08x16 - The Unraveling

[bunniefuu]

[tense music playing]

You must have known we'd find out about your mother.

Didn't you think that would happen?

I don't know who you are.

I only know I don't believe one word you say.

Bensky.

What's going on here? You two know each other?

If we're very lucky...

we might still be able to help her.

What do you mean if we're lucky?

[Gary] If she survives.

[theme music playing]

[mysterious music playing]

[clears throat]

First we we learn Paige's family believes she's dead.

Now we find out that she lied to us about

how she supposedly died.

What's the real story?

[scoffs] The real story?

I don't know what the real story is,

but that old man in Glen Cove, New York is...

[signs]...he confirmed that Paige is dead.

-Mack, you called him? -Yeah, I called him.

He's convinced that his granddaughter's dead.

But that's not all.

What?

[scoffs] Anne is alive.

Oh, my God.

You can't deny it anymore, Olivia.

I saw you buying cocaine.

I only did so that the kids would think I use it.

They all say I'm too straight.

[sighs] If that's true, it's pathetic.

It's even more pathetic if it's another lie

you expect me to believe.

Come on.

Show me what else you have. Show me where it is.

You've already searched my room.

Show me now or I'll search it again,

only this time, you'll think a b*mb hit it.

Show me!

[tense music playing]

Now.

-What are these? -They're just caffeine.

[sighs]

What else?

[instrumental music]

There must be more.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

All of it. I want to see every bit of it.

Every single thing!

[exhales sharply]

Why, Olivia?

Why?

It's no big deal.

Everybody does it.

I'm not hooked or anything.

You must have known I'd find out.

Is this some kind of game you're playing with me?

[Brian] Mom!

Brian, uh--

Maria said I can't have another piece of cake.

Well, how much have you had?

Well, two pieces, but they were small.

[sighs] Maria's right, honey.

You've, uh, you've had enough.

Too many sweets aren't good for you.

I'm sorry.

[exhales sharply]

Some things aren't good for you in any amount.

Okay, I know.

I won't do it anymore. Really.

-It's not a problem. -Promise me.

[sighs]

[Paige] Hi!

Paige.

You had to know we'd find out about you.

You had to know we'd find out about your mother.

Didn't you think it was gonna happen? What were you doing?

Were you just waiting for all hell to break loose?

What color is this?

Because if you say it's red, it must be blue.

Was the sun shining today?

Because if you said the sun was shining, it must have rained.

I don't know who you are.

I only know I don't believe one word you say.

You even lied about your own mother being dead.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

Well, if you want to listen to her answers, that's fine.

But as far as I'm concerned...

I've heard enough.

[footsteps receding]

-[door shuts] -I lied about my mother for your sake.

What?

I knew how you felt about her,

and I didn't want to jeopardize your marriage to Karen.

You know, Paige, before you arrived here,

I had no way of knowing that your mother wasn't alive.

Now, why did you come here?

I would have come a long time ago if I'd known about you.

My mother didn't help me.

She didn't believe me or didn't care.

Even when I told her.

Told her what?

About my stepfather.

About the horrible things he did in private.

[exhales sharply]

Paige.

If that man laid a hand on you,

or so much as looked at you the wrong way,

I'd tear him apart limb from limb.

Nobody,

nobody does that to you.

Do you understand that?

But if you're lying again...

if you're saying things that aren't true

just to use them as some kind of excuse

for all the lies you've been telling...

nobody does that to me.

Nobody.

Do you understand that?

She can't stay.

Hey, look, don't tell me my own daughter...

-She can't stay, Mack. -...can't stay in my own house.

-We don't know who she is anymore. -She's Paige.

She's Paige, she's dead, she's alive,

she's whoever she wants to be.

She's lied so many times, I can't keep count.

How can we have her stay?

I'll tell you how.

-She's my daughter. -Is she?

-[Mack] Yeah. -[Karen] Really, she could be dangerous.

[Mack] Come on, you don't mean that.

[Karen] Don't tell me what I mean.

I mean that.

I don't want her in the house anymore.

[instrumental music]

[crickets chirping]

What are you doing down in the catacombs?

Isn't it past your bedtime?

-I need help. -Don't we all?

I'm having trouble with school.

Multiplication tables, huh?

That's my problem.

Teacher said I had to have this signed by my mom,

so she'll know I'm not doing so hot.

Tough teacher.

Yeah, well, I was hoping you'd sign it instead.

Me?

You mean you're more afraid of your mother than you are of me?

I figured you wouldn't care so much.

Mom'll have a cow.

She says school and grades is the most important thing.

[Gregory] Well, she's right.

And she's wrong.

School is very important.

But grades, not so important.

What's important is what ends up here.

[chuckles]

My math papers used to look like this.

They did?

[Gregory] Yeah.

I flunked math two straight years.

Then I stopped, and I started looking around

at all those kids who were getting straight A's,

and they all had one thing in common.

-Want to know what it was? -What?

They all had their underwear on backwards.

[snickering]

So I decided I would learn math.

But more important...

I would use what I learned.

And now I can run all these machines.

And someday, so can you.

Give me the pen.

Okay. I'm gonna sign this for you, kid.

But if the next one isn't better,

you're gonna have to show it to your mother.

-All right, thanks. -Butt in bed.

[groaning]

I didn't know you were a lousy student.

Did you really flunk math?

No, I lied.

I told you I wasn't a very good role model.

[suspenseful music playing]

[knocking on door]

It's open.

[instrumental music playing]

Just tell me one thing.

Why'd you sleep with me?

Because you were waiting.

Like a little puppy dog.

Because you were there.

[instrumental music playing]

[sighs]

Oh, yeah, my mom freaked.

[chuckling] She zapped me right into my room.

She made me hand over everything.

No way!

Oh, I figured she'd want a showdown sooner or later,

so I filled a couple bags with baking soda.

How would she know?

No, plus I put in some cheap crack to make it look good.

Yeah, I can't afford to waste the good stuff.

[Olivia scoffs] Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

[uptight music building]

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

Hurry up. You're late.

Brian is waiting.

No, I will get it.

What's this?

Your athletic fees haven't been paid?

I thought we took care of that weeks ago.

They must have made a mistake.

-Gary, hi. -Hi.

I've, uh, got the insurance check

for the damages to Olivia's car.

I came over to take it in for repairs. You got the keys?

Gary, um, I-- I had the accident.

I think I should take care of fixing it.

Yeah, you should.

But I don't think I can trust you with this.

I think you'd just take this check and spend it on more drugs.

You told him!

[Gary] Yeah, she did, but she didn't have to.

I could tell.

I knew.

You and I had a pact, and you broke your promise.

But I'm gonna give you another chance.

Come with me to an AA meeting tonight.

AA?

Why should I go to a meeting with a bunch of alcoholics?

I'm not the drunk in this family.

Olivia.

[Gary] You're right.

I'm an alcoholic,

and I admit my addiction, and I'm getting help for it.

But I think you've got a problem, too.

That's why I want you to go with me.

I don't need to go.

Can you look me in the eye and tell me

you don't have a problem with drugs?

My only problem is you. Both of you.

You two are the ones with all the problems.

Everyone that knows you knows that.

Just stay away from me for good!

Just leave me alone.

[somber music playing]

-Excuse me, Abby. -Good morning, Marcia.

Listen, is the interior designer here yet?

-In the conference room. -All right.

Uh, would you bring in the plans for the new club?

Get her a cup of coffee. Tell her I'll be with her in a minute.

Oh, did you get me the cash?

I went to the bank, but they tell your card's been rejected.

Lack of funds.

Morning, Abby.

[office din]

Laura.

Yes?

You look absolutely radiant.

It shows in your face.

Valene.

Yes, she can't keep a secret.

That's why you should have told me first.

I'm sorry. Can't please everybody.

Well, the next time, then.

There won't be a next time.

If it were up to Greg, there wouldn't even be a this time.

Oh, really?

Well, I hope you're not thinking of having...

No, no, no. Don't be silly. I--

Look, I raised Jason and Daniel practically by myself.

If I have to, I'll raise this baby alone, too.

Well, I think Greg's a fool

for not wanting to have a baby with you.

You're right.

But I still love him.

Can't please everybody, huh?

[Julie] Yes, Mrs. Ewing, please.

Oh, this is Julie Todd from Carlson's department store.

Thank you.

Hi, Julie.

Have you got some dresses for me to try?

[Julie] Oh, yes, I've got two that I'm sending over.

They're both perfect for your club opening.

But I'm really calling to apologize

in case I upset your daughter.

My daughter?

[Julie] Yes, she was in this morning

to return some clothing for cash.

She said it was a gift from her aunt,

and she didn't have the receipt.

[suspenseful music playing]

But our records show that these items

were charged to your account.

Our policy is to credit the account

rather than refund the cash.

She was so angry, she stormed off,

and didn't even return the things.

I hope you understand.

Yeah.

I do. [sighs]

Thank you. Bye-bye.

[instrumental music]

I'm thinking of getting married again.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Wow, I never, ever thought that would happen.

Then again, I guess I never thought

that you'd come to me to talk about

getting married again, you know, to another woman.

Does it bother you?

No. I'm flattered.

Well, you're still the only person

I really trust all the time.

I think that you are romanticizing now.

Nothing romantic about trust.

Don't you trust Jill?

Yeah, I trust her.

I trust her feelings about me, the way I trusted yours,

the way I never did trust Abby's.

But...

But I get the feeling, I don't know,

she's holding something back.

Like, maybe she feels like she has to.

Maybe-- maybe she doesn't trust me totally yet.

I don't know.

Well. [sighs]

When something's going on with someone that you love

and you're not a part of it...

there's just two things you can do, right?

You can walk away from it the way that I did with you.

Or you can hang in there.

You can wait it out.

The way you did with Ben?

Mm-hmm.

And I was right.

Actually, there are three things you can do.

Three?

You can walk away.

You can hang in there.

Or you can sh**t him in the kneecap.

Oh! [laughing]

Or other key parts of the anatomy.

No, I don't think I can do that. It's-- it's just not me.

[chuckling] It's not a bad idea.

[both laughing hysterically]

Now who's romanticizing?

[knocking on door]

[door latch clicks]

Um... I've made a decision.

Gary, before you say another word,

there's something I have to tell you.

Peter Hollister...

is my brother.

[exhales sharply]

Why the hell didn't you tell me this before?

I couldn't.

I didn't want you to know.

There's a lot of differences between Peter and me.

And to put it mildly, we do not see eye to eye.

Well, it's too bad you didn't let me say

what I wanted to say first.

Because I had decided I wanted to marry you.

I still do. [chuckles softly]

[Jill sighs]

[Gary chuckles] Guess I owe Peter an apology.

Peter? Why?

Well, I just always assumed the reason he was hanging around

was because he was your old boyfriend.

You assumed a lot of things.

[laughs] Yeah, well, I never assumed you were a Galveston.

What?

So, old Paul Galveston had three kids, and not two.

[chuckles]

Look, I told you that I'm Peter's sister.

But I haven't told Greg Sumner.

I don't even want him to know that I exist.

Well, you could be in for a lot of money here.

I don't want anybody else's money.

If you haven't figured it out,

I didn't have a very happy childhood.

And I just want to forget it.

And live happily ever after.

And live happily ever after.

[romantic music playing]

[moans passionately]

[knocking on door]

I have to get this.

Sheesh.

Yeah. [clears throat]

[knocking on door]

Gary.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

Uh, but could I talk to you for a minute?

It's important. It's about Olivia.

[Gary] Sure.

Sorry.

-I'll give you some privacy. -Okay.

I've had a problem with my bank cash card

and one of my department store charge accounts.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Coke's expensive.

She may have found all kinds of ways to finance her habit.

Habit?

[Gary] Yeah, habit.

Face it, Abby. She may already be a full-fledged addict.

Come on, Gary. Don't you think that's kind of a strong word?

No, I don't.

Look at the facts. She's using drugs.

She's avoiding her drug counselor.

She's stealing money. She's lying.

She's cheating.

Well, this may just be the tip of the iceberg.

I don't know what to do.

I don't, either.

You tell me how to make her quit using drugs,

and I'll do it.

Olivia has to want to stop.

Until then, there's nothing we can do.

Gary, she--

She means everything to me.

[sorrowful music playing]

I know it's painful.

It's awful.

But Olivia may have to hit rock bottom

before she realizes what kind of trouble she's in.

And then, if we're lucky, if we're very lucky...

we might still be able to help her.

What do you mean, if we're lucky?

If she survives.

[instrumental music]

[laughter]

Your mother will k*ll you if she finds out you were here.

No lie.

So, come on. Make up your mind.

If this works so great, how come you want to get rid of it?

I'd rather have what you have.

So pay for it, because I'd rather have the cash.

[sighs] I don't have any money.

You don't have any money since when?

Since my mother broke off my allowance.

Don't bother me with this kind of junk.

Cops can trace it to me, say I stole it.

I want legal tender, dollar bills.

I need some stuff.

Sounds to me like what you need is an income.

It just so happens I have a sales job open at the moment.

Some treats in the car. You can sell them for a good price.

Have enough left over to buy your own, reinvest?

I don't think so.

Yeah. Why should you?

You rich kids can always find money somewhere, right?

[suspenseful music playing]

Wait a minute. What are you doing?

What does it look like?

Calm down, Paige.

There's someone here to see you.

Mr. Winston,

this is the young woman who claims to be your granddaughter.

[instrumental music]

Hello, Paige.

Why did you do this?

You have to go in and talk to him.

He'll make me call my mother, and I won't do that.

-If you don't, I will. -Go ahead, call her.

She'll be sorry to find out I'm still alive.

You've gone to a lot of trouble to hurt people.

Not just your mother, your grandparents, but why us?

-Why me? -Haven't you figured that out yet?

I wanted to ruin your life the way you ruined my mother's.

I never meant to hurt your mother.

[Paige] If you really loved my mother--

I did love her!

Then you would've found her.

You would've gone after her. You would've looked for her.

You would've taken her away from them. I hate what you did.

I hate what you did to my mother. I hate what you did to me.

I never knew you existed.

That's what I hate the most.

[crying painfully]

-No, let me go. -No.

-No. No. -I want to get out of here.

No, I'll come after you. I'll find you.

[Paige sobbing] Just like you found my mother?

[instrumental music]

I bought those for Stacy's party,

but I knew you wouldn't let me go.

I tried to get your money back.

I have never allowed you to use my credit cards

without my permission, never.

You gave me permission weeks ago when I told you about the party.

[sighs] Then why didn't you just have the sales clerk

credit these back to my account?

I lost the receipt, and I didn't think she'd believe me.

Oh, I'm used to that lately.

Olivia, I can have the store check to see

when these purchases were made.

You know that, don't you?

Brian!

You don't believe anything.

Oh, you think you are so smart.

Brian!

-Brian! -What?

Isn't there a party at Stacy's house this weekend?

Didn't I tell you about it, like, eight weeks ago?

-Didn't I? -I don't know.

But I would like to know what happened to my pocket TV.

I loaned it to you.

Yeah, um, thanks a lot,

but it didn't even work,

because I had to bring it to Arlene's TV service to get it fixed.

I'll pick it up tomorrow, okay?

I'll pick it up.

[scoffs] You don't trust me, is that it?

Well, I did bring it to get it fixed,

and I did try and get your money back.

I did pay the athletic fees.

I hate it how you don't trust me.

I hate it, and I hate it--

I don't care what you hate anymore.

[instrumental music]

Here.

-Is this a joke? -No.

It's not a joke.

You expect me to take urinalysis?

You said you don't have a problem anymore.

You said you're clean.

Prove it.

[instrumental music]

This is really gross.

Yes.

It is really gross.

[instrumental music]

[opera singer singing over speaker]

[door latch rattling]

What are you doing here?

I'm making dinner for you.

I hope you're hungry.

How'd you get in?

Your building super likes blondes.

It's a good thing I'm not a thief.

Here, taste.

[both chuckling]

-Like it? -Hm.

That's delicious. What is it?

Marinara sauce,

but wait until you taste my pasta primavera,

my own personal recipe.

I studied in Milan, you know.

I love Italian food.

So sit, eat, and enjoy a seven-course meal.

This could take all night.

So could dinner.

What about your family?

What family?

[opera music playing]

Brian, do me a favor.

-Maybe. -[sighs] Oh.

I spilled some ink on the floor,

so would you go get me some bleach?

Well, what'll you give me?

Before it stains, okay?

And don't tell Mom, she'll have a fit.

Hurry!

[suspenseful music building]

[Ben humming a tune]

-[imitates plane crashing] -[knocking on door]

If I were your boss, I would fire you for conduct

unbecoming a press secretary.

Haven't you heard? I'm not a press secretary.

I'm an industrial ratfink.

And not a very good one.

You haven't given us any useful information yet.

Is that what you came here for? A job review?

Actually, I came by to go to lunch.

I've already got plans.

Good,

I wasn't planning on asking you.

[knocking on door]

Yo, Bensky.

What's going on here?

You two know each other?

I don't believe this.

[sighs]

I came by to return the sunglasses

you left behind the other day.

Oh.

And who do I bump into but good old Ben Gibson?

We went to college together.

Small world.

I'll say.

I was hoping to reciprocate for lunch the other day.

-You busy? -As a matter of fact, I am.

Hi.

The doctor was finished in no time.

I'm fit as a fiddle.

You ready?

Jean Hackney, Laura Avery, my wife.

Hi. How are you, Jean?

Jean and I are old college friends.

Well, why don't the two of you join us for lunch?

We'd love to, but we can't.

We have a lot to catch up on.

Okay. It's nice to meet you, Jean.

-Bye, Ben. -Bye.

Adios. Have a nice reunion.

[office din]

[students chatter]

That's right. November, December, and January.

Athletic fees are uncollected.

These other notices came back signed.

So, I presumed you knew.

Olivia's failing in two subjects,

and she was absent all these days?

Well, yes.

You know, I-- I just thought you knew.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, that little pocket job.

Yeah, I remember it. Nice little unit.

But, uh, it wasn't broken.

Your daughter sold it to me for cash.

Didn't you know?

[instrumental music]

Oh, now, does this statement include all the transactions

on my automatic teller account?

Yes.

[tense music playing]

Could you give me the balance in this?

It's my daughter's savings account.

Zero.

And this, it's my son's.

It's closed.

Mrs. Ewing, you've been banking with us for years.

You know I would've called you if I--

I understand. You thought I knew.

[police officer] You can no longer deny

that your child has a serious drug problem.

That's why you're here.

At one time, your son or your daughter

may have been dependable,

trustworthy, reasonable.

But you cannot expect that behavior any longer.

Your child is an addict.

And addicts will lie, they will cheat,

they will steal, they will do whatever they have to, to get drugs.

And of the more popular drugs today,

cocaine in all its forms,

rock or crack,

may be the most addictive.

Symptoms of dependency are not as apparent as with heroin.

But the desire for cocaine is overpowering.

The user is convinced that all of his good feelings

come from cocaine.

While all the bad feelings are blamed on his school,

or the system, or you.

Kids who use cocaine are desperately in love with it.

And "desperately" means they will do anything to get it.

They've committed all sorts of crimes.

Burglary, robbery, prostitution.

They've even staged their own kidnappings

in order to get money for cocaine.

What can you do to keep your child's problem from escalating?

You've taken the first step

by admitting to yourself that the problem exists.

Even if the addict won't.

Beyond that,

don't make excuses for your child's behavior.

There is no good excuse.

Next, establish who's in charge.

They must know that you are.

Then, whether he's listening or not,

let the child know that his drug use is not acceptable.

You must tell him you will not tolerate this behavior.

Above all, take action now.

Not at a hospital emergency room.

[instrumental music]

[Abby] How did this happen?

I fell down in PE.

[Abby sighs]

I'm sorry you're hurt, but I don't believe you.

You wouldn't.

I got the results of your drug test.

And?

Negative.

Oh, so now you're going to say you don't believe the doctor.

No, I believe the doctor.

I also believe the doctor when he tells me that a test like that

can be altered with a drop of ammonia

or household bleach.

I know about all your lies, Olivia.

All of them.

And your lies...

frighten me.

You frighten me.

From now on, you will not use drugs.

Not in this house, because if you do...

as much as I love you...

this will no longer be your home.

Do you understand that?

[sobbing] Yes.

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

-[sobbing] -[door shuts]

[instrumental music]

[crying]

[instrumental music]

Oh, this is such a lovely gift.

Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just glad to see you're feeling better.

Well, for a one-handed grandma, I'm getting around pretty good.

[giggles] Not only have I learned to cook with one hand,

but I tie the twins' shoelaces with my teeth.

[both chuckling]

Oh, look at these beauties.

[gasps] These are my favorite.

[sniffs] Oh, I do thank you.

Well, I thank you for being so kind to Olivia.

-Oh. -After what she did.

I also thank you for being so discreet.

Family business is family business.

How is Olivia?

She's fine.

It must be so hard for you.

I know with Joshua... [grunts softly]

just before he died,

things got so bad,

we had to throw him out of the house.

Can you imagine

telling your son to get out of the house?

We were at our wits' end.

Lilimae, if there's anything else you need,

please call me.

To this day, I regret that.

I will go to my grave regretting that.

It was a mistake...

locking my son out of the house.

[upright music playing]

Take care, Lilimae.

[instrumental music]

Paige.

I don't like what you've done, but...

I understand how desperate you must have been to do it.

Paige needs help, Mr. Winston,

and I'm going to try and keep her with us

as long as I can to work things out.

-Anne needs to be told. -What?

You haven't even called Anne yet?

You haven't even told her that her daughter's alive?

Huh?

-Come on. -Anne's very fragile.

Her life hasn't been as easy as I'd like for it to be.

I'm not even sure that I'd know how to tell her about Paige.

-I was hoping that you might. -Me?

You want me to call Anne?

You're the one who kept me from even knowing I had a daughter.

You're the one who kept me away from Anne in the first place.

I realize now that it was a mistake.

Yeah, it was a mistake. It was a big mistake, and you had no reason for it.

I'll tell you what, Mr. Winston. You caused this whole mess.

Now you can clean it up.

You call Anne and tell her about Paige.

[street din]

[Mack] Come on, Karen. Don't start.

-I'm not starting. -Yeah, you are.

I'm just reminding you of what you already know.

Well, if I already know it, then I don't need you to remind me.

You can't ignore Anne.

You have a responsibility to talk to her.

Hey, you know what? I don't want to.

-Mack. -And do me a favor.

Don't stand here and remind me of my responsibilities.

I know what they are.

And my first one is to my kid.

Let Russell Winston take care of his.

Oh, you're gonna trust him to tell her, huh?

-Yeah, why not? -Why not?

Because this is the man who made Anne disappear into thin air

because she was carrying your child.

This is the same man who treats Paige

like-- like she's not worthy of being in the family

because she is your daughter.

He has done nothing but to lie to you and Paige,

and now all of a sudden you're gonna trust him

to tell his daughter

that your daughter is alive and well, and living with you.

-Great. -Yeah, right.

And what do you want me to do, huh?

Hop the red eye and fly to New York,

knock on Ann's door and say, "Hi, it's Mack. Do you remember me?

Oh, by the way, our kid didn't die,

but she's living with me in California.

She's a little disturbed, but she'll get through. We'll work it out."

So, what's new? Is that what you want me to do?

I'll call the airlines.

Fine. Fine.

-Hi, honey. -Hi.

[Abby exhales sharply] Give me a kiss.

What you doing?

I'm drawing angles for art class.

Oh, looks nice.

Everything quiet around here?

Yep.

You and Olivia have been home here since school, huh?

-Yeah. -Good.

Anything new?

No.

Except I think Olivia has a new boyfriend.

Who?

Some guy stopped by.

He gave her a present or something.

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-Give it to me. -Give you what?

Give it to me.

Oh.

Give me your car keys.

I have to have a car to get to school.

I told you I would not allow you to use drugs.

You're not going to school.

Give me your house keys, too.

What are you gonna do? Lock me out?

No, I'm not gonna lock you out.

I'm gonna lock you in... with me.

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