Previously on Nip/Tuck:
You really should lock up your firearms...
...and not leave them in a bedside-table drawer, you stupid bitch.
Are you a doctor?
Plastic surgeon.
Is that how we know each other?
I'm your husband.
We're still married?
We' re still married.
Really don ' t remember me, do you?
My first years in college were memorable...
...in the sense that I don ' t really remember much.
- Even if we'd had a thing. - We had more than just a thing, Christian.
We had a daughter.
Mr. McNamara, I'm Colleen Rose, of the Colleen Rose Agency.
You are a scene-stealer. And I know I can get you work.
Be a crime to hide that massive talent of yours.
- Sean, your agent is on the phone. - Agent?
She's a talent agent.
T alent agent? I thought you needed talent for a talent agent.
Sean McNamara, you are the new star of Hearts and Scalpels!
- What? - You did good, Colleen.
- What do you think of these? - This is inappropriate.
Go ahead, squeeze them.
These aren't the tits of a fiftyish-year-old woman. Am I right?
Do you see any other agents here, Colleen?
- We need to stick together here. - No, we don ' t.
- I ' m tired of you crossing boundaries. - Look what I made you. It's a Sean bear.
It's how I express my friendship.
Colleen, what's going on? Why are you here?
It's my niece's kiosk. And she- I ' m just filling in because she was sick.
- Why? Is that wrong? - You lied about who you are.
That's unforgivable. I trusted you.
This is the end of our relationship. Do you understand?
What are you doing here, Colleen?
- What have you done? I need you to fix these for me.
Colleen, I am walking to the phone, and I am calling the police right now.
- You did this to me, and you will fix them. Let's go. Come on. Come here.
No. You'll be sorry for this, I swear!
Dr. McNamara. What can you tell us about Colleen Rose?
You tell her to kill your agent?
Why are they doing this?
You're a public person now, buddy boy. They own you.
Nothing is off-limits.
Look, I know how hard this is for you.
CHRISTIAN: What the hell? ANNIE: Behind you.
Look, I'm not Sean. You're scaring his daughter.
That's whose picture we want. CHRISTIAN: Out of my way.
What are you doing here? I don't think you'll be much help with a broken collarbone.
- You mad at me? - I'm mad at myself.
Lost my priorities, my values.
I chased the dream like a silly teenager, and look what's happened.
It's gonna be good from now on, I promise.
McNamara/Troy?
Facelift?
They tell me it starts to feel better after a couple of weeks.
Third floor.
Do you mind if I handle this solo?
I just feel like I wanna be alone with my daughter in there.
Of course.
I should check on Darlene, anyway. She's had a tough recovery. A lot of pain.
CHRISTIAN: Hello?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. You were...? Right?
Liz, can you get me some gauze and tape, please?
CHRISTIAN: Nine-thirty at Craft. And don ' t be late.
My arm is a little bummed up, so you might have to feed me.
And it's gonna be good from now on, I promise.
I've been thinking, Liz.
Maybe it's time to put down some roots, find a place of my own.
Kids need a real home out here, and so do I.
What do you think of Hollywood Hills?
Oh.
What have I done to you?
It's gonna be all right, cookie.
I'm gonna take care of you now.
Christian!
LIZ: Christian!
She's in sinus tach. Her heart rate is 190 and rising.
She's going into hypothermia. Where's Sean?
LIZ: Can't get her open.
Sorry about the mess I made in here, cookie.
So, what else is new?
- She's gonna die, Christian. Let's go. - Here. Open. All right.
CHRISTIAN: Go. LIZ: I ' m going, God.
That's better.
- All right, I got it. - Aah!
- See how easy? - Please, I'm bleeding to death.
Her heart rate is 95, okay.
She's gonna be okay. You ' re gonna be okay, Annie.
- I need you to help. - T ell me what to do.
Sean?
No. I ' m not gonna let them hurt you, Sean.
CHRISTIAN: Sean? - No!
CHRISTIAN: Sean. Man...
Pressure here.
CHRISTIAN: Sean. - Here.
Like this? Here.
I have such plans for us, cookie.
CHRISTIAN: Sean. - Move out of this shit hole.
Some place quieter.
And we'll grow old together.
CHRISTIAN: Sean!
- I can't feel my legs. - Jesus. Just stay with me, buddy, all right?
Hey, just stay with me. Look at me, look at me. Stay with me.
Okay? You stay with me. You hear me?
Can you hear me? Stay with me, b-
Okay.
Liz!
CHRISTIAN: Need a lift?
Oh, you just can't stand that my biceps are getting bigger than yours, can you?
You're right.
Now, if you could just teach your dick to drive this thing.
Ha. Come on. The first consult is in your office.
You can't escape.
CHRISTIAN: T ell me what you don't like about yourself.
My back.
- It's in agony from supporting my front. - A breast reduction?
- Oh, I don ' t know, Liz. - Those are your two best assets.
They' re like having a pair of Louis Vuitton bags.
They're great to look at, but they're not a lot of fun to lug around.
Look, I have wanted this for a long time. And I figured, what better time than now?
My boobs will be the first thing you get to put your hands on.
- That's very sweet of you. - Don't worry.
You won ' t scale those mountains alone. That's a two-man job if ever I ' ve seen one.
Well, you seem like a perfectly good candidate.
I ' d recommend a post-reduction.
All right, fantastic.
Why don ' t we say, uh, tomorrow? The sooner she gets her boobs reduced...
...sooner we can give her belly button room to breathe.
- Shut up, Christian. - I ' m teaching all day.
- You do it. - Oh, no, no. No, wait.
These are my breasts we' re talking about.
And I think that I ' ve earned the service of both McNamara and Troy.
- How about Wednesday? - I'm teaching then too.
They seem to really like what I have to offer over there.
- What about what you have to offer here? - I am not ready to operate!
The cervical nerves are still inflamed. My hands aren't what they were.
Dr. Carville said it's up to me, and I'm telling you, I'm not ready.
Look...
...I appreciate both your support.
Christian is more than capable of doing what you want done.
Okay. Fine.
- What if I wait? - Don't.
There's no telling when I ' m gonna be ready.
Or even if.
Time.
Einstein said there was no now. No past, present or future.
Physicists think that if you travel at the speed of light, time disappears.
Unfortunately, we don't have a spaceship that can travel at the speed of light.
We age. Our cells deteriorate...
...deform, mutate into tiny, misshapen freaks...
...making our skin sag and wrinkle...
...and our muscles atrophy.
We don ' t have a time machine...
...but we do have this.
Now, this is one of the top plastic-surgery residencies in the country.
They've asked me to come here and make sure that when you leave...
...you ' re not just doctors or surgeons...
...but benders of time.
Now, it's your job to use this 10 blade on a 50-year-old woman...
...and take her back...
...so when she looks in the mirror, she sees herself when she was 30.
Okay, show me what you got.
Oh, awful. Really awful.
Congratulations. Our first mediocre.
Where's your partner?
I prefer to work alone.
- How old are you? - Seventeen.
My name is Rajeesh Paresh.
I missed being the youngest person to graduate...
...from Harvard Medical School by 12 days.
Very nice.
But you should use PDS sutures to minimize the tension.
That's one option. I much prefer using the muscle to hold the suture.
I feel it produces a more natural look.
Until the muscle gives out and the patient's entire face collapses.
Do it my way.
Dr. Sean McNamara. I ' m sorry about contradicting you.
My father says I have his brains but my mother's mouth.
Well, you're very good, Dr. Paresh.
You were wrong today...
...but your attitude was right.
We have to be arrogant S.O. B.s to do what we do.
Hey, Raj.
Uh, Dr. McNamara, I was wondering if I could help you out.
Oh, thank you.
- Those ramps can be a bit dicey. - Yeah.
May I?
Yes, please.
I'll see you tomorrow, Raj.
Hmm.
So I'm finally gonna lay my eyes on the famous Liz Cruz ta-tas.
" Ta-tas"?
Have you been hanging out with my Uncle Pepe?
- How about bodacious boobies? - Okay.
Breathe deep.
Center yourself, and act like a real doctor. I know it's a stretch.
- Ooh. - Oh, this is so weird. Okay.
Um, I'm a 36D, but I know you could tell by looking.
I was thinking of a small C.
This way I'd have the size, but not the weight.
Do you self-examine, Lizzy?
Yeah, when I remember.
Well, normally, my lovers do all the examining.
That's the classic lesbian foreplay.
Why? What are you asking me?
- Uh, this- - Yeah?
- ... feels like a lump. - Oh, shit.
Now, don ' t jump to worst-case scenario.
Just be a big girl and get yourself a mammogram.
You'll feel some pressure.
- I couldn't have faced this alone. - Why would you?
I'll be there, no matter what.
You can breathe, Dr. Cruz. You're fine.
You're just one of those women with fibrocystic breasts.
About half of the women with lumps have the same condition.
Drink a lot of coffee, diet colas?
I do. Too much, I know.
- Is that what this is from, diet soda? - You have a lump?
- Ah, it's probably nothing. LIZ: How long?
Inflamed sweat gland from lifting weights. It's nothing.
Well, I'm not suggesting there's an epidemic, but in 2008...
...somewhere in the neighborhood of 450 men will die of breast cancer.
It would be prudent to have it looked at, Dr. Troy.
- You'll feel some pressure. - Aah, holy shit.
You see this darkened tissue?
This is what we're going to biopsy.
We're going to determine if this is ductal cancer in situ...
...which means there's little to no chance it's spreading...
...or dealing with invasive ductal breast cancer.
How soon will I know?
I need to know something today.
I don't wanna hear this " we'll call you next week" bullshit.
I can do a frozen section. We'll know today if it's a malignancy and if it's invasive.
I'll be here, no matter what.
- We ready? - Sure.
It's not malignant. I just know it. I have a sixth sense about these kind of things.
Besides, like you said, I don't fit the profile.
Didn't Tennessee Williams have breast cancer or some shit?
No. Richard Roundtree did.
Sorry. I looked it up online.
Shaft had tit cancer?
Mm-hm.
Jeez.
Well, Shaft aside, I'm not a pussy.
That is not what's gonna take me out.
Oh, I agree.
Odds are it's gonna be a jealous husband with a gun.
Damn straight.
I don't have good news, Dr. Troy.
So tell me what you don't like about yourself.
They kicked me out of the band. Now I gotta get a real job.
Do you mind?
You were blocking my view.
- Raj, is it? Mm-hm.
CHRISTIAN: Sean said you'd be here to observe.
Apologies, Dr. Christian Troy.
If you're fine with substandard techniques, I'll stay out of your way.
- Did you just call my work substandard? - Multiple sutures without aversion...
...will likely resolve an inferior scar, perhaps even a keloid.
Wow, Raj, you sure know a lot...
...for someone just out of medical school. And you ' re so young-
In India, my father was a renowned surgeon. He started tutoring me...
...as soon as I was able to hold a scalpel. He said I was meant to change the world.
That's a lot of pressure to put on someone at such a young age.
But as surgeons, we must learn to deal with that pressure every day.
He was preparing me. For that I ' m grateful.
Hmm.
- Who taught you your skills, Dr. Troy? - The University of Miami.
- Well, we can ' t all learn from the best. - Doogie Howser, you ' re out of here.
All right? Go. Come back when you reach puberty.
Well, I'd re-check those stitches if I were you. They still seemed a little loose.
CHRISTIAN: Where was I?
I know what you're going through. But come on, he's just a kid.
He's not. He's a pain in the ass. You don ' t know what I ' m going through.
So stop acting like you do.
I'm sorry.
Me too. Like you can't imagine.
You know what?
The little shit was right.
I need to re-suture these.
- They're a little loose. Heh. LIZ: Heh.
Come on, push yourself. All right.
You can make it. You got it. - Okay.
Oh, that's it. I'm done.
We gotta do one more, Dad, okay? Come on.
Can't we just order pizza and watch the game together?
I gotta pick up Jenna.
We' re gonna see Mom to do an hour of memory rehabilitation...
...show her old slides and pictures and stuff.
Oh.
Is she still furious with me?
I told her you lied and said you were still married...
...because you loved her, not because you were trying to hurt her.
Yeah, she still doesn ' t wanna see you.
- There's something I wanna show you. - Aw.
Okay.
What's this? From your parole officer?
No, not this time.
You've enrolled at Santa Monica College?
Yeah, just until I get enough credits to transfer to UCLA.
Chemistry and biology. Anatomy?
Mm-hm, yeah. Think I wanna try the premed thing.
I know I've given you too many reasons not to be proud of me.
Seeing you in that chair made me wanna change that.
Well, I would've gotten in a wheelchair a long time ago if I thought-
Yeah, well, I'm sorry that's what it took.
Well, if you ever need help with your science homework...
...you better come to me.
- Who else would I ask? Christian? - Ask me about what, Matty?
Whether you should keep banging your half-sister...
...and populating the world with more redneck retards?
For the record, Christian, I haven't spoken to Emme in over a month.
The last I heard, she moved to New York. She's studying fashion, doing great.
- She's your daughter. You should call her. - All my children disappoint me.
Except for Wilber, because he doesn't talk much.
Matt's taking premed courses at Santa Monica College.
Wow, community college. Glad to see you're shooting so high there, killer.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Did you do an hour of those bars? - I did 45 minutes.
Then get back on it. I need you at work as of yesterday.
I don't wanna hang with the snake charmer.
His name is Raj.
And actually he kind of reminds me of myself when I was in med school.
Right. Well, you wanna play Henry Higgins, that's fine by me.
But I don't wanna see him around until you're back.
- So come on, get back to it. - Oh, no, I did enough for today.
- Why are you such a pussy? - Oh, screw you, asshole.
You have no idea what I ' m going through. I can ' t walk. It's hard.
So is stage-two breast cancer.
What does breast cancer have to do with anything?
I have it.
- Can I give you a hand? - Oh, I think I'm fine for now.
But thanks.
You're gonna beat it.
I went to med school. I know what " stage two" means.
Can we get a table or something?
Sure.
- Good shot. - Huh.
Have you ever had a vision?
If you're gonna tell me that Elvis and the Virgin Mary...
...arrived at our door after I left-
Remember when we took that psych course?
And we did LSD, and it was like we saw, you know...
...the truth behind the so-called reality?
- You had a flashback? - No.
A flash-forward, 20 years.
It was this crazy dream I had when Julia walked out on me.
I was drinking too much...
...and it was right before Connor's surgery...
...but it was so real.
- Ha, ha. It was like I had it yesterday.
I was walking.
And you were definitely still alive.
And Auntie Em was there and Uncle Henry.
- Oh, fine. Forget it. - No, no, no, I wanna hear.
- How did I look? Pathetic, heh.
You looked like Ricardo Montalban returning from Fantasy Island.
You had silvery hair and a wife on each arm.
Two wives, I like the sound of that.
- What about Julia? - Oh, happily married.
CHRISTIAN: Humph. - Just not to either one of us.
You know, the future wasn ' t perfect...
...but at least we were both there.
It was a dream, Sean. It wasn ' t a goddamn prophecy.
I know what it was...
...but that part of it, the part about us being around for it...
...I ' m not just gonna dismiss that, okay?
It was telling me something, something about having faith...
...because we come out all right in the end.
We were still together.
Older...
...but we got to see our kids grow up.
I ' m scared, Sean.
You ' re gonna die, Christian, just not right away.
It does suck to think that we're closer to the end than the beginning, doesn't it?
But I'm telling you...
...we' re here for at least another 25 years...
...so you might as well enjoy it as much as you can, right?
Can I get you gentlemen anything?
Uh...
Actually, could you show me where the men ' s room is?
- I ' d be happy to. - Oh, that's very sweet of you.
Can I buy you a drink?
- No, thanks. - I could use the conversation.
I just found out I have breast cancer.
Whoops. Ha, ha.
Ooh.
You like those? Hundred percent real, doctor.
Ow, you're hurting me.
When was the last time you had these checked?
- Are you giving me a breast exam? - I think I felt something.
- I had a mammogram. They' re fine. - How long ago? You can ' t be too careful...
- ... particularly at your age. - My age?
- Yeah. - You ' re the one who's in his 40s, not me.
You know, next time you want a sympathy screw...
...you might try showing a little more sympathy.
I didn ' t come here to wallow in your misery.
That was the most amazing sex I've ever had.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
Doing it in a chair like that.
Now I'm addicted.
How soon can you be ready again?
LIZ: Lipo, give me this. Give me this.
Oh, I'm going to get you.
Ooh! Give me this. Give me that.
Oh, my G- I cannot believe how big Lipo has gotten.
Do you want me to stay with Wilber while you're in the hospital?
The nanny will be here with Sean.
How do you feel about Wilber?
I mean, you like him, right? More than just any kid?
- What are you talking about? - I just- I need to-
I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you...
- That you like him. - I love Wilber, Christian.
You know that.
CHRISTIAN: Hey, buddy.
Why don't you take, uh, Lipo out to the balcony?
Play with him out there for a bit.
- Go on, Lipo, outside. LIZ: Lipo, go.
Wilber's gonna need some stability in his life...
...if something happens to me.
I want you to raise him.
I know what it's like to bounce around from parent to parent...
...and he's pretty much lost one of his every year of his life, so...
He loves you, trusts you.
I think he deserves a good mother.
Okay.
That's it?
You ' re not gonna tell me how crazy I am for worrying about this?
I have known a lot of people with breast cancer.
Some of them have made it, and some of them have not.
As your friend...
...I think that you ' re gonna be around for the next 50 years pissing me off.
As a doctor...
...I think it's a good idea that you get all your affairs in order.
I just wanna be as honest with you as you would be with me.
You deserve that.
Dr. Leacock, report to Admitting.
I don ' t think you guys understand.
Without my breast, how am I ever gonna feel like a real woman again?
Silly me. I thought this experience...
...might just make you the teeniest bit sensitive...
- ... to what some women go through. - Ah.
- You ' re gonna do just fine. - Absolutely.
- Dr. Moss is the best there is. - At least you could do the cutting, huh?
You ' re the only surgeon I trust.
Moss is your man. I ' ll make sure he leaves enough tissue...
...for a Dieppe procedure, so we don ' t have to take from your ass.
I ' ll let you off the hook.
But only because you're doing the reconstruction.
I hate being on the outside with my nose pressed up against the glass.
Not when it's family.
X- ray unit to ER, stat.
Thank you.
Can you please make sure there are clean margins in every direction?
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave immediately.
I got clearance from Dr. Marsh.
You can take it up with him if you have a problem with it.
Send the frozen section to Pathology. I don't want him closed up until it's clear.
- Dr. McNamara? - Yes.
I ' m Jo Rose...
...Colleen ' s sister.
You didn ' t need to come after what she did to you.
I wanted to make sure she's dead.
You look so serene, cookie.
So at peace. Must be a relief.
It is.
No more pains, no more worries. No responsibilities.
No disappointments.
They're all gonna remember you exactly as you are now.
Young, at the height of your vitality and power.
You have the comfort of never-ending blackness now...
...and the joy of infinite freedom.
You can catch up on your rest.
Ah.