Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 6, Episode 16 - Dr. Griffin - full transcript

Previously on Nip/Tuck:

Hey, do you still
need that loan?

I'm late what, two payments?

I always wanted
to screw the IRS.

That was not a
457,000-dollar screw.

I will get the money.
Jail is always an option.

I wanna take out a loan.

No, no, no. No way.

Don't need the loan anymore,
buddy boy. Got an extension.

- This is really bad.
- How come I don't feel guilty?

- We need to stop.
- You're not going back to him, are you?



- He is my husband, Sean.
- You deserve better.

You'll never make me happy.

We've hit a rough patch, you
don't break up because of it.

He's done with me now.

Good. He's doing you a
favor, Kimber. It's a gift.

Marcy Hamels
flatlined in recovery.

Why do the police have to know?

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

It's not like these are things
that I don't like about you.

It's just that, you know...

I mean, there comes a point...

where the lack of attention...

you know, doesn't feel like
just some sort of benign neglect.

I know all about that.
My mother was an expert.



But it begins to feel
intentional, like he...

Like you want to hurt me.

But we have talked
about this 50 times.

Didn't we have the same
conversation two weeks ago?

For God's sake, talk, Ron.

Because you know that I'll
fill the silences if you don't.

And it's usually with
some stupid crap.

And this is exactly what the
doctor and I are talking about.

You need to start
generating this relationship.

Ron?

Anything?

I'm done.

Done talking about this?

Done talking about anything.

What is that?

Divorce papers. I had
Eddie draw them up.

I've also separated
our bank accounts.

I'm renting a place down in
the marina for the time being...

and Tonya is at our place
now, packing up my things.

Dahlia, this is obviously
very painful to hear.

I think we should
take this slow.

You asshole.

You goddamn asshole.

This is why I did this here.

I knew you couldn't
handle it. She's unstable.

Handle it?

We have been
married for 20 years.

What did you expect
me to do? Thank you?

It's Tonya.

You're screwing your secretary.

It's not Tonya. It's you.

It's all about you, Dahlia.

You're passive aggressive
and cruel and diminishing.

But this therapy...

We came here to save our
relationship, our 20-year marriage.

Stop with the 20 years as
if it's some endurance sport.

Therapy didn't save us, Dahlia.

It only made me realize how
little there is for me here with you.

You prick. I'm gonna
take everything.

He has a little dick.

It's about the size of a
goddamn grain of rice.

We're both to blame for this.

- Where are you going?
- Wherever I want.

Dr. Troy, Dr. McNamara,
I'm ready for you now.

So, what's their story?

Oh, I can't really
talk about that.

We understand.

We're doctors too.
Plastic surgeons.

It's not like we're a
couple or anything.

My practice specializes in
couple and group therapy.

That can mean husbands and
wives, lovers, brothers and sisters...

or people in a
professional relationship.

You'd be surprised how
many business partners I see.

So how long have you
two been working together?

Twenty years.

Is that long? I mean,
compared to your other clients?

Why did you decide you
suddenly needed therapy?

You must know
each other very well.

Probably become pretty
adept at self-solving.

We've had our fights...

just like anybody else, but
we manage to work them out.

Frankly, I think we could
fix this with a week in Cabo...

but he thinks our money
is better spent on you.

And why did you think
that, Dr. McNamara?

- Are things the worst they've ever been?
- No.

He was married to this woman,
Julia. They had a son together, Matt.

Few years ago, we found out
that Matt was actually my son...

and he decided to beat the
shit out of me in the scrub room.

I think that was the worst.

Usually when
couples seek therapy...

it's when things are at their
bleakest, when all hope seems lost.

Is that the way you
feel, Dr. McNamara?

- Sometimes.
- I don't.

I want things to go back to
exactly the way they were before.

I love him. I miss him.

Do you love Dr. Troy?

I do. He's like the
brother I never had.

Sometimes family
can be very difficult.

When we describe a
friend as a family member...

sometimes we're saying we
love them in spite of themselves.

That we have no
choice but to love them.

Do you feel you have a
choice to love Dr. Troy?

Of course I do.

I want to try an
exercise with you.

I want you to
draw your families.

Doesn't have to be a Degas.

Just draw whatever you feel.

Thank you.

Christian?

That's Sean and that's me.

- That's it. Where are your kids?
- I don't know. Sleeping in another room.

- Well, that's not your family.
- Don't judge my picture. Let's see yours.

- Is that your wife and children?
- Yes.

They don't live with you?

No, they live with her in New
York. How did you know that?

Everyone's hands are
touching except yours.

Put your ex-wife in
but you didn't put me in.

- Now you're judging my picture.
- I'm just saying.

It is interesting that a few minutes ago,
you described Dr. Troy as your brother...

then you neglected to include
him in your family portrait.

Well, a few months ago, I
probably would have included him.

What's happened?

Certainly nothing worse than
discovering he fathered your first-born.

No, it's nothing big or specific like
that. I just feel worn down by him.

He sucks all the air
out of the room. He's...

How do I put this delicately?

- Christian is not a good person.
- Very delicate.

You have your moral
code, but let's face it.

You're willing to do horrible
things in the name of self-interest.

You were right alongside me.
I'm just not ashamed of them.

I never would have done those
things if you weren't in my life.

We have this joke that our offices
are built over the mouth of hell.

If that's true, he's the devil.

You have any idea how
boring your life would be?

This is what you do. You
diminish me so that I need you.

This why we're giving this guy
250? So you can play victim?

Talk about sucking
the life out of somebody.

How long are you
gonna keep blaming me?

Let's slow down...

No, no, no. Why didn't
you put me in your picture?

- I told you.
- No, you didn't.

- What happened a few months ago?
- Nothing. That's the point.

This relationship never changes.

I'm waking up to the
fact that it doesn't work.

That maybe it never worked.

You guys up for
another exercise?

What is this? Preschool?

You're both highly
intelligent, educated men.

Sometimes I have to trick
people like you... No, check that.

You have to trick yourselves into
getting past your really good bullshit.

You have 15 seconds.

Right down every word you can
think of to describe your partner.

Go.

Okay, time's up.

Dr. McNamara,
this time you go first.

"Tall, arrogant, peacock...

womanizer,
clotheshorse, surgeon...

damaged, dangerous, asshole."

Dr. Troy, any thoughts?

Hard to argue with any of those.

What about yours?

What?

You think Dr. McNamara
has a drinking problem?

- No, he's an alcoholic.
- What's the difference?

People with drinking
problems can't stop drinking.

You abuse it, you self-medicate.

When was the last
time you had a drink?

Before he came here. I
could smell it on his breath.

He keeps a bottle of
vodka under his fish tank.

You accusing me of
drinking before surgery?

No, but after.

We deal in micro-millimeters
over the course of six to eight hours.

It's very hard to let go
after something like that.

- Not all surgeons drink.
- No, some take pills.

Some screw the girls
who water the ficus plant.

You know, it's not
just the drinking.

You behave like an alcoholic.

Okay, you act out and then you apologize
and you expect everybody to forgive you.

And he doesn't take
responsibility for anything in his life.

Julia is a crazy dyke.
Matt's got my genes.

I'm the devil, as
you just heard.

The one common
thread in all of this is you.

You need me.

No, I don't. I'm a hell
of a surgeon myself.

The only reason I'm with him is
because I choose to be with him.

Why?

Sometimes the fastest way to get to
the truth is to ask the simplest questions.

Why do you stay together?

Is it money, loyalty, habit?

No, no, that's not my style.

I know when a party is over
an hour before everybody does.

Then, why?

We're a good team. Sean's
a hell of a surgeon, you know.

I'm inspired by him.

- Are you inspired by Dr. Troy?
- Not really.

You know, sometimes there are things
that I envy about him: all the women.

But whenever I try those
things, I see how empty they are...

and he's just searching for
something I already have.

And what's that?

Well, a center, a purpose.

- And what purpose is that?
- Yeah, I want to hear this.

To help people, to
be a doctor, to heal.

That is such bullshit.

He wants the babes and the booze
just as much, if not more than I do.

It is kind of interesting that
you would have that purpose...

and yet you choose to
be a cosmetic surgeon.

Believe me. I've had some
serious doubts about that decision...

- He's been singing the tune for 20 years.
- This time's different.

- It isn't.
- This is what he does.

He says he accepts
me for who I am.

The second I try to set some
boundaries between us...

he yanks me right back in.

Do you have boundary
issues, Dr. Troy?

When we lived together, he thought
nothing of coming into my room at any hour.

Is it wrong to shoot
the shit with your friend?

My door was closed. You
were invading my private space.

I checked to make sure he's
not jerking off or whatever.

All his homes
have very few walls.

He needs to see you all the
time to make sure you're there.

I assume it's because he was brought
up in foster care but it's exhausting.

But you must have liked being
needed in that way, Dr. McNamara.

I mean, to be in a relationship
with someone so specifically needy?

You keep asking about the
past but can't people change?

Can't I wake up one day and realize I
don't wanna be that person anymore.

- I'm just done.
- What do you mean, done?

- Aren't we here to save this?
- Well, you might be.

I'm here to end it.

I know what this is about.

"The Princess and the Pea."

Remember the story
about the chick who

could feel a pea under
all those mattresses?

- You're saying I'm the princess?
- No.

We are. Our relationship is.

The one thing that
screws us up is secrets.

That's our pea.

I don't have a secret.

No, but I do.

And it's kind of been...
I hate lying to you.

What did you do?

It's funny because at the end of
the day, it's really no big deal...

but you remember when I
was having some tax problems...

and I wanted to take a loan?

- And I said no.
- Well, I did it anyway. I was desperate.

How? You needed my
signature on the forms.

I forged it.

You risked everything.

Twenty years of my hard
work. We could've lost it all.

Look, I know it was
wrong and I shouldn't...

Thank you, doctor.

I wanted out of this, but now I
can leave with a clear conscience.

Any contact you want with me
should be through my lawyer.

Relax, okay? He's gonna show up.

He's probably having fun jerking off
imagining all the ways I screwed him.

Look, I wouldn't have agreed to come
here if he had objected, which he didn't.

You left him a message. He
texted you back saying, "Whatever."

He could've said no.

I love you but you might not
be as huge a draw as you think.

The guy's been missing for a week.
I had to reschedule nine surgeries.

Ms. Ortiz, you'll have to live
another week with that schnoz...

because Dr. McNamara
is at home, festering.

- And what are you doing now?
- I'm expressing my anger.

I'm not some baby
pouting in his shit.

No. You're having a tantrum and
you're throwing it all against the walls.

Hey, thanks for doing this.

Back at you.

I'm glad you came too.

I figure if I'm gonna sue you,
I should tell you in person.

So last week ended
on quite a note.

Here. Sean.

I'm not interested in
what you have to say.

- Save it for your lawyer.
- Just take it.

- $256,000?
- I told you I was temporarily cash poor.

It was an emergency. I'm
paying you back with interest.

- What about this strikes you as funny?
- It's just so classic, you know?

He totals your life and then
offers to pay for the repairs.

Money fixes everything.

It saves him the trouble
of having a conscience.

He's a prick.

Was this check
intended to fix everything?

What I did was
wrong. I know that.

And I understand if
he's pissed or upset or...

Wait, he could cry
real tears too. Okay?

Everything he does. Everything he
says is about getting what he needs...

power and money, and it doesn't
matter who he hurts or cheats or kills.

So you think Christian
is capable of killing you.

Jesus, Sean. You
really do need help.

- Are you really that paranoid?
- Look, I'm just saying...

he takes no responsibility
for anything he does...

because there's
always an easy way out.

He married Liz when he thought he was
dying and needed a babysitter for his kids.

Then when he was suddenly healthy,
he dumped her and tried to pay her off...

as if money would
somehow take away the pain.

Go ahead, you tell him, Liz.

I didn't agree to let
Dr. Cruz join us...

so that you two could
play her against each other.

I won't allow you to
put her in the middle.

Thank you.

Dr. Cruz, is there
something you'd like to say?

I guess, I just... I'm not
used to feeling so protected.

I was forced to take sides growing
up and it was a constant battlefield.

It was just...

You don't feel
protected at work?

- Of course she does.
- I'm very protective of Liz.

I was asking Dr. Cruz.

In the beginning...

I felt that Sean
and Christian...

were family, you know.

But they have been so
busy hating each other...

the rest of us don't even
exist unless it's to take sides.

It's never about what we
need, about what we want...

about what we deserve for
putting up with your bullshit.

That's unfair, Liz.

You know what's unfair, Sean?

That I've been working at
McNamara/Troy for years...

and neither of you have
ever come to me and said:

"We'd like to make you a partner. We would
like for you to have parity with us...

because you work hard,
because you deserve it."

And you know
what? It's time, now.

I mean, maybe it's the only
way you two will survive...

shaking up this dysfunctional duo
and making it McNamara/Troy and Cruz.

- Lizzy?
- Oh, don't patronize me.

You're right, Liz. We should
have done that a long time ago.

When there still was a
McNamara/Troy for Cruz to join.

I always considered
you a partner, in spirit.

- Screw you.
- Come on.

You're the only one who can
help us figure out how we got here.

How two brothers... Who
want to kill each other.

Have you read the Bible?
Believe me, we're not the first.

Dr. Cruz, why did you
agree to come here today?

Because I figured that
this would be a safe space...

to open up and be honest
with them about how I felt...

and that maybe with a
professional present...

I could tell them...

what self-centered,
egotistical assholes they are...

and...

and just, and also that, um...

And what?

That, uh...

That I am pregnant.

So? Congratulations.
You want my permission?

It's Sean's sperm.

You know what they say:
You're as sick as your secrets.

And I'm up-to-my-ass tired...

of keeping everybody
else's goddamn secrets.

So I asked Sean and he
was kind enough to oblige.

You think that you have a better chance
of avoiding birth defects with his splooge?

I don't have to be worried
that he's gonna ask

to get rid of the
child if it isn't perfect.

- That wasn't the reason.
- No matter what this child is or isn't...

I'm gonna love it because
I have that capacity.

That's how you
and I are different.

I can love a thing for
itself, imperfections and all.

They would be lost
without each other, doctor.

Jesus, Liz, I thought you
would at least be objective.

You know I'd be
better off on my own.

You don't even believe that
you exist without Christian.

You can't tell who you
are, how you're doing...

what you're worth, without
comparing yourself to him.

The rest of us, what are
we? We're just elevator music.

You both deserve each other.

But I'll tell you what you don't
deserve. You don't deserve me.

How do you guys feel about
everything she just said?

You give Liz your sperm without
telling me. Why would you?

She asked. She wants a family.

She is my family. I thought
I could help her and we...

I've... You've hurt her so much, I
thought it was the least I could do.

- You're gonna raise another child?
- I signed papers.

I have no legal rights
and I am fine with that.

I'm not fine with it.

I screwed up. I gave it to...

I thought because of her
age, it would never take.

But the drugs and
that... Oh, Jesus.

What am I gonna do? I
don't want another kid.

I just want her to be happy.

Anything else you're hiding?

At least I paid back
what I borrowed.

Stole, embezzled, not borrowed.

But I'm squeaky
clean now, aren't I?

Anything else you're
keeping from me?

I'm afraid we'll have to stop.

That's all we have
time for today.

You're shitting me.

Here.

For a double session.

Keep the change.

I have another patient.

I'll pay for their
makeup session too.

- You can keep that change as well.
- Maybe Dr. Griffin will like a prostitute.

Works so well with me.
Remember when you got Matt one?

I'm sure you have patients
who need extra time...

so you figure things
out so they can continue.

I'm a doctor. I know
how this works.

Your hour is over, Dr. Troy.

I can see you and Dr. McNamara
next week at the same time if you'd like.

If I'd like?

What I'd like to do is stick
my shiny, pointy shoe...

up your smug, enlightened ass.

That's what I'd like to do.

And you, buddy boy, you can
sue me as much as you want.

You hurt me, you hurt yourself.

And remember...

I know where all
the bodies are buried.

Wow.

Thank you, doctor.

Now that you've seen
Christian Troy in action...

is there really any
point in another session?

I'll be with you in a minute.

- It's going straight to voicemail.
- You didn't leave a message?

He's 20 minutes late, what am
I gonna say to him? Hurry up?

I'll call. Sometimes he sees your
number and he doesn't answer.

- Now it's my fault?
- I don't know.

Maybe you gave him the
wrong address, the wrong time.

- Is this typical behavior?
- For Matt, yes.

He's made a career out
of being irresponsible.

I mean, for the two of you?

You're very divided on how
to deal with your son right now.

Is that usually the case?

Usually Christian will
berate him or put him down.

If he could do something I could
be proud of then it would be different.

This is good. This is important.

The main reason we invited
your son here is to observe...

how your co-parenting has
become one of your core issues.

It's a chance to work on it.

Sean, is there anything that
Christian has done for Matt as a father...

that you do appreciate?

How about you, Christian?

Have you ever thanked Sean for
raising your son all those years?

Perhaps you should.

A lot of times when we focus on
what's good instead of what's wrong...

we can change our response to
the situation and then to each other.

- Can we try that?
- Sure.

I appreciate the way that you
raised Matt over all those years...

and I think you did a great job.

And I think you do the best you
can with him when you want to.

Hey, Mattie, come on in.
You're only a half-hour late.

I tried calling. Why
didn't you answer?

- Matt, I'm Dr. Griffin. Thanks for coming.
- Pleasure.

- And this is?
- Ramona.

It's nice to meet you.

This wasn't a lunch date.
Why did you bring a girlfriend?

Well, because she's not my
girlfriend anymore. She's my fiancée.

Congratulations. I guess
the next question is...

how far along are
you, sweetie pie?

You must be Christian.

Matt said you'd be the first to
say something inappropriate.

- Ramona, I'm Sean. It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you too.

But why didn't you let us
know about this earlier?

Why, did I need to
get your approval first?

- It would've been better if we met before.
- Yeah, now you have.

What are you doing, Matt?

You knew this session was important to
us. You had to spring this on us here now?

Unfortunately, there wasn't
gonna be a better time.

We've been packing since last week
and we make the move tomorrow.

You're moving. Let me guess.

Skid row has a vacancy?

Matt, since Sean and Christian
invited only you to join the session...

I'll have to ask
Ramona to wait outside.

I'd like her to stay, especially since it
might be the last time they ever see us.

What are you talking about?

- Just like we talked about, baby.
- Yeah.

You know what?
Let's sit first. Yeah?

Look, I know this
is sudden, but I've

actually been thinking
about it for a while.

Um...

After Ramona and I are married,
we're gonna move out to Victorville.

I'm gonna work for her
father in his carpet business...

and take over
payments on their house.

Jenna already has a room there.

And, well...

Matt doesn't want either
of you in his life anymore.

And once we leave, he'd no
longer like to stay in contact.

- Okay, fine by me.
- Hold on a second...

He'll be back within six months, tail
between his legs and begging for handouts.

You'd like to think that.

Isn't this exactly what you said
before you became addicted to meth?

Got married to Kimber, dressed up
as a mime and started robbing delis.

Your husband has quite a
past, in case you haven't heard.

Matt's actually told
me all about his past.

You're not scaring
me, if you're trying to.

Really?

Sweetie pie, has he
told you everything?

Mostly about how, despite
the fact he has two fathers...

he's been made to feel
worthless all the time.

And then even when he
tries his hardest to do good...

you both make
him feel like shit.

Is that how you
really feel about us?

You don't want us
in your life at all?

- Matt, we love you. You're our son.
- I'm your punching bag.

Nothing's ever
gone right for me.

I've always been looking for
stability and I finally found it now...

and I don't want
to screw that up.

And leaving is the only
way that's gonna work.

I need to be around
people who support me.

Hey, don't let the door
hit you on the way out.

Thank you. You just made this
whole thing so much easier for me.

Come on, baby. Let's go.

- Matt, wait.
- Let him go.

We can talk about this.

Why are you being so nonchalant?
You should be trying to stop him.

That's what he wants you
to do. Can't you see that?

Sean, if you'd like to...

What I'd like is for him
to stop being so smug...

and show that he gives
a shit about his son.

There you go again.

Why don't you take responsibility
for your own failures...

instead of blaming me?
Matt wants to leave us both.

Hold on. Let's stop arguing
about who's at fault here.

I'd like to help you work together
so we can see some progress.

There's no progress to be made.

Matt's never gonna change,
Sean certainly is not gonna change.

And neither am I.

The whole therapy
thing is bullshit.

- You really believe that?
- Yes, I do.

Are you willing to try if it means keeping
your relationship with Sean together?

I'm willing to accept who I am and
stop pretending to be somebody else.

Maybe if you tried that once in a
while, you might not be so miserable.

- Like what? Accept that you're an asshole?
- Accept who you are.

That you can't change.

You're right.

We should stop working at this.

- We should just end it. End us.
- You don't want to end this relationship.

I'm the only one who's been able to
put up with your shit all these years.

- No, I do.
- No, you don't.

Then why did I have
an affair with Kimber?

Why did you...? What?

We were sleeping
together for almost a month.

You slept with Kimber
while we were together?

Hoping you'd find out, then
you'd have a reason to leave me.

You realize how
pathetic you are?

Hm?

Using her to get rid of me.

Why can't you be a man
and ask for what you want?

You want me to tell you now?

Sure, go ahead.

You want to
leave, just like Matt.

There's the door, my friend.
Nobody is stopping you.

Dahlia, I'm sorry.
We're running a little late.

Could you wait outside
for a few minutes?

No, this can't wait.

It's really a miracle.

The bullet didn't even
chip any of his teeth.

No, went through both cheeks,
in and out. He was very lucky.

You were both very
lucky. Neither of you got hit.

Well, like a lot of things, it
wasn't meant to be, I guess.

What's that supposed to mean?

Great job on your
side, by the way.

He won't even see
a scar when it heals.

What? SEAN: I'm
saying I'm impressed.

Why? SEAN: I'm focusing
on the good, like he said.

I'm trying to change my
response to the situation.

I figured it would be better to
pay you a compliment right now.

I'm not interested in your
compliments. What I want is a decision.

About what? CHRISTIAN:
Either you're staying or going.

All right? After all that talk, after
all that therapeutic exercise...

I want to know where we stand.

Maybe we should talk about this...
- No more.

There's been so much
talking, I'm exhausted.

You need to make a decision.

And you need to make
it soon. I'll tell you what.

You make a decision by 5:00 this afternoon.
Otherwise, I'll make one for you.

Huh? How's that for clarity?

Hi.

Hi.

Okay, so just let me ask. Am I
gonna have to look for a new job?

I can't see why.

Sean's gonna have to work somewhere.
I'm sure he'll take you with him.

Maybe even give you that
partnership you're looking for.

So who's to say if you two were
to split up, I would go with Sean?

I think you made that clear when
you chose to use his man juice...

in your turkey baster.

You don't get it.

No, I get it and I
get it fine, okay?

After all these years, after
the crap that I put you through...

the divorce, everything
else. He's stable, you know?

At least he pretends
to be a good guy.

Look. I don't have to
defend my choice to you.

If it hurts that I don't like you best
or I didn't pick you yet again, sorry.

I picked Sean because unlike you,
he won't try to own me and my baby.

I mean, he did this for me.
He doesn't want anything back.

He knows it's mine and
he has nothing to do with it.

Right.

Selfless old
Sean. And that's it?

That's the whole reason
that you picked him?

Yes. The whole
reason I picked him.

I think it's bullshit.

It's your way of holding on. You can
pretend all you want it's about you...

but you without us, who are you?

Maybe.

But I never have to worry about
you disappearing out of my life.

You need me too much to
bolster up that fragile ego of yours.

But Sean is different. Maybe this
connection will help us to stay connected.

So what? Is that so wrong?

Oh.

Your receptionist
said I could see him.

It'll be a while before he
wakes up. And you are?

I'm the husband of the
woman who shot him, Ron Mark.

I am Sean McNamara. My
partner and I did the surgery.

I'll take this. Thank you.

I'm sure you can imagine
I feel pretty terrible.

Dr. Griffin is a decent
man, you know.

He was just trying to help.

Where is your wife, by the
way? Nowhere near here, I hope.

She is in custody.

I was always telling her how
crazy she was. Made her furious.

I'm wondering if I was actually
making it come true, you know?

I mean, could I have
driven her crazy?

Well, it's a chicken and
egg kind of question.

You know, I think you'll make yourself
crazy trying to get to the bottom of that.

You know the
real irony of it all?

She'll probably use
insanity as her defense.

Oh, man...

If I could just turn the clock back
and do that last session over again.

What would you do differently?

I'd try to see myself
through her eyes.

You know, I went in
there with an agenda.

I wasn't being open.
I wasn't being honest.

I was playing the same old
games, talking in sports metaphors...

which make her crazy,
playing the wounded party...

making her feel like a monster and
then, bam, I throw divorce papers at her.

She took a gun and she
tried to kill her therapist.

That's not within any reasonable
range of human behavior I'm aware of.

- Well, I'll tell him you stopped by.
- Thank you.

You know, no one's ever
totally without blame. No one.

I'd like to kill him. I'd like to take a
gun and I'd like to shoot him in the head.

No, scratch that. I'd
like to take a knife...

and slice his balls off.
That's what I'd like to do.

You're a therapist. You're
not gonna go to the police.

You know what I'm talking
about. I'm just angry, that's all.

I think I know the difference
between feelings and fact.

Ten minutes late at
this point in the game?

He's so passive
aggressive, it makes me sick.

Is it a pattern? Do you feel like
he's always keeping you waiting?

It's kind of become
that way, I must say.

I mean, he doesn't
know what he's doing.

So it sounds like you're more certain
of wanting the relationship to continue...

whereas you see...

- Sean.
- Sean, sorry.

Whereas you see Sean as
having issues, so to speak.

- Have I got that right?
- Kind of.

- Speak of the devil.
- Sorry, big mess on Wilshire.

- It's always something, ain't it, pal?
- Hello, doctor. I'm Sean McNamara.

Karen Singer, nice to meet you.

So...

has he been filling you in on what a
screwed-up, passive-aggressive wimp I am?

Is that your perception
of how he views you?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know what's real
about anything anymore.

You don't? Why
doesn't that surprise me?

Are we gonna spend the whole
session taking potshots at each other?

I don't know.

Are we?

So, doctors, let's
start at the beginning.

Tell me what you don't
like about your relationship.