Previously on The O.C.:
Rebecca is gone. What did you say to her?
I asked her if she was in love with you,
and she said she was.
I tried to tell Summer, and I couldn't.
So you're here to break up with me?
Then I told her.
I just believe in taking every precaution.
Caleb is gonna ask for a DNA test.
- You can't let him adopt you. - What are you talking about?
He might not be your dad.
When we were about to... there was this voice in my head.
Seth?
Have a great time in Italy. I'm cool with it. I'm over you.
Well, I cannot believe I'm saying this, but it's raining in the O.C.
I know, it's crazy. I got to tell you, the traffic is a nightmare. The 405 is jammed.
The 5, the 710, they're all gridlocked.
Stay safe, stay dry, and let's all pray for sunshine again.
Hey. I kind of need to talk to you. So, you coming over for breakfast?
You know, I got a little cleaning up to do.
Why don't you swing by the pool house?
Uh, have you looked out the window?
It's like the opening sequence from Day After Tomorrow.
It's just rain. I'll be here if you need to talk.
Dude, come on. I'm a child of Southern California.
I can't go out in this. I'll melt. You want to do it over the phone?
Works for me.
So does this weather. It's very, uh, reflective of my current emotional state.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
So I'm gonna lose her, man.
Summer's leaving for Italy tomorrow, and it's gonna be nothing but
cannolis and canoodling with Zach.
Yeah, well, I haven't talked to Lindsay, since she ran out of Caleb's.
- Well, you should talk to her. - She won't talk to anyone.
I don't know. Maybe it'll all work out for the best.
Yeah, maybe.
You don't think that's God trying to tell us anything, do you?
I'm not gonna take that chance. I've got to talk to Lindsay.
Yeah? You think we should stick together? Kind of two by two, like Noah did?
He's very wise, Ryan. He had a beard.
Just rain, can't hurt us.
Not worse than our women can.
The O.C. S2 Ep 14 Synchro vo: Scidou OC Team / Forom. com
It's 10:00. Are you going to stay in bed all day?
Maybe. I like it here.
Oh, I feel like... like we've become like strangers.
Well, I was taught never to talk to strangers.
- Funny. - Not trying to be.
- I'm sorry you're upset. - Really?
'Cause last time I checked, everything was all my fault.
- I never said that. - Not in those exact words.
Hello?
- Sandy? - Rebecca.
Now I'm up.
I wanted to run, Sandy. I, um, got on a bus. I was on my way,
but I realized I couldn't leave without saying good-bye.
Well, as long as you don't flee, we have a chance with your case. Please...
stay where you are.
- Hey. - Good morning, Maris...
Oh. I didn't know you had a friend over last night.
- I'm Julie Cooper Nichol. - Alex.
Ah, so, you're the feisty young lady Caleb mentioned.
Well, I was just making bagels.
I figure if the Cohens can do it, why can't we?
Oh, none for me, thanks. I don't eat breakfast.
Oh, that's very punk of you. You know, I used to like the punk in my day.
Mom!
Oh, you're right, Marissa. It still is my day.
I was just being modest. Oh. We'll be keeping kosher in no time.
So how about this weather, huh? It's unbelievable.
Yeah. I think I have to go. But very nice to meet you.
Oh. Rock on.
She seems nice.
And you know, I have no problem if you want a friend to stay over.
It's just if you could let me know beforehand.
Oh, you didn't get the memo?
You know what, Marissa,
I don't think it's too much to ask to know what's going on underneath my roof. That's all.
Oh, you want to know what's going on with me.
I'm going to tell you the truth. No screaming, no crying, just the truth.
You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that.
Hold that thought... Alex is my girlfriend.
I know, and I'm so happy that you've made a new friend,
although I hope you keep seeing Summer.
No, Mom, not my friend who's a girl, my girlfriend.
- What are you doing? - You wouldn't open the door.
- It's 'cause I don't want to see anyone. - Please let me in.
I rode my bike here. Bicycle. Monsoon. Seriously flawed plan. Freezing.
Come on.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Hold on.
Okay, come here.
Well, you could have opened the door for me a half hour ago.
Uh, I thought you were Caleb, showing up to drive me to my DNA test.
He scheduled you a DNA test?
It was either that or the pony.
- So you're not going? - Mm, no way.
Well, you're going somewhere.
Yeah, I was going to pack up to move in with my dad,
but since he might not be my dad, uh, I was thinking about packing up for...
I don't know, maybe... I don't know, Chicago.
- Whoa. "I don't know, Chicago"? - Yeah. We have family there.
Actual, no-doubt-about-it, family.
And my mom is thinking that it getting out about her and Caleb,
that maybe the best thing would be... to start over.
And you'd go with her?
Well, if Caleb's not my dad, what else can I do?
Except you don't know he's not your dad.
I don't know that I want to know.
It's not going to stop until you know the truth.
And besides, if you are his daughter, at least you'll have reason to stay.
I mean... your other reason.
I don't know, Ryan.
"DNA test" just sounds so sci-fi scary.
I'll go with you.
Who looks good in this much yellow?
Aye-aye-aye.
Zach?
Thank God. Look, I really don't know about this dress.
Hi. Just your friendly neighborhood Seth Cohen.
Okay. What?
Well, I look stupid in hats, and I don't have a raincoat, so
Spider-Man here is really the only protective, waterproof headgear I own.
Well, it's too bad you weren't wearing protective headgear
when you were dropped on your head as a child.
Zing. So listen.
Um, I know that my visits to your bedroom are probably getting a little bit repetitive.
- Hmm, you are helping me miss you less. - Oh, well, that's great.
- You're really going, huh? - Yeah, of course I'm going.
How could I not be? I am in his sister's wedding.
You are?
Why do you think I look like lemon meringue?
- Bridesmaid's dress. - You're a bridesmaid?
Wow, that's really, uh... Guess you and Zach are really serious.
Cohen, are we going to do this again?
Or did you, like, actually come here to advance the plot?
You're, like, part of his family.
Okay, the reason I came by is to tell you...
uh, you need to take a special plug for the outlets there,
for your hair dryer. Don't want you to brown out western Europe.
Good-bye again. And, uh, you have a safe flight. Yes. Bon voyage.
- Thanks for coming. - Well, it wasn't easy.
Rains in Southern California, all of a sudden nobody can drive.
You're shaking.
- Sandy, I don't want to run anymore. - Come back with me.
And do what? Sit in jail? Destroy your marriage?
My marriage has nothing to do with your case.
Come back with me. We'll explore amnesty, or some kind of plea bargain.
I think we can make this right.
- I told her. - You told who what?
My mom, about us. I can't believe it, but I did.
- What... you, uh, you told her? - Well, I thought you'd be happy.
No, I... it just depends. Did you tell her to piss her off?
Hey, look, I told her so this could be real. For us.
So what happens now?
She's probably having a meltdown as we speak, so I can't go home.
- So stay here. - You sure?
But first, let's get you out of these wet clothes.
Thanks for coming with me.
Hey, what's more romantic than a DNA test?
Maybe we can donate kidneys one Saturday night.
Now we're talking.
So if in 24 hours, it turns out Caleb is my dad, then what?
You talking dirty to me? Sorry.
Well, if the test comes back positive, then he'll adopt you, right?
Right. Except I don't know if I want him to adopt me.
Well, you're not going to Chicago, so let's just forget about that option.
No, I... I know that. I couldn't handle the cold and the wind.
- It is the Windy City. - I'm not a big fan of deep dish pizza.
- Thin crust, only way to go. - I couldn't be without you.
So I come in right below pizza. That's good to know.
Yeah, well, a girl's got to eat.
Right.
What are you doing here late on a Saturday?
Oh, hey, Julie. I'm just trying to distract myself and failing.
- What about you? - Same.
So how long is this weather supposed to last?
- News says 24 hours. - I don't think my hair can take it.
- I don't know if my marriage can. - Ooh. Gossip?
You have no idea.
Want to break into Caleb's liquor cabinet, dish some dirt?
- I'd like to use this on Caleb sometimes. - I know what you mean.
- More scotch? - Sure, why not?
Nothing like a rainy day to reflect on what a mess your life is, huh?
I mean, not yours per se. It was, you know, the universal you.
My life is a pretty big mess. I may even beat you on that one.
Oh, I don't think so, honey, but go ahead.
Well, my husband is currently transporting a fugitive who used to be his ex-girlfriend.
Oh. Well, I'll see your fugitive former flame and raise you a lesbian daughter.
Marissa? Well, I'm sure it's just a phase.
It was for me. And it is for you, too.
- You guys will work it out. - I'm not so sure.
No, Kirsten, seriously, you have to work it out.
I mean, I couldn't handle it if you didn't.
You two are, like, the moral center of the universe. You're...
you're Sandy and Kirsten.
Yeah, well, now we're Sandy and Kirsten... and Rebecca.
- Oh, no. Police. - Take it easy. We're fine.
Sir, the road is completely washed out ahead.
We need you to turn around. We should have the road open by morning.
- Not till morning? - Yes, sir.
There's lodging a few miles back.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You're listening to Boyz II Men?
I can think of no sadder song in the whole world.
So I'm guessing it didn't go well.
Unless I can think of one last grand romantic gesture, Summer's gone.
You know, I remember when I first heard about Summer.
You were sailing and you said you named your boat after her.
Which I thought was a little weird, considering you never actually talked to her.
Eureka, Ryan. I can't believe I just said eureka. That's okay. That's it.
- What's it? - The thing to win her back.
The grand romantic gesture, that's going to put Zachary's Euro trip to shame.
I shall take her on a sailing adventure aboard the Summer Breeze.
- Except you sold the boat for bus fare. - I did. Damn it.
Eureka, Ryan! I shall buy back the Summer Breeze. Yes.
Except with what money?
Okay, if I wanted my parade rained on, I would just step outside.
Let me ask you something. Do you like the shape of the idea, even?
- Definitely. - Okay, great, so all I need is money.
Hang on. Yes, got the answer.
But before I say eureka again, do you see any other potential flaws or holes in my plan?
- No - Then, eureka, Ryan. U-freaking-reka!
Turn this music off. It's depressing me.
Come in.
Uh, you're listening to Boyz II Men? This song is so sad.
- Yeah. I was waiting for Motown Philly. - Oh, right.
Hey, thanks.
Oh, my God. You're taking all that?
Well, yeah. I don't want the Italians to think I have bad style.
- I am representing America. - Well, that's very patriotic of you.
I just... we're going to be backpacking. You know, going from hostel to hostel.
Ew. You haven't seen hostile until you put me up in one.
No, it'll be fun, an adventure.
Look, and also, don't you think it's a little much that I'm in your sister's wedding?
I mean, after all, I've only met her, like, once.
No, I told you, she doesn't have very many friends. She's very alienating and severe.
- Do you not want to come? - No. Yes. I just...
I have to get a special plug for my hair dryer.
- I already got you one. - Of course you did.
- Seth! You here to fight crime?
No, actually, I'm here to get my job back.
No. No, no, no, no. What, you were, like, the flakiest employee in Bait Shop history.
You think that's an easy accomplishment? What about Homer the beer guy?
And how long would you be planning on keeping your job this time?
Until I can make $500. So however long that is,please. Alex, Alex, Alex, please.
I don't know, Seth. With great power comes great responsibility.
Yes, oh, thank you. Listen to me.
It's going to be like no one ever peed in the bathrooms ever.
Okay, the only other thing, though, is I kind of need an advance.
Well, you're lucky today was payday.
Hey, Alex, should I be getting dressed or are we going back to... bed?
Oh... my... God.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
Let me get this straight. You broke up with me for Marissa.
Do you want your money?
Hey, who better than a superhero understands secret identity.
Now hold on. I just want to make sure I have the visual.
Okay, I got it, great. Thank you. Hey, listen, Alex. Thank you.
Both of you, for everything. I mean, keep doing what you're doing. I like it.
So what'll it be, Ding Dongs or cheese sticks?
Well, this is a dessert wine, so I'd say Ding Dongs, of course.
Oh, really? Well, this is one classy picnic.
We got washed-out road, rainstorm, cheap motel...
Cheap wine.
Has all the makings of a great slasher movie.
- Getting stuck here overnight? - Well, that's El Nino for you.
Or fate. Here we are all alone, no one knows where we are.
It's like nothing else exists.
Tomorrow we head back to reality, but for now it's just us.
Except it's not just us. It hasn't been just us for 20 years.
I got to call Kirsten... say goodnight.
I appreciate you selling me my boat back.
When I sold it, I was in desperate straits. Low blood sugar, no snacks.
Listen, just a heads up. I made some modifications to her.
Modifications, terrific. That's very Melville of you, referring to the boat as a she.
Dear God. She's a slut.
- Hello? - Hey, honey.
- I tried you last night. - I got your messages.
I, uh, I passed out early. It was a long day at the office.
Well, I was hoping the rain would have stopped by now,
and then they said that the road opened up, but...
Right. The conveniently washed out road.
Believe me when I tell you... I'm walking home if I have to.
Just get home. One way or the other.
I'll see you soon.
- You got a minute? - Not really.
Well, I would like to talk to you about your friend Alex.
- I'm sure you would, Mom. - Look, Marissa.
I experimented, too, when I was your age.
Albeit it involved a little Motley Crue and a lot of Jager.
Whoa, way too much information.
I'm just saying I understand that this is a phase,
but I won't make a big deal out of it if you don't.
Right. This way you avoid any public embarrassment.
- Where are you going? - I'm moving out.
What?
You have my cell if Caleb kicks and you need help counting your cash.
- So what's the plan here? - We get the boat in the pool.
I get Summer to come over. Voilą.
You take Summer for a spin in the pool in the Gimme Sex.
It's a symbolic gesture, Ryan,
and one that will get Summer to fall back in love with me, okay?
Oh, by the way... our exes... are dating each other now.
Marissa and Alex... no longer welcome in the red states.
That I wouldn't have predicted.
- Think it's for real? - God, I hope so. I just want them to...
I'm not even going to ask why there's a boat in the living room.
It's an objective correlative, Mother. I'm getting Summer back.
Lindsay called. The tests are back. She wants us to go with her.
So this is it, right? There's not another room full of Samsonite somewhere?
I promise. Thank you.
Ooh, you know what? I forgot Princess Sparkle. I can't go without her.
As long as you leave her stable, I'll meet you in the car.
- Hello? - Hey, Summer, it's me.
- Why am I not surprised? - So, uh, what are you doing?
Gee, don't know, leaving for the airport to go to Italy.
Listen to me. Summer, I have something I want to show you, okay?
And not in a creepy way.
Cohen, what you're selling, I ain't buying.
Okay, Summer. Before you get on that plane, I need you to give me one last shot, okay?
You had your shot. Remember when we were dating and you sailed away?
That's what I want to talk to you about.
No. You have no right to do this to me. Not now. Okay? I'm hanging up.
Okay, then just tell me this...
I mean, when you're with him, is it... is it like what we had?
You know, I can't remember that far back,
and clearly, Cohen, what we had, it wasn't as awesome as what you had with Ryan.
Otherwise you wouldn't have left. So you know what, now I'm leaving you.
Summer, will you please...
Someone please say something?
There's a lot, been a lot of rain, lately. It's nice to see you / Yeah, it's nice to see you, too.
Yeah, I-I feel... much more relaxed.
Lindsay, no matter what happens, you'll always be a part of the family.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
Hello. Thank you for waiting.
Our results... demonstrate... we have a match.
Caleb Nichol is the father of Lindsay Wheeler Gardner.
I knew you were my daughter.
Boyz II Men, huh? Guess it didn't go well.
I just hope they get the sex over with early.
Like, just join the Mile High Club over the Atlantic or something.
- I'm sorry, man. - What happened with Lindsay?
- She's Caleb's daughter. - Hey, that's great.
- Wait. I don't know. Is it? - She's moving in with him.
She went home to talk everything over with her mom.
You want, you want to help move her, get your mind off Summer?
Ah, the schlepping of heavy things. Comfort for the weary soul. I'll pass.
- Well, you can't sit here and mope. - No, I know. I've got a plan.
Got the satellite fired up.
They're showing a marathon of Sherman Oaks, the Real Valley. So...
What's that?
Mm. Apparently The Valley, it's got its own reality show knockoff, and, you know,
why watch the angst of fictional characters when you can watch real people in contrived situations?
Could you turn, the music up on your way out, please? Thanks.
Oh, lay off your brakes. Can't anyone drive in this weather?
Sandy, relax. Please.
Can we talk about last night?
No, we've got nothing to talk about, other than your case and this traffic.
- So what we had meant nothing? - It meant everything to me then.
But that was then. Now I've got a family that I love and I'm not throwing that away,
and I gotta get back to Newport and make sure they know that.
- Sandy! - Whoa!
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I think... I think so.
Hey! You guys all right?
Yeah! A little bruised and battered, but we're okay.
I already called 911! Cops are on the way, with a tow truck, ambulance...
- All right! Thank you! - All right!
- What are you doing? - I can't do this. I gotta go.
The cops are coming. They're going to arrest me, maybe arrest you.
So we'll talk to them. I'm going to chalk last night up to fate.
- I've got to do the same here. - You can't run again.
What choice do I have?
Now my father's gone and you, I... You're right.
What we had was a long time ago.
I gotta let it go... and let you go.
See you, Sandy Cohen.
So, your father's flight doesn't leave D.C. until 11:00.
He's lucky he doesn't have to fly in this weather.
Oh, sorry.
Oh, I'm really excited that I finally get to meet your dad. He sounds really cool.
Oh, um... did Dad make reservations at the Uffizi?
Oh, he sure did. Can't wait to see the Botticellis.
The Birth of Venus is amazing in person.
- Are you a fan of Botticelli? - Yes. Yes, I am.
Although I prefer his earlier work. You know, the comedies.
I'm going to go get a magazine. Would you like People, Us Weekly, In Touch? Anything?
- I could take an Economist. - I could use a Xanax.
You have one new message.
Hey, it's me. Look, perhaps you're screening.
Perhaps you're being screened by security. I just... I just wanted to say...
sorry to leave things like that, okay? And I hope you have a good trip. I really do.
And somebody else here wants to say something.
Captain Oats is a horse of few words, but he said he'd like you to travel safe
and, uh... he said we'll miss you, so... Okay. Okay. Bye.
- there's no more closet space. - No. I know. I'm sorry.
It's okay. I can learn to live with less shoes.
Oh, I got to get to work. Hey, you want to walk me? I love walking in the rain.
Sure.
Cool. Oh, uh... garbage day is tomorrow. Do you mind taking out the cans?
And rent is due the first day of the month.
Okay. Rent.
I know. It's really real, huh? No turning back.
It's real.
I bet you never did anything this crazy before.
I'm going to grab my jacket.
- All packed? - Getting there.
Call Caleb? Let him know you were coming?
No.
Because I'm not.
Ryan, I talked it over with my mom. And I want to go with her... to Chicago.
And I thought...
Do I really want to be Caleb Nichol's daughter?
It's not the life I want.
And, as hard as it is to leave you, I can't leave my mom.
She's the only family I've ever really had.
I get it.
Here we go, buddy. Hours of mind-numbing escapism.
The satellite's out? Aw...
I refuse to be denied this one small pleasure. This I can fix.
I need you.
The flight's been delayed a couple of hours because of the weather.
My sister is having an anxiety attack.
What's the matter?
She's really superstitious,
and she thinks this whole thing is a sign that she shouldn't marry Rudolpho.
I don't know. Maybe a girl's point of view?
Sure.
Are you coming?
- I can't do it. - Okay, I'll talk to her myself.
No. I mean, I can't go. I can't do this.
The truth be told, I didn't think you'd make it past security.
I'm really sorry.
You can't fight fate.
- You took the bus. - I told you.
Nothing is keeping me from you.
Is it over?
I promise you, it never started.
Uh... Help? Anyone? Mom?
Thanks for walking me.
Are you sure you don't want to come in? The band is really, really good.
Oh, no. I should get back. The dishes aren't going to wash themselves.
Are you okay?
Cohen? Cohen!
Help! Someone! Anyone!
- Cohen? - Summer?
Oh, my...
- What are you doing here? - What do you think, Cohen?