Previously on Switched at Birth...
Chris Walker... 90 mile-an-hour fastball.
There are three scouts sitting in the stands
waiting to throw money at you.
Turn around, put your hands on your head now.
My pitching arm! You're hurting my pitching arm!
You know I had open-heart surgery.
The donor was a man who died in a car accident.
You have Angelo's heart?
I thought about you every single day.
- You have a girlfriend. - Maybe I shouldn't.
But you do.
Luca and I are together.
As a father, I have very serious concerns about your relationship.
Where are you staying now?
- My car. - Ally!
You could stay with me and Daphne.
You know what? If I am good enough to steal from,
then I'm good enough to have my own share.
Congratulations, you've got one.
The rental fee is 300 bucks every week.
- What is this? - It was mac 'n' cheese.
I didn't know you could burn macaroni.
Apparently if you let it cook for two hours.
I wanted to thank you for letting me crash after everything...
Okay, I got your text. Pizza to the rescue.
- Yes. - Yes.
It cost me my last $18,
but I have already paid Noelle for the week.
Man, that feels good to say.
Oh, you guys, I finally have a day off.
So what are the weekend plans?
Definitely not having a romantic weekend eating scones
in a paddle boat at the cherry blossom festival.
That was weirdly specific.
I may have checked Mingo's Instagram a few times.
He's visiting his girlfriend in DC.
I've got to find a way to stop thinking about him.
Let's go out.
I'm a terrible cook, but I'm a great wing woman.
We'll snag you a guy by midnight.
Nice of you to offer, but I'm not really looking
to start a new relationship right now.
Who said anything about a relationship?
I'm talking about a "Wham, bam, thank you, sir"
to take your mind off, um... what's his name?
Mingo. And I like the way you think.
Uh, maybe you need a non-starter
for the weekend, just to
cure you of your Mingo-itis.
That's weird.
Bay, did you pay the electric bill?
We have an electric bill?
- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
And there we go.
Candles?
- This is a joke, right? - What?
Those are nice tapers, drip-free.
Come on! I'll pay you back.
All I need is a small loan.
I'm sorry, sweetie. The bank of Kennish is closed for business.
So what are we supposed to do? Live like Pilgrims?
Of course not.
Pilgrims didn't have running water.
You will spend hundreds of dollars on Daphne's school books,
but you will not even lend me the same amount?
You wanted to work instead of going to college
and that means you make certain sacrifices.
Like my ability to see at night?
What about your car?
Gas costs money.
You could get a bus pass, sell that old junker.
That's a good one. That's real funny.
I'm serious, Bay.
If you can't afford your lifestyle, something's got to give.
I would sooner sell the clothes off my back than sell that thing.
That car is... is me. That car is art.
That car is never going away.
Well, then you're going to have to figure out a way to make more money
because you're not getting it here.
Hey, sweetie. Sorry I'm late.
I was imparting life wisdom upon our offspring.
Sweetie?
The Zimmermans are moving to Denver.
What? Whose butts are we going to kick
at the next Kennish game night?
Sure, joke around. But it's hard to find good couple friends.
And I feel like we're barely social anymore as it is.
What about the Barkers?
Divorced, remember?
Um, the Clarks?
Um, on sabbatical in Prague.
Regina and Luca?
Now there's an idea.
We can show them our Parcheesi magic.
You wanted to see me, coach?
Hey, Chris, how you doin'?
Want to make sure you're ready for your look with the Royals.
We only got one shot to show 'em what you're made of,
so you have got to bring everything you've got to the field.
We know that sitting out the regionals was devastating for you.
But we've got you this far
- and we're not giving up now. - Thanks, Miss K.
I've been pulling three-a-days all week getting ready.
Volquez better guard his spot on the mound,
- 'cause I'm coming for it. - That's what I want to hear,
'cause you know what? We are taking you to the majors.
Aw.
Oh, I know.
Come in!
Hey, best mom ever.
Oh, I know that look.
That's the "I need something" look.
Uh, well,
I'm having a teensy-weensy
little electrical-bill, um, problem, as in,
I have one and I don't have money to pay it.
Wait, I thought things were going well at the tattoo parlor?
They are! I just... I have to pay Noelle a chair fee
and restock my own supplies, and I'm sort of broke right now.
So I was wondering if you could spot me,
like, just a couple... hundred dollars.
Let me get this straight... you want me to pay the electric bill
on the apartment that I'm renting to you for free.
Well, when you put it like that...
When I started out, nobody gave me anything.
I had to buy my first salon chair out of the back of a Buick.
It was tough.
But I wouldn't be who I am today
if I'd had it any easier.
So I'm guessing that's a no?
I've got to get to class.
If you're really desperate, I could always use some help at the Cracked Mug.
You know where I keep the aprons.
Lock up.
A C+?
But I worked so hard.
What did you get?
A-?
You phoned that in 'cause you had Reserve training last weeken...
You didn't even meet the minimum page count.
Guess I knew the material better than I thought.
I gotta run to calc. See you tonight?
Prepare to see a board-game master in action.
Hey, Lauren, I was wondering if I could talk to you
about re-reading my paper?
I think you might have missed a section.
I read it very thoroughly.
Well, then you must know how comprehensive my research was.
I think I deserve better than a C.
I don't change grades.
But if you want to talk about how you can do better next time,
I have office hours next week.
And then the professor called me out for being on my phone,
but I didn't realize he was talking to me
because I was too busy checking Mingo's "Insta" again.
I'm losing my mind.
How did it go with the 'rents?
It was basically Tough Love 101.
Okay, I can tutor between classes,
get some money, help out?
No, they're right.
The bills are my responsibility.
I'll figure it out.
You just need to focus on school
and the fact that Chris Walker is totally checking you out right now.
What's up, Bay?
Hey, Daphne, right?
I saw you around the BSU a bunch during the protest.
I remember. Have I thanked you yet
for saving Iris's life?
It's hard work being a hero, but someone's got to do it.
You know, I think I saw a kitten stuck up a tree
on the east side of campus, if you're bored.
I already saved it. It was on my way to stopping some bank robbers.
You know, your dad says you're the athletic sister.
I played basketball in high school.
You want to hit up the batting cages with me later?
We could hang?
Oh.
Uh, it's my aunt.
Don't go anywhere, okay?
Ahem.
Why do I have the feeling you all are talking about me in front of me?
'Cause we are.
I'd love to hang with you.
All right, your touch-up is complete.
- "Gorge." - Hmm.
Well, if you like it now,
wait till you see it by candlelight.
Bombshell Betty's.
Oh!
Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry.
Um, well, if you two get back together,
you know where I'll be.
Bye.
That was my 2:00. Apparently,
Gabby dumped him
so he will no longer be needing her name
tattooed across his chest.
I might actually have negative money now.
- That blows. - Tell me about it.
I mean, at this rate, it's going to take me a month
just to get the power turned on.
Maybe I should throw a fundraiser...
"Donate to the Starving Artist" fund.
You know, that's not such a terrible idea.
Actually, I'm not totally comfortable taking money from UNICEF.
No, I mean having a party.
I used to live in this, like, commune.
And whenever we were short on cash, we would buy a keg,
invite everyone we knew and charge 10 bucks a head.
Can't even afford beer.
The first hundred covers the beer.
The rest goes to the house.
We could make 500, easy.
Except there's no lights.
But we do have candles.
I think there's a couple packs of glow sticks somewhere.
- That sounds atmospheric. - Exactly!
- So we're having a party? - We're having a party!
We need quantity, not quality.
Although we obviously don't want to invite any creepers.
- Ooh, 2:00! - Ally, wait.
What are you guys doing tonight?
We're having a "Turn on the Lights" party upstairs.
- Hey, Luca. - Hi, Bay.
It's really just, like, a couple friends
hanging out without any loud music or alcohol.
- Please don't tell Regina. - Relax, I get it.
I won't say anything about your party.
Really? Cool, thank you.
Uh, in that case, you should totally come.
- Can't. I got Kennish game night. - Ha! You have fun with that one.
I don't. I'm Tucker.
- What time should I come by? - Uh, the party's at 9:00.
And bring friends to the party.
Bay?
I thought that was you.
Simone! Hi!
What are you doing here?
I have a couple of hours before my next meeting
so I swung by to borrow Regina's Internet.
- Do you work here? - Oh, no. I'm just helping out for the day.
Actually, I'm a tattoo artist.
That is so perfect for you.
I sold out and joined the corporate world.
My dad had an in at a pharmaceutical company
and they made me a sales rep.
It's crazy. I actually love it.
- Well, you look great. - Thanks.
I feel so basic sometimes,
but my boss is all about the labels.
He even makes me drive this embarrassing Beemer.
It's totally flashy.
But you know how it is... appearance is everything, right?
Mmm. I know exactly what you mean.
I have this spread coming up in Live Ink magazine
and I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it
'cause I just gotta be really protective about my brand.
And I just don't want to get all mainstream.
Totally.
Well, we should really get together and catch up more.
- Did I hear something about a party? - Yes, upstairs.
- We're having a "Turn on the Lights" party... - It's a party/ meets art installation.
It's a statement about our waste of this earth's resources.
You always were the creative one.
And I love art shows. I'm kind of an investor now.
So I guess I'll see you tonight.
Can't wait.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know how to hit.
You grew up with a pro baller.
I didn't meet the Kennishes till I was 15.
- I lived with my mom in East Riverside. - Get out!
I'm from Blue Creek.
We were neighbors, we didn't even know it.
I gotta be honest, though.
It's a little hard to picture you there.
Why?
'Cause I'm white?
Or 'cause I'm deaf?
Both.
When I was 10, I wore my hair in cornrows
for an entire summer to try to fit in with the other girls.
Not a good look for me.
I never knew anybody who was deaf before Travis.
It was hard enough growing up over there as a hearing person.
You must be pretty tough.
Actually, the community really supported me and my mom.
I loved living in East Riverside.
I can't wait to get out of the 'hood.
As soon as I land my spot with the Royals, I'm gone.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah, this time next year,
I'll be driving a sweet ride up to my mansion in Hallbrook,
after signing a couple hundred autographs, of course.
Is it hard being so insecure?
I'm not cocky, I'm confident.
- I deserve that spot. - Yeah, I get it.
Hey, you want to go get some food?
Keep hanging?
Oh my God, you're bleeding.
Simone?
- Toby? - Hey.
Hi.
- Oh my God, tell me that's not a baby. - Uh, yeah.
I sort of took the fast track to the whole "marriage and kids" thing.
That's great.
You married that cute blond girl I met?
What was her name? Nikki?
Uh, no. Well, technically yes, for a minute.
Um, but my...
my new wife...
her name's Lily and she works at UMKC.
- And this is? - This is Carlton.
Aw! Can I meet him? I love babies.
Yeah, yeah.
Come here, buddy.
Oh. Uh, wow. I didn't realize...
Yeah. So, uh...
I didn't mean, uh... I just...
I am so sorry.
Sorry about what?
Um, you know, we gotta get going.
We've... we've got a therapy session today. And...
come on, buddy.
It was good to see you.
Okay, you're all fixed up now
so give us a call if it starts again.
I really killed our date, huh?
Date? I thought you said it was just a hang?
You didn't know? It got upgraded when I bled on you.
And it could even become a dinner date
if you play your cards right.
Uh, well, my sister just texted.
Apparently, we're having a party tonight.
Oh. Cool. Cool.
- Do you want to come? - Yeah, I... I'd love to.
Well, you can't walk around campus like that.
Let's see...
what do you think?
"Student Health Center" or "Kangaroo Crawl"?
"Crawl," definitely.
Whoa. What happened?
Oh, I just got hit by a baseball in practice.
It looks worse than it is.
That doesn't look like a ball bruise.
That many colors usually means a bunch of different bruises.
Well, it hurt like I got hit by a bunch of different balls.
That Travis has got an arm on him.
Hey, I gotta run.
- I'll see you tonight. - Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey. Do you know
where the camping lanterns are? They have got to be here somewhere.
Who are you and what have you done with my sister?
I ran into Simone this morning
and she is totally killing it.
She's driving a Beemer and
I can't even afford to pay the electric bill.
So the answer is "camping"?
We're throwing a party tonight.
Simone basically invited herself.
You should have seen her, Toby.
- She was wearing a blazer. - I actually did see her.
- Carlton and I stopped by for a muffin. - Whoa.
Are you okay? That must have been weird for you after everything.
No, it was no big deal. It was fine.
You should DJ tonight!
Lily is taking Carlton to go visit college friends, right?
And J and K are having the Kennish game night.
Tell me you are not dying to escape that.
Even if I wanted to DJ,
turn tables require electricity.
Well, I'll just run an extension cord downstairs to the Cracked Mug.
Come on! Please!
It's gonna be so lame without music.
And you're totally a big deal.
How cool will we look to Simone
with DJ TK at the turn tables?
- Fine. Okay. - Yay!
Dr. Barminski, do you have a sec?
- What's up? - Um, I saw something kind of weird earlier.
A friend of mine had a bunch of bruises in the exact same spot,
almost like a blossom.
Sounds like an injection site. Is your friend diabetic?
I don't think so.
Well, when we see abdominal bruise patterns like that,
we assume insulin. Forearms could indicate narcotics.
- Where was the site? - On his deltoid, up here.
Is your friend an athlete?
How'd you know that?
It's a common place to inject steroids.
Tell your friend to be careful.
He could seriously hurt himself.
♪ I know I am what I do ♪
♪ That's just not convenient at all ♪
♪ For you, I don't know what you want ♪
♪ This sure as hell ain't it... ♪
Hey, is she here yet?
I haven't seen her.
Are you sure you don't just want me
to tell Simone to go to hell?
And make it seem like I care
about her perfect clothes and car and job?
No, absolutely not.
Um, hi there.
You are not on the list.
Oh, come on. Are you really still mad about the whole T-shirt thing?
Yeah. Now scram.
I'll give you 20.
Fine.
But if you even take one look at my portfolio,
you are going to wake up with a forehead tattoo, all right?
Cool. Bye.
Whoa!
Cheers to be able to shave my legs in the light tomorrow!
Salute!
Oh!
Mmm. Someone cleaned up nice.
Damn straight.
Oh, Simone.
I am so glad that you could make it.
You remember my friend Ally?
And this is my boyfriend Travis.
- Oh, so you're not with Emmett? - No!
Um,
Travis and I have actually been together
- for almost a year. - Gotcha.
Nice to meet you, Travis.
Oh, and you know Daphne.
Hey, how's it going?
- Good. You? - Good.
Oh, you have got to see our view. Come on!
- Hey, baller. - Hey.
Man, I'm ready for a beer.
Your dad had me running suicides for, like, an hour.
But don't worry, still ready to bust out my Nae Nae.
I promise, bleeding on a girl
isn't normally part of my first-date routine.
There's a routine, huh?
Usually starts with me buying you a beer.
Well, technically, it's my party, so
I'm buying you a beer.
If you insist.
British, Titanic, blond.
Nicole Kidman!
Kate Winslet!
- Nicole Kidman is Australian, honey. - What are you talking about?
She's always talking like an American in the movies.
Oh! Regina and Luca, eight. John and Kathryn, two.
Plus our sweeping victory in Taboo.
Okay, I know defeat when I see it.
- I will be right back. - I got it.
It's the least I can do for schoolin' you in your own home.
Thank you.
I still don't know how you knew Miley Cyrus
from "tongue, pants, ball."
- You two share a brain. - Apparently not,
because Luca just aced our economic strategies paper
- and I got a C. - What are you talking about?
You said you were on the fast track to the Dean's List.
- What happened? - I don't know.
I talked to our TA Lauren,
but she was weird about it.
Huh. I wonder what that's all about.
Just talk to her again.
You know, she'll probably see the light.
How about Parcheesi?
- Oh yeah, baby! - I love Parcheesi.
We got cheese, we got Parcheesi. It's gonna be great.
Actually, I'm pretty tired.
Um, mind if we call it a night?
Really? I know what's going on over there.
You want to get out of here while you're still ahead.
It may have crossed my mind.
Uh-huh. Well, you know what?
You come back for a rematch someday.
My pride will probably heal in about, what?
- One or two months. - Maybe.
You staying over?
Ah, I have an early training thing for the Reserves.
Call you after?
Sure.
- See ya. - Bye.
Bye.
Regina, are you okay?
No, I think Luca is cheating on me.
Cargo shorts over there? He has a pathological fear of water.
Hasn't showered in six years.
That's nothing. The guy with the pink shirt has multiple personalities.
One owns a ferret.
Wait.
I must be way off-base, 'cause I thought this was going okay?
It is.
That's the problem.
I actually like you.
Why is that a problem?
Because I'm worried about you.
Nose bleeds plus that bruise...
It's not a big deal. I get nose bleeds all the time.
Are you sure that's all?
What are you getting at?
Are you using steroids?
What?
No!
Look, I know how much pressure you're under
with my dad pushing you for this try-out.
But steroids are really dangerous.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Okay? I told you... a ball hit me.
That wasn't a ball bruise.
You...
you got it all wrong. Okay? I'm not...
If you stop now,
there shouldn't be any permanent damage.
You are a great player.
You're still going to have a career.
Is that why you invited me over tonight?
So you could have an intervention?
What? No, of course not.
Whatever. Look, you're the one who's trippin'
'cause I don't do that stuff.
And I have better things to do
than to sit around and get accused
by some girl I've been on one date with.
That's not what a Dutch Oven is.
- Don't be retarded. - Me?
You're the one who belongs in special ed.
Whatever, short bus...
Okay, so Operation Simone is going great
except for the part where one of Luca's friends
just chugged all the tequila and passed out in my closet.
Hey, man, can you touch your elbow and bite your ear?
Hey, what the hell is your problem?
Uh, Toby?
You think making fun of people with disabilities is funny?
Actually, yeah, I do.
- Okay, you need to leave. - Get out of my face, man.
Hey.
- Watch it. - Oh, I get it.
Is Helen Keller over here why you're so mad?
- What is your problem... - Listen here...
Hey.
Aidan and those guys are gone. Are you okay?
I don't know what happened back there.
That kid said "retarded," and I just lost it.
That's understandable.
The way those guys were acting was heinous.
The thing is, is like, it never bothered me before.
I mean, I even probably said it myself before Carlton. But,
man, to hear that kid tonight, some
paternal instinct or something
just took over.
I get it.
But there are a bunch of idiots in the world.
Toby, you can't freak out every time someone makes a bad joke.
It... it's not just that.
Um,
this morning when
I introduced Carlton to Simone,
her reaction was, um...
It was the first time that I had to introduce him
to someone from my life
who didn't already know.
What do you wish Simone had said this morning?
I... I don't even know.
You're new at this.
But you will figure it out.
All right, I... I gotta go check on Travis.
Also?
I think most people are trying to say the right thing.
They just don't know how.
You okay?
Simone's looking for you.
Well, you're up, Dr. D.
You are the raddest, Kennish.
Warm soda gets real old when you're four years' sober.
No problem. Perks of knowing the owner.
- Hey, check it out. - Um, hey, you guys can't be down here.
Door was open. Come on.
- Uh... - Let him stay.
It's like a million degrees up there, and he is really cute.
It's just, um, Regina would kill me if anything happened.
I get it. In high school, you always seemed so tough,
but we both know you were secretly the good one.
And thank God. One of us had to be.
- I'll take care of it. - You know what, Simone?
- It's cool. - You sure?
Positive. Let's have fun.
Is that your TA?
They used to date.
And now he's on his way to her place at 10:00 on a Friday.
You don't know that. These photos are over a year old.
Then why didn't Luca tell me that he dated our TA?
And how... how do you explain the text?
Doesn't look good.
I am so mad,
I don't know whether I should scream or cry.
- Is that a tramp stamp? - Mmm.
How do I zoom in?
Oh my God. I think I just "liked" the photo.
How... how do I "unlike" it?
"This photo will be saved to your favorites." No, no, no!
Here, just...
- Oops. - Oops?
I think I just "liked" another photo.
That's not gonna fix it. No.
What am I doing?
I am stalking some girl on the Internet like I'm a teenager.
You know what I used to do
when I was stalking a boyfriend's ex?
- Which apartment is it? - I have no idea.
So much easier with a house.
It's okay. We'll just wait him out.
I mean, he has to come out at some point, right?
Unless the whole "Reserves" thing was a lie too?
You know, I'm sort of surprised.
You and Luca seem so good together.
Well, sure, right now. But just wait.
In a couple years, he's going to want to have kids
and then he'll run straight back to Lauren's young, hot ovaries.
Regina, where is this coming from?
Do you remember when Luca's dad came by?
Sure.
He thinks I'm single-handedly terminating their family line.
Wow. That's a big thing to drop on someone.
What did Luca say about it?
Nothing. I didn't tell him.
Can I give you some advice from a person
who's been married longer than that TA's been alive?
Secrets fester.
You may be bad at Luca for not being honest with you,
but you have to be honest with him.
You're right.
This is crazy. Let's get out of here.
Oh.
Man.
Hey, good news.
I met a girl upstairs who's looking for a roommate.
- You're leaving us? - Just your couch.
I liked having you around.
Hey, you two... you're up.
- Come on, let's kick her ass. - Oh, you're on!
Ready? One, two, three.
- Go! - Whoo! Ah.
- All right. - This is harder than I thought.
Nailed it!
Chug.
I am sober. You're drinking for two.
- Bay? - Luca!
What's going on? I got your text.
Uh, I texted you because your buddy Tucker...
he passed out on my favorite pair of boots,
but he is fine now
and he taught me how to play Civil War, see?
Regina's gonna freak out.
We need to get these people back upstairs right now.
Oh, It'll be fine. I'll clean up later. She'll never know.
What up, Barahona?
- Hey, Bay, toss me that ball. - Okay.
- Whoo! - Tucker, wait!
That's not good.
What were you thinking?
It was just a small party to pay off the electricity bill
and no one was supposed to come down here.
- But I opened it up to make a coffee... - And what?
Some of these mugs are antiques.
I can never replace them.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
You are under age.
If the cops had shown up, they could have shut me down, Bay.
I'm really sorry.
Well, good.
I expect you to cover the damages.
Um...
I'm sorry to interrupt.
I just wanted to let you know that
everyone's gone from upstairs.
Thanks.
I'll walk you out.
Well, uh,
congratulations. You win.
Uh, I'm a mess.
My party wasn't
an art installation, it was a fundraiser
because I'm so broke, I can't pay my bills.
- I wasn't judging you. - Well, maybe you should.
You've got this amazing job, this amazing
wardrobe, this amazing car. And seeing you this morning
sent me straight back to high school.
And all I could think about was beating you,
when the truth is, I'm a disaster.
Look, my life may not be as fabulous as I made it seem.
Yeah, I make six figures, but I'm miserable.
I don't have time to make friends or date.
And I'm basically paid to take doctors out to lunch
and let them hit on me.
Wow.
And I was at the Cracked Mug this morning to see Regina,
my sponsor, because I've been so unhappy
that I almost fell off the wagon last week.
I never would have guessed.
You seem so together.
I guess we just bring out the worst in each other.
Do you know how jealous I am
that you've actually turned your passion into a job?
Why are we so competitive?
I don't know.
Can we call a truce?
Yes.
Just don't sleep with my boyfriend, okay?
Honey, what's wrong?
I found out something at the health center today
and I don't want to tell you.
And I could probably lose my position for saying something,
but I'm really worried that you're going to end up in big trouble.
Daphne, what is it?
I think someone on the baseball team is using steroids.
It's gonna take two weeks
to replace that ceramic dripper.
You're mad at Bay for being immature
when you pulled a drive-by at my ex-girlfriend's place?
Yeah.
Lauren texted me.
I know all about your covert ops.
I'm sorry.
I saw her text inviting you over.
Then you left. And I guess I went a little crazy.
I went to bail out Bay.
I know that now.
But you have to admit, it looked bad.
Why didn't you tell me you guys dated?
Because we agreed not to talk about our exes, remember?
You said there was no point in living in the past.
Oh, yeah.
And I only texted Lauren in the first place
because I was worried she'd docked your grade because of me.
And did she?
She said you confused Fool Theory with Odd Theory.
Oh, damn it.
I don't get it.
What have I ever done to make you think I'd cheat.
Nothing.
Well, what is it then?
Your dad told me I was standing in the way
- of your having children. - And you listened to him?
I told you, I don't want kids.
Sure, right now.
But you might someday.
Being in Afghanistan taught me there might not be a "someday."
I have to trust in what I want right now.
And that's you.
If that changes, we'll deal with it.
Okay?
Okay.
- Hi. - Hey.
Thanks for coming.
I was gonna text you too.
I hate the way that we left things.
I'm so sorry if I...
I mean,
I just didn't know what to say.
Me neither.
Hey, come here.
Oh!
Oh, yes.
Yeah, come over here.
Just sit up and meet Simone.
So this is my son Carlton.
He's... he's a year old
and he has Down syndrome.
He also has an amazing laugh,
a real thing for blueberries,
and is killer on percussion.
He's adorable.
Thank you.
Hi.
So, um,
I hear you're a pharmaceutical rep?
Yeah.
Hmm.
How's that?
Well, it sucks.
I'm... I'm in my car 12 hours a day.
If I have to wear another blazer,
I don't know what I'm going to do...
Daphne, wait. Wait.
What the hell? Did you narc on me?
- Yeah, I did. - Are you trying to ruin my life?
Of course not. I didn't say your name,
but my parents need to know they have a problem.
Maybe your coach can convince you
that your health is more important than a better fastball.
You think I'm using because I want to throw better?
I'm using because a cop tried to arrest me
and he strained my rotator cuff.
I stopped taking that stuff a few days ago.
It was just for a little bit, you know,
because my Royals' try-out is next week
and I didn't have enough time to let my shoulder heal naturally.
If you stopped using, then you should be fine.
Right! My career is done.
Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?
My dad's going to yell and lecture, and that's it.
A lecture? You think that's what's coming?
Your mom ordered a mandatory drug test for the whole team.
My life is over.
I don't think I can do this.
Ah, it's time to let go, sweetie.
Move on.
She's been with me through so much...
running away to Mexico with Zarra,
that terrible octopus phase,
my time on the chain gang.
Now she'll be there for somebody else.
I'm the funky artist with the cool car.
If I let her go, what does that make me?
The funky artist who can pay her bills.
I know it sounds dumb and it's just a car, but
I feel like I'm saying goodbye to being a kid or something.
Well, you are a little bit.
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