Sean: MS. CAINE, TELL ME WHAT
YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF.
Ms. Caine: MY TANKLES.
Christian: YOUR ANKLES.
Ms. Caine: IF THEY WERE JUST
ANKLES, I WOULDN'T BE HERE.
TANKLES.
Christian: I MUST HAVE MISSED
ANATOMY CLASS THE DAY THEY
COVERED THAT.
Ms. Caine: TANK ANKLES...
OR CANKLES, AS IN COMBINATION
ANKLES AND CALVES, ALSO KNOWN AS
PIANO LEGS.
Sean: YOU'D LIKE THEM SHAPELIER?
Ms. Caine: I'D LIKE THEM TO LOOK
AS IF THEY WEREN'T CAPABLE OF
SUPPORTING A SUSPENSION BRIDGE.
AND COULD YOU GET RID OF THIS
TRAFFIC PATTERN WHILE YOU'RE IN
THE AREA?
Sean: I THINK WE COULD DO THAT.
VEIN STRIPPING IS NORMALLY
CONSIDERED A SAME-DAY PROCEDURE,
BUT IN CONJUNCTION WITH YOUR
TANKLES--ANKLES, YOUR RECOVERY
MIGHT BE SLIGHTLY LENGTHENED.
Ms. Caine: THAT WOULD BE FINE.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Liz: EXCUSE ME, BUT THERE IS A
WOMAN CAMPED OUT WHO REFUSES TO
LEAVE UNTIL SHE GETS TO TALK TO
THAT "ARROGANT, OVERSEXED,
ANTICHRIST."
Christian: MS. CAINE, UH, WOULD
YOU EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT?
AHEM.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Sean: UH...YOU'VE BEEN IN
THERAPY FOR OVER 10 YEARS,
MS. CAINE?
Ms. Caine: IT'S BEEN, UH,
TREMENDOUSLY HELPFUL IN DEALING
WITH A VARIETY OF IDENTITY
ISSUES.
Sean: REALLY?
Ms. Caine: I COULDN'T EXIST
WITHOUT THERAPY. LIFE IS TOO
STRESSFUL TO GO IT ALONE, YOU
KNOW?
Gina: HEY, ASSHOLE.
Christian: WOULD YOU MIND
SITTING OVER HERE, SWEETHEART?
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO BOMB MY
JACOBSON CHAIR FOR CRABS.
Gina: GOOD ONE.
Christian: I'VE BEEN EXPECTING
YOU.
Gina: REALLY?
Christian: YOU'RE HERE TO TELL
ME YOU'RE PRESSING CHARGES FOR
THAT LITTLE ROUGH-UP IN THE
PARKING GARAGE A FEW WEEKS AGO.
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
MOMENT TO ARRIVE. YOU'RE FAR TOO
VINDICTIVE TO DROP THAT BALL,
SO I GOT THE TAPE.
Gina: THAT'S INTRIGUING.
WHAT TAPE?
[CHRISTIAN CHUCKLES]
Christian: THE PARKING GARAGE
SURVEILLANCE TAPE. OUR BRAWL WAS
CAUGHT ON 2 CAMERAS, BOTH OF
WHICH SHOW YOU AS THE
PROVOCATEUR. YOU PUSHED, AND YOU
PUSHED, AND I FINALLY PUSHED
BACK...OUT OF SELF-DEFENSE.
YOU DON'T HAVE A CASE.
Gina: IF I WANTED TO PRESS
CHARGES, CHRISTIAN, IT WOULD BE
FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER.
[CHRISTIAN CHUCKLES]
Gina: BUT LUCKY FOR YOU, MYSELF
AND OUR BABY SURVIVED YOUR PUSH
TO THE PAVEMENT.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, ASSHOLE.
I'M PREGNANT.
Christian: FIRST TIME AT THE
PLATE, AND I GET CREDITED WITH
THE R.B.I.?
Gina: YOU'RE THE ONLY BATTER.
Christian: I WAS WEARING A
RUBBER.
Gina: WELL, SLUGGER, EITHER IT
BROKE, OR I'M CARRYING THE NEXT
SAVIOR.
Christian: SO, YOU'RE HERE TO
PROPOSE?
Gina: JUST BECAUSE I'M CARRYING
SATAN'S BABY DOESN'T MEAN I NEED
TO MARRY THE FATHER. I'M NOT
HERE FOR A RING. I'M HERE TO
TELL YOU THAT YOU NEED TO PAY
FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
I'M PAYING.
Christian: I DON'T OWE YOU
ANYTHING.
Gina: YOU ARE A COLD-BLOODED
PREDATOR, CHRISTIAN.
I WAS 8-MONTHS CELIBATE.
YOU SEDUCED ME,
AND YOU THREW ME AWAY. WELL,
SURPRISE. I AM NOT DISPOSABLE!
THERE IS A PRICE TO PAY FOR WHAT
YOU DID, AND YOU'RE GONNA PAY
IT. NOW, I'VE ALREADY HAD 2
ABORTIONS...AND THE LAST ONE
WENT BADLY, AND I DIDN'T THINK
THAT I COULD CONCEIVE.
MAYBE THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE.
MAYBE I'M MEANT TO HAVE THIS
BABY.
Christian: CHRIST!
Gina: I CAN'T DO IT ALONE.
IF I'M GONNA HAVE THIS CHILD,
I'M GONNA NEED YOUR HELP.
I'M GONNA NEED YOUR SUPPORT,
AND YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE
ACTIVELY INVOLVED IN ITS
UPBRINGING. OTHERWISE, I'M GONNA
HAVE TO GET RID OF IT.
Christian: I'VE NEVER HAD TO
DEAL WITH THIS. I'VE--I'VE
ALWAYS MADE A POINT OF BEING SO
CAREFUL.
Gina: WELL, I UNDERSTAND IT'S
A VERY DIFFICULT DECISION.
EITHER YOU WANT YOUR KID TO JOIN
THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN, OR YOU
WANT IT TO BE A PART OF STEM
CELL RESEARCH.
TAKE YOUR TIME. WE'VE GOT ONE
WEEK TO DECIDE IF YOU'RE READY
FOR PARENTAL RESPONSIBILITY.
Christian: WHY DID YOU WAIT SO
LONG?
Gina: BECAUSE I JUST FIGURED IT
OUT! BECAUSE OF MY BULIMIA, I
HAVE A SPORADIC MENSTRUAL CYCLE.
I'M ALSO FREQUENTLY NAUSEOUS,
AND I SPEND A GREAT DEAL OF TIME
IN DENIAL.
ONE WEEK, CHRISTIAN.
YOU STILL GOT MY NUMBER, RIGHT?
[DOOR CLOSES]
[CHRISTIAN SIGHS]
* AHH,
MAKE ME BEAUTIFUL,
MAKE ME
A PERFECT SOUL,
A PERFECT MIND,
A PERFECT FACE,
A PERFECT
LIFE *
Sean: TO BE MOST EFFECTIVE,
CONDOMS SHOULD BE USED WITH A
SPERMICIDE.
Christian: SEAN, I MAY NOT BE
MUCH WITH A MENTOPLASTY, BUT I
CAN ASSURE YOU, I'M A GODDAMN
EXPERT WHEN IT COMES TO PUTTING
A RUBBER ON MY DICK.
Sean: USED CORRECTLY, THE
TYPICAL FAILURE RATE OF LATEX
CONDOMS IS ABOUT 3%. WHEN USED
INCORRECTLY, THE FAILURE RATE
RISES TO 12%. READ THE BOX.
Christian: YOU STOP TO READ
THE BOX? NO WONDER JULIA'S STILL
PISSED.
I'M SORRY. THAT WAS OUT OF LINE.
CUT ME SOME SLACK HERE.
I'M PREGNANT.
YOU REALLY MISS HER, DON'T YOU?
MEGAN.
Sean: I CAN'T EVEN GRIEVE IN
PRIVATE, BECAUSE JULIA KNOWS WHO
I'M GRIEVING FOR. I HAVE TO GO
INTO THE BATHROOM TO...
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN ME AT
ANNIE'S PARTY THIS WEEKEND.
I SCARED THE KIDS. THEY HAD
NEVER SEEN A CLOWN SO SAD.
ONE OF THEM CAME UP TO ME AND
OFFERED ME A COOKIE.
Christian: YOU THREW ANNIE A
BIRTHDAY PARTY?
Sean: IT WAS SMALL. WE DIDN'T
THINK AN 8-YEAR-OLD'S BIRTHDAY
PARTY WOULD MEAN SO MUCH TO YOU.
Christian: SHE'S NOT A
8-YEAR-OLD. SHE'S MY
GODDAUGHTER.
Sean: JULIA ASKED ME NOT TO TELL
YOU. SHE DIDN'T WANT YOU THERE.
I DON'T KNOW WHY. DO YOU?
Liz: ALL RIGHT, SAILORS.
TANKLES AWAY.
Sean: HIT IT.
[HOT LEGS PLAYING]
* YEAH,
HOT LEGS
IN YOUR SATIN SHOES,
HOT LEGS,
ARE YOU STILL IN SCHOOL?
HOT LEGS,
YOU'RE MAKING ME A FOOL,
I LOVE YOU, HONEY!
HOT LEGS,
YOU'RE WEARING ME OUT,
HOT LEGS,
YOU CAN SCREAM AND SHOUT,
HOT LEGS,
YOU'RE STILL IN SCHOOL,
I LOVE YA,
HEY, BABE,
HOT LEGS,
WHOO!
HOT LEGS,
I LOVE YOU, HONEY! *
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Christian: PRESENT FOR THE
BIRTHDAY GIRL.
Julia: I HOPE YOU KEPT THE
RECEIPT.
Christian: IT ONLY SHITS IN THE
CAGE, WHICH YOU TAKE OUT ONCE
A WEEK, AND IF IT GETS TOO MUCH,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO FLUSH. YOU
JUST BAKE AT 300 AND SERVE OVER
RICE.
Christian: HEY, THERE'S MY
BIRTHDAY GIRL. WHAT DO YOU
THINK? ARE YOU READY FOR A
LITTLE MORE RESPONSIBILITY?
Annie: HE KNOWS ME. HE KEEPS
PECKING AT MY FINGER. THANK YOU
SO MUCH, UNCLE CHRISTIAN.
Christian: PLEASURE.
Annie: I WAS SORRY YOU HAD TO
WORK AND MISS MY PARTY.
Christian: ME, TOO.
SO...WHAT'S HIS NAME?
Annie: HMM...I KNOW! PECKER.
Christian: PECKER.
Julia: HONEY, UM...
WHY DON'T YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM
AND INTRODUCE PECKER TO FRISKY?
Annie: OK.
Christian: SO, JUST OUT OF
CURIOSITY, WAS IT AN EMERGENCY
I WAS BUSY WITH, OR JUST YOUR
AVERAGE BREAST JOB?
Julia: I NEED A LITTLE DISTANCE,
CHRISTIAN.
Christian: LOOK, I KNOW HOW HARD
THIS THING WITH SEAN HAS BEEN,
BUT THAT'S NO REASON--
Julia: HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN
ABOUT HIM AND MEGAN?
Christian: LOOK, I COULDN'T
BETRAY MY BEST FRIEND.
Julia: YOU'VE BETRAYED HIM WITH
ME, HAVEN'T YOU?
Christian: IT WASN'T MY PLACE
TO TELL YOU ABOUT HIS AFFAIR.
DON'T CUT ME OUT, JULIA, PLEASE.
Julia: IT'S JUST NOT WORKING
ANYMORE, CHRISTIAN, YOU BEING IN
OUR LIVES. I CAN'T HANDLE IT.
Christian: BECAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID
YOU'LL CHEAT? IF YOU'RE AFRAID
I'LL CROSS THAT LINE AGAIN,
I WON'T. BELIEVE ME, I CARE MORE
ABOUT THIS FAMILY THAN WHATEVER
IS BETWEEN US.
Julia: WELL, CHRISTIAN...MAYBE
IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE US TO FALL
BACK ON, YOU'D FINALLY GO OUT
AND GET A FAMILY OF YOUR OWN.
Girl: MATT?
IT'S ME. CARA FITZGERALD.
Matt: WOW. YOU LOOK WONDERFUL.
Cara: THANKS FOR YOUR PRAYERS.
MOM TOLD ME YOU WERE AT THE
HOSPITAL A LOT.
Matt: OH--UM...YEAH, I--I JUST
WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OK.
Cara: AND THAT YOU'RE PART OF
THE PRAYER GROUP? DON'T BE
OFFENDED THAT I DIDN'T REMEMBER.
MY SHORT-TERM MEMORY'S A MESS.
I--I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO MY
FRIENDS ARE.
Matt: WHO DOES?
Cara: THERE'S A PRAYER MEETING
AFTER SCHOOL NEXT WEEK.
YOU'LL BE THERE, RIGHT?
Sean: GOOD NIGHT.
Julia: GOOD NIGHT.
[JULIA SIGHS]
Sean: DO YOU WANT TO STAY IN
THIS MARRIAGE, JULIA?
Julia: I DON'T KNOW.
Sean: WHAT IS IT YOU DON'T KNOW?
Julia: IF I'M STAYING IN IT FOR
THE KIDS. IF I'M STAYING IN IT
OUT OF FEAR.
Sean: YOU THINK YOU CAN EVER
LOVE ME AGAIN?
Julia: I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I SHOULD
FEEL PARTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT
HAPPENED.
SOMETIMES I THINK WE GOT MARRIED
FOR THE WRONG REASONS.
DO YOU THINK WE'D HAVE GOTTEN
MARRIED AT ALL IF I HADN'T BEEN
PREGNANT WITH MATT?
Sean: I DON'T KNOW.
[JULIA SIGHS]
Sean: BUT I'M GLAD WE DID.
[JULIA SIGHS]
Julia: SEAN, I CAN'T.
Sean: OK.
Julia: NO, IT'S JUST...
I WANT YOU TO GET TESTED.
SHE WAS IN AND OUT OF THE
HOSPITAL. SHE HAD BLOOD
TRANSFUSIONS. YOU WANT ME TO
TAKE THAT RISK?
Sean: I'LL GO IN FOR A COMPLETE
PHYSICAL. MAYBE SCHIFF CAN SEE
ME TOMORROW.
Sean: MS. CAINE? HOW ARE YOU
FEELING?
Ms. Caine: MY LEGS HURT.
Sean: THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED, BUT
IT ALL WENT VERY WELL.
NURSE LINDA'S HERE WITH SOME
WATER.
Ms. Caine: I WANT JUICY JUICE.
Sean: WATER WOULD BE BETTER.
Ms. Caine: I WANT JUICY JUICE!
Sean: MONTANA CAINE'S HAVING AN
ADVERSE REACTION TO THE
ANESTHESIA.
Montana: NO. THEY'RE TOO BIG!
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE MY
BOOBIES SMALLER.
Liz: MS. CAINE--
Sassy: MY NAME IS SASSY.
Liz: SASSY, DO YOU KNOW WHO
THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED
STATES IS?
Sassy: AL GORE.
Liz: SHE'S FINE.
Sassy: I WANT SMALLER BOOBIES!
YOU PROMISED ME SMALLER BOOBIES!
Montana: I TOLD YOU WE'D HAVE
TO WAIT. WE CAN'T DO EVERYTHING
AT ONCE.
Sassy: WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS FIRST?
Montana: BECAUSE I'M THE
GROWNUP.
Sassy: I DON'T WANT THE BOYS TO
GRAB THEM ANYMORE.
Montana: THEY'LL MAKE THEM
SMALLER FOR YOU. WE JUST HAVE
TO BE PATIENT.
THE DOCTOR WILL HELP US.
Woman: BEFORE MONTANA WAS
DIAGNOSED WITH MULTIPLE
PERSONALITY DISORDER, SHE WAS
UNABLE TO HOLD DOWN A JOB,
UNABLE TO SLEEP FOR MORE THAN AN
HOUR AT A TIME, AND SHE TRIED TO
COMMIT SUICIDE TWICE.
Sean: HOW MANY ALTER
PERSONALITIES DOES SHE HAVE?
Woman: NOW IT'S JUST SHE AND
SASSY. BUT 10 YEARS AGO, WHEN WE
FIRST STARTED TREATMENT, THERE
WERE ANYWHERE BETWEEN 20 AND 25.
I'D SAY WE'RE DOING QUITE WELL.
Grace: AND SO YOU THINK THAT
PERFORMING A BREAST REDUCTION
SURGERY BECAUSE ONE OF THE
ALTERS DEMANDS IT IS THE KEY TO
GREATER INTEGRATION?
Woman: INTEGRATION IS NOT MY
GOAL, DR. SANTIAGO. INTERNAL
HARMONY IS.
Grace: WHAT ABOUT S.S.R.I.s AND
TRICYCLICS?
Woman: M.P.D. PATIENTS SELDOM
DERIVE MORE THAN LIMITED RELIEF
FROM PSYCHOPHARMACOTHERAPY. THEN
THERE ARE ALSO THE DIFFERENT
RESPONSES OF THE ALTERS TO
CONTEND WITH AS WELL.
Sean: SO, MONTANA MIGHT REQUIRE
ONE KIND OF ANTIDEPRESSANT, SAY,
WHILE SASSY WOULD NEED ANOTHER?
Woman: EXACTLY. IT CAN GET A BIT
CONFUSING.
Sean: SO WHAT WOULD BE THE RISK,
IN YOUR OPINION, OF CHOOSING NOT
TO GO AHEAD WITH THIS ADDITIONAL
PROCEDURE?
Woman: SASSY IS THE GATEKEEPER
FOR ALL THE OTHER PERSONALITIES.
AND SHE'S THE ONLY ONE BESIDES
MONTANA WHO'S ASKING FOR A
PHYSICAL CHANGE. IF SHE REMAINS
HAPPY, WHICH SHE HAS FOR THE
LAST SEVERAL YEARS, THE OTHER
PERSONALITIES STAY DORMANT.
IF SHE'S IGNORED, SHE MAY FEEL
THE NEED OF THEIR SUPPORT IN
ORDER TO GET OUR ATTENTION.
Sean: SO ALL THOSE OTHER
PERSONALITIES--
Woman: COULD RETURN. THAT'S
RIGHT. FOR HOW LONG, I CAN'T
SAY. BUT IF YOU KNEW MONTANA 10
YEARS AGO, YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO
TAKE THAT CHANCE.
Matt: HENRY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Cara: HE'S PRAYING WITH ME.
Henry: THAT'S WHY WE CALL THIS
THE PRAYER CLUB. REMEMBER, MATT?
Cara: DO YOU THINK MORE
PEOPLE'LL COME?
Matt: OH. MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST
START.
Cara: BEFORE THE ACCIDENT, DID
I SERVE REFRESHMENTS BEFORE OR
AFTER THE READING OF THE
MINUTES?
Henry: UH, BEFORE.
Matt: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING HERE?
Henry: I WANTED TO MAKE SURE SHE
DIDN'T RECOGNIZE ME.
Matt: IS THAT THE ONLY REASON?
Henry: I'M LOOKING FOR SOLACE,
MATT. MY FAITH SAYS WE'VE GOTTA
PAY FOR WHAT WE DID. BUT, MATT,
MY GOD, DIDN'T WE GET AWAY
WITH IT?
MAYBE I NEED A NEW FAITH, A NEW
IDENTITY, ONE THAT REFLECTS THE
REAL WORLD WE LIVE IN, WHERE NOT
EVERYBODY PAYS AND WHERE
SOMETIMES--SOMETIMES YOU WALK
AWAY AND THE BAD THING
TURNS INTO SOMETHING...
SOMETHING GOOD.
Cara: TODAY'S PRAYER GROUP
THOUGHT IS THE FOLLOWING...
GRACE SHINES ON EVERYONE, NO
MATTER WHAT.
Henry: WHAT ABOUT CRIMINALS?
DOES YOUR GOD FORGIVE CRIMINALS?
Cara: WELL, WE'RE ALL SINNERS,
SAVED THROUGH CHRIST. SO, I
GUESS THE ANSWER'S YES.
Woman in film: WHEN I HOOK UP
AND I'M IN THE BEDROOM OF SOME
HOT GUY, I AM PRESENT....
Christian: SHOULDN'T YOU BE
DRINKING DECAF?
Gina: PHONE OUT OF ORDER?
Christian: I JUST THOUGHT
I SHOULD BE HERE TO CATCH YOU
WHEN YOU FAINTED FROM SHOCK.
I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE THIS
BABY. I MEAN, YOU SHOULD HAVE
IT, AND I'LL PAY FOR IT.
Gina: WOW. CUE THE VIOLINS.
WHY THE CHANGE OF HEART?
Christian: I'VE REALIZED I WANT
MORE. I WANNA GIVE MORE.
Gina: HOW MANY DAYS IN A WEEK?
Christian: OK, SO I'M A DAY
LATE.
Gina: WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY
MAKES. I SAT IN THAT
CLINIC, AND I STARED AT MYSELF
WHILE WAITING FOR YOUR CALL.
LAST-MINUTE PARDON FROM
THE GOVERNOR. NEVER CAME.
YOUR DEAFENING SILENCE WOKE ME
UP TO A COLD, HARD REALITY,
CHRISTIAN. YOU ARE AN
UNRELIABLE, UNCARING PERSON.
YOU'D BE AN UNRELIABLE, UNCARING
FATHER.
Christian: THAT'S NOT TRUE.
Gina: WHY ARE YOU ARGUING WITH
ME?
IT'S DONE.
Sean: YOU SMELL GOOD.
[JULIA GASPS]
Julia: YOU SCARED ME. I DIDN'T
HEAR YOU COME IN.
Sean: I GOT MY TEST RESULTS
BACK. BLOOD PRESSURE COULD BE
BETTER. HE ASKED IF I'VE BEEN
UNDER ANY UNDO STRESS OF LATE.
I TOLD HIM, "A LITTLE." BUT, IN
TERMS OF ANY OF THE THINGS THAT
YOU WERE, YOU KNOW, CONCERNED
ABOUT...YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE.
Julia: NO, I CAN'T DO IT, SEAN.
Sean: CAN'T DO WHAT?
Julia: I CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH YOU
RIGHT NOW. I'M SORRY. I JUST
CAN'T.
Sean: I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TOLD
YOU ABOUT MEGAN. I THOUGHT IF I
WERE JUST HONEST, SOMEHOW THINGS
WOULD BE BETTER. AT LEAST WE
COULD BE REAL WITH EACH OTHER
FOR A CHANGE.
Julia: WE ARE BEING REAL, SEAN.
YOU'RE JUST NOT LIKING THE
RESULTS YOU'RE GETTING.
Sean: BULLSHIT! YOU'RE NOT
FORGIVING ME, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T,
JULIA. YOU DON'T WANT TO. AT
LEAST BE HONEST ABOUT IT. THEN
MAYBE WE COULD GO FROM THERE!
Julia: YOU'RE RIGHT. I DON'T
WANT TO! IT'S JUST TOO EASY FOR
YOU TO WALTZ IN HERE AND TELL ME
YOU'VE DONE THE DISHES, YOU'VE
TAKEN THE TEST, YOU'VE HAD AN
AFFAIR. YOU'RE RIGHT. I DON'T
WANT TO FORGIVE YOU.
Sean: DID YOU EVEN NEED ME TO
GET TESTED? WAS THAT JUST A LIE
SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO GET NEAR
ME FOR A FEW DAYS, AND THEN YOU
THINK UP SOME OTHER WAY TO AVOID
TOUCHING ME.
LOOK, YOU NEED TIME TO FORGIVE
ME, TAKE YOUR TIME. BUT LET'S
NOT LIE TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE.
IF WE'RE GONNA START OVER, WE'VE
GOT TO START BY TELLING THE
TRUTH. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A
RELATIONSHIP THAT'S BUILT ON
LIES, NOT ANYMORE.
Julia: YOU'RE RIGHT, SEAN.
NO MORE LIES.
Sean: LOOK, I'M GOING ALONG WITH
YOUR DECISION, DR. SANTIAGO.
WHAT ARE YOU SO ANGRY ABOUT?
Grace: WHY WASN'T I PRESENT AT
THE PATIENT'S INITIAL
CONSULTATION?
Sean: THE WOMAN HAD BEEN IN
THERAPY FOR 10 YEARS. IT SEEMED
TO BE WORKING. THERE WAS NO RED
FLAG. CHRISTIAN AND I--
Grace: GREAT. CHRISTIAN AND
YOU. I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT THE
HIERARCHY HERE AT McNAMARA TROY.
I KEEP IMAGINING I'M A PART OF
IT.
Sean: YOU WEREN'T BROUGHT ABOARD
WITH THE PROMISE OF PARITY.
Grace: WHAT ABOUT RESPECT? IT'S
BECAUSE I SLEPT WITH CHRISTIAN,
ISN'T IT? SUDDENLY I'M NO LONGER
A PROFESSIONAL WITH CREDENTIALS.
I'M JUST HIS LATEST CONQUEST.
Sean: I'M NOT HERE TO PASS
JUDGMENT ON YOUR PROMISCUITY.
Grace: WHY DON'T YOU ADMIT IT,
SEAN? YOU'RE OPERATING OUT OF
REPRESSED RAGE BECAUSE I
REJECTED YOU AND SLEPT WITH YOUR
PARTNER.
Sean: DR. SANTIAGO, AS A
PROFESSIONAL, IT SHOULD HAVE
BEEN OBVIOUS THAT WHEN I CAME ON
TO YOU, I WAS ACTING OUT BECAUSE
OF TROUBLE IN MY MARRIAGE. IT
WASN'T PERSONAL.
YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE.
AFTER YOU.
Grace: GOOD MORNING, MS. CAINE.
WE WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT
YOUR REQUEST FOR A BREAST
REDUCTION.
Montana: YOU MEAN SASSY'S
REQUEST.
Grace: THAT'S RIGHT. SASSY'S
REQUEST.
Sean: UNFORTUNATELY, WE'VE
DECIDED NOT TO GO AHEAD WITH THE
PROCEDURE.
Montana: OH. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I THOUGHT DR. REED WAS IN FAVOR
OF IT?
Grace: SHE IS, AND I CAN ASSURE
YOU, WE GAVE HER OPINION SERIOUS
CONSIDERATION, BUT IN THE END,
WE HAD TO ABIDE BY OUR OWN
DECISION.
Montana: BUT SASSY REALLY WANTS
IT, AND IF DR. REED THINKS WE
SHOULD DO IT--
Grace: DR. REED IS EXTREMELY
CAPABLE, AND I KNOW YOU'VE MADE
TREMENDOUS STRIDES WITH HER. I
WOULD LIKE TO FEEL MORE CERTAIN,
HOWEVER, THAT WE'VE EXHAUSTED
EVERY ALTERNATIVE BEFORE
RESORTING TO AN INVASIVE
SURGERY.
Montana: AND YOU FEEL THE SAME
WAY, DR. McNAMARA?
Sean: I THINK WHAT
DR. SANTIAGO SAYS MAKES SENSE.
Montana: OK.
I JUST HOPE SASSY UNDERSTANDS.
Grace: I'M SURE SHE WILL.
SHE MIGHT EVEN FEEL RELIEVED
ULTIMATELY.
Justice: BITCH.
Grace: EXCUSE ME?
Justice: I SAID, "BITCH."
YOU GONNA MAKE THAT CHILD WAIT A
YEAR?
YOU KNOW HER SUFFERING, YOU
DON'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT.
Grace: MS. CAINE--
Justice: DO I LOOK LIKE
A MS. CAINE TO YOU?
Sean: I'M DR. McNAMARA...
AND YOU ARE?
Justice: JUSTICE...
AND THAT IS WHAT I SEEK: JUSTICE
FOR THE UNHEARD AND THE UNSEEN,
FOR THE OPPRESSED AND THE
REPRESSED, FOR THOSE WHO HAVE
BEEN FORCED INTO THE SHADOWS AND
WHO WILL REMAIN THERE NO LONGER.
Montana: JUSTICE, PLEASE DON'T
DO THIS.
Justice: DO NOT "PLEASE,
JUSTICE" ME. WE MUST RISE UP AND
DEFEND THE RIGHTS OF THAT LITTLE
GIRL.
AND OUR NUMBERS WILL BE SO
GREAT THAT WE'RE GONNA MAKE
THAT MILLION MAN MARCH LOOK LIKE
A BLOCK PARTY.
Sean: I'M SCHEDULING SASSY FOR
SURGERY.
Matt: HAM AND CHEESE.
GEE, IF ONLY I'D SAVED MY
FORESKIN, I COULD HAVE GIVEN IT
TO YOU.
Henry: STOP SITTING SHIVA
ALREADY. YOU'RE NOT EVEN JEWISH.
Matt: I JUST THINK YOU'RE GOING
TO EXTREMES, MAN. THIS MAY JUST
BE A WAY OF DEALING WITH YOUR
GUILT.
Henry: DEAL WITH YOUR OWN GUILT,
'CAUSE AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED,
EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO THAT I
COULD DISCOVER THE KINGDOM OF
HEAVEN AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER
AFTER...
WITH CARA.
Matt: ARE--ARE YOU SAYING YOU
HAVE FEELINGS FOR THIS GIRL?
Henry: WHAT IF I DO?
Matt: WELL, IT'S A BAD IDEA,
HENRY. YOU START GETTING
PHYSICAL, NEXT THING YOU KNOW,
YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO BE
HONEST AND TELL HER EVERYTHING.
Henry: I'M NOT GONNA SAY
ANYTHING. IT WOULD JUST CAUSE
HER MORE PAIN.
Matt: WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU,
MAN?
Henry: I FOUND THE TRUTH...
AND IT HAS SET ME FREE.
Henry: I'M GONNA ASK CARA TO THE
PROM.
Cara: HEY, GUYS. IS THIS SEAT
TAKEN?
Henry: IS NOW.
Cara: OH, UH, I'LL BE RIGHT
BACK. I FORGOT MY ORANGE JUICE.
Henry: NO, DON'T MOVE. I'LL
GET IT.
Cara: HE'S BECOMING MORE
CHRIST-LIKE EVERY DAY.
Matt: HE'S CHANGING, ALL RIGHT.
Cara: WHEN SOMEONE GOES THROUGH
CHANGE, THEY NEED PEOPLE THEY
CAN DEPEND ON.
MATT, CAN I ASK YOU A FAVOR?
Matt: SURE. ANYTHING.
Cara: FORGET IT. IT'S TOO
EMBARRASSING.
Matt: NO, CARA. COME ON.
Cara: WILL YOU TAKE ME TO THE
PROM?
Matt: WHA-WHAT?
Cara: I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A DANCE
BEFORE, AND I THOUGHT IF I WENT
WITH SOMEBODY WHO REALLY KNEW
ME, WELL, I MEAN, YOU'VE ALREADY
SEEN ME AT MY WORST, SO--
Matt: OH, CARA. UH, LOOK, I'D
LIKE TO, BUT--
Cara: YOU'VE ASKED SOMEONE ELSE?
Matt: NO.
Henry: ONE O.J. ON ME.
Cara: I'M SO SORRY. I THOUGHT--
GOD, I'M SUCH A SOCIAL RETARD.
Henry: SCHMUCK! WHAT'D YOU SAY
TO HER?
Matt: NOTHING.
Henry: NEVER--NEVER MIND. I'LL
FIND OUT MYSELF.
Matt: HEY, UH, UH, UH, HENRY...
Matt: SHE ASKED ME TO THE PROM.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Julia: HI.
Christian: HI.
Julia: I JUST, UM...
POOR ANNIE GETS TOO ATTACHED TO
IT. THAT'S ALL.
Christian: I CAN RETURN IT.
DON'T WORRY. WAS HE, UH, TOO
MESSY?
Julia: PECKER AND FRISKY DIDN'T
EXACTLY SEE EYE TO EYE.
Christian: SORRY. YOU WANNA
COME IN?
Julia: I CAN'T STAY.
Christian: GOOD. I'M NOT
PREPARED FOR COMPANY.
Julia: 4 STARS?
Christian: 2 THUMBS UP.
MEMORABLE PERFORMANCES IN A
SENSITIVE STORY ABOUT 2 FEMALE
CONTORTIONISTS.
I LAUGHED. I CRIED. I CAME.
SO...HOW ARE YOU GUYS DOING?
THE FAMILY I'VE BEEN EXCLUDED
FROM, I MEAN?
Julia: WHAT WAS SHE LIKE?
Christian: YOU DON'T NEED TO DO
THIS. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH
YOU.
Julia: WHAT WAS SHE LIKE?
Christian: SHE WAS DYING, AND
SHE NEEDED HIM, AND HE FELT
ESSENTIAL. JUST CHALK IT UP TO
HIS MIDLIFE CRISIS.
Julia: LET IT GO, RIGHT?
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
I CAN'T.
ISN'T THAT AWFUL? FOR A WHILE, I
EVEN FELT BADLY FOR HIM, THAT HE
LOST THIS INCREDIBLY BRAVE AND
COURAGEOUS WOMAN. ISN'T THAT
PATHETIC? I'M THE ONE HE
SCREWED, AND I FELT BADLY FOR
HIM.
Christian: GIVE YOURSELF TIME.
AT LEAST YOU'RE BEING HONEST
WITH EACH OTHER.
YOU'RE ONE STEP AHEAD OF THE
REST OF US.
Julia: CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM?
Woman: CAN I HELP YOU?
Julia: YES.
I'D LIKE TO TEST THE PATERNITY
OF MY SON.
UM, I BROUGHT HIS RAZOR. THE
PERSON I SPOKE WITH SAID THAT'D
BE OK AS LONG AS HE WAS THE ONLY
ONE USING IT.
Woman: WE USUALLY PREFER A CHEEK
SWAB, BUT IN CASES WHERE
CONFIDENTIALITY IS AN ISSUE--
Julia: YES. IT IS. IT'S VERY
MUCH AN ISSUE.
Woman: THIS SHOULD BE FINE. DID
YOU BRING A SAMPLE FROM THE
FATHER IN QUESTION?
THANK YOU.
AH. GREAT HAIR.
Julia: EXCUSE ME?
Woman: LOTS OF ROOTS.
Julia: HOW CONCLUSIVE ARE THESE
TESTS, EXACTLY?
Woman: WELL, OUR MARGIN OF ERROR
IS LESS THAN 1%. THAT'S AS CLOSE
TO THE TRUTH AS YOU'RE GOING TO
GET.
Sean: LOOK, JUST SAY IT, OK?
I'M OPERATING ON A PSYCHOTIC
WOMAN IN ORDER TO APPEASE HER
8-YEAR-OLD FANTASY SELF, AND YOU
FIND IT MORALLY REPREHENSIBLE.
Liz: NO, I DON'T.
WE RESHAPE HUNDREDS OF BODIES
EVERY YEAR IN ORDER TO GRATIFY
ALL SORTS OF FANTASIES. IF YOU
ASK ME, MS. MONTANA CAINE SEEMS
A LOT LESS DELUSIONAL THAN MOST.
Sean: SHE'S A MULTIPLE
PERSONALITY.
Liz: OH, PLEASE. WHO ISN'T?
TO MY MOTHER, I'M A CHILD, TO
JAN, I'M A HEARTLESS, REJECTING
BITCH, AND TO MY DOG, I'M GOD.
Sean: MAYBE I SHOULD GET A DOG.
YOU HAVE A POINT. FATHER,
SURGEON, HUSBAND...THE ONLY
DIFFERENCE IS ALL OF MINE ARE
NAMED SEAN, AND NO OPERATION CAN
HELP THEM GET ALONG.
Sean: HOW ARE HER VITALS?
Liz: EXCELLENT. MAY I SEE HER
CHART FROM THE LAST PROCEDURE,
PLEASE?
Sean: SOMETHING WRONG?
Liz: B.P. IS 105 OVER 65.
HER HEART RATE IS 75.
RESPIRATION IS 12 TO 14.
MS. CAINE IS SUDDENLY IN
INCREDIBLE SHAPE.
Liz: IT'S LIKE SHE CHANGED FROM
A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN TO A KID.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Christian: NO ONE'S IN RIGHT
NOW. CAN I TAKE A MESSAGE?
Gina: I LEFT 3 MESSAGES AT YOUR
OFFICE. YOUR RECEPTIONIST, BY
THE WAY, IS A BITCH.
Christian: FAITHFUL AS A
BULLDOG. DIDN'T LET YOU GET
THROUGH ONCE.
Gina: CAN I GET THROUGH NOW?
Christian: HOW MUCH WAS THE
PROCEDURE?
Gina: I DIDN'T HAVE IT.
Christian: NO KIDDING?
Gina: I CAN PROVE IT. I CAN COME
OVER TOMORROW MORNING AND THROW
UP ON YOUR FLOOR.
Christian: WHY'D YOU LIE TO ME?
Gina: I THOUGHT MAYBE IF YOU
FELT SOME OF MY HURT AND
DISAPPOINTMENT...
Christian: THEN WE'D BE EVEN?
Gina: I WASN'T EVEN SURE I
WANTED THIS BABY.
Gina: YOU KEEP TRYING TO FILL UP
THIS VOID WITH SEX, BUT IT NEVER
WORKS, AND YOU STILL DON'T FEEL
WHOLE, SO THEN YOU PRAY TO A
HIGHER POWER BECAUSE YOU CAN'T
FACE THE HARSH REALITY THAT
YOU'RE ALONE, AND THEN...THEN
AFTER ONE NIGHT OF MEANINGLESS
SEX WITH A COMPLETE BASTARD,
YOU SUDDENLY HAVE A MIRACLE
GROWING INSIDE OF YOU. THEN ALL
YOU KNOW IS THAT YOU LOVE THIS
PERSON-TO-BE...UNCONDITIONALLY.
Gina: SO YOU THINK...MAYBE THERE
IS A HIGHER POWER.
MAYBE THIS IS IT.
Christian: SO, WHAT KIND OF
ARRANGEMENT ARE WE TALKING
ABOUT?
Gina: A REALISTIC ONE. FINANCIAL
SUPPORT, VISITING RIGHTS,
CHILDPROOFING YOUR
APARTMENT...AND NOTHING YOU
CAN'T HANDLE, ASSHOLE.
Christian: HEY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH
IN FRONT OF THE KID.
Matt: WHAT'S WITH THE HAT?
YOU RECONVERTING?
Matt: IS THIS ABOUT PROM,
BECAUSE I'M NOT TAKING CARA,
MAN. YOU'RE FREE TO ASK HER.
Henry: SHE'S NOT JEWISH.
Matt: MAKE UP YOUR MIND, HENRY.
Henry: WHAT MIND? WHOSE MIND?
I--I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM
ANYMORE. I TRIED TO FIND A NEW
IDENTITY, A NEW GOD, A NEW SET
OF BELIEFS, A NEW GIRLFRIEND.
NOTHING IS MAKING ME
FEEL ANY BETTER.
Matt: YOU'RE STILL THE SAME GUY.
Henry: NO, I'M NOT.
Matt: HEY, DON'T DO ANYTHING
STUPID.
Henry: IT'S A LITTLE LATE FOR
THAT.
Matt: WHOA--HENRY...LOOK, WE'RE
FRIENDS, OK? MY ASS IS ON THE
LINE, TOO.
Henry: THEN YOU BETTER COVER IT.
I JUST WANT TO LOOK IN THE
MIRROR AND SEE AN HONEST MAN
LOOKING BACK AT ME, AND THE ONLY
WAY TO DO THAT IS TO ACT LIKE
ONE.
Matt: SO WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO
MEAN? YOU'RE GONNA TELL HER WHAT
WE DID?
Henry: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THAT
MEANS.
Sean: SHE UP YET?
Liz: ANY MINUTE NOW.
Sean: WOULD YOU MAKE SURE WE'RE
SET TO MOVE HER TO AFTERCARE?
I'LL STAY HERE.
Liz: SHE SORT OF LOOKS LIKE A
CHILD, DOESN'T SHE?
Sean: I WONDER WHICH ONE OF THEM
GETS TO DREAM.
Sassy: MOMMY...
Sean: IT'S DR. McNAMARA, SASSY.
I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU
EVERYTHING WENT FINE.
Sassy: I'M THE SAME
AS ALL THE OTHER KIDS?
Sean: YOUR BREASTS WILL BE LESS
NOTICEABLE.
Sassy: THANK YOU...
DR. McNAMARA.
Sean: YOU'RE WELCOME.
Sean: I GOT YOU APPLE, GRAPE,
AND BERRY.
Sassy: YOU REMEMBERED.
Sean: ARE YOU LEAVING NOW?
Sassy: YES.
WHEN MONTANA WAKES UP.
Sean: WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN
MONTANA'S HERE?
Sassy: UNDERNEATH,
WHERE NOBODY CAN HURT ME.
Sean: CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO GET
THERE?
Christian: JULIA, ARE YOU ALL
RIGHT? YOU LOOK...
Julia: I NEED TO TALK TO YOU,
AND I DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT AT
HOME OR ON THE PHONE IN FRONT OF
SEAN OR ANYTHING.
Christian: COME IN.
Julia: LOOK, I JUST NEED TO BE
HONEST WITH YOU.
Christian: ABOUT WHAT?
Gina: DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MORE
TOILET PAPER? I'M AS BLOATED AS
A WHALE, AND THERE IS NO TOILET
PAPER.
Julia: I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD
COMPANY.
Christian: UH...SHE'S ON HER WAY
OUT.
Gina: REALLY, CHRISTIAN, WE
DON'T ALL PEE STANDING UP.
Christian: GINA, JULIA.
JULIA'S MY PARTNER'S WIFE, AND
GINA'S--
Gina: THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD.
Julia: YOU'RE HAVING A BABY?
Gina: NO. I'M HAVING IT. HE'S
PAYING FOR IT.
Julia: I'M...SHOCKED.
Gina: YEAH, I KNOW. CAN YOU SEE
HIM AS A FATHER? I GOTTA GO.
DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT AT 10:00.
IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Christian: IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU,
YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT
GETTING MY OWN FAMILY, NOT USING
YOURS. IT HURT LIKE HELL, BUT...
MADE SENSE.
Julia: GOOD. I'M GLAD.
Christian: SO WHAT DID YOU WANT
TO TELL ME?
Julia: THE OTHER DAY WHEN I CAME
HERE...
IT WAS WRONG AND, UM,
ASKING YOU ABOUT MEGAN, I HAVE
TO STOP PUTTING YOU IN THE
MIDDLE. IF I HAVE QUESTIONS
ABOUT MY HUSBAND'S LIFE, I HAVE
TO ASK HIM.
UM, I'M SORRY...
AND CONGRATULATIONS.
Christian: JULIA.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? AM I GONNA BE
A GOOD FATHER?
Julia: I HOPE SO.
[DOOR SHUTS]
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