2-05 Nip and Tuck
2-05 Nip and Tuck
Nip and Tuck
Get something straight. Broots may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot. The only one who terrorises him is me.
Miss Parker
Nip and Tuck
Get something straight. Broots may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot. The only one who terrorises him is me.
Miss Parker
Original air date: December 6, 1997
Written by: Eric Morris
Directed by: Michael Lange
Jarod impersonates a plastic surgeon to discover why a teenage girl who was injured in a car wreck, but who underwent reconstructive surgery, was still left horribly disfigured.
Jarod’s Discoveries: Clay-dough, Hellraiser
Jarod’s Occupations: Plastic Surgeon
Jarod’s Aliases: Jarod Clay
Official Synopsis
Jarod impersonates a plastic surgeon so he can probe the tragic disfigurement of a teenage girl.
In flashback, a young Jarod awakens one morning with seemingly no knowledge of his own identity. Sydney blames the episode on years of Pretender simulations, and fears the child may lose his true self permanently if his withdrawal continues.
Meanwhile, Miss Parker and Sydney burst into Jarod’s old lair, where they discover dozens of copies of Aphrodite sculpted in clay. The statues are brought to Angelo, an empath who possesses the ability to feel the emotions of the artist at the time the statues were created. Broots interrupts the meeting, telling the others he is certain he’s being stalked.
Jarod, meanwhile, has assumed the identity of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon at the Surgicare Cosmetic Surgery Clinic. He and a colleague, the materialistic Wade Eubanks, perform reconstruction on a patient. Afterward, they are joined by Dr. Christine Brant, the clinic’s Chief of Surgery. She insists that her staff help not only the well-to-do but also operate pro bono for those in need. Later, Jarod pays a visit to Tricia Homes, an African American teenager who dropped out of high school after she was disfigured in a car wreck. Tricia’s grandmother is puzzled by the mysterious CDs mailed to Tricia by an anonymous source. Painfully shy and self-conscious, Tricia remains hidden in the shadows. Eventually, Jarod helps bring her out of her shell.
Meanwhile, as Broots attempts to open the front door of his house, he notices an envelope containing photographs of him and his daughter. He is suddenly hit by a flying tackle and knocked to the ground. Almost simultaneously, gunfire rings out, and bullets explode against the front door of the house. Broots discovers his savior is none other than Angelo. Later, Broots discovers evidence that seems to imply Miss Parker was the shooter. Brigitte offers Broots protection in exchange for information regarding her every move. As Brigitte leaves the room, she sneezes. A few moments later, Angelo picks up the shell casings found near Broots’ home. Angelo sneezes. Broots realizes it was Brigitte who fired the weapon.
Jarod tricks Eubanks into accompanying him to Tricia’s home. After looking at the girl’s face, Eubanks swears to Jarod that, although he did perform the reconstructive surgery, he is not responsible for the girl’s disfigurement. Jarod determines that Brant was performing a chin implant when Eubanks was operating on Tricia. Jarod realizes that the anonymous donor of CDs sent to Tricia is the director of Surgicare Santa Barbara, Brad Hoffner. Jarod convinces Hoffner that a medical review of Tricia’s surgery is close at hand. Wracked with guilt, Hoffner describes the night of the operation. Eubanks, it turns out, did an excellent job. But Brant, who was performing the chin implant on a movie star, found herself in trouble when she discovered the bone grafts for the procedure had been damaged. Brant cut open Tricia’s face and harvested the needed bone. In her haste, she inadvertently severed Tricia’s facial nerve, disfiguring her. Hoffner received a big promotion in return for his silence.
Meanwhile, Miss Parker learns of Brigitte’s underhanded maneuvering, and realizes the Centre is attempting to pit her, Broots and Sydney against one another. Brigitte admits it was she who fired at Broots…but denies taking photographs. Later, Angelo examines the photos, telling the others he feels anger and confusion. When Sydney and Miss Parker leave the room, Angelo glares through demented eyes, and whispers “I decide who lives or dies.”
Jarod stages a phony car accident and races a drugged Brant into an operating room. When Brant regains consciousness, Jarod assures her he can repair the damage to her face… but adds he’ll be harvesting grafts from her face so a super model in a nearby operating room can be reconstructed. Jarod places an anesthesia mask over Brant’s horrified face and fires up a pair of air-powered skin shearers. When Brant reawakens, Jarod holds a mirror to her face, revealing a visage almost mangled beyond recognition. Brant screams in horror. Unbeknownst to her, the “new look” is formed from clay dough. Later, Jarod remembers when Sydney gave him a mirror so he could see his own reflection for the very first time.
Season 1
- 1-01 Pilot
- 1-02 Every Picture Tells A Story
- 1-03 Flyer
- 1-04 Curious Jarod
- 1-05 The Paper Clock
- 1-06 To Protect And Serve
- 1-07 A Virus Among Us
- 1-08 Not Even a Mouse
- 1-09 Mirage
- 1-10 Better Part Of Valor
- 1-11 Bomb Squad
- 1-12 Prison Story
- 1-13 Bazooka Jarod
- 1-14 Ranger Jarod
- 1-15 Jaroldo!
- 1-16 Under The Reds
- 1-17 Keys
- 1-18 Unhappy Landings
- 1-19 Jarod’s Honor
- 1-20 Baby Love
- 1-21 Dragon House
- 1-22 Dragon House
Season 2
- 2-01 Back From the Dead Again
- 2-02 Scott Free
- 2-03 Over the Edge
- 2-04 Exposed
- 2-05 Nip and Tuck
- 2-06 Past Sim
- 2-07 Collateral Damage
- 2-08 Hazards
- 2-09 FX
- 2-10 Indy Show
- 2-11 Gigolo Jarod
- 2-12 Toy Surprise
- 2-13 A Stand Up Guy
- 2-14 Unforgotten
- 2-15 Bulletproof
- 2-16 Silence
- 2-17 Crash
- 2-18 Stolen
- 2-19 Red Rock Jarod
- 2-20 Bank
- 2-21 Bloodlines
- 2-22 Bloodlines
Season 3
- 3-01 Crazy
- 3-02 Hope & Prey
- 3-03 Once in a Blue Moon
- 3-04 Someone to Trust
- 3-05 Betrayal
- 3-06 Parole
- 3-07 Homefront
- 3-08 Flesh and Blood
- 3-09 Murder 101
- 3-10 Mr. Lee
- 3-11 The Assassin
- 3-12 Unsinkable
- 3-13 Pool
- 3-14 At The Hour Of Our Death
- 3-15 Countdown
- 3-16 P.T.B.
- 3-17 Ties That Bind
- 3-18 Wake Up
- 3-19 End Game
- 3-20 Qallupilluit
- 3-21 Donoterase
- 3-22 Donoterase
Season 4
- 4-01 The World’s Changing
- 4-02 Survival
- 4-03 Angel’s Flight
- 4-04 Risque Business
- 4-05 Road Trip
- 4-06 Extreme
- 4-07 Wild Child
- 4-08 Rules of Engagement
- 4-09 ‘Til Death Do Us Part
- 4-10 Spin Doctor
- 4-11 Cold Dick
- 4-12 Lifeline
- 4-13 Ghosts From the Past
- 4-14 The Agent of Year Zeroh
- 4-15 Junk
- 4-16 School Daze
- 4-17 Meltdown
- 4-18 Corn Man A Comin’
- 4-19 The Inner Sense
- 4-20 The Inner Sense
Nip and Tuck Transcript
DSA | ||
Sydney | A strange phenomenon has occurred with Jarod. He awoke this morning with seemingly no knowledge of his own identity. We must begin Jarod. |
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Young Jarod | Why do you keep calling me that? | |
Sydney | It is your name. | |
Young Jarod | So you say. I don’t even know what I look like. |
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Sydney | How does that make you feel? | |
Young Jarod | Like I don’t exist anymore. I wanna know who I am. |
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Sydney | No doubt the years of pretended simulations have brought on this identity disorder My concern… is that if he continues to withdraw he will lose grasp of his true self, permanently. |
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Sam | He’s gone. | |
Miss Parker | What the hell is this? | |
Sydney | I believe that Jarod is taking an interest in classical art. | |
Miss Parker | Aphrodite never had a balcony like this Syd. Ask me, I think your Mr Peabody is going through latent puberty. Why else would he be sculpting women? |
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Woman | Dr Clay. They’re worth every penny I paid for them. How did you become such an artist? | |
Jarod | Practice makes perfect. | |
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Sydney | Touch her face, tell me what you feel Angelo. | |
Angelo | Sadness. Hurt. Shame. | |
Sydney | Whose hurt Angelo? Whose sadness and shame? | |
Miss Parker | You’re telling me he can feel the same emotions as when Jarod made these things? | |
Sydney | We’re still only beginning to understand Angelo’s gift as an empath. But he may be telling us what Jarod was pretending. Or the emotions aroused by the statues in the viewer. |
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Miss Parker | Or the emotions of the worker who packaged the Clay-Dough. | |
Angelo | Hurt, and uh… sadness. Shame. | |
Miss Parker | A clue about my emotions, Syd. Happiness isn’t one of them. Nice picture Chuckles. How long did that take you? |
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Broots | My daughter db drew it. It’s a wonder she could draw anything at all with what went on this weekend. Well aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m talking about? |
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Miss Parker | No, because if I have to hear one more time about your ex-wife and the football team she’s dating, I’ll toss my toast. |
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Broots | It’s not about my ex-wife. | |
Miss Parker | What then? | |
Broots | How do I know I can trust you? | |
Miss Parker | I’m outta here. | |
Broots | Someone is watching me. | |
Miss Parker | This is the Centre, somebody’s watching everybody. | |
Broots | No, no, no, no. Not in the Centre. I had db this weekend. Everywhere we went, I felt like we were being spied on. And at the ice cream parlour, at the zoo, even at home. |
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Miss Parker | Sit. | |
Broots | I’m telling you, someone’s after me. | |
Sydney | Broots, do you have any tangible evidence of this stalker? | |
Broots | Oh no, it’s the little things you know. Footsteps behind us, rustling in the trees. When we got home last night, the light was out. Now, I, I always leave it on. |
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Miss Parker | So, there’s a dim bulb in your house Broots. We’ve always known that. | |
Angelo | Hurt. Hurt! Sadness. | |
Wade | It’s a shame. | |
Jarod | A shame? | |
Wade | That mammaplasty you did. A beautiful young girl like that and you only gave her a 36 inch bust. Metz. | |
Jarod | Well I had to build her to code. Any more than that, she’d topple in an earthquake. | |
Wade | Topple? That’s funny. | |
Ray | You gentlemen serving dessert yet? | |
Wade | Ready to excise the defect. | |
Ray | You’re running late. I’ve got a rhytidectomy scheduled at 10. | |
Wade | No offence ray, but don’t you have a promotion to get passed over for or something? | |
ray | Rhytidectomy, ten. | |
Jarod | He seems a little irritable. | |
Wade | He lost out running the Santa Barbara clinic, and he’s been griping ever since. Do you wanna close? | |
Jarod | Uh, actually I would like to watch your technique. They say you leave less scarring than any surgeon on the coast. |
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Wade | I leave none. | |
Jarod | What’s your secret? | |
Wade | Suture pattern and nerves of steel. And to think my old man laughed when I joined the macrame club. Who’s laughing now? |
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Broots | Yes db, Daddy’s fine. I’m just, just busy. I miss you too. Listen, just stay with Mommy a couple more days and then you can come back, okay? Good, and do me a favour would you? Draw me another one of these wonderful pictures? Yeah I got it right here. Uh huh, I love it. I love you too. Okay, be good Peanut. Bye. | |
Wade | Perfect alignment. The incisions barely perceptible. Nice assist. Where did you say you trained? | |
Jarod | Princeton Med, Postgraduate at Harvard and the Clay Dough Institute. | |
Wade | Clay Dough Institute? That’s funny too. |
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Jarod | What isn’t funny is I haven’t received a pay check yet. I didn’t become a plastic surgeon in Beverley Hills just to sit courtside at Laker games. | |
Wade | Don’t knock courtside, and trust me, the money will flow. We’re not treating Medicaid patients here. LA is full of rich vain people under and unrelenting sun. It’s gold. I just bought a brand new Boxster, cash. As far as the perks, do you remember the bikini girl in Hellraiser II? I’m dating her. In fact, I designed her butt. | |
Jarod | Well, she must be twice as good as the Hellraiser I girl. | |
Brant | You’re not still bragging about the bimbo construction business are you? | |
Wade | Dr Brant. | |
Brant | Wade. You must be Dr Clay. Christine Brant, chief of staff. | |
Jarod | It’s nice to finally meet you. | |
Brant | You’ve trained in maxillae facial trauma and endoscopic fracture repair. | |
Jarod | Of course. | |
Brant | Great. We’ve got an MVA victim coming in with massive facial injuries. He’s yours. | |
Jarod | I’m on my way, and it was very nice… | |
Brant | Time is money, Doctor. | |
Jarod | Right. | |
Brigitte | Lose something luv? | |
Broots | I’m sure it’ll turn up. Somewhere. | |
Brigitte | Relax Mr Broots. I’m here to help… with your Peeping Tom problem. | |
Broots | How did you know? | |
Brigitte | Not important. What is, is that I believe you. The question is… why your friends Parker and Sydney don’t. | |
Broots | Well, it’s not that they don’t believe me, it’s just that… that… | |
Brigitte | They couldn’t possibly thing a man of your intelligence a fool? Or is it that they have something to hide? We know how to treat a man of your calibre. We can protect you. | |
Broots | Who’s we? | |
Broots | The people you can trust. I hope you find what you’re looking for. | |
Angelo | Afraid. Daddy afraid. Daddy afraid. | |
Wade | That’s one big ear Jarod. You weren’t kidding were you? | |
Jarod | It’s a remarkable substance this Clay Dough. Now the name would imply that it was for cooking. But I find it useful in training for blepharoplasty, otoplasty and orthognathic surgery. | |
Wade | You my friend are in need of some serious nooky. | |
Jarod | Nooky? Is that another Clay Dough product? | |
Wade | Not exactly. Any complications with your MVA case? | |
Jarod | Uh, no, but I’ll keep my eye on him during follow-up. | |
Wade | He’s a county case, there is no follow-up. County cases are pro-bono. They should be happy to get surgery at all. | |
Jarod | Pro-bono? I didn’t spend seven years in medical school to operate for free. | |
Wade | Once a week, Brant’s rule. | |
Jarod | You know I’m beginning to wonder about this place. Money, movie stars. So far I haven’t seen one single starlet. | |
Wade | For now you won’t. Brant does most of the surgery herself. | |
Jarod | And we get stuck with the freebies? | |
Wade | This whole ‘help the poor’ bit is Brant’s big thing. | |
Brant | And your’s Dr Eubanks, if you want to stay at Surgicare. | |
Jarod | Dr Brant. | |
Brant | Get something straight Doctor, Surgicare is not just about getting actors a part in their next movie. We’re LA County’s top provider of free reconstructive surgery. And if you want your share of the former, you’ll do your share of the latter. Nice ear. | |
Wade | I should sew a bell to her neck. | |
PA | Dr Macy, please come to the front desk. Dr Macy to the front desk please. | |
Boy | Hey, bus is here. | |
Flashback | ||
Sydney | Why are you doing that Jarod? | |
Young Jarod | Why do you keep calling me that? I’m nobody. | |
Sydney | You can’t hide from yourself forever. Jarod’s resistance continues. He refuses to participate in any simulation, to interact, even to eat. This self-imposed isolation is a new Pretender phenomenon. I am worried about his future. | |
Tess | Can I help you? | |
Jarod | Uh, hello. Uh, I’m Dr Clay from Surgicare. I’m here to do a follow up on Tricia. | |
Tess | Nobody’s ever checked on that child before. | |
Jarod | That’s why I’m here. | |
Tess | Her friend who was driving the car, God rest her soul, went straight through the windshield. I tell Tricia every day she is lucky to be alive. Of course she cant see it that way. ‘Cause of her face, she wont leave the house, wont see her friends. That child has a voice sent down from heaven. Mn. ‘Cause of it, she had a full music scholarship. She’s never gonna use it now. | |
Jarod | Never’s a long time. I see you like music too. | |
Tess | Oh, no, that Tricia’s. One of her mystery gifts. Well, they started coming in the mail about a month after the accident. No cards, no return address. God bless ’em ’cause it’s about the only thing that makes that baby girl happy. | |
Jarod | Can I see her? | |
Tess | Tricia? You have a visitor. | |
Jarod | Hi. Huh, I see you like the blues. It’s my favourite too. I’m Dr Clay. Jarod. | |
Tricia | Can you fix my face? | |
Jarod | I don’t know. It’s going to be very difficult to see through that. | |
Tricia | I don’t wanna do this. | |
Tess | Tricia. | |
Jarod | It’s okay. You know when I was your age, I never left the house either. I stayed in for about 30 years. It’s a long story. When I got out, I realised what I was missing. Trees, fresh air, sunlight. Life’s a gift. Nothing is worth missing out on it. It was nice to meet you. | |
Tricia | Wait. | |
Jarod | You have beautiful eyes. What colour are they? Blue? | |
Tricia | Violet. | |
Jarod | Violet. My new favourite colour. | |
Broots | Hello? Hello. Who’s there? Hello? | |
Broots | A-Angelo? | |
Angelo | Daddy afraid. | |
Jarod | I need your expert advice. | |
Wade | Medicine or women? | |
Jarod | Both actually. These belong to a supermodel. | |
Wade | Model, or supermodel? | |
Jarod | Super. The four-two fracture of the mandible. Now do you think you could do the procedure without causing any permanent paralysis? |
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Wade | Is the Pope catholic? | |
Jarod | I believe that is mandatory. | |
Wade | Look, in the hands of the master she will come out looking better than she did before. | |
Jarod | The seventh cranial nerve is near the site of the fracture. You’re absolutely positive that you can avoid it? | |
Wade | The most difficult pare will be getting those incompetents in the lab to come up with the A-negative blood that she’ll need. | |
Jarod | Hmmm. | |
Wade | This supermodel, is she… is she seeing anyone? | |
Jarod | I don’t believe she is. As a matter of fact, I would be glad to introduce you. | |
Jarod | Dr Eubanks, this is Tricia Holmes. | |
Tricia | Hi. | |
Wade | Hi, I remember you. The four-two fracture of the mandible. Just like the supermodel. | |
Jarod | And I’m sure you remember the result? | |
Wade | The posterior ramus of her mandible’s damaged and the right facial never has been severed. What happened? | |
Jarod | Why don’t you tell me? Were you late for a movie premiere? Did you have a hot date? Or maybe with charity cases, you just don’t give a damn. | |
Wade | I might not be Joe PC, but I give my patients 100 percent. | |
Jarod | Right, except during follow-up. | |
Wade | Guilty. But only of following Surgicare’s pro-bono policy. Look, I am a damn good surgeon and I sure as hell never would have done that. | |
Jarod | Did you stabilise her fracture? | |
Wade | Completely. | |
Jarod | And when you closed her, the nerve was intact? | |
Wade | The lacerations that she sustained weren’t that deep. Jarod I didn’t do that to her. I swear to you. | |
Jarod | Well if you didn’t do it, who did? | |
Brant | And this closes it. | |
Jarod | It certainly does. | |
Miss Parker | Broots, one last question. Have you considered counselling? | |
Broots | I’m telling you, if it wasn’t for Angelo, I’d be dead right now. He saved my life, he’s a hero. | |
Miss Parker | So Monkey Boy got out of the zoo. The question is how. | |
Broots | Oh, I found this top security access card in his pocket. Who knows how he got it? | |
Miss Parker | At least he saved you from whoever’s after you. | |
Broots | What, you still don’t believe me? Then what about these pictures? | |
Miss Parker | Mnn. Use them for your Christmas cards. It’s past his bedtime, put him back in his space. | |
Broots | Sydney, you still don’t believe me either? | |
Sydney | I’m not sure what to believe Broots. I found these by the tree near your house. Shell casings. | |
Broots | It’s a nine millimetre. This is standard Centre issue. | |
Sydney | Uh huh. And these… were with them. | |
Broots | Miss Parker is after me. | |
Brigitte | We’ll protect you luv. But nothing comes for free. | |
Broots | Okay. What do you want? Miss Parker? | |
Brigitte | I want to know every move she makes, everyone she speaks to. You’ll need this. | |
Broots | Oh no, I uh, I don’t know about that. | |
Brigitte | Survival of the fittest. You know, choice is yours. | |
Broots | God bless you. Bless me. Angelo. Wait, how the hell did you get out? Gimme those, gimme that. That’s mine. This is my stuff. It wasn’t Miss Parker, it was Brigitte. | |
Miss Parker | What about Sneezy? I just passed her in the hall. What are you doing with that? | |
Broots | Miss Parker. | |
Miss Parker | Do you want me to hurt you? | |
Broots | No, no. These were, were found outside my house. Your shell casings and your cigarette butts, all planted by Brigitte. She’s the one that’s been following me. | |
Miss Parker | Angelo. Whose access card Angelo? Amateurs. | |
DSA | ||
Sydney | Jarod, Jarod where are you? Jarod. My God. What are you doing? | |
Young Jarod | Searching Sydney, for me. | |
Sydney | Your name is Jarod. And you have a tremendous gift to offer the world. A gift that can help people. You just need to believe in yourself… again. | |
Young Jarod | I wanna know what I look like. I wanna know who I am. | |
Tricia | Ancient history. That’s me in the drama club. I got the lead in the spring musical Grease. | |
Jarod | I don’t think they wore leather jackets in ancient Greece. | |
Tricia | Oh, that’s me in the choir. | |
Jarod | Let me guess. Soprano soloist. | |
Tricia | Mm-hmmm. | |
Jarod | Was there anything you didn’t do? | |
Tricia | Mm, never made the football team. | |
Jarod | I bet you can’t wait to get back to school to start all your activities. | |
Tricia | Who’s gonna wanna see a performer who looks like this? Unless you can fix me, I’m through with school. | |
Jarod | Tricia. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. The nerve damage is irreparable. | |
Tricia | What did I do? What did I do to deserve this? You don’t know what it’s like being laughed at, having people point at you like you’re a freak. | |
Jarod | I know what it’s like to be on the outside. And I know that I’m stronger because of it. | |
Tricia | I don’t wanna be stronger. I just wanna be who I am. I just wanna be her again. She’s gone, forever. | |
Jarod | Her gift isn’t. I look around your room and I see all the things that you’re passionate about and I know that your face is just a small part of who you are. Only you hold the key to your future. I know that life is a… a weird journey. But to live it, you have to be out there. | |
Tess | Hello Doctor. How’s my baby? | |
Jarod | Making progress. I hope. This arrived. | |
Tess | Oh, could you open that please. My arthritis is just knocking me down today. More gifts from the mystery friend. | |
Jarod | Tess, do all the gifts have the same postmark? | |
Tess | All from Santa Barbara. | |
Jarod | Mr Hawthorne. | |
Hawthorne | Dr Clay. | |
Jarod | I’m sorry about the urgency of this meeting, but Dr Brant was adamant this be dealt with immediately. | |
Hawthorne | Well, y-your phone call was a little vague. Is there a problem. | |
Jarod | Someone has leaked information about Tricia Holmes. I’m not here to pass blame or to play games. Dr Brant wants it clear that if you don’t cooperate, all of this can go away. |
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Hawthorne | I don’t remember every patient so… | |
Jarod | That’s a good answer… for the medical board. | |
Hawthorne | Medical board? | |
Jarod | Mm-hmmm. They’re starting as investigation. | |
Hawthorne | I didn’t tell anyone. I swear. | |
Jarod | We need a statement that you saw nothing unusual that night. That will get the board off our backs. Then Tricia Holmes… she can go back and hid her disfigured face in the shadows… while you and Dr Brant enjoy all of… this. Do we have a deal? | |
Hawthorne | No. | |
Jarod | No? | |
Hawthorne | No, I wont lie for her anymore. It was 2am when Tricia Holmes was brought back into post-op. Dr Eubanks, putz that he is, did an excellent job on her. She was resting calmly. Everything was calm. |
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Jarod | And then Dr Brant came in? | |
Hawthorne | She was freaked. | |
Flashback | ||
Hawthorne | She was in the middle of a chin implant on some movie star and the bone grafts needed for some procedure had been damaged. Brant needed a donor. She needed one quick. She checked out Tricia’s chart. Without even blinking, she grabbed a scalpel. My God, she didn’t even bring that poor girl back into surgery. |
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Jarod | She reopened Tricia’s face and she harvested bone to put into her movie star client. And in her haste, she severed Tricia’s facial nerve. | |
Hawthorne | Brant gave me the promotion to keep quiet. I’ve been trapped ever since. | |
Jarod | Ask Tricia Holmes about feeling trapped. | |
Miss Parker | Long day Brigitte? | |
Brigitte | You know what they say, a woman’s work and all that. | |
Miss Parker | You look tired. But then I guess stalking can be tough on a young thing. The late nights, the long hours. | |
Brigitte | You know, you Americans have a whole other English. Sorry luv, don’t follow. | |
Miss Parker | Now that my father is back, you’d never get approval. So it must have been an independent move. You shot at Broots didn’t you? |
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Brigitte | If I shot Broots, he’d be dead. | |
Miss Parker | Not if scaring him was the intention. So who ordered it? | |
Brigitte | Your guess is as good as mine. | |
Miss Parker | Raines, it’s just his style. It only makes sense to go after the weakest link. | |
Brigitte | It was a very tough call. | |
Miss Parker | Get something straight. Broots may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot. The only one who terrorises him is me. You pull a gun on me? No big deal ’cause I know you don’t have the rocks to pull the trigger. But the next time you mess with one of my team I’ll put a bullet right in your blonde bonnet. |
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Brigitte | And they said you weren’t a bitch. | |
Miss Parker | They were being kind. | |
Brigitte | Hmm. For what it’s worth, I did shoot at Mr Broots. However, I took no pictures. | |
Brant | What’s the occasion Jarod? | |
Jarod | Oh, lets just say it’s my little way of saying thank you for giving me the best job that money can buy. | |
Brant | Well, you’re the best hire I ever made. No offence. You’ve been rolling those charity cases at a record pace. Give the rest of us an opportunity to focus on other priorities. |
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Wade | Like weekends to Cabo, Rodeo Drive shopping binges. Beach house renovations. | |
Jarod | Hmmn. | |
Brant | Guilty. | |
Wade | Are you okay Christine? | |
Brant | Uh, it’s just, um… I haven’t uh, I haven’t eaten. | |
Jarod | Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh I think you’ve had one too many. If Wade would be so kind as to lend me his car, I will give you a ride home. |
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Brant | A chauffeur too. I really did hire the right guy. | |
Brant | What kind of champagne was that? | |
Jarod | A very special year. | |
Brant | You keep revving the engine like that, you’re gonna ruin it. | |
Jarod | Eubanks says this car can do 140. Let’s see if he’s telling the truth. | |
Brant | Jarod, Jarod Jarod! | |
Jarod | Dr Brant? Dr Brant? Can you hear me? There’s been a terrible accident. | |
Brant | Am I okay. | |
Jarod | There’s just a little blood. | |
Brant | Oh God. | |
Jarod | No, no, no, no, no. Never mind that. There’s no deep trauma, it’s only cosmetic. | |
Brant | My face, is it bad? | |
Jarod | Don’t worry. The damage isn’t severe, I can repair you. | |
Brant | Thank God. | |
Jarod | There’s been one slight complication however. | |
Brant | Complication? Wh-what? | |
Jarod | Well, we have a high profile client in the next operating room. A supermodel. She had a terrible reaction to a chemical peel. She needs massive skin grafts. But luckily, we have the perfect donor. You. | |
Brant | Me? I’m not donating grafts. It’ll ruin my face. | |
Jarod | I’m sorry, but there’s no other way. | |
Brant | What are you, insane? You cant do that to me. | |
Jarod | Sure I can, just like you did to Tricia Holmes. But look on the bright side, at least I’m gonna tell you that I’m gonna harvest part of your body for someone else. That is what you did to her, isn’t it? | |
Brant | Jarod please. | |
Jarod | You cut out a piece of her jaw to save your important clients little chin implant. And then you severed her facial nerve in your haste, didn’t you? | |
Brant | Yes, I did that! Now please let me go! | |
Jarod | Sorry. Cant do that. But I promise, I’ll try to be more careful with you than you were with her. | |
Brant | No, no, no! Jarod please don’t, don’t. | |
Jarod | Oh, try not to panic. Your face is still anesthetised. What’s left of it. | |
Brant | You’re insane. | |
Jarod | Now, I resent that, Doctor. I did the very best I could, considering I’m not really a plastic surgeon. Voila! | |
Brant | No. No! | |
Jarod | Whoops. | |
Brant | No. | |
Tess | I don’t think she’s coming. | |
Jarod | You need to have more faith. | |
Tess | Oh baby. You look beautiful. | |
Tricia | Thanks. | |
Jarod | Can I give you a ride? | |
Tricia | Thanks, but uh, life’s a weird journey and it’s about time I get back out there. | |
Girl | Hey, you look great. | |
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Sydney | Jarod. Jarod. This is what you look like. This is who you are. | |
Miss Parker | Brigitte did the shooting, but she’s not the photographer. | |
Broots | We know. These just came this morning. | |
Miss Parker | What the hell is going on here? | |
Sydney | Someone’s trying to terrorise us. | |
Miss Parker | Who? | |
Broots | Well, we’re working on that one. | |
Sydney | Angelo. | |
Angelo | I-it’s angry. Confused. Angry. | |
Sydney | Angelo. Who is angry? Who? Angelo. | |
Miss Parker | This is a waste of time. | |
Angelo | I decide who lives or dies. I decide who lives or dies. I decide who lives or dies. |
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