INT. HOSPITAL CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY
A dashing-looking surgeon dripping with confidence, Dr. Pomeranz, talks with David.
The cranial structure was based on thirty pins fastened by
small panels and bits of bone from the manicle . . . and it
seems the cartilage grafts have maintained your cheek
structure. Unfortunately, because you were in a coma,
immediate plastic surgery was impossible.
Doctors. Their power is in jargon. So you study up . . .
Is that the procedure for all bilateral periorbital hematomas
in a LeFort III fracture of a comatose patient?
In a LeFort III – absolutely. The potential for sub-cranial
brain damage was too great.
. . . you do your best.
David consults a list he’s made.
And beyond the cheek grafts, Dr Pomeranz, is, are the pins
fastened with any kind of aluminum which could ionize
and cause that pressure in my head? Because I’m ready for
another operation. This isn’t vanity. My arm isn’t working
At this stage of treatment, we’ve done everything we can.
What about neo-laser technology? I know there’s a process
because I read about the Rees-Jones operation.
Angle shifts to reveal three other doctors in the room listening.
Yes, we are working on a process. But it . . . you’re
specifically not at the stage where we can experiment.
Experiment. Use me.
The headaches will go away –
These are more than headaches. This is a steel plate
slicing through my every thought.
We’re not cowboys. We can’t just wing it.
Because I can’t think straight most of the time.
We can increase your medication.
And there are things we’ll continue to investigate. But
there are so many others who’ve not been able to benefit
aesthetically from plastic surgery as you have –
This isn’t about vanity, Dr Pomeranz! (keeping rage bottled)
This isn’t about vanity. This is about functioning in the
world. It is my job to be out there functioning. I’ve got the
money, and I’ll pay any amount. Invent something. Play
jazz. You say you’re the best face man in New York City.
Fucking prove it.
We could do something about about your arm.
Fuck my arm!
Dr Pomeranz looks over to a young assistant.
Nobody here takes your feelings for granted. We did prepare
something for you, based on the preliminary examination.
Tell me. Bring it on.
It’s something useful in the early stages of rejection. It’s a
facial prosthetic. It was two weeks in the making.
The assistant opens a black leather-bound box. In it is the mask –
molded from David’s own face, locked in a pleasant, bland
A facial prosthetic.
The aesthetic replacement does work. Emotionally, and
And the plastic in the aesthetic shield also filters out
abusive rays, and assists in the regeneration of cells.
So it’s an aesthetic regenerative shield.
That’s correct. Exactly.
And the ergonomics of the plate-barrier allow it to reflexively
interact with the movements of your own face.
I see –
It’s a helpful unit.
Good. Because for a minute there I thought we were
talking about a mask.
It’s only a mask if you treat it that way.
No, it’s great. This completely takes care of Halloween. But
what about the other 364 days of the year?
David. We search for solutions. And sometimes a small