Not Bionic Woman & The Six Million Dollar Man XXX Page #3

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Okay? We're gonna need Peg too.

Thanks, Belle.

You got it?

That's perfect.

It's perfect. That'll do it.

Listen, go in the house,

get your mom and Peg.

Can I help?

No, you've done enough already.

Dad wants you. He wants Peg too.

- Well, go get her.

Hey, Peg!

Dad wants you!

- Brian! Go up and get her.

Do not scream in my house!

- Sorry.

And go up to your room

and stay in there

while we are working,

do you understand?

Fine.

Please!

Peg! She's not clean.

Please.

Ladies, go get the towels

and get that first-aid kit, okay?

Let's go.

You're learning.

Dry her off.

Is it safe now?

Yeah. Don't worry.

Says the man with nine fingers.

Go ahead in.

Dry as a bone now.

We don't want her

coming down with something.

Hon? Give me one

of those cotton balls

and soaked in peroxide, please.

This is gonna hurt.

It buttons here and here,

so you don't have to...

undo her or anything.

That's great.

Why don't you throw it on her?

It's okay, she's not

gonna do anything.

This is just all

new to her, that's all.

She's a little scared.

She has a lot of scars.

What do you imagine

she's been doing?

Maybe some day she can tell us.

I don't think she likes it.

She's never had a dress

on her before, Belle.

You probably didn't like it

the first time

you had a dress, huh?

There.

She looks like one of those

polygamist wives, doesn't she?

Yeah.

Whoa, slow down, slow down.

Thank you.

Thaaaank you.

Thank you.

Read my mind, babe.

Your kids still giving you a hard day?

No, they're fine.

What's with the paper?

It's a phone number and an address.

Peggy Cleek's parents.

I'm pretty sure she's pregnant.

You are not thinking

of telling them, are you?

Well, shouldn't I?

- Could make things worse.

It's gonna be

very obvious very soon.

It's your call.

I gotta go lock up.

I'll be back in a sec.

Hell, it never fails at dinner time.

Peg, would you see

who that is, please?

I was on the phone all day.

Don't make that noise, hon.

I don't like that noise.

Hello. This is Genevieve Raton,

and this message

is for Mr. or Mrs. Cleek.

Your daughter Peggy is

a student in my geometry class...

Message erased.

You have no new messages.

Darlin', turn that down.

Peggy, what are you doing?

It's time for school.

Come on, I'm driving you today.

I don't feel so good, mom.

Can I stay home today?

Peggy. There is

nothing wrong with you.

You got a half-day today, huh?

Yep.

What are you gonna do

with all that free time?

Well, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Okay, dad.

If I get up I'm gonna be sick.

Fine.

I don't want Brian here

alone after school, anyway.

Hey, Brian.

- What's up?

A bunch of us are going to the movies.

Want to come along?

I gotta head home.

I got some stuff to do.

- Okay then. Maybe next time.

Sure. Next time.

Bye, Brian.

Who the hell doesn't like cookies?

What the hell

are you doing, Brian?

You're in trouble now,

you little sh*t!

Get out of here! You're sick!

I'm so sorry...

about all of this.

Darlin', go to your room.

Why? I didn't do anything.

Honey, this isn't about you.

This is about your brother.

Go to your room, good girl.

Do you know what your son did?

Do you want to know?

I'm not sure I do.

He didn't think

anyone was home today.

So he went down there. With her.

Had her dress off.

Had her naked.

He was touching her.

And touching himself.

If Peg hadn't caught him at it

there's no telling what would

have gone on down there.

Is this true, son?

Peggy caught him!

Didn't you hear me?

Why the hell are you

asking him is it true?

Calm down, Belle.

He had one hand on her

and the other down

his goddamn jeans, Chris!

I'm telling you

to take it easy.

You better look at me

when I'm talkin' to you.

Is this true?

Okay, so no one was hurt?

No... What?

No one was hurt.

He's a boy.

He's an adolescent.

Adolescents have urges.

Boys will be boys.

You know, now that she's

cleaned up, I have to say,

she's not half bad to look at,

you know what I mean?

I can't f***ing do this anymore!

You can't do this to us, Chris!

Have you lost your mind?

You can't just stand there and smile

when your own son

thinks it's okay to...

To what?

You are an officer of the court!

She is a human being!

Do you know what would happen

to all of us if you got caught?

just what's going on with

the goddamn dogs out there

is enough to put you in prison.

Anophthalmia, Belle.

It's your shame.

Anophthalmia, remember that?

Do you?

I never condoned what you did.

Never.

You can't just keep putting

one thing on top of the other

and expect to get

away with it forever.

Chris, I...

I've had it!

Okay.

So what are you gonna do?

I mean, what is your plan?

What? I don't...

I just would like to know.

What the f*** you think

you're gonna do about it?

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving you, Chris.

And I'm taking the girls with me.

You can have your

little rapist son to yourself.

You're already teaching him every

goddamn thing he needs to know,

aren't you?

You can damn well

burn together, the two of you.

But you are not

hurting my girls anymore.

It's over.

Right now.

You can't do this to us, Chris!

I can't do this!

I can't?

I can!

She'll be fine.

She's okay.

Get a cold cloth

for your mother, Peg.

Peg, let's go!

Why don't you answer

the door? See who it is.

Miss Raton?

Peggy. Hi.

You gonna invite me in?

This really isn't the time...

Sure it is, Peggy.

Hey, I'm not here to hurt you.

I wanna help.

You can't help.

- Well, how do you know that?

I just do.

I know doctors, counselors,

all kinds of people.

I said this isn't

the time, Miss Raton!

Peg, where are your manners?

Hi, come on in.

- Thank you.

Miss...?

- Raton.

Raton. I remember.

Yeah. Geometry.

- Yes.

Geometry. That's right.

I met you at Parents' Night.

Yes.

- Please, have a seat.

Can I get you anything?

Are you thirsty?

Would you like some...

Soda pop or coffee, nothing?

I'm fine, thank you.

- Okay.

May I speak with you and

your wife privately, Mr. Cleek?

Please, call me Chris, Miss Raton.

Chris.

And you are...?

Genevieve.

Genevieve.

It's a beautiful name.

She's really not feeling very well.

She's having herself

a little power nap.

So this is about Peg, I gather?

Yes.

Then I suppose she should hear it.

My son as well.

We have no secrets

in this family, Miss Raton.

Brian?

Come here, son.

I've observed some...

distressing behavior

as of late, Mr. Cleek.

Chris.

Peggy isn't looking well.

She's had to rush out to use the ladies

rest room several times during class.

Her studies are off,

and she's taken to wearing clothes

that are much too big for her.

Well, she does like

to wear my sweats.

Does Peggy have a boyfriend,

do you know, Mr. Cleek?

No.

And I would know if she did.

Why?

I believe that Peggy

is pregnant, Mr. Cleek.

Pregnant.

- I am not!

What makes you think that

Peggy is pregnant, Miss Raton?

Well, she's showing, Mr. Cleek.

Not very much right now,

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