The O.C. (2003) s02e19 Episode Script

These are friends, looking|forward to getting to know you.
You son of a bitch.
Your cue to hand me the briefcase.
If I'd never had sex before,|why do I feel so horny? My old assistant is the VP of Development|at a graphic novel company.
I arranged the meeting.
You and Kirsten have been spending|a lot of time working together.
A lot of hours, late nights.
Sandy, you have a great wife.
Why would Trey steal anything, though?|I mean, everything's going great, right? I screwed up.
There's no way Ryan's|ever gonna forgive me.
I don't blame him.
I'll talk to him.
In the morning, he's gone.
|I don't care where he goes.
- Morning.
|- Morning, Mr.
Cohen.
So today's the big day, huh?|Moving in to your new apartment.
You got all your stuff? Yeah, there's not much to get.
- You sure you don't need anything?|- No, thanks.
You guys have already done|more than enough.
Well, you're Ryan's brother.
|We're happy to help.
Still, there's-there's not many people|who would take in an ex-con.
He's lucky to have you.
Well, you're part of this family now,|so if anything comes up we're here.
Thanks.
Grab yourself some breakfast.
I'll, uh I'll drop you by your place|on my way to work.
I'm not really hungry,|but I will take you up on the ride.
- Did you tell Ryan you're leaving?|- No, but it's okay.
Yeah, I don't know what|happened with you guys.
In fact, I don't want to know.
And it doesn't matter|who was wrong, but someone's gonna have|to be the first to reach out.
There he is.
I tell you, the timing in|this household is a thing of beauty.
I'm gonna leave you two|to say your good-byes.
Trey, I'll be in the car.
Sandy's giving me a lift over|to the apartment.
You got everything? You know, it's weird, being able|to fit your whole life into one bag.
Look, Ryan, I know it hasn't been easy, man,|but I want you to know that I appreciate everything|you and the Cohens have done for me.
Great way of showing it.
Look, I'm sorry, Ryan, okay?|I screwed up.
And you and Seth and Marissa-|you guys saved my ass.
I know that.
Would you please just accept my apology? Don't keep Sandy waiting.
- Hey, guys.
|- Hey.
What's up? So, uh, Ryan, doesn't Trey move|into the apartment today? Uh, yeah, he left this morning.
Well, don't you think maybe we should go by|there and give him a housewarming gift? That's all right.
|He doesn't need anything.
You sure? He doesn't exactly|seem overburdened with possessions, unless that bag of his|is like Mary Poppins'.
I wish I'd never made that reference.
Look, uh, he's got his own place,|he's out of our lives.
Just let him go.
You know, you think maybe it's time to|forgive him for the whole yard sale thing? It wasn't a thing, Seth.
He stole.
Only because he wanted to be near you.
I appreciate what you guys are doing,|but he's my brother.
Just leave him alone.
Come in.
Good morning.
Kirsten, congratulations.
As of this morning,|you are a bona fide magazine publisher.
I know.
The first issue's on the stands.
I was referring to our very first liable suit.
- What?!|- Nick Morton.
Newport Beach politico.
Doesn't like the profile we ran.
|Thinks it makes him look sleazy.
- You wrote that profile.
|- I know.
I made him look sleazy.
- Well, what are we supposed to do?|- I thought I'd talk to Sandy.
Yeah, you guys are friends now, so great.
Julie's on her way over.
I have to explain|to her why she's not on the cover anymore.
Hey, she's been to Europe, you know?|Maybe she's become this un-materialistic, humble, sweet person.
- Carter, we're talking about Julie.
|- What about her? Julie you're We were just saying|how glad we are you're back.
Oh, well, thank you, Kirsten.
- Carter.
|- Julie.
So, how was Italy? Well, Cal is still in Rome|- some business thingy- but scandal or no scandal, I had|to be back for our first issue.
Julie, there's something|that I need to tell you.
- Uh, after the whole|- Porno debacle.
You can say it.
There were letters.
Lots of letters.
And then, the advertisers|started threatening to cancel.
So we had to take you off the cover.
|I'm sorry.
You did the right thing.
- I did?|- Absolutely.
Don't give it another thought.
God, it's really good to see you.
|Both of you.
I really missed you.
I'm just saying, maybe I should do|the talking this time.
Zach, do not worry, okay? I promise you,|this won't be another wild storm.
Look, I am calm, I am well-rested.
Plus, Reed's already read the pages,|and he freaking loves them.
He's driving all the way|from L.
A.
just to meet us.
So what do we know|about this guy? What's he like? I just know that he's Carter's assistant|before going to work at Bad Science.
We've only E-mailed.
Dude, I still can't believe we're going|to have our own graphic novel.
I know.
I just can't believe it's 2005.
Weren't we supposed to have personal jet|packs by now? Who dropped the ball? What are you talking about? Oh, hey, Summer.
We were just, um|Mm.
We were Talking about your comic.
|Don't lie, okay? Graphic novel.
It's whatever.
|It's just a little different.
All right, well, I'm gonna head to class.
|And, uh, have a good one.
I'm sorry, okay? I know, I promised it wouldn't be weird,|but I'm telling you this.
From here on out, full disclosure, okay?|I'll tell you everything Zach and I do, and I'm going to let you know|the ins and outs of whatever.
- No.
|- And What? Look, I think that you and Zach working|together is a bad idea, but I can't stop it.
- Summer, come on.
|- No, so here's the deal.
Whatever happens, I don't want|to know anything about it.
Which means, as far as I'm concerned,|your little comic doesn't exist.
Graphic novel.
A surfboard coffee table.
|I am in the O.
C.
Carter, it's good to see you.
Yup, a little|carpentry project while I'm between cases.
Well, I came at the right time.
|You ever do any liable work? Wow.
One day on the stand, you've|already got a liable suit.
Not bad.
- Not bad.
Who is it?|- Nick Morton.
Oh, sleaze bag.
Mm.
Well, he doesn't like|to be called one in print.
Oh, I'd be happy to help out.
Liable|cases are notoriously hard to prove.
I'm assuming all|your quotes are verbatim? Yeah, word for word.
|I'll give you the interview tapes.
Great, should be a breeze.
You know, I used to surf.
I grew up|in Long Island.
Montauk Point, West End.
I'm heading out tomorrow.
|Why don't you come with me? Oh, I don't know.
It's been such|a long time.
I don't have a board.
I'll lend you one.
And if Kirsten asks why|I'm not at work? You can tell her we'll be talking|about the case.
Marissa.
I brought you a little something.
Wow.
That's a lava lamp.
|That's, uh that's great.
Ryan wanted to come, but he had|this thing after school.
Oh come in.
I still haven't bought chairs|and tables and stuff, but Nice beanbag.
Yeah.
It's kind of a stupid first thing|to buy.
I've always wanted one.
It's kind of an early|birthday present to myself.
- When's your birthday?|- Saturday.
Uh, big two-one.
Though after being in prison, you know, being|able to buy beer feels a little anti-climactic.
Uh, do you want something to drink?|I've got one glass, but I can wash it.
No, no, that's okay.
Um, I should|get going, but I'll see you later.
- Sure.
Thanks again.
He said he'd have|all our stuff with him.
- Um Seth.
|- Oh, my God.
Oh! He's a she.
That's terrible.
Listen, Zach,|I love girls, and I love comics.
The two do not mix, okay? It's going to be,|like, "Let's make their outfits cuter " Dude, we're here.
Let's just give|her the benefit of the doubt.
You must be my two wunderkinds.
|Reed Carlson, Bad Science Comics.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
|I'm Zach, this is Seth.
I can't tell you how much I've been|looking forward to this meeting.
Oh, that's great.
Let's just|get right to the project.
Okay.
I think that you have tapped|into something real and compelling.
I think the characters are vivid|and engaging.
Especially the Ironist.
- Really?|- Yeah, he's smart, funny, hip.
He is unlike anyone else in comics.
Wow, well, can I, uh, first, just say how great it is to finally see|a woman involved in comics Thank you.
We were actually thinking of expanding|the Ironist's role a little bit.
Uh I have to ask, who came up|with this business plan? - Uh, I did.
|- It's amazing.
Really? I mean, I was a marketing|minor in college, but the fact that you put this together,|and you're 17 I'm in awe.
You're like a Doogie Howser|meets Gordon Gekko, but with dimples.
Well, I'm glad you liked it.
Uh, that's my boss.
|Just a sec? Oh, hey, genius boy? Zach, right?|Could you order me an ice tea? God, how great is it|she liked my business plan? Yeah, that's really very|It's very cool.
Hey, what's up? - Can I come in?|- Yeah.
So what's going on? You hungry,|you want something to drink? - I'm fine.
|- Yeah? I just came by to ask you something.
- Oh, okay, sure.
|- Okay, uh don't get mad, but I was thinking it might|be nice to throw Trey a birthday party.
- What?|- We could do it at my house by the pool.
- You forgot, Saturday's his birthday.
|- No, I Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
You went over to see him, didn't you? - Ryan.
|- After I asked you not to.
I brought him a lava lamp.
|It was no big deal.
Why are you doing all this? Going over to see him, wanting|to throw him a birthday party? - He's your brother.
|- Exactly.
He's my brother.
And if everyone had just let me|handle it from the beginning, then none of this would have happened.
So I'm asking you again.
|Stop pushing it.
I'm sorry.
It's|Sorry.
Ryan, wake up.
Ryan, wake up.
|No, get your own.
Wake up, man.
It's a beautiful day.
The|sun's shining, the birds are, you know.
Did I happen to mention to you|last night about meeting Reed? Beautiful, loves comics, promises|to make you famous? Yes.
So, here's the thing.
|I'm a little bit worried about Zach.
Z ach.
Yeah.
You should have seen him at the|meeting.
He was like Reed this, Reed that.
- It was kind of disgusting.
|- And you sure it's Zach who has the crush? I love Summer, okay?|Reed is a colleague.
I just don't want her|to like Zach more than me.
Hey, you know, this is our first conversation|in the pool house since Marissa left.
Let's not talk about Marissa.
What? Come on, we did me.
|Let's go around the horn.
We got in a fight yesterday.
She wanted|to throw a birthday party for Trey.
It's Trey's birthday? Seth.
No, hang on.
I'm just thinking how,|you know, sometimes it takes an event like a birthday or a wake to bring|a family together.
Think about this.
Trey is blowing out his candles|on his birthday.
His only wish is that|his brother forgives him.
It's a pretty nice moment.
- Good morning.
|- Hey.
Oh, it feels so good to be home.
Oh, and how much do I wish you could|have come to visit in Italy.
It was it was magical.
Yeah? If it was so great, then why'd you come|home early? Everything okay with Caleb? Of course.
I told you, I needed to come|home for the magazine, and I missed you.
Do you have an address?|I should have known.
Honey, I have to go.
But let's have|dinner tonight, just the two of us, okay? Ah, you're just out of practice.
Everybody|hits themselves in the face with their boards.
- Three times in one wave?|- Well, that was impressive.
Still surfing the O.
C.
-|it's a world away from Long Island.
- Hey, Sandy.
|- Erin, how you doing? You going out? Yeah.
I don't have to make rounds for a couple|hours, so I figured I'd get in the water.
- Hi|- Erin, Carter Buckley.
He's running Newport Living,|the magazine my wife's company publishes.
Oh, yeah; that came|to the office yesterday.
I read the profile on Nick Morton.
|Way to scare him.
- Carter wrote that.
|- And now we're being sued.
Erin's an orthopedist in town,|and an excellent surfer.
Carter's just getting back into it.
Yeah, today I mastered|hitting myself in the face.
Well, anytime Sandy's busy and|you need a surf buddy, give me a call.
- Thank you, I-I might do that.
|- See you, guys.
Yeah, it's a world away from|Long Island, I'll tell you.
Okay, and he got mad because you wanted|to throw a party for his brother? It's not just the party.
|It's been building.
Trey coming here has been|really hard for him.
Well, you tried.
If he doesn't want a relationship|with his brother, that's his problem.
I just hate for him to realize, like two years from now how important his|brother is, and then find out he's lost him.
Oh, my God.
You are the most supportive|non-girlfriend in history.
You know if something important was happening|in Seth's life, you'd be there for him.
Right.
Of course.
And then when she started talking about how Iron Man's armor, his old armor,|is actually better than his ultimate armor? Dude, what about when she threw down|on the whole Cyclops vs.
Storm debate? I never thought talking about|comic books could be so sexy.
A beautiful girl who loves comics.
|I didn't even know they existed.
It's like finding a unicorn, Zach.
|It's like finding a really hot unicorn.
You know, it's just too bad you have|a girlfriend, you know? Otherwise See, I was thinking|you could ask her out, but now you're working together, so that's|that whole professional ethics thing.
Yeah, you know, I was wondering, how did|Summer take the fact that Reed's a woman? She's not bothered by|our late night's work? Ah, it turns out Summer doesn't want to|know anything about the entire enterprise, so I couldn't tell her,|even if I wanted to.
- What's going on?|- Nothing.
Actually, we were just|talking about Reed.
- Who's Reed?|- Seth will tell you.
See you later.
Who's Reed? Uh, you don't want to know.
|It's a comic book rep.
- No, I do.
|- You do? Yeah.
Look, I've changed my mind.
I know this comic book is important|to you, so it's important to me.
I want to know everything.
- Everything?|- Yeah.
- Jules.
How the hell did you find me?|- Well, it was easy, Lance.
I just looked for the cheapest, scummiest|motel near a liquor store, and voilà.
- May I come in?|- I guess so.
Listen, Jules.
I don't know|what you're thinking, but - What the hell is that?|- It's a gun, genius.
You use it to shoot people|you want to kill.
- All right, Jules.
Here's what happened.
|- "What happened"? What happened is that you humiliated me|in front of my friends and family.
I've been kicked out of every|organization and club I belong to.
My own magazine has taken me|off the cover, and at home, I have a teenage daughter who|sooner or later will find out that her mother was a pornographer.
- Let's just be reasonable here, Jules.
|- I am being reasonable.
In one night, you destroyed a life|I spent almost 20 years building.
- So, I'm here to kill you.
|- Wait! - There's no bullets.
|- No.
Unfortunately.
But for just a second I wanted you to feel like|your life was being taken away.
Hey.
I'm headed out to pick up|some Thai.
You want to come? Can't; studying history.
Well, you know what's on|the way to the Thai place? The apartment of a|certain ex-con I know.
That's quite a sell.
So, you're just not going|to see him anymore? People who don't learn from the past are|doomed to repeat it.
Well, I've learned.
Yeah, you've learned, but you know your great victory is going to be what,|not seeing your brother anymore? C ongratulations.
|Look, I'm not even talking about like having to move in or helping him|find a job, or anything.
I mean, I literally|mean happy birthday.
Four syllables.
Four syllables- that's it.
Or six|hey, Trey, Happy Birthday.
- You just get home?|- Yeah.
I sent Seth out for Thai.
Oh, perfect.
Did Carter tell you|about surfing this morning? You know, he's a little rusty,|but he's definitely got some skills.
Did you two manage to discuss the case|at all during your bonding session? Well, you know, a little.
Oh, coming out of the water, we ran into|Erin Lee, that young orthopedist.
I think there's definitely some sparks|between her and Carter.
So, I was thinking we should have them|over for dinner.
You know? Set them up.
Wait, you're serious? Yeah.
Carter's new in town.
|He doesn't know that many people.
- Fine, sure.
|- Great.
I'll make the calls.
All right.
Just in and out "Hey,|Happy 21st," and we're at the Thai place.
This is a mistake.
|He's never going to change.
Dude, you've got to trust people more.
- There he is.
|- Great, let's go.
No, wait, wait, wait.
Would you relax? He's probably|just going to buy cigarettes.
Or getting into that suspicious-|looking Camaro with a guy who looks like Lou Reed.
All right.
|I hope you like cold Thai.
It's his 21st birthday.
I'm sure|he's just going out for a drink.
Whoa, whoa, they're stopping.
|Pull over.
They're probably just|picking up a friend.
In a dark alley.
Who he owes some money to.
What's up, man?|What the hell is your problem?! You are unbelievable,|you know that? I saw you last night.
- What?|- What'd you buy? Coke? Speed? - Where is it? Get rid of it right now.
|- Oh, God, man.
I am such an idiot,|for ever believing in you.
Here.
Why don't you call my parole officer,|'cause it was his car I got into last night.
- What?|- Yeah, guy in the alley? That's a buddy of mine from prison who got|out a few months ago, and disappeared.
I asked my P.
O.
to find him|because I was worried.
You gave him money.
He asked me for five bucks.
|Am I supposed to say no? Guy's living in a trash can.
God, I was|trying to convince him to go to a shelter.
That's it, Ry.
And, you know, it's-it's funny.
'cause when I saw you,|I thought to myself, "My brother's come over to take me|out to breakfast for my birthday.
" You know, maybe I'm|the idiot for believing.
- Hey.
|- Hey, hope I'm not, um Can I So, I'm sorry about the other day.
|I- I was out of line.
He's your brother.
|I should have just respected that.
You didn't do anything wrong.
I was taking out|my frustration with him on you.
So does that mean you're willing|to give him another chance? Well, if he's willing to give me one.
Last night,|Seth and I kind of followed him.
We hadn't meant to at first,|but we did.
Uh we thought we saw him|trying to buy drugs.
So this morning - You went and accused him.
|- Pretty much.
- And no drugs?|- He was helping out a homeless guy.
Ouch.
I don't know what to do.
Well, as it happens, you've come|to the right place.
Oh, Seth, these new pages are great.
Ah, yeah.
They're, you know,|sketches mostly, but thank you.
Well, I owe Carter big.
|You and Zach are a find.
Yeah.
Yeah, we're a good team.
|I mean, I come up with the stories, I write|the dialogue, I draw the pages, and uh, Zach handles|the late-night coffee runs.
Seriously, if you need a bone-dry cappuccino,|Zach's, he's your go-to guy, so Where is Zach anyway?|I thought he was coming.
I don't know.
What is it, Saturday?|He's probably getting a haircut.
You wouldn't know it, but that guy|spends copious amounts of time grooming.
Let me ask you.
Did you get, like,|a slight gay vibe from him at all? - What?|- Excuse me.
- Hey, what's up? Girl-girl-girlfriend.
|- Hey, Cohen, um, I need your help.
I'm actually in a meeting|right now with with Reed.
Oh, okay.
Well, uh, when you're done|with him, will you meet me at Marissa's? Oh, my God, I love these Little|Miss Vixen sketches.
- Who's that?|- The waitress.
Anyways, I'm gonna|call you back in a little bit.
- Okay, bye.
- That's my mom.
|- You call your mom "girlfriend"? - Mrs.
Cooper-Nichol?|- Yeah? - Hey.
|- Marissa.
What are you doing here? - Come on, I'm taking you out.
|- What? I'm taking you out.
|It's your birthday.
No arguments.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
|Let me get my keys.
Afraid someone's going|to steal your beanbag? - Yeah, actually.
|- Come on.
I can't believe I forgot my wallet.
|It'll just take a second, okay? - So where are we going to dinner?|- Well actually, I was thinking|maybe we could eat in.
Surprise.
Well, happy birthday, dude.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.
Sorry, bro.
All right, we have hot dogs and|hamburgers and kielbasas for you.
Cohen learned how to use the grill this|summer.
It's a major life achievement.
That's right.
I grilled some corn.
|I grilled some veggies.
I found something in Marissa's fridge,|I just I grilled it.
Sounds great.
Marissa, I have to go out for a bit.
|Can I trust you while I'm gone? Yes, Mom.
It's only going to be us, and maybe|a couple girls from the charity league.
Well, I don't want to come home|and find I'm living in Delta house.
- Is that Ryan's brother?|- Yeah.
Okay.
Well, since he's 21, I gues|it'd be okay if he had a beer.
But just one.
See, I can be|a cool mom, too.
Bye, honey.
One weekend we should|drive down to Swami's.
It's a little crowded,|but it's got a killer ride.
Count me in.
- Hey, Kirsten.
|- Hey, Carter.
You look nice.
Oh, thanks.
Sandy told me|to spiff it up a bit.
Yeah, I didn't want him|to embarrass us.
That must be Erin.
I I hope this isn't|strange, or No, it's not.
It's fun.
Yeah, because, this,|it wasn't my, uh I didn't - Carter? You remember Erin?|- Yes, I do.
Hi.
My wife, Kirsten.
- Nice to meet you.
|- You, too.
I was just saying to Carter we should|go down to Swami's some weekend.
- What do you think?|- Sure, I'd love to.
Guys, come on outside.
The best thing|about this place are the sunsets.
Lead the way.
You all go.
I'll bring the wine.
Hey, Jules.
Thanks for coming.
Just tell me what I'm doing here, hmm? "If you want the rest, meet me"?|What do you expect to get, Lance? - My life is already ruined.
|- Look, I don't want anything.
Here.
It's the rest of the tapes.
Look, just yesterday I got|offered $8,500 for them, but I said no.
What a gentleman.
So you want points for turning down eight|grand, after fleecing Caleb for $500,000? - I didn't get a penny out of Caleb.
|- What are you talking about? Yeah, after he got the master tape, he had|me beaten up and threatened a lot worse.
But I guess he didn't tell you that.
No.
I thought he would just pay up.
You know, to protect his wife and all.
But I guess a guy like Caleb Nichol|doesn't mind taking chances.
Yeah, when it's my|reputation he's gambling.
Jules, I never meant to hurt you.
|Honestly.
But after he did that well, you know what I'm like|when I think I'm being cheated.
Yeah, I remember.
Look, if I had the money now,|I would give it to you.
Every cent.
But I don't.
|I got nothing.
Not even the $8,500.
Got enough to buy me a drink? Huh? So, uh, how many people would|you say you invited? - Four.
|- Me, too.
I don't even know four other people.
- Looks like word spread.
|- Yeah.
- Hey, check out Zach and that hottie.
|- Hey.
That's, um a very attractive woman.
She looks a little older, don't you think?|Like maybe she's in college? - Yeah.
|- I don't know.
Yeah, maybe he'll bring her out here.
I think I see somebody doing magic|by the pool.
Let's go check that out.
Magic tricks, huh?|Definitely somebody you invited.
This is fine.
You won't get in|trouble for this, right? Yeah, it's not like|I'm throwing a rager.
- Is there a party here?|- Uh, yeah.
This is it! Come on!|Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Party! - I think the word has spread.
|- Yeah.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry to interrupt|your drinking.
I'm looking for, uh, Zach.
- He plays water polo, too.
|- Are you talking to me, geek? Oh, uh, I think, you know, the kicking|the comic book guy's ass we're probably past it.
Oh, your hand goes|all the way around.
Kind of hard to breathe.
What the hell?|Hey, calm down.
Stop it, man.
Stop it! I got a game tomorrow.
Yeah? Then I suggest you go home|and get some sleep.
- You okay?|- Thanks, dude.
It's déjà vu.
O.
C.
party, attacked by water polo guys,|saved by an Atwood.
Hello.
That was amazing.
|Do you, like, know aikido or something? Okay, I'll just go.
- I'm Jess.
|- Uh, Trey.
Nice tat.
- Thanks.
It's a Buddha smoking a joint.
|- That's very artistic.
I'd show you the rest, but|my boyfriend's probably watching.
- We can go somewhere else.
|- Sure.
Hey, dude.
- You want to explain yourself, maybe?|- What are you talking about? Dude, Reed.
Remember the whole|professional ethics conversation we had? Oh, yeah, like not letting me know|there was a meeting? First of all, you were the guy.
You're like,|"I have a laundry list of things to do.
" - You telling her I'm gay?|- Now, I said gay vibe.
I distinctly remember saying gay vibe,|and the two are very different.
Okay, then how about me|getting you cappuccinos? Bone dry? What does|what does that even mean? God, what is she, a court reporter? Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Look, okay? I don't really want to get|into this right now, okay, so you just look for your date,|and I'll look for mine.
Fine.
Finally, somewhere private.
- You don't go to Harbor, do you?|- No.
I just moved here.
- From where?|- Prison.
- Did you kill someone?|- No.
I stole a car.
So, what's a car thief doing|at a Newport rager? Well, actually|this is my birthday party.
Well, convict Time to open your present.
Oh, my gosh, no, but what was|the name of that other guy? - Dwight.
|- Oh, no.
Oh.
Dwight.
No, he-he had that birthmark.
Oh.
|No, I'm talking about the one the one who always said, oh, oh,|what was it? Oh, "bottom line".
Oh, my God.
Everything was|"bottom line".
Like, yeah, "Vegas, bottom|line, you're going to get screwed.
" Or he'd say,|"Bottom line, I'm " - What?|- Oh, my God.
- What?|- Do you remember this concert? - Yeah.
Threw your shirt at the band.
|- No, no, no, that was the Ratt concert.
Uh, you went through a lot of shirts.
- This was actually pretty fun, but, um|- Hold on.
Don't go yet.
- One more drink for Whitesnake.
|- For Whitesnake.
- Yes!|- Bring it on.
Sorry.
Oh, no, come in.
There are already a|couple people in the shower already.
Wonderful.
- Aren't you here with Zach?|- Yeah, I mean, just as friends.
- He's a great guy, isn't he?|- Oh, my God, so sweet and cute.
I can't believe he doesn't|have a girlfriend.
Well, some girls at our school|can be idiots.
I know this sounds crazy, but, uh, have|you ever heard of Little Miss Vixen? Yeah, um how do you know about|Little Miss Vixen? Do you know Seth? Yeah.
I'm working with him|on his comic book.
I'm Reed.
You ass! He's a she! - Hey, what are you doing?|- Reed's a girl! Okay, I-I never said Don't you dare! Don't even pretend|that you didn't lie.
I just I knew you would get|the wrong idea.
Oh, right, this is my fault, because, of course, I wouldn't want to know|that my boyfriend met some gorgeous 23-year-old who loves comics and thinks he's the next|Brian Bendis, whatever that means.
She said that she thinks|I'm the next Bendis? - Oh, my God.
|- Hey.
Summer, look, I'm sorry.
|I should've told you, okay? Zach! - Zach, hey, are you leaving?|- Yeah.
- Can I get a ride?|- Um yeah.
Summer, please.
Cohen, just shut up, 'cause even|when you're not lying, you're lying.
Every rose has its thorn|Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings|a sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn.
- Poison rocked.
|- They did, they did.
Oh, baby, I think it's|time to get you home.
Oh, yeah, home.
Great.
Home, yeah.
|Caleb's going to divorce me.
Jules No, you know, he said he didn't|judge me about the whole you know, but all during this trip,|he didn't even look at me.
I mean, and when he did, I could see it|in his eyes.
He was disgusted.
That's not true.
That's why I came home early.
|I couldn't take it anymore.
So, yeah, uh, he'll divorce me.
I'll have no money, no career, no friends,|nothing for me and my girls.
What if something was|to happen to Caleb? What do you mean? my life just felt like|it stopped, you know? But seeing you again|I feel like I'm finally waking up.
- It feels good.
|- Lance No.
What's happening|to you is my fault so if getting rid of Caleb means you and|your daughters will be taken care of I'll do it.
Looking good, man.
Hey! There you are.
|And you're drinking water.
Someone's got to be responsible.
Oh, okay, that's it.
I don't even want|to deal with this.
Excuse me.
This is my room.
- Oh.
You want in?|- Get out.
Dude Your mom would understand, don't|you think, if she came home right now? Oh, definitely.
I mean, she did say|Trey could have a beer.
All right, listen.
Thank you for everything|you've done for Trey.
If it wasn't for you,|he and I You've been amazing.
I know what it's like to have someone|believe in you when no one else does.
Oh, my God.
- Who is it?!|- I don't know.
- Is she breathing?|- I don't know.
Get her out.
Get her out.
Oh, I remember that article you|wrote in Revolutions about those corporate heads|that cheated the stockholders.
I got sued for that one, too.
Yeah, but you were right.
|Now look at Tyco and Enron.
Man, you were years|ahead of everyone else.
Still got sued.
You ever think about|holding back, playing it safe? You know, at the risk|of sounding pompous, if you're not going to tell|the truth, what's the point? Just a minute.
Excuse me.
- Kirsten, dinner was dinner was great.
|- Oh, thank you.
I'm glad you both could make it.
- I'll be right there.
|- What is it? Apparently, the kids threw|a party for Trey, and it got a little out of hand.
Some girl|took drugs.
She passed out in the pool.
Are Seth and Ryan okay? All the kids are okay, but I-I I got|to get over there.
I-I'm so sorry.
No, no, it's fine.
|Oh, I should move my, uh, car.
Thank you.
- I'll call you.
|- Okay.
- Well, uh|- Here, let me help you.
I'm so sorry things had to end this way.
I know.
I had a great time.
- Carter seems really wonderful.
|- He is.
Just be careful.
What do you mean? - This divorce was really hard on him.
|- He's divorced - and not over her yet, right?|- Well, I think he is.
It's just that the wounds are still raw.
But he's a great guy.
|I- I-I just thought you should know.
No, I I appreciate it.
Thank you.
- She going to be okay?|- Stand back.
Hey, what's going on? - Where you been?|- I, uh What, you know her? Seth, Ryan, everybody okay? - What about the girl?|- We don't know.
- Do you live here?|- No.
Uh, my name's Sandy Cohen.
I'm responsible for these four.
- Who lives here?|- I do.
Where's your parents? My mom's out- I tried her cell,|but she's not answering.
Okay, you're going to have to turn|around, miss.
Gonna have to take you in.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,|whoa, officer, what are you doing? Sir, we found a bag of ecstasy, and I'm|betting that somebody gave it to that girl.
Till I find out who supplied the drugs,|I'm arresting the owner of the house.
I gave 'em to her.
|I brought the drugs.
- Trey|- Sorry Well, keep your mouth shut.
I'll meet you in jail.
|Officer, I'm his lawyer.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used|against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney|before questioning- do you understand? Yeah.