Switched at Birth

From the color of our eyes, to the color of our hair,

how your pinky bends or

whether we can roll our tongues,

who we are is determined by genes passed down from our mothers and fathers.

Excellent tongue control, Liam.

It's good to know for our future.

- Watch it, Bay. - Yeah, Bay, watch it.

Okay, let's begin our blood type test.

Use the needle to prick a drop of blood

onto the four fields on your test cards.

Aah!

Apparently it's extremely rare.

Only 1% of the population is a-b.

I have lacrosse practice tomorrow, so I can't drive Bay.

Honey, you can't be a-b because your mother and I are both a,

which means you have to be either a or o.

Well, it said a-b, and blood don't lie.

I'm taking the Mercedes tomorrow, okay?

I'm telling you it's genetically impossible.

Well, maybe I'm some super-human mutant freak from another planet.

- Or a vampire. - Oh, how awesome would that be?

Toby, you may have a point there.

Your mother once had a deep fascination

with a mail carrier with snaggly teeth.

I do not have snaggly teeth.

- You do have that one. - Ha.

Toby was barely two when I got pregnant with Bay.

I was far too exhausted to have an affair.

And besides, my grandmother was Italian.

- That's where Bay gets her beautiful coloring from. - Beautiful.

It has to be a mistake, sweetie.

I wish I knew who was doing it.

- I know you think that's art. - It is art.

It's graffiti.

What if we all ran around with spray cans?

- But obviously that doesn't happen. - Good thing.

Why do you think we see things differently all the time?

Well, you're a teenager.

It's your job to disagree with me.

But we've always been different, really different.

I don't think that's true, baby.

Mom, we look nothing alike. Look at our hair.

Look at our hands. Look at our bodies.

- Was I adopted or something? - You were not adopted.

People ask me that— a lot of people.

Who? I'll show them my stretch marks.

If I wanted you to do something,

even if you thought it was crazy...

Would you?

We've done extensive

12-marker testing on all three of you.

It is 99.9% certain

that Bay is not related to you.

- I knew it. - The hospital believes there was a mix-up.

Did they actually use that word— mix-up?

Someone wasn't careful matching the I.D. Anklets.

It's extremely rare, but it happens.

You took home someone else's baby

and another family took home yours.

- It's a lot to take in, I know. - Yes, it is a lot to take in.

Would you just tell us what the procedure is going forward?

You find your real daughter, I find my real parents.

We say "biological," not "real."

Who could these people be?

- And what would they expect from us? - Yeah, who are they?

- Where do I come from? - Just hold on one second.

Does anybody know where this other child might be?

Hello?

John and Kathryn Kennish, Regina Vasquez.

- Hello. - John Kennish. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

Daphne, this is Bay.

Bay, Daphne.

It's nice to meet you.

What was he again? A pitcher? First baseman?

Third base for the royals.

Now he owns like seven car washes.

Rough life.

Put your name on a sign

and sit around and collect dough.

I'm so glad you found it.

Daphne, this is Toby.

- Hey. - Nice to meet you.

You two sure look alike.

Now matter how loud you yell, she still can't hear you.

Right, of course.

Just face her and talk normally—

Not too fast, not too slow.

It's okay. Everyone does it.

I gotta go. Hey, sorry. Hi.

We're opening up two new car washes and it's just been crazy.

I can't believe you own Kennish car wash.

- We used to go there. - Oh.

- I can't understand her. - My friend Emmett is dying to meet you.

- He's a huge royals fan. - Well, let's go to a game.

- So, shall we go have lunch? - Yes, let's— let's go in.

Be nice.

I made chicken enchiladas, so save room, okay?

Oh, actually I'm a vegetarian.

But it's okay. I always find something.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

When Daphne was 11, I dated a guy

who managed a chicken plant

and the stories we heard were...

Well, I think eating vegetarian is great.

You hunt.

Well, there was that one time with the guys from the team.

Right, that one time.

So, Daphne, are you allergic to anything?

- Toby and I both break out into hives whenever we eat— - Kiwi.

Yes! Isn't that amazing?

Bay isn't allergic to anything, but picky.

As a baby she went nothing but carrots—

- Orange poo. - Thanks, mom.

That's classy.

She was such a cute baby.

I bet you were a cute baby too.

So, um, you all live in east riverside?

Yes. It's near a lake and a park

and it's very diverse, which I think is important.

- Definitely definitely. - Yes, of course.

Are you Mexican?

Puerto Rican... On my mother's side.

She named her, actually.

Daphne Paloma, after my father Daniel.

Daphne Paloma Vasquez— Yeah, that definitely fits

better than Bay Madeleine Kennish.

I think Bay is a beautiful name.

- Of course you do. - We thought so too.

Can I use the restroom? Make yourself at home.

If you need anything, pretend it's your house.

Because technically it is.

- Sweetie, what are you doing? - Taking the chicken out.

You can't take chicken out of chicken enchiladas.

That's our daughter out there.

- I know. - That girl.

I know. It's crazy.

Some nurse spaces out and suddenly our lives

are just tossed up in the air.

They shuffled them. Who could make that kind of mistake?

- We're gonna fix that. - Yeah? Well, how?

You think that woman's just gonna hand her over?

And what about our Bay?

What if she tries to get her back from us?

- She's not gonna try to get her... - Can I help?

- Uh, no. - No.

We're just taking the chicken out—

Hi. I— I just—

Mom, I'm out of here.

Would you show Daphne around? See if she needs anything?

I don't need anything.

She doesn't need anything.

I think it would be nice.

Okay then.

Let's take a tour.

Tennis courts, gazebo,

concrete dogs— every house needs them.

Guest house, basketball court,

garage Bay uses for her "art."

- One on one? - Okay.

You can talk as much trash as you want—

I can't see your lips, I can't hear you.

Whoo!

Magic.

So, um, how did— how did Daphne go...

It's okay. ...Deaf?

It's not a bad word.

She got meningitis when she was three.

- And the hearing aid? - She can hear some ambient noise.

It helps her know what's going on around her, but it can't make her hear.

She needs to see your lips to know what you're saying.

And how did she get the meningitis?

It's a bacteria. She caught it.

- And she goes to school and everything? - Yes.

It's just her ears that don't work, not her brain.

- Right. - Bay goes to Buckner Hall. It's a wonderful school.

Not that school is Bay's thing.

Yeah, well— But she loves photography and art.

Music— she loves music.

Yeah, excuse me. Um, ahem.

Bay, Bay, turn it down! Thank you!

Ever since she found out, it's just been hard on her.

Look, we— you know, we just want to get to know Daphne.

I'm sure you want to get to know Bay, so...

I don't know— we could have weekly lunches

or, if you want, go through the courts— Whatever.

I really think we should have a plan—

I think the girls have had enough change for one week.

I say we give everyone a minute to take it in, huh?

We've lost so much time already.

Exactly how long do you want us to wait?

And it looks like they're having fun out there.

So if you have to go, I'm happy to give her a ride home.

Perfect.

I'm going.

They'll drive you, okay?

Oh, thank you!

All right.

Oh, I was just gonna go check and see what you were up to, honey.