All spoilers thanks to
Fraz - posted at
Fan Forum and on her
own site.Ryan is in trouble after a police chase and his brother Trey goes to jail for 3 to 5 years. Sandy is assigned Ryan attorney and gets his charges reduced. When Ryan returns home his mother in a drunken state kicks him out on the streets.
Sandy's business card in his hand and in one phone call Ryan ends up in one of the most exclusive coastal communities in Californina. Pool house digs and a whole nother life awaits him if he can keep it together.
Kristen who is a cold bitch and less than warm about the idea of Ryan being in her home with expensive items at hand for him to steal agrees to a trial stay.
His son Seth being a only child will have to adjust and make a friend or go on living in the house a secret life his parents know nothing about.
Ryan learns to play the game and in the meantime Seth and Ryan may have just found a friend for life. Until the neighbor girl Marrisa complicates things left and right.
Summer who is Marrisa rich and spoiled friend is also a detour Ryan doesnt want to take but once Summer wants something all the money in the world has always solved her problems and I dont believe she has ever heard the word NO.
Luke is the all american guy everyone wants to be his friend and no one ever wants to be his enemy. He has the good looks and a attitude for trouble. Ryan and Luke will never be friends.
Throw in a Fashion Show with thin rich girls , Druken kids looking for a fight it seems for any reason , a few girls throwing themselves at boys and you got yourself a hot new show on FOX. But that is just the kids...the parents are a whole nother story you gotta see.
*****
RYAN sits on the floor. Back against the wall. Numb. A half dozen other KIDS in the cell with him. Mostly teenagers. A couple ever younger. IF it wasn't for the BARS, you'd think this was a looker room at the YMCA.
A POLICE OFFICER glares at Ryan.
JUVIE POLICE OFFICER: Ryan Atwood. Your attorney's here.
(off Ryan's puzzled look)
You get a lawyer.
INT. DETENTION CENTER-- CONFERENCE ROOM-- MORNING
RYAN is led by the OFFICER into a cramped cement room. A cell in itself. Save for the small table and two chairs. Standing to greet him is SANDY COHEN, 40s. His hair's a little messy, his face not quite clean shaven.
SANDY
(warm smile)
Hey, Ryan. Sandy Cohen. The court's appointed me your public defender.
(beat, no reaction)
You could do worse.
(sitting)
You alright? They treat you okay?
RYAN
Where's my brother?
Sandy nods. Looking through one of many manila folders on the desk.
SANDY
Trey?
(finds the file)
Trey's over eighteen. Trey stole a car. Trey had a gun in his pants. An ounce of pot in his jacket. And a couple priors...I think it's safe to say Trey hasn't been a model citizen. I'm guessing three to five years.
Ryan tries not to react. Doing his best to seem tough.
You given any thought to your future? Any plans?
(still nothing)
Hey. Dude. I'm on your side.
Anytime you wanna help me out I'd-
RYAN
(looks up at Sandy)
MOdern medicine is advancing to the point where the average human life span will be a hundred. But I read this article which said that social security is supposed to run out by the year 2025. Which means people are going to have to stay in their jobs until they're eighty.
(beat)
So I don't want to commit to anything too soon.
A beat. Sandy smiles.
SANDY
I knew there was a person in there.
(to the officer)
Give me a moment alone with my client?
The officer nods. Walks out.
SANDY
Look-I'll plea this down to a misdemeanor. Petty fine. Probation.
(beat)
But know this. stealing a car because your big brother told you to-- that's stupid. And it's weal. And those are two things y ou can't afford to be anymore.
RYAN
Two more things...
SANDY
You wanna change that? You're gonna have to get over the fact that life's dealt you a bad hand.
(off Ryan, unflinching)
I get . We're cut from the same deck, Ryan. I grew up- no money. Bad part of the Bronx. Dad was gone, mom worked all the time. I was pissed off. Stupid-
RYAN
And look at you now.
SANDY
I'm serous. Smart kid like you- you gotta have a plan, some kind of a dream or-
RYAN
(suddenly angry)
Yeah. Right. Let me tell you something, okay? Where I'm from -- having a dream doesn't make you smart. Knowing it won't come true?
(shrugs)
That does.
OFF SANDY-- doesn't know what to say to that. Struck.
*****
Marrisa and Ryan first meet...
Ryan bored and restless gets out of the MERECEDES. Walks down to the end of the driveway. Strangely quiet...As he glances from HOUSE to HOUSE- every driveway fitted with a RANGE ROVER.
He shakes his head, and then shakes out a CIGARETTE. Lights it up. And look to the house next door as--
MARISSA COOPER, 16, comes outside. Walking down the end of her driveway. Anxiously looking up the street. Checking her watch. As she gets to teh curb, she turns-- seeing Ryan--
And the way the light from the streetlamp above hits her she looks... perfect. Ryan has never seen a girl like this before. Dressed for a Friday Night.
This girl is heartbreakingly beautiful. And she knows it. And, truth be told, is a little embarrassed by it...
A beat.
MARISSA
Who are you?
RYAN
(cocky tough guy)
Whoever you want me to be.
She smirks. That doesn't work here.
MARISSA
Ooookay...
She looks back up the street. Ryan deflates.
MARISSA
Can I bum a Cigarette?
Ryan nods. Almost too eager. Pulls one out. As he hands it to her-- his fingers GRAZE hers.
A quick look between them as he lights her cigarette. As he does- he breathes her in... He's never smelled a girl like this before...
Marissa blows out her cigarette smoke a little too coolly. She's putting on airs here a bit as well. But to Ryan she's all sophisticated grace.
MARISSA
So. What are you doing here?
Seriously.
RYAN
Seriously?
(a beat, and then)
I stole a caare. Crashed it intio a telephone pole. Actually my brother did. And since he had a gun and drugs on him he's in jail. I got out but then my mom th rew me out, 'cause she was pissed off and drunk, and so Mr. Cohen took me in.
A beat. And then Marissa cracks up. A great smile...
MARISSA
No- for real. You're their cousin from Boston right?
RYAN
(a beat)
Boston. Uh-huh.
I love him already!