[Marlene ] He's got a great set of lungs, doesn't he?
- Oh, what's the matter? - You want mommy?
You want to go?
- What happened, ohhh? - [ Crying ]
Shh.
I don't know what got into him today. Want me to try?
- Wanna go to Peyton? - Ah, it's okay.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's okay, little one.
[ Chiming ]
What is that annoying noise?
Wind chimes. It was a gift from Peyton.
Charming.
Well, I gotta go.
- Bye-bye. Thanks for lunch. - Okay.
[ Whispering ]
[ Claire ] Marlene,
Peyton's making one of her famous souffles.
Why don't you and Marty stop by for dessert later?
Sorry, I can't make it. I'm showing the Fletcher house.
Didn't you sell the Fletcher house?
Actually I did, but the financing fell through.
I have to start all over. Bye. I'll call you.
Okay.
That smells great.
You know what they say. Chocolate's a substitute for sex.
Chocolate's great, but I don't know about that.
Guess you and Michael keep those fires burning all the time, huh?
We certainly have enjoyed each other.
When we first moved into this house, we...
we christened every room.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, you know.
When you have a baby you start to feel tired and unattractive...
and fat.
Awww.
I'm sure Michael is as attracted to you now as he ever was.
A man never loses it for his first love.
But I wasn't Michael's first love.
- No? - You'll never guess who was.
Marlene?
- Am I right? - Yeah, how'd you know that?
Wild guess.
You know, it's a shame Michael's not here. He's gonna miss it.
What's he doing so late at the lab anyway?
That's a good question.
I'm gonna give him a call.
[ Marlene ] Randy and Cecie.
[ Michael ] Dave and Loreeta.
- And Mitch. - Mitch and the Harrisons.
- Oh, come on. - They always invite us.
You got a light?
Can't find my lighter. Marty's gonna throw a fit.
You know, I'm still not sold on this whole surprise party thing.
- Because of Emma? - And Claire.
She just hasn't been herself lately.
How's Peyton doing?
Oh boy, Peyton's been great.
- Has she? - I don't know what we would have done without her.
[ Footsteps ]
- Hi, sweetie. - Hi.
- How was your night? - Fine.
Yeah?
Michael, I called the lab. There was no answer.
I was in one of the rooms without a phone.
Honey, come on. I didn't mean to frighten you.
- You been smoking? - No, I haven't been smoking.
One of the techs was. Must be in my hair.
Michael, you never let anybody smoke at the lab.
What is this, an interrogation?
- Well? - Well what?
It's been a long day. I just wanna go to bed.
[ lndistinct Noises ]
I heard something.
I dropped something.
Oh.
Well, good night.
Can I fix you something?
- No, thanks, l-- - Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Good night.
Hey, sweetie, your mom and I want to talk to you.
We heard that the Better Way Society is putting Solomon back to work.
- Better Day! - Better Day, sorry.
Your mom and I want you to let us know if you see him...
around school or at the house.
Sweetheart, you don't have to be afraid, okay?
I'm not afraid of Solomon.
Peyton! Wait for me!
Peyton!
- Mrs. Bartel. - Hi, Joe.
Mm-hmm, let's see. Three pants,
a dress, one shirt. Iike starch?
Yeah, and this jacket here kinda smells of cigarette.
I didn't know your husband was a smoker.
He's not.
What's this? Mrs. Bartel,
your husband's got a habit he's keeping from you.
[ Wheezing ]
Mommy, what's wrong?
[ Sighing ]
Mom, let's go inside.
Emma, I want you to go upstairs to your room and play.
But Mom--
Emma, please! Go upstairs.
Claire?
Honey, what's the matter?
Michael,
how could you do this?
- What are you talking about? - You've been lying to me.
- [ lndistinct Noise ] - Honey, just calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down, you son-of-a-bitch!
Honey, you don't understand.
I understand. You've been fucking Marlene.
All right, Claire, that's enough!
There are people in there.
What are you talking about?
Talking about a surprise party.
Oh, my God.
Everybody's in there.
Surprise.
[ In Unison ] Surprise.
[ Cooing ]
- Did you speak to Marlene yet? - No.
I-- I can't seem to face her.
Michael, I can't go on like this anymore.
I can't say I'm sorry...
any more than I already have.
I can't go on like this anymore either.
[ Claire ] I was thinking...
maybe we could go away for a few days.
[ Michael ] You mean, Peyton and the kids or just us?
[ Claire ] No, I was thinking just the family without Peyton.
[ Michael ] I thought you liked having Peyton around.
[ Claire ] I do, and then sometimes I don't.
[ Michael ] You sound like you're turning on her.
It's just-- you know.
So many things have gone wrong since... since she's been here.
- Are you saying those things are Peyton's fault? - No!
I don't know. I don't feel like myself.
Claire, honey, come on.
Peyton's come through in some very tough times.
[ Claire ] I know. We'll talk about it when we go away.
[ Michael ] We'll go away, just the family.
[ Radio ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Marlene ] If there are any further services that I may provide,
do not hesitate to call, blah, blah, blah.
These are all in the Magnolia District in that price range.
Eastwind, Hobart. These are old.
They still haven't unloaded the good doctor's house.
What are you waiting for, a tip?
I'm going out. Cancel my morning.
- What should I tell Lambert? - Make something up. You've got a Harvard education.
[ Cooing ]
Hi, sweetheart. I'll be back in a while.
- You're not working here this morning? - No, I have to go...
to the botanicals to pick up seedlings.
I won't be long.
Fuckin' A.
[ Phone Ringing ]
Hello?
- Let me speak to Claire. - May I ask who's calling?
Marlene Craven. Want me to spell it?
Claire's not here, Marlene.
- I'll tell her you called. - Sure you will.
What is this, a parade? Let's go!
[ Honking ]
Claire, I didn't know you were here.
Someone named Marlene called, said it's important.
Oh, okay, thanks.
[ Doorbell ]
Hello, Marlene.
Claire! It's Marlene! Claire!
- Marlene, is everything all right? - No.
I need a doctor. Know of any, Mrs. Mott?
Where's Claire?
Marlene, please?
- Where is she? - She's in the greenhouse.
But, please, Marlene, please don't go out there.
Claire! This is important!
It has nothing to do with the party!
Claire!
[ Gasping ]
[ Dog Barking ]
[ Door Creaking ]
[ Humming ]
[ Spraying ]
[ Humming ]
[ Peyton ] This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
[ Wheezing ]
9-1-1 emergency.
[ Wheezing ] H-- H--
What is the nature of your emergency?
[ Wheezing ]
[ Siren ]
[ Radio Dispatcher ] Notify harborview,
medic one has a respiratory arrest.
[ Medic ] Here's the O-2.
This isn't going to work. Forget the oxygen.
Get me my laryngoscope and a #5 line right away.
- Oh, my God, what happened? - You'll have to stay back.
Paramedics are with her now.
- What happened? - Everything's gonna be fine. I'm assuming she's a friend.
- It's gonna be okay. - She--
She has trouble breathing. She has asthma.
[ Policeman ] The paramedics have everything under control.
Hey, Al!
Take a look over here.
It's okay, Joe. It's okay.
[ Beeping, Thundering ]
Claire, honey? Can you hear me?
You're safe now. You're in a hospital.
Just try and rest, okay?
[ Siren ]
Michael.
I keep seeing Marlene's face.
I can't believe she's gone.
Come inside.
That's better.
You're soaked. Soaked through.
Peyton.
There's only one woman for me.
[ Whispering ] That's all you need.
Thanks.
- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.
[ Nurse ] Could someone hold the door for me?
- You okay? - [ Claire ] Fine.
Emma?
Fasten your seat belt, sweetheart.
I got it.
- Hi, Peyton. - Hi, Emma.
Hello, Claire, it's good to have you home.
It's good to be home.
Michael, before I forget, the school secretary called.
Said the meeting is Thursday. I wrote it in your book for you.
Okay, great, thanks. It's a fund-raiser.
Peyton heard about it when she picked up Emma.
Oh, you said I could borrow it. Is it all right?
Oh, yeah.
I'll be right back. I want to make sure I don't burn dinner.
It's great to have you back.
You like it? Peyton did it.
Someone could have asked me first.
We thought it would be a surprise.
We thought you might like it.
If you don't, I'll have her take it down.
It's okay.
All right, well, I'll put your things away.
[ Cooing ]
[ From "H.M.S. Pinafore" ]
[ Michael ] All right, do you have any sevens?
- Go fish. - Whoa-ho, look what I took, huh?
[ Emma ] Do you have a ten?
[ Peyton ] Go fish!
Keep your cards up here so Peyton can't see them.
So you can't see them.
[ Peyton ] Yeah, that's it.
- There we go. - [ Chiming ]
Did she tell you where she was going in such a hurry?
No, she just took off.
Told me to cancel her morning.
What was she doing before she left?
I had just given her these listings she had asked for.
She looked at them. A minute later she hurried out of here.
Listings? These?
Those are the ones.
Mrs. Harris? I'm glad you made it.
- Bruce Silverman, Windemere Realty. - Oh.
Would you care to take a look inside?
Yeah.
I'm glad you made it. I was just on my way out.
The house was custom-built two years ago.
It's listed well below market value.
They're very motivated.
- May l? - Of course.
The original owners lived here a very short time.
New carpet throughout.
Uh, there is a nursery?
[ Silverman ] It's a perfect room for kids.
That's a strange-looking toy. What is it?
It's a breast pump.
Breast pump?
She used it to keep her milk up.
[ Tires Screeching ]
- I don't understand where she could be all this time. - I don't either.
Here she is.
- Honey, where have you been? - Michael, I've got--
Hi, Claire, we were worried about you.
- Claire, my God! - She's Dr. Mott's widow, Michael.
She's what?
Get out of our house.
She's turning on me, Michael, just like you said she would.
She doesn't realize how I've come through for this family.
You have to tell her, tell her about us.
There's nothing to tell. You should leave.
Michael, what are you saying?
You told me there was only one woman for you.
I meant Claire, my wife.
Okay, fine.
I'll just get my baby and we'll be on our way.
I-- I meant, I'll just go get my things.
Michael.
You don't understand. I mean, leave now.
We'll send your things.
You're right, Michael. That's best.
Peyton, the keys.
Oh, of course.
I'm sorry. You've been so kind.
Mommy, Daddy, what's happening--
Emma, stay there!
[ Peyton ] It's okay, Emma. Mommy and Daddy want me to leave.
Good-bye, Peyton.
[ Emma ] Peyton!
[ Claire ] Call the police!
Claire, calm down.
You don't know what she's capable of!
We have her keys!
I think she rigged the greenhouse for me!
All right, get the kids' things.
- We'll go to a hotel. - Go upstairs, sweetheart.
[ Michael ] Can you get someone over here right away?
[ Dispatcher ] But it's not an emergency situation.
- Well, no. - I'll have a car there as soon as I can.
All right, we live at 808 Yakima.
Emma, sweetheart, we're gonna go away for a few days, okay?
You can bring dolly with you.
[ From "Pirates Of Penzance" ]
Peyton?
[ Alarm ]
[ Groaning ]
- Michael? - Daddy?
Emma, I want you to lock this door behind me.
- Don't open it until I come back, do you understand? - Y eah.
Stay here.
Michael?
[ Glass Breaking ]
- [ Screams ] - Claire.
Oh.
- Michael. - I'm okay. She's in the house.
I-- I can't move.
My legs are broken.
- I'll get the kids. - Call the police.
[ Door Creaking ]
Mommy?
- 9-1-1, what is your emergency? - Hello, yeah.
We need help at 808 North Yakima.
Mommy!
[ Yelling ] My family!
It's my family.
It's okay, Emma.
Mommy's here.
I'm gonna take you and Joe. We're gonna have a real family.
You never have to see those people again.
So tell your mommy, where's Joe?
Huh?
Where is he?
He's in there.
You're not my mommy!
Emma!
[ Crying ]
[ Pounding ]
- [ Crying ] - Shh, quiet.
[ Peyton ] Emma!
Emma.
You're being very bad, Emma.
[ Crying ]
- [ Gasp ] - [ Crying ]
You.
[ Crying ]
- You give him over. - No!
- No? - No!
You give me my baby or I'll bash your skull in!
Peyton!
It's my family, Peyton.
Don't hurt my mommy!
[ Wheezing ]
Something the matter, Claire?
[ Wheezing ]
When your husband makes love to you, it's my face he sees.
When your baby's hungry,
it's my breast that feeds him.
Look at you.
When push comes to shove,
you can't even breathe.
[ Wheezing ]
- No. - [ Crying ]
- Now give him to me. - No!
[ Groan ]
No!
Owww!
Noooo!
[ Cooing ]
Oh, Solomon.
He's okay. I-- I didn't hurt him.
- I know, I know. - Okay?
Shhh.
[ Solomon ] Emma! Emma, it's okay.
Come on, come on, up we go.
- Mommy! - Oh.
Let's go down to daddy, okay?
Solomon, I need you to do something for me.
I need you to take Joey downstairs.
Oh no, I'm not supposed to...
handle the baby.
That's okay.
I trust you, Solomon.
It's okay?
Okay? Y eah.
- Oh boy. Oh. There you are. - [ Siren ]
- Come on, sweetheart. - [ Solomon ] Oh, he's a big baby.
- Let's go and get Daddy. - Oh, my... Iittle baby.
Solomon?
Come on.
- [ Siren ] - Oh boy.