The fifth scene begins at the Baitshop. There are two different groups that the camera follows. The first, of course, is Ryan, Marissa, Seth, and Summer, while the other one is of Trey and Caitlyn. The scene jumps back and forth between the two sets of people but they never mingle. Music plays the entire time throughout the club. The first song is "The Calendar Hung Itself" by Bright Eyes. The first group to be shown is the foursome. They are sitting in a booth talking.
Summer: Ugh, sometimes I hate coming here!
Ryan: You suggested it.
Summer: I know, but who listens to this stuff? I mean really. Did Cohen pick the music for tonight, because this sounds like something he'd listen to?
Marissa: Careful Sum, don't want to make Seth mad.
Summer: What? He's used to me insulting him.
Marissa: Yeah, but this is Bright Eyes, one of his favorite bands. I think they rank right up there with Deathcab.
Summer: Oh, I don't care. (Seth is just staring at her with his mouth hanging open in shock until Summer notices him.) God Cohen, what's your problem? (She turns around and begins to look around the club.) Are you checking out some hot girl Cohen, because you better not be doing that, and right in front of me, your fiancée! (She kicks him under the table.)
Seth: OW! No, I'm not checking anyone out, but if you keep that up, I might.
Summer: You better not!
Ryan: Uh, why don't you guys go and get us some drinks?
Summer: Your legs aren't broken, but your back might be from all the stud use you've been getting from Coop (Marissa's mouth drops open and she glares at Summer while Ryan just slightly grins at the thought of what Summer mentions.), but I don't care; get your own drinks, Chino!
Ryan: Well, I thought you two could continue your fight over by the bar.
Summer: We can continue here, thank you very much. If you don't want to listen to us, get up and leave. (He stands up to go to the bar, but Marissa jumps up behind him.)
Marissa: Wait! (She grabs his arm.) Do not leave me there with those two! (He laughs.)
Ryan: So what do you guys want? (He says this to Seth and Summer, but they are so engrossed in bickering that they don't hear him.) Fine, I'll just guess. (Ryan and Marissa leave Seth and Summer fighting and go towards the bar. The camera stays with them.)
Marissa: How long do you think they'll keep it up for this time?
Ryan: Who knows? Last time Summer thought he was looking at another girl, the fight lasted for a week.
Marissa: I don't know if I'll be able to handle that.
Ryan: Well, the good news is that if they keep it up, we'll be able to sneak away early and they won't notice.
Marissa: But we all drove here together.
Ryan: We could leave them a note, telling them that we got sick of their foreplay and to take a cab.
Marissa: They'd kill us.
Ryan: Summer would attempt it, but Seth, I don't think so.
Marissa: Attempt?
Ryan: Do you really think I'd let her hurt you?
Marissa: No, I know you wouldn't. (She kisses him, but they are interrupted by the bar tender clearing his throat.)
Ryan: Sorry.
Bartender: What can I get you?
Ryan: We'll take two mountain dews, (He turns to Marissa.) What do you want?
Marissa: I'll just take a water.
Ryan: Make that two waters and two mountain dews then.
Bartender: Just a sec. (He walks away from the counter and grabs the drinks before returning. Ryan pays him without even having to wait to see how much and they walk away carrying the drinks. As they walk away, the camera pans to the opposite side of the bar to where Trey and Caitlyn have just arrived. Trey sees Ryan and Marissa right away.)
Trey: Hey, that girl over there looks just like you.
Caitlyn: Where? (He points Marissa out to her.) Oh my God!
Trey: What?
Caitlyn: That's Marissa! They must be home for the weekend.
Trey: Do they do that a lot?
Caitlyn: I guess.
Trey: So, is this the first time you ran into her around here? That's kind of hard to believe.
Caitlyn: First time since the night we found out she was here. (He looks at her waiting for an explanation. The song changes as he does so to Ween's "Taste Good on the Bun".) Ryan's, that's Marissa's boyfriend, parents had their anniversary party a few weeks ago, and my family was invited because the two families are old friends and they didn't know that Marissa was a Cooper.
Trey: So they let her stay with them, Ryan was dating her, and they didn't even know what her last name was?
Caitlyn: Well, I would think Ryan knew, but he didn't know that it would matter. Anyway, so my Dad saw her there, went to confront her, but Ryan's parents cornered us, by that point they realized who she was and they knew that she wanted nothing to do with her family, and they stopped him from getting to her, but I guess she ran into our Mom in the parking lot and she ended up passing out. Ryan caught her and carried her to the car, so she didn't get hurt. It was a crazy night and the party was definitely ruined. Maybe we should avoid her so that another scene does not happen like last time.
Trey: Hey, we have just as much right to be here as they do!
Caitlyn: Oh, I know, but we'll just be careful, we'll sit over here where they aren't, and we'll watch out so that we don't run into them. (They go upstairs and sit at a table while the camera goes back to Ryan and Marissa who have just gotten back and sat down in the booth.)
Ryan: Here you go, two mountain dews. You guys wouldn't answer me when I asked what you wanted, so I got your usual.
Summer: Thanks Chino.
Marissa: So, are you two better now; are you done fighting?
Summer: Yeah.
Seth: At least that argument has been handled, but we never know when the next one might jump up and bite us. Just watch your back.
Marissa: Yeah, I will, thanks for the advice.
Summer: Ugh….
Seth: What now? I didn't look at anyone, stare at anything, or act annoyed?
Summer: It's this music! Can it get any weirder?
Marissa: So, you don't know who Jenny Lewis or Rilo Kiley are, you hate Bright Eyes, and now you don't like Ween. What do you listen to, Sum?
Summer: Stuff that's on the radio, like normal people.
Seth: Yeah, people who have no taste whatsoever in music. (She glares at him.)
Marissa: You should get satellite radio for your car; it will change your life.
Summer: You have it?
Marissa: How do you think I know about all these bands?
Summer: Hmm….there you go Cohen. You can get me that for Valentine's Day. I know you had no ideas on your own, and this way Chino won't be harassed to come up with my gift, too.
Ryan: Too late. He bugged me the entire time you two were at the mall for ideas. Don't worry, though, per your request, I didn't tell him anything.
Summer: Thank you.
Seth: You told him not to help me!
Summer: Yeah. I was sick of getting presents that you paid for but Ryan picked out. I wanted to see what'd you get me on your own, but I guess I'll just have to wait until the next event where I deserve a present.
Seth: I picked your engagement ring by myself.
Summer: Really?
Seth: Yes…with the help of the sales girl.
Summer: I thought so.
Marissa: (She is purposely interrupting them in order to stop a fight.) So Sum, now that you have us here, what do you want to do?
Summer: We could….no. Oh, I know….nah. Wait, wait, I'll think of something. Let's….better not. Okay, so I have nothing.
Ryan: You made us come here for you to fight with Cohen and listen to music that you don't even like?
Summer: Well, I was hoping that we'd get here and either the ideas would come to us or we'd be swept up in the excitement.
Seth: Oh yeah, if I ever saw excitement, this would be it!
Summer: Cohen, you can just stick your sarcasm so far up your ss that it would take an anal probe to find it! I am so not in the mood tonight for your so called humor!
Seth: Looks like you should have made her drink a little stronger there buddy.
Summer: Ugh, that's it! I'm not dealing with this. Coop, come on, let's go and leave the boys here. We'll go have fun on our own. (Marissa does not know what to do. She doesn't want to make Summer leave by herself, but, at the same time, she really doesn't want to go and wants to stay with Ryan. Lucky for her, he steps in and adamantly refutes Summer's idea.)
Ryan: Oh no, I don't think so. You took Marissa from me all afternoon; you're not taking her tonight, too. Why don't we all just finish our drinks and then we'll leave, go home. This place is definitely not too entertaining tonight, and no one ever said we had to stay all night. Okay? (Summer reluctantly sits back down and picks up her pop to down quickly. Seth is just sipping his through his straw making noises until Summer glares at him and he pushes it aside.)
Summer: Fine, I'll leave, but I'm not spending the evening with this over-grown eight year old.
Seth: Nine and three quarters, Summer. (Another glare sends him to examining his fingers. The song changes once again. This time it is Morningwood's "Jetestter".) Marissa: How about we just have fun at home tonight?
Summer: And how are we going to do this?
Marissa: We could have a game night…. (Seth looks up excited.) but no Jenga…. (Once Marissa refutes his favorite game, he becomes sullen again, while Summer looks up with a devilish look on her face.) and no truth or dare, Sum. (Summer becomes sullen as well, but after they realize that both of their ideas were dismissed quickly without even a second thought, they are once again on each other sides.)
Seth: I don't understand why you get to decide what games we play; why can't Summer and I have any input?
Ryan: Because your ideas suck and Summer's are dangerous. Do you really think that I want to learn all your deep and dark secrets, because we all know that you'd never take a dare?
Seth: There is nothing about me that you don't already know, Ryan, so there.
Summer: (She looks at him paranoid and whispers under her breath while trying to avoid Ryan and Marissa's peering eyes.) You told him about….you know?
Seth: (He knows what she is talking about.) No, of course not.
Ryan: See, there are things I don't know about you, and from the look on Summer's face, I really don't want to.
Marissa: So it's settled. After everyone finishes their drinks, we'll go back to the house for game night. I'll pick the games, and trust me; I have a very entertaining one in mind. (Everyone looks at her with anticipation.) I'm not telling you now, because if I do, you'll all try to get out of it. It might not sound very fun, but it's my favorite game. (Now it's time for Ryan to turn to her skeptical and attempt to whisper and avoid Seth and Summer's peering eyes and tuned ears.)
Ryan: You want us to all play strip poker?
Marissa: What? No, that's not my favorite game!
Ryan: It's not?
Marissa: Okay, it's my favorite private game, but this is not a private evening. That will just have to wait until we have another night to ourselves. (She kisses him quickly before turning around to face Seth and Summer who are just staring at them with amused faces. When Marissa sees their expressions, she just lowers her head and continually drinks her water trying to disappear. Ryan just stares back at them and places his arm around Marissa's shoulders.)
Seth: You two play strip poker…when you're alone in the apartment? Hm…sounds like we have some stealth work ahead of us my diminutive damsel in distress. (Summer does not even bat an eye at her new name, but Ryan starts chuckling to himself and Marissa spits her water across the table as she laughs uncontrollably.)
Summer: Ew, Coop, that was disgusting!
Marissa: Your diminutive damsel in distress, seriously Seth, what is wrong with you?
Summer: Well, it's better than his petite pistachio!
Seth: I thought you said no one was to know about that nickname?
Summer: I changed my mind, it's my prerogative. But that doesn't matter; I want to hear more about these strip poker games!
Marissa: Nothing to share. At this point, it's more of a theory and not an actual practice. (Seth and Summer look at Ryan and Marissa confused.)
Ryan: We were interrupted when we tried to play last time.
Summer: By what?
Ryan: You two.
Seth: When? (Ryan and Marissa look at each other and communicate without a word.)
Ryan: Ah…can't really remember.
Seth: Makes sense, probably the only thing that stands out is the disappointment.
Marissa: So, Sum, you haven't said anything about this song. Do you like it better? (Summer is instantly distracted, because she can once again talk about herself and possibly complain. The foursome stands up and begins to walk out of the club. As they walk, they continue to talk.)
Summer: Not as bad, but I've still never heard of it, and I definitely am not going to run out and download it on my ipod. (Seth just shakes his head.) What Cohen, no comments?
Seth: I do believe I've learned my lesson at least for tonight.
Summer: No, I really want to know what you're thinking. If you're making fun of me, I want to hear it!
Seth: Can't we just agree to disagree and move on?
Summer: No, tell me right now! What did I say this time that you obviously dispute? (They slightly separate themselves from Ryan and Marissa and continue to fight as they walk out of the club, while Ryan and Marissa walk slightly behind them in order to remain out of their argument. They are standing close together and holding hands as they walk.)
Ryan: Do we really have to play games with them when we get back home. I'd much rather keep you all to myself and lock you in the poolhouse where they can't get to us.
Marissa: Patience, that will come later, but for now, we should probably spend some time with them, but I have a plan to keep them under control.
Ryan: Is that even possible?
Marissa: I thought we could recruit your parents to play with us, that way if Seth and Summer get out of hand, they'll discipline them and we can just sit back and enjoy the show.
Ryan: (He laughs softly and kisses her cheek.) Have I ever told you that I like the way you think?
Marissa: Nope, but you can keep it up!
Ryan: I can do that. (They exit the club and the camera goes back to Trey and Caitlyn who have been watching the two couples leave. They are still sitting upstairs but have a view of the entire club so that they could watch what Marissa, Ryan, Seth, and Summer had been doing.)
Trey: They left in a hurry.
Caitlyn: They couldn't have been here very long.
Trey: (He is slightly panicked.) Do you think they saw us?
Caitlyn: What? No, you're paranoid, and why would you care? (She is now slightly suspicious of his concern.)
Trey: I don't, I just know that you do.
Caitlyn: I bet they just left because this place is kind of boring tonight. Do you care if we follow suit?
Trey: What, you want me to take you home?
Caitlyn: Are you kidding me, this early? Absolutely not! I just thought that we could go someplace else, someplace where we could have a little more fun.
Trey: What did you have in mind?
Caitlyn: Your place?
Trey: My place is a mess.
Caitlyn: The beach?
Trey: At night?
Caitlyn: Yeah, it would be fun. We could get some food from the diner, build a fire, and maybe, if you're lucky, we could go swimming later.
Trey: At night in February, are you crazy?
Caitlyn: I'm sure we could think of something to keep us warm.
Trey: We don't even have swimsuits.
Caitlyn: You know, for a bad boy, you don't act so bad. Why would we need suits? I'm sure we could figure something out. (She is definitely flirting with him.)
Trey: Now, how could I say no to an offer like that? Ready?
Caitlyn: (She stands up.) Thought you'd never ask. (She walks first out of the club; he follows, smiling slightly in anticipation. The scene fades to black and picks up back at the Cohens' the next morning. Sandy quietly goes into Seth's room and wakes Summer up by shaking her shoulder gently.)
Sandy: Summer. (He is whispering.)
Summer: (She slowly opens her eyes and has to wait a second as they adjust to the light of the morning sun seeping in through Seth's windows.) Mr. C?
Sandy: Yeah, sorry to wake you Summer, but I needed to talk to you before Seth and Ryan woke up. Can you come with me downstairs…so we can talk?
Summer: Sure. (She sits up out of bed and puts her feet in slippers. He sees her robe across the room and grabs it for her and hands it to her. She slips it on, stands up, ties it, and then covers Seth back up before following Sandy out of the room. Once they are outside of the door, she shuts it and follows him down the stairs. Once they reach the bottom of the stairs, Sandy begins to talk.)
Sandy: I know this probably seems strange…
Summer: (She laughs nervously agreeing with his statement.) Just a little, but I've been apart of this family long enough to be used to the strangeness, I mean I am engaged to Seth.
Sandy: (Now it is his turn to laugh.) Right, so anyway, I have a favor to ask of you.
Summer: Shoot. (They have reached the kitchen and Marissa is sitting at the counter with a glass of water reading the paper. When they walk in, she closes the paper and sits up so as to talk.) Aw, hey Coop. (Summer turns to Sandy and looks at him as if to ask if Marissa's presence is okay.)
Sandy: It's fine, Summer, this favor actually has to do with Marissa.
Summer: Okay. (She goes over and sits down beside Marissa.)
Sandy: Coffee? (He asks this to Summer while walking over to the coffee pot.)
Summer: Sure, thanks. (Sandy pours her a cup, hands it to her, and then pours himself one. When he finishes, he turns around and leans against the counter to speak to them.)
Sandy: Well, there is no easy way to say this, so I'm going to just come on out with it. Summer, Marissa was blackmailed last week by a professor who gave her the ultimatum of either sleeping with him or he would have both her and Ryan thrown out of UCLA. (Summer becomes immediately angry.)
Summer: Tell me who did this! Coop, I swear, if I get my hands on….
Sandy: Summer, it's okay. Please, just listen. Marissa and I are planning to set him up.
Summer: You're going on an undercover, secret sting operation?
Sandy: Yeah, you've definitely been spending too much time with my son, but I guess you could say that.
Summer: Oh, count me in, how can I help?
Sandy: We we're hoping you'd say that. Marissa is going to be wired so that we can record her conversation with him. She's going to get him to repeat his threats so that we can have evidence to get him fired and hopefully worse, but our case would be stronger if we had another example of the professor's inappropriate behavior.
Marissa: And that's where you come in. Who else do we know that has real acting experience, is attractive enough that he'd never be able to not hit on her, and would be willing to help?
Summer: Can I go in costume, use an alias like Sydney Bristow?
Sandy: Excuse me?
Summer: Mr. C, come on, Jennifer Gardner, the TV show…Alias? Not ringing a bell is it? (Sandy just looks at her confused, so she turns to Marissa.) Coop, do you know what I'm talking about?
Marissa: (She laughs.) Yeah, but I really don't have any costumes or wings handy.
Summer: Oh, I have those.
Sandy: I'm not even going to ask.
Summer: Hmm….so who should I be? Something really quaint and innocent so that he never suspects that I'm going to nail his pervy ss to the wall! (Marissa and Sandy just stare at her while she thinks about her alias flabbergasted by her enthusiasm and strange hobbies.) Oh, I've got it! I'll be Violet Thompson, education major who wants to be a kindergarten teacher but has a love of poetry. I want to learn how to write myself and would love it if he would be able to give me private lessons. I'll wear a curly auburn wig, with my green contacts, and a tight tulip skirt and a sweater with buttons which could pop open slightly but in a completely innocent way. Plus, I'll wear my hair in a bun, little make-up, a small gold cross necklace, hose with the seam up the back, and closed toed pumps. (Once she finishes describing her outfit, she becomes excited and jumps up and down in her seat clapping her hands together.) It will be perfect!
Sandy: I'm kind of scared right now of you, Summer, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
Summer: Wouldn't be the first time.
Marissa: You're really good at this type of thing, Sum. Are you sure you've never done this before? (Summer thinks quickly but seriously before replying.)
Summer: Nope, but I've always wanted to. This is going to be so much fun!
Sandy: And serious. Summer, are you listening to me?
Summer: All ears Mr. C.
Sandy: Okay, because you are going to have to be careful. I know you want to nail this guy as much as we do, if not more, but we have to do this by the book. You'll be mircrophoned and the cops will be listening in, but if anything happens that makes you feel threatened or like you're in danger, you have to get out of there as quickly as possible, and you cannot give yourself away no matter what.
Summer: If there is one thing I can do well, it's lying to get my way with professors and older men. I've never met one that I haven't been able to wrap around my little finger. Relax, Mr. C., I have this covered. It will be a piece of cake that he'll be lapping out of the palm of my hand! So, when is this all going down?
Marissa: We were hoping to do it tomorrow morning, but can you, I mean, what time do you have to be at work?
Summer: Tomorrow morning is perfect. I don't have to be at work until 1:00.
Sandy: Good. Now, let's go over this step by step. (The scene fades away from the kitchen and goes to the country club where Caleb is waiting at a table. He has a cup of coffee and an orange juice sitting in front of him, but he is waiting for someone. After just a few seconds, he stands up to greet his guest. When the camera pans around to show who has arrived, it is Jimmy. They shake hands and sit back down.)
Jimmy: Sorry, I'm late, but I was not expecting you to call this morning. I was actually still sleeping when you called, then I had to get a shower and get ready before I came over here. So, what did you want to meet about?
Caleb: I just got here myself, Jimmy, don't worry about it. I wanted to meet with you to discuss business.
Jimmy: (good naturedly.) What else?
Caleb: First of all, do you have any plans next weekend?
Jimmy: Nope. Why?
Caleb: No Valentine's date or party to attend?
Jimmy: I've told you Cal, I'm off the dating market for a while. After Julie, no offense, any guy would need a respite.
Caleb: None taken. So, next weekend, you're free?
Jimmy: Free as a recently released convict. I can't go too wild, my probation officer, Caitlyn, would get after me.
Caleb: Aw, teenage daughters, got to love them.
Jimmy: Is that what they say?
Caleb: (Caleb laughs.) I guess, I never understood them. So, how does she like Newport, Harbor?
Jimmy: I really don't know. She's not around much, says she's hanging out with friends.
Caleb: So then she must be fitting in.
Jimmy: I guess, I'd just like to meet some of these friends, but 17 year olds really aren't into introducing their aging hipster dads.
Caleb: And your parents, how are they; are they glad to see you back in town?
Jimmy: They couldn't be more thrilled. They love having Caitlyn around, and we're finally getting back to a good place after all these years of not really speaking.
Caleb: Good, good.
Jimmy: Now that you've asked me about my family, do you want me to return the favor or do you want to cut to the point.
Caleb: The latter. I was hoping that I'd be able to send you on a little trip next weekend Jimmy.
Jimmy: Where to, when, why, and with whom?
Caleb: You'd be going to Atlanta for a meeting, the final one before a new development is started there on Friday and you'd return Sunday afternoon. A quick trip, but a vital one anyway. I was going to go, but, because of the holiday, I thought I should be here…with Julie. Don't want her to get mad at me.
Jimmy: Well, not if you want to keep dating her, but if you're looking for a way to get rid of her, forgetting Valentine's Day would be a great start.
Caleb: No, I don't want to get rid of her, but I'll keep that in mind for the future just in case.
Jimmy: So, would I be going alone or with a group of employees?
Caleb: Actually, you'd be going with Kiki.
Jimmy: Just the two of us? Does she know about this?
Caleb: She knows about the trip.
Jimmy: And about me going?
Caleb: She will…eventually. Making a long story short, we're not on good terms right now.
Jimmy: I hadn't noticed.
Caleb: The trip was supposed to be in a few weeks, but it was moved up. Originally, she was supposed to go with Sandy, but since he quit, it will just be you two.
Jimmy: And what will Sandy think of this?
Caleb: I have no idea, but if he can't trust his wife of 24 years enough to go on a simple, weekend business trip with her old high school sweetheart, then their marriage isn't as solid as they thought, is it?
Jimmy: Cal, what exactly are you up to?
Caleb: I resent that Jimmy; I am not always up to something.
Jimmy: (He laughs nervously.) Uh, yeah you are. You better spill, Cal, or I won't go.
Caleb: Fine. Yes, I'm testing their marriage, and I'm giving Kiki a peak of what her life would be like if she had married you instead of that self-righteous schmuck.
Jimmy: You aren't hoping that one weekend away with me will make her fall out of love with her husband and right into my waiting arms, because even if I was open to that idea, which I'm not, it will never happen.
Caleb: First of all, Jimmy, do not insult my intelligence by trying to deny that you still have feelings for my daughter. It was obvious that first night we met back up at her anniversary party and it's just as obvious now, if not more, than it was that night.
Jimmy: So, there's always a part of me that will care for Kirsten, you never forget your first love, but nothing is going to happen.
Caleb: Don't be so sure.
Jimmy: Oh, I'm sure. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not ready for a new relationship? Not to mention that your daughter is deeply in love with her husband. The only thing that will go down next weekend is business.
Caleb: It's Valentine's Day, you never know, cupid may strike….again.
Jimmy: (He shakes his head and just laughs at Caleb's audacity.) What do you say that we just order? We're not going to agree on this, so we might as well take advantage of your wealth and have a gourmet breakfast.
Caleb: (Now it is Caleb's turn to laugh.) I like that idea. (She signals for the waiter who walks towards them.) We'll table this discussion till after breakfast, okay James?
Jimmy: Whatever you say, boss. (The waiter reaches the table and the scene fades to black as the two men prepare to order.)
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