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03x07 - Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends
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Author:  bunniefuu [ 11/30/05 11:25 ]
Post subject:  03x07 - Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends
FADE IN:

LUCAS: (v.o) Previously on One Tree Hill.

[EXT. TREE HILL HIGH SCHOOL – GROUNDS – DAY]

(Haley and Nathan walk together just outside of the school building.)

NATHAN: (v.o) I’m here to talk about-

CUT TO:

[INT. RECORDING STUDIO – RECORDING ROOM – EVENING]

(Nathan is talking to Chris.)

NATHAN: -Haley and her music (pause) not Haley and me.

CHRIS: They’re the same thing.

CUT TO:

[INT. THE MOTEL – ELLIE’S ROOM – EVENING]

(Peyton looks down at the chest of drawers with a pained expression.)

PEYTON: (v.o) I think you’re just a lying junkie (cut to a shot of the cancer survivor bracelet) who probably doesn’t even have cancer.

CUT TO:

[INT. SAWYER RESIDENCE – PEYTON’S BEDROOM – DAY]

(Peyton glares at Ellie, her expression closed and her arms crossed.)

PEYTON: Just get out, Ellie.

ELLIE: (beat) OK.

CUT TO:

[EXT. KAREN’S CAFÉ – WINDOW – DAY]

(Karen stands in the café, putting up her signs for her mayoral campaign when a vehicle pulls up and the reflection is seen in the window. Karen slowly lowers her sign. Dan gets out of the vehicle which has a huge billboard of himself, smiling, on the side. He turns to look at Karen and Deb standing at the window.)

DEB: (v.o) You’re gonna need a bigger sign.

CUT TO:

[INT. TREE HILL HIGH SCHOOL – GILRS LOCKER ROOM – DAY]

(Brooke shakes a bag full of compacts and holds it out to the cheerleaders.)

BROOKE: (v.o) Here’s how the Fantasy Boy Draft works:

(Bevin and Rachel take compacts.)

BROOKE: Once you pick a guy, he is yours for the season, which means he is off the market and on one else can touch him (looks pointedly at Bevin) got it, Bevin?

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[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(All the cheerleaders sit in front of a white board as each girl shouts out which ‘Boy’ they pick.)

BROOKE: P. Sawyer, you’ve got the first pick and you are on the clock.

PEYTON: Mouth McFadden.

BROOKE: I pick Chris Keller, (to Rachel) ha!

ASHLEY: Chris goes to Brooke! (writes it down)

BROOKE: Bevin, you’re next.

BEVIN: (anxiously) Uh, actually, I-

RACHEL: There’s been a trade.

BROOKE: (stunned) What?

RACHEL: And I pick Lucas.

ASHLEY: Lucas Scott to Rachel.

BROOKE: But, she can’t-

HALEY: I pick Nathan!

ASHLEY: Nathan Scott to Haley!

BROOKE: Wait-

BEVIN: (holding a hand up) I get Skills.

ASHLEY: Skills to Bevin-

(Bevin claps and stands.)

BROOKE: Wait!

BEVIN: This is awesome; we all got who we wanted!

(Brooke glowers at Rachel as the camera zooms in on Rachel’s smirking face.)

BEVIN: (v.o) Great idea, Brooke.

(Brooke narrows her eyes.)

FADE TO BLACK:

END OF PREVIOUSLY ON:

OPENING CREDITS ROLL:

FADE IN:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – BROOKE AND HALEY’S BEDROOM – DAY]

(The camera travels up Brooke’s legs and carries on to her face. She’s asleep. She opens her eyes, smiles and closes them again. Someone inhales from behind her and Lucas’ head pops up. He sighs happily and moves over to her.)

LUCAS: Morning, babe.

(Brooke sighs tiredly.)

(The alarm clock rings and the music falters.)

CUT TO:

[INT. ROE RESIDENCE – LUCAS’ BEDROOM – DAY]

(Lucas wakes up, frowns, and reaches over, turning the alarm off. He sighs and lies back in bed.)

(Chris is beside him and reaches over.)

CHRIS: Morning, baby.

(Chris puts his hand around Lucas and snuggles. Lucas doesn’t make a noise.)

(The music falters again. Another alarm clock sounds.)

CUT TO:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – BROOKE AND HALEY’S BEDROOM – DAY]

(Haley wakes up from her dream, sighs and slams her clock shut. Brooke sits up in her bed.)

BROOKE: Bad dream?

(Haley groans, throws her covers off, grabs a pillow and walks to Brooke’s bed, falling on it. Her back is to Brooke.)

BROOKE: Well, how bad was it?

HALEY: I dreamt that Lucas was in bed with Chris Keller.

(Brooke groans in understanding.)

BROOKE: That’s pretty bad.

(Haley sighs.)

BROOKE: So, you wanna make out?

HALEY: (beat) Yeah, OK, sure.

(She turns around and Brooke holds her arm out.)

(The music cuts out.)

CUT TO:

[INT. SCOTT RESIDENCE – NATHAN’S BEDROOM – DAY]

(Nathan jerks awake and sits up. He remembers and smiles in approval.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. TREE HILL HIGH SCHOOL – PARKING LOT – DAY]

(Haley and Brooke get out of Brooke’s car.)

HALEY: (rushing to keep up with Brooke) Oh, hey, what did Lucas say about you, uh, not picking him for the draft?

BROOKE: (cautiously) Not much… mostly coz I haven’t told him yet. You didn’t say anything, did you?

HALEY: No. I… haven’t said a word.

BROOKE: (relieved) OK, good. Oh! But did I mention that my designs were a total hit with the corporate big-stuffs over at Suburban Filth? They may pick the up for a fashion line(!)

HALEY: Oh my god, Brooke, that’s incredible!

(Brooke does a happy jump.)

HALEY: You must be so happy. (sees Brooke’s face fall) Or not…?

(Haley looks at what Brooke’s spotted.)

(Cut to a table where Peyton is sitting along with some cheerleaders. She’s talking to Rachel.)

BROOKE: (almost growling) What is she doing talking to that troll?(!)

HALEY: (scoffs) By troll, do you mean Peyton?

(There’s a beat before Brooke stalks to the table. Haley follows.)

BROOKE: Hi, (looks at Peyton accusingly) backstabbing supposed-to-be-best-friend-and-all.

PEYTON: Hi, forgot-to-say-good-morning-sneery-grouch-a-lot.

RACHEL: (Laughs) I’m outta here, over-possessive-best-friends-with-weird-lesbian-energy (pause) and Haley.

(Haley smiles tightly.)

TIM: Lay us or trade us!

(Tim walks on with his arms out and a lot of the guys from the team, including Nathan and Lucas.)

BROOKE: What are you babbling about?!

TIM: The boy draft. We know all you girls got together and drafted us to be your little love-dolls, so… we just wanna know the results.

BROOKE: It was a fantasy draft, Dim. You know, like that fantasies you have about Nathan – not real.

RACHEL: What d’ya have in mind?

(Brooke looks at Rachel, annoyed.)

TIM: Dates, tonight, you pay.

(Brooke scoffs.)

BROOKE: Look-

RACHEL: OK, sounds good.

(Brooke is very close to hitting Rachel.)

TIM: Sweet(!)

BEVIN: (beaming) I’m gonna go get Skills. (leaves)

TIM: So, who picked me?

(Nobody answers him.)

TIM: Come on, who wants some Tim?

(Brooke is silently fuming.)

TIM: Is it you, Brooke?

BROOKE: You didn’t even get drafted, you little… (tightly) Tim(!)

(Brooke turns and leaves. Tim looks around. Lucas looks slightly sympathetic before leaving too.)

(Haley rushes to Nathan.)

HALEY: Hey, are you… OK with this?

NATHAN: Yeah, sure, why not? I mean, it’s a group thing, right?

HALEY: (covering) Yeah. (nods) Yeah, sure, OK. Um,… you wanna come by at like… eight?

NATHAN: OK.

(Haley smiles and mouths ‘OK’. She smiles delightedly after Nathan walks away.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. TREE HILL HIGH SCHOOL – GROUNDS – DAY]

LUCAS: (o.s) Hey, Brooke!

(Brooke stops and turns.)

BROOKE: (smiles strained) Hey, looks who it is.

LUCAS: So what time should I be ready?

BROOKE: Um,… (laughs) you know it’s the… craziest thing. (pause) I sorta got mixed up and… didn’t pick you.

LUCAS: (not sure he’s hearing right) What?

BROOKE: (quickly) It was all Rachel’s fault. She tricked me

LUCAS: S-so let me get this straight: you coulda picked me… but you didn’t?

BROOKE: It just… sort of happened wrong(!)

RACHEL: (o.s) She picked Chris Keller (comes up behind Lucas) and I picked you.

(Brooke tries to come up with something to say but she can’t. She decides to just glare at Rachel.)

LUCAS: Well, (pause) at least somebody wanted me.

BROOKE: (upset) No-

(Lucas leaves. Rachel smiles, shrugs and follows Lucas.)

(The bell rings and Brooke sighs in defeat.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. TREE HILL HIGH SCHOOL – THE BENCHES – DAY]

(Peyton walks to the benches.)

PEYTON: Hey, boyfriend. (sits)

(Mouth is sitting on the bench.)

PEYTON: Looks like we’re supposed to go out on a date tonight.

MOUTH: I know you were just doing me a favour when you drafted me, Peyton… but there’s something I have to do tonight.

PEYTON: You’re a tough guy to ask out, Mouth!

MOUTH: (laughs) Well… you could come if you want. (pause) It’s just… kinda un-cool.

PEYTON: OK, trust me, I’ve had enough supposedly cool nights, un-cool sounds… great.

MOUTH: (smiles) OK,… un-cool it is.

(Peyton nods and smacks him on the leg before standing and walking away. Mouth grabs his backpack and Tim drops himself next to him.)

TIM: (depressed) Can’t believe I didn’t even get drafted. (looks at Mouth)

(Mouth looks ahead, not saying a word.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. ROE RESIDENCE – FRONT DOOR – DAY]

(Karen is sitting on the front stoop, opening letters. Deb walks up to her.)

DEB: So, Dan put up another campaign billboard. Over the highway just outside of town.

KAREN: (amused) Yeah, I know, I saw. (pause) But, if he’s gonna buy the election, there’s really nothing I can do about it. (smiles)

DEB: Actually, (reaches into her shoulder bag) there is.

(Deb walks forward and pulls out a spray can.)

DEB: Have I ever told you how ridiculous Dan looks… with a moustache?

(Karen is interested. Deb throws the can at her and Karen catches it. They look at each other conspiratorially.)

CUT TO:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT RESIDENCE – BROOKE AND HALEY’S BEDROOM – DAY]

(Haley examines herself hard in the mirror. She’s completely dressed for her date and her hair is tied up.)

HALEY: (to Brooke) Whaddaya think?

BROOKE: The same thing I thought ten seconds ago; you look great(!)

(Brooke is lying on her stomach, depressed.)

HALEY: OK, well, I’m sorry if I’m a little nervous. I just have the perfect evening planned for Nathan and me (puts a necklace around her neck and holds it there) I can not believe you’re not going on your date, by the way.

BROOKE: Why should I?

HALEY: Hmmm, I don’t know, you can pick between ‘this whole thing was your idea’ or because you physically threatened every person that didn’t follow the rules(!)

(Haley turns back to the mirror and messes with the necklace again. The doorbell rings.)

HALEY: (drops the necklace) Oh, shoot, that’s Nathan. I’m not ready; where are my shoes?!

BROOKE: On your feet! Relax.

(Haley stops and sighs.)

BROOKE: I’ll get it. (jumps off the bed and walks to the front door) To finish our conversation, I would rather tongue kiss a puss infected sore than ever… go out… with Chris-

(She harshly opens the door to Chris.)

CHRIS: Well, well. My date’s already dressed for bed. (Brooke glares at him) Looks like someone’s a little horny for some Chris Keller.

(He walks in. She scoffs.)

FADE TO BLACK:

COMMERCIAL SET:

FADE IN:

[INT. ROE RRESIDENCE – LUCAS’ BEDROOM – DAY]

(Rachel opens Lucas’ door and enters.)

LUCAS: Hey, Rachel, come on in.

(She shuts the door behind her.)

RACHEL: Thanks, you ready?

LUCAS: (wincing) Uh… actually, if it’s cool with you, I was gonna go see Brooke.

RACHEL: (sighs and sits on his bed) Luke, you know I was messing with Brooke when I drafted you, right?

(Lucas laughs.)

RACHEL: And anyway, doesn’t she have a date with Chris Keller?

LUCAS: No, she wouldn’t do that.

RACHEL: I don’t know, I’ve seen the guy – he’s kinda fine.

LUCAS: Yeah, (nodding annoyed) he’s kind of a jerk, too.

RACHEL: Interesting… and (sits up) definitely my type. Well, I was gonna say we could get a workout at the Rivercourt… but instead, let’s go to Brooke’s house. (pause) And I’ll officially trade you.

LUCAS: You’d do that? (pause) You’d trade me?

RACHEL: Yeah, why not? I can’t torture Brooke forever. (thinks) Well, I could, but where’s the fun it that? Come on (throws the basketball at the painted Rivercourt basketball hoop)

CUT TO:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAY]

(Chris is sitting in a revolving chair and Brooke is standing over him.)

BROOKE: Look, whatever you heard, you heard wrong(!)

CHRIS: So you’re not into me?

BROOKE: (forcefully) No! (Tries to pull him off the chair.)

CHRIS: Wait, so you and Haley aren’t going on dates?

BROOKE: (lying through her teeth) No.

(She yanks him off the chair. Nathan walks to the doorway and sees them. Chris spots him.)

CHRIS: Oh, hey-ey, Nate. Here for your (looks at Brooke who’s shaking her head) date?

NATHAN: Yeah, what’s it to you?

(Chris smirks at her.)

BROOKE: (beyond annoyed) Haley, your boyfriends are here!

(Chris grins as Haley enters. Nathan stands to attention when he sees her.)

HALEY: (smiling) Hi.

NATHAN: (shocked) Wow, you look so-

CHRIS: Overdressed.

(Nathan frowns at him and Brooke sneers at him.)

CHRIS: So, you girls ready?

BROOKE: I’m not going anywhere with you(!)

CHRIS: Fine by me, I’m good staying in.

HALEY: Well, we’re going out. Let me just get my purse.

NATHAN: Actually, um,… maybe Brooke’s right. I mean, if she’s not gonna follow through with this, what’re the odds anyone else is?

(Brooke continues to scoff at Chris. Haley approaches Brooke with a fake smile.)

HALEY: (to Nathan) Could you just, um,… just… one second.

(She grabs Brooke’s arm and forcefully drags her away.)

BROOKE: Ow(!) That hurts.

(When they are a good distance away, Haley lets her go.)

HALEY: (voice low) OK, listen, sister; I joined cheerleading and I sat in this stupid draft because of, OH, you(!) Now I am this close to getting an actual date with Nathan so if you don’t suck it up, and go out with Chris Keller, I swear the only puss-infected sores you’re gonna be licking are you own, when I get through with you, do you get it?!

(Haley smiles and turns back to the guys.)

HALEY: OK, great! We’re going! (smiles and walks to them)

(Brooke stalks off to get changed.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – ROAD – DAY]

(All four of them walk to the car. Chris holds the door open for Brooke. She smirks at him before getting in.)

(Pan to Rachel and Lucas in Rachel’s car.)

RACHEL: Yeah, Brooke’s definitely staying home tonight. (pause as Lucas watches) It’s Chris Keller, right?

LUCAS: How bout we get some beer before that workout, huh?

RACHEL: Now you’re talking. Let’s go.

(She drives off.)

CUT TO:

[INT. BEVIN’S HOUSE – FRONT DOOR – DAY]

(Skills stands at the door and knocks. Bevin opens the door.)

SKILLS: (looks her over and smiles) First round draft pick, reporting for duty.

(Bevin takes his arm and leads him in.)

BEVIN: Hey, Skills, come on in.

(Skills looks at the huge place.)

SKILLS: Oh, yeah(!) This’ll do.

BEVIN: My parents are out of town for the night (pause) so… I was thinking… we’d stay in and watch a movie, maybe have a couple of drinks? Is that OK?

SKILLS: (not listening) OK? (pause) That’s better than OK. This is perfect.

BEVIN: Thanks(!) (walks down and to him) So, anyways, I was thinking we could watch (bends and picks up a DVD) The Notebook.

SKILLS: How bout I just watch you and… uh,… you can watch whatever it’s called.

BEVIN: The Notebook. (stands in front of the TV) Oh my god, you haven’t seen it? It’s only like… the best movie ever.

(Skills is too preoccupied with looking at everything Bevin’s family owns to care.)

BEVIN: (grins) Trust me.

(She bends to put the DVD in.)

SKILLS: A’ight. Whatever you say, Devon.

BEVIN: (correcting) Bevin.

SKILLS: Yeah,… yeah that too.

CUT TO:

[INT. RETIREMENT HOME – ENTRANCE – DAY]

(Peyton walks in with Mouth.)

PEYTON: Gotta hand it to ya, Mouth. I’ve been on some kinky dates before but no one has ever bought me to an old folks’ home.

MOUTH: (laughs) You’ve been on kinky dates?

PEYTON: OK, not the point.

(Mouth laughs some more.)

PEYTON: What’re we doing here?

MOUTH: This is the thing I had to do. I come once a week and I read to Mel.

(Mouth walks off screen.)

PEYTON: Wait, who’s Mel? (follows confusedly)

CUT TO:

[INT. RETIREMENT HOME – MEL’S ROOM – DAY]

(Mel is sitting in a recliner, watching TV. Mouth walks to the doorway and knocks.)

MOUTH: Hey, Mel.

(Mel looks at him before turning back to the TV to switch it off. Peyton stands in the doorway.)

MEL: Oh, hi, Joe.

MOUTH: No, it’s-it’s me, Marvin. Mouth.

MEL: Oh, sure, Mouse. Come in! Come in.

(He gets off the chair.)

MOUTH: I, uh, bought you the sports page.

(Mouth sits and Mel takes the bit of newspaper. He looks at the doorway and spots Peyton.)

MEL: Wow(!) What do we have here?

PEYTON: Um,… (walks in, unsure) we have a Peyton. Hi. (shakes his hand)

MEL: Peyton? That’s a pretty name.

PEYTON: (smiling) Well, you’re not so bad yourself.

MEL: Come in, sit down, sit down.

PEYTON: Oh-

(He takes Mouth out of the chair, forcefully. Peyton laughs.)

PEYTON: Thank you,… um… you’ve got a really great place here. (sits)

MEL: Oh, not really. It smells like old people.

(Peyton laughs and makes a face at Mouth.)

MEL: Take a look at this.

(He rushes to his drawer and pulls a framed photo. He brings it to show Peyton.)

MEL: Did I ever tell you that I used to race cars?

(The picture is of him as a young man, holding a helmet and standing beside a racing car.)

PEYTON: (takes the picture and looks at it) Well, you were a handsome devil.

MEL: They called me Fireball. I was kinda fast with the ladies.

(Peyton laughs out loud and looks at Mouth. Mouth smiles fondly at Mel.)

MEL: I’ve got some more pictures around here somewhere. (rushes to his closet)

PEYTON: OK. Alright. (stands and walks to Mouth) I have an idea… let’s spring him.

MOUTH: (shocked) What?!

PEYTON: Just for the night. This place is depressing, Mouth.

MOUTH: Peyton, we can’t.

PEYTON: (to Mel) Hey, Fireball?

MEL: Hmm? (turns back with a helmet in his hands and walks to them.)

PEYTON: How would you like to do a little driving with us tonight?

MEL: Oh, young lady, I’d rob a bank for you if you asked me nicely.

(Peyton laughs and turns back to Mouth.)

PEYTON: (nudging him) Come on, Mouth, it’s just a couple of hours. What harm could it do?

MOUTH: I don’t know, Peyton, a lot.

(Peyton walks to the door. Mel walks to Mouth.)

MEL: Joey, if you blow this for me, I’m gonna beat you to death with this helmet(!) OK?

(Mouth nods.)

MEL: (delighted) OK, let’s go! Ladies first!

(Mouth grabs his coat. The camera zooms in on a picture of the beach.)

FADE TO:

[EXT. THE BEACH – DAY]

(Nathan, Haley, Brooke and Chris walk on the beach.)

CHRIS: Am I the only one who doesn’t get the whole beach thing?

BROOKE: It’s the beach. What is there to get?

CHRIS: Yeah, but it’s such a big tease. I mean, think about it; girls strip down, sometimes they go topless… never nude. You can’t touch them. It’s like a… strip club. (looks at a girl in a blue bathing suit) Hey, babe.

(He puts money into her underwear, slaps her on the arse and continues walking. She takes the money out, looks at him and then turns back.)

CHRIS: So, so what’re we doing here, anyway?

NATHAN: This is where we got married.

HALEY: I thought we’d be alone.

BROOKE: You guys got married here?

HALEY: It wasn’t exactly here. It was (looks far ahead) just over this ridge. It’s so beautiful!

(She runs to the ridge and climbs up it. The rest follow.)

HALEY: I’m telling you, it is completely untouched. It’s like…

(She stops and looks out.)

HALEY: (sadly) Paradise.

(Brooke walks up behind her and sees that the once untouched paradise has now become a place of construction. Vehicles move around and a new development is being built.)

HALEY: (distraught) It’s gone!

(Brooke gapes. Nathan doesn’t say a word.)

CHRIS: Paradise gone – seems appropriate.

(Brooke glares at him.)

HALEY: There were all these little… purple wildflowers and… trees and…

(Nathan looks down.)

BROOKE: It’s OK. Come on. (touches Haley’s arm) Let’s just go to the mall.

(Haley takes Brooke’s hand and lets her steer her down. She looks at Nathan who still doesn’t say anything. Nathan looks back at it and sighs.)

FADE TO BLACK:

COMMERCIAL SET:

FADE IN:

[EXT. OUTSIDE OF TOWN – THE BILLBOARD – EVENING]

(It’s completely dark and the billboard of Dan is lit up from below. Karen and Deb move into the shot, holding a ladder. They talk in whispers)

DEB: Ready?

KAREN: Deb, I don’t think we should. What if we get caught?

DEB: Karen, quit being so responsible!

KAREN: I can’t help it - that’s who I am!

DEB: Oh, well, not according to Dan’s campaign commercial! You know, the one that makes you look psychotic!

(Karen gives her a look.)

DEB: Besides, it’s harmless fun. We-we’ll paint a moustache on him, some black teeth- (exasperated) You said u wanted to do this.

KAREN: Well, yeah! That’s when I was stuck in construction traffic, staring at his fat face!

(Shot of the billboard and Dan’s annoying grin.)

KAREN: (pitifully) Now I’m chicken(!)

DEB: Fine(!) But I’m going up, and tomorrow, when you’re stuck in traffic, you’re gonna wish you’d joined me.

(She struggles to take hold of the ladder. Karen rolls her eyes in acquiescence.)

KAREN: Fine(!) (helps with the ladder) I can’t believe I’m doing this.

CUT TO:

[EXT. THE RIVERCOURT – BENCH – EVENING]

(Lucas is sitting on the bench, pondering.)

LUCAS: I can’t believe she’s doing this. (turns his head to look at Rachel)

RACHEL: (rolls her eyes) So she’s on a date with Chris. It doesn’t mean anything.

LUCAS: No, it does! This guy’s caused a lot of trouble. Brooke knows that.

RACHEL: OK, so, what is the deal with you and Brooke anyway?

LUCAS: (shrugs slightly) She’s just not ready to commit.

RACHEL: Right, that’s usually what I tell guys I’m not really in to.

LUCAS: (laughs humourlessly) And, she wants to make sure I’m serious about her, you know? Plus,-

RACHEL: Plus, what?

LUCAS: (without hesitation) She’s the ‘one’.

RACHEL: Why?

LUCAS: (pause) She just is. I feel it. You know, Pascal says: ‘the heart has reasons that reason cannot know’.

RACHEL: What did Pascal say about Chris Keller?

(Lucas looks away, peeved.)

RACHEL: Sorry, cheap shot. (stands) OK, here’s the gig: you miss a shot, and you drink.

(He grabs the ball, stands on the bench and throws the ball.)

RACHEL: You make a shot- (the balls goes through the hoop)

(Lucas turns and looks at her expectantly.)

RACHEL: (frowning) I drink. (opens a can) OK, this was a bad idea. (drinks)

CUT TO:

[EXT. GO-KARTING – RACE TRACK – EVENING]

(Close-up of Mouth strapped into a go-kart.)

MOUTH: This was a bad idea!

(The camera zooms out to show Peyton and Mel strapped into go-karts too.)

MEL: Oh, quit complaining and grow a pair!

PEYTON: You ready, Mel?

MEL: That’s ‘Fireball’ to you, Trixie.

(Peyton laughs and waits for the lights to go green. They finally do.)

PEYTON: Go!

MOUTH: Here we go!

(They move off. The camera fast-tracks with them. Peyton yells her pleasure. Mouth winces at the speed.)

MEL: YOU WANT SOMA THIS?! (laughs)

MOUTH: Mel, be careful!

(Peyton sees Mel gaining on her.)

PEYTON: Hey!

(Mel laughs and overtakes.)

CUT TO:

[INT. BEVIN’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(Shot of the TV as The Notebook plays. Skills is on the sofa, watching Bevin.)

BEVIN: (sparing him a glance) Are you gonna watch the movie?

SKILLS: I would but I can’t stop watching you.

BEVIN: (considers) OK, here. (kisses him) There’s more of that if you watch the movie.

(She grins at the TV.)

SKILLS: OK. (pulls her back against him) Let’s watch this damn movie, then.

(Bevin smiles. Long-shot of them watching the movie.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. OUTSIDE OF TOWN – THE BILLBOARD – EVENING]

(Karen and Deb make it onto the platform of the billboard. Deb helps Karen up.)

KAREN: OK.

DEB: Alright.

KAREN: You do it.

(Deb moans.)

KAREN: And then let’s get out of here. Go, go, go.

DEB: OK. Um… (runs to Karen, the can in her outstretched hand) OK, you do it.

KAREN: No! You said you would do it.

DEB: (sighs) OK.

(Karen nudges her on. Deb runs to the far left of the billboard and begins to spray over the writing. Karen watches her and grins. Deb sprays ‘IS’ then turns to Karen and laughs before continuing. She continues with an ‘N’. Karen jumps up and down, clapping.)

(Deb finishes spraying ‘IS AN ASS’ on the billboard and gives the can to Karen.)

DEB: (laughing) You do the moustache. Go(!)

(Karen sprays one half, goes to do a second one and a pigeon flies in front of her. Karen screams, drops the can and falls, knocking the ladder as she goes. Deb tries to reach for it but it gets stuck in the braches, out of reach. Deb puts a hand to her mouth and Karen looks up at it.)

KAREN AND DEB: Uh-oh(!)

CUT TO:

[INT. THE MALL – THE FOUNTAIN – EVENING]

BROOKE: (frowning) Uh-oh(!)

(Brooke walks to Haley with all of her shopping bags and sits beside her on the bench.)

BROOKE: Not exactly the magical night you had planned?

HALEY: No, I wouldn’t say that: crowded mall, Nathan ignoring me-

(Shot of Nathan playing on an arcade game.)

HALEY: Chris Keller, stealing change out of the fountain.

(Shot of Chris taking money from the fountain, very obviously. Brooke looks at him disgustedly.)

HALEY: My night with Nathan was supposed to be a dream-come-true, not this nightmare.

BROOKE: (thinks) Well, keep the dream alive, sister. I’ll talk to Nathan. (gets up)

(Haley watches Brooke stomp over to Nathan. Brooke pulls the plug out of the machine, effectively killing it. Nathan turns to her, annoyed.)

BROOKE: OK, two-part question, Nate: A. why the hell haven’t you beaten the stuffing out of Chris Keller yet, so I can go home, and B. if you were just gonna ignore Haley all night, why did you come?

(Nathan looks away for a beat.)

BROOKE: Haley still loves you. All you have to do is take her back!

NATHAN: Right, kinda like with you and Lucas.

(Brooke doesn’t respond because she knows he’s right.)

NATHAN: You see, it’s not so easy, getting back in the ring; especially with the one that knocked you out in the first place.

(Brooke looks away. Haley walks to Chris.)

CHRIS: Well, well. Haley James.

(She holds her hand out. Chris gives her the money. She sits beside him and throws all the money back in. Chris looks over his shoulder at it.)

CHRIS: What’d you wish for?

HALEY: (seriously) That Nathan would bludgeon you. Brooke and I were actually kinda wondering why he hasn’t already.

CHRIS: Maybe he’s afraid of me.

(Haley laughs loudly.)

CHRIS: (forcefully) Or… or, maybe he doesn’t care anymore.

(That wipes the smile off Haley’s face.)

CHRIS: Let’s find out. (puts his arm around her)

HALEY: Hey, stop it(!) (brushes his arm off)

CHRIS: Come on, either he gets jealous or me, you and Brooke have a three-some. Either way, it’s win-win for you. (puts his arm back around her)

HALEY: Chris, seriously, don’t!

(Her voice finally catches Nathan’s attention and he looks over with a frown.)

NATHAN: What the hell is this?!

(He stalks to the pair.)

CHRIS: Oh, well, good news for you, bad news for me.

HALEY: I told him not to. (stands innocently)

NATHAN: You better back off, Keller.

CHRIS: Hey, I just thought someone should be nice to her tonight.

NATHAN: Oh, yeah?

BROOKE: (pulling Haley away) Haley, what are you doing, are you crazy? Nathan is vulnerable and you are practically giving the enemy a lap-dance(!)

HALEY: I didn’t do anything!

BROOKE: You mean besides kiss Chris and run away with him? (shakes her head) You know what, I’m outta here(!) This whole thing has gotten way beyond the point of bizzaro!

HALEY: Oh, you mean ‘bizzaro’ like messing with Lucas and then hiding all those letters under your bed?

CHRIS: (nudges Nathan) Wait, check it out; catfight.

(Nathan looks.)

BROOKE: (outraged) What were you doing snooping through my things?!

HALEY: I wasn’t snooping through your things! I bumped into them when I was trying to maximise on the two feet of storage space that you so generously offered to me!

BROOKE: Oh, you know what, I’m-I’m done! (turns around and picks up her shopping)

CHRIS: (goes after her) Brooke, wait.

HALEY: (following her closely) There is no way that you get to waltz outta here when this whole stupid night was your idea(!)

CHRIS: Don’t go!

NATHAN: Come here, Keller.

HALEY: I am not through with you!

BROOKE: Yeah, well I am through with you(!)

CHRIS: Come on, Brooke, the nights still young.

NATHAN: Your night’s gonna be over if you touch Haley again.

(Brooke gapes and stops in front of the windows at Suburban Filth. There are mannequins dressed in halter tops.)

BROOKE: Oh my god!

HALEY: What?

BROOKE: My clothes(!)

HALEY: Have you not spent enough rent money for tonight, Brooke?!

BROOKE: No, these are my designs.

(Close-up of one of the tops. It says: ‘chase dreams, chase boys, chase dreamy boys’.)

BROOKE: (gob smacked) My sketches. They told me to draw up some things. They said they liked them but I guess I… I just never dreamed.

(Brooke is completely in awe.)

BROOKE: You guys, I’m in the window.

CHRIS: OK, how cool is this? (puts an arm around her) Now we have to celebrate, right?

(Brooke smiles tearfully.)

FADE TO BLACK:

COMMERCIAL SET:

FADE IN:

[EXT. OUT OF TOWN – THE BILLBOARD – EVENING]

(Deb and Karen stand on the platform, looking at the ladder.)

DEB: No doubt about it; (pause) we’re stuck.

KAREN: Well,… he’s probably gonna ground me but (reaches into her pocket for her phone) I’ll call Lucas on the phone.

(Karen searches for a bit before stopping.)

KAREN: Which I left next to yours in the car(!)

DEB: Oh no(!) God! (she flaps her arms, distressed)

(Deb runs to the end of the platform and leans over, screaming.)

DEB: Help!

KAREN: Deb! Deb! (runs after her)

DEB: HELP!

KAREN: Deb, you cannot do that!

DEB: Why not!? We’re stuck!

KAREN: Because we’ll look like a couple of jack-holes and Dan will win the election for sure! (Deb calms down) Besides, they’ve… closed the highway at night because of the construction so no one’s gonna hear you!

(Deb drops her arms and sighs.)

DEB: I’m sorry, Karen. (sits at the edge of the platform) This is my fault.

KAREN: (relents and sits beside Deb) No, look, (sighs) I wanted to come.

DEB: No, I mean, all of it. (pause) I never should have agreed to stay with Dan during this race. I just… I-I wanted so badly to believe that he’d actually leave Nathan alone. But now I know it’s… probably a lie.

KAREN: Gotta get outta that house, Deb.

DEB: I know.

(Karen nods.)

DEB: Guess I’m just… afraid to be on my own. I’ve always been that way.

KAREN: (smiles) You’re not gonna be alone, Deb… you’re gonna be independent. Now although you might not see it in yourself, I see that strength in you every day.

(Deb smiles.)

DEB: Thanks.

KAREN: Stupid ladder.

DEB: (thinks) OK, I’ve got an idea. (stands)

KAREN: What?

DEB: We’re getting down.

KAREN: How? (stands)

DEB: (looks around) Take off your clothes.

(Karen laughs, eventually seeing the look of seriousness Deb gives her.)

KAREN: (dumbfounded) Huh!?

CUT TO:

[EXT. GO-KARTING – RACE TRACK – EVENING]

(Mel continues to race by himself whilst Peyton and Mouth stand on a platform, watching.)

PEYTON: You’re a good guy, Mouth. It’s really nice of you to spend time with Mel. It says a lot about you.

(Mouth looks down, smiling.)

PEYTON: I bet you’re gonna have it all someday.

MOUTH: Yeah, I’m thinking of running for senator.

(Peyton frowns at him.)

MOUTH: (laughs) I got the idea from Brooke.

PEYTON: Oh.

MOUTH: Sorta.

MEL: (o.s) Yahooo!

PEYTON: Well, Fireball’s on a tear. I bet this is a night he won’t forget for a while.

MOUTH: Actually, he probably won’t remember it. Mel has Alzheimer’s disease, Peyton.

PEYTON: (gapes) Oh.

MOUTH: He’s forgotten huge parts of his life. He was married for fifty years but… he doesn’t remember it. His mind just… opened up over time and everything slipped away; (pause) the woman he loved, the house he lived in.

PEYTON: His youth.

(Mouth nods sadly. Peyton watches Mel, still racing.)

MOUTH: We should probably take him back. (smiles)

(Peyton nods and doesn’t say a word.)

CUT TO:

[INT. BEVIN’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(Shot of the TV again as The Notebook continues to play. Bevin is kissing Skills’ neck.)

SKILLS: (engrossed in the movie) Wait, he’s building that house and he don’t even know if she’s coming back?

BEVIN: Um-hm.

(Skills just watches the movie in wonder. Bevin turns his face to her but he stops her.)

SKILLS: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

BEVIN: I’m gonna get a drink.

(She takes her glass and Skills doesn’t even notice she’s gone.)

SKILLS: (to the TV) Yeah, you write those letters, dawg. Write em!

CHRIS: (v.o) So, what about the letters to Lucas?

CUT TO:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(Brooke and Chris are sitting on the couch, each holding a glass of champagne.)

BROOKE: Are we talking about me or celebrating me?

CHRIS: Oh no, we are definitely celebrating you. (holds up his glass) To your sketches.

BROOKE: We already drank to that; like twenty times.

CHRIS: No. We drank to your designs like twenty times.

BROOKE: Hmm.

CHRIS: Then we drank to your clothes. Now we’re drinking to your sketches.

(Brooke grins.)

CHRIS: In the window. Totally yours.

(Brooke squeals.)

BROOKE: (holds out her glass) To my sketches.

(They clink glasses.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – THE BALCONY – EVENING]

(Haley and Nathan stand on the balcony.)

NATHAN: Any meteors up there?

HALEY: (laughs) Oh, that was a great night. Remember that; watching the meteor shower together?

NATHAN: (looks at her) You look nice tonight, Haley.

HALEY: (embarrassed) Thanks.

NATHAN: I just wish we coulda spent some more time together without all this.

HALEY: Hmmm. Chris and Brooke?

NATHAN: I mean the beach… this balcony.

(Haley looks up at him.)

NATHAN: I haven’t forgotten about our past, Haley. I know where we got married. I know this is where we made love in the rain. I still feel our past, just like you do.

(Haley looks at him, tears in her eyes.)

NATHAN: I just thought it might be nice to hang out in the present for a night.

(Haley looks away and leans on the balcony.)

NATHAN: What’re you thinking?

HALEY: (laughs and shakes her head) Nothing. (sighs) Just praying for rain.

CUT TO:

[EXT. THE RIVERCOURT – BASKETBALL HOOP – EVENING]

(Lucas throws the ball and it goes through the hoop. Rachel catches it.)

RACHEL: Well, (throws a can aside) that’s the last of it. Nice shooting, Tex.

LUCAS: (holds his arms out) So we gonna call it a night?

RACHEL: Or we could play a new game. (smiles) How ‘bout strip basketball?

LUCAS: You know, I always figured if I met the devil, she’d be hot and holding the basketball. (leans forward) But I’m gonna pass.

RACHEL: Because of Brooke? (pause) Who’s on a date(!)

(Lucas looks away.)

RACHEL: (stops in front of him) OK. Take your shirt off.

(Lucas squints at her.)

LUCAS: Rachel.

RACHEL: I’m not gonna touch you, you sissy-virgin-boy! I’m trying to make a point. Take your shirt off.

(Lucas scoffs disbelievingly and shakes his head. He takes his shirt off.)

RACHEL: (tosses that ball at him) Alright, you say Brooke’s the ‘one’; your soulmate. (walks behind him and takes his shirt) Well, if that’s the case,… call upon destiny or… providence… or whatever forces are gonna bring you two together (Lucas looks away and laughs) and make the shot. (pause) Blindfolded.

(She covers his eyes with his shirt.)

LUCAS: (laughs) This is ridiculous!

RACHEL: Come on! It’s your destiny. (pause) You can’t miss. OK, can you see me?

LUCAS: No.

(She does an embarrassing dance. He doesn’t make a single move.)

RACHEL: OK, I trust you. Now follow my voice. Brooke’s the ‘one’, make the shot.

(Lucas takes his time. He bounces the ball once, aims, and shoots. The ball goes through the hoop.)

LUCAS: Wh-what happened?

RACHEL: It went in.

(He pulls the blindfold off and looks at the hoop, then down at Rachel. She’s standing there, topless, with only a basketball to cover her modesty.)

RACHEL: Nice shot.

(He looks at her, smiling slightly.)

RACHEL: Make or take it(!)

(She bounces the ball at him. He catches it, watching her uncertainly. Lucas shakes his head and Rachel continues to smile.)

FADE TO BLACK:

COMMERCIAL SET:

FADE IN:

[EXT. THE RIVERCOURT – BASKETBALL COURT – EVENING]

(Lucas walks to her, his shirt held out, and covers her with it.)

LUCAS: Get yourself dressed, Rach.

(He turns and walks back to the benches.)

RACHEL: OK, that’s the second time this month you’ve said that to me. You’re gonna give me a complex.

LUCAS: Come on. (holds out her own shirt to her) Why sell yourself short like this, huh?

RACHEL: You guys are unbelievable! (puts her shirt back on) We don’t give it up, you pressure us, we do give it up, now we have self-image problems or… we’re sluts.

(He walks away and she turns around, putting her pants back on.)

RACHEL: You know, at my last school, we had names for guys like you, Luke: gay.

(Lucas laughs and shakes his head as he puts his shirt back on.)

RACHEL: I mean, non-exclusive dating is a dream-come-true for most boys. So, what’s with the dorks of Tree Hill? I mean, every guy is tragically hung-up on somebody. (pause) It makes it kinda hard for a girl.

LUCAS: (nods) Well, not is she’s thee girl.

CUT TO:

[INT. DAVIS SCOTT RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(Brooke is still on the couch, completely drunk.)

BROOKE: Lucas… is the one for me.

CHRIS: (moves in closer) Actually, my name is Chris.

(Brooke scowls and pushes him away.)

CHRIS: (muffled) Don’t be like that, come on, listen, have another beer. To your sketches.

BROOKE: (shakes her head) That’s a nice try but you can go now.

CHRIS: Fair enough, it’s late, I’m attractive, it scares you. Let me use your restroom.

(He gets up and Brooke sits there, smiling drunkenly.)

CHRIS: You know, I envy you, Brooke. (pause) Having found someone… to trust and confide in, like Lucas; someone that won’t take advantage of it. Sorta like Haley found Nathan. (nods) I’m sure it’ll work out for them, too.

(He smiles and enters the bathroom. Brooke frowns.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – THE BALCONY – EVENING]

(Nathan and Haley are still standing there.)

NATHAN: I just wanted you to know that I don’t blame you for any of this. (shrugs and laughs to himself) You didn’t wanna get married.

HALEY: Wh-wh-wait a second(!) (jumps off the banister and follows him) Of course I did. I was just scared.

NATHAN: Yeah, and I promised you everything would be OK. I shouldn’t have.

(Haley’s too saddened by his words.)

NATHAN: I think about it a lot. You know; how this isn’t the life you would’ve had if I hadn’t come along. It’s not the life you should’ve had.

HALEY: It’s more(!)

NATHAN: No, it’s not. You’d still have your music. You’d be on tour. You’d probably be a big star by now(!)

HALEY: Come on, you’re…

(She sighs and just looks at him for a while.)

HALEY: OK. You know the moment that I left the tour? (pause) We were playing this club in Illinois… and Chris decides to do a cover of an eighties song called, um, ‘Missing You’… and everybody starts singing along, the crowds loving it and they turn the house lights up (pause) and I could see every face out there… and I… fell apart.

(She looks up at him.)

HALEY: On stage, in front of three thousand people; I lost it. I couldn’t sing, I couldn’t hear the music. Nothing. (pause) Because… that was the moment that I knew… that none of it could ever be enough without you.

(Nathan looks down.)

HALEY: All of the celebrity and all of the applause and all the pretty melodies… couldn’t fill your void in my heart.

(She pauses and thinks.)

HALEY: So… yeah, I guess you’re right; it’s not the life I would’ve had… coz ever since I met you, it has been so much more.

(They both sigh and look down.)

HALEY: There’s no chance that, um, you’d wanna go to the last place I had planned for us, is there?

NATHAN: Well, let’s see, it’s either take my chances with you or hang out with Chris Keller. (smiles)

HALEY: Thank you, let’s go.

(Nathan follows her.)

CUT TO:

[INT. BEVIN’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(The movie’s over. Skills reaches over and turns the lamp on. Bevin turns the DVD player off.)

BEVIN: Did you like the movie, Skills?

SKILLS: (sadly) There’s just so much love, (pause) just so much love.

(Bevin laughs amusedly.)

BEVIN: It’s OK. (pulls him to her) That’s just the power of The Notebook. Do you want me to drive you home? (pause) Or… we could go upstairs and make out.

SKILLS: (seriously and sadly) Can we cuddle a little, first?

BEVIN: Sure. (smiles and pulls him with her)

CUT TO:

[EXT. OUT OF TOWN – THE BILLBOARD – EVENING]

(Deb stands there in her bra.)

DEB: (holding a long length of tied-together clothing in her hands) OK, here goes.

(She throws the clothes and they miss.)

DEB: (reeling it back in) Oh, shoot, just a little short.

(Karen holds her head in her hands.)

DEB: OK, we’re gonna need more clothes. (looks down at Karen)

KAREN: Yeah, well, forget it, Annie Oakley. I already gave you my jacket and my shoes. (Deb sighs) And I made a promise to myself that I would never be naked in front of that (points behind) man again.

DEB: (looks at Karen for a beat) The things I do for you. (Starts to takes her pants off.)

KAREN: (surprised) Oh, oh, oh, (stands) keep your pants on!

(Karen unhooks her bra and takes it off, whilst keeping her top on. She gives it to Deb.)

DEB: Oh, (looks at the bra) that’s pretty cute(!) Where’d you get that?

KAREN: (smiles) Oh, didn’t I tell ya, there was a sale at- (smile falls) would you just tie it on!

(Deb hurries and ties it on.)

DEB: Here we go, come on.

(Karen claps nervously.)

DEB: OK, ready?

KAREN: Come on.

DEB: And… (Slowly throws the clothes and the catch) GOT IT!

(Deb begins to pull the ladder back.)

KAREN: Easy… easy…

(They squeal as it comes and squeal louder when the ladder finally lands on the platform.)

KAREN: Uh, get dressed and I’ll gather up all the evidence. Let’s get the heck off this thing.

DEB: Alright.

(Deb unties the clothes and Karen looks at the billboard. Deb notices the look.)

KAREN: I don’t-I don’t wanna leave it like this, Deb. This-

(Deb sighs.)

KAREN: We’re better than this, Deb. I don’t wanna sink to Dan’s level.

DEB: Well you coulda said that before we climbed up here.

KAREN: Ye-we… what fun would that have been?

(Deb groans and laughs, putting her sweater back on. They laugh and start to pull the sprayed part of the billboard off.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. RETIREMENT HOME – ENTRANCE – EVENING]

(Peyton pulls the car up. Mouth and Mel get out.)

MOUTH: OK, Mel, you’re home.

(Mel nods and shuts the car door. Peyton spots his helmet.)

PEYTON: Oh, HEY, wait! Don’t forget your helmet, Fireball.

(Mel laughs and stops. Peyton grabs it and gets out of the car.)

MEL: Thank you, sweetheart. (looks up at her) What’s your name, anyway?

(Peyton’s smile falls and pain crosses her eyes.)

PEYTON: It’s Peyton.

MEL: Peyton, that’s a pretty name.

(Mouth looks at her with understanding.)

MEL: Did I ever tell you I used to race cars?

(Peyton struggles.)

PEYTON: No, no, you never told me that. (her smile is infinitely sad) I bet you were great.

(Mouth looks away, just as sadly. Peyton hugs Mel. She lets go and smiles at him. Mel turns and walks back to Mouth.)

MEL: Take your time, Joe. (walks back into the retirement home)

(Mouth smiles at Peyton, completely understanding how she feels.)

PEYTON: He deserves better. How long have you known him?

MOUTH: All my life. (pause) He’s my grandpa. (Peyton gapes) He just… doesn’t remember. (pause) You know how he’s always calling me Joe?

(Peyton nods.)

MOUTH: Well, Joe’s my dad’s name… but, they had a falling out… so I come to see him instead. (Peyton looks down) Anyway, I’ll be back.

(Mouth walks into the retirement home and Peyton watches them, desolate.)

CUT TO:

[INT. RETIREMENT HOME – MEL’S ROOM – EVENING]

(Shot of the framed photo of a younger Mel holding his helmet and standing next to his racing car. Mouth opens the door and they enter.)

MOUTH: OK, here we are. You’re probably tired, so… I’ll see you next week.

MEL: (turns) Joe?

(Mouth stops and turns back.)

MEL: I, uh,… I know I made some mistakes with you… but one day, you’re gonna have a boy of your own… make sure he’s a good man.

(Mouth nods, tears in his eyes.)

MOUTH: I will.

(Mel nods.)

MOUTH: I love you.

MEL: I love you too, son.

(Mouth smiles and closes the door behind him.)

FADE TO BLACK:

COMMERCIAL SET;

FADE IN:

[EXT. RETIREMENT HOME – PEYTON’S CAR – EVENING]

(Peyton is back in her car. She looks at Ellie’s cancer survival bracelet which she’s wearing. Mouth opens the door and gets in.)

PEYTON: You all set?

MOUTH: (quietly) Yeah.

PEYTON: Hey, Mouth, can I ask you a question?

(He nods.)

PEYTON: Why do you keep coming to see him if he’s just not gonna remember?

MOUTH: (unhesitatingly) Because I will. (pause) Besides, he probably doesn’t have that much time left and… I don’t know,… nobody should die alone.

PEYTON: (ponders) This bracelet, (shows it to Mouth) is, like, my birth mother’s. It’s a cancer survivor bracelet.

(Mouth nods.)

PEYTON: But… I told her I didn’t wanna see her anymore and I sent her away. (pause) You know, I know Alzheimer’s is this… terrible disease… but at least Mel doesn’t have to live with his regrets. You know? And all the mistakes he made and… the stuff he wishes he could take back.

MOUTH: (nods) Yeah, that’s true. (pause) But I say give me regret… as long as I can keep the good memories too.

(It isn’t what Peyton wants to hear, even though she knows he’s right. She turns away and puts her head in her hand.)

MOUTH: We all have regrets, Peyton. (pause) But some of us still have enough time to erase them.

(Peyton faces forward.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. KAREN’S CAFÉ – ROOFTOP – EVENING]

(Haley opens the door and walks out onto the roof with Nathan.)

NATHAN: I thought you were dragging me out here to play miniature golf! What happened?

HALEY: No, no, that’s gone. (huffs) Kinda like our wedding site.

NATHAN: Yeah, look, I know tonight wasn’t what you wanted it to be, Haley.

HALEY: No, you were right, I had some unrealistic notions about tonight and I think I just… I had a silly idea that everything would work out perfectly and I would end up in your arms and… (shakes her head) I’m sorry. I-I guess I just wanted to hear you say that everything was gonna be OK even if it was just for one night.

(She groans.)

HALEY: I’m sorry. Anyway, um,… (walks to the wall) every year, Lucas and I come up here (pulls the brick from the wall) and we make predictions about what’s gonna happen or what we wish would happen… (replaces the brick) during the next school year.

(She has the tin box in her hand and walks to Nathan.)

HALEY: And I wanna show you my prediction.

NATHAN: Don’t.

(Haley’s smile falls.)

NATHAN: I mean, if you show me then it won’t come true. It’s a wish, right?

HALEY: Please, Nathan.

NATHAN: (beat) OK, give it to me.

(Haley opens the lid and takes the top paper out. She hands it to him.)

NATHAN: You got a pen?

HALEY: Uh, of course I have a pen, I’m tutor girl. (gives it to him too) Why?

NATHAN: Turn around.

HALEY: What’re you-?

NATHAN: I need your back.

HALEY: (smiles) OK. (turns)

(Nathan uses her back to lean on as he writes.)

HALEY: What, what’re you doing?(!)

NATHAN: I’m writing my own prediction for this year (pause as he writes) a year from now,… we’ll see.

(Haley turns back to him with a smile.)

HALEY: So what’s to keep me from sneaking up here and reading what you wrote?

NATHAN: (shrugs) I guess I’ll just have to trust you.

(Haley smiles, puts the paper back in the box and shuts the lid.)

FADE TO:

[EXT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – ROAD – EVENING]

(Rachel drives up to Brooke and Haley’s apartment and stops the car.)

RACHEL: Brooke’s house. (sighs and looks at him) Honestly, Lucas, have I taught you nothing? The end-of-the-night, drunken booty-call is the last act of a desperate boy.

LUCAS: It’s not a booty-call. (pause) It’s the opposite of that.

RACHEL: Why? Because she’s the ‘one’? Do you realise how screwed-up that logic is?

LUCAS: I made the shot.

RACHEL: So you made a lucky shot(!) Do you really think there’s only one person in this entire planet that’s right for you?

LUCAS: (nods) I do.

RACHEL: OK, what about Peyton? I hear you once had the same feelings for her. Maybe she’s the one.

(Lucas looks away.)

RACHEL: Or, being that we’re still in high school, maybe you haven’t met the one.

LUCAS: But I have… and she’s in that apartment.

(He smiles and opens the door, exiting. Rachel looks ahead exasperatedly.)

CUT TO:

[EXT. THE RIVERCOURT – BESKETBALL COURT – EVENING]

(Fergie and Junk are playing basketball on the court. Fergie shoots the ball and scores. Junk catches the ball and walks away. Skills walks up to them. Junk and Fergie stop playing when they see him.)

JUNK: Hey, look who it is. How’s your date with Bevin?

SKILLS: Hey, you guys ever see a movie called The Notebook?

(Junk and Fergie exchange looks. Fergie looks at Skills.)

FERGIE: (flabbergasted) She ‘Notebooked’ you?

(Junk starts to laugh and Fergie joins in. Skills frowns at the pair.)

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[INT. BEVIN’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING]

(Close-up of the roaring fire in the fireplace. Bevin walks into the shot, on the phone.)

BEVIN: He was really sweet. (pause) I totally ‘Notebooked’ him.

(She laughs and the camera focuses out.)

FADE TO:

[EXT. OUT OF TOWN – THE BILLBOARD – EVENING]

(Close-up of Dan’s half-moustached face. The camera zooms out to show that Karen and Deb uncovered the poster underneath. The title now reads ‘DAN SCOTT FOR ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION’.)

FADE TO:

[EXT. KAREN’S CAFÉ – ROOFTOP – EVENING]

(Haley replaces the brick with the box now inside again. She’s sad as she walks back to Nathan.)

HALEY: Thanks for tonight. (smiles sadly) So I know it’s a little out-of-the-way, um,… actually, I promised Lucas that I would meet him afterward so we could… talk about how the dates went and stuff.

NATHAN: (covering his disappointment) Yeah, yeah, I’ll just, uh… take off. (smiles)

HALEY: OK.

NATHAN: Listen, Haley, (pause) don’t be worried about the beach… or our wedding spot.

HALEY: I know, Nathan. I’m sorry (shakes her head) I just hate that it’s all gone. You know, the trees and those little purple flowers and… (shakes her head some more)

(Nathan walks up to her and takes her hand.)

NATHAN: Here.

(He puts a little purple wildflower on her open palm. Haley looks at it in wonder.)

NATHAN: The roots are still there.

(She looks up at him.)

NATHAN: It just takes time. (pause as he looks down at the flower) Don’t say I never gave you anything.

(Haley smiles tearfully and puts her arms around his neck, hugging him. He hugs her back and she holds on to the flower tightly.)

(The camera zooms out to a birds-eye view of the couple before panning up to the skyline.)

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[INT. DAVIS SCOTT APARTMENT – FRONT DOOR – EVENING]

(Lucas lets himself into Brooke and Haley’s apartment. He closes the door and looks around the dark apartment. A few lamps and wall lights are on. He opens her bedroom door and looks at her sleeping form.)

LUCAS: (smiling) Brooke?!

(She turns around, wide awake and panicked. Lucas walks further into the room with a shy smile. Suddenly, Chris rises from beside her and looks at Lucas cockily.)

(Lucas’ smile falls and betrayal shines brightly from his eyes. Chris smirks and Brooke’s face is beyond mortified.)

(Cut to Lucas’ face as he inches back, hurt.)

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