The O.C. (2003–2007): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Rescue - full transcript

Previously on The O.C.

-You gotta have a plan.
-Who are you?

I stole a car, my mom threw me
out, so Mr. Cohen took me in.

-What's with this kid?
-I was this kid.

-Ryan's gonna stay with us now.
-That's awesome.

-Wanna do something tonight?
-You're not, into him, are you?

What are you doing
with my girlfriend?

Do you know what girls find
sexy? Confidence.

Might I remind you
of something that I call:

"The time that you kissed me
at my grandfather's party."

What are you talking about?



I never should
have broken up with you.

-What I should do.
-Let me know when you decide.

Jimmy's been siphoning money
from clients' to cover debts.

-Daddy!
-Keep feelings for him aside.

He's one of my oldest friends.

This whole community thinks
you're a criminal, Jimmy.

-You're getting a divorce.
-I'm so sorry, kiddo.

-What are you doing?
-I didn't know. I'm sorry.

-I have no one.
-She's gone.

-What
-So are my stepmom painkillers.

Wake up.

Wake up.

I have three sesame
and one plain.

I'm okay.



Look, we're not gonna hear
from the hospital for a while.

You guys get showered and dressed.

And you can't be late
for your meeting with the dean.

I'll take them to school.

You can't be late,
for your first day.

Well, if we're not
gonna eat, let's just go.

[Telephone rings]

Oh, hey. Hey.

She just fell back asleep.

But she was awake and aware.

Thanks for calling
the hospital. And finding her.

If they hadn't
airlifted her out, she...

-When can she go home?
-They said in a day or so.

-They wanna observe her.
-That's hospital policy.

So I guess there's
no need to worry, right?

I mean, a teenage girl palms
a dozen painkillers...

...and washes it
down with tequila.

That's perfectly normal, right?
What are you doing here?

I called them.

What Marissa needs now is to be
with her family. No visitors.

Well, let's go. We should go.

-If you need anything...
-Thanks.

Don't take it personally.

Julie's just been through
every parent's nightmare.

-I'm sure she'll apologize.
-You are?

It's Julie Cooper
we're talking about.

Excuse me. Ryan, can I
talk to you for a sec?

I don't know what happened in
Mexico, but what I do know:

Since you showed up,
Marissa's been a wreck.

Comes home crying, doesn't
wanna go to her cotillion...

...having problems
with her boyfriend.

And now you can add another
shining accomplishment...

...to your list of achievements.

In addition to stealing cars,
burning down houses...

...and befriending
would be assassins...

...you've almost
killed my daughter.

You can blame me all you want...

...but I would never
do anything to hurt Marissa.

Well, you're not going
to get the chance...

...because you're never
going to see her again.

You even try, and I'll throw you
back in juvie, where you belong.

(piano and acoustic guitar
strumming gentle melody)

S01E08
The Rescue

* California, here we come *

* Right back where
we started from *

* California *

* California...*

* Here we come

* Oh *

I don't get it. Luke is the one
she should be blaming. Not you.

-She doesn't know that.
-Why don't you tell her?

I'm just glad
Marissa's okay.

I'm going to check in
with the Events Committee,

I'll catch up with you
at the dean's office.

-Alright.
-Ryan, don't be nervous.

You're going
to do great.

-This is school?
-Mm-hmm.

Ah, registration week, Ryan.
It's my favorite time of year

because our fellow students
aren't around to ruin it.

Except them.

You guys have tennis courts
and a swimming pool?

I'm guessing you didn't
at your old school?

Well, we had a
basketball hoop.

Oh, hi, guys.

Dr. Talley, Miss Camara,
how you guys doing?

Okay.

My mom is more
popular than me.

That's a little bit
pathetic, I realize.

Hey, after your meeting, we got
to get your photo taken...

-...for your school ID.
-Another mug shot?

If you must
be so cynical.

Oh, yeah. That one's a keeper.

When do we do
the retina scan?

-Friday.
-I was joking.

So was I. Good thing we didn't
hire you for your quick wit.

Well, God doesn't
give with two hands.

Come on. Time to meet your team.

Okay, you'll be assigned
a researcher, two paralegals,

and a file clerk to do
all the heavy lifting for you.

Speaking of which, let me show
you our state-of-the-art gym.

-Oh, you guys have a gym?
-You didn't at the PD's office?

Well, we had a basketball hoop.

Everything's going to be fine.

It's just...

...at Chino Hills,
you sort of showed up.

No essays,
interviews, tests.

Ryan, the Harbor School
is one of the best private...

...prep schools
in the country.

If you graduate, you can get
any college in the UC system.

Maybe even an Ivy League.

I don't think I'm
an Ivy League type.

After a year or two here,
you will be.

-College, huh?
-Yeah.

What did you get?

Uh, AP History,
English, Calculus...

...and Physics and French IV.

Good thing I don't have a life.
What is wrong? Are you nervous?

Seth, would you please tell Ryan
that Dr. Kim is very nice?

Oh, yeah, she is sweet.

-Kirsten, how are you?
-Hi. Nice to see you.

Good to see you.

Seth, always interesting to see
you. And you must be Ryan.

Why don't we step
into my office?

Well, this doesn't suck.

That eloquence will serve
you nicely on the stand.

Like you guys ever
actually go to trial.

You're one of us now, Sandy.

Better start wrapping
your head around it.

So, is your family all excited
about your first day?

My wife loves being married
to a corporate sellout.

Right, right, right, right--
wrapping my head around it.

You got to be kidding me.

Yeah. I figured you'd
want to dive right in.

Chemical peel gone
awry-- fascinating.

Bad Botox injection.

-Noise complaint on a yacht.
-Scintillating?

In the purest sense of the word.

-Don't be a snob.
-Just defend them. Right.

Rich people need lawyers, too.

Weak grades, truancy,
a notation regarding...

...some criminal activity..

It was a misdemeanor. Probation.

Nonetheless, not exactly
Harbor School material.

Dr. Kim, Ryan's had
a lot to overcome.

Sandy and I feel that,
in the right environment,

he could really excel.

There's no doubt that Mr. Atwood
has extraordinary promise.

I'm just concerned that he has
not had adequate preparation...

...for the rigors
of our curriculum.

Or are you concerned about
the pressure from parents...

...who don't want Ryan here?

That's definitely
a consideration,

but not a decisive one.

Kirsten, you know
as well as I do...

...how bright and motivated
our students are.

Those that aren't bred for USC
go off to Harvard and Yale.

I just think a place
like Newport Union...

...might be a better fit for a
student with Ryan's background.

My background?

I can't change where I'm from,

but I can change
where I'm going.

Ryan, you understand that,
if you did fail,

you would lose a year,
not to mention self-confidence.

With all due respect, Dr. Kim,
if you think not letting me in

is going to inspire
self-confidence...

Give me a shot.

You got great test scores.

I definitely responded
to your personal essay.

Your grades are borderline,
but acceptable.

If you could pass
a placement exam.

It's not an aptitude test.
It measures your preparedness--

what you've learned,
not how bright you are.

Just tell me where and when.

Summer.

-Hey.
-Hi.

(sighing)

It is so weird
being in school right now,

surrounded by all these
people who have, like,

no idea.

I know. Have you
talked to Marissa?

I spoke to her mom. You?

We went by this morning,
but she was sleeping.

I think she's going
to be okay, though.

I still can't believe it,
you know?

-I thought she was dead.
-Me, too.

Well, when she's feeling better,
we'll, um...

we'll take her out
and cheer her up.

Take her to a movie,
or... Six Flags.

I don't know.

Yeah... I guess.

Maybe before then,
if you want, uh,

me and you could go see a movie.

You know... something.

GIRL 1:
Hey, Summer.

GIRL 2: Hey, Summer, how's it going?

Hey, guys.

Look, Cohen,
this year's all messed up.

I mean, Marissa's
in the hospital,

I'll never speak to Luke
or Holly again...

-You and I...
-No, I get it, it's fine.

We're back in school now.
Old rules apply.

Sorry.

Strong sedative, huh?

Yeah, she needs to sleep.

And we need to talk.

Look, um, Jimmy...

you and I-- we need to
present a united front.

It's hard enough, this forcing
us to be in the same room.

Thanks Jules, got a great
bedside manner.

Calling the Cohens this morning
was completely inappropriate.

You know I don't
like that Brian.

-Ryan.
-I don't want him near Marissa.

Marissa said it was
an accident, okay?

There's no one to blame.

That's a convenient position
to take, considering you're

the one who let her
go to Tijuana.

Oh, so, uh,
now it's my fault?

You're the one who destroyed
this family, Jimmy.

You lied to us.

You stole money from your
clients and your friends.

Why do you think
she took all those pills?

Oh...

You cannot honestly
believe that.

I left her in your care for one
weekend, and look what happened.

Which is why I'm asking
the judge for sole custody.

Julie, come on.
You can't.

Getting them away from you is the
only chance to give them back...

...some semblance of a life.

And, if you fight me on this,
I'll take you to court,

and you'll be lucky if you even
get supervised visitation.

Well, you're gonna have to,
I'm not giving up my kids.

You may not
have a choice.

I'm going back to check
on Kaitlin and the sitter.

You should get cleaned up.
You're a wreck.

(sighs)

It's a good thing I never
throw anything away.

The questions'll be different,
you get the idea.

That I'm going to fail.
Hey, no, you're not going to fail, okay?

You have to get in. I'll not
spend another year at school alone.

Please? Thank you. Study.

Especially, though,
if all it takes...

...is a couple of cheerleaders walking by,
and suddenly, it's like,

"Mmm, Summer and I, we just...
we just didn't happen."

Sorry. You study.

Here's the thing, though, Ryan.
We connected, right?

We connected,
and it was awesome.

Especially the part where she
kissed me. I do believe I...

I have two hours
until I take this test.

Unless you plan on attending
Newport Union High with me...

Right. Got it.
Less talking, more studying.

(phone rings)

Don't move.
I'm gonna get that.

You keep studying.

Hello.

Hey, Marissa. Hi. Um...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry. Sure.

Hi.

O-Okay.

Alright, um...

Okay, I'll be there. Alright.

She's upset.
Something with her parents.

And her mom's going home
for a little while, so...

-What about the test?
-I'll be there.

I'll have to do the best I can.

Not to bum you out, what if
that's not good enough?

Well, then Dr. Kim was right.
I'm not Harbor School material.

(sighs)

Hi.

Hi.

This is for you. Uh...

It's all they had left
at the gift shop.

I'll just, uh...

I'm sorry.

I was so dumb. What I did...

Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.

(sighs)

I didn't want to kill myself.

I didn't.

I just wanted to...escape.

I know.

JULIE: Excuse me, Nurse? When you get
a chance? Lunch, please.

You should...

Oh, sweetie,
you're awake.

How you feeling?
Your sister sends her love.

My throat hurts.

It's because they had to pump
your stomach, honey.

Where did that
thing come from?

Uh... I...

I don't know.

It's from him.

He came here, didn't he?
After I told him not to?

After everything
he's done ...

He didn't. It...

it wasn't his fault.

Honey, you keep saying that but,
before he got here,

you were happy.

You think I was happy?

If you weren't,
you never told me.

-I tried, but...
-I need to talk to the nurse.

The security
in here is appalling.

I'm sorry about that.
You know, about her.

It's okay. I should go,
and take this test,

but I'll be back
first chance I get.

I don't know.

With my mom...

-Aw...
-I'm not afraid of your mom.

Well, I am.

Did you ask Ryan
what he wants for lunch?

He doesn't want to eat.
He's on a diet.

-Why is he on a diet?
-Why is he on a diet?

I'm going to ask him,
because I want to see

how he's doing
on his...

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom...
uh, he's in a state

of deep, deep Zen-like
concentration right now.

Well, he still needs to eat.

He's naked, alright? He's
naked. He studies in the nude.

It's a Chino thing, okay?

I think if you were
to walk in on him, naked,

and Dad was to find out, I think
suspicions might be raised.

A house divided will not stand.

(doorbell rings)
You and I still need to talk

about your little
surprise trip to Tijuana.

Okay. I can't wait.

Jimmy, hi. Is Marissa okay?

Yeah, she's doing better.
Thanks.

Uh, it's Julie who's
giving me the problem.

Is Sandy coming
home for lunch?

Uh, no. He just started
a new job today.

Why? What's going on?

Oh, she's suing me
for sole custody,

maybe even
supervised visits.

-Why would she do that?
-Well, my question is: Can she?

I need to know what kind of shot
I have at joint custody,

given what I've put
my family through.

I want to know what kind
of case she has.

Come on in.
I'll get Sandy's new number.

I'll just, uh...
I'll wait out here.

I mean... you know?

Jimmy...

we have been friends
for too long...

...to let
something like this...

It was just a...

It was stupid. It was... it
was... it was monumentally...

stupid, and I'm so...

(sighing):
I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I mean, it's-it's not okay,
but it's-it's okay.

I mean, you and Sandy are
the only friends I have left.

-I don't want to lose you.
-You won't.

(sighs)

So, are you coming in or what?

Hi. You've reached Jimmy Cooper.
I'm not in right now,

but please leave a message,
and I'll get back...

Security said they'd do what
they can, but I don't know.

This is exactly why I thought
San Diego would be good for you.

-San Diego?
-Dr. Burke has a facility there.

Who's Dr. Burke?

Oh, well, uh...
she's a psychiatrist--

highly recommended.

She runs an institute for young
women who are troubled.

You're sending me
to a mental institution.

It's a recovery center.

Oh, honey, I know
you don't understand,

but... I would rather
have you hate me now...

...than risk losing you again.

Does Dad know about this?

Well, I think some time
away from your father...

...would be good for you, too.

Well, what if I
don't want to go?

That's for Dr. Burke to decide.

She'll be here after lunch
to evaluate you.

Please, honey, just talk to her.
Let her help you.

Then we can get you out of here,
and you can start to get better.

Yeah. If it's okay, I just
need to use the bathroom.

Of course.
Mm-hmm.

(knocking on door)

Not now, Mom.
I'm studying naked.

Ew!

Summer?

Come in.

No way.

-I'm not naked.
-No, no, no, no, no!

Okay. I don't get it.

What kind of family
do you have, Cohen?

The kind where mothers
and sons wear clothes.

Always, even in the shower.

(chuckles)

What... is this?

I don't know.
Never seen it before.

-Uh-huh. What's its name?
-I don't know.

Captain Oats.
What are you doing here?

(sighs)

Coop just called.
She's freaking out.

Her mom's threatening to ship
her off to the insane asylum.

-Really?
-Yeah, I'm serious.

I've got to do something, Cohen.
I need to get radical.

-I need Ryan.
-You can't have him.

He's taking a placement exam.

What's wrong with me, though?
Am I not radical enough?

Well, that depends. Are you
ready to take on Julie Cooper?

We need Ryan.

(whispers):
Yeah.

-That's my bed.
-Okay.

-Just wanted you to know.
-Uh-huh.

-I have a feeling...
-Okay, let's go.

SANDY: No, it's a very fair offer,
given the merits of the case.

Okay.

Well, think it over.

Good-bye.

My wife does that
thing with the hands...

...when she's really
pissed off at me.

Your wife and I
have a lot in common.

You've been here half a day, and
you've booked court dates...

...for five of the
seven cases you were assigned.

Do I win the free set
of steak knives?

Sandy, this isn't how
they do things around here.

And I could keep this off
the partners' radar for now,

but you got
to understand...

Understand what?
I'm going to court.

I'm taking them on,
I'm bringing them down.

Especially this bastard
who won't let his neighbor...

...grow his hedges
over his own fence.

Look, you know how much time and
energy goes into trying these.

Yeah.

If you settled, you could
handle twice as many cases,

and we're in
volume business here.

Like Costco.

Look, you know, I thought the
whole reason you brought me...

...here is 'cause you
wanted a trial attorney,

you know, who was committed and
passionate and blah, blah.

Yes, and when one of these
cases actually deserves...

...to go before a jury,
the courtroom is all yours.

But, in the meantime, I need
you to pick up the phone...

...and passionately negotiate
some settlements.

Come on. I put my ass on
the line to get you this gig.

Please?

Do it for me.

Hey.

What are you guys doing?
Dr. Kim's coming back.

I know this isn't the best time,
but we-- Marissa-- needs you.

-Just...
-Her mom's gone psycho.

She's having
her committed.

KIM: What is going on here?
-Hi, Dr. Kim.

This is not what it looks like,
but there's an emergency.

SUMMER:
We need to borrow Ryan.

KIM: Ryan is not going anywhere.
You two, out! Out now!

-There's kind of an emergency...
-Good-bye!

Good-bye.

We'll be out here.

-Actually, I gotta go, too.
-Have you finished the test?

No, but I...

Ryan, if this is
too difficult, tell me.

If the Cohens're pressuring you
to go to this school...

It's not difficult,
and they're not.

Then prove it.
Sit down. Finish the test.

I can't.

If this is the commitment
you plan to bring...

...to your studies at
the Harbor School...

I don't have time
to argue right now.

There is no argument.
You walk away from this test,

you walk away from the school.

You're probably right.

It wouldn't have
worked out anyway.

Sorry for wasting
your time.

Let's go.

So your mother tells me you struggled
with anorexia in the ninth grade.

My mom's convinced
it was anorexia.

It was just tennis season.
I was really stressed.

That's all.

And in tenth grade,
you were caught shoplifting?

It was just a lighter
and a pack of cigarettes.

Do you still smoke?

Not really.

Drink?

Would you say
you drink a lot?

I guess.
I mean, what's "a lot"?

Have you ever had so much to
drink that you blacked out?

Tell me about this past year.

Your dad's legal troubles,
the bankruptcy,

your parents separating.

Home's probably the last place
you want to be, right?

Your mom mentioned
a boyfriend. Luke?

He's not my boyfriend anymore.

Really?

You want to tell
me what happened?

Anything I say you're just
going to use against me...

...to prove to my mom
that I'm troubled, right?

I'm not here to judge.

I'm here to listen
and try to help.

You're here because my mom would
rather have me shipped off...

..to a mental institution than
have to deal with reality.

I'm here because,
accidentally or not,

you nearly killed yourself.

You want to tell me
what's actually going on...

...with you and your mom?

How much time do you have?

(sighs)

This isn't good, man.
Summer should have been here by now.

She better
be here soon.

Well, what if something
happened, right?

Marissa's dad can't
get her out of here.

How're we supposed
to be able to?

I'm done waiting
for Summer.

Hi. We're here
for Marissa Cooper.

Uh... it's okay, Denise.

They're with me.

Good... Lord.

What? I told you
I was a Candy Striper.

I thought you were kidding.

It's for charity.
All the girls do it.

I should be hospitalized more.

If you need any help...

Okay, can you get us
in the psych ward or not?

-Just try to keep up with me.
-Cool.

Seth, You're on lookout.

Hi, Gloria.

I know it's my day off, I just
can't get enough of sick people.

These guys're gonna
help with the sponge baths.

Hmm! Dibs on that guy.

I'm not saying that we need to
keep her on suicide watch,

but there are some
underlying issues...

...she hasn't
been dealing with.

But you can help her?

I can recommend
further treatment.

Psychodynamic therapy,
group work.

At the institute?

At the institute
or here in Newport.

I see patients or
I can refer you.

No, no, I want her to get out of
Newport. It's too chaotic here.

She can't leave now. She's got
school. She's got her friends.

Uprooting her now would
do more harm than good.

She almost died, Jimmy.
How much more harm can she do?

Alright, you decide.

I need to check in
with the institute.

JIMMY:
Thanks.

She's going to the institute.

-She's not going anywhere.
-Don't make me call my lawyer.

(sighs)
Go ahead. I'll call mine.

I'm going to go talk
to Marissa.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Marissa's father and
I have discussed it.

I've got a bag
for her in the car,

I can drive her
down tonight.

I'll make the arrangements.

Thank you.

(tapping phone keys)

I know this may be difficult
for you to hear,

but Dr. Burke and I think
it's for the best.

Well, what about Dad?

He wants what's best
for you, too, sweetie.

Now, Dr. Burke and I have
to finish some paperwork,

so you should
get dressed, okay?

I'm glad you're taking
this so well, Marissa.

Yeah, well, if it's for
the best, right?

Mm-hmm.
I love you, honey.

Okay. Get dressed.
I'll be back.

Alright.

How'd I do?

Almost had me convinced. Here.

It's, uh...

Summer's idea.

It's for our, uh, cover.

Sure. Summer's idea.

Hey, no peeking.

Hey.Madame Bovary.

(admiring whistle)

That Flaubert could really
turn a phrase.

I guess.
It was kind of a bummer.

I mean, I know Emma got her
heart, like, totally broken,

but why'd she have
to go and eat arsenic?

-You've read Madame Bovary?
-Five times.

It's Tom Shell's favorite book.

Ooh, I should go check on him.

He's two floors down.
He's, like, incontinent.

You're a strange and
mysterious woman, Summer.

(Summer gasps)

-You...
-Shh!

Okay, wait...

What does that mean.
I wasn't in Panama.

That means
that you should...

Just go, I'll run interference.

Yeah, that's what
I said. 10-4.

(sighs)

Hi, Mrs. Cooper. How are you?

Hey, Summer.
Are you here to see Marissa?

Uh, yeah, well, I was
just volunteering today.

I thought I'd stop by.
How is she?

Well, she's going
to be fine eventually.

-Are you her doctor?
-I'm her therapist.

Now we're on way
to see her right...

Therapist?!
Do you have a second?

Because I keep
having this dream,

while I'm in the woods
trying to find this restaurant,

but I'm totally lost
and so hungry.

I have a reservation so I can't
be late. Are you following?

You ready?

Yeah.

-Go away.
-I just wanted to see you.

I'm-I'm so sorry
about everything.

Yeah, that's what
you said in Mexico.

-That was a mistake.
-No kidding.

What are you doing
dressed like that?

Oh, uh, hey, your mom and
the doctor are on the move.

You're running away?

Look, Luke, please...

Take the stairs.

Are you sure it's okay?

I mean, I don't want
to interrupt if...

His office said he was having
"welcome to the firm" drinks...

-..with a few of his...
-Thank you.

...associates.

-Can I have another one?
-Sure

KIRSTEN:
Hey.

SANDY:
Mmm!

Hey, hey, hey,
wh-what are you two doing here?

When I couldn't reach
you on your cell phone,

I called the office.

Jimmy needs some
legal advice.

I'm Kirsten.

Hi. I'm Rachel.

-Oh, so this is Rachel?
-This is Rachel.

I'm Rachel.

(all chuckling)

Hi, Rachel.
I'm-I'm, uh, Jimmy.

Hi.

So, are you suing a tequila
company? Doing some research?

Well, apparently,
we don't sue anybody.

Now, you say that like
it's a bad thing.

You're lucky to be married to
somebody so hilarious.

I am.

(giggling)
JIMMY: You know what? Um...

(clears throat)
I-I'll just take care of this myself.

-I'm gonna go.
-Jimmy...

-Stop by the office tomorrow.
-Uh, yeah, no.

Tomorrow's, uh, going to be too
late. Thanks, Kirsten.

I'll see you at home when
you're finished work.

-It was nice to meet you.
-Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

What... what are
you doing here?

I, uh...

I checked out.

Does your mother
know about this?

We're going to wait
in the car.

Yeah, yeah,
right.

You ran away?

I didn't know
what else to do.

Sweetheart...

Mom was ready to drive
me down to San Diego.

What?

You didn't know?

Oh, I should have guessed.

Look, I don't want
to go to San Diego,

and I don't want
to live with Mom.

I want to stay with you.

I want that, too.
But I... I don't know...

I don't know if that's possible.

Your mom is suing me
for sole custody,

and after everything I've
done, she kind of has me...

...over a barrel, kiddo.

Look, if I do even
the slightest thing wrong,

I could never see you again.
Okay?

And I don't, I don't
ever want to lose you.

(phone rings)

Hold on.

Um, it's just, give me
a second, okay?

-Yeah.
-Hey.

Yeah, fine.

Uh, no, she's, uh, she's here.

I didn't have anything
to do with this, Julie.

Well... you were going
to take her to San Diego...

...without telling
me about it.

Alright, great.
I'll, I'll keep her here.

What do you want
to do now, Coop?

-I don't know what to do.
-What can I do?

I could hide you in one
of my mom's developments.

-I'm kidding.
-Mm-hmm.

I mean, how is any
of this even possible?

My mom wants to lock
me up in an asylum,

my dad can't even
do anything about it.

Well, we'll figure
something out.

We better hurry
because she just escaped...

...from a psych ward wearing
a candy striper outfit.

If they didn't think
she was crazy before...

Sorry, Coop. I'm going
to go get another slice.

As will I.

Well...if you want to skip town,
I guess I could go with you.

My mom would love that.

Look, if your mom's
doing all this...

...just to keep me
away from you...

I'll stay away.

I don't want that.

So, what are we
going to do?

If I could just
get her to listen...

-Hey.
-Back from work?

I don't understand
why you're so upset.

I understand, but it's
nothing. She works at the firm.

She doesn't look old enough
to be served in a bar.

-Let alone a lawyer.
-She's 33.

She graduated Berkeley four
years after you.

-What's her favorite color?
-Pink.

(sighs)

Aw, Kirsten...

Sandy, I'm not saying
anything's going on.

Good.

Because you spent the weekend
painting Jimmy Cooper's house,

and I didn't say a word because
I knew nothing was going on.

Right?

Right. Of course.

So what were you two
doing together tonight?

Jimmy's got custody issues
with Julie.

Well, I guess
we're all having issues.

So what are we
going to do?

I have to work with this woman.

I trust you.

Okay. I trust you.

Okay.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Hey. It's Ryan.

Hey. What's going on?

Uh.... I'm with Marissa and...

I need your advice.

Uh-huh.

Well, if I've learned
anything today,

you don't want
to go to court with this.

You're going to want to settle.

(doorbell chimes)

What is going on?

Come with me.

I don't understand. What does
this have to do with Marissa?

Do you know where she...?

Well, no surprise
you're involved in all this.

Where is she?

I don't know. At a bus station.
On a tropical island somewhere.

Ryan...

I cannot believe you're
chaperoning this farce.

-Julie, sit down.
-No. I don't want to sit down.

Alright. Let's all talk.

Talk about what? What is
there to talk about?

Well, if you ever want
to see your daughter...

Watch it.

Julie, I... I know
you've been through a lot.

But Ryan isn't the problem.

What is that supposed to mean?

You tell me where she is,
and then I am taking her home.

-She ran away from a hospital!
-She ran away from you.

Look... you're from
Riverside, right?

That's not too far
from where I grew up.

I am calling the police
in, like, two seconds...

I know this place
has everything we never had.

You're afraid you're gonna lose
it all, everything you wanted.

I'm done.

What you and your daughter
want are different things.

-You don't know what she wants!
-I know what she doesn't want.

She doesn't want
to go to San Diego.

She doesn't want
to live with you.

I don't know what I'm supposed
to say to any of this.

Just say "Yes."

-Oh, honey...
-No, no. You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

Look, I know you're
only trying to help,

but you're just making
everything worse.

You have no idea
how scared I was.

I'm sorry.

But, look, I'm not going
to hurt myself again,

and I'll even still see
a therapist if you want,

but I want to do it here.

And I want to live with Dad.

I mean, at least for now.

This isn't over, Marissa.

I'll let myself out.

You okay?

So you still think
that, after everything...

...that happened today,
when we get back to school,

you're going to be
able to ignore me?

Well... all I can do is try.

I admire your will.

Hey.

Hey. How'd it go?

Uh... it's over.

Yeah?

Summer, you should
take Marissa home.

To her dad's.

Bye, Summer.

Just a little thing we do.

Okay. Now let's talk about that
surprise trip to Tiajuana.

It's pronounced "Tia-who-ana."
That's how. You're so white.

I've never heard you
talk so much.

I like to save it
for when it counts.

Good. I heard about what
happened with your test today.

Or what didn't happen.

Well, you're suddenly
not so talkative.

Look, I get it.

Marissa needed help;
you were worried about her.

Believe me, I understand.

I'm worried about you.

Aw...

I'm okay going to public school.

Be a hell of a lot better
than where I went.

Go to Dr. Kim
and explain yourself.

I don't think she wants
to hear from me. Ever again.

Ooh, you're afraid of her.

You, who went toe-to-toe
with Julie Cooper,

the Dragon Lady--
You can take Dr. Kim.

Talk to her.

There's a problem...

you'll have your
attorney present.

I got your back.

So you and Summer seemed
pretty chummy yesterday.

Dad... "Chummy"?

-It's okay. You can tell me.
-No, I really... I can't.

If you can't tell your dad,
who can you tell?

Gee, I don't know, uh, Ryan,
Mom... that tree over there.

You're going to miss me
when I'm gone.

When are you leaving?

-What's the verdict?
-He passed, he did very well.

-Congratulations.
-Congratulations.

-Dude, you're a Pirate.
-You guys are the Pirates?

Yeah, I know, it's
a bit minty. Yeah.

Thank you for giving
Ryan another chance.

Mr. Cohen, I told Ryan that if
he ever pulls a stunt like that

again, he's going to need a
much better lawyer than you...

...to get him out of it.

Welcome to the
Harbor School, Ryan.

I'll be watching you.

Argh! You thought
juvie was tough.

Hey, you ready to get your photo
taken for student ID?

Like a mug shot?

So cynical.

Hey, check out
my new mug shot.

-God!
-What?

Dad, those eyebrows
are out of control.

It's a sign of power.

Then you must be the most
powerful man in the world.

Yeah, well, brace yourself, son.
It's genetic.

by paulonline