Previously on the pretender,
I think Angelo was a sponge,
someone can absorb the emotional and intellectual traits about others.
He can help us found Jarod.
You have a company now, Mr. Broots.
My name is Bridget.
I am going to do my job.
I won't allow you to compromise the situation.
A strange phenomena has occured with Jarod.
He woke this morning with seemingly no knowledge of his own identity.
We must begin, Jarod.
Why do you keep calling me that?
It's your name.
So you say!
I don't know even what I look like.
How is that make you feel?
I don't exist any more.
I want to know who I am.
No doubt,
the years of the pretender simulations has brought on this identity disorder.
My concern,
if that continues withdrawing, we'll lose grasp of his true self permanently.
He is gone.
What the hell is this?
It seems that Jarod is taking an interest in classical art.
Aphrodite never had a buck of milk like this, Sydney.
Ask me, I think Mr. Peabody is going to late puberty.
Why also would he be sculpting woman?
Dr. Clay.
There was every opinion I paid for them.
How did you become such an artist?
Practice makes perfect.
There are pretends among us. Genuises with the ability to become anyone they want to be. In 1963, a corporation known as the Centre isolated a young Pretender named Jarod, and exploited his genius for their research.
Then one day, the pretender ran away...
THE PRETENDER Season 2 Episode 5 Nip and Tuck
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Touch her face, tell me what you're feeling, Angelo.
Sadness.
Hurt.
Shame.
Who's hurt, Angelo?
Who's sadness and shame?
You're telling me that he cen feel the same emotions as when Jarod made these things.
He is still only beginning to understand.
Angelo's gift is an empath.
What he may be telling us what Jarod was pretending.
What the emotions arouse by the statues of the viewer.
Or the emotions of the worker who packaged the Clay Dough.
Hurt.
Sadness.
Shame.
A clue about my emotions, happiness isn't one of them.
Nice picture chuckles. How long did that take you?
My daughter Debbie drawed.
I wonder she could draw anything at all with all around this weekend.
Won't you ask what I'm talking about?
No.
Becuase if I have to hear one more time about your ex-wife and football team she's dating, I'll torse my toast.
It's not about my ex-wife.
What then?
How do I know I can trust you?
Um, I'm out here.
Someone is watching me.
This is the center.
Somebody is watching everybody.
No, no, no! Not in the center.
I had Debbie this weekend. Everywhere we went, I thought we were being spied on.
At the iceream parlor, at the zoo, even at home.
Sit.
I am telling you, someone is after me.
Broots, do you have any tangible evidence of the stalker?
No, it's little things, you know, foot steps behind us,
rustling in the trees.
When we got home last night, the light was out.
I...I always leave it on.
So it's dim bulb in your house, Broots. We always know now.
Hurt.
Sadness.
It's a shame.
Shame?
The mamma plastic you did.
Beautiful young girl like that you only gave a thirty-six inch bust.
Mat.
Oh I had to build her the code.
Any more than that she'll top in an earthquake.
Top? That's funny.
You gentlemen's serving dessert yet.
Ready to exciser the defect.
Your're running late. I got a rhytidectomy scheduled at ten.
No offence, Ray. But don't you have a promotion to get it passed over for something?
Rhytidectomy, at ten.
He seems a little irritable.
He lost our round at Santa Barbara clinic and he has been aggressive ever since.
Do you want to close?
Um, actually I would like to watch your technic.
They say you leave a scarring and then any surgeon cannot close.
I leave none.
What's your secret?
Sew's your pattern, nerve's steel.
And I think my old man laughed when I joined the macrame club.
Who's laughing now?
Yes, Debbie, Daddy's fine.
Um, just, just busy.
I miss you too.
Listen, just stay with mummy a couple of more days,
And then you can come back, okay?
Good. And do me a favor, would you draw me another one of these wonderful pictures?
Yeah, I got it right here.
Um, I love it.
I love you too.
Okay, be good peanut. Bye.
Perfect alignment. Incision's barely ...
Nice assist.
Where did you say you trained?
Princeton med, postgraduate at Harvard.
And Clay Dough institute.
Clay Dough institute? That's funny too.
Well it isn't funny as ever see the picture I get.
I didn't become a plastic surgeon at Beverly Hills just sit at courtside and leek games.
Don't knock courtside. And trust me the money will flow.
When I'm treating a medicate patient.., L.A. is full of rich, vain people under a unrelenting sun.
It's gold.
I just brought a brand new Boxter.
Cash.
As far as the perks, do you remember the bikini girl on Hellraiser Two?
I am dating her.
In fact, I designed her butt.
Well, she must be twice as good as Hellraiser One girl.
You're not still bragging about the bimbo construction business, are you?
Dr. Brant.
Wade.
You must be Dr. Clay.
Christine Brant. ...staff.
It's nice to finally meet you.
You've trained ...facial trauma and the sculped fracture repair.
Of course.
Great. We got a NVA victim coming in with massive facial injuries. She's yours.
I am on my way.
And it's very nice...
Time is money, doctor.
Right.
Lose something, love?
I am sure it'll turn up somewhere.
Relax, Mr. Broots.
I am here to help.
With you Peeping Tom problem.
How did you know?
Not important.
What is, is that I believe you.
Questions?
Why your friends Parker and Sydney don't?
Oh, they, they don't believe me, just they, they...
They could possible think a man of your intelligence a fool.
Or is that they have something to hide?
We know how to treat a man of your caliber.
We can protect you.
Who's we?
The people you can trust.
Hope you find what you're looking for.
Afraid, Daddy afraid.
Daddy afraid.
That's one big ear, Jarod.
You weren't kidding, were you?
It's a remarkable substance, Clay Dough.
And the name would ... was for cooking.
But I find it useful in training for blepharoplasty.
Otoplasty ... surgery.
You my friend, need some serious nugget.
Nugget? Is that another Clay Dough product?
Not exactly.
Any complications on the NVA case?
Um, no. But I will keep my eye on until they folllow up.
It's a candy case. There is no follow up.
Candy cases are pro bono.
They should happy to get surgery at all.
Pro bono?
I spent seven years in medical school to operate for free.
Once a week. Brant's rule.
You know I'm beginning to wonder about this place.
Money, movie stars, so far I've not even seen one single starlet.
For now you won't.
Brant does most of surgery herself.
And we get stuck with free bees?
This hole helped the poor a bit, it's Brant big thing.
Hey, yous. Dr. Eubanks, if you want to stay at Surgicare.
Dr. Brant.
Get something straight, doctor.
Surgicare is not just about getting actors a part in their next movie.
We are the county's top provider of free reconstructive surgery.
If you want to share the flora, you do your share the ladder.
Ah, nice ear.
I should sew a belt to her neck.
''Tragic Car Wreck Leaves One Injured, One Dead''
''Injured, Scholaship Student Drops Out of School''
''I Am...''
Why are you doing that, Jarod?
Why do you keep calling me that?
I am nobody.
You can't hide from youself forever.
Jarod's resistance continues.
If he refuses about anticipating any simulation to interact, even to eat.
The self-impose isolation is a new pretender phenomena.
I am worried about his future.
Can I help you?
Hello, I am Dr. Clay, from Surgicare.
I am on duty to follow up on Tricia.
Nobody's ever checked on that child before.
That's why I am here.
The friend of her was driving the car.
God rest his soul, went straight through the windshield.
I told Tricia everyday, she is lucky to be alive.
...she can't see in that way.
Cos of the face, she won't leave the house, won't see her friends.
That child has a voice set down from heaven.
Cause of she had full music scholarship.
She is never going to use it now.
Never is a long time.
I see you like music too.
Oh, no. That's Tricia's.
One of the mystery gifts.
They started to come in the mail, about one month after the accident.
No calls, no return address.
God bless him.
Cos it's about the only thing makes that baby girl happy.
Can I see her?
Tricia? You have a visitor.
Hi.
You like blues.
It's my favorite too.
I am Dr. Clay.
Jarod.
Can you fix my face?
I don't know.
It's going to be very difficult to see through that.
I don't want to do this.
Tricia.
It's okay.
You know when I was at your age,
I never left the house either.
I stayed in for about thirty years.
It's a long story.
When I, got out, I realised, what I was missing.
Trees, fresh air, sunlight.
Life is a gift.
Nothing is worth missing out on it.
That's nice to meet you.
Wait.
You have beautiful eyes.
What color? Are they blue?
Violet.
Violet, my new favorite color.
Hello?
Hello!
Who's there?
Hello?
An..Angelo?
Daddy, you're afraid.
I need your expert advice.
- Medicine or woman? - Both actually.
This belongs to a super model.
Model or super model?
A super.
The fore two fracture of mandible.
Now do you think you can do the procedure without causing any problem paralysis?
Is the pope catholic?
I believe that's mandatory.
Look, in tht hands of a master,
she will come up looking better than she did before.
The 7th cranial nerve is near the center of the fracture.
Absolutely positive you can avoid it?
The most difficult part would be getting those complements in the lab
come up the negative blood A which I need.
A super model? Is she, she seeing anyone?
I don't believe she is.
As a matter of fact. I would be glad to introduce you.
Dr. Eubanks, it's Tricia Holmes.
Hi.
I remember you.
The fore two fracture of the mandible.
Just like the super model.
And I am sure you remember the result.
The posterior around this mandible was damaged and
right facial nerve's been suffering.
What happened?
Why don't you tell me?
Were you late for a movie premier?
Did you have a hard date?
Maybe with the charity cases you just don't give them.
I'm might not be... but I give my patients one hundred percent.
Right, except in follow up.
Guilty. But only following surgicare's pro bono policy.
Look, I am a damn good surgeon.
And I'm sure as hell never would I have done that.
Did you stabilize her fracture?
Completely.
And when you closed her, the nerve was intact?
Yes.
The lacerations that she sustained weren't that deep.
Jarod, I didn't do that to her.
I swear to you.
Well if you didn't do it,
Who did?
...closes it.
It certainly does.
Broots, one last question.
Have you considered counciling?
I'm telling you, if it wasn't for Angelo, I would be dead now.
He saved my life. He is a hero.
So monkey boy got out of the zoo.
Question is how?
Oh, I found this top security access card in its pocket.
Who knows how he got it.
At least, he saved you from whoever is after you.
Why just you still don't believe me? And what about these pictures?
Use them for your Christmas cards.
He is passed his bed time.
Put him back into his space.
Sydney, you still don't believe me either?
I am not sure what to believe, Broots.
I found these by the trinity of your house.
Shell casings.
It's the 9 mm, this is standard Center issue.
Um.
And these,
were with them.
Miss Parker is after me.
We will protect you, love.
But nothing comes for free.
Okay,
What do you want?
Miss Parker?
I want to know every move she makes,
everyone she speaks to.
You need this.
Oh, no. I don't know about that.
Survival of the fittest.
You know, choice is yours.
B...bless you.
Bless me!
Angelo, how did you get out?
Give me those. Give me that. That's mine.
It's my stuff.
It wasn't Miss Parker.
It Was Bridget.
What about the sneezy?
I've just passed through them all.
What are you doing with that?
Miss Parker.
Do you want me to hurt you?
No.
These were found outside of my house.
Your shell casings,
And your cigarette butts.
All planted by Bridget.
She is the one following me.
Angelo.
Who's access card, Angelo?
Amateurs!
Jarod, Jarod, where are you?
Jarod.
My God.
What are you doing?
Searching Sydney, for me.
Your name is Jarod.
And you have a tremendous gift to offer the world.
A gift that can help people.
You just need to believe in youself,
again.
I want to know what I look like.
I want to know who I am.
Ancient history.
That's me, in the drama club.
I got the breed in the screen musical Grease.
I don't think they wore leather jacket in ancient Greece?
Oh, that's me in the choir.
Let me guess, soprano soloist?
Um.
Was there anything you didn't do?
Um, maybe football team.
That you can't wait to get back to school to start all your activities.
Who is going to see a performer looks like this?
Unless she can fix me,
I am dead with school.
Tricia,
I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do.
The nerve damage is irreparable.
What did I do?
What did I do to deserve this?
You don't know what it's like being left out.
Knowing people point you like you are a freak?
I know what it's like to be at the outside.
And I know that I am stronger because of it.
I don't want to be stronger. I just want to be who I am.
I just, want to be who I am again.
She is gone.
Forever.
Her gift isn't.
I look around your room and I see all the things your passionate about
and I know that your face is just a small part of who you are.
Only you hold the key to your future.
I know that the life is a weird journey.
But to live it,
you have to be out there.
Hello, doctor.
How is my baby?
Making progress. I hope.
This arrived.
Oh, could you open that please?
My arthritis is just not getting me down today.
All gifts from the mystery friend.
Tess, did all the gifts have the same postmark?
All from the Santa Barbara.
- Mr. Hoffman. - Dr. Clay.
I am sorry about the urgency of this meeting.
But Dr. Brant was avid that this will be dealt immediately.
Well, You know your phone call was a little vague.
Is there a problem?
Someone has the information about Tricia Holmes.
I am not here to pass the blame or to play games.
Dr. Brant wants you clear that if you don't cooperate,
all this can go away.
I don't remember every patients.
It is a good answer,
for the medical board.
Medical board?
Um, they're starting an investigation.
I didn't tell anyone I swear.
We need a statement that you signed nothing unusual that night.
That will give the board off our backs.
And Tricia Holmes,
She can go back and hide her disfigured face in the shadows,
while you and Dr. Brant enjoy all of these.
Do we have a deal?
No.
No?
I won't lie for her any more.
It's two a.m. when Tricia Holmes was brought back ...
Dr. Eubanks... did an excellent job on her.
She was resting in calm. Everything was calm.
Then Dr. Brant came in.
She was freaked.
She was in the middle of chin implant on some movie star,
and the bone grafts needed for the procedure had been damaged.
Brant needed a donor, she needed one quick.
She checked out Tricia's chart.
Without a blinking, she grabed the scalpel.
My God, she didn't even bring that poor girl back in the surgery.
She reopened Tricia's face
and she harvested the bone and put it into a movie star client.
In a haste, she severed Tricia's facial nerve.
Brant gave me the promotion to keep quiet.
I've been trapped, ever since.
Ask Tricia Holmes about feeling trapped.
Long day,Bridget.
You know they say: woman's working all that.
You looked tired.
But then I guess stalking can be tough on the young thing.
The late nights, the long hours.
You know you Americans have a whole other English.
Sorry love, don't follow.
Now that my father is back.
You'd never get approval.
So there must be independent move.
You shot Broots, did't you?
If I shot Broots, he would be dead.
Now scaring him was the intention.
So who ordered it?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Raines.
It's just his style.
It'll make sense to go after the weakest link.
It was a very tough code.
Get something straight.
Broots may be an idiot, but he is my idiot.
The only one who terrorizes him, it is me.
You put a gun on me, no big deal.
Cos I know you don't have the rocks to put the trigger,
but the next time you miss with one of my team,
I'll put a bullet right on your blonde bonnet.
They said you weren't a bitch.
They were being kind.
For what it worth,
I did shoot at Mr. Broots.
However I've never took the pictures.
What's the occasion, Jarod?
Oh, let's just say it's my little way of saying thank you
for giving me the best job that money can't buy.
Well, you are the best hire I've ever made.
No offence.
You've been rolling those charity cases at our record pace.
Give the rest of us opportunities to focus on other priorities.
Like weekends ...,
... the beachhouse renovations.
Guilty.
Are you okay, Christine?
Ah, just um...
I haven't, haven't eaten.
Oh, I think you had one too many
If Wade would be so kind to lent me his car,
I will give you a ride home.
A chauffeur, too?
I really did hire the right guy.
What kind of champagne was that?
A very special year.
If you're keeping the engine like that,
you gonna ruin it.
Eubanks says his car can do one hundred and forty.
Let's see if he's telling the truth.
Jarod, Jarod, Jarod!
Dr. Brant? Dr. Brant?
Can you hear me?
There's been a terrible accident.
Am I okay?
Just a liitle blood.
-Oh God. -No, no, no.
Never mind that.
There is no deep trauma. It's only cosmetic.
My face?
Is it bad?
Don't worry. The damage isn't severe.
I can repair you.
Thank God.
There's been one slight complication, however.
Complication, what...
Oh, we have a high profile client to the next operating room.
A super model.
She had terrible reaction to a chemical peel.
She needs massive skin grafts.
Luckily, we have the perfect donor.
You.
Me?
I am not donating grafts.
It would ruin my face.
I am sorry.
But, there is no other way.
What, you are insane?
You cannot do that to me!
Sure I can.
Just like you did to Tricia Holmes.
Look on the bright side.
At least I am going tell you that I'm going to harvest
part of your body for someone else.
That was what you did to her, isn't it?
Jarod, please.
You cut a piece of her jaw,
to save your important client's little chin implant.
And you severed her facial nerve in your haste, didn't you?
Yes,I did that!
Now please let me go!
Sorry.
I cannot do that.
But I promise, I'll try to be more careful with you, than you were with her.
No, no, no, Jarod, please.
Oh, try not panic.
Your face is still anaesthetized.
What's left of it.
You are insane.
No, I resent that, doctor.
I did the very best I could,
considering I am not really a plastic surgeon.
What a...
No, no.
Oops.
''Doctor Arrested In Cosmetic Surgery Malpractice''
I don't think she is coming.
You need to have more faith.
Oh, baby.
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
Can I give you a ride?
Thanks, but, life is a so weird journey.
and it's about time I get back out there.
Jarod, Jarod.
This is what you look like.
This is who you are.
Bridget did the shooting, but she is not the photographer.
We know. This is came this morning.
What the hell is going on here?
Someone is trying to terrorize us.
Who?
Well, we are working on that one.
Angelo?
Angry.
Feel confused.
Angry.
Angelo.
Who is angry? Who?
Angelo.
This is a waste of time.
I decide who lives or dies.
''Nip and Tuck'' End
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