Episode #13: The Wedding Bell Blues?
It is the next evening, finals week has begun, and there is still tension in the air at the four friends' apartment. Sitting around after dinner on Monday evening, lounging and relaxing while trying to return to a sense of normalcy, Ryan and Marissa are laying together on the couch wrapped in each other as he softly caresses up and down her arm but doing nothing sexual much to Summer's relief. She is sitting with her legs tucked under her in the overstuffed arm chair drinking a cup of hot chocolate, while Seth is leaning back against her chair on his laptop working on a project. The room is silent for a few minutes until Summer breaks it by speaking up rather loudly at first but lowering her voice to fit the situation.
Summer: (Her voice is slightly too loud.) Soooo, (Ryan and Marissa wince at the volume of her voice, which she notices, so she adjusts it before she continues to speak. Seth is lost in his own world and does not even notice the conversation. When are you two done with your finals? Cohen here, as you already know only has one test, but he has projects out the wazoo and told me he won't be done until Thursday morning.
Ryan: My last test is Thursday afternoon while Marissa's in the morning, but she has to work.
Summer: Well, what about Friday, Coop? (Marissa smiles slightly and looks up at Ryan to see if he notices the endearment being used as well. He did, but Summer never noticed what she said and continues speaking.) What time do you get off then? I was just curious what time we'd be heading to Newport? (Ryan and Marissa exchange glances surprised that she didn't know about their plans.)
Ryan: You mean you don't know?
Marissa: We just assumed that Seth…..he didn't tell you?
Summer: Tell me what?
Ryan: We're not going to Newport this weekend.
Marissa: We're going away together, just the two of us after I get off of work on Thursday.
Summer: What about Friday? (Marissa looks up and smiles at Ryan.)
Marissa: Somebody here got me the day off without me even having to ask.
Summer: (She is a little annoyed.) Well, thanks for letting me know! (She nudges Seth with her knee which makes him just scoot away from her and continue working.)
Marissa: But we thought Seth…..I mean, we told him, and you know how well he keeps a secret….
Summer: It would have been nice to hear it from you, but obviously you didn't find it important to tell me, so….
Marissa: It's not like that Sum.
Summer: What is it like then?
Ryan: Maybe if you'd actually been speaking to Marissa last week she would have had a chance to tell you! (Summer's mouth drops open in shock when she hears what he said to her. Angrily, she wipes a tear away and gets up and walks off to her room slamming the door. Ryan wipes his face as if he's trying to clear it of his sorrow and disappointment in himself. Marissa leans up and kisses his cheek. Just as she goes to say something, her phone starts to ring. Because it's in her back pocket, Ryan reaches automatically for it for her and then hands it to her. She opens it and smiles slightly when she hears who is on the other end. Only her portion of the conversation can be heard.)
Marissa: Sandy! (Pause.) I'm good; how are you? (Pause.) Um tomorrow? (She looks up at Ryan for a moment as if thinking.) We could both meet you for breakfast but that's about it. With finals our schedules are little messed up. (Pause.) Great, we'll see you tomorrow at 9:00 at the diner. (Pause.) Bye Sandy. (She hangs up her phone and just places it down on the coffee table.) So…
Ryan: (Smiling.) Breakfast tomorrow morning with Sandy sounds great. Is this about Julie?
Marissa: The one and only. (She looks around the living room at Seth who is still lost in his work, stands up and pulls Ryan up with her.) Come on, it's depressing out here. Let's go to our room. (As she says 'our', her eyebrows wiggle as if to tease him and she giggles as he takes the lead and pulls her away. The camera leaves the apartment and goes to Caleb who is sitting at his desk, drinking a glass of scotch and reading over the newspaper. Unbeknownst to him, Julie has just walked into the room, strutting around in very skimpy pajamas and heals. She crosses in front of him and pulls the paper down over the top of the desk and leaves it to lay there before she speaks.)
Julie: My divorce is final as of Wednesday, which means, we're getting married….soon.
Caleb: How soon?
Julie: (Off handedly as if it is a casual thing to say and an easily accepted idea.) Friday. (Leaving Caleb with a stunned fake, she saunters off believing that she has won the battle.
Caleb: Friday! (He reaches for the phone and flips it open, scanning down until he finds the person he wants. The camera only shows Caleb again.) We need to talk….now! I'll meet you at the office in a little while. (He hangs up the phone quickly and slams it down on his desk in a swift, angry motion as the camera leaves him and goes to Caitlyn who is reading quietly in her bed. Her cell phone rings, and as she keeps her eyes glued to the page, she reaches over blindly to the table and picks up the phone after a few rings. When she answers it, she sounds as if she is in another world. Only her voice is heard.)
Caitlyn: Hello? (There is a silent pause, but as she listens, she snaps up into a sitting position, tosses the book aside without marking it and swings her legs over the side of the bed. As she talks she rushes about the room, slipping on her shoes, grabbing her purse, and picking up a jacket and throwing it over her arm to take it with her.) Are you serious? (Another slight pause.) I'm leaving right now. I'll be there in a few. (As she says the last sentence, she slips out of her door and hangs up her phone and she pulls the door closed. The camera fades out and scene goes to credits.)
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As the second scene picks up, it is back in Caleb's office. It watches him grab his keys, cell, and jacket. He locks up his desk and file cabinet before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him. As he stalks his way outside to his waiting car, Julie stands in a window upstairs and watches him pull out with a smirk on her face. She picks up the phone and calls down to the staff.
Julie: Yes, this is Ms. Cooper. Would you please have a car sent up for me as soon as possible? (She hangs up the phone and smiles to herself.) I'm about to go have some fun. (Laughing, she steps away from the window and gathers her things together as well and exits the opulent bedroom, shutting the lights off on her way. As the door closes behind her onto the dark room, the camera leaves her and it goes back to the apartment. Seth is still sitting on the floor of the living room working on his laptop. He has music playing in the background. The song should be Beck's "Lost Cause". Summer comes out of their room dressed for bed in a pair of shorts and a skimpy camisole. Bored and trying to get his attention, she sits behind him on the chair and wraps her legs behind his sides and leans in to give him a massage as she breathes heavily into his neck.)
Seth: (His voice sounds slightly annoyed.) Summer, please.
Summer: Please what Cohen?
Seth: Please quit doing that! I'm trying to finish this at a decent hour so that I can actually get some sleep tonight, and if you keep distracting me, I won't be able to concentrate.
Summer: Maybe I don't want you to be able to concentrate; maybe distracting you was my intention. (She scoots her body closer to his so that she is pressed up against his back while her legs are still wrapped around him, moving her hands from his shoulders down his chest.)
Seth: Summer, I said stop, please! (She moves away from him and stands up angry. As she goes to confront him, he just ignores her which just annoys her even more.)
Summer: Look, I'm sorry if I haven't been in the mood lately. I get that you're mad about that.
Seth: Look, I understand, really, I just don't have time right now for this.
Summer: For this, for us?
Seth: Yeah. (His voice sounds dead, like he doesn't care.) When I was in the mood for the past few weeks, after we were once again allowed to have sex, you weren't.
Summer: Because I'd just gotten news that I couldn't have children! I doubt any woman would have wanted to have sex then Cohen! It's not like I was feeling very desirable!
Seth: Sounded like the perfect time to me, we were hurting, we could have comforted each other, and it's not like we had to worry about protection, and according to Ryan, it's even better without.
Summer: (She picks up a pillow from the couch and hits him with it hard.) God Cohen, just because you don't want me anymore does not give you the right to treat me like this, to be an ass!
Seth: Summer, I never said I didn't want you; I just don't want you right now. Right now I want peace and quiet so that I can concentrate on this project and get it done. Obviously, you don't remember what it was like during finals, because you dropped out, but not all of us are lucky enough to have a job handed to us.
Summer: Oh, is that how you see my job, that it was handed to me like a gift!
Seth: Well, can you honestly tell me they would have even known you even existed without Marissa telling them about you. Hell no!
Summer: And who got Marissa her job, that's right we did!
Seth: Too bad after they saw her resume and credentials they loved her and hired her because of what she had to offer and not because my Grandfather mentioned her!
Summer: And why did they hire me after she recommended me?
Seth: I don't know, you tell me. Pretty face, sexy body, even if you couldn't act, which I'm not saying you can't, but even if you couldn't, people wouldn't care because they could still lust after you.
Summer: Oh, this is rich! You don't want me, but it's not alright for other guys to want me! Where is this coming from Cohen!
Seth: Nowhere. I just wanted to get some work done in peace and quiet, and even when I asked you to stop, you kept doing it anyway. All I wanted was a little bit of common courtesy and respect, was that too much to ask for!
Summer: All I wanted was to spend time with my fiancé.
Seth: Well I guess we're in different places tonight, aren't we? How do you like it! (He gets up and takes his laptop with him, slamming it shut and ending the music abruptly. As he walks towards the door, she follows him looking upset, her anger now vanished.)
Summer: Cohen, it's getting late. Where are you going?
Seth: Out!
Summer: (She grabs hold of his arm and tries to hold him back with her so that he can't leave.) Out where?
Seth: I don't think I should tell you. You might try to follow me and start up round two, and I really couldn't take that right now Summer! Why don't you go and watch The Valley or something, just let me go. (He shakes his arm free of her and leaves, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. Slowly, as tears slide down her cheeks, she shuts the door for him and runs to her room before she completely looses control. The camera leaves her and goes into Ryan and Marissa's bedroom. They, too, have music on, so they did not hear the fight that just occurred between Seth and Summer. The song that is playing should be song #2. Ryan is lounging on their bed on his side, supposedly studying, but watching Marissa intently while she packs. She is singing along with the music, totally oblivious to her admiring audience. When he speaks he startles her.)
Ryan: Marissa (She jumps at the sound of his voice saying her name, but quickly laughs at herself.), why the hell are you packing tonight? We don't leave until Thursday; that's three days away!
Marissa: Why not?
Ryan: Because there are better things to do with your time.
Marissa: I know, but you're studying or at least you were,… I thought.
Ryan: I am. (She looks at him like she doesn't believe him.)
Marissa: Uh-huh, and what exactly are you studying?
Ryan: The perfect blueprint… (He then lowers his voice and speaks under his breath so that she can't hear him.) of a woman.
Marissa: Yeah, right! Let's see how much you've memorized so far. Describe it to me. (Because she is packing, she does not see his eyes as he watches her move while he describes 'the blueprint'.)
Ryan: Well, it has long, clean, curved lines, perfectly proportioned.
Marissa: Go on.
Ryan: Two domes.
Marissa: Domes?
Ryan: They're small, but I think they're the ideal size, just enough to tantalize the eye and keep it entertained, but not too much that they over power you.
Marissa: Seriously, this is the perfect blueprint, because it sounds strange?
Ryan: Positive. Nothing has even come close before.
Marissa: Who designed it?
Ryan: It wasn't exactly designed; it's more what I would call a dream actualized.
Marissa: (She laughs at him.) Yeah, and I bet your professor will love that answer when you give it on the final.
Ryan: Oh, my professor knows nothing about this blueprint and he never will. This is one I'm studying for myself, my own pleasure.
Marissa: Pleasure? Okay, Ryan, you're seriously starting to scare me here. You're sounding almost as lame as Seth.
Ryan: Trust me, Seth would not know what to do to this blueprint; he'd have no idea how to treat it, enjoy it, or help bring it to its full potential.
Marissa: Obviously, because he's not an architect and he's not studying to be one.
Ryan: This has nothing to do with architecture.
Marissa: What?
Ryan: Let's just say he doesn't have the endurance to see this blueprint to the finish, to the climax. (As he says climax he hitches his voice so as to get her attention. Finally, she begins to catch on to what he's been talking about and whirls around to face him. His face is covered in a lustful smile, his eyes ablaze with desire.)
Marissa: Ryan Atwood!
Ryan: Marissa Cooper. (Instead of mock anger like her tone, his tone is filled false innocence.)
Marissa: I can't believe you, and to think I actually believed all those lines you were feeding me!
Ryan: What can I say, I'm good!
Marissa: (Laughing at him.) You are so far from good it's not even funny!
Ryan: I don't think you meant that as a compliment, I think you were referring to my behavior, but I'm going to take it as one and switch it around to mean, in my mind, that I'm much better than good….in bed.
Marissa: Ugh, you're impossible. We're supposed to be working on serious things here, you studying for your finals, me packing for this weekend.
Ryan: This long weekend. (She puts her hands on her hips and just glares at him.) Well if you keep that up, we might not be going anywhere. There's no way I'm spending a long weekend with you if you're going to act like this.
Marissa: Like what?
Ryan: Stingy, bashful, no fun because you won't play any games with me.
Marissa: So, we're playing a game right now.
Ryan: Well, I was trying to.
Marissa: You're not going to let me get any work done, are you?
Ryan: Nope.
Marissa: (She smiles at him ruefully.) Fine. Just let me go change into something more comfortable and then we'll play a game, but….
Ryan: (He was starting to smile and get up, but her but stopped him cold in his tracks.) But what?
Marissa: What about your final tomorrow?
Ryan: I know this stuff almost as well as I know every freckle on your naked body.
Marissa: (She moves towards him sultrily and lays down on top of him and kisses him deeply.) Well then I guess someone should pass with flying colors. (As he goes to pull her closer for another deep kiss, she jumps off of him and runs giggling into the bathroom. He sighs in frustration.)
Ryan: Marissa!
Marissa: I told you I wanted to change into something more comfortable. (He lays there for a few minutes with a very frustrated look on his face and eyes closed until they pop open and he smiles. He runs out of the door. As soon as he leaves, Marissa comes back into the room wearing a pink, sheer baby-doll teddy. Her hair, which had been haphazardly thrown up before, is now cascading down her back in slight waves. When she looks around the room and sees he's not there, she looks puzzled.) Ryan?
Ryan: (He's yelling from outside of their room.) Be in in just a sec. I had to grab something. (She smiles and situates herself on the bed, laying on her stomach with her feet swaying in the air as she crosses and uncrosses her feet. Her head is propped up on her hands and her arms are resting on their elbows. When he walks in, she's smiling up at him. After regaining his ability to breath, he smiles back at her. She notices the pink rose he is holding which matches her lingerie perfectly.)
Marissa: What's that for?
Ryan: (He walks towards the bed while he talks.) I was going to give it to you later right before you went to sleep, but I thought we could put it to better use now.
Marissa: (Although he is now standing behind her, she has yet to turn around and look at him.) Hm, for what?
Ryan: (He crawls unto the bed as carefully as he can so that she can't feel him, straddles her without her noticing, and quickly flips her over so that she is facing him while still laying underneath his hovering body. Surprise quickly turns to pleasure on her face.) Well, I thought we'd use this rose to continue studying the perfect blueprint…of a woman's body. We have to examine every little nook and cranny, so this is going to take a while, and I thought the rose would be an excellent tool to aid us in our research.
Marissa: I have one question for you.
Ryan: What?
Marissa: It doesn't have thorns does it? (She can't help but giggle slightly as she says this, and that makes him laugh as he leans down and takes her mouth in his.)
Ryan: (He whispers.)Way to kill the mood Marissa. (Gently, he leans in and kisses her, barely brushing his lips across her eagerly waiting ones.)
Marissa: It doesn't look or feel ruined from here, (She quirks her eyebrow up at him, tempting him to even attempt arguing with her.) but I think it would be better if I had some visual stimulation. (She reaches up and slides her fingers underneath his t-shirt and slowly glides it off his body, tossing it aside.) See, the view is much better now. (As she leans up and kisses his chest, placing fiery kisses all along his collar bone and pecks, he playfully pushes her back down.)
Ryan: Oh no you don't, this was my idea, so I get to go first. Now, where should we begin? (He thinks for a moment before sliding down her body and stopping at her feet. He picks up the left one first and gently kisses the top of it before tracing the flower in circular motions along the entire surface and moving to her ankle and repeating the process. She reaches to grab his body, but he gently lays her back down before speaking.) Oh no, you need to relax. We're doing this right, and tonight we're going very, very slowly. (The rose starts to glide its way up her leg to her knee as she lays back, closes her eyes, relaxes, and lets a small smile curl her generous lips into a provocative grin. The camera pulls away from them and goes to Jimmy and Caleb. They are sitting in Caleb's office. Caleb is drinking, trying to relax, while Jimmy is slightly uncomfortable after their disagreement the day before.)
Caleb: So, is there any way you can stall this divorce?
Jimmy: Excuse me? (He sits up in his chair shocked at what Caleb just asked him and perturbed.)
Caleb: If you could delay the divorce from being finalized, then she wouldn't be able to insist that we get married on Friday.
Jimmy: (He's laughing.) Friday? (Cal just glares at him.) Enough said. What's her rush?
Caleb: How the hell am I supposed to know? She just told me about a half an hour ago!
Jimmy: Why didn't you protest?
Caleb: She did not ask if it was alright; it was an order, and at this point I thought I was just supposed to be doing exactly what she wanted to keep her happy.
Jimmy: That's really going to leave us crunched for time. I don't know if we'll be able to find the nurse in time.
Caleb: You better!
Jimmy: Look, every single lead we get is a dead end. We know approximately where she is, but we have no way to actually locate her.
Caleb: I don't care if you have to knock on every door is the whole dmn state, you're going to find her and you're going to do it before I have to marry that piranha!
Jimmy: Maybe Sandy's plan will pan out and it will give us something to go on.
Caleb: Except, Sandy is not meeting with Ryan and Marissa until tomorrow morning, and then they're making their plans. This week they have finals, which means who knows if she'll even be able to do anything until the weekend.
Jimmy: How do you know that?
Caleb: What?
Jimmy: About when she has her finals?
Caleb: Because the whole family is excited about the kids' summer break, and recently, they've been inviting for me to join them as a part of the family more.
Jimmy: So, she'll be living in Newport during the summer?
Caleb: I would assume; they haven't said anything different, why?
Jimmy: Just curious.
Caleb: I swear Jimmy if you pull one stunt where Marissa is concerned, that's it, you're fired.
Jimmy: You can't fire me for trying to see my daughter, that's unethical.
Caleb: (He snorts in response to show just how much he thinks of Jimmy's comeback before speaking himself.) Please, who said I even have any ethics! If I did, I wouldn't have accomplished half as much as I have in my life, and squashing you to protect my family, that's something I won't think twice about!
Jimmy: (His voice is low and his breathing is heavy as he battles his rising anger.) She's not your family!
Caleb: (His tone is flippant.) Technically no, but she's more my family than she is yours, and chances are she always will be.
Jimmy: (He stands up from his chair and starts to walk to the door to leave, but then a thought occurs to him and he whirls around to continue the conversation, pacing back to Caleb's desk so that he is peering into his face from a close distance.) Give me a break, you can't even stand Ryan, who is the only reason you ever even met my daughter!
Caleb: I may or may not like Ryan, but that is beside the point. My daughter, my grandchildren, they are my family, and they love Marissa, which means she is my family as well.
Jimmy: Too bad that philosophy doesn't apply to Sandy and Ryan, too!
Caleb: Maybe it does. (Jimmy looks at him confused.) We may fight, and technically we might not like each other, but in a pinch, both of them would be there for me, and I guess, now that I think about, I'd do the same for them.
Jimmy: (Now it's Jimmy's turn to laugh.) Please, you tried to break up your daughter's marriage because you couldn't stand Sandy.
Caleb: Yeah, and look how well that worked. I still might think that Kiki deserves better, but I've finally accepted that she loves Sandy and there is nothing I can do to change that.
Jimmy: And where did this sudden realization come from?
Caleb: Sophie. (Jimmy looks at him slightly confused, so Caleb keeps talking.) She's Sandy's mother.
Jimmy: And how did she work this miracle?
Caleb: (Now it is his turn to laugh but it is a genuine one not full of malice or ire.) I have no idea! For some reason, maybe it's because how even after I handled your situation and going back to work, Sandy's helping me anyway, I don't know, but whatever it is, I suddenly do not have as much animosity built up against him. And as for Ryan, before you even ask, let's just say I'm trying. Kiki and I made a deal, and I'm going to live up to my end of the bargain. (Jimmy starts to ask a question, but Caleb cuts him off.) I don't think so, that is none of your business. That is between me and my daughter.
Jimmy: And if I were married to her like you've said many times that you wished for?
Caleb: Let's just say that I've changed my mind. You and Kiki would never have worked out, and I'm definitely glad that you're not the father to my grandchildren.
Jimmy: (He is silent for a moment while he lets this all sink in.) What a difference a few months make, eh? I barely recognize you.
Caleb: And I'm finally seeing who you are.
Jimmy: So what does this mean? Are you going to fire me?
Caleb: You do what I want, listen to what I say and we shouldn't have a problem, but I'm warning you if you do anything to Marissa, that's it.
Jimmy: (He sets his face in anger and turns on his heal as he talks.) Got it! (Once he's gone, after slamming Caleb's office door shut, Caleb lets a smile appear on his face, turns on his desk lamp, and begins to work from his office. The camera leaves him and goes to the Cohen family room where Sandy, Kirsten, and Zoe are all watching a movie on TV. Zoe is nodding off to sleep, but her parents are just letting her stay because, at that point, they didn't want to get up. As the doorbell rings, Zoe stirs slightly, so Sandy picks her up. Kirsten stands up and turns the TV off.)
Sandy: I'll take the little rug rat upstairs and tuck her in if you want to get the door.
Kirsten: (She walks off and smiles at him.) On my way. (As she approaches the door, he is already up the stairs, so he does not hear or see who has just arrived. When Kirsten opens the door, the smile that was on her face disappears. Her tone is icy.) Julie.
Julie: May I come in, (She pushes past Kirsten and walks into the living room.) Thank you. (She sits down in a chair in the living room as if she owns the place. Kirsten is so stunned to see her that she does not say a word but walks into the room starring at Julie with venom snapping in her eyes. Finally, as she stands in front of her, she speaks.)
Kirsten: What the hell do you think you're doing here!
Julie: I have news, but I insist that we wait until Sandy is here. I know he'll want to hear the news, too, and I don't want to exert myself because of the pregnancy, so I should really avoid repeating the news twice. I hope you don't mind. (She puts her most innocent mask upon her face and looks up at Kirsten who, thankfully, does not by the act.)
Kirsten: Save it Julie! You either tell me now what you want or get out! After everything you've… (Sandy walks back into the room and sees who his wife is yelling at, so he quickly takes over to prevent her from spilling any unnecessary information.)
Sandy: After what you said to all of us, you expect us to actually listen to anything you have to say! (Kirsten looks up at him grateful that he interrupted her, because she realizes that she would have said too much.)
Julie: I was hoping we could do this as three civilized adults, but obviously you both lack in class and social tact, so I'll just say what I came to say and we'll leave it at that. (They both glare back at their intruding guest who smiles wickedly before continuing to talk.) Well, I just wanted to let you know that my divorce is going to be final on Wednesday, and to celebrate it, Cal and I are getting married on Friday morning.
Kirsten: Does he know about this!
Julie: He will have to show up, so yes. I told him this evening before I came here.
Sandy: And?
Julie: And what?
Sandy: What did he say, because I find it hard to believe that he would agree to get married so quickly?
Julie: Not much, but you both, even your little brat, are invited to the ceremony. It's nothing special, nothing fancy… (She stands up to leave, putting her purse over her arm again, but Kirsten's voice stops her from walking away temporarily.)
Kirsten: Obviously it will be nothing special, because we all know you can't throw a party, and I haven't been asked to do it for you! (All the enjoyment Julie was getting from telling them this news disappears as Kirsten gives as good as she gets, and she stomps off, angrily throwing the door open and slamming it shut. Kirsten breathes a sigh of relief after she leaves and collapses onto the couch. Sandy stands up and walks towards the kitchen.) Hey, where are you going?
Sandy: Just going to grab the disinfectant. We need to get all the Julie Cooper out of here. Looks like another person we need to add to the banned entrance list! (He laughs at himself, but Kirsten just asks him with her eyes to go over and sit with her. He does, and as he sits down, she settles herself in his arms.)
Kirsten: So, how long do you think it will take before my Dad calls panicking? (Before Sandy can reply, the phone starts to ring. Groaning, they both stand up and walk to the kitchen together to answer it. The camera leaves them and goes to Trey's apartment. It is, of course, in the numbered streets, small, and in rough shape. Caitlyn is outside of the door, knocking softly, waiting for him to open the door. She does not wait long, because he quickly pulls the door open. Paranoid, he checks outside to see if anyone had followed her or if anyone was watching him. When he is satisfied that they are safe for the moment, he quickly pulls her inside with him and shuts the door in a rush. Before he can even say anything, Caitlyn turns to him with a barrage of question.)
Caitlyn: Trey, what's going on? Why did you call and tell me that you're in trouble? What did you do, and what does it have to do with me? (When he doesn't say anything, she starts to get slightly hysterical.) Trey, answer me, dmn it! (He takes her hands and leads her to his couch, making her sit down with him. Once they are sitting, he slides away from her so that they aren't touching and fidgets nervously with his hands, refusing to look at her.) You're starting to scare me, so please just tell me what is going on!
Trey: (After another prolonged silence, he finally speaks. As he continues to speak, her face takes on a shocked appearance.) Okay, before you say anything, let me get this all out. (She shakes her head that she will do this for him.) So, the police have been asking around for me, digging for information, and supposedly my description fits with the person they are looking for, but it's impossible that I did what they're accusing me of, because….that was the night that I was in LA helping that friend of mine that I told you about, but I don't have an alibi.
Caitlyn: Of course you do, tell them about your friend. He'd vouch for you.
Trey: But I can't do that. If I say something about helping him, if the cops or his parole officer find out what we were doing that night, that he broke his probation, he'll go back to jail whether he's in rehab now or not, and I can't do that to him.
Caitlyn: So, what are you going to do?
Trey: That's actually why I asked you here. (She looks at him puzzled.) I wanted to ask you something.
Caitlyn: (Her voice is hesitant.) Okay.
Trey: Would you be my alibi; would you tell the cops if they arrest me for this that we were together, all night, that night? (Caitlyn's eyes grow wide in shock and fear, and she is speechless.) I know it's a lot to ask, but I wouldn't if it wasn't my last option. And, I mean you never know, it might not come to anything, but just in case….I want to make sure that I'm safe, that I won't be forced to leave you. (He watches her out of the corner of his eye, knowing that if anything would make her do it for him, the last line would.)
Caitlyn: But….but, if I do this, I'll be perjuring myself, and then I could go to jail, too!
Trey: I won't let that happen to you, no matter what. (She looks at him unsure and bites her lip while she thinks. Slowly he takes her in his arms and rubs his hands over her back trying to sooth her as he hugs her. Knowing she can't see him, he smiles to himself while he talks.) Please, Caitlyn, I need you. (She pulls away after a moment and stares into his eyes for a few second before kissing him softly. As she pulls away, she closes her eyes and whispers her response.)
Caitlyn: Yes. (He leans back in and kisses her again as the camera pulls away and the scene goes black.)
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