01x07 - The Scratch

Episode transcripts for the 2009 TV show "The Middle". Aired: September 2009 to May 2018.*
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"The Middle" follows the daily mishaps of a working class, middle-aged, Midwestern, married woman and her semi-dysfunctional family and their attempts to survive life in general in the city of Orson, Southwest Indiana.
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01x07 - The Scratch

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"The Scratch"

(crows cawing)

Frankie: From the outside, you can see we're just your average family. Sure, we're a little disorganized.

(beeping)

Is that the garbage truck?

What time is it?

Mike, did you take out the trash?

It's Axl's turn.

(sighs)

Trash day! Bring out your trash!

Come on, guys, move! Trash truck's a block away!

Okay, okay. I know it probably looks a little insane to be so nuts about Trash Day, but see, due to recent cutbacks, trash pickup only happens once every two weeks. If you miss it, you're screwed.

We're never gonna make it!

Brick, what are you doing under there?

I'm tired of sleeping with Axl. His bed's always squeaking.

I want my own room.

How long have you been sleeping under there?

A month.

All right, whatever. Just get rid of your trash.

You know, I don't understand why nobody obeys the chore chart.

Axl was supposed to take out the garbage.

Sue was supposed to clean up last night.

I mean, why do we even bother making a chore chart if nobody pays any attention to it?

There's nothing on it!

Yeah.

Because I haven't bought the dry-erase markers yet.

But it's all up here, and you're supposed to remember what I told you.

I swear, I spend my whole life cleaning up other people's crap.

Ow!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Hey, guys, the truck's passing the Donahues'.

Mom hit me with a beer bottle.

What?

Brick, don't tell people that. It sounds horrible.

I was tossing it to Sue, and Brick got in the way.

Let me see that. No, you're fine.

He's all right?

Yeah. Barely even a scratch.

He's not bleeding or anything.

I'm sorry, honey.

Darn. I wanted a band-aid. Can I put a band-aid on anyway?

I want to use the new Super Mario ones.

(whispers) Super Mario.

Okay, that's fine, honey. Mike, come on!

We can do this! We can do this! Hurry up!

We did it! We made it! We...

(dog barking)

The day started off lousy, and then it got weird.

So
out of the goodness of my heart, I'm gonna reach into my own wallet, and instead of buying that second pontoon boat, I'm gonna spend the money on buying some TV ad time.

I decided to dust off my old commercial from when we were up to our jockstraps in good times.

Help! Help! I'm being assaulted by high prices!

Just keep cool, little lady.

I'm Don Ehlert of Ehlert Motors, and they're not gonna get away with that on my lot.

(funk music playing)

(bangs)

I'm sh**ting down high prices...

(g*nsh*t)

Ooh!

And bad service.

(bang)

Aah! Ooh!


(click)

(blows air)

Uh, Mr. Ehlert, you can't run that commercial.

It's r*cist.

What are you talking about?

I'm sh**ting high prices.

It's r*cist to sh**t high prices?

When high prices is a... black man, yes, sir.

I just think maybe if you made a new commercial, you might appeal to an entirely new group of people--

You know, young people...

Non-racists.

You two write me up a new commercial and have it on my desk tomorrow morning.

Man on p.a.: Frankie, you have a call on line one.

Your son Brick's school is on line one.


Well, I'm working, too. Besides, it's your turn.

I went down to the school when Axl pantsed the band kids.

I did Sue and the squirrel att*ck.

Brick and the chalk-chewing.

Brick and the lying down in class.

Brick and the beeping in class. Brick and the howling in class.

Brick and the...

Hi. I'm Brick Heck's dad. What did he do this time, forget his lunch? We're in kind of a hurry this morning.

Thank you.

What's going on here?

You tell me.

I hear your wife got a little rough with your son this morning.

What? Are you joking?

You guys strippers or something?

No, I'm afraid not. We got a call from the hall monitor.

He said that your-- your son told him that his mother hit him with a beer bottle.

(exhales deeply)

Hi, Dad!

Guys, this is all a huge misunderstanding.

It was an accident.

Relax, Mr. Heck. Just stay calm.

When parents are stressed, lapses in judgment can occur.

Tell me about it. We should never have let Brick anywhere near the first aid kit.

(whistling)

Mike: It's tiny.

It's not even a scratch.

Here, Brick, unwrap it and show 'em.

Sir, we can't allow you to talk directly to your son.

What?

Is this for real?

Oh, it was for real, all right.

It started with the bandage and then just snowballed from there.

It didn't help that there was a new hall monitor at school.


Hey, buddy. What happened to your arm?

I'm not supposed to tell.

What do you mean?

My mom says I'm not supposed to tell.

Well, if something happened at home, you have to tell a grown-up.

Okay. My mom hit me with a beer bottle.

She was mad, and my dad was mad, and I always get in the way.

You can see how this sounded.

Everyone could see how it sounded, except Brick.

And once a teacher hears something like that, he's legally required to report it.


Now I realize this may be uncomfortable for you to talk about, Mr. Heck, but has your wife ever been physically abusive to you?

(chuckles) Are you kidding? She's, like, 5 feet tall.

I could kick her ass.

And do you ever kick... her ass?

No. No, of course not.

(chuckles)

(door closes)

Oh, Mike. Got your message.

Hi, honey. Lookit. See how little she is?

Take your shoes off, hon.

Oh.

Sorry, Mom. You told me not to tell, but I told.

Don't be mad.

Mad? No! Why would I be mad?

I am never mad, never, ever, ever.

This is all a huge misunderstanding.

The beer bottle hit him when I tossed it gently--

Just oh, so gently--

And do you often drink in the morning?

No. I think that was my husband's beer bottle.

Mr. Heck, you're the one who drinks in the morning?

(sighs) No. God, this is ridiculous.

Look--hey, you know what?

We have a teenage son that is a huge pain in the butt.

Don't you think if we wanted to abuse somebody, we would have abused him?

Officer McCoy, if I could please step in here?

I have known this family for years...

Years and years and years.

And although they don't help with fund-raisers...

We work.

Or teacher appreciation day or the back-to-school picnic, they are a good family.

Well, since the principal feels so strongly about this, we'll release him back into your custody.

(exhales)

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Okay. So we're all done here? Everything's cleared up?

Oh, no. You're in the system now.

A social worker will be coming by your house to make an official evaluation.

You know all those times you wished someone would come and take your kids away?

Well, the reality isn't really as great as the fantasy.


Sue: Okay.

So the social worker's coming tomorrow afternoon for the home visit.

So if I tell the social worker that you hit me, too, does that mean that I can, like, trade up to a better foster family or...

Shut up, shut up, shut up! They're gonna split us up!

They're gonna take us away!

Relax. Nobody's taking anybody anywhere.

This is a formality so they can sign their paperwork.

We're gonna answer their questions.

Brick's gonna tell them what really happened, and they're gonna see what a normal family we really are.

Can I have dinner here in my room tonight?

And at that moment, it dawned on us that our future rested in Brick's hands.

God help us.


So, Brick, your dad and I thought it might be fun to have a little practice run at some of the questions the social worker might ask you.

Sprinkles?

Okay.

Okay.

There you go.

So for example, uh, what would you say if she asked you if your mom ever hits you?

Not deliberately.

Okay. That's a good answer.

But you know what's a good answer, too? "No."

Just... no.

No is good.

Keep it brief. Keep it simple.

Okay. I'll just tell her whatever you tell me I should say.

But--

Well, you wouldn't want her to think that we're coaching you.

But aren't you coaching me?

What, this? No.

(scoffs) This isn't coaching.

No, we're just practicing.

Okay, so to recap, if she asks you if we were coaching you, you would say...

Yes.

Gosh, you know, I think you could say no for that question, too.

What do you think?

I'm liking no as a go-to answer.

So you're telling me to lie? Okay.

No, no, no. Nobody is telling you to lie.

I think we're just bending the immediate truth just a teeny, teeny bit to get to the truth that is the true truth.

You understand?

No.

You don't?

I don't know. But you said no was my go-to answer.

Can I go watch TV now?

(sighs)

Sure.

What do you think?

I hope he goes to a nice family.

Well, I wasn't the only one stuck in a scary situation I didn't deserve.

All right, let's get this show on the road.

Where's Frances?

Um, actually, she had some, uh, family issues.

And I know she's lied in the past and said she had some family issues, but... this time she really does.

All right, let's kick this pig.

Okay.

Action!

And down here, we got...

Damn it.

(beep)

And down here, we got--

What the hell is my hand doing?

Doesn't feel natural.

I don't know what to do with my damn hand.

(beep)

And down here, we've got--

That's not right, is it? Eh.

And down-- Oh, screw this!

What are you lookin' at?!

(beep)

Quiet!

(beep)
Ehlert Motors, where your every need will be...

(insect buzzing)

Where your every need will...

Ah...

(horn honks)

This...

(horn honks)

This is your fault. The words you wrote are clumsy.

They don't roll off the tongue.

Um...

Yeah, like this. What the hell is that?

"Vehicle"?

Yeah, that's fancy. I don't talk like that.

Aah! Are you gonna help me, or are you gonna just stand there?

So the day of the social worker visit had arrived, and we all pulled together to make a good impression.

How do I look?

Take that off. Damn it, Axl, take it off!

(chuckles) Don't hit me.

Not funny, Axl. Not funny.

(crying)

Hey.

Why are you crying?

I'm just so scared.

Honey, I'm gonna give you a piece of advice that my dad gave me once.

He said, "Son, stuff those feelings down.

Stuff 'em down, and eventually they'll go away."

And I have not cried since.

Okay, what do you think? Shades open or closed?

No. Closed looks like we're hiding something.

Open. Open.

(gasps)

Oh, my God. The raccoons tore into the garbage that never got picked up.

Sue, get out there and clean that up.

Okay, where is the Bible?

I wanna put it on the coffee table.

You know, we don't have a real book anywhere--

Just "People" magazine. Mike, quick, turn all the TVs to PBS.

What channel is that?

I don't know.

(doorbell rings)

She's here.

Oh! Oh! You see? It's clean!

That's why I never wash the windows.

Oh, are you okay? Oh, my God.

Listen, you can't get a welt on your head. Not now.

Okay, don't swell up, Sue. Don't swell.

What are we gonna do?

(sighs) It's very nice to meet you.

It's very nice to meet you, too.

Her head gets cold.

(chuckles)

It's so nice to have you here, really.

It's very--

Yes, it's very nice.

I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Oh, no, no. You-- That was your--

No, I interrupted. It's my fault. Please, honey. You go.

Thank you, dear.

It's just nice to have you here.

(clears throat)

It really is.

Can I get you something to drink?

Oh, I'd love some herbal tea.

Oh, no. I don't have herbal tea.

I mean, I-I know it's good for you, but I just don't like it. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

I don't have herbal tea.

(crying)

Oh. Honestly, it's okay. Look, don't worry.

It's--it's better if everyone just stays relaxed, okay?

So I'm gonna need to speak with each member of the family individually.

Great. That sounds great.

We're not nervous.

(laughs loudly)

So how many hours a day would you say that you spend together as a family?

Just about every chance we get. We love spending time together.

We're together all the time.

Two.

(voice breaking) I-I don't know. What's--what's the right answer?

So what are foster families like?

Are there any with, like, inground pools or...

Would you say that you drink alcohol on a regular basis?

(chuckles) Oh, no, not at all. Hardly ever.

Three times a week. More if the Colts are losing.

I just love my family so much.

Are there any foster families available with cute teenage girls?

'Cause they wouldn't be considered my sisters, right?

Carole: Does your wife ever get angry?

Uh...

Uh...

Uh...

Uh...

And what do you do as a family for fun?

Oh, uh, biking, canoeing, visiting ancient Native American historical sites and looking for arrowheads.

Watch TV.

Watch TV.

Watch TV? I don't know. Is that the right answer?

(voice breaking) I just-- I just love my family so much!

Okay. Brick is up next.

Yep, our future was in his hands.

Brick, would you like to show me to your room?

Okay.

(coughs)

Let me show you the room that I share with my brother.

It wasn't going well for me, and it wasn't going well for Bob either.

It's Don Ehlert of Ehlert Motors.

Need a vehicle? Got bad credit?

We don't care. Come on down.

We've got the lowest prices south of Canada.

Follow the arrows! Follow the signs to Ehlert Motors.

Mr. Ehlert, you did it!

You made it through the whole thing!

I did? Ha! I did! Well, let me see it. Play it back.

(speaks indistinctly)

It's Don Ehlert of Ehlert Motors...

What the hell is this? I don't look like that.

You made me look old and bald and... old!

No. He's...

In my old commercial, I was beautiful, Bob!

What'd you do to me?

(stammers)

Sir, well, you...

Don: Jackass.

It's been a long time.

Wonder how Brick's doing in there.

(whimpers)

Do not start to cry again, Sue. I swear, I will--

Thank you, Brick. It was very nice to meet you, too.

Oh, are you done already?

We were just reading some Bible verses. How did it go?

I told her everything that you told me to--I mean, the truth.

Well, I want to thank you all for your honesty and candor.

I think I have everything I need, so I will be contacting you shortly.

Um, excuse me.

I know you can't tell us anything official right now, but, um...

Oh.

(whispers) I promise I won't tell.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Heck.

I'm not able to discuss anything at this time until I file my report.

(normal voice) I understand. Of course. Um, so...

It was lovely to meet you.

Okay.

It's funny, but...

You don't remember me, do you?

Uh... Should I?

Well, we went out, like, two or three times.

It was years ago.

Anyway, I really liked you, but you never called me back.

Oh, well.

It's nice to see you again.

(door closes)

You dated our social worker?

I don't even remember her. Oh, wait.

She could have been the one that liked Duran Duran and was always touching my face.

Man, she got old.

How could you not have called her back?

What's wrong with her? She's attractive. She's smart.

You should have called, Mike. You shoulda called.

I didn't call her because I met you, and I liked you better.

Well, if this whole thing goes south, it's on your head.

Frankie, she doesn't seem like the vindictive type.

Clearly, you know nothing about women.

Any scorned woman would k*ll for this chance!

We are screwed.

(telephone ringing)

I tried to be as mellow as Mike, but the truth is, I was a basket case.

What if this chick was still mad at Mike and was gonna take it out on us?

Damn it, I was gonna take some action.


Woman: You've reached the government offices of Social Services. To schedule a hearing, press 1.

To become a foster family, press 2.


Hey, quick, everybody! The new commercial's on.

Woman: Help! Help! I'm being assaulted by high prices!

(bang, bang) I'm sh**ting down high prices!

(groaning)

(funk music playing)


That's it? Huh. That must have been easy.

I tried for days to go through proper channels, but I couldn't wait any longer.

Mike might not have pursued her, but I sure was gonna.


Hi. I'd like to see Carole Barry, please.

Is she expecting you?

Is anyone ever really expecting anyone?

And should we be?

I mean, isn't being surprised the most fun?

So that's a no. No appointment, no seeing.

Now you can call our 1-800 number--

Uh, no, you really can't, because I tried, and...

Can I just use your bathroom?

Employees only.

Oh, I--nervous bladder. I have a doctor's note.

Go. Go.

Ms. Barry?

Yes?

Hi. It's Frankie Heck. (stammers)

May I help you?

Uh, well, I-I just wanted to explain, um, why my husband Mike never called you back.

I mean, I'm sure you have been wondering about it all these years, 'cause clearly you are lovely, and he liked you. He really did.

It's just that the timing just wasn't right, because, you see, we met going up to the lndy 500, and, um, well...

(sighs) To tell you the truth, um, I slept with him on the second date, which I never really do!

But you know, I was a nice girl then--

As were you, I mean, obviously, 'cause you didn't put out.

And good for you. So I just hope that all of this doesn't make you think differently about my family, because--

Frankie.

(sighs)

(toilet flushes)

I got over your husband a long time ago.

(sighs)

Thank God.

Well, you should count your blessings, because believe me, he really is no picnic to live with.

But he's a good dad! Oh, such a great dad.

Frankie, I'm not supposed to tell you any information until the report is filed.

But you're fine.

We are?

Do you have any idea the kind of crazy families I see in my job?

Trust me, meeting yours was the best part of my week--

My month.

Really?

Really. As soon as I file my report with my supervisor, your case will be officially closed, and then you can go on with your life.

Oh, thank you. Oh!

I'm so sorry to have bothered you.

I promise you I will not bother you again.

Actually, that was a lie.

I couldn't go home without actually seeing it in writing.


(computer beeps)

(speaks indistinctly)

(mouths words)

I don't think I ever knew what relief meant until that moment.

There was an upside to all that happened, though.

I had written proof that I was a good parent, and believe me, it came in handy.


Whoa! I cannot believe that you won't let me go car skiing.

It's safe. There's a spotter car that follows right behind.

Oh, my God. You are the worst mom ever.

Really? The state of lndiana seems to disagree.

Yep. It was good to have it in writing.
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