Nip/Tuck - Third Season

Previously on Nip/Tuck...

I wanted to formally accept.

I'm sorry. Accept what?

Partnership in McNamara/Troy.

Hire Quentin.

Let's go away and start a new life together.

Let's go to Paris.

Ava's a man.

I needed to be sure you'd never leave me again.

No. No.

Dr. Forsythe, tell us what you don't like about yourself.

Why?

So we can better understand how to help you.

Kiki is the one who needs help, not me. I'm merely her advocate.

I'm sorry. There's really no point in having a consultation without the patient present.

She's a gorilla.

I'm sure you're exaggerating.

We've seen all sorts of serious...

A mountain gorilla.

I am Dr. Meredith Forsythe from the Gorilla Protection Agency.

- This is a joke, right? - I thought you knew.

I sent information about my work and your nurse made an appointment for me.

For you, yes. Not for some monkey.

Ape. There's a difference.

We share 98.4% of our D.N.A. with these creatures.

I'm afraid there's been a terrible misunderstanding, Dr. Forsythe.

We don't do animals.

Kiki is not looking to be done.

She wants to have a baby.

She told you that?

Kiki can sign over 1,000 words and understands spoken english.

She's already chosen a mate, Koomba, through video dating,

but she can't meet him until the scar on her face is fixed.

Are you saying that Kiki has a self-image problem?

Apes are the only other creatures besides humans who can recognize themselves in the mirror.

She knows she's different, imperfect in some way.

She could use some lip gloss.

I'm sorry, Dr. Forsythe, but I have a hard time believing

that self-loathing has extended to the animal kingdom.

It's more a question of natural selection,

which, first and foremost, involves the selection of a mate.

Any sort of deformity in an animal becomes undesirable,

a misfit, relegated to the outer edges of the herd.

And so, she decided on plastic surgery?

I am gravely concerned that when Koomba sees her scar, he will attack her,

or more realistically, kill her.

I'm appealing to you as scientists.

At least look at some of my research before you decide.

I began working with her when she was a baby.

She'd been rescued after her mother was butchered by poachers.

They cut off her mother's hands and head.

It's illegal, but they still sold on the black market. It's a popular aphrodisiac.

Kiki escaped with just a gash from the left side of her sagittal crest to her lips.

What began as a 4-year study of primates and language

turned into a lifelong study of interspecies communication.

It is imperative that Kiki procreate in order to determine

if she can pass on her language skills to her offspring.

Otherwise, all the work we've done will disappear with her when she dies.

Look, maybe Koomba can see past Kiki's scar to her inner beauty.

Maybe he's not a shallow bastard like the rest of us.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Beauty attracts to preserve the species.

In evolutionary terms, Dr. Troy, all males are bastards.

Oh, I missed having you inside me.

I thought I could forget about you.

You'd be better off without me.

You're all I think about.

No one else matters.

The ticket's still good.

Take it. It's back at the house.

Ohh! Cum with me, Matt. Ohh!

Ohh! Please, cum with me. Ohh!

A man washing a dish in this office?

I must be dreaming.

Elizabeth Cruz, Quentin Costa.

They speak very highly of you at shands medical.

They do?

Oh, yeah.

A distinguished residency, then you did a fellowship in pain management--

Did you go gold rate or what?

An attractive woman like you must go gold all the time.

Save it for someone whose panties you may have a chance in hell of getting into.

Liz is gay.

Welcome to McNamara/Troy.

I'm honored.

You know, I've been reading up on your cases and it's cutting edge stuff.

- You guys are fearless. - Ha!

Apparently, Liz thinks I'm a pussy because I refuse to do a scar revision on an ape.

A gorilla who can sign over 1,000 words.

Christian, that tattoo removal consult's in my office.

Hey, Quentin. How's your first morning going?

Feels like home. Thank you.

You know, Sean, speaking of tattoos,

I can get us a new med-life at cost, 79,000.

It's state of the art.

- The q-switch laser? - Yeah.

Been wanting to see how it works.

Look, but don't touch. We can't afford it.

Maybe the publicity from working on a world-famous gorilla...

Drop it, Liz.

Of course. Whatever you say.

Shit.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Wait, don't wash that.

When I was working in the Southern Sudan, the dinkas,

I reattached the chief's index finger, so they made me an honorary member of their tribe.

They made you a dinka just for sewing on a dinky dinka's finger?

See, they have this blood ritual. They believe that if you share the same scar,

you're united as warriors.

What do you say, Sean? Are we a tribe?

I have this thing about my fingers. I need them to operate.

I know. Me, too.

I'm joking.

Oh, come on. Look, I'm gonna go do that tattoo consult with you.

You relax. I'm here to lighten your load, right?

Let's go.

Mr. Ramirez, tell us what you don't like about yourself.

My skin.

I want to get rid of my signs.

See, there's this guy who teaches industrial arts at the youth authority,

and he said he'd let me work at his electronics store if I get myself cleaned up

and holy spirit church said they'd pay.

The boys at ms-13 are gonna let you quit

just like that?

You know, they see I've done some time.

You know, some good time for them I've been loyal.

They'll let you go sometimes.

But I'm through. I through even if that means I gotta get boxed out.

I'm sorry. Boxed out?

Well, see, they put you in this refrigerator box, they'll shut the door,

and they'll fire a dozen rounds into it.

Now if you live, you out. You die...

Mr. Ramirez, just because you and I are both of latin descent

doesn't mean we speak the same language.

Quentin, I--

Castro opens his prisons and he floods our shores with marielitos,

and they do what they've always done. They steal, they sell drugs, and they breed.

Hey. Hey, look at me, man.

You don't disrespect me like I'm not even here, huh?

Oh, you want me to respect you?

Why don't you tell Dr. McNamara here what those tears represent.

One tear--

one tear for every kill.

Look, I was 10. I was 10, eating garbage.

You know, shitting my guts out, moaning like some dog in an alley.

That's how they found me.

They gave me some tequila and some weed, we start laughing. We start kicking back.

You know, for the first time in my life, I had some family.

I had some place I could go.

They asked me if I wanted to jump in.

And then, they rushed me, they beat me up,

then they shook my hand. That was it. I was in.

From that day on, I never cried, not once. Not until the day--

not until the day that Prima's mom spoke in court.

See, he was a banger just like me.

You know, I expected his mom to come in there screaming and stuff, but she didn't.

She said that she forgave me.

Like she forgave Prima because she couldn't do no better for him.

She said that I had goodness in me.

That god is the only one that had the whole story on me, and it wasn't written in no police file.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Sean, but you've got a call on line one.

I'm in a consult.

It's Julia. She's calling from the police station.

What the hell is going on?

Adrian's dead.

Ava's son, Adrian.

Matt was over at the house. He found him.

He'd been stabbed.

- She do it? - Sean--

They were having an incestuous relationship, Julia.

- Maybe he tried to stop it. - That was a lie. They never slept together.

What were you doing there in the first place? We had an agreement.

You promised us it was over.

Ava wouldn't hurt him or anyone. She's not capable of it.

Sorry to keep you folks waiting.

I'm detective Bowser.

- Look, if my son isn't a suspect-- - My office, doctor, my questions.

The only fingerprints on the knife were the victim's.

Right now, it looks like a suicide.

Surprised?

No.

He was pretty screwed up.

About what?

He, um... had a history of mental problems, according to his mother.

Would you happen to know where she is at present?

We would like to notify her, ask her some questions.

She's in Paris.

At least she was.

Could you be a little more specific?

Well, we haven't been in touch.

Why were you in her house when you knew she was out of the country?

All right, that's it. My son is not a suspect here. He's under no obligation--

There was an extra ticket.

I went there to try and find it, so that I could go and be with her.

I love her,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

You're just about her son's age.

Isn't that right?

Let's go, Matt. We're leaving.

When was the last time you saw her, Dr. McNamara?