When the scene opens up, Kirsten is sitting at the pier on a bench just staring out at the ocean. She has been crying, and although she is not making a sound, tears silently flow down her cheeks. She is startled when someone approaches her and puts a hand on her shoulder. Believing it is Sandy, she puts her hand on his and turns around to face him.)
Kirsten: Sandy, how did you find me? (She sees who is actually holding her hand and is shocked for a few minutes but removes her hand.)
Jimmy: Can I sit down? I promise, I've learned my lesson. (He holds up his bandaged hand.) Violence does not solve anything. I'd just like to talk, like two rational adults who, at one point in their lives, actually meant a great deal to each other.
Kirsten: Sure, Jimmy, sit down. So, how did that happen? (She indicates his hand.)
Jimmy: That night when I ruined your family dinner, I ended up here, at the pier, and I punched a light pole after throwing my cell phone into the ocean. By the way, do you scuba dive, because I'd love for someone to find it. I think it's on roam. (He laughs trying to lighten the mood, but Kirsten does not buy the forced joviality and remains serious.)
Kirsten: Why did you do that?
Jimmy: I was mad and frustrated. Plus, I'd just gotten into a fight over Marissa with Caitlyn. She was trying to convince me to just let her go, that she'd come home to us when she was ready.
Kirsten: But you wouldn't listen to her?
Jimmy: No. So, I tried calling Marissa's phone, and I got a recorded message saying that the number was no longer in service.
Kirsten: You have a very intelligent daughter, Jimmy. Do you actually think that she'd forget to have her cell phone number changed?
Jimmy: No, I guess I was just hoping….but that's enough about me, what's wrong with you? Those aren't tears of joy out of seeing me, that's for sure.
Kirsten: It's jus that something happened…we got bad news this morning.
Jimmy: It's not about Marissa is it?
Kirsten: What? No, Jimmy, no, and trust me, if something serious happened with Marissa, Sandy and I would tell you. It's Seth and Summer. They lost a baby last night.
Jimmy: Oh, Kirsten, I'm so sorry, but I didn't know they were expecting.
Kirsten: They didn't either, but it's serious. She had an ectopic pregnancy, and it ruptured. They had to remove….it, and who knows if she'll be able to have kids now. Sometimes these things cause severe fertility problems.
Jimmy: I'm sure everything will work out. You can't automatically go to the worst possible scenario. I'm surprised though, this isn't the Kirsten I remember.
Kirsten: Jimmy, I've been married to Sandy now for 24 years, who just happens to be Jewish; he always anticipates the worst. (He laughs as does she, but it is just a laugh to lighten the mood and neither are actually enjoying themselves.)
Jimmy: So this has you pretty upset then, I take it.
Kirsten: Of course I feel bad for them and I'm worried about their future, but there's more to it than what meets the eye.
Jimmy: Go on.
Kirsten: It just brings up some issues for me, things I really don't want to think about but can't ignore right now.
Jimmy: Tell me about them.
Kirsten: I couldn't.
Jimmy: Sure you could. It's not like I have anything important to do today. My daughter is mad at me…
Kirsten: Caitlyn?
Jimmy: Yeah, and I can't even comprehend what Marissa is going through right now. I have no job; I have no friends in this town, no real hobbies, so I have the afternoon free. Besides, compared to me, how bad could it be? (He laughs in a very self-deprecating way.)
Kirsten: I guess if there is anyone I should talk to this about, it should be you.
Jimmy: What?
Kirsten: I'll get there, be patient.
Jimmy: Okay. So, tell Jimmy what's bothering you. (He crosses him legs and turns to her acting like a therapist. She can't help but laugh at him.) No, none of that, out with it.
Kirsten: It's just I'm getting older, the boys are grown and will be starting families on their own and they really don't need me anymore…
Jimmy: They'll always need you Kirsten.
Kirsten: That's what Sandy said.
Jimmy: Good. You should be talking to him about this.
Kirsten: And I just feel that my time is running out.
Jimmy: Are you sick?
Kirsten: No, no, that's not it. I just won't be able to have any more children soon.
Jimmy: Do you want more kids?
Kirsten: I don't think so; I just like having the option.
Jimmy: And soon that will be gone?
Kirsten: Yeah, and I guess it just scares me. I mean, what if Sandy someday decides he wants another child and I can't give it to him.
Jimmy: I don't really know Sandy, but from what I've seen of you two together, you are his world. He loves you, and nothing will make him not love you.
Kirsten: I know all of this, I just…
Jimmy: You need reassured?
Kirsten: I guess. (She says this dejectedly, and he realizes that there is more to the story.)
Jimmy: What aren't you telling me?
Kirsten: This isn't the only issue that Summer's miscarriage has brought up for me. (She starts to cry again.)
Jimmy: Oh my gosh, Kirsten, I'm so sorry. I didn't know…when?
Kirsten: What?
Jimmy: When did you and Sandy have a miscarriage? Was it recent? (He pauses for a moment and considers what he is asking her.) What am I doing; I shouldn't be asking you this.
Kirsten: Jimmy, it's okay, we never had a miscarriage.
Jimmy: But I thought….
Kirsten: I was talking about my abortion.
Jimmy: Oh. (She stands up.)
Kirsten: Can we walk while we talk? (He stands up with her and they begin to walk along the pier.) We never really talked about this then.
Jimmy: At that point, what was there to talk about? We both knew it was the right decision for us.
Kirsten: Yeah, but I still think about what would have happened, and now I've met Marissa, and I see what a beautiful, intelligent woman she is, and I can't help but think every time I hear her voice or catch a glimpse of her, that she could be my daughter.
Jimmy: But it doesn't work that way Kirsten.
Kirsten: I know….but, do you ever think about what would have happened if we'd kept the baby?
Jimmy: Occasionally, but chances are I wouldn't have survived. I think your father would have killed me.
Kirsten: Sandy survived my Dad.
Jimmy: Yeah, but you guys were married.
Kirsten: Much to his chagrin. (She laughs quietly.)
Jimmy: Look, Kirsten, sure, we could have kept the baby and tried to make things work between us, but we both know that you wouldn't have been happy. I wasn't the right guy for you, Sandy was. And look at us now. Would you change your life?
Kirsten: No.
Jimmy: Me either. (She looks at him quizzically.) Sure, I regret marrying Julie to an extent, but I don't regret what I got out of that marriage, my girls. And if we would have kept that baby, you wouldn't have Seth, or Ryan, or Zoe, and can you imagine your life without them?
Kirsten: No.
Jimmy: The one thing I've learned through everything that has happened to me over the years is that everything happens for a reason.
Kirsten: Well, don't you think maybe you should apply that very wise philosophy to your current situation with Marissa?
Jimmy: How about this? I'll make you deal. If you come with me and get a coffee, tell me all about her, what's been going on in her life these past few weeks, I'll consider what you've been trying to convince me of since your anniversary party…which I sorta ruined, didn't I?
Kirsten: It wasn't ruined; you just spiced things up a bit. Every Newport Beach party needs at least one fight or confrontation. But you have yourself a deal….if you treat?
Jimmy: How can I pass up an offer like that? (Kirsten laughs. As they approach the diner, Jimmy holds the door open for her and they go in together. Meanwhile, back at the hospital, the nurse has made Dr. Roberts go and wait in the hall while she makes Summer comfortable once again. Seth remained inside, and as she leaves, Summer asks for him.)
Summer: Seth, I want you to go get my Dad and ask him to come in here?
Seth: Are you sure?
Summer: Yeah. Oh, and Cohen, you need to be in here, too.
Seth: But…
Summer: It is time we settled this between you two, because he's Dad, that's never going to change, and I love you, we're getting married, and that's not going to change. (Seth smiles after she says that.) You two need to finally make peace, because I'm not going to live like this forever.
Seth: Summer, I've always wanted your Dad to like me; I've always tried hard to impress him…
Summer: A little too hard, Cohen.
Seth: Granted, you're right, but you'd think he'd at least acknowledge my efforts.
Summer: He's going to…now. (Seth slowly walks out of the room, and as he approaches the door, he looks back once more at Summer with a pleading, puppy dog look, begging for her to relieve him of his duties which just makes her laugh.) Oh, and don't show any weakness, remain strong, and don't act like you're afraid of him. Channel the Cohen from a few minutes who was ready to kill to protect me, just don't attack him.
Seth: Right, so I should just act like Ryan every time he has to talk to my Grandpa?
Summer: Exactly. (Seth opens the door and leaves; Summer laughs. After a moment, Seth returns with Dr. Roberts following. He, by the look on his face, is obviously still angry but is attempting to hold his emotions in.) Dad, why don't you sit down; we need to talk.
Dr. Roberts: Yes, we do, but in private. (He looks at Seth and expects him to leave. Seth looks at Summer awaiting instructions.)
Summer: No, Cohen stays. Dad, take the chair, Cohen come over here and sit with me. (Both men listen to the woman who controls their lives.) Now, I don't know how you found out I was here, Dad, and that really doesn't matter right now; what matters is that we negotiate a peace between you two. I can't handle this, my father and my fiancée fighting.
Dr. Roberts: Excuse me; did you just say your fiancée?
Summer: Yes, I did, and we were planning on telling you, but (She looks at Seth.)
Seth: We knew how you'd react. It's no secret you don't like or approve of me.
Dr. Roberts: You're dmn right I don't!
Summer: Well, there's nothing you can do about, so you need to get over this insane and unfair grudge you hold against Cohen and accept him as a part of my life. I love him more than anything else in this world, and I have now for a long time.
Dr. Roberts: Please, you're 21, what do you know about love?
Summer: (What her father has just said to her hurt, but she does not let him see that.) Dad, we've been together now for five years, and in that time, we've been through a lot together, more than many couples who've been together their whole lives, and now, after this…
Dr. Roberts: You mean after he knocked you up!
Summer: Stop it! Do not belittle this situation! It was not like that. He did not knock me up.
Dr. Roberts: Oh, this was planned?
Seth: No, of course not. We may be in love, and we may be engaged, but we know better than that. I'm still in school, Summer's just starting this new job, and we still live with my brother and his girlfriend. This was not planned, but if we wouldn't have lost the baby, I would have loved this child unconditionally, because it was a part of Summer, and we made it out of love for each other. You may not like me Dr. Roberts, you may not respect me, but I love your daughter, I always have and I always will, and there is nothing you can do to me or say to me to make me walk away from her.
Summer: And someday, who knows when, (She looks at Seth.) we're going to have a family one way or another, and I would really like you to be a part of that family, but if you cannot accept Seth as a part of my life, then I won't be able to accept you as a part of mine.
Seth: Summer?
Summer: No, let me finish. If it comes down to it and you make me choose, Daddy, I will always choose Seth over you, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. (She takes Seth's hand in hers and squeezes it tight.)
Dr. Roberts: So, I either give in or loose you? (The room is silent as he contemplates the ultimatum his daughter has given him.) Are you sure there is nothing I can buy you to change your mind? (Summer laughs.)
Summer: Not this time, Dad. (He laughs, which makes Seth feel more comfortable.)
Dr. Roberts: I need to make two things clear first. Number one, this is not going to be easy for me. I never imagined my daughter would ever marry you, let alone be the mother of your children, so it will take me a while to get used to the idea.
Seth: I can understand that. (He looks at Summer.) I still can't believe she's agreed to marry me.
Dr. Roberts: So then we both agree that she's too good for you?
Summer: Dad!
Seth: (He turns away from Summer and looks at Dr. Roberts.) I've always known that.
Dr. Roberts: Well, I guess that gives us our first piece of common ground. (He moves over and shakes Seth's hand, but as he does so, he issues his warning.) Oh, and Seth, the second thing I have to tell you is that if you hurt her…ever…I will kill you.
Seth: And I believe you, sir, but don't worry, I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen.
Summer: (She says this very hopefully.) So, friends? (Dr. Roberts looks at her like she has gone insane, which Seth notices.)
Seth: I think we better start with acquaintances first, Summer. Maybe we can become friends someday.
Summer: Well at least it's a start.
Seth: Why don't you stay in town for a couple of days, Dr. Roberts? You could spend some time with Summer, we could show you around, she can tell you about her new job, and maybe you could get to know me a little better, I mean, if that's okay with you?
Summer: Yeah, Dad, stay. We don't have room at the apartment unless you would want to sleep on the couch, but there are lots of nice hotels around here?
Dr. Roberts: Really?
Seth: I insist…if that's okay with you? (Summer and her father both laugh at Seth who is trying so hard not to say the wrong thing or to offend him.)
Dr. Roberts: Alright, I think I will. If you two will excuse me, I'm going to go check into a hotel and settle in, but I'll be back tonight to check on you, and when I do come back, I want to talk to your doctor, learn everything I can about your case so that I can find you the best specialist my money can buy.
Seth: (He says this under his breath, but Summer and Dr. Roberts both hear him.) And we all know how much that is! (Summer pinches his hand which is still in hers.)
Summer: Cohen!
Dr. Roberts: (He actually laughs at Seth.) Yes, we all do know how much money I have, so we also all know how easy it would be for me to make you disappear. (He says this in a serious nature, but it is obvious he is joking. It takes Seth a moment before he catches on.)
Seth: Sorry, sir….but, oh Dr. Roberts, you got me. Hahahaha, that was a funny one. (He turns his back to him and faces Summer and mouths: So not funny! Dr. Roberts laughs as he walks out the door. Before he opens it, he turns around and speaks once again.)
Dr. Roberts: Thanks again for the invitation to stay, and Seth….
Seth: (He turns around and looks at him.) Yes, sir?
Dr. Roberts: Take care of her while I'm gone.
Seth: You have my word. (Dr. Roberts laughs again. As he opens the door and leaves, he says something under his breath that Seth and Summer do not hear.)
Dr. Roberts: This could be fun, torturing him. (He laughs again and disappears down the hall. Back at the diner, Jimmy and Kirsten have just finished their coffee and have paid. As they walk out the door, they both head to the parking lot and continue their conversation.)
Jimmy: So she's really happy?
Kirsten: Granted, I haven't known her as long as you, (She laughs softly.) but I can still tell when a woman is happy. The last time I saw her, she was glowing, and it was the day after the infamous party. We all thought she would be depressed or that she even might run away, but Ryan somehow convinced her to stay, and when those two are together, well, let's just say you can see the love radiating out of them.
Jimmy: So my little girl is in love with your son. Who would have guessed that would ever happen?
Kirsten: It is a small world, isn't it?
Jimmy: And Ryan, I take it he's happy then as well?
Kirsten: Happier than I've ever seen him before. It's like those two are perfect for each other.
Jimmy: How did they meet, because according to my parents, they were dating soon after Marissa arrived in town?
Kirsten: I really don't know that. Ryan went out for some peace and quiet… (Jimmy looks at her questioningly.) Seth can be a real talker, and the next thing we know he shows up back at the house with dinner and Marissa. He'd never brought a girl home before, so we were all thrilled, and then when we started getting to know Marissa, she immediately fit into the family. Summer took to her like a Newpsies to a black Am-Ex card, Seth, my Seth, actually had things in common with her, and Zoe just adored her. We invited her to stay with us through the holidays, and since then, we've all decided that she's not allowed to ever leave the family.
Jimmy: And how does she like school out here?
Kirsten: She had a rough first day, but things have picked up since then considerably.
Jimmy: What happened?
Kirsten: It's actually quite funny. She forgot to change her alarm clock to west coast time, so they got up three hours late and missed their first day of classes. Most of their professors were understanding, but one did give her some flack about it. I'm just glad Ryan didn't hit him.
Jimmy: Excuse me? Is Ryan violent?
Kirsten: Oh, that came out wrong. No, Ryan is not violent, he's just overly protective of anyone he loves, and he loves Marissa. He's the type of guy who would do anything to protect her, so the professor probably made him mad.
Jimmy: Okay, so tell me about this job.
Kirsten: She's actually working for FOX.
Jimmy: As in the television studio?
Kirsten: Yeah. She got a paid internship with them, a very good one at that, and it looks like if they like her, they'll hire her after she graduates.
Jimmy: Wow, I can't believe all this has happened in such a short amount of time. This is what she always wanted. I guess California suits her well, then?
Kirsten: I don't know about California, but we seem to suit her well. Jimmy, honestly, she's doing great. You have a wonderful daughter, but you need to let her find herself, without you. We know that she had a rough childhood, and I'm not judging you, but she needs this time to be free from any burden or pressure or stress. She has been through so much and has taken care of too many people for too long, she needs to a have a little fun. Someday, she'll come back to you and Caitlyn, and it might be next month or next year or five years from now, but she loves you.
Jimmy: How do you know?
Kirsten: Because she told us.
Jimmy: If I agree to this, would you do me a favor?
Kirsten: Sure, what is it?
Jimmy: Actually, there are two things.
Kirsten: Okay….
Jimmy: First I need you to tell Marissa that I'm sorry, that I love her, and that I'll leave her alone, I'll respect her wishes and let her live her life the way she wants.
Kirsten: Thank you.
Jimmy: But, that's not all. I need you to finally forgive yourself for the abortion all those years ago. You did the right thing, Kirsten, honestly, and I think, deep down, you know that, too. It might not be a bad idea to talk to someone about it.
Kirsten: Like who?
Jimmy: What about Sandy? Does he know?
Kirsten: I never told him.
Jimmy: Well then, I think you've found your man. Talk to Sandy. It might be weird for him at first and hard for him to accept, but he will, and you need to talk to him about this.
Kirsten: Maybe you're right.
Jimmy: I am, and besides, if you don't promise me that you'll do this, then I'll keep searching for Marissa.
Kirsten: So, I'm being blackmailed?
Jimmy: Yeah, I guess you are. I've only been back in this town a few weeks after being gone for more than twenty years, and I'm already blackmailing someone, and they say you can't go home! (Kirsten laughs along with Jimmy.)
Kirsten: Alright, I promise.
Jimmy: Good.
Kirsten: This has been nice, hanging out with my old friend. We should do it again.
Jimmy: Yes, but under better circumstances, when I don't have a broken hand (He holds it up in its cast.) and when you haven't just received bad news.
Kirsten: And I'll bring Sandy along. You two haven't exactly set off on the right foot, but we can fix that.
Jimmy: (He laughs.) I'm sure he'll be looking forward to that!
Kirsten: You leave Sandy to me; I am known to be pretty persuasive.
Jimmy: Oh, so basically he's whipped?
Kirsten: (She laughs now.) Well, according to Sandy, yes, but according to me, not even close! (They reach her car.) This is me.
Jimmy: And I'm right over there. (He points to one of his parents' cars, and Kirsten looks surprised.) Oh, it's not mine, it's my parents. Trust me; I don't have money like that! Actually, I don't have any money.
Kirsten: I've heard. Julie drank it all away, Marissa told us.
Jimmy: That's what we thought, but it turns out, she was secretly hiding it away until she amassed enough to run away.
Kirsten: To Newport Beach to date my father.
Jimmy: Yeah, sorry about that. I can't believe he didn't dump her.
Kirsten: Oh, don't worry about it; she's not your problem anymore.
Jimmy: See, there are such things as miracles. Maybe your son and his fiancée will get theirs. (Kirsten laughs.)
Kirsten: I take it then that you two are getting divorced?
Jimmy: Yes and hopefully soon.
Kirsten: I know this isn't the customary response to divorce, but it seems appropriate: congratulations. (They both laugh.)
Jimmy: Thanks!
Kirsten: There's our reason.
Jimmy: Excuse me?
Kirsten: That can be our reason to go out. Sandy and I will treat you to a celebratory dinner to commemorate you being a free man once again, and you never know, we just bring along another of our single, female friends.
Jimmy: That's okay. I don't think I'm ready to date yet.
Kirsten: I'll be the judge of that, but I have to go. Thanks for today, Jimmy.
Jimmy: And thank you…for giving me another chance.
Kirsten: Hey, what are old best friends, high school sweet hearts for? I'll call you about that dinner. (She opens her car door.) See you around. (She gets in, turns on the engine, and pulls away. Jimmy waves to her as she leaves.)
Jimmy: (Smiling.) Yeah, see you around. (He walks to his parents' car, unlocks it, gets in, and drives off as well. Back in the hospital, Seth has found the bag and basket that Marissa and Ryan brought with them, but there is still no sign of the couple themselves. Seth and Summer are sitting in her bed watching The Valley. Captain Oats and Princess Sparkle have been set up on the nightstand, and Seth is devouring the food, practically eating a whole muffin in each bite. They are both content. All of a sudden, there is a knock on the door and Seth is startled which makes Summer laugh.)
Summer: (Between laughs.) Come in. (Ryan and Marissa enter. They look suspicious because their clothes are rumpled, their hair is out of place, and they are both smiling like they've been up to no good.) Don't mind Cohen, you two just scared him. (Seth laughs nervously.)
Seth: They did not. (Everyone laughs, so he decides to change the subject.) These muffins are to die for Marissa. You have to make them every morning from now on!
Marissa: Thanks, but we'll see about that.
Ryan: So I take it you found your stuff? Seth's eating, the horses are on full display, and Summer's watching The Valley. Looks like things are back to normal around here.
Seth: Yeah, I found the stuff, but where were you two? I looked everywhere for you, the gift shop, the waiting room, the cafeteria, outside. I saw the car, so I know you were here, but I don't know where. (Ryan and Marissa look at each other before turning back to Seth and Summer.)
Ryan: We were around.
Marissa: Yeah, walking the halls. We probably just missed each other.
Seth: That would make sense, except for the fact that I had you paged like ten times. (Ryan and Marissa look at each other again. Ryan keeps a straight face, but Marissa starts to laugh quietly but tries to hide it.)
Marissa: (Ryan sits down in the chair.) We were listening to Ryan's ipod. (Marissa sits down on his lap. Seth believes her but Summer doesn't.)
Seth: Oh, hey man, can I borrow that and keep it here when you guys go home?
Summer: Can it, Cohen!
Seth: Woman, what did I do now?
Summer: Nothing, but there is no ipod, is there Chino?
Seth: Of course Ryan has an ipod; we've seen him use it thousands of times…normally to block me out when I'm trying to talk to him, which I must say is very rude.
Summer: Yeah, but those two were not listening to it. Look at the evidence. Exhibit one, their appearance. Walking down the halls and listening to music does not do that to your clothes, your hair, or your complexion.
Seth: (He begins to realize what Summer is doing and decides to play along. Meanwhile, Ryan is not paying any attention to them. He is playing with Marissa's back, slowly working his way up under her shirt and around to her stomach and rubbing it as well. Marissa tries to ignore him and keep a straight face, but she can't and occasionally she lets a smile grace her face, which does not escape Summer's eagle eye.) That is a good point Summer my love.
Summer: Exhibit number two, these two have been exchanging secret glances trying to communicate in code ever since they walked into this room. (Marissa and Ryan look at each other again.) Aw-hah, that's it; that's the exact look!
Marissa: Really, Summer, we have no idea what your talking about. Like we said we were walking the halls listening to music.
Summer: That is yet to be determined. Exhibit number three, you giggled a little while ago, and I distinctly remember hearing that giggle during a past conversation we had about this very topic. (Marissa laughs out loud and turns to Ryan.)
Marissa: Quit that, it tickles. (She whispers this, but both Summer and Seth hear her and Ryan's response.)
Ryan: And how are you going to make me? (She leans in and begins to kiss him. Seth and Summer remain quiet for a moment, but then Summer can't handle it any longer.)
Summer: And exhibit number four is that you two are about to give us a replay, kiss by kiss, grope by grope, moan by moan.
Seth: Ew, Summer, way too graphic.
Summer: Look at them! If you don't stop this soon, Cohen, they're going to go at it right in front of us. (Marissa hears this and pulls away from Ryan and turns around to face Summer and Seth.)
Marissa: We're not going to do any such thing.
Ryan: (Laughing.) Yeah, I'm not that adventurous.
Summer: So then, you admit it, you two were having sex earlier…here? Ryan and Marissa just look at each other and then back to the Seth and Summer.)
Ryan: So, how are you feeling?
Summer: Oh I don't think so, Chino! Changing the subject to him might work with Cohen but it will not work with me! Where did you two?
Seth: Please don't say in the car.
Marissa: We're not exhibitionist.
Seth: Whew, because I have to drive and ride in that, too, you know.
Ryan: Always thinking about yourself Seth.
Seth: Ugh, yeah. Did you expect anything else?
Summer: Out with it Coop.
Marissa: So how was your day? We talked you to your parents, Seth, so you don't have to worry about calling them. Everything's fine at the apartment. We checked the machine, cleaned up a bit, I made the muffins that Seth ate so quickly and disgustingly, and then we came back here. You two were sleeping, and we were fighting, but that's okay, we settled it.
Summer: Yeah, by having make-up sex.
Marissa: Did you have any guests this morning?
Seth: Her Dad stopped by and tried to kill me.
Summer: Shut up Cohen, I'm not done with these two yet. Where did you two do it? (Ryan and Marissa look at each other.)
Ryan: She's not going to give up until she knows.
Marissa: And she is in the hospital, so we probably shouldn't add to her stress level.
Summer: Exactly, humor me, I'm wearing hospital pajamas and these sheets are definitely not high thread count.
Ryan: Alright, tell her.
Marissa: Are you sure?
Summer: Yes, yes, yes, he's sure, tell me!
Marissa: In a hospital room down the hall…but we locked the door! (The last part she says in their defense expecting objections and ridicule.)
Seth: Way to go man! (He gets up and walks towards Ryan. When he reaches him, he slaps him on the back a few times.)
Ryan: Thanks, I guess. (He looks confused.) Would you stop hitting me?
Seth: Yeah, sorry, I just got excited.
Summer: (She huffs out of mock indignation and disgust.) That doesn't happen much!
Seth: Summer, please, I thought you'd promise to lay off the sexual teasing. (Ryan and Marissa bust out laughing, but Seth is completely serious. Summer tries to hold her laughter in, but she can't. Eventually Seth starts laughing as well. After a moment, Seth begins to talk again.) So how was it?
Ryan: (Still somewhat laughing.) How was what?
Seth: Oh, that forgettable? (Everyone just looks at him because no one knows what he's talking about. Finally, Summer gets frustrated.)
Summer: Cohen, how many times do I have to tell you that we don't understand your code talk? When you want to ask something, just ask it, don't beat around the bush so much we are completely clueless as to what you mean!
Seth: Fine! I was trying to get Ryan to tell us how the secret sex was. (Everyone starts to complain out of disgust and they all talk at once.)
Ryan: Dude, that is really disgusting. I can't believe you just asked me that!
Summer: Cohen, were you raised by wolves? I can't take you anywhere without you making an ss out of yourself!
Marissa: Seth, that's really creepy and not to mention just plain weird!
Seth: What, curious minds want to know. You can't blame me for being inquisitive. I'm Sandy Cohen's son; it was bred into me.
Ryan: Seth, just stop, you're just digging yourself into an even deeper hole.
Summer: Hey, guess what, Cohen here got into a fight earlier.
Marissa: Seth, with who? Did some old, feeble man suffering from dementia try to steal your J-ello, Summer, so Seth rushed to your rescue?
Seth: Not funny Marissa.
Summer: Actually, my protector here (She pulls Seth to her and holds onto his hand.) came to my rescue and got into a fight with my Dad.
Ryan: You got into a fight with Neil Roberts? I don't see any bruises or blood. (Seth makes a face at Ryan, but Summer talks before he can.)
Summer: Oh, I stopped it before that. My Dad came barreling in here, pushed Seth up against the wall, and they were yelling back and forth. Seth got away, but before anything else could happen, I took care of the situation.
Marissa: What did you do?
Summer: I negotiated a peace between them, and I think it may just be a lasting one, well, as long as Cohen here doesn't do anything wrong.
Ryan: Then it's not going to last.
Seth: Thanks for the confidence.
Ryan: Come on Seth, face it, you always mess things up.
Seth: People change.
Summer: Well, we'll just have to make sure my Dad doesn't find out when he does mess up, won't we. (Seth smiles and kisses her.)
Marissa: Oh hey, I don't think so!
Seth: Consider this payback for your guys' earlier display, or rather displays, of affection.
Summer: Hold it Cohen. We'll get back to this, but first, we have to tell them about my Dad.
Ryan: What about him?
Seth: Oh, we invited him to stay in town for a few days, so he can spend some time with Summer and maybe actually learn to like me finally after five years.
Summer: So, after I get out of here, we probably won't see too much of you guys for a few days, so you'll just have to find someway to keep yourselves occupied. (Ryan and Marissa both smile and look at each other before looking back at Summer.)
Marissa: Oh, I think we can handle that…not that we won't miss you.
Ryan: Well, we'll miss Summer.
Marissa: Exactly.
Summer: Yeah, I bet you will. (Seth's mouth is hanging open and he is about to protest to his name being excluded from the missed list, but Marissa speaks first.)
Marissa: So, speaking of getting out of here, when do you?
Summer: They said I can leave tomorrow evening. I'll be sore for a while but I will at least be able to go home and sleep in my own bed and not this torture chamber. Plus, Cohen will be able to sleep with me again without either of us being uncomfortable.
Ryan: You let him sleep with you in that thing?
Seth: You two just had sex in one!
Ryan: Yeah, but thankfully, I'm not you, and I know how to sleep without flailing like a two year old and giving those around me bruises.
Seth: Okay, but you two weren't sleeping.
Summer: But they were moving around quite a bit. No one got injured?
Marissa: Injured?
Summer: Yeah, Cohen's injured me before.
Seth: (He turns and faces Summer before whispering.) Woman, quit sharing our intimate details.
Summer: Why? It's not like I haven't told people before.
Seth: You did what! Who did you tell! (Summer begins to laugh uncontrollably, Seth gets angry, and Ryan and Marissa stand up and slowly start backing away towards the door.)
Summer: Hey, where do you think you're going?
Ryan: We thought we'd give you two your privacy. It doesn't look like he's going to be placated that easy this time Summer.
Seth: (He is still yelling.) Yeah, well at least tell us your room number so I don't accidentally walk in on you two having sex!
Marissa: You know there is such a thing as knocking, but don't worry, we lock the door. (With that, Ryan and Marissa quickly leave the room laughing. Seth turns back around to continue yelling at Summer but she is laughing as well.)
Seth: Woman, what is so funny?
Summer: The idea of you, Seth Cohen, knocking before entering a room, it's priceless.
Seth: I knock…sometimes, but that's beside the point. Don't you try to change the subject; I need to know who've you told our sex stories to and if there is any danger in my parents ever finding out! (This just makes Summer laugh even harder, which infuriates Seth so much he begins stomping his foot and throwing a fit. The camera pans away and goes black.)
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