Consequence

They say things happen for a reason.

That everything is part of some grand plan.

The truth is there are actions, and there are consequences.

We live and die by them.

And somewhere in this mess I calf "the life"...

it just clicked.

The perfect plan.

Such a plan.

God knows I never meant to hurt anyone.

Made a match on the Moreling case?

Yeah.

I was able to rebuild his jaw here, and the bite mark...

South America again?

Getting out a week from Friday, lest you forget.

You're wasting your talents here.

Well, you let me do my thing...

and the dead patients don't sue. I find that gratifying.

I know a lot of places, they'd kill for a brilliant oral surgeon.

Places that wouldn't give a shit about your past.

Or the fact that some supermodel got lucky in court and ruined your career.

She's publishing a book now, about her ordeal.

Got a reporter stirring up all that crap again.

- You'd think, after four years... - Yeah, you got a raw deal.

Well, don't ever think I take for granted what you did for me.

You've been a real friend.

I mean that.

Uh, nothing. Just, um, sort of misplaced a-a body...

Maybe.

One of these days, I want a ride in your plane.

You better make it soon.

My wife's threatened to liquidate that, too.

Know what the most valuable thing in this world is?

Your good name. Your reputation.

You dirty your name, you can never wash it clean.

It's the only part of you that lives forever.

Uh, Dr. Tyler?

Hi. Uh, Maury Newman.

We talked on the phone.

I'm writing the book about Ashley Commerford.

Oh, yeah.

Look, it's going to print in five days, and...

you could still be the final chapter.

Well, she lied and ruined my life.

What else you want to know?

You know, I don't get it.

I mean, why wouldn't you wanna tell your side of the story?

What's the story you're looking for?

"Justice isn't blind to beauty."

I mean, if she hadn't been a top model,

none of this would've happened to you.

Come on, Doctor! Think about it.

This isn't exactly your old BMW, is it?

I don't need my old BMW.

What I need is to go to the store

without people whispering behind me.

Or sticking cameras where they don't belong.

Do you understand?

She's in every magazine, on every daytime show.

The infection was foreseeable.

You should tell your side of the story,

Dr. Tyler.

Can't take the high road.

You did nothing wrong, Max. We'll appeal.

What happened to her face is a tragedy,

but he explicitly warned Miss Commerford

not to travel to Thailand.

Evening, Kye.

Got another foreclosure notice today.

That reporter get hold of you?

Yeah, he ambushed me right outside the office.

Wants me on some rancid TV show.

Nothing fucking works in this house.

Play the part of some helpless victim.

- We can't eat pride, Max. - Well, then spend less.

That wasn't the deal. I married a doctor, not a mortician.

Well, I'm just getting a little more respect these days from the dead.

- What are you gonna do? - Sell the plane.

Then we'll have some cash.

Honey, at your pace...

we're not gonna have any cash.

As it is, you're living on bounced checks.

So what is this, another 80-proof night in the town, Kye, hm?

I still haven't given up on my life.

Everyone always said my brother was the good one.

A heart so big, you could pour an ocean into it.

Could have made a fortune, never broke a sweat.

All that made him happy

was putting a smile on some hungry kid's face.

I remember the day his boat exploded in Guatemala.

That's the day I stopped believing in God.

Mm-mm-mm. No.

Stop it. Go home, Romeo.

Sit down, Dr. Tyler.

- Have you chosen your PIN number? - Yes.

Dr. Tyler...

- What's the matter, hm? - God, not here.

Where, then?

Come on.

My trust account's in your name now.

I'm the executive on the account.

You're the only one who can use that PIN code.

Not even your lawyer can use that.

My wife, Kye, can't freeze anything now?

Oh, no.

You gotta write her out.

You don't give her anything. She doesn't get shit.

She's a lazy bitch.

I'm gonna come.

Oh, yeah.

You better relax.

Oops.

Wendy, I'd like to see you in my office, please.

If something comes up, you got $3,000 in the box downstairs.

Fuck, we're really gonna do this.

After four years of hard labor, honey, I sure hope so.

Hi, Wendy.

- What the hell was that? - Professional jealousy.

- Thank you for choosing New Union. - Well, thank you.

The service here is outstanding.

Uh, Roger, Delta One.

We have received your distress call.

Can we have your coordinates, please?

Delta One, do you copy?

Delta One, come in.

Delta One, do you copy?

My brother was about to live again.

Man... you wouldn't find this place on any map.

Mr. Salent?

You're ready.

It's not a real burn.

Your prints will grow back in a month or so.

The face...

Can I see the face?

I wondered, "Would anyone really miss Dr. Max Tyler?"

Well, at least Maury Newman

would have a perfect closing chapter to his story.

Yeah, it's Max. No doubt.

He's got a lot of life insurance. Any signs of foul play?

Well, that's it, then.

Insurance company will take it from here.

Sorry about your friend.

Cut the legal horseshit.

Here's the deal:

Of the three insurance notes,

three million is to be paid

into a charitable trust

to be managed by Eva Cruz.

You will receive the house and all other assets,

including a Meissen mantel clock, an original Pekkari print,

and a '92 Chevy Tahoe...

I spent the last four years in hell,

and if this tramp thinks she's gonna get a cent...

- Listen, you never even cared for him... - Uh, uh...

- It's my money, you whore! - Hey, hold... Hold on!

Oh, hey. Hey!

- I'll fucking kill you! - Ladies, stop it!

Checkmate.

What did you find unique about your brother?

Oh...

I think my brother had a compassion.

He had a compassion for people that I don't.

They used to say he had the heart...

I had the brains.

I envied that son of a bitch.

Brother, would you relax?

Shit.

What are you so scared of, Max?

I'll never let nothing bad happen to you, man.

My man from motherland! Yeah. Give me five.

Slap it on.

Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Relax, relax.

It's just Captain Cordillo. Give me those cigarettes.

Just bribe him with a few cigarettes...

he lets me help the people.

Only the good die young?

Guatemala, back in '92.

He was a human rights activist.

"Hand in hand, all headlong hurl ourselves.

And on the ragged stones, beat forth our brains."

"To make a mutual closure of our house."

- Mister, have a cigar? - All right.

- Two cigars? - You take every goddamn last dollar I have, okay?

Thank you.

- Ball for sale, sir. - No, thank you.

Hi, you've reached Eva Cruz, please leave...

Mr. Tyler.

When did you lose your passport?

That's why I'm here, honey. I haven't the faintest recollection.

Mr. Tyler, are you aware

that you've been missing for eight years?

The world had pretty much written you off as...

well, deceased.

If that's the consensus,

I'm just gonna say the world's wrong.

Where have you been, Mr. Tyler?

As I said, I was in the south. I was with the Indians.

And had you been held against your will or anything like that?

No, I was in Guatemala.

I was traveling up the Machaquila River.