"Previously..." "You're going to get through this, Coop." "I shot someone, Sum." "Are we okay?" "Why wouldn't we be?" "'Cause since that night, we haven't really talked about it." "What are you doing back in Newport?" "Caleb dies, boom-- suddenly, you show up." "We'll collect on Caleb's will and we'll go back to being a normal, happy family." "No matter how hard I worked or how hard I tried..." "It was never enough." "Hi, I'm Charlotte Morgan." "I'm not going back to my husband and my boys until I know that I'll never let them down again." "Should be coming home any day now, right?" "Morning, Dad." "Hey, you're just in time for breakfast." "Who wants cereal?" "We have cereal?" "Yeah, I found some tucked away in a cabinet." "Cereal doesn't go bad, does it?" "No, but milk does." "How 'bout some hummus?" "For breakfast?" "Sure." "With a side of... of sesame beef." "Breakfast of champions." "As much as I love botulism, I'll pass." "Yeah, I'm going to stick with coffee." "Come on, you guys." "We got to eat together." "It's a special day." "You're both seniors." "It's just registration." "It's a coming-of-age moment." "We Cohens love coming-of-age moments." "You should have seen this guy at my bar mitzvah." "He was frothing at the mouth." "I was excited then;" "I'm excited now." "I'm proud of you both." "And so is your mom, even though she's not here to tell you about it." "Or prevent us from living in a cesspool." "Boy, she kept this place in tip-top shape without so much as picking up a sponge." "Yeah, how did she do that?" "Oh, her presence kept us neat, Ryan." "It's that Protestant evil eye." "It's a powerful thing." "She's a woman of many talents." "We can have dinner tonight, right?" "Yeah, sure, just the three of us." "Yeah, Ryan'll even clean up." "He will." "I'll pick up the steaks." "Boy, you've got some nerve showing up here." "Look, I apologize for our... our little misunderstanding." "Oh, so I misunderstood." "You didn't try to frame Ryan for the shooting." "Sandy, I only did what any parent would do." "I was trying to keep my family afloat." "Yeah, by using my kid as a raft." "You can lecture me later, but right now, we need to put our differences behind us, because we have bigger problems." "What's happened now?" "I got a call from the school this morning." "Apparently, the parents are protesting." "They want Ryan and Marissa out." "Oh, I should have seen that coming." "I'll stop by there and talk to them." "No, you don't get it." "They have a petition." "They filed a motion." "See you, Dad." "Have a good day." "Sandy, unless we can put a stop to this," "Ryan and Marissa are getting expelled." "And we'll take the pancakes with extra butter." "Thanks." "Wow, that's the last time we'll ever order pancakes before registration." "And that's a sad thing to you?" "Yeah, it is sad." "Everything we do this year is for the last time." "It's like a farewell tour." "Actually, after the summer we've had, that doesn't sound so terrible... if we can make it through this year." "Yeah, if we can get through graduation." "With no major traumas." "Then I'll be happy." "No, you guys, that is unacceptable." "Look, I know that our summer sucked." "To say the least." "But we made it through it." "No one is in juvy or in a jumpsuit." "I think Marissa would have worn one well." "I do." "It's the right cut on you." "The point is, the four of us are together and it's our senior year, so it's our last time to make everything all-time." "Hmm." "She makes a good point." "She's becoming quite the motivational speaker." "MARISSA:" "Okay, Sum." "You win." "It'll be the best year ever." "Thank you." "High five." "Best year ever!" "Jimmy couldn't make it?" "He's working." "A business associate from Hawaii showed up." "Ah, just as well." "One Montague, one Capulet;" "that should be plenty." "Sandy, Julie, come on in." "You have to understand-- no student at Harbor has ever been involved in a shooting." "And I know, as principal, you have to do something, but... if you could please avoid expulsion." "There is a petition circling amongst the parents-- almost a thousand signatures." "It's hard to ignore that kind of outcry." "Dr. Kim, you know my daughter, right?" "Tall, pretty, wears Chanel-- not exactly what you'd call "gangsta."" "Look, the bottom line is," "Marissa and Ryan are good kids." "They deserve to graduate with their friends." "And if it were up to me, they would." "But it is up to you." "I mean, you're the principal." "The board thought it would be a good idea to bring in someone new, a specialist in school safety." "Oh, you mean like a hall monitor?" "Flattering, but actually more like dean of discipline." "Jack Hess." "Nice to meet you." "Sandy Cohen." "Julie Cooper-Nichol." "I'm very anxious to talk about Marissa." "And Ryan." "Thanks, but I don't really think that'll be necessary." "I read their files, talked to the arresting officers." "I know what I'm dealing with." "Well, you never really know what you're dealing with until you talk to the kid." "I was a P.D. in the juvenile system for a number of years, and I... well, I've seen my fair share of kids in trouble." "So have I, Mr. Cohen." "Got a master's in education, taught six years in boarding schools back East." "I like to think I know what I'm doing." "I hope so." "These kids very much want to go to college." "If you kick 'em out, they've got no shot." "Well, frankly..." "I'm not here to make everyone happy." "I'll let you know my answer by this evening." "Jimmy!" "Another scotch on the rocks for my friend." "Oh, friend." "That's a... that's a good sign." "You know I like you, Jimmy, even though you test my patience." "Ah." "Thank you." "Soon." "You, uh, will have the money soon." "Think you said that two months ago." "Yeah, well the will's going to be read any day now." "You got to... you got to believe me." "I believed you before when you said you were going to sell me a boat, but you pissed away my deposit on some crazy stock venture." "Do we have to... do we have to relive this?" "Point is, I'm nice... but I'm not as nice as I look." "I got a lot of friends who'd be more than happy to take care of this for me." "All I got to do is pick up the phone." "You're going to have your money." "I promise." "Coop, you need a wheelbarrow for that binder." "That thing's a monster." "Well, it's everything I need for Kickoff Carnival:" "waivers, invoices, vendor contract." "Ow." "That is so boring, it hurts." "So I take it you won't be joining us for social committee this year." "Hmm, let me think about it." "No." "Sum, it's our last year." "What happened to living every moment?" "Well, Coop, you know how I feel about school- sponsored events-- love to go to them, hate to plan them." "I prefer not to look behind the curtain." "You see, if I join clubs," "I'll have to hang out with girls like that." "Taylor Townsend?" "Okay, guys?" "I spent the whole summer working on your Kickoff Carnival, so I have tons of great ideas." "I mean, I didn't even have a vacation." "But, you know, someone has to do it, right?" "Coop, she's totally stealing your meeting." "Yeah, well, she's been fighting me for social chair since, like, freshman year." "God." "Nothing I hate more than perky blondes who want to take over the world." "Come on." "Taylor." "Hey." "Uh, think you're at Marissa's podium." "Marissa." "I'm sorry." "I just went ahead and guessed that you weren't going to be making it today." "Oh." "Well, here I am." "Well, I just assumed, with everything that you've been through this summer, you know, with the..." "Right." "Well, I'm fine." "Thanks." "You are so strong." "But, listen, sweetie, if it gets to be too much, you just holler." "I can totally take over, since I pretty much did the whole thing myself last year." "Uh-uh." "Yeah, that's great and everything, but you want to take your stuff off the podium now?" "Absolutely." "I'll just be gone in a jiff." "Okay." "Let's go." "Bye." "Oh, that bitch is going down." "You sure you don't need a Haz-Mat suit in there?" "Oh, my God, look at this." "Chicken skewers from the Fourth of July." "Those things fossilized yet?" "Yeah." "What are you doing?" "Making a Seth Cohen starter pack for Mom, rehab edition." "Got their new Klausserman, got Cray Thompson's Blankets, and I got Motley Crue's Dirt." "Figured it'd help put Mom's indiscretions in perspective." "Very thoughtful." "All right, that's pretty much everything." "You want to give me a hand here?" "How are things with you and Marissa?" "Oh, they're fine." "Fine?" "They're fine?" "Yeah, why wouldn't they be fine?" "I don't know, 'cause she shot your brother?" "Throw the average couple for a loop." "Look, we've been living and breathing with it all summer, and now it's over." "We just want to put it behind us." "But you guys have talked about it, right?" "I mean, you've hashed it out?" "We don't need to." "Dude, Summer and I fought over a comic book for a year." "Yeah, what's your point?" "It's just, if I've learned anything from being with Summer, it's that every issue in a relationship snowballs, even the small things." "You got to deal with it, or eventually, it'll come between you." "Skipping town?" "Ah, yeah." "Checking out tomorrow." "You?" "Yeah." "Almost all packed." "Oh, I just can't wait to get back to my family, my... my house, my bed." "Still, I know you were, um... worried about going too soon." "Well, I-I-I can't say that I..." "I feel really ready, but I'm guessing that's normal." "Absolutely." "Going home's the trickiest part of recovery." "The last time I went straight home," "I relapsed almost immediately." "I mean, after being here in this bubble, it can be a shock to your system." "So this time, I am planning on making a pit stop." "Well, that seems like a good idea." "My father has a-a cottage at Lake Arrowhead-- totally remote and empty, which makes it the perfect halfway house." "Makes sense." "I mean, if there's one thing we've learned here, it's to do things in steps." "You know, there's a lot of extra room." "I-I mean, I know you want to get home, but if you're having any second thoughts..." "Just think about it." "Thanks." "So, have you heard anything?" "About Marissa?" "Is there another crisis we're dealing with?" "Of course not, no." "Uh, uh, school hasn't called yet." "So, how was your drink with that client?" "Did you sell him a fleet of yachts?" "It was, uh... it was fine." "Look, I-I-I know you're worried about Marissa, but you never know." "She could catch a break." "Marissa catch a break?" "That'd be a first." "I don't know." "Cooper family's been on a bit of a... lucky streak recently." "My husband died in a pool." "Our daughter's about to be expelled." "What do you define as lucky?" "You and I got back together." "And thank God, because it's the only thing keeping me sane." "I, uh..." "I-I, um... left my wallet in the car." "Jimmy." "Can't we just... put it on Cal's tab?" "Yeah, why not?" "We've charged a summer's worth of drinks to him." "Julie Cooper-Nichol." "It's the dean." "Oh, I understand, Dean." "And this decision is final?" "Is there any way I can get you to reconsider?" "There'll be an opportunity for appeal?" "Well, I'm sorry to hear that." "I just want you to know, I..." "I think you're making a huge mistake." "Steaks ready?" "Shh." "Grilling is an art form, Ryan." "It can't be rushed." "Hey, guys." "SETH:" "Hey, you want yours rare, Dad?" "Sure." "RYAN:" "What's wrong?" "I got some bad news." "I had a meeting at the school today, and they're concerned about bringing you and Marissa back after what happened." "I'm getting kicked out." "No, you're not." "But Marissa is." ""Dirt:" "the Motley Crue Story."" "Well, that ought to put things in perspective." "Our son has a very strange take on self-help." "Oh, how are the boys?" "I miss 'em." "They're great." "They miss you like crazy." "But I'm guessing they're going to be seeing you soon." "Taking that suitcase as a good sign." "I am leaving." "Oh, honey, that's great news." "Your timing couldn't be better." "We cleaned up the house." "It was... it was a pit." "Sandy, I'm not coming home." "I'm going to Lake Arrowhead with a friend." "A friend?" "Her name is Charlotte." "She has a lot of experience with these things, the dangers of relapse." "Honey, if you're thinking about relapse, w-why check out at all?" "I'm not saying that." "It's just that..." "You don't want to come home." "No." "Yes, I want to come home." "Of course I do." "I just need to know that when I do... that I'm home for good, that this is all behind me." "Is there a timetable for this?" "Oh, Sandy, I don't know." "Well, when you do... call me." "Coop?" "Hey." "How you doing?" "Oh, I've been better." "Well, we thought, uh, you could use some breakfast." "We got bagels and a support group." "Yes." "Captain Oats is a really good listener, but Princess Sparkle-- she just kind of stands there and looks cute." "Aw, you guys didn't have to do that." "And we're getting you back in." "You shouldn't have to suffer for this." "If anyone has to, it should be me." "Well, you didn't shoot somebody." "I did." "I don't care what it takes." "We're getting you back in." "Hey." "Hey." "I'm just checking online." "There's some decent schools in the area." "And Marissa won't be going to any of them." "What?" "I was just brainstorming during cardio bar, which is where I do all my best thinking, and I came up with a solution." "Well, uh, I'm all ears." "Money." "Excuse me?" "We give Harbor a fat donation, remind them they're kicking out" "Caleb Nichol's stepdaughter." "Except that, um... uh, Caleb's not around anymore." "Ooh, but his money is-- or at least it will be whenever they get around to untangling his 79 Swiss bank accounts." "I don't know, Jules." "I-I don't, uh..." "I don't think it's going to work." "Then it's a write-off." "I mean, look, I admit it's a long shot, but we've got to at least try." "Honey, this is our daughter we're talking about." "You're right." "So, you write the check." "I'm dry until the will comes through." "Uh... well, how-how-how much are you thinking-- like, uh," "$2,000 or three?" "Wake up, Jimmy." "The Siegfrieds donated a pool and a field house." "Their son only smoked pot." "Marissa shot someone." "We've got to at least give them 100 grand." "What happened to Marissa Cooper is a tragedy... but let it be a lesson to all of us." "One minute, you're on top; the next, you're on the streets." "With that in mind, I would like to take a moment of silence to remember Marissa Cooper and the great work she did as social chair." "That felt really good." "Okay, so, it is with a heavy heart that I assume Marissa's post as social chair." "Summer Roberts." "I was just wondering if anyone else, um, has a chance to try out." "What, are you saying that you want to be social chair?" "Maybe." "Okay, um... have you ever done this kind of work before?" "Please, no, but..." "Have you ever done any extracurricular activities at all?" "And remember, shopping doesn't count." "Okay, maybe I'm not, like, super-qualified, but neither are you." "Summer, who do you think has been running this committee these past few years?" "Um, Marissa Cooper." "Marissa Cooper has been busy... skipping school, experimenting with her sexual orientation." "And I was here picking up the slack, doing all of the work while she got all of the credit." "Do you have any idea what it's like to have all of the responsibility and none of the power?" "Do you?" "Okay, then." "Let's get back to work, people." "We have a carnival to throw." "Charlotte, it's so charming." "Thanks." "God, I haven't been here in years." "We stopped coming here when Dad bought a house on the Vineyard." "I always loved it." "Well, that wasn't too important to dear old Dad." "You know how that is." "But you're here now." "Yeah." "Dad is also a security freak, so he locks this place up like Fort Knox." "Ah, there we go." "So this is it." "Oh, and the kitchen is right over there, where I will be teaching you to cook whether you like it or not." "It's beautiful." "Thinking about Sandy?" "Can't help it." "I feel like I've let him down yet again." "You're doing this for him." "I don't think he sees it that way." "Well, then, show him." "Invite him up for dinner." "You really wouldn't mind?" "Of course not-- you've been talking so much about your perfect husband, I'd love to meet him." "Ryan." "Dr. Kim, hey, I need to talk to you." "Ryan, the board had an exhaustive debate about you and Marissa, and they came to what I think is a fair decision." "Okay, but they might change their minds if they knew what happened." "They do know what happened, and the board has reached their decision." "Look, who can I talk to?" "How can I change this?" "You'd have to talk to the new dean." "This is his department." "Great, so, if Marissa and I could just talk to him, tell him our story..." "Please?" "Hey, you hungry?" "I thought we could get a little bite to eat." "I'm too sick to eat." "Sick?" "Yes." "This senior year's sucking." "It hasn't even started yet." "So?" "It's already terrible." "Marissa got the ax, and now I have to watch as uber-bitch feeds on her remains." "You mean that Taylor girl?" "You know, I actually thought I could compete with psycho-Barbie for social chair." "You wanted to be social chair?" "No, it's just all I could do to help, to try to keep Marissa's legacy from falling into the grubby little paws of Taylor Townsend." "Okay, well, then you should." "I can't; she's Taylor Townsend." "She's like the Karl Rove of our school." "So?" "You can take Karl Ro..." "You know who Karl Rove is?" "Yeah." "My stepmom sometimes naps in front of CNN." "I hear things as I'm dragging her off to bed." "Okay." "Well, look," "I know you don't think of yourself as active." "No." "Two hobbies: shopping and sunbathing." "But you have Marissa as a resource." "Now, you combine that with your natural, God-given rage, you have everything you need to topple that tyrant Taylor Townsend." "You're right." "You know what?" "We need to go to Marissa's." "Pretty sure I said I was hungry." "Come on!" "Jimmy... you prove me wrong." "I figured you'd be tossing back tequila shooters in Oaxaca by now." "I don't have the money." "You're kidding, right?" "No." "And, uh, I haven't even gotten to the unbelievable part yet." "I, uh..." "I need to ask you for a loan." "Oh, I'm sorry." "You want to borrow money?" "Hundred thousand dollars." "It's for my kid." "She's, uh... she's had, uh, uh, some bad luck." "Well, runs in the family, I guess." "Look, the best way for you to get your money is to give me more." "So why don't you sell the boat?" "Well, if it were mine..." "The bank owns it now." "Look, I-I-I..." "I-I'm in a real pinch here." "Once the money comes in, I pay you back," "Julie and I, we-we-we-we live happily ever after, okay?" "Trust me, I-I-I-I got a plan." "MARISSA:" "You really think this is gonna work?" "Yeah, well, we got to at least try, right?" "Wow, you must be Ryan and Marissa." "It's good to finally meet Harbor's most notorious couple." "Please, come in." "Have a seat." "So, uh, we just... we wanted to tell you our version of what happened." "This doesn't really concern you, Ryan." "As far as I know, you're still enrolled at Harbor, despite my best efforts." "So I say we focus on Marissa, hmm?" "So..." "Miss Cooper, tell me why I'm wrong about you." "Uh..." "I, uh..." "Because that's what this is about, right?" "I've got you all wrong?" "I don't know." "I just know I've never been involved in anything like this before." "Really?" "Well, I got to disagree with you." "What are you talking about?" "You know, I'm new to Newport." "I moved here a few weeks ago from the East Coast." "So far, it's not bad." "The weather's great." "And, you know what else I like about it here?" "People here talk." "They love to talk, especially about you." "You can't buy into the gossip in this town." "All right." "So... yeah, you tell me, then." "Shoplifting, alcohol abuse, an overdose in Tijuana..." "And, please, stop me if any of this is just gossip." "Those things have nothing to do with what happened with Trey." "You know what?" "I did do those things, but, I mean, the shooting was different." "Marissa, it's never different." "A troubled kid gets a hold of a gun, the ending is always the same." "I'm not troubled." "You almost killed another kid." "I don't even hear a hint of remorse in your voice." "Because I don't have any." "I'm proud of what I did, and I'd do it again." "So, you know what?" "Maybe the next time you're out on the town talking with people, you should tell them I said that." "Huh." "I hope she gets a good, long look on her way out." "All the California fire codes are in here..." "I think." "Want to test me?" "Oh." "No." "What?" "Cohen, come on." "I have to catch Taylor breaking a rule." "Otherwise, I have no shot at taking back this carnival." "Well, you know, you're not going to out-Taylor Taylor." "I mean, fire codes and regulations-- that's her bread and butter." "Well, what do you suggest?" "I suggest you find something that you're good at that she's not." "Hey, dude, you want to play?" "More in the mood for stewing." "I got it." "You should go talk to him." "Go talk to him." "SETH:" "You okay?" "Not really." "Look, I know this thing with the dean has you a little pissed off or a lot." "Was all I could do to keep from kicking that guy's ass." "I know how it feels." "Actually, I don't, but you don't do that kind of thing anymore, right?" "Sometimes, like right now, it seems like the best way to handle things." "I don't like where this is headed." "Yeah, well..." "Okay, well, listen." "I mean, even if you can't get Marissa back into school, all right, at least she's not going to jail." "It's not the end of the world." "Voila!" "$100,000." "Oh, thanks, but I don't think we're going to need it." "We don't?" "Marissa had a meeting with the dean yesterday." "Apparently, she showed him a side of herself she usually reserves for me." "Oh, it was that bad, huh?" "I don't think any amount of money is getting her back in that school." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Well, at least we found out now." "Saves us some money." "Actually..." "I could use this." "What?" "Well, you know, the landscaper, the pool guy, the gardener..." "I mean, none of them have been paid since Caleb died." "I'm afraid one of them's going to kill me in my sleep." "Okay, next, I've got your stations set up right here." "Summer." "You showed up, and, um, you brought a little friend." "Seth Cohen, is it?" "Present." "So, as I was saying..." "Uh, we had some ideas, so we came to help." "Oh, well, that's sweet, but we've got it under control." "Hmm." "All right." "Well, all right." "Gotta go." "TAYLOR:" "So, as I was saying..." "Hey, Ash." "Hmm?" "Um, what would you think about getting a chocolate fountain?" "That would be awesome." "Didn't Britney have one at her wedding?" "SUMMER:" "You know what?" "She did." "And, uh, Seth and I here rented one for tonight." "Well, sorry, Summer." "That's not really our carnival." "Well, it should be." "GIRL:" "Totally." "What else?" "Well, I was thinking, for food-- how 'bout, like, mini-burgers, mini-dim sum, maybe, like, mini-soups in little shot glasses." "SETH:" "Yeah." "SUMMER:" "How cute is that?" "Because mini is the new super-size." "So true." "We should also maybe cancel, uh, Shenanigans..." "What?" "I'm telling you, the Harbor Comedy Troupe's gotten way too political lately." "Ever since Tina Woo left, they are so not funny." "You know what-- and why are we raffling off a gas-guzzling SUV-- ugh-- from Taylor's dad's dealership-- when we could give away a Hybrid?" "GIRL:" "That's a great idea." "Air quality is so important." "I know." "We breathe it." "GIRL:" "Totally." "All right, you guys, so who is on board with my carnival?" "Hey, you must be Sandy Cohen." "Bit of a legend back at Suriak." "Thanks, Charlotte, and nice to meet you, too." "Kirsten's just up in the kitchen." "You left her unsupervised?" "Consider it therapy." "Boy, everything seems to be therapy nowadays-- cooking, holing yourself up in the woods..." "This place has been great for Kirsten." "What would be great for Kirsten is for her to be with her kids." "Look, Sandy, I know you don't know me, and I know this all seems a little weird, but I've been around this track a few times." "I'm not proud of that, but at least I've learned a few things." "And I know that the reason Kirsten was in rehab in the first place is 'cause she spent the better part of her life trying to be the perfect daughter." "So now if she tries to be the perfect mother and the perfect wife..." "She may never come home." "I'm so glad you're here." "Oh, I am, too." "Okay, who wants dinner?" "Hi." "Hey, why aren't you at the carnival?" "Because I was hoping I could get you to go with me." "Seth and Summer are there." "It'll be fun." "Or really depressing." "Look, um, about that..." "It's not over yet." "I'm going to talk to Sandy, maybe get him a copy of our testimonies." "Right." "If you're innocent of all the charges, then they're going to have to admit you shouldn't be punished, right?" "No." "No." "It's over." "I don't get it." "Why don't you want to fight this?" "Because I can't keep doing this, okay?" "Look, I appreciate everything you've done to help me, but maybe you've done enough." "Well, what is that supposed to mean?" "I don't need you to help me." "I don't need you to protect me." "I don't now, and I didn't then." "Oh, what, so this whole thing is my fault?" "Look, what happened was between me and Trey." "You didn't need to get in the middle of it." "So I was supposed to watch you die?" "I did what I did, and I'm prepared to face the consequences." "Yeah, well, there are consequences for me, too." "He was my brother." "Right." "And now, because of me, he's gone." "No, that's not what I mean." "Ryan..." "And the winner of the Toyota Highlander Hybrid is Jillian Flynn!" "I won!" "I won!" "All right, you won." "Cool." "Yeah." "GIRL:" "Hey, Summer." "Totally awesome carnival." "We love the mini-burgers." "And, high five for taking down Taylor." "Thanks, guys." "See you later." "Bye." "Have fun." "Hey... why the sad face?" "This is your Rudy moment." "I know, I just..." "I can't enjoy it, not without Coop." "No?" "No." "We're never going to go back to the way things were, are we?" "I don't know." "I mean, you worked too hard on this carnival to miss out on it." "I know, but, Cohen..." "All right, come on." "One mournful ride on the Tilt-a-Whirl is the least we could do." "I thought you'd be at the carnival." "Didn't really work out." "So I guess Marissa's expulsion hasn't been easy on you two, huh?" "Yeah." "I just wish there was something I could do." "So you want to fix this?" "The universal male instinct." "Happens to the best of us." "So, what, I'm supposed to sit here and do nothing?" "No, you need to go back... and just listen." "Just listen." "Trust me." "It works better than you think." "Um, could we... could we get another bottle of, uh, Dom Perignon?" "Mm." "Ah." "Okay, Daddy Warbucks." "What's the occasion?" "What, can't I take you out to a nice little dinner?" "Sure." "It's just that I thought we agreed that tonight was Taco Bell and Dancing With the Stars." "Well, I brought you here because I wanted to tell you that I... am never leaving this family again." "I lost you once, Julie, and I..." "I'm never going to let that happen again." "James..." "And, um... with that... in mind..." "My old ring." "Will you marry me, Julie?" "Again?" "Of course." "Want some company?" "Sure." "Sorry about before." "I know." "You know..." "I was always worried that I'd screw things up for myself here, get in trouble." "Ruin the chance the Cohens gave me." "And now I screwed things up for you." "Ryan..." "I'm not going to let getting kicked out of Harbor ruin my life, and I'm not even going to let it ruin my year." "Look..." "I know that we're not in school together anymore, but at least we still have this last year in Newport together." "I'm listening." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Oh!" "How you feeling?" "My stomach is far too Jewish for that ride, but I'm almost done spinning." "Summer." "Hi." "I just wanted to thank you for all your little touches on the carnival." "It's just... it's really sad that Marissa Cooper couldn't be here to see this." "Must be hard having your friend ostracized from school." "Okay, Taylor, number one," "Marissa was not ostra... whatever." "Ostracized." "Number two, she happens to be on her way right now." "Marissa's coming here?" "Oh, I'm not done yet." "And number three..." "Do we have a number three?" "Oh, yeah we do." "Number three:" "This is the best carnival this school has ever seen, and not just because I canceled Shenanigans." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Come on, Cohen." "I didn't know Marissa was coming." "Me neither." "Coop?" "Hey." "Hey." "Oh, I couldn't miss your first Kickoff Carnival." "Not bad, huh?" "I couldn't have done it better myself." "So, can I interest you in the Ferris wheel?" "Cool." "Mm." "What were you saying?" "Charlotte?" "Charlotte?" "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry." "Did I wake you?" "No, no, no, I was up." "What's the matter?" "Um..." "I haven't..." "I haven't been totally honest with you." "There's something I need to tell you." "I haven't yet, but I might." "It's okay." "What am I going to do when you're gone?" "I can't do this without you." "I saw you with Sandy, and I know how much you miss him... and you're going to leave soon, and what am I going to do?" "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me you're ready." "We're in this together." "Thank you." "Let's go to bed." "You'll feel better in the morning." "I'll be right behind you." "Okay, I'm nauseous again." "Ryan, I-I'm feeling queasy!" "Cohen, will you leave them alone?" "They're having a moment." "I just want to warn you in case that dim sum resurfaces, you're kind of in the line of fire." "You're getting good at this, aren't you?" "Eh... third year's a charm." "Look, I, uh, I know the last three years haven't exactly been perfect, and I know that this year's going to be even tougher, but... we just got to find our moments, you know?" "Well, I think we're having one now." "Ah." "Excuse me, Miss Cooper." "What do you think you're doing?" "Taylor Townsend." "She is Karl Rove!" "We're not on school property." "She's here as my guest." "This doesn't involve you, Ryan!" "I want you out of here right now!" "Fine, okay?" "I'm leaving." "No, no, you're not going anywhere." "Look, she worked on this carnival every year at Harbor." "Thanks for the trip down memory lane, but that is not my problem." "Now, get out of here!" "Ow!" "Hey, get your hands off of her!" "Another word, you're out of this school." "MARISSA:" "Get off of me!" "Hey, hey!" "Don't touch her!" "MARISSA:" "Ryan!" "Oh, my God!" "That's not good." "Well, this is my lucky day." "Here, I thought" "I was going to have to work to throw you out of this school... but you did it yourself." "Get out of here." "Either of you ever set foot near this school again," "I call the police."