One Tree Hill (2003–2012): Season 5, Episode 8 - Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - full transcript

Previously on One Tree Hill.

Here's to hanging with our crew.

And to everyone getting what they want.

I've kind of been seeing my boss.

Alice is considering me for an on-air
position and those are hard to get.

I'm really glad Brooke set us up.

Haven't you learned
you only get off when I do?

- This is over.
- Then you're fired.

You're just upset because the talent left
your band. Come on.

- Hey.
- Hey, man.

Hey! He's not worth it, okay? Let it go.



- You're lucky.
- Oh!

I'm a little drunk, so in case I said
a lot of inappropriate things tonight,

I meant all of them.

I know Peyton's the reason
you're writing again

and I refuse to be a chapter in that book.

Lindsey, Lindsey, wait.

I fly to LA, I ask you to marry me,
you said no, so I moved on.

Why haven't you?

Because I should have said yes.

You still love me, don't you?

I have to go see Lindsey.

Lindsey?

I'm gonna go to New York, Lucas.

I'm not sure when I'll be back.



Don't do this. I know you're upset, I know.

But you need to believe me
when I tell you, you're the girl I love.

Then how come you never gave me this?

I got home and I thought I'd do
some menial chore,

to get my mind off of how angry I was.

Laundry was the first thing
that came to mind.

Who hides a ring in a sock drawer, Luke?

- Lindsey, that ring...
- Don't. I'm just gonna go.

For the record,

it's as beautiful as I imagined it would be.

Take it.

I was waiting to give you the ring until
I was sure I had another book in me.

I just don't want you to end up
regretting me because I can't finish.

I would never regret you.

You say that now.

But what if I'm not Lucas the writer?
What if I'm

Lucas the small-time basketball coach?

What if that's all I'm ever gonna be?

Then I'd be the small-town
basketball coach's wife.

Look at me, Lucas.

I don't love you for your book.

I love you for the mind
that book sprang from.

And I don't care if you
never write another word again.

You will always be more than
a small-town basketball coach.

Because you'll be the man that I love.

Lindsey

Evelyn Strauss.

Will you marry me?

Lindsey. I'm sorry. I never wanted...

Lucas asked me to marry him.

Are you awake?

No.

Sorry I got upset with you.

You were right to be upset.

I finally started walking again. I've got
no business being in some guy's face.

Lucas kissed Peyton.

What? When?

Before we left Tric, in Peyton's office.

I walked in and I saw the whole thing,
or enough of it.

I don't understand how Lucas
can do this to Lindsey,

after everything that
they've been through.

And Peyton, who...
Who does she think she is?

She turned down Lucas' proposal,
she broke his heart.

She has no right to take him from Lindsey.

Maybe it wasn't what it looked like.

Maybe it was just a friendly kiss
or maybe it was a good-bye kiss.

Maybe it was just a mistake.

No, I know what I saw.

This was a full-on,
romantic Lucas/Peyton kiss.

Then you should forget what you saw.

Oh, really? Forget it?

How...
No, what I need to do is tell Lindsey.

Now, see, that's not your place.

Regardless of what it looked like.
I mean, look, if Lucas

is cheating on Lindsey, then he needs to
be man enough to tell her himself.

You know, of all the guys I dated
in New York, not one of them

ever named a shot after me.

I think it kind of separates you

from all the rich, handsome, famous,
successful, educated types.

Flatter me all you want, you're still cut off.

Listen, pal, my name
is technically a brand.

So I could sue you
for naming that shot after me.

First of all, you named the shot
after yourself.

Second of all, that shot was named
the Patricia Foster last week,

the Liz Thompson the week before,

chances are it'll have a new name
tomorrow night,

so if you wanna sue me, better do it fast.

Well, if my name's only gonna be on it
for the night,

maybe there's something else
I should do real fast.

I think you are way too full of yourself
to make that kind of decision.

I...

Hi, P. Sawyer.

Please tell me those are tears of joy.

Okay, no, I'm coming home right now.

Oh, not so fast, headline waiting to
happen, I'll drop you off.

You do like me.

No, you driving drunk is just something
I actually can get sued for.

It's Millicent, leave a message.

Hi, Millicent, it's... It's Mouth. Marvin.

Mouth. I just wanted you to know
I had a really nice time with you tonight,

and I'm sorry if it ended weird
or if you felt bad.

Not that you should feel bad,
I should feel bad.

I do feel bad.

So call me.

Marvin. Mouth.

I mean, you should call me
and my name is Marvin or Mouth.

Not you should call me Marvin.
I just want...

Tell me you are not
lying here torturing yourself

with a copy of Lucas' book.

"At that moment my triumph
was not a state championship,

"but a moment of clarity. "

I've read it, honey, I know how it ends.

It's funny.

Because it seems like Lucas has forgotten.

Brooke, he asked Lindsey to marry him.

What? That's crazy.

Maybe, or maybe
crazy is me thinking that...

That he could still have feelings for me
after all these years.

We both know Lucas has a history of

throwing himself
into the wrong relationship,

especially when he can't
admit the truth about who he loves.

No.

It's different this time.

Okay.

What am I supposed to do?

Come here.

First, you're gonna let go.

Now we're gonna sit.

And you are gonna cry on my shoulder,

for as long as you need to. Okay?

Come here.

Suddenly, it was as if
the roar of the crowd,

the echo of the final buzzer,
the cheers of my teammates

were all sounding
from a thousand miles away.

And what remained in that bizarre,
muffled silence was only Peyton,

the girl whose art and passion
and beauty had changed my life.

In that moment, my triumph
was not a state championship,

but simple clarity.

The realization that we had always
been meant for each other

and every instinct to the contrary
had simply been a denial

of the following truth...

I was now, and would always be,

in love with Peyton Sawyer.

Hi, I'm really sorry we're late.

Hey, no TV for you and no ice cream
until the afternoon.

Keep it to one scoop, okay?

One, okay.

You forgot.

It's fine, okay. You look so handsome.

Okay, your dad's gonna pick you up
after practice, all right? Bye.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

- Haley. I'm so glad you're here.
- Hi.

Oh, I gotta go, actually,
but is everything okay?

Oh, everything's great.

I mean as long as this town's
big enough for two Mrs. Scotts.

Oh, my God.

Uh...

- Congratulations!
- Congratulations!

Hangover?

More like teetering on the edge of death.

Don't you need that?

I'll brew more.

Thanks.

Listen, I don't remember
much of last night.

But I have a feeling I was
less than professional.

Well, it's probably my fault
for not cutting you off.

But, hey, on the bright side,
at least your drunken mistake

didn't ruin your basketball career.

Did it ruin my nanny career?

You gotta stop the flirting, Carrie.

And the skinny-dipping and...

I think the severity of this hangover pretty
much guarantees it'll never happen again.

I hope that's true.

Drink plenty of water.

Hey, Mouth, did... What are you doing?

- Well, the thing is, I...
- Did you hear about Alice?

She got fired.

What? When?

First thing this morning.
She's already gone.

How great is that?

That is greater than you know.

So what happened? You think they found
out about how abusive she was, or...

Not exactly. Apparently
she was sleeping with an employee.

They're totally, like, cleaning house.

Man, we ain't gonna never beat La Salle
if you gonna be late.

Actually, we're never gonna beat La Salle,
even if you're on time.

Well, maybe I should've spent last night
planning a strategy to win,

instead of getting engaged, huh?

Definitely.

Wait, hold on.
Did you just say, "Engaged"?

Congratulations, big brother,
that's awesome.

No doubt, baby. Way to go.

So who's the lucky girl?

- You're kidding, right?
- No, that's a legit question.

I mean, we figure with Peyton back
in town, it could be anybody's ballgame.

- Could even be Brooke by now, right?
- Stop.

It's Lindsey.

Excellent choice.

Looks like things might work out
for you after all.

Maybe not.

You see what I'm talking about?
You can't just hit people.

Man, all I know is Mrs. James Scott
needed somebody to defend her honor,

and her own husband wasn't
man enough to do it.

Let me tell you something.

My wife's honor is not something
that can be taken away

by some loudmouth jackass in a bar.

What can be taken away
is your ability to play.

It looks like it's just a sprain.

Could be a few days, could be a month.

That's just great.
That's a hell of a punch, Q.

You might have taken out
a whole team with it.

Hi.

If you wanted to break my heart,
there are a thousand ways you could do it.

You did not have to
propose to Lindsey to hurt me.

It didn't have anything to do with you.

It was just weird timing.

Weird timing. Okay, Luke.

- I know that it must seem like...
- No, don't marry her, Luke!

- Peyton, you can't...
- Am I crazy?

Do you not feel what I have felt

every day that we've been apart
for the last three years?

Because I have felt there is this vital piece
of me that's been missing.

And I tried to fill it, Luke.

I tried to fill it with work
and friends and music.

And it stayed empty until last night
when you kissed me,

and my entire universe
snapped back into focus.

Lucas, look me in the eye

and tell me that that kiss did not feel

exactly the same as it felt three years ago.

I'm in love with her, Peyton.

What is going on here?

Just congratulating Luke.

Did you hear he's engaged?

Yeah, I'm gonna be her matron of honor.

Luke, I need to talk to you alone.

Something you want to tell me?

Is this a trick question?

Luke, marriage is a huge commitment.

Can you honestly tell me
that you're positive Lindsey's the one?

Okay, I know where this is going.
Tell you the truth...

Lindsey will always be my number two.

But only because you are my number one.

And you always will be.
Just don't tell Lindsey or Nathan.

Lucas, marriage is serious, and you better
be ready to commit to Lindsey

for the rest of your life.

Does that mean you're happy for me?

Get the doctor! Get the doctor! Nurse.

Mama said no TV.

She's at 125 over 70.

Shh. What mama doesn't know
won't hurt her.

She's okay. We've set
the monitor to notify of any changes.

Let me know if Adrian tells Lexine
they harvested the wrong lung.

You know he's going to.

Can I help you?

Looking for a gift for this girl I know.

Well, you've definitely
come to the right place.

What's this girl look like?

Dark hair, hazel eyes.

If she didn't already own it,
I bet she'd like this one.

Yeah, but she's a little taller than you,
so, you have any other sizes?

Brooke, it's Victoria.

She's setting a meeting for you
with a furrier.

One sec.

Apparently, furs are about to make
an unprecedented comeback.

Really? Jamie, cover your ears.

Hi, let's make this short and sweet.

There is no situation in which I am
going to kill furry woodland creatures

to make coats out of them, okay? Thanks.

Let me guess.
Bar hag's still calling the shots?

Aren't you supposed to be shopping
for some fugly giantess?

I'm just saying, why do you work with her
if she makes you that crazy?

Well, first of all, the bar hag,
as you call her, is my mother.

And second of all,
she's my business partner.

And if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have
a bazillion-dollar company,

a magazine and all these lovely clothes
you see here.

My mother wanted me to be
an orthodontist, but I just said no.

Judging from your car,
maybe you should have reconsidered.

Jab against my car.

You're that girl, huh?

That's disappointing.

What's underneath all the clothes,
Brooke Davis?

Hey, Peyton, it's me, Molly.
I live in your old bedroom...

Right, right, keeper of my closet door, hey.

If I'd known other people would be reading
everything I wrote on that thing,

I probably would have been more careful.

Well, I'm glad you weren't.

I wanted to ask, did Lucas really carry you
out of the library after you got shot?

Yeah.

That must have been so romantic.

Well, I was actually kind of preoccupied,
bleeding out on the library carpet, so...

Didn't really think about that.

I don't really remember writing
that part down on my closet doors.

- Oh, right. Of course.
- I've read it 13 times. Is that weird?

Well, it's just that,
when we moved into our new house

and I read your closet door,
I knew it was special.

Then I read this book.

And I realized
I was part of this timeless love story.

The truth is, sometimes I read that door
and I imagine

that I have your life instead of mine.

No, Molly, I am not someone you want to
live vicariously through, okay?

I'm... I'm a mess.

Lucas Scott didn't think so.

Besides, even if you are,
no one's ever gonna write about my life.

- It's Marvin, right?
- Yes, sir.

I suppose you heard
we had to fire Alice Day

for carrying on an inappropriate
relationship with a subordinate.

I suppose you know
a little something about that.

- Yes, sir. I...
- It's okay, son.

Apparently, half the station
knew about Alice and Rick.

Rick?

Evening news anchorman Rick?

I know. Programming Director
sleeping with her anchor? Oh, boy.

Competition's gonna love that, huh?

I'm sorry, Rick, with the...
With the toup?e, Rick?

Listen, Marvin,
we're in a bit of a scramble here.

We're gonna need all hands on deck.

I watched your audition tape.

It's good. You know, the Tree Hill Ravens
have their season opener coming up.

How would you like to cover it?

Yes, sir. Yes.

- Good man.
- Thank you.

McFadden, word of advice?

There's opportunity here for a kid
who'll work hard and keep his nose clean.

Yes, sir.

What did they say?
Do they know about Carlton?

- What about Carlton?
- He was giving it to Alice.

What, you didn't know?

They said she was sleeping with Rick.

Really? Wait, wait, wait.
Anchorman Rick with the toup?e?

Ew!

- So she was sleeping with Carlton, too?
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, Mouth. They didn't say anything
about me, did they?

No, why would they say...

You were sleeping with her, too?

Just a few mornings before work.

Rick? I mean, that... That's just nasty.

You ready?

Okay, we're rolling.

Haley, did I do something to upset you?

You mean besides lying and cheating?

Excuse me?

You told me you weren't back for Lucas.

- I'm not.
- That's the lying.

- Haley...
- You kissed him last night. I saw you.

And that's the cheating.

And now I have to be the matron
of honor to a really sweet girl

whose fianc? is hooking up
with his old girlfriend behind her back.

So, yeah, I know we're friends, but, yeah,
Peyton, you did something to upset me.

And that should upset you.

Okay, listen.

You said, "No," Peyton,
and Lindsey said, "Yes. "

I said, "Someday. "

Well, Lucas fell in love in the meantime.

You gotta stop trying
to take that away from him.

But that's the thing, it's not
what he says, it's the way he says it.

He honestly acts like he is above me,
which is ridiculous.

He's a bartender.
He mixes drinks for a living.

Like chocolate milk?

Not exactly.

Are you gonna kill furry
woodland creatures?

I most certainly am not gonna
kill furry woodland creatures.

Promise?

Pinky swear, yeah.

And, where was I? Oh!

He should be so lucky. I am Brooke Davis.

Brooke Penelope Davis.

Exactly!

Besides, what has he ever even said
to make me think he's worth my time?

"What's underneath all the clothes,
Brooke Davis?"

How old are you again?

All right. One more scoop for
the boy genius, but don't tell your mom.

Come on.

This top is really cute. Big date?

Oh, just hoping to impress a guy.

Well, I hope this does the trick.

Fingers crossed.

Millicent, you never called me back,
so I thought I'd swing by.

Actually, I didn't call back on purpose.

Oh, can I ask why?

I don't think we're a good match.

I mean, you like sports,
and I like ballet, so there's that.

That's, like, the worst reason
I've ever heard.

Then how about you like having sex
with your boss, and I like ballet?

Brooke told me.

Thank you, Brooke Davis.

Look, that's completely over with,
as of last night.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, Marvin,
but it's not really the point.

I don't wanna date the kind of guy
who would sleep with his boss

to get ahead at his job.

No matter how hot or funny
or smart he is otherwise.

Millicent...

I'm very sorry, Marvin,

but you're just not the guy
I had hoped you would be.

I'm Marvin McFadden, along by...

I'm Marvin McFadden, and with today is...

You okay?

I'm sorry.
This is the biggest break of my life,

and I can't stop thinking
about this girl I met.

Uh-huh.

She thinks I'm morally bankrupt,
and the truth is, I have been lately.

Come on, Mouth.
You're the most stand-up guy I know.

All right, look, if it's true, turn it around.

Thanks, Lucas. Where were we?

You were asking me how we intend on

avoiding getting our asses handed to us.

I'm here with coach Lucas Scott,
whose storied buzzer-beater

sealed a championship for
the Tree Hill Ravens four years ago.

Hi, Mom.

So is there any way that there's, like,

a cosmic loophole
that could allow you to talk to me?

'Cause I could really use one of those
mother /daughter talks

all the other girls are raving about.

Well, Lucas

has asked another girl to marry him.

I know, right? Who does he think he is,

asking some beautiful,

brilliant successful editor over
the unemployed girl who said, "Someday"?

What do I do now, Mom?

Where do I go from here?

Thanks, Mom.

Scott residence.

Hey, Carrie. It's me.

Listen, I have been making
some great progress with Mia,

and I was hoping to put in
a few more hours

but I wasn't sure if Jamie and Nathan
were waiting on me for dinner.

They're not home right now,
but I'll handle dinner if they show up.

Really? That would be great.

Thank you. You're a lifesaver.

Just happy to help.

Boys, dinner's ready.

Let me see that. Oh, it's genius.

It's a work of art.

A work of art. Look, Mama.

I mean, Nanny Carrie.

Hi, I've been thinking about
what you said earlier, and I get it.

I wouldn't want to date you if
you were sleeping with your boss, either.

Brooke?

No, Victoria.

Ew!

I would totally date you
if you were sleeping with Brooke.

Millicent, wait, I'm not that guy.

At least that's not the guy
I've been in the past.

Would you give me just one chance
to prove that to you, please?

I promise it's not a date.

Go home.

But first, we toast your engagement.

- Oh.
- Ha, ha.

You know, I'm nervous.

Oh, don't be nervous.

Them chumps at La Salle,
they won't even know what hit 'em.

Yeah, I'm not talking about the game.

I know.

Look, I was nervous my first time, too.

Just remember. It's a beautiful expression
of love between a man and a woman.

- Very funny.
- Luke, you're a man.

I'd be worried if you said
you wasn't nervous.

So, here's to my friend Lucas Scott,

who don't need to be nervous because
he always, without fail, follows his heart.

Huh.

Cheers.

Hmm!

God.

- All right, how about just one more?
- Yeah.

Where are we?

I know it doesn't look like much,
but this is my favorite room in the world.

With our satellite, I can find almost
any sporting event anywhere, anytime.

That's great, but why?
I mean, why sports?

I guess, when I watch a game, it reminds
me we all have greatness inside of us.

You know, on any given day,
an underdog can rise up.

Gives me hope.

Here we go.

- What's this?
- The Moscow Ballet.

I hear they're pretty good.

I don't understand.

Well, I was hoping you would tell me
why you love ballet.

'Cause I think you're really great, Millicent,

and I'd love to know more about you.

I'm sorry I called you "Mama. "

It's okay.

You wanna hear a secret?

Sometimes I pretend you're my kid.

- You're so good with him.
- No, he's good with me.

What? What's so funny?

Nothing, just, you've had paint
on your face for the past two hours.

Why didn't you tell me? Where?

Here.

Wait a minute. Close your eyes.

You actually managed to get paint
on your eyelids.

- Okay.
- Hold on. I'll get it.

Nanny Carrie!

Hey.

Do you think maybe Whitey
will let you out of practice early

so we can catch a movie?

What are you doing, Peyton?

I'm just pretending for a second that
we're still 17 and nothing's changed.

Would you believe I actually met a girl
who lives vicariously through us?

At least the us in the book?

Sure, I do.

It was a great story to be a part of,
but it also took place a long time ago.

I know.
I didn't come here to rehash the past.

I was reminded today in a roundabout way

that the most perfect act of love
is sacrifice.

That's what Keith did for Karen.

Burying his feelings for her for all those
years so he could be a good friend.

I love you, Lucas.

And I think I have
since the first moment we locked eyes.

And it is gonna suck!

But if what you want is for me to let go,

then I'm gonna do it.

Be happy, Luke.

I want that with all my heart.

Dear Molly,
this is gonna sound a little strange.

But I'd like you to paint over
my old closet door.

The thing is, there is never a time
when you'll be more honest,

when your convictions will be stronger

or when your motives will be more pure
than they are right now.

Which means you should chase
whatever it is that excites you.

They have such perfect lines
and grace and power.

If I closed my eyes, you could totally
be talking about sports right now.

Maybe you should try it.

Ballet?

Closing your eyes.

Be confident and take risks.

And paint over my words
so you can start writing your own.

I assume you're not carjacking me.

You said you wanted to know
what was under the clothes.

I was being existential.

I was being literal and serious.

You make two fantastic points.

I should be getting home.

What? You're turning down naked me?

Nobody turns down naked me.

Relax. It was a joke.

- You win.
- Really?

Absolutely. Let's have sex, Brooke Davis.

Your place or mine?

As if.

You haven't earned that, bartender boy.

Sleep tight.

My story may have inspired you,

but I'm certain your story will inspire
the next girl to live in our room.

Attagirl.

- Hi.
- Hey. You're home late.

Yeah, sorry.
Mia's album is sounding awesome.

Great. Just wish you were home more.

Thanks. Me, too.

Yeah.

God, it's been a long day.

Snapped at Lucas,
basically called Peyton a whore.

I feel pretty lousy about it.

Are you gonna tell Lindsey about the kiss?

I don't know. I'm starting to think
some things are better left secrets.

Hi. I'm going to bed now, okay?

Yeah, great. We're fine here.

Just let me know if you need me.

I want you to know, you don't
need somebody to write about you

in order for your life to mean something.

You can write about yourself,
make your own destiny.

Then, years from now, the next girl will
keep what you write on that door

long enough to remind you
of how inspired your life is.

And you can tell that girl
to paint over the door

because you realize the words you wrote,

the friends you had, the urgency you felt
will always be there underneath the paint.

Let's get married right away.

The love you professed
will always be there.

The spark of something
undeniable, a seed of hope.

The truth, for better or for worse,
burning fiercely, just below the surface.

Love, Peyton.

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