The Assignment Page #2

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on style alone.

You should read it.

I guess I have

to ask this again.

What's the point?

The point,

Dr. galen, is that,

in addition to being

a medical doctor,

i am an artist.

Frankie, baby,

good to see you.

Hey, listen.

We've got a problem.

It doesn't involve

Mr. Benny Hong Lee.

And I really hate

to say this, Frankie,

'cause I like you,

but you made some enemies.

Some bad ones.

Now, I did

a little renegotiating,

and I got a better deal.

I'm now satisfied

that the conditions

are correct

and in place.

Frankie, you should take

it easy on yourself.

Do what I tell ya.

Ugh.

The f***?

Uhh!

No!

No!

No!

Hey!

Who the sh*t are you?

You're some kind of

laid-up hooker, right?

You on dope?

Somebody work you over?

I kinda like

that look of yours.

Get out.

I got a right being

in this room, okay?

I own and operate

this joint.

And your screamin'...

Somebody wandering

around in here,

I thought maybe

there might be trouble.

Where'd you

come from, huh?

The guys registered

in this room didn't

tell me nothin'.

You know, you might wanna be

takin' it six or so blocks

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.

Political enemies within

the medical community.

My manner has always

caused me problems

with those less

equipped to keep up.

I was a better surgeon

than any of them.

They hated that.

And I was a woman.

That made it worse.

All right, yes.

When I lost my medical license

i set up an illegal clinic.

Before I often did

plastic surgery for idiots

who wanted a smaller nose,

larger breasts,

sometimes a larger penis--

more to the point,

you then became interested in...

Gender change

operations, yes.

After I could no longer

officially practice,

I discovered

a huge black market

for that kind of surgery.

Most people who want it

don't want to go through

the endless waiting period,

and, in addition,

many times they can't afford

the enormous costs.

And you took advantage.

I was doing

beneficial things,

making people happy,

giving them the medical

attention they wanted.

And it had the added

benefit of financing

my independent research.

In school I was always

at the top of my class.

At the hospital I was always

the best surgeon on staff.

I was always the one

who figured out

a new technique,

a better way

of getting things done.

But all it ever got me

was envy, jealousy,

and now disgrace.

So I became a rogue.

A rogue

on the medical frontier.

And it's lonely

out there, Ralph.

Quite lonely.

Yeah?

Hi, is-- is Johnnie there?

Yeah, this is Johnnie.

It's me, frank.

Frank.

Yeah.

Midnight coffee date frank.

Hey, you remember me, huh?

Yeah, I remember.

Um... you wanna meet

for a coffee?

Sure.

Tonight?

Yeah.

How about we meet

at that place near you?

Same place as before.

Hey, listen.

I, uh...

I don't look the same.

I shaved,

and some other stuff. I, um...

Hey, I gotta get

back to work.

I'm working a double,

so I'll meet you on my break.

Say, ten o' clock?

Yeah, I'll-- I'll

see you tonight.

Frank?

Yeah, it's me.

I look

a little different, huh?

You are different.

A lot different.

I... I don't know

what to say.

So you're a nurse.

Yeah, I guess I forgot

to mention it.

You had plastic surgery,

huh?

Just like some gangster guy

out of an old movie?

You're some kind

of criminal, right?

I had that figured.

I can still tell

it's you, though.

It's okay.

You look all right.

I got into some

real bad sh*t

with some real bad guys.

I was hoping I could

stay over at your house

for a couple of days.

I promise to stay

out of your way.

I'll even pay you

for it.

No. I don't want

your money.

We're friends.

F*** buddies.

Yeah, it's

pretty basic here.

I'm not a lot

on fixing places up.

I don't even got a TV.

I like to keep things

to a minimum, you know?

I just need a place

to clear my head.

Figure out what

I'm gonna do.

This is fine.

Stay as long

as you want.

I'll let you know if you

wear out your welcome.

Hey, one thing.

I, um, I started to tell

you that at the diner.

I got problems.

Hey, no pressure.

Suit yourself.

But since it's my place

i keep the bed.

You sleep on the sofa.

I'll get you a blanket

and a sheet.

I keep an extra pillow

in the closet.

It's all clean, so you

don't have to worry

about catching

some disease.

Mi casa es su casa, right?

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