The O.C. (2003) s02e12 Episode Script

Previously on The O.
C Do you have another shirt I can borrow? I've had just about enough out of you.
That's too bad 'cause|I'm just getting started.
You almost kissed Cohen? It was not an almost kiss.
It was a nose graze.
I just talked to the guy at Wildstorm.
I set up a meeting.
|We're going to San Diego.
Sandy, I've got|a couple of strokes Rebecca Bloom - You're still in love with her.
|- She's dead.
How'd she take the news about my return? I haven't told her yet.
I don't want her to be|considered an accomplice.
Sandy, is that you? Rebecca? Ryan, I had no idea you felt this way.
Don't look at me,|they were here when I came in.
Hey, you do realize Valentine's Day|is tomorrow, right? Yeah, well, we're starting|a little earlier this year.
Your mother deserves|an extra long holiday with your grandfather in the hospital.
And with you burning|the midnight oil as much as you have.
Why don't you guys give me a hand, huh? The rest of the flowers|are out in the car.
You've got more flowers? There's such a thing as overkill.
Man, your parents are pretty|hard core about Valentine's Day.
I just hope I survive|this hateful holiday.
Mm, still broken up|over the Alex breakup? Nope, it's emotional child's play compared|to what we're dealing with now, Ryan.
Summer's back.
Yeah, and I don't want it|to be, believe me.
But apparently the universe|has other plans for us.
The universe is involved now.
Why else would I be forced to go to San|Diego with her on the one-year anniversary of our sexual tête-à-tête|or pas de deux, if you will.
As long as it's not a menage a trois, since you will be going to San Diego|with Zach, her boyfriend.
Yeah, and my friend.
Dude, I don't want to go|to San Diego, okay? I don't want to go|anywhere near Summer.
Yeah, but the, uh, the universe.
Yeah, exactly.
Well, shouldn't be a problem for you.
I mean, you and Summer|been friends for a while now, right? Yes, and I'd be a little more confident|about my chances of cheating fate and not cheating,|if Summer and I hadn't made out.
You guys made out? No.
But our noses grazed and it was like the most|sexually-charged nose graze in the history of nose grazes.
It's essentially nose|humping is what it is.
So what am I going to do? I'm going to tell you|what you're going to do.
You're going to go down to San Diego with your friend Summer and|her boyfriend- your friend- Zach, and you're going to keep it in yourtrousers,|all right? Nothing can happen, got it? Yeah - I have no heart, I hate Valentine's Day.
|- And that's why you're my son.
What about you, Ryan?|You have anything lined up for Lindsay? Uh, no, Lindsay and I are taking a break.
|She's getting to know her dad.
So for Valentine's Day|you're getting Lindsay grandpa.
Yeah.
That's bad, right? Dad, step in here, help a brother out.
This guy's got mad|Valentine's Day skills, bitch.
Word, son.
I hope I've learned something|after 20 years with your dear mother.
That's right, it's her favorite holiday Yeah, which means she's probably gearing|up for the Cupid routine right now Here's my Valentine.
Looks like I'm not the only one|at odds with the universe.
I think I know what this is about and I can explain.
You lied to me, Sandy.
- No, I didn't lie.
|- You told me Rebecca was dead.
When I told you that, I thought she was.
I went to your office last night|and she was standing there.
Oh.
You saw her.
And then I came home,|you and I had dinner and nothing, you didn't say a word.
She's accused of a very serious crime.
Anything I would tell you about her|could make you an accessory.
Don't try to get off|on a technicality.
This is about our marriage.
|You and I come first.
I did what I thought I had to do.
She's innocent.
|And she's my client.
She's not just your client.
You were in love with her.
Don't pretend|this isn't complicated for you.
You're damn right it's complicated.
Look There's nothing going on between us.
Please, let's not fight.
|Tomorrow's Valentine's Day.
Happy day before Valentine's Day.
Okay Uh, you said that we should|take a break.
In relationship speak,|they call this mixed signals.
I know, but it didn't really occur to me at|the time that Valentine's Day was coming up.
You don't want to be alone|on Valentine's Day.
Aw, you are such a girl.
So what do you think? You want to take some time off|from taking time off? Sure.
- If you do something for me.
|- Yeah, name it.
Anything.
- Apologize to Caleb.
|- Except that.
I'm not saying it's your fault.
I'm just going to be spending time over|there while he's recuperating and if you two are at each other's throats, it's|going to be really uncomfortable for everyone.
So if I apologize, I get to take you|out for Valentine's Day? Me and Cal.
Happy to do it.
Zach? Hey, Cohen, you're early.
Yeah, I just wanted to, um, stop by and check in before Zach|got here and sort of touch base.
Something you want to talk about? Something you want to talk about? - Huh?|- What? You came here.
Yeah, no, I know.
I, uh I just wanted|to make sure that you're dressing warmly.
|And you are, so, great.
You know, actually, there is|something I want to ask you.
Are these earrings too bling|for a meeting? I don't want to come off trashy.
No, I think they're fine.
Listen, Summer.
|I know that the three of us sometimes, working together can get pretty weird.
So I just I have to say that if it|ever maybe gets to be too much for you Hey, broken record.
I'm fine.
I just want us|to kick ass on our pitch.
I really care about|this comic book.
What, is that so hard to believe? - You guys ready to hit the road?|- Hey, did you MapQuest the meeting? Yeah, I got directions, got snacks.
He's gonna pack snacks.
- The motor's running.
|- All right.
Shotgun! Come on, move it, Cohen.
|San Diego is not driving to us.
For God's sake,|the door is ten feet away.
Must I be humiliated in this chair? Oh, Dad, just humor us.
You can lose the chair|when you get home.
Oh, that reminds me.
I, uh, brought you a little care package.
That's very thoughtful of you.
- "Mad Libs"|- Oh, those were my favorite when I was a kid.
Well, I hope you'll be around|long enough to teach me how to play.
Julie's still gallivanting|around in Europe, which means I got that|big old house all to myself.
- Well, what about Marissa?|- Marissa can't be bothered.
She's too busy running around|with that tattooed new friend of hers.
Well, if you're looking for company, I know that Ryan wanted|to stop by for a visit.
Oh, I think I've seen|just about enough of him.
Lindsay, why don't you go find|the chauffeur and see if he'll pull up.
Sure.
You and Lindsay seem|to be making strides.
That's a lot of regret,|coming into her life so late.
You know how you can|make it up to her? Make things right with Ryan.
What is it with my daughters|and that kid? - Dad.
|- Fine, fine.
Lindsay, can three people play Mad Libs? Sure, why? Well, I thought it might be quite nice|to invite Ryan over for a round.
I understand he's handy|with an adverb.
Yeah, I'll call him right now.
Ugh, well, Olson's making records nows? - Oh, no, you don't like it?|- No.
Careful, man, if she doesn't like|your music she'll drive you off the road.
Hey! Cohen, that was so your fault.
Last year, he drove us into a ditch|on our way to Tijuana.
You guys did the TJ thing? Actually we did the pit-stop-on-|the-way-to-TJ thing also.
God, we had to spend this night|in this sleazy-ass hell hole.
Seriously, it was like|Hepatitis Central.
Okay, it wasn't that bad.
Hello? Cohen The bed was, like, covered|with all these tiny little curly hairs.
Oh, really? Well, I seem to remember|you begging me for a spot on that bed.
So who won? Who got the bed? Uh I thinkwe worked it out.
.
I don't know|that there was yeah.
/ I don't really remember Thank you.
I'm home Anyone here? Hello? I'm home.
How's the ticker? Ticking, thankfully.
|I wasn't expecting you today.
I canceled my trip to Nice so I could|come home and keep you company.
But I see you're already|doing fine in that department.
- Hi, Julie.
|- Lindsay, hello.
Lindsay's making us some lunch.
|Tuna sandwiches.
Want one? I'll pass, thanks.
But it's nice to see you two have grown|so close since I've been gone.
Well, Ju-Ju, Lindsay and I are|in the midst of some Mad Libs.
I'm sure you want to go|freshen up.
Fine.
I can take a hint.
Well, make yourself at home.
|Caleb's casa es su casa.
Okay, plural noun.
Marissa? Oh, honey,|it's 1:00 in the afternoon.
Get out, Mom, I'm sleeping.
You and your stepfather|are quite the welcome wagon.
Do you want something? Just to say hello to my daughter.
And to give you this.
It's a Chanel clutch.
Every girl I saw|in Paris was carrying one of these.
Thanks, you can leave it|on the dresser.
Marissa.
You know, when I was in Europe|I did some real soul searching.
- I hope you didn't hurt yourself.
|- I'm trying to talk to you.
Look, I know that|you've been angry with me.
- What gives you that idea?|- And you have your reasons.
I just think that it's time|to put those memories behind us.
It's time we became friends again.
|Let's go to dinner, just the two of us.
Thanks, Mom, but I'm not that lame.
What if I took away|your BlackBerry? And your cell phone.
- You can't take away my cell phone.
|- Oh, I think I just did.
Are you going to throw the bedroom|furniture in the pool now? That's great.
You want to become friends|so you're blackmailing me.
That's a great plan, Mom.
|I'll see you at dinner.
- Oh.
Oh, not bad.
|- Well, it beats living in my office.
Your office was fine.
It was the running|into Kirsten part that was rough.
She must be furious.
Well, there was some poor roses|that took the brunt of it this morning.
I know I've complicated|your life lately and to thank you, I got you|a little Valentine's gift.
When I saw it, I couldn't resist.
Gandhi.
Every time I see this, I think of you|snoring right next to me in that theater.
I couldn't help it- it's a long movie.
It was our first date.
|You could've stayed awake.
- Well, it was a lousy first-date movie.
|- You're right.
Okay, I know that look.
You want to talk.
Oh, here's the thing.
I don't know if I'm|the best lawyer for you.
You know, I'm not that well schooled|in amnesty cases.
And it might put a strain|on your marriage.
- That, too.
|- Okay.
I know you want to put this thing|behind you- I want it over, too.
But you and I spending day after day|poring over my case, our meetings stretching|into the wee hours.
There are days I think|Kirsten and me are bulletproof.
I don't want to test that theory.
I should've seen this coming.
One thing I know about you, Sandy Cohen:|you always do the right thing.
I'm gonna get you a list|of the best lawyers in town.
You're gonna get through this.
I wish I was getting|through this with you.
Well.
.
|be careful what you wish for.
Hey, there.
How's your father doing? He's okay.
- And you?|- About the same.
Credit card company called to verify|that you're staying at the Beachcomber? It's for Rebecca.
So she doesn't have|to stay at my office.
I know you're being put|in the middle of this, but if you want to take her case,|I'm not gonna stand in your way.
I'm not gonna be her lawyer.
- Don't.
Not because of me.
|- Of course it's because of you.
I know enough not to mess|with my wife on Valentine's Day.
- Sandy.
|- You didn't force me to do anything.
Well, maybe this is selfish of me,|but I have to say I'm happy.
Good.
There's one thing|you could do for me.
Please find a restaurant that still has|a reservation open for tomorrow night.
- I don't want to eat takeout on Valentine's Day.
|- What are you in the mood for? Oh something with a view of the ocean|and an overpriced prix fixe menu.
- Sounds like The Arches.
|- Perfect.
I'll call them right now.
Hey, this is the last of these,|so should we make more copies? You know, you don't have to hang|around here all day to help me.
Please.
Any excuse to avoid my house.
My mom's been home for, like, three|hours, and already I'm going insane.
My mom used|to drive me crazy, too, and then one day I just decided I was|not gonna let it bother me anymore.
You make it sound so easy.
No, every time my mom channels Satan,|I take a deep breath, count to three, give her a big smile,|and say something like, "Interesting idea, Mom-|I'll give that some thought.
" And that really works? Women like that,|they thrive on confrontation, but if you refuse to engage, then there's|not really anything they can do, which makes them go|even more out of their heads.
Wow, sounds like a fun way|to spend an evening.
But, you know, anyone who can make|my mom even crazier gets a free dinner.
So what do you say? Okay.
But not tomorrow night.
I don't do|Valentine's Day first dates I think it's a jinx.
But next week when we don't have Hallmark|breathing down our necks, we'll go on a date.
Cool? Cool.
Okay, so|let's go over this again.
I'll do the introduction.
|Seth, you do the character arcs.
Zach you just need to relax a little|bit, man.
I promise you have this.
You know what?|My teeth are all plaquey.
I'm going to go do a last-minute floss.
God she is so OCD, man.
Backpacking|with heris gonna be a nightmare.
You guys are going backpacking? Yeah.
My sister is getting|married in Tuscany.
- Summer's gonna be my date.
|- Tuscany, like Italy? Yeah.
My family's renting a villa.
But|we're just gonna stay for the wedding, and then|we're gonna go off on our own.
You know, backpack through Cinque Terre,|maybe a weekend in Venice.
Wow! Doesn't sound romantic at all.
Hey, are you guys here|to pitch to Mr.
Bernstein? Yes, we are.
He can't see you till tomorrow.
|He got delayed coming back from Japan.
- What?|- They're gonna get you rooms in town and I'll reschedule you for first|thing tomorrow, okay? Wildstorm.
Well, at least we'll have an extra night|to work on the pitch, huh, Seth? Yeah.
So just Cinque Terre and Venice or|maybe, like, Florence, too, or something? You are dreading this, aren't you? Pretty much.
I'm sorry.
|Can you blame me? All right, look, it's like the dentist.
Think of how much better|you'll feel when it's over.
Go on, I'll wait here.
Hey, Mr.
Nichol.
Came by to say hello.
Call me Caleb.
- So, you play pool.
|- No.
My first time.
Okay, I came by to apologize.
I'm sorry if I had anything to do|with your heart attack.
Thank you, Ryan.
I realize it wasn't easy|for you to string so many words together.
Excuse me? I'm merely noting|how rarely I hear you talk.
- I guess I don't have much to say to you.
|- Well, how about thank you? For the fine education you're getting,|the roof over your head, everything else I've done.
Like insulting me,|treating me like a criminal? Well, you are a criminal.
My do-gooder|son-in-law dragged you out of jail and installed you|in his pool house, remember? You know, Mr.
Nichol, I don't|know why I try to talk to you.
It's just a waste of time.
So how'd it go? There's always next Valentine's Day.
Oh.
One bed, huh? Looks like Zach and I|are getting cozy tonight.
Cohen, we got adjoining rooms, man;|you're in here.
- We do? Really?|- Yeah.
Oh, well, then, okay One second, though.
|If I'm in here, that means that Then what, you-you guys|would be in here? Yeah.
Is that okay? Well, sure, yeah.
|I mean well, it makes sense.
Yeah, that's fine, that's great.
|That's actually perfect.
Um, so, then I take it you two|will be in here uh, in there, actually, uh, uh,|together, and I will be just on the other side of this|sound-soundproof wall.
Hey.
You okay?|- Yeah no, I'm fine.
I'm just having an|allergic reaction to the universe.
Here you go.
I got your coffee.
Oh, thanks, Sandy, but I|I've given up on that stuff.
I never thought I'd see the day.
You used|to average a pot an hour as I recall.
Yeah.
That's probably why I never slept.
|That and you keeping me up all hours, bending my ear with|your right-wing conspiracies.
Who else was gonna listen to me? See, I assumed that you were|prepping me for father-in-law duty, and then everything changed.
- I feel like I'm jumping ship here, Max.
|- No, no, no, no, you're not.
I mean, your conscience, Sanford|I mean, it's always worked in overdrive.
No.
Leaving you and Rebecca|just when we found her.
The-the rest will work itself out.
If you're not drinking coffee,|what are you drinking? Green tea.
|Supposedly it's a detoxifier Who knows, maybe if I started it earlier,|I, uh I would've held up better.
I'll go get you some.
|There's a cafe right down the pier.
- I'll be back in a sec.
|- Okay, thanks, Sandy.
You know what, we should turn in early.
|We've got the pitch at the crack of dawn.
Why don't we watch another movie.
I think Van Helsing is on pay-per-view.
I like monsters.
Don't know|about the rest of you.
- I'm pretty tired.
|- Me, too.
Well, then why don't we go|to the gift shop and see maybe if they have cards,|'cause then we could play gin or I could do some sleight|of hand for you guys.
- Cohen go to bed.
|- Yes, okay But listen, I'm gonna be in here if|you guys need me or anything.
Psst.
Maybe we should invent a secret|knock, just in case, for whatever.
Good night, Cohen.
That's the knock we use Hey, Max, hey, they didn't have any green tea,|but I got you some jasmine.
You you drink jasmine? Hey, Max? There's no way there's three shots|of espresso in there.
You look kind of spent, Seth.
- Did you sleep at all?|- Yep.
Got a solid 15 minutes.
They say that's all you need.
What about you guys? Probably|didn't sleep too well, huh? I slept fine, actually.
Hi, guys.
I'm Larry Bernstein.
|Come on in.
Okay, he's ready.
|Showtime, come on, come on.
Well, guys I read the treatment|and I think it's interesting.
Good, great, glad to hear it.
And on behalf of all of us, the three of us,|sitting three across in your office, uh, uh, thank you.
|And we like your jacket.
Uh, you're welcome and thank you.
But putting pretty people by the beach isn't enough for me, even if they have|powers.
So let's talk about characters.
Great.
Okay, first of all,|what can I tell you? We've got Kachino with his fists|of fury, okay? He's a kid, he's from the|wrong side of the tracks.
Think Karate Kid, now take away the karate.
|Let them marinate and we've got Cosmo Girl.
She's got a passion for fashion|and a magic flask to boot.
But what I want|to do right now, actually, is to take you to the white-hot|center of our comic, okay? The core relationship of really|what I think we're doing here.
Now, what I'm talking about here|is passion.
But real passion.
Not the kind of passion you buy for $1.
99|at the grocery store with a can of soup.
- Cohen, what does that even mean?|- I have no idea.
So you're saying there's a love story.
- Yeah.
|- No! Oh, no, no.
Definitely not.
Yeah, there is.
Now, maybe you|can't see it and maybe you can't.
But let me tell you something.
|I promise you this.
It's there.
Amongst the demon water polo players|that arise from the toxic Pacific and attack Atomic County,|it's a love story for our time.
- For all time.
|- Mm-hmm.
Between who? Yeah, Cohen, between who? Why, between the Ironist|and little Miss Vixen.
What? The Ironist and little Miss Vixen.
The Ironist, whose quick quips|and pop-culture-laden bromides can fell even the most|insidious of villains.
Little Miss Vixen.
So cute and so sweet|in her black leather.
Her Amex card can decapitate a demon up to|100 yards away especially when she senses - her true love, the Ironist, is in danger.
|- Well, this is an interesting approach.
- Yes, but not one we've discussed.
|- No, there is no love story.
Not yet, there isn't.
Okay, stop.
Here's|the thing.
And the thing is this, sir.
If the Ironist and Little Miss Vixen|could put their differences aside for just one issue and stop their bickering|and stop their bantering - even though the readers might|find it adorable- I really feel like they would realize how|much more evil they could vanquish together.
No, Cohen, they can't.
Um, look, we're really sorry, sir.
This is not the comicthat|we wanted to pitch to you.
Yes, well, it has some promise,|but you three are clearly not ready - to forge a partnership.
|- Clearly.
So get back to me after high school.
The coroner said he guessed|it was a stroke.
He didn't suffer.
- We can be grateful for that.
|- I'm so sorry.
- I know.
|- And Rebecca? Well, she's doing her best.
I'm sorry I didn't call till late|and stayed out till this morning.
I understand.
- I still want to go out tonight.
|- Sandy, it's just Valentine's Day.
- We can celebrate another time.
|- No, I-I think we need this.
I'm not used to things being so|like they are right now, you know? - I I don't like it.
|- Me neither.
I tell you what.
|I'm going to go take a power nap and when I wake up, I want to see you|dolled up in your Valentine's finest.
Hey.
I thought we agreed we weren't|doing the Valentine's thing.
I know.
Just give me|one more chance with him.
It'll only take a few hours.
Oh, great.
You're back.
Can I talk to you for a second|in your study? Look, I'd say we need to talk,|but clearly that doesn't work for us.
So what do you want to do,|take a swing at me? You might as well.
I'm the only person|in town you haven't punched.
I'll make you a bet.
|We play pool.
If you win, I stay out of your way, but if I win, you have to accept me|as Lindsay's boyfriend.
What is this,|The Color Of Money? - It's absurd.
|- Got a better idea? - Fine.
Best of seven.
|- Rack 'em.
Well, what would you like|to talk about? Clothes, school? Why don't you cut to the chase?|Tell me what this is really about.
It's not about anything, except|that I'm very happy to be here with you.
Now that your father's gone and|Kaitlin's in boarding school, it's like we're all|that's left of the family and it just makes sense|for us to lean on each other.
You act like you're all alone.
|I mean, you have Caleb.
You know, Marissa, I think you're old enough|now that I can be honest with you about this.
I worry about Caleb and me,|that we might not make it.
Come on, Mom.
If you two can't|make it, no one can.
The point is, whatever happens between|Caleb and me, I'll survive.
What I could never handle|is losing you.
Well, thanks.
|I almost believe you.
Oh, honey.
You and me,|we need to play our cards right.
What do you mean, "our cards"? Just that we spend our time|with Caleb wisely.
I've already launched the|magazine, it's a good start.
But I'd like to control a little more|of the company, just in case.
If we can play happy family for just a few|more months, I can figure out my next move.
- Oh, my God, Mom.
You are unbelievable.
|- What? Do you want your inheritance|going to little Miss Lindsay? Because that is where|this is headed unless you put in some serious|face time with your stepfather.
That's an interesting idea, Mom.
|I'll think about it.
Now why don't you tell me|about your trip? Okay, Cohen, you want to explain|that meltdown before? Look, if there's something you want|to say to me, now's your chance.
You know, I just think I'm gonna|lay off the caffeine forever.
Fine.
Don't say I didn't ask.
You ready to hit the road? Yeah, you know, actually,|I think I'm just gonna take the bus.
- The bus?|- Fine with me.
You know, actually, if we're not going|to take Cohen home, we could stay here.
We have the room|and it's Valentine's Day.
Yeah, since you guys are going to Italy, you|can start getting used to the hotel life.
Okay, headed to the bus depot.
|Happy Valentine's Day.
Hello? Oh, I expected to get your voicemail.
|I thought you'd be out with your wife.
No, we've got a late reservation.
|We're just on our way out.
Oh, okay I won't keep you.
|I, um, I just, uh I didn't want to disappear again|without saying good-bye.
What are you talking about? I'm leaving.
Don't try to talk me out of it.
Let's be realistic.
|My chances of getting off are slim.
- Well, isn't it worth trying?|- Not if I don't have my father anymore.
- So when are you leaving?|- Tonight.
I guess there's no chance of you swinging|over here to say good-bye in person? Oh, I don't think so.
- Let me get back to you.
|- Okay.
Rebecca? Yeah, she's, uh she's leaving tonight.
|Going back to God knows where.
- She wants to say good-bye.
|- Yeah.
Well, if you want to go,|I'm not going to try and stop you.
I'll be right back.
I think we've actually|salvaged Valentine's Day.
Even though Cohen did|his best to destroy it.
I don't think he's ever|going to get over you.
I've kind of accepted it.
Look, Zach, those are|his issues, not mine.
Good.
Because all I really care|about is that you and I are okay.
Look at us.
We're in a hotel room|by ourselves on Valentine's Day.
- I think we're okay.
|- Good.
I mean, we weren't even supposed to be here.
|It's like fate handed us this dream date.
So why don't we just make|the most of it? Um, Summer, before we do anything,|I need to tell you something.
- Who is it?|- It doesn't matter.
Your shot.
- You don't seem worried.
|- Should I be? - You're about to lose.
|- I don't think so.
You're a hothead, Ryan.
- Pool takes a steady hand.
|- Well, I've got a steady hand.
Then why do you always|find yourself in trouble? Setting fires,|impregnating teenage girls I know what you're trying to do.
|It's not going to work.
Come on, Ryan.
It's all very chivalrous.
This challenging|me to a duel for Lindsay's affection.
But, you know, ultimately|she's gonna side with me.
- I'm her father.
|- Who abandoned her for 16 years.
That's all in the past.
I don't think Lindsay sees it that way.
Corner.
Well, this may be the way you|settle things where you come from.
A game of pool, maybe a barstool|over someone's head, but in real life,|it takes more than that.
Hey.
Sorry, we're done.
Good, I was starting|to worry about you guys.
- Well, enjoy your date.
It's on me.
|- Thanks.
So what do you want to do? Maybe go to Balboa Island,|milkshakes and bumper cars? You know what, why don't you guys|stay here tonight? - Are you sure? It's Valentine's Day.
|- Yeah, well, tomorrow night.
Okay.
But have fun.
|Maybe rent a movie or something.
I hear The Color of Money|is pretty good.
Hi, it's Kirsten Cohen.
|I'd like to cancel a reservation.
And what time was your reservation? So you bailed on your wife|on Valentine's Day.
That doesn't seem like|a Sandy Cohen move.
It isn't.
I wanted to say good-bye to you.
|But now I've got to go.
Oh, I think we've already missed dinner.
So stay here.
I've been without you for 20 years,|but still, I'm gonna miss you all over again.
Sandy, I I wish|it had never happened.
I wish I could take it|all back, that night.
I wish I'd never run.
Me, too.
I got to go.
But you should stay.
Hey.
Sorry I called you away|from your hot date.
I'm sorry to hear your|Valentine's Day went so terrible.
Terrible? Uh, no, no,|try catastrophic.
I blew the comic book and I just completely|humiliated myself in front of Summer.
After the way I acted today, Ryan, I don't|even think I'd get back together with me.
Probably for the best.
|I mean, with Zach and all.
Hey, you know what?|Truth is, he deserves her.
And clearly he's got the|universe on his side, so Hey.
I didn't know|you were coming by.
Neither did I.
|I guess I'm just sort of here.
- Are you okay?|- Yeah, yeah.
I mean, I think I'm okay.
I just had|a terrible dinner with my mom.
- My technique work?|- Guess so.
But also, it was knowing|I could come here and see you.
Not that I want to put any|pressure on you or anything, it's just that's how I feel|and I had to say it.
Are you in the mood for the beach? - Now?|- Yeah.
It's almost time.
- Time for what?|- For the tide to change.
It's a little ritual I have for|whenever something really major is about to change in my life.
I thought you said no dating|on Valentine's Day.
Screw it.
Come on.
I'm a huge fan|of spontaneous first dates.
I am, too.
No, look I'm not saying it's not bad.
Hanging out|with my grandpa ranks very low on the Valentine's scale.
I just, you|know, I think mine's worse, I win.
You're right, yours is worse.
Look at all these people.
These normal, non-traumatized|people in relationships, in love.
Think we'll ever have that? No.
Yeah, I'm with you.
The tide just turned.