* YEAH *
* HELL, YEAH *
* KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? *
Henry: THIS IS OUT.
Matt: JUST BECAUSE WE'RE
SMOKING YOUR SHIT DOESN'T MAKE
ME YOUR BITCH.
Henry: IT'S SHABBAS.
I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE FIRE.
Matt, laughing: MAKE FIRE!
AND WHAT ELSE, INVENT THE WHEEL?
Henry: THERE ARE RULES OF
CONDUCT LAID DOWN CENTURIES AGO
BY THE WISEST MEN IN
THE SANHEDRIN.
HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT, AND LIGHT
MY BONG, SHABBAS-GOY. [LAUGHS]
THAT'S A GENTILE WHO DOES THE
WORK WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO ON
nSHABBAS.
DRIVING, CARRYING, COOKING--
Matt: CAN YOU HAVE SEX?
Henry: DEPENDS ON HOW YOU
INTERPRET "NO PLOWING."
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Matt: I DON'T GET IT.
YOU THINK GOD'S GONNA BE PISSED
AT YOU FOR LIGHTING A MATCH?
Henry: GOD WON'T GIVE A SHIT...
BUT I WILL.
LOOK, IF I FOLLOW THE RULES,
I'LL LIVE A HAPPY LIFE...AND
I'LL SURVIVE.
THAT'S HOW COME WE'VE BEEN
AROUND FOR OVER 3,000 YEARS.
BECAUSE FOR JEWS WHAT'S MOST
IMPORTANT IS, YOU KNOW...
Henry: LIVING RIGHTEOUSLY.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[CAR RADIO PLAYING ROCK MUSIC]
Radio: * GO *
Matt: HENRY, YOUR RIDE IS
SMOOTH.
Henry, chuckling: I KNOW.
HANUKKAH PRESENT FROM THE FOLKS.
Matt: THERE'S DEFINITELY
BENEFITS TO BEING A
nSHABBAS-GOY.
Henry: WELL, I'M GLAD YOU FEEL
THAT WAY BECAUSE WHEN WE STOP AT
THE 7-ELEVEN, YOU GET TO WORK
THE BIG GULP MACHINE.
AAH! [LAUGHS]
[CHANGES STATION TO RAP MUSIC]
OH! OH, MAN, I LOVE THIS SHIT.
I'M SO DOWN WITH THIS MO-FO
SHIT!
Matt, laughing: DUDE, YOU ONLY
LIKE IT BECAUSE YOU'RE STONED.
[CHANGES STATION TO ROCK MUSIC]
Henry: YOU BITCH.
[BOTH CHANGING STATIONS]
* OOH, THAT'S MY FAVORITE SONG *
Teenager: SWEET! YEAH!
COME ON. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE,
DUDE.
[TEENAGERS LAUGH]
[BOTH CHANGING STATIONS]
Matt: COME ON!
Henry: BITCH!
[TIRES SCREECH]
* YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT *
[BRAKES SQUEAL BRIEFLY]
[SILENCE]
[BRAKES SQUEAL]
[MATT BREATHING QUICKLY]
Matt: NOTHIN'.
I THINK WE HIT A BIRD.
LET'S GO.
* AHH *
* MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL *
* MAKE ME
A PERFECT SOUL,
A PERFECT MIND,
A PERFECT FACE,
A PERFECT
LIFE *
Matt: WOW.
WELL, MOM'S MAKING FRENCH TOAST
INSTEAD OF NUKING AN EGGO.
IS IT SOMEBODY'S BIRTHDAY?
[JULIA LAUGHS]
Julia: I WAS FEELING GENEROUS.
Matt: MMM.
Julia: OHH!
Annie: WANNA COLOR?
Matt: YEAH, SURE, ANNIE.
Sean: HOW HORRIBLE.
Julia: ANOTHER WAR BREAK OUT
WHILE WE WERE SLEEPING?
Sean: SOME GIRL GOT RUN OVER BY
A HIT-AND-RUN DRIVER.
RIGHT NEAR YOUR SCHOOL, MATT.
Matt: UM, AHEM...REALLY?
WHAT, UH--WHAT DOES IT SAY?
Sean: "THE VICTIM,
CARA FITZGERALD, A 16-YEAR-OLD
JUNIOR, WAS FOUND NEAR DEATH IN
A DITCH BEHIND CORAL GABLES
HIGH SCHOOL BY AN UNIDENTIFIED
HOMELESS MAN."
Julia: WHO COULD RUN SOMEONE
OVER AND THEN LEAVE THE SCENE OF
THE CRIME?
MATT, FRENCH TOAST?
Matt: S-SURE. YEAH.
Christian: MISS GRECO, TELL ME
WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT
YOURSELF.
Miss Greco: MY NOSE.
Christian: TOO BIG, TOO SMALL?
Miss Greco: TOO MUCH LIKE MY
FATHER'S.
Grace: MISS GRECO, NOT TO BE
PRESUMPTUOUS--IT LOOKS FINE.
Christian: MORE THAN FINE,
DR. SANTIAGO.
IT'S THE GOLD STANDARD.
ALL THE BIG MODELS POSSESS THE
AQUILINE SLOPE--LINDA
EVANGELISTA, CHRISTY TURLINGTON.
Miss Greco: YEAH, WELL, I'M
GUESSING THAT
CHRISTY TURLINGTON'S FATHER
DIDN'T RAPE HER.
BUT, HEY, DON'T FEEL BAD.
WHEN I SAID I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE
IT, HE'D GIVE ME MONEY SO I
COULD BUY MORE BARBIES.
I THOUGHT THAT WAS LOVE,
YOU KNOW?
Grace: DID YOU REPORT YOUR
FATHER, MISS GRECO?
Miss Greco: WHEN I WAS 14.
MY YOUNGER SISTER JANICE HAD THE
ROOM NEXT TO MINE.
SHE WAS 7 THEN.
I HEARD HIM THROUGH THE WALLS
WHISPERING TO HER, SO I CALLED
THE COPS THAT NIGHT.
WE WENT TO FOSTER CARE.
Christian: ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN
COUNSELING, MISS GRECO?
Miss Greco: WHY DOES THAT MATTER
TO YOU?
Christian, sighing: YOU SEEM...
VERY ANGRY.
YOU SEEM LIKE YOU HAVEN'T REALLY
DEALT WITH THIS.
Miss Greco: I'VE SPENT 12 YEARS
ON A SHRINK'S COUCH.
I'M SICK OF DEALING WITH IT.
EVERY DAY WHEN I LOOK IN THE
MIRROR, I SEE THAT MAN STARING
BACK AT ME.
I WANT HIM CARVED OFF MY FACE.
Christian: MISS GRECO, I'D LIKE
TO RECOMMEND A COLLEAGUE OF
MINE, DR. MARTIN HARGROVE.
Miss Greco: WAIT A MINUTE.
YOU'RE BLOWING ME OFF? WHY?
Christian: I THINK YOU HAVE
UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS.
AFTER YOU CHANGE YOUR NOSE, THEN
WHAT, MISS GRECO?
WILL YOU MOVE ON TO ALTERING
YOUR JAW LINE?
Miss Greco: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU
TO TELL ME IN WHAT WAY I SHOULD
PROPERLY HEAL?
HOW DARE YOU JUDGE ME WHEN YOU
HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
HAVE A DICK YOU CAN'T SAY NO TO
FORCED ON YOU FOR YEARS?
Christian: EXCUSE ME.
I'M LATE FOR A SURGERY.
DR. SANTIAGO WILL SHOW YOU OUT,
MISS GRECO.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Sean: GOOD AFTERNOON,
MR. SHANE.
HOW ARE WE HEALING TODAY?
Mr. Shane: UH, DR. TROY TOLD ME
NOT TO TAKE THE BANDAGE OFF SO
I DON'T KNOW.
I'M SORRY. YOU ARE?
Sean: DR. McNAMARA, DR. TROY'S
PARTNER.
Mr. Shane: OH. WELL, I'D
REALLY LIKE HIM TO DO THE
FOLLOW-UP, DOC, IF YOU DON'T
MIND.
THIS HAS BEEN KIND OF
EMBARRASSING FOR ME.
Sean: I'M SORRY. HE'S IN
SURGERY THAT WENT A LITTLE
LONGER THAN EXPECTED.
HE ASKED ME TO STEP IN.
YOU HAD A BIRTHMARK REMOVED,
MR. SHANE?
Mr. Shane: UGLY AND PURPLE AND
SHAPED LIKE AN AMOEBA.
IT'S, UH, ON MY BALL SAC.
MY FIANC E HATED IT.
Sean: ALL RIGHT. LET'S TAKE A
LOOK.
[MR. SHANE INHALES SHARPLY]
Sean: SORRY. CAUGHT A PUBIC HAIR
THERE.
Mr. Shane: MM-HMM.
Mr. Shane: THERE'S A PINK MARK.
Sean: THAT'S NORMAL.
THE LASER MADE A SCAB WHICH HAS
FALLEN AWAY ALREADY.
THAT'S A SIGN YOU'RE HEALING
PROPERLY.
THE SLIGHT PIGMENTATION THAT--
Mr. Shane: I WAS TOLD THIS WOULD
BE HEALED IN 2 WEEKS.
Sean: YOU HAVE A DEADLINE?
Mr. Shane: A HONEYMOON.
THAT'S WHY I PAID 5 GRAND.
WELL, THERE'S STILL A MARK
THERE.
I WANT DR. TROY.
I DON'T MEAN TO BE A HORSE'S
ASS, DR. TROY, BUT, YOU KNOW,
THIS HAS BEEN A LITTLE TRAUMATIC
FOR ME.
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I WANT
HANDLING MY PENIS.
Christian: MIKE, YOU'RE THE ONLY
MAN WHO'S EVER SAID THAT TO ME.
[BOTH LAUGH]
VERY NICE. SLIGHT PINKNESS, BUT
THAT SHOULD FADE IN A MATTER OF
WEEKS.
Mr. Shane: DOC, YOU MADE A
PROMISE--2 WEEKS YOU SAID IT
WOULD BE GONE.
IT'S MY HONEYMOON, REMEMBER?
SHE HATES GIVING ME HEAD.
Christian: AND YOU'RE GONNA
MARRY THE BITCH?
Mr. Shane: YEAH. JUST DON'T
TELL MY GIRLFRIEND.
[BOTH LAUGH]
WHAT'S THAT?
Christian: BLEACHING CREAM.
TWICE A DAY FOR A WEEK.
IT OUGHT TO TAKE CARE OF ANY
REDNESS THAT REMAINS.
Mr. Shane: SO, BY MY HONEYMOON,
NO SIGN OF THE SCAR.
Christian: OR YOUR MONEY BACK.
[MR. SHANE CHUCKLES]
Matt: FIELDENCRANTZ...FIELDS...
HERE SHE IS.
FITZGERALD, CARA.
FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE
CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP PRAYER
CLUB.
ACCORDING TO THE PAPER, THERE
WERE NO EYEWITNESSES.
Henry: GOD WAS A WITNESS.
Matt: I MEAN WHO COULD IDENTIFY
US.
Matt: WE HAVE TO GO TO THE
HOSPITAL AND FIND OUT WHAT SHE
KNOWS.
Sean: MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO FEEL
THE SOYBEAN OIL IMPLANT.
IT'S LIGHTER THAN THE SALINE.
Megan: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M
LOOKING FOR, SOMETHING LIGHTER.
Sean: NOW WHAT DO WE DO?
Megan: I GOT A COUPLE OF IDEAS.
Sean: GOD, YOU SMELL GOOD.
Megan: MMM. YOU'RE ALL I THINK
ABOUT.
Sean: REALLY?
Megan: REALLY.
I WANNA GET THE IMPLANTS.
Sean: THE DOOR'S CLOSED.
WE DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND.
Megan: NO. REALLY.
I'VE DECIDED I WANNA GET THE
IMPLANTS.
Woman: WHO ARE YOU?
Matt: UM, I'M MATT.
I'M MATT McNAMARA.
Woman: I'M CARA'S MOTHER KATE.
I DON'T KNOW YOU, MATT.
DOES CARA?
Matt: UH...WE'RE FRIENDS.
Kate: HOW DID YOU AND CARA MEET,
MATT?
Matt: UH...I'M IN THE PRAYER
CLUB?
Kate: REALLY.
CARA FOUNDED THAT CLUB.
I THOUGHT SHE COULDN'T FIND
ANYBODY ELSE TO JOIN.
Matt: HAS SHE, UH...WOKEN UP?
Kate: NOT SINCE THE ACCIDENT.
SHE'S NOT RESPONDING.
THE DOCTORS SAY ON A COMA SCALE
SHE'S A 6.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT, BUT THE
DOCTORS SAY IT'S ALMOST A
BLESSING.
SHE'S BREATHING ON HER OWN,
AND...SHE'S NOT IN ANY PAIN.
Matt: SHE'S NOT ANY MEDICATION?
Kate: NO. THAT'S AGAINST OUR
BELIEFS.
WE'RE CHRISTIAN SCIENTISTS.
DIDN'T CARA TELL YOU THAT AT
YOUR PRAYER CLUB MEETING?
Matt: YES, UM...SO THIS WOULD BE
WHAT SHE'D WANT.
Kate: SOMETIMES SHE STRUGGLES
WITH HER FAITH, AS I DID WHEN I
WAS HER AGE.
THE ACNE, YOU KNOW? [CHUCKLES]
SHE WANTED TO TRY THE PROACTIV,
BUT WE COULDN'T DO THAT.
AND I WOULD TELL HER,
SWEETHEART, THE LIGHT IN YOU IS
SO BRIGHT.
THAT LIGHT WILL ONE DAY BRING
SOMEONE INTO YOUR LIFE THAT WILL
LIKE YOU FOR WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
AND IN YOU WALK.
GOD BLESS YOU, MATT.
Matt: HOW BADLY WAS SHE HURT?
Kate: THERE ARE 14 BONES IN THE
HUMAN FACE.
DID YOU KNOW THAT?
ACCORDING TO THE DOCTORS, SHE
BROKE 10.
WHEN THEY FOUND HER IN THE
DITCH, HER FACE WAS SO SWOLLEN
THAT...IT DIDN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE
A PERSON.
SHE WILL GET BETTER.
I KNOW IT.
Kate: WILL YOU PRAY WITH ME?
[KATE BREATHES DEEPLY]
Kate: DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER,
THANK YOU FOR SENDING CARA'S
FRIEND MATT HERE TODAY TO RALLY
HER SPIRIT.
IT'S SUCH A BLESSING.
PLEASE HELP CARA TO HEAL IN THE
MANNER THAT YOU SEE FIT.
[CRYING]
AND, FATHER...
PLEASE HELP THEM FIND THE
MONSTER WHO DID THIS TO HER.
Grace: MRS. O'HARA, AFTER
LOOKING AT YOUR CHART I HAVE TO
SAY I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED.
YOU DECIDED NOT TO HAVE BREAST
RECONSTRUCTION DURING YOUR
SURGERY.
YOU THEN CAME IN FOR A
CONSULTATION AND AGAIN DECIDED
AGAINST IMPLANTS.
NOW YOU SUDDENLY WANT THEM.
HAS SOMETHING IN YOUR LIFE
CHANGED RECENTLY THAT'S LED YOU
TO THIS DECISION?
Sean: I AGREE THAT THE IMPLANTS
AREN'T NECESSARY.
Grace: SO YOU'RE AGAINST THE
SURGERY, THEN?
Sean: WELL, NO. IT'S
MRS. O'HARA'S CHOICE.
IT'S HER BODY.
I THINK, AND I'VE TOLD HER THIS,
THAT SHE LOOKS SPECTACULAR WITH
OR WITHOUT BREASTS.
Megan: NO ONE'S EVER SAID THAT
TO ME BEFORE.
Grace: NOT EVEN YOUR HUSBAND?
Megan: JIM WASN'T VERY
COMMUNICATIVE.
Grace: UNLIKE THE PERSON YOU'RE
SEEING NOW?
Megan: I DIDN'T SAY I WAS
SEEING ANYONE.
Grace: OH. I'M SORRY. I JUST
JUMPED TO THE NEW PARTNER, NEW
SET OF PRESSURES THEORY.
FOR MANY WOMEN, BREASTS ARE THE
ROOT PLACE OF SEXUAL CONFIDENCE.
Megan: THAT'S RIGHT.
I WOULD AGREE WITH THAT.
Megan: I AM DATING SOMEONE.
NO, IT'S MORE THAN THAT. I'M...
I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.
IT'S THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS
I FELT THIS ALIVE, AND AFTER THE
CHEMO AND THE PAIN AND THE...
LIVING DEATH, I WANT TO EMBRACE
THESE FEELINGS WITH EVERY OUNCE
OF MY BEING.
Megan: I WANNA MAKE LOVE TO HIM
WITH THE LIGHTS ON...WITHOUT
WORRYING ABOUT RACING TO A LAMP
BECAUSE I'M SELF-CONSCIOUS.
I DON'T WANT TO EDIT ONE MINUTE
OF MY LIFE.
Sean: DON'T DO IT FOR HIM.
Megan: NO, I'M DOING IT FOR
ME, SEAN.
Grace: HE'S HAVING AN AFFAIR
WITH HER.
Christian: WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME
THAT?
Grace: BECAUSE OF THEIR
INTERACTION--SHE ADMITTED IN
THE ROOM THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE
WITH HIM.
Christian: SEAN'S NOT THE
CHEATING KIND.
Grace: THAT'S NOT NECESSARILY
TRUE--70% OF ALL MEN CHEAT.
THE STATISTICS ARE ASTOUNDING.
NO, I'M DISTURBED BY THIS.
A PLASTIC SURGEON GIVING HIS
MISTRESS IMPLANTS SO THAT SHE
CAN BE MORE SEXUALLY UNINHIBITED
WITH HIM.
DON'T YOU FIND THAT UNSETTLING?
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHO AM I TALKING WITH?
OF COURSE YOU WOULDN'T.
SHE'S BEEN THROUGH CANCER, NOW
A SEPARATION.
I DON'T KNOW. THIS PATIENT JUST
SEEMS SO FRAGILE TO ME.
I DON'T WANT HER MAKING A RASH
DECISION FOR THE WRONG REASONS.
Christian: YOU WANT ME TO TALK
TO HIM?
Grace: NO. IF I MAKE AN
ACCUSATION THAT'S UNFOUNDED, HE
COULD FIRE ME.
BUT MAYBE YOU COULD FEEL IT OUT.
WHEN HE TALKS TO YOU ABOUT
DEVON GRECO, CASUALLY MENTION
THE IMPLANTS AND SEE IF YOU
SENSE ANYTHING.
Christian: WHOA, KILLER, BACK
UP--WHY WOULD SEAN TALK TO ME
ABOUT DEVON GRECO?
I BOUNCED HER CASE OVER TO
HARGROVE.
Grace: SHE WAS VERY UPSET BY
YOUR NONCHALANCE.
SHE ASKED IF THERE WAS ANOTHER
DOCTOR HERE SHE COULD SPEAK TO,
SO I MADE AN APPOINTMENT FOR
SEAN TO SEE HER ON FRIDAY.
LOOK, I'M GONNA HEAD TO LUNCH.
THANKS FOR LISTENING TO ME
ABOUT MEGAN O'HARA, BUT,
PLEASE, DON'T TELL HIM WE HAD
THIS CONVERSATION.
Christian: OF COURSE NOT.
Sean: HOW DARE YOU TELL MY
PARTNER THAT I'M HAVING AN
AFFAIR WITH A PATIENT!
Grace: I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SO
STUPID AS TO THINK I COULD TRUST
YOU WITH EVEN A MOMENT OF
VULNERABILITY.
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.
Christian: AND YOU'RE AN
ARROGANT LITTLE Ph.D. IN A PRADA
KNOCKOFF SKIRT WHO SHOULDN'T BE
SPREADING LIES ABOUT MY PARTNER
OR ACCUSING ME OF BEING RUDE TO
A CONSULT AND THEN TRYING TO
BYPASS MY EXECUTIVE DECISIONS.
Sean: WHO ELSE DID YOU UNLOAD
ON, DR. SANTIAGO?
THE NURSES? THE JANITOR?!
IF I DISCOVER YOU WEAKENED THE
MORALE OF THIS OFFICE WITH YOUR
UNFOUNDED MALICIOUS GOSSIP--
Grace: WHAT, SEAN? YOU'LL FIRE
ME?
ARE MY ACCUSATIONS THAT
UNFOUNDED?
Sean: YOU MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN
BUSINESS!
Grace: THIS IS MY BUSINESS!
THIS PATIENT IS MY BUSINESS!
YOU HAVE PUT ME IN A DIFFICULT
SITUATION, AND THIS IS NOT THE
FIRST TIME YOU'VE DONE IT.
Sean: LET'S TAKE A BREAK.
Grace: NO! I AM SICK OF THE
SECRETS!
SOME OF WHICH ARE MINE.
LET'S JUST PUT IT ALL ON THE
TABLE.
Sean: I'M NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR!
Christian: I BELIEVE YOU, SEAN.
Grace: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU BECAUSE I
KNOW YOUR MARRIAGE IS IN
TROUBLE.
YOU TOLD ME THAT RIGHT BEFORE
YOUR HAND CREPT UP MY THIGH
UNDER THE TABLE.
Christian: FASCINATING
LATE-BREAKING INFORMATION HERE
AT THE PEOPLE'S COURT.
WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
Sean: THE DAY BEFORE I HIRED
HER.
Christian: AND DID YOU HIRE HER
BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID SHE'D
SUE?
Grace: LAWSUITS USUALLY HAPPEN
WHEN PEOPLE ARE FIRED AFTER
THEY SLEEP WITH THE BOSS.
Christian: IS THAT A THREAT?
Sean: WAIT. YOU SLEPT WITH
GRACE?
Grace: IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
Sean: GOD DAMN IT, ARE YOU OUT
OF YOUR MIND?!
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!
Christian: SLEEP WITH SOMEONE
THAT REJECTED YOU?
Sean: LEAVE! GO HOME.
Sean: JUST FOR TODAY.
Christian: I DON'T WANT HER
HERE, SEAN.
SHE'S A TROUBLEMAKER, AND HER
SHOES ARE CHEAP.
Sean: SHUT UP, CHRISTIAN.
SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK.
IF JULIA EVEN SUSPECTED FOR A
SECOND I WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR,
THAT WOULD BE IT.
SHE'D FILE FOR DIVORCE, SHE'D
TAKE THE KIDS AWAY FROM ME.
I CAN'T RISK THAT.
THAT'S WHY I WOULD NEVER HAVE
AN AFFAIR.
Christian: GIVE MEGAN O'HARA
THE IMPLANTS, SEAN.
SCHEDULE IT.
Sean: I CAN'T DO THAT NOW, AFTER
GRACE'S RIDICULOUS ACCUSATION.
Christian: IT WOULD LOOK
SUSPICIOUS IF YOU DIDN'T DO THE
OPERATION.
GRACE IS OBVIOUSLY DELUDED,
ABOUT YOU, ABOUT ME.
YOU HAVE MY WHOLEHEARTED
SUPPORT.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Nurse: EXCUSE ME.
YOUR SON IS HERE TO SEE YOU?
Matt: YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO DO
MORE PRO BONO WORK.
Sean: WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?
I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
THIS GIRL?
Matt: I KNOW HER.
I DON'T KNOW HER WELL.
Matt: I VISITED HER IN THE
HOSPITAL.
THAT STORY YOU READ REALLY GOT
TO ME.
SOMEBODY RUINED HER LIFE, DAD.
HER MOTHER'S THIS FANATICAL
RELIGIOUS PERSON WHO DOESN'T
BELIEVE IN MEDICINE.
Sean: MATT, THE LINE THAT
DIVIDES CHURCH AND STATE
SOMETIMES ALSO APPLIES TO
MEDICINE AND THE PATIENT.
YOU AND I MIGHT NOT AGREE WITH
HER MOTHER'S BELIEFS--
Matt: NO. WHEN THE BANDAGES COME
OFF, SHE IS GONNA LOOK LIKE A
MONSTER.
I CAN'T HELP HER.
YOU CAN.
PLEASE.
TV newscaster: THE ALLIGATOR WAS
REMOVED FROM THE SWIMMING POOL
AND TAKEN TO A REPTILE HABITAT
IN KEY WEST.
IN OTHER NEWS, A CATHOLIC PRIEST
WAS CLEARED OF CRIMINAL CHARGES
TODAY AFTER A PHYSICAL EXAM
FAILED TO SUBSTANTIATE A CLAIM
THAT HE HAD SEXUALLY ABUSED
10 BOYS OVER THE PAST 5 YEARS.
THE PRIEST,
FATHER MICHAEL SHANNON OF THE
SAINT AUGUSTINE PARISH, PROVED
HIS INNOCENCE, AUTHORITIES SAY,
WHEN A GENITAL EXAMINATION
FAILED TO TURN UP A DISTINCTIVE
BIRTHMARK, AN IDENTIFICATION
ALL THE BOYS CLAIMED AS PHYSICAL
PROOF OF THEIR REPORTED
VIOLATION.
FATHER SHANNON SPOKE TO
REPORTERS THIS AFTERNOON AFTER
HIS EXONERATION.
Father Shannon: I JUST WANNA SAY
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO STOOD
BY ME THROUGH THIS TERRIBLE
ORDEAL.
I WANT MY ACCUSERS TO KNOW THEY
ARE FORGIVEN, NOT JUST BY ME,
BUT BY GOD.
AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR ALL OF US
TO PUT THIS BEHIND US AND TO
FOCUS OUR ATTENTION ON THE REAL
VICTIMS, THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN
ABUSED BY THOSE IN POWER NEED
OUR PRAYERS THE MOST.
THEY ARE THE MOST IN NEED OF
HEALING.
THANK YOU.
Sean: MARKING PEN.
Sean: SWAB.
SCALPEL.
Nurse: SEAN.
SEAN.
THIS SURGERY USUALLY TAKES
2 HOURS MAX.
SHE'S BEEN UNDER FOR 3 HOURS.
WE SHOULD CLOSE.
DOES THE INFRA-MAMMARY FALL TOO
LOW?
IT'S TOO LOW.
I THINK IT NEEDS TO BE HIGHER.
SCALPEL.
Nurse: WHY?
Sean: I'M GONNA DO IT OVER.
IT'S NOT RIGHT.
Sean: WHAT'S WRONG?
ARE YOU SURE IT WAS HIM ON THE
NEWS?
Christian: IT WAS HIM!
IT WAS HIM, AND HE LIED!
STOP ASKING QUESTIONS AND OFFER
SOME SOLUTIONS!
WE SHAVED INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE
OFF A CHILD MOLESTER'S PENIS
AND HELPED HIM GET AWAY WITH IT!
Sean: WE DIDN'T KNOW!
Matt: WE DIDN'T KNOW!
WE THOUGHT SHE WAS A MANATEE.
Henry: WE HAVE ACTED WICKEDLY.
WE HAVE TURNED AWAY FROM YOUR
GOOD LAWS.
WHEN A MAN COMMITS ANY WRONG
TOWARD A FELLOW MAN, THUS
BREAKING WITH ADONAI, HE SHALL
CONFESS TO WRONG HE HAS DONE.
Matt: IT WAS A HIT AND RUN,
HENRY!
YOU THINK THEY SERVE KOSHER FOOD
IN JAIL?
Henry: JAIL? W-WHY--WHY WOULD
WE GO TO JAIL IF WE TURN
OURSELVES IN?
Matt: WE HAD MARIJUANA IN THE
CAR--THAT'S 10 YEARS!
Henry: NOBODY HAS TO KNOW ABOUT
THAT.
Matt: THEY'LL FIGURE IT OUT!
WE DIDN'T KILL HER.
THIS COULD ALL GO AWAY IF WE
JUST KEEP IT COOL.
Sean: WE HAVE TO KEEP A COOL
HEAD HERE.
Christian: YOU MAY BE
COMFORTABLE WITH SECRETS--
Sean: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
Christian: BUT I'M NOT--WE HAVE
TO TELL SOMEONE WHAT WE DID!
Sean: ARE YOU FORGETTING PATIENT
CONFIDENTIALITY, CHRISTIAN?
Christian: OH, BULLSHIT!
IF A PERSON IS A THREAT TO
THEMSELVES OR OTHERS, THE POINT
IS MOOT--WE'RE TURNING HIM IN!
Henry: I DON'T CARE ABOUT JAIL.
I'M TURNING US IN.
Matt: WHOA. NO, YOU ARE NOT,
HENRY. BE SMART.
Sean: BE SMART, CHRISTIAN.
WORD LEAKS TO THE MEDIA THAT WE
TURNED HIM IN--
Christian: ARE YOU DEFENDING
THIS MONSTER?!
Sean: I'M DEFENDING MY FAMILY.
WORD TRAVELS FAST IN OUR
LUXURIOUS CIRCLE.
YOU KNOW THAT.
PEOPLE SEE ON THE NEWS THAT WE
BREACHED ETHICAL AGREEMENTS,
AND THEN SUDDENLY OUR CUSTOMERS
DON'T TRUST US WITH THEIR
SECRETS, AND WE GO OUT OF
BUSINESS!
I HAVE A FAMILY TO SUPPORT.
I HAVE 2 CHILDREN TO PUT THROUGH
COLLEGE.
Matt: WHAT ABOUT COLLEGE, HENRY?
IF A POLICE RECORD KEEPS YOU OUT
OF MEDICAL SCHOOL, WILL THE
WORLD BE BETTER OFF?
WE'RE NOT GOING TO THE POLICE.
Christian: WE'RE GOING TO THE
POLICE.
Sean: AND WE'LL BE CALLED TO
TRIAL AND THE CHURCH WITH THEIR
BOTTOMLESS POCKETS WILL
INVESTIGATE EVERY MISTAKE WE
EVER MADE!
YOU THINK LIZ WILL BE QUIET IN
A ROOM FULL OF BLOODSUCKING
LAWYERS?
SHE'LL LEAD THEM STRAIGHT TO THE
EVERGLADES, AND IT'S OFF TO
PRISON WE GO!
Christian: HE RAPED BOYS!
Sean: WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.
Henry: ISN'T--ISN'T YOUR DAD
GONNA WORK ON HER FACE?
I MEAN, ISN'T HE GONNA HELP US?
Sean: WE'LL CALL THE DIOCESE AND
TELL THEM WHAT WE DID,
ANONYMOUSLY.
Christian: YES...AND THEY'LL
KICK HIM OUT AND REPORT WHAT HE
DID TO THE POLICE.
Sean: THEN IT'S THEIR PROBLEM.
WE'LL BE OK.
Matt: MY DAD'S VISITING HER
TOMORROW.
WE'RE GONNA BE OK.
Kate: HELLO, MATT.
Matt: HELLO.
OH, MRS. FITZGERALD,
THIS IS MY DAD.
Kate: OH...
Matt: HE'S A DOCTOR.
Kate: HELLO, DR. McNAMARA.
Sean: SEAN.
MATT TELLS ME YOU'RE DECLINING
SURGERY FOR YOUR DAUGHTER.
Kate: I'VE HIRED A PRACTITIONER,
ONE OF THE BEST.
THE ENVIRONMENT AT HOME IS MUCH
MORE CONDUCIVE TO HEALING.
WE'LL BE MOVING HER TOMORROW.
Sean: MRS. FITZGERALD, YOUR
DAUGHTER WAS IN A SERIOUS
ACCIDENT.
WITHOUT PLASTIC SURGERY, SHE'LL
BE PERMANENTLY DISFIGURED.
Kate: FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING
REAL.
Matt: MRS. FITZGERALD, YOU CAN'T
DO THIS TO HER.
CARA WANTED TO FIT IN.
YOU SAID SO YOURSELF.
NOW, YOU KNOW HOW CRUEL--
Kate: MATT...
DR. McNAMARA, I RESPECT YOUR
BELIEF IN MATERIA MEDICA, PLEASE
RESPECT MY RIGHT AS A PARENT TO
DETERMINE MY DAUGHTER'S COURSE
OF TREATMENT.
Kate: PUT THAT DOWN.
[SIGHS] DR. McNAMARA, PLEASE...
Sean: MRS. FITZGERALD, THE
X-RAYS INDICATE THAT YOUR
DAUGHTER SUFFERED SEVERAL
FRACTURES WHICH ARE ENCROACHING
ON THE OPTIC NERVE.
Kate: WE'RE PRAYING TO HEAL
THAT.
Sean: WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE
IF YOUR PRAYERS ARE WORKING?
MATT, WHY DON'T YOU WAIT FOR ME
IN THE CAFETERIA?
Matt: NO, UH, I'D LIKE TO STAY
AND SUPPORT CARA.
Sean: MRS. FITZGERALD, I'M VERY
CONCERNED.
Kate: OH, CARA.
Sean: THE CHEEKBONE COMPRESSION
HAS STOPPED BLOOD SUPPLY TO THE
OPTIC NERVE.
IF WE DON'T CORRECT THIS WITH
SURGERY--
Kate: NO.
WE'LL PRAY HARDER.
Sean: AS MUCH AS I SUPPORT YOUR
RIGHT TO DO THAT, PRAYERS WON'T
STOP YOUR DAUGHTER FROM GOING
BLIND.
Sean: SHE'S GONNA LOSE HER SITE?
Sean: IN LESS THAN 48 HOURS IF
THE BLOCKAGE ISN'T REPAIRED.
MRS. FITZGERALD, YOU HAVE TO LET
ME OR MY EQUIVALENT AT THIS
HOSPITAL OPERATE ON YOUR
DAUGHTER.
Kate: NO.
THIS IS AN ILLUSION.
PLEASE LEAVE.
Sean: IF YOU DON'T AGREE TO LET
ME OPERATE ON YOUR DAUGHTER--
Kate: YOU'LL WHAT?
REPORT ME, DR. McNAMARA?
TO WHOM?
Sean: I'LL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO
SUBMIT AN IMMEDIATE PETITION AND
TAKE MEDICAL CUSTODY OF CARA.
Kate: YOU WON'T DO THAT.
I LOVE MY DAUGHTER.
YOU CAN SEE THAT.
YOU WON'T DO THAT.
Christan: SO, SINCE WE HAVE
MEDICAL CUSTODY, DOES THAT MEAN
WE HAVE TO PAY FOR HER COLLEGE?
SERIOUSLY, WHAT HAPPENS AFTER WE
PATCH THIS PUMPKIN?
Sean: WE'RE NOW LEGALLY BOUND TO
SUPERVISE THE OPERATION AND HER
RECUPERATION.
Christan: YOU THINK IT'S A GOOD
IDEA TO LET HIM WATCH THIS?
Sean: IF I WERE A MECHANIC, MY
SON WOULD WANT TO LOOK UNDER THE
HOOD WITH ME ONCE IN A WHILE,
DON'T YOU THINK?
I GAVE HIM THE OPTION.
HE WAS INSISTENT.
Christan: I DON'T RECALL MATTY
EVER TALKING ABOUT THIS GIRL.
Sean: ME, NEITHER, BUT I'M PROUD
OF HIM.
HE'S BEEN SO COMPASSIONATE ABOUT
HER.
ACTUALLY, IF HE DIDN'T GET
INVOLVED WHEN HE DID, SHE WOULD
HAVE GONE BLIND.
Christan: DID YOU CALL THEM,
THE DIOCESE?
Sean: GOT A MACHINE.
Christan: WELL, DID YOU LEAVE A
MESSAGE, THOUGH?
Sean: WE'RE DOING THIS
ANONYMOUSLY, CHRISTIAN,
REMEMBER?
Christan: IT IS SO SHOCKING TO
ME, PARENTS' DISREGARD FOR THEIR
CHILDREN'S WELLBEING:
HER MOTHER, DEVON GRECO'S
FATHER.
BY THE WAY, HOW WAS THAT
APPOINTMENT?
Sean: SHE CANCELED.
[BELL RINGS]
Devon: MAY I HELP--
Christan: I SAW ON YOUR PATIENT
FORM THAT YOU OWNED YOUR OWN
FLOWER STORE.
Devon: $45.
WRAP FOR YOU?
TRYING TO GET IN SOME GIRL'S
PANTS?
Christan: TRYING TO SAY I'M
SORRY.
I'M SORRY.
YOU SHOULD PUT THOSE IN WATER.
LOOK, I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE RUDE
TO YOU.
Devon: YEAH.
WELL, YOU WERE.
Christan: HEY, I JUST SENT YOU
FLOWERS.
GIMME A BREAK.
AND I'LL GIVE YOU ONE.
Devon: YOU'LL GIVE ME A NOSE
JOB?
Christan: YEAH.
Devon: I SAW HIM, YOU KNOW...
MY FATHER.
Christan: ACCIDENTALLY?
Devon: PURPOSELY.
YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE, BUT YOU
WERE RIGHT.
WHEN YOU WOULDN'T GIVE ME THE
OPERATION, I REALIZED, WHEN WAS
IT GONNA BE OVER?
I HAVE HIS HANDS, TOO, AND ONE
TOE ON MY LEFT FOOT.
I REALIZED, WHAT WAS I GONNA DO,
MAKE OVER MY ENTIRE BODY?
IF I DID THAT, HE'D STILL BE
WINNING.
IT WAS NEVER GONNA BE OVER...
UNTIL I MADE IT BE OVER.
SO I LOOKED HIM UP.
Christan: DID YOU GET WHAT YOU
NEEDED?
Devon: THAT ONLY HAPPENS IN TV
MOVIES.
HE JUST KEPT CRYING IN HIS
CRAPPY STUDIO APARTMENT
AND SAYING HE WAS SORRY.
HE WAS SICK.
HE COULDN'T CONTROL IT.
I THOUGHT I WOULD CRY
AND RAGE AND...
GET IT ALL OUT...
BUT I DID NOTHING.
I FELT...NOTHING.
Christan: WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE
DONE IF HE WAS DEAD AND YOU
NEVER...
GOT TO CONFRONT HIM?
Devon: WHY DO YOU ASK?
Christan: IT'S JUST GOOD THAT
YOU GOT TO DEAL WITH HIM AND
WHAT HE DID BEFORE HE DIED.
Devon: YEAH. WELL...
WON THE BATTLE, LOST THE WAR.
EVEN WHEN HE DIES, THERE'LL BE A
DOZEN OTHER BASTARDS RISING UP
TO TAKE HIS PLACE...
AND, JUST LIKE HIM, THEY'LL GET
AWAY WITH IT.
Shannon: THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING.
YOU HAVE GOOD TIME?
YOU DID GOOD TODAY.
YOU DID.
YOU DID VERY WELL.
I WAS VERY PROUD OF YOU.
IT WAS NICE.
AND NEXT WEEK, YOU'LL BE BACK?
YOU'LL ALTAR BOY NEXT WEEK?
ALL RIGHT, THAT'LL BE FUN.
Sean: HOW DO YOU FEEL?
Megan: HUNG OVER.
NERVOUS.
GLAD I DID IT.
HOW DO THEY LOOK, DOCTOR?
Sean: IT'S MY BEST WORK.
Matt: SO, I READ THIS ARTICLE--
AHEM--THAT SAID PEOPLE IN A COMA
CAN HEAR EVERYTHING YOU SAY,
EVEN THOUGH THEY PROBABLY WON'T
REMEMBER ANYTHING WHEN THEY WAKE
UP.
I'M SORRY I NEVER NOTICED YOU
BEFORE AT SCHOOL.
AND I'M SORRY YOU FELT SO ALONE.
I DID THIS TO YOU, CARA.
IT WAS ME.
AND I'M SO SORRY.
I'M SO SORRY.
[INTERCOM BEEPS]
Woman: DR. McNAMARA, DR. TROY ON
LINE 2.
Sean: WHERE ARE YOU?
Christan: THE GYM.
I NEEDED TO CLEAR MY HEAD.
DID YOU HEAR BACK FROM THE
DIOCESE?
Sean: NOT YET.
LOOK, IF I CAN'T GET SOMEONE ON
THE PHONE BY 5:00, WE'LL COME UP
WITH ANOTHER PLAN.
Christan: DON'T WORRY, SEAN.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
Shannon: GOOD AFTERNOON.
YOU MAY BEGIN.
Christan: FORGIVE ME, FATHER,
FOR I HAVE SINNED.
IT'S BEEN 22 YEARS SINCE MY LAST
CONFESSION.
THESE ARE MY SINS...
Shannon: 22 YEARS...
THAT'S A LONG TIME.
Christan: I'VE LOST MY FAITH,
FATHER.
I'VE DRANK.
I'VE DONE DRUGS.
I'VE FORNICATED WITH WOMEN AND
DISCARDED THEM LIKE TRASH.
I'VE LOST MY SOUL.
THE BOYS YOU RAPED WILL BE
SAYING THE SAME THING IN 20
YEARS.
DID YOU KNOW THAT?
Shannon: I KNOW THAT AS A PARENT
OF ONE OF MY ACCUSERS, IT'S HARD
TO LOOK AT YOUR OWN CHILD AND
ACCEPT HIS LYING.
CHILDREN MAKE UP STORIES.
Christan: I'M NOT A PARENT.
I'M YOUR PLASTIC SURGEON,
MICHAEL.
REMEMBER ME?
Shannon: I'VE STOPPED.
I WAS SICK, AND I'VE STOPPED.
I HAVEN'T TOUCHED ANYONE IN 2
YEARS.
Christan: IS THIS A CONFESSION,
FATHER?
Shannon: I'VE REPENTED IN MY OWN
WAY.
GOD DOESN'T JUDGE.
WHY DO YOU?
Christan: ARE YOU READY TO MAKE
A CONFESSION, FATHER?
Shannon: I HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT.
I'VE DONE BETTER.
WHEN DOES IT STOP?
Christan: ARE YOU READY TO MAKE
A CONFESSION, FATHER?
Shannon: ARGHHH...
Christan: MAKE YOUR CONFESSION.
YOU CALL THE POLICE AND MAKE
YOUR CONFESSION, OR I WILL LEAVE
YOU HERE TO BLEED OUT.
I KNOW JUST WHICH ARTERY TO CUT.
Shannon: I CAN'T.
I'M AFRAID.
IF I GO TO PRISON, THEY'LL KILL
ME.
Christan: DID YOU REALLY THINK
YOU'D GET AWAY WITH IT?
Shannon: THERE WAS NO OTHER WAY.
AFTER ALL, AREN'T YOU IN THE
BUSINESS OF LIES?
[SCREAMS]
I WANT TO STOP.
I DO.
[PANTING]
BUT WHEN I SEE THE BOYS...
I FEEL THINGS.
OH...GOD!
FORGIVE ME.
I WANT THEM.
Christan: I HAVE PICTURES.
YOU WANT REDEMPTION?
TURN YOURSELF IN.
EITHER WAY, YOU'RE GOIN' TO
JAIL.
WHETHER YOU GO TO HELL IS UP TO
YOU.
Shannon: ALL RIGHT.
Sean: CHRISTIAN, WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Christan: I CAN'T DO IT, SEAN.
Sean: YOU CAN'T DO WHAT?
Christan: I'VE BEEN PRAYING...
TO FORGIVE, BUT I CAN'T DO IT.
Sean: THE AUTHORITIES WILL DEAL
WITH HIM NOW.
Christan: NOT HIM.
ME.
Sean: WHAT DID YOU DO?
Christan: I LET HIM TOUCH ME.
FOR YEARS, I LET HIM TOUCH ME.
Sean: WHO?
Christan: MR. TROY.
YOUR FOSTER FATHER?
HE'S DEAD, AND I THOUGHT
THAT WOULD END IT,
BUT IT DIDN'T.
Sean: CHRISTIAN, YOU WERE JUST A
BOY.
IF HE ABUSED YOU...
IT WAS HIS FAULT.
HE HAD THE POWER.
HE'S THE ONE.
Christan: I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING
WHEN HE TOOK ME IN.
I WANTED TO BE...SOMEBODY.
HE SAID HE'D GIVE ME MONEY
IF I LET HIM TOUCH ME.
AND I DID.
I BOUGHT THINGS.
I SOLD MYSELF.
OH...
OH, GOD...
I SOLD MYSELF.
OH, GOD.
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