Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 6, Episode 10 - Wesley Clovis - full transcript
Sean is hit with an ethical and moral dilemma when he is offered a deal. In return for performing liposuction on an obese prisoner about to be executed, Matt would being released from prison on a legal technicality. Christian, after discovering that Kimber is pregnant, orders her to have an abortion or lose him in the process. He does not believe in having children. His ultimatum grows when he promises to marry her if she goes through with the abortion. A desperate Kimber turns to both Liz and Mike for advice while deciding how far she is prepared to go for the man she loves. Also, Matt discovers information that could jeopardize his possible release from prison.
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What about if I gave you a ring?
And it came from Mike's heart,
and I don't think you really have one.
I do have one, and it belongs to you.
Always has.
Turn around.
- Walk with your back towards us.
- Your son's doing fine. He sends his love.
- Where's Matt? I wanna see Matt.
I'm taking good care of him.
You gotta help me. Please!
Tell me what you don't like
about yourself, Miss...
Special Agent Thomas.
I'm from the district attorney's office.
So, what can we do for you?
I want you to suck the fat
out of a murdering piece of scum...
...so we can kill him.
Wesley Clovis.
He's due to be executed in two weeks.
His weight increases the risk...
...that the correct dose of Thiopental
cannot be determined...
...and he will therefore
not be properly anesthetized.
Bullshit. Some kid
over at the public defender's office...
...wants to play TV lawyer.
He throws the Eighth Amendment at us.
Experts agree if the first drug doesn't work,
the execution could be excruciating.
It took three hours for that sick bastard
to rape and torture a 17-year-old girl...
...and now he's using "cruel and unusual
punishment" to get off? Come on.
- Court's never gonna buy this.
- Really? Now, why is that?
Because it's unjust?
Come on, doctors,
we live by the rule of law...
...and the law states that execution
by lethal injection...
...be of sufficient dosage
to quickly and painlessly cause death.
With someone Clovis' size,
we can't absolutely guarantee that.
The only way to make sure
that the execution goes properly...
...is if he sheds some of that blubber,
pronto.
So you picked us to give him liposuction
and a tummy tuck...
...out of all of the plastic surgeons
in the state?
In exchange for your services...
...the DA's willing to shorten
your son's prison term.
- He could be up for parole in...
No, no, no.
If you want our help,
Matt gets out now, period.
- Christian.
Well...
...I can convince the district attorney
to consider your offer.
We need to discuss this,
if you don't mind, in private.
Oh, sure.
Listen, sooner or later,
Clovis is fish food.
Now, the only issue is whether he gets
to stuff his face for another 15 years...
...while his appeal winds its way
through the courts.
Your son's still young, doctor.
Isn't his life worth more
than that of an unrepentant murderer?
- What's this?
- This, my Bombay baby...
...is a chai mango martini,
one of my new brilliant inventions.
Mm. It's good.
Where's Wilber?
He had another little accident.
And I'm spending, what, 275 a session,
which I can't afford...
...on this charlatan kiddie shrink...
...and he's still pissing in his bed.
You know what they do?
Do you have any idea what they do
together? They play Candy Land.
He's fine. I changed his sheets.
I read him a story.
He's sleeping like a lamb.
I want you to enjoy your drink,
because I'm serving you dinner.
Okay.
What's going on, Kimmy? Huh?
You tired of driving that old Camry?
You got your eyes on a Porsche?
I am expanding my culinary horizons.
It's called making an effort, Christian.
I'm pregnant, Christian.
I don't want any more kids, Kimber.
I can't afford any more kids. Okay?
Emotionally or financially.
- I want things to get easier, not harder.
- I understand.
But sometimes unexpected things happen
for a reason, and you love kids.
I'm 45 years old. Okay?
I already got three kids.
And, frankly, my dear,
parenting is not your long suit. At all.
That grandchild of mine,
she already is showing signs...
...of becoming a world-class spoiled brat.
Come here. Come here.
You just have to make up your mind:
A check for its schooling, or me.
- It's not an "it," Christian.
- You can't have both.
Why can't you just say you'll sleep on it?
Please.
You cooked this shit for nothing.
Thank you, Dr. McNamara. That's enough.
You can stop that singing.
- Can you lose the hats? We're not babies.
You look ridiculous.
That's because Mom keeps treating us
like we're 4.
Amy popped her cherry
when she was 12.
I've been having an affair with my teacher
for almost six weeks. We're not babies.
He's gonna miss
having that rhino schnoz up his ass.
Okay, that's enough. I'll take that.
Okay, girls.
- We about ready here?
Let's count back from a hundred.
- Okay.
One hundred.
- Ninety-nine.
- Ninety-eight.
Good morning, Christian.
So glad you could join us.
Yeah. What's so good about it?
Well, besides the celebration
of the Krumholtz twins' sweet 16...
...I slept much better last night...
...once I realized we're not gonna
give lipo to Mr. Clovis.
The deal's off?
Why'd they change their mind?
They didn't. I did.
I called Special Agent Thomas this morning,
and I told her we are not interested.
You'd rather see your son rot in prison
than help fry a child murderer?
If anyone gets wind that we gave lipo
to a man just so he could be executed...
...we're gonna be doing worse
than birthday nose jobs.
You're such a selfish bastard.
You're more worried
about your solid-gold reputation...
...than you are about your own son.
Tell you what,
you can be the one to tell him.
Ugh! Jesus. Is everything
in this goddamn place expired?
Your man-thong's on too tight?
You've been in a foul mood all day.
Kimber's pregnant.
Congratulations.
- Is it yours?
- Yes, of course it's mine.
It's bullshit. She wants to keep it.
Can you believe the balls on that chick?
You don't get it. That's the only way
she thinks she can hold on to you.
She already has me.
Nobody has you. We can see you.
We can talk to you.
You don't let anybody in.
It's the only guarantee that Kimber has
that you'll stick around.
Hey, Dad. Hey.
So they let everyone have full contact
with family now?
What, are you kidding me? No.
But since you're doing the operation
on Wesley...
...they've been treating me better
in here.
Really?
Yeah, you have no idea, man.
You saved my life.
Look, when I get out of here...
...I promise I'm gonna bust my ass
to turn things around, okay?
- You're gonna see. I owe you that much.
- Matt.
I've decided
I'm not gonna do the surgery.
I can't operate on a man
just so he can be put to death.
I'm sorry.
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
But I thought you agreed
so that I could be released.
No. And it still doesn't change
what I'm being asked to do...
...which is compromise my ethics...
...as a doctor.
- Your ethics?
You take an oath
when you dedicate yourself to medicine...
...and the basis of that thing
I've built my life on is, first, do no harm.
I can't go against everything I stand for
and risk my reputation right now...
...even if it means keeping you here.
So, what you're saying is that pedophile,
that child rapist...
...means more to you than your own son?
- That's not what I'm saying.
You don't give a shit about me.
You haven't for a long time.
I told you I'm happy to help
with your appeal.
My appeal? I don't need an appeal.
What I want is to get the hell out of here.
I can't because you won't do some stupid
surgery you do a hundred times a week.
I'm tired of being asked to betray my beliefs
because of your bad decisions.
- How about the fact that you belong here?
- You son of a bitch!
You are dead to me, you hear me?
You are dead to me!
I don't ever wanna see you again!
Don't ever come back, Sean!
You are dead to me! You are dead!
We're good?
Okay. Let's get this over with, shall we?
Is this gonna hurt?
Because I don't like pain.
It makes me dizzy.
No.
It's not gonna hurt.
How about that girl you murdered?
Think she liked pain?
- Think she got dizzy?
- I didn't kill her.
That's not what the jury thought,
or the appeals court, or the governor.
They're all wrong, because I didn't do it.
Come on. She complained
about you peeping in her windows.
They found your boot print
in her apartment, in her blood.
Well, I shouldn't have peeped.
I shouldn't have peeped,
but I didn't kill her. Ow!
You know, Sling Blade...
...that old-timey "I didn't do nothing"
hick shit just don't work for me.
I came home, and her door was open...
...and I looked inside
to see if she was okay.
She was a nice girl.
Did you know dead bodies,
they don't look like they do on TV?
They look rubbery.
Like a picture. You know? No soul.
I got scared, and I ran away.
I know I sh...
I know I shouldn't have.
I know I should've called the police.
I know I messed up.
- But I didn't kill her.
- Tell it to your priest.
I've been telling everyone for 15 years.
No one's listening.
Doesn't matter anymore.
I'm done fighting.
Time for me to go.
Then I guess I'm doing you a favor.
You're welcome.
Do you...?
Do you think dying hurts, doc?
For you? Yeah.
I think it hurts forever.
What is he doing in my exam room?
Standard preop.
If the surgery's gonna be here...
...and I'm sucking 150 pounds of fat
out of this guy...
...then I need state-of-the-art equipment.
- We're not doing this surgery.
I am. For my son.
- I'll sue you, and I'll win.
- Try me.
I'll get a court order to stop you from doing
the operation until the case is settled.
Whoo! Come on, Kimmy. Huh?
Let's toast to us.
I'm not drinking. I'm pregnant.
Oh, come on.
A little champagne's not gonna hurt.
Just a little bit.
I'm not drinking, Christian. I'm pregnant.
And what are we toasting anyways?
You being a complete asshole
and not caring about anybody but yourself?
I've been thinking long and hard
about the two of us.
We are not young anymore, you know?
Like we used to be.
Like we were when we first met.
I've had several life lessons since then,
and I know you have too...
...but we always keep, you know,
coming back to each other.
You know? No matter what. I've never
had a connection with somebody...
...the way that I do with you, and I know
that you feel the same way about me.
We've seen the best of each other
and the worst.
And when we get between the sheets...
...it's magic.
I want you there
when I go to sleep at night...
...and I want you there
when I wake up in the morning.
Will you marry me?
Wow, it's beautiful.
It's vintage, baby. Just like us.
- One small caveat, sweetie pie.
- Yeah?
No babies.
Dr. McNamara?
The victim's father's here.
When they told me you refused to operate
on Clovis, I was pretty damn mad.
I knew I had to meet you face to face...
...so you could at least hear
my side of the story.
With all due respect, Mr. Martel,
I don't need to.
I know the details
of your daughter's death...
...and it does not change my position
as a doctor.
It's been 15 years
since Clovis was given the death penalty.
Fifteen years.
My daughter was only 17
when he killed her.
You know, they say
when a family member gets cancer...
...it's like the whole family gets cancer.
Imagine what it's like
when your baby girl is brutally murdered.
Would it be all right if I use your phone?
- I'm sorry, Wesley, but it's a little late.
- I just wanna order a pizza.
Please? I'm really hungry. Please?
I reported you to the police
for looking in my window.
Please just leave me alone.
He treated her like an animal.
Look, Mr. Martel...
...I can't imagine
what you've been through.
No, you can't.
My wife died of heart disease.
The stress of waiting...
...of not knowing if or when
we could put an end to this.
Now it's my turn.
Chordoma. Base of the spine.
I know a surgeon at St. Joseph's,
a specialist in bone cancer...
...who's had a lot of success
with gamma-ray and laser technology.
No, thanks, doc. L...
I'm happy to leave.
I just don't wanna go before he does.
So I can face my daughter...
...and tell her that we punished the man
who took your life.
You were given justice.
Justice, baby girl.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Am I too early?
- No. No. I'm running late. Come in.
Good.
- How are you?
- Good. Nice to see you.
You know,
I was so surprised to get a call.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Just surprised?
- Well, and happy.
Excited.
- Okay. I'm gonna be right back, all right?
- All right.
- Ah. You did some redecorating, huh?
- Yeah, I got rid of some stuff.
I read this article somewhere that said...
...you shouldn't have anything in your home
if it's not beautiful or useful.
So I'm just trying to live like that.
I like it. Makes sense.
Hey, I was thinking we should check out
this new Mediterranean restaurant.
Patient of mine said
that it's supposed to be unreal.
Well, I hope you can cancel
those reservations.
What?
- How far along are you?
- What?
Your breasts are swollen.
Your nipples are darker.
You have mild acne
from the progesterone increase.
I'd guess seven weeks?
Six.
Well...
...we know it's not mine, then.
And yet...
...you called me over here to have sex
with you so you could, what...
...make me think I was the daddy?
Why?
Because I can barely manage one.
A single mother with two kids?
I'm not gonna find a man again.
And I can't do this on my own, Mike.
And you and I,
we were really good together.
We were.
I am so, so sorry.
Yeah.
Me too.
And I thought you'd be a really good dad.
Do you think
you could possibly forgive me for this?
I have a better idea.
Marry me.
You see that swarm of news helicopters?
I'm glad you changed your mind.
The guns are gonna have to remain
outside the OR.
They've all been soaked in the
hydrogen-peroxide gas-plasma sterilizer...
...for 14 hours, Dr. McNamara.
They're completely germ-free.
- Who are you?
- Dr. Neal.
I'm here to look over Dr. Cruz's shoulder,
double-check her numbers.
Yeah, God forbid I make a mistake
and Mr. Clovis never wakes up.
My lawyer said this is costing $300,000.
That's a lot of money.
Everyone loses
because of what you did, Wesley.
Why don't you just kill me, then,
and just get it over with?
That's not my job, Mr. Clovis.
Count back from a hundred for me.
Ninety-nine, 98...
Jeez. That lunch was disgusting.
How come you ain't fighting
to sit on the crapper?
Because I didn't eat it.
McNamara, grab your shit.
You're getting transferred.
I don't like releasing inmates
before they're rehabilitated.
- I'm getting out of here?
- I know I'll see you in here again.
No, no, no. There's no need for that.
And who's gonna
be driving you home today?
- Me.
- We can't let you risk driving...
...after the procedure.
Okay, well, I don't really have anyone
that I can call, so...
I'm sure you know someone
who could take off an hour and a half.
Hey. It's Kimber.
Come on. Come on. One more.
I gotcha. Come on. Come on.
Thanks.
I had it, though.
No sense killing yourself
when you're almost a free man, Matt.
Do I know you?
Jeremiah.
What makes you so special, Matt?
You're the one they're gonna let go
after they execute that boy, right?
So tell me, what'd you do
to deserve a second chance like that?
My dads did the surgery on Wesley.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm asking you...
...how come you can get away
with murder?
- What?
- Wesley's not the one that killed that girl.
- Yeah, well, they did two trials, Jeremiah.
- You talk to him?
That boy's so simple, he couldn't figure out
how to murder a hot dog.
He just in the wrong place
at the wrong time, that's all.
- How do you know this? Were you there?
- No.
I spent 11 years in the cell
with the man who was.
So you're saying
somebody confessed to you?
"Bragged" was more like it.
Told me all the gory details too.
He was a sick bastard.
That don't make sense.
You spent your life behind bars like I have,
nothing makes sense.
You know how many innocent men
there are on death row...
...because they couldn't afford
the right lawyer?
Why are you telling me this? Why haven't
you said anything to the warden?
What would that get me?
They'd just tell me I'm crazy.
You the one that need to be told.
You see, freedom is a heavy burden...
...and seeing as how God saw fit
to give it to you...
...it's only fair
that you have to pay the price.
Tomorrow, Wesley's blood
will be on your hands.
Hi.
- Thanks for coming.
Oh, no problem.
- Sorry they're so ridiculous with the rules.
- Oh, it's no problem.
I know it's weird I called you.
But at the end of the day,
I just feel more comfortable with you.
I mean, you've been through this
with him.
Could I ask you a personal question?
Do you regret your abortion?
Sometimes.
I mean, sometimes I think
it would've been nice to have a son...
...no matter how imperfect.
Be nice to have someone
to love and care for.
Maybe then I wouldn't have
married Christian.
You know, that's a chapter
I could've easily done without.
You must think I am completely insane
for doing this for him.
You know...
...I didn't come here to advise you. I just...
I came to drive you home.
Yeah. I understand.
Listen.
At the time, I just... I didn't think
I could raise a child by myself.
And I knew that if I had
a Down syndrome baby with Christian...
...it would be by myself.
Yeah.
But the thing is,
is that I wanted to have this baby so bad.
And I begged him. I mean, I begged him.
And I even thought maybe, like you,
you know, I could just do it on my own.
And then I even entertained the idea of...
Marry you?
We're both not getting any younger.
Everybody has got baggage.
Divorce. Kids.
The important thing...
...is that you find the right person...
...that you wanna spend
the rest of your life with.
But in the end,
it's Christian that I just can't live without.
And I just wanna be with him, Liz.
I wanna marry him.
I just wanna spend the rest of my life
with him. I always have.
And that's what I want
more than anything.
Even more than this baby.
And I know it sounds awful.
No, it doesn't, and I know you have got
a bad case of Christian.
- You got it worse than any of us.
- I know. God.
The thing is, I know that I have screwed up
so bad with Jenna.
I mean, it's painful for me.
So I guess
I just wanted Christian to see...
...that I can be a real mother.
Kimber Henry?
Hi.
Okay.
I've gotta do this.
You know it's gonna be okay. Right?
I mean, who knows? In a year,
Christian might want another baby.
- Right?
- Maybe. Yeah.
Wow.
You are really a strong woman, Liz.
I can see why Christian married you.
- All right.
All right.
- I'll be back.
- I'll be right here.
Okay. Thank you.
- Okay.
Hi.
This way.
Here. This'll keep you nice and warm.
Your fever's going down.
And that's good, huh?
- Why don't you get some sleep?
- Okay.
Oh, sweetness, listen, listen.
You're gonna be fine when you feel better.
It's not gonna seem so bleak.
Okay?
Girl Scout promise.
- Thanks, Liz.
- Get some rest.
Welcome home.
Lizzy.
- To what do I owe the pleasure?
- I was helping Kimber.
She's not feeling so well,
but I think she's finally gone to sleep.
Would you stop speaking in code?
Just tell me what's going on.
I drove her home from the hospital.
- Mm-hm.
- After she had...
...the procedure.
- So she got rid of it?
- Yeah. She got rid of it.
Wow.
Well, I guess that means
I'm getting married.
Well, you know,
I guess I should go congratulate the missus.
Oh, no, please, don't.
- There were complications.
- What kind of complications?
A perforation.
- Her cervix was retroverted.
- Lizzy.
- Stop it with this. Just, please, say it.
- She can't have any more children.
Not that that matters to you,
because you don't want any more.
Right?
Now, I know she's no Mother Teresa,
but she cannot have any more babies.
So if at some point in the future
you decide to leave her...
...put that little piece of information
into the equation...
...as a reminder
of just what she gave up to be with you.
Why did she come to you
instead of coming to me?
Why?
Because she was scared,
and I had done it before.
And because I was not the one
who told her to do it.
- Did you come to tell me the deal's off?
- What?
No. We came to bring you this.
Can't have you heading out into freedom...
...in the same rags you came in here in.
We checked with the warden.
You can take that back to your cell
and change while you wait for your release.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
So this means Wesley's gonna be?
In an hour.
They figured out a way to do it
without pain, then?
That's why we're here.
Make sure the doses are correct...
...answer any questions
before they put him to sleep.
- What made you change your mind?
- I didn't change my mind.
I always thought
Wesley should pay for what he did.
Just like anyone
who commits a crime should.
All right, Sean, come on.
He's paid plenty for his mistakes.
Haven't you?
I mean, it's not like he murdered
or raped anybody, like that asshole.
I know you're gonna be a good boy,
aren't you?
- Yeah, that's right.
- You promise?
You see? He's gonna be a changed man.
Wait. Look.
There's something
I need to tell you guys first.
About Wesley and the execution.
What?
He's told people...
What?
- That if he ever gets out of here,
he'll do it again.
He's a very sick man, and you should have
no remorse for what you're doing.
And I'm sorry for what I said to you.
I know you were just trying to do the right
thing. You're my dad, and I love you.
I don't wanna see this.
You don't have a choice.
It's part of the deal.
We're the only ones who know
how much fat we sucked out.
If they wanted to stop murderers,
they should televise this shit.
If they wanna abolish the death penalty,
they should televise it.
- We shouldn't have done this.
- No regrets. All right?
I mean, come on.
This guy was gonna die anyway.
And now your son loves you again, right?
It's a good thing.
Besides, we've seen people die before,
and, hell, we threw them in a swamp.
This is painless and justified.
- You trying to convince me or yourself?
The prisoner wants to see you two.
Is it supposed to hurt this bad?
- They haven't administered the drugs yet.
- No, I mean the surgery.
I was up puking all night last night.
- I couldn't... I couldn't eat my last meal.
- Didn't they give you the pain meds?
I ask about them, but they said
it would interfere with this stuff.
One of you wanna double-check
my numbers?
I've never seen
this much sodium thiopental prescribed.
That's kind of the point.
Can't we give him some Versed
to calm him down?
- The barbiturates won't be affected.
- This isn't Beverly Hills.
The incision's infected.
You didn't see that?
As long as the numbers in the file
are correct, it's all gonna be fine.
Yeah, they're fine.
Time to go.
Tell me it's not gonna hurt.
- Just tell me it's not gonna hurt.
- It's not gonna hurt.
Wesley, look at me.
It's not gonna hurt, I promise. Okay?
You're just gonna go to sleep.
Mr. Clovis.
The governor of California has denied
your final request for clemency.
Do you have any final words?
Calling it at 3:17 p. m.
Can we get our son back now?
Yep. I'll go finish his paperwork.
It's all over now, Mr. Martel.
I guess so.
Doesn't feel like it, though.
What about if I gave you a ring?
And it came from Mike's heart,
and I don't think you really have one.
I do have one, and it belongs to you.
Always has.
Turn around.
- Walk with your back towards us.
- Your son's doing fine. He sends his love.
- Where's Matt? I wanna see Matt.
I'm taking good care of him.
You gotta help me. Please!
Tell me what you don't like
about yourself, Miss...
Special Agent Thomas.
I'm from the district attorney's office.
So, what can we do for you?
I want you to suck the fat
out of a murdering piece of scum...
...so we can kill him.
Wesley Clovis.
He's due to be executed in two weeks.
His weight increases the risk...
...that the correct dose of Thiopental
cannot be determined...
...and he will therefore
not be properly anesthetized.
Bullshit. Some kid
over at the public defender's office...
...wants to play TV lawyer.
He throws the Eighth Amendment at us.
Experts agree if the first drug doesn't work,
the execution could be excruciating.
It took three hours for that sick bastard
to rape and torture a 17-year-old girl...
...and now he's using "cruel and unusual
punishment" to get off? Come on.
- Court's never gonna buy this.
- Really? Now, why is that?
Because it's unjust?
Come on, doctors,
we live by the rule of law...
...and the law states that execution
by lethal injection...
...be of sufficient dosage
to quickly and painlessly cause death.
With someone Clovis' size,
we can't absolutely guarantee that.
The only way to make sure
that the execution goes properly...
...is if he sheds some of that blubber,
pronto.
So you picked us to give him liposuction
and a tummy tuck...
...out of all of the plastic surgeons
in the state?
In exchange for your services...
...the DA's willing to shorten
your son's prison term.
- He could be up for parole in...
No, no, no.
If you want our help,
Matt gets out now, period.
- Christian.
Well...
...I can convince the district attorney
to consider your offer.
We need to discuss this,
if you don't mind, in private.
Oh, sure.
Listen, sooner or later,
Clovis is fish food.
Now, the only issue is whether he gets
to stuff his face for another 15 years...
...while his appeal winds its way
through the courts.
Your son's still young, doctor.
Isn't his life worth more
than that of an unrepentant murderer?
- What's this?
- This, my Bombay baby...
...is a chai mango martini,
one of my new brilliant inventions.
Mm. It's good.
Where's Wilber?
He had another little accident.
And I'm spending, what, 275 a session,
which I can't afford...
...on this charlatan kiddie shrink...
...and he's still pissing in his bed.
You know what they do?
Do you have any idea what they do
together? They play Candy Land.
He's fine. I changed his sheets.
I read him a story.
He's sleeping like a lamb.
I want you to enjoy your drink,
because I'm serving you dinner.
Okay.
What's going on, Kimmy? Huh?
You tired of driving that old Camry?
You got your eyes on a Porsche?
I am expanding my culinary horizons.
It's called making an effort, Christian.
I'm pregnant, Christian.
I don't want any more kids, Kimber.
I can't afford any more kids. Okay?
Emotionally or financially.
- I want things to get easier, not harder.
- I understand.
But sometimes unexpected things happen
for a reason, and you love kids.
I'm 45 years old. Okay?
I already got three kids.
And, frankly, my dear,
parenting is not your long suit. At all.
That grandchild of mine,
she already is showing signs...
...of becoming a world-class spoiled brat.
Come here. Come here.
You just have to make up your mind:
A check for its schooling, or me.
- It's not an "it," Christian.
- You can't have both.
Why can't you just say you'll sleep on it?
Please.
You cooked this shit for nothing.
Thank you, Dr. McNamara. That's enough.
You can stop that singing.
- Can you lose the hats? We're not babies.
You look ridiculous.
That's because Mom keeps treating us
like we're 4.
Amy popped her cherry
when she was 12.
I've been having an affair with my teacher
for almost six weeks. We're not babies.
He's gonna miss
having that rhino schnoz up his ass.
Okay, that's enough. I'll take that.
Okay, girls.
- We about ready here?
Let's count back from a hundred.
- Okay.
One hundred.
- Ninety-nine.
- Ninety-eight.
Good morning, Christian.
So glad you could join us.
Yeah. What's so good about it?
Well, besides the celebration
of the Krumholtz twins' sweet 16...
...I slept much better last night...
...once I realized we're not gonna
give lipo to Mr. Clovis.
The deal's off?
Why'd they change their mind?
They didn't. I did.
I called Special Agent Thomas this morning,
and I told her we are not interested.
You'd rather see your son rot in prison
than help fry a child murderer?
If anyone gets wind that we gave lipo
to a man just so he could be executed...
...we're gonna be doing worse
than birthday nose jobs.
You're such a selfish bastard.
You're more worried
about your solid-gold reputation...
...than you are about your own son.
Tell you what,
you can be the one to tell him.
Ugh! Jesus. Is everything
in this goddamn place expired?
Your man-thong's on too tight?
You've been in a foul mood all day.
Kimber's pregnant.
Congratulations.
- Is it yours?
- Yes, of course it's mine.
It's bullshit. She wants to keep it.
Can you believe the balls on that chick?
You don't get it. That's the only way
she thinks she can hold on to you.
She already has me.
Nobody has you. We can see you.
We can talk to you.
You don't let anybody in.
It's the only guarantee that Kimber has
that you'll stick around.
Hey, Dad. Hey.
So they let everyone have full contact
with family now?
What, are you kidding me? No.
But since you're doing the operation
on Wesley...
...they've been treating me better
in here.
Really?
Yeah, you have no idea, man.
You saved my life.
Look, when I get out of here...
...I promise I'm gonna bust my ass
to turn things around, okay?
- You're gonna see. I owe you that much.
- Matt.
I've decided
I'm not gonna do the surgery.
I can't operate on a man
just so he can be put to death.
I'm sorry.
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
But I thought you agreed
so that I could be released.
No. And it still doesn't change
what I'm being asked to do...
...which is compromise my ethics...
...as a doctor.
- Your ethics?
You take an oath
when you dedicate yourself to medicine...
...and the basis of that thing
I've built my life on is, first, do no harm.
I can't go against everything I stand for
and risk my reputation right now...
...even if it means keeping you here.
So, what you're saying is that pedophile,
that child rapist...
...means more to you than your own son?
- That's not what I'm saying.
You don't give a shit about me.
You haven't for a long time.
I told you I'm happy to help
with your appeal.
My appeal? I don't need an appeal.
What I want is to get the hell out of here.
I can't because you won't do some stupid
surgery you do a hundred times a week.
I'm tired of being asked to betray my beliefs
because of your bad decisions.
- How about the fact that you belong here?
- You son of a bitch!
You are dead to me, you hear me?
You are dead to me!
I don't ever wanna see you again!
Don't ever come back, Sean!
You are dead to me! You are dead!
We're good?
Okay. Let's get this over with, shall we?
Is this gonna hurt?
Because I don't like pain.
It makes me dizzy.
No.
It's not gonna hurt.
How about that girl you murdered?
Think she liked pain?
- Think she got dizzy?
- I didn't kill her.
That's not what the jury thought,
or the appeals court, or the governor.
They're all wrong, because I didn't do it.
Come on. She complained
about you peeping in her windows.
They found your boot print
in her apartment, in her blood.
Well, I shouldn't have peeped.
I shouldn't have peeped,
but I didn't kill her. Ow!
You know, Sling Blade...
...that old-timey "I didn't do nothing"
hick shit just don't work for me.
I came home, and her door was open...
...and I looked inside
to see if she was okay.
She was a nice girl.
Did you know dead bodies,
they don't look like they do on TV?
They look rubbery.
Like a picture. You know? No soul.
I got scared, and I ran away.
I know I sh...
I know I shouldn't have.
I know I should've called the police.
I know I messed up.
- But I didn't kill her.
- Tell it to your priest.
I've been telling everyone for 15 years.
No one's listening.
Doesn't matter anymore.
I'm done fighting.
Time for me to go.
Then I guess I'm doing you a favor.
You're welcome.
Do you...?
Do you think dying hurts, doc?
For you? Yeah.
I think it hurts forever.
What is he doing in my exam room?
Standard preop.
If the surgery's gonna be here...
...and I'm sucking 150 pounds of fat
out of this guy...
...then I need state-of-the-art equipment.
- We're not doing this surgery.
I am. For my son.
- I'll sue you, and I'll win.
- Try me.
I'll get a court order to stop you from doing
the operation until the case is settled.
Whoo! Come on, Kimmy. Huh?
Let's toast to us.
I'm not drinking. I'm pregnant.
Oh, come on.
A little champagne's not gonna hurt.
Just a little bit.
I'm not drinking, Christian. I'm pregnant.
And what are we toasting anyways?
You being a complete asshole
and not caring about anybody but yourself?
I've been thinking long and hard
about the two of us.
We are not young anymore, you know?
Like we used to be.
Like we were when we first met.
I've had several life lessons since then,
and I know you have too...
...but we always keep, you know,
coming back to each other.
You know? No matter what. I've never
had a connection with somebody...
...the way that I do with you, and I know
that you feel the same way about me.
We've seen the best of each other
and the worst.
And when we get between the sheets...
...it's magic.
I want you there
when I go to sleep at night...
...and I want you there
when I wake up in the morning.
Will you marry me?
Wow, it's beautiful.
It's vintage, baby. Just like us.
- One small caveat, sweetie pie.
- Yeah?
No babies.
Dr. McNamara?
The victim's father's here.
When they told me you refused to operate
on Clovis, I was pretty damn mad.
I knew I had to meet you face to face...
...so you could at least hear
my side of the story.
With all due respect, Mr. Martel,
I don't need to.
I know the details
of your daughter's death...
...and it does not change my position
as a doctor.
It's been 15 years
since Clovis was given the death penalty.
Fifteen years.
My daughter was only 17
when he killed her.
You know, they say
when a family member gets cancer...
...it's like the whole family gets cancer.
Imagine what it's like
when your baby girl is brutally murdered.
Would it be all right if I use your phone?
- I'm sorry, Wesley, but it's a little late.
- I just wanna order a pizza.
Please? I'm really hungry. Please?
I reported you to the police
for looking in my window.
Please just leave me alone.
He treated her like an animal.
Look, Mr. Martel...
...I can't imagine
what you've been through.
No, you can't.
My wife died of heart disease.
The stress of waiting...
...of not knowing if or when
we could put an end to this.
Now it's my turn.
Chordoma. Base of the spine.
I know a surgeon at St. Joseph's,
a specialist in bone cancer...
...who's had a lot of success
with gamma-ray and laser technology.
No, thanks, doc. L...
I'm happy to leave.
I just don't wanna go before he does.
So I can face my daughter...
...and tell her that we punished the man
who took your life.
You were given justice.
Justice, baby girl.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Am I too early?
- No. No. I'm running late. Come in.
Good.
- How are you?
- Good. Nice to see you.
You know,
I was so surprised to get a call.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Just surprised?
- Well, and happy.
Excited.
- Okay. I'm gonna be right back, all right?
- All right.
- Ah. You did some redecorating, huh?
- Yeah, I got rid of some stuff.
I read this article somewhere that said...
...you shouldn't have anything in your home
if it's not beautiful or useful.
So I'm just trying to live like that.
I like it. Makes sense.
Hey, I was thinking we should check out
this new Mediterranean restaurant.
Patient of mine said
that it's supposed to be unreal.
Well, I hope you can cancel
those reservations.
What?
- How far along are you?
- What?
Your breasts are swollen.
Your nipples are darker.
You have mild acne
from the progesterone increase.
I'd guess seven weeks?
Six.
Well...
...we know it's not mine, then.
And yet...
...you called me over here to have sex
with you so you could, what...
...make me think I was the daddy?
Why?
Because I can barely manage one.
A single mother with two kids?
I'm not gonna find a man again.
And I can't do this on my own, Mike.
And you and I,
we were really good together.
We were.
I am so, so sorry.
Yeah.
Me too.
And I thought you'd be a really good dad.
Do you think
you could possibly forgive me for this?
I have a better idea.
Marry me.
You see that swarm of news helicopters?
I'm glad you changed your mind.
The guns are gonna have to remain
outside the OR.
They've all been soaked in the
hydrogen-peroxide gas-plasma sterilizer...
...for 14 hours, Dr. McNamara.
They're completely germ-free.
- Who are you?
- Dr. Neal.
I'm here to look over Dr. Cruz's shoulder,
double-check her numbers.
Yeah, God forbid I make a mistake
and Mr. Clovis never wakes up.
My lawyer said this is costing $300,000.
That's a lot of money.
Everyone loses
because of what you did, Wesley.
Why don't you just kill me, then,
and just get it over with?
That's not my job, Mr. Clovis.
Count back from a hundred for me.
Ninety-nine, 98...
Jeez. That lunch was disgusting.
How come you ain't fighting
to sit on the crapper?
Because I didn't eat it.
McNamara, grab your shit.
You're getting transferred.
I don't like releasing inmates
before they're rehabilitated.
- I'm getting out of here?
- I know I'll see you in here again.
No, no, no. There's no need for that.
And who's gonna
be driving you home today?
- Me.
- We can't let you risk driving...
...after the procedure.
Okay, well, I don't really have anyone
that I can call, so...
I'm sure you know someone
who could take off an hour and a half.
Hey. It's Kimber.
Come on. Come on. One more.
I gotcha. Come on. Come on.
Thanks.
I had it, though.
No sense killing yourself
when you're almost a free man, Matt.
Do I know you?
Jeremiah.
What makes you so special, Matt?
You're the one they're gonna let go
after they execute that boy, right?
So tell me, what'd you do
to deserve a second chance like that?
My dads did the surgery on Wesley.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm asking you...
...how come you can get away
with murder?
- What?
- Wesley's not the one that killed that girl.
- Yeah, well, they did two trials, Jeremiah.
- You talk to him?
That boy's so simple, he couldn't figure out
how to murder a hot dog.
He just in the wrong place
at the wrong time, that's all.
- How do you know this? Were you there?
- No.
I spent 11 years in the cell
with the man who was.
So you're saying
somebody confessed to you?
"Bragged" was more like it.
Told me all the gory details too.
He was a sick bastard.
That don't make sense.
You spent your life behind bars like I have,
nothing makes sense.
You know how many innocent men
there are on death row...
...because they couldn't afford
the right lawyer?
Why are you telling me this? Why haven't
you said anything to the warden?
What would that get me?
They'd just tell me I'm crazy.
You the one that need to be told.
You see, freedom is a heavy burden...
...and seeing as how God saw fit
to give it to you...
...it's only fair
that you have to pay the price.
Tomorrow, Wesley's blood
will be on your hands.
Hi.
- Thanks for coming.
Oh, no problem.
- Sorry they're so ridiculous with the rules.
- Oh, it's no problem.
I know it's weird I called you.
But at the end of the day,
I just feel more comfortable with you.
I mean, you've been through this
with him.
Could I ask you a personal question?
Do you regret your abortion?
Sometimes.
I mean, sometimes I think
it would've been nice to have a son...
...no matter how imperfect.
Be nice to have someone
to love and care for.
Maybe then I wouldn't have
married Christian.
You know, that's a chapter
I could've easily done without.
You must think I am completely insane
for doing this for him.
You know...
...I didn't come here to advise you. I just...
I came to drive you home.
Yeah. I understand.
Listen.
At the time, I just... I didn't think
I could raise a child by myself.
And I knew that if I had
a Down syndrome baby with Christian...
...it would be by myself.
Yeah.
But the thing is,
is that I wanted to have this baby so bad.
And I begged him. I mean, I begged him.
And I even thought maybe, like you,
you know, I could just do it on my own.
And then I even entertained the idea of...
Marry you?
We're both not getting any younger.
Everybody has got baggage.
Divorce. Kids.
The important thing...
...is that you find the right person...
...that you wanna spend
the rest of your life with.
But in the end,
it's Christian that I just can't live without.
And I just wanna be with him, Liz.
I wanna marry him.
I just wanna spend the rest of my life
with him. I always have.
And that's what I want
more than anything.
Even more than this baby.
And I know it sounds awful.
No, it doesn't, and I know you have got
a bad case of Christian.
- You got it worse than any of us.
- I know. God.
The thing is, I know that I have screwed up
so bad with Jenna.
I mean, it's painful for me.
So I guess
I just wanted Christian to see...
...that I can be a real mother.
Kimber Henry?
Hi.
Okay.
I've gotta do this.
You know it's gonna be okay. Right?
I mean, who knows? In a year,
Christian might want another baby.
- Right?
- Maybe. Yeah.
Wow.
You are really a strong woman, Liz.
I can see why Christian married you.
- All right.
All right.
- I'll be back.
- I'll be right here.
Okay. Thank you.
- Okay.
Hi.
This way.
Here. This'll keep you nice and warm.
Your fever's going down.
And that's good, huh?
- Why don't you get some sleep?
- Okay.
Oh, sweetness, listen, listen.
You're gonna be fine when you feel better.
It's not gonna seem so bleak.
Okay?
Girl Scout promise.
- Thanks, Liz.
- Get some rest.
Welcome home.
Lizzy.
- To what do I owe the pleasure?
- I was helping Kimber.
She's not feeling so well,
but I think she's finally gone to sleep.
Would you stop speaking in code?
Just tell me what's going on.
I drove her home from the hospital.
- Mm-hm.
- After she had...
...the procedure.
- So she got rid of it?
- Yeah. She got rid of it.
Wow.
Well, I guess that means
I'm getting married.
Well, you know,
I guess I should go congratulate the missus.
Oh, no, please, don't.
- There were complications.
- What kind of complications?
A perforation.
- Her cervix was retroverted.
- Lizzy.
- Stop it with this. Just, please, say it.
- She can't have any more children.
Not that that matters to you,
because you don't want any more.
Right?
Now, I know she's no Mother Teresa,
but she cannot have any more babies.
So if at some point in the future
you decide to leave her...
...put that little piece of information
into the equation...
...as a reminder
of just what she gave up to be with you.
Why did she come to you
instead of coming to me?
Why?
Because she was scared,
and I had done it before.
And because I was not the one
who told her to do it.
- Did you come to tell me the deal's off?
- What?
No. We came to bring you this.
Can't have you heading out into freedom...
...in the same rags you came in here in.
We checked with the warden.
You can take that back to your cell
and change while you wait for your release.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
So this means Wesley's gonna be?
In an hour.
They figured out a way to do it
without pain, then?
That's why we're here.
Make sure the doses are correct...
...answer any questions
before they put him to sleep.
- What made you change your mind?
- I didn't change my mind.
I always thought
Wesley should pay for what he did.
Just like anyone
who commits a crime should.
All right, Sean, come on.
He's paid plenty for his mistakes.
Haven't you?
I mean, it's not like he murdered
or raped anybody, like that asshole.
I know you're gonna be a good boy,
aren't you?
- Yeah, that's right.
- You promise?
You see? He's gonna be a changed man.
Wait. Look.
There's something
I need to tell you guys first.
About Wesley and the execution.
What?
He's told people...
What?
- That if he ever gets out of here,
he'll do it again.
He's a very sick man, and you should have
no remorse for what you're doing.
And I'm sorry for what I said to you.
I know you were just trying to do the right
thing. You're my dad, and I love you.
I don't wanna see this.
You don't have a choice.
It's part of the deal.
We're the only ones who know
how much fat we sucked out.
If they wanted to stop murderers,
they should televise this shit.
If they wanna abolish the death penalty,
they should televise it.
- We shouldn't have done this.
- No regrets. All right?
I mean, come on.
This guy was gonna die anyway.
And now your son loves you again, right?
It's a good thing.
Besides, we've seen people die before,
and, hell, we threw them in a swamp.
This is painless and justified.
- You trying to convince me or yourself?
The prisoner wants to see you two.
Is it supposed to hurt this bad?
- They haven't administered the drugs yet.
- No, I mean the surgery.
I was up puking all night last night.
- I couldn't... I couldn't eat my last meal.
- Didn't they give you the pain meds?
I ask about them, but they said
it would interfere with this stuff.
One of you wanna double-check
my numbers?
I've never seen
this much sodium thiopental prescribed.
That's kind of the point.
Can't we give him some Versed
to calm him down?
- The barbiturates won't be affected.
- This isn't Beverly Hills.
The incision's infected.
You didn't see that?
As long as the numbers in the file
are correct, it's all gonna be fine.
Yeah, they're fine.
Time to go.
Tell me it's not gonna hurt.
- Just tell me it's not gonna hurt.
- It's not gonna hurt.
Wesley, look at me.
It's not gonna hurt, I promise. Okay?
You're just gonna go to sleep.
Mr. Clovis.
The governor of California has denied
your final request for clemency.
Do you have any final words?
Calling it at 3:17 p. m.
Can we get our son back now?
Yep. I'll go finish his paperwork.
It's all over now, Mr. Martel.
I guess so.
Doesn't feel like it, though.