Previously on The O.C.
There were definitely sparks between her and Carter. I was thinking we could help set them up.
- How did Summer take the fact that Reed's a woman? - I couldn't tell her, even if I wanted to.
I'm working with him on his comic book.
Getting rid of Caleb, I'll do it.
- I said I'd help you. - I'm gonna pay you back.
SANDY: Some girl took drugs, she passed out in the pool.
I gave them to her. I brought the drugs.
- Hungry? - No.
Me, neither.
Dude, you cannot blame yourself, all right?
All you did was give Trey a chance, and you believed in him. And it's like, look,
- whatever he did at Marissa's party, that's all on him. - The thing is, I don't think he did it.
I mean, Trey is a lot of things, but I don't know. I just don't think he's a drug dealer.
Okay, so then when the cops showed up and asked who's responsible for the girl floating in the pool,
he was like, what? "I'm an ex-con on parole. I know, I'll say me. "
No. I think that when the cops showed up and went to put the cuffs on Marissa, he did what he had to do to stop them.
- What makes you say that? - I was about to do the same thing.
Yeah. Sure.
The compulsive need to rescue Marissa Cooper. It must be in the Atwood DNA.
It would explain a lot.
The good news is, if he really didn't do it, then my dad'll get him off.
Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
- I thought you'd be mad at me. - Why would I be mad?
I mean... You didn't do it, right?
No, man. No way. It's just, when...
I saw them about to take Marissa off, I had to do something.
And if gallantry and/or stupidity were defenses to felony dealing charges, you'd be a free man.
Here, why don't you go get settled in the pool house?
- Wait, you're staying with us again? - I... am in Sandy's custody.
It's the only way he could get the judge not to lock me up.
- You couldn't get him off? - Well, you know the old expression.
No good deed goes unpunished. Trey's facing hard time.
I'm going to go make some calls.
- I got to do something. - Okay, but the buddy cop thing, I mean, that's just a metaphor.
- We're not actually supposed to solve crimes - He's my brother. I got to help him.
And if that means finding the person that's really responsible...
Are you thinking of going undercover in a high school sting operation? Because that would be
- very 21 Jump Street of you. - Whatever it takes.
Yeah. Okay. I get to be Richard Grieco.
Oh, hey, honey. How did it go with Trey?
Well, he's out of jail for the time being, but by court order,
he'll be staying at the Cohen halfway house until next week's hearing.
You know, that is, as long as it's okay with you.
- Well, I'm guessing that he's there already. - Back in the pool house.
- Is he okay? - Well, all things considered.
Well, I guess I'll tell Carter that we can't go to Santa Barbara, then.
Oh, gee, I totally forgot about that. The wine-tasting weekend at Featherbrook.
You go. I'll stay with Trey.
No, no, that's no big deal. I mean, Carter can handle the vineyard story by himself.
I don't think he's planning on going by himself. He told me he was thinking of asking Erin.
- Erin? Really? - Yeah, yeah.
When I mentioned that you were going to be bringing me along for the weekend,
he thought it might be fun for us to go as a foursome.
Well, then, all the more reason for me to stay home with you.
I certainly wouldn't want to be a third wheel.
Do you want a coffee?
Honey? Are you there?
Yeah. I'll see you at home.
Hurry up, sweetie. You're going to be late for school.
That's it?
- Yeah, it's almost 8:00. - Whoa. I don't get it.
You trust me to have a few people over for a birthday party, it turns into a rager.
Someone nearly drowns in the pool and I don't even get punished?
Well, you know, it's not your fault. These things can happen.
Plus, if I punished you, I'd have to tell Caleb about it, wouldn't I?
- Oh, so he's finally coming home. - Yes, tonight.
And I'm planning a special welcome home celebration for him.
- Don't worry, it's a party for two. - Gross.
Personal sacrifices I have to make in order to keep a roof over our heads are nobody's business but my own.
Okay, really gross.
All I'm asking is that we not mention any
lesbian dalliances or bodies in the pool, okay?
Maybe I should stay with Summer tonight.
I mean, that way you don't have to worry about me slipping up with Caleb,
and you can make all the personal sacrifices you want.
Hey.
- Where's Cohen? - Wouldn't know. I'm avoiding him.
- Because of the Reed thing? - Yeah, he deliberately led me to believe that she was a he.
She, who happens to be cute and obsessed with his precious comic book.
- Graphic novel. - Whatever. He's turning into a subdolous egomaniac.
- Subdolous. - That's from my word-of-the-day calendar.
It means sneaky and underhanded, not to be trusted.
- Oh, your ears must have been burning. Too bad they're not on fire. - Just wait a second.
This is for you. I keep the rest in a vase at my house,
and every morning, I take one out and I bring it to school,
just hoping that I run into you so I can apologize.
That's actually kind of sweet.
And to sweeten the mea culpa even a little bit further,
guess who got you a ticket to Death Cab tonight?
Whoa, hey. Didn't you check your email?
Reed read your first draft of Atomic County. She loved it.
Well, good. I mean, that means that this graphic book thing is finally over?
Not exactly. She has notes.
- I thought you said she loved it. - She does. Note-giving is just
the publisher's way of showing their creative investment in a project.
She wanted to do it earlier, but you know, we had the whole school thing, so, we're doing it later at her place.
No. There's... there's Death Cab and I have
you know, Summer, and, Death Cab, so...
You can't blow this off. She's been working around our schedule already.
Okay, can we meet up after, I guess? I hear they play long sets.
Whatever, Mr. Subdolous.
- Mr. Subdolous? - New villain. You should pitch it to Reed tonight.
See ya, buddy.
Trey should have just let me get arrested. It'd be a lot easier for Sandy to help me than him.
Yeah, well, thinking before speaking is not exactly Trey's strong suit.
So what can we do?
Find out who brought the drugs to your party. You got any ideas?
- Kyle Thompson. - That guy? I've never seen him before.
He's a senior and a water polo player. So you guys don't exactly run in the same circles.
- But everyone says he's the guy to go to. - Looks like floater girl knows him.
Who, Jess Sathers? You know, I didn't even know she was at my party, until she nearly drowned in the pool.
- So you know her? - Uh, used to.
So could you talk to her? You know, find out if Kyle's the one who hooked her up?
Yeah, I can try.
- Hey, Jess. - Hey.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, just, I invited Erin up to the wine-tasting in Santa Barbara this weekend.
And after a week of not hearing from her, she leaves a message saying
she doesn't think it's a good idea for us to start seeing each other.
- Did she say why? - No, nothing.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah, me, too. I mean, I thought we hit it off really well at your dinner party.
I even rented a '65 Mustang for the drive up there.
You and Sandy want to car pool?
Actually, we're not going. You're going to have to cover the piece without me.
- You're kidding. What happened? - Family emergency.
Ryan's brother needs Sandy's legal help, so he's going to be working all weekend.
What about you? I mean, you can't peel away for an afternoon?
Did I mention the vintage convertible? It's red.
- I wish I could. - I'm sorry. I just... I hate drinking alone.
- Well, I hate drinking wine alone. - Me, too.
All right, well, I will make sure to pick up a bottle of Featherbrook's finest.
And I owe you guys a supper. So maybe we'll do that next week.
- Terrific. Have a great weekend. - You, too.
Jess, hey.
I just wanted to say how totally sorry I am for what happened at my party last weekend.
- That was your house? - Yeah. You okay?
- Yeah, you know. Just another war story. - Yeah, I've got a few of those.
Right. I heard about your little incident in TJ last year.
Not my finest moment. My parents were all over me after that.
In fact, I don't really know anyone anymore
and I was kind of wondering if maybe you could hook me up.
A chance to party with the legendary Marissa Cooper?
- Going to Death Cab tonight? - Yeah, totally.
Look for me. I might know someone.
- How'd it go? - I think it's on.
I think you're right.
Pick any restaurant you want. Sort of a welcome home dinner.
- They're all Thai menus. - We didn't do a whole lot of Thai food growing up.
Yeah, I'm convinced somewhere in our heritage, a Cohen bagged himself some Asian action.
- Seth! - By the way, you can't go wrong with the shrimp pad Thai.
- In fact, actually, save some for me. I've got to go. - Where you going?
I have an incredibly inconvenient note session in Silverlake.
Ryan, delay Death Cab as long as you can.
- Also, give one of those flowers to Summer for me, please. - What?
- You guys going out tonight? - Yeah. But if you want to hang out when I get back?
I'm the one under house arrest, Ryan. You don't got to baby-sit me.
- Hey, gang. - Hi. Did you talk to the prosecutor?
Not yet, but I found out who it's gonna be. This guy named Tom McGinty.
- So you know him? - I know of him. He's a big Irish conservative, real letter of the law type.
He's got about eight kids and six are daughters.
Maybe that's a good thing. If he's a family man, maybe he'll be sympathetic to Trey.
- And risk keeping a drug dealer near his daughter's school? - I'm not a drug dealer.
- Oh, I know that... but he doesn't. - So you're saying I'm screwed.
No. What I'm saying is, we're going to have to start working on your defense tonight.
Thanks for making the drive. I'm sure traffic out of Newport's a bitch on Fridays.
No, the drive was no problem.
We're just looking forward to hearing your thoughts and concerns.
- Yeah. As quickly as possible, please. - Well, let's get started then?
Okay. Overall, we're concerned about the universality of Atomic County.
We're a little worried. Kids in the heartland, they're not gonna...
- not gonna get this world. - Okay. Sure. Sure. Um...
except I know that, for me, Atomic's location was always sort of
the backbone of the comic strip. I mean, that's why I thought you guys were interested in the first place.
- We'll take a look at it. - Okay, okay.
Also, we're wondering about Cosmo Girl. Her magic flask?
Could she get her power from like, a sports drink instead?
Because Legal's worried about lawsuits from the parents of teen alcoholics.
Oh, the Ironist. Boy, a little cerebral.
Is he being ironic?
Ooh, I gotta take this.
- Who is that guy? - Oh, Damon's a marketing genius.
We just recruited him out of Phantagraphics, and he's going to make you very, very famous.
As what? The worst comic book author ever?
He is really good at what he does, and the party tomorrow night is his idea.
- What party? - A party? That is awesome of you.
Damon thought it would be a really good idea to introduce you to everyone.
Get you with directors, musicians, animators, for your potential off-shoot projects.
- Okay, that's great, but we're kind of... - So there. Thank you.
And I want you to bring your girlfriend, 'cause everyone is dying to meet Little Miss Vixen.
- Right. Little Miss Vixen's a character... - I'll be right back.
Summer's gonna kill me. I say we walk right now.
- No, we've come too far to blow this. - Even if those were good ideas,
which they're not, the re-art would take me like a year, okay? I can't do that. Summer and I would be over by then.
That's why you need to bring her to the party.
Make her a part of the process. Include her in this.
- You really think that's a good idea? - Definitely.
Will you tell me again about Marissa's party? I mean, who'd you talk to?
Besides Ryan's friends?
- I don't know. A couple girls. - The girl in the pool?
M aybe.
The police report has an eyewitness claiming
that she saw you and Jess enter a room and close the door.
Okay. Jess and I, we hit it off a little.
You know, talked and stuff, but,
truth is, I thought we were going to go back to my place and hook up.
Next thing I know, the cops have arrived and she was face down in a pool.
Did you see Jess take any drugs?
No. But it was clear she was on them.
- Where'd she get them? - There was this one guy. I heard he was passing out pills.
- You think you might recognize him? - I-I don't, I don't know.
You know, he looked like every other kid in this town.
Tall, tan, and a face you just want to... flatten.
Do any of these names ring a bell? Maybe she mentioned somebody or said something about somebody.
No, look, I just wanted to help Marissa out.
Okay. Nobody's ever thrown me a birthday party.
I wasn't going to let her go to jail for it.
I can't believe Seth is missing his favorite band.
You know, it's one thing blowing me off, but blowing off Death Cab?
This comic book has totally broken him.
- Have you seen Jess yet? - Jess? Jess Sathers? Why are you looking for that coke whore?
What?! She is.
- Marissa Cooper, are you doing coke? - What? No.
- No, we're... - We're helping Trey.
- Helping him what? Score? - Stay out of prison. I'm gonna do a lap.
If you see her, let me know, okay? Or Kyle.
Or Seth.
CALEB: Julie?
- I'm up here. - Would you come down here, please?
Why don't you come up here?
Welcome home, sailor.
- What's all this? - What does it look like?
It looks like one of your movies.
That's not funny.
Not supposed to be.
I spent the last few weeks trying to get past
the... incident.
Turns out I can't.
I've missed you.
After all this time, I was hoping maybe you miss me, too.
Cancel whatever spa treatment you had booked for tomorrow.
- We need to have a very serious discussion. - About what?
I have a meeting with my lawyers in the morning. We'll talk after that.
Lawyers.
- What exactly are you saying? - I'll let my attorney talk for me.
SUMMER: I mean, where, other than the Bait Shop, are tickets always plentiful
and the band never too loud to talk over? Cohen is missing it.
Hello!
Uh! Here comes your girl.
- Oh, no. I'm blanking. Say something. - What?
Oh, my God! Jess. Hi.
Remember me? Summer Roberts? We had tap and jazz together in fourth grade.
- Shuffle ball change... - Right.
Don't mind my friend. She's really, really stoned.
Totally. Very, very high.
Isn't this place, like, so visual?
- So, you want to go sit down? - Can't, looking for a friend.
The kind who could hook me up?
Actually he lost his stash last weekend, but he's taking orders for tomorrow night. You want in?
- Definitely. - Water Polo is throwing a party. We can meet up there.
- Here's the address. Cash only. - No problem.
- How about you? - Hmm? Oh, no, strictly ganja.
Yeah, what's from the earth is of the greatest worth.
- I'm going to kill you. - I hope you know what you're doing.
- How is he? - Oh, he's scared.
He's frustrated. It turns out, Trey knew the girl in the pool.
The police have an eyewitness to confirm it.
- That's not good. - None of it is.
I gotta keep this from going to trial, but there is no way that prosecutor will cut a deal.
That's because he only knows Trey on paper.
Oh, honey.
- You're a genius. - I am?
Yeah, a genius.
What are you working on?
Notes for the wine-tasting article. Something to keep Carter focused
after his seventh pinot, since he will be attending un-chapperoned.
- What happened with Erin? - It didn't work out.
Oh, that's too bad. I thought those two were a perfect match.
Honey, this is gorgeous.
- You should go up there with Carter. - I should be here.
Well, there's nothing you can do for Trey. He knows you're behind him.
I guess, if we leave early enough, we could be back in time for dinner.
I'll make the dinner... you bring the wine.
Man, it's packed in here tonight.
Oh, hey. Don't I know you? From that house party last weekend?
- I don't think so. - Kyle, right?
That party was out of control. I heard some chick almost OD'd in the pool.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
I cannot believe I missed Death Cab. Just kill me.
Seriously, shoot me in the face. Speaking of which, is Summer around?
I need your help. I have a little... quagmire to... un-quag...
What?
Oh, is that the guy? Are you on a bust right now?
Holy, dude. What can I do? Just give me a job.
- Stay out of it. - Help me. I want to help. Really sorry about that.
Well, they're not that way, 'cause that's the ocean, so...
And there he is.
- So what do we say? - You say nothing. You stay right here.
Big Mac.
- Tom McGinty. - Sandy Cohen.
Sandy Cohen. Why do I know that name?
I've been trying to get in touch with you for the last several days from the DA's Office.
I represent Trey Atwood.
- What is this, an ambush? - No, no, no, no.
- I'm just hoping we can put together a deal - The kid was caught dealing on parole.
- You know something I don't? - Yeah.
- You got the wrong guy. - We got his confession.
I got eyewitnesses placing him with the girl who OD'd
and the bag of ecstasy matching her tox screen recovered at the scene.
- Check it for fingerprints. - Trey.
I never touched it. So my fingerprints won't be on it.
You're right. No one's are. And who'd know that?
- Except the guy who wiped the bag clean. - Not another word, Trey.
Two years probation, plus 100 hours of community service.
That kid is looking at at least a year for the parole violation alone.
None of those kids at the party have so much as a traffic ticket.
So unless you've got another suspect for me, there's not going to be a deal.
Except for my hair issues, great call on the convertible.
Well, that's the way the California coast was meant to be seen.
And your hair looks, great.
Liar. For your punishment, I control the radio on the way home.
No. No one who has won on American Idol ever sings in my car.
Well, consider yourself lucky. If it was Sandy, you'd be listening to torch songs and show tunes.
Preferable.
Members of the press, honored guests,
I'd like to welcome you all to my family's winery.
Unfortunately, my grandfather, Chief Featherbrook, is in poor health and will be unable to join us this afternoon.
Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping to get a glimpse of the old guy.
I think he's a marketing gimmick, like the Jolly Green Giant.
Hey, maybe we can turn this article into an expose.
Our first vintage is a 2003 pinot noir...
My grandfather is convinced it's what gives the grape its unique flavor.
Hail to the chief.
I can't believe your big apology dinner has turned
into a "Make me even madder" party in Silver Hell.
You know, if a cab ride home didn't cost $300, I would so be out of here.
Listen, I understand that you're here on false pretenses.
I was just sort of hoping that once we got here, you would try and make the best of it.
- Hey, guys, come in. - Hey.
Everyone... the man of the hour has arrived.
Allow me to introduce to you the architect and illustrator of Atomic County, Seth Cohen...
.. his creative partner, Zach...
and of course, Little Miss Vixen herself.
Dude. Joe Sacho is in the kitchen right now. He wants to meet you.
Of The Vixer?
No, I don't know. What do you say to somebody like that? The guy's a legend.
And he's a big fan of yours and he's about to leave, so...
Just go.
- You want to go get a drink? - Yes.
Oh, I lost track of time. You guys ready for dinner?
- Actually, we need to talk to you. - Sure.
Wait, wait,
No matter what happens, I just wanted to thank you for all the work you've done.
Nobody's ever gone out on a limb like this for me time and time again.
- I'll never forget it. - You're talking like we're already defeated
I'll admit there's a lot of work to be done, but it ain't over till it's over.
With all due respect, I was there, too. I know I'm going down.
I know things look bad
- but now is not the time to give up. - No, we're not. We...
- we know who the dealer is. - Who?
- A guy at school. - Well, we're gonna need proof.
I think we can get it... tonight.
Can we talk? I just need a drink.
I got whisky.
Make yourself at home.
So, Caleb's been behind closed doors all day with his lawyers.
As of tonight, it's over for me.
Me and my girls are out on the street with nothing.
- No pre-nup? - I think a porn scandal more than nullifies it.
Listen, Caleb's old. His health is not good.
I know a guy that can get some pills. I can switch out his medicine while you're out of town.
No one will suspect a thing. Then you can live the life you deserve,
and never worry about anybody taking that away from you ever again.
- You're serious, aren't you? - As a heart attack.
- What are you doing? - I'm writing you a check.
- You don't got to pay me to kill your husband. - It's not for that.
It's to get you out of town.
I'm not a murderer. Neither are you.
I never should have come here.
Good luck, babe.
Good-bye, Lance.
You know, they should implement the bucket concept in fast food chains.
All the flavor, none of the calories.
You're sick.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. We look forward to your reviews
How many wines have we tasted?
According to my notes... I stopped taking notes.
Should we fire ourselves for drinking on the job?
Drinking was the job. And I did my job really well, 'cause I'm hammered.
You can't be. You have to drive.
I'm not driving. Are you kidding? With the cliffs and the ocean and the...
windy roads? No way. You drive.
Oh, no, no, no, no. I can't drive.
I have had as much to drink as you have and I'm half the si...
- Oh! I'm sorry. - Point well taken. Yeah.
Excuse me? It's okay. It'll be all right.
Could you uh, possibly find a driver for us tonight?
We failed to make proper use of the silver bucket.
- Are you staying locally? - No, Orange County, actually.
I'm sorry. But I could offer you a guest suite if you'd like to stay here tonight.
What do you think? Should we expense it?
I guess we don't have a choice.
- Whose list are you on? - Jess's. Marissa Cooper.
- You on Jess's list, too? - No.
Then you can't come in. Sorry, dawg.
Meet me around the side of the house.
This really is the dark side. Any sign of Kyle?
No, but he probably shouldn't see you here.
Come here.
Hey, Marissa! Oh, my God, you came!
- You look so beautiful tonight. - Thanks. You're in a good mood.
- Candy flipping. - Candy flipping?
Yeah, ecstasy and mushrooms. Good for the body and the mind.
- Sounds perfect. - Come with me, girly girl.
Where have you been? We had plans to talk.
I'm here now. Let's talk.
Are you sure you don't want to shower or something?
You may not believe this but I put everything I had into this marriage.
- I wanted it to work just as much as you did - Oh, I doubt that.
No one hates to fail more than I do. But here we are.
Just say it, Caleb. You want a divorce.
These real tears?
No one's more surprised than me.
All right, then. We'll give it one more chance.
- What? - While standing here, I realize I still have feelings for you.
I owe it to both of us to explore that.
I don't know what to say.
"Thank you," I suppose.
Put on something nice. I'll take you to dinner.
- It's ruined. I'm sorry. - Oh, it's okay.
- Shall we drink to its demise? - It defeats the purpose of sobering up, doesn't it?
Yeah. But there's a mini bar.
I should call Sandy.
And I should take a shower. I smell like a fermented grape.
I have a confession. I was going to take off tonight...
get out of town, never look back.
All legal problems of this nature have a way of resurfacing.
The only way to deal with them is head on.
- Yeah, that's what Ryan said. - He's a smart kid.
- Yeah, you all right? - I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. I couldn't get a signal at the winery.
That's okay. You guys on the road?
Neither of us are actually in the right shape to drive just yet, so...
A little too much Indian spirit, huh?
- Well, drive back in the morning. - Are you sure?
Yeah, I mean, it's not worth dying over. I don't want either of you behind the wheel if you've been drinking.
I love you.
You know, I've got to tell you something.
I don't know too many men who'd let their wives spend the night with another guy, no less suggest it.
How many men you know have been married for 20 years?
- I'm sorry to disturb you. - Oh, you're not. It's fine.
I was able to locate a car if you still needed one.
That's... Can I call you?
- Certainly. The number's on the back if you'd like to call directly. - Thank you.
DAMON: No, I just think that the cross-promotional opportunities for Atomic County are endless.
- We're talking fast-food tie-ins, action figures, NASCAR. - NASCAR?
Kids are really into body sprays these days. I'm thinking a different scent for each character.
It's never too early to start developing multimedia franchises.
Right. What do you mean?
- Atomic County online. Video games. - My own video game?
This time next year, why not an Atomic County TV show?
- Ooh, that's not so bad. - I need to talk to you.
Wait, one second... Are you talking about, like, animation, or are you talking about live action?
- Why not a hybrid? - Why not a hybrid?
- Okay, wait, one second. - No, you did not just give me the finger.
I didn't give you the finger.
- Seth, I want to go home, now. - Why, are you not having fun?
No, I'm not. These people are annoying.
They think that they are so smart and they are so cool with their messy hair and their dirty clothes
that they bought that way. They play their retro board games
and they drink wine for fun... ew.
I'd like to make a toast. To Seth and his subversive vision
and those that inspire it, the real Little Miss Vixens of the world.
God save us all.
It's fun. It's a good time.
Summer, I don't see what you're so mad about. You didn't make any effort.
- They've asked you, like, five times to join the conversation. - Hey, Zach.
- Can I have a ride home? - Yeah, sure.
- Thank you. - Zach, what are you doing?
Good-bye, Cohen.
- Seth, we need you. - Summer?
- Come on, we're playing board games. - I smell a tie-in.
- No, stop it. - Right?
- Let's go, everybody. - What board games are we playing?
Come on! We're going to the board room.
Nothing like five-star water pressure.
- You okay? - Yeah, I just, it's a little, it's the wine
There's a hers bathrobe and some fuzzy slippers in the closet.
Do you want to take a shower?
Carter...
They found a car for us.
Well, that's a good thing, right?
I need to go home.
Yeah. Okay.
I'll go get dressed.
What's happening?
They're outside talking.
Open your hand.
One at a time. And drink tons of water.
Oh, and stay away from the GHB on this. Trust me.
- It's $80, right? - Kyle thinks you're cute, so he only wants $60 and an introduction.
Come on.
Ryan? Reinforcements are on their way. You be careful.
- What did he say? - We're on.
Hey look, I just wanted to thank you for hooking me up
- But I kind of have a boyfriend, so... - I kind of don't care.
Hey! Back off, man. She's with me.
You need to get out of here, bitch. This is a private party.
I hope you enjoyed it. It's probably gonna be your last.
- Go back inside. - You're a narc?
- This the kid you saw last week? - Yeah, that's him.
- You all right? - I'm kind of getting used to it.
- You're under arrest for possession of a controlled substance with intent... - Whose is that?
- That's not mine. - You have the right to remain silent...
- .. and will be used against you... - No, he planted it on me! That kid's a liar!
You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you by the State of California.
I'll file a motion to dismiss all charges on Monday.
- Thanks for doing this, Tom. - Thanks for ambushing me.
Are you guys ready to go home? It's past my bedtime.
- Actually, I was kind of hoping to spend the night at my own place tonight. - We can drop you off.
Mr. Cohen?
All right.
- Thanks, little brother. - Nah, Marissa's the one who deserves the credit for this.
Let's just call it even.
So... Been a while,
- since we were... - Alone?
- Yeah, without, something... - Or someone.
- I guess we can do whatever we want. - Well, what do you want to do?
Ryan, wait.
We've waited a really long time for this.
- You want to stop? - No, I just...
I think we can do better than the front seat of Sandy's car.
- I know a guy who has a pool house all to himself. - You think he'd let us borrow it?
Oh, yeah.
- What are you doing here? - I think you have some idea.
Yeah, breaking and entering.
- How do you know I'm not working for the cops? - I asked around.
- You really are just out of jail. - And I'm not looking to go back.
So you took the fall for Marissa Cooper and then did what you had to do.
The only thing I can't figure out is why you didn't turn me in, too.
The cops are only looking for one suspect.
And I figured you had a rough enough week as it was.
And besides...
- I like talking to you. - Yeah?
Well, I like talking to you, too.
And now with Kyle out of the picture, I think we have a lot more to talk about.
You interested?
I'm definitely interested.