Adultery ?
- It's true, isn't it ?
- Ohh. You have no right.
Mother, thank you, but I'll hire my own lawyer.
Fine. Then you pay for it.
I'm sure Sean will be more than happy to loan you the money
so you can take half his practice.
Or do you think those gals with the night school degrees down at women's legal aid can pull that off ?
I don't want half of Sean's practice.
- This isn't what this is about.
- Well, it should be.
You have it coming to you.
Your mcats were higher than his.
You were way ahead of him at school.
Why should he become a rich plastic surgeon while you wind up...
A what ? Tell me, mother.
A total dependent.
It's your turn, Julia.
Let him support your dreams this time.
He's the one whose kept you down all these years, preventing you from reaching your potential.
Now he has to pay for that.
She's ready.
You're gonna be ok, Momma.
We're gonna start on your legs here, and if you feel anything, you let us know, all right ?
Can you hold my hand, like on the truck ? I'm scared.
I'm sorry. I can't.
I need total mobility to get you off this couch.
Scalpel ?
Pulse irrigator ?
Necrotizing fasciitis ?
Grade 4 to the bone is my guess.
Let's get a culture.
Can you feel that ?
What's this fasitis business you're talking about ?
Is that gangrene ?
Are you gonna have to take my leg off ?
If the infection can't be treated, yes.
But how am I supposed to get off this couch if I can't even walk ?
Momma, would you like to see your husband ?
Denny's here ?
I can bring him in to hold your hand, if that would help you get through this.
No. I don't want him to see me without my face on.
Will I do ?
Go slow, please.
Nice manicure.
I did it myself.
I had to find some way to keep my pride up, you know ?
That was my dream at one point, to be a manicurist in some fancy salon.
My daughter used to say, "Momma, you could get paid for this work, yes, you could."
You have a daughter ?
June. She used to come over once a week, and we'd talk, watch a program or something.
She'd try and clean me up with a little bowl of water and a sponge.
I miss her. I really miss her.
How long has it been since you've seen her ?
Around a year.
June stopped coming 'cause she got so damn mad at me.
Said she couldn't bear seeing me like this anymore, that she couldn't take it,
offering help and support and me not taking it.
Why didn't you try getting off the couch, Momma ?
Well, you know, I'm a neat freak.
I've always run a clean house.
Have you ever tried 409, with the grease cutters ?
It's the best.
Sometimes I'd look around my place, and there was just so much to do.
I'd get to thinking about all the dustin' and scrubbin' the walls down with the 409...
and I'd just feel exhausted.
I got so tired planning all the work that had to be done.
So I'd say to myself, "tomorrow, Momma.
Tomorrow when you get your strength back, it'll be scrub day.
Tomorrow you will get up and do something."
And tomorrow would come, and you'd...still feel exhausted.
Right. That's right.
You're doing great, Momma.
Hang in there.
I can't do it anymore.
Yes, you can. We're half done.
And then what ?
Don't you have to fix the skin ?
When we're done with the surgery, we'll give you a couple of days to
rebuild your strength, and then we'll do some grafting, yes.
Did you get an infection grade on that sample ?
I've done all I can do today.
Liz ?
We'll be right back, Momma.
Well, I say we give her a minute.
I'll keep talking to her, distracting her.
Then we'll start working on the second leg.
Maybe we can save that one.
No. She's losing too much blood.
Look at her pressure.
- I could give her some Dopamine...
- No.
We'll wrap the freed leg today, stabilize her, do the second one tomorrow.
And then we'll do the right tricep on friday and the left on sunday.
She isn't Julia, Sean.
The separation can't go on forever.
Her fear of action is worse than the actual pain, Sean.
Let's keep going.
Anita, get me the