[after her siblings ask her to lie to Bailey about Owen being hurt in an attempt to get him to come to the house] No. Uh uh. No way.
No. Forget it. That's a terrible thing to do.
Yeah, it is. It is. But how else, Claud. How else can you get him here?
I don't know. But that? No, no. You can't tell him that. I mean, you can't have him get in his car and drive all the way over here thinking that. [to Sarah] You don't think this is, like, the cruelest thing you could do to a person? I mean, you're actually okay with this?
I know it'll get him here, Claudia. So yeah, I am.
Well, I don't care. I won't. I don't care, and you know, if you think it is such a great idea, you call.
It won't make any sense coming from Sarah. Or me, or Charlie.
It's you, Claud. If you call him and say that you need his help, that you don't know what to do, then he'll believe you. And he'll come.
He's in trouble, Claudia. I mean, aren't you willing to do whatever it takes to help him? I am.
[Claudia looks torn; starts dialing]
[crying hysterically on phone] Bay! Bay, um, it's Owen. He...I wasn't looking and he...he fell down the stairs and he hit his head...hard. I don't know...I don't know if he's breathing...but he's not moving, Bailey. And I don't know what to do! You gotta...you gotta...okay. Okay, but hurry. [hangs up. To Charlie] Shame on you.
What is this...is this like your way of getting back at me for Callie? Is that what this is?
You really think this is about revenge?
It sure as hell feels like it to me.
I'm not trying to get back at you, Bailey. I'm here because...because I've seen how you drink. How much you drink and what it does to you.
Uh huh. So you think I'm an alcoholic.
I think you have a problem, Bailey.
[raising his voice] You think that I'm an alcoholic. Why don't you just say it? That's what you came here to say, isn't it?
I think you're an alcoholic.
Well...well I think you're full of crap. I think you're all full of crap. And if you think I'm gonna hang around here and listen to you all tell me what a lush you think I am, as delightful as that sounds...it's been real.
If we're all wrong then why are you running away? See, you leave now, and all that does is say to us, Bailey's got a problem and he's too afraid to deal with it. So, so okay. So I'm wrong. So we're all full of crap. So set us straight, Bailey. Explain it. You know, make us see it from your side. [pause] Stay.
He was an alcoholic, Bailey.
Right. Sure. Sure he was.
Your father was an alcoholic.
Eighteen years he was sober before he died, but for years, before that, years.
No, you're just... No! No, I.. I don't believe you.
On my life, Bailey. It's the truth.
I thought... I thought you couldn't get any lower than what they did. Lying about Owen saying he was hurt just to get me to come over here. But you... You son of a bitch!
What do you think? What? You think he's dead, you can say what you want to say about him?!
He'd want you to know! He'd want me to tell you!
My father was not an alcoholic!
Get outta here, Joe. Get the hell outta here! [To Charlie] Have you heard this load of crap?! Have you? Oh, hey. This was probably your genius idea. Right? Let's get Joe to say Dad was a drunk. And then maybe...
He didn't... I would've known.
You were just a kid when he quit, Charlie. Probably too young to recognize the signs.
Don't you remember him coming home late from the restaurant every night?
That doesn't mean... Look, he had a business to run.
He liked hanging out with the guys late. Shooting the bull.
Honey, I was the one who had to drive him home night after night cause he couldn't drive himself.
Don't you remember the fight he had with your mom?
It was bad. For a long time. If he hadn't gotten the help when he did...
But I never saw him take a drink in my life. Not once, not even a beer or a glass of wine.
That's right. And what do you think? Not a drop, not an ounce, nothing. He owned a restaurant, and hell, he owned a bar. Why never a sip? Cause he knew he couldn't. Ever. That's what it is to be an alcoholic. He knew that...
[Claudia goes back inside the house, Charlie tries to go after her]
[after telling Bailey that their father was also an alcoholic] I'm sorry, Claudia. I didn't know you were standing there.
It's OK. I should know, right? Who my father really was...
That wasn't who he was. It was just a small part of him.
It isn't small. It's everything. He was an alcoholic.
He stopped drinking long before you were even born, Claudia.
But it...it changes everything.
Because I thought I knew him!
You did, sweetie! Everything you remember about your father is still true. He wasn't perfect, Claudia. He made mistakes, he had faults... it didn't make him any less of a person. Just made him human.
So what happened? What made him stop? I wanna know.
Your mom said she'd leave him.
I um, I was thinking about us...about you and me.
It's funny. Because this is, like, what we used to talk about. Remember? And, and I finally have an answer to that question that you asked me.
When you were looking for your mom. And you'd say to me, I wonder what I got from her. My voice, or my dark hair. Remember? And you asked me what I got from my parents.
It's like, Claudia plays the violin, and Julia looks like her, and Charlie looks like him. And this is what I got. This is what my father gave me.
I don't need to be taken care of. And I don't need any AA contact. I mean it's okay, Charlie. I kind of feel better, actually.
Yeah, I do. Anyway. I guess you guys were right about me. Turns out you were right. Of course you were. I mean, I'm my father's son, right? Which is...which explains a lot of things. I mean, I can finally stop looking at myself and thinking, what is going on here? What am I turning into? Who am I turning into? Because it's him. I'm turning into him. And it's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's his fault. So...so I'm gonna stop beating myself up and I'm gonna stop letting all of you guys beat up on me. Because this is just who I am, and this is what I do. I drink. Anyone seen my coat?
[upset] No. No no no no no no no. I can't take this, Bailey. I mean, you can't do this anymore.
[crying hysterically] No, Bailey. I mean it. That's it...that's it! I mean if you don't...if you don't get help, I don't want to see you. You can't talk to me...and you can't talk to Owen...and you can't come over to the house...and I'm not going to come and see you...and I'm not going to call you...and I'm not even going to think about you.
No! I love you, Bailey. More than anyone. I love you the best. You know that. This is the only thing I have that I can take away from you...to make you stop. So either you get help right now...or get out of here.
[long pause; Bailey finds his coat and leaves]
