03x20 - The Intervention

[bunniefuu]

[fridge whirring]

[latch unclasps]

[sighs]

Oh, man.

So much for the four
basic food groups.

Hey, is this still good?

Eww. Gosh.

-You gotta smell this.
-Pass.

When was the last time...

Don't you ever go
to the market anymore?

[phone rings]
I'm sorry, did I become your
mother when I wasn't looking?

Who the hell calls
at this hour?

It's noon. Hello?

Yeah. Hey, Julia.
Yeah, he's...

[sighs]
He's right here. Yeah.

Hey, what's up?

Really?

-Callie.
-Mm?

Were there messages
from my sister?

I'm sorry, Jule.
I just-- I-I've had a...

a busy couple of days.

What? Oh, hey, no, I don't
think that's such a good...

Tonight? No, I don't think...

No, I know.

I know it's a thing we do.

Okay, Jule.
You can stop selling.

Okay.

Okay. I said--
I said okay. I'll come.

Seven, right.

Okay, I'll see you.

[phone beeps]

Family dinner.

He's gonna know
it's not a family dinner.

I mean, the second he walks in
and sees me, he's gonna know.

I don't have
to start it, do I?

What do you mean?

Well, I-I don't have
to be the one to say,

"Bailey, I think you have
a serious drinking problem."

I mean, Charlie's gonna
say that part, right?

But you just being here
says you think that.

[Sarah]
Yeah, I know.
I know you're right.

[Sarah]
I mean, what difference does
it make what order we go in?

God, my palms are all sweaty.

I don't understand why
we have to do it like this.

I mean, all of us
yelling at him...

and accusing him of stuff.

That's how an
intervention works, Claudia.

But it's five against one.
I mean, he's gonna feel
totally ganged up on.

Maybe. But maybe that's
what's gonna make him
see he's got a problem.

He's gonna be so mad at us.

Yeah, he is.

[Claudia]
What if it doesn't work?

Since when is Grace's
specialty substance abuse?

She sees a lot
of alcoholism at the center.

Oh, and I guess
that makes her, like,

some kind of expert, huh?

Hey, I'm just glad to have
someone here who's got

some experience with this
kind of thing. Aren't you?

[door opens]

Okay, this is it.

Are you open?

[Charlie]
No. I'm sorry, we're closed.

Um, for a private party.
I was just about to hang
a sign.

Oh, no problem. Bay, are you there?

You're not there.
And you're not here,

so we were just wondering
if you forgot about dinner.

Um, anyway, we were
just gonna order dessert

and, uh...

Well, you're probably
on your way over,

so we'll see you soon.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

Should we go home?

[sighs]

Yeah.

Let's go home.

Well, what choice
did we have?

I've left dozens of messages
for him. He never calls back.

I mean, we can't just go over

-to his place to confront him.
-I know that.

Julia tried to do that last
week, and he kicked her out.

He's not about
to stop by here, so--

I know, Charlie.

Then why was the
restaurant a bad idea?

I just think it was wrong
to assume a family dinner

would be the kind of thing
that would lure him in.

You think he knew
we were planning something?

After what he did at Owen's
party, come on, Charlie,

he knows he's in hot water
with you guys.

He knows dinner conversation
isn't gonna be
"Pass the salt,"

so he's not gonna
show up voluntarily.

So, what you gotta do,
I think,
is figure out some way--

Monday-night
quarterbacking, huh?

So I'm curious.
Why did we sit there

for two-and-a-half hours
tonight if you thought
it was a stupid idea?

Look, I'm not saying the idea
couldn't have worked, Julia.

I was just trying
to figure out
a reason why it didn't.

Uh-huh.

So, in your expert opinion,
what do you think we do now?

-Come on, Julia--
-No. I mean it.

Since you barely know
Bailey at all, maybe you
have a certain objectivity

about the situation
that we don't have.

Family dinners
he can say no to.

He can say, "Gee, I forgot."

He can say he got
stuck in traffic.

You gotta come up
with something else,

something he can't say no to.

No. Uh-uh. No way.

-Claud.
-No. Forget it. That's...

[scoffs]
That is a terrible thing
to do.

Yeah. It is. It is.

But how else, Claud?
I mean, how else
are we gonna get him here?

I don't know. But that?
No. No, you can't tell him
that.

I mean, you can't have him
get in his car and drive

all the way over here
thinking that.

You don't think this is,

like, the cruelest thing
you could do to a person?

I mean, you're actually
okay with this?

I know it'll get him here,
Claudia, so, yeah, I am.

Well, I don't care.
I won't. I don't care.

And you know, if you think
it is such a great idea,
you call him.

It won't make any sense coming
from Sarah, or me, or Charlie.

But if it's you, Claud...

if you call him and say
that you need his help

and you don't know what to do,
then he'll believe you,

and he'll come.

He's in trouble, Claudia.

I mean, aren't you willing
to do whatever it takes
to help him?

I am.

[everyone sighs]

[sniffles]

[phone dialing]

Bay.

[sobs]
Bay, um,

it's Owen. He...

I wasn't looking,
and he-and he...

He fell down
the stairs, and he...

He hit his head hard.

[sobs]
I don't know--
I don't know.

He's breathing,
but he-he's not moving,
Bailey,

[sobs]
and I don't know what to do.

I don't know, you just...
You gotta...

You-You gotta...

Okay.

Okay, but hurry.

[phone beeps]

[sniffles]

Shame on you.

Claudia!

Claud!

Claudia!

[Claudia] Bailey.
[door opens]

Where's Owen?
[door closes]

-What's she doing here?
-She drove me here. Who cares?

What-- Is he okay?
Is he unconscious?

-Claud, where is he?
-He...

-He's up in his room.
-Jule!

I just got home. Give me
the, uh, the keys to your car.

-What?
-My engine isn't turning over.

[Julia]
If we're gonna take him
to the hospital--

Here. Here. You gotta
watch the clutch, though,

because it
kind of sticks, all right?

Owen?

Owen!

Owen?

Owen? Owen?

O?

Where is he?

What?

What? What's going on?

-We have to talk to you.
-What?

Oh, God. What, is it Owen?

Owen is okay.
He's at Ross's.

-What?
-What's going on here?

We, um...

We-We told you
the story about Owen

uh, just to get you here,

because we have
to talk to you,

because we're worried, Bailey.

-What? You gotta be--
-About your drinking.

My drinking?

[Bailey]
You mean, Owen...

I can't believe--
I can't believe you!

I was, like, having a stroke
here! How the hell
could you...

-God, Claudia!
-I'm sorry.

-Let's just calm down now,
okay?
-Calm down?

Look, Bay,
you've got a problem.
That much is pretty clear.

So we're just gonna get you
someplace where you can get

the kind of help you need,
some kind of rehab
or something.

The hell you are.
You know what?
Know what? Up yours, Charlie.

You guys are screwed.
God, you-- I'm out of here.

No, you're not.

-Give me the keys.
-No.

-I said give me the keys!
-No.

God, you...

-Let me outta her here,
Charlie.
-No way.

Let me the hell out of here!

-You're not going anywhere,
Bay.
-The hell I'm not.

-Come on, Bailey, calm down.
-The hell with all of you!

Sarah.

[sighs]

So you too, huh?

Yeah, me too.

What-What is this?
Is this, like, your way of getting back at me for
Callie? Is that what this is?

You really think
this is about revenge?

It sure as hell
feels like it to me.

I'm not trying to get
back at you, Bailey.
I'm here because...

because
I've seen how you drink,

how much you drink,
and what it does to you.

Uh-huh. So you think
I'm an alcoholic.

I think you have
a problem, Bailey.

You think
that I'm an alcoholic.
Why don't you just say it?

That's what you came
here to say, isn't it?

I think you're an alcoholic.

Well-- Well, I think
you're full of crap.

I think you're
all full of crap.

And if you think
I'm gonna hang around here,

and listen to you all tell me
what a lush you think I am,

as delightful as that
sounds, it's been real.

If we're all wrong,
then why are you running away?

See, you leave now

and all that does is say to us,

"Bailey's got a problem,
and he's too afraid
to deal with it."

So-- So, okay,
so I'm wrong.

So we're all full of crap.

So set us straight, Bailey.

Explain it. You know, make us
see it from your side.

Stay.

Look, the point is not
how we got him here, okay?

The point is
what's going on with him.

Oh, right. Like you know
all about it, huh?

Like you even have a clue
as to what goes on
in his life.

You know, because I don't
remember seeing any of you

over at the apartment,
just spending time,
making sure everything's okay.

You know what?
I don't think we've ever
even met. Isn't that funny?

Look, he pulled away
from us, okay,
when he started drinking.

We didn't know
what was going on.

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

We're trying to help him.

What? By lying to him?
By tricking him?

You gotta be kidding me.
You think
you're gonna help him?

He's never gonna talk
to any of you again.

-Don't say that.
-Look, you've seen him drink.

You had to have
seen him drink.

If you stay here
and tell him that, then maybe--

Okay, you know what?
Just give me my keys.

Please, Callie--

Do you want me
to call the police?

[door opens, closes]

Callie? Hey.

-Where are you...
-Look, I'm sorry, okay?

This is not my thing,
all right?

This is, like,
way out of control.

Anyway, it's a family thing,
so, uh, I'm sorry.

[door closes]

She bailed on you, man.

No. That's not...

She knows that
I don't have a problem,

so she's not about to hang
around here with you guys

and take sh*ts at me.
Why should she?

-Maybe she's in denial too.
-Hey, I'm not in...

Look, I'm here, aren't I?

I'm still here.
I'm not running away.

I know what this is about. This
is about Owen's birthday party.

And-- And if you want
to go taking that...

that one time when I had
a little too much to drink,

and turn it
into some huge deal--

-It's not just one time,
Bailey.
-One or two times, whatever.

Look, I'm not saying that
I don't drink some,
okay? I do.

[Bailey]
And occasionally,

very occasionally,
I have too much.

But that doesn't mean that
I am doing anything different

than any other college kid
who's living away from home.

It doesn't mean that I have
a problem,
or that I can't stop.

And it sure as hell doesn't
mean that I need you guys

acting all concerned
over nothing,

and carting me off
to some rehab center.

It's not nothing, Bay.

You're always drunk.

What are you talking about?
I'm not drunk right now.

-[Charlie scoffs]
-[Bailey] I haven't had
anything

to drink since...
since Owen's birthday party.

What is that?
That's three days.

Three days.
What does that tell you?

Honestly? That you're broke.

God, do you really think
that little of me?

Claudia?

It's like...

It's like you're
someone else, Bay.

Right.

Right.

Well, maybe I am.

Maybe that's the problem,

that I'm on my own
for the first time,

and I'm taking care of myself,
and nobody likes that,

because that's not the way
things work around here.

I'm supposed to be
the one taking care
of all of you, right?

Bailey, that's not true.

-[Bailey] No?
-No.

I bailed you out, Charlie.

I gave up going to a real
college to save your ass.

Now that I'm stuck
at some little state school

trying to make the best of it,
you're trying to tear me down.

-Bailey, that's--
-As long as I'm the one making

the sacrifices,
you're all okay, because
that's what you expect.

I'm the one who always comes
through for you, right,

who picks up all the pieces,
and cleans up your mess.

[Bailey]
That's who I am, right?
That's who I've always been.

And I can't ever, ever
do anything that I wanna do.

I can't ever have anything
that's just mine.

What? Like your drinking?

Like a life.

A life that isn't
about putting myself last.

[Bailey scoffs]

I just-- I want...

I want to have fun.

I want to not worry
about stuff all the time.

And I want to be able to take
some chances with my life,

without you telling me there's
something wrong with me.

Now, why can't--
Why can't I have that?

[stammers]
Why won't you let me
have that?

[sobs]
It's not so much
to ask for. It's...

[sobs]

God, it's so little.

[sobs]

[sobbing]

Shouldn't we go in there?

And say what?

[sniffles]

Claud?

We shouldn't have
done it this way.

He doesn't...

He shouldn't feel
like he doesn't have
anybody on his side.

Can't we stop?

-Please, can't we just stop?
-I don't know, Claud.

He's not gonna listen
to anything we have to say.

He's not ready.

How do you know?
He was the one
doing all the talking.

He didn't give us a chance.

Of course not. Why would he?

He knows what you're gonna say,
and he doesn't want to hear it.

You gotta--
You've gotta make him listen.

You've gotta strip away
all those excuses of his.

-You've gotta--
-Look, it's hard, okay?

-Julia.
-[Julia] No.

It's so easy to sit
on the outside, and
say, "You gotta this"

and "You gotta that,"
when he's not your brother.

You don't know him, Grace.

You don't love him.

[sighs]

Look, I'm sorry.

I know it's hard.

But that's why
you're here, isn't it?

I mean, isn't it?

Yes.

[sobs]
Would you all...

-Would you please--
-[Charlie] No.

No. You're gonna
hear this, Bay.

And no one's going anywhere
until we're finished,

so we might as well
just get started.

And-- And it's not
about being angry at you

or begrudging you
some kind of happiness

at school or anything.

But you drink, Bailey.

-You drink all the time.
-Owen's party, right?

I already explained that
to you, and I apologized.

I had a few drinks, yeah.

Hey, it was way worse
than that. You were out
of control, Bailey.

You were stinking drunk.

And that whole thing with
the cake, you scared
the hell out of Owen.

-You scared me.
-Well, I had...

I had some stuff
going on that day.

[stammers]
It was a bad day, you know.

All of a sudden,
I'm the only one who's not
allowed to have a bad day. What about at the coffeehouse
with Will, Bailey?

You were drunk, and loud,
and making a scene

with the waiters,
bumping into things.

And you were the same way
when I met you at the club.

At a club, right.

What is the big deal with that?

You go to a club,
and you drink.
Is that some sort of crime?

Will said you were drunk
every minute he was with you,

and all you wanted
to do was drink.

Right, like he
actually told you that.

Yeah, he did.
He came to see me because
he was worried about you.

-Well, Will is a liar.
-He is not a liar.

This isn't gonna work,
Bailey. Not anymore.

We've all been through this
with you too many times.

The "You're catching me
on a bad day"

or "A bad week" excuse.

Or, "Yeah, sure,
I'm drinking when I see you,

but all the other times
I'm completely sober" excuse.

Yeah, we compared stories, Bay.

[sighs]
I don't believe this.

I really don't believe this.

What? You've got, like,
four examples of me

drinking too much.
Like that proves anything.

What is this?
Is this some kind of sport,

ganging up
on me like this?

Anyone else have anything?

What about you, Claudia?
You have something
you want to add?

-No.
-No. Go on. It's your turn.

-Go on!
-No.

You need more?
Fine. Okay.

Sam gave you a job,
and you stole from him.

What?

Are you calling me a thief
in front of everybody?

You are a thief, Bailey.

You're a thief,
and a liar, and a drunk.

And I want you to get better.

And I want to help you,
because I love you.

-Uh-huh.
-[Julia] I do.

No.

No. This just...

This just makes you
feel good, right?

-Bailey--
-[Bailey] And it's, like,

who the hell are you?

Like your life is so great,
like your life is anything.

At least I'm in school.

At least I'm not the one
who's dropping out.

Man, how's that for irony?

Or you know what?

Maybe-- Maybe
that's the whole point:

That you're jealous of me
for once, because it turns out

you can't even come close
to doing what I'm doing.

Turns out you're the one
who can't hack it.

-Come on, Bailey.
-[Bailey] No, forget it.

Forget it. You're
the one I feel sorry for.

What are you gonna do,

take a year off
so you can get pregnant again?

What?

-That's enough, Bailey.
-Yeah? Says who?

You can all dish it out,
but you can't take it, huh?

I said that's enough!

-[Julia sniffles]
-[Charlie] Jule...

-[Charlie] God, you--
-[Bailey] What? What?

Now you want to give me
a lecture on screwing up?

Talk about hearing it
from the master.

I got a better idea,
Charlie. How about
we talk about you instead?

Actually--
Actually, you know what?

I bet some of this would be
educational for Grace.

-[Charlie] Bailey.
-I don't wanna hear it.

[Bailey]
Sure you do.
Of course you do.

I mean, how much do
you actually know about
Charlie's sexual history?

-Stop it, Bailey.
-Has he cheated on you yet?

Give it time. He will. He's
cheated on every other girl
he's been with. Why not you?

He cheated on Kirsten
at least once that we know of.

-Grace--
-Look, this doesn't--

How many women
has it been in all, Charlie?

-Fifty? Sixty?
-I swear to God--

How about the one that you
slept with after the wedding?

You know, the one
that you slept with

two days after you dumped
Kirsten, the love
of your life?

-Stop it!
-Claudia told me
about that one.

-Bailey!
-Just shut the hell up,
Bailey!

God, Bailey,
what are you doing?

Nothing. It's just
cards-on-the-table time.

You don't like it, leave.

Actually, I don't know why
you're here
in the first place.

-Bailey--
-No.

It's not like anything
you say matters to me.

-It's not like
you belong here.
-Okay.

It's, like, take a hint.
I don't love you.

I don't. And to be
completely honest here,

I don't think I was
ever in love with you.

Don't do this, Bailey.

I mean, if I loved you,
why would I cheat on you?

Why would I still be
with Callie, huh?

Why would I be in bed
with you, and be so...
so turned off

-that I couldn't do anything?
-[Sarah sobs] That's enough.

Bailey, that's enough.
You can stop now.

Right.

What?

[door closes]

[motor revs]

[Grace]
What's he doing?

Nothing.

Just staring out the window.

Grace--

Someone has to
talk to him again.

No, Grace, listen.

There were other women.

-You don't have to do this.
-And I don't know.

I'm not sure if that says
something really bad
about me. Maybe it does...

-Charlie--
-But that's not who I am now.

I mean, I'm not the same guy.
I'm telling you.

-Charlie,
this is not the time.
-No, I know.

You don't have
to tell me that. I know.

I would have told you, Grace.

Maybe not everything.
I don't know.

But it's not like I was trying
to hide it from you. And all that stuff
about Kirsten
after the wedding,

it's not like he made it sound.

Right, and it's over now,
and you're a different person,

so I'm fine.

You don't owe me
any explanations.

Then why are you standing
all the way across the room
from me?

I don't know why I'm here.

Why am I doing
this to myself?

Why do I keep
doing this to myself?

Come on, you love him.

I'm not gonna stay.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go.

Sarah, don't.

They're just words
that he's using.

I know they hurt,
but they're just words.

That's not...

I mean,

he says horrible,

horrible things to you.

That doesn't change anything,
because you're his sister.

Now you can hate him,
and you're still his sister.

But if I hate him,

you know, like, if he says
those things to me

and I hate him,
then why am I still here?

Yeah, I just--
I end up being this...

this pathetic person who's
waiting around to see some...

some glimmer of the way
he used to be with me,

and it hasn't been
that way in so long.

[sniffles]
And I'm done.

[sighs]
I'm done.

Sarah, you can't.

You can't, because if you leave

and we all have to walk
in there, and face him again,

and he sees that
you're gone, he is gonna
think, "I am winning."

He is gonna think,
"I am right,
and they are wrong,

and they don't have the guts
to face up to me."

And then...

And then it's over.

I'm sorry. I tried.

That is not good enough.

Sarah, if you leave,
that is so much worse

than if you had never
come here to begin with.

Bailey.

Callie, pick up the phone.

Come on, pick up
the stupid phone.

Okay, listen, as soon
as you get this message,

you get over here,
and you get me.

Don't call first.
Just come, get me
the hell out of this place.

We're finished here.

[phone beeps, hangs up]

What?

[doorbell rings]

Maybe that's her.

[Man]
Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie.

The plane circled for over
an hour. I had to drop
Franny off at my place.

-[Bailey] Joe?
-Hey.

I don't believe this.
You called Joe?

Yeah, we did. I did.

-We're in the middle of it.
-More like the end.

[Joe] Well, your brother
thought that maybe
I could help, Bailey.

How? How? Wh...

What the hell does
he know, huh? He's not
even around, for God sakes.

What, did you come
all this way to tell me I drank too much champagne
at your damn wedding?

It's not working.

-Look, Bailey, if you--
-You know what, Joe?

I don't want to hear it
from you, okay?

And I don't want to hear
any more from any of you.

-[Bailey] You got that?
-Yep.

Loud and clear.

We're through trying
to reason with you, Bailey.

Finally. Thank God. So here's what's
gonna happen, okay?

You're checking yourself
into a rehab center.

-Right.
-We're gonna get in the car

-right now, and I'm gonna--
-Go to hell, Charlie.

I mean it, Bailey. This is it.
This is your last chance.

-You're checking yourself in--
-Or what?

Huh? What are you
gonna do, Charlie?

Send me to bed
without dessert?
Cut off my allowance?

-What the hell will you do?
-You want me to cut you off

-financially? Fine. It's done.
-Fine. Who cares?

I don't need your money.
I could go get a job.

And I already got
my own place to live.

All I need is for you
to get the hell out of my way.

-Bailey.
-I mean it, Charlie.

-No!
-Get out of my way.

-No!
-Come on.

You son of a bitch!

-[Claudia screams]
-Oh, my God.

Bailey!

[pants]

That looks bad, Bailey.

-Bailey?
-You-You should--

I don't need your help.

[Joe] Bailey.

Can't you just...

-God, leave me alone.
-Bay.

-I mean it, Joe.
-Bailey, please, huh?

Look, I know what you--
what you're here for.

I know what you
came here to say.

-Well, I don't think you do.
-Sure, I do.

It's the old routine. You tell
me how disappointed in me

Dad would be, how much
I'm letting him down.

I know how
the whole thing goes.

So, why don't you just
get it over with,
so you can go.

Come on, "If your father
could see you now..."

-Well, if he could see you
now--
-What?

If your father could
see you now, he'd say...

-Here it comes.
-he'd say...

"Not my son too."

He was an alcoholic, Bailey.

[laughing]

Right.

Sure. Sure, he was.

Your father was an alcoholic.

-Bull.
-Believe me, I was there.

-That's a load of--
-For 18 years, he was sober

before he d*ed, but for years
before that, years--

No, you just...
No. No. I don't believe you.

On my life, Bailey,

it's the truth.

I thought...

I thought you
couldn't get any lower

than what they did,
lying about Owen,

and saying he was hurt, just
to get me to come over here,

but you, you son of a bitch.

-Come on, Bailey.
-What do you think, huh?

You think since
he's dead, you can say

-anything you want about him?
-He'd want you to know.

-He'd want me to tell you.
-My father
was not an alcoholic!

-[Joe] Bailey.
-[Bailey] Get out of here,
Joe.

Get the hell out of here.

Have you heard
this load of crap?

Have you? Or, hey,
this was probably

your genius idea, right?

Let's get Joe to say Dad
was a drunk. And then maybe--

Joe.

-[Charlie sighs]
-I don't believe it.

[Bailey]
You see?

See?

He didn't--
I would have known.

You were just a kid
when he quit, Charlie.

You were probably too young
to recognize the signs.

-What signs?
-Don't you remember him

coming home late from
the restaurant every night?

That doesn't mean...

Look, he-he had
a business to run.

He liked hanging out
with the guys late,
sh**ting the bull.

-And drinking.
-No.

Honey, I was the one
who had to drive him
home night after night,

because he couldn't
drive himself.

Did he?

I don't know.

Don't you remember the fights
he had with your mom?

-Charlie.
-I don't know, okay?

It was bad for a long time.

If he hadn't gotten
the help when he did--

But I never saw him
take a drink in my life.

Not once. Not even a beer,
or a glass of wine.

That's right.
And why do you think?

Not a drop,
not an ounce, nothing.

He owned the restaurant.
Hell, he owned a bar.

Why never even a sip? Because
he knew he couldn't ever.

That's what it is to be
an alcoholic. He knew that--

Claud.

No, Charlie.

[door opens]

There you are.

I've been looking
for you all over.

Go away.

-Honey...
-Please.

Claudia, I didn't
see you standing there.

-I would never--
-No. It's okay.

I mean,
it's good that I heard.

I should know, right...

who he really was.

That's not who he really was.

It was just
a small part of him.

It's not small. It's...

it's everything.

He was an alcoholic.

Who quit drinking

long before
you were even born.

But it...

it changes everything.

-How?
-Because I thought I knew him.

You did, sweetie.

Everything you remember
about him is still true. He wasn't perfect, Claudia.
But you know what?

Had he been around
these past few years,

you would probably
know that now.

He made mistakes.
He had faults.

But that doesn't
make him any less.

It just makes him human.

So, what happened?

What made him stop?

I want to know.

Your mom said she'd leave him.

Oh.

Oh.

[door opens]

I heard,

and I'm sorry.

I don't even know if that's
the right thing to say:

I'm sorry.

-There is no right thing
to say.
-Yeah.

[Bailey]
I, um...

I was thinking about us,

about you and me.

-You were?
-Yeah.

It's funny,

because this is, like, what we
used to talk about, remember?

And-- And I finally
have an answer to that
question that you asked me.

I don't--

When you were looking
for your mom

and you would say to me,

"I wonder what I got from her?

My voice, or...

or my dark hair?"

Remember?

And you asked me
what I got from my parents.

Bailey--

It's like Claudia
plays the violin.

And Julia looks like her,

and Charlie looks like him.

And this is what I got.

It's what my father gave me.

[piano music playing]

Why are you crying?

Because I don't know
how to help you.

You don't have to help me.

I mean, I think I finally
have it figured out.

[Charlie]
I remember,

I must have been in
kindergarten or something,

but Mom used to drive him
to the restaurant

a couple mornings a week

because he left his car
there overnight.

And he'd sit
in the back with me

and tell jokes,

make up stupid songs.

And Mom would be
up in the front,

kind of cold and quiet.

I didn't realize.

Did they fight?

I'm trying...

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah, but always behind
closed doors, you know?

Or I'd walk into something
at the tail end of it,

and Mom's eyes
would be all red,

and I figured it was about
the restaurant doing bad,

or them not having
enough money, or about how late he used
to come home at night.

He'd always leave the liquor
out of recipes.

Remember?

And he never toasted good news.

I mean, yeah, sort of, like,

pretend toasting,
but never the real thing.

Everything means
something else now.

-I know.
-He got better, though, right?

I mean, he got better

because they got through
it somehow, right?

Because...

I remember them being happy.

They were.

Jule, they were happy.

[sighs]

Well, I don't know
what else to say to him now.

-You?
-No.

Grace.

Do you?

I think maybe it's already
been done, Julia.

I think maybe this
will make the difference.

You do? Really?

You can't find out something
like this, this huge,

and-- and not have it, um,

well, change you.

[door closes]

[Sarah]
Bailey.

Bailey, wait a second.

Where's my coat?

You okay?

I'm... tired.

[door closes]

Just really tired.

What? What's going on?

It's okay, Claud.

I, uh, I didn't
have the time to do a lot of research or anything.
None of us did.

But we got some contacts
to a couple AA groups
in the area.

One's at SF State,
which is kind of convenient.

-Uh-huh.
-And, uh, I'm sorry, Bay,

about getting you here
the way we did,

and about keeping you here.

And if I said anything,

nothing was meant to hurt you.

We didn't know what else to do.

It's just,
we all love you so much.

And... I know this is
gonna sound kind of hokey

but we really will
be there for you

every step of the way
if you want us to, okay?

We're gonna take
care of you, Bailey.

-[Bailey sighs]
-Okay?

Will you let us
take care of you?

No, don't. Don't.

Bay.

I don't need to be
taken care of,

and I don't need
any AA contacts.

-What?
-I mean, it's okay.

Charlie, I...

I kind of feel better,
actually.

-You do?
-[Bailey] Yeah, I do.

Anyway,

I guess you guys
were right about me.

Turns out you were right.

I mean, of course you were.

I mean,
I'm my father's son, right?

Which is...

Which explains a lot of things.

I mean...

[sighs]

I can finally stop
looking at myself

and-- and thinking, what...

what is going on here?

What am I turning into?
Who am I turning into?

Because it's him.

I'm turning into him.

And it's not my fault.

It's not my fault.
It's his fault.

[Bailey]
So...

So I'm gonna stop
b*ating myself up.

And I'm gonna stop

letting all of you guys
b*at up on me,

because this is just who I am, and this is what I do.

I drink.

[Julia sighs]

Has anyone seen my coat?

That's it?

Yeah, Claud, that's it.

No.

No, no, no, no...

I can't take this, Bailey.

I mean, you can't
do this anymore.

-Claudia--
-No, Bailey, I mean it.

That's it. That's it.

I mean, if you don't...

If you don't get help,
I don't want to see you.

You can't talk to me,
and-and you can't talk to Owen

and you can't come over to
the house, and I'm not gonna

come and see you,
and I'm not gonna call you,

and I'm not even
gonna think about you.

-Claudia, just--
-No!

I love you.

More than anyone else.

I love you the best.

You know that.

This is the only thing
that I have

that I can take away from you

to make you stop.

Either you get help right now,

or get out of here.

[door closes]