If There Be Thorns Page #5

You're devil spawn!

You're a sinner! And a hypocrite!

Fornicating with his sister!

Cursing this family!

You deserve to die!

You all deserve to die!

How does he know, Chris?

How?

I don't know!

We'll figure it out.

God knows we've been through worse.

What are we doing?

What is wrong with him,

that he's like this?

Dr. Phillips ought to know.

We can't take him back to Dr.Phillips!

What if he tells her what he knows?

He's unstable,

so she'll think he's making it up.

And what if they want to lock him up, Chris?

I will never let that happen.

Chris! Please.

Just-- just give me a moment.

Let me out!

There you are, Jory.

What's going on?

Your parents...

As you know them,

are more that what you think.

"More" how?

Bart...

Tell me what happened with your sister.

She's not my sister.

And I'm not Bart.

Then who are you?

Mr. and Mrs. Sheffield.

I'm concerned that Bart is displaying

features of a schizophrenic disorder.

He said he didn't hurt Cindy,

that it was somebody else.

And old man he calls "Malcolm."

Malcolm?

That's impossible.

Um...

What are our options?

We'd like to take him away from here

as soon as possible.

Well, there's been some major advances

in electroshock therapy--

What? No! No. Absolutely not.

I agree.

Alright. If you insist.

We can try medications,

but I'd like to keep him here at the hospital

just for a few days, for observation.

But I'm afraid, if that doesn't work,

our only option left will be shock therapy.

Morning, Jory.

Where's Cindy?

Emma took her to the park.

Your mom, uh, is still at the hospital.

Bart's still resting.

Everything okay, son?

Bart say something crazy to you?

About what?

I don't know. About the family?

About this family?

I don't know, Chris.

What could possibly be wrong

with this perfect family you've created?

What could Bart be so upset about, huh, Chris?

Listen, why are you so angry?

And why do you keep calling me "Chris"?

Why don't you ask grandma?

She's living next door.

Aa... Dr.Dollanganger.

"Sheffield."

Aa, yes. Of course.

Do come in.

There you are.

All grown up.

Corrine.

Call me "Mother," and give me a hug.

Don't touch me.

What are you doing here, Corrine?

Haven't you done enough to Cathy and me?

I was hoping that you could forgive me.

Cathy won't,

but you've always loved me more than she did.

So you come here

and you manipulate Bart into hating us?

No! I only wanted to love him

the way that a grandmother loves a grandchild.

I wanted my family back.

But he knows, Corrine.

They both know.

You've poisoned my family again!

If your family loves you based on a lie,

then they don't love you at all, do they?

Oh, you should know, shouldn't you?

But I've changed!

I can help them have a normal life.

I can raise them properly,

and if not both of them, then just Bart.

He's such a special boy.

A "Normal life?"

Does any of this seem normal to you?

There is nothing "normal" about you

or about what you think might help them

in that fetid, rotten head of yours.

You stay away from my children, Corrine,

or so help me, I will make it my life's mission

to see you locked back up, for good this time.

I'm a doctor. I have those powers.

And I have a lot of friends.

Yes, but they don't know your secret, do they?

Stay away from my children, Corrine.

I know you're angry at Chris and Cathy.

I know you want them to pay for their sins.

But you have to hold back until the time is right.

Malcolm was a smart man.

He knew that, sometimes,

you have to pretend to be what people want to be

in order to prevail over them.

You have to disguise your intentions,

so they suspect nothing.

Do you understand?

Good boy.

Cindy, honey! Hurry up.

We don't want to be late for the recital.

Hi, Dr.Phillips.

Yes, the medications have worked tremendously.

No. No more episodes.

He's been perfectly stable and happy,

and completely abandoned

this fictious "Malcolm" character.

Thank you. Yes.

I'll be in touch.

Bart, honey, are you sure

you don't want to come to the recital?

Okay.

See you there.

-Bye, Cindy.

-Bye-bye.

Break a leg.

Thank you. Thank you.

And welcome to the Sheffield Dance Academy's Fall Recital.

We are so excited to show you what we've been working on,

and we hope you enjoy it.

So without further ado, let's begin.

And arms in first position...

And in fifth...

And open.

And... up.

And...

Oh!

Cathy!

Don't move your leg.

-My knee--

-Shh, shh...

Chris, Chris, my knee!

Oh, god!

You're fine. You're gonna be fine.

Oh, god!

Son, go get an ambulance.

Oh, god!

Okay.

Oh, Chris... my knee.

You're gonna be okay. I'm here.

Chris, I'm fine.

I can manage.

I'm gonna have to, if I'm going to dance again.

Hi, sweetie. It's good to be home.

Hey, honey.

Does she know she's never

gonna dance again?

They told her at the hospital,

but it hasn't sunk in yet.

Mind your leg.

Well...

I think it's a good think.

You know, I can, uh...

Ohh. Focus on myself,

my beautiful family.

Where's my little Cindy?

Emma put her to bed already.

Bart?

Wanna come give me a hug?

Grandma!

Darling!

Jory, darling.

Your grandmother is here.

Look at you!

My luggage-- it's in the trunk.

I'll get it.

Thank you so much, Amy.

-Emma.

-Indeed.

Cathy...

I was so sorry to hear about your accident.

The moment Jory told me, I knew what I had to do.

-You came.

-Of course!

Who else is going to teach your classes?

Amy? Do you have sugar for the coffee?

Still "Emma."

It's my guilty little pleasure.

Well, I see you haven't lost your joie de vivre.

I just hope I have mine when I'm your age.

So, how long were you planning on staying with us?

As long as it takes to put Jory into tiptop shape.

He has a bright future ahead of him.

He does.

I've taught him everything I know.

Exactly.

And now with your knee.

And your delightful little girl,

I can relieve some of your burden,

and take Jory even further.

Jory?

Why don't you take your grandmother's bags upstairs?

To the guest room.

Yeah.

I'm sure you'd like to get settled in, Marisha.

I'll just finish my coffee.

Christopher, you startled me.

A ballerina who smokes?

We all have our unsavory habits, don't we, now?

Haven't I done enough for your?

You promised to stay our of our lives.

The arrangement we've made is no longer working for me.

Chris? Honey?

Sweetheart.

Chris? Honey?

Sweetheart.

Are you okay?

What is it?

It's Marisha.

She knows about us.

A couple of years ago.

Her studio wasn't doing well..

She came to me for money.

And when I refused...

She threatened to turn us in

and take Jory away.

She's blackmailing us?

Chris, you should have told me!

I didn't want to worry you.

I'm gonna kill her.

No.

No!

We have to play this smart, Cathy.

She has all the leverage.

Don't do or say anything rash

until we come up with a plan.

It's the hospital.

I got to go.

Okay.

We'll figure this out.

I promise.

This family means everything to me.

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