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Hey, Matt, what's up?

Oh, hey, Mitch.

So what's on your party plate this weekend?

Nothing.

Well, listen, me and a couple of guys

are heading over to Johnny D's house,

you know, kick back, mellow out.

Care to join us?

No, I can't. Come on, man,

Johnny's folks are out of town.

Thanks man, but I've got to get home.

Come on, preacher boy, it's Friday,

what else you got going on, a hot date?

Oh, man, sorry, I forgot about Heather.

Those long distance things bite.

Look, you change your mind, give me a call, okay?

Yeah, yeah. Maybe some other time.

All right.

In the meantime, how about a little something

to uh, tide you over for the weekend?

Here's a joint.

Guaranteed to knock you on your butt.

♪ 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. ♪

Hey, Happy.

Hi.

Hey, girl.

You have a good day?

Of course you did.

It's not like Ruthie and I don't appreciate it, Mom.

It's just being picked up from school by your mom isn't that cool anymore.

What about your big brother?

Way cooler.

Good answer.

Anyway, as I was saying,

next time you have one of those parent-teacher conference things

we'd just as soon wait for Matt.

No offense.

So, how'd the meeting go, Mom?

Ruthie's busted.

I can't wear this shirt anymore.

Well, Ruthie's teacher was a little concerned

because she had on the same shirt

three days in a row.

She thought there might be

something wrong at home.

But I informed her that Ruthie's a big girl now

and that she's

been dressing herself.

I told her the rule.

And the rule is?

If you're old enough to pick out

your own clothes, you're old enough to do your own laundry.

Only you don't seem to be catching on

to the second part of the equation.

The laundry part.

Let me guess...

This is your favorite shirt?

But still, I don't see

why she'd wear it three days in a row.

Ruthie's just expressing her independence, Simon.

More like expressing her smell.

Do you want people to think that she was raised in a barn?

Moo.

That's not funny.

She's not only wearing it

during the day, she's wearing it at night, too.

I just wear the next day's outfit to bed,

that way when I wake up, I'm already dressed to go.

I think Ruthie would be a lot hipper

if she had more clean clothes to choose from.

So maybe you could start showing her the laundry ropes.

Yeah, 'cause the only clean thing I have to wear

to dinner is my pajamas.

Fine. Come on.

Hey, Simon, hey, Ruthie.

I want to braid my hair like that.

It's just a stage.

She'll grow out of it.

Hi, girls. Hey, mom.

Do we have any eye drops?

My allergies are really bothering me.

It's not pollen season.

I know, it's incense season.

I told you to stop burning that stuff.

I'm not burning it.

Yeah, she's just stuck it all over the room.

Oh, by the way, Wilson's going to come by later

after he puts Billy to bed, if that's okay.

Just make sure that he goes home at a reasonable hour, okay?

'Cause your father's had a long week.

Mom, since I'm not allowed

to date yet, I was wondering if it would be okay

if I would invite Rod over for dinner

instead of a date per se.

How old is this Rod

and how exactly do you plan to go out, per se?

Does he drive?

Relax, mom, he's 14,

and he drives a moped.

What?

He's a very mature guy

and I emphasize the word guy.

He's very manly.

I think we'd better run this one by your father.

So... what is it that makes this guy so manly?

You'll see.

All the girls talk about him.

I'm just wondering if maybe this guy

is the reason that you're dressing so differently?

Maybe.

I knew it had to be a guy.

Hey, Happy.

Matt, what are you doing tonight?

Not much, just hanging out.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Hi.

Has Happy been outside today?

No, just in the backyard. Why? No reason, just wondering.

Oh, man, my eyes are killing me.

Give me one of those.

Hey, uh-uh-uh. No more snacking.

You're going to spoil your dinner.

Hey, Dad, remember when you said Wilson could stop by

after dinner tonight?

I was hoping you and Mom could, you know,

find something else to do upstairs

since it's kind of like a date.

While we're on the subject,

Mom said it's okay with her,

if it's okay with you, if my new friend Rod

came over for dinner.

Dad? Dad?

Hmm?

Oh, you know what, girls?

Tonight's not such a good night for company.

But I cleared this on Wednesday.

Mom!

Honey, it's just you know, for a couple of hours.

Oh, uh, can we, could we talk for a minute upstairs.

Sure.

Something's up.

Yeah, did you see Dad spacing out back there?

You guys are paranoid.

Maybe, but he was staring at you.

Well, he might have been staring at me,

but he ruined your big plans for the evening.

If something's up, it's about you two.

I know you must be exhausted,

but I don't think we should keep the girls

from having their friends over, you know?

I'd rather have them here than someplace else.

Is that what I think it is?

Marijuana.

Happy dropped it right by my feet when I came home.

And unless the dog's running

a lucrative side business, I got a feeling

a certain teenager brought this into our house.

Are you sure it's pot?

Yeah.

Oh, that's what it is all right.

Oh, you think?

I got a pretty good idea.

Six-foot white male,

last spotted in the kitchen inhaling cookies.

Wait a minute, Eric.

That is not proof that he is using drugs.

Who else could it be?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, have you seen Mary and her bloodshot eyes?

So she's allergic to something.

Lucy's incense, but it could just

as easily be either of them.

You know, Mary stopped hanging out with the girls on her team.

She keeps to herself.

And Lucy,

all of a sudden she's dressing like a bad poet,

throwing around words like "per se."

It's not Mary and I know it's not Lucy.

Do you?

What about Simon?

Simon?

He's in his first year

of junior high.

It's a new school with older kids. Who knows?

I don't suppose you've got something on Ruthie?

Forget it, she can't even dress herself.

It's just that I know it's Matt.

And if it isn't,

and you accuse him of something this serious,

without any proof,

who knows what's going to happen.

Well, okay.

How do you think this got into the house?

I don't know.

But neither do you.

And frankly, I don't think your relationship with Matt

can withstand any false accusations.

That joint may not even belong to any of our kids.

One of their friends

could have brought it in.

Who's this new guy Lucy's talking about.

I never met him.

I think he gave her the incense.

You don't suppose

it could be Wilson?

I don't know, but then I didn't even suspect

that he was a teenage father.

Has Matt had any friends over?

Not lately.

How are we going to find out?

You talk to families with the drug problems every day.

You know, what do you tell them?

I suppose we could try casually talking

to each of the kids about drugs.

Maybe the guilty party will feel pressured and come forward.

Good idea.

Yeah, and come to think of it,

maybe we should let the girls have guests tonight...

I want to talk to Wilson.

And I'd like to check out this new guy Lucy's talking about.

Rod.

Rod.

And what's Matt up to tonight?

He said he was just going to hang out.

Good, good.

I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

You hang on

to the evidence, okay? Okay.

You can't wear your bathing suit to dinner.

Why not?

Mom says I can dress myself anyway I want to.

Besides, it's either

this or my pajamas.

Unless I pull something out of the hamper again.

No, no, no. I think we've smelled

about enough of that trick for a while.

Just wear the swimsuit until we wash the stuff.

Okay.

Now, the first thing you have to learn about doing the wash,

is you have to separate your colors.

I separate my colors.

These colors?

What?

My crayons?

This is hopeless.

Girls?

I just wanted to tell you, your mom and I

talked it over, and we decided

it's fine if you still want to have a guest over tonight.

Really?

Really.

And I apologize for being a little short before

in the kitchen.

It's just... it's been a tough week.

Well, that's great.

I mean, not about your week.

It's okay, Luce, I know what you mean.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks a lot.

Don't mention it.

I always enjoy talking to Wilson,

and I'm looking forward to meeting this, uh...

Rod.

Right, Rod.

You're going to like him. He's not like all the other guys.

And that's a good thing?

Um, Dad, when you say

you enjoy talking to Wilson,

I was just wondering how long do you plan on talking to him?

Until the conversation gets interesting.

He's up to something.

I don't care, I got a date.

Listen, you and Rod try to stay clear of me and Wilson tonight.

Oh, really?

I thought we'd just sit there

and stare at the two of you.

Oh! I've got to find something to wear.

Oh, tired of black already?

No, I just need something to enhance it.

Something...

womanly.

Like one of mom's scarves.

You might want to ask her first.

She won't care.

What are you doing?

Mom doesn't let us go through her stuff.

That's when we were kids.

You're on your own.

Oh, my God.

What?

Is that what I think it is?

What else could it be?

Mom and Dad are smoking pot.

Oh, man.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Tell me about it.

I can't believe our parents smoke pot.

We don't know that for sure.

They're the last people on Earth anyone would suspect.

You know, it might just be Mom.

After all, it was in her dresser

and if only one of the two of them were smoking,

it would have to be her.

Yeah, I can see it.

I mean, it must be tough

playing a minister's wife all the time.

And don't forget, she did grow up in the '60s.

No wonder Mom always seems so happy.

I mean think about it.

That's probably why she's always in the kitchen baking something.

I don't know, I guess.

But I do know that I don't want this in my possession

any longer than it has to be so I'm putting it back

where I found it.

That's a good idea, Mom might miss it.

This is Mitch, you know what to do at the beep.

Hey, it's Matt, where are you guys?

Listen, I changed my mind.

I think I want to go out tonight, give me a call.

Hey.

How are things at the fluff and fold?

Oh, okay.

I'm just waiting for Ruthie to come back down.

She's separating her clothes.

So you've been in junior high for what, six weeks now?

How's it going?

Well, it's called middle school, Dad.

You know, what can I say?

It's the middle. I'm halfway.

Yeah, but I mean, compared to elementary school,

it must seem bigger, scarier?

No, nah.

I heard that this is the year that you learn

about drug abuse in health class.

That's major league stuff.

No, not really.

It all seems pretty stupid, actually.

Stupid?

Yeah, it's just all these videos of junkies laying in alleys,

needles sticking out of their arms,

you know, drooling all over themselves.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist

to figure out how dumb drugs are.

Yeah, it's hard to fathom

how anybody could do that to themselves.

But you know, maybe those junkies started out

just smoking a joint someone handed them

at a party or on the school bus

or the school cafeteria.

Yeah, maybe.

I just don't understand why anyone

would start using any kind of drug in the first place.

Me neither.

Well, when you figure it out, Dad, let me know.

Hello?

Uh, yes, just a minute please.

Who's calling?

It's for you. It's Mitch.

Oh.

Hey, Mitch, what's up?

Yeah, swing by and pick me up.

What time?

Okay, thanks.

That was Mitch.

Yeah, I know.

We're probably going to go hang out tonight.

Uh, where you going? Probably down to the pool hall

or over to Mitch's girlfriend's house.

I thought you were just going

to hang around the house tonight.

Yeah, well, you know, I was,

but you know, Mitch and the guys

have been trying to get me out of the house

so I won't be sitting around just thinking about Heather.

That's very thoughtful of them.

Yeah.

How do I look?

Oh...

well,

it's very... Twiggy.

Who?

No one.

It's... an interesting look.

Interesting?

I just don't know if you're old enough for it, Luce.

Relax, Dad.

There's no warning label on eye shadow.

It's safe for all ages.

Exactly uh, what grade is this Rod in?

Same year as I'm in.

And how old?

Same age as me.

Mm-hmm. What do you know about his parents?

Does he have both parents around?

I guess.

They go to church?

I didn't ask.

What kind of work do they do?

I don't know. Are you in a bad mood or something?

No, not in a bad mood. Should I be in a bad mood?

Oh, well, is everything okay with you and Mom?

What?

I was just asking, that's all.

Hey, Mar.

Feeling better? Huh?

Your allergies.

Oh, yeah, much better, thanks.

I flushed the incense down the toilet.

Great, great.

Uh, do either of you guys happen to know what happened

to all the matches that were on the mantelpiece?

I know I had a whole box of blue-tip matches

here someplace.

A little warm for a fire tonight, isn't it?

Well, I... I wasn't looking for them for any particular reason.

I just wanted to know what happened to them.

I don't know, Dad, maybe you should ask Mom.

What do you mean?

Nothing. It's just that Mom usually knows

where everything is in the house.

Is there something that you two

are trying to tell me?

Anything you want to tell us?

Well, yes,

as a matter of fact there is something.

Come here, sit down.

I can't help but notice how fast the two of you are growing up.

And well, I just want you both to know

that you can come to me, or your mother, with anything.

The fact that I happen to be a minister

doesn't mean I don't know how scary it can be out there.

In fact, I may know more than you think.

For instance, I know

that kids can make mistakes sometimes.

Even my own.

So...

that being said,

is there anything you two might want to talk about?

Don't be shy.

Well, there is one thing.

The airwaves are open.

Anything.

You know how you're always checking on Wilson and me

like every five minutes?

Yeah?

Well, could you please not do that so much?

That's it?

Yeah, and I was kind of hoping the same thing.

We know you mean well and everything.

It's just, we would appreciate a little more...

Trust.

Trust.

I see.

Anything else?

Yeah.

You might want to spend a little bit more time with Mom.

Yeah, it's just that being a mom and a wife and everything,

it's probably a lot harder than people think.

Just make sure you always pull all your money

out of the pockets.

You could make a killing checking Dad's pants.

What does this say?

Don't worry about it.

Mom put a mark here for us.

All you have to do is turn the dial

to this point

and then pull.

Not yet, we have to put in the soap.

How do you know how much soap to use?

Just let the water run a little and then just add a cup.

Want me to go get a cup?

No need. Let me show you a little trick of the trade.

Just make sure it's one

of Mom's bras.

Otherwise you won't have enough soap

to clean the clothes.

Got it.

And never, never, never,

open the washing machine when it's running.

It'll break your arm off.

Repeat please.

Never, never, never, open the washing machine

when it's running.

I got it.

Hi, Rod.

Hey, babe.

W-W-Welcome, Rod.

I'm the father.

Yeah, and this is my mom,

and the rest of them.

Want to show me your bike?

A bike?

It-It's a Moped.

Can I check it out, too?

Sure thing, little man.

Hey, you insured?

Hey, nobody gets on that bike!

Unbelievable.

Well, I remind you that he's a guest in our house.

Somebody should remind him of that.

Oh...

Do you know this kid, Lucy's friend, Rod?

Not really.

He's wearing a Rastafarian T-shirt

and he's got a mustache.

Yeah, I saw him.

Looks like he's trying pretty hard to be cool.

I see.

Now would Rastafarians be cool because of their music,

their religion, or just 'cause they smoke pot?

Well, I don't think you need to worry about some furry-lipped

suburban kid on a Moped being a true Rastafarian.

No, me either, but maybe I do need to worry if my daughter's

seeing some guy who's doing drugs.

Got any ideas how I could tell,

you know, if this guy is smoking pot?

I have no idea.

Oh, for some strange reason I thought you might.

Hmm.

Matt, I need to talk to your father for a moment.

Sure.

Matt... I know it's him.

Okay, look, before this goes any farther.

There's something I need to tell you.

I knew someday

he'd do something stupid.

I just was hoping it wouldn't be anything

this stupid.

The thing is, the summer before I went off to college,

I did a little experimenting myself.

I'm sorry, what?

I'm trying to tell you, before you come down on the kids...

I want you to know that I've smoked pot.

Hey, Mom, great meat loaf.

Can we save a plate for Wilson?

Yes.

Top notch, really.

Sorry, I didn't know Rod was a vegetarian.

Wouldn't want him to get meat on his mustache.

It was a culinary delight, Mom.

"Culinary" is one of my spelling words.

Thanks, uh, the salad was awesome.

If you eat in your bathing suit and you spill something,

you can just wipe it off.

All right, do you want to talk about this?

I just, I can't, I can't believe it. I...

How could you drop a bomb on me like that

and then serve eight people and a dog a meat loaf

like nothing happened?

Eric, it was a long time ago.

I was a kid.

The longer you and I were together,

the more I didn't want

to bring it up.

I really wish you had.

I do, too.

But I didn't.

Were you never tempted

to do it?

Frankly, I never got the appeal.

Why are you telling me now?

Because that joint changed everything.

Up until today,

I didn't think I would ever

have to tell you.

But then it began to feel very dishonest.

Well, I guess I should be glad you finally told me, but...

But what?

But right now I think

we should stay focused on the problem at hand.

Namely, Matt. All right, if that's

what you want to do. That's what I want to do.

Well, he's going out with his friends.

Oh, that kid is sadly mistaken

if he thinks he's going out tonight.

You may be forgetting one thing.

That kid, isn't a kid anymore.

He's 17.

We can't make decisions for him

any more than my parents could for me.

Oh, I think we can.

And the first decision we're going to make for him is

he's not going anywhere tonight.

This is Mitch, you know what to do at the beep.

It's Matt, where the hell are you guys?

I mean, if you're not coming, call me.

I've got to get out of here.

Uh-oh.

Hey, what happened to all my white stuff?

Didn't I tell you

you have to separate your colors?

Cool!

Somehow I don't think

Mom's going to say the same thing.

But now all my clothes look brand new.

Before they were just white, and now they're pink.

Whatever happened to Jimmy Moon?

Jimmy Moon was a boy I could trust.

You never trusted Jimmy Moon.

I trust him a whole lot more than I trust this Rod character.

Oh, man, that Rod kid's got guts.

What could she possibly see in him?

Hey, so I take it you don't think much of Lucy's date, huh?

I'm sorry.

I really haven't given the guy much of a chance.

I apologize.

Actually, I was wondering if either of you think

there's a possibility that this Rod guy

may be using drugs.

I have no idea.

I can only speak for myself.

I'm clean as a whistle.

Tell me, Wilson...

what would your father do if he thought you were using drugs,

I mean, hypothetically speaking, of course.

Oh, that's easy. He'd drug test me.

A matter of fact, he does

drug test me every once in a while.

I can't believe he doesn't trust you.

When I became a father at the age of 16,

I kind of blew the doors off the trust thing.

Yeah, but still.

Some mistakes are like jumping out of a plane.

Once you do it, you can never take it back.

It stays with you forever.

Hey, where you going?

I'm going out to play with Matt.

Actually, Simon, I want to talk to Matt.

Hey, Dad, do you think I could get a Moped when I turn 14?

Not now, Simon.

Excuse us.

I could start

saving now. I just need an answer.

Okay, my answer is you're not getting a Moped

as long as I'm alive.

Got ya.

Drug testing?

I don't need you giving my dad any ideas.

Hey, he asked me.

Your father obviously has some reservations about me,

and quite frankly, I'll do whatever it takes

to allow him to trust me with his daughter.

I can't believe you've only been here ten minutes

and you've already stirred up this much trouble.

What trouble?

I just answered a simple question.

With my dad, there are

no simple questions.

I thought you knew that by now.

Matt.

We need to talk.

Yeah, sure, Mom.

Please, stop that.

Thank you.

There's something that you should know.

Something that until today I hadn't even told your father.

When I was just a little older than you are now,

my friend Rachel and I, we did a lot of stupid things.

You know, it was a pretty crazy time back then.

The country was changing

and it seemed like everyone I knew was experimenting

and drugs were a big part of that.

The generations never seemed so far apart.

Until now that is.

Anyway,

what I'm trying to say is that a long time ago...

I smoked pot.

My friend, Rachel's boyfriend, would come over to her house,

and we'd all smoke in the TV room downstairs

that they had set up,

thinking that we were trustworthy enough

to have a little privacy.

One night her boyfriend left her house stoned

and got in his car to go home.

One stop light before he got there,

he got in a terrible accident.

He went through the windshield

and he was killed instantly.

We were still stoned when we got the phone call.

And when we got to the scene, we were half out of our minds.

And there he was,

this... this boy we had just been with,

dead on the pavement.

That night was the last time I ever smoked.

And to this day, I still feel some responsibility

for that young man.

I'm telling you this because...

if you're using drugs

I want you to stop.

If anything like that ever happened to you,

I could never forgive myself.

A mother never wants to get a phone call like that.

I know you're young

and that you want to test the waters,

but sometimes it-it... it's just not worth it.

Matt...

there comes a time when we all

have to own up to our own mistakes.

Your Dad and I always tried to avoid

accusing our children.

We much prefer

that you take responsibility for your own actions.

It's funny, it sounds like I'm already guilty.

Hey.

Hey.

What?

What?

So, um, Rod,

right?

So how old are you anyway?

14.

Wow, really.

So how long did it take you to grow the mustache?

14 years.

Nice shirt.

I made it.

Oh, so you sew?

He paints. Rod's an artist.

Nice scooter.

Moped.

Yeah, right.

So what did you have before that?

Feet.

So, Wilson, what's your story?

I'm widowed and I have a two-year-old son.

Whoa, guess I'm looking better.

Better than what?

You know what, Lucy,

I think it's about time for Rod to be going home.

Sure, whatever.

But, Dad, how come Rod has to go and Wilson gets to stay?

Um, maybe you should go home, too, Wilson.

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

You know, Rod,

I was wondering about your shirt.

Yeah, it's pretty cool, huh?

Is it more

about your love of music,

or smoking pot?

I would never smoke pot.

I hear it lowers your sperm count.

Good-bye, son.

You know, it's getting kind of dark out there.

I'll ask him if he wants me to throw his Moped

in the back of my car.

Good, yeah.

Then let him walk home.

Or give him a ride.

Yeah, do that.

Look, clean clothes.

Mom says most college kids can't even do their laundry like me.

Well, that's great, Ruthie.

Why don't you take it upstairs,

and Simon will be up in a minute

and help you put it away.

Where am I going?

Family meeting,

living room, now.

All right, I'll get straight to the point.

I found marijuana in the house.

And while I never thought of myself as the type of father

who'd have to drug test his kids,

I'm willing to do just that

if that's what it takes to find out

who brought a joint into this house.

Dad,

Lucy found something, too.

Dad, I found a joint in Mom's dresser drawer.

I was just looking for a scarf.

Because I needed something else to go with my outfit.

I didn't think you'd mind.

But then I stumbled on the joint. Mary and I

didn't know what to think.

I mean, it's really none of our business

if you and Dad want to...

Don't finish that sentence.

I assume you're referring to this.

This joint?

The same joint I found by the front door?

The same joint your mother then put into her dresser drawer?

Oops.

Oh, what a relief.

I mean, it's not like we thought

that Mom was a stoner or anything, but...

Wait a minute.

Then whose joint is it?

It's mine.

You got to be kidding!

Look, Simon.

Man, I can't believe you!

Simon, wait.

Girls, go on up to your room.

We need to talk to Matt.

What the hell do you think you're trying to pull?

Eric, calm down.

No, I think I've been about as calm as I can be

throughout this. Now it's time for some answers.

It's not enough that you're smoking dope,

you have to bring it into our house.

What if one of the younger kids had found this first?

I didn't think that...

That's exactly right,

you didn't think, because if you thought

about anyone but yourself

for a second, it might have occurred to you

that the look you just saw on Simon's face

is the look of a kid who just lost all respect

for his older brother.

Eric.

Is this why you've never held down a job?

Oh, because, hey, here's something

that doesn't take a whole lot of skill to do.

Just a lighter and a complete lack of self-respect.

It's not why!

I'm not finished!

Just let me know one thing.

Please tell me. It'll help me sleep better.

Tell me that you wanted to get caught.

Because you couldn't possibly think

that we'd be so stupid that we wouldn't find out.

Or better yet, please explain to us how anyone

could be so stupid as to do drugs in the first place.

I don't know, Dad.

Why don't you ask Mom? Maybe she can explain it to you.

Don't you dare bring your mother into this.

Apologize right now!

You're not going anywhere.

I'm not staying here.

Don't you dare walk out that door!

Damn it.

I just don't understand why you told Matt about your past.

What were you thinking?!

I thought it might be useful!

And I thought you understood that I was going to tell him!

I was never under that impression.

We don't have to share everything with our kids!

I mean, we don't tell them about our sexual history.

Why would we start sharing

everything about our past now?

I'm sorry. I thought Matt might not feel

so far away from us right now if he knew.

I had no idea that he'd throw it back in my face.

Well, that's another issue altogether.

He had no right to do that.

Oh, I didn't think it would work out this way.

I'm... I'm just so disappointed.

Simon?

What?

Why are you so mad, and why is Daddy shouting?

Because our older brother is a big jerk and a major loser.

I don't understand.

I love Matt.

And he loves me.

I'll explain it to you when you get a little older.

Just go to sleep.

Stop the car.

What's your problem?

I don't have a problem, I just want to get out.

It's dangerous out there, man.

You better stay in the car with us.

So, where you going, preacher boy?

Let him go.

Buzz kill.

Woo-hoo.

I always thought that since we talked to our kids

over and over again about drugs, that it...

it just couldn't happen.

I thought the same thing.

Back then it... it didn't seem like a big deal,

but 20 years, five kids

and a husband later,

it's a big deal.

You mean a minister husband.

No.

I mean a man whom I admire and respect

and never want to disappoint.

I'm sorry I had this particular truth in my past,

but I do.

It's hard to imagine when you're that young that...

that those choices can come back to haunt you.

I apologize for reacting the way I did.

Thank you.

I'm glad I finally told you.

What are we going to do?

How are Matt and I ever going to trust each other again?

I don't know.

Oh, I got to get out of here.

I... I feel like going for a ride.

Let me go with you.

I'll have Mary watch the kids.

I can't believe it.

I mean, you can always tell the stoner crowd at school,

and Matt definitely doesn't hang out with those guys.

At least I didn't think he did.

Do you think he's doing any other drugs?

I don't know.

I hope not.

Your, uh, father and I are going out

for a few minutes, so keep an eye on Simon

and Ruthie, okay?

We will.

Mary, have you ever smoked pot?

No.

What, have you?

Of course not.

I don't think things will ever be the same

between Dad and Matt.

Or even Mom and Matt.

Yeah, I mean, I don't see how they could be.

You know, it was just like Wilson says,

it's one of those mistakes you can't take back.

I just felt like coming in.

Do you mind?

I don't mind at all.

I don't know what I was going to do with it,

but I swear, I never even smoked pot.

I never touched the stuff.

I just took it.

Not that that matters now.

I know I shouldn't have brought it home.

If I could just go back, I would, but I can't.

Just...

I'm so sorry.

It was so stupid.

I don't know how they're ever going to trust me again

if they won't even listen to me.

Matt?

What are you doing here?

Trying to figure out a way to get our son back.

Come home, Matt.

I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry.

It's okay, baby.

We'll talk, okay?

And this time I'll listen.

We're going to be all right.

This family is going to be all right.