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out to here, where all

the weirdos hang out?

Probably pull in

a lot more business

down there.

Just bein' friendly.

You keep it down

in here, hey, babe?

Hello, frank.

You can call me

the doctor.

I'm the one

who operated on you.

And the reason

why is simple.

A year and a half ago,

you killed a man

very close to me.

In the handbag I've left

a photograph of him

as a small reminder

of the terrible thing you did.

You should think positive,

maybe even thank me.

You have a new life.

You get to start over.

And this time

you're a woman.

In many ways,

it's often said,

the most splendid

of god's creatures.

I have liberated you

from the macho prison

you've been living in.

I'm an excellent surgeon,

and I'm quite proud of the work

I've done on you.

Your face and body have been

carefully sculpted,

with no visible scars

to the casual observer.

People pay small fortunes

for work that's less good

than what's been done

on you.

But I'm afraid

you'll have to sustain

your new femininity

with hormones.

You'll find everything you

need in the package I've sent.

You should begin with

a premarin immediately,

at first, two per day.

After one week,

add the prevera.

Two per day.

I've also left you some

feminine clothing

and $100 for sundries

while you convalesce.

I understand your current

accommodations

are less than ideal.

Several of my employees

paid the rent.

Your room is taken care of

for the next two weeks.

We left word to leave

you undisturbed.

My generosity allows you

to recuperate at your own pace.

A quote from Hamlet that you

might find inspirational:

"God has given you

one face,

and you make

yourselves another."

Good luck, frank.

You've been a very bad man.

This is your opportunity

for redemption.

Oh, no, honey, you

picked the wrong guy

to try to rip off.

That look of yours,

i kinda like.

I just gotta check out

what you got down there.

Come on, hustle.

Hey! You remember me?

Look, room 3-- room 308.

I need my keys, now.

f***!

Oh, oh...

Yeah.

All right.

All right.

Okay.

Your medical setup...

The equipment, the nurses,

your private bodyguards...

The costs must have

been enormous.

Say it.

"How did I get

so goddamn rich?"

Okay.

How did you get

so goddamn rich?

My father did well enough

to send me to good schools.

When he died, I received

a reasonable inheritance

which, unlike my brother,

i prudently invested.

Then I went to work.

I was very good

at my profession,

and my practice turned out

to be quite lucrative.

If you're a plastic surgeon,

the sky is the limit.

Then there were issues

with your peers

at mother of mercy?

I had enemies.

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