The O.C. (2003–2007): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Model Home - full transcript

Previously on The O.C.

You got to have a plan.

Yeah. Right.

Who are you?

I stole a car,
crashed it,

and then my mom
threw me out.

Mr. Cohen took me in.

You brought him home?

What'd you do around here?

What do you think of Newport?

I could get in less
trouble here.



You have no idea.

Shouldn't her boyfriend
be doing this?

I'm sure they're not doing
anything we didn't do.

My dad's not here.

It's just a thing
with a client.

Put him down!

Hey, Ryan.

Welcome to the O.C., bitch.

I don't want this kid
in my house anymore.

* California

* California

* Is such a wonder that
I think I'll stay in bed *

* Big-time rollers

* Part-time models...



Guys, come on!
Out of the pool!

Dinner's
almost ready.

Dad, I know.

I understand how important
the model home is

to the new development.

We'll sell the lots by
Christmas, I promise.

Okay. Bye.

(sighs)

I wish there was more
we could do.

Honey, you're his lawyer,
not his guardian.

I know. I know, I know.

In the morning, I'll take him
to Child Services.

What kind of mother
just abandons her child?

What happens if they
don't find her?

He'll go into the system--
foster care till he's 18.

I mean,
they'll try and place him,

but... at his age,

it'll be impossible.

You know what
I was thinking?

I think that, this being
your last night and all,

we should
do something special.

I don't know what. Possibly get
a couple of tattoos,

or some hookers and
lose our virginity.

Right?

Okay, dude, I don't know. There
is a shark movie at the IMAX

if that's
what you're into.

I just want to take it easy.

Oh.

How was your swim?

It was great.

What's that?

It's a model home.

I... I build them. Well,
the real ones, not that one.

Can you build me one?

Sorry. Bad joke.

Thanks.

So... last supper, huh?

Sorry. Bad joke.

It's just a laugh riot
around here.

This all looks really good.

It's too bad you're leaving.
We never eat like this.

That's not true.
I cook all the time.

(scoffs)
Dad...

I'm sorry, honey.

(laughing)

Let's just eat.

We're not saying
we want you to cook more.

Oh... Hell, no. You remember
the meat loaf incident of '98?

That was brisket.
Yeah, that's my point exactly.

As your attorney,
I'll co-sign these forms.

They basically say that
you don't have a legal parent

or a guardian available.

So I'm now property
of the government.

Nickname: 0382965.

Hey, it' better than
Death-breath Seth.

Or so I would imagine.

So we'll meet with your
social worker in the morning,

and, uh, she'll
be the one to, uh...

to take you
to the group home.

My contact at Child Services

got you a room
with only two other kids,

which is good, because
it can get crowded.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

And, you know, they do find
foster homes for kids your age.

Yeah, because everybody
wants a brand-new teenager.

I'm sorry if I'm the only one
here that'll state the obvious.

Seth.

We have extra room.
We have a pool house.

Yet you guys are going to
ship him off to a group home?

Am I the only one who gets
how much that sucks?

It's okay.
Really.

Good luck with it.
It looks perfect.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(piano and acoustic guitar
strumming gentle melody)

* California, here we come

* Right back where
we started from *

* California

* California...

* Cal...

* Oh

Hey. Got a little, uh...

PlayStation.

Perhaps... uh,
are you running away?

Go back in the house, Seth.

Hey, hey, hey.

You can't just run away.
What are you thinking?

What about, like,
Child Services or my dad?

Okay, then, wait.

Hey, I want to come with you.

What I've always wanted to do,

besides sail to Tahiti,

that whole Kerouac thing--

hit the road,
stop at diner to diner--

the pancake tour
of North America.

No.

Fair enough.
Where you going?

I don't know.

New town, get a job somewhere,
save some money.

Great plan. Sounds like you've
given it a lot of thought.

You got a better idea?

Actually, I do.

Seth?

(soft knocking)

Hey...

Can I talk to you?

Dad?

What? Is it morning?

You were asleep?

Yeah, I was.

What's going on?

Well, uh...

I wanted to talk about Ryan.

I know, it's cool.
We don't need to discuss it.

Well, I think we... we do.

I know you're upset.
Your mother and I are upset.

But our responsibility is
to...is to our family.

Yeah, that's okay.
No, I get it.

This is a person's life,

we need to leave it in
the hands of the authorities.

There's no need for sarcasm.

I'm not being sarcastic.

Well, it's hard to tell
sometimes.

Dad...

It's okay. Really.

When you want to talk
about it...

Yeah, I know. You're the one
to talk to. Got it.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(door closes)

Come on, Seth.

Okay, got it.

I'll be there in,
like, 20 minutes.

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

Look, I wanted to say thanks
for the other night.

You always drink like that?

I thought you left.

I did.

I am.

SETH:
Ryan.

Ryan, we're all set.
You ready?

Hi, there, Marissa.

What are you doing?

Nothing.
We're just hanging out.

Oh, look,
it's somebody's birthday.

My invitation probably
got lost in the mail.

It's my friend
Summer's birthday.

Summer's birthday is
not till Wednesday.

That's what I heard.
I don't know. That was a guess.

You guys are up to something.

Dude, what did
you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything.

I think the black turtleneck
in August tipped her off.

Okay. I was going
for stealth,

and also it's slimming.

We should really go.

Have fun
at your party.

You should
probably be off.

Newport social scene awaits.

Oh, yeah?

Why won't you tell me
where we're going?

This is pretty far away.

Oh, wow. Complaining.

That's very interesting,
considering nobody invited you.

Before I came along,
you were on a skateboard.

(groans sarcastically)

(music playing)

You like them?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, what do you like?

Everything.

Well, I don't know.
I don't really listen to music.

Dude, that's kind of weird.

Why? What do you like?

Uh, right now... punk.

I'm sorry. Avril Lavigne
doesn't count as punk.

Oh, yeah?
Well, what about The Cramps?

Stiff Little Fingers?
The Clash?

Sex Pistols?

I listen to the same music
as Marissa Cooper?

I think I have to kill myself.

Listen to punk, huh?

I'm angry.

That's it right there.

MARISSA:
Looks scary.

Well, then,
you can stay in the car.

You recognize
this place, Ryan?

RYAN:
This isn't...

MARISSA:
Where are we?

Well, it's one of my mom's
house developments.

Her and my grandpa
own a bunch of them.

This is supposed to be the model
home, but it never got finished.

Why? Did someone die
here, now it's haunted?

Yes, that's exactly
what happened.

What did happen?

I don't know.

How do contractors
just disappear?

If we don't have a model home,
we don't have a new development.

It's been a month.

I'm not waiting
for you guys anymore.

You know where to reach me.

No luck with the contractors?

Vanished.

My father's never gonna let me
hear the end of this.

Did you, uh, did you
talk to Seth?

(sighs)

I think so.

But don't blame yourself.

I'm not blaming myself.

But how can I allow a strange
boy to live in this house?

Seth needs to know it's
what any mother would do.

I was talking
about the contractors.

So you want him
to stay here?

Well, I mean, I know the place
needs some sprucing up, but...

God, did I just
say "sprucing"?

So, Ryan,
what do you think?

I haven't really
had time to think.

But how much better is this
place than some group home?

And wait till
you see the best part.

(makes eerie sound)

It's an empty pool.

To some people.

So, your mom...

I mean, she has
to come back, right?

I don't know.

My mom's...
kind of a train wreck.

So's mine.

Well, I mean,

what about your dad?
Can you call him?

Dad's in jail.

Armed robbery.

Impressive, huh?

(sighs softly)

My dad, he's, like,
a financial planner.

And I think
he's in trouble.

I don't have
any stock tips.

He stopped going
to the office,

these guys keep
showing up at the door--

like cops--
but he won't answer.

Look, I haven't told
anybody about it.

I can keep a secret.

(cell phone rings)

Hey.

LUKE:
Where you at, girl?

It's time for you
to get your buzz on.

Nolan's so faded,
he can't even feel his feet.

There goes
the left leg.

I miss you, babe.

You know it's not a party
without you.

Oh, you're sweet.

What's up? You were supposed to
be here an hour ago.

Okay, I'll be there soon.

Say hi to everyone.

Alright.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Bye.

So how long you been with him?

-Luke? Um... I don't know really.
-I know.

Fifth grade, when you two got
your mack on during our class trip

to the Museum of Tolerance,
back of the bus.

Classy lady.

You know what?
What's your problem, Cohen?

What did I
ever to do you?

Nothing, Marissa. I've lived
next door to you forever,

and you've never done
or said anything to me.

Oh, my God. You're the one
who never talks to me.

You think you're so much
better than everyone.

I do?

Well, if you're talking
about Luke, then yes,

because that guy
shaves his chest!

Hmm. He plays water polo.

We know. Half the team tried to
kill us the other night.

I'm not too popular
around here,

and your boyfriend--
a little bit angry.

You're telling me
you didn't try to hit him back?

Actually, I hit him first.

Well, hard to believe
you're not more popular.

I thought
this could be your room.

I still don't know if it's a
good idea or not.

You should stay.

Okay... for a little while

So when she says
it, you listen?

(cell phone rings)

Hey, Summer.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Is that Summer?

Tell her I said happy birthday.

Okay.

Coop, where are you?
We're coming to get you.

Oh, no, no, no, don't.
I'm coming.

Tell her I said happy birthday.

Seth Cohen says happy birthday.

Who?

She says thanks.

Uh, look, I got to go.

Okay, bye.

I got to go meet my friends.

My... other... friends.

I should get back, too,
and protect my cover.

But wait, listen.

We have to promise not to tell
anyone about this place, okay?

Now, Ryan's not
going to, obviously,

and I could
get grounded,

so that leaves
Marissa.

I can keep a secret.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Me, too. We'll
fix this place up.

Cool.

I'm telling
you, Ryan,

this plan
is foolproof.

Ryan?

Hey, Ryan, you ready?

Okay, the key here
is not to panic.

Do you have your supplies?

Yeah, but there are
cops at your house.

I mean, do you think it's safe?

I'll handle Johnny Law unless...
Are you losing your nerve?

Meet me in the driveway.

OFFICER:
He couldn't have gotten far.

We'll search
the neighborhood.

Seth.

I was going to get you.
We got to talk about Ryan.

Oh.

Marissa?

Look who's here.

Luke. Hi.

Hey. Mmm!

Just grabbing a little grub
before we take the boat out.

Boat?

Yeah. I thought we'd take
my dad's DawnSea.

Do a little
water skiing,

have a little lunch.

So you have no idea
where Ryan might have gone?

I don't know. He did say
something about going down

to Mexico and-and gambling
on cockfights.

I don't know what kind of
jurisdiction you guys...

Quit joking around.

Will you answer his question?
Yes, I did.

I really don't know.
I do not know the guy.

I never got the chance.

Hey, there's eggs.

Oh, I'm taking Caitlin
to the stable,

so I need to get that check.

Does Caitlin really need a pony?
In a couple months,

she's not even gonna like horses.
What?!

I love China. She's
the prettiest pony.

We're not
giving up China.

Now go wait in the car, sweetie.
Mommy will be right with you.

Jimmy, this work is
making you so tense.

Look, I got,
I got to...

I've got to talk
to you about work.

Hey, you know I don't
like to talk about work.

Yeah, well, I, uh,
I've made a...

few mistakes, and, uh, I don't,
I don't know really...

Jimmy, you don't
have cancer.

No one is dying.

Whatever it is,
whatever you've done,

I'm sure
you'll fix it.

Can you write that check? I
don't want Caitlin to be late.

(sighs)

Suki is amazing. It doesn't hurt
when she's waxing you,

and it's really hard
to get an appointment with her.

Why don't you get a manicure?
You could come with me.

I mean, they're not
just for girls.

You go. We'll
catch up later.

Holly's having a...

Holly's having a thing.

Perfect.

So you tell him anything?

No, but if anyone asks,
you're Suki.

So you didn't tell
them anything?

Um... actually,
I told him

that you went to Mexico
for cockfights.

You know what, though?

Even if they don't believe me,
they'll never look for you here.

Did you seriously
bring a loofah?

What's a loofah?

Hey, you said bring whatever
was around the house.

But I meant, like,
survival supplies like rope

or muskets, and not...

Kio's cucumber
moisturizer.

That's a pretty good call.
That's nice, yeah.

Hey.

Here's a little bit
of everything.

Let your education begin.

This place is perfect.

Seriously, it's
totally safe. Ryan...

how perfect is this place,
right?

Seriously, what else
could you need?

Anyone bring any food?

Food.

Guess we're going
on a mission.

Faster! Go, Ryan!

Whoo!

(screams)
(laughing)

Whoo!

Well, call me if someone meeting
that description comes in.

Thank you.

Nothing at the hospitals.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

Not if he's smart. I think
Seth knows where he is.

Are you accusing him
of lying?

That'll be really good
for your relationship.

Let the police handle this.

Oh, I wish you hadn't
called the police.

They don't have the resources
or the manpower.

Ryan'll just slip
through the cracks.

Sandy, how many of these cases
have you seen?

Or passed across
your desk?

(sighs)

What is it about this kid?

I thought I could help him...
make a difference.

I was this kid.

If someone hadn't helped me...

I wouldn't be here.

(cell phone rings)

Hello.

How are you?

I'm good. Listen,
I hate to ask, but, um...

I-I need your help
with something.

Uh... of course.

China has alopecia.

We need
to call the vet.

Are-are you free for lunch?

Um... yeah. I-I have some stuff

that I need to do for work,
but, uh, lunch sounds great.

So, you guys, I've been
thinking about a plan.

You know, uh, right now

this could very well
be the first stop

on our pancake tour
of North America.

Hey, like in/On the Road.
That's my favorite book.

Mine, too.

So here's the deal.

My mom had this boyfriend.

He hired me to work
construction last summer.

But then they broke up...
he moved away... to Austin.

In Texas?

Said if I was ever out there,
look him up, so...

I mean, well, that's...
really kind of far.

We're thinking Long Beach or
something, so we can hang out.

I'll need a couple days of work
to get a bit of travel money.

Money? We can get you money.

Well, I mean, you know, I guess,
in a way, you're kind of lucky.

You get to move
to a whole new place,

start over,
be whoever you want to be.

That's really
not so bad.

(laughter)

Hey.

(laughs)
What's it take to get a menu here?

Okay, I'll handle it.

I'll handle it.

And ruin your popularity?

You know what? Why don't you
guys just sneak out the back?

What's going on with you two?

Hey. Mmm!

How's it going?
Hey.

LUKE:
How's the manicure...?

Oh, it was great.
It was really good.

Front door.

Hey, guys, so I figured

we'd roll to Holly's
at, like, 9:00?

Cool. Sounds good.
Awesome.

So what'd you guys do today?

Whatever.

Hi. Hey, guys.
How you guys doing?

Like the food here?
It's awesome.

Shut up, queer.

(laughter)
Well, at least I don't shave my chest.

What'd you say?
Luke, come on.

You look nice in a sweater vest.
It was a compliment.

Do you want me to break you, Co?

Hey.

No way.
Look who's back.

You know, you're a little far
from Eight Mile.

MARISSA:
Luke, don't!

What are you,
like, spokesperson

for geeks of America
or something?

(laughs)

You know what I like
about rich kids?

Nothing.

(grunts)

That was awesome!

Let's go!

You're dead!

You know what I like
about rich kids?

Bam! Nothing.

Hey, Ryan, you wouldn't
consider/me/rich, would you?

I'd be more upper
middle class?

What's up, fool?

You didn't
have to hit him.

Sorry.

The cashier
called the cops.

Look,

I don't know why Luke does that.

Did that. He's just...

An ass?

Protective.

(car approaching)

God.

It's my mom.

And... your dad.

It's been a while.

Figure out what kind
of shape this place is in.

Wow.

Oh.

That's what...

Those contractors
have been doing.

This place is fantastic.

You think so?

You don't think
it's too much?

Too much? You're talking to they
whose wife just imported

ceramic shower-curtain
rings from Morocco.

It's gorgeous.

The high ceilings
and the, and the molding.

It's, no,
it reminds me of, uh...

Your parents' house.

On Elm Grove.

Yeah, with the vaulted ceilings

and those great beams,
and... Remember that?

Yeah. I loved
that old house.

Yeah. Yeah, I loved
that place, too.

I had my
first kiss there.

Me, too.

So what's
going on, Jimmy?

Uh... Well. it's...

I've just had a really
bad year with the market

and, uh...
well, it's disastrous.

And it's going to be a struggle
just to remain solvent...

How much do you need?

No, it's, it's... it's a lot.

It's, it's a lot of money.
It's too much.

Jimmy.

It's $100,000.

I'll call the bank.

No, thanks. I can't.

I can.

I-I'll pay you back.

But it's gonna take me
a couple of months.

I know where you live.

This place is
going to be perfect.

I hope so.

New contractors come tomorrow.

Better get the job finished.

New contractors.

Sounds like a nightmare.

Pretty much.

(laughing)

You okay?

So the contractors
start tomorrow.

Guess that means I'm gone.

One bus ticket to Austin.

8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Would you like to purchase?

Hey.

Hey.

You're not knocking anymore?

Sorry. What are you doing?

Uh... just busy.

You're always busy.

That's the price of fame.
I gotta go, Dad.

They found Ryan.

Or spotted someone
who meets his description.

There was a fight
down by the pier.

Really? Uh...

Which means he's probably
still in the area.

We should try to find him
before the authorities do.

Before he gets
into any more trouble.

Yeah... Do you need me to go?
I was going somewhere.

Seth.
Well...

He's your friend.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

So what's up?

You've been all
weird-acting lately.

Yeah?

I don't know.

I guess... It's just...

Do you wonder what
your life looks like

through someone
else's eyes?

This is what I'm talking about.

What is up with you?

Nothing. It's just...
I mean...

Fresh margs!

BOY:
This is some weak margarita.

Whatever. You're
the lightweight.

Oh, ho, ho! Say it
over here. Come here.

I hope your parents
never come home.

Let's find that punk's trailer
park and burn it to the ground.

Who that?
That freak from Chino.

He was all up in Luke's grill.

Maybe he's on OxyContin.
OxyContin is gnarly.

I heard he's, like,
a total psycho.

He's a little bitch.

I see him again,
I'm gonna beat his ass.

Yeah, run him out
of Newport for sure.

I gotta go.

Alright, hey, wait-wait-wait up.
Where you going?

I can't be here right now.

(groans)

What's the matter?
You don't know him.

You don't know
anything about him.

He could be anywhere.

Dad, I'm sure
Ryan's fine.

We should just try again
when it's light out.

Could be too late by then.

Yeah, well, maybe he's
better off on his own anyways.

What does that mean?

Okay, if we find him, then what?

Then, then if he's very lucky he
gets to go back with his mom?

I would run away, too.

Promise me right now
that you never do that--

that you'd never run away-- no
matter how bad things may seem.

Your mother and I
will always be there.

Okay, Dad, please,
take it down a notch.

The minute
you were born, I knew

that I would never take another
easy breath again

without knowing you were safe.

So I'm like asthma?

I'm warning you.
You run away...

I'm coming with you.

I guess we can keep looking.

(music playing)

This song reminds me of you.

I thought you were with Luke.

I was.

I don't know why I'm here.
I just wanted to see you.

I mean...

you're leaving tomorrow and...

what if I never... we never...?

Maybe I could spend the night.

Just to hang out.

You can't stay.

If you stay...
if-if you spend the night,

I... I don't know
that I could leave.

Well, then don't.

You go back to school in fall,
and I'll just hang around here?

Hiding like some ghost?

Till the cops find me
and I have to disappear again?

We're from different worlds.

That's not true.

I'm not like you.

Go.

Please.

Go.

Hey, Allen.

I-I-I'm good.

Um... I know it's late, but
I need to transfer some money.

Sure, I can hold on a sec.

(sobbing)

(door opening)

Seth, I'm up here.

You get the bus ticket?

Bus ticket?

You're not going anywhere.

What are you
doing here, man?

What are you doing
with my girlfriend?

Nothing.

Didn't look like nothing.

Tell me.

Or I'll kill you.

Then kill me and quit
talking about it.

Dude, this place is on fire!

We gotta go!

(coughing)

Come on, man!

(coughing)

BOY:
Let's go, man!

LUKE:
Run!

I thought basketball
season was over.

No, this is ESPN Classic.
They play all old games.

It's the Lakers-Pistons.
Right?

1986. The finals.
Game seven.

You remember watching this.

You were pregnant...

You were pregnant with
Marissa when this was on.

I remember.
I was so swollen.

Ugh! I hated Detroit.

Isiah, Laimbeer, Dumars.

But-But Worthy...
James Worthy, he saved us.

Shot the lights out.

So fantastic.

You know that thing that I was
trying to talk to you about?

Jimmy...

No, I'm just saying
that I took care of it.

I knew you would.

You did?
Mm-hmm.

I can't believe
I'm old enough

to watch people play
basketball in those shorts.

Hey, Marissa.

Marissa?

Uh-oh.

I'll go.

Here you go.

(knocking on door)

Hey.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Come on.
You can tell me.

Hey. Hey...

Come here.
Give me a hug.

Give me a hug.

What's the matter, huh?

Oh...
You can tell me.

We tell each other everything.

Do we?

(cell phone rings)

Hello.

I'll meet you there.

(music playing)

Hey.
Hi.

Hey, Marissa come back?
Uh-uh.

You smell like smoke.

Yeah, we, uh... we hot-
boxed Nordlin's car.

And didn't invite me?

Dude, that kid
was messed up.

He was breathing.

Yeah, I hope so.

I can't believe this.
This house is cursed.

You the owner?

Yes, I am.
What happened?

Not sure yet.

But it looks like somebody's
been living here.

What?

It's my fault.

You're okay.

Disappointed?

Where you going?

Don't know.

We both keep our mouth shut,

they may never know it was us.

What are you doing?

You're giving me a ride.

I don't know what happened,
why the house burned down.

What was he even doing there?
Why didn't you tell us?

Because he didn't want to go
to a foster home.

He didn't want to leave, and I
didn't want him to leave either.

It's, like, you force me to live
amongst these- these pod people,

and the first cool person I
meet, you kick him out.

I did the best I could.

So did I.

Come on.

Police want to ask us
some more questions.

Just follow my lead.

You and I need to talk.

And this time
I want the truth.

(car approaches)

I'm sorry.

Ryan Atwood?

We got some
questions for you.

It was an accident.

Yeah? You were there?

Yeah.

Then we got some
questions for you, too.

Officer...

I'm Mr. Atwood's attorney.

Please don't ask him any
questions unless I'm present.

Ryan... keep
your mouth shut.

You, too.

Sync and Edition
by paulonline