One Tree Hill (2003–2012): Season 5, Episode 9 - For Tonight You're Only Here to Know - full transcript

Previously on One Tree Hill.

- I still love you, Lucas.
- Peyton, I...

Lucas asked me to marry him.

What the hell is this?

- Well, we have this website.
- Yeah, we're sports announcers.

Everyone get away from the door!

- Jim, you can't do this.
- It's a little late for that, Mouth.

You're bleeding.
We gotta get you somewhere safe.

- Come on.
- No, I can't. I can't walk. I tried.

Jimmy, please.

- I'm sorry.
- No!



He was my friend.

I... I miss him a lot.

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.

Take a look at this picture.
What do you see?

There's a high school basketball game
tonight somewhere in America

and there's a great story there.

But sometimes to find it,
you have to look away.

Into the shadows,
on the fringe of the obvious.

Can you see it? Look closer.

Cut. Cut!

Great. Really great work, Mia. Excellent.
Thank you guys very much.



We can check that and move on.

- Hey. How crazy is this?
- Hey.

- It looks just like your classroom, right?
- I know, it's so crazy.

- All right, gate's good. Let's move on.
- Thank you.

I kind of need to get out of here.

I don't know if you guys need me
for close-ups.

- No, no, no. You're good.
- Okay. All right, see you.

Oh, Haley.

Um...

Okay, about the whole
Lucas engagement thing, I just...

- You gotta let him go, Peyton.
- I know.

It's just hard.

You'll be okay. I'll see you at the game.

This is so awesome. What's next?

We go hand-held.

Local boys make good.
A new era dawns.

Come on, find the story.

Tonight's the big night, baby.

First game of the season and broadcasting
debut for Marvin McFadden.

It's just a taped segment.
I'm not even sure they're gonna run it.

Man, they gonna run it.

Look, you gonna throw down so hard,
they gonna have to run it.

Got an angle, right?

Yeah, I'm thinking "Former state
champions take over. "

Something like that.

Yeah, that's all good.
Well, look, if you need anything, I got you.

All-access, baby.

Hey, Mouth. Relax, dawg.
You gonna do great, all right?

Hey, sorry. I'll just be one more minute.

I've never seen Jamie so keyed-up.
He's so excited about this game.

- Everything all right?
- I have to tell you something.

It's about Carrie.

I should probably be the one to tell her.

I have to give my two weeks' notice.

Why?

Because I got accepted to a graduate
program that I thought I couldn't afford,

but I got a last-minute scholarship offer,
and I think I have to take it.

Well, of course you do. Congratulations.

We're gonna miss you.
I hope Jamie doesn't take it too hard.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, too.
More than you know.

Hey, Luke.

You working on the game plan?

Actually, I was just thinking about Keith.

Wishing he were here, you know?

I've been thinking about Jimmy all week.

What I wouldn't give to trade this day
for that one.

I see they took Dan's jersey down
in the gym. I'm glad.

Jimmy'd be proud of you.

Thanks. You, too.

Good luck, Luke.

Thanks, Mouth. You, too.

Oh, Keith, please help me out tonight.

- So, what you think, ball? It's good?
- Yeah, it's good.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Hey, Peyton, is that really
who you used to be?

Yep, that's me. Come on.

Wow. You were really cool.
What happened?

Watch it.

So tell me again, we're going to see the
team that your ex-boyfriend coaches,

but now he's engaged
to Haley's friend, right?

Okay. You wanna see
where I went to high school or not?

No, totally. I just wanna know
who we hate before we get there.

You see the girl showing off
her cheap-ass engagement ring

to my best friend?

Yeah. Lindsey, right?

That's who we hate.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

I cannot believe that Lindsey
invited Brooke to the game.

I mean, it's bad enough she's got Lucas,

but now she's got to
snake in on my friends, too?

You know, I once put a hex on a girl
I hated, and it totally worked.

Really? Maybe you could give
her, like, a horrible rash

or something for the wedding.

Totally. So are we gonna go back or what?

I mean, I'm pretty excited
about this catfight.

Okay, do you want to see
the place where I got shot

- and almost bled to death or what?
- The catfight can wait.

- Hey, we saved you a seat.
- Hi, thank you so much.

Oh, I can't wait to get
a good shot of Jamie...

With my camera that I don't have.
It's in my classroom.

Can we go with you?

I'm dying to see teacher girl's classroom.

All right. Come on.

All right, let's go. Listen up.

Four years ago, we won
a state championship.

And since then,
there's been a lot of losing.

But this is a new team,
and this is your house.

- Good teams win at home.
- Every game.

Every game.

And this is a good team.

Believe in that. Believe in each other.

It all starts tonight, boys.

A new team deserves a new look.

You should win half of your games
just for looking so damn good.

And Jamie Scott.

You better suit up, too, son.

If Q's hand isn't right, we might need you.

Go, Jamie. Go, Jamie. Go, Jamie.
Hey. Go, Jamie. Hey.

Go, Jamie. Go, Jamie. Hey. Go, Jamie.
Hey. Go, Jamie.

This is so weird. I feel like I haven't
walked these halls in 20 years.

- Yeah?
- Hey...

Isn't that Mia?

Okay.
Yeah.

- Mia? What are you doing here?
- Hey.

Oh, hey, Peyton.

Hey, check it out. It's my old friends,
Brooke and Haley, and their

new pal, Lindsey.

Peyton, we made plans for tonight
before you...

Before you called me a bitch.

Bitch? No. No, I did not call you a bitch.

I said I didn't like you.

- Peyton...
- No, you don't have to make apologies

to her, just like I'm not apologizing
because I'm engaged to Lucas

and she's not.

You know, I really was gonna
try to be nice to you,

but I think that's officially over.

- Works for me.
- Great.

- I'm gonna head back.
- Hey.

If you get tired dragging
that fat ass of yours back to the gym

- there is a water fountain down the hall.
- Whatever, you bulimic bitch.

I can't. There's no handle.

They're fixing them over the weekend.

- So, what's that mean?
- I think it means we're stuck.

Help. Help. Somebody.

- Help us!
- Help us. Somebody...

Somebody, please.
Somebody get us out of here. Help!

Lindsey, nobody's gonna hear you.
They're all at the game.

We cannot be locked in here.
I am totally claustrophobic.

But it's, like, a huge library.

- It's the locked-in part.
- Just relax. You'll be okay.

Okay, they're fixing all the other doors.
No handles.

And the phones seem to be out.

Yeah. All the calls will go
through the office. Nobody's answering.

All right. Does anybody have cell phone
reception? 'Cause I got nothing.

I don't.

Nobody ever gets cell phone
reception in here.

Except for me, 'cause the world loves me.

I'm gonna call Mouth.
I'll have us out of here in two seconds.

Hey, this is Mouth.
Please leave me a message.

It went to voicemail.

Well, there's gotta be somebody else
we can call to get out of here.

Call the police. 911.

Oh, really? There's someone
out there getting murdered

and we're gonna bother the police?
No. There is somebody that we know

who's not coaching
or playing in this game.

Don't ask me. I just moved here.

Brooke.

- I don't want to.
- Brooke.

I don't even know his number.

What's going on?
What are you talking about?

Brooke's gonna call Owen,
her new bartender crush, to get us out.

- I am not. It's too soon.
- Brooke, we're gonna miss the game.

I don't want to call him.
It violates all the rules of dating etiquette.

I am gonna look desperate,
he has to do us a favor

- and then he can make fun of me for it.
- Oh, my God.

Fine. I will call him,
but if he does not sleep with me after this,

it is your fault. All of you.

I think I'm okay with that.

What?

- My battery just died. It's great.
- What?

- Isn't that great?
- Brooke, we're stuck.

Stuck is not good.

Come, come sit down
for a second, okay?

All right, just breathe and close your eyes

and try and think of a place
that makes you happy and calm.

You got it? Where are you?

I'm with my dad.
We're walking near Walden Pond. It's fall.

- The leaves are changing.
- You're not here. You're there.

Better?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Hey, Mia, are you okay?

I'm great.
I actually think this is kinda awesome.

I can finally get to know you guys.
I have questions.

No. Now is not the time.

Oh, come on.
You guys totally fascinate me.

- Especially you, Brooke.
- Really?

Well, in that case, ask away, my dear.

Okay. Like, you're really successful, right?

- Like, really cool and rich?
- Yes, yes and yes.

So why do you let that horrible stink
of a mom boss you around all the time?

You should quit being so nosy.

Come on, Brooke.
You know she's not nice.

- I'm not talking about my mom.
- Hey. She doesn't appreciate you.

- She is my mother, all right?
- That doesn't make it right.

Okay. It's time for the two new kids
to stay the hell out of it,

and as for you two,
I expect you both to understand.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You know what it means.

Neither of your moms were around,
at least not in all the time

that I've been friends with you.

And I'm sorry for that, but what if you had
a chance to have them back in your lives?

Brooke, I would love to have them back,

both of them, all right? But I would hope
that they'd be coming back

because they love me,
not because they wanted to run my label.

- Oh, the label I financed?
- No, easy. I'm with you.

Now. You are with me now, Peyton,

but for the last four years,
my mom has been with me every day

helping me create a pretty great company.

That's not true.

I was with you when you created that
pretty great company, and so was Peyton.

Maybe your mom made it bigger,
but you created it all by yourself.

You did. You made it great before your
mom even stepped into the picture.

You guys don't know anything about it.

Maybe not, but I do know
that a mother's love is unconditional,

and you don't have to earn it,
and you don't have to

design a fashion label to keep it.

It just is.

You don't know anything about it.

You okay?

I'm thinking I can break this window.

Lindsey, somebody's gonna come
get us out of here.

- I can do it.
- No... Oh... Okay.

Jeez, that chair is really heavy.

Hey.

Check it out.
I found librarian Glaufelte's stash.

We always knew she was boozy.
Want some?

Whatcha reading?

B. Davis.

She came up with this, Peyton.

The magazine, the high-end clientele,
Victoria did all of it.

I know. But it's not called V. Davis, is it?

All those years growing up,
I just wanted her to see me.

To see me and appreciate me
and maybe love me.

And now that I have it, even if it's for
the wrong reasons, it's hard to let it go.

Can you understand that?

Yeah.

This is terrible.

It's Lucas' first game,
we're stuck in this stupid library.

- Ah, I wish we knew the score.
- Ravens down by eight.

Wait, let me refresh. Ravens down by ten.

- Are you online?
- Yeah.

Brooke, Peyton, come here.
We got Internet.

Hey, you guys want to see me at Tric?

Okay, there's got to be a way
we can use this to get out.

Or at least order a pizza.
I'm starving. No, that's it.

Do we need to be thinking
about food right now?

No, we order pizza online. We have it
delivered here so we can get out.

- Oh.
- Okay, Blackwell's Pizzeria...

They are open.
You can order online, and they deliver.

- Yes.
- Nice.

- So, what are we getting?
- What?

What kind of pizza?

- I don't know. Mushroom and sausage.
- Oh, no mushroom, please, I...

- Brooke.
- Actually, I'm totally with Brooke.

- Canadian bacon?
- Canadian bacon. Extra cheese.

- You guys, seriously...
- Just order the damn pizza.

- Okay. Do not yell at me.
- I'll yell at you if I want.

Just order it. Freaking sausage,
freaking Canadian bacon

freaking mushroom,
I wanna get the hell out of here.

We all want to get the hell out of here,
okay?

- Don't yell at me.
Calm down. God.

Just no mushroom.

There. It's ordered. Are we all happy now?

What'd we get?

No mushroom, Brooke, okay?
No mush, no room, no mushroom!

Okay. Everybody, please relax, okay?
The pizza guy's gonna come,

he's gonna let us out, and maybe
we'll make the end of the game,

so in the meantime,
everybody just calm down.

You did a great job with my record, Haley.

Thank you.

Where did that come from?

I don't know. I just think we tear each
other down enough, you know?

And sometimes you should tell people
the things that you love about 'em,

like something they're really great at
or a quality they have that you admire,

and I don't know,
you did a really good job.

Courage. Haley's courageous.

- And strong.
- And kind.

See, don't you feel
like you're pretty awesome now?

Yeah, I kinda do.

- Okay, do me. What's great about me?
- Your voice. It's an amazing gift.

- The fact that you came up with this game.
- Your boobs.

And your lips. I would kill for lips like that.
You know?

And you've got good legs.
It's like a whole...

Okay. Before this turns into
a women-in-prison film,

I think we should move on.

Lindsey. Your eyes are, like, not even fair.

You're also one of the smartest people
I know.

- I am not.
- And you're classy.

You guys...

Peyton, isn't there something nice
you'd like to say about Lindsey?

She's got decent taste in men.

This game sucks.

I'm intimidated by Peyton.

I spent a year editing a book
that was basically a love letter to her.

I watched how caring and meticulous
Lucas was with the words

he chose for her,
like he was still holding on to her.

Sometimes I think he still is.

Which is why he proposed to you, right?

Yeah, I can see that.

God, I hate this library.

- I found it.
- A way out?

No. Lucas' book. I never read it.

They replaced the carpet.

This is where Lucas and I hid out
during the school shooting,

but they changed the carpet.
It doesn't match.

I'm not gonna tell you
how to be with Lindsey.

But most of your life,
I've known you to take the high road.

I know, Brooke. I'm so sick
of looking at her and her precious ring.

You mean your precious ring?

All right. One more.

Score me. Score me, Haley.

Ravens are down by nine. Halftime.

Wait. Hold on.

Are you telling me Lucas slept with
Peyton, Brooke, and you, Lindsey?

Yeah. Not all at the same time.

Jeez, Haley, you sure you never
got in on that?

Ew, he's like my brother.

I'm just saying. Jamie looks a lot like him.

Ah, they're like twins.

- They are not.
- Yes, they are.

And what inbred moron
is taking so long with our pizza?

Well, well, well.

Oh, my God,
4,000 hits for my video at Tric.

Listen to these comments.
"You rock. Where can I buy this?"

That's really great, Mia.

"This song is awesome.
I'd love to see this chick naked. "

- Ew.
- It's just one comment.

No, wait, there's more.

"Another pop princess
who can't sing or play.

"She looks like she smells like dirty feet"?

- What's wrong with people?
- You need to stop.

Do you know what people
use the Internet for?

- Porn and complaining.
- Yep.

But that's so not fair. They have to know
there's somebody reading this.

It's the easiest thing in the world
to tear down somebody's work.

The hard part is actually creating it.
It's criticism versus creation.

Do you love making music?

- Yeah.
- Okay, so the rest doesn't matter.

Easy for you to say.
They didn't say you smell like feet.

Oh, sticks and stones, Mia.

Oh, right. This coming from the girl
that couldn't handle it

when I said I didn't like her.

Okay. Let's just check the scorecard
on this one, Miss "Pity me. "

You dated the guy two years ago,
you disappeared

then you come back
and expect him to drop everything

for the love of your bony, jobless ass.
W.T. F?

Okay, D.U.I.

Nice work, Haley.
Better save old drinky here

before I kick her spoiled ass
all the way back to Walden Pond.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Guess this is the second time
you'll be bleeding all over this library.

You think that's funny?
You think that's funny?

Tim Smith is in the lib-ra-zee!

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God. Brooke.

No! No. No, no.

- Put me down.
- It's so good to see...

No. You idiot! The door is locked.

No, it's not. I just walked in, Brooke.

From the outside, Tim.

The door is locked from the outside.

We cannot get out.

Girl, chill.

I'll just call somebody at the pizza place
and have them send someone...

- I left my phone in my scooter.
- Oh?

Motorcycle. It's a motorcycle.

Well, since we're locked in here all alone,

who wants a piece? Extra sausage.

Ravens trail by nine. Sold-out crowd.

Come on, Mouth.
There's a great story here. Find it.

Oh, my God. Please don't fall.

If you had to eat any part of a person
to stay alive, what would you eat?

What?

Like, I don't know,
say we ran out of food and Haley died.

Thanks a lot.

Okay, someone else dies,
and we need to survive.

- What do you eat?
- I know what I'm starting with.

- Don't say it, perv.
- Love handles.

I'd make, like, beef jerky
out of their love handles.

You could snack on that for days.

Ew. I so would not eat
someone's love handles.

Okay. Well, you're gonna starve,
and we're all gonna eat you, then.

No one gonna's eat me, either.

No.

You know, I could eat your neck
like a vampire.

- You guys, seriously.
- What's the big deal?

You're dead, and I'm hungry.

- Yeah, don't you want us to live?
- We're hungry, Brooke.

Please.

Okay. Chow down, but I am gonna haunt
each and every one of you.

I believe in ghosts.

- Totally.
- Yeah, don't even get me started.

I don't know.
Do you believe in ghosts, Linds?

I think if someone dies suddenly,

especially before their time,
maybe they get confused.

They don't know to leave a place.

You think they're still here, then?

Jimmy Edwards and Keith?

I wish you were here tonight, Jim.
We were supposed to do this together.

And this is a picture of my son.

A lot of people say he looks like me, but
I'm not quite sure he's that handsome.

He's really something.

- What's his name?
- Nathan.

Hmm.

Mine's a snow day.

My happy place?

Lindsey's is Walden Pond.
Mine's a snow day in Ohio.

No school.

I'd stay in bed under the warm covers,

and my mom would bring me
hot chocolate.

How about you, Peyton? Your mom ever
bring you hot chocolate on a snow day?

No, I didn't have...

I didn't have a whole lot of snow days.

Brooke and I did build
a pretty killer snow fort once.

And you sat in it, and you worried
that your lives were about to change.

Just because you edited
a book about my life

doesn't mean you know
anything about me.

I didn't mean anything by it. I was just...

It's a beautiful story.

That's nice, Mia.

Thanks. I've had this melody forever
and just don't have the lyrics yet.

Why don't you keep playing it
and maybe we can help you?

I think maybe we should probably
just work on that in the studio, alone.

Oh, for God's sakes.
What am I gonna do, steal Mia's song?

I don't know. Songs? Friends?

What about you, Scraggly?

I heard you stole Lucas from Brooke once.
Pot, meet kettle.

Ass, meet face.

Pot, meet kettle, ass, meet face

I don't think that's gonna work, guys.

Wait. That's hot. No,
drop that bomb again. I got something.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- All right, ready?
- Okay.

One, two, three, four.

Straight from the ghetto
Packing wood like Geppetto

Ain't gonna bathe
till I look like Jared Leto...

- What?
- Nice.

Don't laugh at him.

You're right. Creation versus criticism.
Let me try one.

Two, three, four...

My name's Peyton
Fake-blonde Peyton

I don't have a boyfriend
'cause I'm a bitch

Play it again, Mia.

Guys, we need to stop.

Mia.

One, two, three, four...

Her name's Lindsey
Man-faced Lindsey

And her fianc? proposed to me first
With the very same ring

- You're lying.
- Oh, you didn't know?

- Peyton.
- No, is... Is she gonna cry?

- Stop it.
- Go ahead, let's cry, little rich girl.

- I said stop it.
- Is Daddy gonna throw you a great, big,

huge wedding at Walden Pond
for his little crybaby daughter?

Peyton, you don't know
what you're talking about.

It's fine, Haley.
Daddy's gonna make everything better

for the little rich girl
that got everything she ever wanted.

He's dead. All right, Peyton?

He's dead.
He died two years ago from cancer

but not until he couldn't walk
or talk or even recognize me.

Does that make you happy?
Does that make you feel better?

That his death is with me every day,

that I was the one
who had to turn off the ventilator

because my mother
was too destroyed to do it?

You want to hear the sound he made
before he took that last breath?

Oh, 'cause I can still hear it,
exactly how it sounded.

Oh, does that make you happy?

- Are you glad that my life isn't perfect?
- Lindsey, I...

I used to admire the Peyton from the book.

She seemed so noble, kind.

I wish she were here, Peyton.
That version of you.

What happened to her?

God, the last time I was trapped
in the school was the shooting.

Do you know how
Lindsey and I got so close?

She was editing Lucas' book,
and I still wasn't really sure about her,

'cause I was rooting for Lucas
to be with my friend Peyton.

Or maybe even Brooke.

Anyway, she...

She was working on the chapter
about the shooting, and she said to me,

"I want this to be Lucas' best writing,

"the best he has in him,
because Peyton deserves it.

"Jimmy and Keith deserve it,
and that day deserves it. "

And we've been friends ever since.

Can I please talk with you?

I'm sorry. God, Lindsey, I'm sorry.

I am so sorry for what I said
about your father, okay?

I lost my mom to cancer, and I...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what it is, but for
whatever reason, you bring out

the insecurities in me, and I end up being
the worst possible version of myself.

Welcome to the club.

Haley told me what you said about

wanting to get that chapter right in the
book, the one about the school shooting.

And I think that's what makes it so hard,

you know, the fact that Lucas
has found this person that's so great

and that has such a big heart.

And it was never my ring,
I was just trying to hurt you.

The only reason I recognized it
is 'cause that's the ring

Keith gave Karen when he proposed to her

before he walked into this school
and never walked out again.

So you have to know how much Lucas
loves you if he wanted you to have it.

Why would you tell me that?

So you stop doubting it.

So we stop doing this. I mean, God, you...
You gave me a clean slate,

and I said something dumb
that I didn't even mean,

and I was just too stubborn
to take it back.

I guess it's obvious that I'm not
the Peyton in the book anymore.

The truth is I never was.

I think you were.
And I think you still are. It's just...

You're not that couple anymore.

And in a way, it breaks my heart,
'cause I really was rooting for them.

But Lucas and I have written
our own chapter now,

and that's a chapter I won't apologize for.

No, you don't have to.

And you don't have
a man-face or a big ass.

The fact is, you have
a pretty great ass, so...

Okay. Before this turns into
a women-in-prison film,

maybe we should move on.

Moving on sounds overdue.

- Monkey.
- Yes!

Well, guess it's time for me
to get back to work.

But you're forgetting something,
shortbus. The door's locked.

- No big deal.
- What?

What do you mean, "What?"

Oh, my God! Did you know
how to do that this whole time?

- Yeah.
- Why didn't you say something?

I miss you guys.

Nobody keeps in touch anymore.

Would you look at that?

You can still see where
Dan's jersey used to hang.

I know. It's kind of eerie, huh?

You know, that's weird.
I expected to see Lindsey here.

Have you talked to Haley tonight?

Now that you mention it, no,
but I've been trying to avoid her.

What's going on?

You kissed Peyton, didn't you?

Okay, I know you want to call me a dick...

- And that's fine.
- I kissed Carrie.

- You're a dick.
- I know.

Actually, she kissed me, but it still
happened, and I feel terrible about it, man.

I'm not that guy, Luke.

Are you sure? I mean, if you had another
chance to do it, would you do it again?

No. Absolutely not. I love Haley.

Okay.

Luke, every time I try to keep something
from Haley, it just makes it worse.

I'm gonna tell her. She deserves to know.

Ready to go home now, Daddy?

I gotta stop being my father and start
being the father my son thinks I am.

There was a high school
basketball game tonight

somewhere in America.

A team won, and a team lost.

That's not the real story.

The real story is about fathers and sons.

It's about life and time.

And change.

- Wow.
- All right.

I'll see you later.

See ya.

Girls and boys went to the game.

They dressed up and hoped to fit in.

Some did. Some didn't.

If it's okay, I thought,

- since I came with them...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Go. I want you to.
- Okay.

And you know why?

'Cause you are my best friend,
Brooke Davis, and you always will be.

Yes, I will.

Love you.

It's a story that has history
and chapters yet to be written.

You ready, rock star?

My name's Peyton
Fake-blonde Peyton

I don't have a boyfriend
'cause I'm a bitch

What? It's catchy.

Whatever. You look
like you smell like feet.

Hi.

I was looking for you.

I was here.

- Whatcha thinking about?
- Keith.

He'd be proud of you.

There was a high school
basketball game tonight

somewhere in America.

Reporters will report.

They'll tell you who the high scorer was
and what the keys to the game were.

But that's not the real story.

As a matter of fact,
that's not the story at all.

English - SDH