Julia

Julia.

Sorry I'm a bit early. The train...

Are you kidding me? Earlier the better. Come in, please.

I'm ready for you, okay?

Can I take your coat?

So this is the pad. It's...

what happens when your dad is the leading celebrity sports surgeon.

Is there anything I can get you?

Champagne?

Perfect.

Feel free to look around, alright?

I'm sorry it took me so long to call.

You know, after... ambulatory, I went straight into the OR

for the last couple months and...

Holy Christ.

I mean, talk about a nightmare.

I don't ever remember being on my feet that long...

and...

the blood, I mean...

that's somethin' I could do without.

How do you stand it?

- What? - The blood.

How do you stand all that blood? I mean...

I think I fainted every day the entire first week.

Guess it doesn't bother me that much.

At least I know I'll never be my dad.

I'm sorry, I'm bumblin' all over here. It's just...

you know, the moment I saw you standing there...

in your scrubs, lookin' all...

sweet, and...

I couldn't stop thinkin' about you.

So here's to the holy grail of champagne.

Shipwrecked 1907 Heidseick...

- and to you. - (GLASS CLINKING)

One more before we go?

Oh, boy.

Let's go.

- Come on, let's get the fuck outta here. - Alright, alright, I got it, I got it.

Come on, the fuckin' tide will take her, let's go.

The fuckin' tide'll take her, come on.

Let's go.

- (DOOR CREAKING) - (ROCK MUSIC)

A vodka.

A glass. Fill it.

Haven't seen you here before. Are you new to the area or...

- Thank you. - (LIQUOR POURING)

- (DOOR CREAKING) - (FOOTSTEPS)

My child...

did I not warn you?

Should you, at any time, take matters into your own hands,

- there will be severe consequences? - (SCREAMING)

Julia?

Yes?

I suppose you enjoyed your impromptu little week off.

Yes, thanks.

You don't think some sort of explanation's in order?

There was a family crisis, I couldn't...

Oh. Sorry, I didn't know, I had no idea. Is everything alright?

Excuse me, Dr. Lin? Yael Frankel?

Yes, of course, Yael, come in. Please, have a seat.

So...

I wanna look like her.

Well, what's wrong with the way you look?

If I have to wake up one more day like this, I'm going to kill myself.

Like clockwork.

Lady Snowblood.

You don't know who Lady Snowblood is.

Born... for revenge.

- It's on the house. - (DOOR CREAKING)

I'm not kidding.

- You're not kidding about what? - It's like she's on a fuckin' miracle drug.

You'd think she had grown a dick.

Whoa. Wait a second, what does that even mean?

- You gotta have a dick in order to feel good? - All I'm saying is...

the way she's strutting around,

you'd think she strapped one on. She's breakin' guy's balls all over.

Yeah, cause only a big fuckin' dick can break a set of balls.

Who said anything about big fuckin' dicks?

You gotta quit stuffin' socks down your pants, bitch.

No, no, no, fuck that. - (LAUGHS)

Homegirl was raped,

and now she's pullin' herself together and you gotta associate that with a fuckin' dick?

- Fuck you. - So, she is taking something?

Or is this therapy thing for real?

Load of ass, if you ask wanna ask me.

Well, from what I understand...

the therapy's quite unique.

Vastov? He only takes the most extreme cases.

Sexual assault, rape...

and the therapy itself...

involves physically taking our power back

from the ones who stole it.

Seduction, blood, vengeance.

Oh, sorry.

Please.

Treat yourself.

I, uh...

couldn't help overhearing you in the bar.

The therapy.

Is it real?

I was raped.

- (JULIA GASPS) - (OMINOUS MUSIC)

You're looking for me.

Who are you?

I'm Sadie.

May I?

Yeah.

He'll like you.

But tell me, did you go to the police?

Did you report what happened to you?

It's real.

He can help you.

That's why I need a dermatologist to have them removed from my back.

And where is it? - Right by my shoulder.

Sorry, my shoulder blade.

There were four of them.

The one, he...

Dr. Malone, Piers...

is on rotation in plastic surgery.

He seemed so nice.

That's the first time anyone's been so nice to me.

- (LOUD ROCK MUSIC) You like that huh?

Look at her fuckin' eyes, she's beautiful.

Hey, in case ya hadn't figured it out...

succinylcholine.

She can feel all of it...

- but you can't move a muscle. - (MAN LAUGHING)

Let me see that.

No.

- Adam. - (LOUD ROCK MUSIC)

Adam!

Where'd you find her?

- Where'd you find her? - What difference does it make?

- She's a fuckin' nurse. - She's a goddamn whore!

Fuck this.

Fuck that tight ass fuckin' bitch,

She ain't no fuckin' nurse, she's a fuckin' whore. She's a fuckin' whore.

Get in there.

It's your turn.

I said alright.

That's it. That's it.

Fuck her like you fucking mean it. Fuck her like you fucking mean it.

Julia.

I understand you never went to the police.

And... did you document any of this?

The marks.

Go to the hospital?

May I ask why?

I want those men to suffer.

If personal revenge is what you're after...

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Making it personal will keep you in a victim mindset...

and will prevent you from healing.

Julia. Julia.

Please understand we will still tackle the problem in the physical world.

We will cut it at its root,

but in a manner that helps you transcend the ego

and brings you true and lasting freedom,

where I can assure you,

no one will ever hold power over you again.

There are, however, some conditions you should be aware of,

in case you choose to proceed.