The O.C. (2003) s02e17 Episode Script

- Previously on The O.
C.
:|- Carter Buckley.
What's he done? He published a magazine|called Revolution.
I read it.
I'd love to meet him.
- Where'd you find this?|- My husband.
Well, I'll have to meet him.
This is not the moment when you want|your reputation undone.
You got three days or everyone is gonna see|a lot more than your face.
- I can't do it.
I'm really sorry.
|- You can't fight fate.
You and I are back together, maybe|Marissa and Ryan might get it together.
- So who are you?|- Whoever you want me to be.
All right, dinnertime!|How do you feel about chicken parm? That is simply unacceptable.
Hey, don't look at me.
|I'm the one who wanted Thai.
Carter, I am gonna|have to call you back.
Okay.
I barely recognize you without a wire|coming out of your ear.
Honey, I'm sorry.
It's just that we're|unveiling the magazine to advertisers in 67 hours.
At which point, I will|have some semblance of a life back.
Well, here's hoping.
And every time I do that,|you pause it.
Oh, yes.
|I thought I smelled Al Forno's.
- Thank you.
I'm starving.
|- Thanks.
Nice.
- See you later.
|- Whoa, no, no.
Sorry.
This is a family dinner.
No.
The sneak-attack family dinner.
- We walked right into it.
|- I have to work.
Ryan and I are in the middle|of a very crucial PlayStation game.
- It's like our Super Bowl.
|- I don't care.
Nobody here eats unless we sit down|and eat as a family.
No excuses.
Tonight and together.
|Now sit down.
Everybody.
Come on.
Great.
You too.
Family time's always best|when it's forced.
You're not gonna be invited|on the family trip I'm planning.
Ryan, you ever seen Mount Rushmore? - Could be work.
|- Summer gets mad if I'm not available.
- Marissa's supposed to call me.
|- I'll get the phone.
Nobody's taking any calls.
|It is dinnertime.
Hello? Just a second.
It's for you.
What? Ryan gets to talk on the phone|during dinner and I can't play PlayStation? Hello? Hey.
Really? When? Yeah.
No.
All right.
Yeah.
See you then.
That was Trey.
- Your brother?|- Yeah.
He's getting out of jail tomorrow.
- He wants me to pick him up in Chino.
|- There's that family trip you wanted.
Hey, what are you doing in here? There's bagels and cream cheese|in the kitchen.
- Yeah, I'm coming.
|- And yet you're sitting.
I guess I just needed a second|to brace myself for today.
Yeah.
Picking up your brother from prison.
|That is not not intense.
Have you talked to him|at all, since-? Last Thanksgiving when he tried|to get me to steal a car? No.
I kind of thought he was|out of my life for good.
Do you want him out of your life? I don't know.
Maybe.
He's my brother, but - The guy is trouble.
|- If you want my advice I mean, I Who am I kidding?|I'm totally out of my league.
I will say this, though.
|As your brother your other brother who's less related|to you, I officially have your back.
- Thanks, man.
|- All right.
Let's go.
Put your shoes on.
- The bagels are waiting.
|- Yes.
I know Trey is the only family|that Ryan has and I think we should help him But you're scared I'm gonna want|to adopt him? Honey, don't worry.
Trey is 20 years old and an ex-con.
|I don't think he wants to be adopted.
- Don't you think we gotta help?|- We don't know what effect this will have on Ryan.
|He's been doing so well.
Morning.
You might wanna switch|to a more neutral topic.
- I was just about to get you.
You ready?|- Sure.
Look, I appreciate you driving me|down to Chino but this shouldn't|have to be your problem.
Hey, if it's a Ryan problem,|it's a Cohen problem.
- Here you go.
For the road.
|- Thanks.
Dad, I think I should head down|to prison with you guys and take the day off school.
We all know I've had some,|well, behavioral issues this year and I think prison might be|just the thing to scare me straight.
Nice try.
Get to school.
Seth just said that Ryan went|to go pick up Trey from jail.
I wish I could've known.
So you could've gone? The last time|you two went to jail, it didn't go well.
Well, at least I could be there for him.
Coop, you sound extremely|girlfriend-y right now.
I'm just trying to be his friend, which is|the part we skipped over last time.
Besides, Ryan and Trey have|a very complicated relationship.
Speaking of which Zach? Oh, my God.
|I'm having a panic spiral.
- That's Zach on the Vespa?|- Yeah.
He was in Italy for so long I assumed he bought a villa|and opened an espresso bar.
- Are you gonna say hello?|- I can't.
I ditched him at the airport|in front of his family.
- Say something.
He's coming.
|- I'm about to get bitch-slapped.
- Hi, Zach.
Welcome back.
|- Hey, guys.
- Hey.
|- Or, wait: - How was Italy?|- Oh, it was amazing.
Probably the best vacation|of my life.
Oh, I'm gonna be late.
|Listen, great to see you guys.
Catch up with me at lunch.
|I got some awesome pictures.
- Okay.
|- Okay.
All right.
- Later.
|- Cool.
Bye.
Somebody totally spiked|that guy's gelato.
I guess you don't have to worry.
|He seems pretty okay.
Yeah, a little too okay.
I'm not buying it.
|He's hiding something.
Flashback? - A little bit.
|- It feels like 100 years since I got you out of juvie,|doesn't it? And he's been in here the whole time.
What would you say|if Trey stayed with us? At least for a little while.
I don't know.
If no one helps him, statistics say|he's back in jail within a year.
Trey's old enough to take care|of himself.
Little brother.
Good to see you, man.
- I'm Sandy Cohen.
|- Nice to finally meet you.
- You hungry?|- Starving.
All right.
Let's go.
So I think we hold on this shot of|the coast just a bit longer, just until - See, into this shot.
|- What are you two doing? Cutting a video for the showcase: "An Introduction to Newport Living.
" Your magazine?|The one with you on the cover.
Right, right.
I'm sorry.
I'm just|I'm a little distracted.
Kirsten, could I talk to you|for a moment in private? I'm going to get some air.
I made a mistake, Kiki.
- A naked mistake.
|- Excuse me? A hundred years ago,|a boyfriend convinced me to let him film me in the act.
I was young, living on ramen,|I needed the money.
I told him he could never show it|to anyone or release it which he didn't, until now.
- Unless I give him half a million dollars.
|- Did you talk to a lawyer? Sandy was able to negotiate the rights|from him, but we still need the money.
Well, if Sandy can't help you,|you're gonna have to tell my dad.
This is it.
- Who are you staying with?|- My buddy, Rick.
I think it's his brother's house,|but they said it's cool if I stay there.
Good to see you.
- Take care of yourself.
|- Yeah.
- Thanks for lunch again, Mr.
Cohen.
|- Take care.
I'll call you.
What do you say we give it a try?|Just for a few days.
Hey, Trey! Wanna come with us? Hey, man, you came back.
- People never leave and come back.
|- Long time no see.
- How you been?|- Good.
Dude, things are really good.
Listen, about what happened|with you and me and Summer- No, no, don't worry about it.
You two belong together.
|I should've clued into that a while ago.
Actually, I did clue into that|a while ago.
- Whatever, man.
I'm fine with it.
|- Yeah? - Yeah.
|- You seem different.
- You seem like-|- Like I'm vibrating at a high frequency? - Sure.
|- If I tell you something - do you promise not to tell Summer?|- Yeah, okay.
My track record with secret-keeping|hasn't been that good - but it's gotta turn around sometime.
|- Look, man, when I was in Italy I met someone.
|Her name's Francesca.
- Yeah? What's she like?|- Tall.
Blond.
Gorgeous.
Doesn't speak English,|but she's learning.
When we met, it was, like,|we just clicked.
Are you guys still clicking?|Across the globe? We've got webcam.
We got e-mail.
|We got instant-message date.
- Long-distance dating is so hot.
|- Do me a favor, all right? Don't tell Summer.
It might hurt her|that I moved on quickly.
Yeah, yeah.
My lips are sealed.
- Cool.
Great.
|- Okay.
Bye.
Well, this is the crib.
You gotta be kidding me.
If it's any consolation, I felt|the same way the first time I saw it.
Bet you get used to it, huh? Trey, why don't you stay|in the pool house.
- Ryan, you take the guest room.
|- Yeah, okay.
Wait.
Did he just say pool house? This is where you've been living? You got hooked up.
Yeah.
Towels are in the linen closet.
You can|borrow whatever shower stuff you need.
Thanks.
And sorry I'm kicking you out|of your little cabana mansion here.
It's only for a few days.
Don't worry.
|I won't get too comfortable.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean-|- I know I'm crashing your party here.
But you got a good thing|going on here and I'm not gonna screw it up.
I promise.
Okay.
- See you later.
|- See you later.
Hey, man, I want some details.
|Does Trey seem different to you? I mean, has he found Jesus?|Does he have a Chinese tattoo? Did he shave his head? - Oh for 3.
|- Oh, hi.
- You're not Ryan.
|- Nope.
Trey.
Yeah, well, I was close.
You're still an Atwood.
|Only a slightly more edgy darker version, I think.
But some people think|Ryan's gotten a little softer- - Ryan said you talk a lot.
|- Yeah, it's a problem.
But hopefully one you'll come|to find endearing.
So how does it, you know,|feel to be like, out? - Good.
|- Yeah.
Cool.
Monosyllables run in the family.
|That's awesome.
Hey! Oh, good.
You two have met.
|Trey's gonna be staying with us.
Just until I can find my own place.
You might need to go shopping.
This is just to get started.
|For clothing, toiletries You know, all the basics.
- You sure?|- Of course.
- You can show Trey where to go, right?|- Yeah.
Want me to come? I got a knack for|picking out the post-prison wardrobe.
- You coming?|- Yeah.
Call Marissa.
Have her meet us.
- It's a better job for Cosmo Girl.
|- Yeah.
Not like you to drop in for lunch.
|To what do I owe the pleasure? With all the hustle and bustle|of this showcase, I've barely seen you.
It's crawfish, your favorite.
I thought we should check in.
|Have a state of the union.
Well, sounds fair enough.
|What's on the agenda? We ought to replace the showerhead|in the one guest bathroom upstairs.
Oh, and you really have to fire|that new gardener.
Those are some sorry-looking|hydrangeas out front.
Fine.
Was there anything else? I made an adult film|in the '80s with an ex-boyfriend who's threatening to release it|unless I pay half a million dollars.
And I really would like|to redo the kitchen.
- Are you saying you did porn?|- It was erotica.
Tasteful, at times.
You're in quite a bind.
See, I knew it.
I knew that you would|react this way.
Absolutely no sympathy.
And this from a man who|kept an illegitimate child hidden- It's all right.
I'll pay the money.
- You will?|- Well, your dignity's at stake.
I'd say that's worth|half a million dollars.
Oh, thank God.
You have no idea how much damage|this could've caused the magazine - and Marissa, me.
|- I'll call my financial advisor.
- You should go back to work.
|- Right.
Because I have a magazine to launch.
Cal thank you.
- How can Zach act so normal?|- And here we are again.
I ditched him at the airport.
It's not what|you'd call letting him down easy.
I'm not certain on this,|but I thought you and I were dating.
I know.
I just didn't expect him|to get over me so fast.
Well, Zach's resilient.
Under all that floppy hair and goofy|smile, there's, like, a layer of steel.
You talked to him today, right?|Did he say anything? Any footnotes|to the whole "I love Italy" story? - No.
I mean|- Spill it, Cohen.
He made me promise|to keep it a secret, okay? - Have you ever kept one?|- He has a girlfriend.
Already? He's only been back,|like, one day.
He met her in Italy.
|Her name's Francesca.
She's tall and beautiful,|and he's way into her, okay? Great.
I say we get burgers|and two vanilla milk shakes and fries.
She's tall? Two hundred dollars for this watch.
|Do you believe that? - These stores are pricey.
|- Yeah.
I bet you got a closet full of this stuff.
|Shirts with alligators, topsiders the whole deal.
We should go.
You won't find|anything you need here.
You kidding? I got cash to spend.
|I'm not going anywhere.
- Hey, I found you.
|- Hey, Marissa.
- Trey.
|- Hey, Trey.
We've met before.
Marissa Cooper.
Oh, yeah.
You're Ry's girlfriend.
- Well, no.
Well, not anymore.
|- Yeah, we're just friends.
Not just friends.
But friends.
Right? Right.
I heard Ryan was taking you|shopping, so I figured you needed help.
Why don't you try this,|and I'll grab you some more stuff.
- Seth said you might need some backup.
|- Yeah.
Thanks for coming.
Look at this.
Yeah.
|This has you written all over it.
Yeah, that looks really adorable|on you.
Because you're so cute.
I thought ugly hats were your thing.
|It looks really good on you, honestly.
Really? Yes.
So to my utter shock he agreed to pay in full.
|Crisis averted.
Oh, well, I guess my dad's softening|in his old age.
That, or he has a porn tape|buried in his past too.
I'm speaking metaphorically, of course.
Hello? Kiki? - I'm talking about erotica.
|- Oh, I'm sorry.
What were you saying? - You like Carter.
|- Excuse me? You have a thing for Carter.
|Kirsten Cohen crushes Carter.
- That's ridiculous.
|- I've been so preoccupied with my sex scandal,|I hadn't noticed.
- That's enough.
|- Sandy's off in strange motels with that fugitive ex-girlfriend,|so you turn up the heat at the office? Julie, stop it.
|I do not have feelings for- - Sandy.
|- Surprise.
Julie and I were just going over|some magazine stuff.
Launch fever.
Well, I'll let you two talk.
So, what's up? - I invited Trey to stay for a few days.
|- Okay, sounds good.
Sounds good? I thought you were|gonna have a five-alarm freak-out.
Well, I trust you.
I mean, you were right about Ryan,|after all.
I'll see you tonight.
Hey, now where's this famous|Carter Buckley? I'd love to meet him.
Oh, tonight It's- It's not a good time.
He's up Up to his ears in the launch.
All right, well, some other time then.
|I'll see you tonight.
Man, am I tired.
That's shopper's fatigue.
Shop enough,|and you'll become immune.
Trust me.
If anyone should know.
- Excuse me.
|- That's funny.
Can I check your bag? Why? I didn't do anything wrong.
- I saw you handling that watch before.
|- I didn't take your damn watch.
We have the right to look.
|Hand it over.
I don't see you giving|other people a hard time.
- He didn't take anything.
|- Let him check.
Hey, man, I'll handle this.
- Get out of my face.
|- Send someone to the front entrance.
Yeah? You know what? Don't bother.
|Because I paid for all of this! If we hadn't gotten Trey out of the|store, he would've taken the guy out.
So he's got rage issues like - Like Summer, or-?|- He's just got a lot of pride, you know.
When something sets him off,|it's like he can't control himself.
Well, it's comforting|to have him staying here.
- Have you told my parents?|- No, I can't.
I know I should, but Oh, hey, Ryan.
|I finally met your brother.
- He seems to be adjusting well.
|- Yeah, smooth sailing.
Well, here's one.
|A barista at a local coffee joint.
- Barista?|- That's a fancy word - for a guy who makes coffee.
|- That I can do.
We were just checking out|the classifieds.
Yeah.
The job hunt begins today.
- Feel like coming with me?|- I'll pass, thanks.
Seth, why don't you come out and clear|the patio furniture with me for the party.
I believe, son, that's code|for "let's get out of here.
" If I help set up for the party,|will you let me skip it? That would be a no.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
I just didn't|like the way the guy was looking at me.
So you trashed the store.
Look, my old ways aren't|gonna work here.
I need to change.
Do it soon.
- Zach.
|- Hey.
I brought over some of your stuff.
- Things you left at my house.
|- Post-breakup stuff exchange.
I won this for you|at the Kickoff Carnival.
It was a gift.
I'll always remember how you owned|that Whack-a-Mole.
I don't feel like it's a good idea|to have reminders of you around.
I get that you've moved on,|but do you have to totally erase me? What do you mean, moved on? - Cohen.
|- He let it slip, okay? I just didn't want you to know,|in case it hurt your feelings.
Why would it hurt me? Just because 20 minutes|after we broke up you were scootering around Italy|with a 6-foot-2 Euro-chick? - Hey, you left me.
|- I know.
I know that, but The cast of The Valley are guest VJs on|Music Video Nation.
I have to see that.
- I'll drop off your stuff soon.
|- Wait! Well, how do you like this? Caleb Nichol showing up|in my lowly hotel room.
Let's get this over with.
Thank you.
The video's right here.
It's all yours|if the money's in that case.
Five hundred thousand.
As requested.
|I'm assured this is the only copy? This is it.
So how's it feel to get a little glimpse|into your wife's past? I didn't get where I am today|by being a fool.
I knew what I was getting|into when I married Julie.
You expect me to believe|she told you? Because Julie keeps her past|pretty tight to the vest.
I have some very thorough|and talented Pls on my staff.
I'd venture to say there's nothing Julie's|ever done that I don't know about.
Allow me.
- What the hell is this?|- Some friends of mine - who want to get to know you.
|- You son of a bitch.
That's your cue to hand me|the briefcase.
Lance.
Pleasure doing business with you.
|Thanks for the tape.
I'd like those flowers delivered by 5.
|Thank you.
What do you think for tonight? I want Donatella-Versace-meets-|Martha-Stewart-before-the-scandal.
Don't look now.
|Boyfriend, 2 o'clock.
Hey.
I brought you something.
|Pinot Noir.
Russian River Valley.
- Hi.
The one you said you loved.
|- Hey.
- Thank you.
How thoughtful.
|- I thought we'd pop the top have a few glasses|before the madness.
We have a lot riding on this.
I think it would be unprofessional|to drink wine beforehand.
Are you kidding? We average a bottle|a night around here.
You can celebrate at the party tonight.
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
I'll|I'll see you later.
Completely focused and totally sober.
Kirsten and Carter|Sitting in a tree I'm just kidding.
Unless I'm not.
K- I-S-S-I-N-G Summer.
I thought we'd seen|the last of you.
- Is Zach home?|- He's at water polo practice.
- He'll be home in a few minutes.
|- Can I leave this with you? He left it at my house|when we were dating.
So it's really over|between the two of you? Mrs.
Stevens, I am so sorry about|what happened at the airport.
You should be.
But at least something good|came out of it.
Right? - I mean, Zach met Francesca.
|- Who? You know, 6-foot-2 Italian supermodel.
|Zach's new girlfriend.
And when would this have happened?|While he was sulking over you? He never left the hotel room, Summer.
Hey.
How'd the job hunt go today? Not so good.
I tried five or six places all turned me down on the spot.
That sucks.
You hungry? We could grab a bite.
|Catch up.
Yeah, that'd be great.
Cool.
We should head by the pier.
You'll like it.
|They've got, you know, boats and stuff.
After you clean this place up.
Jeez, man.
We do have closets,|you know.
Yeah, who's funny? - This is from that store.
|- I went back and bought it.
Don't lie to me.
I'm not.
You're never gonna change.
This family is taking a chance|on you, Trey.
You know what? It makes no difference what I say.
You'll believe the worst,|no matter what I do.
- You blame me?|- I guess I don't.
Why don't I do us both a favor|and take off? Fine! Oh, and I bought it as a gift for you.
To thank you for helping me out.
And|before you go calling the cops on me here's the receipt.
Well, the party's starting soon.
|Are you hiding out in here? - Yeah, good guess.
|- Where's Trey? Oh, I see.
Well - we knew it was gonna be bumpy.
|- Yeah.
- This is harder than I thought it'd be.
|- Is there anything I can do? Hey, can I borrow the car? Be careful.
Zach.
Hey.
I realized, I forgot to give|your sweatshirt back.
I was going to- - I know you talked to my mom today.
|- Brief conversation.
Brief.
And I know she told you|about Francesca.
Or lack thereof.
- You don't need to explain.
|- No, I do.
When I came home, I knew that|I was going to see you and Cohen.
And I didn't want things|to be tense between us.
And I figured the only way to do that|was if I was with someone too.
Zach, I'm sorry.
And you told Cohen because - you knew it would get back to me.
|- Within minutes.
God, that is so typical of Cohen.
- He knew it would make me jealous.
|- Summer, remember, she's a fake.
Yeah, but still.
Cohen could not wait|to tell me - about your smoking new girlfriend-|- This is between you and Cohen.
Which has nothing to do with me finally.
Look, Zach I am so sorry that|I made a mess of everything.
As for Francesca,|unlike some loudmouth geeks I can keep a secret.
- Hey, Ryan, where you going?|- To get Trey.
He took off.
Well, I'll go with you.
Remember the last time|you came to Chino? Yeah, I saved your ass.
Come on.
Do you realize that in a couple of days,|your face will be on every coffee table in this town? Frankly, I'm surprised|we even got it off the ground.
- Well, I'm not surprised at all.
|- Hi, Dad.
I know this magazine is going to be|an enormous success.
- Absolutely.
|- I take it everything went smoothly? Everything's taken care of, Juju.
Hey, you made it.
I was starting|to get worried.
Thank you.
Well, I came for Newport Living.
|I do live in Newport.
Is that what this party's for?|I didn't - What's the deal? Is it something I said?|- Something you weren't supposed to say.
Right.
I guess I did something wrong - so I should probably just apologize.
|- Well, yeah, if you mean it.
That's hard if I don't know what it is.
It's hard to forgive you|if you don't mean it because you don't know|why you're apologizing.
I'll wait in your room for 20 minutes.
If|you can't figure it out by then, I'm gone.
- Hello, everybody.
Julie, congratulations.
|- Thank you.
- May I speak with you for a moment?|- Sure.
- What is it?|- Have I said something to you? Have I done something wrong? Because all day,|you have seemed angry at me.
Look, whatever it is,|I hope you can talk to me about it.
We are liable to be working together|for a long time.
So I don't want to- On second thought,|let's just focus on the presentation.
I hope it goes without a hitch.
- Excuse me.
Is that chardonnay?|- Yes, ma'am, it is.
Thank you.
We used to hang out|at this place all the time.
There he is.
Yeah.
I'll be back in a second.
What the hell are you doing here, man? - I came to find you.
|- I'm not looking to be found.
- Trey, listen-|- Beat it, little brother.
- I just want to talk to you, all right?|- Why? You're in your pool house and - And I'm here.
|- I'm sorry, all right.
Why are we kidding ourselves here, Ry?|You knew it couldn't work.
We are who we are.
I'm not going back|to Newport without you.
Fine.
Stay here.
See how well you fit in|after being away two years.
I'm gonna go out and get some air.
Okay, I thought about it.
|I thought about why you're angry.
- And?|- I have nothing.
I do not know what I did wrong.
But listen, I am totally willing|to apologize.
Extremely sincerely.
Why did you tell me about Francesca? Because you begged me to.
That is not why.
I have begged you|to do plenty of stuff.
Like give up comics, stop mumbling.
|You don't do any of that.
Are you actually angry with me for being|jealous of you being jealous of Zach? No.
- You were jealous?|- Gee, why would that be, Summer? Hearing you go on and on|about Zach's new woman.
- Because you told me about her.
|- Yeah, I did.
I saw the high road there, and I did|not take it.
You wanna know why? I was a little bit worried.
Here we had this big, great kiss in|the rain upside down, and I don't know.
I thought maybe, what if after that|everything was a letdown for you.
You had buyer's remorse or something.
Cohen - you are so neurotic.
|- Exactly.
Unlike Zach, who's anxiety-free,|with his big smile and natural athleticism.
- That guy makes me feel very Jewish.
|- I know Zach looks great on paper.
Son of a congressman,|sweet, selfless - Hey, and even, well, boring.
|- Yeah, he's a touch bland.
And you, with all your little flaws|and your little quirks somehow you keep|drawing me back in.
Yeah? So, what you're saying|to me is then that the more neurotic|and insecure I am the more you're attracted to me.
Well, then.
Do I look fat in these pants? Hello, everyone.
I'm Carter Buckley,|managing editor.
And on behalf of everyone|at Newport Living I'd like to thank you all|for coming tonight.
Now I would like to introduce the woman|who has made all of this possible.
Julie Cooper-Nichol.
Thank you, Carter.
|I can't believe this night is finally here.
Well, what is Newport Living? - Wow, so that's Carter Buckley.
|- You haven't met him yet? No.
He's been more of a phantom|presence.
I thought he'd look - more like Jerry Garcia.
|- Who? But if you really want to know|what Newport Living is all about take a look at this.
If I've never had sex before why do I feel so horny? - You 're turning me on.
|- Dear God.
- Oh, my God.
|- Give me the remote.
Come over here, pizza boy.
Give me that.
- You son of a bitch.
|- Sorry about that, everyone.
Technical difficulties.
Please, everyone help themselves|to a drink or two.
Lord knows, I'm going to.
Don't worry, Juju.
It'll all blow over.
I don't understand.
I mean,|you gave him his damn money.
It just goes to show,|it doesn't pay to give in to these people.
You meet their every demand,|and they ruin you anyway.
Well, ruin's the wrong word.
You can go on with your life, Cal,|but I am never leaving this room.
My Howard Hughes phase starts now.
We could go to Europe.
Paris, Vienna, anywhere you like.
|By the time we get back something else will have exploded|to make this whole thing look silly.
I guess you can always count on|this town for a new scandal.
Paris? Carter.
Sandy Cohen.
|You throw a hell of a party.
- It's great to finally meet you.
|- Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry I haven't introduced|you two.
Oh, no problem.
You sound like|you have a wonderful family.
I do.
Including my mother-in-law,|the porn star.
If it makes you feel better,|I think it livened things up.
Here's hoping everyone|was drunk enough they black out and|don't remember anything tomorrow.
Here's hoping.
|Can I get you two anything? - Thanks.
I'm good.
|- No, thanks, I'm fine.
All right.
Listen.
About before - I have to apologize.
|- You do? Yeah, you know, we have been working|together for a few weeks now and I just want you to know that if there has been a tension|between us I don't know|what you're talking about.
If there's been a vibe between us it's me, okay.
And I'm sorry.
- Carter-|- Let's just leave it at that, all right? Ryan, I don't think he's coming back.
All right.
Let's go.
We should go find him.
Hey, feel like playing some pool? - No, thanks.
|- Then let me buy you a drink.
- I don't think she wants anything.
|- Was I talking to you? We should get out of here.
I want to buy you a drink.
|Why you being rude? - I don't want anything.
|- Leave her alone.
Listen, rich boy.
|I ain't buying the act, all right? - Let's get out of here.
|- Hey, hey! Let go of her.
Come on, you want some more? Stop it, please! Can I help you? Let's dance! - Tell them to let go of my brother.
|- Take it easy.
Let him go.
- Wild kid!|- I haven't done that in a while.
- You looked good.
|- Thanks for coming back for us.
Yeah, well, I was gonna say|the same thing to you guys.
You want a ride? - Yeah, sure.
|- Well, where are we dropping you? Just come home with us, man.
- Thought you didn't want me over there.
|- Yeah, well, people change.
All right.
- But I get to drive.
|- Oh, no, no.
I've seen you drive.
Back seat.
I'll drive.
- Hey.
|- Hey.
You guys were gone a while.
|Everything okay? - Fine.
|- Yeah, nothing to report.
- How was the party?|- Good.
Uneventful.
- Hey, guys.
|- Hey.
- Great party, okay?|- Well if you're hungry, we got leftovers.
Look, Dad, we're all having|a family dinner.
Well, how about that? Look at that.
|Now, this is not so painful.
- Gotta tell you, it seems pretty great.
|- Yeah wait till the novelty wears off,|right, Ryan? You know what? It still works for me.
That's very obli- - Come on, young man.
|- These ones are really good.