Scene five takes place Thursday afternoon. After Ryan picks up Marissa from work, they drive back to the apartment to say a final goodbye to Seth and Summer. As they walk in the apartment, they call out their arrival.

Ryan: Seth, Summer, are you guys here?

Seth: (He walks out of their room wearing a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt with sunglasses and flippers on.) Present. Summer will be out in a minute. (Ryan and Marissa eye his outfit with curious expressions.)

Marissa: Playing in the shower again, Seth?

Seth: Ah ha, ah ha, NO! (He sticks his tongue out at her.) For your information, Summer and I are going away, too. (Ryan and Marissa look at each other with worried expressions on their faces. Summer walks out of the room and picks up on the situation.)

Summer: Relax, we're not going to the same place you are, at least I don't think we are.

Ryan: Where are you going?

Seth: Where are you going?

Summer: Cohen, quit being an ass. It's not like they're going to tell us where they are going, because they probably think we'd change our plans or something and follow them.

Seth: We would.

Summer: (She pinches him.) No we wouldn't.

Seth: OW! Forget Vegas, woman, I'm not spending four hours in a car with you. You'll chop me up in little pieces and leave me in the desert long before we even get there.

Marissa: You're going to Vegas…as in Las Vegas?

Summer: Yeah, why? (Ryan and Marissa exchange glances with each other smirking lightly.)

Ryan: It's nothing, really, I'm just surprised. Why are you going to Vegas?

Marissa: And why would you need flippers?

Summer: Oh, I'm not sure why Cohen chose sin city, maybe he's hoping to get into some trouble, knowing him, it's inevitable, but the flippers, he's taking those so he can dive in the pool at the hotel. He seems to think there's money at the bottom of it and if he can dive quickly enough, he'll be able to grab it all.

Ryan: Just the way I'd want to spend my vacation. My fiancée is sitting poolside, no doubt in a very skimpy bikini, and I'm diving for pennies. (Marissa laughs at him, Summer rolls her eyes and shakes her head in agreement, while Seth's jaw falls open.)

Seth: Since when do you have a fiancée? (Ryan and Marissa exchange glances, again, but this time they laugh out loud dismissing what Seth asked.)

Marissa: Don't you think if he had a fiancée he'd tell you about it?

Seth: No. You said you wouldn't tell me about your wedding in the future, so he probably wouldn't tell me if two were engaged.

Summer: Hey deep sea diver, do you see a ring on her finger?

Seth: No, but…

Summer: Exactly, no, so they're not engaged, and (She turns to Marissa.) as for this not telling us when you get married, you can just forget about that right now! I will be your maid or matron of honor, depending upon when you two get hitched….

Ryan: Did you just say get hitched?

Summer: Stay with me Chino, details don't matter here. What matters is that Marissa agrees to let me be the person who stands up with her when you two have your wedding.

Marissa: Summer….

Summer: (She waves her off as she interrupts her.) I know, I know, you're not even engaged, but this is important.

Marissa: If and when we have a wedding, you'll stand up with me.

Summer: Good, now go get your stuff and hit the road! I need to finish packing….

Seth: Woman, I thought I told you to do that yesterday!

Summer: (She smacks him on his back.) If you call me woman one more time, Cohen, I swear I will leave you in the desert for a few hours totally nude and then come back and slap every single piece of exposed flesh on that skinny, formerly pasty body of yours!

Seth: I'm going to go help her pack. Have a nice trip you two, and don't do anything I couldn't fantasize about. I can't say anything I wouldn't do, because we all know you've already done that, but fantasizing….

Summer: Cohen, get a move on it, stick one of those flippers in your mouth, and shut the hell up! (She pushes him out of the room towards their bedroom and he disappears.) Sorry about that thing. I haven't force fed him his Ritalin yet today. (Ryan and Marissa laugh lightly.)

Marissa: I think we're used to him by now Sum, but thanks for getting rid of him.

Summer: No problem.

Ryan: Well, we'll see you Monday. (They start to walk out, but Summer stops them.)

Summer: Wait, don't forget your luggage.

Marissa: Oh, we packed that this morning. We just came back to say our goodbyes. (Both Ryan and Marissa wave as they walk out the door.)

Ryan: Have a nice trip, Summer.

Summer: (She smiles at him.) You too Chino. (The camera leaves the apartment and follows Ryan and Marissa as they descend in the elevator and go out to their car. As they move, they talk the entire time.)

Ryan: I can't believe they're going to Vegas.

Marissa: (She looks at Ryan.) You don't think they would….you know?

Ryan: Elope?

Marissa: Yeah. (He shrugs his shoulders.) I never would have expected it from Summer a few months ago when I first met her, but after everything they went through with the pregnancy and then finding out they can't have kids, who knows what they're thinking right now. I mean, if they want to adopt soon…

Ryan: Then the quicker they're married, the quicker they can start adoption proceedings.

Marissa: Yeah.

Ryan: But they never even discussed kids, I don't think, until Summer lost the baby.

Marissa: But she's scared.

Ryan: And when people are scared they do crazy things.

Marissa: Hey, it's not so crazy to elope.

Ryan: It is if you're eloping so that you can adopt a child, but if they're just doing this because they're in love and can't wait to be with each other….

Marissa: for forever….

Ryan: for forever, (He takes his hand in hers and kisses it.) then I guess that wouldn't be so crazy then.

Marissa: I think it's romantic, but people will still say things.

Ryan: Who cares what people say…about them. As long as they're happy,…

Marissa: We'll be happy.

Ryan: But we don't even know if that's what they're doing. Knowing Seth, he could be secretly going for some comic book convention.

Marissa: Summer will kill him!

Ryan: And probably put a big dent in her father's savings as she takes out her annoyance shopping. (Marissa laughs at him.)

Marissa: That's enough about them, we can find out what they did when we get back. I'd much rather talk about another trip that another couple is going on.

Ryan: Who and where are they going?

Marissa: I'm not quite sure where, but I better be right when I say that we're the couple!

Ryan: Oh you're right. Trust me; I've been looking forward to this trip for a while now.

Marissa: Just how long have you been planning this? I know you told me last week, but you've been planning this for a while haven't you?

Ryan: I think I've been planning this trip my whole life!

Marissa: (She laughs.) Boy, aren't we a little confident and perhaps psychic as well!

Ryan: Okay, so in theory I've been planning it my whole life, the details just fell into place a few months ago. This is something I've wanted to do since I met you.

Marissa: What, get me alone for a whole weekend in a hotel so we could do anything and everything we could think of?

Ryan: Yeah, something like that. (He kisses her again as they reach the Range Rover. As the kiss's intensity ignites, he pushes her against the car and presses his body against her, but pulls away after a moment and opens the door for her to get in. She watches him for a moment questioning his actions.)

Marissa: What? Why did you stop?

Ryan: Because if we continued the way were going, I'd have to take you back upstairs and we have quite a drive ahead of us this evening before we reach our destination.

Marissa: Which is?

Ryan: Oh no, Seth could be spying.

Marissa: (She gets in.) Like he's that stealth!

Ryan: Nope. (He shuts her door for her and runs around to get in on his side. Once his door is shut, he starts talking again as he starts up the vehicle and they pull out of the parking lot.) I'll tell you this much. It will take us about five and half hours to get there.

Marissa: So then we must be going north, because if we drove that far south, we'd end up in Mexico and I know we're not going there for obvious reasons, we're not going west because we'd literally drive into the ocean and that's not very romantic, and we're not going east because I know we're going to be on the ocean.

Ryan: You might be right, but I'm not telling you. You'll just have to see when we get there.

Marissa: Fine, then I'm controlling the radio.

Ryan: When don't you? (She smiles at him and takes starts flipping through the CD's in the car as the scene fades away from them and goes to the front porch of a modest house. Jimmy walks up the stairs and knocks on the door. After a moment of waiting for someone to answer, the nurse opens the door and watches Jimmy suspiciously.)

Sherry: We're not interested, so take whatever you're selling and leave. (She starts to shut the door, but he puts his hand out to stop her.)

Jimmy: I'm not a traveling sales man, I swear. I want to talk to you.

Sherry: You don't know me.

Jimmy: Not well, but I know of you. Can I come in or would you feel more comfortable going somewhere else. I noticed a café down the street.

Sherry: You're not coming in and I'm definitely not going anywhere with you until you tell me who you are, how you know me, and why you want to talk to me.

Jimmy: My name is Jimmy Cooper and I work for Caleb Nichol. (As soon as he says Caleb Nichol, she starts to panic and slam the door again, but he puts his arms out and stops her as he did before.) Wait, please don't do that. You're not in trouble, at least, we're hoping you won't be, but we know that the test was altered. (She just stares at him waiting for him to continue.) We've been trying to find you so we could get in touch with you now for a couple of weeks, and we just got a break yesterday morning. We know what they did, that they blackmailed you into helping them, and we want your help. If you will work with us, we'll make sure nothing happens to you, and obviously, by your reaction, you know who Caleb Nichol is and that he has the power to keep that promise. We're also working with an ADA of Los Angeles county on this, so everything will be legal and by the book. So, what do you say? Can I come in?

Sherry: I think it'd be better if we go to that café you saw. I don't want to get my friend involved in this. She doesn't know why I left Newport. Wait here, let me just go and grab my shoes and purse. (She shuts the door softly as Jimmy leans back against the railing, whistles, and waits for her. When she comes back out, she locks the door behind her and waits for Jimmy to lead the way. She follows him silently down the street as they walk towards the said café. The camera leaves them and goes to the Cohens. Kirsten is sitting at a table in the backyard working on paperwork while Sandy is playing in the pool with Zoe. It is early evening now; the sun is starting to set. Caleb walks out, unannounced, and sits down at the table Kirsten is working at. All three of them look up surprised by his sudden arrival, and Kirsten and Sandy exchange glances with each other, but Caleb, who's head is buried in his hands as he massaging his temples, does not notice their pondering looks. Finally, Kirsten breaks him from his revelry and speaks to him.)

Kirsten: Dad, what are you doing here, and why didn't you knock or ring the bell?

Caleb: What?

Sandy: You just walked in Cal. (Caleb looks up completely frazzled and worried.) What's up, or should I say, what did Julie do now?

Zoe: She's evil! (Kirsten looks at Sandy blaming him for their daughter's outburst, Sandy helps Zoe out of the pool while trying not to laugh and sends her upstairs to change, wrapping a towel around himself, and Caleb thinks about what his granddaughter said for a moment and then laughs loudly for a few moments.)

Caleb: They always say kids can just sense who a person really is.

Kirsten: Or they hang out with their influential father who have no idea how to censure his ideas and what they say in front of them no matter how impressionable they might be.

Caleb: Are you denying the truth behind what the child says?

Kirsten: Well no, but still….

Sandy: Honey, she put this one together on her own. (He turns and looks at Caleb.) I wonder what she'd say about you if she met you for the first time today.

Caleb: Oh don't start Sanford.

Kirsten: I'd have to go with cradle robber.

Sandy: That's a good one honey, but you can't forget about the fact that he's also crooked, underhanded, a destroyer of the environment, and not to mention a republican.

Caleb: You're already teaching her politics!

Kirsten: They watch the Daily Show together everyday.

Caleb: And she listens to him?

Kirsten: She asked me for a pet donkey one day last week and told me that all elephants need to be deported. (Sandy laughs while Caleb just stares in shock and Kirsten's demeanor is matter of fact as if this no longer surprises her.)

Caleb: I can't believe you let this go on, Kiki! Next he'll be teaching her how to roll a joint and light a bong!

Sandy: Oh no, we won't do that until after her birthday, and you're welcome to join us. It might help you learn to relax some. (Kirsten turns to her husband and gives him a reproachful look but smirks anyway as she sees his gleeful face. Caleb just shakes his head and goes back to feeling sorry for himself.) But I take it that you're not here to critique my parenting skills or take notes for your own little bundle of joy, so what do you need Cal?

Caleb: (His head whips up and he glares at Sandy after he jokes about the baby Julie's supposedly carrying.) And here I thought I actually might get some sympathy and understand, but I see that I was sadly mistaken. If you'll excuse me, I'll find someone else to talk to. (He gets up to walk away, but Kirsten speaks up.)

Kirsten: Dad, stop, Sandy's just teasing you. We're in a good mood, and you know how he handles crises, he makes inappropriate jokes that really aren't that funny.

Sandy: Hey, I resent that! I thought they were pretty hilarious if you ask me!

Caleb: But we didn't. (Sandy laughs.)

Sandy: See, Cal, joking around is not that hard. It is possible for you to do it, too.

Caleb: I wasn't joking.

Sandy: Come, sit back down, stay for dinner, and we'll talk. I'm sorry I jumped on your case, but you've seemed a little more relaxed lately, so I thought you'd take it all in stride. (After a slight hesitation, Caleb comes back up and sits down.) What can we do for you Cal?

Caleb: It's just that it's Thursday evening, and in a little over twelve hours, I'm supposed to marry Julie Cooper. Jimmy left to go after the nurse since Marissa got us that address, but I haven't heard from him. What if he doesn't make it in time?

Sandy: Well then, as I see it, you have two options. One, you could go through it with it and we'll just annul the marriage later after we get the information we need to put her away or you could just call it off there and take the chances that she'll never pay for what she did.

Caleb: Wow, thanks, and you make them both sound so appealing. (He rolls his eyes and Sandy laughs.)

Sandy: You're better at this sarcasm thing than you give yourself credit for.

Kirsten: Dad, stop worrying; it's bad for your health. At this point, there's nothing more we can do, any of us. We just have to sit back, wait, and hope that Jimmy pulls through. If not, Sandy will do whatever he can to help you, you know that.

Caleb: That is one thing I'm becoming aware of.

Kirsten: And I'm not claiming to understand why he even helps you, but I am grateful. Now, if you two would pick up Zoe's toys out here for me, I'll go and make sure she's actually changing her clothes and not getting into trouble. When I get back we'll chose a take out restaurant. Behave boys. (She gets up and walks away. Once she's gone, Sandy and Caleb both stand up and walk around the yard picking up Zoe's pool toys. As they do so, they talk.)

Caleb: Uh….Sandy?

Sandy: Yeah?

Caleb: (He stands up straight after picking up a beach ball and putting it in the storage container. His serious demeanor makes Sandy stop what he is doing and look up.) Thank you….for everything you've done to help me with this. I know we don't always see eye to eye, in fact, we hardly ever do, but I do appreciate what you've done for me.

Sandy: I didn't do it for you, I did it for my family who for some reason beyond me, loves you no matter what stupid stunts you pull. (His tone is serious but he has a smile on his face.)

Caleb: Well, whatever the reason, I am grateful. (He pauses for a moment.) Would you mind giving me Marissa's number so that I can call her and thank her for her help as well?

Sandy: It'd be my pleasure. Really, without her, we'd have never figured out where to find this woman, but you can't call her this weekend. She's out of town and they left no way to get in touch with them.

Caleb: Them, so I take it she's off with Ryan?

Sandy: (A slight edge enters his voice.) Yes, why, is that a problem?

Caleb: (He actually smiles slightly.) No, it's not a problem at all. I think I'd like to do something for her, for both of them for helping out. (Kirsten appears in the doorway.)

Kirsten: I don't know what you want to do for Marissa, but for Ryan, why don't you take a look at some of his designs, objectively, and then maybe you'll see what I've been telling you all along. He belongs at the Newport Group, and with him, someday this company you love more than anything else on this world can be, who knows, even international. (Caleb looks between Sandy and Kirsten feeling somewhat trapped in a Ryan campaign group trap. Finally, he speaks.)

Caleb: I'll think about it later. Let's go. I'm starving. Oh, and Kiki, no take out. Grab your daughter, we'll all go out to eat, my treat. (Kirsten smiles and goes inside. Caleb follows her with Sandy on his trail.) And you better go and change. I'm not spending an evening with you dressed like that!

Sandy: Do we get dessert, too, Cal? (As he chuckles softly, the two men go into the house and Sandy closes the door behind him as the camera fades out and goes to Caitlyn's bedroom. She is quickly trying to pack a small duffle bag, throwing her clothes haphazardly into it. She does not notice her grandmother come up in the open doorway. Jane watches Caitlyn and what she is doing for a few moments before she says anything. Once she speaks, she startles Caitlyn.)

Jane: So you do remember where you live?

Caitlyn: (She whirls around to face her grandmother for a moment before turning back to her bag and continually packing.) Hey Grandma.

Jane: That's all I get, a 'hey Grandma'? The last time I saw you was Monday evening at dinner, and then I come up Tuesday morning to let you know breakfast was ready and I find that your bed had never been slept in and you haven't been home since, not even for clothes. (She looks at what Caitlyn is wearing.) Obviously, you've been borrowing clothes from the person you've been staying with, and from the looks of them, it's not a girlfriend.

Caitlyn: You're right, he's not.

Jane: And who is he? Do you go to school with him? Will we get to meet him or speak to his parents about you staying at their house?

Caitlyn: Whoa, what is this, fifty questions?

Jane: No, that was three, but I'm sure I could come up with a few more. Can I come in, for one?

Caitlyn: That depends.

Jane: On what?

Caitlyn: If you expect to stay in here with you.

Jane: Why are you being so callous towards me? What did I ever do to you?

Caitlyn: I'm not being callous; I'm just in a hurry. And no, I don't go to school with him, you're not meeting him because he doesn't fit into this Newport society you belong to, and you can't meet his parents, because I never have and he isn't in contact with them.

Jane: How old is he Caitlyn?

Caitlyn: Old enough to not be in high school and young enough that this isn't creepy. Isn't that all that matters?

Jane: I could think of one or two other things that matter quite a bit, but I'll let that go for now. How did you meet him?

Caitlyn: He was cleaning your pool.

Jane: You're dating our pool boy!

Caitlyn: He's not your pool boy; he does have his own identity, and I don't think he works for you anymore.

Jane: Well enlighten me as to what this identity is.

Caitlyn: Maybe later. (She zips up her bag and throws if around her shoulder, turning to face her grandmother who is still standing in her doorway.) Look, we have quite a bit of driving to do before we reach our destination, so if you'll just let me go, we'll talk more next week. (She moves passed Jane and begins to walk down the hallway. Jane follows.)

Jane: Wait! Where are you going?

Caitlyn: Reno.

Jane: Reno! What in god's name are you going there for!

Caitlyn: Don't know; don't care. I just can't wait to get out of this town, breathe freely again.

Jane: And what about school tomorrow?

Caitlyn: Could you call them and tell them I've been sick recently. Thanks, I'd appreciate it.

Jane: So I take it tomorrow won't be the first time you skipped this week?

Caitlyn: Nope.

Jane: What's going on Caitlyn? You might not like the school that well or the people you go with, and I can understand that, I can, but you've always liked school itself.

Caitlyn: Maybe I'm starting to see that there's more to life.

Jane: (She smiles to herself as she thinks she's playing her trump card. They've reached the front door, but Caitlyn has not opened it yet.) What would Marissa think? (Caitlyn reaches in her pocket and pulls out a necklace. She puts her bag down, reaches up, and puts the necklace on, adjusting it so that the rose pendant hangs down clearly on her neck.)

Caitlyn: (She visibly questions her instincts and actions for a moment, but puts her walls back up.) She left, so why can't I? Besides, she left for good; I'm just leaving for a long weekend. I'm not going to throw my life away; I'm not stupid. I'll be back. We'll talk then. (She picks the bag up and runs out of the door towards Trey's waiting car. Before she gets in though, Jane chases after her, and touches her shoulder. Caitlyn turns around and Jane pulls her into a hug whispering into her ear.)

Jane: Whatever you do, please just be careful. Protect yourself. (She impulsively sticks her hands in her pocket and pulls out some money, slipping it into Caitlyn's hand.) If you need anything, please call me. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you. (Caitlyn tears up and hugs her back quickly.)

Caitlyn: I love you, too. (After breaking the embrace, she jogs the rest of the way to Trey's car, throws her bag in the back seat, and get in the front as he quickly pulls out the driveway without even a look at Jane. Jane watches the car until it disappears. As she walks back to the house, a lone tear slips out of her eye and winds its way down her cheek. The camera leaves her and goes to Ryan and Marissa. It is now late evening and they have just arrived at their hotel and are checking in. The receptionist hands them their key before speaking to them.)

Receptionist: Again, welcome to Monterey and the Spindrift Inn. Please enjoy your deluxe ocean view room and if you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call.

Ryan: (He takes the key card from her and smiles.) Thanks. (As they walk away, his left arm circles around Marissa's waist pulling her closely to him while his right one is carrying their suitcase. They walk in silence till they get to the elevator. Once inside, he goes to talk, but Marissa pushes him up against the wall and attacks him with her lips, immediately slipping her hands inside of his shirt and tickling his abdomen. He laughs at her aggressive nature but does not pull away.) You do know that someone will eventually get on here with us, and we'll have to stop and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to if you keep this up. (She kisses him once more as deeply and as hard as she can before she pulls away, walking slowly backwards until she reaches the controls and smiling at him the entire time.)

Marissa: Who said I wanted you to? (Turning her back to him, she presses the stop button, jolting the elevator to a standstill. Picking up the emergency phone she waits for the front desk to pick up and in a calm voice, she replies.) Hello, yes, I just wanted to let you know why one of your elevators has suddenly come to a stop. My boyfriend and I are staying here and are on our way to our hotel room, but he started to have a panic attack. I really can't talk, because I need to help him, but until I get his breathing under control, we can't be moving. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. (There is a slight pause as the receptionist speaks.) No, thank you, as of now that's not necessary. I should be able to help him, but if it gets worse, I'll call. Thank you for understanding. (She hangs up the phone and turns back to Ryan. He is grinning from ear to ear, and she laughs as she walks back to him.)

Ryan: How long have you been planning this?

Marissa: I think since the first time I heard "Love in an Elevator", but the plans really started to become concrete when I met you. I knew this was something I had to do sometime, so I thought, why not this weekend. Besides, I promised you some adventurous fun, didn't I? (She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her as she kisses him lustfully, joining their tongues together into one.)

Ryan: Yes you did, but I never expected this.

Marissa; You better get used to little surprises like these, because I have many ideas as to what I want to do to you and where.

Ryan: (He laughs.) I look forward to it. (He kisses her slowly this time, tracing her lips with his tongue and running his hands up her sides, practically dancing his finger tips just lightly against her, teasing her the entire time. He pulls his mouth away from hers as she seeks it again, and speaks as he runs his hands up under her shirt and takes it off of her, carelessly throwing it any which way.) You know, you told that receptionist that I was having a panic attack, but my breathing does not seem erratic at all. Think we should modify that?

Marissa: Oh most definitely! (She takes her hands and runs them down his chest and toned torso until she reaches the hem of his tight t-shirt and quickly tugs it off of him, throwing it as haphazardly as he did her shirt.) I didn't think it was fair that you had more on than I did.

Ryan: But now you're over dressed. (He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra as he pushes her up against the wall of the elevator and lifts her up by her butt as she wraps her legs around him. Hungrily, they search for each other's mouths, eagerly taking in each other's taste and feel and exploring the contours of their exposed bodies. Music begins to play in the background as they continue. The song should be Aerosmith's "Love in an Elevator". They both kick off their shoes before practically simultaneously unbuttoning and unzipping each other's pants. Marissa pushes his pants down as he kicks them off, but he has to put her down before she can do the same. While they remain in just their underwear, her legs once again wrap around him as they fall back into the wall and continue to explore each other bodies. As their action continue to get more and more heated, the camera drifts towards the ceiling of the elevator, the music continues and gets louder and louder, and the camera fades out and goes black.)

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