The last scene takes place during the early afternoon. It starts in the kitchen with Sophie, Ryan, Marissa, and Zoe all working together to cook the Seder dinner. Sophie works somewhat off on her own preparing the brisket simply enjoying watching the other three interact, while they work together on the island to finish cleaning up from making the macaroons. Again, they are adorable together, very perfect family vibe, and Sophie just laps it up.

Ryan: So Zoe, only two more months till your birthday, do you know what you want yet?

Zoe: Hm. (She puts her hand up to her chin and sits and ponders his question making Ryan and Marissa laugh at her dramatics.) I want a baby.

Marissa: You mean like a doll baby?

Zoe: No, a baby, baby, one that cries, and drinks bottles, and poops in its diaper.

Ryan: Don't say poop Zoe.

Zoe: Seth does.

Marissa: Do you really want to be like Seth?

Zoe: NO!

Ryan: Well then don't talk like him.

Zoe: Fine, but I still want a real baby.

Marissa: You can't buy babies, honey.

Zoe: No, you're supposed to have one. (Marissa is speechless, so Ryan steps in.)

Ryan: Zoe, Marissa's not going to have a baby for your birthday. What else do you want?

Zoe: A slide for the pool, a kangaroo, my ears pierced like Mommy, Marissa, and Summer, I want my own boat like Seth has, a car like Summer's,…

Marissa: Wow, a Mercedes, you Newport girls start young don't know?

Zoe: Marissa please, I'm thinking. (This makes Ryan and Marissa laugh at her while she's not looking. As Zoe continues to ramble off the ridiculous things she wants for her birthday, the camera zooms off of her onto Ryan and Marissa so that it can hear them whispering to each other. He has his arms wrapped around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder so that he can whisper in her ear. Her head is turned so that she can whisper back. As they talk, the hands that are resting on her hip bones, slowly move and his thumbs begin to massage the skin just visible between her jeans and tank top.)

Ryan: Can't you just what it will be like to have a few of her?

Marissa: It will be fun, won't it?

Ryan: Little girls with your long blonde hair and adorable freckles.

Marissa: With your piercing eyes.

Ryan: Nope, your eyes and your nose.

Marissa: (She laughs.) Do they get to look like you at all?

Ryan: Nope.

Marissa: Now, when you say a few, does that mean you have a number in mind now, and don't tell me you've gone over to the dark side with Zoe there and think we should have a dozen?

Ryan: Nope, I'm thinking two.

Marissa: (Her face falls.) You only want two kids?

Ryan: Two dozen. (She playfully pushes him away from her.)

Marissa: Are you insane?

Ryan: What, it would be fun to make them!

Marissa: We can have fun before, during, and after we quit making babies.

Ryan: We better! (She laughs.)

Marissa: Now, come on, tell me, what are you thinking, how many do you want?

Ryan: I know I'd like to have at least one of each, but I want more than two. What about four?

Marissa: Or five?

Ryan: No more than six.

Marissa: Unless….

Ryan: Really?

Marissa: What?

Ryan: How many are you thinking?

Marissa: Don't worry, I was thinking four or five, but if we had more, it would be okay as long as we could take care of them properly, give them everything they deserve to have.

Ryan: I will make sure of that. (He leans in and kisses her gently, and when they pull apart they have a very angry little girl staring at them. As they turn to her, they try to hide their laughter.)

Marissa: Zoe, honey, what's wrong?

Zoe: You weren't listening to me!

Ryan: Of course we were.

Zoe: Well then what did I say I wanted?

Ryan: A lot of stuff you'll never get. (Zoe starts to pout.)

Marissa: But you will get other things that you'll like.

Ryan: As long as you're good and don't pout. (Zoe looks up at him scared. Her lip starts to tremble as she is about to cry.) Hey, Zoe, I was just teasing you; of course you'll get presents because you're the best little girl in the whole world. (Instantly, her face lights up at the compliment and her earlier sadness is forgotten. He picks her up off the counter where they had let her sit so she could help and holds her closely to him on one of his hips, and he holds Marissa with his free arm around the waist. As he does so, he gazes deeply into Marissa eyes and she instinctively puts one of her hands on his face, cupping it, as he leans into it. Sophie sees all, and speaks interrupting the moment.)

Sophie: I'm almost done here, and Zoe needs a nap. Kirsten said that she and Summer would not be back till close to dinner, so would you two mind taking care of her while I finish up in here? (Ryan and Marissa share a sly look before replying.)

Ryan: Sure, it'd be our pleasure. (He turns back to Zoe.) Come on kid, time for our naps.

Zoe: You're going to take one, too? (The three of them still holding onto each other walk out of the room and go into the foyer.)

Ryan: Sure, but we're going to have to take our nap out in the poolhouse.

Zoe: But Seth's out there.

Ryan: Well then I guess we'll just sleep in Seth's bed. (Marissa laughs at his evil plot, but then reconsiders. While speaking, she makes sure she makes her point with her eyes to Ryan because she can't say what she's thinking in front of Zoe.)

Marissa: Oh no, I don't think so. Seth and Summer sleep in that bed, which means, I'm not! (Ryan realizes what she's saying and laughs.)

Ryan: Alright, so the guest room?

Marissa: Perfect. (They start walking up the stairs as she whispers to him.) The door does lock doesn't it?

Ryan: Oh yeah!

Zoe: Oh yeah, what?

Ryan: Oh yeah it's time for a nap. (Zoe rolls her eyes at him, Marissa laughs, but when they reach the landing on the stairs, the doorbell rings. Ryan hands Zoe to Marissa and starts to walk down the stairs.) I'll be back up in a minute, just let me answer the door.

Marissa: Make it quick, I'm tired. (She disappears up the stairs as Ryan opens the door to reveal Caleb standing there.)

Ryan: Mr. Nichol. Hello. (He realizes that he hasn't opened the door all the way or invited him in out of surprise.) Oh, I'm sorry, come in. (He steps aside and Caleb does as Ryan said. Once the door is closed, Ryan turns back to him.) Kirsten isn't here. She and Summer went out to lunch and shopping, but Seth's out in the poolhouse and Sophie is cooking. I'd get Zoe for you, but Marissa and I were just about to put her down for her nap. Is there anything I can do for you?

Caleb: (Actually smiling slightly as Ryan attempts to be as polite and helpful to him as he can be.) I'm actually here to speak to Sandy. Is he in?

Ryan: (He looks slightly confused.) Yeah, he's working in his office. (There is a slight pause, awkward as both are unsure if they should be saying anything else.) Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to get up to Zoe.

Caleb: Yes, of course. Tell Zoe I'll see her tonight, at the Seder dinner. (Ryan is surprised to hear this and reacts in accordance. Caleb sees his reaction and laughs.) Trust me, I have ulterior motives, but I promise I'm not here to cause problems, just hiding out from Julie. (Ryan laughs.)

Ryan: I can understand that. (Another awkward moment of silence is followed by them both speaking at the same time.) I um….

Caleb: I'll see… (They both realize what the other intends to say, so they shake their head to acknowledge it, and then go their separate ways. As Ryan walks off up the stairs, the camera stays with Caleb as he goes into Sandy's office. He knocks on the side of the door jam before walking in. Sandy looks up from his desk with a smile on his face as it quickly fades when he sees who he's looking at.) Can we talk?

Sandy: About what?

Caleb: Julie.

Sandy: I thought the deal was that anything you had to say to me would go through Jimmy and that he was the only person whom I'd be working with.

Caleb: Look, he's off trying to track down the nurse who performed the test of Julie, and I really need someone to talk to, someone whom I trust to give me sound advice.

Sandy: And I'm that person, since when? I thought I was too incompetent to work for you?

Caleb: What is this Sandy, are you fishing for a compliment?

Sandy: No, I'm trying to figure out where this sudden faith in my judgment and character stems from.

Caleb: Look, I've always known that you're a good lawyer, and you're too self-righteous and moral to take advantage of my trust. I just couldn't work with you, you would've stood in my way on some things that I wanted to do, so I had to push you out. End of story.

Sandy: Couldn't you have just stayed retired?

Caleb: I don't do well with all that time on my hands. I seem to get myself into trouble.

Sandy: And you so don't get into trouble when you're working!

Caleb: Look are you going to invite me in so that I can sit, or are you going to make me stand here the entire time so that the whole dmn house can hear every word we say, because either way, I'm talking to you.

Sandy: Fine, sit. (Caleb walks over and sits down in one of the chairs in front of Sandy's desk.) Now, what's so important?

Caleb: It's about Julie.

Sandy: Well I assumed that much.

Caleb: So we got the paternity test results back this morning, and supposedly I'm a match.

Sandy: You can't argue with DNA.

Caleb: I don't really even believe she's pregnant.

Sandy: Well then what the hell did they test?

Caleb: Look, Lance has been getting away from Jimmy, and we both know what kind of character he is, you've seen his file. I think they may have set something up with the nurse.

Sandy: Have you talked to her?

Caleb: She's disappeared.

Sandy: Well that's a bad sign.

Caleb: That's why Jimmy's trying to track her down.

Sandy: So what do you want to do?

Caleb: I want her out of my house.

Sandy: But what if she really is pregnant, you can't kick her out until you know for sure. I mean, if it is really your kid, you've got to keep her around at least until the baby's born so that you can get him or her away from Julie. There is no way you can leave an innocent child in her care.

Caleb: I know that. (There is a slight pause while he thinks to himself.) You have to admire her though.

Sandy: I do?

Caleb: Think about it. She is a master manipulator. I didn't see anything coming until it was too late, and we all know that I'm not a foolish man. I'm not someone it's easy to pull something over on.

Sandy: True.

Caleb: She did or at least she's gotten way too close to succeeding for my taste.

Sandy: We all warned you.

Caleb: I know, but anyway, what do you think I should do with her now?

Sandy: Keep her happy, do what she wants, lull her into a state of contentment where she thinks she doesn't have to strategize anything, where she thinks that she's won. She'll become sloppy then, and it will buy us time to figure out exactly what she did and get the proof we need to get rid of her once and for all.

Caleb: Alright, so what does that mean?

Sandy: Do I have to spell it out for you? What has she been after this whole time, your money, so you let her think she's going to get it, propose to her, promise to marry her, take care of the child, say everything she wants to hear, and give her some money, too. Hopefully, she'll pay off Lance, so he won't be hanging around any longer. He'd catch on to us if he were, so we need him gone. Get rid of the bodyguards, and hire some PI's to work with Jimmy. Bring that nurse back, and if she tells us what we need to know, then we promise to help her get out of trouble if she helps us convict Lance and Julie.

Caleb: What, you mean, send her to jail?

Sandy: Julie, yes. I can only imagine what she and Lance have been up to if they got a once competent nurse to forge the paternity test results, bribery, coercion, blackmail. If we get the right proof, we might be able to send them away for a few years each at least.

Caleb: That would definitely take care of that problem.

Sandy: We need to tell Kirsten, and then the kids as well.

Caleb: I don't know Sandy. I don't want anything to be revealed too soon.

Sandy: Look, Kirsten is your daughter, and if she hears from Julie that she's pregnant, she'll be devastated. You need to tell her exactly what is going on, including the fact that you suspect it is all a set up so that she can be prepared. You owe her that much.

Caleb: Fine, tell Kiki, but that's it. The kids don't get to know.

Sandy: First of all, I'm not telling Kirsten, you are. This is your mess, not mine. Secondly, I want to tell the kids for a very practical reason. Marissa might be able to help us; she might know things about Julie that we can put to good use.

Caleb: Oh come on, if there was anything to know, Jimmy would have told me.

Sandy: Please, Jimmy was practically a ghost in that house for years, he wouldn't have noticed if anything happened to Julie or if she did anything worth remembering, but Marissa would, and she would have no qualms in helping to bring down Julie. Plus, the girls can ask questions around the hospital for us without making anyone suspicious. They can pretend to be friends with this nurse and looking for her because they haven't talked to her in a few days.

Caleb: Do you always have to be right?

Sandy: Yes, but I'll make you a deal. You tell Kirsten by herself, and I'll tell the rest of the family when the time is right, but not tonight for either of us. We have a family dinner later, and I won't have you staying and ruining it by letting everyone know the news.

Caleb: Actually, I am staying because I was invited.

Sandy: (Surprised.) You were, by whom?

Caleb: Seth, I blackmailed him with a carbohydrate filled breakfast.

Sandy: You can always get to that one through his stomach.

Caleb: But I won't cause a scene, promise. We won't discuss Julie at all, and I'll attempt to be pleasant.

Sandy: Even to Ryan?

Caleb: I have to.

Sandy: Ah, right, the deal you made with Kirsten.

Caleb: Don't remind me.

Sandy: Buck up, Cal. If you would just keep your pride bottled up long enough to realize it, I don't think you hate Ryan at all. I think you see how great he is, but you don't want to admit that you were wrong about him. Kirsten's right though, you better change your tune soon, because if you don't, your competition will get him and he'll drive the Newport Group to bankruptcy….again, and the next time Kirsten and I might not be able to pick up your shattered pieces.

Caleb: Are you finished yet?

Sandy: For now.

Caleb: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to harass your mother. It is so fun to make that woman mad. (With that he stands up and walks out of the room leaving Sandy slightly puzzled by his last statement, but he shrugs it off and goes back to work. The scene switches and goes to Kirsten and Summer. They are getting pedicures and facial at the same time, so while they can't move and their eyes are covered with cucumbers, they talk.)

Kirsten: Summer?

Summer: Hm?

Kirsten: Can we talk?

Summer: Sure. About what?

Kirsten: You….and Marissa and Ryan.

Summer: Look, I know what you're going to say, I've been telling myself this since our fight yesterday, but it doesn't change how I feel.

Kirsten: You've been telling yourself what?

Summer: That they're not doing this to hurt me, that I have nothing to do with this. It's their decision and they can't dictate their life on my personal issues. I can't expect them not to have children because I can't. I know this in my head, but there's no way I can accept it yet in my heart.

Kirsten: What are you going to do about it?

Summer: Try to avoid them.

Kirsten: You live together, you and Marissa work together, she's your best friend, Ryan is Seth's best friend and his brother; there is no way you can avoid them.

Summer: I might have to see them, but I don't have to talk to them or watch them as they flirt or fool around with each other.

Kirsten: That is not going to fix anything.

Summer: Don't you think I know that, but what other option do I have?

Kirsten: What about therapy? Someplace where you can express all this anger you feel to someone who will understand and know of different techniques that will help you deal with these emotions.

Summer: I don't need a shrink; I need a baby.

Kirsten: And chances are, Summer, you're not going to get one…at least not naturally. I know this sounds harsh, but the sooner you wake up to that realization, the sooner you can deal with what is going on and move forward instead of wallowing in this deep depression of pain, fear, hatred, and jealousy.

Summer: No doctors. I've seen enough doctors recently and none of them help. All they do is give me bad news.

Kirsten: You know that you can always come to me, but I'm not a professional. I don't know if what I'm telling you is valuable information or advice. It's just my opinion on the situation.

Summer: An opinion which I value very highly.

Kirsten: I really think you should reconsider the idea of a therapist, and you also need to sit down and rationally discuss how you're feeling with Ryan and Marissa. They're not going to change their lives for you, but I bet they would make concessions to help you out, to make it a little easier for you.

Summer: I can't do that yet.

Kirsten: When then?

Summer: Soon.

Kirsten: How soon?

Summer: I don't know, alright! God, Kirsten, get off my freaking back! (Summer takes the cucumber slices off her eyes and starts to sit up. Kirsten hears moments so she takes hers off as well and sees what Summer is doing. Once Summer stands up and begins to walk away, Kirsten's harsh voice stops her.)

Kirsten: Stop right there Summer Roberts! You do not get to walk away from me right now. Sit down now! (The employees who were in the room quickly filter out to leave the two women in privacy. Summer whirls around to face her and yells right back.)

Summer: You do not get to speak to me like that! You're not my mother!

Kirsten: You're right, I'm not your mother, (She is now on her own feet and takes a few steps towards Summer so that they are only a few paces apart.) but right now at this point in your life, I'm the closest thing to a mother that you've had in years, and I don't care whether you like it or not, you're going to listen to what I have to say to you!

Summer: What! What do you have to say that is so important!

Kirsten: You need to quit acting like a selfish brat, Summer! I know that this is hard, that life has dealt you a raw deal, but no one caused this, no one is to blame! It's just fate. Seth has accepted it, and, sure, it's different for a woman, but he's excited about the future, about adopting, but if you push his family out, if you ostracize Ryan and Marissa, you might not only loose your ability to have children, you might loose your fiancée, too! Find someway to deal with these emotions, in a healthy way, and move on with your life. If you don't, your life is going to move on without you.

Summer: Are you done yet?

Kirsten: I don't know, did you even hear a word I said?

Summer: Yeah, but why the hell should I listen to you? It's not like you have any idea what I going through!

Kirsten: You're right, I was able to have children, and I will be grateful for that my entire life. That is why you need to talk to a professional and talk to Seth about this. He is going through this with you, and sure, he messed up at the doctor's by saying the wrong thing, but that's Seth, that's apart of his charm and why we love him. He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to make you happy. Maybe, if you talk to him, he can make you just as excited about adopting as he is.

Summer: Adopting is different. Sure, I'll love the child, but he or she won't be mine.

Kirsten: I beg to differ. I did not give birth to Ryan, and I did not know him till he was a teenager, but he is my son, no different than Seth, and there is nothing that can change that. Sure, I regret not being able to know him when he was little, but I have a lifetime to spend with him making up for that lost time. I wouldn't trade him for ten biological children, because Summer, when you're dealing with love, DNA and blood don't matter. Someday when you and Seth adopt, you won't love your child any differently that mothers' who give birth to their children do. Once that child is placed in your arms, he or she is yours, nothing can change that. (By the time Kirsten has finished, Summer is crying. Kirsten approaches her warily, and when the young woman does not pull away, Kirsten takes her in her arms. Summer sobs into her shoulder and holds on tight.)

Summer: I just wish my Mom was here now. I miss her so much. (Summer continues to sob as Kirsten's face displays the pain and remorse she feels for her future daughter-in-law. The scene leaves them and goes back to the house. It is later, almost time for the Seder to begin. Sandy and Sophie are setting the table together, putting the finishing touches on it.)

Sandy: So, Ma, how's the trip been so far?

Sophie: Other than the fact that I'm in California, that the ocean can be seen outside from every window of this house, that the dmn sun wakes me up every morning way too early for someone who's supposed to be on vacation, and the fact that Kirsten's father seems to think that we're friends all of sudden as he constantly hangs out around here, it hasn't been that bad.

Sandy: (He laughs.) Cal's having lady problems.

Sophie: With Marissa's Mom right?

Sandy: Yeah, and even I feel sorry for him, so you can figure out just how bad this seed is.

Sophie: I know all about her. Marissa and I, well and in fact Ryan and Zoe, too, have spent a lot of time together, getting to know one another.

Sandy: And?

Sophie: And I love her. She's wonderful, exactly the type of woman you should have married, well except that she's not Jewish, but I could have gotten past that part or at least perhaps gotten her to switch religions.

Sandy: Marissa's not a push over, Ma.

Sophie: I know that. (There is a slight pause.) They are just so happy together.

Sandy: I know and speaking of which, guess what Kirsten told me.

Sophie: What?

Sandy: That you might be a great-grandmother soon. The rumor swirling around the house is that they're not trying to have a baby, but they're not doing anything to stop it.

Sophie: Oh, from what I've seen, they're doing somethings to make a baby. (Sandy laughs.)

Sandy: So you noticed that, too?

Sophie: What, that they can't keep their hands off each other? Of course I noticed. I may be old, but I'm not blind or senile. I know a couple in love when I see one, and those two are long gone!

Sandy: Have been since they met each other.

Sophie: They told me.

Sandy: Told you what?

Sophie: All about their relationship.

Sandy: And?

Sophie: It's like a movie script.

Sandy: (Laughs again.) I've never thought of it that way before, but you're right.

Sophie: Speaking of becoming a Grandmother, make sure you don't Marissa have the four glasses of wine tonight, just in case.

Sandy: Already thought of. Kirsten and I talked about that this morning.

Sophie: Good. Now you need to go and get dressed and so do I. I'll go and see if Marissa would mind getting Zoe ready.

Sandy: (He starts to walk off towards his room.) Thanks. (Sophie walks into the kitchen and looks into the family room where Cal, Seth, and Zoe are sitting together watching a movie. Seth is enthralled, Cal is snoring softly, and Zoe is poking him trying to wake him up.)

Sophie: Zoe! (The little girl looks up guiltily.) Stop doing that to your Grandpa, now come here. (Zoe gets off the couch and comes running into the room.) I want you to go upstairs to your room. Marissa will be up in a minute to help you get ready, okay?

Zoe: Okay, Nana. (She skips off laughing to herself. Before Sophie can go outside, she hears Seth's voice.)

Seth: Now this is the penultimate scene in the fight between Spiderman and…. (Shaking her head, she opens the door to go outside to the poolhouse and shuts it behind her blocking out whatever else Seth was going to say. The sun is setting, so the poolhouse lights are on. As she approaches the door, she knocks on it. After a few seconds, a fully dressed Ryan opens the door.)

Ryan: Hey Sophie, come on in. Do you need more help in the kitchen?

Sophie: Actually, I was just coming to ask if Marissa could do me a favor, get Zoe dressed while I get ready, but she's busy, so I'll just do it myself. (Just then Marissa opens the door to the bathroom and walks out dressed. As soon as she appears, Ryan's eyes become transfixed upon her. She is dressed simply in a knee length, flowing, royal blue, cotton skirt and layered tank tops, the bottom the same color as the skirt and the top one a plain white one. On her feet, she's just wearing flip-flops, her makeup is very minimal, and her hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.)

Marissa: Hey Sophie. Do you need more help in the kitchen? (Sophie laughs. Ryan and Marissa look at each other puzzled.) What?

Sophie: You two just said almost the exact same thing. I just found it humorous, that's all.

Marissa; Oh, okay, but do you need…

Sophie: Help, yes, but not in the kitchen. I was just wondering if since you're ready if you would get Zoe dressed for me while I go upstairs and get ready myself.

Marissa: Sure. (She walks towards the poolhouse doors and follows Sophie out of them until she notices that Ryan is not behind her. She stops and turns around.) Are you coming? (He gives her a sideways grin, turns off the lights, and shuts the door behind him as he takes her hand and lets her lead him inside. The cameras fade out and comes back up with everyone sitting around the table. Everyone is smiling and talking amongst themselves except for Summer who is silent. Her face is puffy, too, from all of her crying, but everyone just politely ignores it for her.)

Marissa: Uh, Kirsten? (Marissa leans over to her because they are sitting beside each other.) Why don't I have wine? I don't want to not follow the rules of the meal even if I'm not Jewish; I'll still respect their traditions?

Kirsten: What traditions?

Marissa: You know the four glasses of wine all participants are obligated to drink during various portions of the meal.

Kirsten: We just thought it would be wise not to let you have any….just in case. (Ryan is now listening in. Marissa turns to him and they share a look where they question each other as to whether or not they should just play along or tell them about their current situation. After a moment, she turns back to Kirsten.)

Marissa: But I'm not pregnant.

Kirsten: As far as you know, but we don't want to take a chance, so don't worry about it, okay? (Marissa looks at Ryan again and he just smiles slightly.)

Marissa: (Uncertain.) Sure.

Seth: Are you about done down there? (Seth, sitting at the opposite end of the table, yells.) Mom and Marissa are whispering like school girls, Ryan and Marissa are exchanging guarded looks with each other, and all the while I'm sitting here starving, waiting for this to begin. I mean really, it's long enough already; we don't need any more delays.

Ryan: Then why don't you shut up and let us begin. (Everyone, except Summer who is just ignoring everyone, and Seth laugh together.)

Sandy: So are we ready to get this show on the road?

Caleb: Yes. I can't wait to eat some of those macaroons Zoe made with Marissa and Ryan that she showed me. (Everyone laughs this time except for Summer, for the same reason, and Cal, who is clueless as to what's so funny.)

Seth: As I said to Ryan a few years ago at his first Seder, we've got like six more hours, strap in, Grandpa. (There are smiles and laughs around the table, well again except for Summer, as they either relive that memory or take pleasure in teasing Caleb now. The camera pans out from the touching family scene.)

End of Episode #11