The fourth scene starts out early Saturday morning, the day of the party. Caitlyn is laying in her bed, just thinking, while she listens to music. It's obvious that she has not really slept and that she is in deep though. The song that is playing softly in the background is Eisley's "Head Against the Sky". Jane looks into the room to check on her and is surprised to see that she is awake. Gently, without saying anything, she comes in and sits on her bed beside her. Caitlyn sees that she does this, but still remains silent until Jane finally breaks the quiet of the room when she speaks.

Jane: You know, I'll never understand your taste in music. No offense, but if I'd had the last few weeks that you've had, there's no way I'd be listening to music this depressing. (Caitlyn laughs softly.)

Caitlyn: I guess I just like it, because I feel as if the music is identifying with what I'm feeling right now. Happy music would just seem so contrived and ridiculing. Strangely enough, I find this comforting. (Sensing that Caitlyn is in a mood to talk, Jane settles back in the bed and pulls her Granddaughter over to her so that she is laying against her side and wraps one of her arms around her. They both relax back into the mound of pillows behind them after they are situated.)

Jane: I don't care what it is, anything that gives you a sense of comfort now is good in my book. (She pauses for a second while considering what she should say next.) How are you kiddo? (Caitlyn shrugs her shoulders to symbolize that she doesn't know.) What about therapy? Does it help to talk there?

Caitlyn: I guess so, I mean, there's just so much to talk about, and sometimes I get there and I just don't know where to start.

Jane: Don't worry about her, just talk about whatever you feel like talking about that day. What she thinks isn't important. What matters is what you think and feel; she's just there to listen and offer unbiased advice when you want it.

Caitlyn: I know, it's just weird. So much of what happened to me is personal, things that I would have a hard time talking about to anyone and I'm supposed to tell them to a stranger.

Jane: Everything's confidential.

Caitlyn: I know….

Jane: Is there anyone you would feel comfortable talking to about this?

Caitlyn: Normally I would say Marissa, but after what I caused to happen to her….

Jane: Caitlyn, quit this, now. How many times do Marissa and I have to tell you that she does not blame you?

Caitlyn: I know she says that, but does she really mean it. I mean, how could she not blame me?

Jane: Did you take Trey to her apartment the first time he attacked her?

Caitlyn: (Her voice is little more than a whisper.) No.

Jane: Did you purposely take him to that party so that he could hurt her again?

Caitlyn: Of course not!

Jane: Did you know that Trey was the person who was harassing her and Ryan? Did you know that he was Ryan's brother?

Caitlyn: No.

Jane: Did Trey constantly lie to you, about his age, about his background, about his intentions?

Caitlyn: Yes.

Jane: Was he a good liar?

Caitlyn: (He snorts a laugh as if the answer is obvious.) Oh you could definitely say that!

Jane: Would you ever wish for anything bad to happen to your sister?

Caitlyn: What do you think? (Her voice shows slight irritation at the present line of questioning.)

Jane: Just answer my question.

Caitlyn: (She giggles which makes Jane beam even though Caitlyn can't see her.) Yes, counselor, and no, I'd never, ever want anything bad to happen to Marissa.

Jane: Alright, so then why can't you see that what happened to her is not your fault? You can talk to her if you want to. Marissa wants you to open up to her.

Caitlyn: Oh, I know that. She's always been there to listen to me, but I'm not ready to talk to her yet.

Jane: (Her tone is hopeful.) What about me?

Caitlyn: No offense, but I'm just not comfortable enough with you to talk about some of these things.

Jane: That's understandable, we're still getting to know one another, but if you ever change your mind, I am here to listen, if you want to talk to me.

Caitlyn: Thanks.

Jane: And I assume that you can't talk to Jimmy about this either, right?

Caitlyn: (She laughs again, causing Jane to smile just as she did before.) No way!

Jane: What about someone from school, one of your friends?

Caitlyn: Yeah, don't really have any. When I would tell you that I was with my friends….

Jane: You were with him.

Caitlyn: Uh huh.

Jane: Well, I'll give you this much. You're a good liar. (Caitlyn laughs. Without even thinking, Jane continues.) That's something you get from your father. I was never able to figure him out when he was in high school, and I'm sure that I don't want to know, even to this day, what he was really doing when he was lying to me. (Shock covers her face as she realizes what she said, but because Caitlyn is leaning against her, she can't see, so she just continues the conversation.)

Caitlyn: It's about the only thing that I got from him then. We're nothing alike, at all, I mean, you've seen us. We don't resemble each other one iota!

Jane: Oh, that doesn't matter.

Caitlyn: (She laughs nervously.) I know.

Jane: (She hastily tries to change the subject.) So, is there anyone else you could think of that you might be able to talk to?

Caitlyn: Well, there is one person…. (The scene fades away from them and goes to Seth, Summer, and Branning who are all sleepily making their way into the Diner. They practically fall into a booth when they go to sit down, because they're all still tired. Once they're seated, they rest their heads on their hands which are supported by their elbows on the table. Their eyes are heavy with sleep, but they are awake nonetheless. Of the three of them, Seth is the most chipper. In the background, the song "Louisiana" by The Walkmen is playing.)

Summer: I can't believe we got kicked out of our house!

Branning: Yeah, well if Seth hadn't of ambushed Marissa this morning after waiting up all night for her so he could help her bake, we'd still be sleeping right now.

Seth: Excuse me if I'm excited about the birthday cake. I've been looking forward to this for months!

Summer: What are you talking about? Marissa bakes us cakes all the time.

Seth: Yeah, but not birthday cakes with decorations and colorful frosting and sprinkles and….

Branning: Whoa, there Seth; who's birthday is this, yours or Zoe's?

Seth: You have a point, but if she would have let me help her, then I could have licked the spoons and bowls clean.

Summer: (She rolls her eyes and tiredly picks up a menu.) Oh my god, could you be any more pathetic! (Branning picks up his menu as well and begins to look through it.)

Branning: So I was kind of surprised when we pulled into the parking lot this morning. You guys eat here often or am I getting the low class special?

Seth: You did not just insult the Diner, did you, because if you did, well, the shit is going to hit the fan and the Ironist is going to kick your ass!

Summer: (She just stares at him in shock, mouth agape, but is too tired to laugh at him.) Don't mind Seth. He was raised by a pack of rabid dogs. He doesn't know any better, but the Diner is a pretty special place for us. We used to come here like everyday back in high school for one reason or another, and actually, you should feel pretty special, because this is our signature booth.

Branning: Your signature booth?

Summer: Yeah, we always sat her, Ryan, Seth and I. Now Marissa comes here with us, too, but, of course, since she didn't go to high school with us, it doesn't mean as much to her.

Branning: So this place is pretty much filled with good memories for the three of you?

Seth: And bad. When Summer and I were on our break, she brought Zach here with her. They used to share black and white milkshakes. It was disgusting.

Summer: Well at least Zach knew how to use a straw! (Seth laughingly mocks her while Branning just grins from ear to ear.)

Branning: Is this how you two were in high school, constantly bickering back and forth?

Summer: No, we fought more then.

Branning: Yeah, that's what bickering means.

Seth: No, bickering is playful; fighting is serious, right Summer?

Summer: You've got it Cohen. (She sets down her menu.) I don't even know why I'm looking at this. I order pancakes every time anyway.

Seth: As do I snookums. (He leans in to kiss her, but she pushes his face away roughly.) What!

Summer: Do not call me snookums!

Branning: Alright, so why don't we change the topic. So, what's the party going to be like?

Seth: What do you mean; it's a pool party. What do you think we're going to do?

Branning: Well, that depends.

Summer: On what? What do you do in a pool?

Branning: Depends upon whom I'm with. If I'm with little kids, I play with them and help them learn how to swim. If I'm with say you two, I lounge around and we gossip. However, say I'm with someone like Ryan….

Seth: Hey there buddy, stop right there! Brakes on, please. This is a family restaurant; let's keep it G-rated, thank you very much!

Summer: Yeah, seriously, we're about to order food here, and there's no way I'm going to let your little Ryan fantasy ruin my short stack!

Branning: (He laughs.) Alright, alright, I give in, but the thought did wake me up. So, what are we going to do today until we're due back at the house for the celebration festivities?

Seth: I wonder if Mom got a piñata.

Summer: Cohen! (He doesn't respond, because he's too lost in thought.) COHEN!

Seth: What, woman!

Summer: Oh no you didn't! (Between every word, she pinches him, and the pinches increase in intensity as she continues to speak.) How many times have I warned you never to call me woman!

Seth: It's just a habit. You can call me man if it makes you feel any better.

Summer: You'd have to be one first! (Branning, all of a sudden, starts laughing hilariously.)

Branning: So, what is this, bickering or fighting? (All of a sudden, Summer and Seth both turn to him with wrath in their eyes.) Yeah, I'm just going to figure out what I'm eating for breakfast. Carry on. (He lifts his menu and hides behind it. Seth and Summer giggle silently together and Summer winks at him.)

Summer: You know what Cohen, you can take back your ring, too, because I sure as hell won't be needing it!

Seth: Works for me! I'll be able to invest in more comic books this way! (Branning throws his menu down and looks at them as they are about to start laughing. Once they do, he gets ticked off and stands up to storm out of the Diner, but Summer stands up and runs after him.)

Summer: Branning, Branning, stop, please, come back. We're sorry; we just couldn't resist. (She starts laughing again, which makes him even more annoyed.)

Branning: You don't sound very apologetic!

Summer: I am, we are, just come on, don't go. If you stay, we'll invite to a really cool party.

Branning: And it's not a birthday party for a four year old?

Summer: No, promise.

Branning: Will there be strippers? (Seth starts laughing.)

Seth: If you get someone drunk enough, there might be. (Summer shoots a glare his way.)

Summer: No, Branning, no strippers, but Ryan will there.

Branning: (He moves back to the table.) Again, why didn't you say so in the first place? So tell me, what's this party for?

Summer: You're invited, officially now, to the Cohen family Fourth of July celebration, held at the beach this year.

Branning: You've got to be kidding me, another family party?

Seth: There are fireworks…speaking of which, I'm in charge of purchasing them this year, so I thought we could go and peruse the wares after we finish breakfast.

Summer: And I'm in charge of decorations, so you can help me with that.

Branning: And what if I said I already had plans for the Fourth?

Seth: (His tone is dismissive.) Break them.

Summer: (Her tone is unbelieving.) With whom?

Branning: Why do I take this abuse?

Summer: (She smiles cheekily up at him.) Because you love us!

Branning: Do not.

Summer: Do so.

Branning: Do not.

Summer: Do….

Seth: (He interrupts her.) Because you love Ryan!

Branning: Do no….yeah, I so do! (He gets a dreamy expression on his face, making Summer elbow Seth while she snaps her fingers in front of Branning to get his attention.)

Summer: Hello, focus! (He looks at her, smirking.) Okay, that's better. Now, did you pick what you're ordering yet, because I'm starving, and if we're going shopping for fireworks, decorations, and a new bikini for me,…

Branning: Wait, we're seriously doing all that?

Summer: Yeah.

Seth: (His tone is whiny.) Ugh….shopping….. (Once he realized what she said, he becomes excited instead.) did you say new bikini?

Summer: Yes, I did, Cohen.

Seth: Have I ever told you that I love the mall? (She laughs and leans over and kisses him. Branning just rolls his eyes and covers his face with his menu.)

Branning: If I hear any moaning, not even the promise of Ryan stripping at the party will get be back to this table. (Seth and Summer laugh as the scene fades out on the four as the waitress approaches to take their order. It goes to Caleb who is in his office at work, despite the fact that it is a Saturday. He is on the phone with the man who is in charge of the investigation he is bankrolling to find Dan.)

Caleb: Where was he last seen? (Pause while the guy responds.) Hitchhiking? Do you know where he was headed? (Pause) Reno? Like Father, like son, I guess. (Pause) What, oh, his son took one of my employee's daughter there. (Pause) Yes, the son that's in jail. How many sons do you think he has! (Pause) If I meant Ryan, I would have said Ryan, and besides, he dates Marissa, you know the woman you're supposed to have your men guarding for me. (Pause) Yeah, well your clueless behavior is making me doubt your ability to handle this case. (Pause) Speaking of which, I want security doubled for the party this afternoon. (Pause) It could have been a diversionary tactic. We do not know for sure if he's in Reno or not, but, in case he is, send some men there as well. (Pause) Just my son in law knows, so keep your men hidden and at a distance. I do not want my Granddaughter's party ruined. Do you understand me? (Pause) Good. Now, if you hear anything about his whereabouts, call me on my cell. I'll keep it on all afternoon and evening. I want to hear the news as soon as you get it. (Pause) Keep me posted. (He hangs up the phone and goes straight back to work. The camera leaves him and goes to a cheap motel where Dan is searching rapidly through the room, looking behind and beneath the furniture. As he looks, he talks to himself.)

Dan: Dmn it, Trey! After all the trouble I went through to get here, listening to that stupid truck driver Tom ramble on and on, those papers better be here you worthless son of a bitch! I need those documents. Why you had to hide them here, I'll never know, afraid of the cops finding them if one of us got caught. It's a good thing you're locked up, because you really did not have the taste for this kind of thing. (Finally goes into the bathroom and lifts the toilet lid to reveal a sealed plastic case. Pulling it out, he opens it, dropping the case into the bathroom sink and taking the papers out into the main room with him again. When he spreads the papers out onto the table in the room, they are revealed to be blueprints.) Thank you Ryan, thank you very much. You're little school project is going to help Daddy get what he wants once and for all! (He laughs manically as the camera scans the blueprints until it highlights the label of the document. In the upper corner of the paper, the blueprints say, Cohen house. The camera fades away from Dan and goes to Kirsten as she is getting Zoe up and helping her to get ready. She goes into the room, which is still slightly dark as the shades are drawn against the morning light. Kirsten opens them up and the light from the exposed windows wakes up Zoe. She yawns as she stretches before sitting up straight in bed and smiling.)

Zoe: Morning Mommy.

Kirsten: (She smiles back at her.) Good Morning Zoe. So, are you ready for your party?

Zoe: How much longer do I have to wait?

Kirsten: Just a few more hours now, but it won't take long. We're going to get you ready and then we're going to run some errands together, starting with breakfast, anything you want.

Zoe: We're not eating breakfast here?

Kirsten: Nope. Marissa, with Ryan's help, although I can only see him distracting her from her work, is making your birthday cake in the kitchen right now, and she wants it to be a surprise, so I agreed to take you out for breakfast. Seth, Summer, and Branning all went out for breakfast a while ago. Marissa made them leave because Seth was annoying her.

Zoe: Figures. (She laughs.) I like Branning though, he's funny. He likes to make fun of Seth just like Daddy, Ryan, Marissa, and Summer do.

Kirsten: (Kirsten laughs with her and sits down on her bed, tickling her slightly.) That's because Seth makes it so easy for us to make fun of him. (Zoe nods her head agreeing with her Mom.)

Zoe: What kind of errands do we have to run?

Kirsten: Well, we have to pick up the food from the caterers. I wanted to stop by the store and get some new pool toys for you all to play with. I have to take back Seth's helium tank. Oh, and I thought, if you wanted to, we could go to the spa and gets manicures and pedicures together, as a birthday treat. (Zoe pushes her covers back and jumps up on her bed, slapping her hands together in anticipation.)

Zoe: Can I get them to match my new bathing suit?

Kirsten: (She laughs.) Anything you want, honey. But come on, you know that you're not allowed to jump on your bed. Down, now, please. (Zoe listens and climbs down from her bed. The two girls walk into her bathroom together. While Kirsten draws her bath for her, Zoe stands on a stool and brushes her teeth.)

Zoe: Is Daddy coming with us?

Kirsten: Oh, he wanted to honey, but he had to run some errands too this morning, so it's just us. Besides, I don't think Daddy would want to go to the spa.

Zoe: Why? Branning said last night that he loves going to the spa.

Kirsten: (She laughs, knowing that she is flirting with a dangerous topic here with her young daughter, and that this is something that she is not ready to discuss with her nor willing to.) Well, Zoe, different people have different interests. Although Branning likes to go to the spa, your Daddy doesn't.

Zoe: Do Seth and Ryan?

Kirsten: No, I don't think so, at least they'd never admit to it.

Zoe: Grandpa?

Kirsten: (She laughs.) Definitely not!

Zoe: (She finishes brushing her teeth and puts her toothbrush away. After she climbs down from her stool, she goes to the closet in the bathroom, opens it, but turns around to face her mom before she gets something out of it.) Can I take a bubble bath?

Kirsten: Sure.

Zoe: (She giggles excitedly and pulls down the bubbles.) Yes! (Kirsten smiles at her enthusiasm and stands up from the side of the tub, since it is filling and at the right temperature.)

Kirsten: Alright then. The water is ready for you. I'm going to go and get dressed while you take your bubble bath. Whenever you're done, just call and Mommy will come and help you get dressed, okay?

Zoe: Gotcha! (Kirsten laughs again as she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her, nodding her head from side to side as she hears her daughter start to sing in the bathroom.)

Kirsten: Just like Seth! (With that, she leaves Zoe's bedroom and starts down the hall towards the stairs and her own bedroom. The camera leaves her and goes to the kitchen where Ryan and Marissa are working on the cake a little while later. They are still in their pajamas as they work. All the ingredients for the cake are out on the island, so that they are in easy access for Marissa. At first, Ryan is merely watching her as she puts ingredients into the bowl while reading the cookbook, handing things to her when she asks for them.)

Marissa: Sugar?

Ryan: Which kind?

Marissa: Granulated. (She looks up at him expectantly, but he just looks at her confused. After thinking for a moment, Marissa laughs.) White. (He nods his head and grabs the correct sugar for her, handing it to her. As she measures it out, he watches her eagerly.)

Ryan: Do you know how sexy you look when you're cooking? (She laughs.)

Marissa: Oh, like I'm really going to believe that one! You just wait until I start adding the flour, because no matter what I do, I always end up with it on my face and in my hair. At least they say the sign of a good cook is a messy kitchen, because I leave my mark, that's for sure! (He laughs at her.)

Ryan: I can't wait.

Marissa: For me to have flour on me? (She looks up when she finishes the questions and he just nods his head at her, showing that he is indeed looking forward to that.)

Ryan: Oh yeah!

Marissa: Have you gone completely insane? (He just smirks at her.) You do know that flour is disgusting to eat plain, so you're not going to have any fun licking in off of me. (She laughs at him, but he just continues to watch her.)

Ryan: I know that, but it will be fun to wash it off of you.

Marissa: (She laughs.) Who said you'll be invited to join me in the shower? You're supposed to be helping me here, not distracting me. Did you preheat the oven like I asked you to?

Ryan: (His tone implies that he's not really talking about an oven that you cook food in.) Definitely!

Marissa: Ryan!

Ryan: (He laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.) Yes, I turned the oven on for you just like you asked me to.

Marissa: Thank you.

Ryan: You're welcome.

Marissa: (She rolls her eyes at him.) Eggs, please. (He hands her the eggs and watches her crack them into the bowl. When she goes to mix the batter with a spoon, he quietly moves so that he is standing behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, drawing her body back to lean into his just as he presses his body into hers. While she continues to concentrate on the cake, or at least attempts to, he starts to kiss her exposed neck, sucking on it softly.) Ryan, I'm trying to stir here!

Ryan: Yeah, well, I'm trying to get something stirring here. (She laughs but does not push him away.)

Marissa: You know your Mom and Zoe are still here. They haven't left yet to go out to breakfast or run their errands.

Ryan: So?

Marissa: So, do you really want them to walk in on us right now?

Ryan: Don't really care. (He goes back to kissing her neck and then travels his lips down to her shoulders, sliding the straps of her tank top down her arms so that he can have free access to the bare skin.)

Marissa: Well, I do care.

Ryan: Sshhh….stop complaining. I know you don't want me to stop, and when we hear them approaching, I'll stop until they leave.

Marissa: Okay, but make sure you pay attention.

Ryan: I will.

Marissa: You know, if you let me finish this cake and stop distracting me, then I'll be able to give you my undivided attention later.

Ryan: Yeah, but I'm bored now. (She laughs, but shakes her shoulders to make him stop kissing them. He does, but he doesn't pull away form her either. Instead, he places his hands over her hands and moves them with her as she stirs the batter, slowly letting them caress her skin and tease the back of her hands and wrists. Then he starts to run them up and down her arms, eliciting goosebumps from her skin. Unbeknownst to Ryan, because he can not see her face, she closes her eyes and smiles from the pleasure his touches are causing for her. Once again, he starts to kiss her neck, slowly dragging his tongue down from her ear to her shoulder in circular patterns. All of a sudden, they hear Kirsten's voice coming from the foyer. Marissa jumps but Ryan just keeps up his assault.)

Kirsten: Ryan, Marissa, Zoe and I are leaving now. If you need anything while we're out, just call my cell. See you guys this afternoon. (They hear the door close as they leave. Once he hears that they are alone, while continuing to tease with his mouth as he moves it across the back of her neck and up and down her spine, he takes his hands away form hers and slips them up her shirt until he finds her breasts, which are free from the constraints of a bra. Gently, he begins to massage them, softly squeezing her nipples every few seconds, until, by surprise, Marissa pushes him off of her as she turns around and takes his mouth into hers, kissing him passionately and deeply, easing her tongue into his mouth which he gladly accepts. Their hands each find the hem of the others shirt as they break away from their kiss long enough to shed each other of them. Once they have been removed, their lips once again take possession of each others as Ryan lifts Marissa up and she wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her away from the island, but they do not go far, as they stop by the fridge and Ryan leans her up against it, the cold from the appliance stimulating her even more. Hungrily, she moves her hands from the back of his neck to the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down in a hurry, leaving him only in his boxers as he steps out of the pants, still holding her up. Although she has to drop her legs from his waist, he still holds on to her as she pushes down her own shorts, leaving her in just her boyshorts. With their bodies pressed tightly against each others, she wraps her legs around him once again, savoring the foreplay a little longer as they continue to kiss and fondle each other. Lost to the world and totally oblivious to their surroundings and precarious position in the family kitchen, Ryan and Marissa celebrate Zoe's birthday their own private way. As the cameras pull away and the scene fades out, both of them reach to remove the others last item of clothing.)

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