Previously on The O.C. It's about your father.
He's dead.
She's taking it pretty hard, huh?
Get your hands off me!
Are you happy?
Your family requested that I be here today
to help them lead an intervention.
They are worried that you have an addiction to alcohol.
KIRSTEN: I'm so sorry
that I put you through this.
SUMMER: He attacked her, Seth,
but she didn't tell Ryan because...
Well, he has to know.
I'm gonna settle this with Trey once and for all.
( yelling )
Oh, my God, stop it. You're killing him.
( shot reverberates )
I got a gunshot wound, exited right clavicle,
punctured an artery.
He's still alive? Not for long.
RYAN: How could you?
I would have done anything for you.
TREY: Man, I was messed up. I was stoned.
We still have some more questions for you.
I'm gonna see if he's gonna be okay.
MARISSA: Trey, get off of him! He's not gonna die, right?
RYAN: It wasn't my idea, Trey. I didn't want to steal that car.
TREY: Yeah, well. Hey, man, I went away for it
and, you got the good life.
RYAN: You had to destroy it. You had to hurt her, huh?
Hey, it's my brother. Is he gonna be okay?
He'd be better if someone hadn't shot him. Wait, wait, please.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Jesus, what the hell happened to you?
I was in a fight.
Could someone look at this kid?!
You can look at him just as soon as we're done talking to him.
Ryan!
You discharged this weapon, ma'am.
Yes, I already...
Don't answer! Don't say anything!
( fuzzy ): You okay?
( echoing ): You all right?
( echoing ): Ryan?
Seth?
You okay?
( knocking )
Hey, man. Just wanted you to know that, uh...
You okay?
I just had the worst nightmare.
Yeah? I got some bad news.
It wasn't a dream. Yeah, yeah. I know.
Well, that lawyer guy's on his way over, so.
Yeah.
( piano and acoustic guitar strumming gentle melody )
* California, here we come
* Right back where we started from *
* California
* California... *
In your freshman year, Coop, if you'd have asked me
what we'd be doing the weekend before senior year,
I probably would have said a road trip to Rosarito
or Rush Week at SC meeting college boys...
And waiting to get charged with manslaughter?
Wouldn't have made the list.
Mm-mm.
You're gonna get through this, Coop.
You're innocent. You were saving Ryan's life.
Try explaining that to Ryan.
He understands why you did it.
He's not mad.
It's just like this weird,
horrible thing hanging over us,
like, the elephant in the room.
Or in the intensive care unit.
Before Trey, I never actually knew anyone in a coma.
Well, I mean, on The Valley, there's
someone in a coma like every week,
but I think they only do that so that
when the person wakes up another actor can play the part.
Unfortunately, if Trey wakes up, he's still gonna be Trey.
If he wakes up.
You got to admit, Coop, whatever happens,
Ryan facing off with Trey to avenge your honor--
God, that is so freaking hot.
In a mythic, Biblical, Samurai-Western kind of way.
I really wish that helped me sleep at night, Summer.
You're still not sleeping?
I shot someone, Summ,
and even if he lives, which is a big "if,"
I'm still going to have to live with that
for the rest of my life.
Oh, senior year.
Should be all-time.
Yeah.
Thanks a bunch, Sandy.
If a pot and a half isn't enough
to get you through the morning,
I can make some more.
That'd be great.
Sorry for the mess, it's been a little hectic.
Seth'll be right down.
And Mr. Atwood?
Getting dressed. The kids have been through a lot this summer,
with all this hanging over them, and now school is starting.
Which is why the D.A. wants to get moving.
We waited as long as we could
for the other Mr. Atwood to wake up, but...
we're getting a lot of calls from parents.
The D.A.'s under a lot of pressure to prosecute.
Except there's nothing to prosecute.
Marissa's protected under "the defense of others."
Of course, your boss may not find that very sexy.
Or true. The D.A.'s not looking to go after Marissa.
Ryan's innocent.
You got his statement at the scene, and hers.
Look at the record Ryan's got.
His history of violence, and Caleb Nichol's daughter's
the one blowing away ex-cons with a .45?
She saved Ryan's life.
What was he doing over at Trey's in the first place?
His brother tried to rape his girlfriend.
We've got cause.
Yeah, and you got witnesses.
The only people who saw the gun go off
were Mr. Atwood, Miss Cooper, and the other Mr. Atwood--
who may or may not wake up.
If you go after Ryan,
even if he's brought in on charges,
Social Services could take him away from us.
Which explains Miss Cooper's motivation to cover for him.
Mr. Atwood's got a lot more to lose.
Where is your wife anyway?
She's out of town.
My name is Kirsten and I'm an alcoholic.
GROUP: Hello, Kirsten.
Kirsten, your progress here at Suriak has been
truly wonderful to watch.
You're a model patient for everyone here.
Well, I don't know about that,
I mean, Shelly is definitely better
at poker. She's cleaned me out.
( people laughing )
But... being here
has given me the clarity to understand
why I turned to alcohol in the first place.
And do you feel comfortable
sharing with the group, uh... why that was?
Uh, sure.
I mean, we're all in this together.
I, uh, I guess it begins and ends with my dad.
He was...
an amazing man.
But controlling,
and... I realized that I was living
his life, not mine.
After my mother died, I did
everything I could to please him,
but I realized that no matter
how hard I worked or how hard I tried...
It was never enough.
I'm sorry.
No. No, it's true.
It wa never enough.
Became my mantra.
I was never a good enough wife-- or mom,
because I wasn't a good enough daughter.
The power that comes with that kind of difficult realization
will be invaluable
after you leave us.
Are you trying to get rid of me?
Well...
it sounds to me like Suriak's work is done.
You'll need to get a sponsor,
attend meetings,
but there's no reason you can't do that from your home.
Great.
Mr. Atwood,
do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth,
so help you God? I do.
Well, you won't mind if I record this deposition.
Sure, record it, release it on iTunes
I hope it's a really big hit.
Just answer the questions.
I've already answered all these questions.
I have nothing new to say.
Well, your previous statement came at the hospital.
It was traumatic. It's been a couple of months.
Maybe you remember things differently now.
I remember everything exactly as I told you.
Well, then you can tell me again.
I...
confronted Trey about what had happened,
and that's when he pulled the gun on me.
Then we called Marissa
to see if maybe she could stop Ryan.
And that's when Marissa saved my life.
You mean that's when Marissa shot Trey.
And you witnessed the shooting?
It was clear when we got there what had happened.
Just answer the question.
No, I did not, I did... I-I didn't shoot him.
Your fingerprints were on the gun.
Yeah, because I put the safety back on
to make sure it didn't go off again.
We weren't exactly thinking at the time.
So one final question.
What were you afraid was going to happen
between Ryan and his brother?
Why were you trying to stop him?
You went to Trey's that night
to kill your brother,
didn't you, Mr. Atwood?
( clicks off )
So what kind of food
do you think prosecutors like?
'Cause that's what's important here, Jimmy?
Okay. So does this look like the outfit
the mother of an innocent girl would wear?
Well, at least somebody has their priorities in order.
( sighs ) I just hope Marissa
listens to me and our attorney.
The last thing we need is her admitting to the DA
that she shot someone. Jules.
She already admitted it.
She wasn't in her right frame of mind
when she spoke to the police.
It's not like she's a trained assassin.
Uh-huh, so-so what's our story?
Trey shot himself in the back?
No, Jimmy. Be reasonable.
She's not gonna lie and say Ryan did it.
They already have her statement.
Nobody believes her.
They all think she's protecting him.
So you want Ryan to go away for this?
All I know is that before he moved to Newport,
our lives were a lot more normal, stable.
Uh-huh, so it's his fault
that I went bankrupt and nearly went to jail,
and you married Caleb Nichol
and later watched him drown in a pool, and Trey got shot.
Jimmy, not everything I say is meant literally.
I'm venting.
Look, I wish none of this ever happened, but it did.
And we have a chance to be a family again.
I don't want to lose that.
Look...put out some crudete and the Gouda.
I'll go see if Marissa's out of the shower.
SETH: Hey, are you decent?
I thought maybe you could
use a post-depo dip.
I just showered.
Hmm. A fair point then.
We'll stay away from aquatic activities,
something landlocked, maybe.
I'm gonna visit Trey.
I was gonna go with a movie.
This being the time when Hollywood dumps their
crappy would-be blockbusters, which we could mock
and thus feel better about ourselves.
You got the keys?
But... visiting your comatose brother
in the ICU, that's...
also an excellent way to relax and blow off steam,
so I'll drive. Awesome.
Oh, Mr. Caldwell, would you like some more lemonade?
Mr. Esbenshade?
Come on. It's okay
for a prosecutor and defense attorney
to have a glass of lemonade together.
We're all human beings here.
I'm not so sure about these guys.
Miss Cooper, I'm Deputy District Attorney Chris Caldwell.
I'll be conducting this deposition.
Hi. Uh, where do you want us to sit?
Actually, Miss Roberts can't be present.
We wouldn't want you influencing your testimony.
She knows what you know, which is the truth.
Which is what I already told you people.
Miss Roberts, if you could please wait inside.
Summer, we have HBO On Demand,
every season of Sex In The City.
Knock yourself out.
Marissa, it'll be okay. I'm just going to wait inside.
Look, I already told everybody everything.
I don't want to have to go through this again,
talk about all of it in front of all these strangers?
Marissa, I need to remind you
this deposition is binding.
Your testimony in court can't waver from what is said here.
I already told the truth, so what's the problem?
The problem, Miss Cooper, is that your testimony
lacks credibility.
Miss Roberts, please wait inside.
Come on, Summer.
Now, Miss Cooper,
I'm going to have to swear you in.
JULIE: It'll be okay, Marissa.
I kind of like him this way. He's a better listener.
Sorry. I get talkative around coma patients.
It's a compensation thing.
I'll give you guys a minute.
Wait just a...
Sorry, man, I don't even know why I came here.
That night I wanted to kill him.
Now I'd do anything to take it back.
Well, you can't blame yourself
and you can't change what happened.
Yeah, but I mean, Trey could have tried to make it work.
Living in town, I mean, I could of had my brother here.
Everything's screwed up
and he's the only family I got left.
That's not exactly true.
Okay, you have to say
that I still support the recent decision
in the wake of all the violence we've experienced
to ban any games with ninjas or guns.
Yeah, but...?
Well, it's just I don't understand any of the rules
to this "baseball" they call it.
You mean, America's pastime?
Feels like more of a fad to me, buddy.
I don't really see it catching on.
Sure.
You called Marissa and Summer, right?
They're with the Dark Lord Sauron
or whatever the D.A.'s name is.
Did that guy blink once during the deposition?
He didn't even have eyelids.
( phone ringing )
Hello?
I'm sorry. He's not in right now.
Can I take a message?
COMMENTATOR: Dallas McPherson will stand in. 0 for 2 thus far.
Okay, thank you.
That was the hospital. Trey woke up.
Kirsten, right?
Hi, I'm Charlotte Morgan.
I'm so sorry about interrupting you in group.
Oh, no, no, that's okay.
When I heard you talking, it was like you were describing my life.
Rich, dominating father, the high pressure.
Nothing was ever good enough.
Well, I'm just glad I didn't bore you.
It was amazing, I mean,
to hear someone on the same journey as me.
Well, obviously, you're a little further along.
I could never have admitted all that.
Well... You're so brave and honest.
I don't know about that, but thank you.
Do you want to maybe get coffee sometime?
We can talk trash about our dads.
Sure, I'd love to.
Okay.
Ah, that's my husband.
Oh, well, I don't want to take up any more of your time.
Bye. Bye.
Look at you.
So it exploded all over the kitchen?
Ah, the microwave mostly.
An entire jar of peanut butter?
We were trying to make peanut butter cookies
as a surprise for you.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
Well, it is a well-known science factoid
that metal plus heat equals...
Peanut butter everywhere.
And these are just a few of the lessons
we three struggling, handsome bachelors
are learning every week.
It sound like you have a reality series here.
Oh, I hope it's not a reality for too long.
So... you should be coming home any day now, right?
Just give me a heads up so I can make sure
the house is livable.
Yeah, I just have to sit down with Dr. Woodruff soon
and see what's going on.
See if I'm eligible.
( phone rings )
Ooh. Hey, Seth, I'm here with Mom.
Huh.
Well, thanks for calling.
I'll see you when I get back to the house.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. He says hi, that he misses you.
I better get going, get back to work.
Just let me know what the doctor says.
Yeah. All right.
Hey. So what's going on?
Trey's awake.
Oh, my God.
When did he...?
Couldn't have been too long. I just saw him.
You saw him?
Yeah, I've been up there a couple times, you know.
I didn't know.
Hey, I would have gone with you.
No, no, you shouldn't have to see him ever again.
I don't have the same choice.
Well, I mean, I guess now that he's awake,
he can tell the lawyers what really happened.
I mean, Trey got us into this mess.
Hopefully, he can get us out.
Yeah. Our future's in Trey's hands.
Come on. Seth and Summer are at the diner.
What do you mean it's going to take two months?
Caleb wrote a will. Just read it already.
It's much more difficult than that, Mrs. Cooper Nichol.
as you can see there's a lot of paperwork,
a number of different offshore accounts we haven't yet found.
Okay, well, you just take your sweet time, Mr. Frankel,
but understand this: we are paying a very high-priced defense attorney
to protect our daughter, and right now the meter's running.
I wish I could help.
I'm a grieving widow.
Clearly.
You've seen the will, haven't you, Joe?
Why don't you just tell us what's in it
and it'll be our little secret?
I can't do that.
It's our attorney, Julie.
Let's play hot-cold, hmm?
$2 million?
$7 million?
I have at least $3 million coming from my prenup.
You blinked. Does one blink mean yes?
Julie, the hospital called.
What? What did they say?
Okay, I have an idea.
Are you going to save Chrismukkah again?
'Cause I really enjoyed that last time.
We need to have some fun.
Fun?
Yeah. Look, we can't control the future, right?
So how do we deal? I mean, we can do what my stepmother does
and take lots of painkillers to number ourselves
from the reality that life is,
well, random, unfair and ultimately meaningless.
There's another option, right?
Or we can accept the fact that we can't worry
about what we can't control
and just enjoy the time that we have.
Trey's awake and school is starting soon.
who knows what's to come, right?
So this might be our last chance to have fun.
I like plan "B."
So what do we do?
Well, I have an idea,
but I'd have to ask my dad first.
Mr. Cooper's got a nice boat, huh?
Yeah, it's amazing what laundered money can buy.
You know, Cohen, with your two hands on the wheel
and the wind blowing through your hair,
you actually look kind of hot.
Let me guess, Summer.
You have a weakness for seamen?
Ew, Cohen! Yeah?
And then there's that.
Yeah? Oh.
Hey.
So, how you doing? You okay?
Yeah, I guess.
I mean, I don't know, to be honest.
Are we okay?
Yeah, sure.
Why wouldn't we be?
'Cause since that night,
we haven't really talked about it.
SETH: Hey,
knock it off. Listen,
get your mind off everything.
Who wants to go fishing?
Yeah, you guys do the hunting, we'll do the gathering.
Fishing. I like that idea, but we don't have any bait.
Oh. Yeah, wait. No, we have Summer.
Look at this little sardine.
No!
You guys, that's not funny.
Look at this little sardine.
Don't. No! No! Who wants to go...?
Stop, Ryan.
( girls squealing and laughing )
( girls squealing and giggling )
MARISSA: Well,
if this is as good as it gets for a while...
Yeah, it was pretty good.
Yeah, thanks for almost getting my bathing suit wet, Cohen.
My pleasure.
( mocking Summer ): Cohen,
I can't believe that you did that, Cohen.
( laughter )
JULIE: I'm looking for Trey Atwood.
I'm sorry.
Visiting hours ended a while ago.
Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?
I'm Julie Cooper-Nichol,
as in the Nichol wing of this hospital
which we're both standing in.
Oh. Hello, Mrs. Cooper-Nichol.
My husband was very philanthropic.
Hospitals were his favorite charity--
especially making sure nurses and orderlies
were compensated for their hard work.
I would hate to see his passion fall by the wayside.
( startled audible breath )
Hello, Trey.
I've been wanting to talk to you.
Uh...
Oh, no, no-- no pleasantries.
Look at you,
lying there all helpless.
Unable to stop me from doing whatever
I wanted to.
Kind of like the night you tried to rape my daughter.
I'm sorry.
Well, you should be, you son of a bitch.
Which is why you're going to help me.
In exchange, I'm prepared to compensate you.
How does $20,000 sound?
( scoffing )
What... do you want?
Three simple words.
Repeat after me, Trey.
Ryan shot me.
Trey...
( audible swallow and soft, mirthless chuckle )
"Ryan...
shot me."
( scoffs softly )
SETH: Okay, so,
I know Teen Wolf
is not a realistic movie.
We're going out on a limb here, but yeah.
Well... I mean,
how does being a werewolf
make you a better basketball player?
Can't argue that one.
SANDY: Hey, fellas, you mind shutting off the TV?
Trey talked to the police this morning,
and he confirmed their suspicion that it was you who shot him.
Well, that's a total lie.
SANDY: Now, the D.A.'s office gave me a heads-up.
They're going to be issuing a warrant for your arrest in a few hours.
We're going to figure this thing out.
But I need to know
that you are telling me everything that happened.
What difference does it make?
You're going to fix this, right?
A little early for champagne, don't you think?
I'm making mimosas-- they're breakfast-appropriate.
Besides, we should celebrate.
Celebrate the fact that Marissa's boyfriend
is getting arrested?
No, the fact that Marissa isn't.
You know, Julie, it's just a little too convenient.
Trey wakes up and immediately points the finger at Ryan?
Well, sometimes, Jimmy--
and I know you don't have that much experience with this--
but... things work out.
You know, even if Marissa was accused, she wouldn't go to jail.
She also wouldn't be going to college.
Forget what the law says
about just cause in defense of others.
How's it going to look on her college application
under extracurriculars-- "Shoots blue collar thugs"?
Look, I don't want Marissa to suffer either, but Ryan...
Ryan's die was cast
long before he moved into the Cohen pool house.
Look, Jimmy, let's just put this to bed.
We'll collect on Caleb's will,
and we'll go back to being a normal, happy family.
MARISSA: Hey, what's for breakfast?
JIMMY: Hey, kiddo, what are you doing up?
I can't sleep.
Oh. Well, I have news
that's very good for us.
It's just... not so good for Ryan.
SETH: Well, I know he wants to be left alone.
We have to do something.
Should we bring him a snack? What does Ryan eat?
Dry cereal from a box and black coffee.
Huh.
Well, maybe we could get him something, like a gift.
Sure. Money's no object.
Okay. What does Ryan like?
Hmm.
Any favorite movies, hobbies?
Cohen, he's your best friend.
Hey, you've known him as long as me.
I don't hear you throwing out any gems.
Well, we can't just
leave him alone in there, it's just terrible.
I know, but who even knows what to say to him?
He's never been arrested before...
for attempted murder.
Where is he?
Uh, he's not really seeing visitors right now.
We're kind of giving him his space.
( sarcastic sigh )
This should go well.
Right behind you, Coop.
Hey.
Hoodie, wife-beater, leather jacket.
That's the Ryan Atwood escapist ensemble.
That's right, doesn't matter what I say.
No one's going to believe me-- not anymore.
Dude, you're not running away.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
No, No, you're not.
You're sailing...
and we're coming with you.
Yes.
Since apparently there's boats involved, which is my forte.
Totally. We all go down together.
Thanks.
Well, so, how was your visit with your husband?
He excited you're coming home?
Yes, he is.
Didn't tell him you're not
ready yet, huh?
Been there.
Well, if Dr. Woodruff says I'm ready,
I must be ready. Yeah, but Dr. Woodruff
ain't going to be in your kitchen at 3:00 a.m.
when you're rooting around in the spice rack
for anything with alcohol,
and start pounding vanilla extract.
Oh, God, I'm-I'm... I'm sorry.
Is that what happened to you?
It was cough syrup.
That's my biggest fear-- that I'm not ready.
And I'm not going back to my husband and my boys
until I know that I'll never let them down again.
Look, can I give you some advice?
It's not a race.
Take all the time you need.
Hello.
I'm back.
We're looking for Ryan Atwood.
You're a little late, I'm afraid.
Nope, she's not here, either.
And she left for your house hours ago, Sandy.
You don't think they'd try anything, do you?
What's going on?
The cops are at Sandy's house, the kids are gone.
We don't know where they went.
SUMMER: You don't think your dad will miss the boat?
MARISSA: Well, he of all people will understand.
But we got to hurry.
SETH: Let's go.
RYAN: Hey, man, how long is it to Catalina?
About four hours, then from there,
we can go wherever you want-- Mexico, Hawaii.
Hey, look, guys, I got to say...
you can get in a lot of trouble for this, so if you want
to back out... Are you kidding?
This is a great excuse to skip school.
It's just until we can get Trey to change his story.
( tires squealing )
Glad to see the jumpsuit still fits.
Well, kid, for someone
who's innocent, you done a hell of a job to look guilty.
I'm glad to see you're here to make me feel better.
No, I'm here to tell you the truth,
as your lawyer and your guardian.
The only person who runs is somebody who's got something to hide.
Or who has no choice.
I see how these cops and lawyers look at me.
My record, my family...
And you know I'm right.
This isn't over.
The arraignment's set for tomorrow.
We're going to fight this.
Trey could still change his mind.
Yeah.
How's that gonna happen?
I haven't worn this candy stripers outfit
since, like, the tenth grade.
Well, maybe we should start volunteering again. It's good for charity.
Nothing against you guys wearing these uniforms, 'cause I'm not.
But doesn't this plan seem a little light-hearted,
given the nature of the predicament?
Cohen, you're not even part of the plan.
We're letting you push a cart.
Okay, Summ, you're on.
Hey, Denise!
How are you?!
Summer Roberts.
I haven't seen you in years.
Where you been?
Oh, I love helping sick people.
It's just, they kept making me sick.
So, I've been reassigned to gunshot victims,
because you can't catch one of those.
Well, glad to have you back.
Who do you want to see?
( knock at door )
I don't want to speak to anyone else.
Hey, did you hear what I...?
Did you, uh... come to finish the job?
So, you do remember it was me who shot you.
( coughs )
I'm trying to protect you.
Protect me?
By blaming Ryan?
I'm sorry, Marissa...
for... for everything.
I...
I just didn't know how to make it right, and...
and she offered me a way out.
Who did?
Your mom.
Look, Trey...
if you want to make it right,
then there's only one thing for you to do.
Hey, Jimmy.
Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.
Sure. Sorry to hear about Ryan.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I've been trying to figure out
why Trey would try to frame Ryan.
I know the kid's not going to be sainted
anytime soon, but... still.
The only thing I can figure--
somebody paid him.
But who would sink that low?
Only one name came to mind.
And you didn't try to stop her.
Look, I-I found out about it too late.
There was nothing I could do.
Come on, Jimmy, at some point, you got to do the right thing.
You've got to understand what I'm dealing with.
Put yourself in my shoes.
In your shoes?
I got a wife in rehab
who doesn't want to come home,
and a kid who's been locked up for something he didn't do.
Your shoes are looking pretty good right now.
Look, I-I get it, I get it.
I'm trying to protect my family, too.
Right.
Because family means so much to you.
What's that supposed to mean?
That means what are you doing back in Newport?
Caleb dies, boom, suddenly you show up.
( phone ringing )
Grand Central Station.
Hello?
Okay.
Thank you.
Wait till Julie hears this.
Hey, sweetie.
Uh, I'm still learning how to do the wash,
so whatever no longer fits,
we'll just send it to your sister.
I know what you did.
What do you mean?
What's this?
A copy of Trey's confession.
Saying that if I didn't shoot him,
he would have killed his brother.
The police have one, too.
Do you know what you've done?
I'm not going to jail.
But where are you going to go, Marissa, huh?
You know how small this town is. This will get out.
What, that I saved my boyfriend's life?
That you shot someone.
When there's a scandal, no one cares about the details.
All you care about
is what people in Newport think of us--
of you.
You know, I don't need you to protect me.
I need you to stay out of my life.
What happened?
You have a hell of a girlfriend.
And if you two get married,
you'll have a hell of a mother-in-law,
but you're free.
There's something I got to do.
Thanks.
( sighing )
Are you okay?
Yeah.
This one time when we were kids,
Trey got in this big fight with my mom
and her boyfriend of the day, and...
he ran away.
And I stayed up all night waiting for him,
wondering where he went.
It was always me and Trey against the world.
How would I make it without him?
Now here I am again... alone,
wondering where he went.
Hey, look, you're not alone this time.
I know, I know.
I really want to put this behind us.
So do I, but...
I mean, can we?
I hope so.
Okay.