Post by Haley on Jul 27, 2007 18:17:27 GMT -5
This is really long, but great to read 
. I HATE the ending. I'm really scared! Read it if you like spoilers! If you don't want to know what's going to happen next season then DON'T READ!
OMG Do you believe what happened to Nathan!??! Could he be paralized??? AHH! lol. I am really freaking out a bit right now.
. I HATE the ending. I'm really scared! Read it if you like spoilers! If you don't want to know what's going to happen next season then DON'T READ!EXT. NATHAN & HALEY'S HOUSE - MORNING
...a child's hoop as a boy (Jamie, 4) shoots baskets alone, dreaming of someday growing up to be...
INT. NATHAN & HALEY'S HOUSE - MORNING
...Nathan Scott. At least, a version of the Nathan Scott we've known. Now unkempt. Unshaven. Nathan watches his son play as Haley steps to the doorway. Pretty, but a bit tired. Nathan senses her presence.
NATHAN: Where did he get that hoop?
HALEY: His Uncle Lucas gave it to him.
NATHAN: I don't want him playing.
HALEY: Nathan, he's nearly five years old, and he wants to be like his daddy. Why don't you go out and show him --
NATHAN: -- I said I don't want him playing.
Nathan's voice flares. Haley eyes him. More than silence separates them. A beat and then Nathan turns away. Outside, Jamie plays on as we...
INT. CLOTHES OVER BRO'S - DAY
...angle on a busy receptionist's phone. It's a light show.
RECEPTIONIST: Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's. Please hold...
The receptionist transfers the call and repeats robotically.
RECEPTIONIST: Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's. Please hold...
We leave her and spy Brooke Davis, high-powered designer, trailed by frazzled assistant Millicent who carries her coffee and a notebook and tries to keep up.
BROOKE: I want you to call Prime and make a dinner reservation. Get me that table in the wine room. Any night next week will do.
MILLICENT: Um you're booked every night next week --
Brooke barely slows to scrutinize a seamstress holding a belted dress.
BROOKE: -- Then the week after that. Very nice. Make the belt a quarter inch wider.
She walks on, Millicent in hot pursuit.
BROOKE: We need to send something funny with a thank you card to Conan. Oh, cheese. He likes cheese.
MILLICENT: You want me to send Conan O'Brien cheese?
BROOKE: Manchego. No, Gouda. It's a funnier cheese. Also, make sure you remind me about the conference call with Macy's --
She pauses to pound on the glass window of a layout manager's office. Inside, two executives scrutinize a mock up of a magazine cover with a rail thin model on the cover.
BROOKE: -- No way in hell she gets on the cover of my magazine unless she gains ten pounds. That look is unhealthy.
LAYOUT MANAGER: (through the window) We were just brainstorming.
BROOKE: Well, brainstorm better. Anorexia's a disease, not a fashion statement.
Brooke starts away, then stops abruptly, as does Millicent.
BROOKE: What do I smell?
Brooke sniffs the air.
MILLICENT: Um, it's your coffee. Mocha double latte, extra foam.
BROOKE: Last time there wasn't any foam. I like foam. Is there foam?
MILLICENT: Extra foam.
Brooke takes the coffee and heads for her office.
BROOKE: What time is the movie premiere?
MILLICENT: Eight o'clock. Red carpet at six.
BROOKE: OK, I'll do the carpet and skip the movie. Call one of the Nicks and see if they'd like to go.
MILLICENT: OK, um, which Knick do you prefer? There's Stephon Marbury, Jamal Crawford... Oh, David Lee is really cute.
BROOKE: Not the New York Knicks, you goof. One of the Nicks. Nick Zano, Nick Lachey, Nick Cannon. And tell Lydia to wait for me in the limo.
MILLICENT: She's not gonna like that.
They arrive at Brooke's office. Brooke swivels back.
BROOKE: Yeah, well she works for me.
Brooke thinks for a beat, then softens.
BROOKE: Don't tell her I said that. Now go. Chop, chop...
Millicent darts away. Meanwhile...
INT. RECORD LABEL - MORNING
...Peyton Sawyer, urban hip, sits at a large desk below a host of gold and platinum records. She glances through a window to Sunset Strip below, smiles to herself, then...
DAVE: (O.S.) I must be in the wrong office.
Peyton spies Dave, 40's, corporate flunky, standing in the doorway. He eyes the nameplate on the door.
DAVE: No, that's me, David Grant, 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?
Peyton hops up, apologetically.
PEYTON: I'm sorry. I was just arranging your trades, delivering the online download report, updating your call sheet and...um...admiring the view. Sorry.
Peyton passes Dave who drops down in his chair and starts perusing the info. At the door, Peyton turns back.
PEYTON: Um, also Mr. Grant, there are a couple unsigned bands that I would love for you to hear --
DAVE: -- talk to A&R.
PEYTON: Well, I tried but they don't care because...well, because I'm the assistant to the assistant of the President.
Dave looks up at her. He looks hungover.
DAVE: Peyton, I'm losing my hair, I'm hungover, I have two different alimony payments due and seven lines ringing.
PEYTON: Of course...
She starts away and Dave calls to her.
DAVE: Sawyer. You look nice. Drop a button on that top and I'll let you sit in on the morning new music session.
Peyton eyes him, then reaches to her shirt and undoes the button. Dave grins a bit.
DAVE: One button. One song. And get me some aspirin...
Peyton nods and darts away as we angle on...
INT. TREE HILL HIGH - ****OOM - DAY
...a basketball being drawn by Jamie who sits at a desk in an otherwise empty ****oom. Wider, Haley occupies the teacher's desk, setting out an assignment plan. A beat and Lucas appears.
LUCAS: Man, they grow up fast.
Jamie looks up and brightens when he sees Lucas.
JAMIE: Uncle Lucas...
LUCAS: J. Luke...
Jamie darts to Lucas and gets roughed up a bit. He loves it.
LUCAS: You in high school already?
JAMIE: Nooo... I'm only four.
LUCAS: Four going on forty. Whatcha drawing?
JAMIE: You can't see it yet. It's not done.
LUCAS: Trust me. I totally get that.
Jamie runs back to his drawing as Lucas steps to Haley.
*
FADE IN:
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - NIGHT
Wearing a shirt an tie, Mouth looks directly into the camera, piercing the fourth wall.
MOUTH: The Tar Heels land another blue chip prospect and we've got the scoop.
We find Mouth sitting at a SportsCenter type news desk.
MOUTH: I'm Marvin McFadden and Sports is coming up next...
Mouth takes a beat, then removes his lapel microphone.
MOUTH: OK, I think we're good.
He rises and starts away as Alice, 30's, appears.
ALICE: You're the new logger, right?
MOUTH: Yes, ma'am. Mouth. Marvin.
ALICE: Well, you're about to be the old logger. What are you doing behind the desk?
MOUTH: Oh, I was just checking the audio level for the on-air staff. The guys in the booth said it would be OK if --
ALICE: -- Well the guys in the booth aren't your boss. I am. And your job is an entry-level position: Watch the games, highlight the best plays and leave the log for on-air. If you can't do it, we'll find someone else. Got it?
MOUTH: Sure. Yes. Ma'am.
A beat passes as Alice stares daggers at him.
ALICE: Well go.
Mouth exits quickly, a bit fearful of Alice.
INT. GYM - DAY
Lucas sands in the Tree Hill High gym. He finds a stray ball. Shoots. Scores. A beat later, Skills enters.
SKILLS: Well, well. If it isn't Lucas Scott, new Head Coach of the Tree Hill Ravens.
LUCAS: Skills Taylor. New Assistant Head Coach of the Tree Hill Ravens.
SKILLS: If you can afford me.
Skills grins and the two friends embrace.
SKILLS: So six months ago when they asked us to fix this mess, what the hell were we thinking saying yes?
They laugh. Then...
SKILLS: Actually, it's pretty great. Look at you go, Luke. Local boy makes good.
LUCAS: Local boys make good. You're a big part of this Skills.
SKILLS: Hope so. Man, we blew this place up. How many games they win since we hung that State Championship banner?
LUCAS: Not many... But I know one thing: The losing's over.
SKILLS: No doubt.
Skills takes one bounce and drains a long jumper.
*
INT. RECORD LABEL - CONFERENCE ROOM - MORNING
The A&R meeting is peopled by a dozen staff members. A pop song ends and an A&R Executive, Guy, eyes Dave.
GUY: Her TV show's a hit. Great potential for crossover marketing and promo.
DAVE: But the songs are terrible.
GUY: Dave, she's young, she's hot, and her social life's a train wreck. We could ship this thing platinum.
DAVE: (sags) Is that it? Twelve supposedly capable executives with 12 crappy artists?
PEYTON: (O.S.) Um, I have a band.
Everyone eyes Peyton as if she's diseased. Dave chuckles.
DAVE: Why not? It can't get any worse.
Peyton hands her CD to Guy who narrows his eyes a bit.
PEYTON: OK, well the band is called No Means Yes. They've built a really great internet following, and they shoot these totally cool no budget videos. They're young and they need direction, but they're hungry and they'll kill for you. And the songs are great.
Guy pushes play. It's good. Alternative rock. Melodic. But twenty seconds in, Dave looks at Guy who presses stop.
DAVE: So we'll go with the actress. Agreed?
Everyone agrees. Guy hands the CD back to Peyton.
GUY: Could you get us some lunch menus?
As they all disband we angle on Peyton, disheartened.
INT. NATHAN & HALEY'S HOUSE - DAY
Nathan pulls out a brand new high top sneaker from a box and we angle on it: It's the prototype for the Nathan Scott shoe. As he scrutinizes it, we flashback to...
INT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...the shoe as it's unveiled by Barry, a young, slick agent.
BARRY: Ladies and gentleman, the "N.S. 23"...
A group of six guys and girls in suits OO and AH. Lucas and Haley smile as they scan the shoe. Barry makes a toast.
BARRY: To Nathan Scott. To Seattle, and to the fact that in about 72 hours, he's going to make me, his very talented agent, an even wealthier man than I already am.
They laugh and drink, then Haley turns to Nathan and Lucas.
HALEY: I'm gonna head back and relieve the sitter. But you guys stay. You earned this night. You should enjoy it.
NATHAN: You sure?
HALEY: Just no driving. Take the limo. You can get the car tomorrow.
Nathan eyes Haley.
NATHAN: I promise.
Off this promise, we flash to...
INT. LUCAS' ROOM - NIGHT
...a large framed print of the hard cover of Lucas' novel and the announcement of a Los Angeles book signing. We hear:
LUCAS: (O.S.) "And like the river court signatures of their younger selves, weathered now. Faded. So too, were they."
*
FERGIE: Let's see what you got, baller.
Jamie bounces the ball into the lane and shoots it, but Skills swats it into the grass beyond the court.
JAMIE: Darn it, Uncle Skills... You always do that.
Jamie chases down the ball as Fergie eyes Skills.
FERGIE: You ever gonna let him score?
SKILLS: Shorty shouldn't be in the paint. He's gotta learn.
JUNK: Dude, he's FOUR.
Jamie returns and Lucas calls for the ball.
LUCAS: C'mon, Jamie. let's take these guys.
Junk joins Mouth as Lucas and Jamie play Skills and Fergie.
INT. RECORD LABEL - EVENING
Peyton is in her cubicle when her boss Dave sidles up.
DAVE: Whattaya think, Sawyer?
PEYTON: I think you were right about that act we signed today. Her songs are terrible. So why'd you sign her?
DAVE: We'll find a ghostwriter, we'll get a cool producer, we'll make her look hot.
PEYTON: We'll make the world a dumber place...
Dave considers this, then...
DAVE: How long have you been at the label, Peyton? A year?
PEYTON: Two.
DAVE: And how long have you been in Los Angeles, from...?
PEYTON: Tree Hill, North Carolina. Four years.
DAVE: Four years. Why'd you come?
PEYTON: I wanted to discover and sign bands that could change someone's life. Like the artists that changed my life.
DAVE: Yeah, I figured you were one of them, I used to be, too. But then I figured it out: It's called show business for a reason. Our job is to make money.
PEYTON: Even if the product sucks.
DAVE: Especially when the product sucks. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Rock n Roll can't actually save the world.
PEYTON: I disagree. Walk into any live show on the strip tonight and take a look at the kids. Look in their eyes. They're all looking for something to believe in. Music can save their world.
DAVE: And that's why after two years, you're still the assistant to the assistant of me. They're not there to have their world saved. They had a bad day, so they went out to get drunk and get laid. And you probably will, too.
Peyton shakes her head and looks away. Dave softens.
DAVE: Face it, Sawyer. You're not the same idealistic girl who left Hill Bush and you know it. The sooner you figure out how to play the game, the sooner you'll get what you want.
PEYTON: Tree Hill. And I'm not interested in playing the game.
DAVE: You already did. You dropped a button to get into that meeting. You drop a few more, they'll probably give you my job.
Peyton eyes Dave.
PEYTON: I'll have your job some day, Dave. But not like that.
Dave chuckles and starts away.
DAVE: Have fun in the clubs, assistant to the assistant.
INT. SKILLS AND MOUTH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
We angle on a computerized football player tackling another player aggressively. OO's ring out as wider, we find Jamie sitting with Lucas, playing Madden Football will Skills against Fergie and Junk.
SKILLS: (announcing) And it looks like they're bringing in the rookie, clock running down, time for one last play...
Skills picks a play as Lucas hands his controller to Jamie. On the screen, a QB with the name J Luke and the number 23 runs onto the field.
LUCAS: All right, Jamie. When I tell you to, press the green button. OK?
FERGIE: Don't do it, Jamie...
*
LINDSEY: -- you take advantage of me, Lucas Scott, because I'm nice. But this is serious. I put my ass on the line for you.
LUCAS: You know we're good together...
He smiles, but this time...Lindsey doesn't. She sobers. Almost looks sad.
LINDSEY: Close the door, Luke.
This time, he sobers. A beat and Lucas closes us out.
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - DAY
We angle on Alice as Mouth knocks and enters tentatively.
MOUTH: Um, hi. I just wanted to... I think we got off to the wrong start, and I wanted 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 --
ALICE: -- I don't like you.
MOUTH: Is there something I've done?
ALICE: No. Not really. I simply don't care for you.
MOUTH: Well, what can I do to change that?
ALICE: Quit. Before I find a reason to fire you. And I will.
We angle on Mouth. This isn't how he hoped things would go.
INT. BROOKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Brooke is watching her interview with MTV as Lydia appears.
*
EXT. PEYTON'S OLD HOUSE - DAY
Peyton stands in her yard, staring up at her bedroom window. A beat a girl, Molly, 16, opens the door.
MOLLY: Can I help you?
PEYTON: Not really. That your room?
Peyton motions to her bedroom window. Molly nods yes.
PEYTON: Used to be my room.
MOLLY: Wanna see it?
PEYTON: You sure? I could be a psycho, ya know. It happens.
MOLLY: You're not a psycho. You're Peyton.
Peyton smiles and Molly motions her in.
INT. PEYTON'S OLD ROOM - DAY
Peyton enters her old room which looks VERY different. Girly. But Molly girly. Not Peyton girly.
PEYTON: Wow. It's different. But nice, um --
MOLLY: -- Molly. Thanks. So were you really friends with Brooke Davis?
PEYTON: So are you like, psychic or something?
Molly smiles and opens her closet doors. The boy lists that Peyton and Brooke made are still there. As Peyton takes them in, Lucas' name included, Molly sidles up.
MOLLY: So are you and Brooke still close? Like, best friends?
Peyton smiles sadly.
PEYTON: She's...really busy.
EXT. BROOKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Brooke exits her office building and approaches a waiting limo. Her assistant, Millicent, trails her.
MILLICENT: OK, your boarding pass and itinerary are in your bag. The car service will be waiting for you in Milan. If you have any problems I left you my home, cell and parents' house --
BROOKE: -- Millicent, you're a good assistant. But have some fun while I'm gone, OK? You're only young once.
Brooke smiles kindly at Millicent, then boards the car.
INT. NATHAN AND HALEY'S HOUSE - DAY
Nathan again watches the Draft Day video.
TELEVISION: ...so Seattle is up next and the Commissioner is stepping to the podium with their selection...
Off Nathan's face, we flashback to:
EXT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...Nathan's face in his Range Rover outside the bar. Lucas pleads with him.
LUCAS: C'mon, Nathan. Lemme find Barry and get the limo. You're not driving.
Nathan eyes him. Then...
NATHAN: You're right.
Nathan climbs from the car and a relieved Lucas heads off to get the limo. Nathan lingers, then we hear Greg in the bar.
GREG: (O.S.) I have witnesses. You all saw it. He hit me. I'm gonna sue that punk...
We see that look in Nathan's eye - the resolve of the old Nathan. He beelines for the bar and...
INT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...marches straight for Greg.
NATHAN: I never touched you, man. If I woulda hit you, you'd be out cold right now.
GREG: Too late, Seattle boy. You shoulda left with that fat ass wife of yours --
Before Greg can finish, Nathan punches him viciously, knocking him cold. In a flash, Nathan is jumped by Greg's cronies A brawl ensues, wildly escalating as we intercut:
TELEVISION: With the eighth pick in the NBA draft, the Seattle Sonics select...
EXT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Suddenly, Nathan is thrown through a huge plate glass window.
TELEVISION: ...Phillip Rich, University of Illinois.
Canned cheers as Lucas darts up and finds Nathan covered in blood and glass.
LUCAS: Oh my God. Nathan. Are you OK?
Nathan eyes him through panicked eyes.
NATHAN: I can't feel my legs.
We angle on shards of glass protruding from Nathan's lower spine. And off Nathan's frightened face, we...
FADE OUT
END OF ACT FOUR
*****
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...a child's hoop as a boy (Jamie, 4) shoots baskets alone, dreaming of someday growing up to be...
INT. NATHAN & HALEY'S HOUSE - MORNING
...Nathan Scott. At least, a version of the Nathan Scott we've known. Now unkempt. Unshaven. Nathan watches his son play as Haley steps to the doorway. Pretty, but a bit tired. Nathan senses her presence.
NATHAN: Where did he get that hoop?
HALEY: His Uncle Lucas gave it to him.
NATHAN: I don't want him playing.
HALEY: Nathan, he's nearly five years old, and he wants to be like his daddy. Why don't you go out and show him --
NATHAN: -- I said I don't want him playing.
Nathan's voice flares. Haley eyes him. More than silence separates them. A beat and then Nathan turns away. Outside, Jamie plays on as we...
INT. CLOTHES OVER BRO'S - DAY
...angle on a busy receptionist's phone. It's a light show.
RECEPTIONIST: Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's. Please hold...
The receptionist transfers the call and repeats robotically.
RECEPTIONIST: Good morning, Clothes Over Bro's. Please hold...
We leave her and spy Brooke Davis, high-powered designer, trailed by frazzled assistant Millicent who carries her coffee and a notebook and tries to keep up.
BROOKE: I want you to call Prime and make a dinner reservation. Get me that table in the wine room. Any night next week will do.
MILLICENT: Um you're booked every night next week --
Brooke barely slows to scrutinize a seamstress holding a belted dress.
BROOKE: -- Then the week after that. Very nice. Make the belt a quarter inch wider.
She walks on, Millicent in hot pursuit.
BROOKE: We need to send something funny with a thank you card to Conan. Oh, cheese. He likes cheese.
MILLICENT: You want me to send Conan O'Brien cheese?
BROOKE: Manchego. No, Gouda. It's a funnier cheese. Also, make sure you remind me about the conference call with Macy's --
She pauses to pound on the glass window of a layout manager's office. Inside, two executives scrutinize a mock up of a magazine cover with a rail thin model on the cover.
BROOKE: -- No way in hell she gets on the cover of my magazine unless she gains ten pounds. That look is unhealthy.
LAYOUT MANAGER: (through the window) We were just brainstorming.
BROOKE: Well, brainstorm better. Anorexia's a disease, not a fashion statement.
Brooke starts away, then stops abruptly, as does Millicent.
BROOKE: What do I smell?
Brooke sniffs the air.
MILLICENT: Um, it's your coffee. Mocha double latte, extra foam.
BROOKE: Last time there wasn't any foam. I like foam. Is there foam?
MILLICENT: Extra foam.
Brooke takes the coffee and heads for her office.
BROOKE: What time is the movie premiere?
MILLICENT: Eight o'clock. Red carpet at six.
BROOKE: OK, I'll do the carpet and skip the movie. Call one of the Nicks and see if they'd like to go.
MILLICENT: OK, um, which Knick do you prefer? There's Stephon Marbury, Jamal Crawford... Oh, David Lee is really cute.
BROOKE: Not the New York Knicks, you goof. One of the Nicks. Nick Zano, Nick Lachey, Nick Cannon. And tell Lydia to wait for me in the limo.
MILLICENT: She's not gonna like that.
They arrive at Brooke's office. Brooke swivels back.
BROOKE: Yeah, well she works for me.
Brooke thinks for a beat, then softens.
BROOKE: Don't tell her I said that. Now go. Chop, chop...
Millicent darts away. Meanwhile...
INT. RECORD LABEL - MORNING
...Peyton Sawyer, urban hip, sits at a large desk below a host of gold and platinum records. She glances through a window to Sunset Strip below, smiles to herself, then...
DAVE: (O.S.) I must be in the wrong office.
Peyton spies Dave, 40's, corporate flunky, standing in the doorway. He eyes the nameplate on the door.
DAVE: No, that's me, David Grant, 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?
Peyton hops up, apologetically.
PEYTON: I'm sorry. I was just arranging your trades, delivering the online download report, updating your call sheet and...um...admiring the view. Sorry.
Peyton passes Dave who drops down in his chair and starts perusing the info. At the door, Peyton turns back.
PEYTON: Um, also Mr. Grant, there are a couple unsigned bands that I would love for you to hear --
DAVE: -- talk to A&R.
PEYTON: Well, I tried but they don't care because...well, because I'm the assistant to the assistant of the President.
Dave looks up at her. He looks hungover.
DAVE: Peyton, I'm losing my hair, I'm hungover, I have two different alimony payments due and seven lines ringing.
PEYTON: Of course...
She starts away and Dave calls to her.
DAVE: Sawyer. You look nice. Drop a button on that top and I'll let you sit in on the morning new music session.
Peyton eyes him, then reaches to her shirt and undoes the button. Dave grins a bit.
DAVE: One button. One song. And get me some aspirin...
Peyton nods and darts away as we angle on...
INT. TREE HILL HIGH - ****OOM - DAY
...a basketball being drawn by Jamie who sits at a desk in an otherwise empty ****oom. Wider, Haley occupies the teacher's desk, setting out an assignment plan. A beat and Lucas appears.
LUCAS: Man, they grow up fast.
Jamie looks up and brightens when he sees Lucas.
JAMIE: Uncle Lucas...
LUCAS: J. Luke...
Jamie darts to Lucas and gets roughed up a bit. He loves it.
LUCAS: You in high school already?
JAMIE: Nooo... I'm only four.
LUCAS: Four going on forty. Whatcha drawing?
JAMIE: You can't see it yet. It's not done.
LUCAS: Trust me. I totally get that.
Jamie runs back to his drawing as Lucas steps to Haley.
*
FADE IN:
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - NIGHT
Wearing a shirt an tie, Mouth looks directly into the camera, piercing the fourth wall.
MOUTH: The Tar Heels land another blue chip prospect and we've got the scoop.
We find Mouth sitting at a SportsCenter type news desk.
MOUTH: I'm Marvin McFadden and Sports is coming up next...
Mouth takes a beat, then removes his lapel microphone.
MOUTH: OK, I think we're good.
He rises and starts away as Alice, 30's, appears.
ALICE: You're the new logger, right?
MOUTH: Yes, ma'am. Mouth. Marvin.
ALICE: Well, you're about to be the old logger. What are you doing behind the desk?
MOUTH: Oh, I was just checking the audio level for the on-air staff. The guys in the booth said it would be OK if --
ALICE: -- Well the guys in the booth aren't your boss. I am. And your job is an entry-level position: Watch the games, highlight the best plays and leave the log for on-air. If you can't do it, we'll find someone else. Got it?
MOUTH: Sure. Yes. Ma'am.
A beat passes as Alice stares daggers at him.
ALICE: Well go.
Mouth exits quickly, a bit fearful of Alice.
INT. GYM - DAY
Lucas sands in the Tree Hill High gym. He finds a stray ball. Shoots. Scores. A beat later, Skills enters.
SKILLS: Well, well. If it isn't Lucas Scott, new Head Coach of the Tree Hill Ravens.
LUCAS: Skills Taylor. New Assistant Head Coach of the Tree Hill Ravens.
SKILLS: If you can afford me.
Skills grins and the two friends embrace.
SKILLS: So six months ago when they asked us to fix this mess, what the hell were we thinking saying yes?
They laugh. Then...
SKILLS: Actually, it's pretty great. Look at you go, Luke. Local boy makes good.
LUCAS: Local boys make good. You're a big part of this Skills.
SKILLS: Hope so. Man, we blew this place up. How many games they win since we hung that State Championship banner?
LUCAS: Not many... But I know one thing: The losing's over.
SKILLS: No doubt.
Skills takes one bounce and drains a long jumper.
*
INT. RECORD LABEL - CONFERENCE ROOM - MORNING
The A&R meeting is peopled by a dozen staff members. A pop song ends and an A&R Executive, Guy, eyes Dave.
GUY: Her TV show's a hit. Great potential for crossover marketing and promo.
DAVE: But the songs are terrible.
GUY: Dave, she's young, she's hot, and her social life's a train wreck. We could ship this thing platinum.
DAVE: (sags) Is that it? Twelve supposedly capable executives with 12 crappy artists?
PEYTON: (O.S.) Um, I have a band.
Everyone eyes Peyton as if she's diseased. Dave chuckles.
DAVE: Why not? It can't get any worse.
Peyton hands her CD to Guy who narrows his eyes a bit.
PEYTON: OK, well the band is called No Means Yes. They've built a really great internet following, and they shoot these totally cool no budget videos. They're young and they need direction, but they're hungry and they'll kill for you. And the songs are great.
Guy pushes play. It's good. Alternative rock. Melodic. But twenty seconds in, Dave looks at Guy who presses stop.
DAVE: So we'll go with the actress. Agreed?
Everyone agrees. Guy hands the CD back to Peyton.
GUY: Could you get us some lunch menus?
As they all disband we angle on Peyton, disheartened.
INT. NATHAN & HALEY'S HOUSE - DAY
Nathan pulls out a brand new high top sneaker from a box and we angle on it: It's the prototype for the Nathan Scott shoe. As he scrutinizes it, we flashback to...
INT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...the shoe as it's unveiled by Barry, a young, slick agent.
BARRY: Ladies and gentleman, the "N.S. 23"...
A group of six guys and girls in suits OO and AH. Lucas and Haley smile as they scan the shoe. Barry makes a toast.
BARRY: To Nathan Scott. To Seattle, and to the fact that in about 72 hours, he's going to make me, his very talented agent, an even wealthier man than I already am.
They laugh and drink, then Haley turns to Nathan and Lucas.
HALEY: I'm gonna head back and relieve the sitter. But you guys stay. You earned this night. You should enjoy it.
NATHAN: You sure?
HALEY: Just no driving. Take the limo. You can get the car tomorrow.
Nathan eyes Haley.
NATHAN: I promise.
Off this promise, we flash to...
INT. LUCAS' ROOM - NIGHT
...a large framed print of the hard cover of Lucas' novel and the announcement of a Los Angeles book signing. We hear:
LUCAS: (O.S.) "And like the river court signatures of their younger selves, weathered now. Faded. So too, were they."
*
FERGIE: Let's see what you got, baller.
Jamie bounces the ball into the lane and shoots it, but Skills swats it into the grass beyond the court.
JAMIE: Darn it, Uncle Skills... You always do that.
Jamie chases down the ball as Fergie eyes Skills.
FERGIE: You ever gonna let him score?
SKILLS: Shorty shouldn't be in the paint. He's gotta learn.
JUNK: Dude, he's FOUR.
Jamie returns and Lucas calls for the ball.
LUCAS: C'mon, Jamie. let's take these guys.
Junk joins Mouth as Lucas and Jamie play Skills and Fergie.
INT. RECORD LABEL - EVENING
Peyton is in her cubicle when her boss Dave sidles up.
DAVE: Whattaya think, Sawyer?
PEYTON: I think you were right about that act we signed today. Her songs are terrible. So why'd you sign her?
DAVE: We'll find a ghostwriter, we'll get a cool producer, we'll make her look hot.
PEYTON: We'll make the world a dumber place...
Dave considers this, then...
DAVE: How long have you been at the label, Peyton? A year?
PEYTON: Two.
DAVE: And how long have you been in Los Angeles, from...?
PEYTON: Tree Hill, North Carolina. Four years.
DAVE: Four years. Why'd you come?
PEYTON: I wanted to discover and sign bands that could change someone's life. Like the artists that changed my life.
DAVE: Yeah, I figured you were one of them, I used to be, too. But then I figured it out: It's called show business for a reason. Our job is to make money.
PEYTON: Even if the product sucks.
DAVE: Especially when the product sucks. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Rock n Roll can't actually save the world.
PEYTON: I disagree. Walk into any live show on the strip tonight and take a look at the kids. Look in their eyes. They're all looking for something to believe in. Music can save their world.
DAVE: And that's why after two years, you're still the assistant to the assistant of me. They're not there to have their world saved. They had a bad day, so they went out to get drunk and get laid. And you probably will, too.
Peyton shakes her head and looks away. Dave softens.
DAVE: Face it, Sawyer. You're not the same idealistic girl who left Hill Bush and you know it. The sooner you figure out how to play the game, the sooner you'll get what you want.
PEYTON: Tree Hill. And I'm not interested in playing the game.
DAVE: You already did. You dropped a button to get into that meeting. You drop a few more, they'll probably give you my job.
Peyton eyes Dave.
PEYTON: I'll have your job some day, Dave. But not like that.
Dave chuckles and starts away.
DAVE: Have fun in the clubs, assistant to the assistant.
INT. SKILLS AND MOUTH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
We angle on a computerized football player tackling another player aggressively. OO's ring out as wider, we find Jamie sitting with Lucas, playing Madden Football will Skills against Fergie and Junk.
SKILLS: (announcing) And it looks like they're bringing in the rookie, clock running down, time for one last play...
Skills picks a play as Lucas hands his controller to Jamie. On the screen, a QB with the name J Luke and the number 23 runs onto the field.
LUCAS: All right, Jamie. When I tell you to, press the green button. OK?
FERGIE: Don't do it, Jamie...
*
LINDSEY: -- you take advantage of me, Lucas Scott, because I'm nice. But this is serious. I put my ass on the line for you.
LUCAS: You know we're good together...
He smiles, but this time...Lindsey doesn't. She sobers. Almost looks sad.
LINDSEY: Close the door, Luke.
This time, he sobers. A beat and Lucas closes us out.
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO - DAY
We angle on Alice as Mouth knocks and enters tentatively.
MOUTH: Um, hi. I just wanted to... I think we got off to the wrong start, and I wanted 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 --
ALICE: -- I don't like you.
MOUTH: Is there something I've done?
ALICE: No. Not really. I simply don't care for you.
MOUTH: Well, what can I do to change that?
ALICE: Quit. Before I find a reason to fire you. And I will.
We angle on Mouth. This isn't how he hoped things would go.
INT. BROOKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Brooke is watching her interview with MTV as Lydia appears.
*
EXT. PEYTON'S OLD HOUSE - DAY
Peyton stands in her yard, staring up at her bedroom window. A beat a girl, Molly, 16, opens the door.
MOLLY: Can I help you?
PEYTON: Not really. That your room?
Peyton motions to her bedroom window. Molly nods yes.
PEYTON: Used to be my room.
MOLLY: Wanna see it?
PEYTON: You sure? I could be a psycho, ya know. It happens.
MOLLY: You're not a psycho. You're Peyton.
Peyton smiles and Molly motions her in.
INT. PEYTON'S OLD ROOM - DAY
Peyton enters her old room which looks VERY different. Girly. But Molly girly. Not Peyton girly.
PEYTON: Wow. It's different. But nice, um --
MOLLY: -- Molly. Thanks. So were you really friends with Brooke Davis?
PEYTON: So are you like, psychic or something?
Molly smiles and opens her closet doors. The boy lists that Peyton and Brooke made are still there. As Peyton takes them in, Lucas' name included, Molly sidles up.
MOLLY: So are you and Brooke still close? Like, best friends?
Peyton smiles sadly.
PEYTON: She's...really busy.
EXT. BROOKE'S OFFICE - DAY
Brooke exits her office building and approaches a waiting limo. Her assistant, Millicent, trails her.
MILLICENT: OK, your boarding pass and itinerary are in your bag. The car service will be waiting for you in Milan. If you have any problems I left you my home, cell and parents' house --
BROOKE: -- Millicent, you're a good assistant. But have some fun while I'm gone, OK? You're only young once.
Brooke smiles kindly at Millicent, then boards the car.
INT. NATHAN AND HALEY'S HOUSE - DAY
Nathan again watches the Draft Day video.
TELEVISION: ...so Seattle is up next and the Commissioner is stepping to the podium with their selection...
Off Nathan's face, we flashback to:
EXT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...Nathan's face in his Range Rover outside the bar. Lucas pleads with him.
LUCAS: C'mon, Nathan. Lemme find Barry and get the limo. You're not driving.
Nathan eyes him. Then...
NATHAN: You're right.
Nathan climbs from the car and a relieved Lucas heads off to get the limo. Nathan lingers, then we hear Greg in the bar.
GREG: (O.S.) I have witnesses. You all saw it. He hit me. I'm gonna sue that punk...
We see that look in Nathan's eye - the resolve of the old Nathan. He beelines for the bar and...
INT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
...marches straight for Greg.
NATHAN: I never touched you, man. If I woulda hit you, you'd be out cold right now.
GREG: Too late, Seattle boy. You shoulda left with that fat ass wife of yours --
Before Greg can finish, Nathan punches him viciously, knocking him cold. In a flash, Nathan is jumped by Greg's cronies A brawl ensues, wildly escalating as we intercut:
TELEVISION: With the eighth pick in the NBA draft, the Seattle Sonics select...
EXT. BAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Suddenly, Nathan is thrown through a huge plate glass window.
TELEVISION: ...Phillip Rich, University of Illinois.
Canned cheers as Lucas darts up and finds Nathan covered in blood and glass.
LUCAS: Oh my God. Nathan. Are you OK?
Nathan eyes him through panicked eyes.
NATHAN: I can't feel my legs.
We angle on shards of glass protruding from Nathan's lower spine. And off Nathan's frightened face, we...
FADE OUT
END OF ACT FOUR
*****
CREDIT: FANBOLT.COM posted by AZULINE
OMG Do you believe what happened to Nathan!??! Could he be paralized??? AHH! lol. I am really freaking out a bit right now.
