One Tree Hill

Previously on "One Tree Hill"...

You were at that party that night,

and you got pregnant.

But you didn't have sex with Nathan Scott, did you?

No.

He says she's dropping everything.

Maybe we need a vacation.

Hmm.

The Bahamas?

Tree Hill.

It's almost morning. I should go.

Or, uh...

you could stay.

Administrative work is for fatties, Millicent,

and you are not a fatty.

You...

are a plus-size model.

Honey, I'm home. Let's do this.

I told you it was realistic.

Hey, honey. Alex and I worked everything out.

Isn't that great?

Hey.

Uh-oh... the look, followed by the pout.

I just missed you next to me last night... again.

I know, baby.

Alex and I didn't finish until 4:00 a.m.

I know. I watched her leave on my sneaky-slut cam.

I'm sorry.

I'm really trying to be super-evolved girlfriend,

but it's hard for me

when my boyfriend spends all of his nights

writing an epic love story with naked-actress girl.

She's not naked.

She's always naked in my mind.

P.S.... not a good time

to insert obvious girl-on-girl humor.

Hey.

I love you.

And I know me working with Alex has been really hard.

Excruciating.

And I appreciate how understanding you've been.

But here's some good news.

I think we're finally gonna finish the script today.

"Finish" as in "done"?

As in "no more late nights with Alex"?

And lots of late nights

with the most beautiful girl I know.

They're offering two years. I say no deal.

It's not bad.

It's B.S.

Look at your numbers last season, man.

I mean, all the team is trying to do

is take advantage of the bad press around Renee.

Okay, so, right now,

her lie is making my name less valuable.

But not your game.

That's why we're countering.

I'm gonna ask for four years. We'll take three.

They offered two, and we ask for four?

It's how the game is played, Nate.

You're sure they won't stop playing?

Buddy, trust me.

They won't.

Just let me do my job.

All right.

It's my job to look good, bitch.

Mils, you've been raping my closet for two weeks.

You should be wearing C.O.B., not... M-E.

I've been seen in all my C.O.B. clothes.

What about the new stuff?

That dress ball and chain Brooke was working on

would be the shiz on you.

I know, but Brooke isn't done with it yet,

not to mention super uber-assistant Calliope

is guarding it like a virgin's vajayjay.

And since all my old clothes are so Millie 1.0,

your closet is my only high-rnd alternative.

Oh, my God. I'm so sleepy, and you're so talky.

Sorry. Still wired.

Late night, major party... you totally missed it.

Doubt it.

The party scene is so lame-tarded.

It's the same people, same paparazzi, same porn.

Porn?

In the VIP's VIP it's way overrated.

You know, I'm starting to like just hanging with Julian

and working on stuff people take seriously

other than my tight ass.

O.M. Gucci!

Score me some of what you've been taking, you skinny bitch.

You totally look better than me in that.

Really?

Take it off.

Wow. That good?

Hmm.

Good God.

Millie!

"Haley James Scott, tonight at 8:00"...

And I can't even utter the last part.

Free. The concert is free.

One more time, and I will wash your mouth out with soap.

Please explain how this impromptu concert

is getting your album completed on shedule.

Only if you explain to me the deal with "shedule."

Come on, Miranda, I just wanted to get out of the studio

and, you know, get some feedback on my new songs.

You'll get feedback in 2 1/2 months,

when the record is done and the downloads are making the label money.

And then you'll be "free" to perform

at any label-authorized concert.

In the meantime, this one...

is off.

Okay, but you're gonna have to tell them.

Go on. I'll hold the door open.

Well, Americans will line up for anything that's free.

Look, we're not talking about a rookie getting his feet wet.

This is Nathan Scott.

Just look at his numbers, and I think you'll understand

why we feel that he's earned a four-year deal.

Yeah.

Or we might consider a three-year

if the price is right,

but a two is not gonna get us anywhere.

I hope so.

Mmm. Thanks.

Best part of my day.

Me or the coffee?

Maybe a little bit of both.

So, any good news?

Uh, we'll see. Now I just have to wait.

Mm. How would you feel about waiting with me?

Come on. I have somewhere I want to take you.

Grab your office.

It's good to be home.

So, this is your dirty little secret?

Yeah... I've been helping out here

every saturday for a couple of hours.

Hales and I used to do it in high school, you know...

hippie parents, raised to give back. Hi, miss Quinn!

Hi.

I guess I kind of missed it.

Hey, you let me in. I just wanted to let you in.

Hey, Miss Quinn.

Hi.

Wow.

Great spiral, great listener,

and now this hot Mother Teresa thing?

You know, in girl world, you just called me hot, right?

In an old-nun sort of way.

Oh, okay, yeah.

So, what exactly do you do here, sister Quinn?

Well... we make these homemade cameras,

and then we take pictures with them.

You know, the first time I looked through my lens,

I realized that I could find magic in unexpected places.

And I want the kids to feel that.

Pretty dorky, huh?

Completely dorky, yeah.

I love it.

Mm. It's just a sample.

It's top-secret C.O.B. for next March.

I just finished it today.

Here is your super-sassy rock-star comeback outfit.

I want you to look so amazing up there.

I mean, you could just let me wear this one to my show tonight.

I could, but then I'd have to kill you.

And if you're dead, we can't talk.

And... I really need a huge Haley heart-to-heart right now.

All righty.

Spill.

I think I'm pregnant.

I'm late, and I am never late. And I'm freaking out.

Why are you freaking out?

You've wanted a baby since you were 22.

Because I don't know how Julian's gonna take it.

The last time we talked about our future,

he basically said "what's the rush?"

I am fluent in boy, and I am pretty sure

That "what's the rush?" Doesn't mean "let's have a baby now."

Maybe not, but things happen all the time...

Unexpected things that turn out to be amazing things.

I named mine Jamie.

Yeah, but with all the Alex drama,

I just wouldn't want him to think that I was expecting it.

Oh, Brooke, Julian's not gonna think you got pregnant on purpose.

Come on, Hales, you have to admit

The timing looks a bit suspect.

No. You know what? Julian loves you.

Stop worrying. Go to the doctor.

It's your turn to be the girl

who gets the baby and the boy.

So, the girl doesn't get the boy.

No. That's what makes the ending work.

She doesn't need the boy anymore.

Says the boy.

Not that you're the boy... jst a boy

who doesn't get that some sad girl with bad hair

doesn't want to spend money on a movie

where the girl doesn't get the boy.

It's not American.