Previously on The O.C.: Daddy!
Her dad beat up my dad at my debutante ball.
Can't blame Holly. I know Jimmy. I've heard.
He still has your prom photo up on our wall.
What do you want? A divorce.
I never should've broken up with you.
I don't know what to do. Tell me you've made up your mind.
You chose Luke, huh? Chino didn't stand a chance.
(door opening)
Let's go.
You're too late.
The plan is undeniable. I'm denying it.
We have my mom's Range Rover,
we've a perfectly alibi, I go to this comic book convention,
and we also have my entire life of never doing anything wrong,
which lulls my parents into a false sense of trust.
And you want to throw all that away
for Summer in a wet T-shirt doing body shots?
I'm sorry. I thought that was a rhetorical question.
Yes, Ryan. Yes.
On the last weekend before school, one goes to Tijuana.
It is tradition, and it is a rite of passage.
And you know what else?
What happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico.
What happens in Mexico?
I don't know because it stays there. That's why we must go.
Eh, I don't know about lying to your parents.
Okay, I can respect that. I will lie to them.
Why can't we just go to Comic-Con?
Okay, Comic-Con is basically a bunch of pathetic virgins
ogling some porn star dressed as Catwoman.
I thought you went every year.
Listen, Tijuana's a big town.
I'm sure you won't even see Marissa.
I don't care about seeing Marissa or not seeing Marissa.
Okay, so you should have no problem coming to Mexico. Right?
Well, won't you be hanging out with Summer?
No, 'cause she'll probably be shacked up with Luke.
Yeah, I'm sorry. That's probably a bit painful.
Hey, fellas.
You all excited about Comic-Con?
Seth's been going since he was ten.
It's the highlight of his year.
Thanks. "Highlight" is a bit overstating it.
Check you out. Big pimping.
I got a meeting with a private law firm.
Are you suing one of their clients?
It's a job interview. Which he'll never take.
They like to flatter him once in a while.
Yeah, I go for the free meal.
But, you're still going to be a public defender, right?
After 15 years? There's no way he's selling out.
Well, it'd have to be one hell of a free meal.
And that's what they call a callback in comedy, Ryan.
So how soon until you two are leaving on your trip?
I don't know. How soon?
Tomorrow. Hmm. Don't you mean... manana?
(piano and acoustic guitar)
* California, here we come
* Right back where we started from *
* California
* California...
* Here we come
* Oh
Looks good.
I don't wear hats.
Ryan, you mean sombrero.
You really need to brush up on your Spanish.
There's over 500 useful phrases.
"May I please see a lady's worsted nylon bathing suit?"
Yeah. Well, did you know that one?
What's this? An itinerary for our trip.
Seth, it's 12 pages long. We're going for two days.
If you're going to get over Marissa,
somebody needs activities.
I don't need to get over Marissa. I'm over Marissa.
Ryan... Ryan. Look at me.
This is me here, okay? Amigo.
Now, I know you're hurting,
and I think you need to unburden your soul.
Anytime, I'm here to help. My soul is fine.
Marissa and me...
It just... I don't know. It never would have worked.
No kidding. It is so much better this way.
He's all, like, brooding, wounded,
"Somebody save me." I thought you liked that.
It is too hot to save anyone.
Speaking of hot, I can't believe you and Luke--
that you guys did it.
You've to tell me everything. I've been waiting for this.
You have? You've seen it before?
Come on. Touched it?
Summer! It's a sacred act between two people.
It was a letdown, right? Kind of hurt. Totally awkward.
It's not like I have anything to compare to.
So, do it again. It is way better the second time.
Well, I'm supposed to go over to his place this afternoon.
Trust me, Coop.
Get back on that horse.
You got to giddyap!
Shh! My dad's home.
Well, you're right. I don't understand.
You promised me the apartment would be ready tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm moving out this weekend.
I don't...
Where am I suppose to stay?
Yeah, well, you know, you don't have to apologize.
I just, you know...
Alright, you know what? Thank you. Forget it.
Yeah. Bye.
(sighs)
Dad? Hey. Hi, girls.
Hey. So, Summer and I are going to go...
Oh, right, you're going to, um...
Palms Springs, yeah.
Um, we're not leaving until tomorrow.
For Tijuana? Oh, right, right, yeah.
That's, yeah, I meant to...
You okay? 'Cause, I was going to go over to Luke's,
but if you want, I could...
Oh, no, no, I'm fine, sweetie. Yeah, go to Luke's.
Luke's great. Isn't he, Summer?
He's-he's-he's a, he's a good kid.
Sure.
Anyway, I-I-I-I-I, I, um... I got to, you know...
Right, I know, yeah. Okay.
Alright. Bye.
See you. See you.
(doorbell rings)
Hey. Hey.
Is, uh, now a bad time?
I don't know why you didn't come to me in the first place.
I, uh... I'll call my Realtor, Gloria.
I'm sure she'll be able to help you find something.
Thanks, yeah, really, thank you.
So...
how'd the girls take the news?
Uh, well, uh, Julie and I decided to...
to table that conversation until Monday.
You haven't told them yet?
Well, Julie's at her mom's with Kaitlin,
and Marissa's going to Mexico this weekend,
so we just thought it would be easier
and cleaner if we did it that way.
They come back, I'm gone, and then we tell them.
I'm not so sure about this.
Well, uh, neither am I,
but, uh, the thought of having them watch me...
move out...
And, uh, it's hard enough as it is.
I never thought I'd be that guy that...
(sighs)
that divorced guy.
I can't wait to go to Tijuana.
It's going to be so romantic.
It's kind of gross there.
So what? We won't leave the hotel room.
I don't know.
It'll be way better the second time.
No, I mean, I don't know about Mexico. TJ.
I don't think I'm going to go.
I feel like my dad's having a meltdown.
You're thinking about your dad right now?
Come on, babe.
I don't know if I can leave him alone.
Marissa, he's, like, 40.
Look, we can go to Mexico whenever.
I feel like I should be with him right now.
Okay, fine.
I got to go meet the guys anyway.
Psst!
Is she looking at me?
Still no. You know what she's doing?
And it's textbook. She's playing me hot and cold.
Trying to pretend like our little kiss didn't happen.
There were no witnesses. I didn't see anything.
Maybe I'll just have to make magic happen again, won't I?
Mmm.
Hey.
How you been? I haven't seen you in a while.
Yeah, the last time I saw you, you kind of had your hands full.
SUMMER: Coop! Come on.
Well, don't let me keep you.
I won't.
Fine. Uh-huh. Okay. Later.
Hey, Coop.
Hey, Hol.
You don't make those freshmen
watch a real donkey show, do you?
(laughing)
WOMAN: Sandy Cohen.
How'd you get past security?
How are you, Rachel? Hi.
Well, you look great.
God, being a slave for the Man agrees with you.
Six seconds until the first insult. You're getting soft.
Still surfing? Every morning.
Helps me keep a clear mind.
That, and not working in a joint like this.
Yeah, decent hours, appropriate compensation.
I don't know how I ever left the DA's office.
If I remember correctly, it's 'cause you kept losing
to this roguish, brilliant...
Conceited. That's right. It was me.
Mm-hmm.
So what do the folks at Partridge, Savage and Kahn
want with a lowly PD? I gotta tell you,
you made some noise with that Jimmy Cooper case.
Oh, I didn't do anything.
You still got your work cut out for you,
but heading the Feds off at the pass,
negotiating a restitution deal,
calling in a high-powered securities attorney
in the span of a weekend... God, I am impressive.
And conceited.
So you keep saying.
Truth be told, no one was gonna touch that guy.
The fact that you did made the partners think,
made me think.
Is Sandy Cohen really ready to come down off his high horse?
Is he finally tired of being a martyr?
Geez, I was just hoping for a free meal.
Sorry to disappoint you.
All you're getting is a really good sales pitch.
Sounds delicious.
(song playing)
What are you, uh...?
Shh.
Eavesdropping, Ryan.
I hear like a wolf.
What do you mean you're not going?
I just...
I don't know, Sum. I can't.
SUMMER: How am I supposed to get there?
The guys are going down tonight for that stupid freshmen hazing.
Holly's car is full.
I'm sorry.
I'm totally stranded.
What happens in Mexico, you know, stays in Mexico.
Holly, I can't.
Me and Marissa-- we're back together.
I give it a week.
You'll miss me.
Hey, come on, babe.
Let's get you out of here before the road trip starts.
(sighs)
Hello, Summer.
Seth Cohen,
I believe you remember.
Nothing?
Um, I heard you needed a ride tomorrow.
SANDY: You have all our numbers?
SETH: Yes, Dad,
I remember our phone number. Did you bring enough water? Huh?
Extra batteries? Some air in the tires? Gas in the tank?
It's amazing I turned out so normal.
Hey.
Let me get that.
(grunting)
Hey, Summer. Sandy Cohen, I'm Seth's dad.
I had no idea you were into comic books.
Comic books? Ew!
She goes for the anime. Anime.
I'm going to go say bye to Coop. Don't touch my stuff.
This is going to be awesome.
She's hot stuff, son.
And now it's ruined.
MARISSA: I told you, I can't go.
C'mon, I got us a ride. Grab some stuff and let's go.
Hey. Hey.
What're you guys still doing here?
I thought I'd stay home this weekend.
What? Why? I thought you were looking forward to this trip.
Well, I was, but, you know,
I thought we could spend some time together.
Well... we can't. I'm sorry.
I thought you were going, so I, I, uh, I made other plans.
I was. I just...
I mean, are you sure?
Because I thought maybe we could...
Marissa, please, come on.
I can't take care of both of us.
Okay.
I'll go pack my stuff.
Coop.
So who's going with us? You'll see.
Great news. I got Coop to come along.
Oh.
SUMMER: Vamanos.
We're going to TJ!
I can't believe you convinced me to do this.
I could have brought somebody in.
Where's the fun in that?
Only took us a couple of hours to paint my dorm room.
Your dorm room was the size of a prison cell.
Well, you may be painting one of those as well.
Sorry.
Listen, thank you so much.
The thought of being home
when Julie and the kids come back...
You haven't told them yet. Well... not exactly.
I-I was going to tell Marissa, but then it just seemed...
impossibly... hard. Because it is.
Jimmy, Marissa's not a little girl anymore,
and if she comes home and finds you gone,
she'll never forgive you.
Call her.
She'll still love you.
I promise.
SUMMER: We should be there in, like, three hours?
SETH: The GPS says the ETA's three and a half.
Well, that's because someone drives like an old woman.
I'm going 70 in a 65 zone.
80 is the new 70.
What?
Who talks like that?
Who gets passed by a van full of nuns?
Oh, wait, who? Cohen does.
They have God on their side. I'm not gonna beat Jesus.
I'm gonna call Holly and see how far ahead of us they are.
And she's a girl.
That's weirdly insulting to your own gender.
Not as insulting as it is to you.
Point taken.
No. Thanks.
SUMMER: I'll take it.
I'm so dehydrated.
What is up with the AC?
My hair is frizzing out. I look like Howard Stern.
See, strangely, I feel like my Jewfro
benefits from this climate.
You're Jewish? Yes.
That's why I feel so comfortable in this desert heat.
God, this is a nightmare.
I'm sweating to death, driving ten miles an hour,
on, like, a rickshaw, listening to this... music.
Hey. Do not insult Death Cab.
It's, like, one guitar and a whole lot of complaining.
Reminds me of someone else who's doing
a lot of complaining, Summer: you.
Listen to me: I'm driving this vehicle, and I'm gonna drive
at the speed that I feel comfortable, okay?
It's my music, it is my snacks...
Kudos and Goldfish? What are you, eight?
Say goodbye to Summer. What're you doing?
Leaving you on the roadside. No, you're not.
Let go of the... Don't touch the wheel!
Stop it! Hey, let go of the...!
(all shouting)
(tires screeching)
(sighs)
Ew!
It's not exactly the Honeymoon Suite.
MARISSA: Yeah, it's only for one night, until the axle's fixed.
I've stayed in worse. That's nothing to brag about.
Sweet!
Do we have to pay extra for the pubes?
This is so gross. You guys, I cannot stay here.
Well, unless you feel like hitchhiking again...
No, thank you.
I've spent enough time in a truck full of chickens.
We're lucky that guy stopped for us.
We'd be even luckier if Cole Trickle here
hadn't driven us off the road.
Who the hell is Cole Trickle? Tom Cruise? Days of Thunder?
Can we try to be positive here?
Okay. I'm positive that this is Summer's fault.
I'm positive I'm leaving this place with a rash.
Oh, so you're planning on making some extra money tonight.
(Summer scoffs)
(Summer gasps)
Ew! This bathroom is so...
ew!
(door closes)
SANDY: Hello.
Hey. Hi. Hey, what happened to you?
You were finger-painting in the backyard?
No, I was at Jimmy's helping him paint his new living room.
Julie kicked him out? Mmm.
Is that okay that I'm helping him?
Yeah, I guess, with everything he's been going through...
Honey!
You shouldn't have!
I didn't. It washed up about an hour ago.
Who's Rachel?
She works at the law firm I met with yesterday.
The meeting must've gone well. You never said.
They're sending you gifts. You must've let them down easy.
In a private practice
Could do more pro bono work than I do now.
Sandy...
you're not seriously considering taking this job, are you?
The salary they offered me-- it's-it's outrageous.
Since when have you ever been swayed by a paycheck?
This family has all the money it needs.
Yeah, except, it's your money.
It's our money. Not really.
Unless you wanna buy the Lakers or a Caribbean island.
No, hon, it's not about buying stuff--
although, you know, Aruba would be nice.
It's about contributing. And I have an opportunity here.
Yeah, to work for people that you hate.
You're always referring to those places as evil empires
controlled by corporate interests owned by the Man.
I tend to be hyperbolic. You know, goes with the territory.
The PD office is your life.
I don't wanna see you give that up
so you can buy groceries the next week.
Don't belittle this.
I think balance is important. You don't think we have balance?
No, we don't. You've the money. And you have all the ideals.
You like that I don't make a lot of money. What?
That's what makes us different from all these other families.
Oh! All these other women you never wanted to be,
married to their investment bankers and their CEOs.
As long as I haven't sold out,
you haven't sold out. That's not true.
Aw, come on, face it: the only thing
that keeps you from feeling like Julie Cooper is me.
But, hey...
it's just an offer.
RYAN: So...I have to pick wisely-- Ding Dongs or cheese sticks?
I don't care. Pick whatever.
I-I don't care, either, so...
So I guess we'll just starve.
Are you ever going to stop being mad at me?
I'm not mad at you. Right.
Well, why would I be mad at you?
Because you walked in on me with another girl?
Actually, I think she was a woman,
but why would I care about that?
I don't know. It shouldn't be a problem.
There's no problem.
So...Ding Dongs or cheese sticks?
I don't care, Ryan.
I don't care about cheese sticks, or about Ding Dongs,
I really don't care that I walked in on you
with some girl... or...woman.
Whatever.
Only reason I was with her was 'cause you were clearly back with Luke.
I was not back with Luke.
Well, you are now, right? Right.
Good. Great.
We'll get to Mexico, split up, and never have to talk again.
Sounds like a plan.
By the way, you could've knocked first.
Did you ever wonder why I came to the pool house to find you?
Every day.
Here's your chance. Clear the air. Tell me.
Cheese sticks. I hate Ding Dongs.
SETH: Hey, static. That's awesome.
(door opens)
What are you doing? Almost watching TV.
This is either... SpongeBob SquarePants or...JAG.
The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner it'll be morning,
and this nightmare will be over.
I'm not sleeping on that couch.
It's stained and smells foul. You sleep there.
After you've made it sound so appealing? Have fun. Good night.
Come on. Get off the bed. Nope.
Be, like, a gentleman. Chivalry's dead, sugar.
(sighs)
You make a move, I rip out your jugular.
Oh, hey, pillow talk.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello.
Oh, hey, Dad.
Hey, you got a minute, kiddo?
Uh, yeah.
Is everything okay? Uh, well...
no, uh, not-not-not exactly.
Well, what is it?
This isn't a very easy thing to say.
When you get home, uh...
I'm not going to be there.
Your mom and I are, uh...
You're getting a divorce.
I just can't believe you're telling me this
over the phone.
I was going to tell you before you left,
but, then, I knew you'd stay, and...
I just couldn't let you watch me pack up my life...
Uh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, kiddo.
(sighs)
I don't want to ruin your whole trip.
I mean, it's good... it's good that you went.
I can sleep on the floor. No, it's okay.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Sorry. I didn't mean to, uh...
I know.
You want to go home?
I just...
I think I want to stay here.
I'm going to go take a shower.
(slurping)
(clears throat)
So, Tijuana.
Yeah.
Think we should have woke Ryan and Marissa?
No. They look so cute together.
Vomit.
Hey, that's a real sentimental streak you got there, Summer.
Trouser it, Cohen.
It's too early for your so-called comedy.
You enjoy my comedy.
You know what else I think you enjoy?
Me.
Well, that's because you're mentally unstable.
Be that as it may, the facts speak for themselves.
Might I remind you of something that I like to call
"The time you kissed me at my grandfather's birthday party."
What are you talking about?
I know that denial is a very powerful coping mechanism,
but it's time we paid lip serve to our lip service.
Two words: no tongue.
Well, you did agree to take this trip with me down Mexico way.
I needed a ride. We shared the same bed.
I wasn't going to sleep on that couch. It smelt like eggs.
You ate my toast, Summer. I like crust, Seth.
Face it: our chemistry is undeniable.
You know what else is undeniable?
What?
The pain this fork is gonna cause when I jam it in your eye!
I suffer from rage blackouts.
I'm going to get the check.
(snaps fingers)
Where's Coop? In the shower.
Hope she's wearing shower shoes.
Brought you some breakfast.
The chariots are prepared out front. You ready to go?
I'm not sure we're going. What?
Um...
Marissa's dad called. It's some bad news.
What's going on?
They're getting divorced.
Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.
Whatever you want to do, Coop.
But if I may, speaking as a child of divorce,
you do not want to be home right now.
And this is our last chance for freedom.
We get back to Newport and it's, like, school and reality.
Let's go to TJ, have fun.
Life will suck soon enough.
She might
actually be right.
There's a first time for everything.
Rage blackouts. Got it. I'll be in the car.
Let's go to TJ.
I still don't understand why we needed to get two rooms.
I'm going to leave you my key in case you get lonely.
Or if I wanna smother you with a pillow while you're asleep.
Whatever turns you on.
So everyone's probably at Boom-Boom.
Let me run into the pharmacy.
You can get whatever without a prescription.
I need to make a pit stop for my stepmom.
She's taken all the painkillers available in Orange County.
I should probably pop in and pick up an antihistamine--
allergies.
You know, you don't have to come with us if you don't want.
'Cause I'm going to go to find Luke.
It's okay, really. That's fine.
SANDY: Hey, where are the partners? Oh, right,
I forgot. Vampires hate the sunlight.
They didn't want to appear desperate.
So they sent you, huh? Mm-hmm.
Desperation's always been your strong suit.
And yours is...?
I'm drawing a blank here.
(/chuckles/)
Look, the partners are pulling the offer
first thing in the morning unless they hear from you.
Tell 'em thank you for the surfboard,
although it did kind of freak my wife out.
You had her believing I'm considering this job.
Which you are. Nah.
As much as I'd like to flatter myself,
and think you're here for the sparkling banter and crab cakes,
I know you're interested. It's not happening, Rachel.
I've been in the PD's office my whole life. It's what I do.
And I'm giving you a platform to do it better.
The sand dabs are great here.
Don't you want to see what would happen if you tested yourself?
Not just against one more overworked, underpaid ADA?
I always loved beating you.
You know why? Why?
'Cause I was excellent.
Which is why I left. I wanted to do more.
And so do you.
Clock's ticking.
Sand dabs, huh? Yep.
Of course, she would be.
But telling her... you're totally right.
It'll take a while.
It's going to take us all a while
to get used to this.
My swinging new bachelor pad.
This is the first time I've ever really been a bachelor.
I went from you to Julie, and the rest is...
Let me ask you something.
You ever have any doubts
about you and Sandy?
We have our issues.
Ever think what it would be like if you and I had ended up?
Sometimes.
Ah, finished.
Whoa! Oh.
(chuckles)
Um...
um...
Mmm... uh...
I shou... I should go.
Yeah, I'm sorry. That was totally...
That was wrong of me. I'm sorry.
Look, just 'cause my marriage is falling apart
doesn't mean I should try to bring yours down.
I'm going to go. Okay. I'm sorry.
I...
(sighs)
(loud music playing)
Come on, Luke. Back that ass up.
No, that's cool. Marissa's not even coming.
Come on. I love this song.
I love authentic Mexican culture.
What are you doing?
I didn't know.I'm sorry. How could you?
What? That you got caught?!
Don't ever talk to me again.
You are such a bitch.
He hooks up with everyone. Shut up!
Freshman girls, girls from Mater Dei,
girls from UCI. Is that true?
Marissa, everyone knows.
Everyone!
Now you do, too.
You are so mean. Summer, I am honest.
SETH: Whoa, whoa...
Her parents are getting divorced, you stupid... slut!
SETH: Walk away, Holly. She suffers from rage blackouts.
Let her go. This isn't about you.
It is now. Get out of my way.
You don't deserve her.
(grunts)
GUY: What's up, man?
(/grunts/)
I'll go check the hotel. We'll check the streets.
(sighs) Call me if you find her.
(sighs) Thank God. Coop...
I slept with him.
I know, sweetie.
I got to call Ryan and Seth. No. I don't want to see them.
I'm just...
I'm so embarrassed.
It's okay.
It's just...
We'll go home.
I can't go home.
My dad'll be gone.
My mom's going to be back. I have...
I have no one.
Come on, Coop.
Let's get out of here.
Here.
I'll grab our stuff.
Hey, it's me. Hey.
I found her. You did.
She's at the hotel.
You guys need to get here fast. Okay.
Hey, Coop, you want to get some dinner?
What are you in the mood for?
Coop?
Coop!
(/sighs/)
Hey. Bad news.
She's gone. What?
And so are my stepmom's painkillers.
Should we split up?
No, let's stick together. Come on.
Hey. Hey.
How'd it go with the suits?
You know... okay.
I can't believe summer's over. Oh, I know.
Feels like it goes faster and faster every year.
So... if I did take this job...
You've already taken it.
Haven't you?
I can still get out of it if you want me to.
To a new season.
Coop!
(coughing)
(panting)
Hey, honey, come on. Let me carry you.
Come on. Wake up.
(acoustic guitar)
* Still
* Falling
* Breathless and old
* Again
* I could feel my eyes
* Turning into dust
* Into strangers
* Turning into dust