Switched at Birth (2011–2017): Season 1, Episode 15 - Expulsion from the Garden of Eden - full transcript

Previously on "Switched at birth"...

I'm wondering where you got
my lucky guitar pick.

Your guitar pick?

Let's talk about Sarah Lazar.

She was a reporter for
the "Kansas City Herald"'s sport section.

Yeah, I know who she is,
but why are you bringing her up?

You are incredible.

I'm out of comebacks.
Can we make out now?

There is a space for rent around
the corner from my apartment.

It would be perfect for a salon.

I saved up enough money to cover the lease



and whatever you need for the equipment.

If you wanna sue this hospital,
I say I'm your guy.

Okay, Craig Tebbe, let's make some noise.

- All right.
- I don't wanna disappear.

I've already missed out on so much.

Uh, if I had known

that we'd have to carry
this stuff eight blocks,

I would've sprung for a sherpa.

Oh.

Now I'm sweaty and I look more
nervous than I already am.

Yeah, 'cause that worked
out so well with your mom.

I can't tell you how...

Okay, friendly. Hi.

Yeah, we would've parked closer,



but some idiot decided
that his small-penis car

was too good for one space.

Yeah, that's the one.

Hello!

That was her car?

- Hello.
- No big deal.

No, you're right. I am a terrible parker.

Uh, it's really nice to meet you.

You're signing is really awesome.

I can't believe you've just been
practicing for a few months.

- Really? Thank you.
- Yeah. Good.

I'm sorry, I'm a little confused.

Are you deaf?

I'm hard of hearing,
but if you're looking at me,

I'm pretty much gonna get everything,
so you're fine.

How long have you been hard of hearing?

Hard of hearing. Right, very good.

I started losing it in high school,

amongst other things.

Sorry.

You know I say inappropriate
things when I'm nervous.

Where should I put this stuff?

I think near the bookcase would be fine.

- So just over here?
- Yeah.

Right next to the giant bong. Uh...

We were always so good at that.

Oh yeah, but not much else.

Well, hopefully that will change.

Do you remember that hotel in Cocoa Beach?

That was awful! It rained the whole time.

Well, staying indoors has its benefits.

Those maids kept asking us
if we needed turn-down service.

- Strange we never did...
- Nope.

- Oh my god.
- What?

It's almost 4:00.
I gotta get back before Daphne gets home.

- Relax, Regina.
- No, I just...

I don't want to lie to her
about where I was.

I... I'm sorry, I just... you know,

I don't know what I would tell Daphne

or Bay, for that matter.

And when are we going to tell them?

Um, I don't know.

Whoa whoa whoa, wait.
When do I see you again?

Uh, I don't know.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Buckle up. We have a date set for trial.

I guess this is really happening.

My sources tell me this is
the private investigator

the hospital wants to hire
to dig up dirt on you.

Many bothans died to bring
us this information.

"Return of the Jedi"? Anyone?

Not important.

That P.I. is very good.

If there's anything you don't
want anyone to know about,

- chances are he already does.
- So who are we gonna hire?

Him. I got to him first,
so now he's working for us.

Working?

As in digging up dirt on the hospital?

No, on you two.

Shouldn't he be
investigating the hospital?

Eventually, but right now
I wanna know where the bodies are buried.

Hopefully that's just a metaphor.

Great we've told you everything.

Yes, but I wanna know the things
that even you don't know are out there.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

- What?
- Don't look at me. Look at the road.

There is no road!

All right, sand trap.

- Daphne, Daphne, sand trap. Sand trap!
- What?

Ah. Okay.

I get that your ears don't work so good,

but your eyes are no picnic either.

You didn't really hurt yourself, did you?

No. No, I just have a bad back...

pre-existing condition.

A "Prius-cyst-shun"?

No, pre-existing condition.

I had scoliosis when I was a kid.

Scoliosis?

Right. Only girls get that.

Yeah, that's what the kids who
made fun of me used to say.

You're serious?

Yeah, I was 10,

had to have surgery to get it corrected.

- 10?
- Yeah, it sucked.

I had to wear this brace 23 hours a day...

A Boston Brace, which is ironic

considering I hate the Red Sox.

Needless to say, I didn't do a lot
of pool parties or sleepovers.

Hmm.

You thought my life was
one giant keg stand.

I did not.

Okay, fine, I did.

Your back's fine now, though, right?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Mmm!

I'll take that one. Thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- Kathryn?

I thought it was you.

- Nice to see you, Angelo.
- Hi.

- Fennel?
- Oh, I'm making a risotto.

Oh, you know what brings out
the flavor of the fennel?

- Hm-mmm.
- A splash of pastis.

Oh, well, it's my grandmother's recipe

and you do not mess
with italian tradition.

Your grandmother was italian?

- Yeah.
- From where?

Um, a small town... Torca.

Torca? Are you joking?

It's only a few kilometers from Sorrento.

It's where my father's family comes from.

- Really?
- Yeah, this is crazy.

I mean, to think that
we might have a chance

that our families have known each other.

Here we are.

Here we are.

What is it?

Your eyes... they...

they remind me of Bay's.

Really?

Really.

I... I have to go,

- but it was good to see you.
- Okay.

Blue is payable, red is receipts.

I want you to enter the dates paid

into the calendar on the computer.

- Got it.
- Good.

Let me get the rest of the files.

- There's more?
- Oh yeah.

Hi, is John here?

No, he just stepped out,
but he'll be right back.

You must be Daphne.

I'm sorry, I'm Sarah Lazar.

- I'm a friend of your dad's.
- Oh.

- There's something wrong?
- No no.

It's just you look so much like Kathryn.

Oh.

- Sweetie, I promise this is the...
- There he is.

- Oh hey.
- Hi, I was just meeting Daphne.

Oh great. Great.

Great. Daphne, can you
give Sarah and me a minute?

Um, sure.

Heh. Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hey, I just ran into Angelo.

- Wh... what did he say?
- Nothing.

Uh, it was at the farmers' market.

He likes his fresh fruit and vegetables.

I'm not sure I can keep
him from shopping there.

No no, it was actually nice.

He was... he was quite nice.

- Oh.
- And I was thinking that maybe

I'd invite him over for dinner.

I know, I know. I just think that dinner

might be a great opportunity
to start all over again.

Do you think Daphne
would be okay with that?

I'll have to find out.

You think John'll be okay with that?

I'll have to find out.

Come on in.

What's up?

Do you know a Sarah Lazar?

Where'd you hear that name?

I met her today at the car wash.

She came by to see your dad,

but things were weird between them.

It's nothing you need to worry about.

But who is Sarah Lazar?

Nobody.

Look, she's... she's just a reporter,

and dad is a famous guy.

So, you know, there's
bound to be some rumors.

But your mom knows about her, right?

There's nothing for my mom to know.

And if you think that
my dad is the kind of guy

who's gonna cheat on my mom,

then you clearly haven't been
in this family long enough.

Aww. No.

'Cause then my pores would
be the size of hubcaps.

So you think

that my pores need to be photoshopped?

No.

Oh, that is not a good idea.

It's illegal street art.

I'm trying to remain undercover here.

Oh, funny.

I just don't think that axe girl

sends the best message to
your dad about your girlfriend.

Oh, you know what?

Maybe we'll just do a big blow-up

of your mug shot.

No, we're not doing that.

Is this one of yours?

I love it.

Wow.

The colors are bright,
but the lines are... rawr... angry.

It was meant to be an exercise.

If he's not gonna hang it,
do you mind if I buy it?

- Uh, it's yours.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Sweet!

You are going into the dining room.

Um, are you staying for dinner?

Oh no, I gotta get home.

Aww. You're welcome anytime,

and feel free to stay here if you like.

- It's totally cool.
- Umm, thanks.

I mean beds are more
comfortable than the back seat.

I'm gonna go now.

Oh, she can't get it,
but Kennish grabs it out

of the left-field stand. There you go.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So I email Craig,

you know, making sure
his investigator's discreet

if he ever contacts people we know,

and he emails me back "True d-a-t."

True dat, like "True that,"

as in "That is true."

I am so relieved one of

us is young enough to
know what that means.

True dat.

- What should I make tomorrow?
- I don't know.

Italian, french or...

- Mmm.
- Both?

What are you thinking?

Angelo.

I want to invite him over for dinner

- with all of us.
- Are you serious?

Yeah.

If we can't sit down for a meal with him,

we shouldn't be walking into a courtroom...

- Is Bay asking for this?
- No, I am.

I... I bumped into him at
the farmers' market and...

when he laughs, his eyes, they're...

they're just like Bay's.

And for the first time
I could see that he is her...

There's a genetic link,

and like it or not,
that makes him part of this family.

How does Daphne feel?

- It's fine.
- Are you sure?

Well, I don't think that we'll be doing

"The amazing race" anytime soon,

but if John and Kathryn can survive

dinner with Angelo, then I can too.

Okay.

Angelo's better than I thought.

I can't believe he managed

to work his way into the Kennish house.

Ma, stop. He's making an effort.

Yes, because he has an agenda.

He is not the man you remember.

You're sleeping with him, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Oh.

But you know what?
This isn't any of your business.

Maybe, but it is Daphne's.

What's going to happen
when the girls find out?

- There she is.
- Oh.

So Priya and some other
girls who I won't mention...

me... are dying to know how
your date with Wilke went.

Honestly, kinda awesome.

I don't know what I was expecting,

but he was so sweet and romantic.

Wow, he must really like you.

On our first date,
all he did was get drunk

and take me to the golf course.

Yeah, me too.

He took you to the golf course.

Doesn't change things.
He still clearly likes you.

Wait, so he took all of

you to the golf course on your first date?

If it makes you feel better,
he took me to world of fun.

- Ugh.
- Come on, come on.

Oh.

It's not a nude, is it?

But, I mean, is that weird?
I just met her.

She thinks that we're sleeping together.

I... I wouldn't know.

Yes, I'm a virgin.

What?

Well, what are you? A vegetable?

Oh. One of the other food groups.

Did you do it with...

I got it.

No.

Yes. No. I... I don't know.

Is it weird that I am?

Hey. When I heard you were
working at the car wash,

I was hoping for a bikini
and a whole lot of suds.

You get my text about this weekend?

World of fun has this new
rollercoaster... the boomerang.

So intense that you vomit up your lunch

at the top of the loop and swallow
it back down on the bottom.

And then we'll hook up
in the gravitron, right?

- Wh...
- That's your big second-date move.

Ah. You've been talking to
the girls on the basketball team.

And some of the volleyball squad.

There's only so many

cool things to do in this town.

It's kind of like the greatest hits.

You know what? I have a
lot of work to do here.

I should probably get back to it.

But Daphne...

Daphne!

Uh...

what's this?

Uh, you skipped school?
Does your dad know?

Wow.

Can your dad write me a note

to get me out of all of second semester?

U mmm, uh, before I forget...

and you're such a good kisser

that it's a very real possibility...

J. and K. invited Angelo to family dinner.

Well, there's no need.

There's a ringside seat
just for you. It's tonight.

It might be kinda late.

You mean stay-over stay over?

Me too.

I'll try to come by as soon as I can.

Look, we set it off by accident.

If I knew the code,
I wouldn't need your help!

Okay, my husband changes
the code every three months

and he forgot to tell us what it is.

It's not his home run
record or his R.B.I. stats.

Try his on-base percentage.

Look, please, you have
to do something. Hurry.

Please, you've gotta help us.
We're all going deaf here.

Listen, if I was robbing the house,

I'd be robbing the house,
not talking to you.

It's Mrs. Kennish.
She's trying to get ahold of John,

but he's not answering his cell.

He said he went to the driving range.

Daphne says he went to the driving range.

Oh, okay. Well, we'll tell him
to call you when we see him.

Mrs. Kennish says
she already tried the club.

They said he's not there.

Hey, man, I need a favor.

I told you if you got

a rash from the capybara
that it's your problem.

I need your help with Daphne.

Oh.

Look, I need you to put
in a good word for me.

She thinks I'm, like, this man-slut.

It took her this long to figure that out?

I'm serious. Daphne's got it in her head

that she's just another
girl on some to-do list.

Look, I really like her.

Dude, you know me.

Yeah, I know you, and I know that

you never stick with a girl
for more than two weeks.

Daphne's different.

Yeah, she's different... she's my sister.

I...

You're a fun guy

who happens to like fun girls,

but there's more to Daphne than that.

You think I don't know that?

Oh, you don't think
there's more to me than that.

Good to know.

Come on, dude.
Let's just start from the top.

Hey, you're home early.

What, no basketball practice with John?

Nope.

Is everything okay?

Do I have to go to this dinner thing?

Oh, sweetie, of course not.

No one is trying to force
you and Angelo together.

It's not that.

It's something else?

Do you think that John
would have an affair?

He lied about where he was

and then I saw him with this woman.

Okay, I don't know what you saw,

and you know what?
Maybe it's what you think,

but maybe it's not.

I mean, Angelo was sure
that I had an affair,

but I hadn't.

I don't know what to do.

I don't think
it's your place to do anything.

Well, it's just that...

When I was growing up and it
was just you, me and grandma,

I couldn't help it.

Sometimes I would wonder about

what it would be like to be a part

of a perfect family like the Kennishes.

But...

it was all just a lie.

Even if John is having an affair,

it doesn't mean that
he doesn't love Kathryn.

These things...

these things aren't black or white.

Hi.

Sorry I'm early.

Oh no, don't worry about it.

I'm sorry that the place
is a little messy.

Of course, you're an artist.

I'm so happy I finally get
the chance to see your studio.

Uh, yeah, this is where
the oil and acrylic magic happens.

So when do I get the chance

- to meet the boyfriend?
- Uh, anytime.

I just wanna make sure that

his intentions are
honorable with my daughter.

They're honorabl... ish.

- Hey, Angelo.
- Oh.

- Glad you could make it.
- Thank you so much for having me.

- Sure.
- I just wanted to show Angelo some of my artwork.

- Yeah.
- This is the piece that I'm working on right now.

I was trying something new where
organic becomes mechanical

and, well, mechanical becomes organic.

It was inspired by H.R. Giger.

Emmett is really into him.

- Giger, yeah.
- Oh, you know him?

Right, have you ever
seen his necronomicon?

Oh, it's awesome. I have to show you.

You have no idea who Giger is, do you?

- No.
- Welcome to the club.

- Dinner's ready.
- My son Toby.

- Ah, the musician.
- Yes.

So you are Bay's dad.

- Not what you expected?
- Uh...

- I guess not.
- Let me guess...

Horns, pointed tail, pitchfork.

I was gonna say scary clown.

I'm glad Bay had

a big brother to look after her.

- Nice guitars.
- Oh thanks.

You know, once I saw Eric Clapton
at this little bar in Austin.

And he was all ready to play,
except he forgot his pick.

So I reached down in my pocket,
gave him mine.

- He played the whole set with it.
- No way.

- Yeah.
- And you just got kicked out of the club.

Please tell me you still have that pick.

No, Bay does.

- Okay, here it is.
- Oh, fantastic.

- Oh, it smells wonderful.
- Thank you.

- Regina, please.
- Thank you.

I hope I made enough salad.

Yeah, you made enough salad.

- Angelo.
- Thank you.

Hi.

I'm so glad you're here.

If we don't have some
kind of pleasant exchange,

they're not gonna stop staring at us.

Yeah.

Thank you for coming.

- Thank you, John.
- Welcome.

So, Kathryn,

I heard you had problems
with your alarm earlier.

Yes, my husband changed the code
and he neglected to tell us.

Honey, I don't get cell
reception on the golf course.

- I told you that.
- I called the clubhouse

and they said they hadn't seen you.

Well, that's 'cause I didn't
check in at the clubhouse

because if I had,

I'd have to spend 30 minutes
talking to that caddy

trying to sell me on his amazing
investment opportunities.

The only reason I forgive him

is that I found out that the code

- is the night of our first date.
- That's right.

- November 2nd, 1990.
- 1990.

I got it.

Mmm. Kathryn,

this risotto is delicious.

- Mmm.
- Thank you.

The secret is the pastis.

It's Craig Tebbe.

- Oh.
- Actually, he asked for mom.

Oh.

Excuse me.

- Hi, Craig.
- Ah. Angelo, you're empty there. May I?

Oh, none for me please. Thank you.

Ah.

John.

Can I speak with you
in the kitchen, please?

Yeah, sure. Excuse me.

What, did Craig's investigator
dig up something on us?

Kathryn, how bad are we talking?

It's not about us.

There's a warrant for Angelo in Italy.

He's a fugitive.

What?

They say you're wanted
for assault and battery.

Why did you lie to us again?

Who the hell is Adam
Sorrento, by the way?

- And why do you have an alias?
- Okay, stop.

- This has to be a mistake.
- No, it isn't.

I needed another name for my work visa,

otherwise they would not let
me back into the country.

Oh, well, that's just great.

Um, okay, so we can all hear you,

except for Daphne,

so you might as well include
us in this conversation.

- Okay.
- Fine.

What?

Okay. Umm...

When... when I was in Italy,

I was engaged.

And two months before the wedding,

I went out celebrating
with my friend Aldo.

And...

we were drinking and he admits to me that

he was sleeping with my fiancee.

I was angry, I was drunk

and I beat him...

hard.

And the next day I woke up in jail.

The police let me go after I sobered up,

but Aldo's father was a prosecutor,

so he had it out for me.

So you just fled.

- They didn't give me any choice.
- Really?

Gina.

I'm telling you... they had it out for me.

What are you planning to do?

- I don't know.
- Leave?

No, of course not.

Look, it's all going to be fine.

We can't just tell ourselves that.

We have to face it head-on.

We can get a good lawyer
and we can fight it.

And how would I pay for that, Gina?

All my money's been tied up.

The salon.

I just can't believe I got taken in.

I... I invited him to dinner

in my house.

I feel just like I did

when we found out that
Regina knew about the switch.

- Honey, I'm right there with you.
- You know what?

We should've trusted our first
instincts about that man.

Let me tell you something...

I make one phone call to immigration...

bam... he is right back in Italy.

If you guys have Angelo deported,
I will never forgive you.

Sure that there is nothing you can do?

No, I understand.

- What is it?
- I can't get out of the salon lease,

which means there is no way
to free up Angelo's money.

Wait, you want to help him?

- I don't understand.
- I don't want him deported

or arrested.

Do you...

Are you two...

back together?

Having him back

and seeing him again

stirred up some old feelings.

He walked out on you.

I don't understand how you can

fall back in love with someone like that.

I didn't fall back in love.

I think that I might never
have fallen out of it.

Oh.

They have no right to do this.
They just don't like him.

Like what?

Whose side are you on?

Wow, my signing must be really bad,

because it sounds like
you are defending them.

He is my dad, and what about your dad?

He has a bong the size of
the space needle in there!

It's not the same thing, okay?

Because my dad is not dating
a chick who's half his age,

who incidentally has been

trying to mate us like we're giant pandas.

Oh, if you think there's

any chance of us sleeping
together tonight,

then you are higher than your dad.

Oh, you cannot take a hint, can you?

Tell you what... you make that shot,
I'll never bother you again...

but if you miss...

Two out of three.

Oh! What are you, four?
You cannot do that.

Listen, I am willing to
do whatever it takes.

You should probably just give up.

Tell me about it.

I have never worked
this hard for anybody in my life.

Oh, right. How hard is it to
tell some phony scoliosis story?

- It's not phony.
- How come Toby didn't know anything about it?

It was before I moved to Mission Hills.

The reason nobody knows about it is

because you're the first
person I've ever told.

Oh crap.

I'm sorry.

You think scoliosis is something
you roll out to get chicks?

Anyways, with you blabbing
about my curvy spine,

I'm never gonna get another date again,
so you're stuck with me.

Come on, admit it...

we're pretty good together,
like ketchup and eggs.

Ketchup and eggs is disgusting.

Which is why that is

a perfect analogy for me
and you as a couple...

Not everybody gets it.

All right, but I have another shot still.

What, seriously?
That's not... that's not fair.

Don't do it.

Don't call the police on Angelo,

or whoever it is you call.

Uh, well, honey,
I don't really have a choice.

It's a very serious matter.

I know.

Angelo's not perfect.

And believe me, a week ago,

I would've been begging
you to do it. But my mom...

she's happier than she's ever been.

She deserves that.

Okay.

I will call our attorney and
see what options we have.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I saw you at that cafe

with that woman.

You mean Sarah? Sarah's a reporter who...

Why did you lie about meeting with her?

- Oh no, this is not what you think it is.
- Then what is it?

Sarah is writing a book about the switch.

And you know how hard
your mom has been working on hers.

And I was very concerned

that with Sarah's experience and contacts

that she'd beat your mom to the punch.

I mean, come on, look, let's face it.

How many "Real story"

"of the switched at birth family"
books can there be out there?

- A book.
- Yeah, a book.

I had lunch with Sarah to
convince her not to write it.

And you don't believe me.

You know what? It's none of my business.

- It is your business.
- In fact, I don't even wanna know.

No, it... it's okay.

What I'm doing isn't fair. It's stupid.

- No, sweetie, it's not...
- I had this fantasy

of what other people's perfect
families would be like...

mom, dad, siblings, plates that matched

I found you guys and I thought

- I had finally...
- Okay okay okay, you're wrong.

We are not perfect.

I know.

It's just...

my dad walked out,

and I always fantasized that

someday he'd come back,
beg for my forgiveness

and finally be the dad
that I always wanted.

And instead... big twist...

I got a totally new dad.

My real dad.

And you're afraid of what's gonna happen

when he turns out to be
a schmuck too, right?

Okay.

I will disappoint you...

I promise you that...

but I won't lie to you

and I will never leave.

Hello?

Angelo?

Angelo?

Angelo?

He's gone. I went to Angelo's
apartment and he wasn't there.

- He's gone.
- What do you mean "Gone"?

His clothes were gone.
The door was kicked in.

- What's going on?
- Like you don't know.

- What?
- I cannot believe you did this.

- Did what?
- You turned Angelo in!

- You what?
- Honey?

I didn't turn anybody in, okay?

We were gonna help him work all this out.

Stop lying to me!

They're telling the truth.

Your parents didn't turn Angelo in.

I did.