All language subtitles for The O.C. - 2x02 - The Way We Were.en

He's totally checking you out.

The first time since Julie left me, I don't feel completely alone.

The DA comes to see at the beginning of summer, tells me the sky is falling,

and he hasn't done a damn thing since.

You're not charging that on the company card, are you?

Why?

Acknowledge me now, or lose me forever.

I can't believe this.

So you and Summer?

Not so good, actually. She'll probably never speak to me again.

- Do you guys still talk?
- No, not really.

We used to. But it just sort of made everything harder.

- We could not go.
- Can't not go.

We can so not go. We already missed registration. It's not like anyone's expecting us.

- Your mom called the school, man.
- Uh, did my mom call the...

You're the bad boy. Okay? You're the outsider.

You're supposed to be leading me into temptation, not homeroom.

- It's just the first day of school, man.
- Yeah, exactly.

An entire day of just Ashton Kutchers, knuckle-knocking and going on and on about summer.

Their summer, not my... The season, not the person.

- At this point, how would I even know?
- What, you haven't called her yet?

Um, before you read this, remind me to explain the difference to you between Plastic Man and Elongated Man.

- So that's a no, then.
- When would I have had the time to call her?

I just got back into town. I have three months of back issues to bag and board

and on top of that now, apparently I don't know, I have to go to school.

- You could have called her from Portland.
- I did call her from Portland.

Every day. And I got her voicemail until she finally picked up and said

if I ever call her again, her father will have me killed.

So Summer has no idea you're back.

Killed, Ryan, as in dead.

That was months ago. She's probably moved on by now.

I'm sorry. "Moved on"?

Gotten over it?

Gotten over it? Why?

Because I just... I meant nothing to her?

I'm going to brood silently. Over here.

- No, she's going to have me killed.
- She's not going to have you killed.

Fine, then maybe you're right. She will ignore me, which would be worse.

So, Summer's been ignoring you for years. You can take it.

Yeah, but that was before I knew what it was like to not be ignored.

Why should I have to go back to that? Why?

Because you left for three months without telling her?

- So you're saying it's my fault?
- You are kind of the one who left.

- Yeah, because of you.
- Oh, so it's my fault?

Do you think she'll buy that?

- Seth, just talk to her.
- And say what, exactly?

I don't know. "I'm sorry," maybe?

Really? I'm sorry.

Is that what you said to Marissa?

No, but I'm going to.

Oh. Oh, oh, okay, then.

So it turns out, what do you know? I'm not the only coward in the room.

No, I'm just going to see her at school. I know that.

Really? She's going to walk up to you in front of the entire student body and be all, "Hey... "

And just hope she "heys" you back?

Yeah, we're not going to school.

Okay, man, listen. Whatever happens today at school,

the important thing is the Ryan-Seth team's back in action, okay?

Together there's nothing we can't face.

I'm moving to Portland.

- Good morning, men.
- Hey.

- Sleep well?
- No.

- Ready for your first day of school?
- No.

- There's bagels.
- There's coffee.

- Love some, thanks.
- And then there's Archie.

Yeah. Will you explain to me this whole remodeling thing again?

Your mother got bored this summer.

Your father was complaining that he didn't have a place for his surfing memorabilia.

Oh, so it is my fault.

- We'll be out of the kitchen by dinner.
- How about the rest of the house?

- Is that the phone?
- Sandy?

- Honey, I'm mid-shmear.
- I am late for work.

Well, if I could find it, maybe I'd answer it.

Hello?

Hello?

- Well, they hung up.
- I hate it when they do that.

I called the school so you're registered. You just have to go by the office and fill out some paperwork.

Your father's going to go with you in case there's any problems.

All right.

I thought you were going to take him?

- I have a meeting.
- I have a meeting.

If it's too much trouble, maybe we should stay home.

I have to go.

- Hello?
- I'm really glad that you guys are home.

- Good, maybe you should raise our allowances then.
- He's where?

You don't know?

It's the office.

All right. I'll find him. Thank you.

- I have to go.
- I have to go.

You want me to take them?

This is not an auspicious way to start the school year.

- Thanks, Archie.
- Don't worry about it, man. I'm sure nobody saw us.

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

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God! Ryan!

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Oy, wish me luck.
- Yeah.

Summer.

- What are you doing here?
- Uh, I'm back.

I'm back at the Cohens', back at Harbor. I'm back.

But how? I mean, what about Theresa?

It's kind of a long story.

Well, I want to hear it if you want to tell me.

Uh, yeah, sure. Uh, after school?

After school. It's a date.

Summer.

- Are you just not even going to talk to me?
- Nope. Sorry, Cohen.

You know, maybe I'll write you a letter and you can read it over and over,

trying to figure out what the hell I was thinking all summer. Ass.

- Just wait a second.
- I am done waiting for you, Cohen.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet my boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

I can't believe this is happening.

How much are they offering?

Wow.

So when do we have to be there?

I can't. It's too soon.

I still haven't told Jimmy yet.

'Cause I don't want to hurt him.

Hey. There you are, to be sure.

Jimmy's up. I've got to go. I will. I promise. Bye.

- Susie says hi.
- Susie...

- ... calls too early.
- It's almost 9:00.

Whoa. Time for a mimosa.

- Are you trying to get me drunk?
- I am trying to keep you drunk.

Last night was... pretty awesome.

The whole summer's been awesome...

the beach, the yacht, you.

No, you.

You're the one.

Listen, I've got a really good idea, and I want you to...

I want you to really concentrate on it, okay?

We should keep the boat for another month, and we go down to Cabo.

- Jimmy, we can't.
- Why can't we?

Come on. It's not like either of us have jobs that we have to go back to.

Come on. I'll manage my portfolio online,

and, you know, this way the summer never has to end.

You know? Right? Am I right?

- Right.
- Right.

Right. Right.

So, I put this schedule together for you, which you'll probably hate, which is fine.

I'm sure it's okay. Thanks.

I based it on the schedule from last year.

- Nice GPA, by the way.
- Really? Thanks.

So, is there anything missing? Favorite subject, favorite teacher?

Electives? Anything?

Honestly, I'm just happy not to be working construction right now, so...

You know, Ryan, it's not too early to start thinking about colleges.

Uh, thanks, but I can't really afford college, and I'm not about to let the Cohens pay for it.

Ryan, you have great test scores, a solid GPA.

And if you work your ass off when you get out of here, you can do whatever you want.

The question is: what do you want?

How do you mean?

Well, um, what do you like? What are you interested in?

I don't know.

Seriously, I don't know.

Oh. Okay.

I have an assignment for you.

I want you to go to your classes and then write down everything you like about them

and everything you don't like about them, and most importantly, why.

Then I want you to come by here tomorrow and we'll go over it together

and make sure you get what you want.

Miss Fisher, I'm sure this schedule is fine, really.

You'll find out. Let me know.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yep.

Love letter to Marissa?

No, no, it's, uh...

- Did, uh, did Miss Fisher give you an assignment?
- No, she didn't.

But then again, I didn't get a warm, cinematic embrace from anyone when I got to school either.

- Did you guys talk at least?
- Yeah, we sure did.

- Long enough for her to tell me she has a boyfriend.
- Oh, buddy, I'm sorry.

It's all right, man. You know what?

I had a whole life at this school before Summer.

- I'm sure.
- Yeah, one of an outcast, maybe,

but I'll have you know, at one point, I was a vital part of the Harbor club scene.

- There's a Harbor club scene?
- Yeah, sure.

Sailing club, film club, and, wait for it, wait for it...

comic book club. Check it out. Huh?

- Who's this guy?
- That's me with powers.

The power to be handsome. What do you think?

I think this may have something to do with the whole outcast thing.

No, Ryan, it doesn't. Listen, Spider Man 2. Do you know how much money that made at the box office?

We're not outcasts anymore, okay? We're edgy. We're like trailblazers.

- We?
- Listen, Miss Fisher says get involved, right?

Well, I need to get involved on this, get involved, get on board, you, me, comic book club, okay?

And hopefully others. Pass those out. I need you to pass those out. Thank you.

Hey, guys. A comic book league. Check it out.

We're going to be getting into the issues, the stuff that matters, you know what I mean?

Today's topic: "Capes: Fey or kind of cool"?

Ryan, you'd better be passing those out, my man!

Thanks for taking me to get my car.

Anything to get away from Cohen.

Do you want to go get lunch after this?

I should probably get back to school.

Back to Ryan, you mean?

So tell me, is he taking you to the kickoff carnival?

Are you guys going to go for another spin on the Ferris wheel?

He said we'd talk after school.

- About getting back together?
- No, I don't know.

- Would that be so bad?
- No, I mean...

Well, it's just... him and Cohen... they just can't think

they can walk in and out of our lives whenever they want, you know?

Whose truck is that?

That's the yard guy's, and he's blocking my car in the driveway again.

Hey, hey! DJ, you're blocking my car.

Do not honk at DJ. He's hot.

- He's the yard guy.
- Well, he can park his truck in my driveway any time.

I'll see you back at school.

- What are you doing in here?
- I work here.

I have to go.

So go.

Will I still see you today after school?

I can't, I'm sorry. It's just...

It's okay. Don't worry.

I may still be here when you get back.

Hey.

- What are we drinking?
- Sum, wait...

What are you drinking? Did you spike your latte?

- It's been a weird day.
- Marissa, we're at school.

Yeah, exactly.

What is going on with you?

Did something happen with Ryan?

What am I supposed to say to him?

About?

About... DJ.

DJ? Who in the hell is... Oh, my God, the yard guy?

- Yeah, I know.
- Marissa! Since when?

- Since, I don't know, all summer.
- And you didn't tell me?

Summer, I couldn't tell anyone. No one can find out about this.

Okay. But God, that is so hot.

- No, it's not, believe me.
- Really? But he's so ripped.

No, he's great. It's just...

He's the yard guy.

And now Ryan's back and...

- I don't know what to do.
- Well, just explain it to him.

He left. And suddenly there was a hot, hot yard guy in the yard, who is hot.

So you really didn't do anything wrong.

If I didn't do anything wrong, then why do I have to tell him?

Well, if it really is over with DJ, then I guess you don't.

Come on, let's go get you some coffee with actual coffee in it.

Two coffees, please, black.

You're going to lose that hand, Sanford.

Since when is scotch a part of your nutritious brunch?

Since the DA's office finally decided they had enough to indict me.

So what did they finally decide to charge you with?

Bribing certain city officials to obtain building permits.

Oh, that's a new one.

Is there any truth in it?

Please. Why would I need to bribe anyone, hmm?

- Oh, yeah, I own this town.
- Sure you do. You bought it.

All right, I admit that I have done some things that I'm not too proud of,

but I did not do what they are accusing me of.

Well, then they'll have no case.

What they do have, however, are documents:

bank statements showing large sums of money being transferred from the Newport Group

to the City Councilman's office.

Well, how, how is that possible?

I don't know.

Will you help me?

How?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

Hey.

- Yeah, okay, sorry I'm late.
- No, no, you're right on time, buddy.

We're just getting started. Ryan, would you please take the minutes?

- Seth, it's just us.
- Yeah, uh-huh, write that down.

I now call to order this year's first Harbor School Comic Book League meeting.

Members include Seth Cohen... present.

- Ryan Atwood.
- Seth, if it's just...

Ryan Atwood.

Present. Seth, if it's just you and me, can we maybe do this at home?

Yeah, we could, but then we wouldn't get our pictures in the yearbook.

That might not be such a bad thing.

Maybe you couldn't undermine me in front of the league. What about that?

Hey, I'm here for the comic book club.

- You are?
- You are?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

- Um, because you're on the water polo team?
- What's that supposed to mean?

Okay, you want to talk comics, guy, let's talk comics.

- What day of the week do new comic books come out on?
- Wednesday.

- What's Wonder Woman's secret identity?
- She doesn't have one.

- True, which I think is a mistake, by the way.
- I know, me, too.

- Who's your favorite superhero?
- Depends who's writing him, but I'd have to say Superman.

- Superman. This guy, he's too perfect, guy.
- No.

He seems perfect, but he's not.

I mean, if you think about it, he's actually kind of messed up.

I mean, he lost his parents. He lost his whole planet. He's like totally alone.

And this is a guy who could take over the world if he wanted, but he doesn't.

He just keeps helping people. Why would he do that, you know?

Unless he was trying to make a connection.

Trying to, like, find his way home.

- Who's your favorite writer?
- Bendis.

- Well, hot damn, welcome to the club.
- Thanks.

- This is going to be good.
- Today's topics, we have some topics...

The Hulk. He gets bigger.

All his clothes rip off except... his pants. Why is that?

- From now on we'll meet up every Wednesday...
- Yes.

- Hit the comic book store.
- Yes.

- And then we'll hang out.
- That will be awesome.

I'll hit you with those Green Lantern JPEGs, all right?

Yeah, definitely do that.

- Dude, I love that guy.
- Yeah.

Whoa. You're not the only one.

What's going on?

No, she cannot be dating him. That's not even possible.

- How is that possible?
- A second ago you wanted to date him.

Yeah, that's because he's me. You see what she's doing, don't you?

She's basically dating the WASP version of me. It's so stupid.

- What, you think Zach is...
- Yeah, I actually do... Look at him!

He's like, what, the conventionally attractive, you know,

athletic, confident, just, completely non-neurotic,

WASP version of me.

So there it is... the haunted mansion.

Damn, I am definitely not in Chino anymore.

- So have you talked to Theresa at all since...
- Since we lost the baby? No.

But we didn't really talk a whole lot while I was there, either.

So you weren't really a couple? I mean, you never...

No, no, uh, it wasn't really like that... at all.

So uh, what about you? You... dating anybody?

Uh, no. I'm not dating anybody.

Okay, so if you're not dating anyone,

maybe you would want to go to the kickoff carnival with me tomorrow?

Hmm, well, I don't know. Can we go on the Ferris wheel?

Because my last boyfriend was afraid of heights.

Poor guy, didn't know what he was missing.

Come on, I can't wait for you to see the rest of the house.

And the look on my mom's face when she sees you in it.

- You got a job?
- No, it's not just a job.

It's a whole new career... in fashion.

- Hailey...
- In sales.

Hailey!

- In Japan.
- Oy!

How's Jimmy doing with that?

He's great. He doesn't know.

Hailey.

I tried to tell him, but he just seems so...

happy all the time.

He's making so much money on the market that all he wants to do is drink and sail and go to Cabo.

You poor thing.

- I'm too young for early retirement.
- And you're too old to keep running away.

I'm not running this time.

I have a shot to make a real future out of this. Jimmy just seems kind of...

stuck.

He loves you.

I love him, too.

Then you have to tell him.

- I can walk on my own, you know.
- Yeah, when you're not drunk.

Oh, no, you're all right. You're fine.

- Oh, my God. Cal?
- Oh, I spoke too soon.

What's the matter with him? Is he all right?

Did he have a stroke?

I'm fine.

He, uh, had a bottle of scotch.

- You got him drunk?
- No, I took him to lunch to try to get him sober.

I am not... drunk.

Somebody tell me what's going on.

- Cal.
- I'm going to bed.

The pleasure was all yours, Sanford. Enjoy.

- You may want to sit down.
- You may want to just tell me.

Caleb is going to be indicted.

I don't know when, but the DA's office has been investigating him for...

for a while now.

For how long?

How long have they been investigating him, Sandy?

Since before the wedding?

Son of a bitch.

Well, you know, he didn't want to worry you.

Is he going to jail?

Well, they're accusing him of bribing city officials, and, apparently, they have proof.

- I wish there was something I could do.
- No, you don't.

You despise him, you despise me, and you would love nothing more

than to see us get exactly what we deserve, right?

- No, Julie, no.
- Let me tell you something.

If Caleb's going down, you'd better believe Kirsten's going with him.

So you'd better come up with something, or it won't be just my kids who lose everything.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of my husband.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- How's it going?
- Oh, let me help you with that.

- How was your first day at school?
- Uh... it was all right, actually.

How'd it go with Miss Fisher? Is that your assignment?

- Oh, she told you about that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she called to tell me that she wants us all to sit down and start talking about colleges for you.

- Ryan, that is just fantastic.
- Where the hell are you going?

- You're paying me to work, aren't you?
- I thought I was. I thought I was.

- Ryan! Did you tell her?
- Uh, no, but...

Ryan figured out why there is still no wall in our former family room.

- There's no wall because...
- Because this genius misread the blueprints

and ordered the wrong size steel I-beam, and then was hoping

we wouldn't notice while he bills us for all the time it's going to take to get it right.

- We're doing other things.
- You're drinking our coffee, eating our bagels.

- Taking your kids to school.
- Look, I ordered the right I-beam.

They just delivered the wrong one.

Archie, I get that, but, uh, can I ask you something, man?

If... if you just move the new wall out about ten inches, couldn't you just use the I-beam that you got?

- You an architect, kid?
- No, but I worked a little construction...

- Then don't tell me how to do my job.
- You have no right to talk to him like that.

How come there's still couches in my kitchen? You said you'd be out of here by dinnertime.

- What are you looking for, another free meal?
- You want us gone, we're gone.

Get your little construction worker here to finish the job for you.

- Archie, don't go!
- No, no, no. Thanks for the coffee.

Please!

Sandy, apologize.

I have nothing to apologize to him for. Nothing.

And I am sick to death of putting myself on the line for this family and getting nothing.

Do you want to apologize? Apologize. I'm done.

I'll call Archie and apologize.

No.

You're right. He should have told us about the beams.

I'll call a new contractor in the morning.

I know I wasn't the easiest person to live with this summer.

I was just really upset about the boys being gone...

and I took it out on you.

I'm sorry.

You know...

what I said in there... it wasn't about you.

- Thank God, 'cause you were scary.
- Really? I was scary?

Yeah. I mean, I've never seen you go off on anyone like that, except for my dad, and...

Oh, no. What did he do now?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm just tired.

You missed all the drama.

It's all right. I think I got my quota for the day.

How'd it go with you and Marissa?

She's gonna go to the kick-off carnival with me tomorrow. You want to come with?

Hang out with you and Marissa and Summer and Zach?

Is that really how it's gonna be from now on?

Probably, I don't know.

Well, great. Can never hang out with you again. See ya.

Come on, why not? Doesn't mean we can't all be friends.

Dude, do you really think Summer's going to want to be friends with me, after what I did to her?

Especially now that she has a Zach attack? The guy's like Superman.

He's not Superman.

He's like the thoroughbred, and I'm the monkey with cymbals.

All right, so what are you going to do? You gonna spend a whole year with Captain Oats?

- It's not like I have any choice.
- Of course you do.

Just pick up the phone. Call her. Look, be her friend.

I can't, man. It's too late.

She's not going to want to hear anything I have to say.

Okay.

So, what happened was, Susie and I were roommates in Santa Cruz.

Until we dropped out of college to start our own fashion line.

You had your own fashion line?

No, because we took all my dad's money and moved to Paris and partied until I had to move back.

Oh. Now that is the American dream.

But Susie stayed in Paris.

She got a job at Chanel and just sold her first collection to a company in Japan.

- Well, here's to Susie.
- To Susie...

who asked me to be her sales rep and move to Japan.

More wine?

She asked you to move to Japan?

I know, right?

So...

what did you say?

I said I'd... talk to you about it.

You're asking me to move to Japan?

No.

You've got your kids. You have a whole life here,

and being with you has made me realize that I want all that. I want a job. I want a future.

- I don't want to run away anymore.
- Well, then don't.

- You can have all that here.
- I can't. The money's in Japan.

- So, I'll... I'll back you.
- No. Jimmy, I can't take your money.

It wouldn't be my money. It'd be, it'd be our money.

Marry me.

What?

Look, I've had and lost enough jobs to know that the only thing that's important in this life

are the people in it and I want you... in my life, Hailey.

I want to marry you.

Happy, high vibrations attract happy, high vibrational circumstances.

Yucky, low vibrations attract...

- I'm doing my homework!
- ... yucky low vibrational circumstances.

It's, it's the same principle as...

You know, if I fail Intro to Pre Calc this semester all because of you...

Ryan? Uh...

I'm sorry. I thought you were the evil stepmonster.

She let me in. She seems nice.

Yeah, well, she just switched antidepressants. Give it a day.

- Can I come in?
- Sure... Wait.

- Did Cohen send you?
- No. No, he has no idea I'm here.

- So.
- So.

- You just in the neighborhood?
- No. Uh...

- I owe you an apology.
- It's my fault Seth took off last summer.

Oh, Ryan, stop it. It's so not.

No. If I hadn't left, then you guys would still be together.

That is not true. He would have found some Coheny way to break us up.

He can't help it. He's Cohen.

Come.

Sit.

Okay, um...

Look, I know you have a boyfriend.

What? Whoa. No, who told you that?

- I thought you told Seth that.
- Well, yeah, to torture him.

No, see, Zach and I, we're just hanging out. He is not my boyfriend.

I do not want a boyfriend, okay? I had a boyfriend. He sailed away.

Which was wrong, but...

but he cares about you so much, and if you could, if you could just give him another chance,

then maybe we could all go back to the way that we were?

How?

You guys just left. For three months.

You moved on. I moved on. Marissa moved on.

What?

I mean the way we were wasn't always so great.

You guys had to deal with Marissa's mom, Luke, Oliver, Theresa...

and Cohen and I never should have hooked up.

Look, just trust me on this.

Things are the way they are for a reason. You should go talk to Marissa.

You can't keep calling me, DJ.

You shouldn't even be here right now. We're in the middle of dinner.

Who is he?

He was my boyfriend.

So you're back together now?

- I'm sorry.
- You didn't look sorry when you were kissing him.

- That's not fair.
- Don't talk to me about fair!

- What were you doing with me all summer?
- I know, but he's my boyfriend.

- And I'm the yard guy, right?
- DJ, come on.

You don't think I hear the way you talk about me around your friends?

- We agreed we wouldn't tell anyone.
- Because I'm the yard guy.

Because you could get fired.

You know what? I quit. Have fun explaining that to your mom.

DJ, wait. I'm not like that.

You know I'm not like that.

Please.

Hey. Don't cry.

Please, don't cry.

So I pull in the driveway, and Marissa is full-on making out with some guy I've never seen before.

- What did you do?
- Nothing. I drove off.

I guess you should have called first.

She said she wasn't dating anyone, you know?

Maybe she's not. Maybe, you know, they just hook up for sex.

I'm sorry. I'm just distracted. Listen, man, I cannot believe you talked to Summer for me.

Dude, thank you. That was just above and beyond you.

- Now you just have to help me get her back.
- Seth.

- She said she wants to try again.
- Yeah, as friends.

Ryan, come on. Why would she go through all the trouble of telling you

that Zach is specifically not her boyfriend if she just wanted us to be friends?

Seth, why would she go through all the trouble of telling you she just wants to be friends if she doesn't?

Because she's hurt and she's scared and she's hiding behind walls.

Yeah, and I will bring those walls down with one single grand gesture.

- No. No grand gestures. No.
- Yes, yes, I'm afraid it is time once again for me

to stand on that proverbial coffee cart and declare my love for her.

Maybe I'll do it at the carnival. You know what I'm saying? Maybe it'll be a hot dog stand.

Okay, all right, all right. What do I do about Marissa?

I don't know. I mean, what do you want to do?

You sound like Miss Fisher.

Ahh! Forgot to finish the assignment.

Hey. Yeah, you see where this is going? This is good. Look.

Marissa's distracting you from school again. Summer and I are getting back together.

The thing is, by the end of kick-off carnival, the four of us, we're gonna be exactly the way we were.

Dad, what are you doing here?

- He's having breakfast.
- Julie's not talking to me.

She left me a note to say she's booked herself into the Montage for a $3,000 spa weekend.

But you get the Sandy Cohen lox scramble with rye toast.

So are you here to see Sandy so he can bail you out again?

No, I'm not dragging Sandy into anything.

Before he put these eggs in front of me, he was the closest thing I have to a friend in this town.

I came to apologize, Kiki.

And to ask you to remember that whatever happens in that courtroom,

I did what I did for this family.

I should go.

- Where to?
- Probably interviewing lawyers all day.

Then I imagine I'll be at home tonight shredding documents.

Oh, don't do that.

Have dinner with us instead. I won't cook. I promise.

Although if Kirsten's mad enough at you... she might.

I don't want to be any trouble.

We'll order in.

So, so the thing is, I'm not really a writer at all.

Words are kind of not my thing.

Obviously. Uh... So maybe if I had some more time...

What is this?

What I was doing when I should have been doing what you asked me to do?

Yeah, but, uh, what is it?

It's, uh, the Cohens' new family room.

Uh, actually, that's... that's what it should have looked like,

but the contractor kind of didn't know what he was doing.

Could I see your schedule, please?

Yeah.

Because we're going to need to get you into some advanced math and science classes.

- Some calculus, physics...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh... why?

You'll need them if you want to become an architect.

Isn't that what you want?

- Hey.
- You taking off?

Yeah, Dad's coming over for dinner tonight.

I left a message on Hailey's cell, inviting you guys, but I never heard back.

That's 'cause she's probably halfway to Japan by now.

- Did she at least tell you or...?
- Yeah. No, she told me. Yeah.

I just didn't listen. I asked her to marry me instead.

Oh, Jimmy.

No, it's good. It's good, it's... It's, you know, I'm happy for her.

It's, you know, it's what she always wanted, so.

- What do you want?
- I don't know.

I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Hailey.

- It was... it was fun.
- I'm sure.

Living on a yacht, drinking all day, sailing off to Cabo.

How come when you say it, it sounds bad?

Listen to me.

You can do whatever you want with your life, but you're not going to waste it.

Won't let you.

Hailey's made her move.

What's yours?

- We could just not go.
- We can't not go; we're here.

Look at them. Oblivious, having fun.

To them it's all funnel cakes and fried Snickers... just a chance to mingle it up

with the carney folk and win a really awesome stuffed sock monkey.

But for us?

But for us, kickoff carnival usually determines the course of our romantic lives for the entire year.

- No pressure.
- No, we did good last year. We did okay.

You kissed Marissa on the Ferris wheel, Summer threw up on my shoes.

I think I know how she felt.

I'm going to go find a hot dog stand to climb. Good luck.

- I was going to tell you.
- No, you weren't.

- I asked you point-blank, and you lied.
- I didn't lie.

- Marissa...
- What was I supposed to do?

Wait for you? You weren't coming back.

I wanted you to tell me the truth.

His name is DJ. He works for my parents, so we had to keep it a secret from everyone.

We're not seeing each other anymore.

After last night when he found out about me, right?

Look, I'm sorry. For right now, we should...

we should just be friends.

Friends?

Ryan, we're not friends. We were never just friends.

I guess that solves the problem, then.

See ya.

So what'll it be? Funnel cake or fried Snickers?

- Uh, bottled water.
- What?

You can't come to a carnival and just have bottled water.

No, I meant with the funnel cake and the Snickers.

What?

Cohen... what are you doing?

Nothing. Why?

Well, it looks like you're humping the hot dog stand.

No, actually, Summer, I'm not even humping anything.

You know how I love to stand on countertops in public places.

- You know, hot dog stands, coffee carts.
- Oh, no.

- Because Summer Roberts...
- Cohen, do not!

- I love you!
- What?

Hi, Zach. How's it going?

Zach, don't listen to him. He's crazy. He reads comic books.

- I know. So do I.
- You do?

Zach, listen. I really hope that this doesn't affect the league.

It's just that Summer and I sort of have a history.

- But no future! We are leaving.
- Wait. Hang on a second. Just hear me out for a second.

- Cohen, back off. I mean it.
- Fine, just hear me out for, like, one second.

Seth, she said back off. Please?

- You all right?
- No, but I have not yet begun to fight, Ryan,

or grovel, should it come to that.

Oh, my God. Cohen?!

- Oh, my God! Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- God!
- Ow!

What the hell do you think you're doing! This isn't a game, Cohen! You could've gotten hurt!

Good thing I didn't.

What do you want from me, Cohen?

I just want you.

No, you don't.

You had me.

You had me at Chrismukkah in a frigging Wonder Woman costume, and you chose Anna.

You had me three months ago, and you left.

- I want to make that up to you.
- It has nothing to do with me.

It is about you, and it is always about you,

what you need and what you want, you know?

It seems that you only want me when you can't have me.

You like the chase, and that's all.

So you know what? You can have it.

I'm going home.

All right, man, let's go home.

Hey, guys. You're home early.

Um, you hungry? There's some moo shoo left.

- You want some?
- Grandpa, you eating on the floor?

Yes, it has come to this.

Unfortunately, the family room is still stuck inside the kitchen.

- How was school?
- It was really good. I'm never going back.

- Ah, just what a father likes to hear.
- Yeah. Ryan broke up with Marissa again.

- Oh, Summer broke up with Seth again.
- Zach will never talk to us again.

- Who?
- New guy.

- I'll get it.
- But on the plus side, you know,

Ryan... he's taking AP physics; he's taking AP math; and this moo shoo looks delicious.

- It's really good.
- Caleb Nichol?

Sir, you're under arrest.

Gentlemen...

- What took you so long?
- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney and to have that attorney present during questioning.

What's going on?

- Your father will explain it.
- Dad, I'm so sorry.

You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.

- Do you understand these rights?
- Yeah.

Put your hands behind your head.

Don't say anything. I'll follow you to the station. I'm his lawyer.

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