good-looking enough.

Thank you, but....

No, they're for something else.

Yeah?

Linda, can you void the billing
on this case?

Megan O'Hara? Which one's she?

She backed out of a breast
reconstruction a few weeks ago.

Policy says I still have to bill her
for her pre-op and lab work anyway.

I know what policy is.
I wrote the policy. Just do it.

What was that all about?

-ls everything all right?
-Everything's fine.

I was just driving by Rascals...

and I know how you've been jonesing
for a Reuben for weeks.

Are you sure that's a Reuben?

Smells more like a bribe to me.

Can't a woman just do something nice
for her husband?

A woman can definitely
do something nice for her husband.

You driving 20 minutes
to bring me lunch...

sounds like a woman
who wants her husband...

to do something nice for her.

All right. I need a favor.

I want you to take
my friend Jude on as an intern.

I know you're not fond of him--

I never said I wasn't fond of him.

I'm just gonna have to ask Christian
before we take anyone on.

Will you? I mean,
all you have to let him do...

is make lunch runs, clean the O.R....

Actually, I've always wanted
to mentor someone.

Hello, Dr. Troy.
Can I take your temperature?

What?

-I thought you'd like it.
-I do.

You don't.

I spent $400 on this.

I'm just trying to do what you wanted
and spice things up.

Here's the dilemma.

You think a jockey wants
to see his girlfriend...

dressed like a horse?

I'm around nurses all day, sweetheart.

lf I wanted to screw one of them,
I would have by now.

You wanna spice things up?

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna do
what you do best, sweetheart.

We're gonna take some pictures.

Really sexy.

What's my motivation in these?

To get us laid.

You ever hear of something
called The Scene?

The sex party.

One of the girls at the Tampax shoot
was talking about it.

But don't we have to
sleep with other people...

to go to something like that?

-Aren't I enough?
-You're plenty, baby.

I'm just looking to
put some frosting on our cake.

We don't have to do anything
we don't wanna do.

What the hell?

What the hell....

Mom, this isn't a big deal.

Having three-way sex in my house
is a very big deal, Matt.

You guys are lucky that
that was all I was doing.

I know kids hooked on crank...

kids who are plotting
to blow up the school.

Congratulations. You win the award
for least screwed-up teenager.

You guys are sending me mixed messages.

I mean, how can Dad give me a condom...

and then expect me
not to have sex in my own room?

You gave him a condom?

I just wanted him to be safe.

And you didn't discuss it with me?

I didn't think we had to discuss
everything I say to my own son.

When it comes to his sex life, you do.

Yeah, and you wonder
why I'm having threesomes...

when you two are such a fine example
of traditionaI coupling.

Go to your room.

And don't slam the door.

Now I see how you can be
so nonchalant about this.

You've been encouraging it.

All I've been encouraging, Julia,
is a relationship with my son.

He's just started to trust me
and communicate with me.

I don't wanna throw all that away
over something as small as this.

Small!

A 16-year-old having a three-way
is about as big as it gets!

This is the problem.

You tell me to be a more involved parent...

then judge me for the choices I make.

No one is judging you, Sean.

I just need you to understand that...

the choices and the attitudes
that you have...

are gonna have reaI implications
in the lives of our kids.

What are you doing?

I'm calling those girls' parents.

We're all gonna sit down...

and we're gonna
have a conversation about this.

A sexuaI intervention?

All that's gonna do is humiliate him.

You can't just be the good guy, Sean.

Handing out prophylactics...

and slapping him on the back
for his conquests.

Welcome to the wonderfuI world
of parenting.

Part of me agrees with Julia.

The other part is saying,
''Way to go, Matt.''

We all want more for our children
than we had.

He never mentioned
anything about this to you?

No. Of course not.

You all right?

My neck seized up this morning.
Must have slept funny.

Twenty milligrams of Vicodin
and a blowjob will clear that right up.

lf drug abuse isn't your thing,
why not try a chiropractor?

Wasn't that patient we treated
a few weeks ago a back-cracker?

Which one?

Sexy curls. Double mastectomy.

You and she seemed to really hit it off.

Right. I think I remember her.

Maybe l'll try and see her after work.

Shit, I forgot.

Julia wants to have
some kind of family meeting...

with those girls' parents tonight.

Can you take the consult
with Schiraldi this afternoon?

God, I wish I was single sometimes.

You know the saying:
''For every beautifuI woman...

''there's a guy
who is tired of screwing her.''

Four-millimeter cannula?

Three.

Thank you.

Do you have any feelings
about taking on a college intern?

What's she look like?

He is a friend of Julia's from school.

Jude something.

I could use the points.

She's pissed that I'm not
outraged enough about Matt's three-way.

All right with me, partner.

l'd rather have the kid
hanging around here, than sitting...

shirtless by your pool
feeding the wife margaritas.

Hi, I'm Jude.

Vivian Schiraldi.

You're not here
to get anything done, are you?

Because you certainly are
the after picture.

I'm here to have my eyes looked at.

This isn't an optometrist's office.

The wrinkles around my eyes.

I've tried the expensive creams.
Nothing's working.

It's barely noticeable.

Really.

Unless you're up close.

It's my post-divorce gift to myself.

What?

You're a knockout. You really are.
You don't need anything done.

But since you're getting
your eyes done anyway...

I think your ears are a little off balance.
A millimeter at the most.

Balance takes off years.

Mrs. Schiraldi.

-I'm Dr. Troy.
-Hello.

lf you'll just step down the hall,
my office is the first door on the left.

Jude Sawyer.
Dr. McNamara told me to come by.

You worked her pretty good.
Got a thing for hot middle-aged moms?

Only if they've got a thing for me.

-You're here to intern, right?
-That was the plan, yes.

Take it to the Biscayne Wash
on 15th. Talk to a guy named Zook.

Have it back by 3:00,
and no eating in the ride.

By the way...

you were off about Mrs. Schiraldi's ears...

by two millimeters.

My partner actually
brought your name up...

this morning when he saw my neck.

l'd totally forgotten
you were a chiropractor.

You should thank him.
You're all out of whack.

Something new going on at home?

Let's see.

My son's sex life
belongs in a Penthouse letter.

And my wife seems to have
turned on me because of it.

Besides that, things--

That's not where it hurts.

Everything's connected.
You should know that, Doctor.

lnjuries and tension
aren't caused by externaI events.

They're caused by how you react to them.

I'm really trying
to be open-minded and flexible.

Being open-minded isn't a cure-all, Sean.

You can't just examine the situation...

decide what the appropriate
open-minded response...

is supposed to be,
and then follow through.

Especially if that's not
what your heart is telling you...

is the right thing to do.

Your neck isn't spasming
because you're inflexible.

Your neck is spasming because
you're not being honest with who you are.

According to everyone in my life,
who I am is a rigid prick.

Don't judge yourself.

When you want water, a rock is useless.

But it's the best thing in the world
when you wanna keep...

something important from flying away.

I'm a rock.

Now roll over, and l'll open that neck up.

I just need a second.

I should go. I'm really sorry.

Sean, it's all right. lt happens.

Look, it was unprofessionaI of me
to start working on you...

without talking about
what happened between us.

I'm glad it happened.
I'm not upset about it.

We were both feeling lonely,
and for that moment...

coming together
made that feeling go away.

But now, that moment is gone.

lt has to be gone.

Good. I'm glad.

I was worried you thought
it was more than it was.

Can I see you again?

On a professionaI basis?

Please.

That swelling isn't going away on its own.

Yeah.

Look...

try to be honest
with your feelings untiI then...

no matter what they are.

Would now be the right time
to break out the cyanide Kool-Aid?

I really need your support tonight, Sean.

You've got it.

Can we start this thing now?

Okay, everybody.

We all know why we're here.

Something a little disturbing
has happened...

and I think we should all
talk about it so that we know...

it won't happen again. Agreed?

This is gonna have to be
a frank conversation.

We have to remember that
we're all adults. We've all had sex.

Otherwise, none of you kids
would be here.

We just need to remember
to be honest with our feelings...

no matter what they are.

What's the point in talking...

when Mom's already decided
that what we were doing is wrong?

lt was wrong, Matt.

lt had serious consequences that
I don't think you've even considered.

Pregnancy, disease, hurt feelings.

You know, you kids, you think
you're all grown up, but you're not.

I don't see what the big deaI is.

I read this thing in People
about 12-year-olds giving blowjobs...

to their Secret Santas.

This stuff is just kids being kids nowadays.

I'm sorry, Alexi.

Stealing a six-pack is kids being kids.

This is much more than that.

Hold on a minute, Julia.

There was a documentary recently...

where a man named Marilyn Manson
said that...

if he could say anything
to the kids of America...

he wouldn't say a word. He'd listen.

Matt, we obviously don't understand
why you kids did this.

Why don't you try to explain it to us?

I don't want an explanation.
I want him to promise...

that it won't happen again.

An empty promise isn't gonna
get to the source of the problem...

if there is a problem at all.

How can you even look at yourselves
in the mirror...

and call what we were doing a problem?

Dad spends one week at home,
the next in a motel.

Mom spends all of her time with
some guy who's barely older than me.

We were having sex...

just like every other teenager
in the world...

with a condom that Dad gave me....

Looks like we found
the source of the problem.

Excuse me, but are you
blaming us for this?

I'm sorry, but whose house
did this happen in?

Ours, Lexi's, or this opium den?

That's only because
my mom's unemployed...

and you guys took all the locks
off Vanessa's doors.

Trust me, honey. Being on alimony
is not being unemployed.

Placing blame
isn't gonna get us anywhere.

Julia is a good parent.
We're all good parents.

Good parents teach their son
how to keep his dick in his pants...

and to be smart enough
not to try to cut it off.

-Daddy!
-Robert, you are out of line.

Fine, I'm sorry.

But to be honest,
I don't care whose fault this is.

l'd rather not know any more
about my daughter's sex life...

than I already do.

She's assured us
that this was a one-time thing...

and we're satisfied with that.

ls this true, Matt?
Was it a one-time thing?

Yeah, pretty much.

Ridley, is this your story as well?

It's okay, honey.

You can be honest here.
No one's gonna get upset.

We've done it before.

I'm sorry, Vanessa. I tried.
What Dr. McNamara said is true.

I have to be honest with my feelings
no matter what they are.

I'm not like you. I'm not a lezzie.

What's a lezzie?

Your daughter likes vagina.

I really like you, Vanessa.

I think you're cool, pretty, sexy, and all...

but I'm in love with Matt now.
We've been seeing each other.

That's not true.

Deny it, Matt.

But I love you.

I've had enough.

Come on.

Open and honest enough for you?

Honestly, am I being
too uptight about this?

For my tastes, yes.

But I've always found...

threesomes to be very satisfying.

You've had one?

Jesus, is there anyone under 30...

who still believes in monogamy?

There's a big difference
between monogamy and fidelity, Jules.

Just look at it from Matt's perspective.

Every guy wants a shot
at two girls at once.

Tell me you've never fantasized...

about being with two men
at the same time.

What are you getting all dolled up for?
A hot date?

You don't want to know.

-Come on.
-No way.

Not after how you reacted
to Matt's little m�nage.

I'm not a prude. I just hold my kids
to higher standards.

You know those....

The photos you saw the other day.

-Remind me again.
-The provocative ones.

Well, they were audition shots.

For a party.

What kind of party
do you have to audition for to get into?

A swingers party.

You still feeling open-minded?

No. I mean, yes.

I'm just surprised.

You take such good care of your body.
Aren't you worried about diseases?

We use protection.

You're still sleeping with totaI strangers.

They could be psychopaths.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

I knew you'd get all uptight.

I'm not uptight.

I just don't get the attraction
of that lifestyle.

Then come with me.

You're joking.

I'm a married woman.

You don't have to do anything.
Just come by. Check it out.

You'll find that that lifestyle
is much more attractive than you think.

This is ridiculous.

How can I be part of something like that
when I've just grounded my son...

for doing something half as sordid?

Look, Julia...

I'm no parent.

lf you want to understand
what's going on in Matt's life...

you gotta get into the reaI world.

Threesomes. Foursomes. Moresomes.
They're like Starbucks.

They're everywhere.

Just look at it as a field trip
for modern parenting.

-Let's get a drink.
-Let's go.

What's the matter now?

What if somebody sees us here?

That Neutrogena contract I'm up for
has a morality clause, you know?

Are you kidding me? Look around.

There hasn't been a party this hot
since Versace's '96 New Year's Eve bash.

Being seen here is gonna do nothing
but help your career.

First time?

Thought so.

Hi, I'm Mia, one of the hosts
of tonight's party.

-Thank you.
-Let me show you around.

As you can see, this isn't a rave.

There's no aggressive behavior allowed.

Think of The Scene as a sexuaI buffet...

with the finest of gourmet foods.

You can eat all you want,
or you can nibble. That's up to you.

For your protection,
each of the rooms comes complete...

with an array of condoms.

Rooms?

Pleasure chambers.

Orgy. Voyeur. Role-play. GirI on girl.

Any questions, come see me.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

Do you think these girls
are prettier than me?

You are the hottest piece of ass
in this place. And you're mine.

But if I'm gonna do
this one-woman thing...

it can't be with just one woman.

Whatever happens here...

I'm with you, and you're with me.

What do you wanna do first?

Can she come out and play?

Hey, Dad.

-You got a minute?
-What's up?

Nothing alarming. Don't worry.

I just wanna tell you...

I appreciate what you did
at the intervention thing.

You had my back.

You're my son, Matt.
I always have your back.

Even when you feeI like I'm riding it.

ls Mom coming home for dinner?

She's studying with Jude.

You wanna grab a bite?

I can't. I got a date with Ridley.

ls that the kind of man
you're gonna be, Matt?

What's that supposed to mean?

When your mother
got pregnant with you...

I didn't care if you were a boy
or a girl, as long as you were healthy.

After a few months, I didn't even care
if you were healthy or not.

You were mine.

I was gonna love you no matter what.

I never really cared if you excelled
in schooI or athletics...

or what you decided to do with your life.

The only thing I ever wanted for you
was that you be a good person...

not someone who would
hurt someone intentionally.

I didn't mean to hurt her, Dad.

I didn't.

Vanessa's gay, Matt.

It's not a choice.

You dating her friend is.

Julia !

Dr. Troy.

Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing.

I told you we'd run into someone I know.

Everything okay, Dr. Troy?
You look a little flush.

I'm fine.

I just thought you were someone else.

Really? Who?

Julia McNamara...

his partner's wife.

You look a bit like her, actually.

No need to be embarrassed,
Mrs. Schiraldi.

My lips are sealed.

ln that case...

we're gonna hit the voyeur room.

Wanna come?

-Maybe later.
-Okay.

Where'd you go?

I needed some air.

Did you see?
I did everything you asked me to.

You were sexy, baby.

Wanna get out of here?

I think we're gonna be okay.

She's at his place
studying almost every day.

Now she's stashing pornographic
pictures of him in her schoolbook?

-Something's going on.
-Burn it and stop worrying.

She's not sleeping with him.

How can you be so sure?

Because you and Julia
are both too honest to cheat.

He's probably worn out his welcome here
though, don't you think?

I can't fire him.

She'd think I was doing it
because I was jealous.

And she'd be right.

l'll take the bullet for you on this one.

The kid's bad news.

He reminds me of me at that age.

The extra blood work
you ordered on Cliff Mantegna.

You might wanna check out Page 2.

Hepatitis C?

-ls that like AlDS?
-It's a virus.

You were probably infected
by one of your sexuaI partners.

Am I gonna die?

The fatality rate is very low...

but the chances of chronic infection
are high.

You're gonna have to
get tested periodically for liver disease.

Why didn't you tell me this
before my surgery?

We usually don't run the full STD panel
on our patients.

The law says we have to work on you
no matter what you have...

but given your lifestyle,
I thought, as a courtesy...

l'd run it through free of charge.

I thought you could use it
to get into more parties.

I wasn't anticipating this.

You're gonna have to inform
your future sexuaI partners.

That I'm sick?

What swingers group
is gonna want me after that?

Two months in this bra. All that money.

This pain. And for what?

So that I can try to find some girl
who doesn't care that I'm sick...

and be monogamous?

I can't do that. I can't.

I can't just go back to normaI life.

What am I gonna do?

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Come in.

Some party, huh?

That Mrs. Schiraldi.
She's quite the hellcat.

This is a business...

not a pickup joint.

You're right.

lt won't happen again.

That's right, it won't.
Because I want you out of here today.

You're kidding me, right?

And take some advice.

Back off Julia as well.

Who are you, her husband?

Her husband's best friend. And partner.

Very weird how upset you were...

when you thought Mrs. Schiraldi
was Julia at the party.

lt was as if I was there with your wife.

That and the way she talks about you
could give someone...

the wrong impression.

Just a guess...

but I bet you won't be flashing
those pearly whites...

after I make a few calls and tell my pals
at the University of Miami...

that I fired you.

You make that call, Dr. Troy,
to the university.

That will give me free time
to have a nice lunch...

with your partner, and tell him
that you're in love with his wife.

Do it.

Just make sure your insurance is paid up.

Try moving it now.

Amazing.

Yeah, we're not all quacks,
no matter what the AMA says.

My partner didn't have to remind me
that you're a chiropractor.

I've never forgotten anything about you.

Sean, don't.

You said I should be honest
with my feelings, no matter what they are.

Sometimes people can be too honest.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Just tell me you don't feeI the same way,
and you'll never see me again.

lt doesn't matter how I feel.

You're married...

and I'm barely divorced....

I think you're beautiful.

That's my point.

The way you look at me....

I don't think I can let myself
be that vulnerable...

with a man that I can't have.

Who says you can't have me?

You asshole.

Nice to see you too, Jules.

How could you fire my friend
without talking to me about it first?

This internship was very important to him.

lf it was, he shouldn't have taken
one of our clients to a swingers party.

You should reconsider
who you are friends with.

He could've hurt our business.

Bullshit, Christian.
This isn't about the business.

This is about you and me.

-You can't stand the competition.
-Don't flatter yourself.

This is about you playing Demi Moore
with a 25-year-old kid...

with an overactive libido.

The one with the overactive libido
is a middle-aged surgeon.

I'm looking after
my best friend's interests.

You're my partner's wife.

His well-being is intimately tied to mine.

You fired him for revenge.

Someone else is interested in me...

and you can't stand it.

Please.

I can have anything I want,
any time I want it.

You can't have me.

Can't l? Face the cold, hard facts, Julia.

You're still pining away for me
like you have been for years.

Your boytoy is me.

Fifteen years younger than you.

Poor man's version of me.
Have you kissed him yet?

You couldn't handle it if I did.

When you did, were you thinking of me?

You know what I was just thinking about?

What?

Jude.

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