One Tree Hill

Previously on One Tree Hill...

I got up and I sang at an open Mike the other night.

I was there.

What do you mean you were there?

Well, Red Bedroom Records is my label.

I think you're great.

I would love to meet with you sometime.

Clay: You're gonna be great at this.

And Troy must agree with me

because he wants you to be his Agent.

Congratulations, you signed your first client.

So, you see, even if you were to liquidate all the company's assets,

you'd only be able to pay back your investors

70% of what they lost.

What if I liquidate everything?

Are we talking about your personal fortune?

Everything I own.

Can I help you?

Is my son here?

Oh, please, God, no.

Julian: So, you think I could get a smile?

Come on, man. Really?

What, you're just gonna go the rest of your life

without smiling?

Well, what if I told you a joke?

Or what if I made this sound?

Blah-la-lu bloo-ba-do boo-boo-ba-do.

Okay, well, do me a favor. Just smile for one second.

And then you can live the rest of your sourpuss life in peace.

How about it?

I got to say, the braces aren't that bad, bro.

I'm serious.

I mean, maybe you could use a gold tooth or some bling,

but overall, it's a good look.

I think it sucks.

This sucks.

It doesn't suck.

It kind of does.

It doesn't, and it won't.

It did the last time.

Yeah, well, last time was different, all right?

This time all the terms are in place.

The contract's a good one.

I mean, all you have to do is just fly to Atlanta

and convince Troy to sign the contract.

There's that part that could suck again.

Oh, come on, dude.

It's me and you -- fortitude.

Let's hear some spirit.

Escalators are an incentive based on performance.

It's a start.

Just get him to sign the contract.

Man: And sign here.

Initial here.

And sign here.

thank you, Ms. Davis.

As of this moment, your ownership is terminated,

and you are no longer affiliated

with the Clothes Over Bros brand.

May I have my pen?

Hey.

What?

What's with the eye patch?

Oh. It's pretty cool, huh?

No. How come you're wearing that?

Um, I don't know. It's just something new I'm trying.

Hey, what time is your baseball practice today?

I thought I would come by and watch and cheer...Loudly.

Mom, no, you cannot wear that thing to my practice.

Oh, yes I can.

And as long you pout about your braces,

mama's rocking the eye patch all the time, everywhere.

Arrrr!

This came for you and Haley.

Just in case you wanted to slap me again,

I thought I'd help you out.

Jerry?

Mouth. How you doing, buddy?

Well, I have a plunger in my hand,

and you're wearing a suit,

so let's go with, "not as good as you."

The station made me program director.

You believe that?

Definitely not as good as you.

I'm really happy for you, Jerry. You deserve it.

Thanks.

Dude, were you really just plunging toilets?

Yeah.

We really got to stop serving tamales at happy hour.

Well, you know how guys are, huh?

It was the girls' bathroom.

So, listen...

We all miss you down at the station.

I'm gonna see what I can do to get you back, okay?

I miss you, man.

Thanks, Jerry. I-I really appreciate that.

I'll let you know, okay? I got to go.

Yeah, s-see you later.

Sylvia: Oh, Brooke, honey?

I hope you don't mind,

but I changed out those hand towels in the kitchen.

Oh, and good news --

I booked the banquet room at the Oaks for your reception.

I can't afford it. You know, I did have to pull a few strings,

but it is so lavish.

I wish I'd had my reception there.

I said I can't afford it.

Well, you don't have to, dear.

I told you -- I'm taking care of it.

I started my clothing line in high school.

Did you know that?

I made a website, and I sold clothes online.

And ever since then, that is who I've been.

That's what I've been -- Clothes Over Bros...

Until today.

Oh, honey, I know you're hurting,

but I really don't know what that has to do with the wedding.

When I took the line to New York,

I had to attract investors.

And what I realized very quickly

is that when you take their money, you take their input.

I don't want to take your input.

I'm sorry. I don't like the Oaks.

I don't really like any of it.

Well, on your budget, there's always white-bread sandwiches

and a box of wine.

I just want a small wedding that I can afford...

One that feels like mine.

Okay, you can have your small wedding.

You know, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

You have been curt to me ever since I got here.

I have not.

Yes, you have, and I have news for you, missy.

Just because you're upset with your mother

is no reason for you to take this out on me.

Just because your son is in love with me

is no reason to take it out on my liquor cabinet.

You're a spoiled little bitch.

Fine, drinky.

Good luck with the backyard hootenanny.

Good luck with being old.

And, by the way, I like my hand towels!

Julian: Has losing your company

been the hardest thing you've ever had to face?

Yes.

Clothes Over Bros was so many things for me --

a creative outlet, a career,

my identity.

Losing it is definitely the hardest thing

I have ever had to deal with.

Or second hardest.

You haven't met my self-pitying,

passive-aggressive future mother-in-law.

Or maybe you have.

You should have heard the way she spoke to me.

Yeah, well, I'm sure you provoked her.

How can you say that?

She's poisoned you.

No one's poisoned anyone.

Mom, come on. You know how you are.

And how is that? Tell me.

You're just persistent. You want things your way.

All I did was buy her these hand towels --

these perfectly nice hand towels.

And did she thank me? No.

She lashed out at me with vitriol and malice.

Well, I liked our old hand towels.

My only son -- poisoned.

Huh. I need a drink.

Can you get me one, please?

Mom, you know I love you.

And Brooke and I want you to be a part of our wedding.

But it's our wedding.

It's Brooke's wedding. It's not yours.

Yes, of course it is, honey.

But she wasn't even going to serve a sit-down meal.

Hors d'oeuvres?

Julian, what's next, a cash bar?

The chicken dance?

People like the chicken dance, mom.

She has poisoned you...

With her hoo-ha.

Okay. We're done here.

Well, are you gonna get my wine?

Julian?