Bad Twin Page #2

So? I like it.

Olivia likes it. So what's the problem? - [sighs] Well... It is kind of a cool

little spot. It's a little cramped,

but it's cozy. Is that what you

like about it? - Not really. - You worried about your mom? - It's okay, Olivia. You can stop. She's just messing

with you, Jen. I'm Quinn. If you really need to know,

we come to places like this when we need to shut people

like you out. When everybody's

prying into our minds, we'll do anything

to make you go away. - I love you guys. When you love someone, you will

do anything to help them. - Nice try,

but that's psycho talk. - I can't imagine

how it must feel to suddenly feel like someone who you thought

didn't care about you for so long finally cares. You must wonder where I've been

all these years. - Maybe we didn't need you

in our life. Maybe our mom got away

from you on purpose. - All that stuff

is in the past, and I know I want you guys

to give this a chance and give us a chance, because I know

that I really want to. - How long have you

been a teacher? - Hmm. [laughs]

It's-- Gosh, it's almost

been ten years. It seems like yesterday,

though. - He's really good too. Kevin's classes

always fill up. - So what grades

do you teach? - I teach science

to mostly seniors at a small

private school. - So how come you guys

aren't married? - Yeah. You afraid Jen's whacked,

like our mom? - Girls--

- It's okay. I'd be happy to answer that. Your aunt is the most

amazing woman I've ever known. And someday,

if I'm lucky, she will marry me. Now, what I want to kn is how

are you girls liking it here? - We'd feel better

if we could see our mom. - Well, I have some news. We're actually

scheduled for a visit

with your mom tomorrow. - Tomorrow? - But I need to explain

a little something to you first. I think she is planning on

being there a little bit longer than we all

originally thought. - Like, for how long? - Well, her doctor

has suggested long-term treatment. It's about three months. - So she's gonna be alone

in some creepy place for three months? - I know that it's longer

than we all thought, but she's agreed to this, and she's actually

told her doctors that she's happy about this. This is a really

good sign. - She wouldn't. - Look, I know this is

really hard to hear, but your mom needs

all the support-- [glass shatters] - Quinn. - A little wine,

a little relaxation time-- - Yes.

- It's gonna be okay. [glass crunching] - Ow, oh-- - What? - It's glass. Oh, my God,

there's glass in my hand. - Oh, my God.

- Mm! - Come on.

Let's clean that up. - Oh, my God. [suspenseful music] - You sure it doesn't hurt? - Yeah. It's fine. - Are you lying to me? - Yes. It hurts. - What happened? - Did we wake you guys up? - What's going on? - Oh, there was some glass

on the seat cushion outside. I cut my hand. It's nothing to worry about. - It was probably

from Quinn's glass. - How was I supposed to know? It's not like

I d it on purpose. - Okay. - I should probably

head home. - Yeah. - Good night, girls. - Okay, look. There's no sense

in blaming each other for something like this. This is an accident. - Good night. - Good night. I'm gonna go to bed,

and I think you should too. We have a big day tomorrow, and we've had enough excitement

for one night. Besides, you get

to see your mom. - Okay.

Good night, Jen. - Good night. [indistinct chatter] Thank you. - Here you go. - Ah, we finally

meet in person. I've listened

to your show for years. - Oh. - I see you got

the record you requested? - Yes, I do.

Thank you. - Hey, Doc! If she's such an expert, why am I here? Oh, I know. It's your fault I'm here. - Cassie. - You think you can

take my babies? - Nurse. - You think you can take

what's mine? They're my babies. - No. Come on.

- They're my babies. They're mine! - Okay. Relax.

- Don't escalate, Cassie. Keeping calm is important.

- My babies--let me go. They're my babies.

Girls--they're mine. - No one is taking your girls.

- They're mine. They're mine! - It's okay.

- Okay. Fine. - Okay.

What'd I miss? - The kid's

freaking out again. - He is?

- He's crazy! He's going too fast! [indistinct shouting on TV]

- [laughs] [engine revving, wheels squeal] Come on, get him!

Get him! He's just--he's over there. What are you doing? Go! [indistinct chatter on TV] - [gasps, moans] I have to go

rinse this off. Oh, I don't know

what's happening. [suspenseful music] - How's your breathing? - It's fine, but my skin

is on fire. - Well, have you noticed any

difference in your breathing? I have your EpiPen right here. - Babe, no. It's, like,

a reaction to that cream. It hurts so bad. - Cold, cold, cold water--

cold water. That's it. You can do it.

Keep your arm in there. It's okay.

Hold still. Let the water cool the burn. - Ow.

[moans] - There you go. Give it some time. [phone buzzing] - Hey, Gail.

It's Jen. Listen. I hate to do this last-minute, but I just--I can't host

the show this week. I just got--truthfully,

it's the girls. They just--they need

more attention right now. They're really having

a hard time, and it's hard. Okay? Just run a show

from last year. Cole knows which ones

that I liked. Oh, and can you call Dr. Frank and ask if he can make

a house call today? I got a weird reaction

I want him to take a look at. All right, and Gail, thank you. I don't know

what I would do without you. Bye. Dr. Frank, thank you so much for coming out

on such short notice. - Of course.

No problem. Now, you wanted me

to look at your arm. - I know I had

a bad allergic reaction to a new moisturizer. - Yes.

Well-- [chuckles] Oh, that is not

an allergic reaction, Jen. That's a burn. It's a chemical burn. It's bad too. That could've caused

severe nerve damage. - Well, needless to say, I am not gonna use

that moisturizer anymore. - Make sure to keep your arm

away from any heat, and it'll be fine. - Thank you so much

for coming out again. - Any time.

- I really appreciate it. - Don't worry.

- Okay. - What you doing?

- [gasps] Don't do that. - Whoa.

What got into you? - Nothing. - Okay.

You're totally lying. What's going on? - It's my arm. Dr. Frank was right.

It's a chemical burn. - You know that for sure? - I tested it. It has pool acid in it. - Oh, my God.

- Mm-hmm. - Jen,

this is getting nuts. You could be

in real danger. You have to do something

about the girls. I mean, there's two of them,

and together, they could-- - No, they're not gonna

do anything serious. They're just-- They're acting out the anger

of their mother on me. - I used to act out

when I was a kid too, but it didn't involve

giving people chemical burns. What are you gonna do? - I don't know. I've also noticed

that there've been a couple things missing

around the house-- some valuable things. - Well, this just keeps

getting better, doesn't it? - Mm-hmm.

And I can't accuse them. Not right now. I need them to trust me. - Well, I want them

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