The O.C. (2003) s02e04 Episode Script
The New Era
Previously on The O.
C.
You're not exactly the ideal client.
Rich, powerful Guilty Guess who no longer works|for Partridge, Savage & Caan? - You quit?|- Or got fired.
Ryan Atwood? Lindsay Gardner.
I owe you an apology.
|I'm sorry.
Me too.
We agreed we wouldn't tell anyone|because you could get fired.
You know what? I quit.
As of tomorrow morning, Julie will be the new chief executive|officer of the Newport Group.
Maybe I can't be just friends with you.
I guess maybe this is it for us.
So, you're saying you won't help me? I got a physics quiz; I'm kind of busy.
Ryan, please, man.
|This is a crisis, okay? Zack and Summer-|they're full-on dating now.
That means I need|a new girlfriend, pronto.
So, you're going to start dating someone|just to show up Summer? There's other reasons.
I can't think of them right now.
|Listen, hold on a second.
Let's break bread,|let's discuss broads.
Oh! My graphing calculator.
|I left it in your room.
You know what else is in my room? What? What is in your room? My yearbook, full of new ideas|for fresh-faced loved ones.
What do you say we whittle down the list|to, like, 20 finalists, by homeroom? That's a bad idea.
And you can keep my leftovers.
No, thanks.
I'm not dating this year;|that's the game plan.
- Yes, you are.
|- Nope.
You absolutely are.
|I'm not entering this new era alone.
It is a new era.
Getting the ax is the best thing|that could have happened to me.
Now the only person I answer to is me.
And my father.
Ah! All I'm saying is that|he's your only client.
Isn't he? Yeah.
|And you work for his wife.
What was your father thinking? Well, you can ask him.
You'll be hanging with him all day.
If I can win this case,|get my practice off the ground You can spend your entire career|defending my father's rich clients.
You're not bringing me down, honey.
Look, you heard Seth.
It's a new era.
Sure is, Father, and guess what?|I think I found a new girlfriend.
Here in the kitchen? Ah, no, in the new era.
Seth shops|for girlfriends in the yearbook.
Tina Woo,|member of the a cappella group co-President of the improv|team Shenanigans.
She's musical, she's witty.
|Hopefully she's free for lunch.
Dude, "Shenanigans"? I know.
Are you sure you're ready|to start dating, sweetie, I mean after everything you've|been through with Summer? What, better he should mope?|Don't listen to them.
If it was up to your mother, I'd still|be working at Patridge, Savage & Caan, coming home bitching|about high-priced lawsuits.
Totally.
Ryan, would you rather I go for|the Woo, or keep talking about Summer? Here's to the new era.
Amen.
All right, so the Tina Woo thing|didn't happen.
Just move on.
You know, a simple "no"|from the Woo would have been sufficient.
I think the added laughter|was just unnecessary.
Hey! what about her? Tiffany Rosenberg?|No, we have a history.
Third grade, uh,|class field trip to SeaWorld.
I tried to sort of talk to the dolphins, she overheard, there was taunting.
|It was really bad.
Bus ride home was a low point.
How about I point out a girl, and you|tell me whether or not you'd date her? How about I tell you whether|or not she would date me? Yeah, exactly.
|Uh, that one right there.
Uh, yeah and no.
No? Uh, no.
Yeah.
Yeah? Are you shopping for|girlfriends in the quad? - No.
|- Yeah.
Classy and not remotely demeaning.
Uh, Lindsay, Seth,|Seth, Lindsay.
Oh.
Hey.
So, how does this work? Is there a ranking system, or is each|girl judged on her individual merits? And by merits,|I mean her rack and/or ass.
It's a simple yes-no survey.
Yes-no survey.
I see.
Well, in that case, no and no.
I'll see you in class.
I can't believe I finally met her.
- What, Lindsay?|- Lindsay Cohen.
It's got a nice ring to it.
Don't you|think? Will you hook that up for me? No.
Why not? Unless, hey, do you,|I mean, do you like her? Oh, n-n-no, no, it's just, she's,|she's argumentative, bossy, difficult.
Yeah, that's my type.
Believe me, you should hold out|for something else.
No, absolutely not.
I need that one, and I need you|to make that happen for me, okay? Can you make it happen?|Can you hook me up? Hook a brother up? I could hook it up.
That's what I like to hear.
Thank you.
This is a new era, Summer.
For the first time in my life,|I have, like, no boy drama.
That is not possible.
|You are a magnet for boy drama.
I'm serious.
Ryan and I-|just friends.
Mmm.
And DJ? What, with the deltoids|and the trapezoids? He wants nothing to do with me.
Well, did you apologize? I have no idea where he is.
After he quit working for my parents,|he went totally MIA.
He can't be that hard to find.
|Doesn't he work for the Hendersons? See? Totally addicted to boy drama.
Like you don't have issues.
Actually, right now,|my love life is totally trauma-free.
So, lunch went well|with Zack and your dad? Amazing.
None of that manic Cohen chatter|or that incomprehensible Cohen mumbling.
If Cohen is the virus, Zack is the cure.
He is the anti-Cohen.
Hmm.
Speak of the devil.
Cohen? Zack.
Right.
Great.
Better.
Hey! Hi.
Oh.
That's a firm hug.
Sorry, Ducky.
Ducky? We have nicknames.
We do? Yes.
"Ducky.
" That's, that's cute.
So, anyways, Ducky,|Marissa here is totally bumming out because she doesn't have anyone|in her life as perfect as you.
Thanks, Summ.
Well, I know lots of eligible bachelors.
|You want me to set you up? Oh, no.
That's okay.
|Really, I'm fine.
You know, this is the start|of a new era for us, Sandman.
Working together|on the same side of the law, overcoming our differences,|battling the odds.
Bringing a tear to my eye, Cal.
Now, let's talk about what we know|at this point in the game.
You hungry? They do a delicious frittata here.
|You a frittata man? I'm fine.
Now, you've been funneling money|every month to a trust.
And the person who runs this trust happens to be an associate|of the city councilman's office, the same city councilman that issues building permits|to people who build lots of buildings.
People like you.
I do build lots of buildings.
I've done very well for myself.
Started off with nothing, and still I strive for more.
|Never satisfied.
What do they call that? Greed.
Now, as you can see, on the face of it, this looks like bribery.
What about a round of drinks, huh?|What do you say, huh? Manhattans? It's 10:00 a.
m.
Now focus.
|Why did you set up the trust? Charity, tax benefits What about the woman who runs|the trust: Renee Wheeler.
I don't know her.
You're very grumpy today.
I think it's 'cause you're hungry.
|Frittata coming right up.
The D.
A.
wants you to spend|your twilight years in a 5-by-9 cell, and all you can think about are frittatas.
No one is going to jail.
This thing won't even make it to court.
Phyllis.
Phyllis? Yeah.
My-my old secretary.
|She retired three years ago.
She set up the trust.
You couldn't have told|me this on the phone? Then I wouldn't have gotten to see you.
Let's get you that frittata.
Excuse me.
You're lurking.
Right.
Sorry.
|Um Look, uh, for all I know,|you have a boyfriend, so there's no point|in me even asking you I don't Um,|I don't have a boyfriend.
Oh, you don't? Yeah.
Don't rub it in.
Right.
Well, I was wondering|if you would maybe want to maybe, a-and feel free to say no|go out on a date.
Okay.
Sure.
- Yeah?|- Yeah.
Uh, great, so you'll go out with Seth? Wh-what? Yeah, you'll go on a date with Seth? Yes.
Uh, Seth You want me to go out with Seth,|and I said, "yes," so, yes.
Great.
|Great great.
- You sure?|- I am positive.
Tomorrow night.
|The sooner the better, right? Right.
Yeah.
Uh, thanks.
Look who has a new ficus.
Oh.
I-I have a ton of work to do.
If, if you could I figure now that I'm in charge, I could introduce|a little more life into this place.
You know, a ficus here, an orchid there,|next thing you know, we are A rain forest.
Thanks for the plant, but right now, this company is one|failed deal away from total ruin, which means I have to ficus, uh, focus.
.
Ficus, focus.
Oh, honey, you are all over the place.
But no need to worry.
The boss is here.
Let me lighten your load.
What are you reading? Budget projections for next year.
It's, uh, it's very dense.
Which you think I am: dense.
No.
Uh, Julie, no.
Look, the key to good|leadership is delegation, so why don't you delegate this kind|of stuff to me so that you're free to Continue being stupid? Julie, all I'm saying is that we have an extremely|important presentation tomorrow.
Yes.
Clearly I have a lot of reading up to do|so I can be ready for the presentation.
You know, running this company is about|more than just plant life, Kirsten.
Even you should know that.
Hey.
I saw your truck,|and I thought I'd stop by and say hi.
How are you? Busy.
Right.
Well, you can't be busy|all weekend long.
The Killers are playing tomorrow night,|and they're really good.
So, what, are we friends now? Judging by this conversation,|probably not.
But I'd really like to try|and be something.
And how does your boyfriend|feel about that? He's not my boyfriend.
Well, I guess that explains|what you're doing here talking to me.
When you and I I didn't know Ryan was coming back.
I'm glad I could help you kill time|until he did.
You know that's not what it was.
Bait Shop, tomorrow night.
I'll be there if you decide to stop by.
- Hi.
|- Hey.
I think all this manual labor|is affecting my bod.
I seem tougher to you? You don't want me to answer that.
Hey, so, guess what.
|You have a date tomorrow.
I do? With who? Lindsay, the future Mrs.
Seth Cohen.
No.
Man, I said I wanted to marry her,|not date her, okay? I didn't really think she would say yes.
|This changes everything.
Well, I'm not getting you out of it.
Well, I'm not going unless you go with me.
|I will do that.
What, you want me to go with you|on your date as what, your chaperone? No.
We'll double.
|I'll set you up.
With all the single women you know.
Seth, there's a clogged toilet in the|men's room that's got your nameon it.
Sweet.
Hey.
Hi.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No way.
There's no way she'd even|go out with me, anyway.
Are you kidding me? Her with the tattoo,|you with the wristband.
That's like the ultimate|wrong-side-of-the-tracks love story.
Seriously, you are the Sid|to her Nancy, the Kurt to her Courtney.
The 50 Cent to her Mrs.
Cent.
No.
I'm done dating.
|I told you that.
Ryan, kids our age|don't even date anymore.
They hang out in groups,|then they peel off to hook up.
You've never done that.
No, I know, but I read about it|in New York Times Magazine.
My guess is that|Alex loves the group hang.
Group hang? That's the lamest thing I've ever heard.
But later, we peel off, and And do what, go to Chuck E Cheese,|mini-golf? I swear, mentally,|you are seven years old.
That was last year.
|This year, I'm eight and three-quarters.
Anyways, it's my night off.
Why would I want|to spend it here with you? I'll tell you exactly why.
Look at me.
I'm a youth in need, okay? Somebody stomped on my sand castle, and my ball rolled out into|the middle of the street, and my kite is caught in a tree,|and I can't - I get it.
|- And you know what else? My friend Ryan-|he's really cool, okay? He's very anti-establishment.
He enjoys, uh, sunset walks on the beach,|punching people, and not smiling.
And that's how you see me? Yeah, only with less smiling.
You're out of your mind.
Maybe I am, Alex.
Maybe I'm, like,|so far out of my mind that I'm in yours.
And I think I know what|you're thinking right now.
You're thinking, "I can't wait to go.
" That's what you're thinking maybe, is it? Huh? Is that what you're thinking? Okay, okay, I'll go just to|get you out Stop freaking out.
|It's okay.
of my office.
I will hook you up.
It's fine.
Look it, you're smiling.
|I like Gonna be really fun.
- Get out, get out.
|- Okay.
All right.
Wait.
Tomorrow night at 8:00.
It's gonna be awesome! So, while I can appreciate|your apprehension, let me assure you that the dip in company|earnings is only a temporary one.
Good morning.
So sorry I'm late.
I'm glad you didn't wait for me.
Julie Cooper Nichol,|CEO of the Newport Group.
Hello.
Julie, I was just going over our investment pitch for|Mr.
Herbert's new mall development.
Uh, feel free to jump in|if you think I've missed anything.
Don't be so modest, Kirsten.
I'll jump in now.
Are there any questions I could answer? Julie, this isn't the Q & A portion Well, I do have a couple of questions,|Mrs.
Cooper Nichol.
Our primary concern is how will|Caleb Nichol's potential indictment affect the roll-out of our development? It won't, because we won't let it,|will we, Mr.
Herbert? What I think Julie meant,Mr.
Herbert,|is that the success of the Newport Group is not contingent on the ideas|and opinions of any one person.
I think Mr.
Herbert and|I can take it from here, Kiki.
Will you get me a copy of this document?|I need it on my desk tout de suite.
Julie that's the lunch menu.
Choo, choo-choo.
Thank you all for your time.
|Excuse me.
So, what's your next question? How do you explain the company's failure to hedge its portfolio against the rise|of long-term interest rates? Yes So, Alex said yes|to the date, huh? But it's not a date, okay? It's a group hang with an eye|towards peeling off with - Summer - I don't know if I'd be cool|with that quite yet.
- On your left.
- Don't mention the date.
|- Right, no.
Sure, take the high road.
- Cohen|- Summer I have a date.
Wow! Hey, hope you and|Captain Oats have fun.
Actually, it's with a girl.
- Hey, guys.
|- Hey.
Coop, you just missed a milestone here.
Cohen has a date with|a real live human girl.
Oh.
Well, uh, that's|great, I guess.
When? Ah, tonight.
So, you know, don't wait up.
Ah, don't worry.
Zack and I'll|sleep just fine, thanks.
So I'll sleep just fine tonight, too,|with I would've loved to remember|her name right there.
- High road, huh?|- Not my proudest moment.
So, if Seth is abandoning you for his big|date tonight, then what are you gonna do? 'Cause if you wanted to do something - Yeah, well, I, um|- You have a date tonight, too? No, it's not a date, it's more|of a group hang.
How are things with you and DJ? They're not Um, but|I should probably get to, you know But have fun tonight|on your date or hang.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
What are you doing here? Well, guess who brought you|a lobster roll from the Crab Shack.
My hero.
- My favorite sandwich, surprise pop-in?|- Yes, it's work.
Don't tell me.
You screwed up.
|Power went straight to your head.
- You rocked the boat too hard.
|- You can stop.
I have found it challenging.
|Truth is, being CEO is a bitch.
You'd think|you'd be a natural.
I tried to Google myself today and|crashed the entire computer network.
Then our most important investor ran out on|his meeting with me, and I don't blame him.
I never heard you admit to having|faults before.
This is this is fun! I was hoping you'd give me a confidence|boost.
I suppose I don't have that coming? Sure, you do.
Listen you may not have Kirsten's experience-|well, let's face it, any experience- Get to the boost.
But you are savvy, okay, and|that goes a long way in this business.
Hell, if I had your instincts,|I- I never would have lost a dime.
So you think this is fixable? If there's one thing that you're good at,|it's getting money from rich, old men.
You just you gotta do it the|Julie Cooper way.
You know I don't mean|sleep with him, right? You know what? I think you've just given|me the confidence to execute Plan B.
And you have given me a delightful snack.
|I love this new era.
We should have gotten|divorced years ago.
Thank you, Jimmy.
Oh, hey, there she is.
Hey, why don't you go talk to her for,|like, an hour or five and just tee me up.
- She's your date.
|- Yeah.
Details.
I'm gonna go find Alex.
What are you doing here?|Chaperoning? - I, uh, have a date, too.
|- So, we're what, doubling? Is this one of those|group hangs I read about? I'm not sure what this is.
Look, right there.
That's a|very good-looking human being.
- He is cute.
|- I told you.
But here's the thing, though.
|Is he cuter than me? 'Cause, I mean, should I not have|him sit at the same table as my date? Uh, you're cute, too.
Really? But cuter than Ryan? I mean,|I just don't want him overwhelming me.
Mm, I don't think that's possible.
- Oh.
You think I'm cute.
|- When you're not talking.
- Hey.
Uh, Ryan, Alex.
Alex, Ryan.
|- Uh, Lindsay, Seth.
Seth, Lindsay.
How could I forget? Well, this should be great,|really great and not at all awkward.
Yes, Your Honor.
Yes! Sandy, what are you doing? I've got Judge Hatchett on the TiVo.
|Have you ever seen her? She does not take crap from anybody.
- What's going on?|- What do you mean? Well, you're in your pajamas, you have|orange Cheeto dust all over you What has happened to my husband? Your father's case is as good as lost.
He's been giving me|the complete run-around.
Today he sent me to go meet with|his former assistant, Phyllis.
- Phyllis died last year.
|- Exactly.
Literally dead ends.
That's the best lead he's given me yet.
Julie seems to be on the same|seek-and-destroy mission as my dad.
As long as she's running the company,|I might as well Give up.
Why don't we give up?|Oh, give up with me, honey.
You know, we could let the gruesome|twosome destroy our careers, or we could sit here and enjoy obscene amounts|of Dr.
Phil and destroy them ourselves.
Sandy? If my dad is acting all weird,|he's hiding something.
I know.
Which means it's your job|to figure out what that is.
Now, I know I'm not|your favorite person right now, but I have a way to make it up to you.
- This can't be good.
|- Let's have a party.
Uh, sure.
Julie, can we talk|about this tomorrow? Sure, we can.
Unfortunately,|the caterers are here right now.
- Come on in, guys.
This way.
|- What's going on? Well, you know, here's the thing.
I knew that if I asked you in advance|that you'd probably say no, so I went ahead and called Mr.
Herbert|and several other clients and invited them to a party.
- At our house?|- Tonight? Uh-huh.
Yeah, Caleb thought|it was a great idea.
He went to the club|to meet someone from work.
Meet who? Who knows?|Well, so much to do, so little time.
Save some face.
|You know you've only got one Change your ways|While you're young Boy, one day you'll be a man|Oh, Girl He'll help you understand|Smile like you mean it Looking back|At sunsets on the So, the Killers.
|Awesome, huh? Stellar observation, and one you've|made, like, eight times now.
So, do you like live music? Not really.
You? It's my passion.
Dude, I'm dying here.
Yeah.
Well, my guess is, this secret|conference isn't exactly helping.
Well, the good news is,|we already hit rock bottom, although I've redefined rock bottom|several times tonight.
I think we just hit a new low.
Coop, there was no way|I was gonna let you stay home tonight.
Yeah, I know- I just wish I didn't have|to third-wheel on your date.
What? Ducky and I don't mind.
|Do we, Ducky? Yeah, how much longer is this|Ducky thing gonna go on for? Aw, do you want a new nickname?|How about Cohen? I think it's a little too soon|to joke about that, don't you think? - Summer! Oh, my God, hey! How are you?|- Hey, Cohen.
- Ryan|- Marissa Uh, this is Lindsay.
|This is Alex.
- This is Lindsay.
|- Hi.
Yeah, okay.
- Well, this, um, this is ju|- This is awesome.
It's awesome! - You know what, maybe we should|- Go watch the band.
So, I'm guessing we just|met some ex-girlfriends? Well, Ryan and Marissa,|that's an epic tale right there.
But Summer and I are|equally as fascinating.
She was my shorty last year,|but then she got served.
Not that that's|particularly interesting.
Jimmy, thank God you're here.
Julie invited me.
|She knows I can't turn down free booze.
Neither can she.
Look at her.
|All that giggling and touching.
Oh, God, she just grazed an ass.
Oh, the not so subtle ass graze.
|Yeah, I've been a victim of it myself.
Don't worry about it.
She's schmoozing|the crowd at a cocktail party.
This is our star clientele.
Do you know how many years|of wooing and cajoling it took to have a meeting with these people? This is the woman who came|from Riverside to become head Newksie, then landed Newport's biggest tycoon|and took over his company.
She knows what she's doing.
she's following me around,|judging, judging, judging.
Ten bucks says Cohen is bending|that poor girl's ear about Superman or Batman or something-man in a|unitard that she doesn't give a crap about.
You know what?|I should stop him.
For her sake.
Well, that sounds like it's coming from|a really generous place.
Or we could just put the Cohen obsession|on hold and watch the band.
I am not obsessing.
The seething, the staring, the analyzing|of his outfit, that's not obsessing? What? That shirt totally|accentuates his bird arms.
I think this is the part|where I go to the bathroom.
But I will admit that our breakup, to the|outside observer, could seem sad, but I don't know, for me, I feel like|it's given me this great gift, you know, this new era.
And this whole new situation, like,|her, Zack, you and I, it works! Oh, drinking alone-|that's never a good sign.
What the hell are you doing here? Well, I tried to talk to Phyllis earlier,|but I left my Ouija board at home.
No more games, Cal.
Who was|that woman I saw leave this place? - You trailed me here? Spied on me?|- No, actually I got lucky.
I showed up just as she was leaving.
Well, she was, uh, she's a|an old friend.
Come on.
You built a fortune on lies;|you can do better than that.
- My guess- that was Renee Wheeler.
|- I told you, I don't know her.
All right, well, then that was somebody|driving Renee Wheeler's car.
I called her license plate number into|a friend of mine at the police station.
Well-played, Magnum P.
I.
|Stay away from her.
I'll only ask you this once, Cal.
Are you having an affair? We're in much deeper water|than that, believe me.
- If I were you,I'd leave it alone.
|- What if I don't? Well, we could lose everything.
So before you go probing around|into my affairs, think long and hard-|is it worth it to you? All right, let's hear it|for the Killers! You know what it is?|So, it's like four-two.
Her over there, me over here,|me over her over here, so the four of us hanging out, over|each other, but hanging out together.
I mean, apart, but in the same place,|although different places mentally, I think.
Cohen, there is|something wrong with you.
No.
That's the best part.
I am|totally fine not talking to her.
I have nothing to say to her.
Except,|the only thing that I would say if I said something to her- and I don't|care at all if I do- is that I'm fine not talking to her.
Maybe I should tell her that.
Well, you better hurry, 'cause|they're leaving.
I'll be right back.
Hey, you came.
Well, my friend got tickets|and had an extra.
I'll see you around.
- Maybe you should tell her.
|- Tell who what? Lindsay that you like her.
I'm not offended.
It's okay.
|It's a group hang, and, um, listen, no offense here, but I'm not|really feeling the spark.
Wow.
An honest conversation with a girl.
|This is new for me.
I'm gone.
Thanks.
I was not talking about Cohen|the entire night.
It sure felt like it.
Well What, you want|to go somewhere else? Maybe you should go home and log onto|some kind of Cohen chat room, okay? I've had enough.
- Summer, hey.
Where are you going?|- Oh, look.
It's Seth.
We're going home.
Okay, can I talk to you for, like,|one minute? Zack, I'm really sorry.
- Okay.
I'm gonna go jump off the pier.
|- Zack, wait! Listen, I just want to tell you|I don't want to talk, okay? I'm fine with this.
You and him, me and her.
|Zack sure is a fast walker.
Look, Cohen, just stop trailing us,|all right? - I'm not|- Zack, will you wait, please? - I just, I|- Just beat it.
Ducky! Please.
Please - If you promise to stop calling me that.
|- Can't make any promises.
Where are you going?|Can I give you a lift or something? I couldn't possibly ask any more from you, nor can I thank you enough for what was|truly one of the worst evenings of my life.
I know.
Seth's not ready to date yet.
|It was, it was a bad idea.
Yeah, it was a colossally|bad idea, epically bad.
The invasion of Iraq is looking|pretty good in comparison.
Okay.
All right, you're right.
|Let me talk to you for a second.
No.
Ryan, you can't.
I've listened to|enough talk for one night, okay? See you at school.
Oh, Kiki, come here.
|You'll never believe this.
Steven's daughter has a pony, too.
|She boards at the same stable as China.
What a coincidence.
How cute is that|little riding park? Oh.
And at Christmas, when they string|all the lights through the trees Yes.
My daughter and her Shetland|spend all their Saturdays there.
Uh, Steven about the meeting;|I- I wanted to apologize.
You know, Kirsten is the one who|renovated the stable and the park, then sold it back to the original owners|at twice the cost.
"Preservation and profit,"|that's your motto, right, Kirsten? Well, that's|every developer's dream.
Funny, mine's Jude Law|and a zebra-skin rug.
Uh, Steven, your drink's looking|a little empty.
Can I get you another? Only if you two join me.
Ooh.
Be careful, Steven.
Kirsten here's|got a bit of a hollow leg.
What are you drinking? - Uh, champagne.
|- Make it two.
- Done.
|- Thank you.
See, I'm not totally useless.
- I never said|- Apology accepted.
I'm gonna go get Mr.
Herbert's|contract out of my purse.
You make sure he gets|another whiskey sour.
- How was your night?|- Not good.
You? Worse.
- You didn't like Alex?|- Eh.
And you and Lindsay? Uh, not even close.
- What are you gonna do now?|- Actually I was gonna go and Oh, go for it.
- Yeah?|- Yes.
What are you gonna do? - I don't know.
I was gonna maybe|- Good idea.
Great show.
I hope you|guys come back soon.
So, to recap, I got discoed|by two girls in one night, and, unfortunately, that's just not|the first time that's happened.
Actually, I'm not surprised.
Thank you.
Keep twisting the|knife.
I'm not in enough pain.
Oh, you're the one who's|hurting, not Summer or Lindsay? Yeah, well, at least everybody's|miserable, right? Anyways, uh, I'm sorry about the whole|group hang or whatever that was.
Night.
Hard to believe all those girls|running out on you Don't make me try and feel better.
what with you being|so bratty and immature.
Oh, good, you weren't.
And even sometimes a little charming, especially when|you're not talking about Summer.
I know.
I just And knowing is half the battles so perhaps|there's a little hope for you yet.
You want to go maybe get|an ice cream, or something? Ice cream as a nightcap? - You really are eight.
|- And three-quarters.
Let's go.
I'll buy, but, um, no|more than two scoops.
Swim against the tide,|yet you drowned in the sky You whisper to make a sound|And you crawl to reach the ground You held your head up high|Yet you duck beneath the cloud And you are on your way|You are on your way - Keeping watch?|- What are you doing here? I was headed to your house,|and I thought I'd surprise you.
So this means? I'm not sure exactly, except, I guess I'd better prepare|myself for some drama, huh? You have no idea.
- Hi.
Need a lift?|- No, thanks.
The bus'll be here soon.
Okay, did you not understand the|part about me taking the bus? All right.
Hold on.
Uh, don't.
It's my fault.
I knew it was|gonna be a disaster with Seth.
Then why'd you say yes? Because I thought|you were asking me out.
Didn't mean to say that out loud.
Uh, what? I thought that I was saying yes to you.
Where's that stupid bus? You did? 'Cause I I mean,|you think I'm an idiot.
Yeah, well, I guess that's the twist,|'cause turns out I'm the idiot.
No, no, you're not.
When I asked you out that day|for Seth, I, uh Well, I, uh Keep talking, Ryan.
I wanted it to be me.
I did.
I just didn't think in a million years|you'd say yes.
Then I've been right all along.
|You are an idiot.
- An idiot you'd go out with sometime?|- It's possible.
Ah, party's over.
Oh, finally.
I literally had to push|Steven Herbert out the door.
Deal's back on? He resigned his contracts.
Hopefully|he'll remember that in the morning.
Julie Cooper- definitely understands|the weakness of man.
You were gone for a while.
Well, I was driving around, thinking how I find myself again|in a very familiar triangle.
What triangle is that? - You, me, your dad.
|- He's guilty, isn't he? He's guilty of something.
Something he thinks|we're better off not knowing.
Well, you've never been one|to shy away from the truth.
I can start now.
Well, a man could make a nice life|out of Cheetos and Dr.
Phil.
Not the man I love.
Tough you think you've got the stuff|You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough|You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right Let me take some|of the punches for you tonight Listen to me now|I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone|And it's you when I look in a mirror And it's you makes me have to let go Sometimes you can't make it on your own|Sometimes you can't make it Best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can't make it|on your own.
C.
You're not exactly the ideal client.
Rich, powerful Guilty Guess who no longer works|for Partridge, Savage & Caan? - You quit?|- Or got fired.
Ryan Atwood? Lindsay Gardner.
I owe you an apology.
|I'm sorry.
Me too.
We agreed we wouldn't tell anyone|because you could get fired.
You know what? I quit.
As of tomorrow morning, Julie will be the new chief executive|officer of the Newport Group.
Maybe I can't be just friends with you.
I guess maybe this is it for us.
So, you're saying you won't help me? I got a physics quiz; I'm kind of busy.
Ryan, please, man.
|This is a crisis, okay? Zack and Summer-|they're full-on dating now.
That means I need|a new girlfriend, pronto.
So, you're going to start dating someone|just to show up Summer? There's other reasons.
I can't think of them right now.
|Listen, hold on a second.
Let's break bread,|let's discuss broads.
Oh! My graphing calculator.
|I left it in your room.
You know what else is in my room? What? What is in your room? My yearbook, full of new ideas|for fresh-faced loved ones.
What do you say we whittle down the list|to, like, 20 finalists, by homeroom? That's a bad idea.
And you can keep my leftovers.
No, thanks.
I'm not dating this year;|that's the game plan.
- Yes, you are.
|- Nope.
You absolutely are.
|I'm not entering this new era alone.
It is a new era.
Getting the ax is the best thing|that could have happened to me.
Now the only person I answer to is me.
And my father.
Ah! All I'm saying is that|he's your only client.
Isn't he? Yeah.
|And you work for his wife.
What was your father thinking? Well, you can ask him.
You'll be hanging with him all day.
If I can win this case,|get my practice off the ground You can spend your entire career|defending my father's rich clients.
You're not bringing me down, honey.
Look, you heard Seth.
It's a new era.
Sure is, Father, and guess what?|I think I found a new girlfriend.
Here in the kitchen? Ah, no, in the new era.
Seth shops|for girlfriends in the yearbook.
Tina Woo,|member of the a cappella group co-President of the improv|team Shenanigans.
She's musical, she's witty.
|Hopefully she's free for lunch.
Dude, "Shenanigans"? I know.
Are you sure you're ready|to start dating, sweetie, I mean after everything you've|been through with Summer? What, better he should mope?|Don't listen to them.
If it was up to your mother, I'd still|be working at Patridge, Savage & Caan, coming home bitching|about high-priced lawsuits.
Totally.
Ryan, would you rather I go for|the Woo, or keep talking about Summer? Here's to the new era.
Amen.
All right, so the Tina Woo thing|didn't happen.
Just move on.
You know, a simple "no"|from the Woo would have been sufficient.
I think the added laughter|was just unnecessary.
Hey! what about her? Tiffany Rosenberg?|No, we have a history.
Third grade, uh,|class field trip to SeaWorld.
I tried to sort of talk to the dolphins, she overheard, there was taunting.
|It was really bad.
Bus ride home was a low point.
How about I point out a girl, and you|tell me whether or not you'd date her? How about I tell you whether|or not she would date me? Yeah, exactly.
|Uh, that one right there.
Uh, yeah and no.
No? Uh, no.
Yeah.
Yeah? Are you shopping for|girlfriends in the quad? - No.
|- Yeah.
Classy and not remotely demeaning.
Uh, Lindsay, Seth,|Seth, Lindsay.
Oh.
Hey.
So, how does this work? Is there a ranking system, or is each|girl judged on her individual merits? And by merits,|I mean her rack and/or ass.
It's a simple yes-no survey.
Yes-no survey.
I see.
Well, in that case, no and no.
I'll see you in class.
I can't believe I finally met her.
- What, Lindsay?|- Lindsay Cohen.
It's got a nice ring to it.
Don't you|think? Will you hook that up for me? No.
Why not? Unless, hey, do you,|I mean, do you like her? Oh, n-n-no, no, it's just, she's,|she's argumentative, bossy, difficult.
Yeah, that's my type.
Believe me, you should hold out|for something else.
No, absolutely not.
I need that one, and I need you|to make that happen for me, okay? Can you make it happen?|Can you hook me up? Hook a brother up? I could hook it up.
That's what I like to hear.
Thank you.
This is a new era, Summer.
For the first time in my life,|I have, like, no boy drama.
That is not possible.
|You are a magnet for boy drama.
I'm serious.
Ryan and I-|just friends.
Mmm.
And DJ? What, with the deltoids|and the trapezoids? He wants nothing to do with me.
Well, did you apologize? I have no idea where he is.
After he quit working for my parents,|he went totally MIA.
He can't be that hard to find.
|Doesn't he work for the Hendersons? See? Totally addicted to boy drama.
Like you don't have issues.
Actually, right now,|my love life is totally trauma-free.
So, lunch went well|with Zack and your dad? Amazing.
None of that manic Cohen chatter|or that incomprehensible Cohen mumbling.
If Cohen is the virus, Zack is the cure.
He is the anti-Cohen.
Hmm.
Speak of the devil.
Cohen? Zack.
Right.
Great.
Better.
Hey! Hi.
Oh.
That's a firm hug.
Sorry, Ducky.
Ducky? We have nicknames.
We do? Yes.
"Ducky.
" That's, that's cute.
So, anyways, Ducky,|Marissa here is totally bumming out because she doesn't have anyone|in her life as perfect as you.
Thanks, Summ.
Well, I know lots of eligible bachelors.
|You want me to set you up? Oh, no.
That's okay.
|Really, I'm fine.
You know, this is the start|of a new era for us, Sandman.
Working together|on the same side of the law, overcoming our differences,|battling the odds.
Bringing a tear to my eye, Cal.
Now, let's talk about what we know|at this point in the game.
You hungry? They do a delicious frittata here.
|You a frittata man? I'm fine.
Now, you've been funneling money|every month to a trust.
And the person who runs this trust happens to be an associate|of the city councilman's office, the same city councilman that issues building permits|to people who build lots of buildings.
People like you.
I do build lots of buildings.
I've done very well for myself.
Started off with nothing, and still I strive for more.
|Never satisfied.
What do they call that? Greed.
Now, as you can see, on the face of it, this looks like bribery.
What about a round of drinks, huh?|What do you say, huh? Manhattans? It's 10:00 a.
m.
Now focus.
|Why did you set up the trust? Charity, tax benefits What about the woman who runs|the trust: Renee Wheeler.
I don't know her.
You're very grumpy today.
I think it's 'cause you're hungry.
|Frittata coming right up.
The D.
A.
wants you to spend|your twilight years in a 5-by-9 cell, and all you can think about are frittatas.
No one is going to jail.
This thing won't even make it to court.
Phyllis.
Phyllis? Yeah.
My-my old secretary.
|She retired three years ago.
She set up the trust.
You couldn't have told|me this on the phone? Then I wouldn't have gotten to see you.
Let's get you that frittata.
Excuse me.
You're lurking.
Right.
Sorry.
|Um Look, uh, for all I know,|you have a boyfriend, so there's no point|in me even asking you I don't Um,|I don't have a boyfriend.
Oh, you don't? Yeah.
Don't rub it in.
Right.
Well, I was wondering|if you would maybe want to maybe, a-and feel free to say no|go out on a date.
Okay.
Sure.
- Yeah?|- Yeah.
Uh, great, so you'll go out with Seth? Wh-what? Yeah, you'll go on a date with Seth? Yes.
Uh, Seth You want me to go out with Seth,|and I said, "yes," so, yes.
Great.
|Great great.
- You sure?|- I am positive.
Tomorrow night.
|The sooner the better, right? Right.
Yeah.
Uh, thanks.
Look who has a new ficus.
Oh.
I-I have a ton of work to do.
If, if you could I figure now that I'm in charge, I could introduce|a little more life into this place.
You know, a ficus here, an orchid there,|next thing you know, we are A rain forest.
Thanks for the plant, but right now, this company is one|failed deal away from total ruin, which means I have to ficus, uh, focus.
.
Ficus, focus.
Oh, honey, you are all over the place.
But no need to worry.
The boss is here.
Let me lighten your load.
What are you reading? Budget projections for next year.
It's, uh, it's very dense.
Which you think I am: dense.
No.
Uh, Julie, no.
Look, the key to good|leadership is delegation, so why don't you delegate this kind|of stuff to me so that you're free to Continue being stupid? Julie, all I'm saying is that we have an extremely|important presentation tomorrow.
Yes.
Clearly I have a lot of reading up to do|so I can be ready for the presentation.
You know, running this company is about|more than just plant life, Kirsten.
Even you should know that.
Hey.
I saw your truck,|and I thought I'd stop by and say hi.
How are you? Busy.
Right.
Well, you can't be busy|all weekend long.
The Killers are playing tomorrow night,|and they're really good.
So, what, are we friends now? Judging by this conversation,|probably not.
But I'd really like to try|and be something.
And how does your boyfriend|feel about that? He's not my boyfriend.
Well, I guess that explains|what you're doing here talking to me.
When you and I I didn't know Ryan was coming back.
I'm glad I could help you kill time|until he did.
You know that's not what it was.
Bait Shop, tomorrow night.
I'll be there if you decide to stop by.
- Hi.
|- Hey.
I think all this manual labor|is affecting my bod.
I seem tougher to you? You don't want me to answer that.
Hey, so, guess what.
|You have a date tomorrow.
I do? With who? Lindsay, the future Mrs.
Seth Cohen.
No.
Man, I said I wanted to marry her,|not date her, okay? I didn't really think she would say yes.
|This changes everything.
Well, I'm not getting you out of it.
Well, I'm not going unless you go with me.
|I will do that.
What, you want me to go with you|on your date as what, your chaperone? No.
We'll double.
|I'll set you up.
With all the single women you know.
Seth, there's a clogged toilet in the|men's room that's got your nameon it.
Sweet.
Hey.
Hi.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No way.
There's no way she'd even|go out with me, anyway.
Are you kidding me? Her with the tattoo,|you with the wristband.
That's like the ultimate|wrong-side-of-the-tracks love story.
Seriously, you are the Sid|to her Nancy, the Kurt to her Courtney.
The 50 Cent to her Mrs.
Cent.
No.
I'm done dating.
|I told you that.
Ryan, kids our age|don't even date anymore.
They hang out in groups,|then they peel off to hook up.
You've never done that.
No, I know, but I read about it|in New York Times Magazine.
My guess is that|Alex loves the group hang.
Group hang? That's the lamest thing I've ever heard.
But later, we peel off, and And do what, go to Chuck E Cheese,|mini-golf? I swear, mentally,|you are seven years old.
That was last year.
|This year, I'm eight and three-quarters.
Anyways, it's my night off.
Why would I want|to spend it here with you? I'll tell you exactly why.
Look at me.
I'm a youth in need, okay? Somebody stomped on my sand castle, and my ball rolled out into|the middle of the street, and my kite is caught in a tree,|and I can't - I get it.
|- And you know what else? My friend Ryan-|he's really cool, okay? He's very anti-establishment.
He enjoys, uh, sunset walks on the beach,|punching people, and not smiling.
And that's how you see me? Yeah, only with less smiling.
You're out of your mind.
Maybe I am, Alex.
Maybe I'm, like,|so far out of my mind that I'm in yours.
And I think I know what|you're thinking right now.
You're thinking, "I can't wait to go.
" That's what you're thinking maybe, is it? Huh? Is that what you're thinking? Okay, okay, I'll go just to|get you out Stop freaking out.
|It's okay.
of my office.
I will hook you up.
It's fine.
Look it, you're smiling.
|I like Gonna be really fun.
- Get out, get out.
|- Okay.
All right.
Wait.
Tomorrow night at 8:00.
It's gonna be awesome! So, while I can appreciate|your apprehension, let me assure you that the dip in company|earnings is only a temporary one.
Good morning.
So sorry I'm late.
I'm glad you didn't wait for me.
Julie Cooper Nichol,|CEO of the Newport Group.
Hello.
Julie, I was just going over our investment pitch for|Mr.
Herbert's new mall development.
Uh, feel free to jump in|if you think I've missed anything.
Don't be so modest, Kirsten.
I'll jump in now.
Are there any questions I could answer? Julie, this isn't the Q & A portion Well, I do have a couple of questions,|Mrs.
Cooper Nichol.
Our primary concern is how will|Caleb Nichol's potential indictment affect the roll-out of our development? It won't, because we won't let it,|will we, Mr.
Herbert? What I think Julie meant,Mr.
Herbert,|is that the success of the Newport Group is not contingent on the ideas|and opinions of any one person.
I think Mr.
Herbert and|I can take it from here, Kiki.
Will you get me a copy of this document?|I need it on my desk tout de suite.
Julie that's the lunch menu.
Choo, choo-choo.
Thank you all for your time.
|Excuse me.
So, what's your next question? How do you explain the company's failure to hedge its portfolio against the rise|of long-term interest rates? Yes So, Alex said yes|to the date, huh? But it's not a date, okay? It's a group hang with an eye|towards peeling off with - Summer - I don't know if I'd be cool|with that quite yet.
- On your left.
- Don't mention the date.
|- Right, no.
Sure, take the high road.
- Cohen|- Summer I have a date.
Wow! Hey, hope you and|Captain Oats have fun.
Actually, it's with a girl.
- Hey, guys.
|- Hey.
Coop, you just missed a milestone here.
Cohen has a date with|a real live human girl.
Oh.
Well, uh, that's|great, I guess.
When? Ah, tonight.
So, you know, don't wait up.
Ah, don't worry.
Zack and I'll|sleep just fine, thanks.
So I'll sleep just fine tonight, too,|with I would've loved to remember|her name right there.
- High road, huh?|- Not my proudest moment.
So, if Seth is abandoning you for his big|date tonight, then what are you gonna do? 'Cause if you wanted to do something - Yeah, well, I, um|- You have a date tonight, too? No, it's not a date, it's more|of a group hang.
How are things with you and DJ? They're not Um, but|I should probably get to, you know But have fun tonight|on your date or hang.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
What are you doing here? Well, guess who brought you|a lobster roll from the Crab Shack.
My hero.
- My favorite sandwich, surprise pop-in?|- Yes, it's work.
Don't tell me.
You screwed up.
|Power went straight to your head.
- You rocked the boat too hard.
|- You can stop.
I have found it challenging.
|Truth is, being CEO is a bitch.
You'd think|you'd be a natural.
I tried to Google myself today and|crashed the entire computer network.
Then our most important investor ran out on|his meeting with me, and I don't blame him.
I never heard you admit to having|faults before.
This is this is fun! I was hoping you'd give me a confidence|boost.
I suppose I don't have that coming? Sure, you do.
Listen you may not have Kirsten's experience-|well, let's face it, any experience- Get to the boost.
But you are savvy, okay, and|that goes a long way in this business.
Hell, if I had your instincts,|I- I never would have lost a dime.
So you think this is fixable? If there's one thing that you're good at,|it's getting money from rich, old men.
You just you gotta do it the|Julie Cooper way.
You know I don't mean|sleep with him, right? You know what? I think you've just given|me the confidence to execute Plan B.
And you have given me a delightful snack.
|I love this new era.
We should have gotten|divorced years ago.
Thank you, Jimmy.
Oh, hey, there she is.
Hey, why don't you go talk to her for,|like, an hour or five and just tee me up.
- She's your date.
|- Yeah.
Details.
I'm gonna go find Alex.
What are you doing here?|Chaperoning? - I, uh, have a date, too.
|- So, we're what, doubling? Is this one of those|group hangs I read about? I'm not sure what this is.
Look, right there.
That's a|very good-looking human being.
- He is cute.
|- I told you.
But here's the thing, though.
|Is he cuter than me? 'Cause, I mean, should I not have|him sit at the same table as my date? Uh, you're cute, too.
Really? But cuter than Ryan? I mean,|I just don't want him overwhelming me.
Mm, I don't think that's possible.
- Oh.
You think I'm cute.
|- When you're not talking.
- Hey.
Uh, Ryan, Alex.
Alex, Ryan.
|- Uh, Lindsay, Seth.
Seth, Lindsay.
How could I forget? Well, this should be great,|really great and not at all awkward.
Yes, Your Honor.
Yes! Sandy, what are you doing? I've got Judge Hatchett on the TiVo.
|Have you ever seen her? She does not take crap from anybody.
- What's going on?|- What do you mean? Well, you're in your pajamas, you have|orange Cheeto dust all over you What has happened to my husband? Your father's case is as good as lost.
He's been giving me|the complete run-around.
Today he sent me to go meet with|his former assistant, Phyllis.
- Phyllis died last year.
|- Exactly.
Literally dead ends.
That's the best lead he's given me yet.
Julie seems to be on the same|seek-and-destroy mission as my dad.
As long as she's running the company,|I might as well Give up.
Why don't we give up?|Oh, give up with me, honey.
You know, we could let the gruesome|twosome destroy our careers, or we could sit here and enjoy obscene amounts|of Dr.
Phil and destroy them ourselves.
Sandy? If my dad is acting all weird,|he's hiding something.
I know.
Which means it's your job|to figure out what that is.
Now, I know I'm not|your favorite person right now, but I have a way to make it up to you.
- This can't be good.
|- Let's have a party.
Uh, sure.
Julie, can we talk|about this tomorrow? Sure, we can.
Unfortunately,|the caterers are here right now.
- Come on in, guys.
This way.
|- What's going on? Well, you know, here's the thing.
I knew that if I asked you in advance|that you'd probably say no, so I went ahead and called Mr.
Herbert|and several other clients and invited them to a party.
- At our house?|- Tonight? Uh-huh.
Yeah, Caleb thought|it was a great idea.
He went to the club|to meet someone from work.
Meet who? Who knows?|Well, so much to do, so little time.
Save some face.
|You know you've only got one Change your ways|While you're young Boy, one day you'll be a man|Oh, Girl He'll help you understand|Smile like you mean it Looking back|At sunsets on the So, the Killers.
|Awesome, huh? Stellar observation, and one you've|made, like, eight times now.
So, do you like live music? Not really.
You? It's my passion.
Dude, I'm dying here.
Yeah.
Well, my guess is, this secret|conference isn't exactly helping.
Well, the good news is,|we already hit rock bottom, although I've redefined rock bottom|several times tonight.
I think we just hit a new low.
Coop, there was no way|I was gonna let you stay home tonight.
Yeah, I know- I just wish I didn't have|to third-wheel on your date.
What? Ducky and I don't mind.
|Do we, Ducky? Yeah, how much longer is this|Ducky thing gonna go on for? Aw, do you want a new nickname?|How about Cohen? I think it's a little too soon|to joke about that, don't you think? - Summer! Oh, my God, hey! How are you?|- Hey, Cohen.
- Ryan|- Marissa Uh, this is Lindsay.
|This is Alex.
- This is Lindsay.
|- Hi.
Yeah, okay.
- Well, this, um, this is ju|- This is awesome.
It's awesome! - You know what, maybe we should|- Go watch the band.
So, I'm guessing we just|met some ex-girlfriends? Well, Ryan and Marissa,|that's an epic tale right there.
But Summer and I are|equally as fascinating.
She was my shorty last year,|but then she got served.
Not that that's|particularly interesting.
Jimmy, thank God you're here.
Julie invited me.
|She knows I can't turn down free booze.
Neither can she.
Look at her.
|All that giggling and touching.
Oh, God, she just grazed an ass.
Oh, the not so subtle ass graze.
|Yeah, I've been a victim of it myself.
Don't worry about it.
She's schmoozing|the crowd at a cocktail party.
This is our star clientele.
Do you know how many years|of wooing and cajoling it took to have a meeting with these people? This is the woman who came|from Riverside to become head Newksie, then landed Newport's biggest tycoon|and took over his company.
She knows what she's doing.
she's following me around,|judging, judging, judging.
Ten bucks says Cohen is bending|that poor girl's ear about Superman or Batman or something-man in a|unitard that she doesn't give a crap about.
You know what?|I should stop him.
For her sake.
Well, that sounds like it's coming from|a really generous place.
Or we could just put the Cohen obsession|on hold and watch the band.
I am not obsessing.
The seething, the staring, the analyzing|of his outfit, that's not obsessing? What? That shirt totally|accentuates his bird arms.
I think this is the part|where I go to the bathroom.
But I will admit that our breakup, to the|outside observer, could seem sad, but I don't know, for me, I feel like|it's given me this great gift, you know, this new era.
And this whole new situation, like,|her, Zack, you and I, it works! Oh, drinking alone-|that's never a good sign.
What the hell are you doing here? Well, I tried to talk to Phyllis earlier,|but I left my Ouija board at home.
No more games, Cal.
Who was|that woman I saw leave this place? - You trailed me here? Spied on me?|- No, actually I got lucky.
I showed up just as she was leaving.
Well, she was, uh, she's a|an old friend.
Come on.
You built a fortune on lies;|you can do better than that.
- My guess- that was Renee Wheeler.
|- I told you, I don't know her.
All right, well, then that was somebody|driving Renee Wheeler's car.
I called her license plate number into|a friend of mine at the police station.
Well-played, Magnum P.
I.
|Stay away from her.
I'll only ask you this once, Cal.
Are you having an affair? We're in much deeper water|than that, believe me.
- If I were you,I'd leave it alone.
|- What if I don't? Well, we could lose everything.
So before you go probing around|into my affairs, think long and hard-|is it worth it to you? All right, let's hear it|for the Killers! You know what it is?|So, it's like four-two.
Her over there, me over here,|me over her over here, so the four of us hanging out, over|each other, but hanging out together.
I mean, apart, but in the same place,|although different places mentally, I think.
Cohen, there is|something wrong with you.
No.
That's the best part.
I am|totally fine not talking to her.
I have nothing to say to her.
Except,|the only thing that I would say if I said something to her- and I don't|care at all if I do- is that I'm fine not talking to her.
Maybe I should tell her that.
Well, you better hurry, 'cause|they're leaving.
I'll be right back.
Hey, you came.
Well, my friend got tickets|and had an extra.
I'll see you around.
- Maybe you should tell her.
|- Tell who what? Lindsay that you like her.
I'm not offended.
It's okay.
|It's a group hang, and, um, listen, no offense here, but I'm not|really feeling the spark.
Wow.
An honest conversation with a girl.
|This is new for me.
I'm gone.
Thanks.
I was not talking about Cohen|the entire night.
It sure felt like it.
Well What, you want|to go somewhere else? Maybe you should go home and log onto|some kind of Cohen chat room, okay? I've had enough.
- Summer, hey.
Where are you going?|- Oh, look.
It's Seth.
We're going home.
Okay, can I talk to you for, like,|one minute? Zack, I'm really sorry.
- Okay.
I'm gonna go jump off the pier.
|- Zack, wait! Listen, I just want to tell you|I don't want to talk, okay? I'm fine with this.
You and him, me and her.
|Zack sure is a fast walker.
Look, Cohen, just stop trailing us,|all right? - I'm not|- Zack, will you wait, please? - I just, I|- Just beat it.
Ducky! Please.
Please - If you promise to stop calling me that.
|- Can't make any promises.
Where are you going?|Can I give you a lift or something? I couldn't possibly ask any more from you, nor can I thank you enough for what was|truly one of the worst evenings of my life.
I know.
Seth's not ready to date yet.
|It was, it was a bad idea.
Yeah, it was a colossally|bad idea, epically bad.
The invasion of Iraq is looking|pretty good in comparison.
Okay.
All right, you're right.
|Let me talk to you for a second.
No.
Ryan, you can't.
I've listened to|enough talk for one night, okay? See you at school.
Oh, Kiki, come here.
|You'll never believe this.
Steven's daughter has a pony, too.
|She boards at the same stable as China.
What a coincidence.
How cute is that|little riding park? Oh.
And at Christmas, when they string|all the lights through the trees Yes.
My daughter and her Shetland|spend all their Saturdays there.
Uh, Steven about the meeting;|I- I wanted to apologize.
You know, Kirsten is the one who|renovated the stable and the park, then sold it back to the original owners|at twice the cost.
"Preservation and profit,"|that's your motto, right, Kirsten? Well, that's|every developer's dream.
Funny, mine's Jude Law|and a zebra-skin rug.
Uh, Steven, your drink's looking|a little empty.
Can I get you another? Only if you two join me.
Ooh.
Be careful, Steven.
Kirsten here's|got a bit of a hollow leg.
What are you drinking? - Uh, champagne.
|- Make it two.
- Done.
|- Thank you.
See, I'm not totally useless.
- I never said|- Apology accepted.
I'm gonna go get Mr.
Herbert's|contract out of my purse.
You make sure he gets|another whiskey sour.
- How was your night?|- Not good.
You? Worse.
- You didn't like Alex?|- Eh.
And you and Lindsay? Uh, not even close.
- What are you gonna do now?|- Actually I was gonna go and Oh, go for it.
- Yeah?|- Yes.
What are you gonna do? - I don't know.
I was gonna maybe|- Good idea.
Great show.
I hope you|guys come back soon.
So, to recap, I got discoed|by two girls in one night, and, unfortunately, that's just not|the first time that's happened.
Actually, I'm not surprised.
Thank you.
Keep twisting the|knife.
I'm not in enough pain.
Oh, you're the one who's|hurting, not Summer or Lindsay? Yeah, well, at least everybody's|miserable, right? Anyways, uh, I'm sorry about the whole|group hang or whatever that was.
Night.
Hard to believe all those girls|running out on you Don't make me try and feel better.
what with you being|so bratty and immature.
Oh, good, you weren't.
And even sometimes a little charming, especially when|you're not talking about Summer.
I know.
I just And knowing is half the battles so perhaps|there's a little hope for you yet.
You want to go maybe get|an ice cream, or something? Ice cream as a nightcap? - You really are eight.
|- And three-quarters.
Let's go.
I'll buy, but, um, no|more than two scoops.
Swim against the tide,|yet you drowned in the sky You whisper to make a sound|And you crawl to reach the ground You held your head up high|Yet you duck beneath the cloud And you are on your way|You are on your way - Keeping watch?|- What are you doing here? I was headed to your house,|and I thought I'd surprise you.
So this means? I'm not sure exactly, except, I guess I'd better prepare|myself for some drama, huh? You have no idea.
- Hi.
Need a lift?|- No, thanks.
The bus'll be here soon.
Okay, did you not understand the|part about me taking the bus? All right.
Hold on.
Uh, don't.
It's my fault.
I knew it was|gonna be a disaster with Seth.
Then why'd you say yes? Because I thought|you were asking me out.
Didn't mean to say that out loud.
Uh, what? I thought that I was saying yes to you.
Where's that stupid bus? You did? 'Cause I I mean,|you think I'm an idiot.
Yeah, well, I guess that's the twist,|'cause turns out I'm the idiot.
No, no, you're not.
When I asked you out that day|for Seth, I, uh Well, I, uh Keep talking, Ryan.
I wanted it to be me.
I did.
I just didn't think in a million years|you'd say yes.
Then I've been right all along.
|You are an idiot.
- An idiot you'd go out with sometime?|- It's possible.
Ah, party's over.
Oh, finally.
I literally had to push|Steven Herbert out the door.
Deal's back on? He resigned his contracts.
Hopefully|he'll remember that in the morning.
Julie Cooper- definitely understands|the weakness of man.
You were gone for a while.
Well, I was driving around, thinking how I find myself again|in a very familiar triangle.
What triangle is that? - You, me, your dad.
|- He's guilty, isn't he? He's guilty of something.
Something he thinks|we're better off not knowing.
Well, you've never been one|to shy away from the truth.
I can start now.
Well, a man could make a nice life|out of Cheetos and Dr.
Phil.
Not the man I love.
Tough you think you've got the stuff|You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough|You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right Let me take some|of the punches for you tonight Listen to me now|I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone|And it's you when I look in a mirror And it's you makes me have to let go Sometimes you can't make it on your own|Sometimes you can't make it Best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can't make it|on your own.