The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Page #4

- Hi, Emma.

- Hi, Peyton.

Hi, Solomon.

Emma, why don't you go inside.

I've got to talk to Solomon.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Are you a retard?

No.

Did you like

looking at me?

Did you like...

looking at me?

Don't f*** with me,

retard.

My version of the story

will be...

better than yours.

I won't let

you hurt them.

They're my friends.

I won't let

you hurt them!

Oh boy.

Solomon!

Would you step inside

for a minute?

Okay.

Surprise!

It's for you,

big guy.

I was in charge

of picking it out.

Ohh.

You're my friends.

Oh my.

Oh.

Should've seen his face when we gave

him the bicycle. Emma just adores him.

Claire, there's something

that's been bothering me.

I feel a little awkward

bringing it up.

I've been noticing

some behavior that...

I feel might be

inappropriate.

I'm sorry. What

do you mean, inappropriate?

Something about the way

he touches her.

I'm sure you

must've misunderstood.

You're right, Solomon would

never do anything like that.

Besides, it would be obvious

if Emma were keeping a secret.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh no, please. It's okay.

She's coming around.

Whoa! Whoa!

I love you very much,

sweetheart.

You know that

if anything happened,

good or bad,

you can tell me and I

would love you just as much.

Do you know that?

Yes.

We shouldn't have

any secrets, Emma.

Secrets between people who

love each other aren't good.

What's the matter,

baby?

Nothing.

You don't have to say.

Why can't I see

through this glass?

It's fiberglass,

a different kind of glass.

We put real glass in the ceiling

to let the sunlight through.

And this lets the air in so it

doesn't get too hot in the greenhouse.

Claire, Joe's intercom

conked out.

I couldn't find any

batteries in the kitchen.

- Do you think Solomon's got some in his cart?

- Well...

he's got everything else there.

Let me take a look.

Do you see

what you've done?

Sweetheart?

Come away from

the window, honey.

Emma?

Come sit down.

Peyton.

But I don't

understand.

Why did they take

Solomon away?

I guess your mommy didn't

like Solomon very much.

I wanted to help Solomon, but I was

afraid she'd try to send me away too.

I hate her.

I bet your mommy

wasn't mean like mine.

I didn't have

a mommy.

She died when

I was very little.

Your mommy died?

Then who took care

of you?

I had to take care

of myself.

Peyton, if something

happens to my mommy,

would you

take care of me?

Of course I would.

And your daddy too.

I'd take care

of all of you.

- Last of the boxes.

- Yeah.

Emma's gonna be okay,

Claire.

But she's so different

around me lately.

She's not

my little girl.

She's so angry...

and guarded.

I think...

maybe she blames me

because I didn't protect her.

I don't think so,

Claire.

Shh.

Marlene wants to get together tonight

to make out a guest list.

I'm not sure this party

is a good idea now.

- What do you think?

- I think we should go ahead with it.

Everyone could use

some cheering up,

especially Claire. You know how

she's been blaming herself.

Yeah, I think

you're right.

Guess I just

needed to hear it.

Thanks for lunch.

I especially liked the part where

we picked up the fertilizer.

- Oh, you liked that?

- Oh, yeah.

Hi, you two.

- Hi. Oh, can I take him?

- Oh, sure.

Hi, sweetheart. Hello.

- Let me help.

- He's getting so big.

- He's like a different kid

every time I see him.

He's got a great

set of lungs, doesn't he?

- Oh, what's the matter?

- You want mommy?

You want to go?

What happened, ohhh?

Shh.

I don't know what got into

him today. Want me to try?

- Wanna go to Peyton?

- Ah, it's okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's okay,

little one.

What is that

annoying noise?

Wind chimes. It was a gift

from Peyton.

Charming.

Well, I gotta go.

- Bye-bye. Thanks for lunch.

- Okay.

Marlene,

Peyton's making one

of her famous souffles.

Why don't you and Marty

stop by for dessert later?

Sorry, I can't make it.

I'm showing the Fletcher house.

Didn't you sell

the Fletcher house?

Actually I did, but

the financing fell through.

I have to start all over.

Bye. I'll call you.

Okay.

That smells great.

You know what they say.

Chocolate's a substitute for sex.

Chocolate's great, but

I don't know about that.

Guess you and Michael keep those

fires burning all the time, huh?

We certainly have

enjoyed each other.

When we first moved

into this house, we...

we christened

every room.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Well, you know.

When you have a baby you start to feel

tired and unattractive...

and fat.

I'm sure Michael is as attracted

to you now as he ever was.

A man never loses it

for his first love.

But I wasn't

Michael's first love.

- No?

- You'll never guess who was.

Marlene?

- Am I right?

- Yeah, how'd you know that?

Wild guess.

You know, it's a shame Michael's

not here. He's gonna miss it.

What's he doing so late

at the lab anyway?

That's a

good question.

I'm gonna give him

a call.

Randy and Cecie.

Dave and Loreeta.

- And Mitch.

- Mitch and the Harrisons.

- Oh, come on.

- They always invite us.

You got a light?

Can't find my lighter.

Marty's gonna throw a fit.

You know, I'm still not sold

on this whole surprise party thing.

- Because of Emma?

- And Claire.

She just hasn't

been herself lately.

How's Peyton doing?

Oh boy,

Peyton's been great.

- Has she? - I don't know

what we would have done without her.

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.

- How was your night?

- Fine.

Yeah?

Michael, I called the lab.

There was no answer.

I was in one of the rooms

without a phone.

Honey, come on. I didn't mean

to frighten you.

- You been smoking?

- No, I haven't been smoking.

One of the techs was.

Must be in my hair.

Michael, you never let

anybody smoke at the lab.

What is this,

an interrogation?

- Well?

- Well what?

It's been a long day.

I just wanna go to bed.

I heard something.

I dropped something.

Oh.

Well, good night.

Can I fix you

something?

- No, thanks, I-

- Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey, sweetie, your mom

and I 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 I 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?

I'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.

I 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.

Mommy,

what's wrong?

Mom,

let's go inside.

Emma, I 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.

Honey, just calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down,

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