or stay a self-pitying victim
who takes out his aggression by undermining us.
Us? By us you mean you and Quentin.
It looks like you've gotta be around other victims to be comfortable...
human or not.
If that animal can teach its language skills to future generations,
then I might have in some way made a scientific contribution to the world.
Me, not you.
Isn't that what really bugs you, Sean?
I did something. I felt effective.
And for the first time in weeks, I forgot all about the carver.
Dr. Forsythe called.
How did the insemination go?
They promised to name the first born after me.
They thought enough time had passed, that the scar wouldn't be visible.
Apparently, animals have a sixth sense about these things.
We couldn't see it, but Koomba could.
He knew that there was something different about her.
He attacked her.
Kiki's dead.
Matt, goddamn it! I can smell the dope all the way from the kitchen!
I was going to pay him for it, but more than it's worth.
You have to smoke a lid of this shit to get a decent buzz.
Are you gonna bogart the damn thing or offer me some?
Oh, here.
We should have done more of this when I was growing up.
You disapproved of me enough without adding corruption to the list of my war crimes.
But you were a terrible mother.
I thought I was...
But it turned out I didn't do such a bad job.
You mean, compared to me?
No, I mean as evidenced by you.
We're all terrible mothers.
You go into the enterprise expecting your child to be a better version of yourself.
And then the little bastards turn out to have souls all their own,
destinies to be fulfilled,
dreams and desires that have nothing to do with us or our D.N.A.
I mean, I--I carried him inside of me and...
it's just as if I don't even know him.
You will again.
When?
When you grow up.
Me?
When you stop trying to create him in your image and likeness...
and see him for who he is.
You're stoned.
You're right. We should have done this more often.
Holy shit.
Come here!
Come on! Get him!
You like that?
Take that.
Matt?
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Did he rape you?
No.
We've given our lives for this family. You don't have the right to walk out on it.
Watch me.
Oh, no.
Oh, my god.
Tell me what you don't like about yourself, Mrs. Harkness.
My husband treats me like a stranger.
We do good work here, but
we can't promise to save our patients from insensitive spouses.
No, I mean it literally.
My husband has alzheimer's. He doesn't recognize me anymore.
Do you think you could make me look like this?
This is the woman he remembers, the woman he loves.
He took that photo on our 20th wedding anniversary.
Do you think you could make me look like this again? Maybe it would jog his memory.
Here's my problem.
It would take several surgeries to recreate this face,
and they'd all have to be done at once
if you're racing against your husband's mental deterioration.
We'd have to put you out for many hours, and, frankly,
we don't like to keep patients your age under anesthesia for that long.
Additionally, after all that work,
- you still run the risk of his--
- Oh, I know. I know.
He might not recognize me.
I've been all through that.
It's worth the risk.
I never said this out loud before,
but it's my fault.
I know it is.
He's forgotten me because I abandoned him.
Most of our marriage, I was all about Carl.
And then, after menopause, I got this sudden surge of energy,
and I just started writing these little murder mysteries.
And Carl was very supportive of me. He even read my drafts for me,
but then when he expressed feelings of missing me,
I was pretty much, "don't rain on my parade."
And then I called home one night I was on a book tour in London,
and he claimed not to know who I was.
He said his wife had run away,
and I became angry, and I told him his sense of humor was very passive aggressive.
And then, 3 days later, my son called and