The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Page #5

you son-of-a-b*tch!

Honey, you

don't understand.

I understand.

You've been f***ing Marlene.

All right, Claire,

that's enough!

There are people

in there.

What are you

talking about?

Talking about

a surprise party.

Oh, my God.

Everybody's

in there.

Surprise.

Surprise.

- Did you speak to Marlene yet?

- No.

I- I can't

seem to face her.

Michael, I can't go on

like this anymore.

I can't say

I'm sorry...

any more than

I already have.

I can't go on like this

anymore either.

I was thinking...

maybe we could

go away for a few days.

You mean,

Peyton and the kids or just us?

No, I was thinking

just the family without Peyton.

I thought you

liked having Peyton around.

I do, and then sometimes I don't.

You sound like you're turning on her.

It's just-

you know.

So many things have gone wrong since...

since she's been here.

- Are you saying those things

are Peyton's fault? - No!

I don't know.

I don't feel like myself.

Claire, honey,

come on.

Peyton's come through

in some very tough times.

I know.

We'll talk about it when we go away.

We'll go away, just the family.

If there are any further

services that I may provide,

do not hesitate to call,

blah, blah, blah.

These are all in the Magnolia District

in that price range.

Eastwind, Hobart.

These are old.

They still haven't unloaded

the good doctor's house.

What are you waiting for,

a tip?

I'm going out.

Cancel my morning.

- What should I tell Lambert?

- Make something up.

You've got a Harvard education.

Hi, sweetheart.

I'll be back in a while.

- You're not working here this morning?

- No, I have to go...

to the botanicals

to pick up seedlings.

I won't be long.

F***in' A.

Hello?

- Let me speak to Claire.

- May I ask who's calling?

Marlene Craven.

Want me to spell it?

Claire's not here,

Marlene.

- I'll tell her you called.

- Sure you will.

What is this, a parade?

Let's go!

Claire, I didn't know

you were here.

Someone named Marlene called,

said it's important.

Oh, okay,

thanks.

Hello, Marlene.

Claire! It's Marlene!

Claire!

- Marlene, is everything all right?

- No.

I need a doctor.

Know of any, Mrs. Mott?

Where's Claire?

Marlene, please?

- Where is she?

- She's in the greenhouse.

But, please, Marlene,

please don't go out there.

Claire!

This is important!

It has nothing

to do with the party!

Claire!

Claire!

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy

had roast beef.

This little piggy

had none.

9-1-1 emergency.

H- H-

What is the nature

of your emergency?

What is the nature

of your emergency?

Notify harborview,

medic one has

a respiratory arrest.

Here's the O-2.

This isn't going to work.

Forget the oxygen.

Get me my laryngoscope

and a #5 line right away.

- Oh, my God, what happened?

- You'll have to stay back.

Paramedics are

with her now.

- What happened?

- Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm assuming she's a friend.

- It's gonna be okay.

- She-

She has trouble breathing.

She has asthma.

The paramedics have

everything under control.

Hey, Al!

Take a look over here.

It's okay, Joe.

It's okay.

Claire, honey?

Can you hear me?

You're safe now.

You're in a hospital.

Just try and rest,

okay?

Michael.

I keep seeing

Marlene's face.

I can't believe

she's gone.

Come inside.

That's better.

You're soaked.

Soaked through.

Peyton.

There's only one woman

for me.

That's all you need.

Thanks.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

Could someone hold the door for me?

- You okay?

- Fine.

Emma?

Fasten your seat belt,

sweetheart.

I got it.

- Hi, Peyton.

- Hi, Emma.

Hello, Claire,

it's good to have you home.

It's good

to be home.

Michael, before I forget,

the school secretary called.

Said the meeting is Thursday.

I wrote it in your book for you.

Okay, great, thanks.

It's a fund-raiser.

Peyton heard about it

when she picked up Emma.

Oh, you said I could borrow it.

Is it all right?

Oh, yeah.

I'll be right back. I want to

make sure I don't burn dinner.

It's great

to have you back.

You like it?

Peyton did it.

Someone could have

asked me first.

We thought it

would be a surprise.

We thought

you might like it.

If you don't, I'll have

her take it down.

It's okay.

All right, well,

I'll put your things away.

All right, do you have any sevens?

- Go fish.

- Whoa-ho, look what I took, huh?

Do you have a ten?

Go fish!

Keep your cards up here

so Peyton can't see them.

So you can't

see them.

Yeah, that's it.

There we go.

Did she tell you where

she was going in such a hurry?

No, she just

took off.

Told me to cancel

her morning.

What was she doing

before she left?

I had just given her these

listings she had asked for.

She looked at them.

A minute later she hurried out of here.

Listings?

These?

Those are the ones.

Mrs. Harris?

I'm glad you made it.

- Bruce Silverman, Windemere Realty.

- Oh.

Would you care

to take a look inside?

Yeah.

I'm glad you made it.

I was just on my way out.

The house was custom-built

two years ago.

It's listed well

below market value.

They're very motivated.

- May I?

- Of course.

The original owners

lived here a very short time.

New carpet throughout.

Uh, there is a nursery?

It's a perfect room for kids.

That's a strange-looking toy.

What is it?

It's a breast pump.

Breast pump?

She used it to keep

her milk up.

- I don't understand

where she could be all this time.

- I don't either.

Here she is.

- Honey, where have you been?

- Michael, I've got-

Hi, Claire, we were

worried about you.

- Claire, my God!

- She's Dr. Mott's widow, Michael.

She's what?

Get out

of our house.

She's turning on me, Michael,

just like you said she would.

She doesn't realize how I've come

through for this family.

You have to tell her,

tell her about us.

There's nothing to tell.

You should leave.

Michael, what are

you saying?

You told me there was

only one woman for you.

I meant Claire,

my wife.

Okay, fine.

I'll just get my baby

and we'll be on our way.

I- I meant,

I'll just go get my things.

Michael.

You don't understand.

I mean, leave now.

We'll send your things.

You're right, Michael.

That's best.

Peyton, the keys.

Oh, of course.

I'm sorry.

You've been so kind.

Mommy, Daddy,

what's happening-

Emma, stay there!

It's okay, Emma.

Mommy and Daddy want me to leave.

Good-bye, Peyton.

Peyton!

Call the police!

Claire, calm down.

You don't know

what she's capable of!

We have her keys!

I think she rigged

the greenhouse for me!

All right,

get the kids' things.

- We'll go to a hotel.

- Go upstairs, sweetheart.

Can you get someone

over here right away?

But it's not an emergency situation.

- Well, no.

- I'll have a car there as soon as I can.

All right,

we live at 808 Yakima.

Emma, sweetheart, we're gonna

go away for a few days, okay?

You can bring

dolly with you.

Peyton?

Peyton?

- Michael?

- Daddy?

Emma, I want you to lock

this door behind me.

- Don't open it until I come back,

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