The O.C. (2003–2007): Season 2, Episode 11 - The Second Chance - full transcript

Previously on The O.C.

Her dad is dying and he
asked me to find her for him.

Rebecca Bloom--
love of your life?

Will you come with me?

Lindsay asked me to be the
buffer between her and Caleb.

Grandpa hates you.

CALEB:
So, what is it

the two of you
really want?

Money?
What?

Cohen's going
to do his own comic.

I think they're really good.



Yeah?

Yeah, the boobs
are a little big.

Well, aren't they?
Summer and I may be taking

a step forward
in our relationship.

Aren't you sick of me?
We've hung out every single day this week.

You're still in love with her.
She's dead.

Rebecca.

( engine stops )

You're up early.

I'm studying
for this test.

Oh, yeah, I know, it's great.

I was actually on my way out
just to talk.

Studying.

Fine. We can talk here.



I just think the issue feels
a little more pool housey.

Is this about Alex?

Uh, no. No.

She's merely kitchen table
fodder at this point.

She's no longer
up to pool house snuff.

So, it's Summer and Zach.

Yes, which I realize
is more of an evening subject,

best served over
a game of PlayStation.

I'll allow it.

Great, thanks
a lot.

So, the three of us are moving
forward with this comic book.

Right, so?

So, Summer and I

are getting involved
professionally, Ryan.

Now, you know
how these things go.

Late nights
at the office...

You don't have an office.

Sure, but with the added stress

of work and deadlines,

you know,
things can get, uh, uh, sexy.

You're writing a comic book.

Not sexy.
So, you think I'm reaching.

I think you're
moving on with Alex,

you moved on with Summer,

and for the first
time in your life,

you're not facing
any women issues.

So, then you're saying
I'm just complaining

that I have nothing
to complain about.

This is what I'm saying.

Okay, great.

Then I will await
the next great romance

to wreak havoc
on my heart and mind.

I can hardly wait.

( no audio )

You're up early.

Are you sneaking in
after curfew?

Busted.

Am I grounded?

Perhaps if I let you off...

you'll remember
this act of kindness,

and afford me the same leniency
should I miss my own curfew.

Keep dreaming.
It was worth a shot.

KIRSTEN:
You're home.

I was worried
about you.

Oh, I'm okay.
You know, just beat.

Mmm. How did Professor Bloom
take the news about Rebecca?

Oh, how do you think he took it?

I can only imagine.

His only daughter,
and now she's gone,

and he didn't even
get to see her.

( phone rings )

Hello?
Hey, Sandy. Rebecca.

Yeah?
Listen, I'm at the pier.

Do you want me
to grab you some coffee?

No, no. 9:00 is fine.

I'll see you then.

Okay.

It's going to be a little hectic
for a while.

Well, you should try
and get some sleep.

You look exhausted.

( piano and acoustic guitar
strumming gentle melody )

S02E11
The Second Chance

* California, here we come *

* Right back where
we started from *

* California *

* California... *

You're up and
about early.

Tests. Not ready.

Don't miss those days.

Yeah, thanks.

How's school? Life?

Yeah, pretty good. Usual.

You and Lindsay?

Uh, we're good.

You know, we're good.

There was definite hesitation.

Eh, no, no, just studying.

Ryan, whatever you did,
it can be undone.

Candies, flowers--
work miracles.

Actually, it's not
something I did,

although thanks
for your confidence.

It's, uh...
it's your dad.

Ah, the one man
impervious to miracles.

What happened?

Well, Lindsay reached out
to him, or I did for her.

There was a meal.

Or there was supposed
to be a meal.

Um... we went to a restaurant.

Poor girl. What did he say?

He didn't actually take out his checkbook,
but he might as well have.

He thought she wanted money?

He must have got her confused
with my other sister.

Or his wife.

Look, I'm not the biggest fan
of your dad, no offense.

But I mean, Luke Skywalker
was happy to have a dad,

even if he was Darth Vader.

You're right. She needs a dad.

I'll handle this.

There's going to
be another meal.

Here, and actual food
will be eaten.

And I'll make sure that
he behaves himself.

( phone rings )
Oh, my God.

Did we really drink
that much last night?

Uh, we drank that much here.

Who knew you harbor chicks
could throw down?

Yeah, well, I'm not
like the other girls.

Well, then I guess it's about time I
show you the meth lab in the basement.

I thought you'd never ask.

( both chuckling )

So, I guess you have
to go to school.

Say hi to Seth for me.

I kind of miss
his little chicken arms.

What's he been up to?

He hasn't bugged me for a while.

Um, I don't know,
but I was

kind of thinking
of skipping school today.

I mean, how much is there to
learn about the Aztecs anyway?

Nothing, really.

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

So, what do you want to do?

Well, you ready
for that surf lesson?

Yes! Awesome!

Let me just jump in the shower,
if that's okay?

Oh, wait, do you have another
shirt I can borrow?

'Cause this one kind of
smells like cigarettes.

REBECCA:
So, who would have thought

Sandy Cohen would be living
in Newport Beach,

surrounded
by all these surfers?

It's been 22 years.

You say that
like it's a long time.

So, you have
two kids, huh?

Yup.

Who'd you end
up marrying?

Wait, let me guess.

Left-wing radical from
Long Island, reformed?

Yup, that's it.

Not even close.

Rich, conservative,
Presbyterian...

She grew up right, uh,
well, here, basically.

Blonde, blue eyes,
cute little nose like a button.

You're full of surprises.

How'd she take the news
about my return?

I haven't told her yet.

Oh.

I don't want her to be
considered an accomplice,

what with my
harboring a fugitive.

Yeah, that I am.

So, what about you?
Are you married?

You got those five kids
you always wanted to have?

Not even close.

I haven't met
anybody since you.

It's kind of hard
to meet people

when you can't let anybody
know who you really are,

and you can't stay
in one place too long.

I can see how
that might salt your game.

Salt my game?

Is that how they talk
in Orange County?

Stick around.
You'll be saying "rad" in no time.

Yeah, except
I'm not staying.

I figured I'd, um... hang out
in my lovely accommodations

at the Fleabag Inn
for another 48 hours.

Spend this time with my dad.

Then disappear.

You're leaving?
How can I stay?

You said yourself
I'm a fugitive.

The feds are looking for me.
I don't want to get you in any trouble.

Does your dad know
you're leaving so soon?

I was hoping
you'd help me out with that.

Hey, there.

Mmm.

So, what do you want
for dinner?

Why, are you
inviting me over?

Uh, Kirsten is.

Great.

So, who's going to be there?

Oh, you know--
me, you,

Kirsten...
( coughing ) Caleb.

Huh?

( pretends to sneeze ):
Caleb.

Caleb.

Why? One horrible dining
experience wasn't enough?

Kirsten just feels bad about
what happened at our dinner.

You told her.
She wants to help.

Well, I don't
want her help.

I don't want your help.
And I definitely don't want

to dine with Caleb Nichol.

All right, look.

Luke Skywalker was happy
to find his dad, right?

Even if he turned out
to be Darth Vader.

Ryan, Luke Skywalker
and Darth Vader

fought each other with light
sabers until one of them died.

Vader cut off Skywalker's hand.

Well, when you
put it that way...

Look, just don't worry
about my family or our family,

whatever they are.

Just let it be, okay?

All right.

Kirsten, what a pleasure
to see you in my office.

Your yogalates or cardio bar,

or whatever it is
you've been up to

is working wonders
on your figure.

And that top,
it's, it's so fetching.

"Fetching." Are you done?

Done what? Done complimenting
my beautiful daughter

on how beautiful she is?

Dad, I need you
to do me a favor.

I need you to have dinner
with me, Lindsay, and Ryan,

And I need you to not be
the world's biggest ass.

What are you talking about?

You accused her
of wanting money.

Not that you've ever viewed that
as a personality flaw before.

Well, she turned up
with that inland street thug.

Dad, listen up.

Ryan,

the assumed street thug,
has been living with us

for a year
and a half now.

He is a brother to Seth,
and a son to me and Sandy.

I still question
his motives.

I'm just protective
of my family.

This girl wants
to know her father.

She wants
to get to know you.

Now, tonight, you are going
to show up for dinner,

and you are going to be
a real dad to this girl,

or you're going to lose
two daughters,

got it?

Dad, I can't stay.

I'm already endangering
you and Sandy.

Oh, I see, so I'm going to lose
you all over again, huh?

We really don't have
a choice here.

Of course we do.

The choice we always had, Sandy.
I'm not turning myself in.

You know how long it
would be before I go to court?

We'd have no time together.

All I want is to see you clear your name,
to, to get your life back.

It's going to be very hard to do
considering what happened.

Except it didn't happen, Sandy.

Tell him, Rebecca.

Tell me what?

Okay. Um... that night,
I never showed.

I got scared.

Sukowsky had to go it alone.

I knew it.

Why'd you run?
I panicked.

I knew if I got caught,
I'd have to testify against my friends.

Sandy, you could defend her.
You could clear her name.

We can't ask him to put himself
at risk like that.

He has a family now.
No, wait, wait, wait.

Before you left,
we were his family.

Sandy, please,
I am begging you.

Give my daughter her life back.

Hey.
SETH: Hey.

Is that Marissa?

Yeah, or as I like
to call her, Cosmo Girl,

with a passion for fashion
and a magic flask...

Alcoholism as a superpower.

Well, that is
an interesting take.

You must think
Marissa is super-hot.

You're not going to,
like, draw me

all short and stumpy, are you, to, like,
punish me for not liking you anymore?

This is kind of my concern.

You and me
and the artistic process...

What about it?

Well, you and I have a history,
and I'm a little concerned

that it's going
to compromise my vision.

Are you writing me out?

Oh, I will compromise
your vision.

Do not forget
about my rage blackouts.

I have not. In fact,
it's part of your superpowers.

Really?
Yeah, it's very Hulk-like.

But I'm not going to, like,
turn green, am I?

Oh, this is your way
to make me rip off all of my clothes.

That right there.
It's our history.

It's affecting the work.

Are you forgetting
about our third partner, Zach?

Superhero nickname,
"The Boyfriend,"

has the power
to make me forget you.

I'm just saying, high stress,
late nights, close quarters...

I hope it doesn't,
but I don't know.

It could get weird.

You think?
Well...

Hey, guys!
I got great news.

Hey.
My dad has

an intern whose uncle works
at Wildstorm.

Really?
What's Wildstorm?

Unbelievable
comic book company.

I pitched them the
shape of the idea.

Well, Zach, we don't
really have...

They love the world
of Orange County, man.

They think it could be
really hot right now.

They said if they like
the artwork,

they might want
to set up a meeting.

All right.

So get ready, man.

Late nights, high stress,
close quarters...

Oh, and Cohen,
you got to nail Summer.

What?

Excuse me?

I pitched them her character,
Little Miss Vixen,

with her designer handbags
full of killer credit cards.

They loved her.
They did?

Yeah.
They love me.

Okay, but we got
to lock down her likeness.

You got to start
drawing her right away.

Uh, okay.

Like tonight.

So I'll be posing
for Cohen tonight?

It's fine.
This is going to be great.

Great.

So great.

Hey.
Hey.

We're not having a party,
are we?

One never knows.

No, it's just dinner
with my dad.

Oh.
Don't worry.

You're not invited.

Oh. Well, good

I should probably get back
to the office anyway.

Oh, okay.

You working with Max?

Yeah.

What's there left to do?

Everything.

What if I told you he wants me
to clear Rebecca's name,

prove she
was innocent?

I would think
that would be wonderful.

You would?

The man's daughter died,

and if you can't bring
his daughter back,

at least you can clear her name.

I knew you'd understand.

Well, why aren't
you dressed?

Is Lindsay here?

Lindsay isn't coming.
Why?

'Cause Caleb's coming.

Well, I know.
That was the idea. Go and get her.

Gotten in the middle enough.

Well, didn't you use that Luke Skywalker,
Darth Vader thing?

She poked a serious hole
in that analogy.

Look, my father is
on his way over here,

and if Lindsay doesn't show up,
we're going to be having dinner

with him... alone.

That's a good point.

I just don't think
there's anything I can say.

Maybe you're right.

Forks on the left,
soup spoons on the right.

What's this?

Oh, it's something Seth drew.

It's a demon water polo player,
I guess.

He left it here.

Maybe in ten years,
I'll sell it on eBay or something.

So, what's the deal
with you guys?

We never really left
the ground, you know?

We taxied down
the runway,

but never achieved
liftoff.

Yeah, I just got out
of one of those.

Yeah, well,
they're good

for getting over
someone, I guess.

Or getting you
ready for someone.

Hey, can I crash
at your place again?

Anything to avoid
hanging out with my stepdad.

Works for me, but...

( sighs )

Can I ask you
a question?

Sure.

What are you doing with me?

Picking up a pint of Cherry
Garcia and renting some DVDs?

I mean, sleeping over,
hanging out all the time,

borrowing my clothes...

Things that never happened
with Seth, and I was dating him.

Well, Seth's not
really your size.

No, but he was,
however briefly, my boyfriend.

Maybe you're right.

I should probably sleep
at home anyway.

I'm out of fresh clothes
as it is.

Okay.

Oh, and I'll wash this shirt,
get it back to you.

No, don't worry about it.

( knocking )

I'm almost done practicing, Mom.

Not your mom.

Hi.
Your sister.

I didn't know
you played the oboe.

Oh. Not well.

I just started practicing again.

It sounds great. What was that?

Uh, it was Brahms,
an orchestral piece.

You know who likes Brahms?

Yeah. I'm not going to dinner

even if Caleb is a huge fan
of the oboe.

Look, no one has been
more thoroughly crushed

by our dad than me.

Hey, now, there's a club
I want to join.

He's got a lot of issues.

He's not the easiest guy
in the world

to get along with,
but once you figure him out,

he's-he's really
a good guy.

Really?

I don't know.

I've never been able
to figure him out,

but maybe
we can try...

together.

( crickets chirping )

Well, it's not much,
but the couch is pretty comfy,

and we've got
air conditioning.

Well, we don't have
air conditioning, but we-we have windows.

Carpeting, very lush.
It's private.

And the price?
You can't beat it.

It's great, Sandy.

It's perfect.

I mean, it'll be fine
for the next 48 hours.

Well, it might take me
a little longer than that

to figure out how
to take on your case.

You are? You will?

Oh...

Thank you.

( sighs ):
I mean, um... thanks.

I know I said I didn't
want your help, but...

I kind of did.

I kind of knew that.

Hmm. So, um...

have you told
your wife yet?

No.
Sandy?

She can't know anything yet,
not until we get this sorted out.

Now... I don't like it,

but... it's the best thing
for her.

Okay, that's
your decision.

My dad's going
to be thrilled.

We should celebrate.

Yeah, I'll go rent out
Chuck E. Cheese.

I know we can't go out,
but we could order in Mexican,

grab a bottle
of tequila.

Still like pachung?

Yeah.

Yeah? Smoke a little weed?

( laughs ):
Cool.

Yeah, while I'm harboring
a fugitive,

I'll go and score some pot
off the street.

( coughs ):
Oh.

Never leave home
without it.

Happen to have
a bong handy?

Not these days, no.

My son Seth is...
he's quite the detective.

Hmm. If my
memory serves,

Sandy Cohen could turn
just about anything

into a pipe.

Soda can... apple...

Do we get to listen
to the Allman Brothers, too?

Depends if you've
got an apple.

Let's just stick
to the tequila.

Hello.
Hmm, come in.

You can...

All right.
Hey, nice to see you dress up

for the occasion.

Oh...

( clears throat )

( sighs )

Ready?

Yeah, just a second.

Um... go ahead.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's my costume.

I told you I had
wardrobe approval.

Look, if it
was up to you,

I'd be wearing shredded purple
jeans and pasties.

No, this is better.
This is much better.

Okay, come on.
Let's be professional.

Less drooling, more drawing.

And don't give me any junk
in the trunk, either.

It's just the gifts
God gave you.

You think you can maybe turn,
like, 40 degrees

but keep your face tilted
towards the light,

and then hold
your arms akimbo.

A what-bo?

Here, just like this.

Okay, chest out
a little bit.

Okay.

This way.
Mm-hmm.

( whispering ):
Okay, now turn your face

out this way
a little bit.

Wait.

What?

Okay.

Are your greasy paws
done manhandling me?

Yeah. You look good.

Did you just draw that?

Yeah, but you
just stepped Right now?

out of the light.

Hey.

You know,
I wish I could draw,

but every time
I try to draw a person,

it's just one big head with legs
coming out of its chin.

Yeah, look how you're
holding the pencil.

You're choking it.

No, I am not. This pencil
can breathe on its own.

Yeah, well, the guy
with no neck can't.

Loosen up a little bit.
Okay.

All right,
there you go.

Just take it
nice and easy.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Picasso said,

"First you have to be able
to draw a straight line."

Right.

I think I've got
all the angles I need.

I can do the rest from memory.

Yeah, good, 'cause, uh...

my costume's starting
to ride me.

Excellent.

I'll come back for
Princess Sparkle later.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

( sighs )

This is the best meal
you ever cooked, Kiki.

It's fondue, Dad.

Cheese pot, not
so difficult.

Did you know that Lindsay
plays the oboe?

Not well.

Do you now?

Do you play any Brahms?

I try.

Did you know that Dad has box seats
at the Hollywood Bowl?

Have you ever been?
Uh, no, I heard it's amazing.

Tickets are yours.

Great.

Ryan?

What do you think?

A little Essa Peka,

a little Yo-Yo Ma?

I don't think Ryan
would be interested.

Dad.

What, I'm just saying,
a boy like Ryan

would probably get bored
with a show like that.

Right, 'cause they don't
have music in Chino.

It's fine.
Just let him insult me.

I didn't mean
to insult you.

I just had no idea
that you were a classical music fan.

What's your favorite
Brahms concerto?

Ryan, I'm so sorry.

No, it's fine. You know what?
I'm just going to go.

This was supposed
to be about Lindsay

and Caleb making up
for lost time.

What are you insinuating?

It's just you guys have
a lot to catch up on.

I'd hate to see you waste
all your time insulting me.

Ryan, stay.

Yes, Ryan, stay
as long as you like.

Living in this house,
eating our food,

dating our children,
butting in to our affairs.

You are so out of line.

What?

I've forgiven him
for burning down my model home,

for teaching my grandson
how to steal cars,

and for starting a brawl
at my Man-of-the-Year party,

and everyone seems
to have forgotten

that he impregnated
a girl.

Something you might know
a thing or two about,

except I didn't pay her off
to stay quiet.

What did you say to me?

I'm just telling you
the truth.

And you can try and hide it from Lindsay,
make this all about me.

I've had just about
enough out of you.

That's too bad,
'cause I'm just getting started.

Ryan.

Let me tell you something, if you've
come here for a fight...

Dad.
Ryan, don't.

Oh.

( groans )

Dad?!

Oh!

Dad?

Dad?

Oh, my God.

Call 911.

Dad!

That's the last time
I try cooking.

I'm starving.

There's got to be a vending
machine to raid around here.

- I'd love some coffee.
- Yeah, let me get that.

SETH:
Hey, Lindsay,

you want to come?

I'll stay here.

I'm here.

I'm sorry.

Not that I haven't
wished it on the man,

but how's he doing?

I haven't heard yet.

I was worried about you.

Oh, I was working late.

Have you been drinking?

MAN:
Kirsten Cohen?

Ah, yes.

I'm Dr. Stephen Lasser.

I was with your
father all night.

Let me say,
he's going to be okay.

Oh, thank God.

He did, however, suffer
a mild heart attack, and we're

going to have to run
some tests and keep him here

a day or two, but
nothing to worry about.

Um, can we see him?

Well, visits are
restricted to family.

I'm his daughter.

Then right this way.

Are you coming?

In a second.

I was thinking...
you around my dad, right now?

Oh, probably not the best thing
for his blood pressure, huh?

Probably not.
I understand.

I've got plenty of work
to do at the office.

But I'll stay
if you want me to.

No, I have Lindsay,
Ryan and Seth.

Right.

Oh, my God.
You almost kissed him?

Shouldn't you be
at the hospital?

Eh, whatever.
It's just Caleb.

Ryan said he'll be fine.

Besides, he's like
a cockroach, you know?

He'll outlive us all.

Again, you almost kissed Cohen?

It was not an almost kiss.

It was a nose graze.
Totally different.

Not totally.

Sometimes you can just have,
like, a moment with someone.

You know, when you're doing
something totally random

and it's just, like,
charged, or something.

Who you been nose-grazing with?

What?
No one.

I just mean...

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah, like, even if you're
dating a totally hot guy

that really likes you,
you can still get flustered

by a bobble-headed geek
in size 27 jeans.

Yeah.
What is that?

I don't know.

What are you supposed
to do about it?

I think it depends
on who the person is.

If it's Cohen,

well, I think you need
to use all your weapons

and your designer handbag
to defend yourself.

If it's a normal person,
you go for it.

What if it's someone

whose nose you never
thought you'd graze?

Do you mean
like Princess Sparkle?

You are young,
you are single,

and you have a cute nose.

So why not
put it out there?

KIRSTEN:
Are you comfortable?

Do you need
anything from home?

Slippers, robe?

No, no, I'm... I'm fine.

Thanks.

Actually, I've never
been better.

Are you on morphine?

I owe you both a huge apology.

It's just a shame
it took a coronary

for me to realize
how terrible I've been

and I've been terrible.

Dad, it's okay.
It's not okay,

but now that I've
got a second chance,

well... I'd like
a second chance.

Can we start over?

Whatever makes you
feel any better.

I didn't even think I liked you.

Until I thought I lost you.

Does that mean you forgive me?

Okay.

Yeah.

REBECCA:
Am I going to jail?

Not necessarily.

Clearing your name
is probably impossible.

It's not going to be easy.

With your permission,
I'd like to explore

some kind of amnesty,
a plea bargain,

to keep you out of jail
so you can be with your dad.

Yeah, that's
what's important here.

What can we do?

I'm going to need
a statement of fact, your story.

And then we can track down
any witnesses

who can corroborate the truth.

But first...

I've got to call my wife.

Excuse me.

Hey, baby, it's me.

I was hoping you'd be there.

I guess we'll catch up
back at the ranch for dinner.

Call me if you need anything.

I love you.

Maybe you should be
with your family,

your wife,
given everything.

Oh, it's okay.
I don't think she really wants me there.

Her father and I don't
exactly get along so well.

You sure?
Yeah, yeah.

The sooner we get started...

The sooner I'm
out of your life

and you can have yours back.

No, it's not like that.

Yeah, it is.

Go home to your wife.

We'll work on this
in the morning.

Hey.

Oh, these are probably
pretty cold by now.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, I was going to go
and give them to you guys,

but I didn't want
to interrupt.

Where's Seth?
He... he went home.

You know, shower,
do some work.

Why didn't you go with him?

I just figured I'd stay here.

Least I could do.

Ryan, nobody
blames you for this.

Really.

Hey.

What's going on?

Hey.

I just came by
to give you this.

It might be worth
a lot of money someday.

Nice house.

Thanks.

It's good for weekends,
and, you know, vacations.

So are you seeing anyone?

Multiple people,
perhaps?

Female?
Life partner?

Seth...

It's a legitimate question.

Don't make me hurt you
in your nice house.

Yeah, well, you know what?

You hurt me
enough already, so...

Come on, I
didn't hurt you.

It was never that kind of thing.

I remember you

scratching my cornea really bad

and bending my arm

in ways
it's not supposed to bend.

You know
what I mean.

We were each other's
in between people, you know?

You helped me get over Jody.

And...

I helped you get over...

Summer.

Mm-hmm.

It's kind of cool, actually.

We helped get each other
ready for what's next.

Well, good luck with that.

Good luck with Summer.

Look at this.

Well, I figured you could use
a home-cooked meal.

It's grilled salmon in a
raspberry coulis reduction.

My favorite.
I know.

My hero. Mmm. Mmm.

You shaved.

Well, I clean up nice.

So, you've been working hard.

It's a good thing you got the new office.
How do you like it?

Well, it's a little rough
around the edges.

It's just my style.

Well, if you're going to be spending
a lot of time there,

you'll need to spruce it up.

I like it un-spruced.

Well, while you are whipping up
a culinary miracle,

I'm going to go
to the store

and pick up some
things for my dad.

I love you.

I love you.

Hey.

Hey.
Cohen.

Summer.

You...

So, I...
Yeah, I been thinking.

Sorry, go.
No, no,

you go first.
Yes, okay.

Um... I'm not happy

with the, uh...

shadings of my sketches.

I'm glad to hear that,
because I have made

some modifications
to my costume.

And Princess Sparkle
now has a cape.

Nice touch, fantastic.

I always say, every four-legged sidekick--
they need a cape.

Yes.
I always say that.

Yeah, good.

So, do you need
to draw me again?

No, that's not necessary.
That is not necessary.

I've got your image.

It's just seared in my memory.

Good.

I-I think, yeah.

I look forward to seeing
what you come up with.

Here's the thing.

I just think that the best way

for us...

to maintain
a professional relationship...

...is to spend as little time
together as possible?

Yes, exactly.
Good.

Who's ready for a road trip?
What?

I just talked to the guy
at Wildstorm.

He loved your drawings.

I set up a meeting.

We're going to San Diego--
just the three of us!

That's great.
Great.

* *

* *

This is my fault.

No, I-It's no one's fault.

But I think Caleb has changed.

He really wants

a relationship
with me.

Uh, that's great.

Yeah, it is.
Yeah.

It's just...

I think that that's going to
be pretty hard...

If I'm around, yeah, I know.

Look, I know... that
he's going to like you.

I mean, how
could he not?

( giggles )

I just think that's
going to take some time.

And he needs me now.

Yeah, we'll take
some time off.

It's not like
we haven't done it before.

I know-- first Kirsten,
and now my dad.

You don't want a relationship
with Julie Cooper, do you?

'Cause then we'd never
see each other.

Yeah, that's not
going to happen.

( laughs softly )

I know what it's like...

not having a dad. I...

I get it.

Bye.

( door shuts )

( phone ringing )

SANDY:
Hey, it's me.

I'm just checking up on you,
making sure you're okay.

Yeah. I was just getting ready
to sack out on the couch.

All right.

I'll see you in the morning,
and we'll figure this out.

With you leading the charge,
I have no doubt.

Good night.

Good night. Thank you.

( phone ringing )

( sighing )

( whispering ):
Come on.

( sighing )

Hello?

Oh, hey, sweetie, it's Mom.

Hey. How's Grandpa?

Uh, he's okay.

I just saw him.
Is your dad around?

Uh, hang on. Let me check.

Dad?

I have no idea
where he is right now.

Okay, well,
I-I'm going to make a pit stop.

I'm going to drop a few things
off at his office.

It needs some sprucing up.

Did you say "sprucing"?

Yes, I did, indeed.

All right.

Listen, um, if he and I
should cross paths,

is there anything
you want me to tell him?

No, I want it to be a surprise.

Just let him know that
I'll be home in a few minutes.

All right, I can do that.

Bye-bye.

( knocking )

Yeah?

Hey.
Hey.

Ryan and I could use
a little help setting the table.

All right.

Who called?
Oh, it was Mom.

Oh, yeah? What did she say?

She's going to be home
in a few.

REBECCA:
Sandy? Is that you?

Rebecca?

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