Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 5, Episode 17 - Roxy St. James - full transcript

Previously on Nip/Tuck:

You should lock
up your firearms...

and not leave them in a bedside
table drawer, you stupid bitch.

We're still married?

We're still married.

And we have three
beautiful children.

Everything is just...

perfect.

- I can't walk. It's hard.
- So is stage two breast cancer.

What does breast cancer
have to do with anything?

I have it.



Don't fight it.

It's less painful that way.

- Liz?
- Yeah?

Can you stay a while?

Just until I fall asleep.

You and Dr. Christian
Troy had sexual intercourse.

- You and Liz had sex?
- No.

Yeah, Sean. Lizzy was there. She
spread her legs and made me feel good.

- You were awake?
- Got my mojo back.

I knew that you weren't
sleeping, and I faked my orgasm...

and you are a lousy lay!

Oh, come on, I have
an image to protect.

I'm sorry, I have
no idea who you are.

I'm a goddamn icon.



- Tell him who I am.
- Candy Richards.

Damn straight.

Tell us what you don't like
about yourself now, Miss Richards.

Oh, I don't go by
Candy Richards no more.

That name was given
to me by a white man.

My name is Coco.

I'm an African American...

and I've been passing as a honky
white cracker for my entire life.

What?

My agent, Maury, he gave
me this thing for Christmas.

It was, like, a
genetics DNA gift set.

I found out that I'm
African in nature.

All my life I've wondered
why my career isn't bigger.

Is it because I'm too beautiful?
Or is it because I'm too smart?

Not talented?

I thought that too.

But now it all makes sense.

I love Billy Ocean, I
love chicken and waffles...

and always, I've been
one of those people...

that I always know deep in
my heart that O.J. was innocent.

I'm a black daughter of slavery
with blood from the Zulu nation.

You still haven't told
us why you're here.

I want some African
American features.

I have the chest, you know,
which is proof of my heritage.

What I want is a big,
fat, round Beyoncé ass.

And I need it fast, because my
hip-hop album's gonna drop soon...

and I need to get some more junk
in the trunk before I do my big video.

- Miss Richards...
- Coco.

Coco, this is insane, all right?

It has nothing to do with affirming
your African-American heritage.

You're doing it
to become a star.

Petito, potato, french fry.

Look, what you're asking
for is one step away...

from putting shoe polish on
your face and singing "Mammy."

It's highly offensive.

You know, you guys, you do ass
implants, you do collagen injections...

but yet you guys still like to
send me to the back of the bus...

when I don't wanna have
your "white" version of beauty.

Shame on you.

- What's the harm, really? COCO:
Oh, I'll tell you what the harm is.

The harm is me not
achieving my destiny.

I want my goddamn reparations.

Uh, ahem, we have an
opening Thursday morning.

All right. Solid.

Ho-ho.

It's a breast-cancer
support group.

"Join us as we learn to
embrace our new bodies...

love them as they are now,
not as we wish them to be."

It'll be good to be around people who are
going through what you're going through.

One-titted soccer moms. Thanks,
buddy boy, but it's not for me.

Seriously, you need to do something
to deal with your fear about all this.

I'm not scared, I'm angry.

Same thing.

All right. Maybe
I'll take a look at it.

- Sean.
- Liz.

Wow. It's chilly in here. Ahem.

This is why I don't have sex with friends.
I'd rather bang somebody I don't like.

I lied. I came.

You were right. I had an orgasm.

I had a big, fat, juicy,
bone-rattling orgasm.

- Happy?
- Yeah.

You know, I wasn't even trying.

You don't get it, do you?

When I was 21, I
discovered I was a lesbian.

It was my Independence Day.

I finally understood who
I was supposed to be.

Now you decide to get
your rocks off one night...

and I don't know up from down!

Christ. You in love with me?

What? No!

This is larger than
your ego, Christian.

I have spent 20
years dreaming...

of finding the woman who
would share my life with me.

- And now?
- Now?

I don't know if a
woman could satisfy me.

No one ever has. Not like that.

You know, you're overthinking this.
My cock has mystical powers, that's all.

- It'll pass.
- It'll pass?

I can't sleep, I'm distracted...

I caught myself checking out a
muscle magazine at a newsstand.

You know what we need to do?

- We need to have sex again.
- Oh, I would rather die.

Me too, but we need to
know if this is a one-time thing.

If you don't have a
seismic event again...

then you'll know you were destined
to clap clams for the rest of your life.

You know, most people who have
had traumatic life experiences...

they gain sensitivity.

But, no, not you.

I know your destiny, Christian.

You are destined to die alone.

Anything else?

Uh, my eyes. I've got
these awful bags now.

That's because you haven't
slept, honey. You just need to rest.

Oh, and my lips.
They're so thin and pale.

That's because of your
diet. Even you said so.

I look like I've aged 10 years in the
last six months, and I know you can tell.

Between taking care of you...

and watching Eden move to
Europe to do those awful movies...

I just don't feel like
myself anymore.

I wanna look younger.

More hopeful.

Like I did when we met.

Can you please tell her
how ridiculous she's being?

She doesn't need all this work done.
And what about the risks involved?

As I recall, she's quite up on the
adverse effects of Western medicine.

Specifically, its crude approach
versus your Eastern techniques.

Was that about what you said?

I'm curious to know why
you're so open to it now.

Well, it saved Julia's life.

How can I still
deny the benefits?

Did we talk about
liposuction for my thighs?

I'll be in the waiting room.

You two seem
very happy together.

Yeah, in a weird way, with
everything that's happened...

it's somehow brought us closer.

I can't imagine being
without her now.

And with all of this work,
it'll give us a fresh start.

That's kind of what
New York's about to...

New York?

I accepted a position at
NYU's teaching hospital.

We're moving
back in three weeks.

When were you gonna
tell me? New York?

You're planning to leave and
take Conor and Annie with you?

- She wasn't supposed to tell you.
- How long were you gonna hide it from me?

This from a man who fooled
everyone into thinking he was a cripple?

Why are you so upset, Sean?

It's not like anything's
changed between us.

Yeah. You're right.

Nothing ever changed
for me, Julia. I still love you.

I hate not being with
you, with our family.

That's why I said those
things to you in the hospital.

Oh, Sean, stop it, please.

No, I won't stop. Not
until we're together again.

Sean?

Were you able to fit me in?

I never thought I'd be scared of
a dressing room at Loehmann's.

I just felt everyone staring.

First, I thought it
was all in my head...

but then I noticed my pretend
breast had traveled up to my shoulder.

Looked like a corsage, heh.

I was so humiliated.

It helps to know
that I'm not alone.

We're all here for you, Lauren.

Acceptance is part of
the grieving process.

You've had a loss.

But what if you're not the
one having trouble accepting?

I mean, I always thought that Jack
and I could get through anything.

But ever since he's seen my
scar, he won't even touch me.

Son of a bitch.

Give him time. I mean,
my husband freaked at first.

And now he actually
finds the scar kind of sexy.

He's lying.

He's probably got some hot double-breasted
chick he's banging on the side. Ahem.

- That is an awful thing to say.
- Oh, come on, wake up.

You think any guy wants to run his tongue
along some gash instead of hot titties?

Excuse me, but this is
a support group, Mister...

Dr. Troy. Plastic surgeon
and breast-cancer patient.

Well, doctor...

this is obviously the
wrong place for you.

Heh. Why is that?

I know what it's like to look in the
mirror and see my mutilated body.

But damned if I'm
gonna accept it.

You need to take charge of your destiny
and get some goddamn reconstruction.

Well, that's a choice.

Sweetheart, I've been stuffing
healthy tits with implants for 20 years.

Any woman who chooses
disfigurement chooses to be a victim.

This is a cancer
survivors group, Roxy.

If you have to
smoke, do it outside.

Okey-dokey.

There's enough smoke
being blown in here anyway.

Any of you ladies
want support...

just, uh, call my office
and make an appointment.

You want one?

I'm not one for mixing my
nicotine with my tamoxifen.

I like my poisons one at a time.

Suit yourself.

Checking me out, or trying
to decide which one is real?

- They're both real.
- Good eye.

Nice rack.

So tell me, what's a girl
with a complete set doing...

playing in the Victims
Anonymous sandbox?

My mother and sister
both died from the disease.

I thought that being
around survivors...

or people going through it
themselves would be therapeutic.

- And?
- Not so much, it turns out.

But what you said in there about
taking charge of your own destiny...

I liked it.

You look like a woman
who likes to take charge.

So, what do you think it is?

Your destiny, I mean.

To bang as many
beautiful women as I can.

So, doctor...

do I make the cut?

I have to go to those
groups more often.

Thanks for the support.

You must be one
hell of a surgeon.

You've got very sensitive hands.

You have a very responsive body.

Particularly here.

And here.

Yeah.

Probably gonna miss feeling
that once the girls are gone.

What?

What are you talking about?

Those are two of the healthiest
tits I've ever put my dick between.

I'm not gonna be the third person
in my family to die of breast cancer.

You tested positive for BRCA1?

No.

That doesn't
mean I don't have it.

I know the statistics.

Removing both breasts
cuts the risk by 90 percent.

But if there's no abnormality
in the gene, I mean...

I don't give a shit
about the test.

I know I'm gonna get it.

It's only a matter of time.

Do you have any idea what it's
like to wake up in the morning...

scared to take a
shower, terrified that...

today'll be the day
that I find that lump?

Can't think about marriage,
can't think about kids.

What's the point?

I'm just gonna leave them
just like my mother left me.

I want you to cut them
off and replace them.

Who's got this
nut job's implants?

She's gonna look like
she's got 36D's in her ass.

Should we play Coco's
demo? She asked for it.

Whatever. Hit it.

Hey, yo, here we go

Crank it up better
than you skank it up

Here we go COCO Yo stink, bitch

Yo stink, bitch Yo
stink, bitch MAN: Bitch

Yo stink, bitch
MAN: Listen up, y'all

Bitch, your smell
makes me wanna puke

What'd you do Smuggle
garlic in your cooch?

If you wanna get a man
You gotta smell like a flower

Ain't it time you scored some
soap And took yourself a shower?

A man needs a bitch Who
won't make his nose sting

But some ghetto bitches
Will just spray anything

- White Diamonds, Obsession,
Glow by J. Lo MAN: That's nice

What he really wants
Is some of this Hot Coco

Chanel No. 5 When
he comes home to me

Your man will lose his mind
When he sees my double Ds

- Double Ds, double Ds,
double Ds MAN: Please

Double Ds, double Ds, double Ds

Then I'll slide him down Put
his head between my knees

Just like Beyoncé does to Jay-Z

Yo stink, bitch WOMAN: Hey

Yo stink, bitch WOMAN: Hey

Yo stink, bitch MAN: Stank bitch

Yo stink, bitch

Crank it up better
than you skank it up

Crank it up better
than you skank it up

Now, I don't mean To
be dissin' you too much

But you're the stinkin'
garbage I'm the ice-cream truck

If your man were under me
And be lookin' for some chocolate

Hot Coco he'll find
And stick his cock in it

- Yo stink, bitch
WOMAN: Stinkster

Yo stink, bitch
MAN: Stink, bitch

Yo stink, bitch WOMAN: Hey, hey

Yo stink, bitch MAN: Filthy shit

Yo stink, bitch MAN: Coco, y'all

Yo stink, bitch WOMAN: No, no

- Coco, damn - Yo stink, bitch

No, no COCO: Yo stink, bitch

Stank bitch COCO:
Yo stink, bitch

Yo stink, bitch Yo stink, bitch

Yo stink, bitch

You stink, bitch Stink, bitch

Stink, bitch

You ready for tomorrow?

- Just trying to get a preview. Ha.
- Mm.

Come, sit.

Before we do a surgery,
I like to do a run-through.

Look over the road
map, so to speak.

Do you have the name
of someone in New York...

to do the follow-up
after the surgery?

Absolutely. Me.

I plan on being out there
every weekend from now on.

- You what?
- Those are my kids.

I'm their father.

I'm not gonna leave
them for you to co-parent...

especially after the bang-up
job you did with your daughter.

Turn to the side.

You're not worried
about my parenting, Sean.

You just wanna
stay close to Julia.

God, if you really love her...

just let her go
this time for good.

I could say the
same thing to you.

But I did let her go, Sean.

And you know what?
She came back to me.

Can't you just accept that Julia
and I are together for good now?

Wish us well?

No.

Then how can I trust
you to do my facelift?

I never let my personal life interfere
with my professional obligations.

I'd feel a whole lot more comfortable
if she would've gone to a shrink...

and processed some of this before
doing something so irrevocable.

It's her body, Lizzy.

You can't just be pro-choice
when you agree with that choice.

Look, she's afraid.
I understand.

Do you?

You know what it's like to lay awake
and wonder if you're dead within a year?

Or to look at your kid and try and
memorize what he looks like right now?

Or what it's like to
hold his hand right now?

Are we talking about
saving her life or yours?

You can't cut the fear out of
you by taking off her breasts.

Fifteen blade.

I was dreaming.

I was running in a field...

with a child.

Maybe it was mine.

- I felt so carefree.
- Look, Roxy...

I thought it would hurt more.

I'm sorry.

You promised me you'd do it.

- I thought you understood.
- I do.

I understand that
you're afraid...

but you can't let fear dictate
something as big as this...

particularly if there's a chance, a
good chance, that you might be fine.

Fine?

I have been
condemned to death...

and there aren't
gonna be any pardons.

Jesus, Christian,
this is a doctor's office.

That's why I wrote
myself a prescription.

Do you have any idea how good
this government shit is? Whoo.

Pass me Mr. Bubbles.

- Why are you so dressed up?
- Ah.

What do you think? I was
going for old Hollywood glam.

You look great. What's her name?

- Steven.
- Butchy.

He's an anesthesiologist.

And I met him at a
IARS conference...

just a little bit ago and
he has been persistent.

Well, let me give you
a word of advice, Lizzy.

Nobody can give it to you
the same way that I did.

- Oh.
- Okay, so stop shaving your armpits...

and get back to your sloppy Gap
pullovers and your jicama salad.

You're wasting your time.

Liz.

Look at you.

Steven Ausbury, this
is, um, Christian Troy.

- Want some?
- No, thanks.

Never touch it.

You look amazing.

Oh, ha, ha. Well, thank you.

So, what do you two, uh,
lovebirds got on tap for this evening?

Well, I made a reservation
for Dolce, but it's such a scene.

Now, I just got a batch
of movies in from Netflix.

We could order in, talk.

- Mm, that sounds fantastic, ha.
- Great, great.

You might wanna open
up a window, Christian.

I followed the smell all
the way from the lobby.

She's a lesbian.

Am I the only one who
thinks that getting a facelift...

when you run a holistic healing
practice is just a teensy bit hypocritical?

It's nothing to do
with her career.

She's insecure about Julia. She
knows she's on shaky ground.

Then why are they both
moving to New York together?

The further away
she takes Julia...

the more she'll be able to
control their relationship...

what she remembers and who.

Julia's in no shape to
be making life decisions.

Olivia's taking advantage
of her vulnerability.

Poor Sean. You really
think she'll come back to you.

That you've got some deep bond
that time and space can't separate.

When are you gonna get
it? She doesn't want you.

Once she remembers who we were
to each other, the life we had together.

All she remembers of her marriage
to you was that it was a failure.

She knows how deep my
commitment to her was.

Really? Like when she was sick
and you were banging my daughter?

- Shut the hell up.
- Kill me, why don't you?

You'd like to,
wouldn't you? Heh.

Your life would be so much
easier if I wasn't in the way.

Don't tempt me, Olivia.

You'll never kill me,
Sean. I'm in Julia's head.

- I'm in her heart.
- I said, shut up.

Sean, she's in V
tach. Her rate's 150.

- Get the defibrillator.
- Charging paddle.

I'm gonna shock her on
three. Ready? One, two, three.

- She's in arrest.
- I'm starting CPR.

Call 911.

How is she?

Stabilized.

Sean's with Julia at the hospital and
he said he'd call when he knew more.

- I don't understand how this happened.
- She'll be fine, Lizzy.

Besides, you did everything by the
book. She'd be dead if it wasn't for you.

Remember that.

- Now what?
- Hmm?

Now what?

Now we wait.

You like sports?

Hello.

Is Dr. Troy in?

- Do you have an appointment?
- No. No, I'm a friend.

He's finishing up a consult, but he
usually checks back in when he's done.

Do you have an outlet?

How was your date with Evan?

- Steven.
- Whatever.

It was a dream.

He ordered pizza, we watched
Three Days of the Condor...

and then he made me dessert.

There is no greater
foreplay than flambé.

Did he make you come?

Yeah.

He's got mystical powers too.

Oh, I think it'd be better
if you sat over there.

Halfway there.

- Listen...
- Why Olivia, Sean?

I know all this time
you've been operating...

you've always been so
careful and so thorough.

Now, isn't it just possible that
you weren't careful with her...

because somewhere in
that dark soul of yours...

you just wanted
to be rid of her?

Are you blaming me? I can't
believe you just said that.

You lied about the wheelchair.

You lied about Monica,
you lied about Megan.

You're a liar and a cheater.

Dr. McNamara, Miss
Lord's physician?

How's she doing?

I'm afraid we weren't
able to save her.

Her heart stopped at 5:03.

God... Uh, I wanna see her.

- You have to let me see her.
- I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm her partner, goddamn it.

Of course. If you just
wait a few minutes.

Lab tech.

I will never forgive you, Sean.

Now, there's gonna
be an autopsy...

and if you have any
culpability at all, it'll be revealed.

And I will make sure
that you never work again.

I hate you. I hate you!
- Julia...

- This is all your fault.
- Julia...

How could you do this crap?

I just wanna say...

- I know what you're
saying, so just shut up.

I mean, Jesus, she almost died in the
lobby. I should never have listened to you.

I'm gonna remove her other breast like she
asked me to so that she doesn't have to.

What I was going to say,
Christian, is that you were right.

- Heh.
- It's what Roxy wants, it's her body.

She's alone, and she turned to us
with her fears and we didn't listen.

I didn't listen.

I'm sorry.

And let me tell you
from experience...

there is nothing worse than
having to face your fears alone.

Give me 15 blade.
Come on, hurry up.

We lost her.

Olivia's dead.

It wasn't your fault.

Isn't it?

I wanted her to die.

I had this fantasy
during the surgery.

This urge to just...

I wanted her out of Julia's
life so I could get back in.

Fantasizing about something
and doing something about it...

are completely different things.

You know the real irony in this?

Now that Olivia's dead...

I've lost Julia forever.

I feel like I'm in
some Greek play.

You try to control your fate...

but the gods have other plans.

Maybe I'm just, uh, not
supposed to have her.

Maybe I'm supposed to be alone.

I think that's my fortune cookie
you're reading there, buddy boy.

Not yours.

Dr. Kochman called
with the toxicology report.

Olivia was on antidepressants
and she didn't tell us.

Are you sure?

That's why she went into arrest,
mixing it with the anesthesia.

If she had told us, we could've
weaned her off before the operation.

She should've known better.

We didn't do it, Sean.

It doesn't make sense. Why
would she keep that a secret?

Maybe she felt embarrassed.

A healer taking medication
for an emotional disorder?

It went against
everything she believed in.

New York is gonna be so
strange without her now.

- You're still going?
- Mm-hm.

On one of our early dates,
Olivia took me to The Cloisters.

She loved the architecture
there and the history.

It's where we fell in love.

Spreading her ashes there
is what she'd want me to do.

Like hell she would.

I did not just suffer the
redeye from Budapest...

to have you steal my mother away from
me yet again, you bony little parasite.

Well, at least she made it
easy for me to take her home.

Getting the coffin through
customs would be a bit of a hassle.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Don't they usually arrest hacks
who kill their patients during surgery?

Eden, I'm very sorry
about what happened.

Your mother died because she never
disclosed the medication she was taking.

She kept her prescription
a secret from all of us.

You mean the antidepressants
she was on for the last six months?

That secret?

How did you know?

Oh, I knew all of
her secrets, Julia.

Like the real reason why she
started to take the pills to begin with.

She was depressed...

because she was
the one who shot you.

She started drinking after you
told her you slept with Christian.

She was a mess. And you
were in the bed, weak and tired.

The day she shot you, she was smashed.
She must've thought you were a burglar.

- You're lying.
- She was miserable, Julia.

You made her that way.
And in the end, you killed her.

You expect us
to believe all that?

It doesn't matter what
you believe. It's the truth.

Why do you think I
left the country, huh?

I've been keeping this
a secret the entire time.

I couldn't turn my
mother in, could I?

Think about it.

Maybe she didn't tell anyone
that she was on the medication...

because she wanted
to die in surgery.

Because she couldn't live with
the guilt of what she did anymore.

No. She didn't have to do
that if it was an accident.

I would've forgiven her.

Heh, well, it's a little
too late for that, isn't it?

You know what the
really shocking thing is?

She actually loved you.

That's why it hurt so much
when she nearly killed you.

But if you think that you could
forgive her for what she did...

then I guess you
deserve to have her back.

- You wanna hear a bedtime story?
- I heard "Yo Stink, Bitch" again.

What? Who played that for you?

Daddy did.

It's catchy. Number eight
on YouTube and climbing.

Aunt Lizzy thinks
that's a very nasty song.

And not for little boys.

It's time for you to go to
sleep. Give me a little kiss.

Aw.

Don't you let those
bedbugs bite you, okay?

Good night, Auntie
Liz. I love you.

And I love you.

Will you be here in the morning?

Probably not.

But I am gonna see you
very, very soon, okay?

Nighty-night, buddy boy.

Are you leaving?

Are you mad?

No.

The truth is, I'm sensing...

that he's beginning to expect
me here even in the mornings...

and I just don't think that's
a good idea for any of us.

You know, for the
obvious reasons.

- Which are?
- Well, mainly...

I'm not your significant other.

Well, you are, kind of. I mean,
heh, not really, but sort of.

In what world would something
like that make me feel good?

Heh. In the real world.
Just be real with me.

You want real? Okay, all right.

I lied about Steven.

I didn't have a fabulous orgasm.

It was more like being bitten
by an oversized mosquito.

It was hell.

Christian, I don't like men.

I like you.

Told you I was the shit.

You are a shit. That's for sure.

But the point is, it has nothing
to do with technique or gender.

It's you.

You are a jerk.

You're pompous, ridiculous,
infuriating, and yet, somehow, I get it.

I get it.

And underneath it all...

I know that you've got my back
in a way that nobody else does.

Or ever has.

And...

I know who you are, Christian.

I watch how hard you struggle to be strong,
and you struggle to be better and...

I don't know.

Somehow, it just... It moves me.

And I don't know what to
say, Christian. I think I'm...

Not the L word, Lizzy.
Just stop right there.

I get it. I feel exactly
the same way.

Most of the time,
you drive me bat-shit...

but you're the only
woman I really trust.

And you care about
me unconditionally.

Understand me and my kid.

I love you for that.

No L word, remember?

Is it really so terrible
for Wilber to wake up...

to Aunt Lizzy at breakfast
several mornings a week?

Mm-mm.