7th Heaven (1996–2007): Season 3, Episode 5 - ...And a Nice Chianti - full transcript

To all other Camdens's horror, pigheaded Mary just got her driver's learning permit and is out for miles. Matt initially escapes having to accept a ride, but his 'new' car is stolen by a pregnant girl whose car -actually reported stolen by her parents- he gallantly offered to check on, a story two passing-by cops refuse to believe. Simon takes the school-bus, where seats are reserved by jungle-law, but overplays his hand when offering the chief bully help from apparent 'fellow nerd' Marvin. Lucy gets attention on her bus from cocky Stevie, whose thus dumped girl and two buddies are out for revenge.

I was thinking about
taking the bus to school.

I thought we agreed
that I was going to ask first.

I didn't ask first, Ruthie did.

They're back.

Remember, it was only written a test,
and she is a smart girl.

I'm afraid so.

I got it. I got my learner's permit.
And Dad got me my own set of keys.

Congratulate me.

- Congratulations.
- Ditto.

I'm am an official licensed driver.

Chauffeur. Licensed chauffeur.

And it's not a licence,
it's a learner's permit.

"Learner" being the key word here.

That's right. Wherever you go,
I shall go with you.

I don't care, I am driving.

And I am the greatest driver
in all the world.


- Pretty, pretty please.
- No.

- Even if I paid you money?
- No.

Even if I said I'd never ask for
anything else ever in my whole life?

No, you're riding with Mary and me,
that's the end of it, okay?

If you guys miss the bus, you can
always beg me to give you a ride.

Lunches are on the kitchen counter.

Don't worry.
The bus thing won't last long.

I hope they really hate it
and they want a ride home today,

but you punish them
by making them take the bus

for weeks and even months.

- Punish me, Mommy, punish me.
- No, no bus.

- Go, go, go.
- Not funny.

Yeah, why can't you drive us
to the bus stop?

I'll drive you.

Mar, could you help me with this,

- Yeah.
- Okay, and the others too, thanks.

- Not funny.
- What's not funny?

- Who's trying to be funny?
- I'm a very good driver.

- I'm sure you are.
- Then take the helmet off.

It's not a helmet, it's a sports hat,
kind of like a baseball cap,

only for football,
and it matches my shirt.

Give me a break. Take it off.

I'm sure they'll all get used
to your driving soon.

- Does "all" include you and Mom?
- No, that'll never happen.

That's okay, honey.
You have other things to do.

Well, you know, a couple of things,
but I won't be long if you need me.

You know, I don't--

I don't need you.
I mean, I need you, but not for this.

You know, stop.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go by Elizabeth Brown's
house before heading down to church.

I feel so badly for her.
She and her husband are divorcing?

Divorced. And it was a rough one,
for both of them.

- Where is he now?
- He moved Back East.

He wants to get away from everything
that reminds him of their son.

And she still can't let go at all,
can she?


You know, last time I was over there,

she hadn't moved anything
out of the boy's room.

She still hasn't.

It's so frustrating.

You know, at this point
I'm just trying to be harmless

because helpful isn't working.

You can't say you haven't tried.

You two have been working on this
a long time.

It'll happen, it's got to.

She's such a nice women.

- Sit down.
- Geeks in front.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

- Come on, sit down already.
- Excuse me, is this seat taken?

- Loser.
- Get in the front of the bus.

- Sit down.
- Hurry up.

Sit down.

Oh, no, freshmen.

- Hey, man, check it out.
- Upper-class chick.

Watch me work, boys.

Hey, babe, how's it going?

You're new to the yellow submarine,

Yes, I'm, Lucy, and you are?

Stevie, Stevie Stevenson.

You might have heard of me,
I get around.

I don't think so.

I mean, maybe you get around,
but I've never heard of you.

Then maybe you and I should spend
a little time together, you interested?


- That's what they all say, at first.
- I have a boyfriend.

So? I have a girlfriend. But we wouldn't
wanna let them get in the way.

We're all too young to be making any
major commitments, don't you agree?

We've gotta play the field.

Would that be your girlfriend,
right there, staring at us?

Yeah, that's her, Sheila.

But when I say girlfriend,
I mean we're part-time,

that's my policy.

Look, I really don't wanna get
in the middle of your relationship.

Too late, babe.
I think Stevie's in love.

I don't see any
of my old friends anymore,

and I certainly haven't been in
any condition to make any new ones.

I just don't know what else to do.

I was thinking about it last night.

I think it might help if you started

by setting aside a little time
every morning

to think about your son.

Just think about Alan,

and just let it all go,
cry as much as you can.

I do that. Don't I do that?

Well, at least lately,
you've been fighting doing that,

and now I think
you ought to allow yourself to do it,

but only for 15 minutes.

And what if once I let loose,
I can't stop?

I'm sure you can stop.
But first you have to really let go.

Just lose it completely,
and cry all you like,

but remember, only for 15 minutes,
and then call it quits.

Put the grieving aside

and try to let the rest of the day
be just for you,

maybe even let some other people
do something for you.

Go to a salon, get a massage,

call in a housekeeper,
order food in, anything.

But try to stay open to the possibility
of help coming your way.

Stay open.

Yeah, and I'm gonna do
the same thing.

I'm gonna try to let an answer
come to me

instead of willing myself
to come up with one on my own.

All right.
If that's what you think we should do.

Yeah, I do.

I don't know, let's give it a shot.



Need some help?

Thank you so much for stopping,
I don't know what's wrong.

The car just conked out. Unfortunately
I know absolutely nothing about cars.

I don't know much about cars either,
but I'll take a look.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

I'm not even sure
what I'm looking for.

I don't see any loose wires or hoses
sticking out or anything on fire.

Well, I guess you would have noticed
if there were a fire.

Hey, maybe if you jump in
and start it up, that'll help.


Whoa, whoa,
I don't think so, geek boy.

Either you hurry up and finish
the homework so I can copy it,

or I'm gonna give you
the screaming wedgy of your life.

I am hurrying, I just don't have it.

But even if I did, it wouldn't work,

it's supposed to be an essay,
in your own words,

and it counts as a test.

So if you just copied mine
it wouldn't be fair.

- Fair?
- Hey, guys, is there a problem?

Brainiac here says
I can't copy his homework.

I say that's up to me.

You got a problem with that?

I told him it has to be in his own words,
it's an essay.

You know, I bet if you loosen your grip
on this guy here--

- Marvin. Name's Marvin.
- Right.

Marvin, here, would be willing to help
you help yourself to a very good grade.

I like that idea.

I'm Nick.

I like a man with a plan.

Simon. I've seen you around.

So, smart little man,
help me help myself.

Who is that guy?

Simon. Simon Camden.

- You must think you're pretty cool.
- Excuse me?

Stay away from Stevie
if you know what's good for you.

So how was it?

It was fine.

- Who was that girl?
- Oh, no one.

Any way to treat your car, son?

Actually it's not my car, it belongs
to this stranded girl I stopped to help.

Well, she's gone now. See, while I was
looking under the hood of her car,

she jumped in my car
and just took off.

Can I see your licence and registration,


I don't have my registration, because,
like I said, this girl just stole my car.

I mean if you guys hurry,
you might be able to catch her.

Looks like we have
a stolen vehicle here.

That's what I've been trying to tell this
officer here, this girl just stole my car.

He's talking about this car right here,
it's been reported stolen.

Do you know anything about that?

No, it's not my car.

My car was just stolen
by some pregnant girl.

So now she's a pregnant
stranded girl.

What? You guys aren't gonna
arrest me, are you?

Oh no, no,
we don't do that anymore,

we just ask you
to return the car to the owner.

Hello, Carolyn,
and how are you doing today?

- Why, thank you. I am just--
- Wait.

Never mind, I know.

- You're just happy to be alive.
- Happy to be alive.

I can't help it, I am. I owe it
to that young man

that gave me this magnificent heart
to be a happy guest on this planet

for as long as my little party lasts.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Do you know that woman?

Oh, that's Carolyn Fulton.

She's always like that,
ever since her heart transplant.

She had a heart transplant?

About three years ago.

Seems like those doctors
certainly put hers in the right place.

See you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I changed them back. It's supposed
to be good for the babies.

- I'm gonna hurt you.
- Not while I'm wearing this.


Hey, thanks for saving me
this morning, Simon.

- You were great.
- Hey, Camden.

I think I aced the essay.

Never even knew I had it in me

till you set me up
with my little buddy over here.

Hey, Camden. Think you could get
some of the guys up in the front

to help some of us guys in the back
with our homework?

Sure, why not?

Oh, sorry.

Relax, don't be afraid of her,
she's harmless.

I'm not afraid.
It's not a matter of being afraid.

I have a boyfriend.

Didn't we go over all that
this morning?

I'm sure we can work something out.

I'm sure we can't.

The problem with you
is that you're new to the bus

and you don't know how
this man-woman thing works

when the wheels go round
and round.

Hey, Elizabeth, come on in.

You're not gonna believe
what happened.

Just like you suggested,
I decided to do something for myself,

to go get my hair done, and
there I was, just sitting in this salon

reading a Redbook,
when this woman walks in,

this charming,
cheerful, wonderful woman

who had a heart transplant
three years ago.


After the accident,
we donated all of Alan's organs.

You never mentioned that.

I haven't thought about it in
a long time.

I remember once,
a short time after he died,

the hospital asked
my husband and me

if we'd like an update on the progress
of the organ recipient,

but back then it just all seemed
too overwhelming.

We were both still in a fog
and well, you know,

I just haven't been able
to deal with any of this.

But then today I saw this woman,

and when the hairdresser
told me her story,

well, I knew I wanted to talk to her,

but I just didn't know
how to approach her.

I mean, it would certainly make sense
if this woman

is the one who received Alan's heart,

it happened around that same time,
in this same area.

Do you think it's possible?

Anything's possible, you know, but--

I got her name and number
from the salon.

I was hoping
that you might call on her.

I'm sorry I'm so late. I got tied up with
some business with Elizabeth Brown.

Did I not call?

Oh, yes, you called.
Matt didn't, and I don't like that.

He may have his own car, but that
doesn't mean he can't pick up a phone

and let his mother know
he's not gonna be home.

I'll talk to him.

Well, he'll have to get home first,
won't he?




Hello, make it snappy.

Don't be alarmed,

but until we can find a young pregnant
woman who stole Matt's car,

your son is officially a suspect
for grand-theft auto.


Oh, hey, Matt,
I'd love to give you a ride to school,

but I don't wanna be busted harbouring
a felon in the station waggon.

Thanks for your support.

It's too bad you feel that way, Mar.

You know there is a four lane
to campus

and I could let you give it a shot,
if Matt did want a ride, but...

Really? You're kidding me?
That is so awesome.

The felon would like it noted
he's being transported against his will.

A four lane? I am smoking.

I am fully aware that you haven't
ridden in the back seat for years,

so I'd be happy to sit behind you.

You just don't want a front-seat view
of Mary Andretti on a four lane.

And what have we here?

A hockey mask. It's for hockey.

That's the one where the guys come in
wearing their best Sunday suits

and they look real good, then
they put on football suits and skates

and fight each other with big sticks.

And the ones
who don't wear these masks,

sometimes they don't have
no teeth left,

and the ones that are really ugly,
they put them in a glass box

and let people look at them.

And when they get tired of looking,
they get out.

Where do I even begin with that?

It's not "no teeth," it's "any teeth,"
as in, "They don't have any teeth left."

- Thank you.
- I've got enough problems, all right?

- "Have."
- Have what?

No, it's you "have" enough problems.

You think I've got problems?
You could go to jail, mister.

- Done.
- "Finished." But never mind.

Okay Ruthie, I think we're setting up
a bad pattern here.

Today it's the hockey mask,
yesterday it was the football helmet.

I like to be fair to all the sports.


Aren't you afraid
you're gonna hurt Mary's feelings?

I wouldn't wanna hurt Mary's feelings.
Mary's your sister, and she loves you.

And she's three times your size
and can toss you like a basketball.

Mary's feelings? For a college boy,
you don't know nothing.

"Anything." "Anything."

- Whatever.
- Anything.

I take it you're Reverend Camden.

- That's me.
- I'm Carolyn. You called me?

I hope I haven't just randomly
offended God or something?

No, you would have been
struck by lightning.

No, really, did I?

Did I do something crazy
that someone took offence at,

because whatever it was,
I'm just so very sorry.

No, I promise you, it's--
It's nothing like that at all.

Please have a seat.

No, I just wanted to talk to you

because I had heard
that you were a transplant recipient.

That's right. This isn't my heart, but I'm
doing my best to give it a good home.

That's wonderful.

- You got a really great attitude.
- Thank you.

I was just wondering
if I might ask you,

well, this is very personal,

I'm only asking because someone
heard you talking about it quite openly.

I was wondering
if you knew the donor?

Who the donor was?

If you'd ever met the donor family.

I tried to contact them through the
hospital about a year after my surgery.

I wanted to make sure
that I did okay,

but they didn't want to hear from me.
I can't blame them, you know.

So were you ever given
any information at all

from the hospital
about the donor or his family?

Just that the heart came
from a teenage boy.

He was riding a motorcycle
without a helmet.

Ran into the back of a truck
on a freeway somewhere in Oregon.

That's it.

I'm not the person
that you're looking for, am I?

No, no.

Then again, maybe you are.

Simon, this is great,
these guys are actually listening to us.

Way to go, guys. Keep it up.

Let's go.

You. Meet me at 3:00
in front of the school.

I'm not meeting anyone anywhere.

Okay, if that's the way you want it.

But if I were you, I wouldn't plan
on taking the bus this afternoon.

You know,
I don't like being threatened.

So, what are you going to do
about it?

I don't know, but you can quit trying
to intimidate me

because I'm older than you are,
I'm smarter than you are

and I'm tougher than you are.

No you're not.

Okay. Well, my sister is. So watch it.

The three of you.

This kid wasn't hard to find.

Just placed a few calls,
one came back.

You'd thing she'd at least
park in the alley, wouldn't you?

So you're just going to do what,
say you didn't see the car?

No, I can't do that.

But I suspect we can probably manage
to get the charges dropped

all the way around.

How are we gonna do that?

Well, Matt can always say he made
a mistake, let the girl borrow the car.

What about the other guy?

No, he's not interested
in seeing Matt get in any trouble.

He just wants to find his daughter,
it seems she's the one who stole it.

She's a runaway.

You kind of just like
to let this information out

just one small piece at a time,
don't you?

Let's go.

I wish people would quit
sneaking up on me.

Who's sneaking? Boy, these bus rides
are leaving you jumpy.

Bad driver?

Well, I might as well tell you
because I'm gonna need your help.

You remember that girl
you saw me with yesterday?

No. I drove past so many people
yesterday, they're all just a blur.

Well, her name was Sheila and she
wants to beat me up after school

because she thinks
I like her boyfriend.

This freshman moron who keeps
sitting next to me on the bus.

You insult my driving
by refusing to ride in the car with me,

and now you want me
to fight your battles?

No, I don't think so.
You're on your own.

No, it's not you,
it's not your driving I'm afraid of.

It's Mom.

I don't wanna be seen with her,
especially at school,

and neither do Simon or Ruthie.

If you hadn't gotten
your learner's permit,

- we wouldn't even be in this situation.
- What are you talking about?

Look, it's bad enough that
Mom and Dad are all over each other

in the house, day in and day out,
but this is like taking it to the streets.

Our streets, our schools,
in front of our friends.

Mom is a walking advertisement

that those two
can't keep their hands off each other.

there are about to be seven of us.

Seven. I'm surprised that
the zero-population-growth people

haven't shown up at our door

and dragged the two of them
off to some seminar.

I hope Sheila
beats the snot out of you.

- Simon.
- What?

I heard that Nick got an F
on that essay he turned in yesterday,

- He's looking for us.
- What do you mean?

Well, how'd he fail?
I thought you helped him.

I tried,
but I'm just a C-student myself.

Oh, man.

I thought you were smart.
I thought all the guys

- in the front of the bus were smart.
- Why?

- You all look smart.
- What does that mean?

We look smart, how?
We look like geeks or something?

No, it's...

It's just you all sit together
with your heads in your books.

Just because we all sit together
doesn't mean that we're all smart.

We're scared of the guys
in the back.

We don't know where else to look,
so we pretend like we're reading.

Well, now's a fine time
to tell me this.

If I were you, I'd work on getting
another ride home,


- Hello?
- Hi.

Annie, this is Theresa.

Theresa's the one who
borrowed Matt's car.

Pleased to meet you.

Looks like
we have something in common.


We called Theresa's parents,
they're gonna come over later.

Do they know?

Not to worry, Eric's very good
at talking to parents about everything.

It'll be okay.

Honey, I was just kind of thinking

that maybe you'd be the best person
to talk to them.

Matt, I'm really sorry.

I wasn't even thinking
when I took your car.

- I just-- I panicked.
- Forget about it.

What are you gonna do now?

I know I should
put the baby up for adoption,

but I'm just not sure
I'm brave enough to do that.

I keep praying that there's another
answer, some other way.

Maybe your parents
will let you come home.

My parents told me a thousand times
that if they ever found out I had sex,

that they'd disown me.
And that if I ever got pregnant,

I shouldn't even bother coming home,
I was on my own.

You know how parents are,

they say all kinds of crazy things
but don't necessarily mean them.

You've told us every day
since I can remember

if we don't put our underwear
in the laundry basket,

- you're gonna put it on the front lawn.
- And one day I am going to do that.

I am.

- I really am.
- You see what I mean?

Hi, Luce, bus not working out?


- Hit it.
- I know nothing.

You've got two choices, Camden,

screaming wedgy
or a long walk home.

I suggest the long walk home.

And I'm speaking from experience.

On behalf of bus drivers everywhere,
thank you.

Oh, just in time.

The laundry just dropped off
your clean clothes.

I thought it was funny.

All right.

In the drawers of your rooms.

Not the floor, desk, desk chair,
toy chest, bathroom counter,

or your bed, or my bed.

Anything I find, I keep.
And if it's underwear,

I'm putting it out on the front yard
where the neighbours can see it.

Sure, Mom.


Wait a minute. Why are you all
together? What happened to the bus?

I just changed my mind, that's all.
Too many freshmen.

I was gonna walk home today,

but I lucked out when Mary saw me
and stopped to pick me up.

By the way, she's not such
a bad driver when Dad's in the car.

You guys may want to take that
under consideration.

Upstairs, the three of you.
We need to talk.

- Who squealed?
- It wasn't me.

Lucy. Big surprise.

Hey, where's the pregnant chick
who stole Matt's car?

Kitchen. And show some respect.

Did you give the bad news
to Elizabeth yet?

Not yet. I called before,
but she wasn't home yet.

I'll get over there as soon as I can.

- Think that's them?
- It's going to be okay.

Yeah, I wish I could believe you,

but I don't have
a very good feeling about this.

And neither does she.

Thanks for calling.

We suspected our daughter
was the one who was mixed up

with this whole mess
with the stolen cars.

And I'm very concerned she got a
minister's son involved in this situation.

Actually, we called you

because we thought
you might be concerned about her.

We suspected as much.
We just wanted to see for ourselves.

I guess you just did your best
to embarrass us,

and let me tell you, you have
succeeded in the worst possible way.

Who's this, your boyfriend?

No, actually, I'm the guy
who was arrested in your car,

the minister's son,
the object of your concern.

Just so you know, I intend to see
that you are not punished

for my daughter's mistakes.

She's made a lot of them.

But not like this one.

I warned you, Theresa.

Me too. You just never listened.

And now here you are,
with the biggest mistake ever.

You know, I don't think
God really makes any mistakes.

My feelings exactly.

Of course, we as human beings
make mistakes. I know I do.

My husband does,
my kids do, all five of them.

They make mistakes.

They make uninformed choices,
they make naive choices.

No one is perfect.

Are we feeling guilty yet?

For instance, I know
that I'm going to go upstairs

and find 25 pounds of laundry

shoved and dropped and forgotten,
but not in a drawer.

And they have, on occasion,

taken turns disappointing us
with one thing or another.

But we love them, just as I know
that despite your harsh words,

you love your daughter.

This isn't a matter of whether or not
we love our daughter.

It's totally a matter
of loving your daughter.

Even if we do,

there are some mistakes
you just don't forgive,

and this is one of them.

Look, no matter
what kinds of mistakes kids make,

and I promise you
my own have made some whoppers,

it doesn't help anyone to make them
feel ashamed or embarrassed.

I'm sorry.
I just didn't know what to do.

But I'm sorry for everything.

I'm afraid it's a little late
for apologies.

You got yourself into this mess,
you get yourself out.

I told you.

Well, I think I've had about enough.

You know, when Theresa told me
that she wanted to have a baby

so she could have someone
to love her,

you know, I couldn't quite get it.

Now I do.

We'll be going now.


If you change your minds,

you know where to find me and
I'll know where to find your daughter.

We won't change our minds.

Five children
and another one on the way.

Two more. She's having twins.
You got a problem with that?

- I feel horrible.
- Me too.

Make up your minds.
Are we embarrassed or not?

- Not.
- That's right,

because it's one thing to be
embarrassed by Mom and Dad's hair

or their clothes or their car.

But it's another thing
to be embarrassed

because they're having
a couple of babies.

Those babies deserve the best
from us, and so do Mom and Dad.

Because that's all we've ever gotten
from them, their best.

To tell you the truth,
I am a little afraid of your driving.

- Not me.
- Not one little bit.

Can I borrow that catcher's mask?

I can't believe those two.

It sure makes me think twice about
threatening our kids with anything.

Boy, oh, boy.
They are something else.

Dad, Elizabeth Brown
is on the phone.

She wants to know
if you have any good news for her.

Some days are better than others.

But every day I spend with my family
is a good one.

Hey, listen,

that doesn't mean
that the organ recipient isn't out there.

And he or she is out there
not just because of your son,

but because of you.

Because in a moment
of absolute sorrow,

you and your husband thought about
what you could do for somebody else.

Thank you.

If Carolyn Fulton
would still like to meet you,

would you be willing
to give that a shot?

I don't know.
I could certainly use a friend.

But what I think I need--

I mean, what I would really like
is a friend who needs me.

- Hello?
- Here we are.

Hi, Reverend Camden.

You all look so happy,
I don't know what to say.

It takes a village?

We just drove by your house
on the way over here.

There's underwear all over the lawn.


Annie's been trying to work out
when to threaten, when not to,

when to follow through.
I guess she made a decision.

The laundry's been driving her crazy.

It's so much harder to do
with a baby inside.

I don't imagine it's gonna be
any picnic when the baby gets out.

Reverend, I can't tell you
how glad I am to be off the streets.

I'm just so grateful Elizabeth
is letting me stay with her.

We did a little maternity shopping

at some of the secondhand shops
Annie suggested.

Yeah, some of that vintage stuff
is so hip.

I would never have thought
to look for maternity stuff there.

We cut it short. The last time
you called, you dropped quite a bomb.

So when you paged me, we were
anxious to hear what you had for us.

Well, actually, Elizabeth,
it's something for you.

The hospital coordinator's
had some responses to your enquiry.

Oh, that's wonderful news.
But you mean "response," don't you?

The woman said "responses."

Reverend Camden?

Hi. John Gorman.
The hospital sent me over.

- Thanks for coming down.
- No problem.

I'm looking forward to meeting
Elizabeth. Are one of you...?

Elizabeth, John.

I've been rehearsing what I'd say
if I ever got to meet you,

and I can't remember a word of it now.

I had a heart transplant
three years ago that saved my life.

The only reason I'm alive today now
is because of you and your son.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming forward,
for letting me see you face to face.

It means so much to me, really.

I'm Jane Chafin,
you must be Reverend Camden.

Pleased to meet you.
Are you looking for Elizabeth Brown?

I'm Elizabeth, but...

Bill Murphy, Reverend.
And this is my son, Michael.

The hospital sent us over.

Elizabeth Brown.
Her son was the donor.

Oh, hi.

I'm Jane Chafin.
I've been hoping to meet you for years.

I received a kidney from your son.

If not for you and your family,
I doubt I'd even be here.

Bill Murphy, ma'am.

My eyesight was saved
thanks to your son,

and well,
now I can see my son every day.

We don't know how to thank you.

Boy, when you keep yourself open...