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A lot of kids cry when their moms

drop them off on their first day

of pre-kindergarten.

Don't do that.

Once inside the classroom, you'll probably do some

counting... beads, Cheerios,

or something. Don't eat them, whatever they are.

Then you'll probably

color, glue, maybe cut.

Don't get regular scissors.

They'll only tear if you're a lefty, which you are.

Right.

Your other right.

Don't worry. After that,

you're pretty much in the home stretch.

Then you'll take a nap,

you'll have a snack.

Stay away if it's coconut, and then Mom

will come to pick you up.

Oh, yeah, and never ever

pick anything.

It'll come back to haunt you.

No crying, no coconut, no picking.

Got it.

Good. I'm glad we had this little talk.

Welcome to the Big Leagues.

What if I'm no good at school?

You're in the beginning.

Nobody's good in the beginning.

I hate to interrupt this seminar,

but one of us has a very big day tomorrow.

No kidding.

My day is completely booked...

School, lunch, recess, more school,

Happy, and then homework.

Where does the time go?

I have no idea, Simon.

But by this time tomorrow,

I'm gonna be tucking in a pre-kindergartner.

You're going to have a great time.

Ha!

Where does the time go?

Um, just so I know, you told him no, right?

Of course I said no.

I wouldn't go out with Michael Towner

if there was a cash prize involved.

But it wouldn't be any of your business if I did.

Believe that if it helps you sleep.

Thank you very much for dinner.

Oh, you're very welcome.

And thank you for letting me borrow this shirt.

I can't believe I spilled my milk.

I am such a geek.

Don't worry about it.

Simon spills something at every meal.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

We'll just wait till you get inside.

Um, that's okay.

I'm gonna go through the back

so I don't set off the alarm.

Okay.

Dad, stop, pull over.

What? What is it?

Suzanne forgot her science notebook,

and she has homework.

Okay,

we'll drop it off.

But that's it, okay?

No catching up on the events

of each other's lives during the past,

uh, four minutes.

I'd like to get home

before Ruthie has to leave for school in the morning.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

Isn't that her?

Oh.

Hey, Suzanne!

We were on our way back to your house.

You forgot your science folder.

Oh, I know. I was just trying to catch up with you.

Thanks. I have homework.

LUCY and SUE: Pages 119 to 127.

Hop in. We'll drive you home.

Um, that's okay.

It's just down the street a little.

Yeah, but I don't like you walking around

by yourself at night.

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ 7th 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 ♪

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ Mmm, 7th Heaven ♪

♪ 7th Heaven. ♪

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dad...

did Suzanne seem a little weird last night

when we dropped her off?

Well, you know, something was a little off,

but I'm not sure what.

Could you find out?

Uh, how?

I don't know.

Just get in there and root around.

Do what you usually do.

Well, I can't just butt into somebody's life

because we have a feeling something might be up.

Why? You do it all the time.

Well, not exactly.

I... I help people who ask for my help.

Oh, so my asking's not enough? Great!

That's not what I said. That's not what I said.

It's just what she heard.

Thanks. She'll be a real joy to ride with.

What's the matter, honey?

Not too hungry today, huh?

Opening day jitters, Mom.

Listen, eat something light... A little toast, maybe.

Throwing up at school is just as bad as crying.

Simon.

What? I'm just giving Ruthie the benefit of my experience.

I mean, come on, let's face it:

it has been a while since you and Mom were in school.

Honey, it's gonna be okay.

We know the teacher, and she's really, really nice.

And you're going to make a lot of friends.

I'm fine. I just don't like this cereal.

Good.

Oh, nice you could join us.

It won't happen again, Mr. Maki.

I wouldn't bet my outer shell electrons on that.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Where have you been?

I was worried about you.

My mom's car wouldn't start.

And this was the only thing I had clean

and not at the dry cleaners.

Do you mind?

Of course not. It looks good on you.

Uh, we're-we're mixing clear stuff

and clear stuff and getting yellow sludge.

Ooh, the miracle of science.

The real miracle would be figuring out

what Mr. Maki's hair is made of.

You know,

when I called you last night, your mom said

you weren't back from my house yet.

Maybe she didn't hear me come in.

I guess.

You know, it's a big house, and my mom's kind of a flake.

You do the math.

So, you ready?

How's my breath?

It's good. It smells like cheese.

Oh, good.

Okay...

So, want me to take her in for you?

Uh, Simon, thanks for the offer, but we took you your first day,

so we're gonna do the same for Ruthie.

You took him?

Yeah. We took all you kids.

He told me he took a cab and paid for it

with his own money. ERIC: Uh,

well, cabs are cheap on planet Simon.

Let go.

I want to go home.

Oh, sweetie, come on.

It'll be fine.

Come on. I want my mommy.

Mommy! I want...

Okay, uh, Simon, you better get going.

You don't want to be late.

I don't want to go to school!

Hi, Reverend,

Oh. Annie.

Hi.

Is this the last of the Camden clan?

Yeah. Yeah. You know.

I'm Mrs. Miller, your teacher.

I'm Ruthie Camden.

Nice to meet you, Ruthie.

Isn't she nice? Yeah.

And Mommy will be back.

Mommy will be back.

And look, I have Daddy's beeper.

Oh, yup. Here.

If you need me,

Mrs. Miller will beep me,

and I'll be here in two minutes, okay...?

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you.

Me, too, me, too, me, too, me, too, me, too.

Look, modeling clay!

Oh!

We will see you later.

See you later? Yeah.

I'm okay. Are you okay?

My little baby's a pre-kindergartner.

No crying.

I know.

Hey.

Michael Towner thinks he's such a player,

and he's such a total jerk.

Yeah. Just be glad he didn't ask you out.

Well, I don't think he took your turn-down real well.

What makes you say that?

My boyfriend told me there's something

on the guys' bathroom wall that makes it sound like

you did more than go out with him.

A lot more.

What does it say?

He didn't give me the details.

Get Matt to check it out.

Yeah. Okay.

See you later.

Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

"You'll always score with Mary Camden

because she loves to go one-on-one."

So, what about you?

How much jammin' did you take?

I completely blew my ears out

at that rave party last weekend.

I've just been nodding at my mom all week.

Who knows what I've agreed to.

Yeah, the guy who threw that party

can't have any stereo left, or stomach lining,

after the stuff they were pounding.

And the hangover those guys must've had,

man, it'd have been easier just to have my dad kill me.

Yeah, no kidding.

And mine would have.

Oh, here it is.

"You'll always score with Mary Camden

because she loves to go one-on-one."

I'm going to kill this guy.

This can't be right.

I hope no one made us

while we were out in the open.

Just act natural.

Blend.

Apartment "C." Sanders.

That's her name, but she can't live here.

Then why is her name on the mailbox?

Maybe she takes her allowance

and uses it to pay for her own place because her mom is so mean

that she can't take living in the same house with her.

Or maybe she just lives here and doesn't want anyone to know.

Hey, you guys look lost.

No, no.

Um, we're just looking for someone.

Yeah, we just got the wrong building.

Oh.

Do you need directions or anything?

No, we're fine.

Thank you anyway.

Okay.

If that was her mom,

she didn't seem too mean, did she?

No, but maybe she was battling

to keep her dark side at bay the whole time.

We never should have come here.

You know, I've seen a detention slip before,

but I'm pleasantly surprised

to see your name on it and not mine.

Have fun. Don't sit in the back.

This is my third tardy

this month, and Mom and Dad are gonna kill me.

So I was thinking maybe you would sign it.

No, no, no. See, I'm the "relieved it's not me" brother

not "parent or guardian."

No, actually, you're the "I went to a rave last weekend

"with some guys who were drinking when I said

I was at the movies" brother.

You know, I don't know where you get your information,

but you need another source.

Save it... I heard you talking about it in the bathroom.

Who loves Jennifer?

Brad. "True love forever."

You were in the guys' bathroom? Yeah,

there was something written about me on the wall,

and I wanted to check it out for myself.

You know, it doesn't matter anyway

'cause I didn't do anything at the party.

Oh, yeah, that's the part Mom and Dad are gonna focus on.

Fine.

And don't worry about Michael.

I'm going to take care of him.

No, you won't.

I can take care of my own problems.

Really? You just blackmailed your own brother

to take care of one of them.

Yep, and admit it: you're a little bit proud.

You know, somehow, some way

this is going to blow up

in our faces and lead to groundings,

ugly recriminations and tears.

Only if you plan on crying.

Hmm.

What's that?

An advisory from Ruthie's school.

"Be advised, it is against the law as well as school policy

"to bring or have a weapon on school property at any time.

"This includes regular school hours,

"all after school activities,

"school bus transportation.

"Possession of a weapon is forbidden

"on an individual's person,

in a locker, gym bag, backpack, or on the bus."

That's Ruthie's?

"Prohibited weapons include, but are not limited to,

"knives, firearms, switchblades, razors,

blackjacks, chains or whips of any kind."

There's a place for our signatures and... Ruthie's.

You've gotta be kidding.

We didn't go through this with any of the others.

Well, it has been five years

since the last of our "others" started school.

I don't know.

They want Ruthie to sign this?

She doesn't even stay in the lines when she's coloring.

Well...

Man, I hate this.

Me, too.

Unbelievable.

Something we can do for you?

I hope so.

Well, shoot.

No offense, Dad, but alone?

I've got stuff to do anyway.

Come on.

What? Oh, I have to sit down?

This must be serious.

I thought you might want the lumbar support,

but yes, it is serious.

Oh, okay.

Well, I'm comfortable.

Let's have it.

Well, um, I...

I know you're a good mom and everything, but...

But...?

You absolutely, positively

cannot under any circumstances ever kiss me

on or around any school property ever again.

Oh, well, um, I-I'll do my best.

Under any other circumstances that would be acceptable,

but in this case, I need more.

You have to promise.

Even if my cheek is on fire,

you cannot use your lips to put it out.

You have to let me go.

I know it's tough, but that's just the way it's gotta be.

I understand.

You have my word.

Good.

You almost ruined my life today.

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

What do you mean "almost"?

Well, um, I kinda told the kids

that you were having a nervous breakdown

about Ruthie going to school.

Lucky for me

that you started crying when she went in.

They totally bought it.

Nice touch. Thanks.

Oh, yeah, well, anything to help.

Yeah, well, I was a desperate man.

I have to face those kids every day.

It's a jungle out there, you know.

Yeah, so I'm learning.

What are we doing?

Nothing.

So, Mom,

are you taking me and Ruthie to school tomorrow or is Dad?

Uh, your Dad.

I'm not going tomorrow.

What do you mean you're not going?

I went today. I'm done with pre-kindergarten.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I paid good attention.

You have to go every day.

What's he babbling about?

Your school's every day, just like the other kids.

Every day?

Uh-huh.

For the rest of my life?

Duh.

Why didn't you teach me this?

'Cause I thought you already knew.

How could I know unless somebody teaches me?

I didn't know she was such a powder keg.

Honey, I thought you like going to school.

I like peanut butter, but I don't want it every day.

If I'd known pre-kindergarten was every day,

I would never have signed up for it.

This is all your fault.

Ruthie Camden,

where did you learn to do something like that?

School. And I'm never going back.

Ever.

Um, that should be an "R," not a "T."

Do you need me

or can you wait till I'm done before you grade this?

Actually, Suzanne needs you.

Which means I sort of need you,

you know, through her because we're best friends.

Yes, yes, I've heard.

Continue.

Well, remember how we thought something was weird

when we dropped her off last night?

Yeah.

Well, we were right.

She doesn't live where she said she does.

She lives in an apartment downtown, off of Genesee Avenue.

And how do you know this?

Because Jimmy and I followed her home.

You did what?

Something wasn't right, and I had to find out what.

So, I told Matt that Jimmy's mom was driving us home

and we tailed her.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

What time was that exactly?

That's a high crime area.

You had no business being anywhere near that part of town,

especially not by yourself.

What was I supposed to do?

I asked you to help, and you didn't.

Besides I wasn't by myself, I was with Jimmy,

and he's an expert at acupressure point defense.

He could take any guy down by just poking him... there.

Um... here?

I'm not the expert, he is.

I should ground you, but you're already grounded.

Just don't go to that part of town ever again.

Okay.

But Suzanne has to.

She lives there every day.

Get me her address.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, Dad.

I'm not promising anything.

You know, that may be the only place they can afford.

You'll figure out something.

You always do.

I'm so glad it seems that way.

Hi, Ms. Sanders? Eric Camden.

Oh, of course, Lucy's dad.

Yeah. The minister.

Suzanne's told me all about you.

Come on in. Oh, all right. Well, thanks.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Well, I've got to leave for work in a few minutes,

but I've got time for a refill

if, uh, you want a cup of coffee.

Well, that'd be great. Thanks.

I'm returning Suzanne's blouse.

She, uh, she spilled something on it,

uh, the other night at dinner,

and my wife cleaned it up for her.

Oh, that's very nice of her,

and very nice of you to drop it off.

Well, I'm-I'm glad

I got the right address.

Uh, Suzanne had us drop her off

at a different one the other night.

Oh. Suzanne's dad Bill and I divorced a couple of years ago,

and our standard of living isn't quite the same as it used to be.

You guys okay?

Oh, yeah.

Between... my jobs

at the motel and waiting tables,

we're hanging in.

Please, sit down.

Of course, I can't lie.

Things would be a lot easier, but my ex

doesn't believe in child support.

Well, the courts do.

Yes, but the courts aren't

on the same timetable as my landlord and creditors...

which is okay... I don't mind a little hard work.

The worst part is Suzanne thinks her dad doesn't love her

because he doesn't help take care of her.

I try to explain it has nothing to do with her...

He's just mad at me...

But sometimes actions or lack thereof

speak louder than words, you know?

Yes, I do.

Listen, there's a couple lawyers

in my congregation who handle this kind of thing.

Would it be okay with you if I asked them to look into this?

Oh, you could, but I've talked to him,

and I've had lawyers talk to him.

It doesn't do any good.

Well, maybe I should take a crack at him.

Oh, oh, I would love to hear what he'd say to a reverend

about not taking care of his daughter.

Let's find out.

That's his used car place

down-down by the freeway, isn't it?

Yeah. Well...

Oh, honey, Lucy's dad dropped by Hey.

To deliver your blouse.

I'm so sorry. I thought she'd still be in school.

You want me to go after her? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I-I'll go.

You'll just, uh, let me know what he says?

I have a feeling I'm going to need a good laugh today.

Okay.

What was that look for? She's giving me a dirty look.

This is getting really old.

I hate that guy.

Him and his sad, sad friends.

Why don't you let Matt take care of him?

'Cause I don't want to make a big deal out of it.

I was just hoping the whole thing would go away.

Mary Camden is such a tease.

So much for hope.

What did you say?

Me? I didn't say anything.

What is your problem?

I don't have a problem. I mean, what's yours?

You didn't get enough of me last time?

You're pathetic.

Oh... I told you she was hot-blooded.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Just stay out of this, okay?

I will for now.

We colored with glitter,

then we sang, then we played house.

I was the mother, so I rewired the house on a clapper system.

We had a great day.

I'm jealous just hearing about it.

Would you, uh, please take this upstairs

and put it on my bed?

Okay.

"Great" day?

Last night, she swore she'd never go back.

She met someone.

Really?

A boy someone.

Oh.

Dad, do you have a minute?

Uh, well, actually, uh, I have an appointment,

but, uh, for you, I'm always happy

to find a minute or two.

Thanks a lot, Reverend.

For what?

For humiliating my best friend by being at her house

when she came home... I was waiting

for Matt to pick me up when Suzanne's mom drove by

and asked me if I'd seen Suzanne.

She explained everything.

Suzanne will probably never speak to me again,

and that is if her mom even finds her.

I'm sorry. I-I know how important a best friend is,

but y-you asked me to check into the situation, and I did.

I-I meant to be gone before Suzanne got back, but...

By the way, you might want to change your tone of voice

before I'm as mad at you as you are at me.

It's just that I didn't want you to take care of it this way.

What way?

The way that ends up

with my best friend not talking to me.

So, are you heading out?

Yeah, I got to go see a deadbeat dad.

Oh, well, I think I have your cape in here somewhere,

but you're on your own for the phone booth.

My superpowers may have been overrated.

Oh, not even a little.

See you later.

I did great on my math test today.

I guess overconfidence is the real enemy now.

Do you think I'm overconfident?

Tell me how your day was. Don't skip a minute.

Come on, Ruthie, at least tell me if it was okay.

My day was fine.

I have a new best friend named Skyler,

and he's a superhero.

Yeah, right. The Tick.

Talk to the hand.

What?

Talk to the hand,

'cause the ears aren't listening.

And who taught you that?

Skyler.

Hey, what do you know about this Skyler guy?

Well, I know that he's coming over to play tomorrow.

Well, I don't want to worry you,

but I don't think he's a good influence on Ruthie.

Oh, well, uh...

I'll keep a close eye on him.

That's it? You're just going to let this guy

and his undermining, upstart ways

just waltz right into the house, just like that?

Yes.

You're going to take a chance

on this character? Fine.

I like your gambling spirit.

What kind of a name is Skyler anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

A superhero name?

I said I'd take care of it, and I will.

You know, I don't think how and when are unreasonable questions.

I'll tell you how and when.

In my own way, in my own time.

You know, this whole thing is driving me crazy.

Why? It's not your problem.

'Cause you're my sister, and I won't stand for someone

talking trash about my sister.

You won't "stand for it"?

No. You know, one guy's

warped ego's enough for me

to deal with this week.

I don't need yours, too.

Well, I'm sorry this whole thing

bothers me more than it bothers you.

Yeah, me too.

Al, you have a call on line one.

Al, call, line one.

Excuse me. Hi. I-I'm Eric Camden.

I'm the minister down at Glenoak.

I-I'm looking for Bill Sanders.

Well, you just found him.

How are you? Oh, hey.

Nice to me you.

So, what's the church's special need

this month: a new organ,

furnace or, uh, water heater?

Oh, all of those, actually, b-but that's not why I'm here.

Um... your ex-wife asked me to give you a call.

Things are a little tough, and they could use some help.

Well, if you know that much,

you know there's no love lost between us.

So you're punishing Suzanne

'cause you're mad at your ex-wife?

Wait a second, you just leave my daughter out of this.

If I could, I wouldn't be here.

She took her mother's side.

She had to live with the consequences.

Well, l-let me bring you up to date on those consequences.

Uh, y-your daughter's living in a rundown apartment

in an unsafe neighborhood, going without things she needs,

because... they can't make ends meet on her mom's two jobs.

If my daughter needed me, she could've called me.

Well, maybe she can't call.

Maybe... maybe she thinks you don't love her.

If she thinks that, it's my ex-wife's fault.

Look, if Suzanne called you,

would you catch up with the child support?

I'd buy her a pair of shoes or something.

You ever wonder why Suzanne doesn't call?

No.

Well, maybe you should.

Thanks for your time.

Any word from Suzanne?

She's probably never going to speak to me again.

What do you say we shoot a little pool,

you know, I mean, if you feel like talking?

Really?

Just you and me?

Yeah.

I'll get my coat.

May I be excused?

Yes.

Why aren't you and your sister talking?

What's going on?

Nothing.

I won't worry if you tell me not to.

Don't worry.

May I?

Thanks.

I wasn't talking to Simon, either,

but now I am, even though I don't need to,

because I have a new best friend who's a superhero.

Oh?

You may not need me,

but you'll miss me.

Ha, ha.

Oh, let's see, let's see...

Get us a couple of sodas, would you, Luce?

Now.

You following me?

No, I'm just shooting pool with my daughter.

So you didn't just

show up here to show me

what a real father/daughter relationship ought to be?

Only you can decide

what a father/daughter relationship should be.

This...

is just a coincidence.

A pool playing minister?

I hadn't heard that one before.

Well, maybe you need to get out more, Bill.

I'm Suzanne's dad.

I suppose you're in on this, too.

You don't want to mess with my kid.

You say you're a pool player, huh?

Prove it.

I'm sorry. I don't... I don't play for money.

Maybe you should start.

Yeah, Dad.

Maybe you should start.

20 bucks...

Two weeks' allowance.

Okay, Luce, rack 'em up.

Hi.

Hi.

What, did you knock over a liquor store on the way home?

Oh, well, it's just, uh...

just a little overdue child support.

Hey.

I knew you'd end up here eventually.

Knowing what kind of guy you are, I had a pretty good idea

what you were going to do with that money.

You don't know what kind of guy I am.

Anyone who spends five minutes with you

knows what kind of guy you are.

Even if you're killing him at the pool table at the time...

game after game after game.

Would you like to...?

Yeah, I would... very much.

It's a good reason as any to see my daughter.

Yeah, maybe the best. Course, you're going

to have to see your ex-wife, too.

Oh, I can handle that.

What I can't handle is this.

I can't come up with one lump payment,

but I can find the money to get them out of here.

Look, I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds before.

Suzanne is my daughter's best friend.

You know how important a best friend is.

I know how important any friend can be.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Hey, Suze.

Somebody here to see you.

It won't take me so long to get here next time.

I love you, kiddo.

Just ignore him.

The guy's a creep.

Don't let him get to you.

Yeah, he's not worth your energy.

He hassles tons of girls.

You're no different than they are.

Oh, yes, I am.

I'm the one who's not going to take it.

You know, it says "Men's Room" for a reason.

Listen, Michael, this whole thing has gone far enough.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Give me a break.

Oh, so I guess you're here

to fight your little sister's battles for her.

Look, she doesn't need me to fight her battles for her.

If you had half a brain, you'd have known that

before you decided to take her on.

You put that stuff on the wall, you mark it off.

Sorry, but that's just not going to happen.

But I'll tell you what,

you can have you pen back as a lovely parting gift.

Slam and dunk.

She'll always be faster, and she'll always be smarter.

That's why I don't have to fight her battles for her.

4:00, my office.

4:00?

And it won't hurt either one of you to have

a little cool downtime in detention.

Ooh, busted.

I'm really sorry for being such a jerk before.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

It's not okay to treat your best friend like that.

It's just since the divorce.

I mean, I know my clothes aren't that great

and our apartment...

I was kinda embarrassed.

It doesn't matter.

Look around... Of course it matters.

To me. It doesn't matter to me.

You know the house we live in,

it's not ours, it's the church's.

And that shirt you borrowed, my sister's.

Thanks.

I talked to my dad.

Really? Yeah.

He's helping us get a new apartment.

I don't know how your dad did it, but I really appreciate it.

I'll tell him.

So, how was taking to your dad?

Weird at first, but then okay.

It's just... he's trying.

It hurts too much to be mad at my dad.

I know.

Suzanne says "hello" and "thank you."

And I say, "Ditto."

You're both welcome.

Hey, keep an eye on your sister and Skyler, will you?

Sure.

Skyler's here?

The superhero guy?

Yes, and I want you to leave them alone.

They're playing very nicely in the living room.

Skyler's sister should be here any minute.

Oh, and will you, uh,

keep him busy?

I'll do what I can.

So your sister shoved a guy's head in the toilet?

Up to the collar. You'd have been proud.

He's been hassling her all week.

I asked, and you told me not to worry.

You didn't have to. I'm her older brother

and it's my job to look out for her.

I stay awake so you guys don't have to.

Thank you.

Ah! See ya.

Show me. Show me.

That kid's a superhero.

And do you know what I am? I'm yesterday's news.

You might as well line a hamster cage with me.

Are you kidding? Your job is just beginning.

What are you talking about?

Well, she's always going to need you.

I mean, half the time she won't know it,

and she'll never admit it, but you're older

and you know it and that'll be enough.

The tricky part is teaching her how to take care of herself.

Well, I'll do my best.

She's a handful.

It could be worse.

How'd you like to be Mary and have to keep an eye on Lucy?

Well, then I'd have to quit school.

She's a full-time job. Oh, yeah.

And as the oldest, I have to look out for everybody,

including you.

And when do you ever have to look out for me?

I'm doing it right now.

But don't worry, sometimes sisters

can come in handy.

Oh, hi. You must be Skyler's sister.

I'm Simon, Ruthie's much older brother.

Let me take that violin case from you.

I love the violin, by the way,

our four-stringed friend.

The kids are right in the living room.

I want to file assault charges.

Fine.

And Mary, I'm assuming you'll want to file

sexual harassment charges?

What did you think that was?

Messing around, joking, having fun?

It's not.

It's sexual harassment.

You know, I'm not the least bit surprised

that you see it this way.

Mr. Towner, I understand

that you would rather believe

that this is about sisterhood

when in fact, it's about right and wrong.

You see, your belief is incorrect

and holding fast to it at this point

is really not going to help anyone,

especially your son.

So Mary, how do you want to handle this?

It's over. I just want to let it go.

Really?

I'm not inclined to be as generous as you are.

You talk trash, you write trash,

your dare to snap this woman's bra strap?

At the very least your head is gonna wind up in a toilet.

You harass another human being in this building,

and you will find that you have no friend here, got it?

Yeah. Good.

Now go spread the word.

I know you're good at that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mary, don't make a habit out of waiting so long

to ask someone for help next time.

Okay. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

There's one more thing.

I got stuck in the boys' bathroom

a couple of days ago and was late for class,

so I forged your names on the detention slip.

Weekend.

Okay.

Just know that there's always gonna be somebody around

who'll try to take your dignity,

your self-esteem.

But don't let them take your voice.

I'll try.

Maybe we should just keep Ruthie home

for ten to 15 years.

I've had my first nap. And...?

She's not staying home.

Oh.

How long till she gets out of school?

Including graduate and medical school, 25 years.

We'll never make it.