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Episode #7: The Sting
At the beginning of this episode, Ryan and Marissa have just finished with their creative writing class. It is 2:30; Ryan is finished with classes and is going to go home after he takes Marissa to the studio to work. They have gathered their bags and are two of the last students out. Before they can leave though, the professor stops them, well, to be exact, he stops Marissa. Initially the room is rather loud as students attempt to leave, but as it thins out, it becomes quiet.
Ryan: So, I'll take you to work now and meet you back then see you back at the apartment around 7:00?
Marissa: Yep, sounds good, and remember, don't let Seth eat too much! I'm making a celebratory dinner when I get home for Summer going back to work and getting a clean bill of health.
Ryan: Hm…what are we making? Could I talk you into making these two separate, private, celebratory dinners instead? Seth and Summer could eat in their room and spend the night doing whatever they want, while you and I could be in our room doing exactly what we both want.
Marissa: (She laughs.) Aren't we just a little ccky? (Ryan laughs as well. This short conversation has been spoken very quietly so know one would pay attention. They have just reached the exit in the front of the room, but the professor stops them.)
Ryan: When it comes to us… (The professor interrupts him.)
Dr. Frasier: Miss Cooper could I please have a word…. (Ryan and Marissa walk towards the professor. Both have confused and slightly curious expressions on their faces.) alone, please. (Ryan realizes that he is not wanted. Marissa turns towards him and kisses his cheek.)
Marissa: See you in a few. (He turns back around and leaves the room but does not shut the door. The professor stands up and shuts the door before returning. He sits on the edge of the table in the front of the room and motions for Marissa to sit in a desk.) Is there something wrong; did you hate my short story?
Dr. Frasier: No, nothing's wrong, and, to be honest, your story was incredible. You have a gift Miss Cooper, a real talent. Do you mind if I call you Marissa; Miss Cooper sounds so formal and I want us to be friends. (She is slightly surprised but agrees anyway.)
Marissa: Alright.
Dr. Frasier: I just wanted to let you know that I've taken a special interest in you Marissa, and that I know you want a job in television after you graduate.
Marissa: Yeah, I do.
Dr. Frasier: Well, I am a very influential man in this town; television executives would listen to me if I recommended you for a job.
Marissa: And I would be grateful.
Dr. Frasier: How grateful? (She is becoming uncomfortable and begins to panic.)
Marissa: I don't know. What are you getting at?
Dr. Frasier: What I am saying, Marissa is that if you help me, I'll help you.
Marissa: (She is angry now and stands up to confront him.) And do I get to know what you want in return for your help? (Her voice has an edge to it and is biting.)
Dr. Frasier: I think you know how attractive you are; I would just like to spend some time with you outside of class.
Marissa: I don't like the direction this conversation is going! (She is angry and her words are powerful, but she is not yelling because she does not want to cause a scene.)
Dr. Frasier: Why not?
Marissa: (She is incredulous.) First of all, this is completely inappropriate. Secondly, I have a boyfriend with whom I am very much in love with.
Dr. Frasier: Mr. Atwood?
Marissa: Yes, and trust me, he would not appreciate this conversation. Plus, I do believe you are married; what would your wife think of these insinuations and dirty offers?
Dr. Frasier: (He stands up and grabs a hold of her arm roughly when he confronts her.) Do not threaten me! (He, too, is now angry.) If you don't do what I want, I can make your life here at this college and that of your boyfriend's very difficult, say non-existent.
Marissa: (She pulls herself free of him and begins to walk away from him.) This conversation is over!
Dr. Frasier: I wouldn't be too sure. If you know what's good for you and Mr. Atwood, you will do what I want, when I want it, where I want it, and as often as I want it. Don't worry; you will be heavily compensated when I get you a job next year after you graduate. You have a week to come to me to make arrangements; otherwise I will ruin you and Ryan. Do you understand me?
Marissa: Understand this! (She walks out the door and slams it. The professor just smiles to himself and laughs softly as he watches her leave.)
Dr. Frasier: You'll be back; they always change their minds. (The scene goes back to Marissa who is met outside the door by Ryan.)
Ryan: So that was weird. What did he want?
Marissa: Um…I'd rather not talk about it now. I'll tell you soon, though, okay, I promise.
Ryan: Tonight, when we're alone?
Marissa: We'll see, maybe. It's not important right now. Let's go; otherwise, I'll never get to come home tonight.
Ryan: And I couldn't handle that; I'd get no sleep. (He smiles and pulls her close to him putting his arm around her and kissing her hair as they walk out the building and towards the parking lot close to the building. The scene ends.)
Credits and Commercial Break
In this scene, there will be three different dinners occurring. The first one is with Seth, Summer, Ryan, and Marissa. They are celebrating Summer's health clearance and that she is about to start work the next day, Friday. Caleb has Kirsten meet with him and Julie to discuss the party she is throwing and he recruits her into helping Julie, claiming it would be for Seth and Summer. They also discuss Julie's new living arrangements, their relationship, and Caleb's intentions to help her start her own business with the party being the springboard for her career. The last dinner takes place at the diner in Newport. It is between Trey and Caitlyn as they get to know each other better. This scene begins at the apartment. Summer, Seth, and Ryan are setting the table, waiting for Marissa to return from work so that they can begin eating the takeout Seth so expertly ordered. It was decided that since Marissa had to work late, they would just order in and not make her cook. She doesn't know this though. While they wait for her, conversation flows.
Seth: So, where is your young, blonde, leggy lady of love, Ryan? (Ryan glares at him while he continues to place plates, cups, and silverware on the table. Summer has just entered in time to hear Seth's comment bringing with her the take out and placing it on the table.)
Summer: Yeah, I thought she'd be here by now. Did she say if she would be late, maybe she had to pick something up?
Ryan: She got to work late so she's probably just putting in her four hours before coming home so that she doesn't have to stay late tomorrow.
Seth: Well, I hope she hurries because I've STARVING! (With this, he collapses into a chair and reaches for the food only to have his hand slapped away from it by Summer.)
Summer: Oh, I don't think so, Cohen; take those self-groping mechanisms away from the food! We're waiting for Coop. (She turns away from Seth but not before she gives him a glare to make sure he wouldn't try to get to the food and begins to speak with Ryan again.) Why was she late? Did you to pull over on the way to the studio for a little quality time? (She raises her eyebrows and elbows Ryan in the side. He is completely bewildered by what Summer is saying, shocked that she would speak like this to him, and blushes out of embarrassment.) Still making up for the lack of interaction last weekend….well, I mean, before you two ran off to the beach all by yourselves leaving me here locked away, recuperating from surgery, I might add, with that dork on a stick? She throws a look to Seth as she playfully insults him.)
Seth: And when did you two become so chummy? I've never heard you talk like this before, well, in all actuality, Summer's talking and Ryan is cringing in embarrassment while he turns the very same shade of red, rouged kisses I think it's called, that Estee Lauder just introduced in their latest ad campaign. I'm his brother and I can barely ever get him to open up about his sex life and here you are grilling away at him, Summer. This is awesome! Let the show continue. I can't wait to see Ryan's next reaction.
Ryan: Dude, Estee Lauder? What the hell are you talking about?
Summer: Cohen, have you been reading my In Style again? (Seth realizes that he said something out loud that he shouldn't have. He puts a shocked looked on his face as he attempts to lie his way out of this.)
Seth: What? Me…read your In Style…without you pestering me into it? No, of course not!
Summer: I do not pester Cohen!
Seth: Ah, yeah, you do.
Summer: (She stomps her foot out of annoyance and looks to Ryan for help, too angry to even say anything.)
Ryan: Fine, if you didn't read Summer's fashion magazines, how did you learn of this new shade of…. (He doesn't know what type of product they're talking about.)
Seth: Lipstick. (Seth slaps his hand over his mouth knowing that he just made his case weaker and theirs stronger.)
Ryan: Perhaps were we kissing someone who wears it? Have you seen any signs of red lipstick on his shirt collars Summer?
Summer: No, and if I ever do catch some on there, his lips will be sliced off his mouth with a rusty, hepatitis invested butcher knife!
Seth: Good thing I mainly wear collarless shirts.
Summer: Oh, you so did not say that! (She starts for Seth, but he stands up and puts his chair between them. She tries to reach around it to slap him but he keeps dodging out of her way and moving it so that she can't get passed it to get to him. Ryan just keeps laughing at them.)
Seth: Fine, woman, fine! I read it in your In Style. Happy?
Summer: (She stops trying to slap him but is still angry. Her hands go to her hips and she confronts him once again.) And why may I ask were you reading my In Style? I thought I made it perfectly clear the last time you read that Cohen that I didn't want you putting your grubby paws on my magazine again because you were feminine enough for the both of us already.
Seth: I'm sorry, Summer, I just couldn't help myself. You know I love SJP and she was on the cover, so I picked it up to read the article, and then my eyes started wondering over the whole thing and before I knew it, I had read the entire magazine cover to cover, ads included.
Ryan: Yeah, I think we've established that already. (He thinks for a second.) Who's SJP?
Seth: Oh my gosh…you don't know who SJP is! That is just wrong, sacrilegious! Sarah Jessica Parker…Sex in the City….Carrie Bradshaw! (Ryan looks at him with a blank stare completely lost as to what he's talking about.) Lovely, her new perfume, (He turns to Summer.) speaking of which, Summer, we should totally buy some of that for you. I smelled a tester of it, and it is amazing! (He turns back to Ryan and remembers the task at hand, showing him who Sarah Jessica Parker is.) Oh, and she is also in The Family Stone, which we should pre-order from so that we get it when it first comes out. (Ryan still looks at him clueless.) Dude, she's a fashion icon! Don't you remember that Oscar de la Renta dress, the pink feather ballerina one she wore to The Golden Globes a few years ago? (Ryan sits down in his chair out of confusion, but Summer, who prior to the clothes reference was also staring at Seth like he had gone insane, instantly becomes enthusiastic as to where the conversation has turned to.)
Summer: Cohen, you remember that dress?
Seth: Uh, how could I not?
Summer: (She turns to Ryan.) It was amazing. I'll have to go back through my In Style collection because I know I have pictures of it somewhere. Cohen and I can do it tonight after dinner. You have to see this dress.
Ryan: No, I don't. I really don't care about it, sorry, and sorry I asked, too. (Seth and Summer look at each other, this time it is now their turn to be confused both not knowing why he wouldn't want to see it, but they shrug their shoulders giving up.)
Summer: So, anyway, back to what I was saying before, why was Coop late? Are you two still having make-up sex? If so, please just tell me you didn't run the risk of getting arrested for indecent exposure, because that is one phone call to Sandy I never want to have to make.
Seth: Oh, and dude, you didn't get anything on the seat of the Range Rover did you? I don't have time to get it cleaned tomorrow before we all go back to Newport for the weekend and I don't want to have to sit in your….fluids. (Ryan shoots Seth a death glare and gets up and goes into the kitchen.)
Summer: God Cohen, learn when you're taking things a little too far. That was just, EW! (She rethinks what Seth asked though.) But, do you think they did get anything anywhere, because I'm not riding home sitting in a giant pool of Chino's little swimmers! (Ryan returns to the dinning area of the living room just in time to hear what Summer said. He is carrying a rose which he places on Marissa's plate before sitting back down in his chair. Seth and Summer watch his actions with puzzled looks on their faces but, for once, don't say anything because both are too consumed about thinking about the state of the Range Rover.)
Ryan: Don't worry, there's nothing inappropriate for you two to sit in, because we didn't do anything inappropriate….in the car. (Seth and Summer's faces wash over with gratitude and relief.)
Seth: But, so then where did you guys do it this afternoon?
Summer: Oh my Gosh! Did you two do it at school, maybe in a bathroom, an empty classroom? That's so hot!
Ryan: NO! We didn't have sex this afternoon! Why are you two so concerned with our sex life?
Seth: Because I'm not getting any right now and won't for quite a few more weeks until Summer fully recuperates. I just thought I might be able to live vicariously through you, but obviously, you're too selfish to share! (Summer slaps him.)
Summer: Cohen! Chino does not need to know about us. (She gives him a glare silencing this conversation.) So, if you two weren't fooling around, why was Marissa late?
Ryan: She had to stay after class to talk to a professor.
Summer: About?
Ryan: Not sure. When we were leaving, he asked to speak to here alone about something.
Summer: Really? That's weird. Was something wrong?
Ryan: I don't know.
Summer: Well, what did they talk about?
Ryan: Again, not sure.
Summer: Well, didn't you ask?
Ryan: Yeah, we're going to talk about it later though. She was running late, remember, so we didn't have time to get into it.
Summer: So then, it's serious?
Ryan: I don't know! We didn't talk about it, but I'll make sure she sends you a memo informing you all about it. Check your email. (Seth laughs at Ryan and Summer glares at him.)
Seth: Ryan, buddy, aren't we getting good at the sarcastic come backs! See, being brothers with me does pay off!
Summer: Just what we need, two Cohens!
Seth: I know; isn't it awesome, but it sounds like to me that there are currently three sarcastic people in this room, Summer.
Summer: Can it Cohen! (The door opens and everyone stirs as they hear someone enter the apartment. Ryan stands up out of his chair and walks into the entrance. Seth and Summer remain at the table waiting for them to join them, bickering the whole time. The camera follows Ryan. He goes to greet Marissa and takes her bag from her before quickly kissing her passionately.)
Ryan: Hey. I'll take this and put it in the room for you. (He leaves before she can say anything but she follows him into the room and goes inside shutting the door behind her.)
Marissa: Thank you.
Ryan: For what?
Marissa: For just being you. Now, come here. (He approaches her and puts his arms around her waist pulling her to him and gently kissing her tenderly. She places her head on his chest and wraps her arms around his torso pulling him even closer to her and holding on tightly.)
Ryan: Hey, is everything okay, bad day at work?
Marissa: No, work was fine. I just wanted to feel close to you.
Ryan: Well, I won't argue with that. (He kisses her hair.) Sure you're okay?
Marissa: It's not important. (He pulls slightly away from her and cups her head in his hands and lifting it to look into his eyes.)
Ryan: It is to me.
Marissa: (She smiles.) I know and we'll talk about it later, okay? (He just nods his head not taking his eyes off of her.) Right now, though, I'm starving, Seth's probably climbing the walls waiting to be fed, and I still haven't started dinner yet.
Ryan: We ordered in, figured you deserved a night off from the job of Seth's personal chef. (She laughs and a slight smile works its way onto her lips as she lays her head back down on Ryan's chest.)
Marissa: Good. (They remain that was for a few seconds until she lifts her head up, takes his hands in hers, kisses him lightly on the lips, and then pulls him to the door after her.) Come on, let's eat. (They exit the room, shutting the door after them, and walk into the main living area. Ryan pulls out her chair for her and helps her sit down. She notices the rose, but before she can say anything, Seth begins to talk.)
Seth: Finally! Now can I eat Summer! (Summer laughs.)
Summer: Yes, Cohen, help yourself. (They begin to dish out their food while Marissa leans over and kisses Ryan.)
Marissa: It's beautiful, but you don't have to keep doing this.
Ryan: Yes I do, as a reminder to you and to myself just how much you mean to me, how much we mean to me.
Summer: What is this all about? Ryan and Marissa ignore her and kiss once again watching each other with their feelings plastered all over their faces.)
Seth: (He speaks with his mouth full of food.) It has something to do with this poem…the diseased rose, the sick daisy, the….I don't know, something like that.
Summer: Coop. (Marissa turns away from Ryan and looks at Summer.)
Marissa: Hm?
Summer: The rose, what's it about? Spill.
Marissa: Nope.
Summer: What!
Marissa: No, not sharing. This is between Ryan and I. Sorry, but this looks delicious. Can you hand me some fried rice? (Ryan smiles are her and grabs her hand from under the table. Summer glares at her but hand the food to her anyway realizing that she would not be able to change her mind. Seth continues to shove the food into his mouth, completely ignoring everyone else at the table. The scene leaves the apartment and goes to a very posh, expensive Newport restaurant where Caleb is sitting with Julie awaiting Kirsten's arrival.)
Julie: I thought you said she was coming, Cal. Do you think she changed her mind?
Caleb: She would have called. I'm sure she's just running late, probably something to do with Zoe. (Julie rolls her eyes at the mentioning of Zoe's name as Caleb slightly smiles. There is moment of silence before Kirsten arrives. She walks towards the table while Caleb stands to greet her and Julie continues to sit and roll her eyes in an annoyed manner.)
Caleb: Kiki, you're looking lovely as always. Here, let me help you. (He pulls out her chair for her as she sits down. She watches him carefully knowing that he is up to something.)
Kirsten: What do you want, Dad?
Caleb: Excuse me?
Kirsten: You're never this nice unless you want something. Plus, I haven't talked to you since the weekend and all of a sudden your secretary called me today at home and requested my presence at this dinner. I have to admit I considered not coming.
Caleb: Well, I'm glad you reconsidered.
Kirsten: My curiosity got the better of me, and maybe there was a naïve part of me that thought maybe you wanted to apologize for your recent behavior, but obviously that's not going to happen. (She suddenly remembers that Julie is sitting there as well, so she turns to address her.) I'm sorry, Julie, hello. How are you?
Julie: Oh, I'm wonderful. You? (Julie paints a fake smile on her face and pretends to be interested in Kirsten's response.)
Kirsten: I've been better. (She glares at Caleb.)
Julie: Oh, that's right. I heard about your little mini-meltdown at work. Not the most profession behavior if you ask me, but anyway, are you enjoying being unemployed? What have you been doing to keep yourself occupied? (Kirsten now directs her glare to Julie while Caleb looks confused.)
Caleb: Unemployed?
Julie: Well, didn't she quit?
Caleb: No, Kiki will be back. The Newport Group is a part of her; she won't be able to walk away from it, will you Kiki? (Kirsten turns back to her father.)
Kirsten: Well, since you bring it up, no, I'm not quitting, but that's not my reasoning. I have two sons who will be graduating from college next year, one of whom is studying architecture, and I would love to have him work with me, so if it means working under you again in order to keep my children's inheritance safe, then I will remain at the Newport Group.
Caleb: If you're referring to that delinquent, Ryan, and alluding to him working for my company, I have to tell you that you are clearly delusional. He will never work for me as long as I live.
Kirsten: (With ice in her voice.) You won't be alive forever, will you? (Caleb stares at her for a moment and then starts to laugh.)
Caleb: I have to say, well played, Kiki.
Julie: That's it; that's all you're going to say? She just told you that she'd pass the company down to that piece of trash you hate so much when you die and you laugh. And what am I going to do now? How is she going to help me if she's going to be going back to work? (Kirsten turns to her out of confusion.)
Kirsten: Help you? Help you do what?
Caleb: (When he starts talking, Kirsten's attention is once again returned to him.) Don't worry, Juju, I still have some tricks up my sleeve to keep Ryan out of my company, but I have to admire good strategy when I see it, and as for you, I knew Kiki would be back to work soon, so helping you will just be her first task when she gets back.
Kirsten: Like I said, help her do what?
Julie: (She is overly excited.) To throw a party!
Kirsten: A party? I'm coming back to work so that I can help your latest bed bunny throw a party? What's it for this time, your gambling buddies, some elite business partner who needs wine and dined?
Caleb: (He laughs.) Nothing of the sort, Kiki. You'll be helping Julie organize an elaborate and decadent engagement party.
Kirsten: You're engaged! (She is furious, Julie is pleased yet curious to see Caleb's reaction, and Caleb is shocked.)
Caleb: Engaged, hell no, but if I was why would you care?
Kirsten: She's not even divorced yet, Dad, not to mention that she's young enough to be your daughter!
Julie: I am sitting right here, Kirsten. You don't have to speak about me as if I wasn't. (Kirsten just ignores Julie's statement and continues.)
Kirsten: Who's it for then?
Caleb: Seth and Summer.
Kirsten: Fine, but I'm still not helping her plan the party! Why is she doing it?
Caleb: Actually, this is going to be her new business.
Kirsten: Excuse me?
Caleb: I'm helping her set up a business. I thought you'd be a great asset for her while she's planning this party, her first one, I might add, and the very thing to get her name out there if I do say so myself.
Kirsten: (She turns to Julie.) So, the money you stole from Jimmy finally ran out then, so you latched onto my Father's coat tails figuring you could get him to support your new high standards of living, country clubs, designer clothing, expensive sports cars?
Caleb: That's enough, Kiki. I suggested the business idea not Julie. She was leaving town, for good, and I didn't want her to, so I had to come up with a realistic way for her to remain here.
Kirsten: Couldn't you just find someone else to sleep with, someone less expensive?
Caleb: First of all, that's none of your business and I won't take this from you, and secondly, I think you owe Julie an apology. She has been nothing but a lady since she arrived her and I enjoy her company too much to just let her slip away like those other women.
Kirsten: So, what does that mean? Are you two seriously dating? This isn't just a week long fling?
Caleb: Yes, as a matter of fact, we are. (Julie is sitting smugly in her chair smiling at the scene unfolding before her.) Julie's actually living with me.
Kirsten: Great, so now you're shacking up together! (She laughs ironically as she angrily takes a drink of the ice water sitting in front of her.)
Caleb: No, she's living in the guest house. Julie, no matter what you may think of her, is a lady. (Kirsten snorts and laughs again obviously not believing what he is saying.) Obviously, this dinner is not going to be pleasant, so why don't we just get to the point. I want you to help Juju throw this party and you don't want to do it. You do, however, want to keep working for me so that you can get the company after I die to just pass it along to Sandy's criminal stray, so you aren't going to quit. So, here's the deal. Either you help Julie plan this party or you're fired. (Kirsten glares at him before standing up and walking away from the table. She speaks to them one last time over her shoulder before leaving.)
Kirsten: Call my secretary on Monday morning Julie, and we'll set up our first meeting. If you will excuse me though, I suddenly lost my appetite. (She turns back around and continues to leave the restaurant. Julie and Caleb remain.)
Caleb: So, now that that is handled, shall we order? (The scene leaves them and goes to the diner where Caitlyn is sitting in a booth waiting for Trey to arrive. As music plays in the background songs should be: the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs' "Gold Lion", she, out of boredom, drums her fingers on the Formica table top, fidgets with her cell phone, and twirls her hair. She sits for a few moments and then sees Trey walk in. When he approaches her, her face lights up as she smiles and he leans down and kisses her cheek before sitting in the booth opposite of her.)
Trey: Sorry I'm late.
Caitlyn: You're not; I was early. (He gives her a look questioning why she would come early.) I was bored. My grandparents' house may be plush and loaded, but it is not fun hanging out with them or my clueless dad.
Trey: What about your school friends?
Caitlyn: Please, I'm the girl who just moved her from out east, and not someplace fashionable like New York or Boston but a tiny little town no one has ever heard of in Pennsylvania. Not the best resume to attract the people in this elite neighborhood.
Trey: You're here now, and people should know your grandparents.
Caitlyn: I don't want people to like me for my grandparents' money; I want them to like me for me…like you, right?
Trey: Oh come on, do you even have to ask that?
Caitlyn: (She smiles a large grin.) No. (The waitress approaches the table for their orders.)
Waitress: Do you two kids know what you want?
Caitlyn: I'm ready. Trey?
Trey: Sure. Ladies first though, I insist. (Caitlyn laughs lightly and smiles again.)
Caitlyn: Um….I want a large chocolate milkshake and a double order of fries.
Trey: No sandwich?
Caitlyn: Nope. Not a big fan of meat.
Trey: Don't you dare try to steal mine then. (She laughs.)
Caitlyn: Don't worry.
Trey: I'll take a coke, bacon cheeseburger, and onion rings…. (He looks at Caitlyn who scrunches up her nose at the sound of onion rings.) Uh…better make those fries instead. Thanks.
Waitress: Is this separate or one check? (Trey and Caitlyn speak at the same time.)
Caitlyn: Separate.
Trey: One. (They look at each other and Caitlyn smiles to tell him that he wins.) Together…one check, please.
Waitress: No problem. I'll be back with your food in a little while. (She leaves shaking her head at the two young people.)
Trey: So, no meat. Why not?
Caitlyn: Ugh, never really liked it. My Dad always did when we grew up, but my sister was picky and she cooked so we ate what she liked which normally meant not a lot of meat…well at least not a lot of red meat.
Trey: Your sister cooked? Where was your Mom?
Caitlyn: Drunk or out.
Trey: Hey, I had a Mom like that. At least your Dad was around and you had an older sister to take care you. I was stuck with my Mom's drunk boyfriends and a little brother who got in the way more than he helped out.
Caitlyn: I don't think my sister ever cared that she had to take care of me. It bothered her more that she had to take care of my parents, too.
Trey: So, where is she now? You two still close?
Caitlyn: No.
Trey: That paints a picture. Thanks.
Caitlyn: I don't see her anymore.
Trey: Let me guess. She got married and left to start her own family.
Caitlyn: Nope. Want another try?
Trey: She ran off and joined the circus. I don't know. Tell me, though, I'm interested.
Caitlyn: Really. Why?
Trey: Because she's apart of your life and I'm interested in you. (Caitlyn smiles before she speaks again.)
Caitlyn: No, she didn't join the circus, but she did run off. (He lifts his eyebrows signaling for her to continue talking.) She ran away before Christmas and, actually, came out her. She goes to UCLA and lives with this gorgeous new boyfriend of hers and his slightly dorky brother and his fiancée.
Trey: Boyfriend? Do you like him? What's he like?
Caitlyn: Not sure. I really don't know him, but I've talked to his family. Actually his Mom, well, adopted Mom, was my Dad's old high school girlfriend, small world huh?
Trey: Yeah. So, I take it he's from around here?
Caitlyn: His adopted family is. They're the Cohens. Ever heard of them? (Trey shakes his head no, obviously lying.) Oh, well his step-mom is Caleb Nichol's daughter, the same Caleb Nichol who owns the Newport Group and practically this whole town.
Trey: So, she's found herself someone with money?
Caitlyn: How else would she be able to afford an apartment in LA? She does have a job though my Dad said. She works for FOX.
Trey: (He acts shocked.) FOX, as in the TV Company?
Caitlyn: Uh-huh. That's what she wants to do…write for TV.
Trey: I don't get it though. If she's so close, why don't you talk anymore, why don't you know anything about her life?
Caitlyn: It's a long story.
Trey: We have all night. Besides, I think it would be good for you to talk about this.
Caitlyn: So what am I, your patient Dr. Shrink-my-head?
Trey: No. I'm just a guy who's interested in you…and your life.
Caitlyn: You are?
Trey: You haven't realized that yet? I think all that Shakespeare is going to your head and clouding your common sense.
Caitlyn: You can thank Marissa for that, too.
Trey: Marissa, I take it that's your sister's name?
Caitlyn: Yeah. She was a big Shakespeare fan, and when other kids were getting fairytales for bed time stories, I was getting Shakespeare, Poe, and Dickenson, her personal favorites.
Trey: Yeah, I don't have any idea who you're talking about.
Caitlyn: (She laughs.) Don't let my sister hear you say that; she'd have a fit.
Trey: Well, from the way you talk, I'll never get an opportunity to meet her.
Caitlyn: Ah, you never know. We're not quite sure how long she'll be gone.
Trey: Okay, I still don't get it. You better start this story from the beginning. (The waitress approaches the table and places their drinks down.)
Waitress: I'll be back with your meals in a little bit. (She smiles and leaves. Trey and Caitlyn resume talking.)
Trey: I'm waiting. Let's hear the story of Marissa Cooper.
Caitlyn: Well…..(The scene fades and goes back to the apartment. Ryan, Marissa, and Summer have all finished eating, but Seth is still going strong. While they watch him eat in shock, mouths agape, he scrapes the take-out containers clean and finishes off all the food. Finally, after a moment, he takes the final bite, leans back in his chair and lets out a content and stuffed sigh.)
Summer: Cohen, that was really disgusting. I didn't think you'd ever stop.
Seth: (He perks up and looks around.) What, is there some left?
Marissa: No, but if you're really still hungry, there's food in the fridge.
Seth: Naw, I think I'm good for now, might need a late night snack later though before I go to bed.
Ryan: Dude, where did you put all that?
Summer: And more importantly, why?
Seth: Why what?
Summer: Why did you eat so much?
Seth: Why not? It was there, it was delicious, and there was no sense in letting it go to waste.
Marissa: We could have just finished the rest in the morning for breakfast. We weren't going to throw the leftovers away, Seth.
Seth: I didn't want cold Chinese food for breakfast. I was hoping…
Ryan: No! Marissa is not cooking you breakfast, and after the meal you just ate, I would think that you wouldn't eat again till next winter.
Seth: Actually, now that I think of it, I could use some dessert. I kind of have a sweet tooth.
Summer: One more word about food from you Cohen, and you won't have any teeth, sweet or otherwise, left when I'm done with you!
Seth: Fine, fine, (He whispers under his breath.) I'll just wait till you fall asleep.
Summer: What was that Cohen?
Seth: Nothing, I didn't say a thing about food or anything else you wouldn't want me to talk about for that matter, scout's honor.
Summer: Too bad you were never a boy scout Cohen. I'd believe it if you said you were a brownie though.
Seth: No, they wouldn't let me join. (Everyone looks at each other as Seth stares down at his feet depressed over missing the brownies and the other three laugh until they almost get tears in their eyes.) What! They had the better badges, and I loved Girl Scout cookies. If I had been one, I would have been able to eat as many as I possibly could.
Summer: Cohen, nix on the food talk. What did I say?
Seth: Sorry, Summer. (He mumbles this and goes back to staring at his feet in a depressed way. Summer turns to Ryan and Marissa and speaks with them while Seth pouts.)
Summer: So, what are you guys going to do tonight? Do you want to hang out with me and Cohen?
Marissa: Actually, I have a lot of school work to do and I wanted to get to bed early because we're going to Newport tomorrow.
Summer: Oh, okay, what about you Chino?
Ryan: I have a design to finish before class tomorrow morning. Guess that leaves you and Seth all by yourselves.
Summer: Great, thanks. I'll pay you two back for this!
Marissa: Hate to break it to you, but it will probably happen a lot…we are in college still, Sum. Not all of us are big TV actors now.
Summer: True, but that's nothing to complain about. So, Cohen, what do you want to do? (When his name is mentioned, Seth picks his head back up and looks at Summer.)
Seth: I don't know. (He yawns.) Actually, I'm kind of tired. I think all this food made me sleepy. (He holds his arms up for Summer to pick him up and carry him back to their room.) Carry me; I'm too full to walk.
Summer: (Summer snorts in response.) Yeah, maybe you should have thought about that before shoveling every single bit of food into your mouth.
Seth: I don't regret it. (He smiles and reaches down and unbuttons his pants, and pulls out his shirt but does not unzip them. Marissa turns her head away and stifles a giggle, Ryan glares at him, and Summer goes off in a rage. She stands up and grabs him by his ear dragging him out of the room and toward theirs while yelling at him the entire time.)
Summer: Cohen, what the hell do you think you're doing! That was so disgusting and un-called for! We were eating with your brother and Coop; and trust me, they did not want to see that little peep show!
Seth: Aw, Summer, come on, let go, please. They don't care; they didn't see anything anyway. You're hurting me, Summer, and if you dare stretch my ear out so that it doesn't match the size of the other one, I'll never forgive you. My ears make my face. (He is heard yelping out again.)
Summer: There, now they'll be balanced. Better Cohen?
Seth: But, Summer…. (The door is heard slamming shut and although muffled words can be heard, the actual argument can no longer be understood.)
Ryan: So, do you really have a lot of homework?
Marissa: (She smiles at him, stands up, and pulls him after her towards their room.) Nope. I just have to edit a landscape description for my novel class and then I'm all yours.
Ryan: So we'll finally talk about what happened today?
Marissa: Or we could do something else.
Ryan: After you talk to me.
Marissa: We'll see. (They enter the room and she pushes him down on their bed and leans down to hover over him but he quickly gets up and moves away from her.)
Ryan: Oh no. First, we're going to do our work, then we're going to talk, and then we'll get back to that, because once I have you in my arms, I'm not going to let go until morning, got it?
Marissa: Fine. (She walks over to her book bag and takes out a notebook. She lies down on the bed while Ryan sits at his drafting board and begins to work. Trying to distract him, she sits up and takes off her shirt leaving her in a see-through camisole and throws it at Ryan, hitting his head. He looks over at her, smiles, and then turns back to his work. She gives up and goes back to reading, but he can't concentrate and continues to look at her. She notices this and begins to snicker. After a few seconds, he gets up and goes over to the bed. He rolls her over on her back and sits down beside her so that he can kiss her. While he does so though, he grabs her notebook and stands up pulling away from her quickly.) What do you think you're doing?
Ryan: Either you tell me what happened today or I'll read this, and I know how much you hate it when someone reads your work when it's not finished.
Marissa: Go ahead. I really don't care.
Ryan: Fine. (He begins to read from the notebook as Marissa looks away from him, nervous as to what he will think of her landscape description for class.) It was ever changing; it was constant. Waves crashed against the soft dunes of sand which littered the desolate beach, briefly quenching the tiny particles glistening in the sun, the sun which warmed the surface and attempted to dry the land in its continual battle with the tides. Rising steeply behind the beach were cliffs the shade of black onyx crowned with perfectly manicured golf courses, majestic palm trees, and Spanish-Mediterranean mansions. The cloudless sky attempted to rival the sea, an impossible feat. No matter what sought the attention of those around the affluent, gated community, the eyes of all things were eventually drawn back to the mesmerizing, haunting ocean. It was hard to believe something so enchanting could be so dangerous. The droplets of salt-tinged water sparkled like sapphires dancing amongst each other, to the music of the tides, enjoying the company of the waves as they journey to the shore and back again; the mists jump in the air reaching for the sun in order to frolic for all to see, spraying those near and leaving them wanting more as they disappear as quickly as they came. And then, just as quickly, the ocean moves on to its next victim. (He stops reading and look up at Marissa who is hesitantly watching his face for a reaction.) You wrote this?
Marissa: Yeah…so what do you think? Do I need to revise it some more?
Ryan: Is this the deserted beach we were at on Sunday? (She shakes her head yes but does not say anything waiting for his opinion.) It's amazing. (Her faces lights up with a wide smile and she is instantly relieved.)
Marissa: Really? (He puts the notebook down and then turns back to her and lies down beside her on the bed.) It's amazing, but not as amazing as the woman who wrote it. (He kisses her gently before pulling back.) You have to let me read more of your writings from now on, okay?
Marissa: With compliments like that, how could I resist? (She leans back in and kisses him back.) Well, since I don't have to work on the piece anymore according to your expert opinion, are you done pretending to draw, because I could think of a better way to spend our Thursday night?
Ryan: Yes I'm done, I didn't really have to draw, but you are going to tell me what happened today before anything else happens.
Marissa: You're not going to drop this are you? (He shakes his head no.) And there is no way I can distract you? (She smiles flirtatiously, but he just continues to shake his head. Her head drops, but he picks it back up with his fingers and makes her look in his eyes. Then he scoots up so that he is resting against the headboard and he brings her with him so that she is lying on his chest with their arms around each other.)
Ryan: See, you're safe. Now tell me what happened today.
Marissa: I don't want to tell you what happened. I need to handle it on my own and I have a plan.
Ryan: How serious is it?
Marissa: Serious, but there is nothing you can do. This is something only I can solve.
Ryan: Marissa.
Marissa: No, there's no changing my mind. If I need your help, I'll ask for it, but until I do you need to trust me….
Ryan: I do.
Marissa: Then trust my instincts and ability to take care of myself. I don't want to have to get you involved unless I have to.
Ryan: But, if you need anything, you won't hesitate to ask right?
Marissa: Of course not, but I just think it will be easier to fix if you're not involved. I'll explain everything to you when it's done.
Ryan: Which will be when?
Marissa: Hopefully early next week.
Ryan: That's all I'm going to get?
Marissa: (She raises herself out of his arms and lies on her side beside him. Her hands start to trace his abdominals over the top of his shirt as she flirts with him.) That's all I'm going to tell you about it this evening, but as for all you're going to get tonight, I think there are a few things on the agenda.
Ryan: Such as?
Marissa: You tell me. (She leans in and kisses him softly. The lights are turned off and Ryan's voice can be head laughing while Marissa quietly giggles. The scene fades and comes to an end.)
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