Nip/Tuck s06e12 Episode Script
Willow Banks
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
MAN: I woke up, I didn't know where I was.
Didn't know who I was.
[SEAN SIGHS.]
MAN: Couldn't believe I'd slept through most of my life.
I'd been unconscious for 22 years.
It was 1989.
I was 18.
And the accident happened at a construction site, is that right? Yes.
It was a summer job.
I was installing a church steeple.
A crane collapsed.
I don't even remember it hitting me.
One second it was a beautiful day, the next, pfft, lights out.
And what exactly is it that brought you here? What don't you like about yourself? Jesus, man, look at me.
I'm ancient.
Even though my body was alive for 40 years, I was only awake for 18.
And you wanna look like an 18-year-old again.
I am an 18-year-old.
I had plans before I went in the coma.
I was gonna go to college.
I was gonna meet a girl, have a family, have a career.
- Mr.
Kenney - See? That's I'm a "Mister.
" I'm a "Mister" now.
[SIGHS.]
I look in the mirror and I see this old man looking back at me and I'm like, "Who are you? How? Who put me in your body?" [SCOFFS.]
I need you to make the outside match the inside.
You can give me a chance to live all those years that I lost for the first time fully awake.
You can give me back my life.
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV.]
- Why aren't you getting ready? - Ready for what? I have a meet and greet at the Pacific Design Center tonight.
I told you this a week ago.
You don't remember? Christian, this is really important.
I need to make contacts tonight.
And I had all of these business cards made.
"Over 15 years experience.
" In what? Well, I had a life before you and I met.
- I designed all my own movie sets.
- Oh, okay.
Well, you haven't exactly thanked me for what I've done here.
Can't imagine how that slipped my mind.
Look, I know it takes a little bit of getting used to but in the over-crowded markets in L.
A.
, you need to make bold style choices.
[TURNS TV OFF.]
And speaking of style, could you please get up off the couch and go get dressed? [TURNS TV ON.]
This is the third time you tried to drag me out this week.
I didn't get married so you could get me in a suit and have me rub elbows with the great unwashed.
[TURNS TV OFF.]
Give me that.
Look, I got the house, the job, the beautiful wife.
Just let me relax and enjoy my life.
[TURNS TV ON.]
Okay.
Awesome ball game last night.
You get to catch it? - That's you? - Huh? You stink.
- And you look like shit.
- Thank you.
You know how long it took me to get ready this morning? Three minutes.
Got to catch SportsCenter for the first time in months didn't cut myself shaving, didn't have to swing by the dry-cleaner's on my way.
Yeah, maybe you should have.
I am done getting up at 6 every day, getting ready for work, shower, shave.
Do the hair, press the suit.
All that bullshit's hard on a man.
Why you looking at that thing? Trying to find a bed.
I only have a mattress on the floor right now.
A man over 30 should never buy anything that he has to put together particularly from the Swedes.
Julia used to buy our furniture.
Never really had to do this before.
Never had my own place until now.
Call my wife.
She, apparently, is an interior designer now.
- Kimber? - Matter of fact you'd be doing me a huge favor.
She's been a real pain in the ass.
Do you mind giving her a buzz? Huh? Excuse me.
I've been waiting for a half hour.
Should I reschedule? I told you already, we'll be with you as soon as we can.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss? - Banks.
- Banks.
- Willow Banks.
Willow Banks.
Wow, beautiful.
Dr.
Christian Troy.
[CHRISTIAN LAUGHS.]
You're a model? - I was.
- Great.
I'd like to apologize for the receptionist.
She can be a real bitch.
- Dr.
Troy - Do it again, you're fired.
- Shall we? - Yeah.
Please don't fire her on my account.
Women always seem to treat me like that.
Maybe I'll give her a raise.
[SIGHS.]
Maybe I should bang the shit out of you right here on this desk.
WILLOW: Dr.
Troy? Dr.
Troy? Excuse me.
Yes.
So What can I do for you, Miss Banks? I'd ask you what you don't like about yourself but you look pretty good to me.
- Well, that's exactly the problem.
- Right.
I'm tired of all the attention I get because of the way I look.
I'm tired of every guy I meet either being too intimidated to talk to me or think that he can just stroll up and ask me out.
I can't tell you how many times a guy has tried some cheesy pickup line or howled like a dog as I've walked by.
Is it too much to ask for just a little conversation before telling me that you're envisioning me naked? And I'm tired of not having any girlfriends because they think I make them look bad.
I just I can't be perfect anymore.
- I wanna be un-perfect.
- Un-perfect? Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard.
People come in every day asking for what you have.
- They want your face.
- Well, I don't.
Not any longer.
It's just too much pressure, Dr.
Troy.
I feel like I'm on-stage all the time.
I even quit modeling and that hasn't helped.
For once in my life, I just wanna be able to walk down the street and be ignored.
I wanna be normal looking.
I wanna be average.
What about putting on a couple pounds? A double cheeseburger, something like that.
- I don't eat red meats.
- Ice cream.
- I'm lactose intolerant.
- Jesus.
You know what I'm talking about.
Just take worse care of yourself.
- Like some nuts? - No, thanks.
Come on, you might enjoy it.
Look, I said I wanted to be unbeautiful, not unhealthy.
- Okay.
- I have tried to make superficial changes.
I'm not wearing any makeup.
I haven't washed my hair in like a week.
I mean, look at what I'm wearing, for chrissakes.
And still, your parking valet gave me his phone number.
Well, you'll just have to try a little harder, because looking the way you look I would never touch you with a scalpel.
And good luck finding a doctor who would.
[SIGHS.]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Whoa, hello.
- Do you want me to come back? - No, no, no.
Come in.
- Sure? - I just got a little carried away.
- Working out? - Yeah.
It's kind of a metaphor for my life these days.
- You want some water? - No, thanks.
I'm good.
I just keep running and running without a clue where I'm going.
Well, at least you care about your health and your body.
Christian's at home lying on the couch, drinking beer like a fat slob.
- He says he's given up.
- Maybe that's his way of saying he's happy.
Or maybe it's his way of telling me he doesn't care what I think.
Well, he is proud of you, Kimber.
I suppose.
Well, okay, I hope you like what I've put together.
Do you mind? - No, no.
Yeah.
Yeah.
- Yeah? First one.
Ah.
Now, see, this is a little more Christian than me.
Don't you think? All right.
Well, what are your tastes? Like, how would you describe Sean McNamara? - Well, how would I know? I'm just a doctor.
- You're more than that.
What about, like, an artsy, intellectual, mid-century type of guy? - No.
- No? Okay.
Or you could do kind of a homey, kick-back, country-French look.
Do I need to go to therapy just to get some furniture for this place? You know, that's why I hired you.
No.
It's just In design school, they really emphasize on listening to the client.
You know, like your likes, dislikes, colors.
Yeah, well, this particular client has no self.
It seems he's arrived at his 45th year with no opinions or tastes of his own.
He spent too much time in everyone else's shadow.
Kimber, just do your thing.
You know, whatever you think.
Let your imagination go.
You have my permission.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
Well, I think I can do something in here.
Thank you.
I promise you, I'm going to blow you away with this place, okay? I have total faith in you.
- Thanks.
I'll see you later.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- See you.
- See you.
CHRISTIAN: This guy really is a miracle.
SEAN: Oh, absolutely.
Ninety-nine percent of comas that last more than three years are permanent.
CHRISTIAN: No, I mean, because he can steal $40,000 from us just lying on this table, it's miraculous.
SEAN: This is not a typical pro-bono case.
The wear and tear on his face is completely out of the norm because of his prone position.
Okay, we're doing a rhytidectomy with an SMAS plication.
CHRISTIAN: You're right.
We can now corner the market on Rip Van Winkles.
Very impressive.
We have a lot of new expenses.
I was just trying to be responsible.
SEAN: At this point in my life l'm not compromising on work I find interesting and rewarding so you can have new toys.
I don't know why you're worried about money.
I just got Kimber's first bill.
CHRISTIAN: Unlike Mr.
Kenney, you're not a charity case, okay? Did you think she was gonna work for free? SEAN: There's a difference between pro bono and bleeding me dry.
I'm her first client and I only hired her as a favor to you.
CHRISTIAN: If I had known you'd be such a pain in the ass I never would have suggested it in the first place.
SEAN: You know what, why don't you just leave? CHRISTIAN: Huh? SEAN: I'd like to finish on my own.
LIZ: Are you serious? SEAN: I'm tired of the witty banter the back-and-forth, and you telling me all the ways I'm making your life difficult.
If you don't mind, I'd like to spend some time focusing on my work.
CHRISTIAN: Are you serious? SEAN: Yes.
CHRISTIAN: Fine.
CHRISTIAN: Jesus.
KIMBER: No, wait a second.
Don't push it.
It's gonna get dirty.
Don't tell me you're redoing the living room again.
No, this is for Sean.
I have to go there later and finish.
Well, I thought we were gonna stay home and watch some television together.
Honey, I told you I have a client deadline.
"Client.
" He's not a client, he's Sean.
Only reason he gave you the job was because I asked him to in the first place.
Well, that's not what he told me.
Okay.
Damn it, I can't find the swatches.
Christian, why do you have to ruin everything for me? Look, I told Sean to call you before you got booked up.
That's all, all right? This is what I was worried about, by the way.
I mean, you working again was supposed to make you feel happy, not miserable.
Now you're feeling miserable, then I feel miserable, and It's not good.
Maybe we should spend more time together or something.
Yeah, how we gonna spend time together with that giant gut of yours in between us? What? - I don't have a gut.
- And that stubble you've got going on.
Do you think I like that rubbing in between my legs? - I thought you liked the beard.
- I'm not talking about your beard.
I'm talking about your balls.
You used to shave them for me.
Now I'm lucky if you even run a comb through your hair before you leave the house.
This whole new Christian look isn't exactly working for me.
So maybe if you could rediscover a brush, or, I don't know, maybe a razor.
Until then, you're not doing me either.
Okay? Oh, don't wait up for me, because I'm gonna be late.
- You look good.
- Hey.
Sorry, I, uh Linda gave me this.
And I used to think the Walkman was cool.
Have a seat.
Just want a last little look.
Send you on your way with a clean bill of health.
My mom started crying.
She said looking at me made her feel 20 years younger.
Well, I don't know about 20.
We definitely chopped off at least 10.
So, what's next on your agenda? It's all pretty weird, you know? All my friends have grown and have families and careers.
And a lot of them have moved away.
So I really wanna meet someone my own age.
Early 20's maybe.
I don't wanna aim too high.
I figured I'd go to the clubs and see if I was any better of a dancer than I used to be.
- Any suggestions? - No, not really.
I travel in a slightly older circle.
- Best of luck though.
- Thank you.
I feel like a freak.
I have no idea what girls like today.
You know, texting, cell phones, Google.
It's all pretty nerve-racking.
It's kind of like riding a bike.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
Except I've never ridden a bike, so to speak.
- So you're? - Yeah, I'm a 40-year-old virgin.
[GROANS.]
Could have been worse, could have died one.
I know a place that you might like.
They even let old guys like me in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Oh, hi.
- Hi.
- Um Did you come find me to tell me that you changed your mind about my surgery? No, actually, I came to change your mind about the surgery.
That won't happen.
I already have two more appointments with plastic surgeons next week, Dr.
Troy.
You can call me Christian.
I'm not here as your doctor.
You do like wine, don't you? - Yeah.
- Yeah? Well, this is a Really nice.
Goes perfectly with the Colonel's special recipe.
- I've already eaten.
But thank you.
- Oh, okay.
Well, that's more for me.
- What are you doing? - Huh? It's Saturday night.
- How do you know I'm not going out? - You don't like aggressive men.
And there's more aggressive and drunk men out on a Saturday than any other night of the week.
So why don't you do us a favor? Quit your yapping, grab a couple of glasses and a corkscrew and sit your little ass down on the couch.
It seems like I don't have to go out to find an aggressive man.
Okay.
Come to papa.
[CHUCKLES.]
WILLOW: I don't think I've had fried chicken since I was in, like, high school.
At least you're removing the skin.
That's where all the fat is.
That's where all the taste is.
Okay.
[MOANING.]
Mmm.
Wow.
- You sure you don't wanna try some of this? - Yeah.
No.
[CHRISTIAN CHEWING AND MOANING.]
Okay.
Give me one of those.
CHRISTIAN: Mm-hm.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
This new music's pretty cool.
Who is this? To tell you the truth I think the last time I brought a CD, you were still awake.
I'm mostly into pop music from the late '80s.
You know, Phil Collins, Richard Marx.
There was an innocence to it.
It sucked.
The girls dress a lot better now though.
Yeah.
You woke up at just the right time.
This is the slut generation.
Most of these girls, their role models are famous for having sex tapes.
My partner's really the expert in these places.
Well, what would he do now? Hi.
I'm Dr.
Sean McNamara.
I'm a plastic surgeon.
Are you guys narcs? - What do we do now? - Now we get drunk.
Tequila.
The best you have.
CHRISTIAN: Tomorrow, I'm introducing you to a triple-stuffed burrito with sour cream.
I think we should buy a KFC franchise together.
Settle down somewhere like Fresno and never be heard from again.
Sounds good.
Fat and happy ever after.
Fat and happy and ugly.
[CHRISTIAN CLEARS THROAT.]
Hey.
Wait a second.
I have an idea.
[SIGHS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CLATTERING.]
[WATER RUNNING.]
You'd better not be puking your guts out in there.
You don't have anything sweet, do you? [WATER RUNNING.]
[WATER STOPS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
- So, what do you think? - Hm? Holy shit.
I can't believe I did it.
But I did it.
It worked.
I'm ugly, right? You're, um impulsive.
Which is very hot.
[WILLOW CHUCKLES.]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
This place is awesome.
Hey, how's it going? Hey.
I gotta I gotta get out of here.
You stay.
I'm gonna go.
What the hell? [DOOR CLOSES.]
- Oh, hey.
- Oh, I didn't know you'd still be here.
It took a lot longer than I thought it was going to.
Actually, the movers just left.
So, what do you think? Oh, you hate it.
Oh This is how you see me? Well, old-fashioned gentleman with a hint of old-world glamour.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Old-fashioned, old-world.
"Old" pretty much says it, right? Sean.
Think of Clark Gable or Rudolph Valentino.
If those guys had a bachelor pad, they'd totally decorate it like this.
[SEAN SIGHS.]
All right, you hate it.
I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted.
I just wanted to make you feel special.
[SIGHS.]
Kimber l'm so caught up in myself, I wasn't thinking.
You know, now that I'm really looking at it, it is pretty great.
You got me.
Or somebody I'd like to be.
- No, you're just saying that.
- No, no, no.
It's completely different from anything I could have imagined but strangely right.
I think I'll like coming home to this.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh, that's great.
Oh, Sean, thank you.
My God, you have no idea how hard I have worked on this.
You are talented, Kimber.
Well, tell that to Christian.
He hates the way I redid the house.
- Or "our house.
" Whatever.
- Well, he can be tough.
I'm terrified of making mistakes, right? Like, I completely lose my instincts.
I don't know who he is, I don't know who I am or us as a couple.
It's just so frustrating.
But thanks for being sweet and making me feel confident.
Doesn't take much.
A little sunshine, a little water.
Look what you did.
Well Um You know, I did the library back there and it has this beautiful dark carved wood Show me the bedroom first.
KIMBER: I came here to tell you that we can't do this again.
SEAN: Oh, yeah, we can't do this anymore, you're right.
KIMBER: I mean, like, we're bad.
Like, this is really bad.
I know, we're the worst.
How come I don't feel guilty? [SEAN CHUCKLES.]
KIMBER: Oh [CLATTERING.]
Wait.
Is that him? Is that Christian? Yeah.
We're only separated by this wall.
I like it.
[BOTH MOANING.]
Not even fast food? - You gotta eat.
- I need to go to surgery.
I'll have you back in a flash.
- In a flash? - Mm-hm.
Come on.
A big old burrito smothered in guacamole and sour cream.
[LAUGHING.]
- Okay.
- Yeah? Pull the car around front and I'll meet you downstairs.
[KIMBER & SEAN LAUGHING.]
Sean, who the hell you banging in there? - Oh, just your wife, sweetheart.
- Hey, what's up? - What the hell you doing here? - She's doing a good job on the apartment I wanted to ask her advice on a new desk.
I'm tired of glass.
I wanna warm it up in here.
- Why is it locked? - Um Oh, I had just mentioned to Sean about the new brushed-nickel door hardware so I must have just, you know, hit the button.
Brushed nickel? Look, no changes without me, okay? I gotta go take care of something I forgot to take care of before.
If I'm not back in time, just start surgery without me, okay? Ahem.
"No changes without my okay.
" What kind of ego trip is he on? Well, it's always gotta be the Christian Troy show, even my office.
You were very cool, my dear.
- Well, it's all my years of acting.
- Yes.
Okay.
So, Sean, um, I'll get you some tear sheets on the wood desks.
CHRISTIAN: For this stuff, you need to BYOB.
- I don't drink beer, remember? - Mm.
I mean, bring your own Beano.
Eating like a pig is one thing, smelling like them is another.
- Stinky women are a real turnoff.
- I'll keep that in mind.
CHRISTIAN: All right.
We got everything here.
When do you have to be back at work? Whenever.
It's not like my partner has anywhere else to go.
Then let's hit a matinee.
We'll waste the whole afternoon.
Movie theaters are one of the only places I can really relax.
Because you sit in the dark and nobody bothers you? Maybe.
Or maybe I just like Jujyfruits.
[LAUGHS.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO.]
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Alien Nation.
[MEN LAUGHING.]
[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Hey, have a little respect, buddy boy.
[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Whoa! Go, go.
DRIVER: You messed up my car.
You know, you can slow down now.
I can't do anything to change myself.
I'm so sick of this face.
Jesus.
What are you doing, you crazy bitch? If you wanna kill yourself, fine.
Just let me out of the car.
I'm sorry, Christian, but it's the only thing left for me to do.
Stop the car.
Please, stop the car.
Jesus.
Jesus.
The guys at the ER were all awesome, by the way.
She's lucky she's alive.
That crazy bitch.
- You're driving me batshit, Sean.
- Don't move.
Jesus, it's like waiting to get a shot.
The anticipation is worse than the needle.
Just go ahead and say it, all right? I think with my dick.
I am a dick.
I accept.
It's none of my business.
Since when is me screwing up none of your business? You thrive on it.
That should heal without a scar.
I know you, you can pretend you don't care but I know you do.
That may have been true once.
Come on, you can't tell me you don't wanna know what happened.
I think I'll leave that for Kimber to ask.
She's your wife, she's the one who might be curious.
She's the one who pushed me out the goddamn door.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
CHRISTIAN: So tell me is there anything about me that you still like? I don't think so.
You're a self-righteous little prick, you know that? Did it occur to you that maybe it's you who needs me to be angry at you? Frankly, it never occurred to me.
Good, because I'm done being a substitute for your conscience.
I know you can't change.
So we met at the club.
It was love at first sight.
But then when he told me his story Imagine how much fun it will be to teach him about the last 20 years.
Obama and Britney, all that stuff.
Well, I don't understand, Rupert.
You don't need my consent to have a girlfriend.
- Fiancée, we're engaged.
- Well, engaged to be engaged.
I wanna get McKenzie breast implants.
A diamond is more traditional.
My right one's a little smaller and it sort of has that pancake thing going on.
It's been a struggle her whole life.
Rupert, can I speak to you alone for a moment? - She's awesome, isn't she? - She's using you.
Dude, you're wrong.
We've been doing it nonstop for like two days straight.
Sex is not love, okay? It's usually not even an expression of love.
Sometimes women and men use it for less-than-innocent purposes.
You're just a kid.
You've been asleep for 20 years.
- You don't understand how women work.
- You do? I saw your moves on the dance floor.
Pretty mediocre.
- I was married for 20 years.
- How'd that turn out? I've slept with plenty of women.
The good ones don't ask you to buy them new breasts on the first date.
Thank you for caring, but I am gonna do this.
So do you want my business or what? Okay.
I'll just go get a couple of samples.
I assume she wants D's? - Yeah, how'd you know that? - They always want D's.
[THUD.]
Something's wrong.
I didn't touch him, I swear.
I just wanted new tits.
I didn't touch him.
He slipped back into a coma.
Well, when is he gonna wake up? Oh, my God.
Baby, what happened to you? - Your face.
- I'm fine.
- Your arm.
- I'm fine, seriously.
It's just a few scrapes.
I was in an accident.
I tried calling you.
- You didn't pick up your phone.
- I'm sorry Why didn't you pick up your phone? You always pick up when I call.
I'm sorry, I don't - You're ignoring me? - No.
I get it.
I've been such an asshole lately.
Especially with your thing with Sean.
What thing with Sean? CHRISTIAN: Huh.
He's your first real client and l I should I should be supporting you and I'm not.
I'm sorry.
I just - You don't have to apologize.
- No, I do.
I'm sorry, okay? - Well - Please.
Okay.
Where's your car? Is it totaled? No, it wasn't my car.
I was a passenger in somebody else's car.
Well, are they okay? Who was it? They're fine.
I mean, I think, you know.
It was a client, Willow Banks.
- The model? - Yeah.
Yeah.
You were in a car with Willow Banks during the day - Yeah.
when you're supposed to be at work? CHRISTIAN: Mm-hm.
Good news is I didn't have any lunch so I think I lost about 5 pounds.
Phew.
Maybe I should go take a shower.
Maybe you should make it a cold one.
I guess it worked after all, huh? I wanted people to stop looking.
And now if they do, they turn away, just like you did with their eyes full of pity and disgust.
They still don't see me.
Well, I guess going through a windshield at 110 miles an hour was the answer all along.
Who knew? I need to talk to you.
Please.
WILLOW: My parents sent me to this exclusive all-girls prep school.
The rich kids would always dress like they were poor.
Slumming it.
It was fun for them, you know? Cool to reject the values you'd grown up with.
- Are you coming to a point anytime soon? - When you have money it's easy to romanticize not having any.
And when you're beautiful, well, it's easy wanting to give that up too.
The romance of ugliness.
All I wanted was to know that when someone looked at me they were actually seeing me.
Not just some image they could place on their mantelpiece or show off to their friends, or brag about having screwed.
You need to get help, Willow.
Serious help.
I told you that.
- I'm not the one you should be coming to.
- But you understand me.
- You're just like me.
- Bullshit.
I'm not trying to carve out my face or endanger other people.
Then why were you with me, huh? You wanted to destroy yourself too.
In your own little passive-aggressive way, because you're pissed.
You know that all the success you've ever had wasn't because of what you did or who you were.
It's always been about the way you look.
Just make me beautiful again.
Fix me.
Give it back to me.
I can't live looking like this.
Willow, you need to listen to me, there is no doctor alive who can make you beautiful again.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Where's my treadmill? - I had it moved to the Malibu house.
Your apartment's too small for it.
And I was hoping Christian might take a hint.
[KIMBER SIGHS.]
- I gotta get going.
- No, no, no, just go back to sleep, come on.
- Christian's gonna start to worry.
- No, he won't.
Just a few more minutes.
Okay.
Will you wake me up in 15 minutes? Promise me you're not gonna fall asleep.
Don't worry, I'm wide awake.
[TREADMILL BEEPING AND ACCELERATING.]
MAN: I woke up, I didn't know where I was.
Didn't know who I was.
[SEAN SIGHS.]
MAN: Couldn't believe I'd slept through most of my life.
I'd been unconscious for 22 years.
It was 1989.
I was 18.
And the accident happened at a construction site, is that right? Yes.
It was a summer job.
I was installing a church steeple.
A crane collapsed.
I don't even remember it hitting me.
One second it was a beautiful day, the next, pfft, lights out.
And what exactly is it that brought you here? What don't you like about yourself? Jesus, man, look at me.
I'm ancient.
Even though my body was alive for 40 years, I was only awake for 18.
And you wanna look like an 18-year-old again.
I am an 18-year-old.
I had plans before I went in the coma.
I was gonna go to college.
I was gonna meet a girl, have a family, have a career.
- Mr.
Kenney - See? That's I'm a "Mister.
" I'm a "Mister" now.
[SIGHS.]
I look in the mirror and I see this old man looking back at me and I'm like, "Who are you? How? Who put me in your body?" [SCOFFS.]
I need you to make the outside match the inside.
You can give me a chance to live all those years that I lost for the first time fully awake.
You can give me back my life.
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV.]
- Why aren't you getting ready? - Ready for what? I have a meet and greet at the Pacific Design Center tonight.
I told you this a week ago.
You don't remember? Christian, this is really important.
I need to make contacts tonight.
And I had all of these business cards made.
"Over 15 years experience.
" In what? Well, I had a life before you and I met.
- I designed all my own movie sets.
- Oh, okay.
Well, you haven't exactly thanked me for what I've done here.
Can't imagine how that slipped my mind.
Look, I know it takes a little bit of getting used to but in the over-crowded markets in L.
A.
, you need to make bold style choices.
[TURNS TV OFF.]
And speaking of style, could you please get up off the couch and go get dressed? [TURNS TV ON.]
This is the third time you tried to drag me out this week.
I didn't get married so you could get me in a suit and have me rub elbows with the great unwashed.
[TURNS TV OFF.]
Give me that.
Look, I got the house, the job, the beautiful wife.
Just let me relax and enjoy my life.
[TURNS TV ON.]
Okay.
Awesome ball game last night.
You get to catch it? - That's you? - Huh? You stink.
- And you look like shit.
- Thank you.
You know how long it took me to get ready this morning? Three minutes.
Got to catch SportsCenter for the first time in months didn't cut myself shaving, didn't have to swing by the dry-cleaner's on my way.
Yeah, maybe you should have.
I am done getting up at 6 every day, getting ready for work, shower, shave.
Do the hair, press the suit.
All that bullshit's hard on a man.
Why you looking at that thing? Trying to find a bed.
I only have a mattress on the floor right now.
A man over 30 should never buy anything that he has to put together particularly from the Swedes.
Julia used to buy our furniture.
Never really had to do this before.
Never had my own place until now.
Call my wife.
She, apparently, is an interior designer now.
- Kimber? - Matter of fact you'd be doing me a huge favor.
She's been a real pain in the ass.
Do you mind giving her a buzz? Huh? Excuse me.
I've been waiting for a half hour.
Should I reschedule? I told you already, we'll be with you as soon as we can.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss? - Banks.
- Banks.
- Willow Banks.
Willow Banks.
Wow, beautiful.
Dr.
Christian Troy.
[CHRISTIAN LAUGHS.]
You're a model? - I was.
- Great.
I'd like to apologize for the receptionist.
She can be a real bitch.
- Dr.
Troy - Do it again, you're fired.
- Shall we? - Yeah.
Please don't fire her on my account.
Women always seem to treat me like that.
Maybe I'll give her a raise.
[SIGHS.]
Maybe I should bang the shit out of you right here on this desk.
WILLOW: Dr.
Troy? Dr.
Troy? Excuse me.
Yes.
So What can I do for you, Miss Banks? I'd ask you what you don't like about yourself but you look pretty good to me.
- Well, that's exactly the problem.
- Right.
I'm tired of all the attention I get because of the way I look.
I'm tired of every guy I meet either being too intimidated to talk to me or think that he can just stroll up and ask me out.
I can't tell you how many times a guy has tried some cheesy pickup line or howled like a dog as I've walked by.
Is it too much to ask for just a little conversation before telling me that you're envisioning me naked? And I'm tired of not having any girlfriends because they think I make them look bad.
I just I can't be perfect anymore.
- I wanna be un-perfect.
- Un-perfect? Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard.
People come in every day asking for what you have.
- They want your face.
- Well, I don't.
Not any longer.
It's just too much pressure, Dr.
Troy.
I feel like I'm on-stage all the time.
I even quit modeling and that hasn't helped.
For once in my life, I just wanna be able to walk down the street and be ignored.
I wanna be normal looking.
I wanna be average.
What about putting on a couple pounds? A double cheeseburger, something like that.
- I don't eat red meats.
- Ice cream.
- I'm lactose intolerant.
- Jesus.
You know what I'm talking about.
Just take worse care of yourself.
- Like some nuts? - No, thanks.
Come on, you might enjoy it.
Look, I said I wanted to be unbeautiful, not unhealthy.
- Okay.
- I have tried to make superficial changes.
I'm not wearing any makeup.
I haven't washed my hair in like a week.
I mean, look at what I'm wearing, for chrissakes.
And still, your parking valet gave me his phone number.
Well, you'll just have to try a little harder, because looking the way you look I would never touch you with a scalpel.
And good luck finding a doctor who would.
[SIGHS.]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Whoa, hello.
- Do you want me to come back? - No, no, no.
Come in.
- Sure? - I just got a little carried away.
- Working out? - Yeah.
It's kind of a metaphor for my life these days.
- You want some water? - No, thanks.
I'm good.
I just keep running and running without a clue where I'm going.
Well, at least you care about your health and your body.
Christian's at home lying on the couch, drinking beer like a fat slob.
- He says he's given up.
- Maybe that's his way of saying he's happy.
Or maybe it's his way of telling me he doesn't care what I think.
Well, he is proud of you, Kimber.
I suppose.
Well, okay, I hope you like what I've put together.
Do you mind? - No, no.
Yeah.
Yeah.
- Yeah? First one.
Ah.
Now, see, this is a little more Christian than me.
Don't you think? All right.
Well, what are your tastes? Like, how would you describe Sean McNamara? - Well, how would I know? I'm just a doctor.
- You're more than that.
What about, like, an artsy, intellectual, mid-century type of guy? - No.
- No? Okay.
Or you could do kind of a homey, kick-back, country-French look.
Do I need to go to therapy just to get some furniture for this place? You know, that's why I hired you.
No.
It's just In design school, they really emphasize on listening to the client.
You know, like your likes, dislikes, colors.
Yeah, well, this particular client has no self.
It seems he's arrived at his 45th year with no opinions or tastes of his own.
He spent too much time in everyone else's shadow.
Kimber, just do your thing.
You know, whatever you think.
Let your imagination go.
You have my permission.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
Well, I think I can do something in here.
Thank you.
I promise you, I'm going to blow you away with this place, okay? I have total faith in you.
- Thanks.
I'll see you later.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- See you.
- See you.
CHRISTIAN: This guy really is a miracle.
SEAN: Oh, absolutely.
Ninety-nine percent of comas that last more than three years are permanent.
CHRISTIAN: No, I mean, because he can steal $40,000 from us just lying on this table, it's miraculous.
SEAN: This is not a typical pro-bono case.
The wear and tear on his face is completely out of the norm because of his prone position.
Okay, we're doing a rhytidectomy with an SMAS plication.
CHRISTIAN: You're right.
We can now corner the market on Rip Van Winkles.
Very impressive.
We have a lot of new expenses.
I was just trying to be responsible.
SEAN: At this point in my life l'm not compromising on work I find interesting and rewarding so you can have new toys.
I don't know why you're worried about money.
I just got Kimber's first bill.
CHRISTIAN: Unlike Mr.
Kenney, you're not a charity case, okay? Did you think she was gonna work for free? SEAN: There's a difference between pro bono and bleeding me dry.
I'm her first client and I only hired her as a favor to you.
CHRISTIAN: If I had known you'd be such a pain in the ass I never would have suggested it in the first place.
SEAN: You know what, why don't you just leave? CHRISTIAN: Huh? SEAN: I'd like to finish on my own.
LIZ: Are you serious? SEAN: I'm tired of the witty banter the back-and-forth, and you telling me all the ways I'm making your life difficult.
If you don't mind, I'd like to spend some time focusing on my work.
CHRISTIAN: Are you serious? SEAN: Yes.
CHRISTIAN: Fine.
CHRISTIAN: Jesus.
KIMBER: No, wait a second.
Don't push it.
It's gonna get dirty.
Don't tell me you're redoing the living room again.
No, this is for Sean.
I have to go there later and finish.
Well, I thought we were gonna stay home and watch some television together.
Honey, I told you I have a client deadline.
"Client.
" He's not a client, he's Sean.
Only reason he gave you the job was because I asked him to in the first place.
Well, that's not what he told me.
Okay.
Damn it, I can't find the swatches.
Christian, why do you have to ruin everything for me? Look, I told Sean to call you before you got booked up.
That's all, all right? This is what I was worried about, by the way.
I mean, you working again was supposed to make you feel happy, not miserable.
Now you're feeling miserable, then I feel miserable, and It's not good.
Maybe we should spend more time together or something.
Yeah, how we gonna spend time together with that giant gut of yours in between us? What? - I don't have a gut.
- And that stubble you've got going on.
Do you think I like that rubbing in between my legs? - I thought you liked the beard.
- I'm not talking about your beard.
I'm talking about your balls.
You used to shave them for me.
Now I'm lucky if you even run a comb through your hair before you leave the house.
This whole new Christian look isn't exactly working for me.
So maybe if you could rediscover a brush, or, I don't know, maybe a razor.
Until then, you're not doing me either.
Okay? Oh, don't wait up for me, because I'm gonna be late.
- You look good.
- Hey.
Sorry, I, uh Linda gave me this.
And I used to think the Walkman was cool.
Have a seat.
Just want a last little look.
Send you on your way with a clean bill of health.
My mom started crying.
She said looking at me made her feel 20 years younger.
Well, I don't know about 20.
We definitely chopped off at least 10.
So, what's next on your agenda? It's all pretty weird, you know? All my friends have grown and have families and careers.
And a lot of them have moved away.
So I really wanna meet someone my own age.
Early 20's maybe.
I don't wanna aim too high.
I figured I'd go to the clubs and see if I was any better of a dancer than I used to be.
- Any suggestions? - No, not really.
I travel in a slightly older circle.
- Best of luck though.
- Thank you.
I feel like a freak.
I have no idea what girls like today.
You know, texting, cell phones, Google.
It's all pretty nerve-racking.
It's kind of like riding a bike.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
Except I've never ridden a bike, so to speak.
- So you're? - Yeah, I'm a 40-year-old virgin.
[GROANS.]
Could have been worse, could have died one.
I know a place that you might like.
They even let old guys like me in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Oh, hi.
- Hi.
- Um Did you come find me to tell me that you changed your mind about my surgery? No, actually, I came to change your mind about the surgery.
That won't happen.
I already have two more appointments with plastic surgeons next week, Dr.
Troy.
You can call me Christian.
I'm not here as your doctor.
You do like wine, don't you? - Yeah.
- Yeah? Well, this is a Really nice.
Goes perfectly with the Colonel's special recipe.
- I've already eaten.
But thank you.
- Oh, okay.
Well, that's more for me.
- What are you doing? - Huh? It's Saturday night.
- How do you know I'm not going out? - You don't like aggressive men.
And there's more aggressive and drunk men out on a Saturday than any other night of the week.
So why don't you do us a favor? Quit your yapping, grab a couple of glasses and a corkscrew and sit your little ass down on the couch.
It seems like I don't have to go out to find an aggressive man.
Okay.
Come to papa.
[CHUCKLES.]
WILLOW: I don't think I've had fried chicken since I was in, like, high school.
At least you're removing the skin.
That's where all the fat is.
That's where all the taste is.
Okay.
[MOANING.]
Mmm.
Wow.
- You sure you don't wanna try some of this? - Yeah.
No.
[CHRISTIAN CHEWING AND MOANING.]
Okay.
Give me one of those.
CHRISTIAN: Mm-hm.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
This new music's pretty cool.
Who is this? To tell you the truth I think the last time I brought a CD, you were still awake.
I'm mostly into pop music from the late '80s.
You know, Phil Collins, Richard Marx.
There was an innocence to it.
It sucked.
The girls dress a lot better now though.
Yeah.
You woke up at just the right time.
This is the slut generation.
Most of these girls, their role models are famous for having sex tapes.
My partner's really the expert in these places.
Well, what would he do now? Hi.
I'm Dr.
Sean McNamara.
I'm a plastic surgeon.
Are you guys narcs? - What do we do now? - Now we get drunk.
Tequila.
The best you have.
CHRISTIAN: Tomorrow, I'm introducing you to a triple-stuffed burrito with sour cream.
I think we should buy a KFC franchise together.
Settle down somewhere like Fresno and never be heard from again.
Sounds good.
Fat and happy ever after.
Fat and happy and ugly.
[CHRISTIAN CLEARS THROAT.]
Hey.
Wait a second.
I have an idea.
[SIGHS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CLATTERING.]
[WATER RUNNING.]
You'd better not be puking your guts out in there.
You don't have anything sweet, do you? [WATER RUNNING.]
[WATER STOPS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
- So, what do you think? - Hm? Holy shit.
I can't believe I did it.
But I did it.
It worked.
I'm ugly, right? You're, um impulsive.
Which is very hot.
[WILLOW CHUCKLES.]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
This place is awesome.
Hey, how's it going? Hey.
I gotta I gotta get out of here.
You stay.
I'm gonna go.
What the hell? [DOOR CLOSES.]
- Oh, hey.
- Oh, I didn't know you'd still be here.
It took a lot longer than I thought it was going to.
Actually, the movers just left.
So, what do you think? Oh, you hate it.
Oh This is how you see me? Well, old-fashioned gentleman with a hint of old-world glamour.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Old-fashioned, old-world.
"Old" pretty much says it, right? Sean.
Think of Clark Gable or Rudolph Valentino.
If those guys had a bachelor pad, they'd totally decorate it like this.
[SEAN SIGHS.]
All right, you hate it.
I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted.
I just wanted to make you feel special.
[SIGHS.]
Kimber l'm so caught up in myself, I wasn't thinking.
You know, now that I'm really looking at it, it is pretty great.
You got me.
Or somebody I'd like to be.
- No, you're just saying that.
- No, no, no.
It's completely different from anything I could have imagined but strangely right.
I think I'll like coming home to this.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh, that's great.
Oh, Sean, thank you.
My God, you have no idea how hard I have worked on this.
You are talented, Kimber.
Well, tell that to Christian.
He hates the way I redid the house.
- Or "our house.
" Whatever.
- Well, he can be tough.
I'm terrified of making mistakes, right? Like, I completely lose my instincts.
I don't know who he is, I don't know who I am or us as a couple.
It's just so frustrating.
But thanks for being sweet and making me feel confident.
Doesn't take much.
A little sunshine, a little water.
Look what you did.
Well Um You know, I did the library back there and it has this beautiful dark carved wood Show me the bedroom first.
KIMBER: I came here to tell you that we can't do this again.
SEAN: Oh, yeah, we can't do this anymore, you're right.
KIMBER: I mean, like, we're bad.
Like, this is really bad.
I know, we're the worst.
How come I don't feel guilty? [SEAN CHUCKLES.]
KIMBER: Oh [CLATTERING.]
Wait.
Is that him? Is that Christian? Yeah.
We're only separated by this wall.
I like it.
[BOTH MOANING.]
Not even fast food? - You gotta eat.
- I need to go to surgery.
I'll have you back in a flash.
- In a flash? - Mm-hm.
Come on.
A big old burrito smothered in guacamole and sour cream.
[LAUGHING.]
- Okay.
- Yeah? Pull the car around front and I'll meet you downstairs.
[KIMBER & SEAN LAUGHING.]
Sean, who the hell you banging in there? - Oh, just your wife, sweetheart.
- Hey, what's up? - What the hell you doing here? - She's doing a good job on the apartment I wanted to ask her advice on a new desk.
I'm tired of glass.
I wanna warm it up in here.
- Why is it locked? - Um Oh, I had just mentioned to Sean about the new brushed-nickel door hardware so I must have just, you know, hit the button.
Brushed nickel? Look, no changes without me, okay? I gotta go take care of something I forgot to take care of before.
If I'm not back in time, just start surgery without me, okay? Ahem.
"No changes without my okay.
" What kind of ego trip is he on? Well, it's always gotta be the Christian Troy show, even my office.
You were very cool, my dear.
- Well, it's all my years of acting.
- Yes.
Okay.
So, Sean, um, I'll get you some tear sheets on the wood desks.
CHRISTIAN: For this stuff, you need to BYOB.
- I don't drink beer, remember? - Mm.
I mean, bring your own Beano.
Eating like a pig is one thing, smelling like them is another.
- Stinky women are a real turnoff.
- I'll keep that in mind.
CHRISTIAN: All right.
We got everything here.
When do you have to be back at work? Whenever.
It's not like my partner has anywhere else to go.
Then let's hit a matinee.
We'll waste the whole afternoon.
Movie theaters are one of the only places I can really relax.
Because you sit in the dark and nobody bothers you? Maybe.
Or maybe I just like Jujyfruits.
[LAUGHS.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO.]
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Alien Nation.
[MEN LAUGHING.]
[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Hey, have a little respect, buddy boy.
[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH.]
Whoa! Go, go.
DRIVER: You messed up my car.
You know, you can slow down now.
I can't do anything to change myself.
I'm so sick of this face.
Jesus.
What are you doing, you crazy bitch? If you wanna kill yourself, fine.
Just let me out of the car.
I'm sorry, Christian, but it's the only thing left for me to do.
Stop the car.
Please, stop the car.
Jesus.
Jesus.
The guys at the ER were all awesome, by the way.
She's lucky she's alive.
That crazy bitch.
- You're driving me batshit, Sean.
- Don't move.
Jesus, it's like waiting to get a shot.
The anticipation is worse than the needle.
Just go ahead and say it, all right? I think with my dick.
I am a dick.
I accept.
It's none of my business.
Since when is me screwing up none of your business? You thrive on it.
That should heal without a scar.
I know you, you can pretend you don't care but I know you do.
That may have been true once.
Come on, you can't tell me you don't wanna know what happened.
I think I'll leave that for Kimber to ask.
She's your wife, she's the one who might be curious.
She's the one who pushed me out the goddamn door.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
CHRISTIAN: So tell me is there anything about me that you still like? I don't think so.
You're a self-righteous little prick, you know that? Did it occur to you that maybe it's you who needs me to be angry at you? Frankly, it never occurred to me.
Good, because I'm done being a substitute for your conscience.
I know you can't change.
So we met at the club.
It was love at first sight.
But then when he told me his story Imagine how much fun it will be to teach him about the last 20 years.
Obama and Britney, all that stuff.
Well, I don't understand, Rupert.
You don't need my consent to have a girlfriend.
- Fiancée, we're engaged.
- Well, engaged to be engaged.
I wanna get McKenzie breast implants.
A diamond is more traditional.
My right one's a little smaller and it sort of has that pancake thing going on.
It's been a struggle her whole life.
Rupert, can I speak to you alone for a moment? - She's awesome, isn't she? - She's using you.
Dude, you're wrong.
We've been doing it nonstop for like two days straight.
Sex is not love, okay? It's usually not even an expression of love.
Sometimes women and men use it for less-than-innocent purposes.
You're just a kid.
You've been asleep for 20 years.
- You don't understand how women work.
- You do? I saw your moves on the dance floor.
Pretty mediocre.
- I was married for 20 years.
- How'd that turn out? I've slept with plenty of women.
The good ones don't ask you to buy them new breasts on the first date.
Thank you for caring, but I am gonna do this.
So do you want my business or what? Okay.
I'll just go get a couple of samples.
I assume she wants D's? - Yeah, how'd you know that? - They always want D's.
[THUD.]
Something's wrong.
I didn't touch him, I swear.
I just wanted new tits.
I didn't touch him.
He slipped back into a coma.
Well, when is he gonna wake up? Oh, my God.
Baby, what happened to you? - Your face.
- I'm fine.
- Your arm.
- I'm fine, seriously.
It's just a few scrapes.
I was in an accident.
I tried calling you.
- You didn't pick up your phone.
- I'm sorry Why didn't you pick up your phone? You always pick up when I call.
I'm sorry, I don't - You're ignoring me? - No.
I get it.
I've been such an asshole lately.
Especially with your thing with Sean.
What thing with Sean? CHRISTIAN: Huh.
He's your first real client and l I should I should be supporting you and I'm not.
I'm sorry.
I just - You don't have to apologize.
- No, I do.
I'm sorry, okay? - Well - Please.
Okay.
Where's your car? Is it totaled? No, it wasn't my car.
I was a passenger in somebody else's car.
Well, are they okay? Who was it? They're fine.
I mean, I think, you know.
It was a client, Willow Banks.
- The model? - Yeah.
Yeah.
You were in a car with Willow Banks during the day - Yeah.
when you're supposed to be at work? CHRISTIAN: Mm-hm.
Good news is I didn't have any lunch so I think I lost about 5 pounds.
Phew.
Maybe I should go take a shower.
Maybe you should make it a cold one.
I guess it worked after all, huh? I wanted people to stop looking.
And now if they do, they turn away, just like you did with their eyes full of pity and disgust.
They still don't see me.
Well, I guess going through a windshield at 110 miles an hour was the answer all along.
Who knew? I need to talk to you.
Please.
WILLOW: My parents sent me to this exclusive all-girls prep school.
The rich kids would always dress like they were poor.
Slumming it.
It was fun for them, you know? Cool to reject the values you'd grown up with.
- Are you coming to a point anytime soon? - When you have money it's easy to romanticize not having any.
And when you're beautiful, well, it's easy wanting to give that up too.
The romance of ugliness.
All I wanted was to know that when someone looked at me they were actually seeing me.
Not just some image they could place on their mantelpiece or show off to their friends, or brag about having screwed.
You need to get help, Willow.
Serious help.
I told you that.
- I'm not the one you should be coming to.
- But you understand me.
- You're just like me.
- Bullshit.
I'm not trying to carve out my face or endanger other people.
Then why were you with me, huh? You wanted to destroy yourself too.
In your own little passive-aggressive way, because you're pissed.
You know that all the success you've ever had wasn't because of what you did or who you were.
It's always been about the way you look.
Just make me beautiful again.
Fix me.
Give it back to me.
I can't live looking like this.
Willow, you need to listen to me, there is no doctor alive who can make you beautiful again.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Where's my treadmill? - I had it moved to the Malibu house.
Your apartment's too small for it.
And I was hoping Christian might take a hint.
[KIMBER SIGHS.]
- I gotta get going.
- No, no, no, just go back to sleep, come on.
- Christian's gonna start to worry.
- No, he won't.
Just a few more minutes.
Okay.
Will you wake me up in 15 minutes? Promise me you're not gonna fall asleep.
Don't worry, I'm wide awake.
[TREADMILL BEEPING AND ACCELERATING.]