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- Don't move!
- Aah!

- Gee!
- Charlie!

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell am I doing?

What the hell are you doing
sneaking around the house?

I forgot my keys, okay?

Put down the knife, you idiot.

It's three o'clock
in the morning.

What the hell's going on?

Nothing.

Well, where have you been?

- Out.
- Out where?

Come on, Charlie.

For the last, like, two weeks,

I've been hearing you
come home every night

at God knows what hour.

You know, that's funny, 'cause
the last time I checked,

I didn't have a curfew.

Well, what... What
are you doing?

You hanging out with a
group of guys after work?

Are you seeing some new girl?

You know what?

I'm a whole lot older
than you are, Bay.

I don't have to answer to you.

You want to check on bedtimes,
check on Claudia's.

Now go to bed.

Something going on
with you, Charlie?

Go to bed.

♪ Everybody wants to live ♪

♪ Like they wanna live ♪

♪ And everybody wants to love ♪

♪ Like they wanna love ♪

♪ Everybody wants to be ♪

♪ Closer to ♪

♪ Everybody wants to live ♪

♪ Like they wanna live ♪

♪ Everybody wants to love ♪

♪ Like they wanna love ♪

♪ Everybody wants to be ♪

♪ Closer to free ♪

Claud, get off the phone.

You're really
screwing me up here.

There's a pay phone
on the corner.

Hi, Artie. Guess who this is.

Listen, that new
diaper rash ointment

you got, it doesn't work great,

so just stick with
the old stuff.

Okay.

So, uh, how long do you
think this is gonna take?

Well, they say the chances of
actually getting on a jury

are really small.

I hear if you don't get
picked in the first few days,

they just dismiss you.

Look, I'll be in touch.

What's going on?

Claudia's in the middle of some
fourth grade gang initiation.

Fifth grade.

So, Artie-chokes,
three for a dollar...

- Sorry, Donna.
- Dana.

Aren't you supposed to be
at a lesson right now?

Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Homework?

Two days off for a
teacher conference.

Don't you listen to anything?

Really...

Claudia will have to call
you right back, Marty.

Artie.

Come on.

Kate is waiting for my call.

There's a pay phone
on the corner.

The guy was there all night.
Left me $2.

- You're kidding.
- Loren.

Owner alert, nine o'clock.

He got a haircut.

That's a new jacket.

You keeping tabs on him or what?

No.

- Maybe.
- Yes.

Julia...

Forget it. He doesn't
know I'm alive.

I bet he doesn't
even know my name.

Hey, Julia,

can I get a glass
of Perrier, please?

Pay up.

On the house.

I don't know if the
house can afford it.

Really?

We're not exactly packing
them in these days, are we?

You want my advice?

Okay.

Well, the same 15 local bands
go from club to club, right?

Right.

Well, maybe if you
paid travel expenses,

rented an apartment
for out-of-town acts,

you could get a reputation for
introducing new groups to the area.

See, the thing is, I
need a consistent draw.

I need a reason for people to come here
every week, no matter who's playing.

Something in the order
of a, I don't know...

wet t-shirt contest.

- You're kidding, right?
- No, no, I'm not.

I got every penny I ever made
tied up into this place.

I'm up to my eyes in debt.

You gotta to have a cash
register for a heart.

Well, uh, in that case, I guess you
want me back on the job, right?

You know, Loren tells
me that you're good.

You've asked?

Well, he just says that you
may be the best we have.

Wait a second.

How come nobody here has
got your phone number?

How come you looked?

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I alone love you ♪

♪ I alone tempt you ♪

Pizza?

No. Mrs. Gideon.

Who?

From the Department
of Social Services.

Uh, I'm coming.

I'll be there in a second.

Mrs. Gideon. Hi.

Bailey.

May I come in?

Don't think too long. It's
a rhetorical question.

I, uh, I forgot we
had an appointment.

You know how we work.
No appointments.

I'm sorry for the
late hour, though,

but I figured with
your brother working

and you kids in school...

well, the evening seemed
like the best time

to catch you all together.

Oh, well, we're never out
of each other's sight...

except for tonight.

Any guess?

My bet is it ain't a raise.

Oh.

Jeez, I didn't mean to keep
everybody in suspense.

I got stuck in the bathroom.

Loren, you want to do something
about that door, please?

Oh, yeah, I'm working
on that, boss.

Thank you. Thank you.

Uh, listen, uh...

I know we haven't been exactly

packing them in here
the past few weeks,

so this is what I was thinking.

We'll let the customers know

that, uh, the music's
not the only draw.

You guys are.

So, starting tomorrow, there's
going to be a new dress code.

What, wet t-shirts?

Let's just say that it, uh...

it's a figure-flattering
uniform.

I think we show a little
more skin around here,

we'll show a little more profit.

Uh-huh. You know, like I say,

when in doubt, capitalize
on your asses.

Is that what you're doing?

Anyway, I've got a whole
crate coming in later,

so, uh, you know, pick out
your sizes, try them on,

and, uh, that's it.

End of announcement.

Wasn't so bad, was it?

How's Mrs. Kelleher doing?

The, uh... The nanny.

She... She had to leave.

She left.

Oh, right. I'm sorry.

I have that noted right here.

You hired...

Kirsten Bennett is her name?

Julia!

You, uh, you remember...

Mrs. Gideon, what
are you doing here?

It's all right. It's
our regular visit.

That's great. Nice to see you.

Same here. Look, I'd like to...

I got to go to the bathroom.

- Julia!
- I'm going to explode.

She got her mom's bladder.

You know, why don't I call
Charlie at the restaurant

and see what time he'll
be home from work?

Oh, God!

Joe. Hey. Hey. Can I, uh...

Can I talk to Charlie
for a second?

What?

No, no, no. I thought he said...

Okay, well, all right.
Well, thanks, Joe. Just...

Just, uh, let him know I called.

All right, thanks.

He, uh, just stepped
out on a break.

It happens.

It is such a weird night.

Usually, we're all gathered
around the living room together,

you know, studying and talking.

Why don't I see how
Julia's doing?

Julia!

Just a minute!

For God's sakes. Julia...

Hi.

Hi, there... again. Um...

I was just changing.

We were doing a production
of Marat/Sade at the school.

Church.

Church school.

It's a benefit,
actually, for hunger...

Disease.

And diseases.

Hunger and diseases.
It's very optimistic.

Let me get a sweater.

You know what?

I bet you'd like to see Claudia.

I would, yes.

You know, she, uh...
She recently performed

with the Bay Area
Chamber Ensemble.

- It was in the paper.
- I saw that.

Yeah, she's, she's a credit to
us all and to your department.

She, uh, she might be sleeping.

You know, all that
practicing and studying.

Claudia?

Claudia?

Claudia?

Claudia?

It's 10 o'clock at night.

You know what? She's
out with Charlie.

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

The two of them are spending
some time together.

So is there anything
else you want to see?

I think I've seen enough.

She's got to be with friends.

At 10:30 at night?

What are you guys doing?

And what are you wearing
underneath that sweater, Jule?

- Claudia's missing.
- What?

She's gone. We can't find her.

Where have you been?

- I was at work.
- Oh, really?

There must be a note somewhere.

Well, we can't find one

and no one has seen her
since this afternoon.

Yeah, it was, like,
eight hours ago.

Did she tell you
she was going out?

No. I don't know.
I don't think so.

Well, she's got to be
with friends, right?

I mean, she's got to be. It's the
only thing that makes sense.

We have no idea, do we?

She comes up to about here.

What's this, like four feet?

Her weight?

What do 11-year-olds weigh?

She's pretty average.

- What was she wearing the last
time you saw her? -A dress.

- Jeans.
- Overalls.

You're not exactly sure
what she was wearing?

I guess not.

You wouldn't happen to have a
recent picture of her, would you?

Um...

This is from last year...

or maybe the year before.

Her bangs are longer.

I'm going to put out a
missing juvenile broadcast.

What should we do? Drive
around looking for her?

No, really, the best
thing for you to do

is to rack your brains
as to where she might be

and wait by the phone.

Just need a signature here.

What's this? Why would you need
to know the name of her dentist?

It's for purposes
of identification.

Hopefully, we'll never
have to deal with that.

Anything?

Sheet music,

art project of sea shells,

list of what she wants
for her birthday.

Doesn't she have, like, a
little phone book or something?

Phone number!

Phone number.

It's my handwriting.

What did you take $400
out of the bank for?

What?

It's an ATM slip from,
from three days ago.

Yeah, great.

I just don't remember
it in the checkbook.

For God's sake, Bay, do we have
to deal with this right now?

I don't know, Bay.

Maybe he's got a girlfriend he
doesn't want us to know about.

"Dear Diary."

Kind of a trust issue here, huh?

It could have friends'
phone numbers in it.

Use a bobby pin or something.
She'll never know.

The thing is, Jule, he's
tired all the time.

His eyes are always red.

What are you saying?

Charlie's got a drug
problem or something?

Give me a break.

Got it.

"I kind of like our new nanny.

"Owen almost took a step today
without even holding on."

Wow. Did you know that?

No.

"Julia's weird. Today I saw
her..." Never mind. Um...

"Bart likes Jamie.
Karen likes Jimmy S.

Question mark likes Claudia."

And that's it.

Great. We've got nothing.

Maybe one of us needs some rest.

Wait a second. What about this
whole thing with Charlie?

Bailey, come on.

No, I'm telling you,

it's like he's got
this secret life.

- Leave it alone, Bay.
- What?

People are allowed their
privacy, you know.

That's a great answer, Jule.
That's great.

You know... You know, I think
we've gone a little overboard

with the privacy thing here.

I mean, one of us is missing,

and none of us has any idea

what anyone else in
this family is doing.

Claudia.

Claudia.

What? What? Claudia!

Something going
on with you guys?

- Are you okay?
- Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Where have you been all night?

I was at a sleep-over
at Dana's...

and I met this boy.

You what?

I know. Isn't it great?

You were at a sleep-over
and you didn't call?

What? Why should I call?

Because we all nearly
had heart attacks

when you didn't come
home, that's why.

We were up all night. We thought
you were missing or dead.

We called the police.

Well, that was pretty stupid.

Stupid?

Don't you ever do
that to us again.

Hey, I told you
where I was going.

You told who?

I yelled through the bathroom
door when you wouldn't open it.

You said okay.

I know you didn't hear me, because
you had those stupid headphones on,

so I went to you while you
were in the living room.

You nodded.

I was asleep.

If you were all so
worried about me,

why didn't you just look
up Dana's parents' number?

It's in the phone book...

unless it's because you have
no idea what Dana's name is,

which wouldn't
surprise me at all,

because none of you care
about any of my friends

or have the slightest clue
what's going on in my life.

You want to blame someone for this?
Blame yourselves.

I'm growing up, and
I'm becoming a woman,

and you're all missing it.

So what do you think? Should
we hug her or kill her?

Kind of a toss-up.

We'll be back in 20,
so stick around.

- I feel like a hooker.
- I feel like a sausage casing.

It took me 45 minutes
to get dressed.

Put that on your time card.

Here we go again.

What are you having?

A fantasy.

What can I get you?

How about your phone number?

What would you like
beverage-wise?

Why don't you use
your imagination?

Because mine's working overtime.

This is bull.

All right, Julia. Go, girl.

Okay, so what have we got here?
Four pinched butts...

Five.

Five. Sorry, Molly.

Three lewd comments and
two sexual propositions?

And a partridge in a pear tree.

We didn't get shut down by
the fire marshal, did we?

What the hell's going on?

Look, we're not trying
to be difficult,

but, uh, these uniforms...

we kind of don't
want to wear them.

- No?
- No.

I know you're trying to find
a way to reel in customers,

and we all understand that,

but I don't think we're
comfortable being the bait.

Ah. So to speak.

So, maybe we can come up
with a different solution,

because this one
isn't gonna work.

I see, I see, and you're
all agreed on this?

- Absolutely.
- Yeah.

It's unanimous.

Okay, okay, well, then,
uh, you're all fired.

What?

Are you kidding me? I
can't believe this.

Bailey...

I don't believe this.
You followed me.

What are you doing in Berkeley?

You have lost your mind.

Look, I want to know what is
going on with you, Charlie.

I want to know where
you go at night.

It's none of your damn business.

Yes, it is my business.

It's my business when you
lie about being at work

and you come home at three
o'clock in the morning

and you can't explain what
you did with 400 bucks.

Now, what is going on
with you, Charlie?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

It's drugs, isn't it?

- What? -I know they sell
the stuff around campus.

Yeah, that's it, Bailey.
You caught me.

When I'm not at home
changing diapers,

I'm out on Telegraph
Avenue dealing dope.

All right, well, if it's
not that, then what?

Get the hell out
of here, Bailey!

Charlie...

Hey, you've reached
the Salingers.

We're not around. You
know what to do.

Yes, this is Jane Gideon.

I've scheduled a
follow-up visit with you

for tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

Unless I hear to the contrary,

I'll expect to see
all of you there.

All of you.

Thank you.

There was a message
on the machine.

She's coming back. Mrs. Gideon.

And she wants to see us.

All of us.

Probably because she thinks things
are falling apart around here,

and she's right.

What, now you've
got her involved?

Look, I didn't want to, but with a
social worker breathing down our necks,

you're just gonna have to
level with us here, Charlie.

I'm going to school, okay?

I'm taking an architecture
class at Berkeley.

I've been at the
library every night.

Right. Tell me another one.

Architecture 134,

Professor Eric Dwight,
Seaton Hall, Room 306.

You're serious.

Yeah.

So the 400 bucks...

Tuition, course fees, textbooks.

God, Charlie, that's great.

I mean, it's great that
you're trying this again.

Well, it's not for a
grade or anything.

It's just pass/fail.

So what?

It's a start, right? It's great.

So why was this
such a big secret?

I just didn't want
anyone to know.

Why?

I just didn't, okay?

You don't need to
know everything.

Best friend?

Dana Shepherd.

That's E-R-D.

Used to be Jill Thorton

until she cheated off me
during a spelling test.

Favorite teacher?

I can't believe Mrs. Gideon's
gonna want to know this stuff.

It's not just for her.
We want to know.

Favorite teacher?

Mrs. Carver.

Wears Reeboks,

cries when she reads
us Johnny Tremain,

puts on too much blush.

Favorite scotch?

Main squeeze?

Come on, Claud. Who's the kid
you were on the phone with

the other day, acting
like a total idiot?

Yeah. Arnie someone.

Artie.

Artie.

Spill the beans, Claudia.
We want to know everything.

Everything.

Well, he's...

He's very tall.

Six feet?

Taller than me.

Hobbies? Special skills?

He plays the cymbals...

Cymbals.

And he can wiggle his
ears one at a time.

I don't know anybody
else who can do that.

One at a time.

Hmm.

You can see for yourself.

Today.

We have a date.

Date?

Okay,

so our ever eloquent Mr. Ponti

thinks that the architect's
use of materials...

How did you phrase that?

"Blows"?

Well, is there anything
else we can say about this?

Huh? Anyone?

Yes.

The proportions are totally off.

I mean, the scale totally
overpowers the site.

It's like the architect
designed a building

without giving thought to where
the building was going to go.

Can everyone see that?
Excellent.

A good architect

must live, sleep,
eat, breathe his site

before he ever puts
drafting pencil to paper,

which is why we're going to
have an all-day site visit

this Friday.

Now, I'm gonna be giving
instruction there,

so attendance is required,

and, at the conclusion
of our field trip,

I'm gonna be assigning you

a 48-hour sketch problem,

so clear your calendars
for the weekend.

You're going to need
every single second.

No extensions on that.

I want to see how you folks
work with deadlines, okay?

So let's move on
to the next one.

Think she'll look in the fridge?

She might. Good thinking.

Yuck!

Better make a shopping list.

Lots of, uh...

fresh fruit.

Maybe a chicken or something,

and we've got to lose
all the sugar cereals.

Oh, man, Bill, you're back.

Ah, thank God. We're kind of in
social service hell right now.

We're short one nanny.

...Boy, we really need your help.

Actually, uh, guys...

I got picked.

You know, to serve.

You've been drafted?

On a jury.

- Oh. -You're kidding.
What's the case?

Like, burglary or
assault or something?

Uh, it's, uh, murder...

one.

So I don't suppose
it's very likely

that you'll be back in the
next day or two, then.

I think when they sequester
you, it's a pretty bad sign.

So, you know, the point is, I...

I kind of won't be
keeping in touch.

Bill...

Oh, Bill...

Kirsten!

Bailey?

- Hey.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was just, uh, kind of
in the neighborhood,

so...

Is everyone okay? Owen?

Yeah, he's great. Owen's great.

- Oh! -He's going to
walk any day now.

You should see him.

Yeah, we're all...
we're all okay.

Charlie too.

That's great. That's great.

I've got to get to a seminar,
or I'm gonna be late.

Wait. Kirsten. Hold on a second.
Look...

Look, I know you don't
owe us anything.

I mean, you were great,

and Charlie kind of blew it,

and I can understand

if you just want to forget the
whole thing ever happened,

just pretend like you
never knew our names.

No. It's not like that at all.

It isn't?

Good. Good...

because the thing is, we
really, really need your help.

Well, surprise, surprise.

I'm here for my last check.

Right.

Of course.

You know, a bunch
of the other girls

are coming back to work.

Uniforms and all.

Good for them.

I don't need your
money that bad.

Well, can't you give
me another chance?

To do what?

Come up with some
other great ideas?

Mud wrestling? I don't think so.

Like you said, "Cash
register for a heart."

I don't know where you come
off being so judgmental.

I mean, you really don't
know a damn thing about me.

I know you fired a room full
of women who stood up to you.

That's because I had no choice.

...Listen, this is
a business, okay?

I am two weeks away

from being on the
street with nothing.

No, excuse me, not nothing.

A $10,000 loan and a bankruptcy,

so yeah, I may be looking
at the bottom line,

and I'm sorry if somehow
I disappointed you.

Disappointed me? What do I care?

Like you said, I don't
know you at all.

So run your business however you want.
It's got nothing to do with me.

Ah, Jesus.

Okay.

Okay.

You win.

What?

No more uniforms,

no more mud wrestling,

no more Topless Tuesdays.

Was that an option?

I guess I'll just have to find
another way to keep us in the black.

Why?

Because I don't want you to go.

Kirsten? Really? Just like that
she said she'd help us out?

I mean, did you have to talk her
into it, or did she just...

you know, when you told her about what was
going on with us, did she kind of volunteer?

What?

Why don't you ask what
you really want to know?

And what's that?

Is she still pissed?

Well?

Is she?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

She played it kind of cool,

although she did seem interested

when I told her you were
going back to school.

Wait a sec. You told her?

Yeah. What's the big deal?

I told you I didn't
want anyone to know.

Oh, for God's sake, Charlie,

you're not working
for the KGB here.

I mean, this is a great
thing you're doing.

- You should be proud...
- I'm dropping out.

What?

You are? Why?

Just forget it.

No, I don't want to forget it.
I want you to tell me why.

Because I've got other things
I've got to take care of, okay?

Because I don't have
an entire afternoon

to walk around a construction
site in Union Square.

Because I don't have
48 consecutive hours

to devote to a sketch problem.

Because I've got other
responsibilities.

Well, have you talked to Joe about this?
Because I'm sure...

Forget it.

So that's it, huh?

It's too much work.

It's too hard...

I don't need to hear this
from you, Bay, okay?

See, if you hadn't gone

and stuck your nose
in my business,

if you hadn't opened
your big, damn mouth,

no one would've known.

I could've just quit without
it being one more thing

on the list of things that
I have never finished.

I could've just bagged it.

I wouldn't have owed
anyone any explanation.

Hi, Artie.

Hey, Claudia.

So you ready to go?

Well...

Nice to meet you, Arthur.

We thought we'd take a few
minutes to get introduced

before you kids head out.

I'm sorry.

None of this would have
happened badly for me.

The first 10 minutes of
this movie are no big deal.

You didn't miss much.

Whopper?

Don't mind if I do.

So you're sure we'll be back

in time for Mrs. Gideon?

I checked the schedule.

We just can't stay for
the double feature.

Soda?

Fun, huh?

Excuse me.

Bathroom.

Me too.

Soda?

Sorry about this.

It's just kind of annoying.

I mean, why all the
questions about my parents?

And long-term goals?

What does that have
to do with anything?

And political affiliations?

Come on. Give me a break.

You know what else?

The first 10 minutes of this
movie is the best part.

Maybe I can convince
them to leave.

It's okay.

I kind of think I'm going
to go home anyway.

This is no fun.

See you in school.

You look great.

Hi.

He must've gained five pounds.

Oh, yes. Hi.

I missed you.

I missed you.

It's just a favor, Charlie.

Okay?

I am really sorry about
the other evening.

Things were a little hectic.

What with my play rehearsal.

And with me having to leave the
restaurant to make this delivery.

And with me forgetting
that Claudia was

spending time with Charlie

as a special treat.

I told him. Twice.

She did. She told me.

We're just happy you
could come back.

He just wanted to say
good night to everybody.

- Good night, Owen.
- Night, Owen.

Boy, something sure smells good.

Well, then it's not Owen.

I think my muffins are done.

Hold on a second. Just wait.

I came here to talk about what's
going on with this family,

and what I'm getting is a
very bad piece of theater.

After the fiasco of
the other night,

I spent some time
with your files

because I was worried about you,

worried particularly
about Owen and Claudia.

What I found was a
little unsettling.

I don't know what that could be.

Really?

Well, first of all, you've had four
nannies in the past nine months.

That's not a lot of
stability for a baby.

What's more, your latest nanny
doesn't seem to be here,

but your second one is here.

I can explain.

We can explain.

Julia...

your file says

that you have a job,

that you work at
Backstreet Burger

two nights a week,

but I checked,

and you don't.

You never have.

Claudia...

a police report was filed

less than 48 hours ago

that listed you as
a missing person.

I was at a friend's house.

We kind of overreacted.

No, you didn't. You
thought she was missing.

Look, Mrs. Gideon,

I can explain all of this stuff.

I can explain what's
going on with Claudia

and the nanny situation.

I promise you that everything

is under control around here.

I'm on top of things.

Are you really?

Yes, I am.

I'm not so sure
about that, Bailey.

Your records show that you're
nearly failing out of school.

Two courses. Math and Chemistry.

You're close to
academic probation.

That doesn't sound to me

like someone who's
on top of things.

I think we need to
take a serious look

at how well this family works.

Where do you work, huh?

Where does your money come from?
What is it, that club?

Right...

And you?

You think you were gonna
fail out of school

and no one was gonna notice?

You think they weren't
gonna come back to me

and say, "What the hell's
going on in this family?"

Things do not work around here!

They don't work!

No one tells the truth.

No one trusts anybody else.

Like you're one to talk.

I know I'm guilty too.

You're damn right, you are.

Would you all just stop?

What does this mean?

Does this mean we shouldn't
stay together like this?

- No.
- No.

Of course not.

What can they do to us?

Watch us all the time.

Watch everything we do.

They can just show up
any time they want?

They can just knock on the door

and say, "That's it, it's over"?

No.

I don't know, Claud.

I don't know.

Oh.

Now you show up.

Your shift started
at eight o'clock.

Where were you?

Morgan, I can't come
back to work here.

Come on.

Why not?

Because...

Well, it's complicated.

No, it's not.

What, you, uh...

You won't forgive me?

No, that's not it.

I can't explain, really.

Working here, it
just wouldn't be

the right thing for
me to do right now.

It'd cause problems.

One slightly offensive
judgment call...

and you're gonna write me off?

No.

All I'm saying is, uh...

That I can't be your employee.

Oh.

That's all?

I think I can live with that.

Good.

So I didn't blow it?

Not entirely.

Not yet.

There you are.

I was looking for you.

Look, I don't need you to
give me a hard time, okay?

Not after tonight.

Just tell me, Bay.

How bad is this school stuff?

I don't know.

Pretty bad, I guess.

Mr. Coveny keeps letting
me do extra credit work,

but I'm still
hovering around a D.

I have Miss Traugott
for Science.

Miss Traugott.

Yeah.

She never cuts anyone any slack.

I'm trying.

You know, it's not like
I'm just blowing it off.

I'm trying.

Why didn't you say
anything before?

I mean, why did you
keep this a secret?

That's kind of a funny question
coming from you, don't you think?

Where did we get this idea that
we've got to fail in private?

I mean, where did
that come from?

I don't know, man.

You know,

we could probably spring for a
tutor a couple hours a week.

I mean, cut back on the takeout,

eat in more.

That's got to save
some money, right?

You've got to keep up in school.

I know you've got a lot of
responsibilities around here.

I mean, I know there's a
lot you take care of,

but...

it's just not an excuse.

What?

Same goes for you, Charlie.

Same goes for you.

What are you doing
here, Claudia?

It's eight o'clock
in the morning.

Where are your
brothers and sisters?

Are you thinking of
splitting us up?

What?

No.

Listen, all I'm thinking about

is making sure you kids
are taken care of.

Maybe by splitting us up?

I am not the enemy, Claudia.

Yes, you are.

You may not want to
be, but you are.

No, sweetie.

To me you are.

I mean, I don't get it.

You make it sound like you're
doing this all for me.

I am.

Then why don't you just
ask me what I want?

Please, just ask me.

Claudia, I have to make sure

that you and your brother
are taken care of.

We are taken care of.

Two days ago,

your brothers and sister
had to go to the police

because they had no idea
where you were, Claudia.

That worries me.

That's because you only look
at the stuff we do wrong.

I don't think so, sweetheart.

What about all the
stuff we do right?

Come on. Like...

Like the fact that Bailey gets
up in the middle of the night

every night for Owen.

I mean, he's 16, and on
Friday nights, he babysits.

- Claudia...
- Julia trims my bangs

and she doesn't let me
watch movies on cable,

and Charlie has this rule

about eating
vegetables for dinner,

and Bailey went with my
class to the planetarium

with, like, three other mothers,

and they make me get my teeth get
cleaned twice a year, and...

and we all take turns
reading to Owen,

and I'm trying to think
of everything else...

Claudia, you...

What else do you want from us?

Tell me.

What more are we supposed to do?

Are we supposed to be perfect?

Of course not.

Are there that many families
who do that much better?

We made it through the
last nine months.

I don't think it can get
much harder than that.

Do you?

The only thing that's going
to ruin this for us,

and that's going to stop
us from being a family,

is you.

Okay, Claud. Breakfast.

What do you think would impress Mrs.
Gideon more...

Come and get it!

Scooping ice cream
at the Udder Delight

or working at Polk
Street Library?

Do you get to bring
home free ice cream?

Probably not.

Library.

Library.

I could probably give you a lift in a couple
of days a week on my way into Berkeley.

Thanks.

Claudia!

Where the hell is she?

Claudia!

- I don't believe this.
- Not again.

I'm gonna kill her.

God, Claud, what happened
to you leaving a note, huh?

After what we've been through,

can't you show us a
little consideration?

You want to tell
us where you were?

I went to see Mrs. Gideon...

to talk to her about us.

What did you say?

Wait a second.

- Claudia...
- What did she say?

She said

she expects to see you pulling
in at least a C average,

and she wants a letter from
any future employer of yours,

verifying your employment,

and she strongly recommends

we get a message board
to keep by the phone.

And?

And she'll see us in six months.

- You're kidding.
- What?

Claud, what'd you say to her?

How'd you convince her
to change her mind?

Claudia.

Look.

Oh, my God.

He's standing!

He's walking!

Oh, look at him!

He's definitely walking!

Strutted right across the room.

Yay, Owen!

You see him walk?

Do it again, Owen. Come on.

Come on. Try it again.

Come on, Owen.