All language subtitles for growing_pains_s01e01_pilot

Hi, I'm Jason Seaver.

I'm a psychiatrist. I've spent the last
15 years helping people with their

problems. And I'm Maggie Seaver. I've
spent the last 15 years helping our kids

with problems even Jason wouldn't
believe.

Now Maggie has gone back to work as a
reporter for the local newspaper.

And Jason has moved his packages into
the house so he can be there for the

They're great kids.

Most of the time. And the rest of the
time?

We love them anyway.

Yeah.

Unbelievable.

Show me that smile again.

Don't waste another minute on your
crying.

We're nowhere near the end.

The best is ready to begin.

As long as we got each other, we got the
world feeling right

in our hands. Baby, rain or shine, all
the time, we got each

other.

All right, lady, drop that spatula or
you're scrimped.

Go ahead.

Make my day.

I guess I showed you.

Show me more. Oh, Jason, the kids.

I can kiss the kids later.

You know, I read an article that said
that two career couples should really

special effort to always remain frisky.

At breakfast?

At all meals.

What's the matter? You guys aren't
getting enough?

Mike, a lot of kids would get smacked
for a remark like that. Come on, Dad.

can't hit me. You're a liberal humanist.

Could be an accident.

Could be a dream come true.

Mom, can't we sell Carol and get a tape
deck for the Volvo?

Mike, you give new meaning to the word
vacuous.

Oh, yeah?

What was the old meaning?

An arrest?

My case.

Ben!

Ben!

What's so funny, Ben?

That Phyllis George, she screwed up
again.

What's that you're reading about?

Well, it says here that as the universe
expands, all matter is slowly

degenerating into a state of total
disorganization.

Thank God, I thought it was just me.

Yes, what are you guys doing tonight?

The House of Sweat?

Yeah, great.

Hey, look, can I talk to you guys later?

Yeah, bye.

Mike, what is the House of Sweat?

Well, you know... It's that new under
-20 dance club on Jericho Turnpike.

Yeah, and it sounds like a great idea,
Mom.

Ah, it's a safe, wholesome place for
teens to congregate.

And the larger the group, the smaller
their brains get.

Oh, come on, Maggie.

Yeah, come on, Maggie.

Ah, yes, well, time to go wait for that
school bus. You know, if I hurry, I can

still get a seat in the non -smoking
section.

Have a good day.

Bye, Ben.

I love you.

Later,

Ben.

I still have some paperwork to do before
my 9 o 'clock gets here.

And if you start feeling frisky and you
have 8 or 10 seconds before work,

you know where to find me.

Ben, what are you doing here? You'll
miss the bus.

Dad didn't know how to do my elbow.

Oh?

Let me see.

Oh, Dad did a great job on this cut.
Superman Band -Aids, the works.

Oh, I get it.

He didn't kiss it.

And say, I love you, little pumpkin
head.

It was all so clinical.

Mom, how come you had to go back to
work?

I didn't have to, Ben.

I wanted to.

Come here.

Ben, imagine you had to spend 15 years
in this house without ever going out to

play. You'd go crazy, wouldn't you?

Well, believe it or not, a lot of grown
-ups feel the same way about work.

That's it, Mom.

Yeah, and I know this has been a big
change for all of us.

And I worry about not being here for you
because, well, you're the youngest.

And I worry about not being here for
Carol because she's a girl and she needs

her mother.

And I worry about not being here for
Mike to keep him from accidentally

something up.

And believe me, I worry about leaving
your father here to cope with all you

monsters.

You shouldn't worry so much, Mom.

You'll make yourself crazy.

And

it's

always the same dream, Doc.

I'm on a subway.

And this woman sits across from me. This
beautiful woman.

And I look at her.

She looks at me.

I licked my lips.

She licked her lips.

It goes on.

And then finally she leans across and
she whispers to me, you have huge

knees.

Does that mean anything, Doc?

It should be good for about five bucks a
piece.

Good visit, Walter.

And don't worry too much about this
thing, okay?

See you next week.

Bye -bye.

Can I talk to you for a second, Dad?

Sure.

And your author?

Kids.

Me? Yeah.

So, you wanted to talk about something?

Yeah, um, mostly I just wanted to
mention how smoothly things have been

since the wife went back to work and you
moved your practice into the house.

Well, thank you.

Dad, we've been friends now for a long
time, right?

Off and on, yeah.

Off and on, I love that.

See, Dad, you know that dance hall place
that I mentioned this morning?

The House of Sweat? Yeah.

Jerry and I were talking, and we decided
to... Jerry?

Yeah, Jerry Delish.

He's an older friend of mine. Excellent
driver with two years of driver's ed.

Two years of driver's ed?

Yeah, see, in his first class, he ran
over a dog.

But he drove beautifully after that.

We're talking one tiny, reckless little
dog here, Dad.

Tough break.

Yeah. So anyway, I was thinking that
maybe we could go down there tonight and

Jerry would drive so you wouldn't have
to do it. What would your mother say?

Mom?

I guess she would say... What's the
phrase I'm looking for here, Dad? No.

Yeah.

I guess it means I can't go, right?

Well, it just means I don't like you
coming in here and trying to get away

something.

That's not the relationship I want to
have with you.

I'm sorry, Dad.

All right, now look.

Now that I'm in charge at home, we can
try things my way.

All right.

You don't even know what my way is.

Sure I do, Dad. It's a Sinatra song.

You're walking a fine line here, Mike.

Okay, look, here's the deal.

I'll give you a little more freedom.

You've got to promise me a lot more
responsibility.

Hey, no problem, Dad. I swear, I am
ready for total responsibility.

Mike, I'm not ready for total
responsibility.

You're right. Sorry.

Okay. You go out and have a good time.

Just remember what we talked about.

Absolutely, Dad. Thanks. I promise.

Wait, what about Mom? What if she's mad?

Mike, your mom's not an ogre.

I'll talk to her. She'll understand.

You let him do what?

Maggie, he's 15 years old now.

So he's 15.

It's completely arbitrary to just pick
an age like that and say that is when a

kid is mature.

You know, by the time Mozart was 15,
he'd written seven symphonies. That's

because Mozart's father didn't let him
go to the house of sweat.

Who did he go with?

I don't know. Some kid. Jerry Billish
Delish. Jerry Dog Killer Delish.

Maggie, he hit one dog.

Yeah, but he hit it four times.

Okay, well, uh... Mike isn't Jerry, and
a kid needs some freedom in order to

learn responsibility.

Ah, Jason, I know you believe in this
unlimited human potential stuff.

And that's great for your patients, but
when it comes to our own children... I

believe in original sin.

Sin.

I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have
gone back to work.

No, come on, Maggie. Don't say that.

No, you took 15 years off to raise a
family, and you deserve to go back to

now. You just have to have a little more
faith in me and the kids.

Oh, maybe you're right.

Of course I'm right.

We shouldn't be worrying. We should be
celebrating.

Which is why I've taken the liberty of
placing some chilled champagne in a

little bucket beside the bed.

Slipped some satin sheets on the old
bouncy.

Satin sheets.

You?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, the guy in the store showed
me some before and after pictures of a

couple who tried them, and they looked
very satisfied.

What about Ben and Carol?

Well, I slipped some sleeping pills into
their Gatorade.

They'll be asleep for about three weeks.

Jason. Well, I didn't really, but they
are.

And we can... Hello.

Yeah, this is Jason Seaver.

No, you must be looking for someone
else. Take your clothes off.

No, no, our Mike is only 15, so he
wouldn't be driving a car.

I see.

What did he say?

He said that's why your Mike is in our
jail.

What are you in for, kid?

I, um... I killed a man just to watch
him die.

You?

Unpaid parking tickets.

No, it's my mom.

Come on, Maggie. We don't even know the
facts yet.

I mean, it's not so unusual for a
teenage boy to have a minor run -in with

police.

Some of these guys can be real macho
headbangers.

Hi -ya!

You folks came for some hot cocoa? I
just made a fresh pot.

Look, we're the Sievers. You've locked
up our son.

An officer claimed he was driving a car.

Yes, sir.

We picked him up in the House of Sweat
parking lot.

He's been driving in circles for
approximately 12 minutes.

Okay, so a 15 -year -old boy drives his
friend's car around the lot a few times.

Oh, did I mention he sideswiped a police
car on the way out?

He what?

He tore that bumper off like he was
peeling an orange.

A $350 orange.

Hiya, Dad, Mom.

You look good tonight.

You look young.

Come on, son.

Mom, Dad, this is Jerry.

I guess it's kind of hard to see the
basis of our friendship, huh?

I don't know. He has a certain carefree
charm.

You should see him when he's sober.

Mike, you will be grounded for two
months.

Two months?

Dad, can't you talk to her?

Oh, I did, Mike.

Originally, it was one month.

That means you added a month.

Nothing gets by you, does it?

Dad, you said you'd talk to me. Damn it,
Mike, you said you could act

responsibly. Now, I don't want to hear
another word out of you. Is that clear?

Whoa. Oh, yeah.

Our romantic evening.

Anyone who's not used to satin sheets
could easily have an accident. Maggie,

don't patronize me, okay?

And where the hell are my pajamas?

Uh, gee, I'm sorry. I'm really not...
Not sure.

Well, you wouldn't think it to be so
damn tough to keep tabs on a pair of

pajamas around here. Jason, I don't
understand why you're so upset. I mean,

not like this is the first time he's
screwed up. Who screwed up?

Mike. Who said anything about Mike?

I'm upset because I can't find my
pajamas.

I mean, if you just left a pair of
pajamas around, and these are big

talking about. They just vanished in the
thin air.

Absolutely. In fact, I'm amazed at the
way you're holding together.

What?

I've never seen Dad actually too mad to
talk.

Well, thanks for your support.

You know, I feel like a new man now.

Bet in a year he'll look back at this
whole thing and laugh.

Okay, maybe chuckle.

Okay, I admit it.

I'm upset with Mike.

Oh?

Aren't you?

Absolutely. I'm furious.

But no more... more furious than I've
been at him a dozen other times before.

I mean, he's a kid, Jason.

What did you expect?

Yeah, but he sat not three feet away
from me, and he said, Dad, I swear it,

ready for total responsibility.

Jason, you are not ready for total
responsibility.

I mean, face it, the boy's 15.

He's a hormone with feet.

Someday that hormone will be a man.

And I want that man to have extensive
responsibility.

Go talk to him.

He won't sleep if you don't.

Don't worry.

I'll continue the search for the
pajamas.

What?

You were asleep.

I was?

I was.

And it was a dream.

Oh.

You're still angry?

Hey, Dad, I know this is no excuse, but
Jerry's car handled really badly.

And I was the one who decided Jerry was
too drunk to drive.

Mike, he was unconscious.

I know.

What are you doing with a kid who drinks
like that?

I should have called you.

Why didn't you?

Well, Dad, there was this girl there.

Ah, of course.

Wouldn't want them to think you had
parents.

Mike, what kind of a relationship are we
going to have if I can't trust you?

I don't know.

I guess I'm just a jerk. Maybe you
shouldn't trust me.

Well, that's certainly one way to go.

That's the way my father went with me.

I guess I hoped that when I had a son,
it would be different.

I know, Dad.

Mike, you probably don't remember this,
but when you were three weeks old...

I took you to the Mets' home opener.

Cradled you in my arms.

Up comes Don Clendenin.

Hit the shot off the left field
scoreboard to win it in the 12th.

I hugged you real tight.

Jumping up and down.

And you... You threw up in your
complimentary Mets batting company.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It was my fault.

I never should have let you suck that
beer off my finger.

No, Dad.

I meant about tonight.

I'm sorry.

Well, thank you.

You know, Dad, I try. I really try.

But sometimes, almost without warning, I
just find myself doing something really

stupid.

Sort of an uncontrollable impulse, huh?

Yeah.

Or is it more like you think you're
doing something really stupid, and then

weigh your chances of getting away with
it, and if they're better than 10%, you

go for it. Yeah.

That's why you're grounded for too much.

Yeah.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I
did some pretty lame -o things in my

day.

You? Yeah.

Like what?

Well, like I remember when I was 16, me
and some buddies, we drove around town

one night mooning everybody.

We even mooned the mayor's wife.

You, Dad?

Uh -huh.

Yeah, we got arrested for indecent
exposure.

Had to let us off, though.

Mayor's wife refused to make an
identification.

You, Dad? Will you stop saying that?

Does Mom know about this?

You're kidding?

How do you think we met?

All right, Dad.

Hey, Dad, do you ever get the urge to do
dumb stuff now?

No.

No, I don't, Mike.

I think that's what being an adult is
all about.

back in here for a second.

I feel the earth move under my feet. I
feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling

down. I feel my heart start to trembling
whenever...