7th Heaven (1996–2007): Season 2, Episode 4 - Who Knew? - full transcript

A 'cool' schoolmate slips Matt a joint, which he politely tucks away in his shirt-pocket but accidentally loses the marijuana at home, where dad finds it dropping from Happy's jaw. Annie stops him from accusing Matt without any proof, so they agree to probe the kids individually, and their guests, even Wilson, who contrasts brilliantly with Lucy's Goth new mate Rod. Hasty hiding the evidence causes a huge misunderstanding. Annie's confession, first to Eric, then to Matt, she once 'experimented' too, backfires. Simon, exhausted from trying to teach Ruthie laundry, is furious when Matt confesses to spare his siblings drug tests. Eric's deaf rage only drives Matt away, and both men near despair, yet providence seems to intervene.

- Hey, Matt, what's up?
- Hey, Mitch.

- So, what's on your party plate?
- Nothing.

Me and 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 gotta 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 tide you over for the weekend?

Here's a joint.

Guaranteed to
knock you on your butt.

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.

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 offence.



- So, how'd the meeting go, Mom?
SIMON: 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.
SIMON: 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're not catching on
to the second part of the equation.

The laundry part.

Let me guess.
This is your favourite 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?


That's not funny.

She's not only wearing it during
the day, she's wearing it at night too.

I wear the next day's outfit to bed,

so 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, because the only clean thing
I have to wear to dinner is my pyjamas.

Fine, come on.

Hey, Simon. Hey, Ruthie.

- I wanna braid my hair like that.
- It's just a stage. She'll grow out of it.

- Hi, girls.
MARY: Hey, Mom.

Do we have 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 gonna come by later

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

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

because 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?
LUCY: Relax, Mom, he's 14.

And he drives a moped.


What? He's a very mature guy.

And I emphasise the word "guy."
He's very manly.

I think we 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.

- Has Happy been outside today?
- Yeah, just in the backyard, why?

- No reason. Just wondering.
- Man, my eyes are killing me.

Hey, give me one of those.

Hey, ah-ah-ah! No more snacking.

You're gonna spoil your dinner.

Hey, Dad, remember
when you said Wilson

could stop by after dinner tonight?

I was hoping you and Mom could
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?

Hm? Oh.

You know what, girls, tonight's not
such a good night for company.

- But I cleared this on Wednesday.
- Mom?

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

Oh, uh, can--?
Can we talk for a minute upstairs?


Don't worry.

Something's up.

Yeah, did you see Dad spacing out
back there?

- You guys are paranoid.
- Maybe, but he was staring at you.

He might have been staring at me,
but he ruined your big plans.

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.

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 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-- 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 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 gonna 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?

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 teenaged father.

- Has Matt had any friends over?
- Not lately.

- How are we gonna find out?
- You talk to families

with 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.

Come to think of it,
we should let the girls have guests.

I wanna talk to Wilson.

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

- Rod.
- Rod.

- Now, what's Matt up to tonight?
- He said he was just gonna hang out.

Good, good.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

You hang on to the evidence, okay?

All right.



You can't wear your bathing suit
to dinner.

Why not? Mom says I can
dress myself any way I want to.

Besides, it's either this
or my pyjamas.

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 this stuff.


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

is you have to separate
your colours.

I separate my colours.

- These colours?
- 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
wanna have a guest over tonight.

- Really?
ERIC: Really.

And I apologise for being
a little short before in the kitchen.

- It's just it's been a tough week.
LUCY: Well, that's great.

I mean, not about your week.

It's okay. 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...

- Rod.
- Right. Rod.

You'll like him.
He's not like other guys.

That's a good thing?

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 gotta 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 wanna 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.

This 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 them were smoking,
it would have to be her.

Yeah, I can see it.

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 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-- I changed my mind.
I think I wanna 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 this is the year that you learn
about drug abuse in health class.

- That's major-league stuff.
- Well, not really.

- It all seems pretty stupid actually.
- Stupid?

Well, 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 in 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.



Uh, yes, just a minute, please.
Who's calling?

It's for you. It's Mitch.


Hey, Mitch, what's up?

Yeah, swing by and pick me up.

What time?

Okay, thanks.

- That was Mitch.
- Yeah, I know.

- We're gonna hang out tonight.
- Where you going?

The pool hall
or 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

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

- That's very thoughtful of them.
- Yeah.

How do I look?

Hm? Oh.

Well, it's very...

- ...Twiggy.
- Who?

No, no one. Uh, 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 what grade is this Rod in?

- Same year as I'm in.
- And how old?

Same age as me.

Mm-hm. 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?

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

Well, is everything okay
with you and Mom?

- What?
- I was just asking, that's all.

- Hey, Mary, 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?

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 wanna 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 wanna 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?

Uh... Yeah?

Well, could you please
not do that so much?

- That's it?
LUCY: 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. I see.

Anything else?


You might wanna spend
a little bit more time with Mom.

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

is probably a lot harder
than people think.

Just make sure you always pull
all your money out of the pockets.

You can 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.

But 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 could 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.

Wanna 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.


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

Somebody should
remind him of that.

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

Not really.

He's wearing a Rastafarian T-shirt
and he's got a moustache.

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 because they smoke pot?

You don't need to worry about some
furry-lipped suburban kid on a moped

being a true Rastafarian.

No, me neither,
but 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.

For some strange reason,
I thought you might.

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


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--

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, great meatloaf.

- 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 moustache.

It was a culinary delight, Mom.

"Culinary" is one of
my spelling words.

Thanks, 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 wanna 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 meatloaf like nothing happened?

Eric, it was a long time ago.
I was a kid.

The longer you and I were together,
the more I--

I didn't wanna bring it up.

- I really wish you had.
- I do too, but I didn't.

Were you never tempted to do it?


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?

Right now I think we should
stay focused on the problem at hand,

namely Matt.

- If that's what you wanna do.
- That's what I wanna do.

He's going out with his friends.

That kid is 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 gonna make for him

is he's not going anywhere tonight.

MITCH: 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 gotta get out of here.



Hey, what happened
to all my white stuff?

Didn't I tell you
you have to separate your colours?


Somehow I don't think
Mom's gonna 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, 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 apologise.

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?

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

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

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.

- Where you going?
- I'm going out to play with Matt.

Uh, actually, Simon, I--
I wanna talk to Matt.

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.


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 I'll do whatever it takes to allow
him to trust me with his daughter.

I can't believe
you've been here 10 minutes

and 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 would 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--
Her boyfriend left her house stoned

and got in his car to go home.

One stoplight before he got there,

he got in a terrible accident.

He-- 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'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'd much prefer that you take
responsibility for your own actions.

It's funny.

Sounds like I'm already guilty.


- Hey.
- Hey.

- What?
- What?

So, um, Rod, right?

- So how old are you, anyway?
- Fourteen.



How long did it take you
to grow the moustache?

Fourteen years.

- Nice shirt.
- I made it.

- Oh, so you sew?
- He paints. Rod's an artist.

- Nice-- 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 2-year-old son.

Whoa, guess I'm looking better.


Better than what?

You know what, Lucy, 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?

Maybe you should go home too,

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.

Goodbye, son.

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

I'll ask him if he wants to
put his moped in my car.

Good, 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.

Wow, that's great, Ruthie.

Why don't you take it upstairs,

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.

I never thought of myself
as the type of father

who'd have to drug test his kids,
I'm willing to just do 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
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 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.


What a relief.

I mean, it's not like we thought that
Mom was a stoner or anything.

Wait a minute,
then whose joint is it?

It's mine.

- You've gotta be kidding.
- Look, Simon--

- Man, I can't believe you.
- Simon, wait.

Girls, get going up to your rooms.
We need to talk to Matt.

- What are you trying to pull?
- Eric, calm down.

I've been about as calm as I can be.
Now it's time for some answers.

It's not enough that you smoke dope,
you have to bring it here.

- What if one of the kids found it?
- 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 saw on Simon's face

is the look of a kid
who's lost all respect for his brother.

- Eric--
- Is this why

you've never held down a job?

Here's something
that doesn't take a lot of skill.

Just a lighter
and a lack of self-respect.

- That'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 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, why don't you ask Mom?
Maybe she can explain it to you.

Don't you dare
bring your mother into this.

Apologise, right now!


You're not going anywhere.

I'm not staying here.

Don't you dare walk out that door!

Damn it.

I 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.

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 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 wanna 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.


I always thought that
since we talked to our kids

over and over again about drugs,
that 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 wanna disappoint.

I'm sorry that I have 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 apologise for reacting the way I did.

Thank you.

I'm glad I finally told you.

What are we gonna do?

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

I don't know.

I gotta get out of here.
I feel like going for a ride.

Let me go with you.
I'll have Mary watch the kids.

I can't believe it.

You can always tell
the stoner crowd at school

and Matt 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.

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's 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.

MATT: I don't know what
I was gonna 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.


I'm just...

I'm so sorry.

It was so stupid.

I don't know how
they're gonna trust me

if they won't even listen to me.


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.

You're gonna be all right.

This family's gonna be all right.