Sometimes, it feels
like it was yesterday--
graduating high school,
saying goodbye.
That feeling that you get
at 17 or 18 that nobody
in the history of the world
has ever been this close,
has ever loved this fiercely
or laughed as hard
or cared as much.
Okay.
We're not gonna do this.
We're not gonna get sad.
Nothing's gonna change now.
We'll all be friends forever.
I know it.
Look, in four years,
we're gonna be right back here.
You know, done with college
or wherever we go.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Sometimes, it feels
like it was yesterday.
and sometimes,
it feels like
someone else's memory.
Where did he get the hoop?
- His uncle Lucas gave it to him.
- I don't want him playing.
Nathan, he's 4 years old.
All he wants to do is be like his dad.
- Why don't you go out there and show him--
- I said I don't want him playing.
Jamie, come on, sweetie.
Mama's got to go to work.
Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's.
Please hold.
Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's.
Please hold.
Can you call Prime and make
a dinner reservation, please?
Make sure I get the table
in the wine room.
Any night next week will do.
Um, you're booked
every night next week.
Okay, then the week after.
This looks great.
Can we make this about
a quarter-inch wider?
Great.
And we've got to send something funny
with a card to Conan O'Brien.
Cheese.
He likes cheese.
You want me to send
Conan O'Brien cheese?
Manchego. No, send gouda.
Gouda's a funnier cheese,
and don't forget to remind me
about the conference call with Macy's.
Guys.
Absolutely not.
There is no way she gets
on the cover of my magazine
unless she gains 10 pounds, minimum.
She looks unhealthy.
- We were just brainstorming.
- Brainstorm better.
Anorexia is a disease.
It is not a fashion statement.
- What do I smell?
- Um, it's your coffee.
- Mocha double latte, extra foam.
- Is there foam?
Last time there was no foam.
I like foam.
- Extra foam.
- Okay.
- What time is the premiere?
- 8:00, red carpet at 6:00.
I'm gonna do the red carpet
and then skip the movie.
Let's call one of the Nicks
and find out if they'd like to go.
Okay, which Knick do you prefer?
There's Stephon Marbury,
Jamal Crawford...
- Oh, David Lee is really cute.
- Not the New York Knicks, you goof.
The Nicks-- Nick Lachey,
Nick Zano, Nick Reid. Whoever.
And tell Victoria to wait
for me in the limo.
- She's not gonna like that.
- Well, she works for me.
Oh, I must have the wrong office.
No, that's me--
John Knight, label president.
Last I knew, you were Peyton Sawyer,
assistant to the assistant
of the label president, and your
desk was-- where is your desk?
I'm sorry, I was just
arranging your trades
and delivering
the online download report,
updating your call sheet,
and admiring your view.
Also, Mr. Knight,
I have a couple unsigned bands
that I would really
love for you to hear.
Peyton, I'm losing my hair,
I'm hung over,
I have two different alimony
payments due and seven lines ringing.
Of course.
Sawyer?
Yes.
You look good.
Drop a button on that top
and I'll let you sit in
on the morning new-music session.
One button, one song.
And get me some aspirin.
Man, they do grow up fast.
- Uncle Lucas!
- J. Luke!
Hey. You in high school already?
- No, I'm only 4.
- Hmm, 4 going on 40.
- What you drawing?
- You can't see it. It's not done.
Yeah, trust me,
I understand that one.
I take it the writing's
not going very well?
The writing...
is not going at all.
How about you? How was the
last day of student teaching?
Great. Trying not to freak out
about next week when it's just me.
You're gonna be great, Hales.
- Did you get a nanny yet?
- No, not yet.
Well, you know, you can't
babysit him forever, Hales.
And by him, I mean Nathan, not Jamie.
Well, it's only been
four months, so...
Seattle is on the clock right now.
We'll get to the commissioner
coming up in regards to their pick.
They going big?
They going small?
It's been unpredictable so far.
Here's the commissioner.
With the 10th pick in the NBA Draft,
the Seattle sonics select...
- We're moving to Seattle, mama!
- It's gonna be Seattle.
My agent just called.
He said we got a guarantee--
- I'm going 10th pick to the sonics!
- Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you!
You have worked so hard
for the last four years!
You believed in it, and now
it's actually happening!
Why are we buying a house in Tree Hill
if we're moving to Seattle?
- We should buy a house there.
- Oh, we're going to. A big one.
- With a pool?
- More like a moat and a draw bridge.
- And a dragon?
- Yes, and a pet dragon for Jim-jam.
Hales, we're gonna have all kinds
of houses, but Tree Hill is home.
And, besides, this isn't even my salary.
This is just shoe-contract money.
It's money from the shoe, mama!
Let's get it!
- Oh, baby, I don't know.
- The little man's spoken.
And he's right.
We should get the house, Hales.
- You know why?
- Why?
Because we did it together.
We made it happen.
And we're gonna have
to get used to the fact
that this is what life's like
when your dreams come true.
The tar heels land another blue chip
prospect, and we've got the scoop.
- I'm Marvin McFadden--
- Pass it, pass it! Pass the ball!
Yeah, he is.
He's passing it to my guy.
Can you guys keep it down?
I'm working on my demo.
- For what?
- A job.
I'm gonna send audition tapes
to all the local stations.
Sorry, Mouth.
Go ahead, man, do your thing.
The tar heels land another blue chip
prospect, and we've got the scoop.
- I'm Marvin McFadden--
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
- That's how you go down the lane!
- Sorry. Sorry.
The tar heels land another blue chip
prospect, and we've got the scoop.
- Pizza!
- I'll pause it.
Junk and Fergie play video games,
drink beer, and eat pizza.
I'm Mouth McFadden,
and I'm still unemployed.
So, six months ago when
they asked us to fix this mess,
what the hell were
we thinking saying yes?
Well, well, well,
if it isn't Skills Taylor,
new assistant head coach
of the Tree Hill Raiders.
Hey, if you could afford me...
So, how great is this, huh?
Lucas Scott, head coach.
- Local boy makes good.
- Local boys made good.
- You're a big part of this, Skills.
- I hope so.
Man, we blew this place up.
Hey, how many games they won since
we hung that state championship banner?
Not many.
But I do know one thing--
- losing's over.
- Oh, no doubt.
She's got a hit TV show.
Great potential for
crossover marketing and promo.
- But the songs are terrible.
- John, she's young, she's hot,
and her social life's a train wreck.
We could ship this thing platinum.
Um, I have a band.
Well, why not?
It can't get any worse.
Okay, well, they're called
Low Versus Diamond,
they've already built a strong internet
following, and the songs are great.
We'll go with the actress.
All right?
Why don't you go get us
some lunch menus?
Ladies and gentlemen,
the N.S. 23.
Let's see it.
Barry, thank you so much.
Baby, it's awesome.
I have to go
relieve the sitter.
But you guys should stay and celebrate.
It's the night before the Draft.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Thank you guys!
No driving tonight, okay?
Take the limo and
get the car tomorrow.
- I promise.
- Okay.
- Hook it up.
- Check it out.
"And like the River Court
signatures of their younger selves,
"weathered now, faded.
"So, too, were they."
"I... suck."
Tell me you are writing the
best pages of your life.
Well, hi to you, too.
If not the best pages of your life,
at least a bunch of okay pages?
I've written a few sentences.
And deleted them
because they sucked.
Luke, this is serious.
I can't be your editor if
I don't have anything to edit.
My butt is on the line here.
Tell me you have
something, anything.
- Lindsey?
- Luke?
I don't know.
You know, I think it's an earthquake.
Lucas Scott!
Somebody needs to do something
about the paparazzi.
They're totally out
of control.
We pay them a lot of money to talk
about the brand. I hope you were nice.
I was nice.
Nick, did you enjoy yourself?
I did.
I thought the movie was--
Driver, can you
pull over, please?
I'm sorry, darling.
You were saying?
Nothing. I liked the movie.
Thank you very much,
and enjoy the rest of your evening.
Right. Okay.
I just thought that maybe...
Yes, we know what
you thought, Nick.
You thought you'd have
your way with my designer.
A little fondling, a little
tongue-kissing, something a little dirty
but not too freaky.
- No, I just thought that--
- It's Clothes Over Bro's, Nick.
We want the tabloids to think
that she's sleeping with you.
She's not actually
sleeping with you.
We're all set.
Call me!
Taxi!
You are unbelievably rude.
Well, it's been a long day.
But tomorrow's even longer.
You have a 9:00 a.m. interview
about taking the company public.
I'll be there for the finer points.
You just need to look beautiful
and talk about your passion and your
creativity and blah, blah, blah.
And I've made a change
to the model lineup
due to the additional
scrutiny from the press.
- Oh, but you forgot--
- She's not on the list.
- She's my friend.
- She's not your friend.
She's an employee.
I'm not sure I'm
comfortable with that.
Brooke, Clothes Over Bro's is
a multimillion dollar company.
A company that you've entrusted to me
to make executive decisions like these.
- We have to cut her loose.
- You're gonna fire her?
No, I'm not gonna fire her.
You're gonna fire her.
It's your company, my dear.
I just work here.
Hey, it's me.
It's not gonna work out
for the fashion show.
No, it's actually not gonna work out
at all. I'm gonna have to let you go.
It's nothing personal.
It's just business. I got to go.
Postcard for Jamie Scott!
- Another one?
- Yeah, man.
Where are they now?
Well, aunt Karen and cousin
Lily are in Ireland.
Now, that's right across
the Irish sea from England.
You remember where England is?
The one with the clock!
You are a genius.
Are you sure you're not my kid?
All right.
You think we'll ever
see them again?
Oh, yeah,
of course we will, man.
So, listen. I'm gonna go talk to
your dad, and then we'll go, okay?
- Okay.
- All right.
Haley keeps the
alcohol out of reach.
At least, she tries.
It's a little early,
don't you think?
So, how's physical
therapy going?
How's your second book coming?
Ouch.
So, you know, Haley told me
that the doctors say
you'll be up on your feet
any day now.
Pretty lucky, Nate.
Oh, yeah, that's me. Mr. Lucky.
I'm just saying you'll be
back to normal in no time.
Luke, I'm never gonna
play basketball again.
That's not exactly
normal, okay?
Luke! Luke, damn it!
Don't be a d*ck, all right?
You want it?
Walk over here and get it.
Why don't I walk over there
and kick your a**, huh?
Kicking. Kicking's good.
Let's see it.
Give me that bottle right now,
or Dan's not gonna be the only Scott
to kill his brother.
Ready, uncle Lucas?
Real nice, Nate.
Luke...
- Come on, Jamie. Let's go.
- Bye, daddy.
Bye-bye.
So, none of you guys
know who ate my pizza?
- Nah, man.
- Amazing.
So, my pizza just ate itself.
Hey, I was working
on my audition reel.
Hey, that's good.
'Cause you owe me for the rent.
And you two knuckleheads
owe me for a pizza.
There he is! Big Game James.
Hey, yo, Big Game.
I got something for you.
Cool!
You want to try it on?
All right.
Put your arms through, and there we go.
It's perfect!
Let's see what you got, baller.
Darn it, uncle Skills,
you always do that.
- You ever gonna let him score?
- Shorty shouldn't be in the paint.
- He got to learn.
- Dude, he's 4.
What do you think, Sawyer?
I think you were right about
the act we signed today.
Her songs blow.
So why'd you sign her?
How long have you been in Los Angeles,
Peyton? From...
From Tree Hill, North Carolina.
Four years.
Four years. Why'd you come?
I wanted to discover and sign bands
that could change someone's life,
like the bands
that changed mine.
I figured you were one of them.
I used to be, too.
Then I figured it out.
It's called show business for a reason.
- We're here to make money.
- Even if the product sucks.
Especially if the
product sucks.
I hate to be the one to break it
to you, but rock 'n' roll
can't actually save
the world.
See, I disagree.
Walk into any club on the strip
tonight and just look at the kids,
look into their eyes. They're all
looking for something to believe in.
I think that music can be the
thing that changes their world.
That is why you are still the
assistant to the assistant.
They're not out there to get their
world saved. They had a bad day.
They went out to get
drunk and get laid.
Peyton, you're as smart and as
talented as anyone at the label,
but you'd be so much further
along if you could just accept
the business side of what
we do and play the game.
I'm just not really interested
in playing the game.
You already did.
You dropped a button to
get into that meeting.
Drop a few more,
they'll probably give you my job.
Well, I will have your
job one day, John.
Just not that way.
Have fun in the clubs tonight,
assistant to the assistant.
Substitution for the Clippers.
Number 23.
Down by 2, and it looks like
they're bringing in a rookie.
Clock running down,
time for one last play.
All right, Jamie,
this is what we're gonna do.
When I tell you, I want you to
hit the green button. Okay?
- Don't do it, Jamie.
- Pass it to your pal Junkie.
Kid's got the ball
clock running down.
- You're ready ?
- No, no, no, no!
- Shoot it!
- No, no, no, no, no!
That's it,
you lost the ice cream.
Jamie!
- Hi, upside-down boy.
- Hey, mama!
- We won!
- Oh, wow.
We were just...
Here you go.
What are you wearing?
Uncle Skills gave it to me.
Wasn't that nice of him, making you
look all krunk. Did you say thank you?
Okay, go say
goodbye to the guys.
Look, I kind of gave Nathan some grief
today about not being on his feet yet.
Oh, well, you know,
I know he's a little dark right now.
You got to push him, Hales.
- Okay, mom, I'm ready.
- Okay.
- Whoa, what about me, Jamie?
- Bye, uncle Lucas.
Bye, buddy. I love you.
I got to go home now, and anyway,
you should be writing.
I don't want to hear it.
So, we caught up with Brooke Davis,
young, hot designer
of Clothes Over Bro's.
Now, Brooke,
let me ask you this.
Do you ever miss
just being young?
- I am young.
- But acting young.
Not being the boss of
this huge corporation,
but being Brooke Davis,
21-year-old girl?
Sure, I miss it.
Thank you. We have to move on.
Clothes Over Bro's is
my dream come true.
This is what I wished for.
Oh, baby, it's awesome.
Why don't you go upstairs?
I'll be up in a minute, okay?
I can't.
We can't be like this, Nathan.
Your son needs you.
Please don't become
your father.
My father is in prison.
So am I.
Well, you can walk out.
Chapter three.
Peyton Sawyer is
destined for greatness.
Actually, she's already great,
because Peyton Sawyer has
a thing called integrity,
and nothing or no one is
ever going to change that.
I remember the first
time I met her.
You have 47 messages.
All messages deleted.
Hi. It's Peyton.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I know it's late there, I just --
What happened to us, you know?
I don't know who I am anymore.
Or how I got here.
I miss who I used to be.
I want to have a home again,
you know?
And real friends.
You know, the kind of friendships
we used to believe in.
I miss that.
And I miss you.
I guess I just miss all of it.
No, I have the uncorrected proofs.
I need the corrected ones.
Okay, I have to go.
Thanks. Bye.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Look, before you start yelling at me,
I'm sorry.
I know I've missed
my deadline again,
and I know you have a lot
of people to answer to,
and it's not fair to you.
I remember the first
time I read it.
I was a junior editor,
just out of college,
missing my friends.
I took two dozen manuscripts
home for the weekend,
just like I did every weekend,
hoping that this time,
something would speak to me.
And it did.
It was a great
first novel, Luke.
It brought you to me.
But a writer's career is
about a body of work.
It's about the second book
and the third and the fourth.
- Lindsey--
- It's been two years.
And that wouldn't scare me if
I thought you were writing,
but you're not.
So what am I supposed
to do, Luke?
You could give me a little
bit more time because I'm handsome.
Close the door, Luke.
Not being the boss of this huge
corporation but being Brooke Davis,
21-year-old girl.
That is not the face of a happy girl
who got everything she wished for.
A lot of things,
but not everything.
Are you counting
the trip to Milan?
- The trip for work.
- Come on.
Let's see the face of a girl
who gets to go to Italy tomorrow
to approve the textiles
for her fall line.
But it's not everything.
No, dear. It is everything.
And if you've lost sight of that,
you have lost your way, Brooke Davis.
Milan, tomorrow.
Smile.
Okay. Let's do lunch. Sawyer!
What's the name of that
sushi place I like?
You were wrong yesterday
when you said the kids in the clubs
were just there for decadence.
I think it's more like romance
and hope and inspiration
and that feeling that you
get when other human beings
pick up basic instruments
and make sense of your world.
And the day that I think
it's just about making money
is gonna be the day that I've
betrayed everything I believe in
about music and
life and myself.
Was that a sushi place?
I quit, John.
I'm going home.
You're making a mistake.
No. I'm fixing one.
I think you drink too much.
I think you're right.
Jamie, come on.
Hey, come on.
Let's go.
Okay, your boarding pass and
itinerary are in your bag.
The car service will
pick you up in Milan.
If you have any problems, I gave you my
home, cell, and parents' house number.
Millicent, you are a
great assistant, okay?
Try and have some
fun while I'm gone.
You're only young once.
Seattle is on the clock right now
in regards to their pick.
They going big? They going small?
It's been unpredictable so far.
Here's the commissioner.
With the 10th pick
in the NBA Draft,
the Seattle Sonics select--
Hey, man.
Can I get an autograph?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.
Yeah, just write, "to Greg,
Portland's biggest fan.
"Seattle sucks, and so do I."
"To Greg...
"enjoy losing to us next year.
"Your pal, Nathan Scott."
There you go, buddy.
- You got a problem, man?
- No, no, no. Walk away.
- You've got too much to lose here.
- Let's see what you got!
You got too much to lose here, okay?
It's not worth it.
That's it.
Listen to your girlfriend.
Come on, Nate. Wait.
Look, we shouldn't be driving,
all right? I'll get the limo.
Come on, Nate.
We'll just grab Barry,
take the limo.
You're not driving.
All right. You're right.
I have witnesses.
You all saw it.
He hit me.
I'm gonna sue that punk.
Hey, man, I never touched you.
And if I'd have hit you,
you'd be out cold right now.
Too late, Seattle boy.
You should have left
with that fat-a** wife.
Oh, my God.
Nate, you all right?
I can't feel my legs, man.
- What?
- I can't feel my legs!
Help! Somebody help!
The Seattle Sonics select
Mouhamed Sene from Senegal.
Okay, it's time for bed.
Come on.
Mama, why is daddy so sad?
It's just a really tough
time for daddy right now.
But he loves you.
You know that, right?
Uncle Lucas loves me.
Hi.
How long's it been?
Two years.
It's been longer than that.
God, Luke, I missed you.
I have someone.
I'm with someone.
Postseason hardball, preseason hoops,
and regular season football.
I'm Marvin McFadden,
and sports is coming up next.
Hi. It's Peyton.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I know it's late there, I just--
What happened to us, you know?
I don't know who I am anymore.
Or how I got here.
Hey, you.
Come to bed.
Hey. Sorry about yesterday.
It's just, they only agreed
to let me split time here
because I promised them
I'd get you back on track.
I know. It's okay.
I still love you.
I love you, too, Lucas Scott.
I miss who I used to be.
I want to have a home again,
you know?
I miss that.
I miss you.
Jamie.
Son...
Daddy's sorry, for everything.
Come here.
I guess I miss all of it.
Does any of that
make any sense?
That makes all the sense
in the world, Peyton.
Four years ago,
it all seemed so clear, didn't it?
Conquer the world,
save the world,
live happily ever after.
Are you happy, Brooke?
Sometimes.
Not always. Are you?
No.
Okay. Then let me
ask you something.
What is gonna make
you happy, Peyton?
Is it how you look
or the car you drive
or the people you know?
Is it money or celebrity or
power or accomplishment?
Because I have all
those things, and--
and I don't think it's enough.
Well, then, what is?
Love, I think.
And that love can be
for a boy or a girl
or a place or a way of
life or even for a family.
But where you find
it is up to you.
So where are you gonna
find that love, Peyton?
I think I need to go home.
Yeah, I was hoping
you'd say that.
I missed you, Brooke Davis.
I missed you, P. Sawyer.
We're home now.
It's gonna be okay.
Come on.
My name is Lucas Scott.
Four years ago, I graduated from
high school with my friends.
Brooke Davis moved to New
York City and found success.
Peyton Sawyer went
to Los Angeles.
Success didn't come so easily.
I wrote a novel and fell
for my editor, Lindsey.
My brother Nathan saw
his dreams vanish...
leaving his wife, Haley, and their son,
Jamie, more fractured than ever.
Things have changed
in four years.
But in many ways,
this is just the beginning.
I missed you, P. Sawyer.
- We're home now.
- Come on.
- You're not Lucas!
- You're Brooke Davis!
Yeah. Hi.
You're... wearing me.
- Clothes Over Bro's is my line.
- Yeah, I love it.
Thanks.
And you are so
pretty in person.
Thanks. So are you.
Okay, this hasn't happened
to me since college.
Right. Okay.
Wow, this hasn't happened
to me since college.
Hi, Luke.
Brooke Davis.
Oh, I missed you.
So, what do you
want to do today?
I don't know. Play, I guess.
- Yeah, me, too.
- Don't you have a job?
What are you, the man?
I don't see you
paying any rent.
That's because
I don't have any money.
Well, that makes two of us.
Now, let's just go
over the drill.
If we see any hot chicks today,
who are you?
I'm an orphan who
needs surgery,
and you're paying for it,
'cause you're rich.
Good man.
Soapbox Derby.
Man, when I was a kid,
I always wanted to do this.
Me, too.
It's a good thing
you're still a kid,
'cause we got two days
to pimp your ride.
Can uncle Mouth help
me pimp my ride?
I don't think so.
See, uncle Mouth
finally got a j-o-b.
That spells "job."
Man, you're getting
way too smart.
It was a lot easier
when you was 3.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm Marvin McFadden,
and sports is coming up next.
What, exactly, are you doing?
Oh, the station called about
the field-reporter position?
Field reporter--
little ambitious, don't you think?
The job that we called you about
is an entry-level logger position.
We could hire a
monkey to do that
but the freaks at Peta would
more than likely picket.
- But I guess I assumed--
- First door on the left.
You watch the games,
you highlight the best plays,
and you leave the
log for on-air.
If you cannot accomplish that,
you are currently
wasting my time.
I'm sorry, but you are still
looking for a reporter, aren't you?
The answer to your
question, yes.
Let us be honest--
you don't really have the face
for it, do you?
All right, good morning.
This is actually my first
official day as a teacher,
and you're my first official class.
So, congratulations.
My name is... Haley...
James...
That is some fine a**.
All right, first of all, that's no
way to talk to a girl, any girl,
and second of all, that is absolutely
no way to speak to a teacher.
I'm sorry. It was me.
Just trying to give
you a compliment.
What's your name?
Quentin Fields.
Okay. Sit down, Quentin.
Yes, ma'am.
Won't happen again, miss James.
Actually, it's Mrs. Scott.
Damn, that a**.
Okay, all right. Get out.
You need to go to the office.
Oh, to the office.
Maybe we could go together.
Maybe you could just
spank me right here.
- Yeah, Mrs. Scott!
- Ooh, harder, Mrs. James-Scott!
- All right, settle down.
- Spank me, Mrs. James-Scott!
I said, "settle down!"
- Class!
- Class!
- I have just--
- I have just--
Baby, come back!
Hey, how much do you love me?
I went to see Lindsey,
Luke's girlfriend.
I have good news and bad news.
Luke and I haven't been together for
three years. It's not why I'm home.
I totally believe you. Fine.
Ooh, the office.
They're just figuring out I'm not in
Milan. I bet Victoria's having a cow.
You think maybe you should call
and let her know you're alive?
No. No, I have a more
important question to ask you.
What happened after
Lucas finished his book?
- Hello?
- Hey, it's Lucas.
I know it's been awhile, but...
I'm having a book signing in L.A.
on a couple of days.
Yeah, I know.
I mean, I read about it.
Yeah, I've been pacing the house for the
last hour wondering if I should call,
considering how we left things.
No, it's okay. It's actually
really good to hear your voice.
Yours, too.
Well, I was hoping...
I'd love to see you if
you're not too busy.
Yeah -- yeah, okay.
Sure, I'll be there.
That's great, Peyton.
Well, then, I --
I'll see you soon, then.
See you soon.
My name is Lucas Scott.
I'm the new head basketball
coach of the Tree Hill Ravens.
This is Antwon Taylor.
He's the new assistant head coach.
You want our credentials?
They're hanging right there.
I must congratulate you.
For some of you,
it took only four years to destroy
the legacy coach Durham
took 35 years to build.
Nice work.
So, as of today,
all 12 roster spots are avalable.
It doesn't matter if
you played last year.
In three days,
we'll have our final roster.
If you want to be on it,
then I would advise you go hard.
- Skills?
- I would definitely go hard.
- One-on-two drill.
- Everybody line up at half court.
Mama, I'm gonna race
in a soap-opera derby.
What?
- How was your first day?
- Um, horrible.
My first class, like, attacked me,
and I ran out in tears,
and principal Turner had to
finish the rest of my classes.
I'm sorry, Hales.
They were awful, so mean--
especially this one kid,
who was, like,
sexually harassing me.
What? Who was it?
Him.
Hello, there, Mrs. James-Scott.
We'll see you later, okay?
- You're late.
- Yeah?
I'm also your leading scorer.
No, you might have been a
leading scorer on a team
that won three conference
games all last season.
But you are not
my leading scorer-- not yet.
Seattle is on the
clock right now.
We'll get to the commissioner
in regards to their pick.
They going big?
They going small?
Somebody help! Somebody!
- Well...
- Well.
Don't look away.
The second and third
greatest nights of your life
just walked back
into your world.
You looking all rock star
totally does it for me.
Very heroin chic, Nate.
I like it.
What are you guys doing here?
Well, Lucas tells me
that you can walk,
but you need a
little incentive.
So we have come
up with a drill.
For every step you take...
we kiss.
- Hey, it's good to see you.
- We missed you.
Nathan...
What are you guys doing here?
We came to see you and --
Oh, Jamie, sweetie, come here.
There's people I want you to meet.
Come on, it's okay.
This is Brooke and Peyton,
and this is our son, Jamie.
Hey, Jamie. How are you?
Nate?
I missed you.
Man, I've always wanted
one of these things.
- Yeah, me, too.
- Me, too.
I think we should paint it red.
You know, the red racer.
Yo, kid, talk to me about the cape.
What's the real?
- I'm a superhero.
- Is that right?
Why don't you fly to the
kitchen and get me a beer?
So, what's your take on the
team's former leading scorer?
Quentin?
- The kid's pretty good.
- The kid's really good.
Now we just got to figure out if we can
get him to play a team game, you know?
- Can I have pudding?
- You can read, right?
If the pudding says "Junk" or
"Fergie," you can have it.
Thank you.
Hey, and just one, okay?
No, I mean, it's like, I don't
know if they lost all those games
because they didn't have enough
guys on the team like him.
Or maybe they just
lost because of him.
You know who he reminds me of.
Yeah.
Hi, daddy.
Did you see my basketball?
No.
You okay?
"I'm fine, wife.
How was your day?"
"You know, husband, my day really
sucked, but thanks for asking."
And mine didn't?
That's just a little selfish,
don't you think?
No. No, I don't think.
And I didn't see
you lose your dream.
Maybe you need to
open up your eyes.
Where's Jamie? Jamie? Jamie!
This belong to you?
Wine delivery from
New York City.
Wow, I called for that wine
two years ago. Get in here!
Come on.
Can I just ask why you
decided to become a nanny?
Honestly, because I get paid to
work with some really great kids.
Eventually, I'd like to maybe go back to
school and study to be a pediatrician--
someday, when I have someone
else's life and income.
Look, Haley, I know when you
go to interviews like this,
both sides are trying to figure
out how crazy the other person is.
Are you doing that, too?
I get it,
but I've taken enough of your time.
You have my references,
and Jamie seems like a wonderful boy,
so just let me know.
Either way, it was great meeting you.
It was great to meet you, too.
Thank you so much.
Look, mama!
Me and daddy made mud!
I'm sorry. Who am I kidding?
How soon could you start?
Well, imagine that.
- Brooke Davis.
- What time is it?
Like, 8:30.
Oh, no.
I told Haley I'd take Jamie!
That was some wild night, baby.
- What time is it?
- Like, 8:30.
Oh, no, I'm late for work!
Jamie, have you seen my shoes?
I'm supposed to go and pick up--
Jamie.
- What are you doing here?
- Mommy brought me over.
She said not to wake you.
Right.
You ever had a wine hangover?
I had a floppy-eared
bunny named Chester.
I got to go. I'm late for work.
It's great to see you, Brooke.
Hi, Jamie!
Well, well, well.
Somebody just got strike two.
Look, Alice,
I think we got off to the wrong start.
I just want you to know that I'm
honored to be a part of your staff,
and I'm looking forward to
working for you and learning--
I really don't like you.
Well, what can I do
to change that?
Quit... before I fire you.
Jamie, this thing
is really awesome.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
What? Aren't you excited
about your big race?
I guess,
but it's suppose be my car,
and they're not
letting me do anything.
Well, then,
you better stand up for yourself, huh?
What do you mean?
Well, like,
what color do you want it to be?
Red and blue like daddy's,
but they want it red,
like Elmo.
And I hate Elmo.
Grover's so much better.
Grover's blue.
I so agree with you.
Blue it is.
You've got to take a stand, Jamie.
If you start giving in now,
it's just gonna get worse,
trust me.
I'm glad you're my godmother.
Me, too, buddy.
Now let's go get some paint.
Come here!
I got you!
Hi, principal Turner.
Haley, I thought I'd
join you for a few days.
- I can do this on my own.
- I know, but you're young,
and sometimes,
the students take advantage of that.
Let's get you walking,
and then you can run.
Run, run, run! Pick it up!
Blue team, two-on-two zone!
We don't play no zones, coach.
You do, if I say so.
You stay in man to man,
I can do this.
Just take me home, Peyton, okay?
I'm not feeling this today.
Maybe not, but the doctors are.
The doctors weren't the
ones with a piece of glass
in their spine and nerve
damage four f'ing months ago.
Anyway, it's not like I'll
ever play basketball again.
You know what?
First of all,
shut up and take a look around.
You have a life that any one
of these kids would die for.
And what's really sad
is that most of
them probably will.
So, that morning, I'm reading an
article about how she's recently sober,
and that night, she's in the booth
next to me at a club, wasted.
And then my label signs
her to a record deal.
I'm sorry.
I can't be a part of that.
Ladies, here's to not
being a part of it.
Here's to taming my
demonic english class.
No, no, we're not going there
'cause this song is insane.
Yeah.
Mouth!
- My boss hates me.
- So, shut up and dance.
I think that's Lindsey.
Hey. Hey.
Hey, come here! Hi!
- How are you?
- Hey, you.
I want you to meet
my best friend--
not that guy.
I don't know where she went.
So, here's the plan.
I figured we'd do a couple test runs,
you know, work out the kinks.
Then tomorrow night,
Big-Game James here
gonna smoke all
those little brats.
Yeah, boy.
All right,
I give to you the red racer!
The blue bullet.
Brooke helped me.
Yeah.
Look, well, it don't matter.
You ready to try it, Flash?
Figured that much.
So, check this out.
We're gonna use this
mannequin for the first run.
All right.
Let's roll!
Oh, man,
we gonna have to fix that.
- Hi.
- Oh, hi.
- Lindsey.
- Peyton.
I know this is awkward,
but I just wanted to say hi.
And I know I don't know you,
but I feel like I do.
At least,
the version of you from the book.
You seemed really brave.
Thanks.
Anyway, I hope to see
you around, Peyton.
Take care.
Damn it,
I really didn't want to like her.
I know, but she's great, right?
Sorry.
Haley?
- Oh, Carrie, hi.
- Hi.
Oh, my gosh,
I probably look like a boozehound.
I was just celebrating
with some friends.
You look fine. You look great.
Really great.
Thanks.
Listen, I just want you to know that
I appreciate you taking a chance on me.
I'm gonna take good care of Jamie,
I promise.
Oh, I know you will.
You're gonna do just fine.
- Thanks. Well, I'll see you soon.
- Okay, you have a great night.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Bye.
- And, Mouth, who was that?
- Oh, that's Carrie.
She's our new nanny.
I'm sorry. Have you lost your mind?
She cannot be your new nanny.
Why?
Well, for starters, have you
looked at her? She is way too hot.
Okay, you two need to stop.
Why does everything
have to be about looks?
Maybe she's a great nanny
or a great field reporter.
Shouldn't that be the
point and not her looks?
Besides, if Haley doesn't hire her,
I won't get to see her in a bikini.
- Nice.
- Damn, she was hot.
All right. I've got to go, you guys.
I need to check up on Nathan.
Seems like another life.
It was, for you.
I mean, I appreciate you
coming back and everything,
but considering the way your
phone's been blowing up,
you have a very busy,
very great life to get back to.
Okay.
I have a very important
friend who needs me.
Why did you come home, Peyton?
I guess I was looking for
that inspiration I felt
when we wrote our names here,
you know?
I was fearless then, Brooke.
So, what happened to that girl?
That girl became assistant
to the assistant.
So, if you want to be the girl you
thought you could be back then,
start a label, Peyton.
Do it yourself.
I am serious.
Peyton, I want to invest in your label.
I believe in you.
Okay?
Unless that's not really
why you came home.
I'm gonna return those
phone calls real quick.
Ask about the record label.
I'm supposed to ask
about the label.
Yeah, Brooke wants me to
start my own label here.
Are you gonna do it?
I met Lindsey tonight.
She seems wonderful.
How long have you
two been together?
Why didn't you come
to the book signing
in L.A. two years ago?
Wow. This is a great turnout.
Listen, Luke, I know this is
your first book as an author,
but it was also my first book to edit,
and I had the best year doing it.
So, I just wanted to say thank
you and I'm proud of you.
- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.
I guess everybody's
here that's coming.
Hi.
Luke, I knew we
weren't meant to be.
I should get home.
See you.
Thought you'd be asleep by now.
- How was your night?
- Good.
I met Peyton.
Let me ask you something.
Do all of your ex-girlfriends
have to be so damn pretty?
Not like all my
current girlfriends.
"All" better mean "one."
Do you know if they're
back for a while?
Brooke and Peyton?
I don't know.
Brooke wants to help Peyton
start her own record label,
maybe in Tree Hill.
You think she'll be good at it?
Yeah, she'll be great at it.
Then if she needs help,
you should help her.
And I'll try my best not
to be insanely jealous.
Hey, as soon as Brooke and Peyton
get here, we're gonna take off, okay?
I'm not going.
What? James is counting on you.
I don't want anybody
seeing me like this.
Has it occurred to you
that this isn't about you?
Haley, we're here!
So, I have a surprise.
You're gonna like it.
I made Jamie a little
something for his race.
Look, mama!
Oh, my goodness, look at this!
This is a real racing suit!
And I even made you a sponsor,
P. Sawyer.
Oh, yeah?
"Peyton Sawyer, unemployed."
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
I can't wait for
daddy to see me!
Oh, baby, listen,
daddy's just not feeling
very well today. I'm sorry.
He's not coming?
No. I'm sorry.
But everybody else
is gonna be there.
Oh, yeah, I hear your uncle Lucas
is coming, and Skills and Mouth
and all the guys. I'm pretty sure he's
gonna have the biggest crowd there.
- Absolutely.
- Yeah, okay?
- Okay, come on. Come on.
- Let's do it, dude.
Come on, buddy.
Let's win a race.
Go!
Here he is!
There he is,
lightning Jamie Scott!
Hey, cool outfit, man.
So, what's good, man?
You ready to win this thing or what?
Okay, I'm gonna need you to go ahead
and stop yelling and listen to me.
No, you are yelling.
You are yelling, and it's my company!
Why are you yelling at me?
There is a boy here.
Yes, a boy.
And-- No, I don't--
just-- ugh! God!
Can I borrow your phone?
Hi, Millicent, it's me.
No, it's great.
I'm just gonna need a new phone.
Okay, thanks.
Hey, buddy.
So, you're racing for
Clothes Over Bro's now, huh?
Peyton Sawyer, unemployed.
Racers, to your cars!
Let's go get 'em, Flash!
All right, big guy,
here you go.
Be careful, all right?
- Ready?
- Come on, buddy.
All right, here we go.
Good?
Okay, racers, when you're ready,
place both hands on the steering wheel.
Let's go, Big Jamie baby.
You can do it.
Hold up, hold up.
Car 23, are you okay?
I don't want to.
Okay. Mom?
Hey, baby. What's going on?
I don't want to race, mama.
You don't have to, but are you sure?
I think it's gonna be really fun.
I want to talk to Brooke.
What's up, handsome?
I don't want to do it,
but I like my racing suit.
The suit's yours,
but are you sure you don't want to race?
It's my life.
I'm taking a stand. Is that okay?
Yes, that's okay, honey.
Come here.
Sorry, uncle Skills.
It's okay, buddy.
You hear that?
My man is taking a stand,
blazing his own trail.
Follower.
Well, he didn't race.
He was afraid.
You might know
something about that.
We're all afraid.
Yeah, but he's 4, and he needed
his dad, and his dad wasn't there.
Nice work, Dan.
Are you gonna say anything,
or are you just gonna sit there
like you have for
the last four months?
You gonna get drunk,
maybe pout a little, cry?
You don't get it, do you?
I used to be somebody, Haley.
Do you understand that?
Do you understand
what that means?
I used to be Nathan Scott,
and I was great.
And I should have walked away, okay?
I know that, and I didn't do it.
And now I'm nothing,
and I have nothing.
You have nothing?!
You have a beautiful
son who is here!
I am here!
You have got to figure out who
you're gonna be in this, Nathan,
because this version of
you does not work for us.
I cannot keep living
like this, okay?
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
One more night
like this, Nathan,
and I promise you,
you will have nothing!
Little early, don't you think?
Usually don't start my hard
drinking till at least noon.
Come here.
I want to show you something.
I talked to my mom,
and... we decided we
want you to have it.
Rent-free, under
one condition--
that it becomes office
space for your new label.
And I've already talked to Brooke, so I
don't think you have any more excuses.
You know that four years ago
I would have jumped at this.
But what?
Doesn't seem so
cut-and-dry anymore?
'Cause it's not.
I wrote a novel,
and I can't write a second one.
Mouth's boss apparently hates him.
Nathan missed his dream by a breath.
That's life.
So, you couldn't change
the world from Los Angeles.
Change it here.
I know you can do it.
And so do you.
Just think about it.
I was there, Luke.
At your book signing in L.A.
So, I just wanted to say thank
you and I'm proud of you.
- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.
I was there, Lucas.
I was so proud of you.
But we hadn't talked in a long time,
and I saw you with Lindsey,
and I figured you guys were together,
which, clearly, you are, and...
I like her. I do.
But... do you remember when
you first joined the Ravens,
and you took all my sketches
over to Thud without asking?
And do you remember what
you said that night
that you entered the
gym for the first time?
"Your art matters.
It's what got me here."
Yeah.
It's like you touched my soul.
And a few days ago,
I was ready to quit again.
But you saved me with the words
you wrote about me in your novel.
So, if you're struggling
to write the next one...
you should know...
that your art matters, Lucas.
It's what got me here.
Good morning.
Sit down, Mr. Fields.
I think we need a
little break, hmm?
Like, for the rest of the hour.
What do you say, class, huh?
Who's with me?
Any student who walks out
that door fails this quarter.
I'm not gonna stop you.
I'm just gonna fail you.
Say goodbye to extracurricular
activities. Say goodbye to sports,
like basketball.
Do you understand that the rest of
your life is being shaped right now?
It's up to you. You can walk out
that door and fail this class
and just take your chances.
Or you can sit down, listen, and
learn from somebody that's been there.
The choice is yours.
The rest of your
life is a long time.
And whether you know it or not,
it's being shaped right now.
You can choose to blame your
circumstances on fate or bad luck
or bad choices.
Or you can fight back.
I'm Nathan Scott,
and I have too much to lose.
Things aren't always gonna
be fair in the real world.
That's just the way it is.
But for the most part,
you get what you give.
This some kind of joke?
No, I'm afraid you
didn't make the team.
You understand, without me,
you're gonna lose every game.
Oh, I think you're wrong.
But if you are right,
then we're going to lose as a team.
Mr. Fields?
I hear you've been disrupting
your english class.
I wouldn't recommend
you keep that up.
- This ain't over.
- It's "this isn't over."
Let me ask you all a question.
What's worse-- not getting
everything you wished for...
Well, congratulations, men.
You are the new
Tree Hill Ravens.
Let's go to work.
...or getting it,
but finding out it's not enough?
I do love my company. I just...
I want to run it from here.
I know it wasn't the plan.
It's my life.
I'm taking a stand.
Bye.
It's perfect. I'll take it.
Thank you.
Help me with this.
Come here.
The rest of your life is
being shaped right now.
With the dreams you chase...
the choices you make...
Jamie, wake up.
Hey, we're going out, okay?
Get ready.
- Where?
- It's a surprise.
And, hey, buddy,
bring your cape.
...and the person
you decide to be.
You remember why
I gave you that?
We went to dinner
after the signing.
It was our first date.
You coming to bed?
Actually...
I think I'm gonna
write for a while.
That's great, Luke.
You know, son, there's gonna be a lot of
times in your life when you're afraid.
Being afraid is okay,
but if you don't work through that fear,
you might miss out on
some pretty great things.
Are you afraid, daddy?
Sometimes.
- You?
- Sometimes.
Then we'll do this together.
On the count of three.
One, two, three!
The rest of your
life is a long time.
And the rest of your
life starts right now.
My name is Lucas Scott.
Four years ago, I graduated from
high school with my friends.
Brooke Davis moved to New York
City and found success...
Peyton Sawyer to Los Angeles.
I wrote a novel and fell
for my editor, Lindsey.
- Recently, we've come home.
- I missed you, P. Sawyer.
Now Brooke's opening a local
boutique for her fashion line.
Peyton Sawyer is starting
her own record label.
My best friend Haley
started teaching...
That is some fine a**.
- Who said that?
- ...But it hasn't been easy.
Hey, man.
Nor has it been easy for her husband,
Nathan, who in a moment of anger,
watched his dreams of playing
professional basketball vanish.
You have a beautiful
son who is here!
I am here!
One more night
like this, Nathan,
and I promise you,
you will have nothing!
A lot has changed
since high school...
I still love you.
I love you, too, Lucas Scott.
...But in many ways,
our journey is just beginning.
Wow. Did you write all night?
Yeah. I guess I did.
The question is, how much of it
survived the dreaded "delete" button?
Almost all of it.
You must be ready to pass out.
Actually, I'm not tired.
I'm really energized.
The words came to me.
I haven't felt this inspired since...
...since my last book.
I'm glad.
And it's a good thing
you're energized.
Because you have practice
in like eight minutes.
- Off you go, coach.
- That was just mean.
You're a mean person.
You know that, yeah.
Haley, come look at this.
Haley!
Sorry, Haley's not here.
She's at school.
- I'm Carrie, the new--
- The new nanny.
I know. She told me.
Okay, well, I'm gonna make breakfast.
Do you want me to bring you some?
No. I'm good. Thanks.
Hi. Guess where I am?
You're feeling warm and
fuzzy in your new office,
while I'm stuck in incompetent
construction worker hell?
I mean,
it's like they're in slow motion.
Complain all you want,
but I think you're having fun.
Admit it.
I'll admit that I'm enjoying
doing something on my own...
...on my own for once. I can't wait to
see Victoria's face when she sees--
Speak of the devil.
She's on the other line. Of course.
Well, good thing you're
already in hell.
- Call me later.
- Okay.
I was just about to call you.
No, you weren't.
Why haven't I received
your flight itinerary?
Because I've decided to stay
in Tree Hill a few extra days.
We're opening a new store.
I didn't approve a
Tree Hill location.
That doesn't even make sense.
Brooke Davis,
you are jeopardizing this company.
You're the face of the brand, and your
absence can cause irreparable harm.
Now, what the hell
has gotten into you?!
- Home.
- Are you doing drugs?
Because if you are, it's okay.
I can spin this in a good way.
I have to go.
Brooke. Brooke!
Excuse me.
We're gonna keep this.
This belongs here.
Did you just walk
down the stairs?
If by "walking,"
you mean "falling."
You didn't have to come down.
I told you I'd bring you some breakfast.
What is that?
Bacon and eggs.
Yes, it's rearranged into a smiley face.
I do that sometimes.
- I'm an optimist.
- Whatever.
Listen, I need you to
give me a ride somewhere.
- Do nannies do that?
- Sure.
I don't have to pick up
Jamie for a few hours.
Just... let me get your crutches.
And no more falling.
Hey, pick it up, blue!
Let's go!
Hey, coach, you got a sec?
That depends--
are you gonna be one of those teachers
constantly complaining
about my players' grades?
If your players are failing,
you bet your a** I will.
Fair enough.
Grades are the least of
this team's worries.
Oh, my God! Can't be serious.
How's Quentin?
Is he still disrupting your class?
Actually, no.
Quentin has not been in class all week,
and I think it's because he
got kicked off the team.
You can't save 'em all, Hales.
God!
I think your team
looks really good.
The J.V. is the team in white.
In the blue--
yeah, those are mine.
- We're a work in progress.
- Awkward.
I'm gonna go to class now.
I'll see you later.
Haley, how's my
little brother doing?
He's a work in progress.
Finish!
Excuse me.
I found my demo in the trash.
Perhaps you should
have left it there.
I don't think so.
Excuse me?
What did you just say?
Look, maybe I'm not
right for the job, okay?
But my audition demo
doesn't belong in the trash.
I worked really hard on it.
You're right.
That was a mistake...
and I'm sorry.
I meant to put it in
the recycling bin.
Yo, Mouth!
It's early lunch thursday!
Friends at work--
half a strike at least.
Thanks. Nice timing,
by the way.
Hello, Nathan.
It's good to see you, Nathan.
Been a long time.
- 4 years.
- 4 years, 15 weeks, 2 days.
Counting the days is kind of
a popular hobby around here--
that and ceramics.
Tell me about the accident.
It was a moment of anger.
I had a chance to walk away,
and I didn't do it.
And now my punishment is...
I get to regret it every
day for the rest of my life.
Join the club.
My biggest regret's not being able
to watch my grandson grow up,
losing my family--
those are things
you still have.
How is my grandson?
He must be getting big by now.
You got a picture of him?
I'm not here to
talk about Jamie.
I understand.
I just always wondered
if he knows who I am.
He found a picture of you once.
We told him that you
were his grandfather.
He asked where you were.
What'd you tell him?
We told him you were dead.
Can I help you with something?
Hi. Sorry.
No, I just thought I would lounge
here while I'm on my break.
You know, they do have a
teacher's lounge for that, right?
Oh, Luke,
it's so creepy in there.
They're all acting like
they're still my teachers.
I feel like I'm being graded.
- You too, huh?
- Yeah.
So, I hear you rented out your
office space at Tric to Peyton.
Lindsey okay with that?
Yeah, why not?
I don't know. Maybe because Peyton's
not just another ex-girlfriend
and everybody knows that.
Haley, I'm just helping out an
old friend, okay? That's all.
Besides, you know,
Lindsey's not really the jealous type.
Good answer,
because I'm having lunch
with her in a few minutes.
So, this was just a sneak attack?
You're just gathering information?
Yeah, pretty much.
How did I not see this coming?
Because you're a guy,
Luke, and guys are...
...so predictable.
Girls are so predictable.
She's not a girl--
she's a woman.
She is a cougar.
Whatever she is, she hates me,
and it's getting worse every day.
That's called "sexual
tension," dog.
You need to stay
off the internet.
No, I'm serious. Look, last year,
I had this professor, right?
She kept on riding me all semester,
dog, and not in a good way.
But one day,
she started bitching at me after class.
I planted one on her.
You did not.
There's no way you did that.
That's not all I did.
I'm telling you, hook it up.
You have finally lost
touch with reality.
Oh, and by the way,
next time you decide to stop by my work,
try not to yell out
"early lunch thursday!"
Okay.
I'm telling you, I think you're gonna
miss out on some hot cougar love.
Remember the first time you
invited me to lunch here?
Oh, thank you.
Said you wanted to
get to know me better,
but I knew right away,
you were sizing me up.
Oh, I was not.
Haley, you asked me to bring
photocopy of my driver's license.
I was just checking to make sure you
were good enough for my best friend.
Lucas had been through a lot lately,
you know?
- Lucas tell you he wrote all night?
- No, I thought he's been blocked.
- Guess he got inspired.
- Oh, that's good.
Isn't it?
Yeah. Yeah, as his editor,
I'm thrilled, obviously,
but as his girlfriend,
I can't help but notice the timing.
Oh, you're talking about
Peyton coming back?
I sound like a
jealous girlfriend.
No, you don't.
Thank you.
Look, I know Lucas
better than anyone does.
I'm telling you,
he's very much in love with you.
Thanks, Haley.
Okay, now I need you to tell
me that I'm not totally insane
for hiring a hot nanny.
Wow. I'm pretty sure you have more
toys than any other kid on the planet.
You can play with them.
I don't mind.
Thanks.
Daddy doesn't like it
when I play basketball.
- Why not?
- Can you keep a secret?
I'm the best at
keeping secrets.
- Okay, but no telling.
- Okay.
Hey, yeah.
It's good to see everybody
working on their dunks,
considering most of you
can't even make a free throw.
You guys lost 8 games last
year by 3 points or less-- 8.
Now, does anyone know how many
games you won by 3 points or less?
- I do. Zero.
- Oh, that's right-- none.
Now, maybe, if you guys
could've hit a few free throws,
maybe you could've
made the Playoffs.
So, this is how we're gonna
start-- fundamentals.
See this spot?
We're gonna start practice every
day from this line right here.
And any player who can't knock down
three straight free throws in a row
is gonna run... all day.
Who wants to prove me wrong?
Go ahead and start
running, superstar.
Hey, and don't be
high-fiving nobody, either.
Who's next?
You're late.
It's 1:00.
No, it was 1:00 30 seconds ago,
which makes you late--
another strike.
Why do you hate me so much?
Why?
You know, we gave you a
fantastic opportunity here,
but it's so obvious to me that
you think you are above the work.
You don't want to pay your dues.
You come in late.
You pass around your
worthless audition demo.
Somehow, I'm a b*tch
because I've decided
that you haven't earned it yet.
You know what? Why don't you just
face the reality of the situation?
You are wasting your time here.
You are irrelevant,
you are annoying--
And now you're fired.
I know it wasn't easy for you,
coming here. It means a lot to me.
I didn't come here for you.
You know,
as long as I can remember,
you taught me that basketball was the
most important thing in the world.
So when I lost it,
I thought my life was over.
Only trying to give you the
tools you need to succeed.
Yeah, and those tools ended up
preventing me from succeeding.
"Don't ever back down."
"Second place is the first
loser." Do you remember that?
Don't expect me to apologize for teaching
you to play a game that you love,
that you chose.
A game that nearly
destroyed my family.
It's not worth it,
and my family's all I have now.
That's why I'll never
let my son play.
Basketball's taken enough.
You're not on those crutches 'cause I
handed you a basketball when you were 3.
And trust me--
you not letting your son play
is just as bad as
you making him play.
And that's why you're here--
to blame me for what happened to you.
No. I've been sitting at home
for four months blaming you,
and now I'm done.
It's time to move on.
I'm letting go of the anger,
and I'm letting go of you.
I just had to look you in
the eye when I told you that.
I won't be back.
Don't you see, Nathan?
The strength you need to let go of it,
to leave your old man behind--
that's what I taught you.
Lesson learned.
I love you, son.
Wow.
This is officially the coolest
office I've ever been in.
Yeah. Now I just need
to sign a couple bands
and prove to myself it
wasn't all a big mistake.
From what I've heard about you,
I don't think that's gonna be a problem.
I hope you're right.
Oh, this is for you.
It's supposed to
bring good luck.
It's a lucky bamboo.
They don't need much sunlight.
Just make sure you
water it every day.
I will. Thank you.
Well, I hope it all works out.
I know we just met, but I just
wanted you to know that I'm here.
Good to know.
Bye, Peyton.
Are you telling me not one of
them made their free throws?
Let's just put it this way --
we could have built a new
gym with all them bricks.
You know they're counting on us
to turn this thing around, right?
This season.
- They'll get better.
- Yeah?
If they don't,
maybe we can start a track team.
Come on! Keep going!
Run, run, run! Pick it up!
Hey, how'd you get home?
Took a cab.
You took an hour-long cab ride?
That must have cost a fortune.
I would have picked you up.
No, don't worry about it.
I get the handicap discount.
You'd think, in this town, they'd
have a state championship discount.
I went to Pontiac.
You beat us in the championship game.
- I cried for a week.
- Sorry.
So, how does it feel
to be a hometown hero?
I'm not that guy anymore,
all right?
Trust me-- I'm nobody's hero.
You sure about that?
Looks like you're
somebody's hero.
I promised my mom
I'd send her a photo
once you got finished
destroying her caf.
Okay, that's not fair.
I hated doing it.
But I kept the sign.
I'll make sure
I mention it in my e-mail.
So, what made you want to open
up a shop here in Tree Hill?
Same reason you're
coaching the Ravens.
It's home.
And it's good to be home.
- What do you think?
- I got to be honest --
I think it's the perfect way to
continue the legacy of Karen's Caf.
I'm just amazed at how quickly
you got this place together.
You're very impressive,
Brooke Davis.
Yeah, that's what they tell me.
So, is it everything
you imagined?
Having your own fashion line?
Today it is.
Ask me again tomorrow.
Hey, so this is it, huh?
You're doing it.
Yeah, hopefully,
it's just the beginning.
Wow, I can say I was
here when it all started.
Maybe I should steal something
to commemorate the occasion.
Well, if there's
no stopping you...
- Bamboo.
- Lucky bamboo.
It was from Lindsey.
- Lucas' Lindsey?
- Is that her nickname or something?
This is actually
really nice of her.
- Suspiciously nice.
- Oh, stop it. Keep this.
It really did just feel like she was
coming over here to mark her territory.
And then she said,
"I just wanted you to know I'm here."
So she was letting you know that,
if you need anything,
she's here to help.
She was letting me know
she's not going anywhere.
I got to be honest with you.
That just really doesn't sound like her,
but, I mean,
even if she is doing that
and marking her territory,
what difference does it make?
It's not like you came back
to town for Lucas, right?
No. I did not come back here for
Lucas-- I came back here for me.
Good. That's what I thought.
So, who's this band?
Great sound check.
Yeah, really great.
They're local...
and they're unsigned.
You can tell that just
by looking at them?
Well, four years in L.A.
at least gave me that.
Well, what do you think?
I love the house,
especially the furniture.
I love the coffee table.
We found that in Greece
two summers ago.
I want it.
You... want the coffee table?
I want everything --
the house, the furture,
and if you can be gone in an hour,
I'll throw in an extra $30,000.
Enjoy your new house!
You didn't want Beasley,
did you?
No. You can keep Beasley.
There's a roast in the oven.
I love roast.
Bye.
You must be lost.
No, actually, I've spent more time
on this court than you ever will.
I want you to come
back to school.
Ain't nothing left
for me up there.
"Isn't anything left."
And there's more to life
than basketball, Quentin.
I mean, you --
you got to graduate.
What's it matter to you?
Listen to me. Half the kids that
drop out of high school have no job,
and the ones that do earn a job earn 25%
less than the kids that stayed in school
and 63% less than the ones
that graduated college.
So, for me, it doesn't matter,
but for you, Quentin,
it matters a lot.
I'm not kidding.
Or maybe you're just hot for me,
Mrs. James-Scott.
All right, I tried.
Thank you for meeting with me.
What is this about?
Well, I think you guys
are really great.
Look, I'm kind of tired,
so if this is just some fan-club crap...
Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry.
Please, sit down.
I own my own record label, and I
would really love to sign you guys.
Why should we sign with you?
Well, I was in L.A. for the last
four years working at a major label,
but I decided to leave because I
thought I could do better on my own.
And when I hear bands like yours,
I know I can.
The majors are a mess right now,
and so, if you sign with me,
I'm gonna do everything
I can to make sure
you guys get to be
where you want to be.
So, what other
bands do you have?
As of right now?
I mean, there's nobody yet.
I wanted you guys
to be my first.
Look, my ex-girlfriend told
me the same thing prom night.
She was a lying b*tch.
We're gonna pass, but thanks.
Lucky bamboo.
Peyton. Hi.
You just missed Lucas.
Actually, I came by to see you.
Great. What's up?
Why did you bring me
that lucky bamboo?
- Well, I just wa--
- No, I'll tell you why.
You were marking your territory,
and that's okay. I get it.
But for the record,
I am not after Lucas, okay?
- I didn't think you were.
- Then, what do you want?
'Cause, seriously,
people are just not that nice.
Peyton, my whole life,
I wanted to be an editor,
so when I made it, a friend of mine
gave me a lucky bamboo for my office.
Now, I'm not naive enough to
think that I found my way
because of some
plant on my desk,
but that plant was a symbol
that I had finally made it.
That's all I was
trying to give you --
a reminder of the first day
you started living your dream.
It's good to know
you're not after Lucas.
Good luck.
Man, you ain't
gonna believe this.
I guess they got
tired of running.
Or they just got
tired of losing.
Nice work, coach.
You too, coach.
How's the physical
therapy going?
It hurts.
Good. No pain, no gain.
You sound like my dad.
Sorry. I used to be
a personal trainer.
I am full of motivational
catch phrases.
That's who you were visiting
yesterday at the prison --
it was your dad, right?
I'd rather not talk about it.
Does Haley know you
went to see him?
No, she doesn't.
And I'd like to keep it that way.
I'm not here to meddle.
Unless I'm invited in,
I mind my own business.
But if she asks me,
I won't lie.
That's fair.
And listen,
it's good that you're here.
I've pretty much been a jackass
for the past few months,
and Haley deserves better.
I know it's been
really hard on her.
You know, if you want to do
something nice for Haley,
you might want to try
investing in a razor.
So, maybe I don't
have any other bands.
There's something my label has
that the others don't-- me.
And I have a lot of experience,
more than you'd think.
And the other thing that I have
that none of the other labels have
is an interest in you guys.
I can have you in a
recording studio tomorrow.
So if it is really
about the music,
you might want to reconsider.
Have a good show.
Before I go,
I need to say something.
Of course you do.
You're like a bug that
can't be squashed.
You never gave me a chance.
You hated me from the start
because of how I look.
It's always about
how people look.
I mean, take you.
You dress all uptight, hiding your
hot body behind your cold personality.
But at the end of the day,
you know you got it.
You know, go hire your hot anchor
and hang out with your hot friends
and be hot, but you'll never
know what you're missing,
'cause I'm good at what I do,
and I'm gonna prove you wrong.
- That was kind of hot.
- Yeah.
- Tough day?
- Yeah.
I can't remember the
last one that wasn't.
I just think I'm realizing
that I can't help everybody,
and I still somehow
feel responsible.
I don't know why I keep trying.
Maybe I'm avoiding this --
you know, coming home.
That's such a terrible thing to say,
I know.
It hasn't been easy.
Well, you should go inside.
There's someone
waiting to see you.
Jamie --
he's such a good boy, isn't he?
- Bye.
- Bye. Thank you.
Jamie.
Where'd you go, Jimjams?
What is this?
It's the beginning.
Of what?
Of the way it's
gonna be from now on.
I know that it's gonna take
a lot more than dinner...
...but I figured
it's a start, right?
I've missed you.
So, how was your day?
Oh, enough about me.
How was your day?
Yeah, how was your day, mama?
Oh, my day just
got a lot better.
Well, I'm starving. Let's eat.
Lets' eat. Give me that plate.
Well, I can't vouch for any of this,
because Jamie made it all.
Oh, no.
Brooke, this place looks great.
Think, if I can't sign any bands soon,
maybe I can get a job here?
I'm sorry, darling, you're not nearly
bitchy enough to work in one of my stores.
Oh, I don't know about that.
I have references.
- Just ask Lindsey.
- Lucas' Lindsey?
- Does everyone call her that?
- Were you mean to her?
No, she was marking her territory,
and I just called her on it.
- She thinks I'm after Lucas.
- She said that?
She didn't have to--
it was obvious.
She showed up with this,
like, bad-luck bamboo thing
and a story about how it was,
like, a symbol of my dream,
but I'm pretty sure it
was just to guilt-trip me.
- Peyton--
- And then-- get this--
she says to me,
"I just want you to know, I'm here."
What is that?! I mean,
you're opening up your own store,
and does she bring
you a lucky bamboo?
- I'm such a b*tch.
- Look on the bright side --
now I'd hire you to work in
one of my stores in a second.
- No, really, I suck.
- Yeah, you do.
Matter of fact, it's a wonder
that you have any friends at all,
but you do. Come with me.
So, the entire class stands up,
and I said,
"any student that walks out
that door fails this quarter."
- You didn't say that.
- I totally did.
You're, like --
you're, like, the mean teacher.
That's kind of hot.
Well, well, don't you think it's a
little past your bedtime, mister?
I think so.
Hey, I'll tell you what --
since it's a special occasion,
I think we should stay up a little
later tonight, unless you're too tired.
- No, I'm not tired!
- Okay. Come here.
I was thinking maybe
we could go outside
and shoot around
with this thing.
Is that something you'd
like to do with me?
I don't know.
- Yeah. I don't really know, either.
- No, no, no! Play!
All right, well, let's see if you're
ready. Show me your jump shot.
Nice! Nice arc.
Use that follow-through.
There you go.
Surprise.
You rented a house?
Well, not exactly.
Brooke, you did not
just buy this house.
- What are you thinking?!
- What-- you don't like it?
No, it's incredible!
Good, 'cause that's your room.
Oh, my God!
Your son left this
for you earlier.
Try one more time.
Beautiful. That was awesome.
You'll be doing that on
10-foot baskets someday.
All right, let's see some more.
Nice!
So, we're gonna
give you a chance.
Don't let us down.
I won't.
I've been putting on a brave
face for a few weeks now.
You have these two gorgeous
ex-girlfriends back in town,
and I'm trying so hard
to be okay with it,
but I have to ask you a question,
and I promise, I'll never ask it again.
Should I be worried about us?
Lindsey... I love you.
That is never gonna change.
You have nothing
to worry about.
Hey, you know what?
I just thought of something.
What if Lucas' Lindsey
gave you a lucky bamboo
because she was marking her
territory with you, too?
Let it go.
I'm calling her "Lucas'
Lindsey" now. God.
Look at the view.
Look, this place is
beautiful, but...
But?
I just worry I'm keeping
you from your life.
I know you came
down here for me.
You know, in New York,
I had everything I thought I wanted--
money, celebrity, success.
But you know what
I didn't have?
Sunrise with my best friend.
Well, isn't that sweet?
What are you doing here?
When you stupidly charge
a house to the company,
we have to confirm the address.
Vacation's over.
It's time to get back to work.
Forget it. I'm staying here.
Stop being a spoiled brat.
There's a flight in a few hours. I will be
on it, and you will be sitting next to me.
- No, I'm not going back.
- Brooke.
Mother.
I'll see you on the plane,
my dutiful daughter.
Goodbye, Peyton.
Goodbye, Mrs. Davis.
Well, your mom's still a b*tch.
What are you gonna do?
My name is Lucas Scott.
Four years ago, I graduated from
high school with my friends,
and we all went
our separate ways.
Recently, we've all come home.
My ex-girlfriend Peyton is
starting a new record label...
So we're gonna give you a chance.
Don't let us down.
I won't.
...and getting to know my
new girlfriend, Lindsey...
- sort of.
- Peyton, hi.
You just missed Lucas.
Yeah, actually,
I came here to see you.
But for the record,
I'm not after Lucas, okay?
Haley just hired a nanny
for her son, Jamie.
Look, mama.
Me and daddy made mud.
I'm sorry. Who am I kidding?
How soon could you start?
Because her husband, Nathan's,
been in a wheelchair,
but now seems to be recovering
in more ways than one.
- What is this?
- I figure it's a start, right?
I've really missed you.
Mouth started a job...
and other things with
his new boss, Alice.
Brooke opened a local
store for her fashion line,
but she also found that sometimes
your problems follow you home.
What are you doing here?
Vacation's over.
It's time to get back to work.
No. I'm not going back.
- Brooke.
- Mother.
I'll see you on the plane,
my dutiful daughter.
Like I said,
we're all home now,
maybe hoping that the
things we were looking for
were right here in
Tree Hill all along.
Heya, roomie.
So, I've got a plan on
how we deal with Victoria.
- Really?
- Ready?
I'll get the shovel,
and you get 10 feet of rope.
- Too much?
- Maybe.
And what about you?
Don't you have a band to turn
into rock stars or something?
Yes. Today is our
first day in-studio.
I've got to do some other
stuff beforehand, though.
Okay.
Good luck.
Brooke.
You're doing great.
Much as some of us fight it,
our parents have a
mystical hold over us--
the power to affect our thoughts
and emotions the way only they can.
It's a bond that
changes over time
but doesn't diminish,
even if they're half
a world away...
...or in another
world entirely.
It's a power we never
fully understand.
We're left only to wonder
that when our time comes,
what kind of hold will
we have on our children?
Daddy, can we play
ball again? Now?
No, not right now, sweetie.
Maybe later.
Thank you.
I want to play every day.
He shoots. He scores.
Straight to the hole, playas.
Okay. I guess we got to stop
leaving him with Skills.
Come on, champ.
There's a bath with your name on it.
So how are you doing?
I'm trying.
There's good days and bad days, right?
It's a good thing we don't
have to worry about money,
but I got to figure
out what I'm gonna do.
Not all of us can have it
together all the time.
If you only knew.
I thought you had
those kids in line.
You remember Quentin?
The one that walked out
after I threatened
to fail him?
Next thing I know,
he got cut from the basketball team
and he stopped
showing up at school.
- That's not your fault.
- Yeah, but I'm a teacher.
I'm supposed to be saving these kids,
not running them off.
I tried to talk with him,
but he wouldn't listen to me.
Oh, maybe if he...
had somebody he
could relate to.
Whatever you're thinking,
stop it.
Come on.
Haley, I'm the last person that
should be giving anybody a talk.
You're, like, a basketball God
or something to these guys.
And you're not a teacher,
which will really help.
I think he might listen to you.
- All right. I'll think about it.
- Thank you.
For what it's worth, I think it
might give you another good day.
- Really?
- Yeah.
So, are you bringing back the mullet,
or what?
You know, you're really hot when you're
not yelling about how much I suck.
See you at work.
- Don't be late, okay?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Do you ever knock?
- What's that?
- I don't smell anything.
- Perfume.
Yeah, Chanel 5 elixir --
choice of a classy older woman.
Ooh! Claw marks! Somebody
tussled with a cougar last night!
You're out of your mind.
It was your boss lady,
wasn't it?
Damn, I knew it!
Office dragon lady by day,
sex machine to entry-level
chumps by night.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
My boy,
you need to ask for a raise!
Okay, guys. We open in a day,
so how is it possible that
the light panel doesn't work?
I don't see luggage.
So... this is why
you disappeared
from your work and your
life and your family--
for a half-built shop in the
middle of a half-dead town.
Don't say that.
Tree Hill's home.
Not anymore. Get in the car.
- No.
- Brooke--
Just listen to me, please.
For the last couple of years,
you have told me
what to do, who to date,
what to say.
And I've let you because you are the
brains behind this whole operation.
And the company didn't
seem to suffer.
I agree, and I am grateful,
but I've learned a lot,
and I know that I can do this.
Just give me a chance
to prove it to you.
All right.
All right.
I can't force you to
go back to New York.
If this is what you really want,
I'll respect your decision.
Thank you.
I should commend you for
opening a shop yourself.
Just dealing with the inventory,
the catering, and the publicity...
but I'm sure you've taken
care of all that by now.
Of course.
Millicent? Hi. It's me.
I need your help.
What brings the great Nathan
Scott around here, huh?
Checking out the
next big thing?
That crossover wouldn't work in the
NBA or college, but it's not bad.
Yeah. You got any suggestions?
Could try the fadeaway.
The fadeaway's weak.
So...
...I heard you mixed it
up back in your day, huh?
Girls. Bookies.
A little point-shaving.
That was a long
time ago, Quentin.
Oh, you ain't got to explain
nothing to me, playa.
People like you and me, man,
we're just misunderstood.
Is that why you
dropped out of school?
Teachers didn't get you?
You should be thankful.
One more year,
I'd have broke your scoring record.
Maybe there's something
we can do about that.
Why do you always look extra sexy
right before you're about to leave?
Oh, because I'm mean like that.
I'll be back from
New York late sunday.
Try and stay out of
trouble while I'm gone.
Come on. What kind of trouble
could I get in without you?
Hi.
Change of plans.
That was a joke. Sorry.
It's okay. I deserve it.
Lucas is getting dressed,
but he'll be out in a sec.
Actually, I wanted to
apologize for yesterday.
You were being nice,
and I got bitchy and weird,
- and I'm really sorry.
- Don't worry about it.
Okay.
Anyway, Brooke's having
her store opening tomorrow,
and I didn't know if maybe
you wanted to go together.
We could go get dinner beforehand and--
clean slate, you know?
I'd love to, but I'm about to
hop on a plane to New York.
Actually, Lucas is going.
You two should go together.
He hates going to
those things alone.
I couldn't. I'm sorry.
Honestly, I would just feel way
too guilty after how I behaved.
I know. I'm counting on it.
Besides, you'd have to be a pretty
awful person to do what you did
and then hit on my boyfriend
while I'm out of town.
Like you said, clean slate.
You two have fun.
Nathan Scott--
standing up and looking good.
How's it going?
You know-- everybody expecting us to
turn this thing around this season,
so the pressure's on.
If anybody can do it,
it's you and Lucas.
True dat.
But we ain't miracle workers.
Hey, little bro.
You look great.
Feel terrible.
I just wanted to thank you for
being there for Haley and Jamie.
Don't worry about it.
So, you here to teach these
kids how to win a championship?
I have an idea on
where to start.
You could put Quentin
back on the team.
Haley put you up to this.
She's got a thing
for lost causes.
And I watched the kid play.
He's really good.
I'm not saying the kid
doesn't have talent.
The fact is,
I don't have time to coach him
or deal with his crap or teach
him to play an unselfish game.
Okay. What if I did?
You're gonna come to practice?
Every practice?
Every day, five days a week?
If that's what it takes.
All right.
I'll do it for you,
but not for him.
- Welcome back, Nate.
- Thanks, man.
All right. Three-man weave.
Line it up.
He, guys! Guys! That's great.
That sounds really good.
Jason, maybe this time,
let's play a little bit slower.
I think it'll make it more intense,
you know?
- Sure thing.
- Cool.
Hey, guys, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I think that's the same tempo.
Yeah, it is.
All right.
Maybe I wasn't clear.
Look, these are
my songs, Peyton.
We play them my way.
Nobody's gonna change that.
Hi. I'm so sorry I'm late.
- Hi, mom.
- Hi, baby.
Ooh, I love you.
I had a mountain of papers to grade.
I just have a couple more rands to run,
and then I'll take
Jamie out of your hair.
Actually, I saw your to-do list on
the fridge and thought I'd help out.
I picked up the dry cleaning.
Nathan's prescription's on the counter.
And we baked dairy-free brownies
for Jamie's playdate with Chuck.
He's lactose-intolerant.
Yes, he is. I totally spaced
about his playdate. I'm so sorry.
Don't sweat it.
That's what I'm here for.
Have a lactose-free afternoon.
- Bye, mama.
- Bye.
All right, guys.
Let's pick up the pace, please.
We're shorthanded as it is.
Thank you.
Well, well... you know, this morning
I was half expecting you to disown me.
Oh, Brooke,
I want what's best for you.
Someday you'll realize that.
So, what can I do?
I'm offering my help if you want it.
Good God. What is that?
That is my assistant Millicent.
Tell me again why you have an assistant
who dresses like a slavic bag lady.
Stop it. She's great.
And what you can do to help
me is do inventory with her.
Hi, Victoria.
I'm really excited to be here.
Call the New York office. I want
the latest couture line brought in.
Absolutely. How many pieces?
All of them.
- But why--
- Go!
I just don't understand how someone
who can write such soulful songs
can be such a d*ck, you know?
These are awesome.
At least the band sounds good,
you know?
Yeah, but something's not right,
you know?
I mean, they have magic, but...
Anyway, I know you're
super swamped,
but if I can borrow you
for like two hours...
Hales, you should do it.
I don't know.
I've got the housework and Jamie.
Oh, yeah. It's too bad we don't
have somebody to take care of that,
like-- I don't know--
maybe a nanny?
Just go.
Okay.
Cool.
You wanted to see me?
Close the door.
Let me guess, huh?
You want me back, right?
Take your feet off my desk.
Oh, man, I get it.
Local boy becomes coach,
feels pressure to win big,
needs a star player
to make it happen.
Yeah, I guess
I could help you out.
Let me tell you
how it's gonna go.
I'm the coach. You do what I say,
and I do not ask you twice.
For instance, there's the
matter of your feet on my desk.
I'm building a team.
You play your part
and do as I say
or you are gone.
Just so we're clear.
We both know I'm the best
shooting guard in the state,
so why don't we just
cut the crap, huh?
I'm not playing
no zone defense.
Matter of fact,
I might not play no defense at all.
And on offense, I need my minutes,
so I'm'a play when I want
and I'm'a sit when I want.
And that weak-a** point guard?
Find somebody that's gonna
feed me the ball, man.
You do that,
you can stand on the sideline,
hold your little clipboard,
and watch me work.
And when we win,
I might even let you take the credit.
Oh, you can call me "Q," coach.
I like you, man, but, uh,
that's how it's gonna go.
Just so we're clear.
Yeah. You're right.
I mean, they're definitely raw,
but there's something there.
Yeah.
- Do you mind if I--
- No. Be my guest.
Just watch out
for Jason. He's...
That's Jason.
You guys sound amazing.
The hook is really great.
I think this might be a
little repetitive, just...
...over and over, and if you try
and alternate the verses
with something just
even as simple as--
Yeah. Yeah, exactly.
That's great but if it's all the same
to you, I think we'll do it my way.
- Well, I'm really liking this.
- Oh, you're talking now?
Thought your lesbian girlfriend
was calling the shots.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to step on you creatively.
- I just have some experience--
- Playing the church organ?
Actually, she's had
a major record deal
and a billboard hit and
a sold-out national tour,
whereas you are the lead singer
of a band
that plays
for free beer in dive bars.
So yes,
you could benefit from her.
Whatever. I'm taking
a smoke break.
No, Jason.
You have one hour left in the studio.
So, Mouth,
saw you coming out of Alice's office.
You did?
Boy, she must have
really worked you over.
Hey, man, hey--
don't let it get to you, okay?
Alice hates everyone.
Look, we got a good, solid crew here,
but you'd never know it.
Not the way she tears into us.
Yeah, she does like
calling the shots.
Yeah, well, she's lucky
she's so hot, huh?
You know, I just wish someone
would stand up to her someday.
I'm really sorry about Jason.
It's okay. I've worked with
self-centered musicians before.
- Chris Keller ring a bell?
- Only his own.
You know, if you're open to it,
I'd really like to
work with them.
Like produce the record?
- Aren't you kind of busy?
- Yeah, a few days ago I was.
But then Carrie came around and
I actually had time to think.
You know what I realized?
I'm 21 years old.
Nathan and I got married
and had Jamie so young,
and it feels like we
already lived our lives,
but we're just starting
out like everybody else is.
And just because I'm a wife
and a mother and a teacher,
it doesn't mean I can't
achieve some self-transcendence
- by doing something else that I love.
- Well, guess what.
Job's yours,
so calm down, okay?
Thank you very much.
All right, guys.
Come and get it.
Now, words cannot express
how much I appreciate you all
being here on a friday night
doing manual labor,
so I'm just gonna say this--
do not get food
on the clothes.
Millicent will be distributing
handi wipes-- use them.
Break's over in 20 minutes,
and I love you all.
It's good to see that success
and fame hasn't changed her.
You should have seen
her at cheer camp.
Hey, how's the new band going?
I thought it was gonna be all
good times and groovy tunes,
and nobody warned me about obnoxious,
self-righteous musicians.
You've always been capable of a lot more
than you've given yourself credit for.
So, what do you think?
Truthfully, this afternoon
I didn't think it could be done.
But somehow,
you have pulled it off.
You should feel very proud.
I'm glad you're here for this.
Me too.
Hi, Mrs. Davis.
I just want to tell you
I think it's really great
you're supporting Brooke's
decision to stay.
I know it means so much to her.
Of course I support
my daughter.
But let's be clear.
The only reason that Brooke
returned to this backwater town
is because her loser friend
couldn't cut it in Los Angeles.
That's why I'm here--
to make sure that my daughter
is not completely exploited by
her parasitic so-called friend.
So you get your little act together
before you ruin her life, too.
Wow, Mia. That's really great.
Did you write it?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Jason writes all our songs.
Has the band
ever played it?
Really, it's --
it's nothing, you know?
Jason writes all
our stuff, so...
Four passes before you shoot.
Four passes before you shoot.
What y'all gonna do about that?
Yeah, that's right-- nothing.
That's for you, playa.
- He's all yours.
- Jeez.
Can I cut him?
The store looks
really great, Brooke.
I can't believe your friends
pulled an all-nighter.
I know.
They're pretty wonderful.
But I bet you have friends
who'd do the same for you.
I don't have a lot of
real friends in New York.
Yeah. Well, neither do I.
Now, I have a question.
There's a lot more high-end stuff in
the store than I remember ordering.
- Did we--
- Actually, Victoria--
Victoria asked you to fix
the window display yesterday.
A little less chit-chat,
a little more work, yes?
She's very frumpy.
We should fire her.
Stop.
Hey, if you cannot
fix this crappy feed,
then pick up your next check
at the unemployment office.
It's not his fault.
What was that?
It's not his fault
the feed's off.
If you'd let people here do their
jobs right in the first place,
maybe things would run better.
In my office.
Never talk back to me in
front of the crew again.
But that was kind of hot.
If it ain't my biggest fan.
You need to start listening
to your coaches, Quentin.
They need me more than
I need them, man.
Only reason you're back on that team
is because I'm vouching for you.
I don't remember asking
you for no help.
Hey... I get it, okay?
I used to be just
like you, Quentin.
Okay.
But it's not gonna
help you win games.
More importantly, it's not gonna help
your relationships with other people.
Other people?
Who needs other people
when you got this?
Keep thinking like that
and you're gonna blow it.
You listen to me,
I'll get you to the State Championship.
Look, man,
I gave you respect 'cause you got game--
had game.
But now you're just an old gimpy-a**
has-been trying to tell me what to do.
Jason, you can't keep
doing this, man.
- Doing what?
- Showing up late.
Studio time costs money,
and it's by the hour.
So? It's not my money.
Okay. You're not gonna become a rock
star by having a few decent melodies.
You actually have to have
hard work and dedication.
Whatever.
All right. You know what?
You can go.
- I can go?
- Yes. I'm dismissing you from the band.
You are not needed any longer.
You're dismissing me
from my own band?
Yes, only it's not
your band anymore.
I just kicked you out.
We'll see about that.
You cannot kick him out of the band!
He is the band!
Haley, Brooke put up a lot
of money for this, okay?
I quit my job.
I asked you to produce the band,
not break them up,
and without Jason,
I have no band!
Just hear me out,
because you said that there was
something magical about their sound
and you couldn't figure
out what it was, right?
- It's Mia.
- Who?
Mia-- she's the
keyboard player.
She's the magic, Peyton,
and I'm telling you,
her spark is getting squashed
by this a** of a singer.
I knew we shouldn't have
signed with your crap label!
Peyton, I know how
important this is to you.
I promise you I am not wrong.
Jason...
you're fired.
What the--
Stupid, stupid label.
Can't win.
You know what?
You can come with me or stay and suck.
Thanks, dog.
That's what I thought.
Mia, let's go.
Mia, if you stay,
you're gonna make a great record.
I'll help you.
Mia, now.
- I think I'm gonna stay.
- You're an idiot.
Don't call me an idiot!
And stop playing the ballads.
Those are mine.
You know what?
You just made a big mistake.
All of you.
Later, bitches.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.
You look amazing.
Okay. I'm sorry. Is this weird?
Because it feels really weird.
Okay. Look.
We had a relationship. Okay?
We can't pretend that we didn't.
But...
before that,
we were really close friends.
There's no reason we
can't have that again.
Right?
Right.
Brooke, how awesome is this?
I know. I think
that the whole town showed up.
I can't blame them. There hasn't been
a party here since... well, ever.
- Can't believe I got in looking like this.
- Oh, stop. Where's Lindsey?
She's in New York.
I came with Peyton.
That is some dress.
I don't know.
You don't think it's too sexy?
It's not something a respectable
wife or mother would wear.
You should definitely get it.
- The dress is on me.
- No. I can't let you do that.
I can do anything I want.
It's my party.
Think of it as a present for taking
such good care of my godson.
Sorry I don't have
anything for you, Nate.
That's a present for me, too.
And these press kits
look just... pathetic.
Coming from you,
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Hey, don't let it get to you.
I have a bitchy boss, too.
On my first day at work,
she told me she hated my face.
Victoria threw a
snakeskin purse at me.
Mine threw me against the wall.
- You must hate her.
- Yeah, kind of.
I have to go.
Oh, I know you.
You're one of my daughter's
ill-chosen love interests.
You must be very
proud of Brooke.
I can't believe all
she's accomplished.
Yes, and her taste
has greatly improved.
Thank God.
If you'll excuse me.
- Oh, don't take it personally.
- She just--
Verbally punched you
in the goodies? Yeah.
That's how she says hi.
And I thought Brooke was being dramatic
when she talked about her mom.
Nope. All true.
Hey, P. Sawyer, I need you.
What's up?
I have a little
something for you.
It's a present to say thanks
for helping me with everything.
Brooke, I love it,
but you do not have to do this.
You've already done
so much for me.
So, how are things with Lucas?
What do you mean?
Peyton, you asked me to be honest
with you about why I'm staying,
and I need you to do
the same with me, okay?
Okay.
Lucas seems really happy right now.
And we like Lindsey, and...
It's just not high
school anymore.
It's not about Lucas, okay?
Okay. Good.
'Cause the cute bartender's
been eyeing you all night.
Hey. Man, I've been looking
everywhere for you.
- Your sexy boss lady is here.
- I know. I saw her...and her date.
Man, don't feel bad about that.
Cougars go after
all kind of prey.
You can't change that.
That's like telling a
rainbow not to be colorful.
Yeah, well, I didn't sign up to
be some meaningless plaything.
I'm done with this.
See ya.
Mind if I call her?
Ready to go?
Actually, I think
I'm gonna stay. So...
good night.
He's not good enough for you.
- Don't do that!
- Do what?
"He's not good
enough for you"?!
I don't want you saying things
like that to me, Lucas!
That's not fair to me!
That's not fair to
Lindsey, either!
How does it feel?
Oh, you know, before we opened,
I could only think
about the displays and the catering,
and then the crowd came in,
and I got to share what
I do with the people I love,
and it was...amazing.
Well, here is to
a job well done.
Thank you.
So, how did the store do?
Let's find out.
Well?
We sold a couple scarves,
some handbags.
No gowns? A suit?
Not even a dress?
Well...
No. I don't think you sold one
high-dollar piece all night.
In fact, if you factor
in the party expenses
and all the pieces
you gave away,
I believe your store has run
the biggest opening-day deficit
in our company's history.
At least it wasn't
a complete disaster.
Where is she? You!
Whatever your name is,
pack up the inventory and ship it to
our Houston store. They're expecting it.
They're expecting it?
You knew this was gonna happen?
Darling, you've never
had a head for business.
That's why I've tried
to protect you from it.
High-end lines don't do well
in sleepy little towns.
Beautiful things
die in Tree Hill.
Why do you think we left?
I don't believe this.
I know how much
this meant to you.
And if you had sold just
one couture piece...
I'd consider letting
you keep the store.
But you didn't.
Brooke?
I'd like to buy this dress.
No. It's too much.
I think it's worth every cent,
and I want to pay for it.
Oh, my goodness.
I believe in you, Brooke.
So you see,
I'm not just buying a dress.
What I'm buying is
a whole lot more.
This changes nothing.
Our first real check.
I'm gonna have to frame this.
But if you frame it,
you can't cash--
Oh, good,
'cause it definitely would have bounced.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Sounds great.
You couldn't stay
away either, huh?
Honestly, I think
I'm gonna throw up.
What if I'm not worth it?
You are.
I really believe that,
but you've got to believe it,
too, you know?
Yeah.
Oh, don't worry.
We'll face all of
this... tomorrow.
So, where's this
song go after that?
It goes back up to the "D."
What if you go to the "E"?
It might give it a
little diversity.
Yeah.
Yeah. Let me try that.
When you get a chance,
I'd love to see that dress on you.
- Night, mama.
- Oh, going to bed already?
I haven't seen you all day.
Oh, I miss you.
Okay. Go upstairs.
I'll be up in a minute, all right, bud?
I just want to
talk with Carrie.
Oh, okay. Sure.
All right, buddy.
You ready to go to bed?
All right.
Is everything okay?
Actually, everything's great.
I'm getting back into music,
and Nathan's healing,
Jamie's never been happier.
And most importantly,
I'm actually starting to feel
like we're a family again.
I'm glad to hear that.
You had a lot to do with it.
So if I haven't said it a
hundred times already, I just--
thank you.
What are you doing here?
I saw you at the Clothes
Over Bro's opening.
Who's the guy?
My gosh. Are you jealous?
My private life is
my own business,
but just so you know,
he was completely boring.
I'm here at work, aren't I?
What are you working on?
I'm trying to find some new
weekend segment reporters.
I think I have some
really good candidates.
So let me ask you something.
Your place or mine?
Brooke, what's wrong?
The store is a total failure.
What are you talking about?
I didn't sell one
real piece tonight.
I sold a dress, but it was a pity
purchase and it doesn't count.
And the worst part is that
Victoria saw this all coming.
My mother's right-- when I'm left up
to my own devices, I'm a failure.
No. Hey, listen to me.
You were never a failure, okay?
I mean, you won
three cheerleading competitions,
and what did Victoria
have to say about that?
Oh, wait.
Nothing, 'cause she wasn't there.
She also wasn't there when you won the
miss June Bug title at the county fair
or when you were elected
student-body president.
Brooke, if you're a failure,
what does that make me?
Pretty lame, I guess.
Okay.
I don't want to talk
about my night anymore.
Tell me about
the dishy bartender.
I wasn't really feeling it.
Lindsey. Hi.
I miss you.
How's the writing going?
Slow, sluggish, and plodding.
Mostly just messing around
with my online thesaurus.
Appartly.
I was doing some organizing,
and look what I found.
That was a long time ago.
You know what I love about it?
That smile on your face.
I don't think I've ever
seen you look so happy.
Makes me wonder if maybe
you were happier then.
Before the book was published.
Before you moved back home.
- Before us.
- Lindsey...
...you make me so happy.
Really? You wouldn't
change anything?
Not a thing.
Tomorrow night,
you play for the Division II title.
However, in my opinion,
you can go up against
any college squad
in the nation.
Now, for those of you who
have won a championship,
I don't have to remind you
how good it makes you feel.
The rest of you will
just have to trust me.
Now, I want you to go home
and hit the sheets--
preferably alone.
Coach.
Go home, Luke.
Actually, I was thinking I was
gonna watch a little bit more tape.
Lucas, you've been a great
assistant coach this year
and someday you're gonna
take over the team,
but for now,
you take orders from me.
Go home and go to bed.
All right.
And no late-night cyber
chats with long-distance blondie.
All right.
There's my little track star.
- Oh, sweetie, he is--
- Ball.
Did you hear that?
He just said "ball."
I swear he just said "ball."
He said "ball," man.
- He's definitely your son!
- And he's a lucky kid.
You look more and more
like me every day.
Say it again. Say it again.
"Ball." "Ball."
- What time is it?
- Almost 4:30.
- I couldn't sleep either.
- Yeah, neither could he.
You just excited about seeing
Peyton or the game or what?
Actually, Peyton's not coming.
She couldn't get away from work.
I'm sorry, Luke. I guess that's
life in the music business.
I guess.
Do you ever miss it?
Sometimes.
Especially when I see you chasing
your dreams of being a writer.
But, I'll get back to
chasing my dreams someday.
All I have to show for my writing
career is a stack of rejection letters.
Besides, when I see the
three of you together...
I just want what you guys have.
You know we could not have done this
last year without you living here
and helping. Between school
and basketball and Jamie...
I know it's hard to
be away from Peyton.
We all made sacrifices.
I mean, for the first time in your
academic career, you're getting B's.
It was B-plus, okay?
- Hey.
- Yeah?
You're a part of this family,
and you always will be.
Thanks.
Night, little man.
Ball.
Yes. I will get your ball.
Little early, aren't you?
Maybe after tonight people will
look at me as a champion again,
not a point-shaver.
We're gonna win this one,
little brother.
Oh, yeah.
This is the ultimate
Cinderella story.
For years the Cobras have
been perennial doormats,
but this season,
under the leadership of Nathan Scott,
their fortunes have changed.
Attack the gap! Attack the gap!
Get back on "D"! Come on!
Look high-low! Look high-low!
After a game that's
seen 17 lead changes,
we're all tied up with less than
a minute to go in the fourth.
Scott's been carrying this team, but
does he have enough left in his tank?
Sorry, coach.
What's the game plan?
You tell me.
You know, I told you someday
that you'd be taking over.
Well, this is it.
You're ready.
Go on. Bring us home.
It appears Whitey Durham is
headed to the locker room.
I guess that leaves the
Cobras under the leadership
of assistant coach Lucas Scott,
who used to play for Durham
once upon a time.
Okay. Heads up.
We're gonna go man-to-man,
full-court press.
I want you to force the ball sidelines.
Anticipate this pass over the top.
When we get the ball back,
they're gonna double-team,
so I want you to stagger
screens here and here.
Nathan, ball's in your hands.
Whatever you say... coach.
All right.
Let's win this. On three.
- One, two, three.
- Cobras!
Hey, Nate!
Maybe you want to
consider the fadeaway.
Fadeaway's weak, man.
All right, match up by the 12!
Switch off screens!
- It's you.
- What?
When all my dreams come true,
the one I want next to me--
It's you.
It's you, Peyton.
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Good job, son.
You ran that final play
just like I would have.
Maybe so, but you sure do know
how to kick a guy out of the nest.
Lucas, you were always
a great player,
but you're an even
better coach.
There's nothing more
I can teach you,
which is why this
is my final game.
Coach.
I've already talked to the
dean and the A.D. about it.
They've never had a student
coach before, but, then again,
they've never had a
championship before, either.
They both agreed
that you're ready.
I don't know what to say.
Just promise me you'll
always remember
there are more important things
in life than basketball.
So, what about you?
I mean, what are you gonna do now?
I don't know. Now that I'm retired,
probably go to basketball games
and yell at the coach.
I would agree with
that as well, but,
after a season like that,
the D-I Scouts have got to take notice.
Right now, I'm just happy
with playing the game.
If there's one thing
this year's taught me
it's that the most important
thing is my family.
Hey, Nate. The bus is leaving.
Okay. Hey,
thanks for your time.
- So, how'd it go?
- That was the first time in a year
- I didn't get asked about point-shaving.
- All right.
- Hi, sweetie.
- Hey, you ready?
You should ride with the team.
We just wanted to say goodbye.
Get some sleep, kiddo.
See you at home.
- See you, Hales.
- See you.
Hey, Scott. You got a cute kid.
Wonder if he'll grow up to be
a cheater like his old man.
Just think-- you could teach
him to shave and shave points.
Why don't I shave your
face on the pavement?
Hey! Come on, Nate. Come on.
Nate! Get on the bus.
Get on the bus!
That was a hell of
a move tonight.
Soon as the ball left my hands,
I knew it was going in.
I'm talking about
after the game.
Look, I didn't
put off my pension
so you can beat up any
jackass that heckles you.
I know. I'm sorry.
You've worked hard this season.
A lot of eyes are on you.
But you've got to be careful.
If you're not,
that temper of yours will
be all you have left.
I just don't know if people are ever
gonna forget the mistakes I've made.
The important thing is
for you to get past them.
This is not gonna go away
just by playing better.
You've got to live better.
I know.
You're right. I get it, coach.
Nathan, I just don't want you to look
back down the road in a couple of years
and wonder what
might have been.
We all know where that
path can lead a man.
Dan.
For the record,
that last shot was a hell of a move.
- Hey, coach.
- Hey.
So, 37 years of coaching--
where does this night rank?
This would be number three.
Number two was your
high-school championship.
And what was the first?
The first was the night Camilla
agreed to join a scrawny kid
just embarking on a
37-year coaching career.
There's more important things
in life than basketball.
That's right.
Hey, coach.
You wouldn't mind dropping me
by the airport, would you?
Be happy to, son.
Hey, Sawyer,
you got a call on line 1.
Thanks.
- This is Peyton.
- Hey. It's me.
I've been trying to call you all morning.
I watched the game highlights online.
- I wish I could have been there.
- Yeah, me too.
So, what are you wearing?
Luke, I can't do that right now.
I'm at work.
I'm thinking a Pink Floyd tee
over the long-sleeve white shirt
and maybe those sexy jeans
with the hole in the knee?
Wow. You are good!
Yes, I am.
Really good.
Luke!
Hi!
I can't believe you're here!
Yeah, since you
couldn't come see me...
- Hi.
- Hi.
So, this is marketing
and distribution?
So, I might have pimped up my
job description just a little.
Basically, I work
in the mail room.
That's Hollywood, right?
It's always about the spin.
I'll bet you know more about
music than most of these tools.
Shh, you're gonna get me in trouble.
And they are not all tools, okay?
- Not in the box-- on my desk.
- Right. I'm sorry.
And, you, onion bagel,
light on the cream cheese.
- Right away, Carl.
- It's Blake!
Well, it's good to
see they're nice.
No. Seriously.
Why do you put up with this?
I will show you why.
See that girl right there?
Three months ago she
was in the mail room,
and now she's a
junior A&R exec.
But I bet she didn't produce two albums
before she graduated high school.
Okay. You're gonna have to go
before you get us both fired.
All right. Look, I got dinner
reservations for us at 8:00.
- Is that too late?
- No, it's actually kind of early.
- We usually go till at least 9:00.
- All right. Then it's 9:30.
Perfect. I'll meet you at the restaurant.
Just text me the address, okay?
All right.
God, Luke,
it is so good to see you.
Bye.
Hi! I am so sorry. I'm so late.
I got stuck going
over the canyon.
It's okay.
I'm just glad you're here.
- God, look at you!
- What?
No. I just -- I haven't seen
a suit on anybody in so long,
unless they're an
agent or a lawyer
or a successful novelist.
Oh, I don't know about that.
I get a new rejection
letter every day.
Luke, your book is good.
It's gonna happen. I know it.
So when the executives blow off
the shows, we get the tickets.
Like monday, I went and saw
Ryan Adams at the Viper Room,
and then wednesday was
Tegan and Sara at the Roxy,
and, I don't know, I just--
it blows my mind, you know?
These are bands we grew up listening to,
and now I've got a front-row seat.
That's great. We've had our fair
share of bands in Tree Hill,
thanks to you.
God. Anyway, enough about me.
You won a freaking championship!
I want to hear everything.
Well, Whitey's gonna
step down as head coach,
and he wants me to
take over the team.
He thinks it'll be
good for Nathan and...
- he thinks I'm ready.
- Luke, that's incredible.
I know-- I get salary,
benefits, and a big office.
Wow. That sounds very... adult.
I got that song you sent.
You know what?
I have something else for you, too.
I made you a mix of a bunch of stuff
that doesn't street for a couple months.
Thank you.
I got you something, too.
Oh, crap. I'm sorry.
- It's work.
- Don't answer.
They're just gonna keep
calling back. Hello.
Yeah-- right now?
Yeah, of course I like my job.
Okay. Right away, sir.
I'm sorry.
Can't you at least
stay for dessert?
Tell you what-- how about we
have dessert back at my place?
Or how about at our room
at the Beverly Hilton?
Luke, you did not
have to do that.
I wanted to.
All right.
This is gonna be quick.
I'll be there by 11:00.
I promise.
All right.
Bye.
Hey. When did you get here?
I don't know. Like an hour ago.
You know, you could have...
could have woke me up.
Luke.
What is this?
I couldn't bring myself
to open it, but I--
I've just been sitting here
thinking about how much I love you.
Well, wanted it to be
a surprise, but...
Peyton, I love you,
and I want us to be
together forever.
Luke, wait. Okay.
I know it's a bit sudden, okay?
But, I mean,
yesterday was a great day.
And I'm sitting on the bus,
and I realized none of my
great days of my life...
matter without you.
You're the one I want next to
me when my dreams come true,
and you're the one I want
next to me if they don't.
As long as I have you...
nothing else matters.
There's-- it's just not as
simple as all that, okay?
There's a lot we
have to talk about.
I know, but we'll figure out the
details when we get back to Tree Hill.
Okay, I know that's home for you,
and I miss it sometimes-- I do--
but for me, Tree Hill is two
dead moms and a psycho stalker
and some really
painful memories.
I actually had to move out to Hollywood
to get away from all the drama.
So right now, this is my home, and
the only thing that's missing is you.
- Then I'll move here.
- No.
Luke, honey, Whitey believes in you,
and Nathan needs you.
And if I ask you to walk away from your
dream, you're gonna wake up one day
and resent me for it--
the same way I would feel
if you asked me to leave L.A.
Peyton... you get people
coffee and you deliver mail.
You were doing more
than that in Tree Hill.
I love you for believing that,
but I have to prove
that to myself.
You see, that's the thing.
We both have so much we want to do
with our lives, and we're only 19.
And Nathan and Haley were
a lot young than that.
Okay. Well,
we see how easy that's been.
Come on.
In another year...
Peyton...
we've seen each other three
times in the last year.
We go days without talking.
We trade few e-mails.
We've already
grown so far apart.
Who knows where we'll
be a year from now?
Luke, if you can't trust that
our love can make it one year,
I don't understand how we can be
talking about forever right now.
You're saying no.
No! I am not saying no.
I'm saying not now.
I want to marry you someday.
Hey, don't do that.
Don't pull away from me, okay?
I want us to be together!
I love you so much.
Just not enough.
Okay. Can we take this back?
Can we just pretend like
you never woke up? Please!
I don't think we can.
I'm afraid that this conversation
is gonna end with...
"Goodbye."
Luke, don't. Come here.
Our dreams are gonna
come true, Lucas--
my music and your novel.
It's gonna happen. I know it.
Goodbye, Peyton.
Luke?
Have a great flight
to Hartford.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to
get back a little sooner than expected.
See what we can do.
Thanks.
Excuse me one second.
Hello.
Hi. Is this Lucas Scott?
Yeah. Who's this?
My name's Lindsey Strauss.
I'm a junior editor at Putnam and Pratt.
I read your novel.
It's nice of you to call.
Everyone else sends their
rejection letters first-class.
Actually, I loved it.
And I passed it on to my boss,
and he feels the same way.
Hello?
No, I'm still here.
What I'm saying is,
we want to publish your book, Lucas.
How soon can you
be in New York?
I'll figure it out.
Yeah. Okay.
I'm looking forward
to seeing you, too.
Bye.
I need to go to New York.
They're publishing my novel.
Congratulations.
Must be a dream come true.
You're all set.
I need you to go
on a coffee run.
Okay. In a minute.
I don't have a minute.
- Hey.
- I said I need a minute!
Don't get me wrong-- the writing's good,
but I'm not gonna lie to you.
When I found out your father
was a convicted murderer--
that's exactly the kind of hook
we need in today's market.
I think our newest literary
talent needs a drink.
When you're done,
let's talk about changing that title.
- What's wrong with the title?
- They say that about every book.
I love the title.
"Murder of crows,
parliament of owls."
You seem a little
young to be an editor.
Well, you seem kind of young to
have a book being published.
Fair enough.
The truth is...
your novel's my first.
I graduated last year.
My dad runs the company,
but I need to prove myself like
everyone else-- maybe more.
I know how that is.
Luke, I don't care
who your father is.
I read a lot of manuscripts,
but yours was the first one
that actually spoke to me.
I mean, yeah,
there's some rough parts,
but your writing
has truth, soul.
Rough parts?
Look, I promise, as your editor,
I'll always be faithful to your voice,
but there's some work to do.
It'll take six months before it's ready
for publication-- maybe a little longer.
- That long?
- Yeah.
We're talking late hours,
long nights, heated arguments.
It'll probably feel
like we're married.
That was a joke.
It's just been a long day,
that's all.
Then you better get some rest,
'cause we start on monday.
Hey, Lindsey, wait.
I just wanted to
say thank you for...
changing my life.
That was all you, Lucas.
But can I ask you something?
Yeah.
The Luke and Peyton
in the novel...
No.
I'm sorry.
I was rooting for them.
See you monday.
Excuse me, Mr. Scott.
There's someone here to see you.
She said to tell you
she's from Tree Hill.
Well, well. Lucas Scott.
You got my message.
You think I was gonna miss a chance
to spend a night on the town
with a soon-to-be-best-
selling author?
God, it is good to
see you, Brooke.
Yeah.
So then my mom moved up
here with me from L.A.,
'cause my dad travels so much.
I think they should just man
up and call it what it is--
trial separation.
I can't believe your
book's gonna be published.
You're gonna be
such a rock star.
Come on. You're the one
with the big clothing line.
True.
But my mom thinks we can
do better with that, too.
Check this out.
It's her plans to take
Clothes Over Bro's to the next level.
We have high-end couture,
a cosmetic company,
and my own magazine.
B. Davis?
Hey, wait. You could give my
book its first good review.
You know, sometimes expanding
seems like a good idea, and...
sometimes I don't know.
It's the most time I've spent with
my mom since the maternity ward,
but I'm scared if I let her in,
Clothes Over Bro's isn't gonna
be mine anymore, you know?
Yeah. I know what you mean.
There's this editor
girl-- Lindsey.
She just wants to make all
these changes to my novel.
Pretty high-class
problems we got.
We should be celebrating,
not complaining! Where's Peyton?
She must be so
thrilled for you.
We broke up.
Shut up.
Oh, Luke, I'm sorry.
What happened?
I went to L.A., I asked her to marry me,
and she said no.
Are you stupid?
You-- you stormed L.A.,
and you went all Naley on her?
Did-- did you even buy a...
...ring.
She never even saw it.
How do you propose to someone
without them seeing the ring?
Well, I got down on one knee,
and, I said,
"I want us to be together forever."
Never mind.
You definitely did it right.
Did you see the
look on her face?
Looked like somebody
spewed on her Jimmy Choos.
- I'm really glad you're enjoying this.
- Oh, come on, Luke.
You and Peyton
will work it out.
I don't think so, Brooke.
Not this time.
Well, it sounds to me like
you gave her an ultimatum,
and, trust me, there is no
quicker way to paralyze a girl.
Okay.
How many times have you talked
to Peyton since you left L.A.?
That's not fair.
We're both really busy.
And today she broke up
with her boyfriend.
Has she called you yet?
Things have changed.
I think you're saying
that 'cause you're hurt.
And I get it,
but I don't think you really mean it.
You know what?
I think we need to get drunk--
really, really good and drunk.
First, let me see
the ring again.
I'll give you a
designer's opinion.
I mean, it's really nice.
Wow. Well, congratulations!
Champagne on the house.
We have an engagement!
No.
Champagne on the house.
So, who knew that the ring trick would
get us free drinks all over midtown?
I know.
Can I give you two a ride?
Why not?
It is our engagement night.
In that case, the ride's free.
A diamond ring is gold!
So, what do you two have
planned for your lives together?
We're gonna be a power couple.
He's gonna be a famous novelist, and
I'm gonna have a fabulous fashion line.
But we're still gonna have
time to have a big family.
- Two boys and a girl.
- And I'll coach little league.
Ooh, and I'll bake
treats for the team!
Or buy them.
Then we'll spend our
summer in our beach house.
And winters in the
south of France.
It won't matter where we are,
as long as we're together.
That's the key.
Success is wonderful,
but finding someone to love,
having them love you back--
love is what it's all about.
All right, boozy.
Let's get you to bed.
Come on.
Here you go.
All right.
- The bed is spinning.
- You're gonna be okay.
I'm gonna get you
into some jammies,
and then I'm gonna
take a cab home,
and you can sleep it off.
Come here.
Or you could stay.
Okay.
I think that might be the
second-stupidest thing
you've done in
the last 24 hours.
Luke, we're not in high school anymore.
And I love Peyton.
And even if you don't want to
admit it right now, so do you.
Okay?
I feel... lost, Brooke.
I don't know what
to do without her.
All right. You remember when
I started Clothes Over Bro's?
It was after we broke up,
and I was trying to mend my broken
heart by focusing on my work.
And you need to do
the same right now.
You need to go out there
and become the best person
and the best writer
that you can be.
And then you approach Peyton.
And if she comes back to you,
you know it's meant to be.
Okay?
I'm gonna go,
and you probably won't
see me for a while.
Lucas Scott is gonna
change the world some day,
and he doesn't
even know it yet.
Bye, Luke.
I've been calling
you all night.
Maybe teen marriage is all the rage
in Hicksville, North Carolina.
But I swear,
if you marry this boy,
I'm gonna have annulment
papers drawn up so fast--
Mom, relax. It was just a joke.
Thank God. You have far
too much to lose, Brooke.
And Lucas Scott was the one
boy I might have lost it for.
You should be focusing on the company--
not boys with rings.
But what about love, mom?
Isn't that the key?
In case you've forgotten,
it's called "Clothes Over Bro's".
Right.
Okay, I'm in.
The high-end line, the magazine--
I'm ready to take it to the next level.
I am so glad to
hear you say that.
And I promise you, darling, we are
gonna have everything we've ever wanted.
And by the way,
call me Victoria.
That whole "mom" thing just
makes me sound too old.
Say it again, buddy.
What is this, huh? A ball. Ball.
See? I'm telling you--
the kid's gonna be a rock star --
and a very well-behaved rock star,
right? Hey, Jamie.
Guitar. Guitar.
- Ball.
- Oh, that's not fair.
"Ball" is so much
easier than "guitar."
Haley, thank you
for supporting me--
for helping me
get my dream back.
- I love you so much.
- I love you too.
I'm so proud of you.
We're gonna make it. And nothing's
gonna stop us now, huh, buddy?
- Is it? Is it, Jamie?
- That's right.
Nothing, buddy.
Everybody pile on daddy!
Come on.
Hey. Come on in.
- What's that?
- It's a bamboo.
- It's supposed to bring luck.
- Thanks, Lucas.
I love it.
You know, I'm really looking
forward to us working together.
Me too.
Have a seat, okay?
Be right back.
You still taking a
trip down memory lane?
Yeah, I guess.
Maybe you should
put it on paper.
Might make us both some money.
Actually... I was thinking
about taking a walk.
What are you doing?
Oh, just thought it was time to
get these out of Jamie's closet.
He's proud of his daddy.
So am I.
That's the first
Cobras championship.
Yeah. You were so
great in that game.
You should never be ashamed
of your achievements.
The only thing I'm ashamed of
is the person I've been
for the past few months.
That's all gonna change.
I know we're not the
couple we used to be.
We're gonna get there.
I know it.
This is a surprise. What's up?
Not much. Is Peyton around?
No. I think she's at
the studio today.
You okay?
Yeah. You remember that
night in New York?
The night I found out
my book was published?
Sure.
It was the same night I went
into business with Victoria.
You ever wonder if we
chose the right paths?
Sometimes.
But I have all these
wonderful things in my life--
things I wouldn't
have had otherwise.
Oh, you're right.
I mean, me too.
I don't know.
Do you want me to tell
Peyton you came by?
No, that's okay.
I'll see you, Brooke.
See ya.
Luke.
Yeah.
You still love her, don't you?
Peyton.
I got to get back to Lindsey.
Right.
This is gonna get interesting.
I'm not here to
talk about Jamie.
I just always wondered
if he knows who I am.
He found a picture of you once.
- What'd you tell him?
- I told him you were dead.
It's Mia.
She's the magic, Peyton,
and I'm telling you,
her spark is getting squashed
by this a** of a singer.
Oh, this is for you.
It's supposed to bring good luck.
I know we just met, but I just
wanted you to know that I'm here.
Good to know.
Any student who walks out
that door fails this quarter.
Say goodbye to extracurricular
activities. Say goodbye to sports,
like basketball.
Well, well. Hello, Jamie.
How would you like to
come live with grandpa?
Mama! Daddy! Mama!
Hey, baby. What's the matter?
Did you have a
bad dream, buddy?
- He tried to get me.
- Who did?
Grandpa Dan. He escaped.
- From heaven?
- Prison.
Did you tell Jamie
my dad's in prison?
- Maybe.
- Why?!
Because he's in prison.
- Why, what'd you tell him?
- We told him he was dead.
Man, how am I
supposed to know that?
I mean, he be asking me stuff.
You have to lie to him, man.
He's having nightmares now.
Look, you know,
he be tricking me.
He get all, like, cute.
Yeah, I know. He does
have that going for him.
You said he asked you stuff.
What else did you tell him?
Not much. Just the truth.
Like?
Like "The Man" killed
Tupac and Biggie,
never date girls named Bevin,
and Santa Claus is black.
You say anything about
the easter bunny?
A bunny that lay eggs? You know how
many questions he'd ask me about that?
All right, just stay clear
of the whole Dan thing
until we figure out how we're
gonna handle this, okay?
Fine by me.
I won't say a word.
Can I help you?
Is that your room?
It used to be mine.
Want to see it?
You sure? I mean, I could be a psycho.
You don't know. It happens.
You're not a psycho.
You're Peyton.
Come on.
Wow. It's different.
- Molly.
- Molly. Yeah. God!
You know, when I lived here,
the walls were red.
A red bedroom? That's crazy.
Oh, no.
It was everything I wanted it to be.
- But I mean, this is nice, too.
- Thanks.
So, you really loved him, huh?
- Lucas?
- Are you some kind of psychic?
Was it really true love always?
One would think that since they charge
by the hour for this little venture,
you might be more punctual.
- You're Brooke's mom, right?
- Victoria.
Also known as the money behind this,
whatever this is.
- And you're the producer?
- Yeah, I'm Haley. I'm sorry.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm a good friend of Brooke's.
Brooke has so many good
friends since her success.
Having said that...
I'd like to have a listen
to our investment.
Okay, I'll just
give Peyton a call.
No, I really don't
have time for that.
And God knows what gutter
Peyton Sawyer is lying in.
So, if you don't mind...
You know what?
I'm gonna wait in there.
Yeah, that's fine.
- That person creeps me out.
- Listen, you're gonna do great.
You're fine. We just want you to
play her a few bars of "No Good,"
and we'll make her happy, okay?
Right, like that old
thing could ever be happy.
So, obviously this is
the acoustic version,
but Mia really is great,
and I think you're just gonna love her.
So, if you want to come
into the booth with me...
I'm comfortable here.
Thank you.
Okay.
Okay, Mia!
Whenever you're ready!
The song is called "No good."
She's really nervous.
Can you blame her? It's like she's playing
a private concert for Satan's wife.
Okay. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
No, no, no, no, no!
The song's called "No Good"?
Appropriate.
Okay, so,
this is a huge waste of money.
I would say it was a waste of time,
but you all failed so quickly,
it really wasn't.
So when you locate
Peyton in that gutter,
you let her know I'd like to speak
with her before this catastrophe
goes any further.
Hey. Okay, so, tell me again,
what happened? She walked in...
Yeah, we walked in and
b*tch-toria was there waiting.
Next thing I know, she scares Mia
half to death, then Mia's gone.
- Gone where?
- I don't know.
She just packed up her stuff,
said she sucked a bunch of times,
- and then took off.
- Can you blame her?
She must have been humiliated.
That was ugly.
Can you just give
us a few minutes?
- What is Lindsey doing here?
- She came with me.
- We're gonna have lunch.
- I don't want her here.
You know how temperamental
artists are, Haley.
- So, apparently, are label owners.
- I don't want anyone in the studio.
- Anyone or Lindsey?
- Anyone including Lindsey
Look, I know everyone loves her. That's
great. Fine. But right now Mia's gone,
and she's in here running her
mouth about how ugly everything is.
She didn't mean
anything by it, Peyton.
Don't get mad at Lindsey
just because Mia's gone.
- I'm not mad at her.
- You sound mad at her.
I'm not.
Maybe I just don't like her.
Well, you don't have to...
- I'm gonna go, Haley.
- Yeah, I'll see you.
Hey, Mouth.
You guys scared me.
What's going on?
- We're hiding from Alice.
- Why?
- Have you met Alice?
- Hey, hey. Carlton.
Because working on the weekends sucks,
and we've all had it.
That's why...
you got to talk to her.
Me? Why me?
You're the only one that's
ever stood up to her, Mouth.
Listen, guys, I don't know.
Look, Mouth,
either you talk to her,
- or we go with plan "B".
- What's plan "B"?
We pool all our money together,
we hire a hit man, and take her out.
- I say plan "B."
- Come on, guys.
She's not that bad.
Come on, Mouth. Admit it.
You hate her, too.
And do you know why?
Because Alice is a b*tch.
Peyton is a b*tch!
- Your mom's a b*tch.
- What happened?
She went to the recording studio
and freaked out Mia, who is M.I.A.
Imagine that.
And now I don't have an artist.
I'm sorry, Peyton.
I'll talk to her.
It's either that or my
fist talks to her face,
and that's gonna be a
longer conversation.
- I will. I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
I'm gonna see you at home.
I got to find Mia.
- My mother.
- Oh, no.
- What?
- It's him!
- Who?
- The hot guy I met at the opening!
- Hey.
- Hey, honey.
Step aside.
Hot guy coming through.
What?
So, listen, I need to buy a
gift for my boss's birthday.
Something nice. Just please
don't spend my entire paycheck.
- I will come up with something.
- Okay, cool.
I'll come back by later.
Got to quell a mutiny at work. Bye.
Bye!
- Excuse me?
- He's cute, huh?
But he was buying
a gift for someone.
Please,
like Mouth's dating his boss.
You... you like
the crew, right?
- Crew?
- Yeah, the guys at work.
If by "like" you mean "loathe."
I think you'd really like
them if you got to know them.
And I know they'd like you.
Right. Like that's what I'm gonna do--
go have beers with Harry.
It's Jerry.
Exactly.
See you at the office.
I'm coming in, daddy!
You need your water wings, fish face.
All right.
Got it? Okay.
Style points for a big splash.
Let's see what you got,
Jimmy Jam.
Oh! Perfect 10.
Perfect 10, buddy.
- Come on, nanny Carrie!
- Hold on.
Perfect 10, huh, dad?
Throw me, daddy.
- Jamie, your dad has to do his rehab.
- That's okay.
Come here, you little monkey.
You ready?
Yeah!
- You splashed me!
- So?
So? Not so fun now, huh?
- Splashing a little kid, huh?
- You got a problem with that?
- Let's see what you got.
- Get her, daddy!
- Yeah, get me, daddy.
- Oh, no.
How would you like to
come live with grandpa?
Mama!
Mama! Mama!
Jamie! Honey, I'm here!
It's okay. Mama's here.
No! I want my other mama!
Nathan, did you hear what
Jamie just said to--
I want my other mama!
Good morning!
Not really.
- Can I fix you some breakfast?
- No, thanks.
I'm thinking I might
drop a few pounds.
Oh, come on. You look great.
Yeah.
- Where's Jamie?
- With Skills.
And Nathan's at
physical therapy.
So you'll just have to deal with
all this nice peace and quiet.
Thought I might go
for a quick swim.
Carrie...
I don't want to sound
weird about this, but...
could you not wear a
bikini in the pool?
Oh, my gosh. Of course.
I'm so sorry.
It just seems kind of inappropriate,
you know, around Jamie.
You know, you're absolutely right.
It was poor judgment on my part.
That's okay.
And, you know, everything else is great.
- You're really doing a wonderful job.
- Thanks, Haley.
I appreciate that. And I am so sorry.
It won't happen again.
- It won't happen again.
- I'm serious, mother.
Peyton was really upset.
And anyway, this is my money.
So just stop. I don't understand
why you act like this.
"Why?" Well, let's see.
I'm staying in a motel.
We have models that are a size
four that should be a size zero.
My daughter is hell-bent
on destroying her company.
First of all,
I'm not destroying anything.
And second, zero is not a size!
- Our models are... tall!
- Tall and fat!
Well, maybe you should
go back to New York...
I mean,
if you're this unhappy here.
You have my word, all right?
I won't meddle in Peyton's
so-called record label.
Thank you.
What I will not do, however,
is hold my tongue when I think
you're making a mistake.
- Now eat your breakfast.
- Oh, I don't know if I should.
- I am a size four, after all.
- But you're not a model.
You're my daughter.
You're far too talented to
waste your life as a model.
So eat.
Nice work, kid.
You're halfway to sleeping in
a van and checking in to rehab.
- Daddy's in rehab.
- Different kind of rehab.
What other kind is there?
You want to go to
the River Court?
Did you know my grandpa Dan?
Yeah, I think we'll go
to the River Court.
Uncle Skills, how come
they sent my grandpa away?
It's clean. I promise.
You told Jamie my dad went to prison
because he didn't clean his room?
Look, I was stuck.
I mean, he come up to you with
those baby-seal eyes like...
I mean,
he just gets you all confused, man.
You're supposed to play dumb,
not scare the hell out of him.
Look, I panicked, all right?
Anyway, man,
I don't like lying to him.
Nate, you got to talk to him.
We need to talk.
Did you tell Lindsey
that you don't like her?
Kind of.
What the hell, Peyton?
She's been nice to you.
Okay, in case you
haven't noticed,
I have a few other problems
to deal with right now.
Do you see this office, this big, empty
office for a label with no artists?
You mean the label Lindsey
recommended I help you with.
Okay, I can't do
this right now.
- You heve to apologize to her.
- Luke, Mia is missing, okay?
Brooke's mom is killing me.
I quit my job,
I moved back home,
and I can't do this right now.
- Can I help you?
- No. No, you cannot help me.
That is the last
thing that I want.
Go home to your girlfriend,
Luke, please.
Okay.
What's so important coach got to
see me on the weekend for, man?
Well, well. Mrs. James-Scott.
Have a seat, Q.
All right.
So, Mrs. Scott here says that
you recently left her class
despite the threats of receiving
a failing grade for the quarter.
Yeah, that was just a
little misunderstanding.
But it's all good now,
right, Mrs. J-S?
No, Quentin, I warned you about that,
and I'm gonna stand by it.
But I do know how important
basketball is to you,
so I figured out a way for
you to make up your grade.
This book is called "Les
Misrables." Do you know it?
Good. I'm glad. Now you can read
it over the course of the year,
turn in biweekly book
reports for extra credit,
and as long as you meet your deadlines,
you'll rain eligible to play.
And if I don't?
I'm not gonna give preferential
treatment to any student in my class.
What do you say, Q.?
Do we have a deal?
I'll think about it.
That's a great move.
Shame no one's gonna see it this
year unless you read the book.
Gosh, man!
What is this, bad cop/dumb cop?
I said I'd think about it.
What's it to you, anyway?
It matters to Haley,
so it matters to me.
She tends not to give up on
people as easily as I do.
Or maybe wifey's
just a little afraid
I'm about to break her
man's scoring record, huh?
So she assigned me some crap book
'cause she know I won't do it.
Here's the problem
with that theory--
you're not good enough
to beat my record.
- Right, you don't think so?
- No.
There's one thing that
every great player has,
and that's the will to do
whatever it takes to be the best.
I don't see that in you, Q.
And at this point,
you don't even have a team, so...
maybe you should
think about that.
And what team you got,
washout, huh?
You so great, right?
Where your team at?
I have a team.
Every day,
I wake up and I put on the uniform--
mistakes, regret,
what could have been.
And if I could go back and change
all that just by reading a book,
trust me, I'd read the book.
And if not...
well, welcome to the team, Q.
Yeah, that's good.
I could do a whole line of t-shirts
with slogans like, "zero's not a size".
And "my mom hates
all my friends."
Hey, she's not
horrible all the time.
You haven't been around for the last
couple years. She cares about me.
- Brooke Penelope Davis!
- I'll be in the back.
Did you schedule a
conference call with Macy's?
- Yeah, 'cause I was thinking--
- Well, don't!
In case you have to hear it,
you have zero business sense!
- Mom.
- Let me finish.
For the last three years,
I've been calling the shots,
and look how this
company has grown.
You're a talented designer, Brooke,
but you don't spin the straw into gold.
I do.
Truth be told,
you are not smart enough to do it.
Hey! Ice Queen!
Stop being such a
b*tch to your daughter!
And did my daughter
pay you to say that?
No, I came up with
that one for free.
I advise you keep your little
underachieving mouth shut
because my relationship with my
daughter is none of your business.
No, it is when you tear her
down and call her stupid.
See, the truth is,
you're actually worried she's smart.
And that's a threat to you
because when she figures out
how to do the business
side of this company,
goodbye, Victoria.
You're one to talk.
Once I convince Brooke
that you're just another leech
sucking off the money teat,
you will be broke
and worthless.
I meant what I said.
Stop tearing down
your daughter.
She might have to bite her tongue
with you because you're her mother,
but you are not mine.
No, I am not.
As a matter of fact,
it's quite clear you never had a mother.
Yeah? Neither did Brooke.
- Oh, my gosh. Lucas, I didn't--
- It's okay.
Lindsey...
will you marry me?
Say no.
It's what I did
when he asked me.
- Did you fall asleep?
- Yeah, I guess.
Well, you better get ready.
We're having dinner with
Nathan and Haley, remember?
Oh, yeah. All right.
Did you talk to her?
I tried.
I mean, yeah,
I think she knows my position.
So... we all heard.
You're in line for the
on-air reporter job.
It's because you stood up to her.
That's why.
- She must respect that.
- I don't know.
What's with the powwow?
Can we get back to work?
You get back to work.
You hag.
Whoever you are, you're fired.
Security!
Where the hell is my cane?
Haley!
Hey, have you seen my--
Where's-- where's Haley?
I think she ran out for some
last-minute dinner stuff.
I told her I'd do it,
but she wanted to.
- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
Okay.
So, are we not supposed
to wear pants tonight?
Funny.
I think I overdid my rehab,
and so I'm having a little trouble.
This might not be the most
appropriate job for you.
Stop it.
Nannies are like doctors.
You let your doctor see you like this,
don't you?
That depends on where
he takes me to dinner.
You know, Haley asked me not
to wear a bikini in the pool.
She said it was
inappropriate around Jamie.
There you go. You good?
Yeah.
Listen, Carrie, I'm sure that
Haley didn't mean anything by it.
- I know she likes you.
- Yeah.
It's just kind of ironic,
you know?
I mean, if she's worried about someone
getting turned on out at the pool,
she probably shouldn't
let you go shirtless.
So, what's going on with your writing,
Luke? How's it coming?
Good, actually.
I'm kind of on a roll lately.
You got to be
loving that, Linds.
Yeah, the editor side of me is.
The girlfriend side
misses her boyfriend.
So, how's physical
therapy, Nate?
Pretty good, man.
I'm sore a lot these days.
I spend a lot of
time in the pool.
Yeah, he's been looking
really good in there.
His rehab's going great.
Yeah.
Where's your head, Hales?
Quentin. I gave him a second chance
to kind of turn things around,
and I'm not sure if
he's gonna take it.
He will if he wants to play.
Well, sometimes you just
don't know about people.
I mean, I gave Peyton a second chance,
and she didn't take it.
I have to tell you,
I felt so horrible about that,
and I know Peyton did, too. Victoria
has literally been driving Peyton crazy.
Thanks, but there's
more to it than that.
Peyton feels like she has some
sort of jurisdiction over Lucas
because of their history.
I was really hoping it wouldn't
be an issue, but clearly it is.
Lindsey...
Peyton's got a big heart.
Yeah, to go along
with her big mouth.
I know I went to an ivy league school,
but if she keeps it up,
she's gonna get her a** kicked.
Okay! Easy.
Sorry. I didn't mean that.
I know she's a friend of yours.
- I just wanted her to like me.
- Yeah, it sounds like it.
What's so funny?
I'll tell you what's not funny--
the fact that you're down here
instead of upstairs sleeping
like you're supposed to be.
- I'm not tired.
- I'll get him.
No, I got it.
Jamie, bed, now.
Daddy, can you take me?
Jamie, you're gonna listen to your
mother, okay? Now, go on upstairs.
We'll be up in a couple
seconds to tuck you in.
- He is so cute.
- He uses it. Trust me.
And now he's scared to death
to go to bed because of Dan.
But can you blame him? I had nightmares
about Dan till I was, what, 19?
Think we should go talk to him?
- Yeah.
- Excuse us.
Hey, and you are not
allowed to clean at all, okay?
You just make Lucas do it.
All right.
All right. Cheers, ladies.
So, Carrie,
how's everything going?
Really good.
By the way, I completely agree
with what you said about Peyton.
Just because someone has
history with a person
doesn't mean that's who
they should be with.
Buddy, I've been
looking for that.
It keeps me safe from grandpa.
Baby, listen,
we try to protect you from
things because we love you,
and that's why we didn't tell
you the truth about grandpa Dan.
The truth is, he did some bad things,
and he needed to go away.
Is he ever gonna come back?
Maybe. Someday.
But no matter what,
you're always gonna be safe with us.
Mommy and daddy are never gonna
let anything happen to you, okay?
Okay.
But just in case,
can you maybe check in the
closet and under the bed?
Yeah, I think so.
It's pretty nice, P. Sawyer.
Fully stocked bar
steps from your office,
complete with a hot bartender,
might I add?
Sorry to bother you.
Can I get an autograph?
- Yeah.
- It's Amy.
Okay.
Thanks.
Well, okay!
So, aside from noticing hot bartenders,
how has your love life been?
No comment.
She sleeps around a lot,
but there's no one special.
You can be fired.
You know that.
Yeah, but then she'd just come work
for me, and you'd still be paying her.
Okay. I'm not calling
myself famous or anything,
but the celebrity makes it a little
hard to meet somebody you can trust.
Oh, I'll get it!
All right.
- Everything all right, guys?
- Oh, poor thing.
We all have stuff we're afraid of.
You know I'm deathly afraid of clowns?
No, I swear to God.
It's really sad.
Hey, sorry to interrupt. I just wanted
to say I've been thinking about it,
and, I'll do whatever it
takes to remain eligible.
I'm really glad to hear that.
All right,
6:00 a.m. practice, Q.
Yes, sir.
I guess I'll leave y'all to it.
I got a book I got to start reading.
I'll see you out.
Way to go, coach.
All right.
You made the right decision.
I'm coming for that scoring title,
and when I'm done,
I'm gonna erase you.
Yeah, that's what
I would have said.
- Oh, that looks good!
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
- So, you guys ready to go?
- Yeah.
Hot bartender guy
coming this way.
I told you he couldn't resist.
Brooke Davis?
Could you maybe
sign this for me?
Who should I make it out to?
You can make it out
to Trick for $37.
It's your bar tab.
I thought you were
asking for my autograph.
Not really an
autograph kind of guy,
especially when I have no
idea who the person is.
Brooke Davis. I have a line called
Clothes Over Bro's-- clothing.
More of a
t-shirt-and-jeans guy.
Maybe if your name
was Levi Strauss.
My name is Peyton. I actually
have an office right in there.
This is Millicent.
And you know...
- Brooke, right?
- Yeah.
- She makes clothes apparently.
- Yes.
Well, I'm Owen.
Let me know if you
want my autograph.
- Nice work, B. Davis.
- Shut up. Let's go.
You know what?
I'm gonna meet you at home.
So hot!
I'm sorry I disappeared.
I just needed time to
think about everything,
and, honestly, I don't think I'm
the one to do all this with--
start your label with.
Why, 'cause you're scared?
Because I don't think I'm ready,
and I know how important it is to you.
Okay, Mia.
- Why do you write songs?
- What do you mean?
When you think about your career,
what do you want?
What's gonna be enough?
I don't know.
All right, maybe you're right.
Maybe you're not ready.
I want to help someone.
I want to reach that girl or
that boy who wakes up one day
and feels like it's
not worth it anymore.
Why, 'cause you've
been that person?
Maybe.
It's like...
I don't need to be famous,
and I don't need all
the money in the world.
It's not about that.
It's about that girl who's
having a horrible day,
and she hears your song, and for five
minutes, there's hope, you know?
It's like, for five minutes, the world's
not such a scary place for her anymore.
You asked what's
gonna be enough--
that'll be enough.
That'll be more than enough.
Okay.
I take it back.
Maybe you are ready.
You're working late.
Someone has to, right?
Mom, I know this has all
been really hard on you,
but I just need you
to trust me, okay?
And no matter what happens,
I just wanted to tell you that...
I love you,
and I appreciate you.
And... maybe I don't
say that enough.
Of course I trust you, honey.
More than that, I love you.
And I'm so proud of you.
I wouldn't miss
this for the world.
Come here.
You're working late.
Someone has to, right?
Mom, I know this has all
been really hard on you,
but I just need you
to trust me, okay?
And no matter what happens,
I just wanted to tell you that...
I love you,
and I appreciate you.
And... maybe I don't
say that enough.
Whatever. You can lock up.
I saw your light on.
Which isn't that surprising.
I know how hard you work.
You know...
you haven't been
yourself lately, Peyton.
I mean,
not the Peyton I remember.
I haven't been that
Peyton for three years.
What's going on?
Okay.
I went by my old house.
There's a teenage girl
living there now.
And she showed me
my closet door.
And you know what that said?
"Lucas and Peyton.
True love always."
"Always," Lucas--
that's what we were supposed to have
until you showed up in L.A.
three years ago and ambushed me.
If by ambushed you
mean proposed to you?
Oh, yeah. Out of the blue.
A proposal that was
driven by some insecurity
that I have never been
able to understand.
Insecurity? Right.
Let me tell you how you
get "always," Peyton.
When a man asks you to marry him,
you say yes.
You don't say no and
call him insecure.
I never said no!
I said that I loved you and that
I did want to marry you someday.
And-- oh, God, Luke!
I wanted to so bad...
- but you gave up on us.
- I gave up on us?
- Yes!
- By proposing,
- I gave up on us?
- No, by not waiting,
you gave up on us,
and you know that's the truth.
That's great, Peyton!
You want to talk truth,
let's tell the truth.
Okay.
You gave up on me.
That's why you didn't say yes!
You didn't think I could do it.
You didn't think I could
get my novel published.
Maybe you just didn't care,
because it wasn't about
you or what you wanted.
Well, if that's the truth,
if I never cared,
then how come every time I see
this stupid book, I buy it--
every stupid damn time, Luke?!
You said I was great!
You said I could be great! You said
we were destined to be together!
You said it to the world,
you said it to me,
and I wish you never had because
you did not mean any of it!
Oh, God.
- I'm gonna go.
- Okay, you know what?
I want to pay rent. I don't know how,
but I'll figure it out. I just--
whatever this is,
I don't feel right about it.
It's called me
being nice to you.
- Well, it needs to stop.
- Maybe you're right.
Tough day.
Sucks about Carlton, huh?
Well, you're lucky.
Guess Alice kind of likes you.
God help you if that
ever goes south.
Night, buddy.
I'm gonna head home.
By "home," I hope
you mean my place.
Actually, I'm not
feeling very well.
Maybe you're not on-air
material after all.
I mean, if you're gonna
start getting "sick" on me.
I'm sure it's nothing.
I'll get a good night's
rest and be back to normal.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hope so.
Millicent, I want you to reschedule
the meeting with Macy's.
Your mom's not gonna like that.
It's my company.
And please do me a favor-- call her
Victoria. Don't call her my mom.
Okay.
Little man's out cold.
You need me to
check for clowns?
- I kind of do.
- All right.
Good over there.
All right. You're good.
I think you forgot the balcony.
Okay.
Thanks, husband.
Nice to know there aren't
any monsters in the house.
Previously on "One Tree Hill"...
You're dismissing me
from my own band?
Yes. Only it's not
your band anymore.
- I just kicked you out.
- Mia, let's go.
- I think I'm gonna stay.
- You're an idiot.
I'm gonna head home.
I'm not feeling very well.
Well, maybe you're not
on-air material after all.
- Don't get mad at Lindsey.
- I'm not mad at her.
- You sound mad at her.
- Maybe I just don't like her.
You don't have to--
I'm gonna go, Haley.
I want to pay rent. I don't know how
I'm gonna do it, but I'll figure it out.
I just -- whatever this is,
I don't feel right about it.
Carrie... could you not
wear a bikini in the pool?
All right, guys, bring it in.
It has been way too long since
we all hung out together,
and this is the first time
we're all drinking together--
legally, that is.
So, here's to hanging
with our crew--
the old and the new--
and to everyone
getting what they want.
I guess one shot
won't kill us, huh?
Maybe it will.
Brooke, what was that?
I wanted something that
would remind everyone of me,
so they mixed their most popular
liquor with their sweetest.
The bartender
did name it a "Brooke Davis."
- Isn't that right?
- Actually, I think you named it that.
I call it tequila
and grenadine.
It's disgusting.
You know, not many people
can handle a Brooke Davis.
It's definitely one of a kind.
I don't know about the old crew,
but the new crew is ready to go home.
I thought you wanted to
see the Honorary Title.
I thought I could handle being around
Peyton-- who hates me, by the way--
but I was wrong.
Look, Tric's a big place, okay?
Avoiding her shouldn't be too difficult.
Oh, I'll have no
problem avoiding her.
It's you I'm worried about.
Thank you.
Water?
I wasn't even planning on drinking
until Brooke forced her... self on us.
It's my turn to be
responsible for a change.
You know, you've really come a
long way in the last month, and...
I'm glad to have you back.
So is Jamie.
Oh, really?
How come I wasn't invited to hang
out with him and the guys, then?
Skills has been really strict about
this "no parent" rule. And besides,
Jamie's sleepover means you and I have
the house to ourselves for a little...
private afterparty.
My own personal champagne room?
Yeah.
Except you're the stripper.
- Jack and coke, bro.
- You got it.
Coach and teach.
What y'all two doin' here, man?
We should be asking
you the same thing.
Me? Nah. I'm just taking a
study break from "Les Mis."
Well, don't stay out too late.
We got an early-morning practice.
Oh, all work and no player?
Come on, man.
Ain't I been on time
for every practice?
Yeah. You have been good.
What can I say, man?
I'm learning from the best.
You could learn a lot more from
Nathan than just basketball.
Thanks for the invite.
I'm usually at home online
on saturday nights.
Okay, we're gonna have to
work on your rock-star image.
This should help. I can't tell you
how much I love the Honorary Title.
Oh, good. How would you like
to open for them?
- When? Tonight?
- Yeah.
It's one song--
one song to open up.
And I didn't even have
to unbutton a button.
Why didn't you give me any notice?
I'm not ready. I look awful.
- I don't even have a band, Peyton.
- This is why I didn't tell you--
I was scared you were gonna
run off and disappear again.
But you look great.
And you can warm up in my office,
and the house band
will back you.
I hate you.
Hey! Where have you been?
Closing the store, when Victoria
came in and made me take inventory.
Don't get upset, but I may have let
it slip that I was meeting you here.
We have more important things to
worry about, like your big date.
I think you look great,
but we need an impartial opinion.
Hey, Owen!
Yeah, yeah. Hi, hi.
How does she look? Hot, right?
She's wearing a Clothes
Over Bro's original.
You're the prettiest
girl in the room.
Did you hear that, Milly? You're the
second-prettiest girl in the room.
I can't wait to see the look on
Mouth's face when he finds out
he's on a date with you.
He doesn't know it's a date?
Relax. Owen doesn't know
we're on a date, either,
but that's not stopping me.
Hey, Owen.
Thanks.
- Hey, you.
- Hey. You look nice.
Ah, thanks.
I keep thinking it's gonna fall off.
Where's Haley?
I think she's in
the ladies' room.
- Hey. Two shots.
- How's tequila?
Good.
I'm not drinking tonight.
Do you need to use
the ladies' room, too?
I'm trying to be good.
I'm not.
- What's this?
- Rent. Sorry it's late.
- You don't have to do that.
- No, I really do.
Well, I'm not taking it.
Fine. I'll mail it.
What was that about?
She had a rent check for me.
- I didn't take it.
- Why not?
I don't feel right accepting
money from Peyton, all right?
We've been friends
for too long.
I hate to break it to you, but most
guys aren't friends with their exes.
Peyton's different. Look, I know
I said we could try avoiding her,
but... maybe we should
work this thing out.
At least say something to her.
Fine. Let's go.
You know when you said
you don't like me?
Well, I don't like you either.
There. I said something.
- You gonna order a Brooke Davis?
- If only it were that easy.
I brought you a present.
It's over there, wrapped in green,
and you should ask very nicely
before you try and unwrap it.
- Brooke, I-I don't know.
- What? Are you seeing someone?
- No, I-- well, I--
- Darling, that was rhetorical. Come on.
Mouth, Milly. Milly, Mouth.
Fall in love, get married,
invite me to the wedding,
and sit me next to
a really hot guy.
We met at the Clothes Over Bro's
opening. You're Brooke's assistant.
- Yeah-- Millicent.
- Well, that's a great job.
I was pretty much her
assistant in high school, so...
Hey! You lightened your hair.
It looks awesome.
Thanks. You and Nathan
look great, too.
It must be nice to have
him up and walking.
Yes. I think I was more excited about
his first steps than I was Jamie's,
which is terrible.
So, how are you doing?
Are you, um, are you still
upset about that Peyton thing?
Not as upset as I am that Lucas
snuck off to see her the other night.
- He did not. Why?
- I haven't asked.
I'm not so sure I want to know.
You should ask him.
It's probably nothing.
I know. It's just...
suddenly, everything we do
involves Peyton somehow.
- Well, that's not true.
- Hey. I'm sorry.
Whenever you get a second,
I need to talk to you, okay?
Sure.
Maybe it's a little true.
All right.
That better not be yours.
Aw, nah, man. It ain't mine.
I don't even drink shots. Please.
I-I'm more of a...
- I'm not old enough.
- Well, then whose is it?
Oh, that's mine.
Just walked away for a second.
Walking away--
sounds like a good idea.
- Lucas, right?
- Yeah.
This is for you.
Why are women so screwed up?
- Let me guess-- Peyton.
- How'd you know?
'Cause she sent you a
drink with a check in it.
Yeah, we're having a tough time
with the whole "friends" thing.
How did you two
do it so easily?
- I make everything look easy.
- Nate...
Peyton and I were
never in love.
Yeah, well,
Lindsey's mad at me, too.
And yet you seem more
upset about Peyton.
- I'm gonna go find Lindsey.
- All right.
- Oh. You bought me a drink?
- Not exactly.
What were you and
Lucas talking about?
Exes.
Girlfriends or wives?
So, then she comes out of
the bedroom wearing a cape,
and she tries to convert
me to scientology.
And then she goes to get me a cape,
and I am crawling out the window.
Well, at least you go on dates.
Guys are usually only nice to me
so they can meet Brooke Davis.
Really?
You know Brooke Davis?
Very funny.
- Do you need to answer that?
- Uh, no. It's just work.
Thanks.
- Kind of pathetic.
- What is?
Paying people to ask for your
autograph so you look famous.
Okay, I don't mean to brag,
but half the people in this
club are wearing my designs.
Well, I don't mean to brag either,
but everybody in this club
is drinking one of my drinks.
Hey, Owen. Another round.
Looks like I'm famous, too.
I bet you we have sex
right on this bar.
Okay.
Wait till I leave, please.
Look, I hate to be the one to
break this to you, but your mom--
I know-- is a total b*tch.
I get it.
No. I mean, yes,
but she's also... here.
What?
Oh, mother f--
Mother.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Will you keep your voice down?
I don't want the guys in
here to know I'm a mother.
Why? You want them to
think you're a prostitute?
I noticed you rescheduled the Macy's
meeting without talking to me.
I did. Because you work for me,
not the other way around.
Ah, yes. And you've made
that crystal clear.
And since you seem to think
you can do everything...
I finally have time to party.
- You're embarrassing.
- You won't listen to reason,
so maybe embarrassing you
out of town is the answer.
Do whatever you want--
not gonna affect me.
We'll see.
Hey. There you are.
What do you need?
Oh, I just wanted to
interrupt you and Lindsey.
Told Mia she was
opening tonight.
Great. Is she excited?
Kinda.
Mia. Hey, are you okay?
No. I'm not okay.
I'm pretty far from right now.
I've never performed in front of
a crowd before-- I mean, alone.
Well, I take that back.
I sang in my school play when I was 8,
and Terry Adams made me cry.
You know, what if I choke?
What if everybody laughs at me?
What if I'm so bad,
I destroy Peyton's label?
You realize you just
made every shot, right?
That's amazing.
I always play well when
I'm not thinking about it.
Okay, great. So when you get up
onstage, don't think-- just play.
- What if I fail?
- Well, people fail sometimes.
- Look at Peyton.
- Hey!
Mia, you're not gonna fail.
I promise.
Okay, it's like "rock, paper, scissors,"
only it's called "ninja, bear, hunter."
- And why do you play this, again?
- I don't get out much.
- Okay.
- Okay. On the count of three.
One... two... three.
All right.
Hunter gets bear. Okay.
Could you excuse
me for a second?
- Sure.
- I'll be right back.
Well, now, that looked kinky.
Want to try it naked?
- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Listen, Alice, I think...
I think maybe we
went a little fast.
I like you, and I like my job.
Marvin... it's fine.
Go have fun.
Enjoy your evening.
Thanks, Alice.
I'm sorry I haven't been around.
Mia's performing tonight,
and she's really nervous.
How have you been?
I never realized how boring
bars can be without alcohol.
Yeah. Tell me about it.
Tric needs to establish
a "no mom" rule.
- I'm a mom!
- You don't count.
You got married and pregnant
before you graduated high school.
You'll be safely locked in a
home by the time you're 35.
Good talking to you, Brooke.
I got to get Mia backstage.
I'll see you in a bit.
It's good talking
to both of you.
I'm not taking this.
Luke, if any other tenant wanted the
office, you would charge them rent.
Yeah, but you're not
just any other tenant.
I am now.
- Peyton, just--
- Look, if you keep talking to me,
you're gonna get in trouble.
Something on your mind?
No, but my mom is on my last nerve.
You got anything for that?
Yeah-- alcohol.
So, what'd your mom do?
I'll give you one guess.
- That's your mom?
- No.
Oh, my God, it is.
I feel like I'm looking
into the future here.
- It's a rough road ahead, by the way.
- Okay, we're not talking anymore.
Owen...
Well, looks like your
future self's calling.
What do you like to
drink in 20 years?
Poison.
I wonder if Haley knows what kind
of girl she hired to watch our son.
What kind of girl
is that, exactly?
The kind of girl that
drinks like a fish...
and goes skinny-dipping late at night,
when everyone else is asleep.
Oh, my God.
I-I... I didn't know
anyone was around.
I am so embarrassed.
Haley asked me not to wear a bikini,
and then I do something even dumber.
I am so sorry. I completely
understand if you want to fire me.
No. Look,
no one's gonna fire you, okay?
You do a great job,
and Jamie loves you.
I'm just telling you to be careful,
because if Haley had caught you,
this would be a very
different conversation.
- You didn't tell her?
- No.
You made a mistake, right?
It's not the end of the world.
Haley doesn't need
to know everything.
No, she doesn't.
Hey. I've been looking
for you everywhere.
Well, if you keep looking next to
Peyton, you're never gonna find me.
But I guess sneaking around with
her at Tric is your new thing.
Okay, what's going on with you?
Why'd you sneak over
here the her night?
I saw your car parked outside.
So that's why you've
been so upset?
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
No, Luke.
You should have told me.
I didn't sneak here.
I wasn't even planning on coming here.
I saw the light on,
and I tried to
convince my friend
to be nicer to the
girl that I love.
Right.
See, I'm still trying to
figure out which is which.
Lindsey.
Linds.
I need a new office.
Yeah, the one you have right
now is far too big and free.
I'll settle for small and expensive.
As long as it's not Lindsey-adjacent.
Tell me I don't look
like her when I dance.
Tell me I don't look
like her when I dance!
Okay. If you tell me
Lindsey's a b*tch.
Oh, my mom's a b*tch.
Lindsey's a b*tch.
Is there a woman here tonight
you haven't called a b*tch?
Well, I can think of one.
Lindsey is just
threatened by you.
Why? It's not like
I'm even after Lucas.
So you keep saying.
What? You don't believe me?
Okay. Fine. Whatever.
But for the record-- you look
exactly like her when you dance!
b*tch!
I do not.
Hey. So, what were we talking
about before you left?
- How cute you are.
- Really?
I-I think I would
have remembered that.
I'm really glad
Brooke set us up.
I'm sorry.
No.
I hate it when hot
girls hit on me, too.
What's the first
line of my song?
- Didn't you write it?
- So not the point right now.
Okay. Relax.
You're gonna be great, Mia.
And, honestly, what is the
worst thing that could happen?
He just walked in.
Can I buy you a drink?
Actually, my date
took care of that.
Well, we're halfway
there, then.
I hope you're not trying
to sit on my lap.
I'm just looking for
someone to dance with.
No, thanks.
You know where to find me.
I've never seen your
jealous side before.
And you still haven't.
Okay.
What up, Nate?
Yo, thanks for having my back
earlier in front of old man Scott.
Quentin, how stupid are
you for trying to drink
in the same club as your coach?
Look who's talking--
you flirtin' with that hot nanny
- in the same club as your wife.
- I'm not flirting with anyone.
Oh, okay.
You had my back, so I got yours,
but I know flirtin'
when I see it. And...
it look like she does,
too, bro.
Okay. She's almost on.
How's she doing?
I think she'll be okay as long as
the only lyrics to her songs are
"why is Jason here?",
"why is Jason here?"
Why is Jason here?
Because I invited him.
I'm sorry. You what?
Look, Mia,
most people dream of the chance
to stand up to the person that's
kept them down. This is yours.
Someone just tell me the
first line of my song, please.
It's "I never feared
the unexpected."
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mia Catalano.
Okay. You're on.
- Really? You invited Jason?
- Oh, hell no.
Hi.
You suck!
Get off the stage, ho!
Hey. Why don't you
shut the hell up?
Choke.
Brooke. Will you do me a favor?
If it involves drinking and
flirting with the hot bartender,
then yes, I can.
You like Peyton
and Lindsey, right?
What kind of favor is this?
I was hoping maybe you
could talk to them.
I'd love to help you, Luke,
but I honestly don't see the point.
I like Lindsey,
but Peyton is my best friend.
And does either one of us really believe
she didn't come back here for you?
What's that?
It's called a bitter shrew.
It's from her.
Thank you so much.
Hey. What happened
with you and Milly?
I just don't think it's
good timing right now.
I've been really busy
with work lately.
Are you feeling okay?
I hand-deliver a hot girl to you,
and you're worried about work?
My mother would
want to adopt you.
Listen, I'm having enough problems
with older ladies running my life.
What are you talking about?
I've kind of been
seeing my boss.
- Define "seeing."
- Sleeping with.
Define "sleeping with."
Well... I wish you'd told me
before I got Milly all worked up.
Oh, Millicent was great.
I really liked her.
I-I just...
Alice is considering me for an on-air
position, and those are hard to get.
Marvin McFadden,
did I just hear you correctly?
- What have you become?
- I know. I know.
- Things have just gotten complicated--
- So uncomplicate them.
When you find the boy
that I used to know...
you should have him
give Milly a call.
You have two choices--
you can use the number
or use the napkin.
I'm sorry. I-I can't.
Please welcome
the Honorary Title!
Thank you, Jason.
If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't have been so good.
You think you were good?
The only reason people were clapping
is I told them you were retarded.
You're just upset because
the talent left your band.
Not as upset as I am that you left
your granny panties in my bed.
Nathan! Nathan! Hey!
He's not worth it, okay? Let it go!
Yeah, it's not
worth it, Nathan.
You're lucky.
You ain't that lucky.
You're so right.
Tree Hill is so much better than Milan.
- You are acting like an idiot.
- And you are acting like a child.
The difference is,
I know my behavior's ridiculous.
Since returning to this god-awful town,
you've lost your way.
Really? Is that what
you think, mom?
Because I feel like I
have finally found it.
I am happy here.
I have friends who care about me.
These are not your friends.
Friends don't use you.
Neither do mothers.
Oh, please.
I've done nothing but help you.
Your little company was
struggling until you came to me.
But if you think
you can do it alone,
just say the word.
You'll only lose a C.E.O...
and a mother.
Mom.
You're not a kid anymore.
So grow up.
When are you gonna grow up?
This is our first time back in a bar
since your accident,
and already you're in another fight.
Have you learned nothing?
What do you expect me to do--
just sit back and watch
while some jerk harasses you?
That's exactly what
I expect you to do,
because you're not always the guy
that has to jump in and do something,
and I'm not a damsel in distress. And if
your last bar brawl didn't make it clear,
- you're not Superman.
- You're overreacting.
I didn't even hit the guy.
I just walked away.
No. I pulled you away,
and then Quentin hit him.
I guess he is really
learning from the best.
Hey, I'm exhausted from spending
the night avoiding you and Peyton,
- so I think I'll catch a cab home.
- Hey, hey. Don't be ridiculous.
- Come on, I'll drive you.
- It's not ridiculous, Lucas.
This is.
What are you talking about?
Your hair looks great.
Of course you think so.
It's Peyton blond.
- I'm single white female.
- No, you're not.
I'm not blaming you.
I'm blaming me.
Ever since Peyton came to Tree Hill,
I've been acting like a crazy b*tch.
I'm neurotic, insecure,
paranoid, jealous,
- and that is not who I am.
- And I know that.
But it's who I've become.
I'm not stupid or blind.
I know Peyton's the reason
you're writing again,
and I refuse to be a
chapter in that book.
Look, Lindsey. Lindsey, wait.
No, I've been waiting--
for you, for the book.
I moved here for you remember?
So you need to figure
out what you want.
I want you.
And I want you to stop
being in love with Peyton.
Looks like we're both screwed.
Why are you here?
When I asked if we were dating,
you laughed in my face.
Then you see me with someone
else and send me a mean text?
That text was not mean.
If you kissed her,
then you would have seen mean.
It's fascinating that you have
different levels of mean,
but I think I'll
get off at this one.
Haven't you learned?
You only get off when I do.
Well, then I hope you just did,
because we're done.
This is over.
I'm sorry to hear that, Marvin.
But if that's the way
you really feel...
then you're fired.
Then I guess I'm fired.
But thank you for showing me
that there are more important
things in life than work.
You know what? Just rip up the check.
I'm moving offices, anyway.
Do you have an alarm in your head
that goes off every time I'm happy
with someone else?
What do you want from me?!
I fly to L.A., I ask you to marry me.
You said no, so I moved on.
Why haven't you?
'Cause I should have said yes.
Luke, I was young...
and I was scared.
And I did not realize that
by saying I wasn't ready,
it would mean that we would
never be together again.
Had I known that,
I would have said yes.
- Peyton...
- No, Luke, I miss you every day.
And I've told everyone here that
I didn't come back for you.
But I did. Of course I did.
I still love you, Lucas.
Peyton, I...
You still love me, don't you?
I have to go see Lindsey.
I came back for Lucas.
I know.
You've had your Lucas-stealing face on
since you picked me up at the airport.
- What Lucas-stealing face?
- The only face you've got.
Well, it doesn't even matter now.
He's with Lindsey.
Honey...
Lindsey doesn't stand a chance.
Trust me.
I have been the Lindsey
between Lucas and Peyton,
and it is not a
great place to be.
Yeah, neither
is the place I'm at.
Are you kidding?
You're Peyton Sawyer.
The guy wrote a whole book
about how much he loves you.
You think he still does?
It has always been
Lucas and Peyton.
You guys are meant to be together.
It's the way it's supposed to be.
So go and get your man.
And this time if he proposes,
please say yes.
Okay?
Wait.
If I came back for Lucas,
then why did you come back?
Duh-- for Lucas.
Game on, b*tch.
Good night.
I think she's
still pissed at me.
She'll come around.
I mean, what girl wouldn't want
her guy to stand up for her?
I know I would.
No, I mean, she's right.
I need to watch my temper.
All it ever does is
get me in trouble.
Well, I'd love a guy
to come to my rescue.
Does that mean I like trouble?
I'm a little drunk, so in case I said
a lot of inappropriate things tonight,
I want you to know...
I meant all of them.
I think I'll go for a swim.
I knew you were watching the
other night. I'm glad you were.
But you can see a lot better
with the lights... on.
Buy you a drink?
I better not.
I'm supposed to be an adult now,
and I don't want to end up like my...
future self.
You're like, what, 22, right?
So, legally,
this is supposed to be new to you.
You're acting your age.
It's your mother that isn't.
Well, she just came
here to embarrass me.
Isn't that what moms do?
I guess.
You don't really think I'll
end up like her, do you?
Drunk at a bar with no friends?
Never.
You got friends.
Right.
Okay. So, are you gonna
ask me out now, or what?
Nah.
Too young for me.
Maybe when you grow up.
Is this the champagne room?
Hales, I'm sorry, okay?
I tried to be responsible tonight,
but that idiot got out of line.
I promise I wasn't
gonna hit him.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm not mad. I'm...
I'm disappointed.
- In me?
- In a lot of things.
I guess I should just be happy you're
not sneaking around with another girl.
Lindsey, I'm sorry.
I never wanted--
Lucas asked me to marry him.
Previously on "One Tree Hill"...
You're dismissing me
from my own band?
Yes. Only it's not
your band anymore.
- I just kicked you out.
- Mia, let's go.
- I think I'm gonna stay.
- You're an idiot.
I'm gonna head home.
I'm not feeling very well.
Well, maybe you're not
on-air material after all.
- Don't get mad at Lindsey.
- I'm not mad at her.
- You sound mad at her.
- Maybe I just don't like her.
You don't have to--
I'm gonna go, Haley.
I want to pay rent. I don't know how
I'm gonna do it, but I'll figure it out.
I just -- whatever this is,
I don't feel right about it.
Carrie... could you not
wear a bikini in the pool?
All right, guys, bring it in.
It has been way too long since
we all hung out together,
and this is the first time
we're all drinking together--
legally, that is.
So, here's to hanging
with our crew--
the old and the new--
and to everyone
getting what they want.
I guess one shot
won't kill us, huh?
Maybe it will.
Brooke, what was that?
I wanted something that
would remind everyone of me,
so they mixed their most popular
liquor with their sweetest.
The bartender
did name it a "Brooke Davis."
- Isn't that right?
- Actually, I think you named it that.
I call it tequila
and grenadine.
It's disgusting.
You know, not many people
can handle a Brooke Davis.
It's definitely one of a kind.
I don't know about the old crew,
but the new crew is ready to go home.
I thought you wanted to
see the Honorary Title.
I thought I could handle being around
Peyton-- who hates me, by the way--
but I was wrong.
Look, Tric's a big place, okay?
Avoiding her shouldn't be too difficult.
Oh, I'll have no
problem avoiding her.
It's you I'm worried about.
Thank you.
Water?
I wasn't even planning on drinking
until Brooke forced her... self on us.
It's my turn to be
responsible for a change.
You know, you've really come a
long way in the last month, and...
I'm glad to have you back.
So is Jamie.
Oh, really?
How come I wasn't invited to hang
out with him and the guys, then?
Skills has been really strict about
this "no parent" rule. And besides,
Jamie's sleepover means you and I have
the house to ourselves for a little...
private afterparty.
My own personal champagne room?
Yeah.
Except you're the stripper.
- Jack and coke, bro.
- You got it.
Coach and teach.
What y'all two doin' here, man?
We should be asking
you the same thing.
Me? Nah. I'm just taking a
study break from "Les Mis."
Well, don't stay out too late.
We got an early-morning practice.
Oh, all work and no player?
Come on, man.
Ain't I been on time
for every practice?
Yeah. You have been good.
What can I say, man?
I'm learning from the best.
You could learn a lot more from
Nathan than just basketball.
Thanks for the invite.
I'm usually at home online
on saturday nights.
Okay, we're gonna have to
work on your rock-star image.
This should help. I can't tell you
how much I love the Honorary Title.
Oh, good. How would you like
to open for them?
- When? Tonight?
- Yeah.
It's one song--
one song to open up.
And I didn't even have
to unbutton a button.
Why didn't you give me any notice?
I'm not ready. I look awful.
- I don't even have a band, Peyton.
- This is why I didn't tell you--
I was scared you were gonna
run off and disappear again.
But you look great.
And you can warm up in my office,
and the house band
will back you.
I hate you.
Hey! Where have you been?
Closing the store, when Victoria
came in and made me take inventory.
Don't get upset, but I may have let
it slip that I was meeting you here.
We have more important things to
worry about, like your big date.
I think you look great,
but we need an impartial opinion.
Hey, Owen!
Yeah, yeah. Hi, hi.
How does she look? Hot, right?
She's wearing a Clothes
Over Bro's original.
You're the prettiest
girl in the room.
Did you hear that, Milly? You're the
second-prettiest girl in the room.
I can't wait to see the look on
Mouth's face when he finds out
he's on a date with you.
He doesn't know it's a date?
Relax. Owen doesn't know
we're on a date, either,
but that's not stopping me.
Hey, Owen.
Thanks.
- Hey, you.
- Hey. You look nice.
Ah, thanks.
I keep thinking it's gonna fall off.
Where's Haley?
I think she's in
the ladies' room.
- Hey. Two shots.
- How's tequila?
Good.
I'm not drinking tonight.
Do you need to use
the ladies' room, too?
I'm trying to be good.
I'm not.
- What's this?
- Rent. Sorry it's late.
- You don't have to do that.
- No, I really do.
Well, I'm not taking it.
Fine. I'll mail it.
What was that about?
She had a rent check for me.
- I didn't take it.
- Why not?
I don't feel right accepting
money from Peyton, all right?
We've been friends
for too long.
I hate to break it to you, but most
guys aren't friends with their exes.
Peyton's different. Look, I know
I said we could try avoiding her,
but... maybe we should
work this thing out.
At least say something to her.
Fine. Let's go.
You know when you said
you don't like me?
Well, I don't like you either.
There. I said something.
- You gonna order a Brooke Davis?
- If only it were that easy.
I brought you a present.
It's over there, wrapped in green,
and you should ask very nicely
before you try and unwrap it.
- Brooke, I-I don't know.
- What? Are you seeing someone?
- No, I-- well, I--
- Darling, that was rhetorical. Come on.
Mouth, Milly. Milly, Mouth.
Fall in love, get married,
invite me to the wedding,
and sit me next to
a really hot guy.
We met at the Clothes Over Bro's
opening. You're Brooke's assistant.
- Yeah-- Millicent.
- Well, that's a great job.
I was pretty much her
assistant in high school, so...
Hey! You lightened your hair.
It looks awesome.
Thanks. You and Nathan
look great, too.
It must be nice to have
him up and walking.
Yes. I think I was more excited about
his first steps than I was Jamie's,
which is terrible.
So, how are you doing?
Are you, um, are you still
upset about that Peyton thing?
Not as upset as I am that Lucas
snuck off to see her the other night.
- He did not. Why?
- I haven't asked.
I'm not so sure I want to know.
You should ask him.
It's probably nothing.
I know. It's just...
suddenly, everything we do
involves Peyton somehow.
- Well, that's not true.
- Hey. I'm sorry.
Whenever you get a second,
I need to talk to you, okay?
Sure.
Maybe it's a little true.
All right.
That better not be yours.
Aw, nah, man. It ain't mine.
I don't even drink shots. Please.
I-I'm more of a...
- I'm not old enough.
- Well, then whose is it?
Oh, that's mine.
Just walked away for a second.
Walking away--
sounds like a good idea.
- Lucas, right?
- Yeah.
This is for you.
Why are women so screwed up?
- Let me guess-- Peyton.
- How'd you know?
'Cause she sent you a
drink with a check in it.
Yeah, we're having a tough time
with the whole "friends" thing.
How did you two
do it so easily?
- I make everything look easy.
- Nate...
Peyton and I were
never in love.
Yeah, well,
Lindsey's mad at me, too.
And yet you seem more
upset about Peyton.
- I'm gonna go find Lindsey.
- All right.
- Oh. You bought me a drink?
- Not exactly.
What were you and
Lucas talking about?
Exes.
Girlfriends or wives?
So, then she comes out of
the bedroom wearing a cape,
and she tries to convert
me to scientology.
And then she goes to get me a cape,
and I am crawling out the window.
Well, at least you go on dates.
Guys are usually only nice to me
so they can meet Brooke Davis.
Really?
You know Brooke Davis?
Very funny.
- Do you need to answer that?
- Uh, no. It's just work.
Thanks.
- Kind of pathetic.
- What is?
Paying people to ask for your
autograph so you look famous.
Okay, I don't mean to brag,
but half the people in this
club are wearing my designs.
Well, I don't mean to brag either,
but everybody in this club
is drinking one of my drinks.
Hey, Owen. Another round.
Looks like I'm famous, too.
I bet you we have sex
right on this bar.
Okay.
Wait till I leave, please.
Look, I hate to be the one to
break this to you, but your mom--
I know-- is a total b*tch.
I get it.
No. I mean, yes,
but she's also... here.
What?
Oh, mother f--
Mother.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Will you keep your voice down?
I don't want the guys in
here to know I'm a mother.
Why? You want them to
think you're a prostitute?
I noticed you rescheduled the Macy's
meeting without talking to me.
I did. Because you work for me,
not the other way around.
Ah, yes. And you've made
that crystal clear.
And since you seem to think
you can do everything...
I finally have time to party.
- You're embarrassing.
- You won't listen to reason,
so maybe embarrassing you
out of town is the answer.
Do whatever you want--
not gonna affect me.
We'll see.
Hey. There you are.
What do you need?
Oh, I just wanted to
interrupt you and Lindsey.
Told Mia she was
opening tonight.
Great. Is she excited?
Kinda.
Mia. Hey, are you okay?
No. I'm not okay.
I'm pretty far from right now.
I've never performed in front of
a crowd before-- I mean, alone.
Well, I take that back.
I sang in my school play when I was 8,
and Terry Adams made me cry.
You know, what if I choke?
What if everybody laughs at me?
What if I'm so bad,
I destroy Peyton's label?
You realize you just
made every shot, right?
That's amazing.
I always play well when
I'm not thinking about it.
Okay, great. So when you get up
onstage, don't think-- just play.
- What if I fail?
- Well, people fail sometimes.
- Look at Peyton.
- Hey!
Mia, you're not gonna fail.
I promise.
Okay, it's like "rock, paper, scissors,"
only it's called "ninja, bear, hunter."
- And why do you play this, again?
- I don't get out much.
- Okay.
- Okay. On the count of three.
One... two... three.
All right.
Hunter gets bear. Okay.
Could you excuse
me for a second?
- Sure.
- I'll be right back.
Well, now, that looked kinky.
Want to try it naked?
- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Listen, Alice, I think...
I think maybe we
went a little fast.
I like you, and I like my job.
Marvin... it's fine.
Go have fun.
Enjoy your evening.
Thanks, Alice.
I'm sorry I haven't been around.
Mia's performing tonight,
and she's really nervous.
How have you been?
I never realized how boring
bars can be without alcohol.
Yeah. Tell me about it.
Tric needs to establish
a "no mom" rule.
- I'm a mom!
- You don't count.
You got married and pregnant
before you graduated high school.
You'll be safely locked in a
home by the time you're 35.
Good talking to you, Brooke.
I got to get Mia backstage.
I'll see you in a bit.
It's good talking
to both of you.
I'm not taking this.
Luke, if any other tenant wanted the
office, you would charge them rent.
Yeah, but you're not
just any other tenant.
I am now.
- Peyton, just--
- Look, if you keep talking to me,
you're gonna get in trouble.
Something on your mind?
No, but my mom is on my last nerve.
You got anything for that?
Yeah-- alcohol.
So, what'd your mom do?
I'll give you one guess.
- That's your mom?
- No.
Oh, my God, it is.
I feel like I'm looking
into the future here.
- It's a rough road ahead, by the way.
- Okay, we're not talking anymore.
Owen...
Well, looks like your
future self's calling.
What do you like to
drink in 20 years?
Poison.
I wonder if Haley knows what kind
of girl she hired to watch our son.
What kind of girl
is that, exactly?
The kind of girl that
drinks like a fish...
and goes skinny-dipping late at night,
when everyone else is asleep.
Oh, my God.
I-I... I didn't know
anyone was around.
I am so embarrassed.
Haley asked me not to wear a bikini,
and then I do something even dumber.
I am so sorry. I completely
understand if you want to fire me.
No. Look,
no one's gonna fire you, okay?
You do a great job,
and Jamie loves you.
I'm just telling you to be careful,
because if Haley had caught you,
this would be a very
different conversation.
- You didn't tell her?
- No.
You made a mistake, right?
It's not the end of the world.
Haley doesn't need
to know everything.
No, she doesn't.
Hey. I've been looking
for you everywhere.
Well, if you keep looking next to
Peyton, you're never gonna find me.
But I guess sneaking around with
her at Tric is your new thing.
Okay, what's going on with you?
Why'd you sneak over
here the her night?
I saw your car parked outside.
So that's why you've
been so upset?
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
No, Luke.
You should have told me.
I didn't sneak here.
I wasn't even planning on coming here.
I saw the light on,
and I tried to
convince my friend
to be nicer to the
girl that I love.
Right.
See, I'm still trying to
figure out which is which.
Lindsey.
Linds.
I need a new office.
Yeah, the one you have right
now is far too big and free.
I'll settle for small and expensive.
As long as it's not Lindsey-adjacent.
Tell me I don't look
like her when I dance.
Tell me I don't look
like her when I dance!
Okay. If you tell me
Lindsey's a b*tch.
Oh, my mom's a b*tch.
Lindsey's a b*tch.
Is there a woman here tonight
you haven't called a b*tch?
Well, I can think of one.
Lindsey is just
threatened by you.
Why? It's not like
I'm even after Lucas.
So you keep saying.
What? You don't believe me?
Okay. Fine. Whatever.
But for the record-- you look
exactly like her when you dance!
b*tch!
I do not.
Hey. So, what were we talking
about before you left?
- How cute you are.
- Really?
I-I think I would
have remembered that.
I'm really glad
Brooke set us up.
I'm sorry.
No.
I hate it when hot
girls hit on me, too.
What's the first
line of my song?
- Didn't you write it?
- So not the point right now.
Okay. Relax.
You're gonna be great, Mia.
And, honestly, what is the
worst thing that could happen?
He just walked in.
Can I buy you a drink?
Actually, my date
took care of that.
Well, we're halfway
there, then.
I hope you're not trying
to sit on my lap.
I'm just looking for
someone to dance with.
No, thanks.
You know where to find me.
I've never seen your
jealous side before.
And you still haven't.
Okay.
What up, Nate?
Yo, thanks for having my back
earlier in front of old man Scott.
Quentin, how stupid are
you for trying to drink
in the same club as your coach?
Look who's talking--
you flirtin' with that hot nanny
- in the same club as your wife.
- I'm not flirting with anyone.
Oh, okay.
You had my back, so I got yours,
but I know flirtin'
when I see it. And...
it look like she does,
too, bro.
Okay. She's almost on.
How's she doing?
I think she'll be okay as long as
the only lyrics to her songs are
"why is Jason here?",
"why is Jason here?"
Why is Jason here?
Because I invited him.
I'm sorry. You what?
Look, Mia,
most people dream of the chance
to stand up to the person that's
kept them down. This is yours.
Someone just tell me the
first line of my song, please.
It's "I never feared
the unexpected."
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mia Catalano.
Okay. You're on.
- Really? You invited Jason?
- Oh, hell no.
Hi.
You suck!
Get off the stage, ho!
Hey. Why don't you
shut the hell up?
Choke.
Brooke. Will you do me a favor?
If it involves drinking and
flirting with the hot bartender,
then yes, I can.
You like Peyton
and Lindsey, right?
What kind of favor is this?
I was hoping maybe you
could talk to them.
I'd love to help you, Luke,
but I honestly don't see the point.
I like Lindsey,
but Peyton is my best friend.
And does either one of us really believe
she didn't come back here for you?
What's that?
It's called a bitter shrew.
It's from her.
Thank you so much.
Hey. What happened
with you and Milly?
I just don't think it's
good timing right now.
I've been really busy
with work lately.
Are you feeling okay?
I hand-deliver a hot girl to you,
and you're worried about work?
My mother would
want to adopt you.
Listen, I'm having enough problems
with older ladies running my life.
What are you talking about?
I've kind of been
seeing my boss.
- Define "seeing."
- Sleeping with.
Define "sleeping with."
Well... I wish you'd told me
before I got Milly all worked up.
Oh, Millicent was great.
I really liked her.
I-I just...
Alice is considering me for an on-air
position, and those are hard to get.
Marvin McFadden,
did I just hear you correctly?
- What have you become?
- I know. I know.
- Things have just gotten complicated--
- So uncomplicate them.
When you find the boy
that I used to know...
you should have him
give Milly a call.
You have two choices--
you can use the number
or use the napkin.
I'm sorry. I-I can't.
Please welcome
the Honorary Title!
Thank you, Jason.
If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't have been so good.
You think you were good?
The only reason people were clapping
is I told them you were retarded.
You're just upset because
the talent left your band.
Not as upset as I am that you left
your granny panties in my bed.
Nathan! Nathan! Hey!
He's not worth it, okay? Let it go!
Yeah, it's not
worth it, Nathan.
You're lucky.
You ain't that lucky.
You're so right.
Tree Hill is so much better than Milan.
- You are acting like an idiot.
- And you are acting like a child.
The difference is,
I know my behavior's ridiculous.
Since returning to this god-awful town,
you've lost your way.
Really? Is that what
you think, mom?
Because I feel like I
have finally found it.
I am happy here.
I have friends who care about me.
These are not your friends.
Friends don't use you.
Neither do mothers.
Oh, please.
I've done nothing but help you.
Your little company was
struggling until you came to me.
But if you think
you can do it alone,
just say the word.
You'll only lose a C.E.O...
and a mother.
Mom.
You're not a kid anymore.
So grow up.
When are you gonna grow up?
This is our first time back in a bar
since your accident,
and already you're in another fight.
Have you learned nothing?
What do you expect me to do--
just sit back and watch
while some jerk harasses you?
That's exactly what
I expect you to do,
because you're not always the guy
that has to jump in and do something,
and I'm not a damsel in distress. And if
your last bar brawl didn't make it clear,
- you're not Superman.
- You're overreacting.
I didn't even hit the guy.
I just walked away.
No. I pulled you away,
and then Quentin hit him.
I guess he is really
learning from the best.
Hey, I'm exhausted from spending
the night avoiding you and Peyton,
- so I think I'll catch a cab home.
- Hey, hey. Don't be ridiculous.
- Come on, I'll drive you.
- It's not ridiculous, Lucas.
This is.
What are you talking about?
Your hair looks great.
Of course you think so.
It's Peyton blond.
- I'm single white female.
- No, you're not.
I'm not blaming you.
I'm blaming me.
Ever since Peyton came to Tree Hill,
I've been acting like a crazy b*tch.
I'm neurotic, insecure,
paranoid, jealous,
- and that is not who I am.
- And I know that.
But it's who I've become.
I'm not stupid or blind.
I know Peyton's the reason
you're writing again,
and I refuse to be a
chapter in that book.
Look, Lindsey. Lindsey, wait.
No, I've been waiting--
for you, for the book.
I moved here for you remember?
So you need to figure
out what you want.
I want you.
And I want you to stop
being in love with Peyton.
Looks like we're both screwed.
Why are you here?
When I asked if we were dating,
you laughed in my face.
Then you see me with someone
else and send me a mean text?
That text was not mean.
If you kissed her,
then you would have seen mean.
It's fascinating that you have
different levels of mean,
but I think I'll
get off at this one.
Haven't you learned?
You only get off when I do.
Well, then I hope you just did,
because we're done.
This is over.
I'm sorry to hear that, Marvin.
But if that's the way
you really feel...
then you're fired.
Then I guess I'm fired.
But thank you for showing me
that there are more important
things in life than work.
You know what? Just rip up the check.
I'm moving offices, anyway.
Do you have an alarm in your head
that goes off every time I'm happy
with someone else?
What do you want from me?!
I fly to L.A., I ask you to marry me.
You said no, so I moved on.
Why haven't you?
'Cause I should have said yes.
Luke, I was young...
and I was scared.
And I did not realize that
by saying I wasn't ready,
it would mean that we would
never be together again.
Had I known that,
I would have said yes.
- Peyton...
- No, Luke, I miss you every day.
And I've told everyone here that
I didn't come back for you.
But I did. Of course I did.
I still love you, Lucas.
Peyton, I...
You still love me, don't you?
I have to go see Lindsey.
I came back for Lucas.
I know.
You've had your Lucas-stealing face on
since you picked me up at the airport.
- What Lucas-stealing face?
- The only face you've got.
Well, it doesn't even matter now.
He's with Lindsey.
Honey...
Lindsey doesn't stand a chance.
Trust me.
I have been the Lindsey
between Lucas and Peyton,
and it is not a
great place to be.
Yeah, neither
is the place I'm at.
Are you kidding?
You're Peyton Sawyer.
The guy wrote a whole book
about how much he loves you.
You think he still does?
It has always been
Lucas and Peyton.
You guys are meant to be together.
It's the way it's supposed to be.
So go and get your man.
And this time if he proposes,
please say yes.
Okay?
Wait.
If I came back for Lucas,
then why did you come back?
Duh-- for Lucas.
Game on, b*tch.
Good night.
I think she's
still pissed at me.
She'll come around.
I mean, what girl wouldn't want
her guy to stand up for her?
I know I would.
No, I mean, she's right.
I need to watch my temper.
All it ever does is
get me in trouble.
Well, I'd love a guy
to come to my rescue.
Does that mean I like trouble?
I'm a little drunk, so in case I said
a lot of inappropriate things tonight,
I want you to know...
I meant all of them.
I think I'll go for a swim.
I knew you were watching the
other night. I'm glad you were.
But you can see a lot better
with the lights... on.
Buy you a drink?
I better not.
I'm supposed to be an adult now,
and I don't want to end up like my...
future self.
You're like, what, 22, right?
So, legally,
this is supposed to be new to you.
You're acting your age.
It's your mother that isn't.
Well, she just came
here to embarrass me.
Isn't that what moms do?
I guess.
You don't really think I'll
end up like her, do you?
Drunk at a bar with no friends?
Never.
You got friends.
Right.
Okay. So, are you gonna
ask me out now, or what?
Nah.
Too young for me.
Maybe when you grow up.
Is this the champagne room?
Hales, I'm sorry, okay?
I tried to be responsible tonight,
but that idiot got out of line.
I promise I wasn't
gonna hit him.
Please don't be mad at me.
I'm not mad. I'm...
I'm disappointed.
- In me?
- In a lot of things.
I guess I should just be happy you're
not sneaking around with another girl.
Lindsey, I'm sorry.
I never wanted--
Lucas asked me to marry him.
Previously on "One Tree Hill"...
Here is to hanging our crew and to
everyone getting what they want.
I've kind of been seeing my boss.
Alice is considering me for an on-air
position, and those are hard to get.
I'm really glad Brooke set us up.
Haven't you learned?
You only get off when I do.
- This is over.
- Then you're fired.
You're just upset because
the talent left your band.
Hey! He's not worth it, okay?!
Let it go!
You're lucky.
I'm a little drunk, so in case I said a
lot of inappropriate things tonight,
I meant all of them.
I know Peyton's the reason
you're writing again,
and I refuse to be
a chapter in that book.
Lindsey. Lindsey, wait.
I fly to L.A.,
I asked you to marry me.
You said no, so I moved on.
Why haven't you?
'Cause I should have said yes.
You still love me, don't you?
I have to go see Lindsey.
Lindsey?
I'm gonna go to New York, Lucas.
I'm not sure when I'll be back.
Don't do this.
I know you're upset. I know.
But you need to believe me
when I tell you,
you're the girl I love.
Then how come
you never gave me this?
I got home, and I thought
I'd do some menial chore
to get my mind off
of how angry I was.
Laundry was the first thing
that came to mind.
Who hides a ring
in a sock drawer, Luke?
- Lindsey, that ring--
- Don't. I'm just gonna go.
For the record...
it's as beautiful
as I imagined it would be.
Take it.
I was waiting to give you the ring until
I was sure I had another book in me.
I just don't want you to end up
regretting me because I can't finish.
- I would never regret you.
- Yeah, you say that now.
But what if I'm not Lucas the writer?
What if I'm Lucas
the small-time basketball coach?
What if that's all
I'm ever gonna be?
Then I'd be the small-town
basketball coach's wife.
Look at me, Lucas.
I don't love you for your book.
I love you for the mind
that book sprang from.
And I don't care if you never
write another word again.
You will always be more than
a small-town basketball coach...
because you'll
be the man that I love.
Lindsey...
...Evelyn Strauss...
...will you marry me?
Lindsey...
I'm sorry. I never wanted--
Lucas asked me to marry him.
Are you awake?
No.
Sorry I got upset with you.
You had a right to be upset.
I finally started walking again. I've
got no business being in some guy's face.
Lucas kissed Peyton.
What? When?
Before we left Tric,
in Peyton's office.
I walked in, and I saw the whole
thing, or enough of it.
I don't understand how Lucas
can do that to Lindsey
after everything that
they've been through.
And Peyton, who does she think she is?
She turned down Lucas' proposal.
She broke his heart. She has no right
to take him from Lindsey.
Maybe it wasn't what it looked like.
Maybe it was just a friendly kiss,
or maybe it was a goodbye kiss.
Maybe it was just a mistake.
No, I know what I saw. This was
a full-on romantic Lucas/Peyton kiss.
You should forget what you saw.
Oh, really, forget it?
No, what I need
to do is tell Lindsey.
See, that's not your place,
regardless of what it looked like.
Look, if Lucas
is cheating on Lindsey,
then he needs to be man enough
to tell her himself.
You know, of all the guys
I dated in New York,
not one of them ever
named a shot after me.
I think it kind of separates you
from all the rich, handsome,
famous, successful, educated types.
Flatter me all you want.
You're still cut off.
Listen, pal, my name
is technically a brand,
so I could sue you for
naming that shot after me.
First of all, you named
the shot after yourself.
Second of all, that shot was
"the Patricia Foster" last week,
"the Liz Thompson"
the week before.
Chances are, it'll have
a new name tomorrow night,
so if you want to sue me,
better do it fast.
Well, if my name's only gonna
be on it for the night...
maybe there's something else
I should do real fast.
I think you are way too full of
yourself to make that kind of decision.
Hi, P. Sawyer.
Please tell me those
are tears of joy.
Okay, no.
I'm coming home right now.
Ooh, not so fast,
headline waiting to happen.
- I'll drop you off.
- You do like me.
No, you driving drunk is just
something I actually can get sued for.
It's Millicent.
Leave a message.
Hi, Millicent, it's--
it's Mouth, Marvin... Mouth.
I just wanted you to know I had
a really nice time with you tonight,
and I'm sorry if it ended
weird or if you felt bad,
not that you should feel bad
I should feel bad.
I do feel bad.
So... call me. Marvin-- Mouth.
I mean, you should call me,
and my name is Marvin or Mouth,
not you should
call me "Marvin." I just w--
Tell me you are not lying here,
torturing yourself
with a copy of Lucas' book.
"In that moment, my triumph was
not a state championship...
"but a moment of clarity."
I've read it, honey.
I know how it ends.
That's funny...
because it seems
like Lucas has forgotten.
Oh, Brooke, he asked
Lindsey to marry him.
What? That's crazy.
Maybe. Or maybe crazy
is me thinking that--
that he could still have feelings
for me after all these years.
But we both know Lucas has
a history of throwing himself
into the wrong relationship,
especially when he can't admit
the truth about who he loves.
No.
It's different this time.
Okay.
What am I supposed to do?
Come here.
First, you're gonna let go.
And now we're gonna sit,
and you are gonna cry on my shoulder
for as long as you need to, okay?
Come here.
Suddenly, it was as if the roar of the
crowd, the echo of the final buzzer,
the cheers of my teammates were all
sounding from a thousand miles away.
And what remained in that bizarre
muffled silence was only Peyton,
the girl whose art and passion
and beauty had changed my life.
In that moment, my triumph
was not a state championship,
but simple clarity,
the realization that we had always
been meant for each other,
and every instinct to the contrary had
been a denial of the following truth...
...I was now and would always be...
in love with Peyton Sawyer.
Hi. I'm really sorry we're late.
Hey, no TV for you
and no ice cream until the afternoon.
Keep it to one scoop, okay?
One. Okay.
- You forgot.
- It's fine!
You look so handsome!
Okay, your dad's gonna pick
you up after practice. All right?
Bye.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
Haley, so glad you're here.
Oh, I've got to go, actually,
but is everything okay?
Oh, everything's great,
I mean, as long as this town's
big enough for two Mrs. Scotts.
Oh, my God.
- Congratulations!
- Congratulations!
Hangover?
More like teetering
on the edge of death.
Don't you need that?
I'll brew more.
Thanks.
Listen, I don't remember
much of last night,
but I have a feeling I was
less than professional.
It was probably my fault
for not cutting you off.
On the bright side,
at least your drunken mistake
didn't ruin your basketball career.
Did it ruin my nanny career?
You got to stop the flirting, Carrie,
and the skinny-dipping and--
I think the severity of this hangover
pretty much guarantees
it'll never happen again.
I hope that's true.
Drink plenty of water.
Hey, Mouth-- what are you doing?
- Well, the thing is--
- Did you hear about Alice?
- She got fired.
- What? When?
First thing this morning.
She's already gone. How great is that?
That is greater than you know.
So, what happened?
Do you think they found out
about how abusive she was?
Not exactly. Apparently,
she was sleeping with an employee.
They're totally, like, cleaning house.
Man, we ain't gonna never beat
La Salle if you gonna be late.
Actually,
we're never gonna beat La Salle,
even if you're on time.
Maybe I should have spent last
night planning a strategy to win
instead of getting engaged, huh?
Definitely.
Wait. Hold on.
Did you just say "engaged"?
Congratulations, big brother.
That's awesome.
No doubt, baby. Way to go.
So, who's the lucky girl?
- You're kidding, right?
- No, that's a legit question.
With Peyton back in town,
it could be anybody's ballgame.
- Could even be Brooke.
- Stop.
- It's Lindsey.
- Excellent choice.
Things might work
out for you after all.
Maybe not.
Do you see what I'm talking about?
You can't just hit people.
Man, all I know is Ms. James-Scott
needed somebody to defend her honor,
and her own husband wasn't
man enough to do it.
Let me tell you something--
my wife's honor
is not something that can be taken away
by some loudmouth jackass in a bar.
What can be taken away
is your ability to play.
It looks like it's just a sprain.
Could be a few days.
It could be a month.
That's just great.
That's a hell of a punch, Q. You might
have taken out a whole team with it.
If you wanted to break my heart, there
are a thousand ways you could do it.
You did not have to propose
to Lindsey to hurt me.
It didn't have anything
to do with you.
It's just weird timing.
"Weird timing." Okay, Luke...
- I know that it must seem like--
- No, don't marry her, Luke!
- Peyton, you can't--
- Am I crazy?
Do you not feel
what I have felt every day
that we've been apart
for the last three years?
Because I have felt
there is this vital piece
of me that's been missing.
And I tried to fill it, Luke.
I tried to fill it...
with work and friends and music,
and it stayed empty until
last night when you kissed me,
and my entire universe
snapped back into focus.
Lucas, look me in the eye
and tell me that that kiss
did not feel exactly the same
as it felt three years ago.
I'm in love with her, Peyton.
What is going on here?
Just congratulating Luke.
Did you hear he's engaged?
Yeah, I'm gonna be
her matron of honor.
Luke, I need to talk to you alone.
Something you want to tell me?
Is this a trick question?
Luke,
marriage is a huge commitment.
Can you honestly tell me that
you're positive Lindsey's the one?
Okay, I know where this is going.
To tell you the truth,
Lindsey will always be
my number two...
but only because
you are my number one.
And you always will be.
Just don't tell Lindsey or Nathan.
Marriage is serious, and you better
be ready to commit to Lindsey
for the rest of your life.
Does that mean you're happy for me?
Get the doctor! Get the doctor!
- Nurse!
- Mama said no TV.
What mama doesn't know
won't hurt her.
She's okay.
We've set the monitor
to notify of any changes.
Let me know if Adrian tells Lexi
they harvested the wrong lung.
You know he's going to.
Can I help you?
Looking for a gift
for this girl I know.
Well, you've definitely
come to the right place.
What's this girl look like?
Dark hair, hazel eyes.
If she didn't already own it...
I bet she'd like this one.
Yeah, but she's a little
taller than you,
so do you have any other sizes?
Brooke, it's Victoria.
She's setting a meeting
for you with a furrier.
One sec.
Apparently, furs are about
to make an unprecedented comeback.
Really? Jamie, cover your ears.
Hi. Let's make this short and sweet.
There is no situation in which I am
going to kill furry woodland creatures
to make coats out of them, okay?
Thanks.
Let me guess--
bar hag's still calling the shots?
Aren't you supposed to be shopping
for some fugly giantess?
I'm just saying,
why do you work with her
if she makes you that crazy?
Well, first of all, the bar hag,
as you call her, is my mother.
And second of all,
she's my business partner.
And if it weren't for her, I wouldn't
have a bazillion-dollar company,
a magazine, and all these
lovely clothes you see here.
My mother wanted me to be
an orthodontist, but I just said no.
Judging from your car,
maybe you should have reconsidered.
A jab against my car.
You're that girl, huh?
That's disappointing.
What's underneath all
the clothes, Brooke Davis?
Hey, Peyton, it's me-- Molly.
I live in your old bedroom.
Right, keeper
of my closet door, hey.
If I'd known other people would be
reading everything I wrote on that thing,
I probably would have
been more careful.
Well, I'm glad you weren't.
I wanted to ask, did Lucas really carry
you out of the library after you got shot?
Yeah.
That must have been so romantic.
I was actually kind of preoccupied
bleeding out on the library carpet, so...
Oh, I didn't really think about that.
I don't remember writing
that part down on my closet doors.
- Oh, right, of course.
- I've read it 13 times.
Is that weird?
Well, it's just that,
when we moved into our new house
and I read your closet door,
I knew it was special.
Then I read this book.
And I realized I was part
of this timeless love story.
The truth is, sometimes,
I read that door,
and I imagine that I have
your life instead of mine.
No, Molly, I am not someone you want
to live vicariously through, okay?
I'm-- I'm a mess.
Lucas Scott didn't think so.
And besides, even if you are,
no one's ever
gonna write about my life.
- It's Marvin, right?
- Yes, sir.
I suppose you heard
we had to fire Alice Day
for carrying on an inappropriate
relationship with a subordinate.
I suppose you know
a little something about that.
- Yes, sir. I--
- It's okay, son.
Apparently, half the station
knew about Alice and Rick.
Rick?
- "Evening News" anchorman Rick?
- I know.
Programming director sleeping
with her anchor-- oh, boy.
Competition's
gonna love that, huh?
I'm sorry--
Rick, with the toupee, Rick?
Listen, Marvin...
we're in a bit of a scramble here.
We're gonna need
all hands on deck.
I watched your audition tape.
It's good.
You know, the Tree Hill Ravens have
their season opener coming up.
How would you like to cover it?
Yes, sir. Yes.
- Good man.
- Thank you.
McFadden, word of advice--
there's opportunity here for a kid who
will work hard and keep his nose clean.
Yes, sir.
What did they say?
Do they know about Carlton?
- What about Carlton?
- He was giving it to Alice.
What-- you didn't know?
They said she was sleeping with Rick.
Really?
Wait, wait, wait.
Anchorman Rick with the toupee?
- So she was sleeping with Carlton, too?
- Oh, yeah.
Hey, Mouth... they didn't say
anything about me, did they?
No, why would they s--
You were sleeping with her, too?
Just a few mornings before work.
Rick-- I mean, that's just nasty.
You ready?
Okay, we're rolling.
Haley, did I do
something to upset you?
You mean besides
lying and cheating?
Excuse me?
You told me you weren't back
for Lucas.
- I'm not.
- That's the lying.
You kissed him last night.
I saw you.
And that's the cheating.
And now I have to be the matron
of honor to a really sweet girl
whose fianc is hooking up with
his old girlfriend behind her back.
So, yeah, I know we're friends,
but, yeah, Peyton,
you did something to upset me
and that should upset you.
Okay, listen.
You said no, Peyton,
and Lindsey said yes.
I said, "someday."
Well, Lucas fell in love
in the meantime.
You've got to stop trying
to take that away from him.
That's the thing-- it's not what
he says,it's the way he says it.
He honestly acts like he is above me,
which is ridiculous.
He's a bartender.
He mixes drinks for a living.
Like chocolate milk?
Not exactly.
Are you gonna kill
furry woodland creatures?
I most certainly am not gonna
kill furry woodland creatures.
Promise?
Pinky swear, yeah.
Now, where was I?
He should be so lucky.
I am Brooke Davis.
Brooke Peneloppe Davis.
Exactly!
Besides, what has he ever even said
to make me think he's worth my time?
"What's underneath all the clothes,
Brooke Davis?"
How old are you again?
All right.
One more scoop for the boy genius,
but don't tell your mom.
Come on.
This top is really cute.
Big date?
Oh, just something
to impress a guy.
- I hope this does the trick.
- Fingers crossed.
Millicent, you never called me back,
so I thought I'd swing by.
Actually,
I didn't call back on purpose.
Oh. Can I ask why?
I don't think we're a good match.
You like sports, and I like ballet,
so there's that.
That's the worst reason
I've ever heard.
Then how about you like having sex
with your boss, and I like ballet?
Brooke told me.
Thank you, Brooke Davis.
Look, that's completely over with,
as of last night.
Well, I'm glad to hear that, Marvin,
but it's not really the point.
I don't want to date the kind of
guy who would sleep with his boss
to get ahead at his job,
no matter how hot or funny
or smart he is otherwise.
Millicent...
I'm very sorry, Marvin, but...
you're just not the guy
I had hoped you would be.
I'm Marvin McFadden, along by--
I'm Marvin McFadden,
and with todays--
Are you okay?
I'm sorry. This is the biggest
break of my life,
and I can't stop thinking
about this girl I met.
She thinks I'm morally bankrupt,
and the truth is,
I have been lately.
Come on, Mouth.
You're the most stand-up guy I know.
All right, look, if it's true...
turn it around.
Thanks, Lucas. Where were we?
You were asking me how we intend
on avoiding getting
our asses handed to us.
I'm here with coach Lucas Scott,
whose storied buzzer-beater
sealed a championship for
the Tree Hill Ravens four years ago.
Hi, mom.
So, is there any way
that there's, like,
a cosmic loophole that could
allow you to talk to me?
'Cause I could really use one
of those mother/daughter talks
all the other girls
are raving about.
Well...
Lucas has asked another girl
to marry him.
I know, right,
who does he think he is,
asking some beautiful,
brilliant, successful editor
over the unemployed girl
who said "someday"?
What do I do now, mom?
Where do I go from here?
Thanks, mom.
- Scott residence.
- Hey, Carrie. It's me.
Listen, I have been making
some great progress with Mia,
and I was hoping to put in a few
more hours, but I wasn't sure
if Jamie and Nathan were
waiting on me for dinner.
They're not home right now, but
I'll handle dinner if they show up.
Really? That would be great.
Thank you. You're a lifesaver.
Just happy to help.
Boys, dinner's ready!
Let me see that.
Oh, it's genius.
It's a work of art.
A work of art. Look, mama.
I mean, nanny Carrie.
Hi. I've been thinking about
what you said earlier,
and I get it.
I wouldn't want to date you if you
were sleeping with your boss, either.
Brooke?
No. Victoria.
Ew.
I would totally date you if
you were sleeping with Brooke.
Millicent, wait...
I'm not that guy,
at least that's not the guy
I've been in the past.
Would you give me just one chance
to prove that to you, please?
I promise, it's not a date.
Go home.
But first...
we toast your engagement.
You know, I'm nervous.
Oh, don't be nervous.
Them chumps at La Salle,
they won't even know what hit 'em.
Yeah, I'm not talking
about the game.
I know.
Look, I was nervous
my first time, too.
Just remember...
it's a beautiful expression of love
between a man and a woman.
- Very funny.
- Luke, you're a man.
I'd be worried if you said
you wasn't nervous.
So...
here's to my friend Lucas Scott,
who don't need to be nervous
because he always,
without fail, follows his heart.
Cheers.
God.
- All right, how about just one more?
- Yeah.
Where are we?
I know it doesn't look like much, but
this is my favorite room in the world.
With our satellite, I can find
almost any sporting event
anywhere, anytime.
That's great, but why?
I mean, why sports?
I guess, when I watch a game,
it reminds me we all
have greatness inside of us.
You know, on any given day,
an underdog can rise up.
It gives me hope.
- Here we go.
- What's this?
The Moscow ballet.
I hear they're pretty good.
I don't understand.
Well, I was hoping you would
tell me why you love ballet,
'cause I think
you're really great, Millicent,
and I'd love to know more about you.
I'm sorry I called you "mama."
It's okay.
You want to hear a secret?
Sometimes I pretend you're my kid.
- You're so good with him.
- No, he's good with me.
What? What's so funny?
Nothing, just-- you've had paint on
your face for the past two hours.
Why didn't you tell me? Where?
Here.
Wait a minute. Close your eyes.
You actually managed
to get paint on your eyelids.
- Okay.
- Hold on. I'll get it.
Nanny Carrie!
Do you think maybe Whitey will
let you out of practice early
so we can catch a movie?
What are you doing, Peyton?
Just pretending for a second
that we're still 17
and nothing's changed.
Would you believe I actually met a girl
who lives vicariously through us,
at least the us in the book?
Sure, I do.
It was a great story
to be a part of, but...
it also took place a long time ago.
I know.
I didn't come here
to rehash the past.
I was reminded today
in a roundabout way
that the most perfect
act of love is sacrifice.
That's what Keith did for Karen...
burying his feelings for her
for all those years
so he could be a good friend.
I love you, Lucas.
And I think I have since
the first moment we locked eyes.
And it is gonna suck!
But if what you want
is for me to let go...
then I'm gonna do it.
Be happy, Luke.
I want that with all my heart.
Dear Molly, this is gonna sound
a little strange,
but I'd like you to paint over
my old closet door.
The thing is, there is never a time
when you'll be more honest,
when your convictions
will be stronger,
or even your motives will be more
pure than they are right now...
which means you should chase
whatever it is that excites you.
They have such perfect lines
and grace and power.
If I closed my eyes, you could totally
be talking about sports right now.
Maybe you should try it.
- Ballet?
- Closing your eyes.
Be confident and take risks...
and paint over my words so
you can start writing your own.
I assume you're not carjacking me.
You said you wanted to know
what was under the clothes.
I was being existential.
I was being literal...
and serious.
You make two fantastic points.
I should be getting home.
What? You're turning down naked me?
Nobody turns down naked me.
Relax. It was a joke.
You win.
- Really?
- Absolutely.
Let's have sex, Brooke Davis.
Your place or mine?
As if.
You haven't earned that,
bartender boy.
Sleep tight.
My story may have inspired you,
but I'm certain your story will inspire
the next girl to live in our room.
Attagirl.
- You're home late.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Mia's album is sounding awesome.
- Great.
Just, wish you were home more.
Thanks. Me, too.
Yeah.
God, it's been a long day.
I snapped at Lucas,
basically called Peyton a wh*re.
I feel pretty lousy about it.
Are you gonna tell
Lindsey about the kiss?
I don't know.
I'm starting to think some things
are better left secrets.
I'm going to bed now, okay?
Yeah, great. We're fine here.
Just let me know if you need me.
I want you to know you don't
need somebody to write about you
in order for your life
to mean something.
You can write about yourself.
Make your own destiny.
Then, years from now, the next girl
will keep what you write on that door
long enough to remind you
of how inspired your life is.
And you can tell that girl
to paint over the door,
because you realize the words
you wrote, the friends you had,
the urgency you felt will always
be there underneath the paint.
Let's get married right away.
The love you professed
will always be there,
the spark of something undeniable,
a seed of hope, the truth,
for better or for worse,
burning fiercely,
just below the surface.
Love, Peyton.
Previously on One Tree Hill...
I still love you, Lucas.
Peyton, I...
Lucas asked me to marry him.
What the hell is this?
- Well, we have this website.
- Yeah, we're sports announcers.
Everyone get away
from the door!
Jim, you can't do this.
It's a little late
for that, Mouth.
You're bleeding.
We got to get you somewhere safe.
No, I can't!
I can't walk. I tried.
- Jimmy, please--
- I'm sorry.
No!
He was my friend.
I... I miss him a lot.
Lucas, look me in the eye
and tell me that that kiss
did not feel exactly the same
as it felt three years ago.
I'm in love with her, Peyton.
Take a look at this picture.
What do you see?
There's a high school basketball
game tonight somewhere in America,
and there's a
great story there.
But sometimes, to find it,
you have to look away...
...into the shadows,
on the fringe of the obvious.
Can you see it?
Look closer.
Cut! Cut! Great.
Really great work, Mia. Excellent.
Thank you guys very much.
We can check that and move on.
How crazy is this?
It looks just like your classroom.
It's so crazy.
- All right, it's good. Let's move on.
- Thank you.
I kind of need to get out of here. I
don't know if you need me for closeups...
- No, no, no. You're good.
- Okay. All right, see you.
Oh, Haley.
Okay, about the whole Lucas
engagement thing-- I just...
- You got to let him go, Peyton.
- I know.
It's just hard.
It'll be okay.
I'll see you at the game.
This is so awesome.
What's next?
We go hand-held.
Local boys make good.
A new era dawns.
Come on, find the story.
Tonight's the big night, baby.
First game of the season
and broadcasting debut
for Marvin McFadden.
It's just a taped segment.
I'm not even sure they're gonna run it.
Man, they gonna run it.
Look, you gonna throw down so hard,
they gonna have to run it.
Got an angle, right?
Yeah, I'm thinking,
"former state champions take over."
- Something like that.
- Yeah, that's all good.
Well, look,
if you need anything, I got you.
All-access, baby.
Hey, Mouth.
Relax, dog.
You gonna do great, all right?
Hey, sorry.
I'll just be one more minute.
I've never seen Jamie so keyed up.
He's so excited about this game.
Everything all right?
I have to tell you something.
It's about Carrie.
I should probably be
the one to tell her.
I have to give my
two weeks notice.
Why?
Because I got accepted to a graduate
program that I thought I couldn't afford,
but I got a last-minute
scholarship offer,
and I think I have to take it.
Well, of course you
do. Congratulations.
We're gonna miss you.
I hope Jamie doesn't take it too hard.
Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, too.
More than you know.
Hey, Luke.
You working on the game plan?
Actually... I was just
thinking about Keith.
Wishing he were here, you know?
I've been thinking
about Jimmy all week.
What I wouldn't give to
trade this day for that one.
I see they took Dan's
jersey down in the gym.
I'm glad.
Jimmy'd be proud of you.
Thanks. You too.
Good luck, Luke.
Thanks, Mouth. You too.
Oh, Keith,
please help me out tonight.
So, what you think, bro?
It's good?
Yeah, good.
Yeah.
Hey, Peyton,
is that really who you used to be?
Yep, that's me. Come on.
Wow. You were really cool.
What happened?
Watch it.
So, tell me again-- we're going to see
the team that your ex-boyfriend coaches,
but now he's engaged to
Haley's friend, right?
Okay. You want to see where
I went to high school or not?
No, totally. I just want to know
who we hate before we get there.
You see the girl showing off her cheap-
a** engagement ring to my best friend?
Yeah. Lindsey, right?
That's who we hate.
She knows exactly
what she's doing.
I cannot believe that Lindsey
invited Brooke to the game.
It's bad enough she's got Lucas, but now
she's got to snake in on my friends, too?
I once put a hex on a girl I hated,
and it totally worked.
Maybe you could give her a horrible
rash or something for the wedding.
Totally. So are we
gonna go back or what?
I'm pretty excited
about this catfight.
Do you want to see the place where I got
shot and almost bled to death or what?
The catfight can wait.
- Hey, we saved you a seat.
- Thank you so much.
Oh, I can't wait to get
a good shot of Jamie...
with my camera that I don't have.
It's in my classroom.
Can we go with you?
I'm dying to see teacher
girl's classroom.
All right. Come on.
All right, let's go. Listen up.
Four years ago,
we won a state championship.
And since then,
there's been a lot of losing.
But this is a new team,
and this is your house.
- Good teams win at home.
- Every game.
Every game.
And this is a good team.
Believe in that.
Believe in each other.
It all starts tonight, boys.
A new team deserves a new look.
You should win half of your games
just for looking so damn good.
Jamie Scott!
You better suit up, too, son.
If Q's hand isn't right,
we might need you.
Go, Jamie! Go, Jamie!
This is so weird. I feel like I haven't
walked these halls in 20 years.
Hey. Isn't that Mia?
Okay.
Yeah.
Mia? What are you doing here?
- Oh. Hey, Peyton.
- Hey, check it out.
It's my old friends, Brooke and Haley,
and their new pal, Lindsey.
Peyton, we made plans
for tonight before you--
Before you called me a b*tch.
b*tch? No.
No, I did not call you a b*tch.
I said I didn't like you.
No, you don't have to make apologies
to her, just like I'm not apologizing
because I'm engaged to
Lucas and she's not.
You know, I really was
gonna try to be nice to you,
but I think that's
officially over.
- Works for me.
- Great.
I'm gonna head back.
Hey, if you get tired dragging
that fat a** back to the gym,
there is a water
fountain down the hall.
Whatever, you bulimic b*tch.
I can't. There's no handle.
They're fixing them
over the weekend.
- So what's that mean?
- I think it means we're stuck.
Help! Help! Somebody!
Help us!
Somebody, please!
Somebody get us out of here!
Help!
Lindsey, nobody's gonna hear you.
They're all at the game.
We cannot be locked in here.
I am totally claustrophobic.
But it's, like, a huge library.
- It's the "locked in" part.
- Relax. You'll be okay.
Okay, they're fixing all
the other doors. No handles.
And the phones seem to be out.
All the calls will go through
the office. Nobody's answering.
Does anybody have cellphone reception?
'Cause I got nothing.
I don't.
Nobody ever gets cellphone
reception in here.
Except for me,
'cause the world loves me!
I'm gonna call Mouth.
I'll have us out of here in two seconds.
Hey, this is Mouth.
Please leave me a message.
It went to voice mail.
There's got to be somebody
else we can call to get out of here.
Call the police. 911.
Really ? There's someone
out there getting murdered,
and we're gonna bother the police?
No. There is somebody that we know
who's not coaching or
playing in this game.
Don't ask me.
I just moved here.
Brooke.
- I don't want to.
- Brooke.
I don't even know his number.
What are you talking about?
Brooke's gonna call Owen,
her new bartender crush, to get us out.
I am not. It's too soon.
Brooke, we're gonna
miss the game.
I don't want to call him!
It violates all the rules of dating
etiquette. I am gonna look desperate,
he has to do us a favor,
and then he can make fun of me for it.
Oh, my God.
Fine.
I will call him, but if he does
not sleep with me after this,
it is your fault-- all of you.
I think I'm okay with that.
What?
My battery just died!
It's great!
Isn't that great?
- Brooke, we're stuck!
- Uh, stuck is not good.
Come sit down for a second, ok?
All right, just breathe and
close your eyes and try and think
of a place that makes
you happy and calm.
You got it? Where are you?
I'm with my dad. We're walking
near Walden Pond. It's fall.
The leaves are changing.
You're not here. You're there.
Better?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Hey, Mia, are you okay?
I'm great. I actually think
this is kind of awesome.
I can finally get to know you guys.
I have questions.
No. Now is not the time.
Oh, come on.
You guys totally fascinate me.
- Especially you, Brooke.
- Really?
Well, in that case,
ask away, my dear.
Okay. Like,
you're really successful, right?
- Like, really cool and rich?
- Yes, yes, and yes.
So why do you let that horrible stink
of a mom boss you around all the time?
You should quit being so nosy.
Come on, Brooke.
You know she's not nice.
I'm not talking about my mom.
She doesn't appreciate you.
She is my mother, all right?
That doesn't make it right.
Okay. It's time for the two new
kids to stay the hell out of it,
and as for you two,
I expect you both to understand.
What's that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
Neither of your moms were around--
at least not in all the time
that I've been friends with you.
I'm sorry for that, but what if you had
a chance to have them back in your lives?
Brooke, I would love to have them back--
both of them, all right?
But I would hope that they'd be
coming back because they love me,
not because they wanted
to run my label.
- Oh, the label I financed?
- Easy. I'm with you.
Now. You are with
me now, Peyton,
but for the last four years,
my mom has been with me every day,
helping me create a
pretty great company.
That's... not true.
I was with you when you created that
pretty great company, and so was Peyton.
Maybe your mom made it bigger,
but you created it all by yourself.
You did. You made it great before your
mom even stepped into the picture.
You guys don't know
anything about it.
Maybe not, but I do know that a
mother's love is unconditional,
and you don't have to earn it, you don't
have to sign a fashion label to keep it.
It just is.
You don't know
anything about it.
You okay?
I'm thinking I can
break this window.
Lindsey, somebody's gonna
come get us out of here.
- I can do it.
- No-- oh! Okay.
Jeez, that chair
is really heavy.
Check it out.
I found librarian Glaufelte's stash.
We always knew she was boozy.
Do you want some?
Whatcha readin'?
B. Davis.
She came up with this, Peyton.
The magazine, the high-end clientele--
Victoria did all of it.
I know.
But it's not called
V. Davis, is it?
All those years growing up,
I just wanted her to see me.
To see me and appreciate me
and maybe love me.
And now that I have it, even if it's for
the wrong reasons, it's hard to let it go.
Can you understand that?
Yeah.
This is terrible. It's Lucas' first
game, we're stuck in this stupid library.
Ah, I wish we knew the score.
Ravens down by 8.
Wait, let me refresh.
Ravens down by 10.
- Are you online?
- Yeah.
Brooke, Peyton, come here.
We got internet.
Hey, you guys want
to see me at Trick?
Okay, there's got to be a way
we can use this to get out.
Or at least order a pizza.
I'm starving.
No, that's it.
Do we need to be thinking
about food right now?
We order pizza online. We have it
delivered here so we can get out.
Okay, Blackwell's pizzeria--
they are... open.
You can order online,
and they deliver.
Nice.
- So, what are we getting?
- What?
- What kind of pizza?
- I don't know. Mushroom and sausage.
- No mushroom, please.
- Brooke.
- I'm totally with Brooke. Canadian bacon?
- Canadian bacon. Extra cheese.
- Just order the damn pizza.
- Do not yell at me.
I'll yell at you if I want. Just order
it! Freaking sausage, canadian bacon,
freaking mushroom--
I want to get the hell out of here!
We all want to get the hell out of here,
okay? Don't yell at me!
Calm down! God.
Just no mushroom.
There. It's ordered.
Are we all happy now?
What'd we get?
No mushroom, Brooke, okay?
No "mush," no "room"-- no mushroom!
Relax, okay? The pizza guy's gonna come,
he's gonna let us out,
and maybe we'll make the end of the game,
so in the meantime, everybody calm down!
You did a great job
with my record, Haley.
Thank you.
Where did that come from?
I don't know. I just think we tear
each other down enough, you know?
And sometimes you should tell people
the things that you love about them,
like something they're
really great at
or a quality they have that you admire,
and you did a really good job.
Courage. Haley's courageous.
- And strong.
- And kind.
See, don't you feel like
you're pretty awesome now?
Yeah, I kind off do.
Okay, do me.
What's great about me?
Your voice is an amazing gift.
The fact that you came
up with this game.
Your boobs.
And your lips.
I would kill for lips like that.
And you've got good legs.
It's like a whole--
Okay. Before this turns into
a women-in-prison film,
I think we should move on.
Lindsey. Your eyes are,
like, not even fair.
You're also one of the
smartest people I know.
- I am not.
- And you're classy.
You guys...
Peyton, isn't there something nice
you'd like to say about Lindsey?
She got decent taste in men.
This game sucks.
I'm intimidated by Peyton.
I spent a year editing a book that
was basically a love letter to her.
I watched how caring
and meticulous Lucas was
with the words he
chose for her,
like he was still
holding on to her.
Sometimes I think he still is.
Which is why he
proposed to you, right?
Yeah, I can see that.
God, I hate this library.
- I found it.
- A way out?
No. Lucas' book.
I never read it.
They replaced the carpet.
This is where Lucas and I hid
out during the school shooting,
but they changed the carpet.
It doesn't match.
I'm not gonna tell you
how to be with Lindsey...
but most of your life,
I've known you to take the high road.
I know, Brooke.
I'm so sick of looking at
her and her precious ring.
You mean your precious ring?
All right. One more.
Score me. Score me, Haley.
Ravens are down by 9. Halftime.
Wait. Hold on.
Are you telling me Lucas slept with
Peyton, Brooke, and you, Lindsey?
Yeah. Not all at the same time.
Jeez, Haley,
you sure you never got in on that?
- Ew, he's like my brother.
- I'm just saying.
- Jamie looks a lot like him.
- Ah, they're like twins.
- They are not!
- Yes, they are.
And what inbred moron is
taking so long with our pizza?
Well, well, well.
Oh, my God,
4,000 hits for my video at Trick.
Listen to these comments.
"You rock.
Where can I buy this?"
That's really great, Mia.
"This song is awesome.
I'd love to see this chick... naked."
Ew.
- It's just one comment.
- No, wait, there's more.
"Another pop princess
who can't sing or play.
"She looks like she
smells like dirty feet"?
- What's wrong with people?
- You need to stop.
Do you know what people
use the internet for?
- Porn and complaining.
- Yep.
But that's so not fair. They have to
know there's somebody reading this.
It's the easiest thing in the
world to tear down somebody's work.
The hard part is actually creating it.
It's criticism versus creation.
- Do you love making music?
- Yeah.
Okay, so,
the rest doesn't matter.
Easy for you to say.
They didn't say you smell like feet.
Oh, sticks and stones, Mia.
Right. This coming from the
girl that couldn't handle it
when I said I didn't like her.
Okay. Let's just check the scorecard
on this one, miss "pity me."
You dated the guy two years ago,
you disappeared,
then you come back and expect
him to drop everything
for the love of your bony,
jobless a**.
- WTF?
- Okay, D.U.I.
Nice work, Haley.
Better save ol' drinky here
before I kick her spoiled a**
all the way back to Walden Pond.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Guess this is the second time you'll
be bleeding all over this library.
You think that's funny?!
Tim Smith is in the lib-ra-zee!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Tim, put me down!
- Brooke, it's so good to see--
You idiot! The door is locked!
No, it's not.
I just walked in, Brooke.
From the outside, Tim.
The door is locked from the outside.
We cannot get out!
Girl, chill.
I'll just call somebody at the pizza
place and have them send someone--
I left my phone in my scooter.
Motorcycle. It's a motorcycle.
Well, since we're locked
in here all alone...
...who wants a piece?
Extra sausage.
Ravens trail by 9.
Sold-out crowd.
Come on, Mouth.
There's a great story here.
Find it.
Oh, my God.
If you had to eat any part of a person
to stay alive, what would you eat?
What?
Like-- I don't know--
say we ran out of food and Haley died.
Thanks a lot.
Okay, someone else dies,
and we need to survive.
- What do you eat?
- I know what I'm starting with.
Don't say it, perv.
Love handles.
I'd make, like,
beef jerky out of their love handles.
You could snack for days.
I so would not eat
someone's love handles.
Well, you're gonna starve,
and we're all gonna eat you.
No one gonna's eat me, ther.
No!
You know,
I could eat your neck like a vampire.
- You guys, seriously.
- What's the big deal?
- You're dead, and I'm hungry.
- Yeah, don't you want us to live?
We're hungry, Brooke.
Okay. Chow down,
but I am gonna haunt each
and every one of you.
- I believe in ghosts.
- Totally.
- Yeah, don't even get me started.
- Do you believe in ghosts, Linds?
I think if someone dies suddenly,
especially before their time,
maybe they get confused.
They don't know to leave a place.
You think they're
still here, then?
Jimmy Edwards and Keith?
I wish you were
here tonight, Jim.
We were supposed to
do this together.
And this is a
picture of my son.
A lot of people say he looks like me, but
I'm not quite sure he's that handsome.
He's really something.
- What's his name?
- Nathan.
Mine's a snow day.
My happy place.
Lindsey's is Walden Pond.
Mine's a snow day in Ohio.
No school.
I'd stay in bed under
the warm covers,
and my mom would bring
me hot chocolate.
How 'bout you, Peyton? Your mom ever
bring you hot chocolate on a snow day?
No, I didn't have...
I didn't have a whole
lot of snow days.
Brooke and I did build a
pretty killer snow fort once.
And you sat in it, and you worried
that your lives were about to change.
Just because you edited
a book about my life
doesn't mean you know
anything about me.
I didn't mean anything by it.
I was just--
It's a beautiful story.
- That's nice, Mia.
- Thanks.
I've had this melody forever and
just don't have the lyrics yet.
Why don't you keep playing it
and maybe we can help you?
I think maybe we should probably just
work on that in the studio, alone.
Oh, for God's sakes.
What am I gonna do-- steal Mia's song?
I don't know. Songs? Friends?
What about you, scraggly?
I heard you stole
Lucas from Brooke once.
- Pot, meet kettle.
- a**, meet face.
Pot, meet kettle
a**, meet face
I don't think that's
gonna work, guys.
Wait! That's hot! No,
drop that bomb again! I got something.
Yeah?
- All right, ready?
- Okay.
One, two, three, four...
Straight from the ghetto,
Packing wood like Geppetto
Ain't gonna bathe till
I look like Jared Leto
Nice.
Don't laugh at him.
You're right.
Creation versus criticism.
Let me try one.
Two, three, four...
My name's Peyton
Fake, blond Peyton
I don't have a boyfriend
'Cause I'm a b*tch
Play it again, Mia.
Guys, we need to stop.
Mia.
One, two, three, four...
Her name's Lindsey--
man-faced Lindsey
And her fianc
proposed to me first
With the very same ring!
- You're lying.
- Oh, you didn't know?
- No, is she gonna cry?
- Stop it.
- Go ahead, let's cry, little rich girl.
- I said stop it.
Is daddy gonna throw you a great,
big, huge wedding at Walden Pond
for his little
crybaby daughter?
Peyton, you don't know
what you're talking about!
It's fine. Daddy's gonna make everything
better for the little rich girl
that got everything
she ever wanted!
He's dead! All right, Peyton?
He's dead.
He died two years ago from cancer,
but not until he couldn't walk
or talk or even recognize me.
Does that make you happy?
Does that make you feel better?
That his death is
with me every day,
that I was the one who had
to turn off the ventilator
because my mother was
too destroyed to do it?
You want to hear the sound he made
before he took that last breath?
Oh, 'cause I can still hear
it exactly how it sounded.
Oh, does that make you happy?
Are you glad that my
life isn't perfect?
I used to admire the
Peyton from the book.
She seemed so noble... kind.
I wish she were here, Peyton.
That version of you.
What happened to her?
I was true
As the sky is blue
But I couldn't soon
Say the same for you, no, no
So now I find
Denial in my eyes
I'm mesmerized by the--
the picture that's in my mind now
So tell me when I finally
see your shattered heart
What it is, yeah
'Cause I don't want to keep
on believing in illusions
No, no, no 'cause I've seen your
act and I know all the facts
I'm still in love with you,
I wish you were here
And it ain't hard to see
who you are underneath
I'm still in love with you,
I wish you were...
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
God, the last time I was trapped
in the school was the shooting.
You know how Lindsey
and I got so close?
She was... editing Lucas' book,
and I still wasn't really sure
about her 'cause I was rooting
for Lucas to be with
my friend Peyton...
or maybe even Brooke.
Anyway, she-- she was working on
the chapter about the shooting,
and she said to me,
"I want this to be Lucas' best writing--
"the best he has in him--
because Peyton deserves it."
"Jimmy and Keith deserve it,
and that day deserves it."
And we've been
friends ever since.
Can I please talk with you?
I'm sorry.
God, Lindsey, I'm sorry.
I am so sorry for what I said
about your father, okay?
I lost my mom to cancer,
and I...
I'm sorry.
I don't know what it is, but you
bring out the insecurities in me,
and I end up being the worst
possible version of myself.
Welcome to the club.
Haley told me what
you said about
wanting to get that chapter right in the
book, the one about the school shooting.
And I think that's what
makes it so hard, you know--
the fact that Lucas has found
this person that's so great
and that has such a big heart.
And it was never my ring.
I was just trying to hurt you.
And the only reason I recognized
it is 'cause that's the ring
Keith gave Karen when
he proposed to her,
before he walked into this school
and never walked out again.
So you have to know how much Lucas
loves you if he wanted you to have it.
Why would you tell me that?
So you stop doubting it.
So we stop doing this.
God, you gave me a clean slate,
and I said something dumb
that I didn't even mean,
and I was just too
stubborn to take it back.
I guess it's obvious that I'm not
the Peyton in the book anymore.
The truth is, I never was.
I think you were.
And I think you still are.
It's just...
you're not that couple anymore.
And in a way, it breaks my heart,
'cause I really was rooting for them.
But Lucas and I have
written our own chapter now,
and that's a chapter
I won't apologize for.
No, you don't have to.
And you don't have a
man face or a big a**.
The fact is,
you have a pretty great a**, so...
Okay.
Before this turns into a
women-in-prison film...
maybe we should move on.
Moving on sounds... overdue.
"M"? Mono.
Monkey. Yes!
Well, guess it's time for
me to get back to work.
But you're forgetting something,
short bus. The door's locked.
No big deal.
What?
Oh, my God! Did you know how
to do that this whole time?!
Yeah.
Why didn't you say something?
I miss you guys.
Nobody keeps in touch anymore.
Would you look at that?
You can still see where
Dan's jersey used to hang.
It's kind of eerie, huh?
You know, that's weird.
I expected to see Lindsey here.
Have you talked
to Haley tonight?
Now that you mention it, no,
but I've been trying to avoid her.
What's going on?
You kissed Peyton, didn't you?
Okay, I know you want to call me a d*ck,
and that's fine--
I kissed Carrie.
- You're a d*ck.
- I know.
Actually, she kissed me, but it still
happened, and I feel terrible about it.
I'm not that guy, Luke.
Are you sure? I mean,
if you had another chance to do it,
would you do it again?
No. Absolutely not.
I love Haley.
Okay.
Luke, every time I try to
keep something from Haley,
it just makes it worse.
I'm gonna tell her.
She deserves to know.
Ready to go home now, daddy?
I got to stop being my father
and start being the father
my son thinks I am.
There was a high school basketball
game tonight somewhere in America.
A team won, and a team lost.
That's not the real story.
The real story is
about fathers and sons.
It's about life and time.
And change.
All right. I'll see you later.
See ya.
Girls and boys
went to the game.
They dressed up and
hoped to fit in.
Some did.
Some didn't.
- If it's okay, since I came with them--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go. I want you to.
And you know why? 'Cause you are
my best friend, Brooke Davis,
- and you always will be.
- Yes, I will.
Love you.
It's a story that has history
and chapters yet to be written.
You ready, rock star?
My name's Peyton
Fake, blond Peyton
I don't have a boyfriend
'cause I'm a b*tch
- What? It's catchy.
- Whatever.
You look like you
smell like feet.
Hi.
I was looking for you.
I was here.
Whatcha thinking about?
Keith.
He'd be proud of you.
There was a high school basketball
game tonight somewhere in America.
Reporters will report.
They'll tell you who the high scorer
was anat the keys to the game were.
But that's not the real story.
As a matter of fact,
that's not the story at all.