Épisode Enfin seul ! S05E15 - Malcolm in the Middle Saison 5

Lois et Hal entre dans la chambre des garçons, Dewey s'est semble-t-il endormi avec un catalogue de jouets, le doigt sur un article.

Lois (souriant) : Ah, regarde-moi ça...

Hal : Il veut un trampoline pour son anniversaire.

Lois : C'est dommage, mais c'est au dessus de nos moyens...

Le doigt de Dewey se déplace sur la page.

Lois : Ca c'est possible si on organise pas de goûter.

Dewey déplace encore sa main, toujours les yeux fermés.

Hal : Ca ce serait parfait ! Et imagine sa surprise !

Ils sortent.

GENERIQUE

Malcolm est dans la cour du lycée.

Malcolm [à la caméra] : Ca c'est le meilleur moment de la journée, le quart d'heure qui sépare la fin de l'horreur des cours au début de l'horreur en famille.

Le coach l'interpelle, accompagné d'un élève.

Coach : Ah Malcolm, te voilà ! Tu connais Igor James je crois ? Meilleur jouer du circuit scolaire, champion des interceptions. Je plaisante, t'es pas vraiment du même monde.

Igor : Salut.

Coach : Igor passe son diplôme cette année. Il a déjà 6 propositions de bourses de grandes universités, qui ont de grandes équipes. Le problème c'est qu'ils veulent qu'il rédige un essai sur ce qui le motive.

Malcolm : Oui et alors, je...

Coach : Igor est un crétin. Il est bête comme un oie. Et encore là je te parle d'une oie vraiment très bête.

Igor : Ma mère dit que j'ai pleins d'autres qualités.

Coach : Comme c'est toi le plus intelligent du lycée je veux que tu l'aides à faire sa dissertation.

Malcolm : Ce serait pas de refus mais j'ai tout mes examens blanc la semaine prochaine...

Coach : Attends, que les choses soient claires, c'est un grand joueur de football, ce qui veut dire que quand il est dans le besoin, c'est à vous les non-footballeurs de vous défoncer pour lui. Les pom-poms girls l'ont très bien compris. Ecoute, je vais te faire une fleur, je te dispense de gym pendant tout le semestre.

Malcolm : J'aime ça la gym.

Coach : Ouais c'est ça, p'tit génie !

Il s'en va.

 

Le soir, à la maison. Hal rentre chez lui, Lois est à la table de cuisine.

Hal : Bonsoir chérie !

Lois semble étrange.

Lois : J'ai besoin que tu gardes ton calme.

Hal (grimaçant) : Oh non c'est pas vrai... bon qui ça concerne ?

Lois : Je ne peux rien te dire tant que tu n'es pas parfaitement calme.

Hal : C'est Reese... Je vois... je respire... Dis-moi tout.

Lois : Tu as raison. C'est Reese.

Quelques instants plus tard, Lois à parlé et Hal semble sur le point d'exploser, il est tout rouge et bafouille.

Hal (hurlant) : Je vais le... scogneucher... par les amarlafes...

Lois : Chéri... tu veux un peu de thé où un verre d'alcool ?

Malcolm (arrivant) : Qu'est-ce qu'il a papa ?

Lois : Ton père vient d'apprendre ce que Reese à fait.

Malcolm : C'est grave ?

Lois : Tu vas en juger.

Encore quelques minutes après que Lois ai raconté l'histoire, c'est au tour de Malcolm d'être choqué.

Malcolm : Tu parles d'un délire !! Est-ce qu'ils ont dû évacuer ?!

Hal manque de s'étouffer, quand Reese arrive comme une fleur, un tablier plein de sang et un filet sur la tête.

Reese : Oh l'enfer aujourd'hui, Victor en a encore paumé un dans le hachoir, et les services d'hygiène ont encore tout bloqué pendant un quart d'heure ! Et pour rattrapper après bonjour...

Lois (fulminante) : Tu t'assois et tu te tais !!

Reese s'exécute aussitôt. Hal bafouille des mots incompréhensibles.

Lois : Il veut savoir comment tu as pu faire un truc aussi horrible ?!

Bafouillis de Hal.

Lois : Et si tu croyais pouvoir t'en tirer !

Bafouillis de Hal.

Lois : Heu tu as dit épinglé où étranglé ?

Reese : Mais de quoi vous parlez ?!

Lois : Tu sais très bien de quoi on parle alors s'il te plait tu arrêtes ! Y'a une semaine tu...

Plus tard.

Reese (effrayé) : Et j'peux vous citer trois pays en voie de développement où c'est déjà arrivé !!

Lois : Quoi ?!! Mais qu'est-ce qu'on va bien pouvoir faire de toi !!!

Hal semble au bord de la crise cardiaque.

Lois : Je ne dirais pas que tu viens de battre un nouveau record car pour toi à chaque fois on dirait que c'est comme un nouveau défi à relever !

Reese : Attend une minute, j'ai bossé comme une bête pendant 6 heures d'affilée, alors j'apprécierais que tu arrêtes de me crier dessus !!

Lois (manque de choper une attaque) : Tu as le culot de te plaindre en plus ??!!

Hal (hurle) : Aaah... toi pas te plaindre... nous crier !!!

Lois : Détend-toi encore une minute !

Reese : Ouais bonne idée et toi aussi mets là en veilleuse !

Lois et Hal sont encore plus choqué, ont les yeux exhorbités, s'arrêtent de parler.

Malcolm [à la caméra] : Voilà, on y est, dans cette famille c'est le point de non-retour, on sait tous maintenant que Reese va devoir quitter la maison... La seule chose a régler, c'est qui va avoir l'avantage...

Reese, Lois et Hal courent tous les trois vers la porte d'entrée.

Reese : J'vais m'tirer d'ici !

Lois : Non ! Pas si on attrape la poignée avant toi !

Ils ouvrent la porte, et crient en choeur :

Reese : Je fiche le camp !

Lois & Hal : Tu fiches le camp !

Reese : Jeu, set et match.

Il s'en va.

 

Deux jours plus tard, le soir, Dewey est au téléphone avec Francis dans sa chambre.

Francis : Il l'ont encore fichu à la porte ?

Dewey : Oui, et on est sans nouvelles depuis deux jours. Là il m'impressionne, les autres fois le lendemain on le voyait manger de la bouffe de chat des voisins.

Francis (plan sur lui chez lui) : Arrête c'est horrible, comment ils osent faire ça à leur propre fils ?!

Dewey (jetant les affaires de Reese) : C'est sûr je suis complètement traumatisé.

Francis : Et tous les troubles psychologiques dont il va souffrir à cause de ça ! Un foyer ne doit pas être provisoire, ce doit être un havre de paix, un endroit sûr et...

Dewey : Spacieux.

Francis : Quoi ?  Il faut pas oublier que moi ils m'ont virés à 16 ans, et que je ne suis jamais rentré à la maison ! Ils peuvent pas lui faire ça.

Dewey installe ses jouets à la place de ceux de Reese.

Francis : Il faut faire quelque chose pour Reese on peut pas le laisser comme ça. Il faut qu'on dise stop aux parents, je suis pas le seul d'entre nous à trouver ça monstrueux quand même non ?!

Dewey : J'suis pas sûr que pour le reste de la famille ce soit si grave que pour toi.

Il s'allonge sur le lit de Reese et s'étale de tout son long.

Dewey : Tu trouves pas qu't'en fais un peu trop ?

Francis : Un peu trop ??

Plan sur lui dans sa voiture en train de rouler, toujours au téléphone.

Francis : Quand tu seras plus vieux tu comprendras qu'il y a des choses dans la vie qui sont une priorité et je te l'expliquerais tout à l'heure en arrivant ! Bon j'te laisse il faut que j'appelle Otto pour mes congés.

Il raccroche.

Francis : Un peu trop je rêve !

 

Plan sur un immeuble. Reese possède son propre appartement, bien rangé, propre. Il sort des muffins du four, on frappe à la porte, c'est Francis.

Reese : Pile poil, les muffins sortent du four.

Francis : C'est une chance que tu m'ais appelé, quand je pense dans quel enfer ils t'ont balancé... (regarde autour de lui) Chez qui on est ici ?

Reese : Chez moi ! Je loue meublé et y a toutes les chaînes du câble à la télé ! J'ai dit que j'avais 18 ans alors j'ai un bail de 2 ans ! Tu aimes les muffins aux raisins ?

Francis : Mais tu peux pas te payer un truc aussi luxueux !

Reese : Et si ! Il y avait une offre spéciale, le premier mois est gratuit, ensuite c'est 375, charges comprises ! C'est ce que je me fais en une semaine avec un peu d'heures supplémentaires. C'est y a 6 mois que j'aurais dû m'en aller !

On frappe à la porte. 3 hommes entrent.

Homme 1 : Eh Reese tu viens ? On va sur le toit, c'est l'heure de la pause cigarette des élèves infirmières !

Reese : Désolé les gars, j'ai invité mon frère à prendre le thé. Francis, je te présente Teddy, Lou et George. Divorcé, séparé, cocu par son meilleur ami.

George : Ex-meilleur ami. (une pause) Excusez-moi.

Il sort.

Teddy : Bon tu sais où nous trouver. (à Francis) C'est une alliance ça ?

Francis : Oui...?

Teddy (riant) : Commence à économiser mon pote !

Ils sortent.

Reese : Tu vois, c'est vachement bien ici !

Francis : Bon je sais que tu te trouves plutôt bien ici, mais n'importe quel observateur objectif te diras que c'est loin d'être le cas !

Arrivent Malcolm et Dewey.

Malcolm : Oh wow ! Il est vachement bien ton appart !

Dewey : Ce qui est sûr c'est que si j'étais toi j'resterais pour toujours !!

Reese : Ca vous dit un muffin ?

Malcolm & Dewey : Oh ouais !

Francis : Non ! Pas de muffins ! Arrête de jouer les maîtresses de maisons ça craint ! Papa et maman te font subir une chose horrible tout comme moi je l'ai subi ! Tu dois pas les laisser s'en tirer comme ça ! T'es pas à ta place ici, ta place est à la maison !

Reese : Ah ouais c'est ça. Cite moi une seule chose bien précise qui serait mieux si je retournais à la maison ??

Francis reste bouche bée.

Peu après, les trois garçons sont dans le couloir.

Malcolm : J'ai trouvé que ton truc du siège des toilettes toujours chaud c'était bien dit !

Francis s'en va énervé, les deux autres suivent.

 

Plus tard, Malcolm est dans sa chambre avec Igor, le protégé du coach.

Malcolm : Bon, faut pas que t'oublie que cette dissertation est exactement pareille que toutes celles que tu as écrites. (pas de réaction) C'est comme un devoir. (pas de réaction) Une rédaction...?

Igor se contente de le regarder.

Malcolm : S'il te plait Igor je sais que c'est pas évident pour toi, mais faut te lancer. Bon, si tu devais te décrire en un seul mot, lequel tu choisirais ?

Igor : (réfléchis)... Igor.

Malcolm : … Super ! C'est un début. (écris sur une feuille) Igor... Tu vois, c'est partit. Bien, quoi d'autre ?

Igor : J'en sais rien moi, c'est pas mon truc l'écriture, la lecture, j'aime pas les mots c'est trop compliqué, y en a des centaines de mots !

Malcolm : Calme toi, tu vas y arriver. Bon voilà ce qu'on va faire, moi je dis une phrase et tu me dis le premier truc qui te passe par la tête. Mon tout premier souvenir d'enfance c'est... ?

Igor : Bleu. Une sorte de truc bleu.

Malcolm : Un truc bleu... ouais cool, on peut en tirer quelque chose. Du genre hum... attend...

Il commence à écrire.

Malcolm : Il m'arrive de penser à mon enfance comme quelque chose de très lointain, et comme enveloppé dans un brouillard bleuté. Tu vois ?

Igor : Ouais, c'est cool !

Malcolm : Ma plus grande crainte est...?

Igor : J'aime pas les araignées. Non ! J'aime pas les gaufres !

Malcolm (écris) : Lorsque les angoisses envahissent mon esprit, soudain je me retrouve comme strillé de mille carrés obliques, entre optimisme, et désespoir. C'est pas mal...

Prend la feuille et continue d'écrire.

Malcolm : Et j'espère qu'un jour je me libérerais pour enfin trouver la seule chose ….

 

Plan sur Lois, Hal et Francis dans le salon. Hal lit le journal pendant que Francis parle.

Francis : Vous comptez ne pas réagir ? Vous devez aller à cet appartement et le ramener !

Hal : Ce n'est pas comme ça que ça marche !

Francis : Ouais merci je sais comment ça marche, je me suis retrouvé si vite à l'école militaire que j'avais encore du shampoing plein les yeux ! Dès que l'un de vos enfants vous crée des ennuis, vous le flanquez à la porte !

Lois : Cette histoire ne te regarde absolument pas, tu ne vis plus dans cette maison !

Francis : Bien sûr puisque tu m'as fichu dehors ! Et aujourd'hui tu fais la même chose avec Reese, en ce moment il est tout seul chez lui à regarder le câble au milieu de ses jeux vidéos et il est malheureux !

Hal : S'il est malheureux il ne peut s'en prendre qu'à lui même.

Francis : Ah oui, si j'me souviens bien ça fait au moins 10 fois qu'il ne peut s'en prendre qu'à lui, quand à Malcolm ça doit bien faire dans les 6 fois, et moi je bats tous les records avec 28 fois ! Ce qui nous donne plus de 40 exclusions pour 3 fils différents, et la seule constante là dedans, c'est vous deux.

Lois : Francis arrête, là tu es injuste !

Francis : Ah oui, au fond vous préférez peut-être ne pas vivre avec vos enfants ? Et Dewey, quand est-ce qu'il va s'en prendre à lui-même ? Et Jaimie ? Hmm ? Mais où est-ce qu'il est Jaimie ?

Lois : Heu... Chez la baby-sitter.

Hal : Jusqu'à 5 heures.

 

Plan sur Reese, allongé sur son lit en train de regarder la télé.

515 REESE’S APARTMENT
Enfin seul !

 

Hal and Lois go into the boys’ room to find Dewey asleep with a toy catalogue open next to him,
pointing to a trampoline for $250.
Lois: Would you look at that?
Hal: He wants a trampoline for his birthday.
Lois: That’s so cute, but we can’t afford that.
(Dewey moves his finger to a different toy, which costs $79.
Lois: He can have that if he doesn’t’t have a party.
(Dewey moves his finger to a pogo stick which costs $19.99.
Hal: That is perfect. He’ll be so surprised!
Malcolm is walking through the school.
Malcolm (TC) This is the best part of my day. The sixteen minutes between the horrors of
school and the horrors of home.
Teacher: Malcolm! There you are. You know Ira James, right? All-state fallback, state
single season rushing reckie? Who am I kidding. Probably never even talked to
you.
Ira: Hi.
Teacher: Ira’s graduating this year. He’s got entries for six division one eight colleges. All
right. But the problem is, his school wants him to write an essay on his
application.
Malcolm: So-
Teacher: So, Ira’s an idiot. I mean hamster idiot. And that’s only if we’re talking about a
really stupid hamster.
Ira: Mum says I have other nice qualities.
Teacher: Since you’re the smartest kid in the school, I want you to help him write his
essay.
Malcolm: I wish I could, but I’ve got three midterms next week.
Teacher: Look, you don’t understand. Ira is a football player. That means when he needs
something, it’s up to you non-football kids to do it for him. The cheerleaders
understand it. Look, I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll let you out of gym for the
rest of the semester.
Malcolm: I don’t mind gym.
Teacher: Sure you don’t, brainiac.
Cut to home, where Lois is sitting at the table as Hal arrives home from work.
Hal: Hi, honey.
Lois: I’m going to need you to be calm.
Hal: Oh, jeez. Which kid is it?
Lois: I’m not going to tell you, you’re not calm enough yet.
Hal: Reese. Ok, deep breath. What’d he do?
Lois: All right. Reese. (Cut)
Hal mutters angrily about what Reese did.
Lois: Honey, do you want some tea, or a drink?
Malcolm: What’s wrong with Dad?
Lois: Your father just found out what Reese did.
Malcolm: What’d he do?
Lois: Your brother. (Cut)
Malcolm: Oh my god! Did they have to evacuate?
Reese arrives home and Hal mutters angrily at him.
Reese: Oh man. What a day. Big lost his other arm in the meat grinder. And the health
department shut us down for fifteen minutes. We were playing catch-it all
afternoon.
Hal continues muttering and Lois translates it:
Lois: He wants to know you could do something so horrible! And think you could get
away with it? (To Hal) Was that scramble or strangle?
Reese: What are you guys talking about?
Lois: You know very well what we’re talking about. Last week you - (cut)
Reese: I can name third world countries where stuff like that happens all the time!
Lois: What am I going to do with you, Reese? I don’t want to tell you this is a new low,
because EVERY TIME I DO, YOU TAKE IT AS A PERSONAL CHALLENGE!
Reese: You know what? I’ve just worked my butt off for six hours! And I don’t appreciate
being yelled at the second I come through the door!
Lois: OH - OH - YOU’RE COMPLAINING?
Hal: DON’T COMPLAIN YOU ASS!
Lois: Hal, give yourself another minute!
Hal: Well you both can just shut up!
Malcolm (TC): Oh boy. In this family, that’s what we call the closer. We now know that Reese is
definitely not living here for the next few days. The only person left, is who gets
to take the credit.
We see Reese’s, then Lois’s, then Hal’s facial expressions, then Hal and Lois chase Reese to the
door.
Hal: OUTSIDE!
Lois: Not if we get to the doorknob first!
Lois, Hal: YOU’RE OUTTA HERE!
Reese: I’M OUTTA HERE! Tide goes to the runner.
Cut to exterior shot of house, where we hear Francis’s voice on the phone.
Francis They kicked Reese out again?
Dewey: Yeah, we haven’t heard from him in two days. I’m actually impressed. (walks
through bedroom and sits on Reese’s bed) Usually by now he’s eating cat food
off Mr Harvey’s porch.
Francis: This is horrible! How can they do this to their own children?
Dewey: Yeah, it’s really traumatizing (scrapes Reese’s stuff off cabinet into the bin)
Francis: Don’t you care about the psychological damage they’re inflicting? A home isn’t
conditional! A home should be safe, and secure and -
Dewey: Really?
Francis: What? Dewey, the point is, I got kicked out when I was fifteen. And I never got
to come home again. They can’t do this to Reese. (We see Dewey now lining up
his toys on Reese’s cabinet) We’ll have to do something. Someone has to stop
them! Am I the only one who understands what kind of monsters these people
are?
Dewey: (lies down on Reese’s bed) I don’t think this is as bigger a deal to the rest of the
family as it is to you. Maybe you’re overreacting.
Francis (now driving in the car): Overreacting? Dewey, when you’re older, you’ll
understand. There are things in life called priorities. Which I will explain to you in
a few hours when I get there. Right now I have to call Otto and cash in some
personal days. (hangs up) Overreacting.
Cut to apartment building, then to the interior of an apartment where Reese is taking freshly
baked muffins out of the oven. There’s a knock at the door. Reese goes to answer it. It’s Francis.
Reese: Great timing. The muffins just came out.
Francis: Thank god you called me, I can’t believe the hell Mum and Dad put you through.
We are shown the living room of the apartment from different angles.
Francis: Hey, whose place is this?
Reese: It’s mine. It’s completely furnished including Cable TV. I told them I was eighteen
so I got a two year lease.
Francis: Reese, you can’t live in a place like this!
Reese: Yeah I can. They’re having a move in special. First month free, it’s like three
seventy-five a month, utilities included. I can make my rent in a week if I pick up
an extra shift. I should have done this like six months ago.
Teddy: (comes in with 2 other guys) Hey Reese. Come on, we’re going to the roof. The
nursing students across the street are taking their cigarette break.
Reese: I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m having my brothers over for breakfast. Francis, this is
Teddy, Lou, George. Divorced, separated, wife’s doing the best friend.
George: EX-best friend. Excuse me. (leaves)
Teddy: All right, well, you know where we’ll be. (Looks at Francis) Hey, is that a wedding
ring?
Francis: Yeah.
Teddy: Start hiding the money now, friend. (he and Lou leave)
Reese: Oh man. This place is awesome!
Francis: Reese, I know you think this place is great. But any objective will tell you that it is
certainly not.
Malcolm and Dewey enter.
Malcolm: Whoa! This place is awesome!
Dewey: One thing’s for sure, I’d never, ever leave if I were you!
Reese: So, who’s up for some muffins?
Malcolm: I am!
Dewey: Me!
Francis: No! No muffins! Reese, you can’t just keep playing house like this! Mum and
Dad did something really horrible to you, just like they did to me! Only you can’t
let them get away with it! You don’t belong here, you belong at home!
Reese: All right, fine. Tell me one thing about my life that would be better if I was
still at home.
Cut to Malcolm, Reese and Francis leaving the apartment.
Malcolm: I thought the toilet seat never needs warming argument was pretty good.
Cut to an exterior shot of the house then to the boys’ room, where Malcolm and Ira are preparing
to write Ira’s College essay.
Malcolm: Ok. The main thing to remember about a college essay is that it’s just like any
other essay you’ve written. (Ira looks blankly at him) You know, like homework.
For one of your classes. Come on, Ira, I know it seems hard, but you just have to
get started. Like, if you had to describe yourself in one word, what would that
word be?
Ira: (Thinks for a moment) Ira.
Malcolm: Ok. There we go. Ira. See, we’ve started. Now, what else?
Ira: I dunno. I’m not much of a writer. Or a reader. I don’t like words, they confuse
me. There’s like hundreds of ‘em.
Malcolm: Calm down. You can do this. You know what? I’m going to say something, and
you just say the first thing that comes to your head. My earliest memory in life is-
Ira: Blue. Thing.
Malcolm: Blue thing. Good. You can use that. Like um, sometimes my childhood feels
vague and distant. Like something draped in a blue haze. See?
Ira: Yeah. That’s cool.
Malcolm: My biggest fear is –
Ira: Spiders. No, waffles.
Malcolm: (Gives Ira double thumbs up, writes on pad): I let my fears wash over me and I
see that I am imprinted with a repeating pattern of optimism and despair. Yeah,
that’s not bad. I hope someday, to free myself, to find the one thing –
Cut to Francis in the lounge yelling at Hal and Lois.
Francis: You’re not going to do anything? You have to go to that apartment and get him
back!
Hal: Look, that’s not how it works.
Francis: Oh, I know how it works! I was thrown into Military School so fast I still had
shampoo in my hair! The minute a child is inconvenient to you, you kick ‘em out!
Lois: Francis, this is really none of your business, you don’t even live here any more!
Francis: Because you kicked me out! And now you’re doing the same thing to Reese!
Lois: Right now, he’s sitting in that apartment with his Cable TV and his huge stack
of video games, miserable!
Hal: If Reese is unhappy, he brought it on himself!
Francis: Really, so what’s this, like the tenth time he’s brought it on himself? And let’s see,
Malcolm’s brought it on himself six times, so with my twenty-eight times, that
makes forty kick outs, three different kids, and the only constant drawl of this is
you two!
Lois: Francis, that is not fair!
Francis: Maybe you just don’t like sharing your house with your children! So when’s
Dewey going to bring it on himself? When’s Jamie? Where is Jamie?
Lois: He’s at the babysitter’s.
Hal: Just till five.
Cut to Reese lying on his bed watching TV, and we hear what the neighbor on his left side is
watching. He shifts to the other side and we then hear what the neighbor on that side is watching.
Reese: Hey Dave, is that you?
Dave: Yeah.
Reese: What channel do you have on in there? Sounds better than what I’m watching.
Cut to the door of a psychiatrist’s office, where the plaque reads “DR LUCILLE ARMSTRONG.
M.D – PHD. Cut to the office where Hal and Lois are sitting with Dr Armstrong.
Lois: This is all new to us.
Hal: We’ve never examined our parenting before, it always seemed to us like
something that should just come naturally.
Lois: Yeah, everyone on the planet’s been having kids for billions of years. I mean,
look at snakes, they never take parenting classes, the world’s crawling with ‘em.
Dr Armstrong: How exactly did you want me to help you?
Lois: Well, we have fallen into a bad pattern, our boys misbehave, and they are
punished, and then they severely misbehave, and they are severely punished,
and then, they misbehave in some outlandish jaw-dropping way, where if we
responded in kind, we’d end up in jail!
Hal: We’re at the end of our rope here.
Dr Armstrong: Well, of course you are.
Hal: So we were hoping that with all your training, you could teach us some kind of
subtle trick that would stop them in their tracks.
Dr Armstrong: Trick?
Hal: Yeah. You know, some kind of secret psychological thing that would get them to
shut up and listen to us for a change.
Lois: Yeah, my husband’s getting older but he can still take them individually, but if
they ever team up on him –
Dr Armstrong: Look, I don’t think it’s a good idea to treat kids like criminals or animals that need
to be broken.
Lois: You’ve never met our boys.
Hal: Yeah, you can’t begin to imagine the things they do.
Dr Armstrong: I’ve been practicing psychiatry for forty years. There’s nothing you could say that
would shock me.
Lois: All right. Last week, Reese (cut)
Dr Armstrong: Oh my god, what were the cats for?
Hal: We don’t know.
Dr Armstrong: Now, even in the most extreme, breath-taking, horrifying cases, there are some
techniques that can be useful.
Hal (to Lois): See, I told you this wasn’t a waste of ninety bucks.
Dr Armstrong: Have you ever heard of active listening?
Lois: No.
Dr Armstrong: Most teenagers act out because they feel no-one cares. With active listening, you
mirror back everything your child says, which shows you’re hearing them, and by
extension, understanding. I know, it sounds simple, but believe me, I’ve seen it
work miracles.
Lois: I don’t think Reese would respond to that.
Dr Armstrong: You’re worried it won’t help him.
Lois: Yes, what if it actually makes it worse? I don’t think I could stand any more
trouble with him. (covers her face with her hands) Oh, this is so confusing.
Dr Armstrong: You’re feeling mixed up right now.
Lois: God, Yes I am. You know, I’m usually so sure of myself, but this whole
thing has made me question every aspect of my- (pauses), oh that’s
good. Oh, that’s really good.
Cut to the house where Malcolm is helping Ira with his essay.
Malcolm (writing): I now realize that blue is not the colour of confusion, but rather, it is the
colour of hope. Yeah. That’s it.
Ira: Dude, the parts I understood, they were awesome.
Malcolm: Great, well, now that we have the ideas all down, all we have to do is put
them into the words that you would actually –
Ira: (rips page off pad) Thanks Malcolm. You’re awesome! (stands up)
People are going to think I’m so smart –
Malcolm: Wait, we’re not done yet. Hold on a second –
Ira: Blue is definitely my favorite colour now.
Cut to Reese sitting at the bar in his apartment, doing his homework.
Teddy: Hey, let’s get going, Reese! This lady’s getting free shrimp night at the
Red Lobster.
Reese: Maybe I’ll meet you down there. I gotta catch up on my homework.
Teddy: Hey, you already blew off Air Hockey Night, and Pot Luck Wednesday,
but I was counting on you for tonight. I need someone to turn the
conversation to my tongue trick.
Reese: I guess now that I’m on my own, I just feel like being more responsible.
Teddy: Hey, I got three kids, you don’t see me talking about responsibility. Come
on, I’m not taking no for an answer.
Reese: Ok, ok. (Follows Teddy to the door then closes and locks it after he
leaves, and returns to his homework).
Cut to Malcolm and Lois in the kitchen.
Malcolm: Mum, I have a problem, I need to talk.
Lois: Good, you can talk, and I will listen.
Malcolm: This football player wants to use an essay I wrote for his college
application and pretend its his own. I know it’s dishonest, but I might be
making too much of it. I wanted to get your advice.
Lois: You’re hoping I can help you.
Malcolm: Yeah, I just said that. So, I don’t think he should get into college under
false pretenses. But are they really false pretenses if nobody thinks he’s
smart anyway? I don’t want to be a part of his cheating, but also don’t
want to take away his shot at going to college. I just don’t know what to
do.
Lois: You’re uncertain what action to take.
Malcolm: Yes. Why are you talking like a robot?
Lois: You want to know why I’m talking like a robot.
Malcolm: I have a problem and I need your help! All you’re doing is mindlessly
parroting back what I say.
Lois: You say one thing, and I restate it.
Malcolm: Forget it, if you’re not going to help me, you don’t have to mock me! (gets
up and leaves the room)
Lois: (calling) We did not come from a family of criminals, you do not let him
turn in that essay! Oh god, I knew listening to our kids would be a
mistake.
Phone rings, Hal answers it.
Hal: Hello?
Francis: Hello, is this the residence of the most un-nurturing, callous parents in
the universe?
Hal: It’s for you.
Lois: Hello?
Francis: Hi, I just got off the phone with your son Reese, it’s been over a week
and you haven’t even talked to him. Congratulations, the fracturing of
this family is not two fits complete.
Lois: Francis, this is a very hard and complicated situation, and I don’t need
you to yell at me right now!
Francis: There’s nothing complicated about it, just go to his apartment, tell him
you love him, and ask him to come home.
Lois: Are you nuts? This is Reese we’re talking about!
Francis: So what?
Lois: Come on, you know exactly how he thinks. If we show that kind of
weakness, it’s like showing a hyena the belly of an antelope! Reese will
come home with no limits and no boundaries, and in five years we will be
saying our last words to him over a Police bullhorn!
Francis: All I know is that you have a child that needs you!
Dewey: No he doesn’t, he’s happy where he is, and so are we!
Lois: Dewey, get off the phone!
Francis: Mum, I understand what you’re worried about, but there is more to
Reese than you give him credit for!
Lois: I wish I could believe that (beep sound) Honey, I have to go, there’s
another call. (presses button) Hello? Yes, this is she.
Teacher: This is Peter Noyes, Reese’s Chemistry teacher. I’m sure you remember
me from last year’s hearing. There’s something new I have to discuss
with you.
Lois: Oh my god, what did he do now?
Teacher: Your son – (cut)
Hal: He got an A on his midterm?
Lois: They matched the handwriting, they had him reenact the experiment, he
did it himself! Mr Noyes said it is the most remarkable turnaround he’s
ever seen!
Hal: Wow!
Lois: (close to tears) He also said that we should be really proud of ourselves!
Cut to a table at school, where Ira is eating his lunch. Malcolm comes to talk to him.
Malcolm: Hey Ira, listen, do you have that essay I wrote? I just want to make one
quick change.
Ira: (gets essay from his bag and gives it to Malcolm): Yeah, sure.
Malcolm: The change I want to make is this. (rips it in half)
Ira: Was it too long?
Malcolm: No. Listen Ira, everyone gives you breaks, everyone does everything for
you. You might think it’s good, but it’s not. They’re telling you you’re an
idiot, and you’re not an idiot. You can write this essay. You can write this
essay on your own! Remember that story you told me about the two
pound steak you once ate? You thought it would be impossible, but you
took it one bite at a time, and you did it. You just need to do the same
thing with your essay.
Ira: Ok, I’ll try.
(Cut to Malcolm and Ira at school on another day. Ira is reading his own written essay to Malcolm.
Ira: And then I pretended I was Rocky, and I told Mr T, go for it. I really
wished his Mohawk fell off when he got hit. The end. Thanks, Malcolm.
This is the most work I ever put together in my life!
Malcolm: Yeah, it shows.
Cut to Reese eating dinner in his apartment.
Reese: Mmmm, this is amazing. I think the lemon zest really brings it to life.
(turns to wall) how’s your dinner?
Neighbor: I’m having a half frozen Lean Cuisine! Not much of a last meal if you ask
me!
There’s a knock at the door and Reese goes to answer it. It’s Hal and Lois.
Reese: What are you doing here?
Hal: Can we come in?
Reese: Sure. You want some dinner?
Lois: No, but thank you, Reese.
Reese: Seriously, I just got a Convection oven, I can whip you up a frittata in
ten minutes.
Hal (looks around): It’s spotless.’
Lois: Reese, we came here to do something. It goes against all of our
instincts, and even as I’m about to do it, it doesn’t feel right, but, seems
our instincts aren’t very good lately, so, here goes.
Reese: What is it?
Lois: Reese, we love you, and we think you might be better off staying here.
Reese: Really?
Hal: Honest to God, you seem to be doing much better without us. Let’s face
it, in seventeen years with us, you have spent more days in juvenile court
than you have in school. But now, after ten days on your own, you’re –
you’re a functioning member of society.
Reese: Wow. I must have really changed. I don’t even want to rub it in. (Door
opens)
Teddy: Mail call. I confiscated your Victoria’s Secret catalogue, I kept your – oh,
you’re entertaining.
Reese: Teddy, these are my parents, Mum, Dad, this is my neighbor, Teddy.
Hal: (shakes hands with Teddy): Hello. (Teddy says something to Hal then leaves)
Lois (looking around): You know, this place isn’t so bad. Next time we come, we can bring
some plants.
Reese (looking at his mail): Sweet. Hold on a second. (Picks up phone and
dials) Hi, I just got your Deluxe Platinum card, and I want to activate it.
2471. Now listen, I already transferred a three thousand dollar balance
from the Federal card over to my Spring Mills Mutual card (Hal and Lois
look horrified) because I have an eight thousand dollar limit, but since I’m
already bumping against that, I may as well transfer to yours because it
has a twenty thousand dollar limit. Sure, I’d love to talk to your
supervisor.
Lois grabs the phone and cuts the caller off.
Reese: Hey, I was on the phone!
Lois: You’ve been using credit cards? How much have you spent?
Reese: Ten, eleven grand. But I’m still way under the twenty thousand dollar
limit.
Hal: How can you spend that much in ten days?
Reese: Well, you know, I got that new Convection oven, and then that made the
refrigerator look kind of shabby, plus I had to buy new clothes every time
mine got dirty. And that giant gong in the bathroom. I mean, how do you
guys do it?
Lois grabs Reese by the ear and he drops to his knees, yelping in pain.
Lois: Reese, I really owe you some thanks for giving me some faith in myself.
The next few days, I will be saying very little, I will be deciding on a
punishment, ideas are already popping in my mind, it’s very exciting. But
I don’t want to get hastie and leave either of us feeling dissatisfied.
(drags Reese out of the apartment by his ear and Hal follows)
Reese: Are you going to drag me all the way home?
Hal: Well we are taking your ear there. If the rest of you wants to come, that’s
fine too.
Cut to Malcolm walking through the school.
Malcolm (TC): It’s been almost a month, and Mum’s still coming up with fresh
punishments for Reese. She says she’s never felt more creative. She
must be doing something right. He has a white streak in his hair.
Ira: Hey Malcolm, guess what! I got accepted, I’m going to college!
Malcolm: Really, which school?
Ira: All of them. A & M, Georgia, Stamford, full scholarships and everything!
Malcolm: Stanford liked your essay?
Ira: No, I forgot to put it in the envelope. I got in anyway. Don’t worry, that
essay didn’t go to waste. I handed it in as my Math midterm and got an
A. Thanks for making me believe in myself, Malcolm. You’ve proved that
I don’t need all these people helping me. Seeya.
Malcolm (TC): Stanford, poor guy. I bet he doesn’t know it only has the THIRD best
Astro-Physics department in the country.