Nip/Tuck (2003–2010): Season 6, Episode 18 - Walter and Edith Krieger - full transcript

Previously on Nip/Tuck:

You guys are
screwing each other.

- You really don't give a shit about me.
- I tried.

Stop it. Please.

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

I'm pregnant. It's Sean's sperm.

- And this is?
- My fiancée.

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

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

The therapy thing is bullshit.
- You're right.

We should just end it, end us.



- Okay. You okay there, Daddy?
- Yeah.

Okay.

So Mr. and Mrs. Krieger, tell me
what you don't like about yourself.

I see you both
booked for the consult.

We want our tattoos removed.

Well, this strikes me
as a very big decision.

Yes. Well, it first
occurred to me...

when I was watching this documentary
on the TV about Buchenwald...

and suddenly I was
overwhelmed and I thought:

"Well, we have lived such a great
life. We've survived so much since then."

So I want to erase
this obsession...

with terrible things
from the past.

You can see she's a
remarkable woman.

- That's not what you said in the car, Dad.
- Ally, please. Shh.



How can I keep my mouth shut...

when Holocaust deniers
are more vocal than ever?

When so many
survivors have passed...

why would you wanna
erase one single reminder?

My daughter is upset and I understand
she has a different perspective.

And you, Walter? Are you
sure this is what you want?

At the end of the day, I
want what Edith wants.

She is my inspiration.

This will be her chance, a
second chance for some joy.

And I can give it to her.

Yes, take... Take it off.

You need to be aware that the
work on the elderly is not as simple.

The skin is much thinner,
healing takes longer...

and the infection is
always a possibility.

Doctor, after what we've
been through, please...

this is bupkis.

Yeah.

These new corporate tax
laws are killing our bottom line.

For every set of implants we do,
Uncle Sam gets one titty for himself.

Still, that's a good net,
all things considered.

I guess, you're right.

I've had worse tax
returns over the years.

Well, I should get going.

You can get that stuff
to the accountant, right?

You're not staying? I
got a dinner coming.

No, look, I'd love to...

but maybe some other time.

- Uh. Hey.
- Hi.

- Can I come in?
- Hey, Matty.

- You brought enough for three, right?
- Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

- Some kind of set up?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Wow, smells good. MATT: Yeah,
Ramona's been cooking all day.

Okay, I guess I'm staying for a bite.
- Good, I'll get some plates.

So your fiancée
cooked all of this?

She was just trying
to support me...

and after we heard what happened
at the shrink's office, you know...

Oh. She actually, wanted
me to bring you both this.

What is it?

- It's in Spanish, I don't know what...
- Oh. Uh...

Let's see. It says:

"Please join us in
celebrating the marriage...

of our daughter, Ramona Perez,
and Matt McNamara. Casual attire."

And something about parking
instructions. I don't know.

I started learning Spanish.

I want Jenna to be bilingual since half
her family's gonna be speaking it soon.

So you're inviting us
to your wedding now?

Yeah.

I thought you didn't want
us in your life anymore.

Ramona has made me see
just how important family is.

- I was on the can all night.
- Mm-hm. I ain't gonna have much breakfast.

- She's mine.
- Oh, you think so?

Yep.

- Good morning.
- How can we help you, miss?

I know you like them young, but shouldn't
you wait for his testicles to descend?

His name is Raphael.

He's my adopted son.

As I recall, you left your last
son on the floor to decompose...

while you dashed
off to gay Paris.

After I left, I...

I rented a small pensione in Le
Quartier Latin where I wept for days.

Weeks passed before I
received a letter from Baltimore.

Adrian's death had been determined
to be a suicide, which it was.

I was cleared of all wrongdoing.

So naturally, you jumped on
the next plane back to Miami...

to give your son
a proper burial.

I used my grief
as fuel to move on.

- Adrian was covered in maggots.
- Stop.

Please. Have a little decency.

I don't think you should
be lecturing us on decency.

Look, whatever
you're here for...

there is no procedure we could do
that Dr. Moore couldn't do just as well.

Barrett's dead.

A series of strokes.

I am not the monster
you think I am.

I've tried to turn tragedy
into something meaningful.

I started a foundation with
the money Barrett left me.

It subsidizes corrective
surgery for Third World children.

Leishmaniasis.

It looks like leprosy.

Black fever, Jericho
Buttons, the same thing.

It's endemic in areas
around the Amazon.

Amphotericin B, I think, is
the recommended treatment.

Side effects are horrible,
often lethal in a child his age.

But he survived, my
brave little Raphael.

He's free of the parasite, but
as you can see it's left its mark.

- So why bring him to us?
- Because you're the best.

And I want what's
best for my son.

You'd do the same for Matt.

Leave your contact
information at the desk...

and we'll send you a list of referrals.
And don't talk about Matt again.

Raphael's only crime was
being born into poverty...

and now he's scarred for life.

I'm trying to give him a chance.

Perhaps you think that Beverly Hills
matrons who come to you for facelifts...

are more deserving.

- We're not doing it.
- Don't get carried away.

She's evil, but that
baby is just a sick child.

It is intriguing from a
medical point of view.

I know you and I are trying to
mend fences and all that bullshit...

but I don't give a shit if Ava
comes in with baby Jesus himself...

we're not helping her.

All right. This procedure will
only take about 20 minutes.

As soon as our anesthesiologist
gets off the phone.

Where are my tunes?

Okay, I'm sorry. That was my
gynecologist. I just got my CVS results.

- My baby is perfect.
- Oh, mazaltov.

How far along are you, darling?

I am 12 weeks, just
past my first trimester.

Dial down the estrogen
and get my music cranking.

Machine's on the fritz.

Dr. Troy, could I sing
a song for my wife?

It will relax her.

Fine by me.

I didn't think you were
coming into town for a few days.

- You look great.
- Thank you, Christian.

- You haven't changed a bit.
- Thanks.

- So where are Conor and Annie?
- They're at the hotel.

I thought it best that I
came to see you first.

You gotta see my new
apartment. There's plenty of room.

You guys could stay
there. It's easier than a hotel.

I'm getting married again, Sean.

Congrats. Good for you.

What is it, two brides, two
grooms, woman, beast?

His name's Edmond and he
lives in Knightsbridge in England...

and he has an
estate somewhere...

that's been in the family
for like 400 hundred years.

What about our kids?

Um...

I want them to come with me.

Yeah, well, London is a
10-hour flight from L.A., so...

Yeah, I know. And, well,
I need your permission.

It's hard enough finding time to
fly across country to see them.

I'm supposed to fly
across the Atlantic?

They need their father, okay?

They need a stable family.

Well, I'm not giving up
my rights to my children...

just so you can play
house 6000 miles away.

It's bullshit is what it is.

I can't take a week off every time I
wanna see my kids. It's not realistic.

And if I don't call them by
noon L.A. time, they'll be in bed.

- Can I get the 400?
- Whether we're married or not...

you have to do what's best for the
kids, and she's not remembering that.

I think you're the one who's
forgetting what this is about.

You're really losing her.

- Who, Julia?
- Mm-hm.

- What are you saying?
- I know how you feel...

but what you're pissed
off about is she's going.

She's going for good,
and you still love her.

So tell me about this guy?

Ed?

Well, he's little
older than I am.

He's very intellectual.
He reads a lot. He's...

I don't know, he's charming.

Rich? I hope. I don't want
you flitting off to London...

with some kind of saggy-balled
bookworm from Barnes & Noble.

Well, let's just say he works very
hard and his balls are far from saggy.

- Good.
- Okay?

Okay.

- How pissed is Sean?
- You are stealing his kids.

I know.

I know. But we all have
to move on with our lives.

You get no arguments from
me, trust me. Not on that one.

You look great.

Thank you. So do you.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

This whole Sean thing
has got me a little...

You do know that he
dragged me to couple therapy.

You know he's always gone
through these dark phases.

You know he did when we
were married. He gets through it.

This time feels different.

You look great.

I'll be right back.

You wanna know what's weird?

Every time I see
you, I get a hard-on.

After all these years, it
doesn't even have to be you.

All I do is smell your perfume
and I can feel it in my pants.

Christian, stop.

You're moving
very, very far away.

Christian, stop.

Oh, my God.

No, Christian.

Coming.

I'd fire my receptionist if she
gave out personal information...

but then again,
I'm very persuasive.

Sorry, I should have called
but you would have said no.

I still could say no.

To a woman with a baby
who needs your help?

No, Sean, you're not that man.

You want a drink?

No, thanks, but feel free.

I know you had a hard day.

You two should
see a professional.

- And by "you two," I assume you mean...?
- Your other half.

I didn't say "better."

Well, we're fine.

You're either in denial...

or you're very selective
about the reality you accept.

- He's beautiful.
- Yeah.

He will be.

But his spirit is
sheer radiance.

I'll keep looking for a
doctor who will help me...

so that his appearance can
match the soul that's inside.

I know you want to.

And there so many children
who could use your help.

It's your choice, you know.

You don't need his
approval, it just feels that way.

Oh, look at you.

I would need all of
his medical information:

doctors records, blood workups.

I can try to find them. I've
been moving around so much.

Give me the hospital where they
gave him the Amphotericin B...

and I will get in
touch with them.

Ava.

Why don't you tell me
how you got this baby?

I told you.

I should have known better...

than to be taken
in by you. Get out.

They had one caretaker
for 50 babies. One.

They let them cry
themselves to sleep.

After weeks of doing nothing
but crying and screaming...

and wanting to be held...

they learn to stop.

Didn't eat, nothing.

Mothering a suicide didn't make
me a prime candidate for adoption.

My past, it seems, hangs
around my neck like a noose.

Brought a small bag.

Seen me with it before so
no one bothered to check it.

Empty going in...

and this beautiful, if
damaged, little boy coming out.

Was it illegal? Yes.

But you tell me. Was it immoral?

Should I have left him there...

scarred, malnourished,
virtually unadoptable...

so he could grow up alone...

an outcast for
the rest of his life...

like me?

You're incapable
of telling the truth.

Get out.

Maybe I was wrong
about you, Sean.

Whatever it is that keeps you so
locked up and judgmental and unhappy...

maybe it's got nothing
at all to do with Christian.

Oh, doctor, I'm
so glad to see you.

We had to take a bus...

because my daughter
didn't answer her phone.

How you doing, Walter?

Get me a wheelchair.

He woke up this morning, his
arm was swollen like a balloon.

It's just a staph infection.
You're gonna come with me.

Gonna get up,
get into the chair.

We're gonna hook you
to an IV, get you into bed...

and you should be fit as a
fiddle in a couple of days.

So this is our finest Berber...

perfect for high-traffic areas
such as your living room.

Um. Here, there you go.

Take your shoes off,
run your toes through it.

Ohh. I love it, Tony.

- How is it with dog pee?
- Don't start with that again.

Because I'm pretty
happy with linoleum.

But you said when your mom came
we were gonna be getting new carpeting.

I know that. I don't why
you always have to criticize...

Hello, Matt.

What are you doing here?

You look good, Matt.

Where have you been
the past six years?

I tried looking for you.

I always wanted things to
turn out differently than they did.

I'm getting married
in three days.

I know.

That's why I came.
I have a gift for you.

That's a lot of money, Ava.

It's the least I can do...

after all the horrible
things I've done in the past.

You deserve a fresh start.

Is everything all
right, Matthew?

Yeah, honey. Hi. RAMONA: Hi.

This is Ava Moore, an
old friend of the family...

and she just came by, actually,
to give us a wedding gift.

Ava, this is my fiancée, Ramona.

And who is this
precious little thing?

That's my daughter, Jenna.

Hello, sweetheart.

She's just perfect.

Well, I think the three of
you make a wonderful family.

I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.

I have business
back in Los Angeles.

Yeah, traffic gets
pretty bad around here.

You might wanna
get on the road early.

I hope your wedding is
everything you dream it will be.

Bye, sweetheart.

You good?

Same shit, different day.

You okay?

You a little hung-over from
your bachelorette party with Julia?

Very hung over.

- Did you sleep with her?
- No.

But it wasn't
for lack of trying.

Christian, stop.

No.

I don't want this.

I used to get butterflies
whenever you walked into a room.

Or if you called the house to
talk to Sean and I picked up.

I thought about you when I
was making love to other men...

even Sean.

And I thought for one second...

that I felt that way tonight.

But I don't.

I still love you.

But that thing that we had...

that electricity...

that's gone.

Forever.

- It's kind of a kick in the nuts, huh?
- Well, one you deserved.

How could you do that?

- How could you do that?
- Don't know what you're talking about.

I spill my heart out. I tell
you I'm still in love with her...

and you try to screw
her in some bar.

Hey, you know what, buddy boy?
Like it or not, it was three of us.

I'm not saying it's a good
thing, but I love her too.

That's your justification?

I'm sorry if this is
hard for you to hear.

If you wanna hit me or quit...

or do whatever you
like to do, just go for it.

But I'm not gonna apologize
for what I did last night.

You're right.

We both need to have
our own way with this.

I'll be around at 9
to pick up the kids.

If I'm gonna consider this, I
think you should stay a bit.

Seems the least you could do.

So tell me a little bit
about his new guy.

Oh, come on.

I won't bite.

Cheers.

So how did you meet this guy?

Um... Well, at a mutual
friend's dinner party.

How did he propose?

- We were in bed.
- In bed?

What, in the throes of passion?

Julia, I don't think you
thought this through very well.

Sean, Edmond and I have been
talking about marriage for few months.

Now. I know that it's gonna be difficult
for the kids being in a new country...

but he loves them,
and they need him too.

You know, they need a father
who they can see every day.

And you know what?

I can't do it alone anymore.

Julia...

I'll move to New York and
we can all be together again.

We were a happy family once.

Just say the word and we
can have it all back again.

Hey.

I still love you.

I've always loved
you. I never stopped.

Julia, just stay
with me tonight.

And I'll show you
how good we can be.

You and Christian,
you're unbelievable.

You've never changed.

Sean, you're both
trying the same trick.

Professing your love to
me like two teenagers.

I've grown up. I've moved on.

It's time that you did too.

I'll pick up the kids at 9.

Walter...

when you were delirious,
you were talking in German...

and you kept saying this
one thing over and over.

You said, "What did
we do to the children?"

What were you talking about?

Edith, how would...?
How would I know?

I was delirious, Edith.

No, no, there was
something in your voice.

There's something different.

When you kept talking
about the children, you said:

"What did we...?"

Like you were one of them.

Walter, please, tell me
I'm afraid for nothing.

Tell me, you don't know
what I'm talking about.

I didn't sleep all night.

Walter, what did you do?

I was... I was
just the tattooist.

- Ahh!
- I was not the exterminator.

Is everything all right here?
- No.

- He's not all right.
- What are you talking about?

I gave the prisoners the tattoo.

Only the strong ones.

It meant that they
could go to work.

Without a tattoo,
they would be killed.

When the war was over
and I escaped to California...

and I promised God to
give me a second chance.

If he would give me a second
chance, I would live like a Jew.

As a penance, I lived with
the people that I harmed.

You see here? I
gave myself a tattoo.

And I was your penance.

Edith, why I was
given this gift...

I do not know, but I was.

- God gave me you.
- God is a joke.

Edith, does it count for
nothing, what I have become?

How long I have been a good man?

You always talk
about forgiveness.

Forgiveness, Edith.

Hi.

I came to return this.

Ramona is not comfortable
with taking it, and neither am I.

Such reverse snobbery.

It would've been easier just to
stick it in the mail, I would think.

Yeah, well, I like to drive
around sometimes at night.

It clears my head.

Clarity is overrated.

Ramona wouldn't object to you
just having one drink, would she?

Well, maybe just one.

Good.

Ramona trusts you. A good
precedent to begin one's married life.

Skoal.

You've grown older.

Even more handsome.

Love agrees with you.

Ramona is very down-to-earth...

- and nice.
- Good.

You deserve someone nice.

You weren't very nice at all.

- Just incredibly...
- What?

Beautiful.

You still are.

Thank you.

I, uh... I needed that.

You always did know
exactly what to say.

Sometimes in the dark...

when I'm with her...

I think about you.

I fantasize what my life might've
been like if I had come away with you.

If we'd been together.

Listen to me, Matt.

You found something
nice, stable.

And so have I.

A beautiful baby boy.

Forget this happened.
Forget you saw me again.

For your sake and Ramona's,
just put me out of your mind.

You can't go.

I won't let you.

I have no choice.

My baby needs help.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Yeah, we don't need any carpet.

Oh, that's very funny, actually.

No, I wanted to talk you
guys about something.

A wedding gift.

I'd like you to do that
surgery on Ava's baby.

Did she come to you?

- I knew we couldn't trust that bitch.
- She's not a bitch, man.

- Her kid's really messed up.
- Did you sleep with her?

Matty, Matty, Matty.

She's like a drug
to you. Bad as meth.

The second you're around her,
you start making bad decisions.

She seemed so different...

like being a real mom,
softened her or something.

I'm sure she was puppy
dogs and rainbows...

until she casually asked you
to talk to us about the surgery.

Well...

That was my idea.

No, that was her idea.

Matt, you've got a shot at the
real thing here with Ramona.

True happiness
with a great girl.

Ava is just gonna toss you aside
the second she's done with you.

I'm such an asshole. You
know, she sucked me right in.

You're not an asshole.

Come on, now.

What you need to do...

is go home and get some sleep.

- You're getting married tomorrow.
- Mm. Yeah.

Thank you. Thanks, guys.

I'm so glad to have you back in my
life, and I just wanna keep you there.

These are your prescriptions,
pain pills and antibiotics.

Why should he get painkillers?

He didn't give his
victims any painkillers.

Allison.

- You remember Leena Gold from temple.
- Yes.

She works with the
Simon Wiesenthal Center.

Oh, my God.

Allison, what have you done?

I decided to call the
OSI in Washington.

Part of the Justice Department?
- Yes.

And if the evidence warrants it,
Mr. Krieger, or whatever his name is...

will hopefully be deported
to stand trial for his crimes.

Mom, I'll take you home.

Leena will stay here with
him and wait for them to come.

I'm not going anywhere.

Fine. Stay with your Nazi.

He's my husband.

You are not the only
one he has to answer to.

Allison, mein kind...

how are you ever going
to live with yourself?

Come, Allison. Come, dear.

Where does it come from,
this capacity to forgive?

How do you do it?

How do you not?

Hey.

Hey.

- It's quite a party, huh?
- Hey, Matty.

You look great.

So you ready for this?

You know what? For the first time
in my life, yeah, Dad, this feels right.

There you are, Matthew.

- Hi.
- Celia, this is my dad, Sean McNamara.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

You have a wonderful home.

Oh, thank you,
Dr. McNamara. Welcome.

- Come.
- Okay. Uh...

- Hello, hello.
- Hey, Sean.

- Where are the kids?
- Annie is helping Ramona to get ready...

- and Conor's playing with her nephews.
- Oh, good.

It's easier to do this
when they're not around.

What is this?

Sean.

Thank you. Thank you, Sean.

This means so much to me.

Now we got that out of our systems,
can we please have some fun here?

Yes. Let's have some fun.

Okay. Can I suggest
one final three-way?

Oh, no. SEAN: Oh, come on.

I mean this kind of three-way.

There you go, buddy.

Our son's getting married.

Maybe we did something right.

- I'll drink to that.
- Something.

I know. Hard to believe.

Anybody want one of these?

Here.

Sean?