05x09 - Rachel Ben Natan

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Previously on Nip / Tuck...

Hi, Julia.

I made some fruitcake
as sort of a peace offering.

What's the matter?
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.

You guys are
screwing each other.

We love each other, Sean.

I see some kind
of calcification.

Well, Rachel's not
a complainer, Dad.

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

Okay, let's see.

How does this...

We call that
"exquisite tenderness."

The pain's so bad it's been
causing me nightmares.

I've been waking up
all edgy and hopeless.

The fact that the pain is sh**ting
indicates to me that it's a neuroma.

Which means that the
calcification has severed the nerve,

and the two 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 two nerve endings.

You need to remove
a nerve from my leg?

Dad's one of the top
cranial/maxillofacial guys in the country.

Interesting.

So you do want surgery,

you just prefer Daddy Number
One over Daddy Number Two?

That'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 doing, Matty?

Oh, getting better every day,
with Rachel's encouragement.

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

Okay.

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.

Well, it must be one of yours,
dislodged from the blast or something.

No.

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

No wonder I'm having nightmares.

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

Make me beautiful

Make me

A perfect soul

A perfect mind

A perfect face

A perfect lie

15-blade.

Her BP is 180 over
60 and dropping.

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

BP, 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 am
the director. I say cut.

If you have a problem, you wait until after
the take, and then we can discuss it...

Yeah, 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 freaking reality?
- I don't understand.

How'd they let this
beast on the lot?

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

- Dawn, Dawn...
- 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...

- Yeah.
- In her native village.

Did 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...

Gather round, everybody.

I have some good news.

I have some bad
news here, Freddy.

Glad you showed up, okay?

Because your twin over here is
trying to mess up all of my magic sauce.

Time out! I really just... 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, Freddy?

Um.

Butterbean, it's not easy to grasp.
When you get embraced by the gays,

you officially become a card-carrying
member of the zeitgeist club.

Hmm. No man of mine is
riding in a fruit float, Freddy.

Hey, don't you call h*m*
fruits. Don't you dare, woman.

I am loved by the
h*m* community.

And I for one... Freddy might...
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 sh*t, okay?

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

Bigots always say that.

- Bigots... 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.

- She does. She does.
- Good for you!

How about Father
Fabrizzi from St. Simon's?

Oh, Father! How is he doing?

He gave me my first Holy
Communion and it was a fantastic event,

just for your information.

But you have to remember,
darling, we have our fan base.

What about the God-fearing
part of our fan base, Freddy? Huh?

Start thinking like a
producer, sweetheart.

This parade could
really hurt your program.

I am going back to my office,
where there are no buzz K*llers.

- Freddy. Freddy?
- What? What?

Maybe all your girl
needs is an invitation

to sit up there next
to you on the float.

- Is that it, petal?
- Well.

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 Aidy. Okay?

Mmm.

Back to work, everybody.

Yeah, what the hell
are you looking at, huh?

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

Oh, my God!

- What? What?
- Oh, Jesus!

Jesus! What... What, did
I knock you or something?

No, it's my third one
in two 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...

Nosebleeds are a sign of
elevated blood pressure.

Do you have a cuff or something?

Come on, we've 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.

It's more than just...
You're such a bully.

No, I am the only person
who tells you the truth.

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

And, you know, quite
frankly, I'm getting pissed off!

Yeah, well you have
certainly pissed me off.

Jesus.

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

Oh!

They're great, right?

They're not bad.

- Who did them?
- Dr. Sax.

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.

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 trying 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, okay?

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

Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

I've been reading
about su1c1de bombers.

They say most of
them are educated,

hold down jobs, and
have no criminal history.

They make it sound like almost
anyone could be a su1c1de bomber,

under the right circumstances.

Well, most of them are
raised in a misogynist society

and live in cells
with other men.

Imagine the thwarted
testosterone, totally devoid

of love and affection
and tenderness.

All that repression
and bitterness.

Kind of like life at the
Malibu Compound, huh?

That is my tooth.

You know, we're all smiling the
second before we blow ourselves up.

We need to clean this area.

God knows what filth the
bomber had in his mouth.

I looked around at all the
students eating their lunch.

So arrogant, so sure that
this cafeteria belonged to them.

This cafeteria, built on
land that belonged to me,

was a source of
happiness to them.

I looked at her, smiling at me,

no cares at all, except
for her own selfish desire.

Just before I push the detonator,
I ask Allah to purify my spirit

and bless my mission,
so that I can take out

as many students
as possible with me.

And then, all in an instant, an
exquisite and majestic instant,

all earthly pain exploded
into a million pieces.

The door to heaven
opened, and I was free.

And I was free.

Come out to the beach, I'll take a
look. The spots inflamed? Any pus?

Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you let Olivia

apply the g*dd*mn
Calamine lotion?

Morning. Would you
like your messages?

Yes. In my office.

Who else called?

Your hair stylist. She said it's time
for a trim, but it looks good to me.

- And?
- Your health club called.

God, you're in great shape.

Dr. Troy's office,
can you hold, please?

Julie called. She's
not feeling good.

Oh, Doctor. Oh, Doctor.

- It's Julia.
- Yeah.

Not Julie.

How can you even call
yourself a receptionist

when you can't even
say people's names right?

- You're stupid.
- What?

Be out of here by
lunch. You're fired.

Mr. Seidel? Dr. McNamara.

Pleasure to meet you.

Why don't you come
back to my office...

- I need to talk to you.
- Rachel, I have an appointment. Just...

He's still inside me,
he can't stay inside me.

I'm gonna ask Nurse
Linda to give you a sedative.

You can wait comfortably in
Recovery. I'll get to you within the hour.

No! Think if a pill could do the trick,
I'd be here? I haven't slept in four days.

She survived the blast,
but I can still ruin her life.

- That's okay, Doctor. I can wait.
- Thank you.

I don't know who I am.
I never raise my voice.

I'm the one who makes
jokes to get my way.

Something's going
on I can't control.

Did you ever feel like your anger
was a physical presence inside you?

Like you're possessed?

Okay, okay. Take
a breath. Sit down.

Tell me what's going on.

After the expl*si*n, there was
a lot of detritus left inside me,

you know, fragments.

The doctors said we
didn't need to remove them,

that the metal shavings would
work their way out naturally over time.

So many great things
happened to me.

I came here. I found my work.

I made a certain
peace with my new face.

I actually had hope.

Rachel, you're a survivor.
You have a powerful spirit.

Nothing can change that.

And the clichés
just keep on coming.

There are some wounds
that do not heal, you know.

You're not listening to me!

After I found out about his
tooth inside me, I did a body scan.

I was suddenly showed the
fragments inside me were not just metal.

I was right. I'm riddled with
him, his human shrapnel.

Saaed Hotary's bones
and tissue are inside me.

His anger and his
hatred are destroying me.

Please, take him out of me.

- What are you doing here?
- You're being ridiculous.

Why keep her under
for twice as long,

when I can assist and
cut the surgery in half?

This should be treated
as medical waste.

Technically, those are the
remains of a dead person.

I think we should
notify somebody.

My mother would like those.

Maybe she will put them
in an urn in the living room,

and they'll inspire my
little brother to follow me.

Sure. Send the boy's bones
home to his nice family.

They may be t*rrorists,
but, hey, they're only human.

Didn't I fire you earlier?

She's still here, because apparently
you made an inappropriate sexual overture.

Rather than deal with a
lawsuit, I asked her back.

Could you excuse us
for a moment, please?

You need to deal with
your resentment and anger.

What can I do to
move this along?

Maybe try to avoid my
sightlines, definitely my surgeries.

Do we need some
kind of mediator?

No. You're right. I'll work something
out with Betina, some kind of payout.

- And I'll find a suitable replacement.
- Good.

Oh, sorry to interrupt,

but Dawn Budge and her
fiancé are in your office.

- They're in my office.
- She's my friend.

I'm out for blood.

That lame l*zzie is gonna regret getting
out of bed and getting on her Harley.

Let me tell you.

I feel like this
is all my fault.

This happened at
the gay pride parade?

Can you believe it?

Something so terrible,
on such a beautiful day.

Everybody was bursting with
joy, creativity, freedom to...

To be themselves.

I guess I just got
caught up with the fans.

You certainly did get caught up.

The Hearts 'N Scalpels
float was next to last.

I was behind the protesters.

You were protesting?
Dawn, why would you do that?

I said I was behind the
protestors, Dr. Troy, not a protestor.

Go to hell.

I also wanted to be close
by, just in case, you know,

he got dosed and
taken advantage of.

- Dosed?
- Yeah. Roofies, or some sh*t.

Dawny, I was never in any danger
of being drugged by the gays.

I just wanted to make sure that a
violation did not occur on my watch.

Freddy!

I was so concerned
about Freddy's reputation,

what with the television
camera crews, and all,

that I failed to notice the approaching
deadly posse of ladies on their hogs,

vrooming by me.

Freddy! Put your
shirt... Freddy!

- Hey, wait.
- Freddy, you keep your shirt on!

Get away from me.

She purposefully ran me over.

Back up, people. Back up.

- Back up. Get back.
- Give her some air.

I'm going to take her house.
I'm going to take her power tools.

I'm going to take
her K.D. Lang CDs.

But you ran right in front of her, Dawn.
I can't imagine she did it on purpose.

And, sweetheart, she felt terrible.
She was so upset, she was crying.

Who is the injured party here?

I think Dawn's outrage is
perfectly understandable.

She's got a face full of gravel, she's
lucky she's not hemorrhaging internally.

Why is the onus
on her to forgive?

Bravo, Doctor. It's a start.

Okay, Camille.

If this doesn't make you feel
better, then I'm not a doctor.

Sushi, my favorite.

Oh, just a sip for me.

- Just a sip.
- Thank you.

Complain away if you
need to, I'm all ears.

And I promise, nothing
you say is boring.

How are you feeling, Julia?

Oh, I'm fine. Better.

Christian brought home sushi.

Come on, sit down,
buddy. Have some sake.

Actually, I... I want
to talk to you guys.

Good. We should talk.

You two need your space.

I've decided to move out.

There was this sensationally
talented young man.

He was all dressed up like Cher,

and he was singing If
You Could Turn Back Time.

I swear to God, I thought
it was her. It was uncanny.

I wish you'd have been... Mom,
I've got to call you back. I love you.

- How's my Dawny?
- Oh, she's as good as new.

She's a little groggy. You
want to come see her?

Of course I do.

You look good.

Freddy, I saw you at
the parade. I was there.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

You were happy
like a pig in sh*t.

You were feeling the pride, huh?

Oh, and I do. I'm so
proud of our show.

And the gays, they've just been
wonderful the way they've embraced us.

Uh-huh.

Freddy, look into my eyes
and tell me that you are not gay.

Oh, you're looking away.

Excuse me, but...

Aren't you sick
of holding it all in?

Don't you want to blow it sky
high, and be who you really are?

If you could have seen
yourself on that float...

You were beautiful.
You were beautiful.

Do you have any takeout
menus at this clinic?

Dawny and I have been
through such a traumatic event,

and we need a
snack. A yummy snack.

The remains of Saaed Hotary.

Saaed Hotary,

a su1c1de bomber.

My mother's still mourning the fact that I
don't look like Natalie Portman anymore.

And now your
mother's really proud.

I thought it would be easier
once he was out of me.

That's why you're returning
the remains to his family, isn't it?

Look, hopefully this could
be the last chapter, Rachel.

- Forgiveness.
- I hope so.

Forgetting is easy.

Forgiveness is
really, really hard.

You don't have to
do this, you know.

- It's not required...
- No, I made a commitment to myself.

I'm in awe of your
efforts, Rachel. I really am.

These are his parents.

Fihad and Reem Hotary. 314
Jerusalem Road, Ramallah, Palestine.

"A hate crime is when a
perpetrator targets a victim,

"because of his
or her membership

"in a certain social group,

"which is defined by
race, religion..." Thank you.

"ethnicity, gender identity,
or political affiliation."

Honey, I was targeted by a
heterophobic. Right, Freddy?

I mean, think about
it, it's right there.

Oh!

Speak of the devil.

Look who has the
nerve to show up here.

Freddy, it is her.

It is her, the woman
who ran over my face

and made it look like
lunchmeat. Freddy!

Well, shame on you, sister.

Dawn and Freddy,
you are being ridiculous.

This woman is not
Hannibal Lecter.

Her name is Jan Tooney,

and she showed up asking
if she could speak to you.

You need to listen to
what she has to say.

You are taking advantage of
my kind and generous nature, Liz.

Fine. You got three minutes,
honey. And it better be good.

I appreciate your time.

To begin with, I'm very sorry.

See, what happened was, is...

My bike's a crotch
rocket, you know, real fast.

And I told them I was
having clutch problems,

and that I probably
shouldn't be up front,

in case something like
this happened, which it did.

A bad clutch? A lame
lie if I ever heard one.

Well, my mistake was letting my
pride and my bike cloud my judgment.

I should have said
no. See, the thing is...

I've got a kid. Her
name's Felicity.

What, is she one of
those turkey baster babies?

Dawn! FREDDY: Dawny.

- What?
- That's not nice.

No, believe it or
not, I was married.

I was a soccer mom in
my previous life, and I...

Anyway, she got accepted
early admissions to Yale.

She's a good kid. She's a good girl,
and she worked real hard to get in and...

So if you sue me, she's
the one who gets screwed.

Well, maybe you should
have thought about that

before you accelerated
over my face.

Sweetheart, I think
we all know by now,

that Ms. Tooney did not
accelerate on purpose.

Whose side are you on, Freddy?

I just... This is so unlike you.
I've never seen you like this.

You're simply not yourself.

Is it possible that you are
angry at somebody else,

and are acting it
out on this poor lady?

Someone like me, for instance?

Why would I be angry at you,
Freddy Christopher Prune?

Okay, you know what, Jan?
Let's give them a minute, okay?

Dawn, I think you're struggling with
the subconscious fear that I'm gay

that you're sublimating into a vendetta
against Jan Tooney. There I said it.

Subconscious?

Honey, I've been dreading this day
since the moment I fell in love with you.

And I knew, if you
went to that gay parade,

that would be the end of us.

I never imagined it would be
such a glorious and profound event.

All the dancing and the
music and the feathers

and all these beautiful
souls waving at me

and sending me so much love.

And they all just
seemed so brave

and so unafraid to
be who they were.

I felt this profound
sense of freedom.

And all of a sudden, my
People's Choice Award,

it just wasn't the most important
thing in my life anymore.

And that's when the
light bulb went on.

- The gay light bulb.
- Oh, honey.

How did you know before I did?

It's the story of
my life, sweetie.

You're not the first one.

I have been falling in love with gay
boys since high school, you know?

They were the only ones
who seemed to get me.

They would laugh at all of my jokes,
spend time giving me makeovers.

Oh, for hours we would
listen to my Streisand records.

I knew you were
too good to be true.

Really. But I
was just so lonely.

Dawny, I will always love you.

I don't deserve
your love, Freddy.

- Oh, yes you do.
- I really don't.

I talk a good game about
unconditional love but, you know,

I spend my nights at a
church, lighting a candle,

praying to God that you
don't come out of the closet.

What kind of love is that?

And I'm not a h*m*
person, Freddy, I'm not.

I'm just jealous, you know?

All you guys, you seem
to know where you belong,

where you fit, what
club you're a member of.

But me?

I'm not so sure.

Sweetie, I wish I could
take your pain away.

That's just what Tony Famigliano
said when he left me for the tight end.

Hey, assh*le.

To what shitty twist of fate do I
owe this extreme displeasure?

Sean called. He offered
me the job of receptionist.

Gina fits the job description
perfectly, if you recall your mandate.

Oh, you mean someone so hideous
that I'd never, even in the pain of death,

be tempted to screw
them. That mandate?

Who wants to screw you, assh*le?

I just got my California real
estate license, and I thought,

what better place to meet
clients than in your lobby?

Oh, well, why don't you start off by
meeting people down at the carwash?

My Lamborghini needs detailing.

Sure. Your wish is
my command, boss.

You know what they say
about holding a grudge?

It's like taking poison,
expecting the other person to die.

I thought Gina was
a stroke of genius.

Not only is she not screwable,
but you've got built-in childcare.

You and my ex-wife can
have more alone time.

Oh, why don't you stop being such
a bitchy little cheerleader, all right?

Let's get it all out right now, huh?
Just say it to my face. Come on.

Nothing I want to say.

You're such a passive-aggressive
little sh*t, aren't you?

You can't even say it, can you?
You can't even say it, can you?

- You can't say it. Come on, say it.
- I'm done here.

- Say it. You're not done here.
- Do not touch me.

I'm sick of your
holier-than-thou bullshit.

I'm not going to
apologize to you again!

She's all yours. Just, both
of you, leave me alone!

You better deal with this, Sean.

You're such an assh*le!

What is going on? Stop it! What
is going on? Stop! Oh, my God!

Stop, you idiots! Stop. Stop!

Get away!

- You want to take any of these?
- No. They're all from Freddy.

Just makes me sad, really.
You can have whatever you want.

Listen, do you mind if
we make a little stop here?

- Just want to show you something.
- All right.

Yeah, just open that
for me, if you don't mind.

State-of-the-art hog.

Dawn, I know that you feel
guilty about your behavior,

but I have a news flash for you.

Not all lesbians
ride motorcycles.

I never got past
my training wheels.

I know I owe you an apology,
Liz, but the bike ain't for you.

- It's for Jan Tooney.
- You got to be kidding.

No, it is.

And it's a nice one, too, so tell
her no wheelies, okay, whatsoever.

Go ahead, look at the card.

$30,000? $30,000?

A year's tuition at Yale.

I couldn't put my own
kid through college, so...

- What the hell?
- Dawn!

Listen, Liz, I know I haven't
been really gracious with you,

so there's
something I got to do.

A bad juju will ruin
your health, I know that.

I hope that you
can forgive me, too.

I really didn't mean those
things I said about you.

I should hope not. It was making
me feel very uncomfortable.

It was like I was walking
around with a hostile kidney.

Come on, listen, I got a new
idea I want to tell you about.

All right. What?

I'm thinking of putting my
considerable wealth and style behind it.

- You know PFLAG?
- Yeah.

The parents and friends
of the lezzies and the gays?

- Right.
- Well, I'm thinking of doing ODFLAG.

ODFLAG?

ODFLAG. "Organ Donors"
is what the OD is for.

Oh, that is brilliant, Dawn.

Yes, thank you. Because I think all
of us who have given our body parts,

our hearts and our soul to you
gays, we could all get together.

Oh, that is beautiful.

I think we're looking at six or
seven surgeries to restore your face.

We'd do a bone graft from
your skull to rebuild the nose.

But we'd start by inserting
tissue expanders...

What, Matt?

Dad, come on. You look like you
just went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.

You should see the other guy.

Yeah, no. I talked to Christian.
I know the whole story.

Look, I can't imagine what
that must be like for you.

I mean, Christian being with Mom?
No, it's hard, even for me, but still,

you guys have got to
deal with this like adults.

I appreciate your concern, Matt,

but we're not here to talk about
me, we're here to talk about Rachel,

so let's talk about the
financial end of this.

People in your line of work
are famously underpaid.

Yeah, no, I told her you might
be willing to do this pro bono.

- Matt! I can speak for myself...
- Look, Dad.

If ever there was
somebody worthy.

I mean, she's become such an inspiration
for others, and especially for me.

Matt, I'd like to speak with Rachel
alone. Could you give us a minute?

Okay.

I'll be outside.

Rachel, between us,

what are your expectations
from this series of surgeries?

Something's shifted in me,

since my bomber's
gone, Dr. McNamara.

I've begun to think
about a real life.

I've actually allowed myself

to have fantasies about a
life with love in it, you know?

Are you in love with Matt?

Is he in love with you?

We don't discuss things like
that. We're just good friends.

Facial reconstruction
is a long, painful road,

filled with huge
psychological challenges.

You've had so much pain already
in your life, so much brutality.

I guess I just want to be certain
that your expectations are realistic.

You need to be honest with yourself,
whether you're doing this for you,

or someone else.

Listen, your son's a great guy,
but he's not the only fish in the sea.

As far as pain goes, I'm not afraid.
I've lived through the worst there is.

The pain of being betrayed
by someone you love

could, in some ways, be
worse than physical pain.

That's what your black
eye's about, isn't it?

A betrayal.

Because, I'll tell you, when I
sent those remains off to Palestine,

I slept through the night for
the first time since the expl*si*n.

The trick is forgiving
the unforgivable.

Let me do that.

Remember when we moved
into the dorm room, junior year,

and we dropped that
400-pound desk on my foot?

You were such a baby.

Screaming, carrying on.

You were the first person who
ever really looked out for me.

My mom could handle only
so much when my dad left.

You carried me into
that emergency room.

I felt so covered,

like you were the
brother I never had.

Then Julia showed up with
margaritas camouflaged in coffee cups.

You're a betraying
son of a bitch, Christian.

But you still are my brother.

And I know you're
just trying to be happy.

I see you have Rachel
Ben Natan on the schedule.

It's a big surgery.

Maybe you could use
an extra set of hands.

Yes, I could.