Nip/Tuck - Second Season

Previously on Nip / Tuck:

Ms. Gaines was brutalized by a serial rapist.

The Carver.

That's what they're calling him.

We ran into Julia last night on a date with some guy.

It bothered me more than I thought it would.

You are the child's biological mother.

I fear for his life if he remains with you.

I'm granting the Sutherlands' request for custody.

Christian, do something.

Looks like a basal cell carcinoma. Nothing to worry about.

I can take it off with a local right here in the office, Mrs. Camden.

That's Ms. Camden.

My divorce was final three weeks ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm also sorry to say that you'll have to stop the nude sunbathing.

Nope.

Tan lines are for strippers and German tourists.

Then you'll have to find someone to cover that...

three-spinning-classes-a-week rear end of yours in SPF 50.

And how do you suppose I'll ever find someone to perform that thankless task?

So how's next Tuesday for you, Ms. Camden?

I think I can fit you in.

Hey, asshole.

You're like herpes. Every time I feel like I'm getting my life back...

I have a Gina outbreak. What do you want from me?

I need to talk. You need to listen.

Jesus, what is this? Step 9?

No need to apologize about how you acted, Gina. I don't give a shit.

- I'm positive. - Positive about what?

I had a fungus in my mouth.

The doctor at the clinic said it was Candid-something.

- Candida albicans. - Yeah.

I guess that could be an early symptom for HIV...

so they tested me.

- When did you find out? - A week.

Two weeks, maybe.

I'm all right, though. They gave me some antibiotics...

for the fungus and put me on the cocktail.

Do they know when you contracted it?

They're not sure.

Six months or a year.

That's why I'm here, to tell you to get tested.

How could you be so irresponsible?

You didn't stop to sheath your sword, Sir Screws-A-Lot!

- I should have double-bagged it with you. - You didn't, asshole, did you?

Because you thought you were invincible and you didn't give a shit about me...

or any of the sluts you dumped your load into over the past two decades!

Get out.

Get out of my life.

No, wait. Please, I need your help to get a hold of James and Wilber!

The doctor said I could have passed it on to him in utero.

I don't care about me, but I need to know if my baby's sick.

I could deal with the pills and with the pain...

but I cannot stand not knowing if he's all right.

I am not helping you find shit.

You're a poison, Gina.

Everything you touch gets infected with your own special brand of misery.

The way I figure it, asshole, we're a match made in hell.

You know the only difference between you and me?

I take responsibility for my mistakes.

"Beauty is a curse on the world. "

That's what he said when he did this to me.

And he's right. The way I look has been my curse my whole life.

You can't take responsibility for what happened to you, Mr. Rourke.

You were brutalized by a very deranged individual.

My looks were his bait.

I never wanted to be a model.

I was discovered at the beach, celebrating an A in Legal Ethics.

A photographer came up to me, took a few pictures, and a month later...

I'm skipping the bar exam to be on the cover of the J. Crew catalog.

Sounds like a dream come true.

May I?

I understand that you must be feeling hopeless right now...

but have you seen Naomi Gaines?

She was one of The Carver's first, right?

Yes. We did her corrective surgery. She just booked the cover of SELF.

There's no reason why your surgery won't be as successful as hers.

We'll use musculature from your inner thighs to repair...

- the nerve damage and cover the scarring. - Not all of it.

Leave some of the cut on the right side.

The muscle loss from your legs won't be noticeable...

- if that's what you're worried about. - Look...

I have a responsibility to myself to be more than...

some two-dimensional image in some men's fitness magazine, okay?

Did you sustain any other injuries besides the cuts to your face?

This is all covered under the doctor-patient confidentiality, right?

Yes.

I've got a maxi pad shoved down the back of my pants.

He raped me.

I've been shitting razor blades for a week.

I can bench 275 pounds. I'm a goddamn black belt in Kenpo...

but I couldn't keep the son of a bitch...

He overpowered you?

He drugged me. He shot me up with something.

I couldn't move, I couldn't talk.

We can repair the damage to your rectum at the same time we work on your face.

Until then, I'll prescribe some stool softeners.

I'm sorry I have to ask...

but have you had yourself tested for HIV?

No need to.

Asshole had enough self-control to use a condom.

Police said it was to avoid leaving any DNA evidence...

but I think the guy just assumed all male models were gay.

He was just protecting his ass.

Can't be too careful nowadays, right?

What's this?

Just running some blood work. I've been feeling a little weak lately.

I thought I might have a vitamin deficiency.

More like a self-control deficiency. You're not 20 anymore, pal.

Those all-nighters are catching up to you.

- Here, let me. - No.

I was always better at finding the vein than you were.

What's going on with you?

Gina's HIV positive.

Well, you...

slept with Gina...

what, three times? I assume you never engaged in any...

high-risk behavior with her: multiple partners...

anal sex.

Wouldn't go back there with a monkey stick.

Good. Then I'm sure you're fine.

The statistical probability of you contracting the virus...

from low-risk heterosexual activity is actually very small.

Is that why you put gloves on to take my blood?

Look, even if you do have the virus this isn't the '80s anymore.

The cocktail's been wildly successful in suppressing symptoms.

- People are living for years. - Some are, some aren't.

The media has just decided that the stories of the living...

are more interesting than the stories of the dying.

Nobody talks about the side effects of the cocktail.

The chronic diarrhea, kidney stones, fat redistribution.

I'm just saying you can still have a normal life.

Normal life?

Do you realize what this means?

Besides having to donate my dick to charity...

we're gonna have to reveal my status to our patients, Sean.

Would you want an HIV-positive surgeon operating on you?

Stop being my doctor.

Start being my friend.

Well, as your friend...

and your doctor...

I suggest you go through your BlackBerry, you get a hold of...

every woman you exchanged bodily fluids with since your exposure.

I'll start calling after I get my results back.

How long will that take? Two, three days?

How many of the women are gonna sleep with other men during that time?

Lives are at stake here, Christian.

Including my mother-in-law's.

I'm here for you. I'll help you through all of this...

good results or bad, but you got to own up to your part.

You may not have been responsible with the women, but you're responsible now...

for what you might have unknowingly done to them.

Hi, Erica? It's Christian.

Good to talk to you, too.

Look, Erica, I'm going to cut to the chase here.

I've been with someone who tested HIV positive, which means I might be.

Which means you might be.

I didn't say I had it. I said she had it.

I tested myself today. I'm just saying that maybe you should do the same.

Look, sweetheart, don't put this exclusively on me.

You're the one who put my hand up your skirt.

Why would I consider condoms?

You haven't considered a pregnancy scare since Gabe Kaplan was a celebrity.

Yeah, well, you're full of shit, Erica. I did not violate you!

I don't remember you asking about my sexual history...

when you were bent over my desk with your ass hanging out, Ms. Camden!

You don't think I'm in pain over this?

Stop crying.

Stop crying.

Stop crying.

But how do we stop attacks that are so random?

How do we fight an enemy so vicious?

One man with an answer to these questions is Dr. Sean McNamara...

a plastic surgeon from Miami...

who dedicated his time and skills to fix what The Carver destroys.

He looks good.

Makeup, a little Vaseline on the lens, hell, my dog looks like Demi.

Shut up.

It's not for money. You're losing thousands in OR time...

to help these victims gratis.

Well, that's just it, isn't it? It's for the victims.

Sometimes we, as a society, have to stop just watching the news...

and understand that we play a part in all this.

That we have a responsibility to our communities to stand up and fight.

I use a scalpel to do my talking, but we all have tools.

The police report that The Carver...

delivers a message to his victims before he cuts them.

"Beauty is a curse on the world. "

You're a plastic surgeon. How can you not take that personally?

I do.

Look, we all get caught up in the myth of beauty.

The difference between what The Carver does and what I do...

is that he's trying to make people look as ugly as he feels on the inside.

I'm trying to make people as beautiful as they feel on the inside.

This is Andrea Hall reporting from Miami Beach. Back to you.

Nurse Kimberly...

I've never seen anyone take someone's temperature using that.

Cut.

Okay. It was good.