The fifth scene begins with Hayley. This is the first time she is actually shown, and it is obvious that her illness has been affecting her body for a while now, but she just never accepted it or went to get help. Her frame is shriveling away; she's practically skin and bones. Her once bronzed skin is pale and sallow, her hair dull and appears almost to be thinning, there are heavy, extremely dark bags under her eyes, and as she moves, it is obvious that she has absolutely no energy. It is as if each step is a mile log jog all on its own, and her breathing is labored. She is going to talk to her boss, the same friend who gave her the job to begin with. Although it is Sunday morning, she is just going to her friend's apartment to speak with her, knowing it is alright since they have a personal relationship and not just a professional one. As she rings to get into the apartment building, she has to lean up against the wall to regain her composure and strength to continue. Once she's buzzed in, she, with visible effort, makes her way to the lift, presses the appropriate floor button, and then rests against the wall once again. When the elevator stops, she makes her way to her friend's apartment, knocks, and is quickly ushered in and led to a chair as soon as the friend sees the condition Hayley is in. Without a word, she goes and gets her something to drink, water, and brings it in to her. Sitting across from her, she waits for Hayley to drink a little bit before they talk.
Friend: You're going home aren't you?
Hayley: I really don't have much choice now that….well, you know, that I know….
Friend: If you really don't want to, you're always welcome to move in with me. We've been friends for so many years. This is not going to make me abandon you.
Hayley: (She smiles at her before speaking again.) I know, and I appreciate that. Part of me would love to stay here, but I know that the best medical care is at home, and I need to see my family, give them this chance to catch up with me….before….
Friend: There are a lot of those, aren't there, unfinished sentences? (Hayley shrugs her shoulders, not wanting to reply to that question.) Are you going to tell them?
Hayley: Two people already know.
Friend: Really, who?
Hayley: Well, surprisingly, do you remember me telling you about Ryan, the kid that my sister and her husband took in and raised as their own son?
Friend: Yeah. (She is surprised.) You told him? I didn't even know you guys were close, that you even talked.
Hayley: (She laughs.) We don't, but when I went to tell Seth, he flipped out as soon as I told him that I was seriously sick, and he wouldn't listen and I was just falling apart, so he recommended that I talk to Marissa. (The friend has a confused expression on her face.) Marissa is Ryan's girlfriend.
Friend: But you don't even know her…do you?
Hayley: Nope, didn't know her, and yesterday, when I told her, it was the first time I'd ever talked to her, but it went well. It was like we've known each other forever. She listened to me, remained calm but not stoically, and she helped me make my plans for going home. She's even booking my flight for me.
Friend: When are you leaving?
Hayley: The weekend before July 4th. The family is having a big party, and Marissa thought I might like to have a few days just to enjoy them before I dropped the bomb.
Friend: And do you?
Hayley: Yeah, and little basic, simple family time sounds really good right now.
Friend: With your family? (Both girls laugh together.)
Hayley: Okay, so maybe it won't be that relaxing, but they're my family, and as much as I've denied it and tried to push it away, I've missed them. Plus, I have a niece to meet for the first time, supposedly my Dad's mellowed, and I get to meet Marissa, too.
Friend: Seems like she made quite an impression on you with just one phone call?
Hayley: I liked her. She was easy to talk to, compassionate, and funny.
Friend: And I assume she was going to tell Ryan, since he's her boyfriend, about your condition?
Hayley: They have no secrets. (She smirks knowing that her friend will make a smart ass comment.)
Friend: Don't they sound old, married, and boring.
Hayley: Seth did say that they're even more disgustingly sweet than his parents.
Friend: Wait, they're more stable and more in love than the poster couple for a steady relationship of Orange County? How old are they again?
Hayley: (She laughs.) 21.
Friend: I think I'm going to be sick. (The scene fades out on them as they continue to talk and laugh softly together as the morning continues. The camera leaves them and goes back to the Cohen house where it's mid-afternoon Saturday. The party is about to begin. Although none of the guests have arrived yet, Sandy has started the grill and is working on cooking his portion of the meal. He is in a pair of his surfing trunks and a t-shirt. Kirsten has set out the side dishes she got from the caterer on the large table they're all going to use to eat together, and there is music playing softly in the background. Unlike usual, today it is not being controlled by Seth or Marissa but Sandy. He has the Beach Boys on. The first song to play, which exudes the Sandy Cohen persona, is "Surfin' USA". He sings along with the music as he cooks. After a few moments of Sandy alone, the five young adults wander out to the patio, Ryan and Marissa from the poolhouse, Seth, Summer and Branning from the house. All of them are wearing their swimming attire, though it is obvious they dressed with different purposes in mind. Ryan and Marissa are the first to emerge. Their suits are conservative, Ryan wearing a basic pair of trunks, dark blue, and Marissa wearing a one piece, white, high necked suit similar to what competitive swimmers wear. He carries their towels and sun tan lotion out while she goes and picks up a volleyball and holds it up as if to question whether or not he wants to play. Smiling at her, he shows that he likes the idea. As they sit down on a beach chair so that he can put the suntan lotion on her shoulders and back, Seth, Summer, and Branning walk out. Seth and Summer are in matching swimsuits, both red. Seth, like Ryan, is in trunks, but he's also wearing a t-shirt with them. Summer's suit is a not so conservative bikini, but she has a sheer wrap on with it. Branning, like Seth, is wearing both trunks, black, and a t-shirt.)
Seth: Oh here we go, Ryan and Marissa, foreplay 101.
Marissa: You wish Seth, but sorry to disappoint, he's just helping me out.
Summer: Is that what they call it these days? (She snorts a laugh, but both she and Seth are consumed with their own private humor and miss Ryan leaning in and kissing Marissa's neck before he whispers in her ear.)
Ryan: If only they know how you satiated my appetite this morning. (Marissa turns back and smiles at him, gives him a peck on the lips, then stands and tosses the volleyball up in the air and turns to her friends.)
Marissa: So, who's up for a little friendly game in the pool?
Seth: Whoa, whoa, whoa, we can't play Magic the Gathering or Jenga in the pool!
Summer: No, dumbass, can't you see she's holding a volleyball?
Seth: That sounds threateningly close to being a sport.
Branning: (Ryan closes the sun screen and tosses it down on the beach chair as he stands up to come to Marissa's side.) You know, I also have sensitive skin. Do you offer that service to all, Ryan, or are your suntan lotion applying skills solely reserved for Marissa?
Ryan: (He reddens slightly before replying. Marissa just laughs at him and threads her arm through his.) I think you know the answer to that.
Branning: Dmn!
Summer: Branning, how many times do you have to strike out before you just give up? Give it a rest, please! Now, about this volleyball game….
Marissa: Well, obviously, Ryan and I are a team.
Seth: Yeah, like that's totally fair! (He rolls his eyes.)
Ryan: Hey, just because I can pick a girl with athletic abilities and you can't…
Summer: Chino, I'd quit right there if I were you, especially if you don't want one of those marshmallow roasting sticks shoved someplace no one or no thing has gone before!
Ryan: Point taken.
Branning: How are we going to do this though? There are five of us. Who gets Seth, because obviously, if we're going to try to make this fair at all, I'm Summer's partner. (Summer goes over and laces her arm through Branning's like Marissa has done to Ryan.)
Seth: Hey, don't worry about me! I think I'll just watch. You know, with that modeling contract I have, if I get hit in the face and damage is done to this handsome mug, (He points to his own face while he shakes his head up and down knowingly.) well let's just say America will be disappointed. (Sandy, who has been listening in on their playful bickering, starts to laugh loudly. Seth slowly turns to him and glares menacingly.) Do not even start with me, Sanford Cohen! I'm not about to listen to ridicule from someone with taste this god-awful in music! What the hell are you listening to?
Marissa: You don't know who this is? (She is shocked and staring at him dumbly while Summer, Branning, and Ryan are still laughing at Seth's model comment.)
Seth: (He turns to her, disappointment written clearly on his face.) You do?
Marissa: Yeah, I thought everyone in the English speaking world knew the Beach Boys.
Sandy: Son, this is great music!
Seth: Yeah, if by great you mean old like a great grandfather, but if you meant great as in the quality, I'm afraid you are sadly mistaken. I think we all know by now who has the enviable musical taste in this family, and it certainly isn't you.
Ryan: You're right, it's Marissa. (He wraps his arms around her and hugs her from behind. Seth whirls to face him.)
Seth: And for that, since I just decided that I'm score keeper, you and Marissa start negative one!
Marissa: Like it's going to matter! (She laughs, runs, and jumps in the pool, closely followed by Ryan. Branning shakes his head and walks down the stairs to get on his side of the net. Summer takes off her wrap and goes to walk in, but Marissa's voice stops her.) No offense, Sum, but you're seriously going to play in that?
Summer: (She looks down at her suit in confusion.) Yeah, why?
Marissa: You do realize that the top could come off very easily while you're diving around for the ball.
Seth: New rule, bonus points for indecent exposure!
Branning: (His voice is sarcastic.) Does that count for Ryan and I, too, Seth?
Seth: Amendment to that rule, bonus points for female indecent exposure! (Marissa, Ryan, and Branning all laugh while Summer contemplates what Marissa said to her.)
Summer: Can it, Cohen! I'm not resorting to cheap sexual tricks to win this match. (She looks at Marissa closely.) So that's why your bathing suit looks circa 1950's, you didn't want any unnecessary peep shows?
Marissa: That and this is a family party. I really didn't feel comfortable parading around in my skimpy bikinis.
Seth: (His voice is curious.) But you have some?
Ryan: (Ryan smirks and looks Marissa's body up and down, making her roll her eyes at him.) Oh, she definitely does!
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: Sorry. Warm up; I'll be right back. I just need to go find a dry erase board and marker to keep score, a whistle so I can control you animals, and my visor so that I can see through the sun. (He goes to run into the house, but Summer's voice stops him dead in his tracks.)
Summer: If you dare grab that visor, I'll chop it up into tiny pieces and make you eat it with your pudding!
Seth: Noted, I'll get sun glasses. (He disappears into the house while the four in the pool laugh amongst themselves. Sandy smiles on affectionately before he is broken from his revelry by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He yells inside to Kirsten.)
Sandy: Honey, do you need me to get that?
Kirsten: (From inside of the house.) I've got it, but thanks. (He turns back to the grill, opens it back up and flips the meat over expertly. After a moment, Kirsten, Zoe, and Caleb walk out to the patio. The song changes to "Kokomo". Caleb is in a pair of khakis and a Hawaiian shirt. Kirsten is in a one piece, light blue, halter swimsuit, but she's wearing a skirt over it. Zoe ended up getting the pink polka dot bikini, and as she comes outside, she sees Marissa and runs over to the edge of the pool to talk to her. Marissa swims over to her and they begin a little private conversation while the four in the pool wait for their 'referee' to return with his supplies. Kirsten, Sandy, and Caleb all talk for a moment.)
Sandy: What, Cal, no Speedo, decided not to scare the kiddies?
Caleb: (He glares at him.) I see you're up to your usual tasteless humor. (Sandy laughs and Kirsten has to stifle one.) I couldn't imagine what you'd be like high. I bet you're just a laugh riot!
Sandy: No, Cal, I couldn't imagine what you'd be like high! (Kirsten, who is still trying to hold in her laughter, starts walking towards the house as she talks over her shoulder quickly.)
Kirsten: I have to go check on….the thing. I'll be right back. (She disappears into the house and her laughter can he faintly heard. Sandy smiles and Caleb just smirks.)
Caleb: You didn't say anything to her about what I told you yesterday, did you?
Sandy: No, I didn't, because I was hoping we could talk some more about that today.
Caleb: (He obviously is attempting to change the subject.) Where's Seth?
Sandy: In the house getting his score-keeping equipment. (Caleb eyes his suspiciously, curious as to what he means and slightly confused.) Don't ask, it's Seth; you'll see. But I'm not that easily deterred, what the hell do you think you're doing taking a matter like this into your own hands?
Caleb: We're not discussing this here. I told you that in confidence so that you were pre-warned that there were men guarding your house. I'm going to turn him over to the cops, don't worry, I'm not going to kill him, but there are a few things we need to discuss before he's handed over into protective custody.
Sandy: (He laughs ironically.) Yeah, I'm sure you're just going to talk to him!
Caleb: Are you honestly telling me you wouldn't want to get a few good licks into him after what he did to your family?
Sandy: That won't solve anything, Cal.
Caleb: Of course it won't, but it sure as hell will make me feel a little bit better.
Sandy: I don't need to hear about this.
Caleb: I'm sure Ryan would like a chance to confront him as well. Marissa is basically just a young woman whom I have taken a platonic interest in; he's in love with her, which means he has to hate him even more.
Sandy: And the man just happens to be his father.
Caleb: I think all their bond was severed when he helped attack Marissa.
Sandy: Keep Ryan out of this, Cal, and I'm serious here. He does not need to be involved in something illegal, not again.
Caleb: I won't tell him, but if he figures something out or asks what is going on, I'm not going to lie to him either. He has a right to confront that animal.
Sandy: After years of ridiculing him for having a criminal background, you're now encouraging similar behavior?
Caleb: I think getting retribution against someone who hurt you and those you love is a lot different than stealing a car because your older brother told you to.
Sandy: Not in the eyes of the law.
Caleb: Well sometimes the law isn't right, no matter what you think! (He sees Seth approaching from the house and goes over to greet him.)
Seth: Gramps, fancy seeing you here? Care to join in a little friendly game of volleyball? I'll award you a handicap due to your age and let you play closer to the net.
Caleb: (He smiles at him and puts his arm around his shoulder as they walk towards the pool.) Seth, you're too generous to me, but I'm afraid I'm going to steal Zoe from Marissa and talk to the birthday girl for a little while. (Seth stops their progression and turns towards him with a serious look on his face.)
Seth: Hey, what were you and my Dad talking about over there so seriously?
Caleb: Oh you know your Father, I was getting another moral lesson. (Seth snorts a laugh and goes back to walking towards the pool with Caleb. When they approach, Caleb bends down and picks Zoe up, tossing her over his shoulder, making her giggle.) Yes, you're definitely four now! I can feel that you're heavier. (She laughs again.)
Branning: Oh, watch it there, Mr. Nichol. No lady likes her weight commented on. (Caleb looks over at Branning and smiles.) I'm Branning. (He moves over to the edge of the pool and offers Caleb his hand to shake, which he does.) I've heard a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Caleb: Please, call me Caleb. (He laughs.) Commenting on the ways of women, are we? Do you consider yourself an expert? (Everyone in the pool starts to laugh as does Sandy in the background.) What, did I say something wrong?
Seth: Let's just say that Branning's not exactly a lady's man, Gramps. (He eyes him carefully so as to get the point across. When Caleb realizes what he is implying, his face turns beet red.)
Caleb: Oh….sorry.
Branning: (Still laughing slightly.) No offense taken.
Caleb: Well, I'll leave the four of you to your game since your score keeper returned. (He laughs at Seth's role and then turns to Marissa and winks at her.) I'll keep your shadow occupied while you have some fun. (He motions to Zoe who just laughs at her Grandpa. Marissa smiles up at him while she laughs softly.)
Marissa: Thanks! (As they walk away, Zoe can be heard talking rapidly to Caleb.)
Zoe: So, what did you get me for my birthday, Grandpa? (Once they are far enough away, they can't be heard any longer. Meanwhile, Seth has dragged a barstool up to the edge of the pool and is situating himself in it with his score board in his hands, whistle around his neck, and a pair of Summer's designer sun glasses over his eyes.)
Seth: Now, I want a clean match. Opponents shake hands. (The four of them glare up at Seth.)
Ryan: You really are the lamest person alive, aren't you?
Seth: I resent that. At least I don't listen to Journey.
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: What my little aspiring Olympian?
Summer: Put that dmn whistle between those girly little lips and let's get this started! (Seth blows the whistle as loudly as he can while Summer takes the volleyball and serves it as his head. Putting his hands up to block it, it lands on Ryan and Marissa's side of the pool and Marissa grabs it, smirking.)
Marissa: Our serve! (Ryan laughs at her, Summer glares, and Branning just shakes his head.)
Branning: This is going to be one interesting game. (The doorbell rings.)
Kirsten: (Calling from inside of the house.) Sandy, can you get that, please?
Sandy: (He laughs at Branning's comment.) I happen to agree with you 100 Branning. (As he walks into the house, Seth jumps down from his stool and runs into the poolhouse, emerging with a CD and puts it in the CD player.)
Summer: Cohen, what are you doing? You're supposed to be keeping score.
Seth: This was an emergency. Since the tunes were left unattended, it gave me an excellent opportunity to change them! (He takes the Beach Boys CD and hides it in a potted plant before scrambling back to his seat. Deathcab's "Summer Skin" starts to play.)
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: (His voice is innocent.) What?
Summer: Do we seriously have to listen to Deathcab all the freaking time?
Seth: First of all, I think that was close to an insult by tone and implication, so watch it or you'll start with a negative score as well, and secondly, cut me a little slack here. I'm still trying to make up from the month long withdrawal I had to go through when you took my CD's away anyway even though I didn't lose the bet. (He sits back down in his chair just as Sandy, Kirsten, and Neil, who is dressed similarly to Caleb but with shorts instead of pants, come out from inside of the house. They are all carrying presents. After setting them down on the present table, they turn to the four in the pool and begin to talk to them.)
Sandy: What bet?
Summer: Oh, Cohen and I had a bet… (Seth turns to look at her and she stops talking immediately and then searches her mind for a moment for a plausible lie before speaking again.) to see who could accurately guess which team would win the NBA playoffs. (Everyone laughs.)
Kirsten: Nice try Summer, but I don't think Seth knows what the NBA stands for.
Seth: I do so! It stands for the national baccarat association! (He looks pleased with himself because he thinks he's come up with the right answer, but everyone's laughter once again shows him the error of his ways.) Serve hit the ball! (Marissa laughs and follows his instructions as the four in the pool quickly forget about Seth and start to play their volleyball game. While Seth is trying to pay attention in order to keep score, Neil walks up to him to talk.)
Neil: So Seth, why the sidelines? (Seth just looks as him confused.)
Seth: Sidelines?
Neil: Why aren't you playing, too?
Seth: Ah, see, if I would have played, then the teams would have been uneven. Plus, they both wanted me on their sides, so to avoid a fight and keep the peace, I sacrificed myself and volunteered to sit out of this one, you know for the good of mankind.
Neil: Good of mankind?
Seth: Have you not seen your daughter mad? (Neil laughs.)
Neil: Well, how magnanimous of you. (He walks off to join Caleb and Zoe. Sandy, who is standing over with Kirsten at the grill checking on the food again, calls over to his son.)
Sandy: Seth Ezekiel!
Seth: I'm busy Sanford! (Caleb snickers at Seth calling Sandy that.)
Sandy: Where is my Beach Boys CD and what is this that we're listening to now? It definitely doesn't inspire a party atmosphere!
Seth: I have no idea what you're talking about. Delusional, crazy….perhaps you've been whittling apples again to make pipes. (The four in the pool, all extremely competitive, do not even hear what the father and son pair are arguing over, but the other adults do. Caleb and Neil both laugh at what Seth said while Kirsten turns to him annoyed.)
Kirsten: Not in front of Zoe, Seth!
Seth: (He, by this time is completely ignoring the volleyball game.) Please, like she knows what I'm talking about anyway. (He turns to her.) Zoe.
Zoe: (Her voice sounds annoyed and tired.) What Seth?
Seth: Do you know what delusional means?
Zoe: (She turns to her grandfather and asks him. He whispers in her ear and she repeats what he tells her to say.) It's what Mommy was when she married Daddy. (Neil and Caleb both laugh, as does Seth, while Sandy and Kirsten turn to Caleb and shoot him a dirty look, but the game continues.)
Seth: Do you know what crazy means?
Zoe: (This time she doesn't need Caleb's help and offers her own explanation.) You're crazy, Seth!
Seth: That I am. Next question, do you know what whittling means? (Zoe leans back into her Grandfather and repeats what he tells her to.)
Zoe: It's like carving a turkey but normally with wood. (Sandy rolls his eyes, and, this time, Kirsten can't help but join in on Neil, Caleb, and Seth's laughter.)
Seth: And you know what an apple is, right?
Zoe: Duh, Seth.
Seth: Alright, then the last question is, do you know what you do with a pipe?
Kirsten: Seth!
Seth: Relax there Kiki, (Caleb laughs again while Kirsten just glares at her son.) I have this under control. So Zoe, the million dollar question, …
Zoe: Do I really get a million dollars?
Seth: Sure, in Monopoly money, but focus for me here…
Sandy: That's rich! The 21 year old with the attention span the size of a gnat is telling Zoe to focus!
Seth: Sanford do you want me to tell Mom how much money you lost in poker to Grandpa during our guys' weekend? (Sandy stops talking, laughing, and smiling right away. Kirsten turns to look at him curious.) Yeah, didn't think so. So Zoe…. (She leans over and she talks with Caleb quietly.)
Zoe: Well, Grandpa told me there are many ways to use a pipe, and it depends upon which kind you have, but the most common use is to transfer liquids with them.
Seth: You see, parentals, no harm, no foul. According to Gramps and Zoe over there, Dad you're a woman who made a bad decision about who to marry, a devilishly handsome, dashing young man of 21 who just happens to be a comic book genius, or you were carving an apple for the transfer of some undisclosed… (He cannot finish because fighting from the pool interrupts his train of thought as everyone turns to look at the quarreling teams.)
Summer: That ball was not out!
Ryan: Oh, I do believe it was.
Branning: Why don't you just re-serve Summer?
Marissa: I don't think so! That shot was clearly out, and now it's our ball!
Summer: Then why did you hit it?
Ryan: Instinct!
Branning: Seth! (Seth whirls around in his chair and looks at him confused.)
Seth: What's up?
Branning: Was Summer's serve in or out?
Seth: What's a serve? (Groans can be heard from the four in the pool as their frustration with their 'referee's' ineptitude grows. Their reactions cause bewilderment from Seth and laughter from the adults. Eventually Seth just decides to chose one of the options Branning gave him, so shrugging his shoulders, he replies.) It was out.
Marissa: See!
Summer: Like assclown up there knows what the hell he's doing!
Ryan: Hey, he's the ref, what he says goes. (He snickers. Summer grumbles and throws the ball towards his head, but he easily catches it and tosses it to Marissa for her to serve. As they continue to play, Seth tries to pay attention as closely as possible, keeping his eyes glued to the ball. The doorbell rings once again and Sandy and Kirsten go and answer it. While they are gone briefly, the game continues with a few minor words being shared and Caleb and Neil talk and entertain Zoe.)
Neil: So Zoe, what's the one thing you wanted most for your birthday?
Zoe: Well, what I wanted Ryan and Marissa said I couldn't have.
Caleb: What was that? (He is curious and Neil looks on interested, too.)
Zoe: (She shrugs her shoulders like it is a common wish.) For them to have a baby. (Both men start to laugh, but as they turn back to her to talk some more, they notice that she is gone and that she has launched herself out of her sitting position and ran towards the door where Sandy and Kirsten are leading the Coopers, sans Jimmy, out to the patio. While Caitlyn is just in shorts and a tank top despite her bruising and cuts, Jane is in a sundress while James is dressed in a pair of khakis and a lacrosse shirt. James is carrying the presents they brought for Zoe and Sandy takes him over to the table to put them down while Jane and Kirsten talk quietly at a table. Meanwhile, Zoe has quickly made her way to Caitlyn who is still using crutches to walk. Leading her, which makes Caitlyn laugh to herself silently, Zoe moves with Caitlyn to a lounge chair and holds her crutches for her as she lays down on it. Caitlyn then motions to her to sit on her good leg so they can talk.)
Caitlyn: Come on, climb up. I haven't seen you in ages! (Zoe laughs at Caitlyn's dramatic tone.) What have you been doing this summer?
Zoe: Well, I've been going to the beach with Summer, beating Seth at video games, and learning how to cook on the weekends! Marissa is teaching me.
Caitlyn: She taught me, too.
Zoe: I love her. Do you?
Caitlyn: (Her face and tone become very serious as she answers Zoe's question.) Yes, I do, very much.
Zoe: I like you, too. I don't love you yet, because I don't know you that well, but I think we could be good friends. You should come over for a sleep over! (Caitlyn laughs.)
Caitlyn: We'll see.
Zoe: We'd have so much fun. Marissa taught me how to braid hair, so I could play with yours. We could watch The Valley, Summer's favorite show, and play with my dolls.
Caitlyn: You watch The Valley?
Zoe: Well duh, it's like the best show ever! (Caitlyn laughs even louder and smiles at Zoe.)
Caitlyn: You're a pretty cool young lady, do you know that?
Zoe: Yeah, I think so, too. (She shrugs her shoulders and then gingerly touches Caitlyn's cast.) Does your leg still hurt?
Caitlyn: Nope, but I still have to keep wearing the cast for a while. Do you want to sign it later?
Zoe: Really?
Caitlyn: We're friends aren't we, and all my friends have to sign my cast. (Zoe smiles at her but then her smile fades.)
Zoe: Do your ribs hurt?
Caitlyn: Yeah, a little, but they're okay right now.
Zoe: I wanted to buy you some Band-Aids, but Mommy said you already had some, but we got you presents to make you feel better.
Caitlyn: (She smiles at the little girl genuinely happy for the first time in quite a few weeks.) You didn't have to do that.
Zoe: (She waves her hand to dismiss it.) Oh, it was no big deal; Mommy and I love to shop.
Caitlyn: (She laughs again.) I bet your Daddy loves that! (Zoe just shrugs her shoulders and puts her little hands in front of Caitlyn's face.)
Zoe: Look what I got today at the spa.
Caitlyn: They look very nice and they match your adorable bathing suit! Do you think they have that in my size? (Now it is Zoe's turn to laugh.)
Zoe: No silly, you're not a little girl!
Caitlyn: Oh, okay. (She tickles Zoe slightly who just keeps on giggling. Once she stops she looks at her very seriously.) I need to ask you to do something very important for me. Do you think you can do it?
Zoe: I'll try. (She, too, is now completely serious.)
Caitlyn: I need you to promise me that you'll always look after Marissa and that you'll take care of her for me. Can you do that? (Zoe nods her head up and down and then sticks her hand out to shake Caitlyn's.)
Zoe: You have yourself a deal! (The two girls shake hands and then Caitlyn tells Zoe to grab her purse which is sitting beside the chair and to get a marker out so she can draw on her cast and sign it. The camera's focus shifts away from them and goes to Sandy, Kirsten, and Jane as they stand away from Caitlyn and Zoe and observe them together. James has now gone to talk to Neil and Caleb.)
Kirsten: Wow, I have not seen her that happy….well….
Jane: (She finishes her thought for her since Kirsten was unsure if she should say it, because she did not want to offend Jane.) Since she got here, I know.
Kirsten: It's like she just feeds off Zoe's innocence.
Jane: If I would have known how much she enjoyed spending time with her, I would have been inviting Zoe over everyday for either lunch, dinner, or whatever excuse I could think of.
Sandy: I guess we know who to call from now on if we need a babysitter.
Jane: Well, about that…
Kirsten: Oh, don't listen to Sandy. We wouldn't impose upon Caitlyn.
Jane: She would be glad to do it, but… (Sandy interrupts her.)
Sandy: And I didn't mean to imply that we would take advantage of her generosity. We would pay her to watch Zoe for us.
Jane: I know you would, even though I'm not sure Caitlyn would take the money, but that's not what I was referring to.
Kirsten: Jane, what is it?
Jane: I'll let Caitlyn tell everyone later. She has some big news.
Sandy: Oh, I hope it's good news for her sake.
Jane: (She smiles melancholically.) It is.
Sandy: (He picks up on her mood, so he decides to let the comment slide and changes the subject.) Why don't you two lovely ladies go and let everyone know it's time to eat while I go and get the not so friendly competitors out of the pool. (The women laugh before they walk off talking to get the three men and two girls. Sandy watches them for a second before he goes to the pool. As the party gathers around the table, the scene fades and comes to an end.)
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