techs was.
Must be in my hair.
Michael, you never let
anybody smoke at the lab.
What is this,
an interrogation ?
- Well ?
- Well what ?
lt's been a long day.
l just wanna go to bed.
[ lndistinct Noises ]
l heard something.
l dropped something.
Oh.
Well, good night.
Can l fix you
something ?
- No, thanks, l--
- Are you sure ?
l'm sure.
Good night.
Good night.
Hey, sweetie, your mom
and l 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 l 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 ?
l'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.
like starch ?
Yeah, and this jacket here
kinda smells of cigarette.
l 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, l 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.
l 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.
[ ln Unison ]
Surprise.
[ Cooing ]
- Did you speak to Marlene yet ?
- No.
l-- l can't
seem to face her.
Michael, l can't go on
like this anymore.
l can't say
l'm sorry...
any more than
l already have.
l can't go on like this
anymore either.
[ Claire ]
l was thinking...
maybe we could
go away for a few days.
[ Michael ] You mean,
Peyton and the kids or just us ?
[ Claire ] No, l was thinking
just the family without Peyton.
[ Michael ] l thought you
liked having Peyton around.
[ Claire ]
l do, and then sometimes l don't.
[ Michael ]
You sound like you're turning on her.
lt'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 !
l don't know.
l don't feel like myself.
Claire, honey,
come on.
Peyton's come through
in some very tough times.
[ Claire ] l know.
We'll talk about it when we go away.
[ Michael ]
We'll go away, just the family.
[ Radio ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Marlene ] lf there are any further
services that l 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 ?
l'm going out.
Cancel my morning.
- What should l tell Lambert ?
- Make something up.
You've got a Harvard education.
[ Cooing ]
Hi, sweetheart.
l'll be back in a while.
- You're not working here this morning ?
- No, l have to go...
to the botanicals
to pick up seedlings.
l won't be long.
Fuckin' A.
[ Phone Ringing ]
Hello ?
- Let me speak to Claire.
- May l ask who's calling ?
Marlene Craven.
Want me to spell it ?
Claire's not here,
Marlene.
- l'll tell her you called.
- Sure you will.
What is this, a parade ?
Let's go !
[ Honking ]
Claire, l didn't know
you were here.
Someone named Marlene called,
said it's important.
Oh, okay,
thanks.
[ Doorbell ]
Hello, Marlene.
Claire ! lt's Marlene !
Claire !
- Marlene, is everything all right ?
- No.
l 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