The O.C. (2003) s02e14 Episode Script

Previously on The O.
C.
: Rebecca is gone.
|What did you say to her? I asked her if she was|in love with you, and she said she was.
I tried to tell Summer, and I couldn't.
So you're here to break up with me? Then I told her.
I just believe in|taking every precaution.
Caleb is gonna ask for a DNA test.
- You can't let him adopt you.
|- What are you talking about? He might not be your dad.
When we were about to|there was this voice in my head.
Seth? Have a great time in Italy.
|I'm cool with it.
I'm over you.
Well, I cannot believe I'm saying this,|but it's raining in the O.
C.
I know, it's crazy.
I got to tell you, the|traffic is a nightmare.
The 405 is jammed.
The 5, the 710,|they're all gridlocked.
Stay safe, stay dry, and let's all pray|for sunshine again.
Hey.
I kind of need to talk to you.
|So, you coming over for breakfast? You know, I got a little|cleaning up to do.
Why don't you swing by the pool house? Uh, have you looked out the window? It's like the opening sequence|from Day After Tomorrow.
It's just rain.
I'll be here|if you need to talk.
Dude, come on.
|I'm a child of Southern California.
I can't go out in this.
I'll melt.
|You want to do it over the phone? Works for me.
So does this weather.
It's very, uh,|reflective of my current emotional state.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
So I'm gonna lose her, man.
Summer's leaving for Italy tomorrow,|and it's gonna be nothing but cannolis and canoodling with Zach.
Yeah, well, I haven't talked to Lindsay,|since she ran out of Caleb's.
- Well, you should talk to her.
|- She won't talk to anyone.
I don't know.
|Maybe it'll all work out for the best.
Yeah, maybe.
You don't think that's God|trying to tell us anything, do you? I'm not gonna take that chance.
|I've got to talk to Lindsay.
Yeah? You think we should stick together?|Kind of two by two, like Noah did? He's very wise, Ryan.
He had a beard.
Just rain, can't hurt us.
Not worse than our women can.
It's 10:00.
|Are you going to stay in bed all day? Maybe.
I like it here.
Oh, I feel like|like we've become like strangers.
Well, I was taught never|to talk to strangers.
- Funny.
|- Not trying to be.
- I'm sorry you're upset.
|- Really? 'Cause last time I checked,|everything was all my fault.
- I never said that.
|- Not in those exact words.
Hello? - Sandy?|- Rebecca.
Now I'm up.
I wanted to run, Sandy.
|I, um, got on a bus.
I was on my way, but I realized I couldn't|leave without saying good-bye.
Well, as long as you don't flee, we|have a chance with your case.
Please stay where you are.
- Hey.
|- Good morning, Maris Oh.
I didn't know you had|a friend over last night.
- I'm Julie Cooper Nichol.
|- Alex.
Ah, so, you're the feisty|young lady Caleb mentioned.
Well, I was just making bagels.
I figure if the Cohens|can do it, why can't we? Oh, none for me, thanks.
|I don't eat breakfast.
Oh, that's very punk of you.
You know,|I used to like the punk in my day.
Mom! Oh, you're right, Marissa.
|It still is my day.
I was just being modest.
|Oh.
We'll be keeping kosher in no time.
So how about this weather, huh?|It's unbelievable.
Yeah.
I think I have to go.
|But very nice to meet you.
Oh.
Rock on.
She seems nice.
And you know, I have no problem|if you want a friend to stay over.
It's just if you could|let me know beforehand.
Oh, you didn't get the memo? You know what, Marissa, I don't think it's too much to ask to know|what's going on underneath my roof.
That's all.
Oh, you want to know|what's going on with me.
I'm going to tell you the truth.
|No screaming, no crying, just the truth.
You have no idea how happy|it makes me to hear that.
Hold that thought|Alex is my girlfriend.
I know, and I'm so happy that|you've made a new friend, although I hope you keep seeing Summer.
No, Mom, not my friend who's a girl,|my girlfriend.
- What are you doing?|- You wouldn't open the door.
- It's 'cause I don't want to see anyone.
|- Please let me in.
I rode my bike here.
Bicycle.
Monsoon.
|Seriously flawed plan.
Freezing.
Come on.
- Are you okay?|- Yeah.
Hold on.
Okay, come here.
Well, you could have opened|the door for me a half hour ago.
Uh, I thought you were Caleb,|showing up to drive me to my DNA test.
He scheduled you a DNA test? It was either that or the pony.
- So you're not going?|- Mm, no way.
Well, you're going somewhere.
Yeah, I was going to pack up|to move in with my dad, but since he might not be my dad, uh,|I was thinking about packing up for I don't know, maybe|I don't know, Chicago.
- Whoa.
"I don't know, Chicago"?|- Yeah.
We have family there.
Actual, no-doubt-about-it, family.
And my mom is thinking that|it getting out about her and Caleb, that maybe the best thing would be|to start over.
And you'd go with her? Well, if Caleb's not my dad,|what else can I do? Except you don't know he's not your dad.
I don't know that I want to know.
It's not going to stop|until you know the truth.
And besides, if you are his daughter,|at least you'll have reason to stay.
I mean your other reason.
I don't know, Ryan.
"DNA test" just sounds so sci-fi scary.
I'll go with you.
Who looks good in this much yellow? Aye-aye-aye.
Zach? Thank God.
Look, I really|don't know about this dress.
Hi.
Just your friendly|neighborhood Seth Cohen.
Okay.
What? Well, I look stupid in hats,|and I don't have a raincoat, so Spider-Man here is really the only|protective, waterproof headgear I own.
Well, it's too bad you weren't|wearing protective headgear when you were dropped|on your head as a child.
Zing.
So listen.
Um, I know that my visits to your bedroom|are probably getting a little bit repetitive.
- Hmm, you are helping me miss you less.
|- Oh, well, that's great.
- You're really going, huh?|- Yeah, of course I'm going.
How could I not be?|I am in his sister's wedding.
You are? Why do you think I look|like lemon meringue? - Bridesmaid's dress.
|- You're a bridesmaid? Wow, that's really, uh|Guess you and Zach are really serious.
Cohen, are we going to do this again? Or did you, like, actually|come here to advance the plot? You're, like, part of his family.
Okay, the reason I came|by is to tell you uh, you need to take a special plug for|the outlets there, for your hair dryer.
Don't want you|to brown out western Europe.
Good-bye again.
And, uh, you have|a safe flight.
Yes.
Bon voyage.
- Thanks for coming.
|- Well, it wasn't easy.
Rains in Southern California,|all of a sudden nobody can drive.
You're shaking.
- Sandy, I don't want to run anymore.
|- Come back with me.
And do what? Sit in jail?|Destroy your marriage? My marriage has nothing|to do with your case.
Come back with me.
We'll explore amnesty,|or some kind of plea bargain.
I think we can make this right.
- I told her.
|- You told who what? My mom, about us.
|I can't believe it, but I did.
- What you, uh, you told her?|- Well, I thought you'd be happy.
No, I it just depends.
|Did you tell her to piss her off? Hey, look, I told her|so this could be real.
For us.
So what happens now? She's probably having a meltdown|as we speak, so I can't go home.
- So stay here.
|- You sure? But first, let's get you|out of these wet clothes.
Thanks for coming with me.
Hey, what's more romantic|than a DNA test? Maybe we can donate kidneys|one Saturday night.
Now we're talking.
So if in 24 hours, it turns out Caleb|is my dad, then what? You talking dirty to me?|Sorry.
Well, if the test comes back positive,|then he'll adopt you, right? Right.
Except I don't know|if I want him to adopt me.
Well, you're not going to Chicago,|so let's just forget about that option.
No, I I know that.
|I couldn't handle the cold and the wind.
- It is the Windy City.
|- I'm not a big fan of deep dish pizza.
- Thin crust, only way to go.
|- I couldn't be without you.
So I come in right below pizza.
|That's good to know.
Yeah, well, a girl's got to eat.
Right.
What are you doing here|late on a Saturday? Oh, hey, Julie.
I'm just trying|to distract myself and failing.
- What about you?|- Same.
So how long is this weather|supposed to last? - News says 24 hours.
|- I don't think my hair can take it.
- I don't know if my marriage can.
|- Ooh.
Gossip? You have no idea.
Want to break into Caleb's liquor|cabinet, dish some dirt? - I'd like to use this on Caleb sometimes.
|- I know what you mean.
- More scotch?|- Sure, why not? Nothing like a rainy day to reflect|on what a mess your life is, huh? I mean, not yours per se.
|It was, you know, the universal you.
My life is a pretty big mess.
|I may even beat you on that one.
Oh, I don't think so,|honey, but go ahead.
Well, my husband is currently transporting|a fugitive who used to be his ex-girlfriend.
Oh.
Well, I'll see your fugitive former|flame and raise you a lesbian daughter.
Marissa?|Well, I'm sure it's just a phase.
It was for me.
|And it is for you, too.
- You guys will work it out.
|- I'm not so sure.
No, Kirsten, seriously,|you have to work it out.
I mean, I couldn't|handle it if you didn't.
You two are, like, the moral center|of the universe.
You're you're Sandy and Kirsten.
Yeah, well, now we're Sandy|and Kirsten and Rebecca.
- Oh, no.
Police.
|- Take it easy.
We're fine.
Sir, the road is completely|washed out ahead.
We need you to turn around.
We should|have the road open by morning.
- Not till morning?|- Yes, sir.
There's lodging a few miles back.
- Thank you.
|- You're welcome.
You're listening to Boyz II Men? I can think of no sadder song|in the whole world.
So I'm guessing it didn't go well.
Unless I can think of one last grand|romantic gesture, Summer's gone.
You know, I remember when|I first heard about Summer.
You were sailing and you said|you named your boat after her.
Which I thought was a little weird,|considering you never actually talked to her.
Eureka, Ryan.
I can't believe I just|said eureka.
That's okay.
That's it.
- What's it?|- The thing to win her back.
The grand romantic gesture, that's going|to put Zachary's Euro trip to shame.
I shall take her on a sailing adventure|aboard the Summer Breeze.
- Except you sold the boat for bus fare.
|- I did.
Damn it.
Eureka, Ryan! I shall buy back|the Summer Breeze.
Yes.
Except with what money? Okay, if I wanted my parade rained on,|I would just step outside.
Let me ask you something.
|Do you like the shape of the idea, even? - Definitely.
|- Okay, great, so all I need is money.
Hang on.
|Yes, got the answer.
But before I say eureka again, do you see|any other potential flaws or holes in my plan? - No|- Then, eureka, Ryan.
U-freaking-reka! Turn this music off.
It's depressing me.
Come in.
Uh, you're listening to Boyz II Men?|This song is so sad.
- Yeah.
I was waiting for Motown Philly.
|- Oh, right.
Hey, thanks.
Oh, my God.
|You're taking all that? Well, yeah.
I don't want|the Italians to think I have bad style.
- I am representing America.
|- Well, that's very patriotic of you.
I just we're going to be backpacking.
|You know, going from hostel to hostel.
Ew.
You haven't seen hostile|until you put me up in one.
No, it'll be fun, an adventure.
Look, and also, don't you think it's a little|much that I'm in your sister's wedding? I mean, after all,|I've only met her, like, once.
No, I told you, she doesn't have very many|friends.
She's very alienating and severe.
- Do you not want to come?|- No.
Yes.
I just I have to get a special plug|for my hair dryer.
- I already got you one.
|- Of course you did.
- Seth! You here to fight crime? No, actually, I'm here to get|my job back.
No.
No, no, no, no.
What, you were, like,|the flakiest employee in Bait Shop history.
You think that's an easy accomplishment?|What about Homer the beer guy? And how long would you be planning|on keeping your job this time? Until I can make $500.
So however long|that is,please.
Alex, Alex, Alex, please.
I don't know, Seth.
With great power|comes great responsibility.
Yes, oh, thank you.
Listen to me.
It's going to be like no one ever peed|in the bathrooms ever.
Okay, the only other thing,|though, is I kind of need an advance.
Well, you're lucky today was payday.
Hey, Alex, should I be getting dressed|or are we going back to bed? Oh my God.
- Oh, my God.
|- Oh, my God.
Let me get this straight.
|You broke up with me for Marissa.
Do you want your money? Hey, who better than a superhero|understands secret identity.
Now hold on.
I just want|to make sure I have the visual.
Okay, I got it, great.
Thank you.
|Hey, listen, Alex.
Thank you.
Both of you, for everything.
I mean,|keep doing what you're doing.
I like it.
So what'll it be,|Ding Dongs or cheese sticks? Well, this is a dessert wine,|so I'd say Ding Dongs, of course.
Oh, really?|Well, this is one classy picnic.
We got washed-out road,|rainstorm, cheap motel Cheap wine.
Has all the makings|of a great slasher movie.
- Getting stuck here overnight?|- Well, that's El Nino for you.
Or fate.
Here we are all alone,|no one knows where we are.
It's like nothing else exists.
Tomorrow we head back to reality,|but for now it's just us.
Except it's not just us.
|It hasn't been just us for 20 years.
I got to call Kirsten say goodnight.
I appreciate you selling me|my boat back.
When I sold it, I was in desperate|straits.
Low blood sugar, no snacks.
Listen, just a heads up.
|I made some modifications to her.
Modifications, terrific.
That's very Melville|of you, referring to the boat as a she.
Dear God.
She's a slut.
- Hello?|- Hey, honey.
- I tried you last night.
|- I got your messages.
I, uh, I passed out early.
|It was a long day at the office.
Well, I was hoping the rain|would have stopped by now, and then they said|that the road opened up, but Right.
The conveniently washed out road.
Believe me when I tell you-|I'm walking home if I have to.
Just get home.
One way or the other.
I'll see you soon.
- You got a minute?|- Not really.
Well, I would like to talk to you|about your friend Alex.
- I'm sure you would, Mom.
|- Look, Marissa.
I experimented, too, when I was your age.
Albeit it involved a little Motley Crue|and a lot of Jager.
Whoa, way too much information.
I'm just saying I understand|that this is a phase, but I won't make a big deal|out of it if you don't.
Right.
This way you avoid|any public embarrassment.
- Where are you going?|- I'm moving out.
What? You have my cell if Caleb kicks and you|need help counting your cash.
- So what's the plan here?|- We get the boat in the pool.
I get Summer to come over.
Voilà.
You take Summer for a spin|in the pool in the Gimme Sex.
It's a symbolic gesture, Ryan, and one that will get Summer|to fall back in love with me, okay? Oh, by the way- our exes are dating|each other now.
Marissa and Alex- no longer|welcome in the red states.
That I wouldn't have predicted.
- Think it's for real?|- God, I hope so.
I just want them to I'm not even going to ask why|there's a boat in the living room.
It's an objective correlative, Mother.
|I'm getting Summer back.
Lindsay called.
The tests are back.
|She wants us to go with her.
So this is it, right? There's not another|room full of Samsonite somewhere? I promise.
Thank you.
Ooh, you know what? I forgot|Princess Sparkle.
I can't go without her.
As long as you leave her stable,|I'll meet you in the car.
- Hello?|- Hey, Summer, it's me.
- Why am I not surprised?|- So, uh, what are you doing? Gee, don't know, leaving|for the airport to go to Italy.
Listen to me.
Summer, I have something|I want to show you, okay? And not in a creepy way.
Cohen, what you're selling,|I ain't buying.
Okay, Summer.
Before you get on that plane,|I need you to give me one last shot, okay? You had your shot.
Remember when we|were dating and you sailed away? That's what I want to talk to you about.
No.
You have no right to do this to me.
|Not now.
Okay? I'm hanging up.
Okay, then just tell me this I mean, when you're with him, is it|is it like what we had? You know, I can't remember|that far back, and clearly, Cohen, what we had, it wasn't|as awesome as what you had with Ryan.
Otherwise you wouldn't have left.
|So you know what, now I'm leaving you.
Summer, will you please Someone please say something? There's a lot, been a lot of rain, lately.
It's|nice to see you / Yeah, it's nice to see you, too.
Yeah, I-I feel much more relaxed.
Lindsay, no matter what happens,|you'll always be a part of the family.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
Hello.
Thank you for waiting.
Our results demonstrate|we have a match.
Caleb Nichol is the father|of Lindsay Wheeler Gardner.
I knew you were my daughter.
Boyz II Men, huh?|Guess it didn't go well.
I just hope they get|the sex over with early.
Like, just join the Mile High Club|over the Atlantic or something.
- I'm sorry, man.
|- What happened with Lindsay? - She's Caleb's daughter.
|- Hey, that's great.
- Wait.
I don't know.
Is it?|- She's moving in with him.
She went home to talk|everything over with her mom.
You want, you want to help move her,|get your mind off Summer? Ah, the schlepping of heavy things.
|Comfort for the weary soul.
I'll pass.
- Well, you can't sit here and mope.
|- No, I know.
I've got a plan.
Got the satellite fired up.
They're showing a marathon|of Sherman Oaks, the Real Valley.
So What's that? Mm.
Apparently The Valley, it's got its|own reality show knockoff, and, you know, why watch the angst of fictional characters when|you can watch real people in contrived situations? Could you turn, the music up on your|way out, please? Thanks.
Oh, lay off your brakes.
|Can't anyone drive in this weather? Sandy, relax.
Please.
Can we talk about last night? No, we've got nothing to talk about,|other than your case and this traffic.
- So what we had meant nothing?|- It meant everything to me then.
But that was then.
Now I've got a family|that I love and I'm not throwing that away, and I gotta get back to Newport|and make sure they know that.
- Sandy!|- Whoa! - Are you okay?|- Yeah, I think I think so.
Hey! You guys all right? Yeah! A little bruised and|battered, but we're okay.
I already called 911! Cops are on|the way, with a tow truck, ambulance - All right! Thank you!|- All right! - What are you doing?|- I can't do this.
I gotta go.
The cops are coming.
They're going|to arrest me, maybe arrest you.
So we'll talk to them.
I'm going|to chalk last night up to fate.
- I've got to do the same here.
|- You can't run again.
What choice do I have? Now my father's gone and|you, I You're right.
What we had was a long time ago.
I gotta let it go and let you go.
See you, Sandy Cohen.
So, your father's flight|doesn't leave D.
C.
until 11:00.
He's lucky he doesn't have|to fly in this weather.
Oh, sorry.
Oh, I'm really excited that I finally get|to meet your dad.
He sounds really cool.
Oh, um did Dad make|reservations at the Uffizi? Oh, he sure did.
|Can't wait to see the Botticellis.
The Birth of Venus is amazing in person.
- Are you a fan of Botticelli?|- Yes.
Yes, I am.
Although I prefer his earlier work.
|You know, the comedies.
I'm going to go get a magazine.
Would you|like People, Us Weekly, In Touch? Anything? - I could take an Economist.
|- I could use a Xanax.
You have one new message.
Hey, it's me.
|Look, perhaps you're screening.
Perhaps you're being screened by security.
|I just I just wanted to say sorry to leave things like that, okay? And|I hope you have a good trip.
I really do.
And somebody else here|wants to say something.
Captain Oats is a horse of few words,|but he said he'd like you to travel safe and, uh he said we'll miss you,|so Okay.
Okay.
Bye.
- there's no more closet space.
|- No.
I know.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I can learn|to live with less shoes.
Oh, I got to get to work.
Hey, you want|to walk me? I love walking in the rain.
Sure.
Cool.
Oh, uh garbage day is tomorrow.
|Do you mind taking out the cans? And rent is due the first day|of the month.
Okay.
Rent.
I know.
It's really real, huh?|No turning back.
It's real.
I bet you never did anything|this crazy before.
I'm going to grab my jacket.
- All packed?|- Getting there.
Call Caleb?|Let him know you were coming? No.
Because I'm not.
Ryan, I talked it over with my mom.
|And I want to go with her to Chicago.
And I thought Do I really want to be|Caleb Nichol's daughter? It's not the life I want.
And, as hard as it is to leave you,|I can't leave my mom.
She's the only family|I've ever really had.
I get it.
Here we go, buddy.
|Hours of mind-numbing escapism.
The satellite's out?|Aw I refuse to be denied this one|small pleasure.
This I can fix.
I need you.
The flight's been delayed a couple|of hours because of the weather.
My sister is having an anxiety attack.
What's the matter? She's really superstitious, and she thinks this whole thing is a|sign that she shouldn't marry Rudolpho.
I don't know.
|Maybe a girl's point of view? Sure.
Are you coming? - I can't do it.
|- Okay, I'll talk to her myself.
No.
I mean, I can't go.
I can't do this.
The truth be told, I didn't think|you'd make it past security.
I'm really sorry.
You can't fight fate.
- You took the bus.
|- I told you.
Nothing is keeping me from you.
Is it over? I promise you, it never started.
Uh Help? Anyone? Mom? Thanks for walking me.
Are you sure you don't want to come in?|The band is really, really good.
Oh, no.
I should get back.
The dishes|aren't going to wash themselves.
Are you okay? Cohen?|Cohen! Help! Someone! Anyone! - Cohen?|- Summer? Oh, my - What are you doing here?|- What do you think, Cohen?