Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 5, Episode 18 - Ricky Wells - full transcript

Previously on Nip/Tuck:

- You've enrolled at Santa Monica College?
- Think I wanna try the premed thing.

I missed being the youngest to
graduate from Harvard by 12 days.

His name is Raj. He kind of reminds
me of myself when I was in med school.

- What's breast cancer have to do with...?
- I have it.

Liz, can you stay a while?

Is it really so terrible for
Wilber to wake up to Aunt Lizzy?

Less teeth.

No, more hand.

That's it.

No, no, settle down.



Boy, for somebody with such a
big mouth, you sure suck at this.

It's only my third blow job. But if
you give me pointers, I can get better.

No, no. No, no, listen to me.

I think it's about
me. I ju... It's not you.

I think I'm just nervous
about the surgery.

Got you.

This is not a big deal.

There's more to our
relationship than sex.

It kind of interferes
with the intimacy.

- Oh, my God.
- Don't you think?

- We have LBD.
- English, Lizzy.

Lesbian bed death.

It happens after a year or so.

There's just too much talking
and not enough screwing.



Except with us, it's
happening after the first week.

You're over-thinking this.

You were great today with Wilber.
We laughed ourselves silly at the pier.

I mean, how much more fun
do you wanna get out of a day?

Okay.

Put in Project
Runway. I gotta go pee.

Hey, Lizzy. Here,
uh, put this on.

You can't even look at me naked.

It's chilly. I don't
want you to get cold.

So, Ricky, tell me what
you don't like about yourself.

Uh, I wanna look older.

Mrs. Wells, uh, children
do mature at different rates.

Have you and your son considered
just letting nature run its course?

Uh, she's not my
mother. She's my wife.

We were married a
few weeks ago, heh.

Congratulations.

Uh, obviously you're attracted to
Ricky, youthful appearance and all.

- Why would you wanna change that now?
- I don't.

I like him just the way he is.

For what's inside.

Ha, ha. What's between us is ageless,
but the world doesn't see it that way.

We could never make
people understand.

You know, I've been in love with
her from the first moment we met.

I was teaching second grade,
and this sweet 8-year-old boy...

walked into my homeroom
and entered my heart.

You fell in love
with an 8-year-old?

No. Of course not.

We just... We
had a rapport, heh.

Later, when I was teaching seventh grade
and Ricky showed up in my class again...

- Yeah, I was 13.
- But he was very mature for his age.

He seemed to understand me
in a way that no man ever had.

Do you believe in
soul mates, doctor?

I believe that little boys have
crushes on their teachers...

and those teachers are
supposed to have boundaries.

But that's the thing
about falling in love.

There are no boundaries.

My life was transformed.

You think I would've picked
Ricky if I had a choice?

It was as if I finally found happiness,
and I was not going to let that go.

Even though everything
conspired against us.

I pled guilty to two
counts of statutory rape.

I was let go after six
months for good behavior...

on the condition that
I not see Ricky again.

I... I couldn't stay away.

I just... I couldn't.

Oh, Ricky.

But I was a convicted
sex offender...

so they were monitoring
my whereabouts.

Oh, you sweetie. God.

Oh.

Shit.

I went back to
prison for the full term.

The minute I turned 18, I applied to
the court to lift the no-contact order.

The request was granted, and,
uh, we got married a week later.

Well, we're free now.

- Who gives a shit what people say?
- Ricky.

Sorry. CARRIE-MAE: Heh.

Once a teacher...

If you don't care what they say,
why do you care what you look like?

Because I'm gonna be a father.

I'm four months along.

And I don't want people to
think I'm my kid's older brother.

That would be disrespectful to Carrie-Mae
and the family we're trying to build.

Our love has been legitimized
in the eyes of the law.

But we can't transform society.

So we'll do what we need to do
so that people leave us in peace.

Uh, uh, uh.

What? SEAN: Just focus.

You're getting careless.

Oh, I'm never
eating bacon again.

There we go. Unh!

There. Done.

Good job, if you were asked to
remove a lung and not the liver.

Matt, if this was your
biology final, you'd fail.

I told you, I wanna help you
prepare, but I thought you'd study.

No, I did study. I just don't
understand it, you know?

It takes practice and
repetition, all right?

If you wanna be a surgeon...

you're gonna have to know all
this stuff backward and forward.

And this is how you start.

Now, give me the heart.

You know, it's too hard, Dad.

Okay? I'm just not smart
enough to understand it.

I wanna gag every time I
have to cut something open.

I was squeamish at first too.

I guess I'm just not you. I didn't
inherit your brains for this shit.

Is our patient
prepped and ready?

Yes, he is, Dr. Paresh.

I'm very much looking forward
to this operation, Dr. McNamara.

This kind of pectoral
reconstruction is very rare.

I almost feel lucky.

I think Christian might
disagree with you.

But what he cannot disagree
with is the good hands he's in.

Both yours and mine.

Like Michelangelo, Rodin, we are
master sculptors at work, are we not?

Except you're not working
with stone but human flesh.

You must be greater
than the sculptor.

Father.

What are you doing here? Uh,
the convention isn't for weeks.

I came here to
see my son at work.

Dr. Sean McNamara,
this is my father...

the renowned cardiothoracic
surgeon, Dr. Vijay Paresh.

- He's just arrived from Bangalore.
- A pleasure to meet you, Dr. Paresh.

Raj speaks very highly of you.

That is pleasant to hear.

May I ask, what is the operation the
two of you will be performing today?

A pectoral reconstruction,
post-mastectomy.

It's on my partner, actually.

Uh, I am only assisting
Dr. McNamara.

Is it okay if I watch?

Of course.

- We should order from The Grille today.
- Hmm?

On me, of course, since you guys are
doing all the work and I'm laying here.

This one's pretty relaxed.

He's about to have invasive surgery
and all he can think about is food.

Can I put him out now, please?

Mm-hm.

Make me beautiful.

You're in good hands.

I know.

Okay.

Count back from 100.

A hundred?

- A hundred.
- Okay.

A hundred.

Ninety-nine.

Ninety-eight, 97...

Miss Cruz? I wanted to tell
you, you look very beautiful today.

Have you lost a few pounds?

I have. Now I just have to figure
out something to do with my hair.

Yes. And your clothes.

Hit it, Linda.

Fifteen blade.

Who's that in the hallway?
- My father.

You two must have
a great relationship.

A son following in
his father's footsteps.

And speaking of sons,
there's yours, Sean.

Raj, come over on
this side. Come on.

Why don't you anchor the implant, use
horizontal mattress sutures then close?

Show off for your father.

What's, uh, going on?

I wanted to be here for Christian's
surgery, for when he wakes up.

Don't you have a midterm today?

Uh-huh.

And I wanted to stop by
and let you know in person...

I've decided to drop
organic chemistry.

- No, Matt, you can't.
- I have to.

Between Jenna and classes,
something has to give here.

Look, I know having a
kid at your age is hard.

I wasn't much older when you
were born. But you can do it, Matt.

Okay? And I wanna help
you as much as possible.

I'm gonna ask Raj to tutor you.

He's a whiz with this stuff.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Um, I gotta go pick up Jenna.

- I'll see you back at the house? Okay.
- All right.

Children can bring
much headache...

can't they, Dr. McNamara?

If Matt had half the
ambition your son has...

I know some of it's my fault. Had
some hard times over the years.

You and Raj just
seem much closer.

I didn't fly 8000 miles
just to see my son operate.

I'm here to get surgery myself.

Now, your office does penile
enhancements, don't they?

Very impressive
setup, Dr. McNamara.

My son has many more
advantages than when I started.

You made so much with
the little you did have, Father.

True.

Still, you're very lucky.

First-born. They hold all your hopes
and dreams hostage, don't they?

Which is why you must be the one
to perform my penis enlargement.

Where I can get
something to drink?

Um.

Father, to ask me to
perform that surgery, I'm...

- I'm very, um...
- Honored?

Freaked out.

About touching my lingam?

You are a doctor. There would be
no problem if I were any other patient.

It's not that. I just...

Why would you want
such a thing done?

When your mother was alive,
never had a problem with my size.

But now she's gone.

And I'm traveling the world.

I want something more
substantial to wield in my intimacies.

- You mean you want to whore around?
- I loved your mother dearly.

And she was the
reason for my living.

And I want to enjoy
myself some more.

You would understand when
you're married for 20 years yourself.

Am I embarrassing you?

Dr. Paresh, maybe because of
the delicacy of the operation...

you'd be more comfortable if a
senior, more experienced surgeon...

like myself perform
your surgery.

Dr. McNamara, surely you can
understand what an honor it would be...

to have my own son, the
benefit of all my teaching...

perform the surgery on me.

Could there be no prouder
moment for a father?

I'd just be happy if my son
passed Biology right now.

Matt, yes. I have to tutor him.

I won't be available to operate.
Sorry, Father, previous commitment.

The only true commitment you
have is to your family, Rajesh.

Very good.

I will do the surgery.

You are right. What
other duty do I have?

You're my father and
I owe you everything.

My boy. You have
made me so proud.

Christian Troy
is back in action.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Guess what, honey.

I am in full girl drag.

You look great, Lizzy.

Can you close the
door on the way out?

Oh, I don't think so.

Get your goddamn skinny ass up
off that tub and get out of this house.

Does your mama always
yell at your girlfriends?

Mama? Mama is
a little possessive.

Well, are you just gonna stand
there, smiling like a Cheshire cat, huh?

Actually...

I don't want Mama
mad at both of us.

You better go. I'm sorry.

Here you go.

So I hold your
head over the toilet...

I mop up your stinky
vomit, I rub your back...

fill in when you're too sick
to take care of your child...

and this is the
way you treat me?

I even took a class on the
goddamn art of fellatio, you dickhead.

What is wrong with you?

Has the chemo killed every
bit of class that you ever had?

Settle down, killer, okay?

We never, ever talked about
a monogamous relationship.

I mean, that was just
never even on the table.

- I'm not talking about monogamy.
- Phew.

I am talking about respect.

I know you. You haven't been
faithful since John Lennon died.

And I don't expect to be the person
who's gonna change any of that.

But should I have
my face rubbed in it?

Lizzy...

do I have to remind you
that this is my house?

Do I have to remind you...

that you invited me over
here this evening, hmm?

Oh.

You look great. Those
pumps are fantastic.

Did you lose weight?

- Bite me.
- Oh, come on.

Look, I'm an asshole.
I'm a dickhead.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's just go out to
dinner or something.

Before you turn
back into a pumpkin.

And your hair goes Brillo again.

Oh, come on, Lizzy.

Okay.

You can buy me dinner.

And when we get
back, you clean the tub.

Whatever happened to kids his
age just trying to score a fake ID?

It's just so sad.

This is not about him
wanting to buy beer, Liz.

Looking older is about wanting to be
taken seriously, as a man and a parent.

Well, I've had my share of beards,
and they didn't fool anyone except for me.

And look how
well that turned out.

Oh, things not going
so well with Dr. Troy?

Well, let's just say that no matter
what you to do to the outside...

the inside never really changes.

Which is bad news for him.

Maybe.

Any advantage you
can get when you're 18

and you're about to
have a kid, I'm all for.

You had Matt when you were pretty young.
How'd you cope with all the pressure?

I guess I just did
the best I could...

and hoped everything
would turn out all right.

Wouldn't that be
great if that's all it took?

Just doing the best
you can and hoping.

- Hey, Raj.
- Dr. Sean McNamara, hello.

I was just researching
my father's surgery.

Where's Matt? Aren't you supposed
to be tutoring him right now?

For the last hour, yes.
But he has not shown up.

Perhaps he forgot.

I reminded him again last night.

As did I.

He was meant to be bringing
dinner. I've been famished.

Yeah, me too.

It's been a long day.

Mm.

Aah.

My mouth is on fire, but I can't
stop eating these poultry samples.

You've really never had
chicken wings before?

- Uh-uh.
- Oh.

- You gotta try that blue cheese.
- Oh?

That takes it to a
whole other level.

- Right?
- Oh.

- Ah.
- Oh.

And the best combination...

is when you wash it all
down with a cold beer.

My father kept me on a vegetarian diet.
Had to keep the mind focused and all that.

He would have never
allowed me to eat these.

These, I call soul food.

Because they taste
great, they're bad for you...

but they keep your spirits up.

- Sometimes you need that.
- Hmm.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, one sip is okay.

And I brought you this far.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Yeah, okay. All right.

Oh.

- Can we get some more of that?
- No.

Your father would
kill me if he found out.

Matt is very lucky to
have a father like you.

And now if only he could get
your grades, we'd both be happy.

Chicken Wings Anonymous.

Dude, where are you? I
thought we were working tonight.

Matt. Your father and I
were just talking about you.

Tell me, have you ever had beer?

What? I can barely
hear you, man.

Hey, we waited at the house
for over an hour. What happened?

Yeah, um, I got held
up. I'm sorry about that.

Wait a minute. Are
you guys at a bar?

Yeah, listen, um, Raj and I
are having a little soul food...

so we'll have to catch up
when I get home, okay?

Wait. I can come and meet
you guys. Where are you?

Hello?

Wow.

That's awesome, Dad.

Some things never change.

Ain't you smooth?

- Compliments to your trainer.
- Ha, ha.

What's this scar from?

A knife wound. I
stopped a bank robbery.

Oh, my God. What is that?

- What?
- Your tit.

It's moving.

Jesus.

Oh, Je...

Oh.

- Who is it?
- It's Christian.

- Don't you believe in calling?
- It's impolite to call after 12.

- It was a joke, Lizzy. Let me in.
- No.

No. I'm asleep.

- I'm only pretending to be awake. Oh, no.
- It can't wait.

Casa de la Cruz is
closed and so are my legs.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What is that?

It's my implant. It
has a life of its own.

I tried calling Sean,
but he wouldn't pick up.

Oh, well, you know
what? It's no big deal.

- The sutures tore. They got loose.
- Unh.

You weren't supposed to be
engaging in anything strenuous.

What's going on, babe?

Are you cheating on me?

- You're straight?
- Uh, no.

And yes. Now go.

Uh, honey? I'm gonna be right
back in. Just one second, okay?

I promise.

I mean it, Christian. Now. Go.

When you get in the office in the morning,
we'll go back in and we'll re-suture.

Half an hour, tops.

I can't believe you've
gone back to muff diving.

At least if it was a
man, I know I could win.

Oh. And winning is
what counts, right?

Do you love her?

Good night, Christian.

Good morning, baby.

Look who came to
see your unveiling.

Oh, hey, bro. What's up?

Good to see you, Pop.

I miss you, son.
We've all missed you.

Really? Then how
come Mom didn't come?

She wanted to, but I said
that's too many people.

She wants you and
Carrie-Mae to come over.

She told me as soon as you got out,
she was gonna make a big jambalaya feast.

I guess I'm not
the devil anymore.

We just, uh... We just
wanna know our grandchild.

- Isn't that great, baby?
- Wow, that's fantastic.

Hello, everyone.

So are we ready to unveil
the new, mature Ricky?

We certainly are.

Oh, and, um, this is
Ricky's little brother, Chris.

He's always been a
supporter of our relationship.

He's young, but he understands.

- I'm Robert, Ricky's father.
- Good to meet you.

Okay.

Let's see.

Wow.

Can you believe it?

What do you think, babe? Do I
look more like a husband and father?

My God.

You look so different,
it's kind of shocking.

I hope it's what
you were looking for.

I think it's natural, it's still you,
but with a little more gravitas.

I think it would give
you that leg up you want.

It's amazing.

I mean, um, don't take
this the wrong way, but...

- You look like Dad now.
- Yeah.

You certainly do.

How long have you...? Hey.

- Hey, what?
- How long have you worked here?

- How long have I worked here?
- Yeah, how long as a nurse?

- I'm not a nurse, I'm a doctor.
- Oh, wait, please, uh.

What exactly are
your percentages?

And what depth of Guedel's
stages are you taking me?

- Medical info to follow. VIJAY:
I'm not a horse you're putting under.

Who taught you your job?

Father, Dr. Liz Cruz is a
fantastic anesthesiologist.

Liz and I have done
thousands of surgeries.

I assure you, you could
not be in better hands.

Sean? How long until
you're gonna be done in here?

My tit is falling all over.
It's underneath my ribcage.

- You need to fix it.
- You ruptured your sutures?

- What did you do, run a marathon?
- Bagged another bimbo.

This is your fault,
not mine, all right?

You obviously didn't secure the implant
properly. How could you be so careless?

Huh?

Sean did not do that to
you, Dr. Christian Troy. I did.

My sutures were
clearly substandard.

You let Doogie
Howser operate on me?

You realize if I was a regular
patient, you could be sued?

It's completely my mistake, sir.

Rajesh, you were the one who
fouled up this man's surgical implant?

Yes, but I was a big
enough man to admit it.

It doesn't take a big man to admit his
mistakes when only a fool makes them.

Since you are the one who
taught me everything I know...

perhaps it is
your fault as well.

Don't you ever blame
your incompetence on me.

My apologies. He deserved that.

Get me out of here.

So you really know enough
about hydrocarbons to do this?

Matt, I told you if you got me high,
I'd write the Organic Chemistry paper.

Just dumb it down before you hand
it in. Nobody will know the difference.

I love this refreshing
alcoholic beverage.

I never had one before
your father bought me one.

Yeah, I don't think that guy ever
bought me a drink in my entire life.

My dad's a complete hardass.

Does he hit you?

Yeah, it's been
known to happen, sure.

Really? It is a surprise to me.

Well, it was only once.

Yeah, I lied to my parents.

I was drunk and I shoved my mom.

And I dared him to do it.

- So you deserved it, ha, ha.
- Yeah, ha, ha.

I remember one day,
my father hit me...

when I came home with a B
for my midterm Physics exam.

He said I'd embarrassed him.

Not one student in the class got an A.
Highest was a B, but I embarrassed him.

I was 9 years old.

Ever since I was old
enough to hold a baby rattle...

my father has pushed, pushed,
pushed me to be a surgeon.

He always said I
had such a great gift...

if I didn't work as hard as I
could to become a surgeon...

it would be the
equivalent of murder.

I would be murdering people if I didn't
work as hard as I could to save more lives.

That's insane, Raj.

Exactly. I mean, what
do you say to that?

You'd think when I told him I was
going to become a plastic surgeon...

instead of a heart specialist like
him, he would've gotten the hint, but no.

He just said:

"Son, you'll only be doing
reconstructive operations, huh?

None of this cosmetic bullshit."

This coming from a man who
wants his dick made bigger.

Sometimes I think...

the only way for
me to stop him is...

to cut off my hands.

Look, I get it, man.

Your dad pushed you really hard.

That sucks.

But you're already
a plastic surgeon.

That's a pretty sweet
way to live a life, Raj.

But it's not my dream, Matt.

And now I'm 17 and I have
my entire life planned out for me.

Should I not have a choice?

Sure.

I always thought it would be
cool to be a Playboy photographer.

Meanwhile, my entire sexual
history consists of a single blow job...

from a man.

- Oh, my life sucks, Matt.
- Don't worry about it, man.

I had sex with a
transsexual once.

Several times, actually.

It's true.

Oh, man.

I gotta call my sponsor.

I should not be doing this.

Yeah, what a joke. You know, I'm closer
to my sponsor than I am my own dad.

- Matt.
- Hmm?

You've got to do me a favor.

What?

Get out of the car
and come to my side.

- Why?
- Matt, please.

- Over to my side.
- Yeah, okay.

Slam the door on it.

Dude, you're totally
baked. No, no way.

Do it. I won't tell anyone
you were involved.

What?

Matt, I have been thinking
about this for a very long time...

and it is the only
way out for me.

- Do it.
- Look, Raj, this is nuts, man.

Do it.

If you don't do it, I'll just
find someone else who will.

Do it.

Do it because
your father hit you.

Do it because he is
pressuring you to be a doctor.

Do it because he likes
me better than he likes you.

Do it because next to
me, your life is a failure.

You are a loser, Matt.

You are an embarrassment.
You are nothing.

Your father told me.

Hey.

I was able to reattach most
of the severed nerve endings.

But he'll never have
complete use of his hand.

That's tough.

I know he was like a son to you.

The son I have
is the son I love.

Whether he shares
my dreams or not.

You don't have to be a
doctor for me to love you, Matt.

It just comes
with the territory.

I can't understand how Raj
could've slammed the door like that...

on his own hand.

If you're desperate enough, I guess
you'll do whatever it takes to be heard.

Come on.

I'll walk with you.

So if you don't wanna be a
doctor, what do you wanna be?

- You'll laugh.
- Huh.

I might.

Try me, I'm listening.

Okay. Well, you know last year
when you were on Hearts and Scalpels?

I thought, well, maybe
that's what I should be.

You know, a doctor.

Then I realized I don't
actually wanna be a doctor...

I just wanna play one on TV.

- You wanna be an actor?
- Yeah.

No, look, man, you were
awesome on that show, you know?

So in a way, I'll still be
following in your footsteps...

just without the Organic Chemistry
and cutting up fetal pigs, you know?

Believe me, Matt, after a year of
acting, you're gonna miss that pig.

Hey.

All right, be good.

I'll try.

Honey, I'm home.

I sold two copiers today.

Sean.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Hey. Long day?

Very.

What are you doing?

Liz won't be coming over tonight
for your kiss-and-make-up dinner.

- How do you know?
- She told me.

Right after she resigned.

She'll get over it.

Christ, I thought
she was different.

You mean lacking sensitivity?
Impervious to your bullshit?

Sorry, pal. Women are women,
even if they used to be lesbians.

I don't need your opinion.
I know you don't approve.

I've kept my mouth shut
about your relationship.

I thought it was a terrible idea.
You don't shit where you eat.

Oh, look, spare me the clichés
and the sensitivity, would you?

- I don't need it.
- You do.

You break hearts and you
hurt people with your narcissism.

And the sad thing is, Liz
thought you would change for her.

Love and sex don't have to be
interchangeable. Lizzy knows that.

Well, apparently not.

Right after she resigned and I lost
the best anesthesiologist I ever had...

she informed me she's
moving back to Miami.