08x13 - Major League

Episode transcripts for the TV show "7th Heaven". Aired: August 26, 1996 – May 13, 2007.*
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Eric Camden is a reverend, husband and the father of numerous children who faces everyday challenges of raising a family during permissive times.
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08x13 - Major League

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So this is the kitchen.

I know.

I've been in the kitchen before.

Yes, but now it's your kitchen.

At least until your aunt
returns from New York

or your father
gets back from Iraq.

So if there's anything that
you want that we don't have,

I'll get it for you.

I'm easy. I eat anything.

But thanks.

ERIC: Okay.

Moving on.

And of course

this is the living room.

Yeah, I know.

Okay. Look, I know
where the kitchen is.

I know this is the living room

and the dining
room's over there.

And that's the foyer
next to the staircase

that leads to
everyone's bedrooms.

I know where the bathroom is.

I don't know why
a house this big

and with this many people
only has one bathroom.

But I do know where it is.

Actually there are
three bathrooms.

Eric and I have our own.

And there's one in the attic.

That I didn't know.

I'm okay.

You'll hardly even
notice I'm here really.

You don't have to go
to any trouble for me.

And you don't have to
make me feel at home

because you already have,
from the moment you met me.

So, where am I sleeping?

I'd really like to get unpacked.

I've got baseball
practice in an hour.

Oh, sure.

Welcome to the house of Camden.

Thanks. Am I
supposed to treat you

like a brother or a boarder?

Uh, what's the difference?

I tend to be easier
on the boarders.

MARTIN: How
about just treating me

exactly the way you were
treating me before I moved in?

Done.

Which room will you be taking?

Matt's old room.

Ah,

the Hello Kitty suite.

Excellent choice.

I think you'll be very
comfortable in there.

Thank you.

I can take it from here.

This is going to
work out just fine.

Are you asking me or telling me?

I'm... not sure.

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)

Good job.

You got him.

Okay, guys, water break.

Who's that guy talking to Coach?

Maybe it's a coach from
another school checking us out.

No, this is off-season.

We're just training
to keep in shape.

It's too early for
the competition

to be checking us out.

He's a scout.

Tim Beemer told me

he heard the coach talking
on the phone last night

with a scout saying he
wanted to watch us practice.

So, who's he
scouting? I don't know.

But he's definitely
scouting someone.

It must be one of the seniors.

Okay, everybody, that's it
for today. Hit the showers!

Come on.

I've been waiting for you.

I was walking Happy. What's up?

We're invited.

To?

Suzanne Rogers
party tomorrow night.

So?

It's a couples party.

It's a big deal.

Everyone in school
is talking about it.

Don't you want to go?

I was just fooling around.

Of course I want to go.

Suzanne's parties are legendary.

This is going to be so cool.

My mom already gave
me permission to go.

Of course I told her

that your mom had already
given you permission.

Which won't be a lie

when she does
give you permission.

What?

My parents don't know Suzanne.

Or her parents.

So?

So they have these rules.

And the rule for parties
is that they have to know

the friend throwing the
party, or the parent in charge.

So you mean they might say no?

But this is a couples party.

I can't go alone.

Then again if my mom
finds out that you can't go,

she probably won't
let me go either.

Can't you just

ask your parents to
bend the rules this once?

You know, my mom doesn't bend.

Does this mean we're not going?

No, we're going.

We're just going
to need some help.

Martin seems to be settling in.

I'm not settling in.

I could tell.

You want to talk?

Don't get me wrong... I
love Martin, you know.

I'm glad that we could
help him and his family.

I'm glad he's here.

He's a great kid.

Sweet, polite, well-mannered.

And your problem?

Well I... I don't know
how to treat him.

Treat him just like you were
treating him before he moved in.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

He's under our roof now,
he's our responsibility.

I can't treat him like a kid who came
to dinner and stayed three months.

Robbie lived
with us for a while.

Robbie was a grown
man when he moved in.

You know Martin's .

He's a child,

but he's not our child.

So do I treat him like my child?

And if that's not appropriate

then how am I
supposed to treat him?

I can tell my kids what to do.

Tell them what to eat, tell
them to clean up their rooms,

do their homework, chores.

I can get on them
if they're being lazy

or if they're saying or doing
something that they shouldn't.

How does Martin fit into that?

I really think you're
making more of all this

than you need to.

Martin isn't going to
cause us any trouble.

You're not going to
need to reprimand him.

And he's cleaner than we are.

You can't be that naive.

He's a kid... he's
supposed to cause trouble.

That's his job, causing trouble.

That's how kids learn,
you know, making mistakes.

Okay look, why
don't we just treat him

the way we've been treating him,

and if a parenting
situation arises

and we feel we
need to intervene,

we'll do so on a
case-by-case basis.

Let's not borrow trouble.

We have just volunteered
to temporarily parent

someone else's child.

We're not borrowing trouble.

Trouble is coming,

whether you want
to admit it or not.

You didn't record these
in the checkbook register.

Oops.

Oops isn't going to work

when one of us bounces a check

because you forgot to
balance the checkbook.

I'll try harder.

But does it really matter?

Don't we have enough
money in our account

to cover any bounced checks?

Yeah, we have money,

but if we don't keep
track of our money,

eventually we won't
have any to bounce.

I'm serious. I know.

And you're so cute
when you're serious.

You need to start taking a
more active role in our finances.

Okay, okay. Give me
the checkbook. Why?

Well, I may have forgotten
a few entries from today.

That may work with me,

but not with the bank.

Are you sure about that?

(footsteps approaching)

Am I interrupting anything?

No.

I need a favor.

I need you to talk to
Mom and Dad for me.

About?

There's this party
I want to go to.

And?

And Mom and Dad don't
know the parents, or the girl.

I'm afraid they'll say no and I
really want to go to this party.

It's a pretty big deal.

The whole school will be there.

It's a couples thing.

And if I can't go,
Peter won't want to go.

I'll talk to Mom.

I'm sure we can
find a compromise

that makes her happy and
allows you to go to the party.

Really?

Don't worry.

Thanks. I owe you.

Lucy...

Yes?

Did you tell Ruthie she
could go to that party?

No.

I think you did.

Well, I'm sure I can get
Mom to let Ruthie go.

She might want
to call the parents,

or drop Ruthie off so
she can meet them, but...

it'll all work out.

I wouldn't get in
the middle of it.

But... what do I know?

I'm the idiot who thinks you
should balance the checkbook.

Where have you been?

You've been gone for hours.

It's a surprise.

For you.

A surprise?

A big surprise.

Want to know what it is?

Then it wouldn't be a surprise.

Oh.

Want to guess what it is?

No, I want to be surprised.

Have you washed up for dinner?

Are you staying?

Thanks. I'll get the boys
ready for you. (doorbell ringing)

Is there something wrong? Yeah.

My father made me the
executor of his estate.

And that's wrong?

My father hated me.

I don't think so.

Well, if what he
felt for me was love,

let's just say I'm glad I
never experienced hate.

Look, your father loved you
and he obviously trusted you,

or he wouldn't have put
you in charge of his estate.

No, no, no, that's not
why he put me in charge.

He put me in charge
as a way of saying, "Ha!

I'm dead, but I can still
make you miserable."

Well, I guess you could,

you could refuse
to be the executor.

No, no, no, see he
knows I won't do that.

He knows that I'm way
too responsible for that.

He knows that by
putting me in this position,

that I'm going to be tortured
until the day that I die.

And that, I'm sure,
allows him to rest in peace.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Then why are you here?

I have no idea.

Would you like
to stay for dinner?

Yeah, okay.

(knocking)

Coach, you said you
wanted to see me?

The assistant coach told
me you were still here.

Yeah, I ran an extra five miles

and then hit the weight
room after practice.

There's someone here
who wants to meet you.

Martin, this is Lee Olsen.

He's a scout with
the Miami Gators.

Nice to meet you.

They're a great team.

Almost went to
the series last year.

Would you like to play for them?

Would you like to be a Gator?

Martin?

I... thought you were
scouting one of the seniors.

No, son,

I'm here for you.

I guess I won't ask if you
slept well the first night.

But I think I will ask
why you missed dinner

and got home so late.

I told you, I was with my coach.

Okay. I wasn't going to tell you

until after I got
ahold of my dad,

since I think he should
be the first to know.

But he hasn't e-mailed me back,

and I have to tell someone.

The Miami Gators...

want me to play
baseball for them.

Wow.

The Gators are a
professional baseball team.

And you're only .

And -year-olds don't
play professional baseball.

I know. I won't start
playing for them until I'm .

Well, I mean, if I can test
out of high school early.

And they're able to
petition the commissioner,

I may be able to
start when I'm ...

If... if I play well in the
farm league they put me in.

Farm league? See,
after they draft me,

they're going to start me out
with one of their farm teams.

And they'll pay me a salary

and pay for a tutor,
so I can get my GED.

They'll pay for my
room and board.

And when I'm old
enough, they'll bring me up

to play in the majors for them.

Of course I'll have
to get a contract,

and my dad will have to help
me get a lawyer and an agent,

but they want me.

I'm so happy. I mean,
this is my dream,

like, the only
dream I've ever had.

Well, it's a... it's
a great dream.

But you're only .

Yeah, but soon I'll
be and then ,

and then I'll be a
professional baseball player

for a major league team.

So what are you going to do?

What do you mean?

Well, this is what
they're offering you,

but what, what are
you going to do?

I'm going to play ball.

What about school?

I told you.

They're going to pay for tutors.

I might even test out
of high school early.

What about college? Yeah.

Look, if they want you now,

they'll still want you
after you finish college.

Look, I didn't tell you this

so we could discuss it.

I told you because I thought
you'd be happy for me.

I've made up my
mind. No offence, but...

you guys don't really get
a say in how I live my life.

(door closes)

So what is our role here?

Substitute parents, friends
or concerned neighbors?

(sighing) All of the above.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Chandler.

How are you doing?

Fine. Why do you ask?

No reason.

I heard about you and Paris.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you heard.

Paris and I are friends.

Okay.

It's just that you
seem a tad tense.

(sighing) It's my family.

Is something wrong? Yeah.

My... my father made me
the executor of his estate.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me. (phone beeps on)

Hello?

Hello, Mother.

No, I haven't
changed my mind yet.

No, I am not abusing my power.

And don't call me a tyrant!

Because it hurts my feelings.

Yes, I-I know
Napoleon was a tyrant.

He was also short. He
was a very bad man.

That's why when you call me
Napoleon, it hurts my feelings!

Look, I am just doing
what Dad asked me to do.

It is my job to
execute his wishes

as dictated by the
last will and testament

and I'm going to do that job
even if it makes you upset.

Hello?

Hello? (growling)

She hung up again!

That's the th phone
call since last night.

And my brother Sid
is, is back in rehab.

Well, actually,
he's out... again.

Sorry to hear about that.

Sid wants his inheritance, too,

but my father's wishes
specifically state that

he wants me to be in
charge of Sid's money.

And your mother?

My father left me in charge of
the estate because my mother

never showed any
interest in his business.

Plus, he knew whatever money
she got, she would share with Sid.

So, basically, this family
nightmare is, is payback.

Payback for what?

Being born, I think.

(phone ringing)

We should get going.

(phone beeps on) Hello?

No, Mother.

Yes, Mother.

Stop calling me that!

You boys are
ready, I can feel it.

I don't know if I could feel it.

All I feel is afraid.

Yeah, I feel that, too.

Really?

I know you guys can do it.

You almost did it yesterday.

You just need to
believe you can do it.

And then strike out and boldly
go where you haven't gone before.

But what if we fall down?

Yeah, we might get hurt.

Well, you have on the
proper safety equipment.

But, if you fall
down, I'll help you,

and you'll get right
back up and try it again.

I wouldn't be pushing you if
I didn't think you could do it.

So... what do you say?

I want to be bold.

I want to not fall down.

Let's see if we can do both.

And then later, we'll
go surprise your mom.

We could just jump
out of the closet.

Yeah, that would surprise her.

Different kind of surprise.

This surprise is more of a...

"Wow, look at me,
Mom, I'm a big boy."

You guys said you
wanted to do this.

If you've changed
your mind, that's okay.

We don't have to.

Let's ride!

Mom!

Chandler.

What, no kiss for your mother?

Uh...

Of course.

So...

this is where you
talk to the Lord, huh?

Good for you.

Give me my money.

And give Sid his money.

Don't let your father rule
over us from the grave.

It's not fair.

Mom...

Chandler, honey,
give me my money.

What are you doing here?

I came to get my money.

I just talked to you.

Yeah, it's called a cell phone.

I was calling from a hotel.

I flew in last night

after your father's
lawyer lowered the boom.

Ouch.

Give me my money.

I can't.

Don't make your mother

stay another night
in that dumpy hotel.

There's not even a concierge.

And the sheets...
thread count.

It's like sleeping
on shards of glass.

Oh... and no mini-bar.

And to add insult to injury, I
had to carry my own luggage.

Do you know the last time I
had to carry my own luggage?

Try never.

Please, give Sid
and me our money,

so I can fly back to New York
where civilized people live.

You want me to give Sid,

who just got out of rehab,
access to millions of dollars?

There's that much money?

Don't play innocent with me.

You never had any
interest in Dad's business,

but we both know you had
a lot of interest in the money

from Dad's business.

Is that so wrong?

No, but giving a million dollars
to a recovering alcoholic is.

And that's why Dad
put me in charge.

No, no, no, no, no, that is
not why he put you in charge.

His putting you in charge
was his way of saying "Ha!

I'm dead, I can still
make you miserable."

I know it, you know
it, everybody knows it.

And Sid only fell off the
wagon after your father d*ed.

So, please, show
a little sympathy.

No, he didn't.

After the will was read?

Sid started drinking
before Dad d*ed.

Actually, I don't think
Sid ever stopped drinking.

Well, I'm not recovering
from anything...

except a night on the worst
mattress I've ever slept on.

Dad put me in charge
because he knew

that if you were in control,

you'd burn through the
money and ruin a business

that he spent a
lifetime building.

And you'd give
some money to Sid,

which he'd more than likely
spend on dr*gs and alcohol.

Don't force my hand, Chandler.

What is that supposed
to mean? It means

I didn't come to this
godforsaken city for a vacation.

I came to get my money,

and I'm not leaving
here without it.

And I'll do whatever I have to.

That's... what that means.

Will you stop worrying?

It's going to be okay.

You're going to that
party tonight, trust me.

Party? What party?

Ruthie?

Mom, Ruthie got invited

to this cool couples party,

and I told her that I'm sure
we can work something out,

so she could go.

We?

Yeah. You, me and Ruthie.

It's just a party.

I think if that were true,

Lucy wouldn't be
in the middle of it,

and you would have
told me about it earlier.

Mom...

Whose party?

Suzanne Rogers.

And who is Suzanne Rogers?

Have I ever met
her parents or her?

Couldn't you drop Ruthie off?

And then you would
meet her parents

and then you'd know them,

and then Ruthie
could go to the party,

then everyone's happy, right?

Drop me off?

And totally embarrass
me? No way.

Well, don't worry, you know,
I won't be embarrassing you

because I'm not going
to let you go to the party,

because you didn't go
about this in the right way.

And neither did you.

What are you doing in
the middle of this, Lucy?

I don't know, but I am.

And I'm sure if we all try,

there has to be a compromise
that will make everyone happy.

There's that "we" again.

What we?

Paris is letting Peter go.

And why is that?

Is there anything you want
to tell me before I call Paris

and find out why she's
letting Peter go to this party?

Mom, please, this is my fault.

Lucy, I think you should go.

But... Go.

This doesn't concern you.

(sighs)

(exhales sharply)

You're practicing on a Saturday.

You are beyond dedicated.

Well... I'm going to be
playing in the majors.

I don't want to embarrass you.

Ah, you could
never embarrass me.

I thought I'd go over
to the batting cages

and hit some
balls before dinner.

Want to come?

Martin, we have to talk.

There's a problem.

Reverend Camden
came to see me today.

Hi.

The coach called me and
told me where I could find you.

He thought you were upset
when you left his office.

I know you're angry
with me, but can we talk?

No.

Please?

You're not my father.

I know.

You're not even related to me.

I know, but you're
living in my house

and you're under my care,

and I do care about you,

which is why I went
and talked to your coach.

You're not trying
to take care of me.

You're trying to mess up
the chance of a lifetime.

You're trying to
mess up something

I worked my whole life for.

If this is your idea
of looking after me,

no offense, but you stink at it.

Oh, and explain something to me.

When I lived yards
away and across the street,

you didn't feel all this
fatherly interference for me.

But now that I'm closer,
you do? Honestly?

I felt this...

fatherly interference
for you the day I met you.

I don't need you.

I don't need anybody!

Well, I need my
father, but he's not here.

So I've had to learn how

to live without a father.

And unfortunately,
I've also had to learn

how to live without a mother.

Basically, I know how
to take care of myself.

I may seem to you,

but trust me, I'm a
lot older on the inside.

What does your father think?

You haven't e-mailed

your dad yet have you?

'Cause you know he's going
to say exactly what I'm saying.

Stay here, finish high
school, go to college,

and then play pro ball.

You can't stop me, and
neither can my father.

I'm doing this. The scout
told me I just had to have

my legal guardian sign off,

and thanks to the w*r
in Iraq, that's my aunt,

and she thinks this
is a great opportunity.

You're making a mistake.

No, but you did.

I told you not to
get in the middle.

Ruthie needed me.

And you let that
cloud your judgment.

Excuse me?

Ruthie is your sister, but
she's your mother's daughter.

How would you feel if you
were in your mother's position

and one of our children
did what you did?

You are so wrong about this.

No, I'm right and you're wrong.

And that's why you should
apologize to your mother.

Why did I marry you again?

Because I love you and you
love me and sometimes that means

one of us has to tell the other
when we've stepped over a line

and done something wrong.

Hey. I was on my way
over to the Camdens

and I thought I'd say hi.

Hi.

Are you okay?

No.

Reverend Camden
is trying to mess up

this baseball thing.

You know, I thought moving
in with the Camdens was going

to be a good
thing, but it's not.

Reverend Camden is
trying to be my father.

I have a father. I don't
need another one.

Do you agree with him?

You agree with him?

Maybe.

Why?!

Look, you are only .

What you're talking about
doing is big, really big.

Of all the people, I thought
you would understand.

I understand how much baseball

means to you.

I understand you want
baseball to be your life's work.

I understand that
this is something

you've worked
your entire life for.

What I don't understand is
why you have to do it now.

Why can't you
finish school here?

Why can't you go to college

and then play
professional baseball?


Simon left town early. And
Simon graduated high school early.

Simon was involved
in a fatal car accident.

He needed to get away.

Okay. So if I accidentally
k*lled some kid with my car,

you'd be okay with
me leaving town

to play professional baseball?

Sorry, that was out of line.

Yeah, it was. I care
about you, okay?

If I didn't, I wouldn't
say anything.

Reverend Camden cares, too.
That's why he's gotten involved.

He cares too much.
It's not his business!

Then I guess it's not
my business either.

I'm glad you could meet
with me on such short notice.

I consider Chandler
a part of my family.

So do I.

Well, Chandler is a part of
your family. He's your son.

Well, you know what I mean.

What can I do?

You can get Chandler to
give Sid and me our money.

I think it's more
complicated than that.

No, it's not.

Chandler is enjoying
this little power trip,

but enough is enough.

I've got to get back home,

and I'm not leaving
without my money.

I, I don't think Chandler
is enjoying this.

I think he wishes
that his father

had chosen someone
else to do this.

But since your
husband did choose him,

he wants to do what's right.

He wants to honor your
husband's wishes and execute

what is clearly stated
in your husband's will.

So, you're not going to
help me get my money?

I don't think I can.

You could try.

I'm sorry, but I
agree with Chandler.

You know, I think

what you and Chandler need
is, like, an unbiased third party

to help you both sort
through the emotional baggage

and clear the air.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time to
involve someone else.

I can give you a recommendation.

Oh, that's okay. I
have someone in mind.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Me?

I should have just
asked Mom myself.

Basically I'd get the
same result... I'm not going.

Can I speak with you... alone?

Why do I have to leave?

Because this is
none of your business.

I called Suzanne's parents.
You know what they said?

From the look on your face,
I don't think I want to know.

They said nothing. They're
out of town for the weekend.

They've left Suzanne's

-year-old sister in charge.

That's who I talked to.

She told me she
has a date for tonight.

So, basically, that means

that there will be no adult
supervision at this party.

So even if I wanted to allow
you to go, which I don't, I can't,

not under these
circumstances. Sorry.

I don't think you're sorry.

I'm not the enemy,
okay? I'm just the mom.

I also called Paris to
tell her what I'd found out

about the party, and
she was surprised.

Because apparently,
Peter had told

her that I had already
given you permission to go.

So that's why she gave
Peter permission to go.

He will not be going either.

So do you have anything
you want to say to me?

Like?

"I'm sorry"?

For...?

You know what for.

Look, the only thing
I'm sorry about is

that I'm not going
to the party tonight.

Well I'm sorry
that's how you feel.

(sighs) Not now, Lucy,
I'm really upset with you.

I'm upset with you.
It's just a party, Mom.

So you don't know Suzanne

or her parents.

Don't you remember what it
was like to be Ruthie's age?

We've had the same
rules in this house for years.

Not because I'm too
lazy to change them,

but because they've worked.

They worked for Matt, they
worked for Mary, for you,

for Simon, for Ruthie

and they'll work for the
boys when they get older.

Don't you care
about her feelings?

You're not being fair.

I went to parties where
you didn't know the parents,

and I turned out okay.

Do you know anything
about this party?

Suzanne's parents

are out of town.

And her -year-old sister,

who won't even be
home tonight, is in charge.

I suggest that if you want to
get into the middle of things

you get your facts straight.

But I think it would
even be better

if you didn't get
involved in things

that are none of your business.

And just for the record,

there may have been a party
here or there over the years

that you attended where I didn't
know the parent or the friend,

but if you think about
which parties those were,

I'll bet those were the parties
where something bad happened.

Kevin and I are moving out.

Consider this our -day notice.

Maybe I should

come back.

No.

I was just leaving... for good.

What's up?

The boys are ready to
show you their surprise.

Is this a good time?

I could use a good
surprise right about now.

What did you say to my mother?

What?

What did you say to my mother?

Just that I agree
with you about the will

and the way you're
handling your father's estate.

And that maybe you two needed

some counseling. Why?

My mother's suing me.

Mom, look at me.

Look at me.

Surprise!

I was talking the
boys on a bike ride,

and they kept commenting
on how everyone

just had two wheels
on their bikes.

And they wanted to
have just two wheels, too,

so I told them I
could teach them

to ride without
their training wheels.

And they got all excited

and said that they
wanted to surprise you.

So... surprise!

Are you surprised?

Is something wrong?

I need to speak to Eric alone.

That's okay.

I'm going to go buy some
aspirin and talk to my mother.

You couldn't leave
it alone, could you?

I just got an
e-mail from my dad.

And he's really upset!

He says he's not going to
let me play baseball early.

He e-mailed my aunt and
told her not to sign the papers.

He wants me to go to
college and then go pro.

You e-mailed my father,
without talking to me?

Who do you think you are, God?

I had to.

He had to know.

If I were in his position,
I would want to know.

You should have told him,
but since you didn't, I did.

Well, I hope you're happy.

I'm not... happy.

I'm just a dad.

Trying to help out another
dad who is very far away.

Well, I can tell you one thing.

I'm glad you're not my dad!

And I can't wait for my
real dad to get back here,

so I can get far away from you!

Mom, are you proud of us?

We didn't fall down.

I know you didn't.

They worked really hard.

I can tell.

I want to do it again.

Me, too.

Okay, but just in the backyard,

and you wear your helmets.

I'll be out in a little bit and
you can show me again.

Are you okay?

Did I do something wrong?

You taught them to ride a bike.

I've always taught my
kids to ride their bikes.

Matt, Mary, all of them.

It's kind of a mom thing.

At least it's this mom's thing.

I had no idea.

Some kid in the
neighborhood taught me.

I didn't know it
meant anything to you.

I know, and it was sweet
of you to help the boys.

Oh, I feel awful. Don't. You did

a nice thing.

I just wish I'd been there, too.

I can't undo what I've done,

but I'll make you a promise.

You can teach my kids
how to ride their bikes.

That's sweet.

I'll finish up these
dishes and start dinner.

What am I supposed to do?

Go outside and watch
your sons ride their bikes.

Thanks.

(knocking)

Okay, Mom, let's talk.

You want to talk, talk.

You really going to
go through with this?

You're going to sue
me over Dad's estate?

You could just give me my
money and Sid his money.

And then I'll drop
the whole thing.

I can't.

Why? You know your father
only did this just to t*rture you.

Just give us our
money. End the torment.

He may have made me

his executor to
drive us all crazy,

but I have never been one to
shy away from doing the right thing,

no matter how hard it is, ever.

And I'm not about to start now.

I never got along with Dad.

I-I know that he wasn't
that crazy about me.

But he put me in charge.

And I'm going to execute his
estate according to his wishes.

You can sue me if you want,

but I think you'll lose.

I know Sid will lose.

No probate judge is going
to give a guy with Sid's past

access to a pile of cash.

The judge is going to see
why Dad did what he did

and he's going
to uphold the will.

Here's your first payment
according to the will.

I know it's your money

to do with what you want, but...

please think twice before
you give money to Sid.

We both want him to get
back on his feet the right way.

Not back in rehab.

$ !

Is that all?

What, am I going
to live to be ?

What happens to Sid's money?

It goes into a trust.

And when I think
Sid can handle it,

I'll be happy to
give him access to it,

but I think we both know

that that's going to be
a long time from now.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, I won't sue you.

Hey, I took a sh*t.

When I get back to New
York, I'll call off the dogs.

Now help me with my bags.

I've got a car
waiting downstairs

to take me to the airport.

I love you, Mom.

And I love you.

We're not moving.

I don't want to move.

I like living here.

I like knowing that when I'm working
late at night your family is close by.

It means I don't have
to worry about you

and I can concentrate
on my job, which is good,

since my job involves
the use of a g*n.

I want to move.

For all the wrong reasons.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that you'd rather move

than apologize to your mom.

That's not true.

I think it's time for us to
get a place of our own.

Today it's time, but
yesterday it wasn't?

We're moving.

No, we're not.

Just apologize.

For? You know what you did.

You got in the middle.

You should have stayed out.

I can't apologize.

Why?

Because I don't like
being wrong, okay?

Well, tough. We're not moving.

So it's either apologize
or avoid your mother

for the rest of your life.

That's not a real choice

by the way.

You know you have to apologize.

And I want you to start taking

a more active role
in our finances.

I'm not your father.

I'm your husband
and you're my wife

and you should be
balancing the checkbook.

And you should be going with me

to meet with the
people at the bank.

You should know what's
going on, with our bank accounts

and our insurance
and our investments.

We have investments?

Why are you picking on me?

Because I love you.

Upset about the party?

Not exactly.

I just apologized to your mom

for using her name when I
lied to my mom about the party.

So if you're not upset

about the party, what
are you upset about?

I caused this huge fight
between Lucy and my mom.

And now Lucy is moving out

and it's all because I wanted
to go to some stupid party.

Is Eric around?

Hi.

No, he went down to the church.

He should be
back in a little while.

I just wanted to
come by and tell him

that I think I worked
everything out with my mother.

Oh, that's good.

They're riding bikes
with no training wheels.

Isn't it great?

They're growing up.

It's hard to think that someday
they may be taking care of me.

It's not easy being the parent
to your own parent, huh?

What I've learned
with my dad is...

to take it one day at a time.

If you ever want to talk,

I'm here.

I know what you're
going through.

A child one day,

a parent the next.

Helps to have
someone to talk to.

Thanks, Annie.

I'll tell Eric you stopped by.

Okay.

Okay, boys, it's time
to go in, get cleaned up.

I'll get the boys
ready for dinner.

And I'll get out of here
so you two can talk.

Good-bye.

Good night.

Mom, I'm sorry, for everything,

really.

Please don't blame Lucy for
getting in the middle of this.

I kind of asked her
to get in the middle.

Okay, not kind
of, I asked her to.

Apology accepted.

And please don't let
Kevin and Lucy move away.

I don't want them to leave.

We're not leaving.

Lucy asked if you could
come up to the apartment.

She wants to talk to you.

Hi.

Hi.

Kevin said you wanted
to speak with me.

Yes.

To apologize?

Yes.

For getting in the
middle of something

that you should
have stayed out of?

Yes.

And you probably
want to apologize

for the way you
spoke to me earlier.

Yes.

Apology accepted.

Does this mean

that you and Kevin
won't be moving out?

Mom, I really am sorry.

I know.

Can we talk?

I'm not trying to
be your father.

I'm sorry if I upset you,

but, look, I had
to e-mail your dad.

He had a right to know
what you were doing.

And I think you know that.

You're old enough to
know you can't run away

and join a pro baseball
team without him knowing it.

You can be angry with me

or even hate me
for what I've done,

but I...

I just want you to know that...

I care about you and
I'm trying to do my best

when it comes to your welfare.

Do you want to say anything?

Why don't we wait
until my dad gets home

to finish this conversation?

Well, that would be nice,

but we don't know when
your dad will be coming home.

I do.

Next week.

My dad's coming home next week.

He just sent me an e-mail.

He's worried about me, and he
went to his commanding officer.

He's taking an emergency leave.

My dad's coming home.
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