The third scene starts with Seth laying on the living room floor with his drawings spread in front of him, papers, pencils, markers, old books, and picture references scattered all over the place, but his face is cupped in his hands as he sits back and watches his Spanish Soap Operas. Kleenexes are right in front of him along with what is left of Ryan and Marissa's breakfast feast, which at this point is not much. His phone and the remotes are also within his reach. As the show comes to an end, claiming that previews are next, he shuts the TV off and assesses the situation around him. Wiping the last tears from his eyes, he sits up and grabs the remote for the CD player. Turning it on softly, "Steady as She Goes" by The Raconteurs starts to play. Next, he picks up his phone and scrolls down through the numbers until he finds the one he wants. Dialing, he sits back against the couch and relaxes, drumming his fingers along with the beat and tapping his foot as well. Branning picks up. Only Seth is shown, but Branning's voice can be heard.

Branning: Seth?

Seth: Hey Branning! How are you doing, man?

Branning: What's wrong?

Seth: Nothing's wrong. Why would something be wrong?

Branning: Because you've never called me before, and the only reason you wanted my number in the first place was for emergencies.

Seth: Well, this is an emergency.

Branning: But you just said that nothing's wrong.

Seth: No, wait, just listen. I'm so not a person that remains calm in a precarious situation, so the fact that I'm not hyperventilating right now should be proof enough that nothing's wrong, but this is an emergency. You see, it's the first week of summer break and I'm already bored. Summer and Marissa are both off at work, and Ryan, the stupid hard-worker, really, who does that, is off looking for a job because he refuses to mooch off my parents even though I've told him a million times that that is their job! They serve our needs!

Branning: Seth!

Seth: What?

Branning: What do you want?

Seth: Oh, how does some Seth/Branning time sound?

Branning: Excuse me?

Seth: You, me, some video games, some food, some quality conversation.

Branning: You really are desperate, aren't you?

Seth: Totally, and Marissa said you had the afternoon off and so I was hoping that you'd agree to entertain me.

Branning: No video games.

Seth: Okay, agreed….but what are we going to do? That's pretty much a prerequisite to Seth/anybody time.

Branning: I don't do video games.

Seth: How about arcades?

Branning: Seth!

Seth: Fine! Do you know the ice cream parlor by campus?

Branning: Yeah.

Seth: Meet me there around 1:00. I'm hungry again, and we'll figure out what to do after we eat. I always think better on a full stomach.

Branning: You're going to eat ice cream for lunch?

Seth: Nope. I'm stopping by the diner first for a couple cheeseburgers, some chili fries, and maybe some pie. Then I'll come and have ice cream with you for dessert.

Branning: It's a date. (Seth's silent.) As friends you idiot!

Seth: Whew, okay, don't do that to me, Bran! You just made a few new eyebrows pop in.

Branning: First of all, nix on the Bran business. I'm not some nutritious breakfast cereal grain, and secondly, what the hell are you talking about your eyebrows for!

Seth: Ah, that's right! You haven't met the Sandy Cohen yet. Rest assured Branning, my good man, once you do, all will be explained. Hey, speaking of which, you should come home with us this weekend.

Branning: We'll talk about this later. I have to finish up with work if I'm going to meet you on time.

Seth: Don't be late…for the date! (He laughs at himself.)

Branning: Bye Seth. (He hangs up. Seth looks around the living room, which is a mess because of all his stuff, shrugs his shoulders, picks up his skateboard, and leaves. The camera leaves the apartment and goes to Marissa in her little office. She is lost in her own little world, writing diligently on her laptop. Sun is shining into the little office which helps make it cheerful. There is music on in the background softly so as not to disturb anyone else who may be working close by. The song should be Pluto's "Long White Cross". While she is lost in her work, there is a soft knock at her door which startles her slightly. After her head bounds up to see what or whom caused the noise, she calms and smiles at the person before speaking.)

Marissa: You startled me, but, please, come in. (She looks around her office and notices that the only other chair in the cramped space is covered with her stuff.) Um, here, (She speaks as she stands up and points to her own chair and attempts to move out of the way.) you can have my chair. Sorry about the mess; I just have too much stuff, and because we're going out to lunch and dinner today, I had to have all this extra stuff with me, too…. (He laughs at her, so she stops rambling. The man is one of her bosses. His name is Josh .)

Josh: Marissa, please, sit back in your chair. I just stopped in for a minute to check in, see how you were doing, ask you a question, and give you some good news. (She looks as him warily before accepting what he said and sitting back down.) By the way, who are you listening to? I like it; you should maybe talk to Alex. You can write and you have good taste in music, I'm impressed.

Marissa: This is Pluto; they're a band a stumbled across from New Zealand. I'm really into them recently. So, what can I do for you? Thanks for the office by the way.

Josh: Sorry it's so small.

Marissa: Are you kidding me! I'm an intern; I can't believe that I got an office in the first place.

Josh: We don't think of you as an intern, and that's kind of why I'm here. We were all wondering, since you're off of school for the next few months, if you'd like to bump your status up to full time? It would be a doubling in pay and more say on the show.

Marissa: Are you serious?

Josh: I would never ask if I didn't mean it. I know how much this means to you, and I wouldn't purposely get your hopes up for nothing. So…..

Marissa: Wow, I mean, thank you, but, what if I get used to all the added…..power, is that the right word?

Josh: (He laughs, folds his arms across his chest, and leans against the door frame.) What if I told you that we were hoping you get addicted to the newfound influence you would have and then you'd continue to work full time during school. You could do it. It might mean less trips home or longer nights, but….

Marissa: The money would be really good for us. I could put all the extra aside.

Josh: Good for us, are you talking about you and your boyfriend?

Marissa: Uh, yeah, Ryan and I, it would be good for us, but Seth, Summer, and the rest of the family would not like it as much.

Josh: If it was the best thing for you and your career, I'm sure they'd support you. Besides, you can get credits for working here, and then that would cut down on your course load dramatically.

Marissa: That would be nice! I'm so sick of classes; I just want out of there so I can work full time.

Josh: So, what do you say?

Marissa: Give me 24 hours to check with Ryan. It would not be fair of me to make a decision like this….I mean, it will totally change all of our summer plans, but I think my answer will be a yes, but that remains between you and I until I have the definite answer, okay?

Josh: No problem.

Marissa: Now, you said something about good news?

Josh: Oh yeah, it's nothing big.

Marissa: Just tell me and let me be the judge of that.

Josh: (He starts to walk out the door and speaks over his shoulder.) Just thought I'd let you know that we got picked up for the fall lineup. (He stops once he is out of her sight, but waits to see what her reaction is. She does not disappoint. After the first few seconds, after the shock wears off, she stands up and dances around the room quietly yelling yes to herself over and over again and pulling her arms down in triumph, a smile playing on her face the entire time. After watching her for a few moments and laughing, Josh speaks up again, startling her and making her freeze. When he speaks, his voice is light and jovial.) Get out of here. Find that boyfriend of yours and celebrate, and I expect you to take a long, long lunch before you come back here. (He walks away and shakes his head, laughing at her excited antics the whole way down the hallway. As he begins to disappear, the camera fades away and goes to Ryan who is sitting in a very plush office which has amazing views of the city, waiting for his meeting to begin. His foot nervously shakes and he runs his hands through his hair and rubs the back of his neck out of stress as he waits for the person who is interviewing him to arrive. Finally, after a few agonizing moments alone, the man arrives. He is dressed very sophisticatedly, expensive suit of somber color, but his expression seems pleasant. The gentleman appears to be in his late forties or early fifties, and when he enters the office, he strides confidently to Ryan who stands up and greets him with a firm handshake. Ryan is also dressed in business attire, a suit with a tie, much to Marissa's chagrin. After shaking hands, the men exchange pleasantries and get down to business.)

Ryan: It's a pleasure to meet you sir. I've been studying your work and the work of some of your colleagues lately in class, and I must admit that I was quite impressed.

Mr. Welsh: I have to admit that I've noticed you as well. That project you were a part of that made the trade journals this month was quite remarkable.

Ryan: Thank you Mr. Welsh.

Mr. Welsh: Please, please, call me Jeff. We might look very formal with the way we dress around here, but we try to keep it as casual as we possibly can, first names for everyone. (Ryan smiles and nods his head, relieved and somewhat put to ease.)

Ryan: Jeff then.

Mr. Walsh: Better. Now, I was quite surprised that you accepted the interview today. From what I understood when you put the application in last month that it was more to get your name in our minds for the future and not for an internship this summer?

Ryan: Well, Marissa and I….

Mr. Walsh: I take it Marissa is your girlfriend?

Ryan: Uh, yeah, sorry. Anyway, we were originally going to spend the summer in Newport, that's our home, and she was going to commute here for her work a few days a week, but when I got your call yesterday, I was curious as to see what your offer was. If it was too good to pass up, I knew that she would not mind changing our plans. In fact, I've been considering changing them anyway, but this would give us an excuse for our family.

Mr. Walsh: Well then, let me give you the details. You'd be working with my staff, that's why I'm the one interviewing you, on whatever projects we are assigned. The first one is actually going to be a new Las Vegas hotel and casino. Basically, you'll be my right hand man, running errands, unfortunately for you, doing a lot of busy work, putting finishing touches on designs, but you'll also get to sit in on design meetings and offer opinions, meet with clients, go to the construction sites, all in all, a great learning experience, and if this works out well for both of us, there is always a chance we could ask you to come back an intern again before you graduate at a higher level which often turns into a full time job afterwards.

Ryan: What about hours?

Mr. Walsh: It would be full time position, 9 to 5, five days a week. Did I mention that it is a paid internship?

Ryan: No, you hadn't before then, and I won't lie to you, that is the major deciding factor for me. I have to have a summer job; I pay my own way.

Mr. Walsh: But, aren't you Kirsten Cohen's son?

Ryan: Yes, but I support myself.

Mr. Walsh: I admire that; you don't see that too much these days. I know my own kids would never even consider the idea. So, let me give you the numbers. It's an hourly wage, fifteen dollars an hour, and like I said forty hours a week. If you work over, you get paid more. Basically, it's a four month regular, wage earning job, but you don't get health insurance or any retirement compensation.

Ryan: I assumed that.

Mr. Walsh: So, what do you say? If you want it, the internship is yours.

Ryan: Can you give me a little while to talk to Marissa?

Mr. Walsh: I can't give you much time, because the position starts next week. How long do you need?

Ryan: A few hours, we're meeting for lunch so we can talk then, and I'll get back to you right away. (The man laughs.)

Mr. Walsh: Oh, I think I can give you a few hours. I look forward to hearing your answer, which I'm guessing from your expression right now will be a yes.

Ryan: I think we'll have a deal, but Marissa and I talk about everything first, together, before we make a decision.

Mr. Walsh: Well then, I look forward to meeting her soon. Maybe next week, after you start working, (He winks at him.) we'll have to go out to dinner. I'll have my wife join us. It can be a sort of welcome to the firm dinner.

Ryan: If I join, we'd love to. (He stands up as does Mr. Walsh and they shake hands again.) It was a pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Walsh: I look forward to hearing from you later. (He walks around his desk and slings his arm across Ryan's shoulder leading him out of the office in a friendly way.) So, what are these lunch plans? (Ryan laughs.)

Ryan: We're just having a picnic in the park by her office. It's nothing big, just an opportunity for us to spend some time together.

Mr. Walsh: Where does she work?

Ryan: FOX television studios. She works for a new show that's in development as an intern in their writing department.

Mr. Walsh: Really?

Ryan: Uh huh.

Mr. Walsh: That is not something you hear everyday. I know my wife would really like to meet her now. She sounds pretty amazing.

Ryan: (As he thinks of Marissa, he gets a far off look in his eyes.) You have no idea. (Mr. Walsh just smiles and lets Ryan get lost in his own thoughts as he walks him out. When they reach the elevators, he pats his back like a paternal figure. As Ryan disappears in the elevator, the scene fades away and goes to pier where Jimmy and Sherry are walking along the pier eating slices of pizza silently. When they reach the end of it, she leans against the railing and watches Jimmy closely as he stares out at the water and watches the various ships and boats out in the distance. Finally, she breaks the silence.)

Sherry: So, this is seriously your job, taking care of wayward witnesses? (She laughs softly trying to ease the mood. He looks at her and offers a weak smile before turning back to watching the water. After a moment's silence, he speaks.)

Jimmy: I basically get paid, well, I might add, to do whatever Caleb thinks is too dirty or risky to do himself or whatever he feels is beneath him, busy work.

Sherry: And do you have a title?

Jimmy: (He laughs sardonically.) Oh, I'm an employee of the Newport Group which everyone likes to pretend doesn't exist. Basically, I'm Cal's flunky. My first assignment when I started working for him a few months ago was to break up his daughter's marriage.

Sherry: Kirsten, the woman we just met before, you were supposed to break up her marriage, why?

Jimmy: Cal has never quite gotten along with her husband, Sandy, well at least they didn't until recently, but everything's changing around here. I thought relocating back home would be good for me. Sure, I'm making more money than I ever could have back east, but Caleb and I cannot see eye to eye about anything, and I'm holding onto my job by the skin of my teeth. Kirsten and I, well you've seen how deteriorated that relationship is. I at least get along with her husband better than I did in the beginning, and I know if I ever needed anyone to talk to, he'd be there for me.

Sherry: And your daughter? By the way Kirsten spoke, I take it that relationship is not too steady?

Jimmy: What relationship? I should have never have had kids; I see that now, but it's a little too late. Julie and I were young when she got pregnant. I was just out of college and she was barely 18, and before we knew it, my parents had cut me off financially because I stayed with her, we had Marissa, and we were living on the opposite side of the country with nothing, no jobs, no futures, no money. Caitlyn was born a few years later, but we never really had a marriage. I worked as a district manager for a string of banks, but Julie drank away and spent practically all the money I made. Marissa raised Caitlyn, sacrificed her own childhood so her sister could have one, and I just ignored them. It's not as if I didn't love them, because I do. They are the most important things in my life…well except myself. I'm selfish, I know that, and that's why I'm not a good Dad. I can't put their needs ahead of my own. Now Marissa is gone, wants nothing to do with me, and Caitlyn's pretty close to leaving, too, and I have no idea how to fix it, if I even should. I mean, she'd probably be better off without me.

Sherry: Look, I can't pretend to know what you're thinking or feeling, because I don't have children, but I come from a loving family, and I know that even if it's not perfect, anywhere that a child can get love is important. Caitlyn needs whatever kind of support and care you can give her, even if it's not textbook. Some is better than none.

Jimmy: She has my Mom and Dad though. Wouldn't it be better if they just raised her like their own?

Sherry: That's not fair to put that responsibility of their shoulders. She's not their daughter.

Jimmy: They love her though, and they know how to love someone. They can put her needs in front of their own. Hell, they already are.

Sherry: Well, that's something between you, your parents, and your daughter. I can't tell you what to think or what to do. I don't even know them. (She is silent for a minute before pushing herself off of the railing and walking away.) Come on, you promised to show me this arcade you love so much, and I feel the need to kick some ninja ass! (Jimmy laughs and follows after her, grateful for the change in subject. The camera pans away from them and goes to a visiting room in the local prison. Julie is on one side of the glass holding a phone in her hand. She does not look like the Julie Cooper. Her hair is back in a simple ponytail, she does not have a stitch of makeup on, and she is wearing the typical prison uniform, a jumpsuit. When Caleb sits down opposite of her and picks up the phone, he smirks at her appearance.)

Caleb: This is a site I never thought I'd see, and I have to admit, I'm enjoying it, Julie Cooper broken and destroyed.

Julie: I'm not down for the count yet Cal. Never underestimate me, haven't you learned that yet?

Caleb: I'm not in the mood for your idle threats, so what the hell do you want? Why did you call me? I was in the middle of a very….interesting round of golf when you called.

Julie: Oh, sorry to disturb your important life, but if you haven't noticed, I'm in prison….

Caleb: Yeah, because I put you there.

Julie: Exactly, and I don't intend upon staying here. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I have a proposition for you.

Caleb: We all know you're good at propositioning yourself. (He laughs softly at his own little dig at her while she just glares at him.)

Julie: Look, I don't have time for all this small talk, we have business to discuss. I have a limited time.

Caleb: What kind of business could we ever have to discuss?

Julie: I might not have gone to college, and I might not be the most intelligent person in the world, but I have my share of common sense and I've seen way too many repeats of Law and Order when I was drunk and couldn't sleep to not know that I have a few tricks I can pull out of my sleeve.

Caleb: What are you talking about?

Julie: Look, I'll be blunt. Your case against Lance and I is weak. Your whole case is based upon the word of a former drug addict who you might be paying off in order to cooperate with you, and even if you're not, it will be easy to make it look like you tampered with the witness, so her credibility will be completely shot to hell.

Caleb: It's not like your word, a former porn star, or Lance's, a former convict amongst other things, would be any more reliable.

Julie: True, but it would be a lot easier to put one of us away if you had two witnesses, say Sherry and I to testify against Lance. He is the greater of two evils if you compare us, and my word would be more believable than his. My adult film phase….

Caleb: Is that what you like to call it, a phase?

Julie: Does it really matter what I call it? We both know what I'm referring to, and you're wasting my precious time here, so shut up and listen. (He concedes that she should talk by nodding his head.) Thank you. Now, like I was saying, that part of my life has been over for quite a while, and although I haven't been the model citizen, my record is clean compared to Lance's, which makes my word more reliable. If you put both Sherry and I up on the stand against him, you'd be sure to get a conviction, but the DA won't consider it unless you drop the charges against me and mention the idea to him. Get me out of this, and I'll help you put Lance away for years. If he doesn't go away for this, you can be dmn sure he'll go after you and your family and will make you pay for attempting to lock him up. Do you want to risk that? Think of how bad you'd feel if he hurt Kirsten or Seth or Zoe or even someone else in the family that you don't like as much. That's all I have to say. I want an answer by Monday morning at the latest. (She places the phone back in its cradle and yells for the guard.) Guard! (She is led away while Caleb watches her with an angry yet slightly panicked look on his face. The camera leaves him and goes to Branning and Seth. They are moving down the sidewalk of the campus, Seth on his skateboard eating his ice cream and Branning, just walking, drinking his milkshake. They talk while they go along.)

Branning: I can't believe you're seriously on a skateboard. I didn't know people even had those still? Aren't they a little early-to mid 90's?

Seth: What the hell are you talking about?

Branning: I thought skateboards went out with grunge.

Seth: Do I look like someone who cares if something is hip or not? (Branning looks at his appearance but does not say anything as Seth continues.) In fact, I feel better about myself if I am a little left of center, if I like what no one else, or at least, what pop culture doesn't like. If I am un-hip by the common society's opinion, then I'm right on target. I would think you'd understand that.

Branning: Alright, alright, I wasn't born yesterday, you don't have to beat your point over my head, I was just taken aback at first by the skateboard, surprised, but I guess it fits with your quirkiness.

Seth: Nah, it has more to do with the fact that I'm lazy. It's easier to get around when you have wheels. (Branning laughs.)

Branning: And there is the Seth I have looked forward to expecting. So, now that you got me out here, what do you intend to do with me?

Seth: Well, you already negated the idea of video games whether we're back at the apartment or in an arcade, and we're not in Newport so I can't take you sailing, what do you normally do for fun?

Branning: I shop.

Seth: Yeah, I was afraid you'd say that. Anything else?

Branning: I spa.

Seth: You're getting worse.

Branning: Vintage shopping?

Seth: (He rolls his eyes.) Branning, Branning, Branning, seriously man, you need to expand your horizons, although vintage shopping is better than retail shopping.

Branning: You're one to talk, Mr. All I do is sail, skate, and play video games.

Seth: I draw comic books, too. (They're both silent for an idea while they think of what to do. All of a sudden, Seth stops abruptly and jumps off his skateboard and jumps up and down excitedly.) I have the perfect idea!

Branning: Well, share this stroke of genius.

Seth: I've been meaning to design Marissa's costume for the comic book, but I just haven't felt the inspiration lately, but we could totally go to a fabric store. You could help me look through patterns, I've got a sketch pad in my bag, and we'll work together and come up with something. Hell, we might even be able to order it today.

Branning: (He thinks about this idea for a while.) I get partial design credit if this comic is ever published.

Seth: Deal, but let's go back to referring to it as a graphic novel. It feels more important that way.

Branning: What are you talking about?

Seth: Oh, you don't know the story, do you Branning? (Before Branning can respond, Seth starts talking. He puts his arm across his shoulders like they are commiserating about the past.) Well, you see, it all started back in high school. Summer and I were on a break and Zach, her boyfriend at the time, found out that I was a brilliant artist who had amazing potential to be a world renowned comic book artist and creator. (Just then, Seth's phone goes off. He grabs it, holds up a finger to signify that he'd only be a minute, takes his arm off Branning's shoulders, and then answers it. Only his end of the conversation is heard.) Hello Summer my love. (Pause) I was just telling Branning the creation tale of Atomic County. (Pause) Of course I want to hear your good news. (Pause) Are you serious? Congratulations! (Branning tries to get his attention, but Seth shakes off his attempts and focuses on Summer.) Yeah, yeah, I understand, and don't worry, we have everything covered. Seth Cohen, party extraordinaire at your service! (Pause) Well, people change. Got to go; things to do, people to harass. (Pause) See you tonight, love you. (He hangs up the phone and whirls around to face Branning, speaking instantly.) Branning, our plans have changed. We are now in charge of organizing a little celebration party to honor Little Miss Vixen and her best friend, The Purple Patch Princess, and yourself now that I think about it, because, congratulations man, you have an official job. The show's been picked up for the fall lineup. Let's go, we have food to buy! (He puts his skateboard down and hops back on, turning back in the direction they came from.) You brought your car right, because I'm all of a sudden not in the mood to skate all around Los Angeles. (Branning chases after him.)

Branning: Yeah, I brought my car, but wait, Seth, are you serious? The show's been picked up?

Seth: Branning, get passed the mental road block and get your ass in gear! Yes, the show's been picked up, and we're in charge of the festivities, so let's go! (He continues to skate off in a hurry, making Branning have to jog to keep up with him. The camera leaves the two and goes to a small, secluded park. Ryan has just arrived carrying the picnic basket which has his and Marissa's lunch in it. As he approaches the spot where they are meeting, he notices that she is already there, but she's looking off in the distance and hasn't noticed him. He quietly puts the basket down and sneaks up on her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She jumps at first, but as soon as she realizes that it is Ryan, she relaxes and settles back into him.)

Ryan: A kiss for your thoughts. (He gently glides his lips across the side of her neck, making her smile and hugs him closer to her.)

Marissa: I was just thinking about how pretty close to perfect today has been so far.

Ryan: So I take it you had a good morning at work?

Marissa: You could say that. (She turns around and kisses him passionately on the lips for a few moments, taking him by surprise at first, but he joins her in her fervent desire quickly. When she finally pulls away slightly out of breath, he smiles at her before speaking.)

Ryan: What was that for?

Marissa: It was because I wanted to, and it's a preview as to what's definitely happening tonight. We have some celebrating to do.

Ryan: More than you know.

Marissa: (Her face lights up and she smiles radiantly at him.) You got the internship?

Ryan: It's mine if I want it.

Marissa: Why wouldn't you want it?

Ryan: It's full time, five days a week, 9 to 5; it will definitely change our summer plans, and I had to ask you whether or not you wanted to do that before I accepted.

Marissa: That actually fits so perfectly with my news, but even if it didn't, you'd be taking this internship no matter what.

Ryan: What do you mean it fits perfectly with your news?

Marissa: I got offered a full time position today, which will turn into a technical internship in the fall when we go back to class so that I can get course credits for it and not have to take many classes while working full time.

Ryan: Are you serious?

Marissa: Uh huh! (She shakes her head up and down as he lifts her up in his arms and swings her around excitedly. She laughs out of merriment, mirth, and joy. Finally, after a few spins, he puts her back down and kisses her again, deeper and longer than the previous passionate kiss they shared. Her arms snake around his neck as she pulls him closer to her and his hands find their way up the back of her shirt. Eventually, she pulls away and smiles up at him.) I may be more adventurous than I used to be in this relationship, but I'm still not ready to make love to you in broad daylight in the middle of a very public park. (He laughs softly.) And if we would have continued at the rate we were going there, I would not have been able to stop. (He leans down and places gentle kisses on her neck while their arms remain entwined around each other.) Oh, and I have more news. (He stops kissing her and looks into her eyes while he talks.)

Ryan: What?

Marissa: The show's been picked up for the fall lineup. (He kisses her lips softly before speaking.)

Ryan: Then we definitely have a lot to celebrate this evening.

Marissa: (Her smile fades away and her face falls.) But….

Ryan: But what? Is there something wrong?

Marissa: No, I'm ecstatic, but what are we going to do this summer? I know you want to spend it with your family in Newport, but I really don't want to commute to work everyday.

Ryan: Me either. (She looks up at him surprised.) I love my family, don't get me wrong, besides you, they are the most important thing in my life, but like I've told you, you are my family now, and even before we got this news, I had been thinking….

Marissa: About?

Ryan: About you and I staying here in LA together this summer and just going up to Newport on the weekends. Seth and Summer would, of course, still go, there's no way they'd stay here, but we could be alone just the two of us, five days a week, for four months. (Her face lights up again.)

Marissa: Really?
Ryan: Really.

Marissa: (She hugs him to her as tightly as she can.) You don't know how much I've wanted this, but I didn't want to say anything and make you feel like you had to do it for me. I didn't want to take you away from your family, but I wanted to spend some time together just the two of us, and after last weekend, well, I just wanted it more….no, I needed it.

Ryan: Me too. After last weekend, everything changed….for the better, and this, just you and me, this is what I want for as long as I can get. (He kisses her softly before just holding her to him. Slowly, she pulls back and looks at him with a very somber and serious expression on her face.)

Marissa: How are we going to tell your family, or, to be more precise, how are we going to break the news to Summer and Seth? They're not going to take this well.

Ryan: I know, but we can't worry about them. This is what we want, what's best for us as a couple, and I don't know about you, but I'm not letting them ruin this for us.

Marissa: (She laughs.) Hell no! (He laughs and kisses her again, both of them smiling into the kiss. The camera pans back from them in the park and goes to a restaurant with Caitlyn and Jane. Both women are silently looking at their menus while they contemplate what to order, and are holding them so that their eyes cannot be seen. Jane sighs deeply and puts hers down. Breaking the silence, Jane speaks.)

Jane: Caitlyn, what's wrong? Please, just talk to me. You basically ran away Thursday night and I knew something was wrong then, but it was like you were in denial, like you were trying to push your pain aside, but then last night when you got home from school, I saw that the façade had crumbled and you wanted to talk. You called Marissa, didn't you? (Caitlyn only shakes her head yes.) And she hasn't called you back yet? (She shakes her head again, but this time it's to negate the question.) Sweetheart, I know I'm not Marissa, but please, talk to me. Let me in; let me help you. (Without any warning, Caitlyn breaks down in heart wrenching sobs. Jane gets up and takes her granddaughter in her arms, leading her out of the restaurant as she tries to comfort her and taking her someplace where she can be alone in her pain. The camera fades away from them and goes black.)

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