sorry, Sean, but I have taken another job.
Where?
Julia's spa.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Chritian. I can't do this anymore.
We can talk about it tomorrow.
There's not gonna be a tomorrow for us.
Quentin is an excellent surgeon. I'm sure you two will get along just fine.
Mr. White, tell me what you don't like about yourself.
Uh, I can't look at myself in the mirror.
It's, uh... it's too painful.
Mr. White, I'm not exactly sure what we can do for you.
I have a condition called B.I.I.D.-- Body integrity identity disorder.
No matter how many psychiatrists I've seen or medications I've taken,
I can't stop obsessing about my leg.
Well, you've, uh... you've suffered a big loss. It's very natural--
No, no, no, no, no. You don't understand. Uh...
Mr. White, please, keep your pants on. We don't do prosthetics.
I don't want one. I just want my body to reflect who I am inside.
I want you to remove my leg.
Ever since I was 5 or 6, I've felt I had this extra appendage.
I used to ask god to make this awful feeling go away.
It didn't. I turned 40 last week, and now I have a different prayer.
If there is a god, I just want him to lead me to a doctor
who will help me end this agony.
We don't do amputations.
You have built your practice on body modification,
and I am no different than somebody who'd come to you for a sex change.
Would you turn him away?
No, but we would be helping him, not maiming him.
My friend Eric...
I met him in a support group.
He'd finally found a doctor willing to perform the surgery in Mexico-- a Dr. Carrion.
So I loaned him the $10,000, I drove him to the airport. He was so happy.
He'd finally be free.
They found him in a garage with both of his legs cut off.
He died of gangrene and infection.
It turns out Dr. Carrion never had a license.
Mr. White, no licensed physician will take off a healthy limb just because "it isn't you."
Don't talk to me like I'm insane, Dr. Troy.
I am a successful architect.
I didn't ask for this condition. I was born this way. I had no choice in the matter.
What about your family? Are they in favor of this?
My wife, she, uh, took my son and left almost a year ago.
Mr. White,
a procedure like this, it wouldn't exactly be covered by your HMO.
Money is not an object.
I'm not asking for favors, just control over my own body.
There are thousands of people like us all over the world
who are willing to lose everything, our families, our friends, our lives,
to be at peace and to finally feel whole.
So I guess you're just going to dismiss this case.
Watch me.
Case dismissed.
It is a little inconsistent, though, isn't it?
I mean, we correct a lot of imagined flaws to alleviate psychological pain.
That's exactly what Mr. White's asking us to do.
And once he's lost his leg and he goes hopping down the loony trail,
he'll realize that his amputation solved nothing.
Well, I'm not saying we should do it.
I'm just saying that maybe you should do a little research before you turn into Sean.
And what's that supposed to mean?
You always talk about Sean's moral posturing.
Well, he's gone now,
and you need to start thinking outside the box.
You want to be cutting-edge, right?
Who's stopping you?
You're certainly highly qualified.
Damn. The money I could make as a civilian surgeon lifting saggy tits and asses.
Tell me, Dr. McNamara, why would a rich, liberal plastic surgeon want to assist the FBI?
It's just my work started to lose its meaning.
I spoke to Dr. Grotten at the American board of plastic surgery.
We were friends in medical school,
and I told him I was looking for something with more purpose.
Want to get back in touch with the reason I became a physician in the first place.
He told me about your program.
6 figures isn't doing it for you anymore?
I want to be of service.
I left my practice, my wife, my son and daughter.
I always thought I'd die without them, but I didn't.
I'm alive.
Alive with nothing to live for.
Could you