01x22 - Dangerous Liaisons: Part 2

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Last time on 7th Heaven...

I've missed you so much!

Annie, this is my girlfriend, Ginger.

Ginger, this is my little girl, Annie.

It's like he has no respect for my mother's memory.

That's what it is-- just plain disrespect.

Is it okay if I put some rinse in my hair?

It is unforgivable.

Yeah, it's fine.

Hi, Heather.

I'm... I'm Matt Camden.

I saw you at the airport earlier this morning.

"Have you ever gone out with a deaf girl before?"

No.

Luce?

Why did you let me do this?!

Mary met a boy at the park.

She gave him her phone number.

Oh, no....

Just ignore these guys; they're huge jerks.

What is it, "Beauty and the Beast Night"?

Whatever.

Mary...

Billy isn't my little brother... he's my son.

Mom, wait!

Mary!

It's not fair.

We're always getting left out of things because we're too young or need our sleep.

You're not missing out on a party, Simon.

Mary's at the hospital having surgery.

And if Mom and Dad want us to hang out here, that's what we're going to do.

It must be really serious if you're toeing the party line all of a sudden.

Yeah, what ever happened to Mr. Rebel?

Mr. Bad Boy?

Mr. Rule Breaker?

I like to be in the group.

Hello.

Hey, Dad, how's Mary?

She's still in surgery.

How are things at home?

Fine.

Uh-huh.

Why don't you take them out and feed them, you know?

It can't hurt.

You know, I don't think anybody's real hungry.

I know.

But it'll be good for everybody to get out of the house for a while.

Have you heard from Heather?

No, and after talking to her mom, I have a feeling I probably won't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sounds like you could all use a little distraction.

Hey, you know, there's a new café that opened over on Tenth Street.

Why don't you guys try it out?

I don't know.

I don't want you all just waiting around the house.

Okay.

Any word from the cops on the guy who hit her?

No, not yet.

But I'll call you later.

Yeah.

Okay, we're going out to dinner.

Be in the car in five minutes.

Who is it?

It's me.

Who?

Jimmy Moon.

I heard about Mary's accident.

I just dropped by to...

What happened to your hair?

My sister is in the hospital having surgery and all you're worried about is my hair?!

No, no.

I'm sorry about Mary, too.

Is that hair thing permanent?

If we're totally lucky.

Hi.

Hi.

I was wondering if I could get an update on Mary Camden?

I'm sorry.

Patient information is only available to family members.

That's okay, I'm her brother.

She's not out of surgery yet, but your parents are in the waiting area.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

May I help you, sir?

No, I think it's okay.

My grandson has pretty much covered the bases.

Uh, you know, I don't recall your getting your grandpa a birthday present this year.

I'm a large, I look good in blue, I'm easily impressed by expensive things.

I'm sorry.

I'm Wilson West.

Mary and I had our first date last night.

I'm sorry I lied, but... I just had to know if she was okay, you know?

Yes, I do.

How'd the date go?

Not so great.

Well, yesterday wasn't a great day for me, either.

Today could stand to be a whole lot better, too.

There's always tomorrow.

I may break into song any minute.

Any news?

Oh, not yet.

I wish I knew what was taking so long.

How's Annie holding up?

Why don't you go ask her yourself?

She's in the waiting room.

You think that's a good idea?

Yeah, I do.

Where's Ginger?

Back at the hotel... packing.

Go talk to your daughter.

You might as well go on home, too, Wilson.

I don't think Mary's going to feel up to any visitors tonight.

I know.

I was just worried about her, and they wouldn't give me any information over the phone.

Look, can I get something for you and Mrs. Camden?

You can't get all your meals out of that thing.

Actually, a burger would be great.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Do they know who the car belonged to yet?

No, but... you know, they will.

It's only a matter of time.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

I asked you not to come, Dad.

She's my granddaughter, Annie, my grandbaby.

I love her.

I know you blame me for the accident.

I never said that.

You never had to.

Mom d*ed six months ago and there are moments-- most of them, in fact-- when I still feel like it was yesterday.

I don't see you for months and when I do, you're with another woman.

And then you bring that woman into church.

What were you trying to do?

Be a part of the family again-- a family filled with the faces that remind me of your mother's.

I was hiding from memories, Annie, nothing more.

Ginger's been through all this already;

I just wanted her support while I did it.

Well, I hear Ginger's family wasn't that crazy about meeting you, either.

No, they weren't.

Well, then you should've had a pretty good idea how I'd react, Dad.

Why? You're my daughter and I thought we brought you up better than that.

I've seen you be kinder to strangers and more polite than you were to Ginger.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mary's going to be back in her room in a few minutes.

Okay.

I hope you do me the kindness of letting me know how she is.

I heard about this place on the news.

It's a café run by people who are deaf.

Great.

Even with Mary in the hospital, Dad can still find a way to try to teach me a lesson.

You kind of got to admire him for that.

Hey, anyone want turtle soup?

I know the sign for turtle.

Yeah, what's the sign for soup?

Order a hamburger like you usually do.

And how am I supposed to do that?

Point, brainiac.

Mr. and Mrs. Camden.

Robert Wolf.

I hope you haven't been too worried that we were going longer than anticipated.

Well... Once we got in there and took a look, we saw that the damage to her knee was a little more extensive than we thought.

So the corrective procedure was a little more complicated.

But she did great.

Her muscle tone is good, she's strong and with some physical therapy, she should heal quite nicely.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll be back in the morning to check on her.

Okay, thank you.

It's okay.

It's okay, Mom and Dad are here.

Hi.

It's okay, baby, we're here.

It's over.

The surgery's over.

You're going to be fine.

Mmm... I smell hamburgers.

Yeah, well, a friend of yours delivers.

Hi.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Really out of it.

That's okay.

Get some rest.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I hope the accident didn't scare your son.

No... I think she means your little brother.

Don't worry about Billy.

He's fine.

Close your eyes, get some sleep.

Oh, Wilson...

Thanks for dinner.

You're welcome.

If she's not okay, I'll never forgive myself.

It was an accident; it's not your fault.

She'll be okay.

She has to be okay.

That's Heather.

Why don't you go up and talk to her?

Well, maybe she'll come up and say hi.

Or maybe she'll just blow you off.

Chicks.

Okay, that's it.

Finish your stuff, because we're leaving.

Look, I'll be back in a couple of days.

What do you say to giving an old man a ride home from the airport, huh?

Actually, Charles, I think we ought to take a break for a while, see how we feel in a couple of months.

I think it's for the best.

People always say that, but it never is.

Hey, do you have a pen?

Sure.

You going to write her a love note?

No, I'm asking the waiter to show me how to sign "I'm sorry."

Oh, that's so romantic.

Yeah, smooth, very smooth.

We should call you "Dr. Love."

Yeah, "Dr. Lovey Love."

Do you mind?

I know some other signs from Sesame Street.

Do you want to use them?

Later. Sit tight, I'll be right back.

Oh, that didn't go so well.

Crash and burn.

Poor fool.

I can help.

Ruthie, no.

No!

He... loves... you.

Mom, help!

It won't come out!

It looks fine.

It doesn't look fine!

You should've seen Jimmy's face when he saw it.

You didn't do it for them or Jimmy Moon, you did it for you.

I did it because you talked me into it!

Oh, yeah?

Well, you were smart to listen, because it looks great.

With this hair, you can be a new you-- a you that doesn't care what other kids think, a you that has more fun.

Yes!

I'm not having any fun!

Well, maybe that's because you're still in a brunette mind-set!

Honey, listen to me.

It does look different, but it looks nice, really.

Yeah, I think it looks kind of... kind of sexy.

Sexy?

You think it looks sexy?

Well, you know, not "sexy" sexy, but...

Any sexy's okay.

How's Mary?

Tired, but fine, and coming home day after tomorrow.

I told her you'd be there by lunchtime.

Yeah, thanks.

Thanks for recommending that restaurant last night.

How'd you know Heather would be there?

It's the only restaurant in town run by people who are deaf.

I took a sh*t.

Thanks.

Your hair looks nice, Luce.

Nice or... sexy?

Nice, definitely nice.

If my 13-year-old daughter had sexy hair, I'd shave her head.

There's my girl.

Hey, Grandpa.

I...

I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I headed back to Phoenix.

So where's Ginger?

She already left.

We decided we needed some time apart.

Look, if I did anything to make you decide that, I'm really sorry.

You had nothing to do with it.

Hello, there.

Hey, Mrs. Bink.

How are you feeling?

A lot better.

Thanks.

Hey, have you met my grandfather?

Oh, I've seen him around.

I have not had the pleasure.

Gladys... Bink.

Charles Jackson.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you officially.

You're Annie's father.

For some time now.

Oh, and a quipster.

I like that.

We were all so sorry to hear about Annie's mother.

Thank you.

Well, I brought you some junk food.

You're never going to get better if you eat that stuff from the cafeteria.

And here's some flowers from the garden...

Odeile Hinkle's garden.

She'll never miss them.

Now...

There.

That'll brighten up your smile, if you ever feel like smiling.

Mrs. Bink, my grandpa's had a tough day.

One of his friends went back to Phoenix.

Oh, she did?

No one said my friend was a she.

Well, if you want to stick with that, that's fine by me.

I'd better get going.

I've got to pick up my luggage at the hotel before I catch my flight.

I'm going to give you a lift.

I drove my convertible down here.

Now that I've got my medication straightened out, I'm back on the road and I'm loving it.

I appreciate the offer, but maybe some other time.

No, there's no time like the present.

Besides, once you ride with the top down, you'll never go back.

Bye, sweetie.

You sick or something?

Hardly.

The new me is just free.

You know I encourage exploration of the self, but I would never have done something that radical without discussing with you first.

Give me a break.

It was an impulse thing.

I thought you liked impulsive women.

Impulsive brunettes.

It's not that big of a deal.

It'll wash out.

Well, call me when it does.

What?!

Call me when you've come to your senses.

Fine.

In the meantime, I'll find someone who likes me as a blonde.

Good luck.

I talked to your dad last night.

Ginger left.

She should never have come here in the first place.

Well, you know, we could debate that for years, but the fact is, she did come and she's your dad's friend and maybe we just need to accept that.

I don't want to accept it.

It's too soon for him to even ask me to accept it.

Annie, it's not that unusual for people who were once happily married to remarry quickly.

They know the joy a relationship can bring and they want that again.

So what are you telling me, that you're so happy with me that if I die, you could be remarried in six months?

Thank you very much.

You know I, uh, I'm going to go to the hospital.

Could I drop you somewhere?

No, no, no, thanks.

Look, maybe I'm not saying this in a way that you can hear it, but I know how much you loved your mom and I know how hard it was for you to lose her.

I just don't want you to lose your dad, too.

Are you sure that you want to take a cab?

Well, I appreciate the offer, but I just want to be alone.

Okay, Charles, just one word of advice.

Listen to your heart, not your daughter.

She's very hard to ignore.

Well, they all are.

But she'll get over it, she'll adapt.

I know my daughter would have if I'd had the backbone to ignore her.

But instead, I...

I let her run off a sweet man that I was in love with.

And within days, she was home again with her husband and her kids, like everything was back to normal, while I was stuck knowing that for me, nothing, nothing would be the same again.

Thank you.

You're a very wise woman.

Yeah, sometimes I scare myself.

A little something from Wilson?

Yeah.

He seems like a nice guy.

You think so?

Well, I only met him yesterday, but so far, so good.

Mom, did you ever go out with a guy and just have that feeling that he was pretty special?

Well, just your dad.

That makes me one for one.

Why?

You think Wilson might turn out to be pretty special?

Maybe.

Well, as long as you and Dad don't have a problem with him.

Why would we have a problem with him?

I don't know.

Hey, Wilson.

Well, who's this?

Is this, uh, Billy?

You want to hold him?

Sure.

Thanks.

My arm could use a break.

Hey.

Well, what's up?

What can I do for you guys?

Well, I was hoping I could run something by you.

Sure, come on in.

Is this about you or a friend?

A friend.

Ah, well, everybody's got at least one.

Yeah.

Well, my friend was stupid.

He was 15 and he was dating a 16-year-old girl with a car and he started to think he was pretty cool.

Cool enough to have...

Sex?

Yeah, I didn't think I should say that in here.

It's okay.

So now your cool friend had a pregnant 16-year-old girlfriend with a car.

My friend and the girl got their parents to sign for them to get married.

My friend thought that was the right thing to do, and he's glad he did it, only there were complications, and the girl d*ed in childbirth.

I, uh... I didn't even know that could happen.

I mean, my friend didn't.

Wow, that's a tough one.

Yeah.

Anyway, she, uh... she gave my friend an incredible son.

Billy?

Wilson, Jr.

His name is Wilson, Jr.

I see.

Reverend Camden, if anybody understands the consequences of premarital sex more than me, I'd like to meet him.

I'll never make that mistake again.

Uh-huh.

I'm just a guy who's supporting his son and living with his parents who help him.

And under whatever conditions you and your wife set out, I'm also a guy who'd like to continue to go out with Mary.

Mary's, um... fine-- thanks.

What do you want?

I was wondering if Mary was okay.

What do you care?

Hey, look, it was an accident, okay?

I didn't mean to do it.

What?

Okay, I wasn't speeding.

The cops'll swear to that, all right?

I mean, one second, the street's empty; the next, your sister's in it.

Wait, wait, wait, you hit my sister and take off, and somehow it's supposed to be okay because it was an accident?

What's wrong with your head?

Look, you want to k*ll me-- cool.

Just don't do it here, all right?

'Cause they'll kick you out, and I don't need that on my conscience, too.

Oh, yeah, I'm real worried about your conscience.

So you name a time and a place, and I'll be there.

You left my sister in the street.

Excuse me, let me through.

Hey!

What's going on?

Nothing.

I just fell down.

And your face broke the fall?

Yeah.

He was just helping me up.

Anybody?

Go see the nurse.

Hi, honey.

Guess what.

I've got a big surprise for you.

A big surprise like ferrets in the house?

Or a big surprise like a beautiful picture that you drew at school?

Yes.

Close your eyes and put out your hands.

Open 'em.

Good one, huh?

Yeah, good one.

I thought you went back to Phoenix.

I was going to, but then I remembered that you once accused me of running away from my emotions, so here I am, proving once and for all that you can teach an old dog new tricks.

I'm so sorry.

I am going back to Phoenix, and I am going to continue to see Ginger if she'll let me.

I can't let you run off someone I care for, like Mrs. Bink's daughter did, even though I understand your reasons for wanting to.

I love you, kiddo, but this is something I have to do for me.

I love you, too, Dad.

Oh, what's her number?

Hello.

Mrs. Bink, this is Annie Camden.

Did you talk to my dad earlier?

I might have.

I talk to a lot of people.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

He's a wonderful man.

I know.

Uh... you don't have a daughter, do you?

Well... no.

I was working in the moment, going with the flow.

I love you, Mrs. Bink.

Well, I love you, too, honey.

They're all nuts.

What are you doing here, and what happened to your face?

It was me.

I was driving the car.

You?

You hit me?

Yeah.

Your parents didn't press charges, but... Matt did.

I'm sorry.

You have to believe me.

I didn't mean to hit you.

It's just... everything happened so fast.

You left me there in the street.

I panicked.

I figured that everyone would think that I did it on purpose, you know, with our history, with the pool hall and everything.

But I swear I didn't.

I'm a jerk, but not a psycho.

I was there, remember?

I know you didn't mean to hit me.

I ran into the street.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't blame you if you hated me.

You're a jerk, Michael, and an apology and a teddy bear aren't going to change that.

I know.

But this accident, the whole thing-- it's just kind of woke me up, you know?

Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry about hassling you the other night.

I better get going.

Hey...

I don't hate you.

Thanks.

I can't believe you're so nice to that guy.

Yeah, if I hadn't have been, I would have just felt worse.

How's the wheel?

It's okay.

I just want to be in my own bed.

I don't blame you.

I talked to your dad today.

How'd it go?

Well, he was a little shocked.

A lot shocked.

He's a minister, not a saint.

Well, he's not our biggest problem.

My mom is.

She's a lot tougher than Dad.

I don't know if we can ever really be in love.

We're so different.

You're talking.

You scared me when you b*at up that guy.

I'm sorry I scared you.

I can explain.

Write to me at school, and we'll get to know each other.

Okay?

I don't like to talk.

I've never heard my voice, and I have no idea what it sounds like.

Beautiful.

It sounds beautiful.

Lucy's crying.

Oh, Dad, do you mind if I take a cr*ck at this?

I think it's about the hair.

Just go away.

Maybe I can help.

Jimmy went to the Varsity with Ashley and her parents tonight.

You think you can help that?

No.

Everybody knows Jimmy and I broke up, so tomorrow is going to be the worst day of my life, and I don't even have a best friend or a big sister at home to talk about it with.

I'm here-- talk to me.

To you?!

This whole thing is your fault.

I know.

But no matter what color your hair is, you're always still the same wonderful, weepy, wacky Lucy you've always been.

You know, I got to tell you, I never liked that Jimmy Moon guy anyway.

Since when?

Well, since he came over, he saw your new hair, you stormed out, and he didn't go after you.

So?

So when you and Dad have a fight, you always storm out, but he always goes after you and makes you talk to him right then and there, so you can settle things.

Jimmy's not Dad.

I know.

But once you see how you're supposed to handle things, it's hard to settle for less.

You deserve the best.

How'd you get to be so smart?

I don't live in a cave, just down the hall... any time you need me.

Hey, Luce.

Yeah.

Thanks.

How'd it go with Heather?

Okay.

I think I still have a sh*t.

Speaking of sh*ts, Michael Towner's mother called.

Did you hurt him?

Not enough.

I know you're angry and frustrated.

Join the club.

But you need to understand that this family doesn't solve its problems that way.

Got it?

Yeah, but these felt like extenuating circumstances.

You're going to have extenuating circumstances for the rest of your life, so you might as well get in the habit right now of solving your problems as a mature and honorable man.

Tomorrow, apologize.

Michael's mother also said that everyone at school thinks that he meant to hit Mary.

I'd like you to do what you can to clear that up, too.

Mom, this is the same guy that hassled Mary at school, tried to start a fight with her date and then left her in the street after he hit her with his car.

I know.

But sometimes when somebody does something this terrible and people are still forgiving, that person can learn from it and change.

What if he doesn't?

What if he moves on to someone else and tortures them?

Well, if that happens and I find out about it, I'll hunt him down myself.

Does Dad know about this?

Mm-mm... not yet.

But don't worry.

I'll find the right time to tell him.

Oh, great.

I'm worry-free.

Okay, two weeks from today-- my office.

We'll take a look at things and talk about physical therapy.

Good-- the sooner I start, the sooner I'm back in the game.

I'll see you then.

Okay.

Uh, Reverend...

What?

Is there a problem?

More of a challenge.

Your daughter has a tougher road ahead of her than she knows.

Wait a minute.

Wa... wait a minute.

What are you talking about?

I thought you said the surgery went fine.

The surgery is not the problem.

So, uh... the surgery's not a problem.

What's the problem?

Mr. Camden...

What?!

If there's something wrong with my daughter, why would you let her leave?

Calm down, Reverend, let's not get upset.

No, let's-- just for once, let's.

What's going on?

So what's the big emergency?

I've got a plane to catch.

No, no emergency.

Just something important.

Oh!

Oh!

I think it's important for Mary's family to be here for her when she comes home from the hospital.

I think so, too.

Annie called me last night, and I flew in first thing this morning.

Well, I could use some help with the decorations outside.

Simon isn't much help, because he pulled something blowing up the balloons.

I'm all yours.

Thanks.

So did you call the school and tell them we'd be late?

We're all going to play hooky today.

Oh, and there was also a phone call for you from Heather's mother.

Really? What was the message?

Um...

Please say you didn't forget.

I might have.

No, oh-oh, no, wait.

Right, she's going to go back to school a day late.

And?

And... oh, she's waiting for you in the living room.

I'm back.

"Blondes... have... more... fun."

Dad, what did you and Dr. Wolf talk about when they took me to the car?

Stop thinking up an answer and tell me the truth.

And remember, I live with Lucy, and you're as bad a liar as she is.

He... he said that, you know, your recovery process might be a little slower than we'd hoped.

Am I going to be able to play basketball?

Dad, I want to know what the doctor said-- exactly what he said.

He said that... in a week or two, you'll be out of your wheelchair and up on crutches, but that, you know, it'll take some time before you can put your weight on that knee again.

And then what?

And then... it'll still be some weeks or months before we'll know... if you can play basketball again.

If?

Dad, he's not saying I'll never play again?

He didn't say that.

He said that's a possibility.

How big of a possibility?

I don't know, honey.

But no one knows.

Well, I know.

I know that this stupid accident is not going to change my life.

It can't-- it just can't.

I won't let it.

Dad, I thought they fixed everything.

I thought the surgery fixed everything.

It's going to be okay.

No matter what, it's going to be okay.

I know you better than any doctor, and I know that you can get back to where you were.

You might be scared right now, but...

at the very core of you, Mary, you're as fearless as anyone I know.

You really think that?

Oh, yeah.

You're an amazing person, Mary, the way you take on the world.

You can get through this.

I know you can.

Yeah, you're right, I can.

Or at least I'm going to try.

Hey, Dad... you know, maybe you could start praying for me, like, right now, maybe call in a favor or something?

Oh, consider it done.

You ready to head in?

Yeah.

But, uh... don't tell anybody about this, okay?

Okay.

Let's just have a party.

Right.

So look like you're happy.

Okay.

Dad, that face definitely needs some work.

Okay.

Better.

Let's go.

So did you tell your kids you were coming back here?

Yes.

Were they mad?

Uh-huh.

Were they mad at you, or were they mad at Grandpa?

Well, a little of both, I think.

Which is okay, because we're in this thing together.

For better or for worse?

Oh...

Well?

You know, I was wondering if the Reverend had a chance to talk to you about... my situation.

He did, and we came up with this.

You can visit Mary while she's at home recuperating, and that'll give us some time to get to know you better.

And then we'll get back to you.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

You won't be sorry.

I'd better not be.

Hey, you guys.

Hey, I'm open!

All right, take a sh*t.

All right, here we go.

She scores!

Come on, Mary!

Come on, make a sh*t!

What aren't you telling me?

The doctor doesn't know if she'll ever play basketball again.

What does he know?

She's playing right now.

Three, two, one!

Score!