Private Practice

Previously on "Private Practice"...

I have it all. I have a beautiful baby.

His name is Henry.

And a handsome, brilliant, perfect boyfriend.

Will you marry me?

I want to donate my baby's organs

so he can save other babies.

What do you think about starting a family?

I'm shocked by how much I love him.

How about I call you mama?

My husband is now in jail.

Yeah, well, he did kill someone.

I am not sorry.

Hey, Pete, I'm freaking out here.

I cooperated.

What if I have to go back to prison?

It's gonna be a great day.

Where's daddy?

He went for a run.

Then he's gonna see his lawyer and meet mommy at the court.

And the judge is gonna show mercy. Yes, she is.

'Cause daddy's a good man who did what he did out of empathy

and compassion.

Someday we'll explain it all to you.

It's okay. It's okay, baby.

Just a little earthquake. No big deal. It's already gone.

It's all right.

See? We're doing just fine, right?

I won't tell anyone else.

Keep your mouth shut.

You're here.

It would seem so.

Today's Pete's preliminary hearing.

Violet, what are you doing here?

Look, Pete's case could-- could last for-- for weeks or months.

I can't just sit around and obsess

over every potential outcome.

It's not healthy. It's not productive.

Neither is denial.

Pete and I agreed that the best way

to get through this was try to live a normal life,

for our sanity and for Lucas.

What does the lawyer say?

Roberta is optimistic.

Troy's father's had a few months

to grieve the loss of his son.

She thinks when he takes the stand,

maybe he won't blame Pete anymore for pulling the plug.

What do you think?

I think I have a patient to focus on.

Hey. Good luck today.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. What?

What? Come on, Sam. Everyone knows. Please just admit it.

Admit what?

She's not coming.

The appointment was for 10:00.

It's 10:01.

My daughter hates me.

You don't know that. You haven't seen Debra in 23 years.

So what, she got over it? Trust me.

- She's not coming. - I wouldn't have said I was coming if I wasn't.

I actually keep my word.

I-I didn't know you were married.

I'm not.

Debra, thank you for coming. Uh, would you like to sit down?

Ed, you ready?

Yeah. Uh...

Deb, I know you think, uh...

There's lots to say.

But I'm sober now six months,

so please try to understand

that this is not easy, okay?

But I need for us-- I need--

You need?

I needed to go to my third grade dance recital

instead of sitting in a bar, eating pretzels.

I needed to not walk around on eggshells all the time

because mom and I never knew

which version of you we were gonna get.

- That must have been very hard for you. - Yeah, you know, that wasn't the hard part.

Getting a job at 17 to support us because he just left--

that was hard.

You told me to go.

I was a 17-year-old kid.

Your kid. You're the father.

Ed, do you have any regrets about those days?

Oh, of course.

- But I thought it would be better for her-- - To have no parents?

Your mother was there.

No. After you left, she just sat there

and stared out a window, broken.

And I never, never stopped loving her or you.

You destroyed our lives.

You ruined my childhood, and that is not love.

And now suddenly because you want to change,

because you're sorry, which by the way, you haven't even said,

two words you've never said-- "I'm sorry"--

does not mean I'm gonna forgive you.

I don't forgive you

and I will never-- oh.

- What is it? What's wrong? - Oh, my-- I think my water broke.

Well, c-can I help?

No, you can just get the hell out of my life.

Get out. Just go.

It's okay. It's okay.

Everything looks good,

but you're only 5 centimeters dilated.

So what happens now?

Well, Jim, our EMT,

is going to transport you to the hospital in style.

And I paged your regular OB. They'll meet you over there.

Ready?

Yeah. Okay, Jim, it's just you and me.

Though you'll probably leave me, too,

just like all the other men in my life.

Debra, I really think

your father wants to be there for you.

I'm in enough pain already.

I don't need him bringing me more, but thanks.

You okay?

I just want to stay here.

It's safe in here.

If I go back to my office, I will spend hours learning

about the rules of conjugal visits in prison.

Prison.

My husband could go to prison.

How crazy is that?

You want me to take the afternoon off? We could--

We could what?

I don't know. Get drunk.

It's not a terrible idea, except I have to go to court later.

Distract me with something else.

I could tap-dance for you.

Say the word. I will slap two tacks

on the bottom of these shoes right now.

Three years. Mrs. Sobel's dance academy.

Yeah, I do a mean shuffle.

No? Oh. Oh. I know.

Medical instruments. Puppet show.

I'm hungry.

Hey. How is your love life? Distract me with that.

My husband might go to prison.

Okay.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm just-- he's...

- I don't know. - What-- what don't you know?

I don't know.

Hey, Ed.

What are you still doing here?

Um, I don't know where to go.

What about the hospital?

She doesn't want me around.

Your biggest regret is that

the last time she told you to leave, you listened.

No matter how old she gets or even when Debra's a mother,

you will still be her father.

I don't know. You know, I mean, what's the point?

How many times did you try to get sober?

Really try?

Uh, just now.

Eh, one foot in the grave. It's crazy.

It's inspiring.

I think most people your age would just drink till the end.

I don't want to meet my maker with booze on my breath

and destroyed lives on my resume.

It sounds like you know what you have to do then.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Oh. No, it's okay.

I have to go.

Thank you.

I mean,

seriously, I'm like Michael Phelps.

Roberta?

Where is your husband, Violet?

Pete's not here? He-- he was gonna meet you at your office.

He never showed.

I called the house. I've been calling his cell repeatedly.

Please rise.

The Honorable Judge Hansen presiding.

Are we missing someone?

Your Honor, I'd like to request a short recess. My client--

Is absent. Why?

We don't know yet,

but I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation.

Your Honor, I-I know he's coming.

I'm sorry, but the defendant failed to appear,

so bail is forfeited.

I'm ordering a warrant for the arrest of Pete Wilder.

Well, something must've happened. Maybe he got a flat.

- Well, he could've called. - There's no reception in the canyon.

How do-- how do you not show up for court?

You don't go missing on the first day of your trial.

- He's-- he's-- he's missing. - Well, should you call the police?

You think I should call the police?

Is it police-calling time?

She cannot call the police.

I just mean that in their eyes,

he's just some fugitive who jumped bail.

- Oh, my God. - Violet.

- Oh, my God. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. - Violet.