08x20 - High and Dry

[bunniefuu]

So, what time do you think

you can get out of
the house tonight?

Probably about : .

Hey, you know where
to meet us, right?

Yeah.

I have to go.

All right. Bye.

See you, Pete.

Pete?

That's what those guys call me.

Who are those guys?

That's Luke and Alex.

They're in my English class.

Don't you know them?

No.

What?

I do have friends other
than you, you know.

Okay. What time are
you coming over tonight?

I'm not sure I'm coming.

I thought you were
going to help me babysit.

I know, I'm sorry,

but my dad's in
from out of town,

and I promised I'd
spend time with him.

This is the first time

I'm officially babysitting
the twins by myself.

It's two on one.

I need you there to
even out the odds a bit.

I'll see what I can do,

but my dad really
wants me to come over.

It's just going to be
takeout and movie rentals,

but you know how my dad is.

Once he gets an
idea in his head...

I'm sorry.

Maybe I can ask
him if we can do it

tomorrow night instead. Thanks.

(clears throat)

Can I help you?

I'm Chandler Hampton.

Somebody called me
about Jeffrey Turner.

What's your
relationship with Jeffrey?

I'm in the process
of adopting him.

It should be in his file.

I know that I have clearance
from his grandmother

to pick him up, and I've
met with the principal,

and I've talked to
others from the school,

but what I don't know
is... is why you called me.

You should calm down.

Well, I know, I know I
should, but this is the first time

I've been called to
the school for him,

so I just want to know
what's wrong with Jeffrey.

Well, why don't you
ask him yourself?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

As far as I know.

Then why did they call me?

Because I told them to. Why?

Because you were
supposed to pick me up.

I didn't know that.

I figured you knew,

because my grandma's
in the hospital for tests,

and I'm staying
with you tonight.

Well, I didn't
know that, either.

Oh, then I guess
I forgot to tell you.

Yeah.

That's not a problem, is it?

I was worried,
when I got that call,

that there was an emergency.

I hope you have food
in the fridge, because

if I don't eat soon, there
will be an emergency.

Have a good night.

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ I know there's
no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world
don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one
place that you'll find ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ Mmm, th Heaven ♪

♪ th Heaven. ♪

(barks)

Nice try.

What? I was just having a
little snack before we left.

We're going to eat dinner
at the Johnsons' house.

I know, but we've never
been to the Johnsons' before,

and I don't know
if the food there

will be as good as yours.

Oh. Again, nice try.

Are you... are you sure
we should be doing this?

Absolutely. You know you're
not supposed to eat ice cream.

No. I meant, are you sure
we should be leaving Ruthie

alone with the boys?

Not that I don't trust her... I
do... but we can reschedule.

You know, we can
go to the Johnsons'

for dinner another night

when there are more people
around to watch the boys.

The Johnsons are
new to our church.

They invited us
to dinner tonight.

We're going. End of
discussion. Besides,

I... I think it's time

to give Ruthie a little
more responsibility.

Well, thanks, Mom. I'm glad

someone has a
little faith in me.

I have faith in you.

It's just that we've
never left you alone

with the boys before,
you know, at night,

for hours, alone,

with Lucy and Kevin out.

What your father
is trying to say

is that, um...
we're new to this.

We know that you're responsible
enough and mature enough

to be left in
charge of the boys.

What we have to
come to terms with

is the fact that you and
your brothers are growing up.

That's why this is so hard.

Right. That's what I meant.

ANNIE: Right. Now, I wrote down

the Johnson" phone number.

If anything should happen,
don't hesitate to call, okay?

I also wrote down Kevin's
cell number just in case.

Okay? And Cecilia's
parents' number

in case you want to track down

her and Martin after his game.

Also, Matt's cell phone
number, if it's an emergency,

Mary and Carlos's, Simon's,
the police station, and...

And there's plenty
of food in the fridge,

so you can make dinner later.

You want me to make dinner?

Or... you can order pizza.

Don't worry. We'll be fine.

Peter might come over and help.

Oh, that doesn't
exactly ease our worries.

Oh, well, you trust me, right?

Well... And you
trust Peter, right?

So you trust both of us, right?

Come on. Peter will
come over, and we'll all...

Well, then keep
everything downstairs

and in the presence
of your brothers.

Exactly. Now go. Have fun. Bye.

We're going, but I'm not
sure we'll have any fun.

(sighs)

When are we going to eat?

I'll make us some dinner

as soon as I get these
groceries put away.

You... you're not
going fast enough.

You want me to help?

Sure.

Where does this go?

In that cupboard.

Where does this go?

On that shelf.

I can't reach that shelf.

Here, why don't
you have a pudding

while I finish putting
the groceries away?

And then I'll make
us some dinner

and we can watch one
of those movies we rented.

Okay!

Where are the spoons?

Can you believe

it's been a year already?

Seems like only yesterday.

And yesterday was
the best day of my life.

What about tomorrow?

What?

Well, tomorrow... the future.

Where do you see
us in the future?

How far in the future?

Five years.

I was reading this book.

What did I tell you about that?

I'm serious.

So am I.

You're always reading
those self-help books

that are filled with nothing
but mixed metaphors

and so-called advice
that contradicts

other so-called advice
from the last book you read.

Not all of them.

Most of them.

True, but this one...

Go ahead.

This one's about
making a plan...

A five-year plan...

For our relationship
and ourselves.

We need to figure out where
we want to be in five years,

and figure out what's
the best way to get there.

In five years, I want
to be right next to you.

That's sweet, but where do
you want to be next to me?

In the garage apartment?

In our own house?

Still in Glenoak?

And what about kids?

Are we going to be
ready for kids by then?

We've talked about this.

I'll be ready to have
children whenever you are,

as long as that's after
you graduate from college.

I know we've talked about it,

and you said you'll be ready,
but when will we be ready?

Lucy, I love you,

and I want to spend
the rest my life with you,

but tonight I just want
to celebrate tonight.

We can talk about
tomorrow tomorrow.

You're right.

Let's go celebrate.

Great game.

Thanks.

It's always good when
the home team wins.

And it doesn't hurt when
I go four for five, either.

So what do you
want to do tonight?

The usual? Pizza and a movie?

Sounds great.

I'll be out in a few minutes.

What's wrong? Why does
something have to be wrong?

We can do something other
than pizza and a movie if you want.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

It's just...

I'm going to miss
this next year.

Miss what?

This.

Watching you play
and going to dinner

and a movie with you afterwards.

Why would you miss this?

I'm graduating.

I'll be in college.

And even if I do go
to college around here,

chances are, I'll be too
busy to come to your games

and too busy to go
to dinner and a movie.

I know you're graduating.

I guess I just figured you'd
be staying close to home.

It's still an option,

but I did get into
a few colleges.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

And, uh, what if I
did stay around here?

Doesn't mean
you'll still be around.

Your dad might be home by then.

He'll be stationed
somewhere else.

You won't be here.

You want me to stick
around for something

that's not even a sure thing?

Guess I never
thought about that.

I have.

I need to take a shower.

Sorry I brought this up.

We'll wait.

I don't like tomatoes.

I know. You told me.

So I'm not putting any
more tomatoes in the sauce

other than the ones that
were already in the jar.

Just making sure.

All right.

I don't like onions, either.

I know. I'm not putting
any onions in there, either.

What about mushrooms?

Nope. No mushrooms.

Too bad. I like mushrooms.

I'll have to remember that.

I'm thirsty.

There are juice
boxes in the fridge.

What's this?

What's what?

This.

That's a bottle of
wine. That's not for you.

Here.

I know what wine is
and I know it's not for me,

but what are you doing with it?

I thought you didn't drink,

except for an occasional
beer at the pool hall,

which you were giving up.

Sometimes I like to have a
glass of wine with my dinner.

And how is that not drinking?

I don't drink it every night,

just once in a
while with dinner.

You're right, I promised,
no more drinking.

Here, give it to me.

(sighs)

(wine pouring)

There, happy now?

No, still hungry.

(sighs)

We can still cancel
this, you know.

All we have to do is say
we have an emergency.

We're here.

I told you on the way over,

Ruthie will be
fine and I meant it.

It's just not Ruthie.

I-I'm also worried
about the dinner.

Well, you know
how these things are.

The Johnsons are new in
town, they're new at church.

They just invited us over

because they just have
some sort of of problem

they need our help with.

I've seen it a hundred times.

Okay, I'm worried about
Ruthie and the boys.

Well, don't be.

Just relax and enjoy yourself.

(door bell chimes)

Reverend Camden, Mrs. Camden,

so glad you're here.

We need your help.

At least Ruthie is fine.

Well, do you want to play a game

or do you guys want
to order dinner first?

Play a game.

Order dinner.

Game. Dinner.

(growling) (phone ringing)

You guys can decide which
one you want to do first,

while I go answer the phone.

Game. Dinner.

Hello.

Hey, Ruthie. How's it going?

So far, so good.

That's great. I knew
you could handle it.

(clattering)

(barks)

What was that?

Hold on.

What happened?

David broke my game.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

DAVID: It broke by itself.

You threw it on the floor.

It fell off the table.

Now we can eat dinner first.

Peter?

Sounds like you
got your hands full.

Please tell me
you're coming over.

I'm sorry, I can't.

My dad really wants me to
spend time with him tonight.

Fine. I wish you
could, but I understand.

Hey, I gotta get going.

My dad's on his way
over to pick me up. Bye.

Bye.

(sighs)

What's this?

A bottle of our
finest champagne.

From whom?

I called ahead.

That's so sweet.

Oh, I'm not drinking
anything tonight.

Are you sure?

We're celebrating, remember?

I remember.

I'm not in the mood.

Your waitress will be
with you in just a moment.

Are you sure you don't want any?

Maybe I shouldn't
have any, either.

No, enjoy yourself.

Just because I'm not having
any, doesn't mean you can't.

We're celebrating, right?

Here's to us.

Aw.

Here you go, guys.

I brought dinner up for you.

Thank you.

Where's Sam?

Next door. Next door?

In Simon's room.

I brought some dinner
up for you and David.

I don't want to eat with him.

Well, that's not very nice.

David's not very nice.

I'm moving into this room.

It's actually pretty good.

Thanks.

It would be better if it
had mushrooms in it.

Yeah, I promise next time
I'll remember the mushrooms.

It could also use
some more salt.

Here, I'll get it.

I can do it. I can do it.

(sighs)

What is "Marie

Antoinette X-I-I"?

Hey, don't drop that.

(sighs)

Is this more booze?

It's not booze, it's cognac.

This belonged to my father.

Well, I mean
it's alcohol, but...

You know what to do.

You want me to dump this out?

Do you have any idea
how much this costs?

How would I know
how much that costs?

Good point.

Well. I'll let you know
it's quite expensive.

And even if it wasn't...

I still couldn't dump it out.

Why not? My father
gave this to me.

I thought you hated your father.

Well, I did, but
now that he's gone...

I can't anymore.

This meant a lot to him.

This means a lot to me.

It means a lot to me that
there is no alcohol in this house.

You're in a difficult spot here.

Any choice you make is gonna
have a real impact on decisions

you'll have to
make in the future.

You should consider that
before acting too hastily.

Please tell us what you think.

Um...

really, this is something
that the two of you

should decide for yourselves.

I, I don't even know what I'd do

if I were in your position.

You can level with us.

Which do you prefer,

cream or the brown?

I don't know.

Annie's better
at this than I am.

Hmm?

I've already told
them what I thought.

What are your ideas?

MRS. JOHNSON: Keith thinks
we we should keep it a basic cream,

to lighten up the room.

I think we should
do the walls in brown

to highlight our artwork.

Well... MR. JOHNSON:
If we go brown,

we will need to
re-cover the furniture.

Good. I never
liked this pattern.

We really need another
unbiased opinion.

What do you think?

Brown? Yeah.

Good. See, I told you.

(sighs) I'll think about it.

Now we have to
show you the bedroom.

We have no idea
what to do in there.

Well... Well...

Here we go. (chuckling)

Okay.

What's wrong?

Why does something
have to be wrong?

Very funny.

You've barely said a
word since we got here.

I've been thinking about
what you said earlier.

Oh, that? Forget
about that, okay?

We don't need to
worry about that now.

You know what, you're right.

You are going to
be going to college.

Maybe around here, maybe not.

But even if you do go
to school around here,

chances are, I won't
be here anymore.

Maybe we should
cool things off a little.

That's not what I meant.

I care about you.

And it's not going to
matter if I go to school

in Seattle or Denver or Glenoak,

I still want you to
be a part of my life.

And if your dad gets stationed

in wherever they
have marine bases,

I hope you would still want
me to be a part of your life, too.

We should think
about this, then.

There's no point getting
too serious about each other

when we don't even know
if we have a future together.

What?

I love you.

I mean it. I do love you.

I know you love me.

You're just not great at
showing this side of you in public.

When we're
together, it seems like

we're the only two
people in the world.

Maybe you don't need
any more champagne.

I only had the one glass.

Are you sure you
didn't sneak any

while I was away
in the restroom?

Of course, I'm sure.

Are you sure you
don't want some?

I'm fine with water.

I'm sorry you feel you
need to ply me with alcohol

to celebrate our anniversary.

It's not that.

What is it, then?

This is a $
bottle of champagne.

Really, you spent $
on a bottle of champagne?!

Actually, since
you're not having any,

I'm just having the one glass.

I spent $ on a
glass of champagne.

Well, I hope you enjoy it.

Maybe you should
wait to move everything

until you decide for sure

this is really what
you want to do.

I know for sure.

You can't move in here.
This is Simon's room.

Simon doesn't live here anymore.

But it's still his room.

It's mine now.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hi, Ruthie, it's Paris.

How's the babysitting going?

Um, fine, so far.

Oh, great.

I knew you two were up to it.

Could you put
Peter on the phone?

Peter's not here.

Oh, he's not there?
What do you mean?

Just that, he's not here.

Peter told me he was
going to help you babysit.

Well, he told me he was doing
something with Vic tonight.

No, he's not.

Well, that's what he told me.

I just got off the
phone with Vic.

He's on his way down here.

He's not planning to
see Peter until tomorrow.

Then where is Peter?

(sighs)

I don't know.

We want this entryway
to explode with color

and be a sort of of focal
point for the entire house.

The color scheme should
contain as many common elements

as other rooms to tie
everything together,

but still be unique
enough to stand on its own.

So what do you think?

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Okay, we can't decide
between green or blue.

Blue.

Green.

Excuse me Reverend,
the phone's for you.

Oh.

They can't decide either,
but Annie said green.

Oh, I knew it.

What's going on? Peter told
me he couldn't come over tonight

because he was
spending time with Vic,

but Vic's not even in town yet.

So where's Peter?

Well, no one knows.

Paris called looking for him,

because he told her he was
helping me babysit tonight.

Ah, we'll be, we'll be
home in a few minutes,

so you should call Lucy
and Kevin and ask them

to meet us there, too.

But it's their anniversary.

They'll understand.

Uh, check on the boys.

Make sure they're okay.
We'll, we'll see you soon.

Thanks, Dad.

(phone beeps off) (sighs)

I'm sorry. There's
a problem at home.

Annie and I have to leave.

Oh... Oh...

Is everything okay?

Yeah, it will be.

And thanks for a
wonderful evening.

Really, your home is beautiful,

and we can show ourselves out.

Oh...

Bye.

MRS. JOHNSON: Bye.

(hushed): Great thinking
coming up with that phony excuse.

I didn't. Is there something
wrong with the boys?

Peter's missing.

Just try one glass.

No!

It's $ .

Stop pressuring me to drink.

I'm not pressuring you.

What about tomorrow?

It'll probably go
bad by tomorrow.

I mean tomorrow, the future.

I'll have a glass of champagne

if you agree to talk
about the future.

I'm not going to
bribe you to drink.

It's not a bribe, it's a trade.

(phone rings)

It's your house.

Hello?

Hi, Ruthie.

We're kind of in the middle
of something right now.

What?

We're on the way.

Actually, I won't tell
Kevin to drive fast,

but I'll get us there
as soon as possible.

We need to get the check.

The only drink I've
taken from it is the one

that I had right after
his funeral, but...

this bottle is how
I remember him.

It's also how I remember
not to be like him.

I understand.

But what I don't understand
is now that you told me

why it's so important to
you to keep that bottle,

you've never once asked
me why it's so important to me

that you don't keep that bottle.

Good night. I'm going to bed.

It makes me sad to
see my brothers fighting.

I want you and Sam to make up.

We made up.

Yeah, we're friends again.

Well, that's great.

Now you don't have
to move in here,

in Simon's room.

I'm still moving.

Well, don't you want
to live with David

now that you've made up?

I'm moving in here, too.

Well, there's only one bed.

It's a big bed.

Big enough for both of us.

I don't have time
to worry about this.

Have fun moving.

We will.

Any word on Peter?

I'm gonna call Paris.

How are the boys? Are
they getting ready for bed?

Basically. (dialing)

Paris, it's Eric.

Have you heard from Peter?

No. All I know is that
he, he's not at your house

where he told me he would be,

and he's not with Vic where
he told Ruthie he would be.

Have you talked to Vic,
told him the situation?

Vic just called
me from his motel

to tell me he
made it here, but...

no, I-I-I didn't tell
him about Peter.

Why not? I'm just
not sure Vic's ready

to deal with this much
parental responsibility.

You know, Peter
is Vic's son, too.

I think he's earned the
right to a little responsibility.

(sighs)

Still no Peter? No.

I'm gonna go out
and look for him.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

Ah, you should just
stay close to home

in case he comes back

and, uh, why don't
you give Vic a call?

Tell him to be
ready in ten minutes.

Kevin and I will swing by
his motel and pick him up.

(sighs)

Trust me.

Okay... okay, I'll call him.

And don't worry,
we'll find Peter.

(sighs)

The rest of you should just
stay here in case he shows up.

Let's go.

Good luck.

Have you had anything to drink?

Just $ -worth.

I'll drive.

What'd you think?

About the movie?

I don't know. I wasn't
paying attention.

Me, neither.

I couldn't concentrate
on the movie.

I couldn't stop thinking
about what you said

and what I wanted to say.

I thought you didn't
want to talk about it.

I thought wrong.

Let's just lay our
cards on the table

and be honest with each other.

Your going to college scares me.

Not that honest.

When you go to college,

you're going to be
in a new environment:

new people, new friends,
more parties, more alcohol.

What, you think I'm
gonna go to college

and become an alcoholic?

No, not that...

but I've been to a
few parties with you.

Parties where your
friends were drinking.

Is that why you didn't want to
go out with my friends tonight?

They drink, so
what? I don't drink.

I know.

And they only drink beer.

They're very
responsible with alcohol.

Are they?

It's illegal to drink beer

if you're underage.

If you're doing
something illegal,

you're doing
something irresponsible.

I'm a responsible person.

I don't want to be
around illegal activity.

Why didn't you just say
that's why you didn't want

to go out with them instead of
getting into this huge argument

about my going away to school?

You're the one
that brought that up.

Did I?

Yeah.

But why didn't you say anything

about my friends drinking
when you were around them?

Because they're and I'm ,

and I didn't want you to think
I'm too young to understand it.

I understand it.

I don't like it.

But I love you.

I love you, too.

I don't know what I
would have done this year

if it hadn't been for you.

I'm not ready to give that up.

Can you trust me enough
to not give up, either?

Of course.

Not that this isn't
fun and everything,

but don't you think
we're wasting our time?

What do you mean?

I doubt we're gonna find him.

It's Glenoak. We'll find him.

If it were up to me,

I'd just wait until he gets
home and let Paris chew him out

for lying to her.

By the way, thanks for sticking
me in the car with this guy.

There's nothing I like
more than spending time

with somebody
who's been drinking.

I told you I only had
one glass of champagne.

I can smell it on you.

Can we just deal with the
task at hand and find Peter?

Peter's fine. He's
probably been hanging out

with some of his friends,

doing things he
shouldn't be doing.

All kids his age
do it. I did it.

All right, bad example.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Paris is worried about him,
so now I'm worried about him.

Peter!

Oh, no.

Who is that?

My dad, Reverend Camden

and Ruthie's
brother-in-law... who's a cop.

Oh.

Peter, what are you doing here?

I'm just hanging out
with some friends.

Your mother had no
idea where you were.

She's been worried
sick about you.

Sorry.

Do your parents
know where you are?

I'm sure they do.

There's nothing wrong
with being in a park, is there?

Come on, Peter, let's go.

What's the holdup?!

Peter...

You've been drinking?

VIC: I can't believe
he was drinking.

Of all the stupid things
he could be doing,

why was he drinking?
This must be hard on you.

You have no idea.

When Paris gets here,
that kid's gonna get it.

Why don't you say
something to him? Me?

Yeah. You're his
father, aren't you?

You think my being around
here these past couple months

gives me the right lecture
him about anything?

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I, I think you're
more than qualified

to talk to him about this.

I can't. I'll probably just
end up yelling at him.

In this case,

that might be exactly
what he needs.

Just so you know, it's okay

for Peter to see his father
angry... justifiably angry.

You're human, and...
and you're sober...

you've been sober
for three years.

Go for it.

I called Roxanne.

She's on her way here

to pick up the other guys.

Why don't we take them
home and talk to their parents?

I'm not sure if I
should like this.

What do you mean?

Oh.

Why don't you take
Mr. Top Shelf home?

I'll wait here for
Paris and Roxanne.

Maybe I'll even think of
something to say to Peter

without yelling at him.

Another fine choice.

Once you gave me permission,

the urge to yell
just kind of left me.

You're a good man.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Okay, I guess we can talk.

I'm sorry I didn't ask
about your feelings.

I should've, but I didn't.

I have to learn that I'm not
the only one that's affected

by my own actions
and decisions anymore.

You want to tell me about it?

It's my mom.

Drinking wasn't her problem,

but I bet she did
her share of that.

She was into other stuff.

She was never in control.

She made bad choices.
She ruined her life.

She could have ruined mine.

I don't remember much about her.

Grandma told me some things.

I'm sure reality is
worse than her version.

My mom's not around.

She'll never be around,
I'll never know her.

I'm sorry. I should've
thought about that.

Yeah, you should have.

You've told me
about your brother.

I thought you'd feel the
same way about things

that make it easy for a
person to lose control.

I like you, Chandler.

I think you're a good person,

I'm just surprised
you need alcohol

to remember you're
a good person.

Now, if you will excuse
me, I'm really tired.

Have they called?

They should be almost home.

Did they find Peter?

Is he okay?

Ruthie, Peter was out with a
couple of other boys tonight.

They were drinking.

What?!

That's why he
lied to me, to drink?

I'm sorry.

That's crazy.

Peter would never do that.

I don't believe it.

(clearing throat)

I was just... leaving.

Ah.

Good night.

How was the game?

Uh, we won.

That's great. How was the movie?

Uh, I'm not sure.

We're going to go
see it again tomorrow.

This time we'll, uh,
we'll pay attention.

Good night.

Peter was really drinking?

If I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes,

I wouldn't have believed it.

Does Ruthie know?

I told her. She
didn't take it well.

Yeah, I didn't, either.

Me, neither.

Peter drinking?

You'd think having
a dad like Vic

would have taught
Peter something.

You should have seen
Vic. I really feel for him.

Peter? Vic.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Lucy, it's Roxanne.

I just wanted to let Kevin know

that the other
boys made it home.

How'd their parent take it?

I'm not sure they're ever
be allowed to leave again.

I imagine we've seen the
end of Peter for a while, too.

So how was the anniversary?

Really romantic. Great.

Well, I have to go. You can
tell me all about it on pizza night.

(phone beeps off)

What?

I was thinking about tomorrow.

What's happening tomorrow?

Tomorrow, the future.

Why, Mr. Kinkirk what in
the world has gotten into you?

You mean other than a
$ glass of champagne,

which wasn't
worth it by the way.

We really can talk
about the future

if that's what you want to do.

Sometime... but not tonight.

No? No.

Let's just make
tonight about tonight.

Happy Anniversary, Mr. Kinkirk.

Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Kinkirk.

Good night, boys.

BOYS: Good night, Mommy.

What are you doing in here?

This is our room.

We live here now.

SAM: Good night, Mommy.

We love you.

I love you, too. (chuckles)

I'm sorry.

Are you sorry you lied to me,

are you sorry you drank or
are you sorry you got caught?

(sighs)

Okay, we will deal with the
fact that you lied to me later,

but why in the world
were you drinking?

I don't know. I
just had a little bit.

It's no big deal.

Excuse me, young
man, it is a very big deal.

All the other guys... It was...

Don't even think of saying all
the other guys were doing it.

You're not all the other guys.

You are my son. You
are my -year-old son.

I wish I could hold on
to some of the anger I felt

when I saw you with
your little buddies,

'cause it might help
me to stop from crying.

I was when I
had my first drink.

Tonight was the first
time I even tried beer.

And I didn't even
like the taste.

I didn't, either, at first.

I was .

You just turned .

Gives you a year
and a half on me.

At this pace, you'll be sleeping

through your mid-terms by .

Waking up in strange places,

not knowing how
you got there by ,

dropping out of college by ,

throwing up before
breakfast by ,

spending a night
or two in jail by ,

embarrassing your wife
on a daily basis by ,

crashing your father-in-law's
car into a ditch by ,

spending more time
with your drinking buddies

than you do with
your own son by .

And when you're

and you get the divorce papers

from your wife's lawyer,

you'll have just about
nine years more than I did

to start hating yourself.

Then somewhere down the line,

you realize how
much you've lost,

how many people you've let down

and how much your son,
who you haven't seen in years,

really means to you.

And then maybe, just maybe,

you'll be able to turn your
life around before I did, too.

Don't be like me.

(voice breaking): Not a
day goes by that I don't wish

I hadn't taken that first drink.

Most people can handle it,
some people can't, I couldn't.

Chances are, you
won't be able to, either.

It's gonna be harder
for you because of me.

I saddled you with
a lousy situation.

But you won't have to quit
drinking if you don't start.

PARIS: Okay...

We aren't anywhere
close to finish with this yet.

Right now you need to go to bed
and think about what we've said.

We're gonna sit down and
talk about this again tomorrow

and the day after that
and the day after that.

Do you understand?

Hey, kiddo.

I know you're upset.

Imagine you're confused,

but, uh...

if you need me I'm here for you.

Why did Peter do
something so stupid?

I don't know.

I wish I could give
you an easy answer

why Peter did
what he did tonight,

but sometimes there
are no easy answers.

And sometimes people you
love do things we can't understand

and things that are
so out of character

that they don't seem like
the same person anymore.

I hope Peter sees that what
he did tonight was wrong

and potentially very dangerous.

He needs our love and support
now, more than ever 'cause

without that, he may never
realize what he has to lose

by doing this again,

and Peter has a lot to
lose if he continues drinking.

See, children of alcoholics

are four times more likely to
become alcoholics themselves

than children of non-alcoholics.

Some of that is
because of genetics

and some of it is because of the
environment they were raised in.

The temptation to drink is
probably greater for Peter

because his dad's an alcoholic.

(sighs) So, Peter's gonna
need all the help he can get

to make sure that
doesn't happen to him.

Help from his family
and from his friends...

from you.

How's it going?

We were just trying to figure
out how we can help Peter.

You still angry with him?

A little.

But I'm... mostly I'm
scared and worried and sad.

How are the boys?

They're in bed.

Not their own beds,
but they're in bed.

Nothing we can't
fix in the morning.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Reverend Camden, it's Peter.

Can I talk to Ruthie.

Hi, Peter.

You want to take this?

Hello.

My parents gave me one minute

before they put me on
restriction to apologize to you,

but I don't know
how to begin to do it.

Well, you can say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I was drinking,
I'm sorry I lied to you.

Why did you do it?

I don't know, I...

There's no explanation.

You scared me.

We didn't know where you were.

We thought something
happened to you,

that you were hurt, in trouble.

And then I found
out you were drinking,

and now I'm always
going to be scared for you.

That changes things
between you and me.

I wish it didn't, but it does.

I still want you to
be my boyfriend.

I still love you, Peter,

but now I'm always going
to look at you differently.

Wondering if it's the
only time you'll drink.

I'll never do it
again, I promise.

My dad told me there's
this place I can go

that's like AA, only it's for
teenagers who have parents

that had or have
drinking problems.

It's called Alateen.

I'm gonna give it a sh*t.

I mean, I have no intention
of ever drinking again,

but I think I scared
myself tonight.

That's good, Peter.
That's really good.

And if you need a hand
to hold, I'll be here for you.

Thanks, Ruthie.

(sighs)