Luke, Friedman and Glynis walking in the halls at school. They are talking about the upcoming finale. Luke on one side, Glynis on the other.
Luke: So we can meet at 5:00, study for the chem. final, move straight into trig.
Friedman: Ok, this isn't going to be a problem 'cause you guys aren't squeezing the produce anymore, is it?
Luke: Sharing data is entirely separate from matters of the heart.
Glynis: of course.
They leave the shot and Adam and Joan come into view. They are walking hand in hand.
Adam: You didn't have to heave an eraser at me.
Joan: Oh. Adam, look-- (She rubs his head) ha ha ha. [Coughs] I know 19th century Europe can be kind of a snooze, but you were snoring, you know, like the 3 stooges with the little "whee" at the end.
Adam: Well, I am kinda wiped, yo, from the finals and this stupid job at the hotel.
Joan: Adam, it's not even summer yet. You could have put the job off for a few weeks.
Adam: They were gonna give it away, and--and the pay is good--
Grace: (interrupting them) dude, my English teacher wants us to be able to draw on everything we read this semester. Who remembers January? Did we even have one this year?
Joan: Well, I can't use a calculator on my math final. That's civilized. Do they want us to ride horses to school, too? Maybe kill our own food?
Adam: I have to get to work.
Joan: I'll walk you.
They leave Grace at the lockers and start off down the hall. Grace stops them.
Grace: Hey, hey... before the violins start playing, when are we gonna study for chem?
Adam: (Groans) Tomorrow at lunch?
Grace: Ok. I'll move my math group to the morning and write my Spanish paper during Hebrew class. That'll give me enough time to make my noose at lunch.
Grace leaves and Helen comes into shot.
Helen: Oh, Adam. I thought you were gonna show me your schedules for the final sculpture project.
Adam: (scrunching up his face in frustration) Oh, uh... I'm a little behind.
Helen: You're running out of time. They wanted me to grade every phase of the project. Joan - mom, it's the end of the year. Ok. Yeah, we're all a little stressed out. And for what? Cramming our head with information we'll retain for, like, one second after finals? Helen - So, um, if you need any extra help...
Adam: thanks.
Helen: Ok. Oh, oh, and Adam, um... would you please ask your girlfriend not to be so snotty to the faculty?
Adam: Oh. Ha ha. Ok.
Joan stands there staring at her mom and Adam turns her around and walks her out of the hall. The next shot begins as they are crossing the street on their way to Adam’s Job at the hotel.
Joan: You know, my mom isn't gonna cut you any slack. If anything, she's gonna be even harder on you.
Adam: Yeah. I just wish it would all go away. You know, we could just hang out with each other.
Joan: Well, we'll have all summer.
Adam: Yeah, we'll my job's full-time in the summer. You know, it's a lot of nights, and if you're working in the bookstore days--
Joan: well, we'll have weekends, you know? We can go on that hike you talked about at mercer creek, watch some junk movies.
Adam: Uh, I don't know. It's just hard to think about summer right now.
Joan: We'll study together. We'll get through finals.
Adam: (Gives her a sweet kiss) See you in the morning?
Joan: Bye.
He goes into the building and Joan walks away smiling. As soon as she turns the corner a waiter beings talking to her in a bad French accent.
Waiter: (bad French accent) You two are Love Birds, No
Joan: Oh w ell--ha ha. Oui. Oui, oui.
Waiter: (Speaking French)
Joan: Wait. Wait. I lost you at Francais.
Waiter God: Oui? But you have your French final very soon, so you should know what I'm saying.
Joan: Oh...so it's vous. You want me to ace French? Why don't you make the language easier, or make it...English?
Waiter God: English? Ok. I want, uh, you... to give to, uh, your boyfriend... a gift.
Joan: Whoa. Well... you might be God, but you're a little clueless. We just started going out. Very delicate time. Way too soon for the gift thing. I'll ace French instead. Je will ace Francais.
Waiter God: But he needs something from you, Joan.
Joan: I have finals. I don't have time to get a gift.
Waiter God: Ok. Uh, but before the finals, you give to him a gift.
The waiter walks away with the wave, leaving Joan standing there with her mouth open.
We go to opening credits.
When we return from the commercial break, we are with Will and Toni at a dry cleaners on a case.
Dry cleaner: 3,000. Maybe more.
Toni: (To Will) He says they took everything.
Will: So the cleaner gets taken to the cleaners. The irony. That's what I love about the job.
Toni: The wiring for the alarm was cut. Someone knew how the place was laid out.
Will: Mr. Petroff, do you have any employees who might have been angry with you?
Mr. Petroff: Only one woman works for me. Has since 1978. I was fresh with her once... during the Clinton years.
Will: I don't think this was her.
Toni: A witness, a homeless man, uh, asleep in a doorway across the street, says he saw an old blue Honda.
Will: Last month, that gift shop on the next block was hit. Isn't that the same security company?
Toni: Yeah. And we have a vehicle I.D. Why do they even bother to commit crimes when there are cops like us?
To the Gym class. The teacher is shouting at the students as they run laps.
Gym teacher: Cardiovascular exercise increases blood flow to the brain, thereby increasing your chances for higher grades on your finals.
Friedman: (running alone) Then how come the football team can't spell?
Teacher: Mr. Friedman, you're flailing. It's unattractive.
Grace: (who is running with Joan) Why now? It's too early for the gift thing. Iris gave him those shirts, and then they were toast.
Joan: You think this is news to me? Adam needs a gift.
Teacher: Down! 5 push-ups.
Grace: Did he say so?
Joan: No. Adam would never ask for a gift.
Grace: Then how do you know he needs one?
Joan: (Grunts) I just know.
Grace: Then you should know what it is.
Joan: You'd think.
Teacher: Up and run. Up. That means vertical, Mr. Friedman. (Who is still on the floor recovering from his push-ups)
Joan: So, suggestions?
Grace: I'm not getting in the middle of this. I say the wrong thing, you two break up. I wind up with Friedman as a friend.
Joan: Grace, come on. You've known Adam forever.
Grace: He used to like slot cars and Smurfs, but I wouldn't go there.
Luke: (Who is running alone) Glynis, please don't run so close to me. (She was trying to keep pace with him)
Teacher: Down. 5 push-ups.
Glynis: I just want to know what happened. Was it something I did?
Luke: You know as well as I do that there are equations where no definitive solutions exist. You and I are such an equation.
Glynis: You're a cold and heartless determinist.
Teacher: Up and run. The endorphins are kicking in, and you're feeling really good, huh? Luke - (He runs backwards and joins up with Grace and Joan) Glynis is too intense. I need to switch study groups.
Grace: I'm starting to understand women who live with cats.
Joan: I already see enough of you.
Grace: Will we get your lab notes?
Luke: Of course.
Grace: He's in.
Joan: Ok, but we're not studying right now. Go. (Luke leaves) So what do you think about a backpack? His is kind of ripped.
Grace: Yeah, he'd love that, mom. What about new underwear? I'm sure those are ripped, too.
Adam: (Who Grace and Joan have just pasted) Hey, why are you two speeding? I mean, last is our thing.
Joan: No reason.
And she runs off faster then ever.
Cut off to the court house where Kevin enters and stays with the other reporters at the back of the room. He is the only one attentive. The others are not paying attention.
Male Reporter: The new guy. (He noticed Kevin paying attention)
Kevin: I'm Kevin Girardi. (They go down the row to introduce themselves)
Robert: Roger franz of bby-am.
Erica: Erica Stevenson from wgf-tv.
Henry: Henry, free press.
Robert: News will roll in around lunch. We were thinking of ducking out to see the Ben Stiller movie this afternoon. Wanna come?
Kevin: Uh, I don't think so. First day. I don't want to screw it up.
Erica: There's nothing to screw up. You get the docket, report the number of burglaries, assaults, mention a few names, and you're done.
Robert: If a big case comes in, the satellite dishes come out. You'll be replaced by a first-stringer.
Kevin: I'd like to think there can be more to it than that.
Henry: Dude, I'm from the free press, and even I don't give a crap.
Cut out to Friedman and Luke walking in the halls.
Luke: She called me a determinist.
Friedman: God. Harsh.
Luke: You know, I thought because we shared similar intellectual goals, she could deal with modifying our relationship.
Friedman: I'm trying to take her mind off it, ok, but she just keeps shoving me into walls. I'm sure it's a game.
Luke: Women make no sense. They don't obey the rules. They don't even know the rules. Friedman, there are rules.
Friedman: (Trying to calm Luke) Dude...Dude.
Joan: Luke, there's an emergency. I need your help. (You only see a blur of her as she pushes Luke into the nearest classroom.
Friedman: (Sighs) Women.
In the class room, Luke sits at a computer as Joan paces.
Joan: Ok. He's a sculptor, so he's really good with his hands. Um... (Luke stares at her) what? You said this site would help find the right thing, so type.
Luke: Fine. "Sculptor, good with hands." What else?
Joan: Ok. He's 16. He's a really good listener. Um...you got anything?
Luke: Victoria secret Catalog.
Joan: What?!
Luke: Must have been the 16-year-old boy thing.
Joan: Take that off. Put in, um... uh...put in practical. He's got a very practical side.
Luke: Electric sander.
Joan: Oh, that's romantic.
Luke: You know, if I could just offer an observation here about your overall method.
Joan: No offense, but you couldn't hold on to Glynis for a month.
Luke: Yeah, and it was exactly this kind of forced behaviour--
Joan: (cutting him off) do you see any body language that says I care? Ok. Romantic... but not overly romantic, because that's like a teddy bear with those "I love you" balloons, and that'll just look like I got him something from a gas station. So a hint of romantic-- so that he doesn't feel pressured but that he still knows how much I care.
Luke: Should I be hearing this?
Joan: (Sighs) No. Just put in... sensitive, sense of humour... um...budding romantic... with potential for a full-on thing, but... at a somewhat... later date.
Luke: Garfield night-light.
Joan: I'm meant to die alone.
Joan gives up on the computer and leaves the room. Next scene is Joan and Adam walking down the street going to Adam’s Job.
Joan: So, I was just thinking that maybe you're behind on your sculpture project because you don't have one of those reminder book things, you know, to write down what you have to do. Would you like one of those?
Adam: No. I just write my stuff on scrap paper.
Joan: Of course. That's lame-- people who have those. Um, what would you like? Huh? If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?
Adam: Uh...I--I don't know. Um, there's not much I want, really...except you.
Joan: Oh, that's sweet…(She looks at him with a sweet look) but let's pretend it's Christmas right now. We're opening presents, and-- [Gasps] "Look! I got a puppy!"
Adam: You want a puppy?
Joan: No, they poop all the time. I'm just-- work with me here. I'm trying to get into it. "And what did Santa bring for Adam? Not an electric sander, by any chance?"
Adam: Yeah--look, I'm kinda late.
Joan: Sorry. Ohh! I'm such a dud. Uh, I only have a dollar. I need to get something to eat. Can I borrow some money until--
Joan: no, but--but you can have it. Here. Here you go. $10. It's a gift from me to you.
Adam: I'll pay you back.
Joan: No. Uh-uh. I don't want it back. It's a gift.
Adam: I can buy my own food.
Joan: I--I know.
Adam: (getting defensive) Just because I work, that doesn't make me a charity case, Jane.
Joan: I'm--I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be nice.
Adam: Nice? Nice? Nice is what you get from a stranger.
Joan: I'm sorry. It was really stupid. You can pay me back.
Adam: (gives her back the money) Look, I'll just get something at home later.
She walks down the street, depressed, and a very well off woman in a car stops her.
God: That didn't go very well, did it?
Joan: (putting the attention on her lavish car, jewels and clothes) Isn't this a little over the top, even for you?
God: What you tried to give Adam wasn't a gift, Joan. It was an attempt to avoid giving, just like your internet search. Giving isn't about things.
Joan: Oh, you're gonna lecture me on materialism? That rock on your finger could end world hunger.
God: It's just carbon. The same element that makes up the graphite in your pencils. People have endowed it with value. It might just as easily have gone the other way around.
Joan: $50,000 pencils?
God: Why not? They do more than this.
Joan: Ok. Let's swap. Your ring for my Ticonderoga.
God: A gift is an offering, a selfless act that adds something to someone's life, something that they need, and only the two of you can decide the value of that gift.
Joan: He won't give me any hints.
God: They're everywhere, Joan. You should know that by now. Find out what he needs, Joan.
We take a commercial break and go back to Toni and Will on the police case.
They have just arrived at park where a man is pushing a little girl on a swing.
Will: He gets laid off from the alarm company but he still can't keep his hands off those alarms. That's a man who loves his work. Ben Pollack.
Ben: Yes.
Will: Detective Girardi. This is detective Williams.
Ben: Uh, please…(To his daughter) just keep swinging, Katie. I got to talk to these folks for a sec. I'm not gonna give you any trouble.
Will: Good call.
Ben: Could you, uh, call my ex and have her pick her up so she won't have to come to the station?
Will: Now you're worried about being a good father?
Ben: Look, I know that I screwed up... but I've been looking for work for months, and, uh... I don't want my kid to see this.
Toni: There are social workers at the station that will take good care of her.
Will: How soon do you think your ex can be here?
Will feels sympathetic to the man. He wouldn’t want his kids to see their father taken away by police either.
We end scene, and go to the high school again. Joan and Adam are walking.
Joan: I'm really sorry about yesterday.
Adam: Oh, that's cool.
Joan: No, no, it's not cool. We should know things like that about each other.
Adam: No, it was me. You know, I just shouldn't have... you know... (they walk into the class room and put their bags down)
Joan: gone postal?
Adam: Yeah.
Joan: Yeah. Hey, first fight, right, except for all the other ones. Um, but Dr. Phil actually says that fighting can make you closer.
Adam: Ok. Let's get miserable. History. Why do we have to learn about all these stupid wars and treaties? The only thing cool about the 19th century was the art scene in Paris. Now that was the place to be. (He looks in his bag) Ohh. I forgot my notes in my locker. Be right back. (He leaves)
Joan: (eying his bag) Hints are everywhere. I just gotta look, right?
She looks through his bag and finds a very think book of drawings. Most of the pages are blank. Then she finds a condom. She drops it back in his bag just as he walks in and sits down in her chair. She has the look of someone who has just seen a ghost.
Adam: Hey. Here we go. 37 pages of crushing boredom. Ready?
Joan: Yeah. (She coughs and smiles at him)
Still before class, Helen is walking in the hall and Luke catches up to her.
Helen: Hey, honey.
Luke: Hey, mom. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home for dinner tonight. I'm gonna be studying at the library.
Helen: Well, you gotta eat. I can drive you over after dinner.
Luke: Don't worry about it. I'll grab something from the vending machine.
Helen: I'll bring you a sandwich.
Luke: No, mom! I'll be fine! (He his yelling)
Helen: That was inappropriate. (She turns and goes into a class)
Luke: I'm sorry.
Helen: What's wrong?
Luke: Nothing. It's just finals. You know... if I want to keep my grade point average up, I gotta--
Helen: it's not finals. Finals you can deal with. Is it glynis?
Luke: No.
Helen: Well, I know you're 15, and it's embarrassing to talk to your mom--
Luke: I said I'm sorry.
Helen: No, no, no, it's not... it's not about me. You just... seem like a jumble of feelings that you don't want to look at. You're a scientist. Shouldn't you... examine the things you don't understand?
Luke: No. Feelings are ephemeral, ok? And as such cannot be a reliable scientific determinants.
Helen: But they affect behaviour which, in turn, affects perception which, as Heisenberg taught us, affects reality.
Luke: How do you know about Heisenberg?
Helen: I listen to you.
Luke: Glynis and I made sense. You know... now I've hurt her, and I feel guilty and sad and angry.
Helen: Relationships that work don't always make sense.
Luke: Ok, great, but what am I supposed do with all these feelings that I know are just gonna make me look like a fool? Mom, I need a logical explanation for why, against all reason... I bought this. (He take out a very pretty rock with purple crystal on it)
Helen: It's beautiful. For glynis?
Luke: For Grace.
He leaves the room and we go to Will entering the court room where Kevin is working.
Will: There he is.
Kevin: Dad, hi.
Will: Didn't think I'd run into you so soon. How do you like it?
Kevin: There's so much on the docket the other reporters just ignore.
Will: Well, it's mostly routine stuff.
Kevin: I don't think it should be.
Will: That's why we have youth. (To a lawyer) Counsel.
Judge: Case a43804. The people vs. Ben Pollack. 2 felony counts. Burglary. How do you plead, Mr. Pollack?
Ben: Not guilty.
Lawyer: Your honour, we request Mr. Pollack be released on his own recognizance pending trial.
Judge: Any objections, Mr. Frost?
Mr. Frost: None, your honour.
Judge: Mark him for the next available prelim. Case a43805. People vs. William Demis. Back so soon, Mr. Demis?
As the judge was starting the next case the police were taking off the hand cuffs of Ben. Kevin looked on, shocked that they were letting him go.
To the street after school. Grace and Joan are walking.
Grace: So, you found something yet?
Joan: Oh...no. Well, yeah, act-- but no.
Grace: That was unclear, even for you.
Joan: Well, I mean, I found something, but I didn't--I didn't give it to him.
Grace: Expand.
Joan: I was--I was looking through his bag...
Grace: oh, god!
Joan: Yeah. I was trying to get to know him better. Um, you know, I thought if I saw some of his private things maybe I'd be able to find out what he'd want. (They sit down)
Grace: This doesn't end well, does it?
Joan: I--I found a condom in there.
Grace: Oh...
Joan: yeah. (Chuckles) I was looking for some hints, you know... to--to find out what he might really value.
Grace: I guess you found it.
Joan: It's just I didn't expect the right gift to be... we--we haven't talked about... doing... that.
Grace: I'm thinking the slot cars might not be such a bad idea.
Joan: Grace... what am I supposed to do?
Grace: I don't think I can tell you that, girardi. You know, in my Hebrew class, the Rabbi talked about giving. He said that the act itself makes you love the person more. The Hebrew word, even, "to give" has the same root as "love." Do you love him?
Joan: Yeah. (Sighs)
Grace nods and they sit drinking coffee as we go to another break.
When we come back, Will and Toni are at the police station. Will is reading Kevin’s article.
Will: “Ben Pollack’s failed plee, release and pending plea bargain, are further proof that arcadia's judicial system is more interested in protecting criminals than their victims."
Toni: I thought he was just doing docket reports like the other guys.
Will: He was.
Toni: So getting a feature run. This is a big deal. You must be a proud papa.
Will: Proud? My kid body slams the entire county judicial system. We'll have to wear armour to the courthouse.
Toni: Kevin's a good writer. The way he spins it even made me think twice.
Will: Only he forgot to mention that Pollack's a first-time offender.
Toni: Who pulled 2 jobs and stole 5 grand.
Will: Both on the 14th of the month. His child support was due on the 15th. The guy's been out of work for a year. He was about to lose his kid. That doesn't mean anything? (Telephone rings) Girardi. (To Toni) It's the D.A.
Back to school. Joan is busy in her locker. Adam comes up and bushes the hair away from her cheek and gives her a kiss.
Joan: (startled) Oh, it's you.
Adam: Where were you?
Joan: What? I was in the library studying.
Adam: I thought we were gonna meet on the roof.
Joan: Oh. I'm such a tube sock. I'm sorry. We can meet later.
Adam: Well, I have to pick up stuff for my dad, and then I have work. You know that.
Joan: Oh, right. Um... well, it must be finals. Mush brain.
Adam: Are you avoiding me, Jane?
Joan: Of course not. Why-- why would I do that?
Adam: I don't know.
Joan: Look, we'll meet on the roof tomorrow after study group.
Adam: Sure.
Joan: Adam.
Adam: What?
Joan gives him a kiss and walks away. A little down the hall she finds cute boy god busy in his locker.
Joan: Great. You have a locker now. What do you keep in there? Wrath?
God: So are you gonna walk away from him just when you're starting to get close?
Joan: I need some time to think, ok? I don't like what you're asking me to do.
God: I just asked you to get to know him better.
Joan: I did. It's turning out to be really weird.
God: Intimacy is never easy, Joan.
Joan: Why are you doing this to me?
He closes his locker and walks away with the signature wave.
Cut back to Will, who is again at the court house. He finds Kevin there.
Will: You couldn't give me a head's-up?
Kevin: I didn't think they'd print it, but they thought it was a new take on the system, so--
Will: you killed the guy's plea bargain. (will sits down)
Kevin: What's the problem? It's your collar. I thought you'd be happy.
Will: Why would I be happy ruining a man's life?
Kevin: Come on. What the A.D.A and the public defender agreed to? A felony reduced to mis-demeanour. One year of probation. No jail time. Pollack doesn't deserve to walk.
Will: Oh, so 3 days in the courthouse, and now you know the whole system.
Kevin: I did my research on the percentages of repeat offenders who got plea bargains--
Will: Then you know that I was part of the deal. It was carefully designed to help the guy, and now Pollack is going to jail for 2 years, and he'll never get custody of his kid again because of your damn article.
Kevin: Hey, I'm a reporter. All I did was present the facts.
Will: His life is a fact. Decent people screw up. It's not so black and white.
Kevin: No? I screwed up. I didn't get to make a deal. Where's my deal?
Will: Well, I'm sorry. That excuse doesn't work this time.
Judge: Detective Girardi, I imagine you want to stay on my good side, so shut it. Moving along. Case a74406. People vs. Joseph--
Will gets up and grabs the back of Kevin’s chair. He wheel’s him out of the room.
Kevin: what the hell are you doing?! Stop it! Get your hands off my chair!
Will stops outside, where Pollack is being lead out of the court house. His daughter stands by the fence. She says Hi to her father. Pollack comes over to the fence and holds her hand. He kisses her hand and leaves. The girl waves.
Will: This is the part of the story you left out.
Back to school. Luke and Grace are walking. Luke stops at his locker.
Grace: I--I think this whole gift-giving thing is just a merchandising ploy to keep the capitalist machine moving.
Luke: I don't know.
Grace: You got glynis something? You guys were together, what, 3 weeks?
Luke: I thought about it. You know, getting her Richard Feynman's lectures on physics, but it just seems so...
Grace: lame?
Luke: Yeah. I don't know. A gift should just happen, shouldn't it? You know, if you think too much, then... forget it.
They enter the library.
Grace: You were getting all poetic there for a minute, Spock.
Luke: No, I just... you know...
Grace: actually, no.
Luke: You mean you haven't ever walked by something and you just had this feeling that someone you knew would absolutely love it?
Grace: Are you interested in somebody else already?
Luke: I'm just having a theoretical discussion.
Grace: So there is somebody. Guys should be sprayed down with cold water, like, every hour.
Luke: Ok. You know, maybe-- maybe we should study later when Adam and Joan are here. I mean, they're gonna get so far behind.
Grace: Well, they knew we were meeting. If their thing is getting so hot that they want to blow finals--
Luke: what?
Grace: Well, what?
Luke: Their thing is hot? How hot?
Grace: Ok. Take a nap. I'm not going there.
Luke: I think you just did.
Grace: Ok, but this falls under... chemistry-study-group-partner- confidentiality.
Luke: Yeah, ok. Sure. So what do I do?
Grace: What do you mean?
Luke: She's my sister.
Grace: I guess you hope that she's smart and happy.
Luke: (Gives her the rock)
Grace: Ok, dude. This is just weird.
Luke: Yeah, I know. I don't care.
Grace: Uh, "exchange reactions."
Luke: Right. "When solutions of ionic compounds are mixed and... cut ions from each solution encounter ions from another."
Cut off.
Adam is vacuuming a room at the hotel when Joan comes in. She is all dressed up in a pretty dress with a necklace and her hair done.
(Vacuum cleaner running)
Adam: (Turns motor off) Jane, what are you doing here?
Joan: (Sighs and clothes the door.)
Commercial break.. But we pick up right were we left off.
Joan: Never been in this nice of a hotel room.
Adam: Yeah. It's a nice place. So did you wanna... study or something?
Joan: I didn't bring any books.
Adam: So...
Joan: I, uh, I went-- I went through your bag.
Adam: What?
Joan: I know it seems kinda stalker-like and weird. I was just trying to get to know you better. I thought... I thought if I was able to give you something that meant something--
Adam: but I told you, I... I don't need anything.
Joan: Yeah, well... (Sits down) I saw the condom.
Adam: Oh-- oh, god! Oh... they passed them out in health class.
Joan: So you haven't thought about... ha. Us?
Adam: Well... sure. Is... is that why you're here? (he sits down)
Joan: It just seems like we're supposed to get... closer. (they kiss, and a tear comes to her eye)
Adam: Why are you crying?
Joan: Guess I'm just a little afraid. Are you?
Adam: Yeah.
Joan: I mean, it's not like we're the first.
Adam: No. No.
Joan: I'm just not sure. If we do this... what the ripples are going to be.
Adam: Yeah, me neither.
Joan: I don't wanna lose you. Adam...
Adam: (Sniffs) This job... I had to take it early. My dad hurt his back. He can't work.
Joan: You should have just told me.
Adam: What different would it make?
Joan: Because then you wouldn't have to go through it alone. He's gonna get better, right?
Adam: I guess. It just always seems like there's something that gets in the way of what you hope for.
Joan: No. That's not true.
Adam: My mom dies. My dad gets sick. I fall in love with you.
Joan: How is that bad?
Adam: Are you gonna stay with me if this is what my life becomes? Running... this thing for the rest of my life?
Joan: Is that why your sketch book's empty?
Adam: Before I met you, I was... barely getting through school. Everybody goes through rough times. I'm not some struggling artist in paris. I'm a 16-year-old kid in arcadia who has to work to buy his dad pills.
Joan: Adam, you believed in yourself.
Adam: No. You believed in me. That felt good. But I need something more now. (Sniffs) I need something... real. Something I can hold in my hand.
Joan: What? Anything. I'll give you anything you need. (They kiss again)
Adam: I have to get back to work.
Cut off to the Girardi Garage where Kevin is working on the boat.
Will: Thought I saw a light on. Luke said you went out.
Kevin: I did. I just didn't get very far.
Will: I probably should have handled things... differently today.
Kevin: Yeah, you made your point. I ruined 2 people's lives. Case closed. (He tries to reach something on the top shelf, but can’t)
Will: (Hands him the item) It's not that simple, Kevin. That's the whole point. Think about...the way people look at you on the street. I see it. They make a decision about your life. Is that fair? They don't know who you are or what you're capable of, what you mean to people. (Kevin is silent, and Will starts to leave.)
Kevin: Could you take a look at this joint?
Will: Needs sanding. When do you think we'll, uh, get this thing in the water?
Kevin: Hull's been here too long. It's getting all warped.
Will: Ah, I wouldn't give up on it just yet.
Back To the hotel, Joan is walking through the lobby. She nearly bumps into the well dressed woman/God.
God: Well, that looks like everything. Thank you.
Joan: Ooh! I'm sorry.
God: No problem. So, you know what to give him.
Joan: Do you know what I was planning on doing when I went up there?
God: I know everything.
Joan: Then how could you let it go that far? I'm sure you've seen the latest polls on teenage sex.
God: You're always faced with difficult decisions. I can't make your choices for you. I'm really committed to the free will thing.
Joan: That's a cop-out if you ask me.
God: If you hadn't gone in there. You wouldn't have found out what Adam needs.
Joan: Adam needs to have faith in himself. That's your department, isn't it?
God: No. It's yours. Faith is believing when there's no rational reason to believe. Like your seeing me... who would believe that's rational? Yet you know that it's true. You're the one who has the faith, Joan. Find a way to give a little to Adam.
Later that evening, Joan comes home. Helen and Will have been waiting up for her.
Joan: Hey, you guys are here! Good.
Helen: Yes, uh... and wondering where you've been. You didn't call.
Joan: Oh, I was with Adam. Um... who was that artist, the French guy? My history teacher mentioned him.
Will: We tried your cell phone.
Joan: I turned it off.
Will: Why?
Joan: I didn't want to be disturbed.
Will: We called Adam's house. His dad said he was at work at some...hotel?
Joan: Yeah. We were studying.
Helen: You were with Adam at a hotel?
Joan: Yeah.
Will: Where in the hotel?
Joan: In a room. Mom, I really need to know about this French artist.
Will: Well, h-whoa, ho, ho-- you were alone in a hotel room with Adam?
Joan: He was shampooing the rug. Mom, this artist, he had no money. He somehow made it to Paris and then became really successful.
Helen: So, I th-I thought you were studying.
Will: You don't have any school books. So what were you doing in a hotel room with Adam and no books?
Joan: Do we really have to go there?
Will: We're already there.
Joan: Do you really think--
Helen: what do you think we think?
Will: Of course we think! What would you think?
Joan: Is this a real conversation or an Abbott and Costello routine?
Will: Answer the question.
Joan: (Opens her mouth to speak)
Will: No, wait. Don't.
Helen: Ok, wait. Take a breath. Take a breath. Sit down. Look, honey, we know you and Adam are close, right?
Joan: Yes. Ahem. I--I love him.
Will: You love him?
Joan: Yes.
Helen: You were alone with Adam in a hotel room, and you love him.
Will: And he was shampooing the rug. I'm a cop, Joan. This is when I start reading you your rights.
Helen: Will. I think I should talk to Joan alone.
Will: (Gets up to leave) Remember when I took you on a pony ride?
Helen: Will!
Will: Ok. I'll be upstairs if you need me.
Joan: Mom, I really need to know who this artist was.
Helen: Ok. But first I think we should deal with what happened tonight.
Joan: I'm trying to!
Helen: Good. Because... when 2 people... have feelings for each other, there are natural impulses...
Joan: mom--
Helen: let me finish!
Joan: No! Because you're gonna start crying and quoting songs! [Sighs] I did not have sex with Adam.
Helen: Are you sure?
Joan: Yes! I took health. I'm pretty sure. I mean... I thought about it.
Helen: You did?
Joan: I was going to.
Helen: You were?
Joan: Yes. But then I realized I was really only there to find out what Adam needed from me.
Helen: And it wasn't sex.
Joan: No.
Helen: Adam is such a nice boy.
Joan: But he is going through something really big. Which is why I have to know who this French guy was.
Helen: Ok. But you are going to have to narrow it down a little more than "French guy."
Joan: Uh...poor artist. Paris. Sculptor.
Helen: Rodin.
Joan: You mean the thinker guy, right?
Helen: Yes.
Joan: Great! Thank you! That's all I needed.
Helen: Wait, wait! That's it? If you'd... asked me that earlier, you wouldn't have thought about having sex?
Joan: Oh! No. Ha ha. That still would have happened. Thanks, mom.
Helen goes upstairs to fill in Will. He is sitting there waiting.
Will: Who won?
Helen: We did. She thought about it but she didn't sleep with him.
Will: And we believe that?
Helen: What choice do we have?
Will: Well, we could tell her that she can't see him anymore.
Helen: Ah. The west side story strategy. Yeah. That always turns out great.
Will: Well, she thought about it. Aren't we supposed to do something?
Helen: We've already done it.
Will: W-what was that, exactly?
Helen: Been her parents.
Will: So basically you're saying we go on faith that we've raised her right.
Helen: Yeah.
Will: You're asking an awful lot, Helen.
The next day at school, Joan finds Adam on the roof.
Joan: Hey.
Adam: Hey. I thought maybe you weren't gonna make it again.
Joan: I was finishing this. (She takes out a picture in a frame for him) For you. Rodin. He was a sculptor. Like you. He had to support his family by being a bricklayer. And this is his girlfriend Rose. His house in Paris is a museum now. It's filled with all the stuff that he made.
Adam: I'm not Rodin, Jane.
Joan: No. You're Adam Rove. And you have what you asked for... something real you can hold in your hands. And it doesn't have to make sense, you know? We don't. That doesn't mean it's not real.
The episode ends as a version of “la vie en Rose” plays and the camera pans into the picture. The people in the picture turn into Adam and Joan. Adam as Rodin shows Joan as Rose the pictures in his book.. Then the picture freezes again and turns back to Rodin and Rose. Joan and Adam kiss and the camera pulls back further.
The end.
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