The fourth scene opens up with Ryan and Marissa arriving home. It is about 10:00 at night and the apartment is dark. As they walk in, they're hands are entwined and their bodies practically melded into one as they move as closely together as possible. Ryan slides the door shut as quietly as possible while Marissa waits for him to go into the apartment together. They walk slowly and quietly trying not to make a noise. When they speak, it is in hushed whispers.

Ryan: I can't believe that Seth and Summer are sleeping.

Marissa: Maybe they went out to dinner to celebrate the show getting picked up.

Ryan: Nope, we had the Range Rover and Summer's car was here. I doubt they'd take your car.

Marissa: Summer would rather walk I think. (Ryan laughs with her.) They can't be sleeping though, I mean, it's still early.

Ryan: Well, maybe they found something better to do with their evening, you know celebrate in a better way. (She winds her arms around his neck and kisses him softly before speaking, holding him close to her the entire time.)

Marissa: You mean like we did and how we're going to again?

Ryan: Again?

Marissa: Yep.

Ryan: Well then, why are we still out here? (He picks her up and slings her over his shoulders making her giggle quietly.)

Marissa: Ryan, we're just changing in our room; we're not staying here.

Ryan: What? (He puts her down and she starts to unbutton her shirt as she walks away from him slowly, backwards, teasingly, as he follows her.)

Marissa: I thought we'd reenact one of our adventures from last weekend. You know, there is a pool here? (Smiling, he quickly unbuttons his shirt as well and takes it off. As they enter the living room to go to the hallway which leads to their bedroom, Ryan's completely shirtless and working to take his belt off while Marissa is down to her bra and skirt, but a light gets switched on when they enter the room startling both of them and making Ryan jump in front of her and cover her body with his.)

Seth: What, you two couldn't even wait long enough to reach your room, or did you not even bother putting those items of clothing back on? (Seth laughs at his own joke. Summer just turns away and looks slightly disgusted, and Branning stares. While Marissa puts her shirt back on, Ryan stands in front of her not worrying about himself.)

Ryan: Jesus, why the hell were you guys sitting in the dmn dark! It's kind of creepy and definitely weird!

Summer: We didn't think you two would come up if we had lights on; you seem to avoid us as much as possible these days. (Marissa, still buttoning and straightening her clothes, talks behind Ryan's protective body.)

Marissa: It's not that we're avoiding you; we just like spending time together, just the two of us. Seth understands…or at least I thought he did. He seemed to make it sound like you two were doing the same thing.

Summer: Cohen!

Seth: What?

Branning: So I take it your drought is over.

Ryan: They went to Vegas last weekend; what else were they going to do?

Branning: Oh, there are lots of things to do in Vegas. There are bars, clubs, strippers….

Marissa: All of which would get Seth in trouble. (She has finished with her own clothes and is helping Ryan with his. His wife beater is back on and they work together quickly to button his shirt. Once they are both fully dressed, they turn around and face their friends.)

Seth: Hey, I resent that! How do you know I'd be the one getting in trouble, and besides, there's a lot to do in Vegas. Besides the gambling, there are museums, Summer found lots of shops to hit, and there's always eating at the buffets and swimming at the pools.

Ryan: Yeah, I'd never leave the hotel room. (Marissa playfully slaps him before whispering in his ear.)

Marissa: We left our hotel room.

Ryan: (He whispers back.) Yeah, but we pretty much did the exact same thing we would have done there everywhere else we went. (She laughs softly and kisses his cheek, lingering her lips there as long as she could and snaking her arms around his waist. They still have not actually joined the group in sitting down.)

Seth: Okay, seriously you guys make me sick! Could you act anymore like newlyweds? (Ryan and Marissa are both startled and stare at Seth with open mouths.)

Ryan: New….Newly….Newlyweds?

Summer: God Cohen! (She slaps him upside the head before leaning in and giving him a hard glare and whispering to him.) Drop the dmn wedding talk!

Branning: Okay, I'd hate to be the one to point out the obvious, but Ryan and Marissa weren't the ones who spent their weekend in Las Vegas, eloping capital of the world.

Summer: (Summer whirls around and faces Branning, anger flicking in her eyes.) What exactly are you implying Branning?

Branning: Uh….

Marissa: (Laughing.) Oh come on, do you actually think Summer would ever elope? I mean, she'd have to give up her big wedding then, and we all know how much she's looking forward to that.

Seth: Exactly. Even if I would have broached the topic of eloping, which I didn't by the way, I would not have made it back from sin city unless it was in a body bag.

Branning: I see your point, but it's not as if Ryan and Marissa would get married, I mean, they've only known each other a few months. Even for them, that'd be rushing it. Besides, I don't see any rings on their fingers.

Summer: Whatever, let's just change the topic; I'm bored with this. So Coop, where have you and Chino been all night?

Marissa: Having dinner.

Seth: Oh, you went out to eat, always a classic way to celebrate.

Ryan: So then you do know…

Branning: About the show getting picked up, we know.

Summer: Where did you go out to eat?

Ryan: Uh….

Marissa: We actually just ate at the studio, ordered take in,…

Summer: Fooled around on set.

Marissa: What? (Marissa looks at Ryan desperately.)

Ryan: No. (Summer, Seth, and Branning all stare at them not believing what they are saying.) Look, I swear to you, we did not fool around on set.

Seth: What, did you do it on Marissa's desk? (He laughs to himself while Summer and Branning turn incredulous faces on him.)

Branning: Are you kidding me? Have you seen how small her office is?

Summer: Cohen, trying to have sex in that room would just be torture.

Marissa: So, we're just going to….

Seth: Stop right there, we have dessert.

Branning: And champagne, the good stuff, too, Seth went all out.

Summer: Come on, guys, we're celebrating. Our show got picked up! (Ryan and Marissa look at each other both with disappointed looks on their faces, communicating with their eyes. After sighing, Marissa speaks.)

Marissa: Is there anything I can do to help.

Seth: (He leans back and gets comfortable, while Branning and Summer pretend to be engrossed in a conversation with each other.) Actually, now that you mention it, someone has to bring the food in here and open the champagne. If I tried, I'd injure myself, and you really don't want me going for the food, because I'd probably eat it all before it got in here. (Ryan rolls his eyes and takes Marissa's hand in his leading her out of the room. He yells over his shoulder.)

Ryan: That's alright Seth; we'll get it. (The camera follows them into the kitchen. As they walk in, they begin to talk.)

Marissa: Do you want out of this party as much as I do?

Ryan: You have no idea!

Marissa: I have a plan. First, do you have your cell phone in your pants?

Ryan: Why do you ask? (He smiles at her and pulls her close to him. She laughs but pushes herself off and avoids his kiss.)

Marissa: Because, I want you to call my cell phone. I'll run out and answer it and pretend that it's Caitlyn and that she wants to talk. Then I'll say that I'm going outside for fresh air while I talk to her. Once I'm gone, I'll call you and you can say….

Ryan: Did you talk to Caitlyn?

Marissa: Oh, I completely forgot to tell you. Yeah, I did, and, if you don't mind, I told her we'd meet her for dinner Saturday night.

Ryan: (He kisses her nose.) Of course I don't mind. I'd love to meet your sister.

Marissa: Good. So what are you going to say for your excuse to leave?

Ryan: How about that a friend of mine from school needs a ride home because he's been drinking?

Marissa: (She kisses him quickly.) Perfect. So, do you have your phone?

Ryan: Yes, and I've never been so glad! (She laughs again and he dials her number. As she hears her phone start to ring from her bag in the living room, she runs out of the kitchen in a hurry and rushes to her purse. The camera follows her.)

Marissa: (Slightly breathless.) Caitlyn? (Summer, Seth, and Branning all turn to look at her curious.) What's wrong?

Summer: They're talking again?

Seth: I guess. She called her Monday morning and left a message for Marissa. I didn't tell her about it though till this morning, so I guess she called her back this afternoon or something.

Marissa: Sure, we can talk. (There is a slight pause.) No, no, it's fine. You're not interrupting anything. (She motions towards the door and takes the phone away from her mouth and holds it with her hand over the mouth piece as she talks to her three friends.) I'm just going to go outside. This could take a while; she's upset, and I think that I'm going to need some fresh air during this conversation. (The three friends nod at her, but she leaves so quickly so doesn't even see it. Ryan comes back in the room bearing the food and champagne.)

Ryan: Where'd Marissa go?

Seth: Got a call from Caitlyn.

Ryan: Was she upset again?

Summer: Yeah. Is something wrong?

Ryan: (He thinks for a moment but quickly replies.) Boy drama, I don't know. I didn't ask.

Branning: Oh, boy drama, does Miss Marissa need help? I'm excellent at girl talk. (Seth and Ryan both look at him like he's crazy. Summer just laughs at their expressions.) Right, straight guys, I forgot. (Ryan sits down on the couch and goes to take a glass full of champagne but his cell phone starts to ring so he leans back and pulls it out of his pocket.)

Ryan: Hey man. (Seth, Summer, and Branning all look up at him while he talks.) Really? Yeah, no, I understand. (Slight pause) Yeah, don't do that. I'll be right there. (He hangs up his phone.) Sorry, I have to run, but save me some dessert?

Summer: Where are you going?

Ryan: Oh, a friend of mine had a little too much sauce tonight and needs a ride home so that he doesn't end up on the 11:00 news. (He stands up and walks towards the door.) So, about that dessert….

Seth: Yeah dude, I don't think so. If you leave now, I'll eat it all.

Ryan: (He smirks at him.) Fine, I'll just get Marissa to make me some of my own. (With that he leaves the room and the three are silent until they hear the door shut.)

Branning: That was interesting. You don't think….

Summer: What that Ryan and Marissa just totally faked those calls to each other so they could spend time alone? I wouldn't put it passed them.

Seth: Yeah, but what the hell are they going to do? Have sex in the elevator? (Summer and Branning look at each other for a few seconds and contemplate his question. Together they speak.)

Summer and Branning: Nah!

Summer: They might be horny as hell and always jumping each others bones, but not even they would have sex in an elevator. That's so….

Seth: 80's rock. (Summer and Branning turn to look at him this time and silently question what he said.) What, seriously you two need to brush up on your music knowledge. If we ever play 'name that tune', I'm not playing on either of your teams! Hell, I bet Ryan even knows that reference!

Summer: Well then enlighten us smart ass!

Seth: Nope. (He reaches for the cupcakes and takes one in each hand and begins to eat. When he talks, his mouth is full.) Figure it out for yourself! (The camera pans away from them and goes to the Cohens' house. Sandy and Kirsten are in bed. He is working on paperwork while she is reading. The house is quiet and their room is only lit by their bedside laps. It is a comfortable silence for the two of them. All of a sudden, the doorbell startles them out of their peaceful personal time. They look at each other to determine who will answer the door. Sandy is the first to concede. He gets out of bed in shorts, a t-shirt, and his classic black socks and throws his robe on but does not tie it. Slowly he walks to the door. As he exits their room and heads down the hallways which leads to the foyer, the person at the door rings the bell again.)

Sandy: I'm coming, I'm coming! (He throws the door open to reveal Caleb standing there with an annoyed look on his face.)

Caleb: What the hell took you so long? (He pushes his way inside and walks towards the living room noticing that the lights are off.) Why is the house dark? Didn't make enough last month to pay the electricity bill, eh Sanford?

Sandy: Always a pleasure, Cal, come right in, and what can we do for you….at a quarter after ten at night?

Caleb: We need to talk.

Sandy: Can't this wait till morning?

Caleb: Where's Kiki?

Sandy: In bed.

Caleb: Oh you've got to be kidding me! You two have been married for almost 25 years now and you still have a sex life? Of all things I thought I might find you doing tonight, I never thought that.

Sandy: We weren't, but that's not a bad idea. She's reading.

Caleb: What, the Kama Sutra?

Sandy: Cal, please, this is my wife you're talking about and you're her father. I do not need to hear those words coming out of your mouth, nor do I want to know why you know about that book. Wait here, I'll go and get her. (As he leaves the room, Caleb turns on a light and then proceeds into the kitchen. After switching on a light in there as well, he opens the fridge and starts to rummage through it. Eventually he finds something, Thai takeout, shuts the fridge, and sits down at the counter to eat. Just as he takes his first bite, Sandy and Kirsten walk into the room. She's now in her robe as well.)

Kirsten: Please tell me you're here for more than a late night snack?

Caleb: How old are you two? Late night snack, it's still early.

Sandy: Not when you have a daughter who likes to get up early and a court case first thing in the morning in LA.

Kirsten: Not to mention an 8:00 in the morning meeting that you scheduled.

Caleb: Well, I didn't come here to eat, but while I was waiting for you, I realized that I was hungry, that I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Kirsten: Why not?

Caleb: Is this all you people eat by the way, Thai? I swear your fridge consists of nothing other than boxes of take out, drinks, and cream cheese.

Sandy: Sounds like the perfect contents to me!

Kirsten: What do you want Dad?

Caleb: Like I told your husband, we need to talk.

Sandy: No, I think you need to talk, you want us to listen, and then you want either advice or pity.

Caleb: I never want pity.

Sandy: Fine, sympathy.

Caleb: You can keep your sympathy for all I care! (He goes back to eating.)

Kirsten: Listen you two, we're not going to spend the whole night with you bickering back and forth. Just spit it out; what do you need to tell us.

Caleb: (He puts the food down and looks up at them. Slowly, he leans back in the stool and folds his arms across his chest.) I went and saw Julie today.

Sandy and Kirsten: (Speak at the same time together.) You did what!

Caleb: While we were golfing, (He motions between himself and Sandy.) she called.

Sandy: So that's who you ran off to in such a hurry. After everything she's done to you, I'm surprised you even accepted her call.

Caleb: What can I say, curiosity kills the cat.

Kirsten: You're way past your ninth life, but go on. You saw her?

Caleb: She called and said she had a proposition for me. Like I said, I was curious, so I went to see what she wanted. Turns out, it was a last ditch effort to try to get me to drop all charges against her.

Sandy: Well, that's just ridiculous, you'd never do that, not after all the time and energy we put into bringing her down, not to mention all the money you spent. (He looks at Caleb and notices that he is not agreeing with him.) Right?

Caleb: Well….

Kirsten: Oh you've got to be kidding me! Why, what would ever possess you to help this woman?

Caleb: It's more like I'm protecting my family.

Sandy: Against a woman who is going to be sent away for years?

Caleb: That's not certain, I mean, basically all we have is Sherry's word against theirs, and Sherry's nice and I appreciate what she's doing for us, but it's not enough to put Julie and Lance away.

Sandy: So, we'll get more.

Caleb: What if you can't? (Sandy just looks at him not saying anything.) Look, Julie knows Lance well, and she said that if he doesn't get put away for this where he can't hurt anyone, he'll come after what I love most, my family, with both barrels blazing. Granted, Julie's not the most reliable source, but it you look at his track record, she's probably right, and I can't take that risk. She offered to testify against him if I drop all charges against her.

Kirsten: You can't do that!

Caleb: I can't risk my family either!

Sandy: Please, Cal, don't make any hasty decisions about this. Let me look into it, check on the case, see if they've gotten any more evidence.

Caleb: I can't promise anything. (Caleb stands up and begins to walk out of the kitchen holding the food he took from their fridge. Kirsten follows him.)

Kirsten: Dad, where do you think you're going? You just can't leave after dropping a bomb like that on us! (Caleb yawns.)

Caleb: I think you two had the right idea earlier. Thanks for the food. (He holds it up and proceeds to walk away. When he reaches the door, he opens it and then turns around to face them.) I'm going home to finish eating this and going to bed. I just want this day to be over. I'll talk to you later. (Before they can even say anything, he has already left the house and shut the door after him. Sandy and Kirsten watch the door for a second in silence, shock and annoyance covering their faces.)

Sandy: Well, I hope he didn't take the dumplings. (Kirsten turns to him with a smirk on her face as the camera leaves them and goes to the Cooper residence. Jimmy and Sherry are playing pool with each other while drinking beer and talking. Sherry is shooting currently while Jimmy looks on. She's kicking his ass.)

Jimmy: Where did you ever learn to play pool like this?

Sherry: I have older brothers…as you know, and they taught me. It was a big thing in my house, any fight or difference was solved by a game of pool. I remember many nights we got caught sneaking out of our rooms and playing at like three in the morning. My Mom would get mad and send us to bed threatening to set our Father after us, but Dad would only join in if he caught us.

Jimmy: And do you still play, your family I mean?

Sherry: Every time we see each other. We actually have a score board where we keep track of all our wins.

Jimmy: And?

Sherry: And what?

Jimmy: Who's in the lead? (He takes a sip of his beer and leans again the table while she takes a shot. It goes in.)

Sherry: Me.

Jimmy: (He laughs.) Why don't I find that surprising?

Sherry: Do you want to make the next game interesting?

Jimmy: How?

Sherry: Oh, I don't know, how does a little wager sound?

Jimmy: (He laughs again.) Yeah right! What, do I have fool written across my forehead? (She smirks at him.) Don't answer that.

Sherry: What, are you chicken?

Jimmy: No, I'm just not a glutton for punishment.

Sherry: Fine, I'll let you shoot first.

Jimmy: Yeah, the answer is still no.

Sherry: What do I have to do to get you to bet me?

Jimmy: (He thinks for a minute before replying.) If you let me shoot first and then if you play left handed, I'm in. (She smiles at him, putting her cue stick down on the table and racking the balls.)

Sherry: Done, and you can't pull out now. So, what should we wager?

Jimmy: Money?

Sherry: Nah, too boring, besides, I'd feel bad if I took your money.

Jimmy: What then? (Just then Caitlyn walks in the door, knocking first but still entering because it was open. She notices Sherry and smiles awkwardly.)

Caitlyn: Hey Dad, could we talk….sorry about interrupting your date, but it's really important.

Sherry: Oh, I'm not his date. He's kind of babysitting me if that makes any sense.

Caitlyn: Is that what they call it these days? (She laughs to herself and Sherry just looks embarrassed. Jimmy just seems totally oblivious to the situation.)

Jimmy: Caitlyn, can't this wait? We're a little busy here.

Caitlyn: (She laughs sarcastically.) Yeah, I bet you are!

Jimmy: What's that supposed to mean!

Caitlyn: Nothing, I just really need to talk to you.

Jimmy: About what?

Caitlyn: (She looks at Sherry and then back at her Dad, blushing slightly.) It's private.

Jimmy: I'll talk to you tomorrow. Now, if you'll just run off to bed, we were just about to make our wagers for a friendly game of pool here. (Caitlyn stares at him completely shocked by his behavior and hurt. Swallowing her pride and fighting back tears, she walks out of the room.)
Caitlyn: Yeah, whatever, and don't worry about it. I'll deal with it on my own. (As she reaches the door, she turns back around.) Is Grandma home?

Jimmy: I don't know Caitlyn; I thought you were leaving!

Caitlyn: I'm so gone! (She rushes out running away from him. Sherry is speechless while Jimmy turns back to finish racking the balls since she stopped half way through to witness their train wreck of their father/daughter relationship.)

Jimmy: Sorry about that, where were we? Oh, that's right, we were about to make our wagers. How about if I win, you have to treat me to some ice cream?

Sherry: (She is distracted.) What?

Jimmy: Aren't we a little nervous about loosing? I said, if I win, you have to treat me to some ice cream?

Sherry: Fine, and if I win, (She thinks for a second.) you have to take your daughter out for an evening together. (Jimmy's head snaps up.)

Jimmy: Oh, don't tell me you're going to start in on me about this, too!

Sherry: Hey, you made the rules, and this is what I want.

Jimmy: (He is slightly annoyed.) Fine, but it has to be the weekends because of work for me and school for her, and this weekend is swamped. Besides, it's not like you're going to win, I mean, you're playing left handed.

Sherry: Yeah, and I was also a drug addict who used to hustle people at pool to make enough money to pay for my coke habit. Rack em'! (The camera leaves them and goes to a dark room where the only thing illuminating it is the lights from the swimming pool. As water moves, it creates lulling shadows on the walls of the slight waves. Ryan enters the room and looks around for Marissa, finally spotting her treading water in the deep end smiling contentedly. She is already mostly undressed and only remains in her bra and underwear.)

Ryan: (He slips his shoes and socks off quickly before he crosses his arms in front of his chest as he watches her with admiration, longing, desire, pride, and love clearly written across his face and in his eyes.) So, I take it I don't get to undress you this time?

Marissa: No.

Ryan: Why not?

Marissa: (She starts to move slowly towards the shallow end of the pool as she talks.) Because we don't have all night like we did before. We have to return to the apartment eventually.

Ryan: No we don't.

Marissa: And what about me and work tomorrow?

Ryan: You can call in and say you're doing research.

Marissa: Of what? (She reaches the stairs and begins to walk out of the pool towards him.)

Ryan: Well, you write love scenes, do you not?

Marissa: Occasionally.

Ryan: So, this is research for those.

Marissa: Oh, I don't think so! This remains just between you and me. This (She stands in front of him and wraps her arms around his body even though she's soaking wet and kisses him passionately.) is for your eyes only. (She kisses him again as he wraps his arms around her. Slowly, she pulls back and starts to unbutton his shirt.) Now, I do believe you have some catching up to do. For some reason, I'm the only one who's started undressing already, and we need to get back in that pool.

Ryan: Why?

Marissa: Because I'm cold….and you need to warm me up! (He smiles at her as he lets her undress him never removing his eyes from hers and never doing anything to help take his clothes off. She smiles back and works slowly, because, despite being cold, she's enjoying the task of undressing him. As she unbuttons his last button, she slowly slides the shirt off of his body, letting it fall to the tiled floor and land in a puddle of water.)

Ryan: You do know that my shirt is soaked now?

Marissa: You don't need it.

Ryan: Uh huh, and what am I going to say when we go back upstairs and my shirt is soaking wet?

Marissa: I've changed my mind.

Ryan: About what. (She slowly begins to lift his wife beater up off of his body, kissing his abdomen as she eases it off his body. In between kisses, she speaks and music begins to play in the background. The song is Jem's "Come on Closer".)

Marissa: About….going….back….soon. If….they….become….suspicious…., who…cares. Besides…., they…..would….never….look….for….us….here. (When she finishes, the shirt is up on his chest so he lets her slip it off of him and it joins the over shirt on the floor in the puddle of water. Their lips meet in a passionate grip as they tug on each others mouths and nibble softly. As the kiss's intensity continues to grow, Marissa rakes her nails down his chest and across his abdominals vertically, making marks the entire way down, until she meets his pant line. Once her hands find his pants, she deftly removes his belt tossing it aside and not even noticing where it lands as they continue to assault each others mouths with their own. Teasing him, she plays with the button on his jeans but does not open it until he moans into her mouth, making her laugh, but it is quickly stopped by him forcing her to kiss him again, not that she needed to be forced; she did it willingly. Finally, she unbuttons his pants and proceeds to unzip them as well, pulling them down ferociously for him to kick away absent mindedly. With just his boxers on, he moves them slowly towards the pool, stopping right at the edge of the steps to pick her up and cradle her in his arms as he walks down into the aqua fantasy. He simply holds her close to him as they continue to kiss each other, passionately, teasingly, playfully, hungrily, lovingly. After a few minutes, she squirms her way out of his arms, takes him by the hand and pulls him further into the water till it comes up to their necks. He pushes her against a wall, pinning her there with his own body. Slowly, he takes her bra off and tosses it unto the ledge of the pool. They then both reach down and take off their underwear, laughing as they toss them out of the pool as well. Her legs slip around his waste as he supports both of them while she is still pushed up against the wall. Their lips meet as they once again join their mouths together, but this time the kisses are slower, just as intense, but, as both know they have all the time in the world, they are not as hurried and rushed. Getting lost in each other, eyes open the entire time, blue locked upon blue, they once again made love in a pool just as they had the weekend before. The camera slowly fades away from them as the scene comes to an end.)

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