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Previously on Nip/Tuck...

I'm afraid I've never
done this before.

Paid for someone.

You're one hot mama.

I'm surprised you two never went for it.

I sort of assumed
that you were straight.

I know about your little tryst
with Julia, Dr. Troy.

You don't want to play this
game with me.

You're going to get yourself hurt.

I'm Mrs. Feeney.

I'm from the Shelter drug
rehabilitation center.

Rehab?

You need professional help.

There's been a bed reserved for you.
You'll be there for six weeks.

When I come back,

Sean is going to know everything.

Why aren't you in your scrubs?

It's just another tit job.

Sorry. I forgot I had
my bleaching tray in.

What I try to say is that
it's just another tit job.

You can handle it.

I got Sally Hershberger at 10.

I got a manucure at 11.

And, I got a facial at noon.

Camera is a cruel mistress, my friend.

I can't have a hair, cuticle,
or pore out of place.

I told you. I'm not doing
a reality show.

Fiona worked very hard for this.

Because you pushed her, relentlessly.

Come on, Christian.

We already have enough exposure
through Hearts'n Scalpels.

Hearts'n Scalpels...

Dramas are going by
the way of sitcom, my friend.

Into the shit of
"reality is the future".

In fact, reality is the present.

All right.
No overpriced writers.

No actor to suck up, too.

It's exploitation
and I won't be involved in it.

The all point of those shows
is to make fools out of people.

Those people are foolish, all right?

We're different. We're doctors.

And we have the opportunity
to show people

how we operate.

You mean it's your chance
to be in the spotlight.

Yes Sean,
this is important to me, OK ?

I'm star and I'm tired
of feeling like a supporting player.

All right?

Look.

We'll make it interesting.
We'll... we'll make it classy.

It'll have to be much PBS than VH1.

All right. Go ahead. Do the show.

Just without me.

I can't.

Look, they're not gonna green light
the show without you in it.

They think you're some kind of draw
or something.

Sean...

Please?

Look, just do it for me.

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Season 5 Episode 06
Damien Sands

Hi. I'm Dr. Christian Troy.

I'm a board-certified plastic surgeon,

and this show is
about me and my partner

and the fascinating world in which
we live and work.

While there are a number of programs
focusing on plastic surgery

Hearts 'n Scalpels, for example,

on which I play Dr. Peter casey...

Arterial hemorrhage, doctor!
He's going into shock!

None analyze the whys
and hows of the process

as much as look for the faux drama
in the situation.

We're doing this pilot to revel
the truth about plastic surgery.

Sean I have been together 20 years.
I'd say we've seen

up to 40,000 undressed women.

You could double that number if
you're talking about my personal life.

Every single one of them is special.

Every single one
of them is different.

I think you could go up to a double-D.

I like that.

I see "D."

Maybe even a double-D would be fine.

Double-D sounds delicious.

I think you should go down
to a double-D, sweetheart.

Can I go bigger?

I mean, I've always loved
the letter "H."

I even named my cat Heathcliff.

We'll focus on the health benefits
of plastic surgery,

which quite frankly all too often
are buried under media slander

that claims our industry is unnecessary

and caters only to the wealthy and vain.

Yeah.

I think everything's gonna change
for me now. Don't you, Dr. Mcnamara?

Ladies will be lin' up
to meet this stud.

We'll examine our patients' psyches
and their bodies,

ask them why they would undergo
a painful procedure

just to have their appearances altered.

I think the audience will find
their reasons very sympathetic.

The difference between
this reality show and others,

simple.

The others don't have me and Sean,

and in the end, that's
what this show is all about,

us.

And we're fantastic.

Don't want no saggy bottom,
don't want no droopy eyes.

I'm like a piece of candy,
go up one more cup size,

everybody wants to look like me,
plastic fantastic.

The most important thing
we do every day is floss.

Just kidding.

It's actually the first time
we meet a consult.

We, uh-- we say, "tell me
what you don't like about yourself."

it's a-- it's a line I came up with.
It's kind of our signature line.

Actually, I came up with it
in med school.

No, you didn't. You, uh-- I--
I came up with it,

Grubman's first consult.

I knew that she was a well
of self-hatred and, uh, she'd--

- she'd be on the table for years.
- It was in Weintraub's seminar.

You weren't even there that day.
You stayed in bed with a belly dancer.

Tell me what you don't like
about yourself?

Mr. Sands?

I don't like that the world we live in
rewards youth over experience.

You see, that's what's so great
about plastic surgery.

We have ability to give
people with experience

back their youth.

I'll never be 20 again.

I know that.
Frankly, I wouldn't want it.

20-years-olds have their heads
up their asses,

and they stick their dicks
in any moist hole they can find.

Even at 40, 45,

you think you know yourself
and what you're good at, but

you really don't, do you?

These types of patients
are quite common.

They're really just looking
for someone to talk to,

and sometimes the best that we can do

is listen

and advise them not to go
under the knife at all.

But you are here to talk about getting
cosmetic surgery, aren't you?

Yes, of course.

I would like a neck tightening
and an eye-lift.

May I ask, Mr. Sands,

what type of business you're in?

I see you left it blank
in your questionnaire.

Oh, I'd rather not divulge
that information.

Knowing your profession
can be quite helpful

in planning your recovery schedule.

Blurred vision, for example, is a common
side effect after a blepharoplasty.

- An airline pilot or a truck driver--
- That's not a concern.

Most of my work is-- uh, it's

done in the dark.

So you're a vampire.

No, Sir.

More like a Marquis de sade,
a Casanova, a libertine.

Naturally I was shocked when my partner
informed me he believed

our consult was a male escort.

I don't like to judge, but really,

of all the people out there
we should be helping,

I'd have to say that
a male prostitute is

pretty far down the list.

Most of the time, I would have
to agree with Dr. Troy,

but there was something
about this patient

that makes him quite a unique case,

something I don't believe has
ever been on television before.

I don't want any drugs in my system
during the operation.

I've been clean for 20 years, and I'd--
I'd like to keep it that way.

We practice western medicine, Mr. Sands.

Pharmacology is necessary in anesthesia.

Well, it's not a problem for me, Sean.

If he wants to feel the pain,
I say we go for it.

I assume you're looking for a more
holistic, alternative approach.

Acupuncture.

I love all this California,
new age crap.

It's hilarious to me to think that
you can stick a needle in your head

and that your whole body's
gonna go numb. You know? It's--

it's just a lawsuit waiting to happen.

If he signs a release

and our staff anesthesiologist
stands by ready to jump in,

I think it's a totally viable request.

I mean, more and more people
have been turning to eastern medicine

to treat a number of ailments,
and we do know an acupuncturist

who studied in china.

When Sean first asked me
to treat one of his patients,

I must admit I was quite surprised.

I have my degree
at the Nanjing university

of traditional chinese medicine, but

I've only assisted on acupuncture
anesthesia a few times.

What? Sean didn't tell you
she's his ex-wife's girlfriend?

I'm not sure why
my opinion matters, but,

well, I mean, no. Of-- of course
I-- I completely trust

Sean and Olivia, you know?

I-- I feel that this patient's
in very good hands.

Uh, I-- I think I should go
and check on him.

I'm gonna check on him now. OK.

She's still a little shy about P.D.A.

I'm not gonna talk about my ex-wife
and her personal life.

If you have any questions about medicine

or surgical procedure, I'm all ears.

Preparation is key before surgery,

so we're doing a dry run
of the acupuncture anesthesia.

Dr. Troy has volunteered
to be our guinea pig.

There are approximately 20 points

that can trigger
analgesia in a patient.

After examing Dr. Troy, I've isolated 3,

and about a half-hour before surgery,

we'll insert needles into
large intestine 4, liver 2, and heart 3.

You're not sticking any needles
into my heart.

- Oh, can I do it?
- Keep your hands off me, all right?

I don't wanna catch that, uh,
rash festering all over your face.

Sure, Christian and I joke around,

but we've been working together
for a long time.

We don't mean it.
We really love each other,

like Bill and Hillary,

Ike and Tina.

Heart 3 is on the inside
of your elbow, Christian,

and the needles will only go in
about a centimeter.

- You'll barely feel them.
- OK.

Yep. Felt that.

These people are crazy.
The only reason I moved out here

was because they threw
a bunch of money at me.

And the golfing opportunities.

We'll slowly turn it up to 100 hertz
on the continuous mode.

- What's the electro-stimulator for?
- It calms the shen,

which is the patient's emotional
experience of the surgery.

That's right, Liz.

I took a couple of night classes
back in Miami.

I'll have the intravenous
anesthesia ready for Mr. Sands

if he feels anything, but I have

the utmost confidence in Olivia
and her techniques.

She's really great.

Close your eyes for me, Christian.

- Can you feel this?
- Of course I can.

How about you, Ollie?

What do you feel when
you're in the sack with Julia?

Can you feel her disappointment

when she reaches down
between your legs and

comes up empty-handed?

I can assure you, Christian,
that when we are undulating

in the sheets together,
there are no empty hands.

Heart rate is 60.

You know, I don't think
this is working, Sean.

I mean, it might make great tv, but...

how do you operate on a patient
who is screaming bloody murder?

Right?

You know, Olivia,
it's just a matter of time

before Julia gives up the gay ghost.

You know, our private life
is exactly that,

private.

It's for us to know and for you
to have masturbatory fantasies about.

I think she's talking to you, Lizzie.

Lay off, Christian.

You're the one who said she wasn't
a carpet cruncher, not me.

Liz? You don't think Julia's gay?

I think that people can fall in love

with whom-- whomever they want,

and I totally understand
why julia fell in love with you.

Patient's ready, Dr. McNamara.

I'm gonna go get her so that
she could take out the needles.

Good work there, Liz, all right?

I really don't think this is working.

You and Julia are a great couple

you belong together...

Julia is gay as a jicama salad

Christian is just trying to get
a rise out of you...

I know. It's just...

he can't just go around saying
stuff like that...

and not think there's going to
be consequences.

I know...

I'd appreciate it if you kept it on
the surgery and out of the bedroom.

You know? I mean,
you promised me this show would be

professional, not exploitative,
remember?

Just trying to spice things up
a little, all right?

You know Julia's not a lesbian.

That's why you're overcompensating
by having Olivia here.

You know, i'm trying to be supportive.
You're trying to break them up.

Look, if you want to
be supportive, all right,

then tell Olivia to take
a hike, all right?

And we'll get rid of grandpa.

I'll have 20 tit jobs in here
that'll have much more

eyes on the tv screen
than his saggy ass? All right?

Right.

The run-through was
a complete success.

How are you doing, Mr. Sands?

Just great, thank you.

Fully anesthetized, doctor.

Then let's get this started.
Hit it, toots.

Because the surgeries can take up to 6,

maybe even 8 hours,

we here at McNamara/Troy have

a tradition of playing music
to keep us dancing.

15-blade.

I'm really glad we're doing
this surgery, Dr. Troy.

I only wanna hear you speak
if there's any pain, Mr. Sands.

My competition's getting
more ferocious...

- Younger.
- We gonna have to sew your mouth shut?

Give me a bovie and a 2-prong hook.

Metz pickups, Linda.

While Dr. Troy lifts the skin

and cauterizes the bleeders,
i'll separate it from the muscles.

Why so much hostility, Dr. Troy?

What are you afraid of?

Certain information might come out,
perhaps?

- What are you doing?
- Needles are not working.

- He's perfectly sedated.
- I'm the operating physician.

It's my call. It's better to
be safe than sorry.

right, Sean?

I don't know what what was going
on between Dr. Troy and Mr. Sands,

but for some reason, christian has
a bee in his bonnet about that guy.

The patient is stable, doctor.

Maybe we can cut around
that last part, yes?

Eden, this is a sterile zone.

You got what you wanted, right?
They attacked me in rehab.

Get the hell out of here, or you'll go
someplace much worse than rehab.

You are a liar!
You put the pills in my bag,!

Coming up next...

You know, you just wanna
get rid of me again

because you don't want
your little secret out.

I have no secrets, Eden.

Really?

She's a drug addict and a liar,
and she'll do anything

she can to score some more pills.

Lying isn't gonna help anybody.

Who's the liar, Sean?

You want me to tell them about
our little masturbation party,

or they know about that, too?

She's a drug addict and a liar,

and she'll do anything--

Anything to get

some pills.

I don't give a crap about
that little bitch Eden

or about Julia and Liz and Olivia
and their muff-diving bullshit.

This show is supposed to be about me.
Me!

- How did this happen?
- How do you think it happened?

The real junkies in rehab attacked me.
And I'm sure you'll all be proud to know

that i'm a pack-a-day smoker.
Good job, everyone.

I'm sorry. Do we have to have
these things here? I mean,

this is a family matter.
Do we have to share it with the world?

Keep rolling.

Cigarette burns, probably second-degree.

Did a doctor at the center see these?

They don't care.
All they do is cash your check.

So you ran away before you even
got the treatment you need, right?

That's why I'm here, head.

Why don't you just stick some needles
in her, send her on her way?

Go to hell, Christian.

You just wanna get rid of me again,

because you don't want
your little secret out.

I have no secrets, eden.

Really? So then I guess Sean knows
that you already Julia.

20 years ago. We all know.

No, Sean. Like a month ago.

Lying isn't gonna help anybody.

Who's the liar, Sean?

Want me to tell them about
our little masturbation party,

or do they know about that, too?

What I believe Eden Lord
was referring to

is an exam I gave her after
a previous operation.

Another female was present.
It was completely clinical in nature.

My medical opinion, the little bitch
belongs in an institution.

I-- somewhere deep down,

I know that Eden's a good kid.

I just have no idea why

she hates me so much.

I'm sorry.
Can we-- just stop a minute.

This camera business is
really intrusive. Can I--

I signed the release form.

Liz.

Hey. Hi.

- Do you have a moment?
- Yeah. Sure. What?

Well, you know,
I know that it's not easy,

you know, being in a new city,
finding someone.

Yeah. Well, you tell me about it, huh?

You don't know how lucky
you are you found Olivia.

You mean before you did?

No, excuse me.
Can you stop taping me, please?

No, I'm serious.

No, stop taping me now,

or I'm gonna just leave.
Am I making myself clear?

I've watched you, Liz.
You can't keep your eyes off her.

We're friends, Julia.

You might not have gotten
that handbook yet,

but 2 lesbians can be just friends.

Then, I hope that you
and I can be friends and...

you can respect our boundaries.

And maybe you wanna talk to your
girlfriend about that instead of me.

Do they know about
the overhead cameras I had put in?

I don't think so.

But it's pretty sexy stuff, right?

3 lesbians fighting over
their turf is ratings gold.

This cream will help
your scars heal faster.

Why are you doing this?
Don't you hate me like everybody else?

I'm doing this because I'm a doctor.
This is what I do.

Now, you'll need some surgery.

Shit. Are they gonna scar?

Not if I'm your surgeon.

I lied earlier.

Julia and Christian

didn't sleep together.
I just...

I was so angry,
I had to say something.

I'll see you in a few days, OK?

We'll schedule some time
in the O.R. for your grafts,

and afterwards,
this whole thing can just be forgotten.

I don't give a crap
about that little bitch Eden

or about Julia and Liz and Olivia
and their muff-diving bullshit.

This show is supposed
to be about me. Me!

OK, why don't you just go
do something glamorous, you know, like

go shopping on rodeo drive.

- People eat that shit up.
- That's ridiculous.

I see that shit all the time.

Go have lunch at Fred Segal.

OK, that place is
just crawling with celebrities.

I just saw Jason Priestley having a nosh
there last week. That's good.

You came here with no contact
except for me, right?

I got you this job, and
that's the best you can come up with?

Where's Fiona?
Get Fiona on the phone?

She's unavail, Christian, OK?

Sean Penn just got back from Iraq.
She's got damage control to do.

Then you better come up
with something fast, Bliss, all right?

I'm sick of hearing about
this "Hearts 'n Scalpels" bullshit.

This is my show.

I know, I know, OK?
I will think of something, I promise.

When I found out my first assignment
as a Los Angeles P.R. Queen

was to work on the launch
of a reality show,

well, I was beside myself.

Here's the thing.

Reality shows are my jam, OK?

Charm school, project runway,
hey Paula...

the one where they spend
every episode

convincing us
that Paula Abdul's just tired.

Well, I watch every one, OK?
I'm just obsessed.

So suddenly it came to me.

Who better to give Christian advice
on how to navigate a reality show

than the biggest star
in reality TV, right now?

Oh, that's right.

Ms. New York herself.

I'm sitting next to New York.

She's huge.

That's right, honey. I am big,

and I'll save your ass
from cancellation,

because I know
how this genre works.

And after we explained to Christian
about the whole New York phenomenon,

he really seemed
to get with the program.

New York gave it to him straight.

I love New York.

I'm just gonna cut to the chase
and give it to you straight.

You need to be
way more interesting, homeboy.

- Interesting?
- Like, seriously.

- Interesting?
- Yes.

See... come in.

- Interesting?
- Interesting.

I am interesting, all right?

If you want this show to go,

you are going to have
to create conflict,

be the center of controversy.

Controversy, conflict.
Oh, what do you mean,

so everybody can hate me?
Is that what you're talking about?

You know what?
Everybody is not gonna hate you.

Just don't take responsibility.

Deny, deny, deny.

And then, just move on
to the next thing.

- It's simple as that.
- Deny?

I think that
what New York is saying, Christian,

is that people have
very short attention spans,

so you just need
to listen to New York,

'cause New York knows
what's goin' on, OK?

You feelin' it?

Could you guys, uh,
just give me a second here?

I care about Julia, and...

I don't wanna see her get hurt.

You know,
I should never have let...

- What's goin' on here?
- ... Olivia anywhere near you.

You are a bitter, dried-up...

How we feelin, Mr. Sands?

I thought you had forgotten
about me, Dr. Troy.

- Or did you stay away on purpose?
- I heard you asked for some morphine.

What happened?

Acupuncture not the answer
you thought it would be?

There are some side effects
to morphine.

They include hallucinations,
delusions of grandeur.

This is not a healthy environment.

The peace and quiet
that acupuncture requires for success

are nonexistent here.

Keep saying that, Mr. Sands.

If I develop an addiction
to these painkillers,

I'll be saying lots of things
to my lawyer.

To be fair,
you did request a service

that our acupuncturist
couldn't provide.

We've decided to eat the costs.

Your procedure is free of charge.

That seems fair.

Marvelous.

I could be 44 again,

- don't you think?
- 45 at the most.

Remove the wrinkles,
not the wisdom.

You and your partner
have done a very good job.

This puts me back on the game.

Will I be seeing you
on the playing field?

The only playing field I have
is that surgical table back in there.

Let's keep it that way.

This town isn't big enough
for the both of us.

Doesn't he look fantastic?

Patient satisfaction is a priority
here at McNamara/Troy.

Tell me,

are you satisfied, Mr. Sands?

Very.

As it turns out,

Dr. Troy is an excellent doctor.

He's not who I thought he'd be.

Actually I could probably
send him some work.

On second thoughts, maybe not.

He doesn't really seem
to need any help, now, does he?

While Eden lord was not originally
scheduled to be a patient,

she does need our help.

Her forearms were badly scarred
in an accident,

so we're gonna graft some skin
from the back of her thighs

and sew it onto her forearms,
here you can see what i'm talking about.

We pick an area of unaffected skin,

shave it off, and then roll it
through this machine here,

which creates a meshlike quality,

allowing the skin to expand
when sutured to the affected area...

Where are you?!

She's in here... goddamn it.

- Goddamn it, how could you?
- What are you talking about?

And of all the people that
you had to choose, Liz and here?

- Slow down, Julia.
- What, were you hoping...

- You don't know what you talking about.
- Oh, don't even, you know?

You know, I should never have let
Olivia anywhere near you.

You are a bitter, dried-up...

You looked me in the face,

and you told me that
"lesbians could be friends."

I mean, I just can't believe
that I fell for it.

OK, who told you what?

You weren't even there, Christian!
Come on. Get in here.

- Just get off me.
- Get in.

- Wasn't even there to see what, Liz?
- It's not her fault.

Don't blame Olivia.
Those were my lips.

You don't need to defend me, Liz.
I kissed her, OK?

I was hurt and confused
and in need of some kind of comfort.

Look, I screwed up, OK?
I screwed up, but so have you.

Look, I'm sorry, but you know,

when I told you
about the indiscretions

that I've had
since we've been together...

You know, I know I'm not perfect,

but I thought you understood.
I trusted you.

- I wish you'd trusted me.
- What... what indiscretions?

Listen, Liz, Liz, Liz,
don't interrupt people

when they're trying
to make a reconciliation, all right?

Nothing more.
It meant nothing.

God, you have been
so unavailable to me lately.

I... I don't know
if it's the cameras or what,

but sometimes when I'm with you,
I have never felt more alone.

Look, I just... can we...
Not here.

OK, OK. Turn it off.
The show's over. Turn it off.

God, you have been
so unavailable to me lately.

I don't know
if it's the cameras or what,

but sometimes when I'm with you,
I have never felt more alone.

Look, I just... can we...
Not here. Please.

OK, OK. Turn it off.
The show's over. Turn it off.

This is the cut they wanna air?

The producers love it.

They won't change a frame
and won't consider any edits.

- We're screwed.
- I knew we shouldn't do this.

I did this for you.
You fix it.

Oh, come on. Like you don't love
being Mr. Famous plastic surgeon.

There's a camera around these days,
you're like a heat-seeking missile.

I wouldn't be surprised

if I turn on the TV next year
and find you oncelebrity fit club.

I am not fat.

I'm in terrific shape,
and I don't need to go on that show!

- I have standards, you idiot!
- All right, all right. I'm sorry, OK?

I thought getting that TV show
would even the playing field.

I'm sorry that I single-handedly
destroyed our reputation.

Well, nobody made me
sign the consent form.

I admit it.

I like getting attention.

After years in your shadow,
I liked being in the limelight.

I've become deeply superficial,
haven't I?

I've gone Hollywood.

- What are we gonna do now?
- We have to move back to Miami.

They have cable television
in Miami, too.

Then we can't shoot any more episodes.

- We're contracted to do 13.
- Well, then, we're screwed.

There's only one thing to do.

You're right.

We gotta hang Fiona and
that dumb-ass Bliss Berger

by their press-on fingernails.

I don't know what to say.

Then let me help.
Crawl back to Fiona

and tell her that you've both been fired
by McNamara/Troy.

The show is a complete embarrassment.

It's not about doctors.

It's about 2 sex-crazed lunatics
and their crazy family.

If people want to watch a cheesy soap,
they can watch "Hearts 'n Scalpels".

You hid cameras without our consent.

Sorry, but watching you guys interact

when you think no one's watching
is where all the action is.

Well, during surgery, fine,

but not with our wives
and children and friends.

This show will hurt people
in our lives.

And we have to do
12 more of these things

because we signed that consent form.
You didn't protect us.

You screwed us.

So you wouldn't agree
to any more reshoots,

- that sort of thing?
- No.

Well, then, fine.

Hey, good news.
The show's not happening.

I hope you're happy.
You could have become...

huge stars from this.

Wait a minute.
You got us out of it?

I didn't have to.

The network tested the show
this morning.

The network tested us?

How high'd we score?
Bet you we scored huge.

Actually, killer,
it was just the opposite.

Let's have a look.

The test audience rated you low,

on the likability scale, uh,
a 2 on a 1-to-10 scale.

And they thought
the tone of the show was,

and I quote, "pushing credibility."

Said one tester,
a Mrs. Lois Gene:

"This show jumped the shark
5 minutes into the pilot."

End quote.

The, uh, lesbians tested high, though.

They always do.
Guys find that hot.

What? This is bullshit.

We're hot!
You tell her, sean.

- So we're not picked up?
- Nope.

The show's not happening,
especially without reshoots,

so thanks for killin' my baby.
I appreciate it.

By the way, boys,

before you consider
firing myself and Ms. McNeil,

I suggest you wait a beat.

If this report gets leaked
to the bloggers, and it will,

you'll need somebody around
to do damage control.

- I thought we were kinda cute.
- Well, me, too.

How much you think
it costs for reshoots?

But you know, when I told you

about the indiscretions that
I've had since we've been together...

you know, I-- I know I'm not perfect--

When I told you

about the indiscretions that I've had
since we've been together--

you know, I-- I know I'm not perfect,

but I thought you understood.
When I told you

about the indiscretions that I've had
since we've been together--

You know, I-- I know I'm not perfect,

but I thought you understood.
I trusted you.

I wish you'd trusted me.

What I don't get is how you knew
about olivia and me,

and you were nowhere
around when we kissed.

Maybe a little birdie told me.

Maybe I have a hidden camera of my own.

Oh, yeah? Where did it happen?

In the ladies' bathroom.

Oh, you have a hidden camera
in the ladies' bathroom.

How else would I know
you have stretch marks?

Look, I admit I was shocked to find out
that Olivia kissed you first,

and I was even more pissed that
they didn't capture my reaction

on camera, because I think it would
have made for brilliant television.

But I'm not surprised that
Olivia made the first move,

because despite your flaws--
and you have many--

Trust me, you are still
a very cute little cupcake.

Oh, I am so happy those cameras
aren't around anymore. Aren't you?

We can finally get life around
here back to normal.

And in the spirit of normalcy,
I think you should insult me.

Oh, no, no, no. No, I am done
with name-calling, Christian.

Oh, come on, Lizzie. I just apologized.

You can't still be mad at me.
Besides, you're the one who kept lying

about your crush on Miss Muffin Muncher.

You know, Christian,

sometimes you have to lie
to protect other people's feelings.

You know I don't think
Julia's a lesbian,

but there's no reason
Olivia has to know that.

You're right.

I guess she would have
figured it out on her own.

You know, in a perfect world,

you'd be with Julia,

and I would ride off
into the sunset with Olivia,

but maybe that's not the way
it's meant to happen, huh?

How are the arms?

They itch like hell, Sean.

All right. Let's, uh,
give the graft some air.

Hey, easy, easy.
You'll rip your stitches.

They look like they're healing well.
You just can't scratch like that.

What am I gonna do? My mom says
I have to go to public school now.

I think that could be good for you.

Are you insane?

I don't belong in public school.
I won't survive.

Where do you belong, then?

Nowhere, I guess.

Or maybe with you.

You're the only one who's even
pretended to be nice to me.

Pretty much everyone else
wants me to go to hell.

You need to get some rest.

Wait.

Will you stay with me,

just for a little while?

Maybe for a moment.

So is this it? You're moving out?

- Is that what you want?
- Of course not.

I want to be with you,

but first you need to realize
that who you are and what you are

is nothing to be ashamed of.

Then why am I so scared?

Because-- I don't know.

You've only known one thing
your whole life.

- Change is hard.
- Yeah.

But it's not that.
I love being with you. It--

It's just...

You feel judged for being
a lesbian in public.

Why do you think so many of us
are still in the closet?

It takes a strong individual
to be gay in this world, Julia,

a strong personality.

You're very strong.

It's one of the biggest reasons
I fell in love with you.

I don't feel strong at all.

Trust me. You are.

It's just so much easier
when we're alone.

Well, the cameras have all gone.

Promise me something.

If I'm ever not being as open
as I should be,

let me know about it first
before you'd run to Liz.

I do promise, but

you need to give me the same respect
and stay out of Christian's bed.

When Eden burst
into the surgery suite that day,

do you believe anything she said?

Of course not.
Stupid little bitch'll say anything.

So you didn't put
those pills in her bag?

What? No, of course I didn't.

She told me she lied about
you and Julia sleeping together again.

I wonder why
she finally admitted she lied?

Guilt, I guess.

Maybe she felt like
too much damage had been done

and it was time to stop hurting people.

Maybe.

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