The fifth scene starts early Thursday morning. Marissa's cell phone's alarm has just gone off, and she quickly shuts it off so that she doesn't wake Ryan. She kisses his shoulder before crawling out from underneath the covers, making sure to tuck them back in around him gently so that he doesn't get cold. She goes to their suitcase and pulls out clothes to change into. When she's not looking, Ryan sneaks up behind her, and lifts her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to the bed. She laughs the entire way while speaking.
Marissa: Ryan, what are you doing? I have to get ready to go grocery shopping for the Seder dinner with Sophie.
Ryan: I'm hungry now.
Marissa: (She laughs.) Yes, I know you are, because we established last night that you're always hungry…for me. (He tosses her gently on the bed, takes the clothes out of her hands, and throws them aside before lying down on top of her, completely making it impossible for her to get up or escape. Leaning in he kisses her softly.)
Ryan: And I want my breakfast. (She laughs again, while trying to move her head from side to side so that he can't kiss her lips. Not deterred by her movements, he shrugs his shoulders before assaulting her chest with his lips.) Fine, if you don't want to be an active participant, I'll do all the work myself. (He unbuttons her pajama top while continuing to kiss her as he moves his lips continuously lower as he opens the shirt button by button, slightly raising himself off of her as his lips travel further and further down her body. He does not remove the shirt, but leaves it open so that all of her cleavage is exposed and a good portion of her stomach but her breast are still covered enough so that the nipples are not exposed. By the time he reaches her pant line, she has given up fighting him and is just enjoying the sensations his lips are causing to race through her body. Rolling over unto his side, he hooks one finger into the waist of her pants, and ever so slowly, inches them lower side by side, while with the other hand, he is massaging one of her hidden breasts, teasingly squeezing the nipple every few moments. Once her pants are free of her waist, she starts wiggling around so that they will fall down all the way, and then she kicks them across the room. He looks at her with one eye brow raised and moves his other hand to the other breast as he gets back on top of her, straddling her waist. Leaning lower as if he's going to kiss her now waiting lips, he stops and instead starts to lick down the same trial he had kissed earlier. Frustrated, she grabs his head and pulls it up to hers.)
Marissa: I'm ready to participate now! (He smiles and leans in and kisses her urgently and passionately before she can break away again for a moment. However, unbeknownst to them, someone has just walked up to the poolhouse doors, Sophie, who is fully dressed and ready to go with her purse on her arm, and she can hear exactly what they are saying.) I do think you need to loose some of your clothes now.
Ryan: That can be arranged. (He lifts his wife beater up and over his head, tossing it aside without looking to see where it lands. He leans in and kisses her once again, so long and so deep that she whimpers. The camera pans to Sophie who is smiling the entire time. She knocks softly on the door before the camera goes back into the poolhouse where Ryan and Marissa are still kissing, his left hand still massaging her left breast, his right one playing with the waistband of her boy shorts, and both of her hands reaching for his boxers, when they hear the knock. They break away quickly, but do not get up or move away from each other. His head shoots up and looks at the door while she closes her eyes in frustration, annoyance, and embarrassment.)
Sophie: Marissa, are you up yet? (Marissa looks up with Ryan and whispers.)
Marissa: What should I do?
Ryan: (He whispers back.) Answer her, but get rid of her fast.
Marissa: Uh, yeah. (Her voice is loud so that Sophie can hear her.)
Sophie: Oh doll, lower your voice. You don't need to wake Ryan up, too. (Ryan smiles and closes his eyes as a look of relief washes over his face. He lets himself fall back down on Marissa and he begins to kiss her neck. She smiles at him when she attempts to push him away, to no avail, so that she can pay attention to what Sophie is saying.) I just wanted to let you know that I overslept and that I still have to shower, get dressed, and eat some breakfast, so take your time. (Marissa now relaxes as Ryan's hands find their way back down to the waist band of her boy shorts as he slowly removes them (the camera stays focused on Marissa's face. She is biting her lip the entire time he does this so as not to say anything inappropriate or make any weird noises for Sophie to hear. He tosses them aside and they can be seen flying through the air recklessly.)
Marissa: Thanks Sophie, so I'll see you in about an hour then? (Her voice is softer this time and definitely happy. The camera goes outside to show Sophie talking.)
Sophie: (She is smirking the entire time she talks.) Take however long you need; no need to rush. You don't have to be quick. (She walks away quietly laughing at her own pun. The camera goes back in the poolhouse where Ryan and Marissa's bodies, from the waist down, are under the blankets, Marissa on top, straddling him with the camera to her back, and the rest of their clothes that had not been shed before, his boxers and her shirt are now thrown carelessly on the floor as well. She is sucking on his neck playfully as he talks.)
Ryan: You know, since the Nana said that we could take our time, maybe when we're done here, we should take a shower….together.
Marissa: If you keep this up, I'll never get to the grocery store which means there will be no Seder dinner. Seth will be disappointed and it will be miserable to live with him, not to mention the fact that you have to keep yourself refueled. Remember, it is a long weekend.
Ryan: (He pulls her body down to him and kisses the dip between her collar bones, sucking on it briefly before moving his lips along her collar bones and then shoulders as he talks, a kiss between each word.) I'm…already….a…step…ahead….of….you. All…the….banned….food….was….put….out….here,…so….we….can...eat….that...and…each…other.
Marissa: (Her eyes are closed and there is a far off dreamy look on her face and in her smile as even just his lips give her a sense of ecstasy.) And what about your family?
Ryan: I'm with my family right now…you. (She whips her eyes open and stares at him in shock and awe, amazed at what he said and touched. Unable to find words to express what she is feeling at the moment, she just leans over and cups his head in her hands and kisses him gently and sweetly at first, but as the camera fades away from them, the kiss grows in intensity and passion. The camera leaves the poolhouse and goes to the hospital where Caleb and Julie are sitting in a doctor's office, each in a chair facing the man's desk, but he is not there. They are completely silent not even looking at each other. When the doctor walks in and sits down in front of them, they just stare at him not saying a word.)
Doctor: Good morning Mr. Nichol, Mrs. Cooper.
Julie: (She puts on her most flattering smile and flirts with him.) Please, call me Julie.
Doctor: Alright, Julie. (Caleb rolls his eyes recognizing what she is doing and not caring enough to say a word.)
Caleb: If you don't mind, I'd just like to get this over with, and skip the medical jargon; just tell me whether or not the baby is mine. I have someplace to be, and I'm not spending today trapped in a hospital room with a hormonal woman and the clueless doctor who is flirting with her. Have her if you want her; I don't care. At least she'd be your problem then.
Doctor: (He glares at Caleb before opening the folder.) Nurse Williams just handed me this, so let's see what it has to say. (He opens it and reads the information.) The test shows conclusively that the paternity is a match. Congratulations, Mr. Nichol, you're going to be a father.
Caleb: I'm already a father, and this is nothing to celebrate. (He stands up and walks out without taking a further look at Julie who, for the doctor's benefit, lays on the waterworks. The doctor, when he sees this, gets nervous.)
Doctor: Are you alright?
Julie: I'll be fine, I'm just scared that I'm going to end up a single mother and I don't know if I could handle the responsibility of a child on my own. Thank you for your time, but if you'll excuse me, I need to be leaving. (As she opens the door, she turns back around and smiles at the doctor.) Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, please say hello to Nurse Williams, she was so kind and helpful yesterday.
Doctor: Of course. (Julie smiles appreciatively at him before walking out and shutting the door. Once she's gone, the doctor takes a deep sigh of relief.) Hormones! (He shakes his head as if he knows what he's talking about and continues on his way. The camera leaves him and goes to Sandy and Kirsten's bedroom. He is getting ready to go surfing while she is still sleeping in bed. Trying not to wake her, he moves about quietly, but she stirs naturally and groggily sits up looking around the room for him when she sees he's not in the bed any longer. Spotting him searching for something around the room, she smiles to herself knowing that he has, yet again, misplaced his keys.)
Kirsten: Check your briefcase. (He looks up slightly startled at her voice, but walks over quickly, opens his briefcase, and finds his keys. Picking them up, he jingles them in his hands and goes over and kisses her on the cheek.)
Sandy: How do you always do that?
Kirsten: (She smiles up at him.) I think it's a mother thing, constantly watching every action of those you love…to make sure they're safe, and I guess, even though you're definitely not my son, that habit has been passed to you as well.
Sandy: And of course to make sure they don't lose their keys.
Kirsten: Way to ruin the moment Sandy, and (She laughs without giving him a chance to reply.) I know, that's what you do.
Sandy: (He joins in her laughter and sits down on the bed, over the covers while she's still under them.) So, changing the subject and not to something humorous either, what was wrong with Summer last night?
Kirsten: (Her smile disappears and it is replaced with a concerned frown.) Seth and Summer got some bad news yesterday….about having children.
Sandy: No…, I mean they still can, right?
Kirsten: Probably not Sandy.
Sandy: Numbers.
Kirsten: 5 chance to actually conceive, but even if they would they'd have a good chance of losing it anyway before she even reached her second trimester.
Sandy: Wow. (His tone is depressed, his shoulders slumped, and their general moods are on of depression and grief.) I can't believe Seth was so upbeat last night. He definitely wasn't as upset as Summer.
Kirsten: I don't think Seth cares as much as Summer does. I mean, don't get me wrong, Seth wants children, but he doesn't care if they're theirs naturally or if they adopt. You have to remember that before Zoe got here, Seth's only sibling was Ryan, who he is not blood related to at all, but that doesn't matter. He and Ryan could not be any closer even if they were actually full brothers. Summer's never had that experience before. Plus, she's a woman, and no offense Sandy, but these types of things affect us differently. (She gets up out of bed and walks to her vanity and sits down and puts on hand lotion while she talks.) She'll probably never be able to experience what it is like to be a mother, what it is like to carry a life inside of you, and Summer wanted children.
Sandy: You have a point.
Kirsten: It also doesn't help that Ryan and Marissa could have a baby at any time now.
Sandy: What! (He does not like this idea and is slightly angry that they would consider it and that no one has said anything to him.) She's pregnant!
Kirsten: I don't think so, but, from what Summer told me, they're not exactly doing anything to prevent it from happening.
Sandy: I can't believe he would do this!
Kirsten: Sandy, calm down. It's their decision; you can't do anything about it, and frankly, if either couple is ready for a child, it's Ryan and Marissa. Seth and Summer still have a lot of growing up to do.
Sandy: He's just a kid Kirsten!
Kirsten: They're both 21, she has a pretty good job and definitely a bright future, and you know as well as I do that Ryan will be employed at only the best architectural firms if not the Newport Group when he graduates. They'd be fine. You know that and so do I. Besides, there's not trying to get pregnant, they're just not stopping it from happening, you know, tempting fate. Summer didn't say anything, but I think her scare made them afraid.
Sandy: (He is slowly coming around to the idea after he loses the initial shock.) So we might be grandparents soon, and to think we have a daughter who isn't even three yet! Their kids will be closer in age to our daughter than our own kids are to each other.
Kirsten: You just make sure you don't pull a George Banks on me and make it so that Marissa and I are pregnant at the same time!
Sandy: (Laughing.) I don't think that's going to happen if our lack of sexual activity the last couple of weeks continues much longer.
Kirsten: (She stands up and walks into their closet and rummages through the racks looking for something to wear as she talks. She is not in a very good mood and is annoyed with Sandy's attitude towards Ryan earlier and his comment about their sex life.) Well if someone was really interested in spending time with me, they'd get home a little earlier at night or perhaps say more than five words to me as we're passing by each other. You want a sex life, Sandy, be apart of my every day life. (He gets up and moves towards her, but she slams the door in his face, but they talk through it. Whoever is talking is shown by the camera.)
Sandy: You want to talk, let's talk.
Kirsten: We are.
Sandy: Come in Kirsten, through a door? How old are we?
Kirsten: Oh shut up Sandy! I'm getting dressed and I don't feel like doing it in front of you right now!
Sandy: Well that's a good sign for our marriage.
Kirsten: It can just join all the others like walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you, not calling when you're going to be late, barely even seeing your daughter, or the worst thing yet, leaving your own son's engagement party because you got an urgent page from a co-worker.
Sandy: I thought we talked about this already?
Kirsten: No, you talked and explained away your actions thinking that they were excusable and I listened. You never offered one apology or even said that you'd try to change. I've decided this time, I'm going to talk.
Sandy: Fine then, tell me what's on your mind.
Kirsten: We both know that you hate your job, you're miserable, so why won't you quit, or, better yet, why did you even take it!
Sandy: Don't you think that should have been something you asked me before I took the job?
Kirsten: You were so wrapped up in your fantasy world of how fun this job would be that you never even thought it out, and it's not as if you would have listened to a word I said. You would have just told me I wasn't being supportive and that I just wanted you to end up back at the Newport Group, which was not true by the way. I just knew that you do not belong there, working for the government, taking orders from someone else.
Sandy: So okay, you're right, I'm miserable, but I'm not going to quit. (He goes over and sits down on the bed, putting his head in his hands dejectedly.)
Kirsten: I know that, Sandy, come on I've been married to you for 24 years now, give me a little credit here, but you can't keep living like this either, you can't keep pushing your family away. If you don't like this job, why are you working so hard at it?
Sandy: I may not like it, but there's no way I'm going to get shown up by anyone, especially not some young punk attorney who just joined the DA's office or any of my old colleagues.
Kirsten: Speaking of whom, I wonder what they think of your recent switching of the sides.
Sandy: Let's just say the lunch invites have not been rolling in at the same speed as they used to. I've definitely ruffled some feathers down at the PD's office.
Kirsten: (She opens the door and walks out dressed causally. She goes back to vanity and sits down to put her make up on. He changes his position on the bed, takes his head out of his hands, and moves so that he is sitting facing her and not the closet any longer.) Look Sandy, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the fighting, the silence, the walls we've put up around each other, and I'm not doing it anymore. We're not going to let this ruin us, so we need to make some ground rules.
Sandy: I agree.
Kirsten: From now on the absolute latest you can be home is 7:00 unless it is an important meeting or something, and I don't foresee more than one of those a month. If you have work left, do it at home, at least while you work we can sit together and talk.
Sandy: I can handle that.
Kirsten: On Sundays, you have to dedicate at least most of the day to your daughter and I, spending time with us, being a family, doing things like we used to.
Sandy: I've missed that.
Kirsten: We've missed you.
Sandy; Okay, so far we're two for two, what else do you have for me?
Kirsten: You're calling your sons at least once a week if they do come home for the weekend, and twice a week if they don't.
Sandy: They'll love that rule. When I called Tuesday, Summer was painting her nails, Seth was playing video games, and Ryan and Marissa were studying….each other behind his text book. (She laughs softly.) Oh, that reminds me! Make sure that Marissa does not get the traditional four glasses of wine during the Seder tonight. You never know if she's pregnant, and there's no sense in her doing anything foolish just to follow the rules.
Kirsten: Won't she get a little suspicious?
Sandy: Just play it off and maybe she won't even notice.
Kirsten: She's not stupid.
Sandy: If she asks, then we'll just tell her the truth.
Kirsten: Speaking of telling the truth, from now on will you please talk to me about work and what's going on. You can't shut me out Sandy and expect this….us to still work. We have to be able to communicate and we both know that we haven't been these past few weeks.
Sandy: Agreed.
Kirsten: So, are you going surfing this morning?
Sandy: Yeah. Is that okay? (She looks at him as if to say come on Sandy, do you actually think I would ever stop you from doing something you love so much. He laughs and goes up to her and kisses her.) So what are you going to do this morning?
Kirsten: First I'm going to go and wake Zoe up and get her dressed, and then I think I'm going to find some errand to run so as to avoid your Mother and her in the kitchen. I doubt they will want me in there out of fear that I'll mess something up.
Sandy: Why don't you leave Zoe with Ma and Marissa this afternoon and spend some time with Summer? She doesn't have a mother of her own, and I bet she'd appreciate a little motherly affection right now. Maybe you could take her someplace to get mind off what has happened.
Kirsten: I don't think there is anything that will take he mind off not being able to have a baby.
Sandy: Probably not going to be able to have a baby, we've got to hold out a little bit of hope even if it's for Summer's sake.
Kirsten: Maybe facing reality would be the best thing for her. We don't want to build up her expectations, give her said hope, and have it crushed. It'd be like receiving this bad news all over again. She needs to accept what has happened so that she can move on and work towards whatever their next step in life will be. It will be years before they'll be able to adopt, because they can't start the proceedings until after they're married, and once it is started, we all know how long it takes to get a baby.
Sandy: I still think spending time with her is a good idea.
Kirsten: So I do. I'll suggest that we go out to lunch and then we can stop by the South Coast Plaza. I know Summer is a firm believer in retail therapy. (Sandy laughs, stands up, kisses her hair, and then heads out the door speaking over his shoulder.)
Sandy: Have fun, but if I don't get going soon, Ma will corner me and find some favor for me to do for her, and then I'll never get out of here. (She laughs, shakes her head at him, and then goes back to her makeup application as the camera fades away from her. It goes to the kitchen where Seth is sitting reading a comic, eating pudding, and drinking his coffee. Ryan and Marissa walk in from outside, dressed.)
Ryan: What's this, what happened to the morning ritual, no arts and leisure section, no bagel?
Seth: Thought I was getting too predictable, wanted to switch it up a bit.
Marissa: You're always predictable, that's your style. I don't buy it, there's another reason. (Ryan and Marissa stare at Seth waiting for his response.)
Seth: Fine! No one got the paper this morning, and I didn't want to walk outside and get it myself. Plus, I can't eat bagels right now because of Passover, so I'm postponing the morning ritual and having an early morning snack until someone takes pity on me and makes me an omelet or something. Speaking of which, if you, Ryan, wouldn't mind getting the newspaper for me, and if Marissa wouldn't mind fixing me a real breakfast, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks. (He smiles at them dismissively and goes back to eating and reading. Marissa and Ryan look at each other before walking to the coffee pot. He pours himself a cup and turns to her.)
Ryan: Do you want anything to eat?
Marissa: Would you grab me a banana, thanks. I'll eat it on the way. (He reaches over and takes two, one for her and one for himself as she goes to the fridge and gets out a bottle of water. They both go to sit at the table, but approaching footsteps stop them and they turn around to see who is entering the kitchen.)
Sophie: Aw, Marissa, perfect timing. I just finished getting dressed. Are you ready to get going?
Marissa: Sure. (She takes her banana from Ryan's hand, kisses his cheek, and turns to go after the Nana, but Ryan follows her and speaks up.)
Ryan: Hey Sophie?
Sophie: (She turns around and looks at him with an amused smile on her face.) Yeah?
Ryan: How would you like someone to come along who could carry all the bags for you? (Marissa looks at Ryan with a puzzled look on her face, but he winks at her making her smile.)
Sophie: That's the best offer I've had in months, and hey, this way, you can help Marissa tell your guys' story. We were just getting to the good part, New Years Eve, when Mr. Nichol interrupted us yesterday. (Ryan moves over, puts his banana back but keeps his coffee in one hand, and puts his other arm around Marissa's waist and pulls her close to him.)
Ryan: That was when things started to get really interesting. (Marissa playfully pushes him away but he just pulls her closer to him. After putting his cup in the sink, they walk off together laughing, following Sophie who gets slightly ahead of them as Ryan lags behind.)
Marissa: What's this about?
Ryan: I wanted to come with you. What, what's wrong with me wanting to spend time with my gorgeous…
Marissa: Ssshh, okay, come one, what's the real reason? (They have reached the door which Sophie left open, but stop there to talk. He leans against the door jam and she stands right in front of him close.)
Ryan: Didn't want to see Summer yet.
Marissa: (Her smile fades.) Yeah, me either. I really don't know what to say to her, especially because I can have children, want to have children, and will have children no matter what she feels about it.
Ryan: I know, but Seth seems really excited about adopting, so maybe she'll come around too. Maybe I should talk to her.
Marissa: What, why you? I wouldn't say you're her favorite person right now either.
Ryan: Yeah, but my situation with the Cohens was similar to adoption, and I was able to cheer Seth up.
Marissa: How?
Ryan: By telling him at least this way his kids have a chance to be cool and athletic, and then he said they probably wouldn't have rage blackouts either. (Marissa laughs.)
Marissa: You're terrible. (She looks outside and sees Sophie in the car and buckled, takes his hand, and pulls him outside with her.) Come on, we have to go. She's waiting. (Ryan shuts the door behind him but the camera stays in the house and goes back to the kitchen where Seth has just gotten himself another pudding pack and is happily eating away when the doorbell rings. He ignores it; it rings again. Frustrated he begins to yell.)
Seth: Lurch! (The doorbell rings again.) What? Am I the only person alive in this house! Dmn it, I'm hungry! (The doorbell goes off this time, but the person does not stop ringing it. Seth angrily gets out of his chair and walks to the foyer. When he reaches the door he swings it open quickly and speaks to impersonate the way Lurch spoke.) You rang?
Caleb: Seth, stop acting so morose. What is this anyway, making me wait so long at the door? Whatever were you doing, and where's the rest of the family? (Seth walks off towards the kitchen, Caleb follows. When they reach it, Seth sits back down and eats while he talks much to Cal's displeasure who pours himself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter.)
Seth: First of all, aren't you a little early for the Seder dinner? We won't be starting that until this evening. Don't you remember the last one?
Caleb: I wasn't here.
Seth: Oh yeah, that's right. Sorry. (He goes back to eating, but Caleb's stare makes him stop and answer his previous questions.) Okay, I was eating and didn't want to stop, that's why I didn't answer the door right away. I figured someone else would get it, but obviously they're deaf, dumb, dead, or departed, because no one came to answer it and I had to. I know that Ryan, Marissa, and the Nana just left to go grocery shopping, Dad's probably surfing, and Summer's sleeping still, but who knows where Mom and Zoe are. (Under his breath.) Not answering the door obviously.
Caleb: Why are you eating pudding for breakfast?
Seth: Do you not know anything about Judaism?
Caleb: No. Why would I want to?
Seth: Ugh, because half of your family is Jewish. (Caleb just gives him an empty glare.) Fine, live in your sheltered little gentile world. Anyway, not allowed to eat normal breakfast foods like bagels, pancakes, cereal, waffles…..(He gets a far off look of hunger and pure desire on his face as he starts to rattle off the various foods he's not allowed to eat, Caleb sits down in front of him and startles him out of his revelry.)
Caleb: Why?
Seth: Technically, because of the holiday, but really we just do it because the Nana's here and Dad gets all Jewish again when she's around.
Caleb: I'll make you a deal. I'll take you out to breakfast right now, you can have whatever you want and as much as you want, and of course I'll pay, but you invite me to the Seder tonight.
Seth: Really?
Caleb: Would I say it if I didn't mean it?
Seth: No, but why do you want to be here so bad?
Caleb: I don't really want to be here, I just need an excuse to get away from that infuriating woman. She's driving me nuts! Oh, and I also need to speak to your father in private about a very important matter, and I know the only way he'll do that is if there's some important thing going on where he can't start a scene, so I need this as a cover to get in.
Seth: Alright, I can respect that. (He finishes his pudding, stands up, puts his spoon in the sink, and throws the plastic container away. Walking out of the kitchen, he calls over his shoulder.) Hey, let's go; I'm hungry Gramps! (Caleb gets up and walks after him.)
Caleb: Aren't you forgetting something?
Seth: Oh, yeah, so Grandpa, would like you like to join us this evening for Seder dinner?
Caleb: Thanks, Seth, I'd love to.
Seth: Food, now! (With that he walks out the door, leaving it to hang open for Caleb to follow him out. Caleb does and shuts the door behind him laughing to himself as he walks over to his car which Seth is already in waiting. The camera fades out.)
Commercial Break