7th Heaven (1996–2007): Season 4, Episode 5 - With Honors - full transcript

The Olsens train their puppy

to go to the bathroom
on newspaper.

Think about it.

So...

what kind of fun stuff

do we have planned
for tomorrow?

Teacher work day;
no school for Ruthie.

Yes!

Okay, let's see...
tomorrow, you can

help me clean the bathrooms,

do the laundry,



repair the kitchen sink,
darn socks,

reorganize the linen closet
and go shopping.

Toy shopping?

Food shopping.

Man, this is going to be
worse than school.

What?

It is going to be
worse than school.

Hey, you.

Whoa!

Oh...! What happened?

Maggie passed me the ball

at basketball practice
and I caught it with my mouth.

Ouch.

How's the acceptance
speech coming?



Not great, but since Corey and I
are sharing the award,

maybe she can give the speech.

Well, whoever
gives the

speech should choose
her words very carefully.

It's not every day you win

the local businessmen's
senior "All Sports Award."

Thanks, I really wasn't feeling
nervous enough.

You have to help me.

I don't want to work in
the attendance office tomorrow.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
have volunteered.

But, at the time I volunteered,

I didn't realize

I'd have to give up
my study hall.

I thought it was
before school or something.

And I need my study hall.

To study?

Yeah, sure.

Plus, it's the only time
before lunch

that I have to catch up
with my friends

and retouch my makeup.

You're not going to help me?

Can Lee stay over
for dinner?

Oh, sure, but don't forget
to call your mom

and let her know
where you are.

My mom died a
long time ago.

I'm sorry;
we didn't know.

It's okay.

She died when
I was a baby.

I don't really
remember her.

What about your dad?

He works nights.

Who usually feeds you?

Grandma.

Oh. Well, call her.

Tell them what
your dad does.

His dad's a private
investigator

who works with the local
police and the FBI.

The FBI.
That is so cool.

Come on.

I think being a
minister's a lot cooler

than working with the FBI.

And that's why I think
you're the bomb, baby.

Ooh!

This honor code our
American History professor

is making us sign is...
it's confusing.

Actually, it's really
quite simple.

When taking a test,
don't cheat.

And if you see someone
cheat, turn them in.

Matt, I'm so glad
I ran into you.

Listen, I need someone
to help me cram

for the American History
midterm.

I heard you tutor for money.

The test is tomorrow.

Please?

I'm going to fail.

Okay, meet me back here
first thing tomorrow.

But I'm not making
any promises.

You're a lifesaver.

What?

He cheats.

Come on, come on.

Open, open. Ah...

Yes!

Ah...

Ah, ah, ah...

Ah!

Mom, can I have $29.99?

I just have to have these
walkie-talkies I saw on TV.

Then I can call all my friends
and they can call me back.

And it only costs $29.99.

But, if you use the phone
to call your friends

and pretend the phone
is a walkie-talkie,

it'll cost less.

Parents.

So, is your dad working
with the police again tonight?

Yeah.
Then come over
to my house.

Thanks, that'd be great.

Your father works a lot, huh?

Less than when he
worked for NASA.

NASA?

As in the
space program NASA?

The police, NASA, and the FBI?

You're dad's the coolest.

Yeah, he's cool.

I'm lucky he's my dad.

I have no idea what to say
at the awards assembly.

I know.

I mean, who would've
thought winning an award

could be this
much trouble?

Hi.
Hi.

I'm Maggie.

I just transferred over
from Washington High.

I guess I missed you
at practice yesterday.

Well, you didn't miss me.

Sorry.

You know, you look just
like somebody

I knew at Lincoln
Junior High.

I've never been to Lincoln.

My mistake.

I better get going.

See you guys later.

The twins are lucky
you're their daddy,

and I'm lucky
you're my daddy, too.

I love you.

And I think you should get
the walkie-talkies you want.

You're the best dad ever.

I also think you're old enough
to earn the money yourself.

I hope you're not suggesting
that "allowance" thing

that the other kids do.

You can the trash out
for three dollars a week.

If you really want those
walkie-talkies,

that's the deal.

Take it or leave it.

I'll leave it.

There are easier ways
to make money than by working.

Don't be in a hurry
to start talking, okay?

Lucy Camden?

How do you know my name?

It's on your shirt.

Oh.

I need a hall pass.

I'm late.

Oh... oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

I'm sorry,
I need an excuse...

for the pass--
i-it's the rules.

Well, uh, what are my choices?

Um, well, let-let's see...

uh, how about sickness?

Sickness sounds good.

Are you sick?

Not anymore.

Did you hear the rumor?

It's all over school.

I just saw you this morning.

How can anything
be all over school?

Well, what can I say?

The really juicy stuff
has a life of its own.

Corey Conway had a baby
when she was 14.

Corey had a baby?

Yeah.

Maggie, the new girl,

said that there was
a Corey Conway

who went to her
junior high school.

And that Corey got pregnant

and dropped out of school
to have the baby.

Okay, you've known Maggie
for one day

and you've known Corey
for three years.

And you're listening to Maggie?

Maggie's pretty convincing.

Just don't get
swept up

in rumor fever, okay?

I'm telling you,

I think it's totally believable

that Corey had a baby.

What?

Hey, Corey.

What's new?

If I don't know this by now,
I'm never going to know it.

Thanks for the help.

I don't know why
you're thanking me.

I didn't really do anything;
not that I didn't try.

Well, uh...

I know I have a problem
focusing on school work.

But on the upside,

you have no problem
focusing on women.

I think you overpaid me.

Maybe you could earn
the extra money.

Earn how?

Well...

...the only way
I'm going to pass

this History midterm is if...

someone else takes it for me.

And...

you could use the money.

Are... you asking me
to help you cheat?

"Cheat" is such a harsh word.

I prefer "assist."

Thanks for
stopping by.

Hey, no problem.

You know, by the way,
I wanted to ask you something.

Do you know a
Jeff Patterson?

He's a private
investigator.

His son Lee told
us he works

with the Glenoak
Police Department.

Matter of fact, he's supposedly
working a case right now.

The police have detectives
for detective work.

We don't hire outside help.

Well, that's what
I thought.

I'm just trying to give Simon's
friend the benefit of the doubt.

The boy lied about his dad?

Looks that way.

Well, it's probably nothing.

But...

I do know of a Jeff Patterson.

And?

The Jeff Patterson I remember
didn't work with the police.

But he was arrested by them.

I'll make this quick.

I need $29.99.

I'm not giving you any money.

I'll pay you back.

Careful, Pinocchio,
your nose is growing.

Hey.

Hey, what?

You never pay money back
to those individuals

crazy enough to lend it to you.

Oh, come on, there must be
something I could do

to get you
to loan me some money.

I'll tell you what.

You get someone to mow
the lawn for me on Saturday,

and I'll consider
loaning you the money.

I'll be back.

Take all the time you need,
you're going to need it,

I've already asked
everyone in the house.

Yeah, but you're not me.

Matt's?

How come kids always
want to leave the nest,

but their laundry wants to stay?

Hey, how was the
attendance office?

It was fabulous,
fun, fantastic.

Teenagers.

Yeah, if you don't
like their mood,

wait ten minutes.

Yeah.

So, have you
reconsidered my offer?

'Cause, you know,
if you really want
those walkie-talkies,

getting an allowance

is the only way to go.

No, thank you-- I don't need an
allowance; I have a plan.

And it's a lot easier

than taking out the trash
for the rest of my life.

She has a plan,
should we be concerned?

Not concerned;
afraid, very afraid.

What's new?

Move away from me.

Relax, Camden,
I don't need you.

I made other plans.

You're not the only guy
on campus who needs money.

No talking!

Okay, all books,

backpacks, purses on the floor.

Everyone may turn over
their exam and begin.

Face the front, Mr. Camden.

Hi.

Hi.

My name's Bernadette,
what's yours?

Mary.

What happened to your lip?

It's a long story.

Hey, is your mommy home?

Go inside, honey.

Bye.

Bye, Bernadette.

Is that who I think that is?

Yeah, she's my daughter.

Maggie wasn't lying.

The rumor's true.

Well, now that you've seen her,
you can go.

Corey, listen.

Look, you're not going
anywhere until we talk.

I-I looked for you at school,
but you disappeared.

I had a baby
when I was 14.

Are you satisfied now?

How did you hide this
from everyone?

It wasn't easy.

I couldn't have anyone
over to my house.

I couldn't go to parties
or stay out late.

And forget about dating.

What with taking care of a baby,

I barely had time
to go to school,

let alone play basketball.

When I think about it,
I actually don't even know

how I was able
to finish high school.

Most teen mothers don't.

I do know I couldn't have
done it without my mom.

She's been there for me
every step of the way,

since the day I told her
I was pregnant.

Man, motherhood at 14.

You know what's harder
than motherhood?

Your friends talking and
whispering behind your back.

Not everyone
is talking about you.

Please!

This spring, I'm graduating
magna cum laude,

I'm the top scorer on a
championship basketball team,

and I've been accepted
to three Ivy League Colleges.

But now, thanks to Maggie,

the only thing
anyone cares about

is that when I was 14,
I had a baby.

Tyler!

Uh, what are
you doing here?

Do you have a date yet
for the "Fall Fling" dance?

No.

Well, now you do.

I do?

Yeah.

You want to take me
to the dance?

I thought you were dating
Courtney Webber.

We... broke up.

So, what do you say?

I guess I say,
you've got yourself a date.

Great.

See ya.

Are you okay?

Well...

We need to talk.

Is there a problem?

Several students approached me
to report that, after I left

the classroom they thought
that something was going on

between you, James Potter,
and another student.

You-you think I was cheating?

You-you know me, I don't cheat.

I'm afraid that's not
going to be good enough.

Hi, Reverend Camden,
Mrs. Camden.

Hey, Lee.

Hi. Simon's upstairs.

That...

That's okay, I-I've got it.

No problem, I'll just
give you a hand.

What's going on?

This is marijuana, isn't it?

I can explain.

You can explain

what a baggie of marijuana

is doing in your backpack?

Maybe he found it.

I-I did find it.

It's not mine, honest.

I swear.

The pot-- you didn't
find it, did you?

No.

What I'm going to tell you,

you can't tell anyone else.

The pot belongs to my dad.

I really do want
to believe you.

Hey.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing.

Well, if that's

what you guys look like
when there's nothing wrong,

I'd hate to see what
you look like in a crisis.

We'll tell you later.

Good enough.

How did your history
midterm go?

Speaking of a crisis...

uh, you know James Potter?

Yeah, I know
his father Roy.

Well, I hope he's
nothing like his son.

Yeah, I tried
to help James,

you know, tutor him
for the midterm,

then he cheated with this
other guy during the test,

and the professor
thinks I'm involved too.

You don't cheat.

No, I know.

Now all I have to do
is convince Professor Valentine.

Well, what about
the other boys?

Oh, from what I hear,

James will probably have his dad
fix it with the school.

Apparently he's a big
contributor.

Hey, it could
be worse.

You know, according
to the honor code I signed,

the professor could have
flunked me on the spot.

Thanks, Mom.

Okay, baby.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for an outfit to
wear to the dance next week.

But, it's hopeless.

Clearly, I have
nothing to wear.

I could help.

How?

I could get Mary to loan you
her new pink sweater.

And what do you want in return?

Just the honor
of being your sister.

And maybe you could mow the lawn
for Simon on Saturday.

Okay, what are you up to?

Just helping the people I love.

Mary will never say yes.

The sweater cost $50

and she's never
even worn it.

But it would look fabulous
with my khaki mini-skirt.

Okay, get me the sweater,
and I'll mow the lawn.

Hey, Eric. Hey.

Well, I did some checking.

And?

Jeff Patterson, Lee's dad,

has had some trouble
with the law.

He was arrested two
years ago for possession.

He plead it out
and got probation.

Then he and Lee moved in
with the grandmother,

who's currently holding down
two jobs, supporting the family.

Is Lee's mother dead?

Very much alive... or at least,
she was two years ago.

She forfeited custody of Lee
when he was five years old.

Maybe it's easier for him
to think of her as dead

than as an addict
who abandoned him.

Where is she now?

No one knows for sure.

She shows up every
once in awhile,

at a methadone or rehab clinic.

Well, this is a lot
worse than I thought.

Let's go talk
to the father.

I'll get Lee.

What do you want, huh?

I want to help you.

Ah. Why does
that scare me?

You should wear these
at the assembly tomorrow.

Mom doesn't let
anybody wear these.

They used to
be Grandma's.

I bet I can get Mommy
to loan them to you.

What?

How?

Don't worry about that.

Do you want to wear them?

Maybe.

I don't know.

What would I have
to do in return?

Lend Lucy your
new pink sweater.

I really wish
I knew what you were up to.

I'm not up to anything.

So, what do you say--
do we have a deal?

If I say yes,
will you leave me alone?

Sure.

Then yes, Lucy can
borrow my sweater.

Excellent.

Dinner tonight's on me.

The condemned man gets
a hearty last meal?

Come on, let's-let's go.

No way.

Hope you're happy.

I am.

At this moment,
my father's having

a little chat
with Professor Valentine.

And when my father talks,
people listen.

Especially, the little people.

So, unlike some of you,

I don't think I'll be
retaking the midterm.

Come on, Matt,
let's go.

If there's one thing

I've learned from the old man,

it's deny, deny,

deny.

Or is it lie, lie,

lie?

I don't know, I forget.

I get them confused.

Hey, Camden,

why don't you have
the old man call God?

Maybe the big guy could
pull some strings for you.

He's not worth it.

You know, my dad
taught me something, too.

If you have a problem,
go to the source.

Hello.

Lucy.

Tyler?

What's up?

I could use your help
with something.

Anything.

Well, I-I almost hate to ask.

Ask.

Well, you know quarter grades
are out next week.

Uh-huh.

And you can't get into Harvard
with C's in biology.

Yeah.

So I need access to
the school's main computers

to change my grades,

which, because of your new job
in the attendance office,

you can help me out with.

I can't do that.

Well, you don't really
have to do anything besides,

you know, find out the password
and give it to me.

I'll do the rest.

Look, my mom,
she's calling me, okay?

But we can talk about
the details tomorrow

at your sister's
awards assembly.

But I-I, I...

Hello?

Dad's not home yet?

No.

Cookie?

Mom, I'm not
five anymore.

If you want to talk to me,
just say you want to talk.

You don't have to trick me
into it by offering cookies.

Okay, I want to talk.

Lee said the marijuana
was his dad's.

And that he uses it when
he works with the police.

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

You know, if someone
wants to hide something

badly enough,

they can usually get away
with it for a little while.

But sooner or later,
the truth comes out.

And then you have
to decide whether

you're going to face
the truth or... deny it.

Now, for a lot of people,
it's easier to deny that their

friend or brother or sister

or son or daughter
is doing something wrong

than it is to face
the truth and take action.

Life sure was a lot easier
when I was younger.

You want a cookie?

What's going on?

Is everything okay?

I'm, uh, Eric Camden,
Simon's father.

Um, this is
Sergeant Michaels,

the Glenoak
Police Department.

We need to talk to you

about something that happened
at my house tonight.

Lee had a Baggie full of
marijuana in his backpack.

Lee.

What's going
on out here?

This man says
he found drugs...

on Lee.

Well, he didn't
get them from me.

Did you tell them
they were my drugs?

Is that what this is about?
'Cause you people

should know
he's a little liar, my son.

Isn't that
right, Lee?

You like to make up stories
about everything.

I didn't say
I got it from you.

Dad, I swear.

I told them I found it.

It's not my dad's marijuana.

You have to
believe me.

Look, I'm the minister
at Glenoak Community Church.

If there's a problem,
I can help...

That's nice, but I think you
should mind your own business.

When your son brought
drugs into my house,

it became my business.

You going to arrest Lee?

No.

But I am gonna
file a report.

Well, you file
anything you want.

You just leave me,

my son and my
mother alone.

What do you think?

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, it's a miracle--
your lip's healed.

A very cute guy asked me

to the Fall Fling dance.

So?

He also asked me
to help him break into

the school's main computer
so he could change his grades.

What?

You're not stupid,

and you know the difference
between right and wrong.

And you also know that
anyone who would ask you

to do something like that

is not somebody that
you need to be dating.

You're right.

Duh.

I just needed
some extra support.

It's not every day you tell
Tyler Smith to get lost.

Tyler Smith is dating
Courtney Webber.

They're practically married.

Tyler said they broke up.

Oh, my gosh.

Color me surprised.

A guy who asked you to break
into the school computers lied.

Hello.

Uh, sure, just a sec.

It's Corey.

What?

Oh, I shouldn't.

Shouldn't what?

Well, I overheard Mary
telling Lucy how much she wanted

to wear Grandma's sparkle
earrings to the assembly today.

Really?

It would mean the world to her.

Oh, just the Camden
I was looking for.

I thought maybe
you'd like to wear

Grandma's earrings
to the assembly today.

What's wrong?

Corey just called.

They are taking away
her half of the award

because they found out
that she has a baby.

They think that to
give her an award

endorses teen pregnancy.

I'm not going.

I don't want their stupid award.

Lee.

What's wrong?

I ran away.

I lied last night.

The marijuana belongs to my dad.

I know.

After my grandmother

left for work last night...

my dad started yelling at me.

He's mad about me

bringing the police
and you over to the house.

But... he's really upset
about me losing his drugs.

My grandmother's
still at work.

I-I didn't know
where else to go.

You came to the right place.

You're still my friend?

But I lied to you.

You only have to do two things
to be my friend:

Don't lie any more and...

...stay away from drugs.

I can do that.

Why don't you take

Lee upstairs and
finish getting ready.

You can come with us
to the assembly.

Oh, and tell your mother
Mrs. Pool said

she'd be happy
to watch the twins.

Reverend Camden...

Yeah?

Thanks.

Yeah.

Glenoak Police Department.

Sergeant Michaels, please.

Sergeant Michaels here.

- Lee Patterson ran away.
- He's over here.

Well, at least now
we know he's safe.

We know that the drugs
belong to his father;

we're positive he's still using.

Why can't we just
go in there and arrest him?

Oh, it's not that easy.

If we arrest him for possession,

Lee would have to testify
against his father.

Well, what about
the grandmother?

Oh, I think she's in
deep denial about her son.

If I get Social Services
involved,

they'll get Lee
out of the house,

but they'll also put him
in foster care.

I want to do what's in
Lee's best interest,

but I don't think
that's foster care.

Agreed.

I tell you,

what Lee's father needs

is a shove
in the right direction

and a little motivation
to straighten up his life.

So, are you the, uh,
shove or the motivation?

The motivation.

Well, I guess
that makes me the shove.

Yeah.

What's going on?

I was just gonna
ask you that.

I got a message
to meet you here.

I got a message
to meet you here.

Dad.

What's going on?

Sit down, James.

Roy Potter.

You must be
Matt Camden.
Yeah.

I spoke to Matt last night.

He told me
a very interesting story.

He's lying.

I don't think so.

Dad, come on.

I'm sorry.

Well, that's okay.

I'm sure Matt was
pretty convincing.

No.

I'm sorry for every one of
your problems that I solved.

Every university
I bought you into,

I'm sorry for giving you
too much too soon,

I'm sorry for giving you
everything-- but really...

giving you nothing.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to call Professor
Valentine, but not for you.

I'm going to let
your professor know

that he should reconsider
punishing Matt,

whose only mistake was
trying to help you out.

I can't believe this.

Before it's too late,
you need to figure out

how to get through life
on your own two feet.

I know it won't
be today,

but someday...

you're going to thank me
for doing this.

I'm sorry for any problems
my son might have caused you.

I found a way to pay
for my walkie-talkies.

Really?
Yeah.

And I didn't have
to do any work.

Hmm.

Hey!

Hello.
So...

what's a good day we
can do that computer

thing we talked about?
Um...

how about... never.

What?

I thought I knew better.

But you said you were
gonna help me out.

I knew you were
still dating Courtney,

but I was willing to deny
the truth-- unfortunately,

when you asked me to break
into the school computers,

I kinda woke up and realized
you were using me.

Well, I... I still
think you're pretty.

Aw, that's so sweet.

You know, I think you're pretty.

Pretty sleazy.

Bye-bye now.

You're not wearing
Grandma's sparkle earrings.

They didn't really go
with my outfit.

Oh, um... I don't
need to borrow

your pink sweater,
since I no longer

have a date
to the dance.

Oh, sorry, no sweater,
no lawn mowing.

This is not good.

No lawn mowing,
no loan.

Which means no walkie-talkies.

We probably should
go in and take

our seats, because, uh,
Mary should get backstage.

Okay.

Don't you think it
would've been easier

just to take
out the trash?

I don't like it
when you're right.

Did we miss it?

No, you're
just in time.

What happened
with James Potter?

Come on, let's go try

and find a seat.

Do you have $29.99
I could borrow?

So?
Professor Valentine
called me,

that's why we were late.

I don't have to retake
the midterm.

James told him
I wasn't cheating.

I guess when James
realized his

dad wasn't going to bail him
out, his best bet was

to tell the truth,
then throw himself

on the mercy of the court or...

the professor,
in this particular case.

I'm glad things worked out.

Thanks for calling
James's father.

When I called him last night,

he told me you had called, too.

You called James's father?

Yeah.

A chip off
the old block.

So, uh, you must be
feeling better.

What makes
you say that?

Because you're back,

meddling in other
people's lives.

Could everyone please
take their seats?

We'd like to begin.

Today, at the Kennedy
High School

All Sports Award Assembly,

we're honoring the achievements

of one of our standout seniors,

a student who has
always excelled

in both sports and school,
a student, I will definitely

be sorry to say good-bye to.

Now, I know you all know
who I'm talking about,

so, without further ado,
I'd like to announce

this year's
"All Sports Award" recipient:

Mary Camden.

I'd really like
to thank the local

businessmen's association
for this honor...

but I can't.

"Excellence in sports
and in life

"to individuals we hope
future generations

see as role models."

I never thought of myself
as a role model.

I go to school
and make good grades.

I go to basketball games
and score points.

But a role model?

I don't think so.

But there was a real

role model who was
supposed to receive

this award with me today--
but, at the last minute

the committee
changed their minds.

You all know who
I'm talking about

because, for the last 24 hours,

most of you have done nothing
but talk about her.

She's my friend...

my teammate, she's Corey Conway.

And when she was
14 she had a baby.

Corey Conway is a person,
not an issue.

And the only statement made
by celebrating her achievements

is to honor someone who didn't
take the easy road in life

and did what few others
could have done:

finish high school, with honors,

while raising a baby.

I want to let you know
how I feel

before I bring Corey
out on stage

and give her my award.

Because even though
she's not a role model

for the local
businessmen's association

or for some of the students
at this school...

...she is for me.

For excellence
in sports and in life.

Okay...

what's going on?

Your mother and son
asked me to help them.

Mom?

This is an intervention, Jeff.

You know what that is?

I'm outta here.
You can either listen

to your family, or
you can go to jail.

The choice is yours.

I'm not going to jail.

Marijuana possession
is a direct

violation of your parole.

That means serious
jail time.

Don't look at him.

He's not going to lie
for you anymore.

All right. You win.

I'll listen.

Look, I don't know
what Lee told you,

but I don't smoke pot.

I used to, but I quit.

Ask anyone.

Dad...

Stop lying.

Please, just

stop lying and making
promises you never keep.

I'm sick
of all the lies.

You smoke marijuana.

You know you do.

Grandma knows you do,
I know you do,

and you know
the marijuana

Reverend Camden found
in my backpack came from you.

I took it from you

because I'm afraid
if I left it

at home, you'd smoke it,

and do something stupid.

I should have
kicked you out.

I should have told you

that if you did drugs, you
couldn't live with me.

But I thought

turning my
back on my son

made me a bad mother.

I was wrong.

It made me a bad
grandmother.

Look, if you won't
straighten up for me,

do it for Lee--
he's your son.

You need to act like his father.

And if you don't
make me a promise

right here
and right now,

that you will take the steps

to clean up your life,

then I'll get
custody of Lee,

and you'll never see us again.

And I don't want to do that.

I just can't sit by

and watch my grandson
turn to drugs,

the way my son did.

Admitting you have
a problem is the first step.

I think it's
the hardest step, too.

I'll be there for you.

Every step of the way.

And as long as you're
clean and sober,

you can live with me,

but you've got

to get a job.

You've got to start
contributing to the household.

I just...

I don't know if I can do it.

Dad, please...

I already lost a mom.

I don't want to lose you, too.

I love you.

What do you say?

I guess...

I say I have a problem.

I need help.

And I don't want to lose my son.

I guess this means

you're back to work.

I guess it does.

So how does it feel?

It feels... good.

Very good.