Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 6, Episode 15 - Virginia Hayes - full transcript

Previously on Nip/Tuck:

Kimber is missing.

Coast Guard thinks she's dead.

I don't know what to do.

Señor Perez.

I'm Escobar Gallardo, the
former boss of Silvio Perez.

Silvio stole my
daughter's innocence.

Brother said he was
with the boss's girl.

- How old was she?
- She was 6.

Tell me what you don't...

- Honey, how old are you?
- Fifteen.



Right. That's what I thought.

I'm sorry, but any surgical procedure
would require a parent present.

- Will your mother be joining us today?
- Not unless you can bring back the dead.

Ah. I am sorry.

You're exactly as my
father described you.

And your father is?

In hell with her...

if there's any truth to what the
nuns taught me in Catholic school.

They say I look like him.

I'm Aurelia Gallardo...

Escobar Gallardo's daughter.

The devil's child.

Monsters never consider the
shame they leave their children.

Becomes part of their identity.



Are you sure you're only 15?

Fifteen.

Old enough to understand
all the suffering...

my family has inflicted on
so many innocent people.

Well, ahem, Aurelia...

I really don't know
how we can help you.

- You can help me figure out who I am.
- I don't think...

Silvio Perez.

He was one of my father's
business associates.

I also seem to recall he was a patient
of yours at one time. Am I correct?

Well, he...

I'm sorry. That name
doesn't ring any bells.

Well, it was a long time ago.

I was 8 when Uncle
Silvio disappeared.

I started therapy a few years ago
that it might help with the nightmares.

Of course, it's not
surprising I had nightmares...

considering my life was one.

I remember something
about a surgery Silvio had...

when you practiced in Florida?

Sorry.

Unfortunately...

I, ahem, remember your
father, but Silvio Perez?

Sean?

No, it doesn't sound familiar.

Funny.

There is so much violence I can't
forget no matter how hard I try...

yet the truth of who I am,
why I feel the way I feel...

that's still a mystery.

I wish I could help
you, but I can't.

I understand.

Maybe it's right
that I never know.

I suppose it's only just that I
suffer for the sins of my father.

- Are you insane?
- I thought you'd be more sympathetic.

You know what it's like to be
abused and want answers and closure.

- You're gonna get us closure in a cell.
- Stop being dramatic.

Stop using my past to manipulate
me into agreeing with you.

What are you two guys
arguing about today?

You tell her.

Our morning consult turned
out to be Escobar's daughter.

But don't worry,
she's just a kid.

He's dead, Gala's
dead, and she's all alone.

In Roman times your enemies would
kill your children after they killed you...

to make sure there was no one
left to grow up to take revenge.

Anyone who shares the blood
of that animal is not to be trusted.

She doesn't want revenge.

She wants to know what happened
to the man who molested her.

Oh, and you're
considering telling her.

Look, I know in theory
telling her what happened...

could somehow implicate
us in a crime, but...

A number of crimes.

Accessory to murder,
obstruction of justice.

I mean, hell, they could nail us on a
EPA violation for feeding alligators.

But there isn't any evidence of any of
that. And no one's ever going to find it.

Screw the evidence. It's
done. We got away with it.

You don't screw
with that kind of luck.

Okay, no. We're not
even gonna discuss it.

I am not gonna let you bring even a
piece of that man back into our lives...

to relieve some Irish Catholic guilt
that all of a sudden you're feeling.

- Liz.
- No. No. No.

No.

Two against one,
buddy boy. You lose.

Tell me what you
don't like about yourself.

This town, Dr. Troy, is an
impossible place for a girl to be herself.

Don't tell me you
are an actress.

Like everybody else you
meet on the street, right?

Chicks like me are a
dime a dozen in Hollywood.

Back in Michigan where
I'm from, I was hot shit.

I'd go to the clubs and
the bouncers would say:

"Right this way, 10."

Right this way, 10.

Right this way, 10.

Really? Is that what they say?

I'm not a 10, am I?

Out here I barely register
as a six, maybe a seven.

And here that makes me a nobody.

You shouldn't be so rough on
yourself. You're a very pretty girl.

You really think so?

Yes, I do.

Would you bang me...

on that desk, right now?

Unfortunately, that's
not much of a barometer.

I'm a horny devil.

Then let's do it.

Just hold on a second.

Playing "Hide the Tree Trunk" with me
might boost your ego for a little while...

but then eventually you have to
go back to your real life as a six.

- Or maybe a seven.
- Maybe a seven.

You know, it's not as easy to sleep
your way to the top as it used to be.

Sexual harassment
ruined everything.

I'm sorry.

I just don't know how to
get people to notice me.

I'm actually not that bad
of an actress, you know...

not that acting has anything
to do with getting roles here.

Then why stay?

Why put yourself through
constant humiliation...

when you could go
back to your hometown...

and be homecoming
queen again, be a 10?

Because I told everybody back home I
was gonna make something of myself...

that someday they'd be able
to say, "I knew her when..."

If I return now,
I return a failure.

Then let's try this
again, shall we?

Tell me what you don't like
about yourself, Miss Hayes.

I am so happy that we are doing
a simple mammoplasty today...

and nothing is going to
go wrong. Right, Christian?

- Why would it?
- I don't know.

Maybe because our surgical suite
is directly over the gates of hell.

I promise you nothing
will go wrong today.

That sounds so good.

We're just gonna listen to
the music, do our job, go home.

- Sounds good? CHRISTIAN:
Sounds good to me.

- All right.
- Let's do it.

She looks a lot like Kimber
under the mask, doesn't she?

She's definitely not as hot, but
she's got the same color hair...

same color of skin tone...

same breast implants. Remember?

I gave Kimmy low
C's for her first surgery.

- They're our top seller.
- Yeah.

There are a lot of girls in the world
who have bad self-image problems, huh?

Mm-hm. Ten blade.

Here in my car I
feel safest of all

I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live

In cars

Here in my car I
can only receive

I can listen to you It
keeps me stable for days

In cars

Some serious shit
right here, Dr. Sean.

What the hell am I
supposed to do with this?

Kill the rabbit, asshole.

I mean, you could
try to shoot me...

but I'm already dead.

Come on, Sean, kill it. Goddamn
it, you're still such a pussy.

Fifty years of school
and you still don't get it.

I dropped out in second grade
and I even know. This is a metaphor.

- For what?
- For that prick Christian...

and all the shit he made you
do. Silvio Perez, his brother.

Me. And that's just the
big-ticket items, man.

You've been feeding him your
soul since the day you met him...

and then asking him, "Would
you like seconds, please?"

I knew what I was
doing. I made my choices.

Like choosing to keep your mouth shut while
my little girl needs a daddy to talk to.

Come on, man. Shoot him.

Kill the douche bag once and for all.
Be a man for once in your waste of a life.

Okay, doctor, let's cut this bad boy
open and see what's inside of him.

Have you ever seen Peter Pan?

That's you, dude, taking
people to Neverland...

so they never grow old.

Hey, didn't he get
eaten by an alligator too?

Will you shut up?

- It's Silvio's.
- Maybe.

My daughter has no one, Sean.

Her whole family is gone.

But she has the
guts to come to you...

look you in the eyes,
ask you for the truth...

an innocent.

She needs your help.

You're the one who got her
into this, you and my partner.

Alligator boy?
You're right, we did.

We got both of you into it.

You are both innocents.

And now I'm all taking care of, but
what are you going to do about him?

What am I supposed to
do? He's my best friend.

You've got two choices:

Eat...

or be eaten.

Hey, I'm looking
for Virginia Hayes.

Dr. Troy, Miss Hayes'
surgeon. Can I help you?

Is she still here?

- Where do you keep them?
- Are you a family member?

Could be. Not sure exactly.
I'll tell you when I see her.

Why don't you just
tell me right now?

I'm the one getting
all of her bills.

What the hell does that mean?

I'm Virginia Hayes.

The woman you gave
new tits to stole my identity.

I'm sure it's a
misunderstanding.

- She tried to bang you, didn't she?
- No.

The last time, the watch salesman
had screwed her in his Rolex display.

So, of course, he took her
side. Must be a pretty good lay.

Virginia, dear,
you have a visitor.

Where are you?

She can't have gone too far, trust
me. Linda, get your ass in here.

Damn it. Thought
I had her this time.

The credit-card company
won't stick you with the bill.

No, but they will
stick you with it.

Yeah, the merchant's the
one who pays in fraud...

not the victim and
not the creditor.

Her Lexus, it's not
on the structure.

She drives a Lexus.

A $600-a-month Lexus...

while I drive a piece
of shit '87 Corolla.

How did you find out
she had the operation?

Oh, I got a guy, a private dick.

He's been searching for
her for three years now.

I mean, that is how long I
have known about this bitch.

And you don't
know her real name?

No. No, no, no.
No, she's that good.

No. She just uses my
name every once in a while.

So it's almost like
I forget about her...

and then something
pops up again.

Three weeks ago, I get my
first bill from that Lexus dealer.

So I call my PI.

He starts keeping an eye out for everything
with my Social Security number on it...

calls me this morning and says:

"She got a new card and it
was used here yesterday."

Can't you just cancel your
credit cards and move on?

No. You can't just
go on with your life.

My life is totally screwed.

I can't get a job, okay, because she
got caught shoplifting two years ago...

when she used my name.

Me and my husband divorced so
we could keep his assets separate.

Then the asshole realizes he's
got a free pass to screwing around.

So now he's gone,
not that I blame him...

because I'm in this
pissy mood all the time...

because I spend most
of my time on hold...

trying to clear my name with
one credit bureau or another.

Well, Miss Hayes...

I don't know how we can help...

but if there's anything,
anything we can do...

You can stop being enamored...

with every little ingénue
that walks through your doors.

Okay, I have heard her story.

She plays the victim
and guys fall on her feet.

So here's what you
can do, Dr. Troy:

Stop being such a chump.

My daughter used
to love the swing.

And the higher I pushed her,
the more she'd beg me not to stop.

My father and I could
never play outside.

Too dangerous.

It was years before I realized he
was worried about his safety, not mine.

Thank you, Dr. McNamara,
for calling me.

I was surprised,
actually, to hear from you.

Your visit took us
a bit by surprise too.

Your instinct was
right about your uncle.

He did...

He molested you
when you were young.

How young?

Six.

Silvio offered us a lot of money
to do a facial reconstruction.

We had no idea why
he wanted it, what...

So you did his surgery?

Yeah.

And then he wanted another one.

And your father
tracked him down.

He wanted vengeance for
what Silvio had done to you.

So he killed this man.

One monster killed another.

No, actually no.

He would have, but Silvio's
brother, Alejandro, got there first...

broke into our surgical suite...

and he held him down while
he turned up the anesthesia.

They were enemies?

No, I think Alejandro
loved his brother...

but he was frightened. He
knew what Silvio had done to you.

When he found out his wife
was about to have a baby girl...

he didn't want to
take any chances.

By the time your father
got there, Silvio was dead.

And you never
went to the police?

He died on our table.

If we had reported it, we would
have lost our medical license.

We had no choice but to
dispose of Silvio's body.

You had a choice.

You made it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Alejandro followed us to the
swamp where we dumped him...

and soon after your
father killed him...

to get rid of the evidence
for our sake, he said.

Thank you, Dr. McNamara...

for telling me the truth.

I was born into the
world of Escobar Gallardo.

Evil and violence
was all I knew.

Maybe now I can
put it behind me...

start fresh.

Me too.

That's some kid. Takes after
the old man, don't she, Sean?

Thank you.

- That's taking a really long time.
- Takes longer if you keep interrupting.

Look...

I am in a lot of pain.

Is there anything you
can do to hurry it up?

Try these.

That should ease the pain,
at least until the cops get here.

Thanks, Mort.

How did you find me?

I called every pharmacy in the
area, asked them to contact me...

if a new C cup tried to fill
out the prescription I wrote.

I'm serious about the pills. Who
knows what they'll give you in jail.

Please, don't call the police.

Why? You have a check for me?

I don't have anything anymore.

I'm really sorry.

I never imagined that
this would happen.

You stole a woman's Social
Security, her credit cards...

skipped out in a
$5000 procedure.

- What did you think would happen?
- I meant...

I never imagined...

that my life could end
up to be such a failure.

Wow. What do you
think, Mort, huh?

Surprised she doesn't get more
jobs. She's one hell of an actress.

Wait. I'm not an actress.

It was all a lie.

I'm just Marcy Hamels
from Des Moines.

I came out here to get my real-estate
license, but I failed the exam.

I have dyslexia.

And then I had this problem with
my job where I got these headaches...

and I couldn't focus.

Then the temp agency fired me
and everything just went to shit.

I didn't know what else to do.

You didn't know what else
to do so you get implants?

Yes.

I thought a new body
might give me a new life.

And everyone out here
who's anyone has them.

I was just trying to fit in.

You do realize what you did
to the real Virginia, don't you?

I feel horrible.

I always told myself that I'd
find a way to pay her back.

- You don't have to do that.
- No, no, I want to.

No, you don't have to do that because
you don't have to pay for the procedure.

If you had told me your story, we
could have worked something out.

- Really?
- Of course.

Matter of fact, if you come back
in, I'll lipo away few pounds for free.

Why would you do that?

I became a surgeon...

to change people's lives and...

well...

you look like you
could use a little help.

What are you doing? I
thought she was having lipo.

So did she.

Thank God she's desperate enough
to fall for the Grade A bullshit I fed her.

She thought I cared about her.

These C cups right here, they're
the property of McNamara/Troy.

I'm repossessing them.

You can't foreclose implants.

Watch me.

Why don't you just
go to the police?

What, and lose all the
personal satisfaction?

I'm tired of being
taken advantage of.

This bitch is just
the last in a long line

of gold diggers who've
tried to milk me dry.

You don't know what it's
like to be taken advantage of.

I feel like a goddamn
Chinese buffet.

I get it.

I do. You dealt with the pain of
Kimber's death with her mother...

but you haven't
dealt with your rage.

And it's normal to be angry...

especially when you
didn't get a warning, a note.

You have no closure but I'm telling
you, this is not gonna give you closure.

I don't give a
damn why I'm doing

it. All I know is that
I feel much better.

Linda, close this bitch
up for me, would you?

Looking for these?

- You took them out?
- I took them back.

But you told me that
you wanted to help.

You lied to me.

That makes us
even then, doesn't it?

How could you be so cruel?

Cruel would be
calling the police.

Face it, you'd qualify for Social
Security by the time you got out of jail.

Given the grief and financial hardship
you caused me and the real Virginia...

what I did was generous.

You should feel lucky.

You're welcome to stay the
recommended 48 hours for recovery.

I'll make sure you're
treated well, not in any pain.

In light of what
happened, I think it's fair.

You're right.

I also got you some pamphlets
for some women shelters.

You're welcome to use
the phone here if you like.

They'll help you get
back on your feet...

in an honest way.

If you feel any pain at all, just
go ahead and press that button.

But be careful. It's
morphine, so don't overdo it.

Hang in there.

Dr. Troy...

could I ask you
for one more favor?

Are you kidding me?

Could you give me
Virginia's number?

I wanted to call her
myself and tell her I'm sorry.

She's only gonna
call the police.

Well...

that's what she does.

There's probably already a
warrant for my arrest, right?

And if I'm gonna
start a new life...

I can't stay on the run.

Who knows, maybe she'll
be nice like you were...

and we'll work something out.

I'll leave her
number right here.

I'd get some rest first, though.
You look like you need it.

Christian, this is Special Agent
Reynolds and Agent Ryan from the FBI.

What are the feds doing here?

We're not pressing any
charges against Miss Hamels.

I'm sorry?

There must be some
sort of confusion.

We're here to talk to
you about Silvio Perez.

She's an interesting girl.
Wise beyond her years.

Makes sense, growing
up in a family like that.

Did she say why she would
make up a story like this?

She wanted to
change her identity.

Says she was raised by
killers, surrounded by evil.

She kept going on about how her braces
were paid for with blood of innocents.

She said she couldn't be a good
person and let a bad deed go unpunished.

We are going to ask you
the same question, though.

Well, I have no idea. She came
in for a consult the other day...

asked us about
this Silvio Perez.

- We didn't know anything and she left.
- The kid's loco.

- We're plastic surgeons.
- Who have connections to Escobar Gallardo.

Let's not forget that he was
last seen in your offices...

and that he left a trail
of dead peace officers...

as payment for
services rendered.

Which is probably
why she's fixated on us.

We were very transparent
in our dealings with Escobar.

What about Silvio Perez?

First time we heard the name was
when she mentioned it in the consult.

That true for all of you?

Yes, that is.

Well, we're sorry to
have taken up your time.

You should know we've
started an active investigation.

Probably won't go anywhere...

but anything related to the War on
Drugs gives our bosses hard-ons.

I would like copies
of all your records.

Oh, that's okay. I mean,
it will take a few days...

because, you know, things got mixed
up when we moved here from Miami.

Well, just call my office.
We'll send a courier.

Be sure to keep this quiet.

Thanks. And remember, we offer
20 percent off to law enforcement.

Am I dreaming?

- Tell me I'm dreaming.
- I never thought she'd go to the police.

Are you out of your mind?
How could you be so stupid?

I'm checking the files
and see if there's anything.

You get the shredder humming.
When in doubt, chuck it out.

I'm sorry, Christian.

I honestly thought that girl
deserves someone in her life...

who was willing
to tell her the truth.

Don't you apologize to him.

You don't owe him jack shit.

Mr. Holier-Than-Thou, I don't intend
to spend the rest of my life in prison.

Shut your mouth or have your
moral crisis at some other time.

Do you hear the way he talks to
you? It's only going to get worse.

He has absolutely no
respect for you, Sean.

I never wanted anything to
do with that case, if you recall.

- Your shit doesn't stink as bad as mine?
- After all these years, I'm sure it does.

I don't know how much
longer I can live with it.

That's a start. Now
get up in his face.

Say, "I ain't gonna pay
for your shit, Christian.

Your ass is the only
one that's gonna fry.

I'm the badass now and
I'm gonna take care of Sean.

And there ain't nothing you
can do about it, lizard man."

Now all you have to do
is drop a dime on it, baby.

You know it's his fault.
Your word against his.

Who do you think
they're gonna believe?

We're gonna get through this.

It's her word against ours. Who do
you think they're gonna believe it?

You need to find a better way
to deal with your stinking shit.

Hello, Marcy.

Virginia?

I finally found you.

Oh.

You got my message.

Oh. I didn't realize you'd
be stopping by tonight.

Yeah. I had to.

I mean, things like this...

just can't be done
over the phone.

You're right.

And I'm glad you're here.

I hope you can find
some way to forgive me.

Never.

Never!

You hear me?

Knock, knock.

You sleep okay last night?

Yeah, well, me neither.

Not to make excuses...

but I've had a really tough
couple of weeks lately.

I lost somebody very
close to me and...

Well, the point is I
haven't been myself.

You were right, I was
cruel and I'm sorry. I just...

Right or wrong...

you were just trying to
make yourself feel better...

and I understand that impulse.

We're lucky. We never backed
up our files online in Miami.

All we have are these hard
copies. They're incomplete.

- We have a problem.
- I doubt it.

I don't think Silvio Perez even
put his name on the patient...

Not Silvio. It's Marcy Hamels.

- The ID thief?
- She's dead in the recovery suite.

- She what?
- She's dead in the recovery room.

I tricked her into going
under so that I could...

- repossess her breasts.
- Are you insane?

Maybe she had an adverse
reaction to the anesthesia...

or OD'd on the morphine drip.

Or she was struck
by a bolt of lightning.

It doesn't matter. She's
dead in our offices.

When the police come, they're gonna
find out you operated against her will.

- Why do the police have to know?
- No way.

We're not going down that road
again. This time we do it by the book.

We have a code blue. Marcy
Hamels flatlined in recovery.

- We know.
- Well, why aren't you doing anything?

What's going on in here?

What happened to Marcy?

Maybe your numbers were off.

Are you trying
to pin this on me?

Did you know he was
operating against her will?

No, I did not know. I
did not know at first.

But it's not like you tried to bring
her out once you found out, right?

- What are you saying?
- That we're all in this together.

Together? What did I do?

You? You're McNamara/Troy.

Every little piece of every little thing
is gonna have your name on it as well.

You try rebuilding your business after
that kind of press if we don't go to jail.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting...

that we take care
of this ourselves.

And we've done it before.

Who is this Marcy Hamels, anyway?
She's got no family, no friends...

No, not again. We've had Silvio
Perez on our backs for 10 years.

- We don't have a choice.
- You don't have a choice. I do.

And I can do the
right thing here.

Call them, be a big man.

You'll make your kids proud when
you can't afford their education.

Connor, he'll only remember you as
the unemployed asshole you'll become...

but you would have done
the right thing. That's good.

Fix this.

This is your mess. We
should have brought your car.

Yeah, nobody would notice that
Maserati out in the middle of the desert.

Yeah, that wouldn't
draw any attention.

All right. It's deep enough.
Let's get it over with.

Come on.

Put these on. Maybe it will
keep us from going in the chair.

- All right.
- I got it. Ready? One, two, three.

- This is not good.
- Easy.

Come on, we can't
waste any time.

Come on, let's do it.

Who's gonna tell you when

It's too late

Who's gonna tell you
things Aren't so great

You can't go on

Thinking nothing's wrong

Who's gonna drive
you home tonight?

Man, I love this shit.

They just don't make
them like they used to.

Do they, Sean?

SINGER: You can't go on

Man, I love this shit.

They don't make
them like they used to.

Who's gonna drive
you home tonight?