One Tree Hill

Hi, Peyton.

Peyton, 8th-grade cheer camp.

Now it's hoes over psychos.

- You saved me. - You saved me, too.

You want to come with me?

I'm coming with you.

Do you think it's impossible for you to ever have feelings for me again?

It's not impossible.

You lost your phone.

That's not my phone.

What are you doing here, Lucas?

I keep feeling like Keith's trying to tell me something.

Keith's dead.

Open your eyes.

William Blake once wrote,

"There are things that are known

"and things that are unknown.

"And in between...

- "there are doors." - Hey, yo, Luke.

Damn. Nice work.

No. No, it's not...

It's the attack last week.

Neither one of them wants to be alone.

Hey, if that's your story. Look, we got to go.

- What? - It's Mouth. He needs our help.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Mayor?

Yeah. Come on in, Joe.

I need you to access this phone's calling history.

Sure. Whose phone is it?

That's what I want you to find out.

With all due respect, Mr. Mayor, I can't do that.

That's illegal.

You got a performance review coming up, don't you, Joe?

Not to mention a sexy little thing going on with -- what's her name?

Darcy in public relations?

But wait a minute.

Your wife's name's Jill, isn't it?

It might take me a day or two.

Works for me.

Oh, and, Joe?

Say hi to Darcy for me.

So, it's been what, about a week since Mouth skipped town with Rachel?

Then, all of a sudden, I get this cryptic message.

Sounds like he's in trouble.

Okay, what kind of message? Like voice mail?

No, a text, actually. Check it out.

"Honey Grove, Texas. Please come. Need ass"?

I was thinking he would've typed "assistance" but his battery died.

Why didn't he just write "help"? "Need help"?

Maybe he need ass.

Hey.

Hey, Skills said Mouth was in trouble.

Yeah, he sent this.

"Need ass"?

We're thinking it's "assistance."

I'm gonna find Honey Grove online.

Hey, how are they doing since the attack?

Some days are better than the others.

But it gets the worst at night.

Hey, you guys, what's going on? Is Mouth okay?

It doesn't sound like it.

"Honey Grove, Texas. Please come."

"Need ass"?

I don't get it. He left with Rachel. Why would he need ass?

- Assistance. - Assistance.

Well, if Mouth needs help,

then one of us needs to go down to Honey Grove, Texas.

I think we should probably all go. It's about 90 miles from Dallas,

which is like a 20-hour car ride.

Hales, I love you for caring,

but you're pregnant and we got finals.

We're all graduating soon. It could be a last hurrah.

Hopefully, Mouth is okay and it turns into a great road trip.

But if not, there's safety in numbers, right?

Okay, Karen and I made sandwiches, and I got chips and drinks,

and we're all set.

I brought red vines.

You can't have a road trip without red vines.

I brought old yearbooks -- might give us a laugh.

What did you bring, Nate?

I brought Haley, who brought the food.

Brooke?

I brought my hot body and Rachel's Denali.

She might have left, but at least we have her car.

Sure it's not stolen?

Oh, wait. That's just calculus exams.

My girl's not a big Rachel fan.

Peyton, what did you bring?

Road mix.

Okay, let's go.

You seem rather excited, considering Mouth might be in a lot of trouble.

Well, I'm choosing to believe that he's fine.

Besides, it's Mouth. How much trouble could he actually get into?

He's probably having fun.

Have fun.

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Subtitles: Willow's Team

Okay, Brooke, freshman year.

Lance Bass? Really?

He was cute, okay?

I'm not sure I'd go there, Hales. Check this out.

"Luke, stay cool forever! Haley."

So, what's wrong with that?

You think that's bad? Check this out.

Peyton wrote to me in my sophomore yearbook...

"Peyton Sawyer."

Come on! I didn't even know you then.

You know how hard I worked to get my yearbook in front of her?

And then she signs her damn name.

I was crushed.

Okay, how about this one?

"Lucas, you know you want me! Taylor James."

I wonder what she wrote in Nathan's yearbook.

Hey, look. "Luke, you're a great friend.

"Thanks for looking out for me. See ya around."

Who wrote that one?

Jimmy Edwards. Sorry.

How about we just try and let go of all the pain on this trip

and only focus on the good things in our lives?

Okay, who's with me?

- Ready for that. - Definitely.

Okay, Luke?

Lucas? Lucas?

Yeah, sure.

I don't know why you do it, Conrad.

We keep playing.

You keep losing.

Um, hiya, fellas.

I'm Mouth.

Mouth, huh?

I mean, uh, Marvin. Marvin.

Listen, guys, I don't want any trouble. I mean,

I like girls, really. See?

Um, if I could just get that back --

Or what?

Listen, I know you could probably kill me right now --

I mean... definitely kill me right now,

but you're only three moves away from winning your chess match.

Knight to G7. I'm sure you were just about to do that anyway...

Sir.

Guard.

Checkmate.

No one touches the kid.

Skills. Hey.

Come on, man, it's your turn to drive.

We're each taking four-hour shifts.

Hey, Brooke.

Yo, B. Davis.

It's your turn to drive, baby.

Already?

Four hours.

So, let me get this straight. You slept with Shelly.

The Clean Teen with the leather pants?

Yep.

My man!

But then you took Brooke to the prom --

Brooke Davis.

Is Brooke the one with the clothing line?

But then you left town with Rachel

and all of her fine plastic parts.

So, what happened, Mouth?

You guys ever had your heart broken?

What's going on up there?

I don't know.

How long has that light on the dash been on?

Um, just a little while. It was kind of a pretty color, and I liked it.

Bad call?

Bad call.

I don't know.

It's all electronic. I can't figure it out.

But I do know we should have stuck to the interstate

and not taken the back roads just so Haley could see the sandwich shaped like Elvis.

- Hey! - Hold on a second.

I, too, wanted to see the sandwich shaped like Elvis. I'm pretty sure we all did.

Thank you.

And, Lucas, admit it.

You wanted to see the Elvis sandwich, too, didn't you?

Fine. I wanted to see the Elvis sandwich, okay?

But that still doesn't change the fact that we haven't seen a car pass by

since we stopped.

Until now.

It's a bus.

That's a tour bus.

Please be the Foo Fighters.

Please be Kanye.

Well, well.

Stupid Elvis sandwich.

Let's see here. Slept with you...

kissed you... got slapped by you.

Just like any other night on Chris Keller's tour bus.

So, they can tow the car to Honey Grove, but we're on our own.

We're rolling right through there.

You guys should just crash with me.

Come on. It'll be like old times.

You know, without Nate trying to kill me for singing duets with Haley.

I'm down for all that. Yo, you got some gin in this joint?

Full bar in back.

I'm loving Chris Keller.

Look, I got plenty of room.

I'm going your way. Haley can sleep in my bed.