The O.C. (2003) s02e16 Episode Script

- Previously, on The O.
C.
|- What are you doing here? Take a look.
|Tell me how much it's worth.
I'll write you a check|for $50,000 right now.
I was thinking more like $500,000.
- Hi, Carter.
|- Pleasure to meet you.
- Ever been married?|- I am married.
You're not wearing a ring.
Where's your ring? I guess I'm not the only one|she lies to.
I know my daughter.
|Marissa's only been in love once.
And he looked a whole lot different|in a wife-beater.
- Do you miss him?|- Every day.
It's hard to believe,|but spring is here.
Yeah.
This year's just flying by.
Yeah.
And, you know, I gotta say,|this year, not as good as last.
- You think?|- I do.
I mean, look, we all tried|some new things and that was fun.
Yard guys, illegitimate daughters,|less fighting, more live music.
Well, maybe you remember last year|as better because it was all new.
You think I've sentimentalized|the past out of proportion? Yeah.
Come on.
|We can't keep living in last year.
Sure we can.
|And check this out, man.
Things are going back|to the way they were.
I'm back with Summer,|you're single again.
I know where this is going.
Yeah, it's going to|the Harbor School Pep Rally Bonfire.
Come on.
You could rally|a little pep, couldn't you? - Especially if you invited along|- Don't say it.
It would be so last year though.
Nothing's going on with me|and Marissa.
So there's just no feelings|there whatsoever? - You couldn't care less?|- It's not about that.
Besides, she's clearly already taken.
Bye.
I don't know.
|I don't see any chemistry.
Maybe we should ask them to kiss,|real slow-like.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
I couldn't help but notice|the bonfire banner.
Don't talk to me about it.
|It's been so stressful.
I can't even find someone|to design the bonfire.
- You guys coming?|- Don't know.
A pep rally.
Yeah, a bonfire pep rally.
|You bet we are.
Okay, cool.
Well, I'm gonna be late.
You're going the way of lockers and|classrooms.
Why don't you walk her? That would be a nice gesture.
- Okay.
Thanks.
|- No problem.
- Live in the now, Seth.
|- I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that.
Bye.
- Hi.
|- Hey.
Oh, no, don't even|think about it, Cohen.
We've lived through enough|of their suffering.
Yeah.
And it was awesome.
Do not meddle with them.
|They're, like, combustible.
Yeah, Summer, and what better place|for said combustion than the Harbor School|Pep Rally Bonfire? - You're kind of creeping me out.
|- I'm okay with that.
Wait, Summer.
Come back.
All right, nice and easy.
|Now, start that shoulder turn.
Keep your eye on that ball.
|Maintain the spine angle.
Come on.
Turn those shoulders.
Finish that turn.
Feel that weight shift.
|Do you feel the? All right, I'm just gonna stand here|nice and quietly.
But supportively.
That was good.
Your feet were busy.
|Quiet your feet down.
- Come on, try it again.
|- No more tries.
I hate golf.
I suck at golf.
|I no longer wanna play golf.
- You could only get better.
|- I'll have to take your word for it.
Come on.
We could play together.
|You look so cute in that visor.
I do? I gotta go.
We're putting together|our first issue of Newport Living trying to figure out what photo|of Julie to use.
Talk about Sophie's Choice.
Who'd you finally get to edit|the Medusa Monthly? Carter Buckley.
He's really great.
He wants to take it|beyond gossip and dish.
Focus on culture, the local art scene.
So it's really more of a pamphlet|than a magazine.
Carter Buckley.
|Now, what's he done before? A bunch of stuff.
|A magazine called The Ugly American.
National Geographic, GQ.
And he self-published a magazine|called Revolution.
- You've gotta be kidding.
|- You know it? That was the magazine|of Berkeley's left wing.
Portraits of the misunderstood,|the marginalized, the crackpots.
- An entire magazine about losers.
|- But loveable ones.
I read it religiously.
I'm impressed.
|You know, I'd love to meet him.
Well, I'll set something up.
- You found your wedding ring.
|- Yeah.
Behind some cushions.
Thanks for the lesson.
- Hello, Marissa.
|- Hey, Cohen.
- You seem stressed, a little distracted.
|- Yeah, well, it's this bonfire.
It would be really great|if we had, you know, a bonfire.
Well, Coop,|I think I got what ails you.
First of all,|only Summer calls me Coop.
I figured, we're back together now and if A equals C and B equals C|then A equals B.
- Know what I'm saying?|- No.
I really don't.
So, what's your plan?|Who's your social-chair savior? - Ryan.
|- Mr.
Water Polo? I don't think so.
Yeah, but think about this.
|That guy worked and- No, no.
He toiled in an actual construction job.
Also, he enjoys architecture|and burning stuff down.
He did torch Caleb's model home.
- I don't know.
You think he'd say yes?|- To you? How could he resist.
Especially now that Lindsay's gone.
|The kid's kind of blue.
It might be good for him.
Distract him.
|And it would be fun.
Yes.
Yes.
Although I personally|don't see the appeal, yes.
- All right, that's a good idea.
Thanks.
|- Don't mention it.
Seriously, don't.
|Especially to Summer.
Hello, Mother.
No, I'm not coming home, okay? Bye.
Please do not- She's such a little me.
Okay, like you're not creepy enough,|you're appearing in doorways now? - Trouble at home?|- Like I'd open up to you.
- I'm here if you need me.
|- I'll keep that in mind.
- What do you want?|- My money.
Again, good to know.
- How'd you get past security?|- Charm and good looks.
- I know you've got this magazine ready.
|- Get out, Lance.
This is not the moment when you want|your perfect reputation undone by one bad decision|and not so flattering lighting.
You got three days|to give me my money or everyone in Newport's gonna see|a lot more than your face.
Traffic was terrible.
|Is Carter here yet? Mr.
Buckley left a voicemail at around|3:30 a.
m.
Said don't expect him today.
Three-thirty? Did he say why? No.
But I couldn't understand|everything on the message.
- He was slurring.
|- You're kidding.
Well, I guess Julie and I|will proceed without him.
- Oh, hey, Kiks.
Can't make the meeting.
|- Is something up? Just a critical personal emergency.
|But nothing important.
I guess the meeting's cancelled.
I can try Mr.
Buckley,|see if he's changed his mind.
No.
I'll take care of it.
So how are you and Alex? You know, really great.
- Really great? Or really great?|- Really great.
Thanks for clearing that up for me.
Tell Seth never to call me Coop again.
|He ruined the nickname.
- Cohen called you Coop? When?|- Earlier.
Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting.
No, actually,|I was hoping I'd run into you.
- Yeah? You were?|- You were? I was.
I need someone to build|the bonfire for us and I figured, who else|has worked in construction- - Has burned down a house?|- Yeah.
Exactly.
And I thought it would be fun|working together.
- You did?|- You did? Besides, if you don't do it then the water|polo team's not gonna have a pep rally.
Well, we can't have that happen.
- Sure, yeah, okay.
|- You'll do it? - That's great.
Isn't that great?|- It's great! - What's great?|- Ryan's gonna build the bonfire for us.
Hey, great idea, you two.
I love that.
Making it happen|on behalf of the school.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know,|the idea is just inspired.
Well, I've got a big test|to study for so it looks like I'll be eating|in the library.
So long.
Oh, come on.
Do you have to go?|You know, will you two excuse me? So thanks again.
|I'll see you after school? - Yeah, sure.
|- Okay.
My place? - Your place with Alex?|- Yeah.
Is that a problem? - No.
|- Okay.
No problem at all.
No, I looked in the box.
This computer|does not have an access key.
Look, all I wanna do|is check my e-mail.
No! Do not transfer me.
- You must have been talking to Marissa.
|- Julie, you scared me.
- More than usual.
|- Always a pleasure, Sanford.
Only Caleb gets to call me Sanford|because he won't not.
- What are you doing here?|- Official business.
And as a new client,|I'm not impressed.
If this is a marital issue,|I have to decline.
- Caleb's got me on retainer.
|- Caleb and I are just fine.
And, well, I'm trying|to keep it that way.
Well, I This is the first time in my life|I'm actually speechless.
It was the '80s.
|I was young, I had no money and - It was the '80s.
|- That explains everything.
I'm not gonna give you|my whole sob story.
Needless to say,|I never thought that it would resurface.
- So where did this come from?|- The auteur behind this masterpiece.
His name is Lance Baldwin.
|He's an ex.
So you started with a porn producer|and you ended up with Caleb.
- See, I'd consider that a lateral move.
|- He wants half a million.
Or he goes public on the eve|of Newport Living's launch.
- You've gotta go to the cops.
|- No.
Sandy, no cops.
And before you even suggest it,|no Caleb.
- I am so not the guy for this.
|- Sandy.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Forget the company or my marriage.
If Marissa ever found about this I mean, she's already moved out|on me.
She won't take my calls.
She would never speak to me again.
It's all right, Julie.
You deal with Marissa|and I'll deal with the colonel.
It's a Boogie Nights reference.
Expect a lot of them.
- Don't worry about it.
I wasn't reading.
|- What the hell is your problem, Cohen? You're interrupting very studious people.
|Like me.
Okay.
All right.
- Now no one can hear you scream.
|- What is your problem, woman? You are.
What did I tell you|about messing with them? I was concerned the water polo team|wouldn't have a pep rally so I suggested it|for the good of the school.
- Cohen.
|- They belong together.
- No, they don't.
|- Yes, they do.
It's me and you, and Ryan and Marissa.
|That's the way it should be.
Listen up, asshat.
Ryan and Marissa separate,|both great people that I love.
Together, disaster.
|So stay away from them, all right? Or otherwise, more than the bonfire|is going up in flames.
I can make no promises.
Hey, what's up? Nothing.
I just wanted to see|what you were up to.
We haven't had time to hang.
I know.
I just have this project|to work on after school with Ryan.
With Ryan? - What thing?|- This bonfire pep rally.
You never mentioned a pep rally.
Yeah, I kind of have a handle|on your sense of school spirit.
Yeah, good point.
So I guess|I'll just see you at home.
- Hello?|- Yeah, sorry.
I'll see you later.
Hello! Anyone here? Kirsten.
Sorry, private party.
We had a meeting!|You wanna explain what happened? Oh, it was just a little thing I like to call|my wedding anniversary.
- You're divorced.
|- No wonder this party sucks.
I see you found your ring.
|Must mean you're still married.
Thanks for stopping by.
Look, I'm sorry I just stopped by.
But you could apologize|for blowing off the meeting.
Right.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry for all the future meetings|I'm gonna miss.
You see, now you don't have to|feel bad about firing me.
Maybe you're not in the best frame|of mind to be having this discussion.
I'm gonna be less self-loathing|if I'm sober? Come on, I work for a rag|about Julie Cooper-Nichol.
- No, it's about culture, it's about art.
|- Oh, come on, Kirsten.
This magazine is just a photo opportunity|for 55-year-old women with 25-year-old breasts.
But this is a chance to turn|this community upside down be subversive, irreverent.
I'd rather be drunk.
You see, Oats.
It's even the same|on The Valley.
Last year was just better.
You and Captain Oats catching up? Yeah.
Does he seem grumpy|to you these days? Yeah.
I know how he feels.
|This bonfire thing is a disaster.
Oh, yeah.
You and Marissa|working on the bonfire together.
- That's pretty cool, huh?|- Not so far.
I did a bunch of designs|but they all suck.
Yeah, well, I'm sure whatever|you come up with Marissa will love you.
It.
- There's nothing going on.
|- It's none of my business.
Hey, you guys cool|fending for yourselves for dinner? - Sure.
|- Your mother's at work, and I gotta run.
- But I'm leaving you money for pizza.
|- Thanks.
- You two all right?|- Yeah.
Just school project.
- Ryan's working with Marissa.
|- You and Marissa.
That's nice.
Just like last year.
You and Mom have been working a lot.
|Everything all right? Yeah, yeah.
Everything's fine.
|Just busy.
I feel like there's maybe been some|kind of tension recently.
You're married to someone for 20 years,|you're bound to hit a few bumps.
It takes work,|but we love each other.
- Good.
|- Okay.
I'll see you.
- All right.
|- Bye.
Did you hear that, Ryan?|Love takes work.
- You referring to me and Marissa?|- I'm staying out of that.
You go work on your cool bonfire.
|Me and Oats are gonna order in.
- Hey, can I borrow Captain Oats?|- Sure.
But he's a poor substitute|for a broken heart.
Oats, if he touches you|anywhere weird and by weird I mean I want you to neigh as loud as you can.
See, you're punching people.
|That's very last year.
It's cool though.
- What?|- Well, it's nice to see you too, sweetie.
Hello.
I haven't been vaccinated.
|What do you want? Well, I thought that we could talk|face to face.
- May I come in?|- No.
Don't you think you're taking this a|little too far? You enjoy living in squalor? You and Caleb don't live here.
|Can't be that disgusting.
- I could make you come home.
|- What, call the cops? - I'd tell them about you.
|- I'll take your credit cards.
- I'll get a job.
|- You? Doing what? Or maybe I'll just steal.
|You know I'm really good at that.
Marissa, come home.
Please.
Don't throw away your future|just because you hate me.
We've all done things in life|that we regret, but it is never too late.
- The door's always open.
|- Not this one.
Alex, hey.
You're in my room.
Which never happened|when we were dating.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
|You trying on new clothes or something? No, actually.
I'm trying on clothes|from last year.
Come in.
Hi.
What's going on? I know this is weird,|but I need your advice.
It's about Marissa.
Okay.
Well, I'm a little fuzzy|on your guys' relationship so perhaps you have some photos,|or a video or things you- - I was just trying to be thorough.
|- It's not about me and Marissa.
This is about Marissa and Ryan.
- I have a sense about them.
|- Yeah, I have a lot of Penguin to try on.
So there is something going on.
If you were this sensitive and neurotic|when we dated, it might have worked.
I really, really have fallen hard|for this girl.
Please, will you tell me|if I'm fighting for a lost cause? Are they just one of those couples|that will always be a couple? Is this about the other night|at the mall? What, no?|I know all about the mall, why? Okay, so big deal.
|They slept in a tent together.
- A lot of friends would do that.
|- I'm sorry.
Did you just say tent? Did you think I said that? No, no.
What|did you think? Did you think I said tent? - No, I was saying they repented.
|- Marissa forgot to mention that.
- It wasn't a big deal.
|- You've been very helpful.
I wasn't even trying to meddle.
|I was saying Summer's gonna kill me.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
- Come in.
|- Great, thanks.
Sorry about the mess.
|We're between maids.
How do you survive? - So where's Alex?|- Working.
- Got it.
|- Just us.
- Keep going.
|- Okay.
Let's see.
- Captain Oats!|- Yeah.
Seth let us borrow him|for the bonfire.
- We're not gonna burn him, are we?|- No, no.
He's our inspiration.
We'll build a scale model so we'll know|how much wood to use for the real thing.
- Oh, a Trojan horse.
|- Exactly.
So, what do you think? I think it's perfect.
Yeah, it's not bad.
|So let's get started.
How are you with popsicle sticks? Really good.
- You got a warrant?|- You're not suspicious, are you? I'm Sandy Cohen.
|I'm Julie Cooper's attorney.
- And I'm a huge fan of your work.
|- You got my money? I'm here to negotiate.
Is this gonna be a three way?|Because my rate doubles.
Why don't you go grab some more|smokes at the store.
We got business.
You know the offer.
Five hundred grand|makes this thing go away.
That's no offer.
That's extortion.
|She's willing to pay you $50,000 which could finance|a handful of your masterpieces.
You need to add another zero.
Otherwise, this thing is streaming live|on the Internet in 72 hours.
- You really think anyone's gonna care?|- I think Julie will.
Enough to save her magazine.
|Her marriage.
- Well, you'll be hearing from me.
|- It's been a pleasure.
- This is gonna be great.
|- Glad you liked it.
Yeah, and I'm glad Seth|suggested you for the job.
- Seth suggested me?|- Yeah, why? Nothing.
|He's kind of stuck in the past.
He thinks that now that he's back|with Summer that You know.
- Yeah.
Crazy.
|- Totally.
Yeah.
Good night.
Hey! You almost hit me.
- I'm sorry.
I'll try again.
|- What do you think you're doing? Let me try to put it in a way|you'll understand.
Stay away from her! - There's nothing going on.
|- What? Studying late together,|sharing a sleeping bag.
- Yeah, there's nothing going on at all!|- Hey, listen to me.
No, you listen to me.
|Don't go near my girlfriend again.
You understand me now? Walk away.
I'm gone.
- I'm sorry I missed you last night.
|- I'm sorry I missed you too.
- The all-consuming magazine.
|- And you were? - Also at work.
On a new case.
|- Another Newport calamity? No, this is one I've never seen before.
|I hope to never see it again.
How about we log|a little quality time? I'd love to, but I have to work.
- With Carter Buckley?|- Actually, without.
It turns out that Newport Living|wasn't for him.
When he didn't show up for work,|I went by his place and I found him drowning|in self-pity and tequila.
Couple of weeks in Newport,|his spirit's crushed.
I'd never have thought|that possible.
He built a whole magazine around people who fought the system,|no matter the cost.
The guy was an inspiration to me.
You know that magazine|of his that you loved in college? - Do you happen to have a copy?|- Revolution? Yeah, I probably do.
It's probably in the office|or maybe the garage.
Hey, man.
|How'd it go last night with Marissa? - Things with Marissa went great.
|- Good.
Things with Alex, not so much.
- Alex was there?|- Yeah.
She threw a beer can at my head.
- What?|- And shoved me a couple times.
Yeah.
- Pretty hard actually.
|- That is one angry lesbian.
Okay, here's the thing.
I may have accidentally let a little|something slip about, you know - A tent?|- No, I didn't.
Yeah, okay, maybe.
|Yes, I did.
Why is she's making such a big deal?|There's something dirty about camping? And before Alex and I|had our friendly chat Marissa mentioned it was your idea|we work together.
I mentioned it,|but I shouldn't hog all the credit.
Stay out of it! Just because you're|back with Summer- I know.
You were just a lot happier|back then so - Well, that was then.
|- All right.
You have one new message.
Hey, I'm not gonna be able|to make it tonight.
But the wood's ordered, and you have|the plans, so everything should be fine.
Have fun.
Who was that? My mom.
More empty threats.
You were asleep last night|when I got home.
Yeah.
Yeah, I was really tired.
You should try sleeping in a tent.
|With Ryan.
But you already did that.
Look, I'm sorry.
|I was going to tell you that.
It's just,|I didn't wanna make it a big deal.
- But it wasn't, until you lied.
|- I didn't lie.
- I just-|- Lied? No big deal.
Please tell me|you have some good news.
Well, unfortunately, Lance is as sleazy|as he looks, but not as dumb.
He owns the rights|to the movie in perpetuity.
And you were a consenting adult,|so if he wants to make money off it it's his prerogative.
Sandy, there's gotta be some way|to stop him.
We could charge him with extortion,|get an injunction.
- But that would involve the authorities-|- No! Even if I paid him off, there's nothing|to stop him from leaking it anyway.
Look, I'll figure something out.
You worry about Marissa,|I'll handle the rest.
I can worry all I want,|it doesn't seem to help.
Why is the one person who knows|best for their child the last person that|child wants to hear from? We had a similar situation|with Seth last summer.
All I can say is that sometimes|it's not the message it's the messenger.
I don't know, Coop.
|It sounds like a pretty bad fight.
- Maybe you should just move home.
|- I can't.
Because you love Alex,|and wherever she is, that's your home? Because it would make my mom|too happy.
What was I thinking? Well, if you can't go to the bonfire|with Ryan then go home to Alex.
You can't ride two horses|with one ass.
It's a proverb.
Okay, well, Ryan's not going|to the bonfire.
Why? I thought it was like his idea.
He didn't say, but I know|it's because of Alex.
I'm confused.
|I thought Alex wasn't going.
She's not.
But Ryan and I were working late|at the apartment the other night and somehow she found out|about the mall and the tent.
- Well, I hadn't exactly told her about it.
|- If you didn't tell her then who did? I am going to kick his ass|back to last year! Hello.
Summer? Whose ass? Not now, Seth.
I'm busy.
Hi.
Sorry to interrupt you doing whatever|it is you were doing.
Brooding, is it? Yeah.
Right now I'm in the middle of|a major session, so if you could - What's going on?|- Well, actually I'm glad I caught you|before you go to the bonfire.
- I'm not going to the bonfire.
|- But you have to.
- You and Seth on the same team now?|- No, I'm on my own mission.
I need help.
With Marissa.
For whatever reason|that I don't quite understand she listens to you.
- She needs help.
|- Maybe she's happy where she is.
Do you think that Marissa|knows what she wants? She is in so far over her head|with this relationship.
She's skipping school,|staying out all hours risking everything important to her|to prove a point.
Okay.
So, what do you want me|to do about it? I know that she wants to come home.
If she does it for me,|she's letting me win.
But if she does it for you- No, I'm not getting into the middle|of Marissa's life.
Not again.
- Especially her relationship with Alex.
|- This is not about Alex.
It's about Marissa and her future.
Which we can both see|is slipping away from her.
Ryan, please.
Help me.
Convince her to come home.
You know that's what's for the best.
- What the hell are you doing here?|- Looking for Marissa.
This is you staying away? I'm here because of her mom.
- You and Julie Cooper a team now?|- Yeah.
Where is she? She's at her little bonfire.
- All right.
|- No, no.
You remember what I told you last night.
|You stay away from her.
- Or what?|- You wanna find out? - Sure.
|- You go down there, it's on.
Great.
You know, this sort of thing|used to be my specialty.
Oh, a little word of advice.
You gotta work this hard,|it's not working.
Is this board for the hind legs|or the front? It's just labeled leg.
- Front, I think.
|- Right or left? Guess.
The odds are fifty-fifty.
Marissa, the horse's head|seems to only fit the hindquarters.
What do we do?|We're running out of time.
I don't know, okay? - This is not my area of expertise.
|- Maybe I can help.
Hey, I thought you weren't coming.
Captain Oats was concerned|that he be well represented.
He's very self-conscious.
|He is Seth's horse.
- So are you gonna stick it out?|- Yeah.
If I'm needed.
Oh, yeah.
Hang on.
|Hey, everybody! This is Ryan.
He's gonna answer any and all|of your questions.
Okay, great.
That's a good question.
All right! Great.
That horse is gonna have its head|up its ass if we're not careful.
We need to rotate the neck|to the other side.
You guys in back take care of that.
I need you ladies right over there|to hoe that area.
Hoe that thing down.
We need to set|the tiki torches over here.
Hey, you with the gasoline.
Away from the fire.
|What are you doing, man? All right.
The sun's gonna be down|in an about hour.
We can make this happen,|okay, people! Let's go! Let's go! Well, that was a dirty trick.
- Haunting me with my past.
|- I was trying to inspire you.
You know, looking this thing over,|it feels like a lifetime ago.
What was I thinking making a magazine|all about losers? At least they were lovable ones.
Where'd you find this? A crusading idealist who remembers every word|of that magazine like it was yesterday.
My husband.
Well, I'll have to meet him.
So, what do you think? You in? You say subversive and irreverent,|I say Julie Cooper-Nichol.
- Where does that leave us?|- Pretty much lost.
That's pretty much|my favorite place to start.
I've got an idea.
|Okay, it's not really my idea Summer.
Hey, how are you? I hope you have Motrin in the house|because you're about to feel pain.
I wanted everyone to be happy.
Well, nice going.
|Now everybody is miserable.
You need to start apologizing,|starting with Ryan.
- Okay!|- Go! Ryan? You around?|I'm here to apologize.
- He's not here.
|- Yeah, I know.
I can see that.
- Well, where is he?|- You think he went to the bonfire? If so, we have a four-alarm emergency|on our hands.
Break out your hose.
- It's a metaphor.
|- I know.
- You got me my money?|- I got this.
Starting your own film company? What better star to hitch my wagon to|than Julie Cooper? You're buying the film? The master, the film, and the negatives.
|We're gonna meet your offer.
- A hundred bucks?|- Consider it a good-faith deposit.
I need two weeks.
I sign this, I get half a mil|in two weeks? That's right.
So you know, if one frame of this|leaks onto the Internet- I'm not saying that'd happen,|you seem like a stand-up guy.
- we're coming after you|for 10 times the amount.
It's called copyright infringement|and piracy.
And you could go to jail.
Hello? Some good news|and some not-so-good news.
Good news first, always.
You don't have to worry|about the movie surfacing.
As long as we pay him,|which is the bad news.
And where am I gonna|get this money? You have to talk to Caleb.
|Hopefully, he'll understand.
Yeah, sure he will.
|I am so screwed.
I know.
I saw the footage.
This is going great.
Not for long.
Hey, what are you doing here? - Are these your friends?|- Yeah.
They're here to see Ryan.
- You gotta be kidding me.
|- Why? You think this is funny? Hey, guys.
Stop it.
Guys, seriously, stop it, okay!|Cut it out! No, not you guys.
You guys are great.
|Go Harbor! This is between you and me.
- Fine, then let's talk, you and me.
|- Fine.
I like the wrist cuff.
You wanna tell me|what the hell is going on? - I just wanna talk.
|- You wanna talk? Tell me why you brought two skeezy|ex-cons to my school bonfire.
I am sorry I interrupted your bonfire!|It just seems like that's all you do lately.
I didn't realize moving in|meant giving up my life.
I didn't ask you to give up your life!|All I ever wanted was to be a part of it! This is my life, okay! That's it! So, what do you think? I think this is your life, and I don't fit in.
Pep rallies, cheerleaders.
- Boys.
|- Nothing happened with Ryan.
Yeah, not yet.
But what do you give it?|A week, a month? I really wanted this to work|between us.
Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you.
I'm sorry that I brought|two skeezy ex-cons to your bonfire.
Actually, only one of them|ever really served time but So, what happens now? Who knows? I think I might go back home save some money,|go back to school.
It actually looks kind of fun.
Yeah, from really far away.
Come on.
You're gonna miss|the human pyramid.
Okay.
Pretty good, huh? Not into the school-spirit thing.
|That's cool.
I'm sorry.
- It wasn't about you.
|- I know.
That's okay.
You okay? Yeah.
Now all that's left|is lighting the bonfire.
- I don't hear any screaming.
|- I don't see any ambulances.
- Maybe we're here just in time.
|- Or maybe someone was right all along.
Thanks.
You know what, this honor's yours.
We built it together.
|Let's burn it together.
Hey, I think Captain Oats|would be very proud or deeply disturbed by this visual.
- You guys, it's so good.
|- Thanks, Seth, for making it all happen.
Oh, you see that?|They're thanking me.
- That's nice.
|- So, what are you guys gonna do now? Feel like going home?