Nip/Tuck - Fifth Season

Previously on Nip/Tuck...

Hi, Julia.

I made some fruitcake as sort of a peace offering.

What's... are you all right?

I'm Rachel Ben Natan, your burn rehabilitation counselor.

How did it happen?

I sat down across the table from

a very handsome boy when he blew himself up.

Who knows you're screwing each other?

We love each other, Sean.

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I see some kind of calcification.

Rachel's not a complainer, dad.

She's been through enough surgeries that if she says the pain's bad...

OK. Let's see.

How does this...

We call that exquisite tenderness.

Pain so bad it's been causing me nightmares.

I've been waking up all edgy and hopeless.

The fact that the pain is

shooting indicates to me that it's a neuroma,

which means that the calcification has severed the nerve,

and the 2 ends are trying to fuse, but they've

turned in on themselves and become a ball.

Can you repair it enough to stop the pain?

Absolutely.

We would reset the neuroma,

harvest a section of nerve from your leg,

which we would then use to bridge that gap between the 2 nerve endings.

You need to remove a nerve from my leg?

Dad's one of the top cranio-maxillo facial guys in the country.

Interesting.

So you do want surgery.

You just prefer daddy number one over daddy number 2.

It's cool. I get it.

I'm not here for facial reconstruction, Dr. Troy.

We're fine here, Christian.

I have it covered.

Okey-dokey. So how you doin', Mattie?

Gettin'better every day with Rachel's encouragement.

That's good.

- What's this? - I said we're good here.

Looks like a tooth to me, big guy.

Jesus. How did I Miss that?

Based on the architecture of the shape, I'd say it's a central incisor.

Right.

Must be one of yours dislodged from the blast

- or something. - No.

I lost 8 teeth in the bombing, but no incisors.

No wonder I'm having nightmares.

My bomber is alive and well, living inside of me.

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15 blade.

The B.P. is 180 over 60 and dropping.

- Dr. Casey, I need that toe now. - Bone cutter.

B.P. 190 over 50.

- Cut the toe, doctor! - Which one do you want?

We are rebuilding this woman's clitoris, doctor.

There was a terrible car accident.

The vaginal canal was severed by a gearshift.

I'd say the big one.

I want this woman coming hard.

Cut!

Cut!

Cut! Cut! Cut!

Damn it, he needs more class, you know.

Think Clooney. I think you should give the lines to Sean.

Dawn, darling, I'm the director. I say, "Cut."

If you have a problem, wait until after the take,

and then we can discuss it.

Well, you know what? Time is money, Nigel,

my money.

I agreed to pay for all the overages on this show, which are considerable,

in exchange for a producer credit.

If I want your opinion,

the topic'll be bad teeth.

And, you,

you know, this story already strains credibility.

Can you try some freakin'reality?

How they let this beast on the lot, OK?

I mean, they don't let animals in here.

Director, why don't you do something?

Excuse me. Dawn, this is a medically accurate story.

Christian and I operated on a woman

who suffered a female castration in her native village.

You see that?

That is the way you play a leading man.

He has the courage of his convictions,

yet he is classy. He is always classy.

I believe everything I say. I trained...

I have some good news.

I have some bad news here, Freddie. Glad you showed up, OK,

because your twin over here is trying to mess up

all of my magic sauce.

Timeout. I really do... I wanna share my victory.

As of today,

we have officially become a cultural phenomenon.

I just got off the phone with the grand marshal

of the west hollywood gay pride parade,

asking us if we would like to ride on our own float!

Why would you wanna ride in that parade, Freddie?

Butter bean,

it's not easy to grasp.

When you get embraced by the gays,

you officially become

a card-carrying member of the Zeitgeist club.

No man of mine is ridin'in a fruit float, Freddie.

Don't you call homosexuals fruits. Don't you dare, woman.

I am loved by the homosexual community, and I for one...

Freddie migh... I'm gonna... I won't stand for it.

You know, sweetie, your publicist got you a cover of out.

You know why? They passed at people and us.

Big shit, OK?

Listen, I'm straight out of the park, but I'm no bigot.

Bigots always say that.

No, listen. No, this is not personal.

It's not. I know a lot of gay people...

my hairdresser...

- Oh, really? - My stylist.

Good for you!

How about father Fabrizi from St. Simon's?

Father? How is he doing?

He gave me my first holy communion.

It was a fantastic event, just for your information.

We have to rember, darling, we have our fan base.

What about the god-fearing part of our fan base, Freddie?

Start thinkin'like a producer, sweetheart.

This parade could really hurt your program.

I'm going back to my office, where there are no buzz-killers.

What?!

What?!

Maybe all your girl needs is an invitation

to sit up there next to you on the... on the float.

Is that it, petal?

Is that all it is, because, honey...

No, no, because it's our first year, they just give us a little, tiny float.

It's a tiny, little float,

and there's only room at the top for me and Aidie, OK?

Back to work, everybody.

What the hell are you lookin'at, huh?

Chop-chop, people. We got a clit to build.

- Oh, my God! - What? What?

- Oh, Jesus! - Jesus!

What? Did I knock you or something?

No, it's my third one in 2 days. Jesus.

Maybe you need a humidifier in your room at the Chateau or something.

No. I don't think it's the dryness. You know, sometimes...

No. Nosebleeds are a sign of elevated blood pressure.

Do you have a cuff or something?

Come on. We been to an internist, a neurologist, a gastroenterologist.

Nobody thinks you're sick.

It's becoming pretty obvious.

- I'm sorry. What is becoming obvious? - You're avoiding something!

You're hiding behind these symptoms,

All right? I think you're scared to tell Olivia,

because you're scared of us.

You finally get what you want, and you can't handle it.

You are just... You're such a bully.

No. I'm the only person who tells you the truth.

Look, you're a grown woman, and you're acting like a neurotic teenager.

You know, quite frankly, i'm gettin'pissed off.

Well, you have certainly pissed me off.

Jesus.

Look, I'm just frustrated, you know. I just f...

feel like I've waited so long, you know?

I just...

I just want it to be us, you know?

Can you please forgive me?

Please.

Would you like your messages, Dr. Troy?

And you are?

I'm Betina, your new receptionist.

They're great, right?

They're not bad.

- Who did them? - Dr. Sacks.

He's known for preserving full sensitivity in the nipple area.

You need to fire the new receptionist today.

Why? She's bright, well educated,

and she's got a great attitude.

Ha. You didn't hire her because of her MBA.

You hired her because you knew those tits would be like catnip to me.

You're tryin'to sabotage me.

You know, I'll fall into my old patterns, cheat on Julia,

our relationship will blow up, and you'll come swooping in

like some kind of knight in shining armor.

I don't have to lift a finger to blow up your relationship.

You'll detonate it all by yourself.

Don't be a petty bitch. Just fire her.

Do it yourself.

I already tripped over those tits on my way in, OK?

She'll file for some kind of harassment suit or something.

Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

I've been reading about suicide bombers.

They say most of 'em are educated,

hold down jobs, and have no criminal history.

They make it sound like almost anyone

could be a suicide bomber under the right circumstances.

Well, most of them are raised in a misogynist society