The third scene starts at the Cooper house. It is later in the afternoon and everyone is gathering to speak about and to Caitlyn. Marissa had called earlier and set the meeting up with Jane, deciding that even if she did not want the woman to be in her life at the present point, she did care about Caitlyn, was more responsible than either Jimmy or Julie, and might be able to help more than either of the actual parents. Jane told Jimmy what was going to occur, the adults would talk amongst themselves before they went to get Caitlyn, who unbeknownst to them was in a drunken state of sleep. Only Jane and Jimmy are there so far, waiting in the living room for Julie and Marissa to join them. Jane had difficulty convincing Julie to come, but eventually it was her curiosity that won out and she agreed to go. Jimmy believed this was a good sign for his relationship with Marissa, but Jane warned him to not even bring it up. As they sit in the living room together, silent, and each lost in their own thoughts, fiddling with their fingers, the doorbell rings. Jane gets up and answers it. When she pulls the door open, Julie is standing there, sunglasses on, with a deep scowl on her face and looking very perturbed.

Julie: (Without removing her glasses) Alright, let's get this started. I have better things to do than talk about some adolescent puppy love with a convicted convict.

Jane: Why, does it remind you too much of your own childhood?

Julie: (She pushes past Jane who was still holding the door and walks towards the living room where she turns her head from Jimmy and refuses to look at him. Calling over her shoulder, she speaks to Jane.) I'll take something to drink….alcoholic preferable. I don't see another way to get through this afternoon.

Jane: (She enters the room and sits down in the chair she vacated to open the door.) No. If you want something to drink, get it yourself. (Exasperated, Julie sits down and lets out a loud sigh.)

Julie: And I thought the wealthy of Newport were supposed to have impeccable manners. (She finally takes off her sunglasses.)

Jane: Not when they're dealing with coke wh0res, sluts, and gold diggers. We only reserve disdain and mockery for them.

Julie: Where's Marissa? I thought this little pow-wow was her idea in the first place.

Jimmy: It was. She was driving from LA from work. Give her a few minutes. She'll be here.

Julie: I really don't see why it's necessary that I am here. It's not like I'm a part of Caitlyn's life or even care what happens. So, she got used by a slightly older criminal, who cares. He was hot, and I would bet money so was the sex.

Jane: Wait, you met him?

Julie: Well, sort of. It's not like Caitlyn introduced us. We, Cal and I, saw them on Valentines Day at the pier.

Jane: You could have said something.

Julie: Why? I never even gave it a second thought….well, at least not about them as a couple, I thought about him afterwards quite a lot!

Jimmy: This is unbelievable! Why are you here again?

Jane: Marissa said she should be here for medical reasons. Caitlyn is going to need tested…

Jimmy: For disease?

Jane: Yes.

Julie: (She laughs.) You might want to check and see if she's knocked up, too. We all know how easily those in my family conceive children.

Jimmy: Caitlyn wouldn't have been trying to trap him. I'm sure she protected herself….unlike you. (The doorbell rings again. Jane gets up to answer it, but before she leaves the room, she turns to Jimmy and Julie.)

Jane: Play nice, you two. This is not about you, no matter how much you want to make it. This is about Caitlyn and helping her, not about you two trying to see who can one up the other. Grow up! (She leaves the room and opens the door to reveal that Marissa has arrived. A small smile forms on her face, one that Marissa tries to return, but it is evident that it is forced. After she lets her in, she stops her from walking towards the living room.) Wait, I have a question for you. How do I pacify them so that they are calm enough to listen and will stop fighting? You lived with them for 21 years; you must know them pretty well.

Marissa: Give Julie alcohol, hard and grained, if you have it, like whisky, and put sports on for Jimmy.

Jane: Can't do the sports, because we have to talk, but whisky I can do. Can I get you anything? (Yelling can be heard from the living room.)

Marissa: Water, that's all I drink, but I'll come with you if you don't mind, brace myself before I have to go into the ring. Where's Caitlyn?

Jane: Upstairs, sleeping. I figured we'd wait and talk and then get her, let her have her peace and attempt at quiet. (Marissa can't help but share a laugh with Jane as she makes fun of her parents. They walk into the kitchen together. Jane first gets Marissa a bottle of water and herself a cup of tea, then she gets Julie's bottle of whiskey but does not bother to get a glass. When Marissa notices this, Jane smiles wryly.) No sense in dirtying unnecessary dishes. (They begin to walk out of the room, but Marissa stops her.)

Marissa: Before we go in there, how is Caitlyn? She won't answer my phone calls.

Jane: Don't take it personally. She won't speak to me, and I live with her. She didn't come home from Sandy and Kirsten's until this morning, she refused to, but Kirsten told me that the only person she would respond to after the first night when she talked to Kirsten was Zoe.

Marissa: (She smiles.) Zoe is pretty undeniable.

Jane: (She notices the look of love on Marissa's face.) You two are close then I take it?

Marissa: Yes, very, and actually, when we're done here, I'm going over to Sandy and Kirsten's to see them all before I go home, so let's get this started, if you don't mind.

Jane: Sure. (The two women walk back into the living room. Jane hands Julie her bottle of whiskey, which she salutes her with before twisting off the cap and taking a large chug.)

Jimmy: Well I see you haven't changed at all.

Julie: Nope, still like my whisky, and you're still a waste. Aw, doesn't it make you nostalgic for the 80's.

Jimmy: Yeah, not really. (Jane and Marissa both sit down in arm chairs, but Marissa is not in the mood to deal with their bickering, so she cuts right to the chase.)

Marissa: Alright, look, I don't have time to put up with you childish games and fighting, so let's just cut to the chase. First of all, one of you needs to make Caitlyn a doctor's appointment with an OB-GYN. She needs tested to make sure she's not pregnant and for possible STD's. Secondly, she needs to start seeing a therapist. By her reluctance to talk and her reaction to the whole situation, this is not going to be something she will get over easily. She is going to need professional help.

Jimmy: What about you?

Marissa: What about me? This is about Caitlyn. I'm fine, I'm talking, I'm functioning, I'm going to work, I'm actually doing great, I'm happy. Trey's locked up, and there is not a doubt in my mind that they will catch Dan soon. What I am concerned about is Caitlyn, how she met and started seeing Trey in the first place, and making sure that she is okay, that he hasn't hurt her too badly.

Julie: This is rich. So she had a bad relationship, big deal. Move on, get over it, and find someone new.

Jane: Some people can't do that Julie.

Jimmy: Some people have a heart, feelings.

Marissa: It might be a good idea to let her get away, rest, recuperate away from everything here that reminds her of him and what happened. What about school?

Jane: I called them and explained the extenuating circumstances. They're sending home all her school work and she's allowed to just finish the year out through correspondence.

Marissa: Good. I also think it would be a good idea to make sure she's never alone too much. We don't know how she's going to react to this. I'm going to be living in LA this summer, so I will only be in Newport on the weekends, but she is welcome to stay with us…

Jimmy: Us?

Marissa: Ryan and I, we already discussed it, and if she wants, she can live with us this summer. Seth and Summer will be in Newport the whole time, so their room will be open, and you'll be able to see her when we come home for the weekends.

Julie: (She is still drinking steadily and getting drunk very quickly. Before she speaks, she snorts out a laugh.) Yeah, like that would happen. Jimmy spending time with his kids! Even I spent more time with you two brats when you were growing up than he did!

Marissa: I wasn't really speaking about Jimmy or you for that matter when I said that. It was mainly for Jane's benefit.

Julie: I don't even understand why you would want your little sister to live with you. I've seen Ryan, and if I had the opportunity to live alone with him with no pesky roommates, there is no way in hell I'd invite anyone to live with us!

Jimmy: Marissa is capable of putting someone else's needs ahead of her own.

Julie: What, unlike you?

Jimmy: Do you know, I have just about had it with all your comments! It's obvious that you really don't care, so I'll take care of this; you can leave.

Julie: What, you mean you'll delegate (She says with air quotes.) this to your Mommy as well?

Jimmy: It's not like you're around to help me out! (Marissa and Jane realize that this is getting out of hand, so they try to step in and stop the fight before it escalates.)

Jane: Jimmy, stop this now. This is not going to help Caitlyn; it's just going to make you feel better about yourself.

Jimmy: Stay out of this mother! This is between Julie and I, and it needed settled a long time ago.

Marissa: Look, I don't have time for you two to fight about who's the worse parent. Can we please just finish this and then you two can fight each other to the death for all I care.

Julie: Shut up, Marissa! Mind your own dmn business and run on back to your rich new family. You're not wanted here!

Jane: That's enough Julie. If anyone is going to leave my house, it will not be my granddaughter. You will go. (Julie just takes another drink from her bottle before smiling and sitting back in her chair again. Marissa watches Jane out of the corner of her eye as she continues to defend her.) I mean, can you blame her for finding a new family, a better family? James and I ignored her and Caitlyn's existence since they were born just because they were your children, something I will regret for the rest of my life, Jimmy was an absent father who made her take care of her little sister, and you were a drunk and a slut who did nothing for your children! I should have done something about this a long time ago, ignore my pride and gotten custody of them when they were little girls. Who knows how many tears they could have avoided let alone gotten the opportunity to actually have a childhood!

Julie: Oh please, like you have any claim over Caitlyn! Sure, you could have gotten Marissa, but there's no way we would have let her go. She was our live in maid, but Caitlyn, who I would have gladly have handed off to anyone who asked for her, couldn't have gone with you. (The three other adults in the room have confused looks on their faces. Jimmy is the first to speak.)

Jimmy: What do you mean Julie?

Julie: Oh please, like you don't already know this! Don't play innocent with me. The only two people who have any right to be here right now talking about Caitlyn and what to do with her are Marissa and I.

Jane: And why would that be?

Julie: Isn't it obvious?

Jane: No.

Julie: (She stands up and sways unevenly on her feet.) What do I have to do, paint a picture for you? She's not his! (She laughs wickedly.)

Marissa: Oh my god.

Jane: Julie, what did you say?

Jimmy: You've got to be kidding me! Seventeen years, seventeen years, you let me believe that she was my daughter, and now, all of a sudden, you decide that I should know the truth!

Julie: I thought it might liven up this discussion a little bit. I was getting bored, and it definitely gave me the upper hand!

Jane: Get out of my house, call yourself a cab, and never, ever show your face around me or my granddaughters again.

Julie: You say that plural?

Jane: That is because I have two granddaughters. Whether Caitlyn is related to me by blood or not, it does not matter; I love her. (Marissa starts to tear up, but hastily wipes them off of her face. Jimmy gets up and storms out of the room. Jane jumps up and tries to go after him.) Jimmy, please, wait…. (But she is too late; he's out of the front door before she even has a chance to catch him. Julie walks past her, still carrying the bottle of whisky and laughing softly to herself.)

Julie: Thanks for the refreshments. I'll stop by; we'll do this again. (She opens the door and saunters out, leaving Jane and Marissa shell shocked, mouths gaping, eyes wide. Slowly, Jane shuts the door and walks into the kitchen, motioning for Marissa to follow her. As the two women enter the room, Marissa takes a seat at the breakfast counter on a stool while Jane pours herself a drink and gulps it quickly before putting the alcohol away. After a moment of silence, Marissa speaks up.)

Marissa: Did you mean what you said back there or did you say it to get a reaction out of Julie?

Jane: What are you talking about?

Marissa: Do you really still love Caitlyn like she was your real granddaughter?

Jane: She is my real granddaughter. Relationships are not formed by blood but by the heart.

Marissa: Alright then, we'll do this together. Obviously, Julie will be no help and it doesn't look like Jimmy will either. He's still the birthfather on record, so I think we should try to have him sign over guardianship to you.

Jane: Really?

Marissa: Yes. Unless she comes to live with me, which at this point, I'm not sure she'll do because she, we think, feels guilty for what happened,…

Jane: Because she technically led him to you?

Marissa: Yeah, that's what Ryan thinks, and it makes sense.

Jane: Well, I'd be honored to be her legal guardian.

Marissa: I think you'll be able to take the best care of her right now anyway. With my work schedule and Ryan's, she would be on her own a lot, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't come and visit us as much as she wants.

Jane: No, I agree, and don't worry, I will get her to the doctors' even if I have to physically force Jimmy to take her. (Marissa smiles and stands up.) Do you think we should tell her about this…that Jimmy is not her father…right away or should we wait?

Marissa: Honestly, I have no idea. Why don't we wait and ask her doctors?

Jane: That's a good idea.

Marissa: Well, I know this isn't the best time to leave, and I never got to see Caitlyn, but I think she needs her sleep more than she needs any attempt from me to comfort her. At least she can escape in her sleep. But I do need to get going because I have some other things I have to do while I'm here, so I'll show myself out. (She starts to walk away, but Jane's voice stops her.)

Jane: Do you know how good of a big sister you are?

Marissa: Thanks. (Her voice becomes slightly emotional.) Do you know how good of a grandmother you're being right now? (Jane walks up to her. Hesitantly, Marissa hugs her, whispering into her ear while she holds her close.) Thank you, for loving her. It's all she's ever really wanted.

Jane: (She pulls herself out of Marissa's embrace but keeps her hands on her arms as she looks into the younger woman's face.)You might not believe me and this might not be the right time to say this, but I love you, too. You do know that, right?

Marissa: (She stifles a cry.) Yeah, I do. Could we maybe have lunch some time, maybe next weekend, just the two of us?

Jane: (She smiles at her and lets tears fall down her face, not even bothering to wipe them away.) Sounds perfect. I will call you tonight with an update on Caitlyn. (She walks Marissa to the door. After opening it for her, the two women share another smile.) Have a nice evening.

Marissa: You, too. (With one last smile exchanged, Marissa walks out and moves towards her car. Jane watches her leave the entire time and does not close the door until her car has disappeared. With a smile on her face, she walks up the stairs to check on Caitlyn and the camera fades away. It goes to Caleb who is sitting in his office at the Newport Group on the phone. Only his side of the conversation can be heard.)

Caleb: First of all, has Marissa figured out that she's being watched? (Pause) Good. Now what about this Atwood fellow, any sign of him? (Pause) So that means he's close? (Pause) Put a few men on it. I will not sleep peacefully until I know that you've found him, and remember what I said. (Pause) Exactly. I'll expect your call tomorrow afternoon around the same time. (He hangs up the phone and looks off in the distance as he thinks to himself. The camera leaves him as he remains sitting there pondering the situation his family is in and goes to the Roberts' mansion where, inside, Neil and Summer are sitting together at the kitchen table, playing cards, snacking on junk food, and talking.)

Neil: Now, Summer, we've talked about the weather, my work, your work, Ryan and Marissa, The Cohens, and, against my will, the season finale of The Valley, but you've been here for hours, you've won a hell of a lot of money off of me as you win hand after hand of poker, yet still we haven't even broached the reason why all of sudden, without any forewarning, you showed up at home today upset and asking if you could spend the night, which, by the way, you never have to ask to do. You are and always will be welcome wherever I am at.

Summer: It's nothing, really, I was just overreacting.

Neil: Well, you do that well. (Summer glares at him with the looks she normally reserves for Seth when she is about to go into a rage blackout.) Rage blackouts, right, yeah, sorry. (They are both silent for a moment until Neil ventures to speak again.) Does this have to do with Seth? You haven't even said his name once since you got here.

Summer: Cohen? A little, I guess, I don't know. It's a lot of different things. (After a pause.) Do you ever talk to Mom at all?

Neil: What?

Summer: My Mom, do you ever talk to her?

Neil: No. I don't know where she is. When she left, she cut off ties not only with you but with me as well. I tried to find her at first, but I don't think she wanted to be found. After about a year, I gave up. What's brought this on? You haven't asked about your Mom since middle school.

Summer: I don't know. I guess it's just knowing that I can't have children and seeing how close the Cohens are as a family…

Neil: Hey, we're a family. We might be a small one, but I think dmn good despite the fact that there are only two members…

Summer: (She laughs.) Or because of it. (He smiles at his daughter.) Do you think she ever had more children? I mean, I might have a brother or sister out there that I never met.

Neil: I don't know. To be honest, I never thought about it.

Summer: Did you ever want to have more children, Dad?

Neil: Now, that I did think about. But after a few years of marriage with Gloria, I knew that she would not make a good mother, and I couldn't risk bringing another child into this world with an unstable parent.

Summer: You're a good Dad, do you know that? (She stands up and goes over to his side of the table and kisses his cheek before hugging him around his shoulders.) I love you, Daddy.

Neil: You're a good daughter, and I love you, too, but I think this sudden showcase of affection has more to do with you getting a look at my cards. (She laughs.)

Summer: You're right, and I'd just fold now if I were you. (He laughs with her and puts his cards down.)

Neil: Come on. I think I've lost enough money for one night. What do you say, I take you shopping so that you can spend all the money you won from me, we'll stop and take a look at wedding dresses, too, if you want, and then afterwards, we'll go out to dinner, just the two of us.

Summer: (She takes his arms in hers and they begin to walk out of the house together.) Sounds good….except, why don't we just get take out and come back here and watch movies after we shop.

Neil: You mean, you'll let me eat greasy food tonight?

Summer: No, we're going to get vegetable pizza.

Neil: (His voice is slightly whiney as he complains about her food selection.) Summer!

Summer: Do you want to eat at all!

Neil: (He laughs again at her strict control over him.) Fine. (They are both quiet for seconds before Summer speaks up.)

Summer: Dad?

Neil: Hm?

Summer: Do you really think that Cohen is okay with adopting kids?

Neil: Summer. (She looks up at him with tears in her eyes.)

Summer: Because if he's not, if he would be happier with someone else, I'd rather let him go now than start a family after we're married and have him decide that I'm not enough for him, that adopting isn't enough for him.

Neil: Honey, I want you to listen to me. You know that I have not always approved of Seth, but it was never because I did not think that he loved you enough. That boy is devoted to you; you are his world. He would rather have no kids, adopted or not, then loose you. If there is one thing I'm sure about, it is that. Now, I want you to quit worrying about this, and if you can't, ask Seth for yourself. I guarantee you the thought hasn't even crossed his mind to not be with you over this. (Summer smiles up at her father before they continue out of the door. As he is shutting it and locking it behind him, her face changes though, her smile disappears and it is replaced by a worried expression. Once he is finished, she puts her fake smile back on and they walk off arm in arm to his car. The camera leaves them and goes to an apartment complex's hallway. There, standing in front of an unknown door, is Seth, knocking profusely, due to his impatience. Finally, the door swings open and without waiting for an invite, Seth walks in. When the door is closed, it is revealed to be Branning's apartment.)

Branning: (He is dressed extremely causally, shorts and a t-shirt.) Seth….you're in my apartment. Why?

Seth: I need to talk to someone.

Branning: I think your fiancé should do fine in that area. I'm under the impression she knows how to listen.

Seth: She does, and I would, but she's not home.

Branning: Really? Where's she at?

Seth: Work, I guess, I don't know. Why?

Branning: Oh, nothing, just curious. We got done early today because they were having problems with a camera. I thought she said she was going home to spend time with you.

Seth: She probably meant her other home, Rodeo Drive.

Branning: Smart girl. So, Summer's not home, but there's always Ryan and Marissa.

Seth: Yeah, they're not home either, work, and even if they were, I'm still pretending to be mad at them.

Branning: Pretending?

Seth: Well, you see, they're staying in LA this summer for work and are only going home to Newport on the weekends, and I kind of sort of maybe said that they didn't care enough about their family while telling them off. I was mad at the time because I was hurt and sad, but I'm over it now, but I can't give in that easily, so I'm just pretending to be mad now.

Branning: Aw, yeah, makes perfect sense. (His tone of voice displays that he obviously does not think this but is not in the mood to listen to Seth's explanation, so he just goes along with what he said.) So, I was your last option?

Seth: Yeah pretty much. My normal go-to for advice is who I need to talk about, so I can't very well talk to her.

Branning: Oh, there's another woman in your life, this is sounding juicy. (He leads him in to the living room and has him sit down.) Do tell.

Seth: Well, first, before I get started, because that could take a while, what are you doing in a couple of weeks?

Branning: Working.

Seth: Yeah, besides that.

Branning: I don't know. Do I get a specific date?

Seth: Oh, sure. What are you doing June 10th?

Branning: Obviously, you want me to do something, so why don't you just tell me what I'm doing.

Seth: Good idea. You're coming to my little sister's birthday party. I know it sounds lame, but it's not the friend one, it's the family one.

Branning: Aw, and you consider me family, I'm touched.

Seth: Yeah, no. (He shakes his head while he says no to get the point across then smiles.) We're allowed to have our friends for the family party, and it should be fun. My Dad and I fighting over the barbeque, my Grandpa sitting in the corner snarking nasty, snide comments at everyone, Summer working on her tan, my Mom rushing around waiting on us hand and foot, Marissa cooking the rest of the delicious food, reason enough to come, and, the thing I think you'll like the best, Ryan in his swim trunks, because it's a pool party.

Branning: (His voice is hopeful.) He doesn't wear a Speedo, does he?

Seth: No, but if you agree to come, I'll promise not to wear one.

Branning: Alright, I'm in. Now, should I bring anything?

Seth: BYOB, bring your own booze man.

Branning: Really?

Seth: Nah, it's a dry party. Um…just bring yourself, your swim suit, not birthday suit, I love you, but I don't love you that much or in that way….

Branning: I know Seth, get on with it.

Seth: Right, bring your own sun tan lotion, and the key to get in, a birthday present. If you need ideas, just ask Summer.

Branning: Trust me, I can buy for a little girl.

Seth: You can?

Branning: Yeah.

Seth: Well, I know you don't have kids; do you have a little sister, too, or perhaps some young nieces?

Branning: I'm just a shopping expert.

Seth: Yeah, don't remind me. I had to go on one of those shopping expeditions, one of the scariest experiences of my sheltered and protected life, thank you very much. (Branning laughs at him.)

Branning: So, now that I said that I will come to the party, are you ready to talk about this mystery woman yet?

Seth: Nope.

Branning: Fine, what else do you have to talk about first?

Seth: The new Wolfmother CD?

Branning: Can you dance to it?

Seth: You could do a little head banging, some finger drumming, does that work?

Branning: No, so we're not talking about it.

Seth: What about the new comics that come out this week?

Branning: Do you want me to fall asleep on you right now?

Seth: Alright, we'll table that discussion for later. I tried this new ice cream flavor today.

Branning: Seth!

Seth: What?

Branning: Is there a point to this utter nonsense?

Seth: Sure.

Branning: What is it?

Seth: When I come up with it, I'll let you know. (Branning glares at him.) By the way, why are you dressed like that? Normally you're dressed to impress.

Branning: I was cleaning.

Seth: Dude, you so need to get a Ryan. He handles that for you.

Branning: I've been trying; flirting with him doesn't seem to help my cause. Dmn Marissa! (Seth laughs.)

Seth: You know, she's good at cleaning, too. You could always jump fences and try to steal her from Ryan.

Branning: Not going to happen. I'll just keep cleaning for myself and keep working on Ryan. (Seth laughs again.)

Seth: I'm just glad you don't clean in a French maid's outfit.

Branning: Only when I know company is coming over. You surprised me.

Seth: (Seth's mouth falls open in shock.) Okay, I think I'll be leaving now. (He gets up to walk away and Branning laughs.)

Branning: You might be able to dish out the sarcasm, but you don't even recognize anyone else's. (Seth, without saying anything, walks backwards and sits back down.)

Seth: Alright, so let's cut to the chase and talk about this issue of mine before you scare me so bad again I really do leave.

Branning: Oh, before you begin, can I get you anything to eat or drink?

Seth: Later, we'll be ordering in, but for now, I'll talk. (Branning's mouth drops open as Seth invites himself over for dinner, but he just lets him talk, knowing he'd be fighting a losing battle.) Alright, so it's about….. (The camera pans away from him and goes to the Cohen's. Marissa is standing outside of the door, after ringing the bell, and waiting for someone to answer it. The door swings open and Sandy is there to greet her.)

Sandy: Marissa! (Because he yells her name, Kirsten and Zoe, who were in the kitchen, hear who it is and come rushing to see her. Marissa smiles at the sight of them as they do at her. As Sandy shuts the door, Zoe launches herself onto Marissa's leg and holds tight while Kirsten gives her a quick hug.)

Kirsten: You know, when I said that you guys don't have to knock because this is your house as well, you were included in that.

Marissa: (She laughs and bends over and picks up Zoe, putting her on her hip and kissing her cheek before smiling at her and turning to talk to Kirsten.) Are you sure?

Sandy: Positive. So, how are you kid?

Marissa: I'm good, but Caitlyn, not so much.

Zoe: She's your sister.

Marissa: Yes, she is.

Zoe: She's really sad, and she doesn't talk or smile or laugh as much as you do.

Marissa: That's because something happened to hurt her feelings.

Zoe: I made her smile.

Marissa: You did?

Zoe: Yep. I petted her leg and smiled at her.

Marissa: (She hugs Zoe to her.) Thank you for making her feel a little better.

Zoe: No problem. (The three adults laugh at her response and then the group of four walk into the kitchen.)

Sandy: So, not that we're complaining, but this is a surprise. What brings you to Newport today?

Marissa: Caitlyn.

Kirsten: Did you go to see her?

Marissa: Actually, I went to see Jane, Jimmy, and Julie about Caitlyn.

Sandy: And how did that go?

Marissa: Definitely not as planned, but I'll tell you about that in a minute. I wanted to ask you first about this weekend. Do you guys have anything planned?

Kirsten: Just helping Seth and Summer get moved back in. You and Ryan are coming home this weekend, right?

Marissa: Well, sort of, but that's why I'm here. (Sandy and Kirsten look at her slightly confused.) Seth and Summer are not very happy with Ryan and I right now, so we wanted to do something to show them how special they are to us. Our idea was to split up the boys and girls this weekend. The guys would stay here and have a guys' weekend, video games, beer, sports, and the girls would go to San Diego to the….

Kirsten: To the big bridal convention, I heard about that.

Marissa: Yeah, well I thought Summer would be in seventh heaven down there.

Zoe: Do I get to go? (Marissa smiles at her and laughs.)

Marissa: You're a girl, right?

Zoe: Definitely!

Marissa: Well then, you're going. (She turns back to Kirsten.) Shopping's really not my thing, but I thought that while you and Summer went around to all the booths, Zoe and I would just play around, eat a lot of cake. (Sandy laughs.)

Sandy: That's what I'd be doing! (Kirsten rolls her eyes at him.)

Kirsten: It sounds great. What did Seth and Summer say?

Marissa: Actually, we're keeping it a surprise for them, but I was wondering if you could book the hotel for us?

Kirsten: Consider it done. (She turns to Zoe.) Zoe, baby, why don't you run up to your room and grab that picture you drew for Marissa's office and bring it down for her.

Marissa: Do you think you could make one for Ryan, too, while you're up there, because I don't want him to get jealous?

Zoe: (Marissa sets her down and she runs off, yelling over her shoulder.) Sure! (Once she's gone, the three adults go over and sit down at the kitchen table.)

Sandy: This must not be a quick and easy story.

Marissa: You could say that again. (She begins to get emotional and tears gather in her eyes. Kirsten sees this and moves her chair closer to Marissa and takes her into her arms.)

Kirsten: Honey, what is it?

Marissa: (After a few sniffles and composing herself, she begins to talk.) We gave Julie whisky to try and get her to shut up so we could actually discuss Caitlyn.

Sandy: No offense, but why did you have her there in the first place?
Marissa: For medical reasons, Caitlyn's underage and Jane and I have no legal control over her. Well, anyway, she got drunk, really drunk, really quickly, and she and Jimmy started fighting, only to have it end with her revealing that Caitlyn is not Jimmy's daughter.

Kirsten: What?

Sandy: I must say this really does not surprise me. She doesn't look anything like him, and knowing Julie's track record….

Kirsten: Sandy! (He stops talking and smiles apologetically at Marissa who just laughs.) Honey, what can we do to help? (With that the scene fades and ends.)

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