Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 1, Episode 10 - Adelle Coffin - full transcript

Sean is shocked Christian, who operates a patient with hospital phobia whose fingers got severed, switched middle- and index finger and didn't even admit it when Liz pointed the error out; Christian now completely loses his professional self-respect. Megan's doctor warns her the benefits of treatments no longer outweigh the contras; tired of fighting she decides after throwing up in a fancy restaurant she wants euthanasia. Sumner Charles asks a scrotum lift, his fiancée Mrs. Grubman a vaginal rejuvenation, and demands both under her free deal but Sean must do her. Both surgeons and Merril Bobolit must take an official 10-yearly test, on cadaver heads; Troy fears he'll fail because his, an old lady, is too small, so Sean suggests he practices- hearing about a similar woman's recent accident, he goes to the morgue for the Jane Doe- the night clerk allows it in exchange for a chin job. Sean imagines his cadaver head starts talking to him about Megan and Julia, which convinces him to help Megan commit suicide pain-free by OD, but then guilt ruins his concentration so he walks out at the exam: fighter Christian passes, he the perfectionist fails. After Megans memorial service, Sean confirms Julias suspicions they had an affair- she says she couldn't actually commit her intended infidelity, and is too heart-broken to take him back.

Christian: marker.

Thank you.

Scalpel.

Thumb.

Liz: lawnmower?

Christian: garbage disposal.

Guy's a plumber.

The power surged, and suddenly

He's picking his nose with his

Elbow.

Liz: no room at the e.R.?



Christian: hospital phobic.

He caught a nasty staph

Infection at county last year.

I took the cold call an hour

Ago.

I am happy to take the cold,

Hard cash.

Maestro, some music, please.

[Rock 'n' roll playing]

[Machinery whirring]

Nurse: how much have you lost?

Liz: 15 pounds.

I make a toast as we speak.

Atkins.



Christian: would you hens quit

Squawking?

I'm trying to concentrate here.

Liz: well, you better

Concentrate harder, christian.

You attached those wrong.

Oh, my god.

You put the index finger where

The middle finger should be.

Christian: no, i didn't.

Liz: yes, you did, christian.

He's a two-Sy.

Look at his other hand.

The middle finger is longer

Than the index finger.

Christian: liz, didn't you just

Get lasik surgery?

Liz: 2 weeks ago.

Christian: well, go back.

It didn't work.

Liz: ok, this is bullshit.

I'm getting sean.

* fear of butterflies, baby, at

Home at night,

My temperature's starting to

Rise... *

Christian: hey, dad, here to

Pull over the car?

Sean: oh, christ.

Christian: what?

Sean: liz is right.

You attached these fingers

Incorrectly.

* just one love,

I was a bad mess... *

Christian: it's a matter of

Millimeters.

I don't see--

Sean: that's the problem,

Christian.

Not only do you not see

The error, but you'd rather

Argue than correct it.

Christian: i'll fix it.

Sean: no, i'll fix it.

You can assist.

Christian: it's my patient.

Sean: who's already been under

Anesthesia for 4 hours.

You want to aim for 8, or do

You want to swallow your pride

And let me knock it out in 6?

* whoo! *

Liz: well, at least he got

The thumb right.

Sean: 15 blade.

* tall walkin' big black cat *

Sean: better hope your

Assignment at recertification

Next week isn't digit

Microsurgery.

Hey, you had a rough month--

The priest, the kimber incident.

You just need a vacation.

Christian: don't make excuses

For me, sean.

Let's just finally say out loud

What we've both known for years.

I am a goddamn terrible surgeon.

Why do you even want to be my

Partner, anyway?

Sean: i'm proud of the business

We started from nothing.

We're self-Made men.

You said it best a couple of

Months ago, christian.

We fit.

You're the planner...

christian: and you're

The talent.

I've slid by on your skill for

Years, and we both know it.

I was in the bottom 10 percent

Of our class, sean.

The only reason i passed was

Because you tutored me and

Wouldn't give up until i'd

Learned it.

But i never became it.

I'm a mimic.

I'm a myna bird with a scalpel.

No, no, worse.

I'm bobolit in better suits.

I don't excel at anything--

Relationships, my profession.

All i have to offer is a great

Smile and a convincing line of

Bullshit.

* ah *

* make me

Beautiful *

* make me

A perfect soul,

A perfect mind,

A perfect face,

A perfect

Life *

Doctor: i've been going over

Your q-Twist.

Megan: my what?

Doctor: your q-Twist.

It's a statistical method that

Provides a measure of survival

Time weighted by a patient's

Quality of life.

Quality time without symptoms

And toxicity--Q-Twist.

Megan: that's very clever.

Doctor: and useful.

It's how we determine if

An alternative course of

Treatment is warranted.

Sean: if? There's no if unless

It's followed by a then.

If tamoxophen doesn't work,

Then we try something else--

Experimental trials, clinical

Trials.

I'm a doctor.

I'll pull whatever strings

I need to.

Doctor: dr. Mcnamara, when

You compare the patient's

Overall survival with his or

Her clinical health state--

Sean: the patient's name is

Megan.

Doctor: yes, and according to

Megan's q-Twist--

Megan: she'd be better off dead.

Doctor: megan, there are always

Ways of fighting.

It's entirely up to you to

Decide whether the benefits

Outweigh the costs.

Sean: could you give us

A minute, please?

Doctor: certainly.

[Door closes]

Sean: we should go somewhere

And talk about options, what we

Want to do.

Megan: i can't, sean.

I'm exhausted.

I--All the chemo that i didn't

Want to have again because

I knew it wouldn't work this

Time...

sean: ok.

We'll do it tonight after you

Rest.

We made plans to celebrate your

Last treatment.

Now we'll celebrate you finding

A new doctor.

Here.

[Sighs]

Christian: mr. Charles, tell me

What you don't like about

Yourself.

Mr. Charles: let me see.

I should be more patient with

My grandkids, and i shouldn't

Take my golf game so damn

Seriously.

Mrs. Grubman: darling, no need

For the windy analysis.

Dr. Troy just wants to make sure

That you want a scrotal lift,

That you're not doing it just

For me.

Mr. Charles: well, sure.

It's never too late to look

Good.

I wouldn't mind having

The cousin spruced up and lifted

Off the floor.

Woman, laughing: oh,

Isn't he just a doll?

Now, dr. Troy, write this down.

We need to reserve both beds in

The recovery suite.

Christian: why?

Mrs. Grubman: well, because

I will be recuperating as well

From my vaginal rejuvenation.

You see, dr. Troy, just because

Sumner and i are gonna grow

Old together doesn't mean

We have to look old.

Strip us naked, it's like

The pit and the pendulum.

We just want to freshen up

Before the wedding.

Christian: you two are engaged?

Ah, congratulations.

Mrs. Grubman: i've never been

Wealthier--On every level.

Sumner: ha ha!

And as you know, dr. Troy,

Free is a word that us wealthy

Folks just--Just love.

Mrs. Grubman: mmm.

Christian: mrs. Grubman, we are

Obligated and, in fact,

Delighted to do all of your

Cosmetic surgeries, but it does

Not include operations for your

Friends and fiance.

Mrs. Grubman: oh, yes, it does,

Dr. Troy.

And don't think for one minute

I can't call up my lawyer next

Week or even a year from now and

Say, "oh, the veils have fallen

From my eyes.

I now see that we have to sue

Mcnamara-Troy for every cent

They have."

Sumner: ha!

Isn't she a tiger?

Christian: your fiancee is very

Persuasive.

Mrs. Grubman: which rhymes with

"Invasive," which i'm sorry to

Say, dr. Troy, is a risk i can't

Run with you again.

Christian: sorry?

Mrs. Grubman: well, of course,

You can lift sumner's testicles.

I read the literature on that.

It's a simple tuck.

But i'm going to need

Dr. Mcnamara to perform

My operation.

Well, at least that way, i'll

Have some confidence that

I won't wake up with a cautery

Tip lodged in my uterus.

[Sumner laughs]

[People chattering]

Woman: that check?

Nonrefundable.

Even if you fail

Recertification.

Also, you should be aware that

If you do fail, you have to

Block out another week of

Afternoons to take the test

Again, and you can't practice

Until you pass it.

Christian: thanks.

Woman: don't forget your scrubs

And your instruments.

Merril: recertifications every

10 years?

Boys, we have got to stop

Meeting like this.

I haven't seen you two since--

Christian: since graduation.

My, how time and hairlines fly.

Sean: actually, that's not true,

Christian.

You've seen him several times.

The billboards?

Featuring you and 2 strippers

With hindenburgs in their

Chests.

Classy stuff, merril.

You're really upgrading

The image of an already

Beleaguered profession.

Congratulations.

Merril: sean, ow.

Retract those claws.

No, wait, you can't.

Now that i'm stealing all your

Business, you need them to

Scratch out a living.

Sean, just a warning.

I may be forced to tell

The teacher if i catch you

Cheating off my paper.

Or should i say head?

[Classical music playing]

Man: doctors, please introduce

Yourselves to your patients.

Merril: great.

I get the fat chick.

Proctor: from experience, we

Know that many of you find

Operating on a cadaver's head to

Be an impersonal, somewhat

Unsettling experience.

We want to help with that, so

At this time, if you wish,

Please feel free to examine

Your cadaver's personal

Biography.

Proctor: yes?

Christian: i'd like another

Head, please.

Proctor: why?

Christian: i have large hands,

And as you can see, this is

The head of a small person.

I won't be able to properly

Manipulate the cranium, see?

Proctor: dr. Troy, we only have

A certain number of bodies

Donated to science.

To match a cadaver's head

With every surgeon was no small

Feat.

We had to put out a call to

4 counties to make sure we had

Enough.

I'm sorry, but you're just

Gonna have to make this work.

[Merril laughs]

Proctor: ladies and gentlemen,

The first operation for boards

Is the rhinoplasty.

You have one hour.

And...

begin.

[Tapping]

[Classical music playing]

Sean: if you'd rather not

Discuss this now, we don't have

To, but i'm just saying i went

To med school with this guy in

Atlanta who's been combining

Insulin potentiation therapy

With this new drug ukraine.

Megan: is that debussy or

Scriabin?

I always get them confused.

Sean: uh, i wasn't listening.

Megan: i know.

Megan: close your eyes.

Megan: i used to play that when

I was a little girl.

Sean: it's beautiful, megan.

Megan: it's funny.

I hardly ever pay attention to

The music in a restaurant.

Sean: you haven't been on a lot

Of bad dates.

I've heard some entire

Symphonies during some awkward

Silences.

Sean: more?

Megan: no, but feel free.

Waiter: excuse me. Are you done?

Megan: yes. Thank you.

Sean: you sure? You barely ate.

Waiter: i could leave it here

If you like.

Megan: no, really, it's fine.

Sean: you want to take it home?

You may get hungry later.

Megan: shit.

Sean: uh...

sorry.

Waiter: please, don't worry

About it.

We'll get this taken care of.

Sean: i shouldn't have made you

Come.

You said you were tired.

Megan: are you kidding?

I've been trying to get

A reservation at this place for

Years.

That'll teach 'em, damn snobs.

[Both laugh]

Megan: at least it was romantic.

Sean: things'll get better.

[Megan sighs]

Megan: you know, i don't think

So.

And neither do you.

My body is expressing its

Opinion very clearly--

Uncontrollable vomiting,

Loss of all my senses,

Diminished lucidity, a dramatic

Increase in pain, and a pretty

Excruciating death.

Sean: and i will be there with

You every step of the way.

Megan: that's going to make it

Pretty hard to keep this thing

Under wraps.

If you're rushing to my sickbed,

Julia's likely to notice

After a while.

I don't want a long-Drawn-Out

Death, sean.

I really don't.

I want a quick and peaceful one

That's under my control.

Sean: that's what we all hope

For.

Megan: i'm going to do more

Than hope.

[Machine beeping]

Christian: can you believe that

Bitch insinuating i'm

A terrible surgeon while she's

Blackmailing me?

You're the one who left the

Cautery tip in her gut, not me.

I've done some of my best work

On the grim reaper in there.

If it weren't for me, she'd

Look her age.

Well, screw her.

I may slip up now and then, but

I am not devoid of skill.

You may be the carpenter champ,

But i am the construction

Worker around here.

I lay the foundations that you

Refine.

Sean: that's right.

Christian: i'm going to pass

The recertification.

I'm going to work harder, be

Less complacent.

I'm going to apply myself and

Not coast by anymore on slick.

[Water running]

We have to switch heads.

[Sean turns off water]

Sean: what?

Christian: i cannot pass with

These big mitts and that midget

Head, sean.

Sean: you operated on

A cadaver head in college.

You passed.

Christian: in college, they let

You slide by on youth and

Hubris.

They're tougher on you in

The recertification.

Let's face it.

I can do a nose job and

Certainly a brilliant tit job,

But you're the cranio-Facial

Man, sean, not me.

You do almost all of our

Face-Lifts.

It's not my specialty, and

Whenever i have done them,

You've been there to supervise.

What am i going to do?

I can't fail, and i can't have

Bobolit laughing at me,

And i can't let grubman be

Right.

Sean: practice makes perfect.

Christian: oh, practice?

Practice on what, sean,

Mr. Potato head?

It's not like i can brush up on

A fetal pig.

There is only one thing to do.

Kill grubman and practice on

Her.

Sean: what did your head die of?

Christian: heart attack. Yours?

Sean: suicide.

You believe in that?

Christian: i think if a person

Is in a great deal of pain,

Physical or spiritual,

And they've exhausted all their

Options, i wouldn't judge them

For it.

I'd say a silent prayer and hope

They found the peace life

Couldn't give them.

I'll assist with the beef

Curtains, and then we'll wheel

In colonel sanders.

Liz: forgive me?

Christian: well, you did save me

From a negligence suit.

Why not?

Liz: the very fact that we can

Continue to coexist in

Semi-Hatred--I am bathed in

Relief.

[Christian laughs]

Christian: anything interesting?

Liz: slow news day.

More scandal in the police

Department.

A little old homeless lady died.

Christian: little?

Liz: a jane doe found unclaimed

And dead underneath a palm at

The beach.

Christian: foul play?

Liz: natural causes.

They think she went to sit down

To rest and kicked.

Poor thing, she had no i.D.

They suspect she was around

80 years old.

Christian: weight?

Liz: 5 foot tall, 98 pounds.

Sad.

[Woman singing indistinctly]

Guard: if you want to see dead

People, you check with me first.

Christian: coroner's office,

Christian troy.

I'm here to investigate

A certain south beach jane doe.

Guard: i.D.?

Christian, laughs: i must've

Left it at home.

Guard: shame.

Christian: look, i'm here on

Official business.

Guard: oh, it's official

Business.

That's different.

Christian: what other kind of

Business would i have with

A corpse?

Guard: monkey business.

2 months ago, i walked in on

A guy getting his freak on with

His dead ex.

Wanted to do it once without

Her criticizing.

Christian: i don't usually get

Criticized.

[Thud]

Guard: i bet you don't--

Not looking like that--

Gucci suit, rolex--

One fancy coroner.

I'm guessing you're either

Moonlighting as an investment

Banker, or you're stealing this

Shit off of dead people.

Now you better tell me what you

Want and why you're here, or

Else i'm going to tell security

That we have a problem with

A male model necrophiliac.

Christian: i like your cologne.

Lagerfeld?

Guard: dialing.

Wh--

Christian: all right.

I'm a plastic surgeon.

Guard: honey, it's way too late

For these people.

Christian: i just need the right

Kind of head.

Guard: oh.

Ok.

Christian: to practice on.

I'm taking an exam, and if

I fail, i'm screwed.

Guard: shit.

You want to practice on

Jane doe?

Well, i'm all about a trade.

Christian: i could give you some

New pecs.

Guard: there ain't nothing wrong

With my pecs.

Worked my ass off for these

Pecs.

I never...

liked my chin.

Guard: you've got one hour.

I'll come by next week to

Schedule.

[Scoffs]

It sucks getting old, doesn't

It?

Sean: no pictures of me?

Megan: i'll have memories of

You, and you'll have memories

Of me.

Sean: we can make more memories.

We could go to paris.

Megan: i always wanted to go to

Paris, but if you can only walk

For a few minutes

And you can't drink all that

Wine and you can't have sex,

All you've got is

The architecture.

And i'm not so much for

Architecture.

Sean: but you like this motel

By the sea.

Megan: no. I like this room.

This room was the last place

I felt happy.

This room is the last place

I felt hope.

[Sighs]

And you heard what the doctor

Said, sean.

There is no more hope.

All i can hope for is dignity

And a nice sunset tomorrow.

Sean: i won't let you do this.

Megan: it's not your decision.

Sean: i just found you.

Megan: and now you have to let

Me go.

I don't fear death, sean.

I fear the prolongment of it.

Sean: i can't condone this or

Help you, megan.

This is rash.

Megan: this is right.

[Sighs] it's like...

when you're a kid at

An amusement park, and you're

Having the greatest time.

Ice cream and ferris wheels and

Stuffed animals.

And it gets late, and you beg

Your parents to let you stay.

You'll be so good.

You'll do anything they ask.

So they say, "ok."

Only now...

the steps are harder to climb.

You have a tummyache, and you're

Too tired to wait in line

For the rides anymore.

And suddenly you begin to cry.

[Sobs]

It's no fun anymore.

[Sobbing]

And you hear your mom's voice

Saying, "megan, when are you

Gonna learn enough's enough?"

[Sighs]

[Clock ticking]

Proctor: we will start with

The bi-Coronal incision.

And...begin.

[Classical music playing]

Is there a problem, dr. Troy?

Christian: no, dr. Hiroshi.

Ahem. No problem at all.

Dr. Hiroshi: i hope you finish

Better than you begin.

[Classical music playing]

Adelle: ouch!

Can you do my eyes next?

I hate these crow's-Feet.

Sean: i'm under stress.

Adelle: what's new?

Sean: you're not real.

This is my subconscious talking.

Adelle: always with

The intellectual.

That mindset comes in handy,

Doesn't it, sean?

When you're operating on

The dead or you're trying to

Talk your girlfriend out of

Killing herself.

Sean: shut up!

Adelle: you mind if i talk while

You work?

Sean: you're not real.

Adelle: death is an illusion,

Sean.

It's love that remains.

You should know that your love

For megan will remain even when

She's gone.

And so, for that matter,

Will your love for julia when

She finds out that you helped

Your girlfriend kill herself

And she divorces you.

Sean: she won't find out.

I'm not killing anybody!

Adelle: fine. We don't have

To talk about it.

You just concentrate on

Your work, dear.

Sean: i'm gonna lift

The brow now.

Adelle: love it! Ha ha!

Lift away! [Coughing]

Sean: cancer?

Adelle: like megan's?

No, darling.

I got this from the vomiting.

When i got so bored with my

Life i decided to end it all,

I gathered up all of mother's

Little helpers and washed them

Down with a tumbler of martinis.

But what they don't tell you is

That pills and alcohol almost

Always cause you to retch

Uncontrollably.

Oh, well, my throat just got

Ruined.

Help megan, sean.

Sean: no.

Adelle: give her a nice glass of

Cold milk to coat her stomach

So she won't humiliate herself

Like she did in the restaurant.

And don't forget the plastic

Bag.

Sean: no!

Adelle: it's a necessary evil

When you're committing suicide.

Oh, pills and alcohol alone are

An insufferably long, slow,

Death.

But with a bag over your head

After you've taken the pills,

Oh, heaven!

Oh, the lack of oxygen

Makes you see colors.

Just beautiful, glorious,

Vibrant colors.

And you go off so peaceful,

Like you were in a dream.

That's what you have to do,

Sean. Bag her.

Dr. Hiroshi: time!

[Scalpels dropping]

Elton john: * she packed my bags

Last night pre-Flight,

Zero hour, 9 a.M.,

And i'm gonna be high

As a kite by then *

* i miss the earth so much,

I miss my wife,

It's lonely out in space

On such a timeless flight *

* and i think it's gonna be

A long, long time

Till touchdown

Brings me round again to find

I'm not the man

They think i am at home,

Oh, no, no, no,

I'm a rocket man,

Rocket man

Burning out his fuse

Up here alone *

* and i think it's gonna be

A long, long time

Till touchdown

Brings me round again to find

I'm not the man

They think i am at home,

Oh, no, no, no,

I'm a rocket man,

Rocket man,

Burning out his fuse... *

Megan: good-Bye, scarecrow.

I'm gonna miss you most of all.

* mars ain't the kind of place

To raise your kids *

[Sighs] do me a favor.

Sean: anything.

Megan: remember the beginning

And middle of me with you,

Not the end.

* if you did *

Megan: thank you.

* and all the science

I don't understand,

It's just my job 5 days a week,

A rocket man,

Rocket man *

* and i think it's gonna be

A long, long time

Till touchdown brings me

Round again to find

I'm not the man

They think i am at home *

Megan: i'm gonna put it on now.

* i'm a rocket man,

Rocket man,

Burning out his fuse

Out here alone *

* and i think it's gonna be

A long, long time

Till touchdown brings me

Round again to find

I'm not the man

They think i am at home,

Oh, no, no, no,

I'm a rocket man,

Rocket man,

Burning out his fuse

Out here alone,

And i think it's gonna be

A long, long time,

And i think it's gonna be

A long long, time,

And i think it's gonna be

A long, long time,

And i think it's gonna be

A long, long time *

[Waves crashing]

[Brushing]

[Julia sighs]

What did she die of?

Sean: cancer.

Julia: did the implants bring it

On again or--

Sean: statistically, the odds

Are low.

You never know.

I informed her of the risks.

Julia: was her husband with her?

Sean: they were separated.

I don't know.

Julia: well, your suit's

Been pressed.

I'll pick up your shirt from

The dry cleaners.

Sean: thanks.

Julia: i'd like to come

With you.

Sean: you didn't know her.

Julia: you did, and you're

Obviously very affected by

This patient.

And i want to support you.

You're not responsible, sean,

Statistics or not.

I'll clear my afternoon

Tomorrow.

I don't want you to go alone.

[Door closes]

[Footsteps]

Dr. Hiroshi: very nice,

Dr. Troy.

Pass.

[Laughs]

Adelle: tick-Tock, sean.

When your time's up, it's up.

Me, megan.

Don't flunk out, boy wonder.

Sean: be quiet.

I have to concentrate.

Adelle: you got rid of

Megan's pain.

Now what about yours?

Sean: please--

Adelle: and what about your

Relationship with your wife?

She's coming to the funeral.

You couldn't say no.

She might suspect something

If you did.

Isn't that just a pip? Ha!

And aren't you just so weak

For lying?

Sean: you're cruel.

Adelle: i'm only telling you

What you already know.

But let's be honest, shall we?

Yeah, sure, i know you're sad,

But aren't you just also

A little bit happy?

Sean: i'll sew your mouth shut,

I swear to god.

Adelle: aren't you just

A little bit thrilled

You got away with it?

Sean: i didn't kill her.

Adelle: you got away with

The affair.

She was right when she called

You scarecrow. Ha ha!

You need a brain.

Correct me if i'm wrong, but you

Could have your medical license

Revoked if someone saw you

At the scene of the crime.

Sean: no one saw me.

Housekeeping found her body

This morning.

Adelle: oh, of course,

All those moving letters,

So no questions asked.

She was sick. It was her time.

And now, conveniently,

Your wife doesn't have to know.

Ha ha! I love it!

Sean: you shut up.

Adelle: there's no trace of an

Affair.

Sean: i said shut up!

Adelle: but the irony of it!

Instead of helping to mask

Your pain, the affair with

Megan o'hara only made it worse.

Ain't life a goddamn kick

In the pants?

Sean: shut up!

[Instruments dropping]

Christian: sean!

Sean: leave me alone!

Christian: hey! What the hell

Happened in there?

Sean: she's dead!

Christian: i would hope so.

Sean: megan!

She killed herself.

We were having an affair,

The cancer came back, and she

Took her life.

Christian: it's going to be ok.

Sean: no, it's not.

Don't you get it?

You're not the failure,

Christian.

I am.

I'm the one who lied.

I'm the one who cheated.

I'm the one who let her die.

I should have been strong, but

I'm weak.

Christian: sean, you can't just

Leave.

You have to go back in there

And take the test!

Sean: screw the test!

I don't care!

I don't care about anything.

Man: my wife...was crazy.

[Crowd chuckles]

Man: that's why i loved her.

She pushed me to try things

I was afraid of.

She had no fear.

On my first date with megan,

She picked me up in her ugly

Lime green mg and told me

We were going hang-Gliding.

I thought she was kidding.

She wasn't.

I never won a single game

Of scrabble with my wife.

She taught me the difference

Between a paw-Paw and

A butterfly weed.

On our chalkboard in the kitchen

Every day she wrote a new word

She thought i should know.

[Crying]

She forced me to be better.

That's what marriage is...

for better, for worse.

Megan, you cheated me.

You promised me for better,

For worse, remember?

I deserved to go through

The worst with you.

I wanted to.

It was my place.

[Sobbing]

[Whispering]

Man: ok.

Man: megan asked that her ashes

Be scattered into the ocean.

That way, her spirit could be

Forever free.

[Sighs] she wanted those she

Loved to help release a part of

Her.

We'd like to do that now.

[Soft music playing]

[Crickets chirping]

[Closes door]

Julia: i'm going to make

Some coffee.

You want some?

Sean: no, thanks.

Julia: do you want me to order

Out?

Sean: i'm not that hungry.

Julia: did you have an affair

With her?

Sean: yes.

[Sean sighs]

Julia: please don't touch me.

[Julia sighs]

When did it start?

Sean: after you lost the baby.

Right around the time you

Started sleeping with jude.

Julia: i didn't sleep

With jude, sean.

Sean: julia, don't embarrass

Yourself with a lie.

Julia: like you have for months?

Sean: i found a picture in your

Book.

Julia: you went through

My things?

Sean: yes. And i found

The half-Naked picture of a boy

Only a few years older

Than your son.

And in that second, i hated you

For what you'd done.

And i knew.

And i turned to someone

Who could comfort me.

And she did.

Julia: i didn't sleep

With him, sean.

Sean: that's not true. I know!

Julia: was i tempted?

Did i want to? Yes, i did,

I'm ashamed to say,

But i always wanted you more,

So when it came to it,

I did nothing.

[Laughs]

[Crying]

Julia: did you love her?

Sean: yes.

[Julia sobs]

Julia: do you love me anymore?

Sean: more than you'll ever

Know.

Julia: and this is how

You show it, sean?

This is how you reward my

Patience and my fidelity and

The sanctity of our children

And our marriage, by screwing

Another woman?

God! Even your infidelity

Is passive-Agressive!

Sean: how's that?

Julia: because she's dead, sean!

She's dead!

And she died a horrible death,

And i can't hate a woman who

Died of cancer at 36.

Sean: hit me.

You want to.

Do it.

I deserve it.

There's not a cup handy.

Just hit me!

Julia: i don't have the energy

To hit you, sean.

Or to hate you...

or to love you anymore.

But you owe me this...

it's all i want to know.

What did she give you

That i couldn't?

Sean: she saw the good in me,

Julia.

She saw the potential, the hope.

Every time you look at me,

I see it in your eyes.

All i see staring back at me

Is regret.

Isn't that true?

Julia: yes.

For both of us.

[Laughs]

We were so happy, sean.

We could do anything together.

[Sniffles]

The night we got married,

I...i couldn't sleep.

All i did was stare at you.

I was so in love with you.

It was so full of promise.

And now it's all gone,

And it's all turned to ash,

Just like megan.

And it breaks my heart.

Sean: i can't lose you,

Too, julia.

[Julia sniffles]

Julia: we lost each other

A long time ago, sean.