Sandy thanks Dean Evil for meeting him on a weekend. He has some important things to discuss with Dean Evil -- specifically, some pictures he has on his Sidekick of Dean Evil kissing a student. I hope Sandy has his own Sidekick and isn't using Summer's new pink bedazzled one. That would be embarrassing. Dean Evil denies everything. Sandy says he has pictures of Dean Evil and Taylor Townsend together at the dance. Dean Evil stupidly admits that they kissed, but only because Taylor Townsend forced herself on him. Sandy says that Taylor Townsend is telling a different story, and if it gets out, Dean Evil's career will be ruined. Unless, of course, Dean Evil lets Ryan back into Harbor, takes the note off his transcript, and looks for a job back on the East Coast. Apparently, it's cool for Dean Evil to continue his lecherous ways unpunished as long as he does it next to a different ocean. Also, Dean Evil would be an idiot to fall for Sandy's bluff.
Marissa cries at the diner. Seth and Summer sit in her booth and tell her that they got Ryan back into Harbor. But it's too late, as Marissa tells them that Ryan is already gone. After about three seconds of non-suspense, Ryan walks in. He stands over Marissa and says, "I don't know what my future is, but I know it's with you. Here." Except when Marissa wants to move to Hawaii. Marissa invites Ryan to sit next to her, and Seth informs him that he can go back to Harbor. That poor invisible tutor will have to live in the Mermaid Inn now that she's lost her job. Marissa will stay in public school, as her offense of saving someone's life and shooting the guy who tried to rape her off school grounds is so much worse than Ryan punching a school employee on school grounds in front of all those witnesses.
The four walk along the beach. Seth says he did think of some other good jobs for High School Dropout Edition Ryan, like bullfighter or bounty hunter. Ryan suggests "coward." Marissa apologizes for being a bit too harsh with that. Way to stick to your guns, lady. Seth's last job suggestion is "fluffer." The girls ask what that means. The guys say they'll explain later, when they aren't under the FCC's control. Smell you later!