Nip/Tuck - Fifth Season

Previously on Nip/Tuck...

- Well, Dr. Rowe. - Call me Teddy.

Stop worrying about how other people are react to you.

And do what you want to do.

You want the honest truth? You'll never get her a national campaign,

not with those thin villainous lips.

Dr. Troy, plastic surgeon and breast cancer patient.

I know what it's like to see my mutilated body.

But damn if I'm gonna accept it.

Liz thought you would change.

She informed me she's moving back to Miami.

Thank you.

Is it really completely pitch black? How are we going to know what we're eating?

You have to have a little blind faith.

This whole experience is about opening up your other senses and letting go.

Good evening. Your name, please?

- McNamara. - 8:15.

Please, put your hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you

and follow me.

- Jesus, I can't see a thing. - That's the idea, jackass.

We didn't come to Pasadena to eat at el pollo loco.

Don't worry, mr. McNamara.

I've done this a few times.

Just keep your hand on my shoulder.

Your waiter will be along shortly to present the amuse bouche

and tell you about the menu.

Enjoy your evening.

Is he gone?

Give me your hand.

The amuse bouche, Mr. McNamara.

Somebody's not wearing any panties.

Don't answer that.

It's Julia. One of the kids might be sick.

Yeah, what's going on?

Of course. My accountant sent it directly to the school.

Hang up the phone, Sean. You can deal with this tomorrow.

Just tell 'em if it doesn't post until monday, I'll call Stan.

No, I sent Annie's sweater last week.

- Yeah. Blue cardigan. - Sean...

It was the only one in her top drawer.

Fine. I'll check again. OK?

Call you tomorrow.

Sorry.

Phone's off.

No more interruptions.

Teddy?

Teddy?

Come on. It could have been an emergency.

But it wasn't, was it?

I apologize.

But it's over now. Let's go back inside.

No, Sean.

Until you stop taking responsibility

for every little moment of everyone else's lives...

- ... I'm not interested. - I can't ignore my responsibilities.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

And baby, you got a lot of moss.

Sorry, I'm late.

Jesus, Sean, you could have

scheduled Mr. Tree man in a couple hours after I finished digesting my sushi.

He speaks perfect english, Christian.

I'm used to such reactions,

doctor.

One day, doctors at U.C.L.A. flew me from

Bali to Los Angeles to study my unique condition.

I caused a student nurse to faint

and switch her career.

I've been looking like this since on my 18th birthday.

That's when I first scraped my foot.

I was swimming with a girl I had a crush on.

The first wart appeared shortly afterwards

and began to spread uncontrollably.

Doctors at U.C.L.A. gave him massive doses of vitamin A

to retard the spread of the virus.

- I'm guessing that didn't work. - Mr. Sabri's condition

was complicated by a rare

immune system deficiency which enabled the virus to cause

a massive proliferation of his cells,

forming these cutaneous horns.

It's just a guess but

U.C.L.A. is not paying for our buddy Budi's little mani-pedi.

Mr. Sabri, my partner and I don't want to mislead you.

It could take half a dozen procedures. And even then

we can't be certain how successful we'll be

or what specifically we can accomplish.

You're saying that I should...

forget my dream as a fashion model.

When I was younger,

the people in my village

would gather their children

inside when they saw me coming.

I was quite bitter about it.

Now,

if I could just

walk on my own,

lie down

without pain.

To think that I could just

find joy in my life.

Or maybe one day

feel human again.

Come on baby, dry your eyes,

wipe your tears.

Never like to see you cry...

How did you get home last night? Call your mom?

I hitched a ride with our maitre D, actually.

Don't you want to get a shot with Mr. Sabri for your photo album, Teddy?

There is a big difference between Mr. Skerritt and this poor man.

He's a victim. All he's known for years is pain and isolation.

Whatever.

They'll be plenty of photo ops tomorrow at the press conference that I called.

Mr. Sappy here should be well enough to smile at the camera and say cheese.

I know. I feel just as bad for this guy as you guys do. All right?

But I mean, come on, let's think about it here.

He's gonna clock up at least 60 billable hours.

- How are we gonna get that back? - If you want attention,

co-author the paper I'm gonna write for the New england journal of medicine.

You know, I thought being sick yourself

might open your eyes a little to what people like Mr. Sabri go through.

Do me a favor. Don't lecture me on how I should deal with my cancer.

I dealt with it my own way.

As far as I'm concerned, I think I did a pretty good job.

And I'm a much better person because of it.

Anyway, I have my 12-week check up tomorrow with

Dr. Moss. So I'm looking to put this whole thing behind me.

Oh, Jesus.

Can you finish up for me?

Thanks.

Come on.

Give me another chance.

I'm not big on second chances.

If I wanted to be with a pussy, I'd be a lesbian.

Well, I can loosen up.

I can be wild.

I had sex with a doll once.

- I'll tell you all about it over lunch. - Fine.

Pick me up. My place. 1:00 sharp.

So you swear she's had no

fever, no rashes, no swelling of any kind?

Oh, my God, Christian, she's fine. She's never been better.

Except you can see the collagen's been absorbed.

And we're back to our thin, villainous lip problem.

- You're gonna have to do it again. - When pigs fly sweetie pie.

I'm still having nightmares about what I did.

Yeah, but you see, the Steves called.

And she's short listed for this new vintage

inspired baby clothing line for Target.

Read my thin, villainous lips, ma rose.

- It ain't never gonna happen. - OK.

We'll just go down the block to Dr. Potsander's office.

He'll do it.

And I think we're gonna go to Hermes to get a new little baby treat.

So we'll talk to you later.

- You're not taking her anywhere. - Let go of me!

Hear me!

Hey, easy you two. No fighting in front of the baby.

How's my girl? Let me see those lips.

I was just telling Christian that the collagen he gave her has been absorbed.

So if he wants her career to stay on the fast track, she needs more of it.

First of all, mother of the year, I happen to know you did it.

Sean, you're such an easy lay in every possible way.

He did it.

I told him I'd take the blame to save his pretty face.

Poor grandpa is just too embarrassed to admit

that he wants his granddaughter to be a big star because he'll never be one.

If I find out you've injected anything into Jenna again,

I'll have you arrested for child endangerment.

Damn straight.

Am I clear?

I walked in. That crazy bitch is injecting Jenna herself.

I stepped in so there wouldn't be any complications.

- I love her. I'm trying to do the best. - Bullshit! You did this for you!

Cause you wanted your granddaughter to get a modeling contract.

Stop rationalizing, and think about the reality of what you've done.

I thought you of all people, someone who was the victim of abuse,

would have known better!

How much further can you fall, Christian?

Look at you.

How do you like my house?

I love it. It's amazing.

Here's to a great day.

Come on. I want to show you the

bedroom first.

This place is huge.

Family money.

Who's this?

My brother, his sister, and their daughter, Wren.

I'm adopted.

I guess we can just order in.

Or eat out.

Strange. I didn't think I left the air conditioning on.

The house is listed at 4.5.

But I think I can get them down to 3.

It's been on the market for almost a month already.

Did you hear that?

No.

All the fixtures are original, painstakingly restored by the owners.

Carra marble, brazilian rosewood throughout.

Someone's breaking into your house.

I have a secret to tell you.