difficult with my family at the moment.
I guess it'll take a while to heal.
The real pain is in the waiting, isn't it?
That looks that way.
My toes are cold. I can feel 'em.
When does the anesthesia kick in?
W-w-wait! Wait a minute! That burns.
Why am I feeling this?
Check it out.
Oh, my god! What are you doing?!
Stop! Please!
It isn't a clean cut.
There's avulsion of the underlying tissue
- and maceration.
- I can feel this!
Jesus. This must've been done with a serrated knife.
Stop! Please!
You'll have to excise a wider margin of tissue to get rid of those jagged edges.
The carver never used a serrated knife before, did he?
I thought he liked precision.
I told you, she did this to herself.
Looks like she used a grapefruit knife.
Who cares what it was, shithead?!
Stop! I can feel it! I can feel the pain!
I can't take it! I can't take it anymore!
Stop! Please!
I can feel this!
I can--stop! I can feel it!
I can feel the pain! Aaaahh!
Aaaaaah!
Aaaaaah!
I'm representing Ms. Reynolds in her suit against McNamara/Troy.
She was traumatized during her surgery, and she called me. I do pro bono work for stand up.
Traumatized in what sense?
I told you, I felt the whole thing.
Every second.
My client didn't receive proper anesthesia during her procedure.
She was awake during the operation.
That's not possible.
She claims she was paralyzed and unable to communicate with you.
She's lying. She does that a lot.
My client has no reason to lie, Dr. Troy.
She's clearly suffering from post traumatic stress disorder and is thus entitled
to financial restitution for the pain and suffering inflicted on her on these premises.
Your client is not just a liar, Mr. Baerwitz,
she is a fountain of grisly, insane fabrications.
I am onto you.
You just want our money so you can run off and book that nose job
and that breast augmentation that you've been dying for.
Let me be clear.
We will not give you one dime.
You hate me.
You've always hated me.
Excuse me. Ms. Reynolds, why don't you--
Please, just tell us in your own words what you experienced during the surgery.
He did it to me because he wants everyone to suffer just like he did.
He admitted it.
All right, let's just try to remain as rational as we can here.
Let's just stick with the facts. All of us.
Here are the facts, doctor.
I was lying there awake and completely paralyzed
while you two excised a wider margin of tissue.
Does that sound familiar?
It felt like you were tearing my face apart.
We'll check the stats with our anesthesiologist, confer with our lawyer, and get back to you.
This isn't going away because you want it to, doctor.
You will be held accountable.
And what about your client?
Braying to the media about wounds she inflicted on herself,
mocking the pain of the real victims.
I was a victim here. I felt my surgery.
To do what you've done, you couldn't feel anything.
- Christian. Chris--
- I felt it.
The only thing you feel is the glare of the limelight you think will validate your own existence!
You said I used a grapefruit knife, but I didn't! I used a bread knife.
And that pain was nothing compared to how I felt on your table.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Being invisible, like a ghost.
I couldn't stand walking into a bar
one more time and sitting down and having no one  look at me.
It's not like they think I'm ugly. It's like I'm just not there.
That's what really hurts more than anything.
So, yeah. Cutting my face did hurt...
but it also felt so good later, on this other level.
People were so unbelievably kind to me when they thought I was a carver victim.
Except for you.
Why would you want to make me suffer like that?
We'll walk over together.
And if things go as we hope, I will disappear.
The hair's not too much?
Ellie, you look beautiful.
Inside and out.
Hello, Carl.
Hello.
You're very pretty.
Do I know you?
My memory's not very good.
What's your name again?
I'm Ellie.
Ellie?
This is my