The last scene opens in Seth and Summer's hotel room. Obviously, it is elegantly furnished due to their level of wealth. The sun is shining in through the floor to ceiling windows whose curtains were not pulled while the young couple is curled together completely entangled in the luxurious bedding. Summer is awake just staring lovingly at Seth while he sleeps sounding, mouth slightly open as he drools. As she watches him sleep, she softly brushes his unruly curls off his forehead and a smile dances across her lips. Slowly he yawns awake, pushing Summer, unwittingly, away as he stretches his long, skinny body. Once he settles back down in the bed, he still doesn't open his eyes as he rubs them with his fists trying to wedge out the sleep and to wake himself up. It is not until Summer giggles that his eyes fly open in surprise and a smile breaks out on his face as well. His hair is everywhere and he looks like he had a rough night while Summer looks well rested and beautiful, glowing.
Summer: It's about time your lazy ass woke up! I was getting quite bored here laying by myself.
Seth: (He settles down into the bed and pulls her into his arms so that she is resting on his chest.) I can't believe you didn't wake me up! Normally, if you're awake before I am, I either get my hair pulled, my face slapped, the blankets stripped off of me, cold water poured on my head, or pinched in the ribs until I roll over and complain for you to leave me alone and, instead, you just start your torture fest all over again. (She laughs.)
Summer: Yeah, but we're on vacation, but I have to tell you, I was getting pretty close to breaking out my usual tactics. I'm glad I didn't though. Watching you wake up naturally might have been funnier than forcing you to wake up through physical violence.
Seth: Yeah well, it pretty much scared the sht out of me. May I ask what prompted this benevolent treatment?
Summer: I really don't know. I just woke up and I looked over and you looked so adorable with the little line of drool hanging from your mouth and the curls all astray…(She realizes that she's starting to sound a little too sentimental for her, so she has to lighten the mood and makes a joke out of her sweet actions.) and besides, we're on vacation, and if someone noticed too many bruises on your body when we go to the pool, they might call the authorities on me, and there's no way I'm letting this vacation get ruined.
Seth: (He kisses her forehead laughing softly to himself.) Glad to see you have your priorities straight, Summer. We wouldn't want you to miss out on a little good tanning time.
Summer: So, what do you want to do today?
Seth: I get to pick?
Summer: No. I'm just pretending to consider your ideas and then I'm going to refute them all and we're going to do what I want to do, but I thought it would be entertaining to see what your lame brain thought of.
Seth: Well, I'll tell you one thing, we're not staying in this bed all day. Last night was fun, dinner in bed, and you as dessert a couple of times, but my body can't take that two days in a row. I need to recuperate. I need three, big, buffet meals, a little sun, a little sin, and then maybe, maybe tonight I'll be ready for round three. (Summer laughs.)
Summer: I guess this weekend is serving many purposes. (He looks at her confused.) Not only are we enjoying ourselves as a couple, refueling and re-bonding, but we're also working on your endurance, practicing for that honeymoon which will be here before you know it.
Seth: Yes, a honeymoon that's in Tahiti.
Summer: The only place it could have been.
Seth: The only drawback is that we won't be able to take the Summerbreeze there.
Summer: Excuse me? Why the hell would we take that tiny piece of plastic all the way across the Pacific Ocean? Do you want to die on your honeymoon, because I can arrange for that to happen much less painfully than drowning or being eaten alive my swarming sharks.
Seth: No, no, I know we can't take the boat, and I understand why, but it had always been my fantasy to sail to Tahiti with you on it. It might not be realistic. True, we could take another boat, but we don't have the time to do that and you don't have the patience.
Summer: Dmn straight we're not taking a boat on our freaking honeymoon!
Seth: Can we please not fight about a trip we're not even on yet?
Summer: Cohen, we're not fighting.
Seth: Then what are we doing?
Summer: We're bickering.
Seth: There's a difference?
Summer: Yes, we fight when we're serious; we bicker when we're just playing around.
Seth: We're playing? How the hell can you tell which one we're doing?
Summer: (She gets up out of his arms and faces him starting to get annoyed.) How the hell can you not tell?
Seth: I couldn't, but you said I should be able to, so enlighten me!
Summer: Cohen, we're seriously not going to fight about bickering.
Seth: What?
Summer: Huh? (They both look at each other and realize that they are both so confused they don't even know what they had been talking about before. After Seth calms down some, he talks.)
Seth: Okay, so I really don't know what that was about, and I have a sneaky suspicion it really didn't matter at all, but this does: I'm hungry. So why don't we blow this popsicle stand and go and find ourselves a ridonculously large smorgasbord full of delicious food and eat until we puke and then explore the city?
Summer: That's actually not that bad of an idea…well except for the puking part, but I am really hungry.
Seth: Then I thought after we feed our faces we could go and take a tour of the wax museum. I've never been to one and I have this strange desire to pose beside some really cheesy stars while making fun of them and you can take our picture. (Summer laughs at him.)
Summer: You know, surprisingly, that actually sounds kind of fun, but after the museum, we're coming back here for a little rest and relaxation by the pool before we blow our inheritances on the casino floor.
Seth: Sounds like a perfect day in Vegas…well as long as you include lunch, dinner, and snacks in between.
Summer: (She jumps up excitedly.) Good, that's settled then. Now all we have to do is figure out who's using what in the bathroom.
Seth: What do you mean? (He still has not gotten out of bed but is reclining with his hands behind his head.)
Summer: I don't want to spend all morning up here while you comb out those chocolate Shirley Temple locks you have going there after I finish in the bathroom, so we're going to use it at the same time.
Seth: We're going to shower together? (He gets excited and begins to get out of bed, but her voice stops him cold.)
Summer: Hell no! (She moves to one of her suitcases and grabs clothes out of it. Then she goes and grabs her makeup case. She does this while she talks.) Do you not remember what happened the last time we tried that? You ended up with a sore back, I cut my foot on something, and we broke the door. No, I'm going to take a shower while you use the tub.
Seth: I'm not taking a bath. Baths are for sissies.
Summer: Then what's your problem with it Cohen? (Having everything she needs, she turns with one hand on her hip to face Seth.) Besides, I'd love to take a bath, but not with my long hair. Now get that skinny ass out of bed and into that Jacuzzi before you're as waxy as those stiffs in the museum we're going to. (With that she turns on her heal and walks into the bathroom, stopping at the door and yelling for Seth, who is still in the bed, without looking back at him.) Now Cohen!
Seth: (He begrudgingly gets out of bed and sulks to the bathroom.) I swear you have eyes on the back of your head!
Summer: Nope, you're just really, really predictable. It's quite sad actually. (With that they both walk into the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door behind them and the camera leaves their hotel room and goes to Caleb who is standing in a judge's office, pacing back and forth nervously in front of the desk of the man who is going to marry him in less than a half an hour. As he keeps glancing at the clock, he finally decides to take his cell phone out of his pocket. Dialing quickly, he waits impatiently for the phone to pick up. No one answers it, so he hangs up before speaking out loud to himself.)
Caleb: Dmn it, Jimmy! Where the hell are you! (He dials again and his pacing resumes. After a few rings a person answers. The camera will flow between them as they talk to each other.) What the hell took you so long to answer the dmn phone!
Sandy: (He laughs softly to himself as he shuffles papers on his office and puts things in his briefcase.) Why good morning to you, too, Cal! I'm fine this bright and sunny day, but no, I'm sorry, I won't be able to grab a quick bite with you this morning. I'm swamped with work, and now that I mention it, I need to get going. Don't want to be late.
Caleb: Have you heard from Jimmy?
Sandy: (His smile falls as he sits down in his chair realizing that this is a serious conversation.) No, he's not back yet. He left yesterday, so I figured he got back late last night or really early this morning and that you already talked to the police.
Caleb: Wrong again. I haven't heard from him since yesterday, he's not answering his phone, and I'm supposed to marry Julie in less than a half an hour.
Sandy: So stall, say you forgot the rings.
Caleb: She bought them and has them with her.
Sandy: You could always fake a heart attack.
Caleb: Try and be serious here, please. I know this really doesn't matter to you, but this is my life we're talking about here.
Sandy: I am being serious. If Jimmy doesn't get there in time, the way I see it you have two options if you want to keep this charade going until you can throw her in the slammer, either you go ahead with the wedding and just get it annulled like I told you before or you do something drastic, like the fake heart attack. It might hurt your pride after it reaches the newspapers, but instead of being Mr. Julie Cooper-Nichol, you'd still be yourself but with a little bit of a bruised ego.
Caleb: You take some sort of perverse pleasure in seeing me squirm like this don't you?
Sandy: Well, Cal, I hate to tell you this, but, who am I kidding, I love telling you this, but if you would have just listened to us, you'd never have gotten yourself into this position in the first place. We all warned you about Julie, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were wrong and now look where you are.
Caleb: This little pep talk isn't helping Sanford.
Sandy: It's not intended to, but I do hope that the next time you find yourself on the receiving end of sound advice from either Kirsten or I, you listen.
Caleb: You're treating me like a petulant child.
Sandy: Well, if the shoe fits…
Caleb: I don't have to take this!
Sandy: So, hang up.
Caleb: (He is silent for a moment, but eventually talks again.) I can't. At this point, you're my only life line.
Sandy: Look, I'll try to get a hold of Jimmy, but if I'm not there before the ceremony starts, marry little Miss May, and we'll handle it later. After all the hard work we've done, after all the money you've spent, do not throw it all way now.
Caleb: I want updates.
Sandy: There's less than a half an hour until the ceremony, how many updates do you want.
Caleb: Call me every ten minutes. (With that, he snaps his phone shut and goes back to pacing. The camera leaves him and goes to Julie who is getting ready in another office. She looks very Newpsie-ish with a tasteful cream suit, stilettos, hair primped to the fullest extent and a full face of makeup. As he works on touch-ups, she sings "Going the Chapel" while peering into the mirror, smiling the entire time. After a few moments of her revelry, she speaks to herself.)
Julie: This is it, Julie. Today you're getting everything you have wanted since you were a little girl and exactly what you deserve. Smile baby, you've made it! (She squeals with laughter and joy and jumps up and down before dancing around the room and continuing to sing. The camera leaves her and goes back the Cohen's where Sandy is frantically trying to reach Jimmy. Kirsten knocks on his door before entering his office and sitting in the chair in front of his desk. Once he hangs up the phone, they talk.)
Kirsten: I take it my Dad has you doing something by the scowl on your face.
Sandy: Jimmy's still not back yet, no one's heard from him since yesterday before he left for the airport, and in less than a half an hour, if he doesn't pull through, you're getting a brand new step-monster and I'm getting the scariest mother–in-law in the world!
Kirsten: Sandy do not even joke about that.
Sandy: At this point, it's not looking much like a joke unfortunately. It appears to be almost a promise.
Kirsten: Well, what are you going to do if he does marry her? You're not going to stop with this witch hunt are you?
Sandy: Hell no!
Kirsten: Then what are you going to do?
Sandy: If he has to marry her, I gave him the other idea of faking a heart attack,…
Kirsten: Sandy!
Sandy: What, it'd work!
Kirsten: (She ponders it for a moment.) Yeah, I guess it would, and I'm not even sure if a real one wouldn't be better than marrying that horrifying woman.
Sandy: That's what I thought, but anyway, if he does have to go through with the wedding, I'll just have it annulled for him once she's arrested. It won't be hard at all.
Kirsten: (She is silent for a moment while she thinks.) How's he holding up?
Sandy: From the sound of it, he won't be needing any exercise later today, because he's getting it now from pacing around the judge's office.
Kirsten: Judge's office?
Sandy: Yeah, he thought it was a good idea to keep Julie out of a church.
Kirsten: Why, she might have spontaneously combusted?
Sandy: (He laughs.) That is one wedding I'd pay to attend.
Kirsten: (She rolls her eyes at him but can't help but laugh a little herself quietly.) Do you think we should go down there for him?
Sandy: Oh honey, he doesn't want you down there witnessing this monstrosity. Besides, that would only give her even more satisfaction; it'd be like you were bending to her will.
Kirsten: But I wouldn't be there for her; I'd be there to support my very misguided and stubborn father who could have avoided this mess….
Sandy: I already lectured him about that.
Kirsten: I'm sure he took that well.
Sandy: Aw, there was a little bit of complaining, but generally he conceded that I was right.
Kirsten: I know he's upset about this, but doesn't he seem really…tame to you lately?
Sandy: Almost like it's the calm before the storm. I keep bracing myself for whatever stupid stunt he's going to pull next, but it doesn't come. Whatever it is, it's bound to be a dozy! (Just then Sandy's cell phone rings and he exchanges a glance with Kirsten before he answers it.) Sandy Cohen.
Jimmy: (Just his voice is heard but his face cannot be seen. The camera's focus remains upon Sandy.) Sandy, what the hell is going on? I get off the plane and I see I have six missed calls from Caleb and four from you!
Sandy: Did you forget that the happy nuptials are this morning? In fact, they're in about 22 minutes.
Jimmy: Oh sht!
Sandy: You better believe it! Cal's about ready to skin you alive and mount you on the wall in his hunting cabin.
Jimmy: Caleb has a hunting cabin? I didn't even know he was a hunter. (He laughs to himself in a surprised tone.)
Sandy: Jimmy, focus, that really doesn't matter right now! Where are you?
Jimmy: We're in the airport still, getting our luggage.
Sandy: You said we. Does that mean you got her to come with you?
Jimmy: No, I picked up some random and decided to invite her to live with me, my seventeen year old daughter, and my over-protective parents! Who the hell do you think I have with me!
Sandy: How soon can you be at the courthouse? They're getting married there in a Judge Field's office.
Jimmy: It will be at least 45 minutes; can you stall?
Sandy: I've been known to be stall Newport events before. (Kirsten rolls her eyes.) Unfortunately I won't have a mic and a captive audience this time, but I'll get the job done. (He's up out of his seat and grabbing his keys and jacket as he talks.) Just get there as quickly as you can. (As he walks past Kirsten, he kisses her cheek. She gets up and follows him out the door and into the foyer. He hangs up the phone and opens the front door to leave.)
Kirsten: Do you want me to come with you?
Sandy: Can't honey, someone has to stay with Zoe, but I'll call you as soon as I have news, promise. (She goes to yell at him but he's already out of the door and it is already shut, but she talks to the walls.)
Kirsten: Good luck. (The camera leaves her and goes to Trey's car. He's driving and looking pretty exhausted while Caitlyn is slowly starting to wake up in the passenger seat. As she begins to stir, Trey clears his throat loudly to wake her up, but then pretends to be sorry that he woke her.)
Trey: Hey there, sorry about that. I forgot you were sleeping still.
Caitlyn: Where are we?
Trey: Almost to Reno. We have about 15 minutes left.
Caitlyn: I thought you said it was only an eight hour drive? We should have been there hours ago. Did you get lost?
Trey: (He becomes angry quickly with her questions.) No! Dmn it, not all us had the luxury of falling asleep an hour out of Newport! Sorry I didn't drive straight through, Princess, but unless you wanted me to fall asleep at the wheel and kill us both, I thought it was a good idea to pull over at a truck stop and get a few hours of sleep!
Caitlyn: Fine, sorry, I was just asking. Remind me to never talk to you early in the morning again. I should have known you'd be like this; you'd think I would have learned my lesson earlier this week when every morning you snapped at me! Jesus Trey, calm down!
Trey: I'm sorry, I'm just tired.
Caitlyn: Yeah, I realize that, but there's nothing I can do about it. I can't drive. I don't have a license remember.
Trey: I said I was sorry; what else do you want me to say!
Caitlyn: How about you just make a conscious effort to quit acting like an ass!
Trey: Then you better stop acting like a spoiled little…
Caitlyn: Whoa, you better stop right there, because I'm not going to take this from you. If you keep this up, I'll fly home this morning by myself. I have the money, too, so don't think I won't! (He visibly calms down. After a moment, he talks.)
Trey: I just need some coffee.
Caitlyn: And if I had some, I'd give it to you. Now, what are we going to do here? It's not like I can gamble, and, no offense, but I'm not spending the whole time we're here watching you blow your money.
Trey: We'll be staying at a hotel, you can swim, work on your tan. There are shops, so you could spend some of your Grandma's money she slipped you, and, don't deny it, I saw her give it to you.
Caitlyn: I wasn't going to deny it, but that still doesn't mean you're getting any of it.
Trey: Too stingy to share; keeping it all for yourself?
Caitlyn: It's for emergencies and nothing else, so as long as everything goes alright while we're gone, every last cent is going to be returned to her.
Trey: Suit yourself.
Caitlyn: Is there anything else for me to do?
Trey: I don't know Caitlyn!
Caitlyn: What did you all the other times you were here? You said that you've been here at least a dozen times, and you just turned 21, right?
Trey: (He doesn't meet her eyes but keeps his focused on the road.) Right.
Caitlyn: So there is no way you've been here that many times since you've been legal to gamble, right?
Trey: Yeah.
Caitlyn: Okay, so what did you do before?
Trey: Just hung out with friends around the hotel, you know, nothing much.
Caitlyn: Oh come on there has to be something.
Trey: Look the only things to do in Reno are hang out in the hotels, gamble, and get married.
Caitlyn: That's not going to happen.
Trey: What?
Caitlyn: Do not even think about it!
Trey: What!
Caitlyn: We're so not getting married!
Trey: Why would we get married?
Caitlyn: If you weren't thinking about it, why would you bring it up?
Trey: Because it's something you can do in Reno! Besides, like you'd ever marry me!
Caitlyn: I wouldn't, because I'm not getting married to anyone for a long, long time!
Trey: Fine!
Caitlyn: Fine!
Trey: This is going to be a pleasant trip! (He grits his teeth and his countenance is furious, while she just rolls her eyes and watches the cars drive past them on the highway, neither one of them speaking or looking at the other. The camera leaves them and goes to Ryan and Marissa's hotel room. Marissa is just waking up, but she is alone in their bed. While feeling for Ryan's body because her eyes are still closed, she calls out for him.)
Marissa: Ryan? (When she doesn't feel anything and he does not respond, she slowly opens her eyes. The room is filled with roses of all colors. There are vases on every imaginable surface and loose petals spread over the wood floors, chairs, window seats, and bed. Beside her on Ryan's pillow is a single rose with a note. She picks the note up and reads it out loud to herself.) "Morning Beautiful. I hope you slept well, because we have a very full day….and night ahead of us." (She laughs at his comment before continuing to read what he wrote to her.) Take your time this morning getting ready, pamper yourself. The bath has already been drawn for you. Your dress, which is a surprise, is hanging in the bathroom. All I ask is that you join me on the beach with your hair down and no shoes." (She laughs again.) I have everything else we need. Love, Ryan." (She hugs the letter to her chest while a large smile plays across her lips. When she leaps out of bed, she excitedly jumps up and down with the letter still clutched in her hand like a little girl. Before she practically skips the bathroom, she kisses the letter and packs it carefully into her suitcase to make sure that she keeps it safe and takes it back with her. Once she enters the bathroom, the only illumination comes from tens of candles which surround the bath and vanity. Peering at her dress, she sees that it is a long, flowing sundress of baby blue silk. She takes it off of the door where it is hanging and places the hanger around her neck and runs out into the bedroom so she can peer at herself in the full length mirror. Upon seeing the dress, she spins around letting it float out from her and giggles to herself, ecstatic and thrilled to not only about the dress but because she is there with Ryan for the weekend. Placing the dress carefully down on the bed, she re-enters the bathroom and slips off her pajamas, letting them fall to the ground as the camera scans down to her feet as she lifts them delicately into the bubbly fantasy awaiting her inside of the Jacuzzi tub. The camera leaves her and goes to Seth and Summer. They have both emerged from the bathroom together, both dressed casually, clean, and refreshed. As they walk around their room gathering the things they need for the day ahead of them, wallet, keys, beach towel, and suntan lotion for Seth, purse, magazines, sunglasses, towels, suntan oil, and Ipod for Summer, they are silent. But, once they are finished, they look up at each other. Slowly a smile takes over both of their faces. Summer goes over to him and laces their arms together, kissing him softly before looking into his eyes. Once she does, she smiles so broadly, her entire face lights up. Surprising him, she breaks the moment and speaks.)
Summer: Hey Cohen?
Seth: Hm?
Summer: Do you know what we could do today?
Seth: I thought we already had everything planned.
Summer: Yeah, but I had a brainstorm.
Seth: No, Summer, we're not going to the Hoover Dam. (He rolls his eyes at her, obviously teasing her.)
Summer: Ah, no, that would be something your lame ass would want to do!
Seth: (He laughs.) Actually, now that you mention it, could we go tomorrow?
Summer: No! I'm not going to go and visit anything that was named after a vacuum.
Seth: Ah, actually Summer….
Summer: What Cohen, does it really matter?
Seth: The Hoover Dam was not named after a vacuum cleaner; it was named after the president.
Summer: What president?
Seth: (He smiles and laughs softly before kissing her forehead.) Never mind, it doesn't matter. So, what did you want to do?
Summer: Well….
Seth: What, Summer, what is it? You're acting very mysterious and quite shy, which is definitely not you.
Summer: You know, we are in Vegas, which provides us with an excellent opportunity to…
Seth: (He laughs.) What? I have no idea what you're getting at.
Summer: What if we would elope! (His mouth falls open as he looks at her. She's so excited she is slightly bouncing up and down. The camera moves away from them and music starts to play. The song should be Smashing Pumpkins' "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness". Throughout the song, the rest of the scene goes through a montage of the various couples. The first to be shown are Julie and Caleb. He is waiting in the judge's office, small beads of sweat peppering his brow, but otherwise he has contained any outward signs of his nervous panic. Julie opens the door and comes into the room joining the two somber men. She has a smirk on her face the entire time as she is enjoying this moment. The judge, although he cannot be heard, begins the wedding speech. The camera then pans to Sandy who is sitting at the light right in front of the courthouse waiting for green so that he can go and stall the wedding. He drums his hands agitatedly against the steering wheel, his complete focus on what he is doing and what he has to do. Meanwhile Jimmy is stuck in traffic as he is being watched by his passenger. Neither say a thing, and the passenger is not shown, but Jimmy nervously runs his hands through his hair and cracks his knuckles as he waits for the lines of cars he's stuck behind to move on. Kirsten at the same time is sitting at he kitchen counter in one of the stools, a cup of un-tasted coffee in her hands as she stares at the phone waiting for it to ring. Next Trey and Caitlyn are shown. They are still not talking to each other, both still slightly angry and lost in thought as the car comes to a stop in traffic right in front of a run-down, cheesy wedding chapel. Slowly their eyes meet and they both smile before the light turns. Once it does, they do not move forward which propels those behind them to get angry and beep their horns. Trey pulls the car into the chapel's parking lot, and once it is turned off, he turns to Caitlyn with a questioning look on his face which she just returns. Slowly the camera leaves them and it joins Seth and Summer as they come face to face with each other in their cheesy wedding clothes at a quickie Vegas chapel on the strip. Seth is wearing a knight's costume, but it is too big for him so it is baggy and looks just plain awkward. Summer laughs at him but stops when she realizes that Seth is laughing at her outfit. She is wearing a showgirl's costume, complete with feathered boas and a headdress, glitter, rhinestones, and tacky shoes. Their laughter quickly subsides and their faces become serious as they walk closer to each other and join hands before opening the chapel doors and walking into the main room where the ceremony will take place. Lastly, the camera shows Marissa approaching the beach. Like he asked, she is wearing the dress, her hair is down, and she is not wearing shoes. Ryan is dressed in a simple white oxford button up shirt, the top few buttons, per his usual, are unfastened, and khakis with no shoes either. He kisses her passionately when she approaches him, whispers something that cannot be heard in her ear, and takes her hand in his as he leads her to a location on the beach somewhat in the distance where he has things set up for them. There is a table with two chairs, a hammock, tens of pillows and blankets tossed into a very inviting pile, and toys to build sandcastles with. Marissa laughs gleefully as they move slowly towards their destination, hand and hand, and in no hurry to rush their day together. The wind whips her hair around her face and the sun shines down on them as the camera pulls away from their secluded area of the beach. The scene goes black suddenly and then a lone voice can be heard but it is unclear who is saying it or who he is saying it to.)
Male Voice: If there is anyone who can show just cause why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold you peace. (The episode ends.)
End of Episode #13