One Tree Hill (2003–2012): Season 4, Episode 16 - You Call It Madness, But I Call It Love - full transcript

Previously on One Tree Hill.

I'm chaperoning at the prom.
They still need a couple of parents.

You're asking me to the prom?

You made fun of my mom's death, Brooke.

It hurt. It did.

Not anymore,
'cause you and me, we're done.

She's dead.

As far as I'm concerned, so are you.

Peyton...

Your boot's off.

You can walk on it?



Yeah, even better, I'm gonna dance on it.

I'm coming back later
and I'm picking you up.

And if you open that door, I know
that you're gonna look beautiful.

And if not, I guess I'm going alone.

Lucas.

Hi, Peyton.

I guess I have my answer.

I can't believe he actually left.

I would never give up on you that easily.

You hear me?

Our love is forever.

So, when you took your boot off,
was it all...

Oh, it was like Teen Wolf.

Seriously, I had to use three razor blades.



Nice.

I'm proud of you, Hales.

My girl went strong
to be rehabbed by prom.

Yeah.

Well, at least everything'll be
perfect tonight.

Oh, we gotta stop saying that.

When have the chaperones been prettier
than the prom queens?

Thanks, but I'm with someone.

Hi, Whitey.

- You look handsome.
- Thank you.

Well, I better go see
if Principal Turner needs anything.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm making the rest of you guys look bad.

Years ago, I watched you screw up
Karen's life.

I'm not gonna allow
history to repeat itself.

And yet you've been trying to make
that tux work since the '70s.

I'll be watching you, Danny.

I think... I think the fan belt snapped.

Maybe it's the... The thingamajig.

Can I please call Lucas now?

Yeah.

- I have no signal.
- Oh, great.

Well, there's a convenience store
about a mile up ahead.

I'll just walk there and call for a ride,
I guess. You can stay.

No, thank you.

A pregnant girl in a prom dress
with a broken-down car

is how urban legends get started.
I'm coming with you.

What about your leg?

Lt'll be a good test. Come on.

This is the final boarding call
for flight 121,

service to New Orleans.

Oh, good. Good.

You're awake.

I'm sorry about the sedative,

but there were just so many
last-minute details.

I missed you, Peyton. So much.

Oh, God. I missed that smell!

You're probably wondering

how I got out of jail.

"Miss Sawyer.

"Detective Wilcox here.

"We're just calling to let you know
we have your stalker in custody."

Yeah?

You know, I've had a lot of time
to think about

what went wrong with us last time.

A girl like you needs romance.

Get that now.

So, that's why
you and I are gonna have our own

private prom.

Just

the two of us.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm so sorry to hear about your dress.
I had no idea.

It's... It's okay. I got most of it off.

Now when you black light me,
it just says "hoe."

Oh.

So where is she anyway?

I went over to her house to pick her up
and she wouldn't even open the door.

I guess she's not coming.

Hey, I need to leave
for a little while.

Sure. Where are we going?

All right. Take it easy on the turns.

My Grandpa Mel loosened the suspension.

Okay.

Hey, I'll be back in time for my coronation.

Aren't they still voting for prom queen?

Yeah, but it's really just a formality.

You know, the hardest part
about the night we broke up,

it wasn't your betrayal.

It wasn't even falling out
of a second-story window.

No.

The hardest part

was losing my photos.

And now I have to start all over.

Smile, Peyton.

Thanks for picking us up, Mom.

And just think, I couldn't have done this
a month ago.

Well, maybe I just would've spent
a lot more time on the sidewalk.

Pretend I'm not here.

Sorry.

This isn't exactly how I wanted
to start our romantic prom night.

That's okay.

You know, after everything we've been
through in the past year,

your mom taking us to prom
feels pretty good.

- Kind of like we're kids again?
- Yeah. Like, you know,

maybe tonight we don't have to be
married and pregnant.

We can just be teenagers.

In that case, what's your curfew?

Lucas!

You've reached Peyton's voicemail.
Congratulations.

Hey, Peyton, this isn't right.

You're the one I wanna be with tonight,
prom or not.

So call me, okay?

Please.

Miss Gatina, you're no longer allowed
on school grounds.

What are you gonna do, expel me?

Don't make me call the police.

Fine.

All right,
I've got a limo and a fully stocked minibar.

Who's with me?

This school sucks.

Rachel, wait.

I'm coming with you.

What about Brooke?

If she were here, she'd do the same thing.
That's what friends do.

See you, Turner.

Oh.

Expect a call from my lawyer
about the sexual harassment.

She's kidding.

Relax, Turner.

You need a drink.

In fact, I confiscated this flask
off one of your students.

Give me a minute, Karen?

It's time for our first dance.

This song is special.

I made it from your podcasts.

I hope you see now
how much thought I put into tonight.

That's why I couldn't have
you going to prom with Lucas.

And afterwards, giving yourself to him.

I couldn't allow that, Peyton.

You belong to me.

Oh, you're gonna have the perfect prom.

Afterwards, we're gonna go up
to your bedroom

and have the perfect prom night.

Wow, another text from Lucas.

Let's see what it says.

"I'm so sorry.

"Please talk to me.

"Prom sucks without you."

Let's reply.

"Sorry. Running late.

"Wait for me.

"Hugs and kisses."

Is that emoticon too much, you think?

Oh, what the hell.

"Semi-colon, close parenthesis."

- Hey. Glenda, you look great!
- Thank you!

So, I guess I'm not the only one alone
at prom.

Maybe Lucas Scott really is
a Goth at heart.

Peyton's on her way. Finally.

But, you know, I could use company
until she gets here.

Good, 'cause I could use someone to help
me pretend I'm above all this prom stuff.

Okay.

Hey, good news.

Nobody's using the "DW not l" car tonight,
so it's all ours.

Sweet!

You ready to dance?

- Definitely.
- All right.

Definitely not.

- I think I failed the test.
- Okay. Sit down.

- That's all right.
- No. It's not okay.

Aren't you the guy that always said
that at some point,

you just got to deal with the pain?

Yeah, well, I'm an idiot.

Let me get you some punch, okay?

- Here.
- Thank you.

Oh, honey. That ain't punch.

Not bad, huh?

Yeah, they shanghaied my flask when I
came in, then I went to plan B, so it's all...

- You spiked the punch?
- Dude!

- Come here!
- It's prom!

- My wife's pregnant, you idiot.
- Dude, it's prom!

Dude.

It's prom.

Hey, you see that guy over there?

He's got a key to a room at the
Holiday Inn and a box of wine cooling

in the mini-fridge.

You do this a lot?

Helps kill time when you live
on the sidelines.

Okay, it's your turn.

She's wondering if she should forgive
the guy for being an ass

for the last seventeen years.

- Your mom, right?
- Yeah.

And Daddy.

Come on, Peyton.
Your car's in the driveway.

I know you're home.

Okay, Peyton.

Your curling iron's still on,
so if you're trying to make it look

like you're not here,
at least make it convincing.

Great.

Hide in your creepy basement
because you know I hate it.

Too bad.

I'm coming down anyway.

Oh, my God.

Well, well. Brooke Davis.

One kiss wasn't enough
so you came back for seconds?

Get off me!

Brooke!

What happened?
I thought you were leaving tonight.

My flight got delayed by a few hours.

Just enough time to crash prom.

Well, we'll hang out and then
I'll take you back to the airport.

- You sure? I mean, it's your prom night.
- Yeah, but it's your last night.

Besides, prom just makes me
think about Shelly.

All right, Mouth. Talk to me.

I can't stop thinking about her.

Her eyes. Her smile. Those...

Those little freckles on the small
of her back.

Hang on.
The small of her back?

The Clean Teen gave it up.

Nice work!

Yeah, so nice she never wants to see
me again.

Well, welcome to the rest of your life.

Sex changes everything.

You know what?
Let's not talk about Shelly.

This is your night. What do you wanna do?

Well, I wanted to deflower you,
but I guess I'm too late for that.

I wanna do what you wanna do.

I wanna get Shelly back.

Except that.

Shelly is nuts.

And this is coming from a girl
who has seen a lot of nuts.

I know. But...

She made me feel dangerous, you know?

Like... Like I was more than myself.

Mouth, quit talking about Shelly.

- Yeah, I'm boring you.
- No.

You're making me jealous.

So, when do I get the next chapter
of your book?

Or is that your strategy,
get me hooked and leave me hanging?

No, that's not it.

The truth is, I'm stuck

on the day my Uncle Keith died.

I'm sure it's hard to revisit that day.

But telling the truth about it
could help a lot of people.

Maybe even you.

See, that's just it.

I have trouble with the details.

And there's a lot of things
about that day I can't remember.

Kind of like I blocked it out.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you walk me through
the things you can remember?

Maybe it'll help to talk it through.

All right.

It's a good thing I brought extra rope.

Untie me, you freak!

Figures you'd be good with your mouth.

Hey.

No one is gonna hear you.

- Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help!

You know, Peyton?

You really shouldn't play
your music so loud!

- Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help!

Please, can you hear me?

Help!

This is the weirdest prom ever.

No Peyton, no Brooke, no Lucas,

- no Mouth...
- No Rachel.

Good prom.

Nathan, I need you
to drive a student home.

- What do you mean?
- You have the "DW not l" car, don't you?

Yeah, I guess I do.
Who is it?

Why'd you come?

We've been talking about senior prom
since we were eight.

I knew something was wrong.

- So you told someone you were coming?
- No.

- At least I came.
- You should've told somebody.

That is your problem.
You are so ungrateful.

- You're an idiot!
- Don't call me an idiot, bitch.

I hope he kills you first.

That's a good idea.

I know how much you hate her, Peyton.

I was outside today. Watching.

I heard you tell Brooke
that she was dead to you.

Now I'm gonna make it official!

- Derek, wait.
- Why don't you see, Peyton?

I've been searching for some way
to show you how much I love you.

I'm gonna hurt her as much
as she hurt you.

Derek. Hey, hey. Look at me.

If you really, really love me,

let me do it.

This is my chance for revenge. You,
more than anybody, should know that.

Look, you were right about me, okay? Hey.

You were right.

We are so much alike.

I have all the same feelings that you do.

I have all the same desires.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

Hey. I just couldn't admit it before.

I'm gonna prove it to you now, okay?
Just untie me.

You're lying.

Come on, Derek.

You've got the knife.

And I'm half your size.

Hey, baby.

You better not be lying, Peyton.

I'm not, baby.

I promise.

God! That felt good!

Do it again.

Why don't you make it hurt
next time, bitch?

All right, give me the knife.

I'm gonna finish this bitch off.

Give me the knife!

I don't think I can trust you.

Let's talk about trust, okay?

See, you lied to me.

You said you were my brother, didn't you?

You went about everything
all wrong, Derek.

My God, you're...
You're such a beautiful boy.

All you had to do was ask.

Now how about you give me the knife?

And then when I'm finished with her,
we'll go upstairs, okay?

Okay?

Come here.

You wanna cut vertically.

It's counterintuitive.

I know.

All those times you said
I was a backstabbing bitch,

you had no idea how right you were.

- God, did you have to hit me so hard?
- I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!

Peyton, Peyton, he's moving!

Just get out of here!

No! I'm not leaving you!

That was so disappointing.

You know what?

I changed my mind.

I think I'll kill you first.

Peyton, run!

Yeah, Peyton.

Run!

You shouldn't lie, Peyton.
It's not very nice!

So this is where Peyton and I hid
on the day of the shooting.

She told me she loved me.

I just figured it was because she lost
a lot of blood.

But on some level, I knew it was true.

I was just too afraid to admit it
because it would hurt Brooke.

You ever think maybe that's why
you have trouble writing about that day?

Maybe you blocked things out
because you're afraid if you face the truth,

it could hurt the other people you love?

So I heard about you and Brooke Davis.

High five!

Well, I guess that means you guys
have, like, an open marriage?

That is so great.

- Out.
- But...

- But my house is a like a mile...
- Out.

All right, cool.
I'll see you guys Monday.

You still wanna be a teenager?

Oh, my gosh!

You know, I used to dream about
how wonderful senior prom would be.

Last great party with all of my friends
before we graduate.

This night,

- this is nothing like I predicted.
- Yeah.

Well, you gotta be careful
about your predictions.

Baby, school's back that way.

- Where we going?
- It's a surprise.

Oh. Okay.

Open the door, Peyton!

You already know I can break it down.

You forgot to lock it.

I didn't forget.

Doesn't feel too good, does it?

Not gonna run from you anymore, Derek!

I'm not gonna run anymore period.
Now get up!

- You've been training.
- That's right.

With my real brother.

He taught me this.

Now that is for making me afraid
to sleep at night,

you creepy, hair-smelling, son of a bitch!

Did you really think

you could beat me?

A girl, huh?

How about two girls?

- Peyton, what do I do?
- Just kick him!

Brooke, kick him!

Peyton, eighth-grade cheer camp.

I hated the bottom of that pyramid.

Yeah, I know.
You bitched about it all summer.

Peyton, be careful. He's gonna lunge.

They always lunge.

- I'm gonna call 911.
- Brooke, wait.

Give me five minutes.

Look, about earlier today...

You were right. All those things
that I said about your mom...

No.

We both said a lot of things today.

And besides, if you hadn't come right now,

I'd be bitching to both my moms
about you in person.

You saved me.

You saved me, too.

I guess now it's hoes over psychos.

Yeah.

So where do we go from here?

Prom.

Okay.

Flight 21 to Roanoke is now boarding
from Gate 2.

Flight 21 to Roanoke is at Gate 2.

You know, I lied to you
when I told you my flight was delayed.

The truth is,
I just wasn't ready to get on it.

Why not?

Because I wanted us to have
our last dance.

Let's have it.

You're gonna break a lot of hearts,
Mouth McFadden.

So, what do you think?

- Does this beat our prom?
- Well, let's see.

The theme for our prom

- was "Every Rose Has lts Thorn." Yeah.
- "Thorn." Right.

That was also the night that I told you

I was leaving to take
the basketball scholarship.

I want you to know
that for the past seventeen years,

I've been pretending
that that was the right choice.

The last seventeen years,
I've been pretending

that choice didn't break my heart.

I wanna ask you something.

Do you think it's impossible for you
to ever have feelings for me again?

Like you once did?

No.

It's not impossible.

What are we doing here?

Well, do you remember
the last time we were up here?

Yeah, I do.
It was when we were separated.

I try to forget.

Well, you showed me the predictions
that you and Lucas make

every year on the first day of school. And...

Well, I made a prediction of my own
that night, remember?

There it is.

"Haley and I will be together
again by graduation."

Did you really believe that?

I was in a pretty dark place back then,
but I never stopped believing in us.

My prediction came true, Hales.

And as far as I'm concerned,
that makes this a great night.

So you think that leg's ready for a dance?

Oh, I wish it were. But it's still a little stiff.

- Sorry.
- Then we won't use it.

Oh, well. It's my lucky night.

Attention. Now boarding Flight 243
to New Orleans at Gate 6.

That's me.

Attention. Now boarding Flight 243
to New Orleans at Gate 6.

Then I guess this is goodbye.

I'm really glad you came back
tonight, Rachel.

Me too.

Hey,

you wanna come with me?

I can't. I'd miss finals and graduation.

It's suicidal.

No.

It's just dangerous.

It's okay, Mouth.

See you later.

Rachel, wait.

I'm coming with you.

So it's you.

What do you mean?

You lost your phone.

- That's not my phone.
- You sure?

Yeah.

What's wrong with you?

And where's my mom?

She's...

I'm sorry. I just...

What are you doing here, Lucas?

I guess I just keep feeling like...

I keep feeling like Keith's
trying to tell me something.

We already had this conversation, Son.

- I know. But...
- No.

Keith's dead. Okay? He's not coming back.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Luke.

Open your eyes!

- Keith...
- Luke,

I love you. Now go.

Go.

You ready for this, Brooke Davis?

Welcome to prom, P. Sawyer.

Attention, everyone!
Gather round the stage.

It's time to announce our prom queen.

The envelope, please.

All right. And this year's prom queen,

Brooke Davis!

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