Épisode Une Saint-Valentin mouvementée S06E15 - Gilmore Girls Saison 6

WRITTEN BY DANIEL PALLADINO
DIRECTED BY DANIEL PALLADINO

DRAGONFLY INN - KITCHEN

[Lorelai walks in, cheerful.]

LORELAI: Morning, everyone!

[The kitchen staff mumbles back.]

LORELAI: What's wrong?

[Fred directs Lorelai's attention toward Sookie, slumped over on a stool looking very depressed. Lorelai gasps.] Uh-oh. Food funk?

FRED: Major.

LORELAI: Are we talking the Swiss chard à la polonaise level funk from last May? The pannekochen experiment of 'ought five?

FRED: 2001 Pigeons a la Niçoise.

LORELAI: Pigeons a la Niçoise? Oh, boy. [She walks over to her.] Sookie?

SOOKIE: You mean Sucky?

LORELAI: What's up?

SOOKIE: Tell you what's up. You know what this is?

LORELAI: An oyster?

SOOKIE: An oyster. Fresh, huh?

LORELAI: It looks fresh to me.

SOOKIE: I mean the idea. Nice and fresh.

LORELAI: Sure.

SOOKIE: It isn't!

LORELAI: What isn't?

SOOKIE: Fresh.

LORELAI: The oyster?

SOOKIE: You're not listening.

LORELAI: I am too.

SOOKIE: Then what am I saying?

LORELAI: No idea.

SOOKIE: How long have we been married?

LORELAI: Nine years?

SOOKIE: I'm experimenting for the prix fixe menu for Valentine's Day next week! Trying to come up with something new, but there's nothing new under the sun! I mean, who else would think to serve oysters on Valentine's Day? Hm, I don't know. Maybe twelve thousand other establishments within spitting distance!

LORELAI: Well, lovers love oysters! I don't. I love burritos. But people don't want burritos on Valentine's Day!

SOOKIE: But how do we know unless we give them the option? Huh? That's it! I'll serve burritos!

LORELAI: Sookie, no.

SOOKIE: No one else will have burritos!

LORELAI: Sookie, you can't serve Valentine's Day burritos. That's flirting with disaster! We could be talking the octopus ice cream disaster of ninety-eight!

SOOKIE: Oh, God, you're right. I'll figure it out. I'm just hitting an oyster wall here. [She calls out to her staff, who are hanging around nervously.] Okay, take a break, guys! We'll resume in a bit.

LORELAI: So, um, what are you and Jackson doing for Valentine's Day, huh? Any plans?

SOOKIE: Well, after I finish up here, I'll go home, and Jackson, wonderful man that he is, will have made a lovely meal and opened up a bottle of Sera and lit a candle, and then he and the kids and I will have a nice romantic meal together.

LORELAI: Very nice.

SOOKIE: What about you?

LORELAI: Oh, I'll be here.

SOOKIE: What? No, you'll be with Luke!

LORELAI: Yeah, but we'll probably just hang out. We don't have a reservation anyplace for dinner, I'm sure everything's booked.

SOOKIE: Uh, hello, I'm a chef. I know other chefs. I can get you into places.

LORELAI: Maybe. Although, Luke says Valentine's Day is just another one of those fake things like Mother's Day, created by greeting card companies, and it is.

SOOKIE: Actually, it's not.

LORELAI: Really?

SOOKIE: I'm printing a history of Valentine's Day to go on the tables. It goes back like two thousand years!

LORELAI: Oh. Well, then it must have been a greeting card company in Roman times. You know, the one that came up with Gladiator's Day. Anyway, no plans yet.

STAFF MEMBER [enters]: Lorelai, excuse me, there's a zydeco band here to see you.

LORELAI: A what?

STAFF MEMBER: A zydeco band?

LORELAI: Did I mishear him twice?

SOOKIE: Then I did too.

LORELAI: Come on.

[Sookie giggles and follows Lorelai out to the dining room, where the band is set up to play.]

LORELAI: Hi, I'm Lorelai Gilmore. How can I help you guys?

BOOZOO: I'm BooZoo.

LORELAI: BooZoo? That's your name, BooZoo?

BOOZOO: BooZoo Barnes.

LORELAI: BooZoo Barnes.

BOOZOO: And the Cajun Stompers!

LORELAI: Sorry, I'm like a thousand miles behind, here.

BOOZOO: We set this up a while ago, the audition. BooZoo.

LORELAI: BooZoo! You're that BooZoo!

SOOKIE: You know more than one BooZoo?

LORELAI: I set this up myself, it was for the wedding. The audition!

BOOZOO: The audition!

SOOKIE: Oh, the wedding.

BOOZOO: What you want to hear?

LORELAI: Well, it's like this, BooZoo, I don't need to hear you play, because -

BOOZOO: No, Miss Gilmore, no, it's like this. When a zydeco band is at their instruments, they must play! [Lorelai opens her mouth to respond, but he calls out.] Zydeco Boogaloo, boys! One, two, three, four! [They begin their song.]

LORELAI: And they're off!

SOOKIE: Since when are you into zydeco?

LORELAI: I just thought it might be festive and, funny! I was going to audition them and a Dixieland combo and Led Zep-again.

SOOKIE: Who?

LORELAI: A Led Zeppelin cover band.

SOOKIE: Oh. That's clever.

LORELAI [upset]: It just slipped my mind.

SOOKIE: June third's coming up pretty quick, hon.

LORELAI: I know, it is super quick.

BOOZOO [stops the band]: You don't like the song.

LORELAI: No, BooZoo, I love the song.

BOOZOO: Lips say yes, face say no. Early in the Morning, boys! One, two, three, four! [They begin playing a song that sounds almost exactly the same as the first.]

SOOKIE: Smile, or BooZoo may never go away.

LORELAI: I'm smiling. [She laughs falsely.]

OPENING CREDITS

RORY AND LOGAN'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM

[Logan is asleep. He wakes up when he hears the door open and Rory enters, dressed and in a hurry. She searches the room for something.]

LOGAN: Hey.

RORY: Hi.

LOGAN: Why are you up?

RORY: It's eleven oh four, the whole world is up.

LOGAN: Keith Richards isn't up. Pete Doherty isn't up.

RORY: Rory Gilmore is up.

LOGAN: She shouldn't be. You're making me dizzy!

RORY: I forgot my Thucydides.

LOGAN: I don't see how you could function without your Thucydides!

RORY: Hey, I'm trying to squish four semesters into three. If I slow down I'll get whoomped.

LOGAN: How long you been up?

RORY: Five hours, four cups of coffee, two bagels.

LOGAN: No partridge? No pear tree?

RORY: Okay, Thucydides did not just grow legs and walk away!

LOGAN: Come back to bed! [He grabs her arm and pulls her down next to him.]

RORY: I can't!

LOGAN: We see each other less since we've been living together.

RORY: I know it seems that way.

LOGAN: It is that way.

RORY: We'll have time.

LOGAN: Not unless we make time. Let's go away this weekend.

RORY: This weekend's bad.

LOGAN: Every weekend's bad!

RORY: This one is particularly bad.

LOGAN: They're all bad. Now, come on. It's Valentine's Day.

RORY: That's not till next week.

LOGAN: This weekend's Valentine's weekend! Come on, let's go somewhere.

RORY: I can't.

LOGAN: Rory.

RORY: Even if I did get time away, I promised my mom I'd try to hang out with her even if it was just for dinner. I haven't seen her in ages.

LOGAN: But she doesn't kiss as good as I do.

RORY: You don't know that.

LOGAN: True.

RORY: No, she's just been a little down lately. I kind of want to cheer her up.

LOGAN: Well, then, invite her along. We can have a kissing contest.

RORY: Bring my mother?

LOGAN: Yeah, and tell her to bring that guy she's with. What's his name? Luke?

RORY: Really? You'd be up for that?

LOGAN: Absolutely.

RORY: Well, I'd have to drop a lot of things.

LOGAN: That's what things are for. To be dropped.

RORY: I'll think about it.

LOGAN: You promise?

RORY: Yes. Now you have to let me go.

LOGAN: That's the worst offer I've gotten all day. [He kisses her cheek.] Your Thucydides is on the pool table.

RORY: Thank you! [She jumps up and rushes out. He laughs and lays back down.]

YALE DAILY NEWS ROOM

RORY: I need every proof sheet on my desk by five o'clock and not a second later. Make that very clear to them, okay?

JONI: Okay.

RORY: I know the boys in the lab can be jerks to women. But don't let that stop you. Girl power, baby. Betty Friedan's dead and we've all got to fill the vacuum.

JONI: You got it. [She leaves.]

RORY [sits down next to Bill]: Sorry, Bill.

BILL: No problem. Got all the time in the world. Let's see. How about amphetamine use on campus?

RORY: Maybe. [She smirks.] It would be ironic if my supply dried up based on an exposé I approved.

BILL: Are you serious?

RORY: You leave your sense of humor at home, Bill?

BILL: There's another protest over the Yale basic cable package fee. They're expecting eighty or so to gather.

RORY: Doesn't warrant a story. Get a photo and tell them all to go home and read a book.

BILL: And Professor Wallace wants a correction to the interview we printed with him. He wants to clarify that he in fact referred to his department's problems with the advisory board as a, quote, us and them thing. Unquote.

RORY: What did we print?

BILL: S&M thing.

RORY [chuckles]: That's kind of funny.

BILL: Now, the profile on Yale students from New Orleans, how things are back home for them. It'll be done this weekend. I can get a copy to you Sunday morning.

RORY: Great. Uh, I mean, no. Wait 'til Monday.

BILL: You sure?

RORY: Yeah. It's Valentine's Day weekend. We should all take it easy. Be with loved ones. You can make plans with that girlfriend of yours.

BILL: She just dumped me.

RORY: Linda dumped you?

BILL: For another guy! Destroyed me. Absolutely destroyed me. That's why I've lost my sense of humor! Nothing's funny anymore. I forgot Valentine's Day was coming up. Wow. God, I hate my life.

RORY: Right. See, this is why I hesitate to ask people about their social lives.

BILL: I never do.

RORY: Good man.

BILL: I'll get on that New Orleans thing.

[He gets up and leaves. Rory takes out her cell phone. We cut from the Yale Daily News to the front desk at the Dragonfly, where the zydeco band is still playing in the background.]

LORELAI: Dragonfly Inn.

RORY: Hi, it's me.

LORELAI: I'm sorry?

RORY [louder]: It's me!

LORELAI: Oh, hi hon!

RORY: What's with the flaming accordion in the background there?

LORELAI: Oh, it's my new friend BooZoo, which is Cajun for 'won't leave'.

RORY: Explain.

LORELAI: It's a zydeco band I'd arranged to audition for the wedding, and once they're holding their instruments they can't not play, and apparently, they can't stop. [The band finishes their song.] Oh, they stopped!

RORY: Good.

LORELAI: I mean, they haven't had food or water in two hours, it makes sense that they'd have to - [They start another song.] - torture me!

RORY: Maybe you can get zydeco cops to come and stop them.

LORELAI: So I guess this is the last nail in the coffin of June third. The cutoff day to get the deposit back on the hall just passed too.

RORY: Might be time to face the music, so to speak.

LORELAI: You know anyone in the market for a wedding? It's all planned and paid for.

RORY: You'll have your wedding eventually.

LORELAI: I guess.

RORY: Mom, you'll have your wedding.

LORELAI: I don't know anymore! Luke's so busy with April lately. I mean, it's good and all, it's the right thing to do. She's his daughter. But I just - I'm bummed, kid.

RORY: I know. Well, hey. What have you got planned for Valentine's Day weekend?

LORELAI: Uh, this weekend? Nothing. Surprise, surprise, Luke isn't really a Valentine's Day kind of guy.

RORY: Well, how would you like an all expense paid trip to Martha's Vineyard?

LORELAI: Martha's Vineyard? Really?

RORY: You know, Logan's family has a place up there, it's awesome. And I just cleared my schedule here at the paper, told them Mama needs some time off.

LORELAI: Good for Mama!

RORY: So go with us! You and Luke!

LORELAI: Really? You've run this past Logan?

RORY: It was his idea!

LORELAI: I don't know if Luke would be up for it.

RORY: Well, we'll make him be up for it. I think he'd like it. It's beach, it's nature. I mean, it'll be cold, but we can still walk outside. It's beautiful.

LORELAI: Well, I've always wanted to see the Vineyard.

RORY: Then force him to come. And if he's a sourpuss while he's there, you'll still have me.

LORELAI: Okay. I'll talk to him.

RORY: I'll email you directions. Come anytime Friday.

LORELAI: And you've got room and all? Me and Luke, plus five?

RORY: Plus five?

LORELAI: Well, I'm not coming without BooZoo and the boys!

RORY: The more, the merrier.

LORELAI: Cool! Bye, hon.

RORY: Bye.

[They hang up. Lorelai leans on the counter, weary of the music and then marches into the dining room.]

LORELAI: BooZoo! I'm going to need my dining room back! BooZoo!

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Luke hauls suitcases down the stairs as Lorelai reads a pamphlet.]

LORELAI: Well, there is all manner of outdoor activities to do in Martha's Vineyard. Canoeing, snorkeling, sailing.

LUKE: That's all summer stuff. It's the dead of winter.

LORELAI: Hiking and walking, that's doable.

LUKE: Yeah, I guess. This is all just for this weekend?

LORELAI: Plus these. [She points to the suitcases already in the living room.]

LUKE: Isn't that way too much stuff?

LORELAI: It is the dead of winter. The question is, do you have enough?

LUKE: Yeah, I brought enough. Burglar lamp.

[He points to the lamp. Lorelai walks over and turns it on as she continues reading.]

LORELAI: Ooh, and here, of course, is the big-time Martha's Vineyard thing, whaling.

LUKE: They have whaling?

LORELAI: Not anymore. It's just a fun fact. [Reading] Martha's Vineyard was one of the world's largest whaling ports. Says here people used every part of the whale back then, the most important being spermaceti, used in candle production. Yuck. Couldn't think up a less gross substance to use for candles?

LUKE: You know, it's a good thing I don't drive a compact.

LORELAI [excitedly]: Herman Melville once shipped out of Martha's Vineyard! Here's a quote from Moby Dick: "Oars! Oars! Grip your oars and clutch your souls, now. My God, pull, men!" Wait a second. That isn't the pulling they had to do to get the spermaceti, is it?

LUKE: I don't think so. Let's go, we're already late.

LORELAI: Coming. [They head outside.] Now, what else, what else, what else? The first people on the island of Martha's Vineyard were Indians. Of the Wampanoag tribe. This tribe still makes up a large part of the town originally called Gayhead. Hmm. Figures. The Indians survived poverty and disease, then get stuck living in a place called Gayhead.

LUKE [not amused]: I guess.

LORELAI: Do you think there's any connection between Gayhead and spermaceti?

LUKE: I have no idea. Wait, it's an island?

LORELAI: Yeah, apparently.

LUKE: That means there's a ferry.

LORELAI: Augh. There's a ferry to Gayhead? That is just too easy. Let's see what else is interesting about the island we now know as Martha's Vineyard.

LUKE: You don't have to do this.

LORELAI: Do what?

LUKE: I'm fine with the weekend. You don't have to keep talking the place up.

LORELAI: I just want you to have fun, you know? I want you to relax.

LUKE: I'll try, okay? I just have my concerns.

LORELAI: What concerns?

LUKE: What concerns? Lorelai, where do we even stand with this guy?

LORELAI: What guy?

LUKE: Logan! Their relationship changes daily. I mean, one day we like him, next day we hate him, next day we like him.

LORELAI: Well, we have a sort of truce.

LUKE: A truce, what does that mean, a truce?

LORELAI: It's a truce! Everything's okay. None of us should invade each other or fire guns across our borders or anything. We're in a truce.

LUKE: But what if they break up while we're there?

LORELAI: They're not going to break up.

LUKE: Our bedroom isn't sharing a wall with theirs, is it?

LORELAI: I have no idea.

LUKE: You don't know the layout of the house?

LORELAI: I thought spermaceti was a pasta until three minutes ago!

LUKE: It's weird, staying at people's houses. Tiptoeing around, using their sheets, drinking their weird tap water.

LORELAI: We'll stick to Small beer. That's what they drank on the whaling boats. If it's good enough for the spermaceti boys - [Luke frowns.] Come on. I don't want this to be work for you.

LUKE: It's not work. Flipping burgers is work. This weekend's going to be fine.

LORELAI: Maybe even fun?

LUKE: Yes. Fun. Oh, hey, uh, I left April's bike in the garage.

LORELAI: Oh. Why?

LUKE: Well, I was going to fix the wheel, and I forgot it was in the back. Is it okay I parked it there?

LORELAI: Oh, yeah. It should be safe.

LUKE: All right, let's go. We have a ferry to catch. And please, don't add anything to that.

LORELAI: Party pooper. [They get into the truck.] Ooh, there are a bunch of historical lighthouses. We should definitely see them. Huh. I wonder if there's a connection between the shape of lighthouses, ferries, spermaceti and Gayhead. [She laughs and slaps her knee.]

SEVERAL SCENIC SHOTS OF MARTHA'S VINEYARD

HUNTZBERGER HOUSE - LATE EVENING

[Rory opens the door for Lorelai and Luke.]

RORY: You made it!

LORELAI: We made it! [She kisses Rory's cheek.]

RORY: Hi, Luke!

LUKE: Hey, sorry we're late.

RORY: You're not late.

LORELAI: It took longer than we thought, the ferry and all. Did you know Martha's Vineyard is an island?

RORY: Well, I've been here before.

LOGAN [approaching]: Hey, there's our intrepid travelers.

LORELAI: Hi, Logan.

LOGAN: Welcome. And this must be Luke?

LORELAI: Oh, no, I dumped Luke. This is Clem, I picked him up at a truck stop on ninety-five. We were at the register paying for our blue plates and our hands reached for the same Dixie Chicks cassette -

LUKE: Luke Danes.

LOGAN [shaking his hand]: Logan Huntzberger, good to have you. Anything else to unload?

LUKE: Uh, no, there's a few things, but I've got it.

LOGAN: Great.

RORY: So, this is the place. [Lorelai squeals excitedly as Rory begins the tour.] This is the den, and the dining room which seats twenty, and the wet bar -

LORELAI [gasps]: It just keeps getting better!

RORY: And that's the living room. The kitchen's up there, and the ocean's out there, but you can't see it.

LORELAI: Ah! Rip-off!

LOGAN [to Luke]: So you guys hungry?

LUKE: We're fine. We ate on the road.

RORY: Cool. Just a couple peculiarities about the house.

LOGAN: It's a grandma, so it's got it’s kinks.

RORY: Some of the hardwood floors have buckled, so watch your step.

LOGAN: The French doors are warped from the winter, so you have to give them a yank when you open them.

RORY: And the noise you may hear outside your window in the morning -

LOGAN: That would be Stan.

LORELAI: Gardener?

RORY: Raccoon.

LOGAN: He's been living on the property longer than my family has, so we give him free rein.

RORY: And the showers, there are three of them, run any two at the same time and they turn to ice, so give everybody a heads up before you take a dive.

LORELAI: Oh, good to know.

RORY: And in the morning we'll have stuff here to eat, or you can go up the street to Joe's cafe for breakfast. They open at eight.

LOGAN: Seven, actually.

RORY: Right. Seven. We never go before eight. But, that's all. Want to see your room?

[They go into the bedroom.]

RORY: Here we are! We call it the king and queen suite.

LORELAI: Neat! Why?

RORY: Because you're our honored guests, and I just named it that a second ago.

LORELAI: We'll take it.

RORY: So, the controller for the heater is by the nightstand. All of the windows open except for the second one on the left, so don't try to open it 'cause you'll hurt your back and don't forget about the showers.

LORELAI: Got it.

RORY: Okay, I guess we'll see you guys later!

LORELAI: I'd really like to tip you, but I've only got a twenty. You got change?

RORY: Just add it to the bill, ma'am.

LORELAI: Will do.

LUKE: Thanks.

LOGAN: Good to have you here. [He and Rory leave, closing the door behind him.]

LORELAI: So, nice digs, huh?

LUKE: Kind of dark to see.

LORELAI: Well, I saw the weather forecast. They're predicting light in the morning.

LUKE: So, how does this work?

LORELAI: How does what work?

LUKE: Are we supposed to stay in this room tonight?

LORELAI: Um, what's wrong with the room?

LUKE: Nothing. It's just that it's only nine-thirty.

LORELAI: It's that early?

LUKE: What do you think they're going to do out there?

LORELAI: I don't know, you think they're going to do something?

LUKE: I don't know. She's your daughter and your daughter's snotty boyfriend.

LORELAI: Snotty? I thought he was very nice.

LUKE: You call that nice, how he embarrassed Rory?

LORELAI: How did he embarrass her?

LUKE: Correcting her like that, with the whole 'it's open at seven' thing? She was humiliated!

LORELAI: She wasn't humiliated.

LUKE: Well, we just need them to hold on for three days.

LORELAI: Hold on how?

LUKE: Hold on and not break up.

LORELAI: They're not going to break up in the next three days.

LUKE: Lot of tension, here.

LORELAI [sighs]: Okay, so are we in the room for the night, or do you want to venture out?

LUKE: I don't know.

LORELAI: Okay, well, I'll go see what's what, get the lay of the land here.

LUKE: Okay.

LORELAI: Okay.

[He turns to examine the fireplace as she leaves.]

LIVING ROOM

[Lorelai exits the room and tiptoes down the hall. She sneaks up to Rory, who is reading on the couch.]

LORELAI: Psst!

RORY: Hey, you.

LORELAI [whispering]: Are we supposed to stay in our rooms?

RORY: What? No! Why?

LORELAI [still whispering]: Just checking.

RORY: You could stay in there, or come out here.

LORELAI: Okay, cool.

RORY: And why are you whispering?

LORELAI: I don't know! We're in somebody else's house!

RORY: I know, it's a little weird being a foursome.

LORELAI: A little. We'll adjust.

RORY: Yeah. We'll adjust. [They nod.] So? In or out?

LORELAI: I think we'll stay in.

RORY: Okay.

LORELAI: All right.

RORY: Good night.

LORELAI [giggles]: Night!

[Rory laughs and gets back to reading.]

LUKE & LORELAI'S ROOM - MORNING

[Lorelai comes out of the bathroom, dressed and ready. She stands and looks out the window.]

LORELAI: We've got ourselves a beautiful day!

LUKE: Mm-hm.

LORELAI: The ocean is so blue! I love the beach in the winter. The summer's too hot, too congested, you know?

LUKE [with something in his mouth]: Yep. Congested.

LORELAI [looks at him]: What are you doing?

LUKE: Nothing.

LORELAI: Are you eating?

LUKE: Just a Power Bar.

LORELAI: A Power Bar?

LUKE: You want one?

LORELAI: No! Luke, why are you eating?

LUKE: Well, I wasn't sure what the deal was.

LORELAI: The deal was with what?

LUKE: I didn't know whether they'd serve food or not.

LORELAI: What else do you have in here?

LUKE: Just stuff.

LORELAI: First Aid kit?

LUKE: In case we got hurt.

LORELAI: Baggy full of batteries, for -

LUKE: The flashlight. Illuminates up to fifty yards.

LORELAI: Bug spray, radio, granola bars. Freeze-dried spaghetti?

LUKE: Just add hot water, eat it out of the bag.

LORELAI: Am I going to find hot water in here?

LUKE: No, you've got to heat it up on the stove. [He pulls a camping stove out of his bag.]

LORELAI [digs into the bag and pulls out a knife]: Oh, my God -

LUKE: It's a Bowie knife. To cut fish, to cut tree limbs -

LORELAI: Amputate a leg?

LUKE: Eh, not a leg. It could do a foot.

LORELAI: This is your backcountry bag. Why did you bring your backcountry bag?

LUKE: I didn't know what this weekend was!

LORELAI: You didn't know we wouldn't be performing surgery on each other?

LUKE: I wanted to be prepared.

LORELAI: I thought this bag was full of clothes!

LUKE: My other bag's full of clothes.

LORELAI: You're going to freeze!

LUKE: It's plenty for me! I'm warm-blooded -

LORELAI: I know, I know. You're warm-blooded. Check it and see. All right, let's see what else they have to eat out there, okay? The freeze-dried spaghetti is not going to do it for me.

LUKE: I didn't mean to bring the spaghetti.

LORELAI: Come on. Leave the knife.

LUKE: Okay.

[They leave the room. In the kitchen, Logan and Rory are eating breakfast and reading the paper. Lorelai enters but Luke hangs back.]

LORELAI: Morning!

LOGAN: Good morning!

RORY: Hi. We’ve got coffee and pastries over there! [Lorelai heads over to help herself.]

LOGAN: The best pastries in the island.

RORY: Yeah. You've got to get them early or they run out.

LOGAN: Even the prune is good.

RORY: She will not like the prune.

LOGAN: She'll like this prune!

LORELAI: They look great.

RORY: Where's Luke?

LORELAI: He is waiting for my signal.

RORY: Your signal?

LORELAI: To come out. He wants a signal it's okay.

LOGAN: I've got a flare gun in the garage.

RORY: Luke! It's okay, come out!

LUKE [walks in casually]: Morning.

LOGAN: Hey, Luke.

RORY: Luke, you know, you don't have to hide.

LUKE: I wasn't hiding. Did you say I was hiding?

LORELAI: I did not say that.

LOGAN: Help yourself to whatever.

RORY: You've got to read faster.

LOGAN: I read at my own pace, regardless of peer pressure.

RORY: But my article is continued in the section you've been reading since before John wrote his gospel.

LOGAN: I keep telling her we need to buy two papers!

RORY: That's wasteful. We don't need two papers.

LOGAN: We need them for the health of the relationship. [Rory snatches the section from him.] There's your proof. We got eggs and stuff, too, Luke.

LORELAI [to Luke]: You still hungry?

RORY: Still? You guys eat?

LUKE: No, we just ate a big dinner last night.

LORELAI: Right. Hey, why don't we take a little walk first? Huh? The beach is deserted, we'll have the whole thing to ourselves.

LUKE: Okay.

LOGAN: You might want a coat.

LUKE: I'm fine.

LOGAN: Cool.

LORELAI: We won't be long.

[Logan snatches the section back from Rory.]

RORY: Drat.

LOGAN: You snooze, you lose.

BEACH

[Lorelai and Luke walk along the sand.]

LORELAI: Smell that air! Sea-y.

LUKE: Sewage somewhere, too.

LORELAI: I am loving this. It's been forever since I've been to the beach! Can you imagine living here?

LUKE: I wonder what real estate prices are like.

LORELAI: Probably pretty high.

LUKE: Bet you the average Joe can't afford it, that's for sure. Meaning if you work here, you can't live here, so you have to commute hours every day.

LORELAI: Pretty place to work, though.

LUKE: Waves keep you up last night?

LORELAI: No, I know you were awake though.

LUKE: Sorry, it's just, it's so loud.

LORELAI: Yeah.

LUKE: And just when I got back to sleep, Dan shows up.

LORELAI: Who?

LUKE: The raccoon.

LORELAI: Oh, Stan.

LUKE: Right. Decided to play a Souza march with the trash can lids. That's what a Bowie knife's for.

[Rory calls them over from higher up on the beach.]

RORY: Hey! [They wave and walk toward her.] Nice out here, huh?

LORELAI: Beautiful!

RORY: You look like you're freezing!

LUKE: I'm fine.

RORY: I forgot to give you these! [She tosses them a set of keys. Lorelai catches them.]

LORELAI: Oh, we've finally earned your trust, huh?

RORY: We decided we'd risk it. We're heading out, we'll be back in a couple hours.

LORELAI: Where are you going?

RORY: The gym.

LORELAI: I'm sorry, the ocean's awfully loud down here. Where did you say you were going?

RORY: The gym.

LORELAI [teasing]: Sorry, the ocean is so loud.

RORY: Stop it! We like to hit the gym when we're here.

LORELAI: I cannot picture this!

RORY: Well, stop mocking 'cause it's a good thing.

LORELAI: I want to go just to see you at a gym! [To Luke] You want to go?

LUKE: Sure, I'll go.

RORY: Cool, let's go.

LORELAI: Great! Let's all go to the gym! That'll never stop being funny.

[They follow Rory up the hill.]

AT THE GYM

[Rory and Lorelai are standing at the front desk in workout gear. The employee behind the desk is pouring them water.]

RORY: Hit me again, there, friend.

LORELAI: Ah, I needed that. Especially after that jog we took.

RORY: From the dressing room?

LORELAI: It was at least twenty yards! Plus the three steps we walked up to get in the building!

RORY: That was some gnarly cardio.

LORELAI: What is it about cucumber water that makes it so much more refreshing than non-cucumber water?

RORY: I think it's the cucumber.

LORELAI: So, shall we resume our workout?

RORY: Let's do it.

LORELAI: Yeah, this is a nice facility.

RORY: I know! I like that you can get day passes. You don't have to pay for a whole -

[They jump and shriek as a man working out next to them finishes and let the weights fall into the machine.]

LORELAI: That was loud!

RORY: I think a little warning was in order.

LORELAI: No one remembers gym etiquette! [She points to a machine.] Hey, any idea what part of the body this exercises?

RORY: I don't know. Do you lift it, or pull it?

LORELAI: Or push it, or climb it? [She stands in front of it pretending to know what she's doing.] So the walk from the cucumber water to here, that was what, another twenty calories?

RORY: Let's call it forty. Hey, is Luke okay? Because he seems a little distracted.

LORELAI: Well, yeah. He's fine. He's just not much of a traveler. It's all kind of foreign to him.

RORY: 'Cause I want him to have a good time.

LORELAI: He will. [Lorelai notices a guy hovering nearby.] Yeah?

GUY: Okay if I work in?

LORELAI: Work in what? [She gets it and remembers where she is standing.] Oh! You want to work in! [She shrugs casually and steps out of the way.] Yeah, I guess I'm done. Boy, am I going to be sore in the morning!

RORY: Yeah, good reps there, Mom!

LORELAI: Thanks.

[They watch the guy sit down at the machine and begin working out.]

RORY and LORELAI [together]: Oh.

LORELAI: You push with your arms.

RORY: I was going to say that. More cucumber water?

LORELAI: I'm always up for more cucumber water.

[They head back to the desk and jump and shriek again as another loud noise is made by a machine.]

LORELAI: God! I'll never get used to that!

OUTSIDE - BASKETBALL COURT

[Logan and Luke are playing one-on-one. Luke takes a shot and misses. He grunts, frustrated.]

LOGAN: It's probably your shoes.

LUKE: My shoes are fine.

LOGAN: Yeah, but they're a size too small and they're low-tops.

LUKE: I bought what they had. They're fine.

LOGAN: It's a drag you didn't bring your own gear.

LUKE [passes him the ball]: Yeah, drag. Now, let's get going here, all right? I'm playing all out, so you play all out.

LOGAN: You're overestimating my skills if you think I'm not playing all out. So it's what, five to one?

LUKE: Six. You got six to one.

LOGAN: Right. Six to one.

[He dribbles around Luke and puts the ball in the hoop.]

LOGAN: Sorry.

LUKE: Don't apologize.

LOGAN: That was a foul, too. I charged.

LUKE: No, you barely touched me.

LOGAN: I traveled.

LUKE: No, you didn't foul me and you didn't travel. [He passes him the ball again.]

LOGAN: Okay. Did you try loosening the laces?

LUKE: Just chuck the ball. Six one?

LOGAN: Seven, actually.

LUKE: Right, right. Seven.

LOGAN: Sorry.

LUKE: Don't apologize!

[Logan takes another shot and Luke jumps up to block.]

GYM - INSIDE

[Luke and Logan come down the stairs, looking for the girls. They are sitting at a bench with two guys massaging their shoulders.]

LOGAN: Hey, guys. What's going on?

LORELAI: Oh, wow. I was like in a Zen trance, I was totally somewhere else!

RORY: Me too! I was in Greece. Where were you?

LORELAI: Bergdorf Goodman.

RORY: When you reach a Zen trance you go to Bergdorf Goodman?

LORELAI: To each his own. Thanks, Ron, Jerry.

RORY: Yeah, thanks guys!

[The guys leave.]

LOGAN: I didn't know the gym had masseurs.

RORY: They don't.

LORELAI: No, Ron and Jerry work for the laundry service. But they missed their calling.

LUKE: You got laundry guys to give you a massage?

RORY: Never underestimate the persuasive powers of Lorelai Gilmore. So? You guys have fun throwing the old hoop around?

LOGAN: Or something to that effect.

LORELAI [to Luke]: Look at you. You look like a walking billboard for the Martha's Vineyard Chamber of Commerce.

LUKE: It's all they had.

RORY: So who won the game?

LUKE: These shoes stink!

LORELAI: So you beat the shoes.

LOGAN [laughing]: Nobody won, we just had fun. So do you girls need to clean up at all?

LORELAI: From?

LOGAN: Right. Well, I guess we'll see you out here.

LUKE: We'll just be about ten minutes.

RORY: Okay, see you in ten. [Luke and Logan look around.] So what do we do?

LORELAI: Ron? Jerry? You got ten minutes?

[Ron and Jerry walk over and Lorelai smirks. Lorelai and Rory sit down.]

LORELAI: I love working out.

LUKE AND LORELAI'S ROOM - LATER THAT DAY

[Lorelai enters from the bathroom.]

LUKE: So what is this, like a fancy meal?

LORELAI: I don't think it's fancy. It's just a meal. They wanted to make us a meal.

LUKE: But is it lunch or dinner? I mean, it's at a weird time.

LORELAI: Well, I think they just wanted us to eat in the daylight, you know? So we could enjoy the view.

LUKE: It's getting kind of foggy out.

LORELAI: Still nice.

LUKE: I had no idea it would be this cold!

LORELAI: I told you, like a million times.

LUKE: But not this cold! And it doesn't help that the heat in this place doesn't work very well.

LORELAI: Well, your full line of Vineyard swag should keep you toasty.

LUKE: Yeah, this stuff is cheap as hell. The sweatpants I bought in the gym? They ripped already. Logan.

LORELAI: Logan? What about him?

LUKE: Well, he's the reason they ripped! The way he was playing out there!

LORELAI: How was he playing?

LUKE: I don't know. Annoying.

LORELAI: What was he doing specifically to annoy you?

LUKE: What wasn't he doing? He was mocking me, traveling, fouling me without calling it, cheating on the score -

LORELAI: And that spontaneously caused your pants to rip?

LUKE: You know what I mean.

LORELAI: He seemed nice when you guys came back from the court. He said you were just playing for fun.

LUKE: It wasn't fun! Believe me.

LORELAI [fed up]: Well maybe you shouldn't have come with us to the gym! Nobody forced you to go!

LUKE [stunned]: I know.

LORELAI: I mean, it's Valentine's weekend, you know? How about we stop talking about the gym and the stupid basketball game?

LUKE: Sure, okay. Fine.

LORELAI: Look, they're probably waiting for us. I'll just see you out there.

LUKE: You got it.

[Lorelai walks out into the kitchen and gapes at the sight of Rory cooking.]

LORELAI: I'm sorry, but this picture just does not compute.

RORY: Stop.

LORELAI: You're wielding a knife! That's verboten in Gilmore world.

RORY: You forget that I'm a rebel.

LORELAI: And you're wearing an apron!

RORY: It's so my clothes don't get wrecked!

LORELAI: You have not worn an apron since you saw the Sound of Music and you put one on so you'd look like Sister Maria, and you made a big crucifix out of Popsicle sticks. [Rory laughs and retrieves something from a drawer.] Wow.

RORY: What?

LORELAI: You just went to that drawer and got that thingamabob out of there like that's what you intended all along.

RORY: It was.

LORELAI: You know where things are.

RORY: I've cooked here before.

LORELAI: I may need to be resuscitated.

RORY: Okay, do you want to help or you want to keep on the riff?

LORELAI: I want to help!

RORY: Okay. Logan is taking care of the lobsters for us outside, and I am making a salad, mashed potatoes and Bruschetta.

LORELAI: Huh. What's this? [She picks up a utensil and waves it around.]

RORY [takes it away]: It's a garlic press.

LORELAI [picks up a huge knife and stabs the air]: This would definitely do a foot.

RORY: Step away from the knife.

LORELAI: What's this?

RORY: That's a lemon zester.

LORELAI: Let me zest a lemon.

[Luke emerges from the bedroom and watches them for a moment.]

RORY: No.

LORELAI: Well, I get to do something!

RORY: But you can't just grab things. Hi Luke!

LUKE: Hey.

RORY [to Lorelai]: Wash your hands and I'll give you a task.

LORELAI: Excellent.

LUKE: Food looks good!

LORELAI [washing her hands]: Rory's going to let me chop something!

LUKE: Is that wise?

RORY: I did not say chop.

LORELAI: All right, I'm all ready.

RORY: Okay, chop the celery.

LORELAI: Yay! [She sees the knife Rory is handing her and shoves it away, whining.] Oh, that's a dinner knife.

RORY: Well, be very careful, please. [She hands her the large knife.]

LORELAI: I am Mario Batali and Ina Garten’s love child.

RORY: Logan's outside dealing with the lobsters if you want to join him. He was very nice, by the way. He kept them very well hidden from me when they were, let's just say, not dead.

LORELAI: Not dead? Ugh. I don't like behind the scenes food stuff.

LUKE: I'll see what's going on out there. [He heads outside.]

RORY: What did you mean, it would do a foot?

OUTSIDE - PATIO

[Logan is standing at a grill.]

LOGAN: Hey, they kick you out of the house?

LUKE: Kind of.

LOGAN: You like lobster?

LUKE: I've never had lobster.

LOGAN: I think you'll like it, if I don't screw it up. Making lobster is a time-honored Huntzberger family tradition. It's in our blood.

LUKE: Great.

LOGAN: So, FYI, I'm probably going to do the present thing at dinner.

LUKE [clueless]: The - present thing.

LOGAN: Just want to give you a heads up, don't want to complicate your life.

LUKE: You got Rory a present.

LOGAN: For Valentine's Day. [Luke looks away.] You forget?

LUKE: No.

LOGAN: Okay.

LUKE: I just didn't get anything.

LOGAN: Oh.

LUKE: I mean, Valentine's Day isn't technically 'till Tuesday.

LOGAN: Sure.

LUKE: I have a couple of extra days.

LOGAN: Right.

LUKE: Is there anything open nearby?

LOGAN: Only if you want to buy her a windbreaker or some boating equipment.

LUKE: Oh.

LOGAN: Look, I went a little nuts and got two things for Rory. Let me give you one to give to Lorelai.

LUKE: No, no, no, no.

LOGAN: Yes! I got a necklace and a tennis bracelet. She doesn't need both. Take one, whichever one.

LUKE: I can't do that.

LOGAN: Dude, it's Valentine's Day. You got to give your girl a gift.

LUKE: Well, maybe I will take one.

LOGAN: Which one?

LUKE: How about the necklace?

LOGAN: Perfect.

LUKE: Mainly because I have no idea what a tennis bracelet is.

LOGAN: Let me finish up getting these things on, I'll take you in and show it to you. I left them in the car so Rory wouldn't find them.

LUKE: You really don't have to do this.

LOGAN: I'm happy to. We men got to stick together.

LUKE: Okay.

INSIDE - KITCHEN

[Rory takes a salad out of the fridge as Lorelai mashes potatoes.]

LORELAI: This is fun!

RORY: You have got to stop doing that.

LORELAI: I love the squishy feeling.

RORY: You’re going to over-mash them.

LORELAI: Is there such a thing as over-mashing potatoes?

RORY: Yes, it's called potato soup.

LORELAI: You know, you can put on the apron and shout out things like 'dice the carrots' but implying that you can over-mash potatoes proves you're a phony.

RORY: You're the one who thought the potato masher was a waffle shaper before I corrected you.

LORELAI [giggles]: Ow. I think I'm giving myself mashed potato elbow. Would you like more chef's juice?

RORY: More wine would be great. [Lorelai pours her a glass.] So have I told you what we're thinking for the end of the school year?

LORELAI: What who was thinking?

RORY: Logan and I. Get this. Asia.

LORELAI: Asia, wow!

RORY: Well, some of Asia. China, Thailand, Vietnam. We're thinking six weeks.

LORELAI: Sounds exciting, hon!

RORY: We haven't finalized anything yet, but I've bought the books, I'm doing the research.

LORELAI: It's official. You've become too fabulous to hang out with me.

[Logan and Luke enter.]

LOGAN: How's it going in here?

RORY: It's good. I hope you like re-mashed potatoes.

LORELAI: You can eat them with a straw.

RORY: Where are you two headed?

LOGAN: I need the other tongs, they're buried somewhere in the garage and Luke was going to help me find them.

LUKE: Right, we'll be right back.

LOGAN: Clawed things out there, they went peacefully.

RORY: Thank you.

[They leave.]

RORY: It's weird, you know?

LORELAI: What's weird?

RORY: I don't know, it just hit me! These could be the ones.

LORELAI: The ones?

RORY: The ones. You know?

LORELAI [surprised]: Yeah. Yeah. [She continues mashing thoughtfully.]

OUTSIDE ON THE PATIO

[Dinner is almost over.]

RORY: Luke, weren't you a lobster neophyte? Looks like you liked it.

LUKE: It's good. I can't believe I've never had it before. You cooked them perfect.

LORELAI: Hear, hear. [They applaud.]

LOGAN: Thanks very much, you're too kind.

LORELAI: And not that I'm hunting for my own compliments, but that celery I cut, huh?

RORY: Let's hear it for the celery chopper! [They applaud.]

LORELAI: Oh, this is so spontaneous and unexpected! Not quite loud enough. Thank you.

RORY: So should we clear?

LOGAN: Eh, it's so pretty out here, the sun'll be down soon, so before it gets dark, Happy Valentine's Day. [He hands her a jewelry box. A flash of jealousy crosses Lorelai's face.]

RORY: Oh, my God. You humanly kill lobster and you got me a present?

LOGAN: Multi-tasker.

RORY [opens it and gasps]: It's a bracelet!

[She shows Lorelai and Luke.]

LUKE: It's a tennis bracelet.

LORELAI: You know what a tennis bracelet is?

LUKE: Well, my sister makes jewelry so I've picked up some terms.

RORY: Wow, I love it. Happy Valentine's Day!

LOGAN: Back at you, Ace. [They kiss.]

LUKE: Well, I guess it's my turn. [He pulls another box from behind him and places it in front of Lorelai. She gapes at it in disbelief.] Happy Valentine's Day.

LORELAI: Really?

LUKE: Really.

LORELAI [opens it and gasps]: Oh my God! Luke, it's beautiful!

LUKE: Good. Good. It's going to look great on you.

LORELAI [holds it up to Rory]: Look at this!

RORY: It's you! And it goes well with mine.

LORELAI: Oh, yeah! They're almost matching.

LOGAN: Yeah, Luke and I actually sneaked out when you two were playing around in the kitchen and we found those in the same place.

LUKE: Yep, same shop.

LORELAI: I can't believe you got me a Valentine's Day gift.

RORY: Is it getting kind of cold?

LOGAN: Yeah, let's go in. We'll clear all this later, let's just build a fire and get warm.

RORY: Excellent.

[They all get up and head inside. Lorelai stares at the necklace.]

LUKE: You like it?

LORELAI: I love it.

LUKE: Good.

LUKE AND LORELAI'S ROOM

[Lorelai is sitting in bed.]

LUKE [OS]: I really cannot believe I've never had lobster before. I love it! It's my favorite thing out of the sea now. Kicks tuna's ass, kicks salmon's ass.

LORELAI [still staring at the necklace]: Yeah, it's good stuff.

LUKE: Logan did a good job with it, too. We've got to find a good lobster place near Stars Hollow. Probably going to have to go to Litchfield, I'm not even going to attempt the lobster at Al's Pancake World. Do you know a good lobster place? [Lorelai stares blankly, stroking the necklace.] What's wrong? I thought you liked it.

LORELAI: Oh, no, I do. It's beautiful.

LUKE: So what is it.

LORELAI [sighs]: I don't know. Lately I've been feeling like it's just not going to happen.

LUKE: That what's not going to happen?

LORELAI: Our wedding.

LUKE: No, Lorelai, that's crazy! Of course it's going to happen!

LORELAI: But do you really want it to?

LUKE: Yes! We're engaged. That hasn't changed. The wedding's just been postponed, that's all.

LORELAI: It's not feeling like it's postponed.

LUKE: What happened? I thought this would make you happy. It's making you sad.

LORELAI: No, it's not. It's just - I had to cancel a lot of stuff this week. A lot of June third stuff.

LUKE: June third? But I -

LORELAI: Well, I was holding out hope that maybe if things calmed down with you a little bit it would still happen. It was stupid.

LUKE: No.

LORELAI: I lost all our deposits.

LUKE: It doesn't matter. We'll just put down new deposits.

LORELAI: Really?

LUKE [firmly]: We're getting married.

LORELAI: I really want to believe that.

LUKE: Look, I know I've been preoccupied. I don't like that about myself. It's just who I am, I get in my own head and I forget about the people around me.

LORELAI: I know, that's why I thought this trip would be good for you. Get you thinking about something else. But it's been cold here, and Logan's been bugging you, and the raccoon is noisy and the waves were keeping you up. [She shrugs.] I think the trip was a dumb idea.

LUKE: Lorelai, no. It was a good idea. Hey.

LORELAI [looks up at him]: What?

LUKE: You know I love you, right?

LORELAI: I really need to hear that once in a while.

LUKE: I love you and I am going to marry you and at our wedding, we are having lobster.

LORELAI [smiles]: Okay. [They kiss slowly.] I really love this necklace.

LUKE AND LORELAI'S ROOM - NEXT MORNING

[Luke rolls over and kisses Lorelai's shoulder.]

LUKE: Morning.

LORELAI: Morning. How'd you sleep?

LUKE: I slept great. Better than I have in months. How about you?

LORELAI: Wonderfully, actually. It's so quiet out there.

LUKE: Just the waves.

LORELAI: They didn't keep you up?

LUKE: No, slept like a rock.

LORELAI: I wonder if Rory and Logan hit the gym again, I'm going to go check. [She gets up and puts on a robe.]

LUKE: I wouldn't put it past them.

LORELAI: Or maybe they went hang-gliding, or went to climb a mountain, or pearl-diving or skeet-shooting. [She opens the door and gasps.] Wow!

LUKE: What?

LORELAI: Breakfast Santa's been here!

LUKE: Breakfast Santa? [Lorelai brings in a tray of breakfast.] Wow!

LORELAI: The kids must have left it for us.

LUKE: I don't think there's really a breakfast Santa.

LORELAI: So, how do we do this?

LUKE: Legs. [He pulls down the fold-down legs on the bottom of the tray.]

LORELAI: The service here is so excellent.

[She gets back in to the bed.]

LUKE AND LORELAI'S ROOM - LATER

[The breakfast is eaten. They are still sitting in the bed, talking.]

LUKE: That must have been Harvey's Beach. Last time I was at the beach, I was like eighteen.

LORELAI: Oh, I was there. When I was a kid I used to go with my friend Trish and her family. They had that, uh, snack stand where the cute boy worked? Remember? He looked like Emilio Estevez.

LUKE: Oh, I remember the snack stand, not Emilio.

LORELAI: We used to do cartwheels to get his attention.

LUKE: I remember my sister picking up someone's cigarette butt behind that stand and smoking it.

LORELAI: Ew.

LUKE: Yeah. You know, we could have been there at the same time on the same day, isn't that weird?

LORELAI: Nah, we never were.

LUKE: How do you know?

LORELAI: Because you would have distracted me from the snack stand guy. And no guy ever did. [He laughs.]

LUKE: What about - eloping?

LORELAI: What?

LUKE: Eloping. We could do that, right? Instead of planning this whole big thing?

LORELAI [smiling]: I don't know, maybe! I guess we could. [She gasps.] But Rory has to come. Is it still eloping if Rory comes?

LUKE: Sure, why not? Let's start planning it.

LORELAI: You don't plan an elopement, you just do it!

LUKE: Oh, right. That makes sense. We could even come back and do it here when the weather's better. We could rent a place for a couple of weeks in the summer.

LORELAI [smiles]: That sounds nice. [They hear a door slam.] Whoa. Loud.

LUKE: Must be Rory and Logan.

LORELAI: In some kind of hurry. [She calls out.] You guys, we're up here! In the interest of full disclosure, we're fairly casual.

[Mitchum Huntzberger bursts through the door.]

MITCHUM: Who are you?

LUKE: Who are you?

MITCHUM: Mitchum Huntzberger! Who are you?

LORELAI [tightening her robe]: Um, I'm Lorelai, I'm Rory's mother.

MITCHUM: I'm looking for my son.

[The door downstairs opens and Logan calls up.]

LOGAN: Dad!

[Mitchum heads downstairs. Luke and Lorelai look concerned and follow him.]

LIVING ROOM

[Mitchum comes down the stairs. Rory stands by.]

MITCHUM: Where the hell have you been?

LOGAN: What are you doing here?

MITCHUM [coldly]: You turn off your cell, you turn off your pager. I told you, never turn off your pager.

LOGAN: I got your pages.

MITCHUM: So you're ignoring them? That's great!

LOGAN: So we're going to have it out in public?

MITCHUM: We're not in public, Logan! We're in my house! Yeah, we're going to have it out here!

LOGAN: You didn't need me this weekend.

MITCHUM: You don't get to decide whether you're needed or not! I decide that, do you hear me?

[Luke and Lorelai peek around the corner.]

LOGAN: They heard you in Nantucket.

[The fight begins. Mitchum and Logan yell at each other simultaneously, and it is fierce.]

MITCHUM: You were not to be here! You were supposed to be on a red-eye to London last night, I have a room full of colleagues, some of which have come from other bureaus to meet you, and you blow it off to be with your little girlfriend!

LOGAN [yelling over him]: How many times do I have to go to London - I've met all of these people a dozen times! I've met them, too, for God's sake!

MITCHUM: You embarrassed me! You embarrassed yourself!

LOGAN: You want to talk about embarrassing, screw you!

MITCHUM: You listen, you listen to me. You're getting on a plane to London today.

LOGAN: Dad!

MITCHUM: And you're going to explain to my colleagues why you wasted their Saturday and robbed them of their Sunday! And let me tell you this, you better start acclimating yourself! Because you're in London, for at least a year, starting the day after you graduate, as we discussed! [Rory is shocked by this news.]

LOGAN: You discussed it!

MITCHUM: You're doing this, Logan, and I'm driving you to the airport myself! Right now! Get packed! You've got ten minutes.

[He walks toward the door.]

LOGAN: I have guests!

MITCHUM: Your guests can stay. But you're leaving! [He leaves and slams the front door.]

LOGAN [glances at Rory]: Excuse me.

[He follows Mitchum outside. Rory, Lorelai and Luke stare at each other.]

A FEW MINUTES LATER

[Luke and Lorelai walk down the hall with their bags. Logan is standing by the door.]

LORELAI [lightly]: Hey. Still here?

LOGAN: Yeah, just waiting for Rory to get her things.

LUKE: You, uh, you need any help there?

LOGAN: No, thanks Luke.

LUKE: I just have to get that last bag.

[He sets down the suitcase and heads back up the hall. Lorelai and Logan stand awkwardly. They each open their mouth to say something, but stop.]

LOGAN: I'm really, really sorry about this.

LORELAI: Oh, hey, it's okay. It was fun while it lasted. [After a pause.] No-one understands letting family down better than I do.

[Rory comes up behind Lorelai.]

RORY: Hi.

LORELAI: Hi.

RORY [to Logan]: Walk you out?

[They slowly walk out to the driveway, where a limo is parked with a man waiting to open the door.]

RORY: Intimidating. [Logan stares at the limo.] So, a full year in London.

LOGAN: Yep.

RORY: So when do you move exactly? [He doesn't answer.] The Asia thing. I guess that's on the back burner. [Logan sighs.] Do you have to leave the very day after you graduate, or is there a cushion?

LOGAN: Stop! It's not happening, okay? Not yet! It's February! We don't have to think about this right now. Right now it doesn't even exist, okay? I'm not going to think about it. Let's not think about it.

RORY: Okay.

LOGAN [hands her his keys]: Take the Porsche home and keep planning Asia.

RORY: I've got all my books with me.

LOGAN: Okay. [He kisses her cheek and picks up his bags. He walks over and hands them to the driver, who puts them in the trunk. He gets into the limo. Lorelai comes up behind Rory.]

LORELAI: So, that's Mitchum, huh? He's just like I imagined him.

[Rory blinks back tears.]

LUKE'S DINER

[It is dark. Luke and Lorelai walk in with all their stuff.]

LUKE: Hey, Caesar.

CAESAR: Luke, you're back early! How was it?

LUKE: Great.

LORELAI: Uh, ended dramatically but yeah.

CAESAR: Oh, welcome back. There was something I was supposed to tell you.

LUKE: Was it important?

CAESAR: Must not have been.

LUKE: Well, uh, I'll take care of out here, why don't you close out the back?

CAESAR: Sure. Coffee's fresh. Maybe that was it.

LUKE: Was that it?

CAESAR: No.

[He goes back into the kitchen. Lorelai sits at the counter.]

LORELAI: Well, I'd love some coffee.

LUKE: Coming up. Okay. What am I going to do with all that stuff? [He gestures at the Martha's Vineyard bags.]

LORELAI: Keep it! It looked good on you! Especially the sweatpants. You got nice Mass-ass!

LUKE: A what?

LORELAI: Massachusetts ass!

LUKE: Well, maybe I'll keep those, then.

CAESAR: I remember! Your daughter! I'm an idiot!

LUKE: What?

CAESAR: That's what I had to tell you. April kept calling to confirm the time she's coming over tomorrow.

[Lorelai looks sad.]

LUKE: Oh, she did?

CAESAR: Three o'clock. She kept calling to remind me, like I wouldn't remember to tell you. Which I almost didn't. She's pretty smart.

LUKE: Yeah, thanks, Caesar. [He turns back to Lorelai and sighs.] Uh, so. Three o'clock tomorrow, I guess her mother will pick her up around seven. So.

LORELAI [hesitant]: Right. So I'll pop up sometime after that.

LUKE: Okay.

LORELAI: Oh, and her bike. It's at my place.

LUKE: Right, right. I guess I'll pick it up tomorrow before three.

LORELAI: Sure, anytime. You know, um, I'm just kind of tired, I don't need to wire myself up again. [She gestures at the coffee.] I think I'm just going to go home.

LUKE: Oh. Okay, I'll just tell Caesar I'm taking you, so -

LORELAI: No, that's okay. That's okay. I think I'm going to walk.

LUKE: You sure?

LORELAI: Yeah, yeah. Stay here. I'll get my bags tomorrow, or you can bring them when you come get April's bike.

LUKE: Sure, whatever you want. It's cold out there, you know?

LORELAI: I know. Cold can be nice sometimes.

LUKE: All right.

LORELAI: See you tomorrow.

[They kiss over the counter.]

LUKE: Okay.

[She leaves.]

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Lorelai comes in to the dark house and turns on a lamp. She tosses her keys on the table and pushes the button on the answering machine as she looks through the mail.]

AUNT ALICE [on the machine]: Lorelai, it's your Aunt Alice. Jim and I saw that beautiful picture of you in the paper announcing your engagement, how wonderful! [Lorelai looks stunned.] And what a wonderful picture! I told Emily that you look so young! [She frantically flips through the paper.] We've marked our calendars, June third, and we look forward to it. And we're really looking forward to meeting this man of yours as well! A restaurateur, it says. Say hello to Rory for us and we'll see you soon. Bye!

[The machine beeps.]

IMELDA LANDERS [on the machine]: Hello, this is Imelda Landers, I'm in the DAR with your mother, and of course you went to school for a period with my daughter Carol. [She gasps as she finds the huge photo of herself in the 'wedding announcement' section of the paper.] I told Carol I'd pass on congratulations to you about the announcement. So that's it, picture's beautiful! Good bye.

[The machine beeps. Lorelai sets down the paper in defeat.]

JAMES: Hello, Lorelai, this is Uncle James. Emily's called to tell us to save the date. June third!

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